#I should just continue working my miserable job and live my miserable little life with no plan and no goals and nothing to look forward to

[feninina]

𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞 ༉‧₊˚.⁀➷

therapist! jonathan crane x female reader.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: when your father decided that you needed therapy, taking you to his dear friend dr. crane to treat and help you, you thought it wouldn't work at all, but it turned out to be everything you needed.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: SMUT(minors dni!!), noncon/dubcon, depression, cursing, crane is a mysoginistic prick, using therapy for unhinged reasons, smut, hair pulling, jonathan just being an creep, choking AND strangulation, dacryphilia, hitting, unprotected sex (safe sex its great sex!!), breeding kink, forced breeding, power dynamics, i think crane should be a warning himself, reader being borderline stupid and naive. also this has a lot of backstory i’m so sorry i got carried away lol.

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𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: omg my first fic on here!! this is also my first work on english and my first smut ever so i apologise in advance for any mistake!! i hope y'all enjoy it anyways ahahahaha live laugh love jonathan crane👏🏻 feedback its very appreciated so i can improve and continue to publish better works, anyways enjoyyyy 💓

𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁

It was awkward, to say the least.

You were sitting across from Doctor Crane in the couch at your dad's house, legs crossed as you watched him write on his clipboard, something about it making you feel anxious, a little nauseous, even.

This wasn't your first session, you started doing this four months ago, not long after your divorce that caused you to fall into a spiral of sadness and misery. Your failed— and short marriage was the main reason you started taking therapy with your dad's friend, the chief of Arkham, Jonathan Crane, and still, you couldn't bring yourself to talk about it.

He was patient, you told him several times that he was a saint. Regardless, before you started with the sessions, he explained to your dad that he didn't really do this; therapy really wasn't his strong suit, but for a friend, a desperate one, he would gladly do it.

Your dad came to him, offering a big stack of money if he would talk to his little girl, make her recover her once joyful personality, like you had one to begin with. Jonathan really couldn't say no, and not really because of the money, he had other reasons in mind, unethical reasons.

And there you were now. You were quick to open up to him, eager to talk, to be listened and he, on the other hand, was ready to listen, to give you advice, console you and help you get through the sorrow that was following you since you were young, playing the role of your knight in shinning armor.

"I can't believe you don't actually do this" you said once, sniffling your nose with a handkerchief he gave you as he examined you with a warm gaze, an empathetic grin on his face. "You're really helping me"

Jonathan was quick to wave his hand and tell you that it wasn't a big deal, that he was just doing his job, and if you weren't so innocent, so stupid, you would have noticed the mischievous sparkle that flickered in his eyes for a split second.

You were landing right in the palm of his hand.

Not even thirty minutes into the first session you told him everything about your past; every little thing you thought he needed to know to treat you. And you were slightly right; he did need to know those things, but not to treat you, just to manipulate you and mold your little brain into what he was envisioning for you and your future together.

Truth was, you hated everything about your life, regardless of the fact that you had everything. That's what you've been told since you were a child; a big house, a lot of money, maids taking care of you so you wouldn't have to move a finger and just sit pretty and relax inside the walls of the huge mansion that confined you since you could recall.

You have everything. That was bullshit.

Sometimes, you couldn't help but think that people told you that out of pity, like they knew how miserable you felt, but not daring to say a word about it. Your dad was a powerful man, and you were aware of that, ever since you were born, he had bussines with Falcone and you knew that people feared him, he practically ruled Gotham, that lifeless and dangerous city that you had to live in.

You have everything. You were tired of that sentence. You didn't care at all about these nice things surrounding you, those dresses in your closet, those diamonds in your jeweler, that fancy car you owned since your eighteenth birthday, no, that was useless in your eyes, because all you really wanted, was love.

It was a lonely life; you learned how to do everything by yourself, how to comb your hair, how to deal with your period when it first came, how to dress up properly and do your makeup. You didn't even had to learn about boy problems because there weren't any boys in your life, you were homeschooled. So you were quiet, not really having to talk at all, there was nobody to talk to.

And since Jonathan was the only person you were talking to at the moment, you started to feel like you loved him, the idea sitting right with you without you even knowing it, thinking that this was how therapy normally went.

Loneliness striked your life at a young age; your mother died from a strange disease when you were eight, leaving you with a shattered heart thad bled everytime you walked past her bedroom, or saw a picture of her. You practically watched her die, a witness of how she lost her strength, how her once beautiful skin turned pale and yellow, and lost every little spark within herself, and the worst part was that all the money you had, couldn't even help her.

It was a deep wound that you carried with yourself, with nobody to talk about it.

Your father spent his days locked up in his office, and when he wasn't there, he was out in the city doing unthinkable things that you didn't even wanted to know about, leaving you on your own, having to fill all of those silent and empty rooms by yourself, with nobody to laugh with, nobody to hold you and see you grow. He wasn't really around, working all the time, too busy to know that his daughter didn't seem to care about all the expensive stuff he bought for her, not even taking the time to have dinner with you or hold a simple conversation. He loved you, you knew that, he just wasn't the type to show his affection with words or actions, but with gifts. And you hated everything about it.

But now, Jonathan was there, making you feel listened, finally saving you from falling into loneliness again. Your whole life, you thought you had a horrible sickness, that you were doomed to this awful destiny of sorrow and silence, but now, with his sweet words and good company, you couldn't be more than relieved.

You wished sometimes that you met him earlier, that this whole therapy stuff started before, and you even confessed it to him. And it irked him a little, that you didn't even remember how you two really met each other, hiding his annoyance with a warm smile.

Some months ago, your father started to brought you to parties he attended, parties were all the corrupts scumbags from Gotham reunited and celebrated how they were dragging the city to the gates of hell on their benefit, and you couldn't be more happy to attend them. You knew he was bringing you because he recently broke up with the young girl he carried with him— that was most likely your age, and needed a pretty thing to hang of his arm and take care of the people he didn't feel like talking to.

So you accepted this new life, eating up this role of socialite like it was made for you.

It was a chance to know people, to speak and make new friends, but you learned quickly that those people weren't there for that, and picked up on how mostly of the people who talked to you just wanted to climb up the social ladder and gain some extra points from your father.

He, even, introduced you to a couple of people that seemed close to your age, and you chatted with them, feeling extremely anxious because you weren't used to this, so it was weird to them seeing such a pretty woman, with your status and fortune, acting so shy and quiet in a place that your dad practically owned.

After a couple of hours, you learned the agenda. All you had to do was put on a fake smile, get them off your father's shoulders and pretend you were very interested in what they had to say, hiding your uncomfortable expression behind your glass of champagne, promising them that you would arrange a reunion with your father someday.

One of those nights, your father introduced you to someone, someone who you didn't pay much attention because he seemed to be uninterested too, only being there for the sake of his job.

"Pretty girl, come here" your father said, a cheerful tone of voice as grabbed you by the shoulder to get your attention, snapping you out of your train of thoughts. "I want you to meet my friend, Doctor Crane"

You looked at the man in front of your dad, his pale blue eyes already sizing you up discretely, looking at you up and down in a way that didn't go unnoticed by you, a shiver running down your spine as his eyes finally locked with yours.

You couldn't help but feel small under his gaze, your glass now forgotten in your left hand, the right one extended to take his and stretch it for a quick second, returning to your first position, his expression remaining serious.

"Nice to meet you" he spoke, his voice sounding like velvet in your eyes, not quite sensing the undertone behind it. "Your father told me wonders about you"

You grin, the irony of that sentence making you laugh a little, what wonders could your father know about you? But you kept your composure, the conversation not going any further, and you forgot about him fast enough, when in another of those annoying parties you met the love of your life — or so you thought.

That same night, when you went back home, you were thinking about spending the rest of your life with some guy that flirted with you at the bar, and Jonathan, prayed to whatever thing listening to him up there, that crossed your path with his again.

He practically obsessed with you, because it felt right. You were young, beautiful, wealthy and had a last name that could open even more doors for him, getting tired of saving Falcone's man of going to jail; you were an opportunity, tied to a nice pair of legs.

After a few weeks of stalking, it kinda broke his heart that naive as he expected you, you got married to the guy from the party; he told you then his name was Lewis, and now you doubted it that was even true.

You were finally going to get what you always wished for, a family, love. And it was perfect. Everything was perfect.

It was a dream that you were living in. A dream that shattered in front of you no longer than three months after.

After you contracted married with this man, you took care of the house, now learning all of these housewife duties that you didn't know anything about, but making your best effort to please him, to be the perfect woman ever created, departing from your old life and habits and adjusting them to his own.

You couldn't be more happy, regardless of your bad cooking, the bad-swiped floor and the half-done bed that welcomed you both every night, you finally had love.

It lasted three months. Your wholesome real life fantasy of a marriage destroyed when you found out, accidentally, that this man was just an employee of your dad, willing to get a promotion if he married you. At that moment, you didn't know who you hated more, if the bastard, or your dad who was literally bribing the bastard to love you.

But your dad only wanted to make you happy, tho.

You were embarrassed, not quite sure of how to tell this to Jonathan, because after all, he was there for you, just for the money your dad was paying him. Your cursed the day your dad became rich, because all of it was making you miserable and it felt like it wasn't going to stop.

At this point, a feeling of despite against you was growing within Jonathan, after a few weeks treating you, he quickly remembered why he didn’t chose this path of career, but remembering that he was there because of a major reason; a reason more important than your helpless cries for attention.

He was sick of you, all you ever did was complain in the commodity of your million dollar house, unaware that there were more important problems in the world. It isn’t completely your fault, Jonathan thought one day, you were just an ungrateful brat, and his work was to tame you, and he planned to do just that today.

"So," he startled you, narrowing his eyebrows, an expression in his face that you could only understand as concern. "remember, if you don't speak, I can't help you".

You chuckle and shift your weight in the chair, immediately feeling your eyes fill up with tears as you confronted the fact that you had to speak about it, right now. He was quick to offer you his handkerchief, as he always did and with shaky hands you took it, sniffling onto it, closing your eyes as you felt your whole body shake with each one of your cries.

You felt Jonathan put his hand on your knee, softy caressing the skin that his thumb could reach, opening your eyes and looking at his, Jonathan welcoming you with a pitying look. You put the tissue aside, both him being so close and his scent impregnated on the piece of fabric making you feel a little giddy, a little confused.

Why was your heart racing so much? He was your therapist, here to talk about your former husband.

Jonathan couldn't help but grin a little, knowing he was maybe breaking a rule here, touching you like this, being so close. He couldn't care less, after all, he wasn't here listening to you cry and bitch about your whole life for the sake of your well-being. He was here because he wanted you to break and get on your knees to him. Figuratively and literally.

"It's so embarrassing" you struggled to spit out "He didn't even love me, Doctor"

He hummed, dragging his chair so he was a little closer to you, you looked at him through your teary lashes and tried to keep it together, this wasn't the first time you cried in front of him, but the reason itself was enough to make you feel full of shame.

He didn't say anything, this being a motivation for you to continue.

"My dad was paying him" you murmured, cleaning the mascara off your cheeks. "It was all a lie"

The whole situation was absurd, what happened to you still felt like a sick joke they were playing on you, your dad and Lewis, probably waiting for the perfect moment to tell you the truth.

But that wasn't going to happen, right now the only thing that felt true to you was Jonathan. He set you up to that, and you blindly fell on his silly trap.

"Poor thing" he cooed you, moving his hand a little further up your thigh, noticing the goosebumps on your skin. A mastermind, that's how he felt. "How could they?"

That was all the mendacity he fed you with since you started seeing him, making you believe he was actually empathizing with you, full of loathe against everyone who hurt you, who dared to leave you alone, but now he was there, his task being to pretend to care.

"It's pathetic" you blurted out, leaning into his touch when his prying hand went up to your cheek. You really couldn't say anything more, crying against his hand like it was something you did every monday morning. "I'm so sad. I don't know what to do"

He shook his face, your eyes meeting his with a confused expression, black stained tears dropping on your lap and wetting his hand before he returned it and looked over his clipboard, pretending to think.

You were so vulnerable, ready for him to destroy. He finally got you where he wanted. He then explained you that you were so sad that it made you unaware of a lot of things, blinded by your own pity against yourself that every door that opened, you closed. It all came down to a thing; you needed a diagnosis.

He gave you a moment to process the information, ready to continue with his plan.

"Actually," he started, his tone now more firm, more strict, the one he used when you were approaching the end of the session. On the last one, he recommended you to touch yourself, to liberate oxytocin on your brain or something you really didn't understood.

It was almost evil from his side, he knew that your only thought while doing it would he him ordering you to do so.

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of such awful news, Y/N" he stated, making your heart skip a beat. "But I think you're sick"

You nearly gasped, the air got stuck in your throat, more tears gathering in your eyes. You lifted one of your hands to your chest, a million thoughts crossing your head as Jonathan's clever eyes examined your expression.

Bingo.

"Sick" you repeated after a moment, almost like you were making peace with the revelation. "How sick?"

It was an innocent question, your tone of voice shaking as your inferior lip trembled, holding it with your teeth in an attempt to not burst into tears again, your whole body feeling like it was going to break into a million peaces by how much you were shaking in the couch.

Jonathan was quick, standing from the chair he was on and taking a seat by your side, his hand swiftly placing in your knee. You looked at him confused, he never got this close, maybe your sickness was serious.

"What am I, Doctor?" you whispered, your eyes showing him a hint of fear that made him finally lose all his faked professionalism. "Depressed? Crazy?"

Both of you were dying of anticipation now; meanwhile you feared that you were going to get admitted to Arkham, Jonathan was seeing the golden ticket to the best future he could ever achieve, and all thanks to you.

"Oh, no, no" he purred, his hand making its way up to your thigh. "You're sick, not crazy"

You parted your lips as his hand moved more further, not really sure of what was happening, not daring to stop him, too scared of your mental health to think about anything else, not helping the way your legs started to part too.

A sudden gasp left your lips as his hand squeezed your tight, a smile you never saw on him appearing on his face. The crying stopped a moment ago, the surprise of having him so close making you go a little numb.

"I know what a girl like you needs" he said, almost sternly, like his hand wasn't centimeters away from your panties.

Was in that moment, that you knew this wasn’t about therapy anymore.

"You think so?" you whispered, your voice still shaky, but now for a whole different reason. "And what is it, Doctor?"

"To be fucked stupid"

It almost shocked you how he said that as it was a normal diagnosis, like he gave you a name of a medicine you could go and buy at any drugstore in town. You gulped and didn't move when his grip tightened on your leg, your face growing red.

A loud gasp escaped your lips when at your lack of response, Jonathan grabbed you hard by the jaw and forced you to look at him. Your eyes glistened with nothing but fear, your brows narrowing as you mumbled something that he really couldn't understand, and it wasn't like he wanted to.

"You're sick, Y/N" he repeated, more harshly this time, his hand moving your head as he spoke. "And I'm going to cure you"

He let go of your face to clasp his lips against yours, a kiss very far away from sweet, his mouth moving roughly against yours. You never had been kissed like this, so you tried to play it along, trying to show him some of the love you felt for him, that you thought you owed him.

But he didn't care if you felt loved during the kiss, trying to assert the dominance he held upon you, his hand now holding firmly the back of you neck to prevent you from pulling away.

It was a mess; your teeth clashed, drool was dripping from your chin as his tongue explored every space of your mouth, not leaving anywhere of it untouched. Your movements were a little stiff, unsure of what to do, trying to provide the sweetness that he lacked.

His hand moved to your the front of your neck and squeezed it a little, making you yelp in surprise, the sound muffled by his mouth. You tried to get away from the kiss, confused about his rough actions against you, a little scared of him even, almost like you didn’t trust him every little part of your brain in this same couch for the last couple of months.

But then it clicked on your foggy brain, he knew you, perfectly— you only knew his name, you didn’t know what this man was capable of.

You could only move a few centimeters away from his hungry mouth, your lips parted as tears welled in your eyes from the pressure he was applying to your neck.

“Stop” you managed to stutter, your breath mixing with his. “I can’t- breathe”

You doubted that he listened to you, your voice not coming out of your throat at all and getting stuck in your larynx, your voice-box completely muffled by his strong grip.

“Shut up, brat” he spitted, his tone sounding full of abhor, your eyes wide open as you felt the air leaving your body and your lungs starting to burn. “Always getting what you want”

You weakly placed one of your hands around his wrist, another attempt of gasp elicited from your agape mouth as he lifted his other hand and choked you with both, something in your dizzy mind telling you that he was possessed.

“Crying all the time- complaining” he continued, not caring if you were listening, the suffocation being to much to bare now. “So selfish”

And maybe he was.

Your brain was filled with fear, wondering how it all went from a kiss to this— almost getting killed by your therapist in your couch. You opened your eyes to meet his, feeling like your chest was on fire as there wasn’t any air flowing in, seeing how the blue of Jonathan’s eyes has darkened and his lips were parted as well, the muscles of his jaw twitching as he choked you to death.

Your eyebrows narrowed together in terror as you noticed that familiar tingly sensation in your lower belly and your thighs clenching together. Maybe it was something about him exercising this power over you, how you felt so feeble under his touch, that was probably leaving bruises on your neck for you to carry and show around what he was making you do it.

You didn’t have enough time to think about it, you were practically dying.

“And you are enjoying this?” he said with an amused tone, probably noticing how your thighs fragily contracted against one another.

You felt yourself slowly lose your consciousness when finally the relief came and the air started to flow again to your desperate lungs, taking long and loud puffs of air when his hand let go of your neck. Your erratic breath was interrupted by a loud moan that escaped you when Crane yanked you by your hair and shoved you to the floor.

He was quick yo position you between his legs, looking at you through his unfixed glasses, giving you a twisted smile that made you quiver in fear, that growing wet patch on your panties making you feel like a really sick girl.

“Doctor-” you mumbled, closing your eyes as he pulled your hair, withdrawing a mewl off your mouth. “Hurts”

“You talk when I tell you to talk” he snickered, adjusting the way his fingers gripped your hair. You thought that he might just pull out the strand he was tugging. “I’m sick of your whining”

You felt more tears well up in your eyes; not sure if it was from the pain in your head or how his words felt like a knife that landed right on your heart. You were confused, sad, angry— a little hot, too.

“I pay you yo listen to me” you said, your voice so shaky you were lucky he could understand you. You wished he didn’t understand you.

Another sort of moan left your lips as a hard slap made a landing in your cheek, your face turned to the side because of the impact. You closed your eyes in disbelief, a cry coming out as you felt helpless, wondering if this was some exposure therapy he was experimenting on you.

He repeated himself, instructing you to talk only when you were told so, nodding in defeat as you accepted whatever this was and continued to play along with Jonathan’s sick fantasy of controlling you, without even knowing it.

You looked at him with nothing but inquietude, the look in his eyes giving you the foreboding that nothing good was about to happen now, frightened of what we would do to you.

He didn’t show any hints of letting go of your hair anytime soon, just holding it firmly to keep you looking at him through your heavy lashes, a wicked grin on his smug face.

“Let’s give that whining mouth of yours a good use” he said, and you gulped, understanding what he wanted and quivering in fear, not really understanding why the sticky sensation between your legs grew.

“Undo my pants” he commanded, and you stayed still, your eyes not leaving his even when another slap landed on your tear-wet face. “Do as you’re told, brat. This might be your only cure”

You couldn’t help but sob a little, his tone sounding so definitive, so professional. Your trembling hands reached his belt and unbuckling it ungracefully, taking longer than he expected, you heard him chuckle as you unbuttoned his pants afterwards, then putting your hands back in front of your lap.

“C’mon” he pulled your hair again, causing you to moan in pain. “Don’t make me tell you what to do”

You looked at him again in nothing but shame, trying to resist to this humiliating request of his, but complying it anyways. He said he was going to cure you, but now you doubted it, right now, you only wanted this to be over.

With a last look at his eyes you returned your attention to the growing bulge in his slacks, the shame in your brain being present at all times, not quite helping the way your eyes were fixated on his clothed member. You were quick to free him out after your staring earned you a other harsh pull of hair, your lips turned into a line when his cock slapped his abdomen, causing his dress shirt to wrinkle a little.

“Go on, Y/N” he encouraged you, as you looked at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him for mercy, knowing that even if you screamed it at him, he just wouldn’t listen. “This isn’t about what you want, anymore. Is about what you need”

A tear slid from your eyes and disappeared down your cheek when his free hand placed the tip of his hard cock on your parted lips, gesturing you to take it and not waste more of his time— more than you already did.

“Open up, whore” he said under his breath, using your hair as a device to move your head and help you shove his length down your throat. You complied, the tears in your eyes now soaking in you cheeks by the effort that you were making trying to welcome his thick shaft down your mouth.

You were sure you scratched him with your teeth a few times as he bobbed your head up and down with his strong hand, manhandling you without care for his own pleasure. You placed your hands on his knees, trying not to gag, but when his tip touched the bottom of your throat, you couldn’t help it.

You cried as you felt suffocated again, now for a whole different reason, a more humiliating one, and you almost wished he killed you then. His hips buckled everytime your lips reached the base of his cock, the room filled with the sounds of your mouth and saliva coating his shaft and the soft moans that came out of his poisoned lips.

“Take it, whore” he said, his voice now husky and distorted by the pleasure, the pain that your teeth accidentally inflicted on him turning him even more. “God- you are horrible at this”

He chuckled between heavy breaths, pulling you by the hair and releasing his cock from your mouth, a vulgar pop filling both of your ears at the sudden separation of your lips and his member. Your eyes looked at the floor, feeling such a shame that the mere thought of meeting his face with your fearful face made you cringe, the pulsating pain on the back of your head making you dizzy.

“You can’t suck dick properly” he said, his tone sounding like he was making fun of you. “No wonder why your husband left you. You’re just pathetic”

You finally rose up your face to look at that insufferable smile of his, ignoring the way his cock was still hanging there in front of you, almost brushing your nose. His fingers finally untangled from your hair and giving you some sort of solace, the consolation that this traumatic session was over.

Maybe the remedy was worse than the sickness itself.

“Jonathan, stop it, plea-”

Your imploration was completely ignored, followed by another slap on your wet cheek that made you cry even more, not understanding how this man could’ve been the same one who made you felt loved and finally listened. You fell for a lie once again.

“Get on the couch” he simply said, his words were like a bucket of cold water fell on you. “Stop the bitching, don’t want to hear it”

“And I’m your doctor. Not Jonathan” he reminded you, making you feel even more ashamed.

You did as he told, again, half-standing from the floor and sitting next to him, trying to take as much space from him as you could before he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer, your face growing red as his face was now centimeters away from yours.

“You look so beautiful when you cry” he whispered, caressing your face but trying to nor wipe the tears away, almost like he was admiring you. It made you melt into his touch, glad that his kind demeanor was there again. Even if his words made you cringe— and the fact that his cock was still out, you felt your heart grew warmer by the way he tenderly touched you.

It didn’t last much longer, when his lips twitched into a malicious smile and went down to nibble your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses around the bruised skin and bitting where his fingers hurt you previously, making your fingers wrap on his hair and cry for mercy, trying for him to stop hurting you this much.

“Shut up, stupid brat” he repeated that same insult, making you swallow your cries, closing your eyes in disbelief as he continued to injure your already suffering skin.

You arched your back in surprise when all of the sudden his hands reached for your breasts, groping your tits like his life depending on it, stimulating you through the fabric of your shirt, but all you felt was fear and anger, impotence flowing through your veins because you just couldn’t scream and push him away, fear was freezing you on the spot.

The worst part? You maybe didn’t wanted to push him away. Because maybe if he gets what he wants now you would be cured and he’ll be back to normal, returning you the sweet Doctor Crane that you met once, not this monster that was groping you like a piece of meat.

He clicked his tongue and dropped both of his hands to spread your legs open, forcing your back to drop onto the hand rester of the couch. You looked at him with big eyes, your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest and scream to Jonathan that enough was enough, you just couldn’t take any of this anymore.

But your heart stayed there, between your lungs that seemed incapable to hold any air, making your breathing erratic. So nobody screamed Jonathan to stop, and he continued with his profanation against your persona— your dignity.

He bit his lip at the sight of your fucked-up face, your legs open as it showed him the dark patch on your baby blue panties, darting his eyes from your half-exposed crotch to your teary eyes.

“God, keep crying and I might come now” he growled, lowering his face to meet your pussy, kissing it through your underwear, making you mewl, closing your eyes at the sudden attention your core was getting.

You felt embarrassed at how much you enjoyed when he moved the fabric to the side and started making out with your cunt, swallowing your fluids like a starved man.

“So wet” he mumbled against your labia, the vibration making your eyes roll back, bitting your lip to prevent any moan to come out; he was raping you, why did he make you enjoy it? “I bet you like this, to be treated like a whore”

You shook your head, more tears falling out of your eyes as you felt nothing else but humiliation, pleasure washing over your body everytime his tongue brushed your clit, your back arched against nothing.

“You like it?” he said, finally pulling out and pushing his body up so his face was in front of yours, his cock grazing against your now stimulated pussy, a gasp leaving your lips, a gasp that quickly turned into a hurting moan when his hand slapped you again, this time in your throbbing cunt. “Answer me”

“I- I do” you whispered, gripping his shoulders when you felt him align the head of his member with your whole, scared of how it was going to fit. You had trouble taking it when he face-fucked you, how the fuck it was going to fit down there?

“I’m going to fuck you so good” he whispered between pants, jerking himself off before entering you. “You’re going to forget that pathetic husband of yours”

You couldn’t help but cry, trying to push him off by the shoulders, a terrified look on your face. “It won’t fit, Doctor” you pleaded, a crooked grin on his face as you keep on calling him that. “I beg you, don’t-”

“Yes, beg me” he said, starting to push his member inside you with a slow but relentlessly pace, not giving you enough time to adjust, just to scream and hit him weakly on the chest, face and shoulders before ge grabbed your hands and pinned them down, on the sides of your body. “I’m going to cure you- do you so good”

His voice was low, as he barely could speak when he felt just how tight you were, your walls hugging his cock just the right way, his pulsating head making your mind dizzy, the stinging pain starting to be forgotten.

But when he slid out and entered back it, the hardness of his movement made your insides burn with pain, a loud cry echoing in the walls of the living room as he started to trust into your pussy with a fast pace, not caring at all if you felt good.

He snapped his hips against yours with an animalistic force, growls escaped from his mouth every time his cock was welcomed by the warmth of your stretch whole, the sensation making him go even more feral, making you cry more.

He let go of one of your hands and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at his eyes as he fucked you vigorously, the blue on his iris not existent anymore, only his widely dilated pupils meeting yours, your blurred vision distinguishing the depraved expression in his face.

“You- so tight” he snarled, his voice barely audible, covered by the sound of skin slapping and your loud cries. “I bet your stupid husband didn’t fuck you like this”

You felt nothing but shame as you felt his cock now sliding in and out more easily, the wetness of your cunt growing as he spoke to you like that, that familiar heat flourishing in your lower belly as his words degraded you, your cries quickly becoming moans.

“This was all you needed- fuck” he said, his spit splashing your face as he talked, his words full of disdain. “A good dick, that’s all it takes to keep bitches like you quiet” You nodded, thinking that if you agreed he would stop. How wrong you were.

In a quick movement Jonathan took his cock out and spun you around, not giving you time to get on your ass up by laying your chest down before he stabbed your hole again, pushing your skirt all the way up to see how his pelvis came into collision with your ass.

You were moaning like a bitch in heat now, sure that the maids were listening, not really caring about it anymore. Jonathan was fucking you nice and hard, your mouth wide open as his tip brushed your cervix, screaming to him to keep it right there.

“I’m close” he said, pulling your hair back to press his chest to your back, his other hand going down to play with your swollen clit, wanting your to come around his cock like the slut he knew you were. “Come with me, you whore”

“Yes” you moaned, your tongue out as his cock hit the right spots, making your hips to move against his, grinding against his hand and dick, feeling your wetness drip down to your thighs. “Yes, yes, I want to”

He laughed, approaching your ear with his tongue to bite it, leaving a long and wet kiss underneath it that made you grow hotter, your eyes closed as you let him use you; the only thought in your mind being him and his wonder-working cock.

Truth was, he was fucking you stiffly, every slam of his hips stronger than the last one, but you were so deprived of touch, so dick-starved, that even if Jonathan was fucking you like a lifeless doll, only for the sake of his pleasure, you loved it, even when it hurt you.

“I’m going to fill you up” he said against your ear, his hand leaving your clit unattended as he grabbed your hip to increase the velocity of his thrusts, ramming your hole like a demented man, making your head drop against his shoulder and scream at the ceiling, now knowing what he meant by curing you.

“Going to get you pregnant” he said, more to himself than anything “so you don’t have to bitch about being alone anymore”

You opened your eyes with terror, you didn’t want children, you were so young. The idea made you frightened, the moaning now sounding like little nos and pull outs, but Jonathan didn’t listen.

“Doctor please, please, pull out” you pleaded, reaching for his hips and trying to push him away, one of his hands slapping your ass and pulling you down by your shoulder blade so you wouldn’t fight anymore. “Doctor Crane please”

“I will fucking fill you up, Y/N” he chanted, laughing at the idea of your round belly and your swollen tits, carrying his baby all day and feeling all worked up and needy all day, only waiting for him to fuck you all day. “You won’t be alone again. You won’t be sad again”

Then you realized it.

When he came, your hot walls creamed every single drop of his cum, making his thrusts sloppy and slow, his moans filling your ears as you sobbed under his touch, feeling his seed paint your walls and load your insides with his sperm.

That was your cure.

His hot release that now flooded inside your leaking cunt, that was your so-promised antidote. He took away your solitude by giving you his and yours firstborn, a bastard baby that would give you the company that you lacked.

You felt him chuckle as he rode out his high, the chase of his own climax made you forget yours, so now there you were, your swollen cunt looking for its release while his rested among your insides calmly, like it was meant to be.

He didn’t pull out immediately, taking his time to appreciate the sight of your skirt resting in your hips all rolled up, your bruised neck and messy hair, the way your ass was exposed to him by the way he had you arching your back. All for him— for him to wreck.

He pulled out and rolled his eyes when you started crying, now being annoying instead of hot. You sat on the couch and saw him button his pants and fix his hair, hissing when you felt nothing but pain growing in your worn-out pussy. You explained through your weak voice how he ruined your life, that he was the worst person you’ve ever met and that now you had to carry the product of his sick and twisted rapist-fantasy, even tried to hit him, but your pathetic tantrum only gained you another slap in the face, and a stern look.

When he tried to stand up and leave, you grabbed him by the wrist and begged him not to, he couldn’t just leave you, not now, not ever.

“Don’t be so ungrateful” he said, a smile that made you feel nothing but trepidation in his face. “You’ll never be alone again”

You couldn’t help but feel scared. Scared of him, of what just happened, of what’s going to happen next, scared for your future son with this evil specie of a man.

When you continued to cry, and he pulled you for a hug as he assured you that he would never leave you; and how could he? He had a long life of success waiting for him now, giving a girl of your status his last name, his children. Oh, it’s going to be wonderful, he just needed to tame you and make you the perfect slave for him, and that wasn’t going to be hard.

You were sure that you’ll never be loved, but at least now Jonathan was going to be with you. You’ll never be alone again.

thanks for reading. w/love, fenina;)

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[galaxywolves1012]

With all due respect, my dear racists, which is none,

Leah Jeffries was chosen for the role of Annabeth Chase (and this decision was approved by the author of the series himself, might I remind you) because she is talented and has worked hard to get there, not simply because she is Black and they're just trying to tick a diversity box. If you'd rather have a white actor, even if she can't do as good a job, go somewhere else; there are plenty of terrible Netflix shows out there for you to indulge in. Case closed.

Pro tip: if it doesn't float your boat, don't set sail. (Unless you want to sink, of course, which I wouldn't mind that much, actually!)

Here are a few guidelines on how to repress your inner urges, if you're finding it hard to resist making racist comments:

- Don't watch the show.

- Block Rick Riordan and stop buying his works.

- Click "not interested" on every video related to this series.

- Forget about it and go on with your life.

BONUS TIPS FOR ACHIEVING MAXIMUM UN-RACISM:

- Quit Twitter.

- Get yourself a little thing called a life.

Thank you for always being our unwelcome house guests, lovely racists who think you're not. Please, by all means, continue making our lives miserable, but if you want to actually do something with your own, then maybe you should cease your daily activities of making the world worse and worse with each coming day and move out of your mom's basement. Goodbye, and please have the day you deserve. :)

(Disclaimer: no racists were harmed in the making of this post, though I wish they were.)

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[ilongfor-the-arts]

Hi! I love your stories and I was wondering if you can do a Slash x Girl!Y/N!

Slash is a substitute teacher and your a student.You get told to stay after class and he goes over how your failing but you realize how hot he is. So you trick him into fucking you right there on the desk at school.

Can you also do a Daddy Kink and spanking?

Thanks! <3

Hot for Teacher

Pairing: Teacher Slash x college fem! Reader

Warnings: spanking, language, unprotected sex, daddy kink, sleeping with teacher, mild hair pulling

Summary: *in req*

Word Count: 3.2k

The first time I saw him I instantly thought “there’s no way in fucking hell this guy is a substitute teacher.” Substitute teachers are most definitely not drop dead gorgeous men with fantastic long hair and a penchant for electric guitars. Those jobs are reserved for boring, senile old men on their third divorce or for women who have no idea what to do with their miserable lives. At the very least, having a hot substitute teacher made the boring and mundane college years bearable.

“Y/N? What’d you get for number ten on the homework last night?”

My stomach flipped.

“Shit. I’m sorry, I completely forgot there was homework assigned.”

Despite what the teacher may believe, I did try to stay on top of my work. The key word in that sentence was “try”, because typically I would fall behind due to a multitude of reasons.

My friend sighed deeply.

“Y/N, I hate to sound like a total parent, but you gotta get your life together. C’s get degrees Y/N, F’s don't.”

I groaned, the lecture hall quickly filling with mingling students.

“I know, I know.”

“Welcome everyone!”

The substitute teacher’s booming voice filled the room.

“Take a seat and we’ll get started shortly.”

He liked control. He liked control of his classroom, control of his students, and, perhaps, control of-

“Y/N! You're staring!”

I was startled from my stupor.

“Whoops.”

I said, awkwardly laughing to diminish any concerns. My friend wasn’t having it. She leaned into me, dropping her voice to a whisper.

“Look Y/N, I wouldn’t judge you if you told me you wanted to fuck the hot substitute teacher.”

I recoiled, pretending to be disgusted.

“What?! Hell no!”

My friend put a finger to her lips.

“Sh! You’re being so loud!”

I slapped a hand over my mouth.

“Alright class! Let’s begin.”

And with that, class began. It felt long, longer than usual. It was annoying to have an absolute hunk in front of me and not be able to do anything about it because he was my substitute teacher.

He was perplexing, especially in terms of his teaching style.

He was always well-prepared, but he despised the title "professor." He even despised his own name, preferring to be addressed as Slash. He was always in command of his classroom, but he regarded deadlines as mere suggestions.

Everything about him was strange.

I shouldn’t be attracted to him.

But I was.

“Alright class, we’ll end early today. Don’t forget the homework.”

Everyone hurried to grab their belongings, including me.

“What should we do now? Should we grab coffee?”

My friend asked while I stuffed things haphazardly into my bag in order to escape the situation as soon as humanly possible.

“Sure! That sounds great!”

I agreed, a little too enthusiastically.

“Miss Y/L/N. Do you mind staying after class?”

My entire body froze.

My face grew hot.

What.

What?

What!

God I really regret sitting in the front of the class.

Why did I do that?!

It’s not like I’m a good student!

I just sit at the front so I can get a good view of my hot teacher!

My eyes drifted to Slash, who was mindlessly organizing a few piles of paper.

“Um… sure.”

Slash nodded, not bothering to meet my gaze.

“Perfect.”

He said, continuing to flick through the papers.

I turned to my friend, who just shrugged.

“Good luck.”

She said sarcastically, walking past my desk and towards the exit.

Shit.

I hadn't realized how quiet the lecture hall was until the door slammed.

Everyone was gone.

Well, besides me and Slash.

“Will you come over here please?”

He asked. His nonchalant demeanor was totally freaking me out.

I brushed a few invisible specks of dust from my skirt, taking a moment to mentally prepare myself. I stood, silently making my way towards his side of the desk.

Jesus, his side profile was phenomenal.

I gawked as he continued to flip through papers, not noticing how close I was getting to his cheek.

“Do you have any idea why I asked you to stay after class?”

Shit!

I retracted.

He turned to face me, arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh! Um… no.”

“No?”

“No.”

He was even hotter up close! I toyed with the hem of my skirt, hoping to release some of the nervous energy building within my stomach.

“Well… there’s two weeks left of school and you’re failing. I’m going to be honest, it looks like you’re destined to repeat my class next year.”

I needed extra credit.

No, I needed a fucking miracle.

There was no way in hell I was passing. I fucking hated this class and Slash was only the substitute. I wouldn’t even have the pleasure of staring at his beautiful face all day if I retook the class next year!

I gulped, lips pursed into a straight line.

“I know. I just-“

My voice trailed off into the still air.

A thought ran through my brain.

A horrible, horrible thought.

No, it wouldn’t work.

But, why not exactly?

I was of age and I thought he was drop dead gorgeous.

Sure, getting rejected would be a bummer. But I'd rather be rejected than never try.

“You just?”

Slash raised his eyebrows, beckoning me to continue. I relaxed, overcome by a sudden sense of calm.

“Do you do extra credit?”

I asked despite being aware of the answer. Slash scoffed.

“No Y/N, you know I don’t do extra credit.”

I bit my lower lip.

“Well, I was just wondering if you’d consider making an exception.”

Slash sighed, his profound chest drooping beneath his pristine white dress shirt.

“I would. But you know how it is. If I make an exception for you then I have to make an exception for every other student.”

“I won’t tell.”

I took a slow, drawn out step towards his tall figure.

“I’m very good at keeping a secret.”

I lowered my voice, giving my words a seductive undertone. Slash clenched his teeth, muscles bulging from his powerful jawline.

He was catching on to my motivations.

“Especially dirty ones.”

I took another step forward until our faces were mere inches apart.

“Y/N…”

His voice trailed off, soft eyes falling to my lips before returning to my searing gaze.

The mood shifted.

“I can’t-“

“Can’t or won’t?”

Slash gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing along the length of his delectably thick neck. He struggled to maintain eye contact. His gaze darted around the room, landing on every perceptible object except my prominent face.

“Shouldn't…”

His voice was barely above a whisper. His words delicately floated through the still air.

“Well, '' I began, “does that mean you won’t?”

Slash clenched his teeth and stared mindlessly at the ground, muscles protruding from his cheeks.

“You don’t want me to fuck you Y/N.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. I cocked my neck downwards, hoping to catch Slash's attention. But he rebuffed my advances, turning his head away from me.

“You have no idea what I want.”

Oh God, had I made a horrible mistake? I tried to sound confident but my voice wavered despite my self control.

“I know what you think you want.”

When he met my eyes, a quick shiver ran down my spine. Slash's chilling gaze contrasted sharply with his soft and pitiful eyes just moments before.

“And you shouldn’t want that.”

Jesus. Was he playing hard to get? Did he not want to fuck me and was refusing my advances in the most confusing way possible? Or was he just increasing the amount of foreplay before he inevitably fucked me over his desk?

“Why not? You’re young, extremely attractive, and just my type.”

Slash’s gaze was crushing, his subtle micro expressions leading me to believe his mind was turning with possibilities.

“I was the lead guitarist of a rock n roll band for years. I’m no nice guy. I’m no walk in the fucking park. The only reason I have this job is because I fucked that little whore dean.”

Oh shit.

I took an unintentional step back, my arms tightening in front of my body. My sensual demeanor had vanished in the heat of the moment. God, if he wanted to fuck me he should just fuck me becuase there’s no way in hell I can be the instigator.

“Are you really gettin’ all shy on me now?”

I gulped audibly.

“No. I was just taken aback.”

“Hm.”

He hummed teasingly through a closed mouth.

“So…”

The air was still. The clock ticked incessantly.

“Are you gonna come over here or are you gonna make me come over there?”

I hung my head, noticing the surprisingly large gap between our feet. Jesus, when did I put this much space between us?

“Alright, I guess you’re gonna make me come over there.”

I raised my head to hopefully meet his lustful eyes, but Slash was already ten steps ahead of me. By the time my gaze landed on the empty space where he once stood, his hands were gripping my clothed hips from behind. He spun me around, the breath catching in my throat as he slammed my pelvis into the desk. I groaned softly, a jolt of pain shooting through my hips before quickly dulling to low throb.

Jesus, we’re moving fast.

Involuntarily, my torso jerked forward, elbows flying forward to break my fall. Slash's calloused fingertips trailed beneath the hem of my pencil skirt. The light, almost nonexistent touches gradually brought the gravity of the situation to the forefront of my mind. My face suddenly grew hot, the excess heat pooling between my thighs.

His hands continued to caress my backside, every once in a while teasing my clothed core. But, he wasn’t doing anything drastic. By the way he threw me around I assumed he wanted a quickie.

I cocked my head over my shoulder. Slash seemed unusually calm. As he hiked my skirt up even higher, his cool eyes glazed over the newly exposed skin.

“Slash?”

Slash grunted disapprovingly.

“Call me something else.”

He demanded. I chuckled. Alright, I’ll bite.

“Professor?”

I asked playfully, tucking my lower lip under my top teeth. Slash shook his head slowly.

Shit. My playful smile faded.

“Daddy?”

Slash chuckled, a faint smile playing on the corner of his mouth.

“I like that.”

His voice dropped, his tone now deliciously low and raspy. My lower abdomen pulsed. I shifted my hips, a low groan erupting from the back of my throat as my clothed core brushed against Slash’s semi hard cock. His pelvis was pressed against mine, pinning my lower body almost painfully against the desk.

“Say it again.”

I hung my head, my forehead pressing against the wood. My legs shuddered, and if it wasn’t for Slash’s strong body keeping me upright, I would be in a puddle on the floor.

“Daddy.”

I mumbled, barely reaching above a whisper. Slash gave a disapproving tut.

“Don’t be stupid. You know I want you to beg.”

“Beg for what?”

Slash scoffed, as if he couldn’t believe I was oblivious.

“Just put that little whore mouth to good use and I’ll show you.”

My gaze was drawn to the lecture hall's double doors. Shit, the doors weren’t locked. Anyone could walk in at any moment and see me spread on top of my hot substitute teachers desk.

“Come on baby, be good for daddy.”

Shit, right, I should be begging for… something.

“Please daddy.”

I pushed my hips backwards, pressing my clothed core against his hard cock. Slash's hands pulled away from the soft flesh of my hips. The clanking of metal could only be the result of Slash undoing his belt.

“I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep going.”

“Please give me your cock daddy. I wanna feel you inside of me.”

I bit my lower lip, wetness pooling between my thighs at the mere anticipation of feeling Slash’s allegedly thick cock pumping inside of me.

I didn't cast a glance behind me. I wanted to prolong the excruciatingly painful yet glorious anticipation as long as possible.

“Please daddy, I’m fucking aching for you.”

I spread my legs further apart, beckoning him to thrust into my wet cunt.

It’s safe to say, I was extremely taken aback when Slash spanked me.

His thick leather belt cut through the air, landing on my ass and sending fireworks of pain ricocheting throughout me. I convulsed, a strangled cry erupting from my closed throat.

“Wh-“

“You’re fucking failing this class Y/N. You didn’t really think I’d let you cum right away, did you?”

I did.

My head fell forward, forehead pressed against the wood.

“Do you think 15 would be a satisfactory punishment?”

I wanted more.

I wanted him to smack me with his rough belt until I was begging for mercy.

God, I definitely shouldn’t love getting spanked by my hot substitute teacher as much as I do.

“Don’t act like you can’t speak. I know you’re always telling your friends how much you’d love to get fucked by me.”

How did he know that?

“Yes. 15 is perfect daddy.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Slash’s free hand found my panties. In one swift motion, he tore them in half with a loud rip, exposing my bare ass for his hungry eyes. He didn't bother to waste any more time, leaving the torn strands hanging limply from my hips.

Jesus, he did that with one hand!

The belt tore through the air with a loud whoosh everytime Slash brought his hand down to spank my bare ass. My plush skin soon became hot and stung with sharp needles of pain. The blood in my body rushed to my cunt, the aching becoming increasingly more hard to ignore.

“Come on baby. I know your dirty little bitch mouth can speak.”

I had lost count of the number of spanks I had received. But I found the pain so deliciously wonderful and arousing, that I never wanted him to stop.

“Tell me you love this.”

I gulped audibly, my eyes squeezing shut as I tried to maintain what little was left of my composure.

“I fucking love this daddy. I love when you punish me.”

Slash groaned in satisfaction as he brought the belt down once more. I moaned loudly, the pleasure increasing with the growing pain.

“Why am I punishing you?”

I gasped for air, my strangled breaths accentuated by my mouth's proximity to the table.

“Because I’ve been a bad girl…”

“That’s right.”

A sharp, final jolt of pain rocketed through my tender body. I moaned, unable to prevent my noises of desire.

Slash chuckled.

“You’re such a fucking whore.”

My chest shuddered with every choked breath. I was unable to think straight, my brain cloudy.

“Please Sl-… daddy. Please daddy, I need your cock.”

Slash dipped two fingers into my wet heat, my back arching against the desk as I instinctively bucked my hips against his thick fingers.

“You’re so fucking wet for me baby and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

His calloused fingertips brushed against my g spot as he retracted his fingers from my wet cunt. I shook like a leaf, my legs on the verge of giving out and allowing my sore body to crumple helplessly to the floor.

“Please daddy, I’m aching for you… I need you.”

Slash leaned over me, pressing his strong chest flush against my back. He tangled his opposite hand in my hair, thrusting my head upwards so he could easily dip his fingers between my plush lips.

I hollow my cheeks around his thick digits, my juices coating my tongue. Slash groaned in delight.

“God that’s so fucking sexy. You’re such a good whore for daddy.”

His rock hard cock was now fully pressed against my bare ass. I shifted my pelvis, hoping to encourage him.

Slash exhaled, his tone raspy and low.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?”

I nodded my head eagerly, the suction still applied to his digits. Slash pulled his fingers from my mouth with a loud pop, reaching between our bodies to grasp his hard length while maintaining his grip on my hair. His tip prodded at my wet folds, barely applying pressure. I groaned in frustration, instinctively rolling my hips backwards.

“Please daddy I can’t fucking wait anymore.”

Slash chuckled, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. His wild locks of hair brushed against my cheek, tickling my cool skin.

“Alright baby, if that’s what you want.”

With a short yet powerful thrust, he buried his entire length inside of my wet cunt. I arched my back, Slash’s grip on my hair holding tight.

“Ah!”

I exclaimed, my walls clenching around Slash’s cock as he hurriedly began thrusting into me. His mouth connected to the skin on my neck, sucking and biting harshly to hopefully leave bright purple marks.

“Who can make you feel this good?”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as Slash’s cock found my sensitive g spot.

“You daddy, only you.”

Slash groaned in approval.

“That’s right.”

The wet slapping sounds of erotic sex reverberated around the large lecture hall. Slash was now slamming into my g spot with every merciless thrust. My body was numb, the only sensation was the glorious feeling of Slash’s cock pumping inside of my wet walls.

“God baby your pussy feels so good… so nice and tight.”

The coil within my stomach began to tighten.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.”

Slash’s labored breaths reverberated around my brain, making my thoughts cloudy.

“I am too baby… you want me to cum inside your pretty little pussy?”

I swallowed.

“Yes daddy.”

Slash’s thick cock twitched inside of me, trembling within my stretched walls.

“Let me hear you baby. I wanna hear you cum around my cock.”

I moaned softly everytime he fully buried himself within me, bringing me closer to release with every snap of his hips. My body rocked against the desk, the coil within my lower abdomen rapidly tightening until I was on the edge.

“Cum baby.”

His sultry voice sent me spiraling into an orgasm, releasing around his length with a pornographic moan. My cunt clenched around him. Slash’s grip on my hair tightened as he released his hot cum within me, coating my sensitive walls.

“Fuck baby.”

He mumbled, the rocking of his hips slowing to a halt. I came down from my orgasm, the fog clouding my brain gradually drifting away until I was able to form coherent thoughts.

Jesus.

I just fucking slept with my substitute teacher.

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[ensnapemysenses]

A Birthday Tale

Summary: Severus Snape receives a rather poorly wrapped gift for his birthday.

Warnings: Bit of depressing language from Sev (I think we all agree birthday's aren't the best days for him)

A/N: I've been really busy so I put this together last minute for Sev's birthday! It's short and not my best work, but that's fine lol

Masterlist

One of the worst days of the year was finally upon him and Severus couldn’t have been more cross. It is common for most people to celebrate their birthdays on the day of their birth, but to Severus, it had always been just another day of suffering and a reminder of yet another year in which he must continue to live his pathetic excuse of a life. How many birthdays had he even seen now? He honestly has no idea; he doesn’t really keep track of his age. After all, knowing his age would further prove his point that he had wasted his time and thrown away all of his potential.

As always, he fully expected very few to remember his birthday. He would never, ever, go around and divulge such personal information to just anyone. Normally, he would only receive a gift from Minerva and Dumbledore, and he had already opened Minerva's scarf and Dumbledore's book this morning. The somewhat messily wrapped gift that had greeted him when he returned to his office after teaching his classes this afternoon had puzzled him significantly. 

It was sitting on his desk, with no note in sight. Based on the sheer amount of extra tape on the package, the wrinkles in the 'Happy Birthday' wrapping paper, and the sloppily tied dark green bow, it appeared that the gift was wrapped by hand and by someone with little experience wrapping gifts. He huffed at the sight of it. All it did was make him even more annoyed. 

“Perhaps there’s a note inside the box,” he shrugged as he muttered the sentence under his breath. Who dared to send him, of all people, a birthday gift?

Gingerly he grasped the bow with two fingers and pulled on the ribbon to untie it. It took him a while to wrestle the wrapping paper off the gift, there was a lot of tape holding it together. To open the lid of the medium-sized brown cardboard box, Severus had to use a letter opener to remove all the tape on it. His awful mood had been greatly heightened by the gift's almost too secure wrapping, so whoever did this was doing a great job at making him even more miserable. Perhaps this was all a joke to put him in an even crabbier mood. A frustrated snarl escaped his curled lips at the thought.

A familiar mouth-watering scent escaped the box as he slowly lifted the lid to reveal a freshly made blancmange and a smaller box. His mouth fell open a bit as he removed it from the box. Who could have sent him such a tasty gift? His finger rested on his chin deep in thought as he tried to figure out who could possibly know that this was his favorite dessert.

He dismissed the thought and removed the smaller box. It was black velvet and it just looked expensive. Inside he found a set of silver earrings, chains dangling down, and one with a snake ear cuff. They were totally his style and something he would wear if he ever had the chance to leave the castle and go out. Unconsciously his hand raised to his ear and his finger rubbed the piercing hole there. Who could have noticed that he had his ears pierced? He only wore his earrings enough to keep the holes from closing up and only ever in his own chambers. Now that he thought about it, perhaps he had accidentally left them in a time or two, but his hair should have done a great job at hiding them from sight. Someone would have to look really carefully to notice them at all.

He didn’t have to ponder for too long. He glanced in the box one last time to find a wax-sealed letter in the bottom, purposefully hidden under the gifts. He took a breath and fished it out, gently opening it and pulling out the letter. His eyes skimmed over it as he read it in disbelief.

‘After overhearing Minerva talking to you about your upcoming birthday, we all piled our money together to purchase these earrings for you. You wore some when you came to check on us around curfew several times, and we thought you might like them! We also noticed how you always get seconds of blancmange when it is served in the Great Hall so we went down to the kitchens and made you some. We hope it tastes good, we made sure to follow the house elves' recipe exactly.

Happy birthday, Professor Snape! We wanted to let you know how much we appreciate you and all you do for us! You really are the best Head of House that we could ask for!

- Your Snakes xx’

It takes him a few moments to compose himself. Slytherin house really thought highly enough of him to get him a birthday gift? He can’t believe it, but the proof is right in front of him. He must do something to repay them for their generosity. Perhaps a party in the common room would suffice… surely they would enjoy that. One weekend he should surprise them with that, and maybe he could even let them stay up past curfew for it.

Severus smiles to himself, maybe, just maybe he can count on a few more gifts for his birthday from now on. Maybe birthdays don’t have to be such a bad thing.

#severus snape drabble #severus snape fic #happy birthday severus snape #happy birthday snape #snape birthday #severus snape birthday #severus snape #ensnapemysenses

[josdelusions]

Long distance;JB

about: Where Jude is long distance dating with Yn and he is very insecure and thinks he's not enough for her and that she deserves someone who can be with her since he can't because of his job.

key words: Breakup, sad, long distance relationship

Warning:this is a short imagine and it only has two parts that will be posted soon

Jude and Yn had been in a relationship for eight months, the two loved each other very much and whenever they could they enjoyed their alone time. Yn lived in London and missed Jude a lot when he had to go back to work in Germany, but she was very supportive of him and understood the whole situation very well.

At the end of their vacation, Jude overheard Yn talking to her mother on the phone about Jude's departure for Germany in a few days.

-Yes mom, I already miss him even before he actually travels. The holidays went by too fast and I couldn't even enjoy it with him enough, but I'll bear it. It's his job and I have to understand, even if it's painful to spend weeks away from each other. And I can't even go to Germany constantly because of college. It makes me so sad.

Jude was worried and thousands of things crossed his mind and one of them was that as much as he loved his profession, he hated the part of being away from the ones he loved the most. And he wanted Yn not to be sad that he was far away and that the longing wasn't so much, but the feeling of insecurity had already tightened Jude's chest and he started to think that his girlfriend didn't deserve to live like this, far from the one she loves. and just quench the longing in miserable days. He thought she deserved someone present and who could dedicate himself to her and make her happy and not make her cry with longing. Jude didn't think that was what Yn really deserved.

Yn soon noticed Jude's strange behavior, who spent the afternoon without silence and thoughtful, talking only what was necessary. At night, the two were in the living room watching a movie and Jude barely showed any reaction, so Yn decided to leave his paranoia aside and ask what was going on with her boyfriend.

-Jude, what happened? you didn't even talk to me properly today and you seem sad, is something going on at work? You can tell me if you want, I'm here listening to you.

-I've been thinking a little about us and I have something to tell you.

-Can you talk, what is bothering you?

-I think we should take a break from our relationship. I've thought it over and I don't think I've been a good boyfriend to you. I'm too absent and I don't think that's what you deserve. I barely got here and I'm already going to have to leave again to spend another season away from you and that hurts like hell. I don't think you want to go through that again.

-Jude, when I agreed to date you, I agreed to be with you even with your busy life away from home. Why was it always about you! I wanted to be with you and be your girlfriend no matter if it has to be in London, Birmingham, Germany, Qatar or anywhere else. Of course I miss you, but you make me so happy and there aren't thousands of kilometers in the world that destroy this.

-I know but, it's something that makes me sad too. I didn't want that, but it's something that came along with my dream and I can't help it. What I can do is try not to make the people I love sad, that's why I bought a house in Germany for my family to be closer to me. But unfortunately you can't be there. Which only worries me more.

-Jude, I think you're getting too hasty. we can hold together

-Please, don't misunderstand me, I don't want to see you crying with longing and sadness because of me, I don't want to see you blow out a birthday candle without me being there to hug you and sing with you. all your friends and family can but me. Sorry, but I think it will be better for us.

continues soon

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #football #footballplayers #jude #world cup #three lions #england #sad #love #love distance #breakup

[thenexusofsouls]

How are you color coded?

NUADA

Your Result: BLACK CODED

black, a study in secrets, the soul, and a love of the unknown. you love to tell people that you're dark - something along the lines of 'i like it as dark as my soul'? or maybe you're the sort of person to believe that the only thing you can trust is the darkness, and the things that lurk within it. maybe you're the sort of person who thinks that the light obscures more than it reveals, casting more into shadow than it illuminates, trusting only the shade as a friend. you don't think anyone understands you, and maybe to an extent no one knows the depths of your soul the way that you do. but that doesn't mean you should shut the entire world out. some people love the dark just as much as you, and that vantablack inside your soul isn't frightening to them. reach out.

WADE

Your Result: RED CODED

red, a study in being in love with the thrill, the ticking of a broken clock, and hearing your heartbeat in your ears. you've become addicted to the thrill of danger and living life recklessly. you've managed to make people believe that you're untouchable, that you live life so dangerously and yet so precisely that the world revolves around you and only you. but it doesn't. it moves without you, it will continue to move when you stop, and it will always move on when you never move again. the world is uncaring. and you have to match that energy. you can't stop moving, or you'll end up dead.

NATASHA

Your Result: GREEN CODED

green, a study in living life, growth, and change. you're one of the people who often find themselves believing that anybody can be better than they are right now, should they put in the effort. you know when to quit, of course, but that tolerance is very high. you know when to put faith in the right people, but that knowledge was earned the hard way. the world is a dangerous place, and you know that. but that doesn't mean that life isn't worth living. the world is a place full of danger, of love, of wonder. you know that firsthand.

STEPHEN

Your Result: BLUE CODED

blue, a study in wisdom, belief, and knowing when enough is enough. you know yourself best, but you know the way the world works even more. you've been wandering in this world a little too long, and maybe that's the problem. you're a wanderer, a vagabond, an oracle, and a prophet all the same. who are you when the curtain call drops the last encore on you? do you dance behind the scenes for a job well done or are you already planning your next show? take a breather, for a moment. enjoy what you've done, enjoy what you have, enjoy the world that you've been wandering for so long. this world is so much better when you realize that some of it is worth living for.

TONY

Your Result: YELLOW CODED

yellow, a study in wildfires, honeycombs, and summer rain. everyone sees you smiling and laughing, happy in all the ways but the way that you know is true to you. everyone believes that nothing bad could happen to you, that you live life so freely that you'd never miss a beat, even if something bad DID happen to happen around or to you. but you're as miserable as the rest of them. you might be warm and gentle, when you need to be, but at the end of the day, you have long since accepted that fire is like you: best to be admired but never touched.

LUKE (CARL LUCAS)

Your Result: PINK CODED

pink, the color of femininity, believing in yourself, and embracing the side of you that you used to reject. you aren't someone who likes to hide, but you do all the time. you don't like yourself nearly as much as you may present, one way or another. you think of yourself as a hollow castaway of someone's little matryoshka doll, or worse, something broken and thrown away. you want to believe that there's more to life, to you, than this broken frame of something you have long forgotten the name of... but what are you supposed to do, after all this time?

ARYX

Your Result: BLUE CODED

blue, a study in wisdom, belief, and knowing when enough is enough. you know yourself best, but you know the way the world works even more. you've been wandering in this world a little too long, and maybe that's the problem. you're a wanderer, a vagabond, an oracle, and a prophet all the same. who are you when the curtain call drops the last encore on you? do you dance behind the scenes for a job well done or are you already planning your next show? take a breather, for a moment. enjoy what you've done, enjoy what you have, enjoy the world that you've been wandering for so long. this world is so much better when you realize that some of it is worth living for.

MICHAEL

Your Result: BLACK CODED

black, a study in secrets, the soul, and a love of the unknown. you love to tell people that you're dark - something along the lines of 'i like it as dark as my soul'? or maybe you're the sort of person to believe that the only thing you can trust is the darkness, and the things that lurk within it. maybe you're the sort of person who thinks that the light obscures more than it reveals, casting more into shadow than it illuminates, trusting only the shade as a friend. you don't think anyone understands you, and maybe to an extent no one knows the depths of your soul the way that you do. but that doesn't mean you should shut the entire world out. some people love the dark just as much as you, and that vantablack inside your soul isn't frightening to them. reach out.

tagged by: @illbringthechaosmagic tagging: Anyone who wants to do this! ^_^

#{ i am the caretaker of souls } ᵒᵒᶜ #{ about the muses }

[just-rogi]

I’m and adult and generally desensitized to the things my students say to me (because I’m good at my job) and sure my kids have said hurtful things but I can let them go, but god there are parts of this job that are just.. I don’t know? Uniquely painful and tragic?

I’m usually pretty unperturbed by homophobia because I’m a big girl, grew up in a small town, and grew a thick skin. You can’t really do nonprofit work without hearing some insane shit from people who want you dead- and I’ve been hearing it since I started volunteering at age 17. All this is to say that I’m really unphased by general homophobia.

Im not exactly waving around rainbow flags in the classroom but if the kids ask about my life I don’t lie about it and have been casually out and an ally for the queer students who just want a teacher to talk to when they feel so isolated, just to exist as a happy queer adult living my life can be a radical act for these kids who may not be able to picture a future where they can just exist as themselves. God this post is way longer than I intended,

But this is all to say that generally shit doesn’t get to me especially at my job, but I had a little boy today who ADORED me. Like this boy followed me around like a puppy and loved to show me his drawings and his homework and would literally cheer out loud whenever he found out that I was covering his class. The kids generally like me because I’m one of the young teachers and I’m not actively trying to make them miserable (low bar I know) but I’ve got a few for who I’m a definite clear favorite and this kid was one of them. Well some of my girls were asking if I had a crush on [other young male teacher] I laughed it off and said no and another student said she heard a rumor I liked girls instead and I said that’s true ((they then proceeded to ask if I have a crush on any female techers, so o appreciate the unending dedication of 13 year old girls to setting up their adult teachers lmao))

But this one male student who’s listening to all this looks horrified, like genuinely deeply personally hurt, and gets upset saying “NO! You can’t be ! why does this happen to me I really liked you” and “I thought you were a normal teacher” and I laughed it off at first thinking he was just having a dramatic moment but he kept going, repeating that he has to tell his parents now and that he’s Christian, and I very gently told him that I’m the same teacher he’s had all year and has loved- I haven’t changed because he knows something new about me, and this boy says “yeah but now I feel different about you I see you different “ repeating that his parents are Christian’s , and it is killing me- not because I’m particularly hurt by the opinion of a middle school boy, but because someone taught my sweet kind student to hate. Someone took this boy and taught him something that, in an instant, makes him no longer like his favorite teacher.

He was clearly working through something because later in class one of the kids was listening to music on YouTube (THEY SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ON YOUTUBE BTW THAT WAS NIT THE ASSIGNMENT) and this kid points at another students computer and shouts across the classroom “SHUT THAT OFF THATS SIMMER MUSIC- IT WAS MADE BY A GAY PERSON AND IM CHRISTIAN” now he’s never done anything like that, even his classmates were shocked. I don’t know if he was trying to process his feelings or if he just wanted to try hurt me or what, but it was so out of character. Just generally I’ve been trying to understand my own feelings about this situation because I still love my students and will continue to be patient with them and give them a place to grow while I’m just existing as someone comfortable in my own skin, but it still left me with a strange feeling. There are people teaching their children to hate and I can only do so much to shape a generation of kind, empathetic, good people entering the world feeling safe and loved. I love my job but sometimes it does hurt knowing how good I am at my job it will never be enough

[freedom-fighter]

day 115 - 1st march 2023

I am so Happy, so Grateful, blessed and so in Love with:

48) BIRTHDAY MONTH on turning 34 !!!!

47) For having resilience and never give up attitude despite everything

46) For the ups and downs that I face and that the Al-Mighty chose me to go through this trial.

45) Slowly going back into the routine of 3-4x of workouts !

44) To have good sleep and going subur at masjid once a weekly for now

43) Planning & execution of having a sustainable work routine for 2023 innshaaAllah yet having time for family.

42) As for point mentioned, it will be ungrateful of me if I dont put my best foot forward for the mercy, rizq and love Allah has shown us.

May Allah make it easy for me to develop the ilm, skillsets and habits to be the best version of myself. AMIN YA rabbi al amin.

41) For all the abundance reqzi Allah has bestowed us despite my shortcomings, one for the record, Wealth, health, even the greying hair is Rizq from Allah. Some scholars translate Rizq as ‘sustenance’, ‘provision’ and some call it ‘blessings’. It can also be seen as something that brings benefit or that which repels harm. Given that, it is quite difficult to encapsulate the meaning of Rizq in a single translation because Rizq is sustenance, provision, blessings and more. إِنَّ اللَّهَ هُوَ الرَّزَّاقُ ذُو الْقُوَّةِ الْمَتِينُ

“Indeed, it is Allah who is the (continual) Provider, the firm possessor of strength.”

(Surah Adh-Dhariyat, 51:58)

وَإِنَّ اللَّهَ لَهُوَ خَيْرُ الرَّازِقِينَ

 And indeed, it is Allah who is the best of providers

(Surah Al-Hajj, 22:58) "The concept of rizq is so beautiful. Even when you eat a piece of fruit, it was always written for you. From the moment it grew from a tree, it went through all these people and travelled all this way until it was in your hands. It was always meant to be yours."

ثم يرسل إليه الملك فينفخ فيه الروح، ويؤمر بأربع كلماتٍ: بكَتْبِ رزقه وأجله وعمله، وشقي أو سعيدٌ

“Then (Allah) sends to it an angel who is tasked to breathe soul into it. (The angel) is then commanded to write down four matters: the writing of the (developing child’s) rizq (sustenance), his life span, his actions, and whether he will be truly happy or miserable”

(Sahih Bukhari & Muslim)

From the mentioned hadith, we understand that Rizq, as with everything else in life, has been predetermined by Allah s.w.t. 

40) The adventures, joys, ups, downs, journey, lessons, people and family in the last year and we look forward for a better year of abudance innshaaAllah. May we grow closer as a family, amin!

39) Aish, for being our bundle of joy and just teaching and reminding me all the little joys of life as your papa

38) thankful for 2022 business year of opportunities, wins, lessons my wife & my in laws feelings towards me.

37) Alhamdulilah, a good run of Umrah with family. did my best Ibadah to my best of ability. Could be better but I know myself. Maybe I should have been more discipline and harder on myself. :/

36 ) To be the dark horse at work. I know I can do it and I’ll do it to be the best version of myself. AMIN. Run your own race.

35) When you have Islam, you have everything in this dunya. What for if you have all the riches in the world but live a life miserable than a person who is poor. The peace, barakah & time are resources that you cant put a monetary value on. 

34) IRAS & taxes. it’s always a good problem to have. 

33) My kind loving inlaws & family. I always pray for their good health, wealth and for their prayers/duas to be accepted. May our upcoming umrah go smoothly innshaaAllah. 

32) final burst of 8 weeks of 2022 before we call it a job well done, pat ourselves and get ready for a 2023!

31) My in laws, whom has always been wanting nothing but for us to be successful in our endeavours with the kind duas and encouragement all the time. <3

30) Abg Abu’s booster workshop, timely and such as inspiring man full of positive, energy and laughter. May Allah swt bless him with more success & barakah in the dunya and hereafter.

29) The montigo resorts for all the blessings and time spent and memories made as a family. It was indeed a much needed breath of fresh to f5 mind, body, soul and heart on what truly matters in life.

28) The long bus ride earlier with AMAZING lake view that I forgot existed in Singapore. It was so tranquil and peaceful. 

27) Silver surfer presence and to owing something that I never thought possible. It makes the job and day2day so much convenient! 

26) Despite everything, Allah still loves bountifully, he gives and provides in abundance for us. 

25) To wake up, start the morning feeling good & strong despite having a late nighter and 1 sustainable morning routine ! 

with WSM taking over the role of CMO. syukur Alhamdulilah !!!! 

Reconnected back with step and wan qi earlier 

SERIES of closings, trust of clients and the abduance of clients coming from EVERYwhere !   With finaz and Nadz in the team. cant wait for them to blossom and make their $$$$! 

The past one month has been exhilarating b2b appts, work. The flow is here and let’s finish 2022 with a BANG !!! 

With the breathe that I was able to take today and the abundance opportunities that have presented and/or that will come along our path innshaaAllah. My success is only through Allah swt. Syukur alhamdulilah

BREAKTHROUGHS !!!! No meds and my mood has been excellent. Energy levels and drive has been 100. Working out and eliminating toxic habits is a game changer. I’m ready for the many more to come. Bismillah. Focus, Believe and Achieve !

results of 2nd qtr performance, a good wake up call. if you are not going to put the time to work, results won’t come. Breathe, focus and keep ongoing. 

JOURNALING, it really puts your abundance blessings into place and whatever that was “lacking” seems so insignificant now. Syukur alhamdulilah! 

BEACH ULTIMATE HAT 2022 AUG with loads of sun tanning !!!!

Our beautiful messenger of peace, Nabi Muhammad SAW, I cant wait to see, meet and witness his presence in my sleep. One can only imagine a life with his dazzling presence.

Allah, how everything falls into place at the right place and right time. Keep on moving forward, tie the camel, pray and Dua hard.

how bountiful rizq has been appearing from EVERWHERE and the good streak of leads and closing, Bismillah. Platinum for aug 2022 ! Even a good hobby and soccer match is rizq. syukur Alhamdulilah.

Precious family time, it gives me perspective and to slow down. As a husband, father and son. After all, what matters more than family?

Bubai and bubai’s mother for their time, effort, priceless advices, syafakillah to bubai and we will keep her in our kind duas innshaaAllah. Here’s to alll the caretakers out there !!!! xx

being uncomfortable and being in fear, it has taught me to breathe, slow down, keep on showing up and the world isn’t as scary you think it is. It will come when the time is right. I’ll doorknock my way to the top !

my mental state and how it has taught me to be resilient, grateful grit, and not to take the small things in life for granted

Being selected as to be born as a muslim in the end of times. It is my purpose of life and acts as a moral compass in my decision making. 

Waking up and getting an opportunity to be better ME ! 

My REAL estate business. It gives me a fulfilling sense to actually come in and impact a family on so many levels. I am empowered and committed to touch as many lives as I can while contributing sadaqah jariyah with my work, knowledge and experience. 

BROtor, same boat, comforting words, focus, assurance and keep moving forward. #believe and #nevergiveup! 

Our tightly knitted family. They give loads of comfort and nothing beats coming home to a family that fills you with warmth, love and companionship

my lovely wife whom never fails to inspire me with her intellect, work ethics, opens my worldly perspectives. She gives me the best companionship, bff, spouse, wife, mother and ultimately, I will never forget that she is a prayer come true. I prayed for her when I was at my lowest, vulnerable and when I had almost nothing. She took me in graciously and showered me with TLC.

My foot injury, the importance of slowing down and watching our body as we age. The importance of strengthening and condition especially if we want play at the highest level of ultimate

My current fitness level and my dad bod. If anything, it will teach me the actual fruit of labour, the secret to success and limitless energy. The power of constant hardwork, focus and discipline cant be undermined!

Bismillah, Let’s go!!!

[ads1008]

Does she know?

Eddie sat through yet another event where Taylor once again inserted herself into his family. It was the annual firehouse chili cook-off. Eddie didn't make anything nor did Buck but weirdly Taylor volunteered too. 

"Do you think Cap would notice if I snuck away from handing out pamphlets to get a bowl of his chili?" Buck asks, laying down a pamphlet. 

"Yeah he would. Why don't you eat your girlfriends instead?" Eddie asked bitterly, turning away to hand an older gentleman a pamphlet on fire safety. 

Buck looked at him with a look. Eddie knew he was being an ass but he really didn't like Taylor. He hasn't liked her since they met her. When she came into the fire house with cameras and flirting with Buck. Eddie's boyfriend at the time. Everytime she seemed to appear back into their lives something would be turned upside down. She was the reason why they broke up.

It got even worse when she and Buck started dating. All Buck would talk about is Taylor thinks I need a new couch. Taylor and I are going to Orange county this weekend. I think Taylor should move in even though I don't really like her. 

Okay, Eddie added that last part but it was true. Buck was miserable around her. Buck was so happy when Eddie and him were together. Eddie was too but they decided what was best for all parties was them to go their separate ways once COVID began. That was what they told their friends. The real reason was Buck and Taylor were talking again, just friends at first and Eddie didn't like it. They had a lot of arguments over her. 

"Taylor's cooking is. How do I put this? It's like when things that should be hot are cold and things that should be cold are hot. You should see the chili, man. I don't know how they make chili in Oklahoma but it's definitely not normal." 

Eddie didn't say anything but just continued doing his job. Buck put a hand on his shoulder trying to get his attention. 

Why was Eddie being so cold Buck thought? What did he do? Buck knew Eddie hated Taylor but that was no reason for him to act like this. 

"Buck, do you know where Bobby keeps the spoons?" Taylor asked. 

"Captain Nash to you." Eddie snipped. 

Buck gave him a look to tell him to be nice. Eddie rolled his eyes, turning back to work. 

"Go to the drawer next to the stove." 

Taylor turned away going upstairs to the loft of the firehouse. 

"Be nice, Eddie." 

"I was nice. I just wanted to make sure she knew how to show respect to Cap. That's all." 

"I get it you don't like Taylor. I've never asked you to like Taylor but can you just be nice." 

"Tell her that "  

—-------------- 

The chili cook-off judging began. Eddie and Buck stood off to the side talking and eating while Taylor stood behind her pot while the judges were eating a few samples. 

Taylor looked at her boyfriend and his ex boyfriend stood a little close for comfort. Taylor knew that Buck was a huge part of Eddie's life with Christopher and them working together. Did they have to be together twenty-four seven? 

Every time she brought up the fact to Buck, Buck would just shut down. He would much rather walk away than have the discussion. 

Taylor knew a few months ago he had canceled one of their dates for Eddie and the fact he didn't come home was because he stayed over. She couldn't prove what happened but once Buck did come home he was different. Distance. 

Anger boiled inside of her now as she watched the slight touches. Eddie's hand on Buck's shoulder. Buck leaning in to whisper something into Eddie's ear. The playful tug of suspenders. The arm wrapping around the waist. Oh hell no. 

Taylor marched over to the two men stepping in between Buck and Eddie. She turned starting daggers at Eddie. 

"What do you think you are doing being handsy with my boyfriend." Taylor yelled, making everyone in the firehouse go silent. 

Eddie glared at her not giving the time of day. 

"Taylor, we work together. Touch Buck a lot and he has to touch me. Get over yourself." 

"Eddie, you kept finding yourself in my relationship. Buck doesn't want you anymore. He's moved on. You need to too." 

Buck's eyes got huge looking between Taylor and Eddie. He couldn't believe she was saying stuff like this to his best friend at his job in front of all of his coworkers. 

"Taylor." Buck snapped. "There is nothing going on between me and Eddie." 

Now it was Eddie's turn to get pissed.

"That's not what you said a few months ago while you were kissing me in the dark. Buck, does she know you still love me?" 

Waves of shock and gasps scattered the floor. Buck was speechless. 

"What is he talking about Buck?" Taylor demanded. She crossed her arms over her chest waiting for an answer. 

"I um I." Buck stammered. What could he say in this situation? This is not the time to be answering these questions. 

"I'm talking about the night he left your apartment pissed off about you wanting him for information. So, he found his way to my place where Buck admitted he was done with your relationship and he really missed me." 

Taylor turned around stomping away to the exit where everyone watched her leave. Buck turned around throwing his handa up into the air pissed. 

"Really dude. Come one here at work." 

"Buck, she started it. I just felt that she should know the truth." 

"Not here Eddie." Buck whispered. He walked towards the bunks. Eddie was alone in a room full of people staring at him. 

Eddie was right, Taylor literally ruins everything. 

—-------

After a few hours Eddie found Buck laying on a cot with his face buried into a pillow. His feet hanging off the edge. 

"Hey, Buck." 

Buck moaned,turning around onto his back to look at Eddie. 

"What?" 

"I just came to say sorry. You were right, there was a time and a place and it wasn't at the chili cook-off." 

Buck stared at him waiting for more. Eddie knew there was more to say. He didn't know how much Buck was willing to hear. 

"Can you give me one answer?" 

Buck sat up staring at Eddie. He waved his hand for him to continue. 

"Why are you still with her? You look miserable with her. You haven't been Buck for a year now. I miss you, Evan." 

Buck looked away knowing Eddie was right. Taylor took a spark in him away. There was a lot going on this year and just having something stabled in his life was the most important thing. Even if he was sad through all of it. 

"I don't know why. She just made things seem okay." Buck said. He sucked in a breath knowing what he would say next would change some things. 

" Also, I just wasn't sure if the person I wanted to be with wanted me too." Buck looked sheeply down not wanting to see Eddie's expression. 

Eddie was shocked by Buck's statement. Eddie imagined marrying Buck one day with the house and a dog. Christopher growing up with them by his side everyday. 

"I only wanted you. Breaking up was my biggest regret. I hated how things ended between us. I hated how I acted with the whole Taylor situation. I basically pushed her into your arms." 

Eddie turned around facing the steps. He never thought he would ever say those thoughts out loud but here he was. The truth was out. 

Buck stood up wrapping his arms around Eddie. He leaned his head in-between his shoulder blades. This felt perfect. 

"I'm sorry. I should have listened to you. Taylor has been doing some shady stuff to advance her career that I don't agree with. A lot of arguments have been happening."

"I never wanted to be the guy to tell you who you should talk to and who you shouldn't. That was never my goal. I just wanted you to be careful. I'm also sorry for overstepping. I'm just glad you finally saw her true self." 

Buck and Eddie stayed in this spot for a while. Buck holding onto Eddie. Eddie cupping Bucks hands. It was nice. 

"Why do I even bother?" Taylor yelled. 

Both men looked up but neither of them pulled apart. 

"Buck, if you just wanted Eddie then you shouldn't have even started dating me. Clearly you never got over him." 

Buck walked over to her with his arms crossed. 

"I think we should go our separate ways." 

"Yeah, no shit." Taylor turned walking back down the steps out of the firehouse. 

Buck placed a hand out waiting for Eddie to take it. 

"Want a do over?" Buck asked. 

"Are you sure? Buck, you just got out of a year long relationship." 

"Yeah, trust me. I've waited long enough." 

Buck pulled him in, giving him a kiss. 

#buddie #911 fox #ash's blurbs

[fictional-character-whore]

CHAPTER 2

SUMMARY - Lydia Lupis had lived a terrible 14 years of life. She went to a school full of drug dealing thieves and gangs, lived in a shitty neighbourhood, had parents that didn't even give a shit about her to come home and a brother that treated her like absolute trash. The only half decent thing in her life was a stupid camp - Camp Rim of the World. Her brother Conrad gad a job there but instead of actually doing it, he just snogged any girl he could find, leaving Lydia to do his job for him. Lydia was never that much of a social person and usually spent most of her time at the camp either working or in her own cabin reading. Lydia expected these school holidays to be the same as every other, but what she didn't know was that these holidays were going to change her life. Aliens were taking over planet earth and after following three kids into the woods and meeting a strange boy, the fate of the world somehow rest in their hands. With her new found friends will they be able to save the world before humanity becomes extinct and will a curtain strange boy steal Lydia's heart or smash it into a million pieces?

WARNINGS - i wrote this story years ago so i can’t remember exactly what’s in this but let me know if i miss anything! swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of parental neglect, mild violence and threatenings, use of weapons, blood?, mega freaking cringe read at your own risk lol

"Let him go!" he yelled.

He was about the same height as me, maybe a little taller. He had tan skin and dark brown hair that fell over his face, he wore long light brown pants with a silver chain attached to the belt loops, a dark teal almost navy shirt with the sleeves rolled up with half the buttons done up, with a white singlet underneath and what I could only just see, another silver chain necklace around his neck, hidden by his singlet and shirt. He was quite attractive actually, he almost seemed kind of angelic but that didn't matter because I was currently more concerned in finding out his personality.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against a tree in the shadows as I watched and waited to see how the situation played out.

"Let him go," he repeated as the now startled boys turned to see who the stranger was.

"Move along mountain hobo, we've got no qualms with you," Dariush said to him and was about to continue 'helping' Alex but Alex was desperate for help and started to beg for the stranger to help him.

"I'm not gonna ask you again," the stranger said confidently. This guy was defiantly interesting. I was starting think that I made the right choice to work this morning.

Dariush huffed in annoyance and basically dragged Alex over to the other side of the small dirt clearing where the kid stood. Dariush shoved Alex harshly to the ground and began making a complete fool of himself, "Big mistake bro," he moved his hands over his head and in front of his chest in a praying position, making an 'oohing' noise while doing it, "five years of kraw magaw bitch! I will gowgudo (i dont always know what he says sorry guys) you so hard right now. What's your ground game?" he then got into the karate kid pose, with one leg bent in the air and his arms up above his head. The stranger looked unimpressed and just stood there and watched as Dariush tried to act like he was a bad ass, but he just looked like a clown that tried to juggle for the first time and was failing miserably. Dariush then went to kick the stranger but he missed as the stranger stepped back and then came forward and punched him square in the face, knocking Dariush to the ground semiconscious. Huh, I was impressed.

The stranger then made his way over to Alex and helped him up to his feet, while making sure he was okay in the process. When Alex got up I noticed out of the corner of my eye, that the Asian girl had appeared and was watching the boys like I was except they knew she was there and I wasn't. I smirked to myself and decided that I should probably make my presence known so they didn't think I saw some bitch spying on them or anything.

So I stepped forward off the tree I was leaning on and out onto the clearing and into the sunlight, "Nice shot kid. Where'd you learn to punch like that?"

All their eyes were turned to me now and I could see that the stranger looked a little stunned for a second when he saw me, but I didn't think much of it and just waited for his answer.

"Uhh.. T-thanks. I, uhh, did s-some, uhh, boxing lessons a f-few years ago, heh, yeah," he stuttered.

Lier. This kid was a terrible lier but the fact that he was hiding something just spiked my curiosity even more. When people hid things I was an expert in finding out the truth and just like everyone else, I was going to find out his secret. But first I was going to play with him for a bit.

"Cool. Although in my opinion you should have kicked him in the dick, shoved him to the ground and stomped on his chest to brake his ribs," I said casually as I walked over to Dariush who was whimpering on the ground. I could almost feel their shocked faces as they took in what I had just said. So he wasn't a big fan of violence.

"That's kind of harsh, but I think I broke his nose anyway so-"

"You only broke it because I hit it first," I cut him off. I tilted my head to the side as I looked down at Dariush still semiconscious and whimpering on the ground. I nudged my foot against his arm making him open his closed eyes and look up at me. I smiled a wide evil grin and he screamed and scrambled over to the Asian girl as he came fully conscience again. I chuckled and looked back to the boys seeing their concerned and half scared faces.

"I think you did more than punch him," Alex said.

"Kid, you have no idea what I've done and what I'm going to do to this faggot," I said looking back to Dariush with my evil grin again. He whimpered and hid further behind the Asian girl, I just laughed my crazy laugh at him.

The others just looked at me like I was completely insane but I swear I saw the faintest bit of awe on the strangers' face.

"Anyway, who are you guys?" I asked changing the subject a observing them all.

"I'm Alex," Alex said, "that's ZhenZhen" he pointed to the Asian girl, "and you obviously know Dariush."

I nodded my head and looked to the stranger, waiting for his response.

"And I'm Gabriel," he said.

"Gabriel? Like the angel?" I asked curiously.

"What angel?" he asked confused.

"The one in Shadow Hunters," I said.

"Oh yeah! That's a good sho-" Dariush started, probably hoping that he could get on my good side if he went along with it.

"I know you haven't seen it you disgusting maggot. How dumb do you think I am?" I spat at him in anger.

"I don't think that you're dumb at all! Not one bit! But I have actually seen the show," he said the last part quietly.

"The show's shit, the books are better," I said making him shut up. (Sorry not sorry if you disagree with me)

"Okay.. But who are you?" Gabriel asked me.

"Lydia Lupis," I said with a small two finger salute.

"Do you live around here or something?" Alex asked Gabriel.

He seemed hesitant with his answer and took a moment to answer, "Ye-yeah, yeah."

Whatever this kid is hiding, it must be bad, But as I like to think, the more horrid the secret the more interesting the person. This kid was getting even more interesting and my curiosity was growing even more with every lie and hesitant answer he told us. He was some much fun.

"You guys are from the um, the uhh camp, right?" Gabriel asked ZhenZhen as she walked away from Dariush and closer the boys and I, but she just put her hands on her hips as she examined the view of the lake and other mountains and hills, giving no signs of answering Gabriel's question.

To me this girl was a bitch. I mean look at her, she ran off into the bush for god knows what reason, then she stood there and watched Alex pretty much get bullied by Dariush and now she completely ignores Gabriel. From the clothes that I've seen her wear, she probably thinks that she's a bad ass or something, and maybe she might have done some things that would be considered 'cool' by other kids, in her life but it would have been nothing compared to what I've done. And the fact that she thinks that she's too good for any of us to even talk to us, just made my blood boil in anger and disgust. So yeah, I don't like the bitch.

"She's not much of a talker," Alex defended her to Gabriel.

Not much of a talker my ass. I rolled my eyes and walked over to a tree where they could still see me and leaned onto it and put my hands in my jacket pockets. Dariush had moved behind a rock when ZhenZhen walked away from him and he was watching me like a scared cat that had just been chased a mile by dogs. Dariush was a pathetic piece of shit that made me sick to the stomach just by being within a ten metre radius of him. I wanted to shove that massive head full of air of his and smash it against the rock he was hiding behind just to let some of that air out and shove some actual knowledge and sense into it instead. Maybe then he wouldn't be such an ass-wipe.

"Get up pussy fucker. I'm not gonna hurt you unless you make a wrong move," I told him.

"H-how do I know w-when I make a wrong move?" He squeaked.

"You'll know because I'll be beating the shit out of you," I snapped back.

With that he go up and walked over to Alex, Gabriel and ZhenZhen where he then started complaining and whining about how Gabriel punched him in the face. I was sick of listening to the faggot talk and complain so I didn't pay much attention to their conversation.

Suddenly there were loud explosion like noises coming from the sky. The others started freaking out and searching the sky for the source of the noises but I just watched them in amusement, "Guys chill, it's probably just some dickheads with homemade bombs setting them off in the bush to scare the campers."

But then our phones all rang at the same time, signalling us that we all had gotten a message. Everyone but Gabriel who I assumed didn't have his phone on him, took out our phones and read the messages.

"What does it say?" Gabriel asked.

"It's the Emergency Broadcast System," I answered.

I looked at my phone screen and scanned the message that all of us seemed to have gotten, as Dariush read it out loud for Gabriel. 'All civilians are to evacuate major metropolitan areas immediately. Do not interfere with the movement of military and law enforcement personnel. Under no circumstances approach any unknown aircraft' is what it said.

Dariush gasped, "It’s the next seven eleven!" he said and began to panic.

"Calm your tits Dariush, like I said before, it’s probably just some kids playing some kind of prank on us and the other campers," I said to try and calm the mood.

"Well we gotta get back to the vans," said Alex, "Anyone know the way?"

"I do," Gabriel and I said in unison. We looked at each other and I grinned a non-evil grin at him, "It's this way," I said pointing in the direction of which we came from.

"Yeah, follow us," Gabriel finished and we all began to walk back to the other campers and the vans, but Dariush had to be a dick and try to play leader.

"Ok, woah, woah! Hold your road there Dora the Explorer, alright?" He said to Gabriel, "This is my click, soldiers out," He then began walking the wrong way but no one followed him, we just walked the way we originally were going to walk. Once he realised that no one was following him Dariush soon ran to catch up to us. I wish he got lost so we wouldn't have to deal with him anymore.

As we walked in a group; Gabriel and I at the front, Dariush in the middle and Alex and ZhenZhen at the back, through the bush on our way back to the rest of the campers and the vans, Gabriel thought it was a good idea to start a conversation with me.

"So you, uhh.. You stay at the camp a lot or something? I-I mean, since you know your way around here quite well," He stuttered a bit and I thought it was kinda cute- wait, what did I just think?! I don't think guys stuttering are cute! That's what stupid bitches think not me! What the actual fuck Lydia! I mentally slapped myself for that thought.

"I work at the camp with my brother," I answered, "I haven't seen you around here before though. How far away from the camp do you live?"

"Oh, n-no I uhh live a uhh.. Quite far in the mountains so I, uhh, don't usually come, um, this far,"

"I see," I could see right through this kids lies but honestly, it was fun seeing him flustered by my questions and try to come up with pathetic excuses. I wonder how long it'll be before he cracks and tells us the truth. So I continued to question him, "So what were you doing this far then? Hopefully not snooping on the campers or stealing anything I hope."

"N-no! No, nothing like that I was just uhh- “before he could finish his next lie though, Alex cut him off.

"Guys! I think we're close!" Alex yelled to us as he ran up the front of the group. He was right, you could see the clearing through the trees. As I tried my hardest to see through the trees and tell if anyone was there, we all started to run. When we reached the edge of the clearing all we saw was the canoes and the river, everyone was gone and both of the vans were missing. As the realisation that everyone was gone hit us, panic began to set in and we all started to freak out.

"Everyone's gone!" Alex yelled.

"Assholes!" Dariush breathlessly shouted.

"They probably got the signal and went back to camp," Alex reasoned.

All of a sudden, there was more loud explosion like noises coming from the sky but this time they were louder and as we all looked up to the sky we could see massive explosions in the atmosphere. They were beautifully terrifying and as each one exploded, they sent a new wave of fear inside me and in the pit of my stomach where they stuck together and grew bigger and bigger, making me want to shrink to the size of an ant and curl up into ball and just die.

I don't know why this was suddenly making me feel high levels of fear but I hated it and as I tried my hardest to push that fear away it just wouldn't leave. What was happening to me? Why can't I get rid of this awful feeling inside of me and even when the explosions ceased to explode I still couldn't get it to disappear. Fear had taken over my body and it felt as if I was going into shock.

"What the fuck!" Dariush screamed and began to grab at his phone in his pocket.

"Looks like explosions in the upper atmosphere," Alex said somehow calmly which made me feel more anger and frustration at how stupid my feelings were being.

"Call them and have them send a van to pick you up," Gabriel said frantically as everyone but Gabriel and I got their phones back out, they began to try and turn them on but no matter how many times they pressed the on buttons, they wouldn't turn on.

"I-it's dead!" Dariush said in disbelief, "I had ninety percent to seconds ago!" He started to bang his hand against the side of his phone as an attempt to get it to work, "piece of shit."

"Mines dead too," Alex said and as everyone went quiet, the sky suddenly started to turn orange and the light around us became tinted orange and yellow like the light from a lamp. The others looked up and stared in confused shock.

Then there were military jets suddenly flying along the river from the peak in the mountains. We all watched as they flew past and further down the river, spraying water at us along the way. The others stumbled backwards as the wind from the passing jets hit us with enough force to knock you to the ground, but I stood as still as a rock, with fear shocking me silently in place.

"Oh my God! It's Independence day," Gabriel announced after all the jets had disappeared.

"It's June Gabriel!" Dariush shouted at him.

"Oh wait, maybe North Korea's invading!" Dariush said and turned to ZhenZhen, "ZhenZhen call it off!" he shouted in her face, but she just looked annoyed.

"W-we, we just need to wait here until the adults realise they left us and come back," Alex said trying to calm us down but with no luck in succeeding.

"Oh man.. I mean, what if they never come back!" Dariush shouted as he began to pace, "I'm gonna die with you losers?! I never even had sex before!"

He stopped pacing and shouting as he realised what he had just said. The others just looked at him as if he was the biggest moron on the planet, and even though I couldn't move or speak, I thought it.

"Let me clear that up. I had sex, I had sex before. I mean, I haven't had sex with two girls at once, that's what I mean. I had- I told you I had sex before," he turned to Alex hoping he would back him up but he said no a looked disgusted.

"Shut the fuck up Dariush! No one gives a shit about your sex life," I suddenly screamed as I finally snapped out of whatever trance I was in but the feelings never left, "If we do die than it's going to be because of you!" fear had taken over my mind. As a young high schooler, my gang had shown me how to turn fear to anger and right now that is exactly what I was doing because people who showed fear got pitied, beaten, taken control of and manipulated, and I wasn't about to show all of them my fear, so instead I showed them my anger.

"If we die it's going to be your fault because you'll be the one dragging us down! All you do is whine and complain and scream and in situations like this people like you either die first or get the whole fucking group killed! So if all you care about is how many people you've had sex with, than you might as well just fucking leave and try and figure out how to survive on your own! But wait! You can't! Because spoilt rich faggots like you have everything done for them and are that fucking stupid that they don't know how to chew their own fucking food! So if you want to survive shut the fuck up or I swear to god I might just kill you myself!"

They had all gone deadly silent as I raged at Dariush. Their faces all filled with shock, fear and astonishment. They looked at me like I was some insane bitch that had just threatened to blow up the whole earth, and it made me feel horrible.

Fear has this curtain effect on humans and animals. The person or thing that you fear makes you want to give in and follow every command they give you just so you could live another day without injury or physical pain, but it also has the opposite effect. It can make you want to run and hide from the world, it can make you feel things that you never thought you could. It can make you do things you never thought you would or could do before. It can make you shut people out and force you to stay on the safe side instead of taking any risks, but there is never always a safe side for you to run to and hide in and once you figure that out you're a goner.

It binds you and sucks you into this infinite abyss that you can never get out of and even when you think that you’re close to the top, you're always right back at the bottom.

But this kind of fear that I felt wasn't just for the unknown and dangerous situation we were in but for that mother fucking feeling that has been digging and eating away at me for years and years. It was fear that they would leave or ditch me the first chance they got because they thought that I was insane or crazy, and even though I had only known these kids for a matter of minutes I felt a curtain pull towards them that I had never felt with anyone before. It was a pull that made me want to stay with them as long as I could, a pull that made me want to completely open up to them, a pull that made me want to give up my very soul just so they could live. It was so fucking stupid but at the same time I longed for it so much and if I let them go I don't think I would ever feel this way about any other group of people ever again.

I couldn't bare to let them go so as the anger and fear grew inside of me I turned away from the group and walked to the edge of the river. I sat down at the bank and mentally screamed my head off.

I hated this feeling. It was making me show too much emotion and I'm sure that if they ever found out of what I've done and how mentally unstable I am, than they would leave me I know they would. So I have to get it together and push everything back down and forget about it because getting all emotional wasn't going to fix anything or help the situation.

But why was it suddenly so hard to push these feelings back down? I've done it all my life and suddenly they just decide that when we're all probably going to die is the best time to make my life a living hell of fucking feelings. This is total bullshit.

Just when I was about to throw myself into the river and drown myself, I heard the sound of someone walking towards me as the rocks and gravel moved underneath their feet, they sat down next to me and put their hand on my shoulder as they used their angelic voice to speak to me.

No it's not angelic you stupid idiot! It's just a voice, nothing more but a deep male voice.

"Hey.. Are you okay?" Gabriel asked me.

I slapped his hand off my shoulder, and crossed my arms, "I'm fine."

"It's okay to be scared Lydia,"

"Scared? Why would I be scared? I never get scared, it's you who should be scared,"

"I am. But in situations like this it's okay to feel scared an-"

"Gabriel I appreciate you trying to 'help' me but I don't need help because I'm fine. I've dealt with worse things than this so I'm sure I can handle it," I then stood back up walked over to the others where Alex and Dariush were arguing. Something to do with bears by the sound of it.

"Hey!" I yelled at them, "Are you guys done arguing about stupid bears? Because we have bigger problems than those pathetic animals,"

"What do you mean pathetic?! They could rip us to pieces in seconds!" Dariush shouted.

"Yeah black bears are opportunistic carnivores, we wouldn't survive out here during the night with one of those things out here," Alex added.

"Well guess what? You're in luck bitches because you're looking at a bear hunter," I announced to them.

"What?! You've killed bears before?!" Gabriel yelled shocked as he was walking back towards the rest of us.

"Yes. And if you don't believe me I have the scars to prove it,"

"That's really cool and all but I still think we should head back to the camp," Alex said.

"Yeah! So let’s go! Come on!" Dariush said and began to run towards the road that led back to the camp.

As we ran Alex came over beside me and while panting heavily asked, "Have you really hunted a bear before?"

I shoved the top of my jacket off and pulled for the sleeve of my shirt. There were three giant claw marked scares on my right shoulder and as his facial expression turned to amazement I explained, "My school is on the edge of a forest where bears are known to be very common. The bears always come onto the grounds during lunch breaks because they can smell the shitty food, so my school mates and I had to learn how to get rid of them and one of the only ways of doing that is by killing them. This scar," I nodded down to my shoulder, "was from my first hunt," I pulled my shirt and jacket back on properly and continued to run.

I could see Alex looking like he had just heard the most awesome thing in the world and I smirked. But what I didn't know was that Gabriel had listened to our little conversation and was running in front of us with the most awestruck and amazed expression plastered to his face.

When we reached the camp entrance we stopped for a moment to observe the scene in front of us. The place was trashed and there was dust in the air everywhere. There were canoes, wood logs, campers’ bags and other things from the camp everywhere, even one of the wooden bear statues at the camp entrance had been knocked over.

"Hello!" Dariush yelled and we began to jog through the camp looking for anyone that might still be here.

"Hello!" Alex yelled.

"Where is everybody?" Dariush questioned.

"Hello! Is anybody here?!" Alex yelled again.

"Yo, do you see anybody?" Dariush asked.

"They've probably all evacuated," I said.

As we jogged through the camp there was a big wooden sign sitting against one of the information boards. Someone had written a message onto it in red spray paint. It said 'Come down mountain strangers, Call 911'

"Ohh! They left us!" Dariush said in disbelief.

"No shit Sherlock," I snapped back.

"Shit," Dariush muttered.

"Not all of them!" Gabriel yelled to us from a few metres away. We turned towards him and saw that he was looking at a wooden bench, except there was someone lying on top of it.

We ran over to the figure to see who it was, but I stopped at half way once I recognised the person. I could never forget that ugly blonde mullet.

"It's heavy metal Conrad!" Dariush announced.

"Conrad!" Alex yelled as they surrounded the table he was lying on.

"Is he dead?" Dariush asked. Oh how I wish he was.

Gabriel put two fingers to his throat to check his pulse, "He's still breathing. He must have slept through the evacuation."

"Okay, what kind of asshole sleeps through and evacuation?" Dariush said dumbfounded.

"My brother, that's who," I said and walked over to the table he was lying on.

"Wait, Conrad's your brother?" Alex asked.

"Sadly, yes. Ever wondered why he hasn't gotten fired when all he does is snog girls?" I asked them, "Well it's because I do his job for him."

My anger was rising again but this time it wasn't from fear, it was from pure hatred. I stepped onto the seat of the table, I looked down at his ugly sleeping form and growled. I brought my foot up over his face and smashed it down with all the strength I could muster, braking his nose and probably fracturing his skull against the table. I grinned in satisfaction as the others just looked at me shock at what I had just done to my brother.

"Holy shit Lydia! That's your broth-" Alex started.

"He was no fucking brother to me," I snapped. His blood was dripping from his nose and the back of his head onto the table now and it just made the satisfaction grow as my grin widened, "I've wanted to do that for a long ass time."

"I don't think he's going to wake up now," Dariush said.

As I stepped down from the table, the others began to search him probably to see if he had anything on him that would help us find out where the others all went. Suddenly ZhenZhen lifted up a white alcohol flask that had milk written on it. Ever since the day he bought that thing I don't think I've ever seen him without it. And I haven't and still don't fully know what shit he puts into that thing. I mean I know he puts alcohol in it but I've never known exactly what type it was, and I was defiantly not keen to find out what it was.

Suddenly ZhenZhen undid the lid of the flask and brought it up to her lips, despite the mumbled protests by Gabriel and Dariush. She took a big gulp and threw it away. That was the most stupidest thing I have ever seen anyone do.

"I don't think that that was milk," Dariush mumbled.

"That was a stupid ass move ZhenZhen. Even I don't know exactly what he puts in that thing. For all we know you could have just drunk his piss," I said to her but she looked unaffected by my comment. She probably thought she just did something really impressive but really it was just stupid.

Dariush began laughing his loud annoying laugh and I could see that Gabriel and Alex were holding back their own laughter.

"Come on, we should go and see if they left anything behind before they left," and I started walking towards the Dining hall.

Once we got there I went straight into the kitchen and saw in there was just like everything outside, it was trashed. All the food had been opened and thrown everywhere, the fridge was open and its contents were spilled out onto the floor, spoiled and unedible. There was rotting food everywhere, on the floor, on the table tops and cupboards, even stuck to the roof! What the fuck?!

"Shit!" I shouted and kicked the fridge door.

"What?! What happened?!" Gabriel asked as they all ran into the kitchen.

"The food's all wasted! Someone trashed the kitchen and threw all the food everywhere and now none of its fucking edible!" I shouted and kidded the fridge door again.

"There's got to be something that we can eat, I mean it’s only been on the flo-" Gabriel said.

"The floors in here are filthy and if you eat something that has been on the ground for even a second than you'll have who knows what kind of disease or illness from all the fucking germs," I said crossing my arms.

I walked past them and out into the dining area where I sat on the edge of one of the tables, "Did you guys find anything else?"

"I was just about to try the phone," Gabriel said and walked over to the red telephone on one of the walls. He grabbed it and put it to his ear to see if it would work, when it didn't he bashed the phone box to try and get it to work but just like our cellphones, it wouldn't work, "The line's dead."

"That's 'cause the power's out," Alex said as he flicked the light switch and nothing happened, "You know what an EMP is?"

"Ahh, yeah, yeah, yeah. That's that music white people dance to," Dariush said.

"No, that's EDM. EMP stands for 'Electro Magnetic Pulse.' A nuclear explosion in the upper atmosphere can cause one and it knocks out most electronics over a really big area," Alex explains and pulled out his phone.

"Well what does that mean?" Dariush asked Alex.

"It means nothing works," Alex answered.

"Not even cars?" Dariush asked.

"Well you guys have food and a roof over your head. You can do a lot more than just staying here and waiting this out," Gabriel said.

"We don't have food Gabriel, it's all spoiled and unedible," I snapped at him.

"Wait? Wait what out," Dariush asked and I was legit ready to punch him again for how stupid he was, but I was stopped by another explosion from outside.

We all stopped and then ran out of the dining to see what it was and where it came from. But as we walked to the edge of the small hill that the camp was stationed on, the scene we saw just made us even more confused and scared.

CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3 - CHAPTER 4 - CHAPTER 5 - CHAPTER 6

[jerzwriter]

How do you see Tobias & Casey career-wise? Like most (I think you) see Ethan & MC as a power couple at Edenbrook. He's chief and she's DT Director. Do you think T&C has the same energy career-wise?

Hey Nonny,

Well, I should start by saying that, although Ethan & Kaycee are extremely career minded in my world, I never had Ethan accept the role of Chief; he remained as the director of the DT. I just never saw Ethan as Chief. I think he would have been miserable. Since prestige and more money didn't matter much to him in my world, he declined the position and stayed in the job he loved. Therefore, Kaycee was not the director of the DT either. In time, she heads up a pediatric diagnostics team, and eventually, she becomes its leader, but in the end, she leaves Edenbrook to create the Dolores Hudson Family Clinic- eventually expanding to several clinics. In time, Ethan joins her there.

As to Tobias and Casey, they are also devoted to their careers - but - I think they value their life outside of work a little more than Ethan & Kaycee do. Ethan and Kaycee are very close to becoming live-to-work people, Tobias and Casey love their work, but that's not their life. So there is a difference.

With that said, they're still extremely driven professionally. They stay on at Edenbrook, where Casey establishes her career and Tobias expands his. In time, Casey gets an offer to work at a hospital in Washington, DC, where she will be able to do more work lobbying for healthcare reform. The young family moves there, and Tobias starts a private practice to enable him to have more time with his young daughters. Shortly thereafter, he's offered a COM position at Inova Hospital in Fairfax, and he realizes how much he wants it, so the family adjusts to accommodate for that. But after Casey nearly loses her life while giving birth to their third baby, both seriously reevaluate things, and they both resign to create a family practice together. Once faced with the harsh reality of how short time can be, their goal is to continue their passion for medicine, but their priority is their time together and their family.

Thanks for asking!

#tobias carrick #tobias x casey #asks answered

[soporis]

i have not journalled (in an actual physical journal) in so long so this is going to have to do for now - I can always tell when I am pmsing based on how strong the brain goblin is, but I wish I could do this the other way around (like, knowing i'm pmsing and thus preparing for the brain, not figuring out that my period is coming based on how hard it is to eat). I'm going to get through my 12 remaining ERPs doing one per day and then make a top ten list of the worst ones, but I don't think I'm going to do them more than weekly after that point. I want to adjust my life so that it's more maintenance phase (I think we're approaching that genuinely but I might pre-empt it just a bit) and work on going "ok I feel anxious, but I can ignore it and live life as normal anyway" because that's the main goal of like living life - the weekly ERP is for making sure that these things continue to be manageable and familiar for the day when, at some point, I do end up getting sick. I think these next 12 days I am going to grind as hard as possible, live sort of miserably tbh, but then it will be just in time to have two days for myself before mom gets here and I think that will be genuinely nice. Also, these 12 days of "misery" are like, a little bit of actual terrible tasks like taxes and job applications, but mostly like "cooking a healthy meal" "doing longer yoga" "cleaning your house, a task you actively enjoy" so it won't be a straight slog of terrible. ok that's all I've got I reminded myself that I should actually be doing my taxes instead of journalling aimlessly.

[lindajenni]

oct 25

faith is a fact but faith is an act

"show me your faith without your works, and i will show you my faith by my works." jam 2:18

i’ve heard the old saying that “life is not a bed of roses” for as long as i can remember. i understand what it’s trying to convey but i’ve also thought that it would not really be all that great to lay down on a bed of sharp thorns. nevertheless, it’s safe to say our journey will have its ups and downs and unfortunately, most of us will experience our share of hard times.

whether it’s a financial worry, a medical situation, family problems, a concern for the world, or just being discouraged from the relentless grind of our job, life can be tough. however, in the midst of all that is going on, we can always turn to God who is filled with an endless source of strength, hope, and love. we can choose to embrace the encouraging truth that God cares about our problems and how He has the power and the solutions to give us the victory no matter the size of our mountain or how dark the night. “and God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.” 2 cor 9:8

yes, there are bumps in the road that can help us learn about faith and patience but whatever the crisis it was not God’s intention for us to dwell in a state of defeat. in spite of being surrounded by negative forces, we have been given the opportunity through Christ to abide in His presence where there is an abundance of joy, security, and peace. in john chapter ten and verse ten and eleven we find the words of Christ, “the thief comes not but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: but I have come that you might have life and that you might have it more abundantly. i am the Good Shepherd: the Good Shepherd gives his life for the sheep.” whatever the situation, He has promised that He wants to save you and bring you through your trials stronger and more confident than ever.

the concept of God supplying our needs is wonderful but there is also a very important component to receiving His abundant blessings and that is our responsibility to believe. if we do not have faith, it’s not only impossible to please Him but highly unlikely that His miracles can be activated into our life. in jeremiah chapter 29, we see in verse 11 that we are always on His mind and He has planned very good things for us to enjoy. but continuing in the context, the next two verses mention for us to take the initiative to call upon Him, pray, and seek His presence with all of our heart which of course includes the element of trust and assurance.

i recall a story about a small farming community that had been experiencing a terrible drought. the crops were dying in the fields and everyone was very worried because this is how they made their living. the pastor of the local church called a special prayer service for all the people of the town to gather in front of the church and spend some time agreeing in faith that God would send some rain. many people arrived and you could sense the seriousness among the crowd. as the pastor was getting ready to begin the meeting, he noticed a young girl standing quietly in the front. her face was beaming with excitement and then he saw beside her, open and ready for use, was a large colorful umbrella.

as he stared at the umbrella, he was a little ashamed that he did not bring one but also felt a sudden surge of hope and confidence. the little girl’s childlike innocence warmed his heart as he realized how much faith she possessed. though the town had come together to pray for rain, it seemed no one else had thought that maybe they should bring an umbrella to keep from getting wet.

a life without a positive expectation and a hopeful anticipation of goodness is an example of the miserable pessimist who abides in the shadows of fear and sadness. the world and even our own human nature is constantly telling us it’s impossible, it’s risky, it’s hopeless, but we will believe that nothing is too difficult for God and all things are possible with Him.

believe today. believe God for mighty acts, but in believing, act accordingly. "but let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea driven and tossed by the wind. for let not that man suppose that he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways." james 1:6-8

good old james. he added action to his faith, practicality and common sense took second place.

#prayer #faith #rapture #jesus #jesus is coming

[talaxyan]

hello from 2023

hiiiiiii

it's so funny to think that all the posts from this tumblr are all just for me in the future but I hope it's gonna be another good reflection to see what I was like in the past.

but let me give you a little update since the last time I was here ((THERE WERE A LOT!!!))

ok first of all. im unemployed now, I graduated college 4 months ago and still haven't been able to land a job- I'm on my last round of interview for this pharmaceuticals company tho and I REALLY HOPE I GET THE JOB BECAUSE IM DESPERATEEEE. if I don't get an offer soon my OPT might expires meaning it'll be harder for me to escape indo.

as much as i love being at home and spending most days with my nieces and having no worry at all, I miss doing something intelligent like doing all the academic weapon I was supposed to be doing. it was hard landing a job yall, I swear I've applied to at least 400+ job but still 0 offer. IM REALLY HOPING THIS PHARMA JOB WORKS OUT I REALLY WANNA GO BACKKKKKK I wanna live in city I can wander around please

anyway, on the fun part ((my nonexistant love life))

in 2022, i went for a semester abroad in LONDON AND IT WAS WILDDDDD like really good experience and I love london so much I wish to go back there again and visiting my london fam innit- it was surprising really good like i had a solid friendgroup in just a month of settling down (shout out to SHAIMA LOVE U SO MUCH GURL) i went travelling to edinburg and Stonehenge. it was a surreal experience.

oh and i was on dating apps while in London and I got the taste of love (a little bit). my first ever date was really good, i'd give it 7/10 I wasn't that attracted to this dude but he was smart and caring at least before he became annoying and called me a self-obsessed girl- like dude HOW CANT I BE OBSESSED OVER MYSELFF? anyway I didn't continue talking to him because I really thought I should give an ugly guy a chance just bc he seems nice personally but he really wasn't so I went to 7 more dates after that--- ND I GOT MY FIRST EVER KISS??? LIKE HELLO? this dude I kissed, we met on tinder and I went to his place the night I first saw him and I gave him a glockglock3000 it was crazy-- but after that night I learnt why people like dick- and he got a pretty one too and it tasted sweet?????? maybe from the lube he was using but we didn't do the full thing cuz I was kinda hesitant cuz I BARELY KNOW HIM OFC??? but yea I learnt some things but my experience with men in general wasn't really working out bc ALL I WANT IS LOVE and it seems like u cant really find that on dating app.

other than that, i cut off some people from my life. it was sad but I think its about time. this girl I really wanted to befriend with since freshman year, we ended became bestie and even lived together in the apartment, but I think it was really toxic tbh- it think the more I knew people, the more I feel like I withdrew myself form them.thats kinda scared me because I really wanted to accept people the way they are but it was really not good having her around- for some reason in social settings, everytime I spent time wth her, it just irritaes me more and that made me realize that friendship wasn't supposed to be like that, it shouldn't cost you your mental health to be living with your friend so yeah, after graduation, I never contacted her and she also never contact me either so it's mutual I think

my time at skidmore was overall fun, I went to typical college parties, got drunk and wasted but it was all really fun. i love my girl friends my bbygurl I love them so much and they made my time at skidmore 100000x so much better. i would be a lot more miserable if it wasn't because of them. there was rough patches along the way but we are good friends so I was able to let go everything and keep our friendship eventho now w graduated and harder to see each other but I really hope to meet them again<3 I love them thao kim connie rebecca and my isu babies<3

my plan now is hoping i land that job in Boston > lease an apartment > fly from jakarta and meet natan > relocate to Boston and get my stuff at Uhaul in Albany > starting working and getting the sense of really world > SAVE A LOT OF MONEY SO I CAN SPOIL MY LOVED ONES AND MYSELF

i think i can do it. delusion is the key and I quite frankly believe in myself. i really hope so I wish.

so yeah, thats mostly the update from me. hopefully in the next post I can give you a better news and more GOOD STORY FROM MY LOVE LIFE yea. ok goodbye for now and I see u later