#like wow if i didn't have this girl like screw me over bad so i ended up making a discord server to connect with other queer women

[srrybabe]

do you ever think about how like one small action, even if it feels insignificant, it makes overall a HUGE impact on the trajectory of your life? and you won't even realize it unless you really sit there and connect the dots.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

new year, new chaos | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

summary: it's a brand new year and with it, there's a lot more chaos around the corner.

double the trouble masterlist

"Oh, bollocks..."

You stare at the pregnancy test in your hands, frozen in disbelief. The tiny bathroom suddenly feels too small, too hot, too much.

The newfound nausea that you've been plagued with for weeks? Well, that mystery's solved. But now your stomach churns for a completely different reason-- sheer panic.

"No, no, this cannot be happening. This can't be right, can it?" You mumble, pacing back and forth. The words on the digital test stare back at you, bold and unrelenting.

Pregnant.

"God, it was that damn stupid vodka," You whisper, eyes widening in realisation, "Oh, man. I'm never drinking again. Never. I swear."

A sharp knock on the door interrupts your spiral.

"Monkey?" Keira's voice rings out from the other side, "Is that you in there? What's taking so long? I need the bathroom!"

"Uh, fu... Just a sec!" You scramble, wrapping the test in layers of toilet paper like it's some incriminating piece of evidence and hide it behind your back, "I'm... I'm comin' out now." You yank the door open, flashing an unconvincing smile.

Keira takes one look at your pale, panicked face and frowns, "Geesh, you look a bit worse for wear. Did we party a bit too hard last night, eh?"

You shrug, trying to play it cool, "Uh, maybe, I guess so..."

"Wait a minute," The older girls' eyes narrow as realisation dawns, "You didn't drink last night, you were practically drinking J2O all night... Oh my God, Monkey! Are you--?"

"Shh!" You hiss, grabbing her arm and dragging her into the bathroom before slamming the door shut, "Okay, listen, I need to show-- Actually, no, I need to tell you something."

Keira arches an eyebrow, "Alright, hit me with it. What's going on?"

You sigh, running a hand through your hair, "I'm late."

"Late?" Keira repeats, confused, "Like for something? You should really keep a better track of the time..."

"No, late late. My period," You clarify, cheeks burning.

Keira's eyebrows shoot up, "How late?"

"Like... Four or five days," You admit, scratching the back of your neck with your free hand.

"Oh, that's not too bad. It could be nothing. It could just be stress--"

"It's not," You cut her off, sheepishly pulling the test out from behind her back and unravelling the tissue. The words "4 weeks pregnant" are still there, glaring at both of you.

Keira's jaw drops, "Fuckin' hell-- Are you... Are you serious?" She asks in a hushed tone of voice.

"I mean, unless this test is lying..." You trail off, shoving it back in the bin like you can make it disappear, "I need your help, Auntie Kei. My mums are gonna kill me."

Keira lets out a low whistle, shaking her head, "Wow. Okay. Uh... Right. First of all, breathe. Second, we'll figure this out."

You groan, sinking onto the toilet lid, "I'm so screwed, aren't I?"

"Well..." Keira smirks, "I'm not the one who has to tell Leah Williamson that she's gonna be a Nana before she's 30."

"You're not helping helping!" You snap, burying your face in your hands, "I... I don't know anything about babies! What if I drop it or something? And my career-- God, it's all over!"

Keira crouches in front of you, her tone softening, "Hey, relax, Monkey. It's gonna be okay. You're gonna figure this out, alright? You're not the first footballer to have a baby. Your career isn't over. And as for Leah..." She pauses, her smirk returning, "Well, good luck. But hey, I'm here for moral support."

You groan again, completely muffled behind your hands, "I'm dead. I'm completely dead."

“How did it happen?” Keira asks,  her voice a mixture of concern and curiosity.

You exhale shakily, glancing away for a moment before speaking, “The night we won against Bayern. Me and some of the other girls went out for drinks to celebrate…”

You vividly recall the night – Champions League group stages: Arsenal Vs. Bayern Munich.

“Be sensible, and don’t drink too much!” Leah warned you before you got into the Uber with some of the other girls, all of you heading to the club, “If you need me to pick you up, text me, alright?”

Leah had opted out of joining the team for the night, choosing instead a quiet evening at home with Buddy and the rest of her family. 

But you? You were feeling on top of the world. The win was secure, and the celebrations were already in full swing.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be grand. I’ll see you in a bit!” You waved her off, climbing inside the Uber and flopping down on the seat beside Kyra, “Next top, we’re goin’ the club!”

You, Kyra, Laura, Alessia and Vic ended up staying out long after the others had left the club, swept up in the thrill of victory. You were high on adrenaline, letting loose after weeks of intense training in preparation for the game.

But now it was over, and you could celebrate. 

And damn, did you celebrate that night.

“Monkey!” Kyra’s voice called out from across the bar, “Ere’, go on an have another shot of this!”

You glanced over, shrugging and grabbed the shot. You throw it back in one go, grimacing instantly, “Er, that’s absolutely rank. What is it?” You ask, rubbing your throat.

“Vodka,” Vic grins, slapping you on the back, “Drink up, and I’ll get us another one!”

“Eh, why not?” You laughed, having too much of a great time to really take note of the effect of the alcohol in your system, “Ugh, it burns the back of my throat, but damn, that’s good. Next rounds on me!”

You remember how the drinks flowed freely that night, and laughter filled the air. For the first time in a long while, you felt completely at ease. The pressure of football, the endless expectations – Gone, at least for that night.

You lean back in your seat, remembering, “God, we were all so drunk. I barely even remember what happened after that.”

At some point during the night, you’d found yourself outside, leaning against the wall, drink in one hand, vape in the other. The buzz from the alcohol clouded your judgment.

And then he walked up.

You didn’t even catch his name, and as far as you were concerned, he was just another lad who’d joined the party – A friend smile and flirtatious wink, and before you knew it, you were talking, laughing, and then…

A kiss. Just one. That somehow led to more, a mix of adrenaline, vodka and whatever else that made you lose control.

It wasn’t planned, and it definitely wasn’t intentional. It just… happened.

Now, sitting here with Keira, the panic begins to settle in. All you can think about is that night – The stupid decision, the heat of the moment, how everything can change in an instant.

You grimace, suddenly remembering a faint detail from that night, “You wanna know the worst thing I found out?”

“What’s that?” Keira quirks an eyebrow.

“The lads’ a Spurs fan,” You mutter, pretending to gag at the thought of it, “I don’t know what I was even thinking goin’ there.”

Keira lets out a low chuckle, shaking her head in amusement, “Oh dear. I wish you good luck with that one then,” She teases, her tone light, though there’s an underlying sympathy.

You bury your face in your hands, groaning, “My mum’s gonna kill me alone on that, never mind the fact I’m pregnant.”

“I never realised how quiet it is around the house without the girls being here,” Elle remarks, swirling a glass of wine as she lounges on the sofa with Leah tucked up beside her, while Keira sits nearby, sharing a rare moment of calm.

Keira has decided to extend her visit for a few more days before heading back to Spain, stretches her legs out lazily, and nods in agreement.

“Monkey’s still here though, right?” Elle adds, glancing toward Leah.

Leah hums, sipping her drink, “She’s upstairs.”

“Oh yeah, but she’s watching Marvel. You won’t hear a peep out of her,” Keira chimes in.

“Enjoy the peace while it lasts, babe,” Leah jokes while leaning back into the cushions, knowing it won’t last long in the house.

“Indeed,” Keira chuckles, “It’s a rare thing when the double trouble duo are together” She states with a smirk.

However, the quiet doesn’t last long.

“Mum! Have you seen my iPad charger?” Your voice echoes from upstairs, “I can’t find it, and my iPad’s about to die!”

“And there’s the peace ruined. That was quicker than I anticipated it would be,” Leah groans, reaching for the remote to pause the show just as the doorbell rings, “Oh, and there’s the door– Chinese is here, Monks’!”

You would usually jump at the chance to eat Chinese food, but tonight, the smell wafting from the kitchen hits you wrong. The scent of the egg-fried rice turns to your stomach, making you feel queasy.

“Thanks,” Leah exchanged pleasantries with the takeaway driver, bringing the hot steaming food into the kitchen, “Monks’! Are you coming to eat?”

“She might have her headphones in,” Keira notes, walking into the kitchen.

Leah hums, beginning to open each one of the containers to dish everything up onto the plate, “She’d better hurry downstairs, or it’ll be cold,” She moves to grab the plates out of the cupboard, “Monkey! The Chinese is going to go cold if you don’t hurry up!”

“I’m ere’,” You mumble, the faint whiff of food instantly making your stomach churn, “Um, I’m not feelin’ all that well, I don’t want to eat that much…”

Leah frowns, looking at you suspiciously, “We ordered your favourite. What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t know, I'm just not feelin’ well I guess,” You admit, shrugging your shoulders as you avoid her look, “I might just skip dinner if that’s alright? I don’t think I can eat much.”

“You do look a bit pale, Monkey,” Elle observes, concern flickering across her face.

“You haven’t eaten much all day,” Leah arches her eyebrow, dishing food onto a plate, “Just try and eat something, and if you can’t stomach it then that’s okay.”

“I don’t know if I can,” You look at the plate in hesitance, “I think I might just be comin’ down with something…” Your words trail off as the overwhelming smell finally sends you rushing to the bin.

“Whoa,” Leah is immediately alerted, abandonding the food and rubbing your back as you retch, “Easy, my girl. Take it easy.”

Keira grabs a glass out of the cupboard and fills up a glass with water “Here, Monkey,” She says, handing it to you, “Just take small sips, okay?”

You do as instructed, taking small sips of water until you start to feel better.

“There we go,” Leah murmurs, continuing to rub your back, “Do you feel better?”

You nod weakly, “I’ll feel better when I’m not near the food. It’s making me worse.”

“Wha… What’s going on?” Leah’s brow furrows, beginning to get suspicious, “You usually love Chinese food, and now all of a sudden it’s making you throw up. What gives?”

“I don’t know,” You mumble, avoiding her gaze, “I think I’m just unwell…” You try and avert out of the kitchen, but Leah’s quick to react and stop you.

“Not so fast,” Leah’s tone sharpens, and she crosses her arms, “Monkey, I know you. You’ve been acting differently lately. Talk to me, what’s going on?”

“Don’t be mad,” You whisper, voice trembling.

Leah furrows her eyebrow, “Monkey…”

“Please, please don’t be mad…” You beg, somewhat fearful about the blonde’s reaction.

“Spit it out, Monkey,” Leah urges, her voice softening, “Whatever it is, we can handle it. You just need to tell me what’s going on.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, hesitant to speak, “I’m… I’m pregnant.”

“What?” Leah stares at you, stunned, “You’re what?”

“I’m pregnant,” You repeat, barely above a whisper.

Leah’s mouth opens and closes as she tries to process, “Wha–How… How did this even happen? I mean, I know how, but… I didn’t even think you had even had your first kiss yet!”

“Mum!” You exclaim, embarrassed, very much aware Elle and Keira are still in the kitchen as well, even if Keira already knew.

“Leah, come on,” Keira interrupts, biting back a laugh, “The kids’ 19, she’s not a nun.”

“Wait,” Leah’s gaze inched in on her best friend, “Did you know about this, and you didn’t tell me?”

Keira holds her hands up in the air, “I only found out this morning, but it wasn’t my place to say anything, Le,” She tells her, “This is Monkey’s news to tell you.”

Leah blinks in disbelief, “I… I can’t believe this–  I thought you were into girls?”

“Yeah, me too,” You retort, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly, “I guess not…”

“Well, clearly not,” Leah mutters, exhaling a sharp sigh, “Is this your idea of experimenting? I mean it’s a little late, isn’t it? You’re not even on anything–You know, you could have talked to me about this, and we could’ve gone to the doctor together–”

“Mum!” Seriously?” You cut her off, tears stinging your eyes, “I’m freakin’ out right now… It’s all over. My career is over. My life is over.”

“Oh, no, my girl,” Leah’s expression softens instantly, stepping forward, wrapping you in a hug and resting her chin on your head, “Your life isn’t over. Sure, things are going to change… You’re going to have a baby, and well, you can kiss goodbye to the next 18 years of sleep, but…”

“You’re not helping me here!” You groan into her shoulder.

Leah chuckles softly, pulling back to meet your eyes, “Don’t worry, my girl. There’s nothing to be scared about. We’ll get this all figured out, alright? You don’t have to do it alone.”

You look at her sceptical, “So… You’re not mad? You’re not going to kick me out?”

“What? Why would I be mad?” Leah shakes her head, “Shocked, yeah. But mad? I could never be mad at you, my girl. Never. I’m here for you. We both are, and you don’t have to worry about ever being kicked out. This house is your home, for you and the baby as long as you want to live here.”

“I still have to tell Mama,” You murmur in realisation, anxiety creeping back in.

Leah hums in agreement, “You do.”

“Can you help me with that one?” You ask, wearly.

“Oh no,” Leah says quickly, holding her hands up, “This one’s all on you. You have to tell her, Monkey.”

Keira grins, “New year, new chaos, huh?”

You shift nervously, one foot to the other, “Alright, uh… I guess I have other news to break as well.”

Leah raises an eyebrow, “What could possibly be worse?”

You wince, preparing to speak again, “The lad I slept with is a Spurs fan,” You blurt out before bolting for the door.

“YOU WHAT?” Leah’s shout reverberates through the kitchen.

“Oh, I think that went well,” Keira snickers in amusement.

“Monkey, you get back ‘ere right now!” Leah yells, “What do you mean he’s a Spurs fan? Are you joking me?” She asks, emphasising the team name for dramatic effect.

Keira shakes her head, still laughing, “You took that worse than the fact you’re gonna be a Nana before you’re 30,” She jokes, “Nana Leah has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

Leah’s eyes widen in horror at the realisation, “No, no, absolutely not! That’s not happenin’!”

You flop back down on your bed, leaving Leah in her mid-panic about the news. Despite her reaction, a weight feels lifted that you don’t have to keep it a secret from her anymore.

Now, you just have to tell Jordan.

“Well, no time like the present,” You mumble to yourself, grabbing your phone from where it’s buried under the covers. Scrolling through your contacts, you tap on Jordan’s name and wait for the call to connect.

“Hiya, little one,” Jordan’s familiar voice greets cheerfully.

“Hi, Mama,” You reply softly, biting your lip. The usual comfort her voice brings feels overshadowed by nerves.

Jordan immediately picks up on your tone, her brow furrowing on the other end, “What’s the matter, little one? Everything okay?”

“Umm…” You hesitate, gripping the phone tighter, “I have something I need to tell you.”

“Oh?” Jordan’s voice is calm but curious.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, “Uh, are you sitting down?”

“I’m not, but should I be?” Jordan jokes lightly, trying to ease the tension she senses, “What’s going on?”

Your heart pounds as you swallow the lump in your throat, “So, uh… The thing is… I’m pregnant.”

There’s a pause on the line.

“Right,” Jordan finally says, her tone a mix of shock and disbelief, “Are you… Are you sure?”

“Crystal,” You confirm with a weak laugh, “The positive test in the bin confirms it.”

“Wow,” Jordan exhales sharply, her usual composure faltering, “Alright, wow… So, you’re pregnant.”

You nod even though she can’t see you, “Yeah.”

“Have you told Leah?” Jordan questions, curiously.

“I told Mum just before I called you,” You admit.

Jordan hums on the other end of the phone, “And… How’d she take it?”

“Better than I expected, honestly. I mean, she was shocked, but she wasn’t mad. Although…” You trail off, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Although what?” Jordan prompts, sounding more grounded now.

“I think she took it worse when I told her the lad’s a Spurs fan,” You confess,  bracing yourself for the reaction.

Jordan groans on the other end of the line, “Oh, for God’s sake, Monkey. Could you have not chosen literally anyone else?”

“Apparently not,” You quip, grimacing at the fact that you willingly slept with someone who supports that team, “Trust me, I almost gag at the thought of it. This baby is going to be a Gooner.”

Jordan chuckles in response, “Well I think if Leah has anything to do with it, it definitely will be,” She states, “Other than that, how are you feelin’?”

“I’m… I’m getting there, I think I’m over the shock of it now,” You admit honestly, “I was a bit terrified to tell you both, but now that you both know, I feel better. Less alone.”

“You’re never going to be alone, little one,” Jordan assures you firmly, “We’re always going to be here for you, and for this baby as well. No matter what.”

Her words bring a lump to your throat, but this time, it’s one of gratitude, “Thanks, Mama.”

“Always,” Jordan says softly. Then, with a playful edge, she adds, “But seriously, Monkey. A Spurs fan? What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t,” You reply sheepishly, “I was so drunk… I’m never touching Vodka again.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” Jordan laughs in agreement, “Alright, we’ll talk more when I see you, okay? Try to take it easy for now.”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to put the skydiving on hold for now then…” You joke with a laugh, finally feeling a bit lighter, “I can’t believe that I’m going to have a little rugrat of my own.”

© scribblesofagoonerr

[pinkaditty]

HI i love your works sm ,,, and i really love the way you write it just brings out soemtnhign in me ,,, but hear me out on leo kurosagi angst where leo keeps insulting pc and pc just took it well until he said something sensitive (maybe sth ab the way she eats? or sth abt her face etc etc) and hurt pc's feelings and he didnt feel bad when pc cried , but when he saw pc going over to sho and sho giving him dirty looks he feels remorseful but he didnt want his pride to crack so he blamed pc , and then when pc started avouding him he started mocking her but in the inside it hurt him and his pride slightly , afterwards he found out he actually has genuine feelings for pc but denies it , until he found out pc is now his bff's gf WOW i NEED him humbled 🤗🤗🤗

Pavlov's Ghoul (Leo Kurosagi x Reader x Sho Haizono; Tokyo Debunker)

hey anon this existing is UR FAULT. (ilysm ty 4 the idea) and i hope u don't mind that I added my own little twist 2 it... hehe! even if u didn't expect me 2 write anything u can't drop a fresh, juicy steak of an idea like this and expect me not 2 salivate and tear it 2 shreds via writing it out.

OMG also TYYYYYYY IM SOSO GLAD U LIKE MY WRITING YIPPEE!!!!!!!!! i hope this is up 2 ur standards anon

a/n: why does this exist? blame anon and my inner need 4 a bitchy boy 2 be humbled amen! also i feel like i've completed my tokyo debunker rite of passage... ive finally written leo angst... nirvana at last.

summary: leo gets fuckin pavloved LMAO! considered calling this "ecstasy" or something bc of the pill line but ohh my god "pavlov's ghoul" hit too hard i fear.

cw: this isn't dark imo but be warned as this is just a little bit crazy, the most insane kind of yearning ive ever written maybe. implied sexual encounters, multiple sexual innuendos, and some odd behavior. MINORS DNI AS PER USUALLLLLL!

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Sho's kind, reasonably so. Leo knows this. Sho also has an infinite store of deeply repressed anger. Leo also knows this. It's the reason he's in Vagastrom, after all. A deep, roiling anger that seems to eat at him if he doesn't have an appropriate outlet to balance his mood. That's why he's such a good cook, why he's so good at fighting, why he's got an excellent sense of balance and rides his bike smoother than anyone else he knew. He's using these things as outlets for his anger. It's not Leo's fault that the occasional outing to trick and deceive another sexually repressed rich old man for money is something else Sho seems to derive stress relief from. And it's not Leo's fault that Sho continues to stick around with him after those jobs are done. It's never been a problem for either of them, as far as he can tell. At least, there were no problems until Little Miss Inspector showed up.

Suddenly, Sho didn't want to lie anymore. Suddenly, Sho wanted to go as far as to address you with the proper honorifics, ask for your help with setting up his food truck, and even generally spend time with you outside of that. And for what? Some trembling, scared, pathetic girl that knew nothing of the world of anomalies prior to her curse? Some girl doomed to "die" in less than one year, no less? He couldn't understand the kindness Sho showed you. It made no sense, nor any difference. You'd be dead soon, so what did it matter?

It's got to the point where he's begun to randomly put you down with petty insults and biting remarks. They usually consist of things like "Oh my god, even preschoolers know Anomalous Biological Basics! Come on Inspector, is your head screwed on right? Not even the Captain is this stupid." or "You remember your ability is useless when we need it, right? You'd be nothing more than a burden on missions if you can't even control this power. " or even "God, you're such a basic loser. Can't you find something else to do with your free time instead hang around Sho like a lovesick puppy? You're starting to look like that dog that's always around Kagami." and worse insults. He gets the occasional sidelong disapproving glance from Alan or even a slight furrowed brow from Sho, but it didn't matter to Leo. So long as he could slowly plant seeds of doubt in his fellow ghouls and put you down to satisfy his ego, even an odd look was negligible.

He couldn't even stand looking at you. The uniform they'd chosen for you was awful, didn't even highlight your curves. He hated the way you styled your hair, and always thought he could totally do it better. The way you seemed so relaxed around other ghouls pissed him off, why couldn't he be good company? He found you repulsive, unable to resist glaring at you from the corner of his eye whenever he could. He had to get rid of you somehow. He would never admit to feeling threatened by you; instead choosing to focus all that energy into believing you were simply throwing a wrench into his plans to live an easy, get-away-with-anything university life.

It's all come to a head today. Leo thinks he's had enough of seeing you at the food truck after hours, chatting it up with Sho. It's like he can't even catch this guy alone anymore. Before he knows it, he's made a beeline for the truck. His brand new shoes scuff on the brick path in his rush, and eventually begin to stain green on the grass, his brisk stride tearing through the verdant lawn. He tries not to let his anger show on his face, but it's evident in his posture and pace. He forcefully sidles himself into the conversation, leaning on the service counter next to you, not even waiting for you to finish speaking before he pipes up. "Wow, here again, huh? And here I thought a basic bitch like you would know her place! That mouth of yours must be good for something if he keeps a chatterbox like you around."

The chill settles into the air almost immediately despite his candid tone and relaxed, smug smile. He's so focused on your reaction that he hardly notices the look Sho gives him, twisted with displeasure and confusion. He watches as you visibly falter, your lopsided smile fading into a barely-there frown. He stares, unrepentant, laughing internally. This was the reaction he wanted.

He turns towards Sho and raises an eyebrow at his look. "What? She can take it." Sho's expression visibly wavers, and Leo fully expects him to back down, as he usually does. But instead, Sho turns to you and his face grows pale. Leo rolls his eyes, assuming Sho is totally overreacting, and turns to you. He stiffens at your visible tears. Okay, totally not what he expected, but come on. This was the insult that made you cry?

Leo notices Sho is at your side in record speed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and gently drawing your hunched form away, giving Leo a harsh look. Leo simply scoffs. As far as he was concerned, your reaction was pathetic. It wasn't going to stop him from having any fun.

This. Under no circumstances should this hurt. At all.

Leo had noticed you'd been avoiding him. You would slink away if he so much as entered the same room as you. You wouldn't look him in the eyes if he approached, keeping your expression impassive. Sometimes you'd just outright ignore him. It was beginning to become a bit of a nuisance. He couldn't properly mock you if you weren't there to witness it happening, or didn't give him the reaction he wanted. It was odd. When he faced these feelings head-on, it almost felt like he wanted your attention somehow, even if he didn't quite want it to feel like that. A nagging feeling told him that maybe he went too far with his latest insult. He didn't want to admit that, but something told him he did. It was in the way both you and Sho acted around him.

Sho was missing a lot of Leo's calls lately, sometimes not even bothering to call back. Leo partially understood, what with the food truck business booming and all, but he didn't appreciate being made to wait for his own best friend who's usually at his beck and call. Not to mention the flat, terse responses he would get from Sho more often than not nowadays. Leo knew Sho was miffed with him from last week's incident, but as far as Leo was concerned, things still ended in his favor. He hadn't seen you around Sho much anymore, which means he could go back to how things were. No more pesky little honor student to reign upon his days any longer! Sure, there was the biting underlying feeling that maybe he'd screwed things up, but one ride on the back of Sho's motorcycle, going wherever Leo wanted as per usual, and he was living the dream again. No way everything would change over a silly, insignificant insult.

For a short while, he begins to get bolder, openly mocking you when he does come across you. His originally surface-level remarks become rather personal, even using your eventual death as a way to tease you. From "You know, I'm surprised you haven't done anything to change up that unflattering look, considering you're dying soon. Ever considered dressing up a little? You might get some attention before you die." to "Hey, Little Miss Inspector! With the number of men you talk to around campus, I'm surprised nobody's written you off as a whore yet!", and worse, of course. He continues to get no such reaction out of you, and it frustrates him to no end. Why couldn't you just frown? Shrink away? Or even retort something just as scathing back to him? Your lack of entertainment towards his endless ridicule reduced his motivation, and slowly, it ended up dying off. Soon, he left you alone altogether, not talking to you unless necessary, mimicking your actions. In a way, some part of him hopes maybe this will be what gets your attention. Even if he can't quite admit to himself that your attention, regardless of whether it's positive or negative, is what he wants.

It's late, but Vagastrom students don't go to bed until far later. And Leo needs a favor.

His crushing lack of success in garnering any sort of attention or reaction or rise from you had driven him to a point. He didn't want to apologize to you or anything, but this new habit of you ignoring him was beginning to stoke his displeasure. In his pondering, he remembered how easily Sho captured your gaze and wondered if maybe he'd have any idea of what Leo could do to at least put an end to this stalemate.

Leo's reluctance shows in the way he drags his feet on the path to Sho's room, less than eager to confront him for his opinion on something so shamelessly trivial. Why was he wasting his time with this anyway? Surprisingly, the lack of a solid answer to that question did not stop his trek. A twinge in his chest told him he knew exactly why he was "wasting his time".

In the month it had been since he'd made you cry, the nagging feeling had only gotten harsher. His mind kept flickering back to the shock of your tears and how he'd not bothered to consider it much further. An uncomfortable guilt had made itself known starting then. He never really expected you to cry; he just wanted a mild reaction. He wanted your eyes on him, flashing with anger, just for a moment. Your ire was a saccharine pill laced with ecstasy that he'd gladly crush with his teeth to speed up his high. Maybe it'd be too much to say he got off on it, but he enjoyed the way you used to roll your eyes at any comments from him a little more than he cared to admit. Now, he wouldn't even get that. It'd be rare for you to so much as make fleeting eye contact with him, not that something as small as that would be enough for Leo. Part of him was willing to accept that maybe, he'd gone too far. Maybe. But how else was he supposed to monopolize your attention when you give that out so freely? To his best friend, even?

He didn't know it was possible to covet something so terribly. He found himself wondering why he couldn't catch your attention in the same way as the other ghouls? In his quest for the same attention you gave so freely to the kinder, softer ghouls, he found another version of your attention. It was negative, but it was attention nonetheless. Your sweet, honeyed rage seemed to fill his cravings and then some, so he continued to devour it under the guise of "chasing you away" or "putting you down" or "satisfying his ego". In truth, for whatever reason, there was a rather bothersome and persistent envious longing, a covet, for your attention. Leo wants to vomit. A part of him denies it still, pushing his needless feelings to the back of his brain. He had something to do, and he ought to focus on that. What good would mere wallowing do?

He makes it to Sho's room and almost considers turning back. He stares at the door, his expression morphing into a complicated look. He shifted his feet, his slippers sliding against the floor. It was quite clear he really did not want to do this. At all. He sighs and grumbles indignantly, putting his head in his hands in an attempt to gather some courage. This couldn't be that hard, right? Just in, ask Sho a question, get an answer, then out. The only reason this was easier said than done was just because it could potentially show Leo was capable of feeling remorse, which would make this conversation leagues harder than it needed to be. He shakes his head and straightens up, preparing to knock, when he notices something.

Sho's room was... unusually quiet. Usually, Leo almost always heard some loud music or a cooking show running in the background, but he couldn't hear anything this time. Sho couldn't possibly be asleep. As late as it was, the only person who Leo knew for a fact could stay up past him was Sho, regardless of how much sleep he had gotten. There was no chance Sho was asleep. Believe it or not, Leo doesn't like to spy on Sho. But curiosity overwhelms him. What could he possibly be doing that would render the whole room in silence?

"Haxs," he whispers, listening closely.

The first thing he hears is the cling-clanging of Alan hard at work on a car in the garage. Not the sound he was meant to be focusing on. Then he hears endless jeering and loud insults shouted, though they're all muffled like they're underground. Another pit fight? Still, not the sound he's looking for. He sifts through the sounds he hears before he settles on the one coming directly from Sho's room.

Voices. Groaning, strained voices. The sound of wet skin against wet skin. Panting. Sho's panting, specifically. He could tell by the slight nasally tone of it.

Leo felt his face gradually warm. Christ, of course it'd be this he'd be up to. Leo muffles a laugh into the collar of his pajamas, keeping his hand clamped over his mouth as his body shook with mirth. When he finally calms down, he slinks off to the corner down the hall, and hides himself there, shamelessly still listening to it. Sho's a sly dog. Leo certainly didn't expect him to be getting up to anything this soon. He leans his body against the wall, crossing his arms and drumming his fingers on his arm, waiting for Sho to finish. He smirks to himself, as though enjoying the vocal show.

...

He had to admit, whoever he was with had gorgeous moans. He'd have to ask Sho if he'd be willing to pass this girl's number. He could use a couple things to get his mind off of you.

...

Okay, he had to stop listening to this now. He lifts his stigma and holds his hands over his ears for good measure, partially trying to hide the furious red blush across his face. As pretty as that girl's moans were, he was not going to listen to his best friend's climax. No thanks. He huffs out an impatient breath as his cheeks cool down, leaning his back against the wall, leaning his head back until it hit the wall with a dull thump. Now he just had to wait it out. He knew damn well Sho would never let a girl stay over. He'd never hear the end of it from yours truly, Leo.

Leo's right. It isn't long before he hears the door to Sho's room click, and hears murmured voices travel down the hall. He smirks, rushing down the hall in the opposite way, so it doesn't look like he was listening the whole time. He listens, waiting for a cue of some sort.

"Shame you have to go, you know." Sho's voice. Laced with relief, pleasure, and a thick tiredness. Leo's skin crawled. He could practically feel the smile in Sho's voice.

"It's not so bad." The girl responded with a light and playful tone, her voice seemingly much more put together than Sho's despite all that moaning. The voice sounded oddly familiar, but Leo brushed it off. Must be someone he shares classes with. "I've got things to do anyway. But it was nice to spend some time with you, Sho." Eagh. Leo internally hopes this girl isn't the type to get easily attached.

"...Yeah. Same to you. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Finally, he heard the girl's footsteps trailing down the hall, heading in his direction. Leo hurriedly pulls his phone out of his pocket, making sure the screen was bright as he flipped through the latest trends. He made a point of not looking up until he heard the footsteps nearing him.

He looks up, prepared for a simple glance, but ends up being rooted to the spot.

It was you. Of course, it was you. Who else would be taunting enough?

Despite himself, his gaze remains glued to you, his head turning as you walk past him. For a moment, Leo thinks you're just going to ignore him again. Then, suddenly, your gaze meets his in a flash, and he stiffens, almost out of fear. The way your eyebrows crease and the way your lips twitch downward almost makes him salivate. You were clearly displeased to see him. Even so, he notices you don't slow down, continuing your way down the hall, not bothering to crane your neck to look at him.

Leo remains rooted to the spot, watching your figure as you leave. His jaw hangs open slightly, his chest heaving with shocked breaths. His eyes are wide open, pools of gold reflecting your retreating form. His hand trembles as he holds his phone, the latest trends left neglected in the wake of a single mean-spirited glance from you. He feels his heart pound mercilessly in his chest, as though confirming what he'd tried so desperately to deny.

All at once, anger and arousal seem to grip him simultaneously. Anger at himself for feeling arousal from a mere negative glance from you. He couldn't possibly have craved your attention so viscerally he'd happily accept mere scraps. And yet here he was, a lap dog, watching you as you leave as though silently begging for another glance, another chance to watch your eyes burn with that familiar, delicious anger, another meal to satisfy his starved heart.

For a moment, he would have gladly followed you, and pestered you to death, just to irk you and become a willing victim of your wrath. Anything... just for that attention.

a/n: wow. no stop why am i kind of in shock at the poetic lines i kinda think i did a great job! but 4 whatever reason it's always the writing i think was total shit that does actual numbers *sob*

aghhhh in any case. no i don't have an excuse 4 this. my requests are still technically closed. i just... couldn't help myself... so consider this a freebie. regardless though if u like my writing feel free 2 fill the fuck out of my inbox idnc i love hearing from y'all.

also TUMBLR KEEPS TURNING OFF MY REBLOGS!!!! GRAH!!!!!! tumblr hates me y'all they keep catching on2 me 4 writing porn :( so please if u really wanna show appreciation and tumblr won't let u reblog, leave a comment! those make me happy :)

anyways. usual note that i adore likes, comments, and tagged reblogs!! please tell me how much you like my writing, i love to hear it and it keeps me going! until next timeeeeeeee!

EDIT: I FORGOTTT QUICK EXPLAINATION: im assuming everyone knows pavlov's dog and the whole classical conditioning theory. this story is basically that mixed with the mere-exposure effect.

neutral stimulus: mc's presence

natural response: leo's arousal/excitement

response-producing stimulus: mc's anger

mere-exposure effect: psychological effect in which a like or dislike of things is developed merely due 2 familiarity.

[beerofmight]

Injured type of love

Short disclaimer: this is my first fanfic I ever wrote, I was thinking should I publish it and then I told myself screw it what is worse that can happen, feel free to give me some advice because I have absolute no experience in this, I hope you will enjoy and I haven't done it too bad. <3

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it was a warm Friday, normal day for y/n, most basic boring day at school but y/n was looking forward to see one person from his class, Natalie Scatorccio. He had crush on her for long time, he heard a lot of awful things from other students but he didn't believed in that and used to defend her whole time.  Y/n was a player for male team with Ben as coach, so it wasn't pretty common for them to have practice together with yellowjackets. Y/n spent day trying to figure out how to be with Nat more outside school, maybe he can ask Lottie when is that party she was talking, even that he wasn't guy that goes to parties he wanted to try everything just to reach Natalie. Day passed fast and y/n was ready to go to practice.  Ben whistles "Alright boys, its Friday and we don't have a game on Sunday so I wanted to enjoy a little, lets play against yellowjackets,  I'm going to coach Martinez, if something happens Misty is watching over there, don't be to harsh and enjoy".  y/n have to do something new if he want to impress Nat. y/n found his motivation and with few easy dribbles he was again one on one with Van, this time he faked shot, passed next to them and scored easily. Yellowjackets equalized result, Nat founded Jackie open and she scored, y/n looked at her and she smiled to him, next possession for y/n team was a corner kick, y/n blocked van , but after he felt hands on him and *BOOM he bumped his head on woodwork, on the floor his vision was blurred and his head hurted like someone hitted him with baseball bat, his vision returned and he saws Natalie tearing face and Misty, y/n told them he is fine, but as he tried to get up, wave of dizziness was there. "are you sure you are alright" Misty asked, "I am feeling dizzy a little", "that's not a good sign y/n, I think it would be best if we take you to the locker room and I can see what's wrong" Misty commanded Lottie and Van to take him to locker room, y/n saw Laura lee comforting Nat, poor girl blamed herself for what happened. In the locker room, Misty diagnosed Y/n have concussion, not that bad but still he wasn't able to run anymore. Lottie proposed that y/n rest for some time and she can drives him back home, after practice y/n heard door opening, firstly Laura Lee entered

"hey y/n are you feeling better, you hit your head hard we were all scared"

-"yes Laura im feeling a bit better, Misty gave me some medicine".

"Thats nice to hear, anyway someone is here to see you, can i bring her here?" who is there y/n asked himself, but then he recognized black jacket and blue hair, Nat was running to hug him, but her eyes were red, was she crying?

"Y/N im so so so fucking sorry, I never wanted to hurt you! Im so fucking sorry, is there something i can do to apologize?

-"hey Nat, it's ok it's not your fault"

"but i pushed you, oh my God im so stupid.."

-"i told you it's not your fault, you didn't mean to push me direct on woodwork, you wanted to keep me away from goal"

"hey y/n, now that we are alone i have something to confess. I know i always act grumpy around and you maybe think that I hate you and I'm really sorry, I always hear other kids talking bad things and I thought if I am too close to you they are going to talk shit about you too and I wanted to keep you safe, I always feel that I'm only hurting people, thats why I push them away from me, you are just like Lottie always trying to be kind to anyone and I really adore that.

-"wow, that makes sense, thank you for telling me this Nat and you are not hurting people, Van always told me how you defend her always and Lottie told me that I'm right about your brighter side which is not shown because this shitty school and shitty town. If you are not going to talk with me in school, can we maybe hang out more after, somewhere more private."

"we can try, but first lets take care of you today, Lottie is outside waiting in her car, we can drive you back home"

-"That would be nice, I think i have empty house until monday so if you want you can stay, I hate empty place and silence"

"that would be nice, I didn't wanted to go home anyway.

Lottie was really out waiting in her car, they had a slow ride back home, without music because Misty said y/n can be sensitive more than usual on louder voices or lights, when they arrived, y/n leaned on Nat and she carried him to couch. They realized that there isn't much things to eat, so Nat ordered pizza, they were lying in blankets in dark, Nat asked:

"I have a question y/n, I always see you hanging with 2 persons mostly, not messing around on parties and not messing around with girls, do you have girlfriend? I'm sorry if its too personal I-I just wanted to know."

-"I don't have that much friends to be honest, outside of school I spend more time with coach Ben than other people, some girls think that I'm attractive but their behaviour is just so bad, you act like you are going to kill someone but atleast i know you wouldn't go around just judging everyone, so no i don't have a girlfriend. thanks for offering help today, that pushed me back in reality and I know that some people actually care. Nat noticed y/n teared a bit and went to hug him immediately.

"thanks for opening yourself y/n, thanks for trusting me, if it makes you feel better, I feel almost same as you, the reason I always look like I want to kill someone and Im not opening to anyone, I was with one boy from baseball team, stupid baseball team, he acted like he care, until he took me to a party and get me drunk, then slept with me and then news spread around that I slept with whole baseball team, I haven't go to school in weeks and people started looking at me like I'm some kind of animal. Then you came into my life and I didn't want to hurt you." They both had troubles in their life but founded comfort in each other on unexpected way.

"Nat, I haven't had my first kiss yet, do you want it?" Nat lowered her face and gently kissed y/n's lips when she heard soft snoring, maybe Mistys medication ruined the moment, but she is glad that y/n will rest and they will continue tommorow. As sun rises y/n slowly opened his eyes feeling so much better from yesterday, thinking about his crazy dream where he kissed Nat, when he felt hands on his hips, he jumped out of bed screaming, Nat opened her eyes when she saw y/n jumping from bed.

"Y/N whats wrong heyyy what are you doing?"

-"I thought this was dream, i remember hitting my head yesterday but rest of the day felt like dream, wait it wasn't a dream?"

"no dude, seems like medication really hitted you, but Im glad you are feeling better." y/n blushed like tomato

-"so that means you kissed me, does that mean you would like to be in relationship with me?"

"of course sweetheart, I couldn't choose better person than you"

-"thats so nice to hear, you know I don't care what other people say you are mine now and no one can hurt you, you can always come to this place and if girls have some problem with that..."

"we have time to talk about it with girls, we have 2 days of weekend let's not think about future for today anymore. You still have to rest I want to make sure you are alright"

y/n returned to bed when he felt grip of Nat soft hands, they continued cuddling with some boring tv show in the background, at this moment nothing was important, it will turn out girls accepted them better than they thought

[echosluvr]

I'm the shameless writers' sleep paralysis demon. In season 12:

Debbie has flings with a bunch of crazy™ chicks to forget about Sandy but they meet again and they talk about that.

D:"after i met you, thought I loved crazy bitchs but turns out i only love one crazy bitch."

S: "oh wow, turns out ,i only love one crazy bitch too."

They kiss and have steamy lesbian sex, the end.

LMFAO this is sending me so bad how does it feel to be one of the funniest people ever anon (sorry I saw this so late Tumblr loves hiding my inbox notifs) as much as I love love love sebbie, I fear it wouldn't happen like this. I think after h*idi , debbie would quit on dating and fucking? she may kiss girls at bars on her nights out but thats the most. she wouldn't get anyones number or fuck. she'd devote most of her time to her job and franny to get over sandy. if im being 0% delusional they would NOT get back together because of the harsh and cruel words sandy said to debbie. but in my perfect fanfic world, over this time sandy tries with prince , obviously a long hard path because she willingly abandoned that kid with a guy who clearly didn't have enough time for him either. but over the course of months and familial therapy she would get to a standpoint with her son, where they aren't truly mother-son, but they get along. she knows his favorite things (color, food, clothes, activity, etc) and he knows his hers. and at first sandy would do this just for debbie, to show she's willing to change and not be another person who abandons her. but overtime she grows to care for her son. and I think the reconciliation would start off with sandy begging mickey to help him set up a meeting or play date between franny and prince so she can show she's trying with her kid while also having some distance to discuss these topics with debbie. as for Debbie she would be against it at first and maybeeeeeee mickey bribes franny who is the only person in the whole wide world that can convince her mom to do anything. so she agrees. they'd meet, its awkward but sandy strikes a convo about the kids and they seem to joke about it. and amidst it, sandy would apologize and debbie would shut it down, cause she just isn't ready to forgive her, but she's willing to along with it. it'd probably grow along the course of months most likely years and a shit ton of familial counseling between sandy and prince and couples therapy between sandy and debbie to get to a state where sandy can ask debbie out on a date and they can try again. but once they reach that point I think they'd fall in love and be gallamoms to their kids (btw prince and sandy would def have a much much better bond by the time sebbie get together, and royal is out of the picture because I think he shouldn't exist) and bully ian and mickey. if I go beyond sebbie, I def think mickey would help his cousin love her child despite the circumstance by simultaneously learning to love yevygeny ? I think it would be cute to see the two cousins earn a place in their child's life and it causing a beautiful domestic life for them all. svet and mandy would be together by this time too, and once it all settles down over years, all three couples would put their kids/stepkids to bed and laugh over how almost 2 decades later the two youngest milkovich siblings & their cousin r now stable and gay/bi (SCREW U TERRY)

(@m4ndysk4nkovich, @holymurdock and @lovekenney I would love for u three to add ur insights )

[fanficwritinggirl]

Chapter 10 - Cider Stand (My Montana)

"Wow, there is a lot of people here, it's like the whole town is here," Jackies eyes travelled around, watching the sea of people. Josie chuckles, shaking her head and the younger girl. She clearly didn't have something like this back in the east.

"That's because it is the whole town. This is one of the biggest, if not THE biggest day in Silver Falls," Jackie raises her eyebrows a slight smile in her face.

"And what if we don't win, what is the point of any of this," Josie purses her lips and shrugs.

"Well then there is going to be a couple of weeks of mourning because we plan our revenge for next year," Jackie's shoulder shake as she laughs. The pair slip through the sea of people, reaching the small, old, Walter family cider cart. Alex stands behind it, head in his hands, clearly wanting to be anywhere but there.

"Hey Alex," Jackie says, moving slightly in front of Josie. Alex's lips lift into a smile as he sees the New Yorker, sometimes he made it so obvious that he like her.

"Hey Jackie"his eyes falls on the red haired girl. "Josie" he nods in her direction and Josie can't help but internally laugh.

"Alex. You ready to sell some cider," Alex looks back towards the family's cider cart, Will was leaning over it, tool in hand, clearly trying to fix something.

"We will be, just have to fix some screws, or something," a grunt comes from behind Alex as they all turn and see Will, with a scrunch up face in frustration and cider spilling out from around one of the big bolt screws.

"Should one of us go help him," Jackie asks, her eyebrows pinched in a nervous expression. Josie and Alex shake their heads.

"Trust me, if you don't know anything about the cart, don't help, you are just going to make things worse," Alex's eyebrows lift up.

"Yeah, especially when you are drunk off your ass," Jackie's jaw hangs open as she turns and looks at Josie, who sighs.

"Seriously, how bad were you and Danny that day," Alex lets out a cackle and shakes his head.

"Oh they were bad, trust me. You should see the videos..." his hand reaches for his phone in his pocket causing Josie to launch toward him.

"No no no, trust me Alex, no one needs to see those videos. I'm just getting over people talking about it," Alex runs around the cart to stand behind Jackie, phone now out of his pocket. Josie stands behind the stand and looks at the pair as he pulls up the videos, a pained expression on her face. Jackie gasps as a loud bang happens, causing Josie to put her elbows on the stand and shove her head in her hands.

"Oh I'm never going to live this down," Jackie raises her eyebrows and nods, a smirk on her face.

"You fell through the stand," Jackie states and Josie just nods her head.

"Trust me, you don't have to remind me. I still feel that bruise on my ass," Alex shakes his head, wishing he didn't know that information. Jackie laughs, her hands wrapping around her stomach.

"If you think that if funny, the video of them trying to fix the bolt of funnier," Jackie leans towards Alex to look at the video.

"Danny you need to push it more," her words come out as a slur.

"I'm pushing," Danny puts effort into pulling it. Josie groans, stomping over towards him taking the wrench..

"No you are pulling it, I'll show you how it's done," Danny shrugs, stumbling over and planting himself on the ground behind the stand. Gripping the wrench, Josie places it and starts pushing it forward, trying her best to tightening it.

"Your not doing it right," Danny slurs, his eyes fluttering open and closing every few seconds trying to stay awake.

"I am doing it right," Josie pouts as she pushes harder, which wasn't actually that hard.

"Josie I don't know how you call what you are doing pushing, you are just laying your hands on it and giving in a press," Josie scrunches her eyebrows up and huffs. Grabbing the wrench with both of her hands she pushes it using all of her weight. Huffs and puffs are coming out of her mouth as she pushes, her body leaning more and more into it. In the blink of an eye, she leans to far towards and she goes sprawling on her front. Danny burst into fits of laughter, gripping his stomach and falling back on his back as he cackles. Josie groans, lifting her face off of the ground and leaning on her cheek.

"What the hell," George exclaims as he walks towards the pair, Cole not far behind him. Lifting her head up, Josie offers him a drunken smile.

"Hey George, one of the screws was loose but don't worry, she stumbles up onto her feet, moving a little to far on one side, causing Cole to come and grab her. "I fixed it," she finishes. Cole looks between the two of them, his eyes landing on Danny.

"Are you drunk?" Danny laughs at his twins question.

"And 10 points go to Cole Walter," he laughs at his own joke, causing Cole and George to shake their heads.

"I'm not drunk, Cole. What are you talking about," Josie looks at him with her drunken eyes, her bottom lip out, pouting. George sighs, shaking his head.

"Right, come on, both of you. You are going home," George walks towards Danny, grabbing his elbow and pulling him up. Josie gasps, shaking her head.

"No, George. We are fine, we can still sell the cider," pushing herself off of Cole, she walks towards Danny grabbing hold of him.

"Come on, Danny. Let's sell some cider," Danny nods at her, wrapping his arm around her as they stumble to 10 foot to the stand, Cole and George hot on their tails. Leaning against the stand Josie turns and looks at Cole and George. "See we are fine," she slurs, Danny giggling away to himself beside her. One second they were leaning against the stand, the next minute the cart is falling forwards, causing people in front to move out of the way, as it tumbles to the floor. Cole and George shoot forward, trying to grab ahold of Josie and Danny but it was too late, the pair tumble with the stand. Slamming into the backside of the stand, Josie and Danny sprawl out on top, shocking coming over their bodies. For second everything comes to a standstill, nobody knowing what to do, and then laughter fills the air as Josie and Danny burst into drunken laughter. George aren't Cole just stand and look at the pair Not knowing whether to laugh or be disappointed.

Jackie and Alex lean forward gripping their stomachs as they watched the video back. Josie sighs.

"You were like two stubborn children," Jackie wheezes out. Josie shakes her head.

" Let's just say it's one of the many reasons why I do not get drunk anymore," Alex laughs, pointing to the screen.

"Look at dad and Cole, they don't know what to do, the pair burst out into laughter once again, Josie just shaking her head at the pair of them.

"What are you all laughing at," Josie turns and see Will standing, with his hands on his hips. Jackie takes in a deep breath, suppressing her laughter.

"Alex was showing me the videos..." she laughs again, her hands going to her knees. "The videos of Danny and Josie... and the stand," she bursts out laughing and Will can't help but start laughing as well, his head slightly moving side to side.

"Oh come on will, not you too," the older man just shakes his head, clearing his throat to help stop his laughter.

"Sorry Josie, but you have to admit that it was funny," this causes the girl to groan.

"That is what everyone has been saying."

"What had everyone been saying?" Biting her tongue, Josie turns and sees the face of the one person she has been wanting to see. Cole is standing in his classic brown jacket, a slight smile on his face as he looks at Josie. The pair stand and look at each other for a moment, everything and everyone else fading. He looked handsome today, he always look handsome but for some reason today, he looked more handsome.

"Hi," Josie gets out, causing Cole to smirk.

"Hey yourself," Josie can't help but bite her lip.

"Ehem," a voice clears behind them, causing the two to break out of their trance and look at Will, who's gaze is going between the two, clogs in his head turning.

"We were watching the videos of Danny and Josie when they did the stand," Cole raises his eyebrows, a smirk growing on his face.

"That was definitely a day to remember," this causes her to groan.

"Seems like everyone is remembering it."

"How could we not," Alex states, walking back behind the stand. Jackie now calmed down has just a smile on her face.

"Is the cart fixed?" Josie asks, changing the subject, finally.

"Cart is up and running, ready for the homecoming," Alex smiles, hands coming together in a clap.

"Well then, I think it's time you guys to get on with it," Cole claps will on the back and starts walking off. I'm going to go and get some pizza," his eyes land on Josies. "You coming Jos," he asks. A smile comes to her face, turning she looks at Jackie who is grinning at her, her thumbs lifted up in a thumbs up. Josie bites her lips and nods.

"Yeah, sure."

"Pineapple on a pizza, yay or nay," Cole asks, shoving a slice of pepperoni pizza in his mouth. Josie chews her own pizza moving her head from side to side, putting a hand out in front of her mouth so she can speak.

"Absolutely not, that's criminal, fruit should never be on pizza. Aunt Hattie likes it and trust me I judge her every time ," Cole chuckles. They were both sat in the pizza place, at a small table in the corner providing them some sort of quiet in the busy town.

Swallowing her food, Josie looks up at Cole who is leaning back against his chair, his eyes fixed on her. Clearing her throat, she puts down her slice and straightens in her chair.

"I heard that you broke things off with Erin," Cole stops chewing, stopping for a moment before putting his own slice down and nodding.

"Yeah, it was time... no point leading her on," the pair look each other in the eye and Josie can't help but smile.

"I also heard that you have been improving your grades, doing better in class," Cole smirks.

"Well I was given some motivation, I want my reward," Josie smirks, biting her bottom lip.

"And what's this motivation," her innocent act makes Cole smirk and lean forward.

"A date, with this girl. Now I mean this girl she is amazing. You know she is brave and kind and has the most amazing voice that I have ever heard," her cheeks become rosy and warm. "I could listen to her forever," this causes Josie to lift her head and look into his deep blue eyes. Cole smiles at her, moving his hand across the table he takes her hands in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, a smile on his face. Josie smiles, gripping his hands, the twos eye meeting, smiles on both of their faces.

"So do I get my reward?"

"Yes." 

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🌸Anon

Cater knows

Cater is but a simple third year, yet it all changed when this year's enterance ceremony happened, a young girl with very familar hair who thinks she been kidnapped and apparently not the first time she got kidnapped(To which Cater says to that "What the hell"), than she screamed about if someone had set her hair on fire, than the room on fire. There's screaming more. Huh is that Idia and his brother wait that girl is their lost sister, okay. The whispers about her being deluisonal were harsh, Idia actually picking a fight for his little sister which that is very sweet like OMG did he look scary when his hair turned red like that. The girl named is Elisa and she now part of Ramshackle. Than it was over and he headed back to his dorm. Normal normal, until Riddle storms up to him while dragging Trey with him. Riddle's face was very much bright red and than launched into a tanget about that girl who fell into his arms by not looking where she was going and how she just suddenly asked him if she was dreaming, etc etc. However Cater noticed this tanget seemed slightly different, Riddle's face being a different shade of red, like is he really mad at her or is it something else. Cater didn't make the connection until he actually got to meet Elisa and see what she is like, she is really kind and polite oh and most def cheerful too. He actually got to know her even better at lunch and the reason why, Wow did Elisa-Chan really say to Riddle that he really are attractive and cute. Oh, oh, OH. After looking between both Elisa-chan and Riddle. He figured it out. Riddle actually has a crush on Elisa-chan. He talks to Elisa afterward however she seems to think Riddle is actually mad at her for what happened and now, and she just wants to be on good terms. Than begs him and Trey for advice so Riddle will not suddenly hate her guts(that and help Acey-chan, Eh the potential budding romance between Riddle adn Elisa's more intersting). Of course Cater being the great senpai he is will help, so he and Trey give her tips. Blab blab ingredients gathering blab blab cooking. Seeing Riddle again and he is now apparently holding a slip of paper that has Elisa-chan's phone number, Riddle apparently speechless, than Riddle tells both him and Trey that girl must have done something to him because he feels sick, his face is turning bright red more around her, that and he feels really warm in the face too. Basically Cater can see Riddle is having a crush on Elisa and poor boy has no clue. Oh and if Cater thought Riddle was bad, seeing Elisa was something. Her face was extremely bright red and her hair is doing that same thing Idia did when extremely embrassed only it's more pink and Elisa is now saying she somehow screwed up and made Riddle more mad at her thus ruining her chance at being on good terms with him. You poor girl. She has not even realized Riddle wasn't actually mad at her, he just having no understanding of him crushing on her. Oh Cater can hear what the two are saying now, and try so hard not to laugh at sheer irony of it.

Past Riddle: "Trey, Cater. I think I am sick, because ever since that girl showed up. My face been turning red and feeling more warm than normal. First she asks me if she was dreaming looking at me, than she is saying I am somehow attractive and cute, now her giving me her phone number on a slip of paper. She must have gotten me sick with uhh SOMETHING! I don't know. I feel like I am a mess, and I am not normally a mess!"

Past Elisa: ""I think I had very much screwed up, I thought it was going well and maybe Riddle would not be mad at me anymore, but I felt my mind going blank when I looked at his face, and when my head scambled for something for me to say, I ended up giving him my phone number and to call me maybe. NOW HE IS MOST DEFINETLY GOING TO STAY MAD AT ME!!!""

Yeah. Cater knows things, what he can say most def for certain is that. Great Seven, Riddle and Elisa are both dense and need help.

Cater will be the wingman, he will help them both out so help him seven.

[erenswife21]

Cold Hearted: Chapter 2

Modern AU Law x Fem!Black Reader

previous chapters:

1

TW: some angst, smoking (weed and cigarettes), fighting,cussing, blood, violence, bullying

Chapter 2 is here!!

Note: I feel like this is going slow but please stick with me. Also I know the blood blood fruit is not real but I figured why not 🤷🏽‍♀️. I also just wanted to give a small flashback of Y/Ns life that you'll learn more about as the chapter go on.

Sunday, August 14th

"We're called the Straw Hats, wanna join?"

Luffy ask with a huge smile on putting a straw hat on his head. 'Well the name makes sense'. You thought some more about Luffys strange request considering almost everyone just met you.

"Fuck it why not." You say shrugging your shoulders.

You were a pretty spontaneous person and you were always down to do anything if it were reasonable.

Luffy starts laughing and patting his knee like crazy "that's great welcome to the crew." He gleams with joy.

You laugh and smile thinking about how cool Luffy is. You're sitting at a big round table in what appears to be your guys dining room. To your left is Nami, to your right is Robin, and Luffy is sitting on the table facing you.

You've never seen anyone like Luffy before and he definitely surprises you the more that you get to know him. As you look away from Luffy you see a blonde haired man making googly eyes at you for a little too long.

"Soooo I'm Sanji and does a gorgeous woman like you have a name." He flirts.

"I'm Y/N L/N it's nice to meet you Sanji, you're not bad yourself."

Sanji isn't used to other women flirting back with him so he has an instant nosebleed reaction which lands him on the floor muttering "She called me handsome."

A green haired man walks in with an adorable looking raccoon on his shoulder.

"Get off the floor you curly eyebrowed freak." He growls.

"Screw you moss head." Sanji barks back getting up.

You direct your attention to this apparent moss head, observing him 'he's cute' you thought but before can say anything you see this cute looking raccoon on his right shoulder and suddenly you jump up with excitement

"OMG he is soooo cute, what's your name and what are you?"

He gleams "Awe silly you don't have to call me that, it's not like it's makes me happy or anything." This makes you laugh harder.

"His name is Chopper, Tony Tony Chopper and he's a reindeer, I'm Roronoa Zoro."

He extends a hand for you to shake and you gladly do so. He looks you up and down almost either admiring your figure or he's giving you a mental background check.

You blush deciding to be delusional and think he's checking you out.

"I'm Y/N L/N, it's nice to meet both of you" you smile.

He nods and then looks over at Usopp who is sitting on the couch playing a video game on the PS5.

"Ya Usopp you tryna run and get some saké with me," Usopp gets up and turns off the playstation.

"You only want me to go with you cause you'll get lost even with the GPS."

Usopp was the first to greet you when you walked into the house and of course he didn't fail to mention that he's some famous 'sniper king' and great inventor. You thought Usopp was also cute with his slick back, big puffy ponytail, and broad chest, it definitely made him look attractive in your opinion.

"Can you take me or not long nose."

Zoros voice agitated cause he's ready to drink. Usopp was gonna say no at first but then he remembered he needed to get something from the store anyway.

Usopp directs his attention over to you, "Hey Y/N do you smoke because I sell" pointing his fingers at you like he's trying to sell a product with a big grin.

"Okayy plug Usopp and yeah I do actually I had to bring my dap pen cause ya know can't have weed on the plane," your response sounded quirky; showing everyone your pink bedazzled dap pen.

"Wow you're definitely a girl," you hear Zoro say looking at your dap pen.

"Hey what is that supposed to mean, I think it's rather cute, it's very me." With a small pout and chuckle.

At this point Luffy is laughing uncontrollably, he might've took an edible earlier cause he laughing more than usual. Nami gets up from her seat and comes up behind Zoro hitting him in the back of head.

"SHUT UP ZORO, don't listen to him Y/N I think it's cute, do you think you can make me one?"

Your mouth is agape trying to not laugh at what just happened. Zoro mutter something under his breath walking to sit on the couch.

"Of course I can Nami, what about you Robin?"

Robin smiles "No thanks I don't smoke I prefer a nice drink with a book, I guess you could call me boring."

Sanji out of nowhere, "There is nothing wrong with you Robin, you are perfect the way you are my sweet beautiful gorgeous angel."

At this point everyone is dying laughing not phased by Sanjis antics. For the rest of the night you guys basically had an initiation for you since you just joined the Straw Hat crew. You guys drank and smoked some weed until you all retired to bed.

A/N I decided to not write Brook, Franky, and Jimbe into the book cause I wasn't sure how they would fit.

Timeskip~

You are sharing a room with Nami and Robin, after a long night of getting to know your new friend group and hearing about everyone's passion and devil fruit/speacial abilities. Also, seeing Luffy get the size of a house from eating all of Sanjis cooking was something you'll never forget. You all decided to head to sleep because you all had class in the morning.

To your surprise you, Nami, and Robin all have first semester Chemistry together as well as Intro to Greek Mythology. It made you happy to able to meet such kind people because you didn't receive much kindness growing up; you were bullied a lot as a kid.

You were heading to sleep but you couldn't help but think about your passion and dreams of traveling the whole world; spreading joy to people around the world whether it be through music or spiritual healing.

Your mom knew you ate a rare and powerful paramecia devil fruit...The Blood Blood Fruit giving you the ability to control peoples bodies using their blood, you can also use your own or other peoples blood as defense when you have to fight.

With your power you can take lives and save lives making you rather important and an asset to the world government. If you had to choose you'd do everything in your power to protect those who couldn't protect themselves.

Your family spent years on the run before finding a Ping Fort Island in the North Blue, hiding from the World Government. Your mom did a good job of concealing your identity by making it seem like you died while traveling and changing your last name in order to get the World Government off your back, which is why you were able to have a simple life living in Ping Fort Island.

You roll over in your bed thinking about the episode from your childhood that led to you eating that damn fruit when you were younger and your family was living on the East Blue.

Flashback~

You were just a kid living on the East Blue with your mom, dad, and baby sister with big hopes and dreams. You were a shy kid who had a hard time making friends because you lacked social skills. But, there were three little boys in your village who would pick on you quit often.

Back then you didn't know how to fight or speak up for yourself so you would let them bully you. One day the boys took you deep into the forest. But before they left you they shoved a devil fruit down your throat and they told you to find your way back. You couldn't find your way back to the village and you were scared; missing for two days.

You ended up making your way back to the village and your parents were worried sick. When you saw the boys again you were angry but, they didn't care. They kept harassing and picking on you until you let your anger boil up and go too far. Let's just say one of the boys had his arm blown off without you even touching him.

Everyone in your village was scared of you which made you an interest for the world government because one of the boys snitched on you to his parents who told the world government. Your family escaped the island sometime later but, ever since leaving the East Blue you haven't been the same since. The light had been gone from your eyes for a long time but, you just recently was able to gain it back.

Currently no one else knows about your ability other than your family. Not even your best friend knows about your devil fruit, so you're even more scared that the straw hats might want to kick you out the crew if they learn about you. As you're thinking about tomorrow you ended up fall asleep and having a nightmare about losing control with your powers and hurting the people you love.

The Morning~

You decided to wear a pink mini skirt, white crop top and black chunky hightop sneakers (ya know with the thick white lace). You had some gold jewelry on with your gold necklace that had your name on it. you had light makeup on with a brown lip and gloss combo and you put your hair up in a cute style (your choice of style and I feel like Y/N got a belly piercing).

You were sitting at the table eating some bacon and eggs that you requested from Sanji, "Damn you can cook Sanji, that's very attractive." you flirt making Sanji blush and practically faint to the floor. You started giggling but, he soon got up when he realized that it's almost time for you guys to head out and Sanji wasn't even ready cause he kept gawking at you.

Today was your first day of class and it's current 7:45 am both, you and Sanji have class at 8am. Sanji offered to walk you to class but you declined because you didn't want him to get the wrong idea. You did however have him drop you off close to the building your class was in.

As soon a you got out the car Sanji didn't hesitate to roll down his window and start screaming "Y/N my love." you could hear him getting ready to embarrass you some more in front of everyone looking at you. So as you're walking you decide to close your eyes and imagine Sanjis body, the warmth of his skin and his blood coursing through him it struck a happy nerve in you knowing how warm his body was.

To Be Continued…

Thank you for reading 🙂.

[joyce-stick]

I didn't like Scott Pilgrim Takes Off all that much. I feel like elucidating on why, a little bit. so. Anyway.

First, letterboxd review I wrote within a few hours of finishing the show (read this first please):

So, I read all of the comic (finally) prior to watching Takes Off. Having seen the movie several times before, I found the comic interesting in how it develops its characters further over a longer timeframe and ties up a few loose ends that the movie sort of left open in weird ways that don't make sense. Ramona has more agency, Knives shows more maturity, Scott and Ramona are more explicitly on equal footing and make for better foils for each other in the comic than in the movie. Scott regrets his life choices and runs away for a while. Ramona regrets her life choices and also runs away. They both come back and beat up Gideon together with, y'know, mutual agreement that they both kinda equally suck and deserve each other and are going to both try to get better for themselves and one another and it's fine

It's not like, groundbreaking feminist storytelling, but it sure is a lot MORE gender equal than the movie which just goes like. Ramona is mind controlled! Scott must save her! Scott beats up Gideon sorta unilaterally (with a little bit of help) and then gets Ramona because he does! It's okay. It's fine. I mean, both the movie and the comic are fine. The movie is a hyperinventive visual feast and a stellar adaptation as far as faithfully replicating its source material in the target medium. I love it. Anyway.

Both the comic and the movie are fairly complete stories which really don't need more elaborating on. They're done. They exist. People either like them, or hate them, and have been discoursing on them for years. People discuss how bad of a person Scott is or isn't, or how transgender of a reading you can apply or not apply to Scott.

(I mean, you can! You're allowed to!)

It's all well-worn. And stuff. I don't know that Scott Pilgrim is a trans girl. I mean, it's plausible fanfiction. You can do it if you like. I wish that Takes Off had played with that idea, instead of what it did do, or, in addition to what it did do? And what it did do is just. Weh?

Weh.

Okay where do I start. Um.

spoilers for Takes Off below this point

Takes Off starts by taking Scott out of the picture. He is assumedly presumably made dead. Coined. Whoo.

Okay so obviously Scott isn't actually dead, he comes back later, but him being presumed dead for a bit does open the door to the rest of the cast to get some attention. Which you'd think would be good. Alright. So, we have Matthew Patel, still here. He's an incel, it turns out. Beats Gideon in a fight being like "man I got the bigger dick here." Wins totally! Okay! The league of evil exes is all either like "wow good going Matt" or "man screw this shit" and leaves. That's amusing for a minute.

Roxy shows up for an episode, fights Ramona, and is like "YOU LEFT ME RAMMY! I HATE YOU!" And we get some delicious flashbackiness to their relationship, and they kinda reconcile. Then Roxy kisses Kim, and is like "nah I don't care Kim" and dips. Yay.

The fight between Ramona and Roxy is well animated and fun to watch. I enjoyed it. It's alright.

What else... Um, Gideon has a backstory! Gideon isn't even his real name! And he's become the mega incel that he becomes because he got rejected by some girl in high school and this turned into his supervillain origin story. Okay

Lucas Lee does skateboarding and skateboards some paparazzosi to coindeath! Go him! That is genuinely a fun sequence and I enjoyed it, I guess

Wallace Wells seduces Todd Ingram and they have a lot of hot gay vegan sex! He and Envy Adams sorta fight about it! How wacky! Okay

The Katayanagi Twins get some speaking lines in this show! Their robot (which appeared in the comic but not the movie if I remember right) is around. Um.

Julie! Julie is an old school friend of Gideon. She lets him stay at her house. Gideon/Gordon and Lucas Lee do some bro shit. Cool man

All of this is like, fine, and fun, and stuff. I'm fine with it. I liked it. I enjoyed it. Oh and I guess there's a meta subplot about the Scott Pilgrim movie becoming the Scott Pilgrim movie but failing to become the Scott Pilgrim movie because the actors keep having too many video game fights on the movie set

Okay so this is all stuff that Ramona finds out or sorta bumbles into while looking for Scott, who she's surmised has disappeared and is not actually dead. Of course, Scott is not actually dead. He's just been kidnapped and displaced in time by an older version of himself, who is having a midlife crisis because his relationship with Ramona is going badly and he wishes that it had never happened, so he kidnaps young Scott to make it so that it never happened. This does not really work. Also future Ramona does some of her own intervening in the past to counter the plot of future Scott. She has Delorean rollerblades that time travel at 88 miles per hour *rolls eyes*

Anyway, then older older Scott has a fight with younger younger Scott, future Ramona intervenes and merges with younger Ramona to become a super form Ramona and they're just like "my beloved Scott, please, just go back to the future and sort out our marriage, like a responsible adult," he is teleported back to the future, all the exes are not coinexploded, and we get a final scene implying that Julie and Gideon/Gordon are planning something which will lead into a second season, and I don't know why

Why is any of this?

I could analyze it. I could try to tell you why any of this is. But like. I really can't. I don't know.

None of this really advances or develops the characters in any way that wasn't already adequately explored in the existing material. Like, Roxy's hangup over Ramona is fleshed out a bit more, sure, and that's the part of the show I really liked, but... is there anything to that? Does it add anything to Roxy's character that we didn't already know? Not really. We could already pretty easily infer from the comics that Ramona left Roxy, just like she left all her exes, and that Roxy is mad about it. Is it nice that they talk about it? I guess. Sure. It's nice to have a version of that conversation without Scott being the third wheel. But does it meaningfully change her character?

...No

And this is the same for all the characters. Our understanding of Matthew Patel and Gideon Graves is not particularly deepened by their incel dickmeasuring fight, or Gideon's origin story about getting rejected in high school. Our understanding of Lucas Lee is not especially enhanced by the newly revealed detail that he's a headache for his agent because of his reckless wild free devil may care skater dude attitude causing PR risks. Our understanding of Wallace Wells is not amazingly additioned by seeing him seduce Todd Ingram and piss off Envy Adams. Our understanding of Knives doesn't change when she learns how to play music and gets along with Kim and Stephen... And such and so forth.

And our understanding of Scott does not meaningfully change, either. There's really no radically new character interpretation to be drawn from "Scott divorces Ramona and then tries to undo his past". That's just kind of a thing you'd figure he'd do. And of course Ramona would try to set him straight! And look for him! And. Yeah

So yeah, Takes Off feels like, almost, the definition of that phrase that Dan Olson used in that one video

"No meaning, only lore."

I cannot fathom why this show exists other than that Netflix wanted a Scott Pilgrim show, and Bryan Lee O'Malley decided to pitch one because he's sure as hell not got any other big hit comics being cross-media franchises right now, and the plot that ended up being there feels like his end of the entire writing process was spent wracking his brain, fighting for his life to come up with a reason, any reason, to write more of fucking Scott Pilgrim

And the best he could come up with was, I guess, Scott has a midlife crisis, and also more superfluous character detail, and the fanservice angle of getting to see Ramona fight Roxy, or Gideon fight Matthew, or Lucas Lee skateboard more

I had a lot of fun seeing all that but I don't know why I watched it. I don't know who wanted this. And I definitely don't know who wants a second season of this. Who would want more of this? The season we do have was already grasping for straws to do more with this setting and these characters as it was. What would they even do?

Anyway. If I was gonna rewrite this and write this smarter. I'd probably tell y'all about the moment when Young Neil is trying to write a screenplay, and some mysterious figure (later revealed to be future Ramona) shows up in his room and types up the screenplay for the Scott Pilgrim movie for him. And then he wakes up, the screenplay is on his desk, and he's like "WHOA I don't remember writing this! I totally wrote this!"

And I'd say, if I were trying to be smart and write some smart video essay analogy in a better more polished review, that Takes Off feels like Bryan Lee O'Malley wished that the script for the show would similarly emerge fully formed from nowhere from the future for him.

Or something.

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[destinygoldenstar]

Disventure Camp Character Impressions *Compilation* (Part 7)

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"Wow. You're faster than I thought."

"I mostly skimmed it. Don't act like you don't do it too when you find a book boring."

Imagine if there were sharks here like in the Total Drama one.

"This is the only time in my life I will gladly commit child murder."

I DID give Miriam slay pass, so you know, she's just using it.

"Of course. It'd be easier to beat a little girl like you than Miriam in the finale."

"TCH. THANKS DUDE. THAT REALLY MAKES ME FEEL GOOD ABOUT MYSELF."

Fiore, you're worse than an old lady, how does that feel?

"Ellie, you have to stop winning these challenges."

"Uh... thanks, I'll just throw I guess."

"Before we go to the final challenge, we asked the last three campers to tell us about their experience at camp!"

Fiore "I killed people in VR. That was the best experience of my life."

Ellie "I psychologically destroyed a man, and I don't regret it one bit."

Miriam "...yeah, it was nice."

"Would I have preferred Alec to be here instead of Ellie or Miriam? Eh."

Do you care about him or not?

I think she DOES care, but she's also so caught up in her own ego that she acts like she doesn't. That's how last elimination happened.

🎵"He had it coming, he had it coming, he only had himself to blame, if you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it, I betcha you would've one the same"🎵

It's an all women finale, what can I say?

"I have a few tricks up my sleeve."

"I have the slay pass from Golden! And I'm gonna use it!"

Imagine if she does use it. It'll be my fault.

I guess that's one way to act in a depression episode.

"Ima go down a coffee and overstuff it with cream so I have the energy to CRY MY EYES OUT 24/7. WHAAAAAAAAAA, NO ONE LOVES MEEEEEEEE..." (Jake)

"Jake maybe don't drink that much, you're shaking." (Alec)

"I WAS GETTING KINDA USED TO BEING SOMEONE YOU LOOOOOVVVEEEDDD..." (Jake)

(Why do I enjoy doing my whiny Jake impression?)

"Can someone knock him out? I'm getting concerned." (Alec)

XD

GRETT is the ONLY Fiore supporter?

That's so funny to me.

Though that IS one that makes sense.

"Yeah, you shot me in the face to get immunity, which was MESSED UP. But you also helped me figure out some things, and I have to acknowledge you for that."

Respect. Respect.

"What?! You assholes! Not even you Alec?"

"Um, you DUMPED ME. ARE YOU SURPRISED?!"

XD

THE FACE.

"YOU DARE COMPLIMENT ME?!?! OH THAT DOES IT!!! YOU WILL NEVER HEAR FROM ME AGAIN SIR!!!!"

Tom hates Jake so much now. It's so sad.

"She's not getting a penny."

XD

"GOLDEN, I CAN HEAR YOU, AND I CONSTANTLY DISOBEY YOU. You proud of yourself for making Grett broke now?"

"A lot has happened since you left..."

"Ever since you left, I worked WITH the people who stabbed you in the back to destroy my friend's relationship! And I gave him death threats!"

"Oh... is that the Ellie I know...?"

"Tom, can you go get the keys for both of them?"

Why? Why help her?

Imagine Tom saying he can't swim either XD

"I missed the swimming part of spy school. So uh... yeah I think we're all screwed."

"Well Tom, how are things with Jake?"

"What do you think? I hate him now! He fell for someone gaslighting him! That's completely his fault!"

Fiore joins Jake at the coffee shop of depression XD

"Aren't you a little young for coffee?" (Jake)

"MOVE OVER AND GIVE ME YOUR CREAM!" (Fiore)

*sirens*

Oh no XD

"TOM, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR ATTEMPTED CHILD MURDER"

"Well they really took their time, didn't they?"

I bet Tom is the kind of guy to say "COPS SUCK. OMG THEY'RE SO IMPOSSIBLE."

I feel like Tom would be the bad cop, as we've established XD

"See, EVERYTHING is legal for me! I can get a kid in a car crash and kill a man A-Okay! BECAUSE I'M A COP!!"

And just flash his badge everywhere.

"Will you still talk to me?"

Imagine if he said NO.

"Nah, fuck you. Bye. Gonna go live it up in the cop world now!"

[your-divine-ribs]

The Devil Next Door Part 5

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❤️‍🔥 Van's POV ❤️‍🔥

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I curse as I lurch backstage, holding my injured finger out so far in front of me that I can almost pretend the offending appendage isn't mine if I don't look at it. I can feel it though, a sharp sting which makes me screw up my face as Bondy chucks a towel in my direction and it lands draped over my outstretched hand.

"Watch it!" I cry, snatching the towel away with my other hand and slinging it over my shoulder. "Bloody cut myself haven't I?"

"Cut yourself?" Bondy echoes, looking puzzled. "On what?"

"Guitar strings," I groan, throwing myself down on to the nearest chair when we reach the breakout room which happens to be a large comfy sofa. I immediately sink back into the cushions, hanging my arm over the armrest. "Guess I went a little too hard on Tyrants."

"Industrial injury," Bondy chuckles. "Where there's blame there's a claim, eh? What d'ya reckon Benji? Should Van sue Squier guitars? Reckon he'll have a case?"

"What ya done?" Benji enquires, shuffling over for a closer look, grasping my hand and lifting it. All I can see is red as the blood that's pooled there starts to drip down my wrist. I feel instantly queasy and let my head tip back, screwing my eyes shut. "Think you'd better get to hospital mate. Reckon they might need to operate. You might lose that finger if you don't hurry."

"Wha..." I begin, my eyes flicking open as my head whips up. My words are cut off abruptly as I see the huge shit-eating grin on Benji's face, hear my band mates sniggering at my alarmed expression. "Ha ha... very funny," I add sarcastically. "You know full well I hate the sight of blood. Remember that time I nearly passed out when I sliced through my finger with a kitchen knife?"

"Some people just shouldn't be let loose in the kitchen!" My friend snorts.

"Bloody drama queen," Bondy chuckles. "It's no more than a scratch. You ought to man up!"

I go to retaliate but Bob's next words stop me in my tracks. "Seriously though guys, it is bleeding a fair bit. Looks quite nasty Van. You might actually need a stitch or two after all."

Nausea rises in me again at the thought of going to hospital. I'm sweating bad enough from the performance but the image that flashes up in my mind of having stitches in my finger sends another sticky wave of heat over me. I feel faint. I know I'm being a baby but I can't help it. Things like this just get to me.

"Hey... didn't you say that girl who lives next door to you was a nurse? She's here tonight isn't she?"

Benji looks to Bondy who's on his feet in a flash, backing out of the room as I immediately hoist myself up from my slouched position, grabbing the towel that's draped around my neck to rub down my sweat-drenched face. The last thing I want is Y/N in here seeing me slumped here pathetically, fussing over a cut finger.

❤️‍🔥 Y/N’s POV ❤️‍🔥

Wow…

It's been a few minutes now since Van and the guys have vacated the stage but you're still standing there awe-struck, your ears ringing and your whole body buzzed with an excited kind of energy. As much as you hate to admit it you'd thought the guys had something special when you'd listened to their demo cd. Now you don't just think it... you know it.

The whole band had gelled so well together, their energy raw and vital and just so goddamn infectious that the songs are still ringing around your head and you know that they will be for the rest of the night. And that's not all that will stick with you. The last image you'd seen of Van, eyes a little wild, sweat-soaked and pumped up on adrenaline, holding his guitar aloft whilst he proudly surveyed the audience from the edge of the stage will be branded on your mind for some time to come.

The crowd slowly starts to disperse and a group of giggling girls knock into you, gushing about the performance, one of them firmly clutching a set-list. You hear Van's name in amongst the excited chatter and you feel uneasy that a slither of something akin to jealousy blights your good mood. You quickly dismiss it.

"There ya are! Thought I'd lost ya for a moment!" The familiar voice sounds over the loud chatter of the crowd and you turn quickly to see Tom fighting his way through, million watt smile plastered over his face.

"Tom!" Your voice is surprised sounding, almost like you'd forgotten he was even there. You step in his direction, pulling your damp t-shirt away from your body as you suddenly realise how much of a sweat you've worked up pressed up against all those perspiring dancing bodies.

"That was amazing!" He enthuses. "They put on a hell of a show... and as for that last song..." He blows out a breath through pursed lips. "That was somethin' else!"

"Yeah, yeah, they were really good, better than I imagined," you enthuse, but then your thoughts flick to Van and your cheeks instantly warm, and it's definitely not the sweaty gig atmosphere that's getting you so hot under the collar. You feel the sudden urge to play down your enjoyment, like being found out praising Van's song-writing skills somehow makes him victorious in the petty squabbles that you both indulge in. "Bondy's an amazing guitarist, he's always playing his talents down when we speak but he blew me away tonight... which is more than I can say for Van!"

Tom looks shocked. "I know you say you two don't get along, but you can't deny he was on fire up there! He really knows how to get the crowd going. In fact they were all amazing actually. I'd love to meet 'em!"

"Yeah, yeah sure, I'll give Bondy a call. I'm sure he said they were going down the pub after." You fumble in your bag for your phone, full of curiosity about how a meeting with Van and Tom will play out. There's a strange kind of smugness simmering inside you as you imagine parading a potential boyfriend in front of Van which you just can't help. It's ridiculous really. Why would he even care? He quite obviously hates you... well, he certainly acts that way. And Tom's such a nice guy that he'll probably end up liking Van anyway, he really can see the good in anyone.

"Y/N! I'm so glad you've not gone! We've got a man down back 'ere! We need ya!"

All of a sudden Bondy emerges through the rapidly thinning crowd, beckoning to you. What the hell's he talking about? You don't even get a chance to ask before he's curling an arm around your shoulder and turning you swiftly in the direction he came from, pulling you along with him.

"It's Van... he's had an accident... cut his finger open. Poor guy looks like he's gonna pass out!"

"He's done what?" You cry, shock and concern spurring you on to walk faster, picking up your pace to match Bondy's long strides as you both dart down a dimly lit corridor flanked by two security guards who swiftly step aside to let you both through.

You hear raised voices behind you, one of them Tom's, but you don't stop. You're on automatic pilot now, your nurse's professional instinct to care and to tend taking over, rushing as fast as you can. At least that's what you tell yourself. There's a small voice in your head that's blaring a probably unnecessary panic, pumping adrenaline into your limbs so you can move just that little bit faster, your heart pumping hard as your head is full of images of Van bent over, suffering in pain.

❤️‍🔥 Van's POV ❤️‍🔥

I've barely had time to chug down a bottle of water when I hear a commotion coming from the doorway and all of a sudden there she is, eyes wide with concern as she darts over to me, quickly sinking down on to her knees at the foot of the sofa.

"What the hell did you do? What did you cut yourself on?" She asks, grasping for my wrist firmly and bringing my injured hand up to her face for closer inspection.

Blood drips down on to her white t-shirt but she doesn't seem phased at all. Not like me. As much as I'm trying my hardest to act unbothered my body betrays me, physically reacting as I shudder and let out a moan like a wounded animal. "Errr... it's just... it was just my guitar strings. I was playing too hard."

"Showing off!" Benji sniggers and I raise my eyes to look daggers at him, but I already know what's coming next. The lads delight at any opportunity to take the piss out of another band member. I should know... I'm usually at the forefront when the mocking comments are being doled out.

"I'm glad you're here Y/N, he was in tears just now!"

"Crying like a baby he was!"

"Get fucked you lot!" I cry out, trying to even out my breathing which is coming fast and shallow. "Just hate seeing blood, that's all. It makes me queasy."

I look down at Y/N, expecting to see her suppressing a laugh at my over-the-top distressed reaction but to my surprise she looks deadly serious, sympathetic even as her eyes meet mine. "It's nothing to be ashamed about, I get it, I really do. In my line of work you see it all the time. Had a six and a half foot cage-fighter faint on me the other day when I had to give him a shot of anaesthetic. He was terrified of needles!"

She cracks a sweet little encouraging smile at me and I swear I've never seen her looking so angelic. God, I must be going soft. Maybe I've lost more blood than I thought.

"Is it... bad?" I croak out, shifting in the seat to lean nearer to her, so near that I hear her breath catch in that way that it always seems to when I'm close. "Please tell me I don't need stitches. I hate hospitals."

"I don't think so... it's hard to tell though. I need to clean off all this blood to get a better look." She looks up, calling out to the others. "Is there a first aid kit in here?" There's a lot of mumbling and shrugging and blank looking expressions but no one seems to know. "There must be... something?"

She seems exasperated and it makes me worry that it's maybe worse than she's making out. She grabs for the towel that's draped over the arm of the chair and carefully wipes the blood from around the gash and I wince and suck in a shaky breath. Her face creases up in distaste as she tosses the towel aside. "Ughh I can't use that, it's filthy, I need something clean..."

And then before I know what's happening she's raising up my hand even higher, her brows pulling up into a little crease as she studies the cut. I go to speak but my words stick in my throat as I see her pretty pink lips parting and to my utter shock and bewilderment she takes my finger into her mouth and closes them firmly around it.

There's some whispered comments and sniggers exchanged above us but for me it's like the rest of the room has suddenly faded away. I can feel my eyes go as wide as saucers as my heart thuds in my chest and I'm rendered completely speechless for the first time in my life. Y/N is looking right up at me through her long lashes, her plump lips pursed around my finger and I can feel her soft, warm tongue brush against my skin which is prickling with electricity at her touch. My head's swimming with a million thoughts at once and they're all obscene and I couldn't care less about my injury now, all I can think about is how those perfect lips would feel wrapped around my cock. I feel hot all over and without warning a low, husky groan erupts from my throat. It's quiet enough that the guys don't hear it but Y/N definitely does as her cheeks instantly colour up and her big doe eyes widen even more and suddenly she's pulling away, releasing my finger with an audible pop.

She looks flustered as she rises quickly to her feet, her eyes darting all around but avoiding mine. "I... errr... I think it'll be okay... you just have to keep it clean... make sure you don't get any dirt in it."

"Fucking 'ell Y/N, do all the nurses treat injuries like that at your place?" Bondy chuckles and I watch her cheeks glow even redder, she's blushing that hard I fear she might burst into flames.

I can't take my eyes off her, I was attracted to her before but now I can't shift the filthy images that are scrolling through my mind like a porno. I'm just relieved she stopped her unconventional treatment when she did or I'd be trying to conceal an embarrassing accidental hard-on right now.

"Believe it or not saliva's actually a natural antiseptic," comes a male voice I don't recognise and I finally tear my eyes away from Y/N to see her gig companion standing there with a huge grin on his face.

"Tom!" Y/N gasps, sounding as surprised as I feel to see this stranger suddenly appearing in the venue's back room.

"I keep losing you tonight!" He laughs. "Security didn't want to let me through but I finally convinced them I was with you and you knew the band." He scans the room then, nodding and saying hi to the lads who all greet him warmly back. When it's my turn I can only manage a curt nod. I don't even reply when he starts gushing about how good the show was and how much he liked the music. Thankfully Bondy cuts in to alleviate the awkwardness.

I'm not usually unfriendly when I meet people, but I'm caught off guard by the sharp sting of jealously that rips unexpectedly through me. Now I've seen Tom up close I know what I'm up against. He looks like he's just stepped straight off a Hollywood movie set with his pearly white smile and the toned physique I can see straining at his too-tight t-shirt. If this is the kind of guy Y/N likes I'm definitely going to have to up my game... I'll even fight dirty if I have to. But if something's worth having it's never going to be easy... right?

And she's going to be worth it... I just know it.

[some-weebs-posts]

So I've Been Binge Watching "So Help Me Todd"...

I love Todd's character, but wow I feel so bad for him. And honestly, I can't tell if we're supposed to be for or against Margaret Wright.

Because here's the thing, right. Margaret is having a rough time. He husband left her. Her career always seems to be in jeopardy. There is always a power struggle that is preventing her from doing her job or threatening to take it away. At the same time, she seems to be a loving mother who will remind her kids to iron their shirts and buy them lunch. So yeah, I can see why we're supposed to root for her.

HOWEVER, she is a terrible person???

She made her oldest child (Lawrence) feel so stupid when she sent him to military school that he would become a workaholic who is trying to climb up the political ladder. He doesn't even spend time with his husband or daughter because he is too busy trying to prove himself.

Then Margaret controlled almost every aspect of her middle child's (Alice) life. Alice chose a career (doctor) that would make her mom happy and married a boring guy because he was what her mother liked and never broke any rules because that's what her mom wanted. Now, she's in her thirties and is only just now deciding to live for herself. She has to rethink her marriage, career, and life. She's unhappy and perpetually negative.

Lastly, you have Todd. Oh boy, where do we begin with her treatment of Todd? Well, when his father died when he was a freshman in high school, his mother chose to hide herself. She practically lived at work. Meanwhile, Todd was separated from his siblings because they were busy trying to make careers that would please her. He was left alone, abandoned, only seeing her in fleeting moments. He had no one to turn to for advice and was left hanging alone.

Then, he met a girl named Veronica who taught him how to be a private investigator. It was his passion. He loved it. But then Veronica turned around and framed him for her crimes, so Mama Margaret had to step in and help keep him out of jail. He lost his license and couldn't get back on his feet. So, she gave him a job. That was nice of her. Except he doesn't even get an office. He had to work on a rolling stool in a storage closet. He wasn't given proper work equipment.

The worst of it all is how she talks to him. She sees him practically every day and always has something mean or negative to say to him. He can't seem to do anything right in her eyes because he will always be the family screw-up. She seems to want to fulfill a self-fulfilling prophecy. I kid you not, in one episode, Alice went to jail for drunk and disorderly conduct, but Todd showed up to bail her out. Their mom caught them at the courthouse, and she immediately assumed Todd had been arrested, and Alice had bailed him out. She yelled at him and apologized to Alice multiple times, on different occasions, until Alice admitted she was the one who got arrested. Now, did Margaret apologize to Todd for falsely accusing him? No! She yelled at him for bailing her out because he was conspiring or something like that?

Then there was the Thanksgiving special where no one except Todd could go. Margaret ignored Todd, acted like he didn't matter, and moped and cried and complained that her other kids weren't coming. Eventually, the other two kids had to drop what they were doing and visit her to placate her. They had to drop everything for her.

The siblings are so divided because of her too. Like, they argue with each other every time they meet in person because "Mom loves you guys but hates me." Like, all three of them think that the mom loves the others but not them. And it's not like the siblings WANT to fight each other. Lawrence admitted this when he was high on magic mushroom tea.

So yeah, are we supposed to be for or against Margaret? Because, honestly, no matter how many moments she has with her kids, over all, she traumatized all of them.

[nataliealynlind]

queen america sentence starters

episode 7: the national anthem

"those are well done"

"do you want me to get her doctor's number for you?"

"the board loves you"

"if we don't do well tomorrow they'll start to pull my funding faster than i can snap my fingers"

"it's like you're still this broke 22 year old trying to prove something"

"my therapist would call that projection"

"don't make this a big deal"

"we'll pick this up momentarily"

"always bring it back to the platform"

"keep it non controversial"

"it'll help if you keep your core engaged"

"we should treat others how we want to be treated"

"you have no idea how important that was or how badly you screwed it up"

"if you know what's good for you you'll go home"

"i don't understand, i did everything you told me to do"

"your job is to bring people together"

"i know that's what you intended, but pageants are about perception"

"they offended me with their question"

"this is truly awful wine"

"i made myself a key years ago"

"that wasn't the bad news?"

"i figured i've gotta keep up with you"

"i'm in a bad mood so i want to know"

"she's got like four degrees"

"he's almost too good looking"

"that noise is just left of being incredibly irritating"

"if you're not busy- do you think you could help me do my makeup?"

"this would really make your eyes pop"

"i hope you know how beautiful you are"

"we aren't neanderthals invite the boy in"

"trust me- you wanna go now"

"you're not an adult"

"how many guys take you to dinner?"

"how many guys do you think even look at me?"

"spare me the details"

"you're gonna break up with that man, and you're gonna tell him the truth"

"other people's feelings are just an inconvenience to you"

"i don't wanna say i warned you, but-"

"see- i remembered!"

"why don't you just come over here? it's just a little girl"

"so- you gonna tell me why it was such a bad day?"

"people just- make it difficult for themselves sometimes"

"why don't you just forget today- write it off as a loss"

"you know- you don't have to be so nice to me all the time"

"i wanna be nice to you- weirdo"

"coward"

"why are you sorry? you didn't do anything"

"name- knock it off"

"doesn't matter how many people are going to be there- you're going to sing at them, no matter what"

"everyone is- so little"

"i figured we should start small- little league"

"i know this is scary, but that's the point"

"that's why people watch this stuff. so they get to sit on their asses and think wow- i could never do that"

"we've never had anyone sing the anthem at a game before"

"that terrifying woman over there gave me a hundred bucks"

[ninus9607]

Amelia Shepherd - SERIES

10. The Prom

Warnings: none

AN: This is my favorite chapter I've written so far, I hope you enjoyed it... I also haven't forgotten that Denny has to die. But I don't have the heart for it, so I decided to keep him alive. I will be happy to receive any feedback you may have. See you in the next part   ♡

Word count: 2,9k

Do you know what the start of a great day in my life is like? If you said to sleep until the afternoon, then bingo! I probably should have been in hospital by now, but if I can't do operations, what's the point of going there? Even if they wanted to fire me, they would have done it a long time ago.

I opened my phone and scrolled down the TikTok. I was honestly addicted to it. My 'For You' page was full of celebrity edits, including Taylor Swift, Billie Eilish, and Elizabeth Olsen. And those edits were perfect. And we can't forget about the male part of my TikTok, either. When I see edits about Henry Cavill or Jack Hughman, it makes me go weak in the knees.

Finally, after an hour of scrolling, I put the phone down on the table and walked out of my room. I made myself a cup of coffee in the morning and sat down at the kitchen table. Mornings like this are better, even if it's already afternoon. Tonight is the prom and I don't want to go.

These things have never been any of my business. And one more thing, I don't even have the dress that I was going to wear, because I left it at home in Sweden. When I found out about it, a lot of bad words came out of my mouth. So shopping is my only choice.

I called my girls to help me with the shopping. We drove to the nearest shopping center in search of a luxury store. As soon as we found it, we immediately set out to find a new dress for me to wear. I wanted to wear a black dress that was a little bit revealing, but not too revealing.

There were a lot of beautiful dresses, but I didn't really like any of them. They were too rebellious or they just looked weird. On the other side of the shop, it was a lot better, the atmosphere itself was a scream of elegance. There were many beautiful and especially expensive dresses on the racks.

"Which one should I go for?" I let my hand run over the fabric of the dress.

"Make sure you get the black one with the cleavage, it will make your breasts stand out." What Cristina said didn't surprise me at all, always straightforward.

"What about this one? It has a great cut and looks great." Meredith pulled a beautiful black dress off the rack, with a rather large neckline and a slit in the side. They were beautiful, but isn't this a little bit too much?

"They're amazing. But do you think they'll suit me?" I've never felt confident in a dress.

"Are you normal? You'll be hot in them, everyone will want to fuck you."

"I guess that Amelia will have her eye on you all the time." Oh, I wish.

"I'll try them then." I took my clothes and moved to the dressing room. And the girls were really right, this dress was a perfect fit for me. It really brought out my chest and my breasts. I have to admit, I looked really hot.

"What are your thoughts?"

"Like wow, you look stunning!" Meredith complimented me.

"Hell yeah girl, I'm sure you'll get screwed now."

"Oh stop it, Cristina!" I blushed badly.

In the end, Meredith and Cristina also chose and bought beautiful dresses, but not from this luxury store. We spent a couple of more hours at the shopping center before we got home so that we had time to get ready for the prom. I parked the car in the garage and put the bags on the coffee table in the living room.

To feel fresh, I took a nice, warm shower.  A few hours later I was ready, I could hardly keep up, I looked in the mirror and was quite pleased, my make-up was subtle but quite attractive. But before my departure, there was a message on my mobile phone.

Amelia Shepherd

Hi, love, I hope you haven't forgotten your promise, I'm really looking forward to the dance with you, I can't wait to see you.

♥

Why the hell did I agree to this? I can't dance with her, I'm going crazy. The more I'm with her, the more I'm into her.

"Who do you text with?" Izzie, who is standing in front of my open door, asks me.

"Oh, Hey Izzie. What are you doing here? How's Denny?" I was surprised to hear that Izzie was coming with us.

"Did you think I wouldn't go to the prom? Are you out of your mind? I never miss an opportunity like this. And Denny got better, the transplant helped him a lot."

"I'm very happy for him," I said while I was phoning, and yes, I wrote back to Amelia, responding to what she'd sent me.

"You still haven't answered me."

"Oh, sorry, nobody important." Even though my flushed cheeks might tell you otherwise. Well, Izzie gave me this really suspicious look.

"Ok, Ok...Amelia wrote that she's looking forward to seeing me, but it's just friendly because she's my attending and very nice and you know..." I'm a bit confused, God, why is this happening to me? Why am I so nervous?

"Wait, Dr Amelia Shepherd?"

"Yeah?" Why does hearing her name make me feel butterflies?

"Oh my god, you're falling for her."

"I am NOT!"

"Oh, you so are," she said with disgust

"No, I'm not."

"So are, damn it."

"You know it's just that, she's just so and I'm just, I'm having a hard time." She just nodded but after a while, she started smiling at me, which was interesting.

"So um, how hot is this sex?" What??

"Izzie..."

"What?! come on, I'm not getting any, help a girl out with a few details!"

"This is not a conversation at the moment, and another thing, I don't have sex with her."

"Yet."

"OK, enough, we have to go, we're late anyway." 

I'm sure she's going to bug me about it now, but there's no time to think about it now, we took an Uber because I didn't want to drive so I could have a drink. I was a bit nervous, but I had a good feeling that it would be fine...

We arrived at the prom and were greeted at the entrance by a couple of members of the hospital staff. We were chatting, drinking, and having a good time. The room where the dancing was taking place was beautifully decorated and there were quite a few people there, Meredith was dancing with an unknown man at the moment.

And did she make very intimate eye contact with Derek on the other side of the room who was dancing with Addison? For both sides, the situation looks very uncomfortable. the music stopped playing in the background and it was quiet for a while, Derek and Addison stopped dancing and Addie looked away from him and looked at me.

Her gaze was very, very intimate, she walked slowly towards me, but there was a very tall man standing in front of me and I looked into his face and it would have been immediately clear what he wanted.

"Hello, gorgeous."

"McSteamy, how nice to see you again." The irony in my voice must have been obvious.

"I think it's time to make good on the deal. Will you dance with me?" 

He held out his hand for me to take... a romantic song was playing in the background. I guess I don't have a choice because he's going to annoy me until I say yes. And since I want to have some fun, I need to get rid of him as soon as possible.

"One dance, only one!" I grabbed his hand and he brought me close, I must admit he was a real man, exuding dominance and masculinity.

He wrapped his other arm around my waist and we began to dance. His smell was very strong, but not unpleasant, and we had light conversations while we danced. His ability to talk is amazing, he knows very well what women like, and I'm sure that's why he has so many women. Man whore. If I didn't know who he was, I would be smitten very quickly. 

It's a shame, if he stopped fucking everything with a vagina he could be a great husband. The song was going to end, but he still didn't want to let me go, if he thought I was going to sleep with him, he'd be very mistaken.

As soon as the song was over, his plan was interrupted by Addison, who came to my side.

"I'm sorry to bother you. Would you like to dance with me?" She said in a very harsh tone of voice and looked at Mark in a very unfriendly way. Mark replied before I could react.

"Hey, she's mine for the dance. Find someone else." I felt a very tense atmosphere between them, I know they had something together in the past and I didn't want to be between them, so I quickly decided to speak up.

"I would love a dance with you Addie. Mark, it was a pleasure, you already have the dance that I promised you, Bye."

Addison looked very much like Mark and immediately pulled me closer, Addison was about the same height as Mark, so she was about 20 centimeters taller than me (7 inches). There was a lot less tension between us and a much more relaxed atmosphere.

"So, can you tell me a little bit about what was going on between you and Derek when you were dancing? You seemed very tense." She looked me in the eye with a smile.

"I was completely innocent, he dragged me into his bullshit, he was very angry at Meredith for dancing with that man, I think his name is Finn." Oh my God, what a pointless drama this is!

"It must have been a bit embarrassing, though."

"And as you can imagine, I didn't mind dancing with him, but the fact that Gray looked at me as if she wanted to kill me wasn't exactly pleasant." I felt very sorry for her.

"Well, the dancing with you was my reward, beautiful." Here it comes, it's starting. I definitely blushed.

It was very nice to dance with Addie, she was a very nice companion, she always had something to say and she was very funny. We danced a couple of songs together, including a couple of Taylor Swift songs, which was the icing on the cake for my heart. But I always had the feeling that someone was looking at me until I found out who it was.

At the edge of the room, I saw Amelia standing with Burke and Cristina talking, but Amelia's eyes were on me throughout. Those beautiful blue eyes of hers didn't let me out of their sight. So I thought I'd take advantage of the moment to see what her reaction would be.

I got so close to Addison that I could feel her breath on my face. But we were dancing and dancing, and every now and then I would look at Amelia and I could see how angry or jealous she was.

It was when Addison whispered something in my ear and I laughed so hard when she lost her mind. She put her drink down on the table and stormed towards us angrily.

"Excuse me, but can I borrow Len, just for a moment?" Although it sounded like asking, she was certainly not asking, but commanding. Addison didn't like it and wouldn't let me go. I know they're close, but I've never seen them look at each other and talk to each other like that.

"Get your hands off of her right now." She said this in a very cold way and took me by the hand and dragged me into the next room where we were alone.

As soon as she closed the door, she pushed me against the wall.

"What the fuck you think you're doin' right now?" Wow, I was very surprised to see that she was so angry.

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about now, I was just on the dance floor with Addie."

"Oh, so you call her Addie? Hmm? So now you're fucking with more attendings?"

"Seriously?? You dragged me in here to accuse me of sleeping with Addison? You know what, I'm out of here!" I wanted to turn around and open the door, but I was stopped by Amelia's hand.

"Hey, Hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to blame you."

"Then why did you drag me all the way here?" 

"It's just ah..." She moved away from me as if she was afraid.

"I can't stand the way everyone touches you and the way they look at you." 

"What? What do you mean?" I didn't understand her at all.

"First Mark, then Addison. The way she touched you was inappropriate."

"What's the problem? I'm single... and Addie's nice." I wasn't sure what her problem was, she's not my wife and she can't tell me who to have a word with.

"You really don't know? Seriously, you don't see it?" Her hand was next to my head. She was very close to me. I have to admit that she looked very attractive, her dominance and her jealousy were very hot.

"All I can think about is you, you're the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about when I fall asleep. Every thought I think belongs to you. You stole my heart and my mind, you are a gorgeous, beautiful, and smart woman. So tell me..."

Her other hand moved to the side of my cheek.

"If you don't want me if you don't like this and you don't want me to touch you anymore, just say the word and I'll never touch you again and I'll leave you alone." MOTHER

I looked into her eyes, they were beautiful and full of emotion, and I knew at that moment that she was serious and that I was serious too.

"So?"

I couldn't resist her, for so long I tried to convince myself that I felt nothing for her, but my heart knew where the truth was.

"Will you finally kiss me?"

"Wait really?" She was very surprised

"I feel the same way as you, so please kiss me now" 

And then she didn't hesitate, she leaned over and kissed me. I've never felt like this when someone kissed me, you could feel everything she felt for me in that kiss. We fought to dominate, but I managed to lose it easily. She tapped me on the thigh and wanted me to jump, so I jumped and she grabbed me with her hands, my legs wrapped around her and she kept pushing me against the wall.

When we had to split up, it was because we needed air.

"You have no idea how happy I am right now." She said.

"I have no idea, but I have to admit that kiss was the best kiss I've ever had in my life." But while I was saying something, her eyes weren't on me. They were on my slightly exposed chest. Cristina was right.

"Darling, my eyes are up here." She looked at me quickly and with a little bit of shame in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, uhm i-I"

"All right, I understand. So what do we do now?" I wonder what she'll say.

"How about we go dancing? I think I have the right to the last and only dance with you." I nodded my head as she gave me one last kiss and we walked out of the room.

We spent the rest of the evening dancing, drinking, and enjoying ourselves. Even though she wasn't too keen on dancing when Taylor was playing, she still did it with me. Even though I could see she was trying too hard for the lover song.

We had a few drinks and maybe I was quite drunk by the end of the evening, not that I drank a lot, but I hadn't eaten all day so it affected my alcohol tolerance. Amelia was by my side the whole time, looking after me.

Everyone had gone home, so even Amelia decided it was time because I wasn't really in a position to make a decision.

"C'mon love, I think it's time to go..."

"Mhm, I'm just going to finish this drink and call an Uber," I said as I tried to find my mobile phone.

"Don't worry, you're coming home with me tonight, I'm not going to let you go anywhere by yourself in this condition."

By the time we were on our way home, I was already half asleep. Amelia paid for the driver and took me back to her house, where she lived. She changed me into her oversized shirt and laid me on her soft bed.

After a while, she lay down next to me, covered us with a blanket, and hugged me. That's when I woke up a little. I turned to face her and snuggled up even closer to her body. She laughed as I muttered words into her chest that were unintelligible to her.

And so we went to sleep together...

PS: Do you think Len is going to have a tough morning?

xx

[the-firebird69]

You seem to get confused by some contractors and other contractors and and more in the office you have to go over what they're doing and he's doing like a few times and Cassandra would come in at sometimes lots of times when worse so she just started talking small talk and he liked it better. Jesus Christ you straighten that's it out and it was bad but it's doing that maybe it was Social Security so it needs a whole bunch of people she says thank you for my job and my life I said I can't say I did all that but I know people are helping me I try and help. And she says it's so good at her it's a massive **** and he says I've seen the effect and he didn't really do anything you were getting screwed yourself I found out and I calmed down not not out of anger or pity it's just because it's going on with me and I can see me getting angry so she says it too. It's a common experience if you share it you get help and we need to do it against the max they're horrible and he knew it was them and just didn't say much 'cause they get all excited. That was Cassandra and she is a famous person and she wrote a prophecy and everyone was reading it now. Since there'll be a man who's gonna take them on and really it's Trump it's trump really and Biden and some other people and she says you're kidding I said no I have to take one I have no choice and I'm not really a man I'm not mutant but I'm a giant when she went wow that's horrible I said not really going to go on your toys yeah sing with us we're gonna be poisoned they come back to a little stuff for you buddy that's what well Davidson County Pictures by the way just a little girl a little girl how long did it go hello sarah they get a little bit but they've got a great worst it's like no no god ok so I forgot what I did. and we hear it too they are not being nice and ppl respond with violence after a time. but our son is under extreme duress. And it's a common mistake the people who are helping Dan or Dave doing something are girls and Tommy F that his guys sometimes feel like girls. And really it's not true but it kinda acting a little not much and it didn't make sense to our son he's asking them the same thing over and over they're kind of chuckling so you're in there moving him out... And yeah they're actually moving him out and they're packing his stuff up and he's not there right now but he's the one who brought the containers there he has a lot of extra stuff is not necessarily true isn't have a ton of things there and he might be moving to a different place here on the on the street this neighborhood might be that Big House with a big fence that has a back and front yard at the same place. And he had it the other day with the mosquitoes he said this place is a swamp it's gross and it's not as bad when the woods are thin and it's probably gonna try and get someone to clear it out but I tell you what it's kind of a dump down here they're like 50 mosquitoes on their sun and it was actually stunning to see it and he kinda smells 'cause he's trying to eat a lot so we got upset and we're working on it but right now July 1st seems to be the day the expense report was submitted and that goes to like BJA and Trump and if something's done some things it says it's really mean and stuff but you guys are used to it and he's not and they sorta get that it's like CIA stuff and they put him to the ringer everyday and they shouldn't he's suffering for us because they just don't do nothing about it but anyways there appearing to be moving him out and it's kind of a weird thing they haven't been by before but not with containers so they're cleaning before and they might be doing that again so we shall see.

Thor Freya

Olympus

we came by to clean. no. loaded stuff up he hear it all day. and we did it last night no but hours today. about four hours. a nd he was sleep ing a lot we seee why works. and tirelessly no. fiinding stuff re his life and ours and code needed it are witnesses. and heard it. he is astonished. paidback but at the end of the war. and hmm not much oh that is the interest. and coded. now we use it. and ty to figure it out. and he says where he was when he tallied it fullly adn wrote it. if the interest is right on. the numbers fudged to correct the final number. and so on. a five pence broom and such now six pense and they saw it and said oh my. and are on it. and yes it is the money they intend on pay ing him. and they do it annallly herd about grandpay and his payment of 25 a year and slowly stopoped. and they got a letter thank you for all the years nnow i am an adult and my bay is not so big. it was then. and they were are tickled. and he hears they have you do it. and he said i wont. and then. we knew. a few forg and oh. and ok. and it is when it was submitted they pay the amount later. not much later it took them only a few days. and they responded wiwith a remark too and snide a bit too

Thor Freya

Olympus

You know there's a lot of insects around they need to spray like they mean it and they just drive around and it's not working there's a bunch I mean he kills one and there's two that come in it really needs it now.

Hera

[j0elmill3r]

No outbreak au where years later Sarah leaves for college and it’s only Joel and baby girl at home now, but they still do movie nights over facetime and both girls fall asleep like when they were kiddos

You were heartbroken when your sister moved away to college, to say the least. You were only 7 when she moved away and didn't quite grasp the concept of the whole college thing - So you had to get used to it being just you and your dad, even though you missed your sister so much.

Joel had noticed your down mood in the weeks since Sarah leaving, you weren't as happy or talkative anymore, opting to sit in your sister's room and play with your toys in there, even though it made you sad that she wasn't there to play with you anymore. Sarah, oddly enough, missed you too - She didn't think she would miss her 7-year-old sister that much, but here she was, about to walk her dad step by step on how to use facetime.

"Okay, I think I have the hang of it," Joel told her, he didn't understand much of this new technology, god, he hated how old he sounded now. "Y/N!" He called out for you, looking at Sarah as he listened to you thump down the stairs. You looked sad, as you often did nowadays, and made your way over to the couch, where your dad sat with his phone. You jumped up beside him, clutching onto his arm as you looked at his phone - your face suddenly lighting up with joy at the familiar face on your dad's phone.

"Sarah!" You yelled excitedly, a large grin on your face as you pointed at the phone. Joel smiled at the excitement his girls showed. "Daddy, can I use the phone? Please, please, please, please, please, can I?!" You begged him, pulling the best puppy dog eyes that you could. Joel nodded, giving you his phone and watching you run up the stairs to your room.

"How's school?" Sarah asked you, giggling as you huffed out dramatically and shook your head. "That good?"

"It's so bad, all the teachers keep makin' the googly eyes at daddy and they're all bein' extra nice to me," You explained to her. She screwed her face up as she laughed at your story. "And! And then I had to share my toys with a girl in my class and she broke it and her mommy won't give daddy the money." Sarah laughed at you, at the prime age of 7, and embracing your inner, nosy 40-year-old woman.

"Wow, that's bad," She told you, shaking her head in agreement with your grievance towards the girl who'd broken your toy.

"I know! Was one of my favorites," You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest for effect. Sarah laughed, smiling as you yawned and rubbed your eyes - She noted that you were sitting on her bed in her old room, and you made yourself comfy under the covers. "Sleepy," You yawned, cosying into her bed. Sarah smiled, yawning as she watched you doze off.

A while later, Joel went to check on you, realizing how long it had been since you had gone upstairs and that his phone had probably run out of charge. But instead, he found you asleep in Sarah's bedroom, in her bed, still on facetime to her. He smiled softly, it was the first time you had appeared to actually be comfortably asleep since Sarah had left. He took the phone from your grasp, smiling gently as he saw Sarah sleeping too, clutching the best sister teddy bear you had picked out for her recent 18th birthday. He ended the facetime call, grinning at the fact that despite your and Sarah's 11 year age difference, that she still wanted to talk to and try and spend time with you.