#where they made me drive 30 minutes just to tell me they Actually didn’t think i was qualified

[gobbluthbutagirl]

also this obviously doesn’t count as seeing a dead body irl re:that poll i just reblogged BUT do you guys remember my post about one of the worst days of my life ever aka may 14, 2021. the day my car was totaled and then some guy merged on top of me like 10 minutes after i got the rental car and i wound up riding around with the freaking tow truck man for like 2 hours because he didn’t want to let me just call an uber but i’m pretty sure he did want me carnally. Well anyway the part of that whole experience i always forget due to how much other stuff happened that day is him talking about other crashes he had towed vehicles from including one that was fatal and he was on the scene before the cops. so he literally just whips out his phone and starts showing me photos of some guy’s dead body after a wreck. And i was just like Oh wow because like. What the hell else do you even say in that situation

[reputationolivia]

get him back!!

Warnings: minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, slight manipulation, driving under the influence (kinda), lowkey asshole harry, toxic relationship.

summary: where y/n & harry are broken up but she decides to hit him up after a while. inspired by olivia rodrigo’s “get him back” + my personal experiences bc i’m stupid 😚 (basically me romanticizing what i went thru & adding harry + added details for entertainment/plot)

word count: i forgot oops

“should i just text him?” you ask your two friends as you spin around on your barstool, knowing they would disagree but hoping they would convince you it was a good idea somehow. “absolutely not y/n! you know it never ends well. you know this.” melany says as liz turns around looking at you like you’re insane, and you might just be if your considering reaching out to him after what he did to you. “i really don’t think you should do that y/n, he always hurts you, and you always go back to him anyway.” what they said is true, you can admit that. you look down at your nails that are chipping from picking at them, feeling shame.

you know he always leaves you, every time. you always give him the benefit of the doubt. you always forgive him. you always make excuses for him. and you two always go back to each other, it never ends well, you always know how it will and, and yet you always do it anyway. you felt such a strong emotional connection like you’d never had with anyone, you weren’t a very open person by any means, but there was just something about him, something that made you open up to him, something that just made you feel like you were on top of the world when you were with him. you didn’t know what it was, but you knew he felt the same about you, even if he was always sabotaging it. there was an invisible force that just pulled you two together, that brought you back to each other.

you just couldn’t decide if that was actually for the better though. because no matter how strong your connection was, how amazing you felt when you two were together and on good terms, there was also no one who had broken your heart quite as hard and as often as he has. and yet. here you were about to text him. you knew you’d regret this as you were typing out your message against your friends wishes, and your better judgment.

“hey, it’s been a while…” you send him the message, immediately putting your phone away in your small purse, not telling your friends about what you’ve just done, part of you thinks he might not respond, and you’d be better for it in all honestly. but the other part of you couldn’t help but hope he’d respond.

the night went on, you had a couple of drinks & tried not to think about your message to harry. jared and michael eventually showed up, liz and melany’s boyfriends who also just happened to be friends of harry’s. you haven’t checked your phone since you put it away, part of you already regretting it but also wondering weather he’s responded yet or not. i’d be even responded that is. you greeted both jared and michael with a side hug “where’s harry?” michael (the closer one to harry) asked you as he gave you a side hug. you were confused to say the least, why was he asking you? “uhm i’ve no idea, why?” you ask him, curious of why he would even think he would be here.

“i told him i was coming here to meet up with melany and he mentioned something about stopping by, i thought he’d be here by now” confused, you looked back at him from your stool with a questioning look “i thought you two made up no?” he asked. “actually i kind of messaged him earlier but i haven’t checked my phone at all since so i don’t really know if you can call that ‘making up’.” you slightly cringed at your actions. he gave you a shrug, turning to melany as you turned to find your phone in your pocketbook and finally check your messages. “i’m coming to see you.” you read over the message over and over again like it was going to disappear. 30 minutes ago it said. you continued working on your drink suddenly nervous, he could be here any minute now. surely he’s figured out where you were from michael and you couldn’t blame michael, he haden’t known any better.

the thing about you two was that no matter how long you’ve gone without speaking (longest has been 8 months) once you were together in each others presence again it was like nothing happened, like no time had passed at all, like him being here now made up for all the hurt he’d caused in the past. it was kind of toxic you should admit, but you’d deny that to anyone who would point it out. you just couldn’t help but act normal, like nothing happened, but maybe it was for the best? probably not as there was much you two had to talk about but that conversation was always avoided.

you were on the dance floor with liz, moving to the beat of the music when he walked in, you didn’t notice him at first - too busy dancing, or more so just jumping up and down with liz. he walked over to michael, melany, and jared were, giving melany a nod and michael and jared one of those weird bro-hug things. suddenly you saw him, and it was like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs and like a breath of fresh air all at the same time. he began walking over to you and you excused yourself from liz as you headed in his direction as well, meeting him halfway across. looking up at him once you were in front of him you felt your nerves spike a bit as he looked down on you intensely. it was always excruciating before one of you said anything to each other for the first time again. still looking deeply at you “hey baby, how’ve y’been?” he asks. “been alright” you say “kinda been thinking ‘bout you a little” you can’t help but add. he smirks at you “kinda?” he asks, still smiling, “you know i have h” you respond, “‘s what i like to hear, been missing you a lot too.” he speaks before leaning over, kissing you sweetly and it’s like fireworks erupting, like everything is finally right in the world. you knew your relationship with him was toxic, but you didn’t care, not anymore. you loved him too much to care about that anymore.

you two continued making out for a little, his hands dropping to your waist as your hands made their way to the back of his neck linking together. you eventually pulled away, in much need of some air as he rested his forehead on yours. his green eyes looked at yours with a slight twinkle in them and a piece of you hoped it would be different this time, you always did. he smiled down at you as he separated his forehead from yours, standing up straight now. “let’s go get a drink yeah?” he asks you and you nod as he takes your hand in yours and leads you to the booth your friends had decided to switch to once they saw harry arrive after michael and jared in order to have more room. harry slides into the booth after you and you feel melany’s stare on you, you initially avoid eye contact but eventually decide to look back at her as she gives you a pointed look and you shrug in response, not knowing what to say.

•••

you lay your head below harry’s shoulder after finishing your most recent drink, harry bring his arm up and wraps it around your shoulders at that and takes a swig of his beer (something more “lightweight”) with his other hand. melany rolls her eyes at this and you can’t blame her but you also can’t find it in you to care. she gets up with michael to dance, leaving you and harry alone in the booth, you look up at him, your head still resting on his chest and he leans down, kissing you. you smile into the kiss, feeling it deepen and soon enough you two are in a full make out session, unable to keep your hands off each other. your hands in his hair as he continued to kiss you so deeply while holding you tight as if you’d disappear. “we should get out of here” you say between kisses, wanting to be with him to more private space so you could do more. “yours or mine?” he asks.

you’re in his car now heading to yours, he opened your door and made sure you were buckled in before heading over to his side and hopping in the drivers seat “are you sure you’re okay to drive?” you ask him, you’d offer to drive yourself but you were equally as wasted, if not more. “i’m alright babe, we can take an uber if you’d feel better about it.” stopping his right hand from turning the ignition, he looks to you awaiting your response. “no im okay, it’s okay. i trust you.” he smiles, leaning over to kiss you briefly before turning the key and starting the car before pulling away and onto the street. the streets are completely empty due to the late hour, it’s so rare to see such empty streets in the city. harry rests his hand on your knee as he controls the steering wheel with his other, beginning to go slightly above the speed limit, you didn’t really mind it though. he continued going faster, and faster until you were very well over the speed limit but somehow still, you felt safe. you didn’t really care what happened when you were with him as long as it was with him.

the wind was in your hair as the top was down, his right hand placed on your thigh as you breezed through the motorway, harry going around the few cars there were with ease. finally you pull up to the car park of your apartment complex, you unbuckle your seatbelt as he does the same, immediately exiting the car before rounding it to open your door for you. despite all the miscommunication and heartbreak he was always such a gentleman. your hand in his, you dash to the elevators and once the doors close he’s immediately pushing you against the wall before attaching his lips to your neck just below your jaw. he’s sucking lightly against the skin of your neck as your hands once again find themselves in his hair, tugging it lightly causing him to groan against your neck. the elevator dings as the doors open to your floor, he brings his lips to yours as the two of you begin to make out as you blindly make your way to your door and unlock your door.

you finally make it inside as you make your way to your bedroom and he pushes you back as he makes his way on top of you, tugging at your shirt you break the kiss to lift your shirt over your head but his lips are back on yours as soon as your top is out of the way as your fingers fumble with his zipper. you finally get his trousers undone and he lifts himself off you to pull them off, taking the time to pull his shirt off as well, leaving him just in his boxers as you take this time to slide your mini skirt off as well. you sit up as he makes his way back to you, lips back on yours as he unhooks your bra and slides it off effortlessly, he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours as his hands drop down to your waist and he gives you a quick kiss before pulling back to get a better look at you.

“you’re so fucking beautiful baby.” he takes a hand to your tit, massaging it slowly before pushing you onto your back as his hands come to your hips and his fingers hook on either side of your panties before slowly dragging them down your legs. you split your legs open slightly as he throws your underwear into the growing pile on the floor, making his way back to you, one hand on the bed to keep his balance as the other finds its way to your breasts while he makes his way from your lips to your jaw, and neck. you can feel him through his boxers, pressing against you as you begin to grind against him. “please h, i need you.” you hook your fingers into his boxers and begin pulling them down as he finishes removing them once you couldn’t pull them down any further. “tell me what you need y/n, i’ll give you anything you ask me for.” he says as he looks into your eyes with so much sincerity, you almost can’t help but wonder if he truly means that. outside of the bedroom or if he’s just caught up in the heat of the moment. you decide not to think about that for the time being.

“need you inside of me, please h.” you say as he nods and places both of his hands on your hips as you spread your legs open and he aligns himself against you, you can practically feel his tip at your entrance. he takes his right hand off your hip and uses it to drag his tip along your slit, teasing you a bit before pushing in, slowly stretching you out. it felts so good to have him back inside of you, he was so long and thick, you couldn’t help but moan out at the feeling as he let out a breath above you. “oh fuck, you feel so good baby, you’re so tight for me.” he practically wants to roll his eyes to the back of his head at the feeling of your tight cunt sucking him in as he begins moving slowly, almost a bit overwhelmed at the feeling of being inside you, completely raw. “go a little faster h.” you say as he picks up his pace, and his right arm makes its way around your neck, squeezing it lightly.

“oh fuck you feel so fucking good baby.” he says as he picks up his pace even more “fuck i missed this, missed you so fucking much.” the sound of skin slapping fills the room and he’s going so hard and fast that you can’t keep your mouth shut and become a moaning mess. “y’know theres not a day i don’t think about you baby?” he says as he moves his hand from your neck to your breasts. “think about you everyday, how stupid i am for letting you go every time.” he’s pounding into you roughly now, hitting your g-spot with every thrust as you moaned in complete pleasure, yet your brain also working overtime to manage thinking about what he’s saying whilst completely railing into you mercilessly.

“h please don’t, don’t say these things. not if you don’t mean them.” you say between breaths. “i mean they baby, i’ve been so stupid letting you go. i promise ill do better if you give me another chance, you’re all i want.” he’s now rocking into you at a rough pace, his hand back around your neck making you feel dizzy and full of pleasure all while still thinking of his words. the sound of his balls slapping against you as he buries himself deep into you. “fuck i’m gonna cum.” you say as he brings his hand down to your clit and you can’t help but to let go, your orgasm hitting you hard. “oh fuck baby, feels so good. squeeze my cock so good, i’m gonna cum.” he continues thrusting into you as he cums inside of you, fucking you through your high until you’re both settled. he rests his arms on either side of you, still inside of you as he looks into your eyes and leans down to kiss you.

“please give me another chance baby, you’re the love of my life, i want to be the person you deserve.” he says with sincerity but you can’t help to wonder if he actually means it, i mean sure when he’s asked for forgiveness in the past he did mean what he said, at the time. but over time things would change, priorities would shift and you’d end up back at square one. but you just couldn’t say no to him, you never could and part of you hated yourself for that. you knew you were just setting yourself up for heartbreak but you just couldn’t stop yourself no matter how much you wish you could because it destroyed you every time. “okay.”

“really? you’ve just made me so happy my love. thank you so much, i promise i won’t let you down this time.” that much you didn’t know.

•••

harry was sleeping, he ended up staying the night. i guess last nights events tired him out but you? you were wide awake, couldn’t sleep.

eventually you gave up on trying to catch any sleep, thoughts of harry and your relationship working overtime on your mind. you side up and grab your pack of cigarettes, a habit you picked up from your father, and head out into your balcony. sitting down on a chair as you light your cigarette. you bring your legs to your chest as you inhale your first puff and memories of you and harry’s past relationship come to mind, all the great times hit also all the lies, the arguments, the secrets. you couldn’t help but cry.

you loved him so much, when your relationship was good it was really good, but when it was bad? it was really bad. sure if something went wrong this time you’d have no one to blame but yourself. after all you were the fool that kept giving him chance after chance and he always made the same mistakes. every time things ended between you two it destroyed you. after everything was over you were just a shell of yourself, your friends were always concerned about you afterwards.

you knew you were just hurting yourself at this point honestly, but you just couldn’t help but give him another opportunity because you would always cling onto the good times with him, always remember the great times you had and how good he could be to you. you were pathetic honestly, crying in your balcony while he slept peacefully in your bedroom after you’ve given him yet another chance. you really hope it’s different this time, that he’ll really change but deep down you know he won’t and it’ll end the same as it does every time, it will destroy you again and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.

•••

little psa that i DO NOT encourage these kinds of relationships!! if you’re in a similar situation pls know you’re not alone 🫶🏻

[hailsatanacab]

a father's son

Happy holiday truce, @dashing-through-ecto!! I was your gifter this year, I hope you enjoy the fic! Based on your prompt: "Do you need any help, Dad?"

Word count 2.2k - ao3 link

Things have not been going well for Danny Fenton.

Not only did he fail in intercepting Lancer’s call home, so now Mom and Dad know about his latest grades—he didn’t even get enough answers for an F this time, not when he fell asleep within the first five minutes—but they also caught Jazz taking the trash out for him.

“That’s one of your chores, young man! Heaven knows you don’t have many of them, which is why you need to be responsible and actually do the ones that we give you! It’s just not good enough, Daniel James Fenton, do you hear me?”

The full name.

It’s not often he gets it, but it sucks each and every time he does.

What sucks even more is that now, with what little free time he has, he’s cleaning the lab. It’s just not fair!

Broken glass skitters along the floor as he sweeps it up into the dustpan, ectoplasm still clinging to the bottom of the beaker. 

He can’t even goof off—can’t even use his powers to finish quicker—because his dad is sitting at the workbench tinkering with whatever his newest interest is.

Great. Looks like he’s stuck cleaning the boring, human way.

The lab is quiet, but it isn’t silent. 

Ectoplasm drips, maddeningly, from the gloop stuck on the ceiling. That’s a form of torture, isn’t it? Danny’s pretty sure he’s heard that before, that the constant sound of water droplets will drive someone insane. He can relate, because this is certainly testing him.

Dad’s talking to himself, too, little murmurs about what he’s doing, where he should be soldering, how it should be working and why it isn’t. 

Vaguely, Danny wonders what he’s working on. Sure, it’s probably some ghost thing, but that’s not all they do! His parents made some pretty great advances before the portal switched on and monopolised all of their thoughts.

Yeah, that might be wishful thinking, but stranger things have happened! You never know.

Every 30 seconds, the motor on the ecto-filter whirrs into life, syphoning off the excess, pure ectoplasm from the portal and filtering it into something less volatile. In theory.

Underneath everything, the portal hums.

A droning beat that pulses in the same rhythm as his heart. Sometimes, he catches himself staring at it, leaning closer as it calls to him.

It scares him.

“Shit!” his dad shouts, dropping the soldering iron with a loud clang. 

It’s enough to knock Danny out of whatever daydream he’d lost himself in and he whirls around to see his dad sucking on one of his fingers.

They lock eyes, both widening as they realise what’s happened.

“Ah, I mean, suffering spooks! That really hurt…” He shoves his fingers back into his mouth and his shoulders droop as he considers Danny. “Don’t tell your mother.”

Danny laughs.

“Are you alright?”

“It’d take more than that to put Jack Fenton down! All good, Danno, don’t you worry,” he smiles back before shaking his hand out and turning back to whatever he was working on. “Or, I would be, if this hunk of junk was cooperating with me!”

“What’s up?” Danny asks, curiosity getting the better of him.

Normally, he likes to stay out of the lab, as much as he can. 

Obviously, what Phantom does doesn’t count. Phantom can’t help but come into the lab, set ghosts loose into the Zone, trash whatever weapons his parents have got going on, sneak out into the Zone when he can for some much needed R&R. The ectoplasm just hits different there.

“I’m trying to repurpose this toaster, but the ecto won’t run smoothly through the wiring. I think it keeps getting cooked by the element.”

“Oh? Do you need some help?”

Danny doesn’t like spending time in the lab, because if he’s in the lab then he’s either Phantom and he’s trying hard not to be seen or heard, or he’s Danny and he’s being punished.

But his curiosity is piqued.

“Yeah, come here, have a look! Perhaps another Fenton brain can knock some sense into it!”

So, he does.

Hell, anything beats cleaning the lab.

“You’re trying to run it through here?”

Dad nods and shifts in his seat to give Danny a better view.

“But you can’t, because the ecto is tripping the heating element… which is way higher than a toaster has any right to be, wow. No wonder it’s destabilising the ectoplasm, that would destabilise anything.”

Danny pokes around the casing, wiggling the wires back and forth to get a better look at the absolute mess his dad has made of it all. Sometimes it amazes him that his parents' inventions work at all.

“That’s what I’m thinking! But it has to be that high so we can completely break down the ecto!”

“You want it to break down?”

“Yep!” Dad says, clapping him on the back hard enough that he wheezes. He grins down at him when Danny turns around reproachfully. “Think of it, boyo, if we could figure out how to flash fry that ectoplasm high enough so that it evaporates—which it should do, it’s goopy gross liquid, after all!—then you wouldn’t be stuck down here cleaning for so long! We could take it to the streets after a ghost fight and clean up the whole town!”

Well, it’s not a Nobel Prize level invention… Danny’s pretty sure at this point that his parents would be laughed out by the Nobel committee. But, a quicker cleaning of the lab does sound nice.

It would mean he’d be stuck down here a lot less.

Besides… It's interesting.

“What if we…” Danny trails off and pulls the metal frame towards him, grabbing the tweezers as he goes. Vaguely, he’s aware of his dad leaning over his shoulder, the weight of him watching is a comforting presence that he’s not felt in a long while. 

The real trouble is that you need ectoplasm to affect ectoplasm, and that’s not going to work if the object of the game is to evaporate it. 

So what if they don’t introduce the reactive ecto until the end?

He makes quick work of stripping down what his dad’s already done and starts again, this time focussing on keeping the heat contained separately away from the ectoplasm. Just as he’s piecing together a trigger to concurrently shoot a blast of ecto towards the heated tip, Dad exclaims as he realises where he’s going with it.

“Oh! Danny, you’re a genius! Look at that!” Dad laughs and squints closer at what Danny’s doing. “Just wait until your mother sees this, she’s going to be so happy!”

Danny can’t help but grin as he ductapes everything to a piece of toaster casing to give it the first test try. Dad’s enthusiasm is catching as he whoops when the first puddle of ectoplasm burns off in acrid smoke.

They spend another couple of hours perfecting it, welding a case together and branding it with the Fenton F.

It’s not pretty—but then again, when are his parents’ inventions?—a long stick with a cattle-prod-like taser at the end. Instead of electricity, it launches ectoplasm from one rod and superheats the other. When activated, all you need to do is touch the tip to a puddle and poof! It’s gone.

Danny shivers as he watches another pool go up.

But, no! He’s thinking about it wrong. It’s not a cattle-prod, it’s more like one of those sticks you see people using on the highway to jab at the litter on the floor. It’s for cleaning. It’s going to make his lab cleaning chores way easier! It’s—

“Danny, just look at it!”

Danny looks at it, and then back to his father’s face when he can’t bear to see the smoking ecto anymore. It’s painfully happy and Danny does his best to be happy, too.

“Here!” Dad shoves the contraption into Danny’s arms. “You use that and finish what you’re doing and then when you’re done—I can’t believe I’m saying this, galloping ghouls, I’m so happy, I’m working with my boy—we can get to work transferring it over to the Jack o’ Nine Tails! Imagine it, Danny, with one whip and that pesky poltergeist Phantom will be gone!”

Danny freezes.

It feels as if Dad’s just dumped a bucket of ice water over him.

“Poof! Up in smoke!”

The fumes are getting to him. That must be it. His head is swimming and his stomach is churning. There’s a ringing in his ears and it melds with the sharp, stinging whirr of ectoplasm sizzling. It pulses in time with the portal behind him.

He stumbles, almost goes down—almost throws up—but it doesn’t matter. Dad doesn’t see him, already turned away back to the work bench.

It doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter.

You know what, it’s okay! It’ll be okay, Danny can sneak back down here later tonight and he can undo it all, it doesn’t matter!

Take a deep breath, now, finish cleaning the lab, ignore Dad—it doesn’t matter���and get this over with. Being here makes his skin crawl, he needs to finish—

“I’m so proud of you, Danny.”

For the second time, Danny stops.

Dad doesn’t say anything else, just sits with his back to him, opening and closing his hand over a screwdriver with the Jack o’ Nine Tails splayed out in front of him.

It takes longer than Danny wants to find his voice, but he manages to croak out, “What?”

“I’m proud of you, Danno. I know this year hasn’t been easy for you, don’t think we haven’t noticed. Your mom and I have been talking about how you're doing at school. We're not blind. We know kids can be cruel, and that Dash Baxter… But we're so proud of you for not rising to it. We love you so much, Danny.”

A lump grows in Danny’s throat and his eyes prickle.

His fingers bleach white where they grip the Fenton Evaporator too tight.

“Look at what you can do when you try, Danny! This is the boy that I know, this is the Danny that I love. I’m so proud of what we’ve done here today. It’ll make the world a better place, just you wait! Now, come on, boyo, pass me that soldering iron and let’s really get stuck in!”

And… And Danny does.

With shaky limbs and tears threatening to spill, Danny reaches over and passes Dad the soldering iron, watching as he gets to work, and when his dad asks him to get his hands dirty—“Here, run this wire up the rope, there’s a good boy!”—he does.

Danny does it all and he does it well.

He sucks in a deep breath, swipes a hand over his eyes, and he helps his dad.

He laughs when Dad tells his stupid jokes:

“Quick! What’s red, white, and blue all over?”

“I don’t know, Dad, what’s red, white, and blue all over?”

“A ghost that we’ve beaten into oblivion!”

And he hopes that his mom is going to be just as proud as Dad says she will be when she sees what they’ve done.

It’s easy, really.

If he doesn’t think about it, if he tucks his mind away and just lets his hands get on with it, then he’s just helping his dad and he can do that. He can do it.

He can do it.

So, no, he doesn’t sabotage what they’ve built. He doesn’t add in a failsafe. He doesn’t loosen a few screws, or overload the element, or untwist a few wires.

Danny does his best and at the end of the day his dad holds up the new and improved Jack o’ Nine Tails and absolutely beams at him. A work of art, he calls it.

Danny doesn’t sabotage it then and he won’t sabotage it later, because it’s a work of art. This is what he and his dad built. Together.

Danny can’t help but grin back, happiness curling in his belly even as it gives a sickening lurch.

He doesn’t eat dinner that night, he can’t.

He stays downstairs long enough to present the new weapon to Mom—very pointedly ignoring Jazz’s look—and then he heads upstairs. There’s an English essay he needs to get started on, after all.

He doesn’t miss the look Mom and Dad share, the fond tenderness, the love, the hope, all directed at him.

He’s happy.

They’re happy.

They’re proud of him.

And despite it all, he had fun today! 

When he lays down on his bed, he smiles and he can’t stop the laughter bubbling up as he thinks about his dad. At one point, he had been holding up a circular piece of metal he’d cannibalised from the lamp shade to his eyes, moving it back and forth as he pulled his funny faces, and some of that full belly laugh creeps back in as he remembers doing the same back.

He laughs so hard until he cries, and he cries, and he cries. 

Today, he and his dad built a weapon. 

Tomorrow, it'll be used on him, but that's okay. 

It's okay because today, today his dad was proud.

[emotionalhottiee]

Broken 💔

Jimmy Uso/Jonathan Fatu

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise stated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events in this fanfic are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

just a quick oneshot until i get over this writers block. Hope you enjoy.

Heart Broken…

Doesn’t even begin to explain how i feel. How could he do this to us?

Thoughts of frustration and brokenness ran rampant through my mind as hot tears poured down my face. After all i had been through with Jonathan how could he throw away everything we had. My mind ran back to walking into his condo, opening his bedroom door to be met with an image of some ig thot, bent over while the love of my life was behind her. My heart shattered had into a million pieces.

Now the tears I’ve been crying out, for the past 30 minutes have blurred my vision. Thinking about that day against my will. But seeing him tonight made the memory pop up. Even though i knew there was a slight chance he would be at our friends birthday party. Actual seeing him, just felt like another knife being jammed right into my heart.

“Kenzi, are you alright in there?” “You’ve been in this bathroom a long time” my friend Kiara screamed through the door.

I hadn’t even realized i had been in here that long, but i just couldn’t stop crying. Watching Jon strut up in this party with some new girl on his arm. As if the last year and a half meant so little to him, he could move on within days. LITERALLY 5 days ago i caught him in bed with another woman.

And now it’s saturday, and he bought a whole other woman with him. Damn, How many others were there? I thought to myself as i wiped the tears from my bloodshot red eyes. Trying to cover up the fact that i been in the bathroom of a mutal friend of ours,sobbing over this man. What did i ever do to make him be so cold & callous towards me?

I have to pull myself together! I tried to tell myself encouragingly, i am not going to let him see me, so vulnerable. For what? He doesn’t seem to care in the least bit. Too busy fake laughing at the girl with her ass hanging out of her shorts.

He’s knows her ass ain’t that funny.

As i finish up wiping my face, one last time. Before i could even get myself all the way out of the bathroom Kiara yanked my ass into a tight hug. She knew i needed this that’s why she my friend.

“Girl don’t let him make you sad. Fuck him, you deserve so much better.” She calmly stated to me rocking us back & forth. This is exactly what will make my ass start crying again. But i am so thankful for my friend, trying to keep me from being sad.

Against Kiara’s advice i decided to stay at this party. This was one of Jon & I’s mutal friend, I’m not gonna let him feel like he has won (Even though he totally has won).

I put on my bravest face to go back and chill, before our friends pull out a game of taboo. We had split up into two teams and of course i end up on a team with Jon & his whore of the week. It was almost as if God was punishing me for still wanting to be around him. But truth be told i was obsessed with him. I loved him more than the air i breathed.

And as much as i can possibly lie to myself, i know he loves me too.

*some time later*

The party winded down, Kiara & I were helping our friends clean up. Jon’s little girlfriend ended up leaving. I thought they would’ve rode together but i guess not. And I’m honestly kinda happy about that. He’s been staring at me all night. Now that he’s alone i know where this night will take us. Especially since i rode with Kiara.

Jon asked me if i needed a ride home, knowing damn well i don’t like driving at night. I tried to act like i had to go back with Kiara, she gave us a shrug letting us know she didn’t mind. She knew me too well. As much as she wanted me to stand up for myself, she knew where my heart was. And wanting to be there for me she wasn’t gonna fight me on it. I appreciated that. Giving her a hug goodnight she gave me eyes of pleading, but with a hint of be careful. I rubbed her arms up & down letting her know i’d be okay.

The ride back to Jon’s house was quiet at first nothing but low 90s R&B playing. But he eventually turned the music off. He grabbed my hand while holding the steering with his other and apologized for his actions within the last week. My eyes filled up to the brim before a tear rolled down my cheek. I couldn’t even respond. I just held onto his hand, he bought my hand up to his mouth still holding it kissing it ever so gently. This is the soft, caring Jon i feel in love with. For a quick second he looked at me our eyes staring into one another. Until he turned his eyes back to the road.

This is going to be a great night.

[louloulemons-posts]

Misunderstandings

Eddie Munson X Fem!HarringtonTwin!Reader

Summary : Eddie and Y/N have been dating in secret for months now, but what happens when Y/N can’t do it anymore?

word count : 2.6k

Warnings : Use of Y/N, angst, reader crying, couple drama, twin brother steve, supportive bestie robin, pet names, kisses, a few swears, happy ending.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Steve come on!” she shouted from the bottom of the stairs, “We’re gonna be late!”

“Alright Alright I’m coming,”

“Next time we’re taking two cars, how the hell do you make us late everytime. We still have to pick up Robs!” she sighed, pushing her brother out of the door.

“Well Robin needs to get a license!” he exclaimed getting into the passenger side of the car. “She can’t afford it, don’t be a douche.”

“Blah blah blah, can you just drive. C’mon you said we were gonna be late.”

Turning the keys, engine starting, “I will kick you out of this car and you can walk.”

“I have my own car!”

“Then use it!”

The remainder of the journey continued with the twins bickering between themselves, only halting when they arrived at Robins. Beeping the horn to let her now they were here.

“Okay get in the back,” Y/N said to her brother.

“What? Why?”

“Robins a guest, she gets front seat! She’s also my bestfriend so-”

“She was mine first!” he cut her off.

“No!”

“Yes we worked at Scoops together!”

“And what? She didn’t even like you until I said you weren’t ‘King Steve’ anymore. Now move it.”

“You’re so bossy! I think you should be the older twin,” he sighed, climbing out the car.

Robin ran out of the house, sliding her jacket on, chuckling as she saw Steve climbing into the back, grumbling as he did. “Hey Robs,” Y/N smiled at her friend as she climbed in. “What happened to 5pm?” she asked the pair.

“Well Steve decided to procrastinate until 4:30, knowing it takes him at least an hour to get ready,” she explained, pulling away from the house. Grumbling came from the back, “Steve I swear I wasn’t joking about kicking you out!”

Robin laughed at the twins, knowing it’d be an eventful journey to the movies.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“And this is why we tell them to be here 45 minutes before we actually need to be here,” Dustin explained as the trio walked through the door. “I’ll remember that next time you want picking up from Hellfire,” Steve smiled him.

“Also we’re not even the last ones here, where’s Munson?” Robin asked.

“Eddies coming?” Y/N whispered to her friend.

“Mhm, maybe it’s time to tell Steve?” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“I’m here I’m here!” a voice yelled as Eddie Munson practically fell through the door.

“Great can we go now!” Mike complained, yanking Els hand towards the door. “I’m just gonna get something to drink. Robs you want anything?”

“Cherry Pepsi please.” Y/N hummed at her friend, walking over to the line.

“Where’s my offer?” Steve called after her.

“What do you want?” she sighed.

“Dr Pepper!”

“You’re paying me back later then.”

“I’ll help her, I want to get some snacks so,” Eddie said to the group who went ahead into the theatre.

Waiting for the people in front of her to finish ordering, Y/N felt arms wrap around her waist and a face nuzzle into her neck. “Hey Princess,” Eddie smiled, kissing her neck.

“Hey Eds.” Turning to kiss his cheek, “What do you want?” she asked.

“You.”

“Oh shush,” she wiggled in his hold.

“It’s true!” he exclaimed, which made her laugh. The people in front moved out the way and Y/N smiled at the worker. “Hey, can I please get a cherry pepsi, 2 Dr Peppers and … Eds?”

“I’ll order mine,” he smiled, which she nodded awkwardly at him. “That’s everything then please.” Paying for the drinks, she slid them across the counter, “Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll bring Steves,” Eddie said.

“Oh um yeah sure, I’ll see you in there.” Grabbing her and Robins drinks she passed her ticket over to the clerk, giving them a slight smile.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

She found Robin and Steve, walking up to their row she handed Robin her drink, “Munsons bringing yours.” He nodded facing the screen.

Sitting next to Robin she sighed, “You okay?”

“Oh yeah fine, fine.”

The curly haired metal head walked in soon after, just as the movie began to play. Handing Steve his drink he sat down next to Y/N. She smiled at him, which he reciprocated, but quickly turned to face the screen.

Normally Eddie was chatty and touchy with her, they were keeping their relationship quiet but they were friends too. What if he didn’t want that anymore? Oh my god.

“Are we okay?” she whispered to the boy.

“Uh yeah? Why?” he asked, putting popcorn into his mouth. “You just seem a little off, you know you can talk to me?” He nodded, about to reply before they were shushed by Henderson.

Y/N sighed, sipping her drink, trying to ignore the feeling in her stomach and focus on the movie. Clearly she wasn’t hiding her feelings well as robin squeezed her hand. She looked up at her friend who asked, “Bathroom? You want a breather?”

The girl nodded, almost trampling Eddie as she went, followed by her best friend.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Cold water wet her face and she stood in front of the mirror, “Are you okay?” Robin asked, rubbing her shoulder gently. “I think he might want to break up. I mean come on, he won’t even look at me.”

“Hey he’s just being stupid, it’s probably just cause Steve’s here.”

“Yeah but he’s the one who wants to hide it not me! What if he’s embarrassed of me, or he’s hiding it cause he wants it to be a fling.”

“Listen to me, anyone would be lucky to have you. If he can’t see that then it’s his loss, he’s an ass. You’ve got this okay.” Y/N nodded at her, “Thanks Robs.”

“You wanna go back in? We can swap seats,” she suggested. “Would you mind?”

“Not at all, it means you can deal with your brother instead.”

“Oh goodie, lucky me,” she groaned, making them both laugh.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Walking out of the movies, the two girls walked arm in arm. “It was so bad,” she laughed. “Wasn’t even scary!” Robin exclaimed.

“All you kiddies okay getting home?” Y/N asked the younger kids.

“My moms getting me, El, Mike and Lucas. Thank you though,” Will smiled.

“Max?” she asked the redhead.

“Eddie said I could ride with him.”

“Henderson?”

“Do you mind?” He asked.

“Nah kid, let’s go.”

As she was about to leave the theatre, she felt a hand on her wrist. “Hey, what happened in there? You okay?” Eddies familiar voice spoke.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

“Do you want to hang out tomorrow? Wayne’s working all day so, we’d have the place to ourselves,”he smiled, pulling her closer by her waist.

Wow, she really was just a booty call. “You know what Munson, I’m gonna have to pass. I’ll see you.” She said, pulling out of his hold and walking over to her car.

“What was that all about?” Robin asked.

“Nothing,” she shrugged, starting the car and driving towards Dustin and Robins homes.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Robin and Steve were both working, but Y/N had a day off, so she was relaxing by the pool. Deciding that she wanted to spend the day by herself. Sliding into the water, she swam underneath, allowing herself to sink slightly.

Robin was right, she deserved more than to be someone’s secret, she deserved to be shown off and taken out on dates. Not just hidden away, never meeting family, a good half foot between them when friends were around.

Needing to take a breath she swam back up. Jumping slightly when she saw the familiar boy dressed in denim. “I did knock but no answer, and your car was out front so,” he explained.

Pushing herself out of the poor she squeezed out her hair and wrapped a towel around herself. “Did you need something?”

“I thought you were busy today?”

“Never said that.”

“What’s going on?” He asked and she walked passed him. “You tell me.”

“What? Baby hang on a minute.”

“Don’t do that,” she sighed.

“Do what?”

“Call me that!” Y/N exclaimed, walking up the stairs and towards her bedroom.

“What I’m not allowed to call you that anymore?”

“No you’re not!”

“Well why not, you’re my girlfriend aren’t you?”

“I don’t know am I?”

“What?” Eddie shouted, “What are you talking about?”

“Well you seem to only want me as your girlfriend in private! And even then it’s like we’re fuck buddies!”

“No it’s not!”

“Yes it is! You won’t even look at me around other people.”

“That’s not true!” Eddie starting shouting back.

“Yes it is! If you’re embarrassed of me just say so!”

“I-I … Y/N,” he stuttered.

“You know what just go!” she yelled.

“What?”

“Get out! If you’re so embarrassed of me, you wouldn’t want people to notice your van outside would you!”

“Embarrassed? I’m not embarrassed of you! Fuck will you let me speak!”

“Now you want to? Now you want to fix this? No I am done, get out.”

“What? Baby no-” he spoke gently.

“Get out of my house.”

She turned her back on the boy slamming the door of her bathroom and locking herself inside. Leaning against it she listened out. Footsteps pattered down the stairs and the house shook with the slam of the front door.

Unlocking her own, she ran to the window, watching him get in his van and slam his hand on the steering wheel. He sat for a few seconds, before starting it up and driving away at an unsafe speed.

Letting out a sob, her hands came up to cover her face. Wiping away her tears furiously she walked towards the bathroom to shower off.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The phone rang out, echoing through the house, “Hello?” Y/N spoke.

“Okay what the hell is going on?” Robin spoke from the other end. “What?” she asked.

“Munson is currently going through romcom movies for himself, looking like he’s just been smacked in the face.”

Y/N couldn’t help it she sniffled, “Oh no, you broke up didn’t you?”

“Robs I couldn’t do it anymore! I’m so tired of being hidden away!”

“I know, how are you holding up?”

“I don’t know. Jesus Robs, I was so ready to tell him I love him, I feel like a fool.”

“You’re not. Hey I’ll come over later, we can have a movie night, I’ll make Steve take me to the store to get snacks.”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Munson,” Robin spoke, walking up to him.

“Oh Hi Robin.”

“Listen, I’m not going to pretend like I don’t know cause I do. You and Y/N.”

“She told you?”

“I figured it out, you two kept making eyes at each other.” He chuckled at that.

“Yeah well not anymore. Pretty sure she hates me.”

“She doesn’t, just so you know. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why don’t you want to tell anyone you two?” she asked.

He sighed, “Robin, honestly, she’s way out of my league. I’m a freak. I’m a nerd. I’ve only just graduated highschool, and that was by the skin of my teeth. I have no money. I’m in a band. I have a shitty job.”

“Do you seriously think she cares?”

“I know she doesn’t, but she deserves the world.”

“Do you love her?” Eddie paused, putting the video he had in his hand back down, “More than anything.”

“Then that’s all that matters, now Munson, me and you are going to fix this.”

“Is there any point?”

“Eddie, I have never seen her like this over a guy. She adores you. You’re getting her back.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Lay on her bed, Y/N heard knocking on her door, “Yeah?” she called out.

“It’s me, do you want dinner?” Steve asked.

She hopped up off her bed and walked to the door, opening it to come face to face with her brother.

“Woah, you okay?” he asked. She shook her head, tears filling her eyes, wrapping her arms round her brother. “Y/N hey, it’s alright. You’re okay. Stevies got you,” he shushed her, rubbing her back.

Once she calmed down a bit Steve pulled away slightly. “What’s going on?”

“Just boy stuff. I thought I meant more to him than I actually did.”

“Want me to hurt him?”

“Steve, you’ve only won one fight in your life.”

“Against a Russian soldier!” she laughed at that. “Can I ask who?”

“I don’t think you’ll be happy.”

“Oh I already know. You’re not good at hiding it. Just wanted you to tell me when you were ready.”

“How long?”

“Couple months.”

“Well it doesn’t matter it’s over now.”

“I see the way he looks at you, I don’t think it is. I’m gonna order a pizza okay?” he said, to which she nodded. Pressing his lips softly to her head, he squeezed her shoulder.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Y/N can you get the door?” Steve called out.

Assuming it was the pizza she opened it quickly, but it wasn’t. “Eddie?”

“Hi, um these are for you,” he said handing her a bunch of Tulips.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I came to fix this, hopefully. I want too. I will do anything I can to fix this.”

“Eddie I can’t keep being your dirty secret.”

“You’re not! Baby you’re not! You deserve the world, you’re worth so much more than me.”

“What?”

“I just, baby look at us. Look at me. Look at you. You’re worth the world and more. You deserve everything, I don’t want to let you down.”

“Eddie you mean the world to me! You are everything to me. I want you. I want us.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just got into my own head. I saw the way the guy at the movies looked at us, and I’ve seen others too,” he explained.

“Eds I want to be with you.”

“I want to be with you. I want to meet your brother as your boyfriend, I want you to meet Wayne. I want the kids to think we’re gross when we kiss in front of them.”

“Well I’d appreciate if you didn’t kiss in front of me,” Steve spoke, he was leaning on the doorframe. “You make her cry again Munson, and you’ll be at the bottom of Lovers Lake faster than you can say D&D.”

Eddie saluted Steve, “It won’t happen again.” Steve hummed and wander back to another room. “Could we start again? Please baby, I love you and I’d be a complete idiot if I didn’t try and get you back.”

“You love me?” Y/N asked, her eyes widening.

“Yeah I do. So much. The thought of not being with you, of you hating me. It made me feel sick. Made me hate myself. I love you.

“I know I don’t have much, but I will give you everything I can. If you’ll let me?”

“Of course I will you idiot, I love you,” she said, taking his face in her hands and kissing him fiercely. “You do?” he laughed.

“Yes!” she gave him a watery smile, “I love you more than anything Edward Munson.”

“I love you Y/N Harrington.”

When their lips almost touched, someone cleared their throat. “Uh I’m sorry to interrupt but someone owes me $20,” a girl spoke, with two pizza boxes in hand. “Oh sorry, Steve!”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Thank you so much for reading, feel free to leave any requests 🤍

[byllsbytch]

Carnival Date

Nicholas Alexander Chavez

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You and Nicholas are off to the state fair today, you spend your morning getting ready and then eventually drive to the carnival

A/N: I’ll make a pt 2 of them going on the rides n shi

Warnings: Bowel issues?

Me and Nicholas were off to the state fair today.

We woke up super early and got ready, while I packed our bag, Nicholas made us breakfast to start the day. In the bag I put my purse, keys, snacks and water bottles, making sure to also grab my camera. While waiting for breakfast I grabbed the camping chairs from the garage and put them in the trunk of the car.

I sat outside at the small coffee table as Nicholas brought out eggs on toast and fruit on the side.

“Mmh!” I moaned “You’re too good to me.”

I waited for Nick to sit down before I cut into the toast the egg yolk running.

“Impressive Mr Chavez, very good job handsome.”

He grinned at the praise, before swallowing hard.

“Um, how did you sleep last night babe?” He questioned.

“Yeah pretty good actually, at one point I dreamt that I was back at my daycare job and there was this one kid that kept running a muck.” I furrowed my eyebrows, “It was actually kind of a nightmare.”

He chuckled, “Well at least you woke up refreshed?”

I just smiled shaking my head.

“How about yourself? Are you ready for the drive?”

“I slept really good actually, best sleep I’ve had this week… it was so comfy and slept like a baby.”

“That’s because I was in your bed last night.” I joked.

He smiled rubbing his forehead.

“I think you’re right actually.” He slightly frowned, “But no dreams though, I guess it’s kind of a blessing, I could’ve been dreaming about naughty kids at daycare.”

We both exchanged a giggle as I drew some strawberries toward my mouth. The fruit was refreshing, the sun was shining and I was in good company.

We spoke for a while before I cleared our plates, washed them, dried them and put them back.

“I’ll get the car started!” I called to the bathroom door where nick was.

I grabbed our stuff and piled it into the car then going to the driver seat and waiting 5 minutes for Nicholas to finally get out the door.

He jumped into the car placing on his glasses.

“You ready princess?” I asked.

“Hell yeah princess!” He replied smacking the dashboard.

I pulled out of the driveway and we were finally off.

“Having bowel issues honey?” I asked.

He looked at me with a smile in disbelief.

“No! I was just -“ He paused for a second. “Having bowel issues” he finished in defeat.

“I couldn’t help it, that egg just went right through me.”

I gasped throwing my hand to my mouth with a giggle.

“Well you’re all sorted now. Would it be bad if I stopped at Starbucks and got us a coffee?”

“Oof, yeah maybe not for me, I can’t trust myself… but go knock yourself out.”

-

After 30 minutes we were still driving but getting close to the fair, the music was pumping and I checked on Nick who was looking out the window. Although we weren’t talking we were completely comfortable in each others presence, we didn’t even need to talk but would still feel content together.

“What show bags are you thinking of getting?” I asked.

“Probably be safe and stick to the Kit Kat one, but I also seen one for cologne.”

I nodded in agreement. “I’d seen one for Ariana Grande.”

He rose an eyebrow, “Ariana Grande?”

“Yeah, I know I’m not her biggest fan but the makeup and perfume in it looks really promising.”

“Tell you what I AM excited for..”

“Tell me Nicholas.”

“A good old CORN DAWWG.”

I couldn’t help but lose it at the way he said corn dog and he stared at me with a pleased grin.

We finally got to the fair and I pulled into the parking lot. It was sectioned off and had cones everywhere, with workers wearing vests to help guide people to their bays.

I pulled up to a young man who had a radio and name badge “JAKE”.

“Hey-ya Guys! What was your number?”

I grabbed my phone and looked for my tickets showing him the screenshot.

“B-12, alrighty just down that way on the left.”

“Awesome thank you.” I smiled taking my foot off the brake.

“Thanks.” Echoed Nicholas.

“No worries darling” I heard the worker call.

Nick spun his head back at the worker.

“Jesus babe, don’t lose your neck.”

“Did he just call you darling?” Nicholas scoffed.

“Am I not?” I teased, “I think he was talking to you darling.”

He shook his head, “He probably says that to everyone.”

I laughed to myself at Nicks tension, still holding onto the fact that another man called me a nickname.

I hopped out the car and went to the back of the car.

“I think I’ll just leave the bag in the car for now, I’ll grab it later when the fireworks start.”

He snaked an arm around my waist, kissing me on the cheek.

“That’s a good idea honey.”

I grabbed out my purse from the bag and put the bag back.

We walked towards the fair hand in hand.

“What do you want to do first?” He asked.

“The basketball toss looks like it has the shortest line.”

He nodded in agreement, “Yeah, we’ll do games first then rides?”

“Sounds like a plan babe.”

We walked closer to the game.

“I bet I’m going to absolutely smoke you.”

“Sure you would Nick, I think you forgot me and Lebron James got almost identical stats, just look at my build.”

Nicholas, who towered over me, look me up and down.

“Hmmm” he hummed.

Ok writing part 2 now, I’ll probably post it either tonight or tomoz because I’m working late tonight. But thank u guys for ur support and hope you enjoyed.

[rosemariad]

Supernatural season 14

Oh boy!

So Alt-Michael has taken over Dean’s body and absconded to parts unknown - what an unprecedented plot twist who could’ve possibly seen this coming, certainly not Dean, the one guy who doesn’t trust angels and has a history of being short-sighted & making shitty deals.

Since this is season 14, and there’s only 1 more season after this, I presume Dean will never grow out of these bad qualities 🤦🏾‍♀️, so…moving on.

Check you out Sam, leading your new band of hunters, like some sort of Hunters Incorporated©️. I’m glad Sam gets to spend more time with his mom, but he won’t let her take care of him 😔😭

Was it me or did that Michael & Anael scene feel like Jensen x Danneel role play 🤣 - at least when he caressed her face. Like really bro? I don’t think the scene would’ve played out that way if the actors weren’t actual husband and wife 🤣

Shoutout to Supernatural for keeping Mark Pellegrino employed lol 😂😂 cuz I don’t see Why the fuck he’s still around if the devil is supposedly dead - wasn’t Mark P. also doing 13 reasons why around this time?? Anywho, Nick, luci’s longtime vessel, isn’t dead???? What does Nick have that jimmy novak didn’t (or literally any other angel vessel for that matter) — plot convenience? That must be it 🤣🤣🤣

Cas honey, why are you letting these demons beat you up? Cuz Dean is gone on your watch? cuz im sorry there’s no way im believing Cas was weaker than all them demons. That’s also plot convenience IDGAF!

After yet another demon-hunter showdown, Mary and Bobby are spotted sharing a beer & flirting���I wish John were around to see this AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Oh Jack, poor guy feels worthless for having no power. He should’ve been like ‘Castiel what’s it like being worthless?’ since that was Castiel’s arc for a minute too, which again fuck Supernatural for. Cas had like 1 badass moment last season when he fried Donatello’s brains but that’s it. Meanwhile Nick totally called Cas out, bringing up Jimmy again and driving that guilt straight into Castiel.

Alt-Michael is recruiting?? Brief Dean cameo in 14x02, you give him like 2 lines, wow 😒. Even Sam got more screen time in 5x22 swan song…but Dean suddenly comes back at the end of the episode???? Nah, bullshit!

Also lol karma for Dean in 14x02 when Jack is like, ‘Dean doesn’t matter’, Michael has to be stopped. Ahahahahahahaha. He was the so called pragmatist when it came to Jack, now it’s Jack’s turn. Castiel’s face when jack said it tho…

Dean got stabbed by AU Kaia? What?? Oh look yet another instance of Dean running away from his problems and pain and being a dick to Kaia (though she's technically a different person) again! Good for you tho AU Kaia for giving Dean a taste of his own medicine and telling him off.

Bobby leave Sam alone, I’m here for his captain my captain era. The lovable giant is doing his best!

So some necromancer gets away from Jack & Dean but we’re not gonna see her again, right??? There’s just a little over 30 episodes left in the show at this point. They probably didn’t know that at the time though.

Shoutout to the devil for basically condemning his child to die from a lack of grace :/ while Cas was able to survive (cuz plot convenience most likely) Jack as a nephilim was unable to do so. Gabe’s spare angel grace couldn’t help (I wonder if he were still alive in canon, if it would’ve made a difference. Oh well).

So this is where Cas made the deal with the empty (yes I know about it, how doesn’t everyone that shit went viral the very night it originally aired amidst the infamous nail-biting 2020 election week), tumblr is still serving the memes to this day.

Cas doesn’t want the Winchesters to know cuz Dean 😭 idc, if I was Jack I would NOT keep that secret. Dean would know IMMEDIATELY.

I think more angels died, but heaven hasn’t fallen yet…right? They keep coming back to that. Hm…

Nick’s arc is…bleh. Pretty sure in his desperation he just brought Luci back from the empty…welp. I guess when you’re an archangel who was predestined by God to fight in a fateful epic battle against your big bro, you just get certain perks in the afterlife 😒

Sam doesn’t want Alt-Charlie to go when its like bro! She. Is. Not. Charlie!!! For fuck sake guys SMH, let her live her fucking life! God forbid she want to run away to fucking safety and not die bloody like her counterpart 🤬

Bobby and Mary run off to a cabin for weeks on end 😏😂 to recuperate, sure Mary 🤣

Garth is back! Working as a spy for the Winchesters, oh dear Lord no. I know he makes it to season 15 but maaaan I don't like this….

The nerve of Dean to challenge Alt-Kaia to either hand over the weapon or kill her. What if she just killed him? Also, can't they just replicate the weapon for their own uses? All they would need to do is ensure they're using the same materials Kaia did when she forged the weapon in her own world.

How many hits to the head is Sam supposed to fuckin' take? I feel like it's happened more in this season alone than the entire show so far? He should probably be dead at this point 🤣

Jack got taken, oh no! why didn't Michael kill him? To take him as a ward? Seriously? Whatever.

And it turns out the past episode was a long con to get Dean right where Alt-Michael wanted him. I know there was a catch to him letting Dean go in 14x02.

So Alt-Michael chose to trap Dean in…contentment? With Pamela Barnes? And they weren't even a couple, just friends. She called him out on something.

Why not have him be with a real girlfriend of his, like Lisa or even Cassie? I’m supposed to believe Dean's dream is an unsuccessful bar living out his days with a platonic lady friend??? Really??? Bullshit!

John returns for the final time to go back to 2003? Okay. His hair is cut and grayish. Lol so I’m gonna see that as John gained some weight (from food/drink or muscle training idc) and dyes his hair black but the root are grey and come out every so often 🤣 but yay JDM I wish you had been in more episodes! Oh well.

So no one’s gonna talk about:

a) Adam’s existence

b) Bobby X Mary or how Bobby essentially replaced john as the father/husband by getting involved with Mary AND being a surrogate father to Sam & Dean (with a clear preference to Dean but whatever)

I’d care more about Sam & John’s convo if we had more time with them together on screen. But it was nice to see them squash their beef.

Dean & John’s convo was faaaar too brief. But insightful to their relationship. John wanted dean to have a family, echoing his wishes for his eldest in season 1 in his convo w/ Sam.

But Dean was like I have a family 🥺 my emotions!

Back to the Michael bullshit – a fight with a gorgon fucked up his containment so he literally broke out of Dean's body and killed all the hunters who were conveniently at the bunker when they brought an unconscious Dean back there. Even poor unfortunate Maggie. For a second I thought Mary would be there since Maggie mentioned she was on her way back but no, he ended up possessing Rowena.

Then they bring the old angel torture device of disabling our heroes' ability to breathe, like in the season 5 premiere, making them blind (that's new) and making them hurt.

Jack gets his chance to take Michael down, and takes his grace??????

Oh Sam bby, it's not your fault. Those people were doomed no matter what. TBH I'm surprised they lasted this long. But cuz he's a Winchester and he was raised by Dean & they've rubbed off each other too much at this point (nobromo), he decides to focus on yet another case even when Dean himself isn't willing since big bro has pointed out they have done 3 cases back to back. They're not the young men they used to be lol.

Cas goes with Sam to a milkshake town and given his legendary levels of awkwardness he's immediately seen and called out for his inherent queerness by the townsfolk (in all senses of the word).

Aw Sam wants to stay, ofc he does. This town is simple and peaceful. He could use some of that. Too bad this place is making people's heads explode.

This is why we can't have nice things.

Ah subtle there Supernatural, making Jack, a Nephilim who's the offspring of the devil himself choose between angel and devil food cake 🤣 Dean why would you put him in that position?

Cas why you gotta be snitching on Sam to your boy bestie like that 🤣 – typical boyfriend tomfoolery

Oftentimes since Jack started in this show, he's felt like an intern and 14x16 is one of those times. They don't wanna bring jack along so they think to leave him alone doing chores. Good Lord.

Oh honey Sam you didn't have to tell the sheriff you're not FBI, just stick to the monster stuff. He knows what's up.

And Jack sweetie pie you don't need to impress those kids. He should be hanging out with kids his own age. Just Jack with a bunch of babies 🤣. So cute! My headcanon is that he can actually talk to them. At least then it wouldn't have ended with a stabbing. Thankfully he cleaned up his mess, even though the local kids are terrified of him. It’s a shame he doesn’t have friends. If only he was allowed to have Claire in his life.

They finally resolved the Nick storyline (I hope) by killing him off via Jack but Mary is not happy. She’s concerned. She’s been concerned about him the whole frickin episode since he sassed her as they tried setting up a game night with Dean.

It’s like these people keep forgetting what Jack is capable of.

He didn’t have to relish the kill though. On the other hand, it felt like Mary’s concern was a bit much — if it were me I would’ve kept my mouth shut as to not upset a powerful fledging being into killing me by accident.

So Mary dies…again.

This is also why we can’t have nice things. I know Dean’s never gonna let this shit go. Sure Cas has fucked up a bunch, but killing a direct blood relative of Dean’s…nope. That’s unforgivable. I know they’re not gonna let Dean kill off a kid but I know he’s NEVER ever gonna forget Jack’s role in Mary’s (second) demise.

Why couldn’t you leave the boy alone Mary?!?!?!!?!

The boys show up, did they not circle back to pick up their mother? Seriously? Goodness Lord. So depressing watching the brothers just assuming their mommy’s coming back 😭

Cas (cuz of course this shit went tits up while Daddy was away) calls Dean to get caught up on what happened the last episode and is concerned that the Winchesters left their mom alone with Jack. Then why did you leave him Cas? You could’ve taken him with you. Like it would’ve been better if one of the brothers was alone with Jack? Badasses they may be, but they would’ve ended up just like Mary let’s be honest. The only difference would’ve been whichever brother got got would’ve come back. Mary will not be getting that special treatment…

Jack is tripping out since he murdered his foster G-maw - ends up flying all over the world (so his soul is definitely gone? But if it were gone, would he even care about killing Mary? everyone’s trying to track him down IDK why he doesn’t just destroy the phone he has. We get flashes of Mary & Jack’s time together and technically I believe she spent the most time with him (at least in season 13)

They’re still giving Mark P work on this show making him the manifestation of Jack’s subconscious cuz the kill is driving Jack insane 😭🥺 He’s reacting so much like a little boy who knows he fucked up it that makes this so much sadder 😭 Jack’s being driven mad with grief.

Oh fuck they’re going to where she died. Oh fuck.

WTF is wrong with these people! He’s a fucking boy! A super power nuke of a boy, but still a fucking boy! Like the Winchesters never made a mistake! What about the nurse who got killed in 4x22 by Sam? All the people Dean slaughtered under the MoC, as a demon! That’s just off the top of my head! No but cuz they’re the fucking protagonists 😡🤬

Samuel Winchester you know manipulating this child Is 5 different kinds of fucked up!

Jack why did you call it an accident! Did you not want to use the words murder? Destroyed? Obliterated?

Dean you piece of shit, why are you lying to this boy!!!!!! You know Jack’s desperate to make peace with you, and you lead him to a grave he’s never supposed to escape?! Poor thing Jack was sooo scared!

Sam, the regret is gonna eat you alive! Sam, for fucks sake, SPEAK THE FUCK UP! You clearly got shit you wanna say, fucking say it!

Dean you’re surprised Jack’s going along with it?! Of course he’s gonna go along with it, he wants to please you, you shady, manipulative BASTARD!

That’s right Castiel stand up for Jack since nobody else is willing to!

Oh boy, the celestial boy is freaking out. Claustrophobia was kicking in, this shit ain’t gonna end well. It’s a dark day when a psychological manifestation of Satan is making sense more than everyone else.

I’m not surprised Jack got out though. That box was made for an archangel and he isn’t that. He’s a nephilim, technically a different entity, right? now, the Winchesters have a pissed off mega-powerful creature on their hands. Great job team 🤣

that’s right Jack, give them a piece of your fucking mind! Fuck ‘em up queen.

Oh shit! I’ve watched this part a dozen times on YouTube, the part where jack makes the whole world tell the truth no matter what! Donald trump is canonically Crowley’s bitch! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

All hail the stapler queen! Iconic!

And God reveals Himself, what grand timing! He says He came for Cas’s prayer (but Cas prayed to Him in season 6 too, no?) but then He states the real reason for His arrival — Jack.

Meanwhile Jack went to see his real G-maw, not a good plan Jackie boy. She’s put 2+2 together that her daughter Kelly is NOT ok and now Jack has to confess the truth. (Where’s the dad? Was the actor unavailable or dead at this point?)

Sam was outed to love Celine Dion (I love her too Sammy it’s ok, her songs are AMAZING! My favorite is it’s all coming back to me now, I crush that shit in karaoke.) Dean follows a mommy blog 🤣 of course he does, probably cuz he identifies with her more & loves that her life is so full of shit (like I said, he identifies with her).

God don’t sanction lying, the real God would never do such a thing. Isn’t it like the 6th commandment, thou shall not lie? Like dude, the fuck?!

And no, writing means telling stories that are often made up but it’s not meant to deceive anybody. But Hollywood on the other hand…yeesh.

Dean breaking Chuck’s guitar 🤣

Chuck saying ‘DON’T!’ Having Dean shook 🤣

Why are you asking them how things are, like you don’t know?! You’re omnipotent!

They canonically made the British queen a lizard? Damn. These old Americans (the writers) are dicks!

Finally Sam is speaking up! Thank God!

Dean stop blaming people, Jesus, it was an accident (Jack you phrased it sooooo poorly though)! shout out to Sam for taking it this so well cuz he’s been through too much this season alone. He lost a whole fucking army, then his mom after he got to know her this time! And the concussions! So many concussions.

Angry Cas is sooooo fucking hot 🥵 when he slammed that truck with his fist 😏

Awww the first thing he does when he sees Jack is hugs him. Jack needed that so bad!

The biggest travesty is we never got to see the SquirrelVerse!

When Sam asks if God is watching them — Sam do you even know what omnipresent means?!

It’s just like I said in season 11. God doesn’t owe anyone anything. But everyone owes Him everything. He gave everyone the freedom to choose, for better or worse. But this iteration of who God is seems to watch what people and creatures decide to do with their lives. He made the weapon to see who among Sam, Dean or Cas would take it and strike Jack down.

So ultimately when Dean tracks Jack down and Jack throws Cas into a tombstone and Sam is running dramatically to stop it, Dean ultimately decides not to kill Jack. But why though? He kept talking shit about how Jack needed to be dealt with, but when the moment comes, he won’t do it?! I mean I’m glad but it doesn’t really make sense?!

Was it the puppy eyes? Did Sam teach Jack that trick? But Jack closed his eyes at the last second???

Oh Dean, you’re such a fucking softie. That’s on you God. You made him softer than Mr. Pillsberry.

If anything, Dean is the step daddy. Cas is Daddy. And then there’s Uncle Sam 🤣

Sam is many things, but stupid is never one of them. Naïve maybe, trusting, desperate. But not stupid. And not crazy, this time 🤣

I will say what makes this story compelling is the fact that the Winchesters find themselves locked in a cycle of violence at the hands of their Creator, and they’re refusing to commit further acts of violence in effort to stop it all and rebel against their cruel, dispassionate maker. But they have no means to back it up…today.

Not the Burger King catchphrase🤣🤣🤣

Not Jack being…smote?

Not Dean being yeeted into another tombstone?

Sam, why did you think that was gonna work on God? He made the weapon. You really think He’d make something that could kill Himself? Nah bruh.

So we’ve approached the ending of the penultimate season. 20 more episodes to go! Ah!!!! I’m excited but also not since the ending is what I know (mildly).

Side note - Sam & Dean still don’t know about Castiel’s bargain with the Empty (kinda seems pointless since God killed Jack anyway…Cas basically fucked himself for nothing 🤦🏾‍♀️ [I know how it ends but yeah still])

It’s not about the destination though, it’s the journey (I keep telling myself that).

God said fuck y’all. Shouldn’t’ve poked the bear…now these poor innocent people gonna die like sheep to the slaughter. Y’all got a lot of cleaning up to do and with so little people to help you.

So did God undo all the killings the Winchesters did? Cuz damn….that’s 10+ years of work undone. In 1 moment.

They’re not getting out of the cycle anytime soon.

[that-rackin-frackin-varmint]

#4— 07/24/2022 12:17 AM

Back in Action review sort of

Back in Action is so funny to me. Cuz under my typical critical lens, I wouldn’t actually enjoy it as a whole, cuz the human characters aren’t that engaging, the villain is kinda forgettable (if not weirdly toon-like in demeanour), and the story I feel suffered some cutbacks (seeing from the sheer amount of deleted content).

I think what really saves it from being unbearable to me is the fact that the emotional backbone of it is Daffy and Bugs’ relationship, and especially Daffy.

He was portrayed so well with his character displaying the capacity to be so obnoxious and untouchable when he was toying with the security guard/human protagonist — which would mirror Bugs’ effortless ability to torment the ceo of comedy. So it puts them on equal standing in the sense that both are very good at tormenting people as individuals. And what’s more, the movie really goes out of its way to hold value to Daffy’s feelings, like not making his insecurities a joke (until the very last minute but I’ll get to that). The movie is very much driven by Daffy but it’s not made that apparent:

Why is this movie happening?

Because Daffy wanted to make a movie that focused on him without needing Bugs. Which ended with him getting fired.

What is the driving force of the story?

Daffy’s desire to take control of his life and be a hero of the story. But also the emotional desire to be treated like an equal.

Why doesn’t he want to come back to Warner Bros Studio?

Externally, it’s because he would rather go and find the monkey treasure with the human guy (which is just as true since Daffy’s very materialistic). Internally, it’s because he feels underappreciated and undervalued by the studio (and by association, Bugs).

The movie feels like it recognizes the anguish of Daffy’s odd status, and it doesn’t shy away from acknowledging the potent angst he could feel from being seen as replaceable. Course they didn’t get into anything obscure, like making Daffy mention his past as being beloved in the 30s-40s ish, cuz that’d be a lot of context for an average movie goer. So can’t say if that era was a thing for Daffy in this movie, but it feels like a natural development that after years of being second fiddle to Bugs, and not getting any of the acknowledgement for it, the guy would try to suggest a movie that centred around him. You can tell he’s done something like this a bunch of times before, but this time the new ceo of comedy straight up told him he has no leverage since his audience is pretty trashy, and he isn’t all that. So he got canned. Which also didn’t seem like a first time, since Bugs mentions he can make sure the pay won’t be docked as bad. Which brings me to my next topic: Bugs.

Bugs in this movie is not as dialled down like he is in the Space Jam movies, or TLTS. He is very manipulative and subtle when he wants to be, but also very teasing and attached to Daffy. Tbh, he isn’t as well-rounded of a lead as Daffy, but he is basically just following Daffy because he 1) cares about him, and 2) wants Daffy to get hired back into Warner Bros. When I say he ‘cares about him’, it��s not under any guise or gimmick, Bugs will go through the entire film because Daffy wants to. He personally isn’t invested in whatever monkey treasure Daffy and the security guard are up to, but he is kind of “obligated” since the ceo wants to find Daffy and get him back (since he isn’t as replaceable as she thought, as in, Bugs probably had a hand in screwing over her rep — quick tangent but I want to believe the only reason they were doing a Duck season-Rabbit season short without Daffy was because Bugs somehow led the conversation to that conclusion). Really, Bugs is capable of a lot of things, so if he didn’t want to be here, he probably wouldn’t. His emotional investment in the movie is Daffy. And that’s enough for him. Which is where I get into the ending of the movie…

God, when Bugs pulled a “Duck season! Rabbit season!” card on Daffy as his way of disguising a compliment, and Daffy caught onto the validation but not the point that Bugs was complimenting him, it felt right, like this was how it was going to end, and his arc was getting resolved.

And then we get a shot of the room but in a set, and my heart sank.

Bugs ends up coming out on top, as Daffy did technically end up starring in his movie. And this is the movie we’re watching at this moment. And Daffy’s resolution measures up to an empty promise from Bugs that he’ll be treated as an equal or something (I can’t remember what the exact promise was, I just know Bugs wouldn’t keep it). And so nothing changed, and maybe it meant something that this movie — which in-world was somewhat controlled by Bugs — was very much Daffy-focused as Daffy had wanted. But it’s conclusion is as ultimately ineffectual as Bugs’ efforts to somewhat give Daffy recognition. This movie can be deconstructed by the way Bugs described how he reconciles with Daffy:

“I tell him I need him. We hug, we cry, I drop something heavy on him, I laugh.”

If you were watching and emotionally invested in Daffy’s feelings like me, you got the second-hand equivalent of Bugs “dropping something heavy on him”. That even after Daffy got all that screentime, there’s no promise that things will change for him or his status. And Bugs basically leaves amused. And yes this only sounds as bleak cuz I’m viewing this so critically. That’s how I have fun, very tragic.

Basically, what this whole essay amounts to is that watching the movie on surface level is a drag.

But watching it under the perception that you’re watching Daffy and Bugs’ complicated relationship unfold on screen, makes it a lot more entertaining.

Present day thoughts:

Yeah, I feel like most of my thoughts are still intact for how I feel about this movie as both a pseudo-outsider back then, and a slightly wiser looney tunes fan now.

I have continuously analysed this film to varying degrees of seriousness, so all that's changed is that I feel like I let the impact of the ending offset the gravity of the journey's events.

Cause, as cluttered as the final product was, this film's unorthodox approach to character arcs and pacing gives it this distinct looney tunes-esque quality to it that I've yet to see be replicated in any other looney tunes modern film. The ending doesn't undermine the journey our characters took to get there.

Similar sentiments to the well-renowned Duck Amuck short directed by Chuck Jones -- the ending plot twist shouldn't reduce the story's quality. It isn't known as the "Bugs Bunny tortures Daffy Duck for 7 mins" the short. It's the critically-acclaimed short held in high regard for Jones' ability to convey personality in the face of ego death using Daffy Duck as his muse. Bugs being the artist is just a punchline.

So to this movie's ending, let me pose you a rhetorical question. What would a looney tunes film be without a punchline?

[bisluthq]

https://www.tumblr.com/bisluthq/760849091467067392/yeah-i-agree-but-taylor-doesnt-seem-to-like-to?source=share

The whole "Taylor doesn't relax" thing reminds me of how sad the Speak Now era quotes from the Lover Journals make me:

Oct 8, 2010

"Music has helped me a lot lately. It helps me quiet my very loud fears. I love mornings like that, smiling and talking to strangers, waving to fans, and they burst into tears and screams.. All before noon... I get stage fright every time I walk onto a stage now. I wish it wasn't so, but I can't blame my mind for freaking out about performances. Criticism of my performances has been the biggest source of pain in my life. I sometimes feel like my college degree is in acting like i'm ok when i'm not."

Jun 17, 2011

"Something so unexpected and amazing has happened recently.. I've become blissfully happy with my life. Like, actually grateful for every second of the day... I really do need to create in order to live and feel worthwhile... This ridiculous thing happens to me when i'm this happy. I start feeling like karma will balance it all out by making something tragic happen. But i'm trying to just show gratitude as much as I can. Everyday, every minute, I'm grateful for being happy right this moment. I think I'm a summer person. I'm also a work person. Tour gives me something to pour myself into and a reason to feel ok about sleeping in till noon on my days off."

Sep 8, 2011

"I can't even tell you how alive and worthwhile i feel when I'm writing a new song and I finish it and people like it. It's the most fulfilling feeling, like getting an A+ on your report card."

Oct 30, 2011

"I've had a chest infection for the last few days, so singing has been so hard... I almost cancelled tonight's show, but I made it through... We only have 9 shows left on this tour and I'm ready for a break... I'm just so glad to have a few days off. (ok... 2)"

Mar 2, 2012

"I've been thinking a lot about getting older and relevancy and how all my heroes have ended up alone... I wrote a song and it's called 'Nothin New' and it's about being scared of aging and things changing and losing what you have. It says "I'm getting older and less sure of what you like about me anyways". And in the chorus it says "how can a person know everything at 18, and nothing at 22? And will you still want me... when I'm nothing new" It's a really vulnerable song, but I think it's important to say."

--

Idk. There's just something about a lot of observably unhealthy patterns seemingly developing around this time. Also the comments surrounding "needing to create to feel worthwhile" make me sad, since she's said later that for 6 months before writing Red (so late 2010/Early 2011) she couldn't write anything due to a "particular toxic relationship" *cough* Jake Gyllenhaal *cough*. Anyway. She’s clearly been "doing it with a broken heart" for a long ass fucking time.

yup. And that’s why I say like if this one doesn’t work out (I hope it does) I’d like her to ACTUALLY take time off and be single for a while and deal with her own shit.

okay so story time right because I keep saying this applies to me, and it does, but I do feel like I need to break the pattern and my current bf and I are doing unchartered territory for me like going to couples therapy and whatnot. My friend (the technophobe biokineticist who dated my bf’s close friend) was round the other day and having a whole ass meltdown right because she drank too much (which was on her because it was inappropriate because I had ONE light beer while she was here and my bf didn’t have anything because he thought we might have to drive her home and her car was here so we both needed to be like present yk) and she was going on and on about how she wants to be single until December (which we think is a very solid choice for her) and ergo she was upset her brother told her his friends find her hot (here’s where we lost her train of thought) because her brother and his friends are in their 30s and she’s in her 40s (like my bf also so it was hitting a nerve for us both) and she was going on and on about this and we were like “so would you rather 30 somethings don’t find you hot???” And she was like “no but I want to stay single until December!!!” and we were like “okay so do that lmao a dude finding you hot while you’re out isn’t asking to marry you?” and she was like “yes but I hate that all I’m good for is sex” and we were like “wait so do you want to fuck the 30something or nah because you don’t have to but also he’s a big boy and yes he probably doesn’t look at a 40something and plan marriage and kids right if he’s not stupid but also age gap relationships happen at our age and don’t feel that dramatic so which do you want???” And she was just like “you guys can’t understand” supposedly because he’s a man and I’m in my 30s and maybe that’s true. But all I keep thinking is my bestie evidently pencilled in FUCK DAY on December 5th lol 😂😂😂😂 and that to me is not being single or figuring yourself out at alllll lol.

[ashbrat488]

Hope In Love - Sebastian Stan AU - One Shot

Hope plops on her couch, pulling the beer up to her mouth as she rests her feet up on the coffee table. It had been a long few weeks, but she just finished a trial and while her paralegal and friend, Camryn, wanted to go out and celebrate, all she really wanted to do was go to sleep. She rests her head back on the couch when she hears her phone ding. A smile creases her face when she brings her phone up to see a message from Sebastian with a simple; 'wyd'.

She had met Sebastian almost a year ago now at a bar after work when she went out with Camryn who invited her husband, Greg. Greg worked at the same financial firm as Sebastian who had decided to tag along. They had been fast friends ever since. Neither of them wanted, or had the time, to date anyone so they came to an arrangement to become friends with benefits. If one of them had a long week and needed to relieve some stress, they would call the other. Couldn't sleep and woke up horny? They called the other person. They kept it to just sex. No dates, no feelings and no fuss.

She clicked his name, listening to it ring once before he answered, a smile on his voice. "Sebastian. Haven't talked to you in a few weeks. How are you?"

"I'm good, love. Super busy..."

"Wanna come over?"

"I'll be there in 20 minutes. Need me to bring anything?"

She laughs as his eagerness, jumping at the chance to come over. "Condoms? I don't think I have anymore."

"Okay. Give me 30 minutes. See you soon, Hope."

She tosses her phone on the coffee table after he hangs up without waiting for a response. They had a strict don't ask, don't tell rule about dating or hooking up with anyone else. They always used condoms as a precaution even though Hope had been on birth control since she turned 16. They both agreed to only bring up dating when they thought they might be serious about someone. In the more than 10 months since they had been sleeping together, neither brought up dating anyone.

Hope gets up and undresses quickly, pulling on a silk robe, not bothering to tie it. She stopped in front of her floor-length mirror as she pulled her chocolate brown hair out of the tight bun, letting it cascade down her shoulders. She ran her hands along her stomach where she still carried a little bit of holiday weight as she shrugged. She knew she was attractive by the way men watched her. But Sebastian looked at her in a way that didn't make her feel like just another piece of meat. He actually saw her and that's why they worked so well together. Not to mention Sebastian was a smoke show. He was tall with steel blue eyes and dark, thick hair, and a smile that made most women weak. His body was perfectly sculpted with an impressive amount of dark chest hair.

But it wasn't just Sebastian's smile that attracted Hope to him, he had a way of making her feel like she was the only woman he could ever want as soon as they fell into bed together. He knew exactly all the spots to drive her crazy and keep her right on the edge. And the things he could do with his tongue would make any experienced adult film star blush.

***

Sebastian lets himself into Hope's apartment less than 30 minutes later as he sets a bag on the center island in the kitchen, kicking off his shoes. He was hoping to find himself here after messaging her earlier. He had been trying to hold out, to let her come to him, but he craved her in a way he had never craved any woman and he had to see her. He grabs the condoms from the bag and makes his way toward the bedroom, stopping as the door opens. Hope stands in front of him wearing only an open silk robe and a smirk, her perfect breasts staring back at him as he groans. Her nipples were already hard in anticipation for him as his eyes roamed down her naked form to the small patch of hair she kept on her mound just for him. "Hope..." he barely gets her name out of his mouth as she approaches him, crashing her lips to his as he drops the box of condoms onto the floor.

Hope gasps as he grabs her thighs, lifting her as she wraps her arms and legs around him and he leads them into her bedroom. He sets her down on the edge as he pulls his shirt off and she quickly undoes his belt and jeans. She shrugs off her robe, laughing as he drops his underwear to the floor before running back to the hallway to grab the condoms.

"I've been hard since I fucking stepped onto the elevator," he spits out as she giggles, moving to lay back on the bed as he opened the box as quickly as possible. He groaned as his eyes roamed down between her legs as she spread them wide for him to see her glistening pussy, ready and waiting for him. He watched her move her hand down between her legs to tease him as he ripped open a foil with his teeth. She ran her middle finger along her lips, up to her clit, rubbing as she moaned. He growled, climbing onto the bed between her legs, and rolling the condom down his cock. "Don't touch it. It's mine tonight." He moves to hover over her, gripping his cock as he rubs it along her entrance as she whimpers. "I always take care of you, don't I, dragă?"

Hope whimpers once more, Sebastian using Romanian in bed instantly melting her. "Yes..." Her response is breathy and desperate as he grins down at her, resting with just the tip at her entrance. "Sebastian, plea—" She chokes on her plea as he sinks into her in one, fast thrust with a hiss.

"Fuck... it's been too long..." He dips down to press a kiss to her lips as she wraps her arms and legs around him, turning to flip him onto his back with a grunt. He laughs, squeezing her thighs as she rocks her hips on him. "This is better anyways." He watches her toss her head back as she runs her hands up her stomach to her chest as she palms her own breasts. Sebastian groans as he watches her lose herself in the pleasure, her chest and face covered in a soft pink blush. "Dragă..." he moans as she smiles down at him, leaning forward slightly to rest her hands on his chest.

Sebastian moves his hands to grip her ass as he stares up at her, his mouth parted, eyes dilated. "It's been weeks, Sebastian." She drags her nails down between the hard ridges of his abdomen muscles as he growls, his fingers digging into her ass as she does.

"Kiss me..." he demands, sliding his hands up her back as he pulls her chest down against his hard, capturing her moans in his mouth as he feels her pulsing around him. His groan mixes with her moans as her orgasm sparks his own and he keeps her pinned to his chest. His kisses slow down as they both come down and he turns to pin her onto her back, feathering kisses along her jaw and neck. "I missed you," he whispers softly as she watches him climb off the bed toward the bathroom.

Hope leans up on her elbows to watch Sebastian cross the room to the bathroom, thinking about his admission. They never spoke out loud about missing the other even though she had. It had been weeks since they saw each other, both of them too busy for the other. "You missed me?"

Sebastian clocks her flirty tone as he enters the bedroom to find her watching him with a smirk etched on her face. "In so many ways," he admits freely, crawling toward her on the bed between her legs. He lays on his stomach as she looks down at him and he wraps his arms around her thighs, pulling her toward him as she squeals.

"What are you doing?" She gasps as he runs his tongue flat along her wetness as her head falls back onto the pillow, pleasure shooting through her as he moans against her.

"I'm not yet sated." He winks up at her, tossing her a smirk of his own before sealing his mouth back over her, still wet from her first orgasm. He moaned at her fingers in his hair as he took his time to plunge his tongue inside her. Her taste to him was intoxicating and heady in all the best ways. He couldn't get enough and often thought of her scent at random times throughout the day. Her moans filled the room as he pulled back to kiss and nip at her inner thighs. She whimpered sweetly as he moaned against her, teasing her as she breathed heavily.

"Sebastian..." She looks down to find his eyes on hers as he sinks two fingers into her, curling them up as she bucks up to his touch with a moan. She chokes out a moan, squeezing her eyes shut as he seals his mouth over her clit. She feels his tongue flick across her clit, sending her to the edge just as he curls his fingers upward to rub against that sweet spot inside her with every thrust. He backs off, slowing down as she groans, teetering right on the edge.

Sebastian chuckles as she bucks and writhes under him, wanting more, pleading for more with her body. He pulls his mouth back slightly, rolling his tongue slowly in circles around her clit as she whines. He just barely makes his name out on her lips before he sucks the tiny bundles of nerves into his mouth. Her moans reach the peak, moans turning into gasping as a second wave washes over her, her body thrashing under him.

She pants as she feels him pull away, moving to kneel in front of her as he grips her thighs again to pull her hips to his, sinking his cock into her once more with a grunt. "Sebastian..." she warns as he wraps an arm around her back, leaning to hover over her.

"I haven't been with anyone but you in months, I'm clean..." he moves in and out of her slowly a few times with a smirk. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Oh fuck, Sebastian!" She shakes her head, her pussy more sensitive after the two orgasms as Sebastian keeps a firm grip on her hips, pulling her to him. She locks eyes with him to find him staring back at her, studying her in a way she had not noticed before. Or maybe it was new, but she felt something new in him as she brought a hand up to his cheek, watching him lean into the touch as he turned to kiss her palm.

He leaned over her, hovering his mouth over hers as their breaths mixed and she swallowed hard under him, her eyes locked on his. "Hands," he demands softly as she brings her hands to him for him to pin them above her head on the bed. "Good girl," he whispers with a smile before pressing his lips to hers. He kissed her slowly, his movements inside her matching his pace as he strokes in and out of her. He feels her begin to quiver under him, her hands clutching tightly to his as she whimpers into his mouth.

Hope whimpers as he pulls his mouth back to look at her just as her eyes roll to the back of her head, losing focus as the waves of the orgasm wash over her.

"Look at me," he growls, nipping at her jaw as she groans, looking back at him as her mouth falls open and he smirks down at her. He feels her body go rigid under him, whimpering and moaning sweet sounds as he chased his own release before she fell still, feeling him fill her as he dipped down to kiss her once more. He moves to lay beside her as he hears her chuckle softly.

"Sated now?"

"For now, yeah," he answers with a grin, turning to face her as she tries to slow her breathing before standing up from the bed. He laughs as he watches her stumble on her way to the bathroom. He hears her laughing on the other side of the door as she shuts it and he turns to stare back up at the ceiling.

Hope swallows hard when she comes out of the bathroom to find Sebastian in the same spot on her bed as she pulls on a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. "Thanks for coming over, Sebastian. It's been a long week."

"A long few weeks," he corrects still looking at the ceiling as he feels the bed dip and she lies back beside him.

"Right," she laughs, turning her head toward him as he does the same. "It's a good thing I have a safe dick to fall on."

"Safe dick?" He repeats, leaning up on his elbows. "What the fuck does that mean?"

She shrugs, her face turning red as she sits up and he does the same beside her. "Safe dick... it means I have access to someone I can have casual sex with and not worry about developing romantic feelings for." She pauses as he scoffs, nodding as he looks away from her to the bed with a sigh.

"Right. Of course." Sebastian gets up from the bed and begins to get dressed as Hope watches him.

"Are you not staying the night? You don't have to leave."

He shrugs, pulling his jeans on and fastening the belt. "I think I should. After all, we should keep this as strictly sex, right? Don't want to cross any lines."

"Are you upset?!" She stands up from the bed to follow him into the kitchen as he grabs his shirt from the ground and pulls it on before leaning over to put on his shoes.

"Of course not." He stops to turn to her as she approaches him, resting her hand on his arm and he brings his hand up to her cheek. He feels his heart shatter in his chest as he swallowed hard, her big chestnut-colored eyes and he softens his voice, "it's fine. I just have early plans tomorrow. Don't worry about it." He dips down to press another kiss to her lips, lingering for a moment before turning to leave the apartment quickly as Hope scoffs, watching the door.

She turns back to the counter at the bag Sebastian brought with him. She slides it to herself, looking inside to find a bottle of wine and a bag of her favorite candy; mini cookies and cream Hershey bars. She groans, pushing the bag away as she turns to stare at the door again. Sebastian always brought over candy when he wanted to watch a movie and hang out after sex which meant what she said upset him, she just didn't know why...

Potential for full story...

[adultswim2021]

Delocated #7: “Sick of It!” | March 30, 2009 - 12:15AM | S01E07

The season finale that luckily didn’t turn out to be a series finale. In this episode, Jon is at the park to get custody of David, which is one of Jon’s favorite things to do. David is dropped off by Susan’s bodyguard/boyfriend. David is also wearing a motorcycle helmet. David’s insistence on wearing the helmet around is due to his bodyguard’s influence; he owns a motorcycle and apparently made an off-handed joke about leading your day-to-day life in a helmet that David took a little too much to heart. Jon orders the production to halt so he can father his child privately, and not on camera. When they refuse, Jon flips out. He eventually grabs one of the cameras and takes off with it. 

After shaking the show and his family, Jon films himself from the confines of a bush. Eventually he lures a fella named Mark played by Michael Shannon, an actor whose name I knew, but I can’t for the life of me ever recall seeing him in a motion picture. I’ve literally had multiple conversations with people who mentioned his name in some context and I just nodded as if I knew who they were talking about. So that’s who that guy is! He’s great in this! I think I like this guy!

So Mark, played by Michael Shannon from Delocated S01E07, decides to be friends with Jon after Jon beckons him to be in the bush with him. Eventually they hatch a scheme to exchange lives. Mark and Jon exchange clothes (NOTE: the DVD contains the entire take of them changing clothes, but it's sped-up, so you can see exactly how laborious it was to film), and then Mark exits the bush when Jon’s loved ones all come out looking for him. This is the moment the Mirminskis strike, shooting and killing Mark (dressed as Jon). 

The episode ends with Jon doing a Tom Sawyer to his own funeral, walking in with the video camera during Susan’s eulogy for him. He shoves the camera in people’s faces and taunts them. He retrieves his ski mask (his face is pixelated out in the actual show) and very nobily oversees a funeral for his once-friend. 

This is probably my favorite episode of the season. It relies on the simple premise that Jon is enamored with the idea of being bros with people. The concept of friendship is extremely important to him, because he probably finds himself in need of allies on a constant basis due to his terrible behavior. It’s like a numbers game for him. So he and Mark bond very quickly. Their scenes together are wonderful.

The bit at the end where Jon eulogizes his friend and decides to throw a proper funeral for him using the handful of things he knew about him to give it personal flare (pall bearers on roller blades and the presence of his candy apple red dodge durango) is so fun. The part where Jon rehashes all of his Mark facts to the people attending his own funeral is wonderful.

At the end of the episode, Jon drives away in Mark’s bitchin’ ride, and his bodyguard bolts for him, making it seem like Jon has now successfully fled the program. Will he be back for a second season?? Will it be expanded from 11 minutes to 22?? My friend! Time will tell my friend. 

MAIL BAG

It is mail bag my friend. I love you:

Why did you put a picture of Doc Hammer and Jackson Publick above your writeup of some dumb british show I never heard about?

(Joe Biden voice) C'mon man...

Using my napkin math I saw you took 5 tasty tuesdays last month. It was the holidays so sure it's okay to take one more tasty tuesday than usual. However, you have already taken 2 tasty tuesdays in january and we are all 6 days in. And I fear you may take one tonight.

Sometimes I think I need brain medicine (probably, actually) because I lack focus, and part of that includes me losing patience with the concept of burdening myself with a nightly mandate to post. But then I realize that by skipping days and simply not caring makes me one of the only people living on Earth who truly knows freedom. Stay safe, and happy January 6th, my friend.

[itsbrea]

this is my first short story , let me know what you think . Thumbs up or thumbs down

The best friend . 🩵

You know what they say about best friends , “they do everything together” , in this case that’s what these best friends do literally let’s see how it all folds out in the short story best friend .

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Me and my best friend have been best friends since 9th grade year , I’ve never really looked at him nothing more than a friend , or like a homeboy that’s it that’s all but every since we graduated high school and got into college we became even more closer , he has a girlfriend but he always makes time for me literally every time. I have been here way longer so I completely understand , her name is Monica she isn’t much of my friend but she cool ! I don’t have no beef , except this one time she accused me of sleeping with Justin and yeah it’s like she was delusional about the whole thing but anyway yeah to make a long story short she found out we didn’t do anything and she apologized , which I didn’t give a fuck about because I don’t accept apologies when I know I didn’t do anything wrong . Let’s get into the time me and my best friend did actually have sex , and made me cum more than anybody I’ve ever fucked with .

So it was finals week and it was crunch time I hadn’t had much time to do anything , not even give my dog any attention , she was fucking tired of me I laughed to myself , I rolled out of bed and got ready for my classes today , I only got two classes thank god ! I hoped out of the shower and threw on a white fitted tee with just a little of my belly showing , some grey Nike leggings , my Air Force ones , and a light Grey fitted jacket . I threw my hair up in a pony tail , put on my hair store lip gloss the one that complimented my brown skin , and we will talk about my hair another time because even though it hangs to the middle of my back and a good grade I still don’t wanna deal with it ! I was supposed to be meeting up with Justin but I told him I was to busy and he wasn’t having that , so he told me we was gone talk later ! I hated when he did that cause I was always anxious all day long .

Classes ended right at 2:00 pm which made it even better because now I had the freedom to do whatever , I wanted to catch up on some errands I needed done but that could wait I needed to head to Justin before he had a heart attack. It’s like my best friend is super protective over me and sometimes in the back of my mind I think he likes me , but that’s reaching I took out my phone to FaceTime him so I could see where he exactly was because I hate driving to him and it’s always so much going on .

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J: wassup mamas

S: where are you ? Wanna meet up?

J: yeah matter fact meet me at my parents house

S: I’m alllll the way on the other side of town Justinnnnnn I said through my whining lips

J: Skylar I’m not asking you , I’m telling you , stop playing with me

He knew that slightly turned me on when he did and said stuff like that , he clenched his jaws and licked his lips , it’s like I would never cross that line with him but he was so fine these days ! I had to get these thoughts out my head because we are best friends I can’t be thinking about him like that .

S: ugh fine okay I’ll see you in a minute big head !

J: bet , aye you want something from the store

S: skittles and some Funyuns

J: onion breath ass girl , aite bet * clicks off *

I threw my phone in the cup holder and pulled out the lot I’m not sure why it’s so much traffic out but that’s really about to annoy me , see Justin’s parents live like 25 minutes from me and maybe like 30 minutes on a bad day so I wanted to get there before traffic started but shit looks like it beat me , after sitting for about 20 minutes which felt like an hour I finally sped towards Justin’s hoping there wasn’t a cop around because the way I’m driving is illegal I laughed out loud and parked my car, I checked myself before going in my 5’4 frame went well with my slim thick body , my boobs set nice I wear a 44c , and my ass you could see from a mile away I was always blessed with a nice body thanks to my mom . I headed towards Justin’s apartment and knocked on the door , he came to the door and smiled he pulled me in by my arm and closed the door . Justin was 6’2 , dark skin , long pretty curly hair , grills complimented his dark soft skin , nice beard , hard body , and voice so deep and smooth he could get any girl he wanted . He also has good hair because his dad is full Indian , Cherokee to be exact , his mom on the other hand was Jamaican beautiful soul , I love his mom . He had on a white tshirt , grey Nike shorts , Nike socks , and some white forces I’m sure , they weren’t on his feet but I’m sure that’s what completed his fit . His hair hung loosely over his shoulders and out of his face , he just looked so fucking good today like he dressed up nice just for me , I’m reaching again let me relax I’m all over the place

“Come here”, Justin said as he grabbed me by my waist he always grabbed me like this so it wasn’t uncomfortable for me at all , I actually loved when he pulled me close he smelled so good , I put my arms around his neck and he caressed my ass , yes he love feeling on my fat ass and most of the time I would let him , today he was making me horny “Justinnnn, stop” I said as I bit my lip from moaning , he picked me up and put me on the counter he looked up at me and grabbed my waist I tilted my body back a little and showed off my figure even more , he licked his lips at me like he wanted to eat me off the bone

S: why you looking at me like that ? I said as I laughed

J: because I fucking can , nigga where tf you been? MIA and shit , been to busy and shit you better make time for me sky damn

S: okay I promise best friend , Ive just been busy asf with homework and classes we can go do lunch or something tomorrow .

J: that’s a bet he said as he massaged the side of my neck

S: justinnnn , ssss stop , fuck . my eyes almost went to the back of my head

Justin was really acting weird like he wanted to fuck or something and he knew that wasn’t happening I’m use to his flirty ways but he knows if he wants to do anything he has to be single period I know what y’all thinking but isn’t he your best friend , yes I know we just got that bond . I tilted my head looking at him and scrunched my nose up “get away from me crazy” I said laughing as i hopped off the counter onto the floor , I took off running towards his room and ran in the closet he always wanna play and shit .

J: *out of breath* sky why you always wanna play man , skkkkkyyyyy

I jumped out & scared the living shit out of him it was soooo funny ! He picked me up and threw me on the bed , which kinda hurt “stop fucking playing with me skylar before I fuck you up in here” he said as he went towards the bathroom , his house was like one of those mansions you seen on a movie , super sweet space , and his bedroom was just as big , I got up and went behind him , “what did you want to talk about so bad” I said as I hopped on the counter beside him as he threw his hair up in a man bun , he adjusted his stance and turned towards me , “remember when we were at the party couple nights ago, and you was all up on Jarell?” I looked confused because what did that have anything to do with it , I shook my head yeah

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S: yeah so? Why you mentioning that ?

J: because tf you doing all up on him for grinding your shit all up on him

S: J ITS NOT THAT SERIOUS

J: aight imma let it go

Justin never gets mad about little shit like that , he’s obviously jealous because it’s one of his friends I apologized and laid across his bed , Justin was walking across the room and locked the door I looked over because what is he doing , he came back towards me & told me to take my leggings and panties off I gasped because he ain’t never told me nothing like that before , I got up and looked at him half crazy

S: excuse me? Lol

J: you heard what the fuck I said sky , he said as he stood over me

S: bu..buuuut what about Monica ?

J: I’m not worried about her right now , take them panties off before I do it for you

I stood up and slid my leggings and thongs down exposing my waxed vagina to him , he licked his lips and grabbed me by my waist and pulled me on top of him we switched positions now he was on top of me taking off my shirt leaving me in just my bra , he kissed on my neck and massaged my clit while he did it , I was in heaven because I never thought we would be doing this , “fuck Justinnnn” I said as I moaned out and tried to move his hand , “move your fucking hand , stop playing with me” he continued to massage my clit till I came , he kissed down my stomach which made my body jump something serious because his tongue and lips felt so fucking good ! His warm tongue flicked and sucked on my clit as my body shivered from the orgasm I knew was about to come , “ omg justinnnn , fuck I’m about to cum please” I said as I slid my pussy across his lips . “Mmhm , nut all on daddy tongue” he said as he kept flicking his tongue fuck I was Cummin all over him. He came up and tongue kissed me while his hand was around my neck , “pussy taste so fucking good, got damn and it’s fat and wet sheesh” Justin said as he bent me over and rubbed oil all on my fat ass , he smacked my ass so hard I think he was tryna get back at me for being buddy buddy with his home boy . “Ouah, that hurt” I made a face at him, he told me to shut the fuck up and don’t worry about it, he laid up against the headboard and stroked his big long chocolate dick I drooled over it faithfully. I bent over and took him in my mouth sucking the tip first circling my tongue around his tip till he shoves it in my throat I opened my mouth a little wider sliding my tongue up and down on his dick as I sucked even harder my mouth was just getting more wet. “Mmm, ssss come here bend that ass over right here mhm just like that mama” I got in my best from the back position and he slide his 8in dick in me , I gasped because it felt so good going in he was fucking me so good I started crying

J: yeah next time you’ll keep your hands to yourself right? Right? Stop playing with me sky

S: *whimpers* I’m sorrrrrrrry daddy, fuck fuck I will keep my hands to myself ouahhhh

J:fuck your sorry , fuck that sorry he said as he pushed my head into the pillow , yeah I’ll tear this pussy up every time you disobey me you hear me mmm, shit

S : omgggggg fuck im about to cum daddy please I said as I closed my eyes

He turned me over into missionary and scooted me to the edge of the bed , he rubbed my clit as he fucked me so good , he finally nutted on my pussy and walked to the bathroom

I laid there just stuck because he turned me every way but loose that was the best time I’ve ever had .

J: that’s my pussy if I want it to be he said as he came back behind me

S : it can be , you fucked me so good Justin wtf

J : I’m that nigga stop playing with me , it’s mine I ain asking mo

S: boooooy , I said laughing out loud I only laughed cause he was serious

So from that point on me and my best friend were more than just that , & we continued to pursue whatever we wanted , talk about being best friends .

[not-alien-girl-v]

Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 10

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"So you do sleep," was the very first thing Harry heard when he woke. A few weeks had passed since the drive we took, which meant I actually had to go through with my plans to confess to my mom about everything.

Harry jerked awake at the sound of my voice, turning to see Donna and I leaning against the wall of his bedroom. Donna had her elbow resting on my shoulder as I sipped on the smoothie that I got from Jamba Juice this morning. "Can I help you?" He finally spoke.

"Not really," I replied, now purposefully make loud slurping noises with my straw to annoy him. He squinted his eyes shut for a moment before widely opening them like he was trying to prepare his brain for whatever we were doing.

"So what, are we just having a family reunion in here and you didn't invite me?" Charlie suddenly walks into Harry's room as well, joining us in standing there.

"He sleeps, did you know that?" Donna asked him. Donna and Charlie seem to be back where they were before, with Donna's feelings too hard for me to read and Charlie hopelessly in love with her, but she has no idea. Same old same old.

"You sleep? Since when?" Charlie plastered a genuine smile on his face. I think he might actually make an effort to be nicer to Harry now. I'm not sure though; I haven't spoken to him since I talked to him about Donna and Florence.

"Since always I-" the exasperated Harry tried getting out but was interrupted yet again.

"Donna, I think I accidentally got your smoothie, which one did you order again?" Louis barged into the room, holding a smoothie similar in color to the one in Donna's hand. "I didn't drink from it, promise, it just smells weird."

"Ok! Does anyone actually need anything from me, or are we all just hanging out in my room today?" Harry finally got one full sentence out.

"Oh yeah, by the way, you're meeting the coven today," I casually slipped in.

"And you're telling me this now?" Harry seemed annoyed, yet endeared, like I was being irritating but deep down he didn't really mind.

"Mhm. We're leaving in 30 minutes, I suggest you get up now," I slyly turned around and walked out of the room, Donna, Charlie, and Louis following close behind.

From behind the man's closed door, I heard a loud groan. He loves us so much.

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I made the choice of leaving Jorge at home. One human vampire is enough to explain to my family, the bird can wait. Plus, it's not like he could break out of the cage. It's practically impenetrable. I think.

I had set up a little water feeding bottle of blood for him, kind of like in a hamster's cage. Although he's no hamster, it seemed to work pretty well.

However, the small bird in the window was the last of my concerns as I sat in the back seat next to Harry. Donna had stolen shotgun on me, not that I minded much, I just liked to pretend I did, and it was Charlie's car, so he was driving. Someday, I swear I'm getting my hands on that car for a drive. Just once. Charlie doesn't even have to know. I'll add it to my list of shit to do.

My mind was mostly preoccupied with Harry. When is it not, honestly? I'm really starting to regret what I did, that boy is nothing but trouble.

Do I introduce him as my friend? My vampire friend? Are we best friends yet? Is it safe to say that? Do my family know who he is as a celebrity? Will that make things awkward? I must have had a dumb look on my face as I precariously thought about it, because Harry nudged me with his shoulder.

"What's on your mind?" He asked. I didn't feel in the mood to discuss this with him, especially since knowing him, he won't give me a straight answer, he'll just pull one of those 'whatever you want to do is fine' bullshit answers. I hate when he does that.

"I should probably give you the run down of my family, you too, Louis," I peeked around Harry's figure in the middle seat to look at Louis on the other side of him.

"How much preparation could we need? I mean, I know the three of you already, I can't imagine your family could be any worse," Harry assumed. Bad idea.

"Well you'd think so, wouldn't ya," Charlie quietly chimed. Harry gazed back at me, perplexed.

"Right, so. My family. The three of us, we're the tip of the iceberg, you could say. You could take any one of us alone, and we're pretty normal. Get us into a group of three like this, and it may not be ideal, but we're talking about everyone here. The entire Callahan clan. Plus Donna."

"But you're the youngest, and you mentioned your older siblings to have a sense of maturity," Louis added. He was right. I was most likely the most childish of my family. But I'm forever 22, it's not like I need to be growing up anytime soon.

"While that's true, it's not always so black and white," I paused, "let me explain."

"So on my dad's side of the family, there's Maude. She's the oldest out of everyone. The most mature, and from that, the strictest. Trust me, you do not want to cross her. I don't think I've ever seen that woman smile," I started.

"She smiled all the time, then you were born," Charlie added, snarkily.

"Shut it Charles. Anyway, then there's Jane, the second oldest. She's pretty quiet and really shy, so don't waste your time making much of an effort talking to her, I doubt you'll get much. Then there's Charlie. He's," I stopped to look at him, "a character. I'm sure you've gotten the gist of him so far."

Harry nodded along while Louis looked completely and utterly confused, like he was trying to solve a rubix cube in his mind.

"Then on my mom's side, there's Leonard, he's actually two years older than Charlie, but the oldest of my mom's children. If you thought I was a handful, wait until you meet him. He's like Charlie but more rowdy, I guess. He's also got a smart mouth, so watch out for that. I'm pretty sure he's where Charlie gets it from. Then lastly, of my mom's kids, there's Eleanor. I love her. She's my favorite sibling by far, we've always gotten along great, and she's very fiery. She's the same age as Charlie. The only reason I don't hang out with her is because she travels a lot with Leonard, so I have to keep bland old Charles here instead," I poked fun at Charlie.

"Y'know, from this rundown, I'm starting to get the idea that you don't like me very much, Faith." Charlie pulled out his dad voice, a voice I fucking hated, because he mostly uses it when he's being mature, which just makes me look like an asshole child. It's only fun being immature when people go along with it. However, this time, I ignored it. "Anyway, that's the rundown. Any questions?" I turned back to the two men next to me.

"How exactly are you guys all related? Like who's related to who how and how did you guys get together?" Louis questioned.

"Oh, so my dad has three kids: Maude, Jane and Charlie, technically 4 counting me. Then my mom has 3 kids, Leonard, Eleanor, and me. So like, Charlie and Jane and stuff, they aren't blood related to Leonard and Eleanor. And I only  have half siblings. And so my dad, Robert, had 3 kids with a woman named Alice a really long time ago, then Alice died. And my mom, Cecilia, has 2 kids with a man named John a long time ago, he also died, then my parents, Robert and Cecilia found each other and got married, then they had me in 1446, which was the true start to the 'Callahan Clan' as we call it, since that was when everyone was together all at once."

"Did that make sense?" I asked them, feeling like I lost them somewhere along the way. Harry reluctantly nodded his head, although I could tell he didn't get it, and Louis just flat out shook his. "That's okay, you'll get it eventually."

I decided to leave it at that, and continued with my thoughts about how to explain everything. They're not going to like this.

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The second we pulled up to the large house that contained my family, I felt like I might throw up. It was like going to high school all over again. (Yes, I did attend a senior year back in 2008. It was not pretty)

Charlie was the first to get out, followed by Donna, then Louis and Harry, but I stayed in the car for a moment longer, trying to compose myself. If I could have one, I'd probably be experiencing a heart attack right now. I took a deep breath, glancing out the window to the house. I can do this.

Harry surprisingly came to my side of the car and opened the door, extending a hand to me. I took it and he pulled me out.

The 5 of us walked inside.

I was immediately greeted by screaming, something glass shattering, and extensive swearing. Just another Friday at the Callahan house. If you're wondering why I would ever leave such a fun and eccentric family, this is the reason. I turned to my left and saw Leonard trying to dead-lift my dad with Eleanor on his back. Leonard was literally a walking stick figure, so I'm not sure what he expected to happen, but he collapsed onto my dad, with Eleanor falling on top of them, laughing hysterically.

The moment they all noticed me standing in the doorway, their expressions dropped from something sweet and loving to something bland and emotionless. Eleanor quickly perked up, though.

"Faye!" She clumsily climbed off of my brother and ran up to hug me. "I haven't seen you in forever! What are you doing here?"

"I, uh, wanted to catch up with you guys," not a total lie. I did in fact have things to tell them. New things. About my life. That's what catching up is, right?

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"So, I'm sure you're wondering why I gathered you all here today," I spoke, at the front of the room, standing next to the TV. My siblings were all piled onto the main couch, with my parents on a loveseat nearby, Harry and Louis squeezing into one single sized chair, and Charlie and Donna sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of them.

On the television next to me, there was a powerpoint I had single handedly prepared for this occasion. I clicked the remote in my hand, turning to the next slide. It was blank at first, until I clicked again and a picture spun in from the left, and a title faded into sight at the top of the slide. Once the effects were over, the picture revealed to be an image of Edward Cullen sitting at his biology desk, the title reading 'have you ever read twilight?'

"Right, so, Twilight, am I right? Great book series, great movies, I personally loved them," I started, talking a lot with my hands to help ease my nerves. "Today, we're going to be focusing on one character in particular, and that would be Mr. Edward Cullen himself." I clicked again and a new picture of Edward appeared, this time with cat ears, anime blush, and sparkles photoshopped onto him.

"Faye, I swear to god," Donna swore under her breath. Meanwhile, Eleanor was trying her hardest not to burst out laughing, looking like she was about to blow up.

"Now, who can tell me something about Edward Cullen, anyone?" I skimmed my eyes over my small audience until Louis raised his hand. "Yes?"

"He's a vampire," Louis answered, his voice sounding weak, trying even harder than Eleanor not to laugh.

"Precisely. He's a vampire. But aside from that, he's a cool guy," I concluded, clicking again so a pair of black sunglasses would slide in from the top and land on Edwards face. I turned my head to glance at Harry and Louis, who both looked like they were in physical pain trying not to laugh. Louis had his hand over his mouth and Harry was hiding his face in his hands.

"Alright, next slide," I clicked again. "Why is this important in our lives?" I read from the screen. "Well, vampires are pretty awesome. I love them. If only they were real, am I right? My thoughts exactly! So from this thought process sprouted the idea to look through Grandma's grimoire. Grandma, what a smart and noble woman, that's for sure. So smart, in fact, that she was able to single handedly write a spell for vampirism. Impressive right. Now, while reading this chapter in the grimoire, I decided to make my own revisions to it, y'know, for gits and shiggles. Now, I never planned for this to go a long way." Lie.

"Now here is when the first known vampire comes into play," I clicked again to show a crude drawing of a bird. I did it myself. Needless to say, I'm not an artist. This time, it was my mother that sighed in disappointment.

"This is Jorge. He is a bird, if you couldn't tell. He resides in my antique birdcage in my bay window, and he is a pleasure to have. He is peaceful when not taunted, he drinks a small bit of blood, and he's only attacked one person so far, that person being Mr. Harry Styles," I clicked again and a picture of Harry appeared on screen.

"When I saw Jorge attacking Harry, I captured Jorge, made sure Harry was alright, and then I left. End of story, right? Wrong. Soon after that, I ran into Harry again at IHOP, where I decided that if fate brought us together twice already, then it must be fate who wants to keep us from separating. This is when I performed the vampirism spell on Mr. Styles."

The looks on my family's faces was to be expected, I doubt they've had any run-ins with vampires previously. Gasps were heard round the room.

"So, what's the recap? Well, Harry is a vampire. His friend, Louis, is interested in joining the coven, and we have a new pet bird named Jorge, who is very inexpensive to maintain, all I feed him is a couple drops of blood every morning and he's alright. And as for me, well, I have a pet, two new friends, and the spell for vampirism!" I remained cheerful so I wouldn't seem freaked out.

"Any questions?"

Eleanor raised her hand, and I nodded at her. "Right, so which one is Harry and which one is Louis?"

I clicked all the way to the end of the presentation to the glossary which included pictures. "Glad you asked." After explaining to her who they were and that they were both famous and a brief timeline of the formation and with it, dissipation of the boyish pop sensation that was One Direction, I ended my presentation.

Once all the conversations fell into a lull, everyone's heads turned to my mother, for the final verdict. It's an unspoken rule of conduct in this household, she's easily the man of the house. She sighed heavily once more.

"I'm truly out of words, Faye. I mean, vampires? You understand how irresponsible this is?" I nodded my head vigorously. She pursed her lips. "Your two boys, they can stay, I suppose. Since they aren't causing any harm, I figure there's no harm in keeping them around. As for your vampire, I'd like for you to send me a copy of the spell. And as for your other friend, Louis, was it? He is welcome to the coven. I'm sure we can teach him the basics, if that is what he desires."

On that note, my mom carefully lifted herself off the couch and walked to the kitchen, stopping at the doorway. "Faye, will your friends be staying for dinner?"

I glanced back at the two men squeezed into one chair and they both nodded happily. After turning my head back to my mother, she nodded silently as well, and disappeared further into the kitchen.

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[n0resistance]

He's Real....

Dating in LA is the most painful thing I think you can do to yourself. And, if you date and live in NY or LA. Then, you can survive anything.

   I went to my friend’s wedding a lone that year. I didn’t even bother with the plus one because I really didn’t have anybody worthy. The guy I was dating needed to be blocked from my life. He lived a really unstable life focusing on status and his fake friends whom again screwed him over. Out of money, opportunities, it was crazy, and I could not believe someone as old as he was, dealt with this kind of stuff. 

   I flew home and I didn’t mind partying and seeing everyone without someone by my side. But that night after a long drive to my dad’s house I did say a prayer in my back yard. Back then, I only prayed when I was desperate. And I remember trying to talk to God. I said, please lord, let me meet someone kind, someone who loves me. Someone who will stick around. 

    I’m so tired of the toxic men that I meet. Where I feel terribly lonely. And I do believe I could live this lonely life to the fullest. I will travel, make friends, make art, and have a full life. However, I would really like to share it with someone. 

    It was a small prayer that started a collection of prayers when I would get hurt. Particularly by men. My list grew. More and more specific. Oprah once said, people don’t get what they want because they don’t know what they want. So the answer is to get CLEAR on what you want.

    During that time after finishing a film, a screening, the last few weeks of my job. I went on a backpacking trip to the Philippines with my two friends and then I moved back to Jersey for 2 days and then Brooklyn to start a new life. I then decided, okay, let me try dating. 

    It was awful. The first person was an actor/ musician, to say the least. Nothing wrong with artists, but mine was a narcissist. I survived, I got out, and I was single for a few months, and I sworn off all relationships. Just wanted to meet people before I moved again. This time I was really hoping to work at a hotel in Japan (which paid A LOT) and then make films in Argentina (which was really cheap living.) 

    That was one of the hardest years of my life because someone I adored got really hurt. So I would commute to Jersey from Brooklyn to visit them in the hospital. On my way home after having a 2 minute conversation on hinge with a guy in Jersey, I decided in the middle of the pandemic to go on a date and bring my trusty dog Scrappy with me. 

    We met in Jersey City (my route home to Brooklyn) and he waited 30 minutes for me as I was late and did not want to go. We walked around for like 20 minutes to find a spot and we talked a lot. He went to Thailand and I talked about my first time studying abroad in Italy. He said he didn’t want anything serious, and I said I hope to move to Argentina anyway, so we are good. 

   This guy is now my fiancé. The kind and sweet person god sent to me, when I asked him to, all those years ago. He’s not only that, he’s everything on this list I made about what kind of person I wanted in my life. I would not know what to do without Dominick in my life. Even though I was happily bitter before. He gives me purpose, stability, a reason to not be nomadic anymore, and a reason to have an actual career instead of this floating thing I’ve been doing to escape any ounce of saddness. He’s not only my fiancé but he became my family, my best friend, and the one person I look forward to seeing or talk to every single day. I want to be better and treat myself better because of how well he treats me. 

    So the moral of the story is. After being someone who never thought love was real; after being burned so many times. I want to say it is real. And in my life, the best part about my partner is he is a real person. He is not trying to play me with stories, his resume, how much money he has. He tells me who he is and I love that real version that’s not just trying to win me over, but be himself. 

   Most of us have a fake list. A man with a Rolex, a nice car, artistic pursuits that’ll make him famous. Bullshit bullshit bullshit. But that guy may be really mean. Like the whole movie thing with my ex, that story two blogs before. If that were real estate or a child. My life would be hell. Marrying him would be hell. So really the goal is to meet someone who doesn’t make your life so hard. Someone who cares for you. Life’s hard enough. And everyday I am grateful to have met mine and I’ll be his wife next month. 

[yourflowersfirst]

day 1,400

pages 167-173

dentists’ offices really freaked me out. i picked at the skin around my nails, watching tiny dots of blood form, my nails brittle and chipped like hell. my sister was scrolling instagram, the pics she liked were very 2016-esque. lots of bold brow makeup and a crazy amount of starbucks frappuccinos. she nudged me every time she saw something funny. an occasional fidget spinner, a lot of laughing crying emojis plastered on prank videos. i rolled my eyes at her.

i heard my mom and my dentist walk out from the dentist… room? i never knew what to call it. the room where your teeth were actually cleaned, mouth forced open (don’t think about it, don’t think about it, just shut up) and sprayed with water, cleaner, and picked at with a metal tool. whatever that's called. metal still rang in my jaw. they left, as my whole family was there that day. it was one of the few days that summer i didn’t have marching band practice. the humidity was so bad that you could feel it through building walls. i’d been done for about 30 minutes, my mom was the last one to be seen, and the waiting room still made me anxious despite already being finished.

so, they walked out, conversation quiet but audible if you paid attention. which i did. “… how are her teeth?”

“the oldest? or your youngest?”

“yes, the oldest. how are they? any sign of decay, cavities?”

decay? what the fuck?

“well, there was something. she had some bruising in the back of her throat. some more plaque than when i last saw her. nothing too concerning for now, i advised her to brush and floss more.”

i leaned forward even more, my mothers brow scrunched. “oh, okay. i only ask because she’s… you know.”

“well, is everything okay?”

“she’s been having some… problems. she has eating disorders. bulimia and anorexia.”

my skin suddenly turned ice cold. “oh. i’m sorry to hear that. her teeth are alright, for now…”

the rest of my dentist’s words were lost. my ears rang deaf, my body slumped in the waiting room chair, arms crossed in a teenage girl sort of way. after my dad paid the copay, the four of us piled back into the van, teeth slimy and minty fresh from the cleaner.

“mom,” i started, as she was driving home from cemetery road. “why did you tell dr tau that stuff about me? that’s personal, it made me feel so awkward. plus i’m not even sick like that. i’m fine. you exaggerated to her and i don't like it.” the way she spoke about me to strangers crawled under my skin and bones, settled there, and always left me feeling itchy and uncomfortable. clearly.

“i’m not starting this again with you,” my mom was already irritated. “you are sick, that’s why we go to children’s hospital every week, and it’s why you drain my bank account with your therapy and psychiatry. either way, dr tau needed to know exactly what was going on. i wanted to make sure you’re not ruining your teeth, too.”

my mouth just hung open for a while, unable to form a reply to all that. my dad and sister were silent. i finally said, “well, okay then. forget i said anything.” 

my mom stared back at me in the mirror, but didn’t respond, feeling like she’d won. later that night, i purged (out of spite or hatred for my body? i don’t know to this day). just a bit. i examined my teeth after: no new plaque. i was fine. why was it such a big deal, why did anyone give a shit? 

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2 years earlier, i’d been a freshman in high school. my hair was shorter, nails more brittle, skin always dappled with bruises no one ever seemed to notice. i’d frequent the dying mall 15 minutes away from town with my friends- all who also happened to be in band with me. because... of course.

we went one warm april friday afternoon. my mom drove us and waited in the food court, nursing a chik fil a frosted lemonade and a soft smile at me. first the 4 of us went to hot topic and spencer’s, giggling over the funny shirts and dildos stashed in the back of the latters’ store. then it was fye to gush over the anime memorabilia, and finally, we decided to go to victoria’s secret. as a joke, obviously.

“aedan, you’re a guy, so you can’t go in,” one of my girl friends said. 

“yeah, you should wait outside and only look at the ground,” i added. we cackled. strangely enough, aedan agreed. my other 2 friends and i- girls- trotted in, immature and silly about the big titted mannequins. we gushed over the cute frilly bras, turned red in the face when we saw the thongs. one bra in particular caught my eye immediately- one boasting about adding 2 cup sizes to whoever wears it.

“um, excuse me,” i nervously approached a worker with a measuring tape around her neck. “could i get measured for, um, a bra? i've only ever worn sports ones.”

she smiled at me, so kind. “of course, let me look with my tape here…” she wrapped it around me in 3 separate places. “okay, you’re a 32AA. we don’t have a ton of styles in that size…”

“uh, what about the one that adds 2 cups?”

“actually, yeah, that one should come in your size!” she looked around the drawers and eventually pointed out the options for a 32AA. one in light blue, one in black, one in grey polka dots. i thanked her and got a fitting room. my friends were howling with laughter but not teasing, as they were looking to try on bras too. a formative experience for a 14 (almost 15!) year old girl.

in the fitting room, i tried to fight off the typical nausea that came with me seeing my body in the mirror, and the dizziness from so much walking around the stores prior. i was 87 pounds soaking wet but i still felt like a mammoth- especially in such a store. once that comically padded push up bra was on, though, i smiled a little. the first time i’d done so in years at seeing my reflection.

i put my huge band tshirt on over the bra, the outline of boobs visible on me for the first time ever. i looked at my wallet, the $40 my mom gave me for shopping staring back at me. the bra was $35. 

10 minutes later, i was waiting in the checkout line, the bra clasped tightly in my hands. a new lifeline. another new way to fight how i look.

[declanfs]

10/22/23

Quick little hike at the battlefield, and by quick I mean 3.5 miles of carrying your through the forest. You did not want to ride in the backpack. You did RUN the first .2 miles. Then I gave you a piggy back ride until my arms got too tired and then dada carried you for like 1.5-2 miles. I carried you the last mile or so I think, but it might not have been that far and just felt like it because you weight 32 pounds and are very long. It didn’t help that it was cutting into your ideal nap time, so we can’t blame you.

We saw lots of cool mushrooms, a baby copperhead (possibly), and a cool green and purple caterpillar. I didn’t take many photos because it’s hard to take pictures when your arms are full of a baby.

You still love magnatiles, and this is a house you built all by yourself. You love to make “cloud towers” like from Tumble Leaf and sometimes they are so tall that you have to use a step stool to stack the pieces on the very top. You like to pick things out of the book for me or dad to make, and then you really like to smash them all up. We make garages for mater and lighting McQueen, for your monster trucks, and have made a zoo for your animals and many other random things I can’t remember. I just really liked this thing that you made all by yourself, it looks like a castle and is very arty with how you stood some pieces up and laid others on their sides. It’s fun to watch you play on your own because you get in a super focused zone and you’ll play for 15-20 minutes singing songs to yourself and talking for you people or just talking to yourself as you figure out what you’re doing.

Sometimes your toys get stuck or are falling down and other toys have to help them. Sometimes you just line up every single block or car or magnatile in a line that is like 3 feet to 30 feet long depending on what you are using. Earlier you spent a good chunk of time pouring water into your new balance scale thing. You’re a very skilled pourer and I don’t think you spilled even a drop.

Today you actually helped me with toy rotation. You tell me which toys you want to keep out or put away (usually it’s putting all the last week’s toys away), and then you are entertained for a good hour or more because all the “new” toys pull your play in all kinds of directions. This week the train table has all your construction vehicles and kinetic sand. The playroom has the ABC puzzle, some books, your rock and roll monster truck, the lovevery flowers and peg board, and bubble blowing train that pop and Deedee got you for Christmas last year. You were afraid of the train at first because it’s kind of loud and it didn’t help that it fell on your toe at one point, but now you love it and it played for like 30 minutes straight with its very loud music. **cringe smile**

The last little update is that we went to Belvedere with Granny on Friday. She took the day off and it was perfect. It was a bit cool and the rain didn’t start until we were driving home. Your favorite favorite part was probably the corn maze. I’m going to add two more videos from this day (slide + maze), but you loving the maze was such a funny surprise to granny and me. It’s like you knew exactly what to do and exactly where to go and you basically ran through the entire thing to lead us to the exit without getting lost once. You were gleefully and maniacally laughing as we could barely keep up with you as you raced around the corners, but it was so fun. You wanted to hide in the corn and jump out to scare granny and you were so pleased with yourself about following the paths and leading the way. You are such a joy.

You are still unsure of the big bouncy pillow. I think you are deterred by all the other kids being on there and jumping and running around in complete chaos. Which I totally understand, I bet it feels really scary to be so small and to see all these other bodies bouncing and running around with no predictability. At one point, another boy spun around and his foot barely grazed the top of your head. I don’t even think he noticed because you fell at almost the same exact time and his sock probably skimmed the top of your hair, but you noticed. You said “mama, he kicked me.” So the next time he came over I tried to advocate for you to teach you how to talk to the other kids and how you have to stand up for yourself, but it’s sooo hard. I mostly just made observations about how he almost kicked you on accident and then talked about how it was lucky that no one got hurt. This is so tricky because I don’t know where that kid’s adult was and I feel like all adults handle things differently. And I’m sure that 99% of adults would prefer to handle situations with their kid on their own. But, I promise to work on this. To strengthen my voice so your voice will be strong too.

Another favorite was the corn pit. This was our second time here in two weeks so you knew what you did and did not want to do. The corn pit, the pig races, feeding the animals, the big bubbles, and the obstacle course thing were on your YES list.

Being a pig pal and the zip line swing things were on your NO list. You enjoyed the slide a lot, but we did not do it as much as I expected. I definitely want to go back to Sneads so you can do their mountain slides again, especially if we go on a weekday in the beginning of the week and no one else is there!

We opted to get pumpkins at the store because Belvedere is so expensive and we ran out of time to go on the hayride before they closed at 2. I’m not sure you would have wanted to anyway though, so it’s all good and we will try again next year.