#not looking forward to waking up at 5:30am tomorrow though

[finnickodaiir]

At the airport!

[flowxrtimmy]

Birthday Retreat, Part 2 (t.b.)

Tom comes by on your birthday to surprise you, and oh what a surprise it turns into

please enjoy :) xx

July 16th, Tuesday

Your birthday was amazing so far. You had woken up around 8am, which was a nice break compared to your usual wake up time of 5:30am. Before you went to bed the night before, you made sure to chill some bottled coffees you got from the store, so waking up knowing you had those just made you excited to get out of bed. You used the farm fresh eggs Tom had told you about to make some scrambled eggs and toast, and god it was amazing.

Other than another quick grocery run that morning due to deciding you needed a couple more things for dinner, you had spent most of the day just lounging by the pool, catching up on reading. The best part about it was knowing that work was miles away, and you didn’t have to worry about a single thing because you’re too far away to care. For lunch, Tom had asked you what your favorite sandwich was, which led to him serving you a peanut butter and jelly poolside. It just made your desire for him grow more and more.

Currently, you were in the living room of the guesthouse, having just made yourself your favorite dinner, which consisted of penne pasta with tomato sauce that you made from scratch, topped with mozzarella cheese. Having a small bit of hope, you made extra to offer to Tom the next time you saw him. The TV was playing a random movie you found, and you just felt so at peace. However, a knock at the door brought you back to reality. You stood, walking over to the door, and peeking out of the side window to see Tom waiting. Your stomach did a flip as you quickly opened the door, smiling wide as you saw him standing there, holding a cake. You gasped when you saw it, a huge smile on your face. “Oh my god! You did not have to do this!” You stepped to the side so he could enter the house.

“Of course I did, love! Happy Birthday!” He smiled as he said it for probably the twentieth time that day. He walked in, holding the store bought cake in his hand. The label on the side indicated it was a marble cake, and it had a pretty lavender colored frosting. He set the cake down on the table as you shut the door. “I didn’t have them write anything on it, I think it already looked perfect.”

You leaned over the table, looking at the top of the cake. Along with the lavender frosting, there were white flowers piped onto the cake, along with white sprinkles around the border. It was so perfect. “You’re right.” You turned to him and smiled. “It’s perfect just the way it is.” It was quiet for a moment as you two smiled at each other, but you broke the silence as you pointed towards the fridge. “Um, I actually made some extra dinner, in case you wanted to try it.”

“Well isn’t that sweet? However I did just eat before coming over here, but I definitely want to try it sometime before you go home.”

Hearing that made your face fall a bit. You weren’t upset that he had just eaten, you were upset because you knew you forgot you had to go home tomorrow, and that this beautiful time wouldn’t last forever.

He must’ve noticed, because he took a step forward, and set a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. There’s still a whole night and morning to come, I’m sure we can make it memorable. You want to have some cake? I brought candles.”

The mention of candles made you smile wide. You originally weren’t going to have candles, as you planned on having a fire outside and making s’mores, but now you were able to make a wish after all. “Yeah, absolutely! Can we uh, skip the singing, though? Not a fan of it.”

He nodded in understanding. “Absolutely! Also, one thing we do in my family is we use four candles. One for luck, one for health, one for peace, and one for the wish. Would you want to do that?”

You had never heard of that before, but it was actually an incredible idea. “Yeah! That’s an incredible idea, I may have to steal it from you.” You both laughed as he took the cover off the cake. You lifted it up off of the table so he could take the sticker off that was on both the lid and the base that the cake sits on. Once he set the lid aside you gently put the cake back down on the table, smiling at him as he pulls the pack of candles out of his pocket.

“Alright, so do you prefer gold or silver?”

You thought for a moment. “Silver, it matches the cake.”

He nodded, opening the pack and putting three silver candles in, followed by a single gold one. “Okay, so the gold one is your wish candle. Perfect decision, huh?” He smiled at you, getting a fuzzy feeling as he noticed the slight blush on your face.

“Yeah, it worked out beautifully.” You were definitely stealing the candle concept. “I think I saw some matches in one of the drawers earlier.” You walked to the counter, pulling open one of the drawers to see a pack of them. “Bingo!” Grabbing the matches, you shut the door, heading back to Tom. “Now these, I’m not sure if I trust myself with them. I’m more of a lighter girl when it comes to candles.” You said, laughing a bit as you handed Tom the box.

“That’s not a problem!” He slid the box open, grabbing a match and lighting it against the side of the box. You watched as he lit the candles one by one, the gold one last. “One last thing, it doesn’t matter if you blow them out separately or all together. The magic remains all the same.” He gave you a smile, setting a gentle hand on your arm. “I’m really glad I was able to do this with you. Happy Birthday, love.”

With that you shut your eyes, making your wish, and opening them as you blew out the candles, a wide smile on your face once they were all blown out, laughing as Tom cheered for you. “Tom, I can’t even begin to tell you how happy this made me. I think this might be one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had.”

“You deserve it. When you told me yesterday that you were here for your birthday, I really wanted to do something to make it special for you.” He removed the candles, throwing them away before he walked over to one of the drawers, opening it and grabbing two forks, but returned to the table with no plates.

You looked down at the forks, confused, but all became clear when he stuck one of them into an end piece, and brought the fork with the cake on it to your lips. He was fucking feeding it to you, and you swore you fell in love right there. You opened your mouth, shutting your eyes as you shut your mouth, Tom pulling the fork out. As you chewed, you opened your eyes to see Tom looking at you, a smirk evident on his face. Swallowing the cake, you raised a brow, but barely had any time to react before he brought a handful of cake up, gently shoving it onto your face. You gasped and laughed loudly. “You…you....biscuithead!” You wasted no time in grabbing your own handful of cake, shoving it right back in his face. “Take that!”

He let out a loud laugh. “Oh you are so in for it!”

With that, you ran out of the kitchen, him following not far behind you. You made it to the staircase that led straight into the bedroom, carefully going up the steep-ish steps, and that ended up before your downfall, because as soon as you both made it to the top, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you from behind, lifting you up. You squealed and laughed. “Hey! Put me down!” You cried out, still laughing while trying to squirm out of his grip.

He stepped further into the room, setting you down once you were both far enough away from the stairs.

You turned to face him, laughing at the cake on his face. “We look like Alex and Henry after the cake falls on them.”

Letting out a laugh, he stepped closer. “Wow, I actually understood that reference.” It went quiet after that as he took another step. The smiles from both your faces had faded, now replaced with a look of lust. It was obvious, you two wanted the same thing.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you stepped closer and pulled him into a kiss, his lips tasting sweet from the cake. You felt him wrap his arms around you as he kissed back, his hands resting on your lower back. The frosting smeared across both pairs of lips as you two kissed, Tom moving his hands to your back legs, lifting you up as you wrapped your legs around your waist. He carried you to the bed without breaking the kiss, setting you down on it as he pulled away. You laid back, using your elbows as support.

Tom looked down at you, and couldn’t help but laugh at the cake smeared on your face, knowing he looked the same. “Hold on, I’m gonna grab a towel.” He stepped into the bathroom connected to the room, grabbing one of the clean spare towels, walking back into the room. “Here, you go first.” He sat on the bed, holding out the towel for you.

You sat up, quickly taking it from him and wiping the frosting off your face. “We’re a mess.” You spoke, laughing and holding the towel back towards Tom.

He laughs, taking it and wiping his face clean before tossing the towel aside and gently pushing you back into a lying position, straddling your legs. “But we make do.” With that, he leaned down and kissed you once more, his hands running down your sides.

As you two made out on the bed, you think about how crazy it was that you almost decided not to do this, and now here you are, having one of the best birthdays of your life. You were pulled back into the moment as he began to kiss down to your neck, gently sucking on it as his fingers hooked around the waist of your shorts.

He gently pulled back a bit, looking down at you. “Are you okay?” Once he got a nod of approval, he smiled. “Can I take these off?”

“I loved that you asked, absolutely.” You smiled as you felt him pull the shorts down your legs, along with your underwear. Once they were tossed aside, you gently sat up, him still straddling your legs as you pulled his shirt up, watching as he lifted his arms to help you out. Once it was off and tossed aside, you quickly took yours off, leaving you in nothing since you didn’t wear a bra after changing out of your swimsuit. “I think I want to leave this on.” You told him, referring to the bra.

“That’s completely okay.” He kissed you again, his hardness evident through his pants, and you could also feel it against your legs. He ran his hands up your sides as he pulled off and began kissing down your neck once more, but this time he didn’t stop at your neck.

You laid your head back and relaxed as he kissed down your chest, focusing on kissing your breasts. You were fucking soaked. From the moment he first picked you up at the top of the stairs, you were getting wetter by the second. “Oh fuck, I want you, Tom.”

He looked up at you, and smirked. “You already have me, baby.” He moved off the bed, and grabbed your legs, pulling you down the bed a bit so you were closer to the edge. “And I’m not going anywhere.” With that, he opened your legs, and kissed your inner thighs until he finally reached your pussy, running his tongue along it. “Mm, such a pretty pussy, too.”

“Thank you, Tom.” You had to think, did he come over hoping for this? Had he thought about this last night and today like you did? Did he fantasize about this too? Even if he didn’t, what mattered now is that it was actually happening.

“You’re welcome, petal.” He hums, his tongue already getting to work as he flicks it in and out of you, his hands gripping your thighs. He looked up at you as he tongue fucked you, watching as you threw your head back in pleasure, the sounds of your moans filling the room.

“Fuck, Tommy. I think I’m close.” Saying that was a mistake, because as soon as the last word left your mouth, he pulled off. You whined at the emptiness, but it was cut off by him standing and pulling you up into a kiss, your wetness still very evident on his face, and you had to admit, it was fucking hot. Once he pulled away, you could feel the substance on your face. You looked at him with a smirk. “We keep ending up with the same stuff smeared on our faces.”

This caused him to let out a loud laugh, his hands resting on your hips. “I told you, baby, we’re a mess together.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Now, tell me what you want.”

You thought for a moment, then smiled when an idea hit you. “I wanna ride you, Tommy.”

His face lit up at this, and he nodded. “Oh petal, that would be amazing. I did bring a condom, um, I’ve been kind of thinking about this quite a bit since yesterday.”

He WAS thinking of it! You did a little happy dance inside your head as you nodded happily. “Great minds think alike, then.” With that you stepped to the side, watching as he got onto the bed. Once he was laid back and situated, you finally got to do what you were so patiently waiting for. You got on top of him, and gripped the waist of his pants, pulling them down along with his briefs, getting even more excited when his cock sprung free. You had to stop what you were doing because you were fucking mesmerized. It had to be probably the best one you’ve seen. Well, you’ve only seen two including his, but his was definitely better. “Oh fuck, I love your cock, Tommy.”

“Oh yeah, babygirl? Why don’t you show me how much?” He watched as you got the clothing items removed, and grabbed the condom from one of the pockets before tossing them aside.

You tossed him the condom to open, and quickly brought his length into your mouth as you heard the wrapper open.

His eyes went WIDE. “Oh, fuck!” He yelled out in surprise, not expecting you to go down on him so suddenly. “You’re being a good fucking girl, petal.”

You pulled off with a giggle, taking the now opened condom from his hand, and rolling it onto his dick. “Oh I’m just full of surprises, Tommy.” Once the condom was on you moved up, adjusting yourself so your entrance aligned with his cock. “You ready?” You asked, looking him straight in the eye.

“Fuckin’ born ready, petal.”

With that, you slowly lowered yourself onto him, gasping at how his cock stretched your walls. “You’re so fucking big, baby.”

“Mm, and you’re so fucking tight, babygirl. Take your time, I want you to be comfortable.” He had locked eye contact with you, the only thing you two were fully focused on were each other.

You took a moment to adjust, before moving again, this time moving farther down onto him. The further down you went, the easier it became to move. As you slowly got used to him, you reached a hand out, intertwining your fingers with his as you slowly began to move up and down on his dick. The only thing that lit the room was a bedside lamp, since you didn’t even bother opening the curtains today. As you moved up and down, you threw your head back as his length went in and out of you.

He gripped your thigh with his free hand tightly as you rode him, moaning and letting out a breathy “fuck” when you picked up the pace. He could feel his climax starting to build, and he shut his eyes, resting his head back on the pillow. “Oh, I’m so fucking close, petal. You’re so fucking good to me.”

Knowing he was close brought you closer to your orgasm, you could feel it building up, and you released his hand, setting both your hands on his chest as you went faster, throwing your head back and screaming “fuck!” when you finally unravel, finishing around his cock, the orgasm coursing through your body, it was the best fucking orgasm you’ve had in your years of using toys and only having sex one other time.

As you came around him, he moaned loudly as his load shot into the condom, his fingers gripping into your thigh as he rode out his orgasm. “Fuck, petal! That was fucking incredible, you’re fucking incredible, y’know that?”

You stayed on him for a few minutes, catching your breath. Once you both had taken a moment, you smiled as you slid off of him, sitting on the bed next to his legs as you removed the condom from his dick, tying it off before tossing it into a small trash can near the bed. “Remind me to take that out before I leave.” You then lay down next to him, setting a hand on his bare chest as he wraps an arm around you. “Hey, after we chill for a bit, can we make a campfire and make s’mores?” You looked up at him with a hopeful smile.

He looked down at you and chuckled, kissing your forehead. “Anything for the birthday girl. Did you enjoy your gift?”

Snuggling up closer to him, you smiled widely. “It was the best one I’ve ever received.”

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Counting My Blessings

So I vented in a post a little while ago, but now I want to share some things that have me feeling very happy and grateful.

Day off tomorrow, and I'm going to keep my feet up (broken toes included, ofc) and stay in my jammies until at least noon. I have two lovely roleplays to write replies to, and even though I'm sure to conk out before 9pm tonight (due to being up for work at 5:30am this morning) I know I'll wake up sometime in the wee hours and will want to write. That gives me joy, and I'm very grateful to my two rp partners for giving me these to look forward to.

I'll have the Olympics on in the background, because they make me happy--I have so many wonderful memories of enjoying them with people that I love.

And I'm treating myself to takeout from the Olive Garden in a little while, and that will see me through supper tonight and lunch tomorrow, plus a midnight snack when I get peckish while I write in the wee hours.

I just figured it's good to share my simple joys, and counterbalance the work woes that seem to overshadow my blog these days. Wishing everyone who reads this some simple, quite blessings of their own. xx

[withabackpackandcamera]

March 26th, 2021

Day 3: The Long Reverse Hike at Haleakala National Park Sandwiched Between Sunrise and Sunset

Man do I dislike waking up in the wee hours of the morning before the sun is even close to rising… But it was something that I had to endure today in order to view one of the gems of Maui (a gem that supposedly only 50 private parties of people can enjoy a day (probably excluding tour company groups)): sunrise at the summit of Haleakala Crater.

Because sunrise was scheduled for 6:20am or so, we had set our alarms for 4:00am with the goal of leaving the AirBnB at 4:30am. We ended up getting out of there around 4:45amafter cleaning up and checking out. The drive out to Haleakala National Park was supposed to take about an hour given the dark, windy, switchback roads that we had to drive up but luckily, the drive was smooth and without issue, and we arrived at the national park gate entrance at around 5:45am. 

We thought we were good on time with that arrival time but little did we know that there was still quite a bit of a slow, windy drive left to get to the actual summit from the entrance gate. And that sunrise was quickly approaching with the sky slowly lighting up over us. Nervous that we might actually miss the sunrise, I charged up the mountain to the summit, zooming through curves while racing down the straight parts of the road. Eventually, I had to make a decision on where to view the sunrise since I was presented with two options along the route: the Visitors Center or Red Hill (or Pu'u'ula'ula). Not knowing which one provided the best vantage point and view of the sunrise (since I didn’t do my research ahead of time), I decided to drive up to the very top of the summit at Red Hill, located at 10,023 feet above sea level, to view the sunrise and got to the parking lot about ten minutes or so before the spectacle was scheduled to happen. 

I jumped out of the car after parking and ran up to a spot on the hill where I saw some others standing and planted my tripod on the ground and set up for the sunrise shot I was hoping to capture. The scene around us was beautiful. A red-colored rocky landscape with a road winding down the slopes in front of us. Haleakala Crater with its jagged rim backlit by the ever-brightening sky behind it underneath which sat a rug of clouds blanketing the ocean views beneath it. Soon enough, Cynthia and I and the rest of the crowd around us spotted the bright orange ball of a sun rising past the horizon of clouds and peeking at us from a distance. As the sun slowly rose in the sky, it created a gorgeous scene of warm lights and shadows that didn’t last as long as I wished it had. 

After enjoying the sunrise views from the summit, we quickly drove down to the Visitors Center below to enjoy what was left of sunrise. The view down there wasn’t great by the time we made it to the rim of the crater and before long, the sun was high in the sky and the sunrise event was over. It was time to pack up the camera and get ready for the long hike ahead. We headed back to the car to prepare for the Sliding Sands Trail we were going to hike today. We quickly ate some leftovers we had for breakfast and changed and packed everything we needed for the long day ahead of us. Once comfortable and ready to go, we started our hike around 7:30am. 

The Sliding Sands Trail, also known as Keonehe’ehe’e) is an 11 mile out-and-back hike that starts (instead of ends) at an altitude of 9,802 feet and descends into the Haleakala Crater to a nadir of 7,225 feet before you turn back around to hike back to where you started. Our goal for the day was to make it all the way to the bottom and complete the entire trail, which would eventually lead us to Mapalaoa Cabin, a rest cabin located about 2 miles past the slopes we were to hike down. 

Though the sun was out, the day started off a bit windy and cool. We slowly snaked our way down on the rusty red-brown, sandy and rocky path, taking time to appreciate the very unique and colorful scenery around us. We observed the beautiful and threatened species of Haleakala silverswords as we climbed down the slopes and saw, from a distance, the dark black cinder cones rising from the ground of the crater below. 

As we climbed further and further into the crater, the wind died down and the temperatures progressively warmed. Once we hit level ground, we walked another 1.7 miles on a sandy trail into the middle of the crater where we would be greeted by the Mapalaoa Cabin. By this time, we hadn’t run into too many people, just two other parties that had already made their way down to this area. And we were the third party as far as we knew. Because of all the beautiful scenes I had to stop at and photograph, it took us about 3h20m to get to Mapalaoa Cabin, and, by that point, Cynthia was spent and completely over it. I was hoping that we would have enough energy for both of us to hike a loop around the cinder cones in the crater back toward the slopes we descended earlier but because of the hotter weather conditions and how tired Cynthia was from the climb down (and because of the altitude we were hiking at), we decided to forego the loop and just do an out-and-back. 

We stuck around the cabin area for a bit and took our lunch/snack break there at a picnic table outside for about 40 minutes to rest our legs and our lungs before getting right back at it. Usually, the hike back to the beginning is downhill (usually down a mountain) and much easier than the hike in. However, this hike was completely reversed and the hardest part was definitely the hike back at altitude. So, step by step, Cynthia and I hiked back through the desert-like crater and up the side of the crater to where we started. And it was a long hike up, because of both my heavy camera bag and my weary legs. At some point on the ascent, I started feeling discomfort at the top of my right calf muscle that slowly got worse as I climbed. A calf strain at the worst possible time. But I trudged on at my own pace and Cynthia did the same at her own pace as well. We passed people but many parties passed us as well. But it was fine because hiking up slowly was the best thing we could do for ourselves to get back to the top and to avoid any altitude sickness that might hit us as a result of hiking uphill to 10,000 feet. We took frequent breaks, drank a lot of fluids, and ate a lot of snacks, which helped energize us on our slow march to the top. I personally made a ton of stops on the way up because by this point in the early afternoon, the sun’s position in the sky had changed for the better, and the colorful center of the crater was perfectly lit for photos. And I took a ton of them (and probably too many) on the way up!

Eventually, Cynthia and I made it back to the top! For a roundtrip total of 8h45m! What a champ Cynthia was! The hardest hike she’s ever done and she did it with only some exhaustion but otherwise crushed it! With our legs feeling like jelly, we took a little break and just sat in the warm car and chilled. After a few minutes, we moved the car to the summit parking lot where we hung out until sunset. Originally, we weren’t sure we were going to stick around for sunset due to our exhaustion but we ultimately decided that we might as well stay to see the sun’s descent. 

After finding some data in the area to use, I found that the best spot to view sunset at Haleakala was actually where we were situated. So we stuck around Red Hill and checked out the surrounding views of the crater and the observatory below. With an hour until sunset, I grabbed my photography equipment and scouted out a spot along the western side of the hill where others were starting to camp out and made myself comfortable. From my seat on the rocky volcanic ground, I could see not only the Maui landscape far below as the sun was setting on it but also the mountains in the distance and the blanket-like cloud cover all around. 

Shortly after setting up, Cynthia joined me for sunset and after waiting an hour, we enjoyed a beautiful view of the sun as it dipped below the blanket of clouds at 6:38pm. I stayed around in the cool evening weather taking photos until the colors of the sunset were essentially gone. Because it was going to take a little more than an hour to drive to West Maui, I didn’t stay to take photos for long and returned to the car to start our drive as the darkness began to fall.  We eventually made it to Ka’anapali Beach in West Maui where we picked up takeout dinner (Kalua Pork Tacos, Coconut Shrimp, and a Cheeseburger with Fries) from the very popular Leilani’s on the Beach restaurant to bring back to the Royal Lahaina Resort and Spa, our home for the next three days. 

After checking in to our resort, we moved up to our room and finished our dinner in the room after cleaning up and reorganizing ourselves. Because of how tired we were from the long day (and how sore my strained gastrocnemius was from the hike), we called it a night relatively early without doing much else after dinner. Now begins the chill part of the vacation! Looking forward to a chiller day tomorrow! 

5 Things I Learned/Observed Today:

1. Beware of how you time your drive up to Haleakala Summit for sunrise. There is a significant drive, around 20 minutes, that your GPS does not account for from the national park entrance to the summit itself. So plan accordingly or you’ll be late and miss the sunrise. 

2. Haleakala is a shield volcano that created about 75% of Maui. Crazy! 

3. The endangered Haleakala silverswords are pretty cool and pretty weird! Based on what I observed from the plants, it looks like the silversword has various stages of life that it evolves through. By looking around the crater landscape, you might be able to hypothesize the life cycle of the silversword and make a guess as to which form leads to which other form and how it all ties together. A fun biology thought experiment. Also, interestingly enough, the silversword has a dense covering of silvery hairs that help the plant to conserve moisture and protect the plant from high-elevation sun.

4. Even though sunrise is pretty cool to see at Haleakala summit, the beauty of the crater itself is difficult to appreciate at that time due to the harsh shadows created by the morning sun’s backlight. However, as the sun moves across the morning and afternoon sky, the lighting gets better and better. By the mid to late afternoon, you get a much better view of the beautifully colorful Haleakala Crater that is now well- and evenly-lit.  

5. The highest point on Maui, Haleakala Summit, was the perfect place to build an observatory because the area is situated above the clouds, leaving a clear and dry atmosphere, as well as minimal air and light pollution. The observatory’s position provides perfect conditions for viewing the stars and the heavens. Based on what I read, the site provides the fourth-best viewing conditions on the planet! 

[dual1pa]

USS Butterscotch (part 2)

read part one HERE. 

Warinings: language, not TOO smutty (PG-13 like) 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, judging the outfit that you picked out getting ready to go to the mall to meet up with Steve. You picked out a pair of high waisted black pants and a crop top with half your hair into a scrunchie. you stuffed some clothes and your books in your backpack and started walking back to the mall. 

You were grateful that the mall was walking distance from your home. You told your parents you were helping Beth out with some homework and would probably not be home till the morning (not that you were expecting to stay over Steve’s or anything. Just a precaution.) 

You arrived at 8:45pm, a little early but you didn’t want to be locked out. You made your way past the glowing Sam Goody entrance. There was only a couple more people in the mall and you’ve never seen it so empty. It was almost quiet. There was a group of girls giggling to themselves while sharing a basket of fries and an older couple with some bags in their hands walking toward the exit. 

You walked into Scoops to see Robin counting money while Steve took time to split the tip jar. 

“Looks like we get three dollars and sixty seven cents each. More than yesterday.” Steve said before noticing you. 

“Y/N! Glad you’re here.” Steve walked around giving you a small hug.

“Sorry, I think I’m a bit early.” 

He shook his head, “Right on time. Looks like we can leave a bit early since there’s no customers coming in.” 

“You guys can go, I’ll lock up once I’m finished counting. have fun you two.” Robin smiled.  

“Oh, thanks Robin. See you tomorrow night.” 

—  

Steve opened the door for you and slammed it shut after you were finished settling in. 

“Your car is nice. Very spacious.” You cringed, not really knowing why you would talk about the space in the car. 

He chuckled, “Thanks. I like when my passengers feel comfortable.” 

He pulled up to his house that was completely dark. 

“My parents are out of down for a couple days. Sorry I forgot to mention it earlier.” 

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be quiet so we can get more reading done.” You winked. 

“That’s true.” 

He showed you up the stairs to his bedroom, “You’re okay if we read here?” 

“Steve, I don’t care where we are. I just wanna be with you.” You smiled.

“Well, you’re in luck, cause I’m not going anywhere.” he fell back onto his bed. 

You weren’t sure if you should make a move, but what do you have to lose? You joined him on the bed. You laid on top of his arm that was sprawled across the bed. 

“You look cute in this uniform.” You bit your lip, hoping that he was okay with you being kinda forward. 

“I do don’t I? It’s kinda itchy though.” He laughed. 

“Oh no! It looks comfy honestly.” You laughed. 

“You must come work with us then. Robin and I could use some help on the weekends.” 

You weren’t sure if he was serious or not, so you just went with it, “Hey, always looking for some other way to make money other than babysitting my neighbors kids.” You laughed, laying down on his arm. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him. 

“Can I tell you something?” Steve said, looking at you. 

“You can tell me anything.” You said.

“I really want to kiss you.” Steve looked at you, then moved his stare to your lips. He anxiously waited for your response, hoping that it’s positive. 

“Then do it.” You got closer to his face. 

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. They moved in sync with each other at a slow pace. You could tell he was hesitant with using his tongue so you pulled away. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” Steve confessed.

“Why didn’t you?” You asked.

He sighed, “Rejection mostly. Since that’s all I’ve been getting these days.” 

“I get it, I was nervous going into Scoops today. I really like you so I was like- ‘what if he rejects me.’ I would have been so embarrassed.” You said. 

“You’re too pretty to ever be rejected.” Steve lightly rubbed your hip. 

“YOU’RE too pretty to get rejected, Steve. I’ve literally had a crush on you since forever.” you said.

“Wait, really? So I should have asked you out sooner? Damn.” He rested his head back against his bed. 

“Well, now’s your chance.” You said, sitting up in a pretzel style. 

“Okay. Umm… gosh I hope I don’t fuck this up,” he took your hands, “Sweet, sweet Y/N, will you go on a date with me sometime, maybe this weekend? I only work till 5:00 on Saturday, we could go see Back To The Future?” 

“I would love that Steve Harrington.” You placed a quick kiss on his lips, which turned into a full makeout. 

Minutes later, he breaks away, “Do you wanna sleepover tonight? I have clothes and stuff you can wear.” 

“I’m gonna be honest- I actually brought clothes with me just in case you asked, but I would much rather wear your clothes.” 

“Oh well look at you!” 

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean anything of it because I didn’t know if you were into me so I just brought them just in case.” 

“I’m kidding, love.” 

“Do you mind if I get changed in here?”

“By all means, pajamas are in the bottom drawer.” He pointed over to the dresser on the opposite side of the room. 

You searched through the filled drawer and searched for a pair of pajama pants and a grey shirt. 

“I can look away if you-“ 

Before he finished his sentence, you top was already off, showing your baby pink bra. You quickly put on one of Steve’s gray school t-shirt. You slid off your shorts and put on a pair of cotton pants. 

Steve couldn’t help himself by taking a glance at you, however, he didn’t look for too long out of respect for your privacy and plus, he didn’t want to look like a creep. He ran his hand through his hair and got up himself to get out of his itchy work uniform. 

You heard a loud sigh as Steve took off his shirt, scratching his chest and most of his back. 

“Why don’t you just wear an undershirt if it’s too itchy.” 

“I never really thought about it, it really only starts to get uncomfortable at the end of the shift.” 

“Well, that’s a good thing I guess. Maybe try wearing one one day and see how it feels.” 

“I’ll take that into consideration.” Steve said, walking over to you in his boxers to find a t-shirt. 

You weren’t sure if you were taking things too quickly, you just saw each other half naked and haven’t even been out on a real date yet. 

Steve walked over to the bed and laid down, getting under the covers. 

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Uhh, probably going to bed. I’m tired. Now, will you come in and join me?” he patted the mattress. 

“Uhh, we have homework to do.” 

Steve’s head hit the pillow, “Can’t we do that in the morning?” 

“Are you really gonna wanna wake up like an hour early?” 

Steve thought for a second, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” 

You laughed and shook your head, walking over to your backpack to pull out the book and threw it on the bed. “You know Mr. Miller is gonna have a pop quiz tomorrow.” 

“He’s an asshole and he always pulls that shit.” Steve said. 

“Shut up and read to me, Harrington.” you lay down next to him and close your eyes while he was reading, even though you already know what was gonna happen. 

“Hey, if I can’t sleep, you can’t either.” he nudged you. 

“I’m not sleeping. I’m simply resting my eyes.” 

“Okay well, resting your eyes isn’t allowed.” 

Your eyes were on Steve as he occasionally looked at you just in case you fell asleep, and to be honest, you were just about to. 

-- 

You woke up just before daylight. You looked over at the clock reading 5:30am. A sleeping Steve Harrington lays cuddled up next to you. The book still sitting next to him. You snuggled closer to Steve, careful not to wake him up. The dull light outside helped you make out his face. You wrapped your free arm around his waist and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips causing him to gently moan, but he was still fast asleep. 

You turned around and put one of his arms around you, bringing his hand up for you to use as a pillow, this caused Steve to wake up a little, 

“Morning.” he mumbled. 

“Good morning, Go back to sleep, it’s only 5:30.” you turned your head enough to kiss his nose. 

Moments later, he was out like a light and so were you. 

--

You two were rudely awakened at 6:30 by the ringing of the clock you swore you just looked at. 

Steve reached over you to turn the damn thing off.

“Sorry about that.” Steve groaned. 

“Well, we have to be woken up somehow.” you flipped over to face him. 

“I can’t wait until we fucking graduate.” Steve looked up at the ceiling.

“Only two more weeks till graduation. We can do it.” you leaned up to kiss his cheek. 

“Sorry I fell asleep on you last night. Did you finish the chapters?” 

“I did. Turns out that book isn’t that bad. But, do you need me to tell you what happened?”

“No. I already read it actually.” you admitted. 

“Then why did you say you didn’t?” 

“Because,” you sat up on your arm, tucking some hair behind his ear, “I wanted to hang out with you and thought you might want some company doing homework.” 

“You could have just said so, Y/N. Not that I’m mad or anything that a pretty girl wanted to study with me.” he leaned up to press a kiss on your lips.

“I don’t know. I just thought this would be the first step to a relationship. You know, if you were up to it it could have started out as a friendship then we could see where it went from there, but, now that you have already asked me out. We can skip that step.” 

Steve pulls you on top of him to bring you in for a passionate kiss, this time, using his tongue. His hands found their way up the inside of your (his) shirt you were wearing. They were warm and you loved the way he was lightly massaging your skin. 

Before you got too into it, you stopped. 

“C’mon, Harrington. Let’s get up and get ready for school.”

The weekend could not come fast enough. 

[thirsty-pixie]

Unsteady Barry x Reader Part 2

Warning: so blood, war, guns, cursing, panic attack if any of this will trigger you then I suggest not reading.

Part 1

I locked my front door behind me when I got home, I walked into my kitchen to get some water but jumped and reached for my pocket knife. "Fuck you" I grabbed the paper towel roll and threw it at the man in my kitchen. "What I can't drop by and visit my friend?" Mendez said smiling, "you can why the fuck are you in my kitchen" I pinched the bridge of my nose glaring at him "I was getting a snack. Now how about a hug" he smiled and held out his arms.

I walked up to him and hugged him laughing "you know I could've killed you" I said pulling away from him, "yeah right" he said mockingly. "I could take you down in a heartbeat" I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed his biceps. I put my foot on his upper thigh and threw myself back flipping him over me aka the sacrafice throw. I stood up and looked down at him as he tried to catch his breath "I think you forgot who you were talking to." He chuckled and I helped him to his feet "it's good to see you again Mendez" I said handing him a bottle of water from the fridge. My phone buzzed and I grabbed it from my pocket seeing Barry had text me, "shit I gotta go to be I'm going to breakfast with someone tomorrow... you know your way around make yourself at home" he nodded and I went to my room getting into my pajamas.

~~~

There was a thunderous boom and a cloud of smoke, a pain shot through my leg and the vehicle shook. My ears rang as I ducked down into the humvee and looked around the first thing my eyes landed on was the drivers face. His eyes were wide and he was slumped forward on the steering wheel blood cascading down his chin and dripping into his lap. I squeezed my eyes shut and looked to my left and seen Anderson his head laid back unconscious, I put my fingers to his neck....... ok a pulse. I looked down at my left leg and seen a tear in my pants and blood had already stained the fabric. Mendez was on my right conscious trying to regain communications, I patted his shoulder and held up and ok sign. He nodded and I leaned forward seeing SGT Maccabee with a blood trickling down from his ear, I patted him and asked if he was ok. He said yeah and we evacuated the vehicle, I stepped out and I was in the middle of the field again standing behind Roger. I tried to yell out his name but I started falling, I landed on my back with a thud that echoed a few times.

I sat up and I was covered in blood, what the hell.... I was in a small room only long enough for me to lay in and the walls were just wider than my body. I furrowed my brows "why am I in my ASU uniform" I looked at my outfit when something fell into my lap. I grabbed what hit my lap and when I opened my hand it was dirt, I looked up and seen someone throwing another shovel full of dirt onto me. "Hey" I tried to stand up but my legs would work another clump of dirt fell onto my lap. I started screaming and I tried to stand up but something grabbed me pinning me against the cold wood under me. "Why..... why would you kill me" Roger's voice asked from under me. "I didn't" I screamed back struggling against the force that held me down. The dirt had covered most of my body and I started screaming for help.

~~~~

"Hey wake up" Mendez held my shoulders firmly and a grabbed his forearms "I had it again" he frowned "the dirt one?" I nodded and tried to slow my breathing. I looked at the clock 5:30am I sighed might as well take a shower, "thanks for waking me up Mendez sorry I woke you" he smiled and said it was ok before heading back to my guest room. I got out of bed and walked into my bathroom, I took a quick shower and put on little makeup and brushed my hair out. I put on a knee length floral dress a pair of white flats, Barry said he'd pick me up at 7 for breakfast so I decided to watch some tv while I waited.

I heard my doorbell ringing while I was using the restroom "I'll get it" Mendez yelled to me as he walked passed the bathroom door. I washed my hands and stepped out seeing Barry and Mendez standing in the entryway talking. "Hey sorry I was in the restroom. Um I feel like I should still introduce you to eachother though" I said smiling and I placed my hand on Mendez's shoulder. "Barry this is Mendez we met in boot camp and we deployed to Afghanistan together twice... and Mendez this is Barry he's in my acting class and is an ex Marine" they both nodded and smiled, I clapped my hands together and sighed. "Ummmm ok should we get going?" Barry looked at me and nodded his eye had more of a distant stare than usual.

He opened my door for me and I sat down "hold of I'm getting a call" I nodded and he walked to the back of the car to take the call. I checked my reflection in the sun visor mirror then pulled my phone out of my purse. Mendez had text me and I laughed as I read it,

M: •You look shorter that usual when you stand next to him dwarf.•

Y: •hey asshole I'm average height!•

M: •3 feet tall is not average height•

Y: •I am not 3 feet tall jerk I'm at least 5•

M: •Yeah on a scale from 1 to 100•

Y: •That doesn't make any sense. Your insults are almost as weak as you are•

M: •ouch•

I laughed and tucked my phone back into my bag, Barry satin the car and smiled at me before turning on the ignition. "So what got you into the acting class?" I said trying to male conversation while we drove to go get breakfast. "Uh I don't know... I guess I wanted to do something else with my life. Like start over." He gave me a side glance and I nodded. "How's that going for you..... the uh starting over thing" he shrugged. "As much as I try it seems I keep getting pulled back into my old life." He gripped the wheel tightly as he spoke I noticed his knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip. I put my hand on his arm and he relaxed a little loosening his grip on the wheel "hey sometimes things te hard to let go of but as long as you keep pushing forward and trying to overcome them that's all that matters" he smiled and pulled into the parking lot of Denny's.

The hostess walked us to our table and handed is our menus, "thank you" I said smiling. Barry picked up the menu and began looking through it, "well how do you feel about playing Macbeth?" He shrugged "it's new I've been distracted and haven't fully memorized my lines... why didnt you get a part in the play" I looked over the menu not wanting to respond. A finger hooked on the top of my menu pulling it down exposing my face, I looked at Barry who stared into my soul with his blue eyes. "Why didn't you get a part in the play" he repeated himself and raised an eyebrow, "uh there were no more parts" I lied pulling the menu back up. He pulled the menu back now and narrowed his eyes, "ok fine I have stage fright so I asked to be left out of this play" he frowned leaning back in the booth as the waitress came to take our order.

I ordered some chocolate chip pancakes with scrambled eggs sausage and hashbrowns, Barry decided to have the same think as me and when the waitress walked away he leaned forward. He placed his elbows on the table folding his arms "that's the best way to get over it you know that right?" I nodded and shrugged taking a sip of my coffee. "Yeah I'm just not sure if I'm exactly ready yet" we sat there quietly waiting for our food. Barry clenched and clenched his jaw as his phone rang, "you need to get that?" I asked as he checked who was calling. "Uh no its fine" he put his phone down and smiled at me. "You know.... you have a nice smile" I said sliding my foot forward brushing my leg against his. He jumped slightly and started to fidget, "oh well uh thanks" I laughed a little and pulled my foot back to me. The waitress set our food in front of us and I thanked her as she walked away, "so Barry I noticed yesterday a lot of tension between you and the blonde girl" he looked up from his foor and nodded.

"Well?" I raised my eyebrows and he looked up from his food again confused, "spill the beans. I wanna know the clas drama" we both laughed a little and he began to tell me what happened. He told me the story as we ate and paid the bill, we walked out to the car and he leaned on the hood "Then she said I had some toxic masculinity issues" I laughed "What?! Toxic masculinity? If she didn't state it was just a hookup then how were you supposed to know" he shrugged and I shook my head "well her loss" he half smiled and looked at the ground. I checked the time and sighed, "Barry its almost 10 I gotta get home and get ready for work." He looked at me and nodded. "Well I had a good time" he said looking at me, I smiled at him "me too, maybe we can do dinner next time..... something a little more uh romantic" he nodded looking at me briefly before returning his gaze to the road. "I'd like that" his voice was quiet as he spoke.

He pulled up in front of my house and put the car in park "so I'll see you in class tonight?" I had gotten out of the car and turned to look at him. "Uh not today I have a meeting but I'll be there tomorrow for rehearsals" he nodded and drove off. I walked inside and Mendez was on my couch playing videogames "hoy was your date with Fezzik the giant" I grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and hit him with it "His names Barry you nerd. When are you leaving I'm tired of you already" he laughed and threw the pillow at me as I walked to my room.

~~~Time skip to after the ambush on the Bolivian gang leader in the desert~~~

I was sitting in the stands watching Sally say her lines as Macbeth, its fucking stupid Gene gave her Barry's part.i rolled my eyes as she yelled fuck and Gene told her that her performance sucked. If he was gonna give her the part he should at least help her when she reached out for help. I watched as she stumbled around her lines, she said her line that was Barry's que but he didn't come out. She said her line and Barry stormed out.... wow he looked like shit "My queen, the lord- my m-my lord the queen is dead!! Sally got upset and stormed off the stage leaving the building. Gene sent us on a 5 but I stayed in my seat is the back of the room watching as Barry sat down, Gene started talking to Barry about being on drugs.

Gene left and I walked up sitting next to Barry, "you ok? You look horrible" he looked at me and sighed "something wrong?" He shook his head "just work stuff" I nodded and smiled at him. "You nervous about tonight?" He shrugged "its only one line" he seemed more distracted than usual when. "Hey.... something is wrong....you ca talk to me you know." I placed my hand on his and he pulled away. "I'm fine" he snapped causing to jump "ok uh sorry..." I looked at my hands and sighed. "See you at the play tonight" I stood up leaving the room not wanting to be there for the rest of class.

Mendez and I decided to go to dinner before the play, we went to a restaurant near the theater because Mendez wanted to "Pregame" because he hate plays. We arrived early so I could talk to Barry before the play but he was not to be found. I sat in the second row behind some bad guy on his phone, Mendez who was already drunk tried making conversation with every around us.

It was time for Barry's scene. Sally looked off stage and there was a moment of silence, Barry walked out on stage looking like he was about to have a full on break down. I felt a pain in my heart seeing him like that even if it was acting, I walked out as everyone came back on stage. Gene followed me and we found Barry, Gene started going on about how Barry went to a place and how good he did and that's when he screamed punching a picture shattering the glass. Gene backed up I put my hand on Gene's shoulder to silence him but kept talking. Barry, obviously annoyed, threw a chair which made Gene leave.

Barry sat down and covered his face sobbing, I knelt down in front of him and pulled his hands down. He eyes were blood shot and tears began to cloud my vision as I looked at him. It hurt seeing him so upset I wrapped my arms around his neck hugging him tightly. He hugged me back grabbing fist fulls of my shirt as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. Once he calmed down he let go and stood up, "what happened?" I asked looking up at him. He wiped his face and said nothing then walked back into the theater. "Wow" I was still knelt on the ground when Mendez walked in a few minutes after Barry walked out "looks like he don't like you as much as you thought" I glared at him. "What are you talking about" he helped me to my feet and I smoothed out my dress. "He's out there talking to that lady that played Mcbeck" I rolled my eyes. "One its Macbeth and two her names Sally and they just hooked up she says he has too much toxic masculinity for her" he laughed "what the fuck is toxic masculinity" I shrugged and ushered him back into the theater to say goodbye to Barry.

Barry was standing in the middle of the stage when I walked out, "hey just though I'd say goodnight" he looked over at me and nodding his lips pressed into a thin line. "Um did you still want to go out to dinner sometime?" I was surprised by his question but I smiled "yeah.... yeah I do" he nodded and I stepped closer to him. "I was really surprised by your scene by the way..... it was really good" he nodded and muttered thanks. I touched his forearm gently and he turned to look at me, his eye flickered from my lips back to my eyes.

I stepped closer just inches away from him I could see his chest rise and fall as he breathed, I could heart my own heart beating almost threatening to beat out of my chest. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and my hip roughly pulling my body flush against his, out lips collides in fervent frenzy. Our lips moved against eachother hastily as the kiss became more heated, I gently bit his bottom lip and he retaliated but tugging my hair. I pulled back when I heard someone clear their throat behind us, Mendez was standing there with his hands on his hips. I chuckled a little then looked back at Barry, he smiled and kissed me once more "goodbye I'll pick you up at 7pm next Friday for our date" I smiled and walked off the stage.

Part 1

[dragonwarriorgal]

Book corner 2 - The Start

Highlander Fever!

I’m sorry. 

So it begins one night when I was having a “craving” for a certain type of a book and there I stumbled upon Darkfever. The synopsis interested me, mainly because I am SO SICK OF VAMPIRE ROMANCE STORIES, THEY ARE LITERALLY EVERYWHERE I LOOK! I tried The Black Dagger Brotherhood but by god, I could not finish even the third of it

Anyway, back on track: So I found out my preferred “flavor” of such types of books were Fae lore/romance/story, basically anything to do with Fae. I found Darkfever to be interesting concept, though I admit it was hard to keep the interest when Mac was describing the horror or some feeling she felt of some object or person for THREE PARAGRAPHS until finally telling the reader what it ACTUALLY WAS she was seeing, and as I read the next book and the next I found that this was almost exactly like watching a TV show. I mean there is a HUGE story being told there with many beginning, middle and end that was in my opinion cleverly done. With even a good cliffhanger at almost each book to hook you in to reading the next one even though it was 11:30pm and you had work at 6:30am the next morning.

I felt like a drug addict. EVEN MY PARENTS CALLED OUT ON ME FOR NOT DOING ENOUGH CHORES AROUND THE HOUSE!

Anyway, in the end I love love loved it, sure it could be a little rocky at places and when it went into the “stuff” (couldn’t think of a clever innuendo)... I’ll let the gif do the talking

and after the binge read/watch of this amazing series came the emptiness and I did some digging around about the author because I didn’t want to get spoiled and to my surprise there was another series by this blond female author about this mysterious Adam Black and the Super interesting *cough*hot*cough* MacKeltar Druids.

So I jumped right into the first pool everyone warned me about was not that great of a temperature not until you get into the third or fourth pool...

...

Let me just lay this out in the open: I CAN NOT BELIEVE THAT THIS WAS THE SAME PERSON WHO WROTE BEYOND THE HIGHLANDER MISTS AND THE FEVER SERIES!!!

BY GOD! I HAVEN’T SEEN THIS MANY CHARACTERS DO A FLIP SINCE THE FRIGGING OLYMPICS! 

It had it’s moments, confusing but nevertheless hot moments, but I knew I was in for a treat when I LAUGHED OUT LOUD FOR 5 MINUTES IN THE FUCKING THIRD PARAGRAPH. It was supposed to be serious, an innuendo for sure, but it was so cheesy I thought I would get a stomach ache or diarrhea at the end. To quote RDJ again

So instead of getting a good book/TV hybrid like her Fever series I got:

Two jealous Fae males dicking around dark and “long” haired, Braveheart Casanova in the 16th century by Outlandering a small, blond, virgin and a “beautiful-men-hating” woman from USA in the 21st century.

So I went to the next books synopsis and reviews and decided to skip 2&3, because IDGAF about 2 and I MIGHT go into 3rd, but we’ll see. 

But then the 4th is:

A small, blond and a virgin scientist from USA in the 21st century LITERALLY FALLS on a dark and “long” haired Highlander Druid from the 16th century in a coma and wakes him up. After realizing he really IS in the future, he must find a way to trust this wee lass he is falling hard for, to save the MacKeltar line in the 16th century by sending her back in time where he will lose his memories, and it is up to her to help him regain his memories by seducing the crap out of him. 

And the 5th:

A small, blond and a virgin antique expert from USA in the 21st century is trapped by the dark and “Long” haired twin brother of the previous book, because he is being possessed by 13 evil wizards for saving his brother’s life once using the time travel thingy from the Outlander series and together they must find a way through time travel paradoxes and the frigging Illuminati, but is saved by this mysterious (again might go into 3rd) Adam Black.

then the 6th(which I just finished):

Adam Black is being punished by the Faery Queen for his act in book 5 by being invisible in his favored glamour, a dark and “Long” haired Highlander blacksmith. A small, blond and a virgin, sidhe seer and a law student from USA in the 21st century happens to be the only one to see him and together they must find a way with the help of the MacKeltar Four to roll the events that lead into the Fever series.

....

Now there is a pattern here somewhere from this blond author, but I just can’t keep my finger on...

Now despite the fact that I am going to read the 7th book tomorrow, because it’s 11:30pm and I have work at 7am tomorrow. And despite the fact that I am starting to get sick and tired of the small blond American virgin falling in love with yet another dark and long haired Highlander and because English is my second language and I have a fucking hard time reading those accents and burrs and doona’s and whatnots. I freaking love reading about the MacKeltars! They were so interesting minor characters in the Fever series and there was CLEARLY a story about them that I was aching to read about. And when I found out that there actually is a whole series about them...

Despite the ABYSMAL rocky start, it has been a journey to see Karen’s writing bloom from an ugly, not well kept seed, into a heartwrenching flower. I look forward to reading Spell of the Highlander tomorrow after work and finish this series

[mindfullymedical]

A day in the life of a peds intern- Wards (according to me)

Inspired by @snowandstarlight similar post!

5:00am: Alarm goes off, turn it off and rollover.

5:15am: Alarm goes off, time to actually wake up and get ready. Pack snacks, brew coffee, feed cats, and head out the door. Dress code is business casual. 

5:45am-6:00am: It’s still dark out, though there is a faint glow in the sky, drive to the hospital, listen to happy music, try to appreciate that I get the privilege and opportunity to train as a physician. Sometimes I read a copy of the Desiderata that I keep in my car.

6:00-6:30am: Read up on patients, divide the list with co-residents, eat breakfast and drink coffee.

6:30-7:00am: Patient handover with med students, residents, and chiefs. There are two seniors and two interns on our team. This is also when we get out team phone, that one of the interns carry. This phone is EVIL and rings all the time, and you must answer it and talk to whoever is on the other end and they will usually ask you to do something. This interrupts you constantly throughout the entire day. 

7:00am-8:00am: Pre-prerounding- Time to read up on patients, meticulously copy down numbers, start making daily checklists, call consults that are urgent from overnight, look at any new medical imaging, etc. Usually, each intern carries between 4-14 patients so this can take a while. This is also the time for pouring through charts of any overnight admits you picked up. If you finish this start pre rounds- when you go see and examine each patient, they're usually sleeping, but waking up the parents and hunting down the nurses to ask for updates happens daily.

8:00-8:30am: Morning report, an intern presents an interesting case, and then goes over some learning points, attendings are present to ask the presenter tricky questions about their topic.

8:30am-9:00am: Finish pre rounds, stuff pockets with spare supplies, and print an updated patient list for the attending. I

9:00am-12:00pm: Rounding. The team of med students, residents, attending, pharmacist and sometimes a nurse or social worker go to each patients room. Interns present the patient and suggest a plan, the seniors offer suggestions, and the attending finalized the plan. Sometimes there is some pimping and teaching about whatever illness the patient has. Then we go into the room and the attending talks to the family updates them and examines the patient. The senior resident stays in the hallway at the computer and places orders. Rinse wash, and repeat 10-20 times. During rounds, there are also interruptions and EVIL phone rings and discussions as we run into various consulting teams (usually nephrology and infectious disease on our service) to discuss our patients and ask for recommendations. During rounds is also when you perfect your daily to-do list for each patient.

12:00pm-1:00pm: Sit down eat a catered lunch and listen to a lecture on a peds topic. The lectures are really educational and usually useful and enjoyable. You’ve been on your feet for four hours so sitting down usually feels great. Frequently you will get an admission at the end of rounds or during the lecture and have to leave and miss out on lunch. The EVIL phone will also ring at least once during the lecture, making it difficult to pay attention.

1:00pm-5:30pm: Write notes, place orders, make phone calls, do procedures, admit new patients, teach medical students, answer phone calls, check up on patients from the morning, follow up on labs and cultures, write discharge summaries, update families, reassure the families that are anxious, eat snacks, cuddle babies or play with kids that are left alone, respond to any rapid responses or codes, listen to music ( senior residents choice), check in and make sure co-interns on my team and the others are okay, try to get as much of the work done as possible for the night team. Try to keep your spirits up as fatigue sets in.

5:30-6:30pm: Handover to the night team (one intern and a senior resident that also oversees the two other pediatrics team). About half the time I stay after sign out till 7pm or later  to wrap up my work.

6:30pm-6:45pm: Drive home, reflect on the day- the best part, worst part, and what I’m looking forward to tomorrow. Think of the things during the day that I’m grateful for. Make a conscious effort to leave work behind me when I drive past the post office.

6:45pm-10:00pm: Shower grocery shop, run errands, spend a half-hour reading about a topic on uptodate, or read peds in a review article, visit friends or family, watch tv, excercise.

10:00pm-5:00pm: Dreamless sleep

[keepingupwithabi]

Guess What Day It Is?

*sighs deeply*

Hi guys, welcome back to my blog. 

Today has been one of those non-stop kind of days. I started the day like any other: I woke up, showered, got dressed. Then I cleaned my car off and headed to Dunkin because guess what?! I had to get an oil change and inspection sticker. That was an adventure all in its own, the guy literally forgot to put a new sticker on so I left thinking I was all set only to get home and realize I didn’t have a current inspection sticker. After calling the car place, they were really nice and just had me come back so they could put it on. 

Once that situation was sorted, I picked up my friend and we headed to the store to pick up some groceries. Tomorrow is my apartment’s “Friendsgiving” and I am in charge of the green bean casserole, sweet potato pie (well, Patty Labelle made that for me), and squash. I have also taken it upon myself to make name cards for the place settings... just as a sweet touch. I might find some type of activity where everyone writes down something they’re thankful for then we put it in a bowl and pick it out and we all have to try and guess who wrote it.

ANYWAYS. Upon returning home from the grocery store, I found one of my roommates mid-meltdown due to the apartment common spaces not being clean enough. To give some background, the past day and a half have been pretty tense. I think all our hormones are kind of raging right now, it’s a little crazy. There has been some arguing.

So back to what happened. I helped my manic roommate clean the kitchen, bathroom, and mudroom to her liking. After that, she made up with my other roommate and I swear to God we all had a kumbaya moment, folks. 

Upon all this, I ate a quick lunch and got ready for work. That has literally been my day. A crazy kind of shit show-- excuse my language. But any type of schedule I had totally and completely got tossed out the window because life TOTALLY happened. 

Tuesday was a better day, though. I know I’m back tracking, but I got everything I had planned done. 

I went to history class for 11am.  

I ran the UTimes meeting and got everything on the agenda accomplished (meaning I got through a list of things I needed to go over with my staff writers)

I got my big communications report draft handed back, stay tuned because I have another draft due next Tuesday and there are a TON of edits I have yet to make (this will be the third draft). 

I presented my Spanish project and dipped from class early (it was snowing really bad last night and since it’s a late night class, he let us leave when we were done).

I came home and got some homework done-- thank goodness, because I clearly had NO time until 8:30pm Wednesday. 

Tomorrow will probably end up being another one of those days where I’ll just be running non-stop. Here’s what I have to look forward to:

9:30am: Wake up.

11:am-12:15pm: History.

2:00-3:15pm: PCJ.

3:20-4:45pm: Run to store for any last minute needs for dinner, prep squash, make sure turkey is cooking, get casserole stuff ready. 

5:00-6:15pm: Spanish.

6:15-8:00pm: Homework, cook, get table set.

Dinner is sadly going to be pretty late tomorrow because two of my roommates have basketball games, which is fine, but it’s just going to be a long day. 

Believe me when I say that I am going to need a FULL bottle of wine to make it through tomorrow evening. Thank goodness I don’t have anything early on Friday because I have a feeling I am going to be exhausted. 

Any who, I think the last day and a half has taught me a lot about how I manage everything. I honestly don’t know how I do it. I think I just tell myself that it’s one foot in front of the other. At this point, I also remind myself that it’s just a few more weeks till I am home for a month with my boyfriend and family... also, one more week until turkey day. 

I’ll be sure to take pictures of how our “friendsgiving” goes, I’ll also be sure to give you a full report of it in Friday’s blog post. 

That’s all for now folks! 

Yours truly,

Abi

p.s.-- my roommate asked my what day it was earlier and you best believe I looked at her like she had three heads as I responded, “HUMP DAAAAYYYYYY”. So, that’s why I chose the photo I did. 

Goodnight! 

[sassycassie-s-series]

All My Fault 26

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Damian Wayne/Batman

Rating: PG/K+

Notes: (Masterlist) This is a kinda long one at 2,212 words, but WOOHOO more stuff is happening! We’re getting over closer to their confession y’all! If you’re wondering, no I don’t really know how to do short series XD Just LOOOOONG slow burns XD

Tag List (Open): @batboys-and-other-messes @haylo4ever @lostredrobin @probsjosh​ @spooder-moon @welovegroot

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18, Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25

^^^^^

Damian glared at Dick over the top of his sketchbook. Per Alfred’s orders, he was on bedrest until the next morning, and it was the day after he arrived. So, another twenty-four hours in bed. McCloud had gone to bed herself after Damian’s hand twitched in the cave and woke her up at 2:30AM, so Alfred sent her to bed.

Which meant that when Damian got transferred up to his own bed, Dick decided to keep him company.

At first it wasn’t so bad. Dick just sat at Damian’s desk on his laptop and started going over crime rates and actually helped Damian type up his mission report to submit to the Watchtower’s records. And then… Dick got bored.

“C’mon, Little D,” Dick teased. “Don’t you think Nora Wayne has a nice ring to it?”

“Grayson, so help me, if you make one more joke regarding the feelings I have for her I will strip you to your mask and briefs and string you up on the GCPD tower with the Bat-signal shining right on you for everyone to see,” Damian growled, going back to a sketch of Titus he’d been working on that morning. Dick spun around in the desk chair, giving Damian a skeptically raised right eyebrow.

“I'm so glad you’re willing to just admit to my face that you are such a goner for her,” he said brightly.

“Grayson, I'm warning you,” Damian snapped, jaw clenched.

“Just admit to me you think Nora Wayne has a nice ring to it and I’ll let it go,” Dick said playfully. Damian closed his eyes with a resigned sigh.

“Tt. Alright. Whatever. It has a nice ring to it. Sure.” And I most definitely have not already thought of that many times over, he added silently.

“Glad you agree. Because if she became Nora Wayne, you’d no longer have to call her McCloud all the time. Heaven forbid you call anyone by their first name. I imagine Alfred and Bruce would be delighted to have a Mrs. Wayne again.”

“And if she chose not to give up McCloud?” Damian challenged.

Dick shrugged. “Then that’s her choice. You still wouldn’t have to call her McCloud anymore. You could call her something cute instead.” He paused. “Like honey or baby or something.” Damian scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Through the slightly open door, they could hear familiar music drifting from down the hall.

A smile pulled on Dick’s face. Damian slowly lifted up his sketchbook and hid behind it to avoid further teasing.

McCloud was singing Phantom of the Opera from her bedroom. Her door was probably open and she might have just gotten out of the shower or something. She had a nice voice. It was Broadway-levels of loud without being Broadway trained. She tended to belt dramatically and not care how it sounded. Like the time before the charity ball when she thought she was alone and sang Total Eclipse of the Heart in the Batcave.

Dick peeked up over the top of Damian’s sketchbook. “You hear that?” he asked with an ecstatic smile.

“Yes,” Damian said flatly, not giving his eldest brother the satisfaction of a reaction.

“She’s singing both parts of a duet,” Dick pointed out.

“Indeed,” Damian agreed, tone completely monotone.

“Sooo… why don’t you sing the other part?”

“I don’t sing,” Damian snapped.

Dick sighed. “Cloudy is the only fun person in this family,” he muttered. Damian rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue.

^^^^^

“Gooood morning, Cloudy!” Jason greeted brightly as I went down into the kitchen to get some breakfast before checking up on Damian again.

“Morning Jay,” I replied tiredly, through a wide yawn.

“Sleep well?”

I tilted my head to either side to loosen up the muscles. “Kinda,” I replied.

“You ditched patrol to snooze on Damian’s bedside. Must be a little stiff.”

“Technically, I fell asleep before you left and no one bothered to wake me up.” The sarcasm in my voice wasn’t lost on Jason. He snickered.

“That’s fair,” he relented.

I munched half-heartedly on a bowl of dry cereal that I wasn’t in the mood for and sighed. “I'm gonna go see if he’s okay.”

“Loved your shower performance, by the way,” Jason offered.

I pushed some of my damp hair out of my face. “Thanks,” I said, leaving the kitchen with my bowl of dry Cookie Crisps. Alfred would be cross if I got cereal dust on anything, so I carefully managed not to. Besides, the boys left half-eaten candy bars on the floors of their rooms and had gotten chocolate on the carpet more times than I bothered to count. My room was spotless by comparison.

When I reached Damian’s door, it was half-open. I could hear Dick humming inside, and if I listened hard enough I could hear the scratching of Damian’s pencil too. I lifted one hand and knocked. “Morning,” I called.

“Mornin’ Cloudy!” Dick replied loudly.

“Good morning, McCloud,” Damian added.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

There was a pause. “If you’d like,” Damian said.

I ducked through the door.

Damian was sitting up in bed on a pile of plush pillows with the sheet over his lower body. His upper body was bare, save for the bandages wrapped around his injuries. His bruises were smaller—healing. His sketchbook was on his lap. I could see a drawing of Titus on the page. I examined his injuries briefly—and absolutely did not pay attention to his physique—and perched at the foot of his bed.

“How you feelin’, Damian?” I asked casually, popping some cereal into my mouth.

He shrugged. “Absolutely fine. But Alfred won’t let me do anything till tomorrow morning.”

“That’s a good thing,” I said. “Gives you more time to heal.”

Damian regarded me, searching my face like he was searching for any sign of mocking. But I wasn’t mocking him. Just genuinely believing that Alfred’s orders were sound. I chewed on another small handful of cereal and threw a piece at Dick when he opened his mouth. He caught it expertly and laughed in victory.

“Tt,” Damian muttered.

Dick shut his laptop. “You gonna keep him company for a while, Clouds?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said.

“Okay. I'm gonna go get some stuff done. I gotta go make some calls,” Dick said, leaving the room. He didn’t shut the door behind him, which I was grateful for. A shut door would make me uncomfortable.

“Bye!” I called after him.

“Bye!” Dick singsonged. He whistled down the hallway.

I turned my attention back to Damian. “Cookie Crisp?” I asked, offering him the bowl.

He shook his head. “That much sugar would make me ill,” he said. “Thank you for offering though.”

I shrugged and ate another handful. “No problem,” I said. “How are you feeling, really?” I asked.

Damian glanced over my shoulder at the door. “I'm alright,” he said. “My injuries ache and throb but nothing else is new. I just… the mission failed. It’s no one’s fault. But it was my idea so it seems like my fault. It’s my fault I was injured this badly. It’s my fault we didn’t get the speedsters back. It’s my fault that I worried you when I turned up barely conscious. It’s my fault—”

“Stop,” I said. “It’s not your fault. You’re too hard on yourself. You blame yourself for things you have no control over. So you couldn’t get the speedsters out of the Speed-Force. So what? You tried. And that’s what matters. It’s not your fault that I'm here, out of time, either. It’s the Time Bombs’ fault. So do yourself a favor and relax.”

Damian opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it when I cocked an eyebrow. Then he sighed. “Fine,” he muttered.

I crossed my legs under me at the foot of his bed and leaned forward. “So how’s your Titus picture?” I asked.

“Fine,” he answered, turning the sketchbook to show it to me.

“Looks great,” I said.

“Thank you,” he said automatically. He bit his lip and looked up at me. “Really. Thank you.”

I smiled. “Of course. How did you sleep?”

“Fine. I should be asking that question to you though.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I woke up at about one-thirty in the morning to you sleeping with your head on the edge of the gurney.”

“Oh. Yeah I slept okay till Alfred ordered me to bed about an hour later when I woke up because you twitched.”

“Apologies.”

“Nah it’s okay. It was better for my neck to go to bed like a normal person,” I joked. Damian smirked. It wasn’t so tired and weak anymore. I liked his more alert smirk. It had a mischievous quality to it that made me feel like a kid meeting a new friend who was ultimately going to get me in so much trouble for doing something my parents told me not to do like swim in a creek or something.

“Then perhaps I’ll rescind my apology,” he said.

“Nah. I’ll still accept it because it used to be rare for you to apologize.”

“Tt. I was a bit of a brat when I was younger, wasn’t I?” he mused, grinning slightly.

“Mmhmm!” I agreed, eating more cereal. Damian snorted. “But,” I added, “you were also a good kid at heart who was doing his best with what he had to work with. You weren’t raised like a normal kid and frankly arrogance can be confidence if you can back up your claims. Which you often did.”

Damian regarded me. “Thank you,” he said. “That is… very kind of you.”

I smiled. “‘Course,” I said.

Damian looked between me and his sketchbook for a moment. “There’s… there’s something I want to show you,” he said thoughtfully.

“Uh… okay,” I replied.

He threw his covers off.

“Hey, wait, Damian,” I protested, “Alfred said you’re supposed to stay in bed till tomorrow.”

Damian gave me a cocked eyebrow, waiting for me to back down. I gave him the same look, refusing to back down. Waynes were ridiculously stubborn, but I wasn’t a doormat either. “You wouldn’t be able to reach what I’d like to show you, McCloud,” Damian said, getting out of bed. “And getting something from my closet won’t hurt me.”

I glared at him from the foot of the bed as he crossed to his closet and pulled down a box that was up on the high top shelf. He brought it over and dropped it by my knees. He sat on the other side of the dusty box and let the lid flop carelessly on the floor.

Inside was a pile of old sketchbooks, several of the bottom ones with yellowing pages.

I tensed up. Damian didn’t really show off his art to too many people. Sure he showed me his painting of the picture I’d posted on Twitter and his designs for my charity ball dress, but his sketchbooks were far more private. I only saw the drawing he did of me when I first got to the future because Jason dropped the sketchbook on my lap. I looked up at him, with surprise on my face.

“You alright?” he asked with a small grin.

“You’re… trusting me with this?” I replied.

“Of course. I'm showing you the practice sketches of the drawings I used to give the family every year for the day you went missing. Grayson would keep his for a while and then insisted I keep the drawings I gave to him.” He dug into the box and pulled out a folder that had several pages of sheet protectors in them and passed it to me. I pulled it open. “Those are the finished products. They look the best,” he added.

I flipped through the drawings. Each one was beautiful, and I could see how his art style improved over the eight years I’d been missing due to the time jump. There were eight of them. “Did you use references for these?” I asked. “Because I'm pretty sure I never looked like that.” I pointed to the one of me—dated 2025—in a flowing gown dancing with a partner whose face couldn’t be seen. The gown looked like it was being blown by a fantasy wind that also caught my hair.

Damian grinned. “No. I made that one up. Grayson asked if I would draw you dancing because he said he would forever remember you as a dancer. I decided I could take some liberties with it,” he said. I chuckled.

“And the one with the wings?”

“I was fourteen and Grayson said you were an angel. What would you expect?”

While I looked through the finished sketches Damian had drawn for Dick in greater detail, Damian pulled out the others he’d done for everyone else, explaining them and reminding me that the family loved me. I looked between the drawings and their artist, feeling flattered and amazed that he always depicted me in such beautiful ways. Most of them had me laughing and smiling in some way.

“I really don’t know what to say,” I said. “They’re all incredible.”

Damian ducked his head and avoided my eyes. “Thank you.”

Next

[renu8]

Blog Post #8

Running on Empty

Hey people, first and foremost, I have to apologise for only blogging once this week. It’s been a monster of a week, very busy with so much on that the time has whipped by and I can’t believe it’s Saturday. So thought I’d chuck out a post today and let you all know how I’m getting on😊

Food has been much of the same, lots of chicken, turkey and beef. Loads of veg. One thing I’ve noticed is that *WARNING* I am farting loads. I’m blaming the chickpeas in my chilli. They are so nice though, so you’ll have deal with my flatulence. Enough of that though, I’ll fill you in on the plan for next week. So with one week to go until the show starts, my diet is really going to push my resolve. Intermittent fasting is fairly popular and well known, but I’ll break it down. In this instance, I’m cutting out breakfast and will not be eating until 1. Then I am only allowed to eat until 7. So my eating window is 6 hours, my fasting window - 18 hours. It’s going to be super tough, as I’m in a routine in my work day, so this should put the cat amongst to pigeons. Not looking forward to this at all.

The workouts have been good. I’m alternating days, been lifting weights one day, conditioning sessions on the other. The weights are going up across the board still and I’m feeling stronger, I’m realising that the test of this won’t be until Football kicks off again, but I’ll be putting myself in a great position before that happens. Working out a lot has left me very low on energy - making it difficult to get out of bed in the morning. I have a tried and tested routine of how to wake up for the day ahead and I’ll let you all in on the secrets:

1. Get up. Sounds simple, but when the alarm goes off, get out of the bed. Turn off the alarm. DO NOT GET BACK IN.

2. Loose the snooze. Never at any time get used to using a snooze button, or try and trick your body awake with multiple alarms.

3. Make your bed. Once I make my bed, I know I’m not getting back into it until the evening, which whilst sad, makes it all the easier to get ready.

4. Open the curtains. Get that sun in the room people, it’s what let’s your brain know it’s day time.

5. DONT HAVE COFFEE FIRST THING.

This is the big one, once I learnt this, life changed. I’ll break it down. If you wake at 6am, your body naturally caffeinated between 8 and 9, the cortisol is pumping and should keep you going anyway. If you drink caffeine at this time, you stunt your natural resource, if you wait until 9:30am, you will benefit from the boost you need in a big way.

Bonus tip: don’t wear sunglasses in the morning. Same reason as opening the curtains. Benefit from the sunlight waking you up.

Still sober and going strong, haven’t had the urge to drink at all and I’m enjoying sobriety. One thing I think is helping this is that I’m going out still. I think that when people isolate themselves, the confuse the idea of “drinking” with “socialising”. I love seeing people so still doing that without a drink makes things a lot easier! Tomorrow is another sober england game, can’t wait! Not eliminating a whole day (and night) a week makes it easier to get things done, my rooms never been tidier, clothes never cleaner and I passed my theory test on Thursday, something I’ve put off for 11 years!

I’ll get back to blogging normally this week, they may be depressed as I won’t have any food 😂

Cheers,

KC

[thatbluegibson]

CH 15

“What,” Dave growled into his phone. He checked the clock next to his bed, surprised that it read 7:30am. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept that long.

“I fucking told you, man,” Taylor shouted. “She’s fucking Depp and you’re her side chick.”

Dave dragged his hand down his face, trying to wake up. “Dude, it’s 7 in the morning.”

Taylor paused a moment, confused. “You’re usually up at 5, though. You okay?” He listened to Dave’s silence, “I’ll be there in ten” and hung up the phone.

Dave looked at his phone screen, tossed it across his bed and buried his face back in the pillows.

*

Fifteen minutes later he was standing in his kitchen swearing at his coffee maker while Taylor set up his laptop on the table. Finally pouring himself a cup of coffee, he slumped down in a chair next to Taylor.

“I’d offer you some, but fuck you,” Dave grumbled, still not fully awake.

Taylor ignored him. “Look,” he spun the laptop towards Dave and pointed at the screen.

Dave leaned forward and squinted at the screen. “Need your glasses, old timer?” Taylor asked.

“Yes, asshole,” Dave said, standing up to grab them off the kitchen counter. He didn’t sit back down, just leaned over the table to look at the laptop. A picture of Liz leaving a restaurant was blown up on the screen. “So? She had a business meeting last night,” he shrugged, but kept his eyes on the picture. She was wearing a short black dress with stiletto sandals and her leather moto jacket, and Dave made a mental note to download that photo to his phone.     

Taylor dramatically clicked the mouse and another photo of Liz popped up. This time, Johnny was right behind her grinning at the camera as he climbed into the same SUV.

“They probably carpooled or something,” Dave said, standing back up and ripping his glasses off his face. “This is high school drama shit, Taylor.”

“That’s what I’m trying to fucking tell you, man!” Taylor jumped up. “You don’t need this shit in your life! Actresses are nothing but trouble.”

“No, I mean you lurking TMZ for Liz is some high school drama shit,” Dave shot back. “That website exists solely on creating false stories and you of all people, should know that.”

“Do you want to bring more TMZ into our lives?” Taylor’s voice increased. “Do you want fucking more photographers and all that shit everywhere we go? Do you want every question asked in an interview to be about her? You want a celebrity nickname?  Diz or Lave. Pick one, fucker, cause the media will do it for you if you don’t.”

“I don’t know, I kinda like Diz,” Dave quipped, trying to lighten the mood a little.

“Don’t,” Taylor warned, pointing a finger at him. “We have a good thing here, man. Please don’t fuck it up.”

Dave nodded, staring into his cup of coffee.

“I gotta take my kids to school,” Taylor said softly. “I’ll see you later.” He grabbed his laptop and let himself out the front door.

*

Liz sat on the white couch in her hotel room staring blankly at the woman in front of her. It was the second interview of the morning and Travis still hadn’t returned with her coffee.

“Any updates on the love life?” the woman grinned. Liz stared at her bleached white teeth and over-filled lips.

“No,” Liz said flatly, her eyes darting to Mark.

“Any comment on leaving a late night dinner with Johnny Depp?,” the interviewer pressed.

“She won’t comment on her personal life,” Mark reminded from the other side of the room, but Liz shot forward in her seat.

“I didn’t leave with him last night,” she said, feeling her throat tighten.

“There are several photos of you two leaving in the same car,” the woman shrugged, the plastered grin never leaving her face.

“Yeah, we dropped him off at his own car,” Liz continued, her voice sounding defensive.

“Liz...,” Mark warned.

With that, Liz settled back in her seat. “Are we done here?” she asked, annoyed.

“I think I have everything I need,” the woman sneered, grabbing her recorder off the coffee table and leaving the room.

“How many more,” Liz whined, hiding her face in her hands.

“Two and then photo calls,” Mark said joining her on the couch.

She groaned and stood up, moving to stand next to the tall windows, she glanced down at the trash can next to her feet and caught a glimpse of the coffee cup Dave had brought her the day before.

“You can take him to the Oscars, you know,” Mark said quietly.

“What?” Liz spun around to face him.

“Grohl. Take him to the Oscars,” he shrugged and pulled his phone from his blazer pocket.

“I don’t think… No,” Liz shook her head. “That would be weird.”

Mark shrugged again and tapped out a text.

“Why did Silva want me at his party?” Liz asked, looking back out the window.

“McCartney set that up,” he answered, still looking at his phone. “When you’ve been in the business as long as he has, you know how to play the game to your advantage.”

“The game isn’t any fun when you’re a pawn,” Liz mumbled, thinking thought for a moment. “You know, Mark? I’ve been thinking I’d like to take a break. After my commitments are done, I mean. Go home for a bit and actually be a mother to my kids.”

Mark set down his phone and sighed. “It’s an option. I can put some things on hold, but you’ll have to let me know soon. Offers and scripts are going to start raining down on you after the Oscars.”

Liz nodded, grumbling a little when she watched a black SUV pull up and Johnny step into the building.

“The wind chime has arrived,” she groaned.

*

Dave looked up from an almost complete set list when Taylor walked into the rehearsal space.

“Hey,” Taylor nodded, setting down a bag on the nearest chair.

“Hey,” Dave looked back down at the list, tapping his pen on the table top. “Are we doing ‘Long Road to Ruin’ or should we skip it?”

“Skip it,” Taylor flipped a chair around and read the list over Dave’s shoulder. “Look, man-“

Dave’s hand shot up from the paper, effectively silencing Taylor. “We’re not talking about it. It’s a non-issue. Let’s focus on this gig.”

Taylor held his hands up defensively. “I’m just looking out for you, man. You’ve been so… I don’t know, broody since… you know.”

Dave dropped his pen and sat back. “So I’ve been told.”

Taylor pushed his chair closer to Dave’s side. “I’d be a fucking disaster if Ally left me and it’s been hell just watching you go through this, so I can’t say I know what’s going on in your head. I’m stoked you’re getting back out there, but I just don’t think she’s right for the long haul.”

Dave kept his eyes on the set list, but his mind was racing. “She’s fucking perfect, dude. All that fame shit aside, she’s perfect… and I hate it.”

They both looked up as Nate walked in, exchanging a quiet look as Nate set down his bass case. Taylor slapped his hand on Dave’s shoulder and stood up to begin the rehearsal.

*

Liz lay in her bed, cocooned in piles of down comforters and pillows as she scrolled through her phone. Josie buzzed around her room laying out garment bags.

“So how did Sunday night go?” Josie asked, pulling a shoe box from the closet.

“Better than expected,” Liz perked up. “No business or coke, but I hung out with Dave Grohl pretty much the entire night.”

Josie stopped short in the middle of the room, her mouth hanging open, “You did what now?”

“He’s really nice,” Liz said, struggling to sit up in the pile of blankets. “Even helped me piss off Johnny a little.”

Josie jumped onto the bed and scooted closer to Liz, “And?”

Liz felt herself blushing, “And… nothing? He’s just a really nice guy and we hung out for a bit,” she said, confused as to why she was suddenly feeling shy. Josie was her one close friend in LA, all the others proving to be in it for the peripheral fame. Josie’s eyebrows raised a little, coaxing Liz to tell more. “He invited me to a show tomorrow night,” she mumbled, looking back at her phone.

“And you’re going,” Josie decided. “What are you gonna wear?”

“I don’t know. Jeans and a shirt?” Liz said, thinking about her texts with Dave. “It’s a show at the Roxy.”

“That sounds so fun!”

Liz threw the covers off her shoulders, “You should come with me! Please go, I don’t want to be alone!”

Josie looked confused for a moment. “But… like, he’ll be there...”

“Yeah, but kinda busy since he’s in the band and all,” Liz explained.

“Oh it’s a Foo Fighters show! Hell yeah I’ll go!” Josie bounced with excitement.

“Okay, but I need a favor,” Liz added, an idea popping into her head.

Josie narrowed her eyes at her friend. “… what,” she said lowly.

A smile spread across Liz’s face, “It’s gonna sound weird, but just heard me out.”

[bucketofchum]

So today’s been a long day. I guess I owe it to anyone who has been following my nebulous updates throughout the day (and night) if you were awake then to see the beginnings of my struggle day hah). I guess I’ll start from last night. (Warning: really fucking long post under cut)

I was already feeling faint and weak by 6:30pm or so yesterday. I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, which is bad, I know because I’m supposed to sleep a little more than normal due to the concussion. I slept about 5 hours the precious night. I thought I’d probably crash soon since I didn’t think it was likely that I’d be able to stay awake much longer. But I wanted to get some work done too that night and I had to shower too. Took my shower – that woke me up a bit, thankfully. I worked for a few hours and finished up a document, which, although it wasn’t much work, at least I got something done for this other job so I wouldn’t feel as bad. Around 10pm I started fading again. I crashed at around 10:30pm finally, hoping to get a solid night of sleep so I’d have a productive day of work tomorrow morning. I had a lot of writing to get done.

Instead, I had…a nightmare? Of sorts? It started out as kind of a normal every day kind of dream. I was messaging a friend here on tumblr as we usually do, and they sent me a gif of them eating a pizza – cuz if I went to sleep, then they’d eat pizza. Or something. So I was glad to see them enjoying their pizza. I don’t hear from them again for 3 hours, and it turns out the pizza was weed infused, haha. So now they’re pretty high and having a good time. I’m really happy for them. It turns out they’re going to attend graduate school where I went to undergrad, which is awesome – I was very excited to have them share a school experience with me ahah. But then I don’t hear from them for a little while longer and then get this short dense message from them that’s hard to read, but it seems serious. It’s about 3 sentences long, but it has no punctuation or capitalisation so it’s really hard to focus and see what it says. I get the gist of the first part “this is really hard for me to say…” and then I think it goes into them talking about how they have come to the difficult decision of annulling our friendship. ….I can…hardly believe it. I try really hard to read exactly what the words are saying to better understand what I did wrong, but I can’t focus – I’m dizzy and the words keep blurring together. I can only gather that I’m too unpredictable and not forthcoming or something along those lines – but it’s so hard to read.

Then I wake up from the anxiety attack induced by this. It’s a little past midnight.

I needed to confirm that the dream wasn’t true, so bleary eyed (I had only slept about 1.5 hours, but my heart was thudding out of my chest from anxiety), I turn to my phone. No messages from them. Hm. There’s also a chance they aren’t awake but idk. So I message them about the dream hoping for confirmation that the dream wasn’t real. They are awake. But the confirmation I was hoping for – to be comforted that the dream was unfounded – I did not receive. Shit. So. Well then… even if the dream did not happen, it would not be unreasonable to believe that it ..could happen. At any point. Sometime soon? Did they not want to be friends anymore? At least since I was talking to the real deal now and not trying to read a message in a dream, they could verballing confirm for me what the reasons would be for wanting to annul out friendship. They could tell me what I’ve been doing wrong that was so intolerable. And I’d respect it. I’d respect their decision to stop talking to me.

I realise I was.. probably delirious. And just not in a good mental place. For a lot of reasons. The dream-induced anxiety, the lack of sleep, the concussion, etc. But I had it in my head that there were these set of reasons that my friend had come up with for why they decided that they could no longer continue our friendship. And I needed to wring this out of them. And they were being dodgy and evasive and using vague words like “it’s complicated” or “you have your flaws” – but those weren’t responding to exactly what those were – or the reason to annul our friendship. The combination of the words they were using in this real life scenario and my dream of them wanting to annul our friendship.. was.. just a very bad combination. Nothing about the way I was thinking was.. on track.

Eventually they end up telling me some of their concerns, which are…not at all the concerns I thought – or had imagined in my dream. And that cognitive dissonance was able to break me out of the dream-mental-reality I was in. idk. That delirious talk also raised some other questions, but.. they needed to sleep. I can’t even imagine what that conversation must have been like on their end, tbh. I can hardly conceptualise what it was on my end since so little of it was grounded in reality.

It’s another hour or so before I fall asleep. I sleep at maybe 3am. Wake up promptly at 7am without an alarm (7:02 was sunrise; I remember I checked my phone at 7:04am). It takes me way too long to get ready for work. I was planning on walking to work, not biking (it’s about a 40 minute walk), but by the time I am ready to leave, it’s already 8:55am. I don’t know where the time went. So I stagger over to get my bike because if I’m going to be late, at least I won’t be…ridiculously late.

I’m at work by 9:30am. I can’t get any work done. I can’t focus. I make some edits to the document based on suggestions my supervisor had left, but I’m unable to generate complete sentences. I’m distracted and just can’t focus on anything at all. But I… check my e-mail and see I got a free haircut because of my blood donation at this hypermasculine place called SportClips? I check locations, and the nearest one is some 4 miles away. I don’t know if I want to make that trek – but I am due for a haircut I guess. I’ve been looking shaggy and haggardly lately I guess. My friend strongly urges me to get my hair cut – I guess on account of the recent attack. I guess I can pass as female (like a short haired androgynous female), so they do urge me to get my hair cut. Buzzed. Okay. I’ll have to find some time to allocate to get to this SportClips then. My friend and I laugh about how ridiculously hypermasculine this place is marketed. “Sports on TV” “Guy Smart Stylists” “It’s good to be a guy!” “You’re always welcome for a mini Man Break.” *images of attractive women cutting men’s hair and men watching Sports™ together* Tbh it’s a little nauseating. 

My supervisor checks in on me and tells me I should go home. I haven’t even been at work for 2 hours and she is sending me off because – I guess – I’m in terrible shape. She tells me I can make up the hours tomorrow and Friday. I only worked 3.5 hours yesterday too. I’ve just been… not doing great. But I know I can’t get anything done at work, so I take her advice and leave. It’s 11:30am – not even noon, and I’m already off work.

Huh. I figure I can get that haircut then. Since I unexpectedly have some time.

Have to figure out how to get there. There’s a …tube… it looks like only cars go there? I quickly look up that tube on the internet to see if it’s amenable to foot/bike traffic. The one site I checked confirms it is – says it’s a narrow pass, so only one bike can fit at a time - if there are two bikers, they have to dismount to pass. Fair enough. Makes sense. So I turn into the tunnel.

It…… hhmmmmm. I am only on the road for a few meters before I realise I am the only bike on a very high speed highway like road with no shoulder. Off the the side behind a fence is a small narrow sidewalk. But why didn’t I go in there? I passed the entrance?? I don’t think so. I don’t remember an entrance. So I dismount. On the fuckin freeway. I have to walk back against traffic. There is no shoulder. I’m fuckin. Terrified. But. I can’t keep going forward into the tunnel with this traffic. I would die. So less chance of dying is walking back to try to find how to get on the other side of this fence thing. It takes a while to walk back just a couple dozen meters or so because. It’s a blind curve. With trucks and cars going at 50-60mph. And I’m walking. With a bike. It’s just a terrible situation. I finally get back to where the fence starts. And it’s???? Fuckin??? NARROW??? The opening of the fence is just barely big enough for me to fit through sideways. Now look – I’m a decently slim person. When I looked at that entrance, just eyeballing it, I would have told you I wouldn’t be able to get in there. But. Idk I’m in too deep now. How to get my bike through, though. I dismantle the front wheel of my bike so that I can turn the handlebars sideways and…flip the bike through. It is too narrow for even the pedals to fit through. I guess that gives you an idea of how narrow this is. With enough finagling, I’m able to squeeze the bike through. Then the front wheel. Then my backpack. Then myself. On the other side of the fence now, I put my bike back together.

Now I guess if I were in my right mind I would not have done that. I probably would have called it a day. But clearly I guess I wasn’t thinking. My head is definitely not set on right from a combination of shit – the lack of sleep, the concussion, the combination thereof, the anxiety dream from the night before…? Any number of factors idk. But clearly the fact that I did all that shit without questioning anything means I wasn’t thinking rationally.

Anyhow once I got past that narrow entrance I felt relatively safe from the cars. I was elevated and behind a fence. Once in the tunnel, I was clearly the only non vehicular traffic. It was narrow enough for just me and my bike (for the handlebars of the bike to be straight across), but nothing else. Idk what that website was on about because there is no way two bikers could fit, even dismounted. Also – this is a highway???????? There is only one way traffic.

The tunnel ended after a mile. I did not feel 100% safe even behind the fence but that was…a lot safer than I felt outside the tunnel. No more fence, and the ledge narrowed to a staggering foot and a half wide. Which might have been fine – maybe – if not for the big arrow signs off the walls directing the car traffic. Why? I don’t know. It’s a fucking highway it’s not like there are multiple ways you can go. It’s those arrows that tell you the road is turning/curving, I guess so you don’t ram into a wall since you’re going 60-70 mph. Anyhow. 

I… was convinced I was going to die. If I stuck ad arm out at any point, I would have lost it. I tried hard to keep my body as close to the wall as possible, but those giant metal arrow signs meant that I occasionally had to step off into the actual road. I was gonna die here. And nobody would know where I was except the one friend. And for what. For a haircut. A haircut that would maybe prevent me from being assaulted another time? Idk.

This was.. the worst stretch of road. Honestly. Probably the first time I started thinking rationally all day. Why the fuck was I here? There was no way out of this. I’d shake every time a car or truck passed because of the speeds and they were close enough to almost clip me. It would have been so easy for me to die. 

But. I didn’t. Eventually the wall ended and it opened up to another highway. An open two way highway that was slower – I guess mostly local traffic. (Slower as in fewer cars, not slower speeds). I hopped the short divider fence and pulled my bike over, waited for the second highway to clear up, and traversed the four lanes. To. A …strip mall? Honestly idk at this point I felt unreal. Like if you’ve ever spent 3-4 days with no sleep and you feel ethereal and timeless and like you don’t actually have a corporeal form. That’s how I felt. It was a little past noon by this point. Of course the strip mall is relatively dead. Who goes to a strip mall at noon on a Wednesday? Liminal space. 

I wander around kind of delirious and find the SportClips. I fuckin almost died for this stupid SportClips. My body was covered in soot from the tunnel I guess, but the lady at the reception was kind enough not to say anything about that or my vacant stare and hollow tone of voice. 

But then idk what proceeded was…? One of the most pleasant experiences of my life? Idk if it was cuz I was so delirious but. Hm. So I usually cut my own hair, so I don’t know much about getting hair professionally cut. I didn’t have a picture or a goal in mind. Just.. short. Buzzed. She offered some suggestions and tbh I said “yeah sure okay” to them all. “You’re so picky – what am I gonna do with you?” she joked. She asked me how I normally wear my hair. ???? idk I just.. I just wake up and it’s on my head idk. I don’t use any product I guess. And she cut it…so it looked really nice?? Huhhh…..

And then since it was my first time there, she asked if I wanted a warm shampoo and head massage??? Um???? Okay???? She brought me around to the back and sat me down in a chair that reclined. And put a hot towel on my face. And massaged my temples of my forehead and my cheekbones ???? through the hot towel??? And then washed my hair with shampoo and massaged my head???? While doing it?????? It was the single most pleasant experience I had ever had in my entire life I think. Also?? The chair…was vibrating the whole time?????????? God… 

That didn’t last that long hah, but then she brings me out and sits me down in another chair. I guess it’s to dry off. She wiped my face off with the hot towel and I… just felt… really taken care of??? Idk I felt safe? Hah. Then she says dryly with a smile “but wait there’s more” and pulls out a thing – I don’t even know what it is but tbh I’m too afraid to ask. It almost looks like an…air horn…? But hold up, it’s not plugged in. I think maybe it’s a blow drier? And it’s. A fucking. Massage thing. She gives me a fucking neck and shoulder massage. I’m. Fucking. Dead. This is the most amazing thing I have never asked for, and I did not expect any of this. 

Then she tousles my hair with some product although tbh it looks pretty damn amazing even without product. I ask if I can give her kudos or anything on the website or anywhere. Turns out it’s her last day, so it’s not like it’ll do anything. But I can do it anyway so they know what they’re missing. Okay, I say. I’ll do that. Because of my blood donation, it was free. A $20 haircut and an unexpected massage for free. Wow.

Hm okay. Now I have to figure out how to get home. It’s about 12:30. There is a tube for the Northward direction but god idk there is nothing I wanted less at that moment than to relive that underground highway tunnel experience. I’m not sure I would survive a second attempt and I’d …really rather not. My heart had still not settled by that point. And just the thought of needing to do that again was anxiety inducing.

There’s a bus in the area and also a ferry. The bus is nearby but I don’t know if they will allow a bike on. The ferry is another 4 miles out of the way and will take me pretty far out, but I guess I can bike home eventually… before my tutoring. God, I still have to tutor tonight. As I’m looking for the bus station, I feel my legs buckle underneath me. I realise I haven’t eaten yet. It’s about 1:30pm. I think I last ate yesterday around…5pm? Hm. Anyhow if this bus thing doesn’t work out, I’ll look for the ferry and figure out how that works when I get there. Hopefully the bus works.

But I realise. I don’t have fuckin cash on me. Last week, a woman approached me and said she was homeless and needed money for food. I’m.. not in the best financial situation right now, as you guys probably know, but also I’ve been there – where you don’t know when or where you can get your next meal. She said please. I dug out my wallet and gave her the only bill I had – a $10. That would buy her lunch. Idk I didn’t feel as great as I should have because honestly I’m.. really not doing well myself. But. No one should have to go hungry. So. That’s why I have no cash on me. And the bus comes. The fare is $2.25. They don’t take card. And it’s exact change only. I’m kind of.. panicking as I’m digging through my backpack. My pockets are empty and every pocket in my backpack seems em…pty…? I see something shiny. A fuckin. Coin? I have… I miraculously have $2.25 in my backpack. I don’t know what sort of deity is pulling for me tbh – clearly some god somewhere is working overtime, cuz I somehow have exact fucking change for a bus fare. Lord in heaven. And the bus even has a rack for my bike.

The bus somehow crosses the channel without my noticing. Damn that was fast…? I’m so close to home. Also my hair smells ridiculously good. Even when I was in my “how to get home” panicked state, I kept on randomly smelling how ridiculously good my hair was. It was.. the strangest experience. Couldn’t focus on getting home because I was just distracted by the smell of my hair. Soot on my body and disheveled clothes, I probably looked like a hobo with a really fuckin sharp haircut. Idk. 

I get off about 8 blocks from my house and it’s a strange walk back. It’s about 3pm maybe and I’m just feeling delirious. Everything about it feels unreal but I just know I’m really close to home. I make it home, safe, and I can’t support myself upright anymore. Crash on my bed. I send a tremendously short e-mail to my tutoring client “I don’t think I can be there for our lesson tonight.” Probably conjugated a verb wrong, but I couldn’t think enough to write anything more. I finally crashed. I slept for about.. half an hour to an hour? About 40 minutes, I think. And spend another half hour lying there, trying to get up.

It’s now about 7pm. And I need to cook something.

[cait-writes-stuff]

The Boss - Jason Todd x Reader

THIS FIC HAS BEEN SUBMITTED TO ME BY ANON FOR PUBLICATION

Jason blended into the crowd of lowlifes. An aura of “don’t-fuck-with-me” rolled off him in waves, causing people to steer clear of him on the sidewalk. When he reached the apartment building he was looking for, he stared up at the top. 

It was Section-8 housing. It looked like it, too. The building was run down from years of people moving in and out and the government not caring enough to fix it up. There were children playing on the steps outside, despite the fact that it was 11:00pm. Their parents were probably still at work. Jason felt for those kids. He knew there was a lot stacked against them. It wasn’t their fault, nor was it their parents fault; life had just dealt them a hard hand. 

​He wasn’t here for the kids, however. He was here for the man running the block out of the apartment building in front of him. Jason crossed the street and passed right by the kids, not giving them a second glance. He couldn’t have, his resolve would have broken if he had to stare them in the eyes and know that they’ve seen just as much carnage and bloodshed as he had. Instead, he walked straight into the building and up eight flights of stairs. 

The building had an elevator, but it had broken back in the 90s and hadn’t been fixed since. Once at the top, he looked to his left and his right, making sure he was alone. Once he was sure there was no one else on the floor, he strode towards apartment 802. Not bothering with knocking, he kicked the door in and strode inside.

You had been lying on your back in the bed, your phone hovering above your face as you scrolled through Facebook. You were trying to distract yourself as you waited for confirmation that the major drug exchange was a success. 

When the front door of your apartment slammed open, you jumped in shock, grabbing your gun off the nightstand and slipping it into the back waistband of your jean shorts then pulled your tank top over to hide it. Suspicious that it was someone challenging your authority, you moved silently and carefully. No one for a 5-mile radius would be dumb enough to challenge your claim to the block, but there were always outliers. 

As you stepped out of your bedroom and towards the living room, you strained your ears to try and hear voices. It was silent. ​Suddenly, a man appeared in the hallway with you. Your heart stopped in panic as you recognized the red mask that had been terrorizing your suppliers for months. The man misread your fear, though. ​

“I’m not here to hurt you.” He said as if he was trying to console you. “I’m just looking for the man running this block.” You looked at him in confusion. The Red Hood must not know that it was actually a woman who was in charge of the area. You certainly weren’t going to correct him. ​Shaking your head, you answered him, 

“I don’t know where he is.” Your voice cracked as you said it, playing at his assumption that you were a victim to the dealer’s plot. ​His eyes looked past you, not completely buying your act. He moved forward, pushing you gently to the side as he went to check the rest of the apartment. 

When his back was to you, you rolled your eyes and moved into the living room. You debated in your mind whether you were more concerned about this man’s sexist opinion of women not being able to be in charge of drug rings or if you were grateful for his ignorance. You sat down on your couch and waited for him to finish searching your house. When he joined you back in the living room, he had a gun out. ​

“Where is he?” Red Hood demanded from you, knowing that you knew something about the drug lord’s whereabouts. ​You shrugged. 

“I have no idea where he is. I don’t know where you get your intel from, but there is no drug lord here.” ​He argued with you. 

“Yes, there is. My sources are solid. And I’ve been staking this place out for weeks. You’re hiding him, and I don’t like it when people hide information from me.” ​You bit your cheek to hid the smile that threatened to completely give away your cover. His threat was unconvincing. 

As tough as the man in front of you seemed, he was a “save-the-damsel-in-distress” superhero. They all were. He wasn’t going to hurt you; not while he thought you were just the girlfriend of the local drug lord.You stood up, moving towards him with your hands up. 

​“Listen,” you told him, “I sincerely do not know where the man you’re looking for is. I wish I could help you, but I can’t.” ​

“Then perhaps you wouldn’t mind me waiting here for him to come home, would you?” Red Hood asked, moving to sit in the seat you just vacated. 

​“What? No!” You followed him and stood over him as he sat on your couch. “I have to wake up and go to work tomorrow at 4:30am. I have a real job, unlike you.” ​Red Hood ignored you, settling in on your couch. 

​“Oh.” He added, pulling your phone from his pocket. “Just so you don’t tip him off that I’m here waiting for him.” ​Your heart caught in your throat when you saw that he had your phone. You were still waiting on a confirmation text from your lieutenants that the transaction was successful. Still, you didn’t want to tip him off to anything, so you kept your cool. You shifted your weight to one leg and cocked out a hip, running a rand through your hair. ​

“I really don’t have time to argue with you.” You said, stifling a yawn. “I really have to go to sleep. And I can’t do that with an armed maniac in my home. Can you please leave?” ​At that, he stood up, his height towering over your smaller frame. He stood right in front of you, your chest almost flush with his. He smelled nice, for a vigilante—like cigarettes and leather and soap. He reached behind you and, after a second, you realized what he was reaching for. Trying to back away before he could grab it, Red Hood grabbed your gun from you.

​“It doesn’t look like you’re struggling to protect yourself, sweet cheeks.” He joked with you. ​You reached for your gun, fighting his strength with as much of yours as you could. Eventually, he gave in, allowing you to grab it from his hands. Holding it up so that it was pointed at his chest, you motioned with your head towards the door.

“Get out. Leave my phone. And get out.” ​He held his hands up in surrender and walked towards the door.

​“This isn’t the last you’ll see of me, sweet cheeks.” He told you before shutting the door. ​You immediately went up and reset all your locks. Thankfully, only the deadbolt had been broken, not the numerous other chain locks that you had installed after you had moved in. Locking the door up tight, you fell down on your couch, exhausted from the adrenaline of almost getting caught. ​

Your phone vibrated underneath you. Pulling it out, you saw that you had a message from one of your lieutenants. It was a confirmation message. The deal was a success. It was only after you sent a reply that you noticed the time stamp on the message. It had come in 10 minutes ago, when Red Hood was searching your room. 

He had seen the message. 

[etherunreal]

small ramble

the universe is having a real funky time atm like i feel like a lot has happened

i went vintage shopping in london

went to a party n met this rly confusing dude at like midnight

walked half way across london in all black 30 degree weather after hardly eating for two days

got lowkey high in the woods

kissed a girl that i don’t realllyyy like just because she likes me

talked my mate out of dying until like 5 am

smoked more weed in the park right before i had to go home

went a bit mad had a breakdown panic attack kinda relapsed at 2 am

thought i was hallucinating but it started thundering for an hour

now it’s 4:30am and i haven’t slept or eaten properly in days, i have no idea how i feel but i’m not tired and the sun is rising and i’m not looking forward to waking up tomorrow cus i know i’ve been an actual mess the past few days and i have the whole of tomorrow to think about everything and clean my room which is covered in my bad habits

this entire month has been so chaotic and busy and i’ve been listening to screamo for an hour even though i don’t ever listen to this

[peachingboy]

bnha l/n II translations

Chapter 6: After the feast Part 1 (宴の後)

t/n this is a really long part I hope that’s okay, but goodness this felt like such a botchy job, so I apologise for any errors in advance! nonetheless, this was actually realllllly funny omg! 

Iida awoke to a popping noise like sound, bursting awake, he had not realised that he woke up to the sound of his own snort bubble popping. Naturally, Iida blinked his eyes a few times to grasp onto the reality he was in.

Near by, he could hear the snoring on others, who is this person? Iida was now completely awake by this point, usually he doesn’t wake up during the night, he sleeps at a set time and wakes up at a set time. To regulate one’s lifestyle is just the basic, and so the first step towards an independent lifestyle is to be able to take care of one’s self. Iida was skilled at self management, he crossed his brows together, there has to be a link between lack of sleep and that of your bodies stamina, the lodge training was a gruelling attempt for them to test out their bodies strength.

Anyways, I should probably get back to sleep

Iida tries to fall asleep for a second time, however..

“Ku......ku......” Who is it that’s snoring? Iida was concerned, why is it that he could hear such a noise, although you can’t do much about it, it wasn’t like the person who’s snoring was doing it on purpose, it’s obvious they must have been really tired.

Certainly, today was very tiring, still there was a few hours left before the day was to start again. From 5:30am they had their quirk strengthening practice and then during dinner they had to cook their own curry to eat, it was actually really delicious with everyone going for seconds, to be honest it wasn’t any different from the ones you usually get in store, 

After dinner, they had a wager on the meat with the boys from B, everyone ended up using their quirk during the match which ended up in an uproar, with everyone getting scolded by Aizawa sensei afterwards.

I should have pulled myself together a little more

Everything was left up to the referee, Iida had to be the one to take the “unseen” into consideration, as everything started to settle down, they all angrily preached in unison, still there was also the Mineta peeping affair before going to bed, he invaded the girls room, they ended up wrapping him up like a maki roll with the futon. “Atleast rope me up” Mineta asked, of course they granted him that wish.

“ku.....ku.....ku........”

“...............?” Iida was suddenly taken back by the snore which suddenly stopped

 What if it’s sleep apnea syndrome?!

Certainly it would be troublesome if his classmates were in danger like this, Iida leaped up, but first thing first he needed to find his glasses that were situated besides his pillow, these were the usual troubles a glasses wearer had to go through.

As he searched around, there was nothing where his glasses case was meant to be.

“Huh?”

Iida became a little worried, but for now his first concern is with the person behind the snoring, even without his glasses his eye sight was still at a 0.8, he could relatively still see so it wasn’t a big issue. However, if things were a little clearer, he’d be less likely to overlook or miss anything.

The sound was coming from Satou’s direction! 

“Satou..ku-”

“Ku......ku......I’m already full.....ku”

That strange breathing, it seems like it was temporary, Iida sighed a breath of relief.

Ah that’s great, that’s great indeed.... oh ya oh ya but this sleeping position looks bad

Satou had kicked the futon off himself, sleeping without anything covering him, Iida was straining his eyes at Satou’s dishevelled feet poking out from his futon, iida went to gently place his feet back onto his futon. Even if it is summer, it’d be troublesome if he was to get cold during his sleep.

“hnn?”

Although it was dark, there was still some sort of light peeping in from a door by Shouji, little by little the light began to shine on everyone’s shocking sleeping position, at first glance it just looks like they’re just poking out from their futon, that itself seemed okay, but how on earth did it come like this Iida thought.

“Honestly... what would happened if they ended up catching a summer cold?” Iida murmured in amazement, he proceeded to go and try to fix everyones futon, at this rate he’d probably wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep, plus he needed to go to the toilet too. So, he decided, before going back to sleep, he’s going to visit the toilet because to have a good sleep, your body must be in good condition first.

However, before this... glasses... glasses

It’s never a nice thing to not have the thing you’re always with. Iida searched beside his pillow once again, it wasn’t under his futon either.

Where in the world could it be.... ahh... what if..

Due to everyone's terrible sleeping position, theres a chance that someone may have kicked his glasses case away.

I have no choice, while fixing everyone’s futon, I’ll search for my glasses case at the same time

Of course Iida was very careful when preparing to go through the guys, this was severe training as it is, although it was his fault he had lost his glasses, and he was sorry about what he was about to do, he can’t let his emotions take over right now.

“...yosh.”

Starting with Kouda who was next to Satou, he fixed his futon, the usually quiet Kouda, half of his body was hanging out of his futon, he carefully checked around both their futons. There should have been a high chance of it being nearby, but sadly he couldn’t find his glasses case.

Next Iida moved onto Iuzku who was next to his own futon, he gently pulled the futon cover over Izuku’s shoulders.

“Muniyaa....” Izuku stirred a little, but it didn’t looke like he’d be getting up anytime soon, seemed like he was having a nice dream with a smile like that plastered over his sleeping face. Iida could only smile.

It has become an important mission for him to fix the futon of his friends, as he didn’t want it to hinder their sleep. tomorrow, actually no, to be precise later on today, harsh training will be waiting for them again, it was the class presidents job to help with maintaining everyone's physical condition.

Iida suppressed his enthusiasm as he carefully searched around Izuku’s futon, but as expected, his glasses case was no where to be found. Moving on, he heads over to Todoroki’s futon who was neighbouring Izuku and him.

“?”

In the place where Todoroki’s head was meant to be, there was a foot there instead, in other words when on earth did he switch position during his sleep?! 

Even Todoroki-kun’s sleeping posture is terrible, this is unexpected.

Iida was worried, he had to move him back but would it be okay to just leave him like this too, if he was to move him he’d risk waking him up, as he began to fix his futon, Todoroki let out a small groan.

“uu.......”

It was a painful sounding groan, Iida grew worried about his friend, even though it seemed like Todoroki was having a bad dream, his face still had the same stern look. The light shone on his forehead, could he be cold sweating? This would be bad for his physical condition, maybe it’d be a good idea to wake him up anyways, Iida was worried when suddenly Todoroki began to talk in his sleep.

“...kuzu mochi....stuck in my throat...”

.....Kuzu mochi..?

Iida had no idea on what he was going on about, maybe it was something Todoroki’s father liked

It looks like he’s just having a bad dream about food, he’ll probably be okay

Nonetheless, Iida went on to look for his glasses case however was still unable to find it. Iida stood up moving onto the next place, this person had his face planted downwards, on his knees, waist up in the air, is face was buried deep into his pillow, Iida could only stare in shock, who on earth was this person? He looks like he’s in trouble!

How does one sleep like this?! Who on earth is this person?!

Iida gently removed the pillows, revealing the bright coloured hair shining in the darkness.

Oh, isn’t this Kaminari kun?

Iida planned on talking to Kaminari about sleeping afterwards. It looked like an extremely painful sleeping position, but this person looked like he wasn’t having any problems sleeping peacefully, nonetheless Iida went on to fix his futon anyways, searching for his glasses case at the same time.

As he was proceeding to move forward, he’d hadn’t realised that he was unable to get inbetween futons, as there was a arm stretched out in the way, who could these arms belong to? 

“...What is this...”

Iida quickly turned to the direction of the voice, there was a pointed blade like knife thing, what on earth is that?

“?!”

This hardened arm, it had to be no other than Kirishima, his hardened arm had also pierced his own pillow, Instantly Iida leaped forward in an attempt to escape from Kirishima, now he is faced to faced with the passionate display of a sleeping position by Bakugou.

“Phew... just made it..”

Kirishima who was laid next to Kaminari had pierced his own pillow with his own arm, still heavily breathing in his sleep it seemed like he was unfazed. Iida catches his breath before going back to fix Kirishima’s futon.

Because it was the first day of camp, everyone slept like a log, they weren’t able to notice anything, but with everyone being able to sleep in positions like this, it only drew out a sense of admiration from Iida.

And so, he moved forward to Bakugou who slept with his stomach on show, fixing his futon, he then moved onto Sero who had his leg flapping outwards of his futon looking like he was about to fly off with it. 

But he had to go back to Bakugou again, it looked like he was really hot or something.

“Your stomach is going to get cold Bakugou kun” and so Iida went to pull the futon over him once again, but this time he as to be really gentle, what if he kicks off again, a sleeping Bakugou is still a Bakugou. After Iida having attempted to drape the futon over him over and over again, Bakugou grew frustrated, as his hands started emitting explosions.

“ah....” Iida averted his eyes, the light from the explosion shone on something from the opposite side, where Ojiro and Shouji laid, it must be his glasses case! Iida gave up trying to fix the futon cover over Bakugou and instead decided to just pull down the tank top he was wearing, covering his stomach. 

And like that, Iida rushed over to where his glasses case were.

Surely.. this attack?

However, he wasn’t able to do it, Iida failed to notice where he was placing his feet, suddenly Iida accidentally hit Ojiro’s tail which was turning about while he slept, Surprisingly, Iida’s flexible legs were able to avoid stepping on it.

“?”

The tail was like Ojiro’s third arm, moreover it seemed like it had the personality of an animal, when his friends were in danger, it ended up playing an important part. If he had stepped on his tail, even during sleep it’d naturally attack back. Ojiro was still asleep, it seems like his accomplice, the tail was only awake as it grasped onto Iida without a seconds thought!

“Uwaah!”

Iida stumbled and fell forward, landing on top of Shouji, falling into the wings of arms which began to tighten around him.

“Hu.......!”

It seemed like Shouji was having some sort of dream where he’s fighting with a villain, as he took the villains fall into his arms as a sign of battle, he tightened.

“Shou....Shouji-ku-...”

When it comes to arm power, no one can beat Shouji, as his arms tightened, Iida felt like his life was on the line, at the same time his urge to go to the toilet had started up again as well. Iida tapped onto Shouji’s arm for him to release him but it seems like in his dream he was still duking it out with the villain as his gripped tightened even more.

“Gu....!”

Iida had to do something! Kaminari who was sleeping in the painful looking position could be heard “Uwee.....” in his sleep, he rolled towards them Iida felt like he was hanging on by a thread, he went in and grabbed onto Kaminari’s ankle with all his might!

“nghgyaaaa.....”

Surprisingly, within that Kaminari let out an electrical discharge the moment he opened his eyes, the light and sound from Kaminari shocked Shouji which allowed Iida to slip through the loosened crevices of his arms.

“Uwee......” amazingly Kaminari was able to fall asleep again right away, anyhow, Iida was able to escape from this predicament, he let out a sigh of relief before returning to the original issue of his missing glasses case. 

Where on earth could it be

Iida proceeded towards Aoyama who was the furthest away, he went on to fix his futon then realising his sleeping position was equivalent to that of a painting, however the glasses case was no where near him. Opposite laid Tokoyami who slightly shivered,  slept with his face upwards, cooly and quietly breathing, he was really acquainted with Iida’s style.

Tokoyami kun, even when you’re sleeping you’re still doing your best!

Iida nodded in full satisfaction, there wasn’t anything wrong with his futon either, he decided to move onto to Mineta who was rolled up in his futon like a maki roll, no double it’d be impossible for him to get cold like this.

“More.... more.... bring me more boobs...”

Iida shooked his head at Mineta who was talking away in his sleep, what kind of dream was he having! However, Iida discovered that form of his head was a little different than usual, the perfectly rounded balls of Mineta’s mogimogi quirk, inside there was one small oval shaped ball.

“Mhm... this!...” Iida intentionally yelled out, he quickly pressed his hands against his mouth.

TBC