#i made a shit ton of these today so I'll be posting them slowly

[d-dormant]

maleficent movies as reductress headlines

[sleepyboywrites]

@justkeepscrollingscrolling

Hey all! In case you missed my last post Tumblr updates ruined my life and asks no longer allow you to save as drafts and then update them. Since I normally don't write all in one session I have quite a few in my drafts currently that I have to get creative in actually answering so that you all still get notified when I get around to your asks. Moving forward I'll just answer in one go but for older asks (ones before I noticed/before the update) will be answered like this! Also I haven't written in a while so I apologize if it's shit.

Save a horse ride a cowboy

Masky knew you were raised on a farm. His favorite, albeit slightly teasing pet name for you was 'Cowboy' or 'Farm hand'. He's seen you carry corpses of fully grown men in one arm since joining the proxies. He had confronted you on multiple occasions how and why and you had replied. "I've hauled hay when our tractor broke and carried a newborn filly to the truck to rush to the vet after she wasn't walkin'. I can hold my own Darlin'." And he had been oh so kind to remind you who you belonged to for your lip and sweet farm boy ways. Yet he still sometimes underestimates your strength and in all honesty it's your own fault.

Play fighting and rough housing was nothing at all new. Mostly because Masky suffers from cuteness aggression and you, farm boy, are sturdy enough to handle it as well as dish it out. You two did it so often that if you didn't people assumed you were fighting fighting. On top of this you had a bad habit of letting Masky win because he's just so cute all smug on victory and everyone likes to be shoved into the couch face first by their partner sometimes cause being manhandled is just as fun as manhandling.

That is until one day, a really busy one, you didn't really have the time nor energy to let him win.

Masky had been extra annoying today. Poking and proding and shoving and basically all over you. Normally no complaints whatsoever but you had a shit ton you needed to get done. The list of cleanup tasks you were assigned today was two pages long and with your boyfriend attacking you at every turn in some form of cuteness aggression taking over and possessing him the second he saw your face, you getting fuck all done. Cleanup from the cannibals of the mansion plus the targets of the main proxies (because apparently scrubbing the remains of EJ's lunch off of the kitchen walls for three hours wasn't enough to deal with) had made for an unusually large amount of work for the sole cleanup crew member, you, and you were over it. So as Masky tried to tackle you in greeting for the fifth time today hoping to instigate you to wrestle him and to in turn win and coerce you to get a little 'closer', you just held your ground picked up the corpse in one arm, pried his arms off with a "Hold on Darlin' I have work to finish and I'm running behind. Later." And walked away.

Masky had stood there for a moment with a confused look on his face before the realization struck and he remembered his view of you and your 'softness' was heavily skewed. But once the shock disappears he became determined to genuinely tackle you. Stalking, lurking, and hunting you as you attempted to finish your work as Cleanup. He had proven himself to be quite the pain in your ass as you avoided his attacks and eventually lost him all together getting to finish the long list of tasks you had been assigned. You took a shower changed clothes and were scrolling on your phone on the couch when you finally sensed him again.

His vaguely pissed off and irked in general aura slowly approaching you from behind. You pretended not to notice that he's approaching and place your arms over his as he hugs you, clearly mopey, from behind. "Hm... So we're doing angry cuddles now, are we love?"

Masky didn't reply shoving his face into your neck, you could feel his intrusive thoughts to bite you, his hesitation to do so. Masky begins walking away from you and into the kitchen.

Without warning you chase after him and pick him up as he shouts and squirms playfully trying to escape your grasp and flip the script, "Look, I'm sorry I was avoidin' you, 'm not angry at you darlin, I was just overbooked on what needed done. Now quit your moping." You explained as you threw and pinned him to the couch. Masky going fully silent and still as you pin him down, giving you an odd territorial and excited look. "What?" You ask as he stares up at you, an eyebrow raised.

"Save a horse..." He replied looking you up and down. As it slowly processes in your head what he's referring to and you scoff and chuckle as you shake your head.

[inked-up-gentleman]

"Stop carrying old feelings into new experiences."

That is what one of your posts says.

I'm curious if you follow this advice for yourself? I ask because I have followed you for a very long time and am very familiar with what you post and how you respond to and answer your anon 'asks'

A lot of the time, it seems as though you blame your past for how you are today and why you don't trust. You respond with words that very much say you're doing exactly that.....allowing your past to carry over into your present. It's very clear you've been hurt and/or screwed over and it's been that way for a LONG time now. When are you going start following that quote? To stop carrying old feelings into new experiences."

I know you love the attention, I mean, who wouldn't? And why would someone post as many photos. gifs, writings/thoughts and anon, asks? You thrive on attention. I'd go as far as to say you need the attention. I think the shit from the past is just an excuse to do exactly what you're doing now which garners tons of traffic and ooooo's and ahhhhh's for you. Is it possible you're not ready to give that up so you keep this front/wall up and use the past as an excuse?

None of this is meant maliciously or judgmentally so hopefully all your groupies stay off my ass about it. That's why I won't ask you off anon. (although I have sent a few asks as myself before so we've had interaction.) I just don't trust that your followers won't respond badly and then start that bully mentality because so many of them seem to be protective (and obsessed) with you. Some of them excessively. I just genuinely wonder if when you saw that post, did you pause and say "yeah, you outta let that shit go man"?

Hope you're having a great weekend.

I wasn't going to respond to this at first but I'll lay it all out for you.

First and foremost, I don't see this as being hostile, but you're definitely making some assumptions here that people have made before. That being said, I ask that anyone who responds to this do so respectfully.

Did I follow that advice from that post myself? Yes, to an extent. You're assuming I don't want to be in a relationship due to last relationship and what my ex put me through. Though that's easy to assume, that's not the entire case. Right now my peace is my number one priority and if I deem it suitable to risk it for someone, I will. Until then, I'm completely content with being alone.

I'm still dealing with the damage, sure. But I've slowly turned that energy into productivity for my business and turning my house into a home. It took time, but everything is slowly coming together. That being said, there's only 1 or 2 people on this entire Hell site that have idea of what I was put through. This was far more than just an 8 year relationship that ended. But I will heal how I see fit.

"you thrive on attention" that's an assumption that YOU made. Yes, I post a LOT of selfies and pictures. But if you take the time to notice, they are pictures of what I enjoy doing. Riding the bike, spending time at the gym, relaxing with the pups, reading, whatever else it may be. Not once have I ever posted a nude of any kind. Which, if I wanted attention, that's probably what I would be doing (no offense to those that do post nudes). The closest thing you'll come to a nude is me wearing silkies, but I also go to public gyms in those.

I post what I post here because this and my TikTok account are the ONLY places I can go to truly be myself without it impacting my personal life or my business and I think a lot of you forget that. I absolutely love all my followers and the support they give me here. But nowhere do you see me trying to lure anyone in with anything. I've been 100% transparent from the start and always will be.

Yes, I get a TON of thirsty asks here. Who doesn't though? And though there are plenty of them, you are also forgetting the ones that ask me about working out, losing weight, starting a workout routine, thinking about getting a bike, first time riding tips and tricks, relationship advice or just for wisdom in general. But I digress...

Did I ever tell myself "yeah, I should let that shit go" absolutely. More than once and long before I ever shared that post. But I still learned some very hard lessons from that experience and it was far more than just pain and trauma that I had to let go.

I hope this answered your questions and helped you (and anyone else that was wondering) understand. And I hope you had a great weekend as well.

[sixsixtwenty]

Can I request Scp 049 x Reader smut?

Hey ho! I already made a version on my old Wattpad but it's with a Male reader! So I'm going to post that. If you wanted something else u can always request again!

Scp 049 x Male! Reader

!Smut!

SCP 049's POV

I was just silently walking through the hallways with all my cured patients, they were very badly infected with the cure so i had to help them!

Earlier i was finding more patients to cure when i stumbled upon my darling Y/N as they rushed through the hallways with papers in their hands.

They looked like documents but I'll ask him soon what it was.

I already know my darling for quite some time now and know lots about them like what they like to eat, drink, their insecurities and secrets..

And so on but that didn't matter right now.

My plan right now was it to find my darling and make him mine finally~ I've tried multiple times to give him hints that i love her

But he never picked my signs up and just skipped all of it and went right to interviewing. (Sounds like my love life fr.)

But not today, today will be the day i will go to my darling Y/N and tell her how much I'm into him and make love with him!

I was walking hallway after hallway corridor after corridor and just found more chambers from scps.

Where could they be?

But soon after i walked a bit further i found His office, finally found him and now i could confess to him!

Y/N's POV

I swear to fucking god these damn paperwork's are a pain in the ass! Once I'm done they just multiply or some shit! (School homework)

I already was preparing myself to get more paperwork once i heard my door open so i suspected it was Dr glass or whoever to bring me more

But as i turned around i was stunned to find scp 049 standing at the door as i choked in shock and looked at him- it- again.

"Hello my darling! How are you on this fine day?" 049 asked in a happy tone

"I-im fine 049 how about you? You seem pretty happy."

"Oh i feel fantastic darlin'! But i wanted to share something with you. Something i wanted to tell you!"

I quickly raised an eyebrow and gave him a confused look, he wanted to tell me something?

But i just silently nodded saying that he can

But suddenly he pulls out randomly some human heart as i could just puke at the seight of it.

"Y/N my darling I've loved you for a long time now and didn't know how to confess it to you. But here i am now! I killed all your enemies and anyone who was in our way of love! So please be my partner!"

I was shocked to find out he was the one who kept killing everyone i met but he was so friendly with me and always cared about me!

But i do feel a comnection with him. Like how i cared a ton about him too! But i didn't know if i loved him.

Before i could even say something he removed his bird mask and kissed me deep and rough (just think it's all clothing ok-)

I didn't reject it and kissed back entering my tongue and connecting both of ours making them collide together.

To my surprise 049 actually let out a moan in the kiss that excited me somewhat.

Yknow what? Fuck it.

Without hesitation i grab his ass getting a little sqeak out of him and massaged his as slowly unclothing him until he's just in his boxers

The seight of him was to die for but i wasnt ready to die right now but to put him in his place.

"You like it when i handle your ass as i stare at your body?"

"Y-yes Y/N~ p-please use me!" He moans

I just let out some giggling as i shove him onto the bed as i undress myself Infront of him earning very visible blushes

He crawled back over to me and ehagerly removed my boxers revealing my hard cock already dripping pre cum.

"Eager now are we?"

Without batting an eye he takes all my lenght in his mouth and sucks the living shit out of it.

He really knew how to use his mouth well as he gently bites on it sucks it and moves his tongue over it

Even tracing small circles at the tip making me groan and moan in pleasure as i shoot a lot of cum in his mouth and some dripping from his mouth.

"You taste so goood~"

"Well you sure know how to make a man cum..~"

NOONES POV

Y/N was now laying down on his back as the scp quickly goes on top as he shoves a dildo in Y/N's ass as he inserts a vibrator in his hole.

Both are now a moaning mess as the keep on cumming on each other and the room was filled with moans skin claps and cum

Y/N tries to take the lead again as he lays Scp 049 on his back and positions himself so he can thrust into the entity

He then sticks 2 fingers in his mouth to lube up his hole again just in case so he wouldn't feel so much pain

At the right time when he thought 049 was ready he thrusted in hard and moves his hands up to his neck and gently strangles him but not enough to injure him.

049 wraps his legs around Y/N's waist to stable himself and grabs onto the bed sheets and moaning like there's no tomorrow.

Even Y/N begins to moan and pant senseless now and even quickens his pace and chokes a bit harder now and suddenly cums into 049's hole as he releases on Y/N's stomach

"H-hey now.. that's just round one~" Y/N says in a lustful tone as 049 looks at him with fear an excitement.

TIME SKIP

It's been like 4 rounds now that they have done it and right now they're just laying next to each other and pull each other into a hug.

"Finally i have you all to myself my love. I love you"

"I love you too, but stop killing everyone i come across"

"No promises~" said 049 with a giggle and Y/N is left thinking and processing still what happened.

'dont worry my love noone will EVER come between us and if they do.. I'll murder them~"

(for the other person who requested something urs will be done soon!)

[lilith-little-world]

Sneak Peek of Chapter One(?) Pt. 2|| The Isekai’d Oracle

I know I haven't posted anything for a while. Got super busy, did a ton of research, and had slight writer's block. Yesterday I finally was able to write something only to have a... cooking accident. I'm fine just burn my hand from some boiling water and a slight cut on the other. Doesn't hurt and the red mark from the burn went away.

Anyways I don't know if I want to keep this in. Feels like it's too out of place since it's should be all from the reader's perspective but I do like how we see from the other’s point of view. It feels refreshing to not have all of it in the reader's. It also keeps you guys wanting to read more. Since few of the other characters know more than the reader, yet are somewhat clueless about the oracle's plans for this so-called good ending. So it kind of balances each other out, hopefully.

Also, I watched S4 and holy shit. Mei’s a thousand-time grandfather is hot. I want him.

It was a rainy day. Dark clouds consumed the skies, thunder shaking the world. People continued on with their day, not letting the rain stop them from their tasks. Mk and Mei playing around at the restaurant, messing with Tang. Pigsy tries to scold them for it but was too busy making noodles. Sandy watches from afar drinking tea since the storm had made the waves too out of control for him to stay on the boat.

The demon bull family stayed back home and kept their distance away from the city and heroes. After their embarrassing defeat. Macaque hides in the shadows waiting for the storm to pass. While Wukong relaxes at the temple, hoping that the storm won't cancel today's training.

It was a normal day so far.

Yes, nothing new or life-changing. Everything was peaceful. Then there was the blast.

In an empty street, sparks of a dull peach color form in the middle of the road. Until slowly turning into a small golden ball of energy. Catching the attention of the passerby.

Getting brighter and hotter, the ball of energy exploded. Blinding the street in golden light. As the shockwave shot through the city, shaking the ground and clearing the skies.

Buildings shook, people and objects fell, and cars swerved or came to a sudden stop. The once busy and loud city was silent for a moment. Not knowing what that blast was, especially for the gang.

“What was that?” Mei asks, clinging to a chair to steady herself.

“Maybe it was an earthquake?” Tang said questioningly. Not even believing it was that simple.

“No, it's not.” Mk states, staring at the entrance. Any joyous expression pushed off his face. That amount of energy shouldn't have shaken his soul like that.

It made him anxious.

“Then what was that?” Pigsy shouts annoyed. Picking up the noodles from the floor.

Mk stayed silent. That energy was familiar, yet he couldn't wrap his head around where he felt it before.

“I don't know…” Those words didn't feel right coming from his mouth. He sighs before pushing those feelings to the side.

“-BUT, I'll just ask Monkey King. He knows everything.” Mk said with a smile. He shouldn't worry too much about this after all. He can't lose his cool in front of his friends.

“You look stressed bud, here, have some tea.” Sandy gently pats Mk's back, giving him a cup.

“I'm fine honestly, that earthquake startled me.”

“Aww, don't worry Mk.” Mei wraps her arms around him. Giving the young man a rather tight hug.

“It was pretty scary, and out of nowhere. At least no one got hurt, right?” Mei smiles trying to cheer up Mk.

“Yeah, at least no one is hurt.”

However, he wasn't the only one shaken. Far from it. How could they? When their last encounter with the oracle was less than pleasant. No, they rather forget about the incident.

Iron Fan pulls out a small withered box. Time had worn down, and the fragile container.

“Are you sure about this? Was that blast from that spirit?” The Bull King asks.

“Yes, my love, no matter how many years pass. I will always remember that energy, even though it's a lot duller.” She takes off the cover, finally seeing the contents.

Few pieces of paper, with dates and instructions. Neatly stacked and tied together with a red ribbon. She pulls out the small paper that sits on top of the stack.

“Sorry for not making it interesting, especially when I made you wait so long to open it. There isn't anything impressive in the bag I gave you as well. Just some clothing and a few accessories. Hope you two are doing well. Remember, follow the instructions precisely, if not, I'll get very upset!” Iron Fan reads out loud the note.

“She’s vague as usual.” The Bull King mumbles outs.

“Aren't all seers and oracles? For being able to see the future, they like to be mysterious, it's their whole gimmick.” She takes out the stack of papers, ready to follow the oracle's Instructions.

“How do you feel about this? I haven't forgotten that reaction from earlier.”

There was a slight pause in her actions.

“I'm fine, it's all in the past, but best if we follow the instructions she gave us. We don't want to have another outburst.”

“Seers are truly unfortunate beings.”

Iron Fan stayed silent, sadly agreeing with her husband's statement. Luckily, from the notes that have been written. It seems there wouldn't be an outburst. Relief washes over her, letting out a sigh. The Bull King stood close and placed a hand on her shoulders.

Then it left the two mystic monkeys, who didn't know how to react. Yet concluding on the same action. Staying far away from the oracle, but for different reasons.

Macaque sees the poor woman as a bad omen and rather ignores it.

Wukong, on the other hand, thought he was the bad omen. Convinced that if he shows up, it will end badly for her. This time he won't help her. It was for the best. Wukong truly believes that she is strong enough to survive and complete the task she needs to do.

“Good luck little oracle, may your journey be painless and uncomplicated, this time around.” He said softly, before closing the door behind him.

Not daring to look back at the city or her.

[thestarrynightslover]

I'll Make It Okay for You - Part 2

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Word count: 2,765

Warnings: Discussion, yelling, some angst, mentions of drugs, drug abuse, drug withdrawal, rehab facility and insecurities/self-sabotage (very, very slightly, tho). 

Summary: You can read Part 1 here. What happens when (y/n) (y/l/n), Harvey’s secret crush and a junior partner at his firm, openly defies him in front of everyone? 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the show Suits, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: I think that this turned out better than Part 1? As always, I’m not sure, though. Just to make it clear here, I’m still on season 4 of Suits, so didn’t wanna get too much into any canonic details, self-preservation, lol. Anyhow, I hope you like it, and, ofc, feedback is always appreciated.

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

You and Harvey stayed in the embrace for a while, as you sunk in all the comfort emanating from him. He'd even started stroking your hair. The whole situation felt so intimate, that, by the time the two of you finally pulled away from each other, it was almost as if there was this cloud of embarrassment hovering around you both.

"Err… I'm s- sorry, I shouldn't have, um-" You started saying nervously but he cut you off.

"No, it's okay. And, um, I'm really glad you told me what happened… It's definitely a lot to deal with. And I was a complete asshole this morning. So I'm sorry." For a moment both you and Harvey just smiled at each other, sitting there in a comfortable silence. Until he decided to break it: "So, um, did you get her a lawyer? I'm assuming you wouldn't wanna represent her yourself because it could be problematic…"

"No, uh, yeah. It would be problematic.” You corrected him. “But the most I could do was make the cops get her a public defender, cause I called my dad when I was on the way there and he just wouldn't have me paying for anything else. He is a retired cop, so the pension isn't too great, the pride though… And I’m already covering Lisa's treatment because it's her best shot, but this…"

"And he wants to teach her a lesson." He completed what you were trying to explain.

"Yes."

"And you don't agree with him?" Harvey asked, almost reading your mind.

"Well, it's complicated. Because when I see what Kat's doing with her life… I get just as frustrated as my parents, and I really do want what's best for Henry." The fact that your sister wasn't what's best for her son was only implied. "But she's my little sister, you know?" As he nodded in understanding, you went on: "I wanna help her, but, at least for now, I think I'm just gonna wait and see if mom and dad change their minds… Which I think they will do! I mean, my dad was a cop for years. He knows what those places do to people. As much as we all desperately want her to get her shit together, I don't think that prison is where she'll succeed in doing so." You finished, voice filled with concern.

"Well, I don't think I would be as lenient, and compassionate, as you are, but I do see your point." Harvey told with a sympathetic smile. "Besides, she is your sister. And, trust me, I know what it is like to go out of your way to keep a sibling outta trouble." He added with a tired sigh, making you wonder how much you really knew about the man sitting in front of you.

"Either way, now I don't see much that I can do for her at the moment. Gonna try and have her attorney keep me posted, of course, but…" 

"Yeah…"

"I just… I can't help but feel guilty about all of this, you know?" You said, after having stood up and turned your back on him, finally letting on what was bothering you the most to the other lawyer.

"No, not really, I don't." He stated simply while you just looked back at him with a shocked expression on your face. "I mean, there's not a single approach on this that makes me think you're to blame for anything." He explained himself, standing up as well this time.

"Harvey, I-"

"No, (y/n), let me stop you right there. What I see here is a family going through a rough situation with one of its members. Then three of the other members just try to do everything they can to get out of the initial situation, while another one just keeps making more problems for her family. And, right now? Today? You walked out on your bosses, risking a lot, to take care of your nephew. So, tell me again, how is it that any of these things happening to your sister are your fault when you’ve done nothing but help everyone in that goddamn family of yours, huh?" He asked you in a sarcastic tone.

“Well, it is very much my fault because I’m her big sister! I should have been there for her! Advising her, helping her, just, just being her friend…” You confessed your regrets to Harvey. “But, instead, I was too busy making my career.”

“And what the hell’s wrong with that? Look, I’m a big brother too. I get it. Ever since we were kids our parents imbued us with the role of ‘the responsible one’, always telling us to look after the youngest… But, hey! If you just threw all of your work up in the air and left running every time your sister had a run-in with a problem, you wouldn’t have made it this far! Not in this field anyway!” He practically spit the words in your face, going to battle with your self-sabotage, which was a very new side of you for him. “And you’re a freaking great lawyer! One of the best that firm’s ever seen. So don’t be sorry that you didn’t sacrifice all of that for being better than the amazing sister you probably already were!”

“You simply can’t know that.” You stated in a low voice, not really knowing how to respond to everything Harvey had just told you. He really thought all that about you?

“Yes, I can!” He yelled back, stepping closer towards you. “I can know that for a fact, because,” he started again, his face pretty close to yours this time, “because, I’m beginning to finally understand, even if just a little bit, who you really are. And because I always notice all the little things when it comes to you, which, in my experience, is how you actually get to know someone. You know, the details.” He told you in the sweetest tone, giving you a charming-Specter-like smile, he leaned closer, if that was even possible, God, was he gonna kiss you?

You had to pull away slightly, just enough for him to get the message. And, boy, how you regretted it! Sure, normally, you’d have a ton of bad things to say about him, but after that night… It wasn’t really that bad of an idea, the one of Harvey kissing you. No, nuh-uh! What were you thinking?! If much, you and Harvey were beginning a friendship there! And you couldn’t, or wouldn’t, let some ridiculous thoughts about how great he smelled rob you from that opportunity! Your inner struggle was interrupted by him saying:

“Hum, I- I should probably go, right? It’s, um, it’s getting pretty late…” He said nervously. You should be relieved right now. Because this assures that things between you and Harvey (your new friend?) aren’t gonna go too off the railroads anytime soon.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll, uh, I’ll walk you to the door.” So why is it that you sounded almost disappointed when you said that? “You know what they say, you gotta walk people to the door if you ever want them to come back…” You joked a little, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, right.” He shot back simply, with a small smile on his lips. “Bye, (y/n). Have a good night.”

“Thanks, you too.” You watched him turning around to leave when you remembered there was something else that Harvey deserved to hear from you. “Uh, Harvey!” You called out.

“Yeah?” He asked, turning back around to face you. And before you could even think it through one more time, you were already jumping in his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug.

“Thank you. For tonight. For everything.” You told him, as he slowly put his arms around your waist, hugging you back.

“It was no problem, (y/n), really. That’s what friends are for.” And, just like that, your day ⎼ turned into night ⎼ had gone from Earth to Hell, and, now, to Heaven.

                                                       ---

Around 7:30 in the next morning, as you gathered some of your work stuff, you heard someone knocking on the door. Who could it possibly be this time? You asked yourself while walking there to open it.

Once again you were surprised to be met by none other than Harvey Your-New-Friend Specter standing at your doorstep. With your supposedly locked-up little sister in tow. What the hell?

“Before you say anything,” he started, “this time I come bearing gifts!” He practically beamed at you, as Kat threw herself in your arms.

“Yeah- yeah, um, I can see that.” You stated, still very confused with the whole situation.

“Thank you so much for sending your friend to bail me out, sis!” Your sister squealed out. She looked so pale and thin; winter-like clothes on, even though it was only the beginning of the fall; and she was shaking. Effects of a rushed withdrawal, you guessed. “You’re the best! Now, where’s my little baby?” She asked you, as if everything that had happened was nothing.

“He’s, uh, he’s in a day-care facility. The best in the city, you have nothing to worry about.” You informed her, who seemed rather relieved to hear that news. “Can you, uh, can you please stay here for a minute while I talk to my, uh, my friend in the office, Kat?” You asked her with a calm smile on your lips.

“Yeah, of course. I’m not gonna break anything I promise!” She told you, sounding a lot like a wicked child.

“No, um, I know you won’t. If you want something to eat, please, help yourself.” You assured her, motioning to the kitchen.

“Oh, no! I’m not hungry! Mr.Specter took me to a diner before we came here.” She let you know, which just made you even more surprised, and confused.

“Oh, he did? Well, that was very nice of yours, Harvey. So, come with me?” You asked him in a sort of mockery tone while pointing to the room he’d just been in, the night before.

As soon as the two of you stepped into the office, Harvey started desperately: “(y/n), before you come at me for not running this by you first, just, please, hear me out for a second.” He pleaded with you, to which you just nodded your head. “So, last night. I heard what you said about your dad, and you don’t have to worry about paying me anything. I’m representing your sister as a friend of yours.”

“Wait a second. You mean you’re taking this pro-bono? Harvey, you do that and the whole firm is gonna know. And you promised.” You quickly accused him, even though you were very thankful for the way he just stepped up to solve one of your problems.

“I know! Let me finish, will you?” You nodded again while muttering an apology. “I’m not going to break your trust. And I’m not handling this pro-bono. The only people I’ll have to loop in are Jessica and Donna. And you know they won’t say anything.” He told you, but you were still a bit confused. “And, before you even ask, no, that doesn’t mean that either you or your family will be paying me anything. Also, I got your sister a spot in a top-of-line, very discrete, rehab facility, I have a friend over there, who said we can drop her off at any time. I just, um, figured that it’d be the best if she got professional help this time. Plus, on my talk with her, she agreed to sign papers that make you and your parents Henry’s temporary guardians. I really think that Kat wants to turn her life around this time, (y/n). She was very- Did I do something wrong? Because, err, you know me… I always find it easier to ask for forgiveness instead of permission, but, this time, I really did think that this would make you happy...” He trailed off with a confused look on his face while scratching the back of his neck

“Oh, I am happy.” You told him, still looking absolutely stunned.

“Then why, uh, why don’t you look happy?” He asked, sounding a bit hurt.

“It’s just that… I’m kind of surprised. How did you even think of all those things?”

“I, uh, it’s like I said yesterday, I notice things about you. And I really listened to what you told me last night. So I just started thinking about ways that I could solve this thing for you, ways that I could make you happy again throughout all of this storm.” He told you and it had to be the sweetest thing you’d heard from Harvey (hell, from anyone!) in your entire life. “But I understand that I overstepped, and I’m-” But since he just wouldn’t stop talking anymore, you had to cut him off in order to shut him up.

His eyes were in absolute shock for a moment, as he just stood reactionless in your grip. But then he got the message and pulled you closer, grabbing your waist tightly while your hands stood firmly wrapped around his neck. You were pretty sure that neither one of you was still breathing at that point, but you didn’t care. Because, God, his mouth tasted so good in yours, it was like they’d been made to kiss each other. The despair both of you were investing in the kiss was huge, but it was turning into a calmer kind of fire, as the air started becoming too necessary again. He pulled your mouths apart for a minute, you resting your forehead on his shoulder.

“You know…” He started, still catching his breath. “When I mentioned you coming at me, I hadn’t really envisioned this.” He joked, a victory smile on his lips.

“Ah, well, you know how upset it makes me when you simply won’t shut up.” You shot back with a shrug of your shoulders, smiling at him.

“Huh. Wish you would’ve shut me up like this every other time.” He mocked, earning a smack in the arm from you. “Ouch! Why’d do that?”

“Because you were being a dickhead, ruining our moment.” You gave him a fake irritated glance.

“Oh, c’mon! Tell me you didn’t think about it too!” He challenged, and you didn’t feel like giving him that kind of win at the moment, so you just pulled him back in for another kiss. One that may have lasted a little longer than it should have, considering that you two still needed to take Kat to rehab and, then, go to work so you could try and save your job. But, what could you do if he, and his body, and his mouth, and his eyes, and his everything were the only things that mattered?

As he rested his chin on top of your head ⎼ that was laid on his chest ⎼, you looked up, pulling away a little, him making sure you wouldn’t fall off the small couch. “Thank you, Harvey. For everything you did. For listening. For being here right now. For everything.”

“Don’t thank me, (y/n). You’ll never have to thank me for anything. I just want you to promise me one thing.” He stated seriously.

“What?” You asked, a bit hesitant.

“That, from now on, you’ll tell me all about it, every time you have a problem.” That was easy enough, you thought. But, you being you, simply had to ask.

“So that you can be here for me?” You questioned him with puppy eyes.

He just chuckled lightly. “Well, that too. But, mostly, so that I can make it ⎼ whatever it is ⎼ okay for you.” Your heart was on the edge of not being to take it any longer. What could have you possibly done to deserve that man?

“Okay, I promise.” You said, watching his expression begin to soften already. “But, only if you promise me the same. Because I wanna make it okay for you too.” While you thought Harvey was simply gonna say yes, he started laughing at you.

“Always the kick-ass corporate lawyer, I see.”

“Would you even have me any other way?” You joked back, more relaxed now.

“Yes, of course! I’d have you in any way you came to me. Which is why I promise too.” With that, you didn’t have any other choice but to kiss him again, because crying over the fact that Harvey Surprisingly-Romantic Specter was an absolute cinnamon roll was not an option.

Taglist: @just-a-girl-with-alot-of-issues​

[devinescribe]

Games

Chapter 7 to '100 Promises'

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Warnings: Swearing, violence, bullying, blood, I think that's it, but as always feel free to tell me if I missed any.

"I finally got contact lenses. I think they'll be better than my glasses. I mean, yeah, I'll probably still use them, but it's... nevermind, what do you think?" He rambled, a dorky smile on his face. "If it'll make you happy, then you look great," you said, smiling, honestly meaning your words. "I'm asking for your opinion woman, stop giving me the 'if it makes you happy' bullshit. Give me your opinion," he stated, shaking your shoulders."It looks good! I'm not used to seeing you without your glasses, but you look good!" You laughed, your words coming out in a vibrato of sorts from him shaking you. "I'm glad you think so."

"Dear gods my hair is getting long..." he muttered, running his hands through his hair, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. "I think it looks good," you commented, passing by the bathroom with a laundry basket. "Really? I think I kind of like it too..."

"And how much does it hurt?" He questioned. "Not that much, or so I've heard. Plus, we're getting it at the same time, so... no backing out, or I'll cut your hair," you threatened, your hold on his hand tightening a bit. "No, don't you dare. And I won't back out," he said as you dragged him into the shop. (The fact I've been threatened with that-)

"I somehow can't believe we looked like that!" You laughed, pointing at the photo on your phone. It was from high school, and you were both laughing at how dorky you both looked. "Oh gods... actually, I was kind of hot," you said, giggling a bit. "Have we really changed that much?" Niragi questioned. "Well, let's see," you said, opening the camera and telling Niragi to get into frame. He did so, and you both stuck out your tongues, the matching piercings glinting in the light. You snapped the photo, and put it side by side the one from high school. "Wow... that's a big difference, holy shit," he laughed. You snickered, and posted side by side comparison of the the photos. "Yeah. Huge difference."

"Hatter would like to see you... Alone."

You looked back at Ann, and nodded, getting up. "If she's going, I'm going with," Niragi said, getting up himself. "He said he wants to speak to (Y/N) alone. Respect to rules for once please," Ann chided, as you walked to her side. Niragi laughed, finishing with a smirk, "And since when do I listen to the rules?"

You looked back at him with a proud, yet embarrassed face. Definitely not the same Niragi from back in the real world. He was more confident than you last remembered, that was for sure. "Dude, I'll be totally fine. The least they could do is kill me," you said, a bit to nonchalantly for his tastes. "That seems like a worse case scenario, but ok." he responded, "I'm still going with you." "No, you're not. Look, I'll be fine ok? Just wait outside the door," you suggested. He scoffed, but nodded nontheless. Ann stayed quiet, watching this exchange. 'So... is that all it takes to convince him? Really? All we needed was this girl?' Were her thoughts.

"Oh good, you're here!" Hatter exclaimed as soon as you walked in. Ann stayed outside, and shut the doors behind you. You nodded. Was he happy or just extremely charismatic? You didn't know, but whatever it was, it was nice. It made you feel like you were talking to someone you knew. Like the pleasant ladies from your apartment complex. "Well, what do you want to talk about?"

"Where are we?" You asked as you got off the train. "I don't know. Just took a random train. You said you wanted another adventure," he replied. You gasped. "Niragi Suguru, you did not," you said, grabbing onto his hand to make sure you didn't lose him in the large crowd. "I did. And what of it?" He asked, dragging you out. "Oh my gods... Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but which city are we in?" You asked one of the people who worked there. They smiled and answered with, "Shinjuku. Are you lost?"  You shook your head. "No, we'll be fine. Thank you very much!" You said. Niragi dragged you to the exit. "I don't look presentable to be in Shinjuku right now, Niragi," you said, hiding your face. "You always look nice though. And it's called opportunity. I took it, and now we're here. So, let's take advantage of this, yeah?"

Hatter sat you down. "From what Ann and Aguni reported back to me, you're a quick thinker. Great shot apparently. They were both very impressed," he started. You smiled. "I'm honored they felt that way," you said. Hatter chuckled. "Well, Ann said you'd do well in either position of a militant or an executive. And it's just your luck the precious person who held number 7 recently... died. The games, obviously. Before you came here, actually. Maybe it was a sign it was meant to be yours. And, since you've proven yourself useful, I think it's a good idea," Hatter said, rambling a bit. "That's a bit too high for me, isn't it?" You questioned. You had just gotten here, you couldn't possibly be up that high already. "Uh... no. It's not. So, as of today, you shall be a militant," he said dramatically. You laughed, thanking him as he gave you a wristband with the number seven written on the blue tag. You slipped it on your wrist. "Oh, and just so you know, Aguni will most likely take you under his wing. The militants are mostly guys, so be careful. And... uh... your friend can help you find everything. He'll also show you to your new room. That is all. Goodbye now," he said cheerfully. You smiled brightly, thanking him.

You opened the door to leave, seeing Niragi leaning on the wall across the door. You smiled, closing the door softly behind you. "I'm back," you said. He nodded, "I can see that." "Can you really? You have your contact lenses?" You asked, skeptical. He nodded his head. "Surprisingly," he added. "Hmm... and for how many more days do you have them?" You questioned as he led you through the hotel. "Well, I've been in the borderland about 2 and a half weeks-"

"Woah, hold up... you'd been gone for six months up in the real world-"

"Well, I'm starting to think time runs differently in both places. Because no way in hell have I been here 6 months."

"Ok... continue on."

You two talked about whatever came to mind just like you used to. It was like you never skipped a beat. He lead you down into where they kept the weapons. "Only milatants and Hatter are allowed down here. This is the basement, and also where we keep the weapons. So, take your pick," he said, a smirk on his face. "You're a bit to proud of this aren't you?" You asked, looking over the different weapons. "Maybe," he responded. You didn't have to look at him to know he was smirking, you could just hear it in his voice. You picked out a knife that had a strap around. You also picked up a riffle similar to Niragi's, and turned to face him. "Ok, I'm good," you said. "Tomorrow, the militants are heading out on a supply run. Which means you now too. You can wear actual clothes now, isn't that fun?" He joked. You rolled your eyes shoving him playfully. He ran his tongue over his teeth. "That's really how you want to play, huh (L/N)?" He asked. You could hear the tone behind his words. The tone that meant run or your fucked, because whatever game he's scheming will end with you caught. It was quite normal for you two. Playing games with each other was a hobby back in the real world. Didn't matter how childish or immature they were. "Ouch, my last name? That hurts... Suguru." (Is that his last name or his first name? I don't know, I've been treating it as his last name, but I'm probably wrong) You giggled, running off. There was probably tons of places to hide inside the basement, and probably even more places throughout the beach.

"How was last night? Did you have fun?" He teased as soon as you woke up. You rolled your eyes. "Don't even talk to me about last night. Another disappointment," you groaned, rubbing your eyes. "Damn. That bad, huh?" He said, handing you a mug with coffee in it. You took a sip, and smiled. Perfect... He always made really good coffee, and it impressed you. "Yeah... definitely that bad. I heard him leave this morning, let's hope he never comes back," you said. Niragi laughed, taking a sip of his own coffee. The sunlight came in through the sliding glass door of your apartment.  The sky was painted with pinks and purples. Gold dusted the clouds as the sun touched them. It was perfectly picturesque. "One day, we won't have to live in a sucky apartment building, you know? I promise you that one day we'll have... I don't know where do you want to live?" He asked you. You both walked over to the couch, sitting next to eachother. "I don't know... I'd go anywhere as long as I can still have my best friend with me.''

"Come on out, (Y/N). I'll find you sooner or later. We need sleep," he shouted. You stifled a laugh, and crouched down, sneaking around. You could see him looking around for you. You moved backwards, bumping into someone. You slowly turned around. It was the guys Niragi had introduced as 'Last Boss'.

Throughout the day, you had actually had the opportunity to talk to him a bit. More like you talked, while he observed you, occasionally making a sound of sorts to show you he was listening. He'd also answered your questions, so you thought he wouldnt be that bad. You made the quiet signal, putting a finger to your lips. He looked down quizzically. "Playing a game. Can't let him find me. Wanna join?" You whispered to the mysterious man. He nodded slightly, still a bit confused. "Ok, the objective is to not get caught by Niragi. He doesn't know you're playing yet, so I'll figure something out... oh, I got it! You go hide," you whisper shouted, shooing him off. He went to go hide, and you climbed to the top of one of the darker places. "A new player has joined in. One seeker, two hiders!" You shouted. You heard Niragi laugh. "Dumbass! You're letting me know where you are!"  You smirked. That's what you wanted him to think.

"Oh nice! You got his glasses that's 20 points!" The boys shouted. You struggled to get out of the ropes tied your hands together. You heard Niragi groan, and looked up, seeing him on the floor, blood dripping from his nose. "Niragi!" You shouted in worry. He looked over at you, before one of the guys kicked his face into the ground. You struggled against the ropes the boys had tied around your wrist. It dug into your skin, you could feel the skin being rubbed raw from how much you had struggled against them ."So useless without eachother, huh?" One of them taunted. "Stop hurting him!" You yelled, squirming. "Oh? Would you rather we harm you then? You were always such a pretty girl... to bad you decided to defend him," the leader of their little group said, kneeling in front of you. "I don't give a damn if you hurt me. Stop hurting him!' You shouted. "(Y-y/N), don't," Niragi said, before one of the bullies kicked him in the stomach. He winced in pain, screwing his eyes shut. "Stop it! He didn't do anything to you!" You screamed, struggling even more, the ropes creating rope burn on your skin. "It's not a vengeance thing. It's fun," the leader said, grabbing your chin, making you look up at him. You glared at him in disgust, wanting so badly to just hit him, or spit on him in the moment. But you didn't. You didn't because you knew if you did either you or Niragi would get hurt. More likely Niragi, since they knew he was your weakness. "Just like it's fun making girls like you submit," he added with a smirk. "Don't you dare hurt her! Hurt me all you want, but don't touch her!" Niragi yelled. There was confidence in his words, but you also knew how scared he was. You could see it on his face. "That sounds boring though. What if we just make both of you our little puppets for the night, have you both put on a show?'' One of the guys snickered. This was followed by a chorus of 'not a bad idea' and 'sounds interesting.' You looked at Niragi, fear written all over your face.

You ran quietly, and quickly, knowing he could catch up to you. You looked around the dimly lit basement, and saw the exist to go up. Your eyes caught a flash of movement, and someone grabbed you, putting a hand over your mouth. You were shocked at first, going to scream bloody murder, before seeing it was Last Boss. He let you go, and you took a breath. "Oh my gods... dude that was scary," you whispered. He shrugged. "I have a place we can hide. I don't think he's smart enough to find it," He suggested, nodding his head over to Niragi. You stifled a laugh, and nodded, letting him lead you.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N), are you alright?" He worriedly asked, checked on you. You hissed in pain when his hands went over the bruises. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault, if I hadn't-" he started, blaming himself. You grabbed shoulders, and shook your head. "It's not your fault... it's ok," you said, sitting up. The gravel under you poked at the skin exposed from your school skirt. "I-its not ok!" He shouted. "It's... it's not ok. You shouldn't have- I could've-" he started, pulling at his hair. "Niragi. It's not your fault. You didn't... you didn't hurt me," you said, your voice calming. You grabbed his hands, pulling them towards you. You were just kids. Fucking 16 years old(not exactly a kid, but whatever), you shouldn't have to go through this stuff. No kid should. "I should be comforting you, yet here you are, making me feel better. Stop it, you're the one who-"

"Niragi, it happened to both of us. Stop acting like you're ok too."

"But- I'm supposed to... I-"

"Shut up, and come here."

He sighed, sitting besides you. You pulled his head into your lap, and he sighed. "Stop taking care of me. Stop hanging out with me, because you're the one who ends up getting hurt because of me. Please," he pleaded as you ran your fingers through his hair. "No," you responded. "(Y/N), stop being so stubborn! Please, just... just listen to me!" He shouted. You flinched at the sudden loudness. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you," he apologized, noticing when you flinched. You sighed, leaning back on the concrete wall. You muttered back something along the lines of him not having to apologize. You heard thunder, and saw a flash of lightning. "It's going to rain, we should go home," Niragi said. "Don't wanna... let's stay here?" You muttered, watching the sun get covered by the clouds. You were under a bridge, so you at least had coverage. He looked up at you, and nodded. "Ok. We can," he whispered. The raindrops began to splatter on the ground outside the coverage of the bridge, and you sighed in happiness. Niragi sat up, bringing you close to him. The smell of rain filled your senses, and you couldn't help but enjoy the moment, even if you had been in emotional and physical pain before. Being there helped numb it for a while. Being with him helped numb the feeling.

"Alright... if I were (Y/N)... where would I go?" Niragi muttered to himself, walking around. It was too quiet. You weren't a quiet person unless need be, and if he remembers correctly, which he does, you had a losing streak in hide and seek since high school. You were too giggly to hide in silence, or maybe you got scared by being alone in the dark to long. Whatever it had been, you had a losing streak for almost 8 years. That was not about to change, not if he had a say in it. A part of him said he was not acting like himself, and that playing this with you was childish. Especially in the borderlands. He knew he would have to find you either way, so he stopped caring. He remembered what she had said. A new player has joined in. One seeker, two hiders! 'Ok, process of elimination....'

"So, given the fact Chishiya isn't allowed down here, I think I know who she's with, and where she is. Let's see if I'm right.''

This was more memories than actual current events... oh well- hope you enjoyed, have a wonderful day/night, baii!! Oh yeah, just because this is the only place people have a problem with me posting Niragi stuff, if you don't like it, the block button is right there, don't send me death threats or tell me to go kms. Thank you

[frogsandfries]

WHEW

So I got my garage shelf today.

It took several minutes of arguing with the instructions as I understood them, thinking the engineers were stupid, only to realize, the engineers may not be stupid, but whoever designed the instructions sure was an asshole. So that was fun.

Once I decided to do my usual of throwing the instructions over one shoulder and pretending they didn't exist, things went as they were meant to.

So yeah.

I finally got my beautiful, majestic garage shelf put together in my kitchen. I even tried to put my toaster oven on it, to clear tons of counter space, but the way I put that shelf, the cord doesn't reach the outlet *whamp-whamh-whahhh* so the toaster oven had to stay on the counter for now......

I'll slowly get everything migrated out of the baskets I stored it in for pest control, and on to appropriate shelves. I was thinking like, boxes like rice and biscuit mix on the bottom-most shelf, and maybe some canned goods, and mostly canned goods in the middle. I was thinking about putting some of the dishes on the shelf too, but I mainly want to keep food and small appliances isolated. We'll have to see. I definitely need more organizers, maybe some smaller shelves somehow, more cupboard gripper.

Anyway, I slipped up at work and made the mistake of calling my partner's parents my in-laws, since I'm taking his mom in the divorce anyway (don't tell her; I haven't 😜) and immediately got called on it, so I marked my territory, instead of backing down. I'm working on it, I'm just the world's biggest procrastinator: Why do today what you could put off for tomorrow? If you can put it off for tomorrow, why not put it off for a month? Eh, it can wait till next year......

Now a former trainer won't let it go and weirdly brings it up constantly. I make one casual slip and he's like "I've told everyone you know at work"; "hey current team, look, lookit!"

It bugs me at least as much if I wasn't holding onto a post-dated truth. Like......... it's not a big deal. I'm probably not changing my name anyway so there's nothing to get excited about. I mean, I'll probably change my first name, for sure. Maybe hyphenate my last name. But I'm not the "make a big deal" type........ which actually may be the fun in picking on me....... He asked me in front of the training group when we did it and I honestly probably wouldn't have remembered anyway, so I was just like, recently; I procrastinated on it. I wouldn't remember our first date if I hadn't made it valentines day to be a shit. My sister's wedding was on valentine's day and I thought it would be funny if I formally met my future final spouse on that day. We'll probably finish everything randomly at this point. Summer solstice was a weekend this year, autumn equinox, Halloween. New Year's is a holiday......... I'm about to just throw a dart at the calendar. But at least then I can do so quietly without constant teasing-slash-congratulations. If I'm lucky, I'll get a ring out of it. A stainless steel spinner style ring might be cool, something that I won't be allergic to.

Edit: I referred to my partner the same way I've referred to my dating partners for a long time--my partner--and this coworker corrected me under his breath.......... Like, don't language train me. I'll freaking language train you.......

[funny-relatable]

When You're Twitter Famous

Famous Gal: *phone constantly getting notifications*

Friend: Whoa, who's firing up your inbox?

Famous Gal: Hmm?

Friend: Your phone is going off like crazy.

Famous Gal: Oh, those are just my twitter notifications. I don't even notice them anymore.

Friend: I didn't know you were on twitter.

Famous Gal: Yeah, I know. I have a bit of a presence there, but nothing big.

Friend: How many followers do you have?

Famous Gal: Uhm I think it was something like 45,839.

Friend: Wow, holy shit. I only have like 40. You're famous.

Famous Gal: Eh, I'm not really famous. *checks phone* Oh, that's actually 47,328 now. I guess that post I made is making some minor rounds. *sparkle eyes*

Friend: ...So how do you even get that many followers?

Famous Gal: You just have to post the right things. Like, look at this.

Friend: Whoa, that post has so many notes!

Famous Gal: Yeah because it's so weird. You have to find weird things and screenshot them, like one time I found this dude who had a fetish for women sharpening butcher knives but he was also an open fascist so I screenshotted the shit out of him. People tore him to shreds and I got so many followers! Oh, and then once I found this Britney Spears twitter bot that only tweets "help me", but it got deactivated. Oh, then someone tried to roleplay with me as Twilight Sparkle in my DMs.

Friend: You're verified too! You're totally famous! Stop bullshitting!

Famous Gal: Of course I'm verified. I work in broadcasting, you doof.

Friend: Don't you just switch out advertisement tapes at the cable company?

Famous Gal: Listen, the fine details really don't matter. All I'm saying is it's not that big of a deal. Yes, I'm twitter verified and have tons of followers and fans and am also in a group chat with Eric Andre, Rebecca Sugar, Anthony Fantano, the guy who wrote Homestuck, everyone from Chapo Trap House, some irritating Vice journalist that people just sort of tolerate, and that Omocat chick, but that's all incredibly normal.

Friend: Well, is this normal too? *snatches famous gal's phone and tosses it somewhere far*

Famous Gal: What the fuck! Why did you do it.

Friend: I'm sorry, it's normal. Reflexes, y'know.

Famous Gal: You're acting like a bitch.

Friend: God, it's no big deal. It's just a phone, why don't you ask the commies on Chapo Trap House to redistribute a new one for you?

Famous Gal: That doesn't even make sense.

Friend: Neither does 47k followers for a nerd who works at a cable company. *storms off*

Famous Gal: I can't believe her! She threw my phone somewhere into that cavernous looking system of shady alleyways. I can't picture myself actually exploring such a place just for a phone.

Scarfed Individual: *abruptly steps into view* No need to do so.

Famous Gal: Eep!

Scarfed Individual: Sorry for startling you. I've procured your phone. *presents phone*

Famous Gal: *takes phone back* Thank you.

Scarfed Individual: No need to thank me, I'm a fan.

Famous Gal: What? Really?

Scarfed Individual: Yes, I've been a fan of your tweets for quite a while and was pleasantly surprised when I noticed the phone that had hit my head belonged to you. I knew you were in the area. I never thought I'd get to meet you face to face, however.

Famous Gal: Hahaha... I don't remember ever posting anything about the area where I live.

Scarfed Individual: I know, that made it more difficult for me to relocate my town of residence to your own. It was even more difficult finding EXACTLY WHERE YOU LIVED. Good thing I found your phone, right. *wink* I guess all is in order now. I'll see you tonight. *abruptly walks out of view*

*that night*

Friend: *sleeping soundly*

*loud banging at front door*

Friend: Ah fuck. *grouchily gets up and answers the front door* I don't deal anymore, ask Mark. He lives across the street.

Famous Gal: *rushes into apartment* Help me!

Friend: Don't just run into my fucking house!

Famous Gal: I'm being stalked!

Friend: Unsurprising.

Famous Gal: This is your fault!

Friend: I think it's your fault for having thousands of followers on a public website.

Famous Gal: When you tossed my phone, some nutso fan of mine found it and now he knows where I lives.

Friend: Ah, sounds bad, sorry.

Famous Gal: That's all you have to say!?

Friend: I can't help the fact that you're being stalked, but alright. I was a bit of a grouch today, so I'll let you spend the night.

Famous Gal: *hugs friend* Thank you. You're a terrible friend, but in this moment I'd consider you barely tolerable.

Friend: Thanks, even though every single world you say to me further stretches the already strung out patience I have for you.

Famous Gal: Whatever, I'm just going to take these sheets and assume I'm allowed to sleep on your couch without actually asking permission because I honestly don't want to speak with you any longer and am slowly regretting my decision to spend the night here with you.

Friend: I feel the same. I'm too tired so I'll go over how much I've come to dislike you throughout the course of this single afternoon and nighttime conversation.

Famous Gal: Uh, yeah. Goodnight, I guess.

Friend: Whatever...

Famous Gal: *lies on the couch and wraps self in sheets* God, I'm even more tired than I thought but these sheets are so cold. *dozes off*

Scarfed Individual: *abruptly appears from behind couch* You can borrow my scarf, here you go. *wraps around sleeping famous gal like a bow*

Famous Gal: *in her sleep* Mmm your arms are so warm.

Individual: Indeed they are, my dear. I wish I could smooch you, my dear. Goodnight, my dear.

Famous Gal: *yawns* Night.

Individual: *his glowing eyes illuminate sleeping famous gal*

Famous Gal: Please turn off the lights.

Individual: Oh, sorry about that. *click*

[kovitlac]

An Introduction...

Greetings! Just to start things off, this is not a day by day weightloss journey blogs. Absolutely nothing wrong with those (they can be incredibly inspirational for those struggling with their own journey!), but it's far too late in the game for me to start something like that.

My own weightloss journey isn't as dramatic as some. It began in the summer of 2017. I started at 195lbs, as a 5'4 female. That's a 33 BMI. In other words, obese. I saw that scale at the doctor's office and swore to myself I'd never see 200. I back-peddled so hard you could hear the record scratch. At first I didn't eat for 2 days (getting your heart broken will do that to you), but obviously that's a horrible way to lose weight. I decided that I'd I wanted my weightloss to be sustainable, I needed to form healthy eating habits. I gave myself the initial goal of hitting 140lbs (the smallest weight I could easily recall being). After that I could reevaluate and decide if I wanted to stop, build muscle, whatever.

I'll detail what all I did better in future posts, but in short, I made a lot of small changes I could easily keep up with.

I did eventually hit 140lbs in about a year, in the summer of 2018. I decided to keep losing. Today, March 16l7th, 2019, I am between 125 and 128lbs. I'm still losing very slowly, trying to lose a bit more of this stubborn upper thigh and lower belly fat. But overall, I feel so much more empowered and incredible in my new body. I no longer wear Large t-shirts. I now fit very comfortably in a Small! If a top is 'girl sized', I wear either a small or a medium, depending on the cut. My feet no longer hurt after spending 8 hours a day on them, and a rash I had on my ankle for ages cleared up.

I didn't starve myself.

I did greatly up my water intake.

I didn't jump on any fad diets like cabbage soup diet. I also didn't start WW, keto, OMAD or Intermittent Fasting (I do skip breakfast because I'm never hungry that early, but I wouldn't consider that alone to fall under IF).

I did switch to buying light margarine, diet pop, sugar free creamer, whole wheat pasta, etc. I also realized sugar free creamer was making me slowly hate making coffee away home, so I did actually stop. For my own sanity 😆

I didn't count calories or weigh out my food, although both are incredibly beneficial weightloss tools if you struggle with portion sizes or estimating your calories. Regardless of whether you choose to count/weigh or not, CICO still applies.

Sorry, this intro is getting long...

I also started learning how to care for myself in other ways. I recently started applying lotion more rigorously, resulting in incredibly soft skin. No more painfully dry elbows! I also started buying cuter clothes, and fewer gaming tees (don't worry - the gamer tees are still a thing 😆). I've gotten back into stretching, and am hoping to retrain mysrlf to do the splits, something I haven't been able to do since my highschool / early college days.

Everything started with a promise I made to myself, committing to that promise, and holding myself accountable. That and a shit-ton of small, but effective, changes.

If I can do it, anyone can. I'm open to any and all respectful questions. Keep in mind this is only my first post, and I'll continue to go into detail and post more photos as I update.

That's about all I got in me for tonight. Of uppe on your own weightloss journey, I want you to know you're not alone, and your struggles are not insurmountable.

In the meantime, if you are struggling with weightloss, consider joining the r/loseit community on Reddit. Their knowledge, along with their safe, supportive community both taught and inspired me to begin and continue my journey.

Also, download an app like My Fitness Pal, available for free. You can use it to track your weight, but more importantly, track your calories, including how much you should be eating to reach your weightloss goals. There are also helpful articles and low calorie recipes to browse!

You can do this.

-Kovi