#we had a split uhhh Monday night

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[bubblesthemonsterartist]

2022 Creator’s Self-Love Extravaganza

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2022. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love!

@thelionshymnal dug this one up and while they didn't tag me, I felt the tag in my heart. Therefore, I pulled out the original rules with a little under 24 hours before the calendar flips over to a new year, I think I am safe in saying that my word count for the year is complete.

I did not write a lot this year! Comparatively, at least.* A mere 25,682 words have gone to publish. But it's also been a very disruptive year in that I quit my job of 5+ years, got rid of ALL of my stuff that couldn't fit into a tiny car, drove seven days cross country to a New Better Shinier Job (while writing a final paper), rented a 10 x 10 room above a garage for several months where my cat was very kind by not murdering me, dropped everything to sit at my dad's deathbed, went right back to work the following Monday, finished yet another graduate degree, went on a trip to Maine with friends, moved AGAIN to a much larger much more private space, and uhhh... signed up for yet another degree program. Because I have a problem. Clearly. Oh and I also broke a bone for the first time in my life! It's in my foot! I haven't gone out to do ANYTHING other than get groceries for the last two weeks and it sucks!

2022 has been a lot! More good than bad and overall improvement of everything, but a lot! And I've wanted to write. I've thought a lot about it in the moments before falling asleep! But any progress is still progress and my body comes first these days because in this house we practice self-care.

That being said, what I have put out, I've been immensely proud of. So, in no particular order and without further ado...

On the Event of the Annual Lilias Recruit Hazing Final Exam (ans, gen)

I wrote third person limited! For the first time! It was weird but also a fun to write something where the audience only has the interactions and body language to read.

2. where mended hearts meet (obiyuki, 🍋)

While I haven't been writing proper most of the year, I have been obsessing over @onedivinemisfit's camboy!obi au. It's been my personal problem, like, ever since she first introduced the concept for it and I've been screaming about it every chance that I get. Part of me much much wants to write the whole thing, but also acknowledged that I did not have the time. But also also I knew I was not going to be productive about anything at ALL until I wrote at least a little smutty smut for it. I mean, two consenting adults who are very accommodating of one anothers kinks and traumas? Sign me the fuck up, let's do this.

3. Drabble-Drabble 2022 Challenge (multiple fandoms, multiple pairings, all ratings)

Perhaps because I haven't had a chance to really focus on my writing this year, I wanted to do something uncomplicated. I remember loving drabbles back in my livejournal days. Just being absolutely laid out by 100 words precisely. But I'd never tried it myself so I wanted to give it a shot! I asked and y'all sent in around 30 prompts and I answered 26! It was a blast, highly recommend to anyone out there that wants to try their hand at it.

4. Seven Nights, Night 7 (Hakuouki, Yamachi, 🍋)

I had a moment when I went to see the timestamps of the chapters I worked on this year and it was literally just Night 7 of Seven Nights. It's split into three chapters, but it's 14k words just leading up to the final night, I don't even know what to say, y'all. Yamazaki is just real shy and writing two virgins was a lot harder than I thought (and I already thought it was going to be difficult!). I do really love it, though, they're adorable.

5. Stone Soup (Spy x Family, Yor & Yuri)

I would be remiss if I didn't include the final posted fic of the year (and my first foray into the sxf fandom!). Not only did I write a child's pov, I got to incorporate some real mean food feels into it. All together a real good time! XD

Okay! I've done it! I've said the nice things about me! Now I shall tag people, hmmm... @spoonyglitteraunt @sabraeal @claudeng80 @onedivinemisfit @infinitelystrangemachinex and anyone else who wants a go!

*Word count by year since 2016:

2016- 97,273 2017- 167,645 2018- 138,769 2019- 130,429 2020- 126,435 2021- 91,014 2022- 25,682

[mcwriting]

The Marriage Project (4)

Hi everyone! Sorry this came late! I was soooo busy this week that I had to push this chapter back but I’m hoping to drop chapter 5 on Friday next week like normal. As listed in the warnings, this chapter has some heavier topics than the other 3 but the scene is relatively mild and not too descriptive. 

Story Masterlist

Word Count: 2808

Warnings: Mentions of verbal s*exual harassment, mentions of fighting/injury, strong language, angst 

% approximately the last weekend in September %

You sat at the back of the team bus on the way to the hotel, since the tournament was all day Saturday. You shared a row with Julia and was working on some calculus homework and listening to music while she talked to someone across the aisle.

When you finished, you took out your headphones and looked over at her. She was now playing on her phone.

“Hey, do you wanna bunk together tonight? I don’t feel like sharing a bed with Emily this week.” you whispered, making sure the freshman sitting a few rows up couldn’t hear you.

“Yeah sure. I was actually gonna ask you the same anyways.”

You were one of only two seniors on the team, so you and the other senior, Anna, were asked to split up and chaperone the girls whose parents weren’t coming to the tournament. Both of your rooms had three other people.

Once the team got checked into the hotel, you all went to dinner at a nearby chain restaurant where you, Julia, Anna, and a few other girls sat at a table together joking around.

After dinner, the team headed back to the hotel and were allowed to either hang in the lobby or your rooms, so long as you weren’t disruptive and stayed in pairs. You stayed in the lobby for a while but decided to go prepare for bed around 10.

Julia tagged along as your buddy, not saying much as you rode the elevator up. 

After changing and brushing your teeth, you sat at one corner of the bed looking into a wall-mounted mirror as you combed your hair to pull it into a braid. Julia had been watching the TV when she piped up.

“Hey, y/n?” 

“Yeah?” you didn’t look back at her.

“What’s going on between you and Tom?”

You paused mid-braid, then continued. 

“What do you mean?” your brows furrowed as you finished off the braid, wrapping the end with a hair tie.

“It’s just… you guys have seemed super close lately, and Sam said you’re at their house pretty much every weekend now. I thought you guys hated each other or something.”

You turned your body to look at her.

“Uhhhh we definitely still hate each other. We’re just partnered up for this semester-long marriage project in home ec. It’s whatever.”

“Oh. Okay then. It just seemed like something else I guess.”

Something else?

“Wait, what are you trying to say? Do you think we’re, like, dating or something?”

“Well you guys go to almost every one of each other’s games. And Sam said their mom loves you so it just seemed like… I don’t know.”

“Whoever thinks we more than hate each other is wrong. Just the idea of him and I together grosses me out so much. Once this semester is over, he and I probably won’t speak to each other again until the day I’m chosen valedictorian over him.”

“Okay, well, I’ll let Sam kn-” 

She was cut off by the sound of the door opening as the two freshman girls who were taking the other bed came in giggling.

Glad to finally be out of that conversation. 

After a few more random conversations, you all decided to go to bed and rest up for the tournament early the next morning.

It’s when you rolled over onto your side to face the wall that thoughts of your conversation with Julia began racing. Did people really think something other than a fake marriage was going on with Tom?

Exhaustion got the best of you before you could dwell on it further.

%

You sat in calculus Monday morning listening to the announcements. Your name and a couple others were listed off from the winning sports. The team had won, and you’d gotten tournament MVP.

The class congratulated you, so you jokingly did a royal wave around the room, stopping to look at Tom.

“That’s how it’s done. You guys may have won too, but I think I beat you out this time.”

“Yeah, good job.”

What. Why was he congratulating you?

“Uhhh. You don’t have anything else to say? No insult, no witty clapback? Who are you and what have you done to the Tom Holland I know and hate?”

He shrugged.

“I just don’t have anything negative to say. I mean, you got MVP and the team won. That’s pretty impressive.”

Now you knew something was up. In all your years of knowing Tom, he’d never been this nice. Sure, he’d sometimes say “nice shot!” when you scored more than one goal in soccer but he usually was able to find a way to pick on you at the same time.

You were working on a new sewing project in home ec later, sharing what happened with Alexis.

“Maybe he’s just not feeling well or something? He probably just couldn’t think up something fast enough,” she suggested.

“You don’t get it, Lex. It was so not like him. After Thursday, and what Julia said Friday night, something weird is going on, and I’m going to get to the bottom of it.” 

Wondering if anything was out of the ordinary with him now, you looked over to where he was, only to find him looking back at you.

Weird.

In senior art that afternoon, you worked on an acrylic beach landscape you’d been doing with a palette knife. 

You were listening to music and intently focused when you felt a presence loom over you and noticed a hand resting on either side of you.

You ripped out an earbud and turned to see Tom leaning over your seated position, looking at your artwork.

“What the- Tom! What in the hell are you doing?” you pushed him off you and he stepped next to your chair, arms folded over his chest.

“Just looking to see how you were doing, princess. I think it needs a sailboat.”

“Okay first of all I’m not even done but like… why were you leaning over me like that? I was kinda in my zone there.”

He uncrossed his arms and pointed one had around the canvas.

“Well I was mostly coming over to say you had a little something right,” he poked a finger from his other hand onto your nose, leaving a dot of paint, “there.”

“Thomas Holland. If you don’t get the hell away from me and my artwork right this second I will literally beat you up in front of this entire class. You know it’s true too.” you threatened through grinding teeth.

“Are we having a problem over here?” your art teacher interjected, causing you to both look at her. You pointed at your nose.

“Mr. Holland here doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself.”

“Tom. You know how I feel about messing around with art supplies. Now go sit down, you still have a lot to go on your own painting.”

He sighed and headed back to his seat. 

“Y/n, why don’t you go wash that off real quick. I’ll keep an eye on your canvas for you.”

You got up, brushing past Tom. First, he’d been super nice this morning, and now he was putting paint on your nose like a little kid? 

It was infuriating to think about.

Wednesday, it was like he was even worse.

He flipped between being the nicest guy ever to trying to humiliate you every chance he got. 

The final straw was during your free period when you’d typically have volleyball practice (it was a game day). You’d walked by some of the football team who were practicing on the field and some players tried to catcall you, yelling disgusting sexist comments and whistling. Instead of sticking up for you, Tom just looked at you sheepishly as they laughed.

You just stuck up a middle finger and kept walking, as you were running errands for your volleyball coach and didn’t want to be too long.

After school, you stormed out of the school building and caught sight of him leaning against his car talking to a few of the guys from before as his brothers stood around nearby.

When you were about 20 feet away when you yelled out at him.

“Hey Tom! What the hell?”

His conversation paused and he turned to you. The other guys laughed and waved him bye as you approached.

“I’m sorry, but what?” he asked when you reached his car. You tossed your volleyball bag onto the asphalt.

“What is wrong with you? First you’re super nice to me, then I catch you staring at me in class and then the whole paint thing, and that was just Monday. Then today you flip from nice to asshole, and just sit idly by when your friends fucking harass me!?”

“I was just messing around like we always do! And come on, it was just a whistle and a couple jokes, y/n.”

“That’s the thing! It’s not just a whistle or a joke! Call it that when you read the countless stories of women who are attacked for simply ignoring a guy or trying to stand up for herself! I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO BEG YOU AND EVERY OTHER MAN FOR SOME SIMPLE RESPECT!” you were yelling and breathing hard. “I guess I thought that after the past few weeks we had come to some kind of an understanding, but apparently I was wrong. You’re still the biggest asshole I know.”

“Y/n, please. You know I would never do anything to actually harm you, right? I’ll talk to the guys and figure it out. I mean, what else do you want me to do?”

“Maybe we should get a ‘divorce’ on this stupid project. It’s obviously not working out,” you spat.

“I- okay.”

You were taken aback. Did he really just agree?

“Okay? That’s all you have to say? You really want to go through with it?”

“Well, if it’s what you feel is best, I’m not going to stop you from talking to Mrs. Flynn.”

“Okay, then. I’ll see what she wants us to do.” you said, much more calmly.

With that, you picked up your bag and walked off, wanting to cool down before your game.

“Damn, Tom. That’s rough,” Harry said once you were out of earshot.

“Yeah, dude. You should’ve stood up for her. That’s not cool,” Sam added.

Tom hung his head for a minute, not sure what to think, then straightened up, shaking it angrily. 

“You’re right. She’s right. I need to find those guys.”

%

Things had cooled down for you by the time you’d eaten a snack and hung out with some of the team for a little bit. You didn’t tell anyone what had happened, but by the way Julia kept looking at you, you figured Sam had told her.

An hour before game time, you went to go put on your kneepads and volleyball shoes. As you passed through the gym, Julia hopped up from her seat next to her boyfriend and rushed up to you.

“Whatever Sam said, I’m over it now. I’m just going to channel it into the game” you told her before she could get a word out.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Sam said you seemed pretty shaken up.”

“Look, jules, I know you’re trying to help, but now isn’t the time. I just need to focus on one thing at a time, okay? Let’s just win this and then maybe later we can talk.”

You sped up past her to where the group was in a circle, already doing stretches. You felt bad for blowing her off, but you had other things to worry about.

%

Your team lost the first set for the first time all season. You just couldn’t get your head in the game. You had fumbled a few sets and sent your hand into the net while hitting not once, but twice. You’d even sent a serve straight back to the wall on the other side of the gym.

You were now sitting on the bench listening to your coach yell at you, taking it all in. You were looking at her directly when a figure coming through the door caught your eye. It was Tom.

You tried to pay attention to coach, but the second she turned her attention to someone else, you glanced at him sitting by his brother. 

His lip was split and he caressed one hand in the other. His hair was also all over the place and one cheek swelled slightly.

Did he get into a fight?

Even though you were still mad, something inside you appreciated his presence. You also felt concerned, but obviously couldn’t do anything about it from the bench.

You instead decided to do what you knew best, which was win. The team came back in the end and did just that. A few people were congratulating you when you saw Tom and Sam leave the gym.

“Uh, sorry guys but I need to go do something. See y’all tomorrow though!” 

You jogged into the hall, frantically looking both ways before seeing them.

“Wait! Tom!” you called, running to catch up with them. They stopped, Tom not making eye contact with you when he turned as Sam watched cautiously.

He looked worse up close. 

Where his cheek had only seemed swollen before, now there was a blue and purple bruise beginning to form, surrounded by pink inflamed tissue. His bottom lip also was red and puffy around the split, and when you glanced at his hands you noticed the darker bruises on each knuckle.

“Tom…” you said softly, scanning him. “Are you okay?”

“What does it matter to you? We hate each other don’t we?”

Sam took that as his cue to go back to the gym, you assumed to find Julia.

You let out a sigh and looked away. 

“I don’t ‘hate you’ hate you. Yeah I hate when you’re better than me at something or you’re acting like a douchebag, but I don’t, like, want you dead or anything. I mean, you know that, right?”

You searched his face for a sign that he was getting you. After a few seconds of him staring at the ground nervously tapping his foot, he replied.

“Well I don’t hate you either! Yeah, you can have an ego and it gets on my nerves, but I’ve always thought we had just a playful hate-love thing. Like… I don’t know... Doofensmirtz and Perry the Platypus.”

You let out a chuckle at that one. 

“That… actually. Yeah. That pretty much sums it up. I never actually wanted to hurt you, and I’m sorry that I did but what you did today was so not cool, man. I thought we at least tried to look out for each other a little bit. That stuff hurts. A lot. Because being a woman means I don’t know when it might cost me more than just being the butt of a joke.”

“I realize that now, and I’m so sorry for trying to trivialize you. I didn’t really think about it in the moment because it’s never affected me. I might be in trouble tomorrow because of it, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“After you left, I was so mad at myself. I marched straight over to the guys, who were then trying to laugh about you coming to talk to me, and I just… swung right on Harrison. He’s the first guy that whistled.”

“Tom…”

“And then I may have gone after the other two while I was at it. They tried to fight back, which is why my face looks like this, and I just went nuts. They gave up after realizing I wasn’t gonna back down.”

You tried to hold back tears. You always knew in the back of your mind that Tom cared a little bit, but not like this. One slipped out onto your cheek.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you whispered, trying to keep a steady voice. He reached out and brushed his thumb over your tear.

“Yes I did. Who else was going to teach those dickheads, huh? Obviously no one else in their lives have cared to.”

“Well thank you. It means a lot… and I didn’t go talk to Mrs. Flynn after our little spat outside. I wouldn’t mind staying as your ‘bride,’ if you’ll have me.”

He looked at you skeptically for a few seconds then smiled.

“Yeah, alright,” he pulled his necklace from his shirt. “Who else would rub icy hot on my back and make pie with my mom?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me of the first one,” you laughed.

After a few seconds, you held out your arms.

“We good?” 

He grinned, taking your offer for a hug and wrapping his own arms around you.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

%

A/N: Thanks for reading! Like I’ve mentioned in the past, this will not be the last of heavy topics and some future scenes will actually be more descriptive, but I will make it explicitly clear where those scene are so you can have discretion. Love you all so much!

Tag List: @jackiehollanderr, @one-big-fangirl, @l0lmk, @primadonnasdream, @bookworm06, @thenoddingbunny-blog, @agentnataliahofferson

[merlinthoughts]

Season 1 Episode 4 - The Poisoned Chalice

- god fucking dammit here we go again, i'm bloody done with my life and do not, at all, want to see merlin die bc i don't remember anything except that, yeah, he dies and someone has to get off their ass and save the motherfucking day and kiss him

- i realise how much i swear in these posts bc 1. when do i not? 2. i'm emotionally invested 3. i have no other excuse i just like swearing

- AAAND NIMUEHS IN CAMELOT SHE THINKS SHE'S SO SLY WITH HER HEAD THING

- id recognise her in a split second tbfh, she aint subtle

- *heterosexual tension*

- merlins skin be looking so smooth this episode, this boy be wearing lots of Dove

- he looked so excited to be in the banquet, then arthur just fucking slashes him with “not quite” and his hopes and dreams are destroyed

- “wanna see what you’ll be wearing tonight?” arthur says as he's behind the fucking changing curtains, about to get undressed and show merlin his birthday suit

- i honest to god thought that was where he was going, but no, he was just getting something from behind it

- “tonight you’ll be wearing the official ceremonial robes of the servants of camelot” IT'S A FUCKING DRESS ISN'T IT

- aw damn id have preferred a dress

- that smile shared between them was the most adorable scene

- god

- i

- fucking

- love

- their

- smiles 

- sm

- best thing ive ever seen

- i mean… hunty look at that piece of glistening butter beauty

- wow ok back to the episode:

- bros being bros and giving each other a handshake to destroy the mortal enemy pack and put together a family, we stan.

- as if a servant who has only had eye sex with another servant ONCE would trust them enough to say that one of the chalices were poisoned. like??? “ur the only one i could tell” LMAO NO?

- she's a sly fucking dog tfbh

- “if he kills arthur, uthers soul will be broken and camelot will fall” at this rate uther prob wouldn't care if his son dies or not, look at him, he's already mentally broken. he has anxiety and paranoia over magic. child services where u at in the medieval ages?

- i wouldn't believe a word she said, or well, id have believed it was poisoned but id say yeah no damn way you aren't in on it if you know which one it is. bayard wouldn't tell a fucking servant.

- HE'S GONNA SNAP ISN'T HE

- MERLIN FUCKING SNAPPED

- yknow what we say here folks? U DO U MERLIN

- okay i was fine if uther made bayard drink it but like the moment uther said “mmmh… no.” and slowly turned to merlin i think my arteries just crunched together and died so

- “if it is poisoned, he’ll die” HE'S FUCKING SCARED MERLIN WILL PASS AWAY ISN'T HE?

- “it's fine” he says, then starts to fucking choke

- ah fuck he's down

- my boy is down

- FUCK ME SIDEWAYS WITH A CHAINSAW

- ARTHUR CROUCHES NEXT TO HIM LIKE “BB NO”

- lmfao bayard looks so shocked, his face is in disbelief and confusion, he's like who tf done me bad

- arthurs carrying merlin fireman style this is what i live for folks

- did like nobody notice the flower stuck on the inside of the cup? like honestly if you take a sip you’d kinda spot it or perhaps even the person pouring the drinks would have been “is this chamomile tea? no? then what the fuckery-doo is this leaf in here for?” yknow. it's like that scene in Matilda when the angry buff lady completely missed a fucking salamander in her cup when it was the size of her bloody hand. it brings out the same mood honestly

- does gaius have an index for these books or does he just have every page memorised and know exactly what page to go bc I FUCKING NEED THAT it would make bio so much easier if i knew what page it was on instead of looking back and forth from the homework sheet to my textbook, then closing it by accident and having to find the index again for that specific page i need

- arthur wants to fucking go on a life-or-death journey to save merlin i've never been so happy

- this is honestly my favourite episode, like it may be really fucking angsty but i love it so much

- arthur betrays his dad and leaves his room even after being told not to just so he can save a servants life is literally my new moto

- NO IT WON'T LOAD MY NETFLIX IS STUCK ON 99%

- okay so while i'm waiting for my shit to load, i just discovered the new fucking tumblr rule starting dec 17 and i'm like 0.2 inches away from just spamming NSFW pics on here just for laughs

- like hunty, that won't stop people from posting elsewhere or for thinking about sex bc like??? whatchu gonna do tumblr?? get the fbi to erase it from our minds

- i think nOT thot

- watch me get flagged for just using the fucking term “NSFW”

- i'm gonna end up asterisking everything (is asterisking a word? wow it has red under it so like probably not but i just added it to my dictionary so uhh it is now)

- by asterisking i dont mean furry kin shit ew no

- i mean like N*FW, s*x, t*mblr, m*rthur

- god it took me like 20 minutes to calibrate my fucking wifi and fix the connection problem

- wow the stage for the poison increased by 75% in 30 mins, damn

- merlins like like having a conniption on his bed lmao, chanting arthurs name and sweating lot

- do we ever find out how uther gets that scar bc i'm like 100% positive arthur was a little child and swayed his fucking sword too hard just as uther rounded the corner. the sword then collided into his fucking brain and destroyed a good part of his intelligence, targeting especially his morals on how to accept people and how to be a good father

- that’s my theory

- merlin starts talking enchantments in his sleep while gwens watching, and gaius is just there like wtf merlin ur blowing ur cover “oh! gwen!! uhhh sorry. he’s just... in a latin study group in his pastime and has an oral presentation in minutes”

- omg, nimueh, stfu

- i didn't know dinosaurs existed back then, this reptile be whack

- y’know what's funny? ppl thinking dinosaurs didn’t exist. i find creationism very very very intriguing bc how fucking stupid could you be

- that sword throw was faker than my moms tits

- arthur could have done better

- k but like what if merlin’s hand wasn’t under the covers? like he was just throwing that blue ball around right in front of gwen

- can arthur like not hear her? nimuehs literally enchanting the rocks right behind his ear lobes and arthur acts nothing of it until those said rocks collapse and he gasps and suddenly he realises shes evil

- also his fucking hair in this scene looks glorious. perhaps bc it's pushed back rather than his bowl cut, but its doing things to my abdomen

- i thought for a second she was pulling off her mask to say “nimueh” and arthur was gasping bc he only recognised her after her hair was shown, just like in that scene with joker and harvey in the hospital

- OH RIGHT THE SPIDERS I LIKE COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THOSE SONS OF A GUNS

- i’d be dead if those spiders came crawling up to eat me lmfao

- k so nimueh went from :) to >:D in half a second

- i'm smelling up those symbolisms, boys

- watch out pals cause here are some of them:

- merlin is the LIGHT of arthur’s life

- he LIGHTS up the party

- he gives arthur a BRIGHTER future

- he's the GUIDE for his path

- hahhahahaha

- i'm serious when i say i have a huge fear of insects (spiders count in that too, no discrimination) so i'm just putting that there, saying to yall id be fucking terrified

- gaius would be so confused, like we don't see his face here but merlins close-up sweaty concentrated frown, but he’s literally just screaming “ARTHUR!!” “FASTERRR!!” “YESS!!” “CLIMB!!!” gaius would be looking like he walked into something he wasn't supposed to. prob thinking he should just let the kid die so he doesn’t have to deal with this shit anymore

- UTHER LOCKED HIS SON AWAY I'M FUCKING QUESTIONING HIS PARENTING SKILLS

- that's grounding???? throwing ur child in prison???

- yes 999 can i have child services on his ass

- gwens so smart honestly i love her

- pretending to be a maiden for the food, god what a queen

- arthur buying it and saying “yuck you say this is food?! disgustang!”

- the fact that i misspelled disgusting but it autocorrected to disgustang (which is originally what i wanted but autocorrect shouldn’t have known) makes me consider if i should really check my dictionary…. who knows what words are on there

- they’re so smart

- and then this fucker ruins it all while eating his food, checking her out and saying yeah arthurs a prick, hyuck hyuck, realising only that wait fuck u aint the maiden

- how’d they know GWEN was the one not supposed to have delivered the food, what if it was that chick right there???

- welll….. maybe it's because gwen took her sweet time up those steps, staring as if she couldn’t blink at the guards below

- i forget what happens at the end of this episode besides the kiss, and there's like 9 minutes left my fingers may rot at this point

- wake him up! wake him up!

- OH WAIT HE DOESN'T FUCKING WAKE UP DOES HE AND EVERYONE PANICS

- YEAH OKAY I'M SEEING THAT NOW

- MERLIN STOPPED BREATHING

- LMAO GWEN IS IN TEARS

- “HE'S DEAD” SHE SAYS

- ARTHUR BB COME IN HERE TO KISS UR HUBBY ALIVE

- OH WAIT UR IN FUCKING PRISON

- WAIT UP, HE'S ALIVE AND SHE KISSES HIM AFTERWARDS????

- FUCK ME I THOUGHT FOR THE WHOLE EPISODE THE KISS HAPPENED BC HE COULDN'T WAKE UP THAT'S FUCKING WITH ME I DIDN'T KNOW

- i keep forgetting to switch up the cap locks, sorry if it seems im screaming im legit using my inside voice for most of the time just emphasizing my words a little more

- goddamn, everytime they say mercia i just think of “murica”, like those americans on the 7th of july or whatever date the “we love our country” day is, chanting it as they throw around beers and fireworks as people gather round in jerseys or crop tops

- it's not that hard to spot the european on here

- the most celebrated holiday here which contains a lot of beers and big pub gatherings (besides every fucking night honestly) is either new years, lowkey stereotypically correct saint patricks, and ig easter monday but that's more for the kiddos

- i mean ofc christmas and all that shit but im not the most devoted christian, i just like presents and small gatherings among good friends

- wow okay it wasn't the 7th of july

- i mean at first i looked up “USA day” (i couldn’t remember the name) and it popped up today’s date, and i was like no thats not it at all. dec?? its in like july i think. and i was close! it was july 4th.

- uther damn knows it's nimueh!!!

- i mean, he just overheard morgana and arthur talk about it, and initiated himself into a convo about it once morgana left, as his sneaky ass just slithered up like “hey man, u know that woman? yeah uhh, what she say? anything about me? no? k i know who it is tho”

- i thought he was going to apologize or like explain to arthur what's the sitch, but he just waits for five whole seconds before saying. “those who practice magic know only evil. they despise and seek to destroy goodness wherever they find it.”

- arthur, confused: sounds as if you know her

- uther, walking away: i do

- arthur:

- wow k lots of fucking quotes here cause it's the merthur reunion

- get ready babs

- arthur: still alive then?

- merlin: oh yes, just about… i understand i have you to thank for that

- arthur, leaning on the chair merlin is sitting in, stifling a smile: ah it's nothing, a half-decent servant is hard to come by. i was only dropping by to make sure you’re alright… i.... expect you to be back to work tomorrow

- merlin, watching arthur as he slightly walks away having embarrassed himself: arthur... thank you

- arthur, slowly: you too

- they stare for like 5 whole seconds

- arthur, uncomfortable: well… get some rest

- there we go folks: my eulogy.

- hope someone reads it at my funeral

[omgrachwrites]

Somewhere Across the Ocean (Tom Holland)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Original Character

Summary: Cassidy Porter has always had a hard time being herself, especially in front of her friends. She can truly be herself when she starts online talking with a sweet boy, Tom. But when he unknowingly walks into her real life it’s his heart that might be getting broken. Author!Tom, college au

Warnings: fluff, swearing, little bit of smut, Tom being an adorable cinnamon roll

Words: 2307

A/N: Sorry that this is up a little later than intended guys, I hope you enjoy this next part and please let me know what you think! Also it’s very clear by this chapter that I know nothing about American colleges and how the dorm system works so please don’t @ me lol! I love you all very much! xxx

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Part Two

Monday 23rd June 2018

Tom and Harrison had been living in New York for just under two weeks now and the best friends loved every minute of it, they had been allowed to move into the dorms already. The administration had taken into consideration the fact that they had moved out of their home country. The good thing about living in the NYU dorms before hardly anyone else was the fact that they weren’t monitored very often because there was hardly anyone living there.

Tom and Harrison used this to their advantage and stayed out late into the night, coming back to the dorms in the early hours of the morning. Between hunting for jobs the pair partied in New York like there was no tomorrow.

The horrible, ear splitting noise of the IPhone alarm suddenly blared through Tom��s bedroom, pushing Tom away from his incredibly peaceful slumber. Beth, the girl who was in bed with him groaned sleepily and kicked him lightly, it was the first time that Tom had brought home a stranger, he never slept around.

“Will you turn that thing off?” she complained, digging her head further into the pillows, Tom sighed, running his fingers through his messy hair and leaned over Beth and switched it off before throwing himself back into bed.

His head didn’t feel too bad, he was just exhausted, though not exhausted enough for the pretty girl lying next to him, her cool purple hair spread around her head like a halo. Tom smirked to himself, feeling a surge of confidence as he wrapped an arm around her stomach, pulling her closer. Beth hummed in approval as his fingers trailed down her body to rub her clit in slow lazy circles.

“Want to go for round two darlin’?” he asked, his voice husky in her ear as he nipped her earlobe gently.

“Mm, baby boy,” she moaned as Tom slid two fingers inside of her, “I can’t, I’m sorry,” she pushed his hand away and slid out of the bed, in all of her naked glory and started pulling her clothes on. Tom pouted as he leaned up and rested his chin on his hand as he watched her get dressed.

“Can I call you and we can do this again?” he asked his voice hopeful, he’d had a really good night and he would have liked to see her again.

She giggled at him, running her fingers through his hair, “oh sweetie, you really don’t get the point of a one night stand do you? Once I leave we’re never gonna see each other again.”

Tom rolled his eyes with a disappointed sigh; who ever had come up with that rule was a fucking idiot. Beth finished getting dressed, threw her hair up into a bun before leaning over the bed to press her lips against Tom’s. Tom accepted the kiss, cupping her jaw and kissing her back.

“Thanks for the great night gorgeous, I still can’t believe that I was your first one night stand,” she paused for a moment, “what was your name again?”

Tom stared back at her in disbelief, his eyes wide as he felt offended and hurt.

“Tom,” he mumbled and Beth smiled, she didn’t even have the audacity to look embarrassed at the fact that she forgot his name, even though she’d been calling it out during the night.

“Oh yes of course, well thanks Tom,” she winked and slipped out of the room without as much as a backwards glance.

He moped around his room a little before shaking himself out of it, telling himself that Beth was merely a one night stand. This was why he didn’t sleep around, he simply cared too much, and he hadn’t thought that it had been a problem up until now. He showered and got dressed, checking his messages though he didn’t feel very sociable.

From: C.Rose, 5:45am

‘Uhhh, I can’t sleep, I’m far too drunk and I hate myself. I’m in work in like 5 hours, please send help xx’

Tom chuckled softly, feeling a little bit better as he typed out his reply.

To: C.Rose, 11:15am

‘Oh, noooo! I hope you feel better soon my darling and I hope work isn’t too much of a pain for you! Xx’

Tom flicked his laptop off and made his way out of his room and into the kitchen that opened out into the living room where Harrison was eating some breakfast and scrolling through his phone. He glanced up when he heard Tom walk into the room, smirking to himself, finding it funny that Tom looked so rough.

“Looking rough mate, are you feeling okay? Want any breakfast?” Haz chuckled and Tom narrowed his eyes at him as he sank onto the couch, stealing Haz’s coffee mug and taking a sip from it, smacking his lips loudly because he knew that it annoyed Haz.

“Nah, I’m not hungry and I actually feel okay, just tired. What are you doing today?” Tom leaned his head against the shitty, uncomfortable blue couch cushions as he looked at Harrison.

“I’ve got that interview in that coffee shop today; I’m leaving in about ten minutes.”

Tom nodded, chewing on his bottom lip, “mind if I tag along? I really need to get some writing done, somewhere where there aren’t as many distractions.”

“Sure,” Harrison smiled.

The two friends left ten minutes later and they walked out into the fresh New York air – it was a lot like the weather in London – even though the city was incredibly busy it perked Tom up a little instead of stressing him out. The smell of the hot dog stands made Tom’s stomach rumble and he immediately regretted not having breakfast, just the smell of the onion and sausage meat made his mouth water.

“Let me just get a hot dog,” he said sheepishly as Harrison rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips as he shook his head at Tom as Tom ordered a hot dog with everything on it. The first bite of the greasy goodness was heaven and Tom couldn’t help but moan in appreciation. Harrison pulled a face at his best friend.

“Uh, mate. It totally feels like I’m intruding; want me to leave you and the hot dog alone for a couple of minutes?”

Tom nodded, taking another bite, “yeah, that’d be nice. Thank you,” he joked, his voice slightly muffled from the food.

The two young men walked another couple of blocks until they were outside a cute little bookshop called, ‘as the plot thickens,’ with baby blue metal tables and chairs outside. Tom noticed that Haz was peering up at the building, his skin taking on a slightly green tinge as it always did when he was nervous or sick. He was probably feeling a little bit of both right now. Tom bit his lip and clapped his best friend on the shoulder in an attempt to cheer him up.

“Do you need a couple of minutes mate?” Tom asked, after a couple of beats Harrison took a deep breath and shot a grateful smile at Tom.

“No, I’m okay. Let’s do this,” Haz muttered more to himself as he ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair before he pushed open the door and the two Brits stepped inside.

Inside, it looked like a typical bookshop, homey and welcoming with books of every genre lining the walls. The smell of books mingled with the smell of fresh cakes and coffee, it was Tom’s idea of heaven. Even if Haz didn’t get the job – though Tom was sure that he would because he firmly believed that his best friend was great at everything – Tom would probably be in the shop a lot. It looked like a great place to write, ever since he’d been a little boy it had been Tom’s greatest ambition to write some sort of epic tale.

Tom and Harrison wove deeper into the bookshop, the amount of books lessening as they got closer to the café. Instead of books there were window seats that brought some light into the somewhat dark room, wing back leather chairs were seated around numerous smaller tables and secret alcoves. An antique looking fireplace had been built into the chocolate brown wall and Tom could bet that it would be amazing to sit by it and write in the winter.

“I’m gonna go and ask the barista where to go,” Haz smiled.

Tom nodded eagerly and glanced up to look behind the counter and it felt like his brain had short circuited for a split second. The girl working behind the counter was beautiful, she had long dark hair that Tom guessed would have framed her face beautifully, it was tied up with a couple of tendrils tucked behind her ear. Almost as if she could sense Tom’s eyes on her she glanced up and smiled at him softly when her eyes found his. Tom’s cheeks lit up with a blush and he quickly turned his attention back to Harrison.

“Damn, that barista is really bloody gorgeous,” Tom chuckled nervously as Haz rolled his eyes playfully.

“Please, try and keep it in your pants buddy, I heard that girl sneaking out this morning, you little whore,” Haz teased.

“Yeah, well that was just a one-time thing,” Tom sniffed, raising his eyes to the ceiling, trying to act like it had been his decision not to see Beth again.

Harrison chuckled, shaking his head as he waked over to the counter. The pretty barista smiled at Haz as he approached the counter and she took him into a room somewhere in the back of the shop. Tom dumped his bag onto the polished table; the loud thunk that it made caused other struggling writers to glance up at the newcomer before going back to their work. When the pretty girl came out of the room where she took Haz Tom walked towards the counter, dying to speak to her, butterflies creating havoc in the pit of her stomach.

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When Cass left her manager’s office she noticed the cute guy approach the counter, he’d been with the other cute guy who had had a killer British accent so it was probably the case for this guy. That curly hair really worked for him – along with his puppy dog brown eyes but Cass tried to ignore them. Some guys looked ridiculous with fluffy, curly hair but it worked wonders for this one.

“Hi, how are you?” he smiled, that slow British accent making every syllable sound much more attractive.

“I’m pretty hungover,” she grimaced, making the pretty stranger chuckle, “but otherwise I’m okay thank you, how are you?”

“I’m good,” he grinned, “could I get a large flat white please?” Cass nodded, took his money and got to work on his order.

“I take it that you’re staying in to wait for your friend?” she smiled at the Brit as he nodded, “I’ll bring it over for you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, go sit yourself down,” Cass winked, satisfied when a pink hue spread across his cheeks.

“O-okay, thank you,” he practically stumbled over his words before turning to walk back to his table.

Beside Cass her co-worker Jacob laughed out loud, “did you have to give that poor guy a heart attack?”

“It’s what I do best Jakey, thanks for having my back and getting me to serve him by the way,” Cass giggled, tracing a smiley face – instead of a leaf – in the coffee with the steamed milk.

“It’s Jacob, and you’re very welcome,” he beamed at her, Cass patted his cheek and she brought the coffee over to the British stranger.

“Thank you so much, nice touch by the way,” he chuckled, gesturing at the smiley face in the coffee, “I’m Tom by the way,” Cass smiled at him, the guy who she was talking to online was a British guy called Tom too. Though, the chances of it being this guy were very slim. Thankfully. She didn’t want to meet the online Tom in real life, he wouldn’t like her.

“I’m Cass, I love your accent by the way, where are you from?”

“Well thank you, I’m a native of South-West London darling,” he grinned at her cheekily.

She blushed lightly at the pet name that he gave her before walking back to the counter, resisting the temptation to turn back around and look at him. For the next couple of minutes Cass kept on stealing glances at Tom and vice versa, though Cass was never looking at him when he looked at her. She suspected that it was starting to annoy Jacob.

“Uh-oh,” Jacob sighed, causing Cass to look up to see one of her trust fund brat friends walk in, she was pretty notorious, “can you serve her?”

Cass smiled at him as Emily put in her order, “a regular vanilla latte please babe, the Starbucks that I usually go to recently employed my ex-boyfriend who is obsessed with me, this place really isn’t my scene,” she rolled her eyes, looking around with a distasteful look on her face, then she lowered her voice and looked at Jacob’s retreating back, “that guy is a huge nerd,”

What was this, high school? “He’s my co-worker Em.”

“You don’t actually like him right?” Emily demanded, Cass shrugged, biting her lip, an uneasy feeling in her gut. A couple of moments later Tom’s friend came out of the manager’s office beaming.

“Congratulations,” Cass smiled at him.

“Oh, thanks,” he grinned back before walking over to Tom, performing a victory air punch, like the one at the end of ‘The Breakfast Club’.

This probably meant that this wouldn’t be the last time that Cass would see Tom and she kind of felt pretty good about that.

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@void-imaginations @mutuallynotmutual @marvelellie

[neganandblake]

Part 2 of my Negan/Blake non-apocalypse AU! synopsis idea...

You can find part 1 here. 

[Note- this is not a full fic, just the synopsis of an AU! fic idea I thought I’d share with you.]

So when we left off, Blake was stuck in the rain staring into the bonnet of her broken down car on the side of the road, when Negan turns up....

Blake reluctantly realising she doesn’t have much choice, gets into his truck and goes with him. They arrive back at her house and much to her slight annoyance, the coach follows her up to her tiny porch. As she pushes open her front door she turns back to him. “Thanks…uhhh…” she utters, before he replies with a grin. “Negan…..or you can call me coach if you’d prefer?” But Blake rolls her eyes turning her key in her front door and giving it a shove open. “I think I’ll stick to Negan.” He smiles widely, before retreating back through the rain towards his awaiting truck parked up on the street outside.

Blake manages to get her car towed and fixed by Monday morning. But on arrival at the school sees Negan’s truck already parked up in that space, him obviously taking her advice and getting in extra early. But Blake is barely in work an hour, updating student contact details on the system, working at her PC, when she glances up and out of the window immediately to her right, to see Coach Negan out there, as right at that moment he looks her way too, spotting her and giving a wide devilish grin from across the playing field. And the moment the lunchtime bell rings, it’s not long before there comes a sudden knock on her open office door. Negan. Karen, an older woman in her late fifties who shares an office with Blake, shoots her a look, before sidling out of the room without a word, smiling to herself. Blake at Negan’s presence gives a small smirk, as the dark-haired man licks his lips and walks into the room gazing around interestedly, filling the room with his presence. “Can I help you?” Blake purrs. But coach Negan looks her way, raising her eyebrows. “Now this is a nice office, ” he comments. “Better than a locker room?” she bites back in reply, as Negan grins widely, shrugging. “I have a desk…” he says giving a sigh. “But it’s not got any fancy shit in it, like this room has.” Blake rolls her eyes, but ends up using up most of her lunch-break talking to this asshole guy as they swipe insults at each other, back and forth until Karen makes a reappearance causing Negan to slope off. “He’s a widower y’know,” the older lady uttered, despite Blake never actually asking the question, instead staring over at the empty doorway Negan had passed back through just a mere minute ago.

But like this it carried on for a few weeks after that. Every day, Blake and Negan would wordlessly fight for that open parking spot in the mornings,  and every lunchtime, the pair would banter back and forth talking about everything and yet nothing ever important in her office. They never discussed each other’s personal lives. Blake not bringing up her awful past and Negan ever talking about his deceased wife. Although Karen and few of the other office staff enjoyed commenting about him when he passed them with a nod or a teasing jibe which made all the older ladies giggle. “He was always a bit of a ladies man, but after his wife passed he had a bit of breakdown….grew that scruffy beard…didn’t really cope well.” And Blake never said a word in return, merely listening to their rumour and gossip, silently.

But one day…one normal day…Blake is leaving her office having worked a little later than normal, shrugging her black raincoat over her pencil skirt and blouse as she exited into the dark and almost empty parking lot, long after everyone else had gone home, walking out into the night on high heels and fishing in her purse for her car keys. When all of a sudden a sudden hand grasped hold of her upper arm roughly, spinning her around on the spot as he let out a squeak of fright. But her eyes widened to see that it was her ex David, swaying on the spot, looking angry, his breath reeking of alcohol. “W-What are you doing here, David?” she said warningly, trying to tug herself away, but his grip on her was too strong. “You’re coming home with me, Blakey,” he slurred. “I’m sick of this shit. You need to be with me where you fucking belong.” But Blake tries to pull away from him. “You’re drunk...” she commented, knowing full well what David was capable with a drink or two inside him. And that was exactly the reason she had left in the first place.

But right at that very same moment Negan was stood in the large gymnasium, doing a late night stock check of equipment before the big game tomorrow, when he heard raised voices coming from the parking lot outside. And so, picking up one of the baseball bats nearest to him, he headed out to investigate, soon coming across the sight of a blonde woman he recognised, trying to tearfully pull herself from the grips of a man currently yelling into her face furiously.

And so before he could help himself, Negan had gone over, his eyes blackening and shouting angrily at the man to back off, but David suddenly swings his arm out punching Negan across the face, splitting his lip, but in that moment, Negan saw daggers, clouting the man hard across his side, causing him to let go of Blake and go sprawling onto the floor, clutching at his ribs and crying out in pain. Negan leered over him threateningly, but the man relented, giving a whimper and promising Negan that he would never come near Blake again.

And with that, Negan had pulled Blake away back to the safety of the illuminated gymnasium by the hand. When they were both inside, Blake wiped at her face, sniffing and shaking her head. “I am so sorry….your face…” she said sadly, as he winced swiping his hand across his bloodied lip. “It’s fine. Wasn’t your fuckin’ fault, Darlin’.” But Blake leads him by the hand to her office where she makes him sit on the edge of her desk while she pulls out a first aid-kit, comes to stand in between his spread legs and dabs at his cut lip with a stinging ointment, apologising to him in quietness of the empty school, as she told him all about David and what he had done to her before all this, unable to look him in eye while she was confessing all this to him.

“I’m sorry, you probably don’t want to hear any of this…,” she says turning away ashamedly, but before she can fully turn away from him, Negan had gripped her forearm gently turning her back around to him, before confessing everything about him and Lucille, about how he had screwed around on her, before finding out she had terminal cancer, watching her die in front of him. From then he had become a broken man. That was eighteen months ago. Blake lifts a hand to his cheek. And after spilling all this pent-up hurt and pain to one another, both of them leaned in, in the silence of the night….their lips just a breath away from one another….

…but suddenly both of them are disturbed just as a sudden flashlight is shined into their eyes.

“Sorry I didn’t realise anyone was in here working late tonight...thought it was kids or somethin’,” came the croaky words of Al the night-security guard on patrol, as Blake pulls away from Negan, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I should get going home,” she murmurs, picking up her purse before throwing a backward glance at coach Negan. “Thanks again.”

But Negan just gave her a meaningful look. “Don’t mention it, Peaches…”

Do you guys like this??!? I just wanted to know if you want to hear more? As they’ve not quite reached their suburban life just yet…

[sh-dafugup]

a year ago last week i started that manager job (that i quit in october) so i’ve been reminiscing.

recovered memories from my previous job for when the one i have now feels like the worst thing in the world:

*i made thirty 911 calls in six months

*PARENTS LETTING THEIR KIDS HAVE BABY-POWDER FIGHTS, parents teaching their kids to shoplift, parents teaching their kids how to properly curse out and threaten employees for asking them to not ride carts through the store

*throwing out $100 in stolen half-eaten food a night (mostly vienna sausages and coconut water)

*professional pan-handlers chasing customers through the parking lot asking for specific amounts of money, professional shoplifters filling up backpacks with whatever they could and meeting their boss across the street to empty out and get paid,

*a cashier overdosed twice in two weeks while on the clock,

*another cashier who gave me some kind of antibiotic-resistant virus that lasted six weeks (who also let her toddler go with pink eye for so long her eyes crusted shut) brought in her boyfriends to shoplift during her shifts. She stole thousands of dollars from the registers and the safe (inside heist before i started working there that was never solved) over the course of two years. She was filmed by a customer stealing money from another customer by ringing up a sale and voiding it without opening the register after the first customer left. and she started stalking me when she found out the vigilant customer came to me with the video of her stealing and that i'd reported it and opened an investigation. I had to beg my boss to fire her even after he saw the video. when we met and i was introduced as her new manager, she asked me if i liked to party and said she "used to smoke crack" but she promised she "didn't anymore."

*a homeless man from the tent city behind the shopping center tried to murder another homeless man by the dumpsters behind our store by beating his head in with a pipe.

*the mafia landlord threatened me because i wouldn't let him shop after hours, his girlfriend filled her purse with whatever she felt like on a regular basis and corporate told me to back off when i reported it. i was told "just because i felt threatened doesn't mean I was".

uhhhh...

*being threatened by customers on a daily basis for refusing to process returns with fake or outdated receipts for $1 brooms, being threatened by customers for not breaking hundred dollar bills on sunday afternoons for one-dollar sales, being threatened by customers for not having more than one register open at 6 on a monday night (guy told me he was gonna take me outside and show me what customer service really meant), being threatened by customers for making closing announcements.

a man who ran a popular Dominican nightclub across the street came in at five minutes to closing on Cinco de Mayo, asked what colors were on the Mexican flag and asked for 50 helium balloons in each color. He got flustered and left when he realized it would take more than five minutes to inflate 150 mylar balloons. none of us understood why he was trying to capitalize on a holiday Dominicans don't celebrate but it moves booze and he figured it was worth a shot.

a cashier got fired for stealing money and merchandise and under-ringing hundreds of dollars of food for her friends. she came back to shop all the time. last time i saw her she tried to steal frozen pork chops but got nervous and left them by the doors when she thought we weren't distracted enough. she went to a hiring event at another value store up the road owned by our company, but she was turned away because they had her arrested a few weeks prior for retail theft.

one time we had about ten to fifteen associates come visit from other stores for a special merchandising remodel and they were all from stores in nicer areas where people are normal. none of them understood why we didn't have the doors propped open for our customers that morning. even the district manager at the time tried to warn them that it was a bad idea, but the visitors insisted it would be more welcoming to the neighborhood. we were robbed three times before noon. twice by the same guy. he liked to fill shopping carts with socks and just run for it.

uhhh....

the freezers breaking three times in one week and losing $4K in food, having to receive DC trucks until the day of a special mid-year inventory (red flag store) because my DM was the antichrist and refused to delay the trucks, and then receiving two more full trailers the next day cause another store in the district had a fire and they gifted us their shipments

i had to lock myself in the back office to get away from a screaming middle-aged white woman who was insistent that i was lying about the restaurant next to us having a public bathroom because we weren't allowed to let the public in our stock room to use the barely operational employee bathroom.

the shopping center supposedly being built on legit-i-shit-you-not INDIAN BURIAL GROUND and there being some kind of demonic force or presence in our storage basement that gave people what i can only describe as a sense of dread and violent mood swings from moments after entering the store until they left. it was kind of like a SHINING experience crossed with what happened to the dad in the original Amityville Horror. outside the store, people were completely different, like the moment they went outside the rage stopped. and sometimes homeless people would sneak in the basement and live there for a while. and the basement was full of chiggers and dust mites and bed bugs. any time we had to bring fixtures or seasonal pack-away's up we had to tape our clothes around our ankles and wrists.

one day someone hit a transformer so the entire south end of town had a blackout and when i closed the store until the power came back, one elderly customer refused to leave and stood around for an entire hour until he could make his purchase. GREATEST GENERATION, MY ASS. others outside ignored the fact that the restaurants, nail salon, grocery store and urgent care center had evacuated and tried to forcibly enter my store while cursing at me for locking the doors in the dark. our system stayed offline for hours after that and every sale we made wasn't entered in the system until we realized our registers were showing hundreds of dollars in "excess" cash. while we were on the phone with the help desk getting it sorted out, two people didn't show up for their shifts and another (the one with the needle habit) showed up early and overdosed behind the register in front of a nurse from the UC next door just trying to buy a soda on her lunch break.

and one time a Puerto Rican cashier made a remark about her neighbors playing Dominican music in the middle of the night in front of a Dominican customer and they physically fought while while the Dominican customer announced to the entire store in Spanish to any Dominicans in there that we were discriminating against them and that they should all get together and "do something about it." I had to call the cops to break up the fight. no citations issued, i just had the cops tell her she was banned for life.

this one time one of my cashiers attempted to physically discipline a customer who threatened one of my managers when she'd said something to the customer about their kid running around and screaming and throwing things. cops had to break that one up too.

oh and one day i went in on a mid-to-close shift and the bank next door had closed down in response to "OUR" bank down the street being robbed so we couldn't run our deposit or get change from anywhere in the area. and the opening manager who told me so also casually mentioned that a delivery driver told her that morning that the power box on the back of the building had been hit by a truck "or something" and that electricians would be by to look at it later in the day. when they showed up, it HAD been hit with something and I was told un-regulated power was pouring into the building, that it was a fire hazard, but power and light wouldn't be able to fix it for approximately two weeks. corporate insisted we stay open for business--they said a chance of an explosion didn't mean it necessarily would. when the electricians took the door off the box to check out the guts inside, they mentioned that the wires leading into the building looked out of regulation but were interrupted by a swarm of live hornets nesting in the meter box that poured out into their faces.

our phone line was split with someone else's in town so sometimes our store phone just didn't work. calls would cut out, we'd hear other people talking on the line. most of the 911 calls i made went like, "what's the number there at the store?" "oh, i'm calling from my personal cell, our phone is out of service." we never had it fixed.

human resources tried to fire me because an associate said i was cursing in the employee bathroom after a customer chewed me out for something trivial. I handed her my keys and walked out. I was the fifth person to hold that position in two years. at least two other people have had it since I left seven months ago.

[produce101imagines]

Live, Laugh, Drink?

R E Q U E S T !

Genre: Fluff

Member: Kim Jaehwan (ft. Park Woojin)

Summary: After a cool, casual drinking night at the house, an unexpected moment happens between Jaehwan and Woojin.

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Clink.

“And one more sip for our guest of honor: Y/N!” Daniel had heartedly laughed after announcing that statement for the fifth time already.

The six men cheered on as you rolled your eyes. Within the past hour, the legal-enough members had been drinking glass after glass, bottle after bottle. It wasn’t even your birthday, so why were they drinking in my name? Nothing big had happened; Jisung just threw this get-together so we could all spend time with each other. All 12 of us.

“Ok. Ok. Enough drinking. Let’s do somethi-” You were cut off by the slurring of a certain boy with the unique laugh.

“NoOOoOoo Y/N. The night- *hiccup* The night just... Uhhh,” Jaehwan trailed off and laughed a bit after forgetting what he said.

“Idiot... ‘Started’,” Minhyun lowly said with a playful tilt of his head as he lazily swayed in his seat.

“Ok and?? I’m ready to get waSTED. WHOOOO,” Jaehwan hollered and laughed, followed with the laughter of a few other members.

“As I was saying, before someone interrupted,” you paused to glance at Jaehwan who seemed to be laughing at his shoes or something at the ground.

“We should do something with, you know, all the members.” You explained to the more-than-tipsy members, hoping the underaged members were listening. After all, they weren’t doing anything anyway so they had no choice but to listen.

Daehwi popped up from the couch he was just laying on.

“Yeah! I’m so bored. I need to do something. No one wants to play the games with me. These people are so bori- O. M. G. I just got lightheaded from getting up so quickly,” Daehwi spoke quickly and carefully laid down.

“Pfft. Are you sure you got lightheaded from getting up so quickly or from firing words too quickly, chatterbox?” Daniel called out to Daehwi as Seongwoo gave Daniel a high-five. 

“Ughhh. Daehwi what should we do?” You asked the boy so he doesn’t feel too bad for getting picked on a bit.

“I don’t know. Guanlin and Jinyoung went to sleep already,” sighed Daehwi from the couch. 

“Jihoon! Go upstairs and sleep with them,” Sungwoon said to Jihoon who was already falling asleep.

“What? No. I’m gonna play whatever you guys are playing,” Jihoon sleepily trailed off. 

You heard Daniel and Jisung laughing quietly between each other. You raised your eyebrow at them and they straightened up and tried oh so hard to stop laughing but it wouldn’t work.

Jaehwan was still looking at something on the floor.

Jisung announced, “Ok. We’re playing truth or dare. I’ll start. Jihoon, I dare you to go sleep upstairs right now.” Everyone giggled a bit as Jihoon huffed and got up from the couch. He dragged his feet and heavily made his way to the room to sleep.

Daehwi popped up from the couch again. “My turn! Minhy-” Daehwi had already started to talk before Daniel cut him off.

“Uh, no. It’s my turn,” Daniel said as Daehwi frowned but still let him talk.

“Daehwi, I dare you to follow Jihoon and go sleep as well. It’s too late for you youngsters to be awake,” Daniel teasingly dared Daehwi.

Daehwi rolled his eyes but still made his way towards where Jihoon went, muttering something about how the older members aren’t fun with him and mocking Daniel.

As soon as you heard the door shut, you turned to the two MMO boys.

“What was that all about? Don’t you want to hang out with everyone?”

No one replied at first and the atmosphere turned a bit dull.

Seongwoo spoke up.

“One sip in honor of the underage members not being able to experience such a wonderful drink?” He sheepishly smiled after.

The whole table started to laugh and so did you. Seongwoo always managed to brighten up the mood in the right way.

After drinking a bit more, (you may or may not have drunk a bit of the alcohol) you started to hear Jaehwan’s laugh. He was, again, looking down at the ground and was wondering what he was laughing at. You decided to peek under the table.

You screamed as you saw Woojin crawl his way to you, wearing a scary mask.

“AHHH STOP! STOP! I’LL STOP DRINKING JUST PLEASE STOP!” You screamed and could’ve sworn you felt sober in that split moment.

Jaehwan and Woojin laughed. Woojin, being your best friend, knew how much you hated being scared. You easily got annoyed and sensitive whenever you got a bit spooked but this was a little too much.

“We got you!! We’ve been planning this for soooooo long,” Jaehwan laughed, slurred and hiccuped all at the same time. Woojin got up from under the table and laughed along with Jaehwan. Needless to say, you made quite some noise as everyone stared at you in a peculiar way.

“Ugh. Don’t do that. You guys are annoying. Why don’t you guys do something together that’ll make you two shut up,” you angrily spoke as you glared at the laughing pair.

Jaehwan seemed to have heard you and shrugged with a big smile on his face.

“Ok.”

Jaehwan then leaned up, exaggeratedly swung his arms around Woojin, pushed the hair out of his face and pushed his lips on to Woojin’s. Woojin had his eyes wide open, as did everyone else. The kiss, as still as a picture, lasted for about ten seconds. Before Jaehwan pulled away, you took a quick picture of the kissing scene, planning to use it to remind Jaehwan of what he did that one blurry night. The room was definitely quiet now.

“EW THE TASTE OF JAEHWAN’S LIPS AND THE ALCOHOL IS NASTY,” Woojin complained as he wiped away his lips, cheeks blooming into a deep red color.

“My lips taste better without alcohol. You can try a taste tomorrow,” Jaehwan playfully winked at Woojin. Woojin groaned and went to the kitchen to find something to wash the taste out of his mouth.

You were shocked. The members drinking had their eyes fixed on Jaehwan, with the exception of Jisung, Seongwoo and Daniel laughing and telling each other “I told you!”

“Uh... That was unexpected,” you carefully said.

Jaehwan shrugged and said, “But it did make us shut up, and that’s exactly what you wanted, didn’t you?” He sunk back into his seat and lazily glanced around the room.

You heard shuffling and muffled “Go. Go. They’ll see us. Hurry!” from Daehwi and Jihoon. They had witnessed the kissing scene and as soon as the door closed, you heard laughing, cheering, a bit of mock-gagging and lots of kissing noises. 

“So... Y/N. Wanna shut up together?” Seongwoo asked with a smirk and sent a flying kiss your way.

“Ok anyway, this night is over. I’m going to sleep with the younger members. Have fun,” you hurriedly spoke and made your way to the room with the younger members.

After washing up and laying down on the bed, you closed your eyes. Before you fell asleep, you heard the older members saying something but it was muffled. You then heard a distinct, loud kissing noise, followed by a series of cheers, hollering and Jisung, Daniel and Seongwoo laughing their butts off.

Jisung laughed in between his words as he said, “Woojin liked it so much that he went in for a second one!!” 

You rolled your eyes for the last time that night.

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Damn, things have really progressed over this past weekend with Michelle. I don’t wanna recap everything since so many things happened. I’ve seen her every day this entire week.

Tuesday - spontaneously went to Odesza together. Was a great concert, fun, moved in for a kiss and got it. Went to Seven to share food + drinks after, got a good night kiss when she left my car

Wednesday - met up to watch The Flash at night together. Then we edited photos together. I think I cuddled up with her slightly while watching The Flash. Uhm, planned to drive to class the next day together.

Thursday - didn’t walk her to class this time, but got a hug before splitting off! I think after my anthro class, I went to buy latte from Coral Tree Cafe. She saw me randomly there, and I said bye after I got my drink since she also had class soon.

Friday - great day tbh. I picked her up around 10ish for OC weekend adventure, then went to the Attic together. She really liked the food, liked the presentation, and liked the drink she bought. Her drink was pretty good tho. Afterwards, we chilled at my house for a little bit. I think in my bed, we cuddled a little bit and got a little kissy action. Afterwards, went to 7 leaves drive through, and went shopping at South Coast Plaza. After that, we went to kitakata ramen with Cat, and Michelle really liked both the fried chicken and ramen. Then, I realized that I forgot my condoms at SB... I was planning to sneak to Albertsons to buy them, but homie Cat hooked me up with 2 condoms. We dropped off Cat, then went to Round 1 for fun. We worked together and won a seal plushie, played some games, got some photos together at photobooth, and had a great time together. At night, we cuddled and watch The Flash together, then uh makeout sesh, and nearly had sex. Then we ended up talking, since she was a curious girl and asked many questions till like 6 AM.

Saturday - woke up, cuddled a bit, went to Cafe Maji, and she thought the place was cute. Then went to a pumpkin patch that had hello kitty! Was very cute, took photos of her, and some photos together. Then we went to eat at Vox Kitchen together, which is near my house. Oh, I forgot to mention she bought clothes several times like at South Coast Plaza yesterday and at a thrift shop during wait for Vox Kitchen. Vox Kitchen’s food was soo good, and she really enjoyed her food too. She loved every place I took her to so far. Then we went drinking at The Past Memories with my friends Cat and Jenn. We drank soju, and had a good time. At night, was pretty tired, but managed to cuddle, make out, found out she was weak to neck kisses, and then banged for first time.

Sunday - woke up, went to roasting waters since she’s never been before, got Cauldron ice cream which she enjoyed, then went to Irvine Spectrum to walk around together. We held hands :O, got honey and butter, she bought clothes at garage, and then left to go to Perch. I made a reservation at Perch at 5 PM, the restaurant was very nice, great view, got filet mignon while she got steak frites, and got two drinks. It was a nice dinner, she said it was a great date weekend, and honestly the weekend was amazing. I really had a lot of fun with her tbh. Then we walked around to Grand Central Market(?) which has eggslut, and walked around holding hands. Then we stopped by some korean market, so she could buy kimchi haha. I bought some soju and sake~ On the way back to SB, it was really nice too actually. I was holding her hand during the long car ride, and it was just nice being with her. Chloe was using the room uhhh, so Michelle needed to kill time. So we went to my place, chilled, edited some photos, and cuddled + kissed a bit + I realized that I get to freely grope her and it’ll be ok LOL. Dropped her off at her place around midnight, and she said she had fun :)

Monday - ended up studying at my place together at night. It got late, she was super sleepy, so managed to get her to sleepover. We cuddled, made out a lot, had sex, and gave each other hickeys lol...  Then we slept pretty late at like 4 AM or something. 

Tuesday - We woke up at like 9 AM, since she had to go back to her place for maintenance to come. Then I picked her up at her place pretty much an hour after seeing her, since we were going to class together. I walked her to class holding her hand, and then kissed good bye. Wow much progress lol. Then we were texting/snapchatting a bit, and ended up getting dinner together. She tried to pay for me, but I didn’t let her. After dinner together, I dropped her off and we held hands in the car, then kissed good bye. Made plans to study together next time, while she’s in super isolated study mode for her big 50% of her grade midterm. Now, it’s late, I’m about to sleep. Idk I feel like I’m falling for her. I’m a bit worried if we’ll ever last long term, but I guess not all relationships need to last long term. I should just enjoy my time with her now, and whatever happens happens. Hopefully I’ll spend more time with her this week. A bit scurry falling for someone ;o