#also the notification bar says i have an email

[hecateslore]

💌

supervisor!Simon

Way too much, actually.

You turn back to look at him and chuckle. “I should get back to work.” you concede. Simon nods and you head back to your desk. You see Johnny sitting at his, on his phone. You pick up a piece of candy, and unwrap it. The sweetness of it, hitting you in the jaw, making your face turn. 

You wanted to talk to Johnny, apologize for leaving abruptly. But your pride won’t let you. Especially after being told you looked good. Not pretty, but good. But someone else did say you looked pretty… 

But that doesn’t matter right now.

What matters is, Johnny asked you out after ignoring you all week. You didn’t hash it out properly, you just listened to him complain about your “relationship” with Simon, which there really is none.

But there is enough of a relationship for him to come into your home. 

Yeah you’re not gonna speak to him. 

You were too deep in thought, not noticing the time that's passed. You look at the mail Icon on your screen and see the email notification, 

[email protected]

Subject: ???

Do you plan on clocking in, ever??? 

S.R

You snort at the email and look up from your screen, Simon already looking at you, he taps the back of his wrist, you blow a raspberry and begin to type on your screen. 

[email protected]

Subject: Nagging Supervisor

I was eating some candy.

Also I have like four more minutes!!

-

Simon looks up from his computer, “Don’t care!” he shouts and you put your finger over your lips and shush him. He laughs in response and gets up to close his door. You giggle to yourself and clock in, waiting for some tasks to do. 

While you were typing away on your desk you could see Simon walking around the office, “Weekly monitoring”, So just him sitting at your desk, bothering you about letters you forgot to capitalize. You can hear the plastic chair being dragged behind you. It makes you cringe but that's why he does it, to annoy you. 

He pulls the chair next to your seat, he sits down and grunts from the lowness off the chair. “You good?” You ask, while turning to look at him, “Just falling apart.” he chuckles lightly, “Well, do it over there.” you tease, he flicks the back of your arm. 

You guys sit quietly for a couple of minutes, “Did he talk to you?” He asks quietly. “You really need to control the gossiping Simon.” you whisper, he shushes you, “So did he?” he urges, you snort at him, “No.” you answer even quieter than him, he leans in, “Do you think he’s ignoring you?” he whispers and then wiggles his brows, “Ew,” you chuckle at him, “Maybe. He doesn’t know you came.” you say and he backs up raising his brows.

“Well that’s news.” he crosses his arms, “I know he didn’t come.” 

“Ew Simon!” 

-

Lunchtime rolls around, You go to the little cafe across the supermarket, you sit at the little bar, drinking your smoothie and eating the little bowl you’ve been wanting to try. 

“Boo!” a deep voice says behind you, immediately recognizing the voice you turn around and see Simon with a bagel and huge bottle of water. “Are you following me?” you squint your eyes at him. “Told you I was crazy obsessed.” he says while putting his things next to yours. “Now you’re joining me?” you ask, his big frame plopping himself right next to you. 

“Yup.” he answers so casually, manspreading, his big knee leaning into your thigh. You liked his closeness. The way he would just do something. “Well that’s just great, now my appetite’s gone.” you joke. “I tend to do that.” he says, taking a bite out of the bagel.  You watch the way his temple flexes while he chews, and his jaw. That gorgeous jaw. 

“Stop staring, Simon.” he says and looks at you, you shake your head and softly giggle at his mockery. “Your bagel looks good.” you comment. “Want a piece?” he lifts it towards you, “I don’t know,” you contemplate, “I’ll cut you a piece, that’s not a problem.” he states, cleaning his hands with one of your napkins, “‘kay sure,” You say. 

“So much convincing.” he rolls his eyes, You laugh at him and his attitude. He gets up to get a  plastic knife, returning he takes the same position. He cuts it with ease, “I won’t give you the piece I bit.” he says more to himself, “I was hoping I got that piece.” you say sarcastically, 

“Oh shut it.” He laughs, “Here.” He hands you the piece of cut bagel, and you take it gladly, “I should get you back for my fruit.” he adds, “Your fruit?” you cover your mouth while talking, not wanting a piece of bread to fly out of your mouth. “You ate all my fruit on saturday.” 

“Oh!” you remember, eyes widening, “that was very good fruit.” You hold a thumbs up. “I’m sure.” He says, “What’s in your bowl?” 

“Chicken, rice and other yummy stuff.” you answer, simon picks up the plastic knife and dips it into your bowl, stealing a scoop of rice and chicken. “That’s good.” he says with a mouthful, “well that’s classy.” You look at him, “I know,” He shrugs, getting another piece. “You can always get a spoon, you know that right?” You say.  He nods, moving the food around in your bowl. “It’s just better this way.” He stuffs his mouth again, and you chuckle. 

“You’re an odd man.” you laugh, “I know.” he says almost wiping out half of your bowl, “You gonna finish that?” you point to the half empty bowl. “Mhm.” he nods, “It’s alright, I’ll eat your bagel.” you say. “That’s fine. was shit anyway.” he shrugs, you shake your head at him, “then why did you order it?” 

“It sounded good.” 

-

You both finish your meals, laughing at you both eating each other's food. Simon almost stole your drink but you had to stop him. Now you were walking side by side trying to get back to the office.

“I wanted to ask you something at your desk,” He says, breaking the comfortable silence, “What’s up?” you turn to look at him. “There’s this company thing I have to go to, And since me and Johnny- you know.” He makes the ‘cut it out' gesture, “So that means?” You encourage him to go on, 

“It means, I’m asking you to come with me. You don't have to, though, I can ask someone else.” he rambles on, 

“I can go,” 

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[greenorangevioletgrass]

fever pitch (b.b.) - part two

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soundtrack: lavender haze - taylor swift pairing: footballer!bradley x popstar!reader synopsis: you and Bradley go on a date. they say the wrong things --or right things-- and surprise each other as they get to know each other better. warnings: language, so much unresolved tension, mentions of character deaths, fluffy heartfelt stuff, but also like sexy stuff 👀 notes: i had so much fun writing this! special shoutout to @gretagerwigsmuse who had to deal with my annoying thots at all hours. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated as always. happy reading! <3

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Subject: Guest Attendance Confirmation From: [email protected]

Dear Madam,

Thank you for confirming your information regarding your upcoming visit to Annabel’s.

It is our pleasure to host you for your dinner reservation on the 23rd of March, 2023, as a guest of our member Mr. Bradley Bradshaw. We hope that you have a wonderful experience dining and entertaining at the Club with us.

In order to ensure your positive and memorable experience with us, we kindly ask all members and guests to be aware of a few key rules of the Club:

DRESS CODE. We encourage individuality and style in your smart attire. After 6PM, gentlemen are required to wear jackets. Read the full dress code guidelines here.

PHONE & PHOTOGRAPHY. As a Private Members’ Club, we kindly ask Members and Guests to refrain from taking photographs within the Club’s premises. Posting content to your social media from your visit to the Club is not permitted. Phones must be kept on silent at all times and are only permitted for use in limited areas of the Club.

For guidance, read the Rules & Bylaws of the Club here.

If you require further information or assistance, please do not hesitate to reach out through this email address or by phone at [phone].

Thank you and see you soon.

Best wishes, Maude Adams Floor Manager.

***

You’re not sure why you’re bracing for something to go wrong.

The restaurant is rife with opulence, with rich chartreuse and bronze walls and Japanese-style paintings over classic British architecture. Bradley booked a little corner booth just off the fireplace, the privacy still granting a nice view of the grandiose bar across the room. He pulled up your chair and told you that you look beautiful—a good three or four times, and it feels just as genuine as the first. With your show and his training the next day, you both had to pass on the booze and settle with some green tea to go with your food. Conversation flows effortlessly, exploring easy topics like your shared love of old movies, the Venn diagram of your music tastes, the novelty of the sport that he plays…

“Okay, but how did you get into soccer—I mean, football?” You smile sheepishly as you correct yourself. “Sorry. Wouldn’t wanna get maimed to death by the locals.”

He laughs. “Don’t worry. You’re safe with me.” And then he takes a deep breath as his finger toys with the condensation on the side of his glass. “It’s… uh, my dad, actually. He bought me a soccer ball for Christmas when I was like 2 and… it’s most of the memories I had with him, playing kickabout in the backyard.”

“Oh?”

He smiles—diplomatically, all things considered. “He died when I was 4.”

Your face falls. Fuck. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry…”

“Nah, don’t be. It was a long time ago. And I feel like he’s with me every time I step on the pitch.” Bradley nods, ever so reassuring. He’s had enough ‘I’m sorry’s’ for every time his dad comes up in conversation, and he doesn’t want you to feel obliged to do the same.

“But hey, I think it’s wonderful… that he’s right there in spirit with you every game.” You smile back, trying to save this slip-up in conversation. “And I bet your mom’s really proud of you, right?”

To his own surprise, he chuckles. It really is true that tragedy plus time equals comedy. “I mean, I like to think so.” He notices your questioning look, and realizes he needs to let you in on the joke too. “My mom died when I was 17. Cancer. I moved out here and lived with my godfather. Got scouted for Arsenal.”

And there it is.

You’ve been so worried about all the external factors going wrong, that you didn’t consider that the faulty one might be you. 

The clinks of plates and cutleries suddenly become so loud. The subtle piano playing over the speakers sound garbled, like you’re underwater. And the salmon sashimi in your mouth tastes like lead now. How the fuck does lightning manage to strike twice?! 

“I’m sorry, I…” and now you can’t even muster up a proper apology, because what do you even say?! The only thing that comes out of your mouth is a lame excuse, “I… thought it was a good idea not to Google you.”

His heart catches at the sight of you, all wide-eyed and dumbstruck. You wouldn’t believe it if he told you, but he thinks he might have just fallen in love with you there. Foot in mouth and all.

But you… you think you must’ve looked so stupid right now. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed—”

“No, no, no. It’s alright!” Bradley quickly interjects, that twinkle of amusement in his eyes still lingers. “I appreciate it, actually. I’ll take awkward moments with you over anything else you can Google about me.”

“Really?”

He nods. “Of course. I mean… it’s not like you killed them, did you?”

There’s a split second of silence, when you meet his playful gaze, and his mouth pulls into a grin over your petrified look, and then… the tension simply melts away in a sigh of tentative laughs. The garbled underwater music has come up to the surface, the dining noises dissipates, and everything turns back to normal… ish.

“Anyway, what about yourself? How did you get into… all of this?”

“Oh, it’s all I’ve ever known, really. Pretty sure I sang before I knew how to talk. I was always pestering my mom about ballet and piano lessons and living room concerts… I was that kid, you know?”

The image makes him smile, and it sends butterflies to your stomach. “Your mom must’ve been thrilled.”

“Eh.” You shrug flippantly, and that non-answer is enough of an answer for Bradley. “But she knew I was stubborn as hell, and she’s better off letting me tire myself out than trying to stop me, so…”

“But you didn’t.”

You shake your head. “By 5, I was on Broadway—”

His jaw falls open, and he looks at you like grew a new head. “I’m sorry. Five years old?”

You raise your hand in defense, not wanting to oversell yourself. “To be fair, though, it was mostly luck. My mom was working in the theater company and they needed a kid, so I volunteered to stand in—I mean, naturally,” you roll your eyes at yourself, “And they liked me. So they put me on. But I didn’t have to do anything but pretend to be asleep while the adult cast carried me around.”

“Still. That’s more than most people can say. You continued doing it afterwards, right?”

“Mm-hm. Stage, commercials, TV, the occasional movies… anything I could get my hands on.”

Bradley studies you with this look of awe—not an unusual reaction, he’s sure; it’s a pretty impressive feat. But he also catches a lost sense of melancholy in the way you say it, and he can’t help but ask, “Did you have a childhood at all?”

And your heart catches. That’s something nobody ever asked you before… “What do you mean?”

He pauses, realizing he may have inadvertently touched on a sensitive subject with this line of questioning. So he tries again more carefully. “I just meant… you’ve been working most of your life. Did you ever just get to be a kid?”

“I…” you trail off, considering your answer. You want to say yes, of course you did, but the little sting in your throat makes you question yourself: did you?

And with the soft look in his eyes, you know he knows the real answer to that. Both of you do.

It’s alarming how disarming he can be, and you would hate it… except you don’t. At least not enough to make you run off. “I guess, being in that kind of environment, I didn’t really know how to be a kid…? If that makes any sense.”

Bradley nods, understanding. He’s not entirely sure how to respond, but he wants to be empathetic.

“I went to school and made friends for a while, but…” Normally this would be an uphill point in your story, but tonight… this part is tinged with distant sorrow. “I got a record deal when I was 15, and suddenly I was living in LA and working in the studio or going on tours and… I just wasn’t a kid anymore.”

It breaks his heart, the thought of a childhood lost on you like that. “Wow. You really have lived a life, haven’t you?” He can’t resist but reaches out for your hand. 

The touch makes your heart catch, and it feels overwhelming. It feels like you’re gonna burst, so you chicken out with a lame joke. “Haven’t slept in 22 years.”

Bradley can’t help but smile at that, squeezing your hand three times in comfort. And just like that, the bubble bursts and the world continues on its axis once again. He finishes his last slice of tuna tataki and washes it down with his konacha.

“You know, for how much you’ve done since you started out, I thought you’d be more… Hollywood.”

You raise an eyebrow in amusement. “Hollywood?”

“Okay, that came out wrong,” he admits bashfully. “I just… you’re very down-to-earth. And real. I guess I expected more, like, an attitude?”

“Oh? I can have an attitude…” you smirk coyly over your tea, “...if you can handle it.”

Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of him. It’s insane how easily you switch from being sweet and vulnerable, to flirty and borderline devilish. But he wasn’t born yesterday, and he knows he’s well-equipped to handle this back-and-forth.

“I think you’d be surprised by what I can handle.”

Oh, here comes the fun part. “Is that right?”

He nods, leaning into you a little bit from across the table. “I think you’d find a lot about me surprising.”

If the whiff of his Tom Ford Black Orchid catches you off-guard, you don’t show it. Instead, you mirror his body language, propping your chin on your knuckles for good measure. “Like what?”

God, he really wants to kiss you… but it’s way too soon, and he doesn’t know how you feel about public displays of affection. “Like… I’m a pretty decent cook. And I like reading.”

“An athlete who can read? My, my…” you smirk teasingly.

Bradley laughs. He walked right into that one. But he’s not ready to admit defeat yet. Instead, he makes use of that bedroom voice girls like so much to push the point further. “That’s right. I know how to use the washing machine, too.”

You bite your lower lip and sigh, shuddering a little from his low rasp but definitely playing up the dramatics. “You do? Mmh…” 

Jesus. If that’s you faking it, he can’t wait to make you all wet and needy for real. “And you wanna know the best part?”

You meet his gaze, and for a moment, the lustful tension is real. “Yeah?”

He leans in just a little closer, head tilting as if he’s moving in for a kiss. Maybe if he throws it out there… “I can put together Ikea furniture.” 

You throw your head back and feigns a quiet but dramatic moan for your one-man audience. “Oh my gosh, I think I just came in my pants a little.”

Fuck. He really wants to make you come now. With his fingers, his tongue, his cock—

Your gaze drops to his mouth, the stupid 80’s pornstache you’ve never been into before this, the soft inviting lips underneath. The ball is in your court now, and you know he would kiss you earnestly if you close the distance…

But you burst out laughing instead. Bradley releases the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, although your bright laughter doesn’t deter him from thinking dirty thoughts about you. If anything, it just makes you ten times hotter in his eyes.

“Well played. That was a good one,” Bradley concedes, his face turning just a little bit pink.

“We should probably stop before the staff kicks us out for having too much fun,” you lean back into your seat, looking around the restaurant, making sure no one is listening. Squeezing his hand three times as the next course arrives… not entirely putting the kiss off of the table either.

Bradley recommends the vanilla mille crepe to close the meal, and you come up with the idea of sharing a slice. The dessert arrives, a lush little golden brown thing with thin layers of cream in between, so simple and so intricate at the same time. He lets you take the first bite—insists upon it, actually. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.

That, and he wants to watch your face twist in pleasure again. Eyes fluttering closed, chest falling in a sigh, lips parted ever so slightly... God, he can’t wait to be the one responsible for it.

“Amazing, right?” He beams at you, very pleased with himself.

“Mm, it truly is,” you hum in agreement, watching him take a bite. It gives you a naughty idea… “It’s so amazing, I might just hijack this whole thing.” You jokingly pull the plate a little closer to you.

Bradley playfully holds the plate back, looking faux offended. “Hey! Come on. You know I’m a little bit stronger than you, right?”

“Please. That’s never stopped me before.” 

“Really?”

“I have my ways…” your finger reaches out just enough to touch his, just slightly.

Between that and your eyes darkening in mischief, Bradley fights hard not to turn into goo under your slightest touch. He bites the inside of his cheek to contain himself. “You’re really making me earn this, aren’t you?”

“Why? Girls never gave you a hard time before, Mr. Big Time Football Man?”

He laughs. “No. But you’re probably the only one giving me this hard a time for a bite of dessert.”

“Is that all we’re playing for? A bite of dessert?” you smirk, egging him on.

“What else do you think we’re playing for here?” He takes a second bite, maintaining eye contact as he does so.

You take another bite and lick the cream off of your fork. “I don’t know. A bite of… something else?”

Ah. So we are interested. Bradley is unfazed as he gently warns you, “Careful. I might take you up on that.”

“Good. I was hoping you would.”

The tension rises as reality sinks in. You both want to fuck, and looking at the trajectory of the evening, there’s a good chance you will. And it sobers you the hell up, pulling you both straighter in your seats. Sharing the slice of cake in quiet civility. Keeping a completely respectable distance, as if worried you don’t trust yourself not to climb over the table and kiss him senseless. 

But the game… oh, the game is on.

“I don’t know about you, but… I was thinking maybe a few bites, though.”

“Oh?”

“Oh, yeah. I intend to explore every part of this… dessert.”

You stop chewing for a moment. There’s something so hot about how he says it so casually. “That’s… very optimistic of you.”

“Not optimistic enough to decide if kissing you out here was a good idea,” he admits sheepishly.

“Why is that?”

Bradley shrugs. “Just a hunch.”

He’s right, of course. He didn’t choose an ultra-exclusive, members-only establishment with a no-phone policy just for kicks. He sees the security detail that follows you around, lurking at a safe distance—from back at the club. And tonight, you’re traveling light with just two bodyguards, each strategically posted near you and the exit, but it’s still more than he’s ever encountered. There’s no way you would risk a first kiss in public, no matter how discreet the place is. No matter how much you like him.

And you like him a whole lot.

“Tell you what…” you put the fork down as quietly as you can. This is the moment of truth. “I’ll let you kiss me all you want back at my hotel, hm?”

Bradley’s eyes light up instantly. He takes a moment, not so much to consider his options, but to process what’s about to happen. “I would like that very much, yes.”

“Alright, then. Shall we?” you smile brightly, flagging the waiter for the check.

“Uh, yeah. Totally. We shall,” he stammers a little, recovering fast enough to snatch the check and slips his credit card in the tab. Barely addressing the waiter as they walk back to the till.

It all happens so fast, and you whine in complaint. “Oh, come on!”

“What, was I supposed to let you pay or something?”

“You were supposed to let me pretend to fight for it, at least…” you huff.

He smiles in amusement. You are so adorable, it makes his heart fucking swell. “Okay. Next time I’ll let you pretend. I’ll even give you a little pushback for good measure, how about that?”

“Perfect.”

“Now, let’s go back to your hotel and… I don’t know, pretend you have to try really hard to resist my charms.”

“Yeah, okay.” You chuckle in agreement. This is really happening. Wow. And just as the excitement sets in, another point of concern pops up in your head, like a really annoying notification. “Did you drive here or…?”

He nods. “You wanna take my car?”

“No, I got a car waiting for me…” you smile apologetically, glancing at her bodyguard. There’s no way they’re gonna let you jump into some guy’s car. “And there’s gonna be paps out front…” Here comes the tricky part. “Would you… mind if we… go separately and meet up at my hotel?”

Oh. Bradley’s face falls a little upon realizing that he can’t just walk out the door with you. He sees how this works. You don’t want the media to jump on this first date, and it’s actually a smart move. Besides, what’s a few more minutes to a whole night of complete privacy? “Sure, no problem.”

You nod tentatively. Well, that was surprisingly easy… “And just to be clear, this has nothing to do with you. It’s just… this whole thing can be a circus, and I don’t want you to deal with anything you didn’t sign up for.”

He smiles at you. Bless you for being so thoughtful, but it does make him wonder if other people have had trouble with it. But maybe that’s a question for another time. “Hey, I totally understand. We’ll just meet up at the hotel and leave it at that.”

“I’ll text you, okay?”

You squeeze his hand gently before you get up, making your way out of the restaurant. Powering through the camera flashes as soon as you walk out of the front door. Giddy because you know something these vultures don’t.

Meanwhile, Bradley sits. Waits. For one minute, and two, and three. Looking at people walking in and out, wondering how inconspicuous he would be if he walks out now.

And then…

His phone buzzes.

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[viandclintbarton-supremacy]

Cruel, Cruel World (Crimson Mask Sequel)

*Beep*

"Cruel, cruel world, must I go on?"

*Beep*

"Cruel, cruel world, I'm moving on"

*Beep*

"I've been living too fast"

*Beep*

"And I've been living too wrong"

*Beep*

"Cruel, cruel world, I'm gone"

*Beep*

"Cruel, cruel world, I'm gone"

*Beep*

You sigh as you stare blankly to the ceiling in your hospital room. Deciding either to sing another sing off one of your playlist.

You frown at the pain in your head making you feel the bandage around your head, whilst also being annoyed of the EKG machine beeping. It's been nearly a week, since the incident. A week since your ex teammate, ex captain, your friend put you here. The thought of Millie sent mixed emotions in you, Millie always looked out for you and looked after you but that night she nearly killed you, on purpose or not!. You started to tighten the hold on your bed's support bars and breath deeply, every time you thought of Lucy or Millie you would start to shake but more violently when it was Millie. You started to violently shake a bit but managed to recompose yourself

You haven't watched it back, you didn't want to see what happened or the aftermath. All you were told was you were barged into the goal post created a very bad laceration on your head. You were taken to the local hospital while the game continued, the good news Japan won! Bad News you are out for the rest of the cup. You shook the thought as you sighed and grabbed your phone and sat up.

Ever since that night, your phone was crazy. Tweets, tags, mentions, dms, emails from fans, friends, the Barcalona Women and Men.........Keira, Lucy.....Bright. You couldn't open them, you just got so angry, sad, anxious.......hurt that you just wanted to avoid it as it was too much.

You scrolled down and read throught the messages you saw earlier that made you smile.

Yui sending you a video of the team wishing you well before it wad posted on social media.

Fran Kirby sending you clips of her pets and being goofy

Mapi Leon trying her best to find out what hospital you are in

Gundegun sending you messages of encouragement

Sam and Erin also sending you a get well video

Mentions on many of your friends and Fan stories also

One that you made you smile was Mary Earps. She posted a picture of your free kick you scored and simply wrote

"The most challenging opponent I have ever faced, Can't wait to face off again. #TheGoat"

Even though you had faced Mary countless times and never chatted except from handshakes, you both had massive respect for each other.

You then got a new tag from the Barcelona account, you clicked on the notification and waited for it too load as you clicked to video to play the sound also

The first face was Alexia making you smile to see your captain

"Hey little one! Hope you are feeling better! We are missing you, you are a strong human and have always brighten up our days. so hurry and recover so we can make more memories and goals together!"

The next was the Barcelona manager Jonatan Giráldez

"Hey F/N, we are eagerly waiting your return. The ambiance in the team can be seen, the girls and the staff are missing your presence and so am i!. Get better soon so we can have an amazing season"

Next was Mapi

"Hey F/N!!! I'm so happy to hear you are safe and recovering, i know how hard it is being stuck in a bed not being able to do what you love and help the team out. From the first day i met you till now i can say i am so proud of you! so is the team, the Barca fans and your country, Get well soon Little One!"

It would show so many of your friends, from Rolfo to Paredes to Patricia to Raphinha

then it showed the entire Boy and Girl youth teams. You always showed them support and help them when you could.

"GET WELL SOON L/N" They shouted as they cheered and some held little signs in Spanish, understanding some and some not it warmed your heart.

The next person

*EKG beeps slightly quicken

"F/N, I hope you are feeling ok"

You would start to shift a bit with a uneasy feeling in your stomach as you looked at Keira Walsh's face.

"I want to thank you for giving us the tough task of going against you and Japan, you were amazing and you should feel proud. Also i don't think you heard me on the pitch, But i am sorry if i hurt you in that tackle." You would feel the slight pain in your hip as she said it. You weren't mad at her, tackles happen but you just felt hurt on how she acted about it, that's what hurt "This season is going to be a good one and i am determined to break the number of goals and assist between us last year! Proud of you, see you soon!" You somewhat was happy but also sad thinking about her actions on the pitch.

The next person would show up

*EKG beeps quicken

Then you would start to shake and try to take a deep breath

*Beep Beep*

"Hey Little One"

You would start to feel sweat on your brow

*Beep Beep*

"I'm so sorry, i couldnt see you after the match"

Your lip started to quiver and jaw started to shake

*Beep Beep*

"But i want you to know tha-"

you closed the the app and the phone as you would cover your eyes fighting back the tears that were trying you creep out. you placed the other hand on your chest and began to breath slowly and deeply as the sounds of the EKG machine beeps would slow.

You placed your phone back down and looked out to the window to blossom leaves falling and calmed you. You then put on your ear buds and played the song "Beautiful" by Eminem

you would fall into more into your bed as you let Marshals words into your mind, comforting you and making you feel at peace.

Forgetting the face you saw on the the post a few moments ago that sent you into a panic.

The Face of Lucy Bronze

Part 2 End

Next Chapter: Pain That Shines Bright

So wow I didn't expect that reaction from part 1. I'm happy you guys liked it and got enjoyment out of it, I'm sorry this was short but next chapter will be longer I am working on more Woso stuff including Gender neutral since i want everyone to be included and looking at my requests.

I hope this chapter held up, hopefully the next part will be out soon. i will try to keep you guys updated.

But please let me know what you guys liked about it, feedback helps so much

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[chellestrash]

Private Matters

Chapter III (18+)

Cam Boy! Frank Castle x Female Reader

Story summary: After stumbling upon a cam website one night you quickly discover your favorite streamer. Unable to get the thoughts and images of him out of your mind you decide to become a supporter and the two of you grow closer to each other over time. Things get complicated when your close friend, neighbor and crush decides to express his feelings for you.

Chapter summary: You decide to distract yourself with work as an attempt to distract your mind form the events of the previous day but Frank Castle won’t let you focus on anything that’s not him. He has a question, and needs an answer. What will you do?

Chapter Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, solo play,  teasing, mention of sex toys

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Okay chapter III is here! I want to apologize for how long it took me to get this part out. I guess writers block and also life just happens and sometimes its a bit more dificult to find time to sit down and focus on writing, but im glad I managed to find that time and u hope you'll all enjoy this. Thank you my sweet @chelseasdagger for proofreading this and deeling with my whining.

The next morning brings some form of comfort, at least until the memories of last night's events begin to slowly come back to you. You stretch under the covers with a quiet yawn and sigh softly before the sudden realization strikes you out of nowhere.

“Noooooooo.”

You cry out, hiding your face in your hands, as you pull your legs up to your chest with a grunt. It doesn't help, and you feel yourself cringing at your own thoughts, memories, and yesterday's choices before attempting to find something else to focus on.

“It's fine.”

You mumble to yourself before throwing the covers off.

“It's fine.”

You reassure yourself once more, abandoning the sweet, warm comforts of your bed, leaving yourself with not much of a choice but to attempt to take on the day. Grabbing your phone off the nightstand, you quickly check one more thing your brain kindly chooses to remind you of.

The email notification from the night before. The email from the site. From him. He didn't take the money, choosing to send it back since the session didn't necessarily…end the way it was supposed to. With an “I guess there's that” attitude, you push your fingers through your hair and rub your hand over your forehead.

“Okay.”

Throwing your phone on the bed, you decide to let this become a problem for later and figure out everything you had to do today before it was time to head over to work.

***

At the bar, once again, you prepare for your shift in one of the rooms in the back. While figuring out your hair situation, one of your close work friends enters the room. You immediately feel a bit better, knowing you'd get to work with someone you actually enjoy being around this time.

“How you holding up?”

She asks, addressing the situation that unfortunately took place at the bar the day prior.

“Oh, I'm okay, thanks.”

You smile softly before shrugging gently.

“Not the first, not the last time.”

You explain and she shakes her head.

“I know, but that's fucked.”

She states and you nod, agreeing with her.

“Yeah, fucking men.”

You roll your eyes and she chuckles.

“Yeah…well…about that?”

You feel her poking your side with her elbow and look at her slightly confused.

“What?”

“What…are you gonna tell me about the knight in shining armor or…?”

“Frank?”

“See, I didn't even have to say it, you immediately thought about him.”

You breathe out a little laugh through your nose and shake your head.

“Shut up.”

“Oh, so there IS something.”

She pokes your side again, excited, and you smack her hand away jokingly.

“There is no something there, nothing there!”

“Alright! Okay, okay, don’t tell me then, but he has a thing for you…and you have a thing for him!”

She makes sure you hear her before dodging the hoodie you throw at the door before slipping out of the room.

Shaking your head, you sigh loudly, smiling, partially at the interaction and partially at the thought of Frank having…a thing…for you.

You finish up quickly and follow your friend to the main room, getting behind the bar as you get ready for another work day, Frank still on your mind, a small smile on your face.

***

The shift is slow, the hours drag one after the other, and you can slowly begin to feel the events of the past few days catching up with you. The emotions' adrenaline of both the almost-bar-fight and the awkward situation that occurred at your place later that night slip away, and you feel the sudden, overwhelming exhaustion.

“This seat taken?”

You sigh, relieved, turning around with a big smile on your face, your eyes immediately searching for his.

“Don't think so, why?”

You tilt your head and squint softly, teasing him slightly as you attempt to mimic his mannerisms.

“Ahhh, just thought I'd hang out here, keep you company?”

He suggests, and you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“I look like I need company?”

You ask, your eyebrows pull together, your hip pushes out to the side slightly.

“I mean…"

Frank looks around the bar, eyes glancing over the many empty chairs, tables and booths.

“Shut up.”

You don't let him finish, and he chuckles loudly, dropping his head and shaking it slowly.

“It's a slow day.”

You shrug and explain as you finish polishing another glass.

“Maybe that's a good thing?”

Frank asks, and you agree, having him now right here insured you that the day would be far more entertaining than you first thought.

“Maybe it is.”

You wipe your hands on the bar uniform, resting your arms on your hips before glancing back up at the man sitting in front of you. His pretty face, dark hair and eyes, the dark navy blue, almost black shirt with the sleeves rolled up half the way. His arms resting on the counter, his frame taking up just so much space.

“Right, what can I get you, sweetheart.”

You tease in a sweet voice and smirk at the way he glares at you after hearing the pet name.

“The usual?”

***

Frank keeps you company as the evening slowly passes by, staying at the bar for most of your shift. He asks a couple of times, needing to make sure he’s not really bothering you, but you assure him that having someone to entertain you instead of staring at a wall for hours is, believe it or not, a good thing. With the slow traffic at the bar and not a lot happening in general throughout weekdays, you spend the majority of your shift talking to Frank and at the same time attempting to avoid your friend’s “I told you” glare.

“So, been sleeping okay?”

He asks, and you shift your attention back to him.

“Hmm? Oh!”

You watch him take another sip from the beer bottle and your eyes linger at his Adam’s apple for a bit too long.

“You telling me I look tired, Castle?”

You push your hip out to the side a bit, your hands crossed in front of your chest, fighting off the quiet chuckle as you watch his confused expression.

“Really?”

“What?”

“You’re gonna pull that card, huh?”

He glances up at you, the beer bottle still in his hand, his eyes jumping around your face.

“Maybe…”

“Yeah?”

He tilts his head to the side, squinting softly.

“Or maybe not…”

He scoffs before taking another sip, and you roll your eyes, shaking your head softly before walking off to take care of another customer.

“So…you doing okay? After…yesterday?”

Frank asks, sounding genuinely concerned, after you walk back to him.

“I am pretty tired, actually.”

You explain after a moment and watch the expression on his face change. His features soften, but he looks concerned at the same time, worried?

“Something happened?”

He attempts to find the answer out, but you shake your head with a little smile, unable to even begin to think about trying to explain to him what you put yourself through the night before.

“Nothing serious, just, been dealing with my own irresponsibility lately.”

That feels like an appropriate way to summarize your situation.

“Shit, I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

You feel your insides double over and your heart skip a few beats, the whiplash of the last time you heard that word hitting you harder than you could've expected.

“No it’s fine, it’s okay I’ll… I’ll handle it, don’t worry…just”

You wave your hand around, signaling you’d prefer to move on with the topic now, quickly getting busy with another task you suddenly had to get done. Frank watches you for a moment, sipping on the beer as he visibly battles with something on his mind.

“So…”

You start.

“What’s happening up there?”

“Hmm?”

He asks, raising his eyebrows as you suddenly pull him out of his thoughts, nodding in his direction. The question acts as a distraction, but at the same time you're genuinely intrigued about what's on his mind.

“Shit, okay…”

He sighs loudly and sits up straight, setting the empty bottle off to the side.

“Okay, listen…”

You smile and lean on the counter in front of him.

“I-I-I..."

He shrugs.

"I don't want you thinking I'm trying to...add to everything you have going on."

“Oh, you’re fine.”

You smirk, trying to get him to relax a bit more, once you notice he actually does seem softly tense.

“Right…was thinking maybe…”

Frank starts, shrugging softly and looking off to the side before turning his face back to look at you. You watch as he struggles to get his words out with a gentle smile, amazed by the fact of how nervous he looks. The sight in front of you contrasts so vividly with the Frank Castle people around both you and him knew, you chuckle softly and smile a bit bigger.

“You can just tell me.”

“Yeah, I don't know, just...”

He shrugs again, squinting and titling his head to the side some before finally finishing the question.

“Maybe you wanted to grab a beer together sometime?”

His eyes focus on your face, trying to predict your reaction, and you feel your stomach tensing up with the sudden wave of excitement. All the little hints you thought you've been noticing, the way he'd act around you, the way he made you feel, or even just talk to you. How he'd take time out of his day to spend it with you, ask about your things, genuinely worry and maybe care about you as well? All those things bounce around your mind right now as you attempt to get it through your head that Frank Castle might actually feel something for you, and you haven't been just imagining things.

“Like…here?”

“Wherever you want.”

“So, like a date?”

He freezes, swallowing hard like the word is something he was trying to somehow avoid in case it would scare you off.

“Like a date.”

He confirms quickly. You quickly glance over at your friend, and she looks away from the two of you, not very effectively pretending like she wasn't just staring at you both, attempting to decipher the situation, before turning back to look at Frank again.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I'd like that.”

"Yeah?"

He asks quietly, the subtle raise of the corner of his lips indicating a smile.

"Yeah!"

You agree enthusiastically, not even attempting to hold back the big, bright smile and Frank immediately sits up a bit, taking a big breath in before nodding back with that little pout he does.

“Alright…good."

He clears his throat, taking another sip from the bottle.

"So we'll just..."

"Oh, we can just work out the details later?"

You suggest and he agrees.

"That works."

"Good!"

"Good."

"Alright I should...."

Frank starts after checking the time, probably for the first time since he got here earlier that day.

He points his thumb behind himself, over his shoulder, without finishing the sentence.

“Oh, yeah!"

“Just…have some shit to deal with.”

“Yeah sure!”

You reassure him with a smile, grabbing the empty beer bottle before handing him back his money.

"It's on the house."

You explain in response to his confused expression.

"Shit, really? Damn... I mean, if I knew that before...would've asked you out already."

He can't help but smile, allowing himself to relax at the sound of your laugh.

"Fuck you, Castle."

"I mean..."

"Right, get out!"

***

You spend most of the rest of the day, after the shift, with your work friend. Filling her in on the talk with Frank, not really getting much more than “I told you” as a response. You finish up the shift, then grab a couple drinks together. You stay in contact with Frank throughout the evening, both of you finally deciding that today probably won't necessary work for the date and settling on catching each other some time tomorrow. There's a slight bit of relief when you realize you don't have to stress over the meeting, at least for a couple more hours. Because no matter how well you know Frank and how close you two are as friends, there's still that uneasy feeling you'll somehow manage to mess this up. You can't help it, Franks older than you and quite a bit actually, not too much to make it weird but, it's not something that goes unnoticeable. You've been dating guys here and there on and off for some time, but it was never really someone you cared about even slightly as much as you cared about Frank. You were friends before there were any sorts of feelings, so the possibility of risking a good friendship, like this one, was not one you could look past without worrying about it.

"Shit."

You mumble quietly, slowly pushing yourself up to sit up on your couch.  A loud sigh follows, expressing your frustrations, before you reach for your phone.

“It'll be fine.”

A text from your friend followed up by

“We’ll think of something if you'll fuck it up.”

You breathe out a little laugh and respond with an “Oh, thanks,” before expressing your worries in another message. Instructed not to do anything else today but attempt to relax, you rest your head against the back of your couch, closing your eyes for a moment just to cut yourself off from your surroundings, at least for a moment.

With your eyes closed, and your body attempting to relax, your brain quickly follows, your mind slowly slipping back into the more pleasant parts of the last couple of days. With your life occupied mostly by work lately, your brain escapes to the parts of those days that helped ease your tired body.

You feel your insides tensing up some as the images of certain live streams play back in your head. The now familiar shot of the camera, the broad shoulders, big arms and thighs. And those, those god-damn sounds that your brain couldn't possibly avoid even if you wanted it to. You don't. The praises you heard through the computer speaker work well with the confidence boost that is your neighbor, and friend you've been crushing on for a while, asking you out.

***

You feel your computer mocking you as it suggests the site just moments after you open the internet browser.

“Okay.”

You mumble with an eye roll before clicking on the suggested search.

“Smartass.”

Today's live stream already happened a bit earlier, and you realize you missed that opportunity. After checking the available schedule, you realize there's an opening between a few private sessions planned for later in the night. You're not sure if it's because of the slight boost of confidence, the images your brain keeps relaying in your head, the anxiety of the planned date or your need to get rid of the awkwardness of what happened in your session yesterday, but after checking your bank account and the money return one more time, you choose to book another session.

Sitting back on your couch again, you let out a loud sigh, unable to tell if you feel relieved or even more anxious at that point.

Going through a couple clips from today's stream, you feel yourself relaxing slightly as the time of your scheduled meeting approaches slowly. The coaching, pet names and praises, even if not directed at you in the clips, work their magic in a very convincing way and you once again feel yourself falling under “The Punisher’s” spell.

It's too late to scold yourself at this point. You can tell how your body reacts to him, you feel silly for it still, but the need for reassurance before a date with a guy you're trying to impress towers over the feeling of your stomach falling into a bottomless pit.

***

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You suddenly feel the need to scream into a pillow until your neighbors file a noise complaint.

“Saw the username, didn't know what to think. Thought I'd scared you off last time.”

He remembers.

You immediately feel your cheeks, your whole face getting hotter as he continues to speak.

“You got the money back right, sweetheart? Thought it was only fair since we…didn’t really get to make you feel good.”

He continues, and you feel your legs pushing together slightly at the deep, raspy sound of his voice.

“You wanted to try again? Hmm?”

Your eyes jump to his pretty hands once he runs them up and down his thighs.

“You there, Sweetheart?”

“I'm here.”

You text in the chat again, and hear that quiet chuckle, which makes you want to see his face even more now than ever.

“There she is. Still just chat?”

He asks, his thumb slowly brushing over the bulge in his sweatpants.”

“We’ll see.”

You send the message and watch his fingers pause for a moment as he reads it out.

“Attagirl, look at you.”

The praise, once again, makes you feel like your body is slowly beginning to melt through the cushions of the couch.

“Would love to hear you.”

He mentions, sliding down a bit lower on the chair before pushing his legs open slightly.

“Maybe you will.”

You answer in the chat, following his lead as you sit slightly lower on the couch and spread your legs open.

“My lucky day, huh?”

You don't answer this time, instead focusing on the movements of his hands, how he pushes them up and down his thighs again before wrapping his fingers over the bulge in his pants, remembering what you wanted him to do last time.

“Just this again, sweetheart? That enough for you?”

You confirm in the chat, knowing it was probably the safest option and if he were to do something a bit more intense, you would probaby-

His grunt pulls you back, as if he knows you started to slip, but you quickly focus back on the image on your laptop screen.

“Shhhit.”

You whisper, quickly pulling your pants down and tossing them off to the side, deciding to touch yourself over the fabric of your underwear.

“Can you talk to me?”

You quickly type out in the chat, struggling for a moment to write the message while keeping your other hand between your legs.

“Talk to you, baby? Hmm? You just want to hear me?”

His words ring out in your ears, his palm cupping his bulge over the fabric.

“What if I want to hear you too, baby? Hmm? How is that fair?”

Humming quietly at his question, you consider it, glancing over at the little light on your computer, the one indicating whether your microphone is on or off. You know it's just teasing, he's doing his job, probably doesn't even mean it, but it doesn't change the fact of how the words make you feel.

“Okay…tell you what.”

He starts again after a moment.

“Can you let me know you can hear me, sweetheart? Hmm? Can you do that?”

You pull yourself up, hitting the keys as fast as possible before sending the message.

“Good girl, okay.”

He praises, wrapping his hand tighter around himself.

“How bout, we have some fun, huh?”

You watch him reach out for something out of view.

“You got anything that can help you feel good, baby?”

The question makes you immediately glance over in the direction of your nightstand, your mind going to the vibrator hidden in one of the drawers.

“Maybe.”

Is your answer in the chat, and he chuckles.

“You want to get it? Mind if I use this? Hmm?”

He asks, holding the object up to the camera, making sure you're able to see it. You whine out quietly, your eyes on the silicon cock sleeve in front of you on the screen of your laptop.

“Jesus…”

You mumble, typing out the response, letting him know you definitely didn't mind it whatsoever.

“Okay, okay good. Let's get you feeling good then, hmm?”

He mumbles after a moment, pulling the sweatpants down and exposing his black boxers. They're pulled down low, tight around his big thighs, the fabric straining between his legs. You bite down on your lip, feeling the blood rushing between your legs, the warmth spreading all over your body as you watch him touch himself over the fabric, pushing his hips up against his hand.

He hums quietly and so do you, brushing your fingers against yourself over your panties.

It takes you a moment, but you quickly stand up and run over to your nightstand, grabbing the vibrator before returning to the laptop.

You watch him cup himself over the fabric for another moment, fingers tight around his cock now. He grunts, pulling the boxers down some more before pausing for a second.

“You with me? Hmm.”

You confirm quickly, dying to see those boxers come off. Your heart pounding, your legs pressing together, your fingers digging into your thigh as you wait to see him.

“Yeah? You like what you're seeing?”

You roll your eyes at the question, letting yourself relax some more. Sitting back on the couch a bit more comfortable, you hold the vibrator up between your legs, your eyes glued to the screen as you watch the fabric slide lower and lower before finally, his cock springs out of the black boxers, and you hit the switch on your vibrator at the same time.

The grunt following him sliding the sleeve onto his cock makes you feel like your stomach ties into a knot, and you take a deep, shaky breath in. Your hand hovering over the microphone button as you rethink this again. The slow, raspy grunts as he moves the sleeve up and down his length finally cancel out the anxiety, and you hit the button.

He doesn't notice it at first. You press the vibration against yourself and feel your body tensing up at the sensation for another moment, before you decide to pull the fabric off to the side.

“Mmmmmm, fuck.”

You can't help the words slipping past your lips, and you watch him freeze on the screen for a second, just like he did the last time. The quiet, rumbly sound now comes out of the speakers of his own computer as he decides if he should let you know or not.

“Hey…sweetheart? Don't…don't get upset.”

He starts softly, and you pull the toy away, eyes on the screen, waiting for him to continue.

“Think your mic is on."

You don't reply.

"You...you want it off?”

There's a pause, neither of you talk for a moment.

“I want it on.”

You speak up, your voice a bit higher than it'd normally be.

“Atta-fucking-girl! Look at you, getting brave, are we? Let's go, sweetheart, let's make you feel good."

***

“So what made you buy the session again? Felt bad for leaving me hanging the last time?”

You chuckle quietly, watching his chest move with big, deep breaths, your own chest rising and falling faster than usual as you both attempt to calm down after what just took place.

“I just…have a date soon. I guess I'm…kinda anxious, I just wanted to…feel good, not think about it."

You watch how his body relaxes when you start talking, his fingers brushing over his thighs slowly, the muscles in his arms now softer. Not as refine as when he stroked his cock for you just minutes before.

“Alright, that someone you like?”

He asks, and you feel your cheeks getting warmer again. Talking about this with a person you barely know feels dumb, but at the same time, he seems so comforting, so understanding.

“Yeah, I do, I want it to go well, I just think I might fuck it up.”

“Hey, you know what I think?”

You don't answer and he continues.

“Think you're gonna go on that date, have fun, and the guy will be fucking lucky to have you there, yeah?”

You can't fight back the small smile appearing on your face.

“You think?”

“Damn right, I do, sweetheart!”

You laugh again and so does he.

“I mean listen, if he'll get to hear half of the things you let me hear today…shit.”

“Okay, but you HAVE to say that.”

You interrupt.

“Oh, you don't know that!”

He cuts you off, laughing some again.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don't.”

You push your legs together, letting yourself relax now, the conversation helps a lot more than you thought it would in the first place.

“It'll be good, you got it…just be careful, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Thanks for this-”

You start, but he cuts you off quickly.

“No, no, no sweetheart, thank you.”

You breathe out a little laugh, shaking your head slowly.

“I should go.”

You mention after checking the time, the session about to end.

“Yeah…well listen…”

You pause, eyes glued to the screen.

“I’ll miss seeing you in the chat if the date goes well.”

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[wannab-urs]

Build Me Up Buttercup | Ch. 2

Just to let me down?

Summary: You get a verdict on your essay and have a little run in at the bar

Word Count: 800ish - sorry it’s so short. I couldn’t resist the cliffhanger and had to cut it off.

Warnings: Still none... but we're getting closer!

P.S. I plan on updating this daily but also if I can't get a chapter finished, I can't get it finished, ya know?

You’re sitting in the library, presumably working on an essay for Modern British Lit, but really you’re thinking about Dr. Miller. Yesterday, you had been closer to him than you ever have before. You sit at the back of his class and never raise your hand to answer questions, afraid he’d dismiss your answer outright. 

He’s hot from a distance sure, but up close? Holy shit. The way his curls fell over his eyes as he worked. The way his tongue poked out between his lips. It’s almost cute. And then the way his biceps bulged beneath his weathered band tee… He’s seriously gorgeous. He has to be, what? In his mid 50s? You were used to men that old looking like your granddad… he was far from looking like a grandpa yesterday. 

The sound of an email notification interrupts your train of thought.

See me in my office 

-Miller 

How formal. God damn, he’s an asshole. He’s an asshole. He’s not fucking cute.

You assume it’s about your essay, so you decide to stop by his office after your Chaucer class. That class is a trip. The professor wears these weird ass outfits all the time with vibrantly colored pants and you’re honestly kind of living for it. But he also keeps giving you Bs on all your essays without any feedback as to why they’re not As. You’d take your solid B in that class over your 57 in Miller’s class any day though.

You resolve to go to his office hours again later today and go back to trying to write your essay.

He’s preoccupied again, taking notes on a book you can’t see the name of, when you get to his office. Today he’s opted for a black Led Zeppelin shirt that’s obviously vintage, small holes revealing tiny peeks of his broad chest. His hair is even more unruly today and the disheveled former punk vibes are a really good look on him. Bastard. 

Before you even open your mouth to speak, he does that hand thing, like he’s shooing you away. You decide to just sit down and wait for him to finish what he’s doing. 

After what feels like half an hour but is probably a minute, he sets his pen down in the book and closes the cover. The book is called “Neoliberalism on the Ground” Seems… actually interesting. Your eyes flick up to his face and he’s looking at you expectantly, as if you asked to see him. 

“Well?” You arch an eyebrow at him.

“I reread your essay.” You stare at him waiting for him to elaborate. He doesn’t.

 “And?” 

“And it was good.” 

It was good? That’s all?  “And?” 

“And I’ll change your grade to a B.” 

A fucking B? Fine. Whatever. Best you’re gonna get. “Why the change of heart?” 

“Didn’t read it the first time.” 

“Are you serious?” No like, is he actually fucking kidding right now?

“Saw the neo-gothic cathedral on the cover, gave you a D, moved on.” 

“What!? I spent hours on that! Days! And you had the audacity to not even fu--- to not even read it? Are you kidding me?” 

“Listen, sweetheart, if you had to read 98 amateur architecture essays, you’d skim too.” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

“Do you want me to change the grade back?” 

“Do you want me to report you?”

“Fair enough.” 

God, you want to strangle him. “Is that all, then, Miller?” 

“Don’t call me that.” Jesus fucking christ. 

You roll your eyes and stomp out of his office.

You’re sitting at a hightop in the bar just off campus with Cooper and your other friend Em, filling them in on the essay drama. 

“So, yeah, he called me ‘sweetheart’ and I left,” you finish. 

“Wait, is Dr. Miller the hot one?”

“Yes, Em, pay attention,” Coop says, rolling their eyes. 

“Yes. He’s attractive. That is SO not the point, though?!” Your friends are ridiculous. 

“So… how did you get him to up the grade? Did you give him head under his desk or something?” Em teases, a conspiratorial glint in her eye.

“Gross! No!” 

“I would have… I’ve seen him on campus. I’d suck the meat off them bones.” 

“You are absolutely disgusting, Emily. No I did not give my professor a fucking blowjob to get a better grade!” 

“I’m just saying! You could do worse…” 

“I just asked him to show me a modicum of respect. Jesus fucking Christ.” 

“Oh my god is that him?” Cooper is staring hard at the back of some dude���s head at the bar. He has curly brown hair streaked with gray and broad shoulders covered in a green flannel. Shit that could be him.

“There’s no way Dr. Miller is here right now. I will literally kill myself.” 

At the sound of his name, Dr. Miller turns and looks over his shoulder, immediately locking eyes with you. 

“Oh shit, that is him,” you say, ducking your head and hoping he won’t see you. Play it cool. There’s no way he actually heard you. 

“Is he still looking?” You ask, peeking up at your friends.

“Um-” Cooper starts.

“Hi there, sweetheart.”

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[sixosix]

IM HERE. IVE ARRIVED. I HAVE THOUGHTS. when i said i might not come back here cuz i was busy? yeah, FUCK THAT. only divine intervention can keep me away from ur account. THE NEW THAWED PART?? WHAT THE FUCK. i wake up this morning expecting a chapter like, late afternoon but i forgot TIMEZONES EXIST . so u can imagine my absolute shock when i check my notifications bar and hit tumblr writer user sixosix posted new thawed part?? dude. the scream i scrumpt when lyney recognized the reader OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD. i knew it was over when the flower landed by her feet but him saying her name had me DSINFIDSJFJDS?!?!!??! DURING THE SHOW TOO. HE DIDNT WAIT UNTIL IT WAS OVERIJ DSJUFUDJSFIJDSAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! even rereading that part now as i write has me going crazy like i cant even put my excitement into words its SO?!?!?w??VFDXJDVNDSFNC god. okay. the scene where he grabs THE READER BY THE WAIST. 'CAUGHT YOU' ????? YEAH AND I CAUGHT FEELINGS YOURE NOT SPECIAL LYNEY?? THE GRIP ON THE WAIST. AUUUUUUUGH. ARUEGJHHH. ARHGHHRJGFDKD... IM ON MY DEATH BED!! TAKE ME TO THE BEACH SO I MAY GAZE UPON THE SEA ONCE MORE!!!! the mr lyney. miss lynette. falls to my knees. dies. dies. dies. BUT GOD THE FACT THEY THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD TOO? no wonder lyney chased after her !!!! if my girlfriend (one-sided (?)) turned up alive out of no where i would do the same fr. a real man would drop to one knee and propose right there (grow some balls lyney) LYNETTE!!!!! SO CUTE!!!!!!!!! IM GONNA BITE HER SOKFDOSAKDASIJD THE SLOW APPROACH LIKE A TIMID CAT AND THEN THE SMIEL AUHGHDJFSKJFD?!w?FDDJNFODSJKFND!!!!! i cant imagine how she felt finding her bff again im so AUUURHGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! i know she knocked some sense into lyney afterwards LMAOO also reader pretending to be working under tart... ohh i know thats gonna backfire on her later in the story. ALSO CHILDE MENTION YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! do i have my doubts about lyney and lynette believing readers lie? absolutely. you dont grow up with someone and not know when theyre lying.. especially lyney. have u ever watched barbie in the dreamhouse?? theres this episode where ken tries to get a job but he doesnt bc each time barbie has an emergency, so he just becomes a (barbie)house-husband.. thats the vibe im getting from lyney and reader the 'i'm happy to see you' from lyney, and reader (kinda?) dismissing it with the 'goodbye miss lynette and mr lyney' ????? AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH ??????? sending u the number and email to my therapist rn ure paying for my next session. also i love aether, paimons and readers friendship, especially their little banter at the end. ALSO. SIGH. reader calling rosalie maman. when i tell u i screamed i MEAN IT. THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME. I LOVE THEM SO BAD IM GONNA SOB!!!! ............im gonna say, im a bit paranoid though.. youre not gonna hurt rosalie right. righ.t Right. blinking at u. blinking at u. blink blink blink . BLINK. BLIIINK !!!!!!!!!! ok sorry for clogging up ur asks with this . i have no idea how to end this its so long LMAOO. there are so many other parts i loved (brief melusine scene, audience reactions, etc) but i just didnt know how to convey my feelings into words ifgjdifjdji. i love thawed and ur writing SOSOSOSO much and im so excited for future updates!!!!!!!!!!! THATS ALL I GOT TO SAY!!!!!!! ramble mode OFF!!!!!!!! BYEBYE AND TAKE CARE MUAAAAAAAAAH

HIII LIS!!!!! ohh seeing your asks rlly brighten my day. LMFAOOO your comment actually had me laughing out loud “I JUZT WOKR UP WHAT RHE DICK” HAHSA

YES. DURING THE SHOW!!! i want to emphasize that lyney did not care about the audience or the weeks of practice for this very moment if he sees the reader !!!! HELPPP nooooo dont lie on your death bed yet we still have a few more chapters to go through 💔💔

ONE SIDED GF 😭😭😭 IJBOL he definitely wouldve proposed if it wasnt for aether im telling u. YESSS LYNETTE APPRECIATION i love her so much i try to add her as much as i can bc her interactions w lyney are so fun. Theyre literally siblings 😭❤️❤️

CHILDE MENTION !! this is definitely gonna bite her in the ass later but hey thats for another chapter

YES I E WATCHED BARBIE DREAMHOUSE IMQHAHSHEH thats so funny that you said that im saving that as a screwnshot LMFAOOO

Yes i want to up the angst and pain. reader my self destructive thawed!reader … ❤️ but i also need the therapy please do send my number

Rosalie. rosalie, rosalie, rosalie. our maman. reader’s maman especially. Anyway.

AWW its okay!!! dont ever worry about your asks being too long !! i meant it when i said i love reading through them. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT ❤️❤️❤️❤️ TAKE CARE TOO LIS MWA MWA

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[tcookies777]

The Anatomy of Love will be deleted from Fanfiction.net

Hello, TAOL readers!

I am pleased to announce that I will be deleting The Anatomy of Love fanfic off of FFN! To clarify, I am deleting the fanfic ONLY off of that site. This means you will still be able to read on ArchiveofOurOwn.org (click here for the fic link) which was always the preferable option anyway. There are several reasons why I have decided to delete this fanfic from FFN.

1) There have been a few bad apples on AO3 spamming me with harassing comments (sadly, it’s not con crit). I had to reconfigure the comment settings there so that only “registered users” (readers with AO3 accounts) would be the only ones able to comment. This bars the trolls and haters from abusing their anonymity privilege to harass writers like me any further (or else they get BLOCKED if they continue to try). Unfortunately, this means a few of these rotten apples have hopped over to Fanfiction.net to harass me there now (FFN does not allow writers to disable Guests from reviewing).

One example of one of these trolls who have so much spite in their life that they waste their time and energy to chase and harass is none other than our pitiful Guest, SQUASHA! She whines that I delete her “”reviews”” because she acknowledges how bitchy and pointless they are. She also whines that the pacing between Kakashi and Sakura is slow and vexatious and complains that I say I am excited to write real sexual content for our lovebirds but that I always just tease it. Now, yes, I have since deleted that review from SQUASHA (again) because it is indeed bitchy, pointless, and serves only to complain (again) rather than constructively criticize. But also because I believe poor SQUASHA is very confused and possibly forgot that I explicitly mentioned in bold words at the very start of the fic that The Anatomy of Love is a slow-build longfic. It is also highly possible that readers like SQUASHA are completely new to fanfiction and do not understand what is a slowburn and what it consists of. So essentially, SQUASHA is complaining that this slowburn fic is being… well, exactly what it is and exactly what she knew from the start what it was (assuming she took the time to read my A/N at the very start of chapter 1). So with trolls like her running from AO3 to lurk on FFN now (actually, FFN has always been a cesspool for trolls due to lack of moderation), it’s one reason I am deleting this fic here.

2) Another reason I’m deleting this fic is because for some ridiculous reason, FFN has decided to screw over both readers and writers with the changes in their Email Opt-in system. From now on, readers and writers automatically are opted OUT of email notifications. In fact, you should take a look at your account settings right now because the change has already been made for you. FFN has changed it so that you have to manually opt IN to receive email notifications and then from now on you have to re-do that again every 6 months. Or else after 6 months it resets your settings to opt OUT of notifications. As someone who barely touches FFN and barely looks at my inbox, this isn’t very appealing for me.

3) FFN does not allow links or images. The Anatomy of Love is full of bonus content in which I like to link reference images for Sakura’s outfits, fanart that readers had made or commissioned, and deleted scenes that I link at the end. This is one reason why I have always encouraged readers to read this fic on AO3 instead so that they have access to all that bonus content. On FFN, I can’t do that. I have to jump through so many hurdles just to hint at where readers should go for the bonus content. It makes posting a chapter on FFN very tedious work for me.

4) I already barely touch FFN - and it’s a huge reason as to why I never reply to any of your guys’ Reviews (sorry about that, btw!). FFN was the first site I used to post fanfiction when I was a pre-pubescent teen. I’ve since graduated to AO3 years ago though and I find that site so much easier to navigate and curate my space. So deleting this fic from FFN is actually very beneficial for me in many ways.

So with all my reasons listed, I want to add that I will be deleting this fic from FFN at the end of December. That should give anyone here ample time to see this note and bounce over to AO3.

Again, I barely touch FFN so if you have any questions or concerns, you are more than welcome to hit me up on Tumblr or Twitter. It may take me a while to respond since I’m just not big on social media in general, but you will at least get a direct reply from me compared to on FFN.

Otherwise, see you on AO3! My AO3 username is “TCOOKIES777” 😊

And please, FFN readers, do not mourn - I promise this is actually really great news for us all and we’re going to have so much more fun on AO3!

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[imaginesforjohnnydepp]

new orleans, we have a problem

nick and sidney were out walking the dogs when both of their phones began to ring. cleo was straining against her leash for another tree as the one in front of her wasn't good enough and sidney used her other hand to answer her phone. "hey michelle, what's goin' on?" it was very rare for michelle, sidney's head of pr to be calling her; in fact the last time they actually spoke in a business capacity was to tell her not to answer any questions about her father in the aftermath of the trial. "have you checked instagram lately?" michelle sounded frantic (but when doesn't she sound frantic?).

"no, not really. why, did something happen?" on the other end of the line, sidney could hear the clicking of a mouse and typing. "only that your baby bump is all over social media. a girl got a picture of you yesterday. i'm emailing it to you now." sidney exited the phone app and saw an email from michelle and she tapped the notification. sure enough, it was a picture of sidney from the other night, her bump on full display.

the girl who posted the picture to her x account, zoey, already had hundreds of replies under the post. the baby bump couldn't even use the excuse of being her clothes being wrinkled or a bulky coat (the last of the cool weather is dying down in new orleans). "oh shit. nick! you have to see this!" she titled the phone to her husband who pulled out her own phone and she saw him pull up x, typing her name in the app's search bar. there were thousands of impressions.

half were congratulatory while the other half were condemning the girl for exposing the couple's private joy ("this is something nick and sidney should've been able to announce for themselves. zoey should be ashamed of herself."). and of course there were the weirdos who thought sidney was "ashamed" of being pregnant and wondered why she didn't want to show off her baby. "so what do you want to do now? should we announce it?" a part of sidney wanted to share this news with the world, that she's expecting a baby with her husband, the love of her life, but the other part wanted to protect this piece of her happiness.

"i don't really see the point of announcing it. i mean, the bump is out there. i don't know what much else is there is to say, but i was hoping we could've waited until gabriella was born to say anything at all." they circled the block for a second time, trying to come up with a solution, and in the end, they still decided to wait until gabriella was born and announce her birth instead. confirming the pregnancy at this time would be pointless because, duh, people can see sidney is clearly pregnant.

they made it back home, where they were preparing dinner and talking about how gabriella should be raised. nick removed the grilled chicken breasts from the air fryer as sidney chopped and wash the vegetables. "i feel like if we had to move back to california, it wouldn't be l.a. santa barbara maybe? probably when she's older," nick mused, grabbing a pack of burger buns. sidney loves santa barbara; it would be closer to lily and her friends, but not too close to los angeles where she'd have cameras shoved in her face 24/7. "santa barbara is perfect, it's so beautiful there."

a few minutes later, they sat down to dinner in the living room, where they turned on hulu, trying to figure out what to watch before settling on shrek on peacock. they split a bag of jalapeño chips on their plates as the movie started. "we can still just announce her birth and leave it at that." and then there's also the issue of going back to work. sidney is due in new york to begin filming her show which would give her a little over a month to recover and bond with the baby.

"maybe we should hire a nanny. my parents can't take care of a baby full time, and you only have a handful of weeks to take off from the tour." nick took a few sips of his water and nodded. "maybe my parents? they can come here for a month, and maybe they can watch gabriella in shifts?" as much as sidney loves her in laws, it was a lot to ask two people to pack up and basically move to another state for a handful of months to take care of a baby. "it wouldn't hurt to ask." the nanny idea would be put on the back burner for the time being.

over the course of the movie they wondered if gabriella would like shrek, if she would be more drawn to music or acting when she was older, how she would be raised, and nick asked her how parents managed. "the only thing my parents had to really worry about was perez hilton as far as the internet was concerned, and i wasn't allowed to have a myspace page, but i found around that one anyway, but i think this is a conversation you're gonna have to have with them. or you can talk to danielle and kevin."

sidney turned her attention back to the movie, putting chips on her plate. his two oldest nieces alena and valentina are being raised in new jersey by their musician father and a mother with no ties to the entertainment industry, in the age of social media where your every move is announced by an update account, while sidney was raised in louisiana with her actor father and journalist mother, way before social media was a thing. by the time sidney decided to take acting seriously, everyone had a myspace account and facebook was in infancy. there are definitely stark differences of course, but he could see where things were equal: sidney had a normal-ish life and alena and valentina's lives are normal as well.

that's what he wants for gabriella. for her to grow up without prying eyes. he'd have to ask johnny and simone for advice and his brother for some advice.

[lovemesomesurveys]

[chasingghosts @ bzoink]

What can you smell right now?   I smell my coffee energy drink that I just took a sip of.

What was the last thing you bought online?   It’s been awhile since I’ve done any online shopping since I just haven’t been in a shopping mood. It’s not fun when you spend all day at home in bed to go shopping for new clothes or accessories. I want to be able to wear them out somewhere, ya know?

If you drink coffee, when was the last time you went a day without having one?   I drink coffee daily, which for the past several months I’ve just been having a Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink. While I was in the hospital last year for 3 months I couldn’t eat or drink anything due to a breathing tube, later on trachea tube, so those definitely felt like the longest 3 months of my life.

Do you have any appointments coming up?   Not this month. 

Do you put appointments in your phone's calendar app to remember them?   Sometimes, but for the past several months my mom has just been writing them on the marker board calendar we have hung up in my room. She’s the one who typically keeps track of that stuff for me right now.

Will you be visiting anyone's house in the next week or so?   No. I won’t be going anywhere. 

Have you ever been to a petting zoo? What animals did you pet?   Yeah, as a kid. I remember there always be goats. 

What was the last movie you saw in theatres?   Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness last year. I didn’t know not long after I’d be admitted into the hospital. 

Do you know anyone who has done a PhD?   No. My brother recently decided to go back to school for his master’s and just got accepted into the program, which is amazing.

How many unread emails are in your inbox right now?   Omg, like well over 1,000. I used be on top of my emails and kept my inbox clean, but I got lazy with it for some reason. The notification used to bother me and help me stay on track; I don’t know what happened.

What four apps do you keep on the home bar on your iPhone? (Sorry, I'm not sure if Android has an equivalent!) Contacts, call, messages, emails.  

Have you ever used Tumblr? Do you still use it today?   Nope, what’s that?

Are you tired right now?   Very. One of the things about the edibles I found that seems to be helping my anxiety also makes me extremely tired. So, I’m napping more but whatever. What else am I doing?

What's your favourite day of the week and why?   I don’t have one.

How far away is the nearest major city?   A few hours.

Do you own an electric kettle?   Nope.

Are your eyebrows wispy or bushy?   Bushy.

Have you ever lost your wallet or purse? Did you have to replace a bunch of things?   No, thankfully. 

Where are you right now? Describe the room or place to me.   I’m in bed in my room. It’s a small room with a closet, dresser, tv, window, canvas art and posters hung up, marker boards, bulletin board, a side table, an office chair, and a shit ton of medical supplies. My room is small and cluttered and I hate it. 

Do you prefer big dogs or small dogs?   As someone in a wheelchair, I personally feel most comfortable around medium sized dogs.

Are you good at understanding heavy accents? Which accents would you say you're the best at understanding?   I admittedly have a hard time sometimes, it just really depends.

Have you ever played on a real life pinball machine, or just on the computer?   A real one, yeah. 

Do you have a lot of word documents or notes on your computer?   No.

What's your favourite Ben & Jerry's flavour?   I don’t really have a particular favorite. When I was younger I loved the Phish food one.

Have you ever been to a school reunion? How was it?   No, and I have no interest in going to one.

How many nights a week do you generally cook at home?   I personally don’t cook at all.

What colour are the street signs in your neighbourhood? Are they the same all over town or do they vary?   They’re green.

Do you have good grammar and punctuation skills?   I believe so.

Have you ever tried vegan chicken? Did you like it? No, and I gotta say... it doesn’t sound appealing to me.

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[clacing]

The way I was counting down the days when u finished the book shsjsksk when that email notification came I was 🏃‍♀️ like im sorry I was excited but no ur so right.

[Light Spoilers(?)]

The book is totally incomprehensible especially when you get to the part where they're driving the bus, the way the narration switches up is hard to keep up with. Especially given how we are going from Nona's POV to about three of Nona's POV and then we snap back and just don't question that part like???

But I don’t have much to say rn because you're still processing the book and like talking about how Nona is a soup of about three and a half souls and the implication of a Percect Lyctor and the whole of John's chapters, it's all just mush until you kind of crawl through each point.

If you want like a super boiled down explanation of the book; imo it's a book meant to juxtapose Nona and who her original body is. The John chapters go into a fair amount of detail on how the series has gotten to this point(in as much as we can trust John about anything)

But like I'm so very interested in Anastasia and her connection with the 9th house and the relationship she seems to have had with The Body, given what we hear her say about Anastasia during that chapter.

Which like also goes into how Harrow is compared to Anastasia by Mercy(a less attractive Anastasia) and why Harrow and the 9th house specifically has such a nuanced relationship with the Body and the Locked Tomb.

I'm jumping around walls, I'm literally so in love with this book rn I just want to blab about it 😭

DAMN that was quick lmao No you're right the truck part is absolutely when I went from "I don't understand anything that's happening, but that's okay, I will eventually" to "Not only did I not understand anything that happened this far but it's probably only going to get worse" like I was so confused about the dynamics within BoE and the conflict Antioch had with God and the blue madness.... literally what

Having Nona as a narrator was interesting but also exhausting 'cause she also doesn't understand anything in a very different way than Gideon didn't understand anything in GTN or Harrow in HTN. 'Cause she literally doesn't know anything about anything. When they get to the Ninth she talks about stepping in a cage with bars and the floors flying up around them and I nearly had an aneurysm just trying to figure out that she was describing an elevator. And the whole book is like that 😭 I appreciate Muir's dedication to "Show, don't tell" but sometimes.... telling is just fine.....

The alternating chapters were a masterpiece though like how every piece of the story John told brought you one step closer to understanding who Nona was and sometimes paralleling her side of the story. I was so into it I could not stop reading for 7 whole hours on the train

(Also help who are the three and a half souls you're talking about.... I thought it was "just" Earth but I've since been informed that Harrow has consumed part of Gideon's soul so that's the half.... who are the other two.... Harrow and Anastasia?)

And about Harrow and The Body.... I'm so curious what the whole deal is. I don't know if I missed something but like. Alecto's soul was inside her all along somehow, right? And also. ALSO. is Harrow's love for The Body just the result of part of her soul longing for its original body. And that's why once Alecto is back in her body and she kisses Harrow Harrow isn't pleased about it. I literally realized this right now as I was typing 'cause while reading I was so convinced THIS line:

was foreshadowing that "Harrow was Alecto all along and that's why she loves The Body so much" but actually that works even if Alecto is only part of her soul. And the fact that the spirit of the literal Earth (or at least the part of it that John couldn't consume) was just chilling inside her... no wonder Harrow was so powerful and also very mentally unstable

#ntn spoilers #i'm gonna look like a fool if it turns out i've understood even less than i thought. #locked tomb

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[leonsleftbicep]

Okay this might be a little weird so sorry in advance. I haven't been following you long enough to really say what your trademark is but sometimes someone follows me and starts showing up in my notifications and for one or another reason their url gets stuck in my head. When you started following me, for some reason my brain read your url as leons left bicycle instead of bicep. I have no idea if your url is connected to any fandom or something but I can't help but keep reading it as bicycle. I don't know why Leon, whoever Leon is, would need two of them, and why the left one is important but you are now forever stuck with that association in my head 😂

Also if I am already here, I love your art! Your sketches have such a raw vibe and I love it!!! Can't wait to see more of what you do 😊

oh god that’s beautiful. leonsleftbicep came from when i was making a new email for a pinterest account and it just stuck, that was during my very big resident evil 2 hyper fixation (Leon is the first name of the protagonist in the game), and the user/url just stuck for so many things that aren't my “serious” accounts. so leons left bicep is just basically a personal joke to me, and you know ‘leon’ and ‘left’ both start with a ‘LE’ so it just fit. ‘leons left bicycle’ made me cackle, now all i can think of is leon on a bicycle with only the left handle bar and no explanation past that it was just made that way.

also thank you for the compliment on my art. i like to keep it loose and sketchy, plus i draw so fast that i just started to keep it messy, to the point that if you look closely you will see the very faint guide lines.

#the duck has thoughts #ask game

[chrysolipsist]

The Phases of This Particular Weedening

paranoid phase (usually brief for me and more "fun" than "oh shit this is real"... I'm fortunate, I think). a buzz from my phone. I got an email. For some reason I feel a sense of dread in that moment, although I have no reason why. It is a notification about a price change on a flight that I've been tracking. But when I open up the email I see a notification about tracking and for a brief moment I feel a tremendous wave of fear as I think, why is google telling me someone is tracking me?

creative thinking phase (the one that you think is extremely entertaining in the moment and think other people would appreciate but in reality that's probably not the case.). So, like, would a "furry" person prefer to go to a veterinary hospital than to the regular hospital?

the glustony phase (lust and gluttony) (the one where your senses are heightened and you know it and you are ready to write poetry about eating or fucking). We must get another piece of apple pie from the kitchen. It will be glorious, you know it will be glorious. As you mush that slice of apple and bit of crumb topping into the corners of your mouth and let the sugary goodness wash over your tongue. Imagine--and now do it. Feel the texture, notice the tartness of the granny smith apple that these were made with. The one your wife made them with because she knows you like the tartness that they impart, in fact they're your favorite kind of apple. That's because she's the sweetest and most beautiful woman on earth and you need to count your blessings instead of magnifying every bad thing that happens to you. Anyway, getting back to the pie, it really is so fucking good. Let's eat the rest of what's on our plate. Oh, fuck yes.

the reminiscent phase (the one where you simply remember, and sometimes reflect.). My grandmother was Japanese. She was born in the 1930s, before World War II, and emigrated to the US in the sixties. She often looked after me when I was young. Although I knew she could speak pretty good and proper English she tended to code-switch to this sort of relaxed "I-don't-care" mode which she used for pretty much the whole time I knew her. She got a kick out of playing dumb to people who might be irritated with her for some reason: saying "oh, so sorry" while laying the accent on extra thick. I remember she had certain funny ways of saying things. She used a lot of onomatopoeia. I remember her describing a microwave or toaster oven as "the ping" because of the sound it made. I also remember her describing a train to me when I as very young by saying 「チュウ チュウポポ」 (I won't tell you how to say it: you have to go to google translate, paste it into the Japanese side and have it speak it to hear how it sounds). and I remember her saying 「ひやひや」 referring to the feeling of being overwhelmed by a shock or surprise that proved not to be anything to actually worry about after all-- a false alarm. And I remember her telling me stories, none of the content I remember much of anymore, but they were sometimes funny, and I imagine many of them were things she heard in Japan when she was young. One of them was about a man who was asked by a king what the best feeling in the world was. The man answers that the best feeling in the world is taking a shit. The king's retainers are offended that the man say such a thing in the king's presence and are ready to punish him, but the king stops them, saying, "No--this man has spoken the truth!" And I remember putting the love seat next to the sofa to make a large bed when I stayed the night at my grandparents' house. On nights when my dad was out playing guitar in a bar somewhere, and my mom was tagging along or doing her own thing. And I remember the times with my folks picking me up, maybe sticking around for dinner. Everyone smoking, my dad drinking a Miller High Life and they ordered pizza. I'm not eating toppings at this point, I don't like it yet. Only crust. I was maybe 5 or 6 years old. I remember the console television - ZENITH - with that bricklike remote with shiny metal buttons. I have never seen any other remote like it. Having metal buttons on a TV remote these days seems unthinkable. I remember watching Barney Miller on that TV, and distinctly remember the credits with the city in the background and the fusion-jazz theme. A sound I liked even then and still today, anything with a Rhodes piano and a funky bass line is extraordinarily appealing to my ears.

the suddenly very talkative phase (the one where you could talk to anyone about anything and it would be the most interesting conversation you've ever heard. Or you can talk about yourself in excruciating detail--way more than anyone would need to know). So tell me about what you do for a living. Oh, you're a grocery clerk in the produce department? I used to do that job. I did that job for about five years, close to six years. Through most of college including the first year of grad school. Even though I was getting an assistantship I worked in the grocery store on the weekends because I liked having the extra money. Although that assistantship check paid more than I'd ever made in my entire life to that point working at the grocery store--and everybody knows grad students get paid like shit, so you can only imagine what it's like being a grocery store clerk trying to get ahead. Especially when they take your fucking hours away at times when it's supposedly "light" even though your store is always busy as fuck because there's no other competing store anywhere in the area to take away customers so that's bullshit. Like it was going to ruin the company by you getting a whopping extra $25 for those four fucking hours while the fucking cash registers in the front are sending two dozen $100 customers out the door every twelve minutes (or something like that). Oh yes, I have a friend who still does that job in the same fucking store and it sounds as miserable as it ever was. The only good thing about that job was that I made friends there and liked working with everyone in the store. All of the store workers were great. But the upper management... actually, there wasn't anything wrong with the upper management at the store level. It was all the regional people coming in and telling them what to do, micromanaging all the details of the operation of the store as if the people that actually work in a fucking store all day don't know what they're doing as opposed to you fuckers going from store to store and doing nothing but poking your goddamn noses into every little thing acting like you're doing some kind of 1910s scientific management with a fucking stopwatch. But you know fuck-all about anything you're talking about because you've never done it yourself in the middle of a pre-holiday rush. Fuck you. Fuck. You. FUCK. YOU.

the meta phase (self-explanatory). Oh christ I have to come up with some other phases of being high. But they have to be entertaining, and not encourage me to go into embarrassing personal details or depressing things. Like some of your health issues. Like why do you get kidney stones and why do you get these other symptoms that no one wants to read about and look at you doing that thing you said you didn't want to do, you're doing it right now, stop it! Think about something else-- we don't want to ruin our high by dwelling on problems, we can think about those some other time. Oh shit now we're not writing a good example of the "meta" phase anymore are we? Okay, now we are again. Is this sustainable? How long can I go on before I run out of words to belch out about being in this "meta" phase? Probably not that long, so I better come up with some other phases to do. Or maybe I'm just allowing myself to drift from one node to another in my high, like as the neural networks within myself are being stimulated and new connections open through branches they weren't going through before... Oh look now we're going into another phase just now, let's give it a name and keep going.

the weed scientist phase (where you come to a deeper understanding of being high through your lived experience). Yes, I have theories about what's going on right now. Like, your unconscious mind being like a sort of fluid in constant motion, with waves on the surface that occasionally wash up a few thoughts on the shore of your mind. Your conscious mind is only the thin skin on a nucleus containing multitudes. [Wow, what a great phrase!] Being high is like wind blowing against the waves, washing more stray thoughts ashore. Things you might not have thought about before, or thought about in that way, emerge from the ether of your unspeaking mind.

the wandering phase (where every topic is a precarious touchstone). I remember once hearing a British guy use the word "might'nt" and I thought, wow, I can't imagine an American using that particular contraction, although "might not" is by no means an unusual phrase to use in American English. Another peculiar sort of phrasing I rarely hear in British English is a curious use of the word "do." There's a video recording of some old British people with a phone or camera or something trying to record video, and one of them says something like "I don't know whether it lets you take pictures," and another one says "but it must do." In the classic Dr. Who episode "Spearhead from Space" you can hear The Brigadier utter the words "but he can't do." I feel like the phrasing "but it must" or "but it must do that" sound normal but "but it must do" has an unusual tempo to it. Breaking the iambic pentameter! That's what it's doing! Think about it. "But, it-must." "But, it-must, do-that." Those phrases make sense in an English meter! But, consider: "but, it-must, do."

the introspective phase. (the one where you converse with yourself). What doors hath this substance unlocked? Imagine what could happen if you could think with your whole mind. We are figuring things out naturally--barely thinking about them, we perceive the solution instantly and can readily describe it. Is this stuff making me temporarily smarter? (I do worry it may dull memory.) What if intelligence is just the set point for the amount of "mental surface area" you have, and what if this expanding it or allowing a new substrate for connections to form? Were that the case it would probably come at some cost. I wonder if this flexing of the brain is damaging in the long run. I do wonder if my increased use of late has made me more forgetful. I sometimes feel like it takes me longer to recall names. But we're talking about things like some actor or actress in some movie or maybe something that happened ten years ago. Not about fresh memories about people and things closer at hand. Anyhow I think you are writing pretty articulately, certainly with more verbal poise than you normally infuse in your quotidian technical writing. Maybe this stuff doesn't make you more intelligent but it may either rebalance or move your center from the left side of your brain to the right. But there was once a time in your life when you felt that you were definitely right-brained and not left-brained. Today you feel more left-brained, or at least in the center.

the tired of doing the "phase" thing and am ready to just free-form phase. (Sick of the gimmick). Back to reality. This will have to be the last time we do this for a while. We can't sustain this. And you definitely don't need to eat tons of junk food. Hey, lay off. I didn't eat badly today. I had a crepe for lunch and some sushi for dinner. And then a couple pieces of pie, then a few servings of pretzels before you remembered there was cold pizza in the fridge and wouldn't that just go down great right now--the bites from the center of the pizza seem better cold than when hot and floppy. At least from this place. But unfortunately this is the best pizza place we really have in this town. Or at least the most convenient one to order delivery from. Anyway yes I know I probably ought not to do this so much. So tell you what. We won't get stoned tomorrow. We'll give it a few days and do something else. Either that or we can stick to just a half dose so we can continue doing normal things without getting worked into a "oh, I'm high now so I better make the most of it" like why do you always have to optimize your experience? Why can't you just passively accept things as they are in the moment. Sometimes I do that-- I tell myself, don't optimize, just experience. But there's a part of me that always thinks, oh, it could just be this much better... and I spent more effort in curating my high than actually experiencing it. Maybe let someone else be the DJ and just let it wash over you.

The tired of writing this phase.

#weed thoughts

[offlineswiss]

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