#we've had these dishes since like. forever

[thefallenangel2008]

GUYS. Yesterday I was putting the dishes in the cupboards, and that's when I REALIZED...

RED, BLUE, AND YELLOW TRIANGLES!!!!😭😭😭

[confetti-critter]

bruh I finally get over my debilitating anxiety about donating to gaza related fundraisers because theres so many ppl that need help and idk where to begin and i never feel like my money is helping at all and the

fucking website won't load 8D

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

UPDATE What's up, it's the proposal guy. You said you wanted to know how this turned out, so I figured I'd tell you. First some context though, because I'm mean and I wanna keep you in suspense longer.

1- I don't wanna doxx us so I'm not telling you where we live, but suffice to say, neither of us are American, and gay marriage has been legal here for less than five years. For both of us, this is the first relationship we've had where marriage was even an OPTION, and I think that's where we've been getting some of that whole 'this has to be a REAL proposal with EVERYTHING' idea.

2- I gotta figure out how to explain this properly. So, I'm pretty used to being the GUY guy in relationships? I was always the one who did the nice gestures, not the one they got done for. Before I met my dream guy, I didn't really notice or care that it was such a thing, I just assumed that's how shit worked. Also, I promised I wouldn't talk a lot about his stuff here, but his last boyfriend before me SUCKED. Anyway point here is, it turns out we both REALLY like feeling swept off our feet sometimes, and a big part of finding each other has been getting to feel special for once? That's a stupid sappy way of putting it the point here is I think all that's what morphed into "I need to be the one getting proposed to, also it has to be completely perfect", and then our Petty & Extra genes got involved.

So I'm sitting in bed thinking about all that up there, and watching all the comments coming in basically being like "Dude, you are BLOWING this" on repeat, and telling me to compromise, and I look up and see him flossing in the bathroom and making all these doofy faces at the mirror, and it's like a switch just flips in my brain, and I'm like "Oh, I'd rather he gets to have his perfect proposal than we both have an okay one". I'm gonna do it.

Morning rolls around, and while I'm 'out for my jog like normal' I hit up a pawn shop for a temp ring (the ring pop thing is cute but NOT HIM). I found one I was at least confident wouldn't get ruined the first time he got his hands greasy (he fixes old machines as a hobby it's hot as hell), got back home, and hid the box in the toe of my nasty ass workout shoes in the bedroom closet, since I figured he'd check there last.

He was still asleep, because he stays up late no matter what and then is SHOCKED he's tired the next day, so I called and booked a table at our usual anniversary spot. (Side note about the 'he picks bad restaurants' thing. This isn't an 'I like Greek, you like Chinese' situation, dude's just BAD at finding places. He either assumes pricey is tasty and I get to eat some overrated gourmet bullshit, or he'll try and find something hip and underground and risk giving us food poisoning again, and he REFUSES to give up and pick somewhere we've been before when it's his turn to plan date night. I'm obsessed with him <3.) Date was set, I'd propose on the 21st.

Some of you might have noticed this, but fun fact! It's currently the 16th.

Last night I'm doing dishes and he's been sent to our room for mug collection duty, and he's taking FOREVER, so I go check just in case he found the ring, because the man's a gift tracking BLOODHOUND. Turns out he hasn't, he's found my Angry Box.

I assume other people have an Angry Box? Basically, we had this huge messy fight right when we first moved in together, and I never wanna let it get that bad again, so I have this shoebox where I keep a bunch of our stuff I can look at if we're fighting and hopefully cool off. There's one of those photo booth roll things, letters we wrote when he moved back with his parents for COVID, the wine cork from our first date, shit like that. Anyway, he's just sitting on the floor staring at it, and I explain about the Angry Box, and then he! Proposes!!! Kind of.

He definitely didn't have anything prepared, because by 'propose' I mean 'ugly cried & rambled at me for several minutes before I figured out it WAS a proposal', but once I got on the same page it was amazing. I said yes, and he had to admit he didn't have a ring for me because he was CONVINCED he'd win and I'd do it, so I grabbed mine because, yeah, he was right. He was like "this is the ugliest ring I've ever seen" and I was like yeah well the plan is to replace it later and he went "No. You can pry this off my cold dead fingers. After I'm buried with it." So I guess it's not a temporary ring anymore.

I'm just gonna go ahead and skip to this morning. I pointed out we still have the reservation, and he said I should propose there anyway because "We can get a free dessert. They have those creme brulee shot glasses you like. And for love, or something" and I said ok deal, but that means you gotta get me a ring to keep it fair, and his eyes LIT UP. When I swung by his work for lunch he was still on the phone with a jeweler and he had a whole page of notes on three other ones. Pray for me.

OH PS: I was RIGHT that he'd been the one behind the cat biting me, but it wasn't about the proposal stuff, it's because I paid my baby sister three dollars to shout 'fuck you' every single time he enters a room she's in for (if you ask me, he should be madder at my sister for charging so little), and he did it by giving her a bunch of treats for biting his hands too, so now neither of us can pet our baby girl without oven mitts on. HOLY SHIT I love this man.

Oh my goddddddd I love everything about this <333 I awwww'd out loud on a voice call, like, six times while reading. You two are friggin perfect for each other and so obviously smitten with each other and I wish y'all all the happiness in the world

PS Are y'all planning to have a big wedding? If so oh boy I can't WAIT to get that one in the inbox

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[hisonlyreid-er]

School Girl Crush Pt 2

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5| A new BAU member appears and Spencer sees her as a little threat to his status of boy genius. Being unable to get comfortable with each other causes some issues within the team. Will they be able to move past it and work together?

Spencer Reid x FemBau!OC Warnings: canonical violence, guns, knife, angst if you squint, 1 singular swear word

Since joining the BAU, we've been working case to case. As we worked, I grew closer to the team, getting more accustom to their individual personalities and dynamics. I had now been living here for two and a half months.

I sat on my couch, phone to my ear as I listened to the voice on the other end. "Are you sure you're doing ok Lyn?" Rolling my eyes, I stood from the couch. "Mum. I'm fine. Everything is going really well." Keeping my phone between my ear and shoulder, I begun to clean up the dishes I left in the kitchen from last night. "I'm just worried." My eye checked the clock, noting my need to get ready for work. "I know you are but you don't need to be. I can protect myself and I trust my team members." I hear her sigh through the phone. "Ok. I have to go and I'm guessing you do too." A little smile formed at her reluctant tone. "Yeah I do. I have to be at work in like an hour." I took hold of the phone again having finished cleaning. "You need to call me sooner next time. And make sure to talk to your brother, he misses you." "Yes mum. I have to go. Bye, love you." I had to start getting ready for work. "Bye hon, love you too." The call cut off and I was glad. Of course I love my mum but sometimes she was so overbearing. For the last hour she had talked my ear off about some random drama about Sharon's affair and a wheelie bin mix-up. Then she told me about how dangerous the US was and proceeded to lecture me about my choices. Not even being on a different continent could stop my mums annoying habits.

5:21. Shit. It was a 15 minute drive to headquarters. I needed to get a move on.

5:58. Perfect. I liked to be punctual. However, because of my need for punctuality, I had run around my apartment like a crazy woman, tripping over my discarded possessions. I mentally swore to myself about the mess I left everything in. In my rush, I hadn't had time to deal with my hair. The ginger frizz was extremely unprofessional and I noticed when I caught sight of myself in a window. I stood in the lift, wrestling the waves into a messy ponytail. It would do. Just to make sure I was prepared, I flicked through my bag to ensure I had everything I needed.

As I walked towards my desk I spotted Morgan. A little detour wouldn't hurt. I pivoted and headed towards the kitchen. "Mornin'." He looked a little shocked at my sudden appearance. "Oh, hey Colesta." He was pouring himself a mug of coffee. "Want some?" I turned my nose up and I shook my head. "Oh right, I forgot. You only like a cuppa tea." The stereotypical British accent was so bad. I shot him a dirty look but reached for the kettle because I in fact did want a cup of tea. Stupid stereotypes. "You're here early." I didn't look up as I spoke, checking I had my keys. Forever paranoid. "Unlike some of you, I'm normal and like sleep but, I have some paperwork left from the last case that I want to finish before the next one." His explanation made sense. "We have a case?" I hadn't gotten the usual call so it must be fairly recent. "Yeah, I ran into Hotch on my way in. Sacramento." I had never been there. It felt strange being excited to visit new places when the reason we are there in the first place is so horrible.

"Better got on that paperwork mate. You're running out of time." A little laugh and he was gone. I took my mug and finished making my tea. A few more people had trickled in. On the way to my desk I passed by Prentiss and greeted her but she was never a morning person. Dr Reid wasn't here yet but he usually arrived at 6:15 considering the train times. Rossi was probably in his office, mulling over something or other. Settling into my seat, I retrieved everything from my bag, folders, files, pens. I had just started to go over my report for the last case a final time, being meticulous. My phone vibrated in my pocket with a message. I prayed to everything holy that it wasn't my mum sending me another article about a shooting in a state a 6 hour drive away. Luckily, the name on the screen wasn't my mum, it was Garcia. Come here right now and tell me everything about your date!!!!! Then there was an obnoxious amount of emojis. Deciding it was best not to defy her wishes, I grab my mug and start to journey to her little cave. On my way out I ran into Dr Reid who was just arriving. "Morning Dr Reid." I didn't stop. The chances were that he wouldn't acknowledge me so I tried not to dwell on it when I recieved no response.

Garcia sat me down and made me spill every detail of last night. "He was nice..." The look she gave me could have killed. "That can't be it. Where did you go? What did you wear? What did he look like? How did he act? You have to tell me everything Colesta." She pointed a threatening finger in my direction. "He took me to that Italian restaurant, the one with the massive pizzas. I wore that red top with a pair of black trousers, you picked my outfit." That reminded her. "Oops, yeah, sorry." Her hands prompted me to continue. "He was blonde. He's what I think a surfer dude looks like. Yeah. He was nice but that was it. His name was Tom and he was just kind of shallow. Maybe my standards are too high but he just wasn't anything I was looking for." I leant back in the chair, sipping my tea. "Why not? What're you looking for?" I thought for a moment. I had only known her for 2 months but Penelope was my closest friend here. "A gentleman, someone who opens a door for me, offers me his jacket. And he knows that I can open my own door but he wants to do it for me, y'know? He needs to be kind, considerate and has to understand that looks aren't everything." I sighed a little as I stared at the wall behind her head. "Understandable. Some men are trash. I can look through some data bases if you want, find you a boyfriend that way." I laughed, properly, for the first time in a while. "While I appreciate to offer, that's not entirely necessary Garcia. I'm not that bothered by dating right now." My phone pinged as I finished talking. Roundtable, 30 minutes. I hoped Garcia would let me leave. I went to stand up but she grabbed me and stopped me from getting up. "You've got 30 minutes. I'm not done with you yet Colesta." Dread settled in my stomach.

As I walked into the room, Penelope was bounding behind me, elated with everything I'd told her. "What's got you so happy baby girl?" I slumped into my chair, opening the folder on the table in front of me. "I've just got all the details about Colestas date last night." That drew some surprised looks. Agent Hotchner wasn't in the room yet so there was no one to save me from this. "You forgot to mention that, mate." I glare at Morgan as he mocks me. If this was one of my friends back home I would've flipped them off but I wasn't back home and this was a colleague. I just turned my attention to the case file. A nudge hit me in the side. I looked at Prentiss. "A date, huh? How was it?" Yeah, I wasn't getting out of this. "He wasn't great, kinda shallow." I prayed that was it. It wasn't. A barrage of questions ensued. I should never have told Garcia about my date. As I look around the table I see Dr Reid looking frustrated by the conversation and the lack of concentration on the case at hand. Like an angel descending from heaven, Agent Hotchner walked into the room. I was utterly mortified as he rose an eyebrow, hearing the discussion at hand. He caught my eye and I practically pleaded with him. "We have a case. You can talk about Agent Colestas love life in your own time." Now that wasn't quite what I was hoping for but it worked well enough.

This case was one of the tougher ones, having us stay in Sacramento for 4 days already. We were all exhausted, struggling to accurately profile this guy. The clock was ticking as a new body could show up at any time.

It was 1 in the morning and I hadn't left the precinct yet, my brain firing at 100 mph as I try to piece together anything I could. My back ached from the plastic chairs and my horrendous posture. Dr Reid was stood by the whiteboard in the room. We never really spoke much, more like tolerated each others presence. I tried to get to know him when I first joined the team but I was met with a brick wall. It was a little saddening at first but I got over it, Garcia told me he didn't warm up to people easily and we'd get there eventually. I wanted to believe her but sometimes it just felt pointless.

"What if we profiled this wrong? Maybe he's not a sadist. He shows no empathy for his victims, humiliating them right up until he kills them. And every after they're dead, he humiliates them by staging them publicly. It's more likely that we are dealing with a narcissist." I was mainly thinking out loud but my ramblings brought Dr Reids attention to me. I couldn't stop the hint of pride I felt as he seemed to consider my idea. "That would explain the methods of disposal. But I think we need to focus on victimology." This was the longest time we'd spoken in the last 2 months I'd been a member of the team.

I stood from my chair, walking over to the board with the photos of the victims. There was nothing obviously similar about them. Each woman had a different hair colour, was a different race, had different eye colours and had no noticeable overlaps in any other aspect of their lives. Pattern recognition was one of my strong points so this was so frustrating. I just stared at the pictures, hoping that I would have an epiphany. Dr Reid had moved to examine some of the folders again, even though he knew them off by heart. Stupid eidetic memory. It was always a little surprising how high IQs can effect people differently. Dr Reid had an IQ of 187 and he could read 20,000 words per minute and could remember everything due to his eidetic memory. I, on the other hand, had an IQ of 174 and while I couldn't do anything near what Dr Reid could, I excelled in the more emotional, mental side of things. During my time with the NCA, I was the lead interrogator in the unit because of my ability to get into their head and use it to get the answers we seeked. Some people in the past had just called me straight up manipulative but it was part of the job and I was pretty good at it. It cause some issues when it came to dating, I was constantly worried about profiling my date and scaring them off.

Dating. My eyes grew wide as a spark flickered in my mind. "Were all the victims single?" I asked the human computer. He thought for a moment before shaking his head. "Victim 3 was married." I looked at the pictures from Victim 3's autopsy. No ring. That's pretty common among married victims, the unsub removes it, keeps it as a trophy but that wasn't the case here. "There's no line." Dr Reid looked up, confused. "What?" Everything was being pieced together in my head. "It's sunny here, right. She had tan lines from the straps of her clothing but not one on her hand. She hasn't been wearing her wedding ring." I hadn't even finished my sentence before I grabbed my phone, calling Garcia. "My amazing brain is at your service." Her sunny attitude lifted my mood a little. "Hey Garcia. Can you check Maria Gardener? Check bills, withdrawals, spending. Anything that might show issues in her marriage." I hear the clacking of keys as I spoke. "Any examples to guide me?" I tapped my fingers against my thigh, a habit I needed to break. "Lots of hotel stays, excessive spending. Maybe she even hired a lawyer recently." Dr Reid was flicking through the files as I spoke, clearly understanding my train of thought. "Bingo! Mrs. Gardener has had 5 lengthy hotel stays in the past 3 months. And a nice cherry on top, there's a receipt from a local pawn shop for an engagement ring. Safe to say that marriage was pretty much gone." That was it. "Garcia, I am so in love with you it's not even funny." I hung up the phone and started my hunt. There had to be the connection. I looked at the victims clothes. They were all from different social classes but each one of them seemed to be dressed nicely. "They were going on a date with the unsub." The final piece fell into place. "But we found nothing online to show the victims going out to meet someone, no mentions as a date." Silly Dr Reid. "The unsub is playing on what most women want. A meet-cute. He's bumping into them in a coffee shop or another place they frequent. They exchange numbers, he uses a burner phone and a fake name, but he tells them he'll pick them up at 7. No online exchanges as he plays it old school."

The rest of the team were out trying to find a coffee shop open at the time. None of us were planning to sleep tonight. My first call was the Agent Hotchner. He picked up on the 2nd ring. "Hotchner." He was about to have his socks blown off. "It's Colesta. We've figured out how he's finding his victims." I couldn't help the little smile I had. "Let me patch Morgan in." I pulled the phone form my ear and dialed Morgan. "Morgan." Why does everyone answer the phone like that? "We know how the unsub is finding his victims." I was itching to explain. "Ok, you're on speaker. I've got Prentiss and JJ here." Any bit of exhaustion had been wiped from my body. I explained everything I'd pieced together. The rest of the team added other ideas, everyone agreeing that it made sense. The call ended and I dropped into the chair next to me. "How did you figure that out?" Dr Reid questioned, as he continued to flick through the various sheets of paper adorning the table. "I was just thinking about that date I had, got the cogs turning." I was a little shameful as his gaze turned to me. "That's a bit unprofessional." My cheeks burnt red. His whispered comment. There goes any progress I hoped we had made.

We had found him. Michel Ines. 32 years old. The vest was tight against my chest, creating a sense of security. My gun was raised as we circled the building. There was a missing woman that we suspected to be inside. Our main goal was getting her out safely. I was paired up with Morgan. His fist banged on the door. "Michel Ines. This is the FBI, come out with your hands up." Morgans voice boomed but there was no response. We didn't expect him to give up easily. We exchanged a look before he kicked the door in. I moved into the dark house first. The rest of the team was spread out around the building. Morgan and I moved together, clearing the house as we went. A muffled thud could be heard beneath us. We knew what to do. Locating the stairs was easy. I took in a deep breath as we began our descent into the basement. I went first, taking each step slowly. Why did is always end up in a basement?

The damp, dark of the basement was suffocating as I took the finally few steps. Morgan was still near the top of the stairs. She was alive. I could hear muffled cries echoing through the empty space. "Michel Ines. FBI, come out with your hands up." It was worth a shot but nothing. The cries erupt again at the sound of my voice. I take a step into the darkness, towards the noise. My mouth opens to call out to the woman. The words died in my mouth as someone tackles me, my gun flying out of my hand. A grunt erupts from me as my side hits the hard concrete. Morgans footsteps as close. The cool metal of a knife hits my face. With all my strength, I push back, trying to keep as much distance between me and the blade meant for my head. A quick pain blooms on my cheek but I don't let it distract me. The surprise of the attack and the size of this man meant I couldn't do much but fend him off. Luckily, Morgan appeared just in time, dragging the unsub off me and works on getting his weapon off him. The desperate cries are back and I'm on my feet instantly. I knew Morgan could deal with him, my focus was on Lucy Williams, the missing woman being kept in the basement.

As I round the corner, I see her. She's tied to a chair in the middle of the room. A blindfold covers her eyes and a gag is in place to keep her quiet. Kneeling down in front of her, I took hold of the blindfold. She thrashed in the chair, clearly terrified. The second the fabric is off, I hold my hands up. "Lucy. I'm with the FBI and we're here to get you out." She frantically nodded at me, telling me she understood. I pulled the gag from her mouth, watching as she took deep breaths through her sobs. I block out her thank you's as I moved to untie her. Bruises scattered her skin. With my pocket knife, I sawed through the rope. It dropped away from her. I had to stop her from jumping up from the seat. All signs of struggling had stopped. "Colesta. I'm taking him up. You got her?" I started my check over of Lucy, making sure she could walk. "Yeah, I got her. Is my gun out there?" I realised I had lost sight of it when the unsub tackled me. "Its out here." He sounded further away as he left the basement. I'd grab it on the way out. The woman seemed a little bruised but mostly ok. I let her stand up from the chair. She seemed a little shaky on her feet so I slid my arm behind her back, keeping her tucked into my side as I guided us towards the stairs. The light from upstairs came into view. I spotted my gun on the floor and stopped to pick it up, returning it to my holster.

With a steady pace, I led Lucy out of the basement. I got her out of that house. As we emerged on the porch, the paramedics had just pulled up. She's taken from me and led towards the ambulance. "Thank you." I heard her whisper as she accepts the help. I see Morgan closing the door on the unsub, preparing him to be locked up for a long time. Relief engulfs me as I realise the case is finally over, we've locked away another murderer. Agent Hotchner approached me, his ever stoic look on his face. "Agent Colesta." I start to loosen the straps on my vest. "Agent Hotchner." I give a small smile to my boss. Morgan appeared next to me. I didn't even notice him walking over. "You took quite the hit there Colesta. You good?" Agent Hotchner looked over at me. "Go see EMS." The order rattled me a little. I was absolutely fine. Annoyance bubbled as he didn't waver, his stare commanding. "I'm fine." I pulled at my vest, a twinge of pain appearing in my side. My face must have shown it. "Go see EMS. That's an order Colesta." I huff but follow commands, walking over to the nearest ambulance.

I was vaguely aware of a stinging on my left cheek. Oh yeah. The knife. Clearly I didn't have an eidetic memory. The paramedic got me to sit on the edge of the open door as he cleaned my face. He was just about to give me the all clear when Morgan walked past. "Gotta check her side man, don't let her fool you." I shot him a dirty look as the paramedic turned back to me. With his help, I got my vest off and I realised that I might be a little hurt. Stretching up caused pain to flare up my side. I lift the hem of my blouse, revealing my side. A bruise was already forming and took up most of the skin. The next few minutes were quite painful as he checked for any breaks. Thankfully, nothing was broken but I would be bruised for a while.

We gathered all our belongings, preparing to go home. I received a clap on the bac from Prentiss, kind words from JJ and a very, very brief side hug from Rossi. I was actually proud of myself. I was. Until I happened to glance over to Dr Reid. There was an almost disgusted look on his face as he looked at me. My heart sank. "That's a bit unprofessional." That rung in my mind on the jet, on the drive home, sat in my empty apartment, working at my desk. His words didn't leave my head for weeks, leaving me in a constant state of uncertainty. Goddamn Dr Reid.

[themultifandomgal]

Matt- Not Long To Wait

"Aren't you meant to be resting? Strict orders from Natalie?" Cruz asks as he and Matt help me to sit down

"I am. I'm going to sit here while Matt does his paperwork"

"You sure you'll be ok?" Matt asks scared to leave me

"Yes I'll be fine. I'm in a room full of firemen and two paramedics, I'll be fine"

"If your sure" Matt places a kiss on the top of my head "if anything's wrong you tell someone to get me"

"Yeah yeah off you go" Matt walks off towards his office. Gabby comes to sit opposite me smiling

"Do you feel ready?" She asks

"Yes and no. I'm ready not to be pregnant and worry so much, but I'm also freaking out because Matt hasn't even built the crib yet. We've got it but it's not built"

"Hey YN Cindy has been going through some old baby things if you want them? You and Matt can come over and take a look. Have what you want"

"Thanks Herrmann" a cup of hot tea is then placed in front of me by Sylvie "you guys need to stop fussing. Your worse than Matt and Kelly at home. You knew I haven't washed the dishes once since I found out I was pregnant" I laugh shaking my head

"Damn Matts setting up all of us to fail" Cruz yells from the couch. I then wince feeling the baby kick me in the ribs

"Woah woah you ok?"

"Yes I'm fine stop panicking" I tell Chris "you've had plenty of kids to know that babies like to kick their mothers and break their ribs"

"You'll miss it when baby arrives"

"Do you know what your having?" Gabby asks

"No we want to be surprised. We don't care if baby is a girl or boy. Just want them to be healthy" I rub my stomach feeling the baby move

"Do you want anything to eat?"

"Yeah. You got chicken nuggets and ice cream?" I ask for my craved food

"Yeah, but please tell me your not going to dip the nuggets into the ice cream"

"Errr" I then just smile at Cruz who shakes his head "well I'd say you could go and get me a McDonald's and I'll have their chicken nugget meal"

"Just so you can dip the fries in the shake or ice cream" I give Cruz a pout. He sighs "fine I'll go and make you some chicken nuggets"

"Thank you"

After a few hours Matt is finished everything he needs to do we get in his car and head home

"Baby hasn't stopped kicking me today" I groan feeling uncomfortable. Matt places his free hand on my stomach

"Hey little one. Can you stop wriggling and kicking so much. I think your making mommy feel uncomfortable and sore" for whatever reason, Matt talking to the baby and touching my bump help settle the little one down

"Thank you" I sigh leaning my head on the window of the car

"Don't go to sleep on me. We're only 2 minutes away from home"

"I'm just resting my eyes"

"Famous last words" I hear Matt mutter

"I'm not going to be able to fall asleep in 2 minutes am I? It takes me forever to sleep"

"I can't wait for little one to be born"

"Me either"

We finally arrive home. Matt helps me out of the car and down onto the couch. Matt sits next to me while I stuck on the TV I curl up under a blanket with Matts arms around me and my head on his shoulder

"You need to build the crib" i mutter feeling my eyes struggling to stay open

"I will, tomorrow I promise"

"I don't think we have long left" I tell him"

"We're not booked in for another 3 weeks"

"Baby will be here before then. I can feel it"

"Ok whatever you say" and with that I can't stay awake any longer. I fall asleep on the couch feeling so loved and warm. Now we're at the homestretch, I can't wait to have this baby.

[love-minor-poltergeist]

omg can you imagine the confusion when you explain Werner is your partner?

like you have a friend over at your house and they ask you „you said you have a boyfriend, right? is he home? how’d you guys meet?“ and you’re like „oh you know he’d been living in my walls since forever and I’ve always heard him scuttle around but I didn’t actually meet him until two years ago. he should be in his workshop right now!“ and then you point to a mouse hole jdkdkfoikfjd 😭

A/N: This idea sat in my brain for days and I just had to write a little ficlet for it-

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"I... see," your friend says, offering a shaky smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

You invited her over to your small hovel for a cup of coffee and some desserts. It's been ages since you last spoke to her, as she's moved off the isles to pursue her dream job. And while she's sweeter than peaches normally, a part of you feared she'd react this way.

Still, she remains polite and refrains from making any comment. She takes a cautious sip from her mug, all the while shifting her gaze from you to the mouse hole in the wall.

"H-how... How long have the two of you been dating now, dear? What was his name again?" she asks, now fixedly staring at the hole in the wall.

"Oh!" you grin. "We've just started dating not too long ago actually! Maybe around two months now? It just sort of happened, ya know? It took some getting used to, but Werner's a total sweetheart once he warms up to you!"

"Werner? Is he German?" she looks back to you, brow raised.

"Technically, yes! Buuut," you lean towards her, voice taking on a conspiratorial whisper. "I'm pretty sure he hams up the accent. I've heard him drop it a couple of times. It's actually funny-"

"Mein Liebling," a small voice interrupts.

Both you and your friend whip your heads towards the wall-- to Werner's little mouse hole. You're both met with the sight of a disgruntled Werner, overalls marred with oil stains and helmet askew. His gaze drifts over to your guest, and he grows sheepish.

"Ah, Guten Tag," he awkwardly waves.

He's completely forgotten that you were inviting someone into the house, and Werner suddenly feels all too aware of his disheveled appearance. The rat shakes his head, turning back to you as he fights to ignore the stranger's stare burning into his side.

"Have you seen the can opener? I thought I had left it at my station the other night-"

"Oh, yes! Sorry, I had to borrow it for a minute! Let me just..."

You rise from your chair, easily reaching the kitchen in a few strides to grab the said tool from the dish rack. Without a second thought, you made your to your boyfriend's little hidey-hole and carefully placed it in his outstretched hands.

"Danke schön," he nods to you before skittering back inside, the sounds of muffled metal scrapes shortly following in his wake.

All you can do is quietly smile and mentally coo at how small he is before you settle back into place at the table. Blissfully unaware of your friend's incredulous stare you grab your coffee cup and look back to her, smile still in place.

"Sorry about that! He's usually tinkering away at all hours of the day! So, uh, he can be a little socially...clumsy, so to speak."

"Uh.. huh," your friend nods, eyes distant as she not-at-all subtly looks over your shoulder. "...You sure know how to pick them, eh?"

"Oh, it could be worse. He tried to shoot me the first time we met, but things are better now-"

"I beg your pardon?!"

╰ ─┉─¡! • !¡─┉─╯

[hvghes]

i miss you, im sorry ft. quinn hughes

pt 1

Do you remember happy together? I do, don't you?

there was never a day that passed where the old couple didnt think about each other. about every happy memory. about where it all went wrong. they could’ve still been happy together, in love in Vancouver. but she left. she was heartbroken leading him to become heartbroken.

You said, "forever," in the end I fought it Please be honest, are we better for it?

forever. the word they always used. “i love you. you’re my forever.” “we will be together forever.” it was all a lie. nothing was forever. not since the break up. and especially not since quinn got a new girlfriend. some blonde girl he met at a bar after a game. every dream he had with you went out the door the same moment you walked out.

Thought you'd hate me, but instead you called and said, "I miss you" I caught it

quinn left many voice messages. your heart broke the moment you listened to them. you play them over and over since he moved on. “i know i wasn’t there much but i promise if you come back it’ll be different. you’re my everything. everything hurts without you and im so sorry. im sorry that i didn’t notice. everything got so hard that i wasn’t in the right head space. im sorry..” “i miss you” it came out as a whisper but you still heard it. you cried for hours. you missed him.

But I only saw you once in December I'm still confused

December. possibly the worst month. the month you walked out only for a year later the next December for him to have a new girl. you were back in Vancouver for work and decided to get a few drinks with some old friends. thats when you saw him. the ex love of your life with another girl in his lap. your heart shattered in that moment, before he could see you, you told your friends you weren’t feeling well and left.

You said, "forever," and I almost bought it I miss fighting in your old apartment Breaking dishes when you're disappointed I still love you, I promise

there were small arguments here and there. but everything always ended on good terms. life was perfect with quinn. he was your home and you were his. you were the one thing that brought him comfort and peace. his family loved you. your family loved him. they knew you guys would get married. the love and connection you had was strong. the love never died. even if he had a new girl.

Nothing happened in the way I wanted every corner of this house is haunted and I know you said that we're not talking but I miss you, I'm sorry

every dream, every plan, every hope of a future together fell apart. you tried to piece it back together. you still had some of quinns old stuff that you held during nights where you cried until empty. your new home didn’t feel like one. a place of not belonging, a sad feeling haunting you everywhere you went. you’d do anything to get him back. he’d be there waiting for you because what you didnt know was him and that girl only lasted a month its been 6 months since December. leading to summer.

I don't wanna go, think I'll make it worse Everything I know brings me back to us I don't wanna go, we've been here before everywhere I go leads me back to you

ellen had invited you to the lake house for the summer. she missed you, and she knew her eldest did too. quinns a mommas boy after all. she knew you still loved each other. you were scared to go. you needed to get out because staying in this house started to bring you to a state that would be hard to get out of. you needed to fix things with quinn. you didn’t want to ruin things more than they already were though. with the comfort of ellen telling you everything would be fine you packed your bag and headed off to the lake house. one thing about you and quinn is that no matter what through destiny fate or whatever you always ended up back in each others presence. you and quinn knew each other as kids but he later moved. it was heartbreaking. but somehow in between the time he came back. you attended the same high school together. finally confessing to one another you guys got together. and here you were this time you found your way back to him.

[allmoshnobrain]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 15 of ? | masterpost

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Cliff let out a sigh. “It's just that... We kicked him out of the band.” I just went silent, completely unable to react to that bombshell. This had to be some kind of joke, right? He couldn't be serious.  “Clifford,” I managed to speak, my voice shaking in a whisper. “What the hell are you talking about?” 

✦ summary: After a wild night of partying, Nore receives shocking news over the phone that will forever change her relationship with Metallica and her friends.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female!oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, recreational drug use, drinking

✦ a/n: Hi! I ended up releasing this chapter a little earlier this week than I had planned, but things are gonna become a little bit more complicated in the plot from now on... So I hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is welcome ❤

✧ through the darkest hour, your grace did not shine on me ✧

“Nore, they’re on the phone!” I heard Leanne call me from the living room.

It had been a few days since the guys left, and they were calling for the first time. I was washing dishes and chatting with Leanne in the kitchen when we heard the phone ring, and she rushed to pick it up.

I quickly dried my hands and dashed to the living room.

“Yes, she's right here,” Lea was saying when I arrived. She chuckled softly. “Love you too. I'll hand it over to her, okay? Bye.”

I grabbed the phone from her.

“Hey, Nore.” Cliff's voice came through the line.

“Hey, Cliff,” I said, a smile forming instantly on my face. I couldn't help but grin when I heard his voice; man, I really missed him. “How are you guys doing?”

“Oh, we're good. Lars is still a pain in the ass, Dave and James have already argued like three freakin’ times... You know, same old shit,” he said, and I chuckled softly. “Hey, Dave wants to chat with you. I'll hand it over to him, alright?”

“Sure thing,” My heart raced a little when I heard that, my smile growing even wider. “Catch you later, Cliff.” 

“Later, Nore.”

“Hey.” Dave's voice came through the phone seconds later, and I couldn't help but feel all the butterflies in my stomach that I always felt when I heard his voice. Only now it was a thousand times worse, because I couldn’t touch him or kiss him. His voice would have to do for now.

“Hi, Dave. How’s it going?”

“I'm good, and you? Already missing me?” he asked, his voice full of smiles. I chuckled softly.

“You have no idea,” I murmured. “So, how's it going over there?”

He spilled all the details; how they made it safe despite downing loads of drinks during the trip, how they crashed at the producer's house, but trashed it so bad they ended up in some shitty place with almost nothing to eat.

“It's not that bad, but I think it’s best for you that you stayed there,” he said jokingly “It's been kind of crappy, but it'll be worth it. We've got some gigs next week, should be cool.”

“Will you guys be gone for long?”

“Dunno, sweetheart. Probably a little while,” he paused for a few seconds, then said: “Miss you, Nore.”

“Miss you too.” I replied, then joked: “That's why you guys gotta finish this album quick, so we can meet up again, right?”

“Alright, alright.” he chuckled softly. “Gotta bounce now. Rehearsals starting over here... James and Lars say hey.”

“Oh, cool. Have fun, you all.”

“Love you, Nore.”

“Love you too, Dave.”

With that, he hung up, leaving me still yearning for him, his voice not having lessened the ache of missing him at all.

The weekend when everything would change forever kicked off so calmly it made me clueless about what was in store. Things took a detour when Joe showed up at Leanne's place out of the blue, inviting us to another party with a huge grin on his face. 

“C'mon, it's gonna be a blast. I promise you'll love it.” he grinned, leaning against the doorframe while lighting a cigarette. 

Leanne glanced at him, a slight smile on her face, hands on her hips, and hair tied up in a ponytail. We had planned to spend the weekend cleaning the house since we had no specific plans in mind. But I knew Lea well enough to know that was out the window — she couldn't resist a fun night out. 

“Better be worth it, Sinclair,” she chuckled, then teased: “'Cause I'm giving up my cozy house for this, you know?” 

“Whatever, drama queen.” he grinned at her, then turned to me. “You're coming too, right, Nore?”

“If you guys are going, count me in.” I said, grinning back at him. 

“Awesome!” he jingled his car keys excitedly. “So, hustle up 'cause the party starts in an hour. And I wanna get there early to see if I can offload my... Special goods.”

I raised an eyebrow with a smile, and Leanne and I hurriedly went to change into our party clothes.

The party went down at this fancy guy's house in the suburbs, one of Joe's well-to-do friends. Lea and I didn't really know many people there, but the place was huge, filled with young people like us, all excited and ready to socialize. Joe seemed to be quite popular; everyone was always seeking him out with smiles, looking for his stash of "special stuff." I knew Joe's family had plenty of money, but that didn't stop him from dealing all kinds of drugs at the parties we hit up. Well, he usually covered the tab for drinks and drugs, so no complaints there. 

That night, though, he was pushing something different. Leanne and I were already feeling a bit buzzed, enjoying the free drinks at the party, but Joe was focused on his business. I watched curiously as a group of girls walked away from him giggling, and Joe watched them with a grin, counting the money he had just earned.

“Hey, wanna spice things up tonight?” he said, putting his arm around Leanne's shoulders. She glanced at him, a playful smile on her face. 

“What are you talking about now?” 

“You know, I'm adding some variety to the menu to attract a wider crowd. And this,” he handed a little package to Leanne. I got closer, curious “just arrived. Straight from Colombia, baby. It's all yours if you wanna give it a shot.” 

“Hey, is this another one of your tricks to ‘keep your customers loyal’?” Leanne asked. I raised an eyebrow when I noticed the package contained cocaine. Well, there was something I had never tried before. “'Cause I'm already giving you enough money buying weed.” 

Joe laughed. 

“If I get you addicted to anything, Cliff will murder me. I'm just trying to amp up the party.” 

Leanne stared at the package, looking undecided. She looked up at me.

“So, Nore? What do you think?”

I shrugged. As much as I knew Cliff would probably disapprove of it, I couldn't deny that I was curious. 

“I won't tell Cliff if you won't.” I looked up at her, an almost mischievous smile on my lips.

“You're a troublemaker, girl.” she laughed. “Alright, let's give this thing a shot!”

I woke up all of a sudden, the sun smacking my face, and this annoying, persistent noise going off non-stop. I frowned, realizing it was already morning, and I found myself crashed on Leanne's living room couch. My mouth was dry as hell, my head was throbbing, and I had no clue how I got there. Last thing I remembered was being at the party – we were pounding drinks like crazy before Joe offered us some cocaine to try. After that, it all turned into a blur of laughter, more drinks, and excitement.

As the annoying noise kept on, I slowly figured out it was the phone ringing. I jumped up to answer it, yelling in surprise when I accidentally stepped on someone. It was Leanne, who was passed out on the floor. 

“Ouch,” she groaned, her voice all slurred. “Oh, you're up.” 

“What the hell are you doing down there?” I asked, too surprised to think of anything else, noticing how hoarse my voice was and how dry my nose felt. She groaned. 

“Taking care of your drunk ass. You threw up, and you were too heavy to haul to bed.”

 “What? I don't remember any of that.” 

“Yeah, we went nuts this time,” she grumbled. “And what's that damn noise?”

I blinked, realizing the phone hadn't stopped ringing. My mind felt like mush, unable to focus on more than one thing at a time. I got up, being careful not to step on Leanne again, and answered the phone. 

“Damn, finally.” Cliff's voice greeted me. I furrowed my brow. 

“Well, good morning to you too, Cliff.” I said, and he laughed. 

“Hey, Nore. What happened to your voice?” 

“I... I got too wasted last night, I think,” I croaked, my voice wobbling. “Hold on, lemme grab some water.” 

I rushed to the kitchen, snagged a glass of water, and went back to the phone.

“Alright,” I told him, back on the line, and quickly chugged the glass. “So, how are you guys holding up over there? Everything cool?” 

“Well…” Cliff hesitated. “Sort of. And how 'bout you guys?” 

“We're okay, just dealing with a hangover,” I furrowed my brow. “But 'sort of'? What happened?” 

“Uh, it's just that... Nore, actually, I'm calling to tell you something. It's about Dave…”

“What happened to him?” I felt my heart clench with worry. “Is he alright?” 

“I hope so,” Cliff let out a sigh. “It's just that... We kicked him out of the band.”

I just went silent, completely unable to react to that bombshell. This had to be some kind of joke, right? He couldn't be serious. 

“Clifford,” I managed to speak, my voice shaking in a whisper. “What the hell are you talking about?” 

“He... He bailed on the band.” 

“That’s not what you said,” I said, my voice getting louder as I grew more and more nervous. Leanne sat on the floor, giving me a puzzled look, brows all furrowed up, concern all over her face. “You said you kicked him out!” 

“Nore, chill out, okay?” he said, with a sigh. “You don't know how bad things got. He caused too much trouble…” 

“We always cause too much trouble!” I said, now definitely shouting. “That has never been a reason for anything!” 

“Nore…” 

“Where is he, Cliff?” I asked, gripping the phone like my life depended on it. “I gotta talk to him!” 

“He's not here. We sent him back.”

“When does his flight land?” I asked, already getting ready to sprint to the airport. Cliff stayed silent, and I let out an annoyed grunt. “Cliff, when's he getting here?” 

“Well... Actually, we got him a bus ticket.” 

“Wait. You sent him back alone on a bus? ” I yelled, furious. Thank goodness I was talking to Cliff on the phone because I swear I'd be capable of physically attacking someone right now. 

“Nore, come on. The decision's been made, even though it's a rough one…” 

“He's your friend, damn it!” I shouted. “You know what? Fuck off!” I hung up the phone and stormed off to my room. 

“Nore, what happened?” Leanne asked, following me, all concerned. I turned around, tears welling up in my eyes. 

“They kicked Dave out of the band, Lea,” My voice trembled as I tried my hardest not to cry. “They ruined everything!” 

“Hey, it’s alright. Come here.” She came closer and gave me a hug. I sniffed, my eyes welling up with tears. I was so, so worried about Dave, alone, sad and angry on a trip that I knew would drag on for days. It hurt not being able to be with him right now. And it hurt even more that the ones causing all of this were the friends that he and I had learned to call family. 

What the hell were we gonna do now?

The final blow to my peace came much later that Sunday night. Leanne and I had ordered pizza for dinner and were watching some random movie together, just hanging out and chatting. I knew she suggested it to cheer me up, and I really appreciated the effort.

When the phone rang, I looked up and jumped to answer it, hoping it might be Dave. I hadn't heard from him yet, and I was just getting more and more worried about him.

“Nore.” a voice greeted me, but my stomach sank when I realized it wasn't Dave. It was James, and I almost felt relieved to hear his voice before remembering I was pissed at all of them.

“James. What's going on?” I asked, coldly. In all the months since we had met, I had never been cold with James. It hurt me, but I was too hurt myself to care.

“Nore…” he said again, and it hit me that he was upset, probably drunk, his words slurred and dragging. It sounded like he was on the verge of tears over the phone. “I'm sorry. Please.”

“What?” I asked, totally caught off guard. I knew James. He never apologized, and he sure as hell didn’t make drunk, almost tearful calls when he messed up. When he was happy, he was very kind, but when he wasn't okay, he became closed off. Monosyllabic. As if he put up a wall and didn't want anyone to try to cross it.

It almost seemed like he was hurting too from Dave being kicked out, but I didn't wanna jump to that conclusion too quickly. I knew him and Lars were the ones calling the shots for the band. So if Dave got kicked out, I could bet it was with James' approval. And that made me furious, but at the same time, I couldn't help but worry about how hurt he sounded.

“Are we still friends?” he asked, his voice almost desperate. “Or do you hate me now?”

“James, I don’t… I don’t hate you.” I answered, my chest tight with heartache. “But this… Why did you do this to him? He is your friend. I thought…”

“No, I don’t want to talk about him. I don’t know how- Nore, I don’t know what we’re gonna be without him. But we had to, Lars said we had to and I… I believe him.”

“Well, fuck Lars.” I groaned. 

“He knows what he’s doing, Nore.”

“Well then fuck you too.” My voice got louder and I frowned. This was so frustrating and it made me so, so angry. How could they do that to Dave? How could they do that to us ?

“No, no, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he answered, genuinely sounding like he was on the verge of tears.

“He is your friend, James. What are we gonna do now?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t want you to hate me.”

“I told you I don’t hate you.” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. This wasn’t fair. I didn’t want to hurt James, but I knew how much their decision would have hurt Dave. And I couldn’t bear to think about him, alone and sad and angry, betrayed by the only true friends he ever knew. “But we’re family, James. This was his dream too.”

“You think I don’t know that?” he said, sounding angry for just a moment before his voice broke again. “Fuck, Nore. Everything’s a mess without you here. Miss you like hell.” he blurted, and my heart raced at his tone; hushed, heavy, like a confession that was too much to be kept in the dark. Like things he would never say in daylight, if he were sober and we weren’t miles and miles apart. “I’m so fucking selfish because I fucking miss you. You should be here. With me.”

He then hung up, leaving me speechless in the dark, my heart racing as I tried to process what I had just heard.

[ailelie]

Eddie's Will

Revised lightly and on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55176097

Eddie's relationship with Marisol is getting serious again. She's even moved in and this time they both feel excited and confident in the decision. She isn't Shannon and the relationship isn't quite like what he'd had with Shannon, but Eddie has realized that he cannot keep comparing his relationships to Shannon. Things with Marisol are good. They can be good enough.

But then Chimney and Maddie are in a car accident and, when they're both out of surgery and okay, Buck gently hugs his sister and says he is so glad they're both okay. He says he isn't ready to be a single dad.

And it reminds Eddie of his will. The will he has not changed since adding Buck to it. If anything happens to him, Christopher goes to Buck.

His heart begins to beat a loud question: What about Marisol?

He should change his will, right? His son should go to his partner, right?

But every time Eddie thinks to call his lawyer, he distracts himself. He'll call after the dishes are clean, after this shift is over, after Marisol goes to work. Later. He'll call later.

But he never does and the question never stops echoing.

And then it is 2am at the fire station and he cannot sleep. He's upstairs, at the table, staring down at his hands. He needs to make this phone call. He has no idea why he can't.

Chimney is the one who finds him.

"Practicing waiting up for Chris?" Chimney asks, yawning through the joke.

"Couldn't sleep. Why are you up?"

Chimney slumps into the chair opposite of him. "Jee's been having nightmares for the past week or so. Every night, between 2 and 3 she wakes up screaming. So now I'm waking up even without a distraught toddler."

Eddie frowned. "The car accident?"

"We think so. She saw it on TV. We've talked with a therapist, but Jee's still having a hard time. So why are you up?"

"I need to change my will," Eddie says, too tired to come up another reason. Chimney is the worst person to confide in, but he already suspects what Bobby will say and the idea of talking with Hen makes his stomach curl inward. Hen is too perceptive; Eddie doesn't really want to be seen.

"Why?" Chimney asks.

Eddie explains his current arrangements for Chris and asks, "But it should be Marisol now, right?"

Chimney gives him a long look and then holds out both of his hands palms up. "This--" he says, raising his right hand, "is Buck. And this is Marisol." He raises the left. "Right now you have both in your life."

Eddie nods. "Yes?"

"Right. You only get to keep one. One stays and the other leaves your life forever. You may see each other in passing, but you stop spending time together entirely."

A hint of panic bubbles up through Eddie's chest. This ridiculous dilemma is speaking to a fear he's been refusing to face.

Chimney leans forward, his elbows planted on the table between them. He nods to each hand in turn, "Buck or Marisol: who do you keep?"

"Buck." The answer shoots out of Eddie without a single moment for thought.

Chimney reaches over with his right hand and pats Eddie's forearm. "Don't change your will."

With another yawn and a screech of his chair, Chimney heads back down to the bunks, leaving Eddie in the middle of an epiphany.

He likes Marisol, but he could live without her.

He can't live without Buck. And he doesn't think that's going to change.

So, now 2:30 in the morning and alone in the half-lit room, Eddie does something he hasn't before. He compares his relationship with Buck to his relationship with Shannon. Before everything fell apart, he and Shannon had been a team. They'd felt invincible together, which is one of the reasons Shannon decided against an abortion. Everything fell apart only when they stopped talking, when they stopped having each other's back.

Buck gives him that same feeling of security and possibility.

He and Shannon had also had amazing sex, the kind you only get when you know someone inside and out. He and Buck-- he stops the thought there. Then another treacherous part of him points out that Buck is bi now, he might be interested if he knew Eddie was interested.

If Eddie were--images, fantasies of him and Buck in bed, in the back of an ambulance, in his kitchen, outside under the stars, stream flicker-fast through Eddie's mind until he shuts them down with a damned casserole recipe. Eddie drops his forehead to the table and covers his head with his hands.

He has to break up with Marisol.

[1d5soslittlemixonechicago]

And they were roomate

Armani Walker(OC) x Jack Champion

This was requested. It honestly might not even make sence. This only took me like 3 to 2 hours to write. I had a random boost of energy so sorry if this sucks.

Armani and Jack have been friends since they were kids, so when they were cast for Scream 6, they decided to become roommates while they were filming. Well, Armani was cast for Scream 5 as Everett Meek-Martin, so he had been with the cast longer, but he was closer to Jack, so where Armani was, Jack wasn't that far behind, and the cast knew that Jack's family knew that Jack was in safe hands with Armani. The whole cast knew that Armani and Jack had feelings for each other; even their parents knew that they had feelings for each other, but Armani and Jack didn't want to ruin their friendship, even though they wanted to become more.

Armani woke up early so he could make him and Jack breakfast before they had to go into work. Jack walked out of his room, rubbing his eyes. "Are those your famous pancakes?" Jack asked as he walked closer to where Armani was. Armani let out a small smile "Yep," Armani said as he put the pancakes on a plate and passed it to Jack, who gladly took it and went to sit at the counter in the kitchen. Jack smiled before taking a bite of the pancake as Armani walked over, sitting by him with their legs touching each other.

Jack and Armani finish their food. "I'll wash the dishes before I get ready," Armani said as he stepped to the sink, putting his dish into it before looking at Jack, who was walking over to him with a dish. Jack nodded. "So, uh, the kiss scene is shot today," Jack said, stuttering a little at the beginning while putting his dish into the sink while standing in front of Armani. "Yep," Armani said, nodding his head. "Are you okay with this?" Armani asked. "Yeah, of course it's you, so I'll be fine," Jack said, nodding his head with a small smile. Armani bit his lip so he could stop the smile that was going to show on his face.

"Um, I should get these dishes done because we've got to go soon, in like an hour, I think." Armani said, turning away from Jack, who let out a sigh, giving Armani a nod. "Yeah, I'll take a shower and get dressed," Jack said, turning away from Armani and walking towards his room. Armani turned on the water, washing the dishes, before turning the water off and going to his room, grabbing his clothes, and then going to take a shower. After Armani gets out of the shower, he gets dressed and walks out of his room, seeing Jack sitting on the couch waiting for Armani on his phone. "Our ride here," Armani said, holding up his phone and showing the text from Jenna telling them that they were here. Jack looked up at Armani, looking him up and down, before getting up. "Okay, let's go," Jack said, walking toward the front door and grabbing his apartment keys. He reaches the front door, holding it open for Armani, who walks past Jack with a smile. "Thank you, kind sir," Armani says. Jack shakes his head with a small smile, shutting the front door and locking it.

"Finally" was the first thing they heard as they opened the van door. "Chill, Mason, it was only 3 minutes." Armani said, getting in the van and shutting the van door behind him before going and sitting in the back with Jack and Mason. "Well, it felt like forever," Mason said, groaning, causing Jack and Armani to roll their eyes as the van started moving. Mason was the second person Armani was close to; he was like another older brother. Mason was protective of Jack and Armani. Well, the whole cast was.

They picked up the rest of the cast, then drove to the set for the day. They did most of the scenes, but right now Armani was in his trailer, lying on his couch, resting his eyes, when there was a knock on his trailer door. Already knowing who it was. "Come in, Jack," Aramani called out with his eyes still closed. His trailer door was open. "How do you know it was me?" Jack asked with a curious voice. Armani opens his eyes, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Because I know you," Armani said, looking at Jack, who was already staring at him. "Right," Jack said, walking over to Armani sitting next to him and staring at the TV, which was playing Ninja Turtles. "So, uh, our scene is next," Jack said, rubbing his hands together, which he only does when he's nervous. Armani put his hand on Jack's hands, causing Jack to stop rubbing his hands together. "You want to practice the scene?" Armani asked, to which Jack nodded his head.

They practiced their line until they got to the kiss scene. "Are you ready?" Armani asked, and Jack nodded. Armani and Jack lean closer before Armani puts his hand on Jack's neck, pulling him closer until their lips finally touch. This was Armani's first kiss, and he was glad it was Jack. Jack got lost in the kiss, deepening it even more, which Armani didn't mind,but they had to pull away since the air was getting thinner. Armani opened his eyes, looking into Jack's eyes. Armani was going to say something but was cut off when Jack's lips were back on his. Armani was surprised at first, but he started kissing back. Armani started moving back until his feet hit the couch, making him fall back. Jack came with him, making them pull away. Armani gave Jack an unsure look, but Jack smiled at him before reconnecting his lips with his. Armani was about to deepen the kiss, but there was a knock on his trailer, causing Jack and Armani to pull away, both standing up quickly and wiping their lips.

"Come in," Armani called in as Jack sat back on the couch, and Armani leaned against the counter as Mason and Jasmin walked in. "Your guys' scenes are up." Jasmin said she was looking at them with a curious look, seeing that they were on the other side of the trailer from each other. Mason doesn't seem to notice. "Have fun," Mason said with a smile, knowing the scene. Jack and Armani gave them a smile before Jack got up and left, with Armani right behind him. "Something totally happened between them," Jasmin said, causing Mason to give her a confused look. "What do you mean?" Mason asked. "They were on the other side of the room, not by each other," Jasmin said, looking at Mason, who still had a confused look. "You are clueless," Jasmin said as she left the trailer. Mason, who stayed behind, looked at the ground before his eyes widened. "Oh," Mason said loudly as he turned and left the trailer.

They finished their scenes, so they were dropped off at the apartment. The scene wasn't awkward, but Jack and Armani haven't really said anything to each other, which the cast has noticed. Armani unlocked the door before walking in, taking his shoes off before walking any further into the apartment and holding the door for Jack, who did the same thing. "Mason said he and the others were coming later, if that's cool with you," Armani said. Jack nodded his "Yeah, it's cool," Jack said, looking at Armani with a look. Armani looked at Jack, catching his stare and causing him to look away. "We're good, right?" Armani said, stepping closer to Jack's stopping a few inches. Jack took those steps with only a small gap between them. "Yeah, and we're always going to be good," Jack said. Armani is closing his eyes "Good, this isn't going to ruin our friendship." Armani asked, opening his eyes and looking into Jack's brown eyes. "Never," Jack said, causing Armani to smile. "Can I kiss you again?" Jack asked, "Yeah." Armani whispered, causing Jack to smile before leaning in to kiss him. Armani smiled into the kiss as he kissed back. They would have kissed longer, but there was a knock on the door, causing them to pull away.

"It must be the other," Jack said, still close to Armani. "We can't keep them waiting," Armani said, walking away from Jack to the front door and opening it to see the others."We brought the food," Jenna said, her and Melissa holding the food up. "We're starving." Jasmin said, taking her shoes off and walking into the apartment, "Yeah, come in." Armani spoke with a sarcastic tone as he opened the door for the others. The others walked in, also taking their shoes off. Jenna and Melissa set the food on the counter. Everyone is laughing and grabbing their food as Armani shuts the door, turning around and looking at everyone before looking at Jack, who was already staring at him with a smile. Armani looked away after their staring contest, walking to the counter and grabbing his food. "Alright, what movie should we watch?" Armani asked. "Scream!" Mason and Jasmin shouted as they walked over to the couch. "Scream it is then," Armani said as he and the others walked over him and Jack sat on the floor. They looked at each other with a smile before turning toward the TV as Jasmin put Scream on. Jack slowly grabbed Armani's hand without anyone seeing it. Aramni looked at the ground. "Alright, the movie is starting; no talking," Jasmin said, causing Armani to smile as they watched the movie and played games together. "Today was a good day," Armani thought to himself.sticks.

Check the others out if you want and sent a plot if you would like to

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

After 8 years I got rid of my dish service, DirecTV.

Once my husband gave me his old game system where I could access Prime video, netflix, and YouTube it was all over.

He thought I was using the service and I thought he was using the service and honestly the only thing we were doing was occasionally buying aew pay-per-views and maybe once a month checking in all the actual shows and for this we had to pay $180 a month.

It just so happened that I got a Walmart Plus Membership last year and it came with a Paramount plus free subscription which I never tried out. So we set up an account through Walmart and sure enough we get it for free and between those services and then my husband pays for peacock himself for the WWE oh my God we do not need cable at all!!

Paramount plus even has all these really old TV shows like Love Boat and the original Hawaii Five-O.

AND

There is a brand new Criminal Minds franchise that I didn't even know existed!! I am three episodes in and I am so so happy.

Before I got the game system I would always put on Blue Bloods to watch while I slept. And they have Blue Bloods on Paramount plus as well.

I have also become absolutely obsessed with the movie Talk to Me.

I rented it and watched it twice and I'm about to run it again so hubby and I can watch it together. I will be so glad when it is on a streaming service because it seems like it's been out forever, yet you can only see it by either subscribing to Showtime or renting it.

The calling card of modern horror seems to be to have characters who are so pretentious and unlikable you do not care when they die. And I hate that. That's why I really like movies like talk to me, the Sacrifice game, The Red Rose series, Saint Maude, etc

The teenagers in this are not pretentious, they're dialogue is not what people think teenagers sound like, and they're not just these psychos are sociopaths that are horrible to each other even before the bad stuff starts happening. They are just really really stupid in the moment which is really close to real life.

Tomorrow I go to Midland to finally see Michaela doctor and finally get my drops renewed. I am down to one drop and the stupid cornial surgeon absolutely would not refill any of my glaucoma meds because he said he was not qualified to do that. But I'm doing okay because my pressures were fine when he checked them all the 30th. And since Midland is a hell of a lot closer than Lubbock I am praying for a Very Fast Trip in and out.

A week after tomorrow I have my first professional development day in Midland which is going to be rough cuz it's a whole day of class. But I guess we'll see how it goes.

I still need to get my last shingles shot but considering how bad the first one knocked me out I don't know what I'm going to be able to schedule the next one is going to have to be on a period of time where I know I'm not going to get out of bed for a couple of days. And then I need to schedule my colonoscopy.

I swear summer for everybody else seems to be this great thing but for teachers it's when we have to deal with any health problems that we were not able to deal with during the year and of course all the professional development that we're having to take and honestly this is the first year that we've been required to take it in the summer.

My first three Summers I had to myself and I was able to just lay around and travel whenever I wanted to Period And then it was like every other summer either I was getting another eye surgery or I was studying for another Certification.

I just want to do nothing but stay in bed and read but if I do that I hate myself and I feel lazy.

Ah, the duality of man.

[supercool-here]

ok so my brother in law couldn't make it in time to come home so now my sister is on her way to see him, and I was upset because I had pictured this weekend being with my sis and my bro in law and now I'm alone with dad (not that I don't like my dad) and so I unconsciously channeled my feelings into cleaning so I washed the dishes and washed some rags and wiped the counters and scraped the scum off the blender and yada yada and as I endeavored in cleaning I kind of broke a faucet and I realized just how dirty our house is, like on a surface level it might seem alright but then you sit on a couch and it's stained, you try to pick up the keys from the table and you notice the stains as well, and then you open the fridge and catch a weird smell, and then you open the microwave and it's dusty and a lil greasy too, and then you wash the dishes and there's scum underneath the frame of the sink and the counters are greasy near the stove and the extraction hood (that the word?) is also greasy and dusty and the blender has some weird scum as well that you have to scrape off, and the patio is a mess and the living room is dusty too and it all just seems fine on the surface because it does work and you can still ignore everything but truly there is disorder everywhere and it feels chaotic in a molecular level, there's tiny things like dust and crumbs and fluff and dog hairs and also hidden things like the grease and the useless things we keep in boxes and bags and I feel overwhelmed because I want to fix it all but I would need the help of my family and I know they wouldn't understand because it's so easy to just keep living as we've been doing since forever so why change anything now and plus they're tired and busy and worried with their adult lives, a hundred little messes is the least thing they would care about. And this is so frustrating because I know it is an extrapolation of our real lives, because I know there is disorder and bad decisions swept under a rug and we just keep having fun as if there weren't things to fix and I hate it and I just want to disappear for a while, and I've been feeling this way since I was six years old (not all the time but on occasions when I would notice a mess and that would lead to another and I would eventually see the whole messy picture and then I would shove it away in a mental closet for ignoring overwhelming stuff and I would do something else to distract me or I would just put it all on the adult's account thinking it was their responsibility to fix everything but now I'm twenty and I can't do that anymore because I should be capable of fixing things myself but I don't have the courage and I don't know what to do and my instinct is to ignore things as always but I can't)

[citrusreadstoa]

Reading The Dark Prophecy: Chapter 8 (SPOILERS)

"since all he had to do was heat his hands a little." Careful, Leo! Some of these dishes can't withstand certain high temperatures. They'll crack!

"those secret scales on the Valdezinator?" "What secret scales?" I swear, that little music box is the only thing keeping Leo alive.

"Wouldn't the two springs, like, cancel each other out?" Exactly my thoughts. "Assuming the experience didn't kill you" O-oh. Istg every little thing you do in Greek mythology will kill you. Say someone's name? ZAP! Annoy a god? Constellation! Drink water from two different springs? Brain explodes! Step a little too far to the left and you'll probably melt or smthn idk.

"descend into the cave and experience... untold horrors." Delightful! I can't wait!!11! "That is one messed-up Oracle." No kidding. Everything in the Oracle is a 50/50 chance of dying or going insane. He says with any luck your mind will go back to normal. So altogether, that's a 50% chance of dying, a 37.5% chance of going insane permanently, and a 12.5% chance of coming out both alive and sane. Maybe we could just skip this one and let the emperors have it. We've got four other Oracles that usually don't drive people insane or kill them.

"The petitioner would be stuck with those horrors from the cave--forever." So the throne releases the horrors from your mind? Would you still remember it but be less burdened by it or would you forget it entirely? Also, it's really cool how they call the person "the petitioner."

"Georgina... that poor child. What do you think happened to her?" I don't know, what do you think, Calypso? Seems pretty self-explanatory.

"[The emperor] was not a nice person." I think we already could guess that, Apollo. "if I had the right emperor, this quest could be personally awkward." Oh, awkward is what you're worried about?

"Leo, you can't reduce everything to a program." Isn't that exactly the same thing Josephine is doing with the tracking device? They're both trying to use machines to find a person. Same-same. It's not reducing it to a program, it's repurposing an conveniently already-existing device. These two sound like they've had this argument before...

"Why does this rug look like a tightly woven net?" HAHAHAHA "This is a net." Yes.

"ascending in glory to sit at the right hand of my father." After everything he's done and put you through, you still want to sit beside him?

"You're probably thinking: It was Artemis." Well now that you say it, I'm not thinking that anymore.

"Britomartis, the goddess of nets." They have a goddess specifically for nets? Looked it up. She has mountains and hunting, too, which is nice. She also goes by the name Diktynna or Dictynna or Dicte. So now we have a link to the "House of Nets!" Are they referring to the Waystation and it's gonna turn out that it was created by Britomartis or something and that's why the Hunters use it a lot?

[crunchybeansprouts]

ten things that make me happy

[032923] inspired by @minikiwirolls!! actually had something longer in mind for today, but i knew i had to steal when i saw this <3

early california summer mornings, when light breezes are crisp against my skin and chirpy bird songs reverberate through the clear dawn skies

petrichor, or the earthy, yet fresh scent that clouds the damp air after a dewy drizzle of rain

waking up to 99+ message notifications, a smile curling upon my lips as i scroll through and read them

late night journaling sessions, when the world seems to be on pause and all i can hear is the music in my headphones while i arrange pictures, stickers, and washi tapes

coming home after an exhausting, long day at school and changing into my comfy home clothes because i think outdoor clothes are disgusting

yummy food, but especially my mom's 鸡汤面 (thin noodles in chicken broth) and 卤肉饭 (rice with stewed pork and bok choy) - two nostalgic dishes that bring back memories of birthday traditions and feelings of motherly love

going to sleep in my "hotel bed", which i meticulously fold after school since i can never wake up early enough to do it in the morning

stoichiometry, because chem is the only subject i've ever fallen for, and there's something inexplicably beautiful about setting up the dimensional analysis and having it all fall into place like dominos

taking car selfies with my younger brother, a tradition that we've done for years and hope to continue forever

perfect days where i wake up early, stay productive, eat light meals, and channel absolute "that girl" energy

[ramuneempiremtl]

Slave-kun's Happy Life in Another World: Chapter 30

"Wow, what a feast!"

"It looks delicious. Thank you, Aki."

We returned to the inn and sat around a table filled with the sumptuous dishes Aki had prepared.

There was a shiny roasted whole chicken, a salad with thinly sliced vegetables arranged neatly and topped with sauce, a mountain of bread, grilled meat, more grilled meat over there, and even more grilled meat over here. Meat.

Amazing.

"We've had a tough day, but let's forget about it for now and enjoy the food. Everyone, you've worked hard."

The leader took the lead, and everyone responded in a scattered manner before starting to eat. Aki, of course, was the first.

Meat!

I think I can finally eat some more.

Is that okay? Healer.

"Aki, cut off that part of the breast for the kid."

"Are you sure?"

"Don't eat too much."

Yay!!

This is the first time I've held a fork since I came here!

The roasted chicken was stuffed with aromatic vegetables. Aki had been preparing it since yesterday. How did she roast it?

I took a bite.

This is so good………………!!

"This is delicious!"

"Aki, this chicken is the best. Did you hunt it yourself?"

"I bought it at the market."

"Can you buy me another one tomorrow?"

"I've already arranged it."

"Aki is amazing! This meat is delicious too."

It's the breast, but it's not dry at all. It's soft and I could chew it forever. It has a glaze, so maybe it was made with sugar or honey? There's also a bit of citrus bitterness…!

With the thinly sliced vegetables topped with a tangy dressing, I could eat the meat endlessly.

When I put the chicken on the bread and eat it, I feel a sense of happiness that is out of this world. The flavorful fat from the meat, infused with the aromatic vegetables, soaks into the crispy bread, and it's heavenly.

I feel so alive.

I feel like my tongue is getting better at distinguishing ingredients. That's great. Keep it up.

"This is something that needs to be drunk with alcohol."

"Sorry, Daine. I want to finish the report by the end of the day, so I need you to stay sober."

"I understand… Damn it, I'll drink after I finish the report."

I really want a drink. Since it's Western food, a white wine would probably go well with it. Something crisp and dry.

I wonder what kind of alcohol everyone else likes. I think Daine and I have similar tastes. He seems like the kind of doctor who doesn't take care of himself.

But unfortunately, I won't be able to drink for a while with this body.

I don't remember much, but maybe I was quite a drinker in my previous life. I'd like to be able to drink with everyone when I become an adult.

After the meal, we cleaned up and everyone was relaxing as they pleased.

For some reason, I was now sitting on Daine's lap, or rather, almost on his stomach.

But.

What are these muscles? They're so soft!

They're not fat, but they're soft muscles that sink in. What kind of training would make them this soft…?

My master's muscles are rock hard and have no elasticity. They're like iron muscles.

This guy is a shield, but he has these soft muscles that would ruin a person!

As I sank into his abs, I poked Daine's bicep with my index finger.

From now on, he's not the shield guy or the healer guy.

I'll call him 'Soft Muscles'.

"Daine, can you tell me what you 'saw' today?"

"Sure."

Daine reluctantly began to speak, so I stopped poking him.

"First of all, the guildmaster is considerably older. So his thought process is rigid. I could only read fragments."

"I don't mind."

Oh, so Daine's overpowered ability is party-approved after all.

But it seems he can't read just anyone's thoughts.

When I was thinking about knowledge from Earth, I felt like he was ignoring me. Maybe I was subconsciously blocking him.

"When he was flustered, 'Why didn't things go well even though I followed that guy's instructions?' When he saw the kid, 'I must not let him realize my connection to the guild.' In front of the rented house, 'It's reached the king's ears!?' When the powder appeared, 'Was I the one who was set up?'… That's about it."

"What a boring thought process."

"Interesting guys are rare… This one's pretty interesting, though."

Daine is patting my head.

Don't just read my thoughts and have fun on your own. I'm not a variety show.

"So, there was someone giving orders to the guildmaster?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know what he looks like?"

"… Haa. Give me some paper and a pencil."

A pencil? You have a pencil!?

I thought there were only pens and ink, or at best chalk or charcoal. Oh, civilized man!

I follow the pencil he handed me with my eyes.

Oh, it's definitely a pencil… The lead seems thicker than the one in my memory, but it's undoubtedly a pencil.

Just when I thought that, my body was lifted and placed on the couch. My soft chair…

He takes out a wooden box from somewhere and uses it as a desk, and lines are drawn on the paper with a scratching sound.

By the way, it's not just thoughts that you can read. You can also read images? That's incredible… It's a good thing Daine isn't a bad guy.

"It was just for a moment, so… I could only 'see' it vaguely. This is really tiring, so I don't want to do it anymore."

"Even if you can see it, it's another thing to be able to draw it."

"I've been trained to the point of death…"

Indeed, it would be difficult to draw even the images in one's own head. I think it would be incredibly difficult to draw a vague image from someone else's head on paper.

I'll ask Daine if there's something I really want him to draw.

"… Is this it?"

Daine put down the pencil, so I peek at the finished drawing. Wow, it's good.

Hey, I've seen this person somewhere…

The leader tilts his head as he is handed the paper.

"An old man…?"

Yes, it's a drawing of an old man's face.

I've never met anyone that old…

Ah.

[danicoro]

my fucking body hurts so bad. we got <24 hr notice that the pest control company is coming to spray in our apartment for fucking c0ckr0aches (AGAIN!!), everyone else on our floor apparently got a fucking email on aug 9 but not us!!!!

like we're moving at the end of october and we've given our notice as such but HELLO? BITCH WE STILL LIVE HERE FOR THE NEXT TWO MONTHS, MAYBE DO YOUR FUCKING JOB FFS...

i had to leave work early and my wife and i had to bust our balls literally since (checks notes) 11:30 this morning to basically pack up our entire apartment and move all of our furniture away from the walls so they can spray the baseboards.

the best part is i know they're going to come back in 3-4 weeks to do it again!!

and i mean it's good that they're (FINALLY) spraying in our unit because we literally had (checks notes) 4-5 ADULT R0ACHES in the fucking kitchen on sunday night that i had to nuke out of existence with extreme fucking prejudice, and who knows how many babies. i'm so fucking tired and my body hurts so fucking bad.

and my wife who is dis@bled and has chr0nic pa1n had to spend the whole day helping me and holding my sanity together and they're completely fucked up now, and then to add insult to that injury they have to leave the house for 4-6 hours (minimum) tomorrow because of the spray, and they've now lost out on TWO (2) whole fucking days of work, because we weren't given ANY god damn notice!!

like, i cannot fucking express in words how god damn PRESSED i am about this situation!!!!!

i will say i'm proud of how much we were able to accomplish, given the fucking circumstances, but it certainly wasn't my intent to live out of plastic storage containers for the next two months before we officially move :/

i digress, we didn't get to do literally ANY decompression today either, except to watch like idk 15 t1k t0ks while we ate supper :/

and like i'd take the day off from work tomorrow for the stress of it except i can't even be at home to decompress because they're spraying so it's like

oh, okay!! i may as well be at the damn office. i'm just really glad my boss was understanding when i told him abt the situation and that i needed to take the rest of the day to deal w this shit.

and the best/worst part about the actual shit we did today is that the ONLY REASON WE EVEN FUCKING KNEW THE DUDES WERE COMING TOMORROW WAS BECAUSE THE BUILDING SUPER CAME BY THE CHECK AND MAKE SURE WE WERE "READY" AT LIKE 8:30 THIS MORNING

whatever, we did it basically to the specifications that were required, there's not much else we can do at this point... and at some point your brain just shuts down w this stuff, so here we are... can't even enjoy my "clean" house, either, because i can't put my fucking dishes away unless we "put some newspaper or rags down under them" plus they're coming back again in a few weeks to do a follow-up treatment and then in october we're moving anyway so it's like welp!! there it is!!

anyway fuck this landlord forever amen