#and so when i get to it it turns out I havent paid a bill i knew nothing about and they've made it more expensive because im paying too late

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI! Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty-One: The kids we left behind

(Netflix isn't working once again so enjoy a flashback chapter! You and Duncan are both seven, and this mainly revolves around his older brother, not a long chapter, sorry but i havent paid my internet bill or whatever so i wanna savor it- is that how that works-)

Mick watched Duncan wait patiently by the door. He knew that his youngest brother was anxiously awaiting for you to arrive. It seemed that the boy was always waiting for you.

Leo, was asleep and was nearly on top of Mick by the time you finally arrived. He didn't stay asleep for long though, you burst into the house nearly oozing with light.

"OKAY SO-" You jumped on top of Duncan who already was laughing.

Mick was amazed by the transformation you held over Duncan. The abused child who typically was quiet and reserved turned into this happy and joyful creature.

It was horrifying, but in a fun way.

"Miss me?" you smiled still nearly straddling the other boy. The boy smiled, and flipped you onto your back. "Always." He winked.

Oh these fuckers- Mick rolled his eyes, he never thought he'd say this about two children- but fucking marry each other already holy shit it's wild.

James walked by the living room and stopped seeing his youngest brother straddling the girl, James considered as another sibling.

"Uh-" James looked onto the couch and saw a half-asleep Leo, an amused Mick, Kenny who was for some reason under the coffee table, and Henry and Lucas staring at the TV.

"You gonna do something about this?" He questioned Mick who smiled and shrugged.

God, brothers.

"Idiots, I'm going to tell Ben about this I swear to god-" James turned around and ran up the stairs into the communal room he shared with his six other brothers.

Ben was scrolling through his phone doing situps on the top bunk. "Ben, how on earth does Duncan get more girls then you do?" James smiled scratching his nose with his middle finger.

"Dude, it's cause I'm gay-"

"Fair enough."

Ben rolled his eyes and jumped off the top bunk and whiped his hands on his sweatpants. "Show me the damage." He ushered his brother back downstairs into the living room.

The two bestfriends had now migrated onto the couch, and they were sitting next to Leo who was back to his usual snoring.

Y/N had her arm intertwined with Duncan's and was rambling about her day, but both brothers were a good 90% sure he wasn't listening, his eyes were focused on you, and there was this dreamy look in his eyes which made it clear he wasn't all there.

"You understand that they are like literally in love with each other, right-" Ben turned around to James unsure of what the problem was.

"... well for starters... their seven-"

"So? You had your first kiss at seven." Ben pointed out and James gave him a pointed glare. "I was asleep and it was the dog." James hissed.

"Your just sad because your brother is getting more action then you are." Ben laughed patting his brothers arm and sitting down on the couch, ruffling you and Duncan's hair with a fond smile.

"There is seven of us, it's almost guaranteed that one of us has to be." Mick said his eyes on the TV. "Why were you listening?" James raised an eyebrow. "Well it was either listen to you loose your shit, or listen to this idiot snore." He flicked Leo's nose upwards causing the snore to stop for a moment.

Before continuing.

"If any of you are wondering what to get me for Christmas, I beg of you, earmuffs, headphones, anything." Mick begged the lot of you.

You handed him a pair of shop class headphones and everyone looked at you curiously. "Ya'll I'm in three shop-classes, I'm always gonna have these on me." You blushed hiding your head in Duncan's collarbone.

"Marry her." Mick mouthed to his brother as he put the headphones on, sighing in relief.

Duncan blushed hard and shrunk in his seat.

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That night when Henry walked into his room, he didn't hear the usual sound of his youngest brother trying to get his older brothers to include him in the conversation.

(The conversation typically revolved around: How the hell are we gonna save up enough money to get out of this hell hole?)

So usually it didn't work.

But tonight he heard your soft chatter with Duncan, he stared at one of the bottom bunks and saw Duncan without a shirt on, he winced seeing his brothers bruises because Henry had the same if not worse.

You held ice on the bruises whispering your apologies each time Duncan whimpered. The bruises were so purple they were nearly black.

Duncan always seemed to have it bad in the Tarun household. No one really understood why, I mean sure the father hit them all, but not like he did Duncan.

As you grabbed Duncan's hand and positioned it to hold up the ice to one of the more nasty bruises you went into your backpack and pulled out a pack of bandaids.

You started off with the butterfly ones. When you had went over to your house for dinner, thats when their father came home, he decided that target practice was in order, and as usual it ended with the youngest child.

You slowly picked out the glass shards and went over the cuts with the butterfly bandaids. On the larger ones, you used typical bandaids that had actual butterflies on them.

Soon enough it seemed that Duncan had all of his major scrapes taken care of. Henry watched as you helped his brother slip on a shirt over his head and you tucked him into bed.

You seemed to be asking a question but you were far enough that Henry couldn't hear.

Duncan nodded, clearly tired, most likely from blood loss. You carefully climbed on the bed, and you angled your head so it wouldn't touch any of his bruises, and you laid your head on his chest.

He smiled once he saw how happy his brother looked as he wrapped his arms around you.

Henry was sad to say he knew the truth, he knew that he didn't need to call your dad and ask if you could stay the night. Truth be told he was pretty sure your father wouldn't even be there.

Y/N L/N was made for his brother, through and through.

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bonus: quotes from you, duncan, and his brothers!

You: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Duncan: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

You: Three of us saw it, Duncan. How do you explain that?

Duncan: *points at Henry* Sleep deprivation. *points at James* Paranoia. *points at Mick* Delusional personality disorder.

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You: Where's Duncan, Henry, and James?

Mick: They're playing hide and seek.

You: Where?

Mick: I don't think you get how this game works

You: oh then maybe my mom isn't dead

Mick: what do you mean?

You: well she's been hiding for almost three years now, maybe everyone was trying to play a trick on me

*Duncan falling out of the top kitchen cabinent, Henry unfolding himself out of dishwasher, and James stepping out of the garbage can, all of them are looking at you in horror.*

Seven year old you laughing and pointing: HAH **** YOU ALL I FOUND YOU WITH MY TRAUMATIC ******* BACKSTORY SUCK MY **** YOU ABSOLUTE SONS OF ******

Seven year old Duncan smiling and clapping you hand: Shes my best friend

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tagged: @lostsomewhereinthegarden

[7h3m4n9l3]

do you have any bad feelings surrounding your Happiest Day? a similar thing happened to me and i have really mixed feelings about it, so im curious how you feel

yes i do!

going foreward i just try really hard not to think about it, i find these unhappy memories can intrude what the rest of happiest day represents and that sucks. oh my cups got thrown out? ok well i literally met jasper irl so who cares jasper is so epic and i love him so much my #1 obsession my Tennis Ball and ohhh [microwave noises coming from my head. my eyes light up and a tiny jasper can be seen inside slowly rotating ]hgggggghhhsssnnnn............jaaaapperrr..... ♡♡♡♡

also what has helped is putting a widget on my home screen that plays pictures from happiest day's photo album. its making my brain forget the unhappy stuff for realsies cuz i had to think kinda hard about the stuff i wrote below :0P

i havent been to a CEC since i was probably 10 so i had no idea how you even get inside. we walked up, and the staff asked "are you here to play or for a birthday party" and i said "uhhh.... to hang out? like, get lunch?" and then she was like "oh, you're all adults" LOL and it was fine but umm. i was not expecting my only options to be Play or Birthday Party .....

i was shaking pretty much the entire time (excitement) even just talking to the staff and this was really embarassing. it also made a lot of my videos turn out bad

general embarassment from being a big fan (autism style) in a sea of .... regular consumers. a lot of little kids stared at me and i dont know if its because im an adult at chuck e cheese or because crutches LOL. tbh kids staring at me doesnt bother me that much but i was not prepared to have such an unusually large audience

i accidentally made 2 seperate bills at the prize counter because i asked for extra paper cups, to collect them, after i already paid for my jasper plush. the extra cups were really expensive and i didnt know that. this kinda just makes the next part worse LOL

the saddest/worst part: they threw out my special cups. i collected 3/5 of the cups they had including a special refill one (paid extra for the 3 cups and special one) and when we were taking pictures at the stage, a staff came by and threw all of them out. i got another special cup and 2/5 paper cups but i felt horrible bothering this staff who seemed to already be irritated (reasonable. if i worked cec on a saturday i would also be irritated lol) and i was also disappointed to not have a full cup of lemonade for the long drive home. honestly this was really upsetting and i cant even display the cups i have now cuz i just get upset thinking about the cups they threw out :0(

salad bar was um. well, it was there. it certainly Was There. i did Get a salad bar pass. and um... well i sure did use it. and then i made a pact with my mom to finish it together cuz it was... unexpectedly not fresh

like i said the photo album widget on my home screen is really working wonders on my brain. the only photos i have are obviously happy ones and if those are the only things i really remember... well :03

[forestryfae]

anyways fuck dad for telling me he thinks my brother and i are too harsh with eachother and i need to be the bigger person and be nicer. “maybe its hard for him to respond to your text” he liteally sends me textsthat say “can i borrow x amount” then doesnt say thanks or please, he had the audacity to ask me for 1500 extra on top and was only gonna pay me back the 1500 he owed me from before, not the 3000 he would owe me. every time we talk and i say something he has to fucking cross examine me, judges me, picks it apart, brings up past issues or imagined issues or shit im working on, just repeats hit moms said or forces his narrative. i shouldnt go to school again because HE found it hard and dropped out because of the schoolwork. i dropped out because my ocd was starving me and i spent 15-45 minutes JUST on washing my hands and eventually got too sick to leave the apartment i was shoved in after i got worse. that is NOT the same thing. but yeah. sure. my brother didnt clean up aftr himself or do chores and if dad asked he could just say no or i dont want to, so dad turned around and asked me instead then yelled at me when i said no because it wasnt my mess and it was unfair i had to do everything when they did nothing. same vibes. brother is being rude and kind of cruel if im being honest, dad doesnt even try to fix it or point it out or defend me when hes sitting there with us, and sometimes makes it worse by further riling me up by pointing out everything i cant do or struggle with and being unsupportive, but i have to be nicer and kinder and more accomodating so its easier for everyone else. and somehow IM the only one he talks to about it and im the only one who has to do something because god forbid he discipline his spoiled, selfcentered, rude child who fucking cries and refuses to listen at the tiniest fucking percieved provocation or the tiniest scolding because he cant handle the world not revolving around him. its fucking unfair. i shoudlnt have to hold my rage and anger inside me all the time so other people dont get rightfully uncomfortable. its been 6 fucking months since he borrowed money. he paid me back 1k 5 months ago. then said he cant pay more than 500 every time he gets paid. just INFORMED me that he had to do it that way, DIDNT ASK if it was okay, borrowed more money later, then tried to borrow more money and promised to pay back what he already owed me from before but not the new 1500, then was rude and short with me when i got mad at him and pointed out he owed me that much. havent fucking heard from him since despite the fact that dad gave him a lower rent for december. and the majority of times when hes texted or contacted me first was to ask to borrow money or traumadump. i think, at this point, rage and anger are the only appropriate reponses. its fuckin ridicilous. its disrespectful. its offensive. what the fuck. ive been pretty fucking lenient and ive been pretty fucking nice. i am NOT being unreasonably harsh by reminding him with ONE passive aggressive text that he owes me money. i have bills to pay and groceries i need to buy. 1500 is either a lot of gorceries at once or two-three grocery trips depending on what i buy. its a whole power bill or two thirds of insurance. its not an insignificant amount.

[childishzombiejellyfish]

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[happys-crazy-queen22]

Drunk Confessions

Gif credit @sadeyesgf

Hope you all enjoy.

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"What? You better be dying, waking me up at 3 in the morning". You grumbled rolling over on your back, the phone wedged in between your ear and your shoulder.

"Your boy, he's drunk.  Come get him, before he does something stupid". By the sound of the person, it was Coco. He was drunk as well. You didn't know how he managed to dial the number, because when he's drunk he can't stay in a chair.

"Not my boy, you got him drunk you take care of him. I'm going back to sleep, jackass". You smiled and snuggled back into your comfy pillow.

"Y/N, there's a girl hitting on him". Coco warned but you could hear laughing so you knew it wasn't serious.

"Tell her to use a bat. He'll go out faster".

"Y/N!"! Coco screamed into the phone right next to your ear.

"What"? You whined, you were so tired of Angels bullshit and you wanted to go back to sleep.

"Come to the bar, I'll have him waiting in the truck for you". Then Coco hung up. You were debating on whether to go or not.

But you figured you couldn't leave him there and let the cops pick him up cause you knew Coco would just leave him there. He's not a very responsible person when drunk, you found that out after he took your dog to the pound when he stole his sandwich while he was drunk out of his mind.

Hopping in your car, you drove to the local bar and there sat Cocos truck with a passenger in the front.

"I dont get paid enough to be doing this". You grumbled as you parked your car and went to grab Angel.

Knocking on the window, you spooked Angel. He let out a girlish scream and then unlocked the door when he saw it was you. You laughed as he opened it.

"Let's go".

"Hi, Y/N". Angel said childish. He was basically a child when he was drunk. Not a mean drunk or a destructive drunk, that you were thankful for.

Helping Angel out of the truck, he wrapped his arm around your neck.

"You look pretty tonight". Angel whispered in your ear. Making you giggle.

"Thanks".

"You look pretty all the time. Especially when you got my dick in your mouth". Angel moaned, his head falling back.

"Angel shut up and get in the car". You groaned, shoving him into the passenger seat. Slamming the door, making him jump.

As you got in, Angel was taking his clothes off. This was a drunk side you havent seen before.

"Angel put your clothes back on now". You scorned him.

"No sexy sex"? He pouted.

"No. You're going home and going to bed. Sleep your drunk ass off before work tomorrow". You told him, starting the car.

Angel put on his shirt and buckled his pants with a huff.

"I love you, Y/N. You take good care of me".

You blinked your eyes as you watched the road. Angel never said he loved you. And him being the first one to say it really surprised you.

"Okay. Thanks".

"I'm sorry I'm mean to you sometimes. I dont want to see you get hurt".

"You're not mean to me Angel. You're just protective".

"Yeah, maybe. Can we stop and get a cheeseburger"?

"No. All the restaurants are closed. It's four in the morning". You laughed.

"Boo. Stupid restaurant people. I want food".

"I'll make you some pancakes when we get home. Maybe itll soak up the booze". You tell him turning into the drive way.

Angel stumbled to get out, almost falling face first into the ground. "I'm good". He chuckled.

"Let's get you inside". Helping him inside he fell face first into the couch and was out. He started snoring.

You placed a blanket on him and went back to bed. Not a peep was heard until nine o'clock that morning.

Walking into the livingroom, Angel had gotten undress leaving his boots on and his cock in his hand, semi-hard. You laughed to yourself as you went to make coffee.

Hearing some noises in the livingroom you figured he was up. Grabbing two coffee mugs you heard Angel come into the kitchen. His boots hitting the floor.

"Good morning". You say turning around. There he stood still naked.

"Put some clothes on will ya"? You scoffed handing him his coffee.

"I thought you liked me naked"?

"Not right now I don't. What happened last night"?

"I dont know. Where are my clothes at"?

"That I dont know. You were fully dressed when you went to bed".

"Did I say anything stupid or ridiculous last night"?

"Well. I dont think you did but you may".

"What'd I say"?

"You loved me". You smirked behind your coffee cup.

"What"?

"Yeah. That and I look pretty with your dick in my mouth".

"Well that's true". Angel snorted as he sipped his coffee..

"Gee, Angel thanks. Just what a girl wants to hear". You rolled your eyes and went back to the bedroom to get dress.

"I'm kidding. You look pretty all the time". His voice followed you.

"Angel, can you be serious for once in your life"?

"Okay".

"What are we doing? We live together,  we sleep together, we share the bills, we do mostly everything together but neither one of us have said we loved each other. Are we roommates or are we dating? Can we see other people or just us"?

"You're not seeing anyone else but me". Angel got defensive.

"So we're dating? Cause it sure looks like I'm playing house with a guy that doesn't want me unless it fits his needs". You say about to walk away.

"I love you. Okay. Is that what you want to hear? I love you".

"Don't pity me with that. You're just saying that so I'll keep doing stuff you want".

"I'm not. I do love you. Why do you think I wanted you to move in? I didnt want other guys coming in your house. Why do you think I want you around me all the time? Because I cant go a minute without looking at you. You give me butterflies or some girly shit. I love you and i just want you. No one else". Angel stood there pouring his heart out and you couldnt be more in love with him at that moment.

You lunged towards Angel and captured his lips with yours. "I love you too". Your hands went to either side of his face, deepening the kiss. Angel wrapped his arms around your hips and lifted you up.

"I love you so much. Please don't leave me". Angel broke the kiss, his eyes were glossy as if he was going to cry.

"I'm not going anywhere. Just promise me that you'll say you love me every now and then. Just to reassure me that you really mean it".

"Ever damn day I will. Every text message. Every voice mail. Every time I see you. I'll tell you I love you because I do. I always have". Angel returned his lips to your.

You smiled into the kiss knowing he really meant it and wasnt afraid to show it or say it sober.

[killthe-illusionarydreams]

Ashes To Ashes

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: ‘Please could you write a Fred Weasley imagine where you’re inside the burrow when Bellatrix sets it on fire and Fred runs in to get you out?? Thank you, I’m really loving you writing!’ For anonymous

Ps- i havent read the books or seen the movies in a while so I kinda went w the time it was fleur & bills wedding & intergrated it w that, sorry if its not what u wanted but I did write Bellatrix’s attack in x

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Today was the big day. For today was the the day where Fleur & Bill were finally to be wed. For their celebration to erase war from anyones thoughts, today they were just two kids in love, not undercover Order Workers. Today they were simply girl & boy.

“Oi Y/N hurry up, Fleur’s asking for you” Ginny shouts practically breathless as she runs past your room, trying to find Hermione for the bride.

You pick up the gorgeous bouqet that earlier today you picked up from the florist for the woman and made your way downstairs into the living room. As you take a closer look, you notice something is off. Fleur was standing rigidly still, looking in the mirror unblinking.

“Fleur, darling, are you alright?”

The woman remained silent, Y/N had no idea what to do, she’d never seen her friend so paniced, so immobile. Ever since Y/N’s sixth year (after the Triwizard Tournament) the two kept in contact, maintaining a solid friendship with the other, who wouldve known that years later Fleur would join the family that you had already been apart of.

“Its okay to be nervous.” You sit beside the Frenchwoman “Just talk through it” grabbing her hand you pull her down to sit beside you.

“It’z all so scary Y/N. I love Bill, I really do, but what if he realises he doesnt feel the same about me and leaves me there?” She faces you, eyes glossed over

That caused you to frowm slightly “Bill loves you more than he loves life itself Fleaur, everybody knows that he’d do anything for you just to see you happy- not many can say that they have a person like that.” You smile lightly, thinking about your person. “You constantly say how much you love him, so if you stil feel that for him, theres no need to be scared of getting married-These are the normal pre wedding doubts, none of them are true. Besides, I’m sure if Bill tried to run away from such a gorgeous and talented person as you, Molly would raise havoc and go to the ends of the earth to get him back.”

Fleur looks up at you, smiling, but with stray tears going down her face “Thank you Y/N” she throws herself forward and hugs you “It’s just a big step & I’ve been so emotional lately because of-“ she hesitates

A look of realisation dawns on you and you beam, hugging her once more but tighter “You’re joking? Congratulations!” You give her a peck on the cheek “Does Bill know?” You queried as she shook her head

“Non, I only confirmed it a week ago. Please dont tell anyone Y/N.” She looks at you with pleading eyes and you vigorously nod

“Of course. I wont say a thing, this is your secret. But how about we start getting ready for your wedding hmm.”

As Y/N started to do Fleurs makeup, Hermione rushed in with the wedding dress that her and Molly had been making final adjustments to, Ginny was running around frantically trying to get all the guests in the right places and seats. Once commisioning your help to shout at a group of loiterers to leave the premises because they wouldnt listen to the red head girl. All in all, after many hours, Fleaur was ready.

“You look gorgeous.” Gabrielle beamed at her sister

“Stunning.”

“Ethereal.”

“I might just steal you from Bill” you wink and cause her to laugh and blow you a kiss “I’ll go get everyone ready, you still have plenty of time to relax.” Handing Gabrielle the bouqet, you rush out of the room, which proved to be quite difficult in heels. But bearing through the pain, you get outside and see rows and rows of the fragile golden chairs set on either side of the long purple carpet. The supporting poles to the gazeebo top were entwined with gorgeous white and gold flowers. As you look to where there was supposed to be an enormous bunch of balloons, you frown to see it bare.

“George!” You shout getting his attention “Wheres Fred? You were supposed to the balloons up ages-“ you feel strong arms pick you up and spin you around, making you let out a shriek of surprise, thankfully not loud enough to get the attention of the others

“I’m here my love, disposable at your command.” He purrs into your ear, sending chills down your spine

“Put me down asshole” you laugh and turn to face him, before you could manage to say anything you were taken aback at how he looked. “You got a haircut.” You stated plainly and ran a hand through his hair as he put his arms around your waist.

“Correction, George cut my hair when I wasnt paying attention so ‘people would be able to tell the difference between us’” he wrinkled his nose

You stare at him, dumbstruck “As if the hole on the side of his head wasnt enough.” Fred laughs and says thats what he said “I like it, it suits you.”

Fred grins and kisses you, “Lets face it Y/N you like anything when its to do with me.”

You roll your eyes and hum in agreement “Thats because I love you Fred. But I will seriously consider breaking up with you if you dont get the balloons up as you promised.”

Fred gives you a small peck & jumps back from you “I’m on it!” and runs over towards his brother to finally do what he had to. You smile at him, reminiscing at how you managed to fall in love with such an idiotic man, yet you could never wish for more. Fred Weasley was truly perfect.

Shaking your head you turn back to the guests that were not where they were supposed to be before shouting “Get to your seats and away from the food please! Thats for after the ceremony!” You swat their hands before adding “If you dont know where youre supposed to be, go to Hermione and Molly, they will tell you.” You motion to the pair before walking around to make last minute adjustments.

The wedding ceremony went beautifully, Fleur was walked down with her bridesmaids: Gabrielle & Ginny. When in sight, she rendered everyone breathless, she was ethereal, the most gorgeous a person could possibly look. Molly teared up from the get go at the sight of her eldest marrying, many more joined in when they said their vows. You could not believe that the day of your friends wedding had finally arrived. Throughout the entire sitting down portion of the ceremony, Fred was holding your hand and rubbing circles on it, an assurance that through everything you went through- you were still together- still alive.

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The loud music was ringing through the field, dancing bodies surrounded you, but you paid them no mind, your main focus on Fred.

“Did I tell you how gorgeous you look Y/N?”

You laugh lightly as you sway to the beat “No, I must’ve missed it the other ten times you said it”

“Well you do, absolutely bewitching, are you sure you didnt use a love poition on me? I never knew feeling this was possible.” He jokes as he spins you

“Must be my natural charm and charisma that got you so captured Fred.”

“Must be.” He mutters softly looking into your eyes. Fred was completely besotted by you, more than anyone had ever seen him be, he just knew that Y/N was perfect. The way that she’d light up any room she walked in, the way that she’d never back down from a challenge, and just simply how she made him feel. Dear Merlin he loved the girl. “After this do you fancy going away for a bit?”

You look at him sceptically “Planning out your murderous fantasies are we?”

He laughs and shakes his head “You’re impossible. No, since the shops closed I thought we could go away somewhere before everything with the war kicks off, I want as much time with you as I can get.”

“Oh” you forgot that the wizarding world was on the brink of war “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that. But if you sneak George along i swear to Merlin I will live through my murderous fantasy & kill the pair of you.”

Fred chuckles again, before nodding “Promise, no George. I think he got an eyefull when he barged into our room without knocking.”

“Serves him right.” You mumble “I told him on multiple occasions to knock.”

The rest of the song died down and you stayed in Freds arms for a moment, before he was being wisked away to dance with Aunt Muriel, he held an awfully sour look as you giggled when she hounded on him to straighten his back, then saying that he was too tall.

“I’m a bit cold, I’ll go get a jacket then I’ll be right back” Y/N kissed his cheek & left to get back inside the burrow. Thinking nothing of it, she poured herself another drink, smiling to herself at how Fred would have to have another dance with Muriel. What an awful woman.

Unbeknown to the girl, a silver patronus intruded on the celebration to announce grave news. “The Ministary has fallen. The Minister of magic is dead. They are coming. They are coming.” Everyone scrabled to find their loved ones, to make sure that they were safe, but before Fred even had the chance to look for Y/N, everything burst into havoc. The gazeebo was now engulfed in flames, Death Eaters showing up everywhere to curse them.

“Y/N!” Fred shouted, frantically looking around for the girl “Y/N!”

He turned around and was greeted by a paniced Mr Weasley “Theres not much time Fred, I dont know where she is, you need to get to safety and leave. Now!”

Fred ignored his fathers protests and ran, dodging various spells being shot from either side. He had to find you, he had to know you were safe.

An abrupt crash jolts you back into reality, you get up to run and go outside but with a sudden ‘whoosh’ and black smoke- two Death Eaters appear infront of you.

“Shit.” You mumble & grab your wand, quickly dodging their spells you manage to knock one out & try to deal with the other. “You’re quite persistant-“ blue sparks shoot from your wand, the figure ran upstairs & you follow.

“And you’re associated with mud-blood scum!” A flash of green emerged from their wand that narrowly missed you, you grin

“You missed.” You kick a chair at the figure, momentarily distracting them to cast a spell “Stupefy! Petrificus totalus!” As the figure was knocked out & bound together, you walk over and spit out “Get a life, prick” snapping their wand in two.

In the middle of your fight, you had not noticed that the commotion outside had turned to an arsonists playground. looking through the window you call for Fred, hearing no response your heart stops, you leave the room & try to get down the stairs but now they were already engulfed by flames.

“Oh shit” you panic and shoot spells at it to stop the fire from spreading, but to no avail, it only got worse. Smoke was now clouding your vision, realising that if you were not to jump down you’d perish in this fire. Letting out a short breath, you hype yourself up for the leap of your life “You can do it Y/N. Come on” violetly coughing, you jump. Unfortunately landing a fair few stairs too high. Unbearable pain shoots up through your leg & you cry out in pain.

Sinking to the floor you couldnt even move, the pain in your arm and leg restricting you. This was it, this would be how you die. All alone, with no one to help you, no one to save you. In a burning house. Yet the only thought racing through your mind was ‘Is Fred safe’. Thankfully most of the fire was behind you, the staircase had completely gone up in flames however, the roof was begining to crumble down. A plank toppled down, narrowly missing you, but making the room next to you catch on fire.

As you were losing conciousness you hear a strained yell “Y/N!” You try to respond, but all that came out was a series of violent coughs “Y/N im coming, hang on!” You couldn’t see what was happening, i dont know if it was the thick cloud of smoke or the fact that you were breathing most of it in, but your vision blurred.

A faint figure emerged, breathless, trying to get through the flames & to you fast enough “Hey Y/N ive got you, im here.” You felt yourself being picked up & your body fell like a ragdoll. “Oh merlin dont die on me Y/N.” Was the last thing you heard before passing out.

*

The abrupt light and noise woke you up, yet you were unable to open your eyes, they were far too heavy for the little energy you had. Were you dead? Is this what death felt like?

“Stop pacing Fred, she’ll be fine.” You heard a voice say, however, unable to distinguish who it belonged to “shes a strong girl, the nurses said so.”

“Yeah they also said she’d wake up yesterday, so my apologies if I dont believe what they have to say.” He snapped

Fred. Oh yes, Fred. He came into the building to save you didnt he? So that answered your question of being dead. You were very much alive, but dear Merlin you were in unbearable pain.

“She’ll be up and about soon though? Her body was exhausted thats why shes sleeping so long right?” He continued, sounding unsure. Well if this is how they reacted to you passing out you wouldn’t want to know how theyd react if you died.

“And id appreciate it if I could sleep some more.” You croak out as you let your eyes open. Coming to face the whole clan of distressed red heads, Harry, Hermione & Fleur.

Fred snaps to face you and a look of relief washes over his features “Y/N” he whispers and rushes to your side hugging you “You’re okay. You’re alive. Thank Merlin.”

You try to chuckle, which abruptly turns into a wheze “I’m okay yeah, in a lot of pain but I’m fine.” Fred retreats from you, an apologetic look on his face.

“Come on kids lets give them some space.” Molly ushers everyone out of the room “I’m glad you’re okay Y/N” she sends you a smile and leaves the room for you and Fred to be alone.

Moments pass with Fred just looking at you with glassy eyes before he abruptly let out “You bloody scared me half to death!”

You motion for him to help you sit up “Oh I do apologise that me nearly burning in a fire scared you. I wasnt very happy about it either.”

Fred looks at you speachless, confused at how you can joke about it so soon. He remains quiet before letting out a big sigh and hanging his head into his lap “I thought I lost you.” He mumbles, barely loud enough for you to hear

“Hey, look at me.” You say and put his face into your left hand with the little energy you have “I’m okay, I’m alive. And so are you” he smiles faintly before you continue “Obviously as gorgeous as ever, so nothing irreversible happened.”

He laughs “Obviously.”

While in the room Fred filled you in on what happened, that after the Death Eaters showed up & they fought them off- Bellatrix Lestrange set fire to the burrow & he ran in to get you out. He told you that you passed out & that you had to be taken to St Mungos to treat your broken leg and the burn on your arm.

“The nurses said you were lucky to get out alive Y/N” he said lowly, not being able to bear the thought of your death.

“Im alive because of you Fred. Thank you.” You offer a weak smile “There were two Death Eaters in the house when it burned up-“

“Thats not on your concious to bear, Its on Bellatrix Lestrange.”

You nod, in all honesty you didnt feel bad that they perished in the fire- their downfall was their own undoing. But what was on your mind was the fire burn “When I’m better do you recon I’ll l have a cool badass scar?”

Fred shakes his head as he holds your hand, of course thats what Y/N is thinking about “‘course you will, It’ll become part of badass backstory.”

“Good” you mumble and close your eyes. After a long silence you relax back into your pillow, the sleeping draft & skelly-grow hitting you like a brick. You begin to mumble incoherent sentences

“Hey Freddie?”

He looks at your peaceful face, all calm against the pillow and responds “Yes my love?”

After a little pause of small mumbles, you ask “When I’m better, can we leave for our trip?”

“Whatever you want Y/N.” He smiles lightly & watches you drift off to sleep, hoping that ‘better’ would come along faster.

—————

Ahh okay hi! Omg this took so long to write, again sorry its not the actual bellatrix fire story, i jus forgot how it happened & when I remembered I wrote too much of it. <33

[ledamemangociana]

this is not a happy post

apologies in advance, especially to anyone who followed me coz of my various gifsets; i know this kind of thing isn’t what you’re here for. 

i’m unfortunately prone to a venting a lot and lengthily when my depression, anxiety and self-esteem issues get the better of me. most of the time, im feels-vomiting on my twitter, mostly coz i havent used my tumblr quite as regularly as i used to 6, maybe 7 years ago. i’m mostly doing this here now coz i feel like i need the writing momentum to not be stilted by having to click the “add new tweet” button over and over again.

so. i’m turning 35 two weeks from now. and it is getting to me, possibly because of the situation that the pandemic has kept me in for the past year and a half, maybe because 35 feels like a milestone adult age, maybe because turning 35 means 40 is right around the corner. and the closer my 35th birthday is, the more i’m plagued by thoughts of where i am now, where i’m probably supposed to be as an adult, where i wanted to be, and the thought that i’m just never gonna be good enough to not be who and where i am now.

in feb 2020, i started my new job as the digital marketing manager for a pair of upscale hotels, the biggest deal of a job i’ve ever gotten since i started working in late 2011, and the biggest paycheck i’ve ever signed on for too. for the first time in a long time, possibly in forever, the few big dreams i had ever had for myself seemed to be attainable; it felt like they could become goals. a solo trip to japan, getting a place for myself instead of living in the family condo, growing my collections, maybe having an actual social life, those kinds of things seemed within reach.

and then, literally a month into my new job, the country went into lockdown, and legitimately has never come out of it. my work situation changed drastically, to the point where i ran up both of my credit card bills before the year was over (i literally only just got one of them fully paid off last week, and only because my sister was a HUGE help), and i was living off the limited family funds and relying on dad to take care of me. i had a freelance client for a handful of months, only for them to drop me without word at the end of our contract, leaving me without a chunk of the only funds i was making on my own for a while. i’m now working sporadically at my regular job, with a significant cut to my paid hours and therefore my paycheck, but the tasks list just seems to grow longer with each task that i check off of it, leaving me overworked and underpaid (but of course,i know im not alone or special in this, some people have it far worse than me and i’m grateful that i even have a regular work schedule, even if it does look the way it does). im 260 lbs., wearing size 22 or 24 clothes, somewhat sickly and prone to constant painful gout attacks that make it difficult for me to walk, living in a condo unit owned by family because they’re letting me live here, making only a third of the salary i normally should at work without the panemic, subsisting on junk food and softdrinks (it’s an addiction) because much of my money leaves my wallet and goes to paying bills and loans as soon as the money comes in, alone, unloved, unlovable, as prone to hyperfixation as i’ve ever been, and putting up with constantly re-attaching bromides and instax pics that keep falling off of my recently completed anime wall.

i’m 34 years old. i’m turning 35 in two weeks.

you know who else is 34/35 this year? the local barangay captain, a member of the local govnerment unit, who was one of my classmates in grade school and high school. a few years ago, i had seen a tarp across the street advertising her local work-out and yoga classes.

i’ve always hated the question “where do you see yourself 5 years from now/10 years from now/in the future?” because i’ve never been able to truthfully answer it, even when i wasnt an emotionally unstable mess (which was all the way back in elementary). i close my eyes and try to imagine it, and nothing ever comes up. i’d like to think i have an active enough imagination to have been able to write fanfic a lot back in the day, so you know it’s bad when i can’t even imagine a lofty future for myself. at this point in my life, i can’t even say “just simply alive” because i truly don’t know if i will be, i don’t see it. that’s fatalistic, maybe, but i really have never been able to imagine myself living to 40, let alone past that. anything i want for myself remain dreams, things i dont deserve because im not thin, pretty, smart, cultured, skilled. and the closer i get to 40, the less of that already non-existent future i see. 

and it’s just depressing, you know. like. it’s already so hard being depressed about and hating myself WITHOUT this added thought of “you are only growing older and fatter and are headed literally nowhere and everyone your age is far more responsible and mature than you could even dream you’d ever be” mixed in there too. maybe this is just me beating myself up and being my own harshest bully, but what’s stopping me from believing that i deserve this bullying of myself by myself, lmao. 

i dread every birthday. i stopped dreaming things for myself a long time ago. these are all things i just know i can’t and won’t ever live up to, because i’m just this useless sack of potatoes rotting away in the corner of some barn while everyone else is finding some use for themselves and able to make lemonade out of their own lemons, and stuff like that. and yet knowing i’ll never be those things or have those things makes me sad. for someone with a laundry list of negative things about myself i’ve just learned to accept so i can somehow function, having that list sure does make me sad. and it probably shouldn’t, if im so resigned to all of this, but maybe that’s just what happens when you hate yourself - there will always be a reason for you to hate yourself.

oh, and i think i’m coming down with carpal tunnel in my left hand. great.

[living-and-awaken]

I just need to vent. Well my check was worse than I thought. 390 for two weeks is atrocious and I had to pay 300 for rent. Since I won't get paid by the time it's due so I went ahead and did that. Another 50 will have to go towards my phone. I got some gas and groceries with the help of someone but it's not even a full week since groceries are expensive. I did fill up my tank at least. My birthday is the 29th and approaching fast. I usually hate my birthday for many reasons. Mostly because I would get hated on for being a failure by my mom rather than celebrating my birthday. I also usually spend it broke and alone. While I wont be alone this year (my sister took the day off to be with me), I will be broke so that hasn't changed lmao. But idk... I am just not sure how I feel about it this year. I want to do something fun or just get out for once. not necessarily party. Actually not party at all but just spend the day somewhere relaxing or something. Get out and do something fun exciting and just enjoy it! I dont drink or anything anymore and I'm not going to start drinking again. But maybe eat somewhere really nice. Better than outback nice, I mean lmao. I actually want to try out this downtown restaurant that is supposed to be really good but it's way out of my pay range. It's for the elite in the area. They have 300+ wine bottles and crap lol. The bill would be around 30-40 for one person, I'm sure. Not including tip. I like to tip 25% since I worked as a waiter and know how it is dealing with jerks and such. But the owner had high end restaurants in New York, sold them to retire and move here. He then decided to open up one here based off his old ones instead of being fully retired. Anyways, I have wanted to try it since he opened it but that isnt a possibility with my wages. I've been out to eat once in 6 months cause someone was kind and told me to treat myself to a good meal around xmas. I got to do the #tipthebill challenge, too, and the waitress stopped me before leaving to thank me lmao. It wasnt even all that much. But I genuinely enjoy doing that kind of stuff when I can. I just never can. Off subject, my brain is just everywhere right now.

Anyways... idk how my birthday is going to be. I turn 30 which also kind of terrifies and upsets me. I'm getting old and I dont have anything to show for it. -sigh- it's okay, though. I just wish I had done more by now but I am somewhat on the right track at least. Once I get my hours back and summer hits I'll be making enough to start saving but for now I am behind and not making anywhere close to enough to save. I just wish I could do something nice and enjoyable for my birthday this year since I havent had a good one since I was a teenager lol.

I stupidly loaned someone 15 bucks, knowing I dont have it. But at the time, I'm not hungry and they are. So they need it more than me right now. I'm going to be struggling soon, of course lmao. But I want to help people.

Honestly I'm not sure what the point of this post is. Just kind of wanted to vent.

Ya see, something happened recently and I'm grateful to be alive and for the friends I have. I feel like I havent been a good friend in return. I truly am blessed to have you all as friends. To have this blog. To have people who genuinely care about me. As much as my financial situation sucks and I'm broke in that aspect, I am completely rich in online friendships and I could not ask for a better support system. I really couldn't. I truly am blessed and have been for quite some time since I have you all! Thanks for keeping me hopeful and keeping me rich in emotional support. You're all awesome. I have been positive.

[drkcnry67]

let us have delayed fun!

title: Let Us Have Delayed Fun

pairing: Jensen x reader

fluff 2020 sq: delayed flights

kink 2020 sq: masturbation

rating: 18+ 

tags: heavy flirtation, some dirty dancing type thing, discreet sexual acts in public, guy fingering girl discreetly on the dancefloor in crowd of people, guy fingering girl in a crowded elevator

summery: not telling

created for @spnfluffbingo​  @spnkinkbingo​

fluff 2020 masterlist      part 1    kink 2020 masterlist

it hadnt been very long, actually but an hour since you both had set eyes on eachother. departing at the security gate you both went to wait for your respected flights home but after an hour a storm warning delayed all the outgoing flights. 

you both took your luggage and had the same idea, give the attendants your phone numbers to be alerted when the flights are ready to leave again, head to the nearest hotel and drink/dance the hours away…

this hotel just happened to be the same damn hotel (hyatt regency orlando international airport hotel) for it was just outside the hotel that you heard your name being called.

Jensen: “YN… YN wait up!”

you turned around to be face to face once more with Jensen… it was torture but it was better than being alone… 

Jensen: “thank goodness i caught up to you… i have been screaming your name for the entire walk from the desk in the airport to here…”

YN: “sorry i had ear buds in… let me guess your flight got delayed too..?”

jensen: “yes it did, how bout to save money we share a room… it would be a whole hell of a lot less boring…”

YN: “why not but we need to go dancing, i am gonna go stir crazy if i dont fall to a beat…”

Jensen: “it will happen, but first i think we need to get into something hot and sexy to blend in at the club…”

you nod as Jensen with his suitcase comes beside you and your suitcase both of you walking into the hotel. 

desk personal: “can i help you?”

Jensen: “yes we would like to check in, our flights got delayed…”

Desk personal: “i will need a name to charge the room under as well a card to charge it too…”

Jensen with his dashing smile pulled out his wallet and took out one of his cards.

Jensen: “name is Jensen Ackles. and ill charge this to Visa please. and make sure the room is non smoking with a balcony.”

Desk Personal: “of course mr Ackles. please tap when your ready and one of you will need to sign this agreement its just a standard agreement saying you wont destroy the rooms or anything like that…”

You looked at Jensen and then you took the pen and signed the paper… 

YN: “we are just smart enough to wait somewhere comfortable till this storm passes… however long it takes… we dont care…”

Desk personal: “ah yes well storms usually last about 2-3 days depending on the level of the storm. it will be a while so yes you both are very smart in waiting someplace comfortable. now here is your room key you are in room 405 enjoy your stay and welcome to the Hyatt regency Orlando international airport hotel.”

you take the room key and shove it in the corner of your bra so you can take your suitcase in one hand while Jensen take your hand with his free hand. he keeps eyeing you, like he wants to jump you right then right there. 

Jensen: “you know if you wear something with easy access you and i will have some fun on the dancefloor. some very heated decreet fun..”

he flashed you another one of his charming smiles. this made your knees feel week. both of you got into the elevator pushing the button to go to the floor to go to your room. 

YN: “there is a club down the road calld Noches Azul, i hear its a popular and amazing place for those who like to move with the beat of their own drum.”

Jensen: “then we shall dress to the appropriate color too… ladies first.”

he says as the elevator doors opened. you walked out first and started down the hall slowly till Jensen stepped off the elevator then it was fair game you turned and blew him a kiss before taking off down the hall. 

Jensen dropped his luggage beside yours in front of your door and pursured you, when he caught you he picked you up bridal style before reaching in to grab the key card out of your bra with his teeth.

 then using your free hand you slid it in the door Jensen used his elbow to push the door open. he carried you placing you on the bed placing ferverous kisses all over your body.

this continued for several moments before you both pulled back and smiled.

YN: “if we dont get off of this bed we wont make it dancing… we want to have some discreet fun dont we?”

Jensen groaned at you, but of course he knew you were right…

Jensen: “your right. so what are you wearing tonight?”

YN: “stay right here and ill show you…”

you go into the other room away from Jensen’s view and you put on the little blue dress you had found  at the airport. it just happened to fit the bill… once the dress was on you put all your stuff nice-ishly back where it was.

YN: “Jensen play Sexy Back… i want to see your reaction to me in this dress with this song.”

you listen for the start of the song, it starts and you wait for the bridge, where you begin to move slowly then you began to move into view along the wall when the chorus started. 

as you continued to move your body on the corner of the wall you watched Jensen’s eyes not leave your form. you could see the lust in his eye, you could see the way his lips curled and the way he licked his lips. it turned you on so bad. 

Jensen: “when did you pick this little number up?”

YN: “at the airport after i passed security, i went to grab a snack and came out with this dress. what do you think?”

Jensen: “i love it, it is exactly what will help this night to go smoothly. as well as it just looks smashing on you.”

Jensen had already stopped the song, you continued to stand against the wall, but Jensen figured he had to find something hot for himself to wear. you waited paitently for him to come back wearing the navy shirt along with some Jeans. 

you let out a whistle for that shirt brought out his features very well. you had your leather jacket on the couch near by, Jensen had his in hand as well, you handed him your id to keep in his wallet along with the key card. 

in moments you were off walking through the small area to the club. where you both would dance and dance till your hearts content or till you both felt so hot and heavy that it would be beneficial if you were anywhere but there. 

arriving you both showd your id and were let inside. you both checked your jackets and Jensen stuck the check stubs in his wallet. you both went straight to the dance floor. you were glued to Jensen like a dirty shirt. 

no one would dare to mess with either of you. finding a nice darkish spot on the dancefloor private enough for some “secret” fun. 

both of you now taking part in the music, the beat coursing through your forms, your shared forms blending not missing a single beat no one around you paid any attention. 

under the dimest spotlight there was, you and Jensen now stood making yourselves as comfortable as could be. the beat taking over, the feeling of Jensen’s hands roaming your body, this made your pussy very very wet. 

Jensen(whispering in your ear): “grind my fingers baby keep dancing.”

you did as commanded, you were so wet and had orgasmed 5 times by the time the song was done. thats when Jensen pulled his fingers back again before you could orgasm again, he once more leaned down to whisper.

Jensen (whispering): “squirt for me baby!”

Jensen once more dipped his fingers hard into your soaking wet pussy. the silent moans, the rest of the club clueless as fuck and the feeling of Jensen’s fingers diving deeper and deeper into your pussy.

 your body kept moving trying to contain any signs that you were discreetly being masturbated by a man you have only known for a month. this was your normal, this felt right in more ways than one. 

Jensen had been there for you from the first day you met him. till now you had been completely alone, no man had entered your life long enough to even have your first kiss, long enough to ever make it as far as you had with Jensen. to be feeling these feelings made you wonder if he felt it to. 

truth was he was completely feeling the same thing you were this was how you first swiruted, this was the man you knew was to be your present as well as your future. 

in that moment you didnt care, you knew eventually your flights would take you both home seperately and probably your paths would never cross again. but in this moment it felt like heaven on earth. 

Jensen hit one sweet spot and you squirted, discreetly you and Jensen giggling and smiling walked out of that club as fast as possible remembering to grab your coats on the way out. 

arriving outside the club and walking back to the hotel you both laughed, for it was to be destiny that would give you both the biggest surprise ever. 

arriving back at the hotel you both stumble up to the room, shutting the door again ending up in eachothers arms on the bed, the clothes you guys had been wearing were now all over the floor, and both of you were now cuddled in bed having just done sex for what felt like the millionth time during this entire trip.

reality started to sink in when the phone calls came in 6 hours later, this was when it sunk in. both of you looked at the clock it read 3:30am this was the time that the delay was no more. this was when you were both disturbed to get up get repacked and get ready for your flights home. 

Jensen: “ill never forget the time we spent together. i left you something in your suitcase. you will find it and know what it means when the time comes. i also took down your address and phone number ill be sending you little things to show you i havent forgotten.”

YN: “i feel the same way but once we leave here, why would you waste time on a non celeb like me. i mean sure maybe our friends set us up but we wont know that till we confront them. i should have said this sooner but before i get on this plane there is something you should know. i think i have fallen for you. but i know not what to think at this moment. i took down your number as well, please understand that i may not communicate right away but thats cause i have a best friend whose anxiously awaiting my return home.”

Jensen: “same here, but please let me know when you do arrive home. i would like to know you arrived safely.”

Jensen helped you once more by helping you with your bags as he walked by your side to the airport and up to the check in once more to get your updated tickets and then it was time to part once more in such sweet sorrow. 

you and jensen let go of your bags and hugged it out once more before parting to your respected gates. but you whispered in his ear when you hugged him.

YN: “i will let you know when im back on home soil. i will always remember your touch.”

Jensen and you parted and went on your way. arriving home you sent Jensen a text.

YN (texting Jensen): “hey Jensen its YN. i am back on home soil and i already miss your embrace. i am heading to baggage to collect my luggage, then to meet my best friend in the lobby. home hasnt changed. let me know when you land and what your seeing too. ill look forward to being in more correspondance with you soon <3″

you grabbed your bag and went down the escalator straight into the arms of your best friend. you broke down as soon as you hit her embrace. she just stood there hugging you not caring that either of you were in public, you both stood there as you cried.

Beth: “what happened girl?”

YN: “long story short the trip was amazing, but i fear i have fallen in love with someone i might never seen again. i missed you.”

Beth: “come on lets get you out of here and back home.”

you both exited the airport and went back home. later when you were alone you looked at your phone and saw a messgae from jensen.

Jensen (via text): “hey beautiful i made it home to, i know how you feel, it feels weird to be home again. my best friend is waiting i just grabbed my luggage. i hope everything goes well. till we speak again. i miss you too <3″

that was the message that sent you into a suspended sleep your bestie crawled into bed after she was done her work. she didnt care that you were passed out. she was just happy that you were home.

Jensen had a similar greeting from his best friend and returned home to his large and half empty bed also falling into a suspended sleep all he could think about was you. 

*to be continued*

[twriteskpop]

Adrenaline // Jeon Jungkook AU pt 2

Warnings: marijuana use, sexual harassment

Word count: 3k+

The park was 20 minutes away from her apartment complex,  which meant that she had no time to go up to her apartment and change first. She shifted into reverse and made her way to the park.  

The park was mostly empty during the summer time,  so it was no surprise to her that only a few cars were parked by the water.  She found a parking space on the other side of the lot,  and brought out her phone.  

Here. Yellow VW Beatle

She watched as a child threw bread crumbs at a duck in the pond.  Something Floridian children did often.  The ducks aren't supposed to be fed,  but it's like a right of passage in Florida.  The little girl was dressed in a cute denim dress,  matching hat as well.  Her mother was knelt beside her,  keeping a hand on her shoulder to make sure she didn't fall in. The girl threw the bread crumbs happily to the ducks,  pointing at the ones eating.  It was such an innocent moment between mother and daughter.  One Delilah never had but witnessed too often. 

Her thoughts were broke by a knock on the passenger side window. She looked through the window to see a person holding their phone to the glass.  It was the text thread.  This was Clarissa's dealer. She unlocked the door and the man got in. He was nothing she expected.  He was handsome. He had on blue jeans and a long black shirt.  His hair was slightly covering his face. When he turned to her,  she couldn't help but feel a butterfly in her stomach.  He was extremely handsome.  His nose was predimanent,  his eyes sweet but focused on the task at hand.  His skin was clear and smooth and he was somehow cute but hot all at once.  

Her thoughts were,  thankfully, by him putting his hand out for her to shake.  "I'm Jungkook.  You're Clarissa and Bennett's friend?" He asked,  a kind tone in his soft voice.  Delilah nodded once,  pulling her wallet out.  She had never been infatuated with anyone before,  but the looks alone this man had was effecting her train of thought.  Sure,  she had boyfriends but they were pity dates she had with them.  She had never felt physically attracted to anyone before,  so this sudden nervousness made her uneasy. 

"my name is Delilah. Sorry I was late,  I was getting off of work," She explained turning to him.  He raised his brow and half smirked,  "you work at one of the theme parks?" Delilah looked down at her uniform and instantly felt embarrassed.  "Sadly,  no.  I work at Timmy's 50's, " She explained,  adding some annoyance to the diner name.  It was cheesy and showed how self centered her boss was. He chuckled and nodded,  "interesting. Anyways,  what will it be?" She thought back to the strain she used to go off of, even though she never really paid much attention.  Whatever she could get before she smoked,  regardless. However she did remember friend in high school was regular on indica strains called… "9 pound hammer,  or grape ape?" She asked.  He smirked flicking a brow up high,  smirking at her,  "good taste.  I have grape ape right now.  Usually it's pretty random,  for future reference.  You're in luck.  It's 20 a G. " Delilah pulled out her purse and pulled a 20 dollar bill out of her phone case,  it had the smell of maple syrup on it because it was a tip from a messy table with kids that same day. She passed it to Jungkook,  trying not to look into his deep brown eyes too long.  

They exchanged the money for a dime bag of the green,  with slight purple specs,  substance.  He placed the money in his wallet and placed his hand on the handle of the car door.  He paused,  turned to look at her with a cute, bunny-like smile,  and stated,  "it was a pleasure,  Delilah.  I hope we meet again soon." As quickly as he entered her car,  he was gone. 

His scent was of sweet Cologne,  definitely something expensive by how it wasn't too strong to notice at first,  but lingered like a ghost.  

She placed the dime bag into her purse and drove back to her apartment.  She couldn't help but think about the way Jungkook had left butterflies in her stomach.  Who knows,  it could just be nerves from the sale after so long of quitting.  Yeah,  that's exactly what Delilah insisted on as she made her way into her apartment and into a hot shower,  washing the diner smells away along with the phantom touches left from Tims daily harassment.  

When she exited the shower,  sliding on her denim shorts and baggy T-shirt,  she remembered something crucial to her dire need to forget her thoughts,  she hadn't had a grinder or anything to smoke from. Sure,  she could create a soda can bowl,  if she hadn't given up soda her first year of college.  

Thankfully,  she felt relieved to see she had one wrapped cookie left from Clarissa the night prior.  As she unwrapped the single cookie and placed it on a napkin,  and then into the microwave,  she texted Clarissa. 

So,  met Jungkook.  Problem arises,  nothing to grind or smoke with.  😪 

 Seconds later the buzzing started in her phone. Clarissa had been calling her. 

Clarissa was laughing and cheerful, per usual, “D! Come over! I have plenty of old pieces you can take. Smoke with us tonight. We have been wanting to smoke with you for a while, but loved hanging out with you without smoking too. You’re our closest friend!” She continued to ramble on, “Anyways, movie night. Going to smoke and watch… something. We still havent decided, come over!” Before Delilah could protest, there was more laughter and the phone hung up. She huffed out a sigh. 

She hadn’t...smoked in so long. The night prior it was an edible. She had been alone. Was she ready to smoke with other people around again? She was always introverted,  until she smoked. She shrugged the thought off,  thinking too much.  She would at least smoke for free and have a cookie and two grams left at home.  

She slipped on her white adidas and walked over to Clarissa's place,  not bothering to knock,  they asked her not to many times because she was like family.  The familiar smell of weed hit her like a snack in the face.  It was strong and the foggy smoke was rolling out the door behind her.  

Clarissa was rushing to the door, a smile plastered on her round face.  She gripped Delilah's wrist and pulled her happily to the living room.  There were three people in the living room,  lounging on the couch and flipping through Netflix.  One, Bennet a largely buff man with pale white skin and bald head,  but friendly face,  was arguing with the two other men.  Delilah's eyes landed on Jungkook.  He was wearing the same clothes from earlier that day,  a smile plastered on his face,  making his nose crinkle in a cute bunny-like way.  He had been telling Bennet to pick a better movie than the kissing booth.  Bennet may look frighteningly intimidating but he was just a big teddy bear.  The other face was unfamiliar. It was another man of Asian decent with bleached blonde hair and dimples when he smiled.  His eyes were slightly hooded,  but it made his stare seductive.  

"So I heard you met Jungkook earlier but this is RM,  another one of our friends. Follow me to the room,  I have a whole set you can keep. Had it for years but you can clean them," Clarissa stood taller than Delilah but she was in an excited,  bent-knee type position while talking.  It looked as though Clarissa had been waiting for this moment.  As if it were the missing puzzle piece to Delilah's personality.  In the moment,  it slightly burned her soul,  but she brushed it off,  as she did most hurtful things.  

Clarissa had a small cardboard box on her red blanketed bed,  the contents inside were like a smoker starter kit.  A silver grinder with a  rhinestone galaxy as the lid,  a beautiful glass blown chillum,  bowl, a tray and a palm tree bong. Every one of the contents looked warn but the thought was extreme.  "I'll venmo you $100 for this.  It's too sweet," Delilah wrapped her arm around her friend in a side hug.  Clarissa smacked Delilahs arm,  leaving a stinging sensation,  "don't you dare.  You're family." Clarissa turned around and made her way back to the living room. Delilah pulled out her phone and opened the venmo app,  paying Clarissa,  before following behind.  Delilah placed the cardboard shoe box of stuff on the counter and reached for a water in the fridge.  

"Titanic?  What are you a woman?" RM had snatched the remote from Bennet,  laughing.  Clarissa had been seated next to Bennet,  snuggled under his arm,  passing the blunt to Jungkook. lunt to RM who was sitting beside the couple on the small, three person couch. On the two seater, Jungkook was sitting with his elbows on his knees, staring up at Delilah. That feeling in her stomach soon returned.  She turned her attention to the bean bag in the corner, it was either sitting closely to Jungkook, or on the bean bag. She pulled the bean bag to a spot between the tv and the couch, plopping herself down comfortably. “Can we just pick a movie?” Clarissa snatched the remote from RM.  She flipped on a random movie. Delilah giggled when the movie began, seeing the title name. “Of all the movies Clarissa, you had to pick the one based in Orlando?” Delilah laughed, throwing a pillow at Clarissa. Bennet blocked it from hitting her. “I’m a sucker for bring it on movies and this is the only one on netflix,” Clarissa retorted. Delilah face palmed internally. She had been a cheerleader most of her life, competition cheer as well. Mostly on fundraisers because her family had been critically homeless most of her life. Bring it On movies were her guilty pleasure, she was glad clarissa felt the same way. 

“is this one of those cheerleader films?  Oh Lord," Bennet placed his hand on his face and took the blunt from RM,  "I think we are all going to need a ton of this. She likes to act these cheers out." The room started laughing,  but Clarissa lifted a perfectly sculpted brow at Delilah, "yeah laugh all you want but I think our girl D knows this movie just like I do. How'd you know this one was based in our city?" Delilah could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks.  She was embarrassed.  She was not sure if she wanted everyone knowing her past. Clarissa and Bennet knew, but she hadn’t known the other two men enough. So, she flicked her brow up and winked, not saying anything. 

The blunt was now in jungkooks hand, he took two long puffs and passed it to Delilah. Before she could reach for it,  Bennet stopped Jungkook, "she doesn't smoke.  Sorry D,  he didn't know." Delilah and Clarissa both began giggling like a set of school girls with a secret.  "I did say that she met our boy JK earlier. I wanted to see the look on your face when you found out, " Clarissa laughed. Jungkook passed Delilah the blunt but it was down to the last hit. She held it in her hand, staring down at it.  Everyone was busy laughing atBennets cluelessness,  so they hadn't noticed that Delilah was trying to decide if she really wanted to take that nose dive back into the cycle. She made a promise she wouldn't do it again.  Maybe she could alter that promise.  She loved being able to sleep the night prior. Not thinking too hard. Maybe she could have the best of both worlds.  Just make responsible decisions while getting rid of the bomb of memories in her mind. That is exactly what she-

"Delilah?" Jungkook had broken her train of thought,  he had done that many times in one day.  She felt the pain instantly and placed it in the ash tray.  She had burnt the tip of her pointer finger and thumb. The blunt had burned out.  She rubbed the burn on her shirt and it had only stung for a second. "How about you guys spark up a bowl while I help Delilah with the burn, " Jungkook stood up,  gripping her wrist,  pulling her up before she could protest.  She didn't like people treating her like she was weak.  It was just a small burn.  The sting did linger as they walked through the kitchen archway.  He opened the fridge and pulled out the tub of butter,  scooping a tiny bit with a spoon and forcefully putting it on her fingers.  "I'm fine.  Thank you. It's just a small burn," Delilah turned the butter with the two fingers as jungkook washed the spoon.  "You looked lost. Bennet said you don't smoke? Is this your first time?" Jungkook leaned against the counter,  a palm of each hand supporting him. 

"Because a first timer could handle the strains I asked for,  let alone know the names?" She laughed sarcastically lifting a brow at the beautiful man.  He let out a chuckle and nodded,  "fair point. So what was getting to you?" She hasn't wanted to tell him her whole life story,  as he was a complete stranger.  However,  the look in his eye showed a sense of caring. His eyes had a glass like glisten and they wandered the depths of her soul they were staring so hard into hers.  She felt that feeling in her stomach and she had to force herself to look to the fridge.  She kept it short and simple,  "I quit about 14 months ago when I moved here.  My decisions weren't always…. Thought out.  Now I think too much so today… " He took a step forward and placed his hand on her mid back,  the feeling in her stomach intensified.  He turned her around and slightly pushed her from the kitchen archway,  moved around her,  looked back to whisper,  "I'll watch over you.  You're with friends now.  If you want to be?" She nodded and they made their way back to the living room.  She sat back down on the bean bag chair and thought briefly about the effect that sentence had on her.  Of course she'd want to be his friend after that.  Even RM seemed cool.  If Bennet and Clarissa were close with these two,  she trusted their opinions more than anyone. So she decided to let herself go.  

Clarissa had hit play on the movie and just as Bennet said,  began reciting the beginning.  The blue,  glassblown pipe went around the living room and made it to Delilah,  who no longer hesitated.  She took the lighter and pressed the bowl against her lips,  warm to the touch.  She went to light the lighter,  but the tip of her thumb was burnt and made her feel like a hot knife cut into her.  "Fuck! " She exclaimed,  shaking her hand.  Jungkook got up from his spot on the couch and sat on the floor next to her.  He reached for the lighter and motioned for her to press the bowl back to her mouth.  After a slight moment of hesitation,  she did so.  He carefully lit the lighter and held it against the green packed substance in the bowl of the pipe.  She breathed in,  letting the smoke slowly warm her lungs,  until she couldn't take it and tapped jungkooks hand with her free one. She cleared the pipe and held in the smoke.  She could feel slightly more relaxed and her body became weightless in a sense.  She was no longer nervous that jungkook was so close to her.  She passed the bowl to Bennet who was next and firSt in the  rotation.  She turned,  thanked jungkook.  "I told you I'd watch out for you." He winked,  making her heart flutter as if a whole tree shook off its fall leaves in preparation for winter,  but in her heart.  The effect he had on her showed,  she wasn't a light weight so she still had thought about that fact.  

Clarissa stood up and began doing the pool cheer off cheer.  Her form waoff and she was making everyone laugh and clap at the same time. She made the movie entertaining even for the guys and it had just begun. "Delilah… you know the movie? Explain why you're laughing and not here doing it with me?" Clarissa paused the movie,  taking her hit as she stood next to the tv in the large living room.  Bennet let out a loud cackle,  "okay rissa,  maybe not everyone watches it a billion times?" The other two guys laughed.  

The overall environment was comfortable and welcoming,  and with the help of medicating,  she felt comfortable enough with her friends to finally admit one thing about her life.  Sure,  Clarissa and Bennet already knew most of the dark stuff that happened to Delilah in her past,  but they hadn't known she used to cheer.  

"Your form is off," Delilah laughed.  Clarissa flicked her brow up,  "what do you know about form? I cheered all four years of high school!" Delilah nodded,  "fair enough.  Try… cheer competition squads since the age of 3,  working through fundraisers to pay her dues to stay on the squad." Clarissa opened her mouth widely smiling,  "no way!  Girl,  you HAVE TO DO THE CHEERS WITH ME! " she squealed in a high pitched voice.  The guys in the room all agreed and took turns pleading at Delilah. They saw it as entertainment.  Delilah shook her head.  She wasn't sure she wanted to be that vulnerable just yet. 

"If you do this, RM,  Bennet and I will do one cheer of choice," Jungkook pleaded,  gripping Delilah's arm gently pulling at her like a child.  She huffed out a sigh,  how could she pass that up? "Fine,  hand me the bowl.  I'm too sober to do this, " She threw the lighter to jungkook who quickly lit the bowl for her.  After a second of letting the medication kick in,  she felt loose in body,  mind,  and soul.  She pushed herself up off the bean bag chair and stood next to Clarissa after kicking her shoes to the corner.  Thankfully, they lived on the first floor so no one would complain.  The guys clapped and began the movie.  

Delilah and Clarissa began cheering every cheer to the movie,  while the guys watched laughing hysterically and occasionally impressed.  "Alright I did it, " Delilah plopped down on the bean bag after the credits rolled.  Clarissa pulled jungkook,  Bennet and RM all up from their spots one-by-one. 

"I'm thinking the pool cheer off.  I'd love to see our guys prance and dosey doe," Clarissa quoted from the movie.  Delilah nodded vigorously. "Hop up there guys you have 10 minutes to practice while D and I go to her apartment to put her pieces away, " Clarissa informed,  throwing Delilah her shoes back,  putting on her own adidas. Delilah grabbed the box on the counter and they exited to Delilah's apartment.  The air was significantly fresher than the apartment they were just in.  She didnt have decorations so even though it was the same floor plan,  hers looked bigger.  

Delilah placed the box in her kitchen cabinet and looked out on her open balcony. Tuck was laying down enjoying the afternoon sun.  "Tuck can come inside if he wants.  I bought a water bowl about a month ago for when he's over on my porch," Delilah pointed to the door,  pulling her phone our of her pocket.  "What a mess this cheer will be, " Clarissa laughed,  peaking over the railing to her apartment. "Oh god," Delilah complained.  Her phone was filled with texts from Tim. He wanted her to cover the dinner rush as soon as the lunch rush was over.  Apparently the other waitresses were going to some party at UCF. Tim always let the other waitresses ditch as much as they wanted,  because the diner was never too busy for one person to handle. It was in a part of town that the tourists never went,  because it was opposite side of the theme parks.  The other waitresses also allowed Tim to grope them and even play into it. They were around the same age as Delilah,  but both were in college while Delilah dropped out of community college to move back.  So,  whenever they didn't want to work,  Tim brought in Delilah.  She needed this job so she always obeyed.  

"I guess you're going to have to enjoy the cheer alone.  I have to head back to work," Delilah threw up her hair quickly while explaining to Clarissa,  who followed her to her room as Delilah changed back into her uniform.  "Heather and Maddy are going to another party?" Clarissa asked,  anger surrounding her usually peppy voice.  Delilah nodded,  pulling her poodle skirt and matching white shirt back on.  

"It's not fair.  The way he treats you.  He shouldn't be harassing anyone of you but the fact the other girls let him so they still get paid to ditch?" Clarissa rambled.  Delilah could feel the rage in the room as if it were fog.  Delilah placed her hands on Clarissa's bony shoulders as Clarissa sat on Delilah's bed.  "Honey,  it's why I can afford this apartment,  my car,  bills,  and still have some money left I save up for an annual pass to the parks.  Tonight's shift tips should get me just enough to buy one on Monday," Delilah reassured her friend. "Come by for dinner if you're too afraid he will act up.  Foods on me, " She convinced Clarissa.  As Delilah grabbed her purse Clarissa followed her out the front door, holding tucks collar. "Fine.  We will drop by later.  I'm bringing the guys.  You're high as a kite though so… be careful okay? " Delilah nodded once and made her way to work.  Being high the traffic didn't bother her so much.  

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A/N

I'm loving this so much.  I have so much planned.  Please leave comments on where I can improve,  what you love,  and what you want with the story!  

-T

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( park chaeyoung, cisfemale, she/her. ) ARDEN JUNG ? you must be thinking about the TWENTY-THREE year old WOMEN STUDIES GRADUATE student starting their SECOND YEAR at harvard university. they're known as FORTUNA in the ROMAN society, because they remind people of pennies found heads-up on the sidewalk, laughing until your sides hurt, getting lost on a late night drive, and wishing on shooting stars. but be careful, they are rumored to be CAPRICIOUS... you'd think being KINDHEARTED would make up for it.

EARLY LIFE: when arden’s grandparents first moved to america, their dream was to own a restaurant. within years, they’d built a hole in the wall diner from the ground up in new york, a tiny suite crammed between a clinic and some bodega. her father grew up there, learned the art of running the business, and was the person to take it over when her grandparents died. together, arden’s father and his wife carried on this legacy of love, eventually bringing arden into the world they’d come to adore. with an apartment sat right atop their restaurant, the jung family was very cozy in their lives together. the restaurant paid the bills, but business was certainly not booming, leaving arden without certain luxuries her harvard counterparts may have enjoyed. what they lacked in funds, however, her parents made up in love. she grew up supported and comfortable in her home, a luxury she herself considers a privilege. her father was always a believer in luck which eventually led to his purchase of a winning lottery ticket. he’d managed to win a mega jackpot, giving the jungs enough money to live in a way they never had before. now, arden’s parents were determined to make her dreams come true, one of those being to attend harvard. what previously had seemed unobtainable was now being a reality as she received the acceptance letter, her father already writing the check for her full four years. it was then that tragedy struck, her mother falling victim to a sudden death. it destroyed arden, leaving her too wounded to attend harvard in the fall like she’d intended. instead, she remained at home with her father, spending days running the restaurant in absence of her father and nights taking classes from the local community college. 

arden was 16 turning 17 when her father won the lottery

her mom died the following year when arden was 18

PRESENT: arden is actually a great student, but never expected to attend an ivy league school due to finances. she was good in school, but nowhere near good enough to get a full ride, which left her hopeless until her father won his money. she’s a women studies graduate student because she of course recognizes the importance of the subject, but she also chose it as a safe option. she’s considered being a tattoo artist, and has completed many a stick n poke on her friends ankles, but hasn’t really practiced art since before her mom died. for now, she has no real career goal in mind, but is furthering her studies to appease her father. she’s entering her second year at harvard this fall. her bank account is currently full of more zeroes than she can count and now it’s a matter of figuring out how to fit into a world she’s never known before. her father had heard whispers of the roman society and bought arden’s way in, so she’s definitely out of her league and she knows it. new money all the way babyyyy

in the last year, her dad decided to make a franchise of their business, basically he’s become a sellout to get some more coin so she’s coping w that as well

PERSONALITY: arden is very loyal, almost to a fault. she will ride for anyone she considers a friend, and even that definition can be loose. however, she’s rather aloof at times and never takes anything seriously. her tendency to treat everything like it’s a joke often gets her in trouble because she tends to blow things off since they don’t seem that important to her. it’s not that she doesn’t care about the person, she just doesn’t understand the urgency of most things. she’s immature at times, especially when it comes to arguments. tbh her mom dying really wrecked her and stunted her in a lot of ways. she spent years taking care of her father and while she’d do it all again, it definitely took a huge toll on her. she also doesn’t love that money has seemed to change her dad and she’s terrified of turning into someone she’s not, but feels that she has no other choice. she desperately wants to be liked, but tries to play it cool always. i think i described her as a meme that tries to be edgy and i think that’s pretty fitting

she’s very uncomfortable with having money since she grew up decently poor and doesnt rlly know how to use it??? like her idea of splurging is getting the guac at chipotle so . 

i’m interested to see how her time in the society has kind of shaped her if that makes sense??? i think she entered a v naive girl who had the world ahead of her and now she’s kind of seeing how evil money is and that the only way to rlly prosper is to rise to the occasion. money is power and maybe it;s time she had both

oh she’s also kind of closed off at this point just bc she lost her mom and now she feels like she’s losing her dad and idk she’s just hurt so it’s hard bc she wants to be an open book but she’s also so so scared of getting hurt and feeling out of her league so she’s just . existing 

i mentioned it before but she used to rlly love art and actually considered pursuing it professionally but gave it up after her mom died bc she didnt have the love for it anymore so it’s something she dabbles in occasionally but she doesnt rlly let herself get into it anymore </3 

also i havent figured out her zodiac sign yet but when i do i’ll let u guys know 

anyways i dont rlly know what else to add to this bc i think this basically sums her up but yeah i would love to plot w each and every one of u so pls like this if ur down and i’ll probably message u embarrassingly fast <3

[seapandora]

Tell Me Why

Peter Parker!CollegeAU x Reader

Warnings: angst, not a happy ending, swears (Like a lot of them, beware). Typos

A/N: So my friend gave me this idea. Obviously this kind of fanfic has been written before. Its not a new concept. Just enjoy it. I hate angsty fics myself, at least those that don’t end happy, but oh well. I´m stressed and a little pissed so here it is. I havent proof read it yet, and probably never will. I tried to write it as non-descriptive as I could but I probably messed up somewhere. Please reblog with your comments and help a gal out.

Words: 1011

6 pm

Not a sign of Y/Ns boyfriend of two years. Well he could just be a few minutes late, he had an exam late in the afternoon, after all.

7 pm

Still no sign Y/Ns boyfriend. Y/N was starting to get pissed off. It wasn’t the first date he had missed or skipped or whatever he said he did. It was annoying and this date was important. It was their anniversary. Y/N looked up and around the diner, they had ordered and was eating their fries currently as they looked up at the TV. It was a live feed showing Spider-whoever taking down some criminals. Why couldn’t Petr be like that? Y/N thought, show up just in time. They sighed and finished their fries before dumping a 20-dollar bill on the tabl and leaving the diner. They got to their car and jumped in starting it up to get the heater on. It was January and New York was bloody cold. Why ahd no one told Y/N, New York was a cold ass city during the winter months. Had they known they would have never moved there. They turned the ignition on fully and drove to the campus. They ahd their own small apartment there and knew they wouldn’t be bothered by Peter. He would probably wake up tomorrow morning with an excellent excuse to why he had skipped anniversary dinner.

Now you may wonder, why would they have their anniversary dinner in a cheap diner? Well, you see, that was the spot of their first date. Yeah, duh, cliché, we know. Y/N sighed as they parked in the only empty spot of the campus. Maybe they´d pass by Neds dor and hang with him. They made their way up the stairs and knocked on Neds door hich was just three doors from their own dorm. Ned opened the door and frowned. “Ehum, now isn´t the best time Y/N” which was weird because Ned never ever ever said no to a visit from Y/N. “He´s here isnt he?” Y/N asked and groande loudly. “Fuck me, fuck this. Tell him to go fuck off will you, and oh tell him Im fucking done with his no-show bullshit, alrigth.” Y/N continued and behind Ned, Peter popped his head out. From what Y/N could see he was half naked.

“Shoot, Y/N I got so busy, I was just about to go to the… you know.” He said and smiled awkwardly. “Go where Peter? You don’t even remmeber do you? And I dated you for two years, what a fucking waste. I came to New York for you, Ive spent two cold ass winters here for you and this is how you thank me. I really thought that you of all people would understand the importance of a relationship.” Y/N said as they felt tears spring in their eyes. They wouldn’t cry in front of Peter though, no he didn´t deserve that. Those tears were reserved for Y/Ns pillow and their pillow only. Before they could say anything more Y/N turned and ran towards their own dorm. They unlocked the door and got in quickly before locking the door behind them.

The bed was tempting, but shower came first. It was important to maintain a healthy routine, plus that mascara would not make the sheets a happy sight to see in the morning. Y/N took a good, long shower, they had earned it. Washed their face and hair because it was time for their me-time. Once they were out of the shower they put on a face mask and got themselves a drink, just a regular diet soda. Alcohol had been strictly banned after the last party and well, Y/N didn’t want to risk her education that she had paid a lot for, because she had alcohol in her dorm. They heard the door but didn’t bother and instead put in some earbuds and turned on some music as they waited for the face-masks time to be up. Once it was they massaged the extra serum into their skin before brushing their teeth and heading to bed.

Peter was on the outside of their bedroom window which wasn’t hard as Y/Ns dorm was on the first floor. Y/N really didn’t care though and they didn’t want to talk to Peter. They walked over to the window and turned the blinds. Peter was left standing out there in the cld watching as the person he loved shut him out completely. He knew he had messed up, but he wanted to make it right. Why would Y/N let him make it right. Y/N wanted to talk it out with Peter, but that wasn’t an option right now. They werent sure when it would be an option. Probably not for a long time. Peter had ditched them one too many times and it hurt them. They werent sure what was going on but had to fear the worst in case of protecting themselves. Of course Peter had an affair. Could it even be called an affair if they werent married or at least engaged. He had something on the side of what they had. Why else would he be late or never show for dates, why else would he come home drenched in sweat. Why else would he spend so much time on his phone with someone named Happy.

Y/N honestly just wanted the truth, but they werent ready for it. They needed time to think and process. And they needed time to heal. They checked their phone seeing several calls and texts from peter. They unlocked their phone and quickly went into his contact and put him on mute. They did the same for Ned as they figured Peter would try to go through Ned to get in contact. Y/N went to bed and curled up closest to the wall with a pillow against their chest. In the words of Tauriel `Why does it hurt so much?´, they thought and then quickly remembered the words of Thranduil although they couldn’t get themselves to think of them.

[legion1993]

Let us have Delayed Fun

title: Let Us Have Delayed Fun

pairing: Jensen x reader

fluff 2020 sq: delayed flights

kink 2020 sq: masturbation

rating: 18+ 

tags: heavy flirtation, some dirty dancing type thing, discreet sexual acts in public, guy fingering girl discreetly on the dancefloor in crowd of people, guy fingering girl in a crowded elevator

summery: not telling

created for @spnfluffbingo​  @spnkinkbingo​

fluff 2020 masterlist      part 1    kink 2020 masterlist

it hadnt been very long, actually but an hour since you both had set eyes on eachother. departing at the security gate you both went to wait for your respected flights home but after an hour a storm warning delayed all the outgoing flights. 

you both took your luggage and had the same idea, give the attendants your phone numbers to be alerted when the flights are ready to leave again, head to the nearest hotel and drink/dance the hours away…

this hotel just happened to be the same damn hotel (hyatt regency orlando international airport hotel) for it was just outside the hotel that you heard your name being called.

Jensen: “YN… YN wait up!”

you turned around to be face to face once more with Jensen… it was torture but it was better than being alone… 

Jensen: “thank goodness i caught up to you… i have been screaming your name for the entire walk from the desk in the airport to here…”

YN: “sorry i had ear buds in… let me guess your flight got delayed too..?”

jensen: “yes it did, how bout to save money we share a room… it would be a whole hell of a lot less boring…”

YN: “why not but we need to go dancing, i am gonna go stir crazy if i dont fall to a beat…”

Jensen: “it will happen, but first i think we need to get into something hot and sexy to blend in at the club…”

you nod as Jensen with his suitcase comes beside you and your suitcase both of you walking into the hotel. 

desk personal: “can i help you?”

Jensen: “yes we would like to check in, our flights got delayed…”

Desk personal: “i will need a name to charge the room under as well a card to charge it too…”

Jensen with his dashing smile pulled out his wallet and took out one of his cards.

Jensen: “name is Jensen Ackles. and ill charge this to Visa please. and make sure the room is non smoking with a balcony.”

Desk Personal: “of course mr Ackles. please tap when your ready and one of you will need to sign this agreement its just a standard agreement saying you wont destroy the rooms or anything like that…”

You looked at Jensen and then you took the pen and signed the paper… 

YN: “we are just smart enough to wait somewhere comfortable till this storm passes… however long it takes… we dont care…”

Desk personal: “ah yes well storms usually last about 2-3 days depending on the level of the storm. it will be a while so yes you both are very smart in waiting someplace comfortable. now here is your room key you are in room 405 enjoy your stay and welcome to the Hyatt regency Orlando international airport hotel.”

you take the room key and shove it in the corner of your bra so you can take your suitcase in one hand while Jensen take your hand with his free hand. he keeps eyeing you, like he wants to jump you right then right there. 

Jensen: “you know if you wear something with easy access you and i will have some fun on the dancefloor. some very heated decreet fun..”

he flashed you another one of his charming smiles. this made your knees feel week. both of you got into the elevator pushing the button to go to the floor to go to your room. 

YN: “there is a club down the road calld Noches Azul, i hear its a popular and amazing place for those who like to move with the beat of their own drum.”

Jensen: “then we shall dress to the appropriate color too… ladies first.”

he says as the elevator doors opened. you walked out first and started down the hall slowly till Jensen stepped off the elevator then it was fair game you turned and blew him a kiss before taking off down the hall. 

Jensen dropped his luggage beside yours in front of your door and pursured you, when he caught you he picked you up bridal style before reaching in to grab the key card out of your bra with his teeth.

 then using your free hand you slid it in the door Jensen used his elbow to push the door open. he carried you placing you on the bed placing ferverous kisses all over your body.

this continued for several moments before you both pulled back and smiled.

YN: “if we dont get off of this bed we wont make it dancing… we want to have some discreet fun dont we?”

Jensen groaned at you, but of course he knew you were right…

Jensen: “your right. so what are you wearing tonight?”

YN: “stay right here and ill show you…”

you go into the other room away from Jensen’s view and you put on the little blue dress you had found  at the airport. it just happened to fit the bill… once the dress was on you put all your stuff nice-ishly back where it was.

YN: “Jensen play Sexy Back… i want to see your reaction to me in this dress with this song.”

you listen for the start of the song, it starts and you wait for the bridge, where you begin to move slowly then you began to move into view along the wall when the chorus started. 

as you continued to move your body on the corner of the wall you watched Jensen’s eyes not leave your form. you could see the lust in his eye, you could see the way his lips curled and the way he licked his lips. it turned you on so bad. 

Jensen: “when did you pick this little number up?”

YN: “at the airport after i passed security, i went to grab a snack and came out with this dress. what do you think?”

Jensen: “i love it, it is exactly what will help this night to go smoothly. as well as it just looks smashing on you.”

Jensen had already stopped the song, you continued to stand against the wall, but Jensen figured he had to find something hot for himself to wear. you waited paitently for him to come back wearing the navy shirt along with some Jeans. 

you let out a whistle for that shirt brought out his features very well. you had your leather jacket on the couch near by, Jensen had his in hand as well, you handed him your id to keep in his wallet along with the key card. 

in moments you were off walking through the small area to the club. where you both would dance and dance till your hearts content or till you both felt so hot and heavy that it would be beneficial if you were anywhere but there. 

arriving you both showd your id and were let inside. you both checked your jackets and Jensen stuck the check stubs in his wallet. you both went straight to the dance floor. you were glued to Jensen like a dirty shirt. 

no one would dare to mess with either of you. finding a nice darkish spot on the dancefloor private enough for some “secret” fun. 

both of you now taking part in the music, the beat coursing through your forms, your shared forms blending not missing a single beat no one around you paid any attention. 

under the dimest spotlight there was, you and Jensen now stood making yourselves as comfortable as could be. the beat taking over, the feeling of Jensen’s hands roaming your body, this made your pussy very very wet. 

Jensen(whispering in your ear): “grind my fingers baby keep dancing.”

you did as commanded, you were so wet and had orgasmed 5 times by the time the song was done. thats when Jensen pulled his fingers back again before you could orgasm again, he once more leaned down to whisper.

Jensen (whispering): “squirt for me baby!”

Jensen once more dipped his fingers hard into your soaking wet pussy. the silent moans, the rest of the club clueless as fuck and the feeling of Jensen’s fingers diving deeper and deeper into your pussy.

 your body kept moving trying to contain any signs that you were discreetly being masturbated by a man you have only known for a month. this was your normal, this felt right in more ways than one. 

Jensen had been there for you from the first day you met him. till now you had been completely alone, no man had entered your life long enough to even have your first kiss, long enough to ever make it as far as you had with Jensen. to be feeling these feelings made you wonder if he felt it to. 

truth was he was completely feeling the same thing you were this was how you first swiruted, this was the man you knew was to be your present as well as your future. 

in that moment you didnt care, you knew eventually your flights would take you both home seperately and probably your paths would never cross again. but in this moment it felt like heaven on earth. 

Jensen hit one sweet spot and you squirted, discreetly you and Jensen giggling and smiling walked out of that club as fast as possible remembering to grab your coats on the way out. 

arriving outside the club and walking back to the hotel you both laughed, for it was to be destiny that would give you both the biggest surprise ever. 

arriving back at the hotel you both stumble up to the room, shutting the door again ending up in eachothers arms on the bed, the clothes you guys had been wearing were now all over the floor, and both of you were now cuddled in bed having just done sex for what felt like the millionth time during this entire trip.

reality started to sink in when the phone calls came in 6 hours later, this was when it sunk in. both of you looked at the clock it read 3:30am this was the time that the delay was no more. this was when you were both disturbed to get up get repacked and get ready for your flights home. 

Jensen: “ill never forget the time we spent together. i left you something in your suitcase. you will find it and know what it means when the time comes. i also took down your address and phone number ill be sending you little things to show you i havent forgotten.”

YN: “i feel the same way but once we leave here, why would you waste time on a non celeb like me. i mean sure maybe our friends set us up but we wont know that till we confront them. i should have said this sooner but before i get on this plane there is something you should know. i think i have fallen for you. but i know not what to think at this moment. i took down your number as well, please understand that i may not communicate right away but thats cause i have a best friend whose anxiously awaiting my return home.”

Jensen: “same here, but please let me know when you do arrive home. i would like to know you arrived safely.”

Jensen helped you once more by helping you with your bags as he walked by your side to the airport and up to the check in once more to get your updated tickets and then it was time to part once more in such sweet sorrow. 

you and jensen let go of your bags and hugged it out once more before parting to your respected gates. but you whispered in his ear when you hugged him.

YN: “i will let you know when im back on home soil. i will always remember your touch.”

Jensen and you parted and went on your way. arriving home you sent Jensen a text.

YN (texting Jensen): “hey Jensen its YN. i am back on home soil and i already miss your embrace. i am heading to baggage to collect my luggage, then to meet my best friend in the lobby. home hasnt changed. let me know when you land and what your seeing too. ill look forward to being in more correspondance with you soon <3″

you grabbed your bag and went down the escalator straight into the arms of your best friend. you broke down as soon as you hit her embrace. she just stood there hugging you not caring that either of you were in public, you both stood there as you cried.

Beth: “what happened girl?”

YN: “long story short the trip was amazing, but i fear i have fallen in love with someone i might never seen again. i missed you.”

Beth: “come on lets get you out of here and back home.”

you both exited the airport and went back home. later when you were alone you looked at your phone and saw a messgae from jensen.

Jensen (via text): “hey beautiful i made it home to, i know how you feel, it feels weird to be home again. my best friend is waiting i just grabbed my luggage. i hope everything goes well. till we speak again. i miss you too <3″

that was the message that sent you into a suspended sleep your bestie crawled into bed after she was done her work. she didnt care that you were passed out. she was just happy that you were home.

Jensen had a similar greeting from his best friend and returned home to his large and half empty bed also falling into a suspended sleep all he could think about was you. 

*to be continued*

[shootycatfishgame]

Well its done, "Shooty and the Catfish Episode 2: The Spoopies" is finally out in the wild for people to play, why you can even play it yourself for free if you head on over here:   https://visitorsfromdreams.itch.io/shootycatfish-episode2 Truth be told the game has been out for 3 days now and has only been downloaded a grand total of 4 times. It might seem like a discouraging number for sure but its important to remember that this is the second episode of a series, and with the first episode itself only being downloaded a total of 124 times to date (my previous project Hazmat is sitting at 525 downloads and Flatwoods at 849 downloads) its not that surprising. In all honesty im not really expecting the series to really gain any sort of momentum until its fully finished and released as a stand alone product on Steam, and I think thats fair enough. The idea behind the episodic releases was largely so I could get the feedback to improve each episode as the project went along, and I think I have achieved that so far. So I guess you could consider this to be a post mortem. Where did things go right with Episode 2 and where did they go wrong? Well, for where things went right, development started in March and was finished in September so you could say the game had a 7 month development cycle. Looking back at it now due to the length of the episode that actually feels really excessive considering the amount of content in the actual game (which I will come back too) but compared to the first episodes 2 year development cycle it was a huge improvement. I am also pretty happy with how the games set up worked. Episode 1 played it very strait with its single town and non linear dungeon set up taken right from the standard JRPG guidebook. Episode 2 on the other hand was a little more experimental. The opening town was more about establishing a tone then a solid narrative with the Episodes dungeon being where all of the real story telling happens. While im sure this isnt a new idea, its something I havent personally experienced in any turn based RPGs. Sure, its not uncommon to find environmental story telling packed into the game world, but to have every combat encounter also be an NPC that pushes the narrative forward? I think the results were perhaps a little wordy and at times a bit on the nose, but for the most part I think it works. Episode 1 had a very non linear dungeon which worked well but it was nice working on something a little more directed as well which Episode 2's layout definitely was.

Im really happy without how the quality of life improvements in the game turned out, introducing new elements like coded doors for different kinds of keys and giving you the option of finishing the game without fighting the optional boss which, you know, actually made that optional boss optional. In fact I was so happy with those changes I went back and patched them into Episode 1 only a couple weeks back.

So where did things go wrong?

Well, to be honest, the only thing I wasnt happy with was how long it took me to get this game out. Like I said, 7 months is a big improvement compared to 2 years, but its still a lot longer than it should have been. Some of this was definitely my fault... as mentioned above there was a big push to have all the narrative put into the dungeon, but the down side of that was that it meant there was a lot more meaningful dialogue in this Episode than there was in Episode 1. The previous Episodes dialogue was mostly made up of silly gags from goofy NPCs in town, but for this Episode I had to create that ALONG with the more serious and narrative driven dialogue found in the dungeon itself. There were several weeks where I didnt touch the game at all because it all seemed so daunting. Ironically when I finally forced myself to write those sections it ended up only taking me 2 nights, so really I spent weeks if not months putting the project off out of fear of something that ended up taking collectively 6 hours tops.

So yeah... that explains some of the delay, but not all of it. The second issue that struck me during the development of this Episode was my own insecurity. The first 5 months this games development were during a time when I didnt know what was happening with my job,  I was very nervous, and with my fiance being processed through the notoriously awful Australian immigration system I was also pretty damn scared. The last few weeks of those 5 months was a massive period of crunch at work for a huge project and then immediately it was over... and I was out of a job. If I had known for sure that this was how the gig would have turned out I would have spent more of my free time trying to develop a following. I might have even been able to get my Patreon into a state that could have helped me out financially a little, or atleast thats what I liked to think I would have done, but at the time I didnt have the confidence or energy to do so. This was followed with me taking up a freelance project (well quite a few actually but most were great) which while it has definitely paid my bills over the last couple of months, it has also left me exhausted, emotionally and physically. All of this slowed down the development of the game, and perhaps even more importantly had a large impact on the writing of it.

"Shooty and the Catfish: Episode 2 - The Spoopies" deals with some pretty heavy themes, with suicide and the treatment of suicide victims being chief amoung them. Then on top of that I realised half way through development that while the idea of an office building full of ghosts of asshole business people who commited suicide after a stock market crash does have some comedic value (poor taste as it may be), the gameplay loop of systematically killing every single one of those ghosts has absolutely no comedic value and is quite possibly the most morbid thing I had ever created... Ironically not even on purpose... I found myself in a situation where I accidently created a "suicide victims ghost murder simulator". While im no stranger to creating offensive or disturbing content, for once this wasnt my intention but rather the result of the games story concept clashing with the established gameplay mechanics... and realising too late. What do you do when you set out to make a dumb comedy about 2 wise cracking idiots that kill monsters for money and instead... well here we are. What a mess... Im not going to pretend that the game handles the subject of suicide well and I also dont think I ever could approach the subject in a satisfying way. If its treatment upsets or offends anyone I think thats completely understandable and any critism I receive because of it is completely justified. Something I do think that is a positive to come out of all this however is this is the first game project I have worked on that I feel, to me personally, is a piece of "art". Well I mean... I think all games are art, but playing through this game now I can see the struggle I was going through developing it reflected through the characters and through the writing. Its almost like playing through 5 months of my own loose streamed consciousness. My stress, my depression, my insecurity, my fear, my defeatism, its all there. The game has tonal whiplash of morbid  nihilism and stupid dumb goofy comedy in a way I havent been able to pull of since my 2014 film Spilt Coffee (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jp2HSx_f9WE) which ironically serves as a prequel to this game and was created at a time of my life when again, I felt quite trapped. Episode 2 might be the worst game I have made to a lot of people and thats totally fair, but I think its also my most personal and sincere for what thats worth. Thats it for this update, I have gone on long enough as it is. So where do we go from here? Well... I made myself and my players a promise at the end of Episode 2, and thats that Episode 3 will be a fun light hearted adventure. I think after this games development I really need it, and hopefully the contents of this depressing Episode doesnt stop those players from coming with me on that adventure too. If your interested in helping me support my indie game development then why not check out my Patreon? https://www.patreon.com/VisitorsFromDreams Every little bit helps ~ <3

Thanks again to everyone who has taken the time to read this post.

[g0dtier]

honestly now that i think about it

this whole thing is shady af

shes been ordering shit to my place since before i even lived there, implying that shes got a copy of the key to my place. which is NOT that unusual in my country, if she and the previous renter had a good agreement, cause its pretty normal to give your neighbors a copy of your keys in case youre locked out. and honestly, imma sound classist af here, but theres usually 2 varieties of ppl living in these kinda neighborhoods. the people who cant get a place (which is growing steadily), and the “white trash” variant to be short abt it, aka people who try n cheat the system as much as possible. usually 90% of the people living in the kind of neighborhood im in are the first case, aka poor college students, immigrants and like. factory workers. and like i said 90% of them are super friendly and welcoming which i love because i fit into the poor college student demographic and we’re all in the same boat and we get that about each other

and dont get me wrong i have nothing against cheating the system as long as they dont use my place to cheat it

bc right now, the letters my neighbor got were “accidentally” (considering shes probably got a key to my place) mailed to my place even tho she lives on 47 and i live on 45 and she never corrected the mail address, she was surpised i was moving in, was really weird in asking like 5 times if i was gonna live here alone, and had another letter about her payment delivered to me. at an address she doesnt live at. which means my address is currently the one listed behind on payments. and considering the amount of people who fill in an address of an empty place for their deliveries that can be shoved through the mailbox and doesnt need signing, yeah im a bit weirded out. its very possible she entered my address for her deliveries, and if she DOES have the key she could easily enter my place when im not home to pick that shit up and pretend the person who ordered it moved out to the people asking for payment, which is pretty common. which would also explain her being super surprised i moved in and her continuous asking about whether i lived here alone or with anyone else.

idk what to do. bc with the other letters to other people, it seems like people have routed their bills to be delivered to my place. ive gotten hella letters about people that “lived here” about unpaid shit. and I’d accept it if they actually lived here, but some letters are from the same months addressed to like 4 different people, so who tf is entering my address as a place to deliver shit like their bills. if i wake up one morning to people going like “hey does [------] live here bc theyre behind on [whatever bill] and havent paid since your house was sold idk whether i should be a snitch or not bc not being a snitch could land me in jail time and if i AM a snitch half the neighborhood could turn on me

[drferox]

Vet school fees - Melbourne

@onyxia99 said: Hey! I’m in Yr 12 this year, I’ve had my heart set on becoming a vet for a long time. Looking at the DVM at UniMelb, which costs 250k, while fee help only covers 150k, I’m wondering if you know how payment for it would work, if I dont get a gov. subsidised place? Would I have to cough up 100k+ after completing the bachelor of science? Haven’t been able to find much online and teachers haven’t been much help. Really worried about my chances of doing the course at that price. Cheers

I’d be worried about paying that back at that price too. It’s going to saddle you with $250k debt straight out of the gate, which is at least half the price of a house around Melbourne, when the average new graduate vet wage is around $45k per year and an experienced one is more like $70-80k. Paying off $250k would be extremely difficult without a cash gift from a wealthy benefactor. But because vet degrees are in such high demand by students, there will be someone desperate enough to pay this, whether or not it’s a good idea.

Certainly you wouldn’t be the only student who’s has to turn down a full-fee paying place and keep waiting for a Commonwealth Supported Place (CSP, the government supported ones), because the CSPs are much cheaper with the government footing a percentage of the bill, and you can then put the rest on Fee-HELP. (Fee-HELP is basically an inflation-only government loan only for higher education, which is paid out of your tax withheld. You just pay more tax until it’s paid off, for the Americans in the audience)

If you are in a full-fee position, you essentially need to make sure your semester fees are paid by the census date in each semester. That’s a day about three weeks in where everybody has to be committed to their subjects. So you’d need to be paying a chunk of that $250k every 6 months, which is a huge ask. There is little flexibility and the finance department at Unimelb can be very slow to do anything.

So you pay your semester’s fees per semester, and most people would have to take out a private loan to do that.

There’s a few details I can’t quite remember about Fee-HELP though. I’m pretty sure that $150k loan is the lifetime maximum for students in the medical fields, so if you’ve already put a science degree onto Fee-HELP you haven’t still got the total $150k you can use. And I’m not sure if full-fee students even qualify for Fee-HELP in the first place, so you may be completely on your own with that $250k.

$250k is a lot of money and will take a long time to repay. My loans were closer to $40k and it’s taken me about ten years to pay them all down, and that’s on a CSP. $250k could take your entire working career and if I had to make these decisions again, knowing what I know now, I don’t think I’d accept a full-fee place, but would rather wait the extra year and try again for a CPS.

Good luck with whatever way you decide to do.