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☀️ Pairing: Dave York x Fem!Reader (for now)

🌭 Synopsys: There was a change of plans and it turned out the barbecue had to be hosted in your family's backyard. It would be pretty crowded, and the perfect chance to get Dave where he always said he wanted to be... your bedroom.

☀️ Features: 🔞 Teasing, she calls him daddy (just a few times, I swear), smut, oral sex (m receiving), spiting (not in her mouth this time), teasing and masturbation (f receiving), cumplay.

🌭 Word Count: 6k

☀️ About this: This has been cooking for a while, and because of that some parts of it inspires other fics I wrote! So if you find similarities with other (especially The Dress, a Joel Miller fic) that's why

🌭 Author's note: Carol's coming... (But Dave's not going anywhere). ALSO! I highly recommend reading the previous parts to catch all the little details.

You're gonna try your best to make his day as hard as possible.

The necklaces he gave you are the final touch on your look. The cherry rests on top of the 'D', and they both shine on your chest.

No one else will, but you and Dave will know exactly what they mean. You're his, and it's just a matter of time until he claims that.

You get in front of the mirror and send him a photo. Full body, showing him your whole outfit. "Did you like it?" You send along.

He is at work, in his own office, sending and responding emails. The type of task that makes him miss having to dodge bullets.

He smiles seeing your name on his notification, frowning when he sees the picture, leaning back on his chair and adjusting his pants. He looks at it for a while, and not even a minute later, he calls you.

"Guess it's hard for you to not look too pretty, right, baby?" He says, and you giggle listening to him, you love looking like something he wants to look at.

"Did you like it?" You ask again.

"Fuck, got me hard just looking at the damn picture, angel." He says, and you laugh. "Don't you have anything else to wear?" His voice a bit breathy.

You whine in disappointment. "No, I loved it."

He grunts, touching himself through his pants, his bulge aching just from imagining you with that dress all day long.

"That's the problem, baby. I loved it too. Don't know how I'm gonna make it through the day with you like this, pumpkin." He says, and you smile at the name. "I need you to get changed."

Your dress is short.

Short, flowy, and it has a nice but discreet cleavage. The top part hugs your waist just right, and the bottom hugs and enhances all the right curves. It somehow manages to be sexy and girly at the same time.

It will drive him crazy.

But that was exactly your plan. Make his lighthearted neighborhood barbecue a bit more fun.

"Okay, Mr. York. I'll change into something a bit less fun, then." You say she he sighs.

"Uhh, thank you, peach. I'm sure you'll look pretty in anything. And you can wear this pretty dress only for me one day." He says and you smile, giving yourself another look on the mirror and sitting on your bed.

"You gotta stop promising me these things." You tell him with a smile before hanging up.

You try to ignore when Dave arrives at the barbecue with his family. The girls run to play with the other kids, and Carol goes to talk to a few other moms she knows.

Dave goes to a group of men, all close to his age – the husband's of the women Carol was chatting with. They're all laughing and drinking.

"Hey, Dave! You lucky fucking asshole! Wish my kids were failing school." One of the men says, catching Dave off guard.

He follows the men's eyes, his eyebrows furrowing as soon as he finds you, bending down to hug his daughters and greeting Carol.

Your necklaces shining on your chest, your hair falling effortlessly over your shoulders, and the fucking dress he told you not to wear clinging to your body in a perfect way, while still somehow being summer-neighborhood-barbecue friendly.

He smiles when you look at him.

"Hi, Mr. York!" You shout, a warm and inviting smile across your face as you wave. He's still wearing his formal work clothes; a light blue, long sleeved shirt and black dress pants. It's quite hard to not notice him, to ignore him.

He looks so good you have to control yourself to not look him up and down.

He waves back, a silly smile making its way to his own face, and he sighs when another one of the dads taps his shoulder.

"The devil works hard, my friend." The man says, pausing to drink his beer. "But we gotta work even fucking harder to resist it." He says, and you smile at them, even though you can't hear what they're saying.

By the way they're looking at you... There's only so much they could be talking about.

Dave laughs, speaking before he can stop himself. "The problem is the devil looks like a fucking angel sometimes."

The man laughs. "Wouldn't wanna be you, man. Would go fucking crazy seeing that everyday."

He knows.

He goes.

But hopefully you will help him and make today as easy as possible.

The day goes by relatively smoothly. You're too busy playing with the kids, talking to some old ladies, or ditching a few guys that flirt with you to have time to remember Dave's around.

Or at least that's what he was counting on.

He knew you two would have a talk because of your dress; because you did something he actively told you not to — which, to his dismay, was one of your favorite things to do.

And he knew he was right. He couldn't just take you to his bedroom and fuck your mouth or spank your ass, making you count enough slaps until numbers and his name became the only words you could remember.

But — God — does he fucking want to. Everytime a man would talk about you or look at you for too long, everytime a boy would approach you, everytime you looked at him...

He knew his limit was nearing. He was getting jealous, greedy even. He didn't want to see your smile, always so pretty and honest, directed at anyone else but him. Your laugh caused by anyone else's jokes.

He avoided especially imagining you making the pretty sounds you made for him on the phone the night before for someone else.

With you, he found out he was even more selfish than he already knew. He wanted you whole, and he wanted you all to himself.

He knew he couldn't. But he wanted to run towards you and bend you over a table, fuck you right there, in front of everyone, so no one dares to even think about you again. So everyone knows you're his.

So you stop teasing him like you do, so you know you're his, and so he gets his life back. So he can think of anything other than what it'd be like to be inside you, hearing you moan his name while feeling your warm and soft skin underneath his body. Your nails digging on his skin, your hair tangled around his fingers, your eyes rolling back, your pussy clenching and gushing around him—

He shakes the feelings away when his dress pants start feeling too tight, feeling grateful the dress wasn't as short as it seemed on the picture, and you've kept your distance, letting him just watch you.

His favorite thing to do, his favorite thing to watch.

You felt like your day was over.

You got Dave's attention — he's spent the whole day watching you — and you had a good time. So you looked for your parents to tell them you were going to your bedroom.

Maybe send Dave a picture or two, who knows?

But you decide to stick by for a little longer when you find him talking to your dad. They're sitting across from each other, Dave's legs are spread and he looks a lot more laid back than you're used to, even still wearing his formal clothes.

It's a vision too good to waste. An opportunity too good to pass. You can't help yourself.

Quite frankly you don't want to stop yourself as you walk towards them, Dave's eyes fixating on you when he sees you coming over.

"Hi daddyy!" You say with a sweet voice, looking into Dave's eyes, almost singing as you bend over to hug your dad's neck and chest from behind, wrapping your arms around his neck, your hands hanging in front of his chest.

"Hey, honey pie. You alright?" Your dad responds as Dave shifts on his seat.

You kiss his cheek. "Great, just checking on you." You say. "Hey Mr. York. Did you know my dad already?" You ask Dave, and he gulps before answering, removing his eyes from your lifted ass and finding your eyes again.

"No, not really. Just found out he's your dad, actually." He says laughing nervously.

"Oh, you're the Mr. York?" Your dad asks, his eyes widening after he finishes his beer, and Dave nods. "Dave York then, huh? Is she doing a good job?" He asks, bending over to shake Dave's hand, pulling you along.

"Oh, don't even get me started fucking started. She's doing more than you'd like to know." Dave thinks to himself and laughs.

"Yeah, amazing job, actually. The girls love her and they're doing way better at school." He says with a wide smile.

He was genuinely happy for his daughters' improvement, and even happier that you were the reason behind it.

"It's my pleasure, Mr. York. The girls are super sweet and smart. They just needed a little push." You say honestly, and his chest tightens a bit.

Did you have to be so good with his kids?

You notice your dad's empty beer bottle, taking it from his hand. "Do you want another one?" You ask.

"Oh, I'd love another one, baby, thanks." He says, looking back up at you with a wide smile.

"Can I get you one too, Mr. York?" You ask, and Dave picks his empty bottle from the grass.

"Yeah, sure, pum— Thank you." He says with a smile, cursing himself for almost letting a 'pumpkin' escape his lips.

A pretty girl giving him attention and bringing him more cold beer. Dave asks himself what are the chances he died at work and somehow made his way to heaven. But no, he's no fool to believe he would make it there.

And you honestly don't mind how old the idea sounds; to look pretty and serve your man.

Sure, you wouldn't do it to anyone else. But you like to do it to Dave.

You just wish you could do it every day.

You open two bottles and take a sip of one of them, looking into Dave's eyes as you do, and he smiles at you.

You bring them the bottles, handing Dave the one you drank from, and he drinks from it, looking into your eyes. You smile and hug your dad's neck from behind again, leaning over him and staring at Dave.

"Daddy, I'm a bit tired, think I'm gonna go upstairs, to my room." You say, looking at Dave and kissing your dad's cheek. "Maybe I'll come back before the party's over, just don't tell anyone I'm upstairs, please? Just tell them I left for a bit. Don't wanna be bothered." You say, and Dave gulps. He knows you're not just gonna get some rest.

"Alright, baby." You dad says, stroking your hair from behind and kissing your forehead.

"See you, Mr. York." You say, leaving, and he raises his beer, nodding to you. You walk away, and he follows you with his eyes, wishing he could go with you.

So close but so fucking out of reach.

The price he pays for his sins.

You text him on your way to your bedroom, a devilish smile on your face.

'Find yourself a bathroom, Mr. York. Wanna show you something.' You send him.

He's still talking to your dad when his phone buzzes. He grunts when he sees it's you already.

"Sorry, work. Gotta respond" He tells your dad, texting you before he can stop himself.

'Why don't you be a big girl and tell me where your bedroom is? Gonna be easier for both of us, peach.' He sends, the few beers he's drank enough to blur his best judgement.

You laugh when you see his text.

Dave York in your bedroom, doing God knows what while your parents, his family — his wife —, and the whole neighborhood are downstairs... Sinful and heavenly scenario.

'Last door on the hallway upstairs. If anyone finds you going up or down, just say the bathroom downstairs was occupied, and someone told you there was another one upstairs. There actually is one, so no one's gonna think anything of it.' You send him, your stomach making you feel sick, anticipation washing over you as you sit on your bed and wait for your doorknob to move.

"Do you mind? I have to get this or they'll never leave me alone." He tells your dad, who nods and lets him go.

A few seconds later you hear heavy footsteps coming towards your bedroom, and you can feel every contraction of your heart as it beats fast inside your chest.

You feel like you're gonna vomit, a wave of all the feelings you feel around him crashing against you; the bad ones because you're so close to his family, and the good ones because... Well, he's him.

He opens the door slowly and smiles when he sees you sitting on your bed, your eyes wide and your chest moving deeply.

He locks the door and takes a second to look around your bedroom, still partially decorated from when you were in high school. The walls painted in soft colors, your bed sheets pink, yellow and white. Everything he knew your room would be like.

"Hi, peach." He says, approaching you, standing right in front of you.

"Hi, Mr. York." You respond, your voice barely making it's way out of your lips.

"How was your day, baby? Did you have fun?" His hand comes to your chin, lifting it so you'd look up at him.

"Uhum. Did you see it?" You ask, your voice slightly shaky as you lift both your necklaces with your thumb, showing them to him.

"Oh, I saw it, that's why I didn't punch any of the boys flirting with you." He whispers. "Because I know you know that you're mine."

"You were watching me?" You ask, smiling, putting on an innocent face. You know he's been.

You were counting on it.

"Couldn't look away all day, baby. So pretty like this." He praises, caressing your cheek and pulling your hair behind your ear.

"All for you." You say, and he smiles.

"All for me?" He asks, sounding honored.

"Knew you'd like it." You say with a wide and proud smile.

"Oh, but that's exactly the problem, pumpkin." He starts, his tone shifting from sweet to dark when he says: "I liked it way too much, just like I told you I would." His hand pulling on the hair on the back of your head, forcing your head back.

"Mr. York..." You moan.

"Tell me what you want, angel. What are you trying to get from all this? Huh? 'Cause I'm getting tired of only seeing this pretty body in pictures." He says softly, almost whispering as his right hand keeps holding your head back, and his left hand gently massages your right breast.

The —huge— volume on his pants, right in front of your face, is making it hard for you to think, and you just stare at it, licking your lips, ignoring his questions.

"Tsk, get up here, baby. This cock's making you dumb and you haven't even touched it yet." He says, pulling you up by your hair, your bodies touching.

You love how rough he is. It makes your knees weak. It makes you want to behave, to be good for him, and do what he says.

Whatever he says.

But also to not give him what he wants, so he keeps treating like this. Just so he calls you names, so he slams you into a wall again, so he pulls on your hair or squeezes your throat until you're lightheaded.

You can't help the pathetic whine that you let out.

"C'mon, words. I know you're such a smart girl. Tell me what you want." He says, rubbing his nose on your cheeks, his hands on the nape of your neck and squeezing your hips, pressing your body onto his.

You close your eyes, your nose touching his face while your hands pull on his hair and tug on his shirt, gathering the courage to just open your mouth and let your thoughts out.

"I... I want you to cum inside me." You say, and he pulls away just enough to look at you. "I want you to do it and then I want to go back downstairs and talk to people with you leaking from me... I want you, Mr. York." You manage to let out. Feeling your cheeks on fire as the words leave your lips.

You don't understand how he can pull such honesty out of you like this.

But you love it.

He chuckles softly, a twisted smile on his lips.

"Jesus, doll." He whispers, shaking his head in disbelief. "So fucking bad. Can't do it, no. Can't cum inside you. Not yet. But I know of something that may do it for you." He says, gently pulling your hair behind your ears. "Get on your knees." He says sternly.

But you just stare at him, too nervous to move. Too in awe of the situation to react. Still a bit numbed by your own words, your own thoughts.

He knows he doesn't have a lot of time, though. Take too long and people are gonna ask where he's gone. And he doesn't know when he's gonna have this chance again.

He slaps your face, just his fingers hitting your cheek. Not hard enough to hurt or offend you, just to burn and get your attention.

And to make you smile.

"You wanted this, peach? Attention? You wore this fucking dress for me to do this, didn't you? Then your plan worked, you got what you fucking wanted. Now stop being a fucking brat and do what I say." He says sternly, his voice low and angry.

You can feel yourself leaking from the way he talks to you, your heart beating so hard you're certain he can hear it.

"Sorry, daddy." You say, your voice small and aroused. You try to get down to your knees, but he holds you up by your throat, slapping your face again, a proper slap this time.

"Told you to not fucking call me that." He snarls at you, his dick twitching inside his pants.

"And this will only teach me to do it even more, Dave." You say with a smile, pushing yourself onto the hand on your throat, a dark and small smile appearing on his lips as he squeezes it even harder. "And you said I couldn't call you that because you couldn't fuck my mouth... But we're here now, so I guess it's—"

You gasp when he squeezes harder, feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

"I'm just trying to find out if this mouth is as good at sucking my cock as it is at talking back to me." He says, pushing you down to your knees, between himself and your bed, your feet going underneath the bed.

You unbuckle his pants desperately. Now that your mind is back inside your body, you want to do this before he changes his mind.

You pull his pants down and take a deep breath when you see his cock, the air refusing to leave your lungs.

Big, girthy, trimmed but not shaved, veins showing through his light skin. His pink and swollen tip, engulfed by his foreskin, already leaking with his precum.

He's so heavy he doesn't stand fully erect, hanging with his own weight. You frown at the sight, not catching the moan that leaves your mouth, and he smiles.

"As good in person?" He asks, his hands gently pulling your hair back, taking a fistful of it to force you to look up at him.

"Even better, Mr. York." You say, looking into his eyes as you grab him, feeling just how heavy he is. "And so heavy, too." You say, licking his tip, right where it's leaking, earning a deep sigh from him.

"C'mon, baby. Treat it real nice, it's all for you." He says, his voice low and aroused.

"Because of me?" You ask with a devious smile.

"You know it is." He says, his smile warmer than you expected, like he's proud of you for being so nasty. Maybe even nastier than him.

Focused solely on his cock, you lick long and heavy lines from his base towards his tip, wetting your tongue before each time. Then you open your mouth, letting drool fall from your tongue to his tip, covering it in each time faster kitten licks. His hips buck forward, making you laugh.

"Too big to fit into your mouth, baby? Huh? Never had a grown man's cock in your mouth? That's why you're teasing me like this?" He asks impatiently, and you look up at him.

"I'm sorry, daddy." You say, making him frown, his tip leaking on your hand.

He sighs when you take his tip inside your mouth, sucking softly around it, enjoying his soft feeling and his salty taste on your tongue. You take him in deeper, just enough for his tip to reach the middle of your mouth, and you hollow your cheeks, rolling your tongue around him while you suck him tightly, moving your lips and stroking him slowly, feeling his skin move along with your hand.

He pulls on your hair, sighing a "Fucking shit, baby." An amused smile across his face as he caress your hair, right where he was pulling at before. "Just gonna need a bit more if we want this to be fast." He says and you get it.

He needs to get back down, and you don't want anyone knocking on your door and interrupting the two of you.

You let go of him with a wet 'bop', smiling at his expression. You stroke him slowly around his tip as you lick a line from it all the way down to his base, and instead of coming back to his tip, you go even lower.

You lick around one of his balls, taking it in your mouth and sucking on it, rolling your tongue over it, almost munching it. Earning sighs and grunts from him.

"It's been a while since they got any attention, baby." He pants, his whole face contorted in a frown, his lips hanging slightly open and his chest raising and falling slowly and heavily.

"Such a waste, Mr York." You say, letting your mind wander around with the idea of living with him, being with him, being his. Pleasing him, helping him feel better after another stressful day at work. "I'd give them so much attention if they were mine." You moan.

"Fuck — Don't do this to me, baby." He begs in a whisper.

Because he's doing the same, and just thinking about seeing you everyday, having you do this to him everyday, makes him wanna cum right then. Just from imagining having you by his side. Just from imagining having you.

You go back to his tip, rolling your tongue around it and sucking on it harder. When you try to take it deeper, you realize your mouth's a bit too dry.

And you could just wet it more... but Dave's right above you.

"Can you help me? My mouth's not wet enough to swallow you." You say, and he pulses on your hand.

"What do you want me to do, peach?" He asks, caressing your hair, and you just smile at him. "Use your words, baby." He insists.

"Can you spit on it for me?" You ask, your voice sweet and low.

"Jesus." He pants, furrowing his brows before moving his jaw from side to side.

"Thank you." You say, licking your lips and taking him in as far as you can.

He spits on his length, right before your lips, and you go deeper, using his saliva as lube, never looking away from his face. When his tip hits the back of your throat he grunts, one of his hands pulling on your hair and the other holding the nape of your neck so you don't move.

"There you go, baby. Taking my cock so well." He pants, his eyes closed and his head turned towards the ceiling as his hands caress you.

You run your hands up his stomach and his chest, feeling how strong he is, how warm his skin feels, using him as leverage to go even deeper. You take him in until his tip slides down your throat, stopping only to swallow around his length, your throat squeezing him, making him smile.

"Shit —grunts— knew you'd be good at this, baby. Think you're ready for me?" He asks and you open your watery eyes, finding his. You nod, your cheeks moving up in a smile. "Good. Tap me twice and I'll stop, alright? As much as I would love to hear it, I don't need anyone hearing you gag on my cock." He says, and you moan in response, gripping on his thighs to support yourself.

Then he thrusts out of your throat, going back in and repeating a few times before going harder, pulling almost all the way before going back in, progressively intensifying his movements, eventually properly fucking your mouth.

"This mouth was —grunts— made for this, baby. Fucking — grunts — made for me." He pants, his pace violent and needy, all the desire he cultivated these past few weeks taking control over him, making him almost forget it's your mouth around this cock and not your pussy.

You tap his thigh twice and he immediately lets go of you, pulling out and taking a short step back. He stares down at you, pulling your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

"Too much for you, doll? It didn't felt like it." He teases. Your throat was open and inviting, no sign of gaging or rejection from it.

"Just need to breath a little." You say, out of breath, firmly stroking him. He bends down and kisses your forehead.

"You're doing great, baby. Just a little more." He says, taking a step further, looking for your mouth. You open it with a small and breathy ah, and he pushes in until his tip goes down your throat. You grab his pants to steady yourself.

He starts gently, slowly applying force and speed to his thrusts, until he's fucking you again.

You moan, enjoying how firmly he's holding the sides of your head, how he's using your mouth, how overpowering and strong he is. How it's hard to keep yourself steady with the force of his thrusts, how nasty and wet the whole things sounds, your drool dripping down your chin.

You can't help but remember that first night, him standing in front of you, pulling your chin up and pouring scotch from his mouth into yours.

You whimper and tap him again, and he grunts frustrated, stopping instantly.

You love how he doesn't hesitate in stopping, even when he clearly doesn't want to. It makes you trust him; want to do anything he wants.

"You okay?" He pants. His tip, pink and painfully hard, dripping with himself and your drool. A string of saliva and precum still connecting him to your mouth.

"Just don't wanna make a mess on my dress." You say, pulling it down your shoulders, lowering it until your waist.

He grunts, frowning and cupping your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. Then pushes your shoulders back, laying your back on the bed, keeping your knees on the floor while holding firmly below your armpits.

He sucks on your nipple, closing his eyes as he twirls his tongue around it, making you moan.

"Hmm, so soft, baby." He whispers looking into your eyes, getting up and rubbing his tip on your nipple, letting a small groan out.

You smile nervously at him, afraid of what he's gonna do. How much rougher he's gonna get with the new angle.

Not that you're planning on stopping him...

He takes a step closer to you, grabbing himself close to his base and guiding his tip to your mouth, his cock wobbling slightly with it's own weight.

"Open. Tongue out." He instructs, and you don't think twice before obeying. "You're a good girl when you want to, aren't you, babygirl?" He asks with an amused smile while carefully pulling your hair back, making you smile back at him.

The tenderness of his words and touch a stark contrast to the situation you're in.

He slaps his tip on your tongue a few times, his weight sinking your tongue on your teeth, the wet sound making you moan.

He stops, his tip hovering above your tongue.

"Lick it." He says, his voice low and stern.

You moan and support yourself on your elbows to reach him, rolling your tongue around his tip. He laughs at the effort you're making to reach him and lowers himself, letting you lie back in the bed, and you suck him into your mouth, moaning at his taste.

He pushes in and you massage his balls while he thrusts in and out of your throat, gently at first, then more roughly. The new angle allowing him to fuck your mouth like it is your pussy.

"Good, baby. Play with them for daddy, c'mon." He pants. "Gonna make me fucking cum like this."

You moan as he keeps going.

Feral, rough, desperate and needy even.

Al those texts, all those photos, all those calls and dirty promises fogging his mind, making him wanna savour this experience, finally having you.

After all he doesn't know when the next time's gonna be.

One thrust goes particularly hard and you gag around him, squeezing his cock. Instead of pulling out, though, he pushes even further. Supporting his elbows on the mattress besides your head, he almost lies on top of you, holding himself deep inside your throat, sinking your head on the mattress.

He grunts loudly, and you dig your nails on the back of his thighs. You don't get mad at him, though. Somehow you like it, you like how selfish he's being, how he doesn't even care to ask if you're okay.

You like to think he's had a tough day at work, he's stressed and worked up, and you are the one helping him through it, you are the one making him feel better.

"Fuck — grunts — gonna cum, baby. Do you want it in your mouth, huh? Wanna go downstairs and talk to people with a filthy mouth?" He asks and you nod, looking up at him, making him grunt with the vibrations when you do your best to say a desperate 'yes' with his cock buried inside your throat, as tears start to roll down your cheeks and you tug tighter on his thigh.

He gets up and pulls out, keeping just his tip inside your mouth, and you eagerly suck on it, rolling your tongue around it, stroking him deep and fast, twisting your fists, desperate for his release.

To finally have what he's been promising you this whole time.

"Fuck— Are you gonna spit, baby?" He asks and you frown, shaking your head. Of course you won't. "Good." He smiles. "Then don't swallow yet, I wanna see it."

He grunts and throbs in your hand before you feel the first rope covering your tongue. You moan and look into his eyes, rolling your tongue around his tip and massaging his balls. He tightens his grip on your hair.

"Shit — grunts — like that." He says quietly.

You keep working with all you've got, one hand on his balls, the other stroking him tight and steady, your lips tightly wrapped around his tip and your tongue twirling around it, gathering his cum.

His hushed grunts and moans and his hand pulling on your hair only encouraging you to keep going.

When he's finished he pulls his hips back, trying to pull out of your mouth, but you don't let him go, moving along and sucking him harder.

"Greedy fucking mouth." He laughs, caressing your hair and looking — you could swear almost adoringly — at you. "Fuck, baby." He pants when you loosen your grip around his tip. "Let me see it." He says, pulling your head back, and you open your mouth, rolling his cum on your tongue, playing with it. "Swallow." He says with a frown and you do, opening your mouth to show it to him. He smiles, his eyes alternating between your eyes and your mouth. "Good girl." He praises, and your feel your clit twitch.

He takes a step back and pulls you up, laying you on your bed, one hand besides your head and the other cupping your pussy, his face mere inches away from yours.

"You've made a mess on your underwear, poor baby." He mocks you, digging his finger on the wet spot in your panties. "Is this what you wanted to show me, pumpkin? How wet you get after not listening to me? After being such a brat?" He asks, pressing the fabric against your leaking core.

"Please, Mr. York." You beg, rolling your hips and pressing yourself against his hand.

"Oh, you think you deserve it, baby?" He asks, raising his brows and you nod, your brows furrowing when he takes his hand underneath your panties, making you whimper as his fingers go up and down your folds. He grunts and looks down when he feels just how wet you really are. "But what did I tell you about this dress? Huh?" He asks, and you tug on the shirt covering his arms.

"You — hmm — you told me to not wear — ah — it." You say, your words intertwined with moans as his movements become more intentional, teasing your entrance and circling your clit.

"And what did you do, pumpkin?" His voice breathy.

"I wore it." You admit, smiling widely, proud of your antics.

"And you still think you deserve to cum after it all?" He asks and you nod, furrowing your eyebrows, not able to look away from his eyes. "Why's that, pumpkin?" He goes faster.

Oh, fuck him.

"Because I need to." You say, your voice small and high as you feel your core burn with need.

"Well I had to finish work today with a painful hard on because of that photo you've sent me. And it was not the first time that's happened." He says, and you whimper. You know you're fucked. "So I think the least you can do to pay me back is ache for me until bedtime." He says with a smile. "What do you think, baby?"

"Hmm... Dave." You moan, frustrated, tightening your grip on his shirt, your orgasm starting to form.

"Nice talking to you, baby." He says with a smile, giving your lips a peck. Then he lies down on top of you, letting all of his weight go and kissing you, groaning when he tastes himself on your mouth. "Stinky." He says when he pulls away, removing his fingers from under your panties — making again a pathetic whine come out of your mouth — and pressing them against your lips, making you suck them, tasting yourself.

He pulls away and starts fixing your dress, pulling it back up. "Can't wait to talk to Carol." You say, and his eyes darken. He stops his movements and lifts you up abruptly, making you hold onto him.

"Gotta wash this filthy mouth of yours." He says, finishing your dress before looking around, pointing at a different door than the one he walked in by. "Is that a bathroom?"

"Uhum." You respond and he hurriedly pushes you towards it, his hand on your waist. You walk in and he lets go of you. "You're really gonna do it?" You laugh.

"Don't trust you." He says, quickly opening your cabinet and taking your toothbrush out. "Not that I think Carol remembers what I smell like... But I know you'd love to find out." He adds, putting toothpaste on it and running it under the water quickly.

"You know me so well." You say sweetly, wrapping your arms around his waist. He allows you, pulling your hair away from your face.

"Open." And you do, letting him brush the top and then bottom of your teeth. "Smile." And you do, scrunching your eyes as he brushes the front of your teeth. "Tongue." And you poke your tongue out. He brushes it, testing to see how far he could go, stoping when you furrow your brows, not wanting you to gag — again, anyways.

You feel almost gross when you realize he's so good at brushing someone else's teeth because he probably washes his daughters'. But thinking of him taking care of them makes you tighten your embrace.

Then he washes your toothbrush, putting it back in it's place and going behind you, touching his hips to yours. He pulls all your hair back and holds it in his left fist. He kisses below your ear and leans forward, pushing you on top of the sink so he can turn the faucet on, cupping his right hand underneath it and looking at your reflection on the mirror.

"Go on." And you bend lower, taking some water from his hand in your mouth, swishing it around, spitting it out on the sink as he dries his hand, his other hand still holding your hair. "Let me check." He says, pulling gently on your hair to turn your head and cupping your right cheek, kissing you, rolling his tongue around yours. "Better." He smiles.

"Thank you." You say and he lets go of your hair, turning your head back and fixing your hair back over your shoulders, kissing the top of your head before walking out of the bathroom.

"Thank you, baby. You did amazing." He says, already back in your bedroom.

"Gonna go downstairs." You say, following him as he walks towards your full body mirror. "Although I can't decide if you've gotten me so tired I'm starving or you've fed me enough I'm full... What do you think?" You ask, stopping behind him and fixing his collar while he looks at himself in the mirror, fixing his pants, his face flushed and his lips red.

"You're disgusting." He says, staring at your reflection.

"And you love it." You smile at him. His own smile a testimony to just how much he loves it.

He turns around and kisses you again, a deep and needy kiss, like he's trying to take something out of you. Like he's trying to cling to this moment for as long as he can, to memorize what it feels like to be with you.

"So... Mr. York? Did I live up to the hype?" You ask when he pulls away, knowing he'll be confused by it.

"Did you what?" He asks, his whole face scrunching at your question, making you laugh.

"Was I as good as you thought? Was I worth all the wait?" You ask again, fixing his hair when he squeezes your waist.

"You're always so much better than I think pumpkin." He says, kissing you again, pulling on your hair, maneuvering your face to deepen the kiss.

You really are. He didn't even want to hire a tutor at first, but he knew you weren't going anywhere as soon as he landed eyes on you.

He grinds his hips on you and you moan, making him pull away abruptly. "Can't start this all over again, can we?" He asks with a smile, an — almost adorable — blush on his cheeks.

"Uh-huh. You need to go back." You say, biting his lower lip before letting him go, walking him to the door.

You open it, making sure no one's around before pushing him out. He goes into the bathroom on the dance hallway and you lock yourself back in your bedroom.

You throw yourself on your bed, staring at the fan that's hanging right in the middle of your ceiling.

You just had Dave exactly where you wanted him. And thinking about it makes you feel... Guilty.

Guilty and silly.

Guilty for choking on the dick of a married man.

Silly for believing he could maybe feel something for you.

Who guarantees he doesn't do the very same thing to every woman in his office, every woman he meets in his business trips?

You feel the same gut-wrenching things you felt the night before, having his "perfect husband" façade crumble before your eyes.

Him doing this to you made you feel special and nasty in ways you craved right after the first time you saw him, but imagining him doing this to other women...

It makes you feel bad for Carol. Makes you feel like telling her to go out and find herself a lover too.

Because if he can do it... So can she.

And if making a sexually frustrated husband cum felt so good... Maybe helping the wife wouldn't hurt.

It's staring to darken when you walk back downstairs.

"Hi, baby. You're feeling better?" Your mom asks when you stop by the table Carol and her are starting to clean to see if you can find some leftovers.

"Hey, mom." You greet her with a smile, grabbing a hotdog and a bun. "I am, yeah. Better." You say, your voice more destroyed than you expected.

"Oh, are you okay, sweetie? What happened to your voice?" Carol asks, concerned. She didn't know you weren't feeling well.

'Your husband's cock — literally and figuratively — fucked it, Ms. York.' You think to yourself as you assemble a monstrosity of a hotdog.

"Oh, I fell asleep. Was feeling a bit sick, so I went to my room and ended up sleeping. Now it's like this." You lie.

"Oh, darling." She says. "If you need to, please stay home tomorrow, I can help the girls study just fine." She rushes to say, and you laugh with the way she's talking to you the same way your mom does.

"No, it's fine. I'm gonna feel better by tomorrow, thank you, though." You say.

"Well, just call me in case you don't, it's fine." She reassures you.

"Thank you." You say before taking a bite of your hotdog. "Hm, let me help you." You say with you mouth full, taking half of the dishes she was gonna carry inside.

"Thank you, honey." She says, and you two walk inside. "Oh, that looks delicious!" She says when you take another bite of your hotdog. You offer her some, and she laughs it off.

You've never thought about Carol, you realize. She's always there, but for you it was always just Dave. With his big hands, wide shoulders, deep voice and overall overwhelming presence.

But now that you're thinking about her you notice her silky hair, her warm smile, her motherly personality, the way she's always been nothing but nice to you, the girls, Dave.

You think about what Dave said, that she probably doesn't remember what he tastes or smells like, and you wonder if he does. When was the last time he tried to do something for her? To make her feel like a woman, and not just a mother?

You're letting your mind wander, and you fear Dave's reading your thoughts when you look out the window.

Judging by his face...

I genuinely love this series so much, ugh. I love Dave and I really love the idea of having Carol entering the mix, but how easy is it gonna be to convince her? To not make her feel betrayed when she finds out about you two?

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— trials of athena ; four

— genre ; enemies to lovers, kinda slow burn, friends to lovers

— warnings ; a hella lot of cursing, some typos ( of course 🙄😬 ), mature themes, smut, athena doesn’t like feelings, fluff, smut, angst, some violence, a teeny bit of blood and gore, JK’s a dick fr

— intro, teaser, part one, part two, part three

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— word count ; 2k

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

chapter four ; “my brain is experiencing technical difficulties.”

May 23rd, 2023 9 AM

The next morning, I was still annoyed that my family didn't let me give that rotten rat shit a piece of my mind. It got even worse when Mom and the rest of my family were basically infatuated with that cabbage head.

Mother dearest couldn't stop saying how kind he was. How respectful he was. How sweet. How handsome.

JK this, and JK that.

Constantly.

Gag.

He's a two faced, hotter than the sun, little rat bastard.

After finishing my second round of editing my manuscript for my latest book and sending my agent an email to clue him in on my latest accomplishment, I tore myself away from my desk and stretched my poor, aching shoulders.

"Yo bitch, did you even hear me?" Sawyer hollered through the phone.

"Sonofabitch – Sawyer, you ass! You scared the shit out of me." I grumped, grabbing my phone from the desk and taking it off speaker phone. I set the phone against my ear and flopped back on my bed.

"Sorry dude," I sighed, stretching out my body. "What were you saying?" I asked, lips pulling up in a grin when Sawyer started to whine.

"I was telling your bitch ass that I'm gonna be home soon to see your little boy toy," he snickered.

My eyes widened, "That rotten beaver nugget is not anything to me, and he is anything but little – if we're getting technical about it."

Sawyer moaned tortured, "I can't believe I missed that. I wanna go home."

"Same," I sighed, "I wish you were here. But when you get back, you can come stay with me if it's cool with your parents – which would be a good excuse to see the dickwad next door."

"We could always egg his house," Sawyer said thoughtfully. I laughed loudly and shook my head.

"I wish." I grunted, "But Mom and the others would murder us if we did."

I could picture Sawyer smirking, "They're probably hoping he'll be your future husband." He cackled.

My face flushed heavily from anger or envy—never mind. No. My face did flush from anger, it couldn't be anything else. I wouldn't allow it to be anything else.

"Fuck that!" I squawked, "He's insufferable." I stuck my nose in the air, lip curling as I did so.

Sawyer tutted, "Okay then, so you don't mind if I steal him?"

Yes.

"No," I replied, mentally smacking myself across the face. I absentmindedly traced the bruise on my cheek. "Go on ahead, Sweetpea. Plus, he isn't a possession to steal, bro."

Try it and I'll saw your tiny balls off and shove them down your throat.

A lump grew in my throat at that terrifying thought.

"Anyways," I quickly changed the subject once I heard Mom call for me downstairs. "I gotta go, Mom's calling me – but I'll call you later and tell you any new gossip, 'kay?"

"Kay, hoe. Love you."

A laugh escaped my lips, "Love you too, cunt."

I hung up the phone and pocketed my phone and rushed downstairs.

Mom was waiting for me at the dining room table. I walked into the large room and saw her on her laptop with a stack of papers on her left side.

"Whatcha up to, Ma?" I asked, plopping down into the seat across from her. Mom peered up at me over her glasses with a big smile.

"Hi, sweetie." She greeted, holding a small piece of paper in her french manicure hands. "Would you mind picking up a couple last minute things at the store for me?" She asked, "I would ask one of your dads to do it, but they're dealing with something at the diner."

"Sure, I don't mind. What do you need?" I asked, brows furrowing when she handed me the piece of paper in her hands.

"Here's a list," She smiled, and pecked the top of my head, eyeing the bruise with barely contained amusement. "Thank you."

"No problem," I shrugged, "Just let me get dressed and I'll head out."

I got up from the table and on my way to the stairs, Mom called after me.

"I love you! Oh! And if you see our neighbor; be sure to be nice, Athena."

My face dropped in agitation, "I'll try." To get on his nerves. "But he deserved fuckin' Nair in his shampoo."

***

May 23rd, 2023 10:55 AM

After dressing in black leggings, a random oversized AC/DC shirt I stole from North, and then proceeding to steal his jeep to drive myself to the nearest store, I was already seething after being caught up in a fuckin' traffic jam.

Ugh.

I really hated going out sometimes (what the fuck am I saying? I hate leaving home period).

"Let's get this over with." I mumbled, jumping out of North's jeep (which would soon be mine if I played my cards right, if he didn't rip my heart out after finding out I stole it first.)

Oops.

With Papa's credit card in hand, along with Mom's list; I proceeded my walk into the store.

Twenty minutes had passed, and I nearly had everything – deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, Mom's green juice, and oddly enough a skin tag remover.

With my arms full, I peered down at the last items and paled.

Tampons, I could deal with. But condoms? Eww.

I gagged and cringed.

"This is fucking mortifying," I whispered to myself.

Who knew I would have to buy my parents' condoms. But with all the shit that's been happening recently; it didn't seem too far-fetched. But still nasty.

I hesitantly walked into the women's hygiene isle and got the biggest pack of tampons I've ever seen and squared my shoulders and looked at the ground; briskly walking towards the end of the isle, not paying attention to where I was going until I bumped into a rock wall.

"Oww." I winced, holding my bruised cheek with my free hand, "I'm so sorry, please excuse—" I looked up and froze.

Holy Peanut Butter and Jelly Crackers.

The bitch glaring darkly at me was my neighbor, the unnecessary movie sequel. Who stood towering above me, (glaring darkly, might I add, once again), for accidentally bumping into him.

"...Never mind." I raised a brow. I tried side stepping him, but that stupid beaver bitch nugget stood in front of me, blocking me from moving – for no reason.

I gulped, eyes flashing down to his crouch. It was like getting fucking PTSD flashbacks. Of his monster dick tearing that women's throat in two.

(not that I see all of it happen – it was just my imagination, you dirty hoes)

I bet she'll be having to suck on some of those throat lozenges my dad gives me when I get sick to get some feeling back there.

I tore my eyes away from his pants and felt the back of my neck flush as I took in his outfit.

Black combat boots seemed to be his norm, along with dark clothing. This time the dickhead wore baggy pants, a white tank with a open button down shirt overtop. You could still see the tattoos on his arms, but I knew he had a lot more. A black studded belt tied the entire outfit together.

It tore me up admitting that the dude had style.

My mouth dried at the thought of his bare chest. And those abs. If I could squeal like a little girl at the image of his abs, you bet your bottom dollar I'd do it.

UH-THEE-NA

STOP THINKING OF HIM THIS WAY

HE IS A DICKFACE

A RUDE HOOLIGAN

My neighbor raised a brow of his own and licked at the silver hoops on his lips – eyeing me up and down. His doe eyes darkened back into a glare when he looked into my eyes to find I was looking at him hatefully in return.

"I liked you better when you were stuttering." He rasped, dark eyes flashing in amusement when I bared my teeth at him.

"And I liked you better when you were halfway across the country." I spit back, remembering his conversation with Mom and North last night when he told them he lived in California prior.

Gods, why did this man get me so angry, so quickly?

My neighbor threw back his head and laughed for a moment, and I took the chance to take him in. His dark black hair was shaved in the back, with his hair longer on top. It looked so soft and fluffy; I just wanted to touch and tug it.

Wut? No Athena – the only time I will be thinking about his fluffy hair is when I imagine it all falling out when I put Nair in his hair products.

My neighbor looked back down at me and bit the edge of his lip.

My eye twitched.

I remembered the way he bit his lip when that lady hit her knees in front of him.

DO NOT THINK OF THIS AGAIN.

"Can you get out of my way?" I gritted out through clenched teeth, don't lash out, Athena. Just don't...no matter how much you want to

My neighbor eyed my cheek curiously seeing the handprint shaped bruise and jerked his chin. "What happened there?"

Ah, nothing much. Only that I bitch slapped myself after seeing the pierced beast in your pants. No biggie.

"Not your business, you overdraft bank fee." I snapped. My neighbor's head neared back in shock, lips pursing to keep the smirk off his lips.

"Overdraft bank fee? Really? That's the best you got, Princess?" he asked, bending his knees down to lower his height to look me in the eyes.

I gasped at the disrespect, "Okay; listen here, you lunatic." My eye started to twitch again. Damn it. "I am not that short—"

"Really?" he snorted, eyes alight with amusement, "How tall are you? Five Foot?"

He stood to his full height and peered down at me, daring me.

"Four eleven and a quarter, thank you very much for asking." I cut in, ears blushing hotly as he snickered, "and two, I have a lot of insults – I can make you a list, if you'd like, fuckface. And three, my name is Athena, not Princess." I hissed lowly.

I held onto the box of tampons when he looked after I had finished my speech.

My hotter than the sun smirked again (ohmygod, does he not know how to smile? Only smirk?) and peered at the list in my hands.

"You have a mouth on you." He mused, watching with rapt attention as I choked slightly.

"Probably not as good as that lady a couple days ago." I muttered too lowly for him to hear.

His ears perked, "You say something, princess?" he asked, lips lifting in a little smirk.

The back of my neck flushed at the nickname.

I grasped the items in my arms tighter towards me, "Nothing. Now can you move out of my way?" I asked. My neighbor chuckled lowly and reached above my head to grab something.

Sonofabitch: my brain is experiencing technical difficulties.

The fabric of his shirt brushed against my chin, and I got a whiff of his cologne. It was light but fuckin' heavenly. Why did this insufferable salt slug smell so good.

"Here," His eyes sparkled in amusement as he dropped a medium sized box on top of the items in my hands. My face paled then brightened into a blush when I saw the box of condoms.

My neighbor watched my face color in sick amusement.

I wanted to reach over and smack the piss out of his gorgeous cheeks.

He backed away slowly, holding another box of condoms in his hand as he left, chuckling lowly.

"I'll be seeing you soon, princess."

Fuck.

It happened again.

I was malfunctioning.

My eyes look to the right, and lit up once I saw the Nair powder.

Without a second thought and regret; I swiped the box up in my hands and went to the checkout.

I have a feeling I'll be needing this. Real soon.

A/N

i love my beloved athena sm. are y'all excited to meet sawyer?

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IM HERE. IVE ARRIVED. I HAVE THOUGHTS. when i said i might not come back here cuz i was busy? yeah, FUCK THAT. only divine intervention can keep me away from ur account. THE NEW THAWED PART?? WHAT THE FUCK. i wake up this morning expecting a chapter like, late afternoon but i forgot TIMEZONES EXIST . so u can imagine my absolute shock when i check my notifications bar and hit tumblr writer user sixosix posted new thawed part?? dude. the scream i scrumpt when lyney recognized the reader OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD. i knew it was over when the flower landed by her feet but him saying her name had me DSINFIDSJFJDS?!?!!??! DURING THE SHOW TOO. HE DIDNT WAIT UNTIL IT WAS OVERIJ DSJUFUDJSFIJDSAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! even rereading that part now as i write has me going crazy like i cant even put my excitement into words its SO?!?!?w??VFDXJDVNDSFNC god. okay. the scene where he grabs THE READER BY THE WAIST. 'CAUGHT YOU' ????? YEAH AND I CAUGHT FEELINGS YOURE NOT SPECIAL LYNEY?? THE GRIP ON THE WAIST. AUUUUUUUGH. ARUEGJHHH. ARHGHHRJGFDKD... IM ON MY DEATH BED!! TAKE ME TO THE BEACH SO I MAY GAZE UPON THE SEA ONCE MORE!!!! the mr lyney. miss lynette. falls to my knees. dies. dies. dies. BUT GOD THE FACT THEY THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD TOO? no wonder lyney chased after her !!!! if my girlfriend (one-sided (?)) turned up alive out of no where i would do the same fr. a real man would drop to one knee and propose right there (grow some balls lyney) LYNETTE!!!!! SO CUTE!!!!!!!!! IM GONNA BITE HER SOKFDOSAKDASIJD THE SLOW APPROACH LIKE A TIMID CAT AND THEN THE SMIEL AUHGHDJFSKJFD?!w?FDDJNFODSJKFND!!!!! i cant imagine how she felt finding her bff again im so AUUURHGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! i know she knocked some sense into lyney afterwards LMAOO also reader pretending to be working under tart... ohh i know thats gonna backfire on her later in the story. ALSO CHILDE MENTION YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! do i have my doubts about lyney and lynette believing readers lie? absolutely. you dont grow up with someone and not know when theyre lying.. especially lyney. have u ever watched barbie in the dreamhouse?? theres this episode where ken tries to get a job but he doesnt bc each time barbie has an emergency, so he just becomes a (barbie)house-husband.. thats the vibe im getting from lyney and reader the 'i'm happy to see you' from lyney, and reader (kinda?) dismissing it with the 'goodbye miss lynette and mr lyney' ????? AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH ??????? sending u the number and email to my therapist rn ure paying for my next session. also i love aether, paimons and readers friendship, especially their little banter at the end. ALSO. SIGH. reader calling rosalie maman. when i tell u i screamed i MEAN IT. THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME. I LOVE THEM SO BAD IM GONNA SOB!!!! ............im gonna say, im a bit paranoid though.. youre not gonna hurt rosalie right. righ.t Right. blinking at u. blinking at u. blink blink blink . BLINK. BLIIINK !!!!!!!!!! ok sorry for clogging up ur asks with this . i have no idea how to end this its so long LMAOO. there are so many other parts i loved (brief melusine scene, audience reactions, etc) but i just didnt know how to convey my feelings into words ifgjdifjdji. i love thawed and ur writing SOSOSOSO much and im so excited for future updates!!!!!!!!!!! THATS ALL I GOT TO SAY!!!!!!! ramble mode OFF!!!!!!!! BYEBYE AND TAKE CARE MUAAAAAAAAAH

HIII LIS!!!!! ohh seeing your asks rlly brighten my day. LMFAOOO your comment actually had me laughing out loud “I JUZT WOKR UP WHAT RHE DICK” HAHSA

YES. DURING THE SHOW!!! i want to emphasize that lyney did not care about the audience or the weeks of practice for this very moment if he sees the reader !!!! HELPPP nooooo dont lie on your death bed yet we still have a few more chapters to go through 💔💔

ONE SIDED GF 😭😭😭 IJBOL he definitely wouldve proposed if it wasnt for aether im telling u. YESSS LYNETTE APPRECIATION i love her so much i try to add her as much as i can bc her interactions w lyney are so fun. Theyre literally siblings 😭❤️❤️

CHILDE MENTION !! this is definitely gonna bite her in the ass later but hey thats for another chapter

YES I E WATCHED BARBIE DREAMHOUSE IMQHAHSHEH thats so funny that you said that im saving that as a screwnshot LMFAOOO

Yes i want to up the angst and pain. reader my self destructive thawed!reader … ❤️ but i also need the therapy please do send my number

Rosalie. rosalie, rosalie, rosalie. our maman. reader’s maman especially. Anyway.

AWW its okay!!! dont ever worry about your asks being too long !! i meant it when i said i love reading through them. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT ❤️❤️❤️❤️ TAKE CARE TOO LIS MWA MWA

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Something I wanted to do in the New Year is be more aware of how I'm spending my time at work, so I think I'm gonna try to do little summaries here of what each day entails. Hopefully also kind of interesting/useful if anyone's interested in academia?

For reference: we're on the quarter system, classes started on the 3rd, and I currently teach one class per quarter (heavy research-focused department, so very light teaching load). I also currently supervise 1 PhD student, 2 Master's students and 2 undergraduate research interns.

Monday!

Checked email on the bus to work, which mainly consisted of me seeing a colleague had received an endowed professorship, me writing her an effusive congratulatory message, and then me editing back the message a bit so it was less embarrassingly over the top. Also sent my students a reminder about their homework due on Wednesday and our little field trip tomorrow morning and accidentally sent it to last quarter's class, whoops. Luckily a former student quickly notified me of my mistake and I got it fixed!

Class was great - lots of flipped-classroom stuff that worked well even with only two students in the room (it's a conference week, everyone's traveling). I knew from previous years that the students had really, really struggled with this one equation, so I had them do a couple of examples in class and after working through the first one together, they both nailed it on the second try. Had to cancel a meeting with one of my undergrad research interns after class because the other members of our research team are out of town this week. Where is everyone? Well, at a conference and doing a two-month-long field campaign on the east coast. Forgivable. She offered to send me some of the work she's done thus far, so that's handy!

Went to check email after class and found that apparently a new remote meeting had popped on my schedule for immediately after class with an old peer mentoring group of mine (fellow 4th-year assistant profs in tangentially-related fields - we all did a professional development course last year together). Luckily it was cameras off so I could snack and decompress a bit while we caught up and made some strategic plans for the quarter.

Okay, FINALLY time to check email in earnest before my next meeting. 36 new messages since I checked last. New software package I need to bookmark and keep in mind for later work. Updates from the conference I'm technically attending virtually this week. Reference letter request from an undergrad student; add to calendar! Title and abstract to get added to the website for a seminar I'm hosting in a couple weeks. Reminder that the Zoom recording of my class is available to put online (which I promptly did). Triple-check with our tech guy that we're good to go up on the roof tomorrow to set up instrumentation for my class's term projects (all good!). Time flies, so here's the email with research progress from my undergraduate research intern and a handful of questions, we'll answer those and see how she likes jumping into a new dataset. New grant opportunities, job listings, a bunch of easy stuff to mark off. An essay about allocating time each week into the categories of Teaching, Research, and Service and strictly adhering to the percentages laid out by your tenure/promotion committee. Got a few minutes before my next meeting so I'll try it this week? Ish? Maybe? Looked sidelong at the new schedule, sure, we'll try that this week. Sent an email to my collaborator who's on a field project to see if we can do a remote meeting tomorrow to chat about a couple research proposals. Queued an email for next week's seminar speaker to see if he can send me the title and abstract for his talk/PhD entrance exam next week - no sense freaking him out before Wednesday, so we'll do a scheduled send.

Next up, meeting remotely with my former postdoc advisor! We've set up these meetings to "work on research projects" together but honestly this week it was just listening to him tell a very entertaining story about his car breaking down in rural Missouri and also listening to him describe a truly tragic tale of his very fancy sandwich getting thrown out of the office fridge by accident. That's scientific collaboration, baybee. We did talk research for a bit and he mentioned wanting to collaborate on a paper (he offered to pay for it out of the much more substantial research funds that come with his 30 extra years in the field) so I'm gonna come up with something for that by our next meeting in two weeks. I like working with him - we've published a couple papers in some pretty high-impact journals and he's always let me take the lead and go for first authorship without butting in, only providing support - so this is a fun prospect! I do have to submit an abstract this week for a European conference that'll be happening this spring, so maybe I can go ahead and lean into that idea a little.

It's now getting a little dark and rainy and I'm flagging a bit but I still have an hour before the afternoon seminar, so probably time to do a little course prep. Did some "grading" (just checking completion certificates for an introductory module the students had to go through). Fixed a mistake in Wednesday's lecture (why is there an anemometer when I'm talking about thermometers???). Reviewed some of the more complicated topics in Wednesday's lecture to make sure I'm not totally lost (some thermodynamics I haven't looked at in a while, thermocouples, semiconductors). Replacement slides uploaded to our course management system.

Aha! Email back from collaborator, she's going to be on a research flight tomorrow and won't be able to meet. All good, I don't have much to report anyway. That frees up an hour tomorrow, woohoo.

Okay, students have a homework assignment due a week from Wednesday, so I'm gonna post it this Wednesday. I have a good homework assignment prepared, I just needed to go in and write up a nice answer key. Got that done (along with some sample Python code to provide them with) and the homework assignment is scheduled to be posted, so it's time to look at next week's lectures. I've inherited this class from someone whose course notes can be a little scattered, so this is usually a bit of a process. Only two lectures to prep for next week, though!

Took a break from lecture prep to go to today's seminar, which purported to be about a really dodgy geoengineering scheme (redundant descriptor, am I right?) but in fact just rigorously tested said scheme and demonstrated it would actually have the opposite effect. Super fun and interesting seminar!

Okay, back to working on lectures for next week. Somehow got both of next week's lectures done before the end of the day, so those should just need a little polish and they'll be ready to go! Uploaded them to the course management system but sneakily and they won't appear to students until I've checked them over.

Tomorrow: going to the roof with my students to set up their term projects, then tons of sweet, sweet, meeting-free office time carved out. Hope this doesn't come back to bite me with a million meetings on Wednesday (...it will).

Important: work is done by 5PM. I try very hard to adhere to "leave work at work", which is not as much of a pipe dream as it seems, even for R1 tenure-track.

#eponymous academia tag

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🏳️‍🌈 Don't Call Me on my Bluff (Anetra x Sasha Colby) - Writworm42

A/N: Summary: in which Sasha needs to take care of business before she can take care of Anetra.

Thank you slutnetra & ria for the brainrot that started this fic, petitmonde for the pep talk that finished it, and athena for the beta-ing that made it post-able. Please note that I tried some new stuff for this fic--big TW for graphic depictions of violence.

Title from Bitch Better Have My Money by Rihanna

Sasha fucks into Anetra hard, pulling the younger woman's ponytail like a leash to jerk her ass back onto Sasha's dick. Anetra gasps and moans, gripping the surface of Sasha's desk for dear life as the sheer force of each snap of Sasha's hips practically pushes her doubled-over form right into it.

"That's it, good girl…" Sasha murmurs down to Anetra, though her voice is quiet, almost distant. It's not intentional, necessarily. Normally, answering emails while fucking her girlfriend would hardly be a challenge.

Unfortunately, Sasha has had to deal with quite the mess all morning. And for once, she's not talking about the one currently about to come all over her brand-new antique desk.

"Daddy, daddy, fuck , I'm so close--"

Sasha closes her phone and slides it into her blazer pocket, speeding up as she prepares to turn her full attention to Anetra.

At least, she means to--just as Sasha opens her mouth to egg Anetra on, her phone rings.

"Hold on, baby, one second," Sasha frowns as she fishes for her phone, her thrusts shallowing as she answers the call.

"John Anders is here for you, Ms Colby," Sasha's doorman informs her.

Fuck. He's early.

"Send him in," she tells the doorman, sighing as she brings her movements inside Anetra to a stop.

"Wha--"

"Our guest is here, sweetheart," Sasha sighs as she pulls out. "We're gonna have to finish this later."

"But I--"

"Fix your dress, baby," Sasha adjusts herself as she gives the command. "Our guest has wandering eyes, I don't want him getting any ideas."

"Just tell him to wait!" Anetra pouts, her leg twitching as if she’s itching to stamp her foot. It’s a tempting suggestion; Sasha’s cock is straining against her pants, and her belly is burning with desire to see Anetra come undone underneath her.

But deep down, Sasha knows if she’s going to truly enjoy herself, she needs to get this over and done with. So she pushes her desires aside, shaking her head as she extends a hand to tuck her fingers under Anetra’s chin.

“I’m sorry, kitten,” she sighs apologetically. “Daddy needs to get this done as soon as possible, then we can finish where we left off, okay?”

“This is so unfair,” Anetra huffs, rolling her eyes. It absolutely is, Sasha thinks, but what’s done is done--any second now, her doorman will knock and their guest will arrive, so business is unavoidable.

Thankfully, there is one saving grace to the situation, one that always cheers Anetra up.

“You know,” Sasha smiles, grabbing Anetra’s hand to pull the younger woman on top of her lap as she sits down, “If you want to stay for the meeting, there is something you can help me with.”

“That sounds boring,” Anetra says apprehensively, and Sasha has to hold back a laugh.

“I promise, baby, it won’t be--in fact, if you’re willing to stay and be patient while daddy takes care of business, I think you’ll have a lot of fun at the end of the meeting.”

Sasha watches with satisfaction as the realization dawns on Anetra. A twinkle lights in Anetra’s eyes as a smile spreads on her face, and she nods eagerly.

“Good girl,” Sasha laughs, kissing Anetra on the cheek. “Now here, baby, roll this for daddy, will you?” She slides the rolling tray waiting at the corner of her desk over to her girlfriend, “I could use a smoke.”

As if on cue, there’s a knock at the door, bringing the discussion to a close.

Alright, Sasha. Game face .

“Come in!”

Anders looks nervous as he enters the room, though it's obvious from his frankly unconvincing scowl that he's trying not to. Sasha doesn’t bother standing up; instead, she waits for him to approach, extending the hand that isn’t around Anetra’s waist for Anders to kiss.

“Pleasure to see you, Mother.”

“Have a seat,” Sasha says coolly. A strange look flashes in Anders’ eyes, but it smooths out as he sits down across from Sasha, clearing his throat as he leans back. There’s a beat, a moment of silence that Sasha knows is awkward for the man in front of her. Good; it’s when things are awkward that jitters spill over and people run their mouths, cracking without Sasha having to lift a finger.

Unfortunately, Anders is better at handling his anxiety than Sasha had hoped.

"Is it necessary for her to be here?" Anders frowns as he looks Anetra up and down, the corners of his mouth twitching. Anetra bristles, relaxing only when Sasha strokes her side soothingly with her thumb.

"Anything you can say to me, you can say in front of her," Sasha shrugs, leaning back in her chair to take a puff of the blunt Anetra had just finished preparing for her. "Isn't that right, kitten?"

"Mhm," Anetra hums, sticking her chin out for Sasha to place the joint between her waiting lips.

“I just think that—“

“You know, funny thing about that,” Sasha watches as Anetra exhales a thin cloud of smoke, her whole body relaxing a bit against Sasha’s own. “I don’t remember asking what you think. Do you remember that, baby?”

“Don’t think so.” Anetra fixes Anders with an almost predatory look, her lips curling into a smile. She’s enjoying this too much, Sasha thinks; if she doesn’t slow Anetra down, their cards might get drawn too early by mistake.

“Patience, baby.” Sasha opts to disguise her warning with a kiss against the shell of Anetra’s ear. “Let daddy work first.”

Anetra makes a discontented noise, but relents nonetheless.

“So let’s cut to the chase,” Sasha turns her attention back to the man sitting across from her. “Do you know why I called you here today?”

“I assume to talk business,” Anders says, his tone brusque. Anetra stirs, and Sasha quiets her with a kiss to her cheek.

“Don’t like how he’s talking to you,” Anetra burrows her face into Sasha’s neck, her murmur so quiet Sasha doubts Anders can hear. Honestly, it’s probably better that way. Anders looks nervous because of Anetra’s whispering, as if the fact that he can’t hear what Anetra is saying is destabilizing him.

Sasha will have to thank Anetra for that trick later.

“You know, I like you, Anders,” Sasha sighs, running a hand through Anetra’s hair. “You’re good at what you do. Professional. You get your job done quickly without asking too many questions.”

“Thank you, Mother,” Anders clears his throat. The look in his eyes has lost its hard edge now, and it’s plain to see that he’s losing his footing.

“We need to talk about the Rembrandt.”

“I don’t see why,” the man bluffs, and Sasha resists the urge to roll her eyes.

“Baby, why don’t you show Mr Anders what I’m talking about, hm?” She sends Anetra off her lap with a tap to the younger woman’s ass, watching bemusedly as Anetra flounces over to the filing cabinet beside Sasha’s desk. Anetra stares at Anders wickedly as she fishes the key out of her bra, pulling out the requested file almost instantly without breaking eye contact.

“He sweats a lot,” Anetra giggles as she takes her place back on Sasha’s lap, licking her lips.

“Hush, baby,” Sasha pinches Anetra’s thigh in warning. Anetra hasn’t been able to attend one of these meetings in weeks, and it’s clear the resulting boredom has been getting to her--if Sasha doesn’t reign her in fast, Anetra will wind up jumping the gun, and Sasha won’t be able to get what she needs.

She decides to hold Anetra extra close as a safeguard even as she pushes the dossier over the surface of her desk.

“I paid you two and a half million to make sure the sale was untraceable. Tell me, does this look untraceable to you?”

“I… I don’t--I don’t know what you…”

“ God , I want him,” Anetra whines, her feet kicking just a little in displeasure when Sasha ignores her.

“Take a look if you don’t know what I mean,” she spits. “But I think you’ll see quite clearly where you so carelessly left footprints. It cost me almost three million more to cover those up, you know.”

“Well, mistakes happen, Mother--”

“Oh, I know they do,” Sasha sighs. “And like I said, Anders, I like you, so I was prepared to just chalk it up to that. But you see this little kitten here?”

Anetra practically purrs as Sasha strokes a hand through her hair, laughing softly.

“Why don’t you tell our guest what you found while you were looking through those papers, baby?”

“He did it on purpose,” Anetra points out with a smile, reaching over the desk to point right at the centre of one of the splayed-out documents. “You can see it at the bottom of this page here, there’s a transaction of an additional half-million to an off-shore account that we don’t own. And then you can see in these transcripts of your Swiss account that someone from Russia was looking into it. And then look at this, daddy--the Rembrandt never made it to the buyer, it got intercepted in Chechnya. And remember how you called Smith after, and asked him all those questions? And then Smith called Ngo, and Ngo called Babanin? She said someone paid Mr Anders a lot of money to take the Rembrandt away from you. And you were gonna find it, but then the police knocked and we had to make the problem go away?”

“I do remember,” Sasha laughs hollowly. “Tell me baby, what did the whole ordeal wind up costing me?”

“Five and a half million, daddy.”

“That’s right,” Sasha echoes. “Five and a half million fucking dollars, and I didn’t see a cent of the original eight million sale.”

“Well, I can hardly be blamed--”

“Except you can,” Sasha cuts Anders off the pass. “And you will be. Tell me, Anders, how much did the thief pay you?”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“Babanin already did,” Anetra sniffs. “She said you got a whole ten million this time.”

Anders says nothing, but his face pales, mouth opening and closing like a cartoon fish before he sets his jaw desperately.

Bingo.

“And you have the audacity to come in here and call me Mother,” Sasha laughs harshly.

“So here’s what’s going to happen, Anders,” Sasha takes another puff of her joint as Anetra starts practically vibrating next to her. “You’re going to reimburse me every cent I spent on the deal, then give me what’s mine. Fifteen and a half million by tomorrow evening, you understand?”

Anders hesitates, and Anetra tenses.

“I can see you’re apprehensive,” Sasha smiles. “So let me sweeten the deal for you a little, alright? Starting with my girl here.”

She grabs Anetra by the chin, pulls her in for a deep kiss.

“You see, my baby’s a very playful person--she just loves all sorts of games. Problem is, she tends to get a little… excited when she’s playing. Poor thing breaks her toys so fast, Mother just can’t keep up! It’s a real shame--her tantrums aren’t very pretty, you know. Scares lots of new friends away.”

Anders swallows hard. “And this concerns me because?”

“Because she loves playing with boys especially, and I’ve heard you have five of them back home who she’d love to play with,” Sasha smiles. “Your youngest even just turned the same age as her--a perfect new friend to introduce her to! Wouldn’t you like that, sweetheart?”

“I love playdates,” Anetra muses, licking her lips. “Am I getting one, daddy?”

“Well, that depends,” Sasha purrs. “If I get my money, then sorry, baby, you’ll have to wait. But if I don’t, then I’m sure young Matthew will really love playing with you. What’s that game you like, baby? This little piggie, I think?”

“You’ll get your money,” Anders croaks. “You have my word.”

“I had your word last time, too,” Sasha says dryly. “Call your bank now, while we’re watching. Then I’ll believe you. Ah, ah, ah--I don’t want you calling a decoy on me. Give me your phone.”

The call takes less than ten minutes, but it'll take about 72 hours for the money to hit Sasha's various accounts. Not what she was hoping, but it doesn’t really matter; good things come to those who wait, after all.

And that goes doubly for the woman on Sasha's lap, who looks like she might burst any second.

"So are we done here?" Anders huffs after Sasha passes his phone back to him.

"You and I are done, yes," Sasha chooses her words carefully as she nods to Anetra, who smiles.

"Hold on," Sasha interrupts Anders, stopping him in the middle of standing up from his chair.

"Yes?" His voice is apprehensive, and the fear in his eyes makes Anetra squirm with delight on Sasha's lap.

"I said you and I are done, John." Sasha lets her hand drop from Anetra's waist, taps her back to signal that it's her turn. "That doesn't mean you're free to go."

"Mother, please--"

"Have fun, baby!"

Sasha leans back in her chair, closing her eyes to listen to Anders' screams as Anetra pounces, pulling her knife from her dress pocket in one smooth motion.

"This little piggie goes to market, this little piggie stays home!"

Anders makes a choking noise as Sasha snuffs out the rest of her blunt. She doesn't dare look to see which finger Anetra chose to shove down his throat.

"This little piggie had roast beef—“

Sasha just hopes Anetra has the decency not to go too wild this time--last time she played with someone this way, Sasha was picking shreds of skin out of the carpet for days afterwards.

“—And this little piggie had none!"

Jesus, Sasha's dry-cleaning bill is going to be astronomical this month.

"And this little piggie went…”

" Please, please, please!"

"... Aaaall the way… Home!"

Sasha opens her eyes right as the blade of Anetra's knife lands between Anders' own.

"He ruined my new dress," Anetra sighs glumly as she turns back to Sasha with a dejected frown on her face as she points to the deep red stains wetting her shirt.

"I can see that," Sasha nods. "It's alright, baby--we can get you a new one.”

The offer seems to placate Anetra, who brightens up instantly.

“Say, think we’re gonna wind up meeting his sons after all?” Anetra brings her knife to her mouth, smiling as she licks it clean.

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” Sasha shrugs. “You know how families like ours can get--unless they’re much smarter than their dad, it’s only a matter of time before they visit.”

"True," Anetra folds her knife closed, slides it back in her pocket before reaching for Sasha’s hand instead. "Think I can come up with a new game for them before then?"

"Anything's possible. Now come on, sweetheart. Let's go upstairs so you can thank daddy for the playdate, yeah?"

The pep in Anetra's step as they go is almost adorable enough for Sasha to forget what they've just left behind.

Sasha’s breath comes out ragged as she thrusts in and out of Anetra, the younger woman’s hands tight around Sasha’s neck. Even filed down into ovals, Anetra’s nails dig into Sasha’s skin so hard that Sasha knows it’ll bruise, but she can’t bring herself to care.

Mother can do what she wants, after all.

“Daddy, daddy, fuck , I’m so close, shit--”

“I know, baby, I know,” Sasha gasps, snapping her hips harder. “Just a little bit more, yeah? Hold it a little longer for daddy, there’s a good kitten.”

Anetra’s eyes roll back, her grip slackening and mouth dropping open as Sasha changes her angle slightly, picks up the pace.

“That’s right, baby, that’s good,” Sasha praises. “Fuck, you look so good like this, taking my cock so well.”

Anetra beams, the praise spurring her on to tighten her grip on Sasha's throat again, grind down to meet each of her thrusts a little harder.

"Don't stop," she pleads, "Even if-- shit --even if I come…"

"Oh, don't you worry," Sasha laughs, "Believe me, baby, I'm not stopping until you're not walking."

As if on cue, Anetra tips over the edge, her whole body shuddering and arms falling to her sides as Sasha fucks her through her orgasm. It’s a sight that’s mesmerizing; Anetra looks so delicate like this, so vulnerable. Like Sasha could destroy her utterly and completely, and she wouldn’t care at all. In fact, Sasha knows Anetra doesn’t, because the very next second, she dissolves into a puddle of gratitude, thanking Sasha over and over again for reducing her to such a state.

“Not yet, baby.” Sasha hushes Anetra with a hand over her mouth, shaking her head. “I told you, daddy’s not done yet. You had your chance to play, now I’m going to have mine.”

“You don’t need to make any more calls?” Anetra frowns as Sasha starts to move inside her again, letting her hand slide from Anetra’s mouth to close around her throat.

“Not tonight, baby,” Sasha laughs, picking up her pace as she feels her own orgasm approach. “Tonight, business can wait.”

Pride Challenge Points: 1435

#rpdr fanfiction #sasha colby #anetra #anetra x sasha #t4t #smut #lesbian au #trans character #(s)#fic challenge #writworm42 #tw violence #tw daddy kink

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softlyfiercely · 1 year

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modern life is kafka meets monty python. absurd story under the cut

trying to get electricity turned on at the place i'm moving to soon. went to the pg&e website, filled out their form. then it asked me if the place has free standing heating units. i clicked 'not sure.' a little box popped up that said 'based on your answer to this question, you need to call us and can't start services online.'

so i tried clicking 'yes.' same box popped up. tried clicking 'no.' same box popped up. okay so the form is a placebo. put on my big kid boots and made the phone call.

dude says oh we can only turn on gas, not electric. for electric you have to get some other service. i say great well can you turn on the gas then. he says ok, runs me through some basic questions, then says ok im gonna transfer you then BAM

he transfers me to a woman who is clearly reading through a script. the script is about internet service. i do not need internet service. i try to ask her about my gas being turned on. she gets huffy and talks over me and insists on finishing her script. i have to ask her multiple times, beg her to just hold on and let me speak, at one point i legit have to shout hOLD ON, PLEASE, JUST HOLD ON.

i finally get a chance to say "I don't need internet service. I just need to know if my gas has been turned on, and whether I can end this call or if there's anything else i need to do to get my gas turned on."

she tells me yes my electricity has been turned on. then immediately returns to her script. I have to once again plead with her to stop talking about internet and clarify for me whether i am getting GAS or GAS AND ELECTRIC. she is confused and tells me she is trying to give me a deal on internet.

at this point i am pretty convinced that gas services are all set and this is just an upsell so i ask her, multiple times, whether i can end this call or there's still anything i need to do to get my GAS turned on. she finally says yes so i hang up.

then i go to get electricity from this other place. i go online and fill out the form requesting electricity services. it asks me ZERO questions about billing or anything just the address and the date i want it turned on. it does not have me make an account.

i fill out the form. nothing happens.

a few days later i get a very short and cryptic email from them saying my utilities are scheduled to be turned on at a date two weeks after my requested date. no information about payment, billing, if i have to be at the property to get it turned on, but it says if i have any questions or to view the status of my request, to click this link.

i click the link. it asks for login information for my utilities account. i do not have log in information for any account. so i click 'make an account.' it wants my account number. i do not have that. i click the little question mark next to the box to see where i might find this information. it says it will be on my bill.

i have no idea how i am supposed to "view the status" of a request to start a service IN THE FUTURE if i need to have information from a bill that will be sent to me AFTER THE SERVICE STARTS.

i also need to tell them that i was hoping to move sooner and that them assigning me a random later date for services isn't ideal. i genuinely don't know what's going on.

i try emailing their help address and get an automated reply asking for my social security number. given everything that has transpired i don't feel great about this. i reply asking if there is any way i can get help with this situation that does not involve sending my social security number via email (to a 'company' that has thus far been inscrutable and dysfunctional.)

i have not received an answer.

#gonna just go live in the woods #become a snail #no rent on shells #end my suffering

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sensei-venus · 1 year

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Ocean Fronts, Ch.One

A Cobra Kai Mermaid Au! Series with Reader-Insert✨

(Slightly edited, will be cross-posted on AO3)

The California heat was hitting hard again this year. The sun was out longer and it scorched at the California residents and visitors as the days went on. Season changes with time making everything boil during the day and get muggy at night. That is what came with living in the state during the passing summer time.

The summer was coming in hot this year with temperature indexes hitting highs. The rolling summer heat and occasional blackouts. It was a mess. It was something everyone had to deal with as the season moved in for the next few months.

But there was a different situation that was brewing for one of those California residents.

“What do you mean I'm being let go!? This has nothing to do with the summertime coming up. Why would you have to let me go just because of the summertime rolling around?!”

“I'm sorry Reader but that's what's happening. I'm sorry to tell you but your job has actually been re-evaluated by the company and they believe that your job can be done by an intern. It's in our best interest as a company to let you go.”

Reader was fuming as her boss sat her down in his big office. Her feet planted on the floor as she listened to him. His bullshit explanation made her want to rip her hair out. Maybe even pick up a chair and throw it through the huge window behind the prick.

“So you’re telling me you want an intern to fill my job, because some dumb ass kid can get paid jack squat to do it.”

“ That’s an extremely crude way to put it, but accurate. technically the company can pay interns less than what your position is paying you as we speak. You can see where our beliefs stand on this clearly.”

“So you’re not even gonna try to promote me you’re just going to kick me out?”

“We just don’t see a promotion in your future at our company I'm sorry. We will be sending your last check out later this week, your termination date is Friday afternoon. You will need to collect your things and turn in your badge at the end of the day.”

Reader's feet stomped out of the office room and passed the multiple cubicles that lined the room. She was fuming as she returned to her own office. She couldn’t believe that she had been working here for two years and what should’ve been three next month. But now she’s being let go over stupid interns.

With summer coming up fresh high school, kids would be looking for free internships with the company. She didn’t think that this would affect her position in the company. Her job was high-ranking in the office, and there was never any talk about lowering the standards for the position she held.

Hell, the minute her boss walked in she thought he was going to tell her she got a promotion or something. The past two years she had worked her ass off trying to move up in the ranks.

But apparently, that wasn’t the case.

She sat at her desk for a few minutes just trying to process the new information. In shock over what had just happened.

After taking a long few minutes she finally was able to collect herself and finish her work, The day seem longer than usual as the clock ticked by. Lunchtime came and went. She didn't talk to anyone and retreated back to her own office for alone time to herself.

Not wanting to talk to any of her coworkers, not like any of them would really care about her leaving anyway. She wasn't very popular around the office anyway, she never stuck out much compared to the other girls in the office.

This didn't bother her much as she tried to keep to herself as it was. Most of the guys in the office were jerks anyway and got on her never. The first month she was there all they did was try and get into her pants or ignored her.

Not looking at the emails she sent them about group assignments and giving half-ass excuses why they didn't write back. some of them got pissed when she wouldn’t flirt back with them.

Most of the girls in the office called her a prude over it.

Most of them even gossiped about her in the break room like they were still little girls in high school. Between the fact she didn't flirt back with the guys or the way she dressed or even the way she looked. There was always being said about her in the negative. It was extremely rare that her other coworkers would say something positive about her.

Thinking about all of that made her feel stupid. She shouldn't think about how hard it was working with some of them. She wanted to chalk it up to normal work life. Deep down she knew it was all just a toxic work environment. But she didn't want to lose her job over an asshole colleague so she kept her smile on and ignored them the best she could.

Maybe being laid off was actually for the best.

The week went by quicker than she had imagined and soon enough it was her last day.

She wasn't surprised that there was no get-together or party for her departure. She simply rolled her eyes, did the last of her paperwork for the day, and then packed up her stuff. Her box was small and just full of random things she brought in over the past year or so. Everything fits snugly in the two-hand box. She placed the top on the cardboard box and lifted it up before carrying it out of her office. She looked back at the small empty room before turning the light off for the last time.

No one took any notice of her as she passed them in the open room. Her head was hung low as she reached her now former boss's office. He sat at his desk typing something out on his computer, he looked up for a split second at her before going back to his work.

Reader huffed before putting her box down on the floor. She practically ripped the lanyard off her neck and threw it down on his desk.

“Hope your inter likes picking up everyone else shit because they're too lazy to do it themselves. Oh by the way, Jackson never did that workup you wanted on your desk the other day, he fucked your assistant Stacy to get her to erase that shit off your workload chart.

Have fun getting head corps out of your hair for the next month.”

She says as she grabs her stuff off the floor and storms out. She doesn't even look back at his shocked face. With her head held high she gets into the office elevator, smirking as she hears the yelling of the old man as the elevator doors slam shut.

The drive home is just her blasting the radio and singing as loud as she can to the music. Not a care in the world that the speakers are blasting. The car shakes and vibrates the whole way home.

Pulling up to her house she parks the car and pops the trunk to retrieve her stuff. She hauls the stuff through her front door before letting the box slam onto her kitchen counter. The box sits forgotten as she walks to the living room and throws the tv on. It's mostly background noise for a while as she goes through her phone.

Her mind wanders as she scrolls through her media feed.

She has enough money saved up for a few month's rent and other expenses so she wasn't completely worried financially. Finding a new job wasn't going to be a huge issue for a while. But she definitely needed to start looking soon just in case anything unexpected happened.

It was hard to think about in the moment but she knew it was true. She had to face the fact that she really did lose her job and would have to find a new one.

Suddenly she was faced with a huge migraine coming on fast and strong.

She groaned as she threw her head back and hit the back of the couch with a hard thud.

Before she could get too deep into her morbid thoughts on the matter her phone vibrated in her hands. Peaking an eye open she looked down at her phone. Reader rolled her eyes as a new text from her friend Jenny popped up on her screen. She read over the message quickly.

“Hey!!!! New unemployed bestie, I know your bummed over this whole being laid off thing but I have a super cool opportunity that just opened up and I think it's exactly what you need! Call me.”

Reader sighed before taping the call button and letting the phone ring a few times. Putting the phone to her ear it only took a few rings before the other end picked up and Jenny’s loud voice came through the speaker.

“So don't be mad at me but I told my boss about the whole situation with you and he told me some great news. Don't tell anyone because it's on the low right now... But a new job has opened up that's connected to our company!”

Reader blinked a few times trying to take in what she was saying. She wanted to laugh a little bit at how enthusiastic Jenny was.

“Jenny, you work as a lifeguard at the beach, what kind of job would you have that relates to a thing that I do? Last time I checked doing paperwork isn't really something a lifeguard does.”

Jenny snorted on the other end of the phone. “Oph- I didn't say it had anything to do with the lifeguard stuff, I said it was a job related to our company. Also, you really need to stop with that boring ass office work crap and just live a little. Anyway party pooper, we have a job opening up for online management. You would be doing stuff for the beach, which is government work. It's doing stuff like keeping the beach website updated and doing behind the scene stuff.”

Reader quirked a brow as she listened to the girl talks about the job offer. It sounded fairly simple and easy to do. She was pretty good at computer work as it is, keeping up a website is pretty easy. Doing stuff for a beach also sounded kinda fun too.

“Jenny your kinda sucking me in with this offer. Now I'm kinda interested”

“Well, that's not even the last of it! The best part, is you get to live at the beach.”

Reader was taken aback for a moment, what did she mean by living at the beach?

“Live at the beach?”

“Yeah! So apparently there is this old beach house the beach owns on the private side of the area. It's still on the shore but it's off-limits to the rest of the beach. They basically pay you but also give you free housing...on the beach!!! Isn't that amazing? That's exactly what you need right now, to just chill and relax. Maybe that stick that's up your ass will finally drop or something.”

“I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that to me.”

“Girp take it how you want to I don't care, ever since you got that shit job you have been a pain. You know it I know it and everyone around you knows it.”

Reader rolled her eyes as she thought over the girls' job offer. It sounded fun, almost like a mini vacation. Simple work with a bonus vacation spot right outside her door. She could spend the day working inside and at night she could explore and hang out on the sandy beach. She hadn't had a vacation in years. This did sound like the perfect opportunity.

After thinking it over for a minute or two she finally spoke into the phone again.

“I would love to. Sign me up.”

The sequel on the other end of the phone made her pull it away from her ear for a good minute. Soon the squealing turned into light giggles.

Jenny’s voice came back on saying “This is going to be so much fun! We get to see each other like every day. Well, at least when I’m on and you decide to come out, but still. So let me get everything set up and I’ll call you back in the next day or so.”

The call ended almost as soon as it started. Reader threw her phone down on the couch before getting up and moving around her house. She looked around to try and find some of her old luggage bags. As she searched around her closets she thought about everything that just happened over the span of a week.

Lost the shit job that she tried so hard to keep, had to think about money, try and find a new job, and now she’s possibly got a new job with a free beach house for her to live in, during the summer!

It was like a dream come true in a way. She couldn’t tell if it was just a stroke of luck or if it was some kind of weird fate thing. All she could hope for was that this might be her saving grace, with a little bit of fun on the side. Smiling she pulled out her old forgotten luggage set and started to pack.

Maybe this wouldn’t be all that bad after all.

It was another two days before Jenny called with the good news. Reader was officially hired by the beach to work as their hands-on online manager. Jenny was quick to send over the paperwork along with a quick email on what her exact duties would be while working with them. The email was fairly straightforward with her job description.

She would handle any paperwork regarding beach goings. Managing any events or special days the beach would have. Working on the public online website so people could see what was going on with the beach. She would make sure things were publicly scheduled and available to the public, things like weather and closed days.

Reader loved the fact that she would also be the one doing basic photography around the beach for the website. She wondered if they had an actually paid photographer come in and take pictures, but she skimmed over the idea.

The fun idea of going around the beach and taking pictures on the way was more fun so she didn't want to question it too much. Besides all of that, her job seemed pretty simple.

Jenny was also right about all the perks that came with the job. They would be paying her and also housing her at the beach. The email sent a small picture of the beach house she would be staying at and it was beautiful, the picture did it little justice. It was a standard small beach house. She could tell it had been there a while as it looked pretty rustic. Maybe made in the ’80s?

Looking through the email a bit more it gave her the time and date she would start. Along with directions and instructions on how to get to the beach house.

Reader rubbed at her face as she closed out the email. Looking around her room, her gaze fell on her packed bags. They were packed full of the things she would need while at the beach house.

For a moment she just sits there staring at them. Thinking all of this over for the hundredth time.

She was really doing this? Moving to a beach house right after being laid off for a new job?

Maybe this was all a dream, a big weird fantasy.

Maybe it was all a dream.

She opened up her email once again. Biting her lip she quickly types out a quick response back. Her thumb hovers over the send button for a moment.

Finally, she hits send.

Says she can't wait to start.

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danzafila · 1 year

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work rant under the cut you can ignore this lol

same coworker I was complaining about who sends me frantic messages asking where I am if I dare take like 10min to respond to one of her messages (when she REGULARLY fully misses questions I send her....) sent me a frantic IM asking "are you leaving me for two days??????" when she noticed my OOO was up Wed night and I'm still annoyed about it tbh. and then when I got back online yesterday, she hits me with "did you get a chance to recharge?" like. excuse me??? you KNEW I was going for surgery. two days off to recover is not a fucking recharge

I think it hit a nerve with me because she regularly schedules time off, often for WEEKS at a time, just to relax. which often leave me at critical points in projects I'm working that I was hoping for her support on (as we're the only two people in our position, so often rely on each other for support). and these aren't like planned trips/vacations, but her just taking PTO to chill at home and recharge (yet still completely disconnect from work, even when off for multiple weeks). yet I've never COMPLAINED to her about her "leaving me" to fend for myself (even if I've ever felt that way). bc you know I'm not gonna perpetuate shitty work culture expectations like that that you can't take time off or that you're still expected to monitor emails and be responsive while "off" or whatever

(even though when I take time off it's usually super minimal. a day or two at most, working AS I travel and junk, specifically trying to minimize my disruptiveness as much as possible. AND I do still monitor emails/messages. it's literally only (sometimes) when I'm out of the fucking country I'll allow the expectation I won't check/respond to messages. and she has nooo qualms about messaging me while I'm "off" (or even just off hours) and still expecting a response from me, sooo)

so.... HURGH. she apparently forgot why I was taking time off (even though I specifically discussed it with her before scheduling and requesting the time off specifically because I was trying to minimize the impact on my projects/other team members). but it still just feels like... idk she's (unintentionally) guilting me for EVER needing any fucking time off ever/not instantly and constantly being available the moment she needs something of me. (she's also started doing this thing to me more than once where she asks if I'm mad at her or do I hate her (??) or some shit because apparently she sometimes perceives my IM responses as too short, or that I'm not chatting with her as much as usual. and I've told her each time, if it seems like I'm short or not as responsive as usual, it means I'm BUSY and trying to make time to respond to her to the best of my abilities, but sometimes it has to be quick and I won't be able to chit chat bc work takes precedence... and then a week or two later she'll be asking if I don't like her anymore again!!) ((and tbc even tho I'm venting I DO like this woman, she's one of my closest work friends etc., etc. but god, the sudden non-reciprocal expectation of how much attention I owe her vs. she owes me is starting to grate!!))

#as i was typing this she pulled the ''hello??'' shit to me when i took 2min to respond to a message. literally TWO MINUTES jfc chill #and LMAO she just messaged me about another two week PTO she's taking! but i can't take two fucking days w/o her complaining!!!!#sto parlando #poste personale #werk blagging

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musicprincess1990 · 1 year

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Today so far has been... interesting.

I woke up way too early, spent a couple of hours scrolling through TikTok, then fell back to sleep. Slept through my alarm, just barely managed to get to work on time. I get here, and the phone is already ringing, and there are four missed calls and three voicemails. I call one person back, another person calls. I try to call the next person back, and the first person has another question, so they call again. Round and round it goes, until finally, there's quiet.

Then I can't find a document I need, so I go to try and print it off again... and the file is gone. I email my supervisor, who sends me a new file... and when I try to print it off, I find out we're out of paper. Not just the printer, the WHOLE. DAMN. OFFICE. Eventually, after scouring the whole place, I find maybe 20 sheets of blank printer paper, but that won't last all day, so I have to email my supervisor again, as I am not able to leave the front desk because it's THAT job, and she has to take time out of her busy day to bring a couple reams of paper to the clinic.

And THEN, one of the patients on our schedule calls saying she isn't sure she can make it to her 1:00 appt. I tell her we have later times available, she says no. I let her know that the therapist will want to see her this week if possible, so I offer her several times tomorrow (we have a huge gap in the afternoon). She says no. I am about to say that I understand, sometimes it doesn't work, when she irritably sighs and says, "You know what? I'll just come at 1:00 today, might just be a little late." I ask if she's sure, and she tersely goes, "Yep," then hangs up. She ends up getting here at 12:45.

Also found out no PTO was applied to the day I took off at the end of February, even though I had requested it several weeks in advance.

The silver lining? I'm now in the perfect mindset for today's SAW prompt, and it's gonna make a great one-shot.

#crazy day #kind of want to just go back to bed #getting tired of office jobs #this is the best one i've had #but it's still an office job #and it still has the same culture #and the pay is kind of shit

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robinruns · 1 year

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what a weird fucking couple days it has been.

yesterday i overslept BIG TIME, like i tried to wake up at 4:30 when my alarm went off, but i just could not do it. next thing i know, kyle's waking me up and it's already after 7 am and i'd slept thru at least his alarm (i think mine 6 am alarm is off actually). so that was a rush. then my mom calls me and says that she got a parking ticket in my dad's name downtown madison. for those who may be new, my dad died two years ago in april. turns out it's the penultimate truck my dad had and sold for cash in 2020. turns out the dude never registered it in my dad's name, it had no plates on it, and so when the cops looked up the vin number, it came up to my dad. so my mom's freaking out and like what the hell am i supposed to do ya know? so i told her to call the cops and be like "hey, here's what's up, what do we do". they called her back and explained what they needed to get the ticket out of my dad's name, told her to call the dmv and they told her what they need to get the car out of my dad's name. of course my mom can't get the document the cops emailed her so i'm like i'll stop by after my eye appointment tomorrow afternoon and do it then.

jump to today. i wake up about 15 minutes before my alarm because fuck me i guess, but i get to the gym earlier than usual. i got good enough workout in, and then stopped at dunkin for a big ass coffee. i got home, got ready for work, and got to work knowing i was leaving at 2:30 (2 hours early) and had a shit load to do. my mom texts me and decides i need to leave earlier and stop by her house first. uggghhhh fine whatever, i'll get it done early then back home earlier.

nope. of fucking course not.

but first i had to get that shit load of work done. i got... some of it done, not all of it because i lost an hour of work time. i'm going to have to do overtime this weekend to make up for it. not like i need to make up for my hours off, but like i need to catch up or try to get ahead ya know?

anyway, i head to madison. i get there and she's freaking out but i get it printed. then she wants to do the thing for the online form for the dmv, but needs my dad's drivers license number. this sends her into a full blown meltdown because she can't find it... just to find it about a minute later. turns out because the sale of the car was almost 2 years ago, we can't do the online form so she calls the dmv and explains the situation. meanwhile i'm like i need to leave in 5 minutes, sooooooo. so what does she do? freaks out that she doesn't know how to operate the dmv website and shoves the phone in my hand as i'm like "i need to leave!!" but luckily i find it in two seconds and get it opened/printed. but then as i'm leaving she's like "come back when you're done."

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuucking hell.

eye appointment went fine. eyes a slightly worse than before but i knew that was coming. the person who was checking me out and ordering my contacts kept calling me girl though and i kinda wanted to be like "please don't assume my gender just because i'm wearing a dress". i head home and my mom's like about to leave. "i'm out of ink so i can't copy this form for my records." ugh. i try to scan it, scanner won't send the data to the computer. fine, go get the ink. so i sit in peace and quiet with shandy for the first time in AGES. she's all sleepy from going to the vet and getting her shots this morning. i love her.

anyway.

i don't know why i had to come back. but i did. she got her forms, i got a headache. whatever.

but i apparently won tickets to the badflower show, so i'm gonna see if jennifer wants to go again since she really likes them. i still haven't gotten my waterparks tickets that i won from the other radio station, but whatever. if they never showed up, then they never show up. no skin off my nose. so maybe that's my tomorrow night, idk yet. ugh. too much going on. and i need to do my taxes.

sigh.

#personal

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jacobbellaendgame · 2 years

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Rewatching New Moon with new eyes is one heck of an experience. I'm taking notice of things I never bothered to notice before (while giving me even more respect for Chris Weitz and a little more for Melissa Rosenberg) and it is a trip.

The Cullens are so worried about their secret but Bella yells out loud about Jasper’s mood control while people are walking around and they’re cool with it?

Edward’s monologue about different suicide options is really discomfiting; while it leads into Edward telling Bella about the Volturi and sets up for what happens later, the fact that he envies Romeo the ability to choose what death he wants when Juliet is gone is just unbelievably tragic and horrific all at the same time - The Romeo/Juliet symbolism = EDWARD/VAMPIRISM IS DEATH (not a good message)

No coincidence that Alice is taking pictures at Bella’s party that Bella doesn't even want (but Alice wants - Alice trying to live through Bella)

Rosalie and everyone leaves due to blood from Bella (but in BD2, Rosalie and Emmett are fine around the blood of Garrett’s victim? make it make sense)

Bella almost uses the knowledge Carlisle gives her to try to manipulate Edward to change her in the truck scene; her true motive is revealed for the rush on the change when it comes to Edward's involvement: “You’re not gonna want me when I look like a grandmother”

Most awkward kiss ever between Edward and Bella in that scene - actually, all of their kisses in this movie are supremely awkward

The bending of the picture of herself with Edward: once again, she’s seeking perfection - her putting the photo in her “senior year” aka last year of human life book: she’s intent on being changed (and Edward removes it, after seeing how she’s bent it aka he doesn’t want her to be changed)

Lovely metaphor - Bella follows Edward and gets lost

No coincidence that Sam found Bella in the woods (when she's "lost") since Bella and Sam are basically in the same type of position with different circumstances: Leah -> Sam -> Emily; Jacob -> Bella -> Edward (and the werewolves don't represent death/fantasy, they represent life/reality)

Bella keeps sending emails to an email account for Alice that no longer exists - here she mentions the Cullens last after mentioning Edward - her goal: vampirism (this is what she’s missing)

Bella’s depression is literally like a withdrawal - the depressed state would be one thing but the nightmares are the giveaway

“The Dead Come Back” - telling of the ending as well as being a tongue-in-cheek nod to vampires

Bella puts herself at risk to get Edward to appear - she is totally uncaring of the dangerous circumstances even after what Edward saved her from in the first movie (and don't even get me started on her not thinking about Charlie and Renee)

The meadow is dried up, looking dead compared to the greenery surrounding it, and here is where Laurent finds her → not only is it imagery that indicates how Bella feels with Edward/the Cullens gone but also for the state of her relationship and for death (which is why Laurent is there and the wolves/life save her from Laurent/death)

“I mean, how much could you mean to him if he left you here, unprotected?” - that's a good point, Edward really didn't think Victoria would use someone else to attack Bella if need be, boy does she teach him that lesson in Eclipse

Bella always attempts to protect those she loves; her mom in Twilight; Jacob in NM, her dad in BD - completely jives with the deer/mountain lion scene later in BD2; she’s unable to protect Edward or the Cullens, which also helps to explain the desire for vampirism outside of the aging and forever-bound-to-her-and-her-to-them factors

Cool effect shot with Paul and Jake knocking down the camera in the woods

Bella sees Sam loves Emily as she is (she may be the imprint/perfect love but she’s still not perfect per se) - Bella should be learning from this moment since she sees her humanity as such a blemish but she takes away the exact opposite from this moment

“What, I’m not the right kind kind of monster for you?” → Jacob wasn’t a vampire, if he was Bella would have been all over him like white on rice; she has a problem with werewolves allegedly killing people but not vampires, more specifically the Cullens who have, especially Edward?

Jake is gone hunting Victoria who is after Bella and she knows it, but hey let’s go cliff diving so we can see Edward again (if this isn’t an unhealthy addiction mixed in with such self-absorpancy, I don’t know what is)

“You’re not gonna lose yourself. I wouldn’t let that happen.” - more Bella protecting

Out of the past few months, the only vision Alice had was of Bella jumping off of a cliff? What about when Jake left?

Bella gives up Jake’s secret right off the bat but was protecting the Cullens’? - more of this unhealthy version of Bella/OOCness that happens when she's around the Cullens/Edward

Let's be real, a little bit of Bella’s anger is when Jake asks how long the Cullens are staying. And if they’re coming back = sore point aka abandonment issues

Edward will think Alice is lying and rush headfirst into death? Really? Even though he’ll also see that Bella traveled with her, what she’s wearing, what their plan is, and that she’s not lying?

Edward didn’t smell Bella when she hugged him? And for that matter he didn't detect a bit of her scent as she's running towards him?

“I’m human, nothing” - this is the crux of Bella’s problem - even Edward said he envied humans’ mortality

Bella: “She wants to be…” Demetri: “So she will be” Jane: “Or dessert” - important quotes and important scene for Bella - this choice can have one of two consequences

Why didn’t Aro just take Edward and Alice right there? Specifically Alice since he has been wanting to acquire her for years? Edward and Bella can't stop them so...

The fact that Bella still wants to become a vampire after seeing the human children being led to their deaths just makes it that much more unhealthy and tragic and even slightly horrifying - there was nothing Edward, Bella, or Alice could do but this is literally the monster you're becoming, no matter what the Cullens' diet might be

Bella wakes up from a nightmare (which means she’s still having them even after reconciling with Edward) - it’s only when she chooses to be changed that her nightmares disappear until BD1

We get Charlie’s reaction that we should have gotten in Twilight, before and after Phoenix/James

A picture of a wolf next to the door - a certain wolf is there to stay and has taken up residence hehe

Of course Bella doesn’t like it when Edward says they can fool the Volturi and not change her; has Edward not been paying attention? This girl is going to become a vampire come hell or fire

Bella shuts Edward up when it comes to voting time = because her desire to change really has nothing to do with him

“You’ve chosen not to live without her which leaves me no choice. I won’t lose my son.” → I think this particular wording means Carlisle would have voted no if that wasn’t the case

Decision wheel: Rosalie → no (because she knows this shouldn't be a life goal); Emmett → yes (will pick fight with Volturi some other time = he just thinks it's a grand ol' time); Alice → yes (already a sister = you're becoming one of us bitch); Esme → yes (already a part of the family = Edward's not giving you up and surprise or not really, but you're his mate); Jasper → yes (so he doesn’t want to kill her all the time = so her fragile human state that smells way too good is no longer a burden); also it's no coincidence this happens in the same room as the party scene from the beginning of the film

Jake being in the road to stop the car after “Edward, I want you to be the one to do it” → he’s going to be a roadblock to her plan and she's not changing, not if he has something to say about it (which we see he does)

Jake has no problem telling Bella what’s going on vs Edward (we even see this play out again in Eclipse)

Selfish and idiotic Bella: “I love you. So don’t make me choose. Because it’ll be him. It’s always been him.”

And last but not least, like in Twilight, Edward tries to give her more time, will live her life with her, but of course Bella can't have that. Apparently, 23 is the new grandma age. She can't bear to be a year older than Edward, never mind two, even though this guy is basically a walking, talking, crystallized corpse that's been doing that for over 100 years but yes, 18, 19, or even 23 is a problem. My eyes cannot roll anymore than they already have.

And Bella giving in to Edward’s condition that she doesn’t want: marriage. Edward manipulates this, thinking she won’t give in or if she does, then he’ll get what he wants.

It's insane. But man does Chris (and Melissa grumble, grumble) deserve a lot of credit for showing us these things.

#new moon #twilight new moon #new moon rewatch

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