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exhaustedxreader · 11 months

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Coffee Shops and Crushes

sung hanbin x reader

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chapter 1

a/n: btw i take requests if you want any boys planet/zb1/other fandom fics! :)

Chapter 2 - A Hot Summer Night

[UNKNOWN]: oh yeah...this is hanbin from yesterday btw^^

Your eyes were still red and bleary as you read through the texts. Your stomach did a little excited flip, ignoring the ungodly hours that he chose to text. It was currently 6:50am. You didn't need to be up until around 7:30am, however, your brain recalls the fact that Hanbin has classes at 7. It warmed your heart to know he was looking out for you even when he's busy during the day.

[Y/N]: morning hanbin!! you're so sweet :> enjoy your classes this morning~

After firing the text back and adding Hanbin to your contacts, you fell promptly back to sleep until your alarm made itself apparent.

School was long and gruelling, but you looked forward to your shift after work, where you prayed Hanbin would be present. You knew it was silly—your crush on the older male. You just couldn't help it. He clouded your mind constantly. Walking to school, you hoped he'd be walking in the same direction, even if just for a moment. During class, you'd drift into a daydream, thinking about how nice his fingers felt against your thigh.

You had hurried over to the café just after school finished, busying yourself with customers and rushed latte foam art. You were so busy, it seemed, that you didn't even notice when Hanbin did eventually walk in.

"I haven't seen this many people in here for ages," he proclaimed, squishing behind the counter with you to help.

Your eyes probably looked like they'd bulged out of your head. "Oh my god, when did you get here?"

Hanbin laughed. You wished you could record it and play it again on loop. "Just now."

There was a slight busy period to the job that you also hadn't experienced while working here before, but you managed to fall into unison with Hanbin , making small talk and catching up about each other's days as you both worked. "Probably only busy because of our killer new employee."

You smiled bashfully at the compliment.

The flurry of customers died down after 2 and a half hours, allowing you time to go upstairs with Hanbin to relax before your shift officially ended.

"Where's your mom?" you queried.

"She's out with some old friends for some lunch-dinner thing. You don't need to worry about her catching you off work," he told you with an added wink, nudging you slightly.

You relaxed into one of the sofa seats, relaxing in the cool of the air conditioning after the steam and heat suffocating the café.

"Didn't you say you had a test next week?" Hanbin asked, sitting across from you.

You glared at him, groaning, "Don't remind me."

"Come on, I'll help you. You just need to remember quotes right?" With your nod, he got up from his seat, standing before you with his hand outstretched. You allowed him to pull you off the couch and drag you to the table along with your heavily abused copy of Romeo and Juliet. "Which ones are the quotes you need to memorise?" He gestured to the rainbow of sticky tabs jutting out of the poor book.

"Blue," you told him. "Blue because this memorisation stuff makes me sad."

Hanbin huffed a laugh, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "Okay!" He pulled the book open to a random blue-marked page. "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

"I'm gonna say a quote and you tell me who said it and where, alright?"

You nodded your understanding.

He dramatically cleared his throat, speaking loudly with an exaggerated narration voice, "If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down."

"Mercutio, Act 1, Scene 4."

"Very good," Hanbin nodded his approval, a hint of a smile creeping onto his face. "See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!"

"Romeo, Act 2, Scene 2."

Hanbin nodded again. "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite."

"Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2."

"Hm....What about..." He flipped randomly through the books, looking for another blue tab. "Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." The air in the room changed. Became tenser. His eyes bore into yours, almost like he was trying to tell you something without having to say it outright.

Your phone's alarm made itself known, indicating your shift was over. You gulped. "Romeo in Act 1, Scene 5."

There was a stretch of silence, where Hanbin just looked at you. Almost as if he was admiring you. "You'd make a good Juliet," he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.

You became entranced in his eyes. "Why's that?"

Your eyes tracked his tongue as it swiped over his lips. He took a deep breath, quickly looking away and breaking his spell over you.

You jolted up, grabbing your bag and stuffing the book inside, and slinging it over your shoulders. "I should get going. Homework," you lied, gesturing to the book as you tried to think of a satisfactory excuse.

He nodded, forcing a smile onto his face. "I'll walk you down."

Hanbin held the door to the café open, allowing you to sneak out. "Thank you for your hard work today," he told you.

"Thank you for all the help," you said, bowing deeply.

You turning away to leave, when he said, "Hey, [Y/N]." You glanced back, tilting your head to the side slightly. "Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow."

Your face broke into a wide grin, cheeks flushing. You ignored the fact that it was still light outside, the sun peaking over the trees to swirl pink and orange hues in the sky. "Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2," you replied simply. With a wave, you turned and walked back home for the day.

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The next day of work was downright torturous. Whatever god or larger-than-us entity allowed the building’s air conditioner to combust was evil in the least. It had to be. Because when Hanbin was standing just inches away, reaching across you to grab a cloth, you could see the outline of his torso through his sweat-drenched shirt. And you couldn’t help but drool at the sight. Looking away quickly, you prayed he didn’t notice the way you kept sneaking glances at him.

The sun had already disappeared as it neared the quiet part of your shift. As usual, Hanbin invited you upstairs to study, helping to haul your backpack up the steep stairs. "You wanna run through more lines today?" he asked, flapping his shirt to try and provide some relief to the horrific heat.

You shook your head, groaning out, "Too hot." You both lay side by side on the carpet in front of the pedestal fan. Really, you shouldn't be complaining. The heat was worse at home. Your house was probably closer to a furnace than a house. You dreaded the idea of returning home.

Hanbin laughed, biting his lip to suppress his smile. "The air conditioner is supposed to be getting fixed on Monday. But for now, maybe some ice cream will help?" He gave you a gentle nudge, as if trying to convince you of the idea. Foolish, really, because who would ever turn down ice cream on a day like this? Or ever, really.

"You know I would never turn down ice cream. Especially not when I'm dying from heat stroke," you replied, peeling yourself from the carpet and following him to the freezer. Hanbin left the tub of ice cream on the counter for a few minutes to soften, giving the two of you enough time to shove your faces into the freezer, moaning at how nice the icy frost felt against your cheeks.

After heaping ice cream into each of your bowls, you both sat in front of the fan, indulging on ice cream slathered in hardened chocolate sauce. You both made small talk for a while, giggling at each other's jokes while scooping ice cream into your mouths, SpongeBob playing on TV in the background. You had both bonded over a shared passion of the sponge character, finding that you both had been obsessed over the show as kids, even still watching it to this day—clearly. "Oh, I had something I'd been meaning to tell you," Hanbin said suddenly.

"Oh?" You pushed down the worry that bubbled to the surface, doing your best to ignore it. What could Hanbin possibly have been wanting to tell you? Are you fired? Is Mrs. Sung okay? Does he secretly hate you?

"My friend is having a party this weekend," he told you. The built up stress in your body deflated like a balloon, allowing your shoulders to relax from the tensed state they had been in. "It's more of a college party," he continued. "But I thought you might be interested. I think some of the people from your school will be there, too. I'll text you the detail if you want?"

You nodded. "Sounds good!"

The front door slammed open to huffing Mrs. Sung. "Ahhh, who let the weather get so hot," she complained, dropping two armfuls of plastic bags onto the kitchen counter. She looked around the room and seemed to notice you there. "[Y/N]!" she exclaimed, mouth shaping into a shocked oval. "Your shift finished an hour and a half ago!"

Your eyes bulged slightly, checking the time on your phone. "Oh, I'm so sorry Mrs. Sung, the time must've escaped me."

Mrs. Sung fussed on how you were going to get home in the darkness outside, but you ensured her you'd be fine and see her back next week for your next shift. "Goodnight!" you called, closing the front door behind you and trailing out of the café, locking the door behind you and making your way home, hauling your bag over your shoulder.

You had only made it a few steps away from the café when your phone pinged. Fishing it out of your backpack, your face lit up.

[HANBIN]: saturday 8:30pm, 123 sesame street <3

Your face flushed, eyes lingering on the heart he had left at the end of the message. Looking back toward the café, you saw Hanbin staring out the window, waving at you with a grin on his face. Your cheeks reddened further, replying with your own smile and wave. You turned back around, shooting off a quick text as you began to walk back home.

[Y/N]: see you then :) <3

That was the moment it hit you. You were unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Sung Hanbin.

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prisonhannibal · 1 year

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having a normal night (talking about why i like jack crawford in the dms with someone on a revived version of a childrens website from the 2000s-early 2010s that’s currently occupied exclusively by nostalgic 20-somethings, and writing a whole essay about jack as a character and why he does what he does. complete with quotes from the book as sources, that I picked up the book and flipped through it to find. while drinking ripasso at 4:50am)

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natswifeysblog15 · 1 year

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Chapter 4: Girl's Night

Summary:

Joining the Avengers has always Y/N's dream, however, she didn't realize it would cost her her relationship. Heartbroken, Y/N closes her heart to falling in love but will a certain Russian Spy change that?

I DO NOT OWN ANY MARVEL CHARACTERS*

This is my original work, I do not give permission for it to be reposted :)

Warnings: Sexual Tension ig

Words: 2.1k words

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It has already been a month since you moved into the compound and you were honestly loving it. Of course you miss being able to go over to your mom whenever since the both of you were so close, but you made sure to make time to at least go see her. In this month you had gotten close with the team, they had been so welcoming and had such a familial vibe, you felt like you had known them for your entire life. You were so busy most days that you did not really have much time to think about Sharon, but in the moments in which you were alone darkness would creep up on you once again causing you to break down, your heart still in pieces.

It was currently 10:50am, you were on your way to the training room to meet up with Natasha. The two of you had gotten pretty close, as well as Wanda since you three were the only girls on the team.You entered the training room in bike shorts and a Nike sports bra ready to get your ass beat. Don’t get me wrong you have gotten a lot better and have managed to knock Natasha down a few times but she is THE Black Widow. You begin to stretch waiting for Natasha not noticing that she is standing by the door 100% checking you out.

“Morning.” She says her voice is raspy like always. Something about that always made butterflies form in your stomach. You had the biggest crush on Black Widow before joining the Avengers. How could you not? She was absolutely gorgeous, like a goddess.

“Morning Red.” You say with a smirk as she rolls her eyes. You had no idea when you had come up with that nickname but you loved how it annoyed her. You walk over to her on the mat and notice her eyes trace down to your chest, “Eyes up here red.” She smirks and gets in position for combat, “Ready to get your ass kicked?”

“Always.” you say reciprocating the smirk.

You swing at her. She leans to the side to dodge you while catching your arm. She swings her leg under yours and knocks you down. She goes to throw a punch and you quickly roll to the side and barely miss her hand. You throw another punch this time she catches your wrists and flips you onto the ground. She lands on top of you with her arm across your chest, she looks into your eyes. “Nice try.”, she says with a playful smirk. Everyone in the world knew how attractive Black Widow was, but looking up at her up close, those beautiful green eyes and her hair in her face. There was no word to describe her true beauty. Snap out of it Y/n. She's your friend and co-worker. You can go through another relationship and wound up like you have after Sharon.

“You enjoy this way too much.” you say laughing, pushing her off allowing you to catch your breath before going onto round two. Now you can stop thinking about her up close and focus on what youre supposed to, training. Come on Y/n. You lost track of time and actually ended up training with Natasha for two hours. You almost got the upper hand in a few fights which showed you had improved a lot more than you thought you would. Once again, Natasha had knocked you down landing on top of you this time checking her watch to see that it was already 1:30pm.

“Shit!” she exclaims, still on top, you give her a confused look. “We lost track of time and now you’re late to the lab with Tony.” You both get up and Nat tosses you a towel allowing you to dry off your sweat before the both of you making your way to the Med Lab. Before entering, Natasha stops you, “ Wanda and I were going to walk around the city later today and grab something to eat, you’re invited if you’d like to come.” You smile at the kind invitation. You hadn’t known Natasha for very long but by what you had observed she wasn’t the best at expressing her emotions. She always came off as intimidating and cold but for some weird reason when it came to you and Wanda she had some sort of soft spot.

“At what time?” you smile at her.

“We were thinking around six? You can meet us at the garage.” she says.

“ See you then.” you say before heading into the lab. The boys are too focused to notice your presence. All of a sudden a group of agents rush into the lab with Agent Gonzales who had suffered a stab wound to the abdomen from the mission they just got back from. You quickly rush over to investigate the wound. In your month at the tower you had taken an interest in medicine.

“It’s not a deep wound. Cleaning it up and bandaging it should do the job. As well as daily cleaning it to avoid infection.” you say to Gonzales. You go to grab gauze to clean the wound and then apply antibiotics finishing it off with a bandage. Gonzales says his thanks and you send him back to his room to rest. Tony comes behind you and pats your back proudly, “Well done kid.”

Your day was pretty uneventful as most of your days had been since you began training with the team. After assisting in the lab for about an hour, you head to your room to shower since you hadn't gotten the chance to after training with Natasha. You were actually smelling quite gross and Tony did not fail to remind you every five seconds while you were in the lab.

You take off your training clothes and allow the hot water to hit your skin, relaxing your muscles from how hard you work them everyday. You finally had a moment to yourself realizing the weight your heart carried. This past month had been a great distraction but that did not change how broken you were from what you had left behind. Tears stream down your face as your heart aches, your chest tight. You had let Sharon go, but the memories anchored you down as you tried to reach the surface. This was the part of the day you hated, being alone because everything came all at once like a tsunami

You still had a bit of time before your dinner with Natsha and Wanda, so you decided to watch some Disney movies to kill the time. Without realizing it you had dozed off and lost track of time. You feel a hand begin to gently shake you, “Y/n?” she says softly. “Y/n?” the voice says again, you flutter your eyes and see a green eyed red head looking back at you with a soft smile.

“What time is it?” you ask Natasha.

“Just a little after six, you fell asleep. Wanda and I were waiting for you down at the garage and I decided to come check on you.” She responds gently.

“I’m so sorry, I fell asleep without realizing it. Give me a few minutes and I’ll get ready.”

She grabs the remote from your bed and shuts your TV. “Y/n.” She places her hands on your shoulders, “It's okay. We’ve been working on you like a dog, why don't you stay in and rest tonight? You can always come with us another day.”

“ No, no. I’m good, I took a power nap and I’m ready for tonight's adventure.” you say enthusiastically. You toss the sweatshirt you were wearing and grab a tan v-neck sweater and light blue jeans. Nat clears her throat as you just took your shirt off with her in the room and turns around to give you privacy.

The both of you walk down to the garage to meet Wanda who was still waiting. “Hey witchy!” you say with a grin. She opens her arms to hug you and you do the same. She was wearing a gray shirt with a red cardigan. Natasha was wearing her usual but looking beautiful like always, a red v-neck with a leather jacket, black jeans and leather boots.

“So, where are we headed?” you ask.

“There’s a little Italian restaurant in the city. I was thinking we could go there.” says Wanda on the wheel. You and Natasha both nod in agreement. Forty-five minutes later you all arrive at the restaurant named Poquinos. The three of you enter and are led to a booth shortly after where Wanda and you sat in the booth and Natasha sat across from the both of you. The waitress comes by and takes the table’s order. As you wait the three of you converse about random things you’ve all done in life, and eventually your meals arrive.

“How’s it going with android boy?” you ask Wanda snickering. Natasha kicks you under the table and you wince but continue laughing. Vision was an android created by Tony, since Wanda and him laid eyes on each other they had an instant connection. Something to do with the stone or whatever, you didn’t really pay attention when Wanda explained it all to you.

“Do you always have to have a nickname for everyone?” she glares at you. You pretend to think before responding, “Why yes madam, yes I do.” You put your arm around Wanda and she leans into your body laying her chest on her shoulder.

“It’s going well. He still has a hard time knocking, he just comes through my walls which still freaks me out but he’ll get there. He understands me.” she finally responds, her head still on your shoulder.

“Mmm, looks like someone is in loveeee.” you tease, and she tickles your side. Both of you are laughing when Natasha clears her throat, “Do I need to get the both of you a room?”

“What's wrong Nat, jealous?” You ask with an eyebrow raised. Her body language shifted, getting defensive she responded, “Please Y/l/n I don’t get jealous.”

“What about you Nat? Is there anyone special in your life?” Asks Wanda.

She takes a sip of her soda, “Love is for children.”

“Oh come on! You have had to have at least one crush once!”, says Wanda.

“I have.” she says bluntly.

“Who?” you asked intrigued.

“You haven’t met her yet. Her name is Carol Danvers, she’s kind of a space traveler.” Natasha waves down the waitress ready for the check.

“Why didn’t you pursue her?” you ask.

“Incase you havent noticed, feelings aren’t really my thing. Makes it kind of hard to be committed to someone.” she says. You could tell there was sadness in her eyes. Natasha wasn’t the easiest person to read, but you felt like you could read her like a book. Deep down you knew she craved for nothing more than to be loved and understood by someone. And you hoped that one day she would find that.

“What about you Y/n?” Natasha finally asks you, although at this moment you wish you would've never brought up the topic.

“I had someone.” you break eye contact with Natasha and begin to fidget with your hands. Natasha notices, she moves her leg closer to yours under the table as her way to provider comfort. Wanda grabs your hands to keep you from fidgeting, “What happened to them?” she asks gently.

“It just didn’t work out. We weren’t on the same page. Sometimes people decide it is best to just walk away.” Tears begin to blur your eyes, you resist the urge to let one slip. Natasha’s body language becomes protective, her fists curled and her body tense.

“Do I need to beat someone’s ass?” she asks. You laugh.

“No, no.” You reach across the table and grab her hand. Her body relaxes at her touch.

“She wasn’t a bad person… She just wanted different things than I did.” Wanda hugs you, “I’m really sorry Y/n, she doesn’t know what she lost.”

You all exit the restaurant and decide to walk around the city before heading back home. You and Wanda walked arms linked together, Natasha with her arms crossed beside you. You all enjoyed the city lights and night breeze. On the way back to the compound Natasha decided to drive, while you and Wanda blasted Taylor Swift and sang at the top of your lungs. A wonderful night coming to an end.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Twenty Seven.

Big thanks to the little core group reading this for your engagement. I think you might really enjoy this next chapter... ;)

Previous Chapters - One Two, Part One Part Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty One Twenty Two Twenty Three Twenty Four Twenty Five Twenty Six

Words - 5,925

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Edie's POV

"This whole thing suddenly feels like it's going at a thousand miles an hour. What the fuck?" I quietly exclaim, while sitting on the front step with Angel smoking a cigarette. We're currently waiting for Charles to arrive back, after going out to find out what Brooke knows. Since he isn't being followed (Ursula hasn't been out yet, so she doesn't know if she is or not) and he didn't want to bring them back here, he's gone to meet them, and since Brooke isn't the one being watched, or him, he's fine to do so as well. He just doesn't know if the house is being viewed from a great distance or not, hence everyone's reluctance for them to come here. Ursula doesn’t want Elias to know she’s onto him, obviously.

"After Charles has returned and we've finished discussing all of this, I'm going to take you upstairs and fuck you until sunrise and beyond. I need to immerse myself in anything other than this pile of shit, if only for a few hours.” I can hear it in his voice, the pissed off tones. I can’t say that I blame him at all.

"I want you to as well," I reply, turning and giving him a smile. His frown doesn't shift, but when I turn away again I do feel him kiss the back of my neck softly. This really is unbelievable, and makes me truly wonder, much like everyone else no doubt, how long has it been going on for? I wonder when Brooke was approached for a start, and the rest, well... I'm still trying to process the rest. It feels selfish to think it, but I hate that it's now overshadowing the great time I've been having in my new relationship. Even though nothing drastic has happened, things are far from normal.

"Has anyone ever been suspicious of her in the past without reason, because of her status as the eldest vampire residing in America?" I ask, after a few silent moments.

"Never. Ursula has always been very well liked and respected, as I've said." he mutters, sounding terse. I decide not to say anything else out of fear of pissing off my boyfriend any further than he already is, so simply light myself another cigarette and remain quiet. I know he isn't pissed at me, but my asking him questions he probably finds totally irrelevant (my word of the day) will no doubt bother him. After a few minutes of silence, I feel one of his hands slipping into my tight fitting little black t shirt, entering my bra to gently stroke my left breast.

"Boob therapy," he explains.

"Is it working?"

"For now," he sighs, kissing the side of my head. We head back inside shortly after, and once there only have another twenty-five-minute wait until Charles arrives back at 4:50am.

"As usual, my boy, your senses never fail you. Brooke confessed to me that she'd been approached by a female vampire while out on Halloween in a night club with you all, and offered a substantial sum to become a mole for her. They gave her fifty thousand dollars to integrate herself more within the friendship group, and begin casting doubt over Angel, planting false evidence around his workplace, or at Edie's home to make it appear he is of course guilty of crimes against humans, or TVM involvement. The only name she could give me was a false name, but after describing her to me I know exactly who it is. Short, overweight, reddish black hair and wore bright cerise pink lipstick," Charles announces to the room as soon as he arrives. Everyone bar me begins nodding knowingly.

"Dawn Cavendish, I might have known,” Ursula begins, laughing a little. “Elias's little arse licker, she is. Oh dear, Chief Weston. You're barely covering your tracks here.”

"What did Ahmed have to say about it?" I ask Charles, wondering indeed what my friend thinks about all of this.

"He broke off their romance completely, told her he couldn't trust someone so underhanded. He seems a good chap, your friend. Size of a bloody Arabian giant, isn’t he? Goodness, he must strike pure terror into any humans taken into his chamber," he replies, while removing his jacket and then turning to his wife. I make a mental note to call Ahmed first thing when I wake, possibly meet up with him and talk too before we go to work. I'd call him now, but since this conversation seems to be becoming wound up, I can feel something else becoming just the same, too. If Angel's libido was a tightly coiled spring, right now you could ping it all the way to France if you let it go.

"Darling I'm going to spend the time until sunrise doing some investigation. Let's just say either way I'm going to get to the bottom of Dawn's involvement before I do anything else. There's nothing else to be added to this for now through discussion. Goodnight, all," she says before departing, leaving Angel and me free to practically run from the lounge and up the stairs, undressing as we go when we hit the hallway leading to his bedroom.

Before I've even got through the door, he's on me, growling hungrily in my ear as his hands reach around my waist and he begins undoing my jeans. His other hand flicks my bra undone, and he turns me in his arms to kiss me almost savagely as I yank myself out of my remaining clothes, propelling me backwards until my back hits the bed. He disposes of the rest of his own clothes in a hurry before his nakedness is pressed firmly to mine, sharing kisses edged in embers and utter need.

I know this isn't going to be the kind of sex that'll consist of hours of endless foreplay, in fact I think very little will be shared, or required for that matter. Our hands roam all over each other, with me rolling him over onto his back as we continue to kiss, reaching down to begin using my hand to stimulate the big erection currently touching my stomach. His mouth leaves mine and he moves down the bed a little, just enough to be able to reach my nipples with his mouth, while I groan at the sensation of him sliding a finger inside me. It only takes mere moments for his thorough probing of my g spot for me to be wet enough for sex, and so move his hand and guide his dick inside me, sinking down onto it with a very satisfied moan.

From now until past dawn (he feeds again meaning he can keep awake) we fling each other around the bed in an entanglement of limbs, the sex we share so hot you'd think the temperature had a direct line to hell. I'm dragged, turned, pulled, pushed, licked, kissed, bitten and fucked until I can hardly remember my own name, trying to give just as much punishment back to him as well. That's hard when you're human and your other half is a vampire, but I try nonetheless. He needs to be exhausted, to make his brain shut off with all the thoughts regarding his creator and the trouble seeming to be arising all around her and her family. It works too, for both of us, even though I didn't need my mind taking off it as much as he did.

We're so exhausted that as we're lying still joined together, stroking and kissing each other we both fall asleep. I wake before he does though, as going to sleep with a very big vampire still inside of and on top of you isn't comfortable for long. I sleep on until 2pm after flinging him over onto his back. I'm glad I've woken early, even though I'm tired still of course it means I get to quickly get myself ready, kiss my sleeping boyfriend goodbye and leave him a note (I think that's going to become a cute little ritual between us) saying goodbye before I leave, deciding to treat myself to a cab so I can get home quicker and call Ahmed on my way. He tells me he's home and just making himself a late lunch, and says to come round now if I can since he's made too much food for just him as always. Ahmed Khamir and portion control don't go hand in hand! He always cooks too much.

"Drexl, hey boy, hey beautiful," I coo when my friend opens the front door to me a little while later and his gorgeous, big blue pitbull comes running to lavish attention on me. It's so the other way around with pitbull's. They want to pet you. I'm so glad Ahmed doesn't agree with the brutality that is ear clipping and tail docking, like a lot of morons out there subject this beautiful breed to, to make them look tough. Drexl is the softest, sweetest natured creature I've ever met. Would he hurt a fly? Well, he ran away from a bee one time, so that should answer your question.

"Dude, damn you look... I can't put my finger on it.” Stepping inside, I’m quick to wrap him in the hug I think he needs.

He sighs, his huge arms tightening around me. "I'm just disappointed that a girl who was seemingly so nice would decide to accept money to fuck over my best friend's boyfriend. I know I have no real loyalty to Angel since I don't know him well, and even though you're not directly involved, I'll still have more loyalty to you than some girl I was only dating for a few weeks.”

"Well, ultimately it's Ursula who's being fucked over, but I suppose if this Elias guy can use her offspring in this too, as well as Charles and EZ, I guess he'll have no qualms about doing so," I lament as we head through the house into the kitchen.

"That's just what Charles said to us. He's a fucking decent vampire, you know. He paid for Brooke to get a cab home out of his own pocket, but not before telling her she should pack her bags and get out of Vegas, for her own safety because of those who paid her to plant false evidence against Angel. He told her she was off the hook with him for actually confessing and that he appreciated her honesty," Ahmed replies, gesturing to where he's laid out a plate and cutlery for me at the counter in the kitchen.

"Yeah, he's very gentlemanly, Charles is. Anyway, enough of this talk unless you have anything else you want to say on the matter?" I say, wanting to move on from the subject. I have a feeling I'm going to be dealing with it enough until Ursula unravels Elias and his little plan.

"Nope, I've nothing to add, other than I hope the family get to the bottom of all this before anyone is hurt, or worse," he says before serving up lunch. After eating we go and sit in the garden, throwing Drexl his ball and playing tug o' war with him and his rope toy, which he enjoys immensely. Playing with the lovely dog is not the only thing to lift my spirits today, for when I arrive at work at a quarter to nine, it seems I have a delivery waiting for me.

"These arrived a half hour ago, you lucky little bitch," Aileen says from behind one of the biggest bunches of flowers I've ever seen. I love tiger lilies, and this bunch consists of nothing but those. After taking the huge arrangement from Aileen, I put them down on the table and then take the card out to read as I sit. 'Just because I love you. Angel.' He's so fucking sweet.

"From your vampire, I take it?" she asks, while I attempt to bite back the size of my dopey smile.

"Yes," I reply, the grin firmly coming back.

"She's in love!" she announces, while I wave my hand dismissively.

"Shut up!" I scold, tucking the note back into the cellophane wrap the flowers are bound in before getting up to make myself a cup of coffee.

Aileen continues with her teasing, poking me in the side with her finger. "Oooooh, she's gone pink!"

"Stop it!" I protest, lighting up a cigarette and trying to calm down my inner cheer. It's just so nice of him to think of me like this when he has so much on his mind regarding Ursula right now. Aileen leaves me alone eventually, and we discuss work and the rotation of detainees coming in tonight before I head down to my chamber to smack the shit out of a woman who enjoys beating up girls who are smaller than her, just for kicks. By the time I'm done with her, she's going to be the one feeling small, she really is.

I'm not seeing Angel tonight, so when I get back after work all I want to do is get into the tub and relax, have time to do all my usual girly stuff like shave my legs and pluck my eyebrows and the like. When I do arrive home though, well I find that perhaps someone else guessed that too. Wondering what the nice smell drifting through my house is, I follow my nose until I get to my bathroom, and then open the door to find one hell of a surprise.

The bath has been filled with steaming hot water, and my whole bathroom is filled with cinnamon scented candles, the cause of the lovely smell wafting through my home, and in little vases all around there are more of the tiger lilies like those he sent me while at work. He must have literally just left as soon as I hit my street, because he isn't stupid, and he wouldn't have left burning candles unattended for more than what probably was only a minute or so.

‘Even though there's trouble brewing in my home life, I still want to enjoy my new relationship with you as much as I have been, if not more. So, this will include frequent surprises and declarations of my love for you such as this one. Get used to it. Angel.’

That's the note he left for me rested on the side of the tub, secured underneath a whiskey over ice. He's too good to me, I've decided. This is the kind of thing you read in fictional novels or see on the TV. I'm not used to this level of romance in everyday life, since I've never seen it before. Okay, I lie. I have, but not to this extent. Sarah used to love bringing me lunch in bed after I woke from my morning sleep (she used to work at home in the old apartment I shared with her for a time) or rub my feet for me after a long night at work, but never anything like this. I wish he'd stayed and waited for me, and while I think on that as I undress as if by magic, he calls me.

"You're so fucking romantic," I tell him upon answering my cell, hearing him laugh deeply.

"I try," he replies. "So did you like your flowers? Also, how was work?" he then asks me attentively. Attentive, that's exactly what Angel is. I'm lucky to have him.

"I loved them, thank you. You're such a great boyfriend, really you're the best. As for work, it was damn tiring. I'm very glad to be stepping into this tub, ahhhh, that's better. How was your night?" I reply as I make contact with the water and then rest back fully.

"It was good. I wasn't followed and wasn't watched at any point either. I managed to get to work and then step out to procure a feed mid-way through the night, and nothing. I think yesterday's display of quick wit has made whoever was watching us decide to regroup. I bet they weren't expecting to be picked up upon or have Brooke sniffed out quite as quickly as it all happened. Ursula thinks they'll be quiet for a time. I plan to enjoy it, and I'm going to start by taking you somewhere tomorrow," he says, while I reach for my whiskey.

My curiosity is immediately piqued. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see, it's a surprise but I know you'll like it. I'll meet you from work, and for now let you enjoy your bath. Goodnight, I love you," he replies as I sip my whiskey, and for the first time feel something within me want to say it back, but I hesitate.

"Goodnight, honey." I tell him simply but warmly before hanging up. I wanted to tell him I loved him too, but I'm not sure I'm saying it because I really mean it, or if I'm saying it because he obviously loves me deeply.

I don't know what's wrong with me, I guess Ursula was right. I'm pretty emotionally crippled when it comes to romantic love. I feel guilty for not saying it back to him, because I can physically pick up on something small within him that feels a little disappointment when I don't return the sentiment. We sense a hell of a lot more about each other, the more of each other's blood we drink. My tie to him is stronger than his to me though, but even so I'm surprised I didn't pick up on him when I was walking toward my house, when he was preparing this bath time surprise for me.

I wonder if next time he says it to me if I'll have the guts to say it back, and I also wonder why I seem to be scared of saying it when I know I've nothing to lose by doing so. He loves me already; I should feel wonderfully secure in that. I then begin to wonder whether there'll be anything specific he says or does, something random that makes me feel the swell of love so strongly I'm powerless to keep it in. Time will tell, I suppose.

Angel's POV

"I thank you for your advice as ever, Constance. We will speak soon, I hope." Those are the words I just heard Ursula say, ending a phone call with her creator. They had little in the way of a relationship for the first five hundred years, until Constance reconnected with the offspring she'd abandoned quite early in her vampirism. It's the night after I flower bombed Edie, and I hardly saw my creator the previous evening, so thought I'd come straight in after work to spend some time with her before I go back out to meet my love at 3am.

"Calling for advice? If I was facing this and we didn't live together, you'd be the first I'd call too," I tell her, watching her turn in her seat and then get up. She walks over and strokes my cheek before kissing it, hugging me while resting her cheek to my chest.

"It's nice for me to hear, that you'd do that. Yes, that is the reason I called Constance earlier. She advised me to do exactly what I thought I should, keep my ear very close to the ground and be quiet while I'm about it," she confirms as we move to sit down. As usual, I take the couch and she sits in her armchair.

"Have you begun to do so yet?" I ask her, too curious not to.

"Yes, as they have been snooping on me, I will now begin snooping on them, or rather having a careful and very discreet eye kept on Dawn Cavendish at all times. I'm hoping her love of gossip might lead to a slip up, but I don't want to reveal much more to you than that. I figure the less you know, the safer you are in all of this, this action to discredit me and show me as a traitor to the AVA. If you know nothing, know no names, then you can't be held accountable to anything in a worst-case situation.” That's fair enough, I suppose. Even though I must confess, I'd rather be in the thick of it as much as she is, because I want to help her. I tell her as much, too.

She smiles fondly, resting a hand to her chest. "If there comes a time where your help is needed, I shall come to you. As any good mother would, though, I want to spare my children. Even though neither you nor EZ came from my womb, you're still my sons. So, are you seeing Edie tonight then?"

I nod, shifting back in my seat a little. "Yes, I'm taking her up to Hangman's Hill. She's never mentioned it before and she loves to learn, so I thought I'd take her there. Hopefully she'll find it interesting."

"Oh yes, I can believe she would! She has a very thirsty mind, does young Edie." She comments, something I only know to be true. Hangman's Hill is a famed place in Las Vegas, for it is where the first punishments for crimes took place over forty years ago when the USAC was being formed and enforcement of this type began.

Hangman's Hill was, obviously from its name, the place they hung people up to beat them, or if their death was called for, where they strung people up by nooses and let them hang until they died. The big gallows are still there, as well as lots of other frames they used to tie people to and beat them, leaving them out there in all weather conditions before Correctional Department's were established. I hope Edie hasn't been there before, because I can't wait to take her.

Saying goodbye to Ursula I head out, meeting Charles on his way back in and sharing some banter about his long working hours and my relatively shorter ones before I leave to meet Edie at the CD. I also pick her up one of her favourite things to eat on my way there, an absolutely foul-smelling chilli dog I make the people at the diner wrap in several bags over its Styrofoam container. This is how much I love her.

"I can't thank you enough for this, I'm starving!" she tells me five minutes later, taking the heavily wrapped container from me as we kiss.

"I also got you this, for any kissing you want to do after eating it," I tell her, taking a pack of gum from my pocket, making her laugh. She turns and says goodnight to a couple of her colleagues before we head down the street and she begins eating her food. It smells like death warmed up, death and feet. If it was physically possible for me to throw up, I would.

After waiting for her to eat her food and talking to her about our respective evenings at work, I hail us a cab and we head through the main drag of Vegas and up to the edge of the Nevada desert, where Hangman's Hill is located.

"Oh my god, this is Hangman's Hill, isn't it? I've heard about it, but I've never been up here! Damn, I wish I'd picked up my camera!" she exclaims excitedly after we've got out of the cab and walked the rest of the distance up to the hill itself, the huge gallows coming into view.

"It's a good job I thought ahead and brought this with me from the shop, then.” Taking the small digital camera we use at the shop to photograph our work from my pocket, I hand it to her, Edie smiling widely, granting me a huge kiss as she takes it.

"This is such a nice surprise, thank you! It's one of those places I always mean to come up and visit because of it being the first place us punishers did our job, but I've never got around to it." She scurries off up the hill at speed, making me smile as I watch her begin to snap pictures, squeaking 'there's still blood on them!' as she takes a closer look through the darkness with the powerful little mini torch she has on her keys. I take the torch from her and be of use by holding it while she handles the camera, figuring eventually I might as well just shoot up a few feet and hover above the gallows with the light.

"What the fuck? No way, you levitate into the air?" she cries, immediately pointing the camera up at me to take a few pictures.

"Yes, we all can. When we move over large spaces of land we technically fly.” Of course, I remember instantly she's never seen me do this before, my little floating trick.

"And you only show me now?" she yells incredulously, looking stunned.

"You still have much to learn about vampires, as you know we aren't forthcoming with a lot of information, and I like to continually surprise you as well.” She continues to photograph while I answer various questions she asks about the finer details of the history of Hangman's Hill, informing her that the first punishments began taking place here on May 24th, 2068 and the first execution on July 3rd of the same year.

"It would have been so much different, my job that is, had I been born earlier," Edie comments while running her hand down a large post at the front of the gallows, and then pulling it away quickly when she gets a splinter.

"It would have, you're right. The punishers who worked up here really had a hard time of it, what with the heat and then the cold of the desert when night fell. I read somewhere that they had to eat massive amounts of protein and sugar to keep going, it was so gruelling to work like that under the hot sun," I explain to her, watching her nodding.

"I can imagine. Geez, I wouldn't have liked that much. Okay so being out in the sun is something I do enjoy, but not to work as hard as I do, damn," she mutters, grabbing onto an upper beam of wood and then climbing the side of the gallows, eventually ending up sitting on the beam across the top and looking out over the horizon. I join her, taking her hand in mine and kissing it before we just sit and look at all the many lights illuminating sin city below us. I love living here, and I don't see myself moving on for at least a couple hundred years yet.

We sit up here for a time longer before deciding to head back to her place, following the quiet road the cab dropped us on all the way around the low-lying hills, which will eventually bring us back to civilization, Edie and I discussing ideas for her next tattoo. I get the distinct impression she’s going to take full advantage of the fact she’s in a relationship with a tattoo artist.

"I've been thinking about it, and I think if you have time soon I'd like you to over the scars on my chest. I'm unsure what I want, but I want it to be quite delicate looking, nothing too solid," she explains, while we walk hand in hand along a large curve in the road.

"We can sit and look through pictures on the internet when we get in, see if we can find an idea to work with," I suggest as the rest of the road begins to come into view, along with a small hill behind a large cluster of trees. The hill is filled with tombstones. Great, a cemetery, packed with ghosts who'll more than likely try to talk to me as I pass by. They like that they can communicate with us, even though for the most part, we don't.

"Yeah, that'd be great. As long as you promise to fuck me to sleep after.” Immediately, I spin in front of her, my arms sliding around to grip her ass. “Oh, he likes that idea,” she purrs, kissing me heatedly.

My eyebrow rise is the confirmation that has her giggling. “He really fucking does.” Continuing our past the cemetery, we exchange tentative ideas for her tattoo, and I try not to be distracted as a few ghosts drift out and start talking to me. I then find it very hard to continue concentrating when Edie talks about possibly having some kind of script or song lyrics tattooed, since currently I can hear her name being called over and over.

"Edie, sweetie can you hear me? Edie, baby! I'm over here." Oh, fucking fuck, no. No, no, no. Not Linda, please not her. Please don't be Edie's mother, please be the spirit of her grandmother or something. I know she can't see or hear her, but I don't want to have to suffer the spirit of the woman who made her life a living hell until she snuffed herself out.

"Hey, hey! You, big Mexican guy with my daughter, I know you can hear me! I know you're a vampire, tell my daughter I want to talk to her, please, please can you do that for me, mister? Oh my god, oh you're so beautiful, Edie. You look just like I did when I was your age," she continues with as her form floats to right in front of us, hovering along backwards as she looks at me pleadingly in between catching little glances at Edie. The ghost has brightly dyed red hair, bad makeup, neon blue leopard print leggings and a white off the shoulder gypsy top. That's Linda alright. I ignore her completely and try to continue listening to Edie. My rage, though. If Linda were still alive, I’d fucking put her through massive amounts of pain for what she did to my girlfriend.

"I think Cambodian script looks pretty, and Arabic. All I gotta do to get a correct translation for that is email it to Ahmed's mom too, since she's fluent," she explains, while the ghost of her mother doesn't stop yacking.

"Edie, Edie! Baby, its mommy! Sweetheart you're so perfect, look at you. I'm so sorry, please forgive me," she sobs, shaking her head and reaching out to try and touch Edie, even though of course she can't. All the same, my protective streak rises sharply, letting go of her hand and wrapping an arm around her instead, holding her close as I begin to walk us a little faster.

"I just felt something cold right by my cheek; did you feel a breeze just then?" Edie asks, seemingly able to have felt Linda's touch of her cheek a little.

"Yeah, just a breeze," I nod, determined not to let on that the ghost of her mother is right in front of us, even though I can feel my temper starting to rise very, very quickly. How fucking dare she. It's a little too damned late to apologise now, now she's dead and the damage has been done. Fucking abusive piece of shit.

"Please, tell her I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for the way I treated her, I was a drunken mess with a terrible life and a husband who didn't love me."

Oh no. She did not. She did not excuse away years of child abuse like that, blaming anyone other than herself.

“Angel?” Edie questions when her mother’s words have made me come to a complete stop, a deep growl rattling my throat. “Honey, what’s wrong?” She looks at me with concern, her fingers stroking at my arm.

“I have to reveal something to you, but I really don’t want to. I know how upsetting it’s gonna be,” I begin, Linda still there hovering.

“What is it?” I hear her heart do a little nervous somersault, turning to her, taking her face in my hands and kissing her forehead.

“It’s your mom. She’s standing right in front of us,” I begin, sighing, Edie shaking her head in confusion. "Vampire lesson number two to learn tonight is the fact that we can communicate with the dead, see and hear ghosts. Your mother is buried in that cemetery, and right now her ghost is begging for your forgiveness and telling you how sorry she is. Permission to fucking let her have it?”

Her mouth falls open, looking to her side and then back at me. “Permission granted.” I kiss her again before turning to the ghost of that wretched bag of bones, who still looks expectant for me to comply.

“So, you gonna tell her, then?”

"Tell her what, Linda? The steaming heap of bullshit you’re still telling yourself now to absolve your guilt? Nah, I ain’t doing that, but I will tell you a few fucking things,” I begin, anger pulsing through me. “Your husband didn't fucking love you because you fucked anything with a pulse behind his damned back and got yourself pregnant with a child who wasn't his, who you then beat the shit out of from three to fifteen years old! You want forgiveness for that, huh? Fuck you, she ain’t forgiving shit! What you left for her in your suicide note, you messed her up. She’s thirteen years past it and still she can’t fully move on, and you did that. You." I roar at her transparent image, surging forward rapidly until I'm right in front of her. "And if you were alive right now, I'd torture you to death for what you did to her."

“Listen, I know I messed up, just please, tell her...”

“No! We’re fucking done here. I ain’t telling her anything that comes from you, you poisonous bitch.” Taking Edie’s hand, I pull her close, hating the fact I can feel her trembling, a huge chest echo thudding through me when I see she’s crying.

“You have nothing to say that I want to hear, mom. Go fuck yourself,” she then speaks to the spot her mother’s ghost occupies, Linda’s form reaching her again as she begins to lament her sorrow once more.

Pulling her back into my arms, I stroke her face, shaking my head. "No, she doesn't deserve them." I tell her, moving my thumbs to wipe away the tears brimming her eyes before picking her up and getting her out of here quickly. We arrive back at her home moments later, and as I predicted, she breaks down as soon as we're inside, but what she says through those tears I have to say, I don't expect.

"I love you, Angel. I love you so much! For everything you do for me, who you are, what you just said to my mom, and for being the first person ever to protect me from her." She cries after flinging her arms around my neck. I hold her to me tightly, stroking her hair and letting her sob.

Everything Linda put her through has swollen up within her, and I know it'll take considerable time for me to try and get it to deflate once more. Underneath my sadness for her having to endure those memories, though, I feel the most sublime happiness that finally she told me she loves me. We vampires, we're not made of stone, you know.

#angel reyes #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes smut #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x ofc #angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes fic #vampire!angel reyes #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc smut #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic

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chubearr · 2 years

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JWCC FINAL SEASON WAS SO GOOD 😭💞

im gonna type my whole review when i wake up in the morning bc yes, i stayed up for this its currently 4:50am and i have work in 5hrs 😍

quick thoughts—

THE WHOLE SEASON WAS A MISSION, emotional and rewarding for real! as for ships, not everyone is going to be happy and non-toxic but hey 2/3 OF US WON winkwink 💞

I FREAKED OUT FOR A CERTAIN CANON SHIP no.. not kenlynn for once— surprise. YOU GUYS HAVE TO WATCH THE NEW SEASON RIGHT NOW AND SEE FOR YOURSELF!

and im happy and proud to say my predictions were spot on 👌

last episode was the best for sure! i cant wait to share all my thoughts. see you soon!

#netflix #jurassic world camp cretaceous #camp cretaceous #jurassic world #jwcc #kenji kon #jwcc brooklynn #kenlynn #yasmina fadoula #sammy gutierrez #yasammy #ben pincus #darius bowman #jwcc s5 #jwcc season 5

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yomeiu · 11 months

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it’s currently 4:50AM and i’m about to go to sleep BUT before i do that i had to tell you that the entire world rn is the same shades of blue as your art piece of dazai walking across that beam and it made me think of that! anyway low key a magical moment ngl ty for the good art, art is all about being reminded of the artistic during the mundane and such and i love that your art is also does that for me <3 (okay i’ll go sleep now)

wait really? that sounds so cool!! which reminds me i need to pay more attention to the skies during that time (i am a late sleeper too hi) but i am so happy to know that my colors aren't just made up and could actually occur in real life too, and i definitely agree about the being reminded of mundane things thing :] thank you so much!! i hope you have a great nights rest! 🌙

#ask #the sky works wonders tbh

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bunnyb34r · 7 months

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Cranky crabby but what else is new

The why this time is bc LadyManager was like "hey I need you to take this endcap pallet and wrap it to be taken to the steel, and take this endcap pallet and put the shoes there"

And I listened being polite and said "sorry I'm not going to have time to do that. I work til 8" (it was 6:50am)

"Shit. Okay what are you working on??"

Stocking all this *gestures* (4 boxes strewn on the floor bc I was moving them) and it's new, then I have to make signs for everything and do trash and take my break.

So yknow shit that will in total take an hour.

"Okay well can you push that to the side? I really need you to get rid of these pallets"

Like thanks for devaluing my work and showing that you don't give a fuck when an employee tells you they cannot do a task AND their current workload. Any respect I still had for her (which was little tbh, I dont respect anyone above me except the good team lead) is completely gone. Go fuck yourself.

So NewLady had asked her what she asked me to do and then came over to help me which I really appreciated bc wtf man AND [relative coworker] came by to help bc she saw us and was like ???

I had to have [rc] wrap my one other pallet and she did my trash for me, but even with all that I finished by 7:50.

#marquilla #work talk #im also crabby ab something else but thats personal shit

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roymustbang · 8 months

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i have a job interview at 9:30am

it’s currently 4:50am and i haven’t slept shit

why am i like this

#at this point i dont know if i should just stay awake #or if i should go to sleep #:((((#personal

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creelby · 1 year

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heyyy

what have you been up to on this (hopefully) lovely day? (if you don't mind me asking)

well since i am seeing this at 7:50am, i haven’t currently done anything other than stroke my dog and wake up thinking ‘lexi mitchell has 4 parents’.

butttt i will keep you updated as i continue to do more exhilarating (use of hyperbole and sarcasm there) things.

#moots

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selfishlyselfless · 1 year

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I still don't get the whole "this generation no longer wants to work 😡😡😡😡🤬😠😤🥱" argument, especially in the past few months.

Here was my schedule for today, I drove everywhere myself and didn't go home until after I finished everything. I fed myself today and my breakfast was an orange and caffeine.

8:00am: take sister to school, go to my school

8:50am: personal banking or tutoring (today was personal banking) (was late because I had to set up a til)

10:20am: humanities (was late because I had to stop by chemistry to fix some things)

12:05: lunch (Mondays and some Tuesday, Thursday, Friday meetings usually, today I had lunch free though :D)

12:45pm: math (god I hate math the facilitators are mean)

2:22pm: AP biology (was kinda cool today, got to weigh yams n shit)

4pm: had to stop by office and count tills and bracelets for nonprofit

*immediately drove to work around 4:30

5pm: made it to work, ran a bakery alone until 8

8-10pm: closing and more til counting

11pm: finally made it home for the day

Most days look like this. Overpopulation in my town specifically has made finding work fairly difficult for young people with not a lot of prior work experience. One of our McDonald's is backed up on 15 year olds just waiting to train. It's ridiculous. Maybe, if there were teens who just didn't want to work, it's because of the severe lack of support. In fast food, very seldom to managers actually care. And in school, they're overpopulated to the point where people prioritize quantity over quality. Theres a lack of support from schools and from work authorities, I just got lucky to find my current jobs the way I did.

#overpopulation #workforce #workingstudent #gen z stuff #fast food #working class #working conditions #vent? sorta #rants n rambles #personal rant

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souverite · 2 years

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it’s currently 4:50am and i have the raging urge to WRITE

#sigh

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outerbankspov · 2 years

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Finished one episode- it’s currently 4:50AM & the birds are chirping & the skies slowly waking up.

Oh & me my cousins & sister baked a cake 😜

The caffeine is kicking in as well as the SUGUR in the cake so I’m wide awake

I turn + tomorrow

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sharperthewriter · 2 years

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Chapter 2 of the 16th Annual Kim Possible Fannies Awards

Chapter 2 – The Trip

(September 15, 2020, 3:45am)

Kim, Rufus, and Ron were getting ready to go to the Denver International Airport. They had bought tickets a couple weeks prior for their flight to Berlin for Dementor's retirement party. Since their flight was set to leave at six-thirty that morning, they had to leave the house early in anticipation of the long lines plus security.

The couple came out of the house with four suitcases. Ron was wearing a blue button-down shirt, jeans with a belt, and sneakers. Kim was wearing a green button-down blouse with a couple of the top buttons undone, demin Club Banana flare overalls with the left strap hooked, the right strap undone and dangling behind her back with the bib partially flopping, and brown boots. She accessorized the outfit with giant gold hoop earrings, a gold statement necklace with a K initial, two silver necklaces, the CB charm heart bracelet on her left hand and the CB gold ladies watch on her right, and four rings: two on her left hand and two on her right, including the wedding band.

"KPS, you always blend decades nicely!" Ron complimented her attire.

"Why do you say that, Ron?" Kim asked.

"The one strap thing on your flare overalls! It's like...what goes with the 70s and 90s?" Ron said of Kim's fashion creation.

"Like a grunge party at a disco?" Kim guessed right off the bat.

"Yeah, something like that, Kim!" Ron replied. "Is the babysitter going to be here soon?"

Kim looked at her watch.

"She should be here right about now, Ron!"

A blue four-door sedan pulled up to the Possible-Stoppable residence. And when it parked, none other than Liz Apple emerged.

Liz was the only former Mad Dog cheerleader who was not currently in a romantic relationship. To this point, she had had three boyfriends since high school whom she broke up with due to the fact that they were jerks. Liz was working as a regional assistant to most of the Smarty Marts in the Denver area. Even though the job paid $35,000 a year, she had barely enough to pay the rent in her apartment plus all the utilities and expenses. She had served as an emergency babysitter to the Possible-Stoppables ever since the last babysitter was scared off by Justin's Mystical Monkey Powers which he inherited from his dad.

"Hey, Liz! Glad that you made it!" Kim exclaimed, hugging her.

"Heya, Liz!" Ron exclaimed, waving to her.

"Heya, K. Hey Ron! How’ve you two been?” Liz asked brightly, shaking Ron’s hand.

“Everything’s spankin'!” Kim replied. “Ron and I are about to head off to the airport.”

“So how long you two are going to be in Berlin?” Liz asked.

“We’re making a vacation of it. Five days,” Kim said. “The retirement party is on the final day of the trip.”

“Good luck! And have a safe flight,” Liz exclaimed.

The two of them got into the Sloth and began the long drive.

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(Denver International Airport, 4:50am)

Kim and Ron parked the Sloth in the airport’s parking lot and locked the doors.

“You got the luggage?” Kim asked.

“I got it, KPS!” Ron replied, grunting as he grabbed the two suitcases from the SUV. Ron's suitcase, obviously, was much lighter than that of Kim's. Luckily for him, the suitcases had wheels on them.

After the trek inside, acquiring their boarding passes, and checking their bags, Kim and Ron then went to the nearby TSA checkpoint.

“Okay, Ron. You know the drill! We give the TSA agents our drivers licenses, empty our pockets, pass through the scanner, and we'll be on our way!” Kim reminded her husband.

“Rufus won't be bothered at all! They usually love him!” Ron replied.

Rufus nodded his head in agreement as they reached the front of the line.

The female TSA agent scanned their driver’s licenses and passes and nodded them through. “Please remove all valuables and metallic objects and place them in the tray!”

Kim and Ron did so, emptying their pockets of loose change and setting that with Kim’s handbag in a tray while their carry-on bags went down the conveyer.

“What about Rufus?” Ron asked, reaching in his pocket for the naked mole-rat.

“He can pass through without incident, Mr. Possible-Stoppable,” a male TSA agent said.

Ron found his pocket empty, and after looking around spotted Rufus in the tray on the conveyor belt next to Kim’s purse. The female TSA agent saw the skeleton of Rufus through the X-Ray machine as the tray passed through.

Ron shrugged guiltily as Kim stepped ahead of him into the scanner and raised her arms as instructed. She was waved through by the male agent without incident, and then Ron stepped into the scanner.

“Sir, do you have anything in your pockets?” the agent asked as the scanner beeped.

Ron checked again, turning his pockets out as Rufus hopped to Kim’s shoulder where she waited sans shoes. They made confused eye contact, as Ron’s pockets were empty.

“Any metal on your clothing?” the agent asked.

“Oh!”

Ron began removing his titanium belt, but the moment it was done his pants fell down to his ankles, revealing his pink heart boxers.

“Ron...” Kim groaned, “...really?”

“Don't blame me for wearing a comfier pants’ size, KPS!” Ron replied. “It’s not like I was gonna wear my tailored party pants on the plane.”

The belt was placed back on the conveyer by another agent, and Ron attempted to go through the metal detector again, shuffling with his pants over his feet. But the scanner still beeped.

“Mrs. Possible-Stoppable, I’m afraid we’ll need to take your husband for further examination,” the TSA agent said.

“Umm...okay...” Kim replied in confusion.

“Oh no, it’s like that nightmare! Please be gentle...” Ron pleaded.

A pair of agents began escorting Ron to a private room, and he cast a worried glance back over his shoulder before tripping over his pants and falling to the floor. Kim and Rufus exchanged a roll of their eyes before Kim collected their belongings and sat down to wait.

(10 minutes later)

Kim stood up, her brow still furrowed in worry as Ron came back with the two agents, holding up his pants.

“KPS, I will never fear a trip to the proctologist ever again!” Ron whimpered.

“We think we found the culpirt,” the female TSA agent replied. She held a plastic bag that contained what appeared to be melted bubblegum half inside its wrapper, and a tiny gold chain with a golden dollar sign pendant. “This was stuck to his pants pocket.”

“That explains the detector constantly beeping…” Kim replied.

Rufus looked down guiltily. “Ohho, sorry,” the mole-rat squeaked softly.

“You and Mr. Possible-Stoppable should be good to go now!” the male TSA agent said.

“Please and thank you!” Kim replied as she grabbed their belongings, setting an arm around Ron who was struggling to replace his belt as he glared at Rufus who was hiding behind Kim’s hair.

“Our gate is close,” Kim said encouragingly.

(40 minutes of waiting later)

“Calling for first class for flight 2833 nonstop from Denver to Berlin! Rows 1-19,” spoke a voice over the intercom.

Kim and Ron looked at both of their boarding passes. They were being seated in seats 8-B and 8-C.

“That should be us, Ron!” Kim said, grabbing her bags.

“I'm with ya, KPS! You can taste the bratwurst and sauerkraut from here!” Ron laughed, his good humor returned. Rufus picked up his tiny briefcase and stood proudly atop Ron’s shoulder as well as they all went in line to get their boarding passes scanned.

Before long they had entered the hot, stuffy tube that was the airplane and stowed their carry-on bags, Kim looking around to assess their seating arrangements.

“Ah, boo-yah! I get a window view!” Ron exclaimed. Kim however was stuck in the middle seat.

“Well...I just guess it can't be all that bad,” Kim said. “Not like we haven’t flown commercially countless times before.”

A woman with an infant baby sat down next to her in 8-A. The newborn was already beginning to cry.

Kim smiled and was about to congratulate the mother on her child, when a mom and dad with a set of crying twin babies sat down in front of them in 7-A and 7-B, and a single mom with toddlers appearing around ages four and two shuffled into the seats behind them in 9-A, 9-B, and 9-C. The two childiren immediately began kicking Kim’s and Ron's seats.

“KPS, we're surrounded by a lot of noise!” Ron yelled to be heard over the din, covering his ears as the babies wailed louder.

“And I picked a bad day to not bring our noise-cancelling headphones!” Kim complained, also covering up her ears.

They strained to hear just then when a male voice spoke over the intercom.

“This is your captain speaking for International Airlines Flight 2833 flying nonstop from Denver to Berlin, Germany. We are experincing a minor delay in takeoff, but our weather should be clear. So sit back, relax, and enjoy your twelve and a half hour flight.”

“This is going to be so the drama...” Kim groaned.

She’d spoken too soon, her eyes widening and Ron gasping in unison with her as they saw the infant next to Kim showing the signs they were all-too familiar with that its food was about to come up. Before she could even think of unbuckling her seatbelt, her Country Club Banana overalls were covered in the thick white puke. Before either could react, Ron felt a toddler crash against the back of his seat with a shout of “gimme!” in the split second before a sippy cup of chocolate milk burst over the blond man’s head.

Kim and Ron looked at each other.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

Their screams joined the rest of the chaos in first class.

(French Narrator: One torturous 12-hour flight to Berlin later)

At the Berlin Brandenburg Airport, Dr. Betty Director stood near baggage claim holding up a large sign that said: “DEMENTOR RETIREMENT PARTY.” Her brow rose when the familiar duo of Team Possible looked decidedly not themselves as they stood slumped on the descending escalator, their faces downcast, exhausted, and fairly traumatized.

The right sleeve of Ron’s button-up shirt ripped off, which was balanced by the matching loss of the left leg of his jeans. The zipper to his jeans was broken, showing a peek of his pink heart boxers beneath. One of his sneakers was also missing. His hair was scarcely recognizable, containing a wad of bubblegum, baby formula, and caked chocolate milk, while the rest of him was damp with other rancid-smelling liquids. A barf bag hung from his trembling fingers.

As for Kim, the metal clasps on the buckles of her flare overalls were damaged and she had been forced to tie the straps together through the beltloops to prevent her having a Ron moment. Her left hoop earring was missing and both sleeves of her plaid shirt were torn and barely on her arms. Her hair looked as though it had gone a week without brushing and her left boot was absent.

Rufus was clinging to Ron’s shoulder, nearly comatose with a look of trauma haunting his expressive features.

“What happened to you two!?” Betty asked as she rushed forward to meet the pair.

“Don't…don’t ask...” Ron said, shaking his head in horror.

“Transatlantic flight from H. E. double hockey sticks....” Kim muttered before the both of them collapsed to a bench.

Ron lifted the barf bag to his lips and hurled.

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