#its okay.. its a sunday.. i have nowhere to go today so i can die and ascend

[iqmmir]

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm monaaa............

[jessethemonarch]

Long Day at Work | Brian Wilcox x GN!Reader

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Author’s note: So this is my first fic in several years. I know it’s probably extremely cringe,, so I’m sorry ahead of time lmao. I’ll probably post this on ao3 once I actually can make an account. Please give me feedback if you do read it, only if you’re nice ab it though. Constructive criticism is absolutely welcome just no “wow this sucks lmao,” please. Lol. Thank you. Might make a part 2 with smut if this is well received? If even one person wants it, I’m on it.

Summary: This is a Brian from Fast Food Nation fic (because there’s not enough of them so I’m doing the work myself lmao) where he and reader are aged up and work at a restaurant together. You have an abnormal terrible day. A customer sexually harasses you and it’s your final straw before you break during your shift. Brian notices this and tries to comfort you. You end up hanging out after work together, smoke some Mary Jane and truly realize your feelings for each other.

Contains: sexual harassment from customer, only gendered term is ‘waiter’ but I meant it to be gn!, general customer harassment, kinda angsty? idk, minor emetophobia warning (brief mention, no actual 🤢), crying in the walk-in freezer, smoking cigarettes and wēēd lol, definitely some self insert.

Word count: 3,362

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“Ugh.” You sigh while knocking your head against the steering wheel of your car. Dreading to go inside your work at a somewhat fancy restaurant that you’ve been at since it opened about a year ago, you wonder if the tips are worth the day-in-day-out suffering. The hype hasn’t died down since its opening. You live in the middle of nowhere, these people have nothing better to do.

Unfortunately, you need the money and it’s two minutes before your closing shift starts when you finally drag your feet into the flames that swallow you whole every shift in this hell hole. “I’m here..! Did you guys miss your favorite waiter?” You announce sarcastically to all of the kitchen staff as you go to clock in.

Some give you back an enthusiastic “of course!” Or an equally sarcastic “wooo…”

Brian goes “yeah. Right…” whilst scoffing and leaning against the counter basking in the maybe 30 seconds he has until the next ticket comes in for him to cook begrudgingly. Over the years, he’s actually become a pretty decent chef, even if it’s only out of necessity. At very least, it’s multiple steps up from spitting in burgers at Mickey’s.

You get on with your shift as usual… but today is Sunday. Ugh. You always have your worst customers on Sundays. Today is no different.

“Hello sir! My name is y/n and I’ll be your server today!” You smile charmingly as you do to every customer as you hide your utter despair on the inside.

“Oh yes you will, honey…” the man eyes you up and down and gives you that terribly pervy look, smirk and all. It makes you so unbelievably uncomfortable.

“Hah…” you force an awkward chuckle out and try to shift gears. “So can I get anything started for you? Any drinks or appetizers?”

“I’d love a tall glass of water like yourself.” He winks. “And some jalapeño poppers… I like it real spicy.” He continues to flirt and you think you might vomit straight onto him.. ‘god knows he’s probably into that’ you think to yourself and want to shrivel up and die.

“Okay, water and some jalapeño poppers coming up.” You try desperately to ignore all of his advances when you turn and walk away as soon as possible to get that rung in. If he was the only bad customer of the day, maybe this would be easier to deal with, but after many others berating you for no good reason, this is so frustrating and overwhelming today. You had enough going on in your personal life and now all this? Your head is racing with anger and anxiety. You bit your tongue as you went back to the kitchen to bring you back into the moment.

Usually when you go back in there, Brian makes small talk and occasionally ‘jokingly’ flirts with you. This time he notices you’re much more uncomfortable than usual as you stare off, thinking about being anywhere but here. He doesn’t know how to approach you in this state and has never been great at dealing with big emotions in other people. He decides to leave you alone for now, but takes note of your distress and thinks that maybe he’ll text you later.

As you serve the man, he gets more aggressive with his flirting because he doesn’t like that you’re completely ignoring it. When you bring out his steak dinner, he places a hand on your back and slides it down to your ass with absolutely no shame. You instinctively smack his hand away and he immediately yells at you. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! I’m a paying customer and you’ve been so bad at your easy fucking job. Can’t you just service me!? There goes your tip you little bitch!” He spits.

You are so seethingly angry and upset. You can feel tears welling in your eyes. You were harassed AND barated… and he’s probably going to complain to a manager and only say you hit him as if he’s not a worthless piece of shit. “I’m sorry.” You force out as to not to escalate the situation further. You basically run back to the kitchen and then into the walk-in freezer. Immediately you start sobbing loudly and uncontrollably. It’s very muffled by the freezer, but some in the kitchen can still hear your wailing. You don’t even care. You’re so done. You’re at your wits end. You don’t even know how long you’re in there, but you’re now down to a choked sniffle.. though tears were still rolling down your cheeks.

Brian stands outside the freezer door for a couple minutes before swallowing his pride and knocking on it. “Um.. can I come in? I need to um.. get some patties.” He did need some, but he really just wanted to check on you… you were in there for longer than usual.

You try to rid your face of tears and wipe up some of the snot because you didn’t exactly want him to see you like that. You were only somewhat successful. “Uh.. yeah.. sure come on in.” You respond meagerly.

He slowly opens the door. “Woah. Your eyes are like almost swollen shut. You good?” He immediately regrets the words as they come from his mouth. ‘Yeah real smooth, dumbass.’ He thinks.

“Thanks.” You roll your eyes. “I feel just about as good as I look, thank you.”

“Yeah, sorry, that was shitty wording on my part. Can I sit with you?” He gestures to a crate of food that’s unopened and rock solid.. it’s obvious it’s been sat on multiple times.

“Are you really sure you want to be around me when I’m like.. this?” You gesture to your face and sniffle. “But sure, go ahead.”

“Yes, I am sure.” He sighs. “Do you wanna talk about.. it? What’s going on? …Sunday customers?”

You sigh and nod. You tell him all about the customers you’ve had today and briefly mentioning that you have a lot of other stuff going on and finish it off with talking about the customer who sexually harassed you. “I can’t believe he put his fucking hands on me. I feel so gross and dirty.” You begin to softly sob again while explaining the events.

You have never seen Brian look so appalled. Jaw hanging open and all. “Oh my fucking god. You want me to beat his ass? Offer him free cheesecake and spit in the raspberry sauce? What’s the table number.. I’ll fucking do it.”

“Don’t get yourself fired, stupid.” You gently chuckle. His offer did actually make you feel better though. “…then I’d miss you.”

“Or we could both leave this stupid fucking place. What good does it do either of us anyway?” He brushes over that you said you’d miss him cause it makes him feel kinda weird.. in a good way, but he doesn’t know how to deal with that.

“The money. The money is good, Brian. We both have bills to pay.” You roll your eyes, monotone.

“I guess that’s true, you downer.” He sticks his tongue out at you, jokingly.

You sigh again at the reality that you really need to get back to your tables… and that you are quite literally freezing in there. At least it was around 8pm and dinner rush had passed. “Time to go back.” You speak in a low, soft voice.

Brian offers to help you up, which you accept. “Y/n. Just know you don’t have to do anything. If you wanted to quit right now, you could. You don’t need to keep serving these assholes.” You end up standing rather close after he helps you up and he stares into your eyes, saying the most serious thing he’s ever said to you. It sends shivers down your spine… or maybe that’s the freezer. But all the sudden you realize that your cheeks do feel hot. You find yourselves just standing there. Do you… want to kiss him? ‘Heh.. couldn’t be? It’s Brian..’ you tell yourself.

After what feels like forever, it hits midnight and you’ve finally wrapped up your closing duties. You take a major sigh of relief. At least you have the next couple days off.

You walk out of the restaurant and find Brian leaning his body back against his car as he lights a cigarette. “I thought you left a while ago.” You call out to him as you're walking to your car that’s parked kitty-corner to his, stopping to talk to him.

“Nah, I like to chill in the parking lot and smoke while no one else is here. Kinda peaceful or something.” He was totally lying. He was waiting for you to get out so he could chat with you again and make sure you’re doing alright… you could never get him to admit it though.

“Yeah I guess that’s true.” You shrug. You believe him enough because that does sound like something he’d do. He was seemingly always out and about.

“You wanna hang for a bit? I know it’s late, but I’m cool if you are…” he shoots. Completely hiding any nerves he has about asking you to hang out for the first time outside of work. “We could even just talk in my car if you want.” He shrugs.

“Why not? Sounds nice after a shitty day.” You smile softly at the man.

“Uh yeah, cool.” He honestly didn’t expect for you to take him up on the offer. He stomps out the butt of his cig and unlocks the passenger side door and motions for you to get in, which you do so. “Do you wanna drive around or just sit in here?” Driving around is a common pastime in small towns like this… when you have nothing else to do and the gas is cheaper than other places, that’s just what you do for fun.

“I’m down to drive around.” You nod. You’ve honestly not hung around with friends in a while since you’ve been so busy with work, college, and your personal life. This was just the change you needed right now. You start flipping through his CD case as he begins to drive with no destination in mind. “System of a Down? Hell yeah!” You make sure there’s no other CDs in the player before inserting this one.

Brian looked at you kinda funny. “I never pinned you as the type to listen to my music.” It’s obvious you surprised him, in a good way.

“Well then you didn’t have me pinned at all I guess.” You giggle. “I like a lot of the stuff in here, my guy!” You nudge and smile at him as he drives.

“Hey! Keep your hands to yourself.” He jokes.

“Yeah.. I’m sure you hate me touching you.” You joke back before realizing how flirty that came out… but you don’t mind… definitely not as much as you usually would.

“Yeah, yeah.” He scoffs.

You’re honestly really surprised when he doesn’t deny it. You think about earlier, in the freezer. Once again, your cheeks warm and you swallow hard. You look out the window of his car, hoping he won’t notice anything. But now you’re thinking of his emerald green eyes looking directly into yours and you can’t get it out of your head and your embarrassment only grows. He obviously just thinks of you as a friend… right?

“Hello? Y/n?” You’re called back to reality to a familiar voice looking at you intently. You hadn’t even realized that the car had stopped.

“Yes- hello… heh. Sorry, I zoned out for a bit.” You rubbed the back of your neck as you look around at where you’ve stopped. It’s a nearby park that is long past close, since all parks close at sun fall.

“Yeah, I noticed.” He laughs. “Thinking about everything that happened?” His voice dropped into a much more serious tone… gosh today is the first time he’s ever talked seriously with you and now again? Weird.

“Uh- yeah. That’s exactly it..” you shook your head quickly as you lied through your teeth. You weren’t going to say ‘no I was daydreaming of you and I.’

He silently nods. “If you need to talk more about it, I’m all ears.”

“No. It’s okay…. Um why did you stop here though?” You quickly subvert the attention away from you.

“I like to come here and hang out after park close because no kids are here….. and smoke weed.” He shrugs. “I don’t know if you’re into that, and if you’re not, that’s cool too.” He pulls out a joint from his bag.

“Ahah.. do you carry that with you everywhere?” You snicker.

“Well yeah… you never know when a good time to smoke will arise.” He nods, looking somewhat proud of himself. “So? You in?”

“Ya know.. fuck it. Why not?” It’s not something you do regularly, but you’ve had a particular hard day.. week.. month… maybe even year? Hard to keep track at this point.

“Sick. I know the perfect spot.” He smiles. He’s never really been this kind to you.. or anyone that you’ve seen for that matter. You find yourself smiling back at him in silence for what feels like at least a minute… but in reality was maybe 10 seconds.

He gets up and out of the car and you follow. He leads you both to these large boulders in the corner of the park. They’re about 5-6 feet tall and 8 feet wide. One has a much flatter top than the others. He helps you up the rocks. It’s obvious he’s done this plenty of times. You guys end up laying down on the flattest rock, looking up at the stars. He puts the joint between his lips and uses one hand to light it and the other to cup the end to protect it from the gentle breeze. You wouldn’t be able to tell with his broody-self, but this is the most fun he’s had in a while. You, on the other hand, are feeling the same but can’t hide it nearly as well.

After a couple hits of the freshly lit spliff, he passes it to you. You deeply inhale the smoke and try to stifle your coughs.

“It’s okay to cough...” He laughs. “I know you don’t got lungs of steel like mine from smoking daily since I was a teenager.”

As much as he was slightly making fun of you, he genuinely did make you feel more comfortable about coughing your lungs out when you take too big of a hit (which is most of them, because you’re not completely sure how to do this yet). You hand it back and really let yourself enjoy just being relaxed. Not something you get to feel very often. “Hey um… thank you.”

“For the weed? It’s fine. I got plent-“

You cut him off “no, idiot. For comforting me earlier and hanging out with me now. I really needed this.” You turn your head to look at him.

“Oh- yeah…. Anytime. I don’t want to ever leave a friend in need hangin-“ he can’t maintain eye contact with you as hard as he tries. It feels too embarrassing. He takes a couple more long drags, hoping this heat in his chest would die down quickly. He doesn’t know how to handle it.

‘A friend…’ before today you’d be surprised that he even called you that but right now… it kinda stings. You can no longer deny your feelings at this point… but the influence of the few hits you did take are starting to take over and your thoughts are overtaken by euphoria and relaxation. “Wow.. this is nice…” each of your words are drawn out.

Brian laughs “y/n, you lightweight! You’re high off that!?”

“Shut upppp.” You groan, but laugh along nonetheless and close your eyes.

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All the sudden you wake up and Brian has laid his jacket over you. “What? I don’t remember falling asleep? How long was I out?” You question quickly with furrowed brows.

“I dunno. Maybe 30 minutes or so.” He shrugs. He’s now sitting up, looking down at you where you lay.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” You question intently.

“You obviously needed some rest.” He looks down at you with the softest smile you’ve ever seen on him.

“Um….. thanks..” God. There’s that feeling again. The embarrassment. You want him to kiss you right now. More than anything in this moment. You can feel that want grow with the butterflies in your stomach. He must feel this energy because he breaks eye contact and sits up straighter, looking in front of him.

“Yeah. No prob.” He clears his throat. You can tell he’s deep in thought about something. And that something, unknowingly to you, is you. He absolutely feels the same way. He just doesn’t know how to approach it.

You sit up next to him, realizing his jacket is still in your lap. “Oh- here.” You place the jacket over his shoulders, getting much closer to do so.

He turns his face to you as you do this, not realizing how close your face was. Your lips were maybe an inch or two away from each other. You could feel his warm breath on your face. Each of your hearts began racing. As you both sat there, eyes staring into one another’s. You just went for it. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe it was because you were still minorly under the influence… but you leaned in and kissed him.

He was shocked to say the least, so it took him a second but he then returned the kiss. It was soft and slow as you both were still figuring out if this was real life. After a few seconds of this, you pulled away suddenly. “I’m so sorry- I-I don’t know what I was thinking- I-..”

He stops you “no- no. It’s totally okay. I um.. wanted to do that but didn’t have the balls.. so I’m actually really glad you did…” he brings back that cute little smile only you get to see, unlike the broody, couldn’t-care-less personality that you and everyone else had always seen.

“Really?” You responded sounding seriously dumbfounded… which you were. You thought there was no way in hell he felt the same and that you had just ruined your possible friendship.

“Yes, really. What? Do you want me to repeat myself, y/n?” He dipped back into his usual, smug persona.

You roll your eyes. “We were having a moment, ya know?” You flick him on the forehead.

“Hey! Dickwad!” He flicks you back.

You laugh for a while and then settle back down. “Just shut up and kiss me?” You come back closer once more. Without another word, he pulls you into a much more passionate kiss than before, now that he’s more comfortable.

You each respectively kiss the other back harder until you end up straddling his thighs. He pulls away to look at how you’ve repositioned, looking like he doesn’t know where to put his hands. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” He looks up at you with concern. “I don’t want you to regret anything…”

“I could ask you the same.” You place his hands on your hips, and smiling at him softly as you pant a little from the heat of the kiss alone, letting him know that’s okay. “I really like you, Brian.” You try to ease up any worries that he obviously has.

“I….. really like you too, y/n.” He basically whispers, but that’s as loud as he can get himself to respond.

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Thank you so much for reading! Tell me if you want a part 2!

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 270: Harry Potter Rules

Previously on BnHA: Present Mic punched Ujiko in the face! It was awesome. I’m thinking about getting a tattoo of it. Meanwhile Endeavor saved Mirko’s life by setting her on fire (reason #15 why I will never become a superhero), and Aizawa did some sexy Spider-Man poses for our viewing pleasure while fighting the rest of these Noumus which are still annoyingly refusing to die. Anyway but back to Present Mic, the undisputed MVP of this chapter. Because you see, in addition to the punching, he also used his Loud Voice attack (literally the actual attack name; Horikoshi will steal all of my jokes and leave me with nothing) to smash open Tomura’s Noumutank! Which I really thought was going to immediately lead to Everyone Dying, but apparently I was wrong! Anyways so yeah, right now Tomura’s just lying down all heart-stopped and not-breathing. Which seems very anticlimactic, BUT I JUST HAVE THE CRAZIEST FEELING that maybe, just maybe, the super powerful villain lad who just spent the last three arcs slowly upgrading his bad self just in time to wage war on the world as the story reaches its climax, might not actually be dead though.

Today on BnHA: DON’T MIND THAT OMINOUS ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND, IT’S NOTHING, IGNORE IT. Ahem. So first of all, as some of the bolder among us dared to speculate, Tomura is not, in fact, dead. He’s still very much kicking it with his nipple-less pecs and truffula tree hair, putzing around in his mental landscape filled with crumbled buildings and disembodied Theatrical Gesture Hands. For some reason he doesn’t have shoes or a shirt in his mental landscape, which was a very interesting choice on Horikoshi’s part, but we will speak no more of it. Anyway so to sum things up, Tomura’s family is all “TENKO WE LOVE YOU” and he’s all “oh hey” and then AFO fucking appears and he’s all “COME HERE MY BOY” which is exactly as creepy as you would expect, and for some fucking reason TOMURA ACTUALLY DOES COME HERE. And lol it turns out Ujiko gave him AFO. Like the quirk. Yes, that quirk. So long story short, Tomura is about to be possessed by AFO’s evil soul or some shit, and to put the cherry on top, fucking Deku out of fucking nowhere, MILES AWAY, is all “HE’S COMING.” Because of course he can sense it, because AFOFA IS REAL, AND FUCK ME THIS IS ALL HAPPENING TOO FAST, FUCK.

I know this chapter has been out since like 1pm, but I’m not getting to read it until 5 hours later because for once in my life I was trying to be responsible and actually get some work done on a Friday. I thought this might lead to less oh-god-I-still-have-to-get-that-done anxiety hovering over my weekend, but instead it just led to oh-god-I-have-to-get-the-chapter-recap-done anxiety hovering over my now! anyways so this might be a bit rushed lol

(ETA: yeah turns out this wasn’t exactly the kind of chapter you could just read quickly and get on with your life lmao. so, then!)

what a nice panel of Present Mic taking out the trash

you heard ‘em fellas. the doctor is secured. good job everyone we did it, manga over, congratulations. now to cut away to a two-page spread of Dark Shadow comically smothering Dabi’s flames with a giant stock pot lid, and that’ll be that! what a wonderful, extremely short and strangely underwhelming arc in which we haven’t even seen the actual main characters do anything yet. but I guess we don’t need them since the main bad guy is lying dead on the floor! everything is just so fucking dead and secured!! do you think if I keep repeating it enough Horikoshi will finally be like “okay geez I get it” and reveal his hand already

Mic is now ordering Ujiko to power down the Noumu, which again, I’m sure he will definitely do without a fuss since after all the good guys have clearly won the day

OH SHIT OH FUCK

rip X-Less. gonna just take a moment here to imprint your beautiful face onto my memory before it turns into a pile of ash. your face, I mean. not my memory. well my memory more or less already is a pile of ash but that’s neither here nor there ANYWAYS

:’)

what are these little sound effects. I think that’s supposed to be a buzzing noise?? anyways whatever it is PLEASE STOP IT, I AM NOT HAVING A NICE TIME SO STOP

ffff Horikoshi sure has done an excellent job of setting the mood in such a way that all of these panels of X-Less doing incredibly mild things are sending my stress levels through the roof. like is anyone else reading his lines more or less like “WELP, TIME FOR ME TO DIE, ANY SECOND NOW, WE’RE REALLY DOING THIS, THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING, HERE IT COMES”

(ETA: when is this poor sweet innocent man going to fucking die already.)

LET’S CUT BACK TO MIC ESCAPING THE IMMEDIATE VICINITY

I have the clearest mental image of Horikoshi standing by with a walkie talkie in one hand and one of those remote bomb detonation clicky switch thingies in the other, patiently waiting to receive the go-ahead once all of the important characters have gotten to safety

anyway so now Ujiko is talking again

no fear everyone this is just the beginning of his verbal noumu deactivation sequence. nothing to worry about. everything is fine

yes for some reason his code phrase to put all the noumus back to sleep involves going into rambling detail about his work researching quirk singularities and shit. it’s fine. it’s not a big deal. code phrases are just like that sometimes all right

just ignore the increasingly panicked look in Mic’s eye as he slowly realizes he was way too fucking keen to just leave the “dead” Tomura back there with his laser-eyed hero buddy. anyway so let’s continue learning all about the Quirk Illuminati or whatever the fuck

okay so... he faked his own death? 70 years ago, at age 50 or thereabouts? I mean, that’s interesting and all I guess. not saying I wouldn’t be thrilled to spend the rest of this chapter learning all about Ujiko’s boring evil life. I don’t need to say it because it’s implied on account of Ujiko sucks and is the worst. so yeah can we get a move on though

oh shit?!?

WHOSE NARRATION IS THAT IN THE BOXES TOMURA IS THAT YOU OH GOD OH GOD

also, comparing AFO’s smile to a buddha’s really sent an actual shudder of disgust down my spine for some reason lmao. I personally would have steered that comparison in a different area, maybe less to buddhas and more to Norman Bates from Psycho, but to each their own

oh shit wait up

okay but this is actually a pretty big revelation though, isn’t it? because it’s been hinted for a while now that AFO and Ujiko had some method of duplicating quirks (the fact that all the Noumu share the same regeneration quirk was the biggest clue, but there was also John-chan’s quirk, as well as Hood’s Muscular-esque quirk), but as far as I can recall, this is the first time we’ve had it confirmed. though to be fair I wasn’t joking when I said my memory really has been shit lately sob

anyway so for real though, can you really call it a BnHA chapter if you’re not spending a good chunk of it being hopelessly confused over the ownership of some ambiguous thought bubbles. WHO IS THIS. I do seriously feel like it’s Tomura, because he’s the wrathful one, but another hallmark of a typical BnHA chapter is me constantly questioning everything I know as I muddle my way through

(ETA: yeah I’m pretty sure it was him. still impressive how vague it is though! it could also potentially be Ujiko, Mic, or even Deku. hopefully Caleb’s translation on Sunday can shed some more light on this. though he wasn’t really helpful last time this happened lol.)

SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

didn’t... you just... say that “preservation” was your quirk?? what do you mean that you wanted it?? CAN YOU JUST FINISH YOUR SENTENCES LIKE A NORMAL PERSON

anyway so here’s a summary of this chapter thus far

present mic: okay goodbye forever x-less

x-less: what a strange thing to say! :) also is it just me or is this machine fucking staring at me

present mic: turn the noumu off please

ujiko: seventy years ago... society... singularity... he’d be 120 years old now...

??: [REPULSIVE FEELING EW WHO’S TOUCHING ME]

ujiko: all for one has the smile of an angel...

??: [SON OF A BITCH I’M SO FUCKING WRATHFUL]

ujiko: my quirk... preservation... the truth is... my quirk... preservation... the truth is... my quirk...

all caught up?? grand. also btw is anyone else super disturbed by the fact that Ujiko recognizes Mic as being “Kurogiri’s friend”, like holy shit though? how would he know that. I can’t think of any implications of this that aren’t super disturbing tbh

anyways back to -- LOL WHAT THE

Horikoshi Kouhei: [furiously scribbling notes to himself at 3am] BUT WHAT IF THE FOLDING CITY FROM “INCEPTION” HAD MORE GIANT HANDS

jesus christ. is this like some mental representation of what shit is currently like in Tomura’s mind? lots of crumbly destruction and traffic lights and the house his father built (isn’t it? I feel like it looks familiar), and SO MANY HANDS, HE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS

anyway so at this point it’s a coin toss whether or not anything in this fucking chapter is ever going to make any kind of fucking sense! but here I am voluntarily along for the ride while Gene Wilder sings that creepy boat song right in my ear!

DSFKLDSJ

ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF SOMEONE WHO HAS BEEN FLOATING IN A JAR FOR THREE MONTHS TBH. that is some luscious quarantine hair

SDFLKJSDLFKJSLKFDHLKSDJFLKJLKSDJL:FKJSDL:KJ

(ETA: that Tomura in the top left may be my new favorite panel. look at him. all he is is a nose and chin and ~*~HAIR~*~.)

HANAAAAAA AHHHHHH OH MY LORD OH MY LORD! OKAY I’M FINALLY PAYING ATTENTION NOW FOR REAL! NO MORE JOKES! EVERYBODY SHHHH!!!

FFFFFFFFFF

“LOOK AT ME I’M A MAIN CHARACTER I CAN HAVE STRANGE VISIONS AND TALK TO DEAD PEOPLE IN MY DREAMS, SOUND LIKE ANYBODY ELSE YOU KNOW?” TOMURA SHUT UP I DON’T HAVE TIME TO ANALYZE THIS SCENE THEMATICALLY RIGHT NOW I’M TOO BUSY BEING SAD ABOUT YOUR DEAD SISTER WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY CALCULATING THE ODDS OF THIS SOMEHOW BEING FORESHADOWING FOR HER NOT REALLY BEING DEAD. OH GOD, OH FUCK YOU GUYS, I’M FREAKING OUT

WHAT KIND OF YOUNGER BROTHER DOESN’T CALL HIS OLDER SISTER “NEECHAN” TOMURA WHAT KIND OF ANIME CHARACTER ARE YOU

AT THIS POINT HIS HAIR IS ITS OWN INDIVIDUAL CHARACTER WITH THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS WOW

HORIKOSHI PLEASE STOP SHAKING THIS CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE OF SIBLING FEELS SO VIGOROUSLY I AM SO TERRIBLY AFRAID OH GOD

“BY THE WAY TENKO I JUST HAVE TO SAY, YOUR MAN BOOBS ARE SERIOUSLY IMPRESSIVE AND YOU SHOULD BE VERY PROUD.” YES HANA I WAS JUST GOING TO SAY. HOW ASTUTE OF YOU TO POINT THAT OUT. BOY HAS BEEN HITTING THAT BOWFLEX

WTAF IS HIS HAIR THOUGH SERIOUSLY??!

IS IT JUST ME OR IS THIS DIALOGUE BUBBLE ACTUALLY COMING FROM THE HAIR ITSELF. TOMURA. TOMURA BLINK TWICE IF YOU ARE IN DANGER

SJJKJSKJSW

TENKO IT’S ME YOUR GIANT MOM I’M BEHIND YOU HONEY TURN AROUND AND LOOK HELLO HI I LOVE YOU DO YOU STILL WANT TO BE A HERO

ffff why is he so pretty all the time lately

you are very handsome with your billowy hair and ken doll abs, you. sure are having a lot of trippy visions for a dead guy too there

HEY!!!!

WHO SAID YOU WERE ALLOWED -- DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST -- ffffffffff I need to be alone with my thoughts for a few minutes fuck

okay well. but since it is getting late I guess we’ll just pack these feelings up real quick and put them inside a box and neatly label it “feelings I have about Tomura having a vision of his mom and immediately turning back into his innocent little boy self in said vision as soon as he sees her.” not too sure about the contents of this box yet but I will have to explore them thoroughly at a later date

oh hey it’s this asshole

“THAT WAS TWENTY YEARS AGO, DAD.” jesus Kotaro. get over it

and also guess what, if you go and get Tomura all riled up so he wakes up grumpy and disintegrates the first hapless guy he sees, I will hold you solely responsible for that poor man’s death. I’m just warning you now

oh my

I remember this conversation going a bit differently the last time, but hey

LOOOOOOL

HIGH FIVE. PUT ‘ER THERE

WHY WOULD YOU LOOK SO SURPRISED LOL DID YOU NOT JUST TURN TOWARDS HIM WITH A SINISTER MURDER FACE LIKE TWO SECONDS AGO. LIKE WTF DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN

OH NO OH SHIT

FUCK ME, GUESS IT WOULDN’T BE A DRAMATIC BNHA DREAM SEQUENCE IF THIS ASSHOLE DIDN’T MAKE AN APPEARANCE AT SOME POINT OR OTHER NOW WOULD IT

-- HOLY SHIT?!

RECORD SCRATCH, FREEZE FRAME??

holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit

holy shit. fuck

...okay so

is this implying that AFO has been Noumufied? but that doesn’t make any sense, does it? he already had multiple quirks. what other advantages could there be to him becoming a Noumu. well whatever I’m just typing out all of my thoughts real fast for the time being and I’ll try to make sense of them later

or is it because he sees Kurogiri as a father figure? and AFO also?

or is he using Kurogiri’s quirk????? IS HE SOMEHOW WARPING INTO TOMURA’S DREAMS

because that third one, to me, is what this panel most looks like? Tomura says he looks like Kuro, but he doesn’t though. Kuro has a very distinctive face which this is very much lacking. instead it looks to me much more like one of Kurogiri’s portals, with AFO’s buddhaesque smile sticking out. so yeah. I got nothin’. except, again, fuck

(ETA: yeah I obviously have more thoughts about this now, but we’ll get to those in a bit.)

...

.......

-- !!!!!!!!!!LKJLK!JLKJ

oh shit oh shit oh shit 

OH SHIT

NO BABY NO DON’T DO IT

GASP

THEY’RE TRYING TO SAVE HIM AHHHH

I HAVE LIKE TEN THOUSAND THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN RIGHT NOW YET SOMEHOW MY MIND IS ALSO STRANGELY BLANK?? I DON’T EVEN KNOW?? I’LL JUST KEEP READING

KOTARO ARE YOU TRYING TO HELP HIM OR ARE YOU PULLING HIM TOWARD AFO??

OH HE’S PUSHING HIM BACK!! OH SHIT IT’S A WHOLE FAMILY EFFORT

THEY’RE TRYING TO SAVE HIM AFO IS GOING TO TAKE HIM OVER AND THEY’RE TRYING TO PROTECT HIM OH GOD OH JESUS

BABY TENKO EYES OH MY GOD HE LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE DEKU THAT I THOUGHT IT WAS DEKU FOR A MOMENT

NO TENKO!!!

FUCK -- DOES HE NOT CARE? HE ACTUALLY UNDERSTANDS WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN BUT HE DOESN’T CARE?? IS HE TRULY SO PROFOUNDLY MISERABLE THAT HE’D GO AHEAD AND ACCEPT THIS FATE WILLINGLY

NO SOUNDS. NO WORDS. YOU COULD HEAR A PIN DROP IN MY ROOM RIGHT NOW

except that I have the most incredible, chilling, disturbing, electrifying feeling that my mental soundtrack is about to start blaring AFO’s theme from the anime on full blast...!

LOOOOOL SOB OH FUCKK

THE MOST TERRIFYING, DRAMATIC KIP UP YOU’VE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE!! THIS IS IT, IT’S BEEN REAL FRIENDS, THIS IS WHERE WE DIE

-- ARE YOU REALLY, TRULY, GENUINELY SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW

NOW OF ALL TIMES IS WHEN WE FINALLY CUT TO THE TRIO, I’M CAN’T, I’M FUCK

AND THAT’S THE END AHHHHH

holy shit holy shit holy shit. wow

okay so. I don’t really have any sort of neat and tidy way to wrap up this hot mess of a recap lol. so, just... have a whole mess of all of my stupid whirling thoughts

those first four pages really did nothing to brace me at all lol

okay, so. here’s my understanding of all this, I guess. basically we’re going full Harry Potter rules here. AFO horcruxed his quirk, and from the looks of it, a piece of his soul (perhaps even the main piece) along with it. he then passed it on to Ujiko to implant into Tomura

horcrux!AFO then wakes up, and takes over Tomura. so then my understanding is that he’s going to be possessed by him. and I also got the impression that he’s fully aware of that, but just doesn’t care at this point. he knew his family was trying to warn him, but he didn’t care. and that look in his eyes when he disintegrated them just seemed so fucking resigned to me, though. jesus

but now the more interesting thing! so we can liken Tomura to the resurrected Voldemort from book 5 and onward, reborn after transferring his power into a new vessel. which would go a long way toward explaining how AFO was able to sense what was happening from all the way in Tartarus; because if we liken it to Voldemort and his horcruxes, it would mean that he still has a connection to them (similar to the connection between Voldemort’s mind and Harry’s)

but so now comes the really interesting thing -- what does this then imply about the connection between AFO and Deku? because you’ll recall that AFO alluded to a similar mental connection back when Deku first activated SIXQUIRKS. and now we have Deku somehow being magically aware of AFO’s sudden resurgent presence in this chapter. but why?? if the reason AFO and Tomura share a psychic link is because of a shared quirk, why would Deku also be experiencing the same link? the answer is, he wouldn’t -- unless he, too, had the same shared quirk

in other words, I think All for One for All is fucking confirmed you guys. I can’t think of any explanation for this other than that OFA is also a horcrux quirk. a little piece of AFO broken off and embedded in his brother, and then passed along through the generations. and now residing within Deku

anyway. so that’s a hell of a lot to ponder lol. I guess we can at least be grateful for the fact that we’re not waiting two weeks for chapter 271 like Hori originally planned. can you fucking imagine. what a fucking asshole lol

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I'm sorry to hear you've had a bad day. I hope this makes you feel a bit better 💜

Part 20 of Jimercury Kid series

‘I’m going to die.’ Freddie whined dramatically from the sofa, arching his back as Jim walked through the door with a tray of tea and biscuits, carefully setting it on the coffee table in front of the singer. ‘I’m not sure how much more of this pain I can take, darling.’

‘I know, love.’ Jim replied softly, placing another pillow under Freddie’s head. ‘But that’s what happens when you decide to do acrobatics on stage when there are wires lying around.’

‘It was entirely Roger’s fault.’ Freddie huffed. ‘He could have warned me that his drumkit was a danger zone.’

Jim chuckled and kissed his husband’s forehead. ‘The doctor said you’ll be right as rain in a few weeks, so long as you get plenty of rest and keep up the physio.’

The Persian grumbled, ‘I hate rest.’ Then he looked up at Jim with an accusatory glare. ‘And I can’t believe you’re abandoning me to galivant off and cut people’s hair! The audacity.’

Freddie hadn’t been all that pleased when Jim announced that he had accepted a weekend job at the barber shop down the road. The Irishman had befriended the owner, Carl Pritchard, in a bar a few months ago and while he had declined the offer of a full-time job (he still had the garden to think about and Khaleel to look after when Freddie was at the studio,) he was more than happy to lend Carl a hand every Saturday, when the shop was at its busiest.

Khaleel hadn’t been too happy about it either; he was used to Jim being around 24/7 and the sudden change of routine caused him a great amount of stress. Jim was almost late on his first day of the job because his son had cried and refused to let go of his leg. But eventually, the boy begrudgingly accepted it and Jim was able to pacify his separation anxiety with the promise of bringing home a treat when he was finished at work.

‘You’re just saying that because you’re jealous.’ Jim teased, dodging as Freddie attempted to swat his backside. ‘You think I’m going to fall head over heels for Carl’s dashing good looks and run off into the sunset with him.’

Freddie pouted like a child and crossed his arms. ‘So, you do think he’s good looking.’

Jim chuckled and dropped a kiss into his husband’s dark head of hair. ‘I’m old enough to be his dad, sweetheart. Besides, he’s really not my type.’

‘I wasn’t your type either and you still went for me.’

‘Well, how could I possibly resist? Have you seenyour arse?’

He roared with laughter as Freddie attempted to swat him again, but this time the singer grabbed his hand and pulled him down to kiss his lips.

‘Do you love me?’ he whispered once they had parted, brown eyes staring into Jim’s own almost fearfully. They had been together for almost ten years now, and yet he still needed that reassurance.

‘To the moon and back.’ Jim replied, leaning down for a much deeper kiss. He could have stayed like that all day, but a quick glance at his watch told him that he was already pushing it for time.

‘I’ll be back about six.’ He placed one final kiss against Freddie’s forehead before heading to the hallway to grab his coat. ‘I’ve left the shop’s number by the phone in case there’s an emergency. Try not to have too much fun without me.’

‘Very funny.’ Freddie sniggered as Jim blew him a kiss and turned the keys in the door. ‘Have a good day, darling. Don’t snip any ears off.’

The last thing he heard was Jim shouting goodbye to Khaleel up the stairs – which was quickly followed with a cheerful, ‘bye Daddy!’ – before the door was pulled shut. Freddie sighed and stretched his sore back, wishing he could at least hobble over to the piano and belt out a few show tunes to take his mind off the pain. He hated being alone; Phoebe was in town with friends and Khaleel had been colouring upstairs for most of the afternoon. He knew that colouring was one of the ways his bijou coped with Jim’s absence, so he didn’t want to disturb him.

Well, since he was bedbound (or in this case, sofa bound) he might as well catch forty winks. After finishing his tea and munching on a biscuit, he plumped up his pillows, propped his feet up on the armrest and did his best to ignore the constant throbbing in his lower back as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

--

Freddie was awoken by the sound of the phone ringing in the hallway, and he groggily rose from the sofa to go and answer it.

‘It’s Bernie, Bernie Morris.’ Said the voice on the other end of the line. ‘I know you usually have your physio on Sundays, but my 2 o’clock just cancelled and I don’t have any other appointments today. Would you like to take the slot?’

‘Oh darling, that would be wonderful.’ Freddie sighed in relief, rubbing his back as he spoke. ‘It’s really acting up today. I could use your magic hands.’

Bernie chucked jovially. ‘Alright then, see you in twenty.’

Bernard Morris was a tall, broad, cheerful man, recommended to Freddie by Doctor Atkinson after he had his accident. The vocalist had been apprehensive at first, thinking he could simply deal with the pain on his own; but he eventually relented when it became unbearable and had agreed to six weeks’ worth of sessions, so long as he could do it in the comfort of his own home. So far, Bernie’s methods had proved remarkably effective; Freddie’s back still hurt like hell, but he always felt slightly more relieved once he had been stretched and bent over a few times by a handsome looking man.

‘Thank you so much for this, darling.’ Said Freddie, as Bernie laid the exercise mat out on the floor and shifted the coffee table over to give them more space. ‘I was doing well for a couple of days but last night it started hurting like a bastard. I made the mistake of lifting Khaleel up too quickly during playtime.’

‘It’s no bother at all.’ Replied Bernie. ‘How’s the family? I still have yet to meet your little man.’

‘He’s very shy, our Kenny.’ Freddie chuckled fondly. ‘He’s been a bit clingy lately because of this new job Jim has taken up. He’s not used to him being away and he’s finding it hard to understand.’

‘Poor thing.’ Said Bernie sympathetically. ‘My little girl was the same when I started working full-time. But they get used to it eventually. Now,’ he cracked his knuckles, ‘shall we get started?’

‘Abso-fucking-lutely.’ Freddie said with a laugh and carefully laid himself down on the mat.

--

Khaleel let out a soft yawn as he finally finished colouring in Goliath’s bright yellow eyes and carefully added the picture to the pile of cat drawings he had been working on all afternoon. He didn’t like it when Daddy went to work; he was used to Baba being away, even though he missed him, but Daddy was always there and suddenly not having him around all day made Khaleel confused and scared.

His tummy began to rumble, so he hopped off his bed and carefully climbed down the staircases to tell his Baba that he would like a snack. But when he reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard a strange noise coming from the lounge. The door was open a crack, so Khaleel peeped through curiously.

Baba was lying on the floor and a strange man was sitting on top of him, pulling on his leg. Baba was moaning in pain, his arm flying up to cover his eyes as the strange man continued to push on his leg until his knee reached his chest, before stopping and doing the same with the other one. Baba started to cry a little, and the man said something, though Khaleel couldn’t hear what it was. The boy felt his tiny heart racing. There was a strange man in the house, and he was hurting his Baba. Daddy and Uncle Phoebe weren’t here to protect them. He wanted to run into the lounge and jump on the horrible man, but his feet were frozen to the floor, unable to move.

Then he remembered the phone. Daddy and Baba had taught him how to use it, though he was only supposed to use it in emergencies, and he was never to call 999 unless he really needed to. Daddy had left his work number beside the telephone in the hall, so Khaleel quickly hurried to it and stood up on his tiptoes to grab the handset. He stared hard at the numbers on the little piece of paper and slowly began pressing the buttons. (1/2)

Jim had to admit that it felt good cutting hair again.

Pritchard & Sons was nothing like the Savoy; it was small and intimate, with a far more welcoming atmosphere and friendly regulars who were always happy to make conversation. He instantly felt at home in the place and found himself actually looking forward to working on a Saturday; despite his full-time commitment to the garden, he had been longing for a change of scenery as of late, and this job offer was exactly what he needed.

He was busy brushing away the stray hairs from the shop floor when the telephone at the front desk began to ring. Carl was nowhere to be seen and his two co-workers, Simon and Neil, were busy with clients, so he set his broom against the wall and crossed over to the desk, picking up the handset before it could ring off.

‘Pritchard & Sons, how can I help you?’

‘Daddy?’ Came a small voice from the other end of the line.

Jim was taken back a second, as if he was hearing things. ‘Kenny? Is that you? Kenny, you shouldn’t be calling Daddy at work, he’s very busy.’

‘Daddy, I need help.’ The little boy whimpered in response.

‘Sweetheart, if you need help with something, ask your Baba-’

‘There’s a strange man in the house.’ Khaleel started to sob, his voice a terrified whisper, as if he was worried about being heard. ‘There’s a strange man and he’s hurting Baba.’

Jim felt his blood run cold. ‘W-what do you mean? Where’s Baba, Kenny?’

‘In the lounge. The man is on top of him, and Baba is crying.’

Oh Jesus. Jim began to shake, sweat beading his forehead as a million images flashed before his eyes. He knew he couldn’t let Khaleel hear the fear in his voice, otherwise it would just panic the little boy further. ‘Sweetheart, listen to me. I need you to go upstairs into your bedroom and hide under your bed, okay? Daddy’s coming, everything’s going to be okay.’

Khaleel continued to sob. ‘Daddy, please hurry.’‘

‘Please, Kenny, do as I say. Hang up the phone and go upstairs as quietly as you can. I promise I’ll be home soon.’

There was a loud sniff, before Khaleel mumbled, ‘hurry, Daddy,’ and the line went dead.

‘Tell Carl there’s been an emergency!’ Jim yelled over the counter to Simon, as he raced to the hat stand and grabbed his coat, racing through the door before he even got a response. He cursed as he fumbled with his car keys, almost dropping them into the gutter as his hands trembled violently; as soon as he was in the driver’s seat, he slammed his foot on the accelerator and sped down the road.

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As soon as he reached Garden Lodge, Jim immediately went around the back entrance, not wanting to alert the intruder by ringing the bell. As soon as he had turned the key in the back door, he immediately called for Freddie, feeling his heart sink when he didn’t receive a response. He slowly walked down the hallway, glancing into every room in case someone leapt out and attacked him, until he reached the kitchen and quickly armed himself with a large knife that had been left sitting on the counter. He prayed that he wouldn’t have to use it.

‘Freddie!’ he cried out again, almost in tears, the hand holding the knife shaking so hard it was a miracle he didn’t drop it.

The kitchen door suddenly swung open behind him, and he yelled in surprise, whipping round, knife clasped in both hands and pointed straight at his would-be assailant.

There was a high-pitched shriek and a crash, and only then did Jim realise it was Freddie, clad in one of his silk kimonos and surrounded by broken teacups. They both stood there, frozen, as Jim looked his husband up and down; Freddie appeared unhurt, though shell-shocked, the tray he had been carrying now lying at his feet amongst shards of china.

‘Jim!’ Freddie screamed, once he had overcome his initial shock. ‘What the bloody hell are you doing?!’

Jim didn’t respond. He dropped the knife immediately, letting it clatter against the kitchen tiles as he ran to Freddie and scooped him into his arms, hugging him fiercely. His husband let out a surprised squeak as he was suddenly lifted off the floor and he quickly wound his legs around Jim’s hips before the younger man dropped him on his arse. It felt like Jim stood there forever, holding onto Freddie tightly, swaying back and forth like he did when soothing Khaleel to sleep.

‘Darling?’ Freddie finally whispered into Jim’s flushed ear. ‘Darling, what’s going on? What was all that about?’

Jim finally released his husband, brushing away the tears that had fallen down his cheeks as he cupped Freddie’s face and looked desperately into his eyes. ‘Are you alright? Are you hurt?’

Freddie looked baffled. ‘Hurt? Of course not! Why would I be hurt? And what are you even doing here? I thought you didn’t finish work until six.’

The Irishman’s heart finally began to relax as he took a moment to process this information. ‘Khaleel called the shop. He said there was a man in here and he was hurting you. I got here as fast as I could.’

Freddie stared at him with wide eyes, looking like a deer in headlights. ‘Oh my God…Jim, that was Bernie. Bernie Morris, my physiotherapist. He’s in the conservatory, I was just about to make us some more tea.’

Jim looked like he was about to collapse to the floor. He leaned back against the counter, colour finally returning to his face as he realised that Freddie and Khaleel had never been in any danger. All the horrifying scenarios that had been playing in his mind finally ceased to be.

‘Oh God…’ he covered his eyes with his hands, taking deep, uneven breaths, ‘I thought some psycho had broken in, I thought…’ He cut off, not wanting to even consider what could have happened.

Freddie carefully stepped over the mess on the floor, careful not to cut his bare feet as he approached him and put his arms around Jim’s neck, gently kissing his forehead. ‘You really would have killed a man just to protect me?’

Jim removed his hands from his eyes and replied without any hesitation. ‘Absolutely. The bastard wouldn’t have known what hit him.’

Freddie chucked softly, ‘my knight in shining armour.’ Then suddenly his eyes went wide. ‘Kenny! Where’s Kenny?’

‘I told him to go upstairs and hide under his bed.’ Replied Jim. ‘Come on, let’s go and get him. He’s scared out of his wits.’

-----

It had taken a while to coax Khaleel out from underneath his bed. But his parents eventually managed to convince him that the mean man downstairs was actually a very nice man, who was helping Baba get better, and the only reason Baba had been crying in the lounge was because his back hurt so much. They praised him for being such a brave boy and using the phone to call for help when he thought it was needed. Khaleel eventually crawled out and let Freddie carry him downstairs.

He hid in face in Freddie’s shoulder when he saw Bernie, his body trembling in fear. But he gradually looked up when Bernie started chatting to him, realising this strange man wasn’t really that scary up close. By the time Phoebe arrived home from town, Kenny was sitting on Bernie’s lap, giggling as the man held one of his soft toys, pretending to make it talk in a deep gruff voice.

‘What happened here?’ Phoebe asked as he walked into the kitchen to see Jim sweeping up the broken china into a dustpan.

‘Long story.’ Was all the Irishman said in reply. (2/2)

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Aww an extra long update! I loved it😊 It was exactly what I needed after the exhausting day I've had, thank you for making me smile with this part (and all your stories everyday).

I was happy to see Jim take up a part time job of a hairdresser. I've often wondered about that in Freddie!lives scenarios. I think one of the reasons why Jim took up the job of the gardener at GL is to be close to Freddie who had received his diagnosis by that time, if I'm not wrong.

And aww, baby Khaleel being so smart and calling up his father when he saw that his baba was in danger. And ofc, Jim being ready to do absolutely anything to keep his family safe... my heart.

And lol, I can see Phoebe rolling his eyes in the kitchen like, "I take one day off..."

(More drabbles by writer anon)

[dailyaudiobible]

05/12/2020 DAB Transcript

1 Samuel 12:1-13:23, John 7:1-30, Psalms 108:1-13, Proverbs 15:4

Today is the 12th day of May welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I am Brian it's great to be here with you. One month ago, today was Easter Sunday. Can you believe it? And here we are a month later continuing to move forward in the Scriptures and in life and together in community. So, what a joy it is to be here with you today taking that next step. This week we’re reading from the New International Version and we are working our way through the book of first Samuel. And, so, we reached the place where King Saul who was coronated, became the king, the first king of Israel. And, so, we’re getting to know Saul and we had a chance to get to know him a little bit as a person, but now we are going to get to know him as the king of Israel. And even as we do that, we’re preparing to say goodbye to the prophet, to the last judge, to the priest Samuel. So, today from the New International Version. First Samuel 12 and 13.

Commentary:

Okay. So, here's the…here's the scenario that is shaped up in the first Samuel. Obviously, Samuel had some things to say to the people about this new king and he reminded them that they…that God was supposed to be their king and he testified against them, but he basically said that if they and their king would follow God then God would be in the midst of them and protect them and be their God, right? So, Saul begins to reign. The Philistines, so the enemies of Israel, encamp against them, right? So, they’re like drawing up battle lines. Saul does the same. And Saul is supposed to wait for Samuel to come and offer a sacrifice and give further instructions about this ensuing battle, but while they’re waiting people are getting a little jittery about the fact that they’re waiting to go into battle and they could die. And, so, people are kind of slinking away here and there and it’s like Saul’s trying to keep his game face while he’s waiting for Samuel and Samuel still doesn't show up. And a week goes by and Samuel still doesn't show up. And, so, Saul decides, “okay, the people, the army is deserting me, and I have an encamped army against me, and the people are losing heart.” And, so, he decided to offer the sacrifice to God himself. In other words, to take matters into his own hand. And the reason that he wanted to take matters into his own hand was because of the fact that people were deserting him. So, he does this sacrifice and at the end of it, Samuel shows up and it's not a good scene. Basically, what Samuel tells Saul is that his kingdom is coming to an end, even as its basically just beginning, that the kingdom has already been stripped away from him and God has selected another. So, when we saw Saul's coronation that was in yesterday's reading, we saw Saul was hiding, like hiding out at his own coronation. He’s afraid of man and what people think and we get the first clues of that. In today's reading we see it on full display and it's such a big deal, like it's such a fatal flaw that God is going to select somebody else because this wasn't really about ultimate and deep reverence for God, this was about Saul's fear of being deserted by the army and Saul's fear of what people were saying about him and what they were going to say about him. So, you know, where this kind of starts getting personal is when we start thinking about how we are swayed by the opinion of other people, like this…the swirl of it all, how we are trying to curate and fit ourselves into a certain mold so that good things, right, good things, so people say good things…not…not that that…that's a bad thing to have people speak well of you. The point is the motivator, like what's going on in your heart. What are you motivated to do this? And maybe we've been in these circumstances where we felt the leading of the Lord and we began to do what we were told, which led us to a period of waiting. Because this is what happened with Saul. He assembled the Army. They’re all lined up but he's in a season or a time of waiting for the prophet to come and give further instructions. So, we can all find those kind of scenarios in our lives, where we’re told to do something, we’re prepared to do it and then there's a period of waiting. And it's like everybody is just kind of slinking away and maybe doing some talking or whatever. And, so, we try to take matters into our own hands to try to hold the whole thing together as if God can't hold it together. But really what's going on inside of us is that we fear whether or not God's come through. It’s that we fear what others are gonna say. So, Saul is showing us in vivid detail this path of life and we’re nowhere near the end of our learning. But even as we get to know Saul, this first king, it's like every day there's something else to learn about the fear of man and where that road will ultimately lead when we're trying to get an identity from the opinions, the ever-changing opinions of people instead of getting the opinion from our Creator who isn't continually changing His mind about us based on the winds of change or culture or based even upon our performance. This is leading Saul down a treacherous path. It will lead us down the same treacherous path.

Prayer:

Father, we invite Your Holy Spirit to remind us of who we are, children of the most-high God. What else can be said about that? What kind of social media post can we post today that will make us look so great that will outdo that? And in knowing that this is who we are, like there's nothing else above that, that we are Your children. So, we don't need to prop ourselves up in some kind of smaller way. We've already won it all, it’s already all ours. You are our Father. And, so, Lord, even as we go through this story in first Samuel, we see these roads that Saul is gonna walk down. Show us how we get off the path and walk down the same roads so that we learn here, and we walk through this assured of who we are and where we’re going and who You are and where You're leading. Come Holy Spirit we pray. In Jesus name we ask. Amen.

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[graphicdesignvictim]

journal 1/ chapters 1-4 / the prologue to graphic design

initial thoughts

When I first received the textbook, the 6th edition of Meggs' History of Graphic Design (written by Philip B. Meggs and Alston W. Purvis) in the mail, I was immediately stressed out. I was unfortunately gifted the trait of being ultra stressed about a lot of things, but school always won first place in amount of stress. (My freshman year of high school I was so stressed I was getting a lot of gray hairs...so embarrassing!) In general, history has been my least favorite subject, and therefore was the subject I struggled with the most. Although I am passionate about graphic design, I wasn't super psyched to be reading about its history. Sorry Professor!

1 / the invention of writing

These terms! I believe I have only heard of pictographs and hieroglyphics before reading this. To read that there's petroglyphs, ideographs, cuneiform, and rebus writing. Wow.

"The symbol for sun...began to represent ideas such as "day" and "light"." (pg.9, Meggs.): You know, I never considered that. On my essay in quiz 1, I discussed how there were would be too many characters to represent every word, and that is why having an alphabet is more advantageous. Though I agree with my argument, I wonder how many symbols would have dual or more meanings, as that is the case for many words in the modern English language. For example, the word "die" could mean the verb of ceasing to exist, or it could mean the noun of a dot-marked playing cube / singular form of dice. So in cuneiform terms, would the symbol for "die" [noun] represent the idea of death? Probably not, but maybe with crazy English it might.

Whenever quarantine ends, I wonder how hard it would be to make my own cylinder seal. After reading this portion, I found the urge to make one. Obviously with modern technology, making a personalized stamp wouldn't be that hard, and I have seen some DIY artists make their wax seals. I think it would be fantastically ridiculous to have an obnoxious stone seal to go around "marking my territory" on.

Ah papyrus. I feel stupid for admitting this, but I didn't actually know papyrus was a plant. I didn't think it was not a plant, however I just never thought of it that deeply. I'm going to look up what it looks like right now. [...] Oh, okay. I suppose today is the appropriate day to say that it sort of looks like thin marijuana? Anyway, speaking of papyrus, the reason I never gave it much thought to it being a plant is because I have been too focused on everyone's hatred for the Papyrus typeface. Why does everyone hate it? I haven't found myself wanting to use it (yet), but I definitely feel this social pressure that I'm not allowed to use it.

I find superstition fascinating. I think if I could meet anyone from the past I would want to meet the illustrator of the Book of the Dead. That would be a morbidlly cool job to have, just feeling that some random guy named Bob has had enough days lived. AND WITH THE POWER OF THE PEN you kill hi- I mean let him enter the afterlife.

2 / alphabets

The definition of an alphabet is definetly something I have not thought about in depth. This definition makes sense, but I always took it for granted in terms of- well I know English, there's an alphabet. I tried to learn Spanish, there's an alphabet... it's almost the same except they're pronounced differently and there's another n- ñ. I tried to learn Japanese, and there's almost twice as many characters (as English), 2 for each sound.

Fascinating to learn that Hebrew and Arabic writing was the evolution of the Phoenician alphabet. I can very much see the resemblances. But it's crazier that different cultures took it in one direction, and then the Greeks took it in another direction, and the Romans took that alphabet in a completely different direction. It blows my mind to see how far we've come.

Ah yes, serifs. I love the whole argument over whether they originated at cleanup marks or sharpening-the-brush-tip marks. Can't we just be glad they exist? (I want to believe it's the sharpening origin, it sounds more efficient.)

Vellum paper feels amazing; no wonder it has to be made from that smooth baby skin. Yikes.

Scrolls are also an obnoxious thing I'd like to have. For instance, I probably will have my will written in a large scroll to represent how dramatic I am.

As someone who used to be obsessed with Kpop, I think it is absolutely amazing that Hangul is such a technical alphabet. It reminds me of how humans have that disk they threw into outer space teaching aliens how to speak English via the shape of your mouth and lips and what position your tongue should go for certain sounds. Obviously this is the origin and is way more impressive especially at such an early point in our history. It makes me appreciate the language and those that write in it much more.

3 / the asian contribution

I appreciated that this chapter starts off crediting the Chinese with creations forcertain things that I remember throughout middle school and high school, history class always seemed to gloss over. Like where did these Europeans know which way was north and to figure they could kill others by putting some powder in their guns. Paper also always came out of nowhere, but I'm glad I learned its origin sooner than reading this.

I have learned that Chinese calligraphy was more important that painting before, but in a different way. As I'm in a lot of art classes, I was taught that Chinese painters would usually also be calligraphers and viewers could tell that the same person who painted the painting wrote the calligraphy as the style of the strokes would match. Thinking about it more now, it would make sense why it would be more important as calligraphy was something you had to memorize AND learn where as with painting, anyone could technically learn how to visualize.

Referencing my earlier rant about cylinder seals, chops are also something I enjoy and would want to have one of my own. Personally I like cooler colors better, so maybe I would choose to have a blue ink instead... but I know that's not the point. I think this would make more sense to be the origin of printing as it is constructing something once and being able to reproduce it over and over just with the use of ink.

The Chinese also invented playing cards! How interesting that they were called sheet dice and a unique aspect of graphic design that you never realize until you actually think about it.

I agree with the authors, it is odd that languages with thousands of characters would decide to use such a tedious method like movable type. On the bright side, we wouldn't have our lovely lazy Susan's if it weren't for this tedious type!

4 / illuminated manuscripts

As someone who appreciates shiny things (my weakness is holographic) it was exciting to learn about illuminated manuscripts. I'm just imagining the gold leaf making the page glow from a couple meters away. Those kind of things make me like to pretend stuff is magical. And for your title to be an illuminator? Yes please. AND to learn that these were insanely portable for a lazy human like me? Perfection.

Earlier this year I learned about ascenders and descenders in typography, so it was nice to know their origin as well as how lowercase and uppercase letters came from minuscule and majuscule.

I am thankful for the Celtics for deciding to put spaces between words. Reading (especially something I'm not interested in) would be a much more painful task ifeverythinglookedlikethis. No wonder humans were evolving so slowly before this point. Howdoyouknowwhenonewordendsandanotherbegins?

All of these illustrations next to the text on the manuscripts make me wonder if they were still using hieroglyphics, would they even bother to illustrate these giant paintings or would it seem (or at least appear) to look repetitive? I particularly enjoy the page from Ormesby Psalter, a Gothic manuscript on page 61; it's very beautifully done.

While I'm not a religious person, I think the concept of aniconism is very interesting. Also how you could view illustrations of living things, but only inside. Can't deny that their commitment to an intricate and complex design in the Islamic manuscripts were not short of beauty.

The Limbourg brothers' story was interesting to me: how they were all illuminated book designers, how they all died before finishing their most well known project, just short of when the duc de Berry died.

This chapter was the roughest for me. I feel that it was a bit long for my tastes and it gave me a bit of anxiety that with it being so long that the professor told us to focus more on chapter 1 than this chapter. That's my issue though and it was still pretty insightful.

post thoughts

I understand the reviews for this book that I read, about how the writing is something I'm going to have to get used to. It is definitely informative, but oh my it is a lot. Will definetly not be doing this journal so late on Sunday night. Sorry professor...

Source: Meggs' History of Graphic Design, 6th Edition, Philip B. Meggs and Alston W. PurvisJohn Wiley & Sons publishers.

[juliaaguilar]

BEWITCHING YNGRID (Short Story)

It was Sunday morning. The sun is shining bright and the breeze blowing from west of Village Tazmania is making the branches and leaves of the old trees in the forest dance.

It was a typical weather but it wasn't a typical Sunday morning for the Tazmanians. Today is the day where the people commemorate an event called The memorial.

Everyone within the village would come to the forest to witness the rituals and prayers done by the Chief for the souls that was taken by the cursed gate.

"Hurry up!"

Yngrid rolled her eyes at her mother's remark. She has been attending this event for her 19 years of existence and she's convinced that no matter what happens, even if she's pulled towards the gate, the memorial, is still a waste of time.

She believed that the people that the cursed gate took wasn't dead at all. Private officials in their village worked overtime and conducted a very thorough investigation due to the number of people missing, though every investigation directed all to one suspect, the cursed gate, no bodies were found.

Yngrid can read minds, as it was the special power that the Tazmanians possessed. But it was no use. Everyone believed that if you were chosen by the cursed gate, your time is up.

"All kneel..." the Chief said.

Everyone followed except Yngrid.

She kept a distance within the Tazmanian crowd who are now kneeling in front of the memorial plaque. The Chief started to murmur prayers she'd never understand no matter how hard she tried to.

Lies. She said in her mind.

Just then the memorial plaque started glowing in a shade of deep red. The cursed gates opened slowly and was followed with a blinding light. Everyone let out a gasp as it was a bad sign.

Yngrid's jaw dropped. What now? Did I anger the cursed gate with my thoughts? Is someone gonna die just to prove me wrong? She screamed in her head.

Just when she was about to take a step, her eyes widened when she saw her mother going near the gate. She didn't bother to take another step, instead she ran.

She might not always show affection towards her mother but she couldn't live without her. That's one thing she's sure of.

"Mother!"  Yngrid yelled as she was about to close the gap between her and the gate.

She was about to pull her mother away from the cursed gate when she saw that her mother was the one controlling it. A black smoke was coming out of her mother’s bare hands.

Emotions dwelled within her heart. Rage, disapointment, she couldn't name it all. But at least she proved that all the stories circulating within the village we're all fabricated.

"Explain it to me." Yngrid demanded to her mother after the event.

"I will. At home. I promise."

"No."

"Yngrid..." her mother pleaded.

She looked at her in the eye, entering the mind of her mother to read her thoughts to give answers to her questions but she couldn't get in.

"Stop trying to read my mind."

She heard enough excuses. Mind in a haywire she walked away from the forest. Not in the direction of their house, not in the direction of the cursed gate. She doesn't know where she's going but she's determined to stay away from her mom, for now.

If there's one thing she dislikes the most it would be liars. She's a firm believer of the saying 'it is better to hurt people with the truth than comfort them with lies'. So if no one's gonna tell her what's going on, she'll tell herself.

Monday morning came and the sun is still shinning, the breeze is cold and strong, the usual weather in Village Tazmania.

Yngrid decided to spend the night in the house of her childhood friend, Jiro. They watched movies, ate popcorn, laughed at each other's funny stories that made Yngrid forget about what happened.

"Yngrid!" her mom's voice echoed when she reached their house.

She rolled her eyes yet again. Is she really worried or was this concern a lie as well? She thought.

"I am truly concerned! You are my daughter!" her mother exclaimed.

Yngrid immediately formed a cloud on her mind to block her mother from reading her thoughts. She felt violated. She always felt.

"Are you not gonna talk to me?"

She didn't answer her mother. If you're not gonna tell me the truth, we're not talking.

Yngrid felt horrible. With all the thoughts lingering in her mind that was dominated by negative thoughts, she ignored her surroundings.

She unknowingly grabbed a mug and a brewed coffee. Why am I seeing all these? Why do we have this ability? Am I really human?

"Sit down. I'll tell you everything." her mother gave up.

Yngrid hesistated. Sure. Her mother's now willing to tell her everything, but that does not guarantee that whatever she's going to say is true. Is she willing to take the risk? Of course. I could easily tell if she's lying to me anyways. She thought.

Her mother, Oona, gestured to the dining chair in front of her. Yngrid followed without muttering a single word. Both of them wanted answers. Her mother wanted to know if her daughter's gonna believe her, and Yngrid followed without muttering a single word. Both of them wanted answers. Her mother wanted to know if her daughter's gonna believe her, and Yngrid wanted to know the truth.

"First of, we are humans," her mother started. "But we have a special ability that most humans do not have. We are special. And in order to protect us from people who wanted to take advantage of our powers, the Chief ordered for us to stay within the forest.  In our village."

Yngrid multi tasked. She was listening and observing at the same time. But as what she noticed, there are no errors yet. Everything that her mother just said is possible so it might be true.

"But staying here isn't free. We must protect the forest from harm with all our might. That is the deal," "Though the disapperances of our people and the cursed gate... those we're not lies. So I hope you trust me by then, I will not do anything that can harm you. Its only the two of us now..." she offered her hand

Yngrid accepted her mother's hand. For a moment she actually felt safe despite all the weird things she's not yet used to see. Her mother, Oona, was right. Its only the two of them now.

"Good morning!"

Calla, Yngrid's bestfriend, peeked from the living room wearing her usual cheeky smile. Yngrid greeted her back and returned the warm smile before finishing her coffee.

"Good morning. Breakfast?" Oona offered.

Calla shook her head. "I just had breakfast. Thank you, ma'am," she then looked at Yngrid. "Let's go for a stroll?"

Yngrid looked at her mother for approval. Her mother replied with a smile that was equivalent to a yes. So she didn't waste her time and went upstairs to change.

It was said that the Chief required all women to wear dresses, they may have an occasion or not so it wasn't that much of a big deal towards the ladies. But wearing any red colored clothing is strictly prohibited since it was believed in the village that the color red attracts bad luck.

Yngrid changed in to a plain white ruffle sleeve dress and a white flats. Her brown hair done in natural low curls.

"I was wondering if I can sell these metal pins I've collected during the memorial... I hope they cost a fortune." Calla said as she was showing the pins to Yngrid.

They are on their way to the market. The Village Tazmania was huge but in order to get through every places within it, a person shall pass the forest where the cursed gate is located.

As they were about to pass, a bolt of blinding light flickered. Both women covered their eyes due to the blinding light. But Calla's screams started to zone out and Yngrid knew theres something wrong.

She opened her eyes and saw that Calla was being pulled towards the cursed gate with an invisible force. She was about to chase her but it was to late as her friend was swallowed whole by the light.

The light disappeared and everything went back to normal except Yngrid. She was scared... for once.

So it is real... She thought, as nervousness started eating her up. She has two options in the moment. First, to go near the gate, follow Calla, and face what's within there, or to ask help from the Chief.

She knew the better choice was the latter. Going after her friend wasn't a good idea for it will result to another disappearances. How will she save her friend, if she doesn't know what to do if she's in there? More so, will she able to win the fight if something really in there? Will she able to get out or will she be one of the people who went missing?

Yngrid knew better. She immediately called the attention of the Chief through her mother and before everyone knew it, a memorial was held.

She felt horrible. Yngrid disliked attending this event since time immemorial but she is now to pray for the soul of her lost friend Calla.

Her mother, Oona, looked at her worriedly. She knew. She knew that this disapperance will push Yngrid to find answers and seek what's with the curse so she must stop her daughter from getting herself killed.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" her mother asked worriedly.

Yngrid couldn't even speak. She was shocked, to put it lightly. But what she feels is more than that. She was afraid.

It was past twelve midnight and Yngrid was just there, lying in her bed, eyes wide open. She shifted to the right side of her bed and saw a picture of herself together with Calla, there were actually three of them.

And without thinking twice, she knew it was a sign. She's going after her friend.

Yngrid tiptoed her way downstairs in order to keep her mother from waking up because she knew her mother would disagree with her decision, aside from that, it was last thing she wants her mother to know. Her mother would consider this heroic act a suicide.

She held the doorknob, gently twisted it but the door wasn't budging. She tried doing the same exact thing for a few minutes but nothing happened. Mother must've locked the door from outside.

She thought.

If the front door was locked, then the back door must be as well. I have nowhere to get out. The window from my bedroom is my only choice.

She then climbed back to her bedroom, tying a thick blanket on his bed, and the other end on her waist, Yngrid took the window and landed on the ground with a low thud. She stayed still for a moment, waiting to see if her mother had notice but she didn't so Yngrid followed the way to the cursed gate.

When she arrived, she was trembling with fear. All she can recall were the stories from the elders saying, "whoever dares to come near the cursed gate, will become a hideous monster and cannot return to the village... forever" but thoughts of Calla asking for help started appearing from her thoughts.

She took a step towards the cursed gate. Little by little she is starting to get real close to it. For the first time seeing the cursed gate this close, she noticed that there were words carved on top of the gate but she refused to utter those, she don't want to get herself hurt, she must find Calla first.

"Shit." Yngrid muttered.

Just then she heard the sound of unlocking followed by the opening of its gates, like what happened earlier, a blinding light followed. She took another step towards it, until the light was able to reach her. Then it drag her to God knows where.

Yngrid landed on her knees with her eyes shut. She was still shaking and she didn't want to open her eyes, thinking she did turn into a hideous beast. She stayed still for a moment until she heard a loud beep.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

She opened her eyes and was greeted yet again by another blinding light, but this time, it was bearable.

Gently she managed to pull herself together and presented herself to the man infront of her. Behind him is a black machine with four wheels, and two lights that seemed to form like its eyes, a rectangular shaped metal that look like its mouth!

"Is that a monster?!" Yngrid exclaimed.

The man was confused. "A monster?" he looked at behind him and pointed to the black machine. "This is my car. Is it your first time seeing this?"

The man glanced at Yngrid and noticed that she doesn't look like she belongs to the place. Her dress doesn't match with his expensive watch and branded black suit and slacks.

"Where am-m... I?" she stuttered, covering half of her mouth in fear.

She looked over to the left side of the road and saw a glass built shop so she closed the small distance between them to look at her reflection.

Upon seeing that she still has both eyes, complete set of teeth, arms, legs, and she didn't look like one of the monsters she imagined, she heaved a sigh of relief. Liars. She silently cursed the elders who once told her those stories.

"Miss...?" the man called.

"I'm looking for a girl named Calla. She's two inch shorter than me, brown haired, and she's very fair, she's wearing--"

"There are a lot of ladies like that here in New York. If you want I can take you to the cops. You look like you're lost."

Her forehead creased. "New... York?"

Before the man could answer, someone from behind held her wrist and yanked her away from the busy streets. The person holding her is wearing a red cloak and is walking so fast so she couldn't catch up and take a look at its face.

"Let go of me!" Yngrid continued to pull her arm from the grasp of the stranger.

But it only caused her more fear when the stranger pulled her into a one dark alley that was dumped with garbage and left overs.

The stranger stopped walking and turned around to face her. Yngrid stopped breathing for a moment, that machine wasn't a monster so it must be this person! I can't die yet!

"C-Calla?" Yngrid muttered when she saw who it was. Calla closed the gap to give her friend a very tight hug which Yngrid returned.

"You know what? You're actually right! The stories we're all lies. And all the people who got lost weren't really dead. They get transported here."

Yngrid's brows met at her friend's statement. Still dizzy from what happened earlier, she tried to squint her eyes and tried to process the information but to no avail, it seems like her brain is malfunctioning.

If it’s true that they're not dead, where are they now? Why didn't they return to the village? Most importantly, what's this place?

"Transported?" Yngrid asked.

Calla only shrugged. "I'm not the one that should be telling you this."

"Then who?"

"It’s the detective."

Yngrid got more confused. What the freak is a detective? Is that a thing? She squinted yet again as her headache started getting worse.

Calla noticed the discomfort on Yngrid's face, realizing that she's having a headache just like her when she arrived at the same place.

"Come with me. She can answer all your questions, I promise." Calla showed her small finger.

She held Yngrid's arm, put back the cloak on to cover her face and headed towards the old abandoned road, a bit far from the main road of the city center.

Yngrid slowly recovering from her throbbing head, took a glance on Calla as she walk fast infront of her, gripping her wrist and pulling her to God knows who.

"Why are you wearing a cloak?" Yngrid managed to ask.

She waited for an answer but Calla remained silent throughout the journey. When they reached the end of the road, there stood a modern designed house with a white and blue furnishing, there is a space at the right side of the house and a monster called 'car' on idle.

Calla opened the gates in a haste, she didn't even bother to knock as she directly opened the front door of the house.

Unlike the houses back in the village where the houses were furnished in dark and gloomy colors. The colors of the house furnishing inside were light, the furnitures were covered in a shade of light black but it contemplated the whole place.

"Detective?" Calla called.

From the kitchen, a silhouette of a woman appeared. As she stepped into the light, Yngrid managed to study her facial features.

Dress in a slightly loose red slacks, and a white shoulder length puffy dress, holding a newspaper, the 'Detective' looked quite intimidating, especially with the specs she's wearing.

"She's here!" Calla exclaimed.

Yngrid yet again looked confused. She's here? Were they waiting for me? Do they know I'm coming? What's going on?

"You look so confused, dear. I'm sure you have a lot of questions in your mind?" the woman's voice was soft but scary.

"I-I do have several questions..." Yngrid answered politely.

"Very well..." the woman motioned to Yngrid to go and follow her.

Yngrid hesistated. For the past minutes, a lot of crazy things have been happening and that's all because of that goddamn cursed gate. I cannot trust anybody, I don't even know where I am! I might die if I let my guards down! She thought.

She looked over to Calla to ask help but Calla nodded and motioned to actually follow the woman!

Yngrid had no choice.

The woman led her to the basement where everything is almost non visible, it was so dark that Yngrid could hurt herself because she cannot see anything.

The woman noticed her trembling hands so she turned to the switch for the lights. Yngrid felt relieved. At least if there was something waiting for her at the end of the staircase, she'll see it.

Amidst the negative thoughts, there were no monsters on the basement but there were a lot of papers and a bulletin board that has a red yarn connecting the pictures of people to a one certain place.

"Missing?" Yngrid muttered.

She took a look at the pictures of the people with a "MISSING" quote on top and realized that it was the villagers that was left in Village Tazmania!

She felt shivers ran down her spine when she saw the recent pictures that were posted. It was Calla's... and hers?

"Correct. That's you." the woman said.

Yngrid turned to her as a response. She couldn't say anything but at least her tears were enough to show what she's feeling.

"I'm Detective Marta Chu. I have been investigating about the suspicious disappearance of people for 15 years now."

"How is this me?" Yngrid asked looking at the picture of a four year old little girl.

The woman took a pile of papers from the desk and placed it infront of Yngrid. "You and your parents were in a cruise ship fifteen years ago, during the trip, the cruise ship came across a strong storm that wiped the cruise ship apart. Luckily, your parents survived, they were rescued by the coast guards, but you..."

Yngrid waited for the woman to finish her statement. She's yet again being told a story and she already promised herself that she won't be getting fooled over false stories but it just feels too real for her. For the first time in her nineteen years of existence, this story felt true.

You were not there. The coast guards ask for the cooperation of the high ranking officials and police officers just like what your parents instructed. They were eager to find you," she started. "The search lasted for two years. I thought they won’t get tired of looking for you since you were the unica hija..."

Yngrid sniffed. "Am I dead?"

"That's what we thought. But then this," she used a red marker to encircle a place named, 'Bermuda Triangle.' "This place was rumored to be a black whole or a dimension due to the disappearances over the years. The cruise ship rerouted and sailed the wrong way due to the storm."

"As mentioned by survivors, just like her," she pointed to Calla. "You were trapped in a village in the middle of the forest which can be found under the deep deep sea of the Bermuda Triangle. If you believe to have seen people who uses powers, or magical stuff then there's only one thing that I'm sure of."

The woman came closer. "What's your name?"

"Y-Yngrid..." She sniffed again.

   "Yngrid.... You're bewitched."

  I blinked a few times and stretched my arms. I pushed my glasses up by my index finger as I continued to stare at the monitor of my computer.

Word count: 3,660 words.

"Hey, Yna! I heard you just finished writing the draft of your short story. You need to proofread and post it asap because it’s due tomorrow.." my classmate, Jessica said.

"Uh yes..." I replied.

"So what's the title? Can I sneak a peek?"

I nodded as she moved closer to my chair. I have been trying to come up with a good short story for a specialized subject in my strand, and I hope that my teacher is satisfied about my work!

I smiled as I typed in the title of my short story before pressing post.

 TITLE: BEWITCHING YNGRID.

[mrpenguinpants]

A bunch of prompts and AU’s

So these are a bunch of ideas and prompts I've had at 2am today. I’ll most likely do these at some point but I wanted to know if there was a certain pairing or reader insert anyone wanted me to do so let me know. Doesn't have to be BNHA and I can write any style. Also, feel free combining these. I’ll update this list. Anyways.

Au’s

Telephone Soulmate AU?

Based on a dabihawks picture I saw. Super cute. 

It’s where you make a telephone with your hands (make a fist then extend your pinky and thumb out. Hold your thumb to your ear and your pinky to your mouth simulating a telephone). It lets you talk to your soulmate if they decide to pick up the phone if they do then a white cord will appear. If they don’t, you’ll get a voicemail message telling you to leave a message. If the phone has a dial tone then it means your soulmate died. 

Synthesize AU 

I've already done this with todobaku/bakutodo but I wanted to go a bit more into detail.

Basically, its a site (guy.exe (yes it is a song)) that allows you to create your ‘dream guy’. Fill out an application form and it gets sent to the company. Two weeks later you’ll receive a package. However, the guy.exe you are trying to create must not be someone that already exists. The guy.exe will suffer an existential crisis and will kill the original. The organization ‘guy.exe’ does collect bodies in order to create these guy.exe and frankly, they’re running a bit short this month. 

Omegaverse AU

Don’t think I need to explain this one, I just wanted to add it in here

Soulmate Map AU

When you are born you get a huge blank paper. This is your soulmates map. Your soulmate can mark special points of interest that get placed on your map. Likewise, you can do the same. For example, have a favorite restaurant? Mark it down on your map and it will appear on your soulmates map. If you ever decide to meet your soulmate, mark yourself down. On your soulmates map, you will appear as a big x. Once you meet each other your maps combine into one so Y'all can go together to your special places. 

Prompts

This guy comes in every day at the exact same time, buys the exaxt same thing, and pays the exact amount of tips with the exact amount of coins. Now I know I'm not supposed to judge the people that pay my paycheck but what the fuck? 

Hey so...I might of accidently killed someone and youre the best person I can go to so you wanna help me bury a dead body?

I'm not a certified doctor nor do I work at a hospital but I got some ice and pain meds so stop being a bitch and come with me before you bleed out and die.

Did you seriously order delivery at 4am?

I live next door and I always hear you and someone, who im assuming your partner, fighting and while I’m not good with confrontation are you okay?

Fuck you’re hot. Wait shit did I say that out loud- oh god I said that out loud.

Everyone says you’re a super creepy guy and I should not interact with you unless I want to die. Well, I crave death in any way, shape, and form so do you wanna get a coffee?

I made up a lie saying you were my boyfriend/girlfriend even though im not gay/straight. But one day, we all went on a school trip and when people asked about your relationship with me. Rather than denying it you went along with it and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. One. Thanks for playing along. Two. It feels really nice being half hugged by you. Three. Now my sexuality is confused

There's a guy following me and not gonna lie I’m kinda scared. Could you pick me up?

I got turned into an animal and I don't know how to turn back. But you walked by and adopted me. So I guess I’m your pet now?

Don’t you dare even think for one second about liking them! They are my innocent precious angel and you will never get your dirty dirty hands on them. 400% out of your league mister. 

The person you’ve been flirting with is my fiancee and while I know they aren’t gonna cheat on me I’m 110% done with your washed up ass and I'm ready to throw motherfckin hands bitch.

I was in a fight and losing and while the enemy was about to give one last good swing you fucking waltzed in like it was a Sunday morning and beat the ever loving crap out of them.

Out in the streets, you act like you hate me. In the sheets, well...

We met on a train going nowhere at 4 in the morning. We both had backpacks and ran away from home. Traveling alone sucks so do you want to stick together?

One new voice mail. Hey..there was a break in at our home while you were at work. I hid in the closet and I can hear them downstairs. I’ve already called the police but please. Please come home.

Alternatively

Hey, there was a break in at our house while you were at work. I can hear them downstairs. I’ve hidden in the closet and called the police but im freaking the fuck out so could you please talk to me and help me calm down?

[poundfooolish]

So, we had a fucking encounter today at the pub.

So It’s Odds Bodkin season which means Meaghan and I go down to the pub to listen to him tell stories. It’s Our Thing, it’s what we do, it’s fun. They know us there, to the point that the owner of the establishment reserved our favorite seats at the bar for us specifically, and came over to chat with us a bit during intermission. 

This is not the encounter, I’m just still tickled by it. 

Anyway, also during intermission, there’s this girl sitting next to us. We don’t know her, never seen her, we don’t really interact with anyone else there besides the owner and Bodkin himself because, well. That’s who we’re here for. But anyway, she starts talking to me. Out of nowhere. Which wouldn’t be entirely weird except she felt the need to lead in with an apologetic explanation as to why she wasn’t drinking, which was because she’d already taken her psych meds, but next time she was totally going to time it better so she could drink. I’m just cool, okay, that’s neat. 

We talk about how fun and interesting this event is, how it gives us that Traditional Skald feel, and she starts talking about how it’d be cool if we could drink out of skulls in the traditional way. How cool it’d be if they could get the antrhopologists to bring us some real skull cups to drink out of. Maybe Aztec skulls.

Meaghan has caught onto the conversation and suggests maybe replica skull goblets. I’m still trying to process this and trying to figure out a way to express that this would probably be disrespectful to the Aztecs. She misunderstands us entirely as being concerned about contracting ‘mad human disease’.

I go on a disorganized tangent about the nature of prion diseases and how the odds of contracting any sort of disease from an ancient, processed skull were virtually null. 

Meaghan informs this woman that cannibalistic rituals and medicine happen to be my special interests, at which points she asks me if I was aware that the Aztecs ate their sacrifices. Somehow, we get onto the topic of consent and cannibalism, which I have a lot of thoughts on, and believe requires a nuanced and in-depth discussion, none of which I want to have in a pub on a sunday night with half an intermission left to go. 

She decides to ask me if I’ve ever eaten people before. I have not.  Somehow, we get onto the topic of consent and cannibalism, which I have a lot of thoughts on, and believe requires a nuanced and in-depth discussion, none of which I want to have in a pub on a sunday night with half an intermission left to go. I try to correct a few misconceptions about how consenting to cannibalism necessarily involves immediate suicide, with a summary of a news story I read a while back about a young man who had his leg amputated, and decided that the sendoff he wanted for the leg was to eat it with his closest friends, and how that helped him come to terms with its loss on a spiritual level. She wasn’t interested in that. She wanted to talk about how the Aztecs made people tacos.

And then. She says the thing that blows me out of the water, and I finally realize that I do Not want to be having this conversation anymore, not just because it’s constantly shifting around and I didn’t ask for it, but because our interest in this topic is so fundamentally at odds with one another that it’s actually making me uncomfortable with the topic. 

Anyway, she says “Couldn’t we like, shoot people in war, then bring their bodies home to grill?”

I just say no. No. We can’t. I’m not going to get into the fucking layers upon layers of wrong with everything she just said, from the grotesque disinterest in human rights, from the fact that it blatantly ignores the conversation about consent we had previously, from the disrespect to culture and human dignity, from the deep-buried understanding I have, but I don’t think she has, that most of our war conflicts involve invading and colonizing brown countries, impoverishing them and uprooting their rights to self-determination, and how layering THAT with the desire to EAT them as we murder them is just. Beyond barbarous. 

But she still wants to talk about this stuff, so now the conversation turns to veganism, somehow, and whether or not humans are superior to animals. She says yes, because if we weren’t superior to animals, then we’d have to be vegan, because how do we justify killing and eating animals if we aren’t superior than them? I say no, we aren’t inherently superior to anything, we’re just other animals, and we live on a death planet where, inherently, something must die for other things to live, that is the cycle and pact we have made for the right to be alive at all (I didn’t manage to get to the part where I figure animals have just as much a right to try and eat me as I do them, but w/e.). She asks why aren’t we better if we managed to ‘end premature death’ and live longer? If we did these things, then we must be superior. And I say luck. We lucked into the mutation to be Aware and the thumbs to do something about it. Meaghan and I have a brief aside about other long-lived animals, like turtles and parrots and sea sponges.

And then this girl goes on ANOTHER weird tangent, going off about how only people who are aware of their own identities can be oppressed, because you can only be oppressed if you think you’re oppressed, and because animals don’t have a concept of identity, it’s okay to eat them, and that’s why she eats meat. And at this point I have to ask her to clarify that like three times because the way she phrased it made no goddamn sense, and I try to explain to her that that’s not a great argument to make, because she just implied that people who are not aware of their identity or oppression are basically on the same level as animals, and if animals are less than human, then those people are sub-human as well. 

She didn’t get this. 

At this point the show FINALLY starts up again, and I just turn my back to her entirely so I can focus on the story. She left not long after that, dunno if she had somewhere to go or if I upset her, but. 

Christ. What an episode. I hope to god I don’t sound like that when I talk about cannibalism. I like to think I have a little class on the subject.

[xxx-cat-xxx]

Lights and Sounds

Happy 4th of July to all my US followers! I´ve read a bunch of great Tony vs. migraine stories recently and got inspired. Featuring Peter, Happy and Pepper. Tags for lots of pain, some emeto and a tiny bit anxiety.

“Kaboom!” Peter shouts after punching Tony hard into the ribs. “You didn´t see that coming, Mr Stark, did you?”

As a matter of fact, Tony didn´t, and that is part of the problem. The aura that has been obstructing his field of vision since the morning has spread to conceal most of what´s on his left in a white haze, and Peter´s fist has caught him completely off guard. Tony groans tiredly, resisting the urge to cover his aching eyes with a boxing glove.

“Could you stop accompanying each of your actions with graphic comic book expressions, that would be marvellous.” he spits into the kid´s direction.

Peter frowns at him. “Mr Stark, are you al-” but Tony silences him with an unexpected right hook that leaves both of them reeling.

He´d worked on his repulsor upgrades till three in the morning after sending the kid off to bed in the upstate Avengers facility where they are spending the weekend. Then he´d fallen asleep at his work bench just to wake up four hours later to a stiff neck and a pounding headache.

He´d skipped breakfast in favour of a hot shower and a bunch of painkillers that did nothing except making his stomach churn angrily. He knows exaclty that the only wise thing to do would be spending the day in bed, but he´d promised Peter a round of sparring before returning him to his aunt, and Tony Stark would not let something as petty as a migraine stop him from that.

Right now, however, he isn´t so sure how long he can keep up appearances before the kid will notice. Aura and a general feeling of lightheadedness are making his steps unstable and causing him to miss more punches than he lands.

The pain behind his eyes is already blinding, and he knows that the migraine is only in its beginning stages. He wishes that it will wait with kicking in full force until the kid is back at his aunt´s and he is back at his tower, but he doubts the universe will answer his prayers.

Another of Peter´s punches hits him in the stomach, making him bend reflexively, and for a frightening moment he is fighting to keep down the nausea that´s suddenly threatening to take over. God, he shouldn´t have taught the kid so well. When he straightens up, the world is spinning around him. Tony is stubborn, but not stupid. He knows when to make an exit.

“Happy, you take over”, he commands the bodyguard who had been watching their fight stoically, “I need a coffee.”

Tony is proud that he manages to climb out of the ring without toppling over, but the thought of getting to the kitchen is quickly dismissed when the gym starts swaying around him. He all but collapses onto the bench at the side of the room. Sparing a look at the Peter, he decides that the kid is too preoccupied with beating up Happy to notice, so he rests his head in his trembling hands, blocking out the burning lights.

A few hours, he tells himself, just a few hours and then he can shut himself off from the world in his bathroom and die alone. That is, until Pepper will expect him for their date night at six. He groans. Life was so easy back when all his personal commitments seemed to consist of training Dum-E and making a monthly donation to the boy scouts. But then again, whom is he kidding? He wouldn´t go back to that kind of life for anything in the world.

As if on clue, a hand lands on his shoulder. “Mr Stark, are you okay?”, Peter gasps, out of breath and grinning from ear to ear, apparently having won the recent episode with Happy. Tony squints up at him, the light from the artificial bulbs making his synapses protest in pain.

“I´m good, kid. Jeez, you smell like a soccer team´s been trapped in a sauna for a year.” He wrinkles his nose in feigned disgust. “Go, take a shower and make yourself presentable. I promised your super-hot aunt to drop you off by noon.”

“Hey, don´t talk about her like this!” Peter boxes him playfully into the shoulder, and Tony tries not to flinch. “And I beat you today, old man!” he shouts over his shoulder before running off to the changing area.

“I let you beat me”, Tony mumbles back. He takes a deep breath before straightening up and and grabbing the wall for support until the dizziness fades away. That´s gonna be a long day.

----

Tony gets into the driver´s seat before Happy even has a chance to. He hopes that driving will give him an excuse not to talk, and he also knows that he will make the way from upstate New York to Peter´s house twice as fast as Happy.  And, deep inside, he is absolutely aware that the true reason is simply his never-ending ambition to prove himself that he is stronger than a little bit of pain. It's just a migraine, after all. He's had them before, he´s survived all fine, and worse things have happened to him anyways.

Tony is wearing sunglasses although the sky is clouded, but the light still hurts in his eyes, as does about everything in his body right now. Happy dozes off after a few minutes. In the backseat, Peter starts to watch videos on his phone, a comedian talking too loud and too fast. Tony might find it amusing on any other day, but right now the artificial laughter from the audience feels like a hammer being smashed on his head.

“Pete, can you switch off that nonsense?” he demands, trying not to let his voice tremble.

The boy just gives him a look and plugs in headphones. He is uncharacteristically quiet for some time, until he finally asks, “Mr Stark, are you angry at me because of the boxing?”

“What?” Tony is so caught by surprise that he nearly drifts to the other side of the road. “God, what are you thinking, kid?”, he huffs, “I get it I´m kinda a show-off, but I wouldn´t get angry at you just because you land a few hits on a day I got a killer migrai-”

Shit, he wasn´t supposed to say that.

“You´ve got a migraine?” Peter bends closer to the front seat, immediately lowering his voice. “That´s why you were so out of it all day! Is it really bad? Why didn´t you say anything?”

“It´s okay, kid, not a big deal. Happens sometimes.” Tony reassures, trying to smile while swallowing down nausea.

Peter stares at him intensively. “I´m  - I´m so sorry, Mr Stark, I didn´t know. Is there anything I can do?”

“Na, I´m good. Just don´t be mad if I´m not up to fancy conversations today. And keep the volume down.”

Ten minutes later, Tony is sure that driving with a migraine was one of the worst ideas he´s ever had. He´s put the sunblinds down although it rains outside, but he still finds it hard to spot the outline of the road through the haze of pain and aura clouding his eyes. Every heartbeat reverberates like thunder in his ears. His whole body is oversensitive, the bumps in the pavement making him feel like he´s back in the boxing ring taking a beating and doing nothing to calm his rising nausea. God, he didn´t even know it was possible to get carsick while driving.

The stretch of road ahead of them is typically Sunday-morning quiet, until suddenly it isn´t anymore. The car seems to come out of nowhere, and all Tony can do is pull sharply to the emergency lane while the other vehicle´s side mirror rubs over their door with a screeching noise.

“What the hell was that?” Happy half-shouts at him, now wide-awake, “You nearly hit them!”

Tony doesn´t reply, he is busy bringing the car to a standstill with trembling hands. He can feel himself hyperventilating, pain from the migraine mixing with a surge of anxiety when he realizes that he barely avoided an accident. He nearly got Happy and the kid killed. Fuck. The nausea hits him full force, and he all but falls out of the door, bracing himself against the side of the car when he heaves. There´s not much to bring up, considering that he avoided breakfast today, but the stench of liquid and bile splashing on the ground assault his nerves and dials up the pain a few more degrees.

“Just let it out, okay?” The kid has jumped out behind him, hovering at his side. He tries to pat his shoulder, but Tony flinches away. Everything hurts. Holes are being drilled into his skull, but they do nothing to relieve the pressure. Instead it is just increasing with every retch, until he is sure that his head will burst open any moment. He can't see anymore, and he catches himself wishing he would pass out, just to make the pain stop.

When he is done he keeps on panting, not daring to move and cause the nausea to spike up again. For a moment he doesn´t know where he is, dark memories and panic pulling at him with luring fingers. He desperately tries to get himself under control. A hand tugs at his jacket, hesitantly. Someone comes from the other side and pulls him up. Tony´s overly sensible nose recognizes Happy´s aftershave and he nearly gags again.

When his vision clears, Peter and Happy have deposited him in the backseat. "I´m driving now”, the bodyguard states the obvious. Tony is miles from protesting.

----

The rest of the drive is agony. The nausea returns about two seconds after he's back in the car, but he vows to keep it down until the kid is gone. Tony leans his the head against his elbow in a crook of the window. He can feel Peter giving him worried looks from the side, but there's nothing he can do about it right now. Pain is tearing him apart from inside, eating his brain and spitting it out all upside down and scrambled up. He tries to distract himself with citing equations, but he can't remember a single one. For a moment, he´s irrationally afraid that he will never be able to.

It seems to take eternities until they reach Peter´s appartment building to drop him off. Tony gives him a tired thumbs-up and a very weak fake smile from under half-closed lids. “See you tomorrow”,  he croaks, swallowing heavily and hoping that he is not overconfident of his abilitiy to recover until then.

Happy stops at the sidewalk as soon as they are out of Peter´s view, and Tony heaves up air and acid for what seems like years. He can´t muster the energy to stop his former bodyguard when he hears him calling Pepper from his mobile.

When they finally reach the tower, she is waiting downstairs. He hadn't wanted her to know, god, he'd planned on throwing down the heaviest painkillers he can find together with a good amount of booze, getting a few hours of sleep and then showing up halfway presentable to make it through their date night. He didn't want to ruin it, again. But when her blurred form gets bigger through his squinting eyes, he's just incredibly glad to see her.

“Oh, Tony”, she whispers when he stumbles out of the car and into her.

“Come on, I expected a little more enthusiastic reaction. I'm still a very handsome guy who's come all the way to meet you.” he musters, trying not to slur.

"You look terrible", she replies, cool fingers wrapping around is aching neck and pulling it forward till his head rests in the blessedly dark curve above her collarbone. "And you smell like a sewer."

Tony doesn´t care. Pepper smells like home, which is finally something that doesn't make him more nauseous, and he decides that he never wants to move again. He holds her as tight as he can without breaking her. After a while, Pepper carefully leads him inside, taking on more of his weight than he'd like to admit. He allows himself a small moan when she bends to hit the elevator button and his balance is screwed up.

“Sorry for this,” he manages when they reach the bedroom.

“It´s okay, Tony. I´d rather have you here than somewhere in outer space fighting aliens”, she grins, gently lowering him onto the mattress.

Tony is sure he´d prefer any amount of aliens to the agony he is currently in, but he doesn´t say it out aloud. Instead, he shakily removes his pants and jacket while Pepper fetches a glass of water and deposits a trash can next to the bed. He crawls under the sheets and pulls the blanket over his head before she quietly slips in next to him.

“Jus´a few hours,” he mumbles as he curls up against the familiar warmth of her body. “Date night´s still on, gotta movie planned, you can look forward to it.”

“Yeah, of course, Iron Man”, she smirks with a hint of sarcasm. But her voice is all soft when she adds, “I always do.”

[thestudyfeels]

Hello There!

Just a note: This is some real important stuff. ONLY read if you have like 10 min at hand. Otherwise, bookmark this and save it for your Sunday afternoon because this is truly about to change your life. No clickbait here, I promise.

I’ll hands down say that this is the most important thing you will read today. And if you, like most people, spend your time alternating between why does my love life suck ass and whining, “ok, but honestly, climbing Everest would be easier than tackling the mountain of homework Miss Honey assigned” then this is surely the most important thing you’ll have ever read in your life.

In fact, if you blindly stumbled upon my blog and wanted to check out what shit I write, let this article be the lucky one.

Get excited (beat your chest like King Kong, play this song and jump up and down like a bunny) because I’m about to change your life. Or not. Most of it depends upon you making the decision to. Alright, I'll get into the juicy stuff soon, Wilma. First hear me out. I’m about to drag your lazy ass out from your broom closet and out into the sun. I’ll make you feel guilty in this post. Not cuddle you or “understand that you are trying.” I won’t tell you that you’re a champ and “dreams are made of roses.” Because you’re not. At least not yet. And not to be a party pooper, but roses have thorns too. Just saying.

Instead, I'll try my hell best to make you realize that you're simply not doing enough. Caught yourself scrolling through your Insta feed when you’re supposed to be writing an essay? Aha!

In the end, I’ll try to get as brutal as brutal can possibly get, because homie? Life isn’t a joke. Stop living like it’s one.

Ok, So What’s This Bubble Anyway?

In the past 6 months, I’ve read a thousand self help books (Or was it 2500? I mean, legit, each tree in the forest had to die). All of them, yes every single one, had one thing in common that was literally being screamed right in your face. GET OUT OF THAT BUBBLE.

In the self help community, the bubble is known by different names - Ego, The Mist, Big Snooze, that old, grouchy librarian in your high school who particularly hates you for no reason. I like to call it the bubble. Bubbles are cute. Except this one.

The bubble is what locks you in a cage of fear, ignorance, negative friends, and everything else that isn’t shiny. It prevents you from seeing how awesome this world is, how powerful you are, the many opportunities that await, and how good it feels to be alive.

The sad part is that even though we are born free, a beautiful bundle of fearlessness and courage, we get trapped in this bubble as we grow older. The even sadder part of the story is that most people spend their entire lifetime in this bubble. They don’t bother with risks, don’t feel that they deserve to be loved, underestimate their potential, never see their dreams as a reality, and prevent others from doing their own damn thing.

They would rather waste their precious time whining about the horrible beans Mrs. Brown is serving in the cafeteria today.

"Why Get Out? I Like Bubbles."

Hon, if you're into bubbles, you've got stockholm syndrome, but trust me, you DO NOT want to be in it.

Don't you want to push past your limiting beliefs, knowing that everything you want to achieve is possible? Then, you’ve got to come out of the bubble. Don’t you want to let go of your fears, rise above them, and learn to commit to your goals? Then, come out of the bubble.Don't you want to shoot for the stars, become successful and leave a legacy behind? Then, GET OUT OF THE BUBBLE. I want you to create the life you want with the belief and drive that your entire life depends on it.

Because guess what? It does.

If you are still reading, it’s probably ‘cause you're realizing you're more lost than Dory was and maybe some parts of your life aren’t looking too good. Or maybe nothing’s going great. You were probably just heading out to look for free beer and this caught your eye. Well, forget the beer and listen up. Let’s get high on life here.

Everything you want is possible. And no, I’m not an astrologer saying things like “Jupiter hates Saturn. Saturn, however, has a crush on Mars. Therefore, now is the time to poop.”

Here, lemme give an example from my life.

Two years ago, I was living a crappy life. I had a bunch of very sucky friends, I was insecure about myself, seeking validation from those sucky friends again, failing at school (and life), and had self-esteem buried deeper than the Mariana Trench.

Two years later, I have two good ol’ homies for whom I can die for (and they for me) and many other friends who are freaking awesome. I am neither insecure about who I am nor do I take no shit from anyone. I’m not afraid to voice my own opinion and I’m killing it, both at school and at life. My GPA has never been higher, and neither has my self-satisfaction level.

So what changed? I still have the same body, the same bad eyesight (lmao) and the same obsession with One Direction. What changed was my perception about myself and what I can achieve.

But how did it change? I’m going to be that author and say, GET OUT OF THE BUBBLE. It's the evil bubble that's doing sneaky shit. It’s what convinces you that what you dream is impossible and you should choose something “sensible”. Basically, society’s opinion in one sentence. Not yours.

Now I ask you. Is this the life you want to live? Ordinary and boring? Doing what your parents want, what society wants, not what you want? Why should society’s opinion matter? Are your fears more important than what you basically breathe, your dream? In the words of John A. Shedd, “A ship in harbor is safe, but that isn't what ships are built for. They have to face the stormy seas.” In the same way, even though you might have to overcome thousands of struggles and doubts on the way to your dream life, you can’t simply give up and be like “Screw that. I’m okay with this babysitting job. I mean babies puking isn’t even that bad. C’mon.” Every human is meant for greatness. It’s honestly time people realize that. Burst out of the bubble already.

Popping The Bubble

So when do people wake up? It’s only when people find themselves in a near-death experience that they wake up transformed, realizing how every moment is valuable, and every day a chance to pursue their passions. They wonder how they could have led such a shit-ass life a week back and take action asap. This is because it’s only in these events that we realise, humans are mortal, and it’s a blessing to be alive.

Annnnd plot twist. Even then, society’s all like, Wtf Shane, are you really going to quit this really comfortable job to start a bakery? What about that bone chilling debt you are in? What about your two children?? Do you even know wtf you’re doing???

Like hello?! Of course Shane knows that! But he would rather live his dream life than die with you whining about the mushy beans at his funeral.

Fortunately, you don’t have to have a near-death experience to flip the tables. It’s all about making the decision to change. Getting out of the bubble is truly all a mental battle. You're either in it, or not, there's no halfway. Once you choose to make a difference in your life, there's no going back.

And as scary and maybe crazy this might sound, trust me when I say this - It is nowhere as bad as you waking up one fine day, realizing that you wasted years upon years, and still haven’t created a life meaningful to you. The regret will crush you. That, not the struggle for success, will break your heart, but then it’ll be too late. Too late to live your dream life, find true love, meet new people, and leave your mark.

Heck, you'll even feel guilty for 'forgetting' to water the plants, mate. I guess you 'forgot' to live your life too.

The only way of popping the bubble is by killing your past, confining beliefs. By truly believing in your dreams and the fact that they will be a reality one day. When we were kids, our innocent minds believed everything. What, a fat, red (possibly a tomato) man is going to drop down the chimney, eat up my Oreo cookies and leave gifts because I've been nice? Why shouldn’t he? That is how I want you to believe in your dreams now. No matter how crazy they are, just believe in them. Don't lose that conviction, don't listen to others. Blind faith, give me that.

Because you see, so many people today end up regretting their lives. They don’t live it when they have the chance, and in the end, they realize that Shane was right. Now he has a multi-million dollar bakery business and they're stuck at the same high school as the janitor.

[ I’ll tell you how to slay every single thing that comes your way in another post (don’t throw those tomatoes at me, lmao) but for now I want you to simply have faith in yourself. It's been known to move mountains. ]

The End Card

So what’s limiting you? Your lame friends? Leave them. Your stupid fears? Forget them. Your doubts? Drop them. Your life awaits, my darling. Make the choice to live it.

Finally! If you’re ready, here, take this pin (I used it to puncture society’s ego) and burst that bubble. Don't let that pin give this crazy adventure called life a flat tire.

Hopefully, this changed your life. I would like to end with a warning - The worst mistake a person can make is by delaying the good stuff. These are the people who end up with the most regrets. They say they’ll workout when they get done with this big project. They will change their lives radically when they have time, love more and become a better human tomorrow. That’s bullshit in its purest form. You’ll find them making the same excuses the next day.

Point is, time waits for no one. It’s flying by. Your life is happening right now. Tomorrow will be no different. So take action now. Sooner or later, you’ll find yourself as a 50 year old grandma, regretting the opportunities you missed out on, if you don’t give your all today. Is there something you’ve been wanting to do since Ice Age? Start on it today. Now is the time. One last thing. At the end of your life, the only person you’ll be accountable to you will be you. So be sure, be very goddamn sure, to live true to yourself.

I’ll be here cheering for you the loudest.

want to read more? view the other masterposts in the series “get your shit together, you are here to conquer.” :-

general tips for getting your shit together

loving yourself and letting go of negativity

understanding the meaning of your life

taking control of your life: a 3 part series (click here to view)

Well, it’s a wrap! I post new articles every week (the schedule’s up on my blog’s front page) so you can follow me if you are interested in killing the game & conquering life bc I’ll do my best to help you in the tough yet amazing journey called life.

If you want to go thru my blog, I would rec picking your choice of post from my masterpost list! Or, if you want to read something insightful on your cozy Sunday afternoon while chilling under ‘em blankets, I would rec reading one of my interviews. Feeling spoilt for choices? Here’s another! If you want to implement the ideas I share in my masterposts by taking action - take on one of my challenges! + you can also request a blog post! For that, leave your question in my ask box!

I hope you are well, stay strong and conquer life, you conqueror.

- nandini (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

[grapefruitguan-blog]

Hellevator (SCB)

There were many things that you had been looking forward to this week. For starters, you were going to watch the new movie that just came out with your friends later tonight. You had a whole season of TV shows to binge watch. You even had plans to go on a date with Kim Jisung, a cute boy in one of your classes.

So yes, you had many obligations this week, but getting hit by a car wasn’t one of them.

You swore it wasn’t your fault. After all, the pedestrian sign was on, and that meant you were allowed to walk across the busy street. The red light flashed, signalling for all cars to halt. Besides; you weren’t expecting a drunk driver to slam into you out of nowhere.

It came out of nowhere. The impact was blunt, and as you collapsed on the crosswalk, people shrieked at the sight of blood pooling around your body.  

“She’s going to bleed to death!” a woman cried out in hysterics.

“Somebody call 911! This girl’s about to die!”

You laid on the ground, slowly losing conscious as the ambulance sirens and the loud noises all around you slowly mixed together into one haze.

Was this really the end of your life? Already?

With that last thought, you lost all consciousness, officially pronounced as dead.

You definitely didn’t see the “light” that’s always described in movies and books. In fact, you were disappointed when you woke up, and found yourself in an extremely crowded line. Though you were confused at first, context clues helped you realize that you were inside of a hotel.

Dark bronze gilded every corner of the room, and chandeliers hung from every ceiling. Candles were lit all across the room, emitting an orange glow throughout the building. The glass doors were spotless as bell hoppers and maids scrambled to get them cleaned. With a blood red carpet at your feet and the sparkling of the lights all around you, it was hard not to be convinced that you were in a first-class hotel. Taking in your surroundings, you noticed the front desk managers bustling back and forth, and workers trying to negotiate with customers.

“I don’t belong here!” you heard a man insist, “I went to church every Sunday!”

“Sir,” you saw the lady sigh, “we apologize. After a church got caught on fire, Heaven has been overbooked, and it’s at its maximum capacity right now. We just ask of you to wait here a little longer until they reopen their gates.”

“Are you kidding?” another retorted, “I don’t deserve to go to Hell!”

“Sir, we apologize for the inconvenience, but all souls must wait here until they are sent up to Heaven due to an overbooking.”

“And how long will that be?”

“We don’t know.”

It finally clicked to you that only people who have seen the “light” went to Heaven.

You were currently in Hell.

More complaints and groans now broke out among the people around you, the chaos escalating by the second. You finally make it to the front of the line, meeting with a disgruntled worker about your age.

“Hello,” she sighed, “and welcome.”

Her once-perfect bun was now out of place, bags prominent under her eyes, and her face scrunched up with the stress from previous customers. Like all the other workers, she wore a white long sleeved button down with a dark red vest and black slacks.

“Hey there,” you started, “first, I’m not really concerned about the whole overbooking thing.”

The girl leaned back in her chair, sighing with relief.

“Thank God! If that’s the case, what can I do for you today?”

“I’m not really familiar with how this whole death process works..could you maybe help a poor soul out?”

“Oh, right!” the girl exclaimed, now rapidly typing on her computer. “Would you mind telling me your first and last name?”

“(Y/N) (L/N).”

“Okay,” the girl nodded.

“Yikes, a car crash? You’re one of the lucky ones, at least you kept all your limbs.”

“Thanks.”

The girl printed out a few sheets of paper, sliding them to you as she explained your situation.

“So, contrary to the popular belief, Hell isn’t for people who committed real crimes. Though those people do come here, we’re technically the gatekeepers of the afterlife,” she said, pointing at your name. “Everyone, good or bad, has to go through the Hotel. People come here and when we look up your name, it’ll tell us if you’re to be sent to Heaven or to stay in Hell. Usually, this process is super quick, but as you heard, we have a huge overbooking.”

“But, your case is kind of weird,” she said, scrunching her nose, “there’s a box for where it’s written on where you’re to be sent, but yours was left blank.”

“What?”

“I know,” she frowned, “if you don’t mind, I’m going to call my manager over. It looks like a weird computer glitch. Give me a moment, okay?”

A moment later, she came back with an man, wearing a uniform identical to hers.

“(Y/N), right?” he asked, scanning the computer.

“That’s me.”

“We’re going to have to send you to the higher officials, because this seems to be a special case. I really am sorry,” he apologized, “This never really happens.”

“No, it’s fine,” you laughed, “it’s not your fault.”

Thankful that you weren’t like the previous customers who complained, the man asked you to follow him into one of the back rooms, weaving through multiple hallways. Through all the identical doors, he finally stopped, and knocked.

“Hello, this is Woojin. The customer’s here.”

“Come in.”

As the doors opened, there was a middle-aged man lounging in his black leather chair, and sat straight when he saw you walk into the room.

“So, this is the girl?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting.”

He motioned for you to take a seat, as Woojin from earlier continued to stand, and slid your papers over to him.

“As you can see, there was no place for her that was pre-arranged.”

“We haven’t had someone like that for a while,” he hummed, “Quite peculiar, if you ask me.”

“Sorry, I hate to be rude, but who are you exactly?” you asked, “I’m still new to this whole ‘Hell is a Hotel’ sort of thing.”

The man chuckled before stretching out a hand to you. “That’s my fault, so no need to worry. Hello, (Y/N), my name is Jinyoung, but all the staff calls me JYP.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“JYP is the owner of the Hotel, and is in charge of any interesting cases like yours,” explained Woojin, “He’s the current ruler of Hell. You probably knew him as Satan if you ever read the Bible.”

Nodding, familiar with the story, JYP groaned.

“Woojin, son, we’ve been over this. I didn’t really turn into a snake, and Eve actually didn’t eat my apples.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“Anyways (Y/N),” JYP continued, “Based off of your papers, I can verify that you weren’t given a place to go, because your death wasn’t planned. In fact, it was out of the ordinary. And checking your current report,” he said, scanning through, “You aren’t half bad. It seems like you could still live a little before returning.”

“So, I’m going to give you an option. Do you want to live still?”

“Yes,” you answered without any hesitation.

“Then, I’ll grant you that.”

He walked over to the bookshelf, motioning for you to get up. As you followed him, he pulled one of the books downwards, and the shelf fell forward. Behind it led an entrance to a hallway.

“You can do anything down here,” he said, laughing at your priceless reaction, “come along.”

He led you down another staircase, and you felt the temperature drastically turn cold, and the air turned damp. Staring up, you realized how far down you now were, and the Hotel felt as if it was just a dream.

It got even darker as you continued down, and JYP, who was walking in front of you the whole time, finally came to a halt.

“(Y/N), you’ve made it this far without backing out, so before I proceed, are you sure you want to continue?”

“Yes.”

He smiled approvingly. “Good.”

“Changbin, you can come out now.”

“I’ve been here.”

The new voice took you by surprise as a teen walked out of the darkness. With pale, fair skin, and hair the color of ink, he wore ripped black jeans and a plain white tee shirt. His sunken eyes stared back at you, almost peculiar of what you were doing here.

“Who’s this?”

“Changbin, (Y/N), shake hands,” JYP grinned, “I’ve given (Y/N) the chance to go back to living, and I decided that you’re going along with her.”

“(Y/N).”

“Seo Changbin.”

You two exchanged a firm handshake, and JYP continued on.

“(Y/N), have you ever heard of Lucifer from the Bible?”

You nodded. Lucifer used to be one of God’s angels, but later fell to Hell with others, becoming the first demons.

“Well, the Bible was wrong,” JYP chuckled, “Changbin here was actually Lucifer. John the Baptist just didn’t like his name, so he changed it instead.”

“Wait, isn’t Lucifer supposed to be Satan? That’s what the Bible said.”

Changbin rolled his eyes. “That’s also where the priest guy messed up. We aren’t the same person, JYP’s my dad.”

“He got confused,” explained JYP, “so when his soul was sent to the lobby, Changbin definitely made sure he knew who was who.”

“Anyways, enough introductions!” JYP said, clapping his hands, “because (Y/N) said that she indeed does want to live, I’ve decided that you should go along with her, Changbin. You might as well see what the outside world is like.”

“And to do so, you two will have to go through the Hellevator.”

“After negotiating with my old buddy Gabriel in Heaven, we have both agreed to allow some hotel visitors go back to living if we deem them as applicable. The Hellevator is a simple process: you’ll be put in a virtual hotel and you need to get to the top floor together in order to go back to living.”

“And if we don’t?”

“Well..you’ll see.”

He led the two of you towards another door, revealing a portal.

“Once you step inside, you’ll be in the Hellevator. When you’ve reached the top floor, ring the bell.”

“So, (Y/N),” JYP spun around, “Are you still up for it?”

Changbin looked at you curiously, not knowing what you’d answer with.

“Yes,” you firmly answered.

“Very well.”

As the two of you walked through the door, you heard it shut, with JYP’s last words.

“The best of luck to you two, and welcome to the Hellevator.”

[FLOOR ONE]

It has officially been two days since you and Changbin have been stuck inside of the Hellevator, and nothing seems to be working.

You realized that the Hellevator was essentially another replica of the Hotel, but there was nobody else inside, and there were no exits. Right after JYP left you and Changbin to defend for yourselves, you realize three things.

First, the only way to get out was to make it to the top floor. Second, there weren’t even any staircase exits. The only transportation you had was an elevator, but as of now, you could only click the button to go to “Floor One,” and that didn’t help you at all. There were key holes that showed that if you found the keys, you’d be able to activate buttons for the other floors. Third, there had to be clues somewhere that could help you get out of here.

"The Hellevator is not something to be taken lightly, (Y/N)," Changbin said, pacing.

"What do you mean? We just have to beat his stupid puzzles, keep clicking buttons, and get out of here."

"My dad wouldn't let us go alive, unless it was impossible to do so."

"So you're saying I'm stuck with you until we somehow reach the 13th floor?"

"Something like that."

The two of you managed to continue searching the floor for clues. The walls were bare, and there were no ornaments or decorations in sight. Frustrated, Changbin walked around as he let out an open thought.

“Why the hell would he set us in a place with nothing to be found?”

He kicked the wall, leaving a small hole as he let out a curse of string words.

“Wait, I think I now have an idea.”

He turned around to see you now rapidly pulling at the carpet.

“(Y/N), what the hell are you doing?”

“You asked why he’d set us in a place with nothing to be found, right?” you said, finally managing to rip off pieces of the carpet, “that got me thinking; maybe we were just not looking for it in the right places.”

As Changbin helped you lift the carpet off, you spotted a gleam of gold peeking out from underneath one of the floorboards.

“Bingo.”

You picked up the mini key, sprinting over to the elevator, and set the key into its rightful place. Whirring, it disappeared, leaving you with a button labeled “Floor Two.”

“Hell yeah.”

Changbin pressed the button, and the elevator doors closed, leaving you two to jet up into the unknown, while listening to some jazz elevator music.

[FLOOR TWO]

This floor was different. As soon as you stepped out of the elevator, you almost gagged.

“What’s that smell?” you asked.

“I swear, even the Medieval Times smelled better than this,” said Changbin, pinching his nose.

There was nothing that could describe what you were inhaling; it was as if JYP decided to mix moldy socks, rotten eggs, curdled milk, and old meat all together. Needless to say, it was rancid. You would never understand his reasoning for this, and figured it was just a prank.

“Anyways, let’s just try to find the key,” you said, almost choking as the smell intensified.

“Do you think he’d put the key wherever it smelled the worst?”

“Knowing my dad, that’d be way too easy.”

The two of you continued searching the floor, not gaining any success, until Changbin found a small note underneath one of the floor tiles.

“I swear!” he yelled, “The old man go jump off a cliff.”

“What’d he do?”

Furious, Changbin thrusted the note into your hands.

“Changbinnie, now you know how I feel whenever you didn’t clean your room,” you read.

“Changbinnie? For a boy that’s always trying to act so badass, that’s a cute nickname.”

“Go to hell.”

“I already did, remember?”

You continued to keep looking for any hints, until Changbin finally sat down.

“This is so useless,” he groaned, “and of course, he has to use that stupid nickname.”

“Why’d he even start calling you that?”

“When I was little, I got stuck in a bin, and I started crying because I thought I’d never be able to get out,” he said, rolling his eyes, “I mean, come on, Changbin-”

He stopped himself midway.

“Hello, Changbin? You good?” you waved your hands in front of his face.

“No, I’m fine,” he said, shaking his head, “call me crazy, but I think his note was the legitimate clue.”

He got up, turning a corner and hollered as he came running back with a trash bin.

“Changbinnie,” he said, once over again, “my dad meant the trash can.”

“Genius. Now, let’s get out of here.”

Palming the key in his hands, the two of you didn’t hesitate to run inside of the elevator, and click the new “Floor 3” button.

[FLOOR 13]

After long trials of discovering JYP’s sudoku, riddles, and even running away from a pig, you finally have made it to the top floor.

But; you aren’t alone.

You and Changbin walked out of the elevator, holding hands.

After the 6th floor, you and Changbin were waiting in the elevator to move up to the 7th. Out of nowhere, Changbin hits you out of the blue with a confession.

“I like you.”

Not paying attention, you nodded half-asleep, until registering what he just said.

“Wait, what?!”

Changbin turned tomato red and a blubbering mess.

“N-No stop you didn’t hear anything, go back to sleep.”

“Seo Changbin, my ears tell me you said you liked me, so don’t take it back if you’re scared that I don’t like you back, loser.”

You kissed him on the cheek, soon having blush blossom all over your face.

“I thought you were cute since your dad introduced you to me.”

“We’re finally here,” breathed Changbin, squeezing your hand, “you did it.”

“No, Binnie, WE made it.”

“(Y/N), please never call me that again.”

“But who’s the one who figured out how to play the checkers game on floor 9?”

“...shut up.”

Now a routine, the two of you went to start searching for clues, but found yourself interrupted by someone clapping their hands.

“Well, if it isn’t (Y/N),” the voice said, bitterly. Instantly recognizing the speaker, you whipped around.

“...Jisung?”

It was the kid from your class; the one who had a date scheduled with until you died. He was standing in front of you, the same way he was when he asked you to go to karaoke that night.

“So, it seems like you actually aren’t dead,” he mused.

“Jisung, what are you doing here? This is a virtual reality. And isn’t this only for the dead?”

He chuckled. “Oh, (Y/N). You’re so innocent, sweet, and stupid. Did you think I really wanted to be with you?”

“Hey (Y/N), I think I found some-” Changbin said, walking in and stopping. “You.”

“Hello, Changbin,” smiled Jisung, “it’s been a while.”

Within seconds, the boys had eachother by their shirts, and the tension could have been cut by a knife.

“(Y/N), how do you know Beelzebub?”

“...You mean Jisung? We had a date that day I died.”

“Yeah, (Y/N), I was that driver who hit you,” Jisung shrugged, “my bad.”

“Fuck you,” growled Changbin, “why do you always feel like you can do whatever you want with peoples’ lives?”

“Because I can, Changbin,” retorted Jisung, shoving him aside, “Now, (Y/N), would you like to continue where we started off?

“No.”

“No? What do you me-”

He was cut off when you smacked him across the face, his eyes turning blood red as he clutched his cheek.

“You little bitch, you’re going to pay for this.”

He grabbed you by the neck, barely giving you enough room to breathe. As soon as you almost saw stars, you felt his hold on you loosen. Seeing this as an opportunity to fight back, you bit his hand. Jisung yelps in pain as you scramble away from him, desperate for some weapons.

“You think you’re getting away with that? This time, I’m really going to kill you.”

“I don’t think so, fucker.”

Changbin came out of nowhere, and knocked Jisung out from above, kicking him square in the head. Jisung fell forward and unconscious, and didn’t get up afterwards.

Changbin helped you drag his body towards the elevator, pressing for “Floor One,” and removing any other floor buttons. That way, he would be stuck in the Hellevator forever.

“So, how’d you know that prick?”

“For some reason, I thought he was cute.”

“How can you think someone like that is cute? Are you kidding, (Y/N)? God, Beelzebub is just-”

You cut him off with a kiss, taking him by surprise. You’ve kissed each other on the cheek here and there, but this was the first time you actually kissed him.

“What was that for?”

“Sometimes you need to shut up, but actions speak louder than words.”

Changbin then tilted his head, pressing his lips against yours.

“I’ll take that as an answer.”

A bell suddenly appeared in front of you two, which you both eagerly rung together. As soon as the bell rang and echoed throughout all 13 floors, you found the portal that you first walked in on the first floor reopening.

“Congratulations, (Y/N)!” beamed JYP, who was waiting at the other end, “I knew you had it in you.”

Eyeing the two of you holding hands, he smirked. “I knew you two were going to be a thing. Gabriel owes me ten dollars now.”

“Dad, did you really bet on us?”

“How can I not? Binnie, you’re growing up so fast! And good job with kicking Beelzebub in there, the kid was annoying and I didn’t know how to fire him.”

“Dad, please stop.”

You laughed as you saw the two men bicker, now getting the attention towards you.

“So, (Y/N),” JYP stated, “Because you’ve cleared the Hellevator, I’m writing you off as alive on your papers. After all, you have a life to continue living.”

Another portal reopened, in which he motions for you to step through.

“Once you step through this, you will be alive again. Anything regarding the car accident won’t have happened, and hey,” he smiled, “you can still go watch that movie with your friends.”

You saw Changbin looking at the floor and not facing you.

“Changbin.”

He was quiet, knowing that if you went through that portal, you were no longer going to remember him, or have any recollection of what happened until you died once again, but this time; naturally.

“Wait for me, okay?” he whispered, cupping your face, “I won’t ever forget you.”

“Me neither.”

You took one last look at him as you stepped through the portal, him and JYP giving you one last wave.

“Goodbye, daughter-in-law! See you soon.”

The next time you woke up, you found yourself in bed. The birds were singing the same way they were the day you died, your alarm beeped the same way it always did. You were no longer the “girl who died,” but you stayed as “the girl who’s still living.”

Things were back to normal.

You sat around your house, trying to find things to do to make time pass until you were to meet your friends in six hours. As you were watching the TV, you were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

“Hold on, I’ll be right there!”

As you opened the door, you burst out into tears, jumping on the person outside.

It was Seo Changbin, Lucifer, the son of Satan, in all of his glory. He was back to his ripped black jeans and white shirt, the same way he was when you had first fallen in love with him.

“Hey, I thought you forgot about me,” he laughed, “or weren’t you supposed to?”

“Stupid, how could I have forgotten you?”

“Well, I was all ready to try to woo you or something,” he sighed, pulling something from behind his back, “See? I even brought these roses!”

“Changbin, you do know that nobody says ‘woo’ anymore, right?”

“Shut up and just enjoy the flowers.”

You two went to your couch, where you ordered Chinese takeout while watching movies from the 1990s, and you suddenly spoke up.

“I know you and I hate cheesy things, but I really now really say that I love you. And I mean it. It’s not something to throw around, but I feel like I can say it to you and mean it.”

He tore his eyes off the screen.

“To the moon and back, (Y/N),” Changbin grinned, stealing another kiss.

“And from Hell and back.”

[brendzybee]

“Cramps” Lim Changkyun word count : 1,548                                                     ~oOo~       It’s a typical Monday morning and you just badly want to die already or just let the bed eat you alive.  Which or which doesn’t really matter already. You were doing just fine the whole weekend but not after Sunday night. ‘Fortunately’ you got your monthly visit, and your visitor is not the nicest bitch of all. It chooses to be a bipolar bitch most of the time, sometimes it’s okay, most of the it’s not. Unluckily today might be one of those days. You woke up feeling so tired and heavy and sleepy and whatever. Instead of getting up right away you decided to snuggle in bed a little more. Contemplating whether to go to school or not. But guess what? You don’t have a choice, since you have a prefinal test in your favorite subject, also known as the subject that you will soon be failing? You groan in your bed when you heard your phone buzzing, yeah, aside from your noisy alarm clocks you have another alarm clock. A human one, a grumpy human one. “If you’re not yet done in 20, I’m leaving you.” Changkyun ‘Greeting sweetly’. “Well, Good morning to you too love, I-” you were about to another sarcastic comment, you heard him sighed and hung-up without even hearing you out. This thing no longer hurt you, its been a while and you’re somewhat getting used to it.

           Well Changkyun was your childhood sweetheart and you were his childhood nightmare. Ever since you were kids you already claimed him and asked his parents you will both marry each other someday.  Fortunately in your side both parents are so fond of you and supported you all the way. They treated you like their daughter and unfortunately for Changkyun’s side coz his parents are on your side as well. PS. Both of your parents are best of friends. You don’t have any idea why Changkyun dislikes you a lot but you don’t care as well, because you strongly believe that he will soon fall for you or he has fallen for you but doesn’t realized it yet. You were awaken in your daydream when your last alarm, also known as your brother went on screaming “get up”. You forcefully convince yourself to get up and wash up and so on with your daily routine. You didn’t bother wearing make-up, Changkyun won’t notice anyway, especially now that you are late.  He will be a mad dog barking at you when you see each other for sure. You giggled thinking about it. Before going down you made sure you take pain relievers with you in case your bad bitch attacks you, but honestly you wish to just stay in bed. Changkyun was already leaning on his car on the driveway, as usual he looked annoyed, constantly checking his watch for the time. “If you’re planning to ditch your first class, don’t drag me with you.” He snapped as he get in the driver’s seat without even opening the door for you. “Well, Thank you again Mr. Gentleman.” You snapped back getting into your seat, you were about to put on your seatbelt but decided not to and acted busy tinkering your bag. Changkyun noticed it after he has started the engine. He just stared at you annoyingly, shaking his head. “Put that on, coz I’m not doing it for you.” He stated firmly, you just smiled at him teasingly showing him the time on your phone, “Well, I can wait till 9am, I don’t have class at 8 anyway.” You lied but soon smiled widely when he hissed but leans in to do your seatbelt. Your heart flutters having him this close to you and yes, he smells so damn nice, so sexy, and so boyish. You are fighting so hard not to kiss his cheek, not wanting to gain another snap from him you decided not to and just settled in staring at his very handsome side profile. You smiled in contentment after he has done your seatbelt, you saw him rolling his eyes and you just giggled. You find it really cute or you just really like him a lot. “Are you always this pale?” He asked without giving you a look. “Are you checking me out now? Are you going to fall for me already?” You asked him teasingly while poking his dimple. “I don’t remember saying that.” He replied and you decided not to rub it, you will just hurt yourself. You just went on getting on your make up kit and started putting on your daily make up routine , just moisturizer , primer, bb cream , eyebrows, eye and lip tint, simple as 1 2 3 and you’re good to go.  

                    The day wasn’t really nice for you, your classmates has been amazingly irritating for unknown reason. Your teacher has been really demanding too for finals is just in few days. And this teacher of yours decided to just slack around and had a film viewing in the Audio Visual Room, on the usual days you like it there, but today you don’t. It’s so cold and it was somewhat one of the reason why you started feeling pain in your lower abdomen. You went out and took your pain reliever and decided not to go back to the AVR since it won’t help your condition.  You went back to your empty classroom and curl on your desk, you hate it when you have your period. Pains like this would make you really emotional, thinking about having pain on an empty room with no friends to be there with you. Tears started rolling down your cheeks while trying your best to just fall asleep for a while hoping the pain will be gone when you wake up. 

              Your class usually ends at 3pm while Changkyun ends at 4pm, It’s already 4:20 and still you’re nowhere to be found near the parking lot and it’s starting to annoy Changkyun. He saw some of your classmates around the campus already but still no sight of you. He started calling you but you are not answering, you were always late but not too late or you always text or call him for your reason or to ask him to wait some more. Out of annoyance he went in and start the engine part of him wanted to just leave and go home on his own already but remembering how pale you were this morning, he started feeling slightly worried. He got out and run to your classroom, it was dark and empty he was about to look somewhere else when he noticed your figure in the far corner with that he entered the room and approached you. Guilt wash over him when he saw your face, you were sweating really hard, curling in your desk, eyes firmly closed. Pain is really evident in your face, tears started streaming down your cheeks again when you felt him caress your face, wiping the sweat on your forehead. “husshh~, don’t cry , I’m here.” You heard him whisper while patting your shoulder. You can’t help but just sob silently, it feels like relieve of having someone after battling pain on your own. You were always like this, you cry a lot when you’re not feeling well. You always miss your mom whenever you’re sick or not feeling well. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting, I thought it will be gone after a nap. I was about to tex-” You reasoned out but Changkyun just hush you and continue patting your shoulder and rubbing your back. He doesn’t really know what to do on situation like this, but to your relieve he was doing more than fine, you felt sleepy again after too much crying and started drifting to sleep.   6:50pm you woke up feeling a little better and you were surprised to wake up and realized your head on Changkyun’s chest, you can feel the slow rising and falling of his chest and his slow breathing as well,  his arm is slightly wrap on your shoulder while his other hand is holding your hand, fingers intertwined together. You swear you can cry out of joy again, it was the best feelings. You stayed there starring at his sleeping face. It’s like simply staring at someone and thinking how much you really like and adore him , even if he is not doing anything , even if he is sometimes mean to you. But this is Changkyun, caring gestures from him such as this makes you believe that there is still a hope for you. You giggled imagining how will it be like being kissed by him, willingly kissed by him. “I think you’re feeling okay now since you’re staring too much already.” You were awaken in your daydream when you heard him speak, you just pouted and wrap your arms around his waist. “I’m still sick and in pain, so don’t be mean to me.” You stated snuggling at him, you saw how surprised his expression was. This is your chance to flirt with him physically, thanks to your cramps, now you somewhat wish you have them more when he is around. Your monthly visitor wasn’t a total bitch this time, you think.                                                              ~oOo~ A/N: Okay its my first time writing ohohoho <3 Let me hear from you guys. <3 i wrote another one ahahah  http://brendzybee.tumblr.com/post/165726451236/10pm

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 259: Jakku General Hospital

Previously on BnHA: We chilled with Hawks and Twice, who filled us in on the various different facets of Pliff’s plan to fuck over the world. For starters there are like a dozen new bad guys who are each heading different Pliff regiments, just in case anyone forgot that this is a literal army we’re dealing with here. Hawks also reminded us of the fact that Twice can clone basically any one of the bad guys as many times as he wants now, so that’s a nicely terrifying thought to sit and mull over. We learned that once Tomura is done powering up, the villains intend to attack all over the country simultaneously and basically destroy society as we know it. Oh and also kill all the heroes of course. But I think we already knew that. Anyway, so the one bright side in all of this is that Twice naively let it slip to Hawks where Tomura was currently undergoing his Frankenstein procedure. And so the chapter ended with basically all of the heroes in Japan launching a surprise attack in the mountains of Kyoto, while the kids waited on standby to help with the evacuations. And I know that doesn’t sound very safe, but... well... shit.

Today on BnHA: A quiet morning in the Kyoto suburb of Jakku. All is peaceful -- or so it seems. Little does the elderly CEO of Jakku General Hospital (a stand-up citizen, philanthropist, and caretaker of orphans all across the country) know that lying in wait just outside his doors is a group of wicked and immoral HEROES ready to -- okay lol you know what, I can’t. Not sure what I was really going for there anyway. So! Meanwhile in the woods outside the ol’ villain hotel, a second group of heroes led by Edgeshot and featuring several child heroes in training, including KAMINARI WHO WAS LITERALLY JUST BORN YESTERDAY AND SHOULD BE AT HOME IN HIS NURSERY WATCHING PAW PATROL AND NOT OUT HERE IN THE WOODS WHERE HE IS IN TERRIBLE DANGER, is gathered and ready to attack the League’s main forces. So things kick off with Death Arms apprehending the traitorous Slidin’ Go, while elsewhere the heroes bust into Jakku General Hospital to capture Ujiko. Show of hands, who here thinks this is going to go smoothly? ...Yep. Yeah. That’s what I thought.

okay guys, before we get started I’m gonna answer a couple of relevant asks from last week. first:

I’m almost hesitant to talk about this, because I’m paranoid that Viz and co. could pounce on these sites again at any moment, and so I feel like this sort of thing is better left to private messages and discord servers. but I guess one little mention of it won’t hurt. so the site currently doing the scanlations is readheroacademia.com, which has been around for a while. and there are several other sites which also host the new chapters and have all of the old chapters archived as well. kissmanga is a big one which I know a lot of people use, but my personal favorite is readmha.com (idk, I just feel like its layout is... cleaner? if that makes any sense)

also do keep in mind that all of these sites are pretty ad-heavy, so I wouldn’t recommend visiting without a good adblocker at the ready (I generally use Chrome on both desktop and mobile, and have uBlock Origin and Disable HTML5 Autoplay enabled on my desktop browser). that being said, I’ve never had any issues myself

good question! I was actually thinking about doing a weekly follow-up post on Sundays after the official Viz translation comes out, but obviously I did not end up doing that last week lol. so now I’m thinking it might be easier for me to just post any subsequent thoughts/remarks in the following week’s chapter recap, since I’m already committed to doing those anyway and so it makes it harder to flake out

so that said, my one follow-up thought about chapter 258 is that the fan scanlation seems to have mistranslated that whole “AFO’s resurgence” part. in Viz’s version Hawks was instead saying that the PLF’s plans would “throw the world into chaos and enthrone Shigaraki atop the rubble.” and he then referred to Tomura as the second coming of All for One. sooooo, pretty much exactly the opposite of the other translation lol. this is a big blow to my continued effort to search for evidence that AFO is gonna come back and be the final villain, but I am still not deterred. we will continue to fight on until AFO either actually dies, or does come back like I keep predicting he will! please try to work with me a little better here, AFO

one other thing, instead of “New World Movement”, Viz used the same “Vanguard Action” regiment name that was used during the forest training camp arc. Caleb said that the wording (“kaibyaku koudou”) was exactly the same. so I’ll be using that too moving forward. I guess that means that Pliff is still on the menu though, pity

anyway so let’s get started now

so it’s a house... no, holy shit, wait, it’s the house!

THE NEW TODOROKI HOUSE OH MY GOD. ahhhhh lol what the fuck is this. Todofeels coming up to slap me in the face out of nowhere?! here I thought we were gonna just dive right into the Shigaraki raid and the resulting carnage

I’m... not really sure how I feel about this? like, right now I’m not trusting anything Horikoshi does lol. “quiet beginnings” you say? this is just a sneaky new way to bring me more pain. isn’t it

(ETA: I guess “quiet beginnings” also summarizes the other activities of this chapter pretty well. also is that Natsuo’s girlfriend??! at first I thought it was Rei, but those look like quirk-related ears? so Natsu then really is living his best college life huh.)

oh hey everyone it’s a brand new character!

(ETA: wait, is he actually quirkless? or is that just another LIE. you big LIAR.)

I’m so curious what the kanji is for this latest name. can’t wait for Caleb to enlighten us. I wonder if it’s “shi” as in “death”, just like with Tomura/AFO’s name. and no idea at all what “Maruta” means. basically I just want to know if there’s some pun or something, since yet again he’s obviously using a fake alias here

(ETA: so someone informed me in an anon ask that this is a reference to Unit 731, which was a Japanese unit that undertook lethal human experimentation during WWII. basically the people who conducted the experiments referred to their human subjects as “logs” to dehumanize them. and the Japanese word for log is, you guessed it, maruta. so that’s an extremely powerful and disturbing association for this name, and it’s obvious now why Horikoshi went with it.

that said, the anon said that some people were really upset by this name choice, and while I guess I can understand that, I also think that’s kind of the point, though? like, it’s supposed to be horrifying. anyone with a human conscience and any kind of empathy whatsoever should be horrified. and atrocities like that shouldn’t be forgotten, and I actually think that for someone born and raised and living in Japan like Horikoshi to be making a reference to this is fairly ballsy. because my understanding is that, like a lot of Japan’s other war crimes, it was more or less hushed up by the government afterwards, and isn’t really taught in schools or mentioned in history textbooks other than in passing. so while I can understand people maybe finding it disrespectful, I don’t think it was meant as such. it seems to me that if anything, Horikoshi wants people to look into it and be educated about it. and again, obviously he’s associating it here with easily the most reprehensible and morally sickening character in the entire series, which is fitting I think. anyway so those are my thoughts on that.)

anyway, guess what guys? looks like we’ve got ourselves another Star Wars reference! let’s just hope this particular Jakku doesn’t wind up as wrecked as its namesake when all’s said and done. it’s gonna be a loooooong day

you guys. Maruta is such a nice guy

he’s a philanthropist! and he runs orphanages all over the country! wow! what a great person!! and nursing homes as well, where residents presumably die on the regular (of old age and other natural causes no doubt), at which point they are presumably cremated, and I wonder who runs the cremation facilities? I’m sure whoever it is is definitely on the up-and-up

and “quirk-based community healthcare.” I wonder if they’re selective about who they treat based on what their quirks are. all the better to make sure people with particularly strong and/or unique quirks get the specialized treatment they need!

anyway. see, this is more like what I expected. some super dark shit, and finally some answers to a few long-established questions as well, but not without a price. that price being the churning feeling in my gut right now lol. oh man. well I just ate, so that might have something to do with it. but I tell ya, nothing makes you vaguely queasy like trying your best not to think about a massive conspiracy to kidnap and torture innocent children in the pursuit of ultimate power! so anyways I sure do hate this!

fffff like, really hate it. I HATE IT SO MUCH

[reluctantly goes ahead and slides AFO down one notch on my list of people I need to see die the most] well there it is. we have a new champion

so now we’re cutting to a hero briefing!

y’all is that THE SHERIFF. PLEASE. IT’S BEEN SO LONG. BUDDY I MISSED YA

so Nao says he had one of his guys go undercover to investigate, and they found that this hospital’s blueprints included a giant suspicious unlabeled place that nobody knows anything the fuck about

oh my god. you guys. forget Tomura, could that also be where they’re keeping the Noumus?? omg. omg omg omg. omgggggggggggg. omg

-- AHHHHHHHHHH

IF THE NEXT PANEL ISN’T JUST A CHORUS OF EVERYONE IN THE ROOM ALL SAYING “WHAT THE FUCK” SIMULTANEOUSLY, I’M GONNA DEMAND SOME ANSWERS, BECAUSE LET ME TELL YOU, HAVING ALREADY KNOWN ALL ABOUT POOR JOHN-KUN AND ALL THIS FUCKED UP SHIT MYSELF, I STILL AUDIBLY SWORE OUT LOUD. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I’M GONNA DO IT AGAIN TOO, BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK

come on, is Pixie Bob the only one of you here with normal human reactions or what?!

RIGHT?! YOU ALL ARE LOOKING AT A TINY MOUND OF FLESH WITH VEINY BULGING EYES JUST OGGLING BLANKLY OUT FROM ITS EXPOSED BRAINS. NOT TO MENTION IT’S GOT TWO OF WHAT VAGUELY RESEMBLE EARS, BUT WHAT I’M PRETTY SURE ARE ACTUALLY NOSES?? AND A SEVERED SPINAL CORD TAIL DANGLING OUT FROM BEHIND. ALL OF WHICH IS PLASTERED TOGETHER LIKE A LUMPY MOLD OF CLAY ATOP TWO CHILD-SIZED LEGS, which are wearing fucking sneakers, with fucking velcro and shit. fuck. fuck

lol Nao

oh yes, not difficult at all. I’m sure he’ll come along real quietly. hey, let me know how that one works out, okay

“we have the trauma of Hosu and Kamino still haunting us.” thanks for that reminder. gonna have another city to add to that list real soon aren’t we. preemptive r.i.p. Jakku

oh man you guys. can you feel this tension building up

interesting how he says “destiny.” I wonder if that’s the actual dialogue. at any rate this overconfidence is terrifying and I would really like for you all to stop jinxing shit my dudes

-- WHAT DID I JUST SAY

holy shit. please tell me this is a separate group from the Endeavor group we saw at the end of the last chapter

but that doesn’t make any sense though, because this group has Midnight and Kamui, two of their deadliest and most efficient capture specialists. not to mention Edgeshot the literal ninja who can break into anywhere. so this really should be the vanguard here based on what I’m seeing, but if that’s the case why are the eighteen-year-old Tamaki and the sixteen-year-old Toadette right there with them?? can we not, you guys. can we not

fucking shit. at least they’ve got Ms. Joke there too to back them up. if we actually get to see her quirk in action I can die happy. and so, presumably, will the villains

so the “hospital team” (is that the Endeavor team??) said they’re gonna eliminate the villains’ warping ability, which presumably means John-kun. do they even know it’s him that does it?? they don’t seem to actually know who Ujiko fucking is so I have my doubts?

on the bright side though, it seems like this Midnight team is actually going to be raiding the mansion, and won’t be involved in the hospital raid. but on the less bright side, the mansion is arguably almost as dangerous. :/ that’s where Twice is!! and probably most of the League! but at least they don’t have a dozen Noumus in the basement just waiting to be unleashed

god. people, if we don’t get moving on this action soon I am going to give myself a damn heart attack. this is way too much suspense for a chill Friday night

son of a bitch that guy behind Toadette is Honenuki, I just realized. what the fuck, U.A. ?? “hey kids! guess what! we’re going on a field trip!!” ...

-- NO!!!!!!

IT WILL NOT BE ALL RIGHT!! DON’T YOU LIE TO THEM!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!! Tamaki, fine, okay, he’s experienced, and arguably more powerful than half the people there. Toadette, she’s just a kid, but she also tried to kill Tokoyami back during the joint training arc and I’m still not sure how I feel about that so whatever! Honenuki is probably the most responsible person in this entire group so fine. Tokoyami needs to be there to have a lot of angst about Hawks

but Kaminari. Kaminari fucking Denki. no. no, sir. excuse the fuck out of me. how fucking dare you. he is a five-year-old boy in the body of a high-voltage adolescent. and he’s maybe, just maybe, more powerful than anyone else in this fucking group but that still doesn’t give you the right to put this little baby boy RIGHT ON THE FRONT FUCKING LINES!! holy shit! HIS BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS!! I DON’T LIKE ANY OF THIS

OH MY GOD

RIGHT?!?!? omg omg omg omg omg

he’s literally wailing “I miss class 1-A” so loudly that it’s echoing all the way through the forest. see now that’s why you DON’T TAKE KAMINARI WITH YOU ON YOUR SECRET STEALTH ATTACK MISSION!! would somebody please point me towards whoever’s fucking idea this was so that I can go kick their fucking ass please and thank you

and here are the rest of them oh my god

Momo, Mina, Jirou, and Kiri at the forefront. okay, fine. this, I do like

so Edgeshot says they’ve surrounded the villains on all sides. man, no wonder they’re so worried about their warping capabilities. this is basically their one chance to capture all the bad guys in one fell swoop. I guess it makes more sense why all their capture specialists are in Edgeshot’s group, then

now I’m starting to wonder exactly what task lies in store for the Wonder Trio’s group, though? because they said evacuation, but is that really all there is to it? it’s no secret that Bakugou, Deku, and Todoroki are the three strongest interns they have. so you’re really expecting me to believe that they put baby Denki there on the front lines and yet plan on keeping their heaviest hitters in reserve? Nao is there more to this plan that you’re not telling us

oh shit Endeavor wants to know where his adopted chicken son is at

it genuinely does warm my heart to see Endeavor worrying about Hawks. I’m glad Hawks has at least one person out there who actually gives a shit about him. even if that person is mister father of the year here. the plot thickens

I wonder if Enji would actually die to save Hawks, if it came to that. which I’m not saying it would. but we all know some fucking shit is about to go down so I’m just having these thoughts here okay!

Nao always looks so tired nowadays. man

so he clearly does know who Endeavor’s talking about, though. one of these days I’d like to get a clearer understanding of what exactly Naomasa’s rank is and how high he is in terms of clearance, because the idea that he’s actually privy to more information than the number one fucking hero is kind of bonkers to me, ngl. this guy is literally just a detective, right?? not even a commissioner or anything. and yet he’s involved in everything. I used to suspect that he might be the traitor lol, and while I’m pretty sure by now that’s not the case, I’m still curious as to exactly what his deal is. does he even have a quirk?? anyways

so now Endeavor is hmphing and stomping off, and meanwhile there are some closeups of Mic and Aizawa

is that a whistle. do you guys think Mic could literally kill a man with his voice. shit. why do I kind of want to see it happen

as for Endeavor, I wonder if he was the one who made sure that his son and his friends weren’t on the front lines with the rest of them. sometimes it’s good to have some influence in these things

looooooool as if on cue

well. that sure doesn’t sound like he intends to keep them out of harm’s way. does he really have that much faith in them??

serious question, why exactly are all of the heroes seemingly so confident that this is going to work? it scares me because it makes me feel like in spite of Hawk’s intel they still don’t have a clue what they’re truly up against

so now we’re cutting to some random street somewhere and WOULD YOU LOOK WHO IT FUCKING IS

Slidin’ Go Suck An Egg. oh how I hate this man

look at him

I hate his stupid face!

OH SHIT

TRAFFIC CONE MAN, ARE YOU FINALLY GOING TO REDEEM YOURSELF FOR NOT RESCUING KACCHAN ON THAT DAY TWO YEARS AGO BECAUSE YOU WERE AFRAID OF A LITTLE SLUDGE? BECAUSE I’M HERE FOR IT! IF YOU WANT TO JUST GO AHEAD AND SNAP HIS NECK, I WILL TURN THE OTHER WAY AND ACT LIKE I DIDN’T SEE, I PROMISE

wow, Burnin’s team really is just evacuating people

I mean they’re obviously going to run into a Noumu, and just like that they’ll be in more danger than anyone, but at least for now it really does seem like the minds behind this raid wanted to keep them relatively out of danger. so yeah, for now I’m gonna chalk that up to Endeavor’s influence that they’re here rather than in the forest with the rest of their class

and here comes the hospital team!

well that answers my question about Nao’s rank. so he’s not even a chief. that really is fucking ridiculous but whatever

and why do I feel like this poor undercover subordinate is mere seconds away from becoming the first casualty in what I think is about to become the most violently snafued situation we’ve seen in this manga to date. like this shit is going to make Kamino look like the fucking state fair. fuck

...

I really wish I could believe that he was about to go down and it really was going to be just that easy

HERE WE GO!!

(ETA: so then they do know that he’s the guy who made the Noumu? including the one that nearly took him out in Kyushu? and they’re still acting like this is going to be a walk in the park? ?? what??)

knock knock, who’s there, JUSTICE

YESSSSSSS

(ETA: sure hope Endeavor’s light here doesn’t go summoning any darkness. welp.)

YOU’RE UNDER ARREST FOR CRIMES OF BEING TOO HORRIBLE TO EVEN FUCKING CONTEMPLATE, LET ALONE JOKE ABOUT! YOU SON OF A BITCH, GET FUCKED

oh my god. we’re really just gonna end it like that. well I guess next chapter we can all play a fun game of “let’s all count the pages until everything goes horribly wrong.” won’t that be a laugh. 10 to 1 the Noumu really are in the secret room and they’re all gonna be set loose by next week’s cliffhanger. remind me to have “Into the Trap” by John Williams cued up and ready to go lol

[potterblogs-blog]

ok y'all have been sorting pjo characters into hogwarts houses which would be nice if you were doing it right

it’s great that you’re trying and all but the thing is, I find a lot of them following the same pattern:

All the demigods are automatically in Gryffindor, because they’re super brave. Octavian and Ethan Nakamura and Clarisse and all sorts of people the fandom doesn’t like are obviously in Slytherin because, you know, Slytherin is hella evil. Then we’ve got the stuck-ups in Ravenclaw and the background characters in Hufflepuff, ‘cause apparently it’s the potato House.

Since all this is hella stereotypical and not at all correct, I was like, well, what would I do? Well hERE IS THE ANSWER ASSHATS

*bill nye voice* please...cOnSiDeR tHe FoLLoWiNg

Percy is a hella Hufflepuff, no denying it, not one bit. He doesn’t care about a position or nothing, he is just a pure Hufflepuff inside and out.

Let’s talk about some major Hufflepuff qualities here:

• Dedication (yo my boy percy is pretty dedicated to the camp and to staying alive am i right i mean he was literally not at all tempted to join kronos’ army like ever soo yeah. also. consider a thing. have u even read the books. if they are a smol bean and he has met them at least 15 mins ago u bet ur lil ass he’s dedicated)

• Patience (percy has not decapitated a SINGLE god on purpose and they all keep coming back, i mean it’s bound to happen someday but CMON YOU GOTTA ADMIRE HIM FOR THAT. literally so patient. even by ADHD standards and its ok u can ask me i have ADHD but that’s beside the point back to percy now)

• Loyalty (it’s his freaking fatal flaw wtf else do you want from him??? to jump into tartarus out of loyalty to his girlfriend??? you do one wrong thing to percy’s friend and he will mESS UP YOUR SHIT LIKE A TRUE HUFFLEPUFF DON’T EVEN PRETEND HE WON’T. remember nancy? I THOUGHT SO. FIRST FEW PAGES OF THE SERIES. AND IT ONLY GETS BETTER)

THAT BEING SAID: ALL THESE THINGS ARE DEF PRETTY IMPORTANT TO PERCY OKAY

Conclusion: HELGA HUFFLEPUFF IS HAPPY THAT SHE HAS SUCH A HELLA HUFFLEPUFF IN HER HOUSE WHERE HE BELONGS.

Don’t try to tell me my girl Annabeth is a Ravenclaw because she ain’t no Ravenclaw get outta my face and let me lay down some FACTS here

LOOK AT THESE SLYTHERIN/ANNABAE TRAITS

• Cunning (we all know what this means so lemme just throw down some hella rad SYNONYMS because those are just the bOMB DIGGITY: we got crafting, scheming, designing, and calculating rn. YOU KNOW WHO IS ALL OF THOSE THINGS? MY GIRL ANNIE. FIGHT ME. I GOT ANNABETH ON MY TEAM AND SHE WILL SLAY YOU WITH HER CLEVERNESS AND DECEIT BEFORE SHE EVEN TAKES OUT HER DAGGER. SHE TRICKED ARACHNE INTO WEAVING HER OWN DEATH TRAP FOR ZEUS’ SAKE)

• Resourcefulness (lil bby annabeth ran away from home in SAN FRANCISCO when she was SEVEN and met luke and thalia in RICHMOND which is in VIRGINIA. SHE WAS SEVEN AND SOMEHOW WENT FROM THE WEST COAST TO THE EAST COAST. GOTTA BE RESOURCEFUL FOR THAT. also remember that time when she broke her ankle, scolded it, then made a cast out of bUBBLE WRAP? BECAUSE I DO. AND THEN THE WHOLE WEAVING A BRIDGE THING. DANG GIRL.)

• Ambition (don’t deny it this girl’s fatal flaw is pride and those two things are connected aS SHIT. SHE’S SO INTENT ON BEING AN ARCHITECT THAT SHE GOT THE GODS TO GIVE HER A JOB REDESIGNING MOUNT OLYMPUS AND THATS A BIG ASS THING IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF. reminder that this girl had the chance to get away from a sphinx but she challenged it instead because it was sorta insulting?? who else do we know is like this?? oh yeah fUCKIGN SLYTHERINS)

ANNABETH BAMF CHASE HAS ALL THESE QUALITIES AND SHE KNOWS IT. THAT’S WHY SHE USES THEM TO HER ADVANTAGE SO OFTEN.

Conclusion: SALAZAR SLYTHERIN SAYS ANNABETH CHASE CAN SLAY HIS BASILISK ANYTIME THAT’S HOW PERFECT SHE IS FOR THIS HOUSE.

LEMME TALK TO YOU ABOUT A THING HERE. A BIG THING. AN IMPORTANT THING. JASON IS A RAD LIL RAVENCLAW BOOGER AND HERE’S WHY. THERE ARE A WHOLE LOTTA RAVENCLAW TRAITS BUT IMMA GIVE YOU 3.

• Wisdom (yeah annabeth’s mom may be the goddess of wisdom but if jason wasn’t wise then how the heckity heck would he have survived long enough to be made a freaking PRAETOR. also you know what fight me. jason is the equivalent of a giant dog that is a floofer and goes boof and loves small children but that has nothing to do with wisdom anyway he is one of the smartest out of the seven)

• Individuality (yeah that’s a thing go ask my girl JK. if jason isn’t so Original™ then explain to me please how he restored the Fifth Cohort to awesomeness?? he was a total badass who didn’t take any shit and turned it around for the whole cohort that’s how. this lil boi is an individual yis. one might ask how can one be a badass but also be a fluffball? well jason did it so stop asking ok)

• Acceptance (we are talking about the official mom friend and the founder of the nico di angelo protection squad what else do you want him to do, hug mother earth??? he wrote the song you’ve got a friend in me because he loves everyone)

SEE HERE: JASON IS A TOTAL DORK NERD WHO POKES PIPER AND GOES “PIPER. PIPER LISTEN TO THIS THING I FOUND OUT TODAY. PIPER ISN’T IT AWESOME”

Conclusion: NOWHERE ELSE IS WHERE JASON GOES. HE WEARS THE RAVENCLAW DIADEM TO ALL OF HIS CLASSES. FIGHT ME. ALSO THE GREY LADY BC HE MAKES HER COOKIES AND SHE LOVES IT EVEN THOUGH SHE’S DEAD AND CAN’T EAT THEM.

Consider yourself a thing. Consider all of the Gryffindor Piper things. JUST CONSIDER THEM.

• Recklessness (subtle reminder that Piper used her charmspeak to fuckign steal stuff even though she knew she would get caught. also consider yourself some other things. remember when she anNIHILATED A FRICKIN GODDESS WITH HER IMPULSIVENESS BECAUSE YES. remember when she and anniebell had to do the thing with the stuff that was all about feelings and shit but lil orphan annie over there was totally lost and all like “this is hella illogical” and pipes was just all “we just gotta dO THE THING ANNABETH” and it was total badassery bc it’s the reason i live)

• Bravery (this girl went on her first quest like a week after she found out she was a demigod and would probably die a painful death bUT DID SHE STUTTER?? nah. REMEMBER WHEN SHE SCREAMED AT A CROWD OF ANGRY ROMAN CHILDREN WHO WANTED MURDER BECAUSE JASON GOT HIT IN THE HEAD WITH A BRICK AND SHE HAD TO PROTECT HIM??? BRAVE. went on her first quest knowing that her dad was probably gonna die and did all the things to make the giants angry and plan a rescue??? BRAVE AF.)

• Chivalry (HELLA amazing friend because she’s just sO GENUINE AND KIND and you know that if someone hurts you she will CUT THEM WITH HER SUPER BADASS KNIFE THAT GIVES PEOPLE NIGHTMARES. stands by jason ALL THE TIME especially when he needs her and actually everyone can count on her for all of the things.)

SO: IF YOU DON’T THINK PIPER IS HELLA BRAVE THEN YOU ARE VERY WRONG MY DEAR FRIEND.

Conclusion: Piper would have defeated Voldemort by year 2 but sadly she was not the chosen one. GODRIC GRYFFINDOR SAYS HER FACE SHOULD BE PERMANENTLY ENGRAVED ON HIS SWORD SO THAT THE LAST THING THEIR ENEMIES SEE IS THE CUTE AND UNFORGIVING FACE OF PIPER MCLEAN.

On the subject of Leo: This child is a Ravenclaw through and through no evidence needed but jUST IN CASE I WILL TALK TO YOU ABOUT THE STUFF.

• Creativity (we are talking about a smol bean who makes tiny helicopters and stuff that actually works WHEN HE IS NOT EVEN LOOKING AT WHAT HE IS DOING OR PAYING ANY ATTENTION TO IT. remember how this child saw a terrifying bronze dragon that everyone had tried and failed to tame and just went “sweet, imma grab that so we can ride off into the Canadian sunset”??? yeahp. remember when apollo needed a thing so he just casually freaking iNVENTED A BRAND NEW INSTRUMENT LIKE IT WAS NBD??? I DO. BADASS)

• Originality (leo practically becomes famous for his abilities to come up with plans that are so ridiculously original that nobody figures out what’s happening before it’s too late and if that’s not good enough for you then idk what is. allow me to raise you the cyclops incident, right next to the robot eidolons thing plus that whole fiasco where he fuckign died, also did i mention the valdezinator or the fact that he was the only person to ever figure out how to return to ogygia?? this kid is a mechanical engineer already and he’s 16 im pretty sure baby eight year old leo sat through calculus classes at a local college and got the best grades tbh)

• Wit (leo is the master of comebacks and rash two-minute ideas that actually end up working like damn son this is a purebred Ravenclaw right here lemme just appreciate this. also hey remember that time where he got launched off of a flying ship and was hurtling downwards at a very alarming rate because you know that’s what happens when you fall and he literally actually built himself a working helicopter so that he wouldn’t die all while free falling from probably at least a few thousand feet in the air like damn son)

AS A FOOTNOTE: LEO CAN RIVAL ANNABETH IN KNOWLEDGE I MEAN HE IS A MECHANICAL ENGINEER WHAT MORE DO YOU ASK FOR

Conclusion: Leo and Jason share the diadem. Leo gets it on mondays, wednesdays and fridays and Jason gets to wear it on tuesdays, thursdays and saturdays and on sundays they surrender it to the marble bust of Rowena Ravenclaw in the Ravenclaw Tower who says that LEO DESERVES TO BE IN RAVENCLAW EVEN MORE SO THAN YOUR AVERAGE STUDENT COME AT ME BRO

ok well hazel is somehow both my child and my mom so I’m not exactly sure how that works but anyway hERE ARE ALL THE REASONS THAT HAZEL IS A BEAUTIFUL, BADASS SLYTHERIN.

• Cunning (hey y'all remember that time with the cliff and the turtle and the feet?? terrifying huh?? yeah girl slay!! hazel will trick you and manipulate you and you won’t have any idea it’s happening until you’re being gobbled up by your own gargantuan pet sea turtle. Slytherins are also known for achieving their ends in any and all ways and all i could think of was how my child actually literally fuckign died so that she could stop the rise of acelonywhatever and the whole time she was 13 and staring death and gaea right in the frickin face and she didn’t give any shits at all)

• Resourcefulness (let’s talk about that time when hazel was “captured” by the amazons and basically had nothing so she did the only logical thing which was drown them in massive piles of jewelry from the warehouse and make them beg for mercy, also there was this horse thing that nobody could touch and she just casually goes “oh just a sec lemme summon a giant gold nugget that was probably at least a mile into the dirt because how else would it be this big” and he loves her and she rides him into victory. did i mention that hazel is my mom?? this is just one (1) of the sUPER RAD RESOURCEFUL THINGS that hazel manages to pull off)

• Ambition (hazel both believes and knows for a fact that she can literally do all of the things and she never once doubts herself like at all because she is AMAZEBALLS LIKE THAT. SHE WAS 13 AND THE AMAZONS WERE ALL LIKE “DANG GIRL WE WANT YOU ON OUR TEAM” and she was like “i got this huge to-do list but nbd i’ll get her done” like she is pURE CONFIDENCE AND. YES)

Also: SHE’S TOTALLY SUPER COOL WITH ALL THE THINGS AND IS NEVER FAZED. THAT IS MY GIRL.

Conclusion: HAZEL LEVESQUE IS SLYTHERIN AF AND WILL ALWAYS ACHIEVE HER ENDS NO MATTER HOW MANY GIANT SEA TURTLES SHE HAS TO FEED YOU TO. SALAZAR SLYTHERIN FRICKIN APPROVES AND THINKS THAT SHE IS JUST AS TERRIFYING AS ANNABETH.

Not gonna deny that my lil noob Frankie's a tRUE PURE-HEARTED GRYFFINDOR. THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD AGREE WITH ME.

• Chivalry (WE’RE TALKING ABOUT A CHILD WHO WILL TRIP OVER HIS OWN FEET AND PUNCH HIMSELF IN THE FACE IF IT MEANS HE’S SHOWING RESPECT TO YOU. my dude doesn’t care who you are, he will literally always show you respect until he’s given a reason not to. everything he eVER DOES is because he’s PROTECTING SOMEONE or he’s GETTING A LIL BIT OF PAYBACK and if that’s noT A GRYFFINDOR THING THEN DAMN SON YOU SHOULD REALLY SORT OUT YOUR PRIORITIES)

• Bravery (if you’re going to come into mY HOUSE and tell me that FRANK ZHANG ISN’T BRAVE then feel free to hit yourself in the face with a hammer because guess what losers?? this kid loses his mom and then his gma just goes “oh by the way you’re half god and you have a gift that you need to figure out for yourself and also here’s this piece of wood, don’t burn it or else you will actually die, now go with this pack of fuckign wolves to camp so that monsters won’t attack you and you won’t die, plus when you get there you have to beg forgiveness for this thing that your great grandfather did or else they might literally murder you. have fun” and frankie just rOLLS WITH IT AND KICKS ASS WHILE BEING A CUTE LIL CHUBBY BUNNY. LET’S NOT FORGET ABOUT HOW HE COMPLETELY OBLITERATED A WHOLE CITY’S WORTH OF MONSTERS to appease a stupid ass god and save nico and hazel from being forever plants and he gets back and trippy is absolutely terrified of him because omg he’s glowing red and he actually did the thing and oh also he kind of scared me so much that i sort of forgot i was a god and had power over him)

• Nerve (let me repeat how FRANK ENOUGH NERVE TO THREATEN A GOD WITHOUT EVEN THINKING OF THE CONSEQUENCES. I’M SO DONE WITH THIS. THIS IS MY SHIT THANKS. PLS APPRECIATE FRANKIE YOURE ALL BREAKING MY HEART. Also remember how he entrusted his real actual lifeline to somebody who wasn’t him like daaang boi that is so pure)

Additionally: FRANK ZHANG IS THE REASON I AM ALIVE AND WELL. ALSO REMEMBER HOW HE BECAME PRAETOR?? I DO BELIEVE THAT IS THE MOST BADASS WAY ANYONE HAS EVER BECOME PRAETOR PLEASE AND THANKS

Conclusion: GODRIC GRYFFINDOR CRIED WHEN FRANK WAS SORTED INTO HIS HOUSE. GODRIC DOESN’T THINK HE EVEN DESERVES FRANK. FRANK CAN HAVE 4 OF HIS SWORDS.

THIS HAS BEEN A THING. A THING WITH HOUSES AND PJO. I HOPE THIS WAS ENTERTAINING AT LEAST. THANK YOU KINDLY.

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What now? - Chapter 17

Cameron Dallas fanfic - Sequel to I’m not that kind of girl

Word count: 1′958

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„That’s the perfect dress!“ I squealed as Sam slowly stepped forward to look at herself in the mirror. „Oh god. This is it.“ She quietly said as she sniffles lightly. She was all teary eyed. „You really look gorgeous.“ I get up from my seat and walk over to her. I played a little with the tulle. „Sooo pretty.“ I said in a baby voice.

„I love it.“ She brought out. „Alright. I’m getting this one this is for sure the one.“ I applauded a little when she said that. We’ve been looking for the perfect dress the past two days. The timing now was just perfect because I get one more spare day to spend here before I got to go back on Sunday.

After Sam was finally done, we decided to get a victory drink. So we sat down in a bar and had a vodka soda. Talking about boys as per usual. „I can’t believe you’re getting married.“ I stated bitter sweet. She sighed. „Gosh. SO. MUCH. PLANING. Don’t ever plan a wedding just fucking elope. I swear to god.“ She started to rant making me giggle all over.

„Come on. This is the beginning of happily ever after. That day you’re not even gonna worry about what kind of stress you went through“ I tried to reassure her. „Just think about walking down the aisle and Ethan standing there, waiting for you and you only.“ I smiled at her as I see her ease into the thought. „I’m gonna get married soon. This is insane.“ And there she goes off into her thoughts slowly mixing with the drunk fantasies playing in her head, which most likely will be played out as soon as she reaches home.

That was my cue to check my phone. What I saw was no surprise.

Cam: how’s the search for the perfect dress going? :)          currently sitting in a meeting thinking bout you          honestly I’m lowkey butthurt cuz u ain’t replying like whaaaat? I smiled at his texts. He’s cute. But please don’t tell him I think that. That ego does not need any more boosts as its already gotten enough.

Y/N: dress shopping was a success! THE DRESS IS AMAZING.         also. i didn’t think about you one second of the day.         does that hurt even more? ;)

I looked up from my phone to find a still dreamy Sam. I decided to pull her out of her thoughts. „What about bridesmaids dresses?“ She immediately snapped back to reality while I took a sip of my drink. „I found some really nice ones. We could actually go fit you tomorrow. Or maybe you don’t even like them, that wouldn’t be so much fun than.“ She pouted. I grinned at her. „I’ve known you all my life. You have great taste. It’s gonna be fine.“ I took the last sip of my drink.

„That’s it. We are done for today.“ I said getting up from the bar stool. „Can’t wait to get your mans, huh?“ She smirked at me. „He’s not my mans. He’s only my mans on the downlow.“ She giggled. „Yeah yeah sure. If you don’t mind I will go home to my fiancé now. You go to your acquaintance.“ I held back a laugh as we walked out of the bar. „I love you, you know that?“ I mumbled as I put my arm around her shoulder. „I knoooow. I love you too.“ She smiled contently. „I can’t believe I’m getting married.“ She looked down at her engagement ring. „Me neither.“ I sighed.

Back home, well technically Cameron’s home, I just laid in bed until I heard the front door open. That’s when I jumped up immediately. I didn’t even bother to change when I got back from shopping. „Cameron?“ I peeked out of the bedroom in hopes of seeing him. „Have to disappoint you. It’s just me.“ Aaron laughed as he sat down on the couch and I sat at the other end.

„How was your day?“ I simply asked, checking my phone to see if Cameron texted me. „Good actually. How about you?“ He smiled. Aaron is such a cutie. The whole time I was here, even if that might not have been long, he’s been the nicest. He gave Cameron and I space whenever he felt like we needed it and so on. „Good. Finally found the perfect dress for my friend.“ I grinned. „That’s great.“ I nodded in response.

„Soooo…“ He started obviously not knowing where to continue. „How are things with Cameron?“ Really Aaron? You wanna go there? „Uhm… Good I guess?“ I really didn’t know how to answer. What was I supposed to say we are in a long distance relationship and that’s pretty much it. „That’s good.“ And than we were quiet until he decided to bring something up. „Are you coming to Europe with us?“

Europe? What was I supposed to do in Europe? „What?“ I asked quite confused. „The european leg of the tour?“ He adorably smiled at me. „You’re going to Europe?“ I questioned. Now I was kind of mad. No, scrap that. I was pissed off. Why didn’t Cameron tell me about touring in motherfucking Europe? Did he not think it was somehow important to let his girlfriend know that he’s of to Europe for god knows how long?

„I guess Cameron didn’t tell you than.“ Speaking of the devil, as if he was waiting for the key sentence to barge in like that. „Who didn’t tell you what?“ Cameron asked all smiley as he closed the front door. „I think I’m gonna eat out tonight.“ Aaron subtly excused himself leaving Cameron dumbfounded. „What?“ He furrowed his eyebrows at Aaron as he was leaving.

„Bye guys.“ The door shut close and there was silence. A long undeniably uncomfortable silence. „What’s going on?“ Cameron finally broke the ice. Flustered. „Y/N? Are you gonna say anything?“ He sat down next to me. One arm slung around my waist. „Did I do something wrong?“ He asked after he kissed my cheek. I didn’t know what to say. I was pissed for no god damn reason. God damn it, am I overreacting?

„Europe.“ I spoke quietly. „You are going to Europe. Does that ring a bell?“ And that’s when he retrieved his arm. „I was going to tell you, you know that right?“ He raised his eyebrows at me. „I was not just going to bounce and not tell you.“ I sighed and rubbed my eyes. „I know. I just…“ And that’s when my mood switched. What was even going on with me? „I don’t know.“ I started sobbing out of fucking nowhere.

He pulled me into his arms as I cried into his chest. „Marshmallow, calm down. Take a breath.“ He sighed as he gently stroke over my back. He was such a great boyfriend. God damn it. I was being delusional and he knew it. How come he wasn’t sick of my shit yet? „I’m sorry.“ I quietly mumbled into his chest. „Hey. It’s alright. Everything's fine.“ Great boyfriend. I slowly pulled away from him.

„I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s going on, maybe I’m just PMSing.“ I started to laugh a little trying to lighten the mood. „I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. It’s a little late now.“ He chuckled. And that’s when it all came to me. „It’s fine.“ I didn’t dare to look him in the eyes. „So now that is settled, how about we grab some dinner?“ I could see his precious smile from the corner of my eyes.

„Uhm. I’m not feeling too well. I think I’m gonna go for a walk around the block first, alright?“ I stood up grabbing a sweater in case I’d be cold. „Are you feeling sick? Do you need anything? Should I come with you?“ He was close behind. „No! I mean no, it’s fine. I’ll be fine.“ I turned around and left him with a quick kiss. „I’ll be right back.“ I mumbled as I practically ran away from him.

I dialed Sam’s number in hopes of her answering which did not happen. So I went on to the next best person. Jen. My dear college friend, Jen. But she didn’t pick up either. I went through my contacts and debated wether or not to call Danny but that would be widely inappropriate. I came to a halt at the corner of the block as my finger hovered over his name. That would be the last straw for him.

„Hello?“ His voice sounded just like always. A small smile crept onto my face. „Hi.“ I took a breath. „Y/N? Are you okay? Why are you calling?“ He didn’t sound annoyed or anything. He was concerned as well as I was. God why did I call him? I could have tried to reach Sam again. „I- I don’t know.“ I broke into tears again. Great job at containing my emotions. Gotta give myself props for that one. Hell yeah.

„Y/N, where are you? Do you need help?“ I couldn’t breath. I was suffocating. I was going to die in this very spot. „Y/N?“ I tried to calm down. „Listen. Take a few breaths. Sit down. Alright? Can you please say something?“ I leaned against the building and took a few breaths just as he said. „Okay.“ I finally brought out and he let out a relieved sigh. „Alright? Where are you? Can someone pick you up?“ I debated wether or not to hang up on him and turn back around.

„It’s fine. I’m fine. I don’t know why I called you. I didn’t want to cause any trouble. I’m sorry.“ I pinched the bridge of my nose. I was such a lowlife piece of shit. Great job Y/N. You’re not only a disgrace to everyone but you are causing everyone unnecessary problems. „If you’re not telling me where you are I’m gonna fucking find you with the Find my friend app. I don’t care.“ I chuckled

„Listen. Luke. I really didn’t mean to wake any concern. I didn’t know who to call and I’m in a weird situation right now. I’ll reach Sam or something. Don’t worry about it.“ I sighed. I really didn’t mean to get him all worried. „Are you sure?“ I nodded. „Yeah. Everything’s fine.“ After a bit of a back and forth he finally let me hang up, but insisting on checking up on me later.

After that phone call Sam texted me asking if everything was fine as well as Cameron, wondering where I was. I texted Sam letting her know i’d be coming over. I texted Cameron, telling him there was a „bridesmaids emergency“ and needed to be at Sam’s asap. He bought the simple excuse.

Before I knew it I stood in front of the familiar entrance to Sam’s apartment. The door swung open and Ethan smiled at me. „Don’t worry. I was just about to go out to the bar with some friends.“ I nodded thankfully. „Thank you very much Ethan. You’re gonna be a great husband.“ I pinched his cheek and walked into the apartment.

After he was gone Sam and I just sat there on the couch with our tea. „So do you intend on starting what this is about or do I have to squeeze every tiny drop out of you?“ She sighed after a good half an hour. „Alright.“ I took a few breaths. She eyed me with curiosity. Just a few hours ago everything was fine and we were having a good time and now? Now I was an emotional mess. I didn’t really know what to do so I just blurted it out.

„Ever had a pregnancy scare?“

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A/N: alright I say this every god damn chapter BUT I’m so sorry that you guys have to wait so long for the new chapter. I’m trying hard but you know how it is. again thank you for supporting and being patient with me! I love you guys. Have a great day :)