#well it worked out i think so whatever ill give it to myself bye everyone

[corpsentry]

looking for something you can't quite recall

#zelda #oot #ocarina of time #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #tloz #loz #link #my art #my stuff #yee haw.......grass is HARD bitches #grass: one layer #multiply gradient map overlay color balance hue adjust: 300 layers #well it worked out i think so whatever ill give it to myself bye everyone

[bellatrixxue]

Xue’s Supernatural Dare: Wendigo (S1 EP2)

Hello, everyone? How did everyone feel about the finale? Yes? Yes? Oh. Oh. Oh my. Oh, dear.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell that half-assed homophobic chicken-shit fuckbucket’s not gonna stop me, since I strapped myself onto this roller coaster already and I promised I’m not getting out until the ride’s over, so here we go, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Also, those who are in this roller coaster with me, ready? Tag list is: @fangirlxwritesx67​ @amazingiam00​ @kalliravenne​ @indecisive20something​ @2musiclover2​ @impossibletosleepthrough @there-must-be-a-lock​ @wingedcatninja​ @arvit​

Oh my gods this recap is so cheesy I actually can make a fondue out of it. 2000s, everybody!

A WHOLE MINUTE AND A HALF FOR THAT FONDUE

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So we’re starting the episode with the murder scene first, eh? Is that gonna be a trend?

Oh come on, Chads, you’re out in nature and you’re playing video games? Absorb the nature...before it absorbs you!

Waitwait. Holy shit is that...is that Cory Monteith? Oh, bless his soul...

If the wendigo eats his dick as he’s peeing I’m immediately giving Jensen Ackles $100. For no real reason, I just feel like giving him money for already carrying the show on his back.

I can’t tell if it did or not, so I’m not paying yet.

Aw, Sammy...

"I should have told you the truth.” *Vine voice* BUT YOU DIDN’T

FUCKYOUINTHEASSHOhnightmare. Nightmare. So did he visit her at her grave or not? I need answers.

A week? Goddamn. Poor thing. That man-eating tree’s fucking good at his job, man.

“There’s nothing there, it’s just...woods,” Sam, I don’t know if Jess’s death hit you hard or if you got into law school by eating some ancient dick and/or pussy instead of earning that high score fair and square, but the woods “in the middle of nowhere” (your words) are known to be one of the top places full of weird-ass creatures. Even kindergartners know that.

Ehehehehehehehehe he’s so smol next to his lil bro my lil shit

At least you’re coming up with decent covers this time. No Agent Mulder and Scully ruining things for you this time around.

“Bull” oop-

Oh Dean’s a smoooooooooth operator. Good going, buddy.

AND HE GOT A COPY OF THAT DOCUMENT TEAM DEAN TEAM DEAN

Oh that death really got to Sam. I hope he doesn’t turn out to be a trigger-happy psycho. Or eat the man-eating tree and become one himself.

Oh, Haley’s a cutie! Which one’s her brother? Cory? Discount Enrique Iglesias?

Do you have a card for EVERY profession, Dean? And how do I get them too?

That is a very pretty car. I bet they wasted half the budget on that thing.

Okay, sonny boy, little bro, Broseidon, calm down.

Ah, fuck, Haley and Broseidon is gonna go into the woods, that’s more heads to worry about.

How the fuck does Sam find information this fast? I’m impressed, I take five hours to get to one article for my research paper. Or maybe I’m just lazy. So he really earned his law school interview without having to eat dick and pussy, huh.

Every 23 years? What is this, Pennywise? Are we going to see the wendigo do his best Tim Curry do his best scary clown impression? Honk honk?

“Whatever that thing is, it can move.” And the sun rises on the East, Sammy. Why are you so smart and dumb at the same time? Is this his character trait? It might grow on me.

Ahhh, so Sam’s go-to move at interrogation is doing puppy dog eyes and sympathize with the person. He’d make a good lawyer, shame that man-eating tree.

Go Grandpa Exposition, go!

Go Grandpa Exposition, go, give us information and none at all!

OH GEEZ THAT SCAR. PENNYWISE WENDIGO IS VICIOUS.

Skinwalker, Back Dog...Ooh, those all sound cool! I hope we get to see them soon!

‘Corporeal’ doesn’t sound like a real word, but then again, English doesn’t sound like a real language. Sorry. Moving on.

Sam’s gonna eat the wendigo with that attitude, Jesus Christ.

AND HIS BROTHER, AT THIS RATE. If the real villain turns out to be inside Sam all along I’m gonna flip. Is that why women keep dying and burning on ceilings where he sleeps? Is he secretly Lucifer’s spawn or something?

“Oh sweetheart I don’t wear shorts”. They queer-coded him from the start and they tried to make you believe he was straight for fifteen seasons straight? And some people bought that?

Oh, crap, another crappy death treatment for Cory before he got into Glee...No, I wasn’t into Glee, I just watched a few episodes and I might hate Rachel Berry...And Lea Michele...ahem...

Dean is totally flirting with Roy shut upppppppp

OOP AND THERE ROY GOES OH THE SEXUAL TENSION IS HIGH IN THESE WOODS TODAY

“It’s probably the most honest I’ve been with a woman. Ever.” See. Bi. Bi bi bi.

So...why the coordinates, Daddy Negan? Is this a portal to Hell? A place where man-eating trees grow?

*carefully places death flag on Roy*

Ooooh the campsite is very...haunted house-y. You know what I’m saying?

That’s not Discount Enrique Iglesias, but Pennywise wendigo, yes? Those things can mimic human voices, right?

*Google searches*...There are so many versions of this tale I can’t even confirm or deny it. Dammit.

Maybe Pennywise wendigo just wants some snacks and a nice phone and GPS? Maybe he misses his family in uh, Canada or something?

Daddy Negan’s journal is  a e s t h e t i q u e .

I’m so sorry, but the way Sammy smirks as he speaks with those dark, dark voids for eyes? My boy’s a demon. He’s a demon, I’m telling you.

At least Haley has some sense to her. *puts another death flag on Roy*

*PUTS YET ANOTHER DEATH FLAG ON ROY*

True, that. What the heck is Daddy Negan up to with all of this?

“Saving people, hunting things, the family business!” Okay, the way Dean said it gave me chills.

I can actually empathize with Sam here...As whiny and bitchy as he is, he has his reasons to be this way. I guess if I were in his shoes, I’d be less of a Dean and more of a Sam, too. We deal with our losses quite similarly.

Ah, the brotherly bonding moments like these little talks make the show worth it. It’s so heartwarming.

Pennywise wendigo! I didn’t miss you, why’re you here to burst my happy bubble?

I’m starting to see a slight parallel between Haley and Broseidon and Dean and Sammy. Hmm.

Nice meeting you, Roy. Zoop you go.

Haley and Broseidon are taking this rather well, I’m glad they do.

Okay, actual exposition time, thank you.

Whoa, Broseidon speaks! Donner Party! Please don’t remind me of that! Those poor people!

Hibernation and food storage. Delightful, just delightful.

TORCHING? *CALLS RAMMSTEIN*

Somehow, not being able to see the wendigo is scarier to me than what I will probably see itself. Limited budget horror can actually work well.

Oh, dear, Roy literally did a death drop. Badum tissssssssss.

FUCK IT TOOK DEAN THE ONLY CHARACTER I CARE ABOUImean I love you too, Sam! Come on, let’s find him before it’s too late!

A trail of M&Ms! Yes, Broseidon! And Hansel and Gretel refercalled it. Sammy, you and I share the same wavelength?

SHITSHITTHEYTRIPPEDANDFELLINTHEFUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Thank the gods the Pennywise wendigo kept them right there. Chances.

DISCOUNT ENRIQUE IGLESIAS IS STILL ALIVE GEEZ BUT ALSO PHEW

Ah, Dean Winchester, I love you so much that I can’t even begin to describe it.

Also how convenient that the flare guns are there. Deus ex machina!

Haley would bode well as a hunter, look at her courage, her will. There are more hunters around than Daddy Negan and the brothers, right?

Yeah, seeing the actual wendigo makes me less scared of it now. It’s unnerving, but still.

TEAM DEAN YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW

Graphics are...alright, but it’s the thought that counts!

Running with the grizzly bear story. Smart Broseidon. Ben. Sorry, you deserve to be called by your real name. I think with practice they could become good hunters, along with their Discount Enrique Iglesias brother! Is there a fanfiction for that? Can I write it now?

...

I AM WILLING TO DIE TO PROTECT DEAN WINCHESTER I

Haley’s a lesbian, that’s why she kissed him on the cheek only. Headcanoned. Also I have a crush on her, she’s really pretty? Like? Heart eyes???

Ah, the siblings parallels again. Let’s hope neither of the two brothers end up in the bed like that.

“Man, I hate camping.” Really. Really really. Really.

“I’m driving”

...

SAM WINCHESTER I’M SORRY I EVER SPOKE ILL OF YOU I WILL PROTECT YOU WITH MY LIFE TOO I PROMISE YOU I WILL

It’s just a sassy bisexual brother and his little snide bisexual brother on the road to kill evil creatures and find their father and I love this show? Help? Help???

I really, really see the charm of Supernatural now! I’m fully invested in both brothers and their story, and I’m cheering them both on! Let’s get Daddy Negan back and get rid of that man-eating tree once and for all!

Six stars out of five!

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

This dare is introducing me to a whole new world, and I really, really am glad I took that jump a few days ago, man!

Thank you everyone for reading my ramblings, and I’ll see you in the day after with the next review! Thank you for sticking with me! Buh-bye!

- Xue

#xue's supernatural dare #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #jensen ackles #sam winchester #jared paladecki #text #i had a really bad day today with my constant pain and aching from the chemo #but this really brought genuine smiles to my face! #what a good show #what a wonderful show #how the FUCK did they fuck it up later #well #i guess i'll find out when i get there lmao

[secondhoekage]

Ignore this long rant I’m high as shit but I... can’t take the hero commission oR HONESTLY THE HEROES THEMSELVES, seriously anymore

They’re BRAINLESS they all share one (1) brain cell and it belonged to Crust. THESE GUYS had MONTHS to strategize this attack and what did they do? They fucked it up. They want me to believe this was planned and not written on a chalk board the night before? Sent out to all heroes the next morning at 8am in a CHAIN EMAIL?

Unpopular opinion(?): they sent the worst possible, ill-suited heroes to each location for this PLF raid and I’m mad at them for it and I’m mad at Hori for making me be mad at it even tho he had to do it beCauSe oF pLot but I’m mad.

The MLA’s plans to take on The League of Villains? Spotless. Chef’s kiss. The detail. The one-on-one counters they planned out. Accounting for each enemy’s quirk. Yeah there were like 6 of them to account for but?? Heroes, yall had enough info and enough time to think of ways to go about this raid and I’m supposed to believe that you did, BUT DID YOU REALLY? MONTHS TO PLAN, and saw one electric Sir Crocodile rip-off and immediately threw Kaminari on his ass. Good move. Kinda. But the rest of the PLF? Heroes just gonna make shit up as they go I guess?? 

To make myself feel better here’s a long ass useless rant on what could’ve damn happened and which heroes should’ve gone where and to make this an epic ass rumble. ugh. Even just doing some of these things would’ve made this arc (imo) feel more... convincing and delicious

under the cut tho bc damn this is too long

In this essay I will—

Edgeshot??? EDGESHOT??    EDGESHOT?? i’M GOING TO GO OFF. 

I swear to shit Edgeshot could’ve soloed the hospital but they had him at the PLF mansion for Some Reason like... like they didn’t make him run up on the League’s bar instead of the Nomu factory bc they knew he would take care of shit immediately. Make it make sense. If he was at the hospital eye just—Nomu in the way?? Doctor running off? Say less. Electric slide all the way in there Shinya. DID NO ONE SEE HOW EASILY HE HANDLED KUROGIRI? Did everyone just forget this man can pull a K.O in .3 seconds flat? Heroes didn’t think it might be a good idea to have him there, ready to give Shigaraki the paper cut of his life the second he woke up (if he even did bc my mans likely could’ve prevented the ‘doctor getting away>high-end awaken>rush to get shiggy out of the tank>shiggy wakes up’ chain of events)? Didn’t think to send him instead of this guy X Less just sitting there with That Look on his face? 

I get they needed heroes like Edgeshot at the mansion to take out a handful of enemies in one go but COME ON NOW. There were more than enough long-range AOE heroes there. And even if you don’t wanna believe he could solo then STILL, EDGESHOT DUOING WITH MIRUKO, ANYBODY? If anyone was gonna keep up with her happy ass zooming into the lab it could’ve been him. We were robbed of an Edgeshot/Miruko teamup and I’m not okay. Could’ve had a sexy ass panel of the hospital-team hyping up Miruko and Edgeshot as they dashed to Ujiko’s lab, two fast as shit bad bitches, zooming through these Nomu, absolutely obliterating them at lightning speed, watching each other’s backs too, PROBABLY SAVING MIRUKO FROM BECOMING THE PRE-DEATH ORGAN DONOR THAT SHE IS NOW. I know it was hot watching Miruko take on these high-ends but I’d have rather Edgeshot share the spotlight if it meant Miruko was in one piece rn. Hori played her

Anyways the literal dumb bitch energy that went into not sending Edgeshot to the hospital is sending me. Could’ve at least let him just be on the team and on standby while Shigaraki was waking up. With those sharp as shit reflexes of his we’ve seen? Shigaraki would’ve been out like a fucking light the second Edgeshot saw him sit up. X-Less you had a nice thicc upper lip that lip was too shaded for you to die, but F in the chat bitch. Useless plot fodder I’m sorry X-Less. There isn’t a hero there right now (besides Aizawa but like... idk, plot is nerfing him) that could’ve incapacitated Shiggy so quickly and prevented the mess they’re in now like my guy Edgeshot could’ve. Feels like a cop out

In conclusion: Edgeshot sweety I’m sorry they did this. I’m sorry you were nerfed. I’m sorry they didn’t let you deliver Kamino Pizza to this hospital. I’m sorry they ignored you and now everyone’s gonna die bc they didn’t they respect your Ninpo rights

CEMENTOSS??? y’all sent him to fuck up the mansion FOR WHAT??? If I were the hero commission and thought :

“Dang we need to completely ass blast this huge PLF resort to make room for our heroes to run in... but it would also be good if we had someone to do that at the hospital too just in case things get tricky and we need to pave a quick way to Ujiko’s secret hideout... but I’m single-celled and can’t weigh my options logically so ok. Cementoss, to the mansion.”

...................... Ok but can I in interest you in PIXIE BOB? I get the mansion is huge but going by the shit we’ve seen her do?? I’m not about to underestimate ol’ girl. I know she could’ve fucked that place up if they let her, switched her out for Cementoss, who could’ve made THE EASIEST route for the hospital team to get into the secret lab, trapped Ujiko, also trapped a couple nomu/high-ends in cement while he was at it, rearranged some tunnels for optimal tactical movement, probably could’ve done a decent-fucking-job at slowing the onslaught of Decay too if it got to that point (AND IT MIGHT NOT HAVE BC THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS RANT IS TO INSIST THAT A BETTER SELECTION OF HEROES WOULDN’T HAVE RESULTED IN SHIGGY’S CURRENT THANOS SNAP ORdEAL)

I know Pixie’s mostly on rescue operations and that’s what she’s doing at the hospital/surrounding city but WHY?? EVEN IF THEY REALLY NEEDED CEMENTOSS AT THE MANSION—WHY NOT HAVE PIXIE BOB DOING SOMETHING IN THE ACTUAL HOSPITAL BATTLE? JUST A LITTLE? The hospital is built on uh.. oh yeah... EARTH? And considering in the Forest Training arc she was using her quirk from a remote location (to make that Earth golem, or whatever) she wouldn’t even HAVE to be IN Ujiko’s lab to be useful

Can y’all PLEASE put at least ONE of your terraforming heroes at the place where y’all REALLY need them?? And not after-the-fact like y’all just did with Pixie Bob? Because clearly she didn’t do shit this last chapter trying to stop Decay. I’m sorry girl. You may be dead. Terrible.

I would have legitimately sent Snipe to get Ujiko before I sent Miruko and that’s that on that. Where is he even? He was there during the briefing but he’s gone? MIA? Idk. No way Ujiko is getting away from those bullets. Target locked: Ujiko’s hand. Fire. High-end Nomu remote goes bye bye. Then another bullet in the leg. No need to worry about him escaping and waking up high-ends/Shiggy when he doesn’t have kneecaps. Problem solved. No way it would’ve taken that long to break Shiggy’s tank either with a few well-placed pew pews zigging around some Nomu (not that we really wanna break him outta his tank bc look what happened). Snipe’s 6/5 technique stat deserves better!!!!!

Gang Orca did not go off and give a bunch of kids brain damage during the License arc to be so thoroughly ignored here. He’s clearly about to get his shit rocked by some gauged-out ex-Hot Topic employee in the next few chapters and ugh you’re TOO GOOD FOR THAT ORCA. COULD’VE BEEN OF USE AT THE HOSPITAL. PARALYZING SONIC WAVES? WE’LL TAKE IT. Who knows if any of the high-end Nomu would’ve been affected by paralysis but the small fry? Probably. Shiggy’s little twink ass? I would bet on it. Not that it would really stop him from using Decay but still

At the risk of sounding like someone I know who endorses child labor (the hero commission) here me out: CAN I GET A UHHH JUZO HONENUKI??? AGAIN YEAH good that he was at the mansion to do some long-range AOE action but if y’all are gonna force kids to join in on this war anyways, put your strongest and most useful ones at the place you need them. Shit it would’ve been real nice if Honenuki was there to trap some Nomu—uncertain if it would work against the high-ends that show some pretty flexible quirks but who knows—and even at the risk of reaching, maybe in some universe where Shiggy and Honenuki face off, it would be interesting to see Decay against Softening, since Decay’s one big weakness is that it can only work on solid objects sooOooOo? Idk. Would’ve been a cool match up but I hate that the kids are fighting anyways so we’re gonna ignore this Juzo rant. Just know it would’ve been cool

And as for the mess that’s going to be this fucking mansion soon... .. We’re just gonna ignore a whole ass Geten, big destructive power, big fucking threat, and not gonna throw Endeavor’s ass in there? Makes sense. They’re leaving it to Shoto I guess. They said time for you to fucking shine kid. Get in there. I mean really trading Endeavor for Edgeshot would’ve been top tier strategy but...

I MEAN THEY?? Made up a whole ass plan to counter ONE greasy-looking PLF guy by throwing Kaminari in there, but they couldn’t make up a plan to counter Geten? Are they just?? Pulling names out of a hat to see who gets to fight who? Did they spin a bottle to see who it landed on? Did Mt. Lady pull the short stick? I swear on shit when Geten starts going feral soon I’m not gonna feel sorry about it. Unless heroes got a plan and someone’s gonna make a sexy ass top 10 anime entrances to counter his ice then I’m disappointed. We went ape shit over Kaminari countering one of the commanders but are we not gonna get anymore ‘I’m your perfect counter and I’m here to stop you’ moments? No? I’M PISSED. 

I would have also settled for my kween Nejire being there to blast away some ice because who tf else is gonna do it? But eh. 

Dabi will also be trouble depending on what he decides to do. He only has about 3 good ideas a month and he’s used them all up by now so he’s in dumb slut territory as we speak. But you’d think that a villain as widely recognized as Dabi with such a destructive quirk would urge the heroes to have some plan to take him on but?? So far I don’t really see anyone quick to take on the role. Not that it’d be that hard bc he’s dangerous but also dangerously dumb. Where is Inasa. Maybe he can just blast the flames back in Dabi’s face. I love him but at this point he deserves to have some of his rights taken away

Don’t even get me start on Gigantomachia. I get the heroes had little choice except to attack before Shiggy was full-power but just?? NOT having a plan in case by some little chance Gigantomachia DID wake up? You stupid bastards. You absolute fools. I guess there’s not much you CAN do but FUCK y’all just gonna let him SIT THERE? No counter measures? No ‘Let’s execute this incredibly thorough and thought-out plan we’ve spent months formulating to restrain Gigantomachia in case he does end up waking up, because better safe than sorry’? When he tramples like 50 students I bet that shit gonna hurt

I hate it all. I was really happy about seeing Shiggy go off 272 bc he’s a king but after rereading from like, 258 I feel... weird. Maybe this will be resolved with more chapters but. eh. Now that I’ve thought of this, I can’t go back. I miss the brain power that was behind the MLA fight

#bnha spoilers #bnha 272 #i'm mad #bnha #Why did I make this? It’s so dumb #i'm gonna wake up tomorrow and scream #they're 2d bro LMAOOOO #is htis a meta #meta #bnha meta

[prorevenge]

Sweet sweet revenge

So for starters this is from about 2 years ago now. I used to work at very well known pizza chain restaurant. If Scooby doo could say it, it would called Rominos. I first started out there as just a cashier and would just do the normal stuff, running the register and placing orders. I eventually learned how to make the pizzas. Over time the store manager wanted to promote me to shift runner. For those who don't know what that is, it's a step below assistant manger. So when I promoted, id be in charge of running the shift and delegate roles for the shift and tell employees when they could leave.

Anyways, getting off topic... while I was working there, there was a guy who started there that had worked there before. When he was there before, he was an assistant manager. He left one day during a busy evening when the store was slammed with orders and customers. He apparently got too stressed out and couldn't handle it anymore. So two years later he comes back, but now as a delivery driver. When he first started for the second time, I didn't know who he was and I had never met him before that. He seemed nice.... at first. After a few days he kept trying to be the person in charge. I had to put him in his place a few times when I was running the shift. Now I wasn't on the best of terms with the store manger. We had a few blow outs here and there, mostly from him breathing down my neck when we were really busy. I snapped at him and told him to back off and let me do my damn job. So when I went to him to tell him about the delivery driver (we'll call him Brad) was trying to act as a manger he didn't seem to really care. Alright whatever. I was talking to the one assistant manager that I was friends with (we'll call him Chad). I had told him the deal and he told me to just tell him off. The next shift I worked with Brad, he again tried acting as the manager, I told him he isn't an Assistant manager anymore and he's driver and needs to stop as I'm the one that's in charge of the shift. He huffed and walked away from me. Everything was fine for a while... Well one day I was sitting in the office taking care of a few things on the computer, and in comes Brad. He starts talking to me about an order and just messing around with me. As I'm finishing up on the computer, he kneels down making it look like he's picking something up off the floor so I don't pay him any mind. Next thing I know, he's jabbing a finger into my breast. I froze unsure of what to do. A million things ran through my mind in a split second. Now before I continue on I should note, this isn't the first time to happen to me in my life. When I was in high school, a guy thought it would be funny/cool to grab my breast as hard as he could one day we were on the bus. In the end I beat the living hell out of him. It took a few people to keep from doing some real damage. He then got expelled from the school. A year or two later I had moved and a similar situation happened on the bus again, this time I didn't get a chance to do anything because the school bus pulled up to his stop and he ran off the bus. Got him suspended from school and his parents apologized to me along with making him apologize as well. Theres some other issues, but you get the point.

So anyway, he jabbed my breast hard and I froze. All those times I had that happen to me flashed through my mind. I got up and I went out back slamming the door hard. I was pacing back and forth for a few minutes. I didn't know what to do, didn't know what to think... I was shaking from being utterly pissed off and from a feeling I couldn't recognize. Now this is the kicker, he comes out acting like nothing happened and telling me how I need to keep the back door locked because that's how the place got robbed before, 4 years ago by the old store managers son... Well the conversation went a little like this

Me: I don't give a fuck! Leave me the fuck alone and go the fuck back inside!

Brad: Don't yell at me and curse at me!

Me: Dude you really do not want to fuck with me right now! Go the fuck back inside NOW! I am not going to Fucking say it again!

Brad: And what are you going to do if I don't?

So before I can say another word Chad comes out because he hears me yelling at Brad. When he sees how red my face is, he gets Brad back inside and then comes to check on me. At this point I'm sitting in my car crying and shaking because I was so mad and so upset. I explained to him what happen. I lived with my mom at the time and he told me to call her, so I did. I told her what happened and she told me to call the Store manager and tell him that something needs to be done about Brad. So I call the Store manager and this is the conversation:

Me: Hey so I wanted to let you know that Brad was very inappropriate and sexually assaulted me. (Blah blah blah you know the story).

Store manager: Oh my god you guys seriously act like children. You all need to grow up.

Me: What!? Are you being serious right now? I need to grow up? Dude one of your MALE employees assaulted me!!

Store manager: Whatever I'll take care of it. Bye.

So when he said he would take care of it, he meant "I'm gonna smack him on the hand and tell him that's not nice and send him home for the night".

Okay fine, I take it a step further and call the District manager. He doesn't answer so I left a voicemail telling him that I needed to discuss something with him in regards to Brad and that if I didn't receive a phone call back, I was going to press charges on Brad. Never got a call back. So I take it another step further... I decide to file a police report. Got my statement written up and had a court date set. Now mind you the day he got arrested we were all working, myself, Chad, Brad, and Store Manager, plus a bunch of others. When the cop that I had given my statement to came in and arrested him, the look on Brad's face was amazing and the look on Store manager's face was priceless too. Store manager kept asking the cop why he was arresting Brad and the cop said that he wasn't at liberty to tell him and that if Brad would like to say then he could tell him. Well B was released a couple hours later and turns out THE DISTRICT MANAGER BAILED HIM OUT!!!!! I was livid. So Brad came back to the store and told Store Manager what happened and why he was arrested. Well I got sent home early because of the issue. I was told neither Brad nor myself would be allowed to return to work until after the issue was resolved in court. Well my mom worked next door, and guess who she seen back at work the next day having a jolly ol time with Store Manager and District Manager.... you guessed it, Brad was back at work already. I call up the District Manager and ask why Brad is allowed back but I'm not. He spews a bunch of bs about how I have a toxic relationship with Store Manager and that's why I'm not allowed back and then offers me to work at a store over an hour away from me, not guaranteed the same position and pay. I told him to shove the job up his ass and to fuck off with that bullshit and hung up on him.

Court day comes, I show up and head over to my lawyer and my support lady that was there. The hearing gets underway and the verdict, not guilty. Great. If only I had gotten this guy who ill call Zack to come (not his real name for privacy reasons). Remember how I said Brad used to work there a few years ago, well that's when Zack was there. Zack was 16 then and Brad was 32.... He told Zack to get down on his knees and to suck daddy's balls..... If Zack had come to the hearing, I could have gotten a guilty verdict. But because I had no proof of what he did, he got off free. Well.... this is where my revenge takes place..... My entire family found about what happened and I legally couldn't take to social media for legal purposes, but nothing ever said my family couldn't. Little did Brad, Store Manager, and District Manager know, my family had a lot of connections and ties in the community. Within a day everyone in the town and in surrounding towns too, found out what had happened. Well needless to say, they lost A LOT of business. Rominos FIRED District Manager, Store Manager, AND Brad!!!!! They aren't ever allowed to work or come into any of the stores ever again. On top of that some how in the midst of things, someone in town found out that the DM was cheating on his wife and told her.... She divorced him and got everything.... Everything could have been fine had DM called me back or even just sided with me. But nope he wanted to side with a pedophile/predator. In the end, I still came out on top!

TL:DR

Employee sexually assaults me, district manager and store manager protect him. Store gets boycotted, store loses sales, higher ups find out what happened, the three of them get fired and black listed from all stores. District managers wife in the midst of everything gets told by a local boycotter that he's been cheating on her. She divorces him and gets everything.

(source) story by (/u/UnicornRainbow666)

#prorevenge #by /u/UnicornRainbow666 #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

[friendship-ended-with-pokespe]

Kirby and the Dangerous Gourmet Mansion!? Chapter 1

An early afternoon warm and tranquil enough to make one yawn. Kirby was lying down in the shade of a tree and looking up at the bright blue sky. No......to be precise, looking up at the clouds floating on the sky that resembled soft-serve ice cream.

(Sigh......that looks yummy. Are clouds cold? Do they taste sweet, like ice cream?) In the midst of his thought, he became increasingly sleepy. Kirby took one deep breath while dozing off. Then, the clouds swiftly came down from the sky, getting pulled by Kirby’s mighty power. (Wow...... That looks yummy. Time to dig in!) With his mouth wide open, Kirby swallowed the clouds in one gulp. (It’s so soft and sweet......also, my body got lighter-......it’s like I became a cloud......) Kirby possesses a marvelous power. That is, the power to make any ability from the opponent that he inhaled entirely his. Right now, Kirby has taken the power of the clouds, and is gently floating in midair. At this rate, it feels like he’ll be transported anywhere riding on the wind. (Whoa...... It’s the first time that I inhaled a cloud, but it’s really fun......!) It was at that time. “Kirby! Geez, Kirby! Wake up! There’s big news~!” Kirby suddenly jumped to his feet. “H......Huh......?” Kirby looked around his surroundings. The clouds that look like soft-serve ice cream are floating across the sky. “Huh......? I’m pretty sure I inhaled those...... Was it just a dream? What.” Having been let down, Kirby once again flopped down in the shade of a tree. “I said wake up, Kirby. There’s news.” The one shaking Kirby awake was his friend, Waddle Dee. Feeling a little peeved, Kirby turned his back on Waddle Dee. “So noisy...... And I had such a pleasant dream......” “This news is for sure even more pleasant than that dream.” “What news?” “And it was just a few days ago. Someone called Mrs. ParfaitLike moved to the western edge of Dream Land. Did you know that?” “......Parfait!?” Just as he finished saying, Kirby sprang up and jumped at Waddle Dee. “Where is it!? Where’s the parfait!?” “No! It’s not a parfait, but Mrs. Parfaitlike......” “Yeah, I like parfait! What kind of parfait? Chocolate parfait? Fruit parfait?” “Well...... Banana parfait is my favorite.” “They’re great! I also like strawberry parfait!” “Green tea parfait is great too!” “Really? I haven’t tried a green tea parfait!” “They’re delicious!” “Next time, let’s try some together, Waddle Dee.” “Yeah, let’s do that!”

While holding hands together in excitement, something suddenly came across Waddle Dee’s mind. “......What were we talking about?” “Parfait! We really like them!” “Ah, that’s not it. It’s not parfait, but Mrs. Parfaitlike we were talking about!” When talking to Kirby, the conversation always deviates in this way. Barely remembering the information, Waddle Dee returned the subject back to the point. “Someone called Mrs. ParfaitLike moved to the western edge of Dream Land. She’s really rich, and built this huge mansion in the bank of a lake!” “......What.” Kirby lost all interest as soon as he realized it wasn’t related to food parfait. “Not to mention that it’ll soon be her birthday! It seems like a party will be held in celebration.” “......Hmph.” Looking up at the white clouds once again, Kirby began to take deep breaths. That was a dream just now, but if he were to give it his all and continue the challenge, sooner or later he might really be able to inhale those clouds. “It’s rumored that it’ll be a really grand party. You know, because she’s rich. Hundreds of guests will be invited to the mansion and dance all night long. That sounds lovely, right!?” Kirby wasn’t listening at all. A birthday party for someone he didn’t even meet before isn’t fun or anything. Inhaling clouds practice is more important than that. “Whooo...... Haaaa...... Whooo...... Haaaa......” “Mrs. ParfaitLike is a huge gourmet, so she has several personal chefs, or so I heard.” “Whooo......” “Of course, a mountain-load of feast will be served at the birthday party......” The moment he heard that line, Kirby turned towards Waddle Dee while having taken a big breath. “A feast!?” Of course, Kirby has no ill intent. None at all...... however, his shout turned into a powerful air bullet and directly hit Waddle Dee. Waddle Dee rolled across the field. “Wahhh~!” Kirby shouted while chasing after him. “A mountain-load of feast!? Are you sure about it, Waddle Dee!?” Waddle Dee bounced several times while rolling across the field, only to be stopped once bumping into a huge boulder. “That......really hurt......that was dangerous, Kirby!” “Hey, hey, by saying mountain-load, how much is that? As much as Mt. Dedede?” “How many times do I have to say it? Your air pellet is too powerful. I asked you to please check that no one’s around you whenever you exhale......” “Are there fried chicken? What about curry rice? What about hiyashi chuka? What about ice cream?” “I was saved thanks to being light, but I could’ve gotten seriously injured if you weren’t careful......” “What about parfait? Hey, what about parfait!?” “......Uhh......no idea......” Waddle Dee gave up complaining. When absorbed in talks of food, anything said to Kirby would be of no use. “......In any case, plenty of dishes will be served. They said even if hundreds of invited guests were to spend 3 days, they wouldn’t be able to finish it.” “That’s all right! Cause I’ll be able to finish it all by myself!” “Ahaha! Yeah, if it’s you, then it could all be slurped up. But you’re not invited......” “I ate a hundred servings of curry rice in an eating contest before! I was really thirsty, so I also ended up drinking a hundred servings of juice. Everyone was surprised!” “That’s amazing and all, but this party isn’t an eating contest......” “The insides of my mouth were burning from the spiciness, so I ate a hundred servings of ice cream as well! So you can relax, Waddle Dee! Whatever feast is served, I’ll be fine!” “Y-Yeah, I’m not worried about anything, but......leaving that aside, Kirby......” “A feast, a feast! Let’s hurry, Waddle Dee!”

Grabbing Waddle Dee by the hand, Kirby began to run at full speed. Already, the insides of his head were filled with nothing but mountain-loads of feast. While letting himself get dragged, Waddle Dee shouted desperately. “Gee, Wait a minute Kirby! The party hasn’t started yet! I said it’ll be a week later~!” “I can’t wait~! I’ll ask them to start right now!” “Didn’t I say that’s futile? On top of that, you’re not even invited, so there’s no way you can get inside the mansion.” “Eh?” “Without an invitation, you can’t attend the party!” Returning to his senses, Kirby paused at last and was puzzled. “An invitation? What’s that? Does it taste good?” “It’s not a food. An invitation is, you see......” “Does it taste like instant noodles?” “It’s not a noodle, but an invitation......” “I love instant noodles! What about you, Waddle Dee?” “I couldn’t care less to talk about noodles, so......” “Eh!? You don’t care for it!? I can’t believe it! You don’t like cup ramen!?” Kirby staggered with a “Bam!” on his face. Waddle Dee spoke in a hurry. “Erm, no way! I love cup ramen!” “That’s a relief~. The fish cake on the top is delicious, right!?” “I ate one with a tempura once!” “Really!? Does it taste good!?” “Yeah, a lot!” “I want to try one!” “Let’s try some together next time.” “Yeah, let’s do that!” The pair were holding hands together in excitement, but something suddenly came across Waddle Dee’s mind. “......What were we talking about?” “Geez, you’re so forgetful, Waddle Dee! It must’ve been about strawberry shortcake!” “Th-That’s not it. We weren’t talking about that, but......short......inv......that’s right, invitation!” Remembering it barely, Waddle Dee returned the subject back to the point. “So you see, you can’t go unless you receive a letter that says, “Please come to the party” from Mrs. Parfaitlike. They won’t let you inside the mansion if you barge in as you like.” “Hmm? What should I do in order to receive a letter? If I ask for a letter, will they take one out?” “Even if you were to do that, it’s no use. They say Mrs. ParfaitLike will send invitations only to her close friends or very famous people.” “Alright, I got it! I’ll be friends with her at once!” In a hurry, Waddle Dee stopped Kirby who once again started to sprint westwards. “Wait, listen until the end when someone’s talking. There’s one way to sneak into the party even without an invitation.” “What is it~!?” “It can be done as her personal chef.” “Her......personal......?” “There seems to be lots of chefs in the mansion, but that still isn’t enough. You know, because of the huge party. For that reason, right now they’re having mass recruitment of chefs. If you can think of an original recipe and enter it, Mrs. ParfaitLike might like it. If so, you’ll enter the mansion’s kitchen even without an invitation. You’ll be able to taste each and every bit of the mountain-load of feast.” “Tasting~! Slurp~!” “It’s a great idea, right? Let’s think of a recipe together.” “Yeah!” Kirby is overjoyed. He spun once in mid-air. “Let’s discuss the details again tomorrow. Till then, think of some ideas for a recipe. Of course, I’ll think of some as well.” “Okay!” “I gotta go back now. See ya.” “Bye-bye, Waddle Dee!” Saying goodbye to Kirby, Waddle Dee walked back the way he came from.

Now, the place that Waddle Dee is returning to is an eerie castle towering on the summit of a steep mountain; titled, Mt. Dedede. Waddle Dee is working for King Dedede who resides in this castle. It might sound nice that he’s a devoted servant with the king’s deep trust, but to put it simply, he’s an errand boy who takes personal care of the king, and is in charge of things like chores. Climbing the old-fashioned stone steps inside the castle, Waddle Dee headed towards the king's room. The time away from the castle was only slight, but that doesn’t mean the selfish king won’t throw a tantrum in the meanwhile. At once, he must pay a courtesy call. “Your Majesty, I’m back......” Once Waddle Dee started talking, a gruff voice of a king like a steel hammer striking down reached his ears. “Late!” Waddle Dee cowered in fear. Judging from his voice, the king seems to be in an awfully bad mood...... “I-I’m sorry, sire! U-Uhhh, While coming back from an errand, I ended up getting lost......” He’ll rub salt into the wound if he told him honestly that he dropped in on Kirby’s place. It’s because the king one-sidedly sees Kirby as a rival, and shows hostility at every opportunity. Shaking his huge body, King Dedede noisily paced around the indoors while once again yelling in a loud voice. “So late! Just what an earth is Mrs. ParfaitLike doing!?” “......Eh?” “Could it be that she doesn’t know my address? Naw, It can’t be. The address isn’t supposed to reach anyone else but me-” “......Your Highness?” “She doesn’t know the postal code? The postal code for Castle Dedede......was there such a thing......?” Waddle Dee blinked his eyes. The cause for the king’s fury, somehow doesn’t seem to be at Waddle Dee. That is to say......he is concerned about a mail. “Your Highness, are you waiting for Mrs. Parfaitlike’s invitation by any chance?” “Waddle Dee. Could it be that you’re......” As if finally noticing Waddle Dee, King Dedede turned his head and jumped up in rage. “So it was all your doing, eh!? You thought it was junk mail, and threw away the party invitation, eh!? You nincompoop!”

“Th-That’s not it, sire! Every morning, I properly examine every mail addressed to Your Majesty. The invitation hasn’t arrived.” “Why not!? Why is it that an invitation hasn’t come to me!?” So that’s it. The king seems to be irritated because the invitation to the party hasn’t come. “Your Highness must be friends with Mrs. ParfaitLike.” “We’re friends? That can’t be. I didn’t even meet her before!” “Huh? If so, then there’s no way the invitation will come......” “You moron! Who do you think I am!? I am the Great King Dedede, ruler of Dream Land! The party can’t begin unless I’m invited!” King Dedede stomped his feet with his face bright red. The entire castle shook as if in an earthquake. “H......Huh......?” While shaking violently, Waddle Dee blinked in surprise. As a matter of fact, proud titles such as “Ruler of Dream Land” or “The Great King” aren’t anything more than what King Dedede claims himself to be. To the majority of the citizens of an unbelievably peaceful Dream Land, King Dedede is only seen as “A glutton with and a bothersome neighbor who’s living in a castle on top of a mountain.” For Mrs. ParfaitLike who just moved in to somehow know his name would be unlikely. Even if she did, that’s bound to be from an ill reputation such as “A gluttonous braggart.” (I don’t think the invitation will come at all......) These are what he had in his mind, but isn’t able to bring himself to say it. Even as there are no end to various hardships, Waddle Dee still looks up to King Dedede. He may be terribly selfish and treats others harshly, but he also has a deep empathy, showing that there are also some manly aspects in him. Before now, Waddle Dee has been saved over and over by the king (Of course, although he acts all mighty and so......expecting gratitude in return). To not hurt the king’s feelings, Waddle Dee chimed in with him. “That is strange! Why hasn’t an invitation come to your highness?” “Uh-huh...... Surely the mailman must be slacking. This is outrageous!” “It is!” “I’ll give that post office director a good scolding later on. By the way, Waddle Dee. For once, I would like to hear your opinion.” King Dedede suddenly opened a door installed on one side of the wall. That is the king’s walk-in closet. The fashion-conscious king has stocked up for his flashy hobby, but it's not too shabby......why, it’s stuffed with gorgeous costumes. “Between this sequin suit and this full-body spandex with a plume, which one do you think is better?” “Yes?” “It’s not “Yes.” I’m asking which one I should wear for the party.” Holding a seven-colored sequin suit glittering brightly in his hand, King Dedede held it to his body and turned around. The ceiling’s lighting was reflected onto the spangle, and was as radiant as it could be. “Whoa-” Waddle Dee covered his eyes with his hands in exclamation. “Hmm? What’s with that attitude of yours?” King Dedede glared at Waddle Dee in suspicion. Nervously lowering his hands, Waddle Dee made an excuse. “Well......i-it was so lovely that......I was blinded by it.” In an instant, the king’s mood became better again. “Is that so? You certainly are honest. For you see, this is a custom-made, ultra-lavish suit!” “A-As expected, Your Highness.” This is only about His Honorable’s fashion sense......but no matter how you look at it, this is a bit too excessive......thought Waddle Dee while watching over him anxiously. “Still, this full-body spandex is also too much to throw away, isn’t it?” The next one that the king held in his hand was a full-body spandex suit with a huge plume that reached up to the ceiling. As if making a seductive look, the king held the full-body spandex to his body. “How is it? Ain’t I sexy?” This was even more of a destructive design than the sequin suit. Unable to look away or burst out laughing, Waddle Dee fell into a labored breathing. (His highness’s fashion is usually great...... But this is especially......excessive!) “Ha...... Uhh...... Ahh......” “What’s the matter? Is my sexiness too much that you’re left speechless? I wonder which one’s better.” Holding the sequin suit and the spandex back and forth to his body, the king looked in the mirror. “The suit is the one with higher quality, but wouldn’t the spandex appeal more to my charm?” “A......Any one of them.......are......great......” “Good grief. This is difficult even for my amazing fashion sense. Whichever clothing it is, they all feel so stylish.” “Y-Yes, this is a difficult matter at hand.” “Well, it’s fine. Let’s take our time and think about it until the day of the party.” King Dedede closed the closet door shut and smiled ominously. “Right, right, I should also make an appointment at the beauty salon. Taking care of myself like a true gentleman. The ladies will be unable to take their eyes off from me......hehehe......I can’t wait for the party.” Looking at Dedede who was laughing in excitement, Waddle Dee became terribly anxious.

In case if......rather, to start with, he was 100% sure the invitation wouldn’t arrive. At that time, he couldn’t help but imagine how furious the king would be.

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#kirby novels #kirby of the stars #light novel #translation #kirby #waddle dee #king dedede

[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU Ideas : Quirkless Erasure

Also on AO3!

TL;DR: 

In some worlds, Midoriya Izuku is the first quirkless hero. But not in this one, not by far.

Because his homeroom teacher is the hero he's always looked up to: UA's first quirkless Pro Hero.

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Izuku isn't the only quirkless one, and Aizawa gets into the hero course via emotional devastation against his opponents.

anyway so: quirkless aizawa bc i need that

everyone thinks he has a quirk like emotional manipulation of something but no he's just fucking savage, he gets into the hero course bc he blasted the absolute shit out of mic

everything’s on youtube it’s one of the most viewed videos of all time

this aizawa's eyes are permanently gold bc i headcanon it's his quirk that makes his eyes black, not the colour they flash

"you yell because you have a constant fear no one is really listening to you. you play the class clown and don't try too hard so when you look back you think "i failed because i didn't try" not "i failed because i wasn't good enough""

"bro,,, bro what the fuck did i do to you"

aizawa isn’t even salty he’s quirkless tbh

"you're pushing this on me because it hurts, right? your loud, flashy but damaging quirk means the only thing people think you're useful for is heroics. did you want to do this, or is this the only way society will let you feel comfortable in the role it presses in on you"

"well being quirkless is rough but at least i cn be whatever i want to be"

mics just shell shocked mics not even using his quirk and everyone’s just uwu he’s erasing mics quirk

all aizawa does is walk is close and mutter "society thinks im worthless, which is rough. but you have to put your life on the line or you're nothing better than a villain to the people"

and just, lightly pushes him out of bounds

pls mics just in Love this guy tore him to fucking pieces but Damn

aizawa  helps him up off the floor

"so im probably not wrong but im a little sorry for saying it on live tv"

mic "youre amazing"

aizawa just goes bright red and starts sputtering

aizawa: the emotional devastation hero weakness: genuine compliments

consider 1A teacher aizawa just still made of emotional devastation, nezu made him promise not to use his powers of destruction on his children unless he was expelling them 

this is a quirkless izuku au too, mirio got ofa, allmight encouraged izuku to be a hero after the fight but had no quirk to give him and he manages to make his own way into the hero course

so izuku is a little analyst, gets mostly hero points but uses sharp rebar and poles to smash in the sensors of some robots, getting him a few non-rescue points either. Aizawa is watching like "oh interesting a non-combat quirk" and beside him allmight is vibrating with excitement

"he might actually do it!"

"who might do what"

allmight turns sheepishly to aizawa

"young midoriya on camera 6, he might just be the first quirkless student to pass the enterance exam to heroics straight up"

and aizawa can hardly watch anyone else for the rest of the exam, he adopts this kid on the fucking Spot

hes on the edge of his fucking seat, when nezu sends out the zero pointer. "this kid only needs 10 more points, just ten more" and izuku turns around to look at the 0 pointer and aizawa is like "fuck kid i hope you know what youre doing"

he manages to shove a piece of rebar into the treads, stoping it in its place. it tries to swat him like a bug but he just dives out of the way, picks up ochako and sprints and aizawa is like "holy shit holy shit these bastards better give this kid hero points for that"

like they are assigning final hero points and aizawa has to awkwardly put his hand up "i,,, should probably be excluded from giving midoriya hero points because i went from 0 to bias very very quickly"

allmight just nods sagely

"young midoriya be like that sometimes"

pls aizawa tries to act extra tough bc he can’t let anyone know he’s Adopted this child

for all izuku's brain hes useless w social stuff and thinks aizawa hates him but everyone else k n o w s

also izuku is the only person in 1A who knows ab aizawa's "quirk" and hes like, constantly vibrating w glee around the guy

aizawa walks in the first day, hears bakugo asking how this "quirkless bastard" got in, grabs bakugo w his scarf and yeets him into vlad’s room

"ok students, looks like we are a class of 19. any other comments before we start?"

and like everyone is so lost no one questions it

bakugo is screaming bloody murder until vlad "kindly" tells him ua has a strict no discrimination policy and aizawa would have been well within his rights to expel him

please nezu is like "uwu take one of 1B to make the classes even" and vlad is like "no ive already bonded tough cookies" vlad just adopts bakugo instantly

monoma and bakugou become bros, the baku-squad is 50% a thing, but its mostly 1B students but with pinning kiri. kendo and bakugo both keep monoma in line, monoma and kendo keep bakugo in line

during the sports festival shinsou is like "you must have a blessed quirk to get into the hero course"

and izuku just has this "really. this si what we're doing now" look on his face. hes just gesturing to shinso in exasperation, trying to make eye contact w aizawa hidden up in the commentary box

all you can hear from the box is aizawa quiet snickering as mic tries not to give the game away. he yeets shinso out of bonds and just hauls him back to his feet

"im quirkless you nonce"

"oh,,,"

"yeah, oh. what, gonna be embarrassed a quirkless kid kicked your ass?"

"nah i just feel bad for being a dick"

"ok you are the only valid person ive ever met, come meet my not-dad"

"wait what"

izuku fireman carries shinso into the announcers booth and just presents him to aizawa

you can just vaguely hear "no not kid" "but he'll be perfect" "kid this is live ask me after the festival" "but! hed be perfect! and you could train him to carry on your legacy of soul-crushing burns" "... hmmm"

"do i get a say in this?" "no" "nope"

mic just loudly saying "SO BEFORE WE WITNESS A CHILD CRY LIVE ON AIR AGAIN, AS ALWAYS HAPPENS IN THIS FESTIVAL, LETS START THE NEXT ROUND!"

there’s a counter “days since someone last cried: 0”

please its like "times cried durring all sports festivals" "average cry events" "number of times cried this festival"

aizawa being even more of a dad than canon, like hes a mess he sees on sad kid and he's like "wow that's my kid now"

he makes them soup when they get sick and leaves it outside their doors, refuses to admit its him doing it

soup cryptid

please mic is like 100% in love with him and had been for years but aizawa still has internal bias against the quirkless and thinks he's not good enough for mic so he cant make himself see the flirting for what it really is

“haha he’s just being friendlyL

“aizawa i literally want to marry u”

“awww ur so nice u mean as friends tho right?”

in this au ive decided that quirkless heroes are a thing, but pretty rare, in japan they are all underground bc villains go after them a l o t. there are some public ones in america but they tend to,,, die,,, pretty quickly

and bc there are some quirkless heroes everyone acts like discrimination isn't a thing anymore and quirkless people should shut up while quirkless people are still getting killed and committing suicide at like 500% the rate of people with quirks

also the suicide rate is,,,,, significantly higher in japan but no one ever talks abt it bc japan the “ideal place for people with quirks” so that surely means nothing could ever go wrong

izuku does the "its your power" speech in like 3 parts, before, during and after the sports festival bc he needs he bones w no quirk

stain asks izuku what his quirk is and izuku does the "wouldn't you like to know, weather boy"

",,, where are your parents"

"one abandoned me straight up and the other is giving it a red hot go right now, try me coward"

izuku but everytime he roasts a villain he does it in vine quotes

tl;dr in the au inko is like,, not ok w izuku being a hero and she's trying to do the "leave the school or you can't live here any more" ultimatum and it's not working for her

bc izuku said "ok bye then" and now lives out of his backpack. no one knows. he just like,, sleeps on the train

and iida is like "owo could i come over to your house" and izuku is like

"aaaaa its on fire. yep. made of arsenic and always in flames, why dont we go to the park"

everyone in 1a is like betting on what his house is like. they harass katsuki in 1b but he refuses to talk

hes like "hell no i got thrown into another class for talking ab that nerd eat my left tit"

they only fucking work it out when aizawa and allmight go to izukus house to talk ab dorms and there is literally no one there

aizawa asks izuku ab it like "kid you need to update your forms with your current address" and hes like "oh worm, she moved? wack."

“u,,,,didn’t know,,,,”

“nah lmao i sleep on the bench in a park near here”

“my boy,,,,,l

"what, ochako lives alone!"

"yeah, in a fucking house, kid"

aizawas just: this is literal child abuse i’m ur guardian now

allmight "hes my kid too dont be greedy"

"fuck off all might you already have mirio" "and you already have shinsou!" nighteye, from around the corner "ill take him!" aizawa and allmight "NO"                                  

mic adopts him nezu just sitting in the distance "well, its my school. i get the kid" one whole school full of adult heroes "NO ITS MY SON,,," izukus like crying "wait,,, you guys aren't sick of me? wild" while sobbing

afo out of nowhere: i’ll take the child :))) everyone collectively: N O

for self-indulgence, izuku is the youngest in the class for this au so they all call him their little brother

consider: quirkless aizawa is very similar to normal aizawa but he does practise self-care, he just tries to make it look like he doesnt because hes like that

if i dont take care of myself ill never be able to stand up to the heroes w quirks but also do i deserve normal good human things

tl:dr: he can cook well and is trying to teach izuku that 2-minute noodles and apples arent hero fuel

inko is like: "uwu i wont change what i cook for you so you'll just have to make do owo" in like, a pathetic attempt to get him to stop training so izuku runs off protein bars, electrolyte drinks and raw vegetables

just like, his bento at school. its only raw mushrooms, spinach, tomatoes and 2 full carrots

the only time he gets like a kinda valid balanced meal for a hero in training is when he pops by bakugous place and mitsuki forces him to stay for lunch

izuku is like "oh hi bakugo i have ur book-" "HI ITS LUNCH GET IN PIPSQUEAK"

hes just thrown into a chair, bakugo isnt even confused. izuku is like ",,,, so vlad gave me your book bc your house is near mums." "fair enough. hope you like miso salmon"

izuku just looks stary eyed

"f i s h ??? warm food bakugo id kill for you"

"deku wtf"

"i had nothing but 3 scoops of protein powder and 2 tomatoes today"

“dEKU WHAT THE FUCK”

"i had to eat the protein podwer with plain water kacchan. protein sludge followed by two raw tomatoes. i would commit real actual murder for you"

mitsuki always packs an extra bento after that

so like when it’s dorm time izuku gets rly stressed out bc he doesn’t know how to cook for himself??? bakugous in the 1b dorms and even if he wasn’t he definitely wouldn’t cook for him

1a goes on a fucking shopping trip, chaperoned, obviously

and they’re lining up and aizawa sees that izukus cart is only filled with like??? instant noodles and like two (2) fruits and he’s losing his mind bc yes okay he’s a child but he’s also a young hero and he’s going to get a heart attack by 20 if he doesn’t fix his diet

aizawa is like "izuku, you cant eat that" and izuku just goes "oh ok" puts the noodles back and comes back with a tub of protein powder and like 11 vegetables and a bag of kale

okay this is an improvement kinda, how do u cook it

,,,,,c

cook?

izuku just has a totally blank face

"i was just gonna like,,, eat it"

"raw."

"uh, yeah, is that not how u eat vegetables?”

"thats a potato. and some leeks. thats a fucking onion"

"it wont kill me though"

"thats,,, that not how you pick food kid."

“but vegetable??? good????”

"kid do you even fucking like any of this"

"wait, im supposed to like?? my food???"

yagi in the fucking health food isle hearing this is 50% laughing but 50% crying

aizawa: “izuku ur supposed to eat a well balanced and tasty meal”

izuku: *surprized pikachu face*

please even todoroki is like ",,, at least fuyumi could c o o k"

oh god imagine having a worse diet than shouto todoroki from 1a who eats nothing but cold soba and drinks juice

also please aizawa is like "kid i thought you just happened to be thin but now im seeing thats not the case"

bakugo in the distance "like inko ever fed him enough anyway lmao"

aizawa "WAIT WHAT"

whys bakugou shopping with 1a? its actually all 40 of the first years just descending on this poor little store. it’s this little mom and pop grocery store and a billion hungry hero hopefuls just burst through the door like 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔

izuku is like "oh its too expensive" and aizawa is just holding a bag of rice, aizawa is like "its cheaper than the protein powder you have"

and izuku is like "yeah i mean its empty calories and im not paying that much for empty calories"

",,,"

"thats what you taught us sensei!"

"EMPTY CALORIES ARE ONLY A PROBLEM IF UR EATING TOO MUCH"

"and?"

"YOU HAVE 3 POTAOES FOR THE NEXT 2 WEEKS"

"i can put some back if you want?"

"THATS EXACTLY WHAT I DONT WANT"

#bnha au #bnha #aizawa shouta #aizawa #eraserhead #midoriya izuku #Izuku #Midoriya #erasermic #present mic #bakugou katsuki #all might #yagi toshinori #shinsou hitoshi #quirkless erasure au

[toshisae]

call me baby

summary: in which chenle gives you the entire world in exchange for some love

genre: crack, fluff and another pinch of angst 

theme: ceo!chenle (sugardaddy au but without the sexy shit its just he buys you things in exchange for you loving him ok? ok) 

word count: 2.8k

author’s note: HIIIII ITS BEEN A LONG ASS TIME SINCE I WROTE SOMETHING SO HERES THIS also theres no sexy time unless the sexy time u want is going on an endless shopping spree then this fic is for u!! its just another crack idea i had lol and this is just to get rid of writers block or smth despite having this in my drafts for the longest time

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you know how people say not to chat with random strangers from the internet?

because it’s terrifying and shit??

well you never listened 

here you are on a friday night on your phone

looking for some 40 year olds to troll

on this sugar daddy app you randomly found one day

not like you needed money or whatever

you lived with your brother jaemin who’s a doctor

so i guess you could say u’re: $$$$

and it’s just that you have nothing to do

what’t the worst that could happen right?

ding!

your phone vibrates in your hand

it looks like you’ve matched with your designated sugar daddy

“congratulations! you’ve matched with 6chittaphon9”

you looked at his profile and saw that he’s a 23 year old dancer

not up for it, you swiped left

“give me the good shit bro” - you tell the phone

you clicked the globe icon on the bottom of the screen

it switched you to a radar where it scans for possible sugardaddies who use the app

a little later your phone dings again

“congratulations! you’ve matched with zhong$”

and when you clicked on his profile,,

you let out a big big gasp 

he’s a 18 year old ..

looking for.. sugar babies??

if you were drinking something then you would’ve spat out that liquid real quick

you swiped to the right and sent this dude a message

“hi”

ok so chenle right

chenle is the youngest billionaire in the world

bye kylie jenner oof

after his father’s passing, his company, zhongs inc. was in his hands

his father’s last wish was to have chenle get married at a young age

but chenle obviously didn’t like that idea

he wanted to experience a normal teenage life where he parties, drinks, date some random girls or whatever a pesky teenager does

so he found himself downloading a sugarbaby app

also just for the lolz like c’mon this is chenle the king of clownery

the c in chenle means clownery wbk

he had the money, the looks, almost anything you need for a man

so he quickly made his account

and not a minute later he already matched with someone named ‘<y/n3’

he sees that this y/n person already sent him a message

so obviously he replies

“hello”

you: asl?

chenle: 17 / m / seoul; u?

you: same except im a female

chenle: well ain’t that obvious

on the outside you bursted out laughing

you: ok capt. crunch so would you like telling me your name or is it confidential

chenle: i mean, i guess its kinda confidential but the company wont know anyway but im zhong chenle 

you: ????? are u important or sumn

chenle couldn’t believe his eyes

chenle: um.. im ZHONG chenle

you: whats so special with your name

chenle was actually quite glad you dont know about his name or his background

chenle: nothing so wyd

it didn’t take awhile for you two to get along 

since you two had the same type of humor and age

you: why are you on this app tho if you are “young and rich”

chenle: i could ask you the same question

you: its friday my dude and im bored 

chenle: well,,,,,,,,,,, idk my friend recommended it to me

you: you’re friends with a bunch of old people?

chenle: nO I MEAN YES?? I MEAN NO 

you: ... are u fucking with me

chenle: no i’m not fucking with you, im talking to u :D 

in the end chenle asks you if it was okay that he’ll send you some money for fun

chenle: yk this app is about sugardaddies looking for sugarbabies right so lets make the most of it and give me your paypal or venmo and ill send you some cash for talking to me <3 

you: wtf chenle no its fine!!! i had lots of fun talking to you and this app is just a whole ass joke but im glad i met a new friend here but its okay dont send me some money !!!!!

chenle: nooo think of it like i’m treating you out for some dinner so please allow me 

you: still ! i wont let you,, till i get to see you so i know youre not some 40 year old i still think you are

chenle: how many times do i have to tell you im really 18 years old ffs but sure, when are you free?

on the inside youre just like: ASJDHJHDUIADHASJKDAHAHD WHAT THE FUCK

you: uhh i have school so i’m always busy hehehe

chenle: then i’ll see you in your school, what school do you go to?

this kid doesnt know when to give up

you: hhhhhhh i guess then i’m free tomorrow 

chenle: GREAT! I’LL SEE YOU ON HONGDAE here’s my number boo

and there you have it

your first unofficial meet up with zhong chenle himself

you were too much in thought about meeting him you didnt even notice jaemin standing there with pizza in his hands

“what are you staring at sis?” - jaems

“uh nothing” you snatched the pizza from his hands

fast forward to tomorrow

you were getting nervous to meet chenle

“hey where are you going?” jaemin takes a peek of you in your room

can he stop scaring you like that

“going out” - u 

“going where?” - jaems

“hongdae”

“cuteee do you have a date today?” he wiggles his eyebrows at you

“no-”

“are you going out with that pizza delivery boy?!” jaemin suddenly gushes

“jeno?” you ask him

“yeah that one” - jaemin

“no, i’m just gonna go shopping” you brush him off

jaemin shrugs and gives you some pocket money to spend

“be safe and have fun” he closes the door of your room

after safely arriving in hongdae, you sat somewhere thats not that crowded

who knows if this chenle person is famous right

so there you were waiting for him to text you or something

and just like that, your phone rings

it was an unknown number

but you answer anyway

“hello this is chenle, may i ask if you are in gongcha right now?” 

you looked around the people who’s passing by hoping to see someone fancy looking holding their phones

suddenly someone stops right in front of you

“found you” 

with that, chenle hangs up and sits across the table from you

“hi, i’m chenle” he gives his hand out for you to shake

and man, you were shookt

he looks like an ordinary teenager 

or a hypebeast for this occasion 

“o-oh .. h-hello” you bow

chenle suddenly laughs at your reaction 

his laugh is beautiful 

“don’t be nervous baby, i mean no harm” he smiles

his smile that totally made your heart melt

“how could i not? you’re the youngest billionaire out here” you gushed

chenle shushes you after the billionaire part

“sorry about that, it’s just i don’t like it when people tell me that” he tells you casually

ok humble king

“have you ordered yet? if not let’s order right now, on me” he grabs his wallet from his pocket and heads inside gongcha

after taking your orders, you two sat outside again with your drinks

“so y/n.. tell me about yourself” chenle takes a sip of his drink

“well, like i told you last night, i’m a student in college and i live with my brother who’s a doctor and that’s about it.. what about you, mr. zhong” you giggled

“first of all, don’t call me mr. zhong. you can call me lele instead and i love music and i like to play the piano and sometimes i sing” he shares, showing off his pearly whites

and after some many more conversations with him, he finally asks you an important question

“ok last question” he laughs, “i know it’s kinda weird but i really like your company and i know we met through a sugar daddy/sugar baby app but would you like.. stay with me..?” he asks cautiously

you stared at him with wide eyes

“i’ll pay for everything you want.. just,, stay or keep me company..?”

you kept quiet, just in shock on what just happened

“it’s okay if you don’t want to, just forget that i asked” he laughs awkwardly

“no it’s okay, i’ll keep you company but please please don’t pay for everything. i can pay for myself” you tell him

“why not? i got money, i can spoil you with gifts” he looks at you confused

“if you can’t remember, i’ve got a brother who’s a doctor and i guess we’re loaded too you know” you roll your eyes at him

“pfft okay then so.. where were we” 

and with that you guys carry on your conversation 

months has passed and you’ve been with chenle through everything

every time something happened in his company, you were there comforting him or just keeping him sane through out everything

and within those months, you’ve seen different sides of him as well

like the serious side of him– when he’s in business meeting and you’re his plus one 

aside from his secretary of course

the funny side of him– when he’s cracking jokes to literally everyone

sometimes he takes days off in the midst of his own company just to pull pranks on his secretary, renjun

and of course, his vulnerable side– when he feels he can’t do what his father left him, the family legacy

there were night where you had to stay over at his place just to make him calm down or just to make sure he’s sleeping or eating well 

and tonight was those vulnerable nights of chenle

here you were in his room, on the floor holding his hand as he rants about how his day turned to shit 

“it’s just so.. hard you know?” he opens up, “when everyone expects you to follow a certain life but i’m not all about that business shit life! i want to sing or fucking play the piano or do some teenager shit not this paper work life!” his voice cracks at the end of his sentence

“ah shit i’m crying in front of you again” he laughs, wiping the tears 

you don’t say anything but held his hand tighter

“thanks y/n.. you’re the best” he smiles down at you

“anything for you, chenle. that’s why i’m here for you right? to keep you company” you smile back

“can you.. come up here with me” chenle motions for you to sit beside him on the bed

you agree and climbed up

chenle sits up awkwardly, staring at you.

“woah this is the first time i had a girl on my bed” he giggles

“then i’m honoured” you laugh

suddenly your phone vibrates multiple times

you take a look and its your brother looking for you

“who is it?” chenle asks

“it’s my brother, he said i should go home” you slowly push yourself from his comfy bed

“no, it’s late. i’ll take you home first thing in the morning” 

“i don’t want to be a burden to you lele” you say shyly

“you’re never a burden to me y/n” chenle smiles again

that night, you slept in his very arms for the first time

you wake up earlier that him and decided to prepare breakfast for him

you set the eggs and bacon on the table with orange juice

you smiled at your efforts, hoping he’d like it

chenle woke up in distraught since you were no where in sight

he was in his pajama pants and he rushed downstairs to check if you were still there

and thankfully, you were

you were on the dining table, waiting for him with breakfast ready

“good morning” he grins, face looking brighter than ever

you smile back at him, “good morning to you too, sleepyhead. help yourself with some breakfast”

chenle takes a seat and sips on the orange juice next to him, “did you make this?” he asks

you nod, “for you” 

you could’ve swore you saw him blush for a moment there 

and with that, you two ate in peace, just enjoying each other’s company

a few days later

you couldn’t make it to chenle’s office since you had classes and it was exam week 

chenle was obviously very lonely that week

even his own secretary checked up on him cause he was awfully quiet ever since you came into his life

“so how are you and y/n huh” renjun casually asks chenle who was busy reading papers on the table

“we’re doing great” chenle replies nonchalantly 

“are you two going steady now?”

that question made chenle halt to a stop on what he was doing

renjun notices that chenle turned quiet

“i never asked her to be official” chenle gasps, scaring renjun in the process

“wha-”

“renjun hyung can you get me the biggest bouquet bundle you can find” chenle rushes

renjun nods and grabs his ipad, looking for what chenle requested

“fuck.. what did y/n wanted again” chenle asks himself, trying to remember the bag or things you told him about

“call jisung and tell him we’re going to the mall” chenle tells renjun yet again, rushing to the elevator so he could go to the mall with his best buddy

“so what are we buying your special someone again?” jisung asks chenle who was busy pacing around the mall

“y/n said she wanted a bag but i cant remember what was it” chenle tells jisung who just looks as lost as he was

chenle ended up going to every luxury store they had in the mall

like louis vitton, gucci, prada, balenciaga, fendi

you name it he went there and bought one bag each

he even went to some make up stores thanks to jisung’s suggestion

surprisingly he had a girlfriend who was a makeup artist and puts make up on jisung’s face when they have nothing to do

and of course, chenle followed what his best friend suggested

now they were on their way back to your place cause you just texted chenle that you were almost done with your exam

chenle and jisung unload his car and went straight up to your apartment that you shared with your brother

and your brother answers the door

“uh chenle? what are you doing here?” jaemin answers the door

chenle stood there in shock once again, “jaemin hyung? you’re y/n’s brother?” he stares at jaemin confused.

jaemin nods slowly before realization hits him, “you’re the person y/n is seeing?!” 

chenle nods uncertainly, slightly offended you never told jaemin about him but quickly shrugs it off. 

“well surprise! now can you help us with this? i’m asking y/n to be my girlfriend when she arrives home” 

jaemin immediately steps in and helps the two boys

after an hour or so, everything is now set into place

now they were just waiting for you to arrive

chenle stood there with his usual work attire which was a formal suit, holding a big ass bouquet and the paper bags right behind him

“jisung how do i look?!” chenle looks at jisung who was showing him two thumbs up

“dashing bro, she’ll say yes in no time”

and as if on cue, you walked in

and to say you were shocked to see chenle standing there 

“lele! what are you doing here?” you covered your mouth in shock as you saw the never ending line of paper bags right behind him and the bouquet he was holding

“i’m here to ask you to be mine” he replies, staring at you once again

“does my brother know you’re here?” you look around your living room and you spot jaemin in the kitchen, watching the entire thing go down

“yeah. why didn’t you tell me he was your brother” chenle pouts, but shakes his head as he hands you the bouquet

chenle clears his throat once again, “na y/n.. would you be my first and last girlfriend?” he closes his eyes tight, waiting for your response

“i would be honoured” you take the bouquet off his hands and jumped into his arms

“about time you asked her” jisung comments in the background

“baby look, i got you some gifts!” chenle puts you down and shows you the abundant amount of things he got you

you smacked him in the chest, “what did i say about you giving me expensive gifts!” 

“let me spoil you, please? you showed me how loving someone wholeheartedly is priceless, and i want to return the favor in my own way” chenle shows you his infamous puppy eyes.

“lele you’re making me cry!” you tear up, hidng your face in his neck

“also because i can’t remember the thing you told me you wanted a few days ago so i had to compromise” chenle giggles

you were happy

and he was happy

who knew an app could bring you two together and end up like this

the end!

#nct #nct dream #nct chenle #chenle #zhong chenle #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct au #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream au #chenle imagines #chenle scenarios #chenle au #zhong chenle imagines #zhong chenle scenarios #zhong chenle au #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #jaemin #renjun #jeno #jisung #na jaemin #huang renjun #lee jeno #park jisung

[taehyungiestummy]

Stuck -- Chapter Fifteen

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           “This game is awesome,” I squeal as Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung, and I win yet another game of Overwatch with two random players. “We are the best!”

           “You are just saying that because we are on a winning streak,” Jungkook laughs.

           A few hours ago we made it home, and everything has been going great. Namjoon and Emily are hanging out at the dorms doing who know what. Seokjin and Nari went out grocery shopping, and should now be back at their apartment relaxing. Yoongi and Hoseok are at Yoongi’s place probably writing music. The four of us left over are at Taehyung and my place getting our fill of a new video game.

           “Jagi, how do you have such good skills?” Taehyung looks over at me from the other end of the couch.

           “Don’t you play video games all the time, cutie?” Jimin looks up at me from the floor.

           As always, Jungkook and Jimin are sitting on the floor, but Jimin is near me while Jungkook is by Taehyung.

           “Just Pokémon, Animal Crossing, Harvest Moon, Mario, and some small random Nintendo games,” I pet Haipeo’s head as she is lying next to me. “Tae plays all the games like this. I’m more of a handheld and computer girl.”

           “Princess, you are such a geek,” Taehyung giggles. “I love it so much.”

           “I love you,” I coo, sitting up and fixing my glasses. “And I think I love two other boys in this room too.”

           “I think Keyowo loves me,” Jungkook is overly cocky with the dog sleeping in his lap.

           “You forced her to sit in your lap,” Jimin shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s love.”

           “She didn’t run away,” I stick up for the youngest boy. “That must mean something.”

           “Thank you, adorable, for sticking up for me,” Jungkook looks over at me. “You are the sweetest.”

           I smile, “That’s how I am. Just wanting to be as nice as possible to every single person.”

           “And that’s how we got together,” Taehyung boxy smiles. “Because I am the same way.”

           “She also accepted your weirdness,” Jimin says. “Which we were seriously interested to know if she would.”

           “Hey,” I pout. “What’s that supposed to mean about me?”

           “That you are a lovely girl who knows her soulmate when she found him,” Jungkook gives a forced smile, batting his eyelashes. “You also proved us boys wrong because you two make each other so happy.”

           “It was still hell hearing Tae-Tae talk our ears off about you,” Jimin groans. “It’s like he loved you right after the first meeting.”

           I look over at my boyfriend, his cheeks reddening at the comment. “Can I let you in on a little secret, babe?”

           Taehyung looks over at me, a small smile on his face. “Is it bad?”

           I chuckle, “No, not at all. It’s cute, and a bit weird, but you’ll like it.”

           “Go for it,” he winks.

           I feel my cheeks heating up, but I don’t shy away. “After I met you, I went back to Nari’s and looked up pictures of you the second I could. I had to check if you were the real deal, and put a picture for your contact.”

           “That’s unfair,” Taehyung pouts.

           “What?” Jungkook, Jimin, and I look at the boy in shock.

           “You could look up pictures of me, set pictures up, and remember exactly what I looked like,” Taehyung explains. “I had to remember what you looked like by memory. And I only saw you for ten minutes!”

           Jungkook, Jimin, and I burst into giggles. Haipeo even lets out a small bark.

           “Aw, Tae babe,” I resist the urge to crawl over and sit in his lap. “You could have just asked for a picture.”

           “That would have been creepy, and you know it,” Taehyung sits up on his knees and points at me. “Jagi, I could have drawn your face after that first meeting. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

           I look away, waving him off. “Whatever Tae. You’re too cute.”

           “I agree,” Jungkook says. “I mean, he’s known as one of the cute ones.”

           “I love how close you seven are,” I get comfortable on the couch again. “Now, can we get another game started?”

           “You used to be cute, Kookie,” Jimin chuckles. “Then you hit puberty.”

           “I am just able to be cute and sexy at the same time,” Taehyung boasts.

           “I trump all of you in cuteness,” I giggle, looking down at my laptop. “Just deal with it, and let’s move on.”

           “You are also super sexy baby,” Taehyung says. “Hot, beautiful, stunning, all those words.”

           “Stop,” I wave him off, feeling my cheeks and ears heating up. “Let’s just get back to Overwatch. We can talk more after a few more rounds.”

********

           A warm bath is always nice to have at the beginning of my period. It helps soothe my cramps as the painkillers take their time to kick in. Taehyung was actually the one to wake me up and tell me that I had blood on my pants. He was so sweet about the issue, kissing me all over my face to make me feel better. He carried me to the bathroom, and got me new shorts and underwear. He’s the best boyfriend I could have asked for.

           I sigh as a new slow song I’ve never heard before starts up. It’s on playlist called Bubble Bath Time that Taehyung made for me in times like this. “If only I wasn’t alone,” I mumble, beginning to feel like a prune.

           The song moves on, and not even a minute into ‘Butterfly’ does my phone begin to ring.

           “What the fuck?” I groan, sitting up to look at my phone.

           Taehyung’s dorky face is now taking over my screen as his voice telling me to pick up in many different voices fills my ears.

           “What is he doing?” I giggle, drying my hand to answer the phone and put it on speaker. “Yes Tae bae?”

           “Bae?” Taehyung’s deep laughter fills the air. “Was that a slip up?”

           I giggle, “Did I not say babe?”

           “No, you didn’t. I guess you are just too relaxed to think straight.”

           “Tae bae slides right off the tongue. I like it.”

           “So do I, so keep saying it.”

           “Okay, now that that is out of the way. Why did you call me?”

           “To check in on you, of course. How is my wifey?”

           I chuckle, “That is going to be so hard to get used to.”

           “Call me hubby.”

           “In due time, maybe,” I sigh. “I’m doing fine, Tae. I’m in the bath right now, and my cramps are way better. It’s a good thing it happened this morning and you were there to take care of me.”

           “I knew you were going to start because of last month, and because of the random stomachache. Wait, how are you taking a bath? Isn’t it getting everywhere?”

           I burst into laughter, unplugging the drain so I can calm myself down. “Oh, you innocent child in some aspects of this big world.”

           “The fuck was that?” Taehyung is holding in his laughs.

           “Tae! I rarely hear you curse.”

           “You liked it didn’t you? You curse all the time!”

           I giggle, “Yeah, I do say some bad words more often then most. It’s how I let off steam. But I will admit it was hot. Don’t go crazy, though.”

           “So, what am I so innocent about, hm?”

           “Tampons, babe. That’s how I am able to take baths,” I stand up, grabbing a towel to wrap around my body.

           “Oh,” he breaths out. “I saw those at the store.”

           “Yes, that’s where they sell them.”

           “I’ll Google them later. Now, what are your plans after the bath?”

           “Well, I’m done with it now, so Ill get dressed and then make lunch. Oh, and let the dogs out. Then write, and maybe color to destress.”

           “Are you stressed, jagiya? Do I need to come home?”

           I chuckle, picking up my phone to set in on the sink counter. “No, Tae, I can take care of myself. I’ll be fine until you come home. Plus, you can’t just drop everything to come to my side when I feel bad. You have a job.”

           “That I work hard at every single day. I can get a few hours off to come help you. If you are really in pain or something.”

           “I a fine. Plus, you called me. It’s one thing if I called you.”

           “True,” he chuckles. “I should let you go then. To get dressed and go do all the things you need to get done.”

           “I love you, Taehyung. Work hard and let’s make dinner together tonight.”

           “Sounds perfect, baby,” he hums. “See you later. I love you too.”

           “Bye babe.”

           He makes kissing noises before the line goes dead.

           The slow music starts back up again. ‘Butterfly’ giving me a weird calm.

           “That boy, too sweet to me. Fate is a crazy thing.” I quickly get dressed, deciding on some sweat shorts and a tight t-shirt with ‘BTS’ on the front and the boy’s names on the back. My hair ends up in a tiny bun as I exit the bathroom.

           I leash Haipeo and Keyowo up to take them out for a bathroom break and a walk. The action making me feel like a grown-up, and proud of how far I have come as a person. Once back in the apartment, I fill their food and water bowls, and get to making my own lunch. The only thing I feel well enough to make is a cheesy toasty and a tall glass of milk.

           “Social media time, I guess,” I take a bite of my sandwich, opening up Instagram. All kinds of pictures fill my feed, looking for something out of the ordinary. I don’t spot anything, and check my latest post. It’s a picture of the tub full, bubbles almost overflowing, and a caption are positive, asking if I am doing okay. Twitter is where I see hate almost instantly. It’s hard to just skip over it, and I close out of the app within minutes of opening it. “I think I’m going to clean,” I smile, placing my dirty dishes in the sink and turning on the faucet. “And I am going to blast music because I am a bigger person than those haters. And I always will be.”

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           “It smells so good, doesn’t it babies?” I smile as Haipeo and Keyowo play tug-of-war with a rope toy.

           I’ve been quite productive on my day off, cleaning the whole apartment so I broadened my music horizon. Now getting to know so many different groups. When I had the cleaning done, I decided to rest and color for a bit. The weight of the harsh words drifting way. The dogs let me know when they needed to go out for a bathroom break and another walk. I will always be grateful that they love taking the elevator.

           “Chocolate chip cookies are always good,” I slip off the barstool, walking over to the oven to check the progress of my last two batches. “And with everyone who will want some, it’s a good thing I doubled the recipe.” Cookies upon cookies on paper towels take up the counters. There has to be at least seventy cookies out right now, with around twenty ready to come out of the oven. “Too bad I didn’t plan dinner,” I turn off the oven, putting oven mitts on to take the two cookie sheets out.

           Haipeo and Keyowo rush to the front door, signaling Taehyung’s return. The dogs being able to hear the key in the lock will always make me smile.

           “Welcome home, Tae bae!” I shout as I hear the door close. I turn down the music, grabbing the little spatula to move the cookies.

           “Princess, it smells so good,” Taehyung’s voice fills my ears. “So many cookies!”

           I giggle, doing my best to transfer the cookies faster. “We have so many friends, so I had to make a lot of cookies.”

           “What’s for dinner?” Taehyung wraps his arms around my middles, pressing kisses to my neck.

           Haipeo lets out a bark, causing a giggle to fill the room that isn’t Taehyung or myself.

           “Jimin,” I peal Taehyung’s arms off of me, turning to see Jimin on the living room floor with Haipeo and Keyowo.

           “Hi cutie,” Jimin waves at me. His smile so big his face squishes up.

           “What’s going on?” I walk over to the sink, getting to the dishes right away.

           “Well, Seokjin is with Nari,” Taehyung picks up a dry dish towel. “And Namjoon is with Emily. Jungkook went out with some friends, and Yoongi and Hoseok stayed to do some song writing.”

           “So, Chim-Chim had no where to go,” I hand a bowl to Taehyung. “Are you going to help with dinner, Chim?”

           “Of course,” Jimin nods. “I will prove my worth.”

           “Good,” I shuffle around on my toes, slowly feeling insecure in my outfit. “That means you two boys will start the meal and I can change.”

           “What?” Taehyung pouts. “Jagi, don’t do that,” he whines. “You look so hot,” he taps my butt a few times.

           “Do I make you uncomfortable, Amber?” Jimin seriously asks.

           “No, no,” I shake my head. “I’m just underdressed and feel out of place.”

           “You look fine. Don’t worry about it. Perfect in everything you do.”

           “And I won’t let you change,” Taehyung kisses my cheek. “My beautiful princess.”

           I feel the heat spread across my cheeks. “What are you going to make for dinner?”

           The boys chuckle at my quick change of subject.

           “Well, Tae here doesn’t cook much,” Jimin replies. “So it ahs to be a simple meal.”

           “Ramen,” Taehyung cutely looks around at the both of us.

           “Aw, that’s perfect,” I pat my boyfriend’s cheek. “Can we take a picture for my Instagram?”

           “I want to be in the picture too!” Jimin shouts.

           “Of course, Jiminie,” I giggle. “I would never leave you out.”

           “Why the need for the picture?” Taehyung whispers as we begin to pack away the cookies.

           “Just, reasons,” I shrug. “Nothing to worry about, I promise.”

           “It was hate, wasn’t it?”

           I sigh, “I’m fine now, Tae. I did a lot today, and the comments have left my mind.”

           “But you want to show them wrong, right?”

           “I guess.”

           “What’s all the whispering about?” Jimin asks as he steps into the kitchen.

           “Just, stuff,” I turn and hand the boy a cookie. “Now, are you ready to make dinner?”

********

           Taehyung’s hands are on my hips as he stands behind me, chin resting on the top of my head. “So, did someone take the picture yet?”

           I giggle, reaching my hands back to place them on Taehyung’s shoulders. “Namjoon does outfit posts, Tae and I can do couple posts.”

           “I know ARMY will go crazy,” Hoseok laughs.

           “I got some good pictures,” Yoongi grins. “So you can stop now.”

           Taehyung kisses the top of my head before pulling away from me. “Break time will always be fun with you here.”

           “Any time is fun with Amber,” Jungkook skips over to me. “You just bring something that no one else can.”

           “Yeah, it’s because she’s a girl,” Yoongi shakes his head. “You perverts.”

           I chuckle, “So that’s it, hm?”

           “We just think she’s cute,” Jimin rushes up to me, tickling my sides before picking me up like a bride. “She’s so much fun to be around, and always makes us smile.”

           “She’s sweet like that,” Seokjin smiles. “Always wanting the best for others, and then thinking of herself.”

           “Give her to me, hyung,” Taehyung pouts, holding out his arms for me.

           “As you wish,” Jimin taps his nose to my forehead before handing me over to Taehyung.

           “What is she, a doll?” Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Put her down.”

           “She’s a princess,” Taehyung rubs his nose across mine. “Do you want down, jagi?”

           “Well, breaks almost over, and I need to do something with those pictures,” I run my hand over his cheek.

           “Oh yeah, we took pictures for a reason,” he giggles, placing my feet on the ground. “A kiss?”

           I press my lips to his, smiling as his fingers sneak under my shirt to pinch my sides. “Okay, don’t go too crazy, Tae.”

           “No bae?” Jimin teases.

           “But you’re my bae, Chim,” I smirk.

           “Ah, well, you little,” Jimin pokes my cheek. “Cute.”

           “All of you guys are my before anyone else. I love all of you!” I skip over to Yoongi, sitting down as close to him as possible. “Thanks for taking pictures.”

           “My sister asked, so I delivered,” Yoongi places his arm around my shoulders. “I’m not always a cold hard ass.” He hands me my phone.

           “Thank you,” I rest my head on his shoulder. “You like taking pictures, don’t you?”

           “I do. It’s a bit of a hobby.”

           “Like Emily, but not as deep into it. So, do you ever snap pictures of me when I’m not looking? Moments where I look cute, or you just have to take a picture to remember the moment.”

           “As does Tae. We can’t help but want to take pictures of you.”

           I have a tight lipped grin as I select a picture to post on Instagram. “Is it my looks? My cheeks?”

           “Your puffy cheeks?” Yoongi gently pinches my cheek. “Maybe that’s what it is.”

           “Maybe it’s the hair,” I sigh, posting the picture. “Or the eyes.”

           “It’s just you.”

           I look up, catching Taehyung on his phone as his thumbs type away. Jimin is next to him, watching over whatever he is doing on his phone.

           “Okay, is everyone ready?” Mr. Son asks as he enters the room, a group of back-up dancers behind him.

           “Are we practicing ‘Fire’ now?” Seokjin asks.

           “Yes, for Amber’s sake. She has only done it a few times with the whole group.”

           I place my phone down next to my jacket and water bottle. “I was actually going to ask if we could do a few run throughs for myself.” I slowly stand up, giving a few quick stretches. “Okay, I am ready to do some dancing.”

           For the song ‘Fire’ I am placed in the middle so no one can spot me and cause a shit storm. When the boys walk through the middle at the end, I am able to reach out and high-five them. Though I would never do that in front of hundreds of ARMYs.

           “It’s so cool to have you here with us,” a girl next to me pats my shoulder. “A great dancer, dating Taehyung, and such a kind soul.”

           I giggle, “Thank you. I’m just doing the best I can.”

           “Some of us talk about inviting you to hang out, but know you are busy with so much. Probably school, and then being a girlfriend.”

           “Well, I have no school, so I don’t have to study. Being a girlfriend and taking care of two dogs takes a lot. I do have friends, and go out. I’m still kind of a kind.”

           “Well, next time we go out to lunch, we might invite you.”

           I give a small smile to the girl, “I’d like that. Can’t say I would go, but I would always give it thought. You guys are more than co-workers. You are a family, and I want to be a good member.”

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Hope you enjoyed reading! About 2/3′s of the way through now! :D

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[evellyynn7]

The Best Mistake

It was a cold, rainy day in the salvator boarding house as everyone stayed in their rooms or lounged in the common rooms. I was searching for evidence on the witches of new haven who apparently carry the stone that can make anyone go under their control with the help of a little enchanting spell. I found a couple books that were hidden deeply in the library, there was nobody there so it was nice to listen to the rain drops hit the glass window while I devoured each word. That’s when I suddenly felt a big presence come up from behind me and then a hand grab my shoulder. I jumped a little in surprise to the intensity that sprung me from my concentration. I turned around to see my boyfriend Ethan smiling down at me, he then planted a kiss on my forehead.

“Hey baby” I said after he took his lips off my forehead. “you kinda scared me I didn’t expect you to creep up from behind me.”

“Aww come on babe did I really startle you? Maybe its what your reading lemme see” Ethan snatched my book from the table and tried skimming it over but I was set on getting it back since it had important info that I didn’t want him to read otherwise he’d go full protective werewolf on me.

I stood up quickly to get my book back and I had to get on my toes to reach it from my tall boyfriend which he wasn’t making easy for me. “ Babe give it back that isn’t a book to mess with” I knew the pages held a big importance and lots of magic so if he were to tear a page it could lead to me loosing my trail on the stone. I felt a weight of relief fall on me when I had the book back in my hands. “Ethan that wasn’t funny”

“ Oh come on babe you gotta loosen up a bit… let me help you with that” he gave me a little grin as he brushed his hand against my soft skin and up my school skirt a little. “ Lets go back to my room so you can take a little break, how does that sound?”

“ Is that all you ever think about? I’m gonna go for a walk don’t wait up” This boy can really get on my nerves with his constantly horny desires. I needed some head space and a chance to find that stone so I decided to leave Ethan behind and ignore the few words he tried to get my attention with.

I went Inside my room to grab my rain clothes and an umbrella, I also made sure to have the books in a bag so they wouldn’t get wet I was all prepared for a little adventure. Before I got out of the door I heard someone calling my name, I turned around to see Dr. Saltzman come after me, it looked urgent so I waited up and heard him out.

“Oliva I need to have a word with you real quick its important.”

“Of course what’s the matter Dr. Saltzman?”

“Well I understand you have a pretty good reputation at this school with all your voluntary work and participation in school clubs and sports, not to mention your excellent performance in the classroom-“

“Sorry to cut you off Dr. Saltzman, I really appreciate the kind words but im kinda in a hurry, is there something you wanted me to do?”

“Right of course my apologies, I just had to ask a favor.. so since I believe you’ve adapted to this school well id like you to help out another student feel welcome and get situated here. He’ll be coming in later today so please meet me in the study at 6pm today. Thank you”

“Okay that’s fine doesn’t sound like such a daunting task, ill see you then bye”

After that long conversation I decided to head out in the rain, I noticed Penelope Cruz talking to some of the other witches. It looked important but I wouldn’t be caught dead trying to weasel my way in but then suddenly..

“Hey Olivia come over here we wanna tell you something” she gave me her signature look for when you know shes up to something but I decided to go anyways.

“What is it Penelope I have somewhere to be”

“Ooo I don’t think I like this little tone of yours olivia, I was gonna tell you something you might’ve wanted to hear but now I think ill keep it to myself.” This girl always had a little crush on me so it was fitting that she enjoyed teasing and testing me but I wasn’t having it.”

“Whatever don’t tell me then I got to go” I rolled my eyes to indicate she wasted my time but then she grabbed my wrist.

“Okay wait we just need to be alone first, follow me.” She lead me to a hidden part of the school that ive never been at before and I kinda liked it. “ I know what your looking for and I wanna help.

“Why would you wanna help me I don’t even need your help, and how do you know?”

“I have my connections, and I want to help so I can have a little weapon under my sleeve but if we work together im sure our power and brains can get that stone.”

“Trust me that’s a very unlikely situation so if you don’t mind id like to start looking without your help” I walked in the opposite direction as her and noticed I was getting a little lost. I started hearing some rumbles in the woods around me and I decided to get the books out to find an easier path to the stone. Just as I was reading I felt a looming presence around me so I looked up and before I knew it I was locking eyes with a complete mysteriously handsome stranger.

[iamdeadlocked]

When I arrived at Aunt May’s funeral it was a regular, normal arrangement.

Some people chatted quietly with one another, others sat quietly in the seats provided, and a few people went up to the body for one final goodbye.

Some people I recognized as her friends would come up to me and give me the usual spew about how sorry they were and how they were going to miss her, how they haven’t seen each other in X amount of years, how much he’s grown, how she’d be so proud of him, and other things that he didn’t want to hear at that moment.

I guess they all forgot about the falling out Aunt May and I had.

I didn’t.

Neither did she. It’s the reason why we haven’t spoken in almost a decade. It’s the reason she died alone.

It was nice gesture for them to invite me to the funeral and to try to include me in the conversations but I honestly just wanted to be left alone. I wanted to say good bye to the “dearly” departed and be on my way. I had a nice fast food made burger and fries sitting at home in my refrigerator calling my name.

I suppose I should feel some type of empathy and be a little bit upset that my aunt is no longer alive. We weren’t as close as we used to be mostly because of Uncle Ben’s death but I just can’t find it in me to feel more than a spoonful of bitter sadness. I suppose when the one person you thought you could trust and love tells you that “you are nothing to me and that a robbery gone wrong is your fault and that you should have been the one to die, not my Ben.” You lose all sorts of kinship and respect for them, who knew?

Anyway... everything was fine, the last of the guests arrived and the pastor begin a slideshow of Aunt May while retelling her life beginning to end. I settled in and got comfy because the bitch -oops! I shouldn’t speak ill of the dead- the lovely lady lived a good 79 years.

As her life unfolded on the screen and through the words, a few people would laugh here and there and and an occasional person would wipe away tears every few minutes. One person blew their nose loudly into a napkin causing me to wrinkle my nose in disgust.

About halfway through the pastor’s talk, he went quiet. I didn’t notice at first to caught up in daydreaming about the food at home.

When I noticed I looked around the room to see if anyone else had notice the weird behavior.

Apparently not seeing as they all were completely still much like the pastor.

It was like they all were frozen.

Everyone but me.

I looked around trying to see what the problem was but as far as I could tell nothing in the room was causing this strange occurrence. The video on the screen goes from Aunt Mays tenth birthday party to a black screen with a man in a red and black mask sitting in a spotlight right in front of a piano. His hands carcasses the keys as if they were his lover. He softly patted the lid of the piano as if it was his pet. Even stranger than that he leaned down and kissed the piano. When he sits back up he cracks his knuckles breaking the silence with the loud painful cracks startling me a bit. I look round the room and the people are still frozen. The only difference is their eyes are on the screen with the man in the mask.

The man rolls his shoulders first the left one, then the right.

Once,

Twice,

Three times.

He sets his fingers which I just noticed are covered with black gloves on the keys and begins to play.

I wish I could name the song but I’m not one for classical music. Even if I was something inside of me says that this man created this piece.

The song is beautiful.

It’s hauntingly beautiful.

I know this doesn’t make sense but I think this type of song is something you would hear only in your nightmares.

As of in a trance the people in the room all stand up simultaneously. That honestly would have been fine and I would have just accepted that everyone was a robot in this moment but there were at least three men and two ladies who were wheelchair bound that stood up and walked with the rest of them. I would call it a miracle but I’m pretty sure whatever is happening here is not a god given miracle.

The women work together to move the chairs out of the way while the men work to push the old, dull, hasn’t worked in thirty years piano to the center of the room in front of the screen.

Sweat began to form at the top of my forehead.

This is weird. I know this is weird. I should go but something keeps me rooted to my own seat in the corner.

After they finish getting everything situated the people pair up and begin to dance to the dramatic, powerful and eery melody. As they dance Pretty a strange fog started pouring in from the cracks of the windows and under the doors. It moved as if it had a mind of its own, swirling this way and that in attempts to cover the whole floor. Slowly it works it’s way to the middle of the room, covering the feet of the elders dancing around the piano.

The piano begins to play the same creepy music from the screen.

https://youtu.be/VagES3pxttQ

There was absolutely no one sitting on the bench, so once again that shouldn’t be possible but what do I know?

The smoke lifts up and over the seat of the piano bench and settles on top of it. A spotlight appears on the piano. (Funeral home doesn’t have a spot light but whatever.) The man from the screen slowly fades out as the fog takes shape of a man. His fingers gliding over the keys matching the same song as on the screen perfectly until the spotlight on the screen goes out and the video player shuts off. Now it’s just the man giving a live performance.

He sways with the music.

I finally find some sense and decide now would be a good time to just nope the fuck out of here and take the what the hell train to fuckthatville.

I slowly stand as to avoid any attention. I quietly and slowly make my way to the end of the aisle. I take care to look where I am going. I don’t want to be that person in the movies that trips and falls causing a loud disturbance and getting killed because of their stupidity.

The best thing I can hope for is that’s there’s nothing on the ground because this stupid fog is thick and covering everything up to my ankles.

As quiet as a mouse sneaking around a sleeping cat I tip toe my way to the end of the aisle.

Success!

I quietly walk to the back of the room praying to a god I don’t believe in that I make it to the door. I kept one on the mysterious figure and the dancing old people surrounded and the other eye on the fog. It was able to make a man appear out of thin air so I wasn’t above thinking it could make a man disappear as well. I walk backwards as I eye up the supernatural one man concert playing before me.

Not one person turned to look at me. No one even noticed I was the only one not in a trances. I guess I need to send a thank you note to Flash for helping me perfect my silent walk and being the perfect invisible man.

I only stop walking when I harshly bump into the door causing a soft thud to resonate loudly though the room.

The beautiful notes the man is hitting quickly goes sour as he slams his hands down onto the keys.

The air goes several degrees cooler causing a deep shiver to race through my body.

My blood freezes and my fear spikes.

My mind says to just quickly open the door and run. Bolt out of here and into the dying night. Everything will be fine if you run. You’ll be fine when you run.

My body will not listen to the sound advice of my brain. Instead it takes a step forward and away from the door.

I tried to fight what ever was controlling my body, since I need to blame something I blame the fog.

I fight with all my might pleading, begging, demanding and bribing my body to stop moving all in vain.

I take another step forward,

And another

And another

And another

And another.

I get closer and closer to a place I really would not like to be. Closer and closer to the man I don’t know. Closer and closer to the no longer dancing old folks.

My nose begins to bleed as I fight the otherworldly pull on my body. I bring my hand up wipe away the blood.... ain’t that a bitch. I have free lotion over my hands by not my legs. This definitely means the fog is controlling me. I should have played the floor is lava. That might have saved my life.

I lose the fight with my legs mostly because I’m not even strong physically let alone mentally.

I close my eyes as my body finally comes to a stop directly next to the piano man.

I hear shuffles as if people are moving to surround me. I hear a loud freak in the silent room as the masked man stands or at least I assume he stands. I refuse to let my curiosity get me killed.

I flinch hard to my left as I feel breathing into my right ear and a warm body standing directly behind me. A gentle hand steadies me by grabbing ahold of my hips.

The man whispers into my ear.

“Open your eyes little one.”

The voice sounded like sandpaper feels. Rough and dry as if the person hadn’t spoken in a very long time or as if they hadn’t had any water in months and their throat was dry. Yet somehow the voice sounded seductive and sweet. It was like he wanted to scare you but only a little. I don’t know how to explain it.

All I can say for sure was that it was a dark voice.

It was scary.

It was dangerous.

It was inhuman.

I didn’t hate it. Kind of want more of it.

Ignoring all red flags, flashing lights, and loud abort mission sounds my eyes open one at a time. Dirt the right one then the left.

My eyes opened and the first thing I saw was that I was in fact surrounded by my aunts friends.

The funeral guests all were standing in a half circle around me and the piano. Their eyes were black. I blinked a few times and wiped my eyes just to make sure I was actually seeing what I thought I was seeing.

I was.

There are were straight up black. I’ll admit I was extremely scared and damn near close to wetting myself from fear but nothing was worse than looking into the small crowd of wrinkled skin and liver spots to see her. By her I mean my aunt.

The same aunt who was and should be as dead as a door knob (that metaphor literally makes no sense... focus!) was standing there behind owner of the funeral home Mr. Stan Lee. She was standing and staring directly into my pure-ish soul.

How is she standing there? She’s been dead for two weeks. (No one knew she died in her home for a week and a half. How messed up is that...Peter focus!)

Was she alive again? I can’t see her chest moving but also no one else’s but mine is sooo is everyone dead like her?

Why do they all look so angry? Well I’d be angry to if my dancing music was shut off.

Despair and hopelessness take ahold of my body, pulsing through it with each beat of my heart.

I slowly decide to turn my head and look behind me at the man.

The first thing I notice is that his mask is gone. The second thing I noticed was that he wasn’t going to win any beauty contests... and omg this man is horrible to look at. I’ll be honest he’s lucky I was raised previously with live and had manners because otherwise the chances of me throwing up on this mans shirt and feet would have been a lot higher. Be that as it may I was so I swallow the bile in my throat and gulp.

Words couldn’t describe the horror of how horrific the man looked. He face was riddled with scars. The only places that didn’t have acres were completely missing. Chunks of flesh look rotted in some places, missing in others, and scarred on the rest. His eyes were pretty to look at and he smelled nice which sent me into a very conflicting state of fear and arousal.

His hands are still on my hips soothing me causing my fear to lesson just a bit. Maybe his wouldn’t be so bad? Perhaps I was just judging a book by its cover and this may not be as scary as it seems. He smiles at me as if he can hear my thoughts. It’s a gruesome and terrible sight but I find myself hesitantly smiling back. He brings up his hand, which is in the same terrible mangled mess as his face, from my hips to my face and strokes it with just a hint of pressure. It felt as if a feather was being running over my face. I place my hand on top of his and just feel his skin. Despite it being a horror fest it wasn’t that bad when you got used to it.

Suddenly he stops smiling and his eyes somewhat pretty eyes flash red. His grip on my jaw turns harsh and bruising. I can feel it begin to break as he allies more and more pressure. The hand on my hip pulls me hard into the front of his body and wraps around my mid section tightly as I begin to struggle. He pulls me tighter and tighter into him causing my bones to feel like they were point two seconds away from snapping as well.

His strength is out of this world although I already knew that. I look from him to the people in front of us. I plead with my eyes for help hoping that one of them comes to their senses and tries something.

I hear the demon laugh as if once again he can hear my thoughts... who knows maybe he does here them.

Everyone smiles at me. Ms. Al smiled so wide her dentures fell out.

The man leans down as he is quite literally breaking my bones and whispers into my ear,

”There’s a price to pay for breaking the sound of silence.”

Next thing I know my hip bones and my jaw are both shattered.

I scream the best I can with a broken jaw as the man releases me. My body drops to the ground like a broken doll. I see him place his mask back over his head and places his gloves back on his hands. He sits back down at the seat, hiding his upper body from my sight. I can see his feet and legs and I hear him begin his chilling song again.

The people around my broken body get closer and closer stooping down as the reach for my body.

I close my eyes as they draw nearer.

#spideypool #fanfiction #prompts #writing prompts #spiderman #deadpool

[low-budget-mulan]

Hi! How often do you run into psychiatric patients during work as an EMT? I'm doing psych right now and we had a 12 yo girl whose mom had her in porn at 6mo-9mo and I just want to scream at 1. these people who are pro-porn and 2. the mom is clearly mentally ill, but still what the effffff. So how do you deal with these patients?

I'm going to start this off by saying that those parents should be reported to CPS. That is absolutely disgusting and I would not let those monsters anywhere near a child. If you have not contacted the proper authorities yet then please do so now because their child (children?) Are being abused and absolutely nobody deserves that. Especially an innocent child. If you have actual evidence of the abuse and the evil things that the parent did then those kids should be taken away and locked up never to see the light of day again. Pieces of shit.

We run into psych patients on the regular. Whether it is a person who is having a psychotic episode, a person who is suicidal, a person who cant take care of him/herself, or a person who just has some sort of addiction where they are self medicating to forget about their problems (either drugs or alcohol. Sometimes both). It is all part of the job. Each patient is different. I've had psych patients who wanted complete silence. I've had psych patients threaten to harm/murder/rape me. Hell, just a couple days ago one tried to attack me in the back of the ambulance on the way to the hospital. I've had psych patients who just wanted someone to talk to. And I've had psych patients that I didnt even realize were potential psych patients until after the call was over. You have to be able to assess the situation and from there you can move forward in patient care. I'll give you a couple examples of times situations were handled well and times they were not and how I decided to act/treat my patient.

1.)

We had a 911 call for a behavioral overdose. Sheriffs were already on scene (good). We get there to find a high school aged girl. She was alert and oriented (AO). Her whole family was around plus the sheriffs, plus the fire engine, plus the fire medics, plus me and my partner. There were too many people. We are trying to talk to our patient and figure out the whole story but she isnt really talking. I turn to the fire medic (they technically are in charge of medical calls, so what they say goes even if it's wrong and stupid) and say let's get her loaded up and he agrees. We walk her to the gurney and load her into the ambulance. Typically we allow one family member/friend to ride along with a patient especially if the patient is a minor. Unless the patient is a psych patient. And heres why. Once the girl was in the back of the ambulance and away from the hoards of people she started answering our questions. She told us everything that happened leading up to this point and why she did it and how she was feeling. I gained her trust by talking to her and separating her from what was causing her anxiety and other feelings that werent good. During the transport I realized she just needed to be distracted. I was monitoring her closely with the medic and got all the medical information I needed. So we just talked about school and plans for college. We talked about her favorite tv shows and how I spelled my name wrong for 13 years. That's all she needed. But not everyone needs that. This is an example of a good call.

2.)

I will start this off by saying I can be sarcastic. Which is not always a good thing. Okay so. This was a transfer call for a man on a legal hold. We were taking him from an emergency room to an actual psych facility where the remainder of his hold would be carried out. This guy was extremely tall like over 6 feet and used to be in the military and still worked out a ton so he was pretty muscular. I just so happened to be driving this day. While my partner was getting his report I went to go get a set of vitals to make sure he was stable and nothing was wrong. Before I can even get them this dude is making all sorts of racist remarks and how he doesnt want to go to whatever psych hospital we are taking him to because "its associated with a certain kind of people if you know what I mean." Then goes on to say hes not going (which tbh if you're on a hold it doesnt matter if you want to go or not. You have to go until you are psychologically cleared). I explained that because he was on a hold he had to go and I wasnt the one who set up the transfer. I literally am just the driver and I go where my dispatch sends me. He then responds with "well what if I fight you" I realize I wasnt going to get my vitals and that this guy was going to be a problem. I walk over to my partner and tell him what's going on and that we need to use restraints (which I rarely use because who wants to be restrained?). At this point we now have sheriffs there to help us get the guy on our gurney and to protect us if this guy freaks out. We get him on our gurney and I put the restraints on. After putting on restraints you have to check for a pulse in the extremity and make sure they can still wiggle their fingers/toes. So I ask him to wiggle his fingers and he flips me off. Me being the sarcastic person I am and without thinking I responded with "oh thanks. I havent had that in a while. Could I get another?" The dude then threatens to rape me and becomes very agitated. I messed up. We de-escalated the situation thank goodness. But I could have handled that situation better. I knew he was already agitated and a dumb comment like that could have easily been the breaking point for him. Dont do something stupid like that.

3.)

We had a transfer for a woman who was on a hold. This was out of one of the worst hospitals I know. Literally the hospital that killed my grandpa. I already hated being there, but how the staff treats patients both medically and professionally (if you can even call it that) was absolute shit. I hated this hospital even before my grandpa was a patient there because of how incompetent and rude the staff was. Sorry I got distracted and ranted, but the backstory is relevant. I go to try and get a report from the nurse who knows absolutely nothing about this patient. Cant give me any history. Doesnt know what meds (if any) were even given. And gets annoyed when I ask for an actual report. Not just the "oh yes that lady is on a hold. She can talk but is being selectively mute. And you're taking her to this place. K bye." At this point I realize I'm going to get nothing from this 'nurse' and I just look through the packet. I go over to the patient who is just sitting there on the bed staring off into thin air. I realized that any loud noise or sudden movement scares her. So I slowly inch my way to her and introduce myself. I tell her I'm there to take her to a different hospital where the staff will be able to take care of her better and where she can get the help she needs. In that whole interaction I got her to say maybe a couple words. And they were basically what's going on. I realized the staff at this shit hospital did not tell her what was happening. Nobody told her she was being transferred. They literally just left her to sit in her own feces because they couldnt be bothered to do their job. Before I even touched her I told her everything that would happen. I walked her through the entire transfer process and let her know what was going on. Then once we were ready to actually start getting her onto our gurney before I made any movement I told her exactly what I was doing. She was completely fine with me. Once we get her to the psych place we finish up our transport and are about to leave she grabs my partners hand says "are they going to be nice and take care of me here?" My heart broke. I told her that yes she would be taken care of and that she wouldnt be ignored here as I know this hospital has great staff. She smiled and let us go.

By assessing the situations and the patients you are able to figure out how to handle your patient. Ive learned from my mistakes and I've learned from my coworkers who have been around longer than me. But always be cautious as a patients mood can change at any time. Even if you dont do anything to trigger it. A patient will go from happy and smiling to trying to punch you in the face. Know your surroundings. Be ready to react because things can change in an instant.

Addition: any sort of illegal activity I will report to the proper authorities. I have reported hospitals, families, and nursing home for neglect and other forms of abuse. If you are sure then ask someone who knows more. I usually ask the supervisor I trust or my coworker who's been doing this for 20 years.

#long post #ignore the errors #i just got off work and am typing this on my phone and my brains not working

[katoptrjs]

Why I’m a Slytherin

I do most things for my own benefit, and I’m not afraid to admit that.

I never admit my faults though: “lol wtf i didn’t do that?/&/)1”

I’m nice to e v e r y b o d y. I’ll only be rude if you insult me. No insults = great friendship!!

I’m honest with my friends when they need it, but also comforting when I can tell they’re hurting.

I’m strangely interested in the mentally ill/disturbed?? Apparently that’s a common trait for Slytherins

I work smart, not just hard

I’m self-centered but I won’t admit it lol

I plan bomb-ass surprise parties

I freak out when something doesn’t go my way, because I’ve worked so hard (most of the time)

I remember things about my friends. Small things.

I have many passions and ambitions, and overwhelm myself with plans for the future sometimes

I fight for the people I love, and let go of the toxic people in my life. Even if it takes a while

Random creative stories, life plans and bucketlists come up in my mind at, like, 3 am

I unintentionally flirt with others... or intentionally, because I’m strange like that

I have so many inside jokes with my friends

I have creative-ass insults

r e v e n g e

I’m a great leader, but I often feel like I have too much responsibility on my shoulders

I break the rules, but only the stupid-ass ones. With caution, too

“what the fuck even is sleep”

I tend to push the limits to see how much I can get away with

Some of my closest friends don’t even know the shit I’ve done

I glance at people who are crying, and then walk away usually

I sit down, and just decide to be in a bad mood

I insult people (anybody, doesn’t matter) unintentionally, or even intentionally, if I’m mad

I stand up for MYSELF.

I’m living on this Earth for me, me and only me. If me and my friend are both dying, you already know I’m picking myself to save and leaving my friend there lol bye (i’d regret it though)

I believe I’m not good enough, but don’t tell anyone

The last pizza slice/cookie is mine. MINE BITCH

I fear rejection a fuck ton. I often feel like I’m not good enough, or that somebody would pick another over me, just ‘because’

I usually do things because people say I can’t, or because I know I’ll excel at it

I have more house pride than I do pride for anything else

I will 100% be salty to anybody if I’m not in the mood— even my friends

I won’t forgive you until you dealt with same pain I did

Respect is earned, not given away

I’ll break all your bones if you fuck with me or my friends

I’ll be nice, but just get to know me and I’ll annoy you soon enough lmao

“fuck, i didn’t study, can i copy your test answers later?”

^^ or, “i studied, but i forgot everything???”

I SWEAR SO FUCKING MUCH AND EVERYONE HATES IT SHITSHITSHIT

I couldn’t give less of a cowshit about the people who dislike me; that’s their fault

^^ but at the same time, I’m scared of people rejecting me, especially if I’ve warmed up to them, or if they didn’t even give me a chance

I talk out loud to myself sometimes

I’m stubborn (or persistent, if you will), and I usually don’t care who I’m affecting to get what I want

I love writing and playing the piano

Music is fucking therapy bro

My friends’ happiness is mine, but their success is my jealousy

^^ but I can also be your biggest cheerleader when you’re pursuing your dream

I act underhandedly. teehee

Not only do I want to be on top, I want to prevent others from getting there, too

When someone asks me what I want to be when I grow up, my answer is the same as it was when I was 5

I hate when people say “you don’t understand” to me

Saying “fuck this” after not understanding something, but never crying over it

Having abusive parents, but dealing with it. Never crying.

Making friends with somebody because they seem “like me”

Laughing slightly at other people’s problems when they rant to me. Only when it’s honestly stupid, though

I shower at fucking 10pm!!

I roll my eyes more than I breathe

I fight hard in arguments, and even harder when I know I’m wrong. Yes, wrong.

I either work all night on something, or don’t start it at all

I stand up for my friends when someone is doing them wrong

I’m a good listener when it comes to people’s problems, not ideas

I only keep my own secrets

I share people’s secrets to know others’

I hear more peoples’ secrets without revealing any of mine

Being angry for 2037281 fucking years after not getting what I want

“Do you swear? Because I do. Are you comfortable with that?”

LYING M A S T E R.

I come up with excuses, not apologies

I’ll shoot excuses at you until you believe I’m not guilty (when I really am)

I’m genuinely proud of my accomplishments

I hate being alone. I hate it. So fucking much. I need my beautiful friends in my life.

Ignorant people annoy me. They ask a dumb question, when the answer is obvious.

I can forgive, but I don’t forget. Ever. Who’s to say somebody won’t do the same mistake again?

Being envied high-key makes me happy, shit

I put so much work and effort into something I know people will be reacting to, so I can earn their praise

I can tell if somebody is lying right away

I’m a slut for (envious) compliments, and will push myself to get them

I talk about my problems, and then stop halfway through, because I think the person who’s listening thinks I’m boring/annoying them

“it’s okay. i want to die. but i mean, it’s okay”

I insult people more than usual when they’re not doing things the way I want them to. It’s normally as a joke, but the insult’s pretty harsh

“no one gives a shit about school.”

Not clapping for people I’m jealous of after they share something, because I ‘don’t think they deserve it’

I WILL NEVER ADMIT TO JEALOUSY

I’m the mom friend. But, the mom that tells others your secrets. Or, the mom that watches you like a hawk to ensure that you’re okay

I have just as much confidence as a Gryffindor, but for confrontation, not stupid things

If I want things done the right way, they’ll be done my way

I often say “shut up” to people when I have a really good point to make

I take advantage of others sometimes. But I do it so well that they don’t even notice.

I only work with others when I know I can’t do it by myself

I do things to people just to see them cry or get upset if I’m mad at them

Being pitied lets me get what I want. That’s why I act upset often

“Are you okay?”

(Me) “I’m fine”

(Me) “But, this one bitch said—“

I’ll probably tell you if you’re boring me

I’m charming, ngl. Like, everybody that I’ve liked has fucking liked me back. Wow

I’m still a good friend. When I feel like I’m slipping away from my friends, I’ll hang around them more, and let my guard down

^^ I don’t do that to continue hearing their secrets or whatever, but because I genuinely love them

My alignment is ‘neutral evil’ yeet

Laughing at someone who falls or messes up with their words, because their reaction is funny

I think of comebacks before I fucking cream someone in a roast battle

My arguments usually end with me saying: “it doesn’t matter what you fucking think anyway, you know you’re wrong.” or just simply “sure. fuck you.”

Emotional friends? I usually roll my eyes when they walk up to me, tears streaming down their face. I make sure they don’t see my reaction, though

HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I’M MANIPULATIVE

I even ruin my fucking family’s day because I don’t get what I want from them

I want a tattoo. I will get a tattoo.

I gossip so goddamn much, but I cripple whenever I hear somebody talking about me badly

My first thought when someone upsets me is: “Kill them” lol bye

I don’t want power, I want the envy of others from having it.

I’m physical. Especially to the people I like

I’m a loyal friend, and often give my closest friends second chances. More than two, actually

I like coffee. Like

I have dark, straight hair

I’m so good at getting what I want, I even surprise myself

I do things to please others, because again, I fear rejection

I’m a different person when I’m alone— I can be more emotional

I’m more fun when I’m with others

I only cry when I have to

I turn everything into a competition; “she got applause? i’ll make sure that i get more.”

Green and silver aren’t my favourite colours, but I’m willing to say they are, because: house pride, baby

When manipulating people, if I ever feel bad, I’ll continue to manipulate them, because I’m too close to getting what I want to give up. << That makes me sound sociopathic, but if it’s a friend, I’ll most likely stop. Most likely

I tend to think of myself above others sometimes... oops

I let my guard down when I’m tired.

I’ve always feared being bullied, or being ‘not good enough’

Ya girl has fucking eye bags and pimples but doesn’t give a shit about them!!

^^ (yes I do)

I swear in front of friends who don’t like swearing, and then repeatedly say: “i didn’t say ‘fuck’, i said ‘frick’!” AND NOT NOTICING I JUST SWORE AGAIN LMFAO

I insulted these little kids hardcore once, just to earn laughs from my friends!/&2!:2 (they did it too, though)

“i don’t care if i’ve said it already, i’ll say it a-fucking-gain until you understand”

My parents are both Slytherins

I come up with a lot of ‘what if’ situations, and come up with the absolute worst thoughts

Scary movies are cool, but not when I’m alone

My dumbass lowkey laughs at scary shit sometimes

I TALK SO FAST BECAUSE I HAVE SO MUCH SHIT TO SAY

“welcome to my world, it’s called ‘i don’t give a fuck about you or your feelings’ ... ‘but if you’re my friend i’ll make sure you’re safe and happy bby’

I either comfort my friend when they’re sad to ensure that they’ll be okay after, or just leave them there to deal with it by themselves

I care about my friends feelings, and I want to make them (especially) laugh when they’re upset

Everything. I. Do. Is. For. My. Own. Benefit

I won’t admit that I like something because I don’t want to like something that a person I don’t like, likes (does that make sense?! who fucking cares lol)

I insult my friends more than others, because I think they can deal with it better

I make a good first impression, wanting to please people, because I fear rejection lolol

Water is a beautiful thing, and even though I can’t swim (lolol fuck) I love going to the beach and staying in the shallow end yeehaw

I overreact about something someone said/did because I’ve been wanting to snap at them all day

I’m chivalours, boi

“fucking hell, i dropped my fatass water bottle. shit.”

If someone drops something, I’ll stare at it until another person picks it up, instead of me picking it up

I’ll do nice things, because I’m not an *coughs* animal! I’m not all bad, yk

I’m popular. Are you jealous yet? LOL XD M8

When my friend tells me to do something, I’ll tell someone else to do it for me. Unless it’s something easy

I have second thoughts about being in Slytherin sometimes, and take the Pottermore quiz again, just to ensure myself

“lin, that’s unsafe”

“i know. that’s why i’m doing it”

I’m the most inappropriate, rude, dirty-minded, potty-mouthed of all my friends

I quote vines or people I love daily

Meeting my idols is huge for me, because I look up to them so fucking much

I don’t try out for certain teams because I know I’ll humiliate myself. I won’t say that’s the reason, though

I get ready for myself. I don’t care how shitty you think I look, because I think I look great, bitch

Doing something repeatedly after someone tells me I’m doing it wrong, or to stop doing it

“i can’t do it? watch me, asshole”

I’m always giving people attitude, sometimes unintentionally

I respect my teachers, because I don’t want to get in trouble. I just insult them quietly. Hardcore insults, though.

I fight for things I’m passionate about, and I’m not afraid to stand up for it even if I’m the only one supporting it

I won’t quit an argument until the other person admits that they’re wrong

I’m good at finding things (out)

I will purposely say: “they’re mad at me. but i don’t give a shit” to somebody, when my friend who’s mad at me is around

I do embarrassing things, and when I’m caught, I try not to show my embarrassment

I deal so well with pain, that you wouldn’t even know I was going through any if you looked at me

I don’t filter what I say. People don’t deserve the sugar-coated version of my insult

“i’m not rude, people are just too soft.”

Yes, I regret things. Yes, I apologize. Yes, I’m kind. But only to my friends, and anyone else whom I love with all of my heart

I guess you could say I pick my friends wisely

I struggle alone, hey hey hey!

I tell people the sugar-coated version of my problems, because I know if I told them the real version, they would call the police to take me to a new home or something

I know when to not do something, because I think about what would happen in the future

I know when to end a friendship, because it’s not benefiting me, mentally

I don’t feel bad when I’ve hurt people’s feelings when the insult really wasn’t that rude

I don’t really like learning, but I do when it’ll get me somewhere I want to be

#slytherinmemes #slytherin #slytherin things #slytherin traits #being a slytherin

[inyournightmares97]

My Youth (Chapter 6)

Broken and miserable, Park Jinyoung returns to his hometown to learn that no matter how hard he falls, there are still people who think he’s a hero.

Warnings: Mentions of suicide/depression, death, angst, slow build, maybe some language.(Please don’t ask when I’ll update. Wait until the series is finished to read if you’re impatient.)

Word Count: 5.7k+

(Can’t put links to the other parts here, please check my Masterlist/the reblog for the Prologue and Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5)

“-Mom, I’m busy,” Jinyoung muttered into the phone. He had been sitting in a crucial meeting with the Finance Director of GOT Tech and representatives of the Financial Regulatory Board. Receiving approval for his company to go public was one of the most critical and risky steps in Jinyoung’s career.

His mother, however, had been calling him constantly for the last twenty minutes.

Mrs. Park sounded upset. “I’m sorry, Jinyoung, dear. I just needed to reach you-”

“Mom, I’m in an extremely important meeting right now. Do you know how it looks when the Managing Director of GOT Group keeps getting calls from his mother during business meetings? What do you want from me?” Jinyoung demanded in a frustrated whisper, running his fingers through his hair. He tried not to let his agitation show on his face; the other high-profile attendees of the meeting could still see him through the glass wall of the conference room.

“Jinyoung, there’s been a terrible tragedy in town,” his mother began nervously. “I don’t… I don’t know how to tell you this, but i suppose there’s no easy way to talk about a death.  Remember I told you that I’ve been going to the hospital every day to meet-”

Jinyoung felt a burst of irritation. The clock was ticking. The Board members were waiting for him impatiently and he could see the disapproval on their faces. “Mom, did you call me to tell me that someone died?”

“Well… yes, but-”

“Mom, I have been preparing for this presentation for months. The future of my company depends on this meeting. This is absolutely the worst time you could have chosen to tell me something like this,” Jinyoung muttered through gritted teeth. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. “Please don’t mess up my focus right now. We can talk about this later. Do you need anything from me urgently?”

Mrs. Park hesitated. “You always seem to be busy these days. I just thought… if we could maybe help out with the funeral expenses or the hospital bills…”

Jinyoung closed his eyes. “Mom, you can just call my secretary for that. She’ll send you whatever amount you need. Send them flowers from me or something, okay? I have to go now.”

“Take care, Jinyoung, dear-”

“Bye, Mom.”

Jinyoung hung up and sighed, pressing his fingers to his temple. His personal secretary had followed him out of the room and was watching him nervously. He hadn’t even asked his mother who it was that had passed away. Was it somebody he knew? Maybe it was best that he didn’t think about it too much for now.

“Take my Mom’s call and ask her who died, send them money for the funeral and all those formalities,” Jinyoung told his secretary shortly. She nodded and made a note of it on her phone quickly while Jinyoung cleared his mind.

Focus. The presentation. The numbers.  

Jinyoung took a deep, calming breath and plastered a rehearsed smile on his face before he turned to enter the conference room once more.

“I’m so sorry to keep you gentlemen waiting,” Jinyoung greeted all the well-dressed men with a bright smile. “I hope you can forgive me. Mothers seem to have a knack for calling at the most inconvenient times, don’t they?”

The men chuckled politely. “That’s perfectly fine, Mr. Park.”

“May I begin the presentation?”

“Please, do.”

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Jinyoung believed that to achieve something great, you needed to make certain sacrifices.

He had always known that the path he was embarking upon was not an easy one. Establishing your own business meant that you didn't get off work at 5 pm sharp, you couldn’t spend your weekends at a countryside cabin or getting drinks with your friends. You needed to keep working until things got done. You needed to compete in the market. You needed to be strong enough to pick up after your losses and clever enough to make friends in the right places. People were depending on you.

Jinyoung hadn’t merely chosen a career, he had chosen a life.

A very lonely life.

Whenever his mother would call him and try to have a casual chat, Jinyoung would find himself irritated. Who cared whether Mrs. Lee from the grocery store was giving a discount on strawberry bread? What did it matter if Mr. Cha had been trying to sell his little farmland? There was important work to be done. Jinyoung needed to talk to the advertising agents to make sure his products were being launched properly, he needed to negotiate discounts with suppliers to ensure he could meet the planned pricing goals. There were employees relying on him. There were investors who had trusted him with their money. There were quarterly goals that had to be met.

Every second of Jinyoung’s time was precious. Why couldn’t everyone understand that? Why couldn’t his mother stop thinking that her tiny little world in this tiny little town was everything, and understand the importance of what her son was doing?

There are a limited number of hours every man has at his disposal. We each make a conscious choice regarding how to spend each one.

It was only now, standing in front of your mother’s grave, that Jinyoung came a terrifying realization.

He had made the wrong choices.

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“It was heart failure,” Mrs. Park whispered.

Jinyoung’s hands clutched the cup of tea firmly. It was hot and uncomfortable, but not more than the sick feeling in his stomach. Every word his mother spoke made him feel more pathetic.

What had he been doing all those months while your mother was in hospital and when she’d died? Preparing for his company to go public? Sitting in meetings and sucking up to corporate officials? Only to be fired and thrown out of the company. Only to have missed the death of somebody who had trusted him and cared for him.

“But she couldn’t have been that old…” Jinyoung muttered.

Mrs. Park shook her head softly. “She’d always had a weak heart, Jinyoung. Her health was fragile and after her husband passed away she had no choice but to work to support her daughter. All those long hours and late nights for years… they took their toll in the end. She had her first stroke three years ago. She was in hospital for a few weeks and then she had the second one; the one that took her life.”

Jinyoung closed his eyes, remembering your mother in his mind’s eye.

“She always looked tired. And worried.”

“She was.” Mrs. Park reached out and placed a hand over her son’s nervously. “I’m sorry, Jinyoung. I should have told you about it sooner. But you were always so busy in Seoul, always doing important things. It never seemed like the right time to tell you about something so devastating. It’s my fault.”

Jinyoung let out a small scoff. “Don’t take the blame on yourself. That doesn’t help me.”

Mrs. Park looked upset. “Jinyoung-”

She was interrupted by a loud knocking at the front door. Jinyoung closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his temple while he listened to his father go to the door and yell at the person on the other side. The reporters had already found his home address. They had started arriving one-by-one since this morning. Each of them desperately wanted an interview with Park Jinyoung, the man who had lost his empire overnight. They wanted to know what he had to say about his dismissal from his own company.

Mr. Park re-entered the living room and sighed. “They’re getting more persistent. I think I should call the local police before they start trying to shove their way into our house.”

Jinyoung nodded and stood up. “I’ll go down to the police station myself and ask them to send someone to deal with this harrassment. Mom, you’ve told everyone we know to deny any reporters who request them for an interview, right?”

“Yes, but is it really a good idea for you to be going outside now-”

“I think I’ll lose my mind if I stay indoors,” Jinyoung muttered. He grabbed the black hoodie that was slung over the back of the sofa and glanced at his parents. They were both looking at him with wide, worried eyes.

Jinyoung felt a sudden wave of guilt wash over him; why should they have to deal with so much because of his mistakes? Why was he always the one taking and yet never giving?

“I’m sorry,” he apologized softly. “I’ll try and be back for dinner.”

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Jinyoung’s legs carried him naturally towards the elementary school.

Perhaps it was a subconscious urge to see you, even though he had no idea what he would say if you really appeared before him. Anything Jinyoung could have said to help should have been said three years ago. Words like I’m sorry seemed like an insensitive joke at this point; too little and far too late.

Jinyoung sat silently on the bench by the schoolyard with his face covered by his dark hoodie, and wondered how his life had brought him to this point.

Left with nothing with shame.

“Ahjussi!”

By the time Jinyoung looked up, there was already a tiny figure running straight towards him at full speed. He flinched and braced himself for the impact; only to have the small boy stop centimetres away from him and throw his arms around him happily. Jinyoung stiffened.

“What-”

“Ahjussi, you are Park Jinyoung!” Ki-woo cried delightedly. The boy was beaming. Jinyoung noticed for the first time that one of his front teeth was missing, but it was still one of the brightest smiles he had ever seen. “Miss told me yesterday! Why did you lie and say you weren't? I can’t believe the King of the Playground walked me home after school and I didn’t even know!”

Jinyoung couldn’t resist a small smile. The sight of the little boy bouncing on his feet warmed him for a moment and he patted Ki-woo on the head. “If somebody asked Clark Kent if he was Superman, he wouldn’t say yes, now would he?”

Ki-woo’s eyes widened in understanding. “Wow. That’s so true! You’re so cool!”

“You’ll have to keep my secret.”

“Of course I will! Ahjussi, can you tell me how you did it? How did you manage to climb the oak tree?” Ki-woo demanded, grabbing Jinyoung’s arm and tugging on it eagerly. “You have to tell me, you just have to! Were you really tall?”

Jinyoung blinked. “Tall? Not particularly…”

“Then how? How did you do it?”

Jinyoung opened his mouth to respond but he was cut off by a loud yell. He had been so preoccupied with Ki-woo that he hadn’t noticed the much larger man that was making his way across the school yard. Jackson Wang had a huge smile on his face and without greeting, he threw his arms around Jinyoung in a fierce hug.

“Park Jinyoung! Look who finally decided to grace us with his presence!” Jackson cried happily. He pulled back and noticed the blank look on Jinyoung’s face. With a frown, he pointed to himself eagerly. “Remember me? Jackson! Jackson Wang! You used to pass me all the answers in History class!”

Jinyoung swallowed. “Uh…”

“Mr. Wang, you’re friends with Park Jinyoung?” Ki-woo asked, his mouth gaping open.

Jackson blinked and looked down at the boy sheepishly. “Ah, Ki-woo. I didn’t see you down there. Didn’t your teacher tell you to wait inside until someone came to pick you up? Go back indoors now.”

Ki-woo pouted. “But-”

“Nope. Back inside. Now.”

Jackson waited until Ki-woo began to slouch back towards the school building and then turned back to Jinyoung. “Man, you’re pretty much the celebrity around these parts now, eh? We had a couple of reporters come by the school this morning, asking for anyone who used to know you. You have nothing to worry about! I scared them off. These babies aren’t here for nothing,” Jackson beamed and flexed his bare bicep.

Jinyoung didn’t really know how to respond. “Nice.”

Jackson narrowed his eyes. “You do remember me, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course-”

“We should get drinks sometime and catch up now that you’re back in town! Man, I really owe you. You did me a solid one that Christmas before you left, remember? I’ll buy you a couple of beers at the pub. What’s your phone number?” Jackson demanded.

“I don’t really have a phone right now…”

“Don’t have a phone?” Jackson looked confused. “Weird but okay. I guess I can always ask Miss First Grade to get in touch with you. I can’t believe she didn’t tell me you were back in town!” he cried, slapping Jinyoung’s arm playfully. “Hold on… you’re here to see her, aren’t you?”

Jinyoung cleared his throat. “Not exactly…”

Jackson chuckled knowingly. “No worries, man. I’ve got your back. I need to go inside and take care of the kids now, so I’ll tell her to come out and meet you here, yeah? Let me know if any more of those reporters come around. I’ll take handle them for you!”

Jinyoung forced a smile. “Thanks-”

“No problem, man. It’s what friends are for. We’ll catch up soon!”

“Sure.”

Jinyoung watched Jackson half-run back to the school building, letting out a sigh of relief. Each person he came across in this town seemed to remember something about him and the one who possessed the most dangerous knowledge was Jackson Wang. In addition to having been the resident supplier of inappropriate magazines and the one who’d convinced Jinyoung to try his first cigarette behind the park back in high school, Jackson simply knew a little too much about everybody.

Jinyoung sat down on the bench and took a deep breath. He just realized that Jackson had said he would send you out to meet him. Why hadn’t he told him not to? He wasn’t prepared to face you. Idiot.

It was a few minutes before you emerged from the school building and walked towards Jinyoung. There was a pleasant smile on your face as you approached, and it made Jinyoung’s stomach turn. How could you smile at him like that? How could you be so calm about everything?

“Jinyoung,” you greeted him, confused. “Should you be roaming around out here? There are reporters buzzing all around town.”

Jinyoung cleared his throat. “Uh. Yeah, I know. Jackson said he drove them away...”

You rolled your eyes. “That idiot Jackson Wang? He was fully prepared to seize his five minutes of fame by telling them how you used to help him cheat in History class. I had to step in and force him to deny the request for an interview,” you muttered. Jinyoung’s eyes widened and you gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I sent a message to the principal of the middle school and the high school. Nobody’s going to give any interviews about you.”

Jinyoung felt small.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

“Did they find your house?”

“Yeah. They’ve been knocking the door all day. It’s really starting to bother Mom and Dad.”

Your expression was sympathetic. “Should I call the police?”

“Don’t worry. I was going to go down to the station myself and ask them to send someone to get rid of the reporters,” Jinyoung reassured you. He felt his heartbeat thump wildly as he looked at your gently smiling face. Should he say it? Should he talk about the elephant in the room? Even though he hadn’t prepared what to say?

“About… about last night…”

You blinked. “Yeah?”

He sighed. “About your mother. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I know that’s no excuse, but I should have been there and-”

You cut him off with a forced smile. “Jinyoung. It’s okay. It’s not like you could have done anything for her even if you were here, you’re not a doctor. Everyone did the best they could.”

Jinyoung swallowed. “I might not have been able to help her. But… I should have been there for you.”

The smile dropped from your face. What could you say? Jinyoung’s eyes were filled with shame but it wasn’t the right time for him to be offering condolences. That time had long passed.

But you still remembered his words from last night as he’d hugged you. I don’t feel as alone when I’m here. Jinyoung had been through so much. How could you say anything to such a broken man except for it’s okay? How could you offer him anything but comfort when he had nobody but you?

How could you not be the bigger person when he was suffering?

“It’s fine, Jinyoung,” you promised him softly. “You don’t need to worry about it.”

“How can I not-”

“Seriously. Please. It’s in the past and nobody was to blame. It happened around the time your company was going public, so I can only imagine how chaotic your life and work must have been back then. I don’t resent you.”

Jinyoung looked up at you in disbelief. “How can you not?”

“I just… don’t. It’s fine.”

“Do you really mean that? Do you really mean that?” he demanded.

“I do,” you insisted firmly. You glanced at your watch and sighed. “Wow, it’s getting late. We have a PTA fundraiser at school tonight so I need to start setting up. Oh! Did you bring my bicycle by any chance?” you asked him hopefully.

Jinyoung shook his head. “Uh, no. The reporters were in front of my house so I slipped out through the back…”

“Can you drop it by the school later? I’m going to staying back pretty late because I have to wrap up after the event is over. It might even take till midnight and the buses stop running at 9 so I need a way to get home. It’s not too much trouble, is it?”

“No, that’s fine. I’ll drop it off here later.”

You gave him a small smile as you turned to go back indoors. “Bye, Jinyoung.”

“Bye.”

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The PTA fundraiser left you drained of energy.

You would much rather have dealt with a hundred kids at once than with a handful of parents. At least kids could be made to see reason, they could be convinced with a little bit of logic (however flawed). Adults, on the other hand, believed that they knew best and that things had to be done exactly the way they wanted. Adults were unreasonable. Adults liked to throw around their authority.

You had never wanted to get into bed so badly.

You stayed back late to clean up after the fundraiser was over. It wasn’t required of you, but it was something that you somehow ended up volunteering to do. All the other teachers had families to go home to and kids to take care of. You only had an empty apartment.

Asking them to stay back instead of you felt selfish.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and trudged out into the parking lot to see that the bicycle racks were empty. Shit. Had Jinyoung forgotten to leave the bicycle behind for you? Where was he?

You pulled out your cell phone and then sighed. Damn Park Jinyoung. He didn’t even have a stupid phone. It was far past the time that Mr. and Mrs. Park would have gone to bed and you didn't want to wake them by calling them. But your apartment was too far to walk and you would have to pass by the pub; you had no interest in meeting the town’s drunkards alone in those narrow alleys  at midnight.

You sighed and dialled another number.

“Jackson, hey. I’m so sorry, I know you just left a little while ago, but…”

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It was 1am when you heard a loud banging on your front door.

You had just finished taking a shower and were getting ready to slip into bed when the noise began. Your heartbeat racing, you grabbed hold of a kitchen knife quickly and then slowly approached your door.

“Who’s there?” you yelled out, voice shaking.

The voice that replied was muffled. “Jinyoung!”

Jinyoung? At this time of night?

You opened the door carefully. The first thing that hit you was the awful smell; Jinyoung stank of sweat and cheap beer. His eyes were red and his face flushed as he looked at you almost wildly.

“Are you okay?” he demanded, grabbing your shoulders to look at you properly. His hands were trembling and he seemed unaware of how loud his voice was. “Are you all right? I was looking for you everywhere!”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Wow, you’re drunk.”

Jinyoung’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry- I’m so, so, sorry-”

“How about you come inside before you bring my neighbours running over with all of your noise?” you snapped. You had little patience for drunks, and knowing that Jinyoung had been out getting drunk instead of returning your bicycle did not please you. “Where have you been?”

Jinyoung stared at you helplessly, his arms waving around as he spoke. “I-I was just going to get one drink, I swear. But it led to another and I totally forgot about your bike and I was so scared that you might have walked home because I know that path passes by the pub and it’s not safe-”

“Relax,” you told Jinyoung as you guided him gently towards your couch. “I didn't walk. I called Jackson, he drove me home.”

“Jackson? Wang? Why? Are you guys close?” he asked, plopping down heavily on the couch.

You shrugged. “He’s a good friend.”

Jinyoung paused for a moment and then hung his head quietly.

“We used to be good friends.”

You looked down at Jinyoung properly. He was a wreck. His dark hair was a tangled mess and the light blue dress shirt he was wearing was wrinkled with a beer stain on it. There were even large sweat stains under his arms; he’d probably cycled all the way here in a panic.

And he’s one of the Most Eligible Bachelors under 40. If only the magazine had seen him like this.

“We’re still friends,” you told him lightly. “Although it wouldn’t do any harm to return my bicycle when I ask for it. Do you want a glass of water?”

Jinyoung blinked at you dazedly. “Do you have beer?”

“Absolutely not. Haven’t you had enough?”

His lower lip pouted slightly as he stared down at the floor. “I’ve been drinking all evening but I haven’t reached the point where I feel good or forget about my problems yet. In fact, I keep thinking about them even more. How about a cigarette?”

“You will not smoke in my house,” you told him with a firm glare.

To your surprise, Jinyoung suddenly smiled. It was only a gentle curve of his lips but you spotted it and frowned at him with your arms folded across your chest. “Are you feeling proud of yourself right now? Do you think your behaviour is something to laugh about?” you demanded.

Jinyoung looked up at you softly. “No.”

“Then why are you-”

“Because this is the first time you’ve given me that look since I came back,” Jinyoung admitted quietly. His voice trembled. “This is the first time you got angry at me. You don’t seem to get angry at me anymore.”

You didn’t understand. “Why would you want me to be angry at you-”

“Because you have to be angry with someone before you can forgive them. You have to first admit that they hurt you or that they did something wrong, and only then can you begin to repair your relationship,” Jinyoung whispered. He looked up at you and you could see the tears brimming in his eyes. “So tell me honestly. Have you forgiven me already?”

You swallowed. “I was never mad at you to begin with-”

“You’re lying.”

You clenched your fists as your heartbeat thudded. “I’m not lying. You’re drunk. You should drink some water and you can sleep on the couch-”

Jinyoung looked up at you, his eyes bloodshot yet surprisingly clear. “You are lying. Either you’re lying or you’re not the same girl I remember.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because the girl I knew wouldn’t have pretended to forgive a friend to spare his feelings. She would have grabbed me by the shirt, looked me in the eye, and said Park Jinyoung, you’re an absolute bastard for leaving me here when I was having a hard time. She wouldn’t have spared my feelings. She would have expected me to be there for her because that’s what friends do. They count on each other.”

You closed your eyes. How had Jinyoung seen right through you? Even after 10 years, how could he see through you like you were made of glass?

“I’m not angry,” you tried to tell him slowly, even though you weren’t sure who you were convincing anymore. “Because I never expected you to be there. You were busy and I had no expectations-”

Jinyoung scoffed. “You’re lying again.”

“I’m not-”

“You are. Friendship is when you help someone, because you trust that they would do the same for you. What you’re doing for me isn’t friendship. You don’t trust me anymore. If you have no expectations from me, then that’s charity!” Jinyoung spat out. Tears were brimming in his eyes and his voice was choked. “Is that what I am to you? Charity?”

You clenched your fists and let out a small, humourless laugh. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this.”

“What?”

“Where the fuck do you get off accusing me of treating you like charity? After what you did?” you snapped.

Jinyoung stared at you blankly. “Tell me.”

Your throat closed up. You didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t want to drag yourself back to what had been the lowest point of your life, especially not in front of Jinyoung. You didn’t know who he was to you anymore. How could you open up to him?

“I can’t,” you muttered. “I don’t want to talk about it, Jinyoung.”

“Please,” Jinyoung whispered. “Please. At least tell me I was a terrible friend for not being there. Tell me I was a terrible friend for not even knowing about your mother.”

You took a deep breath and sat down, your knees feeling weak. You had never imagined that you would have to sit next to Jinyoung and say these words to him while he was drunk. Yet, as his dark eyes pierced into yours, he looked more sober than ever.

“It was my fault she died,” you whispered, shakily. “I know how hard my Mom worked to raise me. I know how much she struggled after my Dad passed away. The doctor told me her heart attack was probably caused by stress- years of it. She was growing old but she’d never even gone for a health check-up because we couldn’t afford it.”

Jinyoung stared at you silently.

“I needed someone to say this to back then,” you admitted quietly. “I needed someone who would listen to me and who wouldn’t try to convince me that it wasn’t my fault or that I didn't do anything wrong. That’s what everyone kept doing. They kept trying to comfort me but I just wanted someone who would listen. I wanted you,” you mumbled.

Jinyoung only nodded. His hands reached out to take both of yours. He grasped them tightly.

“I knew you were busy, but I always had this hope that maybe you would come to the funeral,” you whispered. “I thought… surely, whatever I did to make you cut me off, it wasn’t so bad that you wouldn't even turn up to my mother’s funeral. But the truth was that I couldn’t grieve properly because the hospital was hounding me about the bills, I…”

You took a deep breath. You hated thinking about those moments. You had felt so helpless and alone, backed into a corner. “I don’t think it even sank in that my mother was dead until a few days later,” you mumbled. “ I spent the first day wondering how the hell I was going to pay the hospital bills instead of thinking about her. Your mother tried comforting me, she told me it would all be fine and that she would call you for help.”

Jinyoung closed his eyes; tears were clinging to his eyelashes.

“She did,” he mumbled.

You felt the walls around you come crashing down as you looked at the broken man in front of you. You remembered how badly you’d wanted to see him then, how much you’d craved his comfort. You remembered how furious you had been when you realized that Jinyoung had abandoned you.

“I thought you would call,” you mumbled. “I didn’t want to disturb you but at the same time I trusted that you wouldn’t leave me alone at a time like that.”

Jinyoung’s voice was soft. “I’m sorry.”

“It would have been better if you hadn't done anything at all,” you mumbled. “Maybe then I could have forgotten about it in the mess that I was going through. But you didn’t. I got a call from your secretary the night before the funeral.”

Jinyoung lowered his head. His hands were trembling even as they held yours and you could hear his soft sniffle. “Shit,” he muttered, his voice thick with tears. “Shit, I can’t believe-”

“I thought you’d finally called. But it wasn’t you. I had to hear some strange woman tell me over the phone that Park Jinyoung is sorry he can’t make it to the funeral but he sends his condolences,” you choked out. You smiled humorlessly. “As if I was some distance acquaintance you barely knew. You sent me your condolences through your secretary.”

“I didn’t- I didn’t know it was you…”

“And then she told me that if I would just email her a copy of the hospital and funeral bills then all the expenses would be taken care of,” you mumbled. “She said that she could send me as much as I needed, no limit. I was so embarrassed. I wanted-I wanted to tell her that you could go fuck yourself and that I didn’t want your condolences and your money. I wanted to refuse so badly, but…”

You hung your head in shame. “But I couldn’t,” you whispered. “I couldn’t say that to her because it was true. I had no other way of paying those bills. So I sent her the details and I let you pay for them. Whether you know it or not, you paid for all my mother’s hospital bills and funeral while I sat here and wondered how I had become such a worthless daughter.”

Jinyoung’s hands clasped yours so tightly that it hurt. His shoulders were shaking and you could see the sobs racking his chest. “I didn’t mean to-” he sobbed. Jinyoung’s tears landed on your clasped hands. “I didn’t mean to, I swear…”

You slowly removed your hands from his. “I have the accounts,” you muttered. “I’ve been saving up to pay you back. It might take me a few more years but-”

Jinyoung flinched. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s not open to discussion, Jinyoung.”

“Don’t say you’ll pay me back, please-”

“I will pay you back,” you said firmly. You took a deep breath. “You know why? Because I might be able to forgive you for not being there when I needed you. But I will never, never forget how cheap I felt the moment I ended that phone call. So don’t talk to me about charity; I know how it feels to be on the other end of it.”

Jinyoung closed his eyes. He felt light-headed and blank as he thought about everything you’d said. No wonder you didn’t consider him a friend. No wonder you couldn't bring yourself to be honest with him. No wonder there was something fake and forced about your every smile.

Jinyoung hadn’t just messed up.

He had destroyed something precious to him without even realizing it.

“It’s late,” you mumbled after a brief silence. “You should go to sleep. Here, just; make yourself comfortable on the couch and I’ll get you a blanket and some pillows.”

Jinyoung swallowed. “I-I can’t…”

“You’re not going anywhere at this time of night while you’re drunk,” you told him. You pushed him lightly so that he leaned back against the sofa. “Stay put. I’ll be back. I think we’ve talked enough for tonight.”

“Can you just promise me one thing?” Jinyoung asked quietly.

“What’s that?”

“Even if you don’t consider me your friend anymore, even if you’re just being nice to me because you’re that kind of a caring person… don’t give up on me completely.” Jinyoung looked up at you desperately. “Please. Tell me that I can fix things. Tell me I haven’t broken our friendship and my life beyond repair.”

You looked down at him. Lying on your couch in his crumpled dress shirt and the beer stains, Jinyoung looked pathetic. Perhaps it was because you’d finally let out all the resentment you’d been bottling up for so long. Perhaps it was because, looking into Jinyoung’s eyes now, you could see that he did care. But you suddenly didn’t feel so hollow anymore.

You didn’t feel so lonely in your pain.

“Everything can be fixed, Jinyoung,” you told him softly.

“Even us?” he mumbled.

You nodded. “Even us.”

“Even me?”

“Especially you.”

Jinyoung slowly closed his eyes and you went into the other room to get him a spare pillow and a blanket. He let you place the pillow under his head and snuggled into the soft blanket. You turned to switch off the light when you heard him mumble.

“You know something?”

“What, Jinyoung?”

“I thought that the most unbearable thing about being fired from the company was all the effort I’d put into it. I thought I couldn’t bear it because I’d done so much for it for the years,” he said slowly.

You blinked at his curled up figure under the blanket.

“But it’s not?” you asked.

Jinyoung shook his head. “It’s not how much I’ve done for the company that I can’t bear. It’s how much I sacrificed for it.”

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[hystericalrogertaylor]

Reconnecting (Chapter Ten)

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor X Reader

Word count: 1890

Summary: (Y/n) and Roger have been friends since the cradle. When they’re suddenly pulled apart and reconnected years later, they both can tell that the relationship has evolved. They lead very different lifestyles now. Can they continue what they had, or go for something more, with this gap between them?

Warnings: Vomiting (?), drugs, drug OD 

A/N: This chapter seems really short for some reason? I don’t know, whatever. Enjoy! 

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Roger had driven you home, speeding in an effort to beat James there. You hurried in, but not before thanking Roger for the night, even though it had been cut short. You lay down on the couch and threw a blanket over yourself, pretending to be asleep.

James stumbled through the door half an hour later. He ran into the wall five times before entering the living room, indicating to you that he was even more drunk than usual, and you were desperately hoping he hadn’t driven home. He walked over to you, hovering over you for several minutes, saying nothing. You didn’t dare move or open your eyes; you didn’t want to talk to him about seeing him at the club. After a while, he poked your cheek several times, trying to wake you up. When that didn’t work, he stumbled into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.

You took a deep breath, throwing the blanket off your body and dashing into the kitchen. Your anxiety was eating you alive, and you vomited into the sink. You turned on the faucet, washing everything down the drain while you wiped your face off with a paper towel. A few tears slipped down your cheeks, but you tried your hardest to stay silent. You didn’t want James to know you were awake.

You went back to the couch, wrapping yourself up in the blanket like it was a cocoon. It almost felt like a hug, and there was one man you were wishing was there with you to actually hug you instead.

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“Roger, you’re smothering (Y/n), please come play the drums,” Brian stood off to the side, tapping his foot.

Roger had been taking care of you at the studio all morning. You had thrown up several times during the night, indicating that you weren’t only anxious, but likely also sick. Roger brought you water and a blanket, making sure you were comfortable on the couch. He felt bad that he’d brought you out and then you’d gotten sick; the least he could do was take care of you while you were both at work.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, just give me a minute.” You’d called him earlier that morning, telling him about your probable illness, which prompted him to bring a mercury thermometer to the studio. He placed it in your mouth for the third time that day, waiting for the red line to move to a number. “Thirty-eight point five. Hey, it’s a little lower than it was a while ago.”

You coughed. “Good.” You patted him on the arm. “Go record, I’m fine.”

Roger gave you a sad smile, kissing you on the forehead before heading into the recording room. He sat at the drums, twirling his drumsticks, which you were finally able to admit to yourself, was really hot. “Let’s go!” he called out, playing a random beat as way of warming up.

The day seemed to drag on, but you continued to get better as it progressed. You only felt nauseous once and were able to eat a little bit of lunch. The boys tried to be quieter while you took a short nap and were still able to accomplish most of the goals for the day.

As it became time to leave, Roger wrapped an arm around your waist, walking you to your car.

“Rog, I appreciate it, but I have a fever, I’m not on fall risk at a hospital,” you said jokingly.

“I know,” he said, smirking before kissing your temple. “And wow, yeah, you do still have a fever, I can feel it.”

You laughed. “You’re being extra brave after just one kiss. I am still technically dating James.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but I don’t think he’s dating you.”

You shook your head. “Yeah...probably not.”

Roger opened the door to your car for you, letting you step in. You looked back up at him, smiling. “Thanks for taking care of me,” you said, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. “I really appreciate it.”

He nodded, grinning back at you. “Any time.” He stepped back, closing your car door before heading over to his car.

You drove home slowly, partially because you were nauseous again and partially because, as always, you dreaded dealing with your boyfriend.

You walked in the door and immediately ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. You brushed your teeth and washed your face before heading back out into the living room. James was gone again.

You lay down on the couch again, trying to fall asleep when the phone rang. You let out a long, loud groan of annoyance before standing up and picking up the receiver. “Hello?”

“(Y/n), darling! It’s Freddie.”

“I knew that after you said ‘darling’, but continue.”

Freddie let out a hearty laugh. “Well, I didn’t get a chance to talk to you before you left, but I was wondering if you’d want to go shopping with me and Roger!”

“Shopping? Where?” you asked, leaning against a wall.

“Oh, I don’t know! Roger and I like clothes, probably some crazy clothing shop.”

You giggled. “Freddie, I’d love to, but I just threw up again.”

“Oh, darling, I’m sorry.” Freddie sighed. “How about...today’s Tuesday, let’s go Friday. That gives you time to recover.”

“I’d love to, Fred,” you said, smiling.

“Splendid! See you tomorrow!” Freddie hung up before you could say your goodbyes.

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Friday finally came, and you were feeling much better. Maybe it was the prospect of doing something fun outside of work, maybe it was the fact that you’d be hanging out with Roger (mostly) alone again. But you were excited for recording to end for the day.

Freddie managed to dismiss everyone early specifically for his plans, and Roger drove the three of you to this expensive clothing store half an hour away from the studio. Freddie, being the amazing friend he was, had offered to pay for everything. But, after looking at one price tag, you’d decided to not buy anything.

“Darling, look at this!” You turned around to see Freddie with a faux fur shawl draped on his shoulders. “Doesn’t this look fabulous?”

You giggled. “Yes, Fred, you look great.”

“I could wear this during a concert! Excuse me, do you have this in more colors?” Freddie walked away, chasing after a store employee.

You laughed, pretending to finger through and consider some lacy shirts next to you. Roger was a few racks down, looking at some button-up shirts. You kept looking up at him, admiring him from afar. What you didn’t know was that when you looked away, he looked over at you, enjoying the view.

Freddie came back several minutes later, various shawls and other exuberant shirts draped over his arms. “(Y/n)! You must try this on!” He managed to slip a skimpy shirt off of his pile and into your hands. It had spaghetti straps and cut off around where your mid-stomach would be. It looked more like a bralette than a shirt.

“Fred, I don’t think it’s me. Besides, James would never let me wear th--”

“Blah blah blah. He can’t dictate your clothing choices, he’s not you.” He nudged you toward the changing rooms with his elbow. “Besides,” he whispered, “Roger would think it’s sexy.”

“Watch it, Mercury.” You gave him the hairy eyeball before disappearing into a changing room.

You slipped your sweater off and put on the tank top-like shirt. It was a bright pink color and considerably tight. You rolled your eyes, pushing back the curtain to show Freddie. “Fred, I look ridicu--”

Instead of finding Freddie, you were met with the sight of Roger standing there, waiting for a changing room to open up. His eyes went wide when he saw what you were wearing.

“S-see?” you asked, trying to keep your composure. “Don’t I look stupid?”

Roger slowly shook his head, not breaking eye contact with you.

“Can you talk?” you asked.

“Uhhhh...yeah,” he said. “Yeah, um, you look great.”

You scoffed, looking down at your feet. “Whatever.”

“No, really, it looks nice,” he said again.

You shook your head. “If you insist. I’m going to take it off.” Roger turned away and pretended to be preoccupied with something else while you went behind the curtain again. When you reemerged a few minutes later, wearing your sweater from before, he was gone.

You found Freddie, him having found even more ridiculous items of clothing. “Darling! I’ve found more things for you!”

“Did you plant Roger outside my changing room?” you asked, hands on your hips.

Freddie paused for several long seconds before ignoring your question. “Go try these on, they’ll look amazing!” He dropped into your hands more shirts that were barely more than squares of fabric.

“Fred, I’m not here to try to seduce Roger, I’m here to enjoy myself with my friends.” You set the clothes back in his arms and walked away.

After avoiding both men for the rest of your time at the store, Freddie payed for what he and Roger wanted and you all walked back to Roger’s car.

“You could’ve bought something, (Y/n),” Freddie said from the backseat.

“I didn’t want anything,” you said, turning so you faced out the window. You were hurt that this whole thing was a plan by Freddie to set you up with your best friend. Sure, you’d kissed, but Roger wasn’t the type to get into a long-term relationship. You and Freddie were both wasting your time for hoping otherwise.

After an awkward, silent drive, Roger finally stopped in front of your house. He and you sighed simultaneously as you opened the car door. “Bye guys. See you when I see you.” You slammed the door before they could reply.

Walking into your house, you couldn’t find James. You assumed he’d just gone out again, which he’d been doing the past week. You didn’t mind, it meant you didn’t have to deal with him as much. But that thought immediately went out of your head when you saw white powder on the coffee table. You knew it was cocaine. James wouldn’t just leave his drugs out like that. So where in the house was he?

You slowly walked around, looking in each room. You weren’t too scared; he’s probably just fallen asleep on the floor somewhere.

As you walked past the bathroom, you heard several things fall to the floor, creating quite a racket. You flung open the door, and screamed. There was James, convulsing on the floor, laying in his own vomit, only the whites of his eyes showing.

You sprinted into the living room, dialing the emergency number on the phone. Once an operator answered, you tried to make your sentences coherent, but you mostly sounded like a blubbering mess. You were able to get your address and the words “ambulance” and “overdose” out, but that was about it. The paramedics arrived only minutes later, storming through the door. You pointed them frantically to the bathroom, where James was still seizing. They put him on a stretcher and moved him out the door. A female paramedic guided you to the ambulance, letting you ride in the back to the hospital. You didn’t remember any of the ride, you only remembered your tears.

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[riveralwaysknew]

I think I’m dying.

No, not dying, feeling? Oh God.

Here we go...

I was in my office this morning when I became distracted by loud sounds upstairs in the cafe. ‘This is odd’ I thought to myself, ‘who is upstairs playing shuffleboard at 8:30 in the morning?’ My office is located right next to the stairs, and as we know, things, including noises, travel very efficiently via staircases. As it became louder I looked out my door towards the cafe and although I only have a tiny sliver of space in which I can see the next floor, guess what I saw?

Or well, WHO I saw?

That’s right, Darcy 2.0

What a freaking coincidence. He was looking at the shuffleboard roster.

It was strange. Which, when it comes to him, I guess is becoming normal.

I do not think I have seen him but once in the mornings all the time I’ve been here.

Unlike me, he really doesn’t travel outside his floor. Or maybe he has and I’ve just not noticed before. Am I noticing him now? Too many questions!

But the question I’m sure you’re all asking, is-- did I stay in my office and ignore it all?

No. I did not.

Because I am an idiot. And also I am just plain impulsive.

Instead, I waited about a minute just to, I don’t know, not seem too eager? Was that it? Was I eager to see him? Better leave that question for later. So I start my ascent. But as I get to the next floor I came upon an empty room.

That’s right! Everyone had gone.

I walked towards the shuffleboard and stared at the roster. He was still in the running. I wonder if he was practicing? I kinda wanted to see him play. Was he good? Would he mind? Oh god. Why?

Why was I doing this! I had clearly come up to the cafe to see him.

Didn't I hate him?

I suddenly felt very ill and walked back down towards my office. The only thing that could fix this terrible feeling was food. Because it is delicious. Yes. I would go down to the bistro and order some breakfast.

No one has ever been sad while having a good breakfast.

So I did. I went downstairs, got my eggs, and then came back to my office. I then expelled all thoughts of him from my brain. If through intense scrutiny I’d somehow supplanted feelings into my being, this was the end of them! He obviously didn’t have any for me. If he did, wouldn’t he seek me out? Wouldn’t he? I seemed to have done so and I wasn't even sure how I felt! I was not going to be on ‘that’ end of whatever this was! No. I am too proud. Oh no, was I the Darcy? D:

In the midst of this mind chaos I decided that the facts were against me. Whatever I thought was happening was not. And then I felt peace. No more assumptions, just truth. He didn’t like me, I was being weird, and now it was over. I was going to be a normal person without delusions of jane austen novels.

So I began eating my egg.

I was literally mid bite when I hear a voice behind me say, “Hi.”

Had I been more clever, I wouldn't have turned around right away. Instead, I flung around egg and all only to see the one person I was sure I would never see. Well, at least for the rest of the day.

Mr. Darcy 2.0, in my doorway.

I felt naked. With egg in my mouth, food in my teeth, and unable to swallow from embarrassment, I found myself half-choking.

He, of course, looked great. I guess. For a person with legs and stuff. Anyway, if he felt concern, he hid it well. He stayed very still as I floundered around in complete mental agony.

“Uh, good morning.” I finally managed to say talking weird because I obviously was trying to hide the egg that had stuck to my gums.

“You and [boss] are going to the kickball field early tomorrow, right?” he asked.

“That’s the plan.”

“Great, uh, here’s the paperwork with the reservations for the park.” He handed me a printed copy of the city’s confirmation e-mail. “You can wave them around in case someone wants to fight you for the field.”

“Ugh. Waving papers? Fighting? That sounds exhausting. Honestly, I’d rather just let them take it.”

He laughed. I tried not to because FOOD.

“I’ll wear all my ‘appropriate gear,’” I continued, “but I’ll need help with my sword.”

He laughed again. “You know," he said. "People sent me e-mails because I mentioned wearing ‘proper attire’. They were all, ‘oh no, I was thinking of wearing improper attire.’”

Now I laughed. “Well, uh, thanks for these.” I said waving the papers.

"Yeah, no problem.”

... *Crickets* He's just standing there now, staring at me.

"uh... Are you going to want the water cooler?" I ask.

"I thought you had the cooler."

"I do. I just, you know, in case you wanted it."

"I don't mind taking it."

"No, I mean, I can take it I was just offering in case you wanted more to do."

"I..."

"It's ok I'll take it."

"o-k."

"Well... then that's it."

"yeah."

“...”

“Bye.”

"Bye."

And with that he walked away.

Once he was out of sight I ran to the mirror to make sure I didn’t have egg on my face. At least not any physical egg.

I was so sure, just moments before, that nothing was going on and that I was being dumb. Then he shows up in my office with an e-mail he could have very easily forwarded to me for printing.

Who physically walks over a printed copy of a paper?

NO ONE.

No one.

Especially not attorneys. They have secretaries to do that.

I mean, we even have inter-office mail! if he had wanted to give it to me he could have easily sent it that way. Unless he's just incredibly thorough and wanted to walk down two floors to make certain it was in my possession.

I am overthinking things aren’t I? I am literally that crazy person yelling at fire hydrants in the street. Yes.

There is nothing happening. I am just a very unfortunate person who gets caught up in dramatic retellings of random, unrelated events. It is a fact that people like him do not like people like me. And people like me need to focus on work.

#mr. p&p #meposts #if you have been following my story #im sorry #im a mess today. #mrpap