#Cable Cart

[lshedra-blog]

Gatlinburg View From SkyBridge by Lutfi Shedraway Via Flickr: My family and I spent few days in Gatlinburg. We used a beautiful Airbnb wooden cabin that was an amazing cabin. We sprinted each day toward a destination where we did some hiking and sightseeing. I took my portable Limux camera and my IR camera for this occasion. While I was taking memory photos from my phone and the girls from their phones, I took the opportunity to capture photos scenic areas with my Limux camera and IR Camera. This site is Skybridge and is located at the top of the iconic SkyLift, 1,800 feet above sea level. The Gatlinburg SkyBridge is the longest pedestrian cable bridge in North America and the most unique experience in the Smokies. From the mountain-top SkyDeck, the SkyBridge stretches almost 700 feet across a deep valley in a single span.... that's longer than 2 football fields! One needs to be sure to look down midway on the SkyBridge. With 30 feet of glass and a height of 500 feet above Gatlinburg, the SkyBridge is an incredible, and easily attainable, experience I will remember as one unique experience. I am glad my oldest daughter suggested this place. At first I was skeptical if I will enjoy it but being there and doing everyday hiking and sighseeing, it was an experience to remember.

[thunderstruck9]

Albert Birkle (German, 1900-1986), Schlackenhalden [Slag Heaps], 1927. Oil on cardboard, 73.5 x 75.5 cm.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Cable car station in Bad Reichenhall, Bavaria, Germany

German vintage postcard

[thegardengrows-infrozenrain]

girl i hunted down the final macOS Citra build for this

[lunellum]

My apologies, mister cable cart attendant man, I was just clucking at my wife like a silly little chicken.

[darkersoil]

Before the ventilation system was perfected, there were plans to simulate weather on Earth. An incident occurred during the testing phase that caused a dense fog to encompass the entire city dome for several days. We were advised to stay indoors as the high humidity could affect many home components, electronics and the like.

This was the last photo I was able to take with my old polaroid, it grew all moldy when I took it apart later.

[maraeffect]

just in time for out of touch thursday: time to put my leg to charge JSSKDDKLF

[hakuryuu]

GOD i miss ariya

[redlinebatterysupply]

SWING INTO POWER: EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT GOLF CART BATTERIE

Overview:

Golf cart batteries are a crucial component of your golf cart and ensuring they are properly maintained is key to maximizing their lifespan and performance.

Here are some following ways to help you understand everything you need to know about golf cart batteries:

1. Types of batteries:

Golf cart batteries typically come in two main types - lead-acid batteries and lithium-ion batteries. Lead-acid batteries are more common and are typically cheaper, while lithium-ion batteries are more expensive but offer longer lifespan and better performance.

2. Maintenance:

Regular maintenance is crucial for keeping your golf cart batteries in good condition. This includes checking the water levels, cleaning the terminals, and ensuring proper ventilation.

3. Charging:

Proper charging is important for extending the lifespan of your batteries. Avoid overcharging or undercharging and make sure to follow the manufacturer's instructions for charging.

4. Discharging:

Avoid deep discharging your batteries, as this can reduce their lifespan. Try to keep your batteries above 50% capacity whenever possible.

5. Storage:

If you plan on storing your golf cart for an extended period, make sure to properly store and maintain your batteries. This may include disconnecting them, keeping them in a cool, dry place, and periodically checking the charge level.

6. Replacement:

Eventually, your golf cart batteries will need to be replaced. Keep an eye out for signs of decreasing performance such as reduced runtime or difficulty holding a charge, as these may indicate that it's time for a new set of batteries.

7. Proper installation:

When installing new batteries, make sure to follow the manufacturer's instructions and ensure they are properly connected and secured. Improper installation can lead to damage or reduced performance.

8. Safety:

When working with golf cart batteries, be sure to follow proper safety precautions. Wear protective gear, avoid contact with corrosive substances, and be cautious when handling batteries to prevent accidents.

9. Environmental impact:

Proper disposal of old batteries is important to reduce your environmental impact. Many recycling centers will accept old lead-acid batteries for proper disposal and recycling.

10. Consult a professional:

If you're unsure about how to properly maintain or replace your golf cart batteries, don't hesitate to consult a professional. They can provide expert advice and ensure your batteries are in top condition for optimal performance on the course.

Conclusion:

By following these tips, you can ensure your golf cart batteries are well-maintained and perform at their best, allowing you to enjoy your time on the course with peace of mind.

[deliasamed]

What is Six Syllable Types?

6 Syllable Types 

    Syllables are the building blocks of spoken language and can be categorized into different types based on their structure.   Here are six different types of syllables:   Closed Syllables:  A closed syllable ends with one or more consonant sound and typically has a short vowel sound. When a closed syllable is followed by another syllable that begins with a consonant, the two consonant letters will come between the two syllables ( sum-mer,  let-ter). In closed syllables short vowel can be followed two or more consonant letters (dill, jazz, mutt, bill, spell, floss, rattle, paddle, kiss). In closed syllables with short vowels, when a short vowel is followed by two or more consonant letters, those consonant letters often work together to create a single sound. This is known as a consonant cluster or consonant blend.   For example:   doll - The double l creates a single l sound after the short vowel o. rattle - The tt creates a single t sound after the short vowel a. paddle - The dd creates a single d sound after the short vowel a. kiss - The ss creates a single s sound after the short vowel i. This pattern helps maintain the closed syllable structure and assists in maintaining the short vowel sound within the syllable. The presence of a consonant cluster in a closed syllable can provide some protection for the vowel sound from the influence of suffixes. When a word has a closed syllable with a consonant cluster, the vowel sound is more likely to remain short and retain its original pronunciation even when suffixes are added.   For example:   hop (closed syllable with a short o sound) + -ing = hopping stop (closed syllable with a short o sound) + -ed = stopped chat (closed syllable with a short a sound) + -er = chatter swim (closed syllable with a short i sound) + -ing = swimming              Open Syllables: An open syllable ends with a vowel sound and is spelled with a vowel letter. In open syllables, there is no consonant to close or protect the vowel sound, so the vowel typically remains long or pronounced as its natural sound.   Examples of open syllables in words:   so-lar - The first syllable so is open and ends with a vowel sound. mu-sic - The first syllable mu is open and ends with a vowel sound. mo-ney - The first syllable mo is open and ends with a vowel sound. vo-wel - The first syllable vo is open and ends with a vowel sound. And yes, one-syllable words like me, do, and be are also open syllables because they end with a vowel sound and are spelled with a vowel letter. In open syllables, the vowel sound is not protected by a following consonant, so it tends to be pronounced as a long vowel sound or its natural sound.               Vowel-Consonant-E Syllables (VCe): Vowel-Consonant-e (VCe) syllables are often referred to as magic e syllable patterns or silent e syllable patterns. These syllables are characterized by a specific spelling pattern where a single vowel letter is followed by a consonant and then the letter e (hire, ware, mute, yoke) The magic e at the end of the syllable doesn't make its usual sound but instead influences the preceding vowel to be pronounced with a long sound. This changes the pronunciation and meaning of the word.             Vowel Team syllables: Vowel teams, also known as vowel digraphs, are combinations of two vowels that work together to represent a single vowel sound. The most common vowel teams include:   ee (as in meet) ea (as in heat) ai (as in rain) oa (as in boat) ou (as in out) Vowel teams are used to represent long vowel sounds, but they consist of two vowels, not a combination of long and short vowels. Digraphs are pairs of letters representing a single sound (consonant or vowel), and they can certainly be used in vowel teams. For example, ea is a vowel team, but it's also a digraph because the e and a together represent the sound /iː/.   Anglo-Saxon Words and Vowel Teams: Anglo-Saxon words are Old English words that were used in the early history of the English language. While vowel teams are present in English words, their usage is not strictly limited to Anglo-Saxon words. Vowel teams can be found in words from various origins.   Consonant Letters in Vowel Teams: oy, ey, ay, and ew, are indeed vowel teams, but they often involve a vowel combined with another vowel or consonant. For example: oy (as in boy) ey (as in key) ay (as in day) ew (as in new)   Ough, augh, and igh are also examples of vowel teams, although they can have varying pronunciations based on the word.   In summary, vowel teams consist of two vowels working together to represent a single sound, typically a long vowel sound. While some vowel teams can include consonant letters like y or w, the primary idea is that they involve two vowels. These patterns are not exclusive to Anglo-Saxon words; they can be found in words from different linguistic origins.             Vowel -r syllables: Vowel-R syllables, also known as r-controlled syllables, are an important phonics concept for students to master. In these syllables, a vowel is followed by the letter r, and the r influences the way the vowel is pronounced. The r sound changes the way the vowel is produced, creating a unique sound that is distinct from both short and long vowel sounds.   Examples of r-controlled syllables: In the words: herd, cart, germ, turtle, and shirt - The er, ar, ur, ir combinations create unique sounds different from regular short e, a u, i or long e, a, u, i sounds.   Mastery of r-controlled syllables is important because understanding these patterns helps students accurately decode and spell words. The r sound influence on the vowel can make these words challenging for early readers and spellers. By recognizing and practicing these patterns, students can improve their reading, writing, and overall phonics skills.             Consonant C-le syllables: Consonant-C-le syllables, also known as stable final syllables, are a specific syllable pattern that occurs at the end of words. In these syllables, the combination -cle is common, and it creates a specific sound pattern.   When the Consonant-C-le syllable is combined with an open syllable, the final consonant is not doubled. Examples:   cable - The cle combination creates a unique sound, and there's no doubling of the consonant. bugle - The cle combination also creates a unique sound, without doubling.   However, when the Consonant-C-le syllable is combined with a closed syllable, the final consonant is usually doubled before the -le ending. Examples:   dabble - The ble follows a closed syllable dab, and the b is doubled before the -le. little - The tle follows a closed syllable lit, and the t is doubled before the -le. topple - The ple follows a closed syllable top, and the p is doubled before the -le. Mastery of these patterns can help learners better understand the pronunciation and spelling of words with Consonant-C-le syllables. It's a helpful tool for decoding and encoding words accurately.   The given consonants are found in Cle syllables:   fle: raffle, shuffle, waffle stle: castle, bristle, wrestle gle: giggle, struggle, juggle kle: ankle, sparkle, crinkle zle: dazzle, puzzle, drizzle ble: table, marble, nimble tle: little, bottle, battle cle: circle, bicycle, icicle   These examples demonstrate how various consonants are combined with -cle to create Consonant-C-le syllables in different words.                 What is Six Syllable Types? The Sound of Murmur Diphthong : AR, OR, ER, UR, IR, and YR The Spelling patterns for the letter “y” The Spelling patterns for the letter “o” The Spelling patterns for the letter “u” The Spelling patterns for the letter “a” The Spelling patterns for the letter “i” The Spelling patterns for the letter “e” The Phonics rules for reading and spelling Read the full article

[formulawolff]

night changes - d.r.

pairing: fem!reader x daniel ricciardo

word count: 1k

warnings: some cursing here and there, alcohol consumption, danny bein' a little shit, mostly cutesyyyyy shit hehehe, yadayadayada

a.n. -> yes, this fic is based off the song night changes by one direction. (and a request that was sent in!)

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺

clink, clink, clink!

lightly, you tap your spoon against the champagne flute, clearing your throat. as hundreds of eyes fall on you, there's a beat of silence. anxiety courses through your veins, yet you know you have to persevere.

after all, this wasn't about you.

it was about danny.

"good evening, everyone," sucking in a breath, you shift uneasily, the nerves overtaking the buzz for just a moment, "first of all, i would like to thank everyone for joining us in celebrating our love. i cannot express how grateful i am to be surrounded by all of our dearest friends and family members."

daniel is beside you, perched in his chair at the head table. the golden hue of the lights create a warm ambiance, softening his features. yet, when you glance over at him, you can't help but notice the stars that glisten in his gaze.

he nods, encouraging you to continue. taking your hand, fingers intertwine with yours. he gives you a gentle squeeze, dimples forming as he bears a quaint grin.

"before we begin the real party, i wanted to present daniel with a gift. i was going to give it to him during our rehearsal dinner, but i decided to wait. i figured it would be best if you all were here to watch it as well."

your hand trembles, yet you continue, the words thready as you fight the lump forming in your throat. tears begin to well up, blurring your vision as you look back down at love of your life.

"d-daniel, i know this gift is extremely corny, but i think it best represents our love story. you are the man of my dreams, and i cannot wait to love you and show you off for the rest of our lives. i hope that by the time this is finished, everyone will know how much i fucking adore and cherish you. max, could you please roll the gift in?"

max verstappen, the best man, gives you a salute, promptly disappearing behind an array of flower garlands. to your far left, a white sheet rolls down from a wooden setup, a specially crafted rig from your father for the big day. max wheels in a cart, your laptop resting on the top shelf.

he plugs a cable into the designated port, giving you a thumbs up. as you sit back down, daniel places a hand on your thigh, leaning over.

"what is this?"

"just be patient," a giggle bubbles up in your throat, "you'll see in just a few seconds."

the lights of the outdoor venue dim as an image projects onto the sheet, the crowd maintaining their silence. there are a few whispers, but you ignore them, honing in on the display before you.

"hey guys," a clip of you begins to roll, "you will not fucking believe what just happened! daniel just won in monaco!"

"holy shit," daniel's voice is barely a whisper, almost breathless, "baby, where did you-"

"shhh," you place a finger on his lips, "just watch!"

a new clip flashes on the makeshift screen, the moments following his 2018 monaco win. he's at the edge of the pool, surrounded by the red bull crew. you're there as well, lingering in the background. yet, daniel is persistent to have you front and center, grasping your arm gently. he manages to pull you into the pool with him, the two of you erupting into laughter as you come to the surface.

there's a second where you see him cup your cheek, his thumb brushing a soaked strand away before he pulls you in for a kiss. members of the crew dive in, filled to the brim with euphoria.

there are a few photos that flash across the screen. one from daniel's debut as a formula one driver, where the two of you swore you were "just friends." then there was one of the two of you as children, bearing wide, toothy grins as you played outside. another is your prom, where daniel flew in from australia to attend the dance with you.

flash forward to his time with red bull as their third driver. the two of you are filming a tik tok, more than likely for a sponsorship on your end. the video shows daniel playfully slapping your ass before you hiss at him, reminding him that the camera was on. he just shrugs before making eye contact with the lens, smacking your buttcheek once again.

another video rolls, a tender moment of the two of you dancing at a wedding a few years back. he's holding you close, your head resting against his chest, your lashes fluttering as you sway along to the music. his head lowers, the australian whispering a strand of words that weren't quite picked up by the audio.

the audience coos as there is a plethora of baby photos that appear, as the two of you practically grew up together. since your father was stationed in australia till you were thirteen, you shared many fond memories with daniel.

truly, you had no idea how intertwined your paths were until it all unfolded on screen before you.

he was your soul mate. the only man you had ever loved. and the only man you were going to continue to love.

until the end of time.

"that was the moment i knew i was going to marry you," his voice shakes, and you can't help but notice the glimmer of a tear as it rolls down, "fuck, how did you even find these?"

heat floods your cheeks, "i've been saving them here and there."

he takes your hand, bringing it to his lips, "that was a beautiful gift, my love. i couldn't imagine anything more perfect than that."

"it wasn't corny?"

"far from it," shaking his head, a hand reaches up, cupping the back of your skull. he brings you in, eyes still misty from tears.

"that is going to be something we show to our future children. and their grandchildren. and you know what they'll all say?"

"what?" your lower lip trembles, your own tears pooling up.

"they're all going to say, 'they were so in love. i hope that we find someone who we can love like that.'"

[shadeysprings]

So Good. So Bad.

—Stalker!Ex-Boyfriend!Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Summary — The Halloween party you and your friends attend turns upside down all because of your jealous ex.

Warnings — noncon/dubcon, toxic relationship, mass murd3r, k!lling spree, somewhat public sex, cuckolding of some sort, almost drugging, Lloyd being toxic and psychotic. There may be more I haven't mentioned but please read with caution.

Word Count — 7.2K

A/N — I know I said Sunday but my muse said no. Story #2 for my FREAKtober Fest and my second time exploring Lloyd as a character. The writing process was tedious yet exciting. The title and inspiration of this fic was taken from the song ILYSB.

Gif by the amazing @steve-kemp

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and your reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️

Aside from having the same shift as your best friends, restocking is the only thing you like about your work. Although it’s physical, it’s mostly mindless tasks done repeatedly, and the black shirt you wear acts like a shield from annoying customers who pester the ones in blue.

Your shift starts like clockwork; time in, grab the products from the warehouse, and begin stocking the shelves until you have to clock out. Though today was a bit more taxing than you expected with the cable aisle once more in disarray and you being tasked to reorganize and set everything in its proper place. You don’t understand the need to put in so much effort into something that will just end up messy at the end of the day.

But you do it anyway. 

Upon arriving at the aisle, you begin sorting out the boxes and dismantling the hooks from the shelves. You’re happy enough to be doing this alone—the quicker you work, the faster you’ll be able to relax and waste the time away. That is, until Kate stands beside you, seemingly tensed as she starts helping you. 

“He’s here again. TV aisle.” You don’t need for her to say anything more to know who she’s referring to and it just makes you sigh as you grab a box of an HDMI cable and hang it on the hook. “Jensen’s trying to help him but he’s being pushy about talking to you. How does he always know when you’re here? Didn’t you already change shifts?” She asks.

How you wish you knew the answer to that. “I did.” You say in exasperation. “Did he say I was on break?”

“You know we can’t lie. Besides, we have no idea if he already saw you before he came in. He could have seen you while you were on your smoke break.” She expounds and you feel a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over you. “Just—talk to him. Tell him to leave. If he tries anything, we’ll call the cops.”

“Yeah. Like they’ll do anything about it. Vince wouldn’t even allow that—bad publicity and all.” The sigh that once more leaves your lips is despondent. You don’t know what else you can do to make him leave you alone. “Fine. I’ll deal with him.” The box in your hand ends up being crumpled from annoyance.

“We’ll be keeping watch.” She says, a measly attempt to comfort you. But you take it anyway with a smile and push away from your cart to hopefully turn away the pesky client.

It’s been almost two years since you broke up with Lloyd. The sweet air that he once had turned bitter when you saw just how jealous of a person he was. You thought it was cute at first, comforting him after a fit and telling him that he was the only man in your life—until it wasn’t and he threatened your friend, John, even challenging him to a fight at the back of the club when he placed his arm on your shoulder as he introduced you to his girlfriend. 

Since then, he changed and the relationship you thought was almost perfect, snowballed into endless fights and the revelation of the toxicity he kept hidden. You thought you could make him realize that there was truly nothing to worry about, that his jealousy was misplaced. But you were very wrong, especially after he demanded you quit your job and move in with him instead. You’d make a really good housewife, was what he said and you knew you had to draw the line.  

It wasn’t the life you wanted. And it pained you to leave because you did love him but with the way he acted, you questioned if he truly felt the same for you for even the simplest of things, he failed to trust you. And ever since, he hasn’t stopped following you. Everywhere you went, at work or home, he was there, simply watching, observing and you’ve done all you can to push him away. But no matter how hard you try, he can’t take the word no.

The first thing you notice when you see him is the twitch of his mustache when he smirks. He looks pristine as ever with his yellow polo shirt and white slacks that match his black loafers—a complete mismatch to your black shirt, jeans and sneakers uniform. And it has you thinking, what the hell did he see in you?

“The new models just came in yesterday,” You hear Jensen tell him but it’s obvious that Lloyd is not listening, certain that he’s staring at you even with his blue eyes covered by sunglasses. “I can show them—”

“Ah, just the girl I was looking for.” He says, cutting off Jensen and stepping past him to head over to you. 

“Sir, she’s one of our warehouse staff. I’d be happy to assist you in—”

“Beat it, nerd!” Lloyd snaps as he stops to face Jensen, rolling your eyes at his misplaced annoyance. “She’s the one I want to talk to.”

“It’s okay, Jen. I got this.” You tell your co-worker, gesturing for him to leave.

“You sure? I can stay if you need any he—”

“Are you fucking deaf?! She said she’s got it, loser!” Lloyd turns from where he stands and you’re suddenly alarmed to see him charge over at Jensen. “Beat it or I’ll make you.” He threatens and you immediately wedge yourself between both men when you see Jensen isn’t backing down.

You place your hands against Lloyd’s chest, stopping him from getting any closer. “Lloyd, stop it! Not here—Christ!” Your voice raises an octave when you scold him, facing Jensen right after and unintentionally glaring at him. “Just go, Jake! I said I got this!” It surprises you that you sound quite like Lloyd but it doesn’t deter you from pushing Lloyd back further.

You hear Jensen speak but don’t understand him as you grab Lloyd by the hand and pull him over to the other aisle, heat rising up your neck when you notice several of the shoppers looking in your direction. There’s never any peace with Lloyd—everywhere he goes, chaos follows.

Once you’ve pulled him away from prying eyes, you startle when he stops walking and tugs on your hand, his arm immediately wrapping around your waist as he holds you close. He gives you a sickeningly sweet grin, effectively trapping your hand against his chest.

“What the fuck do you want, Lloyd? Why are you here?” You bite.

“I’m looking for a TV.” He says smoothly, “Besides, I missed my little Kitten and I know that kitty of yours misses me too.”

You want to roll your eyes at his crass comment. “You know I work in the damn warehouse. I know nothing about them.” You reason, grunting as you try to get away from his hold. “We have a sales specialist who can help you with that.”

“Oh, but I want you to show me the options.” The hair on his lip twitches when he smirks, “Or I can complain to your manager that his employees aren’t helpful to their customers.”

“Seriously? You’re going to act like a fucking Karen?”

“Would you like to see me try?” He challenges.

That’s the last thing you needed from him and you don’t question that he would stay true to his word and make sure his complaint reached top management. Letting out a sigh, you nod at his request and show your best customer service smile before saying, “How can I help you?”

Your shift finally ends and you can’t wait to go home to wash off the day. After Lloyd pestered you with all the TV selections you showed him, he left with nothing and you tried your best not to show your annoyance at him though he knows he’s riled you up—he always does. 

Bidding your goodbyes to Kate and the rest as you leave the store with Jensen in tow. He offered a ride to the station—something he always does and one you couldn’t refuse after the long day. You just want to go home and curl up in your room and hope that Lloyd doesn’t show himself again after that awful stint. 

“Tough day, huh?” Jensen asks as he brings the engine to life and drives off from the parking lot. 

“Yeah. I’m just glad it’s over.” You respond, leaning back against your seat while you hug your backpack against your chest.

“Yeah.” He echoes, hearing his fingers tap against the wheel. “The line at the tech depot was pretty long too. Seems like every computer within town is falling apart.” He jokes, and you think it’s an attempt to lighten the mood. You still feel tense with the altercation he had with Lloyd—you just wish for once one of them would listen to you. 

“Hey, sorry about earlier.” He says and you visibly cringe when he mentions it. “I know you could handle him but knowing that he’s bothering you, I couldn’t just step away from—”

“Look. Jensen.” You sigh as you turn to face him. “I appreciate your concern, really, I do. But no offense, it’s none of your business. I don’t need a knight in shining armor to come and rescue me each time that idiot shows up. The others stay away because of how reckless he can be and I just don’t want you to get caught in the line of fire. Just let me handle him.”

You know full well why Jensen couldn’t get past that. After admitting to you his feelings since he found out you were single, he’s been subtly dropping hints about asking you out. You’d probably have taken up the offer if you met him before Lloyd but the trauma your ex has imprinted on you just leaves you thinking that any man who would dare go near would be the same. 

Silence fills the small space, along with a flicker of tension. You think Jensen would disapprove of your words, that he would insist on giving his unwarranted help. But all you hear is a sigh and you see the nod of his head. 

“Okay.” He utters, the rubber covering the steering wheel squeaking when his hold on it tightens. “I won’t meddle any—”

“JENSEN!” You shout and grab onto the handle of your seat when a car suddenly turns and blocks your path, Jensen stepping hard onto the brakes. 

“What the fuck?!” He shouts as he rolls down his window but you, on the other hand, sit still when you see Conrad, one of Lloyd’s buddies, step out of the car and walk over to Jensen’s side. “What the hell is wrong with you, bro?!” Jensen growls as he unlocks his door, ready to step out.

But you’re too late to warn him—Conrad pulling open the door and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, trapping him against the side of his car. Lloyd then suddenly appears, with Chris in tow. He goes first to Jensen, the latter flinching when he raises his fist at him, threatening to lay a punch before leaning down and framing his arms over the edge of the window.

Your eyes dart to Jensen when he grunts against Conrad’s grip, glaring at Lloyd when he stares you down. “What the fuck are you doing here, Lloyd?!”

His eyes meet yours, darkness swirling around the blue and you can already tell that he’s angry. “What are you doing here, Kitten?” He says, a cocky grin on his face. “You couldn’t wait for me to pick you up so you got into this loser’s car?” He tuts, chin nodding over to your side and your door suddenly opens, Chris, pulling you out aggressively. 

You look around, hoping to call for help but you curse Jensen when you notice he went through the back roads. No one ever passes here, especially at this hour, and now the both of you are at the mercy of your ex who you see looming over your co-worker. 

You gasp when Lloyd sends him a punch, trying to pull away from Chris’ grasp to help Jensen, but it’s no use. You’re rendered helpless as you watch him send another blow, making the other bowl over to which Conrad pushes him further to the ground.

“Stay away from my girl, asshole!” Lloyd threatens before spitting at the other man, your eyes grow wide when Lloyd takes you from Chris and drags you to his car. 

You hear the sound of tires being slashed and several glass breaking along with Jensen’s pained grunts. You knew Lloyd could be reckless but you’ve never seen him this way before. He opens the passenger door and pushes you in, slamming the door harshly before getting inside himself. He doesn’t wait for his companions before driving off, your hand grabbing the side of the door with the speed he’s going. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” You shout. “Let me out of here!”

“You keep testing me, Kitten. Running off with other men like that.” He growls and you scream when he takes a sharp left, cars honking left and right at how careless he’s driving. 

“Are you that daft?! We’re over, Lloyd! We’ve been for years!” You shout amidst the panic that rolls through your veins, eventually getting the courage to hit him on the shoulder when he gets on the main road. 

But you soon realize your mistake when he stops at an alley and his hand immediately wraps around your neck, pulling you towards him. You grab on his wrist when he squeezes tight, your eyes wide as you fear that he would choke you, kill you on the spot. 

“Lloyd—” you gasp, slapping on his hand as tears fall from your eyes. “Y—you’re hurting me.”

“I will only say this once, Kitten, so you better listen.” His hot breath spreads across your cheek when he pulls you closer, the tick on his jaw setting you on edge. “You’re mine and no one, not even you, can change that fact. Got it?”

All you can do is nod, to agree with every word he says if it means you get to keep your life. 

“Good.” He huffs, the anger in him somewhat seeping away, loosening his hold around your neck. “Good girl.” The praise that used to send shivers of desire within you now has your stomach twisting in disgust. “And if I see that weirdo or any other man going near you again, you know what will happen.”

You nod once more and gasp when he completely releases you, leaning against your seat as you try to regulate your breathing.

He drives once more and you’re thankful he’s slower this time, doing your best to stay calm as you look out the window. “Where are you taking me?” You ask, although you already have an inkling of his answer when you recognize the area you’re in and the direction he’s driving to. You haven’t driven in and out of these roads for almost two years. After you and Lloyd broke up.

The smirk he gives you is enough of an answer.

“Are we going to pre-game before the party?” Bucky asks as he plops down onto the couch in the employee lounge, shaking a tumbler of his protein shake in his hand. “Last year’s booze ran out so fast, I went home seeing straight. I don’t want to be sober on Halloween night.”

“You never want to be sober, Barnes,” Kate comments as she rolls her eyes, yet her interest seems to already be piqued. “But he’s right. Are we going to drink before the party or should we just hit the club after? I have a friend who can get us in at this club for free.”

“That could work but I’d rather enjoy the night drunk then get wasted at the club.” Bucky responds, taking a sip of his drink. “We could just meet up at someone’s place and pre-game there, then we can all go to the party together. Would save us gas too if we just take one car.”

“Who even lives near the venue?” 

You tune yourself out from their conversation and stab your fork into your lunch as the Halloween party is the last of your concerns. Besides, you don’t think Lloyd would be happy with you attending and you wouldn’t dare give him the opportunity to ruin the event for you and your friends or give him any reason to be mad again. 

Your friends exchange ideas, listing down people’s names of who they’ll be inviting for their plan of drinks and whose place they’ll be crashing when the door of the lounge opens and you freeze in your seat when Bucky calls out Jensen’s name.

“Hey buddy! You live downtown, right?” Bucky asks, patting the space beside him to which Jensen accepts. “We were thinking that—the fuck happened to your face?”

Your grip on your fork tightens when you chance a peek at both men, feeling your stomach drop when you see the bruise staining Jensen’s cheek. 

“Oh that?” Jensen chuckles, his fingers running against the side of his face. “I wasn’t looking where I was going and I slammed against my door frame.” You know he’s lying, though you’re somewhat thankful he didn’t expose what Lloyd and his friends did. Still, you feel the guilt nipping at the back of your neck. 

“You’re such a klutz, Jake.” Kate says with a laugh. 

Jensen makes a face in her direction and you look away when his eyes meet yours. “Why were you guys asking if I lived downtown?” He suddenly asks, shifting the topic. 

Bucky takes the lead again. “We were thinking of doing drinks before heading to the party. And since you live closer to the venue, maybe we could just meet at your place?”

“Depends. Do I have to provide the booze?”

“We can bring some and you prepare some.” Kate responds. “Sounds good?”

Jensen hums audibly as he thinks of his decision. You feel the tension circling around you as you sense his eyes on you while he speaks. You don’t dare to look up, keeping your focus trained on the lifeless pasta in your lunch container.

“I’m in. Though who’s coming? My apartment isn’t that big so I can’t really hold a huge crowd.” He finally says.

“I’m there.” Bucky says, mouth full of his protein shake. “Tell me what you guys want and I’ll bring it.”

“Me too. Though I’m bringing my boyfriend along—that cool with you guys?” No one seems to object and you look up to face your best friend when she nudges you. “You’re coming too, right? Amber’s dragging Nick along and we won’t be complete without you. I even planned this super cool costume for us.”

You feel your body shake at her question. The pressure of going to the event with your best friends growing in your chest, colliding with the added stress of meeting at Jensen’s place and the fear of Lloyd finding out about the plan. 

“I don’t know.” You say with a frown, closing up your container as your appetite has already turned sour from the anxiety crawling up your spine. “You know I don’t do well at parties. I’ll just stink up the mood.”

“Aww come on. Please?” She begs with those puppy eyes she always uses to convince you. “You’ll be with us and if it gets too much, we’ll leave. And if you’re worried about that psycho ex of yours showing up, I can just show Andy in his direction and he’ll show him a thing or two.” You want to latch onto the assurance she gives you but she doesn’t know Lloyd like you do. 

Still, you could probably think of a way to convince him—he’s never been apprehensive of you spending time with your friends. Except it’s not only them who would be with you; Bucky and Jensen would be there as well, and you’ve already witnessed what he’s done to the latter, the evidence staring you in the face. 

And that would mean you would have to lie. Though is it really lying if you’re just omitting out the information he doesn’t want to hear?

But the plan didn’t go as expected. 

Instead of heading over to the company party after drinks at Jensen’s apartment, like what was discussed, you find yourself nursing a red cup full of shitty alcohol in a dimly lit house while surrounded by your friend group and people you only assume to be Bucky’s college frat buddies. 

You tug on the skirt of your black dress that’s a little too short for your liking, the cat headband already irritating you with how long you’ve been wearing it. You don’t know why you’ve agreed to Kate’s idea for the three of you to imitate the costume from that movie—you’re just glad she didn’t push you to wear a bodysuit and that Amber was happy to trade with the mouse theme you were originally assigned to do. 

Speaking of your best friends, you walk around the living room as you try to look for them, no longer wanting to be alone amidst the foreign crowd. But you frown when you see Kate at the corner of the room, her boyfriend’s hand planted firmly on her ass while they make out. Amber, on the other hand, was just on the other side, with Nick barricading her against the wall like some prison guard. Though with the smile you see on her face, she doesn’t seem to mind being isolated by him.

Your eyes then dart towards the front door when the cheers of men grow louder than the music blasting in the house. Three people walk in, each one wearing a mask over some effortless casual clothes underneath. But the one wearing the iconic ghostface catches your attention, noticing him looking your way with the other two standing behind him following suit. There’s a somewhat eerie familiarity to their masked gaze that makes you look away and leave from where you stand.

“Not really what you’re expecting, huh?” You startle when someone says too close against your ear, making you look up and chuckle when you see Jensen smiling at you, an opened beer bottle in his hand. 

“It feels like I’m back in college attending a frat party.” You comment, making the both of you laugh and tapping your cup against his bottle when he raises it to you.

“You went to a lot of parties in college?”

You shake your head. “Not really. Wasn’t really a party type.”

“Same. But I had no choice with my roommate dragging me to every party.”

You have no idea why Jensen is speaking to you—after what he endured with Lloyd and his buddies, you’d think he’d steer clear of you, probably even fear you thinking that history would repeat itself. But deep down, you’re happy to be in his company, choosing it over being alone in a place you don’t even know half the people in. 

The both of you chat for a while, finding a less crowded spot in the kitchen and helping yourselves with the food and the drinks that are out and free for the taking. You still feel bad when the bruise on his cheek remains prominent, though with his purple button up and baggy gray slacks, you think it blends well with his cosplay of Bruce Banner when you asked him who he was supposed to be. 

“I’m sorry for what happened to you, Jen.” You tell him with a frown, leaning against the edge of the counter as you look down at your drink. “I didn’t think Lloyd would actually hurt anyone.”

“It’s fine. It’s just a bruise.” He assures, giving your arm a pat.

“What about your car? Didn’t they trash it?”

“They did. But good thing I have insurance.”

It surprises you how positive the air around him still is despite the misfortune he’s met because of you. You almost envy his happiness, and the happiness that your friends have and you find it almost unfair that Lloyd wasn’t like Andy and Nick, doting and loving towards their girls, when both those men are his friends. You wish he’d learn a thing or two from them about handling relationships the proper way. 

Sadness then swirls around you as you contemplate on what your life has become; always scared and cautious, that Lloyd would hurt another because of his jealousy, because of his unspoken obsession to completely possess you.

Your train of thought stops when you feel your cup being taken from your grasp, Jensen replacing it with a fresh one, fizz floating to the top of the amber liquid. “Jack and Coke.” He says. “Your drink looked a little stale.”

But before you could even take a sip, you hear spine tingling screams coming from the living room. You think it’s some scary prank someone has pulled on another, you and Jensen looking at each other and pushing away from your perch to investigate the commotion. But in just a flash of a second, the whole house is in chaos, people running, scrambling for their lives while the three masked men you saw earlier run amok, shooting and stabbing the party goers one by one and leaving them bloody and dead on the ground. 

No sound escapes your lips as you’re gripped by fear upon witnessing the bloodbath, your body refusing to move even when your brain tells it to. But the hand that grabs onto your arm has you shouting in shock, only to be muffled by another and your eyes wide with horror thinking that they’ve got you. But to your relief, it’s only Jensen and he places a finger against his lips, telling you to be quiet before pulling you amongst the havoc for a way out. 

You try the backdoor first but for some unknown reason it wouldn’t budge open no matter how hard he yanks it. He tries the window above the kitchen sink as well but just like the door, it’s screwed shut. He pulls on you once more, leading you down the hall this time, the rave music playing loudly in your ears pumping the adrenaline in your veins while the sound of the screams die out one by one. 

He makes it to the end of the hall, the staircase free from the killers but with bodies lying lifeless on the steps—a woman with her throat cut wide open and a man with a bullet right between his eyes. He looks back at you, telling you to be quiet once more as he gestures that you both will be heading up. But before he could even set foot on the first step, one of the masked men appears and kicks him forward, making him topple over the corpses. 

A scream is then wretched from your throat when you’re suddenly pulled back, the stranger trapping you against him while he positions his knife just under your chin, feeling the sharp edge of the blade kiss your skin. The man from the stairs kicks Jensen in the stomach then again, your co-worker writhing in pain as another joins his attacker, this time with a metal bar which he slams against his chest.

“Hello, nerd! Long time no see.” The one who kicked him greets, the timbre of his voice making your heart pound against your chest. No! “Whatcha doin’ with my girl, huh?” The stranger asks before pulling off his mask and you freeze when you see Lloyd’s face. He then turns to you, a cocky smirk playing on his lips and sending you a wink before he asks, “Whatcha doin’ here, Kitten? Thought you were at a company party?” The sly twist in his voice has you on edge.

The smirk on his face then fades, turning into a scowl when he nods at the man who’s got you trapped against him. You’re then released from his hold but not for long as Lloyd simply takes his place, grabbing you by your arm, wincing from his tight grip and dragging you into the living room where you see countless bodies lying lifeless on the ground and the walls of the house painted crimson.

He shoves you against the couch where you fall against something cold and sticky, only to realize too late, crying out to see that it’s Bucky you landed on; his blood staining your dress and your hands. But you’re then pushed away from him, falling back on the cushions as Lloyd kicks his body off the surface to take the space he once occupied. 

You feel like you’re about to convulse as you cry when Lloyd wraps an arm around you. You try to push away from him, not wanting to be near him but he shakes you like a rag doll, making you stop before gesturing over to someone you cannot see as your eyes are blurry from your tears and remain locked on your dead friend’s feet. 

“Gentlemen, thank you for all your help.” Lloyd says when the music finally dies and you look up, surprised to see Andy and Nick standing unscathed with only splatters of blood staining their costumes. But what has you more jarred is seeing Kate and Amber bound and gagged, sitting against the floor, they’re eyes wide in fear as they squirm to be free from their restraints. 

You’re suddenly off your seat and on your feet, determined to get to them, to help set them free and run away from this horrid place. But Lloyd is quick to yank you back, grunting when you fall onto his lap and his strong arm wrapping around your waist to hold you in place.

“Relax, Kitten. They’re safe.” Lloyd assures, his gloved finger grazing against your cheek. “Just had to go through some extra measures to keep them out of the way.”

“We did our part, Hansen.” Andy says, pulling Kate from the ground who forcefully tries to pull away from his grip while Nick does the same with Amber, who in turn quietly follows while tears keep running down her face. “Just don’t forget the deal.”

“Yeah yeah. Just make sure your bitches know what to say if they’re questioned.” Lloyd responds with disinterest. “Meet me by the end of this week for your payment.”

It’s all the words the men exchange before dragging away your friends, their wide and fearful eyes being the last you see before the door closes behind them. 

The sound of wood being dragged across the tiled floor then makes you look forward, seeing Chris and Conrad, now with their masks off, placing a chair in front of you and Lloyd while the latter drags Jensen’s beaten body and forces him to take a seat. Both men then go to work, effectively binding their captive’s wrists behind his back with tape and his ankles to the legs of the chair.

The sight of his damaged state breaks your heart as you helplessly feel guilty upon thinking that everything that has happened to him is all your fault. You never should have come here in the first place as soon as you found out about the change of plans. You should have just gone home or better yet, you should have just stayed at home where you know Lloyd would be.

Yet the universe could be so cruel.

“Look what we found on him.” Chris says in a serious tone before pulling out a small ziplock bag from Jensen’s shirt pocket and tossing it over your lap. You glance down at the clear packaging, seeing several small white tablets enclosed in it. What?

“Lover boy here was so desperate to get laid he brought roofies with him.” Conrad adds with a laugh, pushing on the back of Jensen’s head hard that his body jolts forward.

The bag is then taken from your lap, Lloyd holding it up close to his face as he inspects the white circles. You yelp when you’re suddenly shoved off his lap, falling over to the floor while Lloyd steps over to Jensen and grabs him by his hair, pulling his head back while he holds the baggie in front of him, breathing heavily like some wild animal through gritted teeth.

“You were gonna drug my girl, weren’t you?!” Lloyd spits out his words and on Jensen’s face, tossing the tablets in Conrad’s direction, your throat eliciting a gasp when he holds a knife to his neck this time. “Did you take any drink from him?!” He asks, but it takes a second for you to realize that he’s talking to you. He turns in your direction, eyes dark with anger. “Any fizzy shit this asshole gave you?!”

You don’t understand what he’s asking, why the sudden interrogation—then it hits you. In the kitchen while you were busy with your thoughts, Jensen took your stale drink, as he claimed, and replaced it with another. No—it can’t be. He said it had coke in it and sodas make a fizz. 

“I won’t ask again, Kitten.” Lloyd pushes and you nod out of fear, knowing that he would find out that you’re lying to him if you said otherwise.

The look on Lloyd’s face shifts into something that makes the hair on the back of your head stand. Like something sinister has possessed him with the way his lips curl in a playful manner. 

A groan leaves Jensen’s lips when Lloyd releases him and you push yourself back against the couch when he goes for you next.

“Lloyd, please—!” you beg as he tucks the knife in his pocket, yanking you from the ground and shoving you forward, planting you firmly in front of Jensen before forcing you to bend over. “Let’s just go home—you already beat him!” You cry, pushing against Jensen’s thighs when Lloyd doesn’t budge and keeps dipping you further.

You feel like you’re going to gag when the metallic stench fills your nose especially with how close you are to your bleeding co-worker and you attempt once more to push away from him, no longer wanting the both of you to suffer. But the world suddenly feels like it’s turning upside down when you feel Lloyd pushing up the skirt of your dress, a grunt leaving his chest when he roughly rips your panties off your thighs.

“Now, don’t be like that, Kitten.” He says in a syrupy tone. “Don’t you want to at least show him his sick fantasy of fucking you?” The tell tale sound of his zipper being undone fills your ears and you’re shocked frozen, scared to the wits end that Lloyd would take you here amongst the dead and in front of your friend who he’s beaten to a pulp.

You look away from Jensen when you feel Lloyd’s cock brush against your ass, his tip teasing your pussy lips. You then shout when Lloyd grabs you by the back of your neck, forcing you to look back at your friend who has one eye swollen shut, while the other is stained with blood and brimming with unshed tears.

In one swift move, Lloyd enters you, gasping for air at his sudden intrusion. Pain blooms at the pit of your stomach when he doesn’t allow your walls to adjust and begins fucking you at a brutal pace, your nails digging into Jensen’s thighs as you try to endure your abuser’s torment. 

Your body jolts against the chair, following Lloyd’s callous thrusts. You’re then washed in humiliation when you hear Chris and Conrad snickering at your sides, seeing them watch you with perverse eyes, sickened to the core as the thought that they enjoy what they are witnessing comes to your mind.

Both men then hold Jensen in place when he starts squirming in his seat that he almost topples over. Lloyd then abruptly pulls you up, pressing your back against his chest but only to grab on the straps of your dress and harshly pull them down from your shoulders, having your breasts spill into the open.

“She’s got perfect tits, doesn’t she, lover boy?” Lloyd taunts as he keeps up the pace of his hips, grabbing your breasts, kneading, squeezing, and pushing them together. “Why don’t you feel how soft they are?” And it’s as if things couldn’t get any worse, Lloyd moves you forward along with him, tipping forward when your knees hit the edge of the seat. His hands grab onto the back of the chair and you wail in horror when he forces your breasts to press against Jensen’s face, the sticky blood smearing all over your skin.

Lloyd laughs and so do his friends and all you feel is shame and disgust at what he’s doing to you—that the man you once loved would hurt you in the sickest way possible.

A gasp is once more wretched from your throat when Lloyd slams hard against your cunt, feeling his thick cock slide even deeper when your walls grow wet, the toe curling sensation from his tip repeatedly hitting that sweet spot of yours trying to take over. You feel like a woman possessed as you grit your teeth, pushing hard against the unwanted pleasure that slowly begins to crawl up your skin and seep into your bones, not wanting to give Lloyd the satisfaction that, despite such circumstances, he still manages to make you feel such a way.

Yet your attempts are deemed fruitless when you whimper and eventually turn into a moaning mess, your body responding to each of Lloyd’s touch; your pussy walls clenching around his throbbing cock with each thrust he makes and how your skin shivers, singing each note in sheer perfection as you climb higher and higher to your peak.

“You see that, nerd? You see how she turns into a fucking slut when you fuck her good?” He goads between heavy breaths, adjusting the position of his legs to have you lean more against his victim, his hands grabbing onto your tits once again only to rub it further against Jensen’s face, feeling the bristles of his goatee rub roughly against your skin. 

“Too bad you’ll never get to have this.”

Lloyd's hips begin moving more erratically, the sound of your skins slapping with one another filling the stolid air. You swallow thickly, refusing for any more moans to leave your lips as you’re slowly enveloped in ecstasy, Lloyd’s cock pulsing deep in your pussy.

A blinding white light suddenly fills your vision and you shake uncontrollably as you come hard around Lloyd’s shaft. Tears once again spring from your eyes and you’re confused about what causes it. Is it embarrassment from feeling the pleasure? Pain from Lloyd’s roughness? Or is it sadness of how the evening of fun turned into a nightmare? You can’t think as you’re dissolved into nothing, your body floating in orgasmic bliss. 

Lloyd follows soon, growling low and animalistic as he keeps his cock buried balls deep, painting your pussy walls with streaks of white as he spills his seed, filling you to the brim.

You think that it’s finally over, that Lloyd’s objective has finally been met. But a life draining gasp then fills your ears—not from you or from Lloyd but from Jensen. And it’s only then that you realize what has happened when you see Lloyd’s hand gripped on the hilt of the knife with the blade stuck deep into Jensen’s chest.

“No!” You cry out as Lloyd stabs him repeatedly, grunts of passionate anger escaping him each time he sinks the blade into the body before you. 

Tears of despair and horror are what fall from your eyes, closing them as you hope that this is all a bad dream. You ball your hands into fists as you try your hardest to close in on yourself, to leave this place of torment that Lloyd has condemned you into. 

Yet, no matter how hard you try, you just can’t. With the sound of metal hitting bone, along with the devious laugh of the men around you and the way your body shakes from Lloyd’s continuous blow, you’re repeatedly pulled back into the present, unwillingly witnessing the murder of your friend. 

You suddenly feel your body shake, your chest tightening that you think the room is losing air and the smell of blood getting stronger and stronger that it makes bile ride up your throat. With Lloyd’s final stab, he pulls you away with him, leaving the knife buried in Jensen’s throat. The world around you suddenly turns, your vision spinning uncontrollably that before you could even let out a scream, everything suddenly goes dark.

You sit inside the employee lounge along with the others in somber idleness. The police came over just before the store opened and ordered that it remained closed for the rest of the day to make way for an investigation. Vince wasn’t happy with the commands of the law enforcers but there’s nothing he could do—there was nothing anybody could do.

A massacre, one of the officers said. A mass murder, another voices, declaring that some of the victims were employees of the store. You already knew who it was—Bucky and Jensen.

One by one, the employees were interrogated, some taking minutes while others taking hours. You glance at Kate who sits across from you on the lunch table, noting the small bruise on the side of her neck. You try not to imagine what Andy told her or did to her that night. You don’t even dare to ask as you refuse to relive the grim evening, nor want to feed her any memory of it.

You sit up once your name is called and you feel the eyes of your other co-workers land on you. The detective, stout and looking somewhat annoyed to be doing such a thing, looks your way and asks your name once more to confirm your identity.

He beckons you to follow him and you do, but not before looking down at your best friend when she grabs your hand, seeing the fear etched in her eyes. You give her a small smile and give her hand a reassuring squeeze before letting her go and following the detective into the other room. 

You do as you’re told when he tells you to sit, staring down at the round table that sits between the both of you as you wait for his first question.

“I’m Detective Bodecker.” He starts, his belly protruding as he leans back against his seat. “And I just want to ask you a few questions regarding your co-workers. Is that okay?”

You nod.

“Do you need some water? Anything to make you comfortable?”

You shake your head.

“Very well. Let’s begin.” He hums and grabs his notebook from the desk, flipping a page. “Where were you on the night of October 31st?”

Your mind suddenly begins reliving the night in question. Jensen’s bloody face and Lloyd’s devious smile playing in your head. You blink those thoughts away, not wanting to give out any information on your face.

Taking a breath, you begin your tale. 

“I was at a party—”

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PLEASE CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT PART TWO I GOTTA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS

-Caught in the moment- Part 2

Part 1

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Smut

Warnings:yes! +18 Smut, Kinks

Summary:After getting caught up in a video having sex, together you try to delete it and make like nothing happen.

Your breathing was ragged and you felt like you were on another planet after the biggest and stronger orgasm of your life, while Melissa kissed your legs softly trying to help you come back to reality.

The moment your body reacted and you opened your eyes staring at the ceiling, your blood ran cold

-"FUCK!" - You screamed and Mel looked at you worriedly, when she followed your gaze, she saw on the ceiling a very well hidden, almost imperceptible camera, camera that had probably captured everything that had happened and that it was surely hiding and recording in Ava's office.

Your body started shaking and this time it wasn't for pleasure, it was for fear. A thousand consequences of what you had just done were going through your head, you knew this was a bad idea, why didn't you listen to your head? You'd lose your job, you'd lose your students, you could even lose your license to teach, you'd lose everything, and why? For not being able to say no to Melissa. You wanted the earth to swallow you or turn back time, you wanted this to be a dream or a bad joke, you wanted everything that had happened to go away.

-"Hon!" - Melissa screamed and brought you back to reality, your eyes were watery and your body was still shaking. The redhead grabbed your face in her hands making you focus on her-"Look... We can fix it, okey? Don't panic... Breath with me" - She whispered softly and came closer to your face while you blushed, as if minutes ago she hadn't been between your legs, and then kissed your forehead and smiled at you to calm you down.

When your body stopped shaking and you started breathing normally, the redhead helped you arrange your clothes and together you made a plan to erase all the evidence.

First, Mel soiled one of the hallways with everything she could find to entertain Mr. Johnson and prevent him from approaching Ava's office. Second, while he was entertained, you took his keys very gently without him noticing so you could open the principal's office. Third, you went into the office and started looking at the computer where the recordings might be hidden, you searched Ava's computer in every place but found nothing. Your hope was going away and the anxiety coming back, you thought you wouldn't be able to find the recordings, until you noticed a lot of cables heading to a room behind Ava's office. Following them, you found all the screens of the live recordings and your soul came back to your body.

Together you checked camera by camera, you were surprised to notice how many were hidden and no one had noticed anything, Melissa smiled when she found the recording of your classroom, several recordings on different positions from every angle of your classroom. Instead of deleting it, Melissa stared at the footage until you hit her arm

-"Delete it!"-You screamed and she didn't take her eyes off the screen, which made you blush

-"Okay, but at least let me copy it to my cell phone to watch it later" - She whispered and you gently pushed her away so you could get in front of the screen and erase everything

-"Mr. Johnson will realize in a few minutes that he doesn't have his key and he'll come for them and we won't be able to erase anything, it has to be done now."-You muttered under your breath as you checked that everything was erased

-"You look hot while you focus"-She commented in a seductive tone approaching you but you stopped her with your hand

-"Stop looking at me like that, too much trouble for one night, let's go" - You mumbled and walked out of the office trying to leave everything as it was before entering, Melissa followed you silently.

After leaving the keys in Mr. Johnson's cleaning cart, each of you went to your car and headed home, Melissa tried to talk to you before you left, but reality had returned to your body and with it your shame and shyness for everything that happened, so you avoid her.

The next day your conscience gnawed at you and you couldn't look anyone in the eye while eating breakfast, which didn't attract attention because they were used to your usual silence and shyness

-"Good morning beautiful people!" - Melissa walked into the teacher's room greeting everyone in a very good mood, something that did catch the attention of several of those present. The redhead stopped behind you resting her hands on the back of your chair which made your skin crawl as you felt her warmth and scent nearby, bringing back memories of the night before quickly-"Hello little lamb..."-Mel whispered in your ear, the same nickname she had been using on you the night before, which made you blush and you quickly got up from the chair trying to get away from her

-"Hey (Y/N) are you okey? You're red like a tomato" - Barbara asked and you nodded thinking of an excuse to leave, but before you could do it, the communicators rang with Ava's voice

-"Melissa Schemmenti and (Y/N), Please report to the principal's office" - Ava commented and for the first time in the day you looked Melissa in the eye (Thinking that maybe you had been caught or forgotten to delete one of the cameras and Ava had found them and now you would lose your job and never see your students or Mel again), but she just walked past you and placed one of her hands on your waist to help you walk next to her to the office. When you arrived, Ava had her computer open on her desk looking at you very seriously, the redhead was looking at her with a lot of confidence and arrogance while you just looked at your feet

-"Do you know why I called you?" - Ava asked, and you just thought that if you didn't move, she'd forget you were there

-"I don't know, maybe to help you advertise some of those products you sell?" - Mel played dumb while you felt your legs shaking

-"I didn't call you for that, Schemmenti... Yesterday my cameras captured how you entered my office, but they didn't record what you did here, I need you to tell me or I will suspend you" - Ava spoke in a firm voice, you could hardly stand the pressure anymore and you were about to speak, but Melissa stopped you by holding your hand firmly

-"(Y/N) turned in her study plan uncorrected and it had major flaws, so she asked me for help stealing it from your office so she could correct it before you noticed... I'm sorry (Y/N) but I had to say it" - Melissa replied looking at you feigning regret, she was good at lying

-"Luckily, I thought you had broken in to steal my secret plan to become famous... Which doesn't exist..."-Ava replied trying to hide her secret plan while you looked at her in confusion-"What are you still doing here? Go away" - The principal replied and you walked out in front of Melissa, who hurried her pace to catch up with you

-"I can't believe that worked" - You muttered nervously

-"You should have more faith in me... Hey, do you want to go to my place tonight?" - She commented seductively and you shook your head

-"No chance... This, us, what happened was a mistake and can't happen again... So please don't..."-You muttered as you entered your classroom ending the conversation, leaving the redhead confused and disillusioned

After that conversation 3 days passed, which you did everything you could to avoid Melissa, which was really hard. Since she touched you, you hadn't been able to think about anything other than her, her soft lips and her deft tongue between your legs. Not even your vibrator or your hands could help you climax since she'd touched you.

Desperate and not knowing who else to talk to, you went to the wisest person in school

-"Barbara I need some advice and I feel like you're the only one who can help me... Also I came to you because you're the only one who I know that if I ask you not to tell this conversation to anyone, you will respect that... So please don't say any of this to anyone else, especially Melissa... But..."-You started to deviate from the main topic because of nerves and Barbara took your hand to calm you down, after taking a big sigh you continued with what you wanted to say-" Melissa and I... We... Had sex"-You murmured and Barbara opened her eyes wide, obviously Melissa hadn't said anything to her-"We did it here... In school... In my classroom... And the cameras caught us" - Every sentence you said your voice began to lose strength, almost whispering the last thing

-"Sweet baby Jesus and the grown one too! Are you crazy? There is kids here!" - Barbara screamed loudly and you immediately looked down

-"It...it's Okay ... No one was here and we deleted the recording... I really don't know how we got to that point, we were talking and then we kissed... And she... I don't know what happened... And now I don't want it to happen again, but your friend has amazing skills... And I need her and I don't know what to do..."-You started talking very nervously and Barbara was looking at you confused

-"Did you really come to me to get advice on casual sex?" - She asked confused and you nodded avoiding her gaze-"Look kid, my only advice is, if you keep doing this try to do it outside the school... And talk to her before you two end up in some complicated feelings situation... That's all the help I can give you right now" - she muttered and you nodded in embarrassment

-"Thank you... I'm so sorry I talked this over to you, I didn't know with who else to do it with..."-You muttered before leaving her classroom.

Later that day, because you had been thinking about the redhead, you hadn't managed to finish some work, so you stayed a few more hours at school. What you didn't know was that Melissa was also there. It wasn't until you felt someone knock on your door, that you noticed you weren't alone

-"Hey hon... Are you okay? Can we talk?" - she whispered, approaching you carefully, but you didn't look up from the paper

-"I'm busy now Schemmenti... I have a lot of work to do..."-Your tone was dry, but you were trying to figure out what to do with the redhead and you couldn't do that with her around. Mel didn't give up and continued to approach you until she was next to the chair you were sitting in, without saying anything, she placed her hands on your shoulders and before you had time to complain, she began to massage releasing your tension and relaxing you-"Mel..."-You whispered, closing your eyes and letting out a soft moan

-"It's that soap or a new shampoo?" - Mel asked and you frowned

-"What are you talking about?" - You murmured still with your eyes closed

-"Your scent, there's something new" - The redhead bent down, still massaging your shoulders, and her lips stuck to your neck, smiling as she watched your skin crawl-"You definitely have a new perfume" - She murmured and kissed your neck gently-"I love it" - Unable to think about it or avoid it, you tilted your head to the side to make more room for her

-" We can't keep doing this here..."-You muttered under your breath, clenching the armrest of your chair

-"Do you want to go home?"-she offered and you refused

-"I don't think I'll be able to get there, I need you now, fuck, I been needing you all week, I hate how crazy you make me... What about in your car?-you asked enjoying the caresses and kisses

-"Believe me hon, car sex it's not as easy as the movies" - She commented and turned your chair to be face to face with her, when you opened your eyes, the redhead was already looking at you adoringly-"You've been avoiding me for most of the week and now it turns out that you turn into putty in my hands as soon as I touch you" - she commented with a smug smile and you rolled your eyes

-"You know what? Forget it..."-You muttered under your breath and she laughed pressing her knee between your legs trapping you on the chair

-"I love how easy it's for me to make you nervous and neddy of my touch... I bet you are already wet..." - The redhead pressed her knee closer to you until it was against your crotch, smiling at the feeling of your wet underwear against her pants - "So innocent on the outside and on the inside so desperate to be touched... Do you want my help?" - She asked and you nodded gently moving your hips against her, Mel grabbed your jaw and made you look at her-"use your words little lamb..."-she muttered in a deep voice close to your lips

-"Yes please... I need you..."-You murmured and connected your lips to hers in a desperate kiss.

Melissa was a woman who, despite her age, had a lot of agility and especially strength and speed, which she used to get you up from the chair and sit in your place without breaking the kiss, and then make you sit on her thighs. You immediately started riding her leg, while her hands played and pulled your hair still with her lips connected to yours.

She had barely begun to touch you and your entrance was already beating against nothing, begging her for more.

Mel parted her lips from yours so you could breathe and began kissing your neck and breasts.

One of her hands lifted your dress and slipped through your underwear playing with your clit while you rubbed on her leg wetting and staining all over her pants.

That woman's skill with her hands and mouth still amazed you.

While you grind your hips on her fingers and against her thighs, Your gaze was fixed on the way her breasts bounced as your body moved against hers.

She carefully parted your lips with her fingers collecting your juices and then brought them to her mouth, savoring them delicately, doing a hypnotic dance with her tongue while you looked at her carefully

-"Dam, you taste so good... I always heard that the ones with the most innocent faces were the ones who tasted the best and I didn't want to believe them until now, you are addictive" - She murmured before lowering her hand to its previous position and sticking two fingers in you while her palm brushed your clit , her hand plus her kisses, were the perfect combination so that in a matter of seconds an orgasm took your body and you came on her staining all her pants and hands.

Relaxed, tired, and agitated, you dropped your head on her shoulder as she licked her fingers enjoying your taste, her free hand gently caressing your back

-"That was quick..."-Mel murmured laughing and you frowned offended hitting her shoulder, the redhead kissed all over your face making you laugh a little with your breathing still ragged-"Now, we're going to delete this recording, I'll keep one copy so we can see ot at home, and then we'll go to my house, now that you've had an orgasm, you'll be able to hold on until you get there... And keep in mind that I'll take my time with you when we get there, I wanna explore every inch of you" - she murmured kissing you again.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Cable car of Montgenèvre, Alpine region of France

French vintage postcard

[recurring-polynya]

My kid asked me to explain blood types to her today, which made me remember the odd little fact that in the character profiles that appeared at the ends of the earliest Bleach volumes, there are blood types listed for the human characters, but not for the shinigami characters. Shinigami obviously have blood, we've all seen it, we've seen so much of it, honestly, but is it like blood blood? Is blood transfusion a thing they do?

I did not have any particular recollection of anyone ever receiving a blood transfusion in Bleach, but I looked up all the hospital scenes I could think of off the top of my head. Both Byakuya nor Hinamori have sort of a notable absence of things sticking out of them. I'm no expert and I don't even particular like doctor shows, but this is a situation where I would expect both of them to have IVs for hydration, if nothing else. Hinamori's got a respirator and some mysterious carts off to her far side, at least, and maybe Byakuya's just far enough on the upswing that he doesn't need it anymore.

Next shot was the famous Rukia and Renji sharing a hospital room scene.

Renji's respirator goes...under his blanket? Is this right? This doesn't seem right. Rukia doesn't seem particularly attached to anything, although there's kind of a bundle of wires? tubes? coming out of her right shoulder area. You can see them better in this shot:

That sure doesn't look like medical grade tubing, the lower one looks kinda like Hihiou Zabimaru, tbh. IVs usually work by gravity, no? Also those tubes are way too big to be going into someone's veins.

Finally, here's Kira, getting his dubious Squad 12 medical procedure.

More shady, giant, intestine-ass looking tubes that... go into him? wtf. They're attached to a computer. Maybe these are data cables?

The upshot of all of this is that I don't think shinigami have blood transfusions. I can't imagine that they don't know about them, so I imagine it's more of a case of their blood is just part of their soul, like, all of them is just soul all the way down, and it would be nearly impossible to accept a transfusion that was made of someone else's soul (soulmate-enjoying fanfic writers, take note). They do like sticking tubes in people, tho.

This sucks because when I was originally thinking about this, of course I was thinking about all the blood Renji has in his body and whether or not he's a universal donor, because, frankly, if he is, I think they would have a special framed painting of him at Squad 4 and let him have as much donuts and apple juice as he wants.

I think the main reason manga list characters' bloodtypes anyway is because Japanese people use it as a personality test, similar to horoscopes. For the record, here are the characters whose blood types we know:

Ichigo - AO Orihime - BO Chad - AO Tatsuki - AO Isshin - AB Uryuu - AB Don Kanonji (????) - BO

When I was trying to look up what they meant, I found this hilarious graphic, thank you verywellmind dot com

Looks to me like these blood types were definitely chosen to tie into personality at least to some degree (I'm not sure about Isshin, but he probably has fake Urahara Shouten-brand gigai blood-substitute anyway, so I am choosing not to read too deeply into that). Anyway, along those lines, judging from this chart, if we wanted to bootstrap Renji's blood type from his personality, I think he would, in fact, clearly fit into the idiot-on-a-skateboard quadrant. So he is a universal donor! (or at least he would be, if he were filled with blood instead of high-concentration ghost juice.)

[alia-schlatt]

Surprise || JSchlatt

In which you surprise your boyfriend and his friends with some food while their gaming.

a/n: Sorry, I haven't been posting school has been a bit of a bitch lately.

Story under the cut

We should have gotten more snacks.

I laugh at the message that pops up on my second monitor. I move my mouse from the game of sims that I am playing over to mine and my boyfriends chats that I had left open, quickly typing a reply.

Did you boys already finish everything?

Schlatt didn't want to have a party for his 25th birthday. Said it was just another grim reminder that he's getting old. That was until I brought up the idea of having a gaming session at the house. Just him and a handful of friends playing games together in person. My brother used to do it all the time during the summer holidays, and Jay had joined a few times. Plus, we had just gotten a new internet membership that was also 50 times faster than the one we previously had. After discussing it a bit more, he agreed and started putting things into motion.

His living room was turned into a gaming room with two black fold up tables lining one wall to the other. Fold up chairs and cables everywhere. We went shopping together to get snacks and drinks for the evening and when I said there wasn't enough he told me I was being dramatic. And that it was more than enough. I'd hate to say I told him so but...if the shoe fits.

Yea, I should have listened to you

Your words not mine. What are you guys going to do for dinner?

Probably order Burger kind or something. We'll see.

I start typing back when an idea pops into my head. I smile quickly, saving my game and turning off my pc. I open our chat on my phone and send a thumbs up before grabbing my headphones, a tote bag, and my wallet. I walk downstairs and tell my mother I'm going to the shop and ask if she needs anything. She says no. Jay and I lived together, but I didn't want to be in the way of them this evening, so I was spending it at my childhood home with my mom. I get into my Subaru and drive to the target near our apartment. I connect my headphones to my phone, pressing play on a random playlist. I grab all my reusable shopping bags from the boot before walking to get a shopping cart.

As I walk through the store, I grab random things. I think everyone will enjoy making sure to grab some options for his one friend who is allergic to nuts. I grab an assortment of some energy drinks just in case and walk to the till to pay for everything. Once back in my car, the boot/trunk filled with snacks, I drive across the road to the Burger King, getting yet again an assortment of things, asking for bottles instead of fountain drinks.

After I get everything, I drive the familiar route back to our apartment. I grab as much as I can and use the elevator for the two stories instead of the stairs per usual. I knock on the door, feeling weird that I'm not just walking inside, and when schlatt opens the door, I smile.

"Hey, big guy"

"Toots?" He says, confused before grinning.

I lift up my arms, showing the multitude of bags in my hands. "Gonna let me in or just gonna stand there looking pretty?"

He laughs, taking a few bags from me and leading me into the apartment.

"Hey everyone, look who decided to stop past," Schlatt says, and everyone greets me. I put everything on the counter and tell everyone what I got at both places. I make sure to give Jake, his one friend, with the peanut allergies, the stuff I got for him specifically before telling Jay I also got them dinner.

"This was unnecessary, my love, but thank you" He says pulling me into a hug.

"I know how you boys get. But I won't take any more of your time. You guys must have a wonderful time, " I say, walking back towards the front door and waving goodbye to everyone. Jay follows me. I walk out of the apartment and look at him. I put my hands on his shoulders and stand on my tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

"Happy Birthday, Big Guy!" I smile before winking at him and walking away.