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#boungo stray dogs#bsd#ahhhhhomgomgomg#i am literally going to combust#screaming#crying throwing up#akutagawa ryuunosuke#he looks so pretty#omgggggggggg#shin soukoku#sskk#nakajima atsushi#atsuaku#I was literally screaming in my room for fifteen minutes#But on an unrelated note is Sigma just dead??? Like are we just cool with that??????#Also holy shit they did Fyodor dirty
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ENHYPEN OT7 ; 엔하이픈
PLAYING MINECRAFT WITH THEM
requested : no
genre : crack, fluff
pairing : enhypen x reader (can be platonic)
warnings : cursing + the members being menaces
heeseung ; 희승
absolute sweat
like speed runner esque
nags on you for being too slow and making him have a speed run time of over fifteen minutes
like you’re barely getting an oak log and he’s already in the nether. like u turn away for two seconds and he’s already built the portal
“heeseung where did you go” “i’ve almost killed the wither wait” … “CAN U CHILL OUT WE JUST CREATED THIS WORLD”
so u thought u were gonna have fun hanging out with heeseung on minecraft? NO
because as soon as he finishes his speed run and you finally got your first diamond, he’s decided to build a base
and u thought he was gonna be all cute and make u a room awwww!!! no.
he does make u a room, but the stairway up to ur room is a parkour course
(when the fuck did he have time to even make that?!!?!!)
first and last time playing minecraft with him
jay ; 제이
absolute knight in shining armor
literally
those mobs have nothing on his iron drip
protects u even if u don’t need it
“oh shit there’s a creeper” “ON MY WAY Y/N”
his netherite sword is CRACKED. like perfect enchantments
when he’s not protecting u he becomes ur farmer
the farm is so organized and beautiful jay is literally my husband pls
does in fact laugh when u die tho
like he’ll collect your stuff for you but the second he sees “[your gamertag] fell from a high place” he’s going to laugh for like two minutes straight
also he keeps an extra chest in his room for u
like in case u need something OR u die and he’s not able to collect ur stuff so it despawns
jay is so husband. even in minecraft
jake ; 제이크
he’s played before ok (trust him)
(it was when he was like nine)
like he’s very very. bad
he’s trying tho!!!
keeps dying. like every two minutes you see “jake_awesome2002 was blown up by a creeper”
he does not know how to change his gamertag so ur just stuck playing with jake_awesome2002
he starts getting the hang of it and immediately thinks he’s cracked at the game (he’s not)
so he disappears from you out of nowhere and so you try to help him :
“jake where are you” … “jake” … “jake sim where the fuck are you” …………. “i don’t know”
(cue “jake_awesome2002 fell out of the world”)
“JAKE HOW DID YOU FALL OUT OF THE WORLD” “I DONT KNOW”
he respawns and like sulks for three minutes before leaving and collecting dirt(?) for some reason
coincidentally you keep finding dirt blocks placed throughout your base afterwards! how silly of him!
sunghoon ; 성훈
he was so ready to show u how good he is
he’s not very good. but at least he’s better than jake!
he somehow is always in a cave or some sort of dangerous location
like say u found a village and you’re like “sunghoon come raid this village with me!”
meanwhile he’s trying not to die because of a pillager outpost
somehow he doesn’t?
he’ll go and do stuff like that or spend days in the nether and survive but his weakness is witches
like he doesn’t scream UNLESS there is a witch
and if you’re nearby ? he will 100% sacrifice you to the witch so that he can survive
womp womp
he actually sacrifices you quite a bit because he has like 36 levels
he thinks he’s funny when he does it too
sunoo ; 선우
honestly prefers to play in creative mode (me too sunoo)
but when you were like “let’s play in survival for once” he’s like “fiiiiiiiiinneeeeeuhhhh” (very dramatic about it)
he immediately builds a forever base when you spawn in
makes you do all the mining and stuff
he will tag along! but he won’t do shit
he’s the interior designer. he’s got bigger and better things to do
he only redeems himself when you go into the base and find your minecraft beds right next to each other
besides holding the house down, he also has an extremely high scale and successful farming system
so if you ever check in his chests, 100% you will find like 20 stacks of wood, stacks of wheat, of carrots, of beets, etc.
may be a homebody in minecraft but at least he’s fun to play with !!!! 10/10 would recommend to a friend
jungwon ; 정원
the miner
like you’re trying to get along with your day until jungwon stops and drops into the smallest cave ever
“what are u doing” “wait y/n we might need this copper” “jungwon don’t u already have like three stacks of copper” “yeah but we might need it”
lots of time spent mining
u eat your words tho when he is decked out in diamond armor from almost the get-go
when you guys build a base it HAS to have a little mine under the house (little as in huge)
somehow has like ten dogs?
“this one is maeumi, this one is maeumi’s friend, this once can be gaeul… maybe this one can be layla? oh! and this one is maeumi’s other friend. this one is bisco. this one is yours but you don’t get to name it. i will name it for you.”
they would be cats if it was really up to you but you’ll live
also refuses to elaborate on this thing he does
he makes tons and tons of signs and just places them around the base
some of them make sense and others just don’t at all
has a 2x2 fenced in area and the sign outside of it says “jail”
has anyone ever been sent to jail there? no. but as jungwon says “just in case”
riki ; 니키
possibly the worst yet most fun person to play with
at first you’re like “let’s play together” and he’s like “yeah sure whatever” but little do u know he has every plan in the world to turn the game into warfare
it’s even worse if you are playing on a realm rather than just a server
he abandons you from the get-go and immediately runs away and you can’t catch him so he builds a base far away from you
the base is in fact a dirt house
but it’s minecraft who said he had to be an architect
yes he abandoned you and is regularly attacking you at any given chance but he still keeps his tabs on where you are
walks all over your farm and kills your livestock
leaves signs saying “riki was here” “get rikrolled”
since he keeps tabs on you, u have to be very cautious of what you leave in your chests
he will steal anything. just for fun
threatens to blow up everything because he just wants to
little does he know if he wants warfare ur gonna give him warfare
a/n : this is random but i played mc like two days ago and i thought this could be a silly idea
#enhypen#enhypen drabbles#enhypen reactions#enhypen x reader#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#enhypen x y/n#enhypen fanfic#enhypen fanfics#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen x you#enhypen headcanons#enhypen crack#enhypen fluff#heeseung#heeseung x reader#enhypen jay#enhypen jay x reader#enhypen jake#enhypen jake x reader#sunghoon#sunghoon x reader#sunoo#sunoo x reader#jungwon#jungwon x reader#ni ki#ni ki x reader#dvrk moon
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Sunshine!reader xGrumpy!eddie munson? (doesnt have to be word for word but just the vibes)
"Please for me?"
"Dont say that-"
"what?"
"everytime you say please for me, you think im gonna do what you ask. well not this time"
"....Please? for me?"
"UUAGHH. fine"
oh my God! Yes! this is so adorable and it screams Eddie 😂
Warnings: none (also, everyone works at Family Video here)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things 😊 gifs aren’t mine 😁
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Coffee Run
"You go ask him!" Robin insisted.
"Why does it have to be me?"
"You're kidding, right? Because Munson would literally do anything you ask him to" Steve chuckled.
"That's not true!" you argued.
"Yes, it is" both Steve and Robin said at the same time. "He once picked up your copy of ABBA's new album" Steve reminded you. "And he also rented the Princess Bride when you asked him to."
"But he hates doing the coffee run" you reminded them.
"Yes, that's why you should ask him" Robin smirked, raising her eyebrows.
"Okay, I'll try and ask him but I think it's pointless" you rolled your eyes before you walked over to where Eddie was stacking some of the new movies that came in. "Hi, love" you smiled sweetly at him.
"Hey, sunshine" he smiled a little, looking back at you.
"Do you need any help?" you asked, grabbing some of the movies from him.
"What do you want?" he sighed.
"What?" you asked, pretending to be confused.
"Sweetheart, I know you didn't come here to help me stack the new movies" he smirked. "So, what do you want?"
"Well... we were just thinking... because it's really slow today... if you wouldn't... mind... making a coffee run to the shop across the street?" you asked smiling innocently at him and Eddie let out an exasperated sigh.
"Why does it have to be me? You know I hate going to that coffee shop" he said, glaring a little at you.
"I know, but we have all had our breaks except for you" you explained.
"But nobody's here, you can just go and we'll cover for you" he tried to argue.
"Please, Eds? For me?" you begged.
"No, don't say that!" Eddie complained.
"Why not?" you asked, confused.
"Every time you say 'Please? For me?', you think I'm gonna do whatever you ask. Well, not this time!, princess" he complained, glaring at you a little. But then he saw your bottom lip sticking out as you pouted and you looked up at him with puppy eyes.
"Please, love?" you tried again. "I'll make it up to you" you smirked.
"UUAGHH. Fine!" he gave in, still frowning. But a small smile formed on his lips when you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and peppering him with kisses, making him drop the movies in his hands.
"Thank you so much, Eddie" you said, before you planted a kiss on his lips.
"You're lucky I love you, princess" he smiled before giving you another peck.
"I know, love" you smiled. "I love you too" you said giving him one final kiss before he started making his way out of Family Video.
"Taking my break!" he yelled at Robin and Steve who both quickly pretended they had not just witnessed your entire interaction with him. You picked up the movies Eddie dropped and walked back to them.
"So, you still think you don't have Munson wrapped around your little finger?" Steve said, smirking.
"Shut up, Harrington!" you said before going to the back to get the rest of the movies Eddie needed to stack. It was only about fifteen minutes later before Eddie was back.
"Here Harrington" Eddie said, sighing, handing Steve his coffee.
"Thanks, man" Steve nodded.
"Buckley" he said, giving Robin hers.
"Thanks, Eddie" she said, before she nudged Steve.
"What?"
"What do you mean, what? Pay him" she rolled her eyes.
"Why do I always have to be the one paying?"
"I don't know, Steve. Why am I the funny one? We all have our thing" she said, laughing and Steve rolled his eyes before he paid Eddie for his coffee and Robin's as you came out of the back room.
"Eddie!" you smiled brightly at him, approaching your boyfriend and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Hi again, love" you smiled.
"Hey, princess" he said as a smile appeared.
"Dude, I don't think I've ever seen Eddie smiling" Robin frowned.
"I know. I always assumed he had fangs" Steve chuckled.
"Shut up you two, or I'll throw your coffee away" he glared at the two of them before he turned back to you. "I got yours here, sunshine" he said, grabbing a third cup and handing it to you.
"Thank you so much, love" you said, kissing his cheek. "How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing, princess" he said, kissing your forehead. "It's my treat" he smiled at you.
"Thank you, Eddie" you said, kissing his cheek.
"Let me know if they made it right, or I can go back and ask for a new one" he told you as you took a sip.
"It's perfect, love" you insisted.
"Mine kinda needs more sugar, did they give you any?"
"No, sucks to be you, Harrington" he smirked at Steve.
The End
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A/N: I hope you loves liked it!
#stranger things#stranger things imagine#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson drabble
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Alright buckle up here's my actual genuine reaction....
First episode:
First of all, I regret asking for more Hemlock, this was fantastically awful, I will not be recovering.
Second of all, that shaved clone has done things to me. Horrible, horrid things that made me actually pause it and look away. It made me physically ill, it was the worst. Great, but the worst.
The passage of time really did fucking get to me BUT HER LITTLE PONYTAIL UGH
crosshair..... I need a moment
EMERIE !!!! CANT STAND HER !!!!!!!!!!! SNITCH ASS BITCH
I literally don't care that she was allowed to keep the doll, btw. I dont give a shit. I hope Emerie dies in a fire.
nala se.... ew............
I think the whole episode was just pure horror, it was so fucking disgusting to watch, idk about you guys but watching the clone who had probably faced the true horror of SCI-FI warfare crying alone in his cell genuinely had me pausing the episode. Really great work there, Jennifer, I will be billing you for my therapy
Crosshair and Omega bonding !!! The little "What's your mission objective" was definitely a tactic he used on his brothers to have them pay attention, I refuse to acknowledge that he's the youngest, he just isn't. That's big brother keeping his little brother(s) on task behaviour.
Everything about Hemlock gave me chills. I love him. I hate him. I hope his guts cover the screen. I am fascinated by him.
I had a sneaking suspicion Emerie was taken under Hemlock's wing, and her undoing will be her endless loyalty to him... they did not have to say it as obviously as that, though. Glad they did.
Crosshair is sick. There is no way you show us all these sick, dying clones then Crosshair and expect us not to figure that out. He's going to die. His shaking is just the first symptom. I am not ready.
I definitely have more smaller notes I will make once I am not sobbing hysterically about it !!!!
Episode two!!:
This is the one that made me cry, actually.
Watching Wrecker and Hunter march in, quiet and covered in countless injuries, made me so sad. I couldnt recognise them. Those aren't my lads.
Wrecker begging hunter not to go because people didn't make it back.... hunter I get you're desperate, but you will NOT survive another brother being killed. I can't bear to watch him tear himself apart and neither can Wrecker.
WEEPED LIKE AN ACTUAL BABY WHEN I SAW THOSE CLONE BABIES.... THEYRE TOO YOUNG.
"99ers???" THERES FUCKING MORE ??????? I want to know the lore behind this line particularly.
Theyre so cute..... they're so CUTE ugh sedate me immediately
THE WAY HUNTER WAS LOST AT THE START BTW WITH THE TECH AND HE WAS GETTING FRUSTRATED AND HE IMMEDIATELY LOOKED TO OMEGAS STUFF AND LET HIS GRIP LOOSEN ON THE DATAPAD HE WSS THINKING OF HIS YOUNGEST TWO SIBLINGS I WILL NEVER FUCKING RECOVER DAVID AND JENNIFER LET THEM BE HAPPY !!!!!!!!!!!!!
anyways that little fucker who was good with tech..... I see you. I love you.
They were so used to letting Tech do his thing.... they immediately moved to cover fire....... for a second they forgot it wasnt him, I'm weak
THE CRATE FROM S1 YOU HORRIBLE BASTARDS WHEN WILL YOU LET ME DIE
wrecker playing with the kids..... laughing with them....... ohh i will not cope when he dies.
Hes going to die, btw. In case you didn't know. I know. I am aware. I am unprepared. I dont want to discuss it.
PABU..... THEYRE GOING TO PABU WHEN I TELL YOU I SOBBED. MY MOTHER HAD TO HOLD ME. I WAS INCONSOLABLE FOR FIFTEEN WHOLE MINUTES!!!!!!
i cannot express my feelings for this episode.
Episode three!!!!!!:
I want that man. Yes, i do mean that masked man we saw for two seconds, I want him.
The Emperor had me actually screaming. I was so hyped. He scares me so bad.
Hemlock!!!!!! Evil !!!!!!!! CUNT !!!!!!!!!!!!
nala se was so obvious about her "Get tf out" speech..... why don't you say it louder, the whole fucking room couldn't hear you
The fucking timer. Chills. CHILLS.
Crosshair and Omega !!!! He was so unserious I love that
....sorry to all the lovers tho, have to say i DIED laughing at his "gUaRdS"
And the SCREAM he scrumpt when the door opened, who allowed that 😭😭 it was so fucking funny whbeisbwiba
They were so messy this entire ep, they're everything to me......
"Of course he did" DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING DIE ?!?!?!? WHO FUCKING GAVE YOU THE RIGHT CAUSE IT WASNT FUCKING ME
Crosshairs trigger finger shaking so bad he gave his position away....... that's a major fucking problem, isn't it? That's gonna bite him in the ass.
I want more of Hemlock having a damn tantrum, that was fantastic. Him this season has me in a chokehold. I can't wait to write more of him.
This entire season so far is amazing. I can't wait to watch more, there are so many more points I wanna make, I'm freaked. I'm so happy, I'm still crying, I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Making more coherent thoughts about them soon <3
#the bad batch#tbb crosshair#tbb wrecker#tbb hunter#tbb omega#tbb hemlock#the bad batch spoilers#sw tbb spoilers
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always on watch | n.r
gif not mine!
summary | natasha just knows how to make you feel good, so so good.
warnings | DARK!NATASHA, smut, fucking in a spooning position, heavy dirty talking, degrading, pet names, natasha being a little pervy, dom/sub, top!natasha, bottom!reader, spit play, daddy kink, 18+ YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!
notes | this took only fifteen minutes because it has been on my mind. i think i’ll post another one-shot again soon, enjoy this one!
masterlist.
You were sleeping soundly when Natasha entered your room without a single noise. She was an assassin, she could practically murder you without even a blink of an eye, and when she saw you sprawled out on her bed – she couldn’t help but hold back a quiet moan in her throat. You and Natasha haven’t been interacting today, partially because she was working with the avengers while you were just in her room; watching the same show over and over again. Eventually, you fell asleep – and Natasha finds that incredibly sexy and adorable.
She quickly removes all her clothing, rummaging through her drawers until she finds the strap-on that she always uses. It’s long, thick, and quite veiny. Soon enough, the double-ended dildo was attached through the harness on her waist – making her eyes and her body inch closer to you, her throat growling with hunger and thirst for your juices. The way she could even feel you without even touching your skin, it’s completely intoxicating in her case.
You awoke and felt the bed dip until you realized Natasha was behind you, her front pressed snuggly on your back and you gave her a small smile. Then, something pokes against your ass, and realized that she has her strap-on. You could feel her lips on your ear, nipping on your earlobe, and whispers: “Hi baby girl…”
“Oh, daddy–”
“Shhh,” she whispered as her hands made their way to your breasts underneath your white tank top, almost growling to herself as the nipples hardens on her palms. Natasha kisses the side of your cheek wetly and says, “Gonna fuck you so damn hard…”
You could only respond to a moan like a girl in the heat as her head dips down, grabbing the base of her cock and sliding it through your ass – with a smug smile on her face. Her other arm pulls you closer to her naked body and asked you: remove your fucking shirt. You followed her order and quickly took off your tank top, completely naked in her arms. She then withdraws her other hand onto your right breast and spreads your ass open, her perverted eyes glued to your surprisingly wet cunt. Natasha shifts her cock closer until the tip hits on your clit – making you scream. Like the flash, her hand was covering your mouth tightly and whispered to your ear bitterly: “Do you want daddy to get angry?”
You shake your head in a frantic matter.
She chuckles like a devil and bites your earlobe with so much force, your cunt beating with this insatiable feeling that you have towards her. She felt the same way, deeply. Oh how much she thought of your pussy back at the office, her dirty mind thinking of you sitting on her lap. It's more like warming her cock with your cunt. She practically groans at the past imagination and buries her head into your neck, her hand went back to your right breast while the other one was holding the tip of her cock.
“You want me to fuck you, sweet girl?” she taunted, pushing the tip of your clit harder. You almost bit the pillow sheets as you stammered with a hoarse voice: “Yes, daddy.”
“Tell me you’re my good little girl.”
“I’m your good little girl,” you repeated out her words, but your voice was full of desperation and arousal – she could literally feel it through her bones. A satisfied smile plasters on her face, and pushes the head of her cock inside your cunt, shushing you when you suddenly let out a needing whine. “Shh baby, please be quiet… daddy won’t be happy if you’re loud. Remember, we will be staying here for a while. So don’t make me angry.”
As a good girl that you are, you did not want to make your daddy angry. You know how that will turn out vividly well. Natasha swears under her breath as the sight of her thick faux cock slowly pushes in and hears your quiet whines. It gets her crazy, insane, and insatiable for you. She grips your hips hard, thinking that would be bruised after this situation – but she didn’t care unless you used the safe word. Natasha whispers again to your ear, “Look at that baby, taking daddy so well… you’re this much of a whore, hm?”
You nodded – frantically – and continued to whine very quietly as she pushed in. After what seemed like a minute, her cock was all the way inside of you. And before you could muster out a word, she pulls out and snaps her hips back again at your ass; your mouth making a silent scream.
She grunts, “You’re soaking wet, baby girl. Such a cute dumb fucking bunny, yeah? Hmm, that’s it…”
You were holding – no gripping – onto the pillow sheets as your eyes were tightly shut with pleasure and pain. You could hear the squelching sound that was coming out of your cunt as cock pulls out, only the head inside of your wet cunt, and pushes back in again with a sickening grunt. Her head was buried into your wet neck with her warm mouth as each thrust formed between you two – the bed starts to squeak with the little dance that both of you created. Her left hand was groping your breast hard, a growl erupting from her throat.
“You’re going to be such a beautiful pet once I take you home,” she whispers dangerously close to your ear, laughing with such vile thoughts in her head. Natasha takes your earlobe again inside her mouth and moans slowly. “Can’t believe this fat cock can even fit inside your tiny little pussy, daddy did such a great job training it. Right?”
One hard thrust pushes in. “Yes! Oh yes daddy, you make me feel so full… oh god I love your cock so much!” you squeaked out, tears forming in your eyes as her brutal thrusts became harsher and firm – her grunts were too inhumane as her words got deeper, making your cunt beat with so much adrenaline. You could feel how incredibly aroused she was, maybe the blowjob on her dildo wasn’t enough. Or the time that you ate her out in this dirty bathroom at some public bar wasn’t enough. God, you remember how bossy she was with you – it almost felt threatening but so sexy.
She’s now fucking you in a spooning position with her cheek pressed against yours. She seethes, “Ugh yeah, such a good fucking baby. Pleasuring your daddy so well, I love your tight pussy so much.”
Natasha was in fact – was obsessed with your pussy. On every occasion given, she would have your legs open while sitting on the bed; her fingers examining your folds and every detail that was there. She would stare and sometimes kiss your pelvis, whispering hotly close to your skin: such a pretty little pussy, what if I shove my fat tongue inside your cute hole? You would be squirming underneath her, but once you do that – she’ll slap the inside of your thighs with a wave of anger fuming out. She’d scold you, opening your jaw until her spit was on your tongue; demanding you coldly to swallow it.
Her fingers are brought up to your mouth and open it hard, making you squeal in anger once two of her fingers are deep in your throat. She fucks you faster than before, the bed shaking uncontrollably as her grunts continue on. Her other hand was on your lower stomach and pulls you in – your ass was molded with her pelvis. She makes languid strokes before thrusting upwards again with her throat growling at each snap of her hips; forming a pornographic wet sound that fills up around the room.
“I love the way you cry, little girl… I love it so much. Makes daddy fucking crazy,” Her teeth are sunk onto the skin of your neck while she holds you possessively – as if you could slip out at any given moment. A sudden jolt – like a static – forms around your abdomen until you realize that you’re about to orgasm. Although you couldn’t do it without her permission, you really need to–
“I want to cum, please! Please daddy… make me cum!”
She shushes you down with her lips on the corner of your mouth, almost hovering your body with hers. She slows down her hips, making circular motions, and pumps in slowly, her cock never leaving out of your tight cunt. Natasha smiles down at you and takes your bottom lip, moaning darkly.
“God I love you so much, never going to let you go… please tell daddy that you won’t leave her.”
You once tried to break up with Natasha due to her manipulative actions toward you. There was a time that you were at a college party with your friends and didn’t know – like really did not know – that Natasha had been there all along, watching you with intent green eyes; more like with anger. After the party, she pushes you back inside her room and was saying so many things to you that you barely even remember. All you were thinking and pleading was for her to let you go.
That never happened, because daddy was always on watch.
Her thrusts became sloppy as your moans began to quiet down – but still desperate and at a higher pitch. Hers was different, the growls that she produces were mixed with soft and hard. But mostly hard, since her hips say it all. With each pump, you were screaming. With each grope, your whine becomes louder. And with each bite, your cunt clenches on her dick tighter.
“Gonna make you know who you belong to, little girl. Gonna–Mmm–break into your pussy like it was the first time, oh god take my fat dick inside of you… come around me–that’s it, baby…”
She came around the ended dildo inside of her and held you tightly, moaning lowly in your neck. Her body shakes and her moans began to pitch louder as her hips were firmly pressed against your ass – wanting and needing more of that friction. Natasha comes down from her high and so do you, until you can feel her lips pecking on your nape, then to your back.
thoughts? <3 will update your requests soon, i promise! i have them all. give me more time. x
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff fanfic#dark!natasha romanoff x reader#dark!natasha#black widow x reader#black widow x you#natasha romanoff x fem reader#a's oneshots!
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for the angst prompt!! "why does this feel like goodbye?"
im laying my heart down for you to trample on it
Vi I hope you like weird sci-fi vibes because this is what my brain wanted to write today 😅
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“You need to leave before this whole place explodes!” Hob yells, gesturing frantically towards the cargo bay where the escape pods are located. “Now, Dream!”
“I’m not leaving without you!” Dream yells back, frustrated. “We’re a team! Partners don’t leave each other behind.”
Hob barks out a laugh. “Better late than never, I guess,” he says grinning like his birthday has come early. “You know I’m the only one with the self-destruct codes. And there’s still people on the ship. They need someone to help them escape safely. I’ll catch up later once everything’s ready.”
“Hob, don’t lie to me,” Dream warns. He may not be as familiar as Hob with the ship’s mechanics, but even he knows the distance between the control panel and the cargo bay is too far to outrun the self-destruct timer. It was built as a last resort and the person who sets it off is meant to go down with the ship.
“I’ve always got a trick or two up my sleeve, Dream,” Hob replies, giving him his signature wink. “I’ll find my own way off the ship before it explodes.”
Dream doesn’t believe him. He’s known Hob too long to recognize the false bravado behind that smile. Hob doesn’t have a plan.
“If you truly have a plan to escape,” Dream growls, stepping closer to Hob, “then why does this feel like goodbye?”
The sad smile he receives from Hob nearly knocks Dream off his feet.
“I never could fool you, not really,” Hob says. “ You’re right. There’s no guarantee that I’ll make it off the ship in time. But I’m going to do my damnest to try, and I need you to trust me, okay?”
Dream wants to yell, wants to scream that this is a terrible idea. Wants to drag Hob off the ship with him, the consequences be damned.
Instead, he wraps his arms around Hob and pulls him into a kiss.
Despite the circumstances, they don’t rush as their lips brush and Hob’s tongue eventually slips into his. Dream groans as their bodies press together, and by the time they pull apart, they’re both breathing heavily.
Dream levels Hob with a serious stare.
“Promise me you’ll escape. Swear it.” Dream demands.
“Holy shit,” Hob breathes. “I - yes. I’ll find my way back to you. I promise. Keep your communicator on. That’s how I’ll find you.”
Dream steals one more kiss, then dashes off to go gather the last of the crew to escape.
The ship explodes fifteen minutes after their escape pod launches.
Dream clutches tightly at his communicator, hoping against all odds, and waits.
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Dream’s communicator has been silent for 26 months.
Specifically it has been 26 months, 10 days, 8 hours and 45 minutes since he fled the explosion of The Leviathan, a ship whose crew had been overrun by enemy forces. Dream managed to escape with the last of their team, but Hob…
Dream refuses to give up hope. He’s been separated from Hob for long stretches of time before (but never this long). Hob is resourceful, they’ve survived so many near-death experiences together, survived a literal planet explosion together with nothing but hope and Hob’s stubborn refusal to die.
So Dream waits. Hob said…he promised he would come back to Dream. They’d kissed on it. Dream’s lips still tingle when the memory washes over him.
Dream sighs when his stomach begins to grumble, and he places the device down on the nightstand, and walks out of his room to eat with his crew in the mess hall.
In the darkness of the room, there is a crackle of static, and the communicator screen lights up.
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#dreamling#dream x hob#hob x morpheus#sandman fanfic#seiya writes#seiya drabbles#I do not know what overcame me I have never written sci-fi in my life and I know it shows here#but still this was a lot of fun!#even if all I'm running off of is just vibes#seiya writes dreamling
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Stitches | Sierra Six (Courtland Gentry) x Fem!Reader
Sierra Six x Fem!Reader | Hurt-comfort
A/N: no proofreading! my requests are open :)
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His head rests on your chest, left hand holding tightly onto the back of your shirt. Clenched teeth in pain, small grunts leaving his perfect, now blooded, lips. You were trying your best with the needle. Hands shaking so much that at each patch of the needle through the skin you needed to stop and take a deep breath.
You wanted to cry, vision blurred from tears stuck at your eyelashes, yet you didn’t let them fall. You couldn’t. God, he was so fucking strong for you. You had to do that, couldn’t fail to the only time that man needed you.
It all went wrong, since the beginning. Switzerland wasn’t safe anymore, not for you. Not for your father or your mom. You knew that, as the daughter of one of the most known politicians in the world you would be at risk. Hell, your father was all the time. But you never thought that it would be like this. Being chase ‘til no end, hiding all the time. Since you had to leave your home-country, you imagined that things would get better. That after the coupe, no one would chase your family again. But here you are; in a chemical bathroom in the middle of the snow in a unknown city in United Kingdom, almost in the fucking end of this fucked up world, patching your bodyguard’s up, a pool of blood on your feet from the shirt you had to wash.
Goddamn chemical bathroom with a broken sink.
“Ouch!”, Courtland hisses, hand clutching to your shirt even harder, fingers almost digging into your skin. The needle slipped from you fingers and went deeper than intended to.
“Sorry”, you whisper, taking on a deep breath to calm your nerves before going back to your task.
“It’s alright”, he says it back, low and husky.
You can feel his sweat through the thin fabric of your shirt. Even though is freezing cold, you don’t shiver because you need warm, but because your anxiety is eating you from inside out, causing a lump to form on your throat. All you wanna do is to drop the needle and scream, on a rage of madness, impatience and feat. Is all too much, is too wild and crazy for you to take in. But you still manages to end it all, the fifteen centimeters of cuts on his shoulder. There was so much blood before that, before you got him all stitched.
He doesn’t let his hold off of you though, even after noticing you finished. His right hand, that was holding on the toilet he was sitting in, goes up to the back of your leg covered on a thin pajamas pants you were wearing on your sleep before being dragged down the hill running away from gunshots and knives. He caresses you, slowly as if using it as some tactics to ease his own breath and heart race. You take it as a sign to hold on to him as well, body relaxing for a moment, allowing the adrenaline to ease away and feel the insufferable cold of the space. Hands caressing the hair of his nape and toned arms.
Is almost intimate, and you would called it that way. Would even be taken back by the suddenly affection. But it was not like that, it was just comfort, relief, seeking warmth on each other because your had nothing and no one else. The silence fills the room for a couple of minutes, just your heavy breath and for Court, the beating of your heart; erratic, fast, and yet, somehow, weak. You were feeling everything, trying to compose yourself whilst felt like there was ropes tied to each part of of your body, dragging you to opposed directions to tear you apart.
You shiver, feeling the cold even more. Goosebumps raising on your skin and teeth clenching.
“We should get some clothes for you”, Six pulls out , clearing his throat, and staring at your eyes.
“We are in the middle of the nowhere, Six. In someone’s old gas station”.
“Yeah”, he breathes out. “I don’t know how long we can be here”, he whispers, uncertain. You’ve never seen that Court before. Never have been so stuck like those guys left you. You were literally fucked, and all you could hope was that your parents were at least breathing.
You stare at him, eyes glued to his blue ones. There’s still red marks and open scars on his face but the blood is drained and is cleaner that you thought it could be with all things considered. You nod, not sure of what to say, not feeling good about opening your mouth. Trying to save energy to heat you body.
You take his hands on yours, caressing your thumbs over his calloused skin. He is skin cold, breathing stuck at his throat when you hold onto him. It takes a minute for him to realize that you are almost using him for entirely support, the you may fall without his hands on yours. His ears goes blank when you speaks out, voice low and wreaking, “I was scared of loosing you tonight”. You don’t stare at him, he searches for your eyes but you are looking at the blooded water pooled on your feet.
“You shouldn’t”, Court whispers, looking at your hands holding each other, “no one is taking me away from you”.
Looking up at him, you feel you heartbeat speed a bit, he sustains your stare, a small sided smile picking up on his beautiful, yet cut, lips. You nod, eyes glistening, you feel the tears coming back and your knees weakling, almost hitting the ground if not for the man that holds you in place. He brings you to his lap, legs on each side of his. You hug his neck, head buried in the side, taking a deep breath of his cologne that somehow still managed to be there after all the running, killing and bleeding. His hand find comfort on your lower back, caressing your skin inside your shirt. His other hand goes to your hair, digging his long skilled fingers on your strands.
The heartbeat of each beats against each other through your ribcages, so close that is almost one. You let out a shaky breath, relaxing onto him. He leans back, against the wall of the green plastic cabin, still caressing you. A wave of sleep comes for you, and before you drift off to your slumber you murmur his name.
“Thank you, Courtland”.
“Say it again,” he answers, after a minute of silence. “Say my name, sweetheart”.
“Courtland”, you whisper, “Court”.
You don’t see, but Courtland Gentry smiles and falls asleep breathing in the scent of your hair.
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❛ pink hearts ❜ — seok matthew
| synopsis . . . where seok matthew desperately tries to work up the courage to ask the cute boy that works at the local bubble tea shop out on a date.
| tags . . . seok matthew x m!reader , college au , fluffy fluff , matthew is really in love , reader is a boba barista , new layout cause why not lol , hanbin is so tired , don't worry they get that date though!
| warnings . . . none!
"matthew if your gonna stare you may as well just go in".
"hanbin shut up!"
if matthew is anything, he is someone who falls in love easily. he likes to admire people, even if he doesn't necessarily have a deep conversation with the person to end up falling hard for them.
that is exactly what is going on in this situation.
when i said that matthew likes to admire, i really meant it, because for the past fifteen minutes he's simply been admiring the boy who works the counter at the bubble tea shop instead of actually going in and ordering.
matthew wouldn't say they've talked, (if by talked you mean they said hi and hello then yeah they've talked), because he can't work up the courage to make any more conversation with him.
"matthew, if you want to talk to him so bad then do it" hanbin states firmly, and matthew turns to give his friend a glare.
"your supposed to help me!"
"your standing around like a creep how do i help you?" hanbin scoffs, matthew struggles to form a coherent sentence as he continues to glare at the sung, who laughs at his expression.
"i don't know mr 'i'm a love expert'" matthew begins, mimicking hanbin's voice. "your the one who said you wanted to help me!"
"how are you gonna ask him out if you can't even actually talk to him first?"
"i don't know! that's why i asked you to help me!"
"that's stupid matthew!"
matthew really can't control this random crush he developed out of the blue. the boy who works at the counter is just so pretty, soft spoken, and easygoing, literally anybody would fall in love.
his heart is way too weak for someone with that smile, he always wants to melt into a puddle whenever he hears the familiar; hi what can i get you today?
his voice is so pretty— so nice.
he even started remembering matthew's order, which makes him want to melt even more since he's actually so pretty.
"i think i'm starting to recognize you" matthew remembers him saying on a random monday. "i still don't know your name though, mind telling me?"
matthew felt his face go red at that very moment, he hated how those words were so casual yet affected him so much. "i— um.. uh, yeah! uh, matthew, my name's matthew".
his eyebrows raised. "are you a foreigner?" he inquired, tilting his head like he was trying to decipher matthew's name.
"i'm from canada" he said shyly, which is pretty abnormal for him. "but my parents are korean.."
"ah" the boy said, that pretty smile coming to his face. "that makes sense" he grabbed matthew's drink and handed it over to him.
"y/n".
"y/n" matthew repeated, he liked his name, it sounded right for some reason. "nice name" he said clearly, he didn't know how he said that clearly, he just did.
"come again soon".
when classes ended that day, matthew went to his room and screamed into his pillow for a whole fifteen minutes straight. he actually felt like he had a chance for once, but he also felt like the most delusional person to ever exist.
"hanbin! i'm literally dying! he kept smiling at me like— why is he so pretty!?"
matthew is not in his best element at the moment.
hanbin is clearly enjoying watching him suffer.
"are you finally gonna work up the courage to ask him out now?"
"wait— now? what do you mean now? i can't ask him out now! he'd think i'm weird, he'd think—"
"oh my god matthew!" hanbin yells over his friend. "come on! this is what you've been bothering me about for the past week! just do it!"
"i'm not as confident as you, hanbin!" matthew argues. "i just— i don't wanna have the wrong impression.." he mumbles, cuddling his pillow close to his chest.
hanbin stares at his best friend, sighing, patting his back. "ah, matthew, you and pretty boys".
it's obvious that matthew had absolutely no idea how to talk to boys he liked romantically, and y/n was one of those boys. he couldn't muster up any courage to ask him out, because he thought he'd embarrass himself by saying something wrong.
y/n though, didn't seem to mind his stuttering, because he found it cute.
one day, though, he just seemed to be having a particularly good day.
"you know, you make my day matthew" y/n says, leaning on his hand as he stares at him. matthew really can't tell if he's flirting or just being nice.
"i'm glad to hear that" matthew nods, feeling himself get nervous as he clears his throat. "um, uh.. y/n?"
"that is my name, yes" the barista replies, he gives that amazing smile he always looks at matthew with, and he feels as if he's about to melt.
"i— um, uh.."
matthew feels stupid, he can't get his words out because he keeps looking at y/n whose so focused on him and what he's saying that it makes it hard to speak straight.
y/n blinks, confused. "you okay?"
"will you go out with me!"
y/n stands there, frozen. he tilts his head for a moment, staring at the red faced, embarrassed matthew who was now covering his face with his hands, afraid of being rejected.
"agh, i'm so sorry, i'm awkward, and i get if you don't want to go out—"
"of course i will".
matthew squeaks, not believing the words that just came out of the barista's mouth. he can't bring himself to stare at y/n, thinking that he'd probably light on fire from making even the slightest eye contact with him.
"ahh, you need to stop this" matthew grumbles under his breath, finally removing his hands from his face and feeling his face go even more red when y/n laughed at his expression.
"stop what, matt?"
"your so pretty, your voice is so nice, and your effortlessly good at everything i hate it" he pouts, and y/n looks away to laugh once again, grabbing matthew's drink.
"do you plan on getting me boba for our first date?"
"i— uh, well.. haha!" matthew still wasn't doing the best. "your gonna have to wait! haha!"
"are you gonna take your drink or..?"
"yeah! right!"
matthew awkwardly giggles, taking his drink and giving a wide smile, nodding. "later! i'll see you later!"
y/n chuckles, waving at him. "i'll wait for you".
matthew giggles the whole way as he walks to his class, though he gets embarrassed by the way he talked.
at least he got a date! nothing else matters!
#seok matthew x reader#zerobaseone#zb1#zb1 matthew#zb1 scenarios#zb1 imagines#seok matthew zb1#seok matthew imagines#zb1 drabbles#𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!
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Working Mom
Dave Grohl X Reader
A/n: Just a little something while I work on the requests❤️ I recently got into a show called ‘Workin Moms’ on Netflix and I love it! I defo recommend giving it a watch.
Word count: 1091
Warnings: Daddy Grohl(not in a sexual way tho👀), angst, swearing
Masterlist
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“Y/n, wake up," I heard Dave whisper. I woke up and looked at the clock beside me and it read '7:02am'. "I can have five more minutes," I groaned. "You told me to wake you up at seven, it's two past seven," he replied. "Three more minutes then," I yawned. "Y/n. Get. Up." He said, nudging me to the edge of the bed. Then our baby, Alfie, started crying. "Alfie needs boob. I don't have any," he said, kissing my cheek. I groaned loudly and slugged to his room.
He came into Alfie's room mid feed and whistled. "You're so gross," I rolled my eyes and held back a laugh. "Says the one that eats food off her shirt," he replied, standing behind me and massaging my shoulders. "Would you rather me waste it or drop it on the floor," I said. "How much does this kid eat?" He asked. "However much he feels like every two to three hours," I replied. "I could eat that much," he said. "You do eat that much," I laughed lightly, "can you burp him?". He took Alfie and started patting his back. "Us drummers need their energy," he said. "And us mummy's need our energy but i don't empty the cupboards within five hours of the shop being done," I replied, going out the bedroom and into our room. "Maybe we should be an ingredient household," he mocked. "You'd eat flour," I said, changing into my blouse and skirt. Just as Dave was about to say something, Alfie burped, making Dave laugh.
"Okay, I'm off now. I've briefed you and once again, only call if he is dead or on fire," I said, grabbing my car keys and bag. "What happens in the death is in progress?" He joked. "David Eric Grohl," I scolded. "Have a great day," he said, kissing my lips. "You too. I know you can do this," I praised, heading out the door.
"Look who's back!" My work and best friend, Nicole, cheered as she ran over to give me a hug. "Back and more ready to work than ever," I smiled, squeezing her tight. "Sorry to ruin your mood but we have a meeting first thing," she said somewhat carefully. "And I'm already fantasising about killing Andy," I rolled my eyes as we headed to the meeting room.
"Ah, Y/n, welcome back! How's Dave and Alfie?" My boss, Andrew, said. "Dave is amazing, loving being a daddy. Archie is loving Dave. I'm loving... food, mainly," I replied. "Well, thank you for coming back. Let's jump right into the meeting," he said.
The meeting was very bland, just something about partnering with another company for a project.
I finally got back to my old office. I've missed the view. Through the completely glass windows, I could see the cityscape, windows glistening, cars dashing around and people tending to their everyday needs. My first piece of work since coming back was now on my desk, getting my blood flowing to get back to work.
Ten minutes after my lunch break and pump, my work phone started ringing. "Hello, you've reached Y/n at-" I started. "Y/n, help. He won't stop crying. I- I don't know w-what to do," I heard Dave say, distressed and tears evident in his voice. "Honey, what happened?" I replied, concern getting to me. "He won't stop crying and I've done everything. Feeding, diaper change, nap, play time, book. Everything," he cried. "Has he hurt anything or got nappy rash or got any more teeth coming through?" I asked, searching for a reason our son was literally wailing on the other side of the phone. "No, I've checked," he replied out of breath. "Okay, give me fifteen to twenty minutes and I will be there. Stay strong, handsome," I said, shoving my things back into my bag. "Okay. I love you," he said and hung up the phone.
"Andrew, I really need to go home. I'm so fucking sorry but Alfie is literally screaming murder," I rushed. "I understand. Will you be in tomorrow?" He replied. "Yes! Thank you!" I replied, yelling as I ran to the lift.
I got into my car and sped home, most likely earning myself a few speeding tickets on the way.
"Dave, angel, I'm home," I yelled from the front door, hearing Alfie screaming as loud as possible. "Help me," he cried, handing our son to me. "Look at me. You're doing fucking amazing, lots of people don't have dads because they can't handle it. But here you are, you're doing amazing," I praised.
I stripped Alfie down to his nappy and checked him all over for any indication of what could be making him make me and Dave go deaf. I lightly pressed on his stomach and I could feel the gas in his stomach. "He's got trapped gas," I sighed. "How? I burped him," he also sighed. "It happens to everyone, honey. He needs a little massage or some crap that I read in that stupid book," I said. "Teach me because if I have to go deaf from a child, I will shove my drumsticks in my chest," he sighed.
I showed him how to get the gas un trapped or whatever and the second he farted, he was silent. "Thank you so fucking much. I love you," he smiled tiredly, hugging me and kissing me. "Well, I'm home for the rest of the day and it's two forty-seven now. What should we do?" I asked, putting Alfie's outfit back on. "He missed nap time and I'm going to cry if I don't sleep soon so how about a nap?" He said, rubbing our sons back. "That sounds amazing I need to change into my pyjamas first so you have a little cuddle with the velociraptor," I replied, handing him the fucking dinosaur that came out of me. "I'd say he's a pterodactyl," he said, kissing our son on the head. "True. How about you put him to bed while I change," I suggested. "Deal," he agreed.
I changed into my pyjamas and saw Dave sprawled out on the bed in just his boxers. "Baby got back," I sang, slapping his ass. "How the tables have turned," he laughed as I pretty much just collapsed into bed. He pulled me to his chest and stroked my hair, kissing the top of my head. "I love you so much," he whispered. "I love you so much too," I replied, closing my eyes.
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Can we please get a little snippet of this musician AU because I'm already obsessed? Also, am I right in thinking that this Anthony would 100% rock some eyeliner?
I shouldn't. I shouldn't start a new AU but this would obviously be called like a hurricane
The music blared in Kate's eardrums relentlessly, the same fifteen songs, every night for the last two months, with six more to go. Stuck there, watching his costume changes while he winked at her before he tugged his new shirt on, sliding into leather pants while a woman fixed his hair the tension rippling around them.
"Kate, still wanting to step on my throat I see."
"As if you wouldn't beg me for more, Anthony."
"Never fucking said I wouldn't."
And then he'd sprint back to the stage while the crowd screamed, grinning as he caught some woman's underwear tossed his direction, sliding them onto his arm for the rest of the show.
Kate sighed, ignoring the way his eyes locked with hers as the band swelled around him, Anthony's hips grinding in midair.
She'd known exactly what she was getting into from the moment she'd signed on. Everyone had apparently. Even Mary had when she'd flopped down onto the sofa.
"Anthony Bridgerton's manager has asked me to be his on tour stylist."
Mary had lifted her eyebrow, "Is he the one who-?"
"Apparently has four models in his dressing room at all times? Yes." Edwina had said a little dryly.
Mary had sighed, "I was going to say grinds on his guitar."
"Yes to both then." Kate had sighed, something gnawing at her stomach, "I'm going to do it, it's good exposure and they want a new wardrobe for every city, part of some spectacle I guess... it's a huge opportunity, really. It won't be so bad."
But from the very second they'd met, he'd sent her into a spiral. He'd breezed into their meeting, half an hour late with his manager/ mother apologising profusely for a grown man who didn't really seem to care one way or the other. He'd slid his dark glasses to the top of his head, his spicy cologne engulfing her as his eyes had slid down her, a cocky smirk on his handsome face as he winked at her.
"Anthony Bridgerton. Lovely to meet you."
"Kate Sharma." She'd snapped, pulling her hand away from his as something uncomfortable had prickled down her spine the moment he'd shaken it. "And the next time you're 30 minutes late to a wardrobe fitting, you're going on naked. I don't care who the fuck you are."
Anthony had chuckled, his eyebrows lifting a little incredulously before he'd stepped back, tugging his short over his head, flexing his muscles demonstratively, ink covering his chest and arms. "I don't think my fans would complain overmuch."
His mother had clipped him around the ear, tossing his shirt back at him. "Will you behave?! Christ!"
And she and Anthony had disagreed on everything since. He hated the shoes she'd picked,
"I like mine."
"Those shoes are fucking ugly, and I'm not owning having dressed you if you wear them." She'd snapped wildly.
Which had of course led to him sliding onto the stage for three songs in just his socks shirt and underwear, risky business style, as everyone and their mother (his literally) had tried to pull him from the Wembley stage. A look she'd now been asked about relentlessly.
Everything about him made her thrive forward to meet whatever ridiculous gauntlet he'd thrown down and it would be easy. It would be. Were it not for the way his gaze following her constantly made her cheeks burn and her spine shiver, slowly setting every inch of her on fire.
Finally, finally it was time to go home. She could've done ages ago she supposed, left a wardrobe assistant to struggle him into his clothes but part of Kate knew, if she wasn't there, he'd never wear a single thing she'd set out.
A door flung open to her right as she passed, startling her with the abruptness, a now familiar voice saying
"Hey can you get me-? oh! Sorry!" Anthony was standing in the door to his dressing room, his hair a tousled mess, falling into his eyes, his shirt abandoned, leather trousers she'd aged and torn by hand still slung low on his hips, his muscles flexing as he leaned against the doorframe.
"Need me to find you an assistant to buy you some condoms?" Kate clicked her tongue, leaning against the opposite wall in the corridor, settling in for god knows what reason. "Little out of my jurisdiction. Unless you want condoms to match your outfits now."
Anthony's eyes shone at her, a smirk ticking his lips upwards. "Not unless you'll be joining me in here. As you can see, I'm quite alone again."
It was true, something Kate had wondered over since the first night of the tour. Whether the rumours were true about him. The only women she'd ever seen in his dressing room at all were his mother, sisters, and his long suffering PA Sophie, who often stabbed him with her pen when she felt he was being too rude.
Kate rolled her eyes, "I think I'll pass tonight. But when I want to pick up an STI i'll let you know. Best one night stand I'll ever have, I'll bet."
He was still smirking at her, leaning in towards her, his voice low. "I never fucking said it would be a one night stand."
He stepped even closer, until his hips were nearly pinning her in place against the wall, his hands on either side of her head, his body so close to her, and why wasn't she moving? Why was she just standing there?
Kate sighed, pushing against his chest, and somehow she knew that would be enough. He'd step back. And he did. running his hands through his hair.
She cleared her throat, looking awkwardly away from him. "I'm actually... I've never been to Italy so I want to get to bed so I can do some sightseeing before we leave tomorrow."
Anthony's eyes widened, "Maybe I could show you-"
A ridiculous laugh built on her chest, echoing in the cement hallway, cutting him off. "If you were about to say Show me a gladiator in reference to your dick, I'll kick you."
an odd expression passed over his face for a moment before the cocky smirk was back. "Ahh you know me so well."
Kate rolled her eyes, walking away, "Night, Anthony!"
And she was almost to the end of the corridor before he called back. "When You are ready for the best fuck of your life, come and find me."
#like a hurricane#kathony#anthony x kate#kate sharma#kate sheffield#anthony bridgerton#molly’s asks and answers
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To me the funniest Dragon's Dogma incident was the fight with the Gorechimera (the black chimera that heals). So when the goat casts heal, it restores the body's HP, but not that of the individual heads, so when the goat and the lion are both low on HP it can cast heal repeatedly and get the body health back to near full.
Which then led to this scenario (not exactly a glitch I guess?) where you finally kill the snake, the lion and the goat heads: but the Gorechimera still has HP and is still running around aimlessly but with all the heads dead it can't really attack and the snake is just a flaming stump while the lion and goat dangle limply like they've had the worst hangover ever.
Guess the goat head picked a bad time to heal spam!
Now I need to share my most recent and absolute favorite Dragon's Dogma Incident. Buckle up for this series of unfortunate events...
I'd recently picked Dark Arisen back up to see how far I could get in Bitterblack Ilse before DD2 released and streamed it once or twice on Discord. Since I was running an Assassin with the intention of killing Death for a quest, thought I'd venture into the final stretch of Bitterblack. How bad can it be, I ask myself, I've bested a Gorecyclops, Garms and Elder Ogres, Evil Eyes, a Lich and multiple Cursed Dragons for Dragonforging purposes. How bad can it possibly be? Ah! So naive.
Rotwood Depository? Manageable, once the weakness for the Wraiths is sussed out, and minor heart attack from the Eliminator aside. Completely manageable.
I enter the Forgotten Hall for the first time and begin to pay for my hubris immediately.
DEATH SPAWNS.
I literally scream "OH SHIT!" into the microphone with what felt like genuine fear. Fortunately I'd saddled everyone in the party with Demon's Periapts and explosive arrows for the Assassarisen, promptly buff up and volley them into Death's nonexistent face like a living, panicking hwacha as fast as I can loose them. Death exits. Panic fades. Now to deal with the Lich and his gang of Resident Evil Medieval AU zombie cosplayers.
Okay... that happened. No big deal. Nobody died or was sent to the Rift. We can venture on, I still have curatives and support items aplenty. The Eliminator was once terrifying as well but now I can end that son of a bitch rightly without too much trouble! We're fine!
We were not fine.
The next area of the Forgotten Hall has Corrupted Pawns, Sirens, and not one but TWO PRISONER GORECYCLOPS. I decide to try being sensible and snipe the Pawns and Sirens at a distance, demanding my own Pawns stay at my side because I know they'll attack those giant damage sponge bastards at the drop of a hat. Unfortunately, the Fighter Pawn in my party must have developed Dragonsplague a game early because that motherfucker started CLIMBING ONE PRISONER GORECYCLOPS. NO. WHY. GET DOWN FROM THERE YOU'RE GONNA GET US KILLED OH GOD OH FUCK IT'S FREE FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK ME SIDEWAYS TILL I CRY
I stay in a corner as far away from the rampaging monstrosity as possible. The Sorcerer Pawn in my party, usually very useful and ready to drop meteors on a goblin's head for seemingly committing the sin of existing, is constantly knocked out and requires reviving. I can't just let the Rift take her, she's useful, but the One-Eyed Engine of Hate and Death has a fucking vendetta against her in particular like he's a regular basic-ass ogre. It takes a long time to kill the one. It was probably just several minutes, but it felt like an hour.
Okay, I decide, forget the other Prisoner Gorecyclops, we're gonna find the next rest area to recuperate and get the fuck out of here. Fuck this room in triplicate.
SUDDENLY
THREE GARMS
THE GARMS RELEASE THE OTHER GORECYCLOPS
NO NO NO FUCK EVERYTHING FUCK THIS FUCK THAT FUCK YOU I AM NOT CONSTANTLY REVIVING MY SORCERER'S ASS FOR ANOTHER FIFTEEN FUCKING MINUTES LIFTSTONE ME THE FUCK AWAY FROM HERE ASSASSARISEN OUT BITCHES
I imagine poor Olra's confusion when the Arisen lightshows back to the Harbor with her Pawns and just fetal positions into the rest area like she's Medieval Shinji Ikari having a complete breakdown.
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182 Days of TPN - Day 33
Chapter 33: “Action, Part 2”
Again, no indication of the lullaby being hummed, but I love that the anime includes her doing so. I love her voice so much, both sub & dubbed. But damn ma’am, no need to sound so relieved that you’ll finally be free from your own son. (even though she didn’t really know Ray was her true kid until six years ago.)
Okay, so here’s where the timing of midnight sends me into a state of confusion, at least in the anime’s case. With the manga, we know Emma enters the dinning room to meet Ray at 23:38 and I can believe their whole conversation takes up until midnight when Ray drops the match. We also learn in this chapter Isabella finishes putting the babies to sleep at 23:45 and then does whatever in her office until she’s alerted by Emma’s scream. The manga makes more sense to me for this scene because it doesn’t specify exactly how long she’s in her office for or when Isabella reacts to the commotion in the dinning room. It’s easier to believe the kids had enough time to set up for Emma’s grand performance when we have no idea the current time of night.
With the anime however, we get Isabella hear Emma’s scream just seconds after midnight which baffles me greatly since that scream of Emma’s happens way after she catches Ray’s match! After singeing her hands, she has Thoma & Lani set up Ray’s replacement, takes out Ray’s tracker, made the boys vacate the premises so she can start the fire and then lets out that scream.. all of that certainly can’t happen in a matter of seconds just as the clock finishes its twelve midnight chimes! I dunno man, anime time is weird, but at least Emma’s voice actresses nailed that scream.. you don’t wanna know how often I just replayed it back.
Anyways, my nitpicking aside.. the fire is quite the spectacle, especially with how quick it was able to spread. We already got walls coming down. I also love how we don’t get a perfect look at Emma actually wearing her shoes, whether they’re drawn completely dark as they are here or covered by speech bubbles. You can still notice them sure, but it makes it fun to look back at once Isabella notices the footwear and how little focus they received.
Ah Isabella, a renowned caretaker who spent many years acting like the perfect mother in order to provide high quality merchandise to the farm.. and she ends up gets fooled by one of her own children in a very spectacular fashion. Sorry honey, I think you raised Emma a bit too well to be a proficient actor.
Props to Gilda as well for the subtle act she put on in front of mom and leading the other kids out. I gotta wonder though, what did the younger kids do when they all evacuated? Did they not see the fifteen escapees at all? Or if they did, even wonder where they’re all going and if they should follow too? Maybe Phil kept them under control.. yeah, let’s go with that.
The speed at which this girl ran away from the fire is exactly how quick she earned a permanent place in my heart. I know she resorted to cutting her ear off simply because she had no time (literally about ten seconds in the anime) to effectively take her tracker out with Isabella nearby, but damn girl! Ya gotta be so strong physically, mentally and emotionally to even pull off a stunt like that. Fair reminder that she’s only eleven!
The squad!! I love these kids, but I wish the majority got more spotlight, aside from Don, Gilda and Anna. The rest don’t do too much in the story? like they’ll have their own moment but the impact of it ranges from impactful to forgettable. I just wanna know more about them individually too. But yes, huzzah, big relief washed over me seeing Ray still alive.
OH! And see! The time once again! Manga basically telling us it had to take about twenty minutes for everything post-match drop to happen up until Emma reunites with the group, so the fact the anime had that whole operation finished seconds after midnight is so strange to me.
Much more intimidating than how the anime adapted it, even though this panel kinda ignored how Emma’s palms got a little scorched from catching the match and are now seemingly fine.
Favorite panel/moment:
I dunno, I like the panel of all the escapees and Emma reciting Norman’s words, but I really love this silly one of Ray too??
“I’ll explain later” ... yeah, this shouldn’t give me ch144 flashbacks, but it does.
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j/onathan b/yers snzcanon time Oh Yeah :)
- doesn't really have bursts of multiple sneezes (at least, not from colds/allergies), but once he starts sneezing, it's usually a very long fit
- however if he DOES have a sneezing burst it's just rapid-fire. i'm talking one breath for five fucking sneezes. it's a bit terrifying
- those will occasionally mix into his sneezing fits and the first time will heard it happen, he genuinely thought jonathan was about to die and screamed for joyce
- near-silent buildups!! his sneezes are pretty sudden to people who aren't paying attention since he gives almost no hints whatsoever
- on that note, he has also mastered the silent stifle.
- does the little knee-jerk thing, so there's still an indication/evidence even if no one hears him sneeze <3
- always into his elbow
- literally gives himself NO room to be sick
- and like he'll work himself until he collapses. idk if other people have noticed but jonathan always appears EXHAUSTED so it takes a bit of time for him to actually look sick. in the first few days of a cold, people really just won't notice that he’s feeling unwell
- he might be a bit quieter and more soft-spoken but that's really not unusual for jonathan. so what if he doesn't want to talk to anyone? maybe he's just having a bad day, who knows
- colds go to his chest first, so he's not all that sneezy when he gets one. they're almost always accompanied by a fever, though, and he's gotten to the point of hallucination a concerning amount of times.
- not super allergic?? like he doesn't get hayfever at all in the spring BUT he does have not-quite-mild ragweed allergies. he can also be sensitive to certain perfumes and dust and shit, but not to the point where he considers himself allergic (regardless, he still kind of is)
- he's allergic to mint too and it's really funny since they have to get different toothpaste for him and everything
- one time joyce forgot and let me tell you that was A Morning
- he's SO photic though it's adorable. it's really bad after he's been in the darkroom for a while and once he leaves he'll be sneezing for at least five minutes, but it's usually closer to ten or even fifteen
- anytime someone opens the door he sneezes before he can yell at them and THIS are where most of those five-sneezes-per-breath fits occur. it's led to some awkward interactions lol
that's all i have for today. this is really bad since i typed it all out in my notes app while failing to sleep on that camping trip and i'm STILL not quite home yet sooo. anyway. i'm loving all the j/onathan b/yers prompts i've been given and if anyone wants to send either a photic or allergy scenario i'd also love that. ty!!
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This week on...
Ok gang. Here we go, I'm gonna start this thing in earnest.
I’m G. I'm a grown ass woman. With a house, and a dog and a husband, and a (difficult) job.
But I fucking love content. TV shows, movies, a good spotify playlist. Maybe my emotions are broken, but for the past few years, content has been the best way to feel something other than the everyday minutiae. And maybe we can thank COVID for a lot of that.
Because yo, once we went on lockdown, I just started binging. Basically, everything. While my husband was off doing his own thing (tiktok, amiright) I was watching literally EVERYTHING. And I wanted to talk about it.
So I started doing a thing. I'd rush into whatever room my husband was in and start talking at him about what I was streaming at the time. Spewing out these ridiculously terrible synopses of episodes with intricate plots, trying to boil it down so he could follow whatever it was I was ranting about because I had to express why the show was gnawing at me or making me feel shit. And most of the time he'd stare at me blankly and then chuckle.
Eventually I decided to start my rant by announcing "THIS WEEK, ON WHAT G'S WATCHING - " and bless his soul, he'd mostly tolerate my diatribes. (Around this time I was watching Fringe, and he'd know I was coming because he'd hear me scream "PREVIOUSLY ON FRINGE" about 45 minutes prior.)
At some point, I started doing it at my sister as well - this poor woman has two small babies all up in her house and I'd just be texting her about WTF was going on with my show, always announcing "this week, on what g's watching..." and every time she'd simply send back "unsubscribe."
So clearly, I hadn't found my audience. But honestly y'all, I think it's funny. And it's a way to get all of this, whatever this is, out. So I've decided maybe the best course of action is to just scream it into this dark and endless void. Maybe internet strangers will appreciate it. And maybe not. Either way, my sister will appreciate being removed from the mailing list.
All that to say: this week on what g's watching - Good Omens.
On repeat.
Am I literally in the middle of my third rewatch of the entire thing in only like, 2 weeks time? Yes. Should I be ashamed of that? Probably.
But fuck it. Season two punched me in the face and the butt and the heart and I went down a fucking rabbit hole. It may or may not be how I ended up on Tumblr (I guess I thought I was a grown ass woman). It may or may not be eating me alive.
Liking completely inappropriate memes? Check. Stumbled into some fanfiction? That's neither here nor there. Reading long-winded posts about whether it was Aziraphale's fault or Crowley's fault, wherein everyone has their own tinfoil-hat theory? Oh yeah. I'm in deep, folks.
I'm not gonna lie, it usually doesn't get this bad. I watched the entirety of Supernatural (all the while yelling "why are they so obsessed with each other? I don't understand why I'm still watching this!" through FIFTEEN goddamn seasons) and even still, I didn't get pulled in like this. And that fandom is so crazy.
At the time I finished Supernatural, I thought it'd be my comfort show, and I restarted it. But, just kidding.
Good Omens has taken over literally everything.
So to the actual point. A ridiculous synopsis of season 2 because I can't get it out of my goddamn brain:
A sweet looking, chubby tow-headed (kind of former? retired?) angel that owns a bookshop wherein no books are ever sold, Aziraphale, and his gorgeous, hip-swiveling (retired? disgraced?) demon companion (friend? best friend? partner?) Crowley stalk around their London neighborhood hiding a dick-faced archangel who can't remember why he is such a dick-face, from both heaven and hell, while meddling in the love lives of other shop owners and talking PAST each other about what the eff is ACTUALLY going on, and ALSO flashing back to 6,000 years worth of their own ridiculously adorable and infuriating interactions.
It's a fucking love story, kids. In the worst and most beautiful ways possible. And I just. can't.
And so. I guess, here we are? This may or may not turn into anything. But for now. Shouting into the void…
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RANT POST. LONG RANT POST.
So, I don't really need the subreddit thread to tell me I'm probably the asshole on this one, but this guy at work is TESTING me.
We'll call him Dude.
Dude probably has ADHD or autism or both. He definitely is undersocialized. I TRIED to keep that in mind.
Dude is usually the janitor, but we were short staffed in the stock room yesterday, so we ended up working a shift together.
And y'all-
He would put things where they clearly did NOT go, and then started to argue with me when I actually know wtf I'm doing, when he didn't straight up ignore me.
Then, we have a million boxes to sort through, stacked on pallets. Every time he opened a box, he'd loudly announce what was inside it. Every. Fucking. Time. And then, he mostly left the boxes for me to sort through, before deciding I wasn't doing it right or whatever, and forcibly taking over.
So, by the time I've been on shift for two hours, I am gotdamn DONE. So, I announce to the room at large so everyone knows where tf I went,
"I'm going on break." I go to grab my water.
"Yeah, go on break." -Dude (abrasive)
So, there I am nursing a screaming fucking headache in the breakroom (too soon for more ibuprofen) and I'm so close to just going home.
It was supposed to be my day off, anyway. Not MY fault that they forgot to schedule actual help.
So, anyway, I go back to the tiny ass stockroom. I was gone for fifteen fucking minutes. In that time, they managed to screw up the space so badly that it was five minutes later before I could do my goddamn job.
I was relieved when it was time to throw trash in the compactor. Fucker is noisy as shit, can't hear Dude being a dick over it. So, there I am, throwing away twenty or so big bags of trash in the compactor. Finally get the inefficient fuckwad to actually do its job, but the needle on the guage went into the yellow warning bit.
Uh oh.
"Hey [MOD], when did they take out the compacted trash last?"
"Not too long ago, why?"
"The gauge is in the yellow."
"What does that mean?"
Tf you think it means?! Get the trash picked up, bitch, quickly!
So, I get the trash squared away, and the freaking truck came. We have 5 pallets already, we're getting 9, and we have space for a total of maybe 16. Its gonna be a tight fit.
Dude fucked up on wrapping a gaylord. Then, he saved two empty pallets instead of one, like we usually do. Not two minutes after I tell Dude we don't need it, motherfucking MOD goes and tells him to grab another empty pallet.
Then, the truck driver who brought his own shrinkwrap, asked if I knew where it went. Fuckers moved it without telling either of us. So, when Dude picks it back up, I tell him,
"That belongs to the truck driver, don't move it."
Dude fucking ignores me.
I repeat myself.
He says, "I know!"
"If you know so much, why are you moving it?" I am so done with this fucker at this point.
"I'm not moving it." (Aggressively rude). He sets it down. I turn to my coworker who saw this all go down, with a "can you believe this guy?" Look.
She makes a shooing motion with her hand. Now, im looking at her like she's lost her damn mind.
"Move. I need to get by you."
Then, [MOD] says we don't have room for the gaylords where they usually go. She tells the guy to throw them on top of the pallets. The, uh, seven foot tall pallets we have to move almost immediately.
So I suggest that we put them against a different wall instead. Its what we usually do.
[MOD]: we can't mess with this guy, we'll fix it later, he's a bit crabby.
I literally was trying to make his job easier, but ok.
So, I leave early, by like, an hour. When I get home, my Dad flat out accused me of being lazy.
In other words, fuckers KEEP walking all over me, and men (and some women) are fucking trash.
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(Complaining)
Today I got to work. The first hour was teaching my extracurricular class. Then I went directly to my homeroom class, taught their lesson, then sat with my wigglers for the next teacher's lesson because otherwise they run around in the back of the room screaming. (IMHO our school expects two year olds to sit for lessons for way too long. It's 45-50 min total. But I've suggested at least breaking up the lessons before and am always told no by the leaders. I do let the wigglers check out and go read a book or do a puzzle when they really can't sit, because I just think it's ridiculous that two year olds should have so little freedom... but Japan... anyway)
After that I had to frantically get ready for our craft and activity time. Usually I do that during my co-teacher's lesson, but this year there are too many wiggly kids, and my third co-teacher tries to help but because we have so many kid she also has too much she needs to do during that time... After that, we get ready for lunch. Got a lot of kids this year who refuse to eat anything but rice. More than usual. So lunch is pretty much us standing to observe and sneaking quick bites of our own lunches when we can between helping kids eat and encouraging them to eat a teeny tiny bite of literally anything besides rice.
Then they play. We have to take them to the bathroom, clean the tables and chairs, clean the floor, pack away the lunches, change the diapers, log information about lunch and daily activities in their individual notebooks, help the kids pack their bags, and refill their water bottles, while watching them play. Then we do a gross motor activity, then we read a storybook, and then the kids go to nap time.
It's four hours of constantly moving, talking, standing, squatting. Never sitting, lol. Now we do our best to convince the kids sleep is a good idea. I stay through part of my "break" finishing those notebooks. Then I go do my cleaning duty. Then I go to the computer and fill out the required report on our day. Then I have to do 20 assessments, go through all the photos we've taken so far to make scrapbooks of 24 photos for all 20 kids, organize all their crafts and worksheets into the scrapbook, review and upload our class time videos for the parents, plan events, go shopping for materials, make the materials for the next craft, write the newsletter for the parents, and create my lesson plan for next month. I have an hour to do this. I am not being paid for this hour. (Also it's often not even a full hour, but 30 min here, 15 min there.) It is so fucking impossible lol. And the assessment and stuff, it's worse because it's redundant as well as ridiculous. We JUST assessed the same sort of stuff in the kids' progress reports less than a month ago, and now we have to do it all over again with very slight variation for every single kid, AND this assessment will be used to evaluate the kids' readiness for next level, which is just silly because the majority of those who haven't reached certain benchmarks yet will have reached them by the end of the year... utterly silly.
So during this hour I do as much of that as I can, which today meant I did the reports, did some lesson planning, and managed to finish ONE assessment. I have sooo much left to do. When when when. Where is the time for it. I'm not paid a salary. I'm hourly. They literally expect me to do it on my unpaid breaks and whatnot. And it's not even stuff that can be accomplished in an hour - especially when everyone else also needs to accomplish the same things, we're all off duty at the same time, and first come first serve at the computers haha.
Now that hours up, so I go to wake the kids, all 1-3 yos, from their nap. One of the kids throws a tantrum, so my co-teacher takes him outside. They're gone for fifteen minutes, which is precious time right now because there is, again, so much to do. Wake all the kids, get them in their shoes, sitting at the table, drinking their water. Clean up their futons. Take their temperatures. Document stuff in their notebooks agaaaain. Hand out allergy snacks. Hand out home snacks. Hand out school snacks. Check everything off on a plethora of checklists. As they finish, wipe their hands and faces, make them drink more water, help them clean up, check their diapers, change their diapers, watch them play, send them home with their parents or to extracurriculars, clean up the crumbs, clean up the tables and chairs, clean the floor, vacuum, clean up the garbage, watch the kids play.
Because the co-teacher is gone for 15 minutes, I'm the only one, the ONLY one, taking care of all the kids who are eating. I have a kid who will stuff his mouth so full of food that he'll start to choke, so I have to diligently give him one bite at a time until he's finished, in between cleaning. There are two other teachers in charge of diapers and the notebooks (who for some reason just didn't do the notebooks today?? I'm not really sure what happened there). It's supposed to be two and two, so there's no one to help me. I have to do all the cleaning, wiping, diaper-checking, and breaking down by myself. By the time my co-teacher comes back, she's off duty. So I have to deal with tantrum kid too, whose current mood is "say no to everything." He screams while I desperately try to put away all the tables so there's room for kids to walk, and sweep the floor so they don't have to walk on squashed grapes and cake. Between doing all the overseeing and cleaning myself, I was on my feet doing physical stuff for 55 minutes. Usually we're cleaned up in 40 minutes. Ah, there's that 15 minutes. (Not my co-teacher's fault though - the kid needed to be taken care of. It's just that we're expected to do SO MUCH in a single hour.) Also it's really freaking hot, and yeah we use AC, but there's a lot of bodies in the room and when I checked the thermostat, some alien person had set it to 25. I was like nope nope 23, 23 it is. Suddenly the room was a lot more bearable (9_9)
So now I can FINALLY sit down with the kids who are playing. It is literally four minutes till clock out time. I find a kid who threw a fit about changing his diaper, who I'd managed, while cleaning up, to cajole into doing it by himself. He had put his diaper on backwards. I tried to fix it, he tried to run away, he fell and started to cry. This is that kid with the hypersensitive parents I've mentioned before. Guess when his mom decides to arrive? Yup, just that moment.
She acts fine, I fix his diaper, he stops crying and goes off happily. When I go to clock out, I see mom changing his entire outfit. The parents have told us that if their kid sweats, we need to change his clothes. We already change kids' clothes if they get wet or are sweaty. Today we didn't go outside because it's too hot. Their kid didn't get particularly sweaty staying inside. His shirt wasn't wet at all. But the mom changed all his clothes. I am bracing myself to hear about it tomorrow.
But I keep thinking. When the hell was I going to think to change this not sweaty kid's clothes?? At what point during the day did I have a moment to do anything except frantically run around doing as much as I possibly can? I have not sat down all day except to work through my break. I've eaten nothing but a little bit of rice myself because lunch time was so busy. I'm exhausted, hungry, and hot. Someone give me a break to change my sweaty clothes, lol!
I want to do everything possible to keep the kids happy and healthy but I absolutely have no idea when I or my coteachers had a moment to think about anything not 100% essential. I'm just fried.
I felt a little... not vindicated, but seen, I guess, the other week after some leaders came for yearly observations, and their feedback was that our class is doing great, but I'm doing too much. They really encouraged my coteachers to help me more. And while I am most DEFINITELY doing waaaay too much, it's also too much to expect more of co-teachers, because the veteran teacher is also doing a lot more than she should be, and the rookie has only been here a month. She's trying but she hasn't developed the skill for behavior management yet, and she doesn't know how to anticipate what I'm doing. Plus I know she is EXHAUSTED everyday. Last Friday she was so anemic that she had to go lie down and I stayed late to cover her shift. I don't blame her one bit. This is too busy and fast-paced a school for a first-timer learning the ropes. I'm glad it wasn't my first school. She is working really hard and doing so well, and my other co-teacher is amazing. It's none of our fault we just have TOO MUCH WORK, not enough time, and not enough staff.
I'm just counting the days until Obon break, ugh.
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