#but i knew if i fucked up even minutely then id lose it and get overwhelmed

[hella1975]

worked four sections today bc we were so understaffed. i had 20 tables. a normal section is about 5/6 tables. the way i didn't maul anyone will go down in the guiness book of world records as strongest silly guy alive

#MY FEET HURT!!! #like my sister worked at a HUGE place one time and she had around 20 tables to a section #and she has complained loudly and at length that it's just not something that works #like a single waitress CANNOT take a section that big especially when it consists of tables ranging from 2 people #to 15 people like that's a ridiculous amount of customers relying on a single amount of staff #and that was in a place that was BUILT TO WORK LIKE THAT #MY PLACE IS VERY MUCH NOT BUILT TO WORK LIKE THAT #WE HAVE ONE WAITRESS TO A SECTION AND TWO ON THE BIGGER SECTION NORMALLY! NOT THIS! #IT WAS INSANE #i was soooo lucky we werent busy bc it meant i wasn't slammed off my feet but there was a constant flow of things to do #like i could JUST keep up with the tide of it if that makes sense #but i knew if i fucked up even minutely then id lose it and get overwhelmed #not a fun position to be in #ALSO I DROPPED A FUCKING PLATE #FOUR YEARS OF WAITRESSING AND I FINALLY DROPPED A PLATE IM GONNA KILL MYSELF #IT'S BC THIS BOY WAS TRYING TO BE NICE BY STACKING HIS PLATES BUT HE DID IT IN SUCH A TWATTY WAY #AND THEIR TABLE WAS LITERALLY THEE FARTHEST ONE FROM THE KITCHEN I NEVER STOOD A CHANCE TRULY #IT WAS MORTIFYING THE TABLE NEXT TO WHERE I DROPPED IT WERE SO ANNOYING ABOUT IT #like they were TOO nice about it the bloke asked me like 4 times if i was okay i was like YES IM FINE STOP TALKING ABOUT IT #then i dropped a wine glass like an hour later should've just quit right there and then #the lad i was on shift with went for his fag break at one point and i was joking with him like 'oh you slacking off?' #this boy goes 'im having a fag break for each thing you break' COME ON 😭😭😭 #i am hateful today. i am very sleepy #hella slaves to capitalism

[gisellaswrld]

we rush back to each other; in our hearts it was real.

af11 | after adam comes to michigan for a small visit, he makes talking to you hard to avoid.

(a/n this is a part two. part one can be found here)

Adam was so grateful to get the chance to do an honorary puck drop at a Michigan game. He was excited to see his old teammates play again and be around the campus. Yet, only one priority clouded his mind.

You.

You knew Adam would be back in Ann Arbor. Fuck, you even felt his presence, even if he was staying with his brother. The thought made you sick to your stomach in embarrassment.

Adam didn't even attempt to reach out after your pathetic attempt to show him you missed him. It was so embarrassing to you. You spent three nights crying in your room, sobbing to the point you were dry heaving.

This really proved you two were done, for good.

You were wasting away your day, rotting in your dorm room. It was freezing cold too, you wanted to feel the coldness as a way of suffering.

A constant vibrating came from your phone. Which, in your mind, was strange. Considering the fact your phone had sat on DND for the past week.

The call was sent through again and you finally reached over to grasp the device. The caller ID belonged to no other than Luca Fantilli. You let a slew of curse words fall from your lips, answering the phone.

"Hi, Y/N! Whatcha doin'?" Luca's excited voice rang into the speaker, practically causing you lose your hearing. "Rotting in bed, why?" You grumbled, flipping over to switch on your lamp.

You heard the sound of whispering in the background. You knew it was Adam.

"I have those Bio notes! I'll drop them outside your door." Luca informed, causing you to roll your eyes. "I don't want them, I told you that," You complained, a cough coming from your throat.

"Too bad! I'll knock and leave. You won't even have to see me!" Luca spoke, yet, you knew he wasn't being truthful. Luca loved to bother people, well, not necessarily bother. He just loved to talk and talk.

"Right, okay. Got it," You replied, not convinced by his story, hanging up the phone. You slumped back into your bed, running your hands down you face. “Fuck.”

After about thirty minutes, you heard the incessant knocking on the door. You didn’t bother to get up, considering Luca said he’d drop off the “bio notes.” After a few minutes, the knocking started again.

With a groan, you climbed out of your bed. Your feet touched the cold ground, causing a shiver to shake your body. Not bothering to look in the peep hole, you pulled the door open.

Except, it wasn’t Luca standing outside of the door. Not this time. This time it was Adam, not holding any stack of papers. Out of instinct, you shut the door back in his face.

Your heart twisted, pounding rapidly against your chest. It took him a week to reach out after you sent what could possibly be the most embarrassing video in your life.

“Open the door, please.” Adam’s voice spoke from across the door. Your hand was placed on the door handle, hesitant to pull it open. Without much thinking, you opened the door once more.

“Hi, Adam.” You spoke, eyes looked on him.

Adam ran a hand through his hair, his eyes examining your body. You looked much more frail since the last time he’d seen you. Your eyebags were deep and purple, your face sunken in.

“Can we talk?”

You looked back down at your feet, lips pursed together. You lifted your shoulders, shrugging at the boy. “What is there to talk about?” You asked.

“Let me come in,” Adam pressed. He wanted to just grab you and keep you with him all the time. Before he watched your video, Adam swore he was better off without you. But now? Adam didn’t want to do anything if you weren’t by his side.

You sighed, taking a step back from the door, beckoning Adam inside. Adam slipped off his shoes, shrugging off his coat. Your eyes attentively watched him, swallowing harshly.

Adam still looked like the same old boy who let you walk out of his life. He looked healthy, had great vibe radiating off of him. It made you sick to think that while you’ve been crying in your room, he’s probably perfectly fine.

“What do you want to talk about?” You spoke, your voice cracking as the words got stuck in your throat.

“Do you still love me?” Adam asked, keeping at least an arm’s length distance between the two of you. “Well, of course-“ Your words cut off by him.

“Why haven’t you ever said anything?” His voice seems to have been laced with anger, which caused you to feel much too small in his presence. He spoke to you like you were being scolded.

“Because you seem fine without me. There was no reason-“

“Except there is. Because I miss you, so fucking much. And then here you go, making a small little video that has been stuck on my mind since I’ve seen it. Why did you have to do that? Why did it have to be that way?” Adam pressed, his face screwed up in confusion.

“Because I was never going to tell you. Then Luca asked me to be in the video, then your mom even asked me to do it as well. I couldn’t just say no.” You explained, your fingers rubbing at your eyes to try to prevent the tears from starting to spill. You had to be strong.

“Why did it have to be a secret?” Adam’s voice cracked ever so slightly, causing your body to fill up with rage. How dare he get to be upset when he was the one who planned to leave you? He was the one who left you cold and alone in Michigan.

“Adam! You don’t get to be upset about this! You don’t! You are the one who planned to leave! You had this figment in your fucking imagination that somehow we wouldn’t work. But fucking look at me! Do I look healthy? Do I look better now that you are gone? I don’t!” You shook your head, a scoff pausing your words. “And for me to stand here, still fighting for some relationship that didn’t mean anything to you? Gosh, it’s pathetic.” You groaned.

“Adam I think you need to go,” You were able to muster out, gently pushing him towards the door. Your hands were pressed against his chest has you attempted to push him out. “No, no, I’m staying,” Adam wrapped his hands over your wrists, holding his ground.

“Adam, go,” You stated once more, give another attempt to push him out. “No.” Adam deadpanned, his heart aching as he looked down at you. “Why can’t you let me move on!” You cried, falling against his chest, the tears finally stinging your eyes as they fell down your chest.

Adam caught you as you fell forward, his arms wrapping around your shaking body. His hand was pressed to the back of your head, holding you as you sobbed into his chest. “Because maybe we weren’t meant to move on from each other,” Adam quietly spoke, a sad frown appearing on his face.

“Don’t say that,” You managed to choke out.

“I mean it. We aren’t meant to move on, we were meant to be together. I made the horrible mistake to let you go, to push you away from me. But, I’ve missed you every single day. I’ve regretted it since,” Adam explained himself, listening as your crying slowed. He could tell your breathing calmed down, your heart beating at a steady rate. “I’m not asking you to forgive me, I’m just asking to give me another chance,” Adam added to her previous statement.

You took a step back, looking at him through your foggy eyes. At any moment, it looked like he would get down on his knees and beg. You racked your brain for any sort of direction on how to move forward. You love Adam, that has never changed. You missed him every day, hoping that he’d do exactly what he was doing now.

How could you let yourself miss the opportunity?

“Adam, how could we even work it out? Maybe you were right along, that the distance would be too much.” You sighed, wiping some of the tears from under your eyes. “Would it be any worse than how it is now? We can figure it out, Y/N.” Adam pleaded, taking a step towards you.

You looked down, chewing on your bottom lip. He had a point. Dealing with the short distance would be nothing compared to the literal lack of Adam you’ve been dealing with. Nothing can compare to the hurt and pain you’ve pushed yourself into.

“Okay,” You mumbled, trying to find words to speak. “We can try again. But I swear Adam, if at any point it becomes too much, we have to - we have to talk.” You sternly spoke, looking back up at him.

“Yes, yes. We will talk, we will work it out. I promise, I will make sure of it,” Adam nodded, his eyes turning a small bit brighter than usual. You give him a small smile, connecting the small bit of distance between the both of you with a tight hug. Adam quickly pulled you into his grasp, holding you like you’d fall into the ground if he let go.

“I’ve missed you so much, I’ve missed you more than anything,” Adam spoke into your hair, placing a quick peck to the top of your head. “I’ve missed you too, you big sap,” You had a joking tone to your voice.

“Can we prank Luca before we tell him we worked things out?” You spoke, looking up at Adam with a mischievous expression. Adam raised his eyebrows, nodding quickly. “Hell yeah, but first-“ Adam paused, looking around the room, almost like he was suddenly nervous again.

“What?” You curiously asked, furrowing your brows as you looked at him. Adam shrugged, his hand moving to rest on your cheek. He leaned in, his lips pressing compassionately to your lips. You gripped onto his biceps, quickly melting into his embrace.

Adam pulled away, his cheeks a light tint of red. “Alright, now time to mess with Luca.”

#nhl #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #hockey #hockey imagines #adamfantilli #adam fantilli blurb #adam fantilli x reader #adam fantilli imagine #adam fantilli #luca fantilli #luca fantilli x reader #umich imagine #umich hockey #umich wolverines #umich boys #umich blurbs

[biggiedraws]

WHO was gonna tell me theres a fucking soukoku snow white scene in dead apple. who was gonna fucking tell me. i didnt watch dead apple the first time i watched the show (anime watch orders will be the death of me i swear) but i finally got around to it and im losing my goddamn mind. its like a one minute scene but it has SO MUCH. chuuya uses corruption even though ango told him dazai was probably dead??? dazai knew to keep the antidote in his mouth because he knew chuuya would come find him and punch him in the face??? the level of mutual trust is UNREAL. and then dazai wakes up and touches chuuyas face to undo the corruption and they like halfheartedly tease each other because theyre IDIOTS who cant ever be genuine with their feelings..... "you used corruption, believing in me? how beautiful. [i knew you would come for me]" "yeah, i did. i believed in your disgusting vitality and craftiness. [enough to stake my life on it]" "that was a somewhat violent way of waking snow white. [thank you for saving me]" "youre the one who hid an antidote in your mouth, knowing id punch you. [im glad youre alive]" theyre so affectionate i am going to throw up

and thats not even mentioning chuuya landing face first in dazais crotch and dazai HOLDING HIM THERE????? i dont even have anything to say about that whole exchange. who wrote this fucking movie i just wanna talk

anyway look at this official art. the snow white parallel is making me insane i cannot believe this is actually canon. yeah they didnt kiss, but did snow white intentionally let herself get poisoned because she knew the prince would save her??? its literally more romantic this way change my mind

#they make me so ill #biggie stop getting queerbaited challenge!! (FAILED) #bsd #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #bsd dead apple

[jaeeyaaasworld]

Toxic - LH44

Featuring: Lewis Hamilton x Y/n

Warnings: Y/n is right out of a toxic and abusive relationship, Lewis is a sweetheart (we stan), former overweight Y/n, Lewis is a bit of a simp (but we love it, come on)

Requested: Yes/No

Lewis' phone started ringing randomly as soon as he entered his own house after a date with his girlfriend Y/n, he actually invited her over for the night, but she said that she would've liked to rest a bit in her own home, so he just accepted it and drove to his house after a goodbye kiss from his lover.

he took his phone out of his pocket, his eyebrows furrowing at seeing the caller id, but he quickly picked up the phone.

"hey, baby. are you okay? did something happen?"

the concern could be heard in the driver's voice, knowing what Y/n's past boyfriend did to her and how he treated her, the worry was high, he was expecting anything.

"uhm... yeah, I have a problem"

she started, her voice was trembling, it felt like she was crying. her words were enough to make Lewis take the car keys that he threw in their place and rush out of his house, quickly making his way down the stairs.

"what type of problem exactly?"

Lewis asked back, trying his best to not sound too worried and worry his girlfriend even more, just as he got to his car and started driving towards Y/n's house.

"he is... threatening me that he will come here and break into my house because he saw me around with you. I-I don't know what to do"

Y/n was panicking at this point, practically sobbing while being on the phone with him. hearing her like this broke his heart and he quickly found himself pushing the pedal on the floor to reach his girl as fast as possible, hoping he would be faster than that asshole would be.

"it's okay baby, I'm coming over, alright? no one will be able to touch you when I'm around, okay? I'm almost in front of your house, give me five minutes, hold on"

he said as he got closer and closer to her house. as soon as he reached her front yard, he parked the car and got out in a rush, almost knocking the door down to get in.

"no, you have to come with me"

Lewis heard a male voice shouting, and he knew that some shit was about to go down. he quickly looked around the room, finding a baseball bat just sitting around in his girlfriend's living room, he couldn't leave it there, so he took it with him.

his shoulder pushed the door of the master bedroom open, the bat hidden behind his back, didn't want to scare the boy there.

"hey, man. could you explain what you're doing in my girlfriend's house?"

he calmly asked. the man turned around, his jaw clanched and his eyes were spitting fire. as he moved, Lewis could get a glimpes of Y/n sitting on the ground, her beautiful bottom lip was busted. he couldn't have that, his blood was boiling.

"nah man. this whore is your girlfriend? I'm telling you: when we fucked, before you got here and all that stuff, I couldn't even stand to look at her face, I always had to think about someone else. I don't think you hit a jackpot with this one"

Y/n's ex started, Lewis' eyes narrowed as he listened to him speak.

"listen- you are a handsome man, you could get any girl you want. leave this one to me, you ain't losing anything special, trust me"

he finished his little speech.

"so... Noah? is that the name?"

Lewis asked the man in front of him, Y/n never told him his name and he didn't want to know, he just said a random name to piss him off.

"Derek... but whatever"

her ex said, a huge sigh leaving his mouth.

"oh- so Derek, I really suggest you to get out of here now that I'm still in my senses"

a chuckle left the man's lips.

"come on, man. I'm giving you an offer that you can't decline, I could get this one off your shoulders"

he said pointing his finger to Y/n, still on the floor with her knees up to her chest.

"Derek, I don't want to get to violence, it's really not my cup of tea. but you leave me no choice"

Lewis slowly pulled the bat out from behind his back, swirling it around while taking a good look at it. a little shiver run down Derek's back, it was so deep that he could see that too and it made a little smile come up to his lips.

"woah, t-there's no need for that"

Derek said, his hands in front of him to put a little distance between them while Lewis extended his hand, waiting for something, just to earn a confused expression from the man.

"the keys"

he said, the man understood. he took out Y/n's house keys from his pocket and threw them over to Lewis, as he cought them effortlessly.

"now get out of here"

the man nodded his head, getting out of the room with Lewis' eyes following his every movement till he was out the front door. in that moment he left everything that was in his hands on the ground and rushed to his girlfriend, his hands cupping her cheeks.

"could you tell me what happened, love?"

he softly asked, his thumb caressing her lower lip and wipe some bit of blood that was resting there.

"he slapped me, and called me names. can I come to yours tonight?"

she cut everything short, not wanting to talk about it, so he just let her be.

"sure, honey. you can come whenever you want"

after a month

it was finally time for Lewis' summer break and he couldn't wait to take Y/n to a little trip to Rome, he couldn't wait to go himself. as soon as they got off the plane he took the car he rented for the trip and drove to the five star hotel he booked for them.

"how does this look, baby?"

he asked his girl with a smile on his face. Lewis watched Y/n get on the balcony and lean on the railing to watch the scenery in front of them; one of the busy streets of Rome and a big old palace in front of their hotel.

his hands placed themselves on both his girlfriend's sides, his chin resting gently on her shoulder.

"it looks amazing, I can't wait to go visit around"

she said, excitement could be heard in her voice as she couldn't keep it in.

"let's go than, we will grab something to eat at the cute restaurant that you saw earlier and go visit around after"

he said, patting her on her butt and leaving a kiss to her cheek as he left her on the balcony to take the car keys, his wallet and his phone.

Y/n got in from the balcony and took everything she needed and put it in her purse, reaching her boyfriend that was waiting for her in front of the door. he intertwined their hands together and walked out the door towards the car.

at the restaurant

the couple was seated on a table as the menus were resting in their hands. Lewis put down his as he chose what he wanted to eat.

"I think I'll take a carbonara, I really want to see how it is"

he said, his elbows resting on the table as he leaned on it, Y/n smiling at him as she chose.

"I think a salad will do for me"

she finally said, making Lewis tilt his head in disapproval.

"baby"

Lewis said back to her, it almost sounded like a warning but filled with love and affection.

"what?"

Y/n asked back, a small chuckle leaving her lips as she placed down the menu to look at her boyfriend's face and intertwine their fingers on the table.

"you can have that as a side dish alright? pick something real first"

he said again, his thumb caressing the back of Y/n's hand, as she taught about what to eat again.

"a cacio e pepe than"

she finally agreed, making Lewis smile and kiss his girlfriend's knuckles.

"see? good girl"

later that night, back at the hotel

Y/n and Lewis got back at the hotel that was almost midnight, after they had a romantic dinner date over a wine glass. they didn't even get it that Lewis already stopped her by placing himself in front of the girl, his hands engulfing hers.

"I asked the room service to run a romantic bath in the jacuzzi that we have in here, so... how about you go change in that bikini that I bought you today and jump in with me, mh?"

he asked, inching closer every passing second. as soon as he got a little nod from Y/n, he gently placed his lips on hers.

"great, I'll be waiting for you there, alright?"

Lewis asked again, a big smile splitting his face in half, just like Y/n.

"alright"

she whispered back, as he walked to the jacuzzi and she walked into the bedroom to change into the bikini. she put the bikini on, but when she saw her image in the mirror in front of her, she could only see the old 'fat ass' that she was a year ago.

Y/n put on two punds since she got with Lewis, that always encouraged her to eat properly and not just some shitty salad or whatever. her hands gripped on her stomach and on her thighs.

"love, are you not comi- oh, damn, those curves"

Lewis asked, walking into the room and finding his lover in the best bikini that he ever saw, he couldn't be more grateful to himself for buying everything his girl even glanced at.

his hands slided onto her sides and her thighs as his lips met her shoulder, kissing softly as his naked chest came in contact with her back.

"you look so good, I might just- baby, what's that look?"

he asked as his eyes met hers through the mirror and he saw the sadness, disappointment and guilt.

"you wanna know how much I gained since we got together, Lewis?"

she started, a sad smile on her face making Lewis let out a little chuckle.

"I actually don't, I can't really see it anyway. and if you have gained a pound, it's going in the right places, baby"

Lewis said, smacking her butt as a laugh left her lips.

"come on, let's go. I need this cute little ass on my lap while I'm sitting in a jacuzzi, right now"

he added, patting her ass gently as she started walking towards the jacuzzi, leaving Lewis some feets behind her.

"damn, I'm a lucky man"

#formula 1 #formula one #formula 1 x you #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x y/n #mercedes #mercedes formula one #mercedes f1 #lh44

[icysinner]

this game is boring.

#ID: just megumi not understanding the appeal of animal crossing — and you try to get him to understand.

warnings: megumi being a pessimist and not appreciating animal crossing

nya note: uh this is OLDDDDD, i wrote it in like april & nvr dropped.

“you already said you would. come onnnn.” you whined, already holding the joycons to your nintendo switch. megumi promised he’d play animal crossing, even if it was only for a couple minutes. he didn’t understand the appeal of animal crossing at all, it was so quiet and boring. “i know, i know.” megumi responded, sitting on the couch in front of the tv. “so.. what do i do?” he asked, looking at you and then at the tv, both like he was looking at a trigonometry equation.

“i haven’t fished, or talked to my villagers, or checked my nook store today.” you said, as you made your character walk around the island. “oh, that’s you? why are your eyes so big?” megumi asked, a wide grin on his face because he knew he was just nit picking the game to annoy you. “it’s a game, ‘gumi, how realistic do you think it can be?” you rolled your eyes at his comment, making your character walk around and pick up shells off the beach.

“okay, you take the controller now.. um, there isn’t much you can do that’ll mess with my stuff.” you said, handing him the joycons and watching him play the game. “okay.. i’m gonna shake this tree.” megumi said, shaking an apple tree, making the apples fall from the top, “will something else happen if i keep shaking?” he continued, still shaking the tree until a wasps’ nest came from it. “what the fuck? why didn’t you tell me that was gonna happen?” the tone of his voice made you laugh, he sounded like he was genuinely serious about this game he was just saying was ‘pointless’.

“if i told you, it would take away the whole point of this.” you replied, watching him make the character run away — seemingly in defeat — from the tree. “i shook a tree, what else do you do in this game?” megumi said, his eyes glued to the screen and the bright colors radiating from it. “get the net and catch some bugs.” you said, watching him navigate (the long way) to get the pink net from your inventory. you watched him walk around the map, catching a couple bugs and losing the majority of them.

“there’s spiders in this? can i catch it?” megumi asked, his tone full of interest for someone who was previously calling the game boring. “you can try, i’ve never caught one before.” you replied, sitting back and watching him approach the spider. as he got closer to the spider and it became more apparent on the screen, it darted towards the character and bit it. “this game is violent as fuck, why are all the bugs so mean?” megumi asked, his voice full of defeat. “you put up a good fight, baby. maybe you’re just not built for this.” you joked as he handed the joycons back to you. “can i teach you how to play overwatch now?” he asked, a pleading smile on his face as you rolled your eyes.

#nya writes #jjk x black reader #jjk first years #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk #megumi x reader #megumi x black reader #megumi x y/n #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi

[starsomens]

Okay since you're asking, who am I to not give you some ideas?

So Id love to read something more drammatic if you feel confy. Like scenario: noah goes to the grocery with the kids and meets someone he knows like Davis or anyone else. Got distracted for 2 minutes and BAM. His baby girl is missing.

Classical moment in which a kid goes lost for 5 minutes but the parent freak out.

A/N: I think this formed more like a drable than anything else but enjoy!!

" 'kay princess ready to get groceries?" he asked as he unbuckles her seatbelt in her car seat. You were at home after a very stressful week, so he picked up the errand with your 5 year old daughter Eden. Usually when Noah comes food shopping it's on his own so he could surprise you with flowers, or your favorite snack.

He walks hand in hand with her through the parking lot. Once they were inside he grabs a cart and asks her

"You wanna ride in the cart or you wanna walk?" he always asks her which option she wanted. He thought if he gave her a sense of independence in her choices, she'll be confident in her decisions.

"Mmmm walk!" she said with a bright smile

Noah loved when she smiled that way "Okay princess just stay close okay?" she nods and in they go. Noah liked to involved Eden in his day to day errands. She helped pick apples and some vegetables. They even went to see the lobsters in the tank for a while. He'd watch her walk in front of the cart and just admire how big she's getting.

She used to sit in her car seat on top of the shopping cart, now she's pointing at her favorite juice and snacks all on her own.

"Daddy, can we get snackies?" Eden asked as they passed the candy and snack aisle

"We will baby, just have to grab some other things and we can get your favorite cookies okay?" he said to her

"Okay papa." she answered. They stop at the sanitary aisle and picked some babywipes, make up wipes and he knew you needed some pads, but you recently changed.

"shit" he mumbled to himself and pulled his phone out to call you "hey babe, what size pussy do you wear again?....HAHA it’s fine no one is around….yeah I see those but not the new ones you're using....okay they have regular, plus and ulta....regular alright...okay see you soon, love you..bye" he tosses the pack into the cart and clapped his hands together

"Alright sweetheart lets go pick some cookies..." he expected to hear her cheery voice but didn't get an answer. He looked around him and did see her.

.....WHERE WAS SHE?!

"Eden?" he called looking up and down the aisle. Nothing. "Eden!" he called again

His heart was racing and his mind was going to every place possible. He pushed the cart and rushed to the cookie aisle to see if she was there

"Eden?" not in the cookie aisle....fuck. FUCK! She wasn't there! Normally Noah was calm and collected but this was his baby girl! He's rushing through the store trying to spot her beautiful head of hair, her precious laugh, something!

Oh god and if you found out, you'd rip his head off! How could he lose sight of her?! He was always so careful, always had her near him, never left his sight!

He rushed to customer service and cut some people in line

"Uh yeah I..I." he didn't even know how to form it "My daughter I lost her.. I-I don't know where she is, is there an announcement that could be made? A place to Look o-or-"

"Daddy!" He spins around and sees his little girl. his little Eden, his princess! She runs to him and he scoops her up in his arms. He held her so close, breathed in her scent of soft lavender. his little arms around his neck and he felt such relief as if he could drop to the floor right there. This tiny human in his arms was his absolute world and even the thought of something happening to her terrified him.

"Princess, why did you run off?!" he didn't mean to sound harsh, he was just afraid

"I-I wanted to b..*snif* a big girl a-and, get snack," he rubbed her eyes "i couldn't..f-find y-you" her voice cracks as fat tears spilled from her eyes. his large thumbs wipe them away and he kisses her head

"It's okay baby," he cooed "you're with me, it's okay"

He finished the shopping and got the snacks like he had promised. He put her back in her car seat and bought her a happy meal. By the time he had gotten home, she was fast asleep after such an ordeal had gone down.

"So how was the trip?" you asked putting Eden down on couch so she could keep sleeping. While Noah put things away, you coming to help him

"Well it was...." he thought for a second "....quite a trip."

"You don't say" you say feeling skeptical. While you were still putting things away he just blurts out

"...she wandered off and I lost her for about 5 minutes-"

"WHAT?!"

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[wandas-luvr]

you know just how to be cruel

pairing: leigh shaw x fem!reader

summary: leigh comes over in the middle of the night to ask you a favor.

warnings: 18+ minors dni! soft(ish)dom!leigh (she is still her regular amount of mean), idk probably mommy kink undertones because that's how i live now, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), praise, criminal amounts of teasing, leigh being a rude, condescending bitch but she makes it up to you, leigh being unrightfully possessive (but it's okay bc it's hot), mediocre aftercare bc leigh

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you look at the clock on your phone as you hear a loud, repetitive knock at your door. you ignore it, deciding no good could come from suspicious knocking at 3:45 am on a thursday, sighing and turning over, getting sucked back into whatever trashy reality tv show was coming on.

then your phone buzzes. once. twice. three times in the span of a minute. before you even get the chance to pick it up to see who it is, you receive a call. you look at the caller id suspiciously: leigh shaw. you click to answer immediately, having heard the news about her husband just recently, wondering if she was calling after missing your condolences call when you were told.

before you could even get a word out you here her voice on the other end of the line. short and clipped, no room to argue or joke with her.

"i'm outside, let me in, it's cold out."

you get up and walk to the door, eyebrows furrowed, wondering why on earth leigh shaw would show up to your door at this hour, especially after what had happened with matt. upon opening you see leigh, clearly upset, but not appearing to be sad. the only thing you can see in her eyes is anger.

"leigh, what are you..?" you cut yourself off, not wanting to upset her more or make her feel unwelcome, "are you okay?"

she scoffs at you, rolling her eyes and walking straight past you into your home.

"don't do that, you know better."

you sigh, clearly, this would not be a very pleasant night.

"you're right, i'm sorry. i'll ask again, but if you get pissed, remember you're the one who told me to say it. what the fuck are you doing here?"

"better. lose the tone next time though, it's not cute on you. i need you to do me a favor."

you chuckle slightly, trying to lighten the mood or at least diffuse the tension the elephant in the room has been creating since she stepped into your apartment.

"awfully big talk for someone who is very rudely asking me for a favor."

"my husband died a month ago, i don't have to ask your permission to be bitter. and last time i checked, you weren't in charge of me."

you knew exactly what she was talking about. before she had met matt, she asked you to experiment with her, leading you through a series of heartbreaks and letdowns until you couldn't face it anymore and left her. throughout the six months the two of you were "together" she took you on a totally of five dates, showing up late to three of them. you had begun to feel like all she used you for was sex, and you simply couldn't bear it anymore. not when you were aching for her to love you the way she told you she did.

you look away, biting your lip, taking a deep breath to collect yourself. you didn't want to set her off, and she clearly wasn't in the right place to hear that she wasn't in charge of you either.

she walks towards you slowly, lifting your chin to encourage you to look up into her eyes, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"you know what i'm here for, baby." she smiled, sickeningly sweet, with a condescending scrunch of her eyebrows and nod of her head. "the question is: are you gonna give it to me? hm?"

you freeze, you feel your chest constricting and can hear yourself swallow thickly, as you consider. ethically, you know it's wrong. you know it will only crush you and give leigh the quick distraction shes looking for, nothing more, but you can't help it. everything about her makes you lightheaded and weak in the knees, and you knew she'd take care of you, she always had been so generous.

"leigh...i don't think-"

"shh, baby, that's why it's perfect. you don't need to think with me, remember?" she looks into your eyes, looking for any signs of true unwillingness, before pressing the softest of kisses just behind your ear. you can feel her smile against your skin as your breath hitches, or course she remembered.

"love..?" she trails off, waiting for some sign of a response from you, settling for a simple look into her eyes. "are you gonna let me fuck you? make you feel good just like i used to?"

you bite your lip, nodding, mumbling a quiet "please.."

you watch the grin spread across her face, she knew she had you the moment you opened the door.

"see! i knew you'd remember how much you missed me!" she pushes you back toward your couch, leading you to sit on the arm as she stands between your legs, wrapping you up in a deep, heated kiss. "hmmm, that's my girl."

you almost retort, going to tell her she has no right to call you that, when, as if she could sense it, she tugged on your hair, clearly a preventative warning to watch your mouth.

as a reward for your obedience, you feel her lips start to move downward, drifting to your cheek, then your jaw, down to your neck, clearly leaving bruises in her wake.

she chuckles against your skin, hot breath tickling your neck, when you instinctively tip your head to give her more room. smiling at the way she'd created a pattern of muscle memory in you that would never fade no matter how many years passed.

you feel her hands untangle from your hair and drop to your thighs, before she pulls back to look at you: flushed and breathless before she'd even started with you. she gently rubs her thumbs in place, causing you to squirm towards her, barely stifling an embarrassing whine. you internally cringe as you can see the gears turning in her head, watching her piece together your reactions, before she gasps softly, clearly having figured you out.

"awww, sweetheart, it's been a while hasn't it? no one's touched you in so long, i bet you're just soaked," her hands drift towards your pajamas shorts, her fingers pulling the flimsy material aside to get a pick at your panties. "oh, honey, look at you. you made such a mess for me! oh, i bet you're just aching, aren't you?"

you nod, canting your hips up as you feel her fingertips barely ghosting along the gusset of your panties. she shoots you a look, cowing you immediately, your pleasure had always been on her terms.

she smiles, before clearly growing impatient herself, pulling your panties to the side and lightly running two fingers between your folds. a shiver wracks your body as she gasps at your wetness, playing with it between her fingers cockily. something about her soft smirk would never fail to make you clench around nothing.

you feel her fingers run up your slit as slow as human possible, until they finally reach your clit, your head tipping back and mouth opening the minute her fingers so much as graze it.

"awww," she exclaims through a chuckle, "god, you really were aching for it. that's it, pretty girl, you just shut your eyes and enjoy it. no thinking, just let it feel good, yeah?"

you nod, moaning softly, as her fingers start to circle your clit, just the way she knew you liked. your nails digging into the arm of the sofa underneath you as leigh played you like a fiddle, muttering dirty phrases under her breath endlessly.

"fuck, you look so good. does that feel nice, baby? oh, i bet it does, sweet girl! yeah, you're welcome, honey, i know this is what you needed."

as you pant and moan underneath her leigh decides she's bored of this, wordlessly bending down to her knees in front of you, fingers drifting downward as well to circle your entrance. laughing when she feels how you try to suck her fingers in as you clench around nothing.

"leigh, please, i need you..." you moan out without thinking, desperate to get her to finally fuck you, "i need you so bad, leigh...please? i'll be good."

"hmm, good girl, begging and i haven't even asked you to yet. just fucking perfect for me." she mutters under her breath as she sinks her fingers into you, blowing softly on your clit to watch your hips jump. "there you go, take it for me, baby. you can do it, come on, be a good girl and just take what i give you."

you moan loudly, grip on the sofa tightening as your nails dig into the fabric. legs subconsciously spreading wider for her of their own accord, every movement of your body fine tuned to her liking.

"that's it, baby, tell me how good it feels. i like to hear that i'm doing a good job." she jokes, winking at you when you fake playfully at her before shutting you up with her mouth on your clit.

your eyes squeeze shut, moaning as she sucks your clit into her mouth, alternating with the pace of her fingers sliding in and out of you expertly. she grins against you, knowing she's winding you up in exactly the right way, touching all the right spots and saying all the right things to make you want her that much more.

she speeds up her pace, apparently intent on having you ruin the upholstery on your couch, smirking when she feels the telltale clench of your walls around her fingers.

"shhh, baby, you have to quiet down, okay? we wouldn't want you to wake up the neighbors, right?" she smiles condescendingly before doubling her efforts, intentionally making you louder for her just to watch you flush at the thought and try to quiet back down before repeating the cycle.

within minutes, she has you cumming on her fingers and her tongue, gripping her hair as she insists on cleaning you up just to hear you whine under her as she teases your sensitive clit.

"leigh, i-"

"shhh, baby, she don't have to talk about it. all we need to know is that it made me feel better, and it definitely made you feel better." she grins, pulling you against her and kissing your head softly, allowing you to lay against her as you catch your breath.

#jules writes #char: leigh shaw #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw smut #sorry for your loss

[danvillecheese]

why do u think act ur age is fucked

[cracks knuckles] alright. essay time. you asked for it.

I’ve done a similar response to this before here and mentioned something else about it here but I’ll go over it again since those posts are both from a while ago. also bear in mind I haven’t seen aya recently bc I don’t like it. okay let’s get into it

[also im gonna preface this saying maybe i sound very pessimistic but im ranting and its just gonna sound like im complaining because i am. i mean no real malice by the way. im simply a person with a blog.]

first off. they don’t use the show don’t tell as well as they could. in the what might have been montage, sure, they showed potential scenarios and how phineas felt (very briefly) when isa stopped visiting his backyard but it just feels so rushed. I get that they only had like 11 minutes to show it but idk there has to be another way to write it. or just not have it at all idk its just from a writing point of view the whole episode feels rushed and out of place from everything else continuity-wise. why not use little easter eggs planted in the show beforehand? operation crumbcake? pharmacists? meapless in seattle? god theres so many episodes with evidence that phineas liked her back even if he didnt know. just. continuity!!!!

second. why did their friends not try something sooner. it’s not like they didn’t know. like phineas seems to be okay with saying “i wish! i am so in the friend zone there” in front of his friends (that quote alone makes me lose my shit but that’s a whole other point) so clearly they knew about phineas. and isabella also wasn’t quiet about it (source: pnf s1-4). they had like four years of high school to do something and they planned it the day isa left for college? nah its just the least realistic thing ever for me. also them being 18 is like yeah okay maybe the slow burn was worth it and theyre way more grown up (i love a good slowburn) but ohhhhhh my god SURELY their friends were getting sick of them dancing around each other. just me?

third. and I’m sorry to ash simpson but oh my god I hate the character designs like They Would Not Fucking Look Like That. it almost feels like it completely disregards their arcs during the original summer. like yeah child chub disappears over ur teen years but sometimes it stays a little longer! make phineas less twiggy!! make isa look more like her mother! (am i about to redesign them again? whoops)

four. and i know this is no fault of dan and swampy but the show was about to end anyways and yet the entire friend group was paired off into hetero ships?? get fucking real. none of those kids are straight. realistically, i know it was a different time and gay marriage wasnt even legal in the us yet so it wasnt all that common to have queer romance on screen let alone on disney channel but like i said, the show was about to end. what were the disney channel execs gonna do? cancel it? lmao

five. "I am so in the friend zone there." "we are guys. we do not talk about our feelings." WHAT!!! i cant believe this shit is real. these lines of dialogue are canon. what the hell. what kind of message does that even send to younger, impressionable viewers? if ur a 10 year old boy watching that (ok fine maybe that isnt gonna stick with you forever but listen) and you go 'oh its okay to just bottle everything up and not tell my friends about my feelings about anything ever' that is insane! thats not how things should go!! like i get the whole "im so in the friend zone" and yes, this also has to do with the era but like if they wanted to be a more progressive cartoon that kids look up to and enjoy maybe they just. shouldn't have put that whole conversation in.

i barely have any problems with the b plot. in fact id watch the episode just for the kazoo solo. because that plot lines up with the continuity. i can totally see heinz having bowling night with perry and carl and monogram every week! i can totally see perry and monogram retired! and carl running owca and getting payed for it! that all checks out! that one makes sense and works with the canon! if they got that plot so right how did they get the a plot so wrong?

i can answer this question: fanservice. its an awful word, i know. act your age is a fanservicey episode which is why i think it crashed and burned. mml season 2 is rooted in the same issue: doof is very present and takes away from the original plot of the show. like, the one he wasnt even in until the last episode of s1. slightly getting off topic but it is the crux of the issue. fanservice doesnt make for good storytelling. even if it brings in the big bucks. at its core, telling the story the way it should be told is the best one. even if it pisses people off. a good portion of the viewers will still appreciate whatever ending the creators come up with. and no, im not saying phinbella shouldn't have become canon, in fact i really like the ship and all their dynamics, i just think they went about it the wrong way.

as someone who's written and published fic about them getting together in different universes (granted, they were from when i was younger so its mildly terrible. take them with a grain of salt) there are a lot of other ways to tell that story canonically. honestly, i think the best way of doing it was to keep it ambiguous. dont tell that story. let the viewers pick their own ending for phineas and isabella. maybe they dont get together after all. who knows!

thanks for the ask! hope you had fun getting lectured <3

#phineas and ferb #phinbella #act your age #ask #this was fun you guys should ask me more stuff like this #dwampyverse analysis

[faofinn]

6. Sick and Injured

His body was on fire, sirens and shouts and flashes of bright light overwhelming him. Everything merging into just too much. He couldn't do it, couldn't hold on, so he let go, the sudden snap of relief just welcome blackness. There was no fight against whatever was holding him down, forcing each breath down his throat. He was dying, he was sure of it, and he was just so exhausted. It wasn't giving up. or giving in, it would just be a rest, just a break. 

"Everyone ready? Yeah, Okay. This is Finn, he's 22 and has quite the extensive medical history. He was found by a member of the public on the side of the road, confused and combative. When we arrived, he was in and out but very agitated. Apparently witnessed falling over a few times, initially query intox, but has a medic-alert bracelet on his backpack - He's known epileptic from a TBI, with EDS, POTS, chronic pain, fatigue and a few other mental health conditions. 

"When he's fallen, he seems to have hit his head multiple times, he's got two reasonable sized lacs to the left side of his head, and one across his eyebrow. No boggy masses, but cheekbone feels deformed. Obvious dislocation, possible break to left shoulder / collar bone, looks pretty unstable at the minute.

"He is cannulated and tolerating an OP at the moment. He had a possible 30 second seizure as we moved to the ambulance, and he's gone a lot more vacant in the last three minutes or so.

"He's got a temp of 38.6, tachy at 126, hypotensive 98/76. bm of 6.2. Sats have been 92 on air, came up to 96 on 15L. Reduced air entry globally, nothing being shifted on the right base, sounds very congested and crackly there. We've got NOK details from his alert card, so can give them a call while you guys get him sorted, if there's nothing else you need from us?"

When Sheila had called Fao in the middle of the night to say his brother had disappeared, he had to admit it hadn’t quite been what he’d expected. He’d known Finn was struggling with a chest infection of some description, and they’d been worried about seizures, and so he expected the call to be from his mum saying they’d had to go to A&E. 

He’d been sitting up with a cup of tea, just in case Finn turned up at his place, when his phone rang again, showing as No Caller ID. He snatched it up, immediately hitting answer. 

“Hello?”

"Hi, is that, uh, Faolan?"

He winced. “Yeah, that’s me.”

"In just ringing about your brother, a Finn Daniels?"

He sighed. “What’s happened?”

"He's been brought into the ED, he's…he's quite unwell at the moment. It might be best if you were able to come in?"

“Has he had a seizure?” Fao asked, glad he was already dressed. “I’m on my way in.”

"I think it's best if we explain in person."

Oh, fuck. That didn’t bode well, and Fao felt a cold fear run through him. “George’s? I’ll be there in ten.”

"Yeah. Did you want to let the family know? Or would you rather I called them?"

“I’ll call them.”

"Thank you."

“Thanks for calling me.” Fao murmured. 

"I'm sorry it's not good news. Be safe getting in."

“Mm, thanks.” Fao said softly, before he put the phone down. He drained his mug, shoved his shoes on and grabbed his stuff before he woke Ollie to tell him he was going and he didn’t know when he’d be back. The drive to hospital was quick, Fao definitely not speeding. He called Sheila on the way, explaining what little knew, and soon he’d found somewhere to park and rushed into the hospital. 

Finn had continued to swing between agitated and not, the staff only growing more concerned. He'd been sedated slightly, mainly just to get him through CT, but they'd still yet to get a coherent response from him. Even the mention of Fao coming to see him didn’t seem to break through, Finn staring blankly through them. 

When Fao finally got to the reception desk, he felt like he was going to lose his mind. He hated not knowing anything, whoever he’d spoken to on the phone so vague and unhelpful. Yes, he appreciated things were best discussed in person, but an idea was helpful. He didn’t even know if this was a seizure, though with what Sheila had told him it was somewhat likely. 

They took him through, but he wasn’t allowed straight into resus, instead shown the relatives room to wait. He paced up and down like a caged tiger, his hair a mess from how many times he’d run his fingers through it, though it fell in his face all the same. 

There was a sharp knock on the door, all too clinical and harsh for the situation. "Hi, is it Fao?"

Fao stopped pacing. “Yeah. What’s going on? Nobody’s told me anything.”

"Sorry about that, do you want to have a seat?"

“Is he alive?” Fao barely dared to ask the question. 

They softened, giving him a small smile. "He is, he's currently in our resus bit. He's very not well at the minute, and we're waiting to get him stable enough to take up to ICU."

That wasn’t unusual for Finn, as awful as that was. His shoulders slumped with relief that his brother was still alive, and he scanned the doctor’s face to try and work out what was going on. “Was it a seizure? He’s had an infection brewing and that always sets him off, are we talking status? If you’re waiting on ICU I’m assuming he’s been tubed? Have you spoken with his consultant? I think he was looking at trying to arrange an admission anyway.”

"We're not entirely sure what's been going on. He was picked up at the roadside, by the sounds of it he'd fallen quite a few times. He's got some pretty significant head injuries at the moment. We've not intubated him yet, no, but it's looking likely that's the way it's heading. He's currently just about managing with some extra support, but it's…he's got a significant chest infection, pneumonia, and we're not sure if the falls he's had has made it worse, but his lungs aren't working as they should be." He sighed. "We've not been able to really have a chat with him at all, he's been very agitated and quite combative, so we've sedated him a little bit, for his safety. He currently has a little piece of plastic in his mouth, just to help him keep his airways open. It's not the most comfortable for him, but he needs it with the medications and the stuff going on."

Evidently this was going to be a long conversation, and Fao was sore from the sheer amount of pacing he’d been doing. He sat down, nodding. “Alright. I got a call off my mum about an hour ago saying he’d gone missing and was he at mine.” He murmured. “Has he had a CT for the head injuries? He can be really agitated and combative especially when he’s feeling overwhelmed. He doesn’t like to be touched, he doesn’t like a lot of people around him, especially after a seizure. I’m happy to give you any social or medical history that would help you out. He really hates things on his face, it’s a struggle to keep oxygen on him when he’s postictal, he’s a nightmare. He doesn’t always tolerate the OP well as he comes around so you’re best keeping him sedated a bit. He’s well known to ICU, his seizures unfortunately often lead to him in status and needing to be intubated.” He wasn’t trying to tell this doctor how to do their job, but it was hard when this was his little brother. 

"That's very helpful to know, thank you." They said, and meant it. "We're just currently waiting on the CT report, so we'll be able to give you a bit more insight then. Unfortunately his agitation has been pretty constant, even when left alone. And, with the infection, he needs to be on the oxygen, he's not managing without it at the moment."

“Yeah, I appreciate that.” Fao said. “He’s epileptic from a tbi as a ten year old, he always really struggles with his seizures when he picks up infections, and he’s been through some difficult personal stress in the last six months or so as well as some meds changes which have also made his seizures more difficult to control.”

"Of course. You can come and sit with him, if you'd like? I will warn you he does have quite a few injuries, he might not look quite like himself. 

“Nothing I can’t handle, I’m sure. I was with him when he had his initial TBI.” Fao said, standing up. “I’d like to see him.”

"I can't imagine how difficult that must have been."

“Makes Afghanistan look like a walk in the park.”

"Did you serve?"

He nodded. “Four tours, medical corps.”

"Wow, that's a lot."

“Yeah. Can I see my brother now?”

"Of course. Can i get you a cup of tea? Coffee?"

“I’m fine, thanks.” 

"Alright, just let me know. I'll let you though."

“Thanks.” Fao said, following him through into Resus. It was busy as always, though it was familiar to him now. His eyes flicked over to the bays, trying to find his brother’s. He hated this, being on the back foot with him. As much as moving out had been so much better for his mental health, it had its challenges too. 

Finn was crowded with doctors and nurses, poking and prodding at him. Unlike normal, he was too still, too quiet. While they'd obviously tried to clean the blood from his head injuries, each period of agitation had quickly opened them back up. His shoulder was almost in a sling, though it was clear he'd fought against that not so long ago. 

Fao’s eyes flicked critically over the monitors, trying to gauge where Finn was at. Not great. He took a moment at the foot of the bed, watching them work. Finn really didn’t seem like Finn, though at least he wasn’t fighting them in that moment. He fiddled with the lighter in his pocket,something to keep his hands busy. He’d instinctively reached for his tags, but they weren’t there any more, and he needed something to do. 

One of the nurses caught sight of Fao in her peripheral. "Hi, you must be Finn’s brother?"

Fao nodded. “Yeah. Sorry to linger, I didn’t want to interrupt you all.”

"No, no, of course not. Come on, you can come say hi to him."

Fao pushed through to come along side his brother, a stark contrast to how he usually was at work. They’d not recognised him yet, but he hadn’t been there long, and he was likely just another faceless surgeon when he was down there. He gently reached out to take Finn’s hand, cautious of a reaction from him. 

“Hey, Finn. It’s me, it’s Fao.”

Fao's voice, as it always seemed to, managed to break through to Finn. He blinked at Fao, his gaze dropping to their hands. 

“Hi. Got yourself into a bit of a mess, eh?”

"Oh, he definitely recognised you there." The nurse smiled, fussing over Finn. "Bet you're glad he's here, yeah? You'll have had him worried sick."

Fao squeezed his hand. “You’re a nightmare, you know that? Causing all this lot trouble, too. Look at you.”

The recognition he'd had quickly vanished, Finn looking straight through the lot of them. He pulled his hand from Fao's to rub at his face, his hand coming back red.

“It’s okay.” Fao soothed. “Do you think I could try and clean these wounds for him? I’m a doctor, I’ve got ID somewhere.” He asked, digging around in his pockets. 

"We shouldn't…" She hesitated. It was the most settled Finn had been, and the closest any of them had gotten to him. "I'll grab you some supplies."

He finally found his ID, the lanyard jangling. “Here, and I can give you my GMC if you want to document it.” He said, offering it to her. “Thank you.”

"Ah, brill. You know what the paperwork is like. Do you want a seat?"

“That would be great, thank you.”

"Won't be long." She said softly, resting her hand on his arm before disappearing off. 

“Thanks.” He murmured, leaning on the rails of the bed whilst he waited, watching his brother carefully. 

Finn seemed to fade back in, catching his brother’s eye and holding his gaze. A frown flickered across his face and he shoved his arm in Fao's general direction with a groan.

Fao took his hand. “Hey. Bet you feel shit right now, eh?”

He spat the plastic from his mouth, dislodging the mask on his face.  "My chest hurts."

“Mask needs to stay on, Finn.” Fao told him, but didn’t move to adjust it. “It’s going to hurt, you’re not well.” 

"Then help." He narrowed his eyes, his chest crackling with each breath. The cough didn't take long to follow, but Finn didn't move to cover his mouth or turn his head. 

“Here, let’s get this back on.” Fao said, adjusting the mask. “I know it’s horrid, but it will help you out.” He was definitely out of it, though seemed more coherent than before - coherent enough to complain, anyway. 

Finn scowled as Fao got close, but whatever argument he had planned was quickly lost. His arms stretched out, his shoulder dislocating once more, and his back arched in a seizure. His eyes were fixed in the corner as he groaned, his body contorted and stuck. It finished as quickly as it had started, the extra exertion making Finn struggle and cough.

Shit. 

Fao winced as Finn’s shoulder slipped out of place again, as his back arched and the seizure took him. He was about to hit the emergency bell when it stopped, Finn struggling with his breathing again as his body tried to catch up. He considered going to find someone as the nurse reappeared, chair in hand. 

“He’s just had a seizure, all of about two seconds long, and that shoulder’s gone again.” 

She winced. "Ah, bless him. I'll get some more diazepam for him. The anaesthetists are on their way down, they'll probably have a chat with you. You probably know them, at least better than you know us."

“Maybe, yeah. I’ve not been here long. He needs his neuro really.”

"I think it's Dr Cunningham on this evening."

“Perfect.” Fao said, unable to stop the smile. “He’s Finn’s main consultant.”

"Oh, that's worked out well then." She said gently, moving to check on Finn. 

The younger man had returned to his vacant staring, though still struggled to catch his breath. His saturations hovered just under acceptable, and the doctor sighed from behind them.

"We'd hoped to wait, but I think we should go ahead and get that chest drain in now."

Fao hummed. “Worth doing whilst he’s a bit more settled than he has been.” He took a seat gladly in the chair the nurse had brought him, stroking gently through Finn’s hair. 

"Right, let's get an airway dump, just in case, and then give him a little more sedation. No point making it worse for him."

“Can I stay with him?”

"He's fine to stay." The nurse told the doctor. "He's fine."

Fao glanced at the doctor, relieved the nurse seemed to be on his side. He couldn’t leave Finn again, he just couldn’t. Besides, clearly he was doing something right, because his brother was settled. 

"We'll get you to sit on his other side, yeah? We might have to move you, so just bear with." The doctor happily listened to the nurse. "How are we getting on with that sedation? Got it? Brilliant. Let's get this done for him."

#sicktember #whump writing #whump prompt #faolan blackwood #whump #oc #fic #finn daniels #sicktember 2023 #day 6 #sick and Injured #seizures #pneumonia #chest drain #worried family #the beauty of this one is nobody knowing fao

[wyattjohnston]

fall into the night with you - jack hughes

series: we don’t have no time to waste

summary: happy birthday, jack!

word count: 1,447

Sitting at a high table near the bar, Daisy had tried her best not to keep tabs on Jack all night but she was always drawn to where he was. In the early parts of the evening, it had just been Jack and the boys dancing and being loud—nothing overly different to anything she’d watched him do before and still something she would never be bored of.

It didn’t take long at all for him, them, to be recognised by some women in the bar; Daisy had expected it to happen much sooner.

“You’re just going to let that happen?” Brie asked, staring at Jack and the woman who was basically trying to crawl into his lap as she whispered in his ear.

“She’s like thirty-five, I’m not worried.”

Brie scoffed, “She’s not thirty-five. She’s not even thirty.”

“Bullshit,” Daisy laughed, the edge of her glass still pressed against her mouth—if she had a drink in her hand, she barely put it down until it was finished.

“She’s in my yoga class.”

“Oh,” Daisy said, surprise filling her and rattling her already slightly impaired brain. “Well, I’m still not worried.”

“Even if she was like thirty-five,” Brie said, her eye roll vicious, “you think she shouldn’t be here?”

“She should, like, be at home.”

“I guess I’ll take myself home, then.”

“What? Why?” Daisy asked, so shocked that her drink rattled in her hand as she turned back to Brie. She was the last remaining friend of the night—they’d started just as it ticked over to Jack’s birthday, and more than a few people had fallen off as it neared three o’clock—and Daisy was determined to not let her leave.

“Clearly only children are allowed to have fun.”

Daisy relented, “You’re not that old.”

“You know I’m turning twenty-eight this year, right?”

“Oh fuck, we need to start thinking about putting you in a home.”

“Shut up. None of this changes the fact that she’s basically sitting in Jack’s lap.”

That was the unchanging truth. The woman, no matter her age, wasn’t leaving Jack’s lap despite the discomfort on his face. Daisy didn’t expect him to be too rude about making her leave because she clearly knew who he was, who they were, and unfortunately directly telling people to ‘fuck off’ usually got out to the wider hockey community.

“I’ll go rescue him in a minute if she doesn’t take the hint,” Daisy admitted, laughing to herself as Mikey lifted the woman by the waist under the guise of flirting, placing her back down into her own space on the bench seat.

Brie raised further questions, dumbfounded by Daisy’s apparent lasses-faire attitude. Daisy rolled her eyes and paused the conversation so that she could get another round of drinks from the bar.

PK met her at the bar, quickly getting her the attention she wasn’t from the bartender and covered their drinks without a thought. He pulled her aside, weaving through the crowd of people back to where Brie was waiting.

“He didn’t get to do this, you know?” Daisy sighed when PK started on a similar line of questioning to Brie. “We were sixteen when we got together.”

“We all know there’s been no shortage of women hitting on Jack since he joined the league.”

“Since before then, too. He’s never got to pick up a girl in a bar, is all. Feels crucial to the fragile male ego.”

“He doesn’t look like he’s having fun at all. You should go pick him up.”

“He’s not,” PK interjected quickly.

Daisy glared at PK pointedly, even as she responded to Brie, “I’m not going to get into role play—”

“I’m not saying you should break out a wig and fake ID. Just go flirt with your boyfriend.”

“Fiancé.”

“Whatever. Go do what you guys do best.”

Daisy rushed to finish the rest of her mojito in one breath, not wanting to carry it across the bar and risk losing it in whatever situation she was about to involve herself.

Until Daisy reached high school, most people would have considered her shy and non-confrontational—a switch flipped inside her when she turned sixteen and she became the exact opposite.

The boys realised what was happening the second they realised she was walking in their direction, their faces lighting up in delight and anticipation.

Daisy pushed her shoulders back, placed her hand on the shoulder of the woman who had definitely moved into Jack’s lap when Daisy’s head was turned.

“You’ve outstayed your welcome,” Daisy said, but even to her own ears it sounded like she was speaking with a mouth full of marbles.

The woman in front of her, who was much taller than Daisy anticipated and, perhaps unfortunately, very beautiful, barely looked over her shoulder before she laughed. Cackled.

“Hon, I think you need to go back to the school bus. Your teacher’s probably wondering where you are.”

Daisy’s brow pulled together instantly, “I’m older than he is, so I’d steer clear of the kid jokes if I were you.”

The boys around Jack were leaning, presumably to listen in over the music and other loud conversations. Jack, however, was trying to use the distraction to get away. Though it was unsuccessful because the woman had a viscously tight grip on his shoulder.

“I’m busy. Just run along.”

“He’s literally my fiancé.”

“That’s never stopped a man before, believe me.”

Daisy gripped the woman’s forearm, trying to match the tightness of the grip on Jack’s shoulder, and stepped closer so she was basically toe-to-toe with her.

“I don’t care if it’s you or the nineteen-year-olds that just got past the bouncer” she seethed, “I’m the only one he’s going home with.”

“You’re so young and naïve,” the woman said with a roll of her eyes. “All men are the same and when your back is turned there’s going to be some other whore sucking his dick.”

“As long as it’s not you, I don’t really give a fuck.”

“He’s not even worth it. Have fun you little psycho.”

As the woman walked away, she raised her hand and wiggled her fingers in a wave so sarcastic that Daisy would have launched after her if Jack hadn’t rose to his feet.

“Did that whole convo happen like we weren’t all sitting here?” Mikey asked, sparking a conversation about it amongst the remaining boys.

Jack moved into Daisy’s space, his nose brushing against her hair—they were the same height in the heels she was wearing—and silently press a kiss.

“What if I went and broke her nose?” she asked, still staring at the woman’s back.

He laughed, wrapping his arms around her and jostling her form side to side, “You can’t fight.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. She’s not worth it, let’s go.”

“No!” Daisy exclaimed, whipping her head around to face him. “Jack, you should stay. It’s your birthday.”

 “I want to spend it with you.”

There was a low chorus of boos, coos and groans, and Jack startled as if he’d completely forgotten that they weren’t alone.

When the night had been organised, they purposely picked a bar close to home so that they could walk back without having to navigate a cab or an Uber unless they absolutely had to. So, they meandered onto the street, ignoring the handful of girls who giggled relentlessly upon recognising Jack, and started their walk.

“When you said that you don’t care who sucks my dick as long as is not her—” Jack asked when they were away from a crowd and able to properly hear each other.”

“I know you wouldn’t. She just made me mad, and I wanted her to know.” Daisy was matter of fact, even if still slightly mumbled. “Do you ever, I don’t know, like, regret that I’m the only person your dick as ever been in?”

“That’s technically not true,” Jack said, laughter in his voice, bumping into her side.

Daisy scoffed, “The threesome does not count.”

“Why not?”

“Because we were seventeen and it was bad.”

Jack stopped them, his hands on her waist and stopping her in her tracks. He said, “I’m telling him you said that.”

“His ego could use it.”

He agreed, at least, letting her go. She took the opportunity to run off, her block heels giving her more courage than she should have given they were nearly six inches. He caught up to her quickly. With their extra speed, it didn’t take long for them to reach their front door.

Daisy leant back against the wall, watching as Jack unlocked their door.

“Hey Jacky?”

“Yeah, Daze?”

“Happy Mother’s Day.”

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#jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic #homemade fic #fic: devils #we don't have no time to waste fic

[slasher-male-wife]

is me again :> i was wondering if you could write something based around a reader who refuses to take their medication and the character/s of your choice have to force them to take it for their health? i had a weird spur of prompt ideas at the exact moment i couldnt write so i thought id share them lol. i cant think of any specific characters so whichever you find fitting and easy to write works fine, ill be back with more (and i will return the favour soon i swear)

I'm starting this on Thursday on my phone because I love this prompt and I love all of my followers, all of you are my best friends and I will kill anyone for you (legally that is a joke). I do take meds for my adhd, hrt, to help regulate pain and some for when I get migraines. I'm going off of meds I know about so I don't fuck anything up and be really insensitive. I loved the last prompt and I hope you love this one too. One last thing please take your meds. I know it can be a chore to get out of bed and take them but please do it. Even if it's the only thing you do

Includes: Poly Sinclair brothers, and RZ Michael Myers

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of vomit, forced taking of medication

Sinclair brothers

You're having another migraine. God you hate these so much. The constant sharp sting and pounding in your head drives you nuts. You have a nasal spray to help, but it always leaks down the back of your throat with a horrible bitter taste that makes you almost vomit. But the only way the migraine ends on its own is with you also vomiting. So either way you lose. You're in your room with light shut out and the Vincent by your side, holding you hand and letting you squeeze his. You let out soft groans and you rub your temples. Bo opens the door and soft light floods in. You sit up and look at him. "Darlin you've been in here for an hour now. I hate seeing ya in pain. Just take yer meds and I'll get ya somethin to help with the taste." You shake your head.

"No Bo I'm fine I just need more time, I can handle this." He sighs.

"You need to take yer dam meds Y/n. “ 

“Bo I’m serious I’m fine just let me wait this out.” He huffs and shuts the door. You lay back down and Vincent rubs you hand with his thumb. About ten minutes later you hear footsteps again and the door opens you groan and sit up. But this time you find Lester. “Lester I’m fine I just need to wait this out.” He looks over to Vincent and back to you. 

“Darlin we hate seein ya in pain. Just take yer meds and it’ll be over soon.” You lay back down. 

“Lester it’s still a no ok? I’ll be ok.” You hear him walk over to the bed and sit next to you. 

“I’d hate to do this but I’ll make ya take it myself if ya don’t do it Y/n.” He doesn’t often use your name unless he really is serious. You look to Vincent for any support and you can see he wants you to take it too. 

“Fine I’ll fucking take it. God you guys are so annoying sometimes.” You get out of bed and go downstairs to find a big glass of water and your spray waiting for you. You open it, take it and start to chug your water as the bitter taste moves down your throat. The water wasn’t enough to stop it. You gag and sit at the table. Lester gives you a kiss on the cheek and Bo sits with you. But in the end, you knew they were right. 

RZ Michael Myers

It’s another day you don’t want to get out of bed. You’ve been stuck in your bed for a good few days now. Only getting up to use the bathroom when you really had to or if Michael dragged you out of bed. You’ve been so depressed lately you’ve been forgetting to take your meds. You know you should take your anti depressents but whats the point in doing that now? You’re looking back up at the celieng again, doing nothing like normal. Michael walks in but you don’t get up to greet him. You hear the soft rattle of your pill bottle and that makes you sit up. He has a glass of water with him too. “Michael I don’t want to take my meds ok? It’s not going to help with anything anyway, just leave me alone.” He stops next to your bed and sets down the water. He holds out the pill bottle for you to take. 

You push it away but he brings it back. You do this a few more times before you look up at his masked face. “Michael I’m not taking them ok? Leave me alone.” He pauses for a few moments before he moves the bottle closer to his face. He sits down on the bed and opens the bottle. He takes out your dose of pills and sets the bottle down. He holds the pills in his hand and brings them over to you. “I’m not fucking taking them ok? I don’t need them they don’t help.” Your frustration transfers to Michael. He grabs your jaw with one hand slightly firm and pulls open your mouth. He puts the pills in your mouth along with water quickly. He shuts your mouth and puts a hand over it so you can’t spit anything out. With no other option you swallow your pills and he pulls his hand away. He opens your mouth again and checks to make sure they’re gone. 

He sees how upset you are over this. He doesn’t do the best with emotions but he does press a masked kiss on your forehead. He lets you go back to laying around but he returns with some food for you to eat.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x you #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x y/n #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x y/n #rz michael myers #michael myers #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #michael myers fanfic #slasher #slashers #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

[c0rpseductor]

cannot even articulate how pissed i am about this thing i remembered

when i was really little my dads mom got me and my two younger cousins matching Easter presents. they were cute little junk plushies, like, these little easter ducks in different colors, and i got really attached to mine and named him mr. ducky. i lost him one day and was really upset about it.

EXCEPT!!! fucking. UGH. i really don’t like making a huge habit of talking about this but im going to Blow Up and it’s my blog. id been switching a lot recently with a part that’s a little kid and remembers more about my/our childhood, so i remembered or found out or whatever what actually happened to the toy and im like. livid.

my parents openly complained in front of me that my grandma shouldn’t have gotten me more toys because i already have too many stuffed animals basically the minute she was out of earshot. they used to be real fucking anal about the amount of stuffed animals i was allowed to have, and make me go through them all every so often to donate because they didn’t like them taking up space (i had a lot but never enough to cause any kind of problem, it was purely fucking punitive bc they knew it would make me sob for ages). so they hated my duck already. and then he went missing and they didn’t try to help me very much and were just kind of like Oh well! Maybe he’ll turn up haha! <- FUCKING UNBOTHERED.

and some time after initially losing my duck i got taken to goodwill and saw a suspiciously identical duck in the plushie section my parents wouldn’t let me have. im like. Dead sure they took and got rid of it bc they thought it was just junk and i didn’t need more toys, and pretended they hadn’t, bc they had a petty fucking grudge against a toy my grandmother got me. FOR EASTER. fucking whooooo does that to their kid.

of course i’m so incandescently pissed i want to confront my mom about it but of fucking course nothing would come of it bc it’s insane. but it’s not really About the toy anyway. it’s like. how much do you have to resent your child to take their treasured belongings in secret? how little regard do you have to have for your kid to do that kind of horseshit? it baffles me. sometimes they could genuinely do such nice and thoughtful stuff but then other times they would do shit like this. and of course they were also horribly abusive but im just so fixated on this bc it’s new and like. i don’t get how you can even pretend to like your kid so convincingly when you have this level of simultaneous disdain for the fact that he’s a child who draws breath at all. god forbid our son have toys. Jesus Christ

[mccoys-killer-queen]

Seeing Kix's last ever live show Part 1- the rant

Gonna preface this post with the fact that there's going to be a lot of complaining and lamenting and it doesn't have a happy ending, so if that makes you upset then don't read it

in order to understand my mood throughout this entire event, I need to explain what happened in May first or you won't understand why I'm so devastated:

On the last night of M3, during Kix's performance, they announced their sudden retirement at the end of the summer, and announced their final show date as Sept 17th at the Merriweather again. The next day, I emailed Mark Schenker (Kix's bassist and PR guy) about potentially getting photo credentials for the final show. I figured what's the harm in asking, as Mark's been very kind to me over the past year and already got me photo passes twice. To my surprise, he said that I could, and that I should message him when the show gets closer. I even asked him what kind of ticket I should get for the final show, since I didn't know how the Merriweather handles photographers. He replied that he didn't know what types of tickets there were, and that all he knew was that they went on sale the next day.

This was the last time he ever spoke to me.

Last Sunday, I emailed Mark, reminding him about my credentials for the final show. All last week, I was obsessively refreshing my emails, waiting for that email from him to pop up, saying "you're all set" like always.

It never came.

Mark has always been a man of very little words in my experience, and he also always tended to respond at the last second (like the day OF the show hours prior to doors opening), so I kept my faith. I could just feel something was wrong, though- when at least 5 days went by and still just nothing. Every day I was looking for a sign that things would go okay, but by Friday I have to admit I started losing faith. I emailed Mark again on Saturday, simply forwarding my first email to him in case it got buried somehow.

I just had this gut feeling I wasn't going to be so fortunate this time around.

I constantly refreshed my emails. I did it at work. I did it while driving. I did it in the middle of the night. I did it in the rain. I did it waiting outside the venue. I did it after the box office told me they didn't have a photo pass for me.

Nothing.

By the time Sunday came around and I still had no word from Mark, I was essentially depressed. I was insatiably upset and lethargic. I wasn't even excited for the show anymore. I couldn't think of any way I could possibly enjoy myself, knowing that the biggest night of my photography career- the biggest gig I would ever shoot, the pivotal moment I had been waiting for all fucking summer (for FOUR MONTHS AND THEN SOME)- was all a fucking lie. I spent every day since May 8th believing I would be in the photo pit for Kix's last ever show. I told people. I made plans. It was everything to me.

My last gleaming bit of hope was when I was waiting in line to get into the venue. By some miracle, maybe there was a pass for me, and Mark just forgot to tell me.

Nothing.

I emailed him one last time in vain. I don't know why I did. The box office people told me to, so I guess I felt like I had to. I stood there in the rain for the next 20 minutes, again, obsessively refreshing my emails. I begged the box office people to contact Mark somehow, but they said they don't have that power.

That's when I officially gave up.

I began to walk back to my car in the pouring rain- a 6 minute walk- to put my camera back. I'd come all this way for nothing. Yes, I was still going to the show, but it felt completely pointless now. Over the past year, Kix and I have had this sort of love affair going- with my photographing them and emailing Mark, with Steve holding my hand and loving my artwork when I gave it to him, with me meeting all them (minus Mark).

All of that just over the past 11 months- and this is how it fucking ended.

I cried as I walked back, feeling like a fucking idiot for ever believing I would actually be in the pit for a gig that huge. I got soaked, I was cold, and I was absolutely, totally heartbroken. It was all over. It was officially proven to be hopeless. I couldn't move. I couldn't feel. I just wanted to hide away.

Once I got in the venue, I smiled sadly to myself, because the sight of Merriweather made me feel like I was back at M3- but everything felt wrong. M3 was at the peak of springtime, it was sunny and warm and bright and happy- whereas this was drenched, gloomy, cloudy, dark, and just all around sad. It was like I was in the Upside Down version of the Merriweather. Everything was there, but everything felt wrong.

I ended up getting a shirt and some other merch, downed an orange crush in under 2 minutes and bought another immediately after, and went to my seat. Uncomfortably numb at this point. I saw all the photographers getting ready right below me, as my seat was all the way to stage left and second row from the front where the entrance to the pit was.

I started crying when I saw the photographers gathering. I was supposed to be with them. I was told I would be with them. It was supposed to be me, too. It was a fucking lie. I didn't feel special at all; I felt like a spoiled fucking kid who didn't get what they wanted.

So in conclusion: I got my heart completely shattered last night. I am extremely angry with Mark Schenker. I cannot believe such a wonderful connection with a wonderful band ended this way- I'm completely shocked and utterly devastated. It was very hurtful and invalidating to me as a photographer, and incredibly demeaning to me as a person- not to mention embarrassing.

I don't know why Mark ghosted me, and I may never know. I was at least worth an email that said "no". How did all the other photographers get passes if Mark wasn't checking his fucking emails? He had to have seen mine. I did everything I was supposed to and more.

I'm grieving right now, and my confidence is just completely gone. And after all of that, I still had Kix's final show to watch.

#concert log #concerts #kix #i just hope he knows how fucking awful he made me feel #i don't know if i can ever forgive him #sure he's done so much for me- but to end it this way it's like he took it all back

[olivando]

Errand Journal #2: Picking Up My New IDs

On my previous entry, I shared the minutiae of the legal process to change your identity as a Chilean trans person. It's been considerably more than 45 working days, but, alas, the change is now official.

I now have a small plastic rectangle and a brand new passport, both stating that, yes, my name is Oliver, and yes indeed, my gender is male.

About this fact I have many feelings. Strange, confusing, thick elastic feelings.

Don't get me wrong–I'm elated.

But I'm also terrified.

Let's begin with the picking up part, which happened at the consulate, inside the embassy building. My partner tagged along for moral support, and thank fuck they did!

We arrived "out of hours," because nowhere on the website or notification email was it specified that the hours were different from the general consulate operating hours. While we stood outside thinking of what to do, someone from the embassy came to ask what we needed. After some mild begging, we gave up.

As we were walking away, the guy took pity on us and offered to help me. He called the office, they agreed to see me. On the seventh floor, a man scolded me for five minutes before grabbing my old ID and calling me "doña deadname." After some waiting, he led me inside because, thankfully, the only decent guy in the whole equation had taken my picture and handled the process with the Santiago office. He remembered me, pushed for the guy to give me the documents, and, presumably explained that I was the same person.

After handing me the documents, man #1 switched to patronizingly sweet, telling me to "not go around losing them" in a condescending tone that made me feel sick. Downstairs, the embassy guy mockingly smiled at me as I confirmed that I had gotten my documents and, just like I had done to the men upstairs, I thanked thanked thanked him.

True, I could've been better prepared; it didn't occur to me to bring the receipts or my old passport. That's on me. But let's not kid ourselves: they decided do this as a favor because it wasn't massively inconvenient for them, but the cost was always going to be my dignity.

Everyone involved knew why I was there. Oliver is an unambiguously male name in Chile, as is my second name, Andrés. Yet the embassy guy announced "there's a... (marked pause) young lady here to pick up her documents," and kept misgendering me while trying to talk to my partner (in spite of their repeated efforts to correct him), whom he also misgendered in the process.

Neither of us could say a thing, of course, too afraid that they wouldn't give me my ID if we complained.

Thank you, thank you so much, I kept repeating, sorry for the inconvenience, thank you so much, bowing my head like a scolded dog.

It isn't just the grovelling. It's the powerlessness... the invalidation.. and okay, the emasculation, too. As a queer trans man, I loathe to admit that I can even feel this way. I feel very secure in my masculinity, which is not threatened by being drawn to feminine things or being perceived as sensitive, fruity, camp. Had I been cis, I would like to believe that I would've been all those things anyway. Casual misgendering I can usually take okay, too–I get it, I tell myself, how are they to know, when I haven't changed that much about myself yet?

But this? This was malicious. A power trip.

Not only was I treated like a bad child, which I could've explained away as a product of me being an inconvenient customer of sorts; I got purposefully misgendered and deadnamed. I couldn't protect my partner from it either. I dread the day I have to return to that place for any legal errand. Hopefully it won't be anytime soon.

I intended to use this entry to reflect a bit more on the terrifying in-betweenness of legally being one person in Chile and another in the UK, and how socially this is quite the opposite. I want to talk about the weight of bureaucracy and question the implications of having a new legal identity before medical transition... but writing this has made me exhausted.

I'll leave this a frustration dump instead.

We all need that, sometimes.

#journal #transition journal #errand journal #lgbtq #trans #trans man

[blazewatergem]

Scary Story - Car Ride from Hell

Surprisingly, the trunk of a car isn’t as uncomfortable as one would think. Once the eyes adjust to the near darkness, and the heart stops racing at every sudden movement, the body adjusts accordingly to relax in this new environment.

Doesn’t mean she’ll be wanting to travel like this again. The ropes around her wrists hurt, and the gag in her mouth was gross. Anxiety was making her skin itch itch itch all over and she can’t even find the friction to try to ease it.

Fuck, all she wanted was to buy some cheap ice cream at night. The closest place had been the gas station - it wasn’t even that far from her house! - and she knew they had a good pint in there for her. Maybe some candy too, for the trouble of a late night work binge.

Then she had been grabbed, gagged, and stuffed into the trunk. Realistically, there are a lot of problems here. Her being pissed at losing out on her ice cream shouldn’t be one of them.

It still is, though.

Which might be, when the trunk abruptly swings open and the shitty street lamp light pours in, she ends up glaring up at her captor.

He laughs at her, the ass.

“No point glarin’ at me, sweetheart, you’ve got no one else to see.” He pulls on her arm to get her out, and the yank is hard enough to cause a dull ache to settle in. She tries kicking out at him, which really - it only causes her to lose her balance.

She’s dropped into the dirt, the slam against the ground ached a lot worse than the grab. Well, guess she’s keeping track now of aches. Might be a good idea when she patches herself up later.

The fucker turned away from her, and was talking on the phone with someone. An accomplice, maybe? That’s something she heard on TV, her…roommate likes true crime dramas, so she got to listen to them a lot.

She doesn’t focus on that, though. Instead, she starts trying to work the gag free and checking out the area.

It’s just a backroad, dirt and dirt and more dirt. Oh, look, some grass! Right next to the dirt. And some other dirt.

Great, ok, she might not be that far out then. She lives in a rather isolated little town(case in point: gas station ice cream), so this might be close by - or at least a decent walk home. Something she can handle, like a nice hike in the forest.

At night.

Where nobody knows where she is.

Shit’s sake, that sounds like the scenario that got her into this situation.

Still, at least she knows one good way to get out of it. Really, it’s not the way she wants to get out of it, but she will if she has to. So, once the gag actually falls away, she gets chatty.

“You realize I’ve got, like, twenty bucks to my name right? Literally the worst choice for a hostage.”

The snark is not appreciated, judging by the kick to the ribs.

“Shut up.”

She keeps going, “Seriously, both my parents are. Dead, and I’m an only child. No one to pay ransom, but no one to call the cops,” Her tone takes a shift, drops a bit in warning.

“You should really think about letting me go.”

“Shut. Up.”

The next kick manages to knock her wallet out of her pocket - score! - and while Bastard One searches it, she has to cough before continuing.

“No one will find us out here! There isn’t even any cameras, if something happens to you, no one will know to come looking for you or your buddy.”

She’s knocked down, and curls in a bit at that in the dirt. Face obscured by hair, she feels more than sees the spit Bastard One…well, spits her way. Gross asshole.

“Just shut up! You’re making your situation worse you mouthy bitch.”

“We’re really not.”

He yanks on her hair, forcing the girl lying down to at least lean up a bit.

“Listen,” He bothers to look at her ID, “Kathy, you have no power here. I do. So shut the fuck up, and sit there.”

Her shoulders are shaking, and for a minute it looks like she’s crying.

In the next, he knows what she’s really doing.

Laughing.

“Our name isn’t Kathy anymore,”

“It’s Zefara.”

💀

The soft bell of the door is the only warning received, and when they look up from their phone, it’s a surprise who's there.

“Oh, hey Zef! You forget something?”

She chuckles, and shakes her head, “Not really, I kinda dropped my ice cream on the way back - I’ll be out of your hair quick, just lemme snatch up a new one, I’ll pay and be gone.”

The clerk waves their hand dismissively, “Hey, don’t worry about it. Hate when that happens.” After a moment of staring at her, though, they have to ask.

“Um, did you…get into it already though? You - you got a little, uh…somethin’ on your cheek there.”

The red stain is quickly wiped away.

“Thanks, must’ve missed that.”

They don’t mention the red on her teeth, though.

They knew better than that.

Especially when, later on, they hear of two abandoned cars found out in the country. One with the trunk open, and another still idling. Like the driver was going to come right back.

#talking fire #happy halloween #scary story

[residentdormouse]

Monumental Management of 'M' Words

@mrsmungus , my marvelous mutual, please accept my modest message in response to your masterfully manipulated monologue. It was truly a magnificent marriage of meticulous mechanics and methodical melodies, meshed into a miraculous manifestation of literary mastery. My reply will be meager at most. At least, between Harold’s malevolent manifesto and Glen’s mounds of medicinal marijuana, I should be able to maintain a moderately measured influx of alliterative mayhem without getting too monotonous.

Although, I must admit, I may now have made it my mission to unlock the ‘Find your Alliteration’ achievement. Challenge accepted. I also have three more instances of it, myself, but none that these words match up with.

My Words: Magic, Mystery, Mood, Money, Mature

Your Words: Never, Night, Nonsense, Nervous, Naked

Anybody else out there - feel free to jump in if you are so inclined! Just throw in an '@' and let us know! Open to all!

Magic

(I honestly expected more being that I'm adding much more magic than called for. I went with the first one that seemed to hit an extra alliterative note.)

“ID?”

Harold froze in his spot by the entrance; he hadn’t anticipated the issue. He should have. Why should it be any different here? He was barely an adult to them. Certainly below drinking age. Sure they had monsters and magic, but they also had a societal structure much like their own. Why wouldn’t they have ridiculous restrictions like the ones he was used to.

“He’s with me, Bronx.”

“That ain’t how it works, Max…”

“Sure it is.”

Tension would have been high if Max actually gave a shit about his jurisdiction here. As it was, there was only an odd type of silence as she raised her eyebrows in a challenge, an annoyed stare down that the smaller woman had no intention of dropping anytime soon. Every minute out here was a moment she was held back from the mayhem inside, and he knew that was nothing she was going to humor for long.

Mystery

"Motherfuck, Din! You can't just go starting fucking fires and shit! Fuck!

"I was JUST GETTING WARM!" Dinny's face started to take on a red color as large tears began to well up and pour down his face. Sobs broke out into a full blown fit, and Lloyd just picked up the speed of his frantic pacing.

The unknown woman turned back to her. "There anybody else with you?"

The question pulled Hayden back to the moment, and her eyes widened as the thought sunk in.

"Fuck! Yes, uh, five others…."

"Where?"

She turned to their mystery rescuer but realized she wasn't sure where everybody had decided to spend the night; she was already in the room when sleeping quarters were established. Glen thankfully was already aware.

"Two in the room next to us. Three in those two rooms."

Despite the vast age difference, a leadership position was clearly being taken by the new addition, and Hayden instantly noticed the ease at which she did it. Again, she started at Glen first.

"You stay here and get them to calm the fuck down." She didn't wait for a response after addressing him, and Hayden instantly felt her gaze jump to her. "You get over to that one. I'll get these two rooms."

Mood

Her smile returned in full now; it was hard not to be in a good mood around Teddy.

He continued on, "So anything you're really excited for?"

"Honestly, Teddy, not really sure. Glen would say cold beer, but I really don't know..."

It suddenly occurred that she really wasn't looking forward to much. All of her memories were after Trips, power being absent in most of them. Candlelight dinners in their home, painting landscapes in the outskirts, smoking by their fireplace as Glen told tales from his past... And there were the nights they would both come back late from committee duties. A fire would be started, hot tea setting at the ready, and he would find a good book. Fantasy, sci-fi, even poetry. He’d read aloud and she would massage any aching muscles he had, losing herself in the story and his voice… Power wasn't needed for any of this; she just needed Glen.

When she really thought back on it, most of her memories with power were spent at the CDC. The only other time there was power before Boulder was the night she first met Glen. Good company for sure, food, music…

"I guess music. We’ve been using the stereo sparingly, but yeah, I'd like to hear more music."

"Hell yeah! That's going to be great too. Movies, cold beer, and music. The stuff that makes it all worth it."

She laughed, but couldn't fully agree. She left what made it all worth it back at the meeting hall, and the way she left it started to nag at her.

Money

(Almost all of my money references are about betting - 'I'd put money on' 'smart money says'. Only two times was it about actual currency.)

"I was talking to Stu earlier, about the plan to go to Colorado."

Nodding in understanding, Hayden was relieved to jump into a relevant conversation that she could actually have input on. Not everybody had Glen's ability to bullshit about everything and anything. Certainly not her.

Hayden jumped in, "I'm gonna take a stab and say you already knew why we were heading there."

Fran looked down and shrugged sheepishly. "I honestly thought I was going crazy."

"Yeah, we all did. Stu was the one to put it together. Glen insisted Mother A. was from a commercial." She shook her head at the memory. Maybe it helped that she didn't remember much before Trips; information is easier to accept when you didn't believe it to be impossible for years.

"He told me about the paintings too. So, I guess you know…" Fran instinctively put a hand over her belly, and Hayden nodded affirmatively.

"We couldn't confirm, but if I was betting, I know where I'd put my money… on Glen and his damn prophetic pot dreams." Hayden gave a sad smile. Her earlier conversation with the man in question popped back to the front of her thoughts. This confirmation would put more weight to his other predictions…

Mature

The only uses of 'Mature' I have are the ratings on both fics. 😅😬 Damn, that is a fail on my end. 

#nightly nonsense that I am here for #mouse's tag games & reblogs #riding the train to alliteration station