#so we get to look em over for like 20 mins and hand em back. which doesn’t exact fucking help me when i’m studying for the midterm.

[send-me-a-puffalope]

why did my teachers think it was okay to give us like one single weekend to finish all of our midterm projects and study for our tests.

#slight vent #i have 3 projects and 3 tests #i’m halfway through my lit/history project and halfway through my psych project #and maybe a quarter done with my programming project #which is fucking insane btw cause how tf am i supposed to code a whole video game in like 3 days on top of everything else 😭😭😭 #and some things he hasn’t taught us and just thinks that we should just be able to figure out like HELLO???/?/// #I DONT HAVE TIME TO TEACH MYSELF NEW CODE #ITS THE MIDTERM/FINAL FOR THE CLASS?????? #and once the weekend starts i’ll have no one to trouble shoot my stuff and fix my bugs so literally i’ll be hopeless so 😭😭😭 #my calc teacher JUST finished teaching us everything we need for the midterm TODAY. THE MIDTERM IS ON WEDNESDAY. BRO. #my physics teacher doesn’t let us copy down any of our idk test questions or take our old assessments home to study #*old #so we get to look em over for like 20 mins and hand em back. which doesn’t exact fucking help me when i’m studying for the midterm. #WITH NO STUDY GUIDE. #my teachers even said that this years midterms are worse than previous years cause they’re all in a row instead of split by a weekend #we’ve had 2 delayed openings and 1 early dismissal this week which means we have less time to work on our midterm projects in class 😭😭😭😭 #i’m so overwhelmed i’m gonna explode #by the time i finish these projects i’m not gonna have anymore energy/time to study for my tests. WHICH IS THE HARD SHIT BTW.

[noahsteensonfilms]

"The Food Is Wrong!"- a "When Only We're Around" short story

*I completely forgot to post this here, sorry*

(1 month post-movie)

"We will both be having the steaks. But make sure that his has the chips, vegetables, and steak not touching. Okay? He doesn't do well with the foods touching." Emiliano instructs the waiter, Elliot washed with embarrassment over his particular request, not leaning forwards until the waiter had returned to the kitchen.

"God. Why am I so finicky?" Elliot slaps his head in exasperation.

"This restaurant offers alterations, or the waiter would of mentioned it when I made the order. They shouldn't get mad when a customer wants an alteration." Emiliano assures him, then leans back, sipping on a glass of coke.

"Still... I feel entitled when asking. Couldn't we have gone to a McDonald's or Hungry Jack's?"

"Elliot. This is date night. On date night, we go to fancy restaurants. This dinner is like $150 so we better enjoy it."

Elliot fidgets, tapping the fork next to him repeatedly. Humming the song they had wrote the weekend they fell in love.

"So, were you able to get anyone at school to join your band?" Emiliano asks, placing thier hand on Elliot's to stop the fidgeting.

"A few people seemed interested. But a band ran by an autistic druggie isn't the easiest sell."

"Well then, that is thier loss. You are the best vocalist in all of Perth. They would be nothing without you."

"I'm glad that you believe that. But you are biased, because you want me to be in a good mood so you can fuck me tonight? Right?"

"Elliot?! That's a bit vulgar for a high class establishment."

"It's not my fault I get laid more than these uptight businessmen."

"2 steaks both medium well?" A waitress asks, holding thier meals.

"Yes, thats our order. Thank you." Emiliano responds, whilst the waitress puts thier plates in front of them.

Emiliano begins to eat his food, before looking over to Elliot with concern.

"You okay babe?" They ask, before looking down to Elliot's plate. Realising why he had fallen silent.

"Everything is touching." Elliot says, scratching at his arm. "Why is it all touching! It's not supposed to. It's all wrong!" By this point Elliot has become visibly in panic.

"Please tell your friend to calm down or you will both be removed from this establishment!" A waiter demands, rushing to thier table, which every other table is now looking to.

"My Boyfriend, thank you very much! We specifically asked for his steak, chips and veggies to not be touching each other. He has sensory issues. You ignored our simple request. Now he's having a meltdown and getting blames for it!?" Emiliano complains frustrated that they are getting blamed.

"We do not allow requests like that? The waiter says, baffled at Emiliano's insistence that alterations were allowed.

"When I made that order, our waiter made no mention of that. If alterations aren't allowed we should if been told that while MAKING the alteration. It wasn't even really an alteration either. It's just changing the arrangement of what was already on the fucking plate!" Emiliano continues, ranting about the ease of not having the foods touch, how it is ableist to not allow such a small inclusion.

"The textures they are wrong! They aren't the same! They shouldn't touch!" Elliot continues, getting louder each sentence.

"C'mon Ell. Let's just go get Macca's. At least they know how to alter a fucking meal."

~~~~~~~~~20 mins later (at McDonald's)~~~~~~~~

"I made a fool out of myself, Em. I was screaming!? Hurting myself?! I must of looked like an entitled baby." Elliot mopes, eating a 20 pack of McNuggets.

"No, babe, they were in the wrong. It was a simple request for accessibility reasons, and they were too uppity to respect that. That didn't deserve the $150 I spent."

"Can we have an extra long cuddle after sex tonight?" Elliot asks, resting his head on Emiliano's shoulder.

"We can cuddle for the rest of the night."

#gay #book #wattpad #gay wattpad #wattpad tiktok #wattpad book #wattpad author #wattpad books #when only we're around #elliot sanderson #elliano #emiliano ortiz #autism #autistic representation #gay story #oc #ocs #my oc #my ocs #gay oc #gay ocs

[fairybinie]

OMG! 👏🏻 SO! 👏🏻

A lil backstory, I work at target & this’ my 4-5 week working there. I don’t shop at this one at all since the one that’s closer to me wasn’t hiring at the time. And by the time the one closer to em started hiring, the super target that I never go to card back & a bitch needs money 😫 So I had to learn a whole new layout for this shitty job. And for what I do is basically grabbing items for the ppl who do drive up. And my department is timed. If we go over the given time, then we basically get paid less, the store gets shut down, the store gets a big fine, our department becomes the most hated, & I could possibly get terminated 😃

So, with all these factors, depending on how much time I have, I can extensively help the “guests” or just barely help at all. But cmon, my money >>> these ppl 😭

Today, I was doing a timed batch (a cart where I’m doing multiple ppl’s drive up orders). I had less than 20 minutes & still had quite afew more items to grab. So while minding my business, this lady comes up & asks where the premade breaded pie crust was. At first, I thought she meant like the pre-made dough that pops out when you twist the can, but she was like ‘no no no I mean the premade bread pie crust.’ She was so hard to understand bc of her accent, BUT the thing was, it would flip. So she’d sound like a native once, then a foreigner, so I was rly thrown off when helping her.

So she asked where the bakery was & I pointed since it’s a lot further. She’s like ‘now why would that be there?’ in my mind I’m like ‘bitch ur looking for a pie crust. why wouldn’t it be there?’ But verbally, I said ‘well, if you’re looking for a bakery related item, it should be over there’ & then she snaps. ‘now why would it be over there?! It shouldn’t be over there! It should be over here in the bakery aisle!’ In my mind, I’m like ‘If this bitch think she knows where it’s at, why she bother me?!’

But bc I have to treat the ‘guests’ 🤢, I physically guided her. She huffs rolling her eyes, then said ‘just show me where the bakery aisle is.’ I directed my hands towards the actual bakery since she happened to be right infront of it. So I pointed where I saw most of the pie-related stuff seemed to be & she turns to me, looking at me like I’m dumb & goes ‘well that’s not very helpful.’ But lady… at least show me a picture of what ur looking for. 🧍🏻‍♀️

I liked at my device & had only 15 mins so I apologized saying ‘ma’am, unfortunately I can’t help you right now’ but b4 I could explain myself, she cuts me off ‘well why can’t you check on your device thingy?’ Well here’s some background info on the shitty device called the ✨Zebra✨

This crusty piece of shit is what employees use to check progress, statistics, employee tasks, where an item is, etc. But for some reason, every time I grab one, they’re always buggy WITH JUST ME!!! 😭 But b4 I could explain it to the lady, she was getting snappier ‘just check!!’ & I’m like lady, u don’t understand, I CANT FOR VARIOUS REASONS! Anything is, there were no walkie-talkie, so I couldn’t go grab someone off the floor because everyone is spread out & there was literally no one in site & I don’t have time to look for someone when I haven’t even found the items i needed to look for within the 15 minutes of time I have left 🙏🏻😭

So the lady was clearly fed up with me, so I literally had to use the most valid excuse I could to defend myself. I said ‘I’m still new’ she’s like ‘huh. Seems like everybody else is new here because I literally asked 4 employees before u & they seemed not to know what I was talking about.’ But they’ve been working here for more than a year while I’m barely a month & had very short training to know the whole layout. So she goes ‘ykw, thank you so much for helping me! You are very helpful & I’ll just look for it myself actually thank you so much. Ha ha ha!’ Obv, she was being sarcastic.

My issue with people is, if ur gonna be mean, just be mean. 😭 I can’t stand passive-aggressiveness. Plus, it want an excuse to kick someone out. Like if u wanna make my day miserable, just fucking do it alr. I am naturally and aggressive, blunt person. So seeing ppl dance around the idea of being mean & nice bothers me. just be a bitch, what’s stopping you?! 😭😭

so the lady walks down the aisle looking for it, & as I’m in another aisle looking for something, she comes back from the other side shouting. She’s like ‘hey hey hey! you, do you see this?! yeah!’ and then she start smacking the item?😭 Mind you, there’s a family of 6 right next to me so they turn to her like who tf is this crazy bitch? And she continues ‘yeah just so ur aware, this’ what the item looks like if you ever wanted to know. Thank you so much for helping me, ha ha ha!’ But the whole time I was ignoring her. I did a hair flip just to show that I didn’t care, but in reality I did fucking care. Like I said previously, passive aggressiveness annoys the fuck outta me. 🙂

This’ prolly my 3rd Karen experience ever. The last 2 I thought were pretty bad, but no. Being passive aggressive? Publicly embarrassing me but urself as well? YELLING? Next time, i’m acting deaf.

wow out of all things i certainly wasn’t expecting this like i’m shocked 😭 fun fact i did apply to work at target and they turned me down 😜💅🏻 no but omlll that sounds so stressful like your job already involves so much time management and this lady certainly didn’t help 😭 i’m so sorry you had to deal with a karen ugh that’s the worst </3

#what was the product she was talking about 😭 #🏷️ — anon! #🏡 — visitors!

[wintlift]

Swing it round like a helicopter

SWING IT ROUND LIKE A HELICOPTER FOR FREE

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SWING IT ROUND LIKE A HELICOPTER FOR FREE

I see you in the crowd and you`re looking at meīut you ain`t doing nothing like you getting it for free Hey, twist it in the air like a helicopter What it is, what is gonna be? Take your shirt off, hey, take your shirt off, heyīrush `em off, brush `em off, f*(k, do the dance, hey Twist it in the air like a motherf*(king helicopter, hey I know you don`t care when your titties everywhere, home girl Take your motherf*(king shirt off, hey Take your motherf*(king shirt off, heyĪnd if you don`t care put your hands in the air, home girl Twist it in the air like a motherf*(king helicopter, hey Take your shirt off, take your shirt off, hey Take your shirt off, hey, take your shirt off, hey I`m about to show you how we do it downtown Get out of this party girl and come back to my house When I rock `n` roll I, make the boy fall out If your girl lost, then she about to be found This is Nappy Boy, man, this is what we do, hey Twist it in the air like a motherf*(king helicopter, yeah Thanks to all at 702 Helicopters brilliant time and my son’s 21st present was topped off with a great trip before we flew back home.T-pain - Take Your Shirt Off T`s the shit, T`s, yeah So if your looking for a great tour of the strip at night and you want to feel safe and secure and enjoy the moment for whatever reason, firstly pay the extra and have the private flight and secondly use 702 Helicopter tours there outstanding. Flight lasted about 20 mins and that was enough for the sights we wanted to see, back to the airport and met by Johnny again who had printed off the photo taken earlier. Off we went flew from the North end of the strip and came up behind the New York Hotel and Levi had explained which way we were going up to the Mandalay hotel swing round over our hotel the MGM Grand and down towards the Stratosphere hotel, great views of the strip and Levi answering any questions we asked and chatting as you we had know each other for ages. Johnny then took us for photos with the other helicopters in the hangar whilst the one in use was on a flight, we were then taken to the helicopter when it arrived back and introduced to our pilot for the flight who was Levi. The reception was busy with other people waiting to go on their flights which is a good sign and shows the how popular the business is, we paid the little extra just to have the helicopter for ourselves so just my son and I and the pilot. Met by Johnny ( he is a pilot as well) behind the desk in reception who went through the paperwork with us and explained what was going to happen, we arrived 20 mins before our 19.00hrs tour and I would suggest others to do the same. On the 30th October we booked Uber from our MGM Grand hotel and within 25 mins (traffic permitting) we arrived at the headquarters of 702 helicopters, just to say Uber only cost $18 there and $15 on the return. Did what we had to do in San Francisco and moved onto Las Vegas, booked 702 Helicopter tours by their website before we left home as read all reviews and they seemed to be the best around for what we wanted. From the island of Jersey in the British Channel Islands, my son turned 21 at the beginning of September 2019 and I decided to take him to San Francisco and Las Vegas for his present.

#Swing it round like a helicopter

[marie-dufresne]

Tonight I spent a few hours at Starbucks with @novahstrife and we spun some wheels for characters & cliches to do some writing exercises, 20 min per prompt. Enjoy some of these unexpected scenarios~ 🥰

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Characters: Reno & Zack Prompt: High School AU

Reno never needed the bell. He walked around the campus as he pleased and the staff were all far too exhausted with him to tell him otherwise. Would he graduate? He shouldn’t, but for fear of having to deal with him another moment, he was being pushed forward.

Feet up on the rung of a staircase railing outside the building, the redhead nursed a cigarette as he waited for the bell he never needed.

Zack was not like him. Zack was a goody-goody. He didn’t have the best grades, but he tried. He hadn’t made the baseball team effortlessly like some of his peers, but he had put in the effort, sought out summer mentorship and training from the incoming seniors, the stars, and in his sophomore year, had made the team. It was something to write home about, something that would make his parents proud.

Reno didn’t do sports, but he did do Zack, so waiting for that damn bell to release the students was his only option when the clock neared one forty-five in the afternoon.

A literature teacher of some sort exited the building, her badge swinging on her lanyard, clipboard in hand as she moved to flag down the busses, making sure they were all accounted for and she scolded Reno for smoking on the property. Put that thing out! She had shrieked, as if it were the greatest offense a teenager could commit in her presence.

Sure.

With a flick in her direction, he launched the remains of his smoke at her, then shifted to pull out his phone from his back pocket, ignoring her threats of suspension.

txt 🐶: where r u? txt 🐶: bored as hell out here.

It took a few minutes for the read receipt to show. No doubt Zack was trying very hard to abide by the rules and not look at his phone while the end of the day announcements were recited.

txt ☄️: the bell didn’t even ring yet, chill out man

Reno heard the loud ringing from outside the building, almost immediately buried beneath the slamming of the bar that opened the double doors, students pouring out in droves, tasting their sweet sweet freedom.

An arm on the top of his head told Reno the wait was over and he leaned back, begging a kiss from the tall, dark haired boy he’d decided upon. A few squealing girls watched and when Reno lifted his head, he gave them a suggestive wink. Maybe they’d wanna join them sometime. The way they scurried away with their faces in their notebooks said otherwise.

“Why are you so mean to them?” Zack asked, hoisting his backpack up onto one shoulder, giving a fistbump and a ‘see you at practice’ to Angeal Hewley as he passed, headed to the campus library to complete his homework before even touching a bat and a ball. A model student.

Reno pulled another cigarette from his pack, scowling when Zack took it and threw it aside.

“I’m not mean to them,” he corrected, defending himself, “I’m interesting.”

Zack laughed, throwing his arm around the redhead, leaning all of his weight into him just to test Reno, to annoy him, to play.

“Whaddaya want, a piggy back ride or somethin’?”

“Yeah,” Zack replied, “Give me a piggy back ride to the ball field. Let’s see how far you can get.”

Never one to back down from a challenge, Reno crouched low in the school’s courtyard, “Alright. Hop on. Let’s give ‘em something to put in the yearbook.”

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Characters: Marie & Heidegger Prompt: Kill the Bug!

The scream that awoke Josef Heidegger that morning could have sent him to his grave. Initially it was the sound itself, but when his lumbering hand hit the other side of the bed, he found his young bride to be missing and his heart left his chest, sinking down into his stomach like a lead weight.

He wasted no time in retrieving the shotgun from the closet, bursting through the bedroom door, the wood splintering against its hinges at the force and it hung limply in the hall. His thundering footsteps thudded through the penthouse, weapon at the ready, prepared to kill anyone who would bring harm to the little woman that had been foisted upon him, the little cherub of a minx that owned his heart.

He would not lose her so soon. He would not let anyone take her from him.

It took a moment for the red to fade from his eyes, his shoulders still locked as he stared ahead into the kitchen where she stood in her lingerie, a ceramic mixing bowl and whisk clutched to her chest, tears streaming down her face.

“Getttttt ittttttttt!” she screamed at his cat, Tank, whose gaze Josef followed to a Midgar-sized centipede, nearly as big as the thirty-two pound cat itself, crawling across the kitchen floor. From her perch, Gatling watched with interest as the horrid female creature screamed, sensing her terror and enjoying every moment.

“For fuck’s sake!” Heidegger cried out, finally setting the gun down and marching over to the bug where he lifted it into his meaty hands, tearing it in two and throwing it into the fireplace where it writhed and twitched before its many legs came to rest. A simple turn of a dial incinerated it and Gatling jumped down from her tree and slinked away. The show was over.

Marie had not moved from where she stood on the counter, her hands white and trembling as she hugged the bowl. Heidegger reached up, gaining her attention and coaxed her down, into his arms, setting the bowl down, and he allowed her to cry.

“It’s alright,” he assured her, stroking her hair, “just a side effect of Artie’s tinkering, that’s all.”

“A-a-a side effect?”

Josef shrugged, using a big, calloused thumb to wipe her tears from her cheeks, “Mako does some wild things sometimes.”

She shuddered, laying back against his chest. If cat—no—dog sized insects were a side effect of the President’s discoveries, how much longer could she remain in Midgar? She believed in him. She believed in her husband, but she could not simply learn to live with common house pests at that scale.

“We need to move,” she muttered, to which he laughed, bowing his head to lay a bearded kiss atop her mess of morning curls. He wasn’t sure what the future looked like either, but he’d talk to Artie about that bug. Surely they would work out the kinks and it wouldn’t be commonplace.

“We need less lazy cats,” he corrected, “and breakfast.”

She smiled, taking a deep breath and trying to relax her tense muscles, looking back at the bowl. “I was making waffles.”

With a little squeeze to her bottom, he set her down. “Then hop to it, Mrs. Heidegger.”

Characters: Marie & Vincent Prompt: Drunk Scenario

Becca had made the call.

Hey Vincent, we need you.

It was his name that struck the chord of urgency in him. Becca, as much as she’d come around to them all, never used his name. She always called him something stupid and vaguely insulting. Suits, Trigger Finger, Killer, Broody Boy, among others.

When he arrived at the Hojo residence, he didn’t even have to open the door. She was there, flinging it open and grabbing his hand, pulling him down the hall to the bedroom.

“She’s really messed up. We can’t get to her.”

The door was off its hinges, a tool set just by the door frame, and when he stepped inside, he could hear voices coming from the balcony outside.

The bedroom itself was trashed. It wasn’t often Vincent was in here. He and Marie were close, but not this close. Despite the rumors that flew about them, and his own heart, she stood firm in her aversion to adultery and Vincent was too honorable a man to make an adulteress of her. He pined from afar.

Still, he knew that this room, like the rest of her house, was kept tidy and neat. It was the one place Marie had near total control and she exercised it to a near unhealthy degree.

“What happened.”

“The professor came home. They fought. He…”

Vincent had never experienced Rebecca falling quiet, or struggling to find something to say. He took in more of the room, scanning to decipher the disarray. It wasn’t the mess of anger and heated debate. This was the mess of a struggle.

Something rolled under his boot and he glanced down, lifting her pearls up from the plush carpet. He’d never seen her without them.

They were broken.

“Rebecca. What did Hojo do.”

She didn’t answer, pulling open the french doors to the balcony to where Gideon sat, his mother on his lap, clutching his arm and sobbing. Her hair fell around her face, half of her pins sitting awkwardly from where the coiffure had been pulled and tugged at. On her shoulder, clumps that were no longer attached to her dangled from the silk of her robe. Her arms weren’t in the sleeves.

She’d been covered by someone else.  

Delicately, Vincent crouched before them, reaching out his hand to hers. He could see the imprints of her necklace on her throat and the mystery of how it had come to be broken was solved.

Gideon had blood on his knuckles, and across his face and it didn’t take Vincent long to piece together what had happened. Bottles littered the balcony and while he may have chastised her heavy drinking in the past, tonight he wouldn’t speak of it.

He didn’t have anything to say to her. There wasn’t anything he—or anyone else could say. He would simply sit with her until she fell asleep. Then he would clean her up and put her to bed in one of the guest suites. He would tend to Gideon’s wounds if they needed tending and in the morning he would fly her to Costa, where she would be safe from her husband, if temporarily.

And then, because all their hands were tied, they would carry on as normal. Because for the four of them, this was normal.  

Characters: Artie & Tifa Prompt: Reversed Roles

Tifa was accustomed to threats. She was in the spotlight, she was making progress for the planet alongside her childhood best friend, her stoic fiancée and with the help of the heir of a prominent funder of AVALANCHE, was one step ahead of all who would stand in her way.

It was a strange thing to be pulling into the drive of her current greatest roadblock, the man who was hell bent on stopping the progress of Midgar, of Mako, of making the world better for all its citizens. But he had invited her to dinner and Tifa was nothing if not gracious. There could be something positive to come out of this.

If not, she was more than a pretty face and a wealth of ideas. She was a fighter.

“I don’t like this,” Rude muttered as they were greeted by a butler, coats taken and led into a parlor where for the first time, she’d meet the face behind Artemis ShinRa.

“Ah,” he greeted them, not bothering to stand. “If it isn’t my favourite planet killer and her silent hound.”

In a smart black skirt suit with a ruffled white blouse, Tifa lifted her chin, chestnut eyes sparkling. “You overestimate me, Mr. ShinRa.”

So he wanted to get to the meat of it right away, did he? She wouldn’t defend herself like a scolded child. This man didn’t understand what they were doing. He didn’t know the plans for rebuilding what they’d taken from, her vision for creating a perfect world for every citizen of Gaia, especially those who had grown up with nothing.

She accepted the glass of champagne that was offered to her, as did Rude, though he didn’t take a sip. He didn’t care for the stuff.

“For someone so high on the pyramid of morality you do seem to take an awful lot of innocent lives,” she cooed, helping herself to a seat on an overstuffed leather armchair.

Artemis let out a hearty laugh, dismissing her. “Well you know what they say about making omelettes, Miss Lockhart. Gotta blow up a few towns and all.”

“No,” she said, unmoving and unappreciative of his humor.

“And the one about the golden rule, surely you hear that one often enough.”

Tifa smiled, welcoming the next bad idiom he had to offer.

“The one with the gold makes the rules?” ShinRa sat back, smug, knowing his pockets were far deeper than her own. She was nothing without her investors.

From behind him, a revolver clicked and Tifa remained smiling.

“You’re very right, father.”

Tifa averted her eyes as the trigger was pulled, and from the breast pocket of his suit jacket, Rude produced a hankie, wiping the small spray of blood from her cheek.

With a little click of his tongue, Rufus ShinRa looked up at the pair, as if he’d simply squashed a bug, while the weight of Artemis brought him to the carpet with a thud.

“Now,” he said, wiping down his gun, “dinner?”    

#Heidiggity Dog #Hojosynthesis #Zack Fair #reno of the turks #we might end up doing this frequently on thursday nights :D #Rufus Shinra #President Shinra #tifa lockhart

[wpdarlingpan]

I have a suggestion! What about pan or jerome valeska kiddnaping the reader/oc? Ik its pretty basic, but maybe pan kidnapps her to obress Emma and Jerome kiddnapps her because he is fond of her appearance yk? Maybe a little bit yandere style.

Thank u I hope you like my suggestions!

Thanks for my first suggestion! I hope it’s good :)

Please let me know if there is something I should fix for later suggestions. Be it my writing style, or if you’d prefer me to make an OC for the story.

Also TW with just a mention of how Greenwood is charged with Rape and Murder. It’s only the mention and will not be brought up further.

Now on with the story.

Background information: Y/N is the daughter of Jim Gordon and Barbara. She isn’t associated with Barbra since she went slightly crazy. She considers Lee like her mom. Her dad is very over protective since he’s seen the dark side of Gotham. She is 18 years old and somewhat shy/innocent from being protected by her dad.

“Bye dad! Love you!” Y/N yelled out as she approached the front door of their apartment. She was hoping to leave before her dad could give her the talk she always got before leaving the house but luck wasn’t on her side. She also felt the teeniest bit of guilt for rushing out so quickly as she and her dad had a good relationship and she knew he was just trying to protect her.

“Wait.” He spoke coming down the hallway into the room. He knew she didn’t like the fact she had to go over rules before she left the house but he’d been even more nervous since there was a breakout at Arkham.

“Yes?” Y/N questioned.

“Got your phone?”

“Yep.”

“Charged?”

“100%.”

“House key?”

“Definitely.”

“Emergency money?”

“Right in my pocket.”

“Pepper spray?”

“Yep and with the safety on so I don’t accidentally spray myself... again.” She spoke while looking down sheepishly.

“All right love you kiddo. Remember what I said about those people who broke out yesterday.”

Jim spoke while lightly kissing the side of her head and let her go to school.

“I remember. Also love you Always and forever dad. Don’t forget you have a date with Lee later!” Y/N reminded before closing the door to make her way to the Gotham High school. Her dad had bought her a car so she would be more safe getting to and from school as he didn’t trust city busses or taxis. She didn’t mind though it was nice and she was able to play some music while she drove.

Once she arrived at the school she saw the cheerleaders loading onto the bus. She was a photographer for the yearbook and it was one of their first football games for the year so they send her to photograph for the team. She was way to shy to actually try out for it. Once double checking if her car was locked she put the keys in her pocket and made her way to the bus with her camera looped around her neck.

She got on first as the rest of the cheerleads were talking outside the bus with the coach. Y/N sat in the very back with her feet up next to her as a sign of ‘do not sit by me’ she was rather short so it was comfortable as well. She then pulled out her phone and began to text her dad that she was safely on the bus. He replied with a quick ‘ok’ and ‘be safe’ then she started to play a game on her phone as the cheerleaders began to load onto the bus. Once everyone was on the bus they drove away from the school at the cheerleaders were practice their cheers. The. Whole. Ride. It was beginning to get on her nerves as she preferred the peace and quiet but she knew that being on a bus with cheerleaders would be anything but. She grabbed one side of her headphones and began to play music. She lightly tapped her fingers to it and looked out the window.

They drove for about 20 more mins before they were stopped. A red truck had pulled in front of them and people approached the truck. She spotted guns in their hands. She quickly dialed her dads phone and begged for him to pick up.

“Y/N? What is it?” He could tell by her erratic breathing that something was wrong.

“There are people with guns on the bus! They just shot the driver. We are on (random Gotham street) please hurry!”

“I’m on my way! Try and stay on the line.” She said a quiet okay she a boy with red hair entered the bus. Jim quickly ordered police officers to make their way towards the scene.

“I want you all to know... this was a very difficult decision for us.” The boy spoke as he waved around his guns as if it was a toy. Y/N had already ducked down in her seat after a different person had handcuffed them to the seats. She wanted to stay out of of the seemingly ringleaders point of view as she watching her phone continue to hold the call with her dad and her headphone was in on low in order for him not to hear the phone. She still listened from her other ear to be aware.

“It was between you and a senior citizen bingo party.

In the end, we decided to skew a little younger.” He spoke while putting the gun to one of the girls heads. He walked towards the back of the bus as he continued his speech. She heard him coming and quickly tucked her phone into her pocket along with the headphones.

“Youth won the day. Sorry.”

He had reached the back to the bus and was about to turn around when he saw her tucked into the seat. She was very small and if he didn’t know this was a high school bus he would have thought she was a kid. She looked up at him with terrified doe eyes and he looked at her with a smile. He liked her. The innocence in her eyes that made him swoon. She clearly wasn’t like his whore of a mother. She would make a good partner.

“And who might you be.” He spoke while he used his charm. He lifted her chin up lightly with his unoccupied hand as the gun still rested in the other. She scooted as far away as she could with the handcuffs keeping her in place.

“Y-Y/N.” She stuttered out in fear. She was trying to hide not stand out. He moved her hand away from the start of the handcuffs and brought up his gun to which she began squirming at as it was raised.

“Shh, just going to get these off.” He attempted to comfort but it was honestly more frighting what was he going to do.

He shot the handcuffs and the bullet got lodged into the seat as she was detached from the seat but still had the cuffs around her wrist.

“You’ll be coming with me Doll.” He spoke while tugging her up from the seat as the cheerleaders continued to cry at the situation.

“No!” She attempted to struggle but she was too small to get away. But he held onto her. He tugged her out of the bus before giving her to Aaron. Since he didn’t trust Greenwood with his girl. Not like he trusted Aaron any more but he wasn’t charged for rape.

Aaron obeyed and tightly held her as Jerome put back on his crazy face and went back onto the bus.

“Give me an "O"!” He shouted to make fun of them.

“I said, give me a "O".” He shot the roof of the bus making the cry harder.

“O!” The cried out through their tears.

“ Give me an "N".” He spoke again with enthusiasm

“N!”

“Give me another "O"!”

“O!”

“What does that spell?” He questioned while greenwood handed him a hose that would spray gasoline out from the truck they had stolen.

"Oh, no!"

He walked up and down the isles of the bus and sprayed each and everyone one of them with gasoline while they all screamed in fear.

He finished and walked out of the bus and grabbed a lighter from his pocket.

“Ready? Okay!” Jerome said as he attempted to make the lighter work. The flame wouldn’t appear and Y/N continued to struggle in Aaron’s arms but for the man it was nothing. Dobkins was bouncing in his place with anticipation.

But it never lit.

“This is so embarrassing.” Jerome spoke harshly. He was making a fool out of himself in front of his girl.

“Anyone got a light?” He requested from the group of cheerleaders. Y/N was questioning if he really expected them to give him one since he was trying to kill them. He walked off after they all cried out a ‘No’ and winked at Y/N as she looked at him making her glance away hoping for her dad to hurry.

“I do. I got...” Dobkins replied while reaching into his own pocket to grab a lighter.

As Dobkins went to hand Jerome the lighter sirens sounded and police pulled onto the scene. She began struggling more as Aaron held her with one hand and shot with the other with little to no aim.

She saw as her dad got out of the car and quickly held up his gun. His heart stopped as he saw his daughter in the hands of one of the Maniax.

“Stand your ground, boys. They can't shoot at a bus.” Jerome smugly told the crew. He glanced at his doll to see her struggling still while eyeing one of the officers.

“Hold your fire! Hold your fire!” Jim quickly yelled in fear one something hitting his daughter or the bus.

“Dad!” She yelled out as she attempted to kick Aaron but did little to no damage.

Jeromes eyes widened with surprise. Jim Gordon had a daughter? This would be two birds with one stone. He smirked as Jim looked panicked.

“Aaron, Greenwood, get the truck started. And pass me my girl.” Jerome demanded. Y/N was shoved towards Jerome who caught her with a arm wrapped around her waist. He spotted her phone in her pocket and tossed it onto the pavement so they couldn’t be tracked nor could she call.

The officers had ducked behind their cars as Jerome shot at them.

“We're gonna blow this barbecue stand, huh Doll?” He told her as he tugged her towards the truck as her dad tried to follow before he was shot at again.

Greenwood sat on the outside holding onto the bus with the hose.

“Light 'em up!” Jerome spoke as he turned around and made a round motion with his arm to Dobkins who struggled with a lighter as well.

Jerome laughed manically as he got into the truck with her on his lap to which she blushed making him smirk and they began to drive off leaving Dobkins with the police.

Soon they were out of view and Jim quickly drove the bus away from the flames that had fought when the lighter was dropped. He needed to get his daughter back.

Y/N had a blind fold put on her as they left the scene to head back to Galivants building. Once they arrived Jerome picked her up bridal style and carried her into the building. He was stopped by the man himself as he headed to his room.

“And whose this?” He questioned quite poshly. She couldn’t recognize the voice but it seemed familiar.

“My girl.” He replied looking Galivant in the eye with a murderous look, daring him to say she couldn’t stay.

“Fine. But she stays in your room. Wouldn’t suggest having her out here with Greenwood.” He spoke before walking away to his office. Jerome laughed at even the thought of letting Greenwood anywhere near her. He brought her into his room and sat her on the bed. He quickly locked the door with a key to which he placed in his pocket before removing the blindfold.

Y/N blinked to adjust to the light and when she did she quickly scrambled back on the bed, away from the boy in front of her.

“Oh Y/N your never getting away from me. Not now, not ever.” He spoke before laughing crazily making her whimper and her eyes water. She curled up in a ball in an attempt to shield herself away from the boy.

“Well Doll, welcome to your new home. By the way, the names Jerome. Jerome Valeska.”

Y/N began to shake, her dad had told her about his interview. She should have for the hint from the fact of his unsettling laughter.

She was utterly screwed.

Let me know if you’d like a quick part 2

Also, please suggest things to write 😁

#jerome valeska #gotham #story prompt #oneshots #jerome valeska x reader #jim gordon #male yandere #love at first sight #writing

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Biggest Fan 2

Part 1

Warning: coercion, blackmail, porn, nonconsent sex, cheating 

It was a long, silent walk back to the office. You rubbed your palm with your thumb as you struggled not to think of the feel of him in your hand. The hardness still barely concealed in his pressed pants.

He opened the door for you and you walked ahead of him. He followed you up the stairs and you felt his gaze on your ass, realising too late your mistake. As you reached your floor, you rushed over to your desk and he let you. He went to his office. It was as if nothing had even happened. As if your hand hadn’t been on his dick only fifteen minutes before.

You took a shuddery breath and logged in to your computer. Most of your work was transcription or shadowing Andy. Nothing overly complicated. Even so, you found it hard to concentrate on your work. You rubbed your forehead and leaned back in your chair. You glanced towards Andy’s office, his door was open, he was watching you, his pen pressed to his bottom lip. He tore his eyes from you and grabbed his phone.

You wanted to be sick. You drew your attention back to your screen and forced yourself to type. The buzz of your phone distracted you but you ignored it. It vibed again and you slid it out of your blazer pocket onto your desk. You positioned it just under your monitor and unlocked it.

‘Today. After work.’ The first text read and the second hovered above. ‘I can’t wait for the real thing’.

You swept away the bubbles and blinked at the computer screen. He was like a teenager. This man you’d looked up to, this man you’d admired for his professionalism, his veracity, were just like those boys in your program who tried to talk you into one of their stupid red cup parties. And he was married. The thought made you want to sob but you just forced down the bile and kept typing.

Though the morning had dragged by, the rest of the day seemed to fly. You looked at the clock and your phone lit up. Another message from him. You packed up your things before you dare to grab your cell and reluctantly looked at it. ‘Got a meeting with Canavan. Meet me at Joe’s down the block, 20 min.’

You looked over and found his office empty. You’d been so determined to ignore him, you hadn’t even noticed him leave. You grabbed your bag and headed out. Joe’s was a coffee place just down the block, you always grabbed Andy a small coffee when you got yours. Wait, had you led him on? With coffee?

No, no. He was a forty year old man and you were just a college student. This wasn’t your fault. Well, those were your pictures on the internet. You had put them there.

You barely recalled making your descent onto the street or hurrying down to the little cafe. You ordered a bottle of juice so you could sit in the corner. You picked at the unbroken seal and your leg shook nervously beneath the table. What were you doing? If you just ignored him, would he really send those pictures? Andy was a good guy… or so you thought.

You were startled as the table shifted and he sat across from you. He smoothed the front of his suit and smiled at you then looked around.

“We shouldn’t stay here long,” He said. “Too close to work.”

“You can’t be serious about this?” You kept your voice low. “Andy, I--”

“Shhh,” He raised his hand. “Look, we don’t have time to waste.”

You stared at him and gulped.

“First thing, delete your account.” He said.

“What? I can’t-- That’s how I--”

“I told you. I’ll take care of you.” He interrupted. “Delete it. Now.”

“You’re married,” You whispered. “Why--”

“I know what I am. What I want.” He turned his hand down onto the table. “Ten seconds or I add your professor to the CC.”

“Goddamnit,” You bent and reached into your bag. 

You sat up with your phone and keyed in the code. You opened the app and he took the phone before you could hit anything else. He placed it on the table between you and went to settings. You watched as he scrolled through the settings and finally found the option to delete. He accepted several warnings before everything just disappeared. He turned the phone back to you and slid it forward.

He stood and sighed as he checked his watch. “Alright. Laurie’s taken Jacob to his tournament so we should have some time. Let’s go.”

📚

Andy’s house was nice. Much nicer than your small apartment near the college. You felt out of place as he drove right into the garage and let you in through the side door. You hated that you were sneaking around. Hated that you were doing this at all.

You entered the kitchen and he turned to you. He took your bag and set it on the counter. You shuddered as you lifted your foot and he stopped you.

“Keep the shoes on,” He smiled. “I like ‘em.”

“Are you… sure about all this?” You lowered your foot slowly. “My account is gone, you made sure of it.”

“That’s not what this is about,” He grabbed your arm and wrenched you forward. He took your hand in his and pressed it to his crotch again. “Feel that. That’s what you do to me. Every fucking day.”

“Andy--”

He spun you and pushed you against the island. You saw a flowered notebook on the other side. That was probably hers, just like the man behind you. He leaned his weight against you as he gripped your waist and purred.

“I can’t help but think of you on my desk as I’m sitting on it but this will have to do,” His hand went to your ass and he slapped you hard. “Oh, fuck.”

His hands crawled up to your shoulders and he pulled your blazer off. He dropped it on the floor and reached around to unbutton your blouse. You grabbed his hand and he brushed you off.

“Don’t make this difficult, baby girl,” He warned. “Don’t tell me this isn’t what you wanted all along?” He tore your blouse open and forced it down your arms. “Posting those pictures.”

“Please--”

“Shhh, don’t want the neighbours to hear.” He flung your shirt. “They always are so fucking nosy.”

You hung your head as he unzipped the back of your skirt, pulling back to let it slip past your hips. It pooled on the tile and he stepped on it until you lifted your feet one at a time and he kicked it away. You regretted your ridiculous choice not to wear underwear. Well, it had been more a dare and earned you a smooth fifty on your paypal.

“Fuck.” He rubbed your ass as his other hand fought with his belt. 

You smelled his woodsy cologne as his fumbling grew more frantic. You heard the soft metallic clink and his zipper as he pushed it down. He wiggled as he shoved his pants down. His hand went around to your stomach and he guided himself along your ass his foot between yours as he urged your legs apart.

You slapped your hands on the island as he dragged his swollen tip along your folds and found your entrance with a hum. He pushed inside you and jolted your hips into the edge of the counter, nuzzling his head into your neck as he leaned into you. His hot breath was wet against your skin as he forced himself to his limit.

“Shit,” You swore as you stretched around him. 

“Mmmm,” He hummed and thrusted hard, lingering inside you as he basked in the feel. “God, you’re even better than I could have--” He rocked his hips again and choked. “Jesus.”

You scratched your nails against the marble island and pushed your head back against his shoulder as he moved his hips steadily, each tilt coming quicker than the last. You gritted your teeth as you tried to fight off your own arousal. Despite your reluctance, your core burned hot and you could hear how slick you were with each thrust.

He withdrew his hand from your stomach and grabbed your shoulders. He pushed you down until you were bent over the island and your feet left the floor. He held you down as his motion picked up and he slammed into you with dusky grunts. With each jolt of his hips, yours hit the marble and you held your breath to keep from moaning.

You closed your eyes and pressed your cheek to the cool counter. Your lips formed an O as you came quietly, covering your face with your arm. He crashed into you harder than before, you felt your juices spreading along the open v of his pants and the tails of his shirt. He gripped your hips and his thumbs dug into your flesh.

He pulled out of you sharply and swore as he spilled down your thigh, stroking himself along so that his tip rubbed his seed over your skin. Breathless, he spread his hand over your lower back then dragged it down to your ass and squeezed.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” He rasped.

He drew his hand and backed away. You slid off the island and your feet wobbled beneath you, your heels almost perilous as your legs buzzed. Andy leaned against the other counter as he wiped himself with a paper towel and put his cock away. He zipped up his pants and buckled his belt before tucking in his shirt and straightening his collar.

“Whew,” He took a breath. “Baby girl, that was worth every last penny.” He looked you up and down and bit his lip. “Better get dressed before the wife gets back.”

#andy barber #dark andy barber x reader #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #dark!andy barber x reader #andy barber x reader #drabble #sequel #biggest fan #defending jacob

[develation]

A Lifeguard's preach- please read

Okay, hi, welcome to my Ted talk. So surprise for some of you but I work as a lifeguard, and I have some things to say about my experience for the 2 years I've worked as one.

A lot of people have decided it's okay to crap on first responders lately, which is a subject I will lightly touch on. But pool lifeguards have been under-appreciated for a very long time. The pool I work at is like a mini-waterpark. We have slides, basketball hoops, a water playground, a lazy river (with tubes), an obstacle course, and concessions. Were not just your neighborhood pool, which means there are more dangers to look out for. Because you can tell yourself that things never happen, but that's a lie. Every day, things always happen.

So today I was walking my stand (grazing stands there called because you walk back and forth for 20 mins straight and then move to the next stand to do it all over again for another 20 mins. repeat that process for 2 hours on lazy river rotation). And this lady decided to sit right in the middle of where I'm walking. Now in lifeguarding, we have to keep a 10/20, which means 10 seconds to see someone and 20 seconds to get to them. And the zone I'm on is SCS which is the little kid playground, y'know, with TODDLERS AND BABIES EVERYWHERE. So in order to properly scan my zone and make sure none of these babies start choking on water, I ask her to move. And she looks at me and goes, "well you should have a sign there that says that." She moves, but did this lady seriously tell me that we should have a sign that says- "Please don't sit in the Lifeguards way. They are trying to make sure you and your child don't die." Like what?!

It's not just her, I alone have been disrespected so much on this job, it's stupid. I've had moms tell me to LEAVE MY ZONE and go get their kid because it will be my fault if they drown when the mother herself is on the other side of the lazy river. I've saved a boy and the mother said, "He was fine. I'm not filling out the paperwork, I just want to enjoy my last ten minutes here." Like, YOUR FUCKING WELCOME.

I am so sick of this. Do people don't even know the amount of training we do just to even work? I have at least 200 hours of training, and I don't even work the full year's cuz of school. It's not just CPR y'know? I know how to and train to handle Rescue-Breathing, seizures, chest compressions (yes, that is different from CRP), allergic reactions, heat stroke, burns, chemical burns (mostly for employees because we work with that stuff), Heimlich, Spinals (head, neck, and back injuries), eye trauma, and more. I, WE, may be no police officer or EMT, but we know our shit.

For working in general, while you're sitting in that cool water enjoying life. Where sitting there (or even worse, walking) in 2-hour rotations sweating our asses off. You can talk about those umbrellas we get on sitting stands all day BUT THEY DON'T DO CRAP. Because the sun MOVES in the sky. And most shifts are from 10:45 to 6:30, open to close. I have only worked 3 shifts that haven't been 7 or 8 hours long.

"What about lunch breaks?" well guess what, we don't get one! Every 2 hours we get 17 min breaks (15 guards on stand and 3 in break room at all times, that's how our rotation works) that could be interrupted at any moment because people don't drown on a schedule. My water bottle is broken (it leaks) from how many times I've thrown that thing when a long whistle goes off.

Just imagine, you're sitting there eating your well-deserved sandwich, slipping some water from your water bottle, chatting it up with the other guards. And then out of fucking nowhere- BRRRRRRRRRRRRR- *Hi this is adrenaline, I'm gonna turn all the way up now* "OH SHIT SOMEONE'S DROWNING FUCK FUCK FUCK-." And now you, your boss, and other 2 break guards are sprinting full speed across the pool deck trying not to trip over your own equipment. With your food and water bottle forgotten on the concrete of the guard-room floor. [It was a very sad day. I had ordered Jimmy Johns just for that...]

I have saved 8 people, all of them children. And every day, there are at least 2 saves, which means someone is drowning and a lifeguard has to jump in for them. Realistically though? There have been too many days for me to count where there were 8 or if not more saves. People take pool safety for granted, there fucking idiots who think that just because they're tall enough to go down the slide they can swim in the 12-foot deep catch pool. They think that they can go in the lazy river without a tube. Or that they don't need a lifejacket. Parents are idiots, who don't watch their children. In one of my saves, I watched a kid disappear underwater in front of me. One second they were above water and the next, just gone. It's not like the movies guys, there's no screaming or splashing. There's the weird doggy paddle, and then they stop making distance and are weirdly treading, and then they're gone. And then you have to pick out from the kids who are floating with their backs on the surface, the kids who pretend to drown for fun, and the adults who think it's okay to "test" the lifeguards.

Just today, within the first 20 mins of open we have a lady pass out. There's something horrifying about holding someone's limp body in your hands and them not waking up. Last year we had a lifeguard pass out from the heat on the lazy river. Just flop straight onto the pavement. In years past we had a woman have a heart attack on the deck. We kept her alive until EMS arrived but she died in the hospital 3 days later. There was another lady who busted her knee open and bled everywhere. Stuff always happens.

I make $10.86 an hour to save people's lives and get shit on while doing it. It's not everybody, I meet those parents who say, "Don't worry, I'll yell at them." Those kids whole actually put their tubes back and put back the tubes that everybody left right next to the corral. That one dude who filled up my water bottle with his water because, "I looked like I was melting and needed something good today". Those girls who say I'm pretty despite all my scaring and me having short hair (yes I have gotten judged for being a girl and having short hair). But most of the time, we are ignored and looked down upon.

Trust me, we don't mind small talk. Or making jokes, telling stories. We just want to be appreciated. And I just don't feel that most of the time. My bosses have been amazing to me, and they are one of the only reasons I come to work with a smile on my face. But above all that, I just want to fulfill the childhood-old dream of being a hero. Of saving a life. I know I'm not quite suited out for firefighting or EMT's or policing.

But I'm still doing it. And I would like for others to just see me, instead of yelling at me for saving their child's life.

#lifeguard #first responders #text post #please read #please reblog

[kairos-ed]

Obese anas let's start a thread!

Skin care! Food diaries! Hair care! People who have to lose 50-100+ pounds need a completely different regime from those who have to lose 10-20+ pounds.

Here's all I have learnt and added to my routine.

1) Use an exfoliator every day. EVERYDAY.

I use three different exfoliators alternatively.

This is my routine. I have two gentle exfoliators and one harsher exfoliator.

Monday & Thursday - Turmeric + Besan +Milk/Yogurt/Curd with a little coconut oil (you can use any carrier oil). This helps with brightening your skin and has helped me lighten the discoloration of the back of my neck (poc anas you know what I'm talking about), my underarms and my inner thighs, overweight/obese bodies are more prone to discoloration caused by chafing and rubbing of skin and this helps sooooo much. You can look up different youtube videos to find the recipe and DON'T TRUST THE VIDEOS WHICH SAY YOU CAN STORE IT. you can't store it if you've already added milk or yogurt to it, but you can store it if you've only mixed the dry ingredients. I just put the stuff needed for them in my bedroom so I don't have to go to the kitchen constantly. Don't store dry ingredients for more than a month cause it'll attract bugs. If it gets bugs then you don't necessarily have to throw it out, you can sieve it and use it again.

Tuesday & Friday - Oatmeal scrub. GRIND THE OATMEAL INTO A POWDER. Don't grind it too fine but till it looks like rice powder, properly grinded but still coarse. Trust me, grinding it up makes it so much easier to scrub with and it won't clog your drains. I add honey and some milk/water to it. DON'T ADD SUGAR. This is also a gentle exfoliator so adding sugar will make it too harsh and it'll be bad for your skin. I let it sit for 5-10mins so it becomes a paste and then use it to scrub my body.

Wednesday-Saturday - Coffee scrub. This one is the most common one BUT I've found using 2 parts of coffee and one part of sugar instead of the same quantity of both works better. My skin is soft and glowy and it helps with stretch marks. I add vitamin e oil and coconut oil to this (I use a shit ton of oil). And I store this in a glass jar. I make enough for a month at a time and I've had no problems with it being stored for long periods of time.

2) SCRUB YOUR BUTT

I know this is a no brainer but I wanted to add it here either way. I stand in my shower and scrub my ass cheeks and back rolls for 5 mins every day, it helps with toning the skin and lightens the strech marks you have back there and helps you avoid loose skin. I know our favourite thing to scrub is our stomach and boobs (if you have em) but give your butt and back rolls some love too, your thighs need to get exfoliated too. I usually relax in the shower for a few mins with the scrub on too. Idk monkey brain says wait for it to work.

3) DITCH YOUR LOTIONS

I know I know, we have all seen the ads saying they work BUT we have a LOT OF BODY, lotions are expensive and gets soaked up by your clothes or evaporates immediately. Use body oils instead, they stick to your skin the whole day and you can SAVE BANK. I make my own body oil with coconut oil + black castor oil + olive oil + peppermint oil and vitamin e oil but you add whatever you feel like to it. Oils help a lot more than lotions.

4) BODY DYSMORPHIA/GENDER DYSPHORIA GANG I GOT YOU.

I have both of these and sometimes depression makes it hard for me to look at my own body. I skip getting a shower when it gets too bad and I know exactly how it feels like to not shower for weeks. During these slumps I have made it a rule to shower atleast once every 3 days. I know it's not hygienic to not shower everyday but I also hate my body don't come @ me. I use EXFOLIATING GLOVES to wash my body (even when I'm using my diy scrubs). They clean me better than just using my hands and soap or a loofah. I use the gloves as scrubs and this has helped me with skin infections caused by not showering (I said don't come @ me). I also only use anti bacterial/fungal shower gels now. They help kill any bacteria growth which happened on your body during the time you didn't shower. I have stopped using loofahs cause the net is bunched up so it becomes a breeding ground for bacteria especially cause you might not use it for long periods of time between showers cause of the absolute chaos in my brains.

4) HAIR CARE

We will lose hair. It's gonna be fine! Use peppermint oil with a carrier oil, I use black castor oil. It helps stimulate your hair follicles. Onion oil is great too, I've found that coconut oil makes me lose the hair on my head so I steer clear from it. Oil atleast once every 3 days and let it stay over night. It makes your follicles stronger and nourishes your hair.

5) PEDICURES

We will sweat a lot and during this time you need to take extra care of your feet, do diy pedicures atleast once a week and wash your shoes every weekend too. ALWAYS wear socks.

Fungal infections are a real thing people.

6) SUNDAY ROUTINE.

You might have noticed that I don't have a scrub for Sunday and it's because I have a completely different routine for Sundays. Its my pamper yourself routine. I use SKIN TIGHTENING AND FIRMING FACE MASKS BUT! ALL OVER MY BODY. I stole this from Alexandra girly talks. I use Aztec indian clay and white clay with Apple cider vinegar for this. I make a paste and sit with it for an hour. It might seem like a lot but honestly I just watch bobs burgers and the time flies by. I have also used stuff like orange peel (NOT PEEL OFF) face masks, and other face masks on my body. It helps with avoiding loose skin.

7) IF ITS GOOD FOR YOUR FACE IT'S GOOD FOR YOUR BODY.

TONER! USE TONER ON YOUR SKIN! I have a mini shower in the morning too, it's not a whole ass routine but I just wet my body with warm water and let the steam open my pores and just clean myself with water essentially (I don't really need to use soap again cause I shower at night and I live in a hot place so taking a shower twice isn't a big deal) I then use toner (use any liquid toner and put it in a foaming pump and use the foam it's easier) all over my body and then use sunscreen and oil. (Yeah I oil my body twice a day). I do this before going out so that the sunscreen protects my skin.

I'll add more when I think of more stuff. Add to this if you have anything!!

#obese ana #plus size ana #overweight ana #poc ana

[needtherapy]

soaring, carried aloft on the wind...continued 20

An arranged-marriage story for Xichen and Mingjue, in another time and another place.

The Beifeng, the mighty empire of the north, invaded more than a year ago, moving inexorably south and east.

In order to buy peace, the chief of the Lan clan has given the Beifeng warlord a gift, his second oldest son in marriage. However, when Xichen finds out he makes a plan.

He, too, can give a gift to the Beifeng warlord, and he will not regret it.

Part 1: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13  Part 2: 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 … HOME

It’s complete on AO3 here.

Notes: Check the tags if you’re concerned about the pairings ;)

For translations of the entirely fictitious Beifeng language, you’ll have to scroll to notes. I’m only going to translate something that’s not clear in the text. Sadly, there’s just not any other good way to do it on Tumblr!

Chapter 20 Now

Xichen could not have guessed that the Ikarahu would throw a festival in an army encampment in the middle of a war. It seems so dangerous for so much of the army to be distracted. And yet here he is in the transformed sparring arena, surrounded by hundreds of people eating spicy meat grilled in huge open pits, drinking the sweet Ikarahu ale, dancing in pairs and circles, and singing boisterous, noisy songs. Any watching scout could see that there are brightly striped flags, strands of bells, and colorful lanterns looped over ropes suspended between posts around the outside of the arena. Xichen suspects the lanterns mean this festival will extend long into the night, and he tries to squelch the nagging concern.

After all, it is a party. It’s supposed to be fun.

Xichen had helped Huaisang hang lanterns for what felt like years, and Huaisang had explained that the festival was called Hatapi, a celebration of the ahuti’s birthday. The ahuti was considered a valued ruler as well, and the Hatapi was a chance to thank them.

“But really, it’s just an excuse to eat and drink,” he’d said, completely seriously. “Who doesn’t love that?”

When Xichen had asked how he had time to plan a festival, Huaisang had just laughed and said it was a yearly event, which gave him plenty of time.

“Right now Hatapi celebrates my mother’s birthday, but it used to be my grandfather’s birthday. And before that, my great-grandmother. It’s always celebrated on the birthday of the ahukau’s spouse,” Huaisang had winked. “Eventually, Hatapi will be on the eighth of…”

Xichen had slapped a hand over Huaisang’s mouth and refused to let him finish that sentence.

Even after Huaisang’s descriptions, Xichen hadn’t fully expected the sheer chaos of the day. It’s riotous and loud and full of surprises. There have been strength and skill contests all day: sword fights, hurling giant logs, foot races, even a surprisingly early drinking contest. Every winner gets a trophy and an enthusiastic clap on the back from Mingjue, and it pleases Xichen that it’s hard to tell which the winners prefer.

At the moment, Xichen, Qingyang, and Guangyao are watching the last contest of the day, the mounted archery competition, which Xichen has to admit is spectacular. More than fifty of the finest archers in the Ikarahu cavalry are riding without saddles or bridles in a tight circle, bows drawn, shooting arrow after arrow into bales spaced around the outside of the circuit. The judges, including Huaisang and Mingjue, are on the other side of the arena, both standing on horses, presumably for the vantage, which raises questions Xichen has never thought he would ask.

Guangyao sniffs. “It hardly seems like a challenge. They’re just riding in a circle.”

“Huaisang says the second half is more impressive.” Qingyang shrugs. “There are bonus points for style, but I don’t know what that means.”

They know immediately when the real competition begins. One by one, the riders take a circuit of the arena, making impossible shots as they stand on their horses or cling to the bellies of their horses or drop to the ground and bounce lightly off their toes to turn backward or dangle across the side of their horses to shoot from under their necks, hidden from view, all while galloping full speed. Xichen has simply never seen anything like it. He’s not sure there even is anything like it.

“My mother would have loved this,” Qingyang sighs, softly enough that Xichen almost doesn’t hear her above the din around them. “She missed the galio of her homeland more than anything else, I think. I’m sorry she never went back to Ikara before she died, but I’m glad I had as many years with her as I did.”

His own mother’s death is still a sharp pain in his side, but Qingyang doesn’t seem as unhappy as Xichen would expect. She looks at him with a wistful smile, one that seems to want to share this memory, so he ventures to ask, “When did she die?”

“Two years ago, before the Ikarahu came,” she answers, and Xichen squeezes her shoulder. So recently. He is amazed that she’s willing to talk about it.

She smiles at him, a bravely crooked tilt, and Xichen suddenly wants to tell her. To tell someone. Maybe sharing the pain will release it. Holding it tightly certainly has not.

“My mother died when I was twelve. Of a wasting sickness,” he says, and Qingyang makes a sympathetic noise. “I have always wished I had more time.”

Qingyang nods. “There is never enough, is there? I will always want to see her face again or hear her call me a-Yang. She was an artist too, and I was fortunate to work with her for years, until her fingers were no longer agile enough for fine details. The only comfort is that she didn’t have to…” Qingyang exhales sadly. “She didn’t have to know why I left Lanling.”

Guangyao is quiet and seems to be caught up in watching the last rider, a slim, short man who rides the circuit in constant motion. He is nearly a blur, bouncing off the ground, sliding under the horse’s belly to pop up on its other side, slinging under the horse’s neck, flipping backward, and somehow still shooting arrows. The crowd roars when he takes top honors and Mingjue bounds over to present him with the prize, a huge gold bowl filled with water that the man shares with his horse.

“My mother is dead too,” he announces, the words slicing cleanly through the noise of the crowd.

For once, Guangyao doesn’t seem to be trying to hide the emotion in his voice. He sounds as though he has been brutally stabbed in a wound that had not yet healed. When Xichen looks at him, there is such animosity on his face, his eyes narrowed to slits and his jaw clenched so tightly, Xichen can almost hear his teeth grinding together.

“Since you didn’t ask,” he says, his lips flattening into a tense slash. “I was seven when I found her. She wrote that she was sorry, as though she had something to apologize for.”

Xichen reaches out instinctively to slide his fingers around Guangyao’s tense hand, wanting to erase this terrible tragedy, this horror that still haunts his friend.

“Aitapaho, Qingyang, Yao-ti!” Mingjue’s booming voice interrupts, and Xichen jumps as though he’s been caught peeking at something forbidden, as though he’s been caught doing something forbidden.

Mingjue kisses Xichen firmly, with all the enthusiasm of a man thoroughly enjoying his life, but not before Xichen sees the quick, appraising look Huaisang gives him and Guangyao.

Guangyao sees it too, and laughs, the sound higher and more strident than usual. “We were only bonding, Oringa’anhu Ikira. Over stories of our dead mothers.”

He takes a deep, bracing breath as though he will say something else, something even worse, and Xichen is suddenly afraid of what it might be. Guangyao seems like a mirror about to shatter and slash whatever might be near it.

Huaisang grabs Guangyao’s wrist and interrupts him with a teasing grin. “Guangyao, you were wrong about the winner, so I am claiming your forfeit. You are required to learn the next dance. Ani?”

Guangyao frowns. “You didn’t tell me his horse was a galau, so I think you should forfeit,” he argues, but he lets Huaisang pull him toward the dancers.

Mingjue laughs and kisses Xichen again. He tastes like winter mint and joy, and Xichen lets it distract him. Mingjue can always distract him.

“Come, aitapaho. We will eat and drink and dance!”

Only part of that sounds enjoyable, and Xichen shoots Qingyang a pleading look, but she laughs at him too, shooing him away cheerfully as Titakau joins her. Friendship is not what it used to be, he thinks. He will have to get revenge later.

There is no reason he should not be able to learn this foot kicking, jumping, spinning dance, Xichen thinks crossly, but he is growing increasingly irritated with the frequency his feet get caught together, and he trips, falling against Mingjue, who only catches him with curious, roving hands. Finally, Xichen throws up his hands in exasperation.

“Ahoraho, I am going to watch,” he yells over the music, singing, and shouts of laughter.

In answer, Mingjue grabs Qingyang’s hand and drags her into the circle where she, Xichen notes enviously, picks up the steps almost immediately. Titakau silently hands Xichen a bottle of ale and he takes a drink.

“Roka iko auha em koni,” she tells him sympathetically, “Pia ei sakona auha em ga. Et taka ti eta engati hako.”

She’s right about that much. It is fun to watch. There are two lines of dancers, one on the inside, one on the outside. The two circles turn, flicking their heels in the air, kicking forward and backward, spinning from the inside line to the outside line, changing partners and changing back. It seems random and reminds Xichen of spinning maple seeds that flutter from the tops of trees in gusts of autumn wind.

Xichen catches sight of Huaisang, whose face is alight with mirth, and Guangyao, who looks—not quite angry anymore. Begrudging, perhaps. Huaisang leans in to say something and Guangyao rolls his eyes, but his expression softens. Huaisang tips his head back and laughs, suddenly spinning Guangyao toward Mingjue who catches his hand smoothly, exchanging it for Qingyang’s. Mingjue’s grin is impossible to resist, and a smile, one with dimples that reaches his eyes, settles on Guangyao’s face, and he shakes his head with a reluctant laugh. Mingjue’s face, which Xichen knows so well, shifts just slightly, from watchful hawk to satisfied cat, and he ruffles Guangyao’s hair as the song seems to finally end.

Xichen wonders. He wonders if Huaisang and Mingjue worked together to coax Guangyao out of his bleak mood. He wonders why. He wonders if there is something else here, a more complicated set of steps here than Xichen can comprehend.

As the night wears on, the crowd grows ever larger, including nearly every member of the Ikarahu encampment. Ale flows freely, the food tastes even more delicious grilled over huge open fires, and Mingjue convinces Xichen to try dancing again. It does not go any better than his first try, and in retaliation, Xichen trods on Mingjue’s toes. This is also unsuccessful, as Mingjue merely stops dancing and wraps his arms around Xichen, kissing him until his knees are weak and he forgets the whirling, swirling tumult around him.

“I’m ready for bed,” Xichen whispers to Mingjue.

Mingjue tightens his embrace and rests his forehead against Xichen’s. “After fireworks?” he asks hopefully.

Xichen nods, unable to resist the sweet, boyish grin. He traces one dimple with his thumb and Mingjue inhales, turning his face to Xichen’s palm. Xichen slips his fingers over Mingjue’s ear, into his hair, down the strong line of neck, and Mingjue sighs.

“Or now,” he says, voice husky, and Xichen chuckles.

“Now,” he agrees, taking Mingjue’s hand and leading him back through the crush of people where they run directly into Huaisang and Guangyao.

“Anakau! Xichen!” Huaisang hands Mingjue a bottle. “You have not toasted our mother with me! It’s tradition!”

Thwarted, Xichen can do nothing but take the bottle Guangyao offers him and raise it.

“Di ika gati,” Huaisang and Mingjue say the obviously familiar words together. “Sika galio, em inga oduna!”

Shaking his bottle at Guangyao and Xichen, Huaisang repeats the whole thing again, to long life, swift horses, and blue skies, until they join in.

Huaisang and Guangyao finish their bottles, and Xichen hands Mingjue the rest of his. He already feels lightheaded, and he doesn’t want to be drunk.

“What is your mother like?” Guangyao asks, surprising everyone. He looks like he regrets his words, though, and tenses as if preparing to run. “Does she enjoy this festival?”

Huaisang furrows his brow and answers the second question first.

“She endures it because my father loves it. Truly, she is the most generous person I know and the most terrifying.” An unconscious smile tilts his mouth. “She’s clever and stubborn and ambitious. She is not a soft mother, but she is wonderful. She would have been an exceptional ahukau, but she doesn’t like…” he looks at Mingjue for confirmation, “Being in the front of the room?”

“She is called Kiri’anata,” Mingjue offers. “It means…” He wiggles one hand and uses his other hand to move it around.

Huaisang laughs. “It means Shadow Hand,” he fills in, and Mingjue nods agreement.

Guangyao looks unusually confused. “It is known that she rules from behind your father?”

Huaisang shrugs. “They rule together, as partners. It’s not one or the other. They’re necessary to each other.”

Xichen can’t imagine what it must be like to have parents who love and respect each other. Who value each other.

He looks at Guangyao, who is staring at the ground, his expression a wholly neutral, blank mask Xichen recognizes from wearing it so often himself. Like now, when he is trying not to think of the treaty that forced Mingjue into this relationship or now, when he is trying not to think about what it means that Mingjue is the crown prince of his country and he is only Xichen.

“She is loved for who she is,” Mingjue adds, threading his fingers through Xichen’s.

“She is,” Huaisang agrees. “All the good and the difficult. Sometimes so difficult.” Huaisang’s eyes dance, and he laughs lightly, but he is watching Guangyao’s pensive, unchanging expression.

Huaisang is always watching everyone, Xichen thinks. Whatever he’s looking for, whatever it means to him, it’s too great a mystery for Xichen to puzzle out today. There is something else he would rather be doing.

“We’re leaving,” Xichen announces and turns, pulling Mingjue behind him. He looks back once to see Guangyao finally look up and meet Huaisang’s eyes without flinching.

The fireworks begin just before they reach Xichen’s tent, and the explosions reverberate through him, numbing his fingers and toes. Mingjue slows, intending to watch, but Xichen pulls him on, tugging off his coat before they’re even in the tent.

“Xichen,” Mingjue murmurs, cupping Xichen’s face in his hands, gentle as always. “What was your mother like?”

It isn’t what Xichen expected, but he says the first thing, the easiest, truest thing.

“She was beautiful.”

Xichen pauses and thinks. He seldom talks about his family. He rarely even talks about his former home. It has seemed like a necessary separation of the two halves of his life. And until now, Mingjue has never asked.

Xichen chooses this, too. He can not have a future without sharing his past.

“She told us stories of monsters and heroes. Stories of carp who became dragons, tigers who granted wishes,” Xichen says, smiling at the memories. “We played the guqin together. She was a healer. When we were boys, she taught my brother and I how to befriend the rabbits in the woods, although my brother was always more patient than me. Only the bravest rabbits would let me feed them.”

Mingjue laughs. “Ani, you are very fearsome, my bright heart.” He kisses Xichen’s forehead softly, lingering in the embrace. “Huan, will you tell me one of these stories?”

What can he do but agree? Xichen undresses Mingjue, and Mingjue undresses him, and they lay together in bed, legs tangled, Mingjue’s head on Xichen’s shoulder. Xichen tells him a story of a magical carp who granted bigger and more magnificent wishes to a man and his wife until the last wish was too greedy, too selfish, and the carp took everything away again.

“Tiras mau, Ahora’ipa,” Mingjue says drowsily, and Xichen smooths a hand over his hair and down his shoulder, listening to the sound of his breathing even out into sleep.

Love is such a surprise, he muses before he, too, falls asleep. It is a wonderful and perplexing surprise. Whatever their future holds, if he were to repeat the past, he would gladly pledge his heart and life, his honor and obedience to this man again, even if only in a treaty and not a true marriage contract. It is enough. Xichen curls deeper into the safety of Mingjue’s arms feeling lucky to have this much of him, his love and affection, and he will not wish for more, in case there comes a day he wants too much, and it is all taken away again.

Notes: Ahuti = The ahuti is the consort of the ahukau. It's gender neutral (as is ahukau). Roka iko auha em koni. Pia ei sakona auha em ga. Et taka ti eta engati hako. = I don't dance either, and I grew up with it. It's fun to watch, though.

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you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader. Chapter 2.

Reminder: this is gonna be a long fic! please be patient :)

You are finally ending an excruciating first week of dance rehearsals.

You’re gearing up finishing Act I finally, your brain feeling completely fried from all of the material given, especially the vocal parts. You were so used to singing the melody line of all the songs and being given the alto part was a challenge in itself, let alone applying singing while doing the choreography. The dancing was second nature but you didn’t realize how much stamina you’d actually need to getting the notes out without sounding breathy, pitchy or exhausted. You did NOT want to embarrass yourself in front of the OBC when it came time to integrate.

You had only worked with the ensemble closely so far and were getting close with Stephanie, the universal dance captain of the show. She had mentioned to you that the principals and ensemble members would be having a little hang out session at her brother’s penthouse apartment downtown after rehearsals ended tonight.

“Brilliant work today everyone. I know it’s been tough. But take the weekend to really review the material and let everything sink in.” Stephanie’s eyes were lit up. The way she was so attentive to detail and every backstory of every movement was so inspiring and eye opening.

You wiped the sweat off of your face as you partner, aka M3, aka George Eaker, aka Cedric, gave you a wink and a thumbs up. You were way too lucky to be matched with Cedric. If you jumped across the stage, somehow you’d trust him to catch you with seconds to spare before landing.

The ensemble cheered together and began to pan out to the house to grab their things and head up to their dressing rooms to get ready for the party.

“Is everyone coming tonight?” Stephanie yelled excitedly.

You heard a cannon of yeses and hell yeahs around the group.

“The wolfpack’s coming too!” That was her nickname for the OBC crew. “It’s gonna be a raaaaaager!” She started gyrating her hips. Everyone erupted with laughter.

“A safe one at that, of course. Be on your best behavior around Lin… just kidding he’s an absolute child.

Alright now go, get out. Go get hot.”

You followed the ensemble up the stairs backstage to end up at your dressing room which you shared with W4, Michelle.

“Girl... what’re ya wearing tonight? I can’t decide.” Michelle asked while anxiously rummaging through her back full of scribbled on legal pads, muscle rollers, and random items of clothing.

You had packed your favorite black jeans that made your legs look flawless, your signature suede boots, and a Kith hoodie. You wanted to look put together but also casual and cool. Most importantly, you wanted to impress all of your idols. This was your only chance to give them the best first impression of you.

You thought about grabbing your Oakland sweatshirt that your parents got you as a gag gift for Christmas, in honor of your celebrity crush’s hometown. You immediately regretted even thinking of wearing it, as Daveed would definitely find it way too weird. You were from Massachusetts... not California. The Bay Area would be embarrassed for you.

“I just brought these little guys. All black, of course. Feel like it does the job. Also, the sweatshirt will let me eat alllllll of the pizza guilt free.”

Michelle stared longingly at your suede boots. “These are fuckin fancy!”

“They’re only Steve Madden!!” You were proud of your ability to find luxury looking goods for a cheap price. You don’t think that will ever change, even when you saw your first broadway check hit your checking account.

You were happy you could share a safe and fun dressing room space with Michelle and knew the two of you would become close friends.

You both ran into the shower room across the hallway, and quickly washed off. You decided you were going to straighten your long light brown hair. You loved your hair, but it got so curly and tangled when you sweat. Thankfully they were going to put you in a wig for the show instead of using your natural locks. Being a head sweat-er was the worst. Your makeup was minimal, as you looked best with a nice dewy makeup glow, with highlighted cheekbones. You wore a nude matte lipstick, which matched the natural color of your lips, and lightly liquid lined a cat eye over your big (insert eye color) eyes.

You saw your reflection. You didn’t know if it was the confidence of finally reaching your goal or if you just were having a good hair/makeup day... but you were stunning.

“Damn mama!” Michelle gasped as she saw your finished look. “Whose mans are you about to steal at this gig? Better not be Cedric, he’s mine.”

You laughed. You couldn’t help to think about who you already had your heart set on.

“Definitely not Cedric.”

Michelle opened her iPhone 11 plus and immediately opted for a mirror selfie. She quickly opened Instagram and posted it to her story.

You opened the app yourself to go check if it looked good.

Posted 32 secs ago

#MamaHam and #TheBullet hit the town 🎉

“Ready?” Michelle asked, putting the final touches of her gold Fenty highlight on her cheeks. “We should grab a quick bite before hitting the place. I plan on drinking my weight in Truly seltzers tonight.”

“Let’s get it.” You smiled. “I’ll call the uber.”

——

You called the uber, hopped in, and began driving downtown. You felt your anxiety creeping up on you.

“Trulys? Really? I’m gonna need to be doing shots of Jager in order to be able to speak a single word to any of these principals.”

“What are you... nervous? You already got the role. You’re equals with these guys.”

She wasn’t wrong.

“Guess I’ll just have to act as chill as possible. That’s the plan anyways... also Michelle, wanna know something ridiculous?”

“What?”

“I’ve had a middle school full fledged crush on Daveed since I can remember.”

She blurted out with laughter.

“Well girl he is on the market now. Shoot ya shot.”

You already knew this. Daveed was recently single and focusing on rebuilding himself up. His breakup with his last girlfriend wasn’t bad. It was mature and mutual. You knew he was taking time to himself, so you didn’t want to be overbearingly flirtatious when you first met him.

You also couldn’t stop thinking about your ex, whom you left last year around this time. His goals just weren’t lining up with your future. He hated musicals, he hated almost everything you liked... but you couldn’t stand the fact you shattered his heart.

“I’ll see what happens... after 5 shots.” You responded, winking at Michelle.

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You arrived at the cutest little Italian place downtown in TriBeCa. You knew carbs and wine were the perfect pregame for this shindig.

After loads of pasta and splitting a bottle of wine, you began to feel the confidence needed to shake the nerves from you. You hit the bathroom to give yourself a double check before walking to your final destination.

—

As you walked up to the massive high rise residence, you couldn’t believe this was your lifestyle now. As you approached, you noticed an extremely familiar face exit the revolving door.

Holy shit, that’s Rafa.

Rafael Casal. Daveed Diggs’ best friend.

You stopped in your tracks stunned.

He turned his head immediately in your and Michelle’s direction.

“Y/N?! What’s going on?!”

“Shut up shut up shut up...” you whispered through your teeth. “Just keep walking.”

As he passed you both, he smiled, and turned into the Duane Reade on the corner. Probably picking up something he forgot.

You realized you would be on edge all night not being able to keep your cool. Rafa wasn’t even in the damn OBC and here you were, freaking out entirely on the freaking sidewalk.

Through the doors you went, passing the crystal clear marble floors, giant chandeliers, and up to the doorman.

“Can I help you beautiful ladies?”

Michelle blushed. The doorman was actually attractive.

“We’re here for Klemons? Penthouse 2?”

“Oh yeah! Hamilton!!! Love that show. Have fun!”

You hit the elevator as you looked down at your phone.

9:18pm

Perfect timing. Almost 20 mins late. Fashionably late, of course.

“Oh shit shit shit.”

You realized you haven’t changed your wallpaper from Daveed grabbing his crotch.

Michelle laughed as you fumbled to change your wallpaper to a pic of you and your family from when you were younger. Perfect. A conversation starter. Your overthinking was killing you softly.

Your teeth were legit chattering. You felt anxiety waves rush through your nervous system. The pit in your stomach grew. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. This was it. Your chance at something greater than you ever thought was possible to achieve.

The elevator doors opened to the open concept apartment. Voices were clashing over the blaring hip hop music in the dimly lit room. A full bar in the corner, Joe’s pizza scattered over the island in the kitchen. Beer pong set up on the dining room table.

There they were. Every single one of em. Scattered across the flat. Starstruck wasn’t even the beginning of what you felt.

Your eyes scanned quickly around.

There he was. Curly headed locks and all. Leaning up against the floor to ceiling windows that circled the place, holding a cocktail in his strong, large right hand accessorized with a few rings. Simply staring at the sights of the city. He looked like a million bucks and he was in a simple casual outfit. Light washed jeans, black boots, with his left hand in his black hoodie pocket.

Wait. You guys were wearing the same hoodie.

The same fucking hoodie.

Of course this would happen.

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 15 ; Ice Pick

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 6,123 Warnings: mentions of a seizure, one use of a spanish word, lydia and emma seeing peter, some name drops, this chapters pretty mild actually.. A/N: Hi, friends! Chapter 15! I can’t believe it. Uhm, I know nothing about ice skating, I’ve only been roller skating. All three girls are becoming somewhat civil at this point. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Beep beep beep beep. Beep beep beep beep. Beep beep beep beep.

My eyes shot open at the sound of my alarm clock going off. Groaning, I turned over and hit the off button. I rolled onto my back and laid there for a second, just thinking about the events that have played out the last couple of days. 

The night at the station, after Stiles brought me home, we sat in his room and talked.

Walking into Stiles bedroom, I let out a deep and long breath, plopping down on his bed. He walked in and sat down at his desk, as I crawled up the bed to his pillows, laying on my stomach.

“Do you have your homework for Harris' class”? he asked.

“No, I did it and turned it when I was done at the school,” I said, my face smooshed together from laying on his pillow, the back of my head facing him.

I took a deep breath and rolled over on my right side, ready to fall asleep when I felt the bed dip behind me. “No, I don't know the square root of Pi.”

Stiles chuckled. “I didn't ask for an almost Twilight reference,” he said, putting a hand on my shoulder to turn me to face him some. 

I turned my head and looked at him. “What?”

“Did you wanna talk about what happened with your mom?” He took a deep breath. “And about what happened at the station.”

“Derek took care of that, I'm--”

“Not that. Before then,” he said. “In my dad's office.”

I tried to look anywhere but at him. “Uhm...” I sat up and pulled my knees up to my chin, wrapping my arms around my legs. I rested my chin on my knees, as I muttered, “Not really.”

I didn't feel any sort of negative vibe from Stiles, just curiosity. I looked up at him and just stared for a second. 

“You don't have to if you don't want to,” he reassured me in a soft voice. He went to get up, but I grabbed his hand. I was going to tell him everything, but decided at the last minute not to. Instead, I leaned forward and kissed his cheek gently.

When I pulled back, I sighed and licked my lips. “That kiss doesn't change anything between us. I mean, I hope it will eventually, but not right now. Not with everything that's going on with my parents.”

Stiles gripped my hand a little tighter and smirked. “That's okay. I'll--”

“I mean, if you're wanting to date other girls, that's totally fine, I don't care,” I rushed. “You're almost 17, do whatever, but--”

I was on my way to Ramble Ave when I felt Stiles' hands on cheeks, causing my eyes to lock with his as he said, “Em, I want you and I'll wait for you. I promise.”

I nodded and kissed his cheek, getting up and walking out of his room to sleep in my own bed.

Was that the talk I wanted? No. I wanted to talk about my mom, but I guess the universe had different plans. I heard a piece of paper slide under my door, so I got up and walked over, picking it up from the ground. On it, it said, “Sorry about the other night with your mom… even though you didn’t actually talk to me about it. Hope I can make you feel better by taking you to the ice rink. I know it's been a while since you've been. It'll be fun. -Stiles. PS- gotta go in like 20 mins. Be ready by then.”

I smiled and chuckled at the note. I opened my door a little bit, watching as he was making his way back to his room. 

“Don't worry, I'll be ready soon,” I said, startling him. He turned and looked at me while I was laughing. He smirked at me and I knew what was coming next. “Stiles, don't!”

Too late. By the time I had finished my statement, he opened my door all the way and wrapped his arms around my middle, hoisting me off the ground. Still laughing, I felt my back hit the mattress. My eyes had closed when Stiles picked me up, so when I opened them as my laughter died, all I saw was Stiles staring down at me.

“Please, don’t tickle me,” I said. “I’m still hurting a little.”

He nodded and sat up, bringing me with him. “Are they still healing?”

Nodding back at him, I tucked some hair behind my right ear. “Yeah. They’re itching like a mother, so I asked Melissa about it when I had my appointment last week, and she said it was normal.”

“Good,” he said, quietly. “That’s good.”

I sighed and looked at my clock. Rolling my eyes and taking a deep breath, I said, “We have 15 minutes before we have to leave. Go back to your room and get dressed while I get ready, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, getting up and leaving my room. 

I took my time getting dressed, looking at the bottle of pain pills. I grabbed them off my vanity, walking downstairs and putting them in the medicine cabinet in the very back. 

“Ready to go?” Stiles asked, coming down the stairs.

“Uh, yeah,” I said. “Let’s go.”

~~~

Gym class. Gotta love gym glass. Today, however, was a fun gym class. Rock wall climbing day.

I wasn't too fond of heights. So, while Scott and Allison were climbing the wall, I was standing over by Stiles, arms wrapped around myself.

“Hey, it's gonna be okay,” he said. “Maybe Coach will pair us up, ya'know.”

“Yeah. Maybe,” I sighed.

Everyone started laughing, so I looked to see what the commotion was about. Because I wasn't paying attention, Scott either lost his footing and fell, or Allison pushed him causing him to fall. I'm gonna go with the latter on this one because I looked up and saw Allison laughing. She looked at me and shrugged with a smile on her face. Huh. I'm guessing she's on her way to liking me now? Either way, I'll take it!

Scott's harness gave out a few seconds later, sending him on his back to the ground. 

Coach sat on the mat next to Scott's head, laughing. “McCall, I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy.” He started laughing again. “Alright, next two. Stilinski, Erica, let's go.”

“Uh, Bo-- uh, Coach, can I go instead of Erica?” I asked.

Coach looked at me and thought for a moment. He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I know about your fear of heights. You're gonna sit today out.”

“But if you do that, then I'll get ridiculed for getting special treatment,” I whispered back, fully ready to argue. “We had a deal last year. I don't get special treatment just 'cause you're my uncle and the Coach... and my Econ teacher.”

He sighed deeply. “I'm not gonna risk you having a panic attack up there. Sit this one out. You can help me at the next practice.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.” I turned to Stiles, looking at him with annoyance from my uncle. “Have fun and don't fall.”

Stiles nodded his head and looked around for a second. He placed a quick kiss to my forehead and walked to the wall. I turned around and noticed that Erica had the same expression I had earlier. If she had a thing with heights like I do and she was being made to go up on the wall, then I would feel extremely bad. 

She walked up to the wall and got harnessed up, Stiles as well. They both started climbing and my sights were set on Stiles' back side. Damn, he had a nice ass.

He had made it up in record time while Erica was still struggling. I brought my bottom lip between my teeth and looked at her with worry. This was not gonna be good.

Erica was starting to hyperventilate while Stiles was celebrating. I looked at him and shook my head, then looked back up to Erica. 

“Oh, please...” she whimpered.

Coach and I rushed forward to stand underneath her, as did everybody else.

“Erica,” Coach said. “Dizzy?” He leaned over to me while still looking up at her. “Is it vertigo?”

“Vertigo's a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear,” I said, not taking my eyes off of Erica.

“She's just freaking out,” Lydia added. I looked down at her, glaring before I rolled my eyes and shook my head, putting my gaze back on Erica.

“Erica,” Coach said.

“I'm fine,” she replied.

“Bobby, maybe it's not safe. You know she's epileptic,” I said quietly, looking over at him. 

He looked back at me. “Wh-wh-why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff?”

“It's in her file you should've gotten at the beginning of the year,” I said. “I know. I put it in your filing cabinet.”

“Erica, y-you're fine. Just kick off from the wall. There's a mat to catch you. Come on,” Coach encouraged.

She kicked off the wall and landed gently on the mat.

“You're fine. You're on the ground,” Coach said.

“Aww. You do have a heart,” I sassed, putting my hand over my own. “The Tin Man has a heart.”

“You're alright. Let's go. Shake it off. You're fine,” Coach said.

“I retract everything I just said,” I said, putting my hand by my face. Erica rolled her eyes and walked away, trying not to cry at everyone laughing at her.

Not appreciating what the class was doing, I rolled my eyes and started walking away. “What a bunch of assholes.”

Scott stopped me from walking any further as we looked at each other . I knew the look he was giving me all too well; don't get involved.

Going back to the locker rooms, I went into the girls' and quickly changed. I had an extra bottle of body spray in Stiles' locker, so I closed mine and walked over to the boys' locker room. 

I went straight for Stiles' locker and opened it, grabbing my body spray and spritzing the scent into my hair and on my clothes. I replaced the cap and put the bottle back in his locker and closed it, starting my search for my best friends.

As Coached walked out of his office whistling to get the boys' attention, I stopped dead in my tracks at the equipment lockers. “Listen up,” Coach said. “Anybody see Isaac Lahey, you immediately tell the principal. Get a teacher, or you call me. Except for you Greenberg. Don't call me for anything. I'm not kidding. Don't call me. You shouldn't even have my number.”

I turned around, seeing that Scott and Stiles had walked up behind me. 

“Isaac?” Scott asked, walking over to their lockers… where I just was.

“It's Derek's problem now,” Stiles replied.

I walked behind them to their lockers. Once we reached our destination, I leaned against the outside of Scott's.

“What do you mean tonight's not a good idea?” Stiles asked, getting ready to take off his shirt to switch it out.

Scott opened his locker and I groaned. He looked at me with confused brows. “What?”

“You just--” I had to stop myself. “Nothing. Reply to him, please.”

Scott shook his head quickly, taking a deep breath. “I don't know. That thing we saw last night, Isaac missing, Allison's grandfather. All this stuff happening with Derek just doesn't feel right.”

Scott closed his locker just as Stiles had finished putting his shirt on. “No, you're not backing out,” Stiles said. “Do you wanna know why? Because you and Allison are obviously having quite a good time together. And you wanna know who else wants to have a good time? Stiles! Stiles wants to have a good time... many, many times. Several times in a row. In several different positions. Are you even listening to me?”

While Stiles was ranting about wanting to have sex, Scott had this look on his face like something was wrong. All three of us looked down to his hand, seeing it shaking.

“Scotty, what is that? Why are you shaking?” I rushed out, scared that something was wrong with him. He rushed out of the locker room, Stiles and I looking at each other for a second before following. Apparently, so did the rest of the class. 

Scott caught Erica right before she fell to the ground. Stiles and I ran over to Scott's right side, Allison to his left. Erica was shaking violently, this letting us know that she's having a seizure.

“Put her on her side,” Allison said. “Put her on her side.”

Stiles and I looked at each other then back at Scott. 

“How'd you know?” Allison asked.

“I just felt it,” Scott replied, his hand in Erica's.

The ambulance came not long after to take Erica to the hospital. Everyone went back to the locker rooms to finish changing into their regular clothes then went off to class.

I was waiting for Stiles outside of the locker room. When he came out, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder walking down the hallway.

“Ya’know,” I said. “If you wait just a liiiiiiittle bit longer, you'll be able to have a good time in several positions, multiple times.” I looked up at him, seeing his cheeks flush a pinky hue.

“Well, guess I'm gonna wait then,” he replied, giving me a cheeky smile causing me to chuckle.

~~~

Walking into the cafeteria, Stiles and I spotted the person we wanted to talk to, going over and sitting at his table. 

Stiles tried to act all inconspicuous. “Boyd,” he greeted.

“Hi, Boyd,” I greeted sweetly.

“You got the keys?”

Boyd held out said keys, making Stiles chuckle and grab them, but before he could pull them away, Boyd grabbed the other half he was still holding.

Stiles tried to yank them away, but Boyd's grip didn't falter... or loosen. Damn, he was kinda strong.

“This isn't a favor,” Boyd said to Stiles. “It's a transaction.”

“Right, yeah,” Stiles said, releasing the keys. He nodded his head once and looked at me, reaching in his pocket to get the money they agreed upon. He slammed his hand onto the table and showed Boyd the amount he grabbed.

“I said fifty,” Boyd said. 

Because I knew where this was headed before I knew where this was headed, I had already asked my mom for the money. I told her I needed it for an after school activity. It wasn't technically a lie, per se, but it wasn't the full truth either.

“Really, I... I remember twenty,” Stiles said. “I don't know. I have a really good verbal memory.”

Boyd looked at me, silently asking me if he was for real. I shrugged and silently said back that you can't choose your friends. Well, in my case, more like family.

“I remember twenty,” Stiles continued. “I remember that distinctive twa sound. Twa-enty.”

“I said fifty. With a fa sound,” Boyd said. I snorted and pinched my lips between my teeth, my hand going over my mouth to conceal the laugh I so desperately wanted to let out.

“Hear the difference?” Boyd continued. “If you can't, I can demonstrate some other words with the fa sound.”

“Uh, no, no, no,” Stiles said. “I think I'm recalling it. No. Heh. Maybe I just got it confused with... for... ty.” He set another twenty on the table.

Boyd grabbed a Dorito from his bag and popped into his mouth. Can't read his poker face, ladies and germs.

Stiles sighed and tried to reason with Boyd. Keyword: tried. “Come on, man, have you seen the piece of crap Jeep that I drive?”

“You seen the piece of crap bus that I take?” Boyd retorted.

Getting tired of Stiles' antics, I gave Boyd the fifty I had and smiled sweetly at him, taking Stiles' forty bucks.

Boyd smiled back at me, and handed me the keys.

“Thank you, Boyd. Don't spend that all in one place,” I joked.

Stiles and I got up and walked over to the table that Scott was sitting at. I placed the keys down on the table, sitting down.

“Got 'em,” Stiles said. “Well, Emma.. got them. We'll pick you up right after work tonight and we'll meet at the rink, cool?”

“Oh, who said I was going?” I asked, shock laced in my voice.

“You did. This morning,” Stiles retorted.

“Uhm, no, no. Nothing was said to me about skating. Therefore, I'm not going and being a fifth wheel.” I put my hands up to say that I had made my point.

“Yeah, it was mentioned. In the little note I gave you this morning? Come on, Em, please? For me?” 

I looked over at him, seeing he had his bottom lip sticking out in a pout. I was about to reply when I noticed Scott looking off behind me. I looked at Stiles with curious brows and turned my head to look over my shoulder.

Walking into the cafeteria with perfect hair, a white tank top, a black jacket, a mini black leather skirt and leopard print heels was Erica. I could've sworn she looked different this morning. She walked over to a table with two boys, and salaciously bent over it, grabbing an apple from one of the boys trays. She bit into the apple and wiped the juice from the corner of her mouth.

Slamming her hands on the table, Lydia asked, “What... the holy hell... is that?”

“It's Erica,” Scott said. 

We all watched her walk out of the cafeteria, taking another bite out of the apple.

As if on cue, Scott, Stiles and myself got up from the table and followed her out to the front of the school, watching her get in Derek's Camaro. Derek looked over at us and smiled cockily before driving off.

Stiles and I looked over at Scott, wondering what hell just happened. Well, that's what I thought, anyway. Not sure what they were thinking.

~~~

I was laying on my side with my books and homework in front of me when I heard a knock at my door. 

“Entrar,” I said.

My door opened as a voice said, “Hey, Scott's about to-- why aren't you dressed?”

I looked up at the source of the voice; Stiles. Chuckling, I looked back down at my homework, shaking my head, saying, “I told you. I'm not going.”

Stiles sighed and set down his backpack, walking into my room. “I swear it'll be fun.”

“Yeah, because being around Lydia's gonna be a blast,” I said sarcastically.

“Who said she was coming?” he asked.

Without looking, I grabbed my phone and handed it to him.

Scotty: Look, I know you don't want to, but just please come tonight. You'll have fun, plus it'll get your mind off things... maybe even help you sort some out, too.

Emma: … I'll think about it.

Scotty: Great. Oh, and Lydia's coming, too.

Emma: 😑

I looked up at Stiles through my lashes with a raised brow.

“I didn't invite her,” he defended.

“Allison probably did,” I said. 

“Hey,” he said, taking my homework, putting it in my book and closing it. He rolled me over on my back and hovered over me, looking at me upside down. “You know she's just trying to be friends with you.”

“Yeah, but did she have to invite my literal enemy?” I said. “I mean, I get that telling her Lydia's a horrible person made a red flag go up for her, but I mean--”

“She’s a big girl,” Stiles said. “Plus, I think Scott had a talk with her about you, and maybe she changed her mind.”

“About?”

“Well, you’re protective,” Stiles said. “When it comes to me and Scott, you’re protective. I think now maybe she sees that you said all of that just to protect her.”

I looked away from him for a moment, picking up my phone as it dinged. I read the message that came through, sighing. “Fine,” I relented, looking up at him. “But if I start feeling like a fifth wheel, I’m walking home.”

“Got it,” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket to check the message that had just come through. “Gotta get Scotty. You coming or not?”

“I think I have to now,” I sassed.

“Good. Get dressed.”

About 15 minutes later, we found ourselves outside of the animal clinic. When I saw Scott locking up the doors, I climbed in the backseat. 

He got in and scrunched up his nose, looking back at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Why do I smell--” he said, stopping his words to smell the air around him. “Annoyance?”

I sighed, and rolled my eyes. “Stiles, please drive. I want to get this night over with.”

~~~

About 15 or so minutes later, we showed up at the ice rink, meeting Allison and Lydia.

Be cool, Emma, be cool.

Stiles unlocked the door and opened them, him, Scott and myself walking in. Turning to his left, Stiles turned on the lights, looking back at me and Scott and giving a playful smile, to which Scott returned. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the desk where the skates were, grabbing my size and walking to the benches.

I took off my shoes and put my skates on, listening but not wanting to listen to Stiles and Lydia. I mean, I know he confessed stuff to me at the dance and I didn't say anything back, but I was kind of hurt that he would sit with her and not me, but I guess beggars can't be choosers.

“Could it be any colder in here?” Lydia asked.

I heard unzipping, so I looked over my shoulder at the two, watching as Stiles took a bright orange jacket out of his bag.

“Here,” he said, handing it to Lydia… who didn't take it. Shit, I would’ve! It’s cold in here!

She looked at it and then back at him saying, “I'm wearing blue. Orange and blue, not a good combination.”

I pinched my lips behind my teeth, knowing Stiles didn't like that answer and she was gonna get an earful from him.

“But it's the colors of the Mets,” he said. This boy and his love for the Mets. Made me smile a little.

Lydia looked at him like she didn't care. He wadded the jacket in his hands and went to put it back in his bag when he saw me looking at him. He held it out to me, so I looked down at my own outfit. I was wearing my regular blue jeans and white tee. I shrugged and held my arms out to catch it when he threw it. Putting it on, I was instantly consumed by warmth.

Not wanting to hear anything else, I stood up and walked over the edge of the carpet, psyching myself up to get on the ice. Stiles was right; it'd been a while. 

I took a deep breath and placed one skate on the ice, then the other as slowly as I could. I needed to get my skating legs back. Once I was sure I had my balance, I pushed forward a few times. When I didn't fall, I went a little faster on the ice, skating towards the middle of the rink to do a few small turns before doing an even bigger one.

I just happened to look over as Scott stepped on the ice then proceeded to fall. Right. On. His. Face.

I couldn't help the laugh that came out of me.

About a minute later, Lydia and Stiles made their way to the ice. I tried to stay a good distance away from them, but Lydia had other ideas. She came over by me and geared herself up for professional style spins. 

I stood next to her as she spun and crossed my arms, while keeping balance on one leg. I raised a brow at her and shook my head, skating over where Stiles stood, totally prepared to get off the ice and back into my regular shoes.

He grabbed my arm gently and looked at me, “Where are you going?”

“This wasn't a good idea,” I said. 

“Spin for me,” he said, surprising the hell out of me.

I looked at him with incredulous brows. “What?”

“I saw you spinning earlier,” he said. “Spin for me. Please?”

My eyes went soft as I looked at him before I closed them and took a deep breath, nodding. I skated back to where Lydia and I were, essentially doing the same thing I had done before; doing a few small turns before doing a bigger one.

When I looked back over at Stiles, he had his mouth open like he couldn't believe what he just witnessed.

I skated back up to him. “Like what you see?” I said, trying to be all cute.

“Very,” he replied.

I smiled a little at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him along with me. He laced our fingers together, coming up to my side.

“Having fun?” he asked.

“Eh. A little,” I shrugged. “I did have a lot of homework to do, though. And I had to look at a play that Coach wanted me to look at for the next practice.”

“Is he ever gonna let me play?” he asked.

“Maybe. If you freaking show up,” I said, poking his arm and giggling. I looked over watching Scott and Allison. She was a few feet behind him as he skated up to the wall. He was doing fine... until the front half of his body made contact.

I chuckled and looked up at Stiles, who had a look on his face.

“What?” I asked.

“Gotta pee,” he said, almost like he didn't want to.

I chuckled again, but this time at him. “Well, go. I'll still be here.”

“You're the best,” he said, kissing my temple before skating off. He stopped and turned back to face me with a grimace look on his face.

All I could was smile and shake my head. “It's fine. Go.”

He skated off the ice and went straight for the bathroom.

While he was doing his business, I skated around a little before I noticed a flower petal on the ice. Scrunching my brows in confusion, I knelt down on the ice and picked it up. I was a little confused as to why I was holding a wolfsbane pedal.

“You see it, too?” Lydia asked me. I looked up to see that she was standing in front of me. I looked between her legs and saw a line of them.

“Lyds, move,” I said. I started crawling along the line of petals, wondering where they were leading. I stopped once I saw the actual flower sticking out of the ice. I looked back at Lydia to see that she was still standing in the same spot where I left her. I was starting to pant a little as I turned my sights back to the flower. I noticed that parts of the ice looked a little like snow, so I brushed it away to reveal a face of a man; Peter Hale. He opened his eyes and I started to pant even more. He suddenly jumped up, putting his hands on the ice and his face up to it, silently screaming, his head jerking super fast.

I had tears in my eyes as I started screaming my head off. I was scratching at the ice when Stiles came to my side, trying to pull me back. “Emma, baby, it's alright. You're fine, you're okay,” he said in my ear. 

I knew he was there, but I was sobbing uncontrollably that I didn't think I heard him. It was when he put his body in front me that I started to calm down my sobs. He put his hands on my cheeks and lifted my face up to look at him. “You're okay.”

“Stiles, I saw Peter. He was in the ice,” I sobbed, rushing my words. “You told me he was dead, he's supposed to be dead, Stiles. Why am I seeing him?! What the hell’s happening to me?!”

Stiles pulled me into a hug and ran his hand down my hair, repeatedly. “I don't know. Come on, we'll go home. I'll run you a bath.”

I nodded and stood up with his help. He helped me skate over to the carpeted area, telling Scott in a low voice, “She saw Peter. Not sure why. I'm gonna take her home.”

I looked up and saw Scott looking at me, clearly concerned for one of his best friends. “Okay,” he nodded. 

“I'm sorry, Scotty. I didn't mean to ruin your night,” I said, tears running down my cheeks. He pulled me out of Stiles' arms and into his for a hug.

“You didn't. Hey,” he said, pulling back to look me in the eyes. “We'll figure this out, okay?”

I nodded and looked at Allison. She looked back at me and instantly pulled me into a hug. I was getting a lot of hugs right now and while I was thankful for them, they weren't necessary. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. For everything. I didn't mean what I said about Lydia.”

“Shhh, it's okay. I forgive you,” she said. “I wouldn't have wanted you to come if I didn't.”

I looked back at her. “You wanted me here?”

“Yeah. So did Lydia.” She turned her sights to Lydia, who was slowly skating up to us, tears also running down her cheeks.

“I thought it'd be nice to hang out again,” Lydia said, almost shyly. “Try to be friends again since we're hanging in the same group.”

I was stunned at this information. All I could was look back at Stiles and hang my head. “Take me home, please.”

Stiles took me home immediately after that, running me a warm bath, and spending the night with me in my room. I sure as hell didn't feel like being alone.

~~~

The next day at lunch, Stiles and I ran into the cafeteria looking for Scott. We found him... and Allison. Stiles stopped right before he ran into her, making me in return run into him.

“Shit, Stiles! Don't do that,” I said.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

Allison walked away, so we walked up to Scott, Stiles walking to his left, me to his right.

“Scott,” Stiles said, pointing to an empty table. “Do you see that?”

“What? It's an empty table,” Scott replied.

“Yeah, but who's empty table, Scotty,” I said. 

Like a light bulb went off in his head, Scott said, “Boyd.”

“There we go,” I sassed.

Walking out of the cafeteria, Scott said, “I can go to the ice rink and see if he's there. And if he's not at home, one of you call me, got it?”

Stiles stopped walking, making me and Scott stop walking. 

“What?”

“Maybe we should let him,” Stiles said. “Boyd, ya’know, man? You said Derek's giving them a choice, right?”

Grabbing his arm, Scott walked forward, telling Stiles, “We can't.” before he let go of his arm.

I started walking quickly to catch up with them, placing myself in between them.

“You gotta admit, Erica looks pretty good,” Stiles said. “You know, the word 'sensational' comes to mind.”

I cleared my throat, giving him a raised brow to let him know I wasn't too happy with that comment.

“How could you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?” Scott and I asked.

“Alright, all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility,” Stiles said to Scott.

“They are,” Scott said. “And you know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible.”

“Alright, I'm with you,” Stiles said. “Em?”

I looked at both boys, sighing before sassing out, “I suppose.”

“And I also gotta say this newfound heroism is making me very attracted to you,” Stiles said.

“Shut up,” Scott and I said, once again.

“Okay, we've got to stop doing that,” I said, holding a hand up.

“No, seriously,” Stiles said, stopping us from walking any further. “Do you wanna just try making out for a sec?”

Scott wasn't having any of it because he reached around my back and shoved Stiles forward. I chuckled and started walking forward with Scott.

“Just to see how it feels,” Stiles said, trying his damnedest to get Scott to relent.

~~~

Pulling up in front of Boyd's house, Stiles slammed his brakes, sending my flying forward. “I swear to God, you need to retake Driver's ED,” I said.

“Sorry,” Stiles replied, getting out of the Jeep. I wasn't sure if he really was sorry for rushing it like he did.

I got out of the Jeep and ran up the steps to Boyd's house. “Hey, Boyd?” I said, knocking on his front door. Stiles looked over into the window that was right beside the door, knocking on it.

“Hey, Boyd?” Stiles said. “It's Stiles and Emma.”

Receiving no response, Stiles turned around, exclaiming, “Oh-- wow.”

I turned around to see what he was talking about and saw that Erica was standing right there. She giggled at him and I glared at her with narrowed eyes.

“What are you two doing here, Stiles?” she asked.

“Uh,” he said, looking at me. “Nothing, we were just looking for, uhm...”

“Boyd. We were looking for Boyd,” I said.

“Yeah. Yes. What she said,” Stiles confirmed.

She squinted her eyes and slightly turned her head at Stiles, asking, “You know what you're doing right now that's kind of funny?”

Stiles shook his head. Oh, no. I knew exactly where this was headed.

You see, the first night I stayed with the Stilinski men after my dad came to the video store drunk the night Alpha almost attacked me and Jackson, I was getting ready for bed. I was wearing my normal tank top and shorts like I always did during the summer time. Stiles had walked in and accidentally looked at my... chest region. Ever since then, he'd have that exact look on his face. The typical face of a guy trying not to look down.

I also realized that Erica was stalling. For what, I had no clue why.

“You're only looking in my eyes,” she said.

Mental facepalm.

Stiles nodded his head a couple times, both of us asking, “That's funny?”

“Well, yeah,” she said, looking between the both of us. “Because it's that kind of look where you're trying not to look anywhere other than my eyes, but you want to, don't you? You want a nice, long, hard... look.” She stepped closer to him, trying to act all sexy... or... whatever. She was acting whorish.

Stiles closed his eyes tight, desperately not wanting to look down at her chest. He opened his eyes and shook his head, unimpressed frown on his face. “Not really. No.”

“Oh. It's just my eyes?” she asked, backing up a couple steps.

“Yes. You have beautiful eyes,” Stiles said, voice sounding like it's wanting to crack.

“I have beautiful everything.”

“A newfound self-confidence. Congratulations, Erica. We should get going,” I said, not wanting to be around her anymore. What I really wanted to do was stay and trying beating the holy shit out of her for trying to make Stiles do something he didn't wanna do.

I went to take a step forward, but Erica stopped me by putting a hand on my chest. I looked down at her hand then back up to her eyes, the look of get your hand off my boobs on my face.

“You two aren't not going anywhere,” she said.

“Why not?” I asked. “By the way, can you please remove your hand?”

“Stiles is having car trouble,” she said, holding up the Jeep's starter.

Stiles and I both looked at it in shock. Erica hit Stiles in the head with it, turning back to me. 

“Hit me and I'll send the Argent's after your werewolf ass,” I told her. I guess she didn't wanna listen because she hit me anyway.

~~~

Waking up smelling garbage, I had a pounding headache. I put my hands up and felt something uneven. I pushed up and saw light, so I pushed with all my strength. Apparently, I was in a dumpster. A fucking dumpster.

“Gee. Thanks, Erica. You're a lively one,” I sassed. Stiles popped up beside me as I looked over at him and said, “She's such a bitch.”

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A/N 2: Gif was made by moi. 

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1. When is your birthday? October 27th

2. What’s your favorite color? I'm not sure to be honest, it changes with how I'm feeling or what I'm looking at, lately red

3. What’s your lucky number? 42

4. Do you have any pets? I do!!! I have a yellow lab. He's the best <3

5. How tall are you? 5"5

6. How many pairs of shoes do you own? I believe 17

7. Favorite song? Oof loaded question I have too many haha At the moment I really adore 'Sweet Hibiscus Tea' by Penelope Scott

8. Favorite movie? Why must you make me choose??? I'd have to say Lord of the Rings Extended Trilogy. 'That still only counts as one' ;)

9. What’s your ideal partner? Someone who gets me that I get too

10. Do you want children? Maybe. I'm only 21 and honestly haven't thought about it much

11. Have you gotten in trouble with the law? I have not

12. What color socks are you wearing? ...invisible...I'm barefoot haha

13. Bath or shower? Shower, hands down

14. Favorite type of music? Most everything. I really like bedroom pop or indie music though

15. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2 1/2

16. What position do you sleep in? Usually on my stomach or on my side

17. What do you not like when you’re sleeping? Being too warm

18. What do you have for breakfast? I usually don't eat it, but when I do its a PBJ on toast

19. Have you ever tried archery? I have! We had to do it in gym class, but I'd like to learn again

20. Favorite fruit? Ooooh it's a tie between Peaches and Honeycrisp apples

21. Favorite swear word? I don't swear much, but probably 'F*cknuggets'

22. Do you have any scars? Surprisingly no. The one that should have would be tiny and I can't see it

23. Are you a good liar? I'm not, and I don't like to lie

24. What’s your personality type? ENFP I think, but everything was down the middle so who knows haha

25. What’s your favorite type of girl? She knows

26. Left or right handed? Right Handed

27. Favorite food? Hmmm Pizza? I don't really have favorites, but I do love me some Cadbury Creme Eggs

28. Are you clean or messy? Very clean, but I can be messy

29. Favorite foreign food? Does spaghetti count? I'm American, everything's technically from other cultures

30. How long does it take for you to get ready? Maybe 20 mins, but sometimes an hour or so

31. Most used phrase? Oh dear/oh balls

32. Are you a good singer? I think I'm alright

33. Do you sing to yourself? Near constantly

34. Biggest fear? Hurting/losing/bothering the people I care about...and sharks...it's the teeth

35. Do you like long hair or short hair? I like either

36. Are you into gossip? Not really

37. Extrovert or introvert? Ambivert

38. Fave school subject? Music, art, or history. In college: music, film, and psych...I liked anatomy and literature too though

39. What makes you nervous? Many things, I've got anxiety my dudes

40. Who was your first real crush? I would say probably my best friend. I didn't get crushes a lot, but I really liked him. We're both gay now :D

41. How many piercings do you have? I had two in my earlobes but I took 'em out. Kinda want them back though...and maybe more...

42. How fast can you run? Fairly. I used to be real fast (softball player) but I've slowed down a bit

43. What makes you angry? Injustice, bullying, people coming after my people

44. Do you like your own name? I do. It's unique

45. What are your weaknesses? Probably my arms hehehe I dunno, my over-analysis/over-thinking and impatience

46. What are your strengths? I'm kind and understanding

47. What is the color of your bedspread? Brown, white, and blues

48. Color of your room? Surf blue and white

I'll tag @lespressobean0415 @zuko-the-turtleduck @claracaboozle and anyone else who'd like to join in

#tag game #zalie #about me #alienslikedmyfantasy

[creek-cryptid-deluxe]

Today we will start the...

Running List of Weird Shit the Dogs Do

(I shall reblog to add to it as needed I suppose)

Indie (the one shaped like a rat terrier but I'm 90% sure is actually a chaos demon who is so full of crimes that her little body has the density of a dwarf star)

Will sit in front of the couch, making uncomfortable eye contact & screaming, until I put down a fuzzy blanket for her to sit/lay on... even though my couch is a velvety plush material.

Wants any toy Bailey has, but also has favorites that she feels are hers alone to destroy.

Aggressively yells at anyone who comes into the house that isn't me, Dad, or The Spawn... no matter how many times they've been here or if they live here. (We're working on that)

Has somehow climbed halfway up the tree in the backyard in an attempt to get to a squirrel.

Has repeatedly tried to smash through windows & the wooden side gate using her head as a battering ram to reach squirrels & other dogs.

Must have the lights turned out & see me put on my tea by 10:05 pm EVERY night. Non compliance results in her standing on my lap, screaming & knocking shit out of my hands with her grimey little paws.

Sits like a people regularly

Will give you the MOST judgemental side eye if she is displeased with your activities

Despite her surgery going magnificently, the surgeon saying she healed better & faster than most patients he sees, she still holds that leg up like when it was injured when she sits BUT only when sitting for food. If it's not for a snack or feeding time, she sits completely normally.

She literally just jumped onto the couch, sat on my leg, ripped the most toxic fart, looked at me in disgust as if I did it, & hopped down to go lay on my bed with Bailey. What the actual fuck.

Bailey (the 100 lb great dane/lab who is a big baby but barks like she means business... spoiler, she does not mean business. Ever.)

Prefers to be touching me at all times. If she had her way, I would literally be petting her 24/7. She will ram her massive head into me repeatedly & aggressively if she feels that it has been too long since her last pets. Too long is usually about 20 mins unless she's napping.

Has to be coaxed into eating. We put down her bowl & she comes up to us doing her guilty smile, refusing to eat until we pet her, tell her it's ok & to eat breakfast, then tap her bowl.

Believes squirrels to be a very serious threat.

Will lean her full body weight against your legs if you are standing somewhere. This is problematic as she weights only 40 lbs less than me & my hips/knees are unstable at best

Will immediately start wagging her tail if you whisper "puppy" in her general vicinity. Her tail can be heard thumping on items throughout the entire house.

Picks up toys or stuffies if she wants to bark in the house. This is not to stop herself from yelling in the house, which is a no no, but because she seems to think that if a toy/stuffie slightly muffles the yelling it's somehow ok. She is incorrect.

Is an absolute pro at the passive aggressive sighing. Honestly, my martyr of a passive aggressive aunt could learn a thing or two from Bailey's level of passive aggression

Will dangle a toy in front of Indie to get her interest, run off so Indie follows, pretend to put up a fight for the toy with Indie being the triumphant victor... all so Bailey can take her spot on the couch or take a toy that she really wanted but Indie had. The manipulation tactics & logic used are frightening to say the least.

Will lay on her back on the couch so that when I get up in the morning I see her & will be compelled by the cuteness to lay down with her & pet her belly until she decides to be done.

Knows an astonishing number of words. I can tell her to "take the baby outside" & she will dangle a toy in front of Indie until she shows interest, then run out the dog door, knowing Indie will follow. She knows more than she lets on & I suspect she plays dumb frequently.

In the same vein, if I tell her that Em or Grandma are coming over, she perks up, & goes to watch for them out the porch window. I know when their car has pulled up because her tail starts hitting the wall & she tippy taps.

Also related, if I ask if she wants to go to Grandma's, she loses her fucking mind & starts zooming through the house, ending up in the oversized armchair in the dining room, where we have her sit to get her harness & any necessary clothing on for trips/walks.

That's all I could think of for now. But expect updates.

Unless you are me, don't reblog, don't steal. Swiper no swiping. Get your own dogs who do weird shit.

[thisisnotacomp]

R.I.P. MF DOOM

At around 1 PM Pacific on New Years eve I scrolled through twitter after putting my little dude down for a nap. I was looking to take a mental break after trying to keep my 20 month old occupied inside for 5 hours on a rainy ass winter day in Seattle. That is when I read the news of Daniel Dumile’s aka MF DOOM’s passing. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Of all the artists who I have closely followed MF DOOM has to be the most iconic. He was a singular talent that stood high above all but a few others in my book. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. This was not the mental break I was looking for. I took a few mins to digest the news, luckily I had at least 90 mins left of nap time to work through it. 

Since reading the news I was a bit surprised to see the outpouring for this relatively obscure MC. That is not to say DOOM was an unknown figure, quite the opposite. Q-Tip summed it up best saying that MF Doom was your favorite MC's favorite MCs. I expected to hear quite a bit from the legends of the underground and NYC hip-hop community but was a bit taken aback from the articles published by NPR, The Financial Times and many others. Reading them has helped, it feels good to see DOOM get his do. 

DOOM has been a constant presence in my life so long I honestly don't remember when I heard him first. All I know is that it was sometime in 2001. Over the past days I have been listening to a lot of his music and if I had to guess it was the track “Black List” off of Prefuse 73′s 2001 Vocal Studies + Uprock Narratives LP. At the time hip-hop made up about 10-20% of the music I listened to. I was more into electronic and rock music at the time and 2001 had some great releases. Here is a short list:

Avalanches - Since I Left You Radiohead - Amnesiac White Stripes - White Blood Cells Herbert - Bodily Functions Jay-Z - The Blueprint Daft Punk - Discovery

But the top 3ish for me that year were: 1. Strokes - Is This It 2. Prefuse 73 - Vocal Studies + Uprock Narratives 3. Cannibal Ox - The Cold Vein / Aesop Rock - Labor Days

To say there were a few good LP’s released in 2001 would be an understatement. But back to DOOM. I loved that Prefuse album, what he was doing blew my mind. I was also a huge fan of Aesop Rock who like DOOM is one of the best MC’s ever. Hearing DOOM rap on the cut up beat had to be my intro. Now remember this was before you could stream anything, and at a time record stores were over charging for everything. Also remember Napster and the other P2P services were in full effect so if you knew how, you could find just about anything on the interwebs. I did some digging, talked to a few friends and tracked down DOOM’s first LP “Operation Doomsday” and my world was never the same. I still remember hearing lines like: Clang! Crime don't pay, listen, youth It's like me holding up the line at the kissing booth I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth Spittin' all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth I was hooked. From then on out I have been following Dumile ever since. At the time I was in College and had more time than money. Listening to music filled a lot of that time. The money I did have started going to records in early 2002. Back then vinyl was cheap, as everyone was still buying CD’s. I figured if I could just burn a CD where was the value. I can still support artists by buying vinyl so that is what I did. To give credit where credit is due, my buddy Alex was a huge influence. One weekend he brought me to a record on 13th and Pine called Respect Records. They had a ton of underground Hip-Hop and I we hit that place up every time we were back in Seattle. I bought most of my Def Jux and Stones Throw albums from there. Its closed now and I really miss that spot. The owner knew us and what we were looking for. He held a white label copy of Madlib’s Stevie LP aside for me. At the time I thought I had found the holy grail. He also pushed me to Doom. I picked up a few singles there along with Take Me to Your Leader, Madvillian and Special Herbs 1 & 2.

The 2 MF DOOM releases that had the biggest impact on me were Operation Doomsday and Madvillian. The later is still my favorite hip-hop LP of all time and in contention for my favorite LP ever released. Its damn near perfect. I think what makes is so great is its timeless feel. If it dropped today I feel it would be just a relevant. It hasn’t aged a bit, or I should say nothing feels dated which is a rare accomplishment for a 16 year old release. 

03/04 was peak DOOM. Between June of 03 and November of 04 he released what can only be described as an historic run of classic LP’s:

“Take Me to Your Leader” under the King Geedorah alias “Vaudeville Villain” under the Viktor Vaughn alias “Madvillainy“ a joint release with Madlib “MM... Food” as MF DOOM

Along with these LP’s he dropped another one as Viktor Vaughn and half of his Special Herbs instrumental albums. At the end of 2004 there was no doubt MF DOOM was one of the greatest MC’s of all time. In 2005 he released the Mouse and the Mask as a joint LP with Danger Mouse. The album was clearly a way to get DOOM some cash flow from the folks at Adult Swim but its a solid release in its own right. Up until 2005 everything Doom touched was gold. 

After this point, his output slowed down. There was talk of a second Madvilian LP which we are still waiting for along with a host of other side projects. DOOM did a few guest verses here and there but overall things were quite. DOOM’s final full length “Born Like This” was released in 2009. It was a return to form and while it might not be a certified classic like his early works its damn close. 

I put this together to get some thoughts out of my head. Honestly the news of  Daniel Dumile’s passing was a gut punch. He was more than an MC he was an icon for so many. No one wrote rhymes like DOOM. No one in hip-hop has created a universe like DOOM. There will never be another MF DOOM. Here are a few lyrics to prove it. 

“He came with more rhymes than molecules in air”

“What up? To all rappers: shut up with your shutting up And keep a shirt on, at least a button-up Yuck, is they rhymers or stripping males? Out of work jerks since they shut down Chippendales They chipping nails, DOOM tipping scales Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shipping sales This one goes out to all my peoples skipping bail Dipping jail, whipping tail and sipping ale”

“Already woke, spared a joke, barely spoke, rarely smoke Stared at folks when properly provoked, mirror broke Here, share strawberry morning, gone an more important spawning Torn in, poor men sworn in Cornish hens switching positions, auditioning morticians Saw it in a vision, ignoring prison Ignoramuses enlist and sound dumb Found 'em drowned in cow's dung, crowns flung”

“Don't let the drama getcha In the only genre of music where the fans shoot the messenger Bitch niggas talk behind your back like a catcher Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher”

“Oooo my aching hands, from raking in grands and breaking in mic stands”

“Catch a throatful from the fire vocal Ash and molten glass like Eyjafjallajökull”

“Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster”

“Ever since the womb ’til I’m back where my brother went That’s what my tomb will say Right above my government; Dumile Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who’s to say?”

R.I.P. MF DOOM. 

#mf doom

[fireteam-dauntless]

A Tale of Two Guardians IX

Part 1 of the Destined Series. Chapter 9 : Evacuation masterlist

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There was radio silence for the next 20 minutes.  We were waiting on Skinner to finish his scouting mission.  I was on one knee by the Legionaries that were transporting our Guardians, checking ammunition and trying to keep my focus off of the dead bodies of my friends that were next to me.  I kept my sniper perched on my leg and I could see Maverick was casting a glance my way every now and then.  Then the comms light up, and the two of us opened up the channel so Skinner could come through.

“So I’ve got two routes for you,” Skinner said through the Taken static.

“Alright let’s hear ‘em,”  Maverick responds.

“You’ve got the most direct route but there’s a lot of Taken there with a couple rifts.”

“Alright, what about option two?”

“It’s completely out of the way but there’s no rifts and very little Taken.”

“So a bloodbath or a long diversion.”

Maverick turned to the Cabal’s leader. “What do you think we should do?”

“How long is the long way?”  The Bracus asked.

“Skinner?” 

“About 15 to 20 min if it stays quiet,”  Skinner responds.  Maverick relayed the information.

“And the short way?”  He asked again.

“Straight through the cafe and a 5 minute run down the hallway,”  the Hunter reported.

“So I vote safe, Zahn?”  Maverick turned to the Bracus.

“I’m with the short way.”

“Genesis?”

I paused before responding.  Maverick was leaving the vote to me.  While taking the short way was the fastest way out of here, it was too risky.  We could all die if we got overwhelmed. “Take the long way,” I said.  “I’ll cover you if anything comes up behind us.”

Zahn cuts in. “I could send some of my men down the short path as a diversion.”

“That’s suicide Zahn,”  Maverick protested.

“They understand that without sacrifice there can be no victory,” Zahn reaffirmed.

“As much as I don’t like it, they’re your men.”  Maverick turned to all of us in the room.  “Alright, then that’s the plan.  Let’s get moving people, let's not waste time. Skinner, you get to the air strip ahead of us and watch the Taken’s movements and radio if they start to catch on to our plan.”

“You’ve got it, o’ great leader,”  Skinner responded spitefully, then the channel cut off.

I stood and readied my sniper.  “Maverick,” I said, and he turned to me.  “I’ll cover you and watch for snipers.  Lead the way forward.”

Before we leave Zahn commands half of his Legionaries down to the hallway.  I nodded to all of them as they passed me.  They were ready to die in order to get us out.  All I could think of was Gilly.  He was ready to die in order to get us out, but I was the only one who made it.

“They’re probably not going to make it, you know that right?”  Maverick said to Zahn.

“I know and so do they, but I have taken their names so their sacrifice will be remembered.”

“Skinner are you in position?”  Maverick said over the channel.

“Yup, waiting on you people.”

“Alright let’s get moving people.”

As we all leave the armory Zahn motions for the Legionaries for the distraction toward the main door. 

Zahn gave his men a speech to boost their moral.  My Cabal was rusty, but it sounded like he was telling them this was for our escape, so not to falter. 

The rest of us head to the other way.  I stayed behind with a new legion that was transporting the dead.  A few Phalanxes and a Colossus followed behind me.

The comms light up again, and Skinner comes back through, speaking more to Maverick than me. “I still get to throw my knife at you back at the Tower right?”  He asked

“If we make out of here you can throw all the knives you want,”  Maverick sighed.

He laughed maniacally and cut the channel.

Our procession down the hallway was quiet, minus the sound of footsteps.  I kept glancing behind us, just to be sure we weren’t being followed. 

“Skinner your intel is solid, not a rift in sight.” Maverick said over the comms.

“You’re fucking right my intel’s solid,” Skinner said sarcastically.  “But the Taken are headed to the other door no doubt to help beat those Legionaries.”

“Good, less resistance for us.” As we’re moving forward, Maverick turns around and shouts the rest of us. “Alright Zahn, your men bought us a window let’s make sure we don’t waste it!”

“How's it looking out there?” Maverick asked Skinner.

“Quiet, most of the Taken went to the hallway. Good call on taking the long way.”

“Are there any snipers out there?”

“None that I can see, it's pretty clear, but there are rifts out here so we better make this quick ‘cause it will get ugly out here fast.”

“Well, we’re at the doors, is the coast clear?”

“For now, but with your fat ass I doubt it will stay that way for long,”  the Hunter snickers, and I couldn’t help but give a little bit of a sigh myself.

“Children,” I chided over the comms, “behave.”

“Alright, ass,” Maverick responded to Skinner, then cut out of the channel.  “Zahn, you and I should go out first and secure the ships.”

“Good idea, Light Warrior,”  Zahn responded, and commanded his men, splitting them up and telling them where to go.  I couldn’t help but keep glancing down the hallway behind us.  I started to get a bad feeling about this, it was way too quiet.  Before I could even bring it up to Maverick, though, I heard him tell Zahn to open the door, and they were gone.  I hurried over to the door and knelt down, glancing down scope.  I watched the airstrip as they ran, watching for trouble, waiting for this feeling in my gut to go away.  I moved my scope off from them once they reached the ships and scanned the runway.  

“Okay, Genesis,”  Maverick said over comms.  “It’s all clear, come to the ships.”

I thought I caught some movement down the other end, but it was gone in an instant.  “I don’t know, Mav,” I said as I lowered my sniper and stood.  “I’m picking up some movement from the other end of the airstrip.”  Even still, I motioned for the team of Cabal with me to follow, and we started to move.  My gut started to wrench, like something was about to happen, so I motioned for the team to go ahead of me.  I kept following them, but I stopped every five steps or so to look behind us and down the runway.  And just like that, when we were halfway to the ship, every portal came to life and Taken started to pour onto the airstrip.  

“Fuck!” Maverick shouted.  “It’s an ambush! Skinner, start taking them out, if you get compromised, come to me!  Zahn, tell your men with Genesis to protect them at all costs!”

The Cabal and I formed a body barrier around the ones who were carrying the dead.  I took out any snipers I could see from afar.  The first wave of enemies was brushed off with ease.  I quickly scanned the airstrip, and of course, back the way we came, I saw way too many Taken start to pour out of the hallway.  

“Move, move, move!” I shouted, waving for the Cabal to start running down the strip, and I brought up the rear.  “Mav, we’re about to have a lot of Taken behind us.”

“Copy that,” he responded.  

I paused for a half second to take out a couple more Taken snipers that appeared, it couldn’t have been longer than that, but a Blight started to form in the small distance that was between the Cabal and I.  I lowered my gun and backed away from it, and a gigantic Taken Knight spawned right in front of me

Why is it always me?  I thought spitefully to myself.  “Keep going!” I shouted to the Cabal, then pulled out my Sol Edge sword just in time to block it’s melee attack, but the pure force of it sent me backwards several feet.  I quickly caught my footing, but before I could even go in for an attack, I heard the distinct clang of a hammer, and I looked up in awe as Maverick slammed a Sunbreaker’s hammer into the Knight’s leg, causing it to fall back, and started hammering it’s face into the ground.

Maverick was screaming and shouting a long string of curses.  There was so much anger and rage in his voice it was barely recognizable. 

When the hammer finally faded from his hand, he stood, though his body was still surrounded by an aura of Solar energy.  He turned to me.  “Let’s go!” He shouted.  “Before I have to pound another Knight into the ground.”

I could only nod and I ran past him, catching back up to the team.  I escorted them the rest of the way to the Harvester without another problem, as most of the Taken had fallen back after Mav’s display of power.  The Cabal started loading them onto the ship and I stood by the ramp, scanning the runway.

“Skinner,” Maverick shouted once he caught back up with us.  “Come down here and watch her.  I still have to escort Zahn and his men to their ship. And Genesis,” he turned to me, “please try not to get killed.”

I held up my hands. “Hey, it’s not my fault everything has a hard on for me.”

He shook his head, but I could hear him chuckling to himself as he walked away.  Skinner appeared beside me, and he watched the entrance while I went inside to make sure everyone was secured for the ride home.  I knelt down next to my team members again, saying a small right of passing so they could have safe passage to the afterlife.  Whatever that was.

I stayed inside with them until I saw Maverick coming back from Zahn.  I joined Skinner back down on the ramp, and when he was within earshot, I said, “Alright Mav, everyone’s loaded on the ship, we’re just waiting on you.”

“Good,” he replies.  “I’m flying the Harvester. You, my Ghost and Skinner will be flying escorts. You’ll be behind me. Skinner and Ghost you’ll be to my sides. Alright now call your ships.”

“Aww, but wanted to strap you to the front of my ship,”  Skinner whines.  I rolled my eyes.  But of course, Maverick just had to indulge him.

“That’s a pretty fucking dumb idea, Skinner,” Mav responded.

“Yeah just as dumb as you coming here ALONE!” 

“Fuck off, I would have been fine.”

“NO you wouldn’t have.”

While they were arguing, I saw movement all the way back down the airstrip.  They were coming back for more, now that the Cabal were gone.

“GUYS!” I yelled.  “Taken!  Let’s GO!” 

“Can I throw Mav to them?”  Skinner asked.

“NO YOU CAN’T NOW LETS GO!” I snapped, then pulled out my Ghost and teleported back into my ship.

#destined #destined pt 1 #destiny the game #the taken king #destiny warlock #destiny guardians #fireteam dauntless #destiny titan #destiny hunter #destiny taken #phobos #destiny fanfiction #a tale of two guardians fic