#my moms laptop. that has a charger that is almost broken

[slyferslackers]

due to my whole avoiding everything ever i didnt know supermassive released a new game till it was already out. i watched a bit of it by gab smolders off youtube and honestly. i think i like it. but i literally havent finished watching the stream..

[twinklelilstarkey]

Kicked Out - Rafe Cameron

Words: 1.8k+

Type: Angst

Summary: Rafe is kicked out of the house by Ward and runs to you when it happens.

Warnings: Being kicked out. And a whole lot of crying. This is so depressing, jeez louise.

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

(You can imagine this with canon Rafe, since it’s based of a scene from the show. But that literally doesn’t change a thing to the story, so... do what you’d like)

Credits

Tears are already dry on Rafe’s face. They’ve stopped running down his cheeks as he was able to walk his way out of the Cut. And now, he’s just a few steps away from his home.

Or at least what he used to call home.

His phone is already low on battery, but from the times he checked it, it has been almost an hour since his dad left him with Barry.

The muscles of his legs are aching as he continues to walk his way to the front door. The front door and front garden are illuminated by the automatic yellow lights, which almost seem blinding his sensitive eyes.

He unlocks the front door with his key slowly to try and keep the house with its natural silence.

He steps in, head pounding under his fingertips once he brings them to his temples.

And all he can feel is pure exhaustion.

Passing through the lobby of the house was easy, his shoes didn’t make any loud noise to catch anyone’s attention and he didn’t knock anything over. But that invisibility to his family only lasted until he walked past the living room.

“Rafe?” Wheezie says over the sound of the TV, still sitting next to her mom.

“Shit” He whispers to himself.

He ignores his stepsister’s voice and forces his legs to move towards the stairs and up to his room.

The small girl, with the absence of his answer, gets up from the couch and walks towards the door. But as she got there, Rafe has already made his way up the stairs.

She follows him, without a care in the world, only trying to make simple conversation. But as soon as her eyes land on him, she frowns. He looked tense and seemed as if he was careful to even step into the floor of his own home.

He opens the door of his room and sighs, taking in the last looks before he has to leave.

Wheezie, equally as careful with her steps, walks to his wide-open door and is surprised to see him grab a duffel bag and a backpack from the last drawer of the wardrobe.

“Are you going camping or something?” She finally talks.

Rafe looks up quickly, alert by the loud sound of his sister’s voice, and the girl scowls at his face.

Eyes swollen and red and cheeks flushed. Which could mean many things. But his sniffles were the last clue.

“Have you been cri-” She starts but a voice stops her.

“Wheezie what are you doing in Ra- What are you doing here?” Ward asks as he peeks inside the room and sees the son he just kicked out.

“I- Uhm... I-I’m packing” Rafe answers, careful with his words.

Ward studies his son with a rigid look on his face and clenches his jaw.

“Make it quick”

“Yes, sir” He answers, looking back down to his bags.

Rafe, right there and then, turned to his wardrobe and grabbed everything he could see, shoving it into the bags.

“What is going on?” Wheezie asks her brother loudly as he runs through the room, trying to find everything he might need.

“I got kicked out”

Rafe sniffles again and opens one more drawer, grabbing all the socks and underwear he could see.

The silence fills the room once more, and this time it’s heavy and dense. Almost making it hard to breathe.

Wheezie stands in the doorway, holding her own sweaty hands while watching Rafe pack up all of his belongings in silence, not knowing what to say or ask.

Rafe grabs his charger from his desk and shoves it in the already full bag. He stands straight quickly and pulls his phone out of his pocket, 2%.

He quickly unlocks it and scrolls through his contacts, clicking on your name. He stares down at the contact picture before bringing it to his ear, as wave of warmth and comfort washes over him as he stares at you.

His eyes fill up in tears and he stares up at the wall, bringing the phone up to his ear, listening to the ringing and waiting for you to pick up.

Voice mail.

“Fuck” He whispers to himself.

He can always sleep over at Topper’s but that doesn’t seem... right.

He turns back to his bags once more and closes them, throwing both over his shoulder as he checks around the room to see if he forgot anything.

“Where are you going to stay?” Wheezie asks, making the boy look down at her again.

“I don’t know yet” He answers, voice cracking slightly at the end.

Rafe clears his throat as to act as if it wasn’t what it sounded like and Wheezie’s eyes fill with tears at the sound of it. Rafe looks away, biting his lip as a way to fight the wave of emotions that’s coming his way, and walks towards the doorway, closer to her.

“Will you visit?” She asks.

Her voice is low, almost a whisper. Almost sounding as if she’s scared of what words to use. But filled with sadness and shaking at every syllable.

“I don’t think I can” He replies, voice as shaky.

Wheezie, with that, wraps her arms around Rafe and hugs his torso. A sob escapes her mouth and Rafe looks away from her again, not wanting to break down once more.

(...)

You’re deep into your sleep at around midnight, notifications off your phone and random episodes of a random reality show play as background noise.

You’ve had a rough week with college, but you’re finally done with your tests. You only have to worry about projects now.

A light knock on your door awakes you and you stare at the darkness of your dorm in confusion. Who in their right mind is knocking at your door at 3am?

You try and ignore it, hoping that it’s just a drunk college student, trying to find his room while intoxicated.

But the person doesn’t give up.

You sigh loudly while throwing your covers off you, letting the cold air touch your warm skin. You shiver slightly as you put on the hoodie that rests at the end of your bed but it’s warmth quickly calms you down.

You walk towards the door, trying your best to not trip over anything on the dark room, and open it.

“Rafe?” You ask in a whisper.

You cringe at the strong lighting of the hallways and your boyfriend stares down at you. You turn on the light beside you and you frown at him.

“What’s wrong?”

Rafe visits you every weekend, so seeing him at your door at a Friday night is not too rare. But he’s never this late.

Or with bags this full.

“Can I come in?” He asks, low tone.

You nod and open the door widely so he can walk in comfortably.

The warmth of the room welcomes Rafe as soon as he steps in, and he puts down both of his bags beside the door.

You grab his hand, not only to get a hold of him but also to get his attention, and he looks away from the floor to look at you.

“Is everything okay?” You ask with the sweetest tone you could pull off.

Rafe lifts his gaze somewhere else at your question, not wanting to continue eye contact. He just shakes his head as a ‘no’, as emotions overflow him and make his chin shake.

You pull his hand towards your hip and quickly wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Rafe does the same, wrapping his arms around you as he lays his head on top of yours.

He doesn’t want to cry in front of you, but it’s getting harder and harder as he holds it in.

“You can tell me anything” You whisper into his chest, voice muffled by his shirt, “You know that”

“I know” He says, this time louder, but shakier.

You lift your head up to look at him and the sight just breaks your heart into an uncountable amount of pieces.

“Let’s sit” You tell him as a way to try and make him feel more comfortable.

He nods and let’s go of you for that minute, slowly. You grab his hand again and pull him to sit next to you on the bed. You sit quietly looking at him as his hand grabs onto yours tightly.

“Dad kicked me out” He whispers while looking at the ground, not wanting to see your reaction.

“What?” You ask shocked, “why?”

“I fucked up” He replies, shrugging his shoulders, “Like always” he adds.

With that you let go of his hand and cup his face. His warm hand now sits on your cold leg as you force him to look at you.

Tears have escaped Rafe’s eyes as he stared into the ground, and when staring at you, it only made it worse.

“Bubba, I-”

“I fucked up really bad” He emphasizes.

You clean his tears with your thumbs and he stares at you silently.

“Do you have a place to stay?” You ask him and he shakes his head.

Rafe looks away again, blinking his new tears away as he pretends to look out of the window. Your hands now resting at his jaw and back of his head, caressing him.

“You can stay here, with me” You offer, “I don’t share this dorm with anyone... And they almost never check who is sleeping on each dorm, anyways”

He stares back at you and clenches his jaw.

“Can I?” He asks, “It will be temporary, I- I promise”

“Of course, you can. As long as you need”

Rafe gives you a small broken smile and wraps his arms around you again, pulling you towards his side in a hug. You wrap your arms around his neck and give in to the tight hug. One of your hands rests over his hair and you play with it slowly, as a way to comfort him.

You two stay like this for a bit, just until you need to go lock your dorm room door again and turn off the lights.

Rafe lays with you as you come back to bed, and after you offered to give him more blankets or even more comfortable clothes (previously stolen a few months back from his room).

You lay over his chest, letting him play with the ends of your hair as always as you watched whatever is on the screen of your laptop.

You fell asleep almost an hour later of cuddling and laying in the silence.

But Rafe didn’t. The first minutes of you being asleep were calm and quiet. Almost made it seem like he was back to his past reality.

But he didn’t blink an eye the whole night. Because that’s his true reality now. He’s not ready to walk alone for the rest of his life. Even with you. He’s not ready for anything.

Nobody prepared him for this, especially his own dad. And he’s scared of it. Maybe even terrified of what’s to come.

And there’s nothing he can do but let it happen. And that terrifies him.

- - - - - - -

Why do I only write angst? Is this too depressing? I’m so sorry.

My requests for Rafe are still open! You can request anything (except for smut)!

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[writingsbychlo]

to fix a broken promise | stuart twombly

word count; 8919

summary; stuart makes a pretty big mistake and breaks a promise to you, and now he has to try and make it up.

notes; this is the first of two parts in a little tribute for my best gal @stylesharrys​ and her birthday. happy birthday, babey, you deserve it, just for putting up with my dumbass. the second part is the actual happy birthday bit, this just leads up to it.

warnings; smut, pretty tame to be fair, that’s about it.

Throwing his bag down onto his desk, he rubbed at his eyes, a headache forming at his temples as he tried to shake the unsettling feeling that he was forgetting something. He had his laptop charger, he had his laptop, he had a mug of coffee, he had his wallet, his phone, his house keys, he had everything, so why did he feel like something was off?

Chalking up to stress form the project they were currently working on, he flopped down onto his seat, spinning slightly in the office chair before tucking himself under his desk, humming happily as he took a deep gulp of the hot and bitter liquid. Not that it was bitter anymore, after he’d put plenty of milk and sugar into it. Opening the lid of his laptop, he pressed down on the ‘on’ button, a soft sound filling the room as the device began it’s boot up, and he sent a small nod to his coworker as she all but skipped into the room, plopping down into own seat at the desk opposite his as she got herself started up for the day as a much faster speed than he was doing.

“So, you must be excited, then?”

Stuart’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her, arranging all her trinkets and photos around her perfectly as she typed in her password, looking up over the edge of the computer to him, brows raised as she waited for an answer. Excited wasn’t exactly the word he would use, more like relieved. This project had been killing him for the last few weeks, he’d been throwing everything he had into it in hopes of getting a subtly promised promotion and pay rise in the outcome. Simply sending her a nod, he hummed, and she seemed to accept that answer as she grinned, and he tuned her out as she began to go off into a description of a dress she was going to wear for some kind of event as some point.

Typing in his password, he ran a hand over his face, taking a deep breath as he set off on a long days work of polishing up and perfecting the project he’d been putting his everything into for the last couple of months. He’d been pulling long nights in the office, often not going home until the sun had sunken behind the horizon, and sometimes even arriving before it had risen again in the morning.

He knew he probably should have balanced his time in a more effective way, but this way important to him, it was the first truly solo project he had been given and he wanted it to be flawless, he wanted to know he could produce something of merit and worth, and he knew he could if he put in all the work, and he had. He’d cancelled twice on his monthly visits to see his mom for it, promising that he’d come down for a whole weekend to make up for it once it was over. He’d denied every chance his friends had invited him out, opting to work on his project, and you had supported him. You’d brought him coffee and meals to his home office when he was working on the weekends, and you’d forced him to go to bed, no matter how much he’d huffed and puffed about it, only to ass out as soon as his head had hit the pillow.

The day had flown by, his stomach rumbling when lunch had rolled around and he’d actually smiled - genuinely - at Billy when the man brought him back a grilled cheese and chocolate muffin for him, a bottle of water on the side. He’d made a mental note to do something nice for the man in return, enjoying the large hand that had patted down on his shoulder as the taller colleague left him to it.

He hadn't quite realised how late it had gotten until he looked around and noticed that he was now alone in the office, his eyes glancing down to the clock in the bottom corner of his computer. Almost eight PM. He shook his head, his neck and back aching from his work and he stretched his arms up above his head, unable to hold back the grin on his lips as he hit save on his project, finished and ready to send it off. As soon as the small ‘whoosh’ sound of the email being delivered sounded out from his laptop, he cheered to himself quietly, shutting down the device and leaning his head back, letting his eyes slide closed for a moment.

He took a second, in his own solitude and joy, basking in the success of finishing his first project to the best of his ability, before rubbing at his eyes and standing up to pack away slowly. The lights in the corridor had gone off with the little movement, and so when they all began to flick on one by one, a single pair of footsteps echoing along the marble tiles, his head flicked up, meeting those of his boss as Stuart stood up straight, tugging his coat up his arms and fastening it as Chetty pushed the office door open, leaning on the glass panel as his brows furrowed.

“Twombly. What are you still doing here?”

Stuart cleared his throat, packing his bag and zipping it up as he licked over his lips, processing his words as his mind chugged slowly with his exhaustion. “Finishing up my project, sir. I just sent it over to you, I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

“I didn’t think you would still be here, isn’t tonight a special night?” The man chuckled out his words, and Stuart rubbed his hands in front of himself, brows furrowing as he rolled on the balls of his feet.

“Uh, what do you mean?”

“Isn’t tonight the night of your girlfriend’s charity event thing? Your whole office booked it off weeks ago, I had to approve all their day-off requests.” Stuart’s stomach dropped, and he felt like his blood was running cold, turning to cement in his veins as his heart just stopped beating.

That had been the feeling of something off. It had been so many months since you’d excitedly told him about it. Your work was throwing a charity event, hoping to raise some money to replace some of the equipment and get better facilities to help the residents in your care, and perhaps even take them all on a day trip out to cheer up some of those who needed it. You were giving a speech, a speech he was supposed to have helped you write and he’d been so busy with his own work that he’d completely forgotten.

He excused himself quickly, Chetty wishing him luck as he dashed outside to his car, the cold of the night hitting him at once as he made the quick walk across the campus to the car park, his feet stumbling under him as he tried to pull his phone out of his pocket. He had turned it off to stop it from distracting him, and he tapped his fingers against his leg anxiously as he watched the notifications suddenly become pouring in.

He had two missed calls and three texts from you, and a range of calls and texts from his team, before it had all gone silent around about an hour ago, and he swallowed thickly, opening a new message to you and nervously swiping his fingers over the electronic keys.

I’m on my way, baby! I’m so sorry! Be there soon! xxxx

He hopped into his car, running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath as he thought about what he had to do. Firstly, he had to go home and change into his suit. He knew how formal this event was, and suddenly he realised why Neha had been droning on for almost thirty minutes this morning about her favourite types of formal dresses.

[Baby 🌹]

dont bother. already did my speech.

He felt sick to his stomach as he read the message, you had blatantly told him not to come, and the normal slew of kisses and emojis you normal gave him were absent, his heart clenching painfully as he made his way home slowly, cursing to himself under his breath.

Stuart had actually collapsed on the couch from how much pacing he had done, his legs aching and he was certain the carpet actually looked a little worn down from all the walking back and forth he had done. His leg would not stop jittering, no matter what he did, and his dinner had long since been cleared away, half-eaten as he gave up, worry gnawing at his insides as he awaited your arrival home.

He was just pulling out his phone to text you, to find out where you were as the late hours of the night dragged on, when he finally heard the screech of tires on the sidewalk outside the house, and he peered through the curtains, watching as you got out of the cab, waving to Neha and the others as they handed you your shoes, your body stumbling up the garden as the car pulled away, and he dashed to the front door, uncoding the latch and swinging it open to look at you.

You were paused, your key half-way to the door as you paused to look up at him, and he worried his bottom lip between his teeth, his brow furrowed as you burst out in a fit of giggles, falling forward slightly and his hands came down to grip at your hips as he guided you into the house, your heels being thrown haphazardly to the floor.

Raking his eyes along you, he swallowed thickly as he took in your makeup, hair done to perfection and a beautiful dress hanging on your body, and he recognised the colour, your dress the same shade as the tie you’d asked him if he liked a few weeks back, the one still sitting out on the counter below the mirror in your shared room. Your hands pushed his away from you, a giggled mumble of ‘I got it’ being provided as you made your way through the corridors, stumbling along happily in your steps as he followed behind you.

“Baby, I’m really sorry. I haven’t been there for you lately, and I was supposed to help you write your speech for tonight, I really fucked up.” His hands were wringing in front of his body as he watched you make your way through the one-story home to your bedroom, hands tugging idly at the zipper on the back of your dress and he reached in, undoing it for you carefully as you stripped down, leaving it in a heap on the floor.

“Doesn’t matter. I wrote my speech myself, and it was fuckin’ ace!” Your arms flew up as you spoke, a wide smile shining on your lips and he scooped your dress up, folding it delicately and placing it on your dresser as you ran your fingers through your hair, pulling out all the clips that held it up in it’s pretty style, building up a small collection on your nightstand.

“I know, but I’m still sorry. Work has just been crazy lately, an-”

“Funny, you couldn’t make it because work had been ‘oh so crazy’, but all the rest of your team did. Every single one of them showed up, but nobody knew where you were.” it was the first bit of venom you had held to him so far, and his blood ran cold, watching as you shrugged and turned away from him, laying your pyjamas out before you as you looked at them carefully, saying in your spot slightly from the alcohol in your blood and he gaped at you, unsure what to say as more apologies began to fly from his mouth, and you held your hand up to silence him, a small smile on your lips. “Don’t worry about it, Stu. I get it.”

“You.. get it?”

You giggled, deciding you wanted a shower as you kicked off your panties and undid the clasp of your bra, dropping the items into the laundry hamper as you padded across the room. “Yeah, I get it. Work is more important than relationships to some people, you’re married to your job, or whatever. It’s cool. It’s good to know. You’re one of those people, you can’t help it.”

You patted his chest as you walked past, a slight skip in your step as you made your way through the house to get to the bathroom, and he watched you go, his mind blank and ears ringing as he thought about your statement. He stumbled over his own feet as he followed after you, your hand under the water as you checked it’s temperature, waiting for it to warm up and you glanced at him over your shoulder, his shoulders sagging and a frown on his lips.

You simply offered him a smile, deciding the water was warm enough, and you turned to him before stepping under the stream, clearing your throat. “Will you make us a snack? I’m super hungry, and if I don’t eat, I’ll throw up in the morning.” You punctuated the statement with a small laugh as you fumbled for the body wash, a dopey grin on your face as you groaned out at the sensation of the warm water cascading over your head.

He simply smiled, guilt swelling in his gut as he moved from the bathroom and clicked the door shut softly behind him, pressing his forehead to the cool wood as he cursed under his breath, no idea how he could have let it get to the point that you thought he prioritized his job over you, and yet he could understand exactly why you thought that. He moved around the kitchen quietly, choking down his sadness as he tried to make you both something to eat, something that would help soak up all the drinks you’d consumed tonight so you wouldn't feel so bad in the morning, and he was just finishing up by the time you came downstairs.

Your wet hair was hanging behind you as you moved around in the space, leaving a slight damp patch on the back of the oversized shirt you were wearing over a pair of sleep shorts, a happy gasp on your lips as he placed the steaming plate of food before you. “A cheeseburger! Fuck, yeah!” He chuckled at your enthusiasm, sitting down to eat his own food as he watched you took in happily, sipping at the cold glass of water he’d provided for you between bites, small hums of satisfaction leaving you as you ate.

“Did it, um.. did it go well then?” He wasn’t sure how his question would be taken, and your eyes ficked up form your plate to look at him, stilling momentraily, before you licked the ketchup from he edge of your mouth and nodded at him, taking off into a detailed description of everything you had done during the night. You spoke about everything from the socialising to the donations to the pictures you had taken, and while he was overjoyed to see that you’d had such a good time, it only made it feel even worse for not being there. His team, his friends had all been there to support you, no matter how busy they had all been with their own work and lives, and as you showed him the picture of you all in front of one of the screens, wide smiles on all of your faces, he felt his gut twist as he noticed himself being the only face missing from the joyful lineup.

Leaving the plates in the sink to be washed in the morning, you seemed to have sobered up a little thanks to your food and the water, your footsteps more steady as you made your way to the bathroom to clean your teeth. He followed behind you shortly after, having checked that all the doors were locked and that the lights were all switched off, and you were just finishing when he arrived.

He took his time, changing into his pyjamas and getting himself ready for bed, your body curled around one of your pillows as you hugged it to your chest, your back facing his side of the bed when he finally came to crawl under the sheets. It felt unusual to sleep on his side, he was so used to sleeping on his back as you curled into his side, and yet now, he threw an arm over your waist, holding you gently and sighing out under his breath when you didn’t move back into him in the dark, instead choosing to remain where you were.

Nuzzling into his pillow, he decided that he would definitely make it up to you, and he would call into work tomorrow to book the day off and spend it with you. There was a small smile on his lips as he thought about how he would make it up to you as he drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

When Stuart awoke in the morning, he was filled with a whole new kind of energy as he set his mind toward making up for the mess he’d made. Your side of the bed was empty when he woke up, the sheets cold as he stretched, listening out to see if he could hear your movements around the house.

Rolling out of the bed, he rubbed at his eyes and fumbled for his glasses as he made his way through the home, the corridors and rooms silent, and he let out a low groan under his breath as he noticed your work shoes missing from the space they normally occupied on the rack by the door. Upon seeing the folded paper sitting on the kitchen counter, he already anticipated the words written on the paper, and yet he looked at it anyway, his body deflating as his plan to fix things all came crashing down around him once again.

‘picked up an extra shift, home at the usual time. x’

He ran a hand over his face, glancing at the clock and deciding that with nothing better to do, he may as well go to work and see Neha. If anyone could tell him how to fix a fuck-up this collosal, it was her.

He felt especially lonely while he was getting ready to go to work, the word now having a bitter taste in his mouth as he thought about the place that had consumed so much of his time that he’d completely forgotten about all the things that really mattered. The car journey was boring, and he made a quick stop at the store on his way, knowing that he may well have to bribe Neha into helping him.

His feet dragged along the floor as he neared his team office, his body riddled with anxiety and he felt weighed down, the tension making him swallow thickly as he finally pushed the door open, and the chatter in the office fell silent as he entered, all eyes on him curiously, and he offered them a tight lipped smile, letting the door shut behind him as he entered the room.

Neha was the first to approach, as he’d expected, slapping the back off his head as she tutted at him, wandering off to the kitchen, and he didn’t even bother to complain. Lyle quickly made himself busy, heading off to his desk, and Yoyo refused to meet his eyes as he spun around in his desk chair, typing at his computer. Both Billy and Nick were fixing him with looks he didn’t quite understand, and he sighed out, holding up the box in his arms.

“I brought you guys donuts.” He waved the box, dropping it down onto the central table and pushing it toward the middle as everyone looked on curiously, and Billy and Nick shared a look, cracking open the box each as they seperated on the couch, Nick patting at the space between them.

“Grab a ring and take a seat, my man.” Stuart did as he was told, taking a plain glazed donut and making his way towards them, Billy’s eyebrows shooting up as he watched Stuart move, mumbling under his breath at his surprise at not getting fought on the request, and he didn’t even have it in him to fight. He really could use the advice right now.

Collapsing down into the space, his fingers nudged his glasse sup as he ran a hand over his face, adjusting the specs back on his nose properly as he stared down at the treat in his hand, not really feeling entirely deserving of it and he leaned over, placing it down on the table as the two men either side of him chomped happily on theirs. “What happened, kid?”

“I don’t know. I forgot.”

The blond hummed, licking the icing from his fingers as he thought about it, and Billy clasped his free hand down on his shoulder. “Well, first of all, I think you should know that she was a superstar last night. She did her speech - very moving, by the way - and then talked to pretty much everyone. I think they did really well, she was on fire, really.” Nick smacked Billy behind him as Stuart bit his lower lip, nodding at the words.

“I’m glad, really. I wish I’d been there. I really fucked up. Thank you for looking after her, and for bringing her home.” Stuart whispered, sinking further into the seat and rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans. He felt a large hand muss up his hair in a playful movement, and he couldn’t even form a glare for the tall man who had done it, instead just letting his head roll back on the edge of the couch so he could stare at the ceiling.

“You really feel bad, huh?”

“Yeah. I don’t know how to fix this, guys. She thinks I care more about work than her, and can you even blame her?” Tears were welling in his eyes and he scrunched them up, growling under his breath as he refused the emotions, choosing instead to just huff out his thoughts. “I love her so fucking much, and now, she thinks I’m never going to care about her as much as I care about my job.”

Silence sat over the room at his confession, and he sniffed lightly, not even resisting the comforting pat that was placed on his arm, and not even the clicking of keyboard tiles could be heard as they all listened in on his exclamation.

“So, just show her she’s more important than work is?” It was Lyle that eventually spoke, and Stuart lifted his head, cracking his eyes open to look at the man and his brows furrowed, eyes squinting for a second as he willed away the sting of tears that hadn't been released.

“Any suggestions on how to do that would be greatly appreciated.”

All eyes turned to Neha, who was stirring her coffee, the spoon clinking against the edges of the mug as she pointedly avoided all the males’ gazes, before letting out something between a sigh and a groan, fixing Stuart with a glare as she gave in. “For the record, I’m only helping you because your girlfriend is awesome and deserves something great.”

“I could not agree more.” He muttered, and she pursed her lips, glancing at the open box of pastries on the table and Stuart offered her a grin as he sat forwards, pushing it towards her temptingly.

“And you brought donuts, so fine. I’ll help you.” The men either side of him cheered loudly, whooping and hollering as Stuart beamed, his cheeks flushing red as relief flooded his system, and Nick pointed at the sweet-treat he had abandoned at the beginning of the conversation.

“Eat your donut. We have a lot of work to do.

Nick had been right, there really was a lot of work to do. He had spent the day running around the office building to gather donations from every team he could think off, not backing down until he had checks written out just to get rid of him, a proud sum of money in a stacked collection of paper slips that he had placed into an envelope, sealing it tightly and tucking it into his bag.

It had taken hours for Neha to warm back up to him, but when she eventually had, she’d brainstormed ideas one how to fix things, and show that he really cared. He’d had to practically beg Chetty for the time off work two weeks from now, and the hour he had spent being chastised by your protective coworker on the phone had been the longest and most intimidating of his life, and he was almost afraid to show up at your work to collect you anymore.

The team had throw idea after idea at him, his mind spinning as he tried to process everything he could do, and that was exactly how he found himself standing nervously in the middle of the kitchen, his fingers drumming on the counter as she waited for you. The smell of your favourite freshly cooked dinner was hanging in the air, a bottle of wine sitting out on the perfectly laid candles flickering quietly as one of your playlists played low tunes in the background, two envelopes sitting on the table, one small and thick, the other large and flat.

Finally, the clicking of keys sounded in the doorway, your tired sigh following it as Stuart made his way into the corridor, awarding you a soft smile as he watched you toe off your shoes, wiggling your toes for relief as you hung up your coat.

“Smells good in here.”

He grinned, taking a step forward and lacing your fingers with his, raising your hand up until he could place small kisses to your knuckles, pushing his glasses back up his nose as you laughed gently at his actions. “I cooked.”

“Oh, good, I’m starving. I didn’t get a chance to grab breakfast this morning before they were calling me in and I had to go.” You chatted, brushing off the events of the previous night entirely as he guided you through to the kitchen, pulling your chair out for you as you looked around at his attempt at a romantic setting. “You know it’s not my birthday for like.. three weeks yet, right?”

“I know. But I wanted to do something nice for you. Show you how much you matter to me.” You fixed him with a curious look, your brows raised, but you took the seat he was offering, letting him tuck you under the table before taking the food from the oven where it had been keeping warm and quickly serving you both up a plate, handing it over to your waiting hands as you grinned at him.

He put his own food down in his place, before popping the cork on the bottle of wine, holding it up to you in a silent offer and you nodded, letting him pour you a glass, repeating it for himself as he moved to sit down, and your hand found a fistful of his shirt, pulling him down until you could place your lips on his gently, a sigh leaving him as he eagerly returned the sweet kiss. His hands cupped your cheeks delicately, and he smiled against your mouth, pulling away and placing a final kiss to your lips as he sat down. “This looks so good, Stu.”

“Well, I’ve made it enough times that I’m almost certain I got it right, so, here’s hoping.” You raised your glass at his joke, tapping it against his before lifting your fork, taking a bite of the food and taking a few test chews, before you were moaning out happily at the taste and placing another forkful between your lips, your eyes sliding shut. “This is exactly what I needed.”

He grinned, tucking into his own food as the two of you ate quietly, sipping at your wine and simply enjoying the music, occasionally humming along to the tunes as you ate. It was at least half way through your meal before you spoke up again, licking the sauce from your lips before guiding your gaze up to him, his gaze fixed on you as he waited for you to finish your mouthful before speaking up.

“So, how was work?”

He grimaced placing his knife and fork down as he shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “Fine. Nothing exciting happened. How was your day?”

Your brows rose as he dismissed the question, the forkful of pasta halfway to your mouth as you looked at him, your eyes narrowing slightly. “What? That can’t be true. You always want to talk about your day at work, or your big project, what’s going on?”

“None of that really matters, I’d much rather talk about you.” He confessed, and you chewed slowly as you looked at him, awarding him with a simple hum as you considered his words, and he ate anxiously as he watched you sip your wine to wash down to food, swilling it around your glass before finally speaking again.

“What did I say last night that’s making you act so different?”

His gut churned, his mouth dropping open and his cheeks flushed, his shoulders slumping as he looked at you and he let out a sigh under your gaze. “Is it really that obvious?”

“No, it’s just that you’ve been so preoccupied lately that something must have happened that made you suddenly take a night off work to cook and light candles and do all this. Seeing as you couldn't even make it to my charity event last night, something big must have happened. I’m assuming I said something about it to you last night when I got home. I’d had a fair amount to drink.” You shrugged, like it was the simplest thing in the world to say, and you continued eating as the man put down his knife and fork, watching you longingly.

“That’s just it, you didn’t say anything last night that isn’t true, that you haven’t said now.” He reached out across the table, taking one of your hands in both of his and smoothing his thumbs over your knuckles as he thought about his next words. “You said that you think I care more about my job than I care about you, and that it was okay because that’s just who I am, but it’s not okay, and that’s not who I want to be.”

“Oh, Stuart, I was dru-”

“No, don’t say it was because you were drunk, because I know that I’ve been a really shitty boyfriend lately. I just don’t want you to ever think that you aren’t the most important thing in my life, okay?” He paused, glancing up at you as you watched him carefully, giving him a small smile of encouragement. “I love you, so much.”

“I love you too, you know that.”

“I know, but I love you so much that you're all I want, you’re everything to me and I feel awful that I didn’t help with your speech and I wasn’t there to see you and support you. I feel so guilty, and I know one stupid dinner doesn’t make up for how I’ve been treating you lately, but I’m kinda’ hoping these will.”

He took one hand out of yours, handing you the small envelope and you opened it curiously, your jaw dropping as you laughed unbelievingly, flicking through all the slips in the envelope as you looked at them, all donations to your cause for getting better equipment and healthcare for the residents in your care. “Holy shit, Stuart! What did you do, go door to door at Google?” Your words were joking, but he scratched at the back of his neck, chuckling under his breath.

“Yes, actually. I was very persistent and incredibly annoying. Unlocked my secret ability to be a door-to-door salesman, apparently.” You merely rolled your eyes, placing the envelope back down as he grinned, and you pushed your chair back, rounding the table and standing before him, hands on his cheek as you pulled his face in towards you for another kiss, but he moved at the last minute, head twisting in your arms as he reached for the other envelope, and your hands moved down to loop around his neck. “That one was for making it up to you for not being at your event yesterday. This one is for making it up to you for being such a crappy boyfriend lately. It’s also a birthday present.”

You cooed at him, taking the envelope and pushing his hands out from where they were covering the front of his body, and you seated yourself happily across his lap, one of his arms coming to fasten around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watched you skim your thumb under the seal of the envelope to open it. Pulling out the collection of papers, you scanned your eyes over the front page of it, laughing lightly under your breath.

“I’m taking a week off work?”

“Keep looking.” He grinned, and you moved the page that had the details of you week off from work printed on to the back of the stack, the familiar bright colours of the google insignia standing out on the crisp white paper as you read quietly, the words mumbled from your lips as he watched you carefully, pulling back to press a kiss to your shoulder, before balancing his chin there once again.

“We’re taking a week off work?”

“Mhm. There’s more, you haven’t even seen the best part yet.” Your brows raised, and you twisted in his arms to press a kiss to his lips, a happy hum sounding from him before he pulled back, lips still puckered and a whine in his throat. “No, no, read first. Kiss me after.”

“Okay, okay!” You chuckled at his enthusiasm, flicking the paper over and shaking your head fondly as you turned to look at the papers. Your eyes moved over the page once, twice, three times before your jaw dropped, your face turning to Stuart’s as your eyes searched his. It was silent for a moment, the papers in your hands being placed down as you turned to look at him fully, your hands holding his face firmly between your hands as he beamed at you, a wide and toothy grin on his face. “Why am I looking at plane tickets to Rome?”

Your voice was uncertain and shaky, and his smile only widened as he looked at you. “What reason could we possibly have for plane tickets?” He moved the seat reservations from your sights to show you the final paper, the hotel room tickets and details on the final one. “I can’t possibly imagine why we would have a hotel booked too, b-”

“We’re going to Italy?”

“We’re going to Italy!” He watched your reaction, a loud squeal leaving you as you jumped up from his lap, cheering loudly as you shook the papers, practically bouncing up and down on the spot as you cheered happily. He stood up, his hands finding your hips as he pulled you toward him, taking the papers from your hands and placing them down on the table, your chest pressed flush up to his as his arms wound around your waist. “So, forgiven?”

“Hm, I think so.” You teased, your nose bumping against his and he let the weight from his shoulders fall away as he relaxed under your touch.

“Kisses now?”

“Oh, I’m going to do a lot more than kiss you, Stuart Twombly.” Your hand around his neck pulled him down, your mouths meeting in a heated embrace and he groaned into your mouth, licking along your lower lip as his fingers dug into your hips. He dipped you backwards a little, your body arching into his as he leaned down, your tongues tangling together happily, your fingers moving to play with the shorter hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Stuart.” You mumbled the words into his mouth and he growled, nipping at your lower lip as he hummed, pressing a few more long kisses to your lips. “Now, are you going to take me to bed or not?” He nodded, smirking down at you as he guiding you backwards in slow steps, navigating you through the halls of your home, your feet moving in slow steps as he moved you, until you were standing in the middle of your bedroom, soft smacking sounds of your kisses echoing from the walls. Your hands smoothed up into his hair to tug on the soft chocolate strands, his own palms sliding down from your hips until he was squeezing at your ass roughly, your soft pants being swallowed by him as he kissed your hungrily, tongue dragging against your own.

“What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me how to make you happy.” You pulled back, peppering kisses along the smooth skin of his jaw as he tipped his head back for you, his breathing shallow as you did and he held you close to him.

“You do make me happy, Stuart.”

“Then tell me how to make you moan.” His voice was husky, and you took your lower lip between your teeth, whimpering under your breath as he dipped his own head, sucking on the sweet spot he knew so well as he licked over your skin, kissing and nibbling as he worked to leave a mark that wouldn't fade for days to come.

“Just show me how much you love me.”

“I can do that.” His fingers moved up, dancing along your waist as he pulled up the hem of your shirt, tugging the cotton item up and over your head, dropping it to the floor. He kissed along your neck, sinking lower and lower until he was dropping to his knees. He left open mouthed kisses along the skin of your stomach, nimble fingers popping open the button on your jeans as he inched them down and along your thighs, your hands on his shoulders as you stepped out of the restrictive material, kicking them away.

His hand smoothed up and over your thighs, massaging at the muscles tenderly before standing back to his full height, hands on your cheeks to pull your lips back to his. You didn’t even realise he was walking you backwards until your legs met the edge of the mattress, his fingers toying with the clasp of your bra, getting it undone and stripping it from your body, large and calloused palms cupping your tits and squeezing them lightly between his fingers.

Your mewls reached his ears only seconds later, your nails raking over his chest and you tugged idly on on his t-shirt, whining into his mouth.

“I want this off.” You whispered, and he chuckled deeply, stepping away from you to discard the shirt, his bare skin reflecting the dull lighting of the room, your eyes tracing each individual mole and freckle marked on his skin, the dark marks standing out prominently on his pale flesh and you swallowed thickly, licking over your lips as you took in the shirtless sight of the man you loved.

Catching your fingers in the belt loops of his khakis, you tugged his hips toward you, your lips pressings sweet kisses along his shoulders, and his rough hands rubbed up and down your sides, your skin erupting in goosebumps as heat flooded your body, leaving your skin flushed under your boyfriend’s lustful gaze. “These too?”

Two of his own fingers hooked under the waistband of his pants, tugging them away from his body a little and snapping them against his skin, your head moving before you could stop it, lips parted and mouth dry and you shivered under the look he was giving you. “Yes, please.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

He winked at you, his smirk never fading as he undid the front of his pants, his eyes locked with yours as he pushed them down his thighs, kicking them from his feet until the two of you were just standing before one another in your underwear; you in your panties and him in his boxers. You could feel your slick running through the thin and flimsy material of your underwear, and the wet patch forming on the tented front of Stuart’s boxers told you he was feeling the exact same way.

“You’re so beautiful.” His words could barely be heard, but you caught them, your heart swelling with pride and love as you nodded, taking his hand in yours and guiding the two of you down onto the sheets, crawling backwards up the bed as he followed above you, leaning you down until your head was buried in the pillows. His breath was fanning over your cheeks, hot and panted as the two of you watched one another, eyes locked in loving embrace.

Your hand slipped between you both, along your front and down to palm at the straining cock in his boxers, a low grunt leaving him as you did, your nails tracing the outline of his hard cock, even through the wet cotton. “Condom. Now. I need you.” You gestured to the bedside table on his side, and his jaw fell open, his eyes wide as he nodded quickly.

“Okay. Okay, I got it.” He pulled away, reaching over just far enough to grab one of the thin silver packets from the box within the drawer, the wood slamming shut soon after as he pulled back. Pulling away from your body, he dropped his boxers to the floor, foil packet held delicately between his teeth as he pumped himself slowly, moving back to kneel over you on the bed, precum leaving his red and taut skin shining as he toyed, finger pushing up underneath the head of his cock as he let out strangled sounds as he pleased himself.

Seconds later, he was tearing the packet open, rolling the rubber onto his cock and humming at the stimulation of the action, his hands finding the lace on either side of your body, your hips lifting up as he eased the material away, no longer hiding your soaked core from his views. With a hand on each knee, he parted your thighs, his body settling between them as he left wet kisses along your collarbones, moving down until he could wrap his lips around one stiff standing nipple, your back arching as a hand wove into his locks, holding his head to your chest.

Swirling his tongue around the taut bud, you whined out, hips rolling up onto his leg, a thigh clenched as you ground your dripping core onto his skin, a growl leaving him and he left wet and shiny trails on your skin as he dragged his tongue along your flesh to give the other mound the same attention. Your walls were clenching around nothing, flooding with arousal as your body thrummed with need.

He pushed two fingers through your folds, swirling them in the wetness that had gathered and pushing against your clit, and a shake ran over your body, your eyes closing and your head pushing back into the pillows, a loud cry of his name leaving your lips the second his lips wrapped around your clit. Sucking gently, he pushed a single skinny digit into you, your walls fluttering around his finger and sucking it into you deeper as the pad smoothed along your walls.

Pulling it out slowly, the nail scratched just enough to make your hips jump up, the pressure of his movements on the pulsing bud between your legs only getting quicker and rougher, his tongue joining the mix as he lapped at your core. A thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, his eyes watching as your face scrunched up in pleasure and your jaw hung open, calling his name out as he brought you waves of bliss, even just from the simple touch.

Setting a fast rhythm, he prodded a second finger at your entrance, soon allowing it to join the first, the tips of his fingers brushing your spot each time he plunged into you deeply, and he scissored his fingers, opening you up for him as your thighs trembled under his touch. Your own hands lifted up, palming at your tits and he slurped between his fingers, licking up every droplet of wet arousal you let out, drinking you in needily as wet sounds filled the room, filthy and pornographic as he moaned into your body.

The vibrations shot along your spine, and with a hand in his hair, you tugged, dragging his face back up to yours, his chin glistening with your juices as you looked at him, eyes wide and filled with lust glasses sitting askew on his face and you reached up, taking them from his face carefully and placing them on the set of drawers beside the bed. Yourhands held his face, thumbs running over his cheekbones softly as you pulled his mouth down to yours. The taste of you spread from his mouth to your own, and he groaned softly as you sucked on his lower lip, the tip of his cock prodding at your heat and he could feel the wet warmth coming from you, even through the rubber.

“I’m ready. Just fuck me, I need it. I need you.” He nodded, lips still puckered as you pulled away and he lifted one of your legs up to sit on his hip, his hand lining him up between you both and his eyes locked with yours as he sunk forward, filling you slowly, inch by inch until your hot walls were hugging around his cock tightly, your hips pressed together as he mumbled profanities and praises for only you to hear.

He gave you a moment to adjust, your walls stretching to accommodate his size and you let out a deep breath, rolling your hips up into him to give him the signal that you were ready, and he took it, moaning out your name as he pulled back slowly, feeling every dip and inch of your tight passage as he moved slowly. When he was almost all the way out of you, he snapped his hips back forward, your back arching up into his chest as he filled you up deeply once again.

Your nipples rubbed against his chest, the stimulation jolting through your body and you could feel every throb and vein of his member, your eyes fluttering shut as he held you close. One hand was sitting on your thigh as he set off in his thrusts, fingertips digging so tightly into your skin that there would be fingerprint bruises on your skin in the morning, the other holding him up above you as his movements picked up speed. “Harder, baby.”

“I got you.” His words were strained, and he gripped onto your body with more force, the hand beside your head tightening in the sheets, his thrusts hitting deep each time and he was pressing to your special spot, your vision flashing with colours as they rolled back, bliss coursing through your veins. He lifted your leg up higher, balancing it on his shoulder and a scream was torn from you at the new angle, and you only tightened around him.

“Fuck, sweetehart, you’re so tight for me.” His words were practically growled out, sweatlining his forehead as he rammed into you in touch thrusts, the bed slamming back into the wall each time he rocked his hips down, his shaft slipping in and out of you with some of the dirtiest sounds you had ever heard.

“Oh, God, I love it. I love you. Oh, fuck! Stuart!”

“That’s right, baby, scream my name.” He pulled out of you quickly, hands on your hips spinning you around until you were popped up on your knees, your face buried in the sheets, muffling the scream you let out as he slammed back into you in one swift movement. Your nails clawed at the bedding beneath you, your body jolting with every deep thrust he gave you and you felt the spring in your guts beginning to wind up tight, your eyes rolling back in your head as you pushed yourself up on shaky arms.

His hand laced in your hair, pulling your head back so that your sounds were free to echo around the room, clear and loud as you begged and pleaded for him, your back arching up closer to him, and you slammed your hips back to meet his as your thrusts were sloppy, the way he was moving making your head spin.

“Fuck, you gonna’ cum for me, sweetheart? Scream my name, tell everyone who’s making you feel this good? Tell everyone who loves you?” You nodded, gasping breathlessly for him and he leaned over you, his chest almost meeting your back as his movements became uncoordinated and sloppy.

Two of his fingers dipped into your mouth, your tongue swirling around them and soaking them with spit, and he moaned loudly in your ear at the feeling, your cheeks following around his fingers and you could still faintly taste your own essence on his skin, the thought only making you flood with wetness, soaking his cock and he slid easily in and out of you. Trailing the fingers along your skin, lines of saliva connected the tips of his fingers to your lips, until he moved them down to your clit, rubbing rapid circles onto the abused bead.

You threw your head back, letting out a near animalistic sound as your climax crashed over you like a rush. Wave after wave of pure bliss raced through your body, and he could barely move as you shook in his arms, and he held you tightly to his chest, fucking you through your climax as he reached the edge himself. He let out a deep growl into your ear as he came, teeth nibbling on your earlobe and kissing at your jaw as he rode you both through the high.

His skin slid against yours, sweaty and shining as he pulled back, your exhausted body collapsing down onto the sheets as you twitched and quivered, a dopey smile on your face as your eyes closed, a high and deep sigh leaving you as you squirmed in the sheets. Stepping back, he pulled the condom from his cock, his dick already softening as he tied it and discarded it to the bin in the corner, his muscles aching as he dropped down onto the mattress beside you.

You rolled over and lifted his arm as he chuckled tiredly at you, letting you tuck yourself under his arm and nuzzle your nose into his neck, your bodies curling up together to cuddle and he ran his fingers over your skin, tracing indiscernible patterns as you calmed your racing hearts.

“I missed cuddling with you last night. I’m glad you’re back.”

“We don’t cuddle?” You mumbled, yawning through your words and he hummed, nodding and pressing a series of kisses to the top of your head as he relaxed, his own eyes sliding closed as the two of you relaxed.

“No, you cuddled your pillow and we spooned a little.”

“When I woke up, we were curled up together. Guess my unconscious missed you too much to ignore.” He placed a hand over your face, scoffing and pushing you away from him as he teased you for your cheesy statement, and you merely giggled as a reply, squeezing your arms around him tighter as you pulled yourself back into his body, your front pressed up to his side.

“You’re sickeningly cheesy, I can’t stand it.”

“Says the one who booked a romantic trip to Rome.” You joked, and he rolled his eyes, a blush crawling up his cheek as you kissed lazily at the skin you could reach, before pulling back to tug at the sheets, trying to ease them out from under his body, and he shuffled lazily to allow you to, many groans and complaints being thrown in. However, when the covers were draped over his body, he snuggled down into them happily, your eyes rolling fondly as you looked at your half-sleeping boyfriend. “So, how did you get the time off work for both of us?”

“Oh, a lot of begging was done.” He joked, silence settling over the room, and he turned his head toward you, puckering his lips for a slow and deep kiss, which you happily granted you as the two of you adjusted yourselves under the covers. “I love you, and I promise I’ll be better.”

“You’re perfect as you are, Stuart. I love you too.” You muttered, a yawn covering your lips, and he nodded, squeezing you in a silent response. “It’s going to be a very happy birthday for me.”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

[rainey-staerie-daize]

02.12.21

Today was a bitch.

I finally snapped on Bry about keeping the family laptop in his room.

Mom said it and its charger are supposed to stay out here in the common areas, but every time he gets a hold of it, I don’t see it ‘til Sunday when he leaves for his dad’s house. Also, during a conversation with him earlier, Mom yelled from the living room about him going back to class, and we just looked at each other as he yelled back that he was. He was actually a few minutes late because he was playing Roblox, but he wasn’t about to tell Mom that. And I didn’t either, because I didn’t wanna start a fight, but I almost wish I did.

Xan wanted to charge his school laptop, but the only charger out here was for the family one, so I yelled for Bry, who’d taken his by mistake. And when he came out here to swap out the two, I yanked the family one out of his hands and put it on top of the printer next to me.

“So you want the family Chromebook to die?” (Mom’s spread the idea around here that the more something dies, the shorter its battery life gets. No idea if it’s true or not. Things might just wear out as they get older.)

I didn’t know what to say, and he stormed off.

I had enough, and after a second, stormed after him.

I yelled at him for being defiant as all Hell, and at some point I asked him if he was in school, or playing “with [his] stupid Roblox friends.” He said it was Roblox, and that the mic was on. Oops. He tried to shut the door on me, but I wedged myself in there, and shoved the door open. He got off the door, and I flew across the room and almost landed on the pile of toys (good thing I didn’t, because if I’d gotten seriously hurt, I usually don’t have the nerve to ask for medical attention).

Ended up wrestling him for the laptop (because nobody in this house seems to understand anything unless there’s physical force for some reason), which got pulled kinda hard, and he tried to kick me at some point, but I used my body weight against him and won. It was a struggle, because he’s apparently as strong as I am. Don’t know how, but he is.

Brought the laptop to the living room and set it next to the charger, and limply picked up one of Xan’s writing books, ready to continue reorganizing the desk, and I just fucking threw it and screamed because nobody ever listens to me. Not at the top of my lungs, and not for more than a second or two, but it briefly woke up Mom. And as she’s yelling to know what’s going on, I don’t respond as I open the door and leave.

Walking around the neighborhood was okay, I guess. Left the neighborhood onto the busy street we live near. Walked down a way that was kinda picturesque, with tall-ass trees. Saw a zip-lock baggie on the ground with two burritos in it, and came across a wash and an empty-feeling intersection.

Was kinda hot and disoriented after a while because I had left my mask at home and was breathing into my shirt for appearance’s sake (because I know damn well I don’t have COVID). Eventually, I decided to head back, wondering if anyone even came looking for me or if Mom had fallen asleep.

Got home, and was home for a few minutes (or half an hour? hard to tell) before Skye came through the door. Apparently, she was looking for me because “I can’t sleep apparently!” I guess my scream woke her up. She said she couldn’t find me, I told her I left the neighborhood, and she said she kinda figured I would and looked both directions. She couldn’t find me because I walked quite a ways down only the one by the Arco, which she told me was where she thought I was. Great minds think alike, I guess. She grabbed one of the last two ice cream cones in the freezer and went to our room, and I planned to take the other when I went out again.

Bry had taken the laptop and the charger off of the printer and was in his room playing on it again. No lessons learned here, it seems.

Used the bathroom, grabbed my flannel, hat, and compression socks because I like being a vampire, and left again at 4:20. Haha, LOL, blaze it.

Went a different way this time. Came across several neat things that I would’ve liked a pic of, but I didn’t bring my phone with me. I got used to the speed of the Chromebook, so now my phone just infuriates me. Saw an owl on a second-floor windowsill with eyes that seemed to follow me, and I toyed with the idea that the eyes were security cameras and the head would follow me as I walked away, but I was wrong about the head turning. Saw more than one playground with caution tape, and people at the park regardless, a house that had multiple owl decorations, plenty of neat architecture, and a park I didn’t know was nearby. Not like a tiny one for the neighborhood, but a BIG one. Lots of space. Signs said it doubled as a drainage ditch.

I thought the stairs leading into it would make a nice pic, with the orange late afternoon glow, but like I said, no camera. Wandered around for a bit. Thought I saw a bike in the distance and wanted to check it out, so I shielded my eyes from the sun (’cause the hat doesn’t do shit near sunset), but it wasn’t there when I got there. Checked out a map of the wash trail and tried to remember the names of the streets I passed, but no dice. Listened to the ice cream truck that only turned on its music after it saw me walking, and heard it move between different areas of the surrounding neighborhood. Just stood and looked around for a while, and it was nice. No siblings, no Mom, no time constraints. Full autonomy.

After a while, I started feeling kinda chilly, and I had to pee, so I headed home. Didn’t stop and observe my surroundings nearly as much, but I noticed the sun going behind some clouds and the sky turning a subtle rainbow. The park felt much more melancholy without the orange glow, but sunset always comes eventually. All good things come to an end.

Got home at 5:30, and the house is nearly dark. Whenever everyone is distracted by phones and Mom’s asleep, everyone forgets to turn the lights on.

It was okay, I guess. Skye was asleep again, and Bry came out of his room eventually. I forget if it was explained to me when I came home the first time or the second time, but I had apparently somehow damaged the keys to the laptop. Half of them wouldn’t work. Cue very low-key panic, which would’ve been more had I not been just absolutely tired of everything. I use this thing for SCHOOL for crying out loud! Well, that and Tumblr, but seriously?!

I asked to take a look at it, but I never got it.

Had to deal with Xan peeing on himself in Mom and Kare’s room, which Mom blamed on me taking too long in the bathroom once she woke up. I never actually used the toilet in there yet, was just taking two minutes to wash my hands, and Xan never came to this bathroom, but I don’t think she would’ve cared if I’d told her.

After I checked on Kare in the other bathroom, I snagged yet another of my compression socks on that damn staple by the door. I swear, it’s evil.

Finally got to take a look at the laptop, and concluded that it was the crooked hinge causing the issue, and tried to bend it back into place. Didn’t work. After a couple tries I accidentally scraped it kinda bad with the very sharp tool, and Bry messed around with his Bluetooth keyboard for a sec, making me think it was more broken than I had initially thought, and I almost cried.

At some point, I discovered that Kare not only disobeyed me when I said get out of the bathroom when Xan’s bathing, but Xan also splashed most of the floor outside the tub. Once again feeling like nobody listens to me, I decided to just let my feelings fester and try being mute again. Slapped another x of electrical tape over my mouth for a bit while Bry scolded the littles. I think I made it a couple hours before Mom told me to take it off. And I did then, because I was finally in an okayish mood then, but that’s later.

It was around this time in the story that Mom was woken up, and I moved my laptop operation into the bathroom. If I could get this fixed, then she would never have to know about it, and I would avoid getting yelled at. I decided to Google the problem (which I had to use the on-screen keyboard for), and I tried an EC reset. It worked.

Handed it back to Bry, because he was civil about giving it to me to fix and he was in the middle of some anime, and he asked if he could hug me. I’m not very comfortable with hugs, or a lot of emotions actually, so I just kinda sat there, but I appreciate that he thanked me.

I watched shorts on the TV, Kare joined me, and I barely started Up before Xan fucked with me by using the other remote to turn the TV off. Ended up starting up a different movie, that he got to pick. Mom’s glasses arrived, I told her about the pee via whiteboard, and she eventually got me to take the tape off. She has no idea about the laptop, and probably not that I left the house for a while. I let Bry know that I want to use the laptop for school on Saturday, and he gave it to me shortly before dinner, to my surprise. Said something about not being able to play with his friends until Sunday, and he’ll be at his dad’s then.

All in all, a Hell of a day, but I got some serenity for a little bit.

[faithfulcat111]

Just Shapes - Chapter 3

Day 3 (Friday)

The next morning, found Roman finally unpacking his bags from college. He didn’t have much, just a couple large duffle bags and his backpack, but he wasn’t going to just live out of bags, no siree. He had higher standards than that. With his clothes finally unpacked and returned to his dresser and closet, Roman finally pulled his laptop out of his backpack, ignoring his now dead, and useless, cell phone at the bottom. “Ah I’ve missed you, baby,” he said, hugging it close to his chest. “Going over 24 hours without internet is too long. And because they built the tower on the wrong side of the highway, you are my only connection to the outside world.” Roman reached behind his bed, plugging in the charger and ethernet cable, connecting them both to his laptop, before finally powering it up. But what he saw was not what he expected. “No! No! What is this!” Roman cried out as he realized some virus has decided to infest his computer with pop-up ads for all sorts of things he wasn’t interested in. “I need to fix this. Ooh, I could take it to Logan. He’s good with computers,” Roman paused as he tried to remember. “I think. But I don’t really want to lug this across town and I definitely don’t want him seeing this. Gah!” Roman rubbed at his temple with the heels of his hands, “Okay, here’s what you are going to do. You are going to go ask if he can. And then we will go from there. Now, where does he work? Why can’t I remember? Fine, I’ll go ask Patton.” Roman shut his laptop back down and grabbed his jacket as he ran back downstairs. 

Right before running outside, he heard a voice from the kitchen, “Roman? Come see me before you leave.” Roman huffed and headed into the kitchen, a fixed smile on his face, “Morning Mom!” His mom, who was reading at the kitchen table, laughed, “Oh, I’m not a Morning Mom. I’m a 24 hour Mom.” Roman faltered, “A w-what?” “I’m Mom 24 hours a day, 7 days a week,” his mom explained. “Oh, very funny, Mom,” Roman laughed as he finally caught on. “What are you up to today, Roman?” she asked. “There is something up with my laptop, so I’m going to ask Logan to fix it. You remember Logan, right?” Roman leaned against the countertop. “Patton’s boyfriend?” When Roman nodded in confirmation, his mom continued, “Well, you better hope he can fix it. You can’t afford a new one.” “I know, Mom,” Roman said. “See you later.” “Bye honey,” his mom called out as he finally headed out. Roman figured that the best way to find Logan was to ask Patton where he worked. And Patton worked at the Snack Falcon. Which was across town. It was a bit of a walk, but Roman enjoyed the leaves that were just beginning to fall and the brisk autumn air of his journey. He soon reached downtown, passing a store called Video Outpost Too. That sounded vaguely familiar, but when he glanced in the front window, there was some sort of goth girl at the front counter, not Logan. So he continued on to the Snack Falcon. The bell jingled as Roman entered, but he almost immediately exited. Sitting behind the counter was Patton, but he was practically quivering with cups strapped over his ears like some sort of alien, “Um, Patton?” “Hi Roman! I got cups on my ears!” Patton squealed. “I can see that. Why do you have cups on your ears?” Roman asked. “It sounds like the ocean. You know like down at Bright Harbor,” Patton started giggling. “Okay Patton, I’m actually here to find out where Logan is,” Roman steered the conversation away from wherever Patton’s mind was going, knowing it would take way too long to refocus the conversation otherwise. “Should be at work. He works down at Video Outpost too,” Patton nodded with way too much enthusiasm. Roman furrowed his eyebrows, “Does he?” He thought back to the store, distinctly remembering that Logan wasn’t there. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t in the back restocking things or on break or whatever. “Okay, I’ll find him.” “What do you need him for?” Patton said with sudden seriousness. “I’m having computer issues. Logan’s good with computers, right?” Roman asked. Patton’s smile twisted into a smirk, “What kind of computer issues, Roman?” “Just a virus of some sort. Please don’t ask,” Roman begged. Patton burst into laughter, “Wait, you got-” “Dude!” Roman cut him off. “Not cool!” Patton’s laughter devolved into giggles, “Yeah, Logan is good with computers. He is like a hacker, he is so good. He should take care of your little problem.” Roman rolled his eyes as he headed out, “Thanks a lot buddy old pal.” “Any day!” Patton called out as the door shut behind Roman. Roman headed back down the few buildings to the video store, hoping that Logan would have magically appeared in the time he was talking to Patton. But the goth girl just looked up at him and said, “Hello?” Roman tilted his head at her, “Are you asking me a question?” “No?” she answered. “Um,” he shuffled his feet. “Is Logan here?” “No?” she repeated. Roman furrowed his eyebrows, “Wait, do you know he is not here or are you just guessing?” “He’s not here?” the girl continued. “I got in early so he went home? He lives like right next door?” “Oh, um, thank you?” Roman started to back out of the store, thoroughly confused by the girl at this point. “Your welcome?” was the last thing she said before he left completely. “What a weirdo,” Roman muttered to himself as he stepped out of the building. He looked up at the apartment building next door. It was tall and slightly broken down, not exactly the sort of place he figured Logan and Patton would have ended up, but it was theirs. He guessed that counted for something. Roman shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and walked inside over to the elevator. “Awww, that’s cute,” he squealed to himself as he saw Patton and Logan’s names next to their call button in their handwriting with a little heart between them. Then Roman looked at the call button. “You have got to be kidding me!” he shouted upon seeing that the button was completely busted out. He glanced at the other names, most of them too scribbled or faded to really tell what the names used to be. But he had to get upstairs and fix his computer somehow. He tried the button right below his friends. “Hello? Carl?” an old creaky voice came over the speaker. “No, um, Roman. I’m looking for a Logan,” Roman tried to explain. “You’re not Carl,” the voice stated. “And you’re not Logan,” Roman raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what the voice was implying. When he heard a click of the speaker shutting off, he sighed to himself, “Glad we sorted that out.” He tried the next button. “Hello?” a still old but fresher voice said. “Hello, I’m looking for my friend Logan,” Roman tried to cut straight to the point. “Do you go to church, young man?” the voice asked. “I- wait- what?” Roman faltered. “Are you going to heaven?” the voice asked again. “Well,” Roman scratched at the back of his neck. “My mum works at the church, so I kind of get in by default.” When he heard a click, he sighed again. Yup, that was the reaction he usually got. He tried the next button. The voice came over, shouting, “I don’t want any of your stinking cookies?” Roman paused for a second, “I’m not selling cookies.” “Well, whatever you’re selling, I ain’t buying,” there was another click and Roman huffed. This was getting him nowhere. Why was there no cell reception in this whole town that he could just call Logan and ask him to buzz him in? What idiot decided that? What idiot also decided to bust in a call button on two young adults? He looked back up at the call box. There was one more button to push, the one right above Patton and Logan’s. The one that was blank like no one bothered to actually write in their name. “Please let someone actually live here,” he muttered to himself as he pressed the button. After a second, a voice, much younger than any of the previous voices, came over the speaker, “Hello?” “Hello!” Roman quickly rushed, “I’m visiting my friend Logan, but the call button for his apartment appears to be busted. Can you please buzz me in?” “Oh yeah, his short friend got angry one day and kicked it in,” the voice said, completely ignoring the second part of Roman’s statement. Roman paused before asking, “Patton?” “Yeah, that’s his name,” the voice confirmed. “Why would he do that?” Roman wondered out loud. “Beats me,” the voice said, but before Roman could say anything else, they turned the speaker off, leaving Roman alone in the lobby once more. “Oh come on!” Roman shouted as he ran his fingers aggressively through his hair, pulling on it in frustration. He looked back up at the broken call button and quickly slammed his finger into it, consequences be damned. Or maybe he should have cared about the consequences, because he immediately jumped back, howling in pain as the open wires that were apparently hidden behind the broken glass of the call button were live and electrocuted him. It got him the result he needed though because not a second later, Logan’s voice was coming over the speaker, “Hello?” “ARRRRGGGGHHHH!” Roman cried out, still in pain. “Roman?” Logan asked, concern in his voice. “Why!?!?!? Why in the name of all the holed cheese in the world is your button broken? It just electrocuted me!” Roman screamed. The physical pain was subsiding, but the pain to Roman’s ego lingered on. “It’s not broken, you just have to use a screwdriver,” Logan explained, annoyingly calm. “And how was I supposed to know that!” Roman screamed. Logan sighed and there was a loud buzzing sound before he said, “Come on up.” The elevator doors finally opened and Roman blinked at them for a second before scrambling inside before they could close and he’d have to go through that whole process all over again. Once inside the apartment, Logan simply stated, “Patton’s not here you know.” “I know,” Roman said, looking around the sparsely decorated apartment, taking in the little touches that were obviously two broke young adults trying to make the best out of a poor situation. “He sent me to you.” “Why?” Roman finally turned to see Logan looking at him, his head slightly tilted in confusion. He was still wearing his work polo and today a striped tie but was standing annoyingly straight for someone who definitely wasn’t. “My computer’s broken,” Roman decided to cut to the chase. Logan was never the type of person who liked small talk from what he could remember from high school. Logan looked Roman up and down, “And?” “And what?” Roman asked sheepishly. “And where is this said broken computer?” Logan asked, one eyebrow slowly being raised. “Well, um, you see, the problem is,” Roman started to stumble over his words, searching for a way to tell Logan without actually telling him. Logan watched him stumble for about a minute before the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement and he said, “I know what the issue is, come with me.” Roman blushed slightly as he followed Logan into the bedroom, where Logan quickly dug around in his top desk drawer before pulling out a flash drive. He turned and handed it to Roman with a simple, “Here. Just plug this into your computer and it should take care of your little problem.” “Woah!” Roman said, holding the flash drive up in front of him in amazement. “You really are a hacker, like Patton said! You are like computer magic!” “I’m not a hack-” Logan sighed, rubbing at his temples with one hand. “And it’s not magic. It’s just ones and zeros. And we’re just atoms. And our perception of reality is just chemical reactions. Take those away and poof, there goes the universe.” Roman looked at him before saying, “Woah.” Logan sighed again, “Sorry, just, that should fix your problem. You should go now.” “Are you sure, buddy?” Roman asked, now extremely concerned. “Yeah, don’t worry about me. I think like that all the time. Especially when frustrated. But I’m okay,” Logan gave him a smile and Roman took that as his cue to leave. He quickly said goodbye and headed out, determined to at least try to make it home before dark.

“Is that you?” a voice called from the living room as Roman tried to quietly slip back inside. Roman froze for a moment before calling back, “Yeah Dad.” “Come in for a minute,” his dad called back and Roman obliged, walking into the living room to see his dad sitting in front of the tv, enjoying pointless late night talk show hosts. “What were you up to today?” his dad asked, hitting mute on the television. “My computer was acting up, so I went to see Logan to fix it,” Roman explained, watching the host of the show introduce the next guest. “Logan?” his dad asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Yeah, Patton’s boyfriend. I used to hang out with him sometimes in high school,” Roman explained. As his dad continued to look at him, obviously trying to place Logan in his brain, Roman prayed he wouldn’t say anything. He hadn’t, not since Roman came out himself, but it had been a while since he had seen his father either. Finally, his dad turned back to the tv, saying, “That’s right. I like Logan. Smart kid.” Roman gave him a small smile, “Yeah, he is.” He started to turn to leave the room, but his dad spoke up again, “I used to work with his dad.” Roman turned back in surprise. In all his years hanging out with Logan, he had never heard him mention his family and Patton had asked him not to push about it. This was slightly surprising, “You did?” “Yeah. And after we both got laid off, I used to see him at the bar quite a lot,” his dad continued. Roman’s eyes fell to the ground as the room fell into a slightly uncomfortable silence. After a long minute, his dad spoke again, “After I quit drinking, I didn’t see him as much.” His dad let out one last shuddering breath before saying, “Good night, little prince.” Roman perked up slightly, “Good night Dad.” Back in his room, Roman stood before his laptop, saying a slight prayer as he plugged the flash drive in, “Please, please work.” He cautiously powered it on and sat there, nibbling on his nails as he waited for the start-up to finish. Finally, he made it through the log-in screen and his background appeared, but no pop-up ads. “Yes!” Roman jumped up, his bed bouncing him as he celebrated the recovery of his laptop. His messenger app popped up, revealing that Logan was trying to talk to him. LBerry: Did it work? Roman quickly typed back a reply. RomanoTaco: yup! thanks so much! LBerry: No problem. Another message quickly popped up. PattyCake: dijd Logan hack ur comp and get all dat “issues” cleared RomanoTaco: he didnt hack it he gave me a flashdrive PattyCake: DUDE PattyCake: YOU RomanoTaco: please dont PattyCake: HAD PattyCake: SO RomanoTaco: patton…. PattyCake: MUCH RomanoTaco: PATTON FOSTER! PattyCake: ugh u never let me hve any fun RomanoTaco: i really dont want to talk about it PattyCake: fine PattyCake: hey u comin to te party tomorow RomanoTaco: what party PattyCake: theres one out in the wods PattyCake: u should ask virg to drive us RomanoTaco: why me PattyCake: cause RomanoTaco: … RomanoTaco: fine PattyCake: yay! U da bes! Hell say yes hes always drivin me nd Lo places RomanoTaco: okay im heading to bed PattyCake: same! Roman was about to hit log off, when he noticed Remy’s chat message box. He carefully scrolled over to click on it. SleepyRemy is offline. Roman sighed. He didn’t know why he didn’t think of anything less. Nonetheless, he still typed a message. RomanoTaco: Missing you buddy

[crystal-rogue-blog]

Journey to Hell... Michigan Part 2

You thought the story ended with us leaving? Haha, you know that bad stories never end with them just leaving. Of course, we left, in fact we even made it home, however, we didn’t stay there long. I got home just in time for my other friend..... we will call him Sam, for lack of a better name, to stop by. He has been fixing my laptop for a while now. My other friend, we will call her.... Amy, just because, had completely broken it on accident. When I first got it, it was already broken, although, I didn’t want to admit that because I liked it so much. Anyway, so she completely broke it and it just stopped working. Made me very upset. Watson let me use his secondary computer, yes he has too, why? That is a story for another time.

Anyway, after Sam dropped off my computer and I just barely got reacquainted with it, Amy came in and we all sat talking for a while until Sam had to leave for work. No sooner had he left that she started to say stuff like “We should go on a drive.” We have been on drives before so of course, I wasn’t expecting much.

It wasn’t until I went to get in that I realized something was up. As I was getting in she said “bring your charger.” “Why? How long are we going to be gone?” “A while. We might not get back until 8 in the morning.” “Where are we going?” “To see the water.” “Um, where?” “I don’t want to tell you because you won’t go.” “I am feeling like not going because I don’t know where you are taking me.” “Um... Traverse City.” “Haha.... that is far away you know.” “Yeah, if you don’t want to go then you don’t have to, but I am going. I want to go see the water.” “I was literally just there. Do you think your van can handle it?” “You were just there? I didn’t know, you just said that you went to Michigan.”

Anyway, lets skip the rest of this boring conversation and try to get on to the funny stuff. Now, I couldn’t let her go alone. Her van is almost older than we are and practically falling apart at the seams and it was quite a ride, let me tell you.

Before we left our state she confides in me that she actually wants to go meet this guy she is talking too online. I was like “hah, lets bring Watson, he has a license to carry a firearm and I want to not be kidnapped.” She agrees. Watson thinks we are joking at first. He also doubts the van can make a full trip and doesn’t want to leave us alone. He reluctantly agrees to come.

(Just to show you how funny this conversation is, I am going to post what was actually said here.

Me: Amy is taking me to Traverse City right now.

Me: She waited until I got in the car to tell me.

Watson: Yeah? lol

Me: Lol she was afraid I wouldn’t go if I knew

Me: Want me to ask if you can come?

Me: We’re literally just driving there and back.

Watson: I’m not stupid haha

Me: We’re driving there so she can meet her online bf.

Me: And then driving back

Watson: Rogue are you being serious

Me: lol apparently

Watson: That’s not a good idea.

Me: Yeah, well, I’m a hostage so

Watson: Is she driving her van?

Me: Yeah.

Watson: Traverse city is where I took you to see Lake Michigan. What if her car breaks down? You’ll be 5 hours away from home in the middle of nowhere.

Me: Ill call someone.

Watson: I feel like your messing with me. And if you’re not. Tell her to stop thinking with her *expletive* You guys could get hurt.

Me: Want to come?

Watson: I will if you’re being serious.

If you were wondering whether or not  I was going to write our actual names just because we said them in our actual chat. You were wrong. Still hidden.)

We’re going to skip over the ride there because it isn’t really important. We drive by this guys house and she starts getting cold feet... probably because there is no heat in her car and the temperature was in the 20s.

Anyway, she freaks and drives to the gas station. She finally gains the courage tell him she drove there. I know, why didn’t she tell him before she made the trip? She wanted it to be a surprise. He told her to come back to his house. We did. We waited outside for 30 minutes. Then he finally told us that his mother won’t let him come meet her. We think this is weird because he is 23 years old. Too each his own. She leaves in a huff. We’re in her car. Freezing to death. I forgot to mention that at the gas station we got hand warmers for our hands and feet.

So, we start making the long trip back. Me and Watson start falling asleep in the car. Suddenly I hear a wear flapping noise. I am confuse and startle myself awake. I sit up just in time to see her pull off the road and get out of her car to come check the tire on my side. I roll my window down. I am not going to lie to you... this tire... this tire was mad fucked up. There were puncture holes all over it, and the rim was bent, but that isn’t the worst part. One of the bolts was put on with an air hammer (whatever that is) ((I am not car savvy)) and apparently her grandfather had tried to chisel it off. So, it was stuck on there and we were stuck three hours away from home.

It was probably karma for making fun of Watson and his home-state with its state bird the pothole. Or Mosquito, whichever one you know Michigan by. Anyway, so, we didn’t know what to do. She had left her spare tire at home and even if she had brought it, she didn’t have any tools to fix it anyway. We started calling around, but everyone seemed to be busy except for the friends that I forgot I had until after the incident and Sam. He had just gotten off work. I should tell you, we got stranded at 7:30 in the morning.

Sam agreed to help us and sped crazily to get to us. Amy was having a mental breakdown. She slammed her hands on her steering wheel, she slammed the door. You would think she was overreacting, but she wasn’t acting that way because of the accident. She was already upset about the whole situation and her mother called to tell her she was a disappointment, that she made everything about her all the time. She was trying to get her to sell her dog, which is her medicine. Her dog is an emotional support animal for her depression and other problems and her mom was telling her to sell her because she wasn’t responsible enough to have a “child”. It got crazy, her mother got more and more selfish and didn’t offer to help us at all even though she wasn’t working at all today or that her daughter was stuck in the middle of no where. Amy tried apologizing and her mother made her out as if she was being sarcastic and was just screaming and screaming on the phone.

Finally Sam came to the rescue, but unfortunately the one bolt proved to much for us so we called a tow truck to tow us to The Mart’s Wall (yeah, that is what I am calling it to keep the name out of it.) auto repair zone. Then The Mart’s Wall told us that they couldn’t help because it would take a repair man to get that tire off and that there was one across the street. We resigned to the fact that we might have to call the tow truck guy back when Watson went to call the repair place and found out that it was closed.

Stressed out, we had to leave the van where it was in The Mart’s Wall parking lot. We tried to drive it far enough to move it to a regular spot so that it wasn’t in the way of the repair shop that doesn’t repair anything, however, the van was pretty much on its last leg and moving it, even just across the parking lot would have caused it to break down and there was no way we could move it unless we called a tow truck and even then there was no where for it to go.

Amy and I walked in to ask if we could leave it there until Monday. We were waiting at the desk and no one showed up, eventually an old man, that had seen us come in and was one of the people who refused to help us, literally without speaking ushered us back outside. Failing we returned to the van. I was fully ready just to leave it here anyway. At first we weren’t sure if he had went to talk to the boys and was just letting us back outside until we reached them and found out that they hadn’t.

Watson kind of took charge then. As far as the story goes, he went inside and tried talking to the same man that ushered us out, but he just straight out ignored him. Finally he said “We aren’t from around here. We can’t tow the van 3 hours back to where we are from. Can we leave it here until Monday so we can get it repaired?” and He said “No” So... Watson just asked someone else. They said they didn’t care and since he was right next to the rude old man who wouldn’t help us. I think that it is perfectly fine. I mean, he heard him say it was okay.

Anyway, so we headed home. It was a rough day, but I am glad it is over. Prepare for part 3 on Monday. haha.

[ourmidnightneverland]

The Graveyard

Things seem larger at night, when the city is asleep, when shadows hover like clouds underfoot. This is a place where memories come to die. 

It’s been thirteen years since Marinette first donned the mask of Ladybug and she’s long since passed it onto her successor. 

Now, the new Ladybug and Chat Noir have gone missing and a mysterious shadow creeps over the Parisian nightscape. It’s been years since she’s been home, fighting alongside Chat Noir. It’s been years since she’s seen Adrien, after they broke up ten years prior. But she finds herself slipping back into old habits, especially when Adrien seems obsessed with a mission that might be connected to the ever-looming shadows. Especially when she and Chat Noir discover their true identities.

Part Two (Also on AO3) | Part One

There’s something about coffee that pulls together a routine, even when there is none. When Marinette is throwing clothes into her luggage bag, doubling back for the shoes she’d left behind, it’s the sound of the coffee machine that keeps her moving. 

She can’t open the box. She can’t wear the earrings, not until she’s seen the damage. But she did buy a ticket for the earliest morning flight to Paris, wincing as her bank account took a massive hit. 

One more minute, she thinks, fumbling as she tries to zip the bag. One more minute till the coffee is done. She stuffs her laptop into another bag while she calls her mother, hoping her voice only registers surprise. 

She shouldn’t have the miraculous again. There isn’t a reason it should end up in her bed, thousands of kilometers from home. 

There’s something wrong. 

One more minute.

Her phone charger is missing. It’s only when she tugs her pillow forward to find it that she remembers the box she’d left the night before. Still, unmoving. To anyone else, it’s only a box, and beneath her pillow, it feels as if she’s left hope for a tooth fairy. A giggle escapes her and she can’t stop it.

One more minute.

She’s rushing to catch a cab and it’s only when she’s at the airport, gulping the coffee that’s now cold in her hand, that she feels able to breathe again.

She shouldn’t have the miraculous again.

The airport is crowded that morning. She sandwiches herself between a man yelling into his phone and a woman snoring beside him. 

“How much vacation time do I have?” Marinette asks, balancing her own phone between her ear and her shoulder. She feels a twang of guilt at the dresses she’s leaving behind, the work she’s pushing onto her coworkers. Even if they’re almost at the finish line. And somewhere, buried deep beneath, is a twinge of relief. She can’t remember the last time she’d taken time off work, when it wasn’t because she was sick. Even then, she’d usually push through the work day.

She blocks out the shouts on her other side, turning away. She debates abandoning her seat for the floor instead, but she doesn’t entirely trust her legs. She wrestles her laptop from her bag, trying not to drop it onto floor in the process.

Lydia hums on the other line. Marinette counts the seconds before she finally answers. “A week. Why? What’s going on? Don’t tell me you’re sick.” Her voice climbs nearly an octave higher. 

Marinette shakes her head. It nearly sends her phone flying from her shoulder. “No, nothing like that. Just a family emergency. I’m actually at the airport right now. But I’ve got my laptop. I’ll send over what I worked on last night.” It’s not entirely a lie. She has several designs Lydia hasn’t seen yet. Any of them would suffice. 

Marinette had managed an hour of sleep. She spent the rest of the night pacing her bedroom, then the kitchen, where she’d burned through a whole pot of coffee before sending it crashing to the floor. And then she’d collapsed beside it, laughter bubbling in her throat as she gathered the broken pieces to throw away. At least, she’d still had her old coffee maker. 

“Tell me you can ship me something tomorrow,” Lydia says over the phone. Her voice climbs even higher. “I hate to do this to you right now, but you know we have a deadline Friday. If we lose any more clients, it’ll be like a cascade of dominoes, I just know it.”

“There’s a sewing machine at my mom’s place,” Marinette says absently. She fishes her flash drive from her pocket and tries plugging it into her laptop. It clatters to the floor. She bumps her head onto her laptop as she bends to retrieve it. “I can overnight you something by tomorrow, at the latest,” she adds, rubbing her head. Her hands are trembling too much to do anything besides rattle the keys in front of her.

“Please do,” Lydia encourages and sighs over the line. “Tell your family I wish them well. Call me.” And the line disconnects, leaving Marinette staring at a folder of designs she needs to email. And then at the box she has packed into her carry-on bag, practically burning a hole through it. Her hand itches to fish it out, to open it again, to feel the stones against her fingers, her ears. Part of her is sure it’s a trick of her mind, a delusion from too much work and not enough sleep. Part of her is worried if it takes such a delusion to make her drop everything and return home.

She sighs and draws her attention back to her laptop, adding the files to the email and hitting send before she can forget.

The bakery stands as it always has. The different cake displayed in the window is the only sign that time has passed. There is no smoke drifting from fires, no chunks of street ripped from the ground, no screams of distress. Paris is locked in its usual bustle. 

Marinette pauses before she opens the door, reaching for the box in the bag she’s carrying. She can feel its weight against her hand, but it doesn’t offer any answers. 

She shuffles past the tables, hearing clanging upstairs as her father drops her bags. Her mother is upon her before she’s even made it past the counter.

“Maman,” Marinette greets, engulfed in Sabine’s embrace. 

“Such a sudden visit. Nothing’s wrong, is it?” Her mother pulls away to examine her face, frowning at whatever she finds there. “You sounded terrified on the phone.”

“I just needed a quick getaway,” Marinette says lamely. “I had vacation time and it’s been a few months since I’ve been home, so I thought, ‘why not?’” 

“Why not?” Sabine echoes, a concerned smile at her lips. She’s never been one to pry, though, so she leaves it at that. “Did you sleep on the plane?” 

“No,” Marinette says, “I was trying to catch up before officially tucking my laptop away.” Which, of course, would probably not happen, she thinks with a silent laugh. And who sleeps these days? I’m a modern-age vampire. 

She eyes the concern still on her mother’s smile. “I’m just a little stressed,” she admits. 

“Well, of course you are. You have a fashion empire to run.” Sabine winks. She leads her past the bakery, gesturing to the stairs leading to her room. “Your room’s waiting for you.” She leans against the banister. “You know, you’re always free to stay here. If things aren’t working out. You’re never too old to come back home.” 

Marinette pauses at the foot of the stairs, a twinge of guilt in her chest. “I know, Maman,” she says softly. “Things are good, I promise. I just needed a break.”

Sabine nods, dropping her hands to the pocket of her apron. Her hair is grayer than Marinette remembers and there are more lines winding across the knuckles of her hands. “Feel free to come down whenever. Take your time,” she says before heading back towards the bakery. “Tom,” she calls behind her, “I’m going to need your help with this order.” 

“Coming,” he bellows, squeezing his way downstairs and placing a quick kiss atop Marinette’s head. 

Marinette watches after them, suddenly feeling too tall in the staircase surrounding her. The stairs creak more than she remembers. Her room feels smaller as well—the pink walls painted over, the posters long gone. It’s a spare bedroom now, wiped clean of her adolescence. Her bags sit by the foot of a bed she’s slept in maybe twice since moving to New York. The white comforter is turned down, baring pillows that look untouched. She feels like a guest at a hotel. 

She unzips the box from the bag closest to her. She weighs it in her palms, staring down at it until the stinging of her eyes reminds her to blink. She opens it slowly, the stones catching the light overhead. “Tikki?” she murmurs. The box stays empty beside the earrings.

“I’m here,” a small voice finally says from behind her.

Marinette yelps and drops the box, sending it tumbling onto the rug below. 

“I didn’t know how you’d react, so I stayed out of sight,” Tikki adds and smiles faintly. 

Marinette feels disconnected from herself, her fifteen-year-old mind inside her twenty-eight-year-old body, and between them a tiny red god floats, as if time has never ticked past. 

“I’m fine.” Her voice cracks and she clears her throat. She bends down to retrieve the box, closing it gently. “This is…I’m absolutely fine.”

“Is that what you’re calling it?” Wide eyes blink down at her with a trace of mischief. “It’s not as if you have a good track record when it comes to these kinds of things.” 

“Give me a minute. I’m working up to it,” Marinette replies. She collapses onto her bed and rubs at her eyes. She catches the worry lined in her kwami’s expression and the panic inside her shrieks like a fire alarm. “I wanted to see it first. Whatever’s wrong. Because something’s wrong, isn’t it?”

“You need to see it,” Tikki says above her. Her face has fallen serious again.

“See what?” Marinette braces herself for disaster, whichever form it will embody.

“I can’t explain it, Marinette. Darkness. Shadows. But it’s not normal. It’s not an akuma.”

“It can’t be akuma,” Marinette reassures her. “Hawkmoth’s gone.”

“Yes.” Tikki seems to hesitate. “We believe he is, anyway. And this…this is different.” 

“But there’s a new Ladybug in charge.” Marinette shakes her head. “Isn’t there? I don’t understand.”

“She’s missing,” Tikki says softly. “Chat Noir, too. We don’t know what happened. One minute, we’re fighting some kind of ghost, the next Plagg and I are on the ground, the miraculous beside us.” 

“Ghost?” Marinette whispers. Dreams of a graveyard come to mind, ghosts that walk past, always changing. 

“We don’t know what they are,” Tikki admits. “And then…well, you need to see it. I can’t explain it.” She blinks slowly at Marinette, her tiny mouth grim. “We don’t have time to train someone new. You’re our best hope.”

“Tikki,” Marinette breathes, closing her eyes tightly. When she opens them, her kwami is still floating in front of her, her miraculous still in her palm. “It’s been years. I don’t know how to be Ladybug anymore. I’m not sure I can lasso myself to a building without ending up splattered onto the street.”

“The miraculous doesn’t forget,” Tikki responds. “You won’t either. Please, Marinette. We need you.”

Marinette sighs, already feeling the tug of her yo-yo in hand, the need to jump at the call for help. “If you say I can,” she begins, glancing down at the box in her hand, “who am I to disagree?” 

A flicker of a smile graces Tikki’s face. “You’ll need to head to the Eiffel Tower. You can see it from there.” 

“Okay.” Marinette sighs. She lifts the stones from the box, sliding them into her ears with trembling hands. They feel cold and heavy against her skin and a shiver runs through her. She lets out another slow breath. “Okay. Spots on.” A flash of pink light, adrenaline like fire lapping at her muscles. She feels tension at the balls of her feet, as if her body’s ready to sprint off before her mind has caught up. 

She catches her reflection in the mirror across from her, a stranger in her second skin. “Okay,” she says again. Her voice is barely hinging on sane. She reaches for the yo-yo on her side, giving it a few flicks to test herself. She feels the magic hum through the string, in her fingers, coursing through her blood. And she climbs through the skylight, yo-yo catching onto the nearest balcony to swing her past.

It’s not perfect. She stumbles on the landings, her yo-yo slips its grasp a few times, but she quickly finds her pace again. She’s missed it—the wind cupped beneath her, her body nearly weightless beneath the pull of her yo-yo. She’s missed it so much, it isn’t until she’s landed at the Eiffel Tower that she feels her breath leave in a whine. She’s gone nearly ten years with the ground thoroughly beneath her feet, a body grown accustomed to the mundane. And now she’s balanced near the top of the Eiffel Tower, ten years like ten seconds and ten decades all at once.

She hears a dull thud from beside her. Her eyes flick towards the movement. A tousle of blond hair and green eyes greet her, a grin splitting the mouth beneath it wide.

[thewritingjasmine]

Escape (Not the Pina Colada Song)

I sat in my car alone. The silence was only broken by the occasional tire squealing across the asphalt. The parking lot was full of cars, and I felt almost comfortable, snuggled in between the two SUVs. As I stared through my windshield, past the chrome Honda Accord, my view of the tree on the other side of the lot was slowly being obscured by the light snowfall. Having just shut off my car, I could feel the heat being replaced by the freezing cold. I couldn’t go inside. Not yet. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and leaned my head back. Just a few more minutes. This isn’t a healthy way to deal with your problems. I was losing track of the amount of times I’d sat in this parking lot, trying to avoid interacting with my roommate, having nowhere else to go. Out of my peripheral, in the seat of my car, I saw my phone’s screen light up. As I picked it up, I sighed. I’d been ignoring my phone for too long. Text messages from my mom? Ignore… Snapchat from my roommate? Not now… Emails… Not important… OKCupid? My thumb hovered over the push notification. “Jake messaged you! This could be big!” I tapped on the notification almost instinctively. I always hoped that the notification specifically designed to make me want to use this app was right and that maybe it “could be big.” Pressing the notification lead me to Jake’s profile. Only one picture, strike one. He says the phrase “I’m a good guy, and I’m funny,” strike two. The only person that gets to decide if someone is funny is me. “The three most important things in my life are my car, my family, and God. In that order.” I swiped left on Jake. He’d probably rather have sex with his car than with me. I forget about the message he sent me. Vijay, 22, smoking a cigarette in one of his pictures. Swipe left. Sal, 20, his self-summary is “Young college guy” and nothing else. Wow, I feel like I really got to know him. I swiped left. Ariana, 19, super cute, 93% match. Beautiful ebony skin and bleached blonde hair. We go on our first date. I can tell she feels kind of awkward, but the way she laughs at my jokes tells me she wants to be there. She’s wearing a blue, spaghetti-strap sundress and combat boots. Her hair is cut short, and I can make out each individual curl. We decide to go to a coffee shop on our date, but neither of us order coffee. “You don’t like coffee either?” I laugh, and she smiles in her awkward way, telling me she’s more of an herbal tea kind of girl. I sighed. Why didn’t she just tell me she doesn’t like coffee? I swiped left. James, 23. His only picture is of a jack-o-lantern. Swipe left. Brandon, 20. “Wanna Netflix and Chill? You can probably beat me at Fortnite.” Left. Doug, 21. 94% match. They/Them pronouns. Speaks Spanish. Gorgeous, curly black hair that you only dream about having. One of their pictures showed them with black nail polish, but it’s not in an “I’m still in my emo phase” way, so it’s cute. “When I graduate, I want to move to New York and become an actor.” After a few dates, we start pursuing a relationship. I was convinced it would be nothing serious, but we spend most of our spare time together now. They’ve made a habit of falling asleep in my arms when I try to show them some of my favorite movies and tv shows. It used to be annoying, but now it gets cuter every time it happens. They laugh at all my jokes, even the bad ones, and, if I tell them enough jokes, they’ll kiss me to shut me up. I’ve slowly started falling in love with, not just their personality, but everything about them. The way their curly, black hair falls over their eyes, the freckles that brush their cheeks and bring out their smile, and the sweatshirt they stole from me… They’re perfect. “Too bad I want to move to Boston after I graduate,” I swiped left and placed my phone face-down in my passenger seat. That’s enough. I should just delete that stupid app. I felt the cold that had seeped its way into my car. I looked down at my hands and flexed my fingers. I knew I could only stand to be in there for a little longer. I glanced up at my building to answer a question I already knew. The lights in my dorm room were on; my roommate was home, and she wasn’t asleep yet. Dammit. I picked up my phone again with every intention to respond to my mother. Facebook message? I tapped on the blue circle to read the message, “Hey! I lost my syllabus for HIS262, can you send me the rubric for the paper due tomorrow?” Oh, yeah. I closed the app. We have a paper due tomorrow. I should get on that. I found myself scrolling through my newsfeed. Something political I didn’t want to read tonight. Continue scrolling. A cute dog playing with a balloon. Like. My aunt shared a post: “Real women have meat on their bones and don’t eat salad.” I comment: “All women are ‘real women,’ including, but not limited to: skinny women, trans women, and women who don’t have children.” Throughout the next day, I’m plagued with “You need to lighten up. My post was meant to be light-hearted” and “All you lib-tards take things too seriously” replies. I get a message from my mom, asking me to apologize to my aunt after being so rude. Too much red tape. I continued scrolling, careful to avoid accidentally reacting to the post. My mother shared a video that teaches people how to make “ice cream lasagna.” I’m glad her diet is working. Like. My little sister shared a picture of a Jeep Wrangler with the caption “They say money can’t buy you happiness, but I’d rather be crying in a Jeep Wrangler.” She was trying to be subtle with my parents about her intense need for a Jeep Wrangler on her 16th birthday. Like. A funny video of a cat stepping in water. I instinctively started to tag my roommate. She loves cats. Before I hit send, I saw that her boyfriend had already tagged her in it. Continue scrolling. My sister-in-law posted a picture of my niece. She’s wearing a Princess Belle costume. It’s captioned “She told me she wants to sleep like a princess and yells when I try to take it off. This girl officially has the most expensive pajamas.” Heart react. I started scrolling through the posts absent-mindedly, so fast that I wasn’t even reading them anymore. I glanced at the clock in my dashboard. 10:47pm. When am I going to go inside? I flex my fingers again; I could feel them getting stiff. I could turn on the car again, or I could go upstairs. I put my phone to sleep and stared at my keys. I could drive anywhere. I almost have a full tank. I don’t have to go inside right now. I close my eyes, take one last deep breath, and grab my bag. Walking up the two flights of stairs is agony. Maybe I should exercise more. I grab the doorknob, count to three, and open the door. My roommate and her boyfriend are cuddling on the couch. At least they’re not having sex. When I walk in the room, it’s freezing. They always kept the thermostat 10 degrees colder than necessary because they could keep each other warm. “How was your night?” the way my roommate asks feels like it was pre-recorded, I’d heard it so much lately. “Um, longer than I wanted it to be,” I grab a couple books off my desk, “I have a 7-page paper to write, so I’ll be in the lounge if you need me.” “When’s it due?” the boyfriend chimes in, like he cares. “Noon.” “Why didn’t you do it sooner?” “I haven’t had time.” “Well, I feel like you could’ve budgeted your time better. Then, you wouldn’t be pulling an all-nighter.” I look away from him and grab a notebook from my bed. He had a nasty habit of making me feel inferior or stupid. “Well, that’s not what happened,” I leave the room quickly, trying to avoid conflict. You need those books. “Fuck it,” I exited the car, grabbing my phone and my bag, locking my doors as a walked across the parking lot. After the uncharacteristically short two flights of stairs, I stopped at my doormat. I stared at my door, at the rainboots next to the doormat, at the numbers by our door. I put my hand on the doorknob, and, while I turned it, I put on the best smile I could. Then, I opened the door, still smiling. “I’m home.” My roommate and her boyfriend were cuddling on the couch—our couch—watching the same show they’d been watching for the past three weeks on my TV with my Netflix account. I can’t remember the last time I even thought about watching TV.. “Hey,” my roommate’s voice was tired and disinterested. The greeting was a formality at this point. “Hi,” I tried so hard to make it sound genuine, but it came out a little more aggressive and short than I intended. I walked past them and grabbed the books from my desk. They didn’t quite fit in my bag, but I forced them into their place. I made sure my laptop and its charger were still there. Her boyfriend glanced over at me, “How was your day? “Long,” I really didn’t feel like explaining the intricacies of my day, and I knew he didn’t really care; he just wanted to use me as a pawn to make himself feel better. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, “I’m gonna go start a paper that’s due in 12 hours. Pray for me.” I pushed my way through the door. I set my things down in the lounge and intentionally didn’t turn the lights on. The lounge had become another place I went to avoid interacting with my roommate. I closed my eyes again and cried.

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I live in California and I understand that by law here you have to have car insurance; at least minimum coverage that is. But does this apply to all cars regardless of whether you even drive them on the street or not? The reason why I ask this is because I have a 1971 Chevy Camaro SS which I bought from my father about a year ago (He basically gave it to me, but I didn't want to look spoiled in front of my sister so I gave him $2,000 for it). I did have it insured for the first year thinking it probably wouldn't cost me much, but now I really regret getting it insured since it costed me nearly a fortune this year alone. And the thing that really sucks is that I've never even driven it yet since it still needs a lot of tuning up (and unfortunately I don't have enough time to fix it up since I'm usually a very busy person). Do you think it's possible to uninsure my camaro since it's not even drivable yet? I mean it's not like I'm going to hit a car or something with it since it's just sitting in my garage the whole time. I would ask my insurance agent about this, but I never really trusted them. (They were the ones that persuaded me to get it insured in the first place without even telling me whether I had to or not)""

Am I covered under my father's car insurance policy?

I live in center city Chicago and I don't need a car, so I don't have my own car insurance policy. When I visit home and drive my father's car, am I covered under his policy even though I am not a minor?""

Would you ever commit insurance fraud?

Would you ever commit insurance fraud?

What is the cheapest car insurance for teens in pa?

im 16 years old and wondering what is the cheapest insurance. i need insurance asap.

What does a person credit score have to do with rates on car insurance rates?

It should be against the law since everyone must carry car insurance. Also, what does my low credit score got to with my great driving record? Sounds like another reason to raise rates because most credit scores are low across the board. If someone pays their insurance company on time and has a good driving record should be their only concerns. Doesn't that make sense to raise car insurance rates to persons that had a hard time paying a bill, bit made all their car insurance payments on time. If there are others out there mad about this issue please help me do something about this robbing...""

Pregenant without insurance!!!?

Pregenant without insurance. What are the options? Would hospitals allow payment installements? Definitely want a safe and equiped place to give birth at. Any idea what it will cost about? We are in the NY metro area. Feedback please.

""10 points! I'm 17, moved out, car insurance?""

Ok, so in 7 months i am moving out of my moms house and in with my boyfriends family for a year or two. ( My mom is aware of all of this btw) Anyways, allstate is throwing me off my moms car insurance due to the fact she will live in a seperate state and away from me. The time i move and the time i turn 18 is a two month difference. I move in june my bday is in august. It's nearly impossible for me to find insurance qoutes because im not 18! I do't want to get emancipated it seems like a waste for 2 months difference, but if i do can i get insurance on my own? i will be sharing this car with another driver older the age of 18 but still cosidered a young driver. What are my options? I have to drive to get to work!""

Why has my health insurance coverage gotten worse under the Affordable Care Act?

This was supposed to be affordable, but it's making everything worse!""

WIll my mom know if i go to planned parenthood under her insurance?

I am 18 years old and under my mom's insurance. I want to go to planned parenthood, but don't want her to find out. I can't afford to pay on my own, but if i use the insurance, would the insurance company notify her?""

How much is car insurance?

I know it depends on a lot of things, So what's an idealistic amount for a young teen w/ 3.0+gpa and a sports car be?""

How much health insurance in Alberta and Car insurance?

Hello, I'm planning on moving to Canmore, AB after I'm done school and I'm just wondering how much Health insurance is monthly and how much car insurance is monthly? I would be very greatful if someone could help me out here :) and if you know anymore details about this kind of thing that would be great also! Thank you! xo""

Is eCar a reliable car insurance?

I need a cheap car insurance, and I heard eCar is really cheap.. but I don't know if it's reliable or not!!!!?? Please help!!""

Hey how much will car insurance be when i start driving at 16?

ok heres the thing,ill be 16 years old when i get my dl,our insurance is mercury,and i am gonna drive a 1991 civic hatchback,or a 1992 integra any clues o how much per month""

Is there affordable health insurance for pregnant teen girls?

i need any kind of reliable resources. please help.

""Diamond Car Insurance? gave the cheapest quote, anybody use or used them?""

I am 21 year old female wanting to start my own insurance policy instead of being 2nd driver on my mums car. I have a Toyota Rav4 Sport, which insurance companies are good with younger people please (the car is 8 years old, so not worth a great deal)""

Can an insurance company raise your rates if you're not presently insured?

I sold my car November 2011 and cancelled my auto insurance. I'll be getting another car this April. I've found a different insurance company with good rates. If they find out I'm not presently insured can they raise my rates?

""What type of Health Insurance is good for me? As far as deductibles, office visit, and coinsurance.?""

I want to get a Health Insurance for me and my family? I am self employed and therefore cannot get Health Insurance through my employer. I am 57 years old and my wife is close to my age, and will be visiting doctors' office more than 5 times a year. I am confused as to which type of insurance is the best choice for someone in my situation.""

How much would it cost a new driver in the UK for car insurance?

I am thinking of getting a 12 year old ford fiesta. I am 24 years old and I'm a new driver. How much would it cost me for car insurance?

Would having a Dodge Charger raise your insurance cost?

I'm almost 17 and got my liscense a few months ago and I can get pretty much any reasonble car i want. I'm leaning on getting a used charger (not new cos im prob gonna reck it or at least mess it up). I was just wonder will it raise my insurance up just bc its a Charger? (I already know my age and new driver will be more expensive)

""Car insurance, i only drive for 3 months or so? any options?""

I currently have a BMW m3, i will be moving to new york city where it makes no sense to have the car, but i love the car and intend on keeping it locked in my parents garage and covered for the majority of the winter. during the summer months it will be down at there vacation house but again, it will only be driven by me maybe twice a month and for two weeks one month. the only other time i could see me using it would be every once in a while when i visit home to go to the store and back, literally like 5 other days out of the year. is there any insurance for this? i have a loan on the car, but it's used and old and in pristine condition so i'd rather keep it, i have considered selling it. soo what options would i have? i also go to school in another state from wher the car is stored.""

Car Insurance Coverage and a DUI Question?

My daughter received a DUI a while back, as she put the car in 'Drive' (instead of 'Reverse') and drove through the side of a restaurant. (closed, thank God!...No people there) She refused the Breathalyzer, and was taken to the ER for about 7 hours. She was given a DUI. This car was titled, registered and insured by me- I am her mother. She is over 30 years old. The insurance has covered to fix the car, but the restaurant has retained an attorney. (I live in SC and have $100,000 property damage on the car) Yesterday, my insurance adjustor called to ask for a release of my daughter's medical records, so they could meet with the restaurant's attorneys and show that she was not drunk. Well, she was drunk, and my daughter's attorney has told me not to release that information, as it is a violation of her rights- she already refused the breathalyzer, etc.Also, she WAS drunk, and this would only release that information possibly to others. Please no rude comments about all of this- I get it! Question: Can my insurance company refuse to pay for my daughter's ER bill ($13,000) AND the property damage, AND whatever else- due to the fact that they are going to decide she was 'drunk.' ??? Is there any way to protect my assets? Specifics would be great, if you know them. Thanks.""

What cars get low insurance rates?

I am a 16 year old and just planning ahead for when i'm 17 and get my G2. I want to buy my own car...obviously a used one...a very cheap one. I am looking to spend as little money as possible on GAS and INSURANCE. I understand there are possible discounts for good students, or if you take a driving course...but in general, what cars get low insurance?""

Do we need land lord insurance?

A close family friend is living in a property that have been left to my brothers, sister and myself by our mum but not paying rent do we need to get landlord insurance.""

How much is the insurance for evo x 2008?

Im 18 years old i live in california

Insurance price for a 50cc moped?

I'm almost 16 and I'm male, does anyone know/has any male that's 16 recently been insured? If so, what was the price of the insurance?""

What should I do regarding my auto insurance situation?

I hit my dad's expedition with my Dodge Ram and caused about 1500 dollars in damage to my Ram, as estimated for parts and labor by a collision center, I hit the expedition's hitch which caused damage to me but barely a few scratches on the expedition. The expedition doesn't run, and is not even registered or insured. My dad is aware of the situation and has no interest in fixing his car and will not report me to the insurance or police. We have and still are on good terms. I have liability insurance, so it will not cover damage to my vehicle. My insurance policy expires in two weeks. What if I update my insurance with collision and comprehensive coverage that will cover my vehicle. Then I report that I hit an object and have them pay for it. Would this be cheaper in the short and/or long run than paying to fix out of pocket? Is such action above illegal, unethical, and/or against policy? I live in California and have Progressive insurance.""

How much would I pay for insurance?

I am a 17 going to be 18 on October next year I am going to go and study in FL and I wanted to know about cars would buying a new one be better than an old one? how much would I pay for insurance with either new or old? I want to know exact prices to compare if it would be better to buy a new car or a used one? How much would I pay per month on the insurance?

17 year old insurance?

I am 17 years old i've had my license for 5 months without an accident, what would the average cost be for low coverage auto insurance for a 88 chevy v8 4x4 truck on an adults insurance? Im just looking for a close estimate.""

Would you ever commit insurance fraud?

Would you ever commit insurance fraud?

Mom discovers $9 car insurance trick. What kind of scam is this ?

Mom discovers $9 car insurance trick. Auto insurers are scared you will learn this too.

Do i have to be on my dads insurance to take the road test?please answer im desperate:(?

Hi, i live in Florida,im 18 no matter what im trying to do my dad finds a way to not make it happen,and im starting college Monday and i have to drive myself and i made an apponitment for this Friday to take the written exam and the road test,my dad went to go put me on the insurance today, and he told me that they told him i cant be on his insurance because quote from my dad that he was told by the insurance ladie im a girl,im under 21, and i live with them. or they have to pay $3,000 he said its florida direct or florida no-fault for his insurance. does this sound like hes lying to me or is this all true? Thank you.""

Can I buy a car 4 months before my 17th birthday but not pay any insurance?

My 17th birthday is not until April and I've found a really good price second hand car but as I can't drive it until April is there any way I can buy the car but not start paying insurance until April? or not pay as much

""Can't afford car payments, car insurance?""

I can no longer afford to make my car payments and car insurance. I was using those checks that you get from credit cards. Now I am in serious credit card debt. It's too late now to try and sell the car because I have missed my 8/15 car payment. I haven't called the bank yet to tell them my situation. Is it a big hassle when I go to call? I still owe $8,000 on it. I wanted to get some advice before I call.""

I need health insurance. Should I get private insurance or Obamacare?

I am a 27 y/o healthy male non-smoker living in Arkansas with good income. Wife has employer insurance that is very expensive to add me, so that's a no-go. I'll be the only one on the plan. I am prescribed medication that requires a doc's visit once per 2 months to have it refilled (so need medication and decent office visit fees/co-pay). I know little to nothing about health insurance. I've always had it under mother's plan and through the university after that. So what's the best route to go? Private insurance even if its subject to a penalty? Or go with ObamaCare. I'd like to have my medication covered at least partially, doc's visits, protection for severe medical emergencies, and possibly dental. I don't want to pay an exorbitant amount, nor do I want to be locked into anything. Thanks for any help.""

Is there a new law about not having car insurance?

i heard the law had just changed in California and my insurance just ran out in order to renew i need to drive to the bank and im not sure if i can with no insurance

Can I lose my job for not having insurance?

I have heard so many different things. But I called my job today and I found out that they are offering insurance but it is to high to buy for me because it would cost $30 per week. ...show more

Is Liberty Mutual a good reputable car insurance company?

If you know anyone that has them..or heard stories..or if you have them please let me know some things about them..pros,cons. Geico is quoting me $3500 for 6 months..I got a new car and Libery Mutual is quoting me $2000 for a year..so that's pretty good I really want to switch but I dont know anything about them. All advice open...""

Can anybody help me find the Greyhound Bus Auto Insurance ?

2 week ago I was in auto accident in NYC but I live in New Jersey a greyhound bus hit my parked car door as I opened it, I had a clear of view when i opened it, my car is beyond damaged (97 Honda Accord) thank god I didn't lose my hand, I finally got a official police report, I have the greyhound bus driver licence plate #'s and insurance policy #'s and the insurance code Texas Liability Insurance (not the insurance company name) I called Grey Bus company customer service and corporate office based out of Texas, both phone numbers keep giving me the run around and is a complete waste of time. I called my insurance, and they cant help me , i try google, waste of time as well, please help, all i am trying to do is file a claim and fix my car ASAP!!""

If im on my parents insurance when i buy my motorcycle do i have to pay for insurance?

I have to save for it and its hard to get a job in Jacksonville if your a teen so how much the insurance cost and do I need it if I do have to buy it or can I just buy the motorcycle and go its the Honda cbr250r its the only in my price range for now

Once you have insurance can you drive any car that you own?

Ok lets say you owned like a 90 honda accord or something, and you had cheap insurance for it. since its also an economic car, you use it most of the time you drive. but if you owned two other cars, such as a big v8 4x4 or a sports car v6 would you need to have separate insurance for those? or are you able to drive anything you own since you have insurance? does it matter as long as you dont get into any accidents?""

How much $ does Geico Auto Insurance cover for car theft?

How much do these companys normally cover for auto theft? what % of the cars value?

How much will getting a motorcycle increase my insurance?

I am 21 the only ticket I have on me was back in dec 08 for going 86 in a 70 (was on a permit) and paid it in march because of a mixup, but I pay 333 or 366 every 6 months on no fault for a 91 4runner, if I was to get a 08-12 harley davidson (cost around 10,000-16,000) and then get a truck for the winter/times it rains, because the 91 4runner is going soon, how much would you estimate I would pay every 6 months?""

Looking for a car with free insurance.......?

My brother has just passed his driving test and I am trying to help him get a new car but keep the costs down. He is 23 and I was wondering if anyone new of any deals that are on at the moment. He lives in Glasgow if that's any help. Thanks everyone Kevin

Insurance for a 17 year old on a ninja 250?

hey im looking at getting a ninja 250r for a first bike. i choose a 250 because it is cheap, cheap to keep up, i could work on almost every job myself, it wont do a wheelie at 90 and kill me, gets 65 mpg highway, and is still as quick as a z28 0-60. what would the insurance be on a little 250 for an almost 18 year old with a perfect driving record, and almost all major discounts ( good student...etc)? i know you cant say for sure but would it be a doable amount since it is just a 250, or is it going way too much cuz im a teen?""

Should I buy a 600cc or a 1000cc super sport motorcycle?

I am a fairly experienced rider, I have been riding dirt bikes since I can remember; I also have had my motorcycle licenses at age 15 and now I am now 17 years old. I have put over 10,000 on my kawasaki ninja 250r so this isn't for my first bike it is a step up because me and my dad both believe it is time. I have been looking at ZX6r's and r6's a lot but my real question is if I buy a 600cc bike will I regret it and wish I would have bought a ZX10r or a r10? Will I eventually feel like the 600 bike it's enough? Oh and I am looking to get a bike and keep it so that it will last me though senior year of high school and all of collage. I have looked at all different types of Motorcycles and the super sports have been my favorite by far. Any other information about the 600cc or 1000cc bikes and y'all's opinions on them and which ones you all personally like will be greatly appreciated! Thank you so much for your time for answering!""

Best insurance company for full coverage?

What's the best insurance company that's pretty affordable?? I am financing a Toyota Camry (new) and need full coverage. I have a DUI on my record but have my license. I'm 21. =\

What are car insurance groups?

Im a provisional driver and ive seen a 2004 Vauxhall Corsa...it says the insurance is Group 3. So what exactly does that mean? And is that good considering it will be my first car that i will be driving around for quite a while? :)

""What are some inexpensive, yet reliable auto insurance companies?""

I need a new auto insurance company, Allstate just raised my rates through the roof. But I don't want it to be an unreliable company that will drop me for one little crack in my winshield. State Farm and all those companies are too expensive for me (I am a teenager and work part-time). I live in CA. Any suggestions?""

How much to go on my parents car insurance?

How much would it cost to add an 18 year old girl onto her parents cad insurance? I've never had a crash but only passed last week. Its a 3 or 4 year old Renault scenic

How much will 2 points effect my car insurance?

I am 17 years old. I live in New Jersey, got my license 6 months ago. I was driving through Maryland and I got a speeding citation worth two points. My parents do not know about the speeding ticket, but I already paid it. How much will it effect my Geico car insurance rates? Also, I just received the advisory notice in the mail today, called the MVC and they just said it was pretty much a piece of paper saying I got a ticket....""

How do I get health insurance at 19 years old?

Hi I am a 19 year old college full time female student and I cannot be covered on my mom's health insurance because she is on disability. I don't have the money to just go to a hospital or even the money for gas to go to the free clinics which are 20 miles away or so. My fiance and I are needing health insurance but every time we apply we get turned down. Can anyone help us by telling me some answers?

How much would my car insurance cost for under 25 for a multi car insurer?

i am 19 and want to start driving but insurance is a big issue and i don't have any knowledge in that department. So how much would my insurance be on the cheapest car (what car would that be?) as a multi car insurer?

How can I get my car insurance cheaper?

Hi am 31 and got 8 years no clams I drive a corsa vxr and am finding it hard to get it cheap

How much would my insurance cost if self-insured?

How much would my insurance cost if self-insured?

Would you ever commit insurance fraud?

Would you ever commit insurance fraud?

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/which-car-insurance-company-accept-me-i-have-few-traffic-epperly"

[florencefeagin-blog]

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[chickenball]

EDC as of the start of 2017

https://imgur.com/gallery/DJi3p

This is my first everyday carry post. I’ve cross-posted between the EDC subreddit and my Tumblr.

Photo #1: My current EDC when I'm going without my bag. Absolute essentials for when I need to hit downtown, run errands, or meet with a client for coffee and conversation.

Row-by-row:

Power bank: I actually took this from my girlfriend in Malaysia. She ended up taking mine, as sort of a trade until I return to her. I don't actually know its power rating, but I do plan to replace it with a 30,000 mAh with QC 3.0.

USB A-to-micro cable: For all my charging needs.

Google Nexus 6: My workhorse for when I don't have my laptop with me. I actually do a lot more work on this sucker than people think. If it looks like I'm intently texting, I'm actually composing emails or document drafts. I won’t be upgrading this phone until it dies or breaks, though I might pick up a backup phone to keep at home since this device is starting to glitch out.

RFID wallet: A cheap Air Canada labeled hard case I bought from Walmart. The plastic sleeves are a bit broken on the inside, but they still hold my cards well. Inside, I carry my primary bank card, credit card, Air Miles card, Petro-Canada card, and other random cards used for points and rewards that haven't been digitized yet.

SIM cards: Yes, you see a SingTel pay-as-you-go SIM, but I actually kept the packaging to hold on to my other SIMs that I've collected from Malaysia, Singapore, and Australia. I keep this in my travel wallet.

Backup AMEX: Beneath this AMEX, there are other cards like a secondary bank card and driver's license. All are kept in my travel wallet.

Bank notes: I have some loose cash in my wallet, but when I'm in Malaysia, I'm primarily cash as debit/credit isn't as popular outside of KL. I keep notes in my travel wallet.

Pacsafe travel wallet: This loops over my belt and inside my pants. It’s super secure with mesh material on the loop that can’t be easily cut by pickpocketers, but it’s inconvenient to access

Canada Passport: I don’t leave home without it just in case I make an unplanned trip to the airport. I keep it in my travel wallet, and it doubles as a separator for my cards and cash.

Android headphones: For listening to music, podcasts, or videos on my Nexus 6. I’m getting a Bose SoundTrue Ultra at the end of this week to replace this cheap Samsung.

Ben Sherman timepiece: It’s just a quartz timepiece I bought on the cheap while in Malaysia, but I like looking at my wrist to quickly check the time and date since pulling out the phone for that purpose wastes time. It might be nice to replace this with a Tag Heuer Aquaracer Chronograph, but I don’t have $2K lying around and luxury isn’t high up my priority list.

Photo #2: My current EDC when I go to work or social outings. I like having my computer repair tools for just-in-case moments when somebody wants me to fix their hardware. My DSLR essentials are for when I see something photo worthy that deserves better quality than my phone.

Column-by-column:

Pacsafe Camsafe V25: This anti-theft backpack has mesh lining all around it, including in the straps, to prevent bag cutting. Zipper pulls with clips ward off pickpocketers looking for a quick score. When traveling, I carry my MSI GS60 laptop inside, but not for EDC since it’s very wide and inconvenient to stow away.

Canon EOS 60D with 50mm f/1.8 and hood: My main DSLR, attached to a Pacsafe Carrysafe 75 GII strap, which also has the mesh lining. If I’m on a photoshoot, this is usually cross-slung on my shoulder.

Metal water bottle: For hydration.

Canon 20mm f/1.8: Spare glass for wider shots.

Canon battery charger: To charge the battery when it runs out.

Vello bounce cards: To help bounce on-camera flash when I need some extra light. I could have added a Speedlite to my EDC, but it added unnecessary weight to a situation I wouldn’t run into very often during the day.

Sandisk Extreme 32 GB SD card: My camera’s card glitched out once during a critical shoot, so I always carry a spare now.

Canon battery: Spare battery in case the camera dies, held in a small resealable bag I got from IKEA in Malaysia to meet with airline standards.

Zebra Sarasa 0.7 Blue: I love these pens. They’re inexpensive and write really smooth. I have a whole box of them at home.

Revlon nail file: Working with computer repairs means I sometimes rip or sharpen my nail by accident, and I hate it when they get snagged in my clothes or other fabric, so I keep a nail file in my bag. One side buffs and the other smooths for that days-old feel. My mom swears by this so I got one for myself too. Girls like how I’m secure in my masculinity to have such a “feminine” product, but I seriously find it practical.

Details foldable bag: My town instituted a no plastic bag by-law, so I carry a fabric bag by default in case I have to grab groceries downtown after work. This one folds in on itself, making it very portable.

Revlon nail clipper: Another “feminine care” product that I swear by. It comes with a removable plastic shell that catches all the clippings inside that’s easy to empty. It’s hecka useful, especially when I’m traveling or on-the-go.

Various USB flash drives: Part of my IT kit, I keep various bootable drives to install Windows, Linux, or OS X, with rescue and data drives for good measure. I keep them together in a Skullcandy drawstring bag that came with an old pair of around-ear cans that broke a long time ago.

Not shown:

Winchester utility knife: I keep this in my pants pocket for box or package cutting purposes. However, I can’t take it on flights with me, so that kind of sucks. I either need to buy a second one to carry in Malaysia or look at a Kubotan, tac pen, stainless steel Sharpie, etc.

Loose change: I don’t know a lot of people who keep their loose change in the tiny pockets of their jeans, but I’m one of those rare breeds.

Keys: Almost everybody has keys unless they’re homeless. Sorry if I offended any homeless people.

EDC is one of my favorite subreddits. I like seeing what people consider an everyday carry.

Some people have unbelievable items as EDC. However, instead of ridiculing them, it helps me decide what I consider to be practical EDC.

I like to be able to pick up and go at a moment’s notice. So my EDC is centered around that.

Integrating apparel from SCOTTeVEST might help me achieve freedom from bags in my EDC. I'm being particular about it, as there are many varieties and I have to consider things like climate, value, and style.

While I’m living in a dry/cold climate at the moment, I will be moving to a humid, tropical climate later this year, so wearing several layers now won’t be feasible and I’ll have to make do with something light. I have my eye on the Camp Shirt, Featherweight Vest, or Pack Jacket.