#v: Group Evaluation

[eomayas]

his friends and his dad hate me • chs

pairing: non-idol!vernon x fuckgirl!reader, fwb

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!! angst

synopsis: you broke his little heart, he’s a cry baby. OR, reader excels in the male dominated field of being a female fuckboy! (based off ‘crybaby’ by megan thee stallion)

warnings: p in v, oral (m receiving), fingering, riding, vernon gets his heart broke, reader is not a good person

a/n: i’ve had this in my drafts for awhile and needed to finish it 😭 i love when readers are morally gray or just wrong & bad! pls remember this is just fiction ok thx!

despite the protests from his friends and the little (though extremely loud) voice in the back of his head telling him this is a horrible idea, vernon grabs his car keys and tries to slip out of his apartment. “dude, we didn’t even get to finish the game! get back here!” wonwoo shouts, frustration clear in his voice. it’s bible in their friend group to finish any smash tournament that’s started, and he’s breaking the one and only most important rule.

“later!” vernon says, hand on the door knob. he’s sort of stalling, sort of wants to be told that he has to stay behind. the thing is, he’s pathetic, especially when it comes to you. he’d cross all seven seas to get to you, if you asked.

“she doesn’t even like you!” soonyoung shouts. vernon sighs and rolls his eyes, walking down to the hallway and stopping at the entrance of the living room. five of his friends look at him with mild disappointment and he puts his hands up in surrender.

“first of all, she invited me over so you’re wrong—and secondly, you’d all do the same if you had prospects but you don’t,” vernon says, letting out a breath. it felt good for him to fight back like that, though soonyoungs comment does leave him feeling sort of doubtful. very doubtful, actually, because he knows there’s some truth in his statement whether he wants to acknowledge it or not.

minghao and joshua share a look and vernon sighs. “fuck you guys,” he says.

“yeah, whatever. but don’t come back here crying,” soonyoung says, a shit eating grin on his face. vernon flips him off, face flushing in embarrassment at the memory of him getting so drunk that he cried in mingyus arms at the club over you. they’ve never been able to let it go, bringing it up every time your name is mentioned. it’s mortifying, but a slight wake up call. except he’s not thinking with his head right now.

they all snicker, but minghao manages to give him a sympathetic shrug. it doesn’t do much to alleviate the doubt in his head, but the support is nice. simply put, his friends are not fans of you, and he doesn’t necessarily blame them. your relationship started out rocky and unserious—he was a late night booty call for you and a fill-in boyfriend without the title. he did boyfriend things with you—for you, thought you two were together until you dropped the bomb that you didn’t like him or want him like that. he was crushed, but he played it cool and told you that he wasn’t looking for a relationship anyway. that only made things worse, seeing that you only called him when you wanted some attention, and constantly made him feel like you wanted him.

the crying in the club bit was the straw that broke the camels back for his friends. they had a mock-intervention for him, urging him to delete your number and to find somebody else, but as if you were summoned at the mention of vernon moving on, you’d called him a few days later and got him back where you wanted him. he hasn’t been able to escape you since, caught in some spell or trap you put him under.

“whatever,” vernon mutters, pulling off his cap to run his fingers through his hair. “i’m leaving now.” he declares, urging himself to actually make the move to leave.

he’s halfway to the door when minghao calls out to him by saying, “my therapist would call this self-destructive behavior!”

vernon doesn’t have time to deeply evaluate his behavior as ‘self-destructive’, because he spends the twenty minute drive to your place psyching himself up. that alone should be indicative of the issue with seeing you, but he doesn’t pay it any mind. instead, he bumps his music and drums his fingers against the steering wheel.

it’s not lost on him that he was able to make it to your place without directions, though he forgot how complicated the apartment parking lot was. by the time he finds a spot that he won’t get towed and/or fined in, he’s much later than when he said he’d be at your place.

vernon sends you a quick ‘here’ text before making his way towards the door to your apartment building. he presses the buzzer for your unit, and his pulse skyrockets. in the few seconds that it takes for you to answer, he spirals thinking of every negative possibility of your encounter. what if you really do hate him, like soonyoung said? and, if not, what if he sucks in bed? what if he says something stupid? what if you find out he’s a complete and utter loser?

“vernon?” your voice crackles through the intercom and shoots straight to fast beating heart, halting his mental spiral of doom, and putting him back in the moment. he’s nervous in a different way now. he’s so unsure of himself around you sometimes—which is definitely a sign that he should cut ties with you.

“y-yeah,” he clears his throat quickly, trying to cover up his shaky voice. “it’s me.” his finger nearly throbs in pain from how much pressure he’s putting on the buzzer.

with a loud pop, the door unlocks and vernon enters. he hikes the two stories to your apartment, and by the time he’s at your door he’s mildly winded from how fast he got up there. vernon stalls a few feet from your door to regain his breath (and confidence). he chews on his bottom lip for a second and glances down the hallway and considers making a run for it.

there isn’t much thought put into that, though, because his feet take him in the other direction towards your front door, and he’s raising his fist to send three soft knocks your way. vernon shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and sighs, dropping his shoulders and rolling them back.

you pull the door open and his eyes snap down to you, and he swears his hearing goes out for a split second, because his face feels like it’s on fire and his muscles feel heavy. and then you smile at him, and he thinks he may melt into a puddle in front of your door. “vernon!” you squeal, laughing yourself onto him, legs wrapping around his waist and arms encircling around his neck. “you took forever.” you mumble, capturing his lips in a kiss that he’s been dreaming of for weeks.

vernon silently thanks the universe that he didn’t collapse when you attached yourself to him, and that he had enough sense to hold onto the bottoms of your thighs for support. “traffic,” he lies, walking the two of you into your apartment and kicking the door closed behind him.

he stops walking and the two of you make out for a few minutes. his nerves disappeared the moment you latched onto him. granted, hes a bit nervous, but he doesn’t feel like he’s going to pass out, or like he wants to make a run for it. “you look good, baby,” you purr once you pull back from his lips to really look at him. you run your hands through his short, brown hair and smile at him, and he decides right then and there that all of the pain and suffering you’ve put him through might be worth it, if you keep smiling at him like that.

untangling you legs from his waist, vernon helps set you down and lets his hands drag up your bare legs. your skin is soft like he remembers, and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life rubbing and touching it. but your hands make use of pulling down his jacket zipper and subsequently helping him out of his coat, so he unfortunately has to pull his hands away from your thighs.

“have you been working out?” you question, setting his jacket on the back of one of your bar stools. vernon looks down at his own biceps and shrugs. “i lift sometimes, yeah,” he says. you walk back over to him and shamelessly feel him up. he’s still skinny, but there’s muscle in places you don’t necessarily remember him having.

“hmm,” is all you reply—it does a lot to cover up how badly you want to tear him out of his clothes. you grab his hand and lead him down the hallway to your bedroom.

“how’ve you been?” vernon asks. you giggle at his awkwardness and give him a look over you shoulder as you pull him into your bedroom.

“really great,” you push him lightly towards your bed, and crawl onto his lap, lips finding purchase on his neck. you grind down onto him as you suck a purple mark onto his neck. “what about you?” you ask in between kisses, voice slightly breathless.

“uh, fine,” vernon spits out, mind a bit hazy when you slip off of his lap and onto your knees between his legs. “better.” you smile at him sweetly, but your hands make quick work of unbuttoning his jeans. he helps you pull them down to his ankles, along with his underwear.

a soft whimper leaves you mouth at the sight of his semi-hard dick. you press your thighs together and reach forward to grab ahold of his member and start stroking his shaft. vernon looks down at you with parted lips; he feels like he’s in a dream, watching you on your knees below him. you’ve given him head before, but it was conditional. usually, when you felt guilty for something, or knew you made him upset you would suck him off. he tries to push the thoughts away, and succeeds when you wrap you lips around the tip and attempt to take all of him. “fuuuck,” he groans, gripping onto the edge of the bed.

vernon is embarrassed at how quickly you draw out loud moans from him just by massaging his balls as you work your mouth on him. he hasn’t been with anybody else in awhile—and he’s too embarrassed to ever admit that he’s good with just having you, even if he has to wait for you to call him.

“oh, fuck, y/n,” he whines, thighs tensing. he lets go of the mattress to gather your hair and wraps it around one of his hands. you moan against his crotch when he pulls, watery eyes flicking up to meet his own. spit gathers at the corners of your mouth and vernon knows this is an image he’ll never, ever forget. “shitshitshit!” his hips buck upwards and he expects you to pull your mouth off of him to use your hands to get him to his release, but you stay put.

it drives vernon crazy. he comes fast, and he doesn’t have time to be embarrassed because you swallow, and then keep sucking after the fact. he’s never seen you act like this, and you’re a bit shocked at your own behavior—you hadn’t realized you missed him that much.

“y/n,” he whimpers, chin falling against his chest. you take that as a sign that he’s about to pass out, and reluctantly pull your mouth off of him with a pop. a trail of spit mixed with cum follows his cock to your mouth, and it makes you want to give him another blow job, but he looks too spent.

“vernon,” you start, getting off of your knees. he manages to sit upright before falling backwards onto your bed.

“give me a minute,” he croaks. you smile and take a few seconds of your own to catch your breath before you undress completely and crawl onto the bed next to him. vernon opens his eyes and looks over at you. “i wanted to do that.” he whines, referring to getting you naked, and reaches out for you.

you crawl on top of him and settle on his abdomen. his hands moves to your waist and his eyes stray trained on your breasts. you lean down a bit, practically putting your boobs in his face. vernon leans forward and wraps his lips around one of your nipples. he shifts the two of you so he’s sitting up straight, thus shifting you down onto his crotch.

you can’t help but grind yourself against him as he plays with your breasts. he fondles the own that’s not in his mouth, and keeps his eyes on you. you moan softly above him, light little pants leaving your mouth that only encourage him. “nonie,” you whine, running your hands through his hair and gently tugging on the strands. “touch me. i want you to touch me.”

vernon pulls his mouth off of your breast and slides his hand that was on your waist up your spine. he grabs the back of your neck and pulls your mouth down to his own in a messy, heated kiss. he manages to flip the two of you over, propping himself up on an elbow and slipping his other hand between your legs.

“all for you,” you purr when he drags his fingers up your slit, a look of disbelief on his face at how wet you are. “need you, nonie. your fingers, mouth, all of it.” you whine, spreading your legs open for him. vernon liked how vocal you were about what you wanted from him. he wished you were as vocal about other aspects of your guys’ relationship, but he’ll take what he can get.

vernon dips two fingers inside of you, your arousal acting as a perfect lubricant. vernon kisses your neck and chest as he fucks his fingers in and out of you. his thumb presses on your clit and you moan out his name. “more, vernon,” you breathe, gripping onto his hair tightly. “fuck, i want you to fuck me vernon. can you fuck me?” you ask, clenching around his fingers.

his cock jumps at your tone of voice and request. “i can fuck you,” he rasps. he’d rather make you cum on his fingers first, but you wish is his command. he lifts up from you and pulls his shirt off. you rake your nails along his exposed abdomen, applying light pressure. you smirk up at him and he grabs your hand and kisses your palm. it’s much too intimate, but you can’t deny the butterflies it gives you.

“grab a condom,” you remind him, pointing to your nightstand when he grabs onto the base of his dick. he quickly moves to open the drawer, and he tries to ignore the photobooth strip of photos of you and some guy he’s never met is the first thing he sees. he pushes it out of the way and grabs a stray condom, and slams the drawer shut.

he rips open the package and rolls the condom on before grabbing your leg and throwing it over his shoulder and lining himself up. vernon pushes his hips forward and sinks the tip in. “ah!” you gasp at the delicious stretch. quiet as it’s kept, vernon has a big dick and he knows how to use it. it’s unfortunate that he’s hung and is so shy about it—sometimes you wish he’d call you to fuck, rather than you doing it all the time. “fuck, vernon, you’re so big.” his body flushes with heat and he keeps pushing forward.

you suck him in welcomingly. he fits inside of you like you were made to be stuffed by him. he fucks into with a steady rhythm, and each time he pushes inside a moan is pushed form your lungs. vernon can’t keep his own moans contained, moaning our curses with each thrust. it’s dizzying, how turned on he is by you. he feels like he can’t think about anything other than fucking you and staying like this until eternity. he gets the morbid thought that he’d be okay if he died like this, buried inside of you.

“fuck, right there baby! you’re so good to me, fuck!” you shriek, mouth falling open as you look at there the two of you connect. you get lost in watching him disappear inside of you, by the white ring that’s formed at the base of his dick. the sounds vibrate off of the walls; squelching and skin on skin nearly deafening. “fuck me, vernon!” you cry, hips raising to meet his own.

tears brim in your eyes when he pulls your leg from his shoulder and shoves it up to your chest, spreading you open wider and fucking into you at a different angle. “i m-missed you,” he chokes out, shifting his weight to a single arm so he can grope your chest.

“me too,” you pant, chest arching up into his. you chase his lips with your own, wanting to feel as close to him as possible. your mouths press together, but not in a kiss. you pant and moan harshly against each other, his hips rutting into you at a faster, less rhythmic pace.

“i-im close,” he whimpers, placing an open mouthed kiss on the corner of your lips. you whine out his name as he speeds up his pace, your arms sliding up his back. you dig your nails into his skin, definitely leaving scratches. “fuck, you’re perfect.” he whispers, eyes looking into yours.

you whimper and squeeze around him before your release comes crashing over you. “nonie!” you cry, clutching onto him like a life raft as he fucks you through your orgasm. his strokes lose rhythm completely and moments later he’s coming into the condom, stilling inside of you as he does. you almost wish he wasn’t wearing a condom, so you could feel him.

vernon drops on top of you, his arms too weak to hold himself up. you cling to him, hands running through his hair absentmindedly. you don’t mind the weight of him on you, and you especially don’t mind the fact that he’s still inside of you. you have a soft spot for vernon, even though it may not seem like it. he’s the nicest guy you’ve ever been with—much nicer than the guys you’re typically acquainted with—and he’s sweet to you, even when you don’t deserve it. you know you should probably let him go, free him of your games, but something in you won’t let you. and that same something won’t let you like him—love him—how he deserves.

“vernon,” you murmur, rubbing his back.

“hmm.”

“im hot, and you’re heavy,” you say with a soft giggle. he smiles into the sheets and lifts himself up and pulls himself out of you. both of you whimper pathetically at the loss of contact, and laugh at each other seconds later. he drops down beside you on the bed, rolling onto his back. you roll onto your stomach and rest your chin on his chest before resting on your cheek, and he wraps an arm around your waist.

vernon strokes your hair and keeps his eyes on you. if he was a cartoon, his heart would be beating out of his chest and hearts would be shooting out of his eyes.

“you’re staring,” you mutter, rubbing his side.

“because you’re pretty,” he says, hand sliding from your waist to your ass. you roll your eyes and sit up onto your knees and look down at him. you can’t contain the urge to smile or kiss him, so you do both. “you should go pee.” he mumbles, breaking the kiss.

“right,” you say, quickly getting off the bed. no other guy would remind you to pee after sex, but of course vernon does. every single time, too. you wish you could leave him alone.

vernon sits up and grabs his boxers. he pulls them on and stretches his arms above his head, sighing when he feels a pop in his shoulders. somewhere behind him, a phone buzzes once, then twice, then incessantly. he doesn’t know where his phone is, so he digs around in the bed until he finds the source, pulling out the phone from under a pillow. it’s definitely not his, so he feels sort of strange holding it as the name ‘seungcheol’ flashes across the screen.

“what are you doing with my phone?” you ask with an accusatory tone, eyebrows furrowed as you tie your robe.

“i couldn’t find mine, and it was ringing,” vernon says, holding it out to you. you snatch it out of his hand unnecessarily, ready to tell him to mind his business until you look down at the screen and see three texts and a missed call from a guy you’re seeing. it’s not super serious, but you feel bad for vernon having to see it.

“sorry,” you mutter, quickly typing out a response to seungcheol. you try to shove the guilt down as you set your phone down on your dresser. it’s awkward and tense, and you can feel him watching you as you mess around with things on your dresser.

glancing up, you catch his eyes in the mirror and sigh before turning around to face him. you crawl onto the bed next to him and sit on your knees. he won’t meet your eyes, so you try the only thing to bring him back to you.

you kiss his neck and run your hands across his chest. he doesn’t react so you pull your robe open and grab his hand, placing it on your chest and squeezing. “vernon,” you murmur, crawling into his lap. you kiss up his neck, to his jaw, and when you get to his mouth he pulls back.

it’s not his business at all, but he can’t hold back when he asks, “who was that?”

you bite your bottom lip and encircle your arms around your neck. you press your weight into his crotch and bite back a smile when he covers a groan with a throat clear. “he’s just a friend, nonie,” you lie, kissing his cheek. “you have me. all of me.”

he looks up at you with wide eyes, and you feel his cock twitch under your ass. he’s pathetic, and it’s never been more clear to him because he kisses you and palms your breast, pinching your nipple lightly and shoving off your robe. he knows he’s reaches new lows because he lets you push him flat onto the bed and pull his underwear down. when you sink down onto him—with no condom this time—he knows he’s fucked.

you ride him like your life depends on it, like him forgetting that seungcheol ever called is imperative to keeping this thing going between the two of you, because it is. you bring out all the stops, riding him on your toes and telling him things he definitely wants to hear, like how nobody feels better than him, and he’s the best you’ve ever had.

vernon leaves your apartment with clarity on one thing: he understands why his friends can’t stand you.

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[justagalwhowrites]

Lavender - Ch. 18

A night out at the speakeasy leads to an unexpected connection. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-17 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (broken up), Tommy Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT :D unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up!) and Tommy being an absolute flirt. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only!

Length: 4.8 k

Saturday, May 15, 2010 - Six Months Later

“I need more than a drink,” Lucy put her head on the front desk of the clinic with a groan. “I need at least 2. Probably five.” 

“I think they have that,” Andrew said, smiling a little. “Pretty much the whole draw.” 

“That one guy was such a dick,” she propped her chin on her fist. “Why did I decide to become a nurse again? Why did I think this was a good idea?” 

“Because you made career choices before the world ended and then stuck it out?” You said, sitting on top of the desk behind the counter. 

“Yeah being a nurse wasn’t exactly a walk in the park then, either,” she grumbled. “This is my problem, I’m basically an addict, I get one REALLY GOOD patient and then I act like that fixes alllllll the assholes…” 

“Sounds like dating men,” Marta joined your little group from the exam area. “Lee is finishing up with the final patient and then we’re free. We’re so close, guys. So close I can taste it.” Marta glanced over at you and groaned. “Aw, Doc, you got changed? You look all cute and shit? That’s not fair!” 

“Hey,” you replied. “I have nowhere else to wear the cute dress. You have dates. I have speakeasy night with my coworkers, just give me this.” 

“You could have dates too, if you wanted,” Jess was perched on the other side of the horseshoe shaped desk, Andrew squarely between you in his office chair. Her feet were in his lap. “All you’d have to do is just say yes to one of the guys who talks to you or actually ask someone out.” 

“Yes but why should I when I have you lovely people, all our patients and Petri dishes in the lab to keep me company?” You smiled. Andrew and Jess shared a brief look. You tried to not roll your eyes. Mostly because they’d given you a lot of leeway in the past almost year since you and Joel had split up. Especially when you got back from your trip outside the QZ. 

You hadn’t even bothered to go home that night. You walked straight to Andrew and Jess’ place, knocking on the door and trying to not cry until you were inside. Andrew was the one to answer and you fell into him, burying your face in his chest as it felt like you were cracking open with the pain of it. 

“You were right,” you choked out as he pulled you inside. “About what he did out there, you were right…” 

“Oh, honey,” he wrapped his arms around you the best he could with the backpack in the way, kissing the top of your head before tucking you below his chin. “I’m so sorry. I wish I was wrong. I really do.” 

You slept there that night, Andrew sandwiched between you and Jess, other people and the safety that came with them the only thing that let you rest. 

You’d managed to avoid Joel since you’d returned. It had been half a year since you last saw him that night at the QZ fence. There were signs of him, though. He was usually on your mind somehow, not that you were happy about it. 

A few weeks after the trip, you passed Tess on your way to look for a few more books and CDs at the underground sellers’ shops. She didn’t notice you but you noticed her. It looked like she’d gotten into a fight, she had a black eye and gash at her throat. You frowned. 

“Tess?” You changed direction to follow her. “Tess!” 

She turned and looked surprised that you’d talk to her for a moment before meeting you in the middle. 

“Doc,” she looked you up and down. She had a tendency to do that, you noticed. She liked to evaluate things. Like she thought you might have changed since she last saw you. “Good to see you.” 

“You too,” you smiled. “Look, I’m happy I ran into you, I’ve been thinking…” You glanced around and tugged her off to the side of the road. “You and Tommy and… everyone, you’re still making runs, right?” 

“Not taking you out there again,” she shook her head. “Joel was pretty firm on that…” 

“No, that’s fine,” you waved her off. “I just… You know that saying ‘an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure?’” 

“Sure,” she shrugged. 

“Well there’s only so much I can do for you if you guys come back already hurt, down a lot of blood, all that jazz,” you said. “But if I gave you some basic trauma supplies, showed you how to use them…” 

“You’d do that,” she said it more than asked it. 

“Of course,” you frowned. “Why wouldn’t I?” She didn’t say anything else, so you just pressed on. “Could you plan to come by my apartment sometime this week, late? I can put together some kits, show you what to do for common injuries…” 

“Wednesday?” She asked. 

“After 10:30,” you said. “Should give me time to get home from the clinic.” You were surprised to learn that you actually kind of liked Tess. She showed up to your apartment not long after you did. Wednesday had been a rough one and your shirt was still bloody, deciding to prioritize getting the blood out of your hairline instead of changing your clothes. 

“Doc,” she said by way of greeting, her eyes drifting to the blood on your shirt and back up to your face, strand of bloody hair still in your fingers. 

“Sorry,” you said, giving an apologetic smile. “Had to do a field amputation today without anesthesia, it was a mess… I’m making tea, want a cup?” 

“I’ll take tea,” she said, coming in and sitting at the table. You got your still bloody hair out of the way and quickly pulled the shirt off before grabbing a t-shirt out of the drawer and pulling it on. 

“Sorry,” you smiled apologetically again. “I just really needed to get at least some of that blood off me…” 

You put the tea on the table and grabbed the kit you put together, giving Tess a crash course in trauma stabilization 101. 

“So were you a military doctor when this shit started?” She asked after you packed the supplies back up. 

“Oh God no,” you laughed. “No, I was a biology teacher. I was finishing up a pre-med degree though, and I’d always wanted to be a doctor so I was just reading everything I could find to get a jump on med school. I got here, they were setting up medical facilities with all of one doctor so he trained me.” 

“And how’d you meet Joel?” She was sitting back in he chair, watching you. His name made your stomach clench. 

“You could ask him,” you said, looking at the almost empty tea cup. 

She scoffed. 

“You are an off limits topic,” she said. “For both Miller men, as it happens. Joel doesn’t answer, Tommy says it’s not his shit to say. Joel got back from the trip with you, said nothing for three days and then pretended that nothing happened.” 

You nodded slowly. 

“And you don’t like not knowing,” you said. She smiled. 

“Exactly.” 

You signed, fidgeting with the mug. 

“I met Joel in 1999,” you said. Her eyes went wide. “It’s why they called me Kid, I was just 20 back then, still in college.” 

“Jesus, you were a kid. He still a grumpy asshole then?” She laughed. You laughed back. 

“Very rarely,” you said. “Punched Tommy in the face at a bar once because Joel was being an asshole and Tommy called him on it. Though I made him watch ‘When Harry Met Sally’ and he actually liked it. Tried so hard not to laugh at the fake orgasm scene he choked on his beer.” 

She laughed at that. She told you about some of her life before, too. Spending summer on a lake with her husband and son, a mishap when renovating their basement that left a giant splotch of paint over the new linoleum that they’d never been able to properly clean up. You got both of you beer.

“I was never sure who the outbreak was worse for,” she said. “People like me who had a life going that got ripped away or people like you who never really had a fucking chance at one.” 

“We all got screwed,” you said. “Sometimes I think we all died back then, everyone who’s left is just a ghost of what they would have been otherwise.” 

“And you still wear ribbons on your braids,” she nodded to your hair. You glanced down, the blue ribbon splotched purple where the blood had splattered it. You smiled a little. 

“There are very few things that make life worth it anymore,” you said after a moment. “And life is too short to not wear the damn ribbons.” 

You knew they were using the trauma kit supplies. Tess would show up every six weeks or so, asking for a resupply. She’d even asked for a new euthanasia kit once. You almost had a panic attack before she had the chance to tell you that it wasn’t Joel or Tommy, just a traveler they’d run into who couldn’t bring themselves to turn their gun on themselves. But you hadn’t needed to come pull a bullet out of any of them again, so you were counting their trips as a success. 

“Alright kids,” Lee came out from the exam area, lab coat still on. “We are all set, they’re getting dressed and then we are out of here!” 

“I’m going for the jukebox as soon as we get there,” Marta said. “No one try to stop me!” 

“Oh God,” Andrew groaned. “You’re going to make us listen to the Backstreet Boys all night aren’t you?” 

“Think they’re still alive out there?” She asked. “Just performing for some QZ on the west coast?” 

“Imagine if they’re infected,” Jess said. “You’re just walking down the street and then bam, attacked by a Backstreet Boy…” 

“This,” Andrew looked up at her. “This is why I love you.” 

Walking to the Speakeasy with everyone reminded you a little of college. It helped that you were wearing a sundress like you’d worn so much in Texas. It helped that the weather was warm and the sky was clear. Mostly, it helped that there were people laughing. You weren’t sure if your memory was just selective but it seemed like people just didn’t laugh anymore. 

There were some tables in the corner of the speakeasy that were open and you pushed them together, sitting down with your back against one of the walls. It just felt better that way. 

“Beer?” Andrew looked to Jess. She nodded and he turned to you. “Beer?” 

“I’m thinking a 1996 left bank Bordeaux, something with some good body to it,” you said, thinking. 

“Yeah, so beer?” He smiled. 

“Yes please,” you smiled back. 

“I only put on two songs,” Marta sat beside you. “So, Andrew, Mr. ‘If it’s not rock and roll it’s not music,’ will only have to suffer for so long.” 

“And if only we could get him to suffer in silence,” Jess mused. 

You laughed and Andrew brought beer and you sat drinking with your friends, forgetting for a minute that it was the end of the world. 

“Doc?” 

You turned to see a slightly familiar face. You frowned for a moment, trying to place him when it clicked. 

“Oh my gosh, Tim?” You asked. He smiled, nodding. “Holy cow, you’re so… adult!” 

He laughed. He was a student from your first year as a teacher in the QZ, finishing high school in 2007. You hadn’t seen him since. 

“Yeah, I’m 21 now,” he smiled proudly. “Doesn’t really matter much now but still, cool to say.” 

Bitter Sweet Symphony started playing and he held out his hand. 

“Wanna dance?” He asked. “I think the statute of limitations of you as my teacher are up.” 

“Fuck it,” you shook your head. “Why not?” 

“Yeah!” Marta whooped. “Getting Doc on the dance floor!” 

You flipped her off and she laughed as you followed behind him. 

Tim, you were happy to know, was doing alright for himself. He had a girlfriend he was crazy about. He was stuck working for FEDRA, of course, but he was doing some engineering work. 

“All because you made me interested in science,” he said, one hand at your waist, the other in yours. “So, thanks for that.” 

“You’d have gotten there eventually without me,” you smiled. “But I’ll take some credit for your success.” 

The song changed to something you didn’t recognize, something fun and upbeat. His face brightened. 

“Mind if I spin you?” He asked. “Always wanted to try that.” 

“I am in the dress for it,” you smiled a little. “Go for it, kid.” 

He clumsily twirled you under his arm until his fingers slipped out of yours and sent you spinning across the dance floor. You were laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe and he took your hand again just as you saw Joel, watching you from across the bar. 

Your laughter died and your breath caught in your throat. Seeing him was like seeing a ghost. It took you a moment to understand why but then you realized it. Since November, you’d thought of the Joel you knew as though he were dead. He’d died with Sarah, back in September, 2003. He’d never made it to Boston. 

You’d mourned him in a way. You’d put the few clothes he’d left at your place into the floorboards with your stash - those weren’t his, after all - but left the picture of him, Sarah and you on your nightstand. That Joel wasn’t a killer. That Joel hadn’t blamed you for it. You’d taken to charging your old cell phone, reading back through texts with him and with Sarah that were still stored there every night before you fell asleep. There was a voicemail, too, one from a week before you visited the last time. 

“Hey Baby,” he’d said. “Think I fucked up the time difference again, must still be out with Louisa… Anyway, missin’ ya. Call me when you’re home safe. Love you.” 

That Joel was dead and the man he’d become was staring daggers at you. 

“Doc?” Tim said. 

“Mind if I cut in?” Andrew said. 

“Good to see you, Tim,” you managed to turn and smile at him. “Glad to know you’re doing well.” 

“Take care, Doc,” he smiled, leaving you with Andrew. He pulled you into his arms and put his mouth near your ear. 

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he said quietly, holding you tightly to him so you had no choice but to sway with him. “We’re going to stay out here for this song and we’re going to have a great time. And then we’re going to go back to the table and drink the beers that Jess is getting us right now.” 

“I just…” 

“Nope,” he cut you off. “We’re not doing that, we’re not going to run away because that fucker showed up. We’re going to stay here and we’re going to have fun in spite of his ass. Got it?” 

You just nodded. 

“Good.” 

You weren’t paying attention to the music, the feeling of Joel’s eyes on you drowning out almost everything else, Andrew’s hands on you seeming like the only thing tethering you to the earth. You let him guide you back to the table, a fresh beer sitting in front of your seat. 

“Hey Doc!” Jess said brightly. “So an amnesiac walks into a bar. He goes up to a beautiful blonde and says ‘so… do I come here often?’” 

It took you a second and then you laughed, the spell of Joel’s eyes on you snapping. And life continued on. Until a Texas drawl appeared over your shoulder. 

“Scuse me.” Andrew’s eyes narrowed as you looked behind you, Tommy standing there. “I was really hoping I could get you onto the dance floor.” 

“Me,” you said, incredulous. 

“Well I try to make a habit of getting the prettiest girl at the bar to give me the time of day,” he smiled. “So I’m just hopin’ you’ll cut me a break for old time’s sake.” 

“Look,” Andrew said, but you cut him off. 

“Why not,” you said. He smiled - that fucking Miller man smile - and offered you his hand. You took it and he pulled you to your feet and toward the dance floor. Linger was playing. He put his hands at your waist and your arms went around his neck, swaying in time. 

“So Kid,” he smiled. “How’ve you been?” 

“Good,” you said cautiously. You could feel Joel’s eyes on you. 

“I feel like you’re doubtin’ my good intentions,” he said. 

“If Joel sent you to talk to me, you can tell him to fuck off,” you said. 

“That asshole?” He scoffed. “He about ripped my arm off when I said I was going to ask you to dance, he doesn’t want me doin’ this. You think that’s the only reason I’d come talk to you?” 

“Maybe not the only reason,” you smiled a little. 

“Wasn’t joking about gettin’ the prettiest girl at the bar to give me the time of day,” he smiled back. “Got news for you, any bar you’re in? That’s you. I just have to talk you into it now.” 

You rolled your eyes and shook your head a little, smiling anyway. 

“You’re still such a player, aren’t you?” You teased. 

“Nah, just a charmer,” he said. 

“How’ve you been?” You asked. 

“Well as can be expected,” he shrugged. “Roommate’s a dick but…” 

You snorted and he smiled broader. 

“I told him he was a fuckin’ asshole for what he did to you, you know,” he said after a moment, face turning serious. “He was also a fuckin’ dumbass but he’s always been a dumbass. It’s the asshole shit I can’t stand.” 

“Let me know if the message ever sinks in,” you said wryly. 

“That’ll be the day,” he scoffed. 

The song shifted, something soft and slow. He tugged you closer and your cheek leaned into his chest. You danced quietly for a bit.

“I wanted to ask you out, back in the day,” he said eventually, his lips close to your ear. 

“Really?” You glanced up at him, not wanting to move your head. 

“Joel told me you were ‘off limits,’” he laughed a little. “Course I didn’t know that was because he wanted ya but…” 

“Damn,” you joked. “Dibs really put you off, huh?” 

“If I’d known it was just dibs it wouldn’t have,” he replied. 

The song changed to Black Magic Woman and he stepped back from you a bit. 

“Now, see, I might have had some ulterior motives,” he smiled sheepishly. “May have put this on the jukebox in hopes I could get you to dance to it with me…” 

“I don’t know how to dance to this,” you laughed, moving to head back to your seat, hand still in his. He caught you and pulled you back against him. 

“I do,” his hand went to the small of your back, pressing your hips against his. You swallowed. “Just gotta follow my lead, pretty girl.” 

He took the lead, his hips pushing against yours, moving in sharp rhythm. You could feel him through his jeans. His legs nudged yours in the right steps, your breasts flush against him. His eyes traced your face, lingering on your lips. 

The song felt too short, the two of you coming to a stop in the middle of the dance floor, bodies still close together. 

“How ‘bout a drink?” He smiled. 

“Sure,” you smiled back. He laced his fingers with yours and led you to the bar, just catching a glimpse of Joel standing up and storming off as you did. 

Tommy joined the table with your coworkers, pulling up a chair close to yours, one hand on the small of your back. Marta asked how you knew each other and immediately latched on to the “we’ve been friends for 11 years” thing to get stories out of him like the time he tried to teach you to grill and you accidentally set the thing on fire and seriously considered pushing it into the pool to put it out. 

“We’re gonna head out,” Andrew said before he leaned in to kiss your cheek goodbye, whispering in your ear as he did. “You OK?” 

You just nodded and he left with Jess. You realized then that they were the last of the party to leave. 

“One more drink,” Tommy smiled. “Just you and me.” 

“Well if you’re going to twist my arm about it,” you smiled back. 

The bar was emptying out, just a few stragglers left on the dance floor. Tommy got you both a whiskey on the rocks, sitting next to you in a booth, putting his arm around your shoulders. You propped your feet on the chair across the table from you and leaned your head on his chest, swirling the whiskey in your chipped glass. The ice clinked. 

“Missed seein’ you,” he said after a minute, taking a drink. “You always just… Made shit better. It’s all brighter with you.” 

“You’re sweet,” you smiled a little, taking a drink. “And I’ve missed seeing you, too.” 

Closing Time came on and Tommy laughed. 

“We can take a hint!” He yelled over your head before finishing his drink. “We’re goin, we’re goin.” 

You laughed, polishing yours off, too, before getting up. You could just barely feel the alcohol in your head, far from drunk and just on the edge of tipsy. 

“C’mon,” he said. “I’ll walk you home.” 

“You know, I walk home on my own late at night most days,” you said, following him out of the bar, anyway. “Always ends up fine.” 

“Humor me,” he smiled, holding out his hand. You smiled back, taking it. He tugged you close to him, setting an easy pace. 

You talked about random things you missed about Austin, laughing when you mentioned your favorite second hand clothing shop downtown near campus. 

“Isn’t that just shopping now?” He teased. 

“Oh you know it’s not the same,” you laughed. “I got this great dress there once from the 70s. I think I only wore it once, to a wedding, but damn did it make my boobs look fantastic. One of life’s great regrets is the fact that it’s rotting away in my closet in New York.” 

“Damn,” he shook his head. “Now one of my great regrets is not seeing that dress…” 

You laughed, stopping at the door to your building. 

“This is me,” you half smiled. 

“How about I walk you up?” He asked. You raised your eyebrows. “I know I know, but how often do you walk home from the clinic with a few drinks in you?”

“I’ve treated you, do you want to know the answer to that question?” You teased. He laughed. 

“Well those times, I wouldn’t have to feel guilty if somethin’ happened to ya,” he said. “Let me walk you up.” 

“If that’s what will help you live the dream, Miller, far be it from me to stop you.” 

You opened the communal door and led the way upstairs, stopping by your apartment. 

“See?” You teased, after unlocking your door but leaving it closed and turning to face him. “So eventful.” 

He leaned his arm against the door frame, caging you in on one side. His eyes dropped to your lips before going back to your eyes. 

“Still think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he said quietly, his free hand delicately lifting your chin toward him. 

“Tommy,” you breathed. His hand slipped from your chin to the back of your head, his thumb still along your cheek. 

“Want me to stop?” He asked, moving closer.

You swallowed. 

“No,” you said. 

“Good,” he said. “Neither do I.” 

He kissed you then. Soft, gentle, his lips parting just enough that you could taste the whiskey on his breath. He leaned his body into yours, the hips that had been moving with yours on the dance floor pressing into you a different way now. A familiar ache sparked low in your stomach as you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck. 

You weren’t sure how long he kissed you, but after a moment, he pulled back, a little breathless. 

“Why don’t we go inside?” He said softly. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, opening the door behind you. 

Things moved a lot faster then. His hands slid the straps of your dress down your arms before your door was fully closed. He reached to lock it while you fumbled with the buckle of his belt. His lips were on yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, his hands ranging over every inch of skin they could reach before sliding your dress down to pool on the floor. You pulled at the buttons of his shirt until you were able to shove it off and he quickly unclipped your bra. He looked down at your bare chest, panting for breath a little. 

“Damn,” he said. “Don’t regret not seein’ the dress anymore. This is so much fuckin’ better.” 

He stepped out of his boots quickly and you unbutton and unzipped his pants. You kicked off your sandals and he tugged your panties down, leaving them on the floor as you pulled him against you toward your bed. He paused, your legs against the bed, his hands holding you gently. 

“You sure you’re good with this?” He asked. 

“Just kiss me, Miller,” you said. He wasted no time obliging. 

You pulled him onto your bed with you, his weight settling easily between your thighs. He slid a hand down your body to your pussy, softly tracing your clit for a moment before pressing his fingers against you, working you in slow, longing circles. You moaned against his mouth, rocking your hips against his hand. You felt him smile against your lips. 

Tommy slipped a thick finger inside you, exploring you, the tip brushing your inner walls until he found the spot that made your toes curl. He added another finger, working both of them against the place inside you, adding his thumb to your clit until your back arched and you came with a loud moan around him. 

“Fuck, gorgeous,” he pressed his lips to your collar bone. “Gonna need you to do that again while I’m inside you… you’ve got me fuckin’ desperate for it…” 

“Then get inside me,” you panted, reaching between your bodies to take his cock in your hand. He was thick, hard, not so long that you were worried about whether or not he would fit but long enough that you knew he would fill you. You worked him up and down, spreading the wetness from his tip over him. 

“Tryin’ to kill me, I swear,” he said, slipping his fingers from inside you to himself, brushing your hand away. He lined himself up with your entrance, pressed his lips to yours and thrust into you. 

The stretch was immediate, a sharp but pleasant burn as he sank into you. He moaned against your lips and you rocked your hips against him, making his movements stutter. 

“You trying to make me cum before I’m even inside you?” He gasped. “Fucking hell, girl.” 

He thrust the rest of the way inside you in one quick, hard motion, making your back arch, pulling a delicious moan from your lips. His arm slipped below you, pulling your torso flush with his as he began to fuck into you, his thick cock sliding out to just the tip before thrusting back against your back wall with every stroke. You clung to him as his lips found your throat, your breasts, his hard length moving faster, more forcefully every time. The tip of him was hitting the spot inside you with every movement, your second orgasm building fast. 

“Fuck, I’m going to…” you managed. He thrust harder, your sentence ending in a strangled cry. 

“Won’t last when you do,” he gasped. “Where can I…” 

“I’m on the pill,” you said quickly. 

“Thank fuck.” 

He picked up the pace, holding himself deep inside you every few strokes, your body tightening and coiling around him until you felt the taught band of pleasure snap, your core pulsing around him. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck…” he groaned, thrusting two more times before collapsing on top of you, both of you limp and gasping for breath. 

He pressed his lips to your throat, still deep inside you, and you saw the picture frame with Joel and Sarah on your nightstand out of the corner of your eye. While he was distracted, you reached up and silently set it face down before wrapping your arms around the man in your bed. 

A/N: THAT'S RIGHT GUYS SHE'S GETTING WITH BOTH BROTHERS AND JOEL FUCKING HATES IT. This has been building since literally day one of this story lol. Tommy has had a crush on her FOREVER and now it's finally paying off - for him and for us (because we get the drama of it)

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Sagittarius Full Moon on May 23, 2024: What It Means

Most say that this Sagittarius Full Moon is a time of adventure, exploration, and broadening horizons. With the blessings of Jupiter it brings an energy of enthusiasm and a desire for freedom, encouraging us to seek new experiences, knowledge, and spiritual growth. This time emphasizes truth, optimism, and an expansive view of life. As a Sagittarius Sun and Rising, this energy honestly feels natural to me. I have been seeing a lot of videos pop up about this moon transit, so I thought I'd make a post. Also, lots of crazy things have been happening. Soo lets go! Check Jupiter

What It Means for Each House 1st House (Self): Personal growth, a surge in confidence, and a desire for new beginnings. This is a time to focus on your identity and personal goals. 2nd House (Finances): Opportunities for financial growth and re-evaluation of values. It’s a good time to seek out new income sources or investment opportunities. 3rd House (Communication): Enhanced communication, learning, and short travels. This is a period to express your ideas and connect with your community. 4th House (Home): Focus on home, family, and emotional foundations. You might feel the need to expand or improve your living situation. 5th House (Creativity): Increased creativity, romance, and fun. This is a great time for artistic pursuits and enjoying life’s pleasures. 6th House (Health): Attention to health, daily routines, and work. It’s a good time to adopt new habits or routines that promote well-being. 7th House (Relationships): Growth and expansion in partnerships. This could mean deepening commitments or seeking new relationships. 8th House (Transformation): Intense transformation, dealing with shared resources, and deep psychological work. It’s a period for inner growth and facing fears. 9th House (Travel): Ideal for long-distance travel, higher education, and spiritual exploration. It’s time to seek new philosophies and broaden your perspective. 10th House (Career): Career growth, recognition, and setting ambitious goals. Focus on professional achievements and public image. 11th House (Friendships): Expanding social networks and engaging in group activities. It’s a time to pursue shared goals and community involvement. 12th House (Subconscious): Heightened intuition, spiritual growth, and addressing hidden issues. It’s a time for reflection and inner work.

What It Means for Each Sign

Aries: Focus on expanding your horizons through travel or education. Embrace new philosophies and broaden your worldview. Taurus: Pay attention to shared resources and deep emotional connections. Transformation is possible in financial and intimate areas. Gemini: Significant developments in relationships and partnerships. It’s time to deepen commitments or form new bonds. Cancer: Emphasis on health, work routines, and daily responsibilities. Adopt new habits that enhance your well-being. Leo: Increased creativity, romance, and enjoyment of life. Pursue artistic projects and fun activities. Virgo: Focus on home and family matters. This is a good time for home improvements and strengthening family bonds. Libra: Enhanced communication and learning. Engage in community activities and express your ideas more openly. Scorpio: Financial growth and re-evaluation of values. Look for new income sources or investment opportunities. Sagittarius: Personal growth and self-confidence. It’s a time for new beginnings and pursuing personal goals. Capricorn: Spiritual growth and addressing subconscious issues. Focus on inner work and reflection. Aquarius: Expanding social networks and community involvement. Pursue shared goals with friends and groups. Pisces: Career growth and setting ambitious goals. Focus on professional achievements and your public image.

Astrological Aspects

Mercury in Taurus (until June 3, 2024) Practical and deliberate communication. Focus on stability in thinking and speech. Mercury enters Gemini (June 3, 2024) Quick, versatile, and communicative energy. Great for social interactions and intellectual pursuits. Venus in Taurus (until May 23, 2024) Emphasis on sensuality, comfort, and stability in relationships and finances. Venus enters Gemini (May 23, 2024) Lighthearted, flirtatious, and communicative energy in love and aesthetics. Mars in Aries (until June 8, 2024) Dynamic, assertive, and pioneering energy. Ideal for initiating projects and taking bold actions. Mars enters Taurus (June 8, 2024) Slow, steady, and persistent energy. Focus on practical actions and long-term efforts. Jupiter in Taurus (until May 25, 2024) Growth in financial matters, values, and material stability. Opportunities for financial expansion. Jupiter enters Gemini (May 25, 2024) Expansion in communication, learning, and social interactions. Great for intellectual growth. Saturn in Pisces (Station Retrograde on June 29, 2024) Reflection on boundaries, responsibilities, and spiritual commitments. Time to reassess long-term goals. Uranus in Taurus (Station Retrograde on September 1, 2024) Reevaluation of innovations and changes in finance and material aspects. Unpredictable shifts in values. Neptune in Pisces (Station Retrograde on July 2, 2024) Introspection on dreams, spirituality, and illusions. Time to reassess idealistic pursuits. Pluto in Aquarius (Retrograde until August 31, 2024) Deep transformation in societal structures and personal empowerment. Focus on collective change. Chiron in Aries (Station Retrograde on July 26, 2024) Healing old wounds related to identity and self-assertion. Time to address past hurts and grow stronger.

Disclaimer: Keep in mind that astrology is meant for entertainment purposes only and should not be taken as professional advice. While the Sagittarius Full Moon may resonate with your experiences, individual interpretations may vary. So, embrace the adventurous spirit, explore new horizons, and enjoy the cosmic ride! Remember, life's craziness can often be part of its magic.

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lee! changbin and ler! chan and minho!!

who wreck changbin really good😼

Diagnosis:

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Changbin

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Chan and Minho

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

[Medical AU]

I choose to keep the warnings secret to sustain some level of surprise to the story. Read at your own risk !!!⚠️ 

@jeonginsdiary HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE 💕

-Changbin is a soloist in this story-

also i wrote this 4 months before it released, so the template's the same LMAO

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Being a soloist certainly wasn’t easy. Especially if you live alone.

Changbin felt pretty lonely, watching as all the other groups in JYP file into their dorms after a long JYP NATION concert. 

He watched as all the members congratulated each other with hugs and happiness, and that feeling of loneliness only increased. 

He smiled and waved at everyone until he got back to his dorm, following by shutting the door and then facing the dark silence. 

He usually feels at home, but the place only feels cold now. 

Sometimes, he regretted choosing to work alone. Other times, he realizes that he’s too shy to work with other people. 

Changbin slumped down onto his couch, hating the way his stomach rolled up and fixing his posture. 

He wished he had someone who would help him feel the same love as the others did. But that was impossible. 

The days only passed, his break becoming filled with his thoughts. He had no one else to think about.

Soon enough, this mindset became increasingly draining, leaving Binnie exhausted constantly from overthinking and feeling overwhelmed. 

However, the company noticed this soon enough, and they scheduled him a psychological evaluation for the next day. 

Changbin scowled at the schedule. He hated doctors visits. 

The questions that his doctor asked him always made him feel small and uncomfortable, and he was certainly not looking forward to it happening again. 

But it had to be done. 

The next morning, he prepared himself for the crippling questions that pierced through his confidence, hoping that maybe, maybe things would be better today. 

Changbin arrived at his appointment on time, making sure that his doctor had nothing to criticize. 

But it wasn’t his doctor. 

“Mhm…Ah! Seo Changbin?” A man said, smiling sweetly at him. 

“T-That would be me.” Changbin cursed at himself internally for stuttering. He probably looked like a idiot. 

“Right this way.” 

Changbin tried not to scrunch his nose up at the strong smell of hand sanitizer, it was making his eyes water. 

The man, whose name tag said ‘Christopher Bang Chan’, led him to the room, where Binnie took a seat on the chair. 

He prepared himself for the uncomfortable questions. He was an idol after all. He was used to this. 

However, this doctor didn’t say anything like that at all.

“How are you feeling today?” Chris asked with a dimply smile. 

“I’m feeling good…” Changbin lied, the words came so easily to him. 

“I don’t think so.” Christopher replied nonchalantly as he pressed a sphygmomanometer [blood pressure cuff] to the rapper’s chest. 

“Your blood pressure's increased drastically...are you okay?” Chris furrowed his eyebrows at Changbin. 

“I guess idol work has me feeling a little anxious, nothing more I guess…” Changbin trailed off, avoiding eye contact with the doctor as if it was embarrassing. 

But instead of making him feel uncomfortable, Chris had actually listened. 

“What part of your work makes you feel this way? Is it the producing, the deadlines, the performances…?” Chan smiled sweetly at Changbin as he spoke, leaving the shorter feeling considerably relieved and relaxed. 

“I think I just feel a little…lonely?” Changbin tried to communicate, feeling as if he needed to more in depth, but before that could happen, Chan cut him off. 

“Ahhh, you’re a soloist, right? That makes sense. I think you just need to have a good time with someone who wants to be around you. That one thing could decrease that feeling.” Chris diagnosed, scribbling on his notepad. 

“Oh-Okay. But I…” Changbin didn’t feel like saying more. 

He didn’t have friends. At least, friends who wanted to be around him for his personality and not his money. 

“-You don’t have friends.” Chris replied, smiling at the way Bin’s eyes widened. 

“You are famous. It makes sense. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m retiring from this job soon. I’m going to become a producer, so you’ll probably see me around.” Chris talked, clearly trying to cheer the rapper up.

“O-Okay.” Changbin didn’t know how to respond, but he was considerably happier knowing that the doctor was going to do what he loved.

“We have another way to fix that, but only if you want to…” The taller clicked his pen a few times before checking a box on his sheet. 

Let’s say Binnie was a little more than desperate. “That’s okay, I want to do it.” He replied, smiling shyly back at his doctor.

“Okay, let me call the psychologist, his name is Minho, by the way, and he will explain the procedure.” Chris stood up and left the room, leaving Changbin waiting on the chair. 

“Good afternoon.” A man walked into the room, who Changbin presumed to be Minho. 

“Good afternoon.” Changbin replied quietly, feeling a little shy. 

“Right. So Chan told me everything, so I’m here to explain the procedure.” Minho stared down at his clipboard as he spoke. 

“Okay…” Changbin watched as Minho took his seat, leaning forward to clasp the rapper’s hands with his own. 

“Do you know the effects of laughing on a human being?” Minho almost whispered. 

“Laughing lets you release endorphins, and enhanced your intake of oxygen.” Binnie recalled. 

“Oooh, we have a smart man here!” Minho smiled heartily down at him, squeezing his hands once, which Changbin found surprisingly relaxing. 

“So we have to find a way to destress you, and make you laugh.” Minho continued, Changbin nodding along with him. 

“So, we’re going to have to take an injection. Are you scared of needles?”

Changbin shook his head, confused.

But if the company trusted this psychologist enough to assign him to Changbin, then he must be safe. 

Minho walked over to Changbin and gently removed his jacket, causing the younger to shiver from the sudden chill hitting his skin through his tank top. 

“Oh, you’re wearing the perfect shirt. I don’t even need to do anything!” Minho gently took Bin’s arm in his hand and lifted it above his head, earning a little squeak in return. 

Minho pulled a long piece of metal from the table and strapped Changbin’s hand to it, high above his head, making sure it stretched just enough not to hurt, adjusting the strap so that it was snug, but not uncomfortable. 

The psychologist did the same with the other arm, guiding Binnie to a sitting position and strapping his legs down as well. 

“How is this going to help me laugh?” Changbin asked, nerves increasing as he tried to unsuccessfully pull his arms down. 

Minho just smiled and scribbled up the boy’s side. 

Binnie squeaked loudly and jerked away, his eyes widening in realization. 

No. They wouldn’t. Would they?

 A bewildered Changbin watched as Minho opened a box and grabbed a needle, sterilizing it before walking over. 

“This’ll hurt for a few seconds, then it’ll feel really tingly, okay?” Minho smiled when Binnie nodded, bracing himself. 

The needle went in, piercing the underside of his bicep, and nothing could’ve prepared Changbin for the pain that followed.

However, he held it back. A few strained whimpers escaped him, but most of it was muffled. 

“Okay. We’re done. You okay?” Minho patted Binnie’s bicep, eyes widening in awe at the size of it. 

The older attached a bandage to the bleeding point.

“Mhm.” Changbin suddenly felt extremely tingly, the feeling spreading from the area on his bicep, down his arm, and throughout his body. 

He stifled a giggle at the incredibly ticklish sensation. 

“Okay, I would tell you what this injection does, but I think it’s better if I show you.” Minho called Chris back into the room, who looked delighted to see the shortest okay. 

"Okay! How was the injection? I bet it hurt, huh? Well, how about we cheer you up..." Chan gave the pinned boy an evil smirk before ducking his hands down and squeezing once at his side.

The youngest jerked harshly with a loud squeal. 

Changbin didn’t think he was that ticklish…but his thoughts were cut out a few seconds later by his own laughter.  

Chan’s fingers continued to tickle all over his torso lightly, and the eldest watched as Changbin muffled his own giggles by biting his lip and hiding his face in his bicep. 

“Aweee! He’s so cute! Don’t try to hold it in, that shot was just to make you more sensitive.” Chan teased, giggling when Changbin’s face turned a bright pink. 

“mhmhmAHAHAHA!” Changbin squealed through his laughter as Minho joined in at his underarms, and the fact that he was wearing a tanked shirt made the unbearable feeling at his bare underarms insanely strong. 

Changbin tugged at his arms, forgetting that they were pinned high above his head, leaving him at the complete mercy of the two doctors. 

“PLEHEHEASE! WHYHY AHARE YOUHU TIHIHICKLING MEHEHE?!?” Changbin made out through his loud hysterics.

“Eh. You were cute and needed a laugh. Why else~?” Minho teased even further, moving slightly further down and startling himself with the scream that the helpless boy underneath him emitted.

“NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” Binnie cackled, suddenly throwing his head back when Chan’s hands curled around to his back, leaving the boy twisting and squirming weakly. 

“Fine. Later, though.” Minho frowned, instead moving downwards and squeezing Changbin’s thighs. 

“NOHOHO IHIHITS TOOHO BAHAHAHAD! AAAAAHH DONT!” Chan’s fingers had resorted to digging at his v-line, throwing the youngest into another round of loud laughter. 

Changbin had never felt more ticklish in his life. 

He was pretty sure the shot was to make him more ticklish, even Chan had said so. 

Binnie didn’t even know it existed. He wasn’t complaining though, he definitely felt better than before. 

“AHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! STOHOHOHOP!-” Bin screeched, the feeling becoming way too overwhelming for him to handle. 

“Okay, break time!” Both boys let up on the heaving boy, who panted and gasped for breath. 

“ahaha…whyhy…” Changbin let out the last few giggles, smiling softly up at the two lers. 

“Never mind that. Why are you so freakin’ cute?!” Chan squeaked, pinching softly at the youngest’s cheeks. 

Changbin couldn’t help but blush, only to giggle lightly when the other two cooed even more. 

He finally caught his breath, only to start squealing again when Minho stroked lightly along the area between his armpit and highest rib, an obvious weak spot. 

The metal strap above his head clanged, Binnie squirming around as Minho dug one hand into the previously mentioned area. 

“AGGHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHAHAHA-” Changbin screamed uncontrollably and thrashed desperately at the insanely ticklish sensation. 

"Ouuu, this must be your worst spot!" Lino looked like he had found a pot of gold, making sure to contast the tickles on each side of Binnie's chest, one side lightly stroking, and the other side digging harshly.

"NOAHAHAHA! MINHO! MIHIHINHO PLEASE!"

Changbin didn't know which side to twist, both types of tickles were absolute torture for the poor soloist.

"He's too adorable! What's wrong bun? Someone's got the giggles?~" Chan cooed in a baby voice, squeezing Changbin's cheeks as he giggled at the flustered blush on the boy's face.

"Come on Chris! Help me tickle him! He isn't laughing hard enough!" Minho scolded, ignoring the loud screech emitted from the rapper.

"NOOOHO CHRIS DOHON'T HELP! I'LL DIHIHIE! PLEASE-"

"Of course you won't die! We're doctors, we know when to stop!" Chan glanced at the machine situated behind Binnie, which displayed the boy's statistics.

He was going to tap out soon.

Changbin begged and begged, tears streamed down his face, and he was twisting in every direction humanely possible.

Then Chris wriggled his fingers deep into the crevices of Binnie’s ribs, driving the helpless boy underneath him ballistic.

Changbin screamed as loud he could, which was pretty loud, and desperately tugged at his arms, which were infuriatingly still strapped above his head, unwilling to crash down anytime soon.

"OOH he's so loud!" Chan whined, as if he wasn't the one breaking the poor boy beneath them.

"Good thing the room's soundproof. It sounds like we're murdering him!" Minho winced as he pulled another scream from the soloist beneath him.

But Changbin would be lying if he said he hated it. 

"Say that you're happy, and we'll stop." Chan decided to give the poor boy a chance.

“BAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIM HAHAHAHAPPY!!!”

And just like that, the torture stopped. 

Chris unbuckled his wrists, and Changbin slumped, breathless, against the chair. 

Minho handed him a pill and a glass of water.

"What's this fohor?" Changbin stared at the small pill resting in his palm.

"It's the antidote for that injection you took. Though I would have liked it to stay like that, don't ya think?~" Minho teased, wiggling a singular finger in Binnie's face and watching him squirm.

The soloist popped the pill before downing the glass of water, slumping backwards against the chair and panting slightly.

“Do you feel better?” Minho asked, gently rubbing at his sore wrists. 

“Y-Yehea…” Binnie gave them a wide smile, and Minho couldn’t help but squish his cheek again. 

“Sorry ‘bout that. It’s kinda something we do for anxious or sad patients. Especially idols who need a laugh. You feeling better?” Chan giggled nervously.

“Y-Yeah. I’m definitely coming back later.” Changbin flushed when the other two cooed at him, exchanging numbers with him. 

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Changbin went back to his dorm, the flat looking a lot more comforting than before. 

He slept. A lot. 

Then someone knocked on his door.

Distracted from the light of his laptop (chop chop cooking up a hotpot-), Binnie opened the door.

"Hi! I'm apparently supposed to join your group? I'm your new leade-WAIT. Changbin?!" Chan squealed.

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #BAHSJD #IM SORRY ABOUT THE CRAPPY ENDING #this flustered me WAYY TOO MUCH #my brain is empty haha #I KNOW I SAY THIS EVERY TIME #but this may be the best fic i have ever written #agree with me?

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(Episode 404, The Mysterious Angel's Mansion - pt. 2)

This little scene is probably one of my favorite DB interactions in the entire show -v- Everything from the way they got here— that is, Conan deliberately starting shit (and then throwing hands sksksk)— to the way they each react to the situation, to the eventual resolution and their implied state of their relationship with Conan...

To be fair, their dynamic is more than implied and we see it in action all the time, but rarely do we get to see anything apart from the reactionary, situational interactions necessitated by some external circumstance. Friends sometimes fight amongst themselves, kids even moreso, but the DB often get tangled in such dire, life-or-death situations that we usually don't get to evaluate the friendship beyond raw reactions to things like Genta nearly being shot, Mitsuhiko going missing, drivers taking off with Ayumi in the trunk, etc.

You could happily argue that this is just proof of strong relationships, because there's no time to premeditate anything and they're forced to be little balls of instinct-- and I would agree, but that's not the angle I'm taking with this scene.

Obviously, Conan is Team Mom, always spearheading the charge and guiding and looking after the others, but if the DB rarely hear Conan apologize for anything (as is the implication here), it fits right in with his character. He's a proud individual and having to even associate with children is, at least in the beginning of the series, embarrassing to him. Haibara even teases him a little afterwards with an observation that it's "tough" to motivate kids, possibly referring to the mental mountain he had to summit by admitting that he was wrong.

The only thing that could maybe make me like this scene more is if Conan's authenticity were less nebulous, but that same ambiguity is exactly what makes this scene appealing to me, too: reuniting the group by forcing a conflict to overcome despair and hopelessness and press onwards for the sake of someone else is, to Shinichi, probable justification to be both disingenuous or earnest about an apology, so I'm… well, I don't come away from this scene really knowing which one it is, and I... kind of love that. The series struggles with grey areas and I will absolutely take what I can get here

So does anyone think he meant it? Shinichi obviously cares about the children, so the natural answer is yes, but whether he's more or less honest about his apology has no bearing on the result— the kids stop fighting either way— so... at least in my head... there is no correct answer. It's left entirely to the viewer and just comes down to how you interpret his character: if he meant it, cool, the fact that he cares enough about the kids to put aside his pride for them is selfless and delightful; if he didn't, well... that's equally intriguing, isn't it? Maybe he's simply too proud to apologize and mean it, and the fight was just a means to an end (and nothing more) so that they could continue pursuing the solution to their dilemma... which could mean that Shinichi has an enduring problem prioritizing the mystery* over his peers (exactly the thing that got him into the Conan mess in the first place)...

This is a very short scene but goddamn if I don't enjoy the hell out of it. I love the kids and I wish they did more open-ended stuff with them like this (sobbing)

#dcmk #internal screaming hours #text #edogawa conan #tsuburaya mitsuhiko #yoshida ayumi #kojima genta #haibara ai #queue #long post

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

*SPOILERS* ARLECCHINO STORY QUEST!

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So, ppl are mad the Traveler lost to Arlecchino...

The Traveler bodied Childe and Signora in simple 1 V 1 fights. Even when their opponents got to use power-ups, the Traveler remained the same.

Scaramouche, when by himself and not capitalizing off of Tatarigami in the atmosphere, is not a threat to the Traveler despite what he thinks. The people was the most threat to were Fatui grunts and random civilians without Visions.

People need to be honest about his Boss Fight. It was cool and flashy, and also lame. When ppl try hyping him up as soooo dangerous because the Traveler failed to defeat him in a dream 168 times, they conveniently ignore how his ass got so easily tricked into a dream in the first place. They ignore a lot about his Boss Fight actually.

1.) His own body was insufficient for 'godhood'. He needed to rely on a group of 'feeble humans' to create a better puppet body for one. He couldn't do it.

2.) That larger puppet body was capable of channeling multiple elements, which he was not shown to be capable of at all in any of the times he showed up prior to that. Signora even said he only had his rank because he could take more pain and suffering than most and was effectively impossible to kill/destroy.

3.) The puppet body was powered by a Gnosis, which was not his and was not original intended for his use specifically. The Gnosis was used to amplify the larger puppet's elemental abilities.

4.) He was hooked up to that larger puppet for months and had the scholars funneling all kinds of canned knowledge into his vessel to make a new god. None of that information was learned by himself. He needed humans to hook him up to a system they created and needed them to inject it into his mind for him. He did none of that work.

5.) The Shouki no Kami was a result of the efforts of a bunch of humans. All he did was sit there and let them shove tubes in his back. It was probably painful but becoming a 'god' was through barely any personal effort of his own. It was other people doing all the work.

6.) The people of Sumeru City were forced into a 168-day Samsara to collect knowledge, wisdom, and jnana energy for the larger puppet body. Dragging the Traveler for needing all 168 versions of the dream fight to be in their mind and having 1K ppl crowd-source a solution for the official fight, isn't it. Scaramouche needed 168 days of content from those same 1K people to help power his fancy mech suit in the first place.

The Traveler defeating him makes complete sense. Dude somehow lost even with a Gnosis in his possession and the Traveler didn't have a Gnosis to use. The Traveler wasn't even using all the Elements they have access to. Or a better weapon.

Arlecchino has her Blood Fire Curse, a Pyro Vision, and a Pyro Delusion all going at once. She is way more powerful than Childe, Signora, and base Scaramouche all put together. Her curse thing gives her power we don't even understand. We cannot properly evaluate her true threat level because we don't know what it does, or how it works.

The other three were predictable in battle once the Traveler got used to them. That's cuz the power sources make enough sense. Vision = primitive Gnosis that grants specific Elemental Power. Delusion = Vision Wannabe + negative health effects. Gnosis = Elemental Power Amplifier for gods. But the Blood Fire Curse thing? That's new. There's nothing like it anywhere else for the Traveler to learn about it or compare it to.

Also, the Traveler was not going all out because Arlecchino was not going all out either. The Traveler knew that she was testing her children and also knew the fight wasn't really theirs. She had already planned for the fight to happen and wanted the Traveler to protect the children if the time came, but it was not really their fight because they were not enemies. That's why Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet's attacks all appear during the battle and why they're talking the whole time. This was their fight with the Traveler as a back-up.

The children had to show a sufficient level of skill and improvement for Arlecchino to change the punishment they were due, but she was the one to choose when the demonstration ended. The Traveler was the only one still standing by the end, and Arlecchino used her curse to make eye contact and Tsukuyomi them and then manipulated their body into being unable to move(bloodbending???) to defend themself while she came at them.

How do you fight what you do not know? The twins got bodied by the Sustainer... because they didn't know what her powers were or what they were capable of. If they went into that battle with all the knowledge already, it probably would have ended very differently. That's just how it goes. That's why everyone wonders what the rematch will be like, especially with all the Elements and that weird golden power on the Traveler's side.

Ranks actually matter for the Harbingers. Arlecchino being #4 means she's very high up there. The Traveler has defeated every Harbinger Boss up until now and it's actually good that they didn't win this one. Even if it wasn't a real fight on their behalf, they got a good look into what the highest-ranking Harbingers are capable of. And that will serve as a lesson. She was only #4, could do all of that shit, and there are still 3 people above her.

This served as a good lesson on the dangers of hubris imo. If the Traveler beat her with all that shit she did while the Traveler wasn't trying their best, I'd be pissed.

#genshin impact #arlecchino

[curio-queries]

Run BTS: 048 | Protect the BTS Village part 2

Original Air Date: 10 APR 2018 Episode Length: 36:13 Total Parts: 2 YouTube English Subtitles: Yes Title Song: Blood Sweat & Tears

Synopsis: Conclusion of the previous ep. We find out exactly what happened with the Blue village

Production: Excellent framework choice to end the previous ep with Jimin's sly smile and start the next one here. It could be that they didn't get much footage without Jimin being sus, but it gives the audience a different perspective on the events of the episode KNOWING that JM is bad. it's a good thing they went through all of the hints at the end. In my opinion, the teams were completely unbalanced. There only should have been 2 imposters. The good guys are already at a disadvantage, not knowing anyone they can trust, and these clues were a little too subtle for the members. but overall, it was very watchable and cut together well to reveal the blue members with appropriate pacing.

Endearment: Same as before, the guys do a little better with the actual game when they're given a little more solid direction like searching for the journals

Winner: YG, JM, V

Loser: JN, RM, JH, JK

Best Cheater: Jimin. Hiding Hobi's journal!

Member Moments:

RM: RM, you were so close! He was starting to figure it out but he let the group sway him! lesson one in social deduction games, if someone is being sussed by all of the players, they're usually not it since the imposters won't out their buddies. It's not clear to us if the guys know that the blue villagers know who eachother are but definitely something to keep in mind.

JN: This episode is a pivotal moment in Jin's character development for social deduction games. he brings this up for yeaaaarrs to come.

YG: Ahh, yoongi, you put in so much effort and that pesky bus ticket...

JH: The Hobi/Jimin wallet conversation is iconic. and we see again, this manner that Hobi adopts when he's been wrongfully accused. I'm telling you, if he could nail that for when he's actually guilty, he'd be unstoppable.

JM: Jimin, the most adorable evil smirk in history??

V: V's package was from yeontan!! i never noticed that before! not our beloved Tannie!!

JK: Ahhh, JK's habbit of fixating on one task. he spends this whole episode looking for his journal to no avail.

Bonus Content: Honestly, I'm kinda dissapointed in the bonus content for these episodes. i get that there's a specific person filming for this but there were cameras all over that set; there had to be some interesting content that didn't make the final cut. the best part of the bonus content for me is the tiny bit of an interview the winning and losing teams did.

CQ Rank: 5

(CQ Eval Date: 04 FEB 2024)

Check out this post for my Masterlist of all episodes and descriptions of how I'm evaluating these.

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#Youtube #run bts #ep.048 #bangtan sonyeondan #bts #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

In the two years after the US Supreme Court overturned Roe v Wade, leading to abortion bans across many parts of the south and midwest, abortion rights have only grown more popular, new polling from Pew Research Center has found.

A majority of Americans has long supported abortion rights. But more than 60% of Americans now believe abortion should be legal in all or most cases – a four percentage-point jump from 2021, the year before Roe fell.

This support transcends numerous demographic divides in US society: most men, women, white people, Black people, Hispanic people and Asian people believe abortion should be legal in all or most cases. It extends to majorities of all age groups and education levels, although 18-to-29-year-olds and people with more education are more likely than other cohorts to believe abortion should be legal in all or most cases.

People who live under abortion bans have also become increasingly supportive of abortion access since the overturning of Roe in June 2022. In August 2019, only 30% of people who live in states where abortion is now outlawed said they believed it should be easier to access abortion. Today, 42% of people in the same states say that.

The broad support for abortion may prove pivotal in the upcoming US elections – Joe Biden’s re-election campaign has zeroed in on abortion as a winning issue as the president continues to trail Donald Trump in polls. Battleground states such as Arizona and Nevada are expected to hold ballot measures to protect abortion rights, which Democrats hope will boost both voter turnout and their own chances.

Democrats are far more likely than Republicans to support abortion rights, with 85% of Democrats and Democratic-leaning voters believing that abortion should be legal in all or most circumstances. By contrast, 41% of Republican or Republican-leaning voters said the same.

GOP opposition to abortion is largely fueled by conservative Republicans, since more than 70% who identify as such think abortion should be illegal in all or most circumstances. More than two-thirds of moderate and liberal Republicans support abortion rights, Pew found.

Among the groups measured by Pew, conservative Republicans and white evangelical Protestants were the only groups with majorities that opposed abortion access. Nearly three-quarters of white evangelical Protestants think abortion should be illegal in all or most circumstances.

Some people’s views of abortion did grow more complex the deeper Pew inquired. Most groups that support abortion rights ultimately thought abortion should be legal in “most” circumstances, rather than “all”. In other polling on abortion, support for the procedure tends to dwindle when people are asked whether they would back abortions in the second or third trimester of pregnancy.

More strikingly, Pew also asked Americans to evaluate how much they agreed with certain statements about abortion. More than half of Americans agreed with the statement that “the decision about whether to have an abortion should belong solely to the pregnant woman”, while only 35% of Americans say they agreed that “human life begins at conception, so an embryo is a person with rights” – a stance that would logically lead them to oppose abortion.

Yet a third of Americans said that both statements describe their views to some extent, even though those statements clash.

#us politics #news #the guardian #2024 #pew research center #polling #polls #statistics #roe v wade #abortions #abortion bans #reproductive justice #reproductive health #reproductive rights #women's rights

[runa-falls]

Hi can I make a request for Steven grant? Where you and Steven are close friends, both have unsaid feelings. He’s now a tour guide and you join his tour one day with out him letting him know. he’s taught you so much about Egypt throughout your friendship, so you’re the most intrigued out of the group of patrons, asking lots of questions because you know how much Steven loves to inform. Cute fluff pining.

The Promotion

thank you for the request @harrys-tittie (love the username btw)

pairing: steven grant x reader

rating: fluff, fluff, fluff :D

warnings: friends-to-lovers type pining, a little kissing, steven being a flustered little cutie pie 😩

word count: 1.9k

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I loved this request cuz of soft!steven and how excited he gets ab egypt 🥺 this one is a bit longer than I meant for it to be--

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Steven has been a ball of nervous energy ever since he got his promotion. And you get it, going from a gift shoppist to a full on tour guide is a huge step, one he’s been anticipating since he started working at the museum.

But you have full faith that he’ll knock everyone’s socks off, knowing how in-the-zone he can get when it comes to the subject of Egyptology. You’ve seen the way his nervous demeanor can melt away when he recalls intricate stories of different Egyptian gods. 

Apparently, he was caught vomiting information to a customer who was just trying to buy some scarab-shaped gummies. Instead of demanding him to shut up and get back to work like Donna would (and has several times), the suited man stuck around, intrigued by the vast knowledge Steven readily presented onto deaf ears.

It just so happened that he was the manager who looked over the tour guides at the museum. He was on his way to meet with Donna when his ears perked at Steven’s passionate lecture.

“Hey.” A gruff voice forces Steven to pause his rambling. He freezes up, eyes wide, finally noticing the stout man standing behind the customer. His arms are folded over his suited chest as he squints back, evaluating the curly headed cashier. “What’s your name?” Steven starts shifting uneasily, certain he was about to get chewed out. 

“Uh, Steven?” It’s said more like a question, as if he were afraid he’d say the wrong answer. He swallows deeply, throat dry with anxiety. “With a ‘v’.” He mentally facepalms himself, wondering why he felt the need to add that bit of information. 

“Ok, ‘Steven with a v’, how much do you know about Egyptian gods?” 

“I-I suppose I know a lot more than a gift shoppist should…” He says sheepishly, mentally preparing himself to be yelled at. The man nods with consideration, thoughts visibly running through his balding  head. 

“Would you be interested in giving tours here?” Blinking dumbly, Steven wonders if he heard him correctly. 

“Tours?” He almost coughs it out, surprise leaving him breathless.

“Yes, like educating people about Ancient Egypt.”

“Are you… serious?”

“I don’t know, are you?”

—

Immediately after, you received a very loud call full of excited babbling, nervous muttering, and gasps of disbelief, followed by a soft invitation to join him for a celebration dinner at his place. 

You’ve never seen him so awake when he answered the door, ushering you into his delicious smelling flat. Lit candles are scattered around different tables, beautifully basking his apartment in a warm glow.

Your face beams at the romantic setting, ignoring the riskiness of having open flamed candles so close to his many stacks of books. You notice the elegantly set table near the ‘kitchen’, already donned with dinner. 

“Wow, Steven, this is amazing.” Now you regret arriving in casual street clothes. Usually you and Steven have weekly dinners, talking about everything and nothing, or eating while binging tv shows. It was always a last minute deal, never on the same day two weeks in a row. You assumed this would be the same.

As you start to shrug off your worn sweater, you feel gentle fingers brush against the base of your neck, sending shivers up your body. Steven doesn’t notice as he innocently assists tugging it off of you before placing it on the coat rack next to his door. 

“S’nothing really.” He rubs the back of his neck with a small smile, a nervous tick you’ve become familiar with. “Just wanted to share this big news with m’best mate, is all.” Your shoulders sag at that, reminded of your one-sided feelings once again. 

“I’m so happy for you, Steven! You’re finally getting what you deserve.” He responds with a shy smile, eyes refusing to meet yours. You find his flustered demeanor so endearing. Loving how his face heats up when he catches you staring, or the way his words start to stutter as your thighs touch on the couch. 

Poor, oblivious Steven has no idea how intentional those actions are. 

Through dinner he raves about the script he has planned for his first set of tours, eagerly sharing the different sections he’ll be presenting. You mentally take a note when he mentions when he will be giving tours, wanting to see your best friend in action. 

“...So now they want me there every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, alternating with another guide who specializes in Ancient Egypt, too.” You listen attentively, happily drinking in his excitement. “God. I can’t believe this is actually happening!” 

“You’re gonna be great, Steven!” You take a hold of his hand across the table, giving him a reassuring squeeze, “I’ve never met anyone who knows about Egypt like you do, you’re brilliant.” 

Unfortunately the cheery mood doesn’t last for long. The honeymoon phase ceases as a wave of concern crashes over him.  “Oh god, but what if I say something stupid or trip into a priceless artifact while walking backwards to guide them? Maybe I haven’t thought this through all the way!”

“Steven- Please, calm down. We both know you’re at your best when speaking of something you’re passionate about, hm?” He nods, anxiously patting down his curls. “So just pretend like you’re guiding me through the museum, yeah?”

“Okay. Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

—

Your chest heaves with short breaths as you rush out of the bus and up the steps of the museum. You only have five minutes before the tour starts. 

It’s Friday afternoon, the last day of Steven’s first week as a tour guide. You meant to show up earlier in the week, but work has been understaffed and unbelievably demanding. Luckily, your co-worker agreed to cover you for today. Of course, you only found this out an hour before you were supposed to catch the bus. . 

You check your watch, hoping it would give you more time to cool down once you get inside. You spot a group of people congregating to the side of the enormous room, talking idly as they wait for their tour guide. Perfect, you’re right on time. 

“Hello!” A familiar light voice acknowledges the group. You turn to see Steven in a crisp looking outfit, lanyard hanging around his neck. The conversations hush as people start to notice him, heads turning to consider the soft spoken man. 

“Welcome to the National Art Gallery! I am Steven, with a v,” He points at his cute little name tag pinned onto his shirt, “and I’ll be showing you some Ancient Egyptian artifacts today.” The group obediently shuffles after him as he guides them to the first artifact. 

We stop in front of a green eye-shaped artifact covered by a protective glass box. Everyone gathers around the ceramic amulet, amazed by its perfect condition. You stay back wanting to hear what Steven has to say about it.

“This is a 'wedjat' eye amulet. It represents the healed eye of Horus, the god of the sky. It is said that Horus’ eye was injured or taken by Seth, the god of disorder, then ultimately restored by Thoth, the god of knowledge. To the Egyptians, the wedjat eye symbolizes rebirth and embodies the power to heal.” He pauses, letting the information sit as people continue to silently gaze at the tiny artifact. 

You raise your hand wanting him to continue. “I have a question.” 

“Sure-” He turns at your voice, choking on his response when he sees you. You send him a sheepish smile, not meaning to fluster him. “I-uh, yes. What is your question?”

“Since these represent rebirth, are they buried with the dead?”

“Yes, actually, I’m glad you brought that up!” He winks at you, sending heat tingling at the tops of your cheeks. He turns back to speak to the whole crowd. “Since these amulets are believed to have healing and protective powers, curators have found them around tombs and even placed on the forehead of some mummies."

He gestures towards the delicate artifact, "This one in particular was found on the mummy of Nesmin’s forehead. He was an Egyptian priest and he was buried with 30 other amulets!” You hear some ‘wow’s and ‘damn’s scattered in the crowd. You can’t help the grin that pulls at your lips as you watch Steven in his natural element. 

—

“Should’ve told me you were coming…I would’ve taken you on a personal tour!” 

“Nonsense. I loved watching you work your magic, mesmerizing your audience.” You nudge your elbow at him teasingly, hands still shoved in your coat to defend against the cool air. You’re walking side-by-side as the sun lowers, looking for a nice hot meal on the way home. 

He playfully rolls his eyes, bashfully taking your compliment. He walks in front of you before taking steps backwards like he’s still giving you a tour. “I mean, at least I didn’t fall when I walked backwards. I’m basically a pro at it now.” He shrugs, slowing to a stop and blocking you from going any further. 

“Uh, and thank you for asking so many questions. I finally got to talk about things that weren’t in the script.”

“I was really curious about everything you showed us, and you didn’t even hesitate to answer every question I threw at you. You were amazing up there!” 

“You’re amazing.” His quiet voice contradicts the way his dark eyes bore down into yours. You realize this is the first time he has held eye contact with you for more than a few seconds. 

Your lips part like you’re about to say something, but you can’t utter a word as he takes a few steps closer, taking your hands out of your pockets before wrapping them in his.

“I-uh, I think you’re amazing–I mean–well I already said that.” His thumbs rub over your palms as he rambles on, mouth moving faster than his mind can keep up with. “You are very beautiful–not like that’s all you are, uhm, and smart and you are weirdly good at uno-?” 

“I think you’re amazing too.” You stare up at him through your lashes, interrupting him with a shy smile. “I think you’re adorable, way too sweet for your own good,” comforting brown eyes search your face, praying to the gods that your words are true, “and you’re weirdly bad at uno.” You smirk as you finish, relishing in the warmth of how close he is to you. 

“But in a like-like way, right?” You nod slowly, taking his face in your hands. Your eyes trail along each dip and bow of his lips.

“Yes Steven, in a like-like way.”

“O-okay, cool, ‘cos I feel the same. Like, I like you in a like-like-” You shut him up with a kiss, almost melting from the feel of his soft mouth eagerly pushing back. His body relaxes against yours, breathing you in as his hands pull you closer by your waist. You hum in approval as he hesitantly slides his tongue against yours. 

He starts to become more confident as he continues, nipping at your bottom lip to earn himself a small whimper. Your lips separate for a breath, still holding on to each other in the middle of the sidewalk.

You feel heat run down your body as you meet his gaze, eyes unabashedly drinking in your mussed form.  You’re not used to being the flustered one. 

“I could give you a personalized tour of my flat, if you’d like?” He holds a breath, hoping he isn’t being too forward all of the sudden.

“I’d like that.” 

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant fluff #moon knight #moon knight fanfic #moon knight request #steven grant request #friends to lovers #gift shoppist to tour guide #oscar issac #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac x you #request #request fic

[beardedmrbean]

June 29 (Reuters) - The U.S. Supreme Court on Thursday struck down race-conscious student admissions programs currently used at Harvard University and the University of North Carolina in a sharp setback to affirmative action policies often used increase the number of Black, Hispanic and other underrepresented minority groups on campuses.

The justices ruled in favor of a group called Students for Fair Admissions, founded by anti-affirmative action activist Edward Blum, in its appeal of lower court rulings upholding programs used at the two prestigious schools to foster a diverse student population.

The affirmative action cases represented the latest major rulings powered by the Supreme Court's conservative majority. The court in June 2022 overturned the 1973 Roe v. Wade decision that had legalized abortion nationwide and widened gun rights in a pair of landmark rulings.

Many institutions of higher education, corporations and military leaders have long backed affirmative action on campuses not simply to remedy racial inequity and exclusion in American life but to ensure a talent pool that can bring a range of perspectives to the workplace and U.S. armed forces ranks.

According to Harvard, around 40% of U.S. colleges and universities consider race in some fashion.

Harvard and UNC have said they use race as only one factor in a host of individualized evaluations for admission without quotas - permissible under previous Supreme Court precedents - and that curbing its consideration would cause a significant drop in enrollment of students from under-represented groups.

Critics, who have tried to topple these policies for decades, argue these policies are themselves discriminatory.

Many U.S. conservatives and Republican elected officials have argued that giving advantages to one race is unconstitutional regardless of the motivation or circumstances. Some have advanced the argument that remedial preferences are no longer needed because America has moved beyond racist policies of the past such as segregation and is becoming increasingly diverse.

The dispute presented the Supreme Court's conservative majority an opportunity to overturn its prior rulings allowing race-conscious admissions policies.

Blum's group in lawsuits filed in 2014 accused UNC of discriminating against white and Asian American applicants and Harvard of bias against Asian American applicants.

Students for Fair Admissions alleged that the adoption by UNC, a public university, of an admissions policy that is not race neutral violates the guarantee to equal protection of the law under the U.S. Constitution's 14th Amendment.

The group contended Harvard, a private university violated Title VI of a landmark federal law called the Civil Rights Act of 1964, which bars discrimination based on race, color or national origin under any program or activity receiving federal financial assistance.

Lower courts rejected the group's claims, prompting appeals to the U.S. Supreme Court asking the justices to overturn a key precedent holding that colleges could consider race as one factor in the admissions process because of the compelling interest of creating a diverse student body.

Affirmative action has withstood Supreme Court scrutiny for decades, most recently in a 2016 ruling involving a white student, backed by Blum, who sued the University of Texas after being rejected for admission.

The Supreme Court has shifted rightward since 2016 and now includes three justices who dissented in the University of Texas case and three new appointees by former Republican President Donald Trump.

#nunyas news

[mirageofficial]

𖤐 ⤸ the beginning of mirage didn’t actually start at their debut in 2020. in fact, the group’s history dates as far back as 2013 — which is when arin began her trainee journey. along the way, many of the girls have either crossed paths or share multiple connections. regardless, looking into their overall bond as a group might make one think that all roads taken would lead right back to mirage.

PART 01 : PAIRS WITH EUNAE OR ARIN . . .

﹒﹒𖥻、nari & arin ゛⿻ (2ri)

“you’re my youth, my grateful friend. you’re my pride and heaven, i’m really glad it was you to guide me.”

arin is practically nari’s child

relies on nari the most out of anyone on the planet with xepher as a close second — the found family trope is a pattern in mirage, but it’s most prevalent with them

when arin wanted to practice more, nari was always the first person to volunteer in staying later with her

arin arrived at kq feeling defeated after recently not succeeding on idol school, but nari tried incredibly hard to make arin feel empowered again

2ri were often put in the same evaluation groups because staff kept mixing up their names, so regardless of their clashing personalities they had to learn to get along

when nari learned how young arin was after joining kq, she introduced her to xepher and both older girls felt like the youngest should move in with them — especially when arin finished her training fairly quickly

when eunae joined the team, the girls moved into a bigger apartment for more room because there was a time when mirage was predicted to end up as a quartet — the move led to 2ri being roommates before nako arrived

from the perspective of the oldest, nari watched arin blossom the most out of everyone

they rarely argue because of arin’s patience & nari being more of a peacemaker + empath

﹒﹒𖥻、eunae & nako ゛⿻ (eunko)

“all this time i was told home is a place, but i think that home is you. you’re my best friend for the rest of my life, i wish i had the courage to say it more.”

eunae & nako first met in late 2018. eunae’s brother was still in pentagon while nako was dating yuto — the girls were merely acquaintances, and jihun was actually closer to nako at the time

when fate was serving as both a miracle and nightmare, it put eunko in similar situations upon joining mirage & naturally led to them sticking together

eunae & nako complete each other like pieces of a puzzle — what one lacks, the other makes up for

coincidentally, there’s a pattern from songs of past releases where if nako has a verse or line, eunae has a part that follows & vice versa. fans call this the “eunko parts” of a mirage song

eunko once said on a livestream that their song is definitely friends by v & jimin of bts — they relate to it a lot in terms of their bond

before it became a song for mirage’s 2023 world tour, eunae’s solo song masquerade was originally going to be on rebirth — it’s written by both of them & produced by nako, which eunae requested

nako calls eunae her “soulmate” in her bubble messages, more frequently rather than using her actual name

eunae felt like if she was the last member to join, mirage would look incomplete and she would have a hard time becoming close with everyone — but nako’s arrival actually gave her some sort of reassurance and trust in the process

﹒﹒𖥻、eunae & arin ゛⿻ (eunrin)

“our friendship is special because we’re a mystery to each other, you’re like the moon and i’m the stars.”

eunrin didn’t get along right away. it took arin stepping beyond the safety of only knowing nari & xepher for them to finally click

before this, eunae made a few attempts to connect more with her but arin wasn’t really opening up like eunae hoped

a plot twist happened when arin embraced the changes following two new members and she realized she was maybe being a little too harsh on eunae — so she began doing small, thoughtful things for her like asking to join her for food

arin and eunae are now much closer than they seem, and often spend time together to breathe when work gets stressful

they argue the most when discussing vocal distribution or/and properly hitting high notes

eunae and arin view each other more as an older/younger sister dynamic

they both got closer through sharing a hobby of covering songs together

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[prosperityhealthbh]

Crafting a Comprehensive Marketing Plan for Your Rehabilitation Center

In the healthcare industry, particularly within the realm of rehabilitation services, having a solid marketing plan is essential for reaching your target audience, attracting clients, and establishing your center as a trusted provider of care. A wellcrafted marketing plan not only helps in promoting your services but also in differentiating your center from competitors and ultimately driving growth and success. In this comprehensive guide, we'll delve into the key components of creating an effective marketing plan tailored specifically for a rehabilitation center.

I. Introduction to Marketing for Rehabilitation Centers

Setting the Stage: Brief overview of the importance of marketing in the healthcare sector, particularly for rehabilitation centers.

Understanding the Audience: Highlighting the diverse demographic groups that may require rehabilitation services and the significance of targeting them effectively.

II. Market Analysis

 Assessing the Competitive Landscape: Conducting a thorough analysis of existing rehabilitation centers in your area, including their services, reputation, and target demographics.

 Identifying Opportunities and Challenges: Pinpointing gaps in the market where your center can excel and recognizing potential obstacles that may hinder your marketing efforts.

III. Defining Your Unique Selling Proposition (USP)

 Highlighting Your Center's Strengths: Identifying the unique features and strengths of your rehabilitation center, such as specialized programs, experienced staff, or stateoftheart facilities.

 Addressing Client Needs: Understanding the specific needs and preferences of your target audience and how your center can fulfill them better than competitors.

IV. Setting Marketing Objectives and Goals

 SMART Goals: Establishing specific, measurable, achievable, relevant, and timebound objectives for your marketing efforts, such as increasing client inquiries, improving brand awareness, or expanding services to new demographics.

 Benchmarking Progress: Creating metrics to track the success of your marketing initiatives and regularly evaluating performance against set goals.

V. Developing Strategies and Tactics

 Digital Marketing: Leveraging online channels such as social media, search engine optimization (SEO), and content marketing to increase visibility and attract potential clients.

 Traditional Marketing: Exploring traditional methods like print advertisements, direct mail campaigns, and community outreach events to reach local audiences effectively.

 Referral Programs: Establishing partnerships with healthcare professionals, community organizations, and previous clients to generate referrals and build credibility.

 Educational Content: Creating informative content such as blog posts, videos, and webinars to educate the public about rehabilitation services and position your center as an authority in the field.

VI. Implementation Plan

 Allocating Resources: Determining the budget, personnel, and tools required to execute your marketing plan effectively.

 Timeline and Milestones: Creating a detailed schedule outlining when each marketing initiative will be launched and setting milestones for tracking progress.

 Assigning Responsibilities: Delegating tasks to team members or external partners and ensuring clear communication and accountability throughout the implementation process.

VII. Monitoring and Evaluation

 Tracking Key Metrics: Monitoring the performance of your marketing activities using metrics such as website traffic, conversion rates, client inquiries, and customer feedback.

 Analyzing Results: Reviewing data regularly to identify trends, successes, and areas for improvement, and making adjustments to your marketing strategy accordingly.

 Continuous Improvement: Adopting a mindset of continuous learning and adaptation to stay ahead of the competition and meet the evolving needs of your target audience.

VIII. Conclusion

Crafting a comprehensive marketing plan for rehabilitation center is not just about promoting your services—it's about connecting with your audience, addressing their needs, and positioning your center as the top choice for rehabilitation care. By following the steps outlined in this guide, you can develop a strategic marketing plan that not only attracts clients but also fosters longterm growth and success for your center.

#marketing #marketing plan #drug rehab

[ateez--presents]

Underneath the Stars

- Mingi x Yeosang

- Hot!Mingi & Cold!Yeosang

- One-shot

- Stargazing

- Fluff

- Written by : ateez--presents

Mingi leaned back and braced himself on his two hands, the smooth concrete he sat on cool to the touch. The roof of their dorm was truly a heaven-sent gift. He often found himself up here when life got in the way of his mental recovery, just to look at the stars.

The stars.

Big, hot, balls of gas, millions of miles away.

It never ceased to make Mingi feel small. Sometimes he hated it, wished he could just wallow and let himself feel bigger than life. But right now, it's all he could wish for. For the chance at letting himself be irrelevant.

A sigh escaped his lips, the cold air making a fog in front of him. He couldn't get enough of the cold weather, body always running warm. That usually meant people would (gently and lovingly) wiggle out of his hugs in the summer, his body heat making it worse. But then, it also meant he was the group's designated human heater for the first 2 years of their debut.

Every single night, at least two members would be curled by his side, cold feet pressed to his shins to keep warm. However, over time, the many members snuggled in his sheets slowly changed into his one boyfriend.

His adorable boyfriend, who, funnily enough, was the least tolerable towards the cold. If the air-conditioning was too strong, his teeth would already chatter and his hands begin to tremor harder.

This would then give him a reason to hold Mingi's hands, or shove them into his pockets to interlace their fingers. It would also mean Mingi opening his coat to let him settle inside, like a little puppy out in the rain.

The door opened with a heavy creak making Mingi turn his head to the side to catch a glimpse of it. Speak of the devil. Mingi smiled fondly as Yeosang clambered out, clad in his black wool jacket and a heat pack. The jacket was zipped up, but from beneath it Mingi could saw his own navy hoodie that Yeosang had stolen; and Mingi knew without a doubt there was already a t-shirt beneath the hoodie.

"It's cold out, baby, what are you doing up here?" Mingi asked gently, holding a hand out to his lover.

"What are you doing out here?" Yeosang mumbled, waddling over to Mingi. "And underdressed at that," he sniffed.

Mingi looked down at himself. The grey fleece sweatpants and matching hoodie were warm enough for him, a blanket too thin for the weather around his shoulders. Yeosang scoffed at Mingi's self-evaluation, but didn't complain when Mingi pulled him by the hand gently to rest between the V of his legs.

Mingi proceeded to bundle Yeosang up in the blanket and wrapped his arms around him, pulling Yeosang flush against him. Yeosang's back was against his chest as he rest his chin on the older's shoulder. He took a few deep breaths of his lover before tracing random shapes on his torso where his hands were.

"Came to get you. Was feeling kinda cold," Yeosang mumbled adorably at him.

Mingi felt the warmth crawl up his face and didn't resist the endeared smile that came on his face.

"Yeah?" He pressed a soft kiss to his cheek after Yeosang nodded. "Guess I gotta warm you up, huh?" he smiled fondly.

Yeosang nodded once again before nuzzling his own nose against Mingi's cheek. Yeosang turned his head back around and they both gazed upwards into the stars, comfortably leaning against each other in silence.

They stayed there for what seemed like another eternity before Yeosang looked up at Mingi.

"Min-ah," he called in a soft voice. Mingi hummed to show that he was listening. "You know that I love you, right?"

Mingi stopped in his tracks and glanced down at his boyfriend absurdly.

"Am I about to get dumped?" he asked, partially seriously. Yeosang clicked his tongue and smacked Mingi's arm.

"I'm serious!"

Mingi grinned his goofy little smile at him and pulled him snug against his taller frame.

"I know you love me, Sang-ah. I've never doubted that."

Yeosang stared at him harder, trying to read something off him. He seemed to find the answer he was looking for before nodding tersely and digging his face into Mingi's chest.

He pulled apart and grabbed the younger by his face. Pulling him close, Yeosang pressed a tender kiss to his lips. Mingi let out a surprised sound but melted into the kiss anyways. When they pulled apart. Mingi smiles at him and pulled him impossibly closer.

"I'll always love you, my star."

#ateez #mingi #yeosang #ateez mingi #ateez yeosang #ateez minsang #minsang #kang yeosang #song mingi #fanfiction

[whentherewerebicycles]

i had such a good day at work on these two initiatives i’m spearheading and i just want to record it here. one has to do with expanding faculty and community partner usage of our makerspace (specifically using the space to do projects with students) and the other has to do with designing and implementing a new student employee development program based on the mentoring work i was doing at my old institution. i had two great initial sessions with the people i’m collaborating with where we did a detailed initial map of the existing structures/systems and came up with a preliminary list of needs / opportunities based on that conversation + some of the preparatory research I’d done. then we had a v fun brainstorming session where we came up with so many good initial ideas and started arranging them into three categories (immediate summer priorities, academic year priorities, and longer-term/future/not-yet priorities). then at the end we came up with specific action items for each person to work on this week based on their knowledge, interests, etc. which we’ll each report back on at the start of next week’s meetings. i just really, really love and feel energized by that kind of work, where a group of people get to look really closely at an existing system to figure out why it’s not working like it should and where it can be made more effective, and THEN (even more fun) you get to actually dig into the work of being like, well what would a better version of this system look like, and what kinds of resources do we have at our disposal to create that, and what kind of timeline are we looking at here when we think about people’s work schedules, and what are the obstacles we’re likely to come up against in this process, and how are we going to get buy-in for our solution when people are often very invested in broken systems & resistant to change, and what’s the 'we can make this happen’ version vs. the beautiful idealistic pie-in-the-sky version, and so on and so forth. i just think i was put on this earth to design better structures... and then to keep tinkering with them & evaluating their effectiveness & adapting them so they can keep evolving to meet the changing needs of people they’re serving. i just think that’s my purpose and that’s pretty neat because i like doing it so much!!

#i was walking out of one of the meetings today thinking like #ok sure i'm not writing as much fiction as i'd like to be writing sigh #but man oh man do i ever have creative outlets at work #just a different way of channeling it i think

[livsworld-ndstyle]

save the date

tomorrow.

2/26/24.

save the date.

at least for me.

i have the meeting which i mentioned a couple of posts back and i’ve been scared for it. AND ITS TOMORROW!?

also why is there a big gap in between save the date and the word tomorrow?-

also i digressed a lot teehee!

second period. 8:32am. i’m so mad that it’s immediately after february / president’s day break, even though my past meeting dates, which i have memorized, have been in a similar timeframe.

this year - 2/26/24

last year - 3/1/23

the year before last - 3/21/22

but anyways i have to miss spanish class for the second year in a row!! my spanish teacher is gonna flip, im in a college level and college credit bearing spanish class and its the second highest. we’re prepping for the national spanish exam, which is a standardized spanish exam that i have taken in years past.

last year i got bronze, the year before last i got an honorable mention. this year i want silver and next year i want gold to show progressive improvement.

some other patterns i’ve noticed with my meetings is the teacher and class they choose that i should miss

10th & 11th: missed spanish, chose my math teacher to be the general education teacher.

8th & 9th: missed social studies/global, chose my english teacher to be the general education teacher.

6th & 7th: missed support class, chose my social studies teacher to be the general education teacher.

so i’m highly convinced there’s a method to the madness.

anyways now i’m going to go into depth of each of the invited teachers.

if you remember this pic:

yes i have this picture somewhere in my favorites album, it’s easier to access that way.

also on the doc it has my real name (cuz liv is derived from olivia) but PLEASE DO NOT CALL ME OLIVIA. ty.

person #1: the chairperson/psychologist

if i get any testing done within the triennial period, like how i did my freshman year, i would get pulled out to take a variety of tests. i remember being so mad when i realized my IQ from grade 4 is the same as it was in grade 9, and i’m in the above average range for VSI.

which is insane. i used to be below average for VSI.

VSI, or Visual Spatial Index, is a subtest in the WISC-V tests for an ability to evaluate visual details and understand visual-spatial relationships to construct geometric designs from a model. (Child Psychologist AU).

the link to that article ->

also i don’t live in AUS, but this is the best definition on it.

2. my math teacher, also my favorite teacher! she recommended me to take two math classes, which is a shock even for me and also i love her so much because it’s fun to see her teach and her teaching style brings so much joy to my life and i can’t wait to see what the rest of the year has in store.

the only part i’m worried about, well, maybe two things.

general ed teachers have to take notes on me leading up to the meeting…and i don’t know what’s contained in these notes she’s written, so yeah that’s one. also, i told her that if she ever sees me distracted., she can redirect me — i guess i have never realized just how much i do get distracted until she tells me to stay on task when we do group work!

pretty much every group i’ve been in with my friends (so like clover, daniela, and meredith) we’ve been told to stop talking about other topics, and the only reason why is because im there.

clover & daniela normally work alone, together, without meredith and i and they’re super productive. they talk AND get work done.

meredith & i are the opposite. we work together any chance we get when she doesn’t pick partners and while meredith and i work we both distract each other.

the only annoying problem is, every time i get redirected from talking to meredith, we are always talking about a math problem.

when i got redirected with clover and daniela, we were distinctly talking about a different topic…!

3. my case manager/special ed teacher:

well i think she has a plethora of things to say about me. but like a plethora of GOOD things. because im a great student. i have a 92 in english and she’s the coteacher so it works out perfectly for me! :)

plus my writing is super strong, i wrote a 507-word response for english when it was supposed to be 5-7, and my other english teacher wrote this lovely comment!

you don’t have to read the whole thing, especially if you haven’t read the great gatsby.

but my english teacher gave 7 perfect scores on this assignment so of course i’m so proud of this.

4. my guidance counselor

even though i just saw her for my junior meeting, i know she also has a plethora of good things to say, so im not worried about her input.

5. my speech teacher

worried- i have not gone to speech in a while, either because my case manager hasn’t sent me my speech schedule and because i use the period i have speech to finish any tests so my teachers don’t hunt me down in the testing room…which HAS happened.

6. also not mentioned, at least on the document, but my other general class teachers get an email the monday of and have to write like 3-6 sentences on my progress in their class.

the other 3 blurred people are my parents and i., but i don’t want information out there on my parents on tumblr.

also i accidentally blurred the location. it’s supposed to be a video conference, but i told the committee to make it in-person and now both my parents are coming so yay!

anyways this is a long post but i hope you enjoyed! i wrote this at my local hairdresser 🤗

im gonna prob post after the meeting, so like period 3 or 5 or even 9 about what went down in a new post.

thanks for reading :)

ps if you’re still there, i’m gonna make a new style where i use the quote text as a header for my posts.

bye now! :)

#neurodivergent #actually autistic #i don’t know what to tag this #actually neurodivergent #school #autism #learning disability #asd #autism masking #low support needs

[curio-queries]

Run BTS: 046 | BTS Workshop

Original Air Date: 27 MAR 2018 Episode Length: 26:13 Total Parts: 1 YouTube English Subtitles: Yes Title Song: Blood Sweat & Tears

Synopsis: Learning pottery with a teacher. They're supposed to be making something to give to another member.

Production: Much better execution of this type of content than the coffee one. There was adequate spacing for filming, and pottery is just easier to visually explain in a larger group on camera. I did like that they gave the guys a focus of making something for each other, excellent choice production team! My only criticism is that there was so much going on at once, it was hard to keep up. oh and the framing, the subtitles have to be at the bottom of the screen covering their work or the top covering their faces.

Endearment: The guys did great as learners and entertainers! It's always so fun to see how given the same material and instruction, they each come up with such differing results.

Winner: Technically this one wasn't a competition but the teacher did call out two as the best so I'm marking them as the winners: JM, RM

Loser: none

Best Cheater: none

Member Moments:

RM: Actual subtitle: RM's skilled smashing

JN: Jin was in such a great mood this episode. telling his jokes, giggling with Jimin during V's presentation.

YG: Yoongi patting the air when he doesnt move to go feel the clay.

JH: Hobi turning the clay smashing into a vent session: yelling at Jimin to clean

JM: Ah, this is the episode where Jimin says he was a class leader for 9 years...right after everyone scolds hims for not finishing quickly.

V: Aww, V's spinning disaster always makes me a little sad. he was so proud of all of his creations. But they turn it into a great moment.

JK: Well, we learned one tactic of breaking JKs concentration during arts and crafts, have RM juggle bits of clay right next to him!

Bonus Content: The bonus scenes were so wholesome. i was smiling through the whole thing. enough to boost my rating up by 0.5

CQ Rank: 4

(CQ Eval Date: 25 JAN 2024)

Check out this post for my Masterlist of all episodes and descriptions of how I'm evaluating these.

Previous Episode: 045

Next Episode: 047

#run bts #ep.046 #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #youtube #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook