#we dont have the cashiers for me to be calling out sick but i am so fuckn DIZZY

[bigfatbreak]

if anyone has any erequests or questions go for it bc its just me and my headcold rn

[whoisneo404]

u should write abt nick x his bestfriend!

maybe something abt how they r bestfriends and they have been for a long time and nick is starting to have feelings for him but doesn’t wanna ruin their friendship

good little angsty story with a good ending

Ik you will cook king🤗

Kiss the birthday boy.

Summary: You like Nick and he MIGHT like you too. we dont know. and its his birthday soon.

TW: reader is refered as ‘girl’ but not as in reader is a girl, as in ‘giiirl’.

“Which one do you think he will like the most?” Jake looks at me while showing me two jackets.

“Girl… none, buy that one over there, the dark brown one. He will like that.” I say pointing out a jacket hanging behind him.

“Girl, you do know him so well, that’s why I brought you here… and because you and Johnny are good friends, but anyways. Ill buy this, thanks.” He leaves the two jackets he had on hand and grabs the dark brown I pointed out and walked to the cashier. I turn around and start searching for Johnny outside of the store. “Johnny.” I say when I see him.

“Hi.” He says waving awkwardly at me.

“Ugh, I wanna go home.”

“Me too.” he hands me a coffee. “Bought this for you.”

“Thank you.” He nods.

“How are you and your… Nick situation.” I almost choked on my coffee when he said that.

“Don’t call it that.” I say wiping the coffee from my lips.

“What should I call it then? The ‘oh no I like my best friend and I think he also likes me but I’m not sure and I don’t want to ruin our long friendship’ situation?”

“Dear god Johnny, that doesn’t help.” I laugh a bit and he does too.

“Sorry… but how are you with that?”

“It doesn’t help that it’s his birthday soon?”

“Why?”

“I never buy him anything, I never have. I always gift him handmade things, he loves that kind of thing. But every time I sit down to write him a letter, I end up confessing my feelings, I can’t write something normal.”

“Rough.”

“Don’t even tell me.”

“You should talk to Jake.”

“He will tell me to just confess, it isn’t that easy.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Jake gets out of the store and walks to us.

“Coffee.” “Movies.” Johnny and I say at the same time, the three of us exchange looks.

“Movies.” “Coffee.” We say again but the other way around.

“Okay babygirls. Whatever, I won’t ask if you guys have your little secret secrets.” Jake laughs and starts walking to his car.

Once Jake drops me off in my house Johnny gives me a thumbs up and I weakly give it back to him.

---

“Still nothing?” Madi is ‘sitting’ on my desktop, my phone is propped up against my wall and she is wrapping up the gifts for Nick on the floor of her room.

“I can’t do it. I just can’t. It ends up being awkward or I end up saying how much I like him and that I wish he liked me back.” I cover my face with both of my hands and let out a groan. “Maybe I should just tell him I’m sick and I can’t go to the party.”

“He will ditch all of us to take care of you.” Madi said smiling.

“No, he wouldn-… yes he would, he is so kind and lovely to everyone.” I look at Madi and she gives me an empathetic smile which transforms into a smirk.

“Guess who’s calling me.” she says in a singing tone.

“God no, tell him to go away.”

“Already added him to the call.”

“Madi! I need to fix my hair.”

“Too late.”

“Madi!”

“Hiiii!” Nick pops up on the screen, he is smiling and standing in the middle of the room. “What are you guys chatting about? Just so you know, I am deeply offended that you didn’t invite me.” He says while fake crying. I just stare at him, trying to not bury myself into de ground.

“I was talking to this guy about what I’m gonna wear to your party. But it’s a surprise so you can’t see.” Madi says.

“Oh, I like surprises. I’m sure the both of you will look amazing.” He says while walking around his room, cleaning it up a bit. “You guys are staying to sleep, right?” I quickly look at Madi and she mumbles something that I did not understand.

“I am…” I say quickly.

“Cool.” Nick says and then he starts rambling about how exited he is to see his friends and all the things we will do at the sleepover after the party. Eventually he finished cleaning up and grabbed his phone to lay on his bed ‘with us’. We talked about our days, I told them I went out with Jake and Johnny but didn’t say why. After two hours Madi go ‘sleepy’, that’s what she told Nick because when she left the call, she texted me telling me to enjoy my alone time with Nick.

“So, Johnny, huh?”

“What does that mean?” I laugh a bit.

“You and him are close. Well, closer than before.”

“I guess.” I say, I look at my ceiling. My phone laying beside my face.

“Isn’t he like… 5 years older than us?” I quickly sit up and grab my phone, putting it in front of my face.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Like… isn’t he a bit older for you?”

“Nick… what are you saying?”

“Do you like him?” he says quickly.

“What? No. Why would you even think that?”

“I-… I don’t know. I just… fuck- it’s nothing, I just thought… I didn’t but I thought maybe you liked him and I don’t know. Look, it’s late, I’m tired. I’ll text you tomorrow.” And then he hangs up on me. nothing else. Nothing. Silence fills my room and I am confused. Why would he say that?

---

“I’m serious, he was jealous.”

“Madi stop.” The light sound of music fills Madis room as she gets ready to go to Nicks party. It has been two days since that call and I did not have the courage to text Nick, neither did he.

“I’m just saying. I have known Nick for only a few years more than you but I can talk, I know him.” She says applying on her mascara.

“I don’t know…” I lay on her bed, my legs dangling off the edge. “I just don’t know. I want to cry so bad…”

“Hey, hey.” Madi quickly drops her mascara and runs to me, she sits down beside me and I sit up, my elbows on my knees and my head between my hands. “It’s okay…” She comforts me, her arms around me. “You don’t have to go…”

“I will. He is my friend. They are my friends. I- I told Matt I was going to be there.” I mumble. “Also, I have to give them their gifts…”

Madi sighs. “If you need anything just find me. Okay?” I nod and she kisses my cheek gently. “Want me to do your make up?” I chuckle a bit.

“What for?”

“To cheer you up of course.”

“I think that will cheer you up more but, why not?”

---

“Wooow. Who did your make up?” Jake says as we enter the house.

“Oh, Madi.”

“Well, she did a great job.” Johnny adds.

“It’s only mascara, blush and… lip gloss? Lip balm? I don’t know, she put a few things there.” I laugh a bit.

“Have you seen the birthday boys?” I ask.

“Over there.” Jake points to the kitchen and I nod to them. I walk over there and let out a short sigh to brace myself.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” I scream opening my arms and hugging the three of them at the same time. I feel someone laughing, awkward hands patting my back and I hear a muffled ‘thanks’. “How are my birthday boys?” I ask when I let them go.

“I’m glad you came.” Matt says.

“I’m good! we rented a jumping castle.” Chris adds with a childish smile on his face.

“No way…” I say

“Yes way.” He adds.

“Take me there.” I hand him my hand and Chris drags me. “Happy birthday Nick…” I mumble as I pass beside him.

---

It’s 3 am. Almost everyone is gone, I lay on the jumping castle alone, watching the stars blink at me.

“Don’t you feel alone in that castle?” a familiar voice comes from outside the castle.

“Depends who is asking…”

“May I be of company to the prince?”

“You may…” The soft material of the castle moves as he enters the castle and lays besides me. “Well, I think you should be the prince because it’s your birthday.”

“It was yesterday, it’s already 3:20 am.” I roll my eyes and turn my head to look at him. he was already looking at me. “You look good…”

“Most of the make up already washed off.”

“Don’t care. You look good…” he pauses for a bit. “Chris and Matt really liked your gifts…” I hum. “I can’t help but wonder where is mine.”

“I-… it’s in my car.” I sit up and look down to the bright color of the castle.

“Why didn’t you give it to me?”

“I can’t…” I feel him sit up too.

“Look at me.” His hand grabs my jaw gently and he turns my head.

“When it’s late you act weird…”

“You think I’m weird?”

I chuckle. “You know what I meant.”

“No, tell me.”

“You act different… like a few days ago.” He nods, his hand still on my face. “Nick… I can’t.” I grab his hand and pull it away from my face. “Don’t, please.” My eyes fill with tears.

“I’m not doing anything…” I look down and I tighten my grip on his hand.

“Look. I know that you are more… sure about everything, more confident, more outgoing. I’m not. I’m scared…”

“Just tell me.” He whispers. “It will be okay, I promise.”

“Nick-.“ My voice cracks. “I like you.” I whisper, a tear rolls down my face.

“I know… I like you too.” Suddenly the cold breeze of the night isn’t freezing anymore. Time stops for us. His hands go to my face and he kisses me, the kind of kiss that can cure any heart ache. I feel alive.

“I’m sorry.” I sniff. “I shouldn’t be crying. God, this is so awkward. I was so scared.” He grabs my hands that were shaking.

“What do you mean? This is the best gift ever. And not a lot of people can say that the love of they life confessed at a castle.”

I laugh. “Nick, this is a kids jumping castle.” He wipes away the tears of my face.

“I know, I don’t care.” He kisses my lips softly one more. “Let’s go inside. There is taco bell and pizza, you choose what to eat.”

Nick grabs my hand and softly guides me out of the castle, I smile weakly at him and he kisses my cheek. Together, we walk inside of the house.

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[cherripie32]

BETTT (it’s literally 2:00am so sorry if this is badly written)

VINCE WOULD TOTALLY BE SO UNCHARACTERISTALLY CLINGY WHEN SICK

Vince x Rody

AN: i just finished deadplate AND I LOVED ITT. I feel bad for shipping vince x rody but i love the games symbolism and they would’ve been such a good ship under different circumstances ☹️🫶

TW: none, there is no gore or anything like that dw :), pure fluff, sort of ooc?

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The moon had just risen, shining over the bistro as the last set of customers had finished their meal

“Thank you! Please come again!” The redhead cheered, his hair ruffled from the rush hour just during dinner. He placed the money back into the cashier and placed his well earned tips into his wallet. He sighed, entering the kitchen to place his apron back…

That was until he noticed a very exhausted, very sick Vincent, sitting and shivering in the corner. He hadn’t seen him till now, due to the rush of the customers the whole day. His eyes were sunken, his nose just the faintest hue of red, and his eyelids almost drifting off to sleep.

“Oh my god Vince?! What happened? You look terrible!” Rody asked, to which Vince could only let out a mean glare, followed by a loud cough.

“I’m fine. I still have work to do.” He tried to stand and walk to the cashier, however with each step he took, he felt his legs shake instead “I need to make sure the ingredients we need are shipped by tomor-“ cough cough. He tried to finish his statement, if only he weren’t so weak and he didn’t have a massive headache that wouldn’t even allow him to walk on his own.

“Woah- watch your step!” Rody had to catch him to make sure he wouldn’t fall to the floor, but when he did he only realized. “Jesus Vince you’re burning up! And you’re shivering too!”

“It’s chef to you” Vince snapped back, only to be interruppted by a fit of coughs

“No it isn’t. Not today at least” The redhead placed vince’s arm around his shoulder “cmon, let’s get you to bed”

“No. I need to work. I need to make sure that the ingredients are-”

“Here by tomorrow. I know I know. I can take care of it! I mean- how hard can it be?? Just make a little call right?”

Vince couldn’t help but worry about him but his body didn’t allow him to object, so he just let out a big sigh instead. With a few steps, the couple entered his bedroom, decorated with a distinct design Rody would never understand.

Vince was finally in bed, under the covers, after a hard days work.

“Here, I brought you some water…and a cold towel for your forehead” Rody spoke quietly, wringing out the towel and ever so gently placing it on vincent’s forehead. The two gazed into each other’s eyes, Vince’s hues being filled with gratitude, before his eyes fluttered asleep. A few minutes later, Rody was just about ready to leave, to go to his own apartment. That was until he was stopped by clingy hands, and a surprisingly clingy Vincent.

“Dont…please, stay..don’t leave me” His hands clung unto Rody’s sweater, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes almost filled with tears”

“Hey- Hey hey hey! You’re alright! I’ve got you. I’m right here, whatever you need. I’ll be here all night.” Rody reassured. He’s never seen this side of Vincent before. He was always so closed, so stoic. Who knew he would be so clingy…and sort of…adorable when he got sick?

“C’mere..sleep beside me” Vince, whispered in a raspy voice.

“Alright, alright” Rody left out a faint smile and crawled to his side of the bed, going underneath the covers and looking at Vince’s sleepy eyes. And the two lied in bed for a while, until Vince said,

“I know I never say this. I never have said it until now. But i really am lucky to have you”

…

“…Whaa!?” Rody looked astonished, eyes blown wide. Is this really the same Vince? His boss?? The head chef??

Vince just scoffed “Let me finish. You’re weird. You’re absurd! You’re so stupid that before this job- you got fired from multiple jobs in a course of weeks! You’re emotional, and we’re exactly polar opposites!”

“…Gee thanks” Rody couldn’t help but roll his eyes,

“But maybe that’s what I needed. Someone the total opposite of me. Someone who isn’t so…antisocial. Someone to brighten up the workplace!” His face seemed flushed by his own words. “Someone that is…caring” He whispered with a raspy note.

And Rody felt something he never felt before, something that he couldn’t explain, but he knew it was there, and he knew that Vince felt it too.

“…Thank you” the redhead replied, and there was silence. Not the silence whenever there is an awkward air, but a comforting one.

And there was a gaze between them, there is always a gaze between them, a gaze that feels as if they’ve known each other for a lifetime, and for all of the lifetimes they’ve lived together in the past. Vince knows that he’d do anything for Rody, and Rody would do anything for him.

Thinking about Vince and rody… I’ve seen a lot of Rody sick fics, but it was confirmed that Rody doesn’t really get sick often. Like, he has a hella good immune system. But, this just made me think. What would Vince be like sick, how would Rody find out he’s sick? How would Rody take care of him.. So yeah, I want a Vincent sick fic with Rody x Vince hiding in the corner now

[honkhonk-ducky]

Live Episode Reaction (spoilers under cut):

- SAM ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE

- Curiosity killed the Khalid cat amiright?

- bro, did sam get sick bcuz of getting archived

- OH THE NIGHTTIME TRAIN??? spooky (I am not British, i dont know wtf a nighttime train is)

- APOCALYPTIC CONFLICT YOU SAY?

- YOU ARE NOT SAFE. ANSWER ALICE'S CAAAAAAALLLLLLS

- Alice my bby 💞💗💕💖💞💕💞💓

- this fucking train worker guy sounds so tired lol

- COLIN???????? COLIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? WHY'RE YOU IN THE OFFICE??? WHAT ABOUT FREDI??? (FR3-D1? Freddy? idk)

- BRO IS COLIN GONNA DIE?

- GWEN. LENA. AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- Lena's voice is shaking?? Omg. I can't tell if she's angry or scared or relieved (or all three)

- "GOODBYE GWEN." GURL. "BEST OF LUCK, YOU'RE ALL GOING TO NEED IT"???? GURL

- *Insert Evil Bouchard Laugh here* You now have something in common with Mr. Jonahlias Douchard now :D

- "Just checking for tape recorders" 👀

- "EVEN IF IT WAS ON THE TRAIN-" it fucking IS. IF YOU JUST ANSWERED ALICE'S CALLS-

- "We want your teeth." no thank you.

- "suspicious door, and we both know what happens if we open it" Good enough for me! 🚪🌀WELCOME BACK THE DISTORTION!!!!🌀🚪

- is that the TMA theme in the background?????

- wow, a side character finally admits a place is haunted in a horror podcast?

- "stay out the way of whatever goes on" ADD THIS MAN TO THE "SMART MAGPOD CHARACTERS" LIST. (Joshua Gillespie and Sebastian Skinner lol)

- "50 quid" hell yeah BRIBERY!!!!

- this custodian is a mood

- WOAH WAIT A MINUTE. WAIT A MINUTE. STATEMENT??? STATEMENT???

- ARCHIVIST!!!!!!!!!!!

- "Is this place a wound that never healed?" YES. A WOUND IN REALITY.

- So... is the Hilltop Center basically a shopping center run by the Fears or smth?? Imagine working as a cashier here. Literal nightmares lol

- "it was the whimpering" just like Jon Jarchivist Jims-

- MANNEQUINS, YOU SAY?

- Sam should learn from this custodian and STOP ASKING QUESTIONS.

- NOOOO DID THIS MAN JUST GET BURIED ALIVE???

- TAPE RECORDER ALERT!!!!!

- Back to Samelia, I see...

- STAIRS? TO THE BASEMENT? JUST LIKE THE STAIRS IN TMA HILLTOP ROAD THAT LED TO THE CRACK IN REALITY?????

- high-pitched humming?

- Oh. My. God. DONT TOUCH IT. IS IT THE TEAR IN REALITY??? SOME ALCHEMY THING?

- Spill the beans, Celia

- oOOOOHHHH SAM SNAPPED.

- CELIA FROM ANOTHER REALITY CONFIRMED!!! HELL YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

- "it keeps pulling me back"

- She doesn't remember??? THERE'S NOTHING TO GO BACK TO? WHAT HAPPENED TO TMA-VERSE THEN????

- WAIT. NO. NO. CELIA. OH SHIT, IS SHE GONNA BETRAY HIM?? FUCK. CELIA WHAT THE FUCK NO

- "I really did like you" CELIA. YOU BITCH

- STATEMENT?

- TAPE RECORDER???

- CELIA'S EXPERIENCE IN THE EYEPOCALYPSE ASHSJFIWHENDKD

- THE FEARLESS ONE? GEORGIE????

- WTF HAPPENED???? HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

- ALICE!!! OH GOD.

- TMA THEME???

- custodian guy!!!! (oh shit, he dead)

- "We are the Hilltop" We are FNAF frfr

- GWEN OH BOY. (Is that alcohol??? Lena had alcohol on her office?????)

- I have a feeling Lena was right and Gwen is WAY over her head. But at least now there's a Bouchard in charge of a supernatural orgnization again :p

- THAT COMPUTER GLITCH THO

- CELIA'S ALIVE!!! ALICE IS HERE!!!!

- "where's Sam?" 😨

- "They're gone, Alice." WTF DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE GONE??? OMG THE PREDICTIONS OF SAM TRAVELLING TO TMA-VERSE AAAAAAAAA—

- I CANNOT WAIT MONTHS FOR THE NEXT EPISODE, WHAT THE FUCK???!?!?!?!?

GUYS PLS PLS PLS WRITE FANFICTION OF SAM IN THE TMAVERSE. PLEAAAASEEEEEEEEE

LISTENING TO THE MAGNUS PROTOCOL SEASON FINALE ON THE TRAIN HOME 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪 (i sure hope an Archivist isn't there with me)

I'm reblogging this with thoughts post-episode

[qnfpanel]

ahh batman

anyway my name is skeppy i wanna talk to you abotu a girl named debbie you should be my wingman tonight. “hi my name is debbie. im a person that is very very nice. and im looking for a boyfriend. do you have somebody that i could possibly meat ive been really lonely you might be my last hope tonight” “oh im sorry but skeppy is taken talk to that guy over there quackity i know he’s not. ooohhhh heres skeppy oh hes really nice he has really nice hair a really nice car and he’s kinda out there cause hes really cool and really poppin hes really poppin and hes a million times better than quackity so theres a lot of reasons to luke spekppy. number one is that he hangs out with me. thats really awesome and really fun so you cant have skeppy sorry go talk to quackity instead i know hes alone go talk to quackity i know that hes home. dont talk to skeppy or else. but you can talk to quackity thats fine” i am looking for a man i am willing ot give him my hand im a very sexty girl looking for a sexy guy who is that skeppy i know him from his youtube videos im actually going to die in two days and my last wish is to meet him tday i erally want to go on a special date with this boy badboyhello you know skeppy you could complete this wish of mine. you could hep me im about do die all i want is one date with skeppy. just one dat im about to die my parents left me this is all i need.” “fine you can go on a date with him if hes okay with it first you have toask him” but badboyhalo would not allow this girl to go unsupervised on a date with skeppy so every time this girl said something questionable to skeppy badboyhalo has to come and step in on this date. i would come chaperone but- “hi skeppy you look sexy” “hey girlie you also look sexy” “thank you skeppy. were very in love with each other” “these past few days have felt like a decade. it’s too bad youre gonna die tomorrow ooowwwoooo” "I wanna leave a mark in this world i want you to give me your babies” “i have to tlak to my friend talk to my friend hey bad” so it turns out im a lying girl and im not actually gonna die and you know this buy you cant stell skeppy ebcayse he’sll be hreartnboken so you have to tell him lsihgtily that eferyhting she’s csating is a load of horse crap alright? “i love you skeppy im gonna die” “not she lyin” “what is it halo” “skeppy she is a liar” “why would you say that im gonna die” “lets leave her here and go somewhere else” “ill go with you guys” “badboyhalo i thought you were a friend. why are you being mean to me im gonna hang out with her to the end” “skeppys nicer thatn this hes not a muffinhea dlike you. skeppy smells like the sun and you smell like poo so why dont you go off some where.” “hello guys its me the doctro tuns out that girl was actually dying her last wish was to date skeppy and your last words to her were that she smells like poo. this gurls is delad and she was miserable she had one wish was to the world through skeppy” “why did you hurt me. she wass o lovely. she was my baby” “im sorry skeppy i didnt emant to do i t i understand if youre upset forgive me please sorry” “im not that sad because i know somehtijng to be tryue. im not the one that is hated most by you. you hate your fans you hate your fans now youre gonna go and make an onlyfans.” guys do you hear that guys do your hear that do you hear that. “hello guys its me debbie i am calling you from heaven. i am here now to tell the truth about the day we had with you kseppy i actually was not sick i actually was not in trouble but when i went to buy some thrublle from the sevent eleven a man came in and frobbed the store. this man wanted some gunmmy worms it seems that he forgot his credit card it seems he didnt want to payyyyyyyy so he shot the cashier and then he shot me im lying dead on the gloor oh god im bleeding and then i walk to the chip asile escaping this psycho he notices i am a witness so now he just walks up to me. he says something to my face ‘i cannot leave you breathing’ he aims the glock at my heart whoah and then he presses the glock trigger and its a yoy gun its not a real gun he actually was not gonna kill me but the nerf got me and now im fucking dead. i got so worried about my death that i actually died” no therapy could fix this. “badboyhalo i forgive you.” “thank you” “youre not as bad as they all say’’ “awww” “and i have one surprise for you. i can predict the future and that s what im gonna do. twenty years for manslaughter. thirty years for negligence. twenty more years for carrying a fake gun. and fifty hyears for making skeppys livfe hell. he could have made it he couldve been happy he couldve had anyone that had me skeppy skys the limit you can blame badboyhalo for your awful life you can blame badboyhalo for all that you lied. badboyhalo i hav eone thing left to predict.you should know this before all of it goes to shit theres one thing you should know about your future self your piss is actually gonna come out the color brown. after your alcohol addiction when youre forty youre gonna have a lot of problems you will see. you’ll have kidney stones and youll have a hard time pissing out everyhting you have inside kibdaye stones kidney stone kidney stoneess”  “not kidney stones” “kidney stones kidney stones kidney sonteess.  you have kidney stones in your body. you are gonna die YOU HVE KIDNEY STONES IN YOUE BODY AND YOURE GONNA DIE you are gonna pizz color brown. youre gonna PISS color brown in your deathbaed. the last mometns of ryour life are pretty grim. youre in your deathbed and the lights are getting dim after your big issues with kidney stones ‘badboyhalo itls me skeppy i hear youre dying and i thought no this cant beim gonna get close to you if thats firne” “aw its fine” *spitting noicese* “i coulda had a happy life but you took teh only woman that i liked i coulda been a really good life BUT YOU TOOK THE ONLY BITCH I HAD I FUCKING HATE OYU I HTE YOU I HATE YOUS O MCUH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” *beeping sound* hes dead. thanks for coming to my story about the ballad of badboyhalo. he is old, he is sick, and now he’s dead. thta was really sad that was really sad but actually that wasnt really sad because he took all the women away from skepypy and didnt have his best interests in mind

[words-for-holland]

Happier (7) | T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Y/N ultimately makes a choice that might just change the game. Tom is out with Natalie and LOTS of questions are asked. Is Unknown back for more mischief?

A/N: Wow 7 already?? Thanks again for the support!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Masterlist

Choices

No one goes through life without have to make choices. Sometimes, the choice is easy, but other times it becomes the most difficult, nervewrecking thing one can come across. The worst part...there’s no one to blame but yourself if you choose wrong. The day Y/N broke up with Tom was the most difficult and heartbreaking choice she could have ever done. But what would you do if you were given the option of saving everything your boyfriend had worked for his entire life and breaking both your hearts for a time being?

Now as Y/N lays in bed, surrounded by darkness and her two friends, she is left with another difficult choice. “This was your home. Your real home is in London with us.” Harrison’s words repeat in her head. “So what do you say?”

Her mind reminisces to every amazing moment she’s had in London. All the laughter, adventures, and love she’s shared with every one; it was everything Y/N could have wanted. Then she thought of Tom, and how her feelings were amplified with him. He made her feel more alive, but now miles and hearts apart, life was lifeless. The bad memories start to flood, reminding her of why she was back here in the first place.The messages, the media...Natalie. It made her sick to a point she had to get out of bed and go to the bathroom in order to cleanse away the energy.

As Y/N washed her face and looked in the mirror, she couldnt help but notice something strange in her reflection. “Yes, that’s exactly how you look when you’ve been betrayed and heartbroken.” A voice spoke out. Y/N displayed a look of confusion. It certainly wasn’t Harry or Harrison voice. The voice was femine. In fact...it sounded a little bit like...

“Hello? Earth to Y/N! I’m right here!” The voice exclaimed, as Y/N turned around to the sink and saw a version of herself.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Y/N screams, backing up and hitting the cream colored wall.

“Calm down. It’s just your concious.” Y/N’s subconcious, casually stated as she took a sip off a nonexistant champagne glass. She was definitely dressed more classier than Y/N and her attitude was straight to the point. Traits Y/N had always wished she had.

“I definitely must be losing my mind.” Y/N shakes her head, her face plastered in disbelief. She takes a seat on the floor and starts to cradle her head.

“Oh sweetie, you’re not losing your mind. You just need help making another big decision in your life.” Her subconcious smiles, sitting down properly as she plays with her glass.

“Yeah...and where were you when I was breaking down because I had to choose leaving Tom or saving his career?” Y/N challenged as she picked her head up to look at her fiery clone.

“Well, I was hoping you’d have made the right choice then, but clearly looks like you’re incapable of doing that... so here I am.” Y/N’s subconcious gestures with a smile. “So? What’s it gonna be? Staying here or London with your man?” She asks fliratiously when she indirectly mentions Tom. “Here’s a hint. If you’re choosing to stay here, you’re choosing wrong.”

Y/N glares at her subconsious, her eyes filling up with annoyance. “Are you serious right now? After everything that’s happened...you want me to go back to London? God, I feel like a broken record. Why doesnt anyone get it?!”

“No, I think the real question is why dont you get it?” Her subconcious snaps. She stands up and moves closer to Y/N staring into her eyes, as if she was pulling out an inner truth. “You know that whole relationship is a ruse. You know Tom still loves you, and you’re the one spending all this useless time, trying to find an answer that you and I both know.”

Y/N stares down at the tiled floor, eyes welling up with tears. Her subconcious continues, “if you’re still thinking about those stupid messages and Unknown, just stop. Stop the bullshit. At some point in your life, you’re going to have to face the fear, the insecurities, and the threats. It’s a part of your life, and if you let that stop you, you’ll be miserable like this for as long as you live. Think about it.”

With a snap of her fingers, her subconcious disappeared and Y/N was left alone in the bathroom. The time ticking away as she stood silently deciding her future.

Back in London, Tom and Natalie had been give a stunt to pull off at the Kingston Farmers Market, where on even the rainiest day, the small quaint shops display their finest produce and trinkets. As the lovely couple make their way down the streets, Natalie wraps her arms around Tom’s as she snuggles into his neck to keep warm. Tom smiles at the gesture, but those that knew him, could easily point out it was the smile reserved for work.

As they walk hand in hand, Tom observes all the small stands and their beautiful displays, but one stopped him in his tracks completely. It was a small sweets stand that showcased their finest desserts and pastries. He remembered it very well from 3 years ago. After all, this was the exact spot where Y/N and Tom had their first date.

He rememebered the stroll they took as they walked down the cobbled road with all the wooden stalls lined up on each side. How Y/N ‘s tiny hand had fit perfect in his, fingers laced together, as they lightly swung back and forth. Tom could hear her laughing as she was telling him a story about her embarassing moments with her childhood friends. He remembered listening intently and smiling back, telling Y/N she was something else in the best way possible. Tom remembered how she stopped at this very spot, where he and Natalie now stood today.

“Do you want to take a look?” Tom asked, smiling as he saw Y/N looking at the desserts and pastries as if they were her first love. “You’re practically drooling.” He joked, only to get a slight shove from her.

“Am not!” Y/N laughs, keeping her eyes focused on the desserts. “Just admiring the view.”

“Ouch. Here I thought I was the view all along” Tom responds, putting a hand on his wounded heart. A moment of silence passed, but it was anything but akward. They smiled, looking into each others eyes. Tom took notice of every little detail that made up her delicate, soft face. He took her hand again as he lead her to the stall. “C’mon, lets see if we can find something to satisfy that sweet tooth of yours.”

As the two looked carefully at the display, one caught his eyes. It was big enough to share, shaped in a heart, and the best part...covered in chocolate and whipped cream. “How cheesy.” Y/N says as he picks it up.

Tom froze, his cheeks turning a slight pink. “Is it?”, he questions as he was about to put it back until Y/N stopped him.

“Cheesy, but in a good way.” Y/N says as she takes the pastry and hands it over to the cashier. Tom smiles at her, letting out a soft chuckle as he pays for it. They split it in half as they took a big bite, making sure to get every element of the pastry. It was soft, sweet, mushy, and crunchy all that the same time. As they each pulled away from the dessert, Tom noticed a little bit of cream lingering at the top of her lips. “You got a little something there.” Tom laughs pointing to where it was.

Y/N tried to lick it off, unsuccessfully as Tom shakes his head. He comes in closer leaning in as his lips touched hers, making an effort to wipe off the cream. Their lips lingered for a few seconds, slowing and reluctantly parting away. He could never forget how soft her lips were, and how a thousand butterflies exploded the moment he first kissed her at that very stand.

“Better?” She asks as she looks down, hiding her rather giddy smile.

“Better than I could have imagined.”

It was in that moment, Tom had woken up from his daydream of the past. “Tom! C’mon! You could at least act like you’re interested in me for the cameras.” Natalie snaps him out, showing evidence of annoyance. She grabbed his arm again as they walked towards the sweet stall, tainting the memories of Y/N and Tom’s first date. Natalie’s face softens as she looks at the display and then looks at Tom as he eyes the one pastry. “Look I’m sorry. I didnt mean to lash out like that. It’s just..I’m really trying to help you get over this and make you feel better, while being in this situation, but you’re not really helping me out here.”

“I’m sorry Natalie. Im just...not really feeling up to this.” Tom admits as he looks at Natalie with a solemn smile.

Natalie rolls her eyes, as she hears the same response from him for the 50th time since the fiasco happened. “Tom, I get you’re still heartbroken and all I told you Im trying to be here for you, especially since Harrison and Harry are god knows where. But I need some effort on your end. Plus you did agree to do the PR.”

Tom looks at her with digust, glaring into her dull brown eyes. “Only because your publicist threatened me pictures of Y/N and some bloke she was with!”

Natalie crosses her arms listening to Tom as if it wasn’t a big deal. “You mean her new boyfriend? And my publicist never threatend you. She just...simply stated facts.”

“He isn’t her boyfriend!” He says as his voice starts to boom with anger. “And I was stupid enough to believe it and wait for Y/N to say it herself. She told me your publicist worked with Y/N’s friend and sent it in...Is it true?”

Natalie looks at him, frozen with fear, her top lip shaking just a little. “You know? She called you?” She asks.

“It doesn’t matter if she did or didnt. Is it true?” Toms asks again.

“I don’t know Tom. I know only as much as you during that meeting. And why would you believer what comes out of her mouth. Maybe she’s playing you. She broke your heart and I dont see why she wouldn’t do it again by manipulating you with facts that could or couldn’t be true.” Natalie speaks out as she continues to look away. “C’mon the paparazzi are here.”

Tom looks at her in disbelief, scoffing at her response. He drops his arm from her hands as he walks away. Natalie stands there watching him, as she felt her phone vibrate.

Unknown

Pushing him away, pushes away your dreams ❤️

Natalie stares at the notification, her face turninng pale as if she had seen a ghost. This wasn’t how the game was supposed to work, and yet here she was. She knew exactly what the text meant and perhaps even worse...knew exactly who it came from, which made it all more impossible to fight back.

A few days had passed, and Tom comes down to the kitchen to see Harrison and Harry entering the house setting down their luggages and bags. “And where the hell did you two divs go?” Tom questions them, evidently pissed off that they both went somewhere without a word. He was ready to say more when he saw Y/N walk through the doors with her baggage in hand. To say he was surprised was an understatement. In fact he was shocked, over the moon. He discreetly piched himself to see if he was dreaming. He certaintly was not. Y/N was here.

“Y/N” was all he could manage out. “I..I..”. It had been months since he last saw her, and yet she still looked beautiful even if she had no makeup and showed signs of distress. It broke his heart immensely to see her in this state.

“Dont get too excited. Im only here cause Harrison and Harry wouldn’t leave me alone if I didnt come.” Y/N grumbles as she brings her stuff in.

Natalie heads down the stairs to join the group, eqUally as shocked to see Y/N back. “Oh...you’re..you’re back.” She states nervously and clearly annoyed. Everything they had set up was no longer going according to plan.

“I am. I’m gonna go set my stuff up in the attic.” Y/N speaks out as she awkwardly makes her way upstairs.

“You know what. I’m sure you boys have a lot to talk about, so I’ll just make my way to my room.” Natalie quickly says, disappearing from the room.

Tom, Harry, and Harrison were left in the room. All three staring down at each other. “You went to see her?” Tom spits out. “And didn’t tell me?”

“Tom. We need to talk.” Harrison says as he sits him down ready to speak out on everything that has been waiting to be brought to light.

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[sea-salted-wolverine]

Okay so last week was a shitkicker and was literally so bad I spent the better part of the week trying to delude myself into thinking it was a good day. Like, we're talking, "the sun is shining and I'm here to see it so today is a good day" and "I'm having a bad day- fuck me I am not haveing a bad day- I'm having a good day- I'm not having a bad day". Denial is a powerful tool for mental health, apply judiciously. I get that everyone on earth is kinda having a shitty year but it feels like things just kinda escalated in my little corner

The 7th had a huge snow storm that brought traffic to a stand still. No one could leave the house and university class was online anyway. Batshit customer demanded to pick up her gear anyway. I drove in because I was the only person with keys to the shop that could get to the building. It took me a solid 2 hours going 15mph on the highway. The snow in the parking lot was up past the fenders of my truck. Crazy lady gets 10 out of 18 of her survival suits back but the other 8 still have holes in them because our only repair tech is also the only one who answers the phone or runs the computer or handles customers or cleans or disinfects anything or stores gear. I'll give you one guess who that person is.

Did you guess me? Good for you. Fun fact this was not the case in October.

Crazy lady swans off through the snowed in parking lot and because she cant find the exit, blasts straight through the ditch and onto the road.

I say fuck it and leave. I've been at work for 2 hours. I have made 24 dollars for my trouble. It takes me another hour to get home.

The 8th is Saturday and I'm supposed to be at work. No one can drive. There was another 10 8nches of snow last night. I say fuck work and go to dig out the plow truck. The canopy over the plow truck collapses as I walk out to clear the snow of it.

I do not scream.

My partner and I get the truck running and go plow people out of their driveways and then go do the shop.

We come back home and the heater doesn't work. We just spent most of last week frantically trying to limp the thing along because no heat at -20°F is in a word fucking unpleasant. At least now its 40 degrees warmer because if the snowstorm. We take it apart again. The house smells like diesel. The house smells like exhaust. The house is not cold because the wood stove can keep up at 20 above zero but it won't keep us through the winter.

There is no saving the oil heater. We need a new one.

Its 730 and neither of us have eaten. I start rice in the pressure cooker so I can throw a tasty bite on top and call it dinner and that dies too. Explosively.

Dinner is half cooked rice and microwaved curry.

Sunday is spent finding a way to stretch our increasingly thin budget to buy a new heater. Between us we actually have 2275$ and we will still cover the mortgage. Somehow. All our Christmas gifts will be hand made this year. The next thing that breaks will stay broken.

Monday, power outages due to snow storm. No wifi, no zoom meetings. Another 8 inches of snow. This is now more snow than my city gets for the full year.

My boss calls sobbing. The dog died. Joey, an 11 year old, 130lb mastiff with a tumor the size of a football on his liver has been her constant companion for at least 8 years. The pandemic has confused the bejesus out of him because while he loves the lock down and going out to play every hour or so he doesnt really like the concept of strangers in masks. Hes a guard dog and doesnt understand that men in masks coming into the shop are not here to kill mom they're wearing masks so they don't kill mom.

Mondays the shop is closed anyway and I spend it installing the new heater. It doesn't quite fit in the space the old heater came out of but its warm.

Tuesday, I go to work, everyone cancels class, I once again gently explain to a regular that eugenics is bad. I would like to curse him out. I cant. He drops a grand on scuba gear and leaves, talking about how great his trip to Mexico will be.

I do not scream.

A friend calls to ask how I'm doing. Not great. Yea, her niether. She asks if I want to go out to the backcountry with her over the weekend. I explain that my leg physically does not move and I'm downing copious amounts of advil to remain upright. The doctor sent me in for an MRI but has not yet called back. Plus I'm supposed to go to Valdez for the weekend and actually go diving. That I can do with limited use of my leg.

She says yikes, take it easy, take care of yourself, I love you.

I say, yikes, I'm tired of taking it easy, I wanna play, I love you too.

Hit me up if your plans open up and we can do something gentle on your leg. She says.

God yes. The cold woods away from people sounds like paradise. I dont even care that it will cause me rending physical pain to get there. I need a break.

Its Wednesday. I go to school. I get pulled over. Miraculously I dont get a ticket. I'm white female and conventionaly attractive, maybe not so miraculous. I rolled through a stop sign but I'm pretty sure I couldn't afford a ticket.

I get a text in class. One of the instructors who works with the dive shop has tested positive for covid. I haven't seen the man in 2 months. I needed a spare instructor but he was nowhere to be found. But hey, evidently that's a good thing.

I go to work. I vacillate between doing the job a 4 people and having nothing to do.

I go to the grocery store because I misjudged my last monthly grocery run and even though I'm increasing my exposure I'm out of cheese and tea damnit.

The store is packed. Pandemic who?

My partner and I haven't had a date nite in a while and this week has been shitty. I want a nice dinner. I pick up a couple boxes of the carton sushi which isnt terrible and is about as nice as I can justify on the new budget. I grab a gallon of milk and a few other things. I forgot my wallet in the truck and the cashier is chill and sets my stuff aside while I grab it.

I pay and take my stuff home and realize I left one of my bags at the store. No cheese or tea for me.

Thursday. 10am my phone goes off with an emergency alert. The govoner has grown a spine in light of recent elections and is instituting a voluntary lock down. My state has 500 new cases a day. That might not sound like a lot but theres only 300,000 people in Alaska and we've got poor medical infrastructure.

Unfortunately Alaska is full of Alaskans and nobody can tell us what to do. Nothing changes. 7pm rolls around and I'm teaching scuba classes in the pool.

I load a few hundred pounds of scuba gear into the back of my truck. In a wet wetsuit. In the snow. In a fabric facemask. 6 feet apart. In the pool.

I dont get paid for pool time.

Over the summer we had 6 dive masters including me, all big burly dudes, much better suited to picking things up. Its November and I'm the only one.

The kids I'm teaching are going to Hawaii. They're 10 and 13 and so wildly excited about breathing underwater its beautiful to watch. And they're traveling to an island. In a pandemic.

Friday.

Unload scuba gear so it doesnt get stolen out of the back of my truck while I'm at class. Were doing a make up lab today. Hey of the five student in my class only one of us has covid so theres that.

My boss calls an let's me know that shes left for Valdez without me. If I'd like to make an 8 hour drive by myself in a snowstorm I'm welcome to follow.

I'm in class till an hour before shop closing. I'm not driving across town so I can run on the open sign for half an hour.

The shop stays closed on Friday.

Saturday.

I explained to everyone we had business with that the shop would be closed over the weekend and Friday. I planned on being in Valdez. Hell I canceled plans to be in Valdez.

I open the shop and immediately field calls about why we werent open. I start to explain about the Valdez trip and logistical difficulties and then I realize that shes not mad about that. The woman was here before I opened early this morning. We have never been open that early. The hours are on the door.

A regular comes in. Hes also confused as to why I'm here.

Sunday finds me curled up in bed, reluctant to leave. Getting out of bed has not played out well for me recently.

A friend comes over to chat with my partner about specialist rifle parts. This isnt that wierd, he works at a gun shop and they've been discussing upgrading my partners current rifle set up.

He is wearing a full Scottish kilt. Red tartan. Looks very lovely.

I make zucchini bread and my proportions are a little off because I have too much zucchini so it's a little over moist but it's good. I'm recovering from an asskicker of a week and next week will be better.

Monday morning:

Baby brother has covid

Dads getting the results of his rapid test tonight.

Mom isnt getting tested because she says she doesnt have symptoms but that's not the fucking point mom.

So, I'm not going home for thanksgiving. I'm not diving in Valdez. I'm not skiing backcountry.

I'm not sick. I'm not flat broke yet. I dont have a ticket. I have a job. I have people who care about me. Im managing my physical and mental health as best I can. Im just fucking exhausted.

[literalbuzzkill]

Below I'm gonna vent so y'all can ignore that XD

I'm basically making this post as a timestamp/reminder for myself about Covid2020 and what I had to deal with during it (even though it's still a relentlessly ongoing problem, as of Jan2021, yikes)

Below is my personal experience in switching from working everyday as an essential retail worker to now a stay at home unemployed/leave of absense person. Don't feel bad about not reading it, it's long, boring, and I can't really expect anyone to actually be interested because the struggle is real and who wants to be reminded of the grim reality we can't currently escape? XD

[The Start:]

I was still working retail up until a few months ago because most people left. And being short staffed already before covid at my store, things became an even worse unmanageable nightmare because they started to work the remaining staff to death because no one really knew what to do which sucked and everyone was rightfully afraid of what was happening all around them, plus everyone internally was hoping that this would all blow over in a decent amount of time and we could all return to normal and never speak of it again. Considering Covid started around late January/early February in 2019 and today's date (for my future reference) is Jan 4th 2021, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that it certainly has not blown over in a decent amount of time like originally hoped for. Oof.

I was a closer but because of covid my job turned into 'every position at the store and everything/anything that you can possibly get done'. All the stuff from morning team, mid shift, and nightshift rolled into one. Cashiering, phone calls, cleaning, ship from store, backroom, covering multiple breaks, and every department on hardlines salesfloor,

(I did everything except for guest services, food service, clothing, and hr)

you name it XD because most people abandoned ship and Yeeted (which I dont blame them for, t'was a big mood) our store did not hire replacements until literally a few months ago. After I left. Nice.

We were not getting paid any extra, having to stay late, running around with an unending unfinishable list, having to deal with rude customers and cranky bosses, full 8+hour shifts having to wear a mask (even in the break room, and sometimes missing breaks all together because of the large work load) Another problem, my job did not supply masks, proper cleaning supplies, gloves etc to us until an unacceptable amount of time had passed since the start of the virus. Now I didn't expect them to be stocked and fully prepared immediately, obviously.

It was also pretty frustrating getting reprimanded by customers when supplies were low everywhere and some things necessary for existing safely could not be bought anywhere due to high demand, which was only natural, but some people actually acted like it was our personal fault for the store for being sold out of things like hand sanitizer, masks, gloves, toilet paper, and even accused us for holding it in the back for ourselves (which wasnt the case, customers are top priority at our store so the workers usually got nothing to take home or buy, even if we had pulled it from the truck or stocked it ourselves.)

Aside from the excessive draining from normal retail where we already suffer from Karen's and the often unpleasant general public, the Rona made the daily grind even more intense, as if we already thought it couldn't get any worse.

Straying away from that for a second, personal lives were now also affected greatly. Added on top of this new fear/caution/lifestyle was not being able to see my fiance or his family for months because they are all at very high risk. (Unfortunately I am too, but I really needed the paycheck so I thought I had to keep working until the inevitable, which was not looked forward to, but as long as I was potentially exposed with my job we all had to be apart unless I decided to quit and risk not having enough money to pay my bills or survive.)

(Side note for context: My fiance and I have been very lucky enough to see eachother almost every day for 4 years. Surprisingly we have not gotten sick of eachother yet and kept up with that regularity. And though we are engaged, we dont live together, but we do only live 15 minutes away so we just drive over to eachother everyday. Anyway, point being that going months without seeing him at all killed me internally hardcore. This was before zoom was popular and we were not about to resort to Skype. His parents are older and closer to me than my own family and were not comfortable with any form of in-person visits so we usually just did phone calls.)

And eventually I gave up,

I made it halfway through this pandemic working everyday, not seeing the only people I considered family, and I couldn't do it anymore. It literally didn't feel human.

Not to mention this did not help whatsoever with my pre-existing problems, bad depression, anxiety, ptsd, Self h, etc... it was all just getting way too out of hand with more stress piling up daily and taking too big a toll on me to the point where I couldn't deal with my regular lifestyle anymore. I needed a break and a change to severely turn myself around.

So a few months ago I finally went on leave of absence and it was the hardest thing for me to do but honestly the best thing I did. Because everything was so uncertain and I worried about how helpful unemployment would be towards my bills, if I'd lose my job for being gone too long due to an open ended leave of absense for the sake of my health/safety, and honestly I loved my job and my coworkers, but many of them had already left so at that point it became easier for me to leave.

I'm currently making more on unemployment than my job was paying my bi-weekly and doing leagues better mentally, emotionally, and physically, than before when I thought I could last the whole time working through covid hoping I wouldn't catch it and probably die because my health is not 100% gucci in the first place. I was too stubborn to quit until I got to a breaking point and then realised that putting my health/life on the line when I'm at risk during a pandemic for literally no reason other than feeling bad for my one really kind boss (who ended up leaving for a better job anyway right after I left)

in my brain the whole time I figured "eh if I die then I die" but there was a major upside to saying "you know what, fuck this" and leaving.

I've gotten to take up hobbies and do things that I've wanted to do for like 10 years, I improved my financial situation, bought my dream car(A 2004Crossfire), got engaged to the love of my life, had more time to read, write, learn, create, help my fiance record his first official music video, support smaller businesses, get back in better physical health, regain stability, and a new respect for life, health, friends, family, acts of kindness, and how easy things used to be before covid and how it was unintentionally taken for granted.

Not gonna lie, at first I was pretty mad that people on unemployment made more than essential workers, but I also knew that it wasn't their fault for their personal situations or reasonings for needing it. The problem was mainly that many Companies/jobs could have done more, treated essential workers better, given more help, compensated financially, offered forms of protectionagaint the virus, or done literally anything extra at all to help employees who were struggling or who stay to continue working there during a terrible pandemic, and some companies/jobs have done good things for their workers in response of the outbreak which is awesome.

Workers should absolutely be compensated for their extra efforts, time, and pleasant attitude in this difficult time, and treated better than they are. Some things should 1000% be different but some things in this world are still a work in progress.

And also, for people with health issues that are at risk but working anyway for whatever reason, there shouldn't be any shame felt for taking care of yourself or by the people who have to go on unemployment, those who can't work, lost their jobs, need help or a break, or just can't do it anymore, because it hits hard when you realise that even though your effort is important and you're doing your best, playing an important role in society, you could also be risking your health/life or even possibly someone you live withs, for a company that will replace you pretty easily if you're suddenly gone.

I worked at my store for 4 years, was extremely hard working and did everything and anything I could to stay as long as I could during this, but I realised that I'd rather not risk myself and be treated how I was.

Ultimately, the sad reality is that covid has some people forgetting that humans (whether working or not) are humans too that can die or fail at any time given the current circumstances. Some situations are unavoidable like a pandemic, but we can do our best with whatever reality we meet, whether it's being essential the whole way through like some are able, and knowing your health well enough to be able to judge what's best for you individually for now.

but regardless making sure you're not taking yourself for granted in the process.

I'm lucky enough to not have gotten covid yet, and I hope it stays that way.

If your job isnt doing what it can for you in this time, dont be too stubborn about staying

Its not worth risking yourself for your job honestly, and I really hope peoples jobs do as much as they can for those they employ.

If you aren't working, do something with your time that you'll remember (safe things obviously) and if you are still working keep up the awesome progress, stay safe, and be blessed. ❤

[fuck-customers]

My store is a dumpster fire waiting to explode

So this story has been one that has been slowly building over the sevenish months that I have been there, so this is going to be a very very long one, I apologize in advance. TLDR at the bottom.

I'm writing this cause I saw a recent submission about a p**s****, and just... need to get this off my chest. 

So we opened this store late last year, and I was absolutely ecstatic at the time. The job had gotten me out of 45+ hours food service job which had left me emotionally, physically, and mentally exhausted, and it was working with pets, so obviously it has to be great right? Well not so much.

It started out okay, I liked the people I worked with, but from the start we had issues. It was clear that there was (and is to this day) a breakdown in communication between managers and the different shifts. The people who trained me (as a shift leader who has the authority to open or close the store) were from outside, and apparently didnt do a very good or thorough job. For months after that the manager or assistant manager would say that I was doing something wrong, or forgetting to do something which I had never been shown or even told to do at all. Has this gotten better in the last seven months? No, it has not. In fact I am still not fully trained for the position I am supposed to be in, and was barely half trained for most of it. But I wasnt even the worst off, because the assistant manager at the time, N, wasnt fully trained either. 

Now that might not be a big problem during the first few months, everything is still shaking down and people are getting settled, right? Well turns, out corporate needs our store manager, Ill call her R, to manage TWO STORES, at the same time. 2 hours apart from each other. So store manager splits her time between my store, and the store two hours away which ends up in a four hour commute for her because --  guess what-- they dont even pay her for a hotel. So now the store is managed by the not fully trained assistant manager.

During those few months where R was gone, I had a rough time. Money was missing several times from drawers or safe, things weren't getting done the way they were supposed to, daily paperwork wasnt signed, and R blamed me and the other shift leader,  A, for not doing things the way they were supposed to be done. Except we were never originally told how things were supposed to be done.

Well R finally hires a manager for the other store she was helping to manage and comes back to discover that the store is in chaos. On the outside everything looked fine, but all that paperwork that hadnt been done correctly? It had built up to months worth of issues that needed to be corrected, and she was behind on everything. 

Around that time she finally realizes that the problems we were having werent my or A's fault. It was the assistant manager N. Turns out, she would show up for work and just sit and do NOTHING. Basically expecting the closing people, aka me and A, to do everything that needed to be done. And the stuff that apparently only she knew how to do (because she hadnt trained me or A even though it was also something we were supposed to be doing), was getting delayed by several days. All while she left exactly when her shift was up, got there late in the mornings, and generally was just sketchy about work over all. A and I believe that that money that went missing several times was her doing as well, because after she left, it magically stopped happening.

But since R and N were friends, there was no consequence. In the end, me and A basically had to make up for all the missed work on N's side, because R refused to fire her. She wrote her up a few times, had some "discussions," but eventually N left on her own. It came out after she left that N was a compulsive liar, who had told lies to just about everyone at the store, from tiny ones to massive ones. 

So now the store had lost the (half-trained) assistant manager, and we still had to fix all of her messes. So R decides to promote A (which is good, A is a great worker and more experienced than I am) to assistant manager. At this point I was hopeful that everything would calm down and start to settle.

Surprise. That didnt happen.

Instead our store manager got PROMOTED, to a sort of district manager. So then she was only going to be at our store for TWO DAYS of the entire week. She had just made A assistant manager, so she had barely any training, even though they did some speed training for a week or two.

At this point I still wasnt even trained to take in shipments, meaning the only two people in the entire store who could process incoming freight were R and A, even though we get daily shipments. We were still trying to fix the issues and things left behind by N. It was an absolute nightmare. 

But it still gets worse. Because thats when we learned that one of our associates was leaving at the end of the month. I dont begrudge her for it, but it put a squeeze on everyone. Because despite common sense where if you lose someone you hire someone new to replace them, that didnt happen. We started with about 7 total workers, four of which were management, three of which were cashiers. We had lost one of the cashiers early on, N was gone, and R was there two days a week (most of which was her panicking about paperwork and store stuff), and we were about to lose another cashier. But still R hadnt hired anyone new. And after the one cashier left, our last remaining cashier let us know she would be leaving as well.

Of course, R panics. At that point she was down to four workers, including herself, and one of them about to leave. She finally starts the hiring procedures, but because she is so busy, it takes her WEEKS to hire anyone.

For about a month, it was basically me and A running the store. they scheduled me at 39 hours (so they wouldnt have to pay me for full time), and expected me to cover any shifts people called out, or come in early, or stay late. I was (and currently still am) the only shift leader for the store. And I am STILL not fully trained. 

About two weeks ago, R finally hires some people. One of them literally quits after two days, and then she suddenly starts hiring a bunch of people. So now we have four new people we have to train, one of which they decided after a week would be a shift leader. But because she hired all of these new people at once, she's cutting my hours to 20 hours or less. So after all my hard work, after all my sticking through, I havent gotten a raise, and instead my hours have been drastically cut, and it doesnt look like R has learned anything at all. 

I dont even think I would realize how bad it is, if it werent for the fact that R has had to beg help from other stores. And those from the other stores, would ask me questions about the store, about things that needed to be done which I couldnt answer. They looked at me in complete surprise and befuddlement, because it was simple things, basic things which I should know. But dont. 

There is honestly, so much more that I cant even begin to start going through because its such a f***** mess. I was trained how to open the store over the phone, and trained on things at most once or twice with supervision before sent off to figure it out alone.  I still have questions because I havent been fully trained after SEVEN MONTHS. I've been scheduled outside of my availability multiple times, and have covered all but two shifts I have been asked to cover, even though the ONE day I asked if someone could cover me cause I was so sick I could barely talk no one took my shift. There is so much confusion because there is no communication between shifts, I walk in after a few days completely unaware of whats happening or needs to be done. I dislike calling R whenever there are issues because she always snaps when she answers the phone and tries to get off as soon as possible and I feel like Im an inconvenience. 

So yeah, Im done. I have been for months but Ive been trying to stick it out as long as I could. But Ive put in my notice, and Im hoping to find something better. At least now I know what red flags to look for.

TLDR: Corporate keeps putting way too much on store manager, it trickles down to literally everyone and everything in the store, no one can fix it and now all but one person who opened the store are leaving.

[fisherfurbearer]

fuck sam walmarts

and fuck management

I’ve had it. Left the store in tears tonight.

as some peoople probably/hopefully know. walmart closes at 6 pm on christmas eve. no one actually gets to leave at 6 becuase of shitty last minute customers. but it is what it is.

this. is really personal but im honestly SO close to just. killing myself? so who cares

basically. had a really really bad last few days. spent a lovely time with family (jessies family, his oma and opa and sister and parents and it was just a great time. theyre more family to me than most of my blood family) but it did make me Sad in Deep ways as we dont know if this is going to be our last christmas with his oma who isnt doing so good. and it just twisted me up a little but was othewrsiwse a great day. but then sunday i just...had a huge breakdown in the morning and decided to use my accomodation (i get 2 excused absenses a month) to cool down and gte myself together. slept a lot. woke up adn got a lot done, felt great, then i CRASHED really really bad, got really angry, lashed otu, took like...8-10 sleeping pills...theyre horrific things and im never doing that again...had to sleep for two days after that...felt horrifically sick, in pain, just awful. had repeating nightmares over and over. which has also been wearing me down recently. wasnt able to work monday either because i still couldnt stand and between the pills and the depression/anxiety and really just. felt like the world was ending.

decided sometime last night id just...try my best to make it in today, work my shift (really long 9-6, knowing i wouldnt leave on time nad htisis my first time working in 5 days now...which is rough...) and if i can get through this, i have another couple days off in a row after that (schedules fault, not mine...do feel awful i missed 3 days before that though...) and we can just. get back on track

today i DID go to work, jessie drove me in

i worked. a long time. im supposed to get a break every 2 hours and a 1 hour lunch

i gott my first break on timeish.

then i got my lunch 6 hours after i got in. at which time i got “locked out” for not taking my lunch and coudlnt do anything on the registers. i was supposed to get it 4 hours in. its christmas eve and excruciating and im still in pain and tired from my previous days breakdowns, but otherwise?? i did really good. i didnt mind at all that my lunch was so late. i was a little miffed, but its ok. i dont care, so long as i get it eventually. anyway they FINALLY noticed i was locked out and got me coverage and i ended my lunch at 4. things continued ok. worked on self checkout, met a lot of regulars i really like, prevented $200 of theft (HAHA WOW that was really really funny i love preventing petty theft. i prevent so much theft every week its my pride and joy) just did okay. then they had us close self checkout that took a little while. then at 5:00-5:10 or so i went to my Manager/Supervisor/”““People LEad” as walmart is now trying to call them, lets call her manager Y, and i told her i still need my break and will i get it before i leave. she said go to register 4. i asked again hey will i get my break though and she said yeah and i thought to mysel HAHA thats not going to happen but ok

really stupid that after bieng locked out the first time she couldnt give me my break before i openned a register with a line i cant get rid of

anywayy i did ok otherwise for a while

but at 5:25 or so i reminded a CSM “hey i need my break still can i get that?” and she just ssaid yeah well try to get someone and then more time passed so much time. i put through an ask on the register “assistance needed”. waited another 10 minutes. “assistance needed” again. starting to get anxious. its past 5:40. the line is so long. theres so MUCH NOISE. Its SO LOUD. the intercom keeps going off, no one is responding to me, i dont have a mat to stand on so my knees HURT,, im not doing okk

i switch my light to flashing/need assistance and start looking for someone to ask for help. its 5:45, i need my break NOW, i DESERVE IT for workng this long ass shift and they already missed several of my last breaks a week ago AND got me locked out today and im STARTING TO GET ANXIOUS PELASE I JUST WANT MY BREAK SO BAD

nnthgen a csm is passing by im about to lose it, so i tell her CSM J, please i really need my break now PLEASE and im starting to ccry and i try to tell her whats going on but she shushes me and goes and gets sometone

im full on tears at this point, im so strreesed out,,

manager Y and some other snooty manager come over andd. ffkcing. ask me whats wrong. im crying and i try to explain im really really stressed out, i havent had my last break, ive been trying to get someone for so long now, i just really need to leave im so sorry

and theyy just. fckkng

ffcking manager Y jjst ssays ok “ill give you your break” and “this is your last break” and i ssaid?? yeah i knoww?? andd she saidd “next time youre like this, just dont come in”

i quote that completeltyyy....i really lost it then...i cried som muchh

this isnt the first itme she said something like this to meee...

she asked me “why are you CRYING” When i had an anxiety attacki n the store once, when ic cloked in and couldnt get myself together,, she didnt give me time to calm down, she didnt listen as to why, she just said “why are you crying. this is a BUSINESS. you cant be CRYING Here.” and i just said ok ill go home bye and leftt

andd when i tried to get my availability changed from 7-9 to 7-6/7-7 because the random late shifts with 7 am shifts was messing me up really really bad and my doctor thinks i need to hcange it too, she just said “i cant do that. thisi sa BUSINESS.” and she wouldnt listen when i said i might have to quit because of this, this is for my health, im literally scheduled 7-2 every sunday in december, busiest day of the busiest month and you cant even chop TWO HOURS off my weekend availability????

andd i jjst

ive HAD IT with her

ive had ittt

im so ashamed and angry and anxious and i still havent stopped cryingg. she called me over to her again as i was leaving and she blamed me for it. she ssaid a customer was upset that i “Screamed” (ues i raised my voice a little but i wasnt screaming??? also the two customers i was attending to when this was going on and i cried were VERY KIND nad jjst said i was doing a good job and thanked me for being there) and called a manager over (but...csm J got them?? not a customer...??) and i cant be acitng like this, i cant do customer service when im stressed,, and d i should just STAY HOME If im going to be like that

then shee fufkcing toold me i DID IT WRONG, that i “shouldve called someone over” I TOLD HER I DID!!!!! I DID!!!!!!!!!! YOU NAIL INTO MY HEAD IM NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE THE REGISTER SO I DIDNT, I DID EVERYTHING ELSE I COULD THOUGH!!! I REQUESTED HELP TWICE!! I TURNED MY LIGHT TO FLASHING!!! I TRIED TO CATCH A MANAGER WALKING BY TO HELP ME!!! N OONE LISTENED UNTIL IT WAS TOO LATE, I DID EVERYHTING I COULD!! yet she seriously told me to my face that “you didnt call anyone”, “you couldve turned your light to flashing” WHICH I DID and sshee jjst said that i made customers uncomfortable and i cant work like thatt and just stay hhome

ii stayed home sunday because i was having a mjor mental emergencyy.

i came in today because i was feeling better and i took it eaasy and ended up doing a wonderful job and mad eso many people smilea nd fixed so many problems that wouldve otherwise upset a lot of folks and i met my regulars and made old folks smile andd i prevented a lot of theft that no one else wouldve caughtt and i jjstt broke down after 9 hours and not getting a last break and all the chaos of register (WHICH BY THE WAY THEY KNOW I DONT LIKE REGISTER!!! I THRIVE ON SLE FCHECOUT!!! THATS MY JOB TITLE!! THATS WHAT I DO!!!! THEY KNOW THISS!!!!) and HER AVOIDING GIVING ME MY FUCKING BREAK and NOT RESPECTING MY FFUCKING METNAL DISABILITIES LJNASDKAJHDBASJSDNAJSNDKANSD

I JJST DONT KNOW WHAT TO DOO

i really want to die and i really want to never go back but i really loved my job i loved helpting people ii jjst hate her so muchhh and i feel GENUINE DREAD/SEVERE ANXIETY jjst SEEING her nnow

she doesnt CARE about anyone but herself shes a horrible peson i cant tell the store manager though cause she wont care either and manager Y has more clout than me so shell just twist my words and make me out as the bad guy as hte “CRAZY ONE” who cries and gets stressed (FOR COMPLETELY VALID REASONS AFTER BEING PUSHED OVER THE EDGE) even tthough i work SO FFRIKCING HARD and do SUCH A GOOD JOB and asdjanjsdhajshdas

i d ont know what to doo

i cant work another job because no where else pays as much or will let me do self checkout only, because being a cashier stresses me so muchh

ii...really wanntted to grow stuff and make preserves and sell bee products and work with folks raising heritage sheep and make more fiber art andd open a little stall at a local market and sell all that,, and offer more online and do customs andd stuff

i know i could mkae money that wa ybut i ccantt start it so sudenly and im too Broken to do it seriouslyy and i dont even want to HAVE to quit because of ONE PERSON But shes done this so many times now and this is the nfinfal streaww

i jjst dont know what to doo...

i cantt stop cryingg

i cant even enjoy christmas nnow. wanted to see my stepdad and give him his presernt and maybe be ok.

last christmas we had to move because our house was condemned after a fire. now im going to have to lose my job because of a horrible manager who doenst respect my metnal health or anything about me reallyy. and unfortunately im such a failure that i cant. do anything else and if i lose this job ill lse my animla sand i wotnt be able to do anyhtingg andd im jjust fucking trash

goddammit i dont know what to do. i really dont. hhahaaa. i just really want to end it. ive come so far and none of it fucking matters because of thiss fucking horrible manager.

[itsalreadybroken]

Through Expectations Chapter 3.

Ben Hardy x Reader

Synopsis: You're the daughter of the famous Roger Taylor, okay that seemed alright the thing is, you're more of a geek than a rockstar's daughter. He's blonde, blue eyes and you're brunette, brown eyes. Your brother on the other hand was the younger version of your dad, certainly he preffered to play the guitar, but that only seemed to make him even more popular. But things change the day you get to meet the cast of your dad's movie, and a certain blonde guy makes you change your point of view.

Chapter 2: http://itsalreadybroken.tumblr.com/post/183270695519

A/N: Sorry for some grammar mistake that might exist (if seen please inform me so I can change it) I'm portuguese, and trying to write something that all of you can read and hopefully enjoy!

Words: 3256

The next week was pretty much the same, but you were different, you were acting different. At lest, that was what your brother thought.

“Why aren't you studying something?” Jamie's voice came from your bedroom door while you were checking your phone for you don't know how many times.

“Hum?” you stop looking at your phone and looke at your brother.

“Hello, it's 3pm and you aren't studying or making some assignment due to next moth!” he mocked you and threw you a pillow “Maybe that Dean guy isn't so bad after all. Nice choice of a guy Rogerina” you ignored him and he simply left to his bedroom and after a few minutes he left your house. Maybe to attend some practice, drumming time, parties, who knew it was Jamie's full agenda life.

That wasn't the reason. The reason you spent the last week so into your phone and so eagerly to answer all of your texts so fast was because some guy had followed you back. Texted you and you couldn't help but smile at some idiots things that have been typed.

Ben followed you, Ben texted you. Was it normal? Of course it was you reminded. He made small talk and after that he surely made time to ask you little Roger details. So it was all stritcly professional you asked him and he assured you. All you could think about was, if that was merely professional how could you not stop checking your phone? Waiting for him to answer, tried to type something he always needed to answer back. He did, he never ever left you on mute.

~~~

Ben: So, what are you doing?

Me: Ben it's 3am, what do you think I'm doing?

Ben: So... Wanna grab some food?

Me: It's 3 am ahahaha

Ben: Yes or No?

Was this a way of invinting you out? Was this a date? It couldn't be a date, it was 3am. Probably his idea of a date at 3am would be something completely different. Some text poped-up on you phone and you grabbed it.

Ben: …

Ben: You did not fell asleep, answer me!

Ben: …. Y/N ….!!

Me: Okay, let's go.

Ben: Nice, I'll pick you up in 10.

After choosing some comfy and nice pants, you put on a warm black jacket. So, you only had a problem. You had to leave your house without waking up your dad or Jamie. Luckily father was always a hard sleeper, but your brother, like the brat he was, was not. Any small sound and he woke up.

After closing the door from the outside you sighed with relieve. A car was already waiting for you and you could see Ben smiling when he opened the car window.

“So, where are we exactly going?” you giggled after entering the car and he started driving.

“Well, we have those supermarkets that never close you knnow?” he mocked your question and you looked at him.

“Huuum, yeah I might have heard about it. You do realise it's fucking late and people might see you?” you pressed your lips together smiling.

“Yes I do. People will see me hanging with Y/N Taylor and thinking how the fuck did I got Roger Taylor's part” he laughed never taking his eyes from the road. The music in his car was not that loud and you looke through the window, not saying a word.

Was different talking on the internet and in person. You were nervous, but why?

“So, will you be on set tomorrow?” he asked you turning left and you could see the store he was talking about.

“You do know I go at university right? So I cannot always looking at your blond hair”

“Do you like my hair?” you remained quiet for a while.

“I did not say that!!!” you blushed and covered your cheeks with your hands while he parked the car laughing.

“Still made you think about it, so it's not that bad”.

You both entered the store, it was empty, but you did not got surprised, it was really late, you didn't know what you wanted to eat and Ben was simply grabbing chips and looking for something to go with it.

“Y/N, what do you want?” some blue eyes checked you out while you chose an ice cream. A large ice cream as in matter of fact.

“Just this” you smiled and he nodded. You went to the cashier you couldn't stop staring at him.

“I'll pay” you put yourself in front of him, not allowing him to pay and heard him complain.

“Yes yes, I'm with Y/N Taylor, don't mind trying to guess who I am” he laughed and you glred at him. “Ben!!”

The girl excused herself and after you payed you rolled your eyes containing a smile “What the hell did you just do?”

“Well, she was looking at me and not at you, so I had to make her!” he replied excusing himself. “You're nice to look at!”

“But you...!” the grip you felt to scold him soon lef after his word and you just got yourself in the car as he seem worried.

“Are you mad?” you heard him say while starting the car.

“No I'm not mad. You know, I don't like people to know who I am and even if I did, they never do know. I don't look like him. You look more like him that I do.”

“That's because I have a penis?” he asked making you laugh and taking some weight off of your shoulders.

“It's NOT because of your penis” you grabbed one of his chips.

“My penis felt betrayed right now... Hey that was mine!” he was looking at you opening your ice cream jar “If you wanted more, you should have buyed them”.

“I wanted one, since I bought them, they're yours, but mine!” you teased and tasted your ice cream.

“God this is so good!” you put a bit on the spoon and made him try it “isn't it?”

“It's alright” he srughed.

“Do you like to piss me off Hardy?” his eyes were teasing you, a lot.

“What do you think Taylor?”

~~~

You woke up to the sound of your dad calling you. You wish you didn't, the bed was so comfy and you were so sleepy. You came home at 5am and you belly hurt for the amout of laughing you two made.

“Y/N, come on moonpie, what's with you today? Are you sick?!” Roger knocked the door and then opened it to check in on you.

“I'm fine daddy, just insomnia last night, don't worry” he smiled and kissed your forehead.

Running down the stairs knowing you were more than fashionable late to your classes, made yoou even more stressed, only grabbed your car keys and waved a quick goodbye.

“Where the hell have you been?” Stevie grabbed you by one arm and dragged you to the nearest coffee shop.

“Aren't we supposed to attend class?” you raised one eyebrow looking at her face.

“We were if you were not super late and your bestie decided to wait for you” you both sit on a booth and ordered something. “What have you been up to?” she asked you once again.

“Me? What? How the hell am I up to something?” oh but you knew... You knew she knew you were hiding something. She grabbed her phone and gave it to you. “What's this?”

“Oh no” you murmured. Looking at it, there were pictures of you and Ben at the store Ben hardy and mistery gal was the title and you pressed your lips together. There was even one when you were paying and he was so close to you. His chest seeme to touch your back and you knew sooner or later people would find out who you were and even worse, dad would find out.

Thinking about it, Ben didn't text you this orning either.

And now a big smile came to Stevie's face “SOOOOOO what's his lips like?”

“I dont' know! And I don't want to know. Christ! We just went to get some food!”  you spoke a bit angrily.

“At 3am?!”

“What difference does ir make?!” but you knew the difference, you were just trying to convince yourself this wasn't a big deal. “No one knows who I am” you tried to sound neutral but knowing this could change the life you were used to. Papparazzi would approach you and ask you stuff, girls would be mean on social media. People would want to hang out with you so they could hang out with Ben.

Your phone started ringing, you declined the call so the person on the other line call you back again, and again and again... By the time Stevie went outside to smoke you answered it.

“Y/N I've just checked my phone, I'm so sorry!! I didn't know...!”

“No... No you didn't” you said grabbing one more bite of your croassaint. “Ben... I did not thought it through. I'm used to act and not having much prepercussions after it. No one knows who I am so I guess it's okay. No one recognized me yet”

“Yes but still... I don't know if Roger's going to be there on set today...” he was a bit nervous because your dad had told him you hated all of that attention, you liked being normal. Just hated when people did not believe you were Roger's daughter and needed confirmation.

“If my dad asks you, tell him, I'll explain. I really need to go now, bye” you hang up as soon as Stevie entered.

What if your dad had known the moment he woke you up? He had not said anything. But he never pressured you into talking, he had always given you time to explain yourself and to talk things through. Even if he did, you wouldn't know.

Unless... Unless you went to the studio and spent some time there. It wouldn't be that awkward, would it?

“Earth to Y/N! Are you still thinking about Ben? And Dean?”

You look right up to her “There's nothing going on with me and Ben!”

“But you wish there was” she used a fiercly expression and you pressed your lips together.

“Huum, I don't think so. Plus, I have been seeing Dean you know?!”

“So why don't you introduce him to your father?” she got a point, for the first fucking time, she did it. She got it.

“We haven't been together that long. Besides, it's not official and you know it.”

“Ok, you got me there. But it's official enough so you can take him to the movie studios isn't it?”

Your face lit up a big smile “Of course yes, and that's what I'm going to do today. Just to prove you are wrong”

“I might not be that wrong if you are always trying to prove me that!” Stevie said while you called Dean inviting him to got with you which he accpeted and you squint your eyes at her smiling right after ending your call.

“By the way, isn't your dad's dinner tomorrow night?”

“Yes, you can come to my place to choose what to wear” you both laughed finishg both of your meals.

~~~

You grabbed your wheel a little harder than you should, seeing your knuckles going a bit to white as Dean was changing the station on your car.

“So, this is a nice baby you got here” he spoke breaking the silence between the two of you and you felt your shoulders light up a bit.

“Yes, it was my birthday gift when I turned 18” you quickly took a look at his face. “I wanted an old car but my dad got me this one. Is not the one I really liked but it comes in handy sometimes” you giggled and he put his hand on your thigh.

“Taylor, are you okay?” The concern on his voice made you feel a bit warm, getting the grip that you might be overreacting “Is your dad killing me or something like that? Or is this because of the pictures that came out today?”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded.

“Taylor, I get you're not regular like me. I get a bunch of eyes are upon you and all the things you say and do need to have a filter, even though you don't have it. And most of it, we have only hanging out a couple of times. I'm not gonna get crazy jealous just because a guy want to go out with you” he winked at you “I mean, only blind guys wouldn't want it and that's for sure they never had been talking with you”.

A big exhale came out from your lips “I was just worried you might be thinking I'm some kind of skank or whatsoever” your voice was so low you hadn't been sure he'd heard you.

“I know you, I know you'r bounded to a lot od things that don't concern you and which you cannot alter. Dating or not, you'r allowed to go out with anyone you'd like. What two people need to have between them is respect. And at last but not least, you need to understand who you like”

“I...”

“I'm not saying you don't like me” you cut you rapidly off “i know I'm your crush, I saw you blush a lot of times just for passing by” he laughed “But when you like someone, like really like, you grab it”

Was a guy really saying this? Why was he being so thoughtful to all of this? “My girlfriend left me, and for the first year I was in deep shit. I didn't care about anything, or anyone as a matter of fact”.

You just drove, in silence, listening to him “I saw the way he looked at you the time you kissed his cheek at the party, he fancies you”.

“So do you” you immediately reply.

“I do” he laughs “Did I ever told you that?”

You laughed and shook your head “You don't call the other girls by their last name, so I just assumed” a giggle came form you and the air was just so much lighter.

Arriving at the studio, you grabbed Dean by his arm and you both went in, girls working there stopped to look at him. He was a hunk, tall, good looking, the one you want to sweep you off of your feet. He had it all.

“Y/N!” you heard a voice calling you and you turned your head to see who it was.

“Joe, hi!” you smiled and greeted him with a hug. This Joe was dressed like a young John Deacon . “How are you? This is Dean. He was at the party too” they handshaked and you could see he was reluctant on talking “So... I've seen some pictures...”

“We just went for some food, nothing much...” you excused yourself and tried looking everywhere except his face “So, which part are you recording now?”

“The part where we try to Bohemian Rhapsody as our single”

When you three arrived the set, all faces turned around to see you.

“Moonpie!” Roger approached you and you introduced him to your Dean “Y/N has never ever introduced me to any guy”

“I'm not any guy” he laughed and you looked searching for blue eyes that didn't yet meet yours.

Ben wanted to talk to you, but at the same time, he didn't because he was looking at Roger and Dean and they both were laughing and talking about something that made you do an annoyed look followed by the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

The time your eyes met, you waved and taking the opportunity, you approached him.

“Hey, how are you?” both of you know how both of you were, but nevertheless you were trying to keep it hidden even though all of the people there had seen your pictures at the store.

“I'm fine, see you brought a friend” he added, souding neutral, non jealousy type.

“It's Dean from the party... No big deal” you added.

“I don't remember him” he lied and you both knew that.

“It's fine, we're friends and he is a fan of Queen” you sat next to him and all you could sense was the bitterness in him

“Aren't we all?”

“Well... Yes. He knows about the store and he told me to go after you if you'd care to know. Plus, that outfit looks really good on you” these were your last words and when he tried to chase after you to get acquiantance of what you just said the director entered the room telling the boys it was time to shoot the scenes, so you just left him there and went on backstage to see the scene beeing shot.

You and Dean stood there for a while but the guys where just not gettng focused on the scene so they are always remaking it.

You said goodbye to your dad and Brian who was across the studio and took Dean home.

The next night would be great, or not.

Ben was getting attached to you and he had seen you leave with Dean at the party, was hard for him to believe there was nothing going on.

~~~

The house was perfectly fine, dinner had been cooked according to some of your dad's favourite and it looked like a fancy dinner between friends. You wish it wouldn't be, because it should be more casual. But that's the thing with Roger Taylor you had to do casual and fancy all in one.

You had a little black dress, lots of bracelets, one necklace and flat shoes.

“I still can't figure out what to wear!” Stevie had already been trying more than a dozen dresses and she was so fashion concerned about the others. So you grabbed one of the pile and showed it to her.

“I think this was your best, and to impress Jamie... Nothing better” you made a devilish smile.

The guys had just arrived and so you excused yourself and left Stevie alone.

You went down the stairs and caught Ben alone at the hall.

“Ben!” his eyes laid upon you more than you expected. Good.

“Y/N, how are you?” he was acting casual like nothing had happened. Well... Nothing did happen but you wanted it. Oh god how you wanted it!

“So glad you're here” you were a little uncertain but you hugged him anyway “Listen, about the pictures...”

“I said I'm sorry” he spoke in a bit harsh voice “If I had known I'd never tell you anything, I know how much you hate attentions drawn to you. And all I do is catch other's attention”

“Hey... I did not say that! I said I didn't care, because for the first time I didn't care if anyone saw me, knew me or photographed me. I had such a nice time with you” you crossed your arms knowing you were getting sadder just by the thought of not being around that ray of sunshine. Not being able to speak, you turned yourself to the living room to greet the other guys, leaving him alone in the hall.

NOTE: So, what did you think about this chapter? What do you think it’s going to happen next?  i’m trying to write a bit everyday, and always thinking in ways to feel inspired and nice and fine ideas for the plot.

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[niel-trbl]

Love Drop

Nurse!Kang Kino AU

Note: it’s been way too long and got inspired by my visits to the hospital, bumping into cute nurses while trying to concentrate on what i needa know for someone’s medication. anw hope you enjoy reading this one! drop me some feedback or requests right here!

kino’s known as the dancing fairy around the department

always dancing at the wards or the play room with the kids

well loved by the patients, the parents of the patients and also the nurses

he’s such a happy virus!!! he spreads so much happiness and joy to everyone

actual epitome of the sun

kids always get excited when kino’s making his rounds to check on them and they love sticking stickers on his uniform!! he lets them do it even tho it sometimes sticks his pockets together

kino being his soft self can’t bear to throw the stickers out so he got a sticker album specifically for them - he treasures them with all of his heart!!

with that said, he keeps every single card and drawing he receives from them too

coz the kids love him alot, they like to give him multiples of their drawings and whatnot which is now overflowing on his desk

he does have a box to keep all of them but even that is filled to the brim

kino is super passionate about the kids’ well-being

he gets heartbroken whenever the kids get a little cough or fever so he will do everything in his will to nurse them back to health

you had recently transferred from another hospital, working under the same department

since you moved to a new area, you decided to make a transfer

sure you missed your old place, the department and the kids, but you felt the need for something new after the many things that happened

so you took a bold chance and requested for the transfer

it was your first day at the hospital and one of the older nurses was giving you a tour of the ward you were assigned to

just as she was telling you good old stories, you felt a gush of wind rushed past you and noticed that someone was running across the ward

“ah that must be nurse kino! he’s always running around, taking care of the kids. he’s a really sweet boy. i think you both will get along well,”

after the tour, it was time for you to head to the play room to prepare for the storytime session so that you could get familiar with the kids and vice versa

you stepped into the playroom and saw the same nurse that was running around earlier then recalled that it was nurse kino

“hi! you must be nurse kino,” you called out

when he turned around, you cant help but just gaze at him

wow he’s cute,,,,,,,,

“hi! you must be the new nurse, cant wait to work with you,” you quickly snapped out of it and shook his hand then started preparing with him

you were glad that both of you were on the same page on alot of things

like for storytime, you asked him if he dressed up as the characters to tell the story

“i would love to!! but the department said it would be too much”

“OMG my old department said the same thing too!”

slowly both of you bond over your love for the kids and whatnot

the kids started enjoying having you around too!!

maybe even switched their favourite nurse from nurse kino to you

“wow i cant believe the kids gave you more stickers than for me. stop stealing my kids!!”

“they’re my kids too!!”

if you’re wondering, yes your playful banters usually revolve around them

because of this and also how both of you always paired up together to do rounds and storytime, the kids called you their parents

not just them, even the nurses, especially the older ones, feel the same way

they’re always cooing about how cute y’all are and that you should get together

but you’re like no no no we are just nurse partners!!!

though deep down you wish there was a possibility of him liking you but so many people left him with secret love notes and confessions

whats even more sad is that he dont realise that theyre confessions, he just thought they were very friendly letters

so this made you drop your feelings for him - what if he thought you were being very friendly as well?

but you were grateful to at least be a great working friend of his

speaking of which,,,,,,,

one day kino came running to you with the widest smile of his girl you almost went jello and said that the department decided to set aside some funds for the storytime session since the kids loved it so much - that means you guys get to make costumes!!!

both of you were so happy that you were hugging and jumping around the ward

your kids who happened to be in the area were confused but happy to see their nurse parents being all happy so they jumped along

that day after your shift ended, you and kino just sprinted out of the hospital and straight to the costume store to find nice outfits for the storytime session

you had such a fun time outside of work that you even forgot that you were shopping for work

both of you were at the stationery shop, paying for the crowns and other material that you selected

“wow are you guys celebrating your kid’s birthday? they’re sure lucky to have you as their parents!” the cashier’s remark made the both of you blush

you awkwardly laughed and fanned yourself coz it suddenly gOT ALL HOT

after that encounter, both of you headed to your apartment to start working on everything to bring them to the hospital the next day

so you ordered takeout, listened to music and talked as you worked on the costumes and props

as you worked, you thought you saw kino stealing glances of you but you weren’t sure if your eyes were just playing tricks with you

in fact, kino really did steal glances of you!!

in the beginning he wasnt sure of what he was feeling

he was like why is my heart’s beating too fast?? am i sick??

he slowly realised that he only felt that way around you and thats when he came into terms with his feelings for you

he had always wanted to tell you how he felt but the timing was always not right

despite that he’s not going to give up until he tells you how he feels

so now that you’re done working on the costumes and props, you decided to work on coming up with the script by going through the storybooks you always read to the kids

both of you sat close with your shoulders occassionally brushing against one another, slowly reading the storybook and brainstorming the scenes together

kino loved this sight of you - your hair strands falling to your face and your brows furrowed as you concentrate

even this way, he feels like he is on cloud nine looking at you

“oh,,, there’s a, erm kiss scene,” you got all nervous and clammy hands

“how should we do this?”

“oh i have an idea,” kino turned to you and slowly brought his hand to graze your cheek

in that moment, he leaned in and placed his lips on yours, you slowly moved your lips in-sync with his

but you quickly snapped back to reality, remembering that he’s only suggesting how to work the scene

“im in love with you,” he rest his head on yours

“erm, you got the line wrong,” you pointed out, pulling away from him

“nope, pretty sure its right coz im confessing to you,” he held onto your cheeks

wow kang kino,,,,,, you are smooth

“well then, my reply to that would be, im in love with you too,” you pecked his lips again

but you’re smoother

[starry-kfics]

roses [p.jw]

word count: 6,552 

warnings: language, i dont know how guns work, gangs and mafia mention, alcohol mention, smoking mention, death

author: krys

extra info: spy au request ;)

“You know who to call"

♡

The buzz of the doorbell welcomed the latest customer and pulled you out of an oncoming drowsy haze. Putting on a sweet, customer service smile, you took a deep inhale through the nose to bring feeling back to your senses. You immediately recognized the patron, and with a glance to the wall clock on your left, you confirmed the shopper's identity.

'Coming to the store by schedule.' You noted, sniffing a bit as you casually watched your usual customer, Mrs. Lee, go straight to the refrigerators to grab a pack of beer. You took another glance to the clock. 'She came in at 3:30 today, so she's going to be a bit more talkative than usual.'

You pretended to busy yourself before the middle-aged woman strolled up to the cashier. Throwing another grin, you scanned her case of beer and the green lighter she also placed onto the counter.

"Everything worked alright for you Mrs. Lee?" You carefully asked the woman as she pulled out her wallet. You cringed internally when the disgusting, crusty leopard print design came into your view. As much as you cared about your few regular customers, you despised the ugly hand wallet Mrs. Lee kept with her. It seemed to never match with what she was wearing, and it tended to cause her vicinity to smell like smoke. The only good thing about it is that the wallet looked so revolting and noticeable, no pickpocketer dared to steal the cash-filled coin purse.

"Yes, thank you for asking, darling." Mrs. Lee replied as she searched for the right credit card, her deep voice very familiar to your ears. "I would also like a pack of the Rosettes, please." Expecting her request, you speedily brought out her usual pack of cigarettes, and added up her total.

"Today seems a bit chilly, isn't it?" Mrs. Lee brought up surprisingly. She never started conversations- you usually did due to an unspoken sign of submissiveness. Mrs. Lee's character was somewhat of a matriarch, if not then a position higher than that.

Professionally going with the flow, you politely chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"Every time someone opens the door I can feel an even colder draft come in. I hope that those working outside don't get sick." You said as you took Mrs. Lee's card and swiped it, returning it  when the payment was made.

"... You are so kind, (Name)-ssi. I wish more people could be like you." Mrs. Lee inclined in a stern tone as she put her wallet away in her large, fur coat.  You had no words to respond with, only opting to smile embarrassedly as she took her plastic bag. You knew that Mrs. Lee didn't like her beer to be handed back to her.

Mrs. Lee made direct eye contact with you, and for some reason you felt like cowering away in fear. "I almost feel jealous when you mention the door opening often. Promise me that I am your favorite customer, (Name)?" You nodded earnestly to the woman, and she let her lips curl into an innocent, yet unsettling smile.

Waving off the regular customer, you once again leaned against the counter. You took pride in having regulars at your little convenience store. You owned the place, and even held residency on the second floor. You think the only reason why you got it is because the space was located on the border of the bustling city and the crime-filled slums, in which teemed with felons and gangs. Also, because one of the windows was busted, but you managed to fix that up your own!

Another buzz from the doorbell initiated the appearance of another customer. You don't think you had ever seen him before, since you were sure that you would remember someone who was that good-looking walking into your store. He wore a baggy, green bomber jacket, and a white t-shirt tucked inside black skinny jeans. His light brown hair was long enough to slick back to show his forehead, and you noticed that he wore an earpiece.

You shuffled a tad closer to the cashier. You had your fair share of misfits to enter your store, since it was the closest shop near the slums that wasn't owned by a gang. Earpieces meant business. Especially when they are owned by sharp-looking, handsome individuals. Sharp-looking, handsome individuals with business always spelled out trouble.

The patron took his time walking through the few ailes, and if you ceased all movement for a few heartbeats then you could faintly tell that he was communicating to someone on the earpiece. His voice was ever so quiet, as if he has done this many times.

He strolled to your counter, him scratching his face as he subtly observed the rest of the store- including you. You rung up his ice cream and bottle of persimmon juice. What gang could he possibly be from?

"I would also like to purchase these cigarettes." His strong voice made the butterflies in your chest lift your focus up. You looked at the picture taped on the counter he was pointing to, and you sharply exhaled through your nose in amusement. He chose the Rosettes. No one ever bought them due to them being too pricey for a low-quality smoke. You only kept them in stock because Mrs. Lee asked you.

"You don't look like the type to smoke," you remarked as you added the cost. The man's eyes were trained onto his wallet. It was of a dark brown color, and the material seemed to be new leather.

'A wallet like that is the kind that pickpocketers aim to steal... Unless... He has confidence in himself that they wouldn't get away from him...'

The customer looked up and softly smiled. "A lot of people don't look what they seem." You let a charming grin make way onto your lips, and you take his cash, pressing a few buttons on the cashier.

You took a few seconds before you responded. "Well, maybe we're looking at them the wrong way to come to that conclusion. Here's your change.” You made eye contact with the customer and smiled. “Have a nice day!" You hastily handed the bag to the customer.

He lifted an eyebrow. "That was quick. What's the hurry?" You slightly tilted your head to the side, your eyes lighting up.

"Your pal on the other end of your call sounds like he's getting impatient. I can hear him yelling your ear off from the other side of the counter." The noise emitting from the earpiece ceased once you said that, and you let out a breathy chuckle.

"Tell them that I said hi, and that they should shop here as well.” You sniffed and glanced to the clock on your side.

“Be careful walking out; I have a gang that likes to come in about five minutes. You don't want to meet them." The customer stared at you for a few more moments before breezing out the store. You let out the breath that you were unconsciously holding.

Myungjun annoyingly clapped his hands when Jinwoo opened the car door. He plopped into the driver's seat and glared at his partner.

"Shut it, or else you're not getting your juice." Myungjun opted to obnoxiously smile as he took the plastic bag from Jinwoo, placing the cigarettes in a ziplock bag.

“‘Rosettes.’ Hopefully we can track down the blackmailer after testing these with the buds we found in Mr. Choi’s office.” Myungjun uttered. Jinwoo nodded as Myungjun carefully stowed the bag away in the glove compartment before taking the rest of the contents out.

“This is the only local store that sells the brand, so if they do match up, then our blackmailer has visited the store before.”

‘Or works there.’

"You two had an interesting exchange there," Myungjun quipped up before taking a sip of juice. Jinwoo's eyes burned holes towards the entrance of the convenience store as he snacked on his ice cream.

"Next time, don't flood the comms with your incessant 'shot-calling.' I don't need to know every single movement update your software gives you on my surroundings." Myungjun scoffed and caressed the closed laptop resting on his legs to his chest.

"Be glad that you have someone here watching your back. My advanced software allows you to know where the trouble is coming so you don't have to be apart of it. That's the job, after all." Myungjun pouted, careful to place the bottle of juice away from his high-class equipment. Jinwoo internally rolled his eyes and pulled the car away from its hidden, secluded parked space.

"We're coming back here next week. Same day, same time. I think we found ourselves a good hook of information." Jinwoo reported, his eyes trained on the road. Myungjun hummed in agreement. "Yessir."

This schedule goes on for nearly a month. You picked up on the routine quickly. First, Mrs. Lee comes in and purchases her usual pack of beer, any other necessity, and Rosettes. Then, the sharp-looking, handsome individual comes in about two to ten minutes after, usually buying a snack, permission juice, and Rosettes as well. This pattern was terribly confusing to you, because you could not figure out why it commenced in the first place. Ever since it has been recurring, Mrs. Lee has been nicer and nicer to you, and the mysterious man has been starting more casual conversations with you. You weren’t complaining, however, because that meant more business and more time to stare at your sharp-looking and handsome regular when he knows you’re looking but acts like he doesn’t know.

Mr. Sharp-Looking-And-Handsome was currently patting himself down, looking for his wallet in his jacket of multiple pockets. There was a group of students and a few stray thugs roaming around in the store.

This was the fourth time that he had visited your store that week. You sighed and handed the plastic bag to the man. He never gave you a credit card whenever he purchased, so you could never pick up his name. That only made you more suspicious of him, and yet you didn't mind his company one bit. You two always made delightful conversation when you could, and your mysterious customer was really good at making you talk.

"Here, just take your items. I can hear your friend again on the earpiece. The volume isn't even that high." You informed with an amused smile. Your customer shook his head, rejecting the offer.

"I can't take it for free, I know I have my wallet somewhere in here-" You cut him off, waving your hand as you leaned over the counter so the man would be forced to take his bag.

"You're a regular here and my regulars have perks. If it really pains you, then you can come back tomorrow and pay me back." The customer paused for a moment, before shooting you with a grateful smile as he took the bag from your hands.

"Ever since I started shopping here, you really like to point out my earpiece." The customer reported as he took the bag. You smiled as you restocked the cigarettes under the counter.

"I have good hearing because I need to listen for mischievous activities in my shop. I do have a camera, but lately it has been malfunctioning so I have to stick with my senses." You saw the customer nod in response in the corner of your eye as you continued to organize the little boxes. His companion on the ongoing call was silent once more.

"I guess I have a knack for spying on others. I was thinking to get the camera system uninstalled to save some money and electricity, but I need it in here by law." You stood back up to place an empty box off to the side. "I guess it's for safety precautions as well. If something big happens in here then the government has footage to put on the news or something."

"So you're not scared of all of the criminals who come into your store?" The customer asked almost suddenly. You shrugged and leaned against the counter, resting your chin on your hand.

"I'm used to them by now. I don't ask questions and I seldom give information when they ask, so I consider my shop to normally be a neutral zone," you replied, examining the customer. "Also, what name do you go by, since I have known you for nearly a month and yet I don't know many details about you."

"Well, what details do you know about me?" Asked Mr. I'm-Avoiding-Questions-And-Sharp-Looking-And-Handsome, a calming smile pairing with his question. You pressed your lips together before continuing.

"Well, I can tell that you are a trained talker since you just avoided a personal question about yourself in a very smooth manner. You wear an earpiece, which is highly suspicious around these parts, and you always buy Rosettes when you come in. Patterns are always noticeable." You unfolded your arms and used them to hold yourself over the counter, getting right into the personal space of the man across from you. "But..." You said in a quiet tone, your voice cracking from the lack of effort to make noise. Your head was so close to your regular's collarbone, you could've placed a kiss on his chin if you looked up.

The man was frozen, watching you with curious eyes as you leaned back into a comfortable position. "You don't smell like a smoker and I highly doubt your Earpiece Friend is one too." You shifted your weight onto one leg. "You aren't who you seem to be, aren't you?"

Before Jinwoo could respond, his breath got caught in his throat when his Earpiece Friend suddenly screeched into his eardrums.

"WAIT THERE'S ANOTHER GANG COMING IN AND BY THE INSIGNIA ON THEIR BACKS I DON'T THINK THIS IS GOOD JINWOO JINWOO JINWOO JINWOO YOU HAVE TO LEAVE-"

The buzz of the doorbell welcomed the latest customers and pulled you out of your serious moment with your regular. Your breath hitched in your throat when you recognized the infamous callsign on the matching jackets.

"HEY! Look-y what we got here. It's a group of rats." Called out a harsh voice from the new group. The stray thugs who were in your shop formed into a defensive blob against the new group.

Just when innocents were present in your store, a gang fight just has to break out.

“This isn’t going to end well,” you mumbled darkly to your regular, your body ready to jump to action at any given moment. Your regular stayed quiet, observant of the escalating situation.

“Do you really want to start something right now? Are you that pugnacious to pick a fight in here, or are you so inexperienced and hungry for a fight that you don’t mind being plummeted by us?” The leader of the thugs jeered in a descending tone, her eyes seeming to burn the jackets and their owners with a menacing glare. The students who were also in the shop fearfully darted behind a rack of cans, and you could hear their frightened whimpers from the other side of the store.

The situation took off when the leader of the matching jackets pulled out a gun, causing the thugs to quickly reveal their firearms as well. There was a short window of heartbeats when all was still. You managed to get around to the other side of the counter as the two gang leaders had their stare down, but before you could intervene, your mysterious regular was quicker to react.

“I don’t think you guys would want to start a fight right now,” your regular began as he took one nonchalant step forward. The leaders of both groups shot their heads towards him, watching his every move.

“Those cameras in the corners can pick every single identification detail on all of us here, so I suggest that we put our guns down and take this outside.” Your regular’s tone was emotionless and stern, which you were surprised that he was capable of being such a frightening man. All the reason that the two leaders of the group glared at each other as they slowly lowered their weapons, causing the others to follow.

“H-hey!”

Your sudden exclaim caused one of the more jittery gang members in a jacket to flash up his gun in response to the sound. Jinwoo glanced in your direction to notice that one of the thugs has taken the opportunity to get to the unsupervised cashier, in which you were attempting to defend with a counter in your way.

With lightning speed, Jinwoo had short-distance sprinted towards the gunman, grabbed his armed wrist tightly, and twisted the gun out of the gunman’s grasp with another hand. Without looking back, Jinwoo aimed the gun out to his side, effectively stopping the burglar-thug in her tracks.

Without wasting any time, you swiped the bag out of the thug’s arms. Jinwoo narrowed his eyes before pulling the trigger, a harmless click being the only result.

Jinwoo tossed the empty gun to the thug, who caught it effectively. He coldly faced the other two groups.

“I think it’s time that you both leave. Now.”

With just that short statement, all of the members of the respective groups filtered out of the store, being careful to not brush the enemy on the shoulder. Jinwoo stood a ways behind the two retreating groups to be sure that no more funny business happened on your property. All of this happened in roughly two minutes.

After the humming of a rugged van and multiple bikes droned out into the distance, he turned back to find you conversing with the shaken up students. His chest flipped ever so slightly when he noticed their bright auras were now long gone, you trying to offer them free bags of chips to bring their liveliness back.

“I can escort you guys back to your school if you are scared to walk around outside,” your regular brought up as he walked up behind you. The students all nodded their heads earnestly, and you shot a warm, thankful smile to your mysterious patron, in which he tried to ignore so the butterflies in his chest don’t break through his professionalism.

“That would be absolutely wonderful if you have the time.” You turned back to the students. “I am so sorry that you guys have to see that. You can pick out more snacks before you go home if you want, but consider this the only time I’m allowing it.” The students each breathed out their thanks to you and your regular as they quickly made their way towards the chip aisle, some holding each other close for emotional support.

“And you-” You started as you turned towards Mr. I-Just-Stopped-A-Shootout-From-Happening-While-Still-Staying-Sharp-Looking-And-Handsome, “I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t here.” You let out a breathy, relieved chuckle. “We would have been goners if you didn’t jump in and negotiate and do whatever that disarming move was. I think I really owe you my life for that one.”

Your regular shot you an eye-smile that warmed your entire heart. “I’m glad that I was able to keep you and the store safe.” He sighed as the two of you migrated back to the counter. He stopped abruptly, which nearly caused you to run into him. Your patron turned around.

“I think that you should really invest in a better camera system- I know a guy who could help you with that. I’m surprised that you don’t have something better than this simple stuff, since you are so close to a mafia-heavy area.” He was currently standing in front of you, eyes slightly widened in concern as they traversed the background of the store before settling on you. “We can’t risk another moment when you or the store can be superseded by bad people. Me not doing anything to help is basically putting you in danger.”

It was as if your customer’s personality had completely changed, comparing his earlier performance to his current actions. You actually found it a bit cute that your regular was fretting over you after this one small event. You dared not to inform him about the multiple times you had to “dismiss” perpetrators of bad behavior from your storefront. This was one of the first times in a long time that someone has actually cared about you and your location genuinely, and it made your heart race with affection on the inside.

“And what about your room on the second floor? When you’re not looking, thugs could sneak up and steal your belongings in a breeze if you don’t have a strong enough security system. We should start on that so that none of your belongings get taken.” Your customer continued to ramble on, his voice in a higher pitch that usual. What caught him off guard was your glazy smile that warmly formed on your face.

“I really do appreciate how you are trying to look after me after this scare,” you started to cut him off for good, “but I believe that I will be able to handle myself. I mean, look how far I have gotten at this point!” You giggled lightly to lessen the tension, which influenced your patron to let a small smile break through as well.

“I am fully capable of fending my store for myself, but if you wish to put a new camera system in here with the intentions of you paying it yourself, then by all means, go ahead. But, for now-” You grabbed the forgotten plastic bag that was by the counter, and handed it to your patron. “I guess that you will have to stay here a lot more to watch out for any bad guys.” With a wink, you went back behind the counter. It was silent for a lengthy amount of heartbeats, until your regular spoke up in a quiet, low voice.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that?” You inquired. The patron cleared his throat and with a fully neutral, but caring expression began again.

“My name is Park Jinwoo, and… I am a spy. I was hired to track down an infamous blackmailer, and I was assigned to be here for a month because my employer thought it was you. But after knowing you for nearly a month, I don’t think that you are as bad as my employer says you are.” There were barely a few seconds until you spoke up.

“You’re a spy?” You seemed to say this more than ask it, which threw Jinwoo off.

“Yes, I am a professional private spy, along with my friend, who is on the other end of the earpiece I constantly use.” You nodded without saying anything else. Jinwoo noticed that Myungjun was quiet on the other side, which was not too abnormal.

“I think after all of this time of coming to your store everyday, you should be aware of this by now. The main reason I am telling you, however, is so that you may be able to help me find the blackmailer. You said yourself that you have good hearing, so you can be our ears while my partner can be our eyes.” He produced a small, plastic, light gray rectangle with a sleek, square button from one of his pockets, and placed it on the counter in front of you.

“You can use this to alert me if anything goes wrong. I am about 73% sure that our target already knows of this compliance, so be sure to press this button if you’re in trouble, alright?” You were still quiet, only allowing nods and wayward eyes to be your forms of responses. Jinwoo smiled. He reached a hand to clasp onto your bicep in an affectionate manner.

“If need any help at all, sense some suspicious activity, or just want a friend to go out and drink coffee with, you know who to call.” And with that, the Sharp-Looking and Handsome Park Jinwoo was out the door with his plastic bag and a trail of students following him.

You picked up the calling device and rolled it around in your hand, your eyes taking in every detail of the remote. You huffed in amusement.

“Haven’t seen one of these in a while.”

It has been about another month now since Jinwoo had revealed himself to you. The only thing that has changed in the routine since then was that Mrs. Lee was coming to your store less frequently. You didn’t mind at all, because this possibly meant a chance to finally drop the nasty Rosette brand, but you also felt like there was a hole in your heart from missing one of your long-term regulars.

Though, you had Jinwoo to fill that hole up. Jinwoo seemed to be more drawn to your store after revealing that he was a spy. He always tried to visit every day of the week now, and would spend time with you in the store until you kick him out for “scaring off customers and being a distraction.”

When Jinwoo got back to his car after completing a small side-mission, he was surprised to find a panicking Myungjun talking feverishly to the console tablet, but was soon filled with dread when he noticed who his partner was talking to.

“Mr. Park, so nice of you to finally join us.” Mr. Choi greeted once the spy entered the driver’s seat. Jinwoo nodded and held his tongue, allowing his current employer to speak.

“I was just telling Mr. Kim here how it has been… let me see- two months since I have paid you for this assignment? And what progress have you made today?” Mr. Choi asked with a forceful, quizzical tone, his hands folded in front of the camera. He was iconically wearing a business suit with an eye patch wrapped around his head, and Jinwoo could tell from his background that he was in an office looking over the inside of a busy factory.

Jinwoo cleared his throat and took a healthy inhale. He wasn’t given enough time to mentally prepare himself to talk to the temperamental Mr. Choi. “Sir, I would like to inform you once more that it is crucial that we are careful when going into the field, since our target is-”

“Our target is a liar, a bitch, and a fucking piece of trash, and I am fully aware of these things because each second I am losing my shares and property one piece at a time. My money is being drained like bathwater, and what do I do everyday? Sit in my little office and call you two shitheads, only to be told that you are pussying out of doing your job.” Jinwoo could tell that Myungjun had fearfully glanced in his direction, but Jinwoo didn’t looked back. Mr. Choi had been exploding more as the days turned into weeks, and Jinwoo was using all of his people skills to keep their employer at bay.

“We are close to being able to approach our target, and I believe that we will soon be able to retrieve your stolen information. It will only take a few more days-” Jinwoo tried to negotiate, but Mr. Choi wasn’t having any of it.

“You have been saying that for the past month, Mr. Park, but I’m afraid that I have waited too long. I’m going to our main point once that damned blackmailer gets there on schedule, and I’m going to take matters in my own hands. Back-up help is welcomed.” Mr. Choi bitterly informed the spy duo.

“W-wait, that’s not smart-” “Mr. Choi, please think of the consequences-!” Both Myungjun and Jinwoo yelled towards the tablet, but their employer ended the call. Myungjun’s eyes were wide, and his mouth was slightly ajar.

“What are we going to do, Jinwoo? The real blackmailer is probably already in transit to the store, and we are on the other side of the district. If the blackmailer and Mr. Choi clash right now…” Jinwoo and Myungjun fearfully made eye contact.

“I gave (Name) my Caller, so once they press that, the emergency boosts will be activated, and I will be able to drive us there in time.” With that statement, Myungjun seemed to jump in his seat immediately.

“You told (Name) our identity?! Jinwoo, when was the last time you went over the definition of a spy?! We can’t have an innocent citizen involved in this mess! You just put them in more danger than they already have been for the past two months!” Jinwoo pressed his lips together tightly, giving a few heartbeats to get the car started and going before responding.

“I trust (Name). They have experience in dealing with conflict.” Jinwoo said, driving as fast as possible without crashing or catching attention of the police. Myungjun quickly and clumsily slipped out his laptop, typing in several streams of input before stopping to carefully observe the store cameras.

“I don’t see anything happening right now. The store is empty, and (Name) is just sitting at the counter… Wait... ” Myungjun trailed off.

“Oh my god...  This is a clip of footage from earlier. It’s just repeating. The blackmailer already knows.” Jinwoo felt his stomach drop, and he gripped the steering wheel to prevent himself doing anything drastic. Just then, the green distress light on the console lit up, and Myungjun was quick to press it.

“(Name) made the call. There is an even amount of chance that either our blackmailer or Mr. Choi are the cause of the distress signal, since Mr. Choi doesn’t know what the blackmailer looks like, so (Name) is in double the danger. Hopefully it’s him, or else the bigger storm has already hit.” Jinwoo announced in a straight tone. His heart and mind was racing laps all over as he thought of all of the possible situations you may be in at that current moment. He didn’t want any blood to be apart of this mission, especially from someone who didn’t deserve to be apart of this in the first place

Jinwoo got to your store in record time, him and Myungjun out of the car in a flash. Jinwoo noticed one car outside the store, which nearly calmed his rushing heart.

The buzz of the doorbell welcomed the latest customers and pulled away Jinwoo’s luck. Mr. Choi was present in the store, his back to the entrance and a gun stretched out in front of him. However, a woman was in the store as well, standing a ways away from Mr. Choi, and her gun firmly placed on the side of your head.

“Jinwoo, so nice of you and Myungjun to join Mr. Choi, sweet (Name), and I. Did you come here to pick up another pack of Rosettes? You have good taste.” Mrs. Lee asked the spy. Jinwoo felt immediate distress from the sight of you. You weren’t struggling in her arms, and the supposed blackmailer didn’t seem to have to keep a death grip around you to stop you from running. The woman either had you completely petrified in her arms, or you were ahead of the game and did not move in fear that she would start using the gun that was to your head.

“Silly me, I haven’t formally introduced myselves to you all. Hello, my name is Lee Boyoung, and I like to hack into people’s private information for fun. I’m sure Mr. Choi here is very familiar with my work.” Boyoung smiled innocently. “I have been visiting sweet (Name)’s store on a schedule for nearly a year now, so I guess you can say we are close.” Boyoung hugged you closer when she said that, you incredibly stiff.

“I am going to need an explanation for all of this, right now.” Jinwoo vocalized in a firm, hostile tone, deathly careful of each action he carried out.

“Of course, I was just about to inform Mr. Choi here about this whole inconvenience. My thanks for getting here now, since reiterating things are not my passion. Those little… What do you call them? Callers? Are quite effective. ” Boyoung said. Mr. Choi still kept his stance, his raised arms not showing any fatigue, but his conscious radiating curiosity.

“Let’s start off with an apology. I’m sorry to lie to you all, but I actually don’t like Rosettes. They were my father’s favorite brand, however, so I have been ceremoniously purchasing them to mix with his ashes- his request, not mine. Well, soon enough, all of the other drug stores in this district have been dropping the Rosette brand, so I had to go out and search for another source. And guess who was the only one close enough to this district who sold Rosettes?” Jinwoo met eyes with you at that very moment. He admired the fact that you were effectively keeping your breathing in calm cadences, but your eyes held all of your true emotions. They held all of the terror and dread that they could hold, and Jinwoo had to hold his breath to stop him from jumping in right then and there to save you.

“I didn’t think much of this dingy place when I stepped in, but once I saw sweet (Name), I knew  that I won the jackpot. I found a small, unnoticeable corner store that sold Rosettes, was visited by many gang-related individuals, and owned by an unbiased ex-spy? It was like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.” Boyoung gave her signature, sickly sweet grin, licking her teeth before going close to your ear and softly purring, “You can explain your story for the rest of them, (Name). I feel I set everything up for you.”

You took a deep breath, as that was the only voluntary move you dared to practice. It was as if you were already prepared for the confession to be gutted out.

“I… I used to do undercover private work around the two districts.” Cue Jinwoo and Myungjun’s eyes widening and their stances slacking ever so slightly. “I decided to stop before the consequences of my job overruled my life. I wanted to start fresh with my real identity, so I came here and made this place my home, with the intentions of never getting involved in anymore messes.” Boyoung chuckled from your tight comment, but didn’t say anything.

Jinwoo stayed quiet and frozen. He didn’t want the words “Why didn’t you tell me?” the first ones he said to you. He didn’t know what to ask at all. He knew that he should have seen the signs from before, since no true civilian would dare to start a business in this area. He might have been able to protect you better.

“I’m sorry that I led your little bloodhounds to this place, Mr. Choi. I should have chosen a far better location.” Boyoung mentioned, her head tilted to the side to feign innocence.

“That means that you purposely led Mr. Choi here so that he would think (Name) was you.” Myungjun said quietly. The pieces were now starting to magnetize together in Jinwoo’s brain.

“And when (Name) proved that they were hard to claim for your own gang, you made Mr. Choi storm down here to take out what you couldn’t take in the first place!” Jinwoo finished off. Boyoung hummed in affirmation.

“See, putting the puzzle pieces wasn’t that hard. You put your money in a good place, Mr. Choi.” Boyoung remarked. That caused whatever switch that turned off the man to start him running again.

“My money? You mean the money that you have stolen and are mining from me right now? I’m here to get my property back and revenge.” Mr. Choi nearly snarled out in a sharp tone, him taking a few steps forward. Boyoung quickly shifted the gun to your back with lightning speed, causing you to tightly press your lips and furrow your eyebrows together as if you were keeping back a whimper. Jinwoo felt like hell watching you fearfully stand between two guns, his mind running through millions of options at once. Boyoung didn’t tie you up, so you would be able to disarm her, if you knew how. If only you knew now.

“Calm down there, Mr. Choi. You don’t want to have this innocent’s blood on your hands, do you?” Boyoung tested.

“No, but I want yours.” With that statement, Boyoung snorted out a chuckle.

“You don’t even care if I do anything to (Name)? How about you, Jinwoo?”

Jinwoo stayed unwavering. “You’ll regret it if you do anything drastic here, Boyoung.”

Mr. Choi glanced towards Jinwoo, his eyes narrowing. “What kind of spy are you that put us in this situation? We’ve had the lying bitch right in front of us and yet this whole time you’ve been flirting with some random person?” His facial expression grew more wild in rage. “How do I not know that you four have been plotting against me this whole time? What if this is all just a set up against me and my personal information?”

“Sir, that’s not what we’re trying to do-” Myungjun tried to start, but he was immediately cut off by Mr. Choi.

“Fuck you! Fuck everyone! Everything that I own has been draining out of me for the past three months, and I want it all to STOP!”

A gunshot rang out. For the next dozen heartbeats, Jinwoo couldn’t tell who made the first shot. All was frozen, until there was a gasp and a fall.

 Epilogue

Jinwoo hated writing reports. He didn’t hate it because it was too meticulous to recall all of the details, but it was because he didn’t want to be reminded of all of the details. The rush of emotions aren’t the same when you keep trying to recollect them.

The swing of the door announced the arrival of a new incomer into Jinwoo’s office, causing him to pause his writing and to close the news report tab on the mysterious death of the jailed blackmailer Lee Boyoung.

“You’re still writing that thing?” Myungjun asked, leaning against the door.

“I keep deleting paragraphs and rewriting them. I feel like I’m not getting all of the right information from the situation.” Jinwoo replied, running a hand through his messy hair before fixing it again. Myungjun let out a passive “aish” before shifting feet.

“Well, the sun is going to go down soon, so we should get going while there is still daylight. I don’t know when the gates clos-”

“The cemetery gates close at 7:30.” Jinwoo answered in a straight tone. Myungjun nodded slowly.

“Do you want to get the same roses?”

“Of course.”

“Alright, I’ll be waiting in the car. Don’t take too long.” With that, Myungjun closed the door.

Jinwoo sighed and leaned back in his computer chair. He rubbed his fatigued eyes and stretched.

‘The report could wait, I’ll just finish it once I get back.’ Jinwoo thought to himself just as he thought to himself before leaving for the cemetary each time for the past three months. He’ll get the report done sooner or later.

[monstrous-beauty]

Monstrous Beauty Text Posts

Jake: What (and i cannot stress this enough) the fuck/ sure. blame the guy who's a huge idiot who causes a lot problems, again/ Me in jail: so are you guys familiar with the cell block tango/ Apparently "the vibes are off" isn't a just excuse to leave work early/ what, from the bottom of my heart, the fuck/ what doesn't kill doesn't kill you/ yesterday at target the cashier said "your receipt is the bag* and I responded with "you too" so I've been dealing with that for the past 18 hours but I'm slowly coming to terms with it which is cool/ *enters my own password* i'm in/ due to personal reasons I will be cheating death/ *gets down on one knee* *gets down on the other* *doesn't get up ever*/ Not to be dramatic but if I don't get my life together I will die/ I have pure intentions, bitch! you can't kill me/ cop: can you describe the guy who stabbed you me: yeah he was not very friendly

Storm: Which is messier my life or my hair/ "I am unknowable" I say as I overshare my biggest childhood trauma's in the first conversation with someone/ I love laying the FUCK down and sleeping/ me: [vibrating slightly because I had too much caffeine] everything in the world is my fault/ my only goal in life is to destroy the space-time continuum/ i am a huge fan of space, both outer and personal/ Yeah sex is great but have you looked at common English words and then followed their systematic time changes back through Old English and Proto-Germanic all to the way to their Proto-Indo-European roots, whispered one of those roots out loud, and been overwhelmed by a sense of Lovecraftian insignificance as it dawns on you that you just reached back across scores of centuries and spoke a word older than civilization itself?/ but i don't have a hyperfixation i'll die

Adrienne: im so tired of this life. i want to be a roomba. i want knives taped to me. i want to be set loose./ are my prophetic visions a joke to you/ There has been a lady inside my head screaming for the past 10 years and u think taking a bath and doing yoga will stop her? U are wrong. She is a very mad lady and she will not be silenced/ Cranky because you haven't had any prophetic dreams to aid you on your quest aren't you/ i wish it was 1600 so i cood spelle words howe everr my harte destyred/ me: *hangs out with little kids and tries to teach them self love and feminist ideas*/ Pros and cons of wearing all black pros: hot as hell cons: hot as hell/ If someone points at your black clothes and asks you who's funeral it is, a look around the room and casual "haven't decided yet" is a good response

Solais: mentally i'm at least 5"11. physically? don't worry about it/ don't call yourself edgy unless you talk to dead people and have daddy issues/ im a simple gal. people raise their voices at me, i cry for an hour/ once i figure out how to hold a conversation it's frienship for you bitches/ me: *is tiny* me: (;'._.');/ no homo bro *thinks about you* thinks about you* *thinks about you* *thinks about you* *thinks about you* *thinks about you* *thinks about you*/ Listen man I'm just trying to wear soft sweaters and read my books and love myself/ i was put on this earth to eat bagels and be gay/ actually Ratatouille is the dish's name, you're thinking of Ratatouille's monster. im what the kids call

attention seeking/ me gay? why yes thank you for noticing/ on all levels except physical, i am a little heart shaped candy that says "i'm all yours!"/ nothing is awkward or cheesy if you don't give a fuck. i'm on this earth to have a good time. not to be cool./ i aspire to be one of those people who is known for always smelling good and treating people kindly/ big heart energy/ me @ you: >> this is my protecting women and girls knife/ doing violence tonight so watch out if you're weak to attacks/ why did my last two braincells have to be a sad one and a stupid one/ goes to the kitchen holds a knife in my hand for a while. puts it back. goes back to my room

Mal: these hands rated e for everyone/ forgive me father for I have sinned in all the coolest and most glamorous ways possible/ "I expected better from you" well that was your fault lmao i got nothing to do with that/ im beautiful im delicious i literally cannot die i want 200 dollars/ friendly reminder that i literally cannot die, and id love to see any of you fuckers try to take me down/ Slutty in theory but not in practice/ I just wannna be vaguely unsettling, not even scary or creepy, I just want people to look at me and feel like there's something A Little Bit Wrong but they don't know what when they tell the story of the slighty cryptid being to their friends later/ Hmmm gay rights but only for me i think? The rest of you are on your own/ i say i'm gay a lot for someone who is technically bisexual/ occupation: the family disappointment/ [steps on my emotions and grinds them under my heel] anyways/ i am evil and not straight/ me: breathes parents: I AM SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR ATTITUDE/ you ever listen to your dad talk and be like "why are you like this?"/ dont you hate when you wake up and you're awake/ oh god...oh fuck...*yearns*/ Due to personal reasons I'll be going feral/ Quitting school to become a plant who wants to join me we can make a forest/ Anyways! *climbs out of the scattered and ruined debris of my feelings*/ so what if i love you. shut up/ i ask myself 48 times a day "am I being dramatic? Is this #toomuch?" the answer is always yes of course/ *lawyer voice* eat a dick, your honor/ I may seem like an asshole but deep down I'm good person and even deeper down I'm a bigger asshole/ in my defense, i was left unattended

[xsunflowerkid]

1-100 - for the unusual game!

1-Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?

♧ spotify!!

2-is your room messy or clean?

◇ messy well if I have to be honest my room is messy and clean at the same time if that makes sense lol.

3-what color are your eyes?

♡ my eyes are light brown and I love them.

4-do you like your name? why?

♤ I hate when people call me by my full name, but I love it cause it means lilac in Bulgarian and I really like lilacs - they smell really good!

5-what is your relationship status?

♡ ??

6-describe your personality in 3 words or less.

◇ a baby, emotional, caring.

7-what color hair do you have?

♧ I'm usually a brunette, but atm my hair color is a mix between dark purple and brown.

8-what kind of car do you drive? color?

♤ I dont drive.

9-where do you shop?

♡ lots of places actually, but I dont really know the names lol

10-how would you describe your style?

◇ I dont even have a style lol, I just love clothes that are comfy.

11-favorite social media account?

♧ tumblr and Instagram.

12-what size bed do you have?

♤ I dont really know the size of it but it fits just 1 person.

13-any siblings?

♡ I have an older sister.

14-if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? Why?

◇ Spain, Russia or UK, just because I love them.

15-favorite snapchat filter?

♧ I dont have one.

16-favorite make up brand(s)?

♤ I dont really wear make up, so I dont have one.

17-how many times a week do you shower?

♤ I shower everyday and wash my hair every 3 to 4 days.

18-favorite tv show?

♤ switched at birth

19-shoe size

♤ in depends on the shoes, but anywhere between 39-41.

20-how tall are you?

♤ 166cm (5'5)

21-sandals or sneakers?

- sneakers all the time!

22-do you go to the gym?

-yeah, sometimes.

23-describe your dream date

-on the beach.

24-how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

-my money are not in my wallet rn, so none haha

25-what color socks are you wearing?

- one white and one black.

26-how many pillows do you sleep with?

- one or two.

27-do you have a job? What do you do?

-im a cashier at a grocery store.

28-how many friends do you have?

-idk I dont count them? Lmao

29-whats the worst thing you've ever done?

-i'll keep this to myself.

30-whats your favorite candle scent?

- I dont have one, they make me feel sick.

31-3 favorite boy names?

- August, Santos, Miguel.

32-3 favorite girl names?

-Mia, Lilian, Cara.

33-favorite actor?

-i dont have one.

34-favorite actress?

-chloe grace moretz

35-who is your celebrity crush?

-chloe grace moretz and Billy eilish.

36-favorite movie?

- lost and delirious.

37- do you read a lot? What's your favorite book?

- yes and the book thief.

38- money or brains?

-brains!! I dont care about the money.

39-do you have a nickname? What is it?

- уиуи(idk how it's spelled in English lol) and Lil.

40-how many times have you been to the hospital?

-lots of times. Let's say it's more than 20 haha

41-top 10 favorite songs?

1. Halsey- nightmare

2. Skillet -hero

3. Skillet - monster

4. Skillet - Feel invincible

5. Hayley kiyoko- what I need

6. Panic! At the disco - hey look ma I made it.

7. Gabbie hanna - butterflies

8. Gabbie hanna - pillow case

9. Gabbie hanna - perfect day (a True story)

10. Gabbie hanna - Medicate/broken girls.

42-Do you take any medication daily?

- yes I do.

43-whats your skin type? (Oily,dry,etc)

-oily

44-what is your biggest fear?

-dark, rejection, death, ghosts.

45-how many kids do you want?

-2or 3

46- what's your go to hair style?

- dont really have one, depends on my mood and how lazy I am haah

47- what type of house do you live in? (Big,small,etc)

-i live in an apartment.

48-who is your role model?

-my mom and gabbie hanna

49-what was the last compliment you recieved?

-umm I think it was that I'm beautiful, idk.

50-what was the last text you sent?

-"Happy birthday you old bitch. Thank you for everything you've done for me, I'm so lucky to have you as my bestie, don't forget that I'm always with you, right by your side, and don't you dare finding a new bestie in Germany. Wish you all the best and ilysfm ❤❤❤🍰🍰🎂🎂🎂🍰🎂🍰"

51-how old were you when you found out Santa wasnt real?

- I was pretty young I think - somewhere between 6-8 years old - I recognized my grandmother's handwriting on one of the gifts haha.

52-what is your dream car?

- range rover.

53-opinion on smoking

(Ghh I'm getting tired of answering those questions haha)

it's bad, dont do it kids (I smoke, but still)

54-do you go to college?

-nope I dont.

55-what is your dream job?

- a writer or a photographer.

56-do you rather live in a rural areas or the suburbs?

-maybe a rural area idk.

57-do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

-ive done it just once, haha.

58- do you have freckles?

-yess, really small one around and on my nose, but I want more.

59-do you smile in pictures?

-yes, even tho I hate my smile.

60-how many pictures do you have on your phone?

-3780.

61-have you ever peed in the woods?

-mhm.

62.do you still watch cartoons?

-yes I do and I love them.

63-Do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy's or McDonalds?

-ive never tried chicken nuggets+we dont have wendy's in Bulgaria.

64-favorite dipping sauce?

- ketchup.

65-what do you wear to bed?

- a tshirt or just my underwear.

66-have you ever won a spelling bee?

-whats that??

67-what are your hobbies?

- writing, reading and taking pictures.

68- can you draw?

(I'm already bored and I have to finish cleaning my room ooof)

no-no, I can't.

69-do you play instruments?

-nope.

70. What was the last concert you saw?

-i dont really remember tbh.

71-tea or coffee?

-coffee of course!!!

72- Starbucks or dunkin donuts?

-never been to dunkin donuts if we even have them in bulgaria and I dont like Starbucks soooo...

73- do you want to get married?

-yes.

74-what is your crush's first and last initial?

- 🤫🤫🤫

75-are you going to change your last name when you get married?

-im not sure cause I love my last name!!

76-what color looks best on you?

-black? Idk.

77-do you miss anyone rn?

-yes I do.

78- do you sleep with your door open or closed?

-closed.

79. Do you believe in ghosts?

- yeah and I'm afraid of them.

80-what is your biggest pet peeve?

-loud chewing

-people who chew gum loudly.

-people who talk on loudly on the phone.

-noisy eaters.

-tapping, clicking oens.

And a lot more

81-last person you called?

-my mom.

82-favorite ice cream flavor?

- chocolate.

83-regular oreos or golden oreos?

-regular.

84- chocolate or rainbow sprinkles.

- I hate sprinkles.

85- what shirt are you wearing?

- a crop top t-shirt

86- what is your phone background?

87-are you outgoing or shy?

-shy asf.

88-do you like when people play with your hair?

-i absolutely love it!!!

89-do you like your neighbors?

-i like some of them and hate some of them.

90-do you wash your face? At night? In the morning?

- and night and in the morning

91-have you ever been high?

-yes, a few times.

92-have you ever been drunk?

-yup, I have.

93-last think you are?

- chocolate.

94- favorite lyrics right now?

- "You like broken girls because they make you feel put together.Broken girls, rip it open then you'll kiss it better"

95-summer or winter?

-spring and autumn haha

96-day or night?

-night.

97-dark, milk or white chocolate?

-dark and milk.

98-favorite month?

- August 🥰😍

99-what is your zodiac sign?

- pisces.

100- who was the last person you cried in front of?

- I think it was my aunt.

[ceruleantrolls]

==> Noru: Lie awake at night thinking about people who wash their hair with soap

-- rainbowReflectivity [RR] began pestering hydraulicPsychiatrist [HP] at 02:53 --

[02:53] HP: Hello!

[02:53] RR: ) ) u remember me ( (

[02:53] HP: To be honest, no, sorry

[02:54] RR: ) ) thank god ( (

[02:54] HP: Give me a hint?

[02:54] RR: ) ) hows it goin yo ( (

[02:54] RR: ) ) peanut butter ( (

[02:54] HP: That

[02:54] HP: Sounds very familiar

[02:54] RR: ) ) dont think on it too hard ( (

[02:55] HP: Well I am now

[02:55] RR: ) ) no ( (

[02:55] RR: ) ) do not do that ( (

[02:55] HP: Yes

[02:55] HP: I will do that

[02:55] RR: ) ) i have a hypothetical question to distract you ( (

[02:55] HP: I love hypothetical questions

[02:56] RR: ) ) how many hangers do you think it would take to hang a scrawny 6'someshit man in his closet by his suspenders and or shirt ( (

[02:56] RR: ) ) asking for a friend ( (

[02:56] RR: ) ) whos super not a dumbass ( (

[02:57] HP: You can't do that, really

[02:57] RR: ) ) why ( (

[02:57] HP: Hangers are not very strong

[02:57] RR: ) ) yeah but if you like ( (

[02:57] RR: ) ) tied a bunch together with duct tape or socks ( (

[02:57] HP: They would bend because they are made to be flexible

[02:58] HP: Also

[02:58] HP: What is the context of this

[02:58] RR: ) ) what kind of shitty ass hangers do they give you bluebloods ( (

[02:58] RR: ) ) no reason ( (

[02:58] HP: Normal ones?

[02:58] RR: ) ) just yknow ( (

[02:58] RR: ) ) looking for new sleeping arrangements ( (

[02:59] HP: I wouldn't recommend that as a sleeping arrangement

[02:59] RR: ) ) why not ( (

[02:59] HP: Unless you want to physically murder your back?

[02:59] RR: ) ) how would it murder my back. it'd be fine the hangers are doing all the work ( (

[03:00] RR: ) ) what if i taped em to the ceiling ( (

[03:00] RR: ) ) and made some sort of like janky sexless hanger sex swing ( (

[03:00] RR: ) ) a sleep swing ( (

[03:01] RR: ) ) of hangers ( (

[03:01] HP: Okay, I'm going to say this as nicely as I can

[03:01] RR: ) ) no youre not ( (

[03:02] RR: ) ) i feel it ( (

[03:02] HP: Do you want me to put it in a mean way?

[03:03] RR: ) ) i mean whatever you're into ( (

[03:04] RR: ) ) im not used to being niced at when being called a dumb shit is a much easier option ( (

[03:06] HP: Hmm

[03:06] HP: Okay, so none your ideas will work, and I am concerned because you may die?

[03:06] HP: I tried to be medium on a scale of nice to mean

[03:07] RR: ) ) thanks ( (

[03:07] RR: ) ) i dont think ill die tho ( (

[03:07] RR: ) ) my ceiling isnt that high unfortunately ( (

[03:07] RR: ) ) not like in a 'i wish falling off the ceiling would kill me' way ( (

[03:07] HP: It doesn't take that much to kill you if you fall at the right angle

[03:08] RR: ) ) like a im a big ass dude in a tiny ass lowblood apartment way ( (

[03:08] RR: ) ) not with all the shit on my floor ( (

[03:08] RR: ) ) ive got a cushioned fall ( (

[03:09] HP: I once fell from a relatively short distance and broke my wrist evn though it was onto a soft thing

[03:09] RR: ) ) ow ( (

[03:10] HP: It's okay, because I have a robot arm now and it's

[03:10] HP: Well

[03:10] HP: Totally sick

[03:10] RR: ) ) that sounds ill as fuck ( (

[03:10] RR: ) ) what color is it ( (

[03:10] RR: ) ) is it gold ( (

[03:10] RR: ) ) is it platinum ( (

[03:11] HP: It's black

[03:11] HP: Not super dark black

[03:11] RR: ) ) if i ever lose a limb i want to get a new one in the fucking ugliest mutant shade of teal ( (

[03:11] RR: ) ) lame ( (

[03:12] HP: Teal is a nice colour!

[03:12] HP: I think wearing ridiculous amounts of gold if you're any higher than teal is a bit, um

[03:13] RR: ) ) a bit um ( (

[03:14] HP: It makes you look like the kind of highblood who yells at a lowblooded cashier for saying 'no problem' instead of 'thanks, have a good day'

[03:14] RR: ) ) i like seeing my bloodcolor all over highbloods tho ( (

[03:14] RR: ) ) its kinda hot ( (

[03:14] HP: You want to try going up to them and telling them that?

[03:15] RR: ) ) that they're hot? ( (

[03:15] HP: Yes

[03:15] HP: Because of the yellow

[03:15] RR: ) ) you think my ugly fuckin mug can go up to ANYONE and tell them theyre hot without getting the snot beat outta me ( (

[03:15] RR: ) ) i mean you havent seen me ( (

[03:16] RR: ) ) but im a goddamn mess ( (

[03:16] RR: ) ) so like no ( (

[03:16] RR: ) ) ill just fan myself from afar like some royal asshole or some shit ( (

[03:17] HP: I was thinking more that you would die

[03:17] HP: But fair point I guess

[03:18] RR: ) ) yea ( (

[03:19] RR: ) ) what am i supposed to do with all these hangers ( (

[03:19] RR: ) ) i paid 5 dollars for this 40 pack but now im having second thoughts ( (

[03:19] RR: ) ) damn you ( (

[03:19] HP: Sorry!

[03:20] RR: ) ) thats 5 bucks thats not getting me bandage socks ( (

[03:20] RR: ) ) or hair soap ( (

[03:20] HP: Wait

[03:20] RR: ) ) shit ( (

[03:20] HP: You weren't the heathen that washes their hair just with soap, were you

[03:21] RR: ) ) everyone washes their hair with some sort of soap my man ( (

[03:21] HP: That is not an excuse!!

[03:21] RR: ) ) its the same DAMN SHIT ( (

[03:22] HP: It's the same thing if fish an frogs are the same thing

[03:22] RR: ) ) i wouldnt wash my hair with a frog ( (

[03:23] HP: Indicating that you would with a fish?

[03:24] RR: ) ) you know its taking all of me to not respond to that with some sort of uncouth joke about seadwellers ( (

[03:24] HP: I don't want to hear anything about any seadwellers

[03:25] RR: ) ) u brought up fish ( (

[03:25] RR: ) ) but anyway ( (

[03:25] RR: ) ) like i wouldnt wash my hair with a real life gilled and finned fish no ( (

[03:26] HP: But yo would wash your hair with soap and not shampoo

[03:26] RR: ) ) i dont have to worry about conflicting scents ( (

[03:26] HP: Scentless shampoo is a thing

[03:26] RR: ) ) no shampoo smells exactly the same as the bar counterpart ( (

[03:26] RR: ) ) gross ( (

[03:26] HP: It's not a counterpart!

[03:27] HP: Why would you do this to yourself

[03:27] RR: ) ) i dont trust anything thats scentless ( (

[03:27] RR: ) ) it IS and you know it ( (

[03:27] RR: ) ) $ ( (

[03:27] RR: ) ) $pite ( (

[03:27] HP: Didn't I offer to personally buy you bucketloads of shampoo last time we talked

[03:28] HP: Because if i dodn't I will

[03:28] RR: ) ) first of all never ever use the term bucketloads to me again ( (

[03:28] HP: What's wrong with the term bucketloads

[03:28] RR: ) ) bruh ( (

[03:28] RR: ) ) second of all yes but i declined because i refuse to be some bluebloods hair charity case ( (

[03:28] HP: Brah

[03:29] HP: It's not a charity case

[03:29] HP: It's therapy

[03:29] HP: For me

[03:29] RR: ) ) how the fuck ( (

[03:29] HP: Because I will lie awake thinking about this at night

[03:29] RR: ) ) envy all the money im saving ( (

[03:29] HP: The fact that someone in the world uses soap to wash their hair

[03:30] HP: Is going to haunt me until I die

[03:30] RR: ) ) im going to go do it right now ( (

[03:30] RR: ) ) im going to eat it after ( (

[03:30] HP: I'm going to write 'use shampoo' on my gravestone

[03:30] HP: No!!!

[03:30] RR: ) ) yes ( (

[03:31] RR: ) ) nom ( (

[03:31] HP: You'll throw it back up

[03:31] RR: ) ) i clean my entire self AND get a meal out of this bar of soap ( (

[03:31] RR: ) ) says who ( (

[03:31] HP: Science and me

[03:31] RR: ) ) you think im not accustomed to the taste of soap motherfucker? ( (

[03:31] HP: It's not the taste

[03:32] HP: It's the chemicals

[03:33] RR: ) ) mmmmm soap ( (

[03:33] HP: You'll have to clean up your own puke

[03:33] RR: ) ) there'll already be soap in it ( (

[03:33] RR: ) ) so easy ( (

[03:34] HP: That's not

[03:34] HP: No

[03:35] HP: I mean technically you're not wrong

[03:35] HP: But also no

[03:35] RR: ) ) yes ( (

[03:35] HP: No

[03:35] RR: ) ) come to daddy soap soap ( (

[03:35] HP: Now I'm kinkshaming

[03:36] RR: ) ) hey youre the one with the shampoo fetish ( (

[03:36] RR: ) ) im just a simple soap farmer ( (

[03:36] RR: ) ) living off my soap crops ( (

[03:36] HP: It's called hygeiene and taking care of yourself

[03:37] RR: ) ) i do take care of myself ( (

[03:37] RR: ) ) i can name at least one instance of taking so much care of myself that happened within the last 24 hours ( (

[03:37] HP: You were just talking about sleeping on a bunch of hangers

[03:37] RR: ) ) for my back? ( (

[03:38] HP: It would ruin your back

[03:38] RR: ) ) my recouperacoons being fucky and i cant fix it ( (

[03:38] RR: ) ) what else am i supposed to do man ( (

[03:38] HP: Have fun cleaning up that soap puke when it hurts to bend over

[03:39] HP: Sofa? Bed? Lots of blankets on the floor?

[03:39] RR: ) ) ehhhhhhhhh ( (

[03:39] RR: ) ) none of those give you that floating feeling ( (

[03:39] RR: ) ) i need the slime or somethign like it ( (

[03:40] HP: you can get the slime and fill your bath with it

[03:40] HP: Or one of those inflatable pools

[03:41] RR: ) ) how am i supposed to get slime when my recouperacoon is sick ( (

[03:41] RR: ) ) do they actually sell that shit ( (

[03:41] HP: Yes

[03:41] HP: What do you think other people do when their coons break

[03:42] RR: ) ) fix them or hang themselves from the ceiling?? ( (

[03:42] RR: ) ) anyways ( (

[03:42] HP: No!!

[03:42] RR: ) ) i do actually have to go find a solution cause i gotta pass the fuck out sometime fore the sun sets again ( (

[03:42] HP: I have a spare one

[03:42] HP: Spare coon

[03:43] RR: ) ) srsly? ( (

[03:43] HP: Yeah

[03:43] RR: ) ) like just laying around? ( (

[03:43] HP: Yes

[03:43] RR: ) ) are you gonna kill me if i come to you and use it? ( (

[03:43] HP: Kill you?

[03:43] HP: Why would I do that?

[03:43] RR: ) ) its a good murderer ruse ( (

[03:43] RR: ) ) come down this alley kid ive got sleep for yas right here ( (

[03:44] HP: I live in a ruin in a forest

[03:44] HP: Oh wait

[03:44] HP: That isn't much better is it

[03:44] RR: ) ) okay then thats not happening tonight ( (

[03:44] RR: ) ) i live in th city m'man ( (

[03:44] HP: The forest is next to the city

[03:45] RR: ) ) im like dead center ( (

[03:45] RR: ) ) of the city ( (

[03:45] HP: Anyway I've never killed anyone before so killing you now for no reason would be kind of anticlimactic

[03:45] HP: I work in the middle of the city in a clinic

[03:45] HP: There's beds there too

-- rainbowReflectivity [RR] ceased pestering hydraulicPsychiatrist [HP] at 03:46 --