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m-writes-stories · 6 months
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The KC Couple Pt 5
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Preseason Game #2 - 8/19/2023 @Arizona Cardinals
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Warnings: none
Interviewer: It is Preseason Game #2 tomorrow. Back in Glendale, Arizona. What are we feeling? I know Y/N you posted on your Tik Tok saying you aren’t going to the game. Why aren’t you going?
Y/N: My sister is getting married. She has had the date set for a year and a half, and it just happened that it falls on the same day as the game. I am her maid of honor so I can’t really miss the wedding. I will have the game on at the reception. The reception starts at roughly 6:15, so I hopefully will be able to watch the game. 
Travis: I wish she could go to the game but it’ll be ok. I love when I get to see her at games but I can still call and text her. 
Interviewer: Travis how are you feeling going back to Arizona for the first time since the Super Bowl?
Travis: You know I think a lot of people are hoping for another win in Arizona but who knows what will happen. 
Interviewer: Travis are you playing this week?
Travis: That is the plan. I know I am not playing in our next game because it is normal for starters to not start in preseason games. I know the chiefs are one of the few teams who do play starters. But Coach Reid does not have us play in the final preseason game. So I’m pretty used to not playing in the final game. I’ve known for a while that I wouldn’t be playing in that game. Most of the time for preseason we test new plays. We rarely have plays that we are familiar with that we play in preseason games. I probably won’t play the entire game but Coach will have us play as much as he thinks we should. 
Interviewer: Y/N you have been by Travis’s side since day one. Would you say its routine now, each season kinda the same?
Y/N: The idea of the season and the layout is pretty much the same but obviously anything can happen. We play different teams on different days at different times. The little details change but yeah I’m used to it. 
Interviewer: Alright, well next week we stay in Kansas City for the last preseason game. We all hop the three of you stay healthy and we will see you next week.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ W: 38-10 1-1 (Preseason Record)
A/N: I know it’s short but I wanted to get it out so you could enjoy it while i continue working on other parts.
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ghostlygeto · 2 years
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okay last one for now, because I don't want to overwhelm you or anything.
"you deserve better than me" from the angst prompts with keishin, preferably with a fluff ending if possible though, please? <3
okay so i KNOW it says preferably a fluff ending, but you said it was okay if i posted this anyway and i’ve been sitting on it for ages so i am going to. i promise i will give you the most teeth rotting fluff for ukai if you want it next, just to make up for this lol
pairing: ukai keishin x reader
warnings: angst, breakup, hurt/no comfort, just sad shit but <3 part 2 here
wc: 650
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“You deserve better than me.”
Ukai hated having to pick between practicing longer and coming home to you. Because even though you were the most important thing in his life, he felt it easier to let down one person than to let down twelve. And of course for awhile you understood, you'd get most of the day together anyway. Hanging out in the store during your shifts during the day, sleeping next to each other at night. 
But it got old fast, Ukai coming home well past midnight because he had been at a late practice with the boys and then discussing tactics over drinks with Takeda. Even in the time you did have together before he left for practice, it felt like you never spoke. He was busy talking to Takeda over the phone or watching old games and practice matches or coming up with new formations. It didn't matter if you'd try to talk to him, he would just hum in response or give a simple "yeah". You knew he wasn't listening.
You weren't sure when the thought came to mind. But when he had stood you up after promising to be home for dinner, you knew what you had to do. It was 8pm on a Friday, and you knew at this rate he'd be there for another two hours. But you needed to get this out now. You needed to go to the gym and tell him everything.
It was a short walk to the gym, but a cold one. You regretted not changing into pants before leaving your shared home, but you were sure that if you had given yourself anymore time to think you may have talked yourself out of it. So there you were, outside the school's gym door in shorts and one of his hoodies that was far too big on you.
"Keishin," You called out, taking everyone in the gym by surprise. It seemed like everyone stopped what they were doing when they saw you. And you say his face drop, "Can you come out here please? I want to talk to you."
All he did was nod, telling the boys to go back to doing whatever it was moments prior before joining you outside and closing the door behind him. "y/n, I'm so sorry. It completely slipped my mind, I promise I will make it up to you tomorrow."
"I don't think you'll have to do that," You took a deep breath in, "I can't do this anymore, Keishin. You've been so absorbed into volleyball lately that you've barely spoken to me. You promised you'd be home tonight but you're still here. As always."
It didn't feel real, not for one second. You hadn't said it yet, but you didn't need to. He knew where you were going with this. "I love you, y/n. Please don't do this now. You deserve better than me, I know you do. But I can fix this. Give me a chance."
"I love you, I do. More than anything I've ever loved before. But I can't handle being in a relationship with someone who is never there anymore," You finally let the tears fall from your eyes, "I'm going to my friend's house tonight. I'll be by tomorrow and Sunday to get my things. Goodbye, Ukai."
The use of his last name was the final nail in the coffin. He felt his legs start to give out underneath him as you walked away. He couldn't fight it. He knew he had been doing wrong by you lately, but didn't realize it had gotten so bad. He figured he could make it up to you as soon as they have gotten past the game they were prepping so hard for.
As it turns out, when it comes down to it, letting down one person hurts much, much worse than letting down twelve.
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merrock · 3 months
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saturday; market starts tomorrow!
Happy weekend, folks!
Tomorrow kicks off our Winter Holiday Market, which will run in character and out of character from December 17th through 23rd. With the exception of the New Year's Eve party, which we know a lot of people are busy for, this is our last event of the year! We will jump into new stuff starting January 1st.
Before I talk about the event itself, there is an interest check in the OOC blog involving the idea of a plot call / thread roulette post. If that interests you, please chime in, I will make a decision tomorrow morning based on participation / interest.
Now, with the event tomorrow. Threads can be created anytime from the 17th through the 23rd. Open starters are hugely appreciated, as they make a nice opening for people to get random threads happening, maybe even with those they wouldn't think to plot with! But you are also more than welcome to plot privately and do closed threads for one another. Threads do not need to be paused -- you can if you would like to (or start new, event-related things), but please communicate that with the other writer. Once the 23rd comes and goes, we ask that no new threads be created, but you are more than welcome to continue writing anything that has been started as long as you would like!
If you have a character that owns a business or has a craft or hobby that you think would go over well at the Market, please feel free to participate! You can simply make a lil event post of your own showing people what you do / have, and we will reblog it to main (more than likely in a queue) and link it in our main post! That way people can check it out, use it for plotting, etc.
If you have any questions regarding the event, activity, anything at all, don't hesitate to ask! I have a very busy weekend, but will do my best to help you out as soon as possible! I really hope everyone enjoys the event! xx
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parameddic · 1 year
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"Let me see?" Asked in Nikolai's bathroom, with a box of first aid supplies open on the sink. "I can help." (Consider: post gay bashing open/prompt?)
Intervention starters! i'm writing these TonightTM is the goal (accepting)
Hey.
TK still didn't know what Nikolai had called him for. He'd started, on the phone, he'd had something he wanted to talk to him about (the meet-up next week maybe, or dinner they'd planned for tomorrow, in Nikolai's apartment), but TK had picked up and Nikolai had been on the other end for whatever reason, but he was on the other end, he was there, and TK had said, "Um... Nik- listen, Nikolai, can you maybe come pick me up?" with a hoarse sort of ache in his voice, tightness for the way it hurt to breathe around the bruises blossoming across his shoulders and back. Nikolai had not asked questions. He had come.
And now they were here. TK was sitting on a kitchen chair they'd brought in to this tiny bathroom, because there was no tub. The light was bright and clear and not buzzing or anything, it was a totally fine light, but it was bright and TK wished it was not. Nikolai had not insisted TK speak to the police. He had not even brought up the police. TK...
God, the amount of relief he'd felt, realising it was Nikolai on the other end of his busted-up phone, with the broken screen, which had been able to ring, anyway. There... he.... it wasn't - it wasn't fear but he was so... tired sometimes. He should have gone to get checked out, at a hospital. TK turned a little, to allow Nikolai access to the bruise patterned like the underside of a shoe, which had twisted hard enough to break skin, which had through sheer luck failed to dislocate his shoulder.
Fear was the word for it. TK met Nikolai's eyes in the bathroom mirror, watching him work, his hands gentle and warm and in-another-life, so so so so welcome on his skin. TK was in shock. He did not want to apologise for being here; he did not quite want to thank him for having him; he was... he wanted...
"Hey, can I sleep here tonight?" the shoulder Nikolai was not wrapping up lifted and fell. A shrug. "My dad will go insane." Not even necessarily about what had happened. It would matter to him, sure, but it would be, what were you doing out that late, anyway, at least once, he wouldn't even really mean it, but it would come out at least once. "I don't want to worry him."
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unladielike · 11 months
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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖.
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I like to be called: Livi, but I don’t mind any other nicknames used for me!
one thing you should know about me: Despite being a queue-based blog, I tend to be very fast with replies if only because I just generally don’t have a lot on my plate, meaning I very often have nothing I owe even after reblogging memes or posting open starters... to the point where it’s quite common my replies would either post later on today or tomorrow. That, though, is no fault of my mutuals! I just happen to have abysmal luck when it comes to posting at a time where my stuff isn’t easily drowned out by more active folks or when more of my partners are active. However, to prevent burn out, I’m more than happy to slow down my reply speed for those who might already be overwhelmed and would appreciate a longer turn about time when it comes to threads! I’m unable to take hints, though, so unless you request me to withhold replies, chances are high I will keep replying very fast without really knowing you’re overwhelmed by my speediness.
thing you should know about rping with my character(s): Vivian isn’t very easy to ship with. Granted, as long as she happens to like a muse platonically, chances are high she would agree to date them (especially when it comes to her default modern verse where she’s 20-22), but her actually being happy in that relationship would be another story altogether, so there’s a chance she would grow to resent your muse for trapping her in a monogamous relationship she can’t escape from.
And even in the event she does fall in love with your muse, Vivian is still a very obsessive/destructive person, so unless they happen to be fem-aligned, she will attempt to push boundaries and do very questionable/inappropriate things (like tattooing their name somewhere on her body, stealing their underwear, etc), to the point where your muse would potentially have trouble staying in love with her.
Fem-aligned muses have it way better, though, because she generally tends to be less sexually attracted towards them compared to masc-aligned muses, but her having compulsive sexual behaviour means she still might send them inappropriate texts when they’re out with friends or say very questionable things to them (ie: ‘You know, your clothes would look much better on the floor’) very impulsively.
In her older modern verse (where she’s 24+), however, Vivian is more likely to turn others down/enforce boundaries, especially since I default her to have gotten out of an abusive relationship with her ex-girlfriend and ended up having these sorts of thoughts when it comes to love; therefore, she’s less receptive to the idea of commitment/being in a relationship overall. Either way, she’s very much a slowburn oriented muse and will probably spend a long time, remaining oblivious to the fact your muse views her in a romantic light.
joy to work with: ...Gosh, that is certainly an open-ended question. Of course, those I have actually gotten around to writing with (and who I have not unfollowed/blocked at some point) are all genuine gems to me, but as of now, the ones I talk most with are @spiritpyro​ and @eliteimperialism, if only because I’ve known them the longest and find myself being the most comfortable around them. Then again, even though I have no qualms really communicating with others, I’m also not exactly much of a talker, so my social circle on Discord happens to be very small; therefore, I’ll sometimes end up feeling very lonely/inept due to this.
It also doesn’t help that I have more creative energy than social energy, meaning I often spend a long while, typing and re-reading what I wrote like a paranoid autistic bean because I’m terrified of accidentally offending someone... that trying to maintain conversations with others is very draining for me. In short, I suck at befriending most of my partners without writing with them/feeling them out for a while.
first language: Cantonese, but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve lost most of my ability to actually speak it, OTL.
age range: under 13 | 14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 | 30+ | 40+ | 70+
am I okay with nsfw?: yes | no | some nsfw (While I don’t mind NSFW themes, I’m very picky with who I actually write smut with.)
my favorite/most common thing to rp is: angst | adventure | fluff | smut | crack | action | plots | AUs | violence | darker themes | other
this rp blog: does contain ooc posts | doesn’t contain ooc posts | occasionally contains ooc
TAGGED BY: Nobody. I ended up stealing this from Rae!
TAGGING: Anyone who is currently wearing socks, i guess.
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mcrcki · 2 years
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** i will be closing my starter call at this point as i have reached the limits on most of my girls!! i might throw out a smaller call, or if you still want a starter please come let me know and we can plot!! but otherwise, i will most likely just be turning any memes sent tomorrow into more threads !!! but for now this call is CLOSED **
here’s maig, coming in with yet another combination plotting and starter call ,, but extra spicy because it’s for event number 13 !! babey !! this is going to be capped, just to keep my brain happy while trying to get everything done, and i do ask that there be only four requests per mun at a time!! i will be making this permanent for the whole event, so you’re more than welcome to come back and ask for more but for now, that’s my story and i’m sticking to it!! as always though, the number one absolute rule is, please specify who the starter is from and for !!! or else i will no be completely the request!!! keep in mind these starters will not be posted until saturday morning when the event starts, so if you see something crossed out it just means it’s queued :)
as for plotting, simply just hit that heart and i’ll come sliding into your discord dms to get vibes going to how our characters can vibe,, or not, with all these new powers !!!
so read on for how my characters are doing, what their new powers are and some plot vibes for the next week !!!
leia organa || shapeshifting - encanto ( 5 / 4 )
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listen, not for nothing, leia is kinda vibing with this. she’s definitely not thrilled about the fact that she’s lost touch with the family through the force, and she’s a little stressed about that. but otherwise? this is kind cool. i mean, she already sneaks out of the white house and away from her detail enough, this is only going to make it easier. catch her just enjoying a lot of freedom
isabelle lightwood
allana solo
jaina solo
luke skywalker
vex de rolo
lin || superspeed - the eternals ( 1 / 4 )
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lin’s definitely not too pressed about this whole situation either. she’s not really a huge fan of how this is happening, the whole reality behind it freaking her out, but she does enjoy the fact that she’s getting through work way faster, and she doesn’t have to wait for the bus ??
chihiro ogino
marlene mckinnon || orbing - charmed ( 3 / 4 )
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i’m not going to sit here and lie to all of you, marlene is not happy. she could already do all of this teleporting stuff but way easier with her wand, something she knew how to control already. and now you’re telling her she has no magic on top of that? she’s kinda freaking out and would like to just hide in a hole thank you v much
abi mckinnon
felicity mckinnon
alastor moody
omega archeron || telekinesis - stranger things ( 6 / 4 )
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okay, hear me out, this is fucking awesome. omega has always felt a little like she’s not good enough, not strong enough, not anything enough because she’s not an enhanced clone, so now? she can do something new and something powerful? she will simply be using and abusing this, i’m so sorry
xie’er
sprite
theo raeken
connor walsh
killian jones
fennec shand
pj halliwell || telepathy and foresight - lotr ( 4 /4 )
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reading people’s minds sucks, there she said it. also seeing the future? she had just fucking missed that boat with her mom’s powers. :///// she wants her cupid powers back and honestly if she sees someone using them she’s probably going to go a little wild like “give them back !!!!!!! how do you have them!!!!!!” she is not vibing or having a good time
hughie campbell
nie mingjue
eddie kaspbrek
gwen stacy
rowena ravenclaw || unaffected ( 5 / 4 )
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rowena is my one girl who i kept out of the fray. she is already very very confused about this city and is very happy to see that she was not put in any danger with whatever seems to be happening here. will be trying to find a logical reason for why the magic in this city would surge like this though.
benedict bridgerton
blathers
salazar slytherin
blaine anderson
helena ravenclaw
sella palpatine || the force - star wars ( 4 / 4 )
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arguably having the worst time out here. especially out of my girls. a little backstory, at this point in her story, sella is simply terrified of the force. it was used to kill her, her brother is telling her all about how there are people who use it that steal children, and honestly she is just simply afraid of anything to do with this. so when she realizes she can do it, she will be inconsolable. good luck :)
sheev palpatine
winter celchu
hope mikaelson
luke skywalker?
sophie hatter || mediumship / evocation - tua ( 3 / 4 )
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bad, bad, very bad, very scary. sophie doesn’t really like magic to begin with, especially not magic messing with them. it’s totally fine for howl or calcifer to do magic, sure, but keep it very very far from them. and now seeing ghosts? that’s horrifying and sophie is terrified. this week will be Bad.
chihiro ogino
noah czerny
cordelia goode
suki || alchemy - full metal alchemist ( 4 / 4 )
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tbh, she’s kinda liking it kinda like ‘is this why people are always like so psyched about being able to use powers’ will be using and abusing these powers as well, this seems very fun. someone come teach her how to do this cause she wants to get the most out of it.
katara
edward elric
ty lee
prince zuko
tatum riley || mood altering - twilight ( 4 / 4 )
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listen, it’s kinda freaking her out, but also ? this is very fun. she will probably be messing with people a lot, so like please lmk if you want your characters mood altered cause she’s going to be having a lot of fun over it. this is so far out of what she’s used to, she might just think she’s dreaming but it will definitely be a very fun dream
buffy summers
randy meeks
prince eric
kirby reed
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kxllerclaws · 1 year
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(( I'll get to these tomorrow hopefully, but here's a lyrical starter call: Sonic Edition!
Instead of sending these to the inbox, I figure making an entire starter surrounding a lyrical line might be easier to work with.
If you want me to use a random song and/or muse(s), just like this post! If you'd like something more specific, you can reply with the muses involved (either Charles, Chimizo, or Maxim on this end) and optionally, the song you'd like me to use for 'em, out of the list below:
I am all of Me – Crush 40
Infinite – Tyler Smith & Andy Bane from Dangerkids
I’m Here – Tomoya Ohtani / Takahito Eguchi / Merry Kirk-Holmes
Undefeatable -  Tomoya Ohtani / Julian Comeau / Tyler Smyth / Kellin Quinn
Break Through it All - Tomoya Ohtani  / Julian Comeau / Tyler Smyth / Kellin Quinn
Find your Flame - Tomoya Ohtani / Julian Comeau /  Kellin Quinn & Tyler Smyth
What I’m Made Of – Crush 40
Live and Learn – Crush 40
I might do another one of these (perhaps themed like this) in the future, if this is well-received! ))
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shokoism · 2 years
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posb ch 1
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𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ©️ 𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘸𝘰
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱.𝘰.𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.
You figure that you must be addicted to the attention. (It could be worse, you think. Vanity never killed anyone.) And you really are okay with that, most of the time anyways. You like getting dressed up and preening in front of an audience. You love the way it feels to be stared at, whether out of awe or envy or adoration or whatever else the fuck they feel when they catch a glimpse of you. 
But sometimes, as in times like right now, you hate it. 
You hate yourself for staying with Atsumu even though he's horrible, and the only possible (sane) reason you could've endured this for so long was an addiction to the microdoses of fame that dating a famous athlete brought you. (Half-dating.) (Like you could call him your boyfriend in front of friends or in Instagram captions, but not while he fucked you or things got awkward.)
He's probably off chugging beer or competing in some macho man drinking game while you're expected to sit at his booth and look pretty and wait around to finally be graced with his presence for a mere five minutes of the night. It'd been fine the first five hundred fucking times it'd happened at the MSBY post-game parties, but eventually the novelty of your presence had worn off and you'd blended into the background with the furniture. You're as much a fixture at these events as one of the barstools.
You're not a fucking barstool. 
(What are you doing here?)
You've thought of breaking things off with him before, but mostly during fights that left you dizzy with anger. You're impulsive, sure, but even you know better than to break off this (admittedly mutually beneficial) arrangement over a simple argument. You'd needed to make sure you'd lose more by staying than by leaving first.
You swirl your half-empty drink, half-heartedly noting the chipped polish on your middle finger. (You needed a touch up.) You were losing.
It'd be funny to dump him right here and right now in front of his entire team and their livestream audience tuned in to see whatever brilliantly stupid antics the victors were getting up to. He'd hate it. (And by extension, hate you.) (Therein lies the problem, of course.)
You'd never admit this out loud—you've barely admitted it to yourself, for fuck's sake—but you think you love Atsumu, in your own twisted way. You've never been a flowery person—you can count the times you've said 'I love you' out loud to him on your hands, and pet names are out of the question entirely—but the thought of seeing him with another trophy girlfriend makes you so mad that the glass in your hand nearly shatters. (You set it down. The last thing you need tonight is stitches.)
Love is cheap though, and no amount of it is worth being used as a decoration when you know you deserve so much better.
(For starters, a boyfriend that didn't treat you like an accessory.)
You won't dump him in front of his team, not tonight. (Tomorrow, you resolve. You type the reminder into your phone next to the alarm to take your vitamins.) (This will be way better for you than vitamins.)
"Don't you look real pretty tonight?"
(You lock your phone, slamming it face down against your half-bare thigh hard enough to sting.)
"I know."
"It's never a 'thank you' with you, huh?" Osamu makes himself comfortable in the seat across from yours. You wish he wouldn't, but you've lived through this exact scene enough times to know asking isn't worth your breath. (The Miyas do what they want.)
You smile sweetly. "You're welcome."
"You and Atsumu deserve each other," he shoots back, sans the smile. (For what it's worth, you drop your own.) 
"Why don't you go bother him then?" 
He grins now, looking so much like his brother that you're tempted to hurl the rest of your drink at him. "You just look so sad all alone. Figured you needed the company to cheer you up. Pretty girls should smile on Friday nights."
"You're a real asshole."
"Don't shoot the messenger." He chuckles, grabbing your drink and polishing it off with a giant gulp. "He really likes you, you know."
You wave in front of your face disgustedly, piecing together his patronizing words of comfort through his belching. (You're not sure what's grosser, the fruity fumes or that he felt the need to convince you that you were a catch. As if you didn't know.) (You were losing.) "Even twin telepathy has its limits, Miya. Butt out."
"I'm right."
"You always think you're right."
"Because I am." 
"Don't you know that your piece of shit brother only keeps me around for appearances, like some sort of Barbie to show off to his alpha male fans and teammates, or do I have to spell it out for you?" (You have to make a conscious effort to unlock your jaw.) (You're so fucking tense.) "Or do you already know, and just think this shit is funny?"
Osamu's upper lip curls into a sneer. "Don't talk about my piece of shit brother like that again." You quirk an eyebrow upwards. He leans in close enough to drown you in the stench of the alcohol he's downed. (Not that you're any better off yourself.) "He's still my problem."
(A shiver traces down your back.)
"Teach him some basic manners and I'll consider it."
"Quit it."
You roll your eyes, carefully crossing one leg over the other. (He always watches so closely. Not in a creepy way, but you notice because Atsumu never sees anything. They're like night and day.) "Or?"
"Or what?"
"That's what I'm asking." You groan. Osamu holds his liquor well—he's always way drunker than he looks—but he's a nightmare once he reaches his limit. You move to call Atsumu (because it'd be a cold day in Hell before you babysit a man-child for free, let alone one you don't even like), but Osamu swats the phone out of your reach.
"What're you gonna do about it?" 
"I told you to mind your business."
"Are you just gonna keep mopin' about Atsumu being a shitty boyfriend forever? 'Cause that's real fucking boring." You grimace, and he shrugs his shoulders. "I'm just bein' honest."
"You're literally the last person I'd ask for fair, unbiased advice about anything, and also Atsumu's twin brother if I remember correctly." You grab your phone again and stand to leave. "Tell him I went home early." 
"How're you getting there?"
"A cab charged to his card."
He laughs, loudly enough to draw attention from some of the other guests (who you glare at until they pretend to stop eavesdropping). "Is that your plan? You're just gonna cling to him until his money dries up? Lame. Real fuckin' boring." 
Your face burns up, and you hiss when you speak. "I'm going to let this slide once, because you're blacked out and I'll never see your stupid fucking face again after I dump your brother, but you do not get to talk to me like that." You don't care that the cab is 10 minutes away—you're getting out of here now. You'll figure out the dumping part tomorrow.
(You can't figure out which Miya you're more annoyed with.)
Osamu curses under his breath. You'd been pissed with Atsumu for a long time, sure, but damn were you pent up tonight. (He can't say that he's surprised. 'Tsumu's not exactly a romantic.)
Atsumu claps his brother on the back, hard enough to knock him off his seat. "Where the fuck've you been?" He's grinning that wide, shit-eating grin of his that comes out when he's feeling real good.
"What's it to ya?"
(He can be screwed tomorrow. Osamu'll let him have tonight.)
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( Imani paces back and forth in the inn room she's in. Her Primarina, June, is out of his ball, watching his trainer pace around with a concerned look. )
( Today was tiring. Between having to explain herself in front of her friends,to learning more about Hauyne, then learning even more about Hauyne from Melia and Aelita. Suffice to say, she feels like a jerk after what she said earlier. For saying she was angry. Though, the more she thought about it, the more she felt like she had a right to be. Still, Melia and Aelita stating how Hauyne shrewd her own story to make her seem like a villain was eye opening. She frowned at the idea of viewing oneself as that. It's....kinda miss how much people care for you, doesn't it? Despite the countless mistakes people still care and want to be around you..maybe that's hypothetical, coming from her, but Arrow-)
' Arrow! What would Arrow do?'
( Imani thinks long and hard about this, going through the memories that she had with Arrow up to know. One finally comes to mind. The memory was right after the School of Nightmares, Imani locked herself into her room. It was immature, she knows, but she needed to be alone. And yet, when Arrow asked to come in, she let him)
' You're just a kid, you know,' they said that day, ' You have the whole world on your shoulders.'
( Imani looks at them quizzically, prompting Arrow to continue)
' There's people who care about you, and are more than glad to help you carry the burden. I'm more than willing. Please don't forget that,'
( Imani still frowns, looking off to the side)
' But....but all of this started because of my own existence. Maybe things would be better off if I -'
'Shut up'
'Huh?!'
( Imani looks to see Arrow with a genuine frown, their eyebrows furrowed. Were they- angry?!)
' There are people who care about you tremendously. People who you made their lives so much better. Do you really think we would be better off without you, Imani?'
' I-'
' We love you, Imani. Flaws and all. Never forget that'
( The memory fades, and Imani's heart is a brazen. She looks at her starter with great determination.)
" I know what to do now. But I don't know how,"
( She walks up to June, once again cupping his face)
" I think an apology would do it. Not about being angry, but being so quick to judge. And...hmmmm"
( Imani ponders a bit more. The banter between Hauyne and Kali. Specifically the one about her Alolan Ninetales.)
" You think Hauyne is up for a makeover during our downtime? She did mention her Ninetales enjoying fashion...."
( June's eyes light up and he barks happily. Imani grins ear to ear)
" Yeah! I knew you'd get it. So that's the plan for tomorrow! During our downtime we give Hauyne the best makeover ever!"
( June barks again and Imani never felt better. She returned him to his ball, and said her good nights to everyone. That night, she wouldn't wipe the smile off her face if she tried. )
[ooc: resend via ask! Also Imani makeover......2!!!!!]
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(Tonight was another one of those nights for Hauyne.)
(Not wanting to spend the rest of the hours tossing and turning, Hauyne quietly snuck out into the Zorrialyn Coast. As she didn’t want to wake anyone, she left her Pokemon in her room - including her first partner, Kali. God knows she needs her rest; a Mythical she may be, but she isn’t immune to the call of slumber like Hauyne is. Thus, she left the Zeraora to her rest.)
‘Nice weather tonight,’ she mused idly, feeling the sea breeze caressing her face. ‘The skies are clear, the moon is full, and not a trace of light pollution to be seen. The best time to stargaze...’
(She directed her gaze heavenward, allowing herself bask in the rhythmic crashes of the waves against the shore. Even when she’s worlds away, the sounds of the sea never failed to soothe her spirit. It’s only a pity that she could never know the joys of swimming ever again... even the mere thought of going for a dip sent lances of phantom pains searing through her chest.)
(She quashed down the memory of her nearly drowning, in the very beginning on her journey...)
(From deep within her very being, she felt the stirrings of a familiar song emerging. She didn’t fight it, instead letting it flow freely, allowing a poignant sorrow to bleed into her usually dispassionate voice.)
“For whom weeps the storm? Her tears on our skin~ The days of our years gone, Our souls soaked in sin~”
(Her eyes fluttered shut, allowing herself to be enveloped in the song. The rest of lyrics had faded away into the tranquil darkness, yet it mattered not; she was more than familiar with the song to know the exact words that had spilled from her lips. Before long, the final verse had been sung, and Hauyne moved on to a different song. As she sung, the weight pressing against her heart lessened and lessened, and eventually it lifted just enough to feel as if she could finally breathe freely...)
(Eventually, the final song came to a close, giving way to serene silence. Feeling much better than she had before, Hauyne opened her eyes once more. In the lonely coast illuminated only by the glow of the moon, it looked as if her brilliant blue eyes were shining with a preternatural light. Though it could be merely them reflecting the moonlight.)
(Well, anyhow, she felt calm enough to return to her room. Still, there’s one more thing she wanted to do before leaving...)
(A strange yet familiar energy pooled within her chest, building and growing until it felt as if it was going to burst at any moment. Then, she released it, unleashing it all in the form of a thunderous roar. One so powerful, she could practically feel the air ripple violently under its sheer volume and might. It echoed satisfyingly, gradually fading away towards the horizon.)
‘Here’s hoping no one figures this out,’ she snickered to herself at that thought. ‘Or maybe they did, but they’re too nice to point it out.’
(It didn’t matter, anyway. She had vented out everything that she had kept bottled up, and she honestly couldn’t care less if people knew that she was the source of the rumoured “dragon’s roar”. It was, quite honestly, rather cathartic. She could see why dragon Pokemon had loved to roar so much.)
(Dusting off the sand off her clothes, Hauyne spared the night horizon one last glance, before making her way back to Sashila Village.)
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What I'd really like this holiday season:
For all of you on my dash to be kind to each other and yourselves. People write what they want, when they want. And it's the holidays for many: your mutuals may just not be all that active right now. That's okay! But that's also not a reason to believe you and your blog aren't good or interesting enough because you're not getting memes or starter calls, or to throw hate at people who aren't posting frequently IC. Don't do it. Just don't.
For the p.orn bots to go. the. heck. AWAY.
On my end, I'm trying to do the last bit of work I need to do before the long weekend, catch up on threads (and finish some threads. I'm at a point in several threads where they're reaching their natural end, in my opinion. That's not a bad thing!), and then...try to relax. I'm about a quarter into To.wer of Da.wn from the Th.rone of G.lass series and I'm already ready for giant epic fantasy magic battle showdown in the next and final book.
The key for me is - regular fantasy? Meh.
Fantasy with plenty of romance elements, family and found family elements, with some magic powers and battles woven in? Yes. Yes good. Continue.
I'm also cooking on Christmas Eve, and it'll be inspired by a thread on the blog. I did this about a year ago with one of Sonia's favorite dishes so I thought I'd give it another try with another dish mentioned here. I'm not looking to braving several shops tomorrow when it's abnormally cold: I come from a part of the world where freezing temperatures are a real cause for concern (aka. we don't have enough snow plows/salt trucks if winter weather happens. Yes, much of the country laughs at us).
In short: remember the Whea.ton Rule and be good to each other. Please.
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just-miru · 2 years
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hi
y'all already know where this is going hehe-
ok so, i was thinking again about the similarities between William's remnant and Melvina's vaccines.
so far we know that both the remnant and the vaccines have something to do with strong/pure emotions.
but what are some differences between them?
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i guess that's a small difference for starters. while remnant isn't actually a vaccine against it, you could say it managed to get rid of William's (possible) fear of death (without affecting his other emotions), like-
why would he fear death while being immortal?
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again, remnant doesn't actually do that. it makes William immortal + gets rid of a possible fear of death, and that would pretty much be it. but wait! there's actually more to Melvina as well-
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and i just think it's neat how similar yet different they can be, like-
William (involuntary) gets rid of his fear of death without blocking his other emotions and fears (he's still afraid of being caught/the consequences of his actions, for example) while also keeping his humanity (if u could call it that asdkskks-)
Melvina, on the other hand, hasn't lost her humanity and emotions (completely, at least) thanks to her fear of death alone.
"so, her emotions were not completely blocked."
since she couldn't block her emotions all at once, she took the other path - she began blocking each emotion separately.
if Melvina were to use dark remnant as a first vaccine, would it have worked? would she have gotten rid of all her emotions and humanity at once?
i mean... like i said above, but in Melvina's case now - why would she fear death while being immortal?
remnant certainly would get rid of her fear of death, the only fear that stops her from achieving her goal, sure. but what about the other emotions? would they be blocked too?
well, here's where my silly theory fails, kinda - as i said a few times already, William's other emotions/fears were not blocked by remnant, so... why would Melvina's be?
would the motives of the person matter as well? can remnant get influenced by the desires of a person?
even if Melvina gets rid of her fear of death first, would she have to get rid of the others separately in this case too?
*screams in confused rage*
maybe, just maybe, i should accept the fact that these are two separate pieces of media that just happen to have some similarities between them, and while some silly theories might work, others might fail.
...
no. i don't think i will-
i don't have anything else to add right now, but i will be back, hehe.
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anyway, as my post from earlier suggested ("i sure hope my thoughts will be clearer today hehe"), this was actually supposed to be about light remnant/the physical manifestation of Sunny's hope, but i got carried away with this silly idea instead, and now i am unable to think more about the hope one, so yeah-
tomorrow is another day, hehe-
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quahogchowda-blog · 1 month
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This was an experiment... "I didn't measure a single thing..." sourdough bread... 🤣 Even though I can't attach all of the images from the 4 days I wanted to save these posts from Facebook... because it was definitely a learning experience... And was very popular with my readers. Everyone seemed to enjoy it allot.
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DAY 1...
So today when I got home from work... I realized I better feed my starters because it's been awhile and one of them had a really thick layer of hooch on top... After feeding the two of them (The only reason I have these two +1 more is because they're actually two different kinds)... Anyway... I had so much extra... but have ABSOLUTELY noooooo desire to actually bake anything with it today... Too tired from work... and I didn't want to throw it away... So what I did was... Literally started another experiment that I can bake in a couple days... I'm calling it my "I didn't measure a single thing loaf" 🤣🤣🤣 I didn't measure the starter... I didn't measure the water... and I have no clue how much flour I added I just kept adding flour till I thought it was good... I'll add a little more water and some salt in about an hour... But then throw it in the fridge... There's an enormous amount of starter in here so we shall see... Maybe it'll create a monster. And I'm quite certain this is the ONLY group I can post this in without getting completely razzed. I'll check back in a couple days with the results. 😛
DAY 1... Post 2...
Okay.... since I'm one of the most impatient persons in the world I know that I would be going crazy waiting for results... And since I wasn't quite ready for bed yet... I decided to do my stretch and folds tonight... which actually it turns out needed to be coil folds due to the hydration level. This has got to be the most hydrated dough I've ever made... But as you all know... we're never going to know exactly what the hydration level is... 😜😝🤪 I'm posting these current results... I'm actually quite pleased so far.... But now it's waaaay past my bedtime at 6:30 p.m. 🤣 So the rest is going to have to wait until tomorrow. I'm hoping it can go about 2 days before I have to cook it. Because I know I'm going to be just as tired tomorrow when I get home from work. But we shall see how it looks tomorrow. #IDidntMeasureAnythingLoaf
Day 2...
UPDATE on the "I didn't measure a single thing" loaf dough... 🤣 Day 2... The plan is to leave it in the fridge until tomorrow when I get home from work at about 3 P.M. Then I'm going to take it out... let it warm up a little bit... form it and put it in the banneton... Leave overnight on the table to rise and then bake it first thing Friday morning. I think it's looking pretty good though... 😍 It definitely did a little something something in the fridge overnight and all day. 😊👍
DAY 3.... Post 1...
UPDATE... Day 3... On the "I didn't measure a single thing" loaf... 😂 Getting closer to "D" day... I'm not quite sure I'm going to be able to wait till the morning to bake it though. I hope so cuz I really don't want to stay up late or get up in the middle of the night. Not feeling the greatest today... But I don't think it's gonna make it much longer without running out of steam...
So today... When I got home from work I took it out of the refrigerator where it's been since day one... Left it on the counter for an hour and a half and I could already see... even though it was so cold from being in the fridge... it was rising some more... Gently plopped it out on the counter... sprinkled a tiny bit of flour just to make it easier to form... I'm not one of those bakers who likes to manhandle my dough so I try not to push too much of the gasses out... GENTLY formed it up... I folded two sides... One at a time to the middle... Well a little more than the middle... Then I folded the other two sides to the middle... And twisted it around a little bit to get the tension going. Talk about bubbles... there was a lot of fat bubbles poking out the sides... 😍 Maybe too many bubbles... Not sure... I popped them... 🤣🤪🤣Maybe in this case I should have been a little more aggressive with the forming... But I really didn't want to change anything more that I normally do except for the I didn't measure anything part. Now it's just waiting in the cool dark oven... out of the way... to rise enough to be baked... I was hoping to wait till the morning but I really don't want to put it back in the refrigerator.
I can honestly say this is been pretty kool so far. 😊🧊🥶❄️😃
DAY 3... Post 2...
It's finally baked...
Woohoo... UPDATE... 🍿🍿🍿 On the "I didn't measure a single thing loaf..." Lucky day for y'all waiting in the wings... Bread is finished baking... 😍 I definitely could not have waited till the morning... It would have most definitely been over proofed...
Almost final reveal... 😍 I'm going to have to call this a success though. Even though we won't see crumb shots till tomorrow... That will be the FINAL FINAL look at the actual success... This loaf was baked starting in a COLD cast iron Dutch Oven with the lid on... starting with a COLD oven and a temperature set at 455° for the first 55 minutes... Then I take the lid off and bake for another 10 minutes still at 455°. Final temperature of the bread 208.6°...
What do you all think of that???
I'm actually really very excited that this came out soooo well.
Once I plopped it into the Dutch oven and scored the top I started having doubts because it looked like the top was sinking in a little bit in spots and it was possibly overproofed... But looking at this now... even if the texture inside isn't all 100% sourdough perfection perfect with numerous holes and all that... I don't care. 🤣 Because it looks and smells amazing.
I would say this is absolute 100% proof that making sourdough bread... Does not at all have to be so scientific and exact... One should not stress out... One should have fun and break as many rules as possible... I do. 🤣🤣🤣
Day 4... FINAL CRUMB shots...
Crumb shot... "I didn't measure a single thing" loaf... I didn't measure the starter, I didn't measure the flour, I didn't measure the water, and I didn't even really measure the amount of salt I guesstimated by pouring it in my hand... And I literally fed the starter immediately before making the dough... That was after 2 weeks in the fridge without feeding... I let the loaf sit out overnight before cutting... I'm not 100% positive... but pretty sure this is the best crumb I've achieved so far... In all my years of making sourdough. I'm definitely quite pleased with this experiment and how it came out... Thank you all for the support it was fun. 😊😍👍
Also again...
Here's the links to the original few posts for those that want the whole story... 😍👍
Day 1 Post 1... https://m.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/644412197756594/?mibextid=Nif5oz
Day 1 Post 2... https://www.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/644463387751475/?mibextid=Nif5oz
Day 2...
https://www.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/644966004367880/?mibextid=Nif5oz
Day 3... Post 1...
https://www.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/645507320980415/?mibextid=Nif5oz
Day 3... post 2...
https://m.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/645569687640845/?mibextid=Nif5oz
Day 4... Crumb shots here... 😍 https://m.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/645819577615856/?mibextid=Nif5oz
NOTE: The first image is after 3.5 hours final rise after shaping... Sitting on the countertop... The second and third images is after the first 55 minutes of baking with the lid on... The remaining pictures are after it was completely finished baking...
Note for Tumblr... The images in this post are not exactly as they were in the Facebook posts... Since I'm only able to put 10 images here.
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thoughtsaladblog · 3 months
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Not Yet Goodbye, But not hello.
Well fuck! It's another year around the damn sun- and I'm another year closer to forty. But that's not the main focus of this.. or maybe it is. Let's find out in which direction my mind ambles.
But for starters- as per my last post, it was supposed to be some sad soppy farewell from Morally Grey, given that I believed him not to share an interest in me. Turns out I was somewhat pleasantly mistaken. No don't cheer yet, it doesn't really go in the direction you're hoping. So he is interested in me/attracted or whatever the fuck else, buuuuut he is looking for a partner from the same region as his (understandably so), and therefore while this is all well and dandy, it's really unlikely. Yep.. *insert loud, disappointed sigh here*
The irony of finding someone you genuinely connect with and like, finding he likes you too but you can't get together because of logistics. *insert eyeroll*
But also, in fairness, while that's a perfectly logical conclusion- nothing short of what I'd expect from a rational thinking and logical person- Imma call bullshit. Because imo, if you are genuinely invested/interested in someone and would like to pursue something with them, logistics are just an excuse. Because there's always a workaround that. So let's be real...he ain't that invested. (Hamilton said it best- "you will never be satisfied")
But that's yesterday's news. Today's news is that my stupid heart got carried away with the damn news and of course, the dumb bitch is over-analyzing shit and caring for the bloke and turning into a downright weirdo. She compelled me to buy the bugger a fucking gift!! Fucking simpy shit! Furthermore, the dumb bitch looks forward to talking to the bloke- like it's some daily dose of therapy. Like, calm down sis! This ain't that kinda vibe.
I think it's safe to say I need to reel her in and get real with her. Him being interested doesn't mean you have a shot. So you need to open your eyes and see it for what it is- a futile effort. No, you're not getting your grand, romantic love story here. Keep searching, perhaps you'll find it. Or we can both be real and accept that it doesn't fucking exist and settle for the next best option- mental, emotional and financial stability with whoever the dude.
So starting tomorrow- or rather later today- kindly, distance yourself from the guy and try not to crave his attention so much. And do right by yourself ffs! Also give the guy time and reason to miss you- and a chance to work for your affections- don't just go doling it out like Marie biscuits at a funeral.
Oh also.. No sex? Not in the mood? This is starting to look just grey without the "morally". Where's my bed-rocking, internal organ rearranging, hornier than a hamster sex?? Not gonna lie- I am fairly disappointed. 2 stars from me- and one of them is simply because he sounds cute when he speaks Sinhala. Keep this up and I feel I won't need posts to get me uninterested in the dude... Although somehow his conversations alone are enough to get the blood pumping (in my heart and in my orchid).
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boundlss · 6 months
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writing on tumblr is a doomed interest i think. nobody replies to the things i send. nobody asks me questions unless i ask them to. i have 2 people consistently in my activity. most of my friends have dropped rping altogether. i believe most people who are mutuals with me genuinely don't care at all about my writing or my muses. i check my interest checker every day even though on average i get one response every two months. i open my dash every day and watch as all my mutuals get 10 people responding to things i would have to beg one person to respond to. i don't really know how much longer i can continue having this hobby and being happy about it. tomorrow i will probably reblog another rp meme and post another starter call on both of my blogs and i will be lucky to get one ask. i don't really know what else i can do to make people want to write with me. i think i just have to live with the fact that there are very few people who do.
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amarvelousmencgerie · 11 months
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[So I haven't slept but about 5 hours in two days. I'm having a bout of insomnia and it's kicking my ass but now, my vision is going. So I got some stuff done for @fictalmultitude I have six more starters to write Yay. Watch today and tomorrow because Starter Calls for some of my new muses that aren't listed but Canon will be coming out. Also, when I'm over here later, before going to my other blogs, I'm going to try to get a huge chunk of asks done. REmember if I move it to a new post, it can be continued, if I reply to it via the ask you sent on an askpost, then it's just a small drabble or scene that I'm not going to reply to if you do... I have to put a limit somewhere but I still want to answer your asks you send in.
Also, when I do get up, I'm gonna try to do a little focusing on @anintergalacticmencgerie, @ahorrificmencgerie and @amarvelousmencgerie. I at least need to make sure all my drafts are done over there and get my muse lists and rules up. Come follow me on those if you like. What kind of blog they are is pretty self explainatory by the URL. Also those are all low activity and pretty much just for people I talk to and such over here. Remember they are all side blogs.
Okay I think that's about it but that's my update. Wish me luck on trying to get at least another few hours sleep so I can do some more writing.]
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mypoisonedvine · 3 years
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𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐) || sub!bucky barnes x dominatrix!reader
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || every client is different, with different needs; but this client is, in every way, exceptional.
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 5k
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut (cnc), dom/sub relationship, ‘mistress’ title, pain kink, cockwarming, orgasm denial/control, use of a cockring, slapping, objectification/degradation, some angst and hurt/comfort, crying after sex, touchstarved!bucky
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"And you can promise complete and total discretion?” the deep and husky voice on the other end of the line repeated, low enough that it was almost a whisper.
You laughed a little. “Of course,” you answered. Most clients were serious about privacy, but this guy was next level. He must be famous, you thought to yourself, or married. Or both.
But just as much as your clients wanted to keep you separate from their personal life, you would rather they know nothing about who you are. Of course it was always a risk, since nobody could hide their face and you had to work out of your apartment, but you did what you could to keep your job just that— a job.
You told your friends you were a consultant, because people didn’t question that. Sure, it was hard to keep up the lie sometimes when you got last-minute bookings and had to cancel plans, but it was worth it for the money these men were willing to pay.
And this new guy? He was shelling out all kinds of cash, on a long set of conditions. Including an NDA. You wouldn’t have given him up either way, but if the contract made him feel better (and made him pay more) then you were happy to sign it.
“So it’s all anonymous, then? No ID, no credit card…?” he pressed.
“I mean, if cash is easier for you—”
“It is.”
You were starting to worry that this was a major red flag, as if he didn’t want to be traceable back to you at all. It was almost a dealbreaker, until you glanced down at the legal pad you’d written his offer on and remembered that you couldn’t afford to turn him down. “Then cash is fine,” you decided, making a note to yourself to have 911 already dialed when he came by in case his aversion to ID was really about a desire to get away with something.
“When can we start?”
“Um, well the soonest I can do is tomorrow at seven” you explained.
"Great, I'll be there," he answered firmly, apparently about to hand up.
“Hey, hey, slow down!” you chuckled. “Can I at least get a name?”
“I didn’t think we needed to do names.”
“We don’t… but if you’re willing, I’d like to know something to call you.”
“James,” he answered after a tense pause. “James is fine.”
“Alright, James, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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Upon opening the door, you instantly noticed three things about him: he was tall, he was big, and he was sexy.
You had sort of been hoping that his appearance wouldn’t match his voice, but it did, and it was going to make this so much harder.  Maybe easier in a few ways, but overall worse.  It was important that you didn’t get too emotionally invested with your clients.
His eyes were dragging over you like he was just as taken aback.  Which was odd, because he must have seen your picture online before he called you.  
“James,” you greeted. “Glad you made it.”
You stepped aside to let him enter, guiding him to take a seat in your living room.  Before clients came by, you hid any signs of life and kept the space as neutral as possible, which was why the only furniture was the white couch he sat on, the black chair across from it, and a glass table in between.
You sat in the black chair and crossed your legs, noticing with pride the way his eyes studied your every move.
“It’s important that we have a discussion about boundaries and limits before this goes any further," you explained sternly, and he nodded slightly.  "Tell me what you do and don't want."
“Uh, well, I guess I was just looking for… somebody who can administer, um, discipline… you know, someone who sets rules and enforces them.  But could also be kind of, uh, sweet I guess, to.  Not too sweet, just… not too mean either."
You smiled a little; he sounded right up your alley.  "I can do that."
"You should know I… I have a… disability.  My left arm it's, um, it's a prosthetic."
"How would you like me to accommodate that?"
"Just don't say anything about it, please.  Treat it like a normal arm.  And, uh, if you could ignore my scars, too…" he added awkwardly.
"Of course,” you nodded, “I would never want to make you feel insecure."
"Well, I mean, I'm not against degradation," he admitted sheepishly, making you smile a little.
"Right: that's different.  Anything else you're distinctly not against?"
“I can take a lot of pain,” he explained matter-of-factly.  “However much you think I can handle, double it.  I wanna feel it.”
You could almost hear the words he wasn’t saying: I wanna feel something.
“Okay, we can do that.  You’ve probably heard of the color system," you posited.
“I haven’t.”
"Oh."  That threw you off slightly… how new was he to this scene?  “Well, it’s traditionally green, yellow, red; like a stoplight.  Red means stop.  Yellow means proceed with caution.  Green means continue.”
“Sounds simple enough.”
“Too simple for me, in fact.  I have my own version: ‘red’ will make me stop what I’m doing, but only ‘black’ ends the scene entirely.  And then there’s ‘blue.’  That means you want more.”
He smirked a little; a strong show of emotion compared to his stoicism so far.  “I think I’ll use that one most.”
“Just don’t be afraid to use anything else, alright?  I’d never be disappointed in you for safewording, or even just needing a break.”
He nodded.  “Can we get to it then?”
“You’re rushing as always,” you laughed.  “I’m not charging you for this part.  We have plenty of time— don’t we?”
“Yes, but—” he sighed.  “You look really… I walked in and, I guess I’m just really looking forward to this.”
You almost would’ve smiled at the compliment but you thankfully suppressed it.  “And what is it that you’re looking forward to?  What do you want me to do to you?”
His jaw tightened as he looked away from you.  “Um, there’s a lot.”
“Enlighten me.”
“Ropes.  Strongest you have.  I can buy you stronger ones if you need them, for next time…”
He’s already thinking about next time?  He’s already thinking about buying me things?
“Alright, I can do ropes: wrists and ankles?  Or more than that?”
He seemed a bit confused by that question.  “Is there anywhere else?”
“Torso,” you enumerated, “neck—” you stopped because you saw his reaction to that, and it made you smile a bit.  “Okay, so maybe the neck is something to try.  Do you like being choked?”
“I… I don’t know…” he sighed.
“Have you ever been choked before?”
“Not… sexually...”
You felt your eyebrows rise, but didn’t want to press; a story for another time, perhaps.
“We’ll have to discuss silent safewords and signals so you can tap out, but if you’d be willing to try it—”
“Yes.”
You laughed.  “Eager, are we?”
He swallowed, and you wondered if you shouldn’t have let your ‘dom voice’ slip out in that moment… but he looked so good flustered like that.  He adjusted himself slightly in his chair and you hoped he was already hard.  And with that thought in mind, you couldn’t stop yourself from teasing him further.
“Do you like being called certain things?” you asked, voice lower as you leaned forward.  “How do you feel about ‘pet’?” 
He almost kept up his poker face, but his gaze faltered at the same time he moved in his chair again.  “Um, ‘pet’ is okay.”
“Baby boy?”
“Not really my speed,” he shrugged.
You slipped out of your chair and stood up, approaching him slowly as the click of your heels echoed across the tile.  He watched you with wide eyes and quickening breaths.
“What do you like?  Tell me,” you demanded, though you kept your tone light.
“Uh,” he paused, watching your hand as it rested on his leg, “I like… I like being called a good boy.”
You grinned as you pulled your hand away, watching him tense up with disappointment.  “I can do that,” you agreed, lifting his chin with a finger until he looked at you with those beautiful, desperate eyes, “if you actually are being a good boy for me.” “I will,” he promised quickly, “I’ll be so good.”
“Mmm, I bet you will,” you purred.  “So willing to please…”
“Tell me how,” he sighed as your hand trailed from his chin down to his chest, slipping under the loose collar of his henley and rubbing his chest.  “Tell me how to please you.”
“Well, for starters, I have a name, too: Mistress.”
He sighed like the wind had been knocked out of him, but nodded.
“And if I ask you a question, I expect you to answer ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘No, Mistress’.  Is that clear?”
“Uh-huh,” he agreed before suddenly correcting himself, “um, yes, Mistress.”
“I’ll let you have that one,” you frowned, “but further infractions will be punished.”
“Yes, Mistress; I’m sorry, Mistress,” he moaned, melting under your touch as your hand moved down to rub his thigh through his jeans.
“Now, just for fun,” you smiled, leaning down until your lips were nearly brushing his ear, “tell me what you want.”
“Please touch me, Mistress,” he sighed.
“But I am touching you.”
“Touch my… touch my cock," he clarified, adorably embarrassed. "It’s so hard for you…”
“We’ll get to that eventually.  Let’s go to the bedroom first, okay?”
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However good he looked standing in your doorway half an hour ago, it was nothing compared to how he looked naked and hard and tied to your bed.
Yes, the prosthetic and the scars that attached it to his body were hard to ignore.  He had failed to warn you that it was metal, so you couldn’t hide the slight shift of your face when it caught the light; you hoped he didn’t think it was a look of judgment or disgust, because you truly didn’t think it was anything upsetting.  Maybe the scars were a little worrying… but they didn’t seem to bother him now, at least physically.
But truly, if anything was distracting about his body, it wasn’t the arm.  It was his muscles— no wait, it had to be his cock, right?  It’s tough to call: on one hand, his entire body was toned and hardened beyond the peak of human conditioning, his thick thighs making your mouth water already, his chiseled abs almost making you jealous; but on the other hand, between those lovely thighs and curving up against those perfect abs was a cock that rivalled anything you'd ever seen before, with a blue vein running up one side and a drip of precum rolling down the other.
You finally sauntered up to the bed and ran your fingers over the taught ropes, pretending to ignore him watching you impatiently.  It was almost hotter knowing that he could pull out of the ropes if he really wanted to.  More than most, he was choosing to submit to them and to you.
“How’s this knot feel?  Too tight?” you hummed, tugging the rope just beside his wrist and watching his hand move limply with it.
“No, it’s good.”
You stepped back to the foot of the bed and stripped slowly, peeling off your black dress to reveal a matching lace set underneath.  You left your heels on as you stepped out of the dress and kicked it aside.
Turning back to face him, James looked like he was all but drooling.  You could see in his eyes how much he wished the ropes weren’t holding him back so he could run his hands all over your body.
But you could tell he craved being denied what he wanted, by the way his cock flexed of its own volition.
You let yourself smile as you crawled your way up the bed and over his body, like a panther stalking its prey, and boy did he look ready to be devoured.
"Are you scared?" you asked quietly.  He shook his head.  "Are you ready?"
He nodded.  You sat up as you straddled him, positioned just right such that no part of you was really touching him, and watched with delight as he tugged against the ropes slightly to try to get closer.
"So needy," you grinned, somewhere between praising and scolding him.  Your fingers ghosted over his chest and he shivered; he asked you to treat his prosthetic like a normal arm, so you dragged your nails down the metal and watched his eyes flutter shut.  When you pulled your hand back and left him untouched again, he whined slightly.
“Aw, poor thing,” you pouted as you examined him, desperation emanating off of him in an invisible aura.  “Your cock is all red and leaking… it must hurt, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned.
“What if I touch it a little?” you offered.
“Please…”
You traced your fingers lightly up and down his length, tickling the skin and giving him the least pressure that you could.  He whimpered and you chuckled mockingly.  “I said I’d touch it a little, sweet boy, are you not satisfied?”
He bucked up into your touch as best he could, causing you to pull your hand away.  “Baby, please—” 
You cut him off with a slap to the face, as hard as you could muster.
“Mistress!” he corrected with a whine.  “Mistress, please… please wrap your hand around it.”
“Around what?” 
“Around… my cock.  Stroke me, please…”
“All you had to do was ask,” you grinned, finally tightening your hand around him and moving slowly up and down the shaft.  His head fell back with a soft moan, just from that.  Your teasing had certainly helped get him this worked up, but you knew it wasn't just that… he was plenty sensitive all on his own, apparently.
It made your mouth water.
"Does this feel good, James?" you asked huskily.
"S-so good," he whimpered, "please can you… stroke it a little faster, please, Mistress…"
"Hmm, not yet," you decided, feeling him tense up beneath you.  "Relax," you instructed with a free hand rubbing his thigh gently.  
You continued to teasingly stroke his length, never quite giving him the pressure or speed he needed to get closer to his release, savoring every whimper and whine and sigh from him along with the satisfying weight of his cock against your palm.
It felt like you'd never get tired of wielding so much power in your hand.
"Please," he sighed, "I need more…"
"You want me to stroke you faster?" you pressed, already knowing that wasn't what he meant.  He shook his head and you grinned, leaning in closer but letting go of his cock. 
Slowly, you let the lace covering your core rub up against his shaft, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.  "Ohhhhh," he moaned, "oh fuck, Mistress…"
You grinned and kept rocking against him, easily feeling the warmth of him through your panties— meaning he, in turn, could feel the warmth of you.  "How does it feel, baby?" 
"Good," he choked out, "really, really good… fuck, I want more, I need more, please…"
"Are you my good boy, James?" you asked in a low purr.  He nodded eagerly, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed nothing.  "Do you want to be inside me?" you finally whispered against his ear, letting a finger run lazily up his spine and feeling him shiver so hard it was more like he was convulsing.
"Please, Mistress, I'll do anything…"
You didn't touch all of your clients sexually, due in part to the fact that they usually wanted a lot more pain than pleasure.  You'd only had sex with one or two of them, and it wasn't a routine thing.  Before today you never would've imagined doing this with a first-time client, but to be completely honest… he was fucking hot.  The kind of guy you'd be spreading your legs for instantly if you weren't at work and he wanted to buy you a drink or grab lunch.  And he was here, at your disposal, begging you for more.  How could you say no?  
You pulled your panties aside and gripped his cock tightly to guide it to your entrance, studying his face twisted in anticipation before sinking down and watching him gasp and sigh all at once, somehow.
It took a lot of effort to hide your own pleasure when he was stretching you out so perfectly, but you managed to suppress the desire to moan and just smile at his fucked-out expression instead.
Finally, your hips met with his and you got to sit there and enjoy the look of dawning agony as he realized you were staying completely still.
“Move, please,” he sobbed, “oh god, Mistress, please move…”
“But I thought you wanted to be inside me?  Isn’t this what you asked for?”
He whined and tried to wiggle his hips; all that got him was two hard slaps to the face.  
“No whining,” you instructed through your teeth.  “Good boys don’t whine.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whimpered, “‘m your good boy, I promise.”
“I know you are,” you grinned, “or at least, I know you can be.  Show me how good and patient you are.”
Reaching to the side a bit without getting off of him, you pulled a vibrator from your drawer.  His eyes went a little wide when he saw it, and you laughed.
"Don't worry, this isn't for you.  It's for me," you explained as you turned it on, inserting it between your body and his to touch the toy against your clit.  He winced as you sighed contentedly.  "Fuck, it feels good.  Can you feel it on your cock?"
"A… a little…" he hissed.
"I bet it feels good for you too," you posited, "but not good enough to make you come."
After a little pause, he nodded breathlessly.
"Good," you smiled.  "I just wanna come with your cock inside me.  I wanna know how it feels to get off with my favorite toy while being full of my newest toy."
"Fuck," he groaned.
"Do you like that, pretty boy?  Do you like me using your cock, being your Mistress' dumb little fucktoy?"
"Yes," he sobbed, hips shifting ever so slightly beneath you as he sought more stimulation from your flexing walls.  Shifting the vibe to hit right on your clit, you cried out— and he did too, at the feeling of you tightening around him.
"God, you love being Mistress' dildo, don't you?"
He nodded, biting hard on his lip until you worried he'd hurt himself.  He moaned again as another jolt of pleasure forced your channel to clench on his cock.
"You're making too much noise for a fucktoy, you need to be quiet."
He opened his mouth for a second, but closed it again and nodded instead.  
"You can do it yourself right?" you pressed, seeing him nod.  "You don't need me to gag that pretty mouth?" 
He whined but shook his head, keeping his lips pressed together.
That went on for a few more moments as you teased yourself with the vibe, hoping to draw this out for the sake of his struggle.  Wanting to up the ante, you took the vibe off your clit and turned it off for a moment.  "I think this would feel better with a little lube… will you get it wet for me, James?"
You brought the toy to his lips and he eagerly wrapped them around it, sucking lightly on the silicone with those pretty lashes resting on his cheeks.
"There you go, that's a good boy," you praised, pulling the toy from his mouth, "that's my good boy…"
"Yours…" he repeated weakly, "wanna be good for you, just for you…"
This time when you turned it on and pressed it to your clit again, you instantly gasped and felt your walls bare down on him; turning up the vibration, you actually moaned aloud and saw him wince.  "Oh, can you feel it now?" you asked tauntingly.  He bit his lip and nodded.
It really wasn't even intentional but you felt your hips start to rock, making him gasp as his eyes shot open.  For a guy who had been begging you to move not too long ago, he looked pretty overwhelmed by it now.
"Fuck, I'm gonna make myself come on your cock… do you wanna feel me come, baby?"
He seemed conflicted, which was exactly what you were going for.  You wanted him to struggle, just enough, between his need to satisfy himself and his desire to please you.  "I… I want to make you come, Mistress," he finally choked out, notably answering a slightly different question than the one you'd asked.  
You smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear: "Are you afraid that if you feel me come around you, you won't be able to hold back?  That you might accidentally come inside me?"
He made a needy little groan and nodded.
"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna help you," you promised sweetly, but of course as soon as he saw you grab a cockring from your drawer he changed his tune.
"N-no, Mistress, please," he begged with wide eyes, "I'll be good, just not that— don't put that on me."
You smirked and sat up, pulling off of him and slowly slipping the ring on his throbbing length as he quietly pleaded for mercy.  He winced when you pushed it down to the base of him, his cheeks burning hot red now.
"Is it a little too tight, baby?" you cooed, grinning when he nodded.  "Good."
You sank back down into him and let your hips grind on his, working your clit with the vibe and even kicking it up to the next highest setting.  He jolted beneath you, clearly feeling the vibrations strongly now, and you let the view of his beautifully broken facial expression egg on your own climax.
"Mm, I'm close, baby," you whispered, "just stay still and let Mistress use you like a good little boy."
He made a small noise through his teeth but seemed to manage okay, even when your walls began to pulse rhythmically around him and your head fell back, your free hand palming at your breast through the lace bra just to add that last little edge of sensation.
"Oh fuck, fuck," you moaned, "that's my good boy…"
You shakily pulled the vibe away and turned it off, still a little numb on your clit but feeling your channel still rippling slightly with aftershocks; he seemed to feel them in spite of their subtlety, if the panting breaths that filled his muscular chest rapidly were any indication.
As slow as you could manage, you pulled your body off of him and sat back on his legs to stare at his cock.  The remnants of your orgasm left plenty of lubrication to stroke it, focusing on the head which had turned almost purple now.
"M-Mistress," he groaned, writhing under your touch.
Amazingly, his cock was already flexing in your hand, and a growl of pride and hunger echoed in your chest.
“Oh fuck, can you come for me, James?” you moaned, pumping him so fast your hand was a blur.  “Can you be my good boy and come right through the cockring?”
“Yes,” he sobbed, “gonna come, Mistress, please—”
“Come right now,” you demanded, watching his face instantly fall slack as he spurted out onto his own chest and stomach, cock flexing and pulsing in your hands as his legs quivered and his hips thrusted wildly.
And the tears were flowing soon after.  You weren’t sure if it was sub drop or just the power of his release, but between weak sobs he whispered broken apologies.
“You did so good,” you cooed as you slipped off the ring and wrapped your arms around him, subtly trying to reach over to untie the ropes.  But you didn’t need to; he flexed his arms and the restraints popped like floss.  He embraced you in return as you let his head fall onto your chest.  “You’re so good, it’s okay,” you continued, stroking his hair.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated again, breathing quickly and wetting you with his tears.
This, you realized, is what he had made you sign the contract to protect.  It wasn’t that he was excessively embarrassed about his sexual proclivities, but that this was his space to be soft, and weak, and broken.  Apparently he wasn’t ready for anyone else to know that he wasn’t steel all the way down.
“Shh, it’s okay… you’re okay…” you breathed, indulging him in this moment even though it was more intimate than you preferred to get with customers.  Aftercare was an important part of your job, certainly, but so was enforcing boundaries.
He began to soothe as you kissed his forehead gently, whispering well-deserved affirmations and praise.  As his breathing slowed and moved back to normal, he pulled back and looked up at you.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated one more time, but not as wavering as before, “I didn’t think I would… that was unexpected.”
“No, it’s somewhat normal,” you exaggerated slightly, “this kind of thing… it’s taxing, I pushed you to your limits.  You were really tough, and it’s all very vulnerable.”
“Thanks,” he sighed, sniffling and wiping his eyes.  “And sorry about your ropes,” he smiled as he noticed the frayed ends coming off of where his wrists were still tied.
“Let me help you get those off,” you smiled, loosening the knots and sliding the binds off of him, quickly massaging the places that the rope had constricted.  “Blood flow’s okay?”
“Yep,” he nodded.
“You numb anywhere?” you pressed.
“Uh, just my dick.  And my brain is all fuzzy…” 
You smiled.  “Can’t help the first one.  Let me get you some water for the second.”
“No!” he yelped suddenly.  “Um, don’t go yet, please…”
“Of course,” you smiled.  “I’ll untie your ankles, then.”
He still seemed disappointed, as if he expected you to hug him for hours and never move.  He let you go this time, though, and loosened his grip so you could slide down to the foot of the bed.  
"Was that sort of what you were hoping for when you called me?" you asked as you untied the ropes slowly and took a moment to massage the skin underneath, hoping to restore any lost blood flow.
"So much better than what I was hoping for," he admitted with a breathless chuckle.  "You're… really good."
"Well, thank you," you shrugged, "it comes with practice and experience.  You held your own, too."
"I wish I could say that was from practice and experience.  I didn't want to say anything before but I've, uh, never actually… been to a domme before."
You smiled slightly, coming back up and being pulled into another embrace.  "Um, I'll admit I can kind of tell…" you mumbled.
"I'm not supposed to touch you like this," he realized quietly, relaxing his grip on you and pulling back.  "I'm sorry."
"No, it's alright, just don't get too comfortable because we only have—" you glanced at the clock— "eight more minutes until you need to leave."
"I'll get up and get dressed soon," he offered with a sigh as you got up and quickly slipped on a robe, grabbing him a damp washcloth for the drying come on his torso.
You tilted your head as you watched him clean up, and you wanted to offer some touch that was a bit less intimate than a hug, so you found yourself blurting out: "do you like having your hair played with?"
"Um, I don't… I don't know," he admitted as he reached up to card his fingers through the hair in question.  "No one else has ever really touched my hair before."
"Really?" you laughed, getting back on the bed to sit beside him.  "It looks pretty luscious.  I figured any girlfriend of yours would want to get her hands on it."
"Oh, well, the last time I had a girlfriend… it wasn't long then," he explained, and you kept on your best poker face.  His hair looked like he'd been growing it out for at least two years, unless it grew crazy fast or something.  How long had he been single?  With a body like that you could barely believe that he was single now.
"Do you mind if I touch it?" you offered quietly, and once he gave you a nod you reached forward and combed your fingers through it, reaching deeper to scratch at his scalp, occasionally pulling the strands lightly into loose braid-like patterns that fell away almost immediately afterwards.  He sank into your touch until you found yourself supporting his head against your chest, mindlessly playing with his hair until you noticed his eyes were shut, his breathing was slowed, and his body was limp on top of yours.
He fell asleep.
You laughed silently to yourself, realizing that you couldn't get him off of you without his cooperation since he was so heavy and you had no shot at lifting him.  And, of course, his cooperation required his consciousness… which required waking him up.
And, for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.  He just looked too peaceful, for a guy who had never seemed truly relaxed around you.
Was there any other way he could relax?  Cause it kinda seemed like he really, really needed this.  And you were in the business of meeting needs, to say the least.
So, with an apologetic text to your last client of the night that you needed to reschedule, you let James sleep on you as you closed your eyes and drifted off as well.
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