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theorist-influencer-untitled · 21 days

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4.9.24 Tuesday

1 am

Still,have windblow....Wifi is cut??? Uncle Jun didn't pay for it???

Or Mitch did give me a "simple battery"???? Mitch can you pay for it for awhile.... I have a trap, what about you???

This is bullshit....Uncle DD and Jun are liar angels... I have to go to our neighbour again to use a wifi, going to Ely's house again??

Will Mark or Pilot Garret save me from this hellish place or village??

Still, I don't like Uncle DD coz they can't give assistance on me...

I'm just using mobile data...

1:22 am

Uncle DD is fake again??? Awhile ago telling me that Aunt Teresa is not yet sending the fundings for here...

I don't have plans to beg in call center but I know I need a job....But I hope there will be a saviour on me that I want like Mark or Pilot Garret?

I have a mixed-up emotion right now...

I feel bad, my inner emotion is different now... I hope there will be a pretty saviour like Mark or face of Pilot Garret...

1:35 am

Shit! We need a wifi here Mitch? Mark? Pilot Garret??? Can you cover for this and appear in-front of me...

5:36 am

Good Morning Pilot Garret and Mark and Mitch? And everyone in the world... Who are guilty?

I feel bitter we have no wifi here... I need to ask a favour again on Ely's family...It is not my ideal life but my ideal with Pilot Garret or with Mark???

I hope my video yesterday was able to reach Pilot Garret or Mark? I badly need a hero that I want hahaha seriously, I feel irritated and down coz of wifi...

Done, doing my laundry since 1am and I'm still awake and having my breakfast... I still wanna have a nose perfection.

5:45 am

Drinking my coffee and will take my shower after...

6:19 am

I still have windblow.... I need to rest now... I still have windblow...

Hmm... What else? On our wifi box there are numbers written using black pentel pen the 343... I remembered when I used to work in Cebu Pacific Air ( Hoping that they didn't do anything bad or plan anything bad on me )... That 343 flight number is Kalibo Aklan the place of my X but I don't have plans to go back... It's been 17 years ago...Hey! It is unfair in my part that I masturbate from 2007 until now that I feel so bad!!!

I feel ugly and fat and old that someone took away my love life.... I wasn't able to get a new love which makes me bitter and ugly and questioning myself...Why?

I feel bad time that I lost the moment to perfect my beauty.... See, Pilot Garret is so perfect that I also want to present myself on a good presentation aside from my own self-esteem and confidence.

Pilot Garret is so perfectly handsome...But wanting to have a perfection, the main reason is for self-love, for my own self-esteem or for my own emotional stability or personal confidence.

I really wanna leave this place to have a better life somewhere... I feel old and ugly here...

I hate Ronald Bacani one of the church of christ ministers and my old religion mate but I switched to Roman Catholic now... I sense something is wrong that he is one of the people who lead me to masturbation for 17 years...

Or any people who unfairly interfere on me without asking me if I'm ohkay or not... But controlling my entire life for 17 years on masturbation.

Some will say they will return me to my X in Kalibo Aklan but it's been 17 years ago... Did they ask me while I was masturbating for that long if the same penis that I want or if I'm still thinking of the same penis... You get my point angels??? Totally unfair in my part!!!

7:18 am

My Uncle Jun is liar he didn't pay the wifi coz he bougth the food from the past days....Joker! A big joke!

Even Uncle DD is a big joke as well...

10:25 am

Hmmm... Now they are removing my signal here... There is control and mystery in the world. Super plastics people here and there...

We have no wifi confirmed! I can't continuosly watch the new upload video of Pilot Garret... What? He is discussing about the shortage of Pilot... What's the point???

11:47 am

Even my signal is on and off... Plastics people or grouping here in Cavite... Plastics they can control the signal of my phone and your phone...

4:38 pm

Still,have windblow.... So, fucking weird... I want out from here...

I just feel fat,old and ugly here... No life... I have no prince charming...

I feel self-pity... There is a negative force in the house, the living door hinge suddenly damage and now our ac....It is weird...

4:45 pm

I'm worrying so much.... I can't get success... I want Mark and I don't trust anyone here... I have windblow... I'm a college graduate...

Pilot Garret I can never see him and I don't have a career....

Uncle DD is fake on something? He is not a college graduate... Nothing to loose for them here even on Uncle Jun.

5:03 pm

If I can't see Mark and if I can't get Pilot Garret I like his face so much...

Probably and I need to be active on service to heal my self-esteem. I don't wanna be flatten just like this just for nothing...

I need a money and Filipino's are just smashing me...I tried to work in call center but then there is always chaos...

Pilot Garret is cursing me on something and nothing will happen....Subscribe for New Year!

I have windblow....What will happen to me???

7:23 pm

I still have windblow.... I really wanna leave the hometown here in Cavite. I feel so out of place and I feel a back-stab on me...

I feel bad that the one I like is on a weird position or weird different dimension... That I can't have him, it is a frustration in my part....I have an ugly situation now.

Weird! If Mitch having a double platinum trophy without telling me somewhere nearby that she did a "simple battery" on me... But where is she???

Mark having the same case on Mitch, is he nearby? But why not approaching me???

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nickgerlich · 23 days

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Twenty-Four Hours To Go

I remember the first time I was exposed to a 24-hour diner. I was at university in Indiana, doing my undergrad. It was also about the same time I became friends with coffee. We’re still good friends.

My dorm mates and I would pile into someone’s car and head to the nearby Waffle House. Now that’s not the familiar Waffle Houses across the southland. No, this was an entirely different Indiana chain more akin to Denny’s. They welcomed us, if only to make the place look more crowded after midnight. Never the mind the fact that we weren’t spending much, and tipping even less.

I was probably exposed to this genre before university, but those kinds of things weren’t important to kids back then. But I fell in love with the notion, and found that I became energized about 1am. Bring on the lists to memorize, my caffeinated soul was ready to do some power studying.

After I moved downstate to Bloomington for grad school, it was newsworthy when the new Kroger store announced they were going to be open 24/7. This was great news for someone who doesn’t like crowds of shoppers. It’s almost Zen-like shopping at 3am, observing all the other zombie-eyed shoppers pushing their trolleys along.

I was hooked, and praise God, Walmart embraced the concept as well. There are 168 hours in the week, and I could pick any one of them to go shopping. That is, until everything came to a screeching halt in March 2020. I need not say more.

With practically everything shut down—depending on your state and locale, of course—the thought of being open eight hours, much less 24 hours, became moot. Curbside was a best-case scenario, if you were able to pivot to new ways of doing old things.

But once the pandemic subsided, and our hunger to return to the old normal began being sated, stores and restaurants were slow to return to 24/7. Even today, there are many businesses that not only have been reluctant to do so, but also have flat out decided they’re not going back.

And it signals what may well be a permanent scar, one among many inflicted by COVID. Consumer behaviors have changed. Available labor has declined. Costs of doing business have increased. It’s the perfect storm for an imperfect situation.

It’s sad, too, because a business that is closed thus has un-performing assets whenever the lights are out and the doors locked. It’s not as bad as it is for churches, many of whom are open for “business” only a few hours on one day of the week. You pay for the whole building as it stands, seven days a week, 24 hours a day. The same goes for real estate taxes and utilities. If you’re not making money, you’re losing it, and the bills go on.

Among the consumer changes are a desire to eat earlier, eat out less, drink less, and not stay out late doing the things we once did. That doesn’t mean we have given up on sporting events, movies, and concerts, though. It just means we do those things less, effectively accepting a little shorter leash on life. COVID taught us to get by on a lot less, and with inflation still among us, we are able to handle it better because we’ve already been down an austere path.

We also learned that we can order online a lot more than what we did pre-COVID. Delivery, whether by courier or third-party driver, became a new normal. Groceries on our doorstep meant that we didn’t have to go at all, even if we rather liked those nocturnal missions. Everything else also on our doorstep meant that all that “shopping-in-our-pajamas” we thought we were doing a lot in the olden days was multiplied many fold.

Maybe I am just getting older, too. While I am not yet one of those home-before-dark senior citizens, I do know that if I am up after 10pm, I am living large. As much as I liked grocery shopping after midnight (there’s an ear worm for those of you who know that old song), I am good with doing it in the afternoon these days.

While some chains, like the southern Waffle House, have returned to full 24/7 operations, others are nowhere near what they once did. I suspect that those days are gone forever, with the realization that maybe—just maybe—we were trying to do too much, even though the alternative is to mourn the hours not spent earning revenues.

Besides, we could all use a little more sleep, and removing the temptation to be out and about may be a gift in disguise. And you can still shop Amazon. You may very well have it on your doorstep by noon tomorrow.

Dr “I’m Good With 15/7” Gerlich

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#marketing #retail #restaurants #24/7

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blalockconley41 · 2 months

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6 Ways To Transfer Money To Someone Else's Checking Account

When choosing a money transmitter, fastidiously evaluate each transfer fees and trade rates. Fees, overseas change charges and taxes could range by brand, channel, and location based mostly on a selection of elements. The Western Union® app enables you to switch cash to a different bank account in only a few taps. Date of request On a non-business day Date switch might be made The switch will be processed the following enterprise day after it is requested. Date of request On a business day - earlier than 1am Eastern time Date switch might be made Same day. Date of request On a business day - after 1am Eastern time Date switch shall be made The switch might be processed the next enterprise day after it is requested. Date of request Date switch will be made On a non-business day The switch might be processed the following enterprise day after it's requested. Performance information might have modified since the time of publication. It might be one of the best ways to transfer money but how do you know the place to start? Do you have to have particular data for the switch to go through? Here is every little thing you have to know about making a bank transfer. Perpetrators operating a scam may ship a fraudulent certified examine after which ask for some of the funds to be returned to them by wire transfer. The banks, lenders, and credit card companies usually are not liable for any content posted on this site and do not endorse or assure any evaluations. Wherever potential, use multifactor authentication to log in to third-party apps for extra security. Also, avoid utilizing cash management apps or your online financial institution accounts on public Wi-Fi networks, that are generally much less safe.

Instead of a bank-to-bank switch which can take longer to be processed, you'll be able to decide for your recipient to obtain your transfer of funds as a money pickup. This is often a a lot sooner method of getting money urgently to your recipient. One massive promoting level of WorldRemit is that 90% of transfers are authorised in minutes, making it an excellent option for sending quick bank transfers compared to utilizing a traditional financial institution. Typically, whenever you open a brand new account at your current bank or credit union, it is automatically linked to your existing accounts so you presumably can rapidly transfer cash between them. When you open your account, you can fund your new account with your existing one. To full a bank switch, you’ll need information about the sender and receiver accounts. If you open a new financial savings account, you can hyperlink your present checking account for automated transfers. Once the account is confirmed, you can set up transfers from the sending bank’s web site or app. Select the sending and receiving accounts, and enter the quantity to be transferred and the date for the transaction to happen. From there, you can often see which date the funds are anticipated to be available within the receiving account.

Bank Card Assets

Ads served on our behalf by these corporations don't include unencrypted private data and we limit the usage of private information by corporations that serve our advertisements. You may visit the person websites for additional data on their knowledge and privateness practices and opt-out choices. You can avoid money switch and P2P fee scams by following greatest practices. Several totally different choices for sending and receiving money are available. Protections are limited to when somebody steals your Zelle account or password and uses it to ship money. In addition, should you send cash to the incorrect person or transfer the incorrect amount, you could be out of luck. Extensive worldwide community of places so you presumably can ship money internationally. Cash out immediately from the in-app wallet to a debit card for a 1.5% payment. You’re limited to sending and receiving a most of $1,000 per 30 days. Here's a rundown of one of the best ways to ship money to friends and family.

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Adam B. Frankel is a MarketWatch Guide staff contributor and portfolio supervisor. When he’s not managing cash within the inventory market, he teaches financial matters and different core concepts at local faculties from elementary via highschool. Our consultants have been helping you master your cash for over 4 many years. Whatever the rationale, most individuals must send cash to a member of the family, pal or someone else at one time or another. There are several methods to do this electronically, each with its own advantages. To transfer money between accounts at Wells Fargo and accounts at one other bank, select Add Non-Wells Fargo Accounts. Set up automated recurring transfers to your Wells Fargo financial savings account, and watch your steadiness grow. If you’re sending money overseas, there are some key terms it’s helpful to grasp. CDs are a sort of financial savings account with a hard and fast price and term, and normally have higher interest rates than regular savings accounts. On the provider’s price estimator software on-line, you’ll see more than a dozen mixtures of sending channels, cost strategies and supply choices. PayPal provides free transfers in the us whenever you fund with a bank account or PayPal stability. CNBC Select recommends LendingClub which constantly advertises a high APY. You'll want an initial $100 deposit to open the account, but afterward, there's no minimal balance required. You can achieve this by logging in to your on-line account or calling the issuer. Note that not all accounts are eligible for steadiness transfers, although Wells Fargo does not specify how that is determined. For instance, let's say you need to transfer a $1,000 stability from a card with a 20% APR. On March 19, 2021, Nacha’s operating guidelines expanded to allow same-day settlement of most ACH transactions. According to Nacha’s rules, USD bank transfers are usually delivered within one to two business days, and ACH debit transfers should be processed and delivered by the following business day. Some banks would possibly maintain on to funds delivered through ACH switch for a few days, however this varies by monetary institution. But if a wire switch is initiated late on a Friday, it might not be delivered till the following Monday. International bank transfers between the US and other nations most frequently use the SWIFT network. SWIFT was based in 1973 to attach over 11,000 banks and monetary institutions in over 200 nations. Each monetary market has a clearing home that validates and finalizes transactions between consumers and sellers.

Reader Success Tales

For instance, one financial institution branch may provide in-person financial institution switch payments. Another might need glorious options for an online bank switch or digital fee. You may have the flexibility to send cash to a overseas account by way of your common online banking.

It also permits teenagers to be added as licensed customers, giving the adult account holders management of the Cash App options they'll entry.

A financial institution transfer can be inner, meaning the transfer occurs between accounts on the similar financial institution, or exterior, with funds transferred between accounts at two totally different banks.

Zelle isn't made for purchasing or promoting things, and you’re not protected for these transfers.

Making positive that the account quantity and kind code are appropriate is an efficient first place to start out.

After submitting that info, you could have to confirm that you personal the external account. You usually do that by providing a username and password for that account or by confirming small “test” transfers between the 2 banks. Provide the opposite bank’s routing number and your account quantity at that bank. Generally, this may be into a CD that most closely matches the time period of your maturing CD. For instance, if you have a 1-year certificates concluding, they'd doubtless supply to roll your balance into a model new 1-year CD. ˜Out-of-network ATM withdrawal fees might apply except at MoneyPass ATMs in a 7-Eleven, or any Allpoint or Visa Plus Alliance ATM. To study more about our rating and evaluation methodology and editorial course of, take a look at our guide on How Forbes Advisor Reviews Banks. Customer is redirected again to the business’s web site for confirmation that the transaction has been accomplished. Banking-as-a-Service Embed monetary providers in your platform or product. Her work has appeared on Chime, Clever Girl Finance, RateGenius, and Mint Intuit, among other publications. Many customer transactions in Europe and Asia Pacific occur by way of bank transfer. Accommodating this kind of cost will make you more favorable to prospects who're used to paying this manner. Bacs is a membership organization made up of 16 prime UK banks. They’ll have to be enrolled in Zelle via their bank or credit union or register with the standalone app to claim the fee. External financial institution transfers let you transfer funds between banks or send funds to another particular person with out having to go to a department or ATM. Apple Pay, Google Pay, Samsung Pay Cash and Venmo are other ways to send cash to others utilizing an app. Transfers can take seconds or a few days, relying on the tactic chosen. Standard transfers are typically free, whereas an extra cost could apply for immediate transfers. Figure out funding in your next automotive or refinance with confidence. Online invoice pay companies, which send a verify or electronic payment to a merchant or vendor on your behalf. Yasmin is an completed Content Writer and Editor for MoneyTransfers.com, who specializes specializing in personal finance, pupil life, and business subjects. She can also be the founder of The Wallet Moth, a popular weblog focusing on money and life-style. Perhaps essentially the most straightforward approach to link your accounts at totally different banks is to log in to one of your accounts and search for a menu option to "Link External Accounts" or similar.

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vogelduggan73 · 2 months

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6 Ways To Transfer Money To Someone Else's Checking Account

When selecting a money transmitter, carefully evaluate each transfer charges and trade rates. Fees, overseas exchange rates and taxes may differ by model, channel, and placement primarily based on numerous elements. The Western Union® app lets you transfer cash to another checking account in just a few faucets. Date of request On a non-business day Date switch might be made The switch will be processed the next enterprise day after it's requested. Date of request On a enterprise day - earlier than 1am Eastern time Date switch will be made Same day. Date of request On a business day - after 1am Eastern time Date transfer will be made The switch will be processed the following enterprise day after it is requested. Date of request Date transfer might be made On a non-business day The transfer shall be processed the subsequent business day after it's requested. Performance information might have modified because the time of publication. It might be one of many best methods to switch cash however how are you aware the place to start? Do you have to have specific info for the switch to go through? Here is every little thing you need to learn about making a bank transfer. Perpetrators working a rip-off might send a fraudulent licensed check after which ask for some of the funds to be returned to them by wire transfer. The banks, lenders, and bank card firms are not responsible for any content posted on this site and don't endorse or guarantee any evaluations. Wherever possible, use multifactor authentication to log in to third-party apps for additional security. Also, keep away from using cash administration apps or your online bank accounts on public Wi-Fi networks, which are usually much less safe.

Instead of a bank-to-bank transfer which can take longer to be processed, you possibly can decide in your recipient to receive your switch of funds as a money pickup. This is often a much quicker method of getting money urgently to your recipient. One massive promoting point of WorldRemit is that 90% of transfers are authorised in minutes, making it a great possibility for sending fast bank transfers compared to using a traditional bank. Typically, if you open a brand new account at your present financial institution or credit union, it is mechanically linked to your present accounts so you can quickly move cash between them. When you open your account, you probably can fund your new account with your existing one. To full a financial institution switch, you’ll want details about the sender and receiver accounts. If you open a model new financial savings account, you can link your present checking account for automatic transfers. Once the account is confirmed, you presumably can set up transfers from the sending bank’s web site or app. Select the sending and receiving accounts, and enter the amount to be transferred and the date for the transaction to occur. From there, you can usually see which date the funds are expected to be available in the receiving account.

Credit Card Sources

Ads served on our behalf by these corporations don't include unencrypted personal data and we restrict the usage of private data by corporations that serve our ads. You can also visit the individual sites for added info on their information and privacy practices and opt-out options. You can avoid money transfer and P2P payment scams by following finest practices. Several different options for sending and receiving cash are available. Protections are restricted to when somebody steals your Zelle account or password and uses it to send money. In addition, when you ship cash to the wrong individual or transfer the incorrect amount, you could be out of luck. Extensive worldwide network of places so you'll find a way to ship cash internationally. Cash out immediately from the in-app pockets to a debit card for a 1.5% fee. You’re limited to sending and receiving a most of $1,000 per 30 days. Here's a rundown of one of the best methods to ship money to family and friends.

youtube

Adam B. Frankel is a MarketWatch Guide staff contributor and portfolio supervisor. When he’s not managing cash in the inventory market, he teaches monetary matters and different core ideas at local faculties from elementary by way of high school. Our consultants have been helping you grasp your money for over four a long time. Whatever the reason, most individuals need to ship cash to a family member, pal or another person at one time or another. There are a quantity of methods to attempt this electronically, each with its personal advantages. To switch cash between accounts at Wells Fargo and accounts at one other financial institution, select Add Non-Wells Fargo Accounts. Set up computerized recurring transfers to your Wells Fargo financial savings account, and watch your steadiness grow. If you’re sending money abroad, there are some key terms it’s useful to know. CDs are a type of savings account with a fixed fee and term, and often have higher interest rates than common savings accounts. On the provider’s value estimator device online, you’ll see greater than a dozen mixtures of sending channels, fee strategies and delivery choices. PayPal provides free transfers in the us if you fund with a checking account or PayPal steadiness. CNBC Select recommends LendingClub which consistently advertises a excessive APY. You'll want an preliminary $100 deposit to open the account, but afterward, there isn't any minimal balance required. You can do so by logging in to your on-line account or calling the issuer. Note that not all accounts are eligible for balance transfers, although Wells Fargo would not specify how that is decided. For example, for instance you want to switch a $1,000 steadiness from a card with a 20% APR. On March 19, 2021, Nacha’s working rules expanded to allow same-day settlement of most ACH transactions. According to Nacha’s guidelines, USD financial institution transfers are typically delivered within one to 2 business days, and ACH debit transfers must be processed and delivered by the following business day. Some banks may hold on to funds delivered through ACH switch for a couple of days, but this varies by monetary institution. But if a wire transfer is initiated late on a Friday, it may not be delivered till the following Monday. International bank transfers between the US and different countries most often use the SWIFT community. SWIFT was based in 1973 to attach over 11,000 banks and financial institutions in over 200 countries. Each financial market has a clearing home that validates and finalizes transactions between patrons and sellers.

Reader Success Tales

For example, one financial institution branch may provide in-person financial institution transfer payments. Another might need wonderful choices for an online bank transfer or electronic fee. You may have the power to send money to a international account through your common online banking.

It additionally permits teenagers to be added as approved customers, giving the adult account holders management of the Cash App options they'll access.

A bank transfer can be inner, that means the transfer occurs between accounts on the same financial institution, or exterior, with funds transferred between accounts at two completely different banks.

Zelle isn't made for buying or promoting things, and you’re not protected for those transfers.

Making positive that the account number and kind code are correct is a good first place to begin out.

After submitting that information, you could have to verify that you simply own the external account. You sometimes do this by providing a username and password for that account or by confirming small “test” transfers between the two banks. Provide the other bank’s routing quantity and your account quantity at that financial institution. Generally, this may be into a CD that most closely matches the time period of your maturing CD. For example, in case you have a 1-year certificates concluding, they'd doubtless supply to roll your steadiness into a model new 1-year CD. ˜Out-of-network ATM withdrawal fees could apply besides at MoneyPass ATMs in a 7-Eleven, or any Allpoint or Visa Plus Alliance ATM. To be taught extra about our rating and review methodology and editorial process, try our guide on How Forbes Advisor Reviews Banks. Customer is redirected again to the business’s website for affirmation that the transaction has been completed. Banking-as-a-Service Embed financial companies in your platform or product. Her work has appeared on Chime, Clever Girl Finance, RateGenius, and Mint Intuit, among different publications. Many customer transactions in Europe and Asia Pacific occur via financial institution switch. Accommodating this kind of fee will make you more favorable to customers who're used to paying this manner. Bacs is a membership group made up of 16 prime UK banks. They’ll need to be enrolled in Zelle by way of their financial institution or credit score union or register with the standalone app to assert the payment. External bank transfers let you switch funds between banks or send funds to a different person without having to go to a department or ATM. Apple Pay, Google Pay, Samsung Pay Cash and Venmo are different ways to send cash to others utilizing an app. Transfers can take seconds or a few days, depending on the tactic chosen. Standard transfers are usually free, while an extra charge could apply for fast transfers. Figure out funding on your next car or refinance with confidence. Online invoice pay companies, which ship a examine or digital fee to a service provider or vendor in your behalf. Yasmin is an accomplished Content Writer and Editor for MoneyTransfers.com, who specializes specializing in personal finance, pupil life, and enterprise subjects. She can additionally be the founder of The Wallet Moth, a well-liked weblog specializing in cash and life-style. Perhaps essentially the most straightforward method to link your accounts at different banks is to log in to considered one of your accounts and search for a menu option to "Link External Accounts" or related.

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runnawaythoughtswithme · 8 months

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Dear Internet,

I am writing to you because I need someone to know what's going on. I need someone to listen.

It's insane how one night can change the entire course of your life. But I never would have thought that one night and conversation with Andrew could change everything. But it did. Of all people Andrew... the goofy, dorky, cocky guy from my office. After July 29th life has not been the same and never will be.

He already had my number for work purposes. I'm the travel and events coordinator for our company and he travels once in a while. He recently had a bad travel experience back on July 18th and called me for help. I was happy to help and stayed awake that night til 1am for him to text me and say he finally landed and made it home safe. We weren't friends at the time, but I just cared because of his crappy travel situation. I think I also cared because when he called me and told me the situation he made light of it and was cracking jokes and making me laugh. I remember thinking what a cool and awesome person who can make lemonade out of lemons. Most people would just be upset and while he was, he also made the best of it and laughed about it.

July 29th comes around and it's about 830pm when I get a notification saying he added me on Snapchat. Now I know what you're thinking, really Snapchat? Yes really. Now I don't really use Snapchat anymore except for the occasional conversation with one of my 2 best friends. The conversation with him started out with a simple Hey. But within a couple hours, we discovered how much we have in common, conversation never slowed down or ran out of things to talk about, it just flowed. And I was grinning ear to ear the entire time.

I had been home alone the night before since my husband, Kyle, was out of town and wouldn't return til Sunday. So I was lonely and eventually I told Andrew that I was enjoying our conversation and it was nice because I was feeling lonely tonight, that he's really cool and I'm glad I'm getting to know him better. The conversation never slowed and before I knew it, it was 4am and he felt like my best friend. We had talked about our upbringing, traumas we've experienced like the fact that we have both been raped, the craziness of his ex-girlfriend, our families, friends, jobs, you name it and we had covered it. There was the occasional joke or innuendo and some casual flirting. But that got stronger as the night went on. By 4am I was sending him a few of the pictures from the boudoir shoot I had told him I did. And he was lusting over them hard but I didn't mind. I liked the attention but more importantly, I liked the attention from him.

A few more risque pictures are exchanged and then he tells me he's getting sleepy at 5am. I reply and he reads the message but no response. He fell asleep with the chat open. I'm on cloud 9 at this point and have gotten a second wind of energy so I'm wide awake. I scroll on TikTok and Instagram for a while before finally it's 630 and he messages me saying he's awake. He's a morning person. Annoying but he's used to waking up at the same time to meditate and then get ready for work so his internal clock just woke him up. At this point all I can think about is food so I work up the courage to ask him if he wants to hang out today and to my surprise he says yes, what do you want to do.

I start to panic because we don't talk or interact at work and yet we are going to go hang out, just the two of us, together. So I propose breakfast at Waffle House and mini golf. He says sounds great what time? I say meet you there at 830 because I needed to shower and get ready.

I choose an outfit that I knew he would like simply because it made my ass look great. Plus the romper was a little on the short side so bending over to play mini-golf would get his attention.

Now at this point of the story, I'm sure you're thinking, "But wait she has a husband what is she doing basically going on a date with another guy??" But what you need to know about my husband is that we have been together for 8 years, married for 4 of those, and we don't communicate. Before you say "All men don't communicate," Kyle is different. I'm not joking when I say we DO NOT communicate, talk, or anything. Talking, communicating, and arguing, all require both people to speak. Kyle never speaks or voices his opinion or side or feelings or anything. When we do 'argue' it's me talking at him than sitting in silence and waiting for Kyle to respond and eventually all he says is I'm sorry, I love you, I don't know what to say. It has ALWAYS been that way. We don't talk or have conversations like normal people or normal couples. There is nothing but me talking and Kyle either doesn't respond, says I don't know, or just okay whatever you want or think honey.

Back to Andrew... I pulled up to Waffle House right next to him not realizing it, and was so incredibly nervous I didn't know if I would even be able to get out of the car but somehow I did. We said good morning walked inside and sat in a booth. After ordering our food, our conversation picked right back up with us laughing and just having a good time. Food and drinks come and the conversation is still going. He's the kind of guy who is funny without really trying, he just jokes around and you laugh. I took a sip of my coffee after swallowing a bite of food and he mimicked the waitress that had been repeating the same phrase in the same tone of voice at every table, and it was too funny not to laugh. But with coffee just at the front of my lips, I spit it all over him. Yes VERY MORTIFYING. Glad we can agree on that. His white t-shirt was now covered in slattered coffee. I think my face turned the brightest shade of red humanly possible. I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself alive in it with humiliation. I apologized over and over and he said it was okay and just laughed at me. We eventually made it to mini golf, established the rules, and that loser buys snow cones.

But never expected for the day to go the way it did....

TO BE CONTINUED...

#annonymous #writing #personal #personal blog #blog #dear diary #real life #messy life

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yllem · 11 months

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Tori's Bachelorette Weekend

I am writing this in May, so it has been two months since the affair. I will do my best to recap what I can, but may be missing some details!

Friday: Uncle Mark drives us to the airport. Laura and I meet him at his house and when we are a few minutes late, he asks if we have walked. We get Tori and see Patrick and the boys are at the casino. It is 4am. We are flying out of Midway and Cassie misses her flight. I sit next to Tori and chat most of the flight. Laura is in front of us in the middle seat. We land, get our bags, change, then pick up the rental car where Molly and Nicole meet us.

The five of us go to Target and stock up on things. We head to Jojo's Coffeehouse next for brunch. i do not drink since I am driving. Grace and Cassie meet us there. We get margaritas next from the place next door and get to sit outside! They were very tasty. We go to the Cubs game next and sit on the lawn. It is the most perfect day. Nicole, Tori, Grace, and I get matching hats. We come back and Molly has two little boys running laps around our group. The Cubs win! We go to the Airbnb after to change for dinner. This place is just okay. Connor and I return our rental car during, so we miss the partying. We meet the group at Riot after. We have take lots of pictures and dance. Connor isn't let back in after taking a call outside because he is wearing crocs. We all go back for an early day the next.

Saturday: We plan to go on a longer hike, but realize it is 45 minutes away. We decided to see the hole in the rock which is a 0.3 mile walk. We get the pictures outside and wear our disco shirts. We stop at Dutch Bros after for coffee and enjoy it outside. Molly, Laura, and I rode in the trunk of the car which was funny. We make jokes about the middle row not offering to rotate. Brunch is at RNR gastropub. Food was good, we decide to spend the afternoon at the pool before clubs in the evening. We play bags, beer pong, and just enjoy the nice weather. Tori ends up with sun poisoning, but we do our best to make her disco happen! We play some drinking games later in the evening, but she is mostly in bed. Grace, Nicole, Cassie, Laura and I stay up the latest and even start a fire outside. We go to bed around 12/1am.

Sunday: Sunday is our last full day at the airbnb! Grace leaves, Maddie arrives. We hit up some wine bar and accidentally go to someone's house in our uber! After we get coffee and decide on another pool day. Cassie starts getting on people's nerves more and more. Molly creates a power hour with beer to make sure we drink it all. It works and is a lot of fun!

We go to Cake which is a club and get free bottle service. Laura is annoying thinking this is a place to troll for men and ends up making out with some ugly ass dude. Cassie also makes out with someone. She eats shit after I cut her off when trying to sneak another drink. We get bounced. I offer to take her home. They let us stay. I never catch up on the level of drunk as everyone else which is annoying. I have to chase Cassie down the street and hold her down. I get her into an uber and she tries to escape, but I don't let her. I drop her off and leave her with Molly and Cassie. She at some point flail punches Molly in the face. I go back to the club. We spend the evening gossiping about Cassie with Maddie and then eat pizza rolls.

Monday: Most people fly out early. Me, Laura, and Tori are the last ones. We have a case of the sillies and pick a grill for lunch. It turns out to be on a golf course. We get fries and a beer and salads which are tasty. Tori flies home. Laura and I have a layover. She was a pain in the ass at the airport.

Great weekend nonetheless!

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fanfictonlover · 1 year

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Donghyuck’s Favorite Nurse part I

Synopsis: You are Haechan’s private duty nurse… 😉

Genre: Some fluff, flirting, work life balance

“Why do I always have to go there at noon?! That’s too close to my lunch break.” You pout. You are pacing back in forth in your nursing agency manager’s office.

Your boss rolls her eyes and exhales. “That’s the time your client chose, ok. And besides that’s when he wakes up. Everyone knows this. Do you want to go there at 1am instead?” She crosses her arms with a smirk.

You wave your hands no dramatically. “When can I change my assignment?” You smile cutely hoping to get the answer you want.

“I honestly don’t know. He requested for you specifically so…”

“WHat?! When were you going to tell me this?”

Your boss gives you a blank stare.

“I thought I was taking this assignment temporarily until his original nurse returns from maternity leave?!”

“… yeah she quit.”

“When?”

“Yesterday…”

“Are you kidding me?! So I’m stuck with this assignment?”

“Looks like it.” Your boss smiles.“What’s the big deal? He’s one of our few VIPs left and he’s the highest paying at the moment. You are also one of our best nurses on staff that have experience in cardiac.”

“Whatever… thanks… but I can’t believe you didn’t tell me his nurse quite.”

“…Ex nurse…” Your boss grins. “Byeeee… it will be over before you know it. Its only four hours… then you can eat.” She escorts you gently but quickly out of her office. She closes and locks the door behind you.

“Wow…” You take a deep breath and head to your parked car.

After 15 minutes of driving through Seoul traffic you arrive at you VIP patient’s luxury apartment.

Inside you enter an elevator and travel up to the 5th floor.

On the 5th floor you deliberately slow down your step to extend your peace as much as possible. Standing outside your patient’s door. You take a very deep and exaggerated breath and press the doorbell. You make sure you are visualized on the built in camera lens.

You wait for about 20 seconds which feel like forever before the door opens slowly. You peak over with a forced smile.

“Hi, I’m the nurse here to assess Lee Donghyuck for his noon appointment.”

“Still calling me Mr. Lee… that’s my dad… call me Donghyuck please. Come in already!” A paler than usual Donghyuk wearing a baggy gray hoodie over a white T-shirt is standing in front of you with a serious case of bed hair. You follow his command and enter the apartment.

“I just woke up… about 10 minutes ago.” He yawns loudly as he closes the door behind you.

“How have you been feeling?” You place you bag on the coffee table in the living room.

“Fine I guess.” Still behind you, his eyes slowly travel up your body.

“Any more chest pain or tightness?”

“Nope… just been tired a lot lately. I have like no energy. I feel weak as fuck all the time.”

“Did you eat today?”

“No. I’m so hungry.” He walks around you and sits down on the sofa with a look of sorrow. He rubs his tummy.

“You have to eat Donghyuck.”

“I don’t know what I want to eat. And I’m too weak to cook anything, and takeout don’t fit my diet plan. This is so annoying.” He crosses his arms and slams his head back on the sofa.

There is a moment of silence then he looks at you with a bright smile. “Can you cook for me… pleeease?”

As you have heard from colleagues his aegyo can shoot through your soul. You try to avoid his gaze and pouting lips.

“Please, please, please, pleeeease?”

“STOP… I’ll cook you something after I examine you, ok?”

“Okay” He speaks with a baby voice. Then he suddenly jumps up takes off his hoodie and T shirt revealing his bare torso. You still haven’t gotten used to seeing it.

He skips to his room and plops back first on his bed. “I’m ready!”

You grab your bag and head to his bedroom.

When you step inside his bedroom you see him in a starfish position. You’re annoyed and tickled at the same time.

“Hurry! I’m hungry.” He continues to pout.

You don gloves, pull out your stethoscope and sanitize it.

The moment you place the diaphragm on his upper chest.

“Oooh it’s cold.” He giggles and begins to stare at you.

You continue to auscultate his heart, lungs, and abdominal sounds as he stares up at you expressionless.

Next you palpate all his pulses starting with the neck and ending with the feet. You remove more tools from your bag and measure his vital signs, and perform a 12 lead ECG. “All of your pulses are present. Your vital signs are good. Your ECG is normal sinus rhythm, which is what we want…” You look up and catch him still staring. “Is everything ok Donghyuck??”

“Yeah… why you ask?” He wonders innocently.

“Well… you’re staring. Is there something you want to say to me?”

“Um… no. I was staring… at you? Yeah right.” He smirks while continuing to stare at you intently.

“Are you still hungry?”

“Of course…” He folds his arms behind his head. “You smell sooo good…” A tiny smirk forms.

“…Uh… thank you Mr. Lee” You try to mask your discomfort. He continues to stare.

“… You know it’s just us here. The others are running errands or with their lovers.” He grins broadly.

Your mouth drops for a split second. “I don’t think you should have told me that.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I trust you with this information.” He turns on his side and faces you. “Did you ever wonder why I requested you as my nurse?” His smirk and eyes widens with anticipation.

“Nope not at all” You lie with a straight face. You avoid his gaze and the flesh of his torso.

“Not even once? I find that hard to believe… well… you can do whatever you want to me. I won’t stop you.” He nods approvingly.

“Mr. Donghyuck!!”

He begins to laugh hysterically.

You stand up to leave. “I’m going to prepare your lunch.”

He mutters under his breath just loud enough for you to hear. “I rather eat you, but ok.” He lays back flat on his back.

Your eyes widen. You pretend you heard nothing and quicken your pace towards the kitchen.

“What is wrong with him today?!” You open the fridge door and scan the ingredients. “He’s way more flirty than usual… I guess he’s bored” You grab all the vegetables you can find. You grunt. “I can’t believe I’m making food for a functioning grown man that’s not my husband… and I didn’t even eat yet!”

You start chopping the vegetables.

“Are you ok?”

You hear his small voice creep up from behind. You force a pleasant tone. “Oh, nothing just fixing you something to eat.”

“Did you eat?”

“No…” You hear the concern in his voice and turn to glance at him. You watch him move closer to you. You also see he has put his shirt back on.

“Well, we can eat together… if you don’t mind. I really don’t like eating by myself.” He leans over to try and peak at what you’re making. “It looks good.”

“Really? I just started.” A small smile forms.

“Whoa…”

“What?”

“You finally smile.” Donghyuck leans on the kitchen countertop next to you and stares up at you in awe.

“Oh come on…” You turn and continue to chop vegetables.

“Really. You know how hard it has been for me to put a smile on your face?”

“… you’re joking.”

“No, I’m serious. I’ve been wanting to see your smile since I met you last month.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Um… maybe” He smirks at your astonishment at his bold reply.

“Donghyuk… please stop. I’m your nurse for today.”

“Ok… wait. What do you mean for today?” His mouth drops.

You guide the chopped vegetables into two large bowls. “I honestly don’t find this time the most convenient for my schedule.”

“Why??”

“Because this is the time I usually eat lunch.” You step away and open the fridge. You grab a pack of raw tuna.

“Well that’s perfect. You can just eat with me. I usually eat alone at this time. I hate that.” His voice trails off.

You roll your eyes. “I like to eat alone sometimes.” You return to your chopping station and start creating thin slices of tuna.

“… Ok…”

“I’m sorry…”

He shrugs. “It’s fine. You’re here now so might as well sleep- I mean eat with me.” He smiles broadly.

You ignore that last comment and finally finish making his lunch. You prepared two large colorful bowls of salad with a side of tuna slices. You both sit across from each other at the dinning table.

“Thank you. I really appreciate this.” He takes in a mouthful of salad.

“You’re welcome… Mr. Lee.”

His eyes widen at you. He breaths hard through his nostrils as he chews.

You smirk at his frustration and begin to eat.

“That was so good.” He leans back and rubs his tummy while licking his lips.

“Thanks, I’m glad you enjoyed the meal.”

He stands up and enters the kitchen. He grabs two bottles of water from the fridge. He sits back down at the dining table and hands you a bottle.

“Thank you.”

He smiles softly.

You remove the top and take a sip of water.

He begins gazing at you again. “Now I want desert.”

You fight the urge not to roll your eyes. Not wanting to prepare another dish for this fully functioning adult. You think to yourself. I want to go home… Through a forced smile and professional tone. “What would you like for dessert?”

He continues to stare at you. His lips are slightly parted. He doesn’t answer.

You lean back and finish your bottle of water with one last gulp. You stand up to throw it away.

“Ahh… shit! That hurts… ahhh…”

You whip around and see he is slumped over clenching his chest with his eyes shut tight.

“Oh no…” You run to him. “Donghyuck?! Are you ok?! Mr.Lee?!!” You gently slide him off the chair, and lay him down on the floor. Now on your knees you palpate his carotid artery at the neck. He still has a pulse.

“Mr. Lee!” You shake his shoulders. He is silent with his eyes still closed. He appears to be sleeping.

You also notice his chest rise. He is still breathing. “Mr. Lee!”

You shake his shoulders once more. Still no response. You lean closer to his face. With a soft whisper you utter. “Donghyuck… please…wake up…”

He instantly opens his eyes. “Ok” He swiftly flips you on your back.

Now looking up at him, you are completely startled… and speechless.

“The answer is you… I want you for dessert.” He leans in to kiss you.

You turn your head to avoid his lips.

After two minutes of squirming under him and avoiding his lips you finally speak. “Why are you doing this?!”

“You really don’t know…? I like you.”

“Sure, now get off of me!” You slap his face hard.

“Ow… what was that for? Hmm?” He quickly moves away from you.

“That’s for faking a heart attack!”

“Im sorry… but… you were ignoring me.”

“No I did not!”

He begins to smirk. “You want to date?”

“No…! I am your nurse. Mr. Lee we-“

“Will you please stop calling me that.” His tone is stern.

You nod quickly realizing he is serious.

“I like you, and I want to date you… are you interested?” He looks at you longingly.

“Donghyuck…” You are at a loss for words.

He watches you and when you make eye contact he winks at you.

You quickly stand up and begin to clean up the table. You start washing the now empty bowls.

He stands up and follows you into the kitchen.

“I know it is sudden, but I don’t get to meet women a lot… especially women like you.”

“After I finish cleaning this bowl I’m leaving. I will tell my agency to send you another nurse from now on.”

“I will refuse and ask for you instead… again… and again.” His voice is soft, almost a whisper.

“Then I’ll join another agency.” You quickly snap back.

“I’ll find you.” He leans towards you with a playful smile.

You lean away and finish washing the dishes. “I don’t understand. You are a popular idol with women throwing themselves at you every day. Why me? Are you messing with me? Do you get a kick out this??”

He goes into deep thought. “… I have a type… I’m seriously interested in you… I don’t date my fans.”

“Really… so I guess I have to take your word for it.” You step around him and head out the kitchen.

He grabs your arm and pulls you towards him.

Your chest collides into his. You’re forced to face his handsome face just an inch apart from yours. You gulp down hard.

He suddenly kisses you. The kiss soon evolves into a deep and passionate dance of the tongues. He grips your waist as you completely surrender to him.

The end of part 1

Part 2 exist😉

#Donghyuck’s favorite #donghyuck #haechan #Kpop #nct dream #nct 127 #fanfiction #Lee Donghyuk #nurse #heart #flirt

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howl-irl · 2 years

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Hey massive tw for this post. I'm gonna be recounting my life through out the years to the best of my ability, considering the fact that it is 1am and I have heaps of trauma.

Kindergarten. I used to eat a lot of ego waffles, cottage cheese, and goldfish crackers. I took a yoga class my best friends mom taught. My mum broke my nose. Whenever I felt like I had done something wrong I would slam my head into the wall or run my mum's razor up my thumb. I went into foster care because my mom made an attempt on her own life. She went to rehab. The only memory I have of my father is that he built my barbie dream house. In my foster home the parents told me I didn't deserve to be there, they locked me in the laundry room when I would cry myself to sleep, the other children stole a drawing my mother gave me and told me there were monsters in the laundry room. I liked boys, which was normal and expected of me but what was out of the norm was how unborthered I was with the idea of liking girls and my two boyfriends who also were dating but no one took that seriously.

Grade one. My great aunt and uncle foster me. Things are good for the most part. I cry myself to sleep because of how much I miss my mum and I visit her rehab center but things are normal. I do gymnastics, I have a best friend, I watch Wild Krats, I strangely, for the first and only time in my life have straight hair. My great uncle reads me Harry Potter, I get to feed the cat. Then my mum regains custody. I have to live with her and my Nana, I'm in two car accidents. My Nana convinces my mum I'm lactose intolerant.

Grade two. My mum moves us to a town in the middle of the desert. I'm basically the queen bee at school, other than the fact that I'm being relentlessly bullied. I form a cheer squad. My mum becomes a drunk, and goes on a dose of sleep meds that was far too high. Our neighbors are creepy and I'm not allowed in most of the backyard. I live in an underground safe house for what feels like months. I start counseling incase I saw my mum's boyfriend break her arm, I didn't but then I knew.

Grade three. Me and mum move house, I get groomed. I burn my hand with boiling water. I fend for myself but she hasn't stopped buying groceries yet. We leave the desert town because booze was too cheap there. I am homeschooled and learn only what I am interested in. I move into my God mum's house with my mother this time. There is black mould, we move house again. I return to public school. I start taking care of my God sisters while my god mum works and my mum does nothing. I take up basketball. I play only the dad in house. I start the coding club then get thrown out by boys. I have a huge crush on my two female best friends.

Grade four. My lungs get really bad from the black mould. I go on an inhaler, people stick pine needles in my inhaler. I can no longer sleep until I make sure the girls are in bed. I make them their meals, help them pick outfits, help get them to bed, help with homework, make sure they do their chores. Then I'm jealous of them, because when our parents step up and be parents it's for them. I grow resentful. My mum gets engaged.

Grade five. I leave for a city that is not in my province and is either too hot or too cold. My mum is to be married to a man I feel I can call dad. He reads me The Hobbit. I get Build-A-Bears and go to Costco. I get driven to school, I get an American Girl doll. I have pets and a play room. I am being bullied and the only circle that accepts me are the hard of hearing kids. I start hysterical laughing when I am stressed. My teacher is creepy about my favorite dress. Then, the part I do not like talking about happens. My parents start trying to make me hate the other one. Me and my mum are asked not to return after going home for Christmas. I never see my pets again. I am homeless. We couch surf, get into a battered women's shelter then I am homeschooled once more, except this time I'm left alone in my bedroom and expected to teach myself. We start living in a shitty run down apartment with mice and people who stand outside our windows. I accidentally give myself second degree burns on the bottom of my stomach. I listen to The Hunger Games readings on YouTube on repeat. I start roleplaying in the chats of nightcore live streams.

Grade six. I come out as a lesbian to test the waters on me being queer. My mum does not care because my mum is off hooking up with old me. I date my first love. She assaults and dumps me. I get Amino and Tik Tok. Someone tries to groom me. I come out as trans. I form an unhealthy bond with a then 15 year old. I am basically his trauma dumping grounds but he loves me and he is my best friend. I meet a boy on Amino. He is wonderful and we form a rich friendship and eventually date. I start hitting myself. I come out to my mom, she tells me I'm wrong. I puke at summer camp because I'm not used to eating food.

Grade seven. I give myself a hair cut. I bind unsafely. Me and my boyfriend break up briefly. I am subjected to a "bottom test" I cannot sleep with the lights off for weeks. I stay up all night making sure my mum comes home safe. She tells me I ruined her life. I run away a couple days after my birthday with only what was in my school bag. I move in with my dad and grandma. I have at this point little to no relationship with my father. I attempt in the school bathroom because my first love says she hates me. I cut with a rock and then scissors and finally a pencil sharpener blade. The pandemic hits. I make an attempt on my life, fail and tell no one. I spend a lot of time with music and one friend. I sleep all day and most nights. My room consists of a mattress on the floor for a long long time.

Grade eight. My mum tries to win me back. I am very alone. Me and my boyfriend break up again. I date a boy. He rapes me and my friend and drugs us. I tell no one. I am in love with first love again. She uses me for my body. She is in love with several others and wants me only when it is convenient. All my other friends leave me. I tell my counselor about my S/H my dad stops letting me have my phone at night. My grandma does not, being completely oblivious to the entire thing. I almost fail school. I find I have a passion for Shakespeare.

Grade nine. Me and my first love date and she assured me it wouldn't be like the first time. It was exactly like the first time. She was cheating on me and only dated me in the months she couldn't hold the one she truly desired. I got back with my boyfriend from 6th grade. I leave my first love friendship wise. My boyfriend cheats. I leave him. I make another attempt on my life. I have no friends. First love comes back into the picture. I am stuck in an abusive friendship, she is still with the one she left me for but desires me. I desire the one she is with. He and I break it off with her and date. It is rough for both of us. I start smoking. A law is past that pretty much gives my rapist a pass. I have a breakdown. I tell no one. I start therapy. I break up with my boyfriend. I'm made to think that he attempted twice in that week. He told me he did not. I am now bumbling through life ranting to the moon and the void afraid that as soon as I press post my story will be out there and someone will know me almost as well as I know myself.

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thatonceandfutureprat · 2 years

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Wolves are starting to become a problem to the herds of sheep being near their living/hunting grounds, to the point where they just kill bc their predator instinct kicks in (aka sheep start running = wolf starts chasing and biting) and don’t really eat the sheep. A group called Wolves in the Netherlands stated that we’ve “forgotten how to protect our herds from wolves, and we’ll need to re-learn it.”

Interestingly, just last week I read an (older) article on their own site about how people used to drive away wolves. Which was by organising large groups to herd wolves into nets or strategic landmarks, and kill them. So uhh...

#wolves have returned to the netherlands in the last four/five years or so #the last one was killed near the end of the 19th century #and since then this place has changed and developed by and for humans #now I'm not saying I'm against wolves being back #but with us owning sheep it DOES make me nervous #they're getting closer and closer and while we live in a very busy and rural area #wolves clearly don't give a shit lmao #and the sheep we do have are more of a break-even investment than one that makes us enough money #to buy anything that would keep sheep safe from predators that we haven't had in a few hundred years #I'd rather the wolves stay in the wooded areas where the overpopulations of deer and d swine live but animals have no concept of borders #or fencing for that matter #HECK my horse was sleeping outside in paddocks at a hotel when a wolf was hit by a truck a few km away from our location #hearing that a day later ALSO MADE ME NERVOUS. BECAUSE I WAS OUTSIDE WITH HER AT 1AM AT NIGHT #I fecking screamed at a bunny running away from me like asdlfkasdjf #not a wise thing to do from my side either in an area where we KNOW wolves live #thinking of that just makes me more nervous for our sheep and I should just shut up and go to sleep now asldkfajsdf

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noctumbra · 3 years

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peaches: nine [part one]

summary ─ “holy shit,” bucky breathed as he took in the sight before him. “happy fucking birthday to me, indeed.”

pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, age difference (reader is 21, bucky is 39 40), secret relationship, birthday sex, vaginal sex, lingerie, kissing, pet names, dirty talk, d/s undertones, fluff, oral sex

a/n ─ for our buck’s birthday, i present you a peaches one-shot lol it’s been so long since i wrote them, i missed them sm <33 thank you nonnie for the idea 😌 there you go, part one, 3.9k words lmao hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333

(the lingerie is veery similar to this one, by the way. minus the lace beneath the bra part and the string in the middle [attached to the neck] ++ this is the plug)

peaches masterlist

Bucky wasn’t fond of his birthday this year. He was turning 40 and wasn’t exactly happy about it. Every day leading up to his fortieth birthday, he watched himself in his mirror, watched the grays and whites in his beard and hair multiplying and becoming more visible.

Although she said that she loved how they made him look even sexier, Bucky couldn’t help but feel a bit old. The age gap between them wasn’t an issue, they had discussed it before, but he just couldn’t help himself. Now that he was now 40, he felt self-conscious. He was old while she was young ─ 21, to be exact─ and he had grays in his hair and beard and lines on his face─

“Fuck this,” Bucky grumbled to himself as he frowned at his reflection on the mirror. He knew Steve and Sam were planning something for his birthday, they were never slick about it. He also knew his other friends would be there, too, and maybe his sister. He didn’t want to celebrate his birthday this year, but he had no excuse to use.

“Fuck this, Jesus Christ,” he grunted this time. Bucky walked towards his closet and picked out his usual dark jeans, dark gray henley and a black t-shirt to wear beneath. Just as he put on his jeans and pulled his t-shirt on, he heard a bang coming from his living room. He frowned at first, but then chuckled when he heard her voice: “I’m fine!” Bucky shook his head with a smile on his lips. She was the only thing that was going to make his birthday party tolerable, he knew it.

A minute later, she appeared at his bedroom door with his favorite smile on her face. “Sir!” She exclaimed, making him chuckle. “Today is your birthday! How is it feel to be old?” His mood deflating a little, he shrugged.

“I don’t know,” he said, “My back ache decided to take the day off. Ask me again when it comes back.” She laughed. Crossing the threshold, she threw herself on his arms.

“Happy birthday,” she whispered, her hot breath licking his neck and sending shivers down his spine. “I’m glad you’re getting old healthily.” Bucky snorted. “I don’t know what I’m saying, ignore me, please,” she murmured, a whine hidden behind her words.

“’s alright,” Bucky murmured back. “Thank you, peaches.” Giggling silently, she pulled back and looked at him. Bucky swore that none of the women that he used to be with made him feel this way just by looking at him the way she did: All cared about and loved. A smile took over her face, and she lifted herself on her tiptoes. Her soft lips found his gently. His eyes closing, Bucky held her close to him and let her kiss him.

She moaned into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck while a hand dove inside his hair. Bucky walked blindly towards the nearest flat surface, which was the wall next to his closet, and caged her between his body and the surface. Pulling back for a breath, Bucky moved his lips down to her neck. He kissed her there so gently all the time because it was her sensitive spot: Always got her gasping and whining, and today was no different. He heard her gasp and swallow a whine when she felt his lips on her neck.

A pull on his hair, Bucky lifted his head and captured her lips again. He swallowed all the moans, whimpers and gasps she let out. She felt so good in his arms, in his space, Bucky wanted to keep her forever and not being judged about it.

“Okay, I take it back,” she breathed when Bucky pulled back. “You’re not a old man, okay.” Bucky smirked.

“Oh, baby,” he said. “A kiss is nothing. You should see what I can do with the rest of my body.” She shuddered in his arms, and Bucky tightened his hold on her body.

“I’m aware of the capabilities that your ‘old man’ body has,” she grumbled. Bucky chuckled and lowered her on the ground. She fixed her clothes and hair, trying not to look like she just made out. When she was done, she lifted her head and kissed Bucky on the cheek. “Happy birthday, again,” she whispered. Bucky smiled. She kissed him on the lips one last time and pulled back. “I gotta go. I sneaked out, I was supposed to be helping Papa.” Bucky nodded.

“Alright,” he said. “I’ll see you tonight.” He frowned when she suddenly looked bashful.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tonight.” She smiled and fled. Bucky continued to frown after her, not understanding what just happened.

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If Bucky had to be honest, Sam and Steve didn’t go overboard with his birthday party. It was low-key; there was Sam, Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Clint, Thor and her. Rebecca was supposed to be attending, too, but she had a last minute thing about work. She called him in the morning, and they already scheduled a breakfast date/belated birthday party for Saturday. It was nice. The cake had a small card saying ‘happy b-day gramps’, and there was exactly forty candles which Bucky knew it was Sam’s doing. He rolled his eyes playfully. It didn’t sting that much; he knew his friends were just playing with him because almost all of them were around the same age.

Bucky sighed quietly, breathing in the late night’s crisp air deeply, he closed his eyes for a second. He was happy. He had his family he called two days a week, his friends who were bunch of dumbasses but he loved them anyway.

He also had Y/N.

God, Bucky thought, recalling the memory they had about having a future and a family together. He wanted to tell Sam and Steve, but he was truly afraid of their reaction. At the end, they trusted him with their daughter, they thought she saw him as an uncle not as a lover. When their relationship came out, it was going to be a shitshow, Bucky was sure of it. She was worth every trouble, though.

“Hey,” Bucky jumped lightly when he heard her. He beamed and his lips split into a smile.

“Hi,” Bucky said, silently inviting her to be close to him. She inched closer, almost snuggling up at him.

“How did you find your party so far?” She asked, nudging him a bit. Bucky shrugged. He liked it. It was fun and didn’t actually feel like a birthday party; it was more like a comeback together party.

“It was nice,” he ended up saying. “I had fun.” She hummed. “The candles were a nice touch,” he added and got a small laugh out of her.

“Yeah, they were my idea,” she admitted. “Papa loved it, though.” Bucky chuckled.

“Shoulda known,” he murmured. She smiled and snuggled against his arm. It took almost all of his will power to not pull her into his arms and cuddle her right here. He knew he couldn’t do it, not when all of his friends were around let alone her parents.

“Can I come by your place tonight?” She asked. “I wanna give you my gift.” Bucky nodded absently.

“You didn’t have to buy me anything, honey, you know that right?” Bucky said, his voice gentle and low. She nodded and shrugged at the same time. “You can also give me your gift now, too, if you want.” She ducked her head down.

“It’s not that kind of gift, Sir,” she whispered, causing Bucky’s eyes widen. “I prefer to give it to you when we are alone.” Bucky licked his lips, swallowing audibly.

“Alright,” he muttered. “How about 1AM?”

“That’s fine,” she agreed. She kissed his cheek before pulling back, Bucky immediately missed her warmth next to him. “I’ll see you then, Sir,” she said. Bucky nodded.

He felt like he was in for something and he couldn’t wait to figure out what it was.

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Bucky returned home quarter to midnight, claiming that he was tired and stuffed full with sugar and its energy was finally wearing off. The others agreed; it was still a week-day at the end and most of his friends were working still.

He took a shower, trying to calm down and kill some time until 1AM. He was eager to see her, to have her company and enjoy it freely. It was hard enough to stop himself kissing her the way he wanted to after he blew his candles off, so some alone would do them good, Bucky knew it.

The more his will power was being tested, the more he thought about coming out clean to Sam and Steve. He didn’t want to hide their relationship. He wanted to take her out on dates without the fear of getting seen by some people Sam or Steve might know. He wanted to hold her hand, cuddle her on the couch or kiss her wherever and whenever he wanted to. He needed to discuss this with her first, though.

Mind full of ideas about how to tell them, Bucky stepped out of the shower and moved onto his kitchen after putting on only his sweatpants (no boxers, either, because they were gonna come off anyway). It was just half past midnight, and he had half an hour to spend by himself until she came. Bucky sighed as he grabbed a glass and filled it with water. He just stood in his dark kitchen, saved from the street lights sizzling inside through the window above the sink, sipping his water in silence.

He must have zoned out because he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the shy knock on his door. Setting down his glass, Bucky ran towards the door and opened it.

“Hi,” she breathed, quickly stepping inside and letting Bucky close the door behind her. She had casual clothes on, sweatpants and an oversize sweatshirt, but she took his breath away anyway.

“Hi, baby,” Bucky whispered and watched her getting shy delightfully. When he stepped closer to kiss her, she stepped back.

“Um,” she started, “I-I prefer─ with your gift, uh.” Stammering over her words, she played with her fingers. “Give me five minutes, and then come to the bedroom okay?” Bucky opened his mouth protest, but she was quick to shut him up. “Please, Sir?” Exhaling defeatedly, Bucky nodded.

“Alright,” he said, and she disappeared. The curiosity was eating him alive, but he wasn’t about to go and ruin this thing for her. If she wanted to give him a private gift, then she was going to give it to him on her own terms.

Walking back to his kitchen, Bucky fiddled with his half-full glass, playing with the water and sipping it sometimes.

He never knew that five minutes could feel like five centuries.

After his time was up, Bucky walked towards his bedroom, his heart beating faster with each step. The door was ajar. The major lights were off, but she chose to turn on the ones on the sides of his bed, they were dimmed. It gave the room a warmer vibe. His curtains were drawn, and Bucky could pick out the clothes she was wearing when she stepped inside his house. He moved his eyes on his bed, feeling his lungs stopped working, Bucky froze.

She was in the middle of his bed, sitting on knees. She had red lingerie set on her; the lace design bra was hugging her breasts nicely, the garter belt was around her waist and was attached to the thigh stockings and the matching underwear was carrying the same lace design with the bra. She looked so damn beautiful, Bucky didn’t know how to function.

“Holy shit,” he breathed as he took in the sight before him. “Happy fucking birthday to me, indeed.” She ducked her head down, shy and feeling a little bit self-conscious about her body. Bucky wasn’t going to have that. Not when she looked like a fucking goddess before him. He leaned forward, not getting on the bed, and grabbed her chin gently. Lifting it up, he found her eyes and looked right into them. “You look so beautiful,” he whispered. “I cannot believe you chose me, and you’re givin’ yourself to me as a gift.” She smiled. It was her shy and adorable one, Bucky loved it. “Peaches,” Bucky whispered once more. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day.” She chuckled.

“You promised me not to die on me until I’m right behind you, Barnes,” she whispered back, smiling widely. Bucky let out a soft chuckle and fully leaned into kiss her.

The second their lips touched, both of them moaned in relief. It wasn’t the first kiss they had shared that day, but this one was full of promises and things to come in the next few hours. So, Bucky half-climbed on the bed, cradled her face in his hands and kissed her the way he wanted to since the beginning of his party.

Her lips were so soft against his, caressing his slightly chapped ones so nicely, Bucky felt his heart flutter. She vaguely tasted like peaches, and Bucky pulled back just a tad to huff a laugh.

“You taste like peaches,” he whispered. She giggled.

“Yeah, I restocked my lip balm,” she answered and pulled him back into the kiss. Bucky groaned this time. Fully climbing on the bed, leaning over to make her lay on her back, Bucky settled between her legs. The kiss they were sharing went from soft to passionate quickly. Bucky’s hands were traveling all over her body as he tilted his face from side to side so that he could deepen the kiss as he wished.

“God, honey,” Bucky groaned as he lowered his lips to her neck. Kissing and sucking the soft skin there, Bucky rubbed his stubble all over her collarbones. He was about to move south, put his lips on her stomach and maybe give her an appropriate kiss on some place he knew so well, but she pushed him back.

“My gift, remember?” She said when she saw the confused look on his face. “Lingerie was just a side gift.” Bucky raised his brows as he pulled back a bit more to give her space. She smiled and flipped on her stomach. Her knees drawn up, hands flat on the sides of her head and her face plastered on his pillow, she wiggled her ass.

Her underwear was fucking backless.

“Motherfuck─” Bucky hissed. “What the fuck. Oh my God, peaches, what─” His hands were moving before he could process, grabbing two handful of flesh, Bucky squeezed them. She whimpered. Bucky pulled back one hand and brought it back harshly, slapping her soft flesh, making it burn.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered as she bit her lip.

“What the fuck─ is this─” Bucky’s eyes zeroed in on the plug nestled between her cheeks. It had a heart shaped base, red jewel adorning it. It looked so pretty, Bucky wanted to leave it just like that, but he also wanted to play with so damn bad. “Sweetheart. Are you sure?”

“Mmhm,” she hummed. “Wan’ you to do it, please, Sir?” She looked at him over her shoulder.

“Ah, fuck,” Bucky whispered to himself. She always begged him so pretty, never left a chance to say ‘no’, and this time wasn’t different. “Alright, baby,” Bucky said. His fingers pressing on the plug, pushing it a bit deeper. She moaned. She lifted her ass even more up in the air, and Bucky felt like he was dreaming.

Even if he was, this was the best dream he ever had, he was fucking sure of it.

Grumbling meaningless things to himself, Bucky grabbed the base of the cute plug. He could see how wet her pussy was, could see it glistening and wetting her inner thighs, and he honestly didn’t know if he wanted her pussy or her ass first.

“How long can you stay?” He asked, voice low. She sighed happily.

“’til seven,” she answered. She was half-slurring. Bucky hummed, knowing that he had a long time ahead of him to play with her properly, he got off the bed to take off his sweatpants. Sliding a finger under the garter belt, Bucky pulled and released it, making it slap her skin. Bucky watched her ass jiggle deliciously as she gasped lightly. He pressed kisses all the way up to her spine and reached into his drawer to pull out condoms. “Mm, no,” she said, “Got an IUD.”

“I’m loving you even more every second,” Bucky said as he dropped the condom back into the drawer, pulling an amused chuckle out of her. Instead of condoms, Bucky pulled out his lube and put it someplace easy to reach. “I’m gonna tell you what I’m gonna do to you, alright, baby?” She nodded. Placing a kiss on her nape, Bucky took a hold of her hair, pulling it a little.

“First,” he started, “I’m gonna kiss anywhere I want.” Doing as he said; he kissed her neck, her jaw, shoulder blades, spine and her sides. Then, he moved up to kiss her on the lips filthily. This kiss was all about spit and passion and owning, she fucking loved it.

“Then, I’m gonna get you naked,” he whispered. His fingers were quick to find the clip of her bra and undoing it. Sliding the straps of her shoulders slowly, Bucky helped take the bra off. “But I’m gonna keep these,” he said, slapping her ass with one hand while the other one cupped her pussy from the front. She moaned loudly. “The backside of this underwear…” Bucky murmured. “The way your ass looks so damn beautiful in it…” Bucky moved down to bite her ass cheek lightly, making her yelp. “I’m gonna fuck you in it, peaches.”

Dragging one finger all the way from her clit to her plug, Bucky hummed. “I’mma fuck this little thing, first,” he said, inserting two of his fingers into your pussy. “It looks too wet and cute for me to not touch it, y’know,” he added. “But I was thinking maybe I would…” He trailed off as he leaned forward and just licked a fat line up to her plug. She shuddered under his tongue.

“Anything,” she sobbed into his pillow. “Anything you want, Sir, take it!” Chuckling darkly, Bucky did exactly that.

He trailed his tongue up and down, collecting all of her juices that were licking out constantly, licking her inner thighs clean, Bucky pushed his tongue inside of her. She whimpered and wiggled. Bucky was quick to give her a slap on her ass; a warning for her to stay still. She meekly apologized and stopped moving. Bucky slurped, his tongue dove deeper and curved just right. She groaned long and loud, Bucky was so glad that he wasn’t living at an apartment or something.

He pulled back. He was way too impatient for eating her out properly. Grabbing a hold of his cock, he dragged it up and down for a couple times. When he was sure that his dick was covered with her wetness, he slowly inched inside of her.

She gasped, her breath getting stuck on her throat as she fisted the sheets and arched her back. As Bucky slid deeper into her, he felt like was he could explode anytime. She was so tight, so wet and so warm around him, it was like sinking deep into silk sheets in a warm night… It felt so damn good.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Bucky moaned. “You’re tighter than a virgin, I fucking swear,” he grumbled as he leaned forward to cage her body under his. When his hips were flush against her, he stopped for a second. He didn’t want to come too early, but he had been Horny as hell ever since he saw that little plug nestled in its place.

This one was going to be a quick, take-the-edge-off kind of one.

“I’m not gonna last,” Bucky whispered and felt her nod. She was close already, Bucky could feel her walls fluttering around him. His eyes rolled backwards a little when he started to move his hips. Her tight as fuck heat was wrapped around him so damn nicely, Bucky was a little surprised that he hadn’t come as soon as he entered her.

His slow pace didn’t take too long to turn into a desperate, fast and hard one. His hips were slapping against hers, their sweaty skin making obscene sounds echoing in his bedroom. He was so close, so horny, that it really didn’t take him too long to feel his balls tighten. Bucky buried a groan into her neck. His hips were moving on a punishing pace. His hard cock was driving in and out of her pussy with obscene squelching sounds. All those sounds and her moaning and whimpering beneath him were getting to his head real fast. Bucky gasped.

“Sir─” She choked on a breath and gasped just like him. “’m so fuckin’ close, Sir, please!” Her legs were shaking, her chest was heaving and Bucky could feel the flutter of her walls increasing and becoming more intense with each thrust of his.

“God, honey, me too,” he moaned. His pace was halting, he knew he was about to come. Groaning, Bucky slipped his fingers on her front and found her clit. She screamed. “Shit!” Bucky cursed as she came unexpectedly. Her knees buckled with the intensity of her orgasm and she collapsed on the bed with Bucky’s cock still hard and still inside of her. Bucky cursed again, taking a hold of her knees, he spread her legs to her sides. They were quivering in his hands, and he knew she was sensitive, but he was right fucking there. Lying fully on top her, Bucky started to move his hips again. It was a filthy and only focused on chasing his orgasm kind of pace, this time.

“Oh, fuck, Sir!” She exclaimed, eyes widening. Bucky was in deep. He was in so deep, her walls were so tight─

“Shit,” Bucky cursed. “Fuck, oh, God, ah, fuuck─!” The delirious movements of his hips stopped. His balls tightened, cock twitched in her and he came. Eyes rolling backwards, Bucky groaned loud and long. His taut muscles going lax, his hot breath licking her over-heated body and her tightness was still hugging his poor cock so nicely.

“God, Bucky, what the fuck,” she panted. Bucky hummed. He rubbed his stubble-covered jaw on her shoulder affectionately. Easing off of her, Bucky dropped himself next to her and pulled her into his arms to cuddle. “My legs won’t stop quiver.”

Bucky snorted. “You’re welcome,” he grumbled. She rolled her eyes but stayed quiet, burrowing herself deeper into her lover’s arms. Their eyes were closing, they were tired and much needed orgasm had loosened up their tensed muscles. “Round two in an hour,” Bucky slurred. “Gonna play with you.”

She just hummed and closed her eyes.

A little energy nap would do them good, she knew it.

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[part two will be up soon!]

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“I wish you would write a fic where…” Sandy and Syntax talk about Huntsman and Huntsman overhears them and it takes a second for him to realized Syntax is telling Sandy "You like him dummy now date him so we can be out of the limbo of awkwardness you trap us in every time you're in the same room". OR... SOMETHING LIKE THAT? I think that'd be something you could write well.

okay, real talk.

this was such a fun idea I actually DID write something in one sitting. I didn't have intentions to write anything with any of the asks sent in for the game but DAMN I do love this setup.

please enjoy 2,458 words of this word vomit that I wrote 100% on my phone at 1am and only just now got to posting it with ZERO lookovers.

Title: You Gonna Ask Him or What?

Rating: PG

"You gonna ask him out or what?"

Huntsman finds his footpace halting in place when he overheard Syntax speaking. He was just coming back from an errand for his queen and had returned to the new and improved spider clan.

After defeating the lady bone demon with the Monkie kid crew, saving their queen the spider clan had been slowly rebuilding their home with the help of the Monkie kid crew.

And Sandy had been helping a lot with that. Everything from physically building up the spider clan lair to making deliveries for supplies. So it wasn't surprising to see the lumbering blue demon lingering in their home.

What surprised him was that Syntax was talking to him. And what seems like a private conversation.

Huntsman pressed up against the wall silently, his heart pounding for some reason. Perhaps it's because he was lurking, or perhaps it's because of the nature of the conversation.

"I don't know what you're talking about…" Sandy replies the scraping of metal giving Huntsman the mental image of him moving some heavy science equipment for the spider hybrid.

"Oh my GOD!" Syntax explodes and Huntsman uses his years of stealth to look around the corner into the doorway of the science lab. Thankfully Sandy's back is to his, moving something too heavy for the scientist, confirming his suspicions of why the river demon was here.

Syntax meanwhile supervised with his feet up on a computer console, his head tilted back and hands pulling at bus hair.

"Would you PLEASE stop doing that? It's infuriating watching you two dance around your feelings like professional ballet instructors."

Huntsman raises an eyebrow at the mental image of Sandy dancing in a pink tutu... actually surprisingly not that hard to picture.

Sandy continues to move items around silently, not acknowledging the stink eye Syntax was giving him for being ignored.

"You like him. We ALL can see it. Why else would you help us so much with the rebuild?" The scientist questions spinning in his chair as a sign of angry stimming

"Maybe I like helping your clan."

"Or maybe you just like watching one of our clan members ass while they work out."

Some heavy equipment is dropped quickly and it also loudly against the concrete floor of the lab, the sound echoes past the walls and ripples through Huntsman's heart.

Sandy commented on the spider's need for a gym, something he helped build into their new lair, even going as far as to provide used gym equipment and yoga mats for them.

Huntsman often watched Sandy and Goliath work out together, both in similar weight categories they would spot each other while deadlifting and Huntsman looked on in envy.

Sandy always finished with yoga though and Huntsman found that surprisingly more his speed so he would join him there.

He wondered if what Syntax said held any true weight, if maybe Sandy was only here because he had a crush on Goliath….it would make sense. Goliath and Sandy were both strong individuals, and it was in spider nature to try and attract an equally powerful mate.

So of course the big bumbling spider set his sights on Sandy and sank his fangs into him. And of course Sandy returned the feelings. Why wouldn't he? Who else was worthy of him?

Huntsman feels his fist tightening at his side and something well upon his throat, it grows there and chokes him as he realizes he would never have the river demon's heart.

Suffocating silence permeates the two having a conversation, and the one illegally listening in. A beat passes and then another, just enough time for Huntsman's heart to shatter completely.

"....is….is it really that obvious?" Sandy rubs the back of his neck and Syntax just glares at him with a look that screams 'of fucking course it is'

"Yes. Yes, it's painfully obvious. Now please do us all a favor and please stop being an idiot and confess already." Syntax sinks impossibly further back into his chair until he practically becomes one with it, he pinches his nose and lets out a sigh.

"Just...confess already so we can stop suffocating in your pitifully hidden Pining. Please. I'm begging you." Syntax's voice was exhausted sounding. Like he worked two ten-hour shifts with nothing but a bathroom break and a red bull to help them through it.

"Now date the idiot and release me of this awkward limbo you have trapped us all in when you share any amount of square footage." The spider demon hybrid finished with a huff.

Huntsman pressed himself back into the wall. He could no longer watch. He couldn't listen to this anymore. If he had to hear Sandy admit he had feelings for Goliath he thinks he would never emotionally recover.

he still might not….

Huntsman swallows the poisonous lump in his throat, only lingering on the bitter flavor before quickly retreating.

He could never earn the river demon's affection. He couldn't even compete with Goliath. He wishes his best friend and his unrequited love well. Locking up his emotions in a bottle and tossing it into the ocean like a message Ina bottle to be tossed about the waves and lost forever.

A conversation still going on even when he was out of earshot and gone to find a place to lick their wounds.

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"But...would Huntsman return my feelings?" Sandy asked, shifting from one foot to the other. His hand finds the beads around his neck where he fiddled with them and Syntax thinks he might explode.

This was worse than some of the TV dramas he watched. He runs a hand down his face and lets out a groan.

"Sandy... He writes poetry about you. And not some fluffy bullshit poetry. That gut-wrenching loving yearning stuff. I'm talking pages and pages of this shit waxing long-winded stories and a sailor and his lover who waits for them to return from the sea for them" Syntax inhales through his nose and exhales out his mouth, he really needed this concept to get through their thick skull. If he had to go through one more meal where Huntsman would get all teary-eyed over a cup of tea...he thinks he might just fucking upload himself to the matrix and be done with it.

"Of fucking course he would return your feeling. Probably would tango with you on the spot if you know what I mean." He finishes setting his chin into his fist as he leans back into his chair, a small smirk playing on his lips. Syntax watches several emotions pass over the river demons face and he examines each one.

Disbelief

Fear

Worry

Hope

And then finally a blushing mess.

Finally. He gets it.

"O-oh….okay."

Sandy covers his face with one large hand, trying to mediate the blushing mess he was.

"I should...go...talk to Huntsman" Sandy coughs and backs up slowly to the door.

"Please." Syntax waves him off with a dismissive wave.

Finally, something would happen.

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Huntsman didn't cry. He was a fierce demon and so he didn't cry. He didn't let his breaking heart hurt enough for him to shed tears.

So instead of shed tears, he shed sweat. Taking his pent-up frustrations out on the punching bag of the gym. He would pummel the red punching bag of sand till it matched the state of his heart.

He growls sending another resounding hit toward his target aggressively, then another and another and another till he's just screaming and throwing blind punches at the bag.

He's only stopped by a soft firm hand that caught his fist into their own.

Huntsman takes a sucking breath in, his eyes trail upward till they meet the water demons.

He must look like a disgusting wreck to them, sweaty, red-faced, and strings of hair sticking to his face.

Sandy studies him. His brows pinched together in a concerned face. A face that was gorgeous as it was kind. Huntsman feels that the poisonous lump he swallowed makes a second appearance and it only tends to the rage and hurt building in his chest.

His fist is still swallowed by Sandy's hand, a hand that was oh so gentle but firm. His hands had helped build their home back up, they had brought tea to Huntsman, and those hands rubbed his back softly when he drank too much in celebration as sick.

They were good hands. Even the hands that laid the foundations of the earth could not compare to Sandy's hands. They were hands that Huntsman wanted all over him in multiple ways.

To be treated softly. To be treated like he was precious.

And he would never have that

Sandy studied him for a long moment with discerning eyes and Huntsman didn't think it was possible for his heart to break anymore when they spoke "Are you okay?"

A beat passes. Only a single second of composure is all Huntsman can manage before he's cracking under the pressure like ice on a lake early spring.

His head falls forward into the giant blue chest and he lets out a stuttering sob, a hand reaches up and grabs that beard there and tugs it roughly in revenge.

"I hate you. Go away." He growls out despite how the arms wrap around him and pull him closer and all Huntsman can do is cling tighter.

He feels Sandy's chest vibrate with the gentle movement of a purr, something demons did to try and soothe other distressed demons.

He hates it. He hates how it makes him feel and how much it actually works and smooths him. He hates to think about how Sandy might use this on another, someone much more worthy of their love and attention.

And yet even when he hated it so much he couldn't get enough of it.

He finds his hiccupping sobs slowly recede till he's just exhausted puddy between the hands of the blue demon. He feels their calloused fingers make their way to his hip bone where it holds home like a wine glass and rubs soothing circles onto the skin.

"What happened?" Sandy asks eventually, his body heat and hand ministrations making the spider demon dizzy.

"Nothing." He spots out with a low warning growl into the pecs of the demon.

"I was going to talk to you about something...but maybe I should bring it up later." Sandy hums out and it's the equivalent of a slap to the face

"If it's about you and Goliath I already know." He spats out taking a step back, trying and failing to escape from his clutches.

Sandy looks at him like he'd grown two heads. Eyes blank as the gears try to turn and connect the dots in his brain.

"Uhhhh me and Goliath?" He sputters out still looking like he was a few crayons short of being a full box.

"Yes." Huntsman hisses again struggling in the firm grip of the large blue demon. "I heard you talking to Syntax and your feelings for Goliath."

A beat passes, maybe Huntsman said too much and he should have let Sandy reveal the 'happy' news himself.

"I think….your confused," Sandy speaks pulling Huntsman close to his chest, he lifts their chin gently making Huntsman shudder under the gentle touch.

"It's not Goliath I have feelings for…" another beat passes that Huntsman shudders between thinking he might melt under the loving tender gaze of Sandy.

"It's you." He finishes breathing, slowly descending into Huntsman's face. His breath hitches when lips meet in the softest shortest kiss that sends an electric shock up his Spode and forces Huntsman to react.

He shoves away from Sandy's chest violently, not able to accept this.

"Don't." He sucks one a breath "d-don't fuck with me." He shouts the spider demon's hands balled into fists. He watches Sandy's face fall slowly.

"Why would you ever like me?" He asked with desperation in his voice and his body shaking. It felt like a failed heart transplant. His body was rejecting the new organ that was too big for him.

"I'm not super exciting, my temper is bad and I'm not attractive and-"

Huntsman finds himself pinned to the wall his breath stolen from the shock. Sandy looms over him and holds his hands over his head.

"Don't talk about yourself like that," Sandy growls, a strange sense of fear running up Huntsman's spine that he had only ever experienced once under the water demons.

"Insulting yourself...insults me and my judgment of a person." He claims to the surprise Huntsman and stirred something in his chest by the new dominating nature of Sandy.

"You're short-tempered, but it's because of your passion-" A hand trails down Huntsman's chin to their neck where the hand massages him there making him melt. "-you think you're not exciting but every day around you makes my heart pound."

Sandy leans forward making Huntsman crane his neck back and he lets out a shuddering breath when he feels their mustache scratch and tickle against his exposed neck.

"And you are very wrong about that last one…." The hot breath against Huntsman's neck makes him shudder and gasp, lips press there tenderly making his pulse jump and his throat

"You very attractive" they purr out against his neck where Sandy litters kisses up and down Huntsman's neck leaving him absolutely breathless. He lets out a sound he would deny making to this day when Sandy lifts him up and the spider wraps his legs around the thick waist of the water demon who presses him back into the wall while huntsman arches into it.

He finds himself being kissed breathless by Sandy, this one much more passionate and full of fire. He feels a hand tangle into his braid that yanks his head back, making him gasp allowing Sandy to have better access to his mouth and chin where he nips and covers in kisses.

When they finally pull away, Huntsman is breathless his chest heaving as he tries to catch his brain cells that have dispersed so he could form a cohesive sentence.

"Court me." Sandy requests, no. demands. nipping Huntsman's bottom lip making him whimper. How could he ever say no?

"Okay." He breathes out with hooded lids leaning forward to claim another kiss.

"Fucking FINALLY!!!"

Both parties jump and Huntsman is almost dropped out of Sandy's grasp. They turn to the entranceway to the gym to find Syntax standing there looking smugly victorious. Sandy and Huntsman look at each other and then back to Syntax who turns to leave.

"Now go snog each other somewhere else, no fucking in public areas."

Both newly courting demons became a flustered mess after that.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #silktea shipping #silk tea #Huntsman #Sandy #we out here churning out garbage content when I should be working on other things #anyways #I go write my actual ongoing stories now #*jumps off a cliff*

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