#went to wash my car and water was leaking in

[megsamforever]

centipede fell on me and I'm just like :( can I be done now :( I'm tired of things happening

[smallestapplin]

I love how you been writing Prowl in your work! Can I request a Cliffjumper getting a car wash from his feisty human s/o? Can be nsfw or not, whatever feels best!

I went a little nsfw cause why not? Cliffjumper doesn't get enough love.

Warnings : GN!Reader, mild degradation, praise

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"How did you manage to get so filthy?" You're beyond baffled at the sight of your boyfriend.

Cliffjumper sits in your driveway in his vehicle mode, red paint barely even visible through the caked on mud, his windshield is the only thing that you can truly see clearly, but only from where the windshield wipers could reach.

He chuckles nervously "Listen, I was just out drivin around, I know it rained earlier this week, but when I saw a huge puddle I just couldn't help myself."

"....And you didn't realize it was mostly mud instead of water?"

"In my defense I got to thinking how big of a splash I could make and didn't notice. Hey, don't look at me like that!"

You can't help but having your hands on your hips, staring at him with a done expression.

"And you didn't go to a car wash? Don't you have a holoform you could use to blend in to go through it?"

Cliffjumper groans.

"Yeah, but those brushes are so rough for no reason, you're always so much softer with me."

You can hear his pouting despite not being able to see his face. You roll your eyes and sigh, knowing there is no way around making him go to a car wash.

"Fine, let me get some clothes I wouldn't care about getting wet."

"Yes! Thank you sweetspark."

You know what he's doing, and he knows that you know, but what's the harm? You certainly love having such a bot wrapped around your finger.

With a swift change of clothes you're back outside, turning on the hose and filling a bucket with water and soap. Cliffjumper isn't subtle, not in the slightest, he moves his mirrors as you bend over to scrub his tires and hubcaps, trying to get the best view of your ass.

He's trying so hard not to make a sound, but can't help but groan when he feels your fingers on his door, not caring if you're grumbling about stuck on dirt being a pain.

"Always so sensitive when I do this, are you really this desperate? Not like I don't already fuck you enough."

Cliffjumper's frame shakes, whimpering at your words. Primus above he can already feel transfluid leaking beneath him.

"Aw c'mon, you like it when I get all needy."

You can hear the smile in his shaky voice, hear how his audio crackles under the strain of him trying to keep his pleasure under control.

"I do, but you have a bad habit of running your mouth."

"I thought you liked it when I-mm! H-hey not so...so..oohh.!"

You chuckle to yourself, knowing his underside is more delicate in this form, touching and scrubbing his crosspole.

"There, now be a good boy and let me work my magic."

"Yeah yeah, anything you say!"

He's already so out of breath, what a cute bot you have wrapped around your finger.

[astrolynnworld]

beach day

pairing: chris x reader

summary: you’re at the beach with friends and chris gets a boner from seeing you in your bathing suit.

warnings: smut! teasing, exhibition, language, sneaky, sex in the changing room.

a/n- another request but i changed it up a bit 🫡 love this rec.

word count: 1,226

nick and madi had planned this beach trip almost a week ago when they had seen that the weather was going to be in the 90s this weekend

they invited a few friends and told us to meet at madi’s house so we can all go together

so here i am putting on some shorts over my bathing suit before packing a beach bag and heading over to madi’s

once i arrive, i greet everyone with a hug before noticing chris’s gaze wash over my body

i ignore because i figure he’s just not used to seeing so much of me considering i only ever wear hoodies and sweats

we hop into car and laura drives us to the beach

once we get there we walk in and find a spot on the same where we could settle it. the beach was somewhat crowded but not as packed as it always is

i take off my shorts as we get ready to go into the ocean but i continue to notice chris’s gaze onto me

he tried to hide it whenever i would look over at him but i still noticed

we went into the water and had fun with the waves for about half and hour before heading back to our site to grab a snack

we all sat around as we ate our chips and sandwiches that laura had packed for us

“thank god for laura” nick states out loud as we all share a laugh

i take a bite of my turkey sandwich that she had prepped this morning and melt into the flavor

“you got mayo on your lip” chris says as he points to his face to show me where it would be on mine

i take my finger and slowly drag the mayo into my mouth

“good?” i ask

he nods his head slowly

i turn my contact back to nick, matt, and madi’s conversation as i notice chris start to adjust himself from the corner of my eye

i get up to throw my sandwich wrapper out as i look down at him and make eye contact.

i notice the slight bulge that sits uncomfortably in his pants as he tries to hide it

was he hard from me? i question myself as i clean myself off and sit back down next to madi

i look back over at him and see him already staring down at me with a slight pout

he looks so bothered sexually. i can’t just sit here and ignore him

“im gonna try to find the bathrooms, chris come help” i insist out loud as an excuse to leave

“yeah sure.” he says before getting up and trying to shield his bulge away from our friends

i guide him to the changing room as he follows blindly

“wh- what are we doing?” he says shyly

“it’s okay chris, i’m gonna take care of you” i say while slowly undoing my bra

he groans at the sight of my freed breasts before trying to further hide boner

i remove his hands, “no need to hide from me baby. i already know what you need” i say as i sink down onto my knees

i place soft kisses on his bulge from the outside of his pants, creating a soft moan to escape chris’s lips

“shh baby, you gotta be quiet so nobody hears you” i say before sliding his pants down to free his cock

his dick twitches at the contact of my hands when i wrap around his shaft and wrap my mouth around the tip

he covers his mouth to mask his moans at the start a moving pace onto his cock

i jerk his cock back and forth as i use my mouth to push deep down into him.

circling my tongue around the tip whenever i needed a break from using my mouth

i felt the dripping precum leak into my mouth from his arousal as he squirms against the back wall of the changing room

“are you close baby?” i whisper up to him

he nods with his eyes shuttered

i remove my lips from his cock as a plea of confusion erupts all over his face

“sit” i insist

as he sits down on the bench that was accessible in all the dressing rooms, i slowly slide out my bikini bottoms and straddle onto him

i wrap my hands around his neck as he has his hands on my waist

i start to kiss him as i grind against his cock, feeling him moan and whine into my lips.

i angle his cock under me and i slowly start to sink down as hold back my breath from the filling pleasure

chris throws his head back into the wall as i start a fair pace of bouncing up and down on his cock

“f- fuck i don’t know how long i can’t la- last… mmm you’re so fucking tight you’re squeezing against me” he stutters out

i tilt his head to look at me as i ride his cock, “hold out for as long as you can okay? and don’t break eye contact. or i’m gonna stop”

he nods his head as his breath starts to pick up

i cover his mouth to hold him back from making too much noise

with my other hand i start to circle my clit as i continue to look into his eyes.

his eyes flutter back and forth ask he tries to hold back his pleasure

i remove my hand and i start to kiss him again, sloppily kisses with quiet moans that fill into each other as i bounce and circle my clit on his cock

i felt the knot of pleasure in my stomach start to fall loose. i start to bounce on his cock faster as i speed up the circulation on my clit

chris whimpers into the air, “fuck. you c- can’t do th- that. i’m not gonna be able to hold back”

“it’s okay baby, you can cum now. let it all go into me” i say as i start to feel myself release onto his cock

i cover his mouth as i notice his breath start to fasten.

he lets out a hard “mmmmm” into my hands as i feel him slightly thrust up into me, indicating his arrival.

i cover his mouth and he lets his head fall back again the wall

“you’re a freak for getting turned on by the sight of me in a bathing suit” i laugh trying to lighten the mood

“i can’t help it, not when this bathing suit highlights every feature of your beauty” he breaths out

i hop myself off him and lend him a hand up before i start to put my bikini back on

we leave the changing room and head to bathroom so i can clean up while he waits outside

after i finish we head back to our spot where matt, nick, and madi are waiting for us

“what took you guys so long?” nick asks shamelessly

“the bathrooms line was so long you’d think we were on the waitlist to enter the gates of heaven..” i lie

they all share a laugh while i look at chris

“yeah no it was fucking crazy.” chris adds before looking back at me with a smirk

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taglist: @secret-sturniolo @sturns-blog @sturniolo-2003 @mayaaatok @sturnswrites @mattsleftnipple03 @mattybswife @tropicasturn <333

[weezerfan123]

do u have any songs u associate with sweet dirt maychance ? i am making a playlist n i would luv to hear recs from madam sweet dirt herself thank u 💖🧡

Omg I’m so honored to be called madam sweet dirt!! Yes I have a whole playlist,, ⬇️

Here’s all the songs, accompanied by some lyrics that are Sweet Dirt to me…! ^_^

I REALLY REALLY love music and lyrics and analyzing them and attaching them to characters… so this is a long list… not sorry!

Dirty Town - Mother Mother

“Yeah, I pinched my pennies and I put 'em down

And I washed my hands of a dirty town”

“My lady friend, oh, she don't need to pretend

She country

She cracks the crack of dawn with her crackin' whip”

Dig - Incubus

“We all have something that digs at us

At least we dig each other

So when weakness turns my ego up

I know you'll count on the me from yesterday”

Shutup You’re Stupid - That Handsome Devil

“Shut up, you're stupid

Just hold my frigging hand (hold my frigging hand)

Shut up, you're stupid, just kiss me

Shut up, you're stupid, just be my frigging man”

Skate - Silk Sonic

“I can smell your sweet perfume

Mmm, you smell better than a barbecue

Oh, superstar is what you are

I'm your biggest fan

If you're lookin' for a man, Sugar, here I am”

There’d Better Be A Mirrorball - Arctic Monkeys

“Don't get emotional, that ain't like you

Yesterday's still leaking through the roof

That's nothing new

I know I promised this is what I wouldn't do

Somehow giving it the old romantic fool

Seems to better suit the mood”

Mama Told Me Not To Come - Tom Jones

“Open up the window, let some air into this room

I think I'm almost chokin' from the smell of stale perfume

And that cigarette you're smokin' 'bout scare me half to death

Open up the window, sucker, let me catch my breath”

“The radio is blastin', someone's knockin' at the door

I'm lookin' at my girlfriend, she's passed out on the floor

I seen so many things I ain't never seen before

Don't know what it is, I don't wanna see no more”

Punk Rock Girl - The Dead Milkmen

“We went to the Philly Pizza Company

And ordered some hot tea

The waitress said, "Well, no

We only have it iced"

So, we jumped up on the table

And shouted, "Anarchy!"”

“We went to a shopping mall

And laughed at all the shoppers

And security guards trailed us

To a record shop”

“We got into a car

Away we started rollin'

I said, "How much you pay for this?"

She said, "Nothing, man, it's stolen"”

Shiver - Maroon 5

“You build me up, you knock me down

Provoke a smile, then make me frown

You are the queen of run-around

You know it's true

You chew me up and spit me out

Enjoy the taste I leave in your mouth

You look at me, I look at you

Neither of us know what to do”

Fire Water Burn - Bloodhound Gang

“I'm the root of all that's evil, yea, but you can call me Cookie”

I Will Buy You a New Life - Everclear

“I hate those people who love to tell you

Money is the root of all that kills

They have never been poor

No, they've never known the joy of a welfare Christmas”

“They might make you think you're happy

Yeah, maybe for a minute or two

They can't make you laugh

No, they can't make you feel the way that I do

I will buy you a garden

Where your flowers can bloom

I will buy you a new car

Perfect, shiny and new

I will buy you that big house

Way up in the West Hills

I will buy you a new life”

Trailer Trash - Modest Mouse

“Live in trailers with no class

Goddamn, I hope I can pass

High school means nothing

Taking heartache with hard work

Goddamn, I am such a jerk

I can't do anything”

Little Pistol - Mother Mother

“Up on my side, where it is felt

I pack a little pistol on my pistol belt

I think it might be fear

Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid”

Harvest Moon - Phoenix Moon

“Come a little bit closer

Hear what I have to say

Just like children sleepin'

We could dream this night away”

“When we were strangers

I watched you from afar

When we were lovers

I loved you with all my heart

But now it's gettin' late

And the moon is climbin' high

I want to celebrate

See it shinin' in your eye”

The Moon - The Microphones

“And we went all the way up to the small town where I'm from

With foggy air and the wind and the mountain tops

And we clung to rocks and we looked off

You held my hand, you almost got to start feeling me

I finally felt like I was breathing free

And under swaying trees, we fell asleep and had the same dream”

Curl up & Die - Matt Maltese

“There was a time

When I worshipped the ground you walked on

There was a time

When I'd cut off my ear for you

There was a time

When I worshipped the towel you dried on

There was a time

When I'd kill all my friends for you

You're the only one

Makes me wanna cry

You're the only one

Makes me wanna beat up inside

You're the only one

Makes me feel alive

You're the only one

Makes me wanna go home and

Curl up and die”

“I was just the tag on your shoes

(Curl up and die)

And I liked being that

(Curl up and die)

I was just the germs in your flu

(Curl up and die)

And I liked being that

I was just the chip on your tooth

And I liked being that

I was just the me to your you

And I liked being that”

Street Carp - Deftones

“It's not that I care (truly)

But you're that girl (with sharp teeth)

Who grabs at the walls (and pulls me down)”

Little Boxes - Pete Seeger

Basically all of the lyrics to this song,, I associate it with Sweet Dirt because I have this headcanon that Scott is hates the government/the system/society etc.,

This also reminds me of them bc they wouldn’t want a typical “ticky-tacky” life together

Loving Machine - TV Girl

Also literally just this whole song. I think it’s really sweet. To me it’s about Sugar befriending Scott when he’s in the trauma chair. I think Scott would appreciate having her by his side through his recovery because she wouldn’t pity him or baby him at all.. I’ll write a fic abt this au someday.. I promise..

Freaking Out - Death

Idk why this one is on here,, them when they freak out i guess LMFOA I just like this song

Somethin’ Stupid - Frank & Nancy Sinatra

“The time is right, your perfume fills my head

The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue

And then I go and spoil it all

By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"”

“I can see it in your eyes

That you despise the same old lies

You heard the night before

And though it's just a line to you

For me it's true

And never seemed so right before”

Passionfruit - Drake

“Listen

Seeing you got ritualistic

Cleansin' my soul of addiction for now

'Cause I'm fallin' apart

Yeah, tension

Between us just like picket fences

You got issues that I won't mention for now

'Cause we're fallin' apart”

Everlong - Foo Fighters

“Tonight, I throw myself into

And out of the red

Out of her head, she sang

Come down and waste away with me

Down with me

Slow, how you wanted it to be

I'm over my head

Out of her head, she sang”

“Breathe out

So I can breathe you in

Hold you in

And now

I know you've always been

Out of your head

Out of my head, I sang”

P.U.N.K. Girl - Heavenly

“P is for the painful way she makes me feel some day

U is for Utopia, the other times with her

N is for the new wave dreams she had back in her teens

K is for the kid in her, my PUNK girl

She is honest and kind but in a way that people see

As telling lies and being mean

She has thousands of dreams but what they are I'll never know

I hope I figure in them though

I don't care if they can't see

Just how great that girl can be

But I wish, she'd find a way To act well, for just one day”

Take Me by the Hand - Flamingos in the Tree

“Dancing slow

While my heart beats fast

Should I tell you how

I've escaped my past

Take me by the hand back to your place

Show me how to dance and we'll embrace

Take me by the hand back to your place

Show me how to dance”

“Hold me close with your hand in mine

Let me be the one that you keep in mind

When you're laying there staring at the ceiling

And you need someone too”

[astoldbyaja]

Primal - Ch.25 ~AU Predator (Franchise)~

The Percy Mill Park was quiet and serene. I only ever camped here when I needed a break from the world. After escaping Marcus, I still felt him all around me on the outside and inside of me. I found it hard to adjust to life on the outside. I kept telling myself he would find me.

So, one day, I bought a bunch of camping gear and camped out high into the park. A woman should never seclude herself, because who knows what could happen to her, but at that time, I didn’t care what happened to me. I was very lucky to be able to reserve one of the nice camping spots that was only a few miles from the park’s resource building. There was a beautiful lake that I couldn’t stop glancing at whenever I was setting up. There was a fire pit and other items around the area like a man made restroom and water station. I had only been to this particular spot maybe twice in the years I was here. The grass was not tall and there were different colored flowers off in the distance. The forest was even further back, and I was not too far from the man-made parking lot and a grill with coal to cook food if needed. I had some food to get me through tonight since I only meant to stay for one night. I had my speaker on and connected to my phone as I had finished setting up my red tent.

I was going back to my inner child as I listened to the original soundtracks of old Disney movies I used to watch. Setting up camp always felt tedious to me, but with the music playing it kept me calm. On occasion I would look up at the sky wondering if I would see Scorpion’s ship. Like he’d let his ship be seen by anyone. With the technology he had, I was sure his ship could camouflage or go invisible or something. I hoped he was safe, my mate.

I don’t know why I was checking my phone often as if waiting to get a text from him letting me know how he was. Silly woman. It felt weird having no one to sing to. My voice brought someone comfort and now maybe it was time to let it bring me comfort.

As the day went on I took a few steps from my tent to take photos of the scenery. Maybe he would like to see them upon his return. As I moved about, I was humming “If I Never Knew You” by Jon Secada and Shanice. I was focusing on a beautiful spot a few feet away that had the perfect circular ray of sun shining down on it. I couldn’t resist the urge to walk over towards it and gently step into the light.

“I thought our love would be so beautiful! Somehow, we’d make the whole world bright! I thought our love would be so beautiful, we’d turn the darkness into light!” I sang to the warm sky. I felt hugged by the warmth that I imagined Scorpion’s massive arms securely wrapped around me. “And still my heart is saying we were right… And if I never knew you, I’d have lived my whole life through… empty as the sky. Never knowing why, lost forever if I never knew you.”

That night I stood before the lake, looking up at the exposed full moon. It was beautiful, it was captivating. It felt nice to be unbothered by anyone. I couldn’t hear the city or the rushing cars driving about. I heard the insects buzzing about. My speaker was on, and I was listening to the music that played on shuffle. I would do what I did the first time I had come here. I would once again wash all of him off of me. As I stepped out of my shirt and shoes, a more familiar song began to play, We Know What You Whisper by Busiswa Gqulu and Ludwig Göransson…

Normal POV

While Teleya washed beneath the moon, Scorpion was still as he was at a slight crouch, his long axe in his hand. His mask was reading the signatures in front of him and behind him.

Chu chu chu chu…Chu chu chu chu

The bad blood’s mask in front of him was leaking green blood as the mask on the bad blood behind him was cracked up the side. The yautja enforcer’s armor had scratches as well as gashes on his exposed shoulder and legs. He was wounded, but he stood tall. Scorpion had tracked the unworthy yautja’s to the state of Colorado. He had fought them for nearly two hours as this was how much time it took to disarm two bad blood’s weapons. When hunting bad blood’s, the honor code meant nothing to said traitor nor did the enforcer have to honor such code when trying to kill one.

Scorpion snarled lowly as the two rushed him, trying to strike at exposed areas of his armor. Scorpion roared as he quickly spun his axe, causing them both to jump back. He then quickly crouched and spun his axe fast and hard causing it to spin through the air and slice the bloody masked bad blood in the knees causing him to roar heavily and fall back.

Scorpion turned facing the cracked masked bad blood and ran for him just as he ran for the enforcer. Both were the same size and so the sheer force made his own cloaking system spark a bit. He made an attempt to get his claws into the yautja’s neck, to pierce his jugular, but the bad blood quickly tilted his mask down to stop his nails. Scorpion brought his knee up fast and hard cracking the bad blood’s armor. He got him to the ground on his back and began to lay his elbow viciously into the yautja’s mask. With each blow the crack in the bio mask made noises of malfunction and on the last blow, he extended his wrist blade and quickly slashed it across the bad blood’s neck.

Scorpion quickly got up, he still had one more to finish, but fire exploded up his shoulder as he roared in shock and… pain as a shuriken had swiped past his arm and landed into the tree across from him. He looked down and watched his arm detached at the elbow and landed onto the ground, green blood pouring down into the earth. Scorpion was seeing red, he turned with a vicious roar at the legless bad blood.

Looking onward from a tree trunk above was his mate’s other companion Chomper. He was still an adolescent but grew quickly in the short time he’s had him. He knew commands and he knew to be agile. Scorpion could have easily used his axe to finish off the bad blood, but he had yet to see the acidic raptor’s acid and how it impacted another yautja and its amor. The raptor was sitting patiently right above the bad blood.

“Release!” Scorpion commanded sharply. Chomper’s neck extended outward and lowered his head downward as he released a pale green liquid that poured down heavily onto the ground and the yautja below. The bad blood screeched loudly as the acid devoured what little protective armor was left on him piercing right through his flesh. Scorpion stood there watching as green blood poured from the open flesh and onto the ground.

Chomper slithered down the tree and ran up to the enforcer sitting down by his feet with a low hiss. Scorpion just stood there watching before turning and having the raptor release onto the other yautja as well. Now that the evidence of them were both gone, he moved toward his arm and picked it up. If he made it back to his ship in time, he would be able to use the medical supplies there to reattach it without causing too much nerve damage.

In the distance, he could hear the barking of hounds and people shouting. Obviously, the warriors of this state were coming to investigate. He could nothing about his blood at the moment. He cloaked himself and cackled at Chomper before running back into the forest with the raptor following swiftly behind.

He would not stop running until he was back at the ship. He needed to return to his main territory, to his home, to her. Once he and his raptor walked through the bridge and into the command center, he set coordinates for New York, informed his elder the bad bloods were eliminated, and moved to the medical bay to repair his arm. Cells in both his severed arm and his wound needed to be rejuvenated before he could reconnect with one of his serums.

He placed the arm in a tightly sealed, germ-free container. First it would clean his arm and then work on bringing back the cells lost. While that was in process, he got to work cleaning his wound and placed a tightly sealed film over his wound that would sterilize his wound and work on bringing back the healthy cells. He clicked a button on the medical board that showed the status of both his arm and wound. He stared at it for a moment before slowly crouching down on the ground and resting his good hand over his knee.

He thought back to the moment his arm fell from the rest of him. Losing a limb was an honor to a warrior like him, but he did not think of the victory scar he would have had had he left his arm behind. He thought of the severed hand part never being able to feel the soft flesh of his mate again. She was truly his mate, if her skin, and feeling it meant more than the honor of having an arm removed. That putrid bad blood nearly robbed him of years of future skin to skin contact with that hand and that sent him in a rage he thought he would never experience. He was going to torture that bad blood and make him feel real pain. But if he did that, then he would have gotten careless leaving himself open for further injury that would keep him further from his mate.

Words could not express how much his mate meant to him. He was obsessed with her, and he was not ashamed to admit it. He couldn’t wait to get home and ram her into her bed. With the power of his ship, he knew he would be home in no time.

Teleya’s POV

I was sleeping hard when a distant rustling was getting closer and closer. Any noise could wake me and so my eyes opened immediately, the sleep fading from me all together. I sat up thinking it was obviously an animal coming to look for food. I looked to the side of my sleeping bag at the large knife I had brought from home. I didn’t leave any food out to be eaten, but that wouldn’t stop an animal. Maybe it was just curious. My tent was secured so I trusted nothing would get in. I could hear a shrieking and suddenly, white claws pierced the tent and went straight down.

My heart tried to claw its way out of my throat as I jumped and screamed at the sudden attack on my tent. Suddenly, a familiar reptilian face peaks in and jumps on me. I yelped.

“Chomper!” I exclaimed as he gave gentle and innocent squeaks as he rubbed against me. On instinct I began to pet the top of his smooth head.

“Wait you’re here? That means…”

My heart fluttered as I got up and quickly left the shredded tent. He was back! I had a smile ready for him but paused and gasped as I saw Scorpion approaching from his cloaking with green all over his face. But what made my stomach tighten up was part of his right arm was gone. I covered my mouth in complete horror.

“Oh my God! What happened to you, are you okay!” I said hurrying up to him taking his other hand in mine. I looked him over seeing all the cuts and wounds and panic was just all over my face. “What is this? What happened, Scorpion talk to me! You’re hurt- your arm! What’s going on-” I was in complete panic, as he had calmly removed his hand from mine and placed the tips of his fingers gently over my lips quieting me. I stopped talking, not even noticing my face was wet from tears. And now he slowly raised his hand to his mask and removed the tubes from it and then removed the mask and placed it at his side.

His face was not cut or wounded. He tilted his head confused before raising his hand to rest against my cheek as I continued to cry more.

“Teleya… why are you crying? I am not hurt. I killed the bad bloods. I am home.” he said. I sniffled and shook my head looking at his missing arm.

“But your arm…” I cried and he shook his head.

“Is on the ship almost ready to be reattached. I was victorious. I am sorry I did not bring you back a gift.” he said. I shook my head immediately as if that mattered!

“I don’t care about a gift! I only care that you were hurt. I mean you’re cut up, and without an arm and I just don’t know how to help you!” I explained and he shrilled gently his large thumb wiping away one of my tears.

“My mate is a very worrisome female.” he said with a light sense of humor in his tone and slowly he just leaned down and wrapped his arm around my thighs and lifted me up. I gasped as he raised me up and just turned and began to walk off into the forest with me. “If you truly wish to help, sing to me while I reattach my arm.”

I smiled warmly down at him gently touching his face, letting my fingers take in the feel of his calloused skin. I missed his skin so much.

“I will do whatever my mate desires.” I replied softly now feeling better that he was in pain. I gently leaned down and pressed my forehead into him and he purred gently as Chomper ran past us jumping up to chomp at the owls that flew over us.

[prettygreenpills]

Sharp - Larissa Weems

warnings: sh!, suicide attempt, hospitals, etc.

You quickly wrapped your arms and thighs with the bandage, biting on your lower lip. As soon as it covered your fresh cuts, you hissed from pain. The sterilized bandages were already working on healing your body.

“Shit-“ you whispered and sat down on the floor. The pain was running through your body and when you realized that it wasn’t helping with your bleeding at all, you got a little scared.

You looked around in the bathroom, where you were sitting on the floor. There was no towel, nothing you could use, Larissa probably put them in the washing machine.

The bandages were from blood in the following few seconds. You didn’t know what to do so you wrapped another one around the wounds and then another, just to stop the bleeding. However, it didn’t help at all and it was leaking through.

Your phone rang and it echoed in the bathroom. You quickly reached out to grab it and when you saw the name on the screen, your heart sunk.

Larissa.

You slid your finger on the screen and put the phone on a speaker.

“Yeah?”

“Y/n, darling where are you? We have a meeting in five minutes, you were supposed to be here half an hour ago,” Larissa said and you got scared. Your head started to hurt and breathing was hard.

“Issa- please come home,” you whispered into the phone because you didn’t have the strength.

“What’s wrong darling? Are you sick? What happened?” Larissa started immediately asking these questions and you swallowed hardly.

“Please come,” you whispered even weaker and you let the phone fall onto the floor but not on purpose. You started feeling lightheaded and cold sweat covered your whole body.

Your breathing was slow and you felt like you were becoming sick. Not knowing how much time passed since you hurt yourself, you kept taking breaths and just being there in the bathroom.

Your whole body slid down onto the floor. You were laying there and only thing what you were doing was breathing. When your sight became blurry and black dots started appearing in front of your eyes, you closed them.

The keys hit the doors. You didn’t know how much time passed, you didn’t even know what was happening. The sound of keys hitting the table rang in your ears and then you heard someone in heels rushing in the house.

“Y/n? Y/n!” Larissa screamed and you were too weak to navigate her. You just mumbled something but you were sure in that she couldn’t hear you.

The doors flew open. As Larissa saw you, she let out a loud scream, calling your name and she immediately rushed over to you, seeing you in a pool of blood.

“Y/n, what happened? Y/n! Can you hear me?”

“M-Mhm-“ you mumbled only and let your body rest.

“Where else Y/n?” Larissa asked as she started wrapping your arms with another package of bandages. “Where else?!”

“Thighs and stomach,” you said weakly and Larissa started working two times faster. The bandages were too tight and it hurt. When Larissa bandaged your thighs, you hissed loudly and then your heard her calling someone.

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“I- my girlfriend cut herself. The bleeding isn’t stopping-“ Larissa started and she was already crying.

“Okay Miss, I will need you to calm down. How are her vital functions?”

The next thing you remembered was the ambulance car. Someone walked inside of the house, they took you and immediately started with checking your body. You didn’t know who it was or what was happening, your mind was too blurry to notice those things around you.

“The bandages are leaking through, we need to change them.”

And with that everything went black.

Gasping loudly for some fresh air, you left your eyes closed. Feeling something soft under yourself, you immediately felt something coming up.

“A bucket-“

And with that you threw up into the bucket which someone was holding.

“Y/n, can you hear me? Y/n?” You heard a soft voice and you just swallowed hardly.

“This is only water to rinse your mouth,” another voice said and you took the water from that person. You kept your eyes still closed and as the water landed in your mouth, you immediately spit it out.

“How are you feeling Miss?” Someone asked you and you tried to open your eyes. The warm white room made your head hurt immediately and you closed your eyes shut again.

“I- too weak,” you answered that person and the next thing what happened was that someone put something onto your arm.

“I’ll just measure your blood pressure,” that someone said and when you felt something squeeze your arm so tight, you gasped.

“I- it’s pounding-“

“Darling it’s the procedure, you need to go through that,” Larissa said and when you recognized her voice, you started tearing up.

“Issa I-“ you started but the nurse shushed you. You kept looking at Larissa and you started crying more and more. When the nurse was done, you just bowed your head and closed your eyes. She took off the machine and with that she left the room.

“Larissa-“

“Shh darling,” she shushed you this time and got closer to you. Asking for a hug, you fell into her arms and she rested her chin on your shoulder.

“I am so sorry-“

“Darling you’re alright and that’s what matters okay? You’re fine, you will be fine,” Larissa said and she brushed your back with her fingers. That action of hers made you calm down and you let out a shaky breath.

“I-I don’t know what has gotten into me, I…” you wanted to say but you were out of words. And Larissa understood.

“It’s alright darling. We will get help. We will get through this together.” She whispered and you realized that you were crying. Larissa kept hugging you and you were letting your tears fall onto her shoulders.

[beautifulhigh]

The update for @oldfarmwitch if no one else...

Last time on "Jen's grand plans"...

Clean kitchen, all going well. Happy Jen. (This will not last.)

Order the new tap I want for my kitchen sink because the current one is leaking at every joint and I think in places where there isn't one...

Discover we can't move the fridge on the wheels due to them being offset so the wheel braces are sitting like / \. In the process of discovering this both me AND my dad received injuries

Couldn't find the water stopcock. Took apart cupboards, moved the washing machine (more on that in a bit), found it behind a fucking panel

Discovered that one of the cupboards is rotting away due to ill fitting pipes

Struggled to move the washing machine, only for Jen to later realise that they forgot to unplug the fucking thing which was why it was a chore. Therefore the plug had been ripped out of the socket, but not before the socket had been ripped out of the back of the cupboard it was (barely) attached to.

Failed to have any food in the evening because I was just Done™ with the whole thing and went to bed.

This morning on "Jen's LOLZ life":

Woke up, ankle still hurts. Just great. I don't want to move so I stay in bed as long as possible

Get up just in time for Dad coming over. He has brought EVERY tool he has and most of his plumbing kit.

His plan: sort out the cupboard and then tackle the sink and its pipes.

Cupboard panel comes apart in Dad's hands. Whoops. We manage to get the new feet in place and get it level. It was a great time to discover it's also holding up the end of the unit so that will need resealing on the tiles.

Washing machine goes back into its hole.

Look to the pipework. Dad has the wrong sized... things. They're elbow shaped so I shall call them Elbow Things. Anyway, the Elbow Things are 10mm, we need 15mm. Look online but can't get anything this side of the holiday weekend.

Go off to this little plumbing shop Dad knows. They don't have any either. Go to B&Q to have a look at what they have (we'd checked their site but Dad wanted to check out what I shall call Flexi Pipes). While there we talk about the tap that's coming and I find a picture online where a reviewer took a photo of what came in the box.

I suddenly love unboxing videos because thank you.

Dad realises that we can get away without the Elbow Things because the tap is coming with its own Flexi Pipes and so we can use Straight Things instead. He knows he has one, so we pick up another in B&Q.

At checkout, Dad realises his wallet is in the car. (No, really.). That's fine, I'm a modern girl, I have a pay app on my phone. Which doesn't want to connect to the machine. Takes three attempts to pay for the £2.50 Straight Thing.

Get home, Dad is now under the sink. Plan: heat up the pipes to break the seal, put in the Straight Things, wait for the tap to be delievered.

Universe: LOLZ

The water is turned off, all pipes are drained.

Washing machine comes out, that's drained too.

The sink pipework is VERY tight and crammed in together so we have to take the washing machine back out so he can get that pipework out of the way.

One pipe is fine, the other one has Separation Anxiety and will not let go.

Washing maching goes back in to give more working space in the kitchen as when it's out it cuts off access to the other side of the room (think galley style kitchen, long and somewhat narrow).

I realise I haven't eaten all day. I've had a caffeine drink and I've had two lots of paracetamol (because ankle). Just Eat is now becoming my most-used app. Sorry to my bank account and to my trainer.

Dad is swearing up a storm. He used to be a sailor. People forget that. The second pipe will not move and he's burned the back of the cupboard and he almost melted the U bend thingy that comes down from the sink. He takes the U bend thingy off, takes off the drawers and facias of the cover, and gets in there with some Proper Tools. The pipe is cut - no conscious uncoupling here.

Nice man arrives with my lunch.

Dad imparts instructions for how to get the sink out of the unit. The waching machine comes back out again because we need to get at the clips under the sink.

Dad leaves because it's his brother-in-law's birthday. I sit down and INHALE my Greggs sandwich. I also bought treats. Again, sorry to my trainer. Sent @wtfuckevenknows a few voice notes with a short summary of what has happened before this point.

The water is back on but my kitchen sink is no longer plumbed in. Neither is the washing machine. I use the bath tap to get a bucket of hot water and put soap in so I can finish cleaning the oven and the racks which have been marinading in the cleaning stuff overnight.

The rack bag has leaked and some of the fluid soaked into and stained the wooden shelf I put it on.

I manage to mostly dismantle the over door to properly clean it, but the latches for the door to come off will not move. I do the best I can.

I have to go back upstairs to refill the bucket and I'm doing the cleaning outside on my wooden decking which gets slippery when wet.

My ankle still hurts and yells at me when I slip a little. This is also the ankle I have broken twice, although I didn't know I'd broken it twice until I broke it for what I thought was the first time and then ortho then showed me on the X-Ray where the old break was and how the new break was actually just me re-breaking it although not as badly. That was an interesting moment a decade ago.

Anway. Ankle is not broken but it's not happy.

Oven is now cleaned although I have the bowl of the goop that I scraped out of the bottom of the oven to dispose of. It needs to be diluted with a lot of soapy water and that's another trip up the stairs.

I use the bucket I have to dispose of the fluid in the cleaning bag and go to pour it in the outside drain, only to find out that's blocked when it all overspills.

I don't want to do this again with the stuff from the oven.

I also bought more treats from Greggs (very, very sorry, trainer) and I inhale two caramel shortbreads while I load up Tumblr and see that @oldfarmwitch is wondering how my day is going.

I sit down with my laptop and I type what is absolutely going to be tagged with "long post" because I can't even see the top of THIS bullet point list.

So I now need to put the over back together, then I need to get the sink out of the unit. That involves:

Cutting the current sealant

Removing the remaining clips

Lifting it out of the hole

Cleaning down the sink and the worksurface with remover which then has its own, bespoke clean up process which will allow further sealant to be applied. If I do not clean this up properly then no future sealant will, well, seal.

Removing the tap from the sink and waiting for the new one to arrive. Which, given the family's Easter plans, will be Monday morning when Dad has a "bit of spare time".

I still need to prime and paint the walls. The masking tape I put up yesterday isn't sticking properly to some of the window facias and is falling away already so that will be fun

There is more of my kitchen in the living room and more to come yet. Because I figured the Universe owed me a break I put £10 on the EuroMillions last night.

I won £6.20.

So that's where I'm at. New tag for these posts because yeah.

[cevans-is-classic]

18+ only please --- language, mental health, whiskey feeling far too much, and sometimes men need to cry (maybe I'll do a conversation between them for the next one if you guys like this one)

Pedro Masterlist

My masterlist

Part Two - My Only Sunshine

The fight was horrible. 

Screaming, slamming doors, your hands thrown in the air in frustration as you pointed at the front door and growled, “Then fucking leave, Jack!” 

What did he do? 

He fucking left. 

He walked right out the door and got right into the company car with his hat in hand, and his fists clenched. He can’t even remember what started the fight, just that it quickly grew, spreading faster than wildfire. 

You’d started crying halfway through, frustration leaking from your eyes, and for a moment, Jack thought about his wife and how much he loved her. 

He thought of his little girl. 

He kept thinking about how much he missed them and how much he wanted them back. In those thoughts, through the anger he felt, he shouted he’d never love you the way he loved her. 

You’d look him dead in the eye, “I’ve never asked you to, Jack. All I’ve asked is that you remember me — that if you want to be in this — you remember me.” 

He’d scoffed and said he couldn’t forget you when you’re always in his ear, and you pointed at the door, reminding him not to let it hit him in the ass on the way out. 

Fuck, he was an idiot. 

A fucking idiot. 

What he said to you  — he’d never thought he’d say something like that.. 

Yet here he is. 

Halfway to Canada with his heart clenched in his chest. What if you’re not there when he returns? Would you leave a note? A voice-mail? 

He’s not sure if he deserves even that. 

The civilian communication order was cruel — what once was necessary now felt like a prison. 

He needed to call you. Hear your voice. 

Were you in the shower, soap leaving trails down your body that he’d chase with his hands, washing away his anger? 

Are you sitting on the couch with your legs pulled up, curled beneath you with the remote smack, smack, smacking on your thigh? Contemplating ways to tell him he’s an idiot. 

Were you at your best friend’s house with a suitcase and tears in your eyes? 

The last one cut through him sharper than a knife.

Fuck.

He’s going to return home, return to a cold dark house with empty rooms and memories of you crawling up the walls. He’ll have to remember every word he said to you that pushed you away. 

Jack would never love you the way he loved his wife and child, but he loved you the way he’s meant to love you.

You are the one who brought sunshine back into his life. 

You’re the one who brought him back to life. 

Every snap of his whip and twist of his lasso felt like he was getting further away from you. 

Would you still care if he made it out alive? 

Fuck. 

Fuck.

Jack has things he wants to tell you, things he needs to tell you, but he deserves for you to be gone. He does. 

He can’t go back to the grey world he’d traversed before. Back to long nights turning into longer days and missions where he didn’t want to stop. 

You became his reason to care again. 

You became the sunshine in his dark world, and he wants to have that light. He wants your light. 

You. 

Why did he say what he said? Dammit.

There’s no taking it back. 

Those words are out there, floating, hovering, waiting for the moment to remind him what he deserves. What he should expect. 

It weighs on him for hours, days. It dragged him through the western coast, to New Mexico, followed him to the edge of the water and back. 

He couldn’t outrun his mistake. 

Couldn’t pretend it’d go away. 

If it went away — so did you. 

The mission ending, done, the mark knocked out on the back of his four-wheeler, deep in the mountains, let something occur to him. 

A thought slithered its way up his spine to the back of his head, burrowing itself deep where he couldn’t scratch it away. 

What if, because of him, you became a target? 

His enemies would assume he’s done with you — would assume you’re up for the taking and he couldn’t protect you. 

He wouldn’t be able to protect you. 

You’d be gone in more than one way and it’d be his fucking fault because of a fight he doesn’t remember starting! 

The list of those capable of harming you grew all the way back to base camp, to the extraction sight. Following him 30,000 feet in the air, landing with him hours later. 

The drive back to head office felt long, long and winding, dragging him through every thought and scenario in his mind. 

He’s going to lose you. 

He’s already lost you. 

Debriefing went by slow, they wanted every detail of what happened with focus on casualties. 

There’d been two injured but none dead, and his whole body felt numb as they checked him over and left him in the infirmary for a proper examination. 

Maybe he should have let them get a lick in — that he deserved. 

That belonged to him. 

He’s not sure he can bring himself to return to an empty house with empty reminders of what he’d done. 

Silence filled the drive back, tension in every fiber of his being, fear racing through his blood. Bile rose in his stomach, burned his throat, and made him feel sick. 

Seeing a dark house made him lightheaded. 

There was no glow, no flicker of your candle in the bedroom or light filtering beneath a door. The living room was silent, the kitchen echoing his footsteps before the rug beneath him silences his arrival. 

The bedroom door is closed. 

It’s never closed. 

He can’t bring himself to push it open.

An empty bed will be the final straw. 

With a deep, aching breath, he turns the handle and pushes the door open, feeling his body go cold when the haphazard blanket is flat on both sides. Empty. Both the pillow still sitting in the middle of the bed, one thrown across the room from your anger. If he checked the closet, would that be empty, too? 

“You’re an asshole.” Jack turned around, hand going to his belt, forgetting his lasso wasn’t on him. His other hand was up, held out to push back the intruder, when he saw a roll of eyes and a flash of surprise as you settled against the wall behind you. 

Jack stared. 

He stared until his eyes burned and the tears fell. He’d spent days thinking you’d left and would be gone, but here you are. In front of him, arms crossed, shoulder pressed against the wall as if you’d been there all night long. Should he tell you what scared him? 

“Jack, honey.” Your hands are pushing at his shoulders, pushing him up, up, lifting his arms to wrap around you as you circle him with your own. He’s crying harder, breaking down; heaving gasps that rock his core. Somehow, the two of you are on the floor with his head against your shoulder and your back to the wall. 

Your fingers are carding through his hair, pushing it back away from his face to place kisses along his brow. You were humming, the vibration cracking and breaking with soft murmurs of his name as you soothed him. 

You soothe him. 

He should have his arms around you, holding you to his chest, reminding you he loves you. He’s here. 

“No,” you sway both of you side to side, “I know, Jack, I know. Shh.” You hold him a little longer. 

“I didn’t mean any of it, I promise. I’m sorry — I shouldn’t have left like that.” He’s still crying, still pressing his face into your shoulder as you gently rock him. 

“I know, I know, baby. I love you.”

[rpbtgirl]

1st and second guy come in the room. They are laughing and kidding around, they start cleaning me up a bit, wiping some of the cum off of me but really all they are doing with the already cum cover towel is just spreading it around. They start dressing me back in my bikini, sat me up and put my top on, then managed my bottoms. At this point I started to mumble at them cracked open my eyes a bit, they were telling me I was fine, that I had too much to drink. I closed my eyes again. I basically did pass out from being so tired so I’m not entirely sure what time I was put in a car and sent home but it was starting to get that little bit light out and the birds were starting to chirp. The best I can figure is that them taking turns on me was the better part of 3-4 hours. I went into my bathroom, took my top off, took my bottoms off which were soaked with the cum of 10 different guys. Stood there and looked at myself, dried cum on me, hair a complete mess with cum in it, could still feel cum seeping out of my pussy. Marks all over me from being grabbed and flipped and held. An absolute mess, a wonderful, happy, satisfied slutty mess. Hopped in the shower, when the water hit me and I started rubbing my skin the cum got all slippery again. I swear I had to wash everything 3 or 4 times before I felt like I had cleaned off all the cum. I went to bed and slept until late in the afternoon, almost evening. When I woke up my body felt stiff and sore and tired, like I had done a big workout. My pussy was sore and swollen, my insides were sore, but what else is to be expected. I was wet slippery mess between my legs, not sure if my pussy was still working overtime or cum was still leaking out of me or both. Grabbed another rinse and when I got out of the shower I looked in the mirror and I was covered in bruises, my hips, my thighs, my tits, shoulders all about the size of fingertips. As rough as I felt, it still felt amazing, incredible that I had embraced that part of me, that I had truly been free use. It was time to sip some tea, sit on the deck, watch the sun go down and go over the previous nights events. Ding goes my phone!

[europa-ganymede]

Things that are currently going wrong in my life:

- gutter is clogged on the back side of my house, which is causing water to come in my son’s window frame and drip through the window down into the radiator and onto the floor (COOL, GREAT) so I’ve been trying to contact a million people to come and help me with it - no one has availability. We’re supposed to get torrential rain on Sunday (hahaha fuck) so my ex suggested we just rent a truck and a ladder from Home Depot and he will go on the roof and try to clean it out himself. He’s done it before. That’s what we plan to do tomorrow. My townhome is incredibly difficult because the back side of the house is three stories (it’s a walk out) and the front has architectural slate on the roof so you can’t access the roof from the front. You HAVE to go at it from the back. My neighbors on either side don’t have roof access. It’s literally such a shit show. The people I usually use to help with this didn’t answer the call when I called them and didn’t return my VM.

- My dishwasher is leaking a tremendous amount of water during the wash cycle for some unknown reason, I tried to troubleshoot this myself and haven’t been able to yet (this is on the back burner, gutter comes first) but it’s coming out from under the door onto the kitchen floor. At first I thought it was just a loose sprayer arm or something and it didn’t fix the issue after fussing with it.

- My room is unusually hot now that the weather has ramped up and the tree is gone in the front yard, so I’ve had to do DIY fixes to try to fix any sort of air leaks around windows... it’s not really working too well but again, that’s on the backburner. Luckily we replaced my large AC unit in the downstairs in 2020 so it cools the bottom floor of my house excellently.

- My car’s alternator went up and we already fixed that, I just have to take the core back to Advanced to get a Core Charge for the old part... but that was an absolute bitch. We (the ex and I) fixed it together in the blazing heat, it was literally 89 degrees and 70% humidity, raining off and on. It was insanely hot. We both had sweat dripping down our faces after. It took us a good 3 hours with troubleshooting included but we got it done. Thanks to Youtube I watched a couple videos and it was “simple” enough.

Talk about Mercury in fucking retrograde or whatever shit. I can’t even deal now. I feel like everything that could go wrong is definitely going wrong. I would really appreciate a break - especially financially. All these unforeseen expenses getting thrown at me has caused me to really stress about money on top of it.

[extended-google-reviews]

Yugo University Club Review

Yugo College Park University Club · 4800 Berwyn House Rd, College Park, MD 20740

Google Review

Lease: 1 year, Studio Apartment ($1400) with parking ($100)

TLDR; If you can afford elsewhere I would highly recommend that. I lived in a studio for a year, it was what I paid for cheap rent in the area ($1500). Constant pest issues despite maintaining a clean apartment, and AC/HVAC system so old that there were periods of too much heat or too cold in the apartment. Front desk people seemed pretty nice overall. Living here is doable but you must be prepared.

Advice for future tenants

If you have to live here, here are some notes that helped me:

taking pictures/videos and documenting all damages upon move in, and state in damage inspection move-in form

keeping a super clean apartment

apply pest traps/spray/diatomaceous earth around apartment

ensure parking pass displayed in car (towing costs $175 minimum)

studio kitchens are really small, no counter space, and no ventilation

laundry is not free

submit maintenance tickets ASAP

bring a fan and warm blanket for periods of uncomfortable temperature

do not lose your key fob, and where key fobs hang from keys is weak and will break (replacement is $100)

have visitors park at the Seneca Building for free 4PM-7AM weekdays and free all weekend

visitor parking at the apartment is $10, whether overnight or not

bring earplugs/eyemask if sensitive to loud noises at night

Before Move In

I was not allowed to tour or inspect any other rooms than the model room. Even after signing the lease and knowing there were no residents in the room. They miscalculated many of my initial charges, and I would recommend double checking them yourself before paying anything.

Move In

Apartment was not cleaned well beforehand, recommend cleaning everything yourself first. Flies were everywhere. Weird marks, damages and other defects found everywhere in apartment. I documented them all and took video/photo evidence. They eventually did repair some of them, such as a broken door.

During

Constantly was finding flies, small roaches, and crickets in the beginning. I kept my apartment clean (washing dishes after every meal, not leaving food out, vacuuming twice a week) and the roaches and crickets slowly went away. Smaller flies seemed to always come out when cooking or eating. I also plugged sinks in kitchen and bathroom when I was not using them.

Bathtub and kitchen sink faucets were leaky or hard to stop water. Put a ticket in for it but the new faucets were only a little better. I was always wary of water leaking from these two sources.

Gas stove but no ventilation. If cooking meat you will set the fire alarm off if you do not open windows. No counter space, ended up using another table for cooking. Put in maintenance tickets about my dishwasher never being hooked up to the water line and plugged in, but was never fixed. Very small kitchen in studio apartment.

Thermostat seemed to do nothing. Two vents in my room had knobs that actually influenced temperature with off, low, medium, high fan settings. The off setting still has air coming out of vent. This is what causes periods of uncomfortable temperature. The building is old so the HVAC system can only be set to heat or AC, never both. Thus when it was warmer in the fall and the heat mode was on, the apartment was around 80+ degrees Fahrenheit despite both thermostat and vents being off.

Wifi speed was good, but weird that it was an open network. For security reasons, I used a VPN when possible.

Parking is $100/month, and parking pass must be shown in car windshield. Towing only checks is parking pass is present, nothing else. Got my car towed for putting parking pas away after auto maintenance and forgetting to put back on (despite having registered my vehicle for my parking space). ASAP picking up from towing company was $175.

Visitor parking was $10 per day, and didn't matter if visitor was staying overnight or not. I asked the front officed multiple times for confirmation. Free parking at the Seneca building or lot 11b on weekdays 4PM - 7AM and weekends all day.

Key fob was cheap and flimsy, and attachment to my keys broke within a few days. Recommend placing key fob in another container or holder. Replacement was $100.

Area was loud at times with unruly people at night. Sometimes residents are loud in the hallways as well. Not controllable by anyone by just a heads up. Bring earplugs and eye mask if it bothers you.

Laundry is not included in rent, and was roughly $3 for both wash and dry. Additionally, for many months the washer and dryer were broken.

Trash facilities are not great, and probably what is causing all the pest issues. I always took my trash to outside dumpster.

will update for Move Out, and anything else

[rainbow-tazer]

Yes it is that time again where it's late, I'm high, and I got particular thought keeping me up, this time it's beef jerky guy. With the recent video floating around of some chick checking to see if her bf actually used soap to wash himself it has made me relive the memories of beef jerky guy.  

Back in my younger days I want to say around 18 to 19 I hung out with a group that made incredibly questionable choices. I would pretty much hang out and party with these guys every single day if I wasn't at college I was hanging out with them and when I got home from college I spent the night's drinking with them. So the main couple of the group had texted me to come hang out one night and I got in the car not really knowing what we were doing just down for anything like always. They started out by warning me "hey we got to go pick up someone and drop them off somewhere, but just so you know they smell really bad"

I was like "what do you mean like how bad??"🤨

Immediately the girlfriend was like "oh my God like actually horrible I'm so sorry you have to be that back there with him like I would kill myself" 😭

at the time all I could think was damn there's no way it could be that bad she has to be exaggerating right? than she added “like its crazy we are about to pimp out this dude, he has a huge cock so girls pay to sleep with him despite his smell” he boyfriend shot her a look like girl we discussed this which she responded “what she's gonna see the girl hand you the money anyways” meanwhile I'm just sitting in the back of the car like .... “WE ABOUT TO DO WHAT?!” 😰. 

The boyfriend then explain to me that the guy is his really close friend and despite his terrible smell women still pay to sleep with him because his Ding-A-Ling is just that grand. So they had worked out a deal where the boyfriend would drive this dude the places he needed to go to have sex with these women, and in exchange the boyfriend would get half whatever he got paid.

 so we go to pick up the guy and the minute this man enters the car I shit you not my eyes started watering, this dude was fucking foul 🤢. the girlfriend was in no way exaggerating the putrid smell that leaked from this man, was only a smell I could describe as beef jerky being left out in the sun for months. Hence the name I coined for him being “beef jerky guy” partly because i could not for the life of me remember this guys name and kept thinking his name was Kyle for some reason 😅. They were nice enough up front to crack the window in the back which i was using as my only source of oxygen for the whole ride, oh believe me i was gasping as i could see the fumes rolling off him towards me. Finally we pulled up to this dark ass park where this lady walked up to the car payed the boyfriend and walked off over into the darkness of the nearest playground with beef jerky guy 💀. This man smelled so bad i genuinely needed answers like his smell haunts me, I don't care how big his dick is idk how anyone fucked that dude without a gas mask let alone would pay for such an experience.

Immediately i was like this man must not have access to a working shower or have crippling depression right? nope as they explained which was later confirmed when i went to his apartments (because he had to get the drug he was making in the oven out before they exploded, you know normal stuff) that he indeed did own a working shower. Also the guy did not have crippling depression as it turned out this dude was just as they had originally described “a hippie mf who didn't wash his ass”. Apparently everyone in his life brings it up, but i suppose when you have a big dick you get the confidence to stop washing your ass😭💀

[sevcasejay1chicago]

History- Matt Casey

Request: @firecaseyandseveride

The history between Casey and Dawson from season 2-5 with starting to date, engagement, break up to getting pregnant. But Dawson doesn’t exist just Y/N, and without miscarriage.Y/N don’t want to get back with Casey only because she is pregnant.The rest I leave for you

Author’s Note: With a lot of ground to cover, I went with the best way I could manage this ask! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of character(s) death, cursing

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Did I make the biggest mistake of my life? Possibly. Do I regret it? Maybe. At this point, there was no turning back as I looked down at the test in my hands. I’m pregnant and Matt Casey is the father.

Our relationship is practically nonexistent at the moment. A one night stand to comfort each other has brought us here, but he doesn’t even know it yet. Knowing Matt, he will want to get back together, but for the baby. Sighing, I stand up and put the test back in its box before washing my hands. God, I’m so scared and completely unprepared. Telling Matt would have to wait.

A few days later, while I’m tending the bar at Molly’s, Matt comes storming in. We lock eyes and he immediately comes to me. “What the hell Matt?” I ask, putting down the towel I have sling over my shoulder and grabbing his hand, pulling him into the back room.

“Y/n. I know things have been really weird between us. I know I haven’t been the same since my head injury. Not to mention me having the Darden boys and Shay’s death, I know our relationship hasn’t been the best.” Matt said, taking my hands in his. “I wanna change that. I realized that I could have lost you today and I would have so many regrets. I love you Y/F/N.”

I looked at Matt in shock. “Matt. We need to talk.” I said, taking my hands from his and stepping back. “Let me go tell one of the guys I’m leaving. We can go back to your place. I’ll meet you there, okay?” I said, patting his shoulder as I left, not letting him give me an answer.

I quickly walked back behind the bar and grabbed Otis by the elbow. He turned and leaned down to hear me over the loud noises in our crowded bar. “I gotta go. I’ll explain everything later.” I said, letting the urgency leak into my voice.

Otis stood straight, turning his full attention to you and looking at your face. You were pale and slightly sweaty. He could see the emotions flashing across your face. “Yeah. Go. I got it.” He nodded, patting my arm gently. “Let me know if you need anything.”

I nodded, replying with a quick, “Thanks Bud.” I turned and grabbed my bag and jacket from under the bar, tossing the jacket on and fiddling in my purse for my keys as I walked out. I jumped in my car and drove quickly to Matt’s apartment.

Arriving outside of his building, I sat in my car and took a few deep breaths. Whatever happened next would change our lives forever. Once I got my breathing under control, I walked inside and took my time getting to his door. Seconds after I knocked, the door was thrown open and Matt was ushering me inside.

“Want anything to drink?” Matt offered, figuring this conversation would last a while.

“Water would be good.” I replied, taking my jacket off and hanging it on the hook before going to sit in his recliner as I watched him grab some water from the kitchen.

Matt came back and handed me my water before sitting down and opening his beer. “So, what did you want to talk about?” Matt asked, trying to stay calm as he sat back and looked at you.

You had your head slightly bowed, afraid to look him in the eye. “Before I tell you, I want to make myself clear. I don’t not want to get back together because of this. I mean. We really have a lot of history together, which I’d like to discuss before I tell you what I want to tell you.” I spoke, shaking my head to try and get rid of the nerves. “I need to know that my close call today isn’t the only reason you suddenly feel like you love me or have regrets.”

Matt sat forward, placing his beer on the table and looked at you. “What do you mean?”

I sighed and sat back, trying to put some distance between the two of us. I could easily let Matt pull me right back into his orbit, but I had more to think about right now than just myself. “I mean, we’ve been friends for years. I helped you with Andy’s boys, after Hallie’s death, and you’ve helped me with Shay’s death and through the fire academy.” I started, finally looking to meet his gaze. “Hell Matt, we were engaged for a while there and it all fell apart. I mean we were so destructive with each other that it caused our breakup .How do I know it won’t fall apart again?” I said, searching his eyes as I spoke.

Matt’s eyebrows furrowed as he placed a hand over his mouth and sat back. “We just gotta try.” He simply stated, putting his hands in his lap. “I know we’ve had a rough go of it. I’ll be the first to admit that I was at fault for a lot of it, but Y/n, I really want to try here. Today was a wake up call. We may have a lot of history, but I can’t live without you.”

“Matt. I love you. I do, but we’ve been going back and forth for three years now. I’m on your truck. Your my boss. What’s that going to do to our relationship?” I asked. Quickly getting fed up, I stand and make my way to the door. “I just don’t think it’ll be a good idea Matt. I’ve got other things to think about.” I said, shrugging on my coat.

Matt hurried to catch up, standing slightly in my path to the door. There was room for me to go around him and leave, but his eyes grabbed my attention. “Like what? Can you just think about us for a second? Please Y/n.”

I sighed, closing my eyes and trying to focus. “Damn it Matt. I’m pregnant!” I shouted, throwing my hands in the air. “I’m pregnant and it’s yours and I won’t get back with you just because it’s yours. Okay? That’s what I have to think about!” I finished, letting angry tears fall as I looked at Matt and waited for his reaction.

Matt stood stunned for a few seconds before running a hand through his hair and over his face. “Wait. So, your pregnant.” Matt said, forcing the words out. “An-and it’s mine?” He asked, taking a few steps back to lean onto the wall.

I nodded, wiping some tears from my face. “Yes Matt. I’m pregnant and it’s yours.” I whispered, putting my hands into my pocket to stop myself from reaching for him.

Matt nodded, not looking at you. “Right.” He whispered. “What do you want to do?” He finally asked, looking up to meet my eyes.

“I’m keeping it.” I stated, rocking back and forth on my feet. “You’re more than welcome to be part of it’s life, but given our history, I don’t know if we should be together. I won’t be with you just because I’m pregnant with your child.” I stated again, needing to make myself clear.

Matt nodded and blew out a breath. “What if I love you? Not just because of you being pregnant. I meant what I said at Molly’s and earlier.” Matt said, finally straightening up and coming toward me. “I love you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I want to make this work.” Matt said, wiping tears from my face.

I let him wipe my tears, closing my eyes at his touch. God I miss his touch. “Matt.” I whispered. If only this man knew the pull he still had on me. “I’m scared.”

Matt sighed, leaning up to kiss my forehead. “I know. It’s okay. I’m scared too.” Matt admitted. “I’m here no matter what you decide.” He reassured, stepping back and running his hands down my arms until he was able to pull my hands out of my pockets and into his.

I nodded and looked down. I wasn’t showing yet. All I could see were my hands intertwined with his. It felt natural and so so right. “I’m willing to try, but I won’t stay with you just because I’m pregnant. If I feel like this isn’t working, I’m getting out and you just go back to being my friend and this baby’s daddy. Okay?” I finally caved, looking up to meet Matt’s eyes.

Matt smiled, tears pooling in his eyes. “Okay.” He agreed, nodding before he leaned up and kissed my forehead. “I love you. Both of you.”

[erodasfishtacos]

The Brits Dilemma

” Prompt: Harry & Y/N go to the Brits. It’s the first time they’ve been away from their baby. Y/N is struggling but doesn’t want to ruin the night for her husband.

Word Count: 1.8 k +

Warnings: Depictions of breastfeeding

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The award show was going well. It was the first time Y/N had been out in nearly three months besides a few brunch dates and grocery shopping.

Usually, she was pretty confident in what she wore to accompany her husband to all of these flashy events - but not tonight.

Her bump had deflated but she was still attempting to get rid of the stubborn pouch that stayed after the baby had been born. It wasn’t anything out of the norm - just still trying to lose it.

She was breastfeeding and her breasts were much larger than before. They felt heavy and too big for her body. Not to mention, they were constantly swollen and achey. Pads were a must so she doesn’t leak through the tight satin black dress.

The dress was a beautiful custom design by Gucci that complimented Harry’s sharp suit but nothing felt right. It was digging into her sides and made it hard for her to sit on her chair.

The Brits were held in the O2 Arena which wasn’t very far from their London home but she felt like she was lightyears away from her baby. Even though she knew Sasha was in good hands with Anne.

Y/N was so proud of Harry for being up for five - yes, five different awards. It was a record for him and she didn’t want to let him down by complaining. It was his night. He’s been such a devote father - he deserved a break too.

So she swallowed down the anxiety she was feeling about being away from their little newborn for the night along with her worries about her changing body.

There was milling about between the tables before the show got started. Harry had people coming up him constantly - congratulating him on the album, the nominations, the baby.

Married life and fatherhood suited him well. A dazzling wedding band on his left ring finger, a necklace with an S for his daughter, along with her name freshly inked on right above his butterfly tattoo.

The open jacket he wore with is his barely buttoned dress shirt displayed it proudly. It was beautiful, done delicately in a timeless cursive. The font match his wife name that was tattooed on his hand.

He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t excited to have a night out with his wife. He had Jeff booked a hotel for the night to have some alone time with you while his mum got to enjoy a night with her only grandchild.

Y/N was counting down the hours up until tomorrow when she could go home to see her baby. She should really tell Harry that she wants to go home and not out to a club and the hotel.

But the it just slowly starts to deteriorate further when a bald, plump business exec comes to greet the two of you. He gives his warm wishes about the birth of your child before smiling at Y/N and stating, “The baby weight will come off soon enough.”

Her throat closes up a bit and she self-consciously tries to push her chair closer to the table. It was the last thing that she needed to hear. Confirming all of her worst insecurities.

Harry glares at the man before turning to his wife, “Hey, you look s’perfect, my love. I’m so bloody lucky you’re mine.”

He’s truly trying his hardest to bring a smile to her face but he notices it’s never quite meeting her eyes. 

It get even worse when Harry gets his first award, male solo artist of the year. 

As she’s standing and clapping for him - she realizes she’s beginning to leak through her nipple inserts.

Y/N excuses herself in the middle of his acceptance speech to rush through the string of tables - out into the corridor. The last thing she wanted to do was for it to show up on a very expensive dress.

The echo of his voice can still be heard, “Love to thank my beautiful wife who makes writing sappy love songs easy and was the main inspiration for my recent album. She also just gave birth to our beautiful baby.....”

She feels awful when she tunes him out, finding the bathroom and hurriedly rushing in. There’s a gorgeous woman standing at the sink, washing their hands. 

Fucking Taylor Swift.

Any other time it’d be awkward and uncomfortable - running into an ex who wrote multiple songs about her husband.

But she couldn’t careless right now, “Hi, erm, this is really weird but could you unzip my dress? I’m leaking and - shit that was way too much information.”

But Taylor smiles kindly, “No! It’s okay, totally. No worries. Congratulations on your baby - you look so hot tonight.”

Y/N laughs and thanks her for unzipping the dress before going into a stall and locking the door. She slides her bra straps off her shoulders and disposes of the soaked pad in the sanitary bin.

Luckily, she has a clean burp rag that she gently swipes at her breast - wincing as it brushes against her swollen nipples. Even the soft fabric felt too rough on them.

It’s a minute or two before the bathroom door swings open, “Y/N? Lovie? Are you in ‘ere?”

She feels guilt at the panic in his voice. Managing to croak out, “I’m in here,” before leaning forward to unlock the door.

Harry waste no time in sliding into the stall before latching the lock again. Taking in the sight of his wife in front of him.

“I-I started leaking, M’sorry,” Y/N whispers, she has no reason to feel embarrassed but she is. “I missed your speech.”

“None of that, baby. I’ll give more speeches for you to hear - I only care that you’re okay. I’m sorry y’leakin, lemme help you, pet.”

In true Harry fashion, he takes the rag and turns on the sink - running it under warm water before carefully cleaning his wife up.

“Are they botherin’ you? They look irritated and super swollen, darling,” Harry frowns, a very gentle thumb coming to brush against her nipple. Then cupping her swollen breast in his hand, thumb rubbing at the pink skin.

“Just a little bit,” She lies, they’re absolutely on fire with chafing and skin irritation from the bra she’s wearing. She never thought she’d miss her nursing bras and sports bras this much.

He nods and helps place new inserts in her bra. Who’d think this is what Harry would be doing between accepting awards. Everyone unassuming in the arena.

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Harry has been four for four thus far into the ceremony. They’d only had him go up and give two acceptance speeches. His hand firmly planted on his wife’s thigh throughout. 

When he went up for his second award, the camera zooms in and the crowd coos are he plants a kiss on his wife’s lips before pulling her into a hug - whispering something into her ear the audience can’t hear.

He was much more focused on his wife. He could read her fairly well - he’d like to think. Enough to know she’s having much fun. But he didn’t want to bring it up and make her feel bad.

Harry sees the way she keeps adjusting her bra, fidgets with his rings when his hands in his lap, and not even really looking up while one of her favorite artist - Dua Lipa -performs.

Y/N loved a good party before the baby. So Harry was hoping going to the Brits afterparty would make her feel better and then going back to their hotel room for a some alone time.

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Y/N has been increasingly quiet when they’re exiting the arena after the final award artist of the year - which Harry had also won.

He was on cloud nine and admittedly a little distracted as he joked and laughed with a small group of friends on the way out. 

“Alright, should we all just pile into a cab for the ride to the party?” Nick Grimshaw asks everyone.

Everyone is in agreement - including Harry -as he calls to order one - standing in the blocked off area away from fans and paparazzi.

Y/N wants to tell him she wants to go home to Sasha but when she hears him say, “Can’t wait to get to Exhibit - haven’t been there in forever. One of my favorite clubs.”

She bites her tongue. Harry is enjoying his night out - why can’t she?

In the taxi, she’s sat on Harry’s lap as they make their way to the club. His one hand is on her inner thigh and the other is on her waist holding her steady.

In the morning, she’ll blame her post-partum hormones and anxiety. But she doesn’t even realizing her eyes are filling with tears and when she blinks they spill down her face.

She wouldn’t feel as embarrassed if she wasn’t in the car full of literal celebrities who are filled with adrenaline and excitement. Chattering and drinking from little liquor bottles they’d snuck in their jackets and clutches.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Rita Ora asks from her seat - noticing the streaks ruining your makeup.

She nods pathetically, wiping at her eyes but Harry is turning her to face him. His bright green eyes filled with concern as he studies her face.

The previously very obnoxiously loud cab becomes silent as they try to give the couple a semblance of non-existent privacy.

“What’s happening, dove? Are you hurting?” Harry panics, coming to wipe the smeared makeup away.

“I don’t want to go to the club,” Y/N sniffles, squeezing her eyes shut at how embarrassed she is of her behavior. She would usually never act this way - especially in public. And Harry knows that so it makes him even more concerned.

“That’s okay, pet. We can go have a night in, when the cab stops - we can uber back to the hotel,” Harry soothes, surprised when that brings on fresh tears.

“N-no, I want to go home. I miss the baby, I want to- need to see our baby. I-I can’t do this. My anxiety is through the roof, Harry. What if she can’t sleep? Or isn’t taking the bottle?”

“Baby, breathe, breathe. We can go home. I miss the bub terribly too. Have been worried about her all night.”

Harry tugs his wife into his chest further - tucking her head into his neck as he shoots his friends grateful looks. They all nod, sympathetic and understanding - despite them not having kids of their own.

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“I ruined your night,” Y/N says softly in the back of the uber home. “I leaked during the show; cried in front of all your friends.”

Harry takes her chin gentle but firm until she meets his gaze, “You didn’t ruin anything f’me. All I care about is you and the baby - not some stupid award ceremony or party.”

He continues on, “You just gave us Sasha three months ago - y’bloody amazing. Best mum, best wife. Sexiest too - know you don’t think that right now but your body literally grew my baby. I get a hard-on everytime I see you.”

They both laugh, Y/N leaning forward to capture her husbands lips in a meaningful kiss of gratitude and thanks.

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Anne smiles kindly when the two of them arrive home. A very fussy, red-faced swaddled baby coddled in her arms. 

“She hasn’t settled for quite a while now - she missed her parents very much,” Harry’s mum tells them, transferring her into her father’s arms. He’s automatically rocking and running his thumb over her cheek.

“Ooh, we missed you. Was Nana nice to you?” Harry coos. Sasha has already quieted and is blinking tearfully up at her smiling father.

“Such a good girl, best girl,” Y/N sighs, leaning in to kiss her downy hair. Harry’s hand coming to wrap around his wife’s waist as they peer down at their perfect little daughter.

Anne smiles at his son and daughter-in-law fawning over their little creation with so much love and adoration.

After a minute of chatting -Harry’s mum makes her way up to the guest room after a long night with a miserable baby. They make their way to their room where Y/N strips out of her tight dress and awful bra. 

She sits against the headboard in just a pair of soft cotton panties. Harry is gently shushing her and humming a melody as his wife gets situated. He knew she was anxious to feed the baby.

“That’s it my sweet thing. Y’missed us, hm? We missed you too, bub. Nana said y’wouldn’t take the bottle. Only want your mumma, hmm?” Harry coos, kissing her chubby cheeks.

He’s then giving Y/N the baby, who ferociously latching within seconds and begins eating like she’d been starved for the last week. Making weak little rumbles as she does so.

They both giggle fondly, Y/Ns fingers come to touch her fluttering cheek - memorizing her over and over again.

Harry gets onto the bed and settles next to the both of them. Watching his baby feed in amazement at what his wife was capable of. He smears a few kisses against her bare shoulder - hand on his baby’s back.

How strong she was - as he knew it had to be at least a little bit painful with how irritated her nipples had been. He can tell when she winces every once in a while.

He plants a few more kisses to her warm skin - noticing her eyes getting a bit droopy as Sasha feeds at a slow, suckling pace.

“If I’m being honest, being with you - watching you feed our baby...I’d rather be here than at any club.” 

Y/N snorts, rolling her eyes, “Sure.”

Her husband frowns, “M’serious, this is all I need, baby.”

“I love you, congratulation on all your Brits,” Y/N murmurs, pecking at his lips.

“I love you too. I meant it, during my speeches. I wouldn’t have been able to write those songs if you hadn’t inspired me. You’ll and the bab will always be the best muse.”

[jaaneedo3]

Love and Other Dogs: Part 15

Pairing: singledad!chrisevans x femalereader

Warnings: emergency c-section, baby in distress. Emotional

A/N: This is long overdue, life got crazy. It’s not my best work, but I hope you like it! This is probably the last chapter. I do have an idea floating around for a new story so stay tuned for that. Thanks for everyone’s support!

“Mama.” Ollie giggled, unable to hide his laughter. It was April fools day and he was having himself a ball playing tricks all morning. “Yes bubba?” You smiled at how excited he was. “There’s a bird on your head!” You gasped and grabbed at your head. “Get it off! Get it off!” You pretended. “April fools!” He shouted, cracking up. “Oh you got me again!” You laughed with him. “I’m gonna go tell that one to daddy!” He ran off to your bedroom to play his new prank on Chris. You were working on the nursery, putting the finishing touches on. With you being due at the end of the month and your baby shower next week, you were definitely nesting. You had cleaned up around the house, washed the bedding for the cribs, washed any clothes you had bought. Packed and repacked your hospital bag, had Chris put the car seats in the car, making sure to double check they were in right.

You were folding and organizing clothes when it happened. There was a pop between your legs and a gush of warm fluid, it quickly soaked through your underwear and your pants. You stood frozen, you had no idea what to do, you were only 36 weeks along.

“Chris!” You shouted a little louder and more frantically than you had meant to. “CHRIS!” You heard two sets of footsteps clambering down the hall.

“W-what? Is everything okay?” Chris asked, catching his breath, Ollie bumping into his legs from his sudden stop. “I think my water broke.” His eyes went wide, “April fools?” It came out as a question. You shook your head. “N-no.” Chris stood frozen too unsure of what to do next.

“Um w-w-we need to call your mom, I need new pants, the rug is possibly ruined, uuh the hospital! W-we need to go to the hospital!” You listed off everything you could think of. “Okay! Okay, this is happening.” Chris took a deep breath. “I’ll call my mom.” He ran to get his phone. “I’ll get you pants!” Ollie shouted and ran to your room. You made your way to the bathroom across the hallway, more fluid flowing with every step. “Mom is on her way!” Chris walked by the bathroom not even seeing you and went to the nursery. “Y/N?” He sounded panicked. “Bathroom!” Chris was quick to be in the bathroom. “I won’t stop leaking.” You gave a slight chuckle from your spot on the toilet. Chris laughed and kissed you. “This is really happening, isn’t it?” He asked, leaning his forehead on yours. You nodded your head and gave him another quick kiss.

Lisa arrived quickly and with a few kisses and hugs to Ollie you and Chris were on your way to the hospital. You had called your doctor to inform him that your water had broken and that you were heading to the hospital. You felt like everything was moving in fast forward. One second you were laughing at Ollie’s jokes and the next second you were on the way to the hospital in Captain America pajama pants, just hours away from meeting your babies. You and Chris sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying the last moments before life gets crazy.

Once at the hospital, you were checked in and shown to a room, quickly changed into a gown and monitors hooked up to keep an eye on the babies.

“Hi mom. How are we doing?” Your doctor asked as he came into the room to check on your progress. “Scared.” You answered honestly, “but so excited.” Your eyes met Chris’ he gave you an encouraging smile and kissed your forehead. “Okay let’s see what’s going on.” The doctor sat himself at the end of your bed, waiting for the monitors to pick up the heartbeats. As soon as they were on the screen, things got crazy. Baby A’s heartbeat was under 120. “We might have a cord prolapse.” The doctor said, causing everyone to jump into action. “What’s that?” Chris asked, holding your hand tightly in his. “Okay, call down to the OR and let them know we’re coming with an emergency c-section.” The doctor gave out orders. “What’s going on?” You asked, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Baby A’s cord has slipped past the cervix and is sitting in your vagina, so the cord is being crushed between his body and your pelvic bone, which is causing a lack of oxygen and blood flow for him and making his heart rate drop. So we have to get the babies out now via c-section.” The doctor explained. More nurses came in and started to get you ready for surgery. “Sir come with me and we’ll get you ready.” A nurse said to Chris. “No! No no no, please don’t leave me!” You were upset and in a panic, you wouldn’t let go of his hand. This was not at all how you guys had planned for this to go. “Bubba, it's gonna be okay.” Chris pushed your hair back and kissed you. “I’m gonna go get ready and I’ll be waiting for you and we’ll get to meet our babies.” He kissed you a few more times. “No no no.” You whispered, holding his hand tighter. Tears freely flowing down your face. “I’m scared.” Chris gave you a warm smile. He was crying now too. He hated seeing you like this. It was breaking his heart. “I know sweetheart.” He ran his fingers through your hair. “It’s gonna be alright. You’re so strong and you’re in the best hands and we’re gonna get to meet our baby boys soon.” He wiped your tears away. “I’ll be waiting for you in the operating room, okay?” He kissed you. “Promise?” Your bottom lip quivered. “Promise.” He nodded, smiling. You nodded your head, and let go of his hand and with that Chris was pulled away and gone in the blink of an eye. Everything became a blur. Nurses everywhere, moving at lightning speed. Before you knew it you were in the operating room, a scrub clad Chris by your head telling you how great you were doing and how proud of you he was. Your head was dizzy from the medicine and you were having trouble keeping up with everything and you felt like you were gonna be sick. “Look at me mama.” Chris stroked your cheek. Your eyes focused on his face. He smiled at you and kissed your head a few times and kept telling you how great you were doing. “We have baby A, it’s a boy!” The doctor exclaimed, followed by a loud strong cry. You cried at the sound. “Dad, would you like to cut the cord?” Chris didn’t hesitate to say yes. Once the cord was cut the doctor lifted the baby above the curtain so you could see him. It was a quick glance, but he was perfect and beautiful. “He’s perfect.” Chris was beaming and kissed you, happy tears replacing his ones from fear. “We have another boy!” The doctor exclaimed again, another loud strong cry filling the room. Chris cut the cord again and you got another quick glance of your second baby. You let out a sigh of relief, they were here and both okay. “Another perfect baby, mama.” Chris peppered kisses all over your face. “Go be with them please.” You said giving him another kiss. The room was full of chatter and medical tools clanging around you as you laid there, finally being able to breathe again, tears of joy and relief slipping down the side of your face.

“Let’s say hi to your beautiful mama.” Chris said, sitting down holding both babies. He turned to show you both of your boys. They were tiny in his big strong arms. “They’re tiny.” You whispered. “They’re each just above 5 pounds.” Chris leaned the babies closer to you so you could kiss each of their heads. “They have Ollie’s giant eyes and tons of hair.” Chris chuckled. “Both healthy and strong, nurses said no NICU time.” You blew out a deep breath closing your eyes, more tears flowing. “That’s so so so good.”

The doctor finished up everything and you were being moved to your room to recover and the babies were being taken to the nursery so you could get some rest. You were so excited for them to finally be here and you couldn’t wait to love on them and show them to everyone, but you could barely keep your eyes open on the ride back to your room.

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“Hi mama.” Chris smiled at you as you woke up from your nap, raking his finger through your hair. “Hi.” You smiled, he kissed the hand he was holding. “I can’t believe they’re here.“ You sighed. Chris’ smile grew, “I can’t either. They’re perfect, baby. 20 fingers and 20 toes.” You chuckled. “When can I see them?” You winced as you adjusted yourself to be in a sitting position. “How about right now?” Chris got up and pushed two bassinets towards your bed. “Oh hi my sweet boys.” You said quietly as you lifted one of the tiny babies up, kissing his tiny face all over. “Can you help so I can hold both of them?” You asked Chris as you cradled the tiny baby. You watched as Chris carefully picked up your second bundle of joy. He looked even smaller in Chris' large hands. You smiled watching Chris place a few small kisses on your baby’s cheek before he carefully placed him in your arms. “You did so great today, mama.” Chris kissed you lovingly, then gave each baby a kiss on the head. “They’re perfect.” You whispered kissing all over their small faces. “They look just like Ollie.” Chris chuckled and slid into the bed next to you, one arm wrapping around you securely, his other hand coming to run over their full heads of hair. “Who is who?” You asked, laughing. Chris laughed loudly causing the babies to squirm a bit. “Oh sorry, sorry.” He cooed, caressing their soft faces. “This little one,” he ran a finger through the hair of the baby on your right side. “Is baby A or Julian.” You softly chuckled at his goofy introduction. You took in Julian’s tiny features. He did have Ollie’s giant eyes, a head full of crazy hair mirroring the color of yours, and his nose was tiny, but was definitely Chris’ nose. “And this little one is Axel.” Chris ran his thumb over Axel’s forehead and down his tiny nose. Axel’s eyes were just as big as his two older brothers, a head full of crazy hair, the color of his closer to Chris’ color, his nose a good mix of yours and Chris’. “They’re so handsome.” You kissed their faces and inhaled their sweet scents. You and Chris sat enjoying the quiet, his arm around you, your head resting on his shoulder, both of you just taking everything in till there was a knock at the door and a nurse poked her head in.

“Hi, I have a few people out here that would like to come say hi if that’s okay?”

“Yeah of course!” You and Chris chimed together with big smiles. The nurse opened the door wider and revealed a giddy looking Ollie and Chris’ mom and siblings behind him with balloons and flowers. Ollie bounced over excited to see his new siblings. “Hey bubba.” Chris said, picking Ollie up and sitting him in front of you guys on the bed. “Now we gotta be really careful bub, mama’s got a big cut on her belly.” Ollie nodded and stayed in his spot on the bed not moving. You chuckled softly and how cautious he was being. “It’s okay bubba you can come closer.” You reassured him. Ollie very carefully crawled into Chris’ lap and sat there staring at the babies. “Hi sweet boy.” You kissed his cheek. “Would you like to meet your baby brothers?” He nodded and scooted closer to you, peeking at the bundles of blankets. “Careful.” Chris whispered. “They’re so small.” Ollie whispered, mesmerised by the tiny babies. He carefully stroked their heads, quickly pulling his hands away when Axel stretched, causing all the adults to laugh. “It’s okay, he was only stretching.” Chris reassured him. “Want to hold him?” Ollie nodded and Chris moved him back to his lap. Chris carefully took Axel from you and gently placed him in Ollie’s arms, keeping his hand on Axel’s head to help Ollie support it properly. You watched Ollie get excited when Axel opened his eyes and stared at him, blinking a few times trying to adjust to the bright light. You smiled widely watching Chris watch Ollie as he talked to his little brother. Ollie was happy to hold his baby brother until he started to cry, the panicked look that quickly spread across his face made everyone laugh, he pulled his hands away and hid in Chris’ chest. “It’s okay bubba.” Chris laughed. “He’s just hungry, he’s kinda loud though?” Ollie nodded, his hands over his ears. “I’ll feed him!” Lisa said, jumping at the opportunity to hold her new grandbaby. “I’ll trade you! Food for a baby!” Carly held up a bag of fast food. “Deal.” You laughed and traded Julian for the food. Carly and Shanna gushed over him while Lisa and Scott gushed over Axel. You and Chris sat with Ollie eating and talking, you sighed content feeling the love and happiness fill the room, excited for what the future held for your little family.

“I love you.” Chris said, kissing your temple.

“I love you, too.” You said back and kissed him.

[saijspellhart]

Wow things have been crazy,

Finished out my first week full time at my new job. I’m still nervous. And it’s still a bit overwhelming. But I’m learning and improving.

We had a pipe burst under our house and we were without water for nearly a whole week. Couldn’t shower, flush toilets, cook, nothing. Broke as fuck, and trying to get by without water is… very stressful. Had to buy jugs of water from the store to wash hands and ration it for other uses.

We managed to get that pipe fixed, but there is still a pipe in my shower that is busted and leaking. And honestly just a million other small home repairs that we cannot afford but need.

Got some family drama/stress happening. My eldest brother is being stupid about his diabetes and I’m worried about him.

Friend drama happening. (I don’t want to get into that. But is better now.)

On top of all that, still got my medical problems I’m always dealing with. I’m chronically and incurably sick. Got an autoimmune disease, coupled with mental health problems. Which means even my best functioning and most active days, are still the bottom of the barrel days for normal healthy people. But I’m trying so very hard.

Suffice to say, I’m dirt poor, barely scraping by, and there is a mountain of stress smothering me.

Which is why I’ve been quite absent, and not updating anything. I feel like an understuffed plushie, with seams made of cotton candy, and I’m slowly coming apart and struggling to hold my pieces together. But there’s not enough stuffing in me either so I’m lacking any structural support. So I just fall limply on the ground and come apart.

But there is good news

I made new friends at my new job. Real in person friends. The last time I had an in-person friend, who lived close by, I lost them to cancer. So this is huge for me. I’m extremely excited and happy. And I hope to spoil these new friends rotten. -tentatively have my fingers crossed that it’s good lasting friendship-

I won’t be dirt poor anymore! This new job will effectively triple my previous income. And it won’t be as physically demanding or exhausting as my previous job. I won’t risk another back injury like the one that had me bedridden for nearly a month this summer. Plus new job comes with benefits, vacation time and stuff. And the hours match my husband’s work hours better, so we aren’t struggling with opposite schedules anymore.

My husband and I’s sleep schedules finally align.

I will be able to get treatment for my illness again so my body does not continue to deteriorate! Huzzah!

We fixed the burst pipe under my house so I have running water again!

We’ll be able to afford small home repairs, and take the steps to return our house to a more liveable state. This will give me a more mentally positivity living conditions.

Eventually I’ll be able to see my therapist again. (Yay mental health love and care)

I’ll be able to afford some clothes, (it’s hard to find clothes from a thrift store when you are big and very tall.) shoes, gas for the car, car repairs, finish getting my drivers license, basically all the small things I did without because… very poor.

Just… there has been so much going on. And it’s been everything I have to hold myself together.

Thank you to everyone who has been patient with me. Thank you to everyone who has been so friendly and supportive. Thank you to everyone who helped me out when things really went to shit for me. (So many of you came through and leant a helping hand.)

I feel like I’m finally reaching a point in my life where I can put some stuffing back inside, and begin stitching myself back together with some proper thread.

Thanks, you beautiful people.