#and she only just on monday decided to tell us that the final is due at friday at 5 pm

[knifegremliin]

wishing my professor a very get better at your fucking job

[celestie0]

gojo satoru x reader | college au [18+]

kickoff ch. 3 returning the favor

ᰔ pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader

ᰔ summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, fem reader, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, mentions of weed, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot

ᰔ chapter. 3/x (probably 12)

ᰔ words. 4.5k

a/n. hope you enjoy! i really had fun incorporating a lot of the other characters in this one.

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|| 9:21AM Gojo Satoru sent you a photo

|| 9:22AM Gojo Satoru: Here’s our practice schedule for the week. Honestly, it’s better if you come when we do practice games or something, since on other days we just do drills or strength training, but coach doesn’t really tell us what we’re doing beforehand so would probs have to play it by ear

|| 9:27AM Gojo Satoru: Oh yeah, we’ve got a big game in three weeks on the 28th. It’ll decide if we’re automatically seeded into the top 16 teams bracket, which is really crucial if we want to eventually bring home the championship. Not sure when your assignment is due, but that would be a good official game to come to 

|| 9:28AM Gojo Satoru: Let me know as soon as you can if you want to make that game. I’ll have to ask coach to get the referee sign-off for you to be on-field during play at least a week before

You look down at all the messages he was sending you during class on a Monday morning. After he sent you that house party details post from his fraternity’s Instagram page last week, their posts kept popping up in your feed and you saw one this morning with a bunch of the guys in the frat, Gojo included, shotgunning beers until 3AM last night. You marvel at how he’s somehow not hungover beyond repair and is texting you before noon. 

Pressing and holding on to his messages, you give him little thumbs up reactions and you decide on a heart reaction for the picture he sent you of the practice schedule. Then, you set your phone down and look at the video of the men’s soccer team highlights your professor was playing from the game a week and a half ago.

“Here, here, this right here. Midfielder #24 surveyed the field, spotting #13 making a run for it down the flank. Pinpoint pass to left winger, who starts steering through defenders, but loses the ball. Then, center forward #10 steals the ball back! He steals the ball, he fucking steals the fucking ball back!” Your professor was running back and forth in front of the projector screen, his finger following the movement of the soccer ball in the video. Your heart jumps a beat when Gojo shows up on screen, with his signature #10 jersey, and some people in the lecture hall stand up in excitement with the professor. “Beelines towards the goal, and BAM! Goalie stood no fucking chance, ball sent immaculately into the back of the net. Victory for UTokyo, 2-1, in the last seconds of the game!" Your professor cheers and jumps up and down. Some people cheer with him, others sigh, others are in awe, and some simply clap. 

Another entire lecture goes by where the professor spends absolutely no time going over film photography theory and instead just talks about how soccer used to be back in his day. You approach him after class, clutching your laptop case to your chest, and it’s only when you clear your throat in front of him that he finally looks up at you from the podium. 

“Oh, y/n, how can I help you?” He asks as he shoves his phone back in his pocket.

“Hey, professor. Bit of a request, could I have like two extra days for my assignment? There’s this event that I really want to use for the subject matter but it’s the day before the deadline, and I would need some time to develop my photos,” you say in the politest tone you can muster up.

“Yeah, sure. Just get it in before the end of the deadline week,” he says nonchalantly. “Looking forward to seeing it. Good work on the last one, by the way.”

You give him a smile and a word of appreciation before turning on your heel and making it up the stairs to exit the lecture hall, pulling your phone out of your tote bag. 

|| 9:53AM You: i can make it on the 28th. please get that referee permission for me

You press your lips together as you press send, and then type a bit more.

|| 9:54AM You: and thanks a lot

Your stomach is suddenly growling and you’re about to head over to the student hub when your phone starts ringing. You look down at the contact name that says Nobara and pick up.

“Hey, Nobie, what’s up,” you say as you make your way towards the heart of campus, enjoying the light breeze as the sun peeked through the clouds. 

“Where are you? Didn’t we have a Film Club meeting today?” She asks you, her tone a bit impatient. “We were supposed to discuss that collaboration with the school newsletter.”

Shoot. You forgot. These days, you were a bit too distracted by recent happenings, like Mina practically falling head-over-heels for a guy that was quite possibly the opposite of her type, the towering amount of class assignments that never seemed to end, and this whole arrangement you were trying to coordinate with Gojo Satoru. The Film Club meeting totally slipped your mind. You were supposed to head out of class a bit early to make it on time. “I’m so sorry, Nobara. I totally forgot about it. I’m unfortunately all the way on the other end of campus right now. I typed up some notes in the document, can you just run those by them? If we need anything else, I’ll reach out to them by email.” 

She sighs on the other end of the line. “Yeah. I’m not good at these conversations, but I guess as President I should be better at them anyways. I’ll let you know how it goes.” And then she hangs up. 

Mentally happy that you were at least free of one other obligation today, you prepare to make your way to the dining hall when your phone vibrates again.

|| 10:01AM Gojo Satoru: Will do, and sure thing. By the way, you free right now? Coach is having us do a practice game, probably for around 2 hours

You squint your eyes at his message, considering the opportunity. You didn’t have any other classes left for the day and were just going to grab something to eat before heading home, but now you wonder if you should make it to this practice session. He did say that you have to be flexible since he doesn’t even know exactly what they’ll end up doing before practice, so you figured this might be your only chance this week to practice capturing shots of them as they play, since it seemed like they had Tuesday & Friday off based on Gojo’s schedule picture. Unfortunately, you only brought your digital camera with you today since your film camera was too heavy to carry around unless you knew you needed it, but you can still do a lot with digital that would help for the film camera shoot. You could make it work.

|| 10:05AM You: yeah, i’m free. i was just gonna grab something to eat first, and then i’ll head over to the field in maybe 15 min. but i’m not exactly sure how to get onto the field, or where the entrance is…

He adds a heart reaction to your message which startles you a little bit. An accident, maybe?

|| 10:06AM Gojo Satoru: Lol, just meet me at that weird art sculpture they put up last semester. The one that cost like all of our tuition money. I’ll walk you to the field

You let out a sigh, somewhat nervous that you'll be seeing him again soon. The last time you saw Gojo was when you left him standing unceremoniously at the kitchen island with a somewhat offending comment. Nonetheless, he didn’t necessarily seem angry at you. Quite the opposite, actually. He’s been way more helpful than you had ever anticipated. You started to feel like the effort you put into getting Mina to go to that house party was nothing compared to the effort he was putting in for you to ace this assignment. 

Stopping by your school’s mini grocery store, you pick up a sandwich plus some strawberry vanilla soda, and take some bites as well as some sips as you leisurely make your way to the expensive art sculpture near the sports fields. As you get closer to it, you see Gojo from a distance talking to some people. A few of them were guys, a few of them girls, and he was laughing out loud at something one of the girls said. A part of you wonders what it’s like to be adored by so many people. 

When he spots you at the other side of the cross walk, he doesn’t break eye contact with you as he’s hurriedly saying goodbye to the group in front of him. Their heads turn to each other in confusion before turning their attention in your direction as he makes his way over to you.

“Hey,” he says as he lightly jogs up to the sidewalk you were standing on. You notice he’s wearing a black long sleeve undershirt with a short-sleeved blue one on top, along with some athletic black shorts and running shoes. When he brushes some of his hair away from where it had fallen near his eyes, your heart skips a beat at his handsome expression. A smile graces his face. “You ready?”

You nod, swallowing the mouthful of sandwich you didn’t realize you had stopped chewing, and follow his lead as the two of you cut across behind the batting cages of the school’s softball training area. Your eyes fell to Gojo’s back as he walked on the pavement. His shoulders were broad, shoulder blades pulling the upper half of the fabric of his clothing somewhat taut across as the rest of it freely flowed down to his lean lower back. The long sleeved shirt he wore underneath was pretty loose-fitting, but you could still see the thickness of his muscles. With every step that he took, his calves flexed in a way that made you realize he must really work out.

“What are you eating?” He says as he turns around to face you, walking backwards for a few paces as he looks at your hands.

“Oh, just a veggie sandwich,” you answer as you hold it up next to your face. “Campus delicacy.”

His smile widens. “And what are you drinking?” This time he asks with a bit more curiosity.

“It's strawberry vanilla soda,” you say as you juggle all of the things you were holding in your arms. 

“Can I have some?” He asks with a somewhat innocent tone. “The soda, I mean. I’ve never had that flavor.” 

You hesitate, but alas you were a people-pleaser. “Sure.” 

He halts his movements and so you do too, and he closes the gap between you two in one exaggerated stride. His hand gently pulls the soda bottle out from where it was tucked into your elbow to keep it from falling. You notice the veins on his hand get more defined as he squeezes & twists to release the cap and it sends something akin to a wave of arousal through your body, entirely startling you. But when he brings the bottle up to his lips with his head tipping backwards, drinking directly from it, neck bobbing as he swallows and a single drop trickles down the expanse of his jawline, the arousal directly hits you at your core. 

“Hm,” he licks his lips. “That’s pretty good.” 

You’re standing there in shock, your grip on your sandwich causing dents in the bread. He dabs the stray droplet of liquid at his chin with the back of his hand and turns around to keep walking ahead, making his way up the stairs onto what looks like a grassy field. It takes you a second to start moving too, and by then you need to do a light jog just to catch up to him. 

There’s a comfortable silence that develops between the two of you and when you glance at Gojo, you notice his eyes are closed and there’s a serene smile on his face, a gust of wind pushing the hair up out of his forehead and sending the blades of grass dancing across the hilly field. You smile too at the sensation of cool wind on your skin. It was a beautiful day outside with sparkling sunshine and quiet whistling wind.

“Can I ask you something?” You say after contemplating if you should interrupt his somewhat meditative state. 

“You can ask me anything,” he easily replies. 

“Why are you so willing to help me out with my assignment?” 

He turns his head to look at you with a neutral expression. “Because you did me a favor.” 

You sigh. “I know…but it really wasn’t that hard to convince Mina to go to that party. I feel like you’re helping me out way more than I helped you out.” A small ladybug lands on the fabric of your jeans and you marvel at it before it flutters its wings and flies away.

He’s silent for a second. “Honestly, when you agreed to help me out with Todo’s little crush, which by the way I had to do because I lost a bet, and you mentioned something about terms and conditions in your message,” he starts to say, a brief pause making its way between the sentence as if he was actively trying to relive that first night he was texting you, “I thought you were going to ask for something sexual in return.” 

Your mouth drops at his line of thinking, suddenly mortified. That’s how your message came across to him? Oh my God, you had to rethink how you texted everyone in your life from now on.

“I mean, weren’t you being a little flirty? ‘My terms and conditions will come later’. Or do I just have some weird sexual brain rot?” His eyes are still on you, his tone way too casual in your opinion for this sudden topic of conversation. You also realize that he thinks having sex with him would be returning you the favor. And then you try not to think about how good he probably is in bed. 

When you can’t think of what to say and just stare at him with wide eyes, he smiles and stretches his arms out in front of him as another gust of wind passes by. “Well, anyways, when you shared what you actually wanted from me and it ended up being a pretty earnest request…let’s just say I was emotionally moved by your dreams and aspirations.” He says that last part somewhat dramatically and you roll your eyes, sending him an annoyed look. “A little disappointed, but nonetheless moved.” 

“Wow, you’re the type of person that would trade favors for sex?” you ask him with a sneer to your tone. 

He sends a lazy smirk to you over his shoulder to where you’re trailing behind him now. “Not really, no, can’t say I’ve ever done it before,” he says slyly, “probably would’ve made an exception for you, though.” And then he’s giving you a wink.

You can’t help but blush a little. He was definitely just teasing you, some hobby of his that he does just to constantly get a kick out of the people around him since he knows he just has that much of an effect on them, so you try not to let his words get past your skin to the more vulnerable parts of you. He’s reading your expression before he speaks up again.

“We’ve already started this little return favor of yours, so no take-backs. It’s an eye for an eye. Not an eye for an eye and throw some casual sex in there, too.” He makes his way up what seems to be the largest hill across the field and he stops at the top, peering out at whatever was across from it. When you made your way to the top too, your eyes widened as you saw an expanse of flat grassiness covered in orange cones, green land markers, white chalk outlines, and netted goals. Oh, and a lot of men. “Alright, you freaky little photographer. Here are your muses.” 

You let out the breath you were holding in and smiled, hands immediately reaching for your digital camera case within your tote bag. A wave of creativity and inspiration hit you as you were finally able to lay your eyes on your subject matter and setting, and you couldn’t wait to get started. 

Gojo makes his way down the hill and you stumble after him. He high-fives a couple of his teammates that were leaving the first wave of practice and makes his way over where the second-wave practice players were stretching on the field and running laps.

“C’mon, Itadori, I’ve seen snails with a more urgent sense of direction than you! Pick up those goddamn knees!” You hear a loud voice from a few feet away from you and flinch, eyeing the scary looking man that had a…Pomeranian dog in his arms? He was wearing a black athletic jumpsuit and had extremely tinted, thick sunglasses on. His facial hair was a bit jarring and you immediately decided you were scared of him, despite how gently he was petting the little dog cradled in his arms. 

“That’s coach Yaga,” Gojo says beside you with a smile on his face and his hands on his hips. “Real nice guy.”

You turn to give him a suspicious look and he just returns it with a wider smile. 

“Hey! It’s y/n,” you hear a somewhat familiar voice call out and you glance at the direction it came from. You see Geto standing next to Nanami and he whacks his hand against the blonde's chest to get his attention when he makes eye contact with you before jogging over. You see Gojo put his hands in his shorts pockets in your periphery. “What are you doing here?” 

You give him a shy smile, suddenly embarrassed by the attention. “Here to take some photos.”

“Are you with the school newsletter?” Nanami’s smooth voice says as he approaches Geto, standing next to him. They both were wearing matching blue tracksuits. 

“No, I’m not. Just here to…take some photos for one of my classes. It’s for a film photography assignment.” You suddenly wished you were part of the school newsletter committee, so that you could at least provide them with some positive publicity with your photos. You wondered if they would think you’re just using them. As if Gojo could read your mind, he patted Geto harshly on the back and let out a loud, obnoxious laugh.

“Hear that, punks? She wants to try and take some nice photos of you lot. Be grateful! Of course, your grotesque appearances cannot simply be fixed by any technology yet known to man,” Gojo says rather loudly, continuing to smack Geto on the back. Geto has a small pitiful smile on his face and Nanami just looks annoyed. You feel lighter somehow, less tense. 

“Okay, cool, let us know if we can help in any way,” Geto says kindly as he sits down on the grass to continue stretching out his legs. “Oh by the way, Satoru, Chosou’s out sick today so you might need to cover for goalie.” 

“What? Why’s that fucker always getting sick?” Gojo says as he walks towards one of the duffle bags on the bench, and you assume it’s his. He pulls out a water bottle. “He needs to stop eating that goddamn grocery store sushi.” 

“Oh! Oh! It’s you,” another somewhat familiar voice calls out from ahead. You see a guy wearing a dark blue jacket that had a red hood approaching you from the inner field. Then you recognize he was that guy at the entrance of the house party that called you a- “It’s casual tomboy!” 

Your eye twitches slightly as you take in your appearance. Sure, you were wearing jeans again, but your top was somewhat stylish and feminine. He arrives in front of you and notices the digital camera hung at your neck. “Hey, what’s that?” He points directly at your midriff where the camera sat. He almost pokes his finger right through the delicate attachable lens that cost you nearly two months of rent.

“A little rude, Yuuji,” Geto says, grunting as he switches from one stretch to the other. 

Yuuji gets closer to you to study the camera and you instinctively lean away from him before Gojo is grabbing him by the hood of his jacket and yanking him away from you, Yuuji’s arms flailing out in front of himself in a struggle. “Hey, get back to practice. You’re not allowed to talk to pretty seniors.” 

Coach Yaga grunts and crosses his arms from where he stood a few feet away, the tiny pomeranian now barking at his feet. “I never said you could stop running laps, Itadori! Get your ass back out there! I’ll be sending you to recreational soccer for the rest of your freshman year if you don’t get your damn head straight!” Gojo lets go of Itadori’s hood and the poor boy is scrambling across the field to join what seems like the other first-years for their warm-up laps. Coach Yaga turns to you and gives a hmph before vaguely gesturing to you. “May I know what you’re doing out on my field?”

“Coach!” Gojo says, making his way over to the scary man. He slings his arm around his neck and the man just continues to glare at him through his sunglasses. “She’s with me today. Photographer y/n will be taking some handsome photographs of you that you can send to your wife, and then maybe your wife will actually want to-”

Coach Yaga puts Gojo in a headlock and Gojo’s instantly tapping on his back to get him to ease up. “I dare you to finish that sentence, boy.”

You let out a small laugh. This was certainly a lively bunch. Nanami approaches you and expresses interest in your camera. You lift it up for him to take a closer look. He pinches his chin between his bent index finger and thumb, as if he was a detective analyzing a crime scene. “I see…so this is a film camera.” 

“Ah…” you laugh awkwardly. “No, this is just a digital camera.” 

“I see…so this is a digital camera,” he repeats, equally as intrigued. 

The time eventually comes along where all the players start the practice match. There’s obviously not enough players out on the field for full teams on each side, but they’re split into 1st & 4th years vs. 2nd & 3rd years. You learn that the second wave practice group has the talented players at the top of each of their year groups. Gojo doesn’t seem to participate in the practice match despite one team having to omit having a goalie since the coach requested he sit out to watch the plays and make suggestions.  You’re a bit sad you don’t get to see him play, but figured you’ll have a chance in the future. You take a few snapshots as one of the other first-years, a quiet boy named Megumi, kicks the ball towards the goal that ends up bouncing off the goal frame. You spend some time tweaking the exposure, zoom, and focus until you feel like you have a pretty good idea of the settings you’ll need to get some fluid shots. 

When you look up over the field again, raising your digital camera to your face, you notice Gojo looking at you from across the field where he stood at the sidelines. You both keep your gaze on one another for a couple of seconds, and you boldly lift the camera up to your eye, taking a few snapshots of him. When you pull it away, look down at the results on the small screen, and then glance back up at him, his eyes are slightly wide. Something stirs within you when you remember his words from earlier: I thought you were going to ask for something sexual.

Your mind wanders back to the party from last weekend, and the feeling of him leaning down next to your ear in the kitchen as he said “Thanks, I owe you one. Find me later, ‘kay?” The memory itself made your cheeks feel warm. Did he…think that something was going to happen that night at the party? Probably would’ve made an exception for you…Disappointed, but nonetheless moved. Somewhere in the haziness of your thoughts, you realize that meant that Gojo would’ve wanted to sleep with you if that was indeed your condition.

When you look to the other side of the field again, Gojo’s eyes are still on you but his handsome face looks a bit troubled, eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly pursed. You couldn’t really tell what he was thinking, but for some reason you felt like he could tell what you were. When you raised an eyebrow at him, his face relaxed and he slowly shook his head as if to say it's nothing. 

Coach Yaga’s sharp whistle cuts through the silent conversation you two were having as he yells, “alright, boys. Practice over! Go stretch yourselves out.” 

You quickly stuff your digital camera back into its case and collect your things into your tote bag. In your peripheral vision, Gojo’s making his way over to you and when he’s right next to you, you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“How’d it go? Get some good shots?” he asks, sounding genuinely interested.

“Um, yeah, I think so.” You’re still not looking at him, pretending to fiddle with something in your tote bag. He leans down a bit to look at your face more clearly when he notices you’re not meeting his gaze, but you still struggle to make eye contact with him. “I’ve gotta go, can you tell the guys I said bye?” And then you’re making your way up the hill.

There’s a beat of silence as confusion washes over him from your behavior. “Hey, wait, y/n, do you know how to get back to campus?”

You spin to face him when you're at the top of the hill, finally looking him in the eye. There’s a concerned expression on his face. “Yes, I’ll be fine. Thanks a lot for today. Let me buy you a strawberry vanilla soda sometime, okay?” Flashing him a small smile, you turn around and run down the hill, ignoring the fast beating of your heart.

a/n. thanks a bunch for reading!

➸ take me to chapter four!

[natashaslesbian]

Another Mother | Part 3

Scarlett helps you out when you start to get sick, she hopes you’re getting closer until your dad tells you he’s needed back at work. All you truly want is your mother, not Scarlett

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings/Content: Sickness, Throwing up, Medication, One hint of non sexual nudity, One swear word

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You followed slowly behind your dad into the living room, finding Scarlett already settled on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. “Hey you two” Scarlett smiled, a little too friendly for your liking, despite your earlier bonding time. “Did you apologise?” The blonde asked Colin “yeah” your dad nodded. “Good, now let’s watch a film, what’s your pick y/n?” Scarlett said as she adjusted her position on the couch, hoping you would join her. She was slightly disappointed when you took a seat on the spare armchair beside the expensive looking couch, wiping at your suddenly stuffy nose “terminator 2” you said as you slumped down. “Oh one of my favs, nice pick” Scarlett said as Colin came and sat beside her. Your dad sighed as he got comfortable “guess I gotta get used to being outnumbered again” Colin smiled as he wrapped his arm around the blondes shoulders “looks like you girls are already ganging up on me” he joked. “We make a good team y/n” Scarlett smiled at you “we’re not a team” you coldly replied “just two people living under the same roof who happen to get on occasionally” you said with a croaky voice. You didn’t see it, but Scarlett smiled at your words. Even if it was only occasionally, she was happy to be getting on with you, it was a start.

Your eyes grew tired towards the end of the film, a small headache forming behind your eyes. The exhaustion due to your restless night soon lulled you into a comfortable doze. “I think someone’s ready for bed” Scarlett whispered when she saw your head slowly bobbing to the side. “Y/n, wakey wakey!” Your dad called, using that annoying voice which he thought was hilarious. Your brows furrowed as you shuffled slightly “Colin!” Scarlett groaned. “Sorry kiddo” he laughed “you tired? Why don’t you go take a nap before dinner?” He said. You sighed loudly as you sat up, rubbing at your sore eyes “no I’m good” you said. “You sure?” Colin asked worriedly, to which you nodded in response. “You do look a little pale y/n” Scarlett piped up. “God I’m fine! What do you care anyway?” You snapped as you stood from the chair, leaving heavy footsteps in the path of your exit. “Hey! What did I tell you about the attitude!” Your dad called after you. “Leave it honey, she doesn’t seem well” the blonde said, running her hand along Colin’s arm in what she hoped was a soothing manor. “She’s fine” he huffed.

You made it halfway up the stairs before a rough cough escaped your lungs, as if being home sick wasn’t enough, now you were getting actually sick. You finally made it to your bedroom, where you flopped down dramatically onto your bed. Being too tired to change, you rolled over into your stomach letting your heavy head hit the pillow. You slept through dinner, Colin left you to sleep when he came to check on you. You slept so deeply, it was morning the next time you opened your eyes. You whined as the morning sun hit your gaze, making your pounding headache ten times worse. You were slightly dazed, but still knew it was Monday, meaning you needed to get ready for school. You peeled back your duvet and began shivering despite the sweat running down your head. You somehow made it to the door quickly, ignoring the ache of your muscles in each step. When making your way to the bathroom, the haze behind your eyes caught up with you, sending you toppling down to your knees. The crash against the wall had your dad awake in seconds “y/n?” He said as he swung open his bedroom door.

You saw a hint of worry come over your dad as he ran towards you “are you alright kid?” He said as he began to help you up “god you’re boiling” he exclaimed, deciding it would be better to keep you sitting. An inquisitive blonde appeared in the doorway, also awoken by the noise “is everything alright?” She said. “You were right, I think she’s sick” Colin frowned as he held you in his arms. “M fine” you whined “gotta school go” you slurred. “No sweetie I don’t think you’re going to school today” your dad said “I…um…I’ll call them okay, and we’ll…we’ll get you feeling better in no time” he stuttered, slightly unsure of what to do “let’s get you back to bed” he said. “I think she needs a shower first” Scarlett said, still standing in the doorway. “What?” Colin said, looking up at her. The older woman came to rest the back of her hand on your forehead, you shuffled away when she came into contact with you, pulling a face of disgust. “She’s too warm, she needs a cold shower” the woman said. Colin’s face fell into shock “right…well uh” he mumbled. “I’ll do it” Scarlett said “if that’s okay with you” she asked as she placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, thrilled when you didn’t shrug her off. Your dad smiled at the offer from his fiancé “you go call her school” she smiled back “I don’t know the number” Colin said in defeat. “I’ll find it later” Scarlett said as she rolled her eyes.

You felt a pair of arms scooping you underneath your arms, gently lifting you away from the floor “ok sweetie, come on let’s get you in the shower” Scarlett said as she took on all of your weight. Being too dizzy to notice, you allowed yourself to be helped into the bathroom and deposited into the toilet lid. The running water caught your attention and you furiously rubbed at your eyes trying to regain your vision. “Hey try not to do that okay, you’ll make them sore” Scarlett said as she reached for your hands. “Leave me lone” you said as you saw a flash of blonde hair “don wan you” you grumbled. Scarlett was getting used to your standoffish attitude, so she didn’t take your words to heart. “I know you don’t y/n but you need a shower and I don’t think you can do it yourself right now” she said as she checked the temperature of the water. Satisfied that it was cool enough, Scarlett began peeling away the shirt stuck to your skin “we’ll keep your underwear on okay but I need to take your shorts off too” she said soothingly. Despite your best ideas, you allowed the blonde to help you stand and step out of your shorts as they pooled at your ankles. “‘S cold” you groaned as you stepped underneath the water. “I know sweetheart but we gotta cool you down” Scarlett said as she helped you to sit in the tub.

You whined as more of your skin came into contact with the cold water, Scarlett gently shushed you as she helped you to settle against the tiles. You didn’t put up much of a fight once your body was supported by the tiles and Scarlett took the opportunity to search for your schools phone number. Once she found it, the actress poked her head out of the bathroom door and called for her fiancé. “I got the schools number” she said as Colin climbed the last few steps. “Thank you baby, is she okay?” he asked as he typed the number into his own phone. “She’s only just got in but it should cool her down a bit. I’m guessing Marie used to take care of this kinda stuff?” Scarlett questioned. Colin smiled at the mention of his late wife “yeah she did” he said, reliving all the times you would be napping with your mother when you had a cold. “Why don’t you go make her some breakfast, she needs to eat before we give her some medicine” Scarlett said as she held Colin’s hand lovingly “okay yeah” your dad sighed as he ran back down the staircase, still in his panicked state at your sudden sickness.

Scarlett returned to the side of the bath and leant over to gauge your temperature, she was delighted when you felt much cooler than before. “Okay let’s get you out sweetie” she said as she reached for a fluffy towel. “No tired” you mumbled through the droplets of the water “thought you said it was too cold?” Scarlett smirked as she helped you to stand up again. “Don wan your help if you jus gon make fun of me” you argued, your anger a stark juxtaposition to the grip you had on her arms. “Sorry baby” Scarlett said, the nickname sliding off her tongue so naturally. You grimaced in annoyance at her affection but allowed her to help you back to your bedroom nonetheless. “Sit tight okay, I’ll grab you some fresh clothes” the blonde said as she sat you on your bed “I feel sick” you groaned as you wrapped your arms around your bubbling stomach. Scarlett took notice of your movements and hurried across the room to place your bin underneath your chin. On cue, the small contents of your stomach came out, it was mostly acid considering you hadn’t eaten in almost 15 hours. “Alright sweetie, it’s okay, let it all out” Scarlett cooed as she ran her hands along your back. You pulled back when you were done, avoiding the bin as you moved your head forwards to rest on the blondes frame. She placed the metal can back on the floor and gently soothed the skin of your arms. “I…I need to get dressed” you stuttered as you slowly pushed Scarlett away, feeling guilty for relying on her so heavily. “Do you want some help” Scarlett asked. “No, I can do it” you said as you pushed yourself to your feet and turned your back to the older woman, ending the conversation.

Scarlett waited just outside your door while you pulled your clothes back onto your cooler body. Colin came rising back up the stairs with a tray of fever friendly food. “Hey, she’s just getting dressed” the blonde said as she leaned over the tray to give her fiancé a kiss. “Okay hunny, thanks for looking after her” Colin said “I made her soup and a few slices of toast” he sighed as he held out the tray, wishing you could get better quickly, he hated to see you like this. “That should settle her stomach a bit, she threw up” Scarlett frowned, also hating to see you like this. “Oh god okay, I’ll see if I can get the rest of the week off work, I’m due back tomorrow” Colin said. He placed the tray on the hallway table and pulled out his phone to call his boss when a small whimper came from your bedroom. “Scarlett?” You called out “yeah sweetheart” the blonde replied leaning gently against the door. “I think I need some help getting dressed” you muttered “okay I’m coming in” Scarlett said as she picked up the tray of food for you “I got her” she nodded to your father. Scarlett couldn’t help the pitying whine that escaped her when she came back into your room. You were half sitting on the bed and half sitting on the floor, you’d managed to dress your lower half but when trying to put a loose sports bra over your head, you failed tremendously. The older woman kept her eyes above your shoulders as she helped to pull the bra over your chest, when you were covered she grabbed the large shirt she had laid out and helped you to slip into it. “Thank you” you whispered, “don’t mention it sweetie.

You climbed back into bed as Scarlett carried over the food your dad had prepared “‘M not hungry” you whined as she set it down on your lap. “You need to eat y/n, you’ll feel better I promise. And after your done we’ll get some medicine in you then you can sleep okay” Scarlett said, unconsciously leaning forward to brush away a loose strand of your hair. You continued to moan in disagreement but soon you had finished the whole meal, you felt a little bitter though you were definitely not going to tell Scarlett she was right. Your dad stopped by as you were finishing up, arms full of medication as he wasn’t sure which ones you needed. You and Scarlett both chuckled as his frantic state “give it here” she blonde rolled her eyes and reached for the basket. “How are you feeling pumpkin?” Colin asked as he rested a hand on your forehead “sleepy” you whispered “we’ll get you tucked in soon I promise” he cooed. Scarlett found what medicine you needed and helped you to swallow it, despite your unwillingness. She stood back as her fiancé helped to soothe you to sleep “get some sleep” Colin said as he switched off your overhead light, leaving you to rest. “I can’t get the week off” your dad sighed as he closed you bedroom door “they’re behind on scripts for the sketches I gotta go in” he sighed. “She’ll understand baby” Scarlett said as held Colin’s hand tightly “and I’ll be here to look after her” she said. “I know it’s just, her mom used to watch her when she was sick, or on school holidays, practically all the time cause I was at work. I thought I would finally have a chance to be there for her” Colin frowned. “She knows that you love her CJ, and she knows that you’re always gonna be there for her, wherever you are” the blonde said as she brushed his cheeks in her hands. “Come on, I think we have time for our own breakfast while she sleeps” Scarlett smiled as she lead her fiancé back down to the living room.

The pair kept a close eye on you for the rest of the day, although you slept for most of it. Despite your sickness, Scarlett and Colin used this time to spend together, basking in each other’s comfort. You were awake now and enjoying a sit com in the silence of your room. The medicine was beginning to ware off and you felt the same bubbling in your stomach return from earlier. Colin shot up from his desk when he heard the retching coming from upstairs, he jumped into action as he ran up to you followed by Scarlett. The door swung open to reveal you with your head over the bin once again “oh pumpkin” your dad cooed. “Daddy” you whined as she came to your side. The blonde also appeared behind you, pulling your hair into a loose ponytail to avoid it getting in the way. Colin nodded in thanks to his partner as he gently stroked your back “it’s alright kiddo” he soothed. When you were done, you leaned back against your dad in defeat. He didn’t waste a second as he scooped you up into his arm, bringing you back to your bed. You saw the look in his eyes, the one that meant he had something to tell you “you have to go to work tomorrow don’t you?” You quietly asked. “Yeah baby, I’m so sorry there’s nothing I can do” Colin said as he reached around your shoulders to hold you against himself. “Scarlett will be here though, she can look after you okay?” He said. You drew your gaze to the blonde standing at the foot of your bed. You wished your dad could be with you, the comfort of your mother was absent and now so would your father’s, Scarlett was the last person you wanted around right now. “Okay” you sighed in defeat. You supposed it could’ve been worse, and Scarlett had helped you out today. Whether or not you wanted to admit it.

You soon fell back asleep in your fathers arms, feeling comforted by his presence. You didn’t join him and Scarlett for dinner, your stomach not being able to hold anything. Nightfall soon came and you resorted to having a movie marathon having slept so much already. You were feeling worse than ever as you couldn’t take any of the medication on an empty stomach, but you just couldn’t keep anything down, your tummy was constantly aching. It was around three am when you couldn’t hold back from stumbling over to the bin again. You had no concept of time and the world was going around in a blur. “Y/n?” You heard as you gently turned your head to the footsteps closing in. “Oh pumpkin” Colin sighed as he came to your side. “Dad” you whined as you leaned into him “what time is it?” You asked. “About 3” your father said. You glanced towards your window, seeing no light leaking through “am?” You said feeling guilty for waking him. “Go back to sleep daddy, you have work today” you said as you toyed with his necklace. “It’s okay baby don’t worry about me” Colin said as he too your face into his hands. “You’re gonna be tired” you frowned, your vision blurring slightly. “No, no sweetie it’s okay” your dad said as he helped you to stand.

“Come on let’s get you back to bed” Colin said as he supported your weight on the short walk back to your mattress. “I wanna go home” you said as water crept up behind your eyes. “You are home kiddo” your dad sighed as he began to tuck you back into bed. “I’ll never be home again, not without mom” you cried, thinking about your moms soft hands gently flowing through your long hair. “Pumpkin, you gotta let her go” Colin whispered. “What like you did” you snapped, sitting up with a sudden burst of energy. “You just let her go, moved on and forgot about her. You sold her house, drove in some new bimbo to replace her and just let her go!” You shouted, tears now streaming down your face. “Y/n” your dad sighed “it’s not heathy to keep holding on, she would want you to-“ he continued before you cut him off “don’t you dare say she’d want me to move on” you sobbed. Colin sat back in defeat as you flipped back down into bed, turning your back to him and pulling your stuffed bear close to your face. “Y/n” he whispered “just go dad. You’ve got work in a few hours. I’m not gonna be the reason you get fired for falling asleep at your desk” you muttered under your breath, shaking due to your small outburst and probably your once again rising temperature. “Scarlett’s here if you need anything” Colin said coldly as he headed off back to bed for a few extra hours. “Like fuck” you cursed.

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A while ago I had made up a Zak for each day of the week to match Zak Saturday and Monday for fun, and because I wanted to give Zak some more AU similar to how Ben gets a lot of them. So not only do they all have different last names, but each have their own backstories and colour theming! So I hope you enjoy my little AU concepts.

-Zak Saturday-

Classic original Zak. I decided to draw them all when they're 11, start of the series vibes. So that's why he doesn't look like the ways I normally draw him currently, since those are when he's 14. Nothing different with his design here, beyond still giving him those vivid orange eyes.

-Zak Sunday-

Also known as Zak Argost, having been taken in by the man after he had a certain encounter with Zak's parents, resulting in their deaths. When Argost found the young toddler, seeing the start of Zak's power, he was happy enough to take the child with him and use his powers to his benefit. Due to being taken when he was very young, Zak doesn't remember his parents at all, fully believing in anything Argost tells him, the only family he has. So he happily helps his guardian in keeping cryptids tamed during Weird World shows, or during trips to learn about them, even if Argost puts Zak in more danger than he should. Due to his appearances on Weird World, Zak is a celebrity of sorts, even if he doesn't get to go out often. Argost also gives him a lot of gifts, keeping the child in a positive mood to keep him under his thumb. So Zak truly believes that Argost cares about him.

Though things start to turn when Argost finally decides it's time to hunt down Kur and take his powers, hiring Van Rook and Doyle on the mission. This leads to Zak and Doyle getting to know each other, with Doyle feeling protective over this random kid for some reason. Eventually this leads to him taking Zak away when this whole Kur business gets out of hand. While Doyle can't seem to convince Zak that Argost doesn't care about him, the pair do at least agree to try and find Kur first, Zak worried that even Argost shouldn't handle such powers. However, only time will tell if the pair discover the truth behind their unknown family history.

-Zak Monday-

The good old twisted gremlin of a child, Zak Monday and his family were a result of the smoke mirror. They come from a world that twists the very nature of people, a poor reflection of their negative aspects. If you're naive, then your mirror self is incredible dumb. If you're a bit of a perfectionist, then your mirror self is a control freak. And Zak Monday represents the twisted doubts of Zak feeling like a monster, so why have any doubts when you can be the monster?

I decided to change Zak Monday a bit to have the green eyes and green shirt with his own logo, cause I liked the idea that after his first appearance, they switch back to what they're suppose to look like. But other than that I kept the concept of him looking just like Zak, minus the inverted hair colour.

-Zak Tuesday-

The young naga is the son of Rani Nagi. Born solely to have Kur's soul enter and be a host, but whoops! Looks like Kur's memories aren't there, but that wasn't going to stop Rani Nagi, who thinks if she keeps at her plans, eventually her son will become the old cryptid king she once knew. Even going as far as to solely call her child Kur, who secretly calls himself Zak due to him often watching humans in the shadow, curious about them and wanting a name for himself. Zak Tuesday has a lot of identity issues, not helped by his mother's teachings towards him, ignoring all his dreams and personal thoughts. Eventually he just got really good at lying rather than convincing Rani Nagi.

However, the young cryptid prince is suddenly kidnapped by Argost one day, as he figured out where Kur's soul was currently living. Zak knew he would have died that day if not for Drew and Doc recusing him, having been chasing Argost over this Kur situation. Though they're a little surprise that upon meeting the new Kur, they find it's just a young naga who really doesn't know who he is. At first Doc and Drew didn't know what to do with him, but Zak begged them to not send him back home, and let him stay at their place until he could figure things out. He wasn't foolish, he knew the nagas were planning a war, and he wasn't keen on being the face of it all. So now the Tuesdays just have a snake living around the house, but they can't exactly complain as he is a well mannered guest at least. And perhaps the house doesn't feel so lonely with him around either.

-Zak Wednesday-

Some of you might recognize this one, but this Zak is from my old Zur AU, where Kur was reborn via the Kur Stone due to it being an egg, and Zak is a dragon that shapes between human form and dragon form. I decided to update him, making him Zak Wednesday now, with a pink theme! I also decided that instead of Kur being reborn, I wanted to shake things up a bit and have it that Zak was directly Kur's son. His mother is unknown, and as Kur saw how the world was at the time, he put Zak's egg into a stasis situation until it was discovered again. After saving it from Argost, the egg hatched among the secret scientist, leading to them chasing the child of Kur. But upon using his shapeshifting abilities to look like a child of Drew and Doc, they just couldn't help but adopt him on the spot, siting there was no sense in blaming Kur's son over what happened years ago.

The growing dragon is very playful with a cheeky personality. He exhibits a lot of draconic behaviors, with a wild and free spirit. He is aware of his family history, but he doesn't like to think about it, unsure in how to view his father based on the stories he's heard. Besides, Doc and Drew are his parents, and that's all that matter to him. Though perhaps this sudden appearance by Argost, claiming he was going to far Zak's father, has been a bit rattling to deal with.

-Zak Thursday-

When Kur knew he was going to die, and also knew his soul wasn't able to live the mortal realm, he made plans to make it so his reborn self would both be born in hopefully a better time, and be without his memories. It was better that way, so that his new self could live a lovely life without the sins from his past. But that didn't exactly pan out properly, as Kur was reborn and sadly remembers everything. It took him a while to understand this growing up, his young human mind not processing it until he was roughly 7-8, and even then he needed time to think about it. And now he's a depressed 11 year old who now has to be stuck with the fact his plan didn't work, unable to run away from the person he once was. Doc and Drew found out the truth when Zak tried running away one day, their son sitting them down and telling them the truth in hopes they'd just leave him, it would be better that way. But to his surprise they disagreed, as he was still their son, Kur or Zak, and it would be too dangerous to leave him alone.

So now Zak lives with his parents? Are they really his parents? The family keeping this dark secret to themself, even from the other scientists. Doc and Drew still reach out to their son, doing their best to connect with him, but he can't help but push them away. He doesn't deserve this, and they deserve better. However, their secret might come out after Argost stole the Kur Stone and now hunts for Kur, not realizing the truth right in front of him. So now the family tries to get the stones back, wanting to protecting Zak/Kur from others finding out. Doesn't help that he has to go through being a child again with such dark memories lingering in his head, feeling tired and overwhelmed with the world. Hasn't he suffered enough?

-Zak Friday -

In a world where Kur and cryptids successfully wiped out humans, the king ruled the lands for a while after, before one day he mysteriously vanished. Many concluded that he had died somehow, the details unknown, but this lead to a prophecy that one day their king would return, leading to many claiming to be him, or praying that they will be him for the power and wealth. In this universe, Zak and his family are all cryptids, with Zak being a a Chuvash Dragon, Drew and Doyle are Epimeliads, and Doc is a Gargoyle (Other characters are also cryptids in this timeline). Zak is a serpent like dragon that breathes fire, as a very twistable body, and can freely shapeshift. He's heard about the legend of Kur returning, but frankly he thinks they don't need him, even if the cryptid world has been shattered without a king for years now.

But when a yeti named Argost claims that Kur is back, being backed up by the Nagas, everyone starts to gossip and run around trying to figure out who the new Kur is. So maybe it's best that Zak doesn't tell the whole world about his sudden new powers to control and communicate any fellow cryptid is walks by.

[ak319]

Yan G!P Princess x fem reader

(Your name is Deniz in the story)

PART V ➺ PART IV

(YOUR POV)

"Princess here!"

"Princess Kade , here!"

"Where did you both first meet?!"

"Is our new princess in the castle?!"

"How long I’ve waited to hear these questions, to see the desperate anticipation in every man, woman, and child’s eyes about my marriage with you. The day they would be dying to know about you, about us."

That’s what she said. She released the article, just as I expected. So, I lost. I finally lost. And I would have lost no matter what.

It’s been two weeks since... I can’t even bear to say or think about what happened. But yes, two weeks, and I’m still stuck in this damn room, watching her answer questions with such delight. The lies she’s telling, as if she’s trying to craft a fairy tale. And she’s done it. She told them how she first saw me playing and was captivated by everything—my sportsmanship, my personality, my beauty. Then, when someone asked about her previous failed engagement with Juniper, she outright denied even knowing her and excused herself, slamming the car door. That means she’s coming back to the palace—probably to spend more time with me here.

I would just sit in the corner, ignoring her as best I could while she tried to talk to me. But she still remained, informing me about the commencement of the arrangement and how she had spoken to her assistant to arrange some classes for me—ranging from media etiquette to royal protocol. At first, I cursed at the mere idea of it, but when she said I wouldn’t be allowed to use my phone, I had no choice but to comply. But I’ll make sure to make those classes as miserable as possible. Let’s see how long the teachers last.

My parents went back home and will be invited back for the wedding. I video-call them daily now that I have the strength to. Ever since the incident, I had been blaming them, even though I knew it wasn’t their fault. I just needed time. Clara and Leo finally picked up my calls, but not from my phone--from the palace’s telephone. Yes, apparently, Kade ordered this too, and I had no choice since the calls from my phone are still blocked. It’s just another way of monitoring me because Kade knows Clara could help me somehow. But I also know that if I tried to ask for help, it would only create problems for Clara. So, in the end, I could only cry during the calls while she cursed Kade and her family non-stop.

The door opened after a subtle knock, one I knew all too well. Why is she even bothering to knock? It’s locked from the outside. Kade entered the room with her usual air of authority, her tall, statuesque figure clad in a form-fitting black turtleneck that highlighted her regal bearing. Her hazel eyes, sharp and observant, flickered with a mixture of contentment, control and...concern?

"Good morning, love. Hazel informed me you skipped breakfast again. You shouldn't skip meals like this. I don't want you to faint when you're walking down the aisle. I care for you, alright? For your health. And I know you definitely don't want me to force feed you." Yep. I'd rather kill myself.

"Well forgive me Your Grace, for not eating due to getting literally , kidnapped."

"I am not having this conversation again." She slumped against the couch.

"Ever thought about how I don’t want any of this either?" I watched her jaw tighten as she turned on her laptop and started working on her project, as if my words meant nothing. She always sits in this room to study, turning it into her own workspace. She even had the nerve to ‘introduce’ me to her friends on a Zoom call once, pretending everything was perfectly fine.

Ignoring my complaint entirely, she announced, "The wedding is in August, so you’ve got one month to adjust. Your classes start next Monday."

I decided to play her game and ignore her right back.

"Kade, what will happen if I kill you right now?"

"Death sentence, love." She responded nonchalantly, flashing me a quick, almost amused smile. I scoffed and leaned back into the sofa, staring out the window. "In a way, we’d be reunited," she added with an unsettling calm. God, this woman is next-level delusional.

"If you could be even a tiny bit positive about this, I might consider taking you outside."

"I’m perfectly fine here," she sighed, her eyes still glued to the screen. "Are you sure, love?"

"Yes. Very." I stood up and headed to the bathroom, seeking a brief escape from her presence. When I returned, she was still there, now on a group call with her legs propped up on the table. She gave me a quick wink before turning her attention back to her work.

I decided to use my phone while she was occupied. When she finally left, I knew she'd be back for supper and then dinner. I groaned into the pillow. The door couldn’t be locked from the inside, there was no LOCK! It was clear she’d planned this meticulously, which only made it even more stomach-turning.

As I settled in with a book, a knock at the door interrupted me, distinctly different from Kade’s.

"Can I come in?"

Who the hell--wait a minute. Is that... Princess Romana?! My future sister-in-law. NO! EW! Stop thinking that way! How did I even think of that-?!. I quickly shook off the unsettling thought and answered with a hurried "yes." I had no idea if she’d be as crazy as the rest of this family, but something in my gut told me she was different. I only knew a little about her from the media, she lived in Windsor with her own family, not here in Buckingham.

The door clicked open, and she walked in, looking just as confused as I was.

"Seriously? Whose idea was this?" Before I could even register her question, she muttered to herself, "Who am I kidding—of course it was that sister of mine." She turned to me, her expression softening. "Anyway, um, Deniz. Nice to meet you. I’m Romana, if you-"

"I know, Princess Romana... hi." Damn it, why did I interrupt her? Forget it. Why does it even matter?

"Can we have a talk, if you’re comfortable with that?" She folded her arms and gave me a polite smile, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt a sense of warmth. She felt like... home. Maybe because she was the first person I’d interacted with besides Kade.

"I-y-yes." I cleared my throat , trying my best to hold back my tears.

"Thank you. Please, have a seat." I moved to the edge of the bed, facing her, still wary of her unexpected appearance.

"I'll be honest with you, okay? And don’t be scared of me. Be as open as you want to be." She paused, her gaze fixed on her folded hands in her lap. "I read the article and was shocked at first, but then I was happy and decided to call Father about this sudden news because my dear sister wasn’t picking up. Then I got a call from someone here, someone loyal to me, who filled me in on the whole-" She licked her lips, searching for the right word-"situation."

That was the final trigger for me, and I let my tears flow.

"God, I am so sorry for what they did to you. What my sister did. I just can’t wrap my head around all of this. It’s bloody diabolical." She gave me a moment to collect myself, her eyes brimming with sympathy and regret.

"Look, Deniz, the situation between Kade and me has been complicated. We started off with a strained relationship, but as we grew older, things improved significantly. We eventually became quite close. I am thoroughly aware that she has a tendency for being stubborn. My father, as you might expect, has always had a special fondness for Kade, which has influenced many of his decisions. I wish I had known about this earlier, I would have done everything I could to intervene. Though, given his position as King, it might not have made a difference."

"It’s not your fault... it was mine."

"No. Don’t blame yourself. This is what I’m trying to explain. Kade has a habit of getting what she wants, and this time she’s gone too far. I had a huge argument with her when I arrived. She shouldn’t have done any of this. But now-" She sighed, her expression heavy with regret. "The articles are out, the press is all over it, the situation has spiraled out of control. As much as it pains me to say this, the marriage is going to happen."

It felt as though my heart was being slashed once again, and all I could do was absorb her words, powerless and numb.

"I wish I could make this better for you. Right now, all I can offer is the small comfort that Kade has failed as a person, but there’s a slim chance she might be a good partner." I shook my head violently and stood up, pacing in front of the window.

"God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. The reality is, you will have to leave this room eventually and confront the world she’s created outside. I’m not trying to manipulate you or play some sort of Stockholm syndrome game, I’m just stating the facts."

"You don’t have to keep reminding me," I snapped, frustration seeping into my voice. "She comes here every day to make sure I know just how much she’s made my life a nightmare!"

She ran a hand through her sleek black hair and nodded. "I understand. But Deniz, I’m here for you. My wife, Adelyn, is too. We’re both with you. You can call on us anytime, we’re staying here for the time being." She approached me with a somber look. "I’m like your sister, okay? You can trust me. Now, come on. Let’s go outside."

Her words sounded reassuring, so I nodded in agreement.

"Can you gimme a few minutes?"

"Of course. I’ll wait outside." She offered a comforting smile before stepping out. I sighed and wiped away my tears as I sat down to gather my emotions. I felt a bit better than before. The fact that I cried not only from my own situation but also because her presence reminded me of my family touched me deeply. She seemed genuinely honest, a stark contrast to the insufferable Kade. God, why did my stalker have to be a fucking princess? At least a normal person might have faced arrest.

(Kade's POV)

"So, you met my sister?" I was relieved to see you finally eating. It pained me to think of you outside walking with Romana and my sister-in-law as I came back from the gym, but at least you had opened up to someone here. Still, I hated it that it wasn't me.

"What did you two talk about, love?"

"Nothing. Nothing that concerns you." It should fucking concern me. But I’ll let it slide for now, I don’t want you to go silent again. I need to keep you talking. I trust Romana to some extent, but I hope she didn’t poison your mind against me. My fists clenched under the table as I thought about how Romana seemed to have it so easy. She married the love of her life without the struggles I had to endure to be with you. But then again, what kind of love is it if you didn’t have to fight for it? It was such a bittersweet feeling.

"Look, it’s not like I’m keeping you a prisoner here. You could have gone out into the gardens any time."

"Well, I don’t think the lock on my door agrees with that statement." You slammed your spoon down on your plate, your frustration evident.

"Deniz, love, that lock isn’t meant to imprison you. You’re volatile, okay? I can’t have you breaking everything in the palace like—like you did in our room."

"Oh, how marvelous," you retorted, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Are you still not over that? Must be so, so hurtful, right? Even more painful than being forced into a marriage? Tsk. God, one can never fathom the daily struggles of Princess Kade."

I couldn’t help but chortle at your biting sarcasm. "God, Deniz. You’re still the same."

"And you’re even worse," you shot back, your voice laden with exasperation

"I wonder what or who made me like this, hm~..."

"Yourself, Kade." I shook my head, catching a glimpse of Julian returning from his jog over Deniz’s shoulder.

"Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that you’re free to do whatever you want here, except vandalism. Also, I need to discuss our honeymoon trip-"

"Fuck no, Kade." I grabbed your wrist as you tried to head back inside, my frustration evident.

"No, Deniz, we are having this conversation. It’s important."

"NO! EW! How can you even suggest I go with YOU—"

"DENIZ!" I sighed in exasperation, seeing you flinch. God, this is tougher than I thought it would be. "Deniz, love, I just want you to read the schedule. Nothing more, nothing less. You can make changes if you want. I won’t say a word. I promise."

"Well, then cancel it altogether! That is what I WANT!"

"You know that’s not possible. Now please—" You swatted my hand away from your wrist and flopped back down into the chair. "Thank you. Richard." I grabbed the file from him and slid it towards you, which you snatched with your usual resentment. "Don’t ever touch me like that."

I swallowed another wave of pain and annoyance. 'No, no, no. Kade, you have to endure this. I know it’s painful, but it will get better over time. Just focus on how cute she looks reading it and how you can’t wait to take her as your wife'.

(YOUR POV)

The days began to blend into one another, thanks to the interminable classes I was subjected to. I did my best to irritate the teachers, but they remained astonishingly patient. I had never encountered such patience before. Clearly, Kade had trained them well.

Gradually, and unfortunately, I was also taken by Kade to spend time with her family. Thankfully, Romana and her wife, Adelyn, provided a calming presence, along with their adorable 4-year-old son, Idris. I knew I was, in a sense, surrendering, but what choice did I have? I was still aware, as evidenced by my panic attacks. I would never forget what Kade had done to me, no matter how loving she appeared now. I only wished she could understand that.

As my headache returned, I stumbled to the bed, desperately hoping to awaken from this nightmare the next morning. Instead, my mind replayed memories of my previous life, Kade's conversations, Romana’s reassuring words, the King's disapproving glances, and the Queen’s pitying looks. The upcoming interviews and the wedding itself loomed over me. I turned the pillow to the dry side, though it was already damp with tears.

"Just rest, Deniz. Close your eyes. It will be okay. Shhh...just call your parents first thing in the morning."

The earlier walk with Romana replayed in my mind.

"Can you get me divorced from her in the future, then?"

Romana stopped and turned to face me. "That would be possible when I become Queen. I could grant you permission. But that time seems far off, and..." She sighed. "There are other factors to consider, including Kade’s own consent."

"Fuck everything."

"Indeed." Adelyn gently patted my back in sympathy.

Part VI

(AN: Kade be like - but still loving it.)

(Meanwhile the reader)

[gaystayzennie]

I Did Everything I Was Supposed To Do (pt.1)

Haechan x male reader

Summary: Finals week turns out to be the final breaking point for y/n, but luckily Haechan is around right when you need him

Warnings: fluff, some angst: homophobia, allusions to panic disorder, stress

“Fuck. I can’t believe I forgot about the final on Monday. Fuck fuck fuck” Y/n cursed under his breath as he walked as fast as he could toward the entrance to his boyfriend’s place. Y/n had a million things to do the next few days already, and now he had a final to cram for on top of it all. “One thing at a time” he told himself knowing it’s what Hyuck would tell him if they were together right now. He didn’t really listen to this advice of course… especially coming from his own mouth instead of his cute adorable boyfriend.Oh God. I wish he was here so bad. But Haechan was still at the dance studio and would be for the next several hours. That’s why y/n was even entering Haechan’s apartment right now in the first place; Daegal needed to be taken out while Haechan was gone.

He HAD to have his stupid extra long dance rehearsal today of course. On the day where he already had to finish a ton of assignments and now cram for a test. Y/n quickly threw his backpack on the ground and sprinted over to daegal scooping her up before she even knew what was happening. While he waited for Daegal to do her business and walk around a little, y/n got back to planning his study schedule in his head. If I start by studying for the exam… I can trade every 45 minutes from cramming to working on the lab report for my other class. Fuck! That depends on whether the others ever filled in their data. Ok so I’ll save that for the end and work on the PowerPoint instead even though it’s due the longest from now. As long as I cut myself off at around 1:00 am, that should be enough sleep to take the exam at 9:30 the next day. It was going to be a rough night, but y/n decided he’d just have to work away and hope for the best.

Y/N went back inside and scooped his backpack up again to go work in Hyuck’s bedroom. He found the smell of his boyfriend clinging to the room to be extremely comforting and he hoped it would help him stay calm and focused on his work. He opened up his laptop to the lecture notes for the exam and began skimming them for any confusing topics that jumped out at him. What the? I only know like 2 of these concepts?? I’m screwed. Y/N new from plenty of old tests that it would only make things worse if he worried about it now, and feeling himself start to panic, he decided to work on the PowerPoint instead. He figured he should just finish all his other assignments so that he could then spend the entire rest of the night studying.

An hour into working on the PowerPoint y/n’s phone buzzed. He opened it to find a message from one of his lab partners that read “hey y/n I’m really sorry but I’m actually boarding a plane right now so I’m not gonna be able to finish my part of the lab. Maybe you can ask [partner name 2] for her data? I think she got mine down too.”

Y/n: “I’ll ask her.”

Partner 1: “KK.”

“Gotta go, sorry again!”

Partner 2: “Shit. I don’t have her values either y/n. I’m pretty sure that part of the lab was online though, so one of us can just do the lab at home right now.”

“Oh wait actually, I have to take both of my finals on Monday. It’s due Tuesday right? So I won’t have time to do her part. Y/n any chance you can do it?”

Y/n: “ I only have one midterm tomorrow… I guess I can do it if no one else can.”

Partner 2: “Ur the best bro! Tysm <3”

Y/n: …

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Fuck me. How am I supposed to do [p/n 1]’s work for them on top of everything else? Y/n barely had enough time to do all his work as it was. And he had done all of HIS work on the lab already too. He thought he’d just quickly analyze his partner’s data and then turn it in… but no. This is totally unfair. I have more work than either of them, and I’m doing their work for them too on top of it all. Y/n’s eyes grew misty for a second threatening to turn into tears, but y/n shook his head hard and the urge to cry went away for now. He had to get back to— wait no. He needed to cook dinner. With no Hyuck home to cook dinner like usual, he was going to starve if he didn’t make something for himself. Standing up quickly y/n smacked his arm on Hyuck’s dresser skinning it in the process. Great. Now he was bleeding. And it had gotten on his white shirt too. Except it wasn’t his shirt, it was his boyfriend’s shirt that he had borrowed. Y/n was this close to screaming in frustration, but stripped off the shirt quickly and made his way to the bathroom to clean the spot before it stained. And of course, he needed to throw it in the washer if he really didn’t want it to stain, and that meant he should really just do all of Haechan’s laundry now. So heart now racing in a slight panic, y/n gathered the laundry and started the cycle as quickly as possible so that he could start on dinner.

Opting for the most time efficient option, y/n grabbed some pasta and left it to boil while he got back to work for a few minutes. There sure was a lot on his mind now between the pasta he was cooking, Daegal (who he suddenly remembered needed to be fed as well), the lab report, the final exam in a day, Haechan’s laundry that still needed to be dried, folded, and put away, and the millions of other things he needed to get done before going home to his family at the end of the week. And the trip home would be another ordeal that required a lot of planning and prep work. Y/n had a lot of problems at home due to his conservative family and their recent discovery that he was dating Haechan. But that’s silly. I shouldn’t worry about that right now. And it’s not like it’s anything new knowing they all disapprove of my “lifestyle choice”. That’s old news, and I need to focus on this. Y/n went back to his multitasking and eventually got Daegal fed, the laundry in the dryer, and got a good portion of the lab done.

At 10:30 y/n finally felt satisfied with the PowerPoint and had finished collecting most of the data his partner was supposed to do. So he went to wash all the dishes he had left out at dinner and put away the leftovers as a quick study break. He smiled at the pasta he’d saved for Haechan knowing it would make his boyfriend’s day to find food ready for him after a long night of dance practice. When he walked back into Hyuck’s bedroom to finish the lab, he noticed several notifications on his phone again.

Mom: Hey you’re coming home on Wednesday right? You’ll be done with finals week by then?

Dad: Hey y/n you better have a gift ready for your mother when you come home on Tuesday. She’s still pretty upset about Haechan, so you should really try to make her feel better.

Bro: Dude mom and dad are pissed cuz dad thought you were coming home Tuesday after your final, and then mom told him you said Wednesday. So he flipped and said you were probably staying longer to fuck Haechan or something

Y/N: I told them both Wednesday. I AM spending Tuesday night at Hyuck’s place. But I just wanted a night to relax before immediately coming home

Don’t tell them that… just say I’m busy or something

Bro: sorry bro, that’s not gonna work. You better come home Tuesday or they’re gonna make the trip absolute hell for you

Y/N: fuck ok fine, I’ll make it work

Y/n was getting more and more stressed by the second. And now he wouldn’t even get any sort of buffer between finals week and seeing his family. And fuck he had that feeling in his head- that feeling of anxiety setting in- making him slightly dizzy and his chest tight. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna have a panic attack. I know it’s coming. Should I call Hyuck? He should be on his way home by now anyway right? Ok fuck. Yeah he should call his boyfriend. Maybe he could talk him through it. He prayed he was right and Hyuck would actually answer his phone, and to his relief, Hyuck answered right away.

“y/n! I’m on my way home and practice went pretty well! I think the show is going to be really good this quarter. Have you made dinner yet? And how’s the studying going?” He was so excited to hear his y/n ie’s voice on the phone. “Hyuck.” Y/n felt the lump in his throat form and wasn’t able to get out the rest of your words as he broke into tears. “Y/n? What’s wrong love? Are you ok?” No words came out of y/n as he began to hyperventilate. Haechan could hear y/n’s shallow breathing and put together that he must be having a panic attack. He assured y/n he’d be there in the next ten minutes and stayed on the phone with him until he rushed through the door exactly ten minutes later, Immediately making his way over to y/n huddled in the corner of his bed crying and hyperventilating. From past experience he knew y:n liked him to stay close until he was able to calm down and talk.

Haechan slowly climbed into the bed, sliding his body between your back and the bed frame, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting bear hug. “I’ve got you y/n. I’ve got you, and I’m not going anywhere.” Y/n began shaking in Haechan’s arms unable to fully process what was happening with his mind completely taken over by panic at this point. Haechan rested his chin on y/n’s soft hair and hummed a song. Y/n did his best to focus on the light vibrations on his head from Haechan’s tune. “I’ll just talk about my day a little too ok y/n? Squeeze my hand if you’d like that.” Y/n’s eyes remained squeezed tight, and his body was still trembling, but he gives Haechan’s hand a light squeeze back. “Ok love. Let’s see… I saw Jungwoo today! I know he’s your favorite dance major right? He was really cool to watch, you were right! He might even be more charismatic than me” he teased. Y/n didn’t laugh out loud or acknowledge him, but he appreciated Hyuck trying to lighten the mood. “I spent most of the night working on my duet with Mark though. They have us doing this really acrobatic hiphop song and it’s a lot of work. I’ve memorized all the footwork though. It was kind of funny watching Mark struggle with it more than me for once honestly. Next time you should tag along and watch. When it’s not finals week of course!” He adds, giving a small pec to your forehead.

“Is that why you’re stressed by the way? Finals?” He doesn’t really expect y/n to give any responses yet. But much to his surprise you shake your head in response. “No. More.” Y/n says quietly, starting to breath a little more evenly. “What else baby? What’s stressing you out.”

“Everything!” Y/n exclaims. “So much. TOO much” y/n squeaks out bursting into more tears. Haechan gently shushes you and squeezes his arms tighter around your body and begins planting little kisses all over your head to comfort you. “It’s ok y/n. It’s ok.” Hyuck can feel y/n’s body body relax a tiny bit despite his sobs. Y/n spins around melting into Haechan and burying his face in his chest

To be continued…

[alienqueeenrando]

Class Trip Gone...Right?

I do not own Miraculous or Marvel. All rights go to the owners.

Lila salt, bustier salt, Lila exposed, kinda class sugar, avengers

No one POV

Lila’s lies have officially infiltrated the class. Marinette had been kicked out of her position as a class rep and replaced by Lila. The only ones who stuck by Mari were; Alya, Nino, Juleka, Rose, and Adrien. Kagami and Luka were also on Mari's side but were out of the country for the summer(Kagami at japan for a family event and Luka was traveling with Jagged as his apprentice). The others never bullied Marinette per se but just ignored them and sometimes made comments about her and her friends.

Mari POV

I missed my friends but without my class rep duties, I had more time to design. Our summer trip was coming up and I wasn't sure what we were doing, especially since Lila spent months lying to the class about knowing the avengers. A couple of months ago, I heard about a writing competition that Stark industries were holding. The winner got an all-expense paid trip for their whole class to New York. Of course, this was all before I was fired as the class representative. “ Now as you all know, next week is our summer field trip and we will be going to New York” Miss Bustier interrupted my thoughts. Miss Bustier used to be my favorite teacher until I finally understood the difference between nice and good. “ one person in our class won a competition hosted by Tony Stark himself, we will be given an all-expense paid trip to new york as well and a tour of Stark industries and the Avengers tower”. My jaw dropped. “I won” I whispered too low for anyone to hear.

Lila POV

The Avengers huh? “I did it, I won” I stated and the sheep all praised me. “ yes I wanted us all to meet uncle Tony and the other Avengers, So i called them and got them to give us this trip,” I said in my most innocent voice . They all fell for it. I saw maribrat and her loser friends roll their eyes and the class glared at them for hurting poor, innocent; Lila. “ well thank you, Lila, I think this will be a most amazing vacation” Bustier praised. Getting Bustier as my teacher was a stroke of luck. She never stopped me from telling my tales and even punished anyone who tried to expose me. It was perfect. As long as buster and Damocles don’t do their jobs and keep my little “lying disease” a secret, I’m golden. All year since I became a class rep, all our fundraisers fell flat and we never met our goal, so this was a lucky break. I just had so many charities and fancy events to go to that the class tried to take over for me but they were terrible, Honestly I thought being class rep meant I was finally queen but it’s much harder than I thought. But no problem, next year when elections are due again, I’ll just break out the crocodile tears and convince someone else to take my place.

Bustier POV This trip will be so much fun. To be honest, since Lila became a class rep, I was afraid that her disabilities and illnesses would hinder her but the class come together to help her, well all except Marinette and her friends. Ever since Lila came into the class, Marinette has been a terrible example for the class. I am so disappointed in her. I do hope that this trip will give everyone a chance to reconcile, maybe a change of scenery will help end all this drama. While to rest of the class was talking about the trip and getting excited at the chance to meet the Avengers, I was daydreaming about being swept off my feet by Thor or Steve Rogers.

No one POV

The bell rang and everyone left for the weekend. “Remember class, we leave for new york early Monday morning,” Bustier told the class. As the students left Marinetts friends couldn’t help but worry that Lila would ruin the trip for them but decided to not let Rossi's lies disrupt their vacation. “The Avengers surely won’t let Lila get away with her lies would they, I mean they won’t be fooled right?” asked Rose worried “of course not” reassured Alya “let's just ignore her and do our best to enjoy ourselves” “definitely dudette” agreed Nino. As the students packed and planned, Lila schemed. She hoped that the Avengers would be nice enough to just let her lie but she knew better. She would be careful and lie only out of earshot and only tell tales of other celebrities. If she played her cards right she might even be able to charm her way into a job at Stark Industries.

Marinette POV

Monday came and the class was getting ready to hop on a plane to new york. Lila wasted no time spinning her stories, how she helped the Avengers and that Thor himself begged her to go to Asgard with him and he and Tony considered Lila to be family. The sheep fawned over her. I and my friends did my best to ignore her but her screeching voice gave me a headache.” So are you not mad that Lila took credit for your submission dudette?” asked Nino “not really, I just want to relax and enjoy our vacation” I replied. “ at least after next week, we can get away from the drama” juleka whispered trying to see the best of our situation. As we were boarding, Lila just had to start with the poor flight attendant. “I need a first-class seat, my tinnitus is so bad from saving Jaggeds cat that any other seat will make my ear hurt so bad” Lila whined. The flight attendant didn’t believe her and tried to explain the plane was fully booked. Lila cried her crocodile tears. In the end, we almost missed our flight and Bustier promised to file a complaint and let Lila take her seat that was closer to the front of the plane. The flight was long but after hours of Lila’s lies, we made it to New York City.

Lila’s POV

We were met with two interns for Stark industries, whose names I didn't care to remember(Ned and MJ). We were escorted to two shuttles that were to be our rides for the remainder of our trip. I tried to woo the interns by promising to talk to “uncle Tony” about giving them permanent jobs but they just smiled and ignored me. Rude, do they not know who I am? We eventually made it to the Stark tower and were told the rules of our trip.

Marinette POV

We were told that we had a few rules, we had to follow, such as; Staying in a group, listening to the interns, and don’t go anywhere without permission. We were given level 2 passes, the same as the interns, giving us access to basic areas of the facility. We walked around for a bit and were greeted by the other Avengers. Miss Bustier tried, key word tried, to flirt with Steve Rogers(who looked quite uncomfortable) instead of paying attention to her students. Ladybug luck hasn’t been much help lately with Lila but I hoped that would change soon. “Do you think anything out of lier-la’s mouth is even half true, ever,” joked Adrien, we all laughed. “So do you think Tony Stark could talk to us about our idea for energy efficiency: asked Iven. I didn’t know if Stark heard but if he did, He didn’t let it show. “ of course, I told you I'd talk to him for you” replied Lila in a surprisingly quiet tone. Lila kept on her tales for a while, completely ignoring Ned and MJ who were trying to show us around Stark tower. MJ eventually called her out and told her to pay attention. Lila cried her fake tears and Kim and Alix yelled at her to stop being rude. Bustier(ever the attentive teacher) stepped in and told Ned and MJ to be nice and that being rude is not the way to get someone to listen. Ned rolled his eyes and just kept going with the tour. Everyone in the tower tried to ignore Lila but the final nail in the coffin was when Lila said something along the lines of "Tony and the other Avengers loves me and even asked to join but had to turn them down because of my disabilities". Finally, Pepper Potts overheard and stormed right over. "enough of the lies, I don't want to get lawyers involved since you are just a child but one more word about the Avengers and I will not hesitate to sue you" Pepper demanded. I couldn't believe my ears. This is so great.

No one POV

Lila tried to cry, hoping to gain sympathy and maybe get the Avengers to play nice to spare her feelings but to no avail. They all glared at her. Kim tried to defend the liar and intimidate Pepper into taking back what she said but she refused to back down and even threatened to send him right back to Paris. He backed down right away. Bustier came and tried to calm the situation down but also shut up when faced with a complaint being filed about her "lack of control of her students" to the french school board. In the end, Lila was sent back to Paris and there was an investigation began about bustier and Damocles covering up Lila's stories. The rest of the trip was a success and the class apologized to Marinette and the others and they forgave them.

[ivebeenjake]

Today was a top-10 bad day at work.

We have a part timer who only works Mondays and Fridays. (She’s a float who refuses to float, and my manager just volunteered her to go work at our Orchard Park location in 2 weeks and I know she’s not going to go. That’s a whole other story though.)

One worker requested the day off because she didn’t want her son to go on some field trip with his summer camp. I really don’t understand that rationale but whatever.

Another worker had a half day scheduled for today because she had a dentist appointment that took her months to get, and she’s also working Saturday so she needed a half day in the week and it only made sense.

That left me, my manager, my assistant manager, and one other worker who’s a complete fucking mess. Don’t get me wrong, I like him, but he’s an entire decade younger than me and super immature. He’s had a pretty fucking traumatic thing happen in his family a few months ago (his brother killed 2 cops in a coke-fueled rage and in turn got himself killed) but for the most part he has acted like he’s okay and doesn’t/won’t talk about it.

Well, I found out today that he had a meeting scheduled with our regional manager in the midst of us being down three workers (I was actually reminded that I was told last week, but I blacked it out due to anger) because he’s unhappy with his job not going anywhere. Other than the fact that he’s had a promotion and a raise every year since he’s started (he’s only been here 6 months longer than I have and we both started in 2021) but he feels slighted that things have been brought up to him like some sort of manager-in-training program, but has been pushed to the back burner. Like every fucking job in corporate America that I’ve worked in. Never mind the fact that I jumped through the hoops and played my part to get the same promotions, but I missed out on the raise and title change by one week last year and was told I’d get it at my 6-month, only for the fucking bigwigs to decide a MONTH before my 6-month mark that they weren’t doing 6-month raises and promotions anymore!

Regardless, our half day worker was supposed to leave at 12:30, and the immature worker had a meeting 10 minutes away at 1:00. So, my assistant manager and I decided we’d take lunches at 11:30 and 12:00 because he was my coverage when our half day worker left. She kept trying to insist that she could stay as late as 3:00 today, but then we’d have to give her a some hours off elsewhere in the week and it was just better to get it done today. She also needs to get more of a backbone because she’ll let anyone walk all over her and I’m constantly trying to get her to stick up for herself and not be taken advantage of.

So my assistant manager takes his lunch at 11:30. More like 11:35, which mean he wouldn’t be back until 12:05 and that’s if he’s back right on time which he never is. He has no sense of urgency and has a very lackadaisical attitude towards his job. (A job I also applied for, and was told I just wasn’t qualified enough to get, even though I’ve fucking been doing most of that job since he started. Again, another story.)

The immature worker decides he’s just gonna go take his lunch at 12:00 without talking to anyone about it. Because he has no sense of teamwork or care for anyone else. Today is about him! It’s his day to meet with our regional so he can vent to him and tell him he wants things to start moving forward for him! Never mind the rest of us.

At noon, two different groups of customers walk in needing assistance, and my manager takes one, and my assistant manager decides he’s going to take the other because asshole immature worker is on a lunch he didn’t clear, and he actually believed it would be super quick. Cut to 50 minutes later and it’s already past the time our half day girl is supposed to leave. He finally finishes up, decides he’s gonna spend 5 minutes scanning paperwork to himself, and then comes and relieves me for my lunch. Almost a whole hour later.

I should also point out that the immature worker left directly after his lunch, that ended at 12:30, to drive not even 10 minutes down the road for his 1:00 meeting! And he didn’t tell anyone! He has such a massive lack in his communication skills that they’re breathtaking.

I actually clocked back in 5 minutes early; I had finished half of an episode of The Bear I stopped the day before, and decided I’d be nice to not have our girl wait any longer.

After she left, our manager came up to where my assistant manager and I were and was attempting to get me to crack a smile or something, but when I get stressed and angry, I tend to bottle things in and retreat inward. He kept pushing me and said “I don’t know why you’re so grumpy today”, which made me go off on him, to which I said “there’s a massive difference between being grumpy and being frustrated, and you should know the difference by now!” He asked if there was anything he could do to help, and I said we’d talk later.

The rest of the day was just so. fucking. BUSY. And the asshole immature kid didn’t come back until after 3:00, like what the FUCK was he talking to our regional about for almost 2 hours? He called our manager when his meeting was over, and I just know that he was wanting our manager to say “you know what buddy, there’s no sense in you coming back, why don’t you just go home?”, but thankfully he didn’t. Our manager actually had work for him to do that kept him there well after our day ended.

I wrapped up at 4:05 and went to say goodbye to my manager because he’s not in the office tomorrow (thank god), to which he asked me to come into his office and close his door. I proceeded to dump my entire day of frustrations onto him, including the one major thing that annoys me about him, which is that he is always the first one to jump whenever another location needs help and sends one of us elsewhere, leaving us short-staffed, but do you think he could have asked anyone else to come help us out today? I shouldn’t have had to say something to him in order for him to come to that realization, which he agreed with me and apologized for.

I’m just so over other people being selfish and not giving a shit about anyone else we work with. Just last week, I was wanting to watch either an episode of The Bear or an episode of The Boys on my lunch, but the coworker that was with me in the break room watches both and isn’t caught up yet, so I decided to doomscroll on TikTok instead. Fuck that! No more. I’m tired of being the bigger person caring for everyone else. I told my manager that. Until I start seeing a little respect given back to me, I’m not accommodating anyone else. I’m going to start being selfish and if they don’t like it, tough shit.

The immature worker had papers that needed to be mailed out today, but wasn’t sure how much postage we’d need to put on the oversized envelope. I told him yesterday he could walk over to the post office today with our roll of stamps (the post office is literally right next door to us) and he never did. Remember! He was too busy giving a shit about himself and no one else! And this fucker actually had the balls to ask me as I was leaving if I had taken it over for him, because it was imperative those papers get mailed out today. I had a piece of mail I needed to send out in my hand, and I walked away from him without saying a goddamn word. I also locked up the stamps before I left too. Oopsie.

As I was driving home, I was just so exhausted from all the bullshit. I passed my grandparents’ house on the way, and they were both outside, waiting for me to drive by, so excited to see me and waving. I waved back and it put the biggest smile on my face, but as I turned the corner away from them, I burst out crying, mostly from the weight of today, but also because I had the thought in my head that I’m not going to have that anymore someday and it made me so sad.

I had something poignant I wanted to wrap this up with but it’s flown out of my head. Eh.

[theretirementstory]

Bonjour à tous, another week over and we are into a new month 😳 . It is going to be another cloudy day, we have 6c now and can only expect a high of 10c, however, that is fine by me as I think I will have a walk and I would like to do a little bit of work in the garden. Yes I know it’s a good Sunday and laws here dictate the use of noisy garden items, lawnmowers, hedge cutters etc can only be used between 10 and 12 but I would say that the only noise I would hope to produce would be a little cursing if things don’t go as I want them to.

I have had two visits to the hospital, the first, my monthly appointment with the oncologist, was on Monday. Monique was there she was due to see a doctor too. Both of our appointments were at 14:30. At 15.15 I saw the doctors arrive to start their appointments. The oncologist came for me about 15:30 then he was interrupted and I was told he wouldn’t be long. About 16:15 Monique was called into her appointment and around 16:30 I was “summoned” again. The oncologist finally sat down with me just around 16:45. Not much to report except still concerns over high readings from liver. I said I still hadn’t received the appointment for the PET scan and he immediately completed a form and took it to his secretary to get that ball rolling. I left the hospital just after 17:00 for the hours journey home. The next morning I was surprised to receive a call from the hospital, could I attend for a PET scan at 9:20 the following day! Got the taxi sorted and off I went on Wednesday for the scan. I am due a blood test in the morning so hopefully if oncologist needs to see me before appointment at the end of the month, he will call me.

The cleaner was due on Thursday and on Wednesday evening I had to put the jigsaw (unfinished) back into its box. I was so sad as I had done such a lot. I decided to buy one of those puzzle mats, well I was a bit surprised as it said to make the puzzle up onto the non slip side 🤔 so how do you slide pieces into place when they need to be moved slightly 🤔 (answers on a postcard please 😂😂). I was not a happy bunny when the cleaner messaged saying “she had a problem” but would come in the afternoon. This wasn’t particularly convenient for me but as I had been up early and everywhere was just ready for her I agreed. Just before she was due to arrive, she rang up, sounding quite incoherent and saying she felt “not well”. I was particularly angry I can tell you. It had really messed up my day. She piped up with “see you Monday” I just cut off the phone. I think thin ice is what she is skating on at the moment.

So after all of that excitement what more could there be to my week? Of course, I have big plans for my garden this year and after the success of “rehoming plants” last week I wanted to give the roses a helping hand to bigger and better blooms. I had read that applying cardboard around the base of the roses then mulching was a sure fire way of helping them. It did say for it to be done by 31 January, but not sure whether roses use the Gregorian calendar, I do think that the 2nd February was close enough to the last day of January and so I laid the cardboard and my mulch was the spent compost from the tomato plants. Adding a few leaves to the mix would add some nutrients as they rot down. I also applied the same around the hydrangea paniculata after I had removed huge amounts of grass which were choking the poor thing. Most of the weeds in that border tend to come through from my neighbours garden. She has some dead and almost dead leylandi and the earth around the bottom is just full of grass, nettles, creeping buttercup (you get the idea) which then proceed to creep either under or above ground into my garden. No matter how much I pull up they still come back. I feel that the Christmas roses may benefit from some cardboard and some compost to help them flourish and that could be a little job for this afternoon. As well as applying cardboard to smother the weeds on the other side of the garden. I am also going to ask my gardener if he has a scarifier, as the amount of moss in the grass is horrendous! If he could remove it and I can overseed the grass then I may have a better garden this coming year. Of course it is too soon to be scarifying and overseeding but at least he can fit me into his diary.

The plumber is coming on Tuesday to fit the new boiler! I cannot wait, I am so looking forward to lovely hot water and who knows it may make a difference to the heating too.

I finally got my head together where the knitting is concerned, I have almost finished the second front (hopefully this afternoon), then I have to fathom out the increasing for the sleeves and finally get those started.

Thursday saw the arrival of the cars taking part in the rallye Monte Carlo historique. Unfortunately I read that their arrival would be between 23:00 and something like 04:00. Well I would have liked to have gone into town to see them but not during those hours!

So to the music part of the blog and just to confirm that a lot of thought goes into this blog (even though you may not have noticed). So continuing with the gardening theme I have chosen two songs with flowers in them. Of course there could have been “Build me up Buttercup” or “Tiptoe through the Tulips” but as usual it’s the words or music that “speak” to me so my choices are firstly “Good Year For The Roses” by Elvis Costello and The Attractions back in 1981 and the second is “Kiss From A Rose” by Seal back to 1994. If you are hearing these for the first time, enjoy.

My grandchildren did FaceTime me last Sunday which was really lovely. I was hoping that I would be able to visit the UK in April, however, it is all dependent on the blood tests and the PET scan. I am praying it is a possibility but I must be guided by the medical professionals.

I have had an extra boost of energy this week, I do believe, as I made soup, chilli, baked cake and would like to bake some scones today. Let’s see if I have time with all the other things I want to do.

It was “La Chandeleur” on Friday 2 February, and the French would be enjoying crepes. I didn’t follow the tradition as I really have to fancy crepes or pancakes as I know them.

I took the photos yesterday while having a lovely walk. It really did me a power of good and I slept a lot better last night too. The day was pretty cloudy, misty and it was mizzling but it wasn’t cold and it gave me the opportunity to really stretch my legs.

Jusqu’à la semaine prochaine.

[slurrmp]

the backrooms ✰ whittaker!master x disaster!reader.

a/n: this is some hot garbage i tell you what. but, due to the fact that the special will be released monday (australian time) - and jodie will be leaving us, have some rather bad w!master :))))) but i’m bringing back disaster!reader because i have missed her, so that’s a plus. she’s here to torment the master again. also a continuation from THIS old ass prompt.

warnings: swearing, general master nonsense.

Arriving in the safety(?) of her TARDIS, she had told you to not wander off. Told you to stay in the console room. To stay put. That’s where she could keep an eye on you and where you wouldn’t get into any trouble. The effects of the evening where still heavy on your brain and you were trying your best NOT to throw up on the floor. Knowing that would probably only make the Master and her TARDIS pissed. The feeling of the fishes hands against your body sent a shiver through your body. The pit of your stomach rumbled and you pressed a hand over your mouth. God you were going to regret asking the Doctor to let you stay at that bar.

You did your best to listen to the Master. Staying put in the console room was something you didn’t want to defy her on. Because of course she terrified you. But you didn’t think you could hold in the food and alcohol that you had consumed merely an hour ago, down any longer. The Master had disappeared down one of the many halls that connected to the orange lit room - left you standing in a corner near the entry.

Pressing a hand against your mouth again, you looked to your left and then right. Both were entrances to what you assumed where endless hallways and you picked at random. One arm wrapping around your stomach as you tried to find a bathroom. It didn’t take long rushing down the hallway, that the TARDIS finally took pity on you and let you find a bathroom, just in the nick of time.

As you fell against the floor, you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl, before you rested your forehead against the rim of the seat and groaned.

“Never again,” You muttered a wince spreading across your face as the after taste got to you. “If the Doctor decides to go and do another one of his marathon running trips, tell him to fuck off and leave you on the TARDIS.” Another groan as you fell back against the tiled wall. The coolness of everything was a relief, before you fell forward again and threw up once more. One more groan, before you came to the realisation that there was nothing left in your stomach. (You flushed the toilet don’t worry.)

Heaving yourself up off the floor, you leaned heavily against the wall - using it for balance and staggered over to the sink. Hands gripped onto the basen, before you stared at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but gag once more. You looked awful. Bags were heavy under your eyes and the colour in your cheeks was gone, you looked more grey than anything now. Heaving out a deep sigh and turning on the tap, you stared at the running water for a couple of seconds.

You could really do with a shower, but you had no spare clothes to change into and you really didn’t want to wear puked on and alien bloodied clothes again. Splashing the cool water against your face, you felt semi alive again before you grabbed the towel that hung on the hook - drying your hands and wiping down your face. Before you buried into it and screamed.

Finally letting go of any tension that was still in your body, you calmed down and you finally noticed that the pounding that you could constantly hear, was the headache starting to get louder in your head. God you could really use two advile and sleep. Looking at yourself once more in the mirror, you tried your best to brush down your wild hair. Giving up when you couldn’t, you stepped out of the bathroom and into a room that wasn’t the hallway you had entered from.

This hallway had an ugly shade of yellow wallpaper and was endless. It looked like it went on for miles. Hallways upon hallways, all with that same ugly yellow wallpaper. “What the fuck...” You murmured to yourself, turning around to go back into the bathroom, only to realise that the door you had JUST come out of, was now gone. Your whole body froze. That - wasn’t supposed to happen, this has never happened before. Whipping back around, you stared out into the vastness of this room. “No - no. No this is not happening. You are NOT doing this to me.” Your legs finally woke up and you started to walk in what you assumed was forwards.

The low hum of the fluorescent lights barely hanging on to the ceiling was burying deep into your brain - making the headache you had developing to feel worse. You had never see this room before - no matter how many times you had been aboard the Master’s TARDIS, this room had been seen before. Maybe the TARDIS had finally given up on you - throwing up in the bathroom was the last straw for her and now she was going to kill you slowly.

You had no idea how long you wandered, hand dragging along the wall, so that you could at least keep yourself ground to reality - in case you decided to zone out and lose track of were the hell you where going. It felt like hours. Always the same hallway, always the same wallpaper, the same humming of the lights. You knew that TARDIS’s were endless, but this seemed just a bit excessive.

Like it was intentional.

It wasn’t long until a low mechanical noise broke the silence. That humming seemed awfully familiar - but it had been the only thing different within this room in the last fifteen minutes. So of course, like the walking disaster that you are, you decided to chase after it. A voice breaking through your headache, it was gravelly and mechanical. “Eggs -” it kept repeating that word. That was a strange thing for it to say, unless they were craving eggs. Maybe you were craving eggs.

Your hand had continued to run along the wall, like you knew you would get distracted, you lost where you had come from and where you were going. It wasn’t long until you ran out of wall, your hand fell down by your side as you came to a turn. Your body took it and then abruptly froze once more.

In the middle of the room sat ... a ... a dalek.

“Oh shit -” Was the first thing out of your mouth. It’s eye stalk snapped up and landed on you.

“Egg-” It repeated. Oh you’re so thick. So thick and drunk still. That nauseous feeling in your stomach returned. “Egg...” It was blue, one of the master race, how the hell did it end up here? Inside a TARDIS? It looked battered and broken, the panels on its body had all but fallen away and the glass on the stalk was cracked but you knew to never underestimate a dalek, especially one of the master races - that could disintegrate one of its own with just a shot. “Exster-” Backing up, you realised what the thing was trying to say.

“No thank you.” Your feet kept you backing up - hand finally finding the wall once more, as the thing barely began rolling forward. “Do not exterminate me.”

“Extermin...” It kept rolling forward, until your back hit the ugly yellow covered wall. This was it - this is how you died. In a room filled with the SAME thing over and over again. Well, that’s what you thought, until you felt something grab a hold of your forearm, the scream that tore through your throat was brutal and loud, and absolutely embarrassing when you start to think back on it later.

“You stupid girl!” The voice echoed around your head, it was like a spot light from a lighthouse - guiding you back to shore. The hand gripping you tightened, and the distorted voice coming from the broken dalek, that kept calling “eggs-eggs-extermininate” was slowly making its way closer and you couldn’t help but slam your eyes shut as you curled against the wall.

It had all looked the same, the same room - the same walls over and over again. The same buzzing coming from the lights on the ceiling. You couldn’t have found your own way out, no matter how much you wanted too.

“Ah-Ha! Got you!” It wasn’t long until you were suddenly being pulled backward. Your whole body falling and tingling as you slipped through the wall. “I’ve told you time and time again…” Your eyes opened slightly, trying your best to recognise your surroundings, when they landed on her standing in front of you - that fiery look in her eyes. “Do NOT wander off and don’t put your nose where it doesn’t belong.” Eyes snapped open fully, as a heavy gasp escaped your lips - hands flailed slightly before they came to clutch at your hair.

“What the hell is that place!” You managed to find your voice. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as your hands moved from your hair, to the sleeves of the Master’s coat. She was quiet for a few seconds, eyes squinting down at you.

Your grip tightened, not even noticing that she was carrying a pair of clothes. Is that why she had left earlier, to GET you a pair of clothes for you to change into, so that you didn’t smell like alcohol, puke, piss and alien blood?

“They’re called The Backrooms.” And that’s when the chill ran down your spine. What the hell was it doing on her TARDIS? “And they are dangerous.” NO SHIT - Your name was oh so soft on her lips - which helped to pull your attention back onto the Time Lord. “I told you to stay put.” Her free hand came up and pulled one hand off her jacket, and then she forcefully shoved the spare clothes into your grasp.

“I’m sorry -” You started fumbling over your words. “I had to puke...” You said it so grossly that the Master actually winced. Her nose scrunched up and you tried not to find the entire thing adorable. “I had to find a bathroom and then when I stepped back out - I found myself ...” Another shiver ran down your spine. The Master frowned before her head tilted up, staring at the ceiling.

“That wasn’t very nice.” She muttered and you knew that it was to the TARDIS.

“She tried to kill me again ...” It was a statement more than a question and the Master couldn’t help the devilish grin that crossed her lips. “What the actual fu-”

A hand covered your mouth, as you where pushed back into the wall. Brows furrowed over your forehead as a soft squeak left you, the Master pressed a finger to her lips. “Don’t say another word ...” Her hand moved to grip your chin and your name came out of her lips, which still managed to cause the hairs on your arms to stand on end. “Go find your room -” Brows raised, but hands where still holding parts of your head. “Yes -” You knew that nothing further would be mentioned about why you have a room aboard her TARDIS. “The TARDIS will behave now,” Hazel eyes cut upward again and you swear your heard the time machine laugh. “Go take a shower, get that awful smell off you and get changed.” The hand clutching your chin slowly retracted, moving to her side. “I have to drop you off to your precious Doctor in an hour.”

That had you perking up immensely and you didn’t miss the way that the Master’s eyes darkened ever so slightly by your sudden change in mood. The hand that had covered your mouth moved away and you finally let go of her, clutching the change of clothes to your chest. “Thank you, Master.” You said it with as much sincerity as you could muster. The alien blood caking to your body was starting to get distracting. “Thank you for saving me. Twice tonight.” The Time Lord gave you a look, a tsck leaving her, before she turned on her heel and stalked away.

Huffing you stood straighter, clothes still clutched tightly to you. Turning your head, you heard the low hum of the TARDIS and another door appearing next to you. “This better not be another fucking endless hallway -” You mumbled to yourself but as the door opened you spotted a bed. “Thank god...” turning you made your way into the room - door slamming shut behind you.

What a strange day.

[starthetripledevil]

Mario Legacy Challenge: 1989

Last year, Mario's sister Pauline aged up into a teen and got a new music player as a birthday present. Mario and Luigi are still working on their childhood aspirations.

One Monday morning, Pauline is the first member of the Mario family to wake up. She starts to eat breakfast while the others are still sleeping.

Lady plays some basketball with her sister Luigeena, who came to visit.

Mario decides to listen to some music he likes. After a while, Luigi joins him and starts dancing.

Does Emmalyn Winters have a love interest now?

(I did get a thing saying the date was a success. However, iirc when I checked Emmalyn's relationships panel, Raiden wasn't even there. Also I think Raiden might be an MCCC or Neighborhood Stories generated son of Dennis Kim or something, I'm not really sure since I don't have the game open at the moment.)

Feeling flirty, Lady thinks about the possibility of getting into a new relationship.

It's been about a year and half since her husband Jumpman died. She of course still misses him and wishes he was alive.

As a child, Pauline disliked fitness, but now she is starting to like it. Maybe not as much as her brothers, but still to some extent.

One day after school, Mario invites over his classmate Juanita. They both like video gaming, so they decide to play a game on the Mario brothers' NES.

In the summer of 1989, the Marios travel to the Seaside Kingdom, where they spend some time with the Parata & Kato family (they were Jumpman's neighbors like 20 years ago). I'm not sure if they already knew about Jumpman's death before this point, but they certainly do now.

Pauline orders some food from a nearby food stall.

The Marios talk with Caitlin and Rhonda while their parents (or stepfather in Caitlin's case) have gone somewhere else.

Since it is the Seaside Kingdom, the Mario siblings also spend some time swimming.

While everyone else has gone somewhere else, it's now just Lady and Caitlin in the house. They are becoming closer friends now.

Also, did you know that Caitlin is actually closer in age to Lady than she is to her younger half-sister Rhonda? That's right, Lady is 8½ years older than Caitlin, while Caitlin is 10 years older than Rhonda.

Some time after returning home, the Marios go to a library, but it seems that Pauline is the only one actually looking for books.

Lady finally gets to work on her writing skill on a computer.

Lady is not the only one using the computers. Mario does as well in order to practice typing (all of this typing stuff is required for his childhood aspiration). After all, before he can teach typing, he has to learn it first.

After a quick nap and pondering chess moves to get in a focused mood, Luigi does his homework. (Normally I don't bother with the kids' homework due to the good schools trait, but Luigi needs it for his aspiration.)

After Luigi is done with his homework, he and Pauline play a game of chess. Despite Luigi having the mental skills aspiration, he still loses.

Marianne visits the Marios... and she looks quite annoyed for some reason.

After typing, the only thing Mario needs to complete his childhood aspiration is some time on the monkey bars.

One day near the end of the year, Pauline feels the need to learn more about her father. Maybe she looks at some stuff her family has, I don't really know for sure. But while she does, she imagines Jumpman being there. She can imagine him telling her about... the Kongs, I assume.

And now he tells Pauline about how he's happy and owns an amazing car...

Maybe Pauline got a bit too carried away with the imagining.

Pauline decides it's for the best if she just goes to sleep.

[aquadestinyswriting]

Happy Muse Monday!

For any one of your characters, or even all of them if they all feel like answering, what is the scariest thing you have encountered so far in your adventures?

(Answering this for the 'Main Cast' since I have a bunch of stories for this question. All of it is under a cut because this is going to get long due to banter. Tagging @druidx and @blind-the-winds because you're going to love the answers here.)

Meredith: Hi there, sorry it took so long to get back to ye. There was some sort of lurgy making the rounds this past week. We're all fine now, so we can finally get around to answering this. I'll start us off then. The scariest thing I've encountered? Well, I have two things that're tied fer that... honour? Dishonour? Eh, whatever. The first one is flooded mineshafts. Our entire party kinda... forgot that our kit would weigh us down when we decided to tak' the quickest route to Torg's lair the first time. Needless to say two of our party drowned and the rest of us almost followed suit. It's not an experience I'd like to repeat at any time in the near future.

Yoruk: Ye did what?!

Meredith; *cringing* Ah, aye... I forgot I didn't tell ye that bit...

Yoruk: ....

Meredith: Anywho... The second one is that damn giant Dire Weasel. If ye don't know what a Dire Weasel is, it's a weasel, but bigger and spikier. They're generally around... two, three feet long usually. This one was around 5 feet long, spikier and with tonnes more teeth. It's a bit disconcerting when there's a rat-like face full o' teeth that's at the same level as yer face chasing ye through the Underpass. That one is tied in top place because it did manage to kill one of our party pretty much outright and just days after we lost Alphonse and Lorcian, so it wasn't the best time.

Yoruk: *muttering* Moradin give me strength. Are there any other instances ye almost died that I don't know about?

Meredith: noooooo....

Selene: *steps into the middle of the incoming domestic* Scariest thing we've ever encountered you say? Well, I could say something about losing my original library to the Hellmouth, but honestly? The scariest thing I've ever encountered was actually a trap in an abandoned temple. If I recall correctly we made it past the first trap ok (a simple corridor-long pit trap, nothing too challenging), but the second one was... well. I don't like spells that affect the mind, especially if they're malicious. And the trap in that second corridor was both. Now, I didn't end up getting trapped myself, so I was spared that particular trauma. Unfortunately, out of our whole six person party, I was the only one who wasn't. Do you have any idea how terrifying it is to see all of your friends fall into a catatonic state with no idea how to snap them out of it in a place that has so many other dangers and is hundreds of miles from the nearest village? I can handle physical dangers just fine, throw a big enough fireball in its face and it'll probably run off with its tail between its legs. Mental ones? *shudders*

Edwin: *blinking* Ok, that just makes my scariest thing look like peanuts in comparison, but I might as well say what it was. Frankly it was the demon scorpion - or was it spider?- thing that burst out of Granny Apple at the start of the Demon War. Now it wasn't that I was afraid of the demon itself. It was more the fact that it had been able to infest then kill one of the most ancient Treants on Titan that also happens to be a direct creation of Galana Herself. Being faced with a creature that could kill something that was so powerful was a bit terrfying.

Yoruk: *sighs* I mean, mine is going to be a wee bit cliché by now, but for me it was seeing what my birth-giver became once she had the opportunity to amass as much power as she wanted. I mean, she was always probably more demon than dwarf, but seeing that physically was... aye... Were it not for my friends and remaining family, I'd begin to think her line was Cursed or summat and worry about heading down the same path.

Meredith: I honestly dinna think that's anywhere near cliché, love. It'd be a wee bit worrying if it was. Anyway, I hope all that answered yer question.

[homeahoy]

What happens at Dave’s

High School AU

Warnings: Smut, Drinking, Swearing. 

Dave was having a party, to be more accurate Dave was getting a party.  He really shouldn’t have mentioned to David that his parents were away from Thursday until Monday night. It was his own fault really he should never have told David Stirling everyone knew never to tell David anything. David had heard those words and immediately started telling everyone Dave was having a house party.  Dave being Dave and not wanting to rain on everyone's parade had just gone along with it.  He was now beginning to regret his choice. He knew his friends, he knew the damage they could do.  It didn’t matter how much the responsible ones tried to reign in the louder ones it still ended one way, in utter chaos. By the time Saturday night rolled round he was beginning to regret it even more. 

The whole crew had descended on his house, even some of the french exchange students outside of the three they normally hung out with came. For some reason Reg and Johnny had brought the weird german kid and even more annoying friend, wait was he his friend? They seemed to speak to each other but it may have been because they were the only German students at the school. Jock had brought some girl called Mirren who went to the local all girls school and looked like she was about to die when she walked through the door and saw Reg pinning Johnny against the wall and kissing him. The rest had arrived individually or in groups depending if someone had decided to drive.  They had carried in boxes or bags full of alcohol, someone smart no doubt Bill had brought plastic cups. The kind that could be thrown away. 

It had taken about an hour before things had started to get rowdy.  Eve and David had disappeared. The door to Dave's bedroom was wedged shut so no-one could get in. It was a foregone conclusion that they were having sex in there. Eve pinned under David as the fucked in the cramped space of the bottom bunk of the set of bunk beds that Dave still had adorned with the colour’s of this favourite football team. Eve hadn’t been all that kind on the idea but the mix of teenage need and the smell of David’s aftershave had been too much, and he had looked really good. David himself needed no encouragement whatsoever; it was a wonder that he didn’t walk around with a permanent hardon.  They had disappeared into the room and in a flurry using a folder up magazine to wedge the door shut before pulling at each other’s clothes and then going at it. Appearing an hour or two later and joining back in with everyone. 

Dave himself was occupied in the kitchen going shot for shot with Pat, Jim, Paddy and Augustin, while Andre, Eoin and Georges cheered them on. What they were using as shot was a mixture of everything that had been brought into the house.  The contest was abruptly cut short by Pat, who was famous for not being able to hold his alcohol, began to gag and had to run to the toilet to be sick.  Appearing a few moments later and going at it again, to raucous cheers.  Finally he staggered away and passed out in the bath in the upstairs bathroom. The rest had kept going. Paddy and Eoin finally give up and start to make out against the fridge. The rest kept drinking, disappearing every now and again to either pee, smoke or chat with someone, somewhere else in the house. 

The downstairs bathroom is occupied but the strange trio of Johnny, Reg and Walter who are going at it like rabbits with each other.  Reg and Johnny making up for the time they didn’t get to play with Walter in the bathroom with Mike The noise was luckily drowned out by the music that was being blared at top volume from the living room.  Bruckner, who had no idea what was going on in the bathroom due to the music, was banging on the bathroom door to be let in because he needed a piss.  The three young men inside were trying not to laugh, which would have made what they were doing more awkward. It was while all three emerged to a confused looking Bruckner who had pushed past them to get in.  Walter vanished into the kitchen to get a drink, it would be found out later that he was a weepy drunk and was found hours later sitting in the garden crying. Reg and Johnny had taken up Dave’s bed and were going at it again. This time the door isn’t wedged shut and more than one person walks in.  Bill twice while trying to find Mike. Making the comment that he had seen more of Reg’s arse than his own. 

Jock, Mirran, Bill and Mike in the living room.  Bill and Mike are trying not to take the piss out of Jock’s attempts at flirting with Mirran who for some reason seems into it.  Much to Mike and Bill’s shock.  They try to make small talk but it is painful, eventually Jock and Mirran disappear off into the night, No-one really knows what they get up to and Jock will never tell them. Bill and Mike decide to get pissed with the french exchange students until Mike get’s the bright idea to climb the tree in the front garden.  He doesn’t tell anyone which leads to Bill hunting throughout the house from him. Giving up eventually to get pissed with Dave.  Mike however scales the tree, climbs back down, gets more drunk before trying to pet the neighbours cat and passing out in the garden hedge. 

The Morning comes with a few surprises.  Bill is passed out on the top bunk of Dave’s bunk beds, having slept through Johnny and Reg going at it again on the bottom bunk before passing out.  Dave himself is passed out on the kitchen floor covered in a living rug that Jim draped over him before going home.  Pat is still passed out in the bath with a cock drawn on his cheek, the handy work of JIm before he left.  Walter has had to call his Mum after waking up on the stairs, head resting on Bruckner’s shoulder. They both depart together although they don’t say a word the entire ride home. Eve has gone home leaving David behind as she didn’t want sick in her car. David is currently spooning a cushion on the living room floor. Andre and Augusting wake up spooning each other on the couch and vow to never breathe a word of it to anyone.  Paddy and Eoin have taken up the bed in the spare room which is for guests. Georges called a cab around four in the morning and went home. 

Awake they all stumble into the kitchen and begin to try and wake up. No-one knows where Mike is until he stumbles in looking like half a hedge is in his hair. Pat is still sleeping in the bath as everyone tries to clean the house to help Dave out.  Only Bill is the only one really helping while the others just scavenge what’s left of the drink for next time and pour out cups into the sink.  Bill has to turn on the shower to get Pat to wake up. The smell of sick coming off him making Bill throw up himself.  Returning to the kitchen after chugging mouthwash he suggests a Mcdonalds breakfast.  Mike agree’s and drags him off at once before everyone else can answer.  The rest pile into Augustin and Reg’s cars. They lose Bill’s car which they are pretty sure is being driven by Mike due to how recklessly it’s being driven and go to KFC instead. 

This ends in chaos with Reg and Johnny nearly getting them thrown out for going at it in the toilet’s again.  Paddy and Eoin calling a cab and leaving. Andre, Augustin, Pat and Dave leave David in KFC because he is being annoying and text Eve to go get him. He ends up having to make his own way home by bus. Reg and Johnny have left in Reg’s car to go back to Regs.  Bill and Mike, having no clue where the rest have gone, get their McDonalds and drive out to the lookout point over the town to eat it and promptly end up shagging in the back of the volvo after  a few flirty comments and the realisation that they like each other more than friends.  No-one finds out until someone comments about all the leaves on the backseat a few weeks later. 

Dave believes he had gotten away with having the party until his Mum finds the polaroid's Reg took of Johnny in her wedding dress.

[rubyperic-09]

In Love

Chapter 2 is lowkey kinda boring.... i think so anyway, it's eventful, just not the most interesting events. Anyway...... Lmk if you enjoy it and I'll release Chapter 3 at 9:00 am tomorrow (UTC+10/Australian time) maybe chapter 4 as well.

as i said on the last chapter, i was in my heartstopper faze while i wrote this book :) not that i've left but i write other things now xx

feel free to lmk if there are any mistakes or anything in this and if you have any suggestions for additional parts to any chapters at any point :)

I will be opening my suggestion box after the release of chapter 5 so get keen if ya have any suggestions!!!! anyway.... i'll quit yappin 😂 enjoy xx

Summary (was too lazy to do it myself so ChatGPT did it for me 😂): Ivy shares her experience of coming out and the subsequent challenges with her family. She had secretly been in a relationship with Lilly and assumed She had informed her brother, Henry, after telling their parents. While discussing travel plans with Lilly, a visibly upset Henry walked in. After ending the call, Ivy tried to comfort Henry, eventually revealing her relationship with Lilly. Henry was surprised and hurt, having not been informed. Ivy explained their attempts to stay in touch, which failed due to miscommunications. This led to a heartfelt conversation where both siblings reassured each other of their love and bond, ending with a tender reconciliation.

Chapter 2:

I do not remember telling my brother about my relationship with Lilly, but I told my parents about her. My dad had done the exact same thing he was doing with Henry. The whole “you’re not allowed to spend every minute of your day with the person you love” thing. I had learnt to block it out after a while. I proceeded to live with her for 9 months and then finally moved to live with my family. Lilly and I have arranged to see each other whenever possible. She will come down to Melbourne for the Easter holidays. I will go up to Brisbane for the winter holidays-it will be freezing in Melbourne and Brisbane is always warm- she will come down for the spring holidays, and my whole family is going up for the Christmas holidays to see my cousins anyway, so I will see her then as well.

I have dated guys in the past, that is why my parents were so shocked when I came out to them. They just thought I had finally given up on relationships. Nope, never. I just had a relationship with the person they thought was my best friend. My dad was completely shocked. Like he had no idea it was coming. My mum on the other hand, had seen me kiss her goodbye when she drove me home one night. I genuinely thought we had been secretive about our relationship. But apparently not. My mother was like a super spy. She heard me say I love you over the phone a couple of times and I just pretended I was talking to my aunty when she asked about it. She then of course called my aunty who ratted me out and said I had never called her. So, I had to tell her. I told my dad at the same time because I would not have to come out twice that way. But I must have forgotten about Henry.

It is Monday afternoon, and I am on the phone to Lilly, organizing how in the name of hell we were going to pay for a plane ticket. We both had jobs and could already pay for half the plane ticket if we combined our summer money. I decided to use some of my birthday money to even out how much we were both paying. We had two thirds of the plane ticket paid for at this point and only needed eighty-three dollars to pay for the rest of the ticket. That was easy enough that is only a week’s salary, and we only need to pay for half each. I pay my half of the money using my job money from last week. And Lilly will pay for hers on Thursday when she gets paid. For now, she borrows the money from her mum.

I was about to buy the plane ticket when Henry walked in, tears rolling down his face. When I asked him what was wrong, he changed the subject and asked what I was doing. “I’m on the phone” I say.

“I know that” he says. His voice shaky.

“What’s wrong?” I ask again.

“nothing”

Obviously, that is wrong.

“Hey, I’m really sorry, can I call you back later?” I say to Lilly.

“I don’t get much option do I.” she says laughing.

“Nope.”

“Alright, fine. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye”

...

“Who was that?” Henry asks.

“Who do you think it was.” I answer.

“I don’t know. Some stupid guy you met in primary school and reunited with.” He rolls his eyes at me.

I stare at him blankly. “I did not tell you. Did I.”

“Tell me what?” he asks while wiping away dried tears.

“Alright.” I sigh. “I was on the phone to Lilly.”

“Oh. So, it is like your plutonic love then?” he says almost disappointed.

“No!” I say this too loud. I can tell because Henry recoils from his regular slumped position to a very stiff straightened position. “sorry” I say. “I am so sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean to. I ... I ...”

I can’t find the words to finish my sentence. It’s like there is a frog in my throat. I then realize that I am crying too. “I have been dating Lilly for aver a year now. I just assumed you knew.”

He doesn’t say anything. He just sits there like a stunned donkey. “I told mum and dad about her about a year ago. I genuinely thought I had told you.”

“You hadn’t” he said so quietly that I barely heard him.

“I know that know” I say.

...

“I’m sorry for not telling you. I was so stressed that I forgot to tell Lilly that I had come out to my parents for like six months. Like I just completely forgot about it.”

“Glad I’m not the only one you forgot about then.”

“what’s that supposed to mean? I never forgot about you. I sent multiple letters, postcards, I sent you presents. Mum sent me the address. Did you not get any of them?”

“no.” he says with an incredibly surprised look on his face. “Not a single one of them.”

“Oh. I must have sent them to the wring address or something. That’s my fault.” He doesn’t say anything. He just stares at his jumper sleeves. “I tried to email you. But they wouldn’t send through and none of my messages got replies.”

“So that was you. I have like sixty messages on my phone from an unknown number. I didn’t know it was you.”

“Mum sent me your number. I told you it was me, didn’t I?”

“nope”

“Oh, well, that’s me. Woops.” I say almost laughing.

We both burst out laughing. “Is this why you have been avoiding me? You thought I forgot about you?”

“Kind of”

“OMG. You are such an idiot! I can’t believe you thought I forgot about you. I thought you had forgotten about me.” We are both almost crying laughing at this point. “I love you, Henry. And I aways will.”

“I love you too” he says back. We aren’t laughing anymore. We are serious this time. I hug my brother for the first time in what feels like forever. He snuggles into my shoulder. The same way he used to when we were kids.

[homestuckdailyweekly]

Homestuck Daily - Week 5 - 5/18/2024

Look, I'll be honest, I didn't read homestuck at all this week. Which is too bad, because I'm catching up this morning to write this post, and I think it's a pretty good week of Homestuck! We're getting into the Sburb Tutorial, we're getting more acquainted with TT, there's now more than 1 type of Joke (Sylladex Shenanigans). I didn't mean to forget to read Homestuck this week to be clear. I was just spending my free time Monday through Wednesday playing Final Fantasy 1 Pixel Remaster. Also some Hades 2 on Thursday. Then Final Fantasy 2 Pixel Remaster on Friday. I was gaming is my point, and can you really blame a Gamer like myself for procrastinating on a personal project? You can? Oh, well... look, my FF1 playthrough was somewhat homestucky, so if you promise to be cool I'll tell you about it at the end of the post. Cool? Cool. Well, that's enough bullshit for the intro, lets begin. We begin this week with a view of the SBURB UI, which we quickly learn is currently the POV of TT as she learns how to navigate and maneuver as the Server Player for John. This leads to John finding the FILO Fetch Modus, which allows him to freely switch between FIFO and FILO, doubling the number of items he has immediate access to from his Sylladex at any given time. This newfound mastery (Citation Needed) of a game mechanic for John is mirrored by TT's being thrown into the game mechanics of being a Server Player. In short: She destroys Johns house a little bit. Mostly his bathroom. On the bright side, TT also deploys 3 Game Constructs throughout John's house, the Totem Lathe, the Cruxtruder, and the Alchemiter; although we don't yet know what they do. John downloads pesterchum to his Dad's PDA so that no distance from his computer can seperate him from pestering his chums. John also finds a Weapon Upgrade, a Sledge Hammer which he plans to use to try and activate the Cruxtruder at the end of this week's comics. We also get a bit more GardenGnostic over Pesterchum and learn that TT is on the East Coast (A fact that was already discussed due to my curse of future knowledge). Overall, a fun week of posts, and I'm starting to feel the comic ramping up. I can't wait to see what the next few weeks brings this project. Alright, before I go, I said I'd talk about my Final Fantasy 1 playthrough. It was mostly Homestucky due to the names I decided to give the party: I had June the Thief, Dave the Warrior, Rose the Black Mage, and Jade the Red Mage. I am terrible at choosing names and couldn't resist doing a themed-playthrough. Here's some highlights of the playthrough while I have you here: June died *alot* up to and including the first major Fiend Boss Fight, but after that point, she got access to strong enough armor and enough levels that she didn't die a single time up until the final boss. Dave was a Beast the entire playthrough, and would often be dragging the rest of the party behind him back to towns so they could get revived before I could afford a supply of Phoenix Downs. Phoenixs Down? Who could say. The point is the only times Dave went down were during a Final Boss TPK or from getting Stun-locked by Ghasts one time. Rose got a huge powerboost once I got her AOE spells, allowing the party to take out large groups of enemies very quickly. She also surprisingly ended up as the best healer in the party, using the Healer's Staff to have access to an AOE Heal spell that'd heal a few hundred hp each per use. And then, there was Jade the Red Mage, who for the majority of the run alternated between Buffing, Support, and Pure Physical Damage. And of course, when she became a Red Wizard, I gave her the Escape the Dungeon spells. Overall, I had a lot of fun with just the little gimmick of the names. No promises you'll get another segment like this again though.

[teenmomcentral]

Jenelle Evans‘ 14-year-old son Jace has been reported missing.

Jace— who grew up on Teen Mom 2— was listed as a runaway on Tuesday. The Brunswick County, North Carolina, Sherriff’s Office put out an alert out on its social media pages, urging anyone who sees Jace to call 911.

“BCSO Deputies Searching for Runaway Juvenile, Jace Evans,” a post on the BCSO Facebook page reads, adding that Jace was last seen leaving his school in Leland, North Carolina, around 2:45 p.m. EST on Tuesday.

TMZ broke the story, adding that they had contacted Jenelle’s mother, Barbara Evans for more information. As The Ashley previously reported, Jenelle finally regained custody of Jace from Barbara in March. Barbara had raised the boy since he was born, but after a years-long custody battle with Jenelle, agreed to give her custody of Jace. (As The Ashley previously reported, though, the decision was mainly due to the fact that Barbara could no longer handle Jace, according to The Ashley’s sources.)

TMZ reported that Barbara said she spoke to Jace on Monday night, and all appeared to be OK. (As The Ashley told you, things on The Land have been pretty terrible over the last week or so, with Jenelle and her husband David Eason fighting and taking their battle to social media.) 

Barb also claimed that she called Jenelle on Tuesday (before Jace was reported missing), but Jenelle didn’t want to talk to her.

In a statement to TMZ, Jenelle said that Jace only ran away because he got in trouble.

“As a boy mom, kids can act up and rebel as I’m sure the majority of us all once did as kids too. Jace, got in trouble at school, we decided to take his phone away and that’s when he decided to run off,” she told the site. “Jace is a good kid and we’re not dealing with anything that most families don’t deal with while raising children.

She also insisted that Jace taking off wasn’t due to her and David fighting on The Land in front of him.

“This has absolutely nothing to do with my situation with David, we do not argue in front of our children or fight in front of our kids,” Jenelle said.

“This is a teenage boy being a teenager mad that we decided to take his phone away.”

After Jace was located, David took to social media to insist that he did try to find the lad.

“Jace is fine, he has been found, everyone needs to calm down!” David wrote. “I was the first one looking for him so get off my case!” 

The Ashley’s sources tell her that this is not the first time Jace has left since moving in with Jenelle. There was at least one more instance, as well as several when he lived with Barbara.

The Ashley will update this story when more info is available. Stay tuned. 

UPDATE! David just posted a rant to Instagram regarding Jace.

"You want to come on here assuming all kinds of S**t about Jace… I’ve been out here running through the f**king woods for two-and-a-half hours trying to find him… I almost had a f**king heat stroke trying to find this kid. You know what they told me? ‘Go home, we have drones, we have helicopters, we have dogs, we have ATVs, dirt bikes, we’re gonna find him.’ They told me to go home and make sure he doesn’t walk in the door…

“I’m the first one that ran after his ass to try to find him…Don’t come on here trying to tell me what the fk you think is going on. Please. I do all the fking work around here, I take care of everything around here, and if you think I don’t just because of something someone might tell you when they’re mad, you’re f**king WRONG.

“And if you think you can assume some shit just because an article you seen because Barbara goes on the Internet saying something. She don’t even know what the fk she’s talking about,” David added. “You can’t fking take Barbara’s word for it, she’s selling articles for money. Gotta pay for your retirement somehow.”