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lacedinweb22 · 9 months

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Drunk and Crushing (Pt. 2) (Miguel O’Hara x reader)

🕸️ Entangled Series 🕸️ ch. 5 prev part

Summary: After you escape the chaos of the party and find shelter in the downstairs bathroom with Miguel, you get bold. You’re both drunk and vulnerable. Your feelings are impossible to ignore… or hide.

CW: self sabotage, retching, oblivious & painful character behavior, drunkenness >:)

Author’s note: I made this playlist of muffled tracks that I listened to NONSTOP while writing this chapter! PLEASE listen to them in the playlist’s order while reading! They fit the scenes so WELLL and the lyrics match the mood perfectly ❤️‍🔥

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLrEXY2MI6p5edEO8pLnkNilq65067VNUu

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We found an unoccupied bathroom downstairs. There was still an overwhelming amount of drunk university students filling the house, but this shelter sufficed. Kendrick Lamar’s “LOVE” played, muffled and seeping through the walls. I sat myself on the bathtub edge, feeling myself get heavier; the drunkenness had creeped up on me.

I paused my overwhelming thought traffic and looked up at Miguel, who was leaning back against the sink counter. He gripped the edge of the counter; his fingers tightly flexed, displaying his muscular, bruised up hands.

The restroom was dark, lit only by a small purple lamp; there was still enough light to see the pink in my cheeks and the red and purple in his knuckles.

He looked down at me as I scanned his entire figure: his muscles, scars, his clothes. I circled back to his eyes; he was so much higher above me, his gaze looking down on me. It felt so… dirty. He tilted his head at me, questioning my gaze. I looked away nervously, realizing how it looked. I looked down at the soda can still in my hand.

“This can is so dented, did you drop it?” I asked, laughing. He looked at the can, then back at me, “No, yes, I– yeah, I dropped it. Some douche bumped into me,” he explained, suspiciously slow. “Hmph,” I scoffed. “Wait a minute… that reminds me, wheredidyou go earlier formysoda? You were gone forawhile. You just disappeared. You’vebeendoingthat alotlately. Disappearing. Ditching me.” The slurred words escaped me so easily.

“I…a… friend called me outside to… deal with this fight that was breaking out, and I… had to stop it. So I, you know, went out and reasoned with them, worked it out,” he explained, nodding, reassuring himself that his story was believable. I continued, “Mmmmkay… and our study date– sessions you couldn’t make it to? That you canceled on or ditched after a few minutes? What’s the excuse for those?” “I told you, my brother has a shitty car and I’m the one he calls to work on it.” I rolled my eyes. “Gabriel’s a fucking tech god. A literal engineer, right? But okay, sure, whatever you say Miguel,” I muttered, shaking my head, and rubbing my tired eyes.

“I mean if you have… like a girl, or… a sneakylink, or whatever just fucking say it. I mean it’sfine, O’Hara, you’re my friend. We can talk about thesekindsofthings,” I insisted, bitterly.

“There’s absolutely no girl,” he replied, firmly. “The only girl, who is actively in my life— who I want in my life, is you. You’re the girl, okay? You’re the sneakylink minus thesneaky. You’re the link. But not sex, I mean you’re thegirl I want to hangoutwith–” he drunkenly blurted.

“I’m the girl?” I repeated, hiding my smile in my hands. Though I didn’t believe he was gone breaking up a fight, my pounding heart overpowered my confusion; listening to him stumble over his words made my stomach burst with butterflies. “So you–” or with alcohol. I dropped to my knees and puked into the toilet. “Fuck, Y/N,” Miguel exclaimed, as he dropped to the floor with me. He brushed my hair back and held it in his hand. I groaned. Yep, I’m fucked. I’m so drunk. He rubbed my back. He grabbed his water bottle and aided it to my lips.

“I mean since we’re asking all these questions, who was that guy you met up with earlier?” he asked, still holding my hair. “Mmm funny you assume it was a guy… do you mean Jenn?” I breathed out into the toilet bowl, ready to vomit again. He breathed out, relieved. “Whatwas that?” I questioned, turning around looking up at him. “What, what?” he replied, acting clueless. “You breathed out like ughhhHHHHH,” I mimicked.

“Shhhh! Stop moaning, people are going to think we’re fucking in here. They’re right outside the door,” he blurted out, trying to shush me. I’m so drunk. My body was not obeying me. Maybe the subconscious version of me deep inside, but not the me I needed it to obey.

“I wish we were.” FUCK. I caught myself, “I wishwewere… back home” FUCK. “At my apartment so we couldddd play videogames. Hahaha yeah…” I finished off quietly, staring at him, waiting for him to shut me down. Fucking drunk idiot, stop talking, shut up. His eyebrows knit together as his eyes explored my face, trying to decipher the words slurring out of my mouth. “Okay, Y/N,” he breathed out, brushing my hair back, “you’re…drunk,” he said, looking at my hair in his hands. I hate him. My head felt heavier.

I could absolutely not keep my thoughts inside. Fucking drunk word vomit.

My eyes brushed his. God I wish you knew. “God I wish you knew.”

“Knew what?” he responded, his eyes reignited with curiosity. “What?” I responded. “You said you wish I knew,” he responded, grabbing my shoulder, trying to shake the drunkenness and truth out of me.

“Oh shit, was that out… loud?” I breathed out, holding back my vomit. “I don’tknow maybe that… I wish you knewwhatIwasthinking, or maybe I wishyoufeltwhat I feel…” I closed my eyes, my mouth defeated my common sense. “I mean come ONNN, Miguel, you’re so good at physics, and shit, but you– you don’t see this? You solve all those equations, but you can’t figure this out? Nope, obliviousMiguel, hahahhshsifhmm, remember when you called me oblivious? Ironic,” I slurred, smiling with my eyes closed.

I leaned into the toilet again to retch. I barfed what seemed like a gallon of soda and tequila. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, holding my hair and rubbing my back. “I’m sorry, this is my fault, I should’ve been watching you, I-I should have watched how much you drank,” he scolded himself. He sat on his knees behind me, much taller than me, then lowered his head to rest on my shoulder, still holding my hair. His cheek pressed against the back of my shoulder, then he slowly turned, his lips now pressing against me. He’s drunk. My face remained hovering into the toilet. There was a lot going on.

“Ugh that was it. That was the one,” I groaned. I started to stand up, as Miguel remained on his knees. He wrapped his big hands around my waist to help me up. Once I stood up, I chugged mouthwash and rinsed the bitter taste away. I turned to find Miguel sitting on the floor, against the wall, staring at me, longingly. His eyes were darker, different. His cheeks were pink, his face dewy.

“I’m feeling it,” he muttered, looking up at me. I walked over to him, standing above him, as he looked up at me. “Very good. Now we can be in the same place,” I said, mischievously smiling down at him.

“We’ve always beenin thesame place, just at different times… I don’t know what I’m saying,” he groaned as he rested his face in his hands. I handed him the water bottle. “Drink some, Mig.” He nodded and drank.

“I feel so gross and sweaty,” I groaned. “Is it weird to shower here? I’ll ask Lizzie,” I muttered. I strained my brain power to call Lizzie to ask if I could use the shower. This shower should sober me up. It needs to.

“I got the greenlight!!” I exclaimed to Miguel. He remained silently sitting resting his face in his hands. I crouched down in between his legs. “Mig, are you okay?” “Just tired, and… drunk,” he breathed out.

“Okay, I’m gonna take a shower, but you sit here. Give me five minutes.” He got up, closed the toilet, and sat. I stood in front of him, as he remained sitting on the toilet. He watched and seemingly admired me as I pinned my hair up.

“I’m going to change my clothes in the shower, before I turn on the water. Do you think I could hand you my clothes?” I asked. He nodded, with loyal puppy dog eyes.

I took off my socks and shoes then got into the tub and closed the shower curtain. “Fuck, it’s slippery,” I gasped, almost slipping. “Be careful. No, wait, you’re drunk. Maybe this isn’t such a great idea,” he responded, his voice getting louder as he stood up. I could see his shadow through the curtain. “I’ll be fine,” I responded. I began taking off my jewelry and placing it into his hand, which peeked through the curtain as he looked away.

I then took off my dress, and handed it to him. Then my bra, and finally my underwear.

“You’re so obedient,” I teased, giving him my panties. I placed it slowly into his hand. I watched his fingertips feel for a hint of what he was feeling, then his grip tightened as he finally looked down to see what it was. “Yeah… well, that’sthe effect you haveonme,” he slurred as he looked down at my lace underwear. He quickly looked back up and placed it on the counter without looking. He’s drunk.

“Shit Miguel, it’s catching up to you, I mean it caught up to you” I laughed, as I started the water and stood in the corner of the shower, peeking out at him. He sat back down, looking at his hands in his lap. The steam began to fill the restroom.

I heard shuffling and peeked to find Miguel taking off his moto jacket. He was now just wearing his snug form-fitting t-shirt. His back muscles were so fucking visible now. I watched him from behind the curtain, his muscles flexing as he adjusted his shirt. I admired his huge biceps being squeezed through the snug cotton sleeves, and his veiny forearms resting in his lap. It’s like he’s testing the durability of his fucking shirt.

He took a deep breath then looked back up at me to find me watching him. “Sorry– I,” I muttered as he immediately looked back down at his hands as I closed the curtain and started to soak myself in the warm water.

I stared at the tile walls when a huge shadow towered over me through the curtain. “Miguel? Are you… there, and okay?” I asked, nervously. “I just need… to stand up. I’m fucked up,” he muttered. I peeked out of the curtain. He was pacing back and forth in the small restroom, his eyes furrowed as he stretched an arm across his chest. He looked at me, his gaze softened, then nervously looked down and turned around to keep pacing.

I rinsed off then turned off the water. “Miguel, could you–” “Here,” he replied as he handed me a towel through the curtains. “Okay, I’m goingto come out, but you’re going to need to close your eyes,” I warned. “Got it,” he replied. “Are they closed?” “Yes.”

I slowly got out of the tub, and stood on the mat. He was facing me, eyes closed. I dried off, then took off my towel and hung it up. As I let my hair down and slowly slid my underwear on, I felt a burst of daringness. That shower didn’t sober me up enough. “Can you help me… ummm put my bra on?” I muttered. “What? Your–” “Bra, yes. And you also need to zip my dress up. That’s the Y/N-coming-to-a-party-with-you tax,” “so this is a commonly paid tax,” he muttered. Is he jealous? I smiled at the thought. “You’re so dumb. No. Only you,” I muttered, as I watched his lips fight a smile, “Miguel, just… shut up and help me.” I grabbed his hands, as his eyes remained closed and put them on my shoulders.

“Okay, see here are myshoulders. I’m going toturnaround, then youaregoing to go down to myback and feelmybra and hookit okay?” I breathed out. “Okay,” he responded, quietly. I turned around as his hands brushed my back. He moved my hair to the side of my neck, then traced his fingers down my back to find my bra. His warm, calloused hands brushed against my skin. Chills shot through my body. “Fuck,” I breathed out, accidentally. “What? What did I do?” he asked quickly. “Nothing, I was just— nothing,” I blurted. He scoffed then took a deep breath.

He hooked it. “Okay, now dress,” I pulled the dress up, and turned for him to zip it from the back. “Reach your hands out again,” I instructed. His hands touched my hair, then brushed down to the zipper right above my ass. His knuckles brushed my underwear then up my back as he zipped it slowly.

I turned around. His eyes were still closed, his cheeks growing pink. I tiptoed so I was closer to his face. I looked up at his lips. I could kiss him so easily right now. His eyebrows scrunched, “Are you almost ready? Is it okay?” he whispered. “Mhmm,” I whispered back, facing him. I leaned closer to his lips. He breathed through his nose, his warm breath caressing my lips. I want to kiss you so bad. I took a deep breath. You’re drunk. I lowered my heels back to the ground.

“You can look now,” I sighed, as I looked in the mirror and fixed my smudged eyeliner.

He watched me, his reflection in my peripheral vision. He sat back on the toilet and turned to watch me put my necklaces on.

I finished, then walked to him. I stood in between his legs. He looked up at me then down at my neck. “I like the new one. I see you replaced the one you gave me,” he whispered, pulling the black cord necklace I gave him from out under his shirt. I traced my fingertips around it, smiling down at him. He still wears it. He raised his fingertips to my neck then whispered, “Can I?” I nodded. I kneeled down, our faces now level to each other.

He traced his fingers along my necklace. “So beautiful,” he whispered, looking at my necklace then up to my lips.

I leaned closer into him. His fingertips traced from my necklace to my cheek, caressing my burning, flushed skin. This is so new. I sighed, my stomach overwhelmed with butterflies.

“I can hear your heart racing,” he whispered. “What— how?” I whispered, putting my hand on my chest to feel it. “I… have great hearing, you know this, my senses are impeccable,” he replied, shrugging. “If only your amazing senses extended to mind reading,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.

“You know, Y/N, I can read you… most of the time,” he said, brushing my hair out of my face. “Okay, then what am I thinking right now?” “I have my guesses,” he replied, looking at my lips then up into my eyes. His longing eyes painted him desperate. Does he mean it? What is he thinking?

Miguel leaned in; I followed, leaning in slowly, our lips close to touching. Is he going to do what I was too scared to? His thumb traced my cheek, as he looked back and forth between my lips and eyes.

Our lips finally met.

And it was everything I dreamt it to be. The kiss was warm, and raw, no holding back, just drunk honest passion. His lips were soft, and he tasted like dr. pepper. He’s so addictive; I want to stay here forever. No confusion, or self-doubt, just him and I in our small corner of this chaotic party.

I stroked his face, then combed my fingers into his waves, my thumb never losing contact with his cheek. The kiss intensified as he grabbed my waist, pulling me closer, and kissing me harder.

Eventually, to my disappointment, our lips gently parted.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, “I’ve wanted this… for so long,” he whispered, his eyes drowsy. I searched his gaze. He looked like he meant it. But he’s drunk. A wave of anxiety crashed onto me, disrupting the bliss I had been chasing for so long.

He doesn’t want me. He’s drunk. This shouldn’t have happened like this.

“You don’t mean that, no, we can’t– we can’t,” I groaned, pulling away. “Yes, we can… Why not?” he replied softly and drunkenly, his eyes still drowsy. His hand reached to mine as he held it in between us.

He read my face then looked at me worriedly, snapping out of it. “Fuck, I’m sorry, was that not okay? Did I–” he rambled, panicking. “I’m sorry, I’m drunk… you know, I didn’t… I didn’t mean to,” I whispered.

“Well that sucks. I… really wish you did,” he muttered, looking at me, confused.

I remained on my knees, looking down at my hand in his. His eyes were stuck on mine, trying to read me.

Overwhelming silence filled the small restroom; not even the music bleeding into the room could save us.

I reasoned desperately, “I just– I know you don’t want this, you know? I know you don’t like me like that… you don’t mean it— I know you don–”

His eyebrows furrowed, “And why couldn’t I like you? How would you know?” he asked, irritated. I pulled my hand from his as I stood up, away from him.

“Because, you don’t want this! You’re drunk, Miguel. You don’t get to have this when you’re drunk and it’s fun and convenient for you since I’m the only one around,” I blurted, angrily.

I looked down at him; he looked up at me confused. He closed his eyes, looked down, took a deep breath, then whispered, “Y/N, you don’t know what I want. I want you— and I’m confused, why can’t you just let me… I want you. Why can’t we try, why can’t we just give this–”

“Miguel, you’re not getting it. I am just a spur of the moment type of thing to you! This is real to me, and to you this is just drunkenness–”

“Y/N, I’m not–”

“Yes, Miguel, you are drunk,”

“Stop putting words into my mouth! I am drunk but I want you, sober or not!”

Silence.

“I just… I have to feel this way, everyday. These feelings of desperation, an-and longing for you every single moment of every single day every time I see you, knowing I can’t have you, and you don’t want me like that… this isn’t fair,” I exclaimed, turning around to the sink, “You disappear, you come back, cheeks flushed, I mean, Miguel, who were you really with? Who do you leave me for? Stop lying to me, just tell me the truth, that’s all I want, just tell me…”

I looked down, trying to control my anger and the tears I felt welling up. “Forget it, forget it.” I can’t handle the lies he’s going to feed to me. Or the truth.

He stood up, hovering over me as I cried silently over the sink. “Did you not see all 100 frat boys watching you walk into here? Do you not see me trying to keep you near me, away from them? There’s only you—” he argued, drunkenly but still firmly. “God, Miguel, everyone was looking at you! How fucking oblivious are you? Everyone that wants you and everyone who wishes they were being looked at by all of those beautiful girls. They. Were. Looking. At. You,” I exclaimed. “They’re jealous I’m with YOU,” he exclaimed back. He’s fucking delusional. “Sure, yeah, that makes alotttt of sense! Yeah, definitely,” I scoffed. “You’re ridiculous,” he sharply replied, turning away.

I sighed and shook my head. He doesn’t get it.

Or maybe I just ruined everything.

“I–I have to go, I need to– need to go home,” I whispered as I reached for the door. His hand grabbed my wrist.

“No, just… stay,” he whispered.

I turned and looked up at him. He stood against me, his hand still gripping my wrist. He looked down at me, his eyebrows furrowed upwards, begging me, “Please,” he continued, “this one time… for me.”

That could be enough for me to stay.

I looked down and closed my eyes. Tears rolled down my cheeks. “Y/N, we can’t say ‘goodnight’ and still be mad at each other,” he explained, “Can you listen to me, can you just let me explain–”

The door began to rattle against my back as someone knocked violently on the other side. Miguel sighed as we both moved out of the way and opened the door. A couple looked at us grumpily. We both grabbed our stuff then left the restroom.

I sped walked through the crowd.

“Y/N, please, let’s just talk some– somewhere quiet, just the two of us. You can’t leave upset, that’s our #1 rule, and I don’t want you walking alone, especially not after what happened last month,” he called out behind me.

I turned around, as we stood in a large crowd looking across at each other. The neon lights lit up his face in the dark. If I wasn’t so drunk, and so upset with him, if I ignored the truth, the fact that he’s hiding something from me, I would kiss him. I would let the lights and the music blind and deafen me, because it wouldn’t matter. All I would feel is him. But I am drunk, and I know he’s lying.

We were in a chaotic bubble of people pushing and drinking, but I could only see him. He looked at me desperately, as I kept my face stern. “Y/N, I’ll explain— why I’ve been disappearing, I just—” “You don’t need to. Not anymore. I can’t keep pretending this ‘us’ and ‘ours’ thing isn’t tearing me up inside. And… it’s fine, I’ll be fine. I need to be alone.”

I walked out, called a cab, and waited outside on the lawn surrounded by loud drunk people. I cried, hugging myself as I watched Miguel walk drunkenly, down the street and into the night.

to be continued…

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 3 months

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gooooood morning my sweet honey bunny ari I THINK UR FLOWER RESULT FITS U SOO WELLL i'm here to just say that "a love that does not boast and, in kind, does not fade, eternal like history" i feel like that's incredibly aricoded this is who you are in my head OH AND also "an unwavering curiosity about the world and its fumbling, lost, endearing people" ????????????? literally you?????????? we're talking about THE sugu and kenny lover here like??????????? sigh love u my little iris i hope you slept well

- @softgirlgonehaywire

MICKEY U CAN’T COME INTO MY INBOX CALL ME UR LITTLE IRIS AND THEN LEAVE??????? GET BACK HERE RN??????? 😭😭😭😭😭 u are so sweet i melted i dissolved hypothetically would u prefer a ring w a classic diamond or ur birthstone …. asking for a friend ……….

I’M SO GLAD U THINK IT FITS this gives me a good excuse to talk abt ur result too >:33 bc it’s literally soooo mickeycoded it’s crazy . ik i’ve said u remind me of hyacinths before AND THAT STILL HOLDS TRUE but i think u are so so sunflower coded too… when i think of Mickey i think of purple flowers and yellow flowers !! <3333 u are so sunshine coded i feel like if i walked into a big sunflower field u would be napping in the grass

bright, bubbly laughter / lazy grins & half-lidded eyes twinkling with mirth

this is so mickeycoded it hurts u are soooo bubbly laughter soooo lazy grins i associate u so much w smiles and laughter !!!! u are so funny and warm mickey i think u’ve also pavlov’d me a little bc so many of ur fics mention smile lines and grins and giggles and i’m just :((((((( when i think of Joy i think of mickey i fear …..

red, sweet, rich cherry wine / sticky caramel / juicy peaches, perfectly ripe and sugary sweet, just a touch of tang in every bite / lemonade & sweet tea in tall, ice cold glasses

I CANT EXPLAIN IT MICKEY this is so You though…… just all the summery springy flowery treats!!!! cherries & peaches & lemonade <33 caramel!!! so mickeycore (i just realized i might associate u w caramel bc when i think of caramel i think of popcorn and when i think of popcorn i think of movies and when i think of movies i think of Mickey….)

warmth and a welcoming aura that radiates for miles / painting in the park / people watching

i don’t need to explain this one the moment i saw it i was like yeahhhhhhh it’s mickey we all know… so welcoming and warm and sunshiney. doctors all around the world fear u bc every word u say is a tiny punch of vitamin d u protect tumblr from seasonal depression just by existing it needs to stop mickey. they’ll hunt u down :((((((

#this accidentally turned into a love letter i think …. oops #GOOD MORNING MY LOVELY SUNFLOWER hehe i hope u had the nicest dreams !!!!! :33 #i hope u are catching up on soooo much sleep u deserve it !!!!!#the quiz was an actual godsend btw it gave me inspo for the knight!sugu fic >:33 hehehe #gonna put a bunch of irises in there …. somewhere ……. and sunflowers too while im at it !!!#ILY i hope ur day is soooooo warm and sweet i hope the sunlight hits ur window just right and that u eat the comfiest meal #ask tag ✩#mickey !! ✩

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puffshale · 5 years

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@blitzzaro‘s Gus and @lilitalc‘s Iseul

💬 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 : "💀 𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙆𝙖𝙞."

𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐈𝐋💜: “KAI...What do you mean????? Σ(▼□▼メ)” -

𝐊𝐀𝐈💀 : “Oh you know, you’re getting over with ‘i am a sulking young human and i can’t be bothered’ phase.”

𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐈𝐋💜: “Wish you’d actually put that more nicely...”

𝐊𝐀𝐈💀 : “I could, but the truth serves you better now than my sarcasm. At least you gained another friend apart Iseul. That’s...a progress from you communicating to...you know, dead people.”

𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐈𝐋💜: “I think...had fun today and it’s been a long time since someone made me smile-particularly, two friends. Remember that guy that I challenged in the local arcade? Welll-I kinda bumped into him again and he’s cool. Like, really really cool and just easygoing. I think me and Iseul had a blast with him. He’s a hacker btw and-”

𝐊𝐀𝐈💀 : “WHAT’S UP WITH HIS HAND? and wow, look at you being talkative today. That’s an achievement-“

𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐈𝐋💜: “...and I really wish I’ll meet them both again at the same time soon. I really nights like this stayed longer. I’m exhausted but it was worth it.”

THE COLLAB TOOK SOOO LONG BUUUT HELLZ YEAH I DID IT. // Funfact: I spent more time arranging the photos on the post than editing itself. GOSH I TOOK SO MANY PHOTOS, BUT ONLY A FEW SURVIVED TO FIT AESTHETIC. #mood. 💖 I really had so much fuuun aswell dressing them all up, ISEUL’S ONE SEXY LADIE and Gus (´♡‿♡`) ... boooth just made my nosebleed so much. I lubs u both and also thank you being so patient after 9134121 years. They’re both very amazing and unique characters JUST AAH. Thankk youu~! (≧◡≦) ♡

#sims 3 #ts3 #sims3 #sims #simblr #puffshaleSybil #blitzzaro #LiliTalc #sim #sims story

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ddaeng-181338 · 6 years

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Maknae Line Reaction To you walking out during a fight

Angst

✰ Hyung Line ✰

A/n: here’s the Maknae line! It’s currently 3:30am and I’m not sure why I’m all of a sudden so hype when I’ve only gotten like 3 hours of sleep in the last 24 hours ;-;

Welll now its 12pm lmao my hyper ass fell asleep, honestly I struggled with Jungkook for some reason, I just couldn’t write it in a way I liked, so I settled for my okay enough attempt (*´-`)

Anyway here is the Maknae line version! I will be doing a part two for both Hyung Line and Maknae Line!

Jimin ✰

When the members said Jimin was the scariest when mad—they weren’t lying. “Jimin calm down please! There is no need to be this upset!” Jimin had come home in a fit of rage—very bad day for him practice wise. “You don’t understand y/n I fucked up all day! There is a reason for me to be his pissed off.”

You leaned against the kitchen counter, wanting to give him as much space as possible. “You can’t beat yourself up like this Jimin, you’re human it’s normal to make mistakes” you tried again. However this only seemed to set him off more. “Stop fucking telling me it’s fine when it isn’t! You don’t fucking understand so just shut up.”

That stung. You wanted to be there for him all the time and you were trying your best to calm him down. Maybe you really didn’t understand him at all. “Alright Jimin, I’ll shut up...” your voice was laced with hurt as you slowly backed away from him. He didn’t even realize you’d left until he heard the front door shut. Eyes widened as he realized just how much of an ass he was being.

Instead of taking his anger out on something he took it out on you, someone who was only trying to help. “Why couldn’t I have just listened to her/him” he leaned against he counter, more frustrated then ever. And now he’d have to just hope you’d come back.

Taehyung ✰

You and Taehyung never fought—never. If you two ever came to a disagreement you’d sit down and talk it out—no yelling, no insults. However this time you were both pissed off. Taehyung was accusing you of flirting with another guy. “Oh please I saw you y/n, you were giving him “fuck me” vibes.

You felt anger heat your cheeks as you shouted back. “Fuck me vibes? Really Taehyung? You think I’m some unloyal bitch? Flirting with anothe guy right in front of you?” He gave off a cold laugh “I guess I do think of you like that. I watched you with my own eyes.”

You slammed you hands down on the table and practically snarled at him. “Fuck You Taehyung, I wasn’t fucking flirting with that guy so I don’t know why you are so fucking pressed over it. If you cared about me you’d believe me when I said I wasn’t flirting.”

“Why would I care about some cheating bitch.” You stopped dead, eyeing him for a moment to make sure he wasn’t joking. He really just said he didn’t care about you. “You know what Taehyung, how about this. I walk out that front door and don’t come back. If I’m a cheating bitch then you should be more then okay with that.” Your voice was deadly calm.

“Yeah Okay y/n.” Was all he said before turning away and walking over to the couch and sitting down. You felt tears well in your eyes, really you didn’t want to leave but the fact that he was so sure you’d come running back was what hurt. “Yeah okay Taehyung.” You muttered, mimicking his own words.

He didn’t bother looking up until he heard the front door slam close. You actually left. “She’ll / he’ll come back...she’ll / he’ll come back.” He repeated over and over again, trying his best to surpress the panic slowly taking over him.

Jungkook ✰

It seems the very few fights you two had were due to him being jealous. “Seriously Jungkook?” You looked at him with irritated eyes. He was still ignoring you. “Jungkook I told that guy I wasn’t interested, why are you so mad?” Again silence. “So you’re going to be a fucking child about this Jungkook?”

“I’m not being a child y/n, im just mad I can’t trust my own girlfriend/boyfriend” you froze mid step “are you not listening to what I’m saying Jungkook?” It really seemed that your vocie was going in one ear and out the other. “I saw the way you looked at him Jungkook, you were checking him out.”

“I was looking at his tattoo sleeve Jungkook! How is that me checking him out?” He laughed and spun in his heels, glaring at you. “Cute excuse y/n, just admit you were checking him out.” This was getting infuriating.

“You know what Jungkook, how about you talk to me when you’ve calmed down.” You turned away, intending to take a walk to cool you down. “Running away from me huh? To afraid to admit it?” Fucking hell. You couldn’t stop yourself this time, wanting nothing more then to piss him off. “Fuck off Jungkook, you have to be the single most annoying person I’ve ever met.” You opened the front door and left—leaving him in your shared home to deal with his unnecessary jealousy and regret.

(Lmao imagine the puppy isn’t there)

#bts #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bts fake texts #bts scenarios #bangtan scenarios #bts texts #bts imagines #bts angst #bangtan imagines #bts reactions #bangtan reactions #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook angst #kim taehyung #kim taehyung angst #park jimin #park jimin angst

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xunicorngoddessx · 5 years

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Love And Other Drugs 1.4

We partied hard as hell last night, but of course, the show must go on. After hearing Asher would be at the photoshoot, I decided to take my ass to the boutique. Boxes were everywhere thanks to the shipment. Displays need to be assembled, clothing needed to come out of the packaging. Everything needed to be done. To top it off we didn’t have employees coming in until the second week of December. The celebration was just for finally getting this store up and ready for business. Nobody really wanted to be working with Thanksgiving and Black Friday around. Even though it was good for business, we weren’t rushing to open. We still had our other things to handle.

In all honesty, I just wanted peace of mind. I didn’t want to be surrounded by anyone. Having time to take everything in was a major key to being just grateful and humble. Even though I always had, I still felt the need to just be thankful. Some people have everything in life and don’t appreciate the little things.

“Hey, there you are! Why aren’t you upstairs?” Bailey walked in, no, more like floated into the boutique looking like a Victoria Secrets runway model. She had one of our little numbers on because she too was in the photoshoot. Her chocolate skin was glistening.

“Well shit, I might just join the team! Looking like a full course meal!” I licked my lips and rubbed my hands like Birdman. We both fell into a fit of laughter

“You’re stupid. Now answer my question.” She eyed me with her cat eyes

“Welll. As you can see work needs to be done. So I thought I preoccupy myself with doing this. I was going to come up in a bit.” I went back to opening boxes.

“What do I look like boo boo the fool?” She smirked, “You keep trying to hide from Asher and I just don’t understand why. We both know you like him and the feeling is mutual as fuck. Plus you still won't tell me what happened between you two, that has you so heated.”

“Bailey just let it--” My eyes cut to the woman walking in behind Bailey, she whipped her head around too, I got up off the floor, “Hi, Can I help you?” She waltz in, and spun around looking at the store and the things I had out, but hadn’t said a word “Excuse me, are you one of the models?”

“I should be.” she rolled her eyes and then extended her hand, ” No sweetie, I’m your neighbor. I just came to see the competition. And welcome you to the block.” Bailey right eyebrow raised and I could see that she was about to read this girl in Patwa

“Oh the hospitality. Well that was nice of you-“

“India.”

“India, well thank you. I can see you out.” I pointed to the door, This chick must be crazy if she thinks that coming into my store, giving her wannabe welcoming, is going to make me happy

“I can see myself out of this so called store. Have fun while you can.” And with that, she walked out,

“Bumboclaat. Mi nuh really like her already. She too hitey-titey. No way to say watgwaan.” I snickered. When she tapped into this side, she was never good but always humorous.

“She lucky, I didn’t hang her ass up on the wall as one of the decorations. I’m trying to keep the peace, simply why I had to let her just go.”

I didn’t know who this India chick was, but I could tell already she was going to be a pain in my ass. We haven’t even opened up shop yet.

Previous/Next

#laod #loveandotherdrugs #thesims4 #TS4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4stories #urban sims #blacksims #blacksimmer #blacksimblr

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misssophiachase · 6 years

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i don have any specific prompt but what about something fluffy and sweet and maybe interpret his 'it's impossib;e not to notice you' as something mate-ish???

Welll, well, well! Thanks Madina, love it! It took me a while to come up with something fitting but I hope you like it luv. I sort of mixed the latest episode with a time jump (and my hopes about Klaus being concerned about her snapped neck which probably wont play out in canon).

Gifs not mine obviously….these particular ones belong to @vd-gifs

Date With Destiny

New Orleans was in the midst of Mardi Gras. Purple, gold and green adornments were fixed to every available surface as revellers celebrated on the heavily crowded streets.

Caroline shook her head as she watched the scenery rush past the cab window, wondering why she’d come unannounced. Besides the whole annoying neck snapping incident, the last time she’d seen Klaus some very raw confessions had been made and she’d been unable to think of anything but the way those crimson lips had curved into a knowing smile when she admitted she didn’t regret their time together.

If she was being honest, Caroline had asked that question about him not noticing her on purpose. Yes, he’d always been free with his feelings towards her, but after so much time had passed she was unsure just how strongly he felt.

It was a need too strong to ignore. What she wasn’t expecting was for him to say it would be impossible not to notice her. If she wasn’t supposed to be driving and in control, Caroline would have melted into a puddle then and there.

Maybe those feelings had been equal parts confronting as confusing but as she made her way towards the French Quarter, she knew it was her turn to make some confessions. She just hoped Klaus was open to hearing them given all the drama with Hope and Hayley’s unexpected passing.

Rebekah had reached out first, they’d met up at the Mystic Grill with Freya and drank most of their whiskey stash bemoaning their pathetic excuses for love lives. Hearing about Freya’s supposed plans with Keelin and Rebekah’s regrets for turning down Marcel’s proposal had made Caroline more morose about her situation than usual.

Any qualms she had about sharing her most intimate thoughts with Klaus’ sisters ebbed away with each shot she downed. In the fog induced haze of her hangover, Caroline made the decision to finally admit her true feelings for the Original hybrid which had probably been there since that night he saved her all those years ago.

“Miss? We’re here.” The taxi driver interrupted her thoughts gesturing to the imposing, Mikaelson compound. Suddenly she felt anxious, her nerves violently swirling in her stomach. It wasn’t too late to go back to the airport she thought, madly trying to work out what to do.

Fate made that decision for her as the guy in question walked outside, his crimson lips breaking into a surprised but happy smile. She got out of the cab, albeit gingerly, his eyes still firmly focused on Caroline as she retrieved her luggage from the trunk.

“Don’t tell me my truant daughter has decided to go MIA again?” She wished it was a Hope problem, it would have been easier to explain her sudden arrival.

“Not today,” she replied, her unease only rivalled by the butterflies she felt in her stomach given just how delicious he looked in that navy henley and dark, denim jeans.

“So, to what do I owe this pleasure then, Caroline?” His dimples were now out in full force and she was struggling to stand given the way he made her legs wobble.

“I wanted to finish our discussion,” he regarded her curiously before she continued. “You know before your crazy, amnesiac-effected brother decided to snap my neck.”

“The bastard,” he agreed, his hand moving towards her neck and caressing it softly. “I still haven’t forgiven him for hurting you. Our discussion?”

“You don’t remember?” She squeaked trying to focus as his hand continued to rub her neck.

“I remember ever word, Caroline, and I’m intrigued about what you have to say.” He moved his hand and suddenly she felt cold without his familiar touch.

“You said it would be impossible not to notice me today…”

“Of course,” Klaus confirmed. “But not just today; yesterday and tomorrow too. I’m trying not to get my hopes up, sweetheart. What is it you want?”

“I want you,” she murmured, suddenly finding the ground very interesting. “Yesterday, today and tomorrow. I love you, Klaus.”

“What took you so long, love?” He implored, placing his finger under her chin and lifting her face so his blue eyes were now firmly trained on hers. She felt a few stray tears rolling down her cheeks and before she knew it Klaus was rubbing them away soothingly.

“Well, you did say however long it takes,” she grinned as he pulled her greedily towards him.

“Maybe I lied,” his mouth was on hers before she could object but for once she didn’t care given just how good his lips felt massaging hers.

Fate had brought them together all those years ago and it had done the same thing today. She’d fought their connection for so long but being in his arms felt like she was finally home.

#ask #answered #thanks madina #arrenemris #date with destiny #klaroline drabbles #misssophiachase #endgame anyone #however long it takes #klarolinecountdown #soulmates

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eldritchtribble · 6 years

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@paperfossils: Could you maybe write a gen fic about quark and his brother bonding? I dont see alot of those.

What a great idea for a fic! I hope you will excuse the lateness of the response, but I wanted to do this prompt some serious justice. Or try to, at any rate. :]

Since he was a lobeling, Rom had been called an idiot.

It was nothing he could not tolerate: he knew he possessed certain unique capabilities, but lacked the self-confidence to convince his accusers otherwise. Yet he wished that people would stop hurling the insult at him, as if it were somehow news. He had gotten the message far earlier – years, in fact, back when he first found out what the word “idiot” meant. It was on a characteristically rainy day, back before he and Quark were old enough to understand the meaning of opportunity cost, and he had inadvertently splashed mud all over his brother’s favorite Marauder Mo action figure.

“Wwwwhat’s that mean, brother?” he had inquired, somewhat brightly, thinking it a new and exciting curse word that neither he nor Quark would be allowed to use at home.

“It’s your new nickname,” muttered Quark in response, finding a nearby puddle and sticking Mo in head first. Sudden, dawning, alarmed realization blossomed on Rom’s features: panicking, he tried to foist the doll from his brother’s grasp. Quark shot him a furious glance as his grip tightened all the harder. Rom despaired at the futility of his effort – he was too late.

Pathetic little fizzles and whirs escaped the action figure as its various electronic parts came to an utter standstill, never to power back up again.

Needless to say, Keldar and Ishka saw fit to ground Rom for rather a long time after that.

It was from that moment on that the meaning of the word “idiot” really started to stick with Rom. Obviously, it meant someone who was not helpful enough.

From then on, Rom tried valiantly to help others as much as possible. He helped his father with the family business; he helped Quark out when he opened his bar; he helped expose the machinations of a disguised fe-male business impostor…the list could go on and on. Yet, if he were to be perfectly honest with himself, he would admit that his motives for sticking around at the bar were not entirely altruistic in nature.

One of the dabo girls Quark had hired after the Federation took over had the intriguing habit of being nice to him.

It made him giddy. So did she.

He would never approach her directly about his feelings for her, of course. How could that possibly be helpful to anyone? Someone like her deserved a Daimon or even the Nagus himself…not an idiot.

Such thoughts often invaded his mind whenever he did not have a thorny enough engineering problem with which to contend. When sweeping up after closing time, for instance.

On this particular evening, Quark had stuck around to review the accounts for that month. Immersed in miserable conjecture, Rom did not notice that he had been sweeping the same tiny area under the dabo table for four solid minutes. His brother, however, certainly did.

“Rom, you idiot, what’s wrong with you? In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a whole lot more bar to clean. Do you want to be here all night?”

“Maaaaybe.”

The dejection in Rom’s tone would have been plain even to a non-Ferengi. Quark softened.

“Rom?”

“Yes, brother?”

“What’s wrong?”

“….Nothing.” Rom resumed sweeping, visibly embarrassed.

“Come on. You know that kind of swamp sludge doesn’t work on me. I’ll bet it’s nothing a black hole can’t fix. Want me to make you one? I’ll even give you a family discount.”

“Nnnnnno thanks, brother. I rrrefuse to avoid confrontation of difficulties through excessive alcoholic consumption.”

Quark blinked in bewilderment.

“Now I know something’s really wrong,” said Quark, abandoning the accounts and sliding out from behind the counter. “What’s going on? Please say it’s got nothing to do with our mother.”

“It’s got nnnothing to do with Moogie,” obliged Rom.

“That’s a welcome change.”

Almost lovingly, Rom grasped the broom with both hands and studied his work boots. “…In fact, I’d prrrrefer that Mooogie didn’t find out,” he admitted, barely loud enough for Quark to hear.

Realization dawned on Quark, fierce and sudden. He drew himself up to his full, if unimposing, height and glared at his wayward brother.

“It’s about a fe-male, isn’t it? Exchequer’s remittances, Rom, didn’t you learn your lesson…!”

“She’s nnnothing like Prinadora!” Rom insisted. It was true: she wore clothes, earned profit, had a beautiful singing voice, gave hugs like sunshine, and did not seem to hold him in utter contempt.

Quark regrouped, realizing that his earlier tactic would not work at any price. “Is she at least from a wealthy family?” he inquired – not unreasonably, he thought.

“I don’t know…aaaand I don’t care, brother!”

Demoralized, out of ideas, and sympathizing more than he cared to admit, Quark wandered back over to the counter with bowed head.

“…You’ve really got it bad, haven’t you,” he observed, glancing up just enough to hold his brother’s gaze. Just to confirm what he thought he saw in there – what he feared he saw in there. Rom was an idiot, sure, but he was an idiot that did not deserve to be heartbroken and bankrupt yet again.

“Shut up,” replied Rom tersely. He went back to sweeping, much more vigorously this time, and turned his back on his brother. Quark was not having any of it.

“No, you shut up, Rom,” he countered emphatically, clapping Rom on the shoulders and looking him square in the eyes. “If you’ve got it so bad, why are you in here sweeping the bar instead of going and finding out how she feels?”

“Welll…you asked me to sweep the bar,” Rom ventured. “Aaaaand she deserves better.” He averted Quark’s resolute gaze as much as he could without clamping his hands over his eyes.

“Rom. Let me tell you something. I never considered you an idiot. Not really.”

“Whaaat?” blustered Rom, dropping the broom with a crash that made them both wince.

“At least, not until now,” clarified Quark. “Go and talk to this fe-male or you forfeit two months’ wages. I mean it.”

It seemed to take an age, but Rom smiled. He was not an idiot if he could be helpful enough to himself. Maybe that was all that had ever mattered.

With a toothy grin, he thanked his brother…and this time, he truly meant it.

“Don’t mention it,” replied Quark with a small smile of his own. “Now get out of here.”

#el-t writes fic #replies #paperfossils #quark #rom #romleeta #(sort of)#star trek ds9 #ask thing

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billblok · 5 years

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This took me heckin' long... and I did part of it with a really crappy cold! I hope you're happy! "Autumn Blase... May I speak with you?"

Autumn looked up from her gardening-- a recent hobby she took on. Smiling, she answered, "Sure thing miss Rain Shine! If you need to practice talking after having gone so long without, my ears are always open!"

Rain Shine's ears folded back, demonstrating a vulnerability in the elder Kirin that she, her parents, grandparents and great-grandparents had seldom seen in her. "Well, I believe I made an error in my sensibilities when you finally cured us of our silence..."

Autumn tilted her head, not quite understanding what she was talking about. "Why? With all respect, you clearly learned your lesson, you invited me back to the village and you said you missed my voice, so I'm really not sure what I should be upset about."

"But that is all I did, Autumn," she said, voice breaking ever-so-slightly, "It's hardly like I can pretend I never made you leave--"

"But you didn't," Autumn automatically offered in rebuttal, "You said you missed my voice, so what's the--" Rain Shine cut her off, firmly but gently. "Let me finish, please... Autumn, I'd like to formally apologize to you for myof you while we were under the influence of the spring of silence. And before you say that we're not to blame for our behavior... no, it does not excuse the choice I forced on you before you left on your own." Rain Shine wiped at her eyes with a hoof, sniffling. Autumn could have sworn she saw tears. "I'm sorry Autumn... I've lived long enough to understand what isolation does to ponies, kirin and the like. I often pondered what I did to you at the time... did you lose your sanity out there?" Three words with a big smile; "I made due." Rain Shine managed a laugh, though the guilt on her mind made it a less than cheery one. "I suppose you would, Autumn Blaze... but that really doesn't make me feel any better... I should have called for group therapy for the short tempers my fellow kirin suffered from instead of forcing them not to speak-- I have a duty to set an example for my village, to be cool-headed, and I completely threw a..." Rain shine sighed , neck drooping down slightly, "...threw a fit. I'm sorry... I really am." She looked up, a silent plea for forgiveness marring her pretty features. "Is there anything I can do to make it up for you?"

Autumn Blaze, touched, bashfully rocked from side to side, her tail curled up around her thoughtfully. "To be honest Miss Rain Shine, I'm at a loss to tell you what I might want..."

"Anything Autumn; Anything at all and I'll do it for you."

Autumn Blaze pondered again what she might say... at least to give Rain Shine a clear conscience. Finally, something popped up in her head. It's perfect, she thought. "Welll... there is one thing..." Rain Shine nodded eagerly; all the permission she needed. No words were excanged, she just hopped forward, wrapping her forelegs around the elder Kirin. Rain Shine gasped, taken aback by the sudden affection; but in no time at all, she returned the gesture, beaming. "I see... Thank you Autumn Blaze; I suppose I won't press the matter any further." Autumn Blaze nodded, Nuzzling into her elder's beautiful mane. "That's right miss Rain Shine, no hard feelings!" They stayed that way for as long as they pleased. None whatsoever...

#MLP #MLP:FiM #my art #My Little Pony #autumn blaze #rain shine

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evelyntransitions-blog · 6 years

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Day 32 Aggravation

I’m really tired of this lack of timely sleep due to early morning shifts. Pun fully intended. I made a horrible mistake last night and set my alarm to 12pm instead of 12am and somehow slept through my other alarm. I woke up around 4:15 giving me 15 minutes to throw on clothes, take before bed medicine after bed again and rush my ass out of my room and hop in my car. I tried to speed to work as best I could without going too over the speed limit, maybe 5mph? Nobody pulls anyone over in this state for going 5 over. I usually go the speed limit exactly on the highway because I worry if I get in an accident going say 70mph it’ll be way worse than one at 40mph or lower, with all the stop and go traffic. Realistically it didn’t make any sense considering the time of “night” as stated in the last post as well, but eh. Better to be safe than sorry. I actually wound up getting there a little early by a few minutes. Work itself was really annoying, mostly because all my coworkers minus the other cashier were really annoying for all the same reason. They don’t tell me things and then somehow expect me to understand on top of treating someone elses irresponsibility like it was my fault. I know it’s because i’m nice and relatively passive until someone REALLY pisses me off. I FUCKING HATE WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT, AND IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME. The first problem was that the scheduling manager (who was absent) wrote the wrong time for one of my school days. It’s on my availability sheet that I can’t work the hours she gave me, on top of me going over this with her two times post writing my availability. The upfront manager today instead of saying “Oh she must have fucked up on your availability (after seeing this happen before)” gets really snippy with me. ME. In the most uppity priss-ann voice she says to me “Welll....didn’t you look at your availability?” I SHOULDN’T FUCKING HAVE TO IF THE FRONT DESK WAS DOING THEIR GODDAMN JOB!!!!! I told her that I looked at last weeks and that I only glanced over this weeks (it being a Sunday and all. Granted they do put the schedules out every two weeks now, but it’s confusing having to look at all them, but that’s besides the point). She goes “oh eh-okay, just look at your schedule from now on.” :lllll Granted this seems like a little thing, but every time she does something wrong or one of the upfront people do something wrong it’s my fault or i’m stupid. I remember one time she asked me if the liquor was faced and I said “It’s pretty much done” as to signify I was almost finished and she goes “What do you mean pretty much done? What does that mean? It’s either done or it isn’t.” Okay Judge Judy no need to be a bag of dicks. Oh but were just getting started. I had another one of the upfront managers get snippy with me over not putting carts in front of the liquor aisles because it was Sunday. Granted, if I was ever told I was supposed to do that, I would have, but nobody tells me anything unless i’m in trouble. I’m rarely ever in trouble, but today of all days everyone was up my butt. The first upfront manager from this morning got on me for something again, that I didn’t know. Allegedly i’m supposed to take a new tax exempt sheet for every day. I’m actually calling bullshit on this one because it’s probably easier for her. I reason this because there’s a bunch of slots that say “date” on the paper, one for each item purchased. If all the papers were supposed to be for one day, there would only be a line at the top for dates, or one slot, but there’s multiple. Not to mention the obvious blatant waste of paper. I’m pretty sure corporate doesn’t want us wasting things they have to pay for (Except coupon magazines because customers go through those like candy, as well as bags for the same reason.) The upfront manager said “But that’s okay” after telling me what I was supposed to do but she sounded aggravated and did correct me as opposed to asking me to change with a reason. I asked the next cashier, an older nice gal who usually works the same shifts as me says “Oh I thought we were just supposed to use the same piece of paper, that’s why there are different date slots; I bet *insert upfront managers name here* is just wanting to make her morning shift easier to take care of things.” Me and the other old lady cashier (of many old lady cashiers) have a habit for telling each other when there’s a new rule, announcement or we learn something new. From what I gather she also seems to only learn things when she gets in trouble (or when I tell her).

Were not done though, oh there’s one more person at work who drove me nuts as she always does. I don’t know if i’ve brung it up before but there’s this lady in the deli who always gets on my case over nothing. For one thing there’s no rules between employees and/or customers in dealing with the deli. All interactions with the deli “have to” usually be fast, because checkers have to clock out before they get food. This means doing anything before you reach the break room be it helping a customer or getting food is taken out of your break. Company time is precious...why do I like Capitalism..? In the case of the deli, they’re almost always rushed which isn’t there fault. By the sheer nature of their work along with some staffing problems (which are getting better) things can be rough. I also know from experience having worked in the deli, that it’s fast paced and rough but back when I worked there it was expected that someone be behind the counter at all times and not in the back. I imagine due to staffing issues in the past this rule was dropped. So there’s this one deli lady who got on my case one day when I was at self check out. I forget what she said but it was much worse than anything I had to deal with upfront. I guess she figured she could just walk on me and the few instances after that she always sounded snippy when I got to the deli. Another cruel insult later while at my station I decided enough was enough i’d tell a manager. I told one of the PICS she was really rude, and that I didn’t know what was getting at her. I continued by saying I didn’t want her to get in trouble, I just wanted her to not be so mean. This solved nothing, but instead this snotty deli lady gets more rude, just passive aggressive as opposed to confrontational for the most part. Naturally i’m kinda slow when trying to make decisions or approaching a problem in a situation i’m forced into. In the past and one of the reasons I wanted to get away from my parents was that back in my late teens and early adult life they gave me hell for it. They’d ask for help with something, and when I was too slow they’d degrade me for being slow, tell me i’m retarded, that I can’t do anything right, that i’m helpless. When I wouldn’t hear what they’d say i’d be the same thing, and if I for example took a plate when mom asked to get plates for everyone, even though she knew I had gaps in processing it was always that I was inconsiderate. It was almost an everyday experience. Along with the intimidation of my Dad from doing anything wrong (not negligent or disbandment just things wrong due to lack of processing speed) I was immediately told to correct things I couldn’t fix and to feel bad about them. This was also true with police. I never committed any crimes except one time speeding by accident when zoning out, but would wind up in the wrong place at the wrong time and an officers would make sure to intimidate me and talk down to me. Convince me that I was an awful person for making a mistake. If I had a mental breakdown in public someone instead of trying to console me would try to put me down because I was misbehaving. This happened twice once by a police officers another by a very conservative elderly gentleman. This doesn’t cover any of the bullying I received from middle school to mid highschool. When I was a kid I used to fight but when you’re older there’s repercussions for standing up for yourself. I tried telling people with power but they’d do nothing, talking never worked either. Fast forward to early adult life and it was nothing but dealing with arrogant internet conservatives who’d dehumanize an entire race with a sentence and never take responsibility for it and hide behind their freedom of speech. I thought it was a right ideology to be a dick head, but I found later that not only were some people on the left repeating the same behavior but there were others on the right who were decent. The deferitating factor was that the “bad people” were the ones who blidly followed power hungry monsters, because they believed these monsters would save them. All they’d have to do is sell their souls. So I began to hate government as a whole. This isn’t to say i’m beyond seeing the good it can do, or acknowledging good politicians, but I will recognize the evil it’s capable of, and if I can help make people strong, capable and stand up for myself either through confrontation or through my work maybe I can silence the lambs.

So after all that were back to the mean deli lady who throws a fit when it takes me 3 more seconds to decide what kind of chicken I want. Who gets mad when I need to get her attention by saying “Um, excuse me” (not in the snotty way in the passive way). Who thinks i’m dramatic for politely trying to get her attention and when explaining that I have a limited amount of time says it’s not her problem, which it FUCKING IS BECAUSE I’M A CUSTOMER, DEAR JESUS SHE BETTER NOT TREAT OUR CUSTOMERS LIKE THIS, FUCKING COW.’ Who when I tell her I would like a roll says “I KNOW HOW TO DO MY JOB, THANKS.” Yeah her. That fucking angsty python. Upfront being whiny in the morning and irresponsible is one thing (but shouldn’t be a thing) but being flat out mean at your job to someone who’s just trying to get food is UNACCEPTABLE *LEMON GRAB FROM ADVENTURE TIME SCREAM* Today she was much more cranky than usual and I was even nice enough to apologize. I got up to the deli counter and got her attention while she was slicing meat. Now, everyone does that, customers or employees, if people want shit they ask. Still I see where she was coming from this time to a point. I say “Hey how’s it going?” And she immediately throw a tantrum like a 5 year old “UGH DON’T GO TRYING TO GET PEOPLES ATTENTION WHEN THEY’RE USING THE CUTTING BOARD, GOT THAT?! I COULD HAVE CUT MY HAND OFF?” The temptation to use her own words against her was strong, just saying “That’s not my problem.” Would have been class A douche baggery and I kind of regret not saying it just to feel powerful and as an added bonus rub her big fat pig nose in how much of a terrible person she is. The temptation to also say “Yeah my bad, I should have figured a Walrus like yourself, might need those fingers of yours considering no one would ever want to stick it in either of your fat globby mouths.” That was option 2. And yes i’m going to body shame considering I've been fat all my life, so i’m taking this one as a strike on myself too just to dick her over. I picked neither. Instead I apologized considering that being a work place hazzard. You know what too, she got snippy with me after saying sorry. FUCKING CLASS A BAG OF EXCREMENT WITH TITS. I forget what she said exactly but it was really honorey’. Now was the perfect time to chew her out but I picked something relatively satisfying, which was assertion...woo....I asker her outright “Why are you always mean to me?” She deicdes to puss’ out and says “pfff have a nice day.” Yeah. Fucking coward.

The rest of the work day went by fast. I played some animal crossing in my car after that, texted my roommate who was really happy about getting the house straight, went home and ate some food and talked to Jess about her dog and how she was going to be going to a park soon. I told her i’d like to get out of the house sometime and she said I should come with her then, just not this time around the holidays because her Dad will be there and isn’t mean but may say ignorant things about trans people. She wanted to spare my feelings. I was a bit upset about her referring to me as “trans” in reference to things as opposed to “female” or even “trans female”. Like..I get that’s what’s recognized by society but I want to feel like a normal girl, and the trans thing is only there to clarify issues in my mind. I need to tell her later so that way she knows. She was really cool, because after my nap she made me and her best friend dinner. We watched a movie about some guy running from the government and taking down agents. I naturally thought of a scenario with me and my Uncle with the government job. I pictured him being a spooky government agent, and that I was the secret experiment. That’d be quite the confrontation. Weird timing on that movie too considering what happened on Thanksgiving. I did a bit of homework and played more animal crossing after this, and got on Facebook for a little while to talk about if we lost the ability to use websites for free, and how we’d have to turn to books. Two of my close friends posted about how it would be inconvenient for people who are incapable, poor, etc. It was kind of mind numbing considering they seemed to be wanting to make me more considerate. Though that would be irreverent in a hypothetical situation where what you have to work with is the only option. I told them I was trying to explain preparation if things went south as opposed to wanting to debate social justice. I think they understood. One of them told me about a programs that read text via the internet and stuff. That’s kinda cool. Well i’m tired so that ends things for today, thank God. I’ll probably edit this later if I realize it’s too insulting, I don’t want anyone not involved to feel bad. I’m just beyond mad. Also i’m fat and if you’re fat i’m sure you look great and wear it well, my insults are to be directed at this one person.

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