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rottenrosethorns · 1 year

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Promise | Part One

Pairing: RE4!Leon S. Kennedy x co-worker!fwb!afab!Reader

Genre: Friends with Benefits AU, Smut

Synopsis: You and Leon had a strictly professional work relationship and strictly physical personal relationship. But recently, you start to notice more affection from Leon little by little. With his upcoming mission, will you be able to confront him before he leaves?

Warnings: 18+ SEXUAL CONTENT MINORS DNI, vanilla, oral sex (mutual), throatfucking (receiving), choking (receiving), cum swallowing (mutual), hair tugging (giving), public oral, physical restraint – hand wraps used (received). Please inform me if I missed anything!

Word Count: 5.6K

A/N: this is my first leon fic and im very, very new to the RE fandom but not new to writing, so i apologize if some parts/personality is non-canonical! im still working on learning more about the universe. also, this is my first fic ive written since a year so…if this is bad, im so sorry, working hard to get my writing back to better as well <//3 also there might be a part 2 but might not??? depends idkkkkk, if this goes well or not lolll

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- masterlist -

- part two -

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You don’t remember how it started. All you knew was that somehow, it became routine for you both to spend Friday nights together after work.

At first, it was every few months, nothing structured really. A stray text, here and there. A brief "My place or yours?" or "Are you up?" sufficed whatever cravings either conjured during the quieter nights.

If he needed to be satisfied, you’d be there. If you needed to relieve stress, he’d be there. And that, for the longest time, was the determination of the relationship. There wasn't really much need for anything else. Leon was always out on missions, fighting off whatever offspring the latest virus variant had mutant and you were diligently cooped up in your tiny office, researching past strains, tracking patterns for the next possible mutations, and investigating outbreaks.

Even though you both worked at the same company, albeit in different departments, crossing paths with Leon was not uncommon. Despite the frequency, every interaction was conducted as if you both were strangers. Partly because nobody at work needed to know the personal agendas you both occasionally shared as well as the work dynamic between your titles and ranks. It didn’t matter anyways, nobody would ever catch on that a DSO agent and a researcher would intermingle in bed anyways.

But eventually, those seldom visits became monthly, always being on the first Fridays for convenience. It was weird to keep a schedule like that, especially when the appointment was solely for sex, but it’s what worked best for the both of you and neither of you had any complaints. Almost like a regular wellness checkup with your family doctor except none of you suffered from any illnesses.

Then, monthly became weekly. Both of you needn’t ask to come over anymore, practically leaving work together on Fridays. You clean up whatever case you were working on, pack up, and head towards his apartment. This was routine.

So, it was obvious what your plans for tonight were.

“L/N.” A few knocks accompanied your colleague’s voice. She was Poppy, a sweet girl from a few doors down. One of the only co-workers that was near your age.

Your desk was a mess, papers skewed everywhere from the recent case concerning a missing girl filled every square inch surface of your office. Briefly glancing up from the disarray of files, you caught a glimpse of her with her light coat and bag on, “Clocking out?”

Poppy cheered, “Yup, my shift at the bar is starting. Care to join me and the rest of the agents?”

“I’d love to, but I have plans for tonight already,” A mental image of you sitting yourself on Leon’s throbbing dick painted into your mind. Or perhaps maybe you’ll let him take the lead tonight with him pinning you down on all fours, “Maybe Saturday, if you're not hungover enough.”

“I’m always ready for a good time, hungover or not! If you change your mind, come find us downtown,” Admittedly, that’s what you liked most about Poppy. She was always cheerful, a great change of pace in the gloomy environment of your job. Not that you were overly pessimistic, you were just very logical and had a job to do. A job to find a missing girl and investigate the T-virus. So, you both exchanged goodbyes before you sighed and continued to review the deadend clues for the nth time.

“You have plans for tonight?”

You raised your eyes in surprise, sure that you were alone in the office, having this time of evening to been way past normal work hours as well as the rest of the floor supposedly at the bar. Well, everyone but him now.

“I have plans every Friday, Kennedy.” You blinked innocently, keeping your facial expression neutral as you initially reference your workload; however, the sight of him in the cursed tight t-shirt underneath his jacket immediately shifted your tone into a sneaky innuendo.

Leon was fairly well at keeping his composure, speaking nonchalantly without skipping a beat as he leaned up against your office door frame, “More important than catching up with the crew?”

You caught on to his dismissal, not willing to embarrass yourself with desperation to fix your sexual desire. Thus, you mockingly tapped your files as if Leon couldn’t see the plethora of papers for himself, “I have a case.”

“You’ve been on that case for weeks now,” As if to taunt you with silent temptation, he crossed his arms, defining his biceps. Damn him, you thought. Although you couldn't see them underneath his jacket, you could tell just by the strain of wrinkles folded in the fabric. Damn his shirt too, you thought.

You shook your head, motioning towards the bulletin board of cold trails, “I’ve got to find a lead.”

“It’s one night, you can get back to it on Monday,” Leon pushed off the doorframe to welcome himself further into your office. You thought he’d make his way to inspect your bulletin, only to be surprised when he placed himself directly across from the other side of your desk. He bent forwards, placing each hand on the edge of your wooden desk and leaning his face close to yours. Even without words, you knew he wanted you to take a break.

“I have to find the missing girl.”

“One night,” Leon sighed before taking one hand to take the files out of yours and shutting your laptop closed, “It won’t kill you.”

“It could be enough to kill the girl,” You argued.

Maybe you shouldn’t have said that to save yourself a glare from Leon. A moment of silence passed before you sighed, not in frustration but in defeat, “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

Since when did it become so hard to say no to him?

.....

“So, you decided to come after all!” Poppy cheered with a slight slur in her speech, already moving to pour you a drink, “I knew Leon would convince you.”

You gave Leon an accusatory look to which he dodged by moving to greet another colleague, “You-”

“Cheers!!” Poppy all but screamed into your ear whilst practically shoving the glass of alcohol to your lips. You quickly reacted, taking in the liquid in a few large gulps.

“Damn girl, you practice that?” Poppy scrunched her eyes playfully, suggesting that you practice with more than just drinking alcohol in your down time.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a ghost of a smirk appear on Leon’s face before disappearing as quickly as it appeared. Regardless, you shot him a dirty look.

“Take a seat!” Poppy beckoned, sluggishly taking your coat and bag.

There was only one spot left located on the far side of the table. Just as you were about to make your way, Poppy’s voice halted you, “Hey, move it, will you?”

Poppy’s question was more like a demand towards another colleague, “What? I’m already sitting here. Why should I move?’

“Just move!!” Poppy pretty much shoved the poor man out of his seat before turning towards you with a soft smile and gesturing you to sit. For a moment, you’d forgotten how this sweet girl could become a special agent, but with that display, you remembered just how tough she could be under that kind smile.

“Thanks,” You laughed nervously, not wanting to be on the other end of her wrath. You wondered why sitting here was such a big deal until you realized it wasn't where but who you were sitting next to. With a seat so hidden in the corner and a private room full of many people, you were sandwiched between Leon’s sturdy torso and the wall. From where you were, you had to ask Leon to grab any drinks or food for you.

“Want something?” Leon looked at you, ready to grab anything that you wanted.

You nodded and thanked him. You did feel bad for making him grab all the things you wanted – especially since you were known to be a menu hog – but you really didn’t have much of a choice. It was either use him to do your bidding or climb over his lap in front of everyone. Just as you were about to ask for your desired dishes and drinks, Leon already knew what to bring to your plate without you needing to tell him.

Since when did he know your favorite foods?

.....

“You’re going on the missing girl mission?”

Leon nodded, persona instantly switching to serious. His jaw tensed, brows furrowed as the tiny wrinkles creased between them. This was usual, almost like a pre-mission ritual of his to get in the mindset of gore, bloodbaths, and bioweapons. Afterall, nothing can prepare a man for the horrors that go on during those missions. Not even you. You've investigated countless missions, earning lead researcher in many strain cases, yet whenever it came to Leon being the leading agent you suddenly had so many questions, overly irrelevant and useless.

Will you be okay? How long will you be gone? What’s your mission? Will you come back alive? Are you going alone? Is it dangerous? What if you get sick? What if you don’t come-

“Y/N!”

“Huh?”

“I asked you a question.”

“Oh, sorry,” You slightly winced, holding a hand towards your head and checking to see if you were ill. It was unlikely of you to get distracted so easily. Forcing out a cough, you cleared your throat to compose yourself, “What was your question?”

“Are you okay?” Leon shares a look of worry, placing a warm hand over your shoulder as if to comfort you while his other hand replaces the one on your forehead, “You don’t seem to be burning up.”

You gulped, tongue and mouth agonizingly dry as your eyes flickering towards his touch. As much as you wanted to shy away, his touch was warm and you craved his heat. It was unlikely of him to be in such near proximity to you, especially when you both could be seen through the glass walls of the briefing room. You averted your gaze, shakily looking at his baby blue eyes so it wasn’t obvious you were fixated on his hands, “Was that the question?”

“No,” Leon admitted with a small frown painting his sharp features, “You just don’t look so well.”

“Just thinking, I guess.”

“About?”

“Your mission.”

A half-lie, half-truth. Sure, you were concerned about his mission. You're highly paid and trained to be worried about these missions, but moreso, your concerns focused on him. In actuality, you didn’t really need to, he always came back safe. On the brink of death sometimes, yes. But, still alive nonetheless.

He gave a curt nod, “I’ve got training soon, but can I swing by later to get your debrief? It’s your case, you’re the expert. I need all the help in order to save the girl.”

“Of course, how late are you staying at the office?” You brought up your schedule, double checking if there were any meetings you still needed to attend.

“Actually, I was thinking we could go back to my place?” Leon nervously smiled, eyes squirting slightly, “Um, you know, because I got to sharpen my knives before I go.”

“You want me to debrief you at your place while you sharpen your knives?” The tail end of your tone stretched to be high pitched in your confusion. Was this a joke?

Leon let out an airy chuckle, “Yeah?”

You followed suit, letting out a laugh to ease the confusion, “Sure, I guess, wanna order in?”

“Yeah,” Leon smiled, “Pizza would be nice.”

“I'll see you then.”

Since when did Leon come up with excuses to see you?

.....

“Pizza’s here!”

Leon leapt up, putting his knives and sharpening tool on the wooden coffee table and rushing towards the doors to retrieve the pizza, “Thank god, I needed a break.”

You flipped through the debrief packet, only having gone through the first few pages of the hefty pile, “It’s a lot, these people – uh zombies? – are dangerous and fucked. Better to be safe than sorry.”

“I’ll save the girl, promise.”

Leon set the pizza box and wings on the table, careful not to let the grease seeping through the cardboard touch the mission materials and quickly left to grab plates and drinks. Meanwhile, you had continued to read aloud whatever essential background information he’d need to understand the nature of this mission. You hadn’t realized you were so heavily engaged in your notes to notice Leon plating two slices and setting a drink for you before helping himself. So, you continued until you heard the sound of Leon’s soft chewing.

Looking up, you finally noticed that Leon moved to sit on the floor and rest his back on the legs of the sofa. Putting down the packet, you followed him and moved to sit next to him, “I got a bit carried away, huh?”

Leon shared a smile, showing no signs of disdain, “Just a bit. Take a break, we can get back to it later.”

You held back a yawn, disguising it as you sipped your water and started devouring your pizza. You hadn’t realized how hungry you’ve gotten. You suppose you shouldn’t be skipping lunch anymore, but you knew that you’d probably forget that change in habit the next day. You both ate in silence. Normally, you found silence comfortable, but alone with Leon? You despised it.

“You look troubled,” Leon scanned your face, “Wanna share?”

You pressed your lips together, indeed you were troubled. The sight of his sharpened knives had invoked the bombardment of concerning questions again. They burned on the tip of your tongue, begging to be spoken.

“It’s...” You hesitated.

Leon didn’t speak. Not because he didn’t have anything to say, but as if to encourage you, letting you know that all of his attention was on you and that he had no intention of interrupting you.

You sighed, “I’m just worried.”

“About the mission? I’ll save the girl. When have I ever failed?” Leon smirked.

For a moment, you laughed as well before becoming solemn again, “Not that, more about you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“Why?”

Without thinking, you split all the questions you’d been brewing since earlier. Pizza forgotten, you didn’t realize you’d been rambling until you’d run out of breath. Yet, Leon never interrupted you, letting you vent out.

“Sorry,” You looked away embarrassed, shoving the slice of pizza to prevent you from speaking, “I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m sure you will take care of yourself.”

If it had only been a couple of seconds, it felt like excruciating hours had passed from Leon’s silence. The room felt stuffy, the lights felt like they were shining too bright, and the sweat was sticky on the palm of your hands. The voice in your head was begging, crying for him to say something, anything. You didn’t care if he laughed in your face or reassured you. You just needed to hear something from him, so that you didn’t drown in your own thoughts. You had a tendency to overthink.

You shrinked back, heavy under the gaze of Leon. You didn’t know what to do, so you made an excuse of needing to use the restroom to escape the invisible chokehold. You hovered over the sink, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths to calm yourself. It didn’t help much, but it at least eases your heartbeat back to a normal range. Eyes now open, you pathetically look at yourself in the mirror and internally berate yourself for your foolishness. Has Leon made you lose all your self control now?

A brisk knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts. As much as you didn’t want to face Leon, you couldn’t hide in his bathroom forever.

“Leon, I-”

Leon doesn’t wait for you to fully open the door, pushing his way in and pulling your body flush against his. His lips find a way to your neck, sucking and licking at the fragile skin. You were sure they left marks in its wake. Your words are cut off with a quick moan, your hand coming up to cover your mouth in shock. You weren’t sure what made him act this way, but you definitely weren’t complaining. If this is what’s going to distract him from the previous conversation, then you were more than willing to satisfy him. Plus, today was Friday. This was routine.

Leon’s hands trail all over your body as the both of you stumble back into the living room and fall onto the couch. This was quick, this was sloppy, this was like two horny teenage virgins having sex for the first time. But you were with Leon, so all of that didn’t matter. You didn’t even undress fully, only having discarded your shirt before you got off Leon’s chest and kneeled on the floor to face him as he sat up. Greedily, you pushed up his shirt midway, half-hazardly exposing his tense abs before clinging your hands around the waistband of his sweats and briefs and tugging him free in one motion.

“Excited there, big boy?”

Leon’s cock twitched, slapping against his lower abdomen in anticipation. His length was impressive, but his girth was even more breathtaking. His tip glistened under the lights, heavily leaking with precum. You snickered internally with a silent smirk blooming across your face and eyes twinkling with mischief, amused at Leon’s erection from being untouched.

“Watch it,” Leon’s voice was serious, tone stern and authoritative with his eyes narrowed as he watched you lick your lips at the sight of him. He was always serious and demanding during sex, yet always attentive of your needs. It was one of the things that you loved about him. You had a knack for power imbalance and an even bigger knack for defiance.

You kissed his thighs, starting from his left knee upwards, skipping his begging cock and back down to his right knee. Leon grunted with displeasure, rolling his eyes at your cheekiness. Just as he was about to get impatient, you moved forward, lips barely brushing against his shaft. He could feel your hot breath, twitching in anticipation once again. Yet, you didn’t want to comply, having too much fun teasing him with your antics, “Watch what-”

Leon narrowed his eyes into slits, annoyance clear on his face and clearly ran out of patience with you. Wordlessly, he dug his large hands under your arms, lifting you up and throwing you roughly where he sat on the couch. Stunned and turned on from the sudden manhandling, there you laid upside down with your head slightly hanging off the edge of the cushion. All you could get out was a squeak of surprise before Leon grabbed your head on both sides to support you and shoved his dick in your mouth and roughly throatfucking you. Immediately, you gagged from the unexpected rough entrance, but loved his abrasiveness with you. Leon watched as you took all of him, throat bulging with every thrust. He basked in the disposition of your bobbing Adam’s apple and the lewd squelches echoing off the living room walls. Leon was normally attentive to your limits; however, he had a habit of getting carried away during oral, leading to you tapping his thigh twice and pushing him off. Instinctively, you spit out your cum mixed saliva as it slowly slid down the side of your cheek and sticking to your hairline. It’d be a bitch to clean later, but you could care less at this moment.

Eyes opened, you took a deep breath in as you gasped for air. With his left hand, Leon continued to pump himself, slick hands rubbing along his length to keep his high going. With his right hand, Leon caressed your cheek with his thumb rubbing your cheekbone.

“I’m sorry. Safeword?”

You shook your head, chest heaving, “I’m good, just give me a sec. Don’t worry, I liked it, just haven’t done this in a while.”

Leon nodded, eyes softening with slight guilt although you showed no signs of being upset, “I’ll make it up to you. Promise you’re okay?”

You kept your hand on his thigh as if to tell him that you were okay. Still with one hand, Leon took off his shirt and used it to gently wipe your face. You laughed, finding the delicate gesture humorous as he still stroked himself.

“What’s so funny, huh?”

“Nothing.”

You smiled innocently before replacing his hand with yours and sticking your tongue out to accept his length again. Leon hissed out your name, eyebrows crinkling with pleasure. You slurped him one, twice before humming in acknowledgement. The vibrations only elicited another hiss-like moan out of him. Feeding off the noises he was making, you kept at your bobbing head, licking, gagging, and kissing all along him. You took him out of your mouth, cold air blowing against his shaft causing him to shiver. He was close, and you both knew it.

“Choke me.”

It was a simple demand, but it was the green light that Leon needed to resume throatfucking you. You put your hands down, using one to sneak into your pants and circle your aching clit. You hummed against Leon, earning a satisfied grunt from him, “Keep that up and you’re gonna have to swallow.”

He released his hold from you, letting you have a moment of air. You looked up at him, challenging, “Good thing I like the way you taste, Kennedy.”

Leon responded to you with a short grunt, but you didn’t fail to miss the slight flush on his face before he thrusted himself back into your awaiting mouth. His thrusts were much more forceful and rough, basically pushing your body deeper into the plushness of the couch. Your fingers switched from rubbing your clit to inserting your fingers inside yourself. Leon’s hold on your waist kept you pinned to the couch before moving to pull your pants down to view the sight of you finger fucking yourself. He never liked it when you touched yourself when with him, but at least he could watch you while you did. Must be a pride and ego thing, you thought.

He also didn’t like when you had too much clothes on. Albeit you were definitely no less than conservative at this moment, Leon just noticed you had your bra on the whole time. He didn’t like that. His hands swiftly moved from the dip of your waist to push down the straps of your bra and expose your jiggling tits. Moments like this, Leon became obsessed with every curvature of you, latching both hands on your breasts to hold as he pounded rougher into you.

“Almost done,” He choked out like he was the one out of breath. Borderline whimpering and whining at this point, begging for release.

You encouraged him by using your free hand to grab his hip and guide him. Three thrusts later, Leon’s hips stuttered and knees fell slack as he released his hot, thick ropes of cum into your mouth. You pulled away, lapping up every ounce he gave you.

“Still okay?” Leon asked, breathless.

You nodded.

“Say it.”

“I’m okay,” You confirmed, moving to sit upright.

“Need a break?”

You shook your head, greedily bringing his hips towards you. He looked down towards your slit, messily covered in your slick, “Who’s excited now, hm?”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing, “Shut up, Kennedy.”

He smirked, teasing you, “Don’t want it now?”

You sighed in defeat, needing to cum more than needing to save your pride. You gave Leon your best pleading eyes, brows creasing in desperation, “I do want you. Please, I need you. I need you to make me cum.”

“There we go,” Leon cooed, “How would you like me? You have to tell me what you want.”

“Please, please, I want your tongue,” You sighed, “I want to cum on your tongue.”

Thoughts about begging Leon to get to it and rail crossed your mind; however, you couldn’t resist the opportunity to beg him to eat you out. Not that it wasn’t often, it was just a special treat and you were always the type to take advantage of your situations. You’d been missing his tongue, and you craved his expertise and enthusiasm despite the snarky comments that came with it.

“Copy that, agent,” Leon smirked, bending down and lifting your legs over his shoulders to bury his head in between your legs and licking a long stripe up your cunt, stopping to engulf his lips around your clit.

You sighed with bliss, curling your fingers into his hair and giving a taught tug to his blonde locks. Leon released his hold, blowing on your clit as he gripped your thighs tighter and spread them further, “Behave.”

He went to delve his tongue back into you until the shrill sound of his ringtone echoed, taking you out of the steamy atmosphere. Leon shook you off as you tried to push him away, “Ignore it.”

“But-”

“I said leave it.”

The ringtone ceased, leaving the sounds back to being Leon’s tongue pushing in and out of your hole. Only a moment later, the ringtone came back to life and now taking the both of you out of the steamy atmosphere. Leon threw his head back with a frustrated groan, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You bite your lip, can’t help but hold back your curiosity, “Who is it?”

“The President.”

.....

Leon was leaving. Leon was leaving for Spain. Leon was leaving for Spain to fight against an infected cult to save the President’s daughter in an hour.

Arguably, you were more nervous about his departure than him. Actually, you were more nervous than he was. All your questions from the previous night flooding your mind again. So, you took it to the company gym to let out your worries. A researcher usually doesn't occupy the training room, but you need the stress relief. Why? Because your other stress reliever was leaving the country!

“You’re hurting yourself,” Leon leaned against the door frame, clad in his tight tactical gear. Hip pouches and combat knife strapped securely on his sturdy figure, combat boots tightly tied and double knotted, and most importantly his handgun safely holstered along his belt. Although you hated the reason why he was in his uniform, you can’t help but drool over him.

You’d known you pushed yourself past your limit a while ago. The sting of your knuckles along with the faint patches of blood staining the fabric of the punching bag made it obvious. You’d been bleeding through your wrap for a while, but you didn’t care as the pain helped you forget about your worries. Technically, this was equally helping as it was hurting you.

Meanwhile, Leon pushed himself off the wall, steadily walking over towards you and grabbing both your wrists. You glanced up through your lashes, staring a bit too long in his baby blue eyes, “Shouldn’t you be gone already?”

Letting go, Leon panged fake hurt from your words, “Want me gone already?”

“You know what I meant, Kennedy,” You continued throwing punches, despite Leon’s disapproving looks. Regardless, you were thankful that he didn’t try to stop you.

“Flight leaves in an hour or so, just doing my last double checks on equipment and saying my goodbyes.”

You raised a sweaty brow with doubt, freezing mid punch and fist never meeting the punching bag, “You don’t say goodbyes.”

“I don’t.”

“So, what are you doing here?”

“Am I not allowed to be here?” Leon perked up, knowing that he would overturn you in any conversation. You stared at each other in silence, challenging the other person to say something first. Sighing, you broke eye contact, going back to punching, “You should bring a jacket. I heard the weather is pretty bad over there. Plus, you don’t look very inconspicuous.”

“Outfit screams “On my way to save the President’s daughter from contagious B.O.W.s,” right?” Leon laughed, “But, what’s on your mind?”

You half shrugged, “Just got some stuff on my mind.”

“Like?”

You.

“The mission.”

Leon nodded, face turning stern as if he were calculating battle tactics in his head already, “Same.”

Silence fell over the both of you again, but this time, awkward. You cleared your throat, turning away from Leon to grab at your water bottle, “Nervous?”

“Not really,” Leon’s demeanor switched to devious, “Honestly, just want to get this over with. I got some unfinished business.”

“Unfinished business?”

Leon’s eyes held a glint in them, patiently waiting for you to catch on.

Unfinished business. Your unfinished business. You never got to finish.

You slapped Leon on his upper chest with a hiss, “You can’t be serious!”

“But, I am.”

“We’re at work!”

“And?”

You gawked at him in complete disbelief, “And? Um, I don’t know, we could get caught, we could lose our jobs!”

Leon shugged, smiling confidently, “There’s no cameras.”

“Someone could hear us!”

“Only if you’re loud.”

You hated the smug look on his face, knowing that you were pretty vocal. It was only until your eyes followed his as he watched you subconsciously squirm and press your thighs together. Leon gently grabbed your shoulders, pressing soothing circles on your skin, "Do you trust me?"

The look in his eyes was so fierce, your lips quivered, "With my life."

Leon's hands slid down your arms and snaked them around the curvature of your ass before supporting the back of your thighs, "Jump."

And, you did. Instantly, Leon's lips peppered your skin as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You cringed, thinking about the accumulated sweat from your workout session, but Leon didn't seem to mind. He'd make you sweat even more pretty soon anyways. You sighed with pleasure, running your hands along his arms and feeling the firmness of his biceps under your fingertips. Whilst distracted by the heat of his touch, Leon took his chance and backed you up towards the Smith machine.

“Leon, what are you-”

He hushed a whisper in your ear, causing a shudder through your spine, “You trust me, right?”

Leon looked at you, pausing all movement until you spoke a soft, “Yes.”

“Good,” Leon glanced at you through the mirrors spanning across the entire wall of the gym, “Remember to be quiet.”

Leon unraveled your blood stained hand wraps, lacing them together over your wrists and over the bar while effectively tying your hands tightly against it. Once finished, Leon gripped his hands over the ridges on the bar, unhooking it and effortlessly lifting the bar onto a higher post on the machine. You definitely didn’t miss the bulge of his biceps. Through the mirror, your arms were outstretched way above your head with the soles of your shoes firmly touching the ground.

Leon moved in front of you, back now facing the mirror while keeping eye contact with you the whole time. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

He pulled down your pants, noticing the lack of undergarments. He raised a brow and teasing smile itched to bloom across his quivering lips.

“Shut up, it’s easier to workout in,” You huffed, a bright blush rushing across your face.

Leon hummed in satisfaction, “It’s easier to eat out too.”

“Hey-”

Your scolding fizzled out into a loud moan as Leon repositioned your legs and dove under you with his tongue flicking your clit. His hands traveled up and down your legs, taking the time to squish your plush thighs. Leon kept his rhythm for a moment before pausing, “I thought I told you to be quiet. Unless you like the idea of being caught.”

You involuntarily clenched at his teasing, jaw tightening from your lack of composure, “Hurry, you don’t have that much time yet.”

“Don’t need that much anyways.”

Leon uses his hands to push away your legs, running his fingers up and down the skin of your thighs. He grips them every so often before sliding his hand around, cupping the crease just below your ass, and firmly tugging you forward with his tongue stuck out along your slit. You choked out a sigh, careful not to be too loud as you threw your head back in pleasure. With the guidance of Leon’s hand, your hips began grinding on Leon’s tongue as he licked and lapped your dripping sweetness. The sight of yourself through the mirror was lewd

“I’m- I’m almost-”

“Hold on for me.”

Leon meant it metaphorically, wanting to show off the skills of his tongue and mouth just a bit more. But he also meant physically as Leon hoisted your thighs upon his shoulders, carrying most of your weight with the help of his arms hugging you secured around your lower back. Regardless, you’d instinctively grabbed the metal bar, flexing your arms to hold yourself up. Half not to crush your weight on Leon, and the other half in need of something to grip while waves of pleasure ruined you.

You thrust your hips forward, needing more of Leon as you ached for him, “Please, almost there.”

Leon pushed you closer towards him, hoisting you higher so that his face was centered at your core. Leon pushed his tongue deeper into you just as you reached the apex of your climax. A deep sigh of relief came over you as you ground the last of your ecstasy onto Leon and just in time for his flight departure. Gently, he set you down, pulling your pants up for you and untying your restraints. Without saying anything, he took off your hand wraps entirely, blowing cool air on your scratched knuckles, “Take care of this later.”

“Take care of your mission.”

Leon nodded, switching back into his agent persona. You watched him begin to walk away before he hesitated right as he passed through the door frame, “Hey.”

“Yeah?” You cast him a longing look.

“I’m going to come back, okay? Promise.”

Since when did Leon make promises?

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misshoneyimhome · 4 months

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William would be the type to call the intern his good girl while he rails her in front of a bathroom mirror at a team event. He is not even covering her mouth or putting his fingers between her lips to keep her quiet because he wants people to know how good he fucks you based on how some of the comments from his teammates were made before they got together officially. Even though it would be hot for him to her to suck on his fingers.

Happy Willy-finally-signing-the-contract day! 🥂🥳

Okay, so I know this has been on a waiting list for a little while, but I had to have it make sense for me - sorry 🙈 But it's finally here, and I just hope that it's turned out to be as good as expected 🤞🏻🤍

Also, this was paired with another ask 💙

[And thank you so much for the 2️⃣0️⃣0️⃣ followers 🙏🏼]

Anyways;

Warnings; actually only unprotected sex (p in v) - I'm losing my touch here; and of course public spacing;

Word count; 4.4K

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I feel your love, and I feel it burn pt || I William Nylander🖋️⚡️ [intern x willy]

After 3 minutes and 56 seconds.

That's when Gaudreau managed to score with a backhand shot, guiding the puck into the net and securing the overtime win for the Blue Jackets. Which also meant another loss for the Leafs.

Tonight, the game had been really intense, and on the positive note, most players felt they'd given their all. But despite this, the players still made their way to the tour bus with heads down, and there wasn't much conversation, just a few encouraging words from Coach Keefe in the locker room following the match. And during the bus ride, all the lads had their headphones in, enjoying the comfort of silence.

But as they arrived at the plane, the tense atmosphere started to fade away, and soft cheers filled the aircraft as players began chatting about the upcoming New Year's event. Only a game against the Hurricanes was scheduled for the next day, but the talk still shifted to the festivities for the New Year's party.

And you couldn't help but smile as you listened to the lads' excitement about the event, which you and a few others from the team had organised. You’d gone all out with decorations, making the most of your event planning skills, creating an amazing atmosphere for the team to enjoy, along with their partners and families, to welcome the new year. And the menu was carefully chosen after coordinating with the venue's hosts to ensure everything would be perfect.

It made you even happier to hear how excited the players were, discussing the outfits their partners had planned for them and their hairdresser appointments, among other things.

However, your relaxed state of mind was suddenly interrupted by Auston and Mitch, who came to occupy the empty seats in front of you. After the match, feeling rather tired, you sought some quiet space a few feet away from the noisy players. But that didn't suit the two forwards. Instead, they needed your full attention.

"Hey, Twiddly dee and Tweedle dum, what's up?" you chuckled lightly as the two lads stared intensely at you, sporting mischievous smiles on their handsome faces.

"Well," Auston chuckled, "We were just thinking..."

"Oh, watch out there, Auston, we don’t want you to get a sudden headache," you teased, earning an eye roll from the man in front of you. "What were you thinking?"

"Well, since your date with Jared didn't quite pan out," Mitch chimed in with a soft smile, "We were just wondering who you'd bring as your date for the New Year's team event?"

His question caught you off guard. Not because it was an unusual question coming from the two boys, but simply because you hadn't given it any thought. You were supposed to bring a date?

Well, of course, you were. The whole event allowed plus ones, and you should have known that, considering you were part of the planning team.

But you didn't want to bring a date. You couldn't. Because the guy you were dating would already be there. William Nylander, the Swedish player wearing number 88.

However, the team didn't know that. At least, you didn't think so. Your relationship with William was meant to be a secret. Yet, a small part of you feared that perhaps some of the players already knew or had an inkling. You and William had never been entirely subtle about your friendship right from the start, since you'd always been close and engaged in playful banter. But now that you were romantically involved, you knew you had to tone it down a bit.

And as much as you wanted to spill the beans that William was your secret date for the event, you instead flashed them a bright smile and feigned a light laugh.

"Who said I was planning on bringing anyone?" you tried to sound as casual as possible.

"Wait, so you're not bringing anyone?" Mitch asked, looking slightly surprised.

And you simply shook your head with a warm smile. "Nah... I'm not really feeling it. Besides, I'm kind of working, I guess. So, I'll just make sure you guys have a good time."

"So, you're not planning to introduce whoever you're seeing right now?" Auston added with a smirk, causing your eyes to widen slightly in surprise.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, trying your best to stay composed.

"Come on, as if we haven't noticed those hickeys on your neck, y/n," the Scottsdale lad grinned, pointing to the scarf you'd been wearing for the past few days.

Shit, you thought. William, who just had to leave marks, and now the boys had spotted them, which you knew they inevitably would. But you attempted to deflect their observation with a smile.

"Just because I've got hickeys doesn't mean I'm seeing anyone... at least not anyone I'd let you guys scare away at New Year's. That's what Easter is for," you casually joked, trying to lighten the slight tension.

And it appeared that your response was almost good enough for them, despite their questioning looks as if their minds were racing at full speed.

"Fair point," Mitch chuckled lightly.

However, just as they were about to return to their seats, Auston leaned in gently and whispered softly in your ear.

"I really hope that Willy approves of this guy..."

His low voice sent a shiver down your spine. Why would he say something like that?

"I don't know what you mean, Aus... Willy's just a good friend," you flashed him a sweet smile.

"Oh, I think we both know there's more than friendship on your mind," he gave you a cheeky wink before strolling back to his seat, joining the conversation casually.

You had to suppress your reaction, clenching your jaw to keep your composure when Auston more than hinted at your feelings for William. But it seemed like mere teasing, and the boys didn't actually know anything, you thought.

And truly, they didn't.

Only Calle was in the loop, as William had confided in him a few days ago. But as for Mitch and Auston? It was all just guesswork.

Speculations that had been floating around for a while, mainly because everyone was aware of William's crush on you. Furthermore, it was rather obvious to anyone paying attention how the two of you exchanged meaningful glances across the room.

Yet, they remained unaware of your relationship. They probably didn't even suspect that you and William had been sleeping together for months. Still, this lack of knowledge didn't stop them from pushing Willy to make a move on you.

To them, your connection was simply adorable and amusing. They'd never seen William so into a girl, at least not on an emotional level. So, for a while now, they'd been brainstorming ways to subtly bring the two of you closer. Just to test the waters.

Even before you and William had shared your first kiss, they’d occasionally made deliberate exits from the room at the same time, creating space for you to be alone with William. Or they'd linger outside a room, ensuring that William ended up being in close proximity to you.

However, this time was different.

They could sense that there was more than just friendly banter happening between you two, so they decided to take their efforts further.

And the result?

Mitch had asked Stephanie to assist, getting her to invite you for a coffee meet up on the 30th before the match, while Auston had made plans with William to take the dogs for a walk.

And as silly as their plan might have sounded, it led to you sitting alone in the coffee house after Stephanie texted you at the last minute, claiming she was tied up, and in walked William. Of course, Auston had bailed on him just before their supposed coffee walk.

You couldn't help but burst into heartfelt laughter as you realised what was going on. Seeing each other instead of the people you were meant to meet made it apparent that your friends were up to something.

"God, they really tried to set us up, didn't they?" you chuckled as William joined you at the table with a coffee.

"I suppose they did," he grinned widely. "But the joke's on them, I guess."

"Yeah, well... it kinda already would be, but there's no need to let them in on that," you smiled as you enjoyed your warm drink.

"Fair point... but I'll catch you later?" William smiled, knowing he had to return to his waiting dogs outside.

"Yup, as always," you whispered softly, your eyes fixed on him as he left the coffee shop, watching the man your heart deeply desired for as long as possible.

And not many hours passed before you were back at the Scotiabank Arena, greeting each player as they walked by, getting everything ready in the locker room, setting up their equipment, and preparing for the media's arrival.

Everything unfolded smoothly as usual. The media naturally quizzed William about his contract before shifting their focus to the night's game strategies. And then the players went through their warm-ups in preparation for the match against the Hurricanes.

However, unfortunately, it ended in yet another loss for the team. Their former teammate Bunting scored the opening goal for Carolina, and despite the Leafs' valiant efforts to stage a comeback, Aho had already sealed the match.

It was another evening in the hallway, filled with encouraging and uplifting words from management and families to ensure the players didn't lose all faith in themselves.

So, after ensuring everything was settled for the night, you found your boyfriend still in the locker room, almost done.

"Hey," you spoke softly, quickly making sure you were alone.

"Hey babe," he met your sweet smile as you slowly approached.

It wasn't easy to maintain distance between you two. Right now, all you wanted was to throw caution to the wind and shower him with affectionate words, just like all the other wives and girlfriends did with their partners.

Your gazes were fixed on each other as you slowly moved closer. You licked your lips in a seductive manner, considering the sensation of his lips on yours, as you allowed yourself to succumb to his embrace, feeling his body against yours.

There was an undeniable magnetic pull drawing you together, despite all rational thoughts advising against it. Yet, the attraction was overpowering. And before long, you found your hands resting gently on William's chest, while his hands delicately tangled in the back of your hair, drawing you in for a tender kiss.

It was gentle and affectionate, a romantic moment shared as you both tried not to be overwhelmed by the chemistry between you.

But it wasn't simple.

William had to muster the will to pull away, resisting the urge to wrap his arms around you, engage in a passionate kiss, and yield to the temptation of pressing you against the wall and fucking you right then and there.

So, releasing a soft sigh, he gazed down at you with a tender expression.

"Please don't tell me you're bringing a date tomorrow night..."

His words caught you off guard. Why would he even consider that possibility?

But it wasn't entirely without reason. For weeks leading up to the team event, the players had been discussing who the single ones would bring as their dates. When asked, William had casually laughed it off with a laid-back remark like 'maybe just someone I've hooked up with once' or 'I'm not bringing anyone, I'm too focused on hockey to have time to find a date'.

And these responses prompted Auston and Mitch to set him up with someone, hoping to see if there was anything between you two. But their matchmaking attempt seemed to have failed. At least, that's what you believed.

Looking up at the man in front of you with a gentle smile, you did your best to reassure him with a slight shake of your head.

"Don't worry, I only care about being in the same room as you, Willy."

And your soft words appeared to calm William's nerves a bit.

"Good," he simply said before pulling you in for another kiss, this time with a hint of more intensity as both of you leaned into it a bit more, unable to resist, and convinced that no one else was around.

As your tongues intertwined and William's hands drew you closer, your hands trailed up around his neck. But your intimate moment was abruptly interrupted by a loud exclamation. Startled, you turned around with wide eyes.

"YES! Fucking knew it!" Auston almost shouted as he and Mitch barged into the locker room, catching sight of you and William kissing. The two boys had decided to double back and check on their friend, still suspecting something mysterious was happening, and they were thrilled about what they found.

"Shit..." you muttered softly as you reluctantly pulled away a bit.

"Oh, don't let us interrupt, lovebirds..." Auston teased, waggling his eyebrows as he confidently stood at the entrance, with Mitch next to him, both sharing equally smug smirks.

"Come on, guys..." William attempted a casual chuckle, rubbing his hand on his neck, realising he had been caught out for real this time.

"Hey, no worries... your secret's safe with us," Mitch chuckled softly, raising his hands in a playful defence. "Well, it would be if everyone on the team didn't already know..."

"What?" you exclaimed, taken aback.

"Yeah, we've all sort of assumed for a while—just needed confirmation," Auston interjected with another assured chuckle. "And now we've got it!" he added before the two lads shook their heads and made their exit, leaving behind a few cheeky remarks.

"Remember to use protection!"

"And get some rest before the big event tomorrow."

You couldn't wrap your head around it. Did everyone really know about you and William?

Remaining still in the locker room, you turned to face William once more, a soft smile gradually spreading across your lips as the realisation of what had just occurred sank in.

"Well, fuck..." you chuckled softly.

"Yeah..." William smiled, his hands gently finding your hips as he pulled you closer to him. "The good thing now is that I won't have to sneak a kiss from you in the dark of the wardrobe tomorrow night," he whispered softly.

And you couldn't help but return his smile, feeling a sense of reassurance that the team knew about your relationship. Now, your main concern was only the managers.

"I suppose that's a relief," you chuckled lightly, planting another soft kiss on William's lips. However, you quickly separated once more upon hearing footsteps in the hallway, realising that the staff was finishing up, and it was time to leave the arena soon.

So, swiftly, you made your way out, calling it a night for the work.

And as had been the case many times before, you spent the night at William's condo. Gradually, it had become the place where you spent most of your time together, partly because you knew he wanted to be with his dogs, whom you also adored. Yet truth be told, William's place was just much nicer than yours. Despite the quirky art he'd decorated it with, his condo was spacious, well-appointed with stylish interior decor, and overall, just much better than yours.

So, what you opted to do was take advantage of his wonderful shower after gathering your outfit and essentials for hair and makeup. Meanwhile, William was casually enjoying some gaming time with the team before tonight’s event.

And before you knew it, both of you were dressed to the nines, getting ready to head out for the party, appearing just like a genuine couple.

"Oh, hell no," William chuckled, his mouth forming an 'O' as his eyes stared intensely at you.

"What?" you asked, slightly puzzled by his reaction.

"You can't wear that..."

His eyes scanned your figure, taking in the sight of the long, sleek black satin dress that snugly hugged your curves, boasting a slit running up your right leg, almost reaching to expose the skin on your hip. The dress had a plunging v-neck with thin straps, accentuating your chest.

"Of course, I can, babe," you softly chuckled as you approached him, your arms gently encircling his neck as you walked into his embrace, where his hands found your waist. "Remember, it's all for you..."

Your soft, seductive voice made William lean into your touch, and you shared a deep kiss, both of you striving not to mess up your styles, before reluctantly parting, taking a deep breath, and then heading to the event.

However, your choice of dress turned out to be more of a tease than you anticipated.

The way you carried yourself so elegantly drew attention from all corners of the venue. Girlfriends and wives complimented how stunning you looked with your hair and makeup done to perfection, and even a few managers offered polite remarks about your appearance in their utmost professional manner as you entered.

It was almost a form of exquisite torment being separated during dinner – you seated with the managers and employees, and naturally, William with his teammates. Even after dinner, you had to maintain your distance as you conversed with your colleagues, discussing your career goals and the outstanding progress of your internship.

Where somewhere along the way, you found yourself engaged with one of the players.

Yet, despite attempting to remain professional and composed throughout the evening, you couldn't resist exchanging glances with William. Your gazes piercing through the air as both of you observed each other engaging in different conversations. And the anticipation only heightened when, gradually, one by one, the managers and families with children began leaving the event, leaving the players and their partners without children behind to continue the party.

It was almost too good to be true.

You could finally express your longing for the man you desired in a nearly open setting among the team and their partners.

And as the clock struck midnight, William drew you in for a tender yet passionate kiss. It was a moment to openly share the deep feelings that had developed over the past few months, feelings that could now be openly displayed, at least for the night. The dynamics might change upon returning to work, but that concern was set aside for the time being.

For the moment, you relished in the ability to wrap your arms around each other, share laughter and jokes with the others, and simply revel in the party atmosphere.

It was all so magical.

Yet, despite the wonderful feeling of being openly affectionate as a couple, the desire within William was reaching a boiling point.

Your appearance tonight had stirred a longing in him, a yearning to touch you, to feel your body against his, and to reach the peak of pleasure together.

However, it seemed like you had no intentions of leaving the event anytime soon. You were engrossed in conversations when you weren't enticingly flaunting your curves on the dance floor.

And it was becoming overwhelming for him to watch.

You looked incredibly stunning and sexy, and William felt a sudden urge to let you know just how amazing you were – and make you feel more than just good.

So, as you returned from your dance with some of the girls, William sneakily entwined his fingers with yours, gently leading you towards the hallway.

“Willy…” you giggled, following along. “What's going on?”

But he remained silent.

Instead, he simply guided you towards one of the restrooms, not caring to whether it was designated for gents or ladies.

And with a mischievous grin, he pulled you inside, pressing you against the door, and his lips fervently meeting yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

It wasn't forceful, but it was passionate and urgent, and William had no intention of holding back or waiting until you got home.

“Willy,” you gasped between kisses, but there was no room for conversation. His hands explored your body, his lips trailing along your neck, urging you to lean back against the door, granting him better access to your sensitive skin.

You could already feel the heat and anticipation between your legs, throbbing as you thought about the pleasure of his touch. Despite knowing that his teammates were just on the other side of the door and could easily hear you, you couldn't resist surrendering to him completely.

“Please, baby,” William murmured softly against your neck. “I need you…”

His deep and husky voice effortlessly persuaded you as he seductively guided your weakened body to lean against the counter, your hands supporting you while your face was right in front of the mirror with William positioned behind you.

Your eyes locked in an intense gaze through the mirror's reflection as his hands explored the curves of your ass, gliding under the slit on your thigh, skilfully manoeuvring the fabric upwards to reveal your cheeks for him.

"You look so incredible, baby," he moaned deeply, his hands caressing your rear, teasing the edge of your thong before gradually pulling it down to pool around your ankles. "Be good for me."

Your mind struggled to form coherent thoughts as he spoke to you in that seductive tone, slowly unbuckling his belt, and letting his dress trousers fall to expose his naked form underneath. Naturally, he wasn't wearing any underwear; it would only be discarded anyway.

And as you followed his every move intently, you suddenly felt his thick fingers stroking up your inner thigh, teasingly trailing through your folds, and gently massaging your sensitive flesh.

"Willy," you moaned softly, thoroughly enjoying his touch as he delicately pressed against your entrance before slowly inserting two fingers, stretching your walls while stimulating them.

"Yeah, that's it, baby, let those moans out, show me you're a good girl," his smug face appeared in the mirror before you. Just keeping your eyes open became challenging as waves of pleasure washed over you.

And William as well, was a tad eager himself.

So, instead of his usual routine of providing you a climax before his own pleasure, he felt the urge to tend to his already firm member, proudly standing between your bodies.

So, slowly retracting his fingers, he delicately positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance, ensuring your comfort before easing himself into your core.

“Fuck, Willy!” you exclaimed breathlessly, momentarily forgetting the presence of people outside.

But William, content with your uncontrollable moans, simply gradually moved his hips, the intensity overwhelming for both of you, as you shared such an intimate moment outside the confines of your homes. It felt exhilarating.

In fact, it felt more than just good.

As William rocked his hips, letting his cock stimulate your walls as you coated his length with your juices, he wrapped an arm around your body, holding you close to him as he rocked his hips and began pounding into you.

It was intimate yet rough and dirty. You dress was a complete mess as the man behind you thrusted passionately, making you both warm and sweaty with every moan, filling the air with raw sex noises.

“Yes, Willy,” you panted as you felt the sense of pleasure fill your every cell. Your rational mind long gone as he kept hitting your depth, and you felt the build-up of an orgasm.

“Yes, you’re such a good girl for me… letting me fuck you like this,” he praised you with a deep, rough voice, feeling his own climax coming in with each hard thrust.

Words and moans escaped you both as if no one was around. William didn’t bother to try and cover your both as louder sounds came out and you were unable to hold back.

Thoughts of sticking his fingers into your sweet mouth in order to keep you silent lingered his mind, but they were quickly brushed off as he enjoyed your noises too much.

And before long, you felt your legs tremble beneath you. Your body about to go completely numb as your climax was soon to peak and you couldn’t’ see straight any more. The image of William in the mirror began blurry, and without any form of control you tried to warn him. Clenching your walls as your moaned out loudly how you were about to come.

“Yes, come for me,” William encouraged amidst loud sounds of skin slapping together, his hand forcefully holding onto your breast as he continued pounding, aiming to push you over the brim.

“Fuck Willy!” you let out a loud moan, as you let the rush course over your body, feeling how your cunt almost sprayed with essence and your legs turning into jelly under him.

And your squirming under him mad William follow suit, sooner than he anticipated as your tightening around his cock send him over as well, letting himself coat your walls with his cum, filling you up completely as his body almost collapsed onto yours.

Moans slowly silenced, only heavy breaths leaving your bodies as you both gasped for air to refill your lungs.

It was an intense orgasm of a kind.

A build up thrill that had been released, and it took more than a minutes before William had the strength to pull apart from you.

“Shit…” you softly panted as you slowly came back to reality, realising just where you were and what you’d done.

Everyone could have heard you. Being aware of what you’d been doing.

But William was merely satisfied, flashing a big grin as he pulled up his trousers.

“What ‘s with the smug face, Nylander?” you flashed him a cocked eyebrow in the mirror.

“Nothing,” he simply chuckled. “I’m just letting everyone know what exactly we are…”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. This boy was just too much. But god, how much you adored him.

As cheeky and smug he was, just as equally sweet and caring he could be.

“Guess, we’ll have to return to the party…” you flashed him a slightly concerned smile.

“Guess we do,” William spoke softly, before placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, followed by him bending down, prompting you to step out of your underwear, and tucked them into his pocket. “My souvenir for the night,” he smiled, before you both returned more than satisfied to the event.

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ros3ybabe · 5 days

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Daily Check-in: April 24, 2024 🎀

Wednesday started out so rough, I had a really bad stress breakdown from the pressure I was putting on myself for the exam I have today (Thursday), but luckily my dad was able to calm me down over the phone and my boyfriend motivated me and encouraged me. I don't feel as stressed out anymore, I know that I know the material and I'll do great! (it's a chemistry exam)

🩷 What I Accomplished:

studied chemistry for a good bit

completed 3 chemistry homework assignments

scheduled a make-up quiz for my psyc class

did the Total Body Pilates video from Blogilates

did the 11 minute Wake Up Yoga from Yoga with Adriene

did my morning skincare and journaling

actually, just did my entire morning routine and felt great about it

shipped off shorts I sold on depop

went to chemistry lecture to review for the exam

went to my virtual appointment with a registered dietitian and set some goals for the next 2 weeks

decided to join a step challenge with my health insurance company to win points (they have some cool things in their points shop, plus extra steps during the day is good for my health!)

washed my laundry

made a brain dump list for the remainder of the week

💞 Good Things That Happened:

I really like the dietitian I met with and have another appointment with her in 2 weeks

I really enjoyed using my new 40oz Simple Modern insulated tumbler cup

didn't let my stress breakdown make me go home, very proud of myself for sticking to my plans

went to sleep early

sold another item on depop!

I felt very reassured that I know the content that is going to be on my upcoming exam

the guy who makes sushi at my campus food court made sushi for me and held it until I went to get it so no one would buy it, i could've cried it was so nice of him

I drank coffee on campus and it didn't hurt my stomach for once!

💔 What Could've Gone Better:

need to put less pressure on myself

had some issues with food after my dietitian appointment (sometimes thinking too much about food can be triggering for me, tbh, but my goals are nutrient based which is helpful!!)

started crying before I went to bed because I was feeling oddly emotional (I think I'm starting my period soon)

had to turn down a work shift because I had too much school stuff and that appointment (I need the money so bad tho)

did not drink near enough water

need to be more patient and gentle with myself

also need to really figure out what's going on with my priorities, I keep struggling to do the things I say I'm going to do which is difficult for me to deal with sometimes

need to remember progress over perfection, 50% is always better then doing 0% of something

💗 Stuff For Thursday

clean my room

listen to a podcast episode

maybe do some more laundry

make a grocery list

clean my bathroom

therapy today over video call

reschedule a morning appointment

chemistry exam tonight

try to ship off the shirt I sold on depop

do some more planning and organizing for my life

that's all for now! Thursdays gonna be good. My exam is gonna go great! I have confidence in myself, and my knowledge and I know I've got this!

til next time lovelies 🩷

💕 Song of The Day: Baddie by IVE

Gotta remind myself of this sometimes <3

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ghostmaldo · 3 months

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˚☽˚｡⋆𓃦 ˚☽˚｡⋆ Jack Howl xGN!Reader —> Early mornings ˚☽˚｡⋆𓃦 ˚☽˚｡⋆

I kiiinda made this up as I went along if you cant tell oof. Ask box is open ^^ Enjoy. Theres probably spelling and grammar errors *Shrugs*

Slight warning: Mention of scars from a natural accident in childhood . Yes this actually happened to me. I have two little ones on my upper arm-

Ask box it always opened^^

Fluff

Playlist listened to during writing process: https://youtu.be/Yl8QnLRUDfE?si=MZZmCvgKiTy8_4zj

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~Maldo

Golden rays of light begin to peek out from the dark crevices of savanna claw’s wheat colored fields. A soft comfortable breeze shifting through the reddened dirt piles. One white haired wolf stood in a little work out area of his own, just aways from his dorm room. He was drenched in sweat, panting heavily as he finished some of his final cool down sets. His gaze wavered a bit when he caught movement out of the corner of his similarly golden eyes. Presuming it was Ruggie come to complain to him about one of Leona’s antics. He was pleasantly surprised to find the familiar face of the Ramshackle Prefect walking towards him. Jack’s tail began to excitingly propel back and forth despite his face remaining in a neutral state.

(Y/N) waved excitedly, beaming a wide smile at him. Their cheeks were a little flush from the heat already beating down on them… and probably from their ever beating heart. They clutched the lunch bento close to them as they approached Jack’s small domain. They considered each other good enough friends after all they’ve been through together… Though to everyone’s else’s dismay the two were constantly and knowingly dancing around their painfully obvious feelings for the other. Ah well… what was someone to go beside watch in amusement until someone cracked.

“Good morning Jack.” They greeted sweetly. Jack nodded, a bit too eagerly at first but he realized the motion too late. A polite, “Morning,” came in response. He gingerly placed his weights onto the dirt, moving to have a seat near the base of tree providing plenty of shade. Jack motioned for them to come sit beside them, which they gladly took the invitation. Now cozy next to Jack, (Y/N) offered the bento box to him, holding it out in front of them for him to take. He peered at it blankly for a moment, his head tilting to the side in question.

“For you. Your probably hungry after all that running around.” They said with the same glee filled smile. He didnt say anything at first, but the eager wag of his tail told them everything they needed to know. And that was enough. He carefully reached out for the bento box, warmth radiating from the bottom of the box. Still warm and fresh… They must have gotten up early to make this… He thought to himself. If one were to take an x-ray of his heart, they’d find it melting eternally by such a caring gesture. Jack spent the next few minutes thanking them, then he opened the bento. Where he found an array of his favorite foods prepared nicely for him.

Jack devoured the meal in record time. Each bite was a refreshing wave to his exhausted belly. The pair engage in light conversation about things going on in their lives. Such as school work and spell drive games scheduled for the upcoming weeks. It was nice to catch up with him.

A moment of comfortable silence fell between them. Before too long, (Y/N) sensed Jack's bright eyes attentively staring at them… and they were correct in their assumptions. They meet the eyes of a concentrated Jack Howl. His eyes glued to somewhere they weren’t able to pinpoint by sight.

“J-Jack?”

He blinked, realizing he’d been starring Jack quickly averted his eyes. A slight blush formed on his cheeks. “Something wrong?” (Y/N) probed further. A bit of concern washing over their body posture. Jack abruptly shook his head, setting the bento box next to him and whipping his hands along his jeans as he cleared his throats. “Sorry, sorry, I was just… you… you have a scar on your hand-”

It was (Y/N) to blink twice raising one of their hands to the scar Jack was referring to. A thin line of discoloration along their knuckles. As soon as their hand was suspended in the air. Jack enveloped it with his own, examining the scar with keen eyes. It took everything for (Y/N) not to swoon directly into his arms.

“Its alright Jack, I fell in a rose bush when I was a kid. Lucky me I walked away almost unscaved. That’s the only scar I have from the incident.” They explained calmly. Enjoying every minute of Jack holding their palm.

“I see.” He hummed warmly, a curious expression over taking him seemed to memorize the size, shape, everything about the small infliction. His tail casually wavering back and forth behind him. “It… must have hurt.” He finally stated. It was hard to have such a crush on a man who was so adorable… and not even on purpose!

“Only for a moment.” The replied simply.

Jack gave a final grunt of acknowledgement. Untangling his fingers from their hand. He reached over to his water bottle. Had his face become redder? Or was that from the work out? (Y/N) pondered silently, already missing the warmth of Jack's touch. They pressed their hands over their chest, fawning over the moment. Another comfortable silence fell between them. Basking in the peacefulness of quiet morning.

Eventually, the pair did have to journey back to the dorms. Giving Jack enough time to take a well earned shower and walk (Y/N) to their first class. As a thank you for breakfast. Nothing more! Or so he says as his tail swooshes happily behind him.

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 9 months

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[CN] Victor’s Carbon Pen and Glass Bead Event (Day 5)

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

✦ thursday || friday || saturday || sunday || monday || tuesday || wednesday

【High School Affiliated to Loveland University Second Year (Section 1) Semester Schedule - Monday】

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[CHINESE]:

“My desire to cross the Yellow River is stopped by frozen water. An attempt to go up Mount Taihang is frustrated by snow. In my leisure time, I go fishing on shore in greenish water. Suddenly I’m dreaming while riding a boat sailing near the sun… The road is tough! It’s very tough! It branches out into many other paths. Where am I now…”

As Victor pulls on the rope, he silently recites these verses in his heart.

He should have no problems in the upcoming Chinese class dictation test.

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[Tidbits]: The poem Victor rehearses here is a very famous piece by a Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai, who was exiled from the imperial court. The poem expresses his disappointment, frustration, as well as hopefulness.

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[CHEMISTRY]:

The chemistry teacher has always been the most well-liked among everyone because she never goes beyond the scheduled time for classes. However, Victor knows that it’s only because she is too busy as the curriculum coordinator.

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[ENGLISH]:

As the lecturer imparts grammar lessons systematically, Victor subconsciously thinks that this usually quirky and enthusiastic young man is, in fact, an outstanding teacher.

However, when there are only ten minutes left until the end of the class and the other party complacently launches a new English trivia activity, Victor withdraws his opinion.

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[PHYSICS]:

“After reviewing everyone’s test scores, I must say you guys are indeed the lowest-performing batch I’ve ever taught.”

Knitting his brows into a frown, Victor looks at the exam paper in his hand with a score of 92, contemplating how he needs to work harder to achieve a higher score next time.

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[MATH]:

“Who wants to come to the blackboard and solve this function?”

The classroom lapses into silence, everyone avoiding eye contact with the teacher. Victor has never been the one to deliberately draw the spotlight to himself, so he begins contemplating his solution while remaining seated.

Looking at the answer on his paper, Victor casually shifts his gaze ahead and twirls his pen. Even if Old Gao catches him, it won’t be a big deal.

“Someone come to board and solve this problem? Did you guys not understand what I said?”

“Sigh, such indifference. Zheng Xi, come up here and explain this on my behalf.”

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[MATH]:

“Surely, one of our friends will come up to the board and solve this problem, right?”

The classroom sinks into silence, the eyes of everyone darting around. Victor, who always naturally keeps his eyes straight ahead, now lowers his head ever so slightly—— of course, he has lowered his head just a little bit.

He’s also unsure about this problem.

“Vic, the teacher can feel your enthusiasm from here.”

“Step forward and demonstrate your skills.”

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[BIOLOGY]:

The gentle tone, calm and steady, without any ups and downs, evenly erodes the determination of each student.

Therefore, it’s often the case that teachers who are overly gentle can be quite frightening.

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[BIOLOGY]:

As Victor holds the chalk and marks how the distribution of plants is influenced by geographical locations, he sneaks in a quiet yawn, away from everyone’s view with his back to the class. Only God knows how long he’s been holding it in.

But it’s also good, at least answering a question can liven things up a bit. He can work on today’s biology homework during the second half of the class.

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✧ next stop: Tuesday

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#hhhh the amount of relatibility lmao the bully teachers AKSJDJWAEDHJ #THE WAY HE MOMENTARILY SWITCHED TO “COOL” KID OF THE CLASS HAHAHA *looks like couldn’t be more indifferent and then aces every exam😩*#I LOVE HIM SO FREAKIN' MUCH HHHHHHHH #p.s. these CN games really should keep someone in the team to review their usage of english aksjdgjf >.<#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #李泽言 #恋与制作人 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

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nso-csi · 9 months

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230814 Clash Magazine twitter update 'In Conversation With SHINee'

In the early days of prepping for this record, what was the group’s mentality like? Was there something very specific you each wanted from this process? TAEMIN: I think I wanted to show that SHINee is still as strong as ever. To be honest, during our promotions, I couldn’t really pinpoint our exact goal but now I feel like I can organise my thoughts and reflect on what my feelings were at that time: I still want to receive a lot of love when we’re on stage, continue to cherish what we’ve achieved, and maintain our strong bond with our fans.

So there’s still that feeling of pressure, even if it’s lesser these days, when you gear up to a release? TAEMIN: The album release was delayed from the original schedule, and we wish we’d had more time to prepare because time was really limited. Despite that, we were able to wrap up this promotion well. I tend to be hard on myself, but this time, I think I felt like I wanted to appreciate the moment.

SHINee have talked at various points over the years about their identity – as a group and individuals – and you explore this on Hard’s B-side ‘Identity’ with lyrics like “I want to find the original me” and “a destination to find in chaos”. Have there been times where the members experienced losing their way? TAEMIN: I’ve always tried to view myself objectively, and sometimes it felt like a trap in an endless cave. Fortunately, I’ve had really wonderful people around me, who were my greatest source of strength. I’m not sure if I can be someone who can say uplifting words to others but when I feel overwhelmed, I take walks which clear my mind and this has helped me.

As humans we’re constantly evolving; how have the members’ identities shifted since the release of ‘Don’t Call Me’ (2021), and how is this change reflected on ‘Hard’? TAEMIN: I decided to give myself a break and not to be so hard on myself. I wanted to focus more on the feelings of happiness and the positive energy that people give me from recognizing my work instead of contemplating what I’m lacking and overanalyzing my shortcomings. And because I was able to take a different approach and attitude toward this album, I was able to enjoy this promotion and feel more comfortable.

After 15 years, what – if anything – still makes you nervous as an artist? TAEMIN: The constant anticipation and expectations motivate me and heighten my expectations but, on the other hand, they can also be stressful. But this process is a significant part of my life, and the challenges make the sense of accomplishment I feel even greater.

Upcoming film aside, if there was one moment in your SHINee careers that you could revisit in-person – just because it was so amazing you’d like to experience it again – what would it be? TAEMIN: The moments I want to relive are not only from our [stage] careers but I really do want to relive those small moments when the five of us would have meals, talk, and fall asleep together.

The older we get, the faster time seems to move: Is there a new or different sense of urgency around your ambitions? And how does this compare to the early days of SHINee when, perhaps, you felt like there was also so much to accomplish? TAEMIN: I’ve achieved many of the things I’d aimed for and also experienced moments of wanting to give up. Going through numerous experiences and internal turmoil, I can see myself ageing, but the memories and records of us when we were young are vividly alive and preserved. So, personally, rather than a sense of urgency and ambition, I always want to do my best in the present and in this era.

The words ‘icons’ and ‘legends’ get thrown around too easily these days but SHINee really are both. Does it seem real for you, especially as you’re still an active, progressive group? Do you ever consider the band’s legacy and what you’d like that, ultimately, to be? TAEMIN: One of my juniors once said to me, ‘I feel like idols’ careers are extending because you continue to be active. Thank you.’ Hearing those words made me feel proud because it seems like we’re pioneering something, and when I see friends who consider me as their role model, it also helps me release all the built-up stress inside of me. Because of that, I feel a sense of motivation, I want to work even harder to inspire people, and I hope SHINee will be remembered as a group that continues to shine and remains in people’s hearts for generations to come.

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Heart Beat: a SarahBucky Vampire AU

Chapter 1, Part 1 “The Beautiful One is coming.”

Relationship: Cardiologist!Vampire Sarah Wilson / Vampire!James “Bucky” Barnes

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San Francisco, California - 1989

It wasn’t supposed to be her. She wasn’t even originally scheduled to be there that night. She’d simply agreed to work someone else’s shift.

That’s where it happened. At work.

Claudette Singh had called St. Francis of Assisi Hospital.

Dr. Arun Singh’s appendix had burst during the 4th inning at their kid’s Little League game, so he wasn’t going to make it to work.

Dr. Nina Chow was his backup, but she was busy giving birth to twins and thus a little bit occupied.

Dr. Max Richards, was laid up with a broken arm and recovering from a mild concussion due a rollerblading accident.

(“Don’t ask,” he replied when asked, but word got out anyway about the drinks, the bet, and how lucky he was. He’d wiped out just yards before the intersection, causing him to miss a collision with a cable car.)

Dr. Sarah Wilson, the on-staff cardiology fellow, was next in the rotation.

Having just hung up on her now Ex, she answered the phone on the first ring thinking she was about to give him another piece of her mind, but instead ended up agreeing to work the upcoming weekend’s night shift because, other than work, her calendar was now completely free.

Again.

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Despite it being an unusually quiet Friday night, a man who had apparently fallen/jumped/was thrown from the roof of a building over on Upper Market Street was being wheeled into the ER at about the same time Sarah was upstairs taking a break in the Doctor’s lounge, and beginning to smell the apple fritter heating up in the fancy new Radarange microwave that replaced the ancient toaster that had finally given up the ghost two weeks earlier.

{*Ding!*}

“Awwwyeah, come here you hot, sweet thannng,” she crooned to herself, opening the oven and removing the treat.

Just as she sat down and picked up her fork—

<<Doctor Wilson. Doctor Sarah Wilson, please call the ER immediately. Doctor Wilson, please call 999…>>

“No! Nononooo,” she wailed. “Can’t a sistah get a proper break?”

“Guess not,” Nurse Sanchez laughed as he glided into the break room gleefully rubbing his hands together. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that fritter gets a good home.”

<<Doctor Sarah Wilson, please report to Emergency. Doctor Wilson, to Emergency, please.>>

“Ha-ha. Very funny, Octavio. You and Cynthia got my maple bar yesterday with this trickery. Get your own fritter, you sneaky—“

“My God, what is that delicious smell?!” Head Nurse Robbins practically panted, peeking into the lounge, eyes scanning the room for the source of the aroma.

“Oh, Doctor Wilson! ER just called. Dr. Haddid needs you downstairs, ASAP.”

Nurse Sanchez shrugged. “Sorry, Doc.”

Pouting, Sarah sighed, gave him the plate, and hurried to the elevator.

To be continued…

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Finally. And with a slightly updated moodboard for the actual fic.

Thanks @fleurdelouve for the nudge. I’ve been hesitating with this for too long. (And Thanks Alan Silvestri and Ludwig Göransson for being my soundtrack this morning, assisting me in getting off my ass and start posting this thing.)

#sarah wilson #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #sarahbucky #buckysarah #sarah x bucky #bucky x sarah #sarah/bucky #bucky/sarah #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sarah wilson #sarahbucky vampire au #by tllgrrl aka nefertiri jones #sarahbucky fanfic #moodboard by tllgrrl #fleurdelouve #fleur de louve

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findmeontheisle · 2 years

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chasing the ocean: part 16

author's note: oh shit, i’m still writing this thing? the answer is yes, i am. just very slowly, but the past couple days during finals week, i’ve had tumblr open in one tab and whenever my brain feels extra fried, i come back and write a couple more sentences. i’m not promising that any of this is good, but it’s written and we’re getting closer to the end. (that’s a lie, we still got a little bit bc i meant it when i said slow burn and this is just a filler bc i wanted to bring back umas correlation to the story)

warnings: bad writing, cursing?? (idk i’m assuming i had some curses somewhere in here), mostly just fluff

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the days after my incident with chad were fairly peaceful. fairy godmother had called harry and me into her office the next day where she attempted to issue an apology to me for not adequately punishing chad's behavior. i quickly corrected her and reminded her that she should have immediately apologized to harry since he's the one who was impacted by it. and through gritted teeth, she forced out an apology that only sounded partially feigned.

from then on, harry and i carried on with the routine that we had set for ourselves. we walked to classes together, ate lunch separately, met up in the attic for dinner and study sessions or naps, depending on how we felt that day.

all was going well and it had been weeks since harry and i had an actual argument that extended beyond debating on who would pick what we would eat.

until the day of the vk adjustment meetings.

due to my classes assigning an excessive amount of homework and constantly having to consult with my parents over phone calls about details for my upcoming coronation that loomed in the back of my brain, i had been unable to attend any meetings since the one that i had brought harry to when he first arrived.

now that i had found a way to properly schedule all of my study sessions and meetings with my parents, i could finally return to my duties to the group. which means that today, i am leading the meeting to give evie and carlos a reprieve from the stress.

harry huffs as he helps me rearrange the chairs in the empty classroom that was designated for clubs and meetings. he had spent twenty minutes this morning before we left the attic trying to convince me to bail on the meeting so that we could have our weekly movie marathon. each time we would find each other in the halls between classes, he would flash his blue eyes at me and pout his lip as he sighed dramatically about how excited he had been for tonight.

and each time, i would level him with an easy smile and a quick kiss to the cheek as i promised that we would watch the movies after the meeting. the promise had been tiding him over and keeping him content, but now i can see him shifting nervously and his eyes are darting around the empty room as if he's checking exits.

the action makes me pause and lower the notebook i had made notes on. i haven't seen him resort to that behavior since right after we came back from eroda.

setting the notebook down in my chair, i cross the room to stand in front of him. he notices me and gives me a playful pout, but his eyes are still frantic as he looks around, "lass, are you sure we can't skip this meeting?"

i take the chair from his grasp and gesture for him to take a seat in it. he sighs, but sits regardless. crouching in front of him, i take his hand in mine as i stare into his eyes, "okay, love, what's really going on?"

he attempts to feign confusion, but i continue to stare up at him before he finally cracks, "i don't know, i just-"

"hey, y/n, me and evie decided to come early to see if you needed any help."

carlos's voice can be heard before he's seen and by the time he's entered the room, harry is standing again and offering his hand out to help me up as well. i shoot harry a concerned look, but he doesn't glance my way.

carlos and evie pay no attention to us as they help move the last few chairs into the semi-circle harry had made. before i can excuse us so that i can talk to harry, evie is updating me on the members who have been attending frequently and issues that have been discussed lately.

from the corner of my eye, i can see harry sit down in the chair that's to the right of mine as he begins to mindlessly spin his hook in his hand.

all too soon, the room begins to fill with people and i'm forced to greet them and make small talk. i barely manage to take my seat next to harry as dizzy passionately tells me about her classes and who her most recent clients have been at her hair salon that she's running in the back of evie's shop.

nodding along with the biggest smile that i can manage, i pray that i look interested enough to keep from hurting her feelings as my eyes cut over to harry. the hand that isn't holding his hook is shaking and the sight breaks my heart. with no hesitation, i reach my hand over and take his in mine. interlocking our fingers, i gently squeeze to give him some comfort.

the action seems to suffice for him as he squeezes back without looking up, but my brow is still creased with worry.

the room continues to fill up and there are less empty seats now, but the only thing i can focus on is the emptiness in harry's eyes as he rubs circles on the back of my hand. the action is soothing, but it feels like he's just reminding himself that i'm still there.

carlos claps suddenly and gathers everyone's attention. the low buzz of conversation comes to a stop and celia takes the hint to take her seat, but she promises to finish explaining how her tarot reading business is going.

i force a smile and nod as a response, but as carlos begins welcoming everyone, i glance at harry.

when he first showed hesitance at coming to the meeting, i had assumed it was a distaste for meetings in general or the cheesiness. at one point, i even assumed that he just didn't feel like sitting and pretending to be interested, but now i can see that this was genuinely affecting him.

i'm seconds from leaning in close to his ear to whisper that he could leave early if he wants to when carlos turns and gestures for me to stand.

"and for tonight's meeting, our discussions will be led by y/n!"

all attention is shifted to me and i feel harry slowly release my hand as i stand up. pulling my notebook up to my chest, i smile to greet everyone and clear my throat nervously.

"well, it's been a little while, but i'm happy to see everyone again. evie and carlos have been keeping me up to date on everything that's happened the past couple meetings and i think we're all overdue for a check-in session."

murmurs of agreement are passed around the circle and i take that as my sign to continue speaking, "to start, how about we all go in a circle and share something good that happened this week? it can be anything, big or small. just something that made you happy."

i nod at carlos, who sits to my left, and he takes the hint as he turns to the group and shares, "i went on a date with this girl that i've had a crush on for a while."

the group gasps and evie blurts, "how'd it go?"

carlos chuckles at the enthusiasm and shrugs with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "honestly, really good. she wants to go skip rocks together at the enchanted lake tomorrow because i told her that i never learned how."

evie awes and she's clearly about to continue questioning him when i speak, "that's great, carlos! evie, what's something good that happened to you this week?"

straightening up in her seat, she smiles brightly and announces, "i had a magazine reach out to me asking to do an article about what it's like to be a successful vk and any tips i have for others."

the group begins mumbling excitedly amongst themselves and i jot down a quick note in my journal to remember to ask which magazine and when it's coming out after the meeting.

we continue in the circle as everyone shares something. dizzy got a new pair of scissors, celia learned how to make beignets from nadia. even harry participated as he mumbled about passing his geography test yesterday, which is something that i had expected considering his insane amount of knowledge of maps from his father.

standing up, i nod and do my best to refrain from bouncing on my toes at all of the good news, "thank you to everyone for sharing. i can see a massive improvement from the last check-in session as you're all getting better at finding positives around you."

i glance down to my notebook and open my mouth to speak again when i'm cut off by the door bursting open.

everyone jumps in their seats, some scouring or patting their bodies for weapons that once were always strapped on them. harry's arm is pulling me back behind him before i can even register that he's standing.

uma is at the door, panting heavily as she huffs out, "sorry for... running late... debate team..."

no one is paying any attention to her words though.

one quick glance around the room tells me that the peaceful environment that carlos, evie, and i had worked so hard to create for the group is tainted. everyone is visibly shaken from the disturbance and my heart sinks to the floor at the sight of dizzy nervously braiding her hair or celia twisting her rings.

no one felt comfortable enough to share their vulnerabilities now that they had been thoroughly spooked.

frowning, i silence uma's apology with a quick glare and i nod at evie to pull her outside for a reminder on the policies of the group.

as they shuffle out the door quietly, i step from behind harry and place a reassuring hand on his arm as i speak up, "okay, i think for the next part we should break off into peace partners."

i watch as everyone glances around uncertainly and want to cry from how much progress was loss with the one breach of trust.

forcing a gentle smile, i continue, "it's been a while since we've done it so i'll re-explain how peace partners work. i want everyone to find at least one person to partner with. the groups should be no bigger than three."

i pause to give everyone a moment to glance around for potential partners before i continue speaking, "once you find a person, you go to a corner or find a spot to sit with them and i want you both to talk about things that you find most peaceful. it's no judgement, but if you don't feel comfortable doing that then it's okay to do breathing exercises with them or just sit in silence with them. okay? any questions?"

no one answers so i nod and announce for them to find their partners.

the room is a quiet buzz as everyone breaks into separate groups. i turn to partner with harry, but a hand on my shoulder stops me in my actions.

glancing back, i find uma waiting behind me and i barely contain my grimace of annoyance as i wait for her to speak first.

"hey, y/n, i'm sorry. i really wasn't thinking when i came running in here like that. i just didn't want to miss anything important in the meeting."

i look over her shoulder at evie, who is frowning and waiting to speak to me as well. with a quick nod, i gesture to carlos, "we're doing peace partners right now to calm everyone back down. you can partner up with carlos-"

"actually, i wanna partner with harry."

her words cause me to freeze in my place and a pit to form in my stomach. a subtle look back at harry shows that he isn't paying attention to the conversation as his blue eyes dart around the room. his face is locked into an unbothered expression, but i see through his façade.

"sorry, uma, but harry's my partner."

she frowns and argues, "he's your roommate. why can't he partner with someone else?"

the logic is sound, but i don't like the way she keeps looking back over at harry so i force myself to sound as detached as possible as i ask, "why can't you partner with carlos?"

shrugging a shoulder, uma reasons, "i want to hear about how harry's doing since he left the isle."

typically, i would agree that it's a good idea. i would smile and encourage for them to support each other and reminisce over their shared childhoods. i would let them huddle together in a corner of the room and whisper about their experiences.

but i remember how uma's rejection had hurt harry despite him never confessing that. i remember how she left him completely alone to adjust to his new surroundings. he was counting on her being there for him and she left him. deep down, i know it was for the better so she wouldn't be tempted to fall back into old habits, but part of me knows that she was strong enough to fight those temptations.

part of me knows that she chose to leave him and now that she can see improvements in his behavior, she wants to come back.

gritting my teeth, i step closer so harry can't hear me as i whisper, "uma, stop it. you're not being fair to him."

she arches a brow and shifts her feet as she asserts, "you're the one who's hiding him from everyone else. i was there for him on the isle while you were eating off a silver spoon. you don't know what fair is, y/n."

part of me is shocked that she's arguing over this, but i also knew deep down that she had a purpose behind trying to partner with harry and i refuse to let it happen.

staring into her brown eyes, i tilt my head up at her and hissed, "yeah, but i'm the one who was here for him when he came from the isle. you're the one who blew him off and acted like you were above associating with him. so i'm sorry, but i think i have a pretty good idea of what fair is."

uma blinks in surprise at the anger in my tone and the defensive stance i hold. she opens and closes her mouth for a few seconds, but i don't let her respond as i nod at carlos once more.

"carlos is your peace partner. go take a seat, uma."

with that, i turn on my heel and call harry's name. when his eyes stop darting around and land on me, i let myself smile at him and gesture towards the door, "let's go outside. there will be more space and it'll be quieter, captain."

admittedly, it was a little petty of me to emphasize his nickname, but seeing uma roll her eyes as she listens to carlos talk about his week was worth it.

harry's footsteps trail behind me and i shut the door behind us quietly once we've both entered the hallway. letting out a small sigh, my shoulders relax slowly and i rest my head against the door temporarily.

when i turn around to face harry, i can see the barely contained grin on his face as he stares at his boots. i breathe a small laugh and shake my head, "what are you smiling about over there?"

he lifts his head and his blue eyes are swimming with so many emotions that i can't decipher any of it as he shrugs, "i think it's cute that ye got possessive in there."

scoffing, i glance over my shoulder to check on the group and to hopefully distract harry from the warmth in my cheeks at his words.

“i wasn’t possessive. i just called dibs on being your partner and didn’t feel like sharing with someone who doesn’t deserve to be a part of your peace.”

harry hums and nods along with a teasing smile etched on his features. he steps closer to me and if i wasn’t already leaning against a doorframe, i would’ve been tempted to take a step back. i stare up at him and hold eye contact in an attempt to feign normalcy, despite the way it feels like my heart is trying to break free from my chest.

when harry lets his hook fall to the ground to gently cup my cheeks in his hands, i know that if my heart were to leave my body, i would give it to him.

i would place it in his hands and i know that it would be safe with him.

when harry places a small kiss to the top of my head, i realize that in some ways, i’ve already given it to him.

“i’m glad ye know how i feel.”

furrowing my brows, i tilt my head and wait for his explanation.

harry seems to hesitate, but he sighs and confesses, “between yer classes and kingdom and clubs, it just feels like sometimes i’m sharing ye with half the world.”

his words hit me in the chest and i frown, but he hurriedly continues to speak, “and that’s fine usually. i love seeing how happy ye get when ye accomplish something or watching ye be naturally good at leading yer kingdom.”

harry pauses and his thumb rubs small circles over my cheeks as his jaw clenches, “it’s just… sometimes i can see how stressed ye get and ye never do anything for yerself. that’s why i enjoy our movie nights because it’s one of the few times ye look calm.”

the quiet buzz of the meeting is gone and i feel waves of guilt wash across me as i stare into his blue eyes, thinking about how he had been acting all day.

“that’s why you didn’t want to come to the meeting?”

he gives me a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he jokes, “well, i mean, i mostly didn’t wanna come because ye said there wasn’t going to be snacks.”

when i don’t laugh at his attempt to distract me, he sighs before pressing our foreheads together. his hands fall from my cheeks and move to pull me closer by my waist. once he was satisfied with how close we were, he pulled back enough to make eye contact.

“lass, stop doing that.”

lips twitching down into a frown, i desperately wish that we weren’t making eye contact as it feels like his eyes are staring into my soul.

it’s a look i had grown used to while growing up in a royal position. to have my morals and thoughts pulled from my chest and laid out for strangers to pick apart mercilessly. before i met harry, my skin had thickened and my tongue was raw from how often i bit it to control the words i wished to say.

now that i’ve spent so long with him, everything’s shifted.

harry has let me move at my own pace. i have reached within and shown him the parts of me that i had managed to hide from everyone. the magnifying glass that once was terrified me as others held it up to my imperfections now felt like a telescope. harry looks at me in a similar fashion to how he looked at the stars when we were on the dock in eroda.

his blue eyes stare upon me as though he admired me. as though i was out of his reach.

“y/n, ever since the day i met ye, i’ve watched ye bend over backwards and run yerself to yer breaking point to take care of everyone around ye.”

my cheeks are warm at his words and i open my mouth to dismiss the notion, but he speaks before i can.

“how long has it been since ye let someone care for ya?”

the question has my breath catching in my throat. i blink and i’m trying to find an answer as quickly as possible, but the harder i try, the less answers i find.

harry’s smile is bittersweet as he gently squeezes my hips and kisses the tip of my nose. i close my eyes and let out a shaky breath, resting my head against his chest and letting the smell of his cologne soothe me.

“let me.”

he doesn’t need to say more for me to understand, but he begs regardless.

“lass, you’ve done so much for me and, despite how much of a bully ye were at first,” he’s momentarily cut off as i push his shoulder jokingly, “i’ve never felt like someone was there for me until i met ye. i’m not perfect and i’m not as good at this as ye are, but i promise i’ll do my best for ye if you just let me.”

my mouth feels dry and my hands shake at the sincerity in his eyes. as my heart hammers against my chest, i process the reality of his words.

i have spent my whole life focused on finding a purpose and unconsciously shutting out anyone’s attempt at getting closer to me. i’ve spent my life working to earn the love and to know that it’s something that i’ve come to deserve. and now that harry’s seen that and chosen to still offer me it without needing the confirmation that i believed to be essential, i still can’t find it within myself to accept it.

forcing a smile to my face, i joke, “if i didn’t know any better, i would think you were asking to be my boyfriend.”

“oh lass, i plan on doing that somewhere much better than this hallway.”

the squeak that escapes me makes my face heat up and my eyes widen in embarrassment from the noise. my hand covers my mouth as fast as possible and i half-expect harry to laugh, but his face remains serious aside from the corner of his lip tilted up in amusement.

shoving his shoulder, i roll my eyes and turn back to look through the door once more, “not funny, harry.”

he shrugs and steps back whilst crossing his arms over his chest, “not a joke, y/n.”

i freeze and close my eyes to enjoy the feeling that flutters through my chest. it’s rare for me to be able to just enjoy simple moments, but it’s been happening more and more often ever since harry had strolled into my life with his mischievous grin and twinkling blue eyes.

a smile pulls my lips up before i can stop it as i face him and poke his chest teasingly, “keep that energy when i’m in the middle of coronation preparations in a couple months and am a menace to be around.”

harry chuckles and shakes his head, “if its anything like ye studying for yer midterms, i’ll just wear a helmet for when i piss ye off and ye throw a book at me to shut me up.”

throwing my head back to laugh at the memory, i remind him, “to be fair, you decided to sing sea shanties for an hour straight while i studied.”

squinting his eyes at me, he leans in, “ye know ye loved it, lass.”

sticking my tongue out at him, i’m struggling to answer him when suddenly the door opens and carlos is poking his head out.

“y/n, you’re my best friend and i would die for you, but i refuse to sit in here and listen to uma rant about the weather.”

harry snorts beside me and i instantly whack the side of his arm to quiet him as i smile apologetically at carlos.

“sorry, i lost track of time, carlos. we’ll be right in there.”

at my words, i can see harry sigh to himself and the conversation that we had when we first left the room comes rushing back to me. guilt curls in my veins and i’m speaking before i’ve fully processed my words.

“actually, carlos, i feel a little overwhelmed with everything that’s been going on and i know i volunteered to lead the meeting, but would it be okay if you closed it out for me? i would feel a lot better if me and harry just went back to our room and had some more peace time.”

at this, carlos looks slightly shocked, but he conceals it quickly. i can see the concern in his eyes because i’ve never backed down from a task that i’ve signed up for before, no matter the circumstances.

carlos glances over my shoulder at harry and they share a look that i don’t understand before carlos nods to me. he gives me a reassuring smile and pats my back, “yeah, don’t even worry ‘bout it. i told you i’d do anything for you, especially if it means getting away from uma sooner.”

he gives me another nod before leaving me and harry standing alone in the hallway.

i turn to face harry and find him staring down at me with a giant grin. his excitement is contagious and my face hurts from the smile that covers my face.

rocking back and forth on my heels, i bite my bottom lip and wiggle my eyebrows, “well, captain, i do believe you owe me a movie marathon?”

nodding his head with a serious expression, he heaves a loud sigh, “aye, i believe i do.”

we sit in silence for a moment before i shove him backwards and call over my shoulder as i sprint down the hallway, “RACE YOU THERE.”

his laughter echoes down the hall, forming a harmony with my own giggles and our footsteps as we run through the halls and up the stairs. at certain points, i was sure that harry’s athleticism or long limbs would allow him to pass me, but by some miracle, i stayed in the lead.

when we finally burst through the door to the attic and collapsed on the nearest bed in a wheezing mess, i gather my breath and huff out, “i… win.”

harry doesn’t even lift his head to look at me as he airily laughs and waves me off, “this time.”

movie marathon night progresses as normal. i find himself in one of harry’s shirts that isn’t ripped and laying in his bed as we watch some action movie that he picked. the small television at the end of the bed provides the only light in the room. my head is resting on harry’s chest as his hand combs through my hair gently.

my body feels more relaxed in this moment than it has in years. the quiet thudding of harry’s heart is like a lullaby for me and my eyes keep slipping closed temporarily before i jerk myself awake to further enjoy the moment with him.

the movie is close to ending now. a quick glance up to harry tells me that he hasn’t been paying attention for a majority of it. his eyes are locked on me and he smiles when i make eye contact with him.

rolling my eyes, i shift upwards on the bed to lay my head on the pillow so we’re laying directly next to each other. the subtle glow of the tv illuminates his face enough that i can barely make out his features.

in this quiet, relaxed environment, i feel safe to ask the questions that have plagued my thoughts.

“harry, where are you gonna go when summer starts?”

he blinks in surprise at the question, but doesn’t hesitate to answer, “wherever ye go probably.”

shifting my eyes back to the tv, i hope it’s too dark for him to see the grin that’s overtaken my face.

“no, i’m being serious. like, where would you want to go?”

this time, he takes a moment to think over his answer before he finally confesses, “i really liked the pub back in yer kingdom. if ye didn’t let me follow ye around, i’d probably go there for a while. why, lass? already trying to get rid of me?”

his voice is teasing, but i can hear some underlying worry so i firmly shake my head, “no, you’re not lucky enough to be free of me yet.”

i don’t need to look at him to know that he’s smiling at that moment.

“but to answer your question, i don’t know. i was just thinking about how i still haven’t found my story and was trying to see if you’ve found yours.”

harry doesn’t answer me and when i glance over at him, i find him already looking at me.

from there, we carry on different conversations as the credits roll on the screen until we’re both lulled into sleep by the quiet static coming from the tv speakers at the end of the movie.

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beardedmrbean · 23 days

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Hey it me, zoomer Huey, I saw the post saying about the young gamers retro revival

But how retro because this book..

https://www.tumblr.com/gsirvitor/742534236498804736

Also yes people halo is going to be 23 this fall so it’s a retro game

Yes, don’t have to deal with horrific live service and micro transactions but the thing is….economic reasons

Like I been getting into kingdoms hearts and final fantasy….but I was a Xbox player so they are new ports in the ecosystem

And like I said, AC red will probably be a huge entry point for a lot of new fans. So it very likely they will be curious what the game Easter eggs are about so I will gladly help them get say get the Ezio Collection if the European Templars have dialogue mentioning they don’t want another Borgia fiasco since the game take places in the 1580’s-90’s and during this time many Templars went to the new world or other places to escape the “Dark Age” of the Templars order where it’s was about gaining power for selfish reasons rather further their causes

And about retro games, um…the same way a adult might want to watch old classic movies

Now I watched Fox’s miracle of 34th street a couple of years ago on Disney plus (actually I often use these streaming services to watch old shit like the muppet show) despite being at my depress state, I couldn’t help but smile at the Santa in it

It like for me, I found the Santa that inspired the ones your generation, my generation, and all those in between the Santa we had when we were kids. I’m glad the actor got the Oscar. And I’m more glad Hollywood graveyard help find his lost vase and people came to celebrate the actor new home. With him Unknowingly inspired the Christmas magic we love

Sorry using that as example

Also a lot of young gamers….were often too poor, too young, didn’t have enough resources when these old games came out. So we are interested in what these games that older gamers talk about even if we don’t have the nostalgia for it

Like Xbox Backwards Compatibility library….can someone please make a deal to bring the one transformers or marvel games back on it? Anyways, I’m 24 now, so there a lot of old 360 and og Xbox games I didn’t okay that I use bc for

And modern gaming, ugh feel like it intentionally designed for Twitch streamers and YouTuber gamers. Ugh halo infinite mp made just drop it all together

Oh gaming companies, a lot of modern gamers have JOBS so we might invest in a 1 or 2 live service games. Hell ac red might have a 3-4 live services era (ac Valhalla had 2 years of support) but I’m mostly invested in single player games

Well I’m autistic and I work 10 hour and 4 days a week work schedule. I am not interested dealing with try hards

Like I don’t understand this shock? Ac red is dead ass the only triple a gaming I’m probably going to be paying at launch at full price while the upcoming Star Wars game I’m probably going to get on sale

I feel like people are so focus on young people who refuse to consume pre 2012 media. There are those with a mentality that can stand old shit.

Hey it me, zoomer Huey, I saw the post saying about the young gamers retro revival But how retro because this book. gsirvitor/742534236498804736 Also yes people halo is going to be 23 this fall so it’s a retro game

I think the first post your talking about was one I put up, I go with most anything PS2 on down for consoles, some PS2 aren't really "retro" but the divide for me is mostly based on hotfixes and micro-transactions so like Sims2 is the right age but i shift round on the retro bit since you could buy skins and such still gonna be retro I think.

Online games you could play for free online are retro too, but everyone will define it in their own way too so no hard and fast rules for me.

Like I been getting into kingdoms hearts and final fantasy….but I was a Xbox player so they are new ports in the ecosystem And like I said, AC red will probably be a huge entry point for a lot of new fans. So it very likely they will be curious what the game Easter eggs are about......... And about retro games, um…the same way a adult might want to watch old classic movies

Classic and retro work together in tandem a lot, there is a difference but I don't want to tangent too far into that.

Watch some Mr Rogers, it's a soothing balm on depression, won't make it go away but at the end of a episode or two you'll feel loved, man you've never met in your life but you know he loved you, just the way you are.

Nostalgia isn't required for retro, good games are good games.

If I'd had the money to get one of the first gen PS3's I'd have gotten one since they were built to still run PS1&2 games as well, once they took that away I had no desire to get the thing. Wii was great because you had the Wii shop for the older games and it also played GC games, Wii shop games weren't too pricey either.

And modern gaming, ugh feel like it intentionally designed for Twitch streamers and YouTuber gamers. Ugh halo infinite mp made just drop it all together

I've noticed that with some, they dial back the graphics and all that good stuff so they stream well, or at least leave the option of that. I figure as long as everyone is happy.

That's really all I do, even when battle net was going strong I still didn't sign up for D2 on there except rarely.

Blizard had it right with World of Warcraft, at least at one point. The were selling the game disc for like $5 with a 2 week subscription make their money in the long game, not sure if anyone is doing that kind of thing anymore but they should be.

I feel like people are so focus on young people who refuse to consume pre 2012 media. There are those with a mentality that can stand old shit.

I love seeing people get into the games and stuff I enjoyed when I was younger, watching through the X-Files with a friend who's never seen it before and it's great seeing it through the eyes of someone who hasn't watched it.

Same with nerding out about games, as you've seen me do with FFVI here previously.

Most people that matter feel the same, so don't worry about any haters, they aren't worth your time or thought.

#zoomer huey anon

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pengemis-receh · 2 months

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I'm baaaack!

Phew! I'm finally done this chapter!

It's only on the third chapter but—

HOLYYYYYYYY HECK

I struggle to describe how Gugura works in English...like...

Anjir ini mo bikin tpa tapi udah keburu bikin konsep Wall-e teh kumaha????

Aaaaand somehow I write this chapter longer than I planned. With revision of my initial concept and stuff(that made my head exploded :/)

Aaaaaaaaand I was supposed to add images of my drawings for this chapter but I struggled hard since I had to prepare for the upcoming Ramadhan.

And yeah, my sudden whole week traveling broke my schedule. At first I was Intended to hiatus for a full month.

But then, I decided I will continue this au during ramadhan!

So anyway, Happy Ramadhan! May Allah bless you in this journey of the forgiving month!

319 AU

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The view from the tower was… tragically deserted. Literally. The usual moving miniature of polluted people was noticeably decreased. The vast and vibrant colors filled with aesthetic buildings were replaced by convoluted monochrome colors.

There’s nothing enjoyable looking at the fen of debris miles away below for the young soldier. Especially when almost the whole dining area was made of glass.

These residents liked to call it, The Observatory. The place where he finally saw the implementation of how the waste was manufactured he usually heard in Gur’latan. The land of Gugura was not as huge as Rimbara, but it was sectioned into three different designated areas. Organized into a grand triangle with the Atata Tiga Tower as its center. That man was not joking when he said there were no rivers circling the nation. Each sector was bridged by train rail for transporting those rummages and soldiers except criminals–or these soldiers called them ‘workers' –could never pass through it. Try to escape and you will be welcomed by the never-ending void below the cliff. The only way to escape is by increasing your ‘loyal work’ towards forces and you might be promoted to the next Sector. A rare chance that you could be free and occupied by the Cubulus forces to become one of them.

‘Tch, what a waste. You're just circling your never ending life at this point’ he mindly observed in disgust.

On his right, the first place of all scraps thrown from around the world was gathered. The Sektor-A or people here like to call it, ‘The Assortment.’ True to its title, he can see most of the extractions of filtering waste happening: the rough waste from buildings, food waste, and usage items compiled there. The place was divided between dry and wet waste. Wet waste was extracted inside a dome to prevent gas pollution, so they say. Whereas the drier one was organized in an open space. It is the place where most of the workers gather to filter mountains of trash. Iron, cement, stones, plastic, and even fabrics into the train. Sector-A might be the dirtiest place the teen ever witnessed. Looking up from the tower, all he could see was tons of dumps without seeing any real land to stand. He was informed that all of them lived on their own, yet he almost could not see any houses or even places for workers to rest.

Continued to look at his north side, the place of that thin teenager worked. ‘The Disintegration’ or Sector-B. It was less “flooded” than the previous one. In that Sector, the gathered materials were sent to another inspection whether the parts might be hazardous to the environment or not. Then, all the assorted materials that had gathered were crushed into pieces inside multiple giant shredders. Each material had its own secured area to disintegrate. Workers who did not do the heavy parts(delivering the content by excavators or by truck) worked in two shifts, the scavenging one and the moldering one. The scavenging workers usually help the excavators to swipe the materials into the giant shredder so there will be no left behind. The latter workers had to mold the shredded materials into a solid square form for easier storage on the train. It was the place where he found his target in the Iron area. Sometimes the soldier hoped that the teen worked in the next and the last Sector.

By the map, Sector-C or ‘The Recycle’ was on the east side. But looking from the Observatory, it was on his left side. Other than the Tower, It is the only tidiest place in Gugura’s land. Almost no scraps not yet been found as far as his eyes could see since all the scraps there were recycled into a renewable form for future constructions in the other nations. All areas were fully organized without scratching each other lines. It might be the place where the workers had more life advantages than the previous two. Not surprising when the Forces tend to describe Sector-C as ‘the place for dedicated workers’. Their houses were surely a bit proper(even though it's just an empty shelter he bet) and their foods were directly provided by the Forces. He might be insane if he thought this Sector was what he dreamed of, no. Gugura was still a dumpster deserted land and this place was no exception. He could tell they might give more or less a lease amount of percentage than the actual payment.

But The soldier could barely stand the smell of Sector-B even after three days since his arrival. He cursed himself when will the boy get out of here? How long till the teen got promoted to this Sector? How did the teen seem too normal in this atmosphere? And a bunch of other complaints made him forget that he had a tray of food in his hand.

He was supposed to find a table for him to eat but he was caught by the grand view of Gugura below him. And when he was finally awake, he realized …

He needed to take off his helmet.

Both eyes were fully wide and his grip tightened. He then started to regret his habit back in Gur’latan might have worked in this area. Delaying his eating time for the sake of secrecy eventually broke his facade when you were now at the driest land on the planet. He knew he could not depend on drinking water to survive in this state.

He took a deep breath. Look side to side for alternatives. People were too busy watching news from the big screen at the center hall, gathering food, playing cards, or… whatever the hell they did in this place. There should be a command or button to only open the lower part of the helmet so he could eat normally without revealing his face... oh…

Why did he not think of that before?—

Prak!

His breath forcibly stopped when he quickly turned his sight to empty hands and the scattered food on the floor in front of him.

“Oh, goody! Watch your step, needle!” The high mocking tone alarmed him behind his back. Waving hands while distancing further from him.

He knew it was his fault when he saw the opponent’s hand purposely push his tray to the floor a few seconds slower than his action. Not wanting to add arguments, he deeply sighed and grabbed the tray—

Buak!

In the next second, he was pushed by a force that was too heavy for his body to hold. The colliding sound between him and the solid metal floor almost echoed in the hallway.

“What’s with that nasty helmet, eh needle? How can you eat if it's stuck on your head? HAHAHA!”

The sudden attention grabbed laughing audiences nearby after the man successfully smacked him without his sight. The culprit then walked back to his group and celebrated his victory with others as they continued to the hall. Leaving the said person alone surrounded by endless giggles.

The soldier’s glad he was equipped with a full-face helmet. Everyone could never see his face and he also was not directly touched by scattered foods on the floor…aside from his clothes obviously.

Ignoring the snickering stare circling him, the soldier rose to his feet. Swipe any stain excess that had stuck on his clothes. Then continue wrapping up the tray back on the automatic tray washer near the kitchen.

“Was that the needle from Sector-B?”

"He's finally going out to eat??"

"What a shocker, the infamous showmaker finally stepped out from his room."

“He thinks he could be in control after he pulled the act?”

“What a shame though. The needle dropped his first food. As expected from Gur'latans.”

“Is he truly from NTE? This year's NTE has not even been held yet!”

“Well, he passed from last year's event, according the data.”

“Nah, bet 20 bucks he's ditched from his family”

“Gur'latan will be in shambles if they find out there's a new generation thrown to this dumpster.”

Where was the applause moment from day one? The teen somehow missed that short paparazzi moment after that show. If he had to choose, he'd rather be surrounded by frightening stares from workers than this.

Did these people hate Gur'latan so much or because his presence here was absurd to them?

He decided to grab a loaf of bread and fastened his pace. Walked back to his room located a few floors below The Observatory. The process was full of silent laughs and whispers along the way. The disturbance noises eventually stopped interrupting his mind when he arrived at the door with a coded number to differentiate between him and others.

Opened up, there's not much to say about this single person 'flat' for him. Boring? With only a bed, a basin, a small shelf, and a small window to entertain? Definitely! But it was the most secure place out of surveying cameras.

After he made sure his empty arm loosened his tight grip, he let out a big breath as he unbuttoned his clothes. Revealing a white shirt with less stain beneath it. He then gave another inspection to see no more stains or any excess still left on it. He remembered there was a laundry section on the bottom floor. He might need it with how smelly this cloth would become if he kept it in here. But now was not the time.

He needed some explanation from that man, right now.

He turned on the switch. Damped the noticeable spots on his clothes with water and scrubbed them.

'Argh! This is harder than I thought! Who are you calling me 'needle' huh?! I rather stay away from this hell if not because of him! Why must he have to be here anyway?!'

The intense voice in his head also impacted his scrubbing pattern to be more violent. Did not much affect the result, but it got the job done since the stains were not dry yet so they still could be washed with only water. After a little squeeze, he hung it with a hanger near an opened window for faster drying.

Which was an opportunity to push the communicator button at his right 'ear' helmet. A buzzing sound confirmed the dialing call was working.

While waiting, The teen soldier took a chance to wear off his helmet. Revealing a sparkling night sky that reflected on his moonstone eyes. His single white stroke hair also matched the colors of his eyes. He felt a big relief when he could shake his black hair flawlessly without any weight strangling him.

"Finally you called Eh? How's your vacation?"

The static voice did not change the mocking tone the teen was very familiar with.

"You could've told me how nasty these guys here!"

The receiver responded with the most demonic laugh the teen ever encountered... So far.

"That's what you get being part of Cubulus Forces in Gugura land. It is the land of wanted people anyway. Isn't this what you ask for?"

The said teen massaged his forehead before replaying back, "Yet I did not expect my presence will be affected so horribly."

"Ooh Presence? What did you do?"

"More like, what did they do to me." He Corrected. He let his body collide on the rough bed beside the shelf and the helmet. "Cut to the point, I found him."

"Him? You mean--"

"My other self, yes. He works at Sector-B." He grabbed the helmet and slid its surface as if it were like a touchscreen device while the screen was inside his helmet. He tinkered with the selection of the screen and sent the picture of the same person he met on the first day to the person he was calling. "How he could withstand living in that dirty place for a long time, I have no idea."

The receiver was silent for a moment.

"...I can't believe your made-up stories are real. Didn't realize a false rumor about the poor teenager sent to Jail before turned out to be your...duplicate."

He hummed in agreement while putting his helmet back on top of the shelf. Of course, he was ecstatic to see the mirror image of him come to life. Watching blurry images from his dreams was absolutely different than seeing in reality. That was the reason why he pulled his act on his first day. Aside from how loud the man yelled at him, it was the quickest way to gather attention in one place so he could search for that teen more easily.

"Hold on, Sector B? Has he gotten promoted already? Awh your disgusted face is what I'm looking for, after all, Khehhehehehe."

The teen rolled his silver eyes. "I don't have time for this, I need you to send P.R.O.B.E drone to fix the watch."

"The watch? Aren't your watch--"

"Not mine... his." He rose from the bed to a sitting position so he could open the shelf and grabbed the broken watch that was identically twin object as its left one.

"Wait, he also has the watch too??"

Same size, same color pattern, and same blank screen with no number indication of it. "But it's broken so I looted it from him."

"Uh-Wow. You played this role very well I see."

"Oh Shut up or I'll blast you!" His sentence almost yelled towards the helmet. It would be lethal if people found out there were two different voices inside a single room.

"Your arrogance is ten times bigger ever since your watch got fixed. What a fortune I can sit in this comfy cushion while you're not!"

"Can you send it or not?!"

The teen heard an exasperated tone as if the person shrugged and raised his shoulders.

"Sadly I can't. This is a prison land, not a service land. And I thought you're a genius here."

He almost wanted to yank out his hair if not because of dizziness that disturbingly interrupted his head. He squeezed his eyes shut while thinking of other solutions before answering.

"Ugh... How about the guy you said from bargain store between the bridge? Ba... Baga Go? Bago Go? Can we trust him?"

"He's a dealer! Not a repairman! Also, mind I tell you again how many times I got scammed by him?"

"Well... I not asking him to find a repairman. I might ask if he had the tools to fix this." He voiced a bit lower while observing the broken closely. Searching if this one had the same problem as he had.

"You? You want to tinker it by yourself?"

"If it's more efficient for me to learn something new, why not? I don't want my genius brain to go dull the longer I'm here. Besides, I still remembered how you fixed mine, so might as well try it now. "

"...but you still can't turn it on unless powered by KoKoa radiator. Did you forget how long till it worked?"

"Proximately a month. I know that."

A silent buzz filled the room after he said it. There's a long minute pause for a while until the opponent only gave a static sigh in defeat.

"...Why are you doing this?"

"Haven't we already settled this before...? I'm not coming back until all my questions are answered."

"I know that... But even if it does. Why did you bring him along? You know there's a myth that we just stumble two percent of a chance to find a similar person in the middle of billions of people? He might not even know who you are!"

"And here I thought you hate deducting myths."

"You-Hey! I'm warning you here!"

The stuttered angry noises couldn't made his day any better than this.

"Argh! Fine! I must cut now. Do what you want while I find some information to get you out. I need you to stay alive for the next two weeks. "

"Loud and Clear, Sir Boss." For the first time in a while, the teen side lips went up, "Give my regards to P.R.O.B.E as well."

"Kheh, You take care...Solar."

And the buzzing noise stopped. The silent voice felt more dense than normal. An odd feeling erupted along the hollow sight from the moonstone eyes. Locking his object to the broken watch that he gripped tremorly.

'Solar Optical Shot!'

'Watch out--Solar!'

The disturbing migraine increased ever since he met that teen. So whenever he sleeps, the dreams somehow add a new clip for him to assemble. Before, He heard him shouting a spell toward an unknown enemy(thus how his called himself by that name). Now, there's a scene between him, that golden eyed teen and another person who he might believe was named, Fang, hiding from a massive blast from...who knows. The scene cutted shortly when he was almost got hit behind.

Yet, it's just filled with more questions than answers. How this thing worked? How he could do what he did in that vision? Is he lightening up a flash light in his hand? Why that golden eyed teen... Wearing two... giant stone hands?

He just did not get it. At all.

How could he remember the names yet still fail to decipher their facial reveal? he completely did not comprehend what he saw in clear view.

But...

The look on that golden eyed teen after the sudden vision confirmed his suspicion. If he could remember his name by fixing his watch, it should be possible that person could do the same. The problem was the target person intentionally avoiding him several days after the meeting. He might not noticed but the teen hurriedly ran and hide whenever he arrived. It's like playing cat and mouse game which only made him harder to communicate with him. The final deep sighed escape as he looked the scattered stars across the night sky.

'Why am I doing this...?'

If he could find a way to fix this watch sooner, surely he could remember who's that kid was and both then could get out of this prison faster.

... No pressure, right?

Next.

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See ya!

😉

#boboiboy #bbb #boboiboy au #319 au #Toooo manyyy typosss #Ya allah please forgive meeee T_T #Critics and comments are allowed. Please I need it. m(-_-)m #boboiboy galaxy

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trashland-llamas · 1 year

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Neko

Hizashi offers the neighborhood stray shelter during the storm or the neighborhood stray ends up being a Neko named Aizawa

Hizashi decided to put out a dish with cat food out, worried for the kitty’s safety with the upcoming storm. The last one he’d witnessed years prior ended in flash flooding. Hizashi assumed the cat had an owner due to the little ensemble it had going on but that they worked long hours. Multiple silver chains connecting to a chunky spiked collar. A skull and crossbones charm on the side of the main collar. It’s yellow eyes looking permanently tired, scruffy fur needing a bath.

Aizawa was extremely grateful towards the blond, thankful for somewhat looking after him. For some reason, he’d been unable to shift back into human form for roughly a year. Forcing himself to ‘turn off’ his human brain in a sense whenever he ate the seldom amount of food he’d caught for the day. The same going for when the only water available was puddles. Unable to use water fountains, not wanting to expend what little energy he had in the needed parkour. So when he finally stumbled upon Hizashi’s abode, a brief break for the newly establish nomad was paradise. Quickly memorizing the human’s schedule, darting across the lawn early in the morning. Hizashi sharing his food despite chiding ‘oh I shouldn’t be feeding you this, you’ll get sick.’

Currently the cat was shaking from its perch under the porch. Storms never bothered him until becoming a neko. Hissing with each clap of thunder. ‘Ah poor kitty,’ Hizashi keeping his distance as to not overwhelm the cat. His heart breaking at the distressed look in the yellow eyes peering out at him. ‘It’s just me, can you crawl towards me?’ Seeing the familiar blond, hair sans spikes brought some comfort. Knowing the man wouldn’t purposely harm him. ‘There you go, now I’m just going to pick you up okay?’ Questioning whether the cat’s nod was it understanding Hizashi’s request.

‘You’re safe now, no scary thunder or lightning to get you here.’ Hizashi cooed into the cat’s ear, cradling it as he walked through his front door. Aizawa hopping out of Hizashi’s arms once crossing the threshold, his new hiding spot being behind the couch. ‘Freshen it up, no wet kibble.’ He figured the best course of action was a slow approach. Smiling when Aizawa rubbed his side against Hizashi’s leg. A low purr accompanying it.

Feeling a pair of yellow eyes on him, Hizashi patted his leg. 'You're free to jump up here, unless you want to be picked up again little prince.' Aizawa conflicted as he was ironically never one for pet names. Choosing to be a brat, the neko gracefully leaped up, taking residence in Hizashi's lap. Aizawa tilted his head, feeling the human lightly tug at his collar. 'Want to see if you have an owner.'

'Aizawa, that's a pretty name. Suits you, princey.' The neko cursing himself on the inside, ducking his head in embarrassment. 'Let me put on a movie, sound out the scary thunder. Ooh! We can be thunder buddies.'

Aizawa couldn't recall when either of them fell asleep or that they'd relocated to the younger's bedroom. Sobering up as the cough he let out exuded human qualities. No, no, no. He didn't want the first time they met to be like this but alas, he was unable to control the scenario. Quickly hiding beneath the covers. Adjusting the collars to fit better, more akin to a choker instead. 'What--Who are--Aizawa?'

Hizashi woke up with panic, the view of shaggy black hair unfamiliar to him. As unfamiliar as the lanky man occupying the space next to him. All he remembered was Aizawa, placing the tiny kitty on his chest so that he wouldn't wake up alone the next morning. But this person was a stranger. Until he saw the stranger's choker. 'Uh, this is weird so I hope you don't mind explaining. But uh, are you at least decent under there?' Sighing as the raven haired male shook his head no. 'Okay, I'll go find some clothes, plenty of my friends have left stuff behind. Something's bound to fit you. Then you can explain over breakfast?' Hizashi running off before Aizawa could even respond.

'So let me get this straight, you're basically a cat hybrid that's been unable to return to human form due to a quirk user?'

'Yes. I didn't mean to lie to you but I didn't really know how I could tell you without it sounding insane. Plus I liked not being alone.' Aizawa's voice raspy after not using it for months. Forming syllables felt foreign in his mouth and to his ears. Hizashi letting him take his time. 'I won't deny that this whole situation is weird or at least to me, it is. But I've gotten used to you being around. Your cat form, and as I'm sure you're aware, there's a spare bedroom.'

'Your offering me to stay?'

'Were you listening? Yes, little prince, I'm offering you to stay.' Hizashi beaming as Aizawa's ears burned red.

#erasermic #aizawa shouta #hizashi yamada #my hero academia #bnha #bnha aizawa #bnha hizashi #mha #mha aizawa #mha hizashi #not x reader #cat au #cat!au

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izzy-b-hands · 3 months

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First thing to wake me up today was a notif on Indeed from a local job that seemed promising. Brief ramble vent abt it below the cut

He asks when I'd be available for a chat. I give him two different days I know I can do for sure, for something over the phone or in person, either afternoon or evening (bc they claimed early evening was also an option for them.) Notably, none of those dates are tomorrow, because I have stuff to do almost every day of this week and into the weekend, so I wanted to leave that one open for things not already planned/extra less urgent chores/tasks/etc.

I get back, I shit you not: 'ok u call then tomorrow when ur free.'

Note: nothing about this suggests it's a scam listing or anything where I would expect this sudden drop in professionalism (his initial message was a nicely worded email with intro/outro all that jazz lol, and I've replied in kind for each reply to him.)

I reply back again with the dates and times I'm available, explaining that unfortunately I'm not available tomorrow (because I'm genuinely not!!! I need one day without fucking phone calls, during a week when I have multiple ones to make including hours where that's literally all I'll be fucking doing. Like it or not (and I don't), my brain needs to regen some spoons for that so I don't have a meltdown or fuck up the spoons I need to reserve for my work shifts later this week. I also offer to move my schedule around on other upcoming dates, if he can let me know how his schedule is looking.

Now no reply. Like, I get that tomorrow might be his best day, but...I highly doubt I'm the only person who maybe couldn't do that day. Like, in the Before Times of job hunting, that was a part of this process. Each side proposes potential days/times for a phone call or in person interview or whatever that company's Step One is, and if they don't work for either side you offer something else or to try and move your schedule around based on what they tell you. Is this no longer a thing and I just fucked this up or what lmao. I'm hoping he just suddenly got busy and that's the only he reason he dropped off the chat on Indeed, but as of the last couple of years usually that's a sign he's gonna ghost and I'm. So Tired lmao

#text post #im trying to give the same courtesy to him that i expect and was taught to give in this situation towards employers/recruiters #like if every applicant he reaches out to can't do tomorrow is he seriously going to talk to none of us and just. relist the job #i hate that the answer is probably yes and i fucked this but. fuck me i should be allowed to have a say here!!!!!#i don't want to start off on the foot of just going w/whatever they say no matter what i have going on #bc that's how i wound up stressed and overworked and underpaid by dakota eye lmaooo #maybe he's just busy. god pls just be busy with the afternoon and give me a chance dude like any other day that i listed!!!#hell even if he wants one of the days i work i'll try to make it happen for him!! i'll hate it but i'll do it!!!#just fucking. don't ghost me. he's gonna ghost me isn't he :(

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livingwithmbc · 2 years

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Living with Metastatic Breast Cancer (MBC)

The past few years have been rocky to put it mildly, not just as a nation or planet, but also personally.

I'm creating this space to share periodic updates and glimpses into what it's like living with metastatic breast cancer (referred to as MBC going forward because I'm lazy and don't like typing it every time) and whatever else I feel like. I don't promise to post consistently, only as I find it helpful and have the time and energy. I do, however, promise to be real, honest, crass, and vulnerable about my experiences. I curse like a sailor and if that isn't for you, no hard feelings, but this may not be the space for you, and that's perfectly okay. I don't particularly enjoy writing, nor am I great at it, but I recognize its value and how cathartic it can be. I've always been a naturally private person as I enjoy my quiet life, but there's nothing private about having BC. Appointment after I'm appointment I remove my shirt and bra as it seems like just about every medical professional needs to feel my breast lump. Just as cancer has invaded my breast, medical traumas began invading my life. Privacy seems almost comical these days, and I was living in denial while thinking I could do this all on my own without needing the support of my friends and family. I was very wrong. I didn't (and still don't) want pity from others. Life never promised to be fair. We don't choose the cards life deals us, but it's up to us to play the hell out of those cards, and I've got a killer poker face. So ask me the questions and I'll respond when I can. This is not a journey in which it's helpful to go it alone and if anything, it's detrimental to try. Something else noteworthy is that I have ADHD (thanks, dad!). As someone with ADHD, my brain jumps around. A lot. This is evident when talking with me but also in my writing as well. Bear with me and welcome to the shitshow.

For those of you that don't know me well (or perhaps at all), I turned 33 last month and work as a mental health counselor in Indiana. I've been married to my saint of a spouse for just shy of a decade and he's been my rock. In 2020, I was gearing up to graduate with my master's in clinical mental health counseling with plans to begin our family shortly thereafter. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans.

During the summer of 2020, my spouse was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins Lymphoma at age 30, after being short of breath for no clear reason, and being gaslit by medical professionals for several months about not feeling well. To say this was a shock was an understatement. Only old people get cancer, I thought, not seemingly healthy and active 30-year-olds. Our plans to begin trying to conceive were temporarily tabled as the focus shifted to my husband's health. I was devastated but chanted the mantra, "this too shall pass". We were told we had to wait at least 2 years to try to have kids due to the intense medications and treatments he was on. He spent months doing aggressive rounds of chemo, all while working almost full time. To say he's my hero would be putting it mildly. It's been about 2 years since his diagnosis and I'm thrilled to report he's still in remission!

Fast forward to early 2022. I noticed some dimpling under one of my breasts, but genuinely didn't think too much of it. Historically speaking, I've never been an overly anxious person, and typically don't worry much until there's truly something to worry about. My spouse encouraged me to schedule an appointment ASAP (he's the worrier). I already had an OB appointment upcoming so I planned to discuss the dimpling then as my neurodivergent brain couldn't handle making more phone calls for appointments and things. Unfortunately, the doctor felt a lump (I couldn't) and the ensuing weeks and months would prove to be an overwhelming whirlwind of fears, appointments, and uncertainties.

I like to think I have a good sense of humor, even if it's dark (I'd argue you have to have dark humor to survive in the mental health field). On Friday the 13th of May I was told my breast biopsy confirmed the worst: I have invasive ductile carcinoma. Jason was nowhere in sight but I would have been more accepting of his existence than me having cancer. I'll never forget the look of pity on the nurse's face delivering that news. I could tell she was going out of her way to try and make me feel better about the diagnosis, saying things along the lines of, "it was caught early, you won't die. You'll be fine." I remember taking the news surprisingly well and not being too phased by it. "I'm going to kick cancer's ass," I thought. I'm stubbornly determined when I set my mind to a task and cancer was no different in my mind. Mind over matter, as they say. Hell, I was even given a BC swag bag on my way out the door. I quickly got scheduled with an oncologist who set up scans, blood draws, the whole gambit. Getting breast cancer at 32 was jarring for the medical providers around me given that I have no family history of breast cancer. Genetic testing was order and I learned that I have an ATM genetic mutation, pre-disposing me to breast cancer and a handful of other cancers. The results were bittersweet as it provided answers to the "why" of cancer early in life, but shifted the initial surgery treatment plan to opting for a double mastectomy. I was generally still in high spirits, and made light of it all, joking about getting a shiny new rack as a silver lining of a shitty situation. When life gives you lemons, make tittyaide, I said. As scan results began to roll in, the plan abruptly shifted. A suspicious spot was found on my sternum and a biopsy confirmed the worst: the cancer had already spread to my sternum, meaning I was now dealing with stage 4 metastatic breast cancer, a completely different beast than when BC is caught early. Surgery got cancelled and starting endocrine therapy ASAP was the new plan to try and shrink the tumors. I had no idea that multiple types of BC exist, all with different treatment implications. My specific type is ER/PR+, HER2-, meaning, my cancer feeds off my hormones. The treatment? Reduce the estrogen in my body as quickly as possible and transition me into menopause, thus stifling the cancer's fuel source. In all this scary news, the thing I mourned the deepest (and still do) is the uphill journey I will face to becoming a mom. Chemo made my spouse sterile and I am unable to carry a pregnancy as I cannot stop treatment long enough to sustain a pregnancy. People mean well when they offer comments like, "you can adopt!" but I'm here to tell you how painful and invalidating that response is. There is lifelong grief associated with infertility for those that want biological children. Even if we are able to pursue foster to adoption (the only "affordable" option to becoming a parent), I will always grieve not getting the experience of being pregnant and having biological kids. As cliché as it is, it's true that you don't always realize how badly you want something until it's no longer an option.

MBC, unlike early onset BC, is considered incurable. It's not an instant death sentence, but any doctor will let you know that it's essentially terminal, meaning it's a slow death. Living with MBC is a very, very different experience as there is no end in sight unlike many other cancer experiences. I will be in treatment for the rest of my life. The statistics for long-term survival aren't great, but I know I'm much more than a statistic. My goal is to live the most fulfilling life I can for as long as I can, and I hope that means I'll be around for a very long time. There's nothing like the threat of dying to make you appreciate each and every day, including the people in your life, the jobs, the pets, nature, etc. I believe maintaining a positive mindset while looking for learning opportunities is so important in overcoming any obstacles in life and I am so incredibly thankful for all those that have shown their love and support. If you read all of my ramblings, thank you for your patience. Take time to appreciate and express gratitude for the good things in your life. No matter how bad the circumstances may be, there is always something to be grateful for. <3

#breast cancer #metastatic breast cancer #nonhodgkins #lymphoma #atm #genetic mutation #hereditary cancer #infertility #compassion #medical trauma #mysogyny #adult adhd #gratitude #mental health #griefjourney #cancer #hereditary

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