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ghost-ghost-baby · 4 years

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Bad habits (alpha!shoto x omega!reader x alpha!izuku poly imagine)

Warnings: self harm (cutting) mentioned, nothing too graphic tho, swearing, angst, hurt and comfort??? Omegaverse, reader tries to b sneaky, it doesn’t work, Shoto and deku know this bitch too well, protectiveness?? Shoto is had in a crisis, Izuku's hero complex goes bbbbrrrr

Summary: reader does a big sh relapse Nd tries to hide it from their mates,,,,, it does not work!

Word count: 1.1k

Not proof read (if u wanna beta for me pls hmu I hate editing)

You were going to meet your mates after work, something you’d been looking forward to all day. Your mental health hadn’t been the greatest lately, in fact it was probably worse than it had been in years, and you’d fallen back into more unsavoury habits to deal with it. But that wasn’t the point! You were seeing your mates! It didn’t matter that you were tired, or that your thighs stung with every step, you were seeing them! The three of you met outside your apartment, Izuku jumping up and down with excitement the second you came into view, and the alpha ran to you when you were a couple of feet away, Shoto telling him to be careful as he followed. Izuku wasn’t careful, your thighs collided with his as your alpha swept you up into a hug, and you had to bury your face in his neck to stop yourself whimpering. It was fine, you were fine.

“Y/n, I missed you! You haven’t been texting me as much, are you okay?” Izuku set you down so he could pepper your face with kisses, and you whined at him until he pressed a kiss to your lips. Then Shoto caught up to the two of you, and he frowned at you until you pulled away from Izuku to greet him.

“Sho! Missed you!” You held your arms out for a hug, and Shoto quickly pulled you to him, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he rested his chin on the top of your head, and his eyes fixed on Izuku. Izuku nodded, grabbing your key out of your bag and unlocking the door, with Shoto carrying you in a moment later.

The lock clicked into place and Shoto gently set you down, him and Izuku both turning to face you, and you felt your anxiety kick back in.

“You smell like blood, why?” Shoto’s deadpan tone didn’t match the concern that laced his face, and you let out a nervous laugh as you reached up to scratch the back of your neck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. You had to come up with some kind of excuse!

“It’s uh- just that time… of the month?” You couldn’t meet their eyes, and Shoto just let out a disappointed sigh that cut right through you.

“Y/n, we can tell when you’re lying!” Izuku crossed his arms over his chest, and their stares made it even harder to come up with an excuse.

“Okay- yeah- but only because it’s nothing to worry about! I was just cooking earlier and I accidentally sliced my finger!” You bit your lip as you waited for a response. Technically you weren’t meant to cook, your mates insisted you could get hurt, so maybe that would be enough to distract them-

“Funny, your scent still smells the way it does when you’re lying.”

“Yeah! And your hands are completely uninjured, tell us the truth, Y/n, please!” Izuku grabbed your hands and you winced when he stepped closer, automatically shifting from foot to foot, completely forgetting why you had to be careful until-

Your jeans rubbed too much on your thighs, and horror shot through you when you realised the cuts had reopened, and judging by the scared look on your mates faces, the jig was up.

“Y/n… what happened? Was there a villain attack? Did someone hurt you?” Izuku had tears in his eyes now, and your own gaze darted between him and Shoto before you finally had the guts to speak.

“F-Funny story, actually! You remember that uh- habit I had when the three of us first started- started courting?” Izuku’s grip on your hands tightened at your words, and the temperature in the room dropped as Shoto’s quirk acted up like it always did when this topic came up. “I may have uh- accidentally- fallen… back… into it… kinda…”

“Go- go to the bathroom, now! Shoto, get your quirk under- under control before you follow us, Y/n is already stressed and they can’t be worrying about calming you down as well.” Izuku went right into hero mode, the alpha turning you around and all but marching you to the bathroom, lifting you to sit on the counter when you reached it.

“Pants off.”

“I-Izuku! That’s so-“ You stuttered, only to be interrupted when your alpha growled.

“Pants off. Now. I- I need to see how bad it is and- and make sure it’s dressed properly.” Izuku’s scent was overwhelming, quickly filling the room and suddenly you were just… too tired to fight about it.

“I- okay…” you quickly undid the buttons on your jeans, carefully pulling the garment down over your hips and thighs, and quickly covering as much of yourself as you could with your shirt while Izuku finished pulling them off, and you pouted when he just dumped them on the floor. You chewed on your bottom lip as Izuku surveyed the damage, most of your thighs were covered in the flat, light scars you’d had for years, but the part closer to your hip was covered in wounds ranging from two weeks old to from just the day before, the fresh ones oozing blood at a rather leisurely pace.

“This has- has been going on for a while, you didn’t- say- say anything?” Izuku busied himself grabbing the disinfectant and bandages, and you could only shrug and avoid his eyes.

“Y/n, he asked you a question.” Shoto’s voice startled you so bad you jumped, accidentally kicking Izuku from where he was trying to clean your injuries, and he couldn’t help but let out a growl at the impact.

“Sorry, Zuku, and I don’t know I just… didn’t wanna bother you guys, ya know? You’ve been working really hard and- and it was just meant to be- a one time thing.” Your words came out strained as the sting from the disinfectant kicked in, and both your alpha’s winced when your scent took on the sour tone that meant you were in distress.

“I know, baby, I know, you’re doing so good!” Izuku cooed, leaning forward to kiss you before he got back to his task. “Relapse is- is a normal and expected part of- of recovery! And- And it doesn’t take away from your- your progress! But Y/n, we’re your mates, you need to tell us if you’re feeling down, at least, okay?”

“We could have a code word, if that’s easier?” Shoto finally piped up, and you nodded in response, relaxing as Izuku applied gauze to your thighs, at least the pressure got rid of the sting from the antiseptic.

“See, Y/n? We’d never be mad at you for something like this, we just wanna help you.” Izuku pulled you into a hug once he was finally satisfied that you were taken care of, and you just let your head rest on his shoulder, arms loosely wrapping around his waist as he carried you back to your room, and you smiled when you realised Shoto had already set everything up for your movie night. You really were lucky, huh?

#bnha x reader #omegaverse #bnha omegaverse #omega reader #izuku x reader #Shoto x reader #Shoto x Izuku #poly #poly omegaverse #alpha Izuku #alpha Shoto #tw: self harm #omegaverse x reader #poly bnha

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starlightshore · 3 years

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Angel’s Lullaby update:

i wrote two devlogs this month.

first: i cover the history of Angel’s Lullaby and the current progress.

second: the plans I have for gameplay

TLDR; Angel’s Lullaby is a Open World Action/Turnbased RPG hybrid. You’ll have a small island to explore with 3 main areas and multiple side-quests. For the demo, I plan only having 1 area finished.

Game progress: eh, hard to put a good number on it. main characters and the main overworld are mostly finished, mapping + main area need planning. i’d say a bit less than 50% done with the demo.

below the read me i discuss game development that i’m not talking about on Gamejolt, but feel more comfortable talking here.

so been working with a friend on remaking (well, rather, i’m helping a little but it’s mostly just him,,, i’m not a skilled programmer but at least i’m keeping up with what he’s teaching me ^_^; so thanks to eternal shine, u rock!) the char_player object to work better for Angel’s. also, aside from the outfit code, this main stuff will be added as a pack for TML’s engine for better functionality. hooray! this includes:

adding arrays and macros to dialogue text

cut-scene system (almost done)

char_player state machine (has a couple issues for Angel’s specifically, which is discussed below.)

(WIP) Gameplay wise, I’m going for a Zelda-Like over-world: you can walk, run and attack. Monsters will be on over-world, you can get an advantage if you strike first. You’ll also need your weapon to move around the terrain or solve puzzles. (potentially will add more to the move-set as you progress, but that’s later in the development to consider)

i made a base-player object to fine tune the animation and add details like optional gloves + boots easier for me to add (gotta get into the headspace of using layers more in aesprite!) I’m unsure if I like the dust effect, but I think it helps the running look speedy and feel different to walking!

honestly all this development should of been done before but i was torn between using TML’s base project char object and remaking my own for ages. (plus, i spent the last few months unsure if i was moving to Unity or Godot) but hey, doing that now. i’ve been mainly working on story so its nice to actually start building the game again! the non-player stuff with naming + intro are already done of course, though will need to be remade as I’ve improved as an artist and with the new cut-scene system I can do this more efficiently.

my main plan is to get a prototype of the first 5 minutes of the game done within a week. ideally i’d like to make a fully-polished prototype within that week as well, but that’s idealistic at best... i’m shooting for 2 weeks, though that could easily become 3 weeks.

none of this will be available to play yet btw, after the prototype, i want to be able to get some feedback (heyo if u wanna be a play-tester hmu) then i’ll get to making it so you can get the first “area” mapped out.

my idea is that the above will be playable in the demo. you’ll have a house (to farm and have chores) explore the local woods and mountain area for side quests and just for fun.

the one main area will be the start of the linear story. the final release you’ll have access to the whole island -within reason. The other 2 areas will be soft-locked until you progress the plot in the main area. while this limits the open-world aspect, i like the idea of holding back the choices until certain parts of the game are established first. then you can run around wild! The second and third main areas are your choice to which to do first -and the plot will play out differently depending on that.

There’s still the obvious No Mercy - Neutral - Pacifist choices in play here as well. I’m limiting the scope of this to have the last 2 areas be different, but the overall plot line stays some-what the same. (if i was being paid, that’d be a different story lmao) but still, all of this will add up and hopefully be exciting to experience.

I really want exploration and the feeling that you are living in this world to be the main get-away from the game. while the most important core of the story lies within The Knight and the Player Character, this is my second biggest goal for the game.

I hope you all enjoy Angel’s Lullaby and are as excited as I am to see it progress! thank you so much for all those who’ve been sticking by me and my stories throughout the years. i’m really hoping for a demo release in 2022.

if any mutuals are intrigued by this game’s potential... i’m up for talking story again once this prototype stuff is finished up with. atm i wanna concentrate on making the core game-play feel good and i’m not worried about the story. but once that’s finished, there’s a lot of story problems -that some have been solved by the open-world structure, but just as many glaring issues have arisen. it’s a pretty daunting story now haha.

while i got a few new team members, I’d like a few more people to talk to deeply over this project. It feels great to spit-ball ideas back and forth! but I also understand people are busy and I’ve already asked a lot from people with the rough draft peer-reviews lmao. i guess i’ll just put this here in the off chance something comes out of it.

#personal stuff #angel's lullaby

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littleoldrachel · 3 years

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"well, it's the thought that counts"

for the wonderful @rachfielden-xo who literally sent this in a month ago (sorrrrry and thank you!!) and asked for well, it's the thought that counts with scott and alan from this prompt list.

this legit turned into scott teaching alan to make pancakes and i'm not even mad about it. the recipe the boys are using is [here].

[if you wanna prompt me, hmu!]

*~*~*~*~*

There are lots of things Alan doesn’t understand.

Black holes. Why his momma isn’t coming back ever again. The reason a Mars sunset streaks blue. Why Virgil has become some soulless cavity and John won’t say a word. How, despite year after year of technological advances, there’s still no evidence of alien lifeforms out there.

Why Scott never has time for him anymore.

It’s been days since Scott even said more than a few words to Alan, weeks since he last crushed Scott at videogames - he hasn’t even taken him to the park since -

Well.

And it’s not that he doesn’t love spending time with his other brothers; Gordon annoys the heck out of him on a daily basis but makes him laugh till it hurts far more. John is the one who gets him, who refuses to dumb down scientific explanations, who shares his passion for all things space. And Virgil - Virgil Before, that is - is the only person who knows how to hug him just right, who listens no matter how banal Alan’s worries are.

He loves them so much his heart might explode apart like a zombie’s head meeting his videogame character’s bazooka - except Alan’s not ever leaving them, not ever, not now he knows what that does to them all.

It’s just that Scott is fast turning into Dad, notable only by his absence.

And Alan doesn’t need another one of those.

More than that though, he can see the way his brother is running himself ragged trying to be mother and father and everything in between, and despite Virgil’s interventions and John’s best efforts, it’s not getting any better.

Which is where Alan comes in.

Alan is going to save his brother because he’s no baby, despite what everyone thinks.

What he lands on is simple but effective: he’s going to make Scott his favourite breakfast and draw him a card to say thank you, because he wants Scott to know Alan sees everything he’s doing to keep them afloat.

The card is straightforward enough - he’s no Virgil, but he’s pretty sure it’s clearly a rocket that he’s drawn. His tongue pokes out as he colours in as carefully as he can, only going over the lines a few times. He draws himself and Scott in the window of the rocket, grinning wildly (perhaps a little manically if he’s being honest) and adds Mars to the background.

Inside, in wobbly, looping script he prints:

Deer Scotty

Thanks for bing the best. I love you.

Love

Alan

Mission: Amazing Card - completed.

Now he just needs to make the pancakes.

Right then. First step is the ingredients.

In theory, this should be straightforward enough. Alan has seen Scott do this numerous times, had half-listened when Virgil taught John, and has eaten more of these pancakes than he can begin to count (but never enough!).

Alan pushes a chair against the counter, uses it to hoist himself onto the surface, and scrambles to the cupboard.

He knows that there’s a mountain of flour involved, because the little puffs of white powder always fluff through the sieve and make him sneeze. What he didn’t anticipate was that there would be different types of flour, in neat colour coded packages. He picks red, because it’s his favourite colour, and dumps as much of it as he can through the sieve, poking at it with his fingers to push it through.

It doesn’t look as neat as when Scott does it, and the entire surface is already dusted with flour, but most of it is in the bowl, so he’s doing okay.

He goes for brute strength with the eggs, smashing them into the side of the bowl. Little pieces of shell slide into the mixture with the yolk, but it’s so slippery he can’t get them out. Fingers coated in sloppy flour, he retreats. Maybe Scott won’t mind the crunchiness.

The milk carton is far heavier than Alan anticipated, and he loses his grip on the condensation-slick handle, watching in slo-mo horror as a glug of milk hits the side of the bowl, ricochets off it -

And splat!

It lands straight on top of Alan’s card, and Alan -

He’s not going to cry, he’s not -

His mom always said he shouldn’t cry over spilt milk, except this time it’s ruined everything.

Milk drips off the counter and Alan clenches his fists, willing the baby inside him to shut up. Eventually, the upset reassembles itself into a grumpiness that has him whisking furiously. The mixture slops all over the place, decorating the floor, countertop and his too-big apron with splatters of batter. It’s a lot runnier than Scott’s usually is, but by now Alan Does Not Care, he just wants to get this done and hug Scotty.

He’s just standing in front of the oven, wondering which dial is for which of the flame things, when the kitchen door opens.

Sixteen-year-old Scott, whose eyes have circles far deeper and greyer than they have any right to be, is standing there, and Alan becomes Very Aware all of a sudden of what the kitchen must look like through Scott’s eyes:

Flour absolutely everywhere (he can feel on his eyelashes and tickling his nose), little pools of batter all over the floor, Alan with his hand on the stove to work out how to make the fire come out -

“What the hell.”

Scott takes a deep breath, presses the heel of his hand to his eyes and says, “what are you doing, Alan?”

Alan forces himself to stand up tall like Dad always says. “Making you breakfast.”

There’s a pause, and Scott surveys the disaster zone once more. “I can see that,” he says finally, voice a little faint.

Alan swallows because this isn’t at all like he wanted it to go, but he brandishes the bowl of batter and does his best to peel the card from the surface. “For you!”

Scott stares, but takes the bowl. “Is this.... pancake mix?”

Alan nods eagerly, “your favourite! And here.”

The cursed milk smudged his amazing drawing, but it’s still sort of a rocket. Scott carefully prises open the card, and his whole body softens as he reads the message inside. “Allie,” he manages, “Allie, this is so -”

He presses a fist to his mouth and Alan watches in horror as his Neptune eyes shine overly-bright. This was supposed to be a nice thing, but he got it all wrong -

“I’m sorry,” Alan cries, flinging himself at Scott in a hug. “Don’t cry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make such a mess -”

“Allie, no -” Scott’s voice is firmer now, but Alan can’t bear to look at him falling apart like Virgil and John and Dad, because Scott is Scott and he can’t fall apart. It will obliterate Alan’s heart like a grenade in a zombie hideout if he has to see Scott cry.

Scott crouches though, and Alan’s forced to make eye contact. He’s relieved to see that Scott’s face has lost its sadness.

“Thank you so much for all of this, Allie,” Scott says, so sincere and so strongly, it washes something warm and safe over Alan’s shoulders.

“But it’s t-t-terrible! The pancakes are all wrong and I don’t know how to cook them and the card got milked and - and -” Alan can hear the wail in his voice and he resents it; it knocks hard into the defiant figure inside him that insists I’m not a baby!

“It’s not terrible, Allie. It’s - it’s lovely.”

“You’re saying that to make me feel better.” He can’t help but pout.

“No, I mean it. I love it - all of it.”

“Even the mess?”

“Even the mess.”

“Why?”

“Because… Well, it’s the thought that counts, Allie.”

Alan wrinkles his nose and Scott grins, using his sleeve to wipe off some of the stray flour. “I mean it. The fact that you wanted to do something nice for me makes me really happy.”

Alan hmphs, but tucks himself into Scott’s side and Scott obliges, squeezing him tight in one of those cuddles Alan has missed so much.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much, Allie, but I love you and I’m gonna do better, ‘kay?”

Alan stiffens and pulls away. “Wait no! That’s what this was for, Scotty.” He wants to stamp his foot in frustration so bad, but knows that’s Baby Behaviour and so he settles for a scowl. “I don’t want you trying to do more when you already do everything! I just miss you, I don’t need you to do anything better. I just need Scotty.”

Scott is blinking too fast for the second time in ten minutes. “Did Virg put you up to this?” he says a little hoarsely.

Alan frowns. “No. But if he thinks the same thing, shouldn’t you be listening?”

Scott’s eyes widen, and he ducks his head, covers his eyes again.

Alan goes back in for a hug, presses his cheek into Scott’s chest and listens to the steady thump-thump of his heart. He feels Scott take a deep breath and put his armour back up, and Alan’s heart makes a sad little clench.

“What do you say we make some pancakes together? Ones that are actually edible?” Scott clambers to his feet with a grin.

“Hey! They would be!” Alan protests, but then he looks back at the mixture, which is congealing in watery lumps and he fights a smile.

“But first,” Scott flattens the card and clips it to the fridge with a magnet, and Alan -

Alan’s heart skips.

It’s been a long time since any of them - even Virgil - have had anything hung on the fridge. But his little card - his silly, ruined card - is up there in pride of place and that means more to him than he knows what to do with.

Scott ruffles his hair, dislodging the flour that’s gathered itself there, and for once Alan doesn’t have the words to protest. Scott half-turns, catches Alan’s lost expression, and shoots him the gentlest of smiles.

“Ready to make the best pancakes in the world?”

As if he even needs to ask.

Scott easily sorts through the cupboard, drawing out the blue flour, a pot of baking powder, and some sugar. It’s all white.

“Why do they have to make all the important stuff the same colour?” Alan complains, and Scott laughs, loudly and easily. It’s a wonderful sound.

“Here’s something that’s a different colour,” Scott says, tossing eggs between his palms with an assured ease. “It’s egg time.”

He passes one to Alan, and Alan goes to smash it against the bowl, when -

“Wait!”

Alan pauses, mid-swing, and Scott plucks the egg from him.

“Gently, Allie. Like this.”

Scott repositions his hands so that his grip on the egg is looser, then gently moves his wrist to give one sharp tap against the side of the bowl. The egg breaks, golden yolk dripping out, but miraculously, no shell escapes.

“Reckon you can do the next one on your own?” Scott asks, and Alan nods at once. He looks to Scott to check he’s doing it right, and every time Scott is there to meet his gaze.

(As he always is, always will be).

Scott helps him to lift the milk carton, and between them, they pour it into a little well that Scott instructs him to dig in the mixture. Scott hands Alan a whisk with a solemnity that Alan recognises from Gordon’s pranks, and sure enough, no sooner than he’s taken it, Scott is brandishing a spatula and yelling “en garde!” and then it’s all out war.

“Loser has to whisk the mixture!” Scott says between parries, and Alan knows he’s being deliberately slow and clumsy but if that’s how he wants to play, then so be it. Alan blocks a few of Scott’s easy strikes, and feigns left, before darting right to jab him in the ribs.

“Victory!” he yells.

Scott crashes to his knees in mock agony. “You got me!”

Alan pushes the bowl towards him smugly. “Your punishment.”

“So merciful.”

“No talking! Only whisking!”

With Scott’s expert hands, the batter turns into a smooth, creamy mixture, and he guides Alan as the chocolate chips are poured in. “And now we fold.”

“Fold? Like paper?”

Scott grins, and Alan scowls. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“Sorry kiddo. Like this.” Scott shows Alan a gentle scraping motion that turns the mixture towards the centre of the bowl.

“Are we there yet?” The chocolate chips are making Alan’s mouth water, and as messy and inaccurate as his recipe might have been, it was at least quicker.

“Nearly. Let me just heat the pan.”

Scott dashes the pan with a blob of butter, and smiles softly as it begins to sizzle and melt, before he turns sharply to Alan.

“Hey, Allie?”

“Mm?”

“Please don’t use the stove without me or Virg there, okay?”

A ladle of pancake batter goes into the pan, and Alan stares at it in anticipation.

“But it was an emergency.”

“And you could have asked Virg, even if you wanted to surprise me.”

Alan frowns, crosses his arms. “He wouldn’t have helped, he’s always in bed these days.” Scott swallows, the crease of concern back between his eyebrows and Alan’s heart sinks. “I didn’t mean that. He would help, really.”

“He’s just really sad, Allie. Give him some time.”

“We’re all really sad,” Alan says, in a smaller voice than he intends.

There’s a pause, and Scott says, equally small, “I know.”

Scott removes the pan, passes it to Alan, and gently adjusts his grip, until -

“One, two, three, flip!”

The pancake does a perfect somersault, landing uncooked side down in the pan, and Scott beams, even though his eyes look so sad.

Silence falls once more, and Alan finally looks up at Scott, surprised when he’s already watching him.

“I love you, Allie. So much.”

Alan blinks, but the words come easily - he’s not yet at Gordon’s age where such declarations are Deeply Embarrassing. “Love you, Scotty.”

“I know the last few months have been really rough,” Scott says slowly, as though he’s measuring each word out like ingredients. “But never forget that I love you and all of us love you. It’s okay to be sad, but you don’t need to deal with it on your own, okay?”

Alan nods, tucks himself into Scott’s side once more, because the contact feels more important than words right now. Heck, he doesn’t even know what he could say to that. It’s everything he knows technically, but hearing it said out loud? It hits different in a way that knocks all the words right out of his head.

On cue, the pancake has turned into a golden-brown puffed up beauty, and Scott grins widely.

“Bets on who’ll be the first to smell this and make their way down to join in?”

Alan laughs. “Definitely Gordon.”

“Nah, Virg has a weird sixth sense about pancakes.”

*~*~*~*~*

They’re both wrong as it turns out.

John slinks into the kitchen, followed shortly after by a bright-eyed Gordon (“that doesn’t count, Allie!” “Does too!” “Does not!”) and a dull-eyed Virgil.

Whilst Scott and Alan stack up the pancakes, Scott corrals the others into beginning the clean-up process. There’s some good-natured ribbing about the Disaster pancake mixture, which has started solidifying alarmingly quickly, and Virgil spots the card on the fridge, turning to Alan with the first genuine smile he’s seen from him in so long.

Everyone is ravenous by the time there are a sufficient amount of pancakes for them all, and then it’s every man for himself as they wrestle for sauces and squabble over the last pancakes.

It’s the first time they’ve all eaten a meal together in so long, and it’s the best gift he could have ever given Scott, even though he couldn’t have planned the highs and lows of this particular adventure. Virgil is actually laughing about something with Gordon, and John is inserting the occasional comment with a smile, and Scott -

Scott meets Alan’s eyes with a proud smile.

Alan’s heart feels like it’s actually glowing, a soft, golden light in his chest, because he did that - he and Scott.

They make a good team.

And they always will.

#thunderbirds are go #littleoldrachel writes #scott tracy #alan tracy #fluff

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doriians · 3 years

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WRITEBLR RE-INTRO!

hi !! it’s sparrow here, i use he/they pronouns, and i’m @doriians on tumblr !! i’ve re-introduced myself enough that i no longer need a template to make these so hopefully i remember everything i need to say HAHA.

(under cut)

i’ve been writing since i was eleven and i’m currently nineteen, so it’s been a hell of a ride !! in the past i’ve written three first drafts — the hero’s protégé, until the sun falls, and CODED — that i’m super proud of. i’ve been taking a break from original writing to focus on fanfiction writing the past year, and you can find my ao3 here!

my current projects are a second, updated draft two of CODED, and the prequel to CODED, which is HACKED (ft. an obnoxious amount of magic + found family shenanigans). honestly i’m super loving both of these rn and hope to finish the first draft of HACKED in nano this year!… though we’ll see, considering uni starts in a week haha. i also plan to write a Lot of fanfic this year and finish as many of them as i can, because fanfic this year has really helped my writing abilities!

my favourite genres are superhero/villain, fantasy and dark academia, though honestly i’m a sucker for almost anything :) my other interests rn include dream smp, youtube in general, and storytelling through different forms of media (which is niche but i’m a nerd about unconventional storytelling hahah), but this blog is where i’ll mostly talk about writing !!

i Miss my writeblr friends a lot so if we were friends before i fell off the face of the earth, OR if you wanna be friends, hmu!! i’d love to talk again :D

#writeblr intro #trans writeblr #writing #writeblr introduction #writers on tumblr #s.about me #so excited to start writing again !

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taehyungsgrowl · 5 years

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hey idk how the scenario would work out but i wanna tease hawthorne michael in a school girl outfit 🥵 he’d be SO cuteeeee

Okay so I wasn’t sure if you meant reader in a school girl outfit or Michael. So, I’m going for reader but if you wanted Michael in a skirt HMU lmfao. Also, here’s my fic for Duncan feat. school girl outfit as a shameless plug.

Warnings: mentions of religion, slight choking, mention of spanking, mind reading (?), dirty talk, finger sucking, hair pulling, fingering, sex, cum play, and Michael spits in readers mouth (not in that order)

I’d like to build this scenario into the Catholic School AU Verse we’ve talked about before. I’m a religion kink hoe and not very sorry about it. Fuckboy Michael in Catholic School:

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Day after day Michael saw little miss Y/N on her knees, hands pressed together in prayer - the perfect imagine of innocence. He almost scoffed at how untrue that was. If only the priest that delicately placed the communion bread on her sinful tongue knew what it was doing the night before.

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Michael sat alone in the library attempting to study what he could. He fucking hated the hypocrisy of being at a catholic school of all places. But what could he do.

Someone stood at his side, casting a shadow over his blank piece of paper. She shimmied her legs, antsy for Michael to look up at her. Antsy for his attention. His blue eyes looked to his side and came face to face with a pair of legs in a mini skirt that brushed against her thighs.

So maybe he didn’t hate everything about catholic school. Of all the little angels that pranced around out of dress code, Y/N was his favorite. She always made it a point to show him how devout she was.

Wandering his gaze up her legs, he was met with her knowing smile. “Hi, Michael.” she cocked her head to the side to get a look at his blank paper.

Michael almost rolled his eyes at her little game. They’d been dancing this dance for too long. He reached out for her hand, holding her in place by her wrist. “Hi, Y/N,” he tried to mimic the same feigned innocence in her tone.

“Need some help?” she maintained her focus, despite his hypnotizing stare, “It’s pretty hard.” she played coy.

“Oh, it will be.” he chuckled, squeezing his hand around her wrist. Her free hand grazed over her chest, toying with the buttons of her crisp white shirt.

“We can alway go back to your dorm for some one on one..” making sure no one saw, she undid the top button of her blouse, exposing a bit of lace from her bra.

“Come on,” he nodded his head towards the door, gathering his stuff. He followed behind her, his focus on the way she swayed her hips from side to side with each step she took.

Y/N looked around his room. It was neater than she expected; most boys around here had a clutter of clothes thrown all over the ground or left overs piling up on their desks. However, there was nothing out of place in Michaels. His desk was cleared off, bed neatly made, drawers closed shut. The only indication of anyone staying in the room was the faint smell of weed and the burned white pillar candles that he burned by his window.

She watched as Michael locked the door behind him. He was perfect. She remembers gossiping about him with her friends when he first transferred from Hawthorne. All the hushed whispers about him looking like someone out of a renaissance painting like the ones that hung in the school were only a few of what the girls (and boys) thought about him.

Michael could be a lot of things, but he wasn’t stupid. He didn’t need magic to tell him how people felt about him. Especially Y/N. Her thoughts were the loudest among all the other sinners.

“Something tells me that little skirt of yours is gonna get you in a lot of trouble.” he flashed his teeth in a knowing smile, kicking his chair back and taking a seat. He looked her up and down with no intention to mask where his thoughts were.

“Sister Kathy already punished me for it.” she pouted as she advanced towards him. Without warning, she swung one of her legs on to his lap, carelessly straddling him.

Oh. Needier than Michael originally thought.

“She said I’m drawing all kinds of bad attention.” She hooked her arms around his neck. “Almost thought she was gonna spank me with a ruler.” she giggled, her fingers finding the nape of his neck.

“I don’t think you would have hated that entirely,” he raised his eyebrows. Michael’s voice was slow and dragged out - almost sounding unamused by her antics. Despite the cool exterior he had, he was envisioning little miss Y/N bent over his desk with her bottom a bright shade of red. He preferred using his own hand to spank rather than a ruler, but the nuns were set in their ways, he thought. He loved being able to grip her ass each time his hand came smacking down. Being the direct correlation of her whimpered noises made the blood rush to his cock.

“Not if you were the one spanking me,” she almost read his mind. “I think about it a lot you know.” she shrugged as her fingers found the buttons of her shirt, slowly and lazily undoing them. There was no hiding how erect her nipples became through the sheer excuse for a bra she wore. It left little to the imagination for Michael to ogle at her pebbled nipples through the fabric.

“I appreciate the confession, angel.” he held on to her waist, “But I already know. I know all your dirty little secrets. Every single thought you’ve had about me - I know it.”

She looked away from his piercing stare - just when she thought she had the upper hand in this little charade they were playing. Michael lifted her chin, making her look him in the eyes, “Aw, no need to get shy about it now.” he chuckled. “What? Was it last week during mass that you wondered what it’d feel like to have my hands around your neck?” the same hand he used to so gently lift her chin up, was now wrapped around her delicate neck. Her pulse was beating rapidly against his finger.

“Do you like it?” the tip of his nose bumping hers, his warm breath fanned on to her face. Y/N rocked her hips into his. That was enough of an answer for Michael.

“Naughty little thing. Of course you do.” Michael helped Y/N shrug her shirt off her shoulders, letting it drop to the ground. “But I didn’t need to sense your thoughts to know that.” he shrugged, “Not with the way you walk around me - always making sure I’m watching.”

Michael picked up her wrist and brought her hand up to his lips, “Just know I always am.” he kissed her knuckles.

He stood up with Y/N still wrapped around his waist and walked her over to his wooden desk, sitting her on top. As he towered over her, he bent down to cup her face, catching her lips in a feverish kiss. Y/N wasted no further time and allowed her hands to reach for his bulge as he kissed her. She felt him twitch through his pants. Feeling just how big he felt as she palmed him made her question whether she’d be able to take him.

Michael chuckled into the kiss, “Don’t worry, angel. I’ll try to be gentle.” he winked as he bit down harshly on her lower lip - an indication of just how gentle he planned on being with her.

The plaid piece of cloth that had day after day taunted him in the hallways now at the tip of his fingers. Letting his hand wander up her thighs, he could feel her heat radiating off of her. He hooked the thin string of her panties on his fingers and dragged them down her legs. Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine as the cool air hit her wet cunt.

Michael held up her dainty pink panties up like a prize before slipping in them in his back pocket. Sensing the protest Y/N was about to make, he shut her up with a kiss. A kiss so slow and sensual it made her dizzy. His tongue ran over hers, exploring every inch of her mouth.

Dazed and lost in his kiss, Y/N didn’t expect the sudden probing of her pussy. Two long digit ran up and down her slit, playing with her arousal and made her nice and slick. She gasped into his mouth allowing further access to her.

“Gonna get you nice and ready for my cock,” his voice was low, just loud enough for her to hear. His fingers plunged into her pussy, feeling her spongy walls contract around them. He curled them up making her convulse and reach out to grab him.

“Easy..” he cooed, bringing his fingers up to his mouth, getting a taste of her. “Sweeter than honey.” he winked.

She caressed her own thighs, lifting up her skirt a bit for him. “Michael, I want you to fuck me.”

He laughed, taking his cock out of his pants. He was unlike anything she’d seen before. It was long and carved with intricate veins. His cock pulsed in his palm as he began to align himself at her entrance.

Michael eased his way inside. Measuring just how quickly he entered her by her breathing. It helped that she was so wet. Each time her breath hitched in her throat, he slowed it down. “Just fuck me.” she eventually cried out. The feeling of wanting to be full of him needed to be satiated. She’d been patient for too long. “I can handle it.”

He groaned in response - even more turned on over how much Y/N needed to be fucked by him. For once, he did as he was told and rammed his cock inside her.

“Oh, fuck.” she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulder blades.

When he laughed at her reaction, his whole body shook inside her. She could feel each and every vibration to her core. Michael was balls deep inside her tight little cunt. He was breathing heavily as her warm walls hugged his cock.

Living in the sensation of being filled up, her hungry lips searched his. Michael pulled away, only to grab her by the base of her hair, tilting her head back. She whimpered at the tug of her hair. “Open your mouth for me,” he panted.

Y/N didn’t miss a beat. Her mouth dangled open, pink tongue on display for him. She watched with teary eyes as he collected his spit in his mouth. Her pleading eyes and silent whines made his cock jerk. Without releasing his grip on her hair, he spit directly into her mouth. She didn’t close her mouth - giving him a clear view of his saliva traveling down her mouth and into her throat.

“Fuck,” he dragged out the word.

He began to thrust his hips into her. Bucking repeatedly in a steady pattern. With every thrust her breasts bounced in synchronization.

Y/N reached around him, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him in as close as she could. “Harder. Fuck me harder.” she begged.

Grabbing her hips, he slammed into her harder. Fast, forceful thrusts pierced into her. She pressed her forehead on his shoulder as he fucked her mercilessly.

“Oh God.” she moaned.

“That’s right, angel. Fuck.” he cursed under his breath, “Cum for me. Cum all over my cock.” She swiveled her hips as best she could with his iron grip right before her stomach tightened. Her vision blurred and she swore she saw stars. Michael didn’t dare let go of her as he continued to fuck her until he was about to finish.

As her orgasm washed over her, Michael pushed her back down on the desk, laying her flat. Her legs continued to shake in the aftermath of her cumming. He pulled out his cock, pumping it in his hand a few times until he spilled all over her body.

Her tummy and breasts were covered in his hot milky cum. Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut, trying to slowly regain herself. Michael used his thumb to paint a cross in between the valley of her breasts with his own cum.

He pressed his now filthy thumb to her lips to which she instinctively responded by sucking it clean. Michael chuckled quietly at how dazed Y/N was.

“C’mon, Y/N.” he spoke quietly, tucking himself back into his pants. He hooked his arms under her and lightly placed her on his bed for her to rest.

Worn out Y/N smiled lazily at Michael as he cleaned her up with a warm towel. The hot fabric felt nice against her now sensitive areas between her thighs. “What is it?” Michael asked as he wiped her body down.

“What happened to you knowing ‘each and every thought’ I have,” she lowered her voice to mimic his.

He rolled his eyes at her tossing aside the rag and climbing over her. “Just wanted you to take a break before the next round.” he nuzzled his face into her neck, “Your thoughts are telling my just how much of a needy little thing you are..” he mused, his hand already snaking in between her thighs.

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Hidden Blade Chapter 1

Y’all I’ve been to excited for this because I loved this movie with a passion. (Nothing beats Bohrap btw but damn 6 Underground was awesome not just because of Ben. Though he really made the movie even better.) If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters please hmu!

Please enjoy and I’ll see you guys in the next chapter or one of my updates. I’m on a train ride to London from Edinburgh so it’s about five hours. I plan on getting a crap done this ride so you might be seeing multiple updates!

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Governments should always be in fear of who they govern over..those who are being governed should never be living in fear of who they are ruled over. Yet we live in a world where those in power abuse it badly so they can live the lavish life of the vices, greed, lust, and even the gluttony of having everything at their feet. Those who suffer under those sadly are living in a society in fear, hate, and uncertainty of whether they’ll be okay by the end of the day.

That’s where I come in.

You have to start somewhere small in order to cause a chain reaction. That lovely snowball effect. I start small by cutting off the suppliers resources, such as their plants, dirty shacks, and even the old warehouses. Once the resources are extinguished, I then move up to those in high up positions in order to really cause the rolling to begin.

Yet I was given an opportunity to do a little more good with a lot less strings attached. Who doesn’t love a little more freedom. But what I was offered was complete freedom and who wouldn’t want complete freedom.

You ever played the Assassins Creed games? I like to consider myself a walking version of that except no magical abilities, no special creed, or even a long line of ancestors that are meant to look similar and only the first three or four games nailed the similarities. Not the point. For those of you who’ve never heard of those games, imagine someone who's able to scale an entire flat building, stand on top of a metal cross, and even have some really cool equipment to help get the job done. We’ll be getting to those a little later.

My name is eight. The Assassin.

What’s the difference between a Hitman and Assassin you ask? One gets paid to do any form of killing for money, the other one does it for either political or religious reasons in this world of ours. But you both kill people? True. Never declared myself a saint anyhow in this world so shush! Story time!

I pulled up to one of the abandoned planes to turn off my 4runner and climb out. Love the whole abandoned airfield look for the hideout. Really gives that fast and furious sort of vibe. How many movies are in the series anyhow?

A ram truck came pulling up next to my 4runner as I began grabbing all my junk to hopefully store somewhere that was a little more secure than my new apartment here in California. Keeping a bunch of ropes, weapons, and my vast amount of foreign fruit would get me busted and I certainly love my Nectarine!

“Glad to know I wasn’t the only one brought into this little adventure.” He appeared in front of me as I swung my duffle bag right on my shoulder. I closed the door as I turned to see him all dressed in american/military gear. An American soldier? Real power move.

“Glad to see we got ourselves a soldier. Eight.” I held my hand out to him as he shook it.

“Seven. At Least according to that dude.” He pointed as one came out of a tiny airplane and smiled.

“Weird to see you not looking like a GAP model.” He showed up at my apartment in Israel looking like he walked out of Sunday church for some god knows reason. At first I thought he was apart of Jehovah's witness but as you can see we’re about to kill some mother fuckers.

“Ah really funny. Come meet the rest of us oh so lovely fellow campers.” We walked into the base as a women with blonde hair was reading a map while another woman was reading what looked like some sort of medical book.

“Ladies this is seven and eight our newest batch of newbies. The one reading the map is two and in the cap is five. Not sure where the other two are but I imagine they’ll be showing up sometime soon.” I gave them a small wave as I put my bag on the ground next to the large table.

“Look who finally showed up. Four this is seven and eight our eyes from the sky.” He tossed his hoodie down on the table as he gave us a small smile. The last member came into the room which is what I’m assuming was three.

“There’s this trick that we all do to get through our day. We take a box and into that box, we place all the horrors of the world, all the wrongs humans do to one another. And then we close the box and pretend it doesn’t exist. Only some of us spend too much time inside the box. We’ve lost our ability to pretend. We know there’s too much unfinished business in this messed up world. Our job as ghosts is to do the dirty work the living can’t or won’t. And we do it from here. This is our haunted house. It’s a lot like the Batcave, except it’s nothing like the Batcave. Seven, eight. You’re dead. You’re gonna be restricted to cities that you’ve never visited before. People that you’ve never met. All of course your fellow ghost, none of whom you’ll know by name, only number, for safety, and so no one gets too close.” I mean. All we need is a butler, some random child to say “geez guys” and I think we would be set.

“So basically what we’re doing is a sense of a justice league but with no moral codes?” Asking as One nodded.

“Yes. Except Wonder Women uses guns and Batman is okay with killing people.” I..okay that works.

“Each one of us has our own little gifts we bring to the table and now that we’ve required you two, we now officially have a set team.”

“We’re like the A-Team but on steroids except Mr. T is this guy.” The Spainard commented as everyone just stared him down.

“In your vast dreams.” One commented.

“Will we be required to wear matching rings?” Asking which made I believe his name is four chuckle a little.

“Funny. Alright c’mon I wanna show you two something.” We all followed him into another room where a wall covered with nine pieces of paper with a single roman numerals on each one.

“This is our target hitboard. These nine fuckers have been placing too much shit inside the box. So now they answer to us. Target number one: this prick. The Dictator of Turgistan Roach Alimov.” I walked over to his photo and began studying the guy. Radiates small dick energy already from all the work I’ve done over there, kind of like Kim Jong-Un except he doesn’t flaunt his money.

“God I’m really craving french fries. Can we finish this over at Luckies?” I believe he’s three asked the group as I began walking past the other eight pieces of paper as I lightly saw their faces. Efrain Gracian. He runs the largest drug cartel in Mexico and has been killing a shit ton of innocent people in their villages. Oh my god they put Kim Jon-Un on their target list hell yeah.

“So we plan on just killing all these pricks because they keep shitting on their countries and the rest of the world?” Leaning against the wall facing them as one nodded.

“I say we finish this thing at Luckies. I’m really feeling a shitty beer to set the mood of introductions.” One began walking out of the fort as everyone else followed except for me as I looked at the wall again. Figured there would be less on the board in all honesty.

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I slipped into the booth with myself facing the middle of the window and the inside of the restaurant, seven sitting to my left while four was on my right. To think that I’m now officially dead and I cut all my ties off when I left home so no funeral. Bet they thought I was already dead anyhow so this works nicely.

“So what do you bring to the table?” I was asked as I tossed my car keys on the table.

“The soundless steps of a killer is what I bring to the table. You guys make a shit ton of noise if I think I know who you are. I’m assuming you guys we’re the one destroying Florence?” His eyes widened a little which makes my assumption correct cause these fuckers really had fun in Florence.

“Florence was an absolute disaster.” He stopped talking as the waiter came to the group.

“A round of Heineken for everyone. Then whatever else they want.” I ordered as everyone smiled a little as they began ordering their preferred drinks.

“Figured you’d be a good match since you graciously just bought us all drinks. So if you’re a soundless killer, who have you eliminated?” You can thank the new democracy in South Sudan, and ending an entire sex trafficking operation in Chad. Both we’re super difficult to achieve but damn I did an awesome job. Both were run by major cunts obviously and took months of planning to even get close to them.

“Who do you think got rid of the cunt from South Sudan?” Seven looked over at me then leaned across the table.

“You killed Zafir Bahri?” Seven asked as I nodded.

“Yup. Yet it was one of my most difficult assassinations since I had to make a break for it in the countryside. Kind of stuck out like a sore thumb till I made it to a reservation station.” The waitress came with the first round of beers. Four took a big gulp of his beer then sighed.

“Alright if we’re going to show off what our past selves have done. I got the chance to steal a 5.0 carat ruby necklace that had two smaller diamonds that were about 4.2 carats that was about 100,000 dollars worth.” Yet he’s sitting here in an American restaurant drinking some shitty beer and eating high heart attack food? Sounds about right.

“And here you are in America drinking Heineken and about to eat a very greasy double cheeseburger. Cheers” I grabbed my bottle as he did for us to clink our bottles together. Four seems super chill actually and now I’m kind of curious how he pulled off that heist.

“So. What’s the absolute best thing about being dead? I mean you don’t have to pay taxes anymore.” Seven asked the entire group as they all had an inner conversation with themselves about the best part of being deceased.

“No more dmv lines, no more shopping for Christmas.” Christmas has always been stressful for my old life and I didn’t even celebrate it!

“Or backstabbing girlfriends.” Raising my eyebrow at four. Damn someone broke his little heart. I’d play the worlds saddest song on the tiniest violin but not sure if he would get the reference.

“They should make an “Out of office” reply for dead people. Sorry I’m away from the planet right now. I’m fucking dead.” That’s a bit much but if it makes her feel better about being dead then let her do her own thing.

“No more tax, no more criminal records, no more getting arrested by the pigs just for being naked and or just the usual stuff. You know, being naked, getting drunk. Casual stuff.” How is being naked casual? Since when is being naked considered casual in any standard?

“Umm. How is being naked any form of being casual?” He took a drink of his beer as he licked his lips.

“Ya know. Just walking around naked on your balcony or even on your front porch. It’s a casual thing.” I..I still don’t see that as a casual thing. Around the house yes because oversized t-shirt and underwear is always a comfy.

“Is that like when Jersey people say it’s a jersey thing?” Before he could answer One chuckled a little.

“Guys. You’re all wrong. The best thing about being dead is the freedom. I mean, we’re all gonna die. May as well do it while we’re alive, right? When you’re young, you lock yourself into all of these bad decisions. Marriages, mortgages, and all that kind of stuff. But you die. It’s all escaped. Poof! Gone! From that point forward, all that matters is what you choose. The point is that we should bring seven and eight behind the curtain. You wanna hand me those over there?” Three handed him a bunch of plastic cups as leaned a little more forward on the table. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see him quickly glancing away back at the demonstration. Guess he’s kind of cute, not exactly sure how getting involved with people on the team is viewed. Rather avoid the whole situation.

“Alright here. A little deminsation, no technology. So this is how to stage a coup in three not so easy steps. Alright you got a country, Turgistan right? These are the people, nice people, going about, doing their thing. Then you got the four generals, cuatro cunts, very bad guys. But there’s one worse guy. That’s the piece of shit dictator, right there at the top.” Sounds about right. That was basically the entire set up in South Sudan.

“Don’t forget his brother.” Brother? Oh yeah, the guy has a brother that basically has been isolated or off the face of the earth at this point. Gotta love it when Governments hide those wanting a better world, or hiding sick pedophiles when they fake suicides so they don’t go to prison or end up being executed.

“Democracy loving brother.” So we’ve got a shitty dictator and a loving democratic. Of freakin’ course!

“He’s the key. So we’re gonna hit the four generals. They’re gonna lead us to the brother.”

“You kill top Generals, you fuck the dictators day.” Three shoved a few French fries in his mouth.

“Can confirm.” I took a big gulp of my beer as I leaned back against the booth.

“Second thing we're gonna do is free the brother. And the last thing we’re gonna do is we’re gonna say goodbye to piece of shit dictator and hello to democracy loving brother.”

“It all goes down in four months, El Dia de los Muertos, The Day of the Dead.” Kinky.

“Oh that’s it?” Seven and I looked at each other for the both of us to nod in approval of the plan.

“Um well that’s pretty simple ya know. The cups.” I took a drink of my beer as I began mentally seeing the whole plan in my head.

“Wonderful presentation.” We’re gonna die aren’t we?

“So we’re all gonna die?” At this point I say that’s a hard yes.

“Not me.” What confidence she has because there’s something about her that just kind of scares the shit out of me. Must be something federal in her former life.

“She’s not, we all are. Painfully.” Peachy. Real fucking peachy. But hey I’m already technically dead so this works out perfectly in the end. Just when my body shows up at someones house or is found floating on the coast, going to be quite a headache trying to figure out since I’m already dead.

Maybe I should be more optimistic with this new life. Could be worse. I could be stuck in a work camp in Siberia. Maybe we just see where this goes and if it doesn’t end well I just disappear into the unknown. Sounds like an absolute plan!

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Fri, December 11 2020

12:15PM A REAL FAKE STORY: BAE TODAY: What was so bad about doing drugs? I’m not sure why everyone got really worried and offended that I have been using crystal meth. They don’t talk to me about it, ask me about it, worry about it or even notice it. Most the time it’s out of their way unless I’m trying to say hi and make myself laugh.. given nobody has seen me in person for years. Hahah since meth pissed them off. Me smoking it at home. Paying for it (like not before expenses) and still being sober enough to be alive usually. I think it could be that they are worried I am going to die. Or call them. Or stay up late even when I don’t even work yet. Let’s figure out when I worked: first month sober August 2019. Sometimes I’d go a few days after that relapse. Not sleeping was what really gets them. Then I think I got a second job.. didn’t last long. Used a bit more. Moved apartments in Jan 2020. Got sober for maybe 2 weeks? Couple days at least of straight sleep, no couch. Winter was sunny, again. Missed it.. really high and mostly 100% unsafe in my own home from family, police and the guy fucking me. Usually not loving. Brutally. I hadn’t slept so bad dream? No one was there except my Mom. I don’t know what she did at first but it wasn’t mean and I got kinda mad when I went back. Sober for another week. Always using because that’s why I stay awake. They’re worried about my safety. I pick up almost never but nobody asks me that. I got abused, drugs. Everyone’s mad. Chill on the blog. Soooo then got a job for legit 1 day at some bs. Got busy instead, might have stayed sober another week. Punched myself in the fucking face and went to the psych/ started being told to go to treatment. I laughed but went along with it. They were full because COVID but because I smoked meth my parents told me that I hardly even tried to get in. Witnesses. Classmates. Former. Mom hooked me up with CCC. Once. I went. That’s cool. Wanna talk for 15 mins? “You smoke meth?” “Yes” “that is your problem. You want to talk?” “Yes lol I’m high” “That’s cute. Your Mom asked if I could call after?” “This was supposed to work?” That was King St. Notched. Got high all day obviously lol. Slept every week who knows what the fuck that asshole was doing but some days I tripped balls straight up don’t talk about the hospital and my charges are mine, minus the fucking cop straight up punching me in the face then bending me over a bed. Plus the ones I didn’t lay. Whatever. Courthouse. I was high fr some those times. Tried to get help continuously when I was on my phone or had a car. Stolen. Thank God. I drive stick. I can see if they knew this at all why they would want answers from me, but truthfully avoid me in traffic. Sober again for a week after anytime I used pretty much, since my Mom found out. It uh, started coming to my apartment and my neighbours found out. Then fuuuuuuuuuuucking COVID. In March? Ok. Obviously at Cedar St first. Real beef. With drugs? Nobody could talk to me anymore. I was making no sense and who the fuck knows where They went. Jerking off in the kitchen because I was on my phone too much. Truthfully. Why the fuck not, I thought let’s be honest and we could have sex together. Hmu so he gave me straight up chlamydia while I cried in the basement. Disfigured. From staying awake waiting to feel.... safe. No. He raped me. Which to be fair, I had no one else around but an abuser and the police were trying to help him. Didn’t know I needed it. Assumed the people in my life were helping. I was the one on drugs remember? Ugh. Him too. So inconvenient when they’d come by after the gym to say “you’re smoking meth” Thank you. What now? Anyways got evicted from that place after robbed and trashed (me too) stayed sober for whatever, everyone went to jail jk bro code so he was good. I got help moving. Literally stalk me but don’t talk to me? Friendship. Respectfully, I have no friends left after that shit. Smoked meth. Didn’t tell anyone I needed help. They said it’s only a drug problem. 10 toes down for my cat and dog.

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⌠ CHINA ANNE MCCLAIN, 19, (CIS) FEMALE, SHE/HER/HERS⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, SUNSHINE "SUNNY" MARTIN! according to their records, they’re a FIRST year, specializing in ADVANCED ENCRYPTION / KNIFE FIGHTING SKILLS, SWORD TRAINING, PRECISION SHOOTING, FIREARMS & SWAT TRAINING ; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (bags under her eyes, a blue laptop with many stickers, and a rare smile that can light up a room). when it’s the (gemini)’s birthday on 05/23/2000, they always request their MACARONS from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ kashia, 21, she/her, est⍀

hi everyone, i’m kashia and i’m big excited to be here! fun fact: when i first started rping on tumblr like in 2011/12, a rp with a similar plot to this was my first rp that i joined. so for me to come back to it means a lot to me.

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bags under her eyes, sleepless nights, fast typing, rap blasting loudly from headphones, a laugh that can fill a room, clashing of swords, bloody nose after a fight, a black kitten snuggled beside her laptop, a blue laptop with many stickers, yawning in the middle of class, and a picture of a little girl with her older siblings, mother, and father

“So, Ms. Martin, tell us a bit about your past. Why did you decide to come here?”

“Yeah, let’s not call me, “Ms. Martin”, I’m not old. Sunny works, or Sunshine if you wanna remain “professional”. Let’s see, I’m from Alabama where I lived with my mom, dad, and two older siblings. Great relationship with my family, we fight but we always talk it out and hug. I guess I’m one of the “lucky” ones, I bet there are bunch of people here with family problems.” She laughs, it’s a dry and humorless laugh. She’s aware that her “joke” isn’t funny but she still laughs. Sunny clears her throat as the other does not laugh. “Uh, my mom actually inspired me to come here. She went here years ago and I wanted to be like her. But you know, she wasn’t too keen on that. My mom wanted me to live normally, like my two siblings. So I couldn’t go to a special high school like others. But it’s whatever. I applied for this place alongside Yale, Howard, and Harvard, just to please her. Too bad for her, I wasn’t going to choose those places and decided on here.”

“Those are prestigious schools that you applied for, did you get accepted to those schools?”

“Of course I did and without a problem. I excel when it comes to school, I was and still am the perfect student. I’m real good behind a computer. I thank my grandma for that. She was learning how to type and used different programs to do so, I would always watch her and sometimes practiced myself. From that moment, I was always behind a computer or a laptop. I went from learning how to type to learning about html, to creating my own websites to look at other’s codes to hacking.”

“So, you want to become a spy that typically stays behind the scenes?”

“As much as I would love to show my face to others, I’m just more comfortable behind my laptop and with my kitten beside me. But don’t worry, despite being a computer nerd, I can keep up my own. Mom wanted the three of us to have some self defense training so I can protect myself.” There is a slight pause. “That and I used to get into a few fights here and there growing up because of my “mouth” apparently. People are just sensitive if you ask me. But I won’t get into any unnecessary fights here! I won’t do anything that will blow this for me.”

“If you say so. Last thing,you mentioned a cat?”

“Oh yeah, Starlight. She’s my, uh, emotional support animal. I’m not lying or anything, I have the paper work. I was gonna bring her with me wherever I was going to go. She’s a good kitten, she keeps me company when I’m on my laptop. I’m... I’m calm when I have her.”

“Okay then. That is all I have. Thank you for talking to me, Sunshine.”

“Anytime.”

random shit

always has her laptop on her and she’s never doing anything important, starlight is literally her best friend, a meme child a meme child, says “yikes” in a real conversation, a literal joke, okay but she also has a bit of a temper yikes, sometimes forgets that she needs to sleep and eat bc she’s on her laptop, takes her coffee black like her soul (HA)

wanted connections

someone older who she looks up to (OPEN): everyone needs a role model and this is who this person is for sunny. whenever the first year needs help, she’ll go to this person and waits for their answer. she’s like a little puppy whenever she’s with them.

study buddy (OPEN): if she’s going to prove to her mom and everyone else that she deserves to be there, she has to keep up her grades. so, she’ll go to the library and sit there for hours to do work. maybe she meets this person at the library and the two sit at the same table and from there, a bit of a friendship blossoms?

“I-also-didn’t-go-to-a-spy-high-school” team (OPEN): the two bonded one day as they realized that neither one of them went to a fancy spy school prior to now. so, the two bond over this shared thing.

god, i want to punch your face (OPEN): something about this person just pisses sunny off and it takes everything in her to not punch them. we can talk more about this.

fellow “loser” (OPEN): someone who’s also into hacking like this precious baby. she probably calls them her loser friend in public which could look bad

i’m open to any and everything! just hmu!!!

#sunny ☼ all I wanna be is cool #gallagher:intro

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is that LINDSEY MORGAN ? no , that’s just CHLOE MONTES , the 25 year old CISFEMALE who is a PERSONAL ASSISTANT . some say they’re INSINCERE & TWO-FACED, but their family and friends will swear they’re RESOURCEFUL & INTELLIGENT . when i think of them , i think of a triple shot of coffee in the morning , the binary code , braided hair , & a disorganised work desk . i wonder if HER neighbors knows that SHE HAS HELPED EXPOSE PEOPLE ON THE FACADE IN THE PAST AND STILL HELPS FEED THEM INFORMATION .

damn mark back at it again with a dumb child i see

me ? finally playing a villainous character instead of a soft babi ? mayhaps !

so ! she was born in mexico city to a young , single mother . due to lack of money & inability to actually care for her , the best choice was to put her up for adoption . she was taken in by a lovely family in maine & given the best start to life possible .

due to being adoptive basically from birth , her adoptive parents named her , so for the first few months of her life while things were being finalised she was known as nothing more than girl or baby . though her birth mother did nickname her conejito for the short time they spent together . eventually being named jade morrison . a name she never connected with .

she’s always known she was adoption due to the fact like ... her adoptive family was white lmao & like she kinda resents her birth mother but she gets it.

she did pretty great through high school , keeping a pretty high gpa & eventually getting into a decent college & bullshitting her way through that .

so like , around the age of 15 during a phase she found herself on the deep web after many google searches of how to get there . on there , she found people that mayhaps she connected to even though they were probably weird old men but ? they taught her things . taught her how to hack , how to code , how to exploit & bend a computers coding to your own will . & she was good at it . probably could’ve & should’ve made a career from this instead but whatever .

after she graduated , she found herself in ashcroft . no money , no job , a fake i.d. for one chloe montes & a singular suitcase . there was no reason for it other than a need to start fresh . she found herself a job as a personal assistant to one genevieve huntzberger with a fake resume & eventually got herself a small apartment .

the first time the facade popped up she thought it was just a complete joke , the second time though , it intrigued her more . eventually digging into this exposure blog , she was kinda really into the idea of it . she has no reason to hurt the people of ashcroft but she also has no loyalty to them , so why can’t she have some fun with the blog as well ?

occasionally between workloads she found herself digging through other peoples personal digital information . texts , emails ... hell , she even found herself peering through the lens of an open laptop camera ( never again , she doesn’t wanna see that again ) . so she passed along information to the blog , giving them tips & hints towards juicy stories for them to unleash into the public . it’s a fun system .

she doesn’t do it as much anymore but she still finds herself trolling through things from time to time . if she stumbles across something she’ll happily slide it across to the blog , but she’s been using it for more blackmail sake nowadays . an i’ll be in contact for a favor or this’ll find its way to a certain blog kinda deal .

TL;DR: fake name, fake everything, here for the memes, will befriend you & then probably turn around & snoop through your shit . don’t trust her , but also do because she needs friends .

that said , if you’d like to do a plot revolving around her finding out about the secret or smthn then hmu ?? because it could be a fun time ! but also just hmu for plots in general bc like ... srsly she needs friends .

#ashcroftintro.#wow this got.. rly fuckin long but like. there's a tldr at the end so.

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[ MAIA MITCHELL ] — ADELAIDE LAVOIE is a TWENTY TWO year-old CISFEMALE cadet from FRANCE and the EURASIA unit, also known as agent SUPERNOVA. Intel tells me that SHE is ALLOCENTRIC & METICULOUS, if not a little RECALCITRANT & GARRULOUS. SHE shows promising progress in HACKING, CODE BREAKING, and LANGUAGE SKILLS. better watch your back.

lms or hmu if you wanna plot!!

stats

name: adelaide lavoie

face claim: maia mitchell

age: 22

hometown: bordeaux, france

birthday: february 8

zodiac: aquarius

gender: cisfemale + she/her pronouns

sexuality: bisexual, biromantic

adelaide was born in manhattan, new york but moved to bordeaux, france when she was merely a few months old. both her parents were determined to make sure that adelaide and her older brother had every opportunity to succeed in life. while her parents encouraged adelaide and her brother to pursue whatever interested them, one thing that was not tolerated in the lavoie household was laziness and complacency.

she wasn’t required to do any work as long as she maintained high grades in school, her parents were not going to pay top dollar to get her into the best schools for her to do nothing. growing up her parents made her sign up for every extracurricular under the sun – music, student government, sports teams, chess club, if you can name it there was a 90% chance adelaide was in it.

you could say adelaide had life served to her on a silver platter. for as long as she can remember, she lived a life of privilege that some would die for. from the picture perfect house to the seemingly perfect family – they had it all. but adelaide wasn’t happy, she longed for something she felt she could never get as long as was under her parents’ control. as soon as she finished lycée when she was 18, adelaide stopped talking to her family altogether. she stole as much money as she could find from her parents, and proceeded to run away – abandoning everything she’d ever known.

using the money she stole, she moved out of france and resided in various countries within europe, making sure not to stay in one place for too long in fear that her family would find her. inevitably, the money started to run out and adelaide turned to a variety of methods to make ends meet. she started off selling drugs, but then turned to hacking for people as she found it to be much more lucrative. it started off with petty things like hacking into an ex’s social media account but soon escalated into secure servers and places she really shouldn’t have been. while she was good at what she did, she wasn’t good enough because she was caught and soon recruited as a cadet into the academy.

when it comes to her past and her family, adelaide will always choose to avoid the topic. she’s always hated the fact that she came from money, and as years pass, the longer she’s spent away from her family the more her resentment for them grows – despite them having done nothing to her.

some other lil points idk

personality wise, she is easy to get along with but can sometimes be a bit hesitant

she has a strong aversion to people in a position of authority or people who try to control her, that’s one of the few times you’ll see her claws come out

she’ll always put other people before herself

can sometimes come off a lil feebleminded but is smarter than she lets on

adelaide is a bit detached, she doesn’t like to let people in. while some may know bits and pieces about her, there aren’t many who know it all.

and there’s a few more things about her here if u wanna look

possible plots

adventure friend! adelaide loves to go out and try something new or do something a bit wild/out of the blue just for fun but always needs that little push before she dives head first so maybe she can go on these escapades with your character or maybe your character can help adelaide learn to stop being so reluctant.

the best friend; someone who is her confidant, her pal, someone who knows of her past and the things she’d rather not have others know. this is someone who is always there for her & in return she is always there for them.

the bad influence; while adelaide isn’t completely straight-edge she still has a sense of naiveté to her. your character loves trouble and chaos but somehow adelaide is drawn to them and they get her to do things she usually wouldn’t

ex-friends; friends turned enemies for whatever reason because idk we can figure it out???

tutor?? someone who has skills that aren’t her strong suit (like weapons training, hand-to-hand combant, sharp shooting, etc) in exchange she can help them out with something they struggle with

and anything else you think would work, i’m open to anything and everything!!

#covertintro #this is highkey a mess im sorry hasjskdj

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HAPPY SEPTEMPTER!

Hi guys! Just wanted to share an update, a bit of the work I’ve been doing for the past couple of days, and what I have planned to do for the upcoming holiday on Monday!

So first semester started, and I have officially completed my second week of Sophomore year! My classes are nice, but I’ve been having a bit of trouble with my online classes, which I can talk about later! Even though I only have two on-campus classes, I am taking 14 credits, so I’m very busy with schoolwork most of the time. Below I’ll start with a summary of my classes and how they’re going! I’ll then talk about my past and future work. Keep in mind this post is gonna be kinda lengthy so if that’s not your thing, probably don’t click below lol.

So, starting from my first class of the week every week! Human Relations.

To start off - my Human Relations class has a lot of notes. We take notes every class - which I like - but we haven’t really done any actual assignments. We did have a quiz over our book’s second chapter (that I missed because I mixed up a holiday and didn’t go to class - I’m dumb lmao) and we watch video clips, but there hasn’t been a big assignment or anything yet which I’m grateful for.

We do this thing in the class called a reading where we talk about a certain celebrity in a given book and what they have to say about surviving college / advice they have altogether, and I really like the vibe it brings to the class. We are going through each student and doing one every class, and it’s a really nice way to start class every day. We all discuss the advice and give our input, which I think is a good way to get everyone involved.

Over all the class is a bit slow as of late, but discussions make it worth it for sure. I’m excited to see what’s to come with this class!

Next is my Digital Communications class!

This class is entirely online, so we do weekly modules and have until Friday of that week to finish all the work, and it’s all very in-depth assignments. Videos, discussion boards, and quizzes are all major parts of our grades for this class. I love all the feedback and discussions we have over certain topics in this class, because it really opens you up and makes you see other’s POV on things!

It’s a very modern class, and I feel like I’m learning about things happening now in real time (just last week I learned about AI Cars and computers that mimic brain activity to work more efficiently) and it’s something I feel is really important when it comes to digital themed classes! Technology is moving fast, so it’s important we keep up.

Just this last week we learned about viral video trends and the era of “The YouTubers / Online Influencers” and it was so interesting! If anyone is interested in the video (which also talks about YouTube’s history and is a really educational video at its core) I will link it here: Viral Video : YouTube Marketing.

If I’m not using an online website to complete an assignment (just last week I had to look up my name and relatives names to see just how easy it is to find people’s information online), I’m usually writing a long reply to a video for a grade, or responding to other student’s replies for a grade as well. Even though it’s a grade it’s all very open and doesn’t feel too grade-ish. We all have great discussions.

The next class I’m not too fond of, just because I slept my way through high school Algebra, is of course: Algebra. Paired with the sleeping and my state just not caring about our education at all in the past, Algebra is really difficult for me this year. I have to re-teach myself everything from scratch and get the help of some of my friends who are good at Alg (u know who you are). It’s been really difficult, but I’ll get there. On the other hand, also been very rewarding when I understand it!

My book for this class was expensive ($103) and I’m trying to take really good care of it. I bought as apposed to rent because I was told to on the syllabus (it came with an online code which we ended up not even needing so hey! waste of money!) but now I’ll probably sell it back to the school library after this term ends to get some of that money back.

The number one thing that has helped me, funnily enough, is memes! My friends and I have made memes relating to rules for certain problems, and it’s really helped. I even went as far as printing off one of the memes and stapling it into my math notebook, just so I can see it when I’m studying! I’ll show it to you just because it makes me laugh:

( Any ARMY’s out there - HMU )

As you can see I rewrote my notes for Math just last night (which I plan on doing from now on) just to refresh my memory and study a bit more on the topics I knew I needed to. Figuring out how least common anything works has been literal hell for me, but I’m slowly starting to learn. It’s a work in progress, for sure.

Apart from that, my teacher never gives us set due dates, and we can take all our tests at home, which is a complete life saver for me. I’m about a week ahead in the class because of all the extra work I’ve been putting in trying to re-learn everything, and I plan to keep it that way. This class is challenging but rewarding. In class my professor lectures for about an hour and a half - two hours depending on how long the chapter is (which is usually maybe like 15 pages?) and we take notes the whole time.

The class is pretty silent so I’ve been trying to ask a lot of questions and talk to the people next to me to help the awkward atmosphere as well. I’m a shy person in general but I can be friendly and this class really needs that sort of attitude from the students. The professor is old and he’s really nice, but he’s not too keen on involving students, so I try and help.

Over all, I like the class. It’s challenging for sure, but that was expected. I’m excited to see where this class goes in the future though!

So to finish this off, I’ll talk about my last class, which has proved to be the most difficult regardless of me doing no work at all for it yet. Geology.

The reason I’ve had so many struggles with this class already is because the way it’s set up is just a big mess if I’m being totally honest.

To make things short (because I wrote this once and it literally deleted on me) I have to use three different websites for this one class, a giant textbook (that should have come with an access code to one of the websites, but didn’t), and the way my teacher creates assignments is Messy. It’s all stuff I’ll have to get used to I guess, so we’ll see how things play out. I really hope I like the material though because if I don’t I won’t hesitate to take a fat W on my manuscript (I’m kidding, but it’d be nice to be able to drop fml).

So, moving on from that, let’s talk about my weekend!

THURSDAY:

So my weekend started early because my HR class was cancelled for Friday, so I went ahead and did all of my Digital Comm. work on Thursday. It was all due that next day on Friday so it was a good thing that I finished it all (it took about four hours) but it was interesting so it wasn’t too bad to do. Apart from that I did a lot of misc. stuff like filled out paperwork for my college and tried writing a little bit. I didn’t do a lot of my homework on Thursday because I knew I had all weekend, so that was pretty much all I did academic wise that day.

FRIDAY:

God himself couldn’t tell you where I was or what I did on Friday. I had a really bad day I think so I kind of just slept the day away. I truly can’t remember. Oh well though, we’re all human, we have bad days!

SATURDAY:

So Saturday (last night) was when I actually got shit done. I finally found motivation to rewrite my Math and HR notes (coffee. coffee was the motivation), and I got them looking really pretty as well as put those memes in, haha. Here’s a picture of a couple pages I rewrote!

So on top of consuming two whole cups of coffee, and binging on MNM’s, I rewrote my notes and then wrote out some emails I needed to send to a couple of my professors. I got a lot done last night which means I’ll have more time to finish what I need to this week!

FUTURE ASSIGNMENTS:

SUNDAY:

So, today is going to be busy. I’m going to spend today doing all of my Geology work, which means catching up on Chapters 1-2, and then starting the work for this week (that is due on Thursday). I’m already a little behind because of getting my book late, so the work is piling slowly. I’ll have to work hard to finish it all by Thursday.

MONDAY:

Monday will be spent finishing any Geology work I didn’t finish today (Sunday), and then doing my Math test (due Wednesday), and all of my Digital Comm. work (due Friday). I want to finish all my work for this week in a big clump by Tuesday at least so I can finally just relax and spend a few days relaxing and then picking up my study routine again on Friday.

So it’s clear these last two weeks have been a mess, but I’m slowly starting to get into a routine. I want to plan a few trips to the library this week to get some work done, and then maybe to the gym on campus! Just so I can see if it’d be somewhere I wanna go in the future. I also want to make it a goal to make a few more friends, and possibly join a club.

I will for sure keep you guys updated, and if you’ve read this far, thank you! I hope you enjoyed reading my ramblings, haha.

Happy September and happy studying!

-Lana.

#studying #study blog #studyblr #studyblr blog #comm major #communications major #college #university

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(this is reply to first ask)

I mean I get it she might have a fight with her sister or not liked her. But messing with food is not right. Yes it is courage to me. I wish I could do that. You make big sister instinct sound very much like mother instinct when child is in trouble. Yeah. We don't have lockers either. I hope you never to experience these kind of thing. It's better to stay in dark.

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[This is for second one]

(don't tempt me I can do 10 pages coz this Dean Winchester hasn't been open about all these stuff)

WHERE WERE YOU ALL THIS TIME??? I could really use some therapy like this. YOU GET ME!!! Im gonna cry😭😭😭😭😭😭

Why haven't I told you this before??? It feels much better now, you're a saviour. Let me hide under the dining table so I can cry some more. If you hear someone weeping just ignore it.😭😭😭

Yeah. All those people in same room coz of that lecture and that was the time when he called me to read out the list.

YES!! EXACTLY?!!!! You understand me!!! That was my reaction too! Dude, I have every reason to avoid you!!! It was really brutal and he was standing just beside me, telling me to read louder and that he can't hear me. No matter how I hard I tried my voice was not gonna be audible till back and he was like I couldn't move on to the next word until everyone heard the previous one. Now, I know how people feel when Gordon Ramsay is standing on their head and yelling at them. He is very insane. And I was also suprised to find out he kept that list. By 3rd or 4th word I was about to cry idk if he noticed break in my voice or what, I was barely managing to hold it together I didn't wanna cry in front of all those people. Then he took the paper and was like go, so I went very fast. I hate to even think about that day. (I wouldn't have told anyone this but I'm anon so no one knows me and it feels better to share)

I don't think he gets about anxiety. Also, I've to talk to him to tell him and I've never talked to him besides answering what he asks or when there's some task I have to do. I also thought that coz I didn't went for few days so he must have realised. And my friends told me that they come looking for me one day idk why. I was very much relieved after he stopped all that crazy hide and seek. Now, you get it. That's why I'm so done with guys. Seriously, I would never do this to anyone if I was a guy.

None taken. My school was all rainbows and unicorns and I wasn't expecting college to a do or die situation. What I think is over here we have very disciplined school system and in college they just leave it up to students like do whatever pleases you that's why everything is so fucked up. Professors are in their own world they don't interfere between students, there's a huge gap between us. They will only help in studies related stuff. Over here, all the colleges have that third button rule and one of my friend who's in other college her seniors give them a dress code which they are supposed to follow. They once told them to wear yellow pants on every Monday, even the guys, so that is funny I think.

(I laughed real hard at that tag😂😂😂 this is a lovely song that I heard in how I met your mother. It's called la vie en Rose)

🎶hold me close and hold fast this spell you cast this is la vie en rose. When you kiss me heaven sighs and though I close my eyes I see la vie en rose🎶

I second that. then let’s unionize and become the warriors of today, running on mother instincts🤝 yeah I hope so too, i’m sorry you did got a taste though💔

*** (I won’t tempt you, but we both know that dean is the most repressed soab on this planet...)

SJDISKK I WAS HERE, WHERE WERE YOU??! i’ll always be available for some therapy talks babe, whenever you need it, hmu😚 noooo dont cryyyy😭😭😭

idk!!! but in your defense, we just met barely two months ago. althouh it feels like i’ve know you forever!! i’m glad you feel better now, my beloved<3 and nooo i’m not a saviour, I was just being a friend I suppose? yeah like i’m gonna hear you cry and just not care. i’ll be joining you with a fresh batch of warm cookies and a dvd player so we could watch lotr💖✨

LITERALLYYY!!! woah he really won’t stop, will he?? pls that gordon ramsay example-💀 oh how very noble of him to let you go, after what though!?😒😒 I don’t blame you for not wanting to recall that memory, just hearing about it sounds awful enough, I can’t imagine how it must’ve been for you. ( talking sometimes is relieving, and yeah being anon is helpful)

won’t be surprised. oooh, so he did realize the toll of his actions, huh? If only he was quicker to that realization. now I get it. seriously, I don’t blame you at all. thank god for girl, am I right?;) I don’t think anyone should do that to anyone periodt.

oh so it’s all cause they’ve given authorization to the students? wait ALL the colleges??? I thought it was only yours that has that stupid rule. a dress code? seriously?? ohhh so they’re doing it for fun? if everyone’s on board, and it’s fun for everyone, I guess that’s alright.

(😂😂👀 ooo another song from that show)

also did you see this post of mine?

🎶when you press me to your heart, I'm in a world apart where roses bloom. and when you speak angels sing from above, everyday words seem to turn into love songs🎶💕

#oh wait I think i’ve listened to the french version of this song before #thee lover anon saga <3

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Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/?

this chapter is specifically targeting @cyborgrhodey who pointed out the significant lack of hurt rhodey. I wanted overprotective tony, we got kinda protective yet insecure tony. its a work in progress. tagging: @prooftonystarkhasaheart, @aceleia, @tonystarkdefencesquad, @bothwaystrustgoes, @inkyubus, @wexfogg, @theclassicvinyldragon (as ever, hmu for tagging!) mobile users, I promise there’s more

Jim panted through the pain, his eyes screwing up at the bare lightbulb swinging above him.

“Who sent you?” The guy asked him. Jim spat in his face.

Smack. His ribs were no longer just bruised, his sight was blurred with his own blood, his ankle was almost definitely broken, and he was pretty sure they’d knocked a tooth loose, but Jim had been through worse with SHIELD’s anti-interrogation. He’d had specialised training off the Black Widow, goddamn it. No way would some petty, small time criminal break him.

“Was it Bannon? Tell me!”

He was actually disappointed that they’d caught him, to be honest. He knew he was better than that. Natasha was going to be pissed. These weren’t even the guys he was investigating, for god’s sake!

Goon number two grabbed his face, squeezing his chin too tightly.

“Boss asked you a question, mate. Better answer it.”

Could you get any more cliche? Jim half believed he’d hear the wannabe mob boss spout some bullshit about making him ‘go swim with the fishes’. Christ. Wasn’t it Barton who was supposed to get captured and beaten by shitty B-rated villains? His head felt fuzzy, and black spots had begun to invade his vision before the goon let up. The sound of gunfire outside made him attempt to rouse himself, as he watched his captors flail and panic.

There was a shock of red to his left, and the goon to his right went down as an arrow hit him in the jugular. But really, Jim started to smile when he spotted the familiar mess of brunet hair and askew glasses stepped forward.

“Someone wanna tell me where my agent is? I seem to have lost him somewhere.”

Jim woke up to the faint sound of someone humming. There was a weight on his stomach, and relaxed as he recognized Romanov’s typical ‘waiting room’ pose - her feet on his middle as she flicked through the glossy magazines SHIELD medics. It had been a while since he was in this position rather than Barton, she must have been glad of the change. He tried to sit up, and groaned as his ribs protested. Nat looked up, discarding her magazine in favour of gently pushing him down.

“Идиот.” She cupped his cheek in her hand. “If you ever do that again, I will kill you.”

“Love you too, Tash.” He croaked, wincing at the dryness of his voice. She held up a straw for him to take, and he looked up at her gratefully. “What happened?”

“Your boy is crazy,” She smirked at him, as he stared at her in confusion. “Carbonell. He tracked you down. Got a plane to Boston, pulled a favour with Coulson - don’t ask, I have no idea what it was - and got us involved.”

“Huh.” Was Jim’s genius reply. So maybe he was still a little out of it. Romanov’s smirk softened, showing that she’d noticed.

“Go back to sleep, James. I’ll keep watch.”

Sparring post mission was out, what with Jim’s injuries. He’d checked out of SHIELD’s infirmary AMA, desperate for a night in his own bed. Other than the ribs, ankle and his mouth - the fuckers had cracked a tooth, goddamnit - he was pretty much okay, if you counted that his entire body felt like a giant bruise okay. He was SHIELD fine, and that’s what counted. He was ready to go home. There was just one thing Jim needed to do first.

Shuffling into R & D, Jim nodded genially at the few agents he knew. The air smelled like hot metal, even in the coding room, but opening the workshop doors Jim was enveloped in the warmth of several forges, and the loud yells of the head of R & D.

“-Simpson, why can’t you understand that - no, no, this is not a lab there are different rules here, don’t touch that! I keep telling you -Rhodes? What the hell are you doing out of bed?”

The agent Carbonell had been berating scuttled off, shooting Jim a grateful look as he left. Jim rolled his eyes. Carbonell was no worse than any of the other superiors at SHIELD - where any wrong move could be your last. He was better than Jim’s first drill sergeant, that’s for sure. With his exit, Jim and Carbonell were alone in the normally crowded workshop, so he took the opportunity to drop the formalities he usually had in front of junior agents.

“I’m heading home. Figured I’d check in first, see how much better you’ve gotten since I was away…” Jim felt his lips twitch into a smile which he didn’t bother to smother. Raising an eyebrow, Carbonell spun around to meet his eyes.

“You’re on crutches, honeybear. I somehow doubt even you have the skills to beat my ass right now.” The corner of Carbonell’s eyes crinkled.

“The way you were hitting last week? I think I could take you in wheelchair.”

“Rhodeybear, why must you hurt me in this way,” Pouting, the quartermaster turned back to his workbench. “If you’re not going to be nice, I don’t want to play with you.”

Limping over, Jim looked over the smaller man’s shoulder. He was no slouch in the brain department but it still took him a few moments to make sense of what Carbonell’s notes said. It looked like he was creating-

“A tracker?”

“Emergency location implant, actually. This is just the prototype, I’ve got to do some more coding before it’s good to go.”

Jim stared at his handler. The man had his back turned to him, but Jim could see the flush creeping up the back of his neck, the minute trembling of his shoulders. Then suddenly, it clicked.

“You know it’s not your fault, right?”

Whirling around, Carbonell met Jim’s eyes, and Jim was shocked to see anger in his expression, anger and guilt.

“You were off grid for like, twelve hours!” Carbonell threw his hands up. “One minute you were there, the next, you weren’t answering your comm and I couldn’t track you through CCTV.”

“I’m an agent, Carbonell. I knew the risks when I took the job at SHIELD.” Jim watched Carbonell take a deep breath. “I made a mistake, I got caught, I learned my lesson. I came home with a few bruises.”

“And what about next time? Next time, you don’t come home, and I’ve got to call your mother and your niece and tell them sorry, Jimmy isn’t coming home? You’re my agent, my responsibility!” Chest heaving, Carbonell poked a finger into Jim’s (uninjured) shoulder.

Bizarrely, all Jim could feel was a little touched that his handler remembered him talking about his family. He put his hand on Carbonell’s shoulder, squeezing lightly. The fight was slow to drain out of the quartermaster, but Jim was patient.

“And you did your job. I came home, because of you.”

Sighing, Carbonell shrugged his hand off of his shoulder, slumping. He turned back to the tracker. Jim took the hint, and began to shuffle off. He had a feeling that they would revisit this argument again, sometime.

“Oh and Tony?” He called, his eyes tracking the way Carbonell tensed. “Thank you.”

With that, he let himself out.

Home safe, Jim allowed himself to fall onto his couch, ignoring the way his injuries protested. Despite knowing that there was a perfectly good bed in the next room, he really couldn’t be bothered to move. Jim was exhausted - as wrung out as a wet rag, as his dad used to say.

Finally, the blinking light of his answering machine forced him up, and not for the first time, cursed Coulson for worrying his mother after three terse messages demanding he call her. Lila made her own call, telling him about her new science project and how Uncle Jim, you really need to come and help me with it which he already knew was a lie. Two threats from his landlord and a curt ‘get well’ message from Hill that made him smile, and finally:

“All senior field agents are encouraged to attend a debriefing on the future use of Emergency Location Implants within the coming weeks. Contact the Quartermaster for further information.”

next up, we see how rhodey became a thing. @ tony, work with me this time.

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My First Kiss at the Public Execution - 6

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10 - PART 11

a/n: posting this earlier than like midnight cus im gon to see princess mononoke in the theaters tonight and im so fucking hyped i know if i dont do this now i’ll prolly forget for two days so enjoy!! tell me what you think!

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Warning: just a couple of frisky makout scenes, it’s setting up for next chapter with will be very fun to write

Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy

word count: 3,541

i wake alone in a woman's room i hardly know i wake alone and pretend that i am finally home

"Really?" Mae asked eyeing the two relatively small boxes that sat on the bare mattress, "That's all?"

"Yeah I guess, it's mostly clothes and gear," I replied as I slung the black duffel bag over my shoulders then grabbing one case.

"You don't even have a TV?" she questioned, lifting the last box and heading out the door.

"I never really wanted one," I shrugged as I took one final look back at the small room I had resided in for the past few years since I'd left Amity for good. I didn't feel much of anything as I let the door shut behind me. Most of the time I spent there was sleeping or getting dressed, my strongest memory was when I first saw it.

Once I passed initiation and was an official member of Dauntless, I was assigned to this space. We had to spend at least a year here before applying for an apartment, but I never bothered to move out. Until now, that is. Passively accepting what is given to you is very much an Amity trait. It's more Dauntless to demand better, to take what you deserve.

We joked and laughed as we lugged my possessions across the compound. Being around Mae made me smile, I could relax in her company.

"It's been bugging me, so I have to ask," I began as we passed The Chasm, "Where did Jason get his wedding tattoo? I mean he doesn't have a left hand, let alone a ring finger."

Mae gave me a smug look before stating, "On his cock," as my eyebrows shot up.

"Seriously?" I asked in a hushed tone, looking at her wide-eyed.

"No! Of course not," Mae scoffed, throwing her head back with contagious laughter. I couldn't help but smile with her. I should've expected this, she had recently started teasing me for how gullible I could be at times.

"Phew," she finally said, still chuckling as she balanced the box on the railing, freeing a hand to wipe away a tear, "You will believe anything," she grinned at me, "but no, he just got it on his right hand."

"Drum roll please!" Mae buzzed as she punched the code into the keypad before swinging the door open, "Welcome to your brand new, though gently used, humble abode!"

I hummed and nodded as I looked around the small room, "I think I've got about four square feet of extra space over the old place," I joked looking back at her.

"And this sweet kitchenette," she added, pointing to the left side of the room with her thumb. There was a small half size fridge with a butcher block countertop above it, a two burner gas stove, and sink, "You don't have to rush to the mess hall for breakfast any more, talk about leisurely mornings. And check this out," she crossed the small space to a door, turning the knob, "This is why I moved out of the dorms, your own shower! No more of that communal co-ed washroom bullshit."

I poked my head past her looking in, "That's about all that's in there," I commented as I studied the closet with a toilet and shower. I stepped back as she closed the door and looked around the small room again and I liked it, I even had a window now.

"Thank you, Mae," I stated with a wide smile as I turned to face her.

"Don't worry," she replied waving her hands, but I could see she was pleased with my reaction, "Listen I got a spare TV, so I'll bring it over tonight after work and I'll show you all my favorite programs, ok?"

"Yeah that sounds awesome, I can't wait," I agreed as she walked to the exit.

"Alright, I'll see you then, just after dinner," she finalized before closing the door.

While toweling my hair, I stepped out of the shower humming, "Stamp and dance be nimble and merry," I mumbled to myself as I looked at my new room. I had spent all day arranging and rearranging the handful of furniture I had until it was perfect and I was exhausted.

"But watch the fire and try to be wary," I continued, as I closed my eyes, leaning forward, and wrapping my hair tight in the towel to dry. It was one of my favorite songs from Amity that was sung around the weekly bonfire, I could never forget it.

"For you must know I have no warm bed," I slid open the folding closet doors to reveal my dresser, I moved it in there to save floor space. Once it was tucked away I was able to arranged my bed and small futon back to back in the center of the room, the couch facing the door, and the bed set so I could see out the window as I laid down. I was very excited about the new bed, it was twice as wide as my last one so I had plenty of room to stretch out.

I dug through the dresser looking for underwear to pull on, "And when it's cold I need it instead," I sang as I pulled an oversized t-shirt above my head, letting it settle around my shoulders as there was a knock on the door. "One second," I called out as I quickly tugged up a pair of shorts.

I hurried over to the door at the second knock, "Sorry, I just got out of the-," I began as I looked up, expecting to see Mae with a monitor. Instead I was greeted by the tall, broad frame of Eric in my door way.

"Oh, hello," I stammered, thrown off balance by his sudden appearance, "Sorry, I was expecting someone else, a friend."

"I heard you were moving," Eric spoke, ignoring me as he pushed past into my apartment, "I brought you this," he handed me a bottle of liquor, "A house warming gift," he explained without making eye contact as he strode around my room inspecting the small space.

"Thanks, but I don't really like whiskey," I replied inspecting the bottle.

"That's fine, just save it for the next time I visit," he responded taking a seat on my mattress, "Not bad," he nodded before eyeing at me, "Need help breaking it in?"

I gave an exasperated sigh as I set the glass bottle on the coffee table and crossed over to him, "My friend Mae is going to be here any moment, you need to leave," I said as I grabbed and tugged at his arm, giving a futile attempt to dislodge him from his seat.

"But I don't want to," Eric shot as he jerked his arm back, leading me to stumble forward. He quickly wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me sideways onto his lap.

"Cut this out," I said as he gripped my waist, leaning forward to bite my throat. I pushed on his shoulders trying to back up, but he held me in place. I felt my resolve crack as he slowly ran his nose up along the column of my neck.

"Don't you want to spend time with me?" he questioned with a low voice into my ear. I whined as I wrapped an arm behind his neck, inching myself closer to him as his fingers danced around the hem of my shirt, acting as a catalyst to the fire under my belly. I brought my face forward, nipping at his top lip as he grinned, leaning backwards slightly.

"Hey Mott, I brought the TV," Mae called out, pushing the door open with her back. She paused in her tracks once she finally turned to fully face Eric and I, "Oh, uh, my bad," she stammered, averting her eyes to look at the wall.

"No," I started frantically, pushing myself away from Eric while his grip was slack, "Eric was just about to go," I looked at him quickly catching his furious glare, "He's leaving now."

Eric let a out a scoff as he stood up, pushing past me to the door, which he proceeded to slam behind himself.

"Sorry," I mumbled, avoiding Mae's eyes as I tugged on my fingers, "I was trying to tell him to leave, that I was expecting you, but he can be, uh, persuasive," I stammered as she set the screen onto the coffee table.

"Hey, you don't have to apologize to me," she joked in a light tone as she moved to hook the television up. I sighed and relaxed, letting my shoulders slump as I moved forward to help her.

"I do have to ask though," she started, looking up, "Does Eric know about Rachel?"

I gnawed on my lip, hesitant to answer, "No he doesn't, but it's not like it matters. I haven't heard from her in two and a half weeks," I explained, watching as Mae's face drooped with sympathy.

"I'm sorry," she added, resting a hand on my arm, "That really sucks. But hey, it's her loss," she added as she squeezed my shoulder. I tried to return her smile as we plugged in the last wires.

I blinked slowly in the morning sunlight, confused for a second at where I was. It took a moment for me to gain enough consciousness to gather my bearings but then I remembered, I was in my new apartment where I lived alone. I felt a long familiar pang in my chest at the reminder of my solitude and unconsciously let my thoughts drift back to the details of Layla.

I thought of how I'd idly wrap the spirals of her hair around my finger, laying with her in the grass when we were young and free from responsibility. Free to spend the day together doing as we pleased, even if that was nothing. I wished to look at her now, across the bed sheets from me, sharing my blankets. I could see in my mind how her curls would spill across the pillow, like the vines of ivy snaked across the decayed concrete overpass in Amity. I reached out slowly, running my fingers through the air where her cheek would be, imagining there was something to touch.

How different would my life in Dauntless have been if Layla had joined me? Part of me swore I could have helped her, kept her from being discovered, but she never even gave me that chance.

With a deep sighed I closed my eyes and rolled over, pushing myself up from under the bedding. I sat on the edge of the mattress, trying to prepare myself for the day ahead as I avoided looking over my shoulder to the empty bed that I occupied alone.

I spent most of my time perched on the floor, resorting all the scattered files. It turned out to be an extensive process, first having to return the loose leafs to their proper folder, then organizing said folders. I spent day in and day out flipping through pages and sorting through files on the floor of Eric's office.

I grew stiff spending the long hours curled up on the hard tiles. I swore that I'd go to the gym today, I even brought my gym pack with me so I could head there straight away. I heard my joints pop as I stood up and stretched. Checking the clock I noted it was dinner time. Most everyone would be in the mess hall so the gym will likely be empty as I preferred. That's what I hoped for, but unfortunately things didn't go according to plan.

I hadn't taken two steps in to the rec room when I found myself face to face with Eric. I groaned, annoyed that I could never seem to keep away from him.

"Surprising seeing you here," he smirked, about to exit the door I had just entered, "Don't want to get too flabby, people might start to question if you're actually a soldier," he chided as he walked pass. I stood there fuming for a minute before I turned on my heel and stormed into the men's locker room, following him.

"I'd be able to work out more if I didn't have to spend countless hours sorting out the mess you made!" I shouted, catching him by surprise as he pulled his shirt off.

"You mean the mess we made?" Eric challenged, quirking an eyebrow as he emphasized the word 'we'.

"No way, you were the one who knocked everything over," I returned pointing my finger at him as he rested his hands on his hips.

"Really?" he replied taking a step closer to me, "You really think you weren't complicit in the act? It was entirely your fault," he pressed as he looked down at me, I stood my ground, refusing to step away, "After all, you were the one who kissed me.

"It almost makes me wonder why you followed me in here," Eric continued as he studied me with his eyes.

"I came in here to call you an idiot," I spat at him as he moved in closer.

"Is that all you came in here for?" Eric asked, lowering his head toward my ear, "There was nothing else that you wanted from me?" he shifted his legs, pushing one foot between mine as his lips ghosted across the edge of my ear. I swallowed hard before answering, hoping to stifle the tremor in my voice that he caused.

"No?" I stammered, my tone unsure. Part of me wanted to run away but then he began to nip and kiss my jawbone and I couldn't help but rest my hands on his bare chest as he grabbed my middle. He pulled back, sitting down on the bench behind him as his fingers trailed along the sides of my legs, encouraging me forward. I bit my lip as I followed his lead, resting my knees on either side of him while avoiding his smug expression. I shivered at his touch as his fingers trailed up my spine underneath the cotton of my shirt.

"There's nothing you want from me?" he questioned again his lips dangerously close to mine as he pushed my hips down against his semi hard bulge. I closed my eyes, whining at the sensation of him under me before I choked out a response.

"I want you to say my name."

"Now why would I do that?" he smirked, teasing at the skin of my neck.

"Because I want you to," I stated, pushing back slightly to catch his gaze.

"Hmm," he hummed, narrowing his eyes as if considering my request, "No."

I acted on impulse and unabashedly slid one hand down his abdomen, snaking my fingers between our hips to cup his erection through his gym shorts, "I want you to say my name," I reiterated, pushing against him.

"No," he maintained as his trademark crooked smirk grew into a grin. It was obvious he was enjoying this game. I felt hypnotized by his hungry stare as I cautiously slid my palm upwards, letting my fingers dip under his waistband while leaning forward.

"Say my name," I whispered in his ear trying a new tactic, allowing my warm breath dance across his skin and cartilage. I could hear Eric let out a low growl as his hands drifted north from my thighs, gripping the soft flesh of my bottom. I stalled my hand, allowing my fingertips to just barely tease his lower wisps of hair, "I just want you to say my name."

Before Eric could reply the locker room door swung open with the laughter of three men echoing off the tiles. I snapped back to reality in an instant as the clouds that fogged my mind quickly dispersed. Without hesitation I climbed off of Eric's lap. Grabbing my bag, I bolted towards the exit, bustling past the group of intruders.

I couldn't believe that I'd fallen into his trap again. I cursed myself for being caught with him as I stopped in the hall just outside the doors, trying to catch my breath. I knew what kind of rumors this behavior would inspire. I turned my head to the side, hearing the nondescript sound of Eric yelling profanities at the others. I couldn't imagine that he was happy with this turn of events.

Once back at my place I clamped my fists over my eyes and dropped to the floor, slumped against the inside of my apartment door. I don't know why I continued to let this happen and I hated myself for it. I could swear that I despised him a hundred times over, but then once Eric put his hands on me I immediately turned into putty, eager to bend to his will. I cursed myself with an exasperated sigh.

Dropping my hands I looked up and my eyes came to rest upon the glass bottle of amber liquid on the coffee table. I had forgotten about it, leaving it out to eventually collect dust days ago. Shifting my legs, I knelt forward and wrapped my fingers around the neck of the bottle. Twisting open the cap there was a satisfying crack as the seal broke before I lifted it to my lips, taking a hefty drink. I was quick to pull away, coughing and sputtering at first in response to the bitter taste before I brought the bottle back for another gulp.

After another drink or two I managed to stand up and stumble three feet over to the couch. I grabbed the remote clicking on the television as I took another drink, still grimacing at the taste. The screen blinked to life pulling up the last channel I had been watching with Mae. She had a thing for cartoons and now there were five animated women singing, "Face it like a grown up, when you gunna own up that you got-," I cut them off changing the channel. I continued to press the button, absently scanning through the different programs without really processing what they were as I sipped absently at the bottle.

The next thing I know, I'm blinking at the morning sun as it shines in my face. I groaned as I rolled over, twisting my bed sheets tighter around my legs. Eventually I sat up, stretching as a I yawned. Moving to throw my legs over the edge of the bed I noticed the half empty bottle on the side table with a piece of paper taped to it. I tugged the note loose and immediately recognized the neat handwriting, everything in caps. The note simply read, 'I thought you didn't like whiskey' without a signature.

I kept my head down all day, too embarrassed to even look at Eric. I tried my hardest to just focus on my work, plowing forward like Sisyphus with this mound of paperwork. I could feel the note in my pocket every time I shifted, hyper aware of it's presence. All day I wanted to say something to him, but each time I tried to get my nerves up I hesitated. I'm not quite sure why, I knew for a fact that was his handwriting. But maybe it could've been someone else. Though who else would would've taken the time to tuck me into bed? At the end of the day I stood to leave, gathering my things before I headed out.

"Mott," Eric barked, causing me to jump before stopping in my steps. He stood and rounded the corner of his desk so he stood in front of me, "Go have a quick dinner and wash up, I expect to meet you in The Pit at six o'clock sharp. We're going out." I was confused for a second not sure if he was giving me orders or asking me on a date.

"Yes, sir," I nodded as I dipped my hand into my pocket to grab the note, "Did you leave this?" I asked, holding it out to him.

"Of course, and you're lucky I came to check up on you," he smirked as he took the small piece of paper, "I found you face first in the rug with Bob Ross playing." I had a quick flash of a hazy memory, watching a show about painting trees and adoring every second.

"Well, thanks," I replied avoiding his eye contact. He moved his arm, resting his fingers under my chin, guiding me to face him as he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Wear something nice," he added, moving his mouth close to my ear before stepping away and returning to his seat.

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10 - PART 11

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