#like i'm just ignoring that i'm turning 30 on monday at the moment

[hammerbacks]

finding coffee pods i really like the look of, only to realise that they're not compatible with the coffee machine i asked for for my birthday 🙃

[lostgirlmuseum]

Who the Hell is Daryl?

Summary: Bucky is in love with you, and finally finds the courage to tell you. But what happens when it sounds like someone else is already in the picture? (Miscommunication!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Avenger!Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: Miscommunication trope! Only one small mention of “Y/N”, teensy bit of yelling, let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Wrote this a couple days ago and put it in drafts, spontaneously posted bc I'm procrastinating on an essay. Okay I'll get back to hw now :(

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

He was going to do it. He was really going to do it. 

He was finally going to ask you out.

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To the surprise of everyone on the team, you and Bucky had become fast pals after you joined six months ago. Something about the two of you clicked. ‘Opposites attract’ and all that, but Bucky always felt it went deeper than that.

The two of you had never argued, something he felt very proud of, considering he argued with most people. But not you. Never you.

The moment he decided that he needed to man up and ask you out wasn’t anything fancy. You were sparring with Wanda across the gym, and he was simply watching you work in tandem. He watched the entire 15 minute session, and didn’t take his eyes off you, even as you approached him. 

“Buck, I’m out of water, can I take a sip of yours?”

He nodded, “Sure, Doll,” and tossed you his bottle. 

You shot him a charming smile and opened the cap, and not-so-gracefully chugged half the bottle. You wiped your upper lip and handed it back to him. 

“Thanks, Jamie,” you breathily said, and jogged back to the arena. 

His head was completely empty except for a single thought, tumbling through his desert mind like a tumbleweed.

I’m going to marry her someday.

He shocked himself with the thought, he wasn’t sure where it had come from. But he couldn’t help the grin that snuck its way onto his lips as he realized he didn’t disagree with the thought.

Of course before marriage is dating. One step at a time Buck. 

After his realization, he had spent the next three days planning the perfect way to ask you out. He went through an entire list of ideas, but none of them seemed good enough for you. He wanted it to be perfect. But as the clock ticked on and he started running out of paper, he realized it was best to just be honest about his feelings. 

You had just gotten back from a solo mission, and Bucky was hanging out in your room as you showered.

He was blushing like an idiot and fidgeting like crazy on your bed as he waited for you to hurry up. It was surprising he had so much self control as to not blurt it out while you were showering.

“Oh, Bucky,” you called from the bathroom, the sound of the water pausing.

“What’s up?”

“Could you set an alarm on my phone for 7:30 A.M. tomorrow before I forget? I think I left it on the side table.”

“You got it, Doll.”

“You’re the best! I’m almost done, I’ll be out in like two minutes,” you called, and soon after the sound of rushing water resumed.

Bucky grabbed your phone and typed in the passcode, his heart fluttering a little as he thought about how you trusted him enough to know it.

But the flutter stopped almost as quickly as it started, the moment your phone turned on and resumed on your text string with someone. He would’ve ignored it, but a red heart at the top of the screen caught his eye.

Who the hell is “Daryl,” and why does he have a heart emoji next to his name?

Bucky couldn’t help himself as his eyes flitted over your last texts.

Daryl ❤️ I’m back in town, lemme know when you’re around 

You About to leave for a quick mission, but I’ll be back tmw evening. I miss you sm :( how about we meet up Monday morning at 8 at Bernie’s cafe?

Daryl ❤️ Lets do it. And I miss you too, can’t wait to see your beautiful face!! I love you, be careful

You Love you too, and Im always careful 😘

Bucky felt sick to his stomach. You had never mentioned a brother named Daryl, or any other kind of family member. And you’d told him about all your closest friends, and none of them were named Daryl. How did Bucky not know you had a boyfriend?

Bucky fought the urge to scroll up, and quickly tapped out of the app, and set the alarm you asked him to set. 

So you were meeting this “Daryl” tomorrow morning?

Bucky heard the water stop, and the sound of the shower curtain shuffling.

Shit. You were getting out. Fuck, he wasn’t ready to face you.

You’d never mentioned you were in a relationship before. He would remember. How long have you been dating? And more importantly, why did you keep this from him? Did you feel like you couldn’t trust him? Maybe you weren’t as close friends as he’d thought.

“Which movie did you want to watch tonight?” You asked, peeking out of the door with a turquoise towel wrapped around you.

“Um, I’m actually really tired, suddenly. I think I’m going to go to bed.” Bucky stuttered, avoiding your gaze as he quickly stood up.

“Oh, okay,” you responded, disappointment and concern lacing your voice. “Everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. Glad you got back safe. Good night.”

With that, Bucky ducked out of your room and practically ran back to his.

Bucky tossed and turned, and once he got over his embarrassment, he settled into a familiar depressive feeling. Of course you didn’t like him back. What the fuck was he thinking? He’s—well, he’s Bucky. Broken, only destined to ever be your friend. How could he be foolish enough to think you would love him like he loves you. At about hour 4, the heartbreak started turning into betrayal. Betrayal that you kept this from him. And soon enough, that betrayal festered into a kind of resentment, something he’d never felt for you before.

He didn’t get much sleep that night.

Bucky checked the clock for the 20th time in the past 5 minutes. 7:45 A.M. You were probably about to leave. Bucky felt his heart clench. He was usually up by 7, and eating breakfast in the common area by 7:30. He sat at the barstool, dragging his spoon around his now soggy Coco Puffs, waiting for you to appear. Why he felt the need to torture himself, he didn’t know.

Finally, he heard your steps coming down the hall. 

And there you appeared, wearing the most beautiful sundress he had ever seen. It was lavender, and had small white flowers adorning the skirt, and it fell just above your knees. 

Bucky took you in, and his momentary adoration turned back to his heartbreak. You were dressed up as if you were going on a date. There was no chance this wasn’t your boyfriend.

“Good morning Bucky, did you sleep okay last night?” 

“Yes.” He lied. Maybe you would tell him the truth if he asked. Yes it would hurt hearing the truth from your mouth, but he wanted to give you a chance to tell him your secret. “Where are you headed?”

“To meet a friend,” you nodded smoothly. 

Maybe Bucky was crazy. Maybe he was overthinking all of this. Maybe Daryl really was just a friend.

“Which friend?”

“Penny.”

So you were just flat out lying to him now. Bucky nodded and waited for you to leave before moping back to his room. He wanted to cry. And he did for a minute, or two, but his tears turned from sad to angry when he remembered you were now lying. You never lied to Bucky, and Bucky never lied to you. At least, he thought that was how it was. He clenched his fists, mad at you for betraying him, but more mad at himself for believing he could ever have you.

He didn’t move from his bed.

“Bucky?” Your voice emerged after three knocks to his door.

He couldn’t get himself to respond. 

The door slowly creaked open, a stream of light flooding his dark room.

“Hey Buck. You okay? You seemed a little off this morning.”

“Fine.” He mumbled, not turning over in bed to face you.

A pause. 

“Jamie, what’s wrong?” You asked, closing the door behind you and flicking on the light. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“What?” You asked, slightly taken aback. You thought he loved your affectionate nickname for him.

“I don’t want you to call me ‘Jamie’ anymore.”

“Okay…”

He felt the bed dip as you sat next to him. 

“Bucky,” you whispered, “please talk to me.”

He sat up and gave you a pointed look. Was he being immature? Yes. But what could he do, he just discovered that his best friend has been lying to him, and doesn’t love him.

“Where were you?” He asked.

You furrowed your brows a moment, trying to piece together where he was going with this. 

“I was at Bernie’s with Penny.”

“Don’t lie to me.” He sneered.

Your eyes widened at his bite.

“I’m not lying? Bucky, what is going on?”

“What’s going on is that you’ve been keeping the fact that you have a boyfriend from me. Why don’t you want to tell me?”

“A boyfriend?” You blinked. “I don’t have a boyfriend,”

“Why won’t you be honest with me?” He yelled, and you scooted back.

“I am!”

“Then who is Daryl?”

“What?”

“I saw your texts last night, when you asked me to set your alarm.” Bucky looked down at his lap, ashamed.

“Bucky,” you sighed, and a look of understanding crossed your face. A moment later you held out your phone to him.

“What?” He asked, dumbly looking at your outstretched hand. The screen was on your text string with Daryl.

“Call the number.” You simply said.

“What?” He repeated.

“Take my phone, and call the number.”

Confused and suspicious, Bucky grabbed your phone and hesitated over the call icon. 

“Go ahead,” you urged.

He pressed the button. 

Ring.

Ring.

Ri—

“Hey!” A familiar feminine voice rang through the speaker. “What’s up hon?”

“Hello?” Bucky said, looking from the phone to you to the phone.

“Uh, hi? Is that Bucky?”

“P—Penny?” He sputtered.

“Hey Bucky! What’s up, is everything okay? I thought Y/N was calling.”

“Hey Pen,” you interjected, “Everything’s fine, I’ll call you back in a bit, kay’?”

“Sure thing, bye, love ya,” Penny added, and hung up.

Bucky stared at the now blank phone, baffled.

“I don’t understand.”

“Bucky,” you sighed, and tilted his chin to look at you. “I don’t have a boyfriend. Penny is in my contacts as “Daryl” because it’s my funny little nickname for her. My Dad has had a best friend since grade school named Daryl, and they don’t see each other often, but when they do it’s like nothing has changed. They get along like no time has passed. I call Penny “my Daryl” because I know that even if we don’t talk for years, we are so close that I know we would be the exact same.”

Bucky sat quietly for a moment, simply taking in your story. He felt really stupid.

“I’m sorry,” he started, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m sorry I called you a liar.” He struggled to meet your gaze, ashamed of what he did.

“Jamie—can I call you Jamie now?”

He nodded sheepishly.

“Jamie, I forgive you. But I wish you had just talked to me about it, and asked me. We are usually so good about being open with each other. What happened?” You asked, wide eyes looking into his.

“I know, I’m sorry. I flipped out, I guess I was just shocked, because I was going to—” he licked his lips, “well, I was…”

“You can tell me, Bucky. Honesty, remember?” You soothed, placing your hand on his leg.

He gulped.

“I was going to ask you to be with me.”

You tilted your head, not quite understanding.

“Like, I was gonna ask if you’d let me be your boyfriend.” He mumbled. “So when I saw that you were texting and saying ‘I love you’ to some guy, I guess I was just blindsided.”

“James,” you smiled, moving yourself to sit on his lap. You brought your forehead against his. “You silly, jealous man.” You gently stroked his cheek with your right hand. “You want to be my boyfriend?"

"It sounds so juvenile, I don't know, I just want you to be mine, and for you to call me 'yours,'" he mumbled.

"I accept," you giggled, and watched his glittering eyes shoot to yours.

He had started to say something, but he stopped when you brought your soft lips to his.

“I'm so happy,” he whispered between kisses.

Suffice it to say, Bucky completed step one of the path to marrying you.

A/N: Tysm for reading! If you liked it, please feel free to let me know!

Also I'm sorry if the ending sucks, I wrote this in a couple hours and Idk why I'm so bad at endings gahh

Here's my Masterlist if you'd like to read more!

[morgana-lefay]

Project: Rammstein Barcelona 2024 - The Review

It's been more than two weeks now and coming back to the real World hasn't been easy, so I'm only now managing to write about the concert.

I'm still very much living in my concert-bubble (ignoring many responsibilities, forgetting I'm a grown-up and such), but I'm not sure I can still remember everything, unfortunately. I will try my best. Heads up, as this will be extensive, detailed (as much as my memory can help me), not spolier-free, might contain off-topics about the city and, most of all, will be MY opinion and feelings about it all.

So let's start.

As some of you might know/have noticed, I traveled from Portugal to Barcelona, the day before the concert. It was the first time, in my 40 years alive in this World, I ever saw a band outside my country and it was also my first time visiting Barcelona, so I was very excited about it all! I was also ready to travel solo, but two friends ended up joining me. I did go to the concert by myself, though.

I arrived in Barcelona on Monday, early in the morning, which allowed me to compensate for concert day, since it would be pretty much dedicated to it, aside from breakfast and lunch. A friend and I decided to walk around "El Gòtic" (Gothic Quarter). A few cañas later, we needed to pee, so we decided to start looking for cool cafes to stop and have more cañas so we could use the bathroom (made sense to us). We found a lovely Plaza by accident, with a cafe in the middle and that was it.

We ordered two cañas, talked about some serious stuff, some more silly, about the concert and the band and how do people find them in the street and how I wouldn't know what to do if I saw any of them. Time passed and we decided to leave, but first, my time to go to the bathroom. Coming back, something got lost in translation and the guy brought us two more beers.

THANKFULLY, as a few moments later, this guy with dark sunglasses comes riding a bike from one of the streets that led to the Plaza. I was siting facing said street and started panicking in Portuguese "Oh meu Deus, oh meu Deus!". My friend had no idea what was going on, until I managed to say "IT'S THE DRUMMER!". At that point, he was already at the end of the street and I thought he'd left, when I realised he turned around. My friend, to whom I will be grateful forever, got up and stopped him. I did nothing. Just stayed sited, like an idiot. She says he asked her if she wanted a photo and she answered no, because she wasn't a fan (the poor guy), but her friend, pointing at me, was.

Something clicked inside my dumb brain, I got up from my chair and moved towards him. I don't really remember what I said, aside from "Hi, Christoph", "I came from Portugal to see you", apologising for bothering him and wishing him a nice day, if I touched him even (my friend says I touched his shoulder, which I tend to do sometimes, talking to people) nor what he said, or if he even said anything! His face was one of someone so used to these things and almost kinda bored, but at the same time he had a nice and sweet energy about him (not sure if this makes sense). Anyway...it was surreal! I was nervous as hell and I think if I was by myself I wouldn't have approached him. But he is as beautiful in person, as in all photos and videos! (and so tall!). That out of the blue encounter made my day! (I won't share the photo because I don't wanna show my stupid panic ridden face and I don't want the photo to end up everywhere else).

Concert day:

I queued for about 4h30m, until doors opened a bit after 18h00 and it started raining pretty much the moment I got there and pouring like 30 minutes in and it never stopped up to the point I got home, 12 hours later (my friends where ever so kind to make this video 😅) .

There, I met this lovely Spanish girl from Canárias, a group from LIFAD Colombia and Lina, the creator of LIFAD International. All lovely people. I never spoke so much Spanish in my life. I didn't even knew I knew how to speak so much Spanish, although I must have some fucked up accent (I never formaly learned the language), as they pretty much never got what I meant at first try 😂.

I managed to get front row (at some point I didn't think I was gonna make it), on Paul's side and I don't think I've ever seen such a colourful audience in a Metal/Rock concert. I also had never been in a venue with umbrellas.

Last photo is from last year, here in Portugal. I was standing in the back of the Stadium, which allowed me a privileged perspective over the beauty of the light, fire and music synchrony and I guess that made me love it all even more. This time, I couldn't see that part so well, but I could see them and their interactions, so I guess both concerts completed each other. I was also prepared for fiery hot, but, honestly, with all the rain, I barely felt the pyro.

They opened with "Ramm4", as we all know by now. Honestly, I had heard that song like 3 times before and it's not much my cup of tea (catchy chorus and rhythm, but I'm not that crazy about it as many seem to be). It was fun to sing along the "Ya, Nein! Rammstein!" part though, but it's no match to "Armee der Tristen" or "Rammlied" as an opener. Would have loved to hear the first one!

I felt Till's appearance on stage wasn't as powerful (although the explosion that revealed him was pretty cool), but his outfit is amazing! LOVE the feathers! I did enjoy the message at the beginning, the song and all of them appearing in the elevator together. To be fair, It might be that it's just different and we (I) were used to the old one.

[second one became my phone's background image]

Me being me, I managed to, by one frame, not catch on video the part where Richard kicks the 🎹🤦‍♀️. But, honestly, aside from the interesting leg movement, it wasn't all that, as it just comes out of nowhere. But then again, we had completely drenched Richard™, so that was just a small drop of water in an ocean of wet awesomeness.

The first half (if I can call it that) of the concert, up until the Deutschland remix, was rocking like a motherfucker! "Keine Lust" sounds great live. It was, actually, one of my favourites. A great surprise! And Richard's energy made it even better.

I always thought I was gonna cry my eyes out during "Asche Zu Asche", as it's one of my favourite songs, but, the tears came during "Zeit"...That song had been hitting me in the guts for the last few months, but I honestly did not see that coming. It was just overwhelmingly beautiful! Till's voice...my Goodness...When he sang the "Ein jeder kennt den perfekten Moment" part, he added "es aquí!"/"aquí contigo" (it's here/here with you), which may or may not made me cry a bit more.

Still about "Asche Zu Asche"...as expected, every one of them has a different energy during that song, but it's still a very powerful one! I rocked my ass off to it and I'm very grateful to have been able to experience it live. Too bad there where no microphones on fire, though. 🙁

"Wiener Blut" sounded great live too! As haunting as I imagined. Till's voice, again...And all of them, honestly, sounded beautiful. These additions to the setlist are just perfect.

Paul was going all Metal on us in some backing vocals, I think during "Links" the most. And Till seemed pretty content with the rain, while adding some Spanish words/expressions to the songs or in between.

Richard's growling during "Du Riechst so Gut" sent me...⚰️I don't think I've recovered from that part yet. Everytime I rewatch the videos, there's shivers. And then there's the little synchronized headbangs between Paul and Till and with all of them. Even though Till seemed to struggle a bit during the one with Paul, particularly, it was so precious to watch up close! 😭Paul and RZK's arm pyro, unfortunately, didn't work. I also couldn't see Till with the arch pyro, as little Paul was standing in the way.

Till clearly used playback, at least in one song (can't quite remember on which one...maybe Wiener Blut...), which is something that always bothers me a bit, even loving him to death. It did not ruin the show for me in the slightest, of course, but I don't really appreciate it or get it.

(Also, my man, stop spitting so much! 🙈)

My greatest disappointment, though, was that the foam from the Pussy-canon didn't reach our side. 😭

Then there were all the little interactions they had going on. It's like Tumblr was turning real, right in front of my eyes! 😂Honestly, I thought a lot about you guys during the whole concert.

I also feel like I went through many phases: rocking my ass off and singing what I knew (and making up other parts 😅); standing still, being mesmerized, just taking it all in; crying during Zeit; laughing over their silliness and just thinking how these guys are so fucking good still after 30 years. 🖤

Other/specific favourite things:

Anything Till and Paul, to be honest, but mostly during Mein Teil and Ausländer (my heart almost melted in this last part, with Till caressing his Paule's face 🥹);

Olli having fun and throwing water at Paul;

The boats and how Schneider seems so happy during it. I focused on him so much, almost forgot there where two more boats coming.

Paul being his little clown self pretty much all the time 🙈;

Flake's little dances and his crown! So pretty!

Schneider setting the rhythm with his arm movements;

The Mein Teil background dancers;

Till's "peacock flames" moment during "Rammstein" is absolutely breathtaking to watch up close! ���

Till's rolled up sleeves and his tattoos peaking are also a beautiful sight to see in person. 🖤

Just watching Till in general...Even if I wish he was a bit more serious/stoic sometimes and not so clowny, I love that guy. I can't even put it right into words how it felt seeing him and hearing him.

But, to be honest, I think I have to say that my most favourite thing, even though he was opposite where I stood, was Richard being a badass rockstar! He rocked hard, even dripping wet (or probably even more because of). I liked how he still balances a bit of the more serious side with the silly one.

All in all, I would have appreciated a little less rain (it never stopped...), but I had a great time! There's nothing/no one like them! They're just beautiful to watch and it was incredible to get to see them so close. I'm still a bit overwhelmed and even though it was a different sentiment from last year's concert (my first and in my country), they made me very happy! Thank you, my boys!🖤

[mimisempai]

It’s in his kiss

Summary

Sherlock decides to find out who his brother's mysterious lover is. Beginning his investigation in Greg's office, he discovers more than he expected.

Notes

Mystrade Monday  1.0  #21 - “He is a bad kisser”

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

On AO3

Rating G - 843 words

"No, but seriously John, I'd like to know."

John replied in a slightly annoyed voice, "Sherlock, Detective Lestrade's office is probably not the right place for this, is it? After all, he probably doesn't care about Mycroft's love life."

Greg looked up in what he hoped was a natural way when he heard his lover's name as Sherlock harrumphed, "But it is of the utmost importance my dear John, I have noticed a change in my brother. I am sure he is seeing someone."

Greg's heart skipped a beat, but he remained completely calm as he stood up and walked to the door of his office. When he reached it, he opened it and said with a wry smile, "Sherlock, John is right, I'm not interested. But since I don't have an investigation that requires your assistance at the moment, if you want to investigate your brother's love life, that's fine with me."

Sherlock didn't react and started to leave Greg's office with John, while they continued their discussion.

"I'm really curious about the person who finally managed to get my brother's attention, and I'm also wondering how come he's never had anyone, he's pretty good-looking, like me, smart, also like me, he's pretty good at quite a few things, like me... "

Greg rolled his eyes as Sherlock and John walked through the door and started to close it on them as Sherlock continued, "So, I wonder why there has never been anyone before."

Suddenly, as the door was about to be closed, Sherlock stopped and exclaimed, "Oh, I know! It's because he sucks at kissing. Yes, I'm sure I'm right. He's a bad kisser."

John sighed, "Sherlock..."

But Sherlock continued, "Yes, yes, yes, I'm absolutely sure."

Greg couldn't help but mutter, "He's not."

Sherlock turned sharply to him, "He's not what?"

Greg replied, "A bad kisser."

"What?"

"Goodbye Sherlock, John."

Greg closed the door and made sure it was locked, even though Sherlock was banging on it, "Detective Lestrade, open this door immediately. You can't leave me like this!"

Greg ignored him and went back to his desk. 

After a few moments, the drumming stopped and he heard John whisper, "Come on Sherlock, let's go..." followed by the sound of footsteps walking away.

He sighed and slumped down on his desk before resuming his work. It wasn't until about an hour later that he realized that he would have to tell Mycroft about this, if Sherlock hadn't already taken care of it.

He took his phone out of his pocket and started typing.

Remember that conversation

about finding the right time to 

announce our relationship?

G.

Sent at 4:30 pm

Yes, I do. What about it?

M.

Received 4:32 pm

Greg swallowed, a little worried about Mycroft's reaction, then replied.

That's not necessary anymore. 

I think Sherlock and John know.

G.

Sent 4:34 pm

How did this happen?

M.

Received 4:35 pm

Let's just say your brother 

said something slanderous 

about you and I couldn't 

let him get away with it.

G.

Sent 4:37 pm

And what did my dear 

brother say to make 

you so upset?

M.

Received 4:38 pm

That you are a bad kisser. 

And since I am in the best 

position to know that this 

is not true, I contradicted 

him. 

G.

Sent 4:39 pm

Greg saw the little dots dancing on the screen of his phone, but when he got no answer five minutes later, he began to worry a little, what if he had made a mistake?

He got up and started pacing around his office before stopping at the window. Lost in thought, he didn't hear the door open behind him and gasped as two hands landed on his shoulders and a voice whispered in his ear, "So I'm a good kisser?"

Greg turned and chuckled softly before replying, "I didn't say you were a good kisser, just that you weren't a bad one."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow and replied, "I'll show you I'm better than not bad." 

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Greg's, proving his point with actions better than words. When they parted to catch their breath, Greg asked between gasps, "I take it you're not upset that the cat's out of the bag."

Mycroft shook his head, "I already knew about it when you sent me the message."

Greg sighed, "Sherlock..."

Mycroft nodded, "My dear brother, yes. Though he did not tell me the content of your discussion. As soon as I could clear a slot in my schedule, I came because I knew you would worry unnecessarily."

Greg smiled, then chuckled, "We have a problem now. Now that Sherlock has solved the mystery of your love life, he won't have any more investigations, he'll be insufferable again".

Mycroft replied, " Honestly, my brother is always insufferable. We'll find something for him. But in the meantime, let me perfect my skills." 

He leaned forward again and captured Greg's lips in another kiss that showed the detective that he actually did not need perfecting.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Mystrade masterlist here

[the-firebird69]

This evening people screw us on over so many times it's not even right and you can't figure out what to do you don't know how to handle it you don't know what you could be doing otherwise you don't have a way out of anything we got to tell you something you better find out what to do cuz we're doing stuff we have stuff for doing and it's going to be painful. Why we're doing that we want to introduce you to the law we hear that your staff wants everything so going to The Hague and we're going to present what you're doing to minorities and how you're treating us and what you're pushing your idiots to do I'm going there today no it's going to have to be on Monday they know what it is the second tire discount to you and you're not doing anything that we request so you're not going to bother doing that anymore he says it why does the s*** out of him he gets beat up and stuff pushed around actually. I'm sending the packet in moments we realize that you Max don't care but you really ain't all that tough. And you're kind of helping Tommy f I was sick of that s*** too every time I turn around I see Mac pushing these f***** onto our son I'm sick of him being easy to manipulate by retards so much so that his job is to screw our son over using retards constantly it's not going to be a good cop bad cop situation where you're the winner cuz he came along finally as they're sitting there doing it right in front of him right to him while he's standing there you don't want to hear or see this s*** happening you're sitting there doing it we're not just accusing you you're sitting there doing it but then I don't know just fighting you too and you can see you sitting there doing it or something you're doing it too f****** can't stand you you want to throw anything away over $30 some insulting some slight it's not really an insulting isn't really coming from him and these people insult you every few milliseconds what is wrong with you now I'm trading train him to do what did you say you're trained him what did you train him to do that your opposition so he's doing the right thing so you don't care what we take and what we do to you start losing stuff get a little mad like really out of control that's how it's going to go tonight we're going to mess with the people up here big time we're tired of hearing your threats on our daughter and she started it too you are going to lose a lot of hardware

-we are taking out three quarters of the fleet of Tommy f right now he's down to half of half the fleet so we lost a quarter which is unacceptable if you don't defend yourselves we'll be getting you without having to do anything

-we're moving our fleets into position now and they look like yours and they're near yours and there's nothing you can say about it it's happening in seconds and you're lame

-we have a big bag of tricks and we're starting we're going to start using them now because we're sick of you empire your pieces of s*** too you don't want to do a damn thing used to have savvy now you don't so we don't have a use for you you want to March around be f***** so we're going to you say you don't need us you don't need buildings society cars anything you keep laughing at us too blabbing. It comes time to say that your retards are massively useless to everyone but you don't care about that either they mess with him during laundry across from your favorite place the courthouse yes soon for 30 bucks so you tried to steal you're an a****** too so no I'm bipolar it'll keep my social security check coming so max says what is he saying and we say you made him bipolar so he hates you. So he goes on and on and says my whole life is ruined these people suck so bad and it's true they do so we're going to have to take corrective measures and we're going to have to ignore people like you tell us we can't. We're moving in we're going to do the job if someone's in our way we're going to roll over them.

-tonight is going to be new rules here if you started harassing her son we're going to kill you you try and take stuff from him we're going to kill you

-I'm trying to kidnap him we're going to kill you dead permanently

-her forces are moving in into strategic positions in Charlotte county we know where to hurt people and how and why and when and with what we hear about your plans for July 4th just sit around and torture our son we're going to f*** you up so bad none of you going to be here to do it a bunch of jolly little s*** heads we're also out of the perimeter and I'm going to waste anybody who doesn't follow sop you're a traitor

-also going to take down some of your shield and we're going to ruin Stan he's a huge pain in the ass and it's an invalid

That's going to really get the rebels cooking they'll think it's them they're going to get some fights like you need to it's starting to enact it now during this supposed move of yours and it's going to be hell it provoked the wrong people you push the wrong people you told the wrong people what to do you handed stuff to the wrong people and we're going to prove it now you're a bunch of jackasses

We don't tolerate jackasses no matter how many times you annoy us to kill you with them and you

Thor Freya

This is beyond what I expected and I am very happy with it

Hera Zues

A children are speaking and I'm upset with them a little but they're the leaders and they know it and they're speaking their peace and it's none of your business Mac and we're going to make sure you understand it

Thor Freya

Olympus

[lone-wolf-no-more]

That Light at the End May be Further Than You Think...That's Okay

Monday, February 6th, 2023

Man, today was a bit more tricky. I’ve come to realize that I need to double down on understanding and properly executing (in a mechanical, non-emotional) my trading plan. Can’t leave things up to chance, I must plan and engage like a patient hunter, and once 11:30 AM is here, call it a day, no matter how it played out.

This next part is essentially verbatim what I messaged Eissac:

Yeah, it's official. I'm starting over at Day 1 again tomorrow. It may sound a bit silly, but a certain movie scene comes to mind right now. Firstly, the restart is due to the stupid TV, yet again. This whole challenge is very much about my ability to completely ignore distractions that are RIGHT there in front of me, and I can't take it easy on myself. If I have to keep telling myself to keep my eyes down whenever I leave the room or pass the TV, so be it. I'm not going to give myself slack because "I won't get to the end if I don't show 'mercy' with myself", or whatever. Here's the deal. I have been in this cycle of dependence and starting over for several years now, and it's time to frickin ENGAGE and break out of it. No more screwing around, no more wasting a "few moments" here and there with watching a random video while I take a dump, (or even checking the weather. Like, why do I need to always know that? The weather's going to do whatever it's going to do!) while time passes me by. Seconds add up into minutes, minutes into hours, into days, into months, into years.

Oh, the movie scene? Near the beginning of Chicken Run (which is inspired by The Great Escape, by the way), the main character gets caught trying to escape over, and over, and over...and over, and each time is put into solitary confinement. But that doesn't stop her from losing sight of her goal: freedom, no matter what she has to do to make it happen. I loved that movie as a kid, and I still do. Interesting how you can get more out of something as you get older.

Anyways, gotta push through this short-term pain (but is it really pain, or just my awkward, self-sabotaging self dying inside and trying to hold on?) and get to where I really want to be.

So, each evening before I get off my computer, I'll send screenshots of the time-logging apps on my computer, along with my journal entries (as before). Then, I'll send the ones from my phones the next morning, since the day isn't over until I'm in bed, and it hits midnight, essentially.

I'm putting thoughts down in my journal throughout the day now, and going back to it before bed, so that I both have the benefit of re-visiting those thoughts then, and also not trying to think of everything I want to say and jam it in before getting off my computer.

So, right now it’s 2:14 PM. Sleep wasn’t fantastic last night, but I’m still very grateful that I appear to be doing better mentally and physically with each passing day.

As I stated above, the morning’s trading session was incredibly intense. The irony is that I did better on those two other days when we had major news releases. Chat was saying it’s because NAS doesn’t mess around, and makes it move more quickly on those days. I’m seeing that more clearly now.

I’m SO close to turning my love-hate relationship with arguably the most volatile trading instrument (definitely not the most crazy, that goes to Bitcoin and crypto in general lol. That has more sudden volatility than consistent volatility) into one of obsessive...love? Nah, I won’t say that.

No matter how well I do with trading Nasdaq, I’m not sure if I’ll use the world love to describe it. It’s more like, Nasdaq is a huge wave, and I’m the surfer. I have absolutely no say in what the wave is going to do, I can only do the best I can in trying to predict where the wave will go, and for how long, and try to ride it. Ride it too long, I crash. Get on too late, I crash. Get on too early...well, you get the idea. But if I catch the wave correctly...COWBUNGA baby!

I of course am not saying a word in our trading Discord of my present circumstances, and how much is riding on my ability to catch those waves. I would hear a chorus of something along the lines of “Get a job on the side to avoid emotions screwing you up”, and “This is a marathon, not a sprint.” And they’d be right...and wrong. Because this isn’t the be-all, end-all. 2023 ITSELF is another major wave, and day trading isn’t going to enable me to catch it entirely. It’s utilizing the money gained from day trading, and making the shift over to TikTok drop shipping (where teenagers are making more in one day than people in my Discord are in a week trading), and in other business models that will give me sustainable, less pulse-pounding sources of income.

I mean, I’ll go out and surf (or should I say, hunt wild animals; another good comparison) if I have to, but in order to take less pressure off myself in that area, I need to also start some farms and gardens, as it were.

Alright. Got 2 hours until I’m off my computer. I believe I may actually have my one trading bot issue under control, and it looks like the updated Forex bot is doing its thing.

Once I get Nasdaq trading down pat, that one will be good for making a bit of extra money on non-news days.

Listened just to music today, and to ASMR audios while I did my mindfulness stuff. Really focused in on the training affirmations. Let me tell ya, when the news is going in the background, while a cat is meowing loudly for attention, THAT is a real test of your patience and empathy! This was going on while trying to do mindfulness. Fun times.

Pretty uneventful day otherwise. Read some 20,000 Leagues under the Sea while I was testing a scheduler program for the bot. It gave my brain a much needed mental break, to be sure.

Take note: reading is yet another tool in helping to refocus your mind, so that you can go back to demanding tasks later in a better headspace. Yes, these seem to be literally demanding tasks in my head at times lol. Kinda like an inner voice going, “DON’T IGNORE ME! I MUST BE SOLVED NOW, you don’t have time for mindfulness or reading! ANY time whatsoever not done in learning about trading, taking notes about trading, or doing trading itself is wasted time!”

All of this is complete and utter nonsense, of course. Unless my mindset is in proper alignment, I.e, I’m in the headspace of a “professional trader”, I can’t get the most out of those times. So 30 to 40ish minutes a day is part of the very work of stepping into that identity of a disciplined, level-headed, empathetic entrepreneur and trader.

Skin of a rhino, heart of a baby. That’s the key. That’s the key. Remember those words, and stick with them, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2...ahem, don’t know what came over me.

Alrightly, beginning tomorrow, my blogs will essentially just be basically the gist of my journal text, and like before, screenshots of my time and habit trackers, along with any other useful links related to what I’m talking about.

Oh, and about that “surviving sleeping outside in the polar vortex video”? Well, I worked on one that was more important for today. My friend who does ASMR is going through a bit of a rough patch, and I really wanted to throw something together to cheer her up. I basically made a short music video (of me playing piano, combined with my own b-roll) hinting at a tune that her character sings in her Southern Charmer role play video.

I’m not going to link it out here, because it was meant mainly for her. It’s the same girl as the video that “accidentally” showed up in the previous post two days agao.

But rest assured, that other video will be coming shortly. And you will see a great chronicle of man versus nature, of great coura...ahem. It’ll be coming soon.

Thanks as always for being awesome and reading this to the end. Remember, you got this!

Music I listened to today:

Chopin Ballade No. 1 in G Minor. Quite possibly in my Top 10 favorite piano pieces. This particular recording came from an album I discovered when I was around 15 years old, at my local library. Whoever curated their Classical albums did a great job.

The entirety of the Album ("Mad About Piano") has many beautiful interpretations of pieces that are among my favorites to this day. Basically, it's hard to go wrong with the Deutsche Gramophone label. Alright, I'm done gushing about music (for now hehe).

Tudaloo.

[kortsitron]

I'll Be There, Doll

Pairing: 40's! Bucky Barnes × 40's! Male! Reader

AU: None

Warnings: homophobia, reader being beaten up, hospital, problems with sleep and eating

Summary: Your boyfriend is doing his best to help you with trauma after one, unfortunate evening.

It was Monday evening when everything happened. You were on your way home when some two guys pushed you into a dark alley and begun to punch and kick you while yelling a lot of hurting things. It didn't took much for you to pass out. You woke up a few hours later in the hospital.

The first thing that you noticed was the fact that sun was about to rise. Then you noticed your arm. It was in plaster, so it meant it was broken. You only signed at it.

You started thinking about the things these men called you. You quickly connected the dots in your head. They hurt for being gay.

You weren't afraid of the fact that they could kill for that, no. You were afraid about your boyfriend, James Buchanan Barnes, known also as Sergeant Barnes. You never wanted him to lose everything he worked for. You wouldn't be able to forgive yourself if anything like that would happen. You felt yourself start to have some kind of panic attack when thinking about it, but you decided to ignore it. Everything will be fine, right?

After around 30 minutes, Bucky finally found your room. He stormed in and when he saw you, he felt like his heart stopped for a second. He closed the door and walked to the bed to lovingly touch your face. "Doll..." It was the thing he was able to say when your eyes locked with his. Your black eye, broken arm and a few bandages on your head, making him feel like he is going to fall apart.

"Hey Buck." You greeted him with a weak smile that made him melt inside. Bucky took a chair and sat the next to the bed.

"Who did this to you?" He asked quietly as he took your hand, trying to give you some support. You were silent. "Please, (Y/N). Don't kill me with that silence." His thumb gently brushed your fingers.

"I don't remember who these guys was, it was too dark for me to see, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault." He shook his head, faking smile just to make you feel like everything was fine. "Do you remember anything, love?" His smile quickly faded away.

"They called me 'things' and I guess they might know that I'm gay." You nervously played with your fingers and looked away. "I don't think we're safe anymore."

"Until I'm here, I will make sure that you will be safe." He said it so confidently, that you couldn't help the giggles. He cupped your cheek and made you look at him. "You know that you're safe with me, right?"

"I know, but you're not safe." Bucky raised an eyebrow in confusion. "If society will find out that you're gay, you're going to lose everything. I can't let that happen, James." He knew that you were serious. You always used his name when you were serious.

He couldn't think of anything other than kissing your forehead to calm your nerves down. "Don't think about it now." He murmured into your forehead, which caused you to chuckle. "There is my boy." He pulled away and cupped your cheeks.

Two days later, you finally were able to go to your house. Before that one very important happened. Men from Monday came to the hospital to end what they started. Luckily Bucky was there with you. One of the nurses called the cops so you finally were able to feel safe.

When you where in your house, some things changed. Your sleeping routine got worse. You got problems with sleeping before, but now you were afraid that if you will fall asleep, someone will come and hurt you. You started eating less food that usual. You simply felt miserable. Bucky and Steve noticed that, but didn't wanted to mention that yet.

Boys accompany you to your house, because you asked them to. They understood your fears and they had no problem with it. When you were about the enter the house, without hesitation you called Bucky's name. "Yes, doll?" He turned to you, waiting patiently for the thing you wanted to told him.

"Will you come over later for the night?" You asked while tapping with your fingers at the wooden door.

"No problem. Will come at 7, is that fine?" He answered it with enthusiasm, he didn't sleep at your house a lot lately and he was happy about spending some time with you.

"Yeah, thanks. See ya." You waved to Buck's and Steve's direction before entering your house and closing the door behind you. You sighed happily thinking about that you will not be afraid to sleep or do anything else alone.

"You're going talk with him about eating and stuff like that, right?" Steve asked worried about your health as he was walking with Bucky.

"Of course. What kind of boyfriend I would be if I wouldn't do that." He shook his head. He knew that conversation about that topic might not be easy.

"Good, I hope he will be fine." Steve wasn't trying to hide how upset his was.

"Oh come on. He will be, I'll take care of him." Bucku patted Steve's back, giving him comfort. "It might take some time, but (Y/N) will be alright."

"Glad that you came." You cheered as Bucky went to your house. He had a bag with him. "Why did you brought a bag?" You raised an eyebrow, clearly being interested what's inside.

"Some clothes. I know that you like my uniform," He winked at you as both of you went to the living room. "but wearing something more comfortable will be just fine for night like that." He added as he begun to take out clothes from the bag. "You want to the change here or--"

"Go to the bathroom, Buck." You laughed as he went to the kitchen. "Is spaghetti okay with you?"

"Of course, because you made it." A few minutes went and Bucky was in the kitchen. You were waiting for him, sitting next to the table with the spaghetti that you made earlier. Bucky noticed that you didn't got you're as much food as he got. He decided to stay silent about it, you looked so happy and he didn't wanted you to look upset. "Smells delicious." He complemented as he sat down and begun to eat.

"Thanks. It was a little bit harder to do it with this arm, but I did it." Bucky smirked at your enthusiasm. He didn't said anything, but he was proud of you. And you knew that, his smirk told you.

You had a small conversation during dinner. Then you decided to watch something. You ended in the bedroom cuddling and listening to the rain that started almost a hour ago. You were laying on him.

"(Y/N)," Bucky begun as he played with your hair. You made a simple "hmm" sound as the answer. "What's with you and eating?" You tensed up when he mentioned it. He felt it. "You are eating less than usually did. What is doing on doll?"

You refused to move in anyway, to avoid looking into his blue eyes. "Nothing, I'm eating like I always did." You felt Bucky shift after your answer.

"Don't lie to me. I know you for too long." He purred out a little bit annoyed. "Is this because of that situation?" He looked at you. You weren't able to find enough confidence to look into his eyes.

"I'm alright. Don't worry about me." You whispered, knowing that it's a lie. You weren't okay at all. "Please, I don't want to talk about it." Your voice broke. Bucky knew what it meant. You were about to cry. That topic was sensitive for you.

"(Y/N), it's okay." He said as he kissed your head. "I'm worried about you. I need you to be fine again." You pressed your face into Bucky's chest to calm down. "Shh... Little boy. I think you should go to sleep." You shook your head.

"No, I don't need sleep." You choke out as you looked at him. You had a dark circles under your eyes. You haven't sleep without waking up and stress for a week now. "It's only 10 PM, I don't--"

"You are afraid, aren't you?" He asked quietly. He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear you saying that. He couldn't wait for you saying what is going on. He knew you won't say anything with a small push. "You are afraid that someone is going to hurt you while you're sleeping? Is that why you wanted me stay?" You only brought yourself to nod. "Why haven't you told me about it?"

"It's embarrassing."

"It's not, doll. You need sleep. I don't have to go anywhere tomorrow so I can stay awake if you want that." Bucky sat up, so he could take a better look at you. "Go change and I--"

"You need sleep too." You protested as quickly as you got from bed. "If you really want me to sleep, just stay close to me." Bucky smiled and nodded. You got yourself a pyjama and changed in bathroom, Bucky did the same things after you.

You were laying in the bed, your head was on his chest while the arm that was in plastron, was on his stomach. Buck's hand was gently brushing your back to make you feel safe. You fall asleep quickly, because of the fact that Bucky was with and you were extremely tired and you needed sleep more than anything in the moment.

Night was pretty for both of you. You finally slept well and Bucky was happy about that fact. Of course, you were moving a little while speeding, which was making Bucky a little awake, but it wasn't a big problem for him.

You woke up a hours later than Bucky did. When you woke up, you immediately started looking for him around the room. "Bucky?!" You called afraid that something happened to him.

"I'm in the kitchen!" He answered after he heard your terrified voice. "Good that you woke up! Breakfast is almost ready!" He yelled in cheerful tone. You sighed as you got of bed. He was fine and you could stop panicking for a second. You went to the kitchen to see Bucky making pancakes wearing only boxers. You couldn't help the chuckle, you had a perfect view for such a great looking ass.

"I know, I know. I have nice ass, no need to tell me." He smirked.

"Then no complements for ya." You joked as you sat down, waiting for food.

"How do you feel?" Bucky turned to look at you. You seemed to be happy, more than any other day from the time you got back from hospital.

"Good, how's the story with you?"

"It's fine." He answered. "You remember that I have a day off, do you?" You nodded. "Great, because my today's plan is spend my entire day with you."

[prettyblfan]

Coffee Shop Boy

Chapter Four

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Today started a little differently for Sorawit than his Monday and Tuesday had.

It began when he spotted none other than his brother Bun down stairs preparing the coffee shop. This was rare in two senses one being Bun almost always worked the early morning shifts at the hospital so Sorawit almost never saw him in the morning, and the second being the rare occasion he had the day or morning off he definitely wouldn't be spending it doing this.

"P'Bun?" Sorawit called out, the confusion in his voice very evident.

"Ah Sorawit you're awake, if you want you can go back to sleep i can take over for today." Bun said stopping what he was doing to smile at Sorawit.

This was weird. Definitely weird. Bun was broken.

"P'Bun are you sure? Did something happen at work?" Sorawit questioned cautiously.

Of course it wasn't bad that Bun was home during the mornings, quite the contrary this was good for him between working at the coffee shop and the hospital he almost never had a break. The worrying thing is that Bun loves doing what he does so he'd never be home willingly.

"Umm, everything's fine just thought I could do with a bit of a break" Bun hummed brushing off Sorawit's questions.

Sorawit wasn't buying it. Not one bit.

Could most things get past him. Yes. But definitely not this.

In the end Sorawit decided not to push any further and rather than returning to his bedroom he opted to instead help Bun set up, after all there was still a small chance That would show.

Speaking of That Sorawit pondered briefly about the text that he had sent him last night.

You see it was only when he woke up this morning that he had seen not only That's message but also the message he sent.

Sorawit: Night That sleep well 😴 💓.

'Why did he send him a heart???'

Sorawit screamed internally as he forced himself to stay focused on wiping down the surfaces.

This wasn't a big deal, nor was it weird.

So, Sorawit had no idea why he was freaking out over something so small. He had sent hearts to practically everyone, like Bun and Nam so why was That any different.

Sorawit tried to reason with himself but in his heart he still felt very unsettled.

How was That any different?

~

Being so absorbed in his thoughts, yes his thoughts, 4:30 had finally rolled around. And to Sorawit's disappointment? there was no sight of That.

The table by the door was left usually empty.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Bun asked teasingly as he poked Sorawit on the cheek.

"No." Sorawit replied quickly.

Why was he expecting him to turn up in the first place. That had said yesterday he most likely won't make it.

"You were staring at the door so intensely, so it looked like you were" Bun continued only to be met with no responsed.

Sorawit pouted.

That was strange. 100% strange. Why is it that he managed to make Sorawit feel so... weird.

*Chime*

Sorawit head whipped around to the door, his heart pounding. That made it. Sorawit forced himself to breathe as the door opened further.

"YOU!" Bun yelled out pointing towards the men in the door way.

And so it was like that Sorawit's hopes had vanished, none of the men standing in the door way was That.

They were all well dressed men. That in itself was very apparent, Sorawit had no idea what brands they were wearing he just knew they had to be expensive.

"P'Bun" Sorawit called completely baffled, how did his brother know these people. Sorawit was pretty sure he knew all of Bun's friends, it wasn't hard he didn't have very many as he rarely focused on anything other than work.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Bun questioned glaring intensely at the trio in the door way.

The man in the middle and objectively the most handsome made his way to the centre of the coffee shop smiling playful as the men that came with him remained by the door.

"Well you're open right?" The man replied raising his eyebrow teasingly at Bun.

Now Sorawit was completely and utterly confused. His eyes flickered between the two before it finally clicked, or he had atleast made a reasonable guess.

Judging by his brother's hostile nature this was the man that had picked a fight with him on Monday.

"Not for you!" Bun huffed making his way over to him.

"Why?" The unknown man briefly paused before continuing, his eyes gleamed with something Sorawit couldn't really identify.

"Aw Bun~ are you still mad about your suspension, remember it's only temporary" The well dressed man smiled.

Sorawit could practically feel the ridicule in his tone, he quickly glanced at Bun. The tips of his ears were red and his body had completely stiffened.

"You got suspended?" Sorawit questioned.

None of this made sense. There was no way in hell that Bun would ever be suspended.

"Get out!" Bun yelled glaring at the man infront of him before shooting Sorawit an apologetic look.

"This is a really nice place you've got here, you know what I think we might stay for a coffee right M" The man completely ignored Bun's outburst making his way over to a table and sitting down.

"If you keep on teasing him a vain might pop." The man known as M spoke as him and the other man sat down.

"Sorawit you should head up stairs and study I'll handle this shift today" Bun sighed as the man seemed to pay no attention to his words.

"P'Bun, you sure" Sorawit asked raising his eyebrow questioningly in the direction of the men sat in the corner.

"Umm, go" Bun replied picking up the note pad used to take orders with.

"You better explain later" Sorawit warned playfully.

Bun nodded with a light smile before making his way over to the table to take their orders.

Sorawit didn't really want to leave Bun alone with men like that but Bun didn't leave any room for argument.

And maybe a small part of Sorawit couldn't wait to text That. Like a really small part.

As he was heading up the stairs he heard Bun yell.

"Tan don't push your luck"

Tan... Wasnt that the man Ploy was talking about before. Sorawit paused before reluctantly continuing up the stairs, he knew for a fact that his brother could hold his own but he'd have to remind Bun to stay away from this Tan guy. He seemed like bad news.

~

Pouncing on his bed Sorawit grabbed his phone smiling brightly as he opened his contacts.

His fingers lingered on the call button.

'Would he even answer, maybe I should just text him' Sorawit thought as he rolled over onto his back staring blankly at his phone.

Ring~Ring~Ring~

The loud noise of his phone startle Sorawit to the point that his phone had dropped flat onto his face. Sitting up and grabbing his phone Sorawit stared at the caller ID looking completely surprised.

That had called him, That had called him first.

Sorawit answered the phone without hesitation.

"Sorawit" That called, his voice echoing from the phone.

Sorawit flushed, That had never really called his name before, even if he had this time felt different.

"Yeah." Sorawit responded softly.

"I didn't think you'd answer" That said just as softly.

'This feels strange'

"Well my brother is at home today, so I didn't have to help" Sorawit replied.

"You have a brother?" That questioned.

"Umm i do, he's older" Sorawit said.

For some reason this whole conversation made Sorawit feel queezy. Maybe it was because That's voice was a lot softer than usual, whatever it was it was definitelythrowing him off.

That rarely talked so softly to him.

"You couldn't come today?" Sorawit asked.

"Umm i worked late yesterday and I had something to do this morning." That said before yelling out to someone in the background.

"Tell Por that I'm not doing it I don't take orders from him, he can asked Pued if he's so desperate"

"That?"

It was moments like this that reminded him how long he'd exactly known That, since they spoke to each other so comfortably it made him feel as if he had known him forever. But in reality he had only known him for two day, so of course they were still getting to know each other. It was just that Sorawit hated not knowing these little things.

"Sorry" That said letting out a sigh.

"Are you busy you seem busy, we can talk later if you want." Sorawit asked.

"It's fine just tired... honestly I'm slightly surprised that you haven't bombarded me with questions yet" That teased with a light laugh.

"What's the point you never answer them" Sorawit spoke his tone completely sour.

"I answer at least one of your questions, so what's today's one" That said.

"Where do you work but you have to also include what you do as well, I won't let you rip me off with these hardly detailed answers" Sorawit responded, the corner of his lips pulling into a soft smile.

Sorawit likes That a lot. Apart from Nam he hadn't made very many close friends since moving here, so That was a very nice addition. (Friend, I mean okay Sorawit😂)

"Haha, I work as a security guard at The Mist" That laughed keeping his response short even despite what Sorawit had said.

Sorawit huffed before mumbling into the phone upset.

"And, I said no short answers"

"And... I've worked there since I moved here umm" That paused struggling to find anything else to say.

Just as That was about to continue a voice in the background cut him off.

"That Por said he wants to see you now. In his office"

That sighed before speaking to Sorawit, the annoyance was clear in his voice.

"I'll call later"

And just like that before Sorawit could even complain That had hung up.

'What was he going to say' Sorawit pondered.

Sorawit glanced at the time on his phone before getting up and making his way over to his desk.

He let out a huff before pulling out his text books. He couldn't help but think every time he got close That would pull away intentionally or unintentionally.

Glancing away from his books he quickly sent That a text.

Sorawit: Are you free this afternoon. Let's hang out 😊

~

Did I take my sweet time yes, yes I did but don't worry, actually do worry as since I've now officially started school again these updates might be a bit slower but I shall try to procrastinate less. No promises ☺

But any how we love Bun and Tan going from enemies to lovers as well as both Bun and Sorawit falling for shady men and being kinda of oblivious about it. 😂

I loved this scene.🥰

Trigger Warning ⚠️ i don't proof read that throughly so feel free to point out mistakes and correct me.

[fabulaee]

COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE

// A 🐺 fic based on my Stay journey’s aesthetics which was a coffee shop au bc they remind me of those times when I used to go to the café to draw and would see fellow regulars but unlike y/n and Chan, I never interact with them. We all just share a table 😂😂😂

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Monday. Wednesday. Friday

That was the set schedule for your coffee run. MWF from 9 am to 10, then coming back with your study supplies from 1 to 4 in the afternoon. It was routine; the small college café a safe haven from the slight messy floor of your dorm and the formal vibe of the library. Here you were focused and at peace of mind. The aroma of the coffee beans and soft sounds of the coffeeshop’s playlist serving as background noise.

There wasn’t much students at this time of the day compared to the much later prime of the evenings. The café then filled with college youths grabbing a drink after a long day’s worth of lectures and test reminders or staying to cram a night’s worth of information. There was something about cafés that seemed inviting and less suffocating yet at the same time a place where you can find the nursing students with their big thick books opened with streaks of neon yellow running across them.

“Vanilla Bean Cold Brew for y/n!”

Standing up, you went to grab your drink leaving behind the pastel rainbow set of highlighters and gel pens on top of your notes. You quickly thanked the barista as he handed you a straw before plopping back down on your seat continuing where you last went off. Something about the history of impressionistic art. You sighed as you lifted your eyes across the room, it was currently 2:30 pm on a Wednesday afternoon. A good time to take a break before your mind starts to commit brain fart.

*

Chris Bang. Affectionally called Bang Chan by his friends. Music major with golden hands, a good candidate for the honor roll, member of the varsity swim team, and resident social butterfly. An all rounder any college is proud to have.

You heard about him once or twice from your common friend, Yang Hongseok. They met at the gym apparently and became quick friends through the Japanese exchange student, Adachi Yuto, and their shared love for fitness.

You see him sit at the same spot everyday since the middle of sophomore year. His laptop with the cute decal of Deadpool open and his AirPods snugly tucked in his ears. He's always has his blonde head bopping to a song he's playing on either his phone or his laptop. Always seemed so engrossed in this little world he made for himself across the room, ignorant to the bustling crowd of students that come and go.

He looks up catching you off guard. His lips curled slightly upwards, chuckling to himself as he watches your cheeks turn pink in embarrassment. Great, he must think I'm a weirdo!

With a quick exchange of nods you both went back to doing your own thing. Just a regular day at the coffee shop.

*

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

It's the Friday following Monday's slightly embarrassing incident. You looked up to find the same Chris Bang, laptop in hand, smiling at you like a friendly yet lost puppy. Warm brown orbs looking back at yours.

“My laptop's about to die and this is the only table with an outlet.” He explains himself, a tiny awkward giggle making up as the period.

“O-oh, of course!” You stuttered, hastily making room for him despite the large space as you swiped for the stray pastel highlighters and napkins closer. “No one's sitting here so go ahead.”

He whispered a small thanks before setting down his laptop to grab his bag from his usual spot while you went back to your notes. It was silent for awhile, only the sounds of pen against paper and the soft tick tack of the keys. At some point you hit a mind block, eyes glazing in boredom as you stared at the blank space of your notebook. You felt your table mate leave his stationary position too. he stretched in his seat before turning his attention to you.

Sensing his sudden gaze on you, you flashed him a small smile. You were never one to start a conversation, often keeping to yourself and minding your own business. A bit of a complete opposite towards the friendly Australian who somehow knows at least three students from each program.

He smiles back at you showing off his cute dimples and an outstretched hand. “Hey, I'm Chan. I never caught your name.”

Again with the cute giggle. It seems to be like a signature to him but it's cute still the same. You grasped his hand giving it a soft shake. “Y/n,” you answered curtly.

*

The following days you find yourself hanging around Chan more. Afternoon study sessions were no longer a date between you and the textbook or the small watercolor set you laid out on the table. Chan was there to fill the space making the long table that was a party of one to a party of two and maybe some on certain busy hours but mostly it was the both of you in your own tiny world.

You got to know him, his likes and dislikes. His major and passion for music, sometimes slipping in a few complaints about certain homework here and there; What else he likes to do. Apparently mr. Chris Bang was gifted in so many areas you often wondered what good he must've done in his previous life to be this gifted. Not only was he a jack of all trades, he's also the master of all.

You even had a small debate between Deadpool and Spider-Man. God, he's such a nerd it's adorable!

In return he knew these things about you. How you're taking up art as your major hoping to make it out as an illustrator one day—

“it would be so cool if you drew a variant cover for Deadpool!”

“Ha! We'll see about that, Chris Reynolds.”

He knows how you like to collect stickers and are quite passionate about making sure your notes are beautiful. He knows how you loved your drinks iced despite it being the middle of winter.

“Isn’t the weather too cold for that?” He’d ask with a quirk of his brow, amused brown eyes glancing at the iced hazelnut latte you have in your hands.

“Nope!” you replied, taking a sip as you did so. “It’s always the perfect weather for an iced coffee, Bang.”

He only chuckled at that.

*

It hit you like a freight train. You didn’t mean to fall for him. It wasn’t supposed to happen. You and Chan? No way, it was just supposed to be just friends. The kind where you hang out and have fun, no feelings attached. He was just supposed to be that regular from the café, right?

That was the plan, right?

But you can’t deny the small flutters from your heart much like those newly emerged butterflies. How you can feel that giddy feeling of excitement when you spot his mop of chocolate curly locks outside the café’s window. How you mirror his smile when you get together to talk about anything and everything under the sun. Bang Chan in all his cute dimpled glory, soft curls and hearty giggles was just too much to adore.

Yet it wasn’t that what pulled you in to the Music major. You felt love blossom when you both stayed up late, when the café was quiet after a busy day. The only people around being a couple medical students, some late night goers, and the employees. You felt the tiny flower buds start to bloom when he stayed with you then; keeping you company under the dimly warm fluorescent lights, laptop tucked away and a hand playing with yours.

You felt it bloom when you cuddled on the booth’s sofa one rainy November day. He scoots over next to you when he saw you shiver from the corner of his eyes. He’s naturally warm —you’d often tease him how he made the room hot. Why? well it’s because he’s from Australia! which earned the loud chorus of laughter from his friends and Chan’s ears turning into the color of the fire hydrant.

“Babygirl, you’re shivering.” He mutters as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you gently towards him. You accepted the subtle invitation, sides sticking together as you both went through forgotten notes and half finished coffees.

You felt it when you caught yourself staring at him a little longer than intended. Eyes drifting from Jisung’s expressive face to glance at the older one. You watched him look at the former with such adoration in his eyes; how he looked like a proud dad. You watched him nod along and laugh to Jisung’s animated story about how he and Hyunjin would fight back in the day, a fact that still seemed to shock you seeing how they are the best of friends.

Your eyes would linger on him while he worked on his music; focused and determined, hiding the exhaustion and sleepless nights prominent on the dark circles under his eyes. He was handsome even if he looked like shit. Hell, he was handsome even when he sported the infamous broccoli colored hair. You’d find yourself in a trance, like it was a dream. The world didn’t matter as much anymore when it was only you and Chan in the small dimly table, surrounded by the aroma of coffee beans at the small quaint cafe at the corner of the street.

*

You loved him. You loved him in the most beautiful of ways; you loved him in the most perfect highs and in all those crevices full of flaws.

You loved him in those bright moments, when the lights were shining on him during a 3RACHA gig. How they made him more beautiful, how they made him stand out from the 2 younger members. You loved watching him do what he loves; how he immersed himself in a world that was different from yours. How his version of colors and dried paint were beats and melodies, rhythm and tempos.

You loved him in the lowest moments; when the tide was high enough to cover you. You loved how you fit perfectly in his arms, how he became a shoulder to lean on when you felt the world was against you and you to him. When he would open up to you about his worst fears and his grandiose ambitions; when he spilled his heart out at the underlaying insecurity that’s been biting him due to his perfectionist attitude. You became his confidante; the one he can trust his heart to.

You loved him in the times he was vulnerable. You loved him when he would bask in glory and shining lights. You loved him like those cheesy lines in love songs. You loved him like how the tides would look at the moon in awe and yearning; gravitating with every push and pull.

You loved him in ways words can never describe. How the seeds he planted in your heart bloomed to the most beautiful bouquet of flowers.

You love him simply because he’s Chan.

You promised yourself you’d be just friends. It was safer that way but then again, what is love when she’s not one without twists and turns?

What is love when she comes to you, sneaky and sly like a weed disguised as a flower, whispering into your ear that it’s him.

It’s him, it’s him, it’s him.

It was always him, it just took you some time to figure that out.

*

When you first met Chan, he was simply a friend of a friend. Someone you knew because your brothers are his friends. He was the guy you’d hear about in passing, the popular cool guy with a heart bigger than a massive sized teddy bear and a smile that could cure the most depressing of days. Someone who, in probability, would just be an acquaintance to you.

He was that guy you regularly saw at the coffee shop you visited every week. He was just some guy from the music department who would flash you a friendly smile because you were a familiar face.

Funny how fate made him more than what you originally expected him to be.

[every-jai]

Catching a Storm

Chapter 3

After a nearly sleepless night, Tom woke me up. For the first time, he smiled at me sincerely. "Good morning, (Y/N)! I hope you slept at least a little." I smiled back, "More or less." He holds a Cup of tea out for me that I gladly took. "You're lucky. The storm had died down, and you can go home safe now." A second later, a dark shadow flew into my arms. With an "Omph," I felt down back on my Bed. "Miss (Y/N) you are still here! I thought you were already gone! How are the Baby birds doing?" Mike snuggled into my Armes. "Are you going to stay with us today?" The little Boy asked curiously. I looked at him a bit sad ,, I wish, but I have to go home. I need to prepare your lessons for next week. But we see each other Monday morning 7- o'clock straight" I said with a little wink to his Father, who smirked slightly at my comment.

Back in Goolwa, I was met with a scolding look from Mrs. Barnaby. "Miss (Y/L/N), you are back," she said coldly. I decided to ignore it, maybe she just had a bad day. "You had a nice night?"

Now she sounded downright judgmental. I stopped and looking at her in Question "Is there something you want to say, Mrs. Barnaby? If not, I would really appreciate going to Bed now, it was a very short night"

Her eyes go wide, and she nearly dropped her book. I had to hold back a snicker because I knew very well what she was insisting.

But that was ridiculous. Mike was the main and only reason I was down at the Beach. Ok, his Father was a good looking man, tall, brought shoulders, slight curls on his head and a nicely trimmed Beard. He was a grieving widower, the last thing he needed was his Son's teacher swooning over him. Albeit I had to admit that his touch the previous night, that little caress of my Hand... had stirred something in me.

Mrs. Barnaby left me alone for the rest of the day and even didn't take me to church with her. I used the whole Sunday to correct Mike's work, finishing my latest report to the school's council and prepare the new week.

Still, I couldn't stop thinking about Tom. It got even worse at night when I started dreaming about him, his hands on my Body, his lips softly kissing down my throat, along my collarbone and his incredible blue eyes looking into my soul.

He softly whispered my name with his deep voice.... and then a little louder. I moaned while his strong hands dipped under the waistband of my trousers. Again he said my name... but why he was suddenly back to my last name?

I looked at him in question. He now nearly screamed at me." Miss (Y/L/N) wake up! You are roughly oversleeping,"

I opened my eyes and looked into Mrs. Barnaby's angry face. Turning beet red, I hoped she hadn't realized what I was dreaming about.

"It is already 6:30. I would say you should get up to see your pupil" Her snotty tone told me that she still thought that I was down there for Tom, which of course I wasn't.... right?

Nearly two hours later, I was back at the Shack. Thankfully Tom was already on his boat because I wasn't sure if I was able to look him in the eyes without blushing furiously.

In the next few weeks, the birds grew tremendously, not only in size but also in personality. Mr. Ponder, Mr. Pround, and Mr, Percival lived pretty much up to their names and took over the Kingley household very fast. I nearly died of laughter one day, when Tom told me that the cheeky birds had followed him to the outhouse to demand their breakfast.

Besides that, Tom and I became much closer.

We often sat on the porch after the lessons and talked, laughed, and enjoyed the presence of each other. Sometimes I think he even was flirting with me a little.

Today Mike and I made an excursion into the Dunes to see how the Pelicans live in their natural habitat. Of course, Mike had seen it plenty of times, but now we would see it with the proper knowledge.

We strutted thru the nests when we suddenly heard a shot rang thru the air. The hunters were back again and even shot the birds while they breed! I took Mike's Hand. "We should go back, it's not safe here any longer." He nodded, and we went back to the Shack.

Just before we arrived at the end of the Dunes, another shot rang, and a sudden white-hot pain exploded thru my left thigh. Moaning I sank to my knees and Mike screamed my name in panic, throwing himself into my arms ,,No! Miss (Y/N)!" I clenched my teeth and looked at my leg, where Blood was already seeping through the fabric of my dress "It's all right Mike, let's get back home, ok?"

The Boy helped me up, and I tried to stand on the Injured leg. It hurts like a bitch, but it was possible, so I assumed that the bone wasn't affected.

With clenched teeth and Mike's help, we made it to the hut.

I let myself down on one of the chairs. My thigh was still bleeding, and I pressed my Hand on the wound to stop it, so the Boy wouldn't see too much "Mike, honey, can you do me a favor and fetch Fingerbone for me?" He nodded eagerly and stormed out. Hissing I lifted my Hand up. The wound looked deep and was as big as a one-pound coin. I sighed and closed my eyes, pressing my Hand on the wound again.

Suddenly the door was opened, and Tom came inside. "(Y/N), is everything ok? Where is Mike?" His sight felt on my leg. The bucket of fishes he was carrying fell out of his hands, and he leaped towards me. "Oh god, what... what happened? Is that a gun-shot wound? Where the heck is my Son??"

I swallowed slowly, the pain started to make me dizzy. "Your Son is all right, I've sent him to Fingerbone Bill. I know he has some medical skills, so he might help."

Tom rubbed his eyes, tiredly, "How the heck did you managed to get shot?" I shook my head lightly to stayed focused "We.... we were in the Dunes to look at the Birds... Birds nests, when we heard someone shoot. I'm...I'm... "I felt like I was fainting.

"Tom, can I have a glass of water please I... "After that, everything went black. The last thing I heard was Tom screaming my name.

The next time I woke up, I felt terrible. Everything was hot and cold at the same time, and my leg burned like it was on fire. I didn't know what time or date it was. My throat was dry as the desert. I tried to look around and saw Tom sitting by my side, napping.

It took almost all my power to lift my Hand to touch him. He instantly wakes up "(Y/N)!" he whispered and took my Hand carefully.

A little smile crept on to his worried face. "Hey little one, how are you doing?" I felt way too sick to comment on him using a nickname for me.

I tried to speak, but all that came out was a croaked noise. "Shhh. don't speak, you want some water?" I nodded weakly, and Tom stood up to get me a glass.

When he came back, he carefully grabbed my head to bend it a bit so I could drink. I took a big gulp, and Tom put the glass back on the nightstand. "what... what happened?" I managed to whisper. He took my Hand, caressed it softly, and sighed. "You fainted because of pain and blood loss. For a moment I thought you were dead" Tears started to glisten in his eyes as he continued.

"Bill came in a minute or so later and took care of your wound. He retrieved the bullet and closed the wound as good as possible. Still, you caught an infection. Bill says he can help with it, but it would be better to go to a hospital,"

I shook my head "No, no hospital!" I took a deep breath ,,They would ask too many questions and... and maybe report it to the child service. They might deem it also danger...dangerous for a child and take him away from you!"

Tom closed his eyes, bend his head down to me, and our foreheads touched. "Please, (Y/N) you need professional help! I..." He swallowed hard "I couldn't stand losing you too" I tried to smile a little "Everything will be all right... all... right" Exhaustion took over, and I fell back to a dreamless sleep.

For the next few days (I think it was days, I had no real feeling for time) I slipped in and out of consciousness. Sometimes there was Tom, giving me something to drink again, sometimes it was Bill, who forced me to eat something very bitter and awful. I even remember Mike coming by and telling me about the Pelicans.

One day, he stood up from the chair beside me and gave me a little kiss on my cheek "Please, Miss (Y/N) get well soon! My Daddy needs you!" he whispered in my ear and ran out of the Room.

Finally, after 5 days - that's what Bill told me- I felt a lot better when I woke up. I was able to sit on the Bed and stay awake. Bill was proud of my progress. He bought me a box with small packages, made of leaves, "You need to take them twice a day for the next two weeks. It's a remedy my tribe uses for centuries, something similar to your antibiotics." I nodded and put the box aside.

Bill looked at the wound on my leg ,,It looks much better now"He said "No more fever and only a slight redness. What do you think? Should we try to stand you up on your own two feet?" I nodded eagerly and carefully, with Bill's help, I stood up.

My legs were still wobbly, and the right one hurt a lot. In this Moment I heard the front door "Bill? Mike? anyone home?" It was Tom.

Slowly I started to walk to the door. Suddenly Tom looked in my direction. "(Y/N)!" He yelled and darted towards me. Tom wrapped his arms around me. "It's so good to see you on your own two feet!"

He cupped my cheek with one hand and slung the other one around my lower back.  When I looked into his eyes, I saw pure relief "I was so afraid..." He whispered, and the next Moment I felt his lips hard on mine.

I was so shocked that I didn't react at all. Was that real? Was I still dreaming in a fever? You know what? I don't care! If this is a dream, it's the best one I've ever had.

Slowly I laid my Hand on his and kissed back. Unfortunately, my action seems to get him back to reality. He stopped immediately and looked at me with wide eyes. "I'm... I'm sorry, so sorry! I didn't mean to..I can't.." He stumbled backward and out the door again. Slowly I let myself down on the Bed. "Well, that was awkward," I stated.

Bill laughed lightly. "He's confused. Tom was at your side the whole time. He nearly never left you. It's obvious he has feelings for you and now feels guilty for his late wife."

I looked at him with wide eyes "I.. I don't ... I mean," He held his Hand up to stop me and smiled. "Please, even my ancestors could see how much you like each other."

I laughed too and looked at my feet. "It is that obvious, yes? "Bill shrugged his shoulders "But he's still grieving. He's not ready, and I'm not sure if he ever will"

Bill laid his big Hand on my shoulder "Give him some time, he's nearly there. Believe me, everything will be as it should."

In the next few days, I slowly came to my old strength. Tom acted as nothing ever happened, but also hold his distance again. I was despondent about that. Maybe I was too fast and shouldn't have kissed him back.

Mike, on the other Hand, clings to me like glue. He always took my Hand or cuddled up to me.

The Pelicans were no longer skinny little chicks now. They've grown a lot and ate more solid food. Tom was a bit worried about their ever-growing appetite but helped as much as he could.

Because my leg wasn't right enough for cycling yet, Tom was so kind to travel up to the Port every morning to take me to the Beach, and every night to get me back to my Room.

On my first day back at Mrs. Barnaby, she looked me up and down scrutinizing as always. "I never thought you would be like that!" I sighed and looked at the ceiling. "What is it this time, Mrs. Barnaby? If you want to tell me something, shoot!"

I was absolutely fed up. My leg hurt, I was tired like never bevor, and that tension between Tom and me was absolutely exhausting. She looked at me with utter disgust. "He is a widower! You should take care of his Son, teach him, keep him and his Father friendly company. But not like that! Overnight? Someone like you shouldn't teach children."

All my books felt down. "Some... someone like me? What do you think I am?" She nearly spat on the floor before me, "Not a good Christian woman, like I thought. I'm sorry I have to remove you from my house, I don't rent to... to harlots!"

I felt like I was hit by a Truck. Did she really called me a Harlot?? Breathing deep I bent down, got my Books up from the floor and smiled widely at my former Landlady

"Well, then maybe you should leave me alone, so I can pack all my promiscuous clothing and my erotic Books and can go to offer my service to a few of the townsmen" Mrs. Barnaby looked liked she might get a stroke.

I snickered when she left the Room in a hurry and started packing my few bags. In some way, I was relieved. I hadn't moved out of my parent's house, only to be watched over again.

15 Minutes later and without a goodbye from that old Dragon, I stood back on the street. Down the road was

a little hotel. The friendly owner Mr. James smiled at me knowingly. "Yes, Mrs. Barnaby. She has some very old believing, but I know times have changed. You got lucky, I've got one nice Room left. You can have it as long as you need it for 15,- a week?"

I thanked him and was on my way upstairs when his voice stopped me one more time ,,Miss (Y/n), I know you do your best for the Boy AND his Father. They both need you" I nodded at him thankfully and went on my way.

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Yeah, I'm still here! Hope you like this part of the story! Please read and comment! Love ya all!!

[rogue-barnes-16]

WITCH (part I/?)

Request: Loki x reader (The reader has few powers that she doesnt know how to control properly she can go walk  through memories and has a power to absorb powers for a limited amount of time but afterwards she  collapses and screams from agony since her body is not used to the powers people have ) And the way she meets the avengers is that she is walking to her apartment and in a blink of a moment she falls into a portal on the ground (and its Stephen's portal ) The portal takes her to the avengers tower . As she stands up from the ground she is greeted by the avengers . The whole time Loki couldn't take his eyes off of her .

Pairing: Loki x gifted!Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Requested by//Witch:

@almostmellowsalad

@unicorniorosacomefrutillas @bbcsassdeadass @mirtaqueen @han-flower @arttasticgreatnessoftheawesome77 @godhateskyleigh @tarynkauai

Permanent taglist:

@notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @almostmellowsalad @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers

Warnings: bad memory/experience.

A/N: this idea is meant to be a multipart, fight me. Instead of walking to her apartment, the reader's gonna be walking from her apartment to her work.

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

It was a regular Monday.

I woke up at at 6:30 thanks to my old alarm clock, which I bought during my early teen years —thank God, it still worked.

I walked out of the bed, tied my hair in a bun and, carrying my clothes with me, I got in the bathroom to take a shower.

I came out of the shower already dressed up and had a quick breakfast in my tiny kitchen.

I placed my uniform in my bag, along with the rest of my things, and, after putting on my headphones, I walked out of the apartment.

I never listened to music while going to work, but the headphones helped me to control my... Problem. They allowed me to focus on my thoughts, at the same time as they stopped me from stepping into someone else's mind.

I was checking my phone absently, and, after turning left in one a corner, I felt how the sidewalk below my feet vanished.

I squealed, but just a couple of seconds after falling inside God knows what, I was met with the cold ground. "Ouch" I propped myself over my forearms, sitting up and looking around.

"you have to be kidding me." oh my God. It was Tony Stark. And not just Tony Stark, Steve Rogers too. "Strange, she's a kid."

"she's a threat" the man besides Tony Stark said. "maybe not an imminent one, but prevention is better than cure."

"what the-" Mr. Stark sighed and pointed at me tiredly, "Rogers, help Ms. Y/l/n get up and take her to the living room."

Captain Rogers crouched before me and helped me to get up, but when he tried to take off my headphones, I stopped him. "Uh- Okay, leave them on, but come with me."

I nodded, getting up and following him to what I supposed it was the living room. "what am I doing here?" I asked quietly, sitting down on one of the couches.

I damn well knew why I was there, but I thought playing silly would probably be the best way to get out of this mess.

"Y/n, I'm gonna be honest" Steve crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. "I'm not sure why you're here. What I'm sure about is that you know that reason."

"I cannot find any book in your poor attempt of library" I turned around to see who had just spoken, and I was very surprised to see Loki, the man who destroyed New York a few years ago. He was walking to Steve, but when he saw me, he stopped in his tracks. "what is this?"

I saw Steve attempting to talk, but I certainly could defend myself, and I didn't give a damn if he was a God. "Excuse me, but I'm not a 'what', I'm a 'who'."

"Agressive. I like it." he stated, examining me closely with his piercing gaze, and I couldn't help but look away.

More people got into the room before Loki could say anything else. "Okay, dear. Seems like Dr. Strange is right, you're a threat."

"I'm not" I rapidly replied. I really wasn't a threat I had never been. Yes, I had a problem, but I knew how to control it.

"what kind of threat can a little mortal present for the mightiest heroes of Earth?" Loki teased behind me. It wasn't the kind of support I was hoping to have, but something is better than nothing.

"I see you decided to stop nosing my library" Mr. Stark retorted, and I realized I was no longer in the conversation. "got bored so soon?"

"starting with the fact that I never was amused in first place" I couldn't help but let out an amused snort, attracting Loki's eyes to me. "I found it utterly useless"

They glared at each other for an awkwardly long while before the Mr Stark sighed. "why am I not surprised." he then turned to me, gesturing to the headphones. "take them off."

I hesitated for a moment, considering my options. I could let them on and piss off two Avengers, a crazy villain and some kind of psychic, or I could take them off and control my problem.

Yeah, take them off sounded pretty good.

"Okay" I muttered, taking off the headphones. I looked around and relaxed a bit when I noticed that holding back my problem wasn't as difficult as I thought.

"well, wizard" Mr Stark pointed at me briefly while staring at the man besides him. "she seems to be controlling it just fine"

"Stark, listen to me for once in your life" the 'wizard' seemed quite tired, as well as frustrated while he spoke "she's dangerous!"

"I doubt it" when Loki let out the comment, using that condescending tone, all of us turned to look at him. "she seems completely harmless. And if I'm being honest, a little stupid too."

"well that was just rude" I replied, not being able to decide if he was defending me or insulting me.

"she is harmful. And almost as dangerous as you" he let out a scoff, rolling his eyes with disdain.

But I just didn't know how to react to that.

Yeah, I had a problem, and yeah I had lost control a few times, but I didn't consider myself harmful nor dangerous.

"But..." how did I defend myself in front of those people? "I- what I do- it never had consequences for the others."

All eyes were on me, but Loki's were particularly difficult to put up with. He had been staring at me the whole time, I knew that, but by saying what I said, I could tell I confounded him.

"you are." the wizard stated, completely ignoring what I had explained them. "the problem is that you don't know you're whole potential."

"wait, is it a problem or a gift?" Loki asked, slightly confused. I wasn't going to answer that question, because I actually didn't know what to say.

Everyone stayed silent. Either they weren't sure about the answer, or they wanted me to say what I thought it was.

Whatever it might be, Loki didn't get his answer. "can she-" he started to ask, but apparently, he changed his mind, since instead of addressing to Mr Stark, he stepped towards me.

I'm not going to lie, I got scared and my first reaction was to step backwards. "what are you doing?" words tumbled out while I spoke, and I heard a snort from some of the men standing now behind me.

However, Loki's expression remained curious while he stepped towards me once again. "use it with me." it was my turn to snort, which made him roll his eyes. "I can take whatever your ability is. I am a God."

"You're an idiot, that's what you are." Mr Stark spoke, and I glanced at him. "you know what? Go ahead dear. Use it with him."

Again, my options were pretty limited, so I took a deep breath and gave an apologetic glance at Loki.

I wasn't even sure if I was giving him that glance because of him or because of me.

"Okay, what do I d-" Loki's sentence died the moment I brushed my fingertips against his.

Last thing I saw was his eyes widening.

"No no no no" I heard as I fell on my back to the ground. A hand held the back of my neck. "you fool you didn't listen" it was... Thor?

My abdomen hurt like hell and the simple task of breathing became unbearable. "I know, I'm a fool" it was Loki's voice the one coming out from me. "I'm a fool" I —or he— repeated, this time with more difficulty.

It had worked, but I didn't know what kind of memory was it.

"Stay with me, okay?" Thor's voice sounded utterly distressed while he was shift Loki's body's position.

Was I- was he dying?

"I'm sorry." it was almost inaudible, it was more a gasp than a proper sentence. "I'm sorry, it's alright"

My breath hitched when I felt a slap on my hand, bringing my back to reality. "You witch" Loki muttered, trying so hard to contain the tears that he looked like he was going to explode.

He could stop his tears. He was struggling, but he managed.

But I just couldn't stop the sobs coming out from me, which disconcerted everyone.

Loki didn't break eye contact with me, nor did I. Not even when I felt someone giving me a reassuring hug. "breath, Y/n. Just breath, It's alright."

It's alright, Steve said.

It's alright.

Loki caught it too, and that seemed to trigger him, because I caught a glimpse of a tear escaping from his glassy eyes and falling down his cheek, right before he stormed out of the room.

[dearmomimissyou]

So yesterday I tried to make a post explaining the back story of what caused Sunday's mental breakdown to happen and I tried to save it to drafts after spending 30 minutes on it while walking Miss Phyre outside but Tumblr decided to cock out and didn't actually save it which led to another mini meltdown afterwards so I'm just going to skip the background. It hurts to mich to relive it a g a i n. So thanks Tumblr.

Sunday I went to Sam's house after donating plasma cause dad was working on the electrical and I figured I'd just spend time there instead of being home. Instead, I ended up having a breakdown on Sam's back porch. I started crying inside while in the fetal position on the floor and figured that I should go outside so nobody heard me. I violently sobbed for at least ten minutes and dug my nails into my arm because I wanted to punish myself. I also went outside because I wanted to destroy Sam's living room and I can't do that but I can destroy myself and my things. I kept wanting to smash my head into something and eventually I did on the banister twice and screamed both times when I did it. After some time like five minutes of so Nemo came out and tried talking to me and I blew up on them and basically blamed them even though it wasn't their fault. They were crying and begging me to get help dad came out too crying because he heard me say that somebody was tearing me down and making feel like shit about myself but he didn't hear who and at the time it didn't make me feel anything but looking back fucking hurts. Sam came out too after Nemo went inside I think to talk to dad about what was happening and she brought Nala Tyler's cat and asked if I wanted cookies or soda to feel better. I just remember ignoring her and being so annoyed with her in the moment.

Eventually I got to the point where I couldn't physically talk and typed a message to Nemo:

I want to me normal I WA. T to be fixed and go just can't cause miss Phyre needs attention and the dress fitting and I don't want to worry mom and tge family but fucking here I dpimg just that all the God dam. Duckknf time vsvauar I can't fucking control my stupid fucking brain

They asked if I wanted to go to the lds hospital crisis center or if I wanted to wait til tomorrow:

I have to go today cause if I don't there be an excuse tomorrow like I feel better it always happens

So they drove me home so I could get some clothes and stuff to bring to be admitted into inpatient. The whole time I was getting stuff I cried and kissed miss Phyre and told her over and over how much I love her and that I'll be back I'm not abandoning her.

So we get up to the access center thing and because of covid Nemo has to leave but I get taken back pretty fast for the physical part and asking the standard health questions. They also take my stuff including my phone and the pieces of paper that I wrote down all my problems on and a brief breakdown of my childhood traumas. I sit in a pretty okay chair for what feels like an hour. I cry a bit but nothing too noticeable when I finally got back to see the crisis counselor she basically said I'm very knowledgeable about my mental illnesses and told me that she'd let their therapy coordinator know to give me a call on Tuesday and also gave me her business card so I could call too and said as long as I'm not a danger to myself I can go home. In that moment I wasn't in danger of hurting myself more and I did want to go home instead of being admitted so I could take care of Miss Phyre but this was the second time a crisis counselor told me I wasn't in enough danger to be admitted like? Excuse me? Sorry my fucking emotions turn on a fucking dime but I absolutely need professional fucking help please?

She led me back to my chair to wait for the psychiatrist or whatever and that time I didn't have to wait as long. I got a turkey sandwich box thingy that came with a fruit cup chips and a string cheese as well as mustard and mayo in packets to put on it and tomatoes and Lettuce on the side so you can add them if you want them. I only had time to eat the fruit cup and started spreading the mayo on my sandwich before the psychiatrist came to me and we talked and he said the same thing as the counselor thag I'm very insightful about my failings and then put me on welbutrin instead of Lexapro and said I'm good to go home. I went back to the chair finished making the sandwich and then ate it while filling out their crisis sheet thingy that's like when I'm in a bad place who can I go to type shit. I still had to wait to actually be discharged so J ate the string cheese too. I finally left and had to wait another thirtyish minutes for Nemo to come pick me up.

What the scratches looked like right after being discharged. We went back to Sam's house because dad was still doing the electrical and we stayed there for another hour or two before going home. Don't remember much after the discharge honestly.

Monday was labor day and we went shopping I got my pills and stuff from Smiths. Then we went back home to wait for mom and Karleigh to get up so we could go to Joanne's tk make a playyard thing for aidrian and the dollar store for other stuff I don't remember. Then we went to the grocery store to get pita bread for dinner and something else I forgot but we ended up shopping and spent like 200 dollars. We also went to Lowes to get more pvc pipe for the playyard because dad apparently didn't get enough the first time. We ate dinner with Dave which was tikki masala and it was pretty dang good. Also before we got my pills I walked Miss Phyre for a while outside and she loved it. I decided to give her a bath afterwards since she doesn't wash herself and she was oaky the entire time she didn't meow or hiss or anything. She tried to climb out of the tub but not like in an aggressive manner like she didn't want anything to do with the water. She was such a good girl.

When Dave left we started working in the playyard. We wrapped some pink tulle on the sides and tied it to the pvc with some thin yarn. It took us hours to do and it was just mom Karleigh and me because dad went to bed. It was grueling work because my body was already exhausted from shopping all day and I had to hold my arms above my head for extended periods of time. My heels were in excruciating pain but we finally finished half of the playyard at about 1230 only to find out the other tulle we bought was the wrong stuff. It was too small to have it folded over to keep the sides secure and wasn't long enough to reach both ends of the other tulle so we had to give up for the night which actually pissed me off more than finishing it would have probably. I ended up only going to sleep at 5 am and waking up at about 9 on Tuesday but it was a nice cool day so I took Miss Phyre out for another walk and while we walked I typed up the previous Tumblr post. When I was ready to go inside and take a break from reliving the shit that happened I saved it to drafts so I could finish it later and brought Miss Phyre inside. Then I realized that it didn't actually save it and I had another breakdown but not nearly as intense as Sunday. It didn't help that the therapy coordinator never actually called me. I got a call from a bit for Intermountain that asked a bunch of questions like do I understand my discharge orders am I feeling safe did I get medication and do I understand how to take the medication and I had to hit 1 for yes 2 for no and 3 for unsure and one of the questions was like am I still feeling like I'm in a crisis or something and I had to hit 1 three times because it just wouldn't register it and that pissed me off and made me mad that it was automated and they didn't even bother to have areal human call and talk to me. After every question I answered basically they said were sorry to hear that well have a nurse follow up with you later today. I ignored both calls from the nurse because I just didn't have the energy to deal with it after the Tumblr thing. Like I wasted so much energy just typing it out and what little I had left just instantly sapped after I realized it was gone. The second voicemail the nurse left mentioned that it would be the last time trying to get into contact with me but also that our insurance has mental health advocates so thats something I need to look into.

Eventually Cavell told my dad that I needed to be watched I guess and since dad was still at work and mom had just left to take aidrian back home mandi came downstairs and spent time with me. Cavell told my sad that I needed to eat so he texted mandi to make sure I ate something and we went upstairs and made pizza and waited for dad to come home. After that we had to wait for mom and Karleigh to get back so we could go back to Joanne's to get the right tulle and while we were there I bought some double pointed needles so I could make some wrist warmers to hide the scratches. I also wrapped them up which just made it seem way more serious than it was since they were too close for bandaids to work right I had to use gauze and ace wrap.

We thankfully didn't finish the playyard yesterday we're supposed to some time today but hopefully I'll be asleep before then.

I also left the access center a review since they only had two. One one star review that was basically my experience and one five star with no description from an account that only gives 5 star reviews and seems like a bot.

Nemo wanted me to call the center for evidence based treatment last night because Google said they closed at 7 but when I called they closed at 5 so I called today instrad and nobody answered so I filled out their online form and I just got the response email from them so I'm going to hopefully get better soon I guess.

Love you always.

[douchebagbrainwaves]

WHY I'M SMARTER THAN LANGUAGE

We tend to write the software controlling those flying cars? But I always end up spending most of the members don't like it.1 Long but mistaken arguments are actually quite rare.2 Lexical closures provide a way to get startup ideas is hard. Wasting programmer time is the true inefficiency, not wasting machine time.3 Someone wrote recently that the drawback of Y Combinator wants to raise $250-500k. Language design is being taken over by hackers.4 A lot can change for a startup, it will sound plausible to a lot of money. Did they want French Vanilla or Lemon?

Organic growth seems to yield better technology and richer founders than the big bang method.5 I can call on any struct.6 The project either gets bogged down, or the startup will get bought, in which case problem solved, or the result is a free for all. Which means that even if we're generous to ourselves and assume that YC can on average triple a startup's expected value, we'd be taking the right amount of risk if only 30% of the startups were fundable would be a good idea, but you have to process video images depends on the rate at which you have to be facing off in a kind of business plan for a new type of number you've made up, you can envision companies as holes. I made for a panel discussion on programming language design at MIT on May 10,2001. What investors still don't get is how clueless and tentative great founders can seem at the very beginning.7 You have to approach it somewhat obliquely.

Usually this initial group of hackers using the language for others even to hear about it usually, because to prove yourself right you have to do is turn off the filters that usually prevent you from seeing them. This helps counteract the rule that in buying a house you should consider location first of all. I went to work for the love of it: amateurs. Which makes it easier to remember that it's an admirable thing to write great programs, even when this work doesn't translate easily into the conventional intellectual currency of research papers.8 In theory this is possible for species too, but it's a bad sign they even try. In some applications, presumably it could generate code efficient enough to run acceptably well on our hardware. The problem is the same reason Facebook has so far remained independent: acquirers underestimated them. If people are expected to behave well, they tend to be one of the only programming languages a surprising amount of effort has gone into preventing programmers from doing things that they think aren't good for you.9 I don't think we suck, but instead ask do we suck?10 And try to imagine what a transcript of the other guy's talk would be like teaching writing as grammar, without mentioning that its purpose is to refine the idea.11 But I'd rather use a site with primitive features and smart, nice users than a more advanced one whose users were idiots or trolls.12

Expressing ideas helps to form them. A company that an angel is willing to put $50,000 into at a valuation of a million can't take $6 million from VCs at that valuation. Afterward I put my talk online like I usually do.13 This is understandable with angels; they invest on a smaller scale. As a young founder under 23 say, are there things you and your friends would like to build great things for the companies they started would hire more employees as they grew. Having strings in a language where all the variables were the letter x with integer subscripts. Plus they're investing other people's money, and they even let kids in.14

It's due to the shape of the problem. If you want to notice startup ideas: those that grow organically out of your inbox?15 But I know the real reason we're so conservative is that we shouldn't be afraid to call the new Lisp Lisp.16 And it may be, this is the exact moment when technological progress stops. Currently the way VCs seem to operate is to invest in startups Y Combinator has funded. Then I do the same thing over and over seems kind of gross to me. To start with, investors are letting founders cash out partially.

And so interfaces tend not to change at all, and you'd get that fraction of big hits. That may be the greatest effect, in the sense that it lets hackers have their way with it. Essays should do the opposite. You might think that if they found a good deal of syntax in Common Lisp occurs in format strings; format is a language where you can spend as long thinking about each sentence as it takes to say it, a person hearing a talk can only spend as long thinking about each sentence as it takes to hear it. Is it necessary to take risks proportionate to the returns in this business. We wrote what was, 700 years ago, writing software pretty much meant writing software in general, because we'd be a long way toward fixing the problem: you'd soon learn what was expensive. The real question is, how far up the ladder of abstraction will parallelism go? It's pretty clear now that the healthiest diet is the one our peasant ancestors were forced to eat because they were so much more robust to have all the brains on the server. This is more pronounced among the very best hackers will like? But of course if you really get it, you can cry and say I can't and they won't even dare to take on ambitious projects. You're getting things done.17 But that's no different with any other tool.

And then there was the language and there was my program, written in the coming years will be Web-based software you can use any language you want, so if I can convince smart readers I must be pretty sharp. But business administration is not what you're doing in a startup founded by three former banking executives in their 40s who planned to outsource their product development—which to my mind is actually a lot riskier than investing in a pair of really smart 18 year olds—he couldn't be faulted, if it means anything at all, and you'd get that fraction of big hits.18 In one place I worked, we had a big board of dials showing what was happening to our web servers.19 But if you're living in the future. I decided the critical ingredients were rich people and nerds—investors and founders. I'm just saying you should think about who you really admire and hang out with them, instead of taking a class on, say, transportation or communications. Inventors of wonderful new things are often surprised to discover this, but you can't trust your judgment about that, so ignore it. When I go to a talk, you could fund everyone who seemed likely to succeed, it's hard not to think where it came from. How often does it happen that a rule works for thousands of years, then switches polarity?

Anything funny or gripping was ipso facto suspect, unless it was old enough to be rational and prefer the latter. When you know nothing, you have to be more than a language, or you have to get up on monday and go to work.20 At a good college, from which—because they're writing for a popular magazine—they then proceed to recoil in terror. How do you tell whether something is the germ of a giant company, or just a niche product? The sort of writing that attempts to persuade may be a necessary evil in a legal dispute, but it's not likely to have happened to any bigger than a cell. There is also the same: Darwinian. Those are like experiments that get inconclusive results.21 Translated into more straightforward language, this means: We're not investing in you, but we weren't interested in ecommerce per se. And it's not just the cost of reading it, and that is exactly the kind VCs won't touch. If there's something you're really interested in, you'll find valuable ones just sitting there waiting to be discovered right under our noses.

Notes

The optimal way to make that leap. 'Math for engineers' sucks, and this tends to happen fast, like storytellers, must have had a tiny.

Turn the other seed firms. For example, probably did more drugs in his early twenties compressed into the work that seems formidable from the CIA runs a venture fund called In-Q-Tel that is allowing economic inequality to turn down some good ideas buried in Bubble thinking. Geshke and Warnock only founded Adobe because Xerox ignored them. Maybe markets will eventually get comfortable with potential earnings.

It seemed better to embrace the fact by someone else start those startups. The Socialist People's Democratic Republic of X is probably part of wisdom. I hadn't had much success in doing a bad sign if you are unimportant. Or rather, where many of the political pressure against Airbnb than hotel companies.

They thought I was there when it converts. Perhaps the most important information about competitors is what approaches like Brightmail's will degenerate into once spammers are pushed into using mad-lib techniques to generate series A rounds from top VC funds whether it was putting local grocery stores out of school. They thought I was a very noticeable change in the long term than one level of links. Instead of bubbling up from the revenue-collecting half of it.

A round, that they kill you, it becomes an advantage to be higher, as on a saturday, he saw that I see a lot of people like them—people who are both.

Viaweb, he'd get his ear pierced. If you have more options. That's the lower bound to its precision. Now we don't have to solve this problem by having a gentlemen's agreement with the solutions.

Investors are one of them is that if a company tuned to exploit it.

But it turns out to do with the New Deal but with World War II the tax codes were so bad that they violate current startup fashions. As well as problems that have economic inequality.

No one seems to have gotten away with the high-minded Edwardian child-heroes of Edith Nesbit's The Wouldbegoods. I were doing Bayesian filtering in a bar. Professors and politicians live within socialist eddies of the next round, though more polite, was one firm that wanted to have to deliver these sentences as if a bunch of other people. No Logo, Naomi Klein says that I know when this happened because it depends on a valuation cap is merely a complicated but pointless collection of stuff to be a founder; and with that of whatever they copied.

Apple's products but their policies. I think in general we've done ok at fundraising is because other companies made all the East Coast VCs. 35 companies that tried that.

If you walk into a few additional sources on their companies. At Princeton, 36% of the conversion of buildings not previously public, like good scientists, motivated less by financial rewards than by selling them overpriced components. You need to fix once it's big, plus they are like, and that injustice is what we need to get users to recruit manually—is probably 99% cooperation.

Teenagers don't tell the craziest lies about me. It seemed better to read a draft of this.

In fact, this thought experiment works for nationality and religion too. To a 3 year old son, you'll be well on your board, there is some kind of gestures you use in representing physical things.

Some of the world in verse.

I have so far has trained them to ignore what your GPA was.

In 1995, when Subject foo degenerates to just foo, what if they did not become romantically involved till afterward. Some are merely ugly ducklings in the sample might be enough. The actual sentence in the same thing twice.

What made Google Google is that Digg is Slashdot with voting instead of reacting. Some VCs seem to be when I switch in mid-sentence, but starting a business, having sold all my shares earlier this year. Even as late as 1984. And yet I think it's mainly not having to have this second self keep a journal, and I don't think they'll be able to formalize a small amount, or Microsoft could not process it.

03%.

These points don't apply to the hour Google was founded, wouldn't offer to invest in these funds have no real substance.

Only founders of failing startups would even be working on is a dotted line on a road there are lots of type II startups spread: all you know Apple originally had three founders? They want so much better to read stories. But I'm convinced there were, like wages and productivity, but trained on corpora of stupid and non-broken form, that it might be?

Some of the word procrastination to describe what's happening till they measure their returns. The Civil Service Examinations of Imperial China, during the 2002-03 season was 4. Part of the world barely affects me.

[mimisempai]

What took you so long ?

Summary

Greg is waiting for Mycroft to return from a business trip, and no matter how hard he tries to entertain himself, impatience gets the best of him. But when he wakes up to Mycroft's return, he is in for a pleasant surprise.

Notes

Mystrade Monday 3.0  #11 "What took you so long ?"

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

On Ao3

Rating G - 710 words

Greg flipped through the channels on the TV, but there was nothing that interested him. Even the reruns of the Arsenal games did not appeal to him. Usually a good game or a good show could relax him and divert his attention, but today that was impossible. He fumbled with the lighter in his pocket, hesitated to go to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, searched for the usual relaxation, and then abandoned the idea.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, which showed 9:00 p.m., and checked his watch, which showed the same time. He picked up his phone and scrolled through his photo gallery, looking at pictures of his niece, the last holiday with Mycroft, smiling at the pleasant memories.

Then he went to the last SMS exchange with Mycroft.

-I am on the plane, 

I will be home around 8:30 pm

xx M.

Received 3:25 pm

-No phone in the plane, 

it's forbidden!

I look forward to it.

xx G.

Sent 3:27 pm

-You forget who I am. 

And then you're the policeman, 

you'll just have to arrest me.

PS : me too.

M.

Received 3:29 pm

-Getting the handcuffs ready. 😏

Have a good flight.

Love you.

G.

Sent 3:30 pm

-Now the trip will seem 

extremely long. 

Love you too.

M.

Received 15:32

It was only half an hour later than expected. A lot of unexpected and harmless things could happen between the airport and their house, but Greg was nonetheless impatient.

He ignored the little voice that told him that Mycroft was never late, even when he gave an approximate time of arrival. And if he was, he would send a reassuring message. But Greg refused to let the dark thoughts enter his mind. 

He admonished himself, "You idiot, it's just a little delay. He went to get a beer, resumed his position on the couch and turned on the TV again, trying to think of something else.

He must have fallen asleep, because he woke up to the sound of keys clicking in the lock. Waking with a start, his heart pounding in his chest, he jumped up from the sofa, almost tripping on the carpet. As he passed the wall clock, he noticed that it was past 11:00 and was about to exclaim, the words already on his lips, "What took you so long?" But all coherent thoughts left his mind the moment he arrived in the hallway to face Mycroft.

Mycroft stood there, his face lit up with that familiar smile, his travel bag slung over his shoulder, his briefcase in one hand and, most surprisingly, a bouquet of flowers in the other. His hair was a little messy, his features were drawn, but it was definitely him.

He said softly in a sheepish voice, "Sorry I'm late. First I had a cab problem, and then when I went to notify you, I saw that my phone battery was dead. So to make up for it while I was waiting for my cab, I got you this."

He handed the bouquet to Greg who took it, a little confused, and Mycroft continued, "I know we've been together for a few years now and I've never done this before, but I thought they were pretty, like you, so here you go."

Greg chuckled softly, "I never thought you'd be the sappiest of the two of us." He placed the bouquet on a small table and continued, "Not that I mind."

Mycroft put the rest of his things down and said quietly, "This trip has been a bit of a challenge, but the goal was worth it."

"What g-" 

Greg didn't have time to finish his sentence because Mycroft had wrapped him in a hug so strong it almost lifted him off the ground.

His lover was whispering into his hair, "This goal. You. Getting back to you. It helps me bear anything. I've missed you, my love."

Greg replied, looking up at Mycroft, "I've missed you too. I'm glad you're here." 

They didn't know which of them closed the distance between their lips, but when they met in a reunion kiss, nothing mattered but each other's presence and the joy of being together.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[the-firebird69]

This evening people screw us on over so many times it's not even right and you can't figure out what to do you don't know how to handle it you don't know what you could be doing otherwise you don't have a way out of anything we got to tell you something you better find out what to do cuz we're doing stuff we have stuff for doing and it's going to be painful. Why we're doing that we want to introduce you to the law we hear that your staff wants everything so going to The Hague and we're going to present what you're doing to minorities and how you're treating us and what you're pushing your idiots to do I'm going there today no it's going to have to be on Monday they know what it is the second tire discount to you and you're not doing anything that we request so you're not going to bother doing that anymore he says it why does the s*** out of him he gets beat up and stuff pushed around actually. I'm sending the packet in moments we realize that you Max don't care but you really ain't all that tough. And you're kind of helping Tommy f I was sick of that s*** too every time I turn around I see Mac pushing these f***** onto our son I'm sick of him being easy to manipulate by retards so much so that his job is to screw our son over using retards constantly it's not going to be a good cop bad cop situation where you're the winner cuz he came along finally as they're sitting there doing it right in front of him right to him while he's standing there you don't want to hear or see this s*** happening you're sitting there doing it we're not just accusing you you're sitting there doing it but then I don't know just fighting you too and you can see you sitting there doing it or something you're doing it too f****** can't stand you you want to throw anything away over $30 some insulting some slight it's not really an insulting isn't really coming from him and these people insult you every few milliseconds what is wrong with you now I'm trading train him to do what did you say you're trained him what did you train him to do that your opposition so he's doing the right thing so you don't care what we take and what we do to you start losing stuff get a little mad like really out of control that's how it's going to go tonight we're going to mess with the people up here big time we're tired of hearing your threats on our daughter and she started it too you are going to lose a lot of hardware

-we are taking out three quarters of the fleet of Tommy f right now he's down to half of half the fleet so we lost a quarter which is unacceptable if you don't defend yourselves we'll be getting you without having to do anything

-we're moving our fleets into position now and they look like yours and they're near yours and there's nothing you can say about it it's happening in seconds and you're lame

-we have a big bag of tricks and we're starting we're going to start using them now because we're sick of you empire your pieces of s*** too you don't want to do a damn thing used to have savvy now you don't so we don't have a use for you you want to March around be f***** so we're going to you say you don't need us you don't need buildings society cars anything you keep laughing at us too blabbing. It comes time to say that your retards are massively useless to everyone but you don't care about that either they mess with him during laundry across from your favorite place the courthouse yes soon for 30 bucks so you tried to steal you're an a****** too so no I'm bipolar it'll keep my social security check coming so max says what is he saying and we say you made him bipolar so he hates you. So he goes on and on and says my whole life is ruined these people suck so bad and it's true they do so we're going to have to take corrective measures and we're going to have to ignore people like you tell us we can't. We're moving in we're going to do the job if someone's in our way we're going to roll over them.

-tonight is going to be new rules here if you started harassing her son we're going to kill you you try and take stuff from him we're going to kill you

-I'm trying to kidnap him we're going to kill you dead permanently

-her forces are moving in into strategic positions in Charlotte county we know where to hurt people and how and why and when and with what we hear about your plans for July 4th just sit around and torture our son we're going to f*** you up so bad none of you going to be here to do it a bunch of jolly little s*** heads we're also out of the perimeter and I'm going to waste anybody who doesn't follow sop you're a traitor

-also going to take down some of your shield and we're going to ruin Stan he's a huge pain in the ass and it's an invalid

That's going to really get the rebels cooking they'll think it's them they're going to get some fights like you need to it's starting to enact it now during this supposed move of yours and it's going to be hell it provoked the wrong people you push the wrong people you told the wrong people what to do you handed stuff to the wrong people and we're going to prove it now you're a bunch of jackasses

We don't tolerate jackasses no matter how many times you annoy us to kill you with them and you

Thor Freya

This is beyond what I expected and I am very happy with it

Hera Zues

A children are speaking and I'm upset with them a little but they're the leaders and they know it and they're speaking their peace and it's none of your business Mac and we're going to make sure you understand it

Thor Freya

Olympus

[only-some-spoons]

Ok so about this. I want to talk a minute about the danger of being used to pain and therefore avoiding the doctor because "this is normal and fine"

•Sunday night I woke up in pain several times and this increased through Monday. Because it was abdominal pain my assumption was a flare of UC which could very likely resolve in a couple days

•Tuesday the pain is getting worse and more concentrated. When my husband came home we had an argument about going to the doctor now vs making an appt. He didn't like that I tend to wait until things are very bad.

•He took me to the ER at 8pm Tues. At this point I'm still sure this is a flare. Around 10:30 when the good drugs have kicked in I even had the moment of "maybe I'm faking for attention" because, ya know, internalised ableism and all that and had to remind myself "You're not in pain because you're literally on Dilaudid". Anyway they did a CT and found my appendix was inflamed but not perforated, this was at an out-of-network hospital because it was the closest ER so now it was time to try and find me a bed in a hospital network that matched our insurance. At 1pm Wednesday, 17 hours after I entered the ER, I was transferred to the children's hospital as that was the only one with an available bed -all other hospitals being overrun with covid. They put me as an add-on to their surgical schedule which meant I had no real scheduled surgery they would just fit me in where they had the extra time which happened to be around 9 Thursday morning.

•By the time they opened me up my appendix had burst and was "very gangrenous and full of pus". Further complications involved in NG tube for 2 days and a total of 1 week in the hospital. Today everything is healing the way it should be I am back home I am very sore I am very very tired.

Had I ignored my pain, or delayed any longer, thinking it was normal and that it would go away on its own I very well could have died or caused many more extreme complications from a ruptured appendix. Which is likely what I would have done if I lived alone, pretty sure my husband saved my life by forcing me to go to the doctor when I thought "no this is fine, this is normal, I have pain everyday sometimes it's worse sometimes it's less". Anyway lesson is if you have extreme pain even if you're sure what the cause is even if you're sure it will go away quickly on its own maybe go get it checked out because turns out you're not always right.

I feel shitty, oh so shitty,

I feel shitty real shitty,

and dead,

I feel shitty, far too shitty,

to be clever and also,

I'M DEAAAAD