#I told her 5 times in less than 2 minutes which one goes to the odd pharmacy
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my mother discouraged me from finding a new psychiatrist today because she tried 4 months ago and found my current one...
#vent in tags#my current one also kept mixing up which medications go to which pharmacy#even though it's “All except this specific one go to this pharmacy”#she kept thinking half went to one and the other half went to another#she also got the address wrong for one of them#I've said at least 10 times during our 3 separate meetings that Only One goes here bc of insurance; ALL the rest go here#I'm there for med management and this doesn't inspire hope#I told her 5 times in less than 2 minutes which one goes to the odd pharmacy#which she wrote down wrong and had to scribble out on an irl piece of paper#I was repeating the same sentence#“Only the (med) goes to (pharmacy); all the others go to (main pharmacy)”#"Only the (med) goes to (pharmacy)#“ONLY the (MED) goes to (pharmacy)”#ffs she needs to learn to listen#she also nearly yelled at me for being upset that my scheduled meeting was changed literally last minute#she also questioned why I; a trans person; would leave Fl because; “Well DeS*ntes won't be in office forever.”#I had to actually tell her that someone WORSE could come along and she said; “Okay true; we don't know the future.”#As if the now isn't bad enough#I shouldn't have to get beaten in the streets for her to understand that I could get hurt#I don't WANT to get beaten in the streets; SO I'M LEAVING#Privilege is TRUELY multilayered#Cis privilege is ABSOLUTELY A THING#She doesn't have to worry about her life-saving medication being declared illegal by a few votes#frfr if I couldn't stay on T; I'd be falling off the top of a bridge#I'd just need to think about skydiving and then... gone... nothing...#I wouldn't exist anymore#my pain would be over#tw parent mention
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Bad Days and Zoo Trips - HarderssonKid!R x Niamh and Jessie
Summary: sometimes all it takes to make a bad day a little bit better is going to see your favorite animals at the zoo. (the request was more hardersson x kid!r)
A/N: who wants to guess how many different ideas this started as before it landed on this?
You are having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
It all started this morning when Morsa told you that you had to go to nursery because your babysitter got sick and they couldn’t take you to practice because they had grown up things to do afterwards. Then when you were getting dressed Momma wouldn’t let you wear your Barcelona jersey with Moster Frido’s name on the back (because it's dirty) so you have to settle for wearing one of Tante Simone’s Hammarby shirt’s.
The terrible horrible no goodness continues at breakfast when you have to eat pancakes instead of waffles because there are none. And Morsa doesn’t even put any fruit in it like normally does when you have waffles.
You cry the whole way to nursery, where things do not get any better.
When you get there, a little boy that you don’t recognize is sitting in your normal spot on the rug and Miss makes you sit somewhere else when you ask him to move.
That little boy, Zac, continues to make your day worse at every possible turn.
After the rug incident, he takes the last seat at the lego table even though your friend Jamie had been saving it for you. When your class goes outside, he refuses to let you play football and then when the teachers make him, he keeps shoving you over. But, of course, Miss only notices when you shove him back and so you get put in timeout.
When you get back inside, after naptime, Miss tells the class a story about Vikings from Sweden, and the day improves for all of about 2 minutes when she lets you tell everyone about the Viking museum you went to the last time you visited Stockholm. But it goes sour again when Zac keeps cutting you off and even says that girls weren’t allowed to be vikings, which is just completely untrue.
That unfortunately, is your breaking point and before you even realize it, you’re across the room shoving the boy over. And just as quickly, Miss has grabbed you around the waist and is hauling you over to the timeout stool.
After 5 minutes, she comes back and brings you over to say sorry to Zac, except you don’t. Instead you start a rant in Swedish about Vikings, and well both your refusal to apologize and the Swedish (something you’ve been warned about in the past) land you back in the timeout where you stay for the rest of the day.
You’re not sure how long it really is but it feels like forever before the sound of two familiar voices have you turning around to face the rest of the classroom.
You only need to catch a glimpse of them before you're off the stool and barrelling towards them at fool speed barely dodging the other kids who are still waiting to get picked up.
“Jessie, Niamh,” you all but shout, slamming directly into the Englishwoman's legs, “Why are you here? Where’s my Momma and Morsa?”
Before either of the athletes have a chance to answer, Miss speaks instead.
“Y/N, I know you’re very excited to see your friends but that’s no excuse for running or shouting indoors.”
“Sorry, Miss.” Even to your own ears you don’t sound very sorry. “I’m going to get my things.”
You dart back off across the classroom, only slowing down slightly when Miss calls out after you.
It takes you less than a minute to grab your things and come back, immediately shoving your jumper and backpack into Niamh’s hands.
“No way, kid, we’re under strict instructions to make sure that you wear this,” the defender says.
“No thank you, bye Miss,” you say, taking Jessie’s hand and leading her out of the classroom and the building.
You can hear Niamh laughing as she follows behind, still holding your jumper, and complaining about it, until Jessie eventually stops you halfway down the block.
“Y/N/N, I know you don’t want to but you really need to wear your sweater,” the Canadian says.
“No thank you.”
That earns you a hard stare from the older girl, “I wasn’t really asking you.”
“No.”
“Yes, Y/N.”
With the two of you locked in a very intense stare down, Niamh takes the opportunity to take you by surprise, forcing the jumper over your head. She manages to get it down past your shoulders, making it so you can do nothing but whine as you struggle to get your arms free and through the appropriate holes.
“Not fair,” you say with a stomp of your foot and the slightest pout, once you manage to free yourself.
“Isn’t it crazy how life is rarely fair,” Niamh asks sarcastically. “But since it isn’t fair, I guess that means that you don’t want to come to the zoo with Jessie and I?”
Wide-eyed you look over at the Canadian, who just nods at you very seriously before speaking, “Niamh and I would just have to go by ourselves and it won’t be as much fun without our favorite little girl there to tell us about all the reptiles and amphibians.”
You pretend to take a moment to think about it but anyone watching from the outside, specifically Jessie and Niamh, can see the way you’re practically shaking with excitement.
“Well, I suppose that we can still go,” you say as calmly as a kid your age can, “the two of you need someone to help you see the differences in all the salamanders and newts.”
The two footballers exchange a knowing smirk over the top of your head as you allow Niamh to take you by the hand.
The trip to the zoo takes too long in your humble opinion but you do your best to not bounce up and down in your seat. Once you reach the zoo, all sense of pretense is lost and you just barely agree to see some of the other animals before you attach your face to the glass in the reptile exhibit.
You allow yourself to be dragged to the different primates (where you do your best not to make faces back at them), then to the big cats (where you happily explain that lions aren’t kings of the jungle because they live in the savannah) and finally to the giraffes (where you crack jokes about them being even taller than Millie).
Eventually though, you do make it to the reptile exhibit just in time to see one of the handlers taking a baby alligator out of its habitat.
Immediately, you rush forward with the other kids, getting as close as possible to the zookeeper.
“Hello, I’m zookeeper Jack and this here is my friend Billy, he’s visiting us from America.”
From the second the zookeeper starts talking, you’re hooked, staring in silent wonder as the animal is held on display. The only movement you make is to raise your hand in an attempt to answer almost every question.
Near the end, Jack asks if anyone would like to hold Billy and your hand is the only one that goes up.
“We’ve got a brave one. What’s your name,” he asks, while showing you where to put your hands.
“Y/N.”
“And who brought you to the zoo today?”
“Niamh and Jessie,” you say, slowly point Billy’s head towards them. “They promised to let me show them the newts and salamanders.”
“Niamh and Jessie are your sisters?”
“Yea.”
You’ve completely returned your attention to Billy the gator, so you’re not even aware of the shock that your words have given the two athletes.
“One more question for you, Y/N, and then we’ll let you and your sisters take a photo with our friends here,” Jack says. “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“A herpetologist,” you say. Then after a moment, “Or maybe a viking, I haven’t decided yet.”
“Well, if you’re as gentle with all animals as you were with Billy, I think you have a pretty good chance at it,” he says, choosing to ignore the bit about becoming a viking, not wanting to break your little kid heart.
Jack the zookeeper then quickly ushers both of the footballers to the front to take a photo. He tries to make them stand next to you only for both of them to stand behind you and as far away from Billy’s teeth as they could.
When he takes the alligator back, you thank him before dragging Niamh and Jessie over to one of the vivariums you noticed on your way in. The large glass habitat is set up to resemble the ecosystem of the rivers and creeks in the pacific northwest and there, peeking out from underneath a rock, is the very animal you’ve been wanting to show them, the rough skin newt.
“Look,” you say, pointing the black and orange creature out, “That little guy is one of the most toxic animals in all of America. Just one of them contains enough toxin to kill 12 adults.”
“That’s scary, why do you know that,” Niamh asks.
“It’s not scary, it's cute,” you tell her. “And cool! There’s only one animal that can safely eat them and most of the time that snake decides it isn’t worth the hassle.”
The smile on your face only grows as you continue to gush about the tiny amphibians and its cousins. It doesn’t go away until well after you return home.
When you do get back home, now armed with a stuffed Smooth Newt and your face still sticky with the ice cream you had leaving the zoo, you excitedly tell your mothers about Billy, completely missing the look Momma sends the two younger players.
What you don’t miss is the way Morsa quickly ushers you out of the room under the guise of helping you find a spot for your new friend, affectionately dubbed Bäcken (She goes right next to Älg in your bed obviously.) And you definitely don’t miss the way Niamh tries to hide behind Jessie to avoid Momma’s wrath as you walk away.
But in the end, you decide not to pay it too much attention because you’re far too busy telling your Morsa the names of all the different reptiles and amphibians you saw at the zoo as she helps you get cleaned up before dinner.
She's not very impressed with the amount of dirt you're covered in, so she makes you change while asking you about it. And she's even less impressed when you tell her about your day at nursery but you immediately change the subject back to the zoo, so she let's it go.
When your clothes are changed and the dirt and ice cream are wiped from your skin, the two of you head out to the dining room joining the others.
Where you realize that you have to start your story telling all over again because Momma didn't hear the part about the snakes and everyone else realizes that this is all you'll be talking about for weeks.
#woso fanfics#woso x reader#woso imagine#hardersson x reader#hardersson imagine#pernille harder x reader#magdalena eriksson x reader#jessie fleming x reader#niamh charles x reader
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Three Years | George Weasley
Kinzi's 25 days of Christmas: Blogmas Day 2.
Summary: In which Y/N and George have been together for three years, and it takes a mistake for him to take the next step of their relationship.
Pairing: George Weasley x Fem! Reader
Warning(s): mentions of wizard war, mentions of death (not major character and not specified),
This could have ended way better, also the fact that this imagine is shorter than I like as well. I am doing my best at making my Blogmas posts as long as possible, but sometimes it takes me hours to plan the plot of these short stories out. I am a perfectionist, so that is why I never re-read and edit any mistakes because I am afraid of wanting to go back and change the whole story. *Fred did not die in the war*
Three years, it has been three years since George had grown a pair and asked Y/N to be his girlfriend. Since then, there had been many events happen in the course of their relationship. They had moved past the awkwardness of the beginning of the relationship, they had gone through their firsts that every relationship goes through, and everything in between.
Their relationship had survived the second wizard war but had challenges. Seeing as Fred had to be taken care of because of an accident and then George getting hurt before then. It was a hectic and stressful time for the couple, but now everything was back to normal. Well, normal as everything could be after losing some of the nicest people.
Christmas was tomorrow and Fred and George had many customers in and out of the joke shop. Whether it was for Christmas gifts or something before going home for a Christmas prank. They had many customers a day and George had found it hard to be able to see Y/N during the holiday season. The joke shop was closing early and they would stay closed until after Christmas because they all knew the wrath of Molly if they did not show up on time or if they left early.
On Christmas day, Molly was having dinner at the newly built burrow and told everyone that dinner was at 5 o'clock sharp. That morning, George had gotten up to wrap the present for Y/N that he had spent a decent amount of money only to find it missing from the place that he had put it.
"Hey, Fred." George called knocking on his bedroom door and walking in, "have you seen-" He stopped when he noticed Fred's girlfriend wearing the necklace and earring set that he bought specifically for Y/N. The reason he had picked them out was because he had seen her looking at them and she refused to buy them because of the price they costed. “Found them.” He mumbled to himself, his eyes not leaving the necklace.
He was sure that there had to be some sort of mix up. His twin would not steal his girlfriend’s gift on purpose. Instead of getting angry, George did what he believed was right, found Fred and asked him what he thought he was doing.
“I’m sorry,” Fred mumbled when he noticed the distressed look on George’s face. “I grabbed the wrong gift and before I could correct it she was so happy.” He trailed off making George groan. “You could give Y/N the gift I bought for Angela.” He suggested.
George thought about it for a moment, they had hidden their gifts in the same place. Meaning it was an easy mix up and he knew that Fred was telling the truth about grabbing the wrong box. Fred had planned on getting Angela a promise ring, and that gift would work if George hadn’t already given Y/N one of those almost a year ago.
“I’ll come up with something.” George mumbled before leaving his twin to himself. He had less than four hours to come up with the perfect gift for his girlfriend and he was determined to find it.
Four hours had flown by and by the time George and Fred joined everyone at the burrow, Y/N was already there. It wasn’t a shock to the twin, seeing as she was early to everything.
“You’re lucky you aren’t a minute later.” Y/N spoke as she walked up and greeted George from where she had been helping Molly. She had gotten there early knowing that it would be hectic if she didn't. "Molly has be waiting for you guys to arrive."
George gave her a quick kiss before going and putting their gifts under the tree. He wasn't sure how Y/N would like his gift, but he had come up with something... sentimental. Angelina had gone into the kitchen to see what the girls were up to, while Fred and George joined their brothers and Harry by the fire.
"I doubt that Ron even got me something." Hermione stated to Y/N who was setting the Table for Molly. "He's still so awkward about some things."
Y/N let out a small laugh, "I think that's just Ron." Y/N was a year between each group. Fred and George were a year older than her, and she was a year older than the golden trio, while being two years older than Ginny. "Hi, Angie." She greeted with a smile her eyes flickering to the earrings and necklace the girl was wearing. "I love your jewelry set! I wanted to buy the same one, but I didn't want to pay that price."
Angiela gave the younger girl a small smile, "Thank you, Fred got it for me." she replied before going over to greet Molly.
Dinner had come and gone within an hour and Molly had the kitchen cleaning itself. The family gathered around the fireplace as they got ready to open presents. Y/N was sitting on the floor, between George's legs as he sat on the couch. She was chatting with Hermione as they were talking about the after-holiday plans and if anything had to change.
"I think I am going to move." Y/N told Hermione as the girl played with the necklace she always wore. "The place I live at is getting worse and the landlord won't fix it."
Pretty soon the presents were being handed out by the Weasley's and everyone gathered knowing the Christmas tradition at the Weasley's house. Y/N had gotten George the thing he had been wanting for a while and he was beyond excited to receive the gift. It was unexpected and it made him nervous about her opening her gift.
"Can you go upstairs?" George asked Y/N as he noticed Molly hand her the gift that he had gotten her. "I would prefer you not open it in front of everyone." he mumbled quietly as the couple stood up and snuck off.
The pair in the room that they assumed was Ginny's for when she came back home just due to the looks of the room and so on. "There was a mix up of gifts this morning," George started as Y/N went to open her gift. "Fred gave Angela yours and-" He stopped talking when he noticed Y/N's reaction to what was in the box.
Wide eyes stared down at the little jewelry box, you would assume it would hold something that you could wear. Yet, it was nothing close to that. The key laid flatly in the velvet box, and y/n did not know what to think. "What Are-What are you asking?" she asked scared to assume.
Maybe this was a sign that she could come and go as she pleases instead of knocking, or maybe it was exactly what she thought it was. "Will you move in with us, well me?" He asked carefully. "I know it's not expensive and like I said, Fred gave Angela yours by mistake and-"
His sentence was interrupted by Y/N stepping forward and wrapping her arms around the boy she had loved for four years, even though they had only been together for three. "It's perfect." She assured to ease his nerves at the fact that his gift was something he already had, or just the price of making a copy of the key. "You didn't have to get me anything."
George shrugged, "I figured it was time to take the next step, it just took a push from Fred." he spoke softly to the girl he knew he was so lucky to have.
"Well, you just saved me the stress of apartment hunting." She replied back as she grabbed the key out of the box and handed him the box back, knowing that it probably belonged to Fred's other gift. "I love you so much, you know that right?"
"Of course, love." George nodded with a smile on his face. "I love you as well." With that Y/N leaned forward and caught the Weasley's lips between hers. They kissed for a moment before pulling away, George with a cheeky grin, "I could have proposed instead."
Y/N's smile grew at the thought of eventually marrying George and becoming a Weasley herself. "That sounds like a plan for next year." She winked before kissing him one more time and leaving the room, him trailing behind her.
"Are you saying you'd rather live with me, instead of marrying me right now!?" He asked not knowing how to take the information if she were to confirm.
"I have to live with you first to see if we're compatible." She told him with a shrug, but she was joking. Regardless of what happened she knew that she would love him.
"What does that mean?"
I hated the way I ended this, but Blogmas day 2 is complete! I have been working on Blogmas, requests, and my Mattheo series so I have been busy. This is on top of having to study for my finals so.
#george weasley#george weasley imagines#Kinzi's 25 days of Christmas#blogmas#Blogmas day 2#harry potter imagines#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter fandom#george wealsey imagine#george weasly x reader#george weasely smut#weasley twins#fred weasley#hermione granger#ron weasley#imagine#imagines#25 days of christmas#christmas
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(for @somebitofeverything who’s ask I accidentally deleted)
a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
As far as Sizhui knows, his father has never been interested in anyone which is why it’s so strange that he’s going off to Lanling to get married.
He’s gotten plenty of warnings from everyone about how terrible his father’s bride is going to be. She’s a Jin, so likely hopelessly spoiled and arrogant, and she was chosen for this alliance last minute so she’s going to be resentful and mean but Sizhui shouldn’t let her push him around and mistreat him.
Jingyi had been very emphatic about that last one, but Sizhui doesn’t know if he can bring himself to disrespect his father’s wife even if she is awful.
They’re all assembled out front, the golden palanquin the Jin had sent to bring the newlywed’s back home carried up the many steps to Cloud Recesses by a procession headed by his uncle.
It stops in front of all the gathered clansmen, there to greet the new Madame Lan. His father steps out first, hesitates a moment, then offers his hand to help his wife out of the palanquin.
Jin Xuanyu bypasses it entirely, jumping out of a carriage like a child. She raises her arms above her head and stretches. “Flying would have been faster,” she complains, “and less work for the disciples.”
She’s pretty. She has on a cream robe with golden embroidery that’s reminds him of his father’s cloths, only warmer. Her hair is help up with a single golden hairstick, which a lot less than Jin women usually wear.
“It is tradition,” his father responds, but Sizhui can tell he agrees with her. He locks eyes with him and smiles, gesturing him forward with a shift of his head. Sizhui nervously steps forward and goes into a deep bow. He’d really been hoping that his father would introduce Grand Uncle first. “Xuanyu, this is my son.”
Sizhui swallows, trying to hold himself perfectly still, hoping his neat robes and hair and everything he’d anxiously done while getting ready this morning makes him look like a step son she could grow to tolerate.
“Sizhui!” she says, grabbing onto his elbows and pulling him upright. He blinks, taken aback, but her eyes are crinkled in the corner with her grin. “Your father has told me nothing about you, but your uncle has! Look at what a handsome boy you are!”
She reaches out resettle his robes on his shoulders, a maternal gesture that immediately makes his throat close up.
“Oh, I should have brought you something, but everything happened so quickly - next time I’m in the city I’ll get you a proper gift, okay? You’ll have to tell me what you like.” He wants to reassure her that he doesn’t need a gift, but before he can she reaches up and pulls the golden hairstick from her hair, causing it to tumble inelegantly down her shoulders. “Here, the rule against ostentatious displays is silly anyway.” Grand Uncle makes some sort of choking noise, but he can’t focus on that as Jin Xuanyu slides the hair stick into his own hair, just behind his silver hair ornament so it peaks over the top.
He loves her.
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It was revealed at the jump fest that Horikoshi initially planned for Naomasa to be an ally of AFO's who spied for him. Obviously it was scrapped later on. Now I'm thinking about all those Kurogiri is Naomasa theories that were prominent with them comparing the similar ties...
Anonymous asked: In honor of this revelation, can we get an AU where Naomasa was indeed sent to spy on All Might by AFO, but ended up falling for his target.
1- AfO stole his nifty truth detector quirk from Naomasa's father before killing him a bit before Makoto was born. As far as the Tsukauchi's mother knows, AfO is her husband's brother who helped out a lot at the time. Naomasa is the only one who knows his Uncle is lying, and he hates it, but can't tell anyone the truth because Uncle made it clear that Naomasa must pay him back for protecting his little sister and his mom. Naomasa has to be the one to teach Makoto how to manage her lie detecting quirk, has to get good grades to get to the police academy like Uncle orders, and has to not be suspicious.
2- Here, Naomasa meets All Might earlier, for a certain definition of "meet"- AfO worked hard to get them in contact on cases, but All Might is busy fighting twenty hours a day and doesn't really do the paperwork part of his job so actual communication with Naomasa is rare. Which, he's fine with, the less there is he has to pass on to his Uncle
3- When Naomasa first meets Toshinori, he actually thinks he's another spy for AfO placed closer to All Might after Uncle's injury, though he says nothing to verify that. Still, he's friendly - and then he learns he's All Might, and he starts hiding information on purpose from Uncle for the first time. He doesn't ask him for help yet though, he can't.
4- that changes after the Sky Egg incident, when All Might saves Makoto and everyone else. Naomasa waits until his sister is safe in the States, far away and not coming back soon, before he goes to Toshinori. He begs him not say anything, just to listen from the other room. Toshinori, worried, agrees, and then Naomasa takes a call from his Uncle. Toshinori recognizes the voice, and Naomasa confirms that he's alone in the room before answering other questions, carefully selecting what information to give before his Uncle hangs up. Toshinori stares at him. Naomasa looks down. "He doesn't know about you wound, or weakened form. My father... Used to have a lie detecting quirk too, you know. But he died quirkless. Anyway. I'm sorry. That's the truth."
Toshinori stares, silent, for a few more minutes. Then he says "and now, you can honestly say you never told anyone about what you did, or what he did."
"yeah. I hope I can, anyway."
To attempt to make up for what he's already given AfO, Naomasa starts passing information the other way... And does a lot of Toshinori's paperwork.
5- UA is a stressful time, with Naomasa called in to help after USJ and Uncle expecting to be told how far along the heroes are in their attempts to find him, and UA would really like Naomasa's help in sniffing out their own mole. But they manage, and Naomasa, who's been in love with Toshinori a few years at this point and said nothing, sees Toshinori so bright and happy as he ruffles Izuku's hair, and thinks seeing the real smile on the blond's face must be better than even kissing it like he sometimes is embarrassed to dream about.
(he gets a kiss later- Naomasa is furious when he discovers the mole. Not at Yuga- at his parents. Naomasa's father died before working for AfO, and his mother would have done the same, but these two are the ones who invited him in, who basically sold him their son! he's down to imprison the parents, or leave them to AfO, but not Yuga, who'd be better served hidden abroad. Toshinori watches him pace angrily about this before taking his hand, and saying he's unhappy too, but his student doesn't blame his parents and also might be liable to explode if he flees. Then Toshi promises to ensure AfO pays for what he's done, that Yuga and Naomasa and himself and Izuku and everyone will have peace when this is over. Naomasa disagrees - one, he's planning on being imprisoned himself after the war, and two, Toshinori shouldn't go out there, shouldn't get himself killed. Toshi just kisses the back of his hand though and leaves, saying it'll be all right and he'll see him later.)
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[Masterlist]
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 7.5) (Part 8) (Part 9)
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Anyone else want more Damiraenette content?
Dick live streaming or something on Tiktok to keep up the appearance of not being the Batfam.
Tim drinking an unholy amount of coffee and gaining a lot of respect from college students. Shows them the library and makes small talk with Duke who was there.
Pretends Jason is not there in the corner to troll people into thinking that he is a ghost. Cass doing a short ballet show. You know the Wayne Family’s daily life.
He comments on how Damian is not awake yet which was unusual for him.
So being a big brother, he goes into Damian’s room without knocking to wake him up. Only to find topless Damian sleeping next to Raven in his bed. Damian woke up to Dick’s loud greeting.
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“GRAYSON, GET THE FUCK OUT.”
“Sorry, lil’D, didn’t know that you had company over. So that’s what those noises from last night were.”
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The chat is absolutely going crazy at this point.
Damian picked up a pillow to throw at Dick.
Then, Marinette sat up from the other side of Damian, half-asleep and wearing one of Damian’s signature black shirts. She yelled, “I am up. I am up.”
She then sees a shocked Dick.
“Go away, Dick,” she said and pulled Damian down to cuddle.
Dick closed the door before the pillow Damian threw could hit him
Suffice to say, #likefatherlikeson and #PlayboyIcePrince was trending on Gotham twitter for a while.
Until Damian said in an ‘interview’ that he was in a polymorous relationship with both of them and would kill sue the hell out of anyone who dared to call his girlfriends harlots and other degrading names.
No one ever dares to bring up his relationship ever again.
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Raven gets taken to Hell by her father, Trigon.
Marinette is friends with a few demons who know about her relationship with Raven.
So those demons were all too willing to spill the beans about Trigon’s big plans when she came knocking on their doors in fury and a deadly former assassin by her side, asking about where their girlfriend was.
Trigon is talking to Raven about how she was going to be used in his latest plan to take over the world.
Meanwhile, his front door is knocked down/ blown open by one Marinette Dupain-Cheng in her signature red coat.
Trigon grinned as he felt the intruder in his domain, “Well, looks like that Constantine girl of yours came to rescue you. I am going to have so much fun, ripping her head off in front of you.”
“No. Don’t hurt her.” Raven cried as she struggled against her bonds.
“Be patient, dear daughter. You will meet her soon. Maybe with less of her than you remembered.” Trigon vanished with a laugh.
“NO! NO! NO! FATHER!!!” Raven screamed after him.
Marinette is thrashing Trigon’s minions, using every Miraculous she has and every trick she knows when Trigon shows up.
“You are rather good. For a mortal.”
“Why. Thank you.” Marinette cheerily replied while sticking a paper talisman to a demon’s face. Her tired body struggling to keep up against the horde of demons told a different story.
“Well, let me put you out of your misery, pest.” Trigon said as he threw a bolt of lightning at her.
She expertly dodged it and it hit another demon instead. She grinned at him, “I will also take that as a compliment.”
“You are just a foolish child. What makes you think you can defeat me?”
“And you are a piece of shit who just got awarded the worst father of the century.” Marinette retorted before grabbing the demon who was coming behind her, “Of course, I can defeat you. With the power of love. And a shit ton of firepower.”
She sat the demon she was holding on fire and threw it at Trigon
Trigon just batted it away.
Battle continued for a few minutes. Marinette was feeling the effect of using all the Miraculous in her possession.
“Hah. Give up. It’s only a matter of time before you lose. You are already weakened by the overuse of the Miraculouses.”
Marinette just gave him a smile. She stood where she was and smiled. And it wasn’t just a smile. It was a familiar Constantine smirk that said ‘Shit is about to blow’.
Then, the room they were in started shaking.
“What did you do?”
“I am just the distraction, Trigon.” Her smirk widened into a grin as Raven in rage mode burst into the room. “And you forgot that me and Raven have a wonderful boyfriend.”
Damian showed up besides with a few Miraculous of his own.
Fade to black as Trigon gets his ass kicked by his daughter and her two partners.
-Little Cut scene-
John is just chilling at a bar when the bartender gets possessed by Gowther.
“What do you want?”
“Do you know that your spawn is in hell?”
“I am aware she takes unsupervised visits from time to time but it’s not like I can stop her. She’s too bloody stubborn to let something like being grounded stop her.”
“Yeah, about that. She just lost her shit and is basically going to war against Trigon to get her girlfriend back.”
“She’s WHAT?”
“Thought you might appreciate knowing.”
“You just love being a snitch to get her in trouble since she beat you in every video game.”
“That too.” Gowther cheerfully agreed.
“She’s in bloody trouble, alright. I am telling her mother.”
“Ooooh. Calling in the big guns, are you?”
“Now, shoo before I bring out the Latin and the holy water. I have a child to go save from her own stupidity.”
Bartender put his hands up in surrender. “Okay, John.” Black eyes disappear as the eyes roll to the back of the body’s head.
John leaves a few bills as he went to make a call to Chas.
--- That following summer... ---
Marinette was face down on the couch as her dad stood in the middle of the living room, shirtless and painting some concoction on himself for a ritual.
Marinette groaned for the nth time that day.
John took that as his cue to finally ask what was wrong, “Sweetheart, what are you doing here?”
Marinette slightly turned her face towards him so her voice wasn't muffled.
“Hawkmoth is being a bitch again.”
“Why haven’t you stopped him then? You already know who he is. Get the cops. Knock down his door and arrest him then.”
“You know why. It’s just circumstantial evidence on my part.”
“You don’t have to find a cure for his wife, you know. Take the matter into your own hands if you don’t want cops involved.”
“I am trying to save Emilie for multiple reasons and top of the list is to make sure Adrien has at least one parent when this whole mess is over.”
“I know he is your nemesis’s son but why do you care so much about him?”
“Because he is also Chat Noir.”
John stopped what he was doing. “Say what now?”
Marinette realised that she had given her father more ammo to complain about Master Fu.
“Are you telling me that the old fool gave one of the most important Miraculous to the Butterfly Man’s own son?!”
“To be fair, before he got taken away by the Order, I didn’t know for sure that Hawkmoth was Chat Noir’s dad.”
“How come I didn't know about this until now?!”
“I thought you knew.”
“All you told me was that he was a boy in your class!” John sighed. “Fine. Anything else I need to know about?”
“Nothing I can think of.”
“Then, why are you still here? I have to finish painting over my body for the cleansing ritual and I can’t do that with you around.”
“I am bored. My friends are either out of town or busy with their own thing. Damian and Raven are on that Teen Titans mission in the next galaxy for 10 days. And I hit a dead end on the cure.”
“Then go to hell or something. I am sure you can find something to entertain yourself with down there. That’s what I would do.”
John went back to painting before he realised what he had done when it had gotten too quiet.
He looked up to see his daughter gone from the couch.
He hesitated before deciding that his daughter is a more responsible person than he was and probably won’t get into much trouble.
That was his mistake.
-----5 days later....-----
John was at a Justice League meeting when his phone rang.
The number was 666 which was worrisome because it was Lucifer’s number.
It wouldn’t shut even when he took the battery out.
“Constantine, turn off your phone.” Batman ordered.
“Look, mate, I am trying but the bloody Devil is calling me.” John showed his phone battery out of the phone and the screen that is still showing 666. “He will probably keep ringing until I answer.”
“Then, do it.”
“Hello, your Majesty. Can you hurry up on what you need? Because I am in the middle of something here.” John answered.
“Ah. Constantine Senior. You finally picked up.” Lucifer’s smooth baritone is heard by everyone in the conference room, “You already know who I am so I will keep this short.”
“What do you want?”
“I am calling on behalf of Hell to tell you to come pick your daughter up.”
“What?”
“Your daughter, Lady Rouge. She refuses to give me her name. She is currently in my castle dungeons although I am not sure how long that will be true. She has caused quite a bit of trouble in my realm and well, my subjects are not happy.”
“What did she do?” John sighed, already feeling a headache and dread at what his daughter had done. Damn, he was beginning to understand why Batman sighed so much when his kids are mentioned.
There was a bit of paper rustling from his end. “Oh my me. There is quite a list of complaints but from the paper I am reading from. The gist is that your hellspawn had made a deal with a lot of demons.” Lucifer seemed to be suppressing his laughter.
“She appeared to have found a way to abuse each of those deals and made a deal with another demon to take her place in the deal. There are quite a few loops. Unless the perfect conditions are fulfilled, every demon is stuck trying to hold up their end of the deal. There is an UNO game made up of at least 20 demons and counting that is never going to end because they all made a deal that the game wouldn’t end unless a red Zero is placed down and she appeared have given all of the red zero cards to Mammon who is tasked to guard it with his life unless someone manages to get all the golden bust of the Founding fathers of the United States and exchange them for the cards. Except Alexander Hamilton is being moved every hour and George Washington is part of a prize pool for a Super Smash Bro Tournament where Gowther has to win every game and when he wins the tournament restarts. You get the idea.”
“Can’t they just… stop?”
“They could stop but they would lose the souls they all had collected till now. You know how prideful demons are. At least one third of the demon population is stuck in what they are now calling the Ouroboros deal and the soul stock market crashed 3 times since she arrived. Once literally.”
(Ouroboros is that symbol of the snake eating its own tail. The above idea is from @writing-prompts and I will link that post when I find it.)
John was quiet for a minute and said, “Please tell me that’s it.”
Lucifer laughed. The bastard. “Sorry, Constantine. That would be a lie and you know I don’t lie.”
John groaned. It had been five days since he last saw Marinette. Since Hell ran on a different time, 5 days could be either 5 weeks or 50 years in Hell’s time. Fuck, even Batman was giving him a look of pity. A few other Leaguers had gotten popcorn to watch his hair turn grey in real time.
“What else?”
“Let’s see. Trigon’s territory is a bit of a mess now but he can’t do anything because most of his minions are part of the Ouroboros deal. There is a pack of hellhounds and wild animals loose in Dis. Your daughter was caught five times and escaped each time. She was last caught because she was waiting in line for boba tea.”
John took a moment to use those calming breathing techniques he heard worked. “You sound too happy for a monarch whose realm got thrown into chaos.”
“This is the most entertained I have been in years. And I also scheduled a vacation in LA for the next year or so. Plenty of time for Beelzebub to get it right. I can always extend my vacation if Hell still isn’t fixed by then.”
“So why are you calling me?”
“Your daughter made a deal with me to get her out of Hell in one piece, mentally unscarred and soul intact in exchange for information on how to break the Ouroboros deal. She is quite the evil mastermind.”
“I suppose it’s not going to be easy and very beneficial for her.”
“The conditions are either to make Emilie Agreste wake up again or make sure Gabriel Agreste isn’t allowed to send out any akumas or amok for 5 years. The problem is that the demon she made this deal to had a third condition to fulfil and because they chose to do the third, the entire Ouroboros deal started.”
“Oh no. What was the third condition?”
“To disguise themselves as any inanimate object. Change location and appearance once every twelve hours and not be found for 10 years in Earth’s time. If they get found, they have to fufil one of the other conditions. If they succeed any of the conditions, they would get a soul from her. The best bit is that it’s not hers.”
“Whose soul did she put down for all this trouble?”
“A girl named Chloe Bourgeosis apparently. Apparently, the demon bought the lie that it was her real name. Essentailly she is inconveniencing nearly half of Hell unless they solve her pest problem or they are stuck in a loop for the next 10 years. And all we would get out of it is some bratty girl’s soul. You see, not everyone is happy with her right now.”
“I reckon. I am coming over as soon as my business up here is done.”
“Sure. But make it fast. Trigon is first in line for her head.”
John put the phone away and turned to Zatanna. “Bottle of the strongest whiskey you can summon.”
She gave him a sympathethic smile and handed him a glass of water. Traitor.
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Marinette is at the Mystery House to do something and sipping coffee since she didn’t get much sleep last night due to an akuma. She wasn’t paying any attention to her surroundings, too tired to register and walking past the dark haired boy who was nervously sitting on the couch in the living room.
A moment later, she realised that there’s a kid in the house of Mystery.
She backtracked and the kid was now trying to avoid her gaze.
Marinette slapped herself, much to the boy’s confusion, and muttered, “It’s not a dream then.”
The boy nervously looked at her and said, “hey…?”
Marinette blinked and realised that she was supposed to say something.
“Bonjour. I mean, hi. I am Marinette. Sorry, it’s just that we don't get many visitors at the house. Who aren’t demons or other non-human entities. Especially kids cause Dad’s bad around them. And I am a little tired right now and I am babbling like a moron. So what’s your name?”
“Um…”,he hesitated but less apprehensive than before.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. Fae rules are like that. Are you okay with me calling you kid instead? Or do you prefer something else?”
“No, it’s okay. I am Billy. Billy Batson. It’s just weird since I didn’t think that anyone else lives here besides Mr. Constantine.”
“I don’t. I just pop in from time to time.”
“Oh…But um…how do you know Mr. Constantine?”
“He’s my Dad.”
“He’s married?”
Marinette snorted, “Hell no. I am a product of a one-night stand. My mom and him had a friends-with-benefits kinda deal. My mom is married to someone else. They run a bakery together.”
“I didn’t think that he would be someone’s dad.” Billy said. “He looks so… irresponsible.”
Marinette snorted, “I know, right? He doesn’t strike people like a father figure. So, Billy, what brings you here to this House of Mystery.”
“He’s Captain Marvel.” John’s voice came from the side room and there were sounds of him moving stuff to find something.
“Who?”
“You know, the World’s Mightiest Mortal. Champion of Magic.” Billy explained, finding it weird introducing himself like that.
“Oh. Shazam’s successor. The asshole finally picked someone.” Marinette said.
“You knew the Wizard?”
“I met him once. Wu Kong made a wrong turn and we landed on the Rock of Eternity. Man, it was even more awkward when Tikki came out and basically threw hands with the guy.”
“Who’s Tikki?”
Said Kwami came out from her hiding place in Marinette’s pocket. “Hi, my name is Tikki and I am a kwami. I give Marinette her powers to become Lady Rouge.”
“Isn’t Lady Rouge that Parisian hero that made Green Lantern cry?”
“It wasn’t me. Well, it was partly my fault but having both Wonder Woman and Batman being angry at you would be terrifying for anyone.” Marinette tapped Tikki’s head. “And Tikki, never seen you this excited to reveal my identity to someone?”
“Marinette, I have to make a good impression on the new Champion. It was a tragedy what happened to the old one.”
“You know about Black Adam?” Billy asked
“Yes. His story is quite a sad one. Teth-Adam was a great Champion and fought alongside one of my holders. Shazam locked him away over a misunderstanding.”
“Ah yes. The classic old tale about foolish old men who dump all of their responsibility on children and can’t even give simple guidance and talk in the vaguest riddles like they know everything because they have lived for so long. I know that Shazam had died but I thought he would have the common sense to have his Champion be someone older.”
“I can take care of myself. I know what I am doing.”
“Billy. I am sure you can but you shouldn’t have too. Those old men were just cowards, afraid of the consequences of their actions, covering up their mistakes as best as they could and when it finally came back to bite them in the ass. They put the task of cleaning up their messes on us. We would have lived normal lives and never have to see the horrors we have seen or make the hard decisions at such a young age when we should have been having fun.”
“Oh. I never thought it was like that. Being Captain Marvel made me believe that someone like me who is just a nobody that I can save the world.”
“You aren’t wrong for thinking like that. Having powers is cool and I have taken that for granted before I got Tikki. You are a better person than me, Billy Batson. But still it was wrong of them to give us the tools that would be bad in the wrong hands and have us fight their war for them.”
“Who was your wizard?”
Marinette laughed before answering Billy, “Have you ever heard of the Miraculous before?”
“A little.”
“Well,...” Marinette told Billy about the situation in Paris and Master Fu.
The two talked about their respective hero work and bond while John searched for whatever he needed to help Billy.
Marinette gave Billy a card with her number and told him to call her if he ever needs help.
“I will come over wherever you are. Immediately. No questions asked.”
“But why?”
“Well, you are a kid and I just emotionally adopted you as my little brother now so you can’t get rid of me. Besides, I am easier to get hold of than my dad if you ever need a bit of expertise on a few magical matters.”
Then, John came in with a thick book in his hands and looked between the two of them, “Found it. Did you two have a nice playdate?”
“Billy is my new brother now.”
“I am not going to adopt him. He already has his own family and one hell spawn is enough for me to deal with.”
“I love you too, dad. Don’t be afraid to ask for a favor, Billy. I have to go. I have school in -like-” She looked at the grandfather clock that showed time in another dimension where time runs backwards, “-an hour.”
“Don’t run just on stamina potions for three days straight again and go to sleep once school is over. I will call your mother to check on you. I know you came here to get your hands on the ingredients for it.” John called after her.
“Okay. Bye. Love you. See ya” Marinette said as she stepped through the portal.
John turns back to Billy, “Kids, amirite? That’s why you have to use protection.”
“I’m twelve.”
“But she’s right, Billy.” John added, “You need someone who’s an expert when you find yourself in a pinch. As much as I hate to say it, she’s good at the family ‘business’. Besides, I might not be available all the time. She can teach you magic too when I can’t be bothered.”
—
First time, Billy called Marinette. She portaled to his location immediately and found Billy as Captain Marvel in the phone booth, awkwardly standing inside as the area they were in was in chaos.
“So what happened?” She asked in her Lady Rouge suit.
“Um, who are you?”
“Whoops. Sorry.” Marinette removed her mask. “It’s me, Marinette. This is my hero costume and the magic makes me unrecognisable by other people. I go by Lady Rouge.”
“Okay.”
“So what’s up? And why is everything on fire?” she asked as she put her mask back on.
Billy explained. There is a demon on the loose. Somebody in Fawcett had the bright idea to sumon one but didn’t do the ritual right. He tried everything but the demon bastard was slippery to catch.
Everytime he is close to catching the demon, there will be people nearby who will be in danger so Billy has to let the demon go in order to save the civillians.
“At this point, I need some help.” He sheepishly ended. “Hope I wasn’t a bother to you.”
Lady Rouge reached up and ruffled his hair, “I made a promise to you,kid. You call for whatever you need and I will come. Now, let’s go catch that bastard.”
They set a trap and Captain Marvel tries to lead the demon towards it. It gets trapped.
Lady Rouge being dramatic steps out the shadow, “Well done, Cap. Just as planned.”
When the demon caught sight of who was helping Captain Marvel, it shrieked, “IT'S YOU!!”
Lady Rouge tilted her head confused, “I’m sorry. I don’t think I have ever met you before.”
“You don’t need to know my name. I am leaving. I swear I will never come to the human side ever again. Please let me go. Please.” It begged.
Lady Rouge just rolled with it. “How can I trust you to keep your promise?”
“I swear on my name. I swear on everything I have. Please. Please let me go.”
Lady Rouge took the demon’s hand, used a sharpie to draw something that looked nearly phallic and chanted a spell that glowed bright. The demon cried louder.
“Don’t be a baby. That was a simple tracking spell. It doesn’t hurt.”
“You used angelic runes!”
“Oops. But now I will know if you come upside again. Oh, by the way, tell all your friends down there that my sentence was lifted.” She said before opening a portal to Hell under the demon.
Captain Marvel stared at her.
“What?”
“Why was that demon so scared of you?”
“Nearly every low-level demon thinks I am a demon. High-ranking ones won’t say shit because they know how much of a headache it would be if it got out that I was just a human or because they think what I do is entertaining.”
“That’s kinda messed up.”
“It’s hell, kiddo. Of course, it’s kinda messed up. I can give you a tour of the place one day.”
“It’s fine.” Billy didn’t want to go to where demons lived willingly. “What did you mean that your sentence was lifted? Are you banned from going to hell or something?”
Marinette looked away and muttered something quickly in French.
“What?” The infinite wisdom of Solomon meant he could understand what she said but he wasn’t sure he heard it right.
“I was grounded because I might have… caused a ruckus down there a while ago.”
“What did you do?” he questioned.
“It’s a long story. You don’t need to know.”
“I heard something about the crashing of the stock market and loopholes.”
“There were a lot of things one after another. First, my girlfriend was taken away by her demon father and he was a high-ranking one so it caused a lot of buzz. For the next few months, I was getting tired of fighting akumas so I caused a lot of... mischief for the denizens of hell as stress-relief and long story short, I fucked over Hell’s governing system and the Devil himself made a deal with my father that I won’t be able to go to Hell for my entire lifetime so they wouldn’t have to deal with me.”
“You… you got a lifetime ban from hell.”
“Yes, when I die, I might go to hell but as long as I am living and breathing, I can’t step foot in there.”
“But you told the demon that you were coming back.”
Lady Rouge’s mask widened and Captain Marvel knew that she was grinning under her mask. “That’s the fun part. They don’t know that. And they are going to send Hell into a frenzy because they are scared of me returning.”
“You are basically Hell’s bogeyman.”
Lady Rouge laughed. “Oh my kwami, that sounds awesome. I am putting that on my business cards.”
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I'm sick of being right, I'm sick of "specialists" failing me
This is like, the 5th or 6th physio I've gone to for my scoliosis and NONE of them have had a fucking clue! And I give them cheatsheets, I come prepared. I got x-rays that I have editing myself with the MRI report notes over top. I know which way I curve and I can draw a detailed pain map of which muscles are in pain and why. And they STILL don't listen and just give me generic exercises that make my pain WORSE. Sometimes they just give up after 6-8 weeks and discharge me telling me to look up pilates videos on youtube. The most recent one I went to I explained everything, I showed her all my x-rays and diagrams and told her which stretches had and hadn't worked in the past. This bitch proceeds to confuse which way my spine curves multiple times in the appointment and tells me to do a stretch which twists my body in the complete wrong way that exaggerated my curve rather than straightening it out. I tell her this, and how it feels wrong and she insists that no, no, this is the way I should be doing it according to the way my spine is curved. So I go home, not very reassurred, and try out the exercise for 2 weeks. I come back and tell her that it still feels wrong. She looks at me and goes "oh yeah, you should be doing it the other way, woopsie." But wait, there's more. Then she gets me to see how far I can stretch side to side reaching my hand down my leg and notices that I can't go as far on the right sided so she tells me I need to practise stretching that way as much as I can to even it out. I take 2 seconds to think about it and point out to her that the REASON I can't go as far on the right side is because that is the CONCAVE side of my curve, meaning that the vertebrae are already closer together bby default when I'm standing straight. So the reason I can't go as far on that sided is because there is literally less room for them to move before the BONES START HITTING INTO EACH OTHER. I had to show her the x-ray and demonstraed with my fists stacked on top of each other before she understood and then she gives me the most gormless look and just says "oh, well maybe don't do that one then." YA THINK?! And she just abandonedd me mid session to go and spot some other lady in the gym and give her pointers for a good 5-10 minutes. Like, I paid for 30 minutes and it was NOT cheap and insurance won't cover it so it would be nice if you could actually focus on your client for the whole half hour. Now I'm back at square one. Maybe 7th times the charm ay.
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Notes on Camp (8)
summary: harry is the head counsellor, y/n is new, the campers are matchmakers, feelings arise and harry regrets his actions
warnings: slight angst
word count: 3269 words
a/n: greetings from your favourite counsellor!
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For the rest of his busy day, Harry was trying to find a small gap in his schedule to check on Y/N and possibly get the chance to talk to her and clear things up. It was gut-wrenching for Harry to try and come up with a means of an apology to make up for what he had assumed and unfortunately, done to Y/N. Who would’ve known that her side of the story was only a gloss over of what really happened--not Harry, that was for sure. He was deeply regretful for it.
However, since Y/N did not have a set timetable, Harry most definitely had a strenuous time looking for her. He did not know if it was the universes’ way of punishing him but Harry thought that it had done an excellent job that the two of them never crossed paths. He practically spent every second of his free time jogging from one end of the camp to another, building to building search for her familiar figure that he had grown used to from their short amount of time together.
Harry even queried Jason, who was guarding the docks, on lifeguard duty, if he had any idea of Y/N’s whereabouts to which unfortunately he shook his head ‘no’. The head counsellor slumped his shoulders at the answer he had received.
“But maybe you can check her cabin?” Jason suggested, calling out after Harry had crossed more than half of the wooden walkway.
How stupid was he to not check there first?
Harry was about to begin jogging towards the direction of their isolated cabins when the watch on his wrist emitted a ‘beep’, indicating that his break was over and he was supposed to be back at his post in the next few minutes. Harry sighed at the realization that he had to wait for God knows how long until he could look for Y/N again, much less speak to her if she gave him the chance.
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It wasn’t that Y/N was ignoring Harry--it was just that she was not sure how to approach the situation. Did she have the right to say ‘I told you so’? Was she supposed to accept his apology--if he did --and move on as though nothing happened? To Y/N, it seemed like her reaction to whatever happens next is the catalyst to any sort of relationship that she and Harry might build with each other. If she decides to forgive him, there will be boundaries put into place on what they can and cannot do until they made it official. They were so close to labelling what was going on between them, or at least she thought so, but it all went down the drain when he refused to believe her.
And he had every right to do so. Granted that it wasn’t how Y/N expected him to handle the situation but she should’ve known better than to expect some sort of special treatment from him. It was the last thing that she wanted--to be the gossip of her fellow colleagues that she was being given warnings only and not proper reprimanding because Harry had feelings for her. Nobody really cared about who’s seeing who though, it was a summer camp anyways. But Y/N did not want to be only known for being Harry’s girlfriend during her time here; she wanted to be acknowledged for her skills and the way she interacted with the campers. It was why she was torn on deciding whether to completely ignore the whole fiasco and just be amicable with Harry or have a deep, long talk with him and see where this goes.
Y/N puffed a breath out, hands resting on her hips as she scouted for her outfit for the night. It was summer, meaning that it would be humid. She could just wear her current clothes right now. But then again, it would be at night time when mosquitoes usually lingered in the woods so unless she wanted bites all over her legs, Y/N was better off opting with some pants.
She tried hard not to think about Harry for the rest of the day but now that she was alone with her thoughts, he ran back and forth through her mind multiple times. It was a bit silly to fall for someone in such a short amount of time; was it two months? A few weeks? But she did and Y/N felt foolish. Maybe it was more of a summer love or fling kind of thing. Regardless, Y/N shook her head and tried to think of other activities to do now that she had finished all of her tasks when a knock on the door sounded.
“Coming!” She exclaimed, straightening her crumpled shirt before taking strides to open the wooden barricade. “Harry,” Y/N breathed out after realizing that she had been holding her breath.
“Y/N, can we talk? Please,” He pleaded, resting his palms on the doorframe.
Y/N took a step back from his unanticipated closeness, mind buzzing as a million thoughts rushed through her head though her mouth stayed clamped.
She nodded, taking a few steps back to let him enter her temporary home.
As he passed, Harry gave her a grateful smile to which she hesitantly returned. Y/N really did miss him being so close to her, his scent wafting to her nose and she couldn’t help but want to be smothered in it.
Y/N closed the door shut, turning around to find him in the middle of the room, hands clasped behind his back as he stared at her. The silence was almost unbearable.
“I’m sorry,”
She quirked an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest in self-defence at the anticipated direction that this conversation would go. “Why?”
“I didn’t believe you. And I yelled at you when you were only trying to explain yourself. I’m sorry,” He repeated.
Y/N closed her previously open mouth shut, ready to retaliate and now she was left dumbfounded at his sudden apology.
“I--, it’s fine, Harry,” She rubbed her arm softly, a nervous habit since it was not even chilly in the cabin.
“No, it’s not,”
Y/N snapped her head up when he took a step closer towards her, catching the sincerity in his eyes.
“Look, Daisy told me what happened today during breakfast. She said Belle would watch over her till’ you returned but she left. Tattled on me and blamed you for leaving an injured camper alone.” He sighed, tentatively reaching out to pull Y/N’s hands into his own. She let him.
“I should’ve known better. Belle lies like it’s second nature--it’s mostly white lies, doesn’t mean for anyone to get hurt. She jokes around a lot and the seriousness of this situation just--I believed her right away and I didn’t let you speak.” He stammered, gripping her hand tighter and tighter the longer his monologue went on. “S’my fault. I should’ve believed you,”
On the contrary, Y/N did not exhume as much effort in holding Harry’s hand. She was much too busy processing the new information to act physically. So he apologized, what now?.
“Alright, thank you for apologizing I guess,” Y/N bit her lip. The cabin was silent for moments until a thought popped into her head. Sheepishly, Y/N asked, ‘What else did Daisy tell you?”
“Th-that you were sad because of it,” Harry mumbled, almost ashamed at his forsaken ability to make the people he cared for feel bad about themselves.
The woman sat on her bed, clothes littered on the surface area as she spent the better half of the hour deciding what to wear for tonight. “Look, Harry. I really appreciate that you’re here apologizing to me. From a work standpoint, I’m glad that this is all cleared up. However, what does this mean for us? If there ever was an ‘us’--I know we didn’t make anything official but I have feelings for you and I think you did for me as well,”
Harry watched as Y/N practically chewed on her lip as she rambled on. His chest was warm from the beating of his heart accentuating every pump of blood through his veins. He was endeared yet nervous at the same time because he had given this situation a plethora of thought since this morning. There were a ton of ways that this conversation could go and Harry vowed to put Y/N wants and needs first, regardless of if it meant having to admire her from afar--because she didn’t want anything to do with him anymore.
“I jus--is a relationship something that you’re looking for? Or are you just wanting to hook up?” Y/N almost didn’t want the words to fall off her lips. If he didn’t want anything serious, then Harry’s best option was to be with Belle.
He shook his head instantaneously, hands shaking along as if he could not disagree more.
“This is something I want,” He gestured between them, “I want to be with you, Y/N.” He kneeled in front of her, skin digging into the hardwood. Harry pressed his palms on the soft skin of her knees, gentle enough to not hurt her yet pervasive to show how much he wanted this.
She blinked precisely three times. Butterflies were fluttering in her stomach but Y/N kept a straight face.
“I want to be with you too, Har,” Y/N cupped his cheeks, his peach fuzz straining to scratch her palms. “But I need some time to think about it,”
She didn’t expect to think about it for long--Y/N already knew what she wanted. And if her gut feeling was right, then he wanted the same thing too.
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As soon as the clock struck nine-thirty, the counsellors made sure that all their campers were safely tucked in their beds, lights off, and cabin doors shut tightly from the night air. Y/N almost wished she had rejected Jason’s offer in favour of pulling her warm blanket up to her chin, slowly falling asleep for the night.
But here she was, one hand gripping tightly onto Jason’s muscled bicep and the other loosely holding a flashlight pointed in front of her. Despite the aid of another body keeping her steady and the knowledge of where rocks and twigs were splayed on the forest floor, Y/N still stumbled over who knows what, repeatedly, having to apologize profusely for the constant attention on her so she would not fall face-first on the ground.
“Sorry,” Y/N said nervously, securing her hold on Jason.
He only smiled in return, “No worries. Gotta keep your pretty face clean,”
A loud huff echoed from somewhere behind them causing Y/N to tilt her chin up and try to see who it was from her peripheral vision.
“Though, I feel that it’s only right to offer you a ride on my back,” Jason stated, walking a little ways from the trail so as to not disrupt the flow of counsellors hiking up towards the waterfall.
Y/N blushed but did not have the time to reject his words as Jason was already taking a knee in front of her. She carefully draped her body over his back, wondering if she was coming off as needy. Well, he wouldn’t have offered if he didn’t want to, Y/N thought.
Harry had half the mind to listen to Belle’s story as they trekked side-by-side. Instead, his gaze focused on Y/N’s arms wrapped around another man’s neck, Jason’s hands gripping her thighs for extra support. He hated how every time he looked up ahead of him; it was the view that he saw and it irritated him to no end.
“Let’s walk faster,” Harry gruffed, moving his legs quicker without another word to Belle who seemingly chased after him. He kept his head straight as he passed the couple, not wanting either one of them to spot the scowl on his face and the deep crease between his brows.
Harry reminded himself that he deserved this--at least to some degree. He didn’t think that Y/N was doing this on purpose. He kept her words replaying in his mind; how she needed time to think. Harry was no stranger to this. It wasn’t just thinking that she had to do. Y/N also had to weigh out her options. If she did have feelings for Jason or felt as though they were sprouting, it was only plausible for her to test those emotions out through means of physical bonding; if they actually had any chemistry between them. Harry wondered if Y/N felt nervous right now, not because she was close to Jason, but because she would much rather be with him.
“Harry, wait--oh!” Belle quipped, tripping over a branch. Fortunately, she had caught herself in time before her face slid through the dirt. However, a pitiful whimper sounded through the open-air that had Y/N stripping her eyes from Harry’s slouched figure, briefly pausing to see if he heard the cry of pain correctly.
Y/N instructed Jason to turn around and let her feet plant on the ground. “Are you okay?”
Belle furrowed her brows in curiosity at Y/N’s question. Harry had paid Belle a visit, whisper-shouting in the corner of the arts and crafts room as he spilled what he knew about her doings. She was sure that Harry had told Y/N the truth by now, so it was fair that Belle was questioning Y/N’s concern for her.
“Yeah, I think I twisted my ankle,” She answered, ignoring the prickling pain of small pebbles digging into her bum as she sat up, inspecting the quirk of her ankle. Y/N leaned down next to her, shining her flashlight on the sore spot, now turning red.
“Looks like it’s getting swollen,” Y/N mumbled, gently lifting her heel to inspect more of the damage. “You’re gonna need some ice. I can walk you back to camp,” The girl extended her hand out to Belle who took it after staring for a few seconds.
“Okay,”
“I can come with--,” Jason began, only to get interrupted by Belle, wincing when she accidentally put pressure on her left ankle.
“No! I mean, I want Harry to come instead if that’s okay?”
Y/N must have interpreted the question wrong, assuming that Belle wanted Harry all to herself. She sighed, chest aching as Harry carried Belle on his back to prevent further injury. He handed the bag of drinks to Jason who effortlessly added it to his load. Harry started walking away from the group, towards the opposite direction when Belle exclaimed.
“Wait!” She craned her head, “Are you coming or not?”
“Me?”
Belle rolled her eyes, “Yeah, you. Who else would I be talking to?”
“But why?”
“Cause Harry gets queasy and I trust you more,” Belle slapped Harry’s chest when he pinched her, “It’s true!”
“Y’makin’ me look bad,”
“Whatever, let’s go, Y/N. Sorry, Jason,” She offered him a sympathetic smile.
Jason pouted, asking Y/N, “Next time?”
She nodded absentmindedly, trudging off to catch up with Harry and Belle.
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For the majority of the walk back to camp, the trio was silent. Belle was trying her best to keep a conversation going, though both Y/N and Harry were only keen on giving short and quick answers, leading them to a discussion dead end. Sure, Harry hummed in the space as to not let the eerieness of the forest scare them but other than that, Belle was left looking back and forth between them. She felt as though she was the reason for their silence. No shit.
For all the times that Belle has seen the two of them interact, she could feel a spike of jealousy arise from within her. Not that she would ever say it out loud. But now, all she wanted to do was magically heal her swollen ankle and yeet out of the awkward tension surrounding them. Despite her previous agenda, Belle wanted to see the Harry and Y/N that jokingly teased each other. The pair where you can actually see the lightness and giddiness of the air surrounding them because they were just so comfortable with each other. The subtle touches of affection made Harry’s smile that little bit brighter and the gentle touch of his hand that inclined Y/N to lean into him. Maybe it was a change of heart, or it was possibly just a greater realization that Harry and Y/N deserved to be happy that Belle decided to scrap her scathing jealousy for a better mindset.
Her conscience was hard at work to ensure that Belle felt every ounce of guilt that she deserved to feel. From the beginning where she conjured up the plan to get Y/N in trouble, she had a first-class seat in watching Harry blank out while doing camp activities. He was usually much more immersed with the kids; it was why he got the lead counsellor position in the first place. His dedication was unmatched and so, it was easy for Belle to spot when he wasn’t engaging like he usually would. And when she watched Y/N working the cafeteria line-up, Belle could see that she was painting a smile on her face for the sake of the campers. Though, her actions proved otherwise with the way a slab of scrambled eggs slapped against the plate, echoing a harsh sound every few seconds.
Belle sighed in relief when the light posts of the camp grew brighter with each step that Harry took. The tension was so thick that all Belle wanted to do was grab whatever bag of frozen food from the freezer (preferably peas) to place on her ankle and call it a day. Hopefully, it would give Y/N and Harry the chance to reconcile.
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“What d’ya want? I’ve got corn, peas and veggie medley,” Harry asked, sticking his head in the freezer to inspect the variety of ice packs. “Or y’can jus’ get a regular ice pack,”
Y/N giggled at his words, Belle’s eyes immediately observing the way Harry’s back straightened at the sound. Yeah, she had to apologize.
“An ice pack is fine,” Belle shivered when she touched the cold pack, wrapping it in a clean dish towel before taking a deep breath. “Okay, you guys need to stop being so odd around each other,”
Harry and Y/N exchanged stares; had it been that obvious?
Belle rolled her eyes, “Yes, I can tell that you like each other and I’m sorry that I ruined whatever you two had going on. I was jealous, okay? I’ve had Harry all to myself for years and seeing you come in here and sweep him off his feet. . .it’s an unsettling feeling, to say the least.”
The woman raised a hand up, signalling that she was far from done when Y/N started opening her mouth. “Hush. Y/N, I’m sorry that I got you in trouble. Harry, I’m sorry that I lied to you. I know how much you hate it but I still did it anyway because I was feeling selfish. It’s been eating me up for days. I mean, you guys aren’t acting like yourselves!”
Harry’s brows went up at the new information. He knew that he had been acting strange, mostly because he was nervous about how things would go. He didn’t know that other people were becoming aware of it too.
He smiled at Belle, pinching her cheek, “Awww, you care about me,”
“Shut up, Harry! I care about you both.” She slapped his cold fingertips from her face, “And stop doing that when your girlfriend is right here,”
“I’m--we’re not together,” Y/N blushed, meeting Harry’s green eyes shyly.
“Well, you might as well be with the way he fawns over you,” Belle pushed herself up from the uncomfortable plastic chair, alarming Y/N who was the closest to her and who had her arms out, ready to support if anything happened. “Oh, calm down, Y/N. I can still walk,”
“Just being careful,”
In true Belle fashion, she waved her helping hands-off, insisting that she was fine on her own. “I’m leaving now. You lovebirds better makeup by tomorrow,”
The couple watched as Belle exited the kitchen, limping on one leg. The latch on the door opened and closed a few moments later. It was quiet aside from the humming of the refrigerator and the freezer.
“Do you want to come over to my cabin? To talk?” Y/N added, zipping up her gray jacket.
“Sure, it’s on the way to mine,” Harry joked, shoulders slumping in relief when she released a melodious giggle. He moved around the kitchen, unearthing a reusable bag from one of the drawers. He flipped through the pantry cabinets, filling the bag with various snacks; pudding cups, juice boxes, crackers and chips.
“What are you doing?” Y/N questioned him, eyes widening at the amount of food he had managed to place inside the bag.
“Preparing for a date on such short notice,” He grinned before turning back to the large box of oranges. Shrugging, Harry grabbed a handful of Mandarin oranges, “Why not,”
“Aren’t we gonna get in trouble?”
He shook his head, “Don’t think so. I know a guy,” Harry slung the strap of the bag over his shoulder, walking over to the light switch where he would flick it off a few moments later. “Let’s go?”
And with a nod, Y/N slotted her hand over to his outstretched one.
“Let’s go,”
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FIN.
#harry styles imagine#harry styles one shot#harry styles#harry styles x reader#harry styles imagines#harry styles angst#harry styles writing#harry styles x you#harry styles fanfic#harry styles fluff
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ooohh for that oc ask meme, noonday 1 through 8?
:D!!
1 (What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?): shdlkjfg she cannot sit still for very long at ALL she can do it for maybe a minute before she's got to fiddle with something or get up and move around... the only exception is if she's thinking over a thorny problem, then she'll tend to get quite still and really hole up in her mind palace. otherwise she'll still absentmindedly doodle, make something, brew a cup of tea, clean a counter,
2 (How easy is it for your character to laugh?): EASY! she's a very bright and laughing person and she loves to laugh and have fun
3 (How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)): her favorite way to put herself to bed at night is thinking idly over a puzzle or an invention! usually she'll have one that she's come up specifically to play with in her mind before she goes to sleep. that's how she came up with teacups that form magic circles
4 (How easy is it to earn their trust?): quite easy - noonday's confident in herself and has also (pregame at least) not known much in the way of real blindsiding betrayal (any 'betrayal' has always been something she's sort of seen coming), so she welcomes people into her life without much concern, and also welcomes herself into their lives as well shdlksjklf
5 (How easy is it to earn their mistrust?): slightly more difficult-to-answer-question because if she trusted you first and then you did something to earn her mistrust it won't be a very strong mistrust: she'll always be willing to give you the benefit of the doubt up to the end, even if she has more reservations about it than before. on the other hand, it's possible to earn her inflexible dislike more or less at once upon meeting her, and if she doesn't like you she will refuse to trust you on principle
6 (Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?): as a career criminal from a huge family empire of career criminals she mostly considers laws to be things that happen to other people, but that aren't generally too annoying to operate within during her day-to-day
7 (What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?): ooh that's a tough one...the pelisian isles where she grew up are quite cold compared to the climate of torredaga so i think that whenever they get an especially cold winter she'll get very nostalgic...there would be a lot of actions around that time (wrapping up in warmer clothes that she probably inherited from her parents, drinking the warm drinks her grandparents gave her as a child, maybe even playing in the snow if it gets chilly enough) that would spark nostalgia. i think it's a sort of cheerfully resigned type of nostalgia for her though; though she was happy, she loves her life where she is now and doesn't necessarily miss her childhood. ON A MORE MODERN NOTE, i think brewing tea/making new blends/all that brings back some fond nostalgia for when she was just starting out her tea shop in torredaga. i think around season 4 she just gave the whole thing over to the shop's other employee and she doesn't even live above the shop anymore...she probably thinks fondly of it, and enjoys the feeling
8 (What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child): shdglsjfkls many things...she was being raised to be the heir to the cholmondeley art forgery empire so there were a lot of lessons on many different things and she did enjoy that but she was never quite suited for it...i think ultimately what she was told to stop doing most often as a child could be boiled down to "having fun" - put lessons first, family interests first, the future first, business first, don't pursue your own interests if they won't be ultimately beneficial. this definitely directly led to her season 1 drive, which was "fun comes first!" no matter the cost
#ask meme#cospinol#noonday tag#NOONDAY MY BELOVED FOREVEERRRR#we've been playing Teenz Game as our kid characters in this world and sometimes the Adultz come in and its so wild to see noonday from the#perspective of my kid character (erlaz<3) because she always feels so cheerful and carefree but whenever i play her during the teenz game#she always seems so serious and her silliness more of an attempt at levity than anything else#responsibilities man!! they'll get ya!!!!
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book 6 is gonna be a h o r r i d time in the reverse brother haunting au. jfc
For both the brother haunting au and the reverse, it's a horrible time for the Shrouds.
Ps: in both cases, their actual overBlot episode is during the 2 Halloween event, which makes the Ignihyde book be the 2nd book. We also get to explore the dorm a bit more too :v
For the normal brother haunting au:
Ortho would be so done and over. Like please end him then and there. He is classmates with VIL of all people! And Idia is just trying to diffuse the situation before his lil hooman brother has a seizure. Like please, he's brimming with anxiety, can y'all act like reasonable beings for like 5 mins???
Idia also being more confident, immediately is able to wipe everyone into their place. Like their parents are off to some more important business and all they have to do is watch over them for less than 24 hours, then everything can get to fucking normal and everyone would be happy and free.
But nothing can be simple when 1 sparkly French IKEA lamp looking ass guy busts in with Epel and Yuu.
Like in the king of Blots Au, Grim is the one that stirrs up the chaos, this time sensing a blot stone that was out of an experiment and transported around. In here, the whole situation drives poor Ortho to the point he cries his eyes out because 'WHY can't you just not act like entitled bastards for a bit?! I don't wanna do this yet you blame me for it?!'. This also touches a very low spot for Idia, who absolutely hates to see his lil brother crying. Cue threatening these mfs to cooperate and catch Grim before he decides to open the gates of the underworld and throw them in there to rot with the rest of the Phanthoms.
Bad part is that these bitches don't feel any kind of remorse for making Ortho cry. Like when the Shroud parents return(they immediately hurried back to STIX, so they came a few minutes after our guys left) and find this absolute mess, with their youngest still sniffling a bit, oh it's a whole shitshow. Mrs Shroud wants to decapitate those guys and Idia actually hypes her up. Mr Shroud is the reasonable guy who firstly calms down Ortho and makes sure that at least the boy is well and no one was severely hurt. The damage was out of both brothers's control, so neither get grounded. Instead we get a nice lil family time. :3
Now for the reverse brother haunting au:
Idia in here has a bit of more calm to him. Ortho tries to convince his brother that since in the end they will erase the memory of these guys, maybe they should try and attempt to bond a bit.
Well Grim goes hairwire and shit hits the fan. Unlike Ortho in the og au, Idia is filled with rage since really, these guys are testing his patience. Ortho, poor Ortho, gets so overwhelmed and worked out about it. Like they were supposed to have a sum nice time and now they are arguing while Grim is rampaging through STIX. Like please stop it.
And this is when Ortho cries, this time out of his robotic eyes real human tears pouring out. The others try to brush it off as being a malfunction of the robot, but Idia immediately fusses over his little brother, trying to make him stop crying. This, of course, brings in more rage to Idia, to the point his whole hair is red and BOI is he ready to tear a new one to these bitches. How dare they disregard his brother while in his home?! Like at school Idia would give it a pass, maybe get annoyed at worst, but here? Here he lives. This is basically his house. And even in his own home these guys don't give a damn about his wish to simply acknowledge Ortho as a person? Nah. He's not having it.
So he speaks his mind. He is doing his best to hold his crying brother, covering Ortho's ears while he yells at the rest for being reckless and pieces of shit in general. He went through the same procedures as them. He was in a similar position of subjects, but every procedure was told in advance and in detail, yet still, they are entitled enough to act like this?! To make Ortho cry and disregard the very serious situation at the moment?! Idia tells them that maybe his parents aren't around here, but he's in charge now and maybe he'll just go over a notch and lock up these guys until the whole things is settled. Ok? No more Mr nice guy, you either listen to him and help contain the rabid Grim or you get cuffed and locked until this whole ordeal is over.
To rub that salt into the wound, after this whole fiasco, Ortho is enrolled as an official student at NRC, which means he has the right to be considered someone. He has every fucking right to be respected and Idia would rub it in the faces of the STIX incident group.
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Life Update
I haven’t written anything in awhile so I thought I’d sum up some things that have happened recently! There’s been some pretty major developments and it’s always fun to look back on everything that has happened. Scrolling back through my blog, the last major event that I talked about was NEST back in May, so let’s use that as a starting point.
1. I started seeing someone new! We met on OkCupid and actually started chatting back in March but weren’t able to meet up until end of May. He lives about a 50 minute drive away, but we’ve managed to hang out once every 2 weeks since. This connection is a lot of new things for me - I’ve played with guys before but this is the time I’ve been with a guy in a dating type of scenario. It’s also the first time having a poly relationship that goes beyond casual play, and I’m super excited that he and Jess get along and we can all hang out together sometimes. It’s also my first time being in a kinky relationship where we don’t both share a tickle kink (though it is still fun to mix in a bit of tickle play every once in awhile 😉). It’s been amazing, and also a lot of new feelings to process. I’m super excited about it!
2. I’ve been exploring my local kink scene! Surprisingly, my little city has one of the most active kink munches in all of southern Ontario. Jess and I have been having a ton of fun going to the park munches, rope socials, and Littles munches. We’ve met some really cool people and learned a ton. I’m super excited to be able to include rope work more regularly in scenes now. I’m also excited to have some great new friends, and maybe introduce some tickle play to people who otherwise may not have considered it. There’s also a cottage weekend coming up that sounds like it’s going to be amazing.
3. I’ve made some more progress on the garage! This project continues to take far longer than I thought it would, but I’ve got it to a point where the loft area is a somewhat usable play space so that’s a plus. Next steps are to finish the drywall and install a heat pump for the winter. Hoping to have the main area ready to host a Halloween party in October!
4. We went to the P99 tickle gathering in Pittsburg back in June! There were a few people that I’ve been hoping to meet up with since before Covid, and it finally happened. Teleportation needs to be a thing so I can see all the wonderful people in the world more often 💕
5. We went back country camping for the first time! It was a great introduction to it - we only had to hike about an hour in from our car, and we were right next to the beautiful waters of Georgian Bay. I did mushrooms for the second time, and overall it was an amazing experience but I think I prefer doing them in a house instead of camping. Everything was augmented - the good stuff like the beautiful scenery and the good company, but also the bad stuff like the pesky flies and less than comfortable tent and sleeping pad. Can’t wait to plan another trip (both camping and mushroom 😉)!
6. I made some new content for OnlyFans! This is actually a pretty cool story. I have a friend on Facebook that I’ve known since high school. We were never super close but she always posted really funny, cool, and sexy content over the years so the Facebook algorithm would always keep her in my feed. Back in January she started posting about starting an OnlyFans and was looking for content ideas, so I thought I’d reach out and tell her about the garage I’m building. We started chatting and eventually I told her about my own OF account for tickling content. She hadn’t heard of tickling as a kink before but was interested enough to try! So we met up a couple weeks ago and filmed some stuff. I’m just finishing up the editing now so I expect we will be releasing that in the next week or two. She also wants to meet up again which is super cool. I may have helped convert another tickle kinkster?!
7. I started looking for a cottage! It’s been a major goal of mine to get some property outside the city to try to live a little closer to nature, and I’m almost at a point where I can see a pathway to get there. Years of saving, living below my means, some fairly significant help from my parents, and a few key moments of good luck might just make this possible in the next year or so. Hoping to have more to say about this soon!
Alright, that’s enough for now. I’m always amazed at how much stuff happens over time, when day to day I’m pretty focused on the current thing. I like writing stuff like this to help zoom out and see a bigger picture. I’ll have to try to remember to do this more often, but if I’m honest it’s very likely that it will be several months before I get to it. Until next time!
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there is definitely smth going on w me emotionally but i can't put my finger on it bc whenever i almost get it i kind of just forget. esp when ppl ask me how i'm doing. my mind goes blank like nothing's going on and like i'm having my first day on earth.
so what i'm gonna do now is make a bullet point list of everything that's bothering me:
change in season is fkg with me (cold, less sun, etc etc)
lent 2k to my uncle so he can get medical help overseas
been working sundays alone for months and every single time it's a nightmare to manage
changed my availability so they can use me 1 out 3 days off as an emergency but they schedule me in practically every time, so it's basically 2 days off
working 5 days a week as a part-timer feels like a scam
right as we were getting along, one coworker is starting to press my buttons
none of the other guys in my department wanna work more than 2 days a week, so the rest falls on me
my shifts are often very short. it sucks to do a total of 2 hrs in transit for a 4-hr shift without lunch
couldn't find the energy for washday, next week hopefully
took a shower tho, my first in a week
had to run after supervisors to get my schedule every. week. for over 6 months now. even when i wait til the last minute (sunday, when i usually work again on wed) sometimes the schedule is "hard to find" or "incomprehensible" to them bc the manager in charge has her own language or smth
this week i was told to just "repeat the same schedule as last week." couldn't even get a physical copy.
(last week's schedule was made like shit: they didn't put me in for wed evening when usually no one else but me is available. therefore i did not come in.)
had to mute my phone so that i miss work's call bc ofc they would call.
had 3 whole days off and spent 2 at home sitting on my ass. it's not that i even wanted to, it felt more like i couldn't do more than that.
libido off the charts but no space or privacy to take care of it
therefore feeling v touch-starved and clingy. which is gross
didn't brush my teeth last night after a near-perfect 5-month streak. worried this might be the end of a good hygiene era bc it feels harder and harder to keep up the routine
only thing going on for me rn is:
atla fixation pt 2. lovelovelove zuko in every shape and form and pairing. i was looking at fanart of him last night and felt v emotional. not normal
renaissance of my writing phase, or: help, i can't stop thinking abt one of my 2016 roleplay forums with my beloved oc and the small cast of characters tied to him and now i've started rewriting them all by myself like a bedtime story!
oh and i have friends who love me. and i love them too
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Jake’s angry waitress S/O
The waiting reference with naomi
https://youtu.be/-AycxwF6GzI
If Jake had an angry waitress S/O would be ✨PERFECTION✨
Warning: mentions of curse words/bad words
*Jake showing the new intern around*
Jake: that’s the machine where you put the food and drinks order in, so basically it-
*Y/n walks in angry*
Y/n: I hate this fucking place sometimes man, y’know. I mean what the fuck. Do we need four more people at this time and day man?
Y/n: Look at this place, it’s fucking DEAD! I swear Howard needs to clean the SHIT. out of his fucking brain sometimes. Fucking asshole.
*Y/n looks at the intern*
Y/n: What are you looking at fuck-wad.
*Y/n leaves*
Jake: that was Y/n she’s been working Wayy too long. She nice though
*intern smiles*
Jake: when she’s drunk
*Intern frowns and concern*
(...)
*Y/n impatiently waiting for her tickets while Howard looking for them during rush hour frantically*
Howard: Hey guys, which one of these is medium-rare?
*Not less than 5 minutes pass by*
*Y/n screams*
Y/n: GODDAMNIT!!!!!
*Y/n forcefully grabs her tickets*
Y/n: Please. Let me. Do. IT.
(..)
Y/n: Lily.
Lily: Yeah?
Y/n: something bad. happens when you become a manager. You put on your fucking tie and you get your fucking little manager card and you think you’re so fucking cool just because you write the schedule and get to tell us what to fucking do when in reality you know you’re not even worth the fucking BULLSHIT-
Lily: Woah. Y/n calm down!
Lily: Relax...Woman.
*Y/n smokes*
(...)
Tanya: Scott, Ariel, I just sat you.
Scott: Oh shit. what do we got?
Tanya: Well, yours look cool they look like businesspeople.
Ariel: What about mine?
Tanya: I don’t know they don’t speak English.
Y/n: Foreigners?!
Tanya: I’m sorry!
Ariel: Are you mad at me?
Tanya: No, I swear I’m going by the rotation.
Y/n: I. FUCKING. HATE. FOREIGNERS.
*Tanya leaves*
Y/n: It’s such bullshit. Like they don’t know how to tip. Oh, they know. Oh yeah, they fucking know!
(...)
*Y/n cracks her neck and forces a friendly smile*
Y/n: So, is there anything I get you folks this evening~
*Y/n picks up the plates*
*Customer 1 tries to say no*
Customer 2: I think I would like a hot fudge sundae~
Y/n: Oh! mhm! mhm! that does sound good!
*Y/n giggles*
Y/n: I’ll be back with that for you!
*Y/n turns around and walks away frowning angrily*
*Y/n puts dishes away*
Y/n: Like That bitch needs to be eating desserts anyway.
Sasha: Y/n. You know if you ever want a counselor in anger management or...alcoholism.
Sasha: I’d be more than glad to do it for you.
Y/n: you do that for me?...
*Sasha nods*
Y/n: Thank you, I really appreciate it but I think I rather you just WASH THE FUCKING DISHES AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!
*Y/n walks away*
Y/n: FUCKING PSYCHO BABBLE BULLSHIT ASSHOLE!
(...)
*Y/n making hot fudge sundae and mumbling*
Y/n: you want your fucking sundae bitch come and suck it I hate her. I HATE HER.
*Y/n grabs Reddi whip cream can and pours but very little comes out*
Y/N: ?!
*Y/n throws Reddi whip cream can away*
*Y/n grabs another Reddi whip cream can and pours but very little comes out again*
Y/n: Fucking Simone and Jake!
(...)
Y/n: Where the hell is it?!
*Y/n slams her hand on the counter*
Y/n: It’s been over half a fucking hour!
Chef: I Told you it’ll be out in a minute! Now get out of my face or I’ll lose your ticket!
*Intern taps Y/n shoulder*
*Y/n turns around angry*
Y/n: WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?! GET BACK IN THE FUCKING TRAINING ROOM YOU ASS-COCK!
*Intern backs off and goes to the training room*
*Y/n walks off*
Y/n: GODDAMNIT! I HATE THESE FUCKING PEOPLE I HATE THEM! TWENTY MINUTES FOR TWO MEDIUM RARE STEAKS THIS IS BULLSHIT!
*Y/n walks up out of the kitchen to the customers mumbling to herself*
Y/n: What the hell, they need to get rid of every one of these lousy cock suckers-
*Y/n puts on a friendly fake smile*
Y/n: So~ how is everything?
#the waiting#the waiting is killing me#the waiting reference#curse words#bad words#curse slurs#jake sweetbitter x reader#sweetbitter#Jake sweetbitter x Angry! waitress reader#sweetbitter fanfic#the waiting movie#I highly suggest you watch the movie 🎥 it’s worth your time trust me#the waiting Naomi#sweetbitter fanfic idea
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253 posts created (3%)
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I tagged 7,433 of my posts in 2022
Only 10% of my posts had no tags
#this is a queue - 1,129 posts
#marvel - 580 posts
#star wars - 552 posts
#obi wan kenobi - 422 posts
#bridgerton - 358 posts
#obi wan kenobi spoilers - 314 posts
#the umbrella academy - 306 posts
#anthony bridgerton - 288 posts
#the sandman - 278 posts
#obi wan spoilers - 263 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#literally obsessed with the way mobius looks overwhelmed by his affection as he tells loki that he can be whoever or whatever he wants to be
My Top Posts in 2022:
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Aro-Spec Awareness Week 2022
Canon Aro of the Day
Caduceus Clay from Critical Role is Aromantic Asexual
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My #1 post of 2022
Koisenu Futari
I heard about this show like a week ago through a random tumblr post. A gifset of Sakuko searching the internet for the term "AroAce". I did a double take. Theres no way, I thought. An aroace character? The words aromantic and asexual being used on screen? So I did some quick research and discovered that this is from a Japanese drama show called Koisenu Futari.
Here's a summary of the show:
About two people who are aromantic and asexual and begin living together. Sakuko finds it difficult to live in a society which operates under the assumption that people will fall in love with each other. She meets supermarket employee Takahashi when she goes to support a "fall-in-love" campaign by her junior at work. She is startled when she hears him say that there are people who don't fall in love. As Sakuko's mother keeps hurrying her to get married, she decides to move out and rent an apartment with her friend but her friend backs out at the last minute after reconciling with her ex-boyfriend. Just when Sakuko is about to give up, she ends up living with Takahashi under one roof because of their similar values towards romance.
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So not only does this show have an AroAce character, it is CENTERED on not one but TWO Aroace characters and their experiences and feelings as AroAces.
Do you know how rare that is!?!??!
Last night I finally found a way to watch it with English subtitles and I blew through the two episodes available when I tell you I cried. Oof. I cried no less than 3 times during episode 1 alone.
I mean look at this. Talks of amatonormativity, Sakuko's friendship being mistaken for romantic feelings, friends ditching her for romantic relationships, constantly being told she'll find her "fated partner", touch aversion, and so much more.
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I think I officially became Disabled™️ this weekend. Finally got my first "but you don't look disabled" at my partner's birth giver's funeral, from her mother's foster mom.
It was absurdly annoying. I told her I left my cane in the car because it'd be in the way inside this house with twenty freaking people in it and I didn't have to walk far.
Putting my rant under a readmore so nobody has to see it.
I wish I didn't feel like I have to justify the fact that I can't work a normal job. I can't talk to strangers for more than two-three hours anymore, I get paranoid and angry and my PTSD + AVPD flares up bad; if I'm forced to stay out past my limit I will have to isolate myself for days to get back to normal, and usually have to double up my antipsychotics for a dose or two to get the paranoia to go away.
That's not even touching on the fact that I literally can't stand for more than maybe an hour, hour and a half on a great day with all potential pain meds stacked, and a 5 x 5 area to move around in.
I can't walk more than a half mile at most without sitting for 10-30, and with each break the distance between just gets shorter and shorter, by a factor of 1/2. And again, this would be on a great day with lots of energy, all the pain meds I'm allotted, and probably an absurd amount of caffeine. I can shop by myself at the neighborhood market but not the big Walmart, if we're talking a full grocery trip ($60-$100 of groceries, maybe 8-10 bags). If I need to go there I have to have someone with me to push the cart. My cane is a lot more supportive than leaning on the cart.
This doesn't even touch on being autistic+ADHD, which makes all of this so much harder because pain is a stimulus that can quickly become overstimulating, especially in places with bright lights and lots of vivid colors. The cereal aisle gives me a headache sometimes. But going from overstimulated to understimulated sucks for my ADHD because it's instant boredom city, even if I'm in a ton of pain with a migraine, having to lie down in the dark, I'm bored out of my skull the whole time. Can't even sleep without something playing in the background to distract me enough to sleep.
I can't live alone. My back basically decides I'm dead and goes into rigor mortis(/hj) if I haven't had a back massage in three days, with big hard knots that feel like having someone pinch my nerve endings and twist to rub out. Or sometimes just like I've been stabbed through with dozens of needles, all the way deep into my back muscles. It's miserable. My back is literally fucking broken in the one spot that keeps it stable while you're standing up.
I need someone to help me take care of myself. If I'm alone for too long I stop sleeping, eating, showering. It gets bad. With someone else I have some motivation to eat because I'm feeding them too, or on bad pain days, my partner cooks for me, even if it's after she's worked a full shift. Without someone talking to me daily, the paranoia gets bad really fast. I would need a lot heavier dose of antipsychotics and pain meds without having someone who loves me living with me.
I can't stand still more than five minutes without the pain steadily increasing. It gets past a five in just a few minutes of standing still and straight. I doubt I could last thirty minutes. I couldn't when I was "abled" (it took me a while to realize I never was, I was just significantly less disabled than I am now). I worked as a cashier for a few months in high school and literally had to just keep switching which leg I was holding myself up with, leaning weight on my other knee to take the weight off my feet, ankles, and shins. It was painful long before my first break 2 hours in.
But because I don't "look disabled" I'm not, right Karen? Fuck off and eat my crippled ass. I shouldn't have to justify my disability to anyone, much less her. Not getting into the drama there but let's just say, to keep it brief, my partner met her mom as an adult after not seeing her since she was 7. I sincerely doubt these foster parents were good ones. Good parents don't have meth addict kids 9/10 times (edit to explain this a bit more-I'm blaming the parents for making her mom's life so miserable she had to resort to that, I have no problem with people addicted to drugs, just doing drugs isn't wrong on its own. It's so often an ignored symptom of trauma and that's what I wanted to say by this)
Casual ableism is fucking annoying.
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Angry ranting
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Yesterday I missed a dose of my meds, and I got triggered by seeing one of the ppl involved jn the divorce last year and went spiraling into trying to find info on all of those ppl which just upsets me more
And since I hadn't taken my meds, my brain wouldn't chill for even a second And then I was kept awake bc I was hungry as hell.
Fell asleep at 5 am, woke up at like 9:40. Less than 5 hrs
Filled out a bunch of medical info I need for my endocrinologist, and tried to order my insurance card for another damn hour on the phone with a robot
Got contacted by manager asking if I could clock in extra early for the 3rd time this week, usually I'm like hell yeah extra money but I'm glad I didn't go to work early
Work was so damn busy today that I didn't get to cleaning the lobby until it was almost time to close anyway. Both trashcans were overflowing and there was a huge stack of trays, I started taking out trash so it would STOP overflowing but then right on time to piss me off some customers come in and I HAVE TO HELP THEM CUZ THATS ALSO MY JOB but I had to finish the trash
But if I make them wait, then I suck at my job cuz were fast food and its totally my fault that I'm the only person in charge of cleaning the lobby, 3 bathrooms, serving indoor customers, serving call in and online orders, And serving Doordash which also pisses me off cuz we'll get several Doordasg orders and the drivers like to come in super early and just stand around, or sometimes leave if we take too long. BUDDY THW APP SAYSI HAVE 15 MINUTES TO MAKE THE ORDER, I'M NOT LATE UR FUCKING EARLY. But also sometimes I am late, BC INDOOR CUSTOMERS ARE PRIORITY.
Anyway why the fuck are jobs like this? Why am I doing the work of multiple people just bc my boss wants to keep the percentage of labor under 25%?
They always schedule 1 lobby cashier to serve customers inside/doordash/call in/online orders, and 2 drive through bc drive through is the busiest
Oh and guess who has to stock all the drive through sides too?the ones for easy grabbing in the fridge? FUCKING ME.
Sweeping the lobby and the kitchen, scrubbing off the front line and the display windows, OH AND IM A BACK UP DISHWASHER.
And then my dad can't pick me up and wants me to somehow uber both me and my sister, who is at a completely different location and got off work at a different time.
Oh and apparently that one coworker who goes "Deadname this needs done" when I'm in the middle of doing something she already asks, every single minute she does that, not only is that one of the reasons other coworkers don't like her (the nagging instead of waiting for us to be done with something or even just writing a list), but our coworkers have literally corrected her on my name and she still does it. She's not even a manager either and she just bosses everyone around cuz she was SUPPOSED to train us (which doesn't happen at this establishment btw)
Highlights of my day: I saw a planned parenthood worker which just immediately made me happy, and I told her how much I appreciate them and she said that made her day bc usually when someone notices the planned parenthood logo they think or say bad things about them. Also my uber driver had a van decked out in halloween decorations which was awesome, she's my favorite uber driver now. It felt like riding with family or a friend she was so sweet
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