#you could even put them in the room with the ice maker and vending machines on every floor

[tundrakatiebean]

Ok bright side of having to stay in the hotel: I really like their body wash so I’m gonna buy some to replace the one I have been using that just changed it’s formula (again) so that I don’t like it anymore

I have also realized how horrible this hotel is for people who are menstruating so I’m gonna write and email the company about it with my extra time today.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Hickory Dick-ory Dock (baon)

Summary: A prequel to the series, a glimpse at how Sans and Red's relationship got started.

Tags:  Kustard, Angst, Ecto-Genitalia, Sex, Antagonism, Brats to Lovers, Lemony Goodness

Notes:  Okay, this is the last kustard one, I swear, Edge and Stretch just needed a little break after everything that happened. Besides, with all this Sans and Red stuff coming up, I thought it might be interesting to see how they started out. 

It's swell! Watch out for that lemony goodness!

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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It was either too early or way too fucking late to be awake, and Sans’s body hadn’t decided on which one yet. The only chair in the room was as shitty as the rest of the furniture, stiff-backed and with the kinds of stains it didn’t pay to think too deeply about. Not really worth sitting in except for those moments where someone shouldn’t be having a cigarette but still was. Supposed to be no smoking anywhere indoors, but in a motel that prided itself on a cash-only, Sans didn’t think anyone would be chasing them down for a cleaning fee.

Of the two vending machines by the elderly ice maker, only one of them worked and it reluctantly parted with a can of Pepsi for the rip-off price of two bucks. Not even an honest swindle, it was piss-warm and unsatisfying, even for someone without a proper throat.

The tiny bottle of whiskey he’d nabbed earlier on the plane was of a decent sort, though, helped smooth the path down, and by their powers combined, it was teetering on the edge of acceptable. Not like they were going to be here for long, anyway. Sulking about it would be petty waste of precious little time.

“you gonna offer me some of that or keep it for your private party?”

Sans glanced at the bed, but Red didn’t bother opening his sockets, still sprawled out in the wreck of the sagging mattress. A corner of the sheet was draped over his pelvis in a parody of modesty and the colorful splatter on his femurs made Sans idly think of the modern art at the museum Blue dragged all of them to a few weeks back.

Sans took a deliberate sip from the can, then a drag from the cigarette, holding in the smoke long enough for it to start seeping from his sockets before he exhaled it. “dunno, haven’t decided. maybe i like a solo act better.”

That got him a single socket opened, a thin rim of crimson showing. “yeah? was getting the idea earlier you preferred a duet. i spent the better part of an hour sucking you off, and this is the thanks i get?”

“isn’t it supposed to be the thought that counts when it comes to gifts?”

“uh huh, and what i’m thinking is it should be your turn to make your way downtown,” Red shifted, drawing his knees up and letting them fall to either side. The tangle of the sheet gave tantalizing glimpses of pelvis and the beginnings of a swirl of magic within it. “c’mere, little boy blue, come blow my horn.”

Sans snorted and crushed out the cigarette on the scarred old desk, leaving a blackened mark that matched a dozen others. “like i’ve never heard that before.”

“i know you haven’t,” Red gave him a sly, sulking look and rolled to his side, giving Sans his back, and yeah, he got the unspoken insult there. “you’ve never fucked anyone with my crushing wit.”

“mother goose ain’t exactly phd material and you might be crushing, but i’m the one pounding tonight.”

Sans hopped down from the chair and snagged the can, carrying it with him to the bed. He sat on the side of the mattress, trailing an idly finger down the intricate curves of Red’s spine. That was worth a faint sigh, exhaled through a jagged-tooth smile. Fondling the sensitive cartilage between each vertebra was better, Red arching into the touch with a hissed groan, undulating between that generously stroking hand and the stained sheets.

It added to the novelty of the occasion, could tack that sight right in with all the other scenery Sans never expected to see. Lovely bones, gleaming palely in the neon light creeping in through the slatted blinds covering the windows. The scars littering Red’s bones were predicable, but discovering the slimness of them beneath that ever-present jacket wasn’t, smaller even than Sans, all bulked up and hidden beneath heavy layers.

None of that made Red any less dangerous, but then, that was part of the fun, now wasn’t it.

His hand got lazy while Sans was taking in the sights and Red made a complaining sort of sound, rolling onto his back and stretching. The sheet, already doing a poor job at an attempt at modesty gave up even that, sliding completely loose. That left nothing covering Red but the remnants of come, still tacky yet, smearing as Red ran a pin-sharp fingertip up the inside of his femur. Sans watched, rapt, as red and blue mingled, sullied into purple.

“give me that.”

For a split second, Sans lurched obediently forward, ready to crawl between those femurs. Then he saw that wickedly sharp smirk curling up and noticed Red was reaching out towards the can that was starting to crumple in Sans’s too-tight grip.

It didn’t pay well to show Red any weakness and Sans swallowed down his flusterment, handing it over. Watched as Red tipped it back and swallowed down half the can in a single gulp. There was probably a pun to be made there, getting hit hard with a soft drink, but instead he only watched, tried not to think of what his eye lights were revealing as he stared at Red licking his teeth, the tips tinging to crimson as he nicked his own tongue against them.

“you gonna come down here or just enjoy the show?”

“i was about to leave,” Sans said, slowly. Like it wasn’t a lie and he wasn’t sitting here without even his shorts on. “paps will be wondering where i am.”

All the ambassadors were tucked away in their own five-star hotel, none of them suspecting their head of security and his second had skulked off, leaving them with the rest of the bodyguards. They were safe as houses, had to be or Red never would’ve been coaxed off, but Paps might come to his room, might ask for a bedtime story or just a chat.

“yeah, can’t let your little brother know you’re sneaking out to fuck around with me, now can you?” Poisonously sweet and okay, Red could, and did, get away with murder all the fucking time, but Sans wasn’t gonna let that slide.

“that how you want to play it?” Sans let a smirk of his own work its way loose. Like this lovely secrecy was for his benefit? “oh, miss mary, quite contrary, you want me to call him? i can give him the room number, see if he wants to stop in and verify. probably some paperwork that needs done, ain’t there, the bossman fucking his subordinate, bet he’d volunteer to help, he likes filling out forms.”

“you’d need form 109b, you’re the one who fucked me,” Red’s eye lights glittered with unnamed emotion. “hoping i’ll call you on that?”

“go ahead, if you think i’m joking, i could use a few chuckles."

“bet you could. i’m all about the jokes, but 3 am is a tough crowd.”

Sans ran his tongue along the even line of his teeth, considering. And then he went for blood. “we aren’t meeting up at roach motels to keep secrets from my brother. tell you what, wanna give the edgelord a call, instead? bet he and stretch are already done banging for the night, all curled up together for beddy-bye.”

“it’s 11am back in the states, i’m more likely to interrupt some meeting.” Oh, but there was blood in the water now, and fucking shark that he was, Red could smell it.

“great, then asgore can listen to our first ever porn podcast.”

Sans reached for his shorts and dug out his phone, humming as he pulled up Papyrus’s contact. “i don’t worry about my bro. let me give him a call, then you can call yours—”

His phone clattered to the floor as Red slapped it out of his hands. Sans kinda hoped it wasn’t broken, he wasn’t gonna have time to get a new one in the morning before all the meetings started and sitting there without candy crush to keep him entertained would be an endless nightmare.

“you gonna fuck me or not.” The words caught on a snarl, Red’s eye lights shading into a deep, harsher crimson, his mouth twisted into a grimace.

Sans hummed thoughtfully. “you gonna give me something to fuck?”

He did one better, rolling onto his front and forming ectoflesh from just beneath his ribcage to the tops of his femurs. The generously rounded globes of his ass were a bribe, but Sans wasn’t too proud to be cheap. He cupped them in both hands, firm flesh but with comfortable give.

But he wasn’t quite ready to be bought. “needed a nice cushion for some pushin?”

“you’re bitching at me for mother goose when you’re putting out that shit? fuck me, already, before i die of boredom—hnn!”

Seemed polite to wait until he was at the end of a sentence to push two fingers into his cunt. So slick inside, already practically dripping with want and Red whimpered as Sans worked to coax out a little more, pressed in another finger just to feel the hot stretch around his knuckles.

“huh. think i like your mouth better when you aren’t speaking,” Sans teased. He worked another finger in, all that slippery wetness making it easy. Yeah, much better like this, gasping and whining, mangling obscenities while Sans scissored his fingers inside him.

"yeah? think this is gonna shut me up?” Red managed to gasp, "gonna have to try harder than that, i could take your fucking fi—gah!!”

"what was that? seemed like you had something to say, sweetheart." Red gave it another try at the same moment Sans gave a little thrust with his fingers, letting them glide in and out, riding that silky wetness as Red’s curses tangled in between whines. In the interest of both their orgasms, it seemed best to reach up and push two fingers into his mouth, forcing him to suck on them and hoping Red didn’t take the opportunity to bite them off.

Instead, a moan vibrated through his phalanges, the slick little tongue between his fingers made him think of other places that mouth had been. Tight, hot little mouth almost as good as his tight little pussy and yeah, it was kinda vulgar to pull his fingers free, slip them still wet between Red's legs to rub his clit but the lovely little writhe he did excused it.

"oh,” Red groaned out, “that's…oh, fuck, you – yeah, just –"

Might be better if he took the continuing effort at speech as a compliment. Not difficult to do with the way Red was pushing back at him, wriggling and rolling his hips in a way that could never be taught, could only be known. He felt the sudden clench around his fingers as Red started to come and quickly pulled them out, left his cunt clenching on nothingness while he scooted back away.

Even as Red spat out curses in the ruins of his orgasm, Sans caught hold of his hips and dragged him up to his knees, hastily forming his cock. He rubbed it along the wet slit, but Red was squirming so much beneath him he slipped away on the first try.

“hold still!” Sans slapped one asscheek, and Red howled…and did it, spreading his knees wider to let him line up. Then he had to catch his own breath, that long, easy slide inside, surrounded by wet, clenching pussy. Easy, too easy to dig his fingers bruisingly into the giving ectoflesh of Red’s hips, lifting him to make the angle that much deeper. His rhythm was shitty and desperate, no finesse left to him. Sans could only drive in as hard as he could, his hips slapping against that generous, crimson backside.

Didn't matter, Red was along for the ride, both hands braced against the headboard and wood shavings curling around his razor fingertips as he dug them into the cheap particleboard. The room was a cacophony of conflicting sounds, flesh and bone striking, the bed frame creaking, and both of them breathing like they were about to dodge a blow. The sudden feeling of Red tightening around him in a sweet, constricting ripple made Sans gasp and listening to his choked, desperate cry as Red convulsed and came again was almost as good as coming himself.

Almost.

The air around them was thick with the scent of their sex, sourly spicy and nothing sweeter to soften it. Sans sagged down on top of Red, ignored his grunt as he let him take all of his weight, and breathed it in.

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The sky was only graying with dawn when Sans woke up again. The bed was empty next to him, only the stained blankets and sheets to keep him company. Sans managed to crawl out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, gathering up his wrinkled t-shirt and shorts along the way.

Shitty as this little hotel managed to be, the mildewed shower still had plenty of hot water and Sans basked in it, scrubbing away the night before with the sliver of complimentary soap.

The cab ride would only take fifteen or so, but he still wouldn’t have time to get changed when he got back to the hotel where the ambassadors were staying. Paps would scold him for wearing the same thing as yesterday, loudly and with vigor, and groan at whatever puns Sans offered before slyly offering back one of his own.

But he wouldn’t say anything about Sans being gone all night in front of the others, those questions would only show in his worried glances, and soft, secret questions about whether Sans was being safe.

Damn shame Sans didn’t know the answer.

For now, it didn’t matter. Time to head back and play nice in front of the Ambassadors, and put on some sunglasses so no one could see if he fell asleep. Maybe tonight he could persuade Red out again and they’d give Humpty Dumpty a try or even Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater. Worth a shot.

He hummed as he stepped into his rumpled shorts and slipped on his t-shirt. If he hurried, he’d have time to grab coffee. Maybe this time he’d bring one for Red, too, the way he liked it for once, hot and bitter black.

Maybe. It wouldn’t hurt to be a little kind, just this once.

-finis-

[thexgrayxlady]

Notes: So this was supposed to be a part of chapter fifteen. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, my brain did not want to cooperate while writing it and I decided that I needed to move on, so it did not get finished. Then I looked back on it weeks later and for some reason, it just clicked the second time around. I’m debating whether or not I want to go back and put it back in.

Epicinum

Kaidan peeled the gloves from his hands and the smell of nitrile joined the perfume of blood, disinfectant, and medigel that followed him around since he set foot in the clinic. He almost reached for a fresh pair from the box next to the sink, offer to let another exhausted nurse go on break, if it meant that for a little while longer, the universe didn’t revolve around her. Yet his hands had started shaking and there was a familiar twinge at the base of his skull.

His omni-tool pinged again. Kaidan glanced at it, then turned back to the bottle of disinfectant. Hackett calling again about his preliminary reports. He would take whatever kind of hell Hackett would give him for letting it go to voicemail so many times if it meant he could make a difference for the colonists.

There wasn’t enough medical staff left on the colony to handle the injured. A handful of doctors, medics, and nurses couldn’t handle the influx of patients and all of a sudden, he wasn’t an Alliance soldier to them. The second he showed up at the clinic, Doctor Hassan took one look at his qualifications and put him to use.  

As grim as it was, he was grateful for the work. Anything to keep busy. When he wasn’t, his thoughts kept drifting. He’d even written half an email that he knew better than to try to send, but couldn’t make himself delete.

A few weeks ago, he would have given the world to hold her just one more time. Even yesterday, he didn’t want to let go. Then she gave him that bullshit line about Cerberus bringing her back from the dead. If she was going to lie to him, after all they went through together and all he thought they meant to each other, he thought he at least deserved effort.  

And whatever she was doing now, she dragged Garrus into it. She let other people know she survived and it hurt almost as much as the emblems on her armor. She knew what Cerberus did and she ran off and joined them anyway. And for what? Because they offered more money? Because they gave her a more interesting job? Freedom?

He shook his head and told himself that the why of it didn’t matter. Shepard made her choice. After all, it was just business. Still, some small part of him was grateful she had someone she trusted to watch her back.  

As much as he wanted to drown these thoughts in work, Dr. Hassan gave him the totally professional suggestion, but really not a suggestion, to be the next person to go on break. It wasn’t long, just enough to get a snack and coffee, maybe curl up on a couch in the on call room for a few minutes. And as much as he wanted to argue (he was exhausted, but so was everyone else), it’d been over a day since he last slept and he wasn’t sure what kind of lingering effects the Collector’s neurotoxin would have.

So instead, he stood by the vending machine with one of the nurses, both going through the same motions of knowing that they should eat something, but finding nothing appealing.

“Doesn’t feel right,” the nurse said, slowly leaning up against the wall. “Like they’re going to come back.” It took Kaidan a moment to realize she was talking to him.

“Don’t know,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. He feigned interest in peanut butter crackers to avoid her searching eyes. More answers he didn’t have.

“You’re that Alliance guy right?” she asked. Her scrubs were stained and her voice was heavy. “That woman at the tower, she was part of your team?”

“No,” he replied. It took all his will power to stay in the present, instead of thinking about coded emails, fighting at each other’s back, and soft, low voice whispering, “I’ve recently received intel which indicates that you prefer adventurous women.”

“But Delan said you knew her.” He thought that the mechanic needed to learn what the phrase, “classified,” meant.

“I used to work for her,” he explained. If he said anything else, a quick extranet search would disprove it in an instant. “How well do you know your boss?” He tried to keep the emotion out of his voice, but the last few words faltered. He played it off as an exhausted yawn.

“Figures. Delan’s an idiot,” she said, settling on some kind of granola bar. “Look, thanks for what you’re doing. Helping out here. Maybe you Alliance types don’t all suck.”

“Thanks,” he said, giving her a tired smile. “That really means a lot.” She pinned a couple of strands of her dark, coiled hair back into her bun before shuffling off towards the coffee maker.

He was still debating between peanut butter crackers and trail mix when his omni-tool pinged again. He had no more excuses to put this off. The closest he could get to appropriate levels of privacy was a supply closet.

“Admiral,” he said, opening the vid call. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to respond. Lots of injured on the colony following the attack, got caught up in the clinic.”

“Given your reports, there’ll be time for explanations later,” he replied. “What’s the colony’s status?”  

“Right now, estimates place over half the colony as unaccounted for,” he said. He couldn’t count the number of people he’d seen today who asked him if he knew anything about their loved ones. In a fit of probably misplaced trust, he gave a woman named Robin the email Garrus gave him. He didn’t have much hope for a response, but it was something. And maybe if the woman he thought he knew was still in there somewhere, Robin would get closure. “No way of knowing this early if all are due to the Collectors.”

“And the neurotoxin you mentioned in your report, do you know anything more about that?” Hackett asked.

“I haven’t had time to do much more research into it. It’s some kind of paralytic, administered by what looks like a miniature semi-organic drone,” he said. “I’ve got a dead specimen and blood samples from a few of the affected on ice and I talked Dr. Hassan into letting me store a Collector body in the morgue, but has to be out of there by end of day tomorrow.”

“Good work. I’ll be dispatching a science team to retrieve the materials as soon as possible,” he replied. “Now for the trickier business. Are you sure the woman working for Cerberus is actually Shepard?”

“It’s either her or they managed to find an even better actress.” The way she settled against him, like she was perfectly comfortable and safe, even for just a few moments, was enough to convince him that she was real, but he’d taken a blood sample just to be safe.

“And you’re certain they’re not allied with the Collectors,” Hackett said.  

“Only reason I can think of is to use the Collectors to drive a wedge between the Alliance and the Terminus colonies, but there’s easier ways to do that,” he said. “Shepard would never agree to a plan that’s that inefficient.” The brutal math he’d seen her do allowed for losses, but not on this scale. Not when there was a more economical solution. “We need to gather more information about what Cerberus is planning, but given the circumstances, I’d assess the Collectors as the greater threat.”

“That being said, the threat posed by Shepard working with Cerberus is too great to ignore,” Hackett said. “I’m working to set up our own squads to combat the Collectors.” He knew what was coming next, but he hoped he was wrong. “Your assignment will continue in regards to Shepard’s capture.”

“I understand sir,” he said. As much as he wanted to say no and end whatever relationship they had on Horizon, he had a duty to the Alliance. He closed out the vid call and slowly slid down the wall. The end of his break couldn’t come soon enough.

[the-placebo-effect-blog1]

Eddie And Richie Have A Talk | May 30th, 2016

Wait! Don’t close the door, Eddie. What if you left your key on the coffee table? You’ll have to go all the way down to the lobby for another, and it’s getting late. He paused, hesitating over the threshold, cold fluorescence pouring in from the hallway, cutting a sharp, yellow-white streak where he was standing. Yeah Mom---sure. His fingertips swept along the back pocket of his grey jeans, double-checking for the plastic rectangle of his key card. It was there---same as it had been when he’d put it there five minutes ago, but---at least his mom wouldn’t hound him for the next ten minutes now. Wouldn’t be wailing and howling after him, flipping shit all the way to the vending machines, and wherever else he went. Might even shut up long enough for him to get some sleep later, but that wouldn’t matter much---because there were too many other things that he knew wouldn’t be quiet. Not tonight---maybe not for a long time. And sometimes it was worse---when those things were quiet. 

(Yeah, no shit---they’ve been quiet for the last twenty-something years, but they weren’t gone. They weren’t gone, and that’s why it suddenly feels like almost your entire life has been on pause until now. Hope you didn’t want to do anything important with those years.) 

He exhaled heavily, feeling oxygen and day-old stress leave the temperamental confines of his lungs, and he pulled the door closed---heard it lock with a muffled click. It would be a real shame if you were wrong about the key. His fingers dropped away from the cool handle. Yeah---sure would. He pulled out his phone and glanced at the time---10:22. The dull throbbing behind his eyes---or maybe it was somewhere in the center of his consciousness, made it feel about six hours later. He walked away. The hallway really was bright---too bright, especially after being in his room, where the only sources of light he’d bothered with had been a shoddy lamp and the TV, turned up just loud enough to suffice as background noise. Because he sure as fuck wasn’t ready to be left alone with the other noises kicking around inside his head---he’d put that off for as long as he could. 

Today and yesterday were jumbled blurs, merging somewhere on a shared note of mental overload---and that was that. Surreal enough they probably could’ve passed for basket case dreams if someone had kindly knocked him out and shipped him back to Long Island (Where he should’ve been by rights), but at the same time---they were realer than anything else he’d done for the past two decades. He couldn’t decide which impression was fucking with him more, and it didn’t really matter, because neither one seemed in a hurry to leave. Everything they’d talked about downstairs---in the library, at the mall, over lunch---all of that felt miles away, maybe even days. Maybe even years, straight back to when we were kids. But it hadn’t been years ago---God, some of it had only been twenty or thirty minutes ago. They’d all been together. No, we weren’t. 

Something cold and heavy plummeted inside of him---like pulling tight a knot that had just been waiting to cinch around his chest. Like getting kicked in the gut. We won’t ever all be together. He swallowed thickly. The knowledge came and went---had been coming and going all day. Every time he came close to grasping it, something buckled and the disbelief came back---or maybe he wasn’t even coming close in the first place. He’s not gone---can’t be gone. Not Stan. Not one of us. One of us can’t be gone while the rest of us are still here. That’s not how it’s supposed to work. But it had happened before, hadn’t it? Maybe not like that, not so final---but it had still happened. They’d all left each other behind. They’d all grown up. There was a time when he would’ve said that wasn’t possible either. 

His eyes flickered downwards, stinging, skimming along the carpet underfoot---sort’ve registering its circular pattern. The walls were dotted with low-hanging plants---and there was something off about them, something that struck him as unsettling. In a faint, subconscious way, he realized they reminded him of the Barrens, though he couldn’t call to mind any memories of similar looking things. But---the same could’ve been said about most of the feelings he’d been having for the past two days, since everything he knew about his life had been turned upside-down, and shaken out a couple times for good measure. Nothing made sense right now, but things hadn’t made sense back then either, had they---? They’d all just been better equipped to deal with it. 

Better equipped? Yeah right---we were fucking kids. We weren’t equipped for anything---we just didn’t know any better, that’s how we got away with it. If they’d gotten away with it at all---he was starting to think maybe they hadn’t. Otherwise, things wouldn’t look like this now, would they? And he thought Bill and Mike might’ve still had it---had whatever crazy thing it took to survive out here, but what about the rest of them? Bill made sense---of course Bill could still do it, if anybody could. Bill had always been different, Bill had always been stronger. And he guessed Mike had just never lost it, because he’d never left---but what about the rest of them? What had he even been like, back then---? All of that talking, and he still wasn’t sure---but he had a feeling he’d been tougher---a lot tougher than he was now. (Life really chips away at you.) He paused by a small alcove in the hallway, eyes lifting, glancing over the ice-maker and two vending machines, standing there side-by-side.

He didn’t exactly feel like getting a drink---nothing short of an alcoholic one anyway, but it seemed better than just meandering around. Besides---maybe something with a few bubbles would help. His stomach wasn’t quite upset, but it probably wasn’t far off. He pulled his wallet out’ve the other back pocket on his jeans---the one his room key wasn’t occupying, sweeping a hand beneath the light jacket he’d thrown on. Despite the fact that they were essentially new---and had been reasonably expensive, he felt borderline ridiculous in the clothes he was wearing. Or he did now---for some reason, it’d felt more natural when he’d been with everybody else. 

There was nothing specifically weird about them---jeans, a grey long-sleeved shirt, a black jacket---he just hadn’t worn clothes like this in years. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time---but there was something familiar about them. (Everything was familiar, nothing was clearly recognizable.) He snapped his wallet open and pulled out two wrinkled dollars, pausing to straighten them out a bit before feeding them into the machine. It spit the second one back at him a few times, and then accepted it. He punched in the code for a clear sprite, waited---and nothing happened. “Seriously---?” He muttered, tapping the keypad---and then the side of the machine. Still nothing. If he hadn’t known he was home before---home in Derry, here was the final testimony. He closed his wallet and slipped it back into his pocket. Figures.

“---piece of shit.” He gave it another jostle, and then relented, still mumbling to himself, jabbing the button to get his money back---but he didn’t have any luck there either. “Oh, come on---seriously? I swear to God...” He jabbed it again---and again, slower this time. Great---real great. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” He knew it didn’t matter---seriously, he’d barely even wanted the damn thing, but---maybe after everything else, this was just the sort’ve hitch that could rub him the wrong way. He took a deep breath. As a last-ditch effort, he tried entering the combination again, not remotely expecting it to work---and he supposed that was probably why a drink tumbled down afterwards. 

For a second, he just stared---feeling something like irony twinge inside his chest, an irony that was definitely too potent for the given situation, but---he guessed that was because none of this was really about a vending machine. 

Exhaling, he reached down and fished out the sprite, cheap plastic crinkling---straightening back up and sweeping his hair away from his forehead. He turned the bottle over, giving the ingredients a brief glance---and sure enough, the irony came back. He made a sound---somewhere between a sigh and a laugh, which was pretty damn close to what he was feeling. 

Sometimes---at least in Long Island, you were reasonably safe with the clear ones. Not that they’d win any health awards, but you at least had a decent shot at high fructose corn syrup not being the first fucking ingredient. No such luck in Derry. People like to die here, remember? Kids fast and grownups slow. Well---guess I really am a grownup now. He tossed the soda into a nearby trashcan---the angle wasn’t great, and it probably would’ve been safer to walk over, but the bottle went in easily enough. He could’ve drank it anyway---there was no telling exactly what they’d all consumed at lunch earlier today, and whether or not he had corn syrup floating around in his system probably wouldn’t decide whether he lived or died tomorrow, but---right now, he didn’t really feel like adding one more thing.  

[ukhandoit-blog]

Depressed Diary Day 1

I’m starting this online diary because I can’t remember my days. Also I always wanted to be a writer so this is a good place to start.

So I woke up this morning feeling motivated. I’ve been feeling more motivated to go to work and try to have good days lately, it’s probably a manic state but that’s okay. I got up jerked off took a shower jerked off in the shower too. The worst part about my masturbation is I have a girlfriend. She gives me pretty regular sex too so I really have no reason to but I just can’t bring myself to stop. The morning shower is the hardest place not to. I finished getting ready after my shower. Brushed my teeth with some charcoal toothpaste from lush. I noticed it was expired since last July, wonder if that means it won’t work anymore? Only time will tell.(cause I ain’t looking that shit up.) I went to my room and my GF was just waking up, I didn’t even have to tell her to cover her eyes when I was about to turn on the light. I told her I loved her and placed a hand on her leg. I really wanted to just go back to sleep but I kept at it today. I ironed a purple dress shirt and put on my blue jeans, belt, leather jacket, and some unmatched blue socks from a pack my mom had bought for me. I told my girl I loved her again and headed out for the day. On my way out I grabbed my vape, wallet, phone, and, keys. I headed to my beat up RAV4. Couldn’t remember where I parked so I looked in the front and back. It was in the back parked in a safe spot in our complex’s private lot. It was raining today, water poured over the car as I approached. I was glad cause I haven’t washed her in months, maybe even a year. I jumped in the front seat and started her up. It was easy, the car is pretty new but I have tons of dents and scratches. A coworker backed up into the side and knocked down a plastic panel that now hangs on the passenger door until either I get it fixed or something rips it from the car. My license plate hangs from one screw due to a time where my girl and I fought all the way to her dropping me off at my car. I was so mad I hit her bumper and broke the other screw that holds it in a way it can’t be replaced without drilling out the hole. My drive to work was in eventful. I played AM radio and listened to the traffic. “Even though we didn’t get enough rain to leave standing water on the freeways, the 880 is backed up due to several inches of water.” said the traffic host. It hadn’t rained much this winter but it was still better than the drought years that passed. I Arrived at the office after texting and driving the whole way there. Not the safest way to drive but the mornings are just so depressing I often can’t resist. I’ve found that it cures my loneliness temporarily. The office had posting on the door about carpets being cleaned, and not to walk on them too much. I laughed to myself as I knew it wouldn’t change the amount I walked. Not like I could levitate or climb on the walls to avoid the carpet. I entered the office ready to make coffee, had to walk thru the complex as our office is located inside on a corporate condo complex. I said hi to the few people in, David, Jeanessa, Colleen, Leslie(Lacey?), Heather, and Jennifer. I’m so bad with names and we have a Leslie and a Lacey in the office but I’ll be damned if I know the difference. The walls are stark white and the ceiling is tiled with those plaster or insulation tiles they use in schools and office buildings, also white. Rows of two laptop computers on desks of the glass walled cubicles sat humming waiting for the rest of the office to come in. I always make the coffee in our office if I can help it. No one had started it which was kinda surprising as last time Jennifer beat me to the office she had done it before me. Apparently she even had done a better job than me as the filter had over flowed the grounds and some were burned to the bottom of the pot. I grabbed the pot and threw away the used grounds, took the filter, it’s parts, and the pot with me to be cleaned. I rinsed and scrubbed them without soap in the communal sink near the vending machines. After I was done I marched back to the break room to make the coffee. I felt my stomach rumble as I poured the ice cold water into the back of the coffee maker. I hadn’t had breakfast. I was looking forward to making some ramen when I headed home for lunch, I knew I needed to make soup aswel because my fiancé was sick. I texted her to let her know I was excited to see her that night. We’ve been going thru hard times lately. Her grandparents were moving out of state and she spent the last few days seeing them off. She didn’t like that they were leaving and often made it personal, as if she were the reason they were moving away. I let her know I would be home for lunch at 12:30. I wasted my morning, did about 20 mins worth of work between 9 and noon when I was to leave for work, spent the rest of the time posting and looking for memes on my anon Facebook. I even managed to fit an argument about Moana and Disney in my drive back home for lunch. Lunch didn’t go at all as I had pictured. When I walked in my girl was standing I font of an empty wok at the stove, I thought it was strange as she never cooks with my wok. She immediately began to apologize for not have finished lunch. Since I had not expected my sick girlfriend to be cooking at all I quietly accepted and told her it was okay and I had enough time. I was very wrong. She asked me to help cut up some chicken, and I thought I saw about a cup of oil in the wok. “Oh baby that’s too much oil for this wok you only need to coat the pan when you stir-fry.” I told her sternly. “It’s not oil it’s water.” She replied Confused I asked. LOh really what are you making?“ I don’t remember exactly how it goes from here but she was not happy I questioned her and I was not happy either. I hadn’t eaten yet that day and my temper was short. I got pissed off when she couldn’t find a spice she needed. I wonder why the hell she was doing all this in the first place. I needed to be at work in half an hour and she was planning to make sauce from scratch. We fought for an hour, it made me late for work, plus I didn’t get to eat lunch at all. I’m so hungry, it all my fault. Idk what to do but now I’m supposed to cook to make it up to her. I feel like I want to die. I don’t even want to eat anymore. I want to just stop eating all together. I’m considering make this blog a kind of suicide note tracking what happens to an adult male when he stops eating all together. I’m 170 lbs 5'11 and heaviest weight I’ve been in my entire life.

See you tomorrow if I can remember. Khandoit

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