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aftgficrec · 6 months
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Hey! I love your page and getting fic recs! Do you have any fics where Neil goes or agrees to go to therapy? I’m good with Bee or someone else as the therapist too. It can be canon or an au. Thanks so much! :))
I was pleasantly surprised by how much we found for you! -A
previous recs:
‘another life to live’ here
‘Oakland’ here (completed)
‘you’ve been locked in here forever (and you just can’t say goodbye)’ here (updated)
‘If it means protecting you (I’ll pay my dues)’ here (updated)
‘Interlaced’ here (updated)
‘Regrowth,’ ‘To Be Close With You Is To Be Close With Myself,’ ‘I took a breath and took the knife,’ and ‘flashes of intimacy’ ch 4 here
‘call me in the afternoon’ here
‘The Wild Fox Den’ and ‘Roses Grow Between Bone’ here
‘(My Heart) Pierced By a Pin’ here (completed)
‘The Sun Still Rises’ here (updated)
‘day by day’ here
‘the shuffling of cards’ here
‘Ain’t it fun’ here
‘Breathe, idiot’ here
‘Healing’ series part 1 here, part 3 here (completed)
‘The Fear of Being Known’ here
‘That one party’ series and ‘keep telling me that it gets better (does it ever?)’ here
‘Affection can be shown in so many ways’ here
‘Ghost of You’ here 
‘Make This Leap (Geronimo)’ here
‘Tenuous’ here
‘There is Nothing You Can Say’ here (completed)
‘of ice blue eyes & twisted veins’ here
‘don't break the glass’ (completed) here
‘Bad Apple’ here 
‘Phantom Pains’ here
‘Therapy’ here
‘Birds of a Feather’ here (updated)
‘In which Neil had Aspergers and Andrew finds out.’ here 
‘For You I'd Bleed Myself Dry’ here (updated)
‘I Wanna Get Better’ here 
‘on the tip of my tongue (say something)’ parts 6 & 8 here
and more:
‘Ember’ here (completed)
‘leave the room (with a little dignity)’ here
‘Art Hoe’ here
‘Blame It On My Youth’ here (updated)
‘Black as is the Raven, He’ll Get a Partner’ (here)
‘Our body’ series, part 1 here, part 3 here, part 5 here
‘and all the roads will disappear’ here
‘crossed out’ here
‘Double Trouble’ series here
‘i had a dream (where you couldn't hear me screaming)’ and ‘hold me close, in fact bury me’ here 
‘Just closed eyes with nothing behind’ here
‘doubt thou the stars be fire’ here
‘SCAR TISSUE’ here
‘Lighter Fluid’ here
you may also like:
‘The Sound’ here
historians by cielalune [Rated M, 21508 Words, Complete, 2023]
He remembers when she didn’t smell of ash, but perfume. The times they’d play the radio to fill the quiet of the car, and she’d hum along. How she never missed a single exy practice, and cheered for him each time. She wasn’t all too different from Cass in the end. Just because she was dead didn’t mean she was buried. Five times Neil tries to come to closure about the person Mary Hatford was, and the one time he accepts who she came to be.
tw: heavily referenced child abuse, tw: heavily referenced rape/noncon, tw: heavily referenced csa, tw: heavily referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: sleep paralysis, tw: depressive episode, tw: flashbacks with blood & gore, tw: panic attacks, tw: dissociation, tw: victim blaming
Mommy Dearest by chronically_peach [Rated G, 915 Words, Complete, 2022]
Neil doesn’t talk about his mother much but Andrew knows it’s a touchy subject for the redhead. After a session with Betsy Neil admits he’s been thinking about his mother and allows Andrew a glimpse into who Mary Hatford really was.
tw: implied/referenced child abuse
Pain of a Forgotten Face series by Rose_vine [Collection, 2 complete works, Updated 2021]
Part 1: Pain of a Forgotten Face [M, 3086 Words] Neil Josten is awoken by a face in his nightmares from twelve years ago, a face he barely remembers. When he tries to brush it off and go to practice, he realizes too late that some memories refuse to let themselves be forgotten.
tw: ptsd, tw: panic attacks, tw: nightmares, tw: hallucinations, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: blood/gore
Part 2: A Hand to Hold Me Back From The Cliff [Not Rated, 2132 Words] After Neil collapses on the court from a flashback from when he was younger, Andrew convinces him to go to therapy. This is his first session with Bee, and it is only Andrew at his side that gives him the strength to walk through the door.
tw: ptsd, tw: implied/referenced child abuse
After the Beep by kanekei [Rated T, 1030 Words, Incomplete, Updated Sept 2023]
Neil works through his relationship with his dead mother by leaving her voice messages that she'll never hear. It’s healthy, Bee says. He can’t help but think having the Minyards as patients has skewed her perception of what that word means. The number you have reached is not available. Please leave your message after the beep.
tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced violence
The Foxes by akaashisramen [Not Rated, 3386 Words, Incomplete, Updated July 2023]
Trans Neil is on the run from his father and goes to his uncles house. His uncle promises him protection and allows him to play Exy as long as he goes to group therapy to process his mothers death.
tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: graphic nightmares, tw: implied/referenced torture
someday, we'll grow by nopunintended [Rated G, 2078 Words, Complete, 2021]
Andrew and Neil see Betsy for a couple's therapy session per Andrew's request.
tw: implied/referenced child abuse
Couples Therapy by P0tatonoah [Rated T, 2014 Words, Complete 2020]
I got a lot of comments (like 3 or 4) on my breakup fic asking for a part 2 where Neil and Andrew patch things up and live happily ever after… This is not it. But you can read it as an alternative ending if you want. 
tw: implied/referenced nonconsensual touch, tw: implied/referenced violence
NB: find P0tatonoah’s andreil break up fic ‘Home...?’ here
They sicken of the calm, they who know the storm by EdgySpaghetti [Not Rated, 3162 Words, Complete, 2023]
After storm there always comes the sun. People born into the storm, who growing up sees only black clouds and lightnings striking everywhere, just learn how to live with it, how to protect themselves from cold, wind and rain. They recognize the pattern, know that lightning will struck sooner or later and are prepared for it. What are those people to do when there is no more dark clouds? They don't know how to live in this environment, how to dress to not get too hot and how to prevent potential sunburnt. They never had to do that before. They're still expecting the lightnings.
tw: ptsd, tw: anxiety, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: anger issues
Can I finally stop running now? by gracefromspace [Rated T, 12110 Words, Complete, 2023]
Neil is intrigued by a blonde baker with piercings, two therapy cats and strong arms.
tw: heavily referenced torture, tw: flashbacks with blood/gore, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: anxiety, tw: negative self image
can't blame it on my youth by PoolToast22 [Rated G, 2650 Words, Complete, 2022]
The one where Neil Josten is Fine TM. But he's also in therapy. And today Bee decided to ask him that question.
hold on to happiness by minyarday [Rated T, 551 Words, Complete, 2020]
"self esteem had never been something Neil cared about. when you are a runaway that don't even have a place to call home, you learn to prioritize certain things and forget others" only that now he has the time to think about it
I'll Come Back To You by mostly_maudlin [Rated T, 6900 Words, Complete, 2022]
Some of the things he’s learned today feel like stories about someone else: Neil switched to playing striker at a tiny high school in Arizona. Aaron lives in Chicago with his wife. Andrew’s cousin calls Neil every Tuesday, because Andrew is too stubborn to pick up the phone himself. But other things are clear truths, even if they’re more abstract: Neil’s mother died. Andrew is safe. Neil was supposed to stay, but part of him is gone. - - - - It's about dreams, reality, trust, patience, and determination. It's about making promises and keeping them. You'll figure out the rest.
tw: car accidents, tw: major character injury, tw: implied/referenced violence
I will help you swim by unojonex [Rated E, 11699 Words, Incomplete, Updated Oct 2022]
He’s slowed down, stayed in one place for more than a few months and it's all caught up with him. In his sleep, ghosts of his past haunt him. And they have no mercy. Dreams and imagination swirl together in a confusing mix of nightmares that don't go away, even when he's awake. -- basically Neil and Andrew getting together while also dealing with a lot of trauma
tw: ptsd, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: implied/refererenced torture, tw: heavily referenced child abuse, tw: suicide ideation, tw: graphic nightmares with blood/gore, tw: dissociation, tw: hallucinations, tw: panic attacks
But Touch My Tears with Your Lips by transjorts [Rated M, 4070 Words, Complete, AFTG Mixtape Exchange 2022]
Andrew is sitting across from him, expression neutral, fork in hand. He’d dragged the tinnes across the plate—purposefully, if Neil had to guess. Andrew has already cut the burrito up into tiny pieces and spears one morsel on the fork, lifting it to his mouth. “Hi,” Neil says. Andrew chews, very deliberately. “Do you feel better?” Neil frowns. “What?” Andrew eats another bite. “Did all that running make you feel better?” Neil sighs and glances down, noticing that his water has been refilled. He takes a sip. “No.”
tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced sexual assault, tw: nightmares, tw: dissociation
let's just sit awhile by artiest [Rated M, 17291 Words, Complete. 2022]
Neil and Andrew don't have to keep fighting for their survival. They can settle now. It's hard, but they're trying. OR: During Neil's second year in Palmetto State, him and Andrew learn to take care of each other.
tw: severe mental health issues, tw: ptsd, tw: implied/referenced torture,  tw: nightmares with blood/gore, tw: flashbacks,  tw: dissociation, tw: violence, tw: homophobia, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: vomit, tw: alcohol abuse/alcholism
I could never give you peace by freshtaylorswiftduck [Rated T, 3407 Words, Complete. 2022]
Neil has both bad and good days. Today is a bad day.
tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: panic attacks
10 tips to stress less, without the tips by lumos_max [Rated T, 5404 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange Fall 2020]
A lonely Neil lets his therapist bully him into checking out the clinic's support group without too much fuss, but little did he know he wouldn't be checking out the group that day, instead meeting a dramatic hunk of a man who drives a fancy car and forgets to wipe the cream off the corner of his lip. It's only fair that Neil tries to do it for him, right?
tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced child abuse
“God, I have my father’s eyes.” by perks_of_being_a_writer [Rated T, 673 Words, Complete, 2022]
This is based on Family Line by Conan Gray. In this short story, Neil is at a therapy appointment where he and Betsy dive into his parental issues. This covers Neil’s abuse from both parents (because, yes, Mary was abusive and a bad mother). This is Neil learning that it's not his fault his parents hurt him and accepting that he is loved.
tw: implied/referenced child abuse
"There's blood on my/your hands." by markonasurface (idwir) [Rated T, 4667 Words, Complete, 2018]
The year after his 19th birthday, the other team decides to recreate the bloody locker scene complete with a ‘Happy Birthday, Jr.’ Instead of stuffing everything down, Neil has a complete freak out and sinks into a depression.
tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: blood, tw: panic attacks, tw: ptsd, tw: major depressive episode, tw: homophobia, tw: disordered eating, tw: vomit
Nothing is Safe series by hismiley16 [Rated T/M/E, Collection, 7 complete works, Updated July 2023]
Parts 3 and 7 recced here
Part 4: Written On His Skin [Not Rated, 11344 Words] The Foxes face the Ravens for the first time since Riko's death and things go as well as expected. Andrew is mildly injured on the court and isn't there to protect Neil when the new Evermore captain comes for him after the game. The team sees more than Neil ever wanted them to, including the ghost of Nathaniel he thought he'd buried in Baltimore.
tw: vomit, tw: bullying, tw: nonconsensual touch/assault  tw: dissociation, tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: blood, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced animal death, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon
The Josten Anxiety Method by orphan_account [Rated M, 1721 Words, Complete, 2022]
Neil talks to Bee about his anxiety.
tw: anxiety, tw: hallucinations, tw: dissociation, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced abuse
Looking in the Mirror Never Felt so Good by Trimorphia [Rated T, 8693 Words, Complete, 2023]
Neil Josten's journey to becoming a real person.
tw: nightmares, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced abuse
Achilles Come Down by infernalstars [Rated M, 5017 Words, Complete, 2020]
Neil Josten was a liar before he was anything else. In the nest, sometimes his choices were between lying and dying. He’d had a decent amount of self preservation that he’d chosen the former. But now, being free, the world felt so heavy. He wished he’d chosen dying.
tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: graphic suicide attempt, tw: self harm, tw: blood, tw: eating disorders focus, tw: ptsd, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: vomit, tw: depression 
prompt: Neil x therapy bullet fic by @sadboyayeron [Tumblr, 2020]
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authornina · 1 year
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Pie Session: Tyler “Drama” Walker
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“Tyler, would you like to do some breathing exercises?” 
“My name not no fuckin’ Tyler!” 
“You gave me permission in the beginning of our session to call you by your first name.” 
“No, I didn’t.” 
“Okay,” Dr. Pie realized what happened. “What would you like me to call you?” 
“Dra...maaaaaaa...” he emphasized sarcastically.
“My apologies, Drama. You seem a little upset.” 
“I am, I don’t wanna be up in here witchu.” 
“Will thinks we can work on your anger together.” 
“I ain’t got no anger. This shit court ordered because they wanna put me back in the box.”
“Box?” 
“You know what the fuck I’m talkin’ bout!” Tyler, well, Drama shouted. “Just like them muhfuckas!”  
“Who, Drama? Who am I like?”
“All my doctors. They think I’m crazy.” 
“I don’t think you are.” 
“You don’t?” 
“Nope, I believe you are dealing with some things on the inside that we can try and resolve together.” 
Drama closed his eyes doing the breathing exercises they worked on before. Every session started out this way. No matter how many times Dr. Pie saw him, they went through the same course of interaction with one another before actually getting into their session. 
He suffered from anterograde amnesia. He easily forgot his daily routines, thoughts, conversations and a slew of other things. If his attention wasn’t on one thing for more than thirty seconds to a minute, it became a distant memory. It caused him to develop dissociative identity disorder which was why he quickly went from Tyler to his alternative personality, “Drama.” 
“How is Paige, Drama?” 
“The fuck am I supposed to know? Ask that nigga,” he pointed his thumb to the empty space next to him. 
“Who is he?”
“Paige daddy!” 
“My apologies, may I ask his name?” 
“Tyler, what the fuck? Pie, please stop actin’ like a dickhead.” 
“Now that wasn’t very nice, Drama.” 
“My fault,” he laughed with his fist to his mouth. “But you always askin’ me about his kid.” 
“I thought she was your daughter?” 
“Nah, I took a DNA test, she wasn’t mine.” 
“How did Tiana handle that news?” 
“I mean, she knew what it was when her hoe ass opened her legs.”
“What does Tyler say?” 
“Ask himmmmmm...” 
Dr. Pie stared at her patient for a few seconds, his brown brooding eyes boring into hers. He was going blank, so she had to hurry and try to bring who he was originally back before all thought was lost. 
“Tyler...” she attempted and the body who shared two personalities shifted in his seat slightly while blinking rapidly.
“Hm?” 
“I asked how Paige is doing.” 
“Oh she good,” Tyler answered. “I was allowed to see her this past weekend and we went to the park; I took her to the store. They don’t really let me do much with her.” 
“How does that make you feel?” 
“I don’t know, I mean...it doesn’t feel good that people around me think I’d hurt my own daughter. I wouldn’t, I love her.” 
“I’m sure you do. How is everything going with Noella?” 
“Man...” Tyler smiled boyishly, stretching his long legs. “That girl is something else.” 
“Really? How so?” 
“The way she suck my dick...I ain’t ever had it like that before.” 
“Drama?”
“It’s me,” he smiled but his was much more menacing than the kind and gentle one Tyler displayed seconds ago.
“Have you been sleeping with Tyler’s girlfriend?” 
“Every chance I get. Her ass was too fat for me to pass up. His bitch ass don’t know what to do with all that.” 
“I don’t think that’s very honest of you. Don’t you think he’d be upset about that?” 
“What he gon’ do?” 
“I think whenever you get a chance, you need to apologize to him.” 
“Yea right, I will do no such thing. He the reason we in all this shit in the first place.” 
“All what shit?” 
“Here with you, in and out of hospitals, he the reason Will don’t trust me.”
“I thought Will stopped trusting you because you lied, Drama.” 
“So! I can’t get a little attention from his ass too? He only love Tyler.” 
“He’s Tyler’s father.” 
“Then who the fuck is my parents?” 
“We don’t need to use that language.”
“Who are my parents?” 
“Would you like me to be honest?” 
“Yes.” 
“Drama, you are manifested in the mind of Tyler. You don’t have any parents.” 
“Fuck you, Pie! Straight up! The fuck kinda therapist tell people some shit like that?!” 
“I’m only being honest with you just like we talked about from the beginning.” 
“Well honest these nuts,” Drama stood up. “I’m gone!” he stormed out of the office. “The fuck you bring me here for Will?!” 
Dr. Pie heard him start to engage in an argument with Tyler’s father. She got up and went into the waiting area. 
“Man,” Will didn’t even acknowledge him seeing as his son was not currently present. “Is he done?” he asked, looking past “Drama,” to Dr. Pie.
“I suppose, he’s a bit on the edge today. This is our third switch.” 
“See how y’all talk like I’m not even here?” 
“Nigga because you not!” Will shouted.
“Okay Mr. Walker, remember how we talked about handling Drama here when he’s angry.” 
“I ain’t got time for this shit today!” 
“Nigga, neither do I!” Drama yelled at Will. “This why I can’t fuck witchu now!” 
Will exhaled trying to remember that past this persona he could not stand one bit, his son rested, almost in a sleep state. He hated this Drama character Tyler took on. At first when it happened, Will thought it was a joke until he saw the nigga in action. He had to be convinced by several doctors and finally Dr. Pie confirming his son’s “split personality disorder.” 
Let’s go, nigga,” Will told him.
“I’ll see you later, Pie Pie,” Drama waved, giving her spirit fingers with a devious smirk.
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queenzee27 · 1 year
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Ok my Midgaurdian bitches court is in session and I have tea to spill!
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so sit them booty cheeks down!
Oh and um God of War Ragnarok spoiler warning! you were warned!
Anyways... let's begin *Slams weeks worth of research on the gameplay and norse mythology on table* my evidence for today pertains the subject that is 'The Tyr Theory' or thriple T for short.
Everyone been asking:
How long was Odin pretending to be Tyr?
Answer: Since we met him!
*Turns on powerpoint presentation*
Exhibit A: The imprisonment of Big Daddy Tyr!
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So when Atreus shows Kratos and Mimir the tapestry it shows that Tyr was imprisoned on Svartlafheim. Great we got GPS location! off to a great start, until you look at tge damn thing clearly; it says Tyr is gaurded by Asgaurds most powerful beings- Odin and Thor. But, for some reason when Kratos and Atreus pull up the only thing that got in their way was a Giant door that Kratos easily pulled down....
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That's suspicious....That's weird....
Where Thor at? where was Odin?
Exhibit B: Tyr's prison condition
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So we all know Odin is a merciless hoes that loves torturing people, especially his prisoners; YET! when we first see Tyr, best just vibing in his cell.... where the chains at? look we are talking about a God that chains up and tortures anything that makes him think you ungreatful; He stuck Mimir to a damn BDSM tree and only escaped with his head! But Tyr just sitting in his cell. Like yeah the cell is tiny for his size, but you gonna tell me Odin lost creativity in torture methods for Tyr? the man who led a whole ass revolution against him? really?
Exhibit C: Tyr's eyes
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Again, let us revisit dear Mimir shall we? we learn from the wise head himself that Odin took one of his Bifrost eyes because he didn't want him to escape and run to a different dimension. Therefore Odin took one of his eyes yet, when we meet Tyr, this sexy tall bastard has both his eyes! why would Odin leave his prisoner with a way to escape?! Odin isn't dumb, he wouldn't do it once and forget to do it again. He knows Tyr has Bifrost eyes, remembers what they can do, but he let Tyr keep both his eyes...what?!
Exhibit D: Non-missing appandages
(my fav exhibit because bitch a lot of reading was involved)
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for those unfamiliar with Tyr's story, the God once sacrificed his right arm to the Giant dog Fenrir so Odin could chain it down and trap it in Helheim (bitch even the dog was chained down!) and since we see said dog, alive and every much chained up until Atreus' dumbass frees it; it has to be cannon that THIS event already happened, so Tyr has no right. but wait... *holds out megaphone to audience* TYR HAS BOTH VERY WELL ATTACHED ARMS! WHY?! this man has his right arm fully intect; if that was Tyr he would be missing an eyes (or both because Odin is shady like that) and a right arm! but he has both, still intact. How?
Exhibit E: Odin's got talent
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It is a well known fact in Norse mythology that Odin is a master manipulator and an excellent shapeshifter, so it wasn't surprising that he took Tyr's form and decieved everyone. But there was always one flaw that Odin had when he turned himself into other people. Whatever form he took, his right eye always remained empty, so I believe Odin either A. Actually removed Tyr's eye and put it on his own to complete and sell the illusion, or B. he used some form of magic ftom his long list of knowlege to hide this imperfection!
Exhibit F: Tyr's 'Docile pessimist phase'
I kept waiting the entire game for Tyr, the God who swore to never fight again, to at least whoop some ass for his new friends, toss an enemy away like a football once in self defense, but it never came. Instead it just looked and felt like Kratos and Atrus' tasks or missions seemed a bit harder because Tyr wasn't help; Odin was purposely doing this, trying to get them to fail in their quest. Every. Single. Damn. Time it came for him to save somebody from death!
So in conclusion your honour; Odin was Tyr since the beginning of the game!
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thatpunkmaximoff · 1 year
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*SPOILERS WITHIN*
Storyline: 5/5 Smut: 2/5
Fuck Ianthe! That is all. Now back to my regularly scheduled reading session.
Alis seeing right through Feyre’s act 😏 I love you. Pls don’t make me regret it.
Feyre fucking up Ianthe’s ceremony has me cackling lmao. Fuck that hoe.
Ayyyy. Feyre making Tamlin think there was something going on with her and Lucien 😂 I’m loving this. I need her to fuck shit up asap.
Oh shit. She let Tamlin’s power hurt her. She’s gonna turn everyone loyal to him against him 😂
Dammnnnnnn! Feyre really just did that to Ianthe huh?! Bitch deserved it.
Holy fuck! I’m glad they took out Brannagh and Dagdan.
And Lucien! Going to Night Court 🤗 pls don’t make me regret being happy about this lol
CASSIAN AND AZRIEL!!!
“I suggest you drop my lady.” // dear lord I am dead. I need me a winged boy.
They’re reunited 😭 I’m so happy.
You know something’s wrong with me when Rhys threatens to rip out Lucien’s throat and I grin so hard. Goddamn that’s hot.
Please tell me I’m going to like Nesta soon? I know the last book is heavily about her character and right now all she’s doing is pissing me off.
Okay so… I really don’t like Nesta. Girl hated her baby sister because she was more capable than herself, and she’s even more hateful towards her now that she’s immortal. For fucks sake, man.
So Feyre wants to ally with monsters. This is either going to go very bad or very well.
Oh. Oh no. Elain is Lucien’s mate, but Azriel is interested in her..? And she actually spoke to him?! Oh my god. Do I ship it or not?!
Fuck Keir for suggesting Rhys whore out his mate. This dude needs to go. But ERIS?! Rhys, baby, what are you doing?
Keir and his people have limited access to Velaris. Oh no.
And Mor is so fucking hurt. Omg. I don’t like this.
Orgasm by wing stroke 😂 Rhys, you dirty bastard. I love it lmao
Holy shit. What did Feyre make a bargain with?!
Nesta.. I’m starting to tolerate her now.
Damn! Mor and Feyre are slaughtering hybern soldiers left and right at Summer Court. I love it!
Lmao. People are injured and/or dying, you heathens! People are bleeding out and Rhys is getting his dick sucked 😂 I can’t.
Oh shit. Tamlin showed to the meeting of the High Lords. Let the shit show begin!
Fuck. While they were bickering like idiots, Hybern destroyed the wall 😬
Oh shit. Feyre made another bargain with the monster in the library. Poor Cass 😂 I can’t wait for him to see it in the battlefield.
So Jurian’s a good guy and Tamlin betrayed them again?! Wtf!
Cassian and Nesta having a moment as she wraps her wrist 🥹 ..and then Mor ruining it 🤦🏻‍♀️
She fed Ianthe to the Weaver! HOLY SHIT!
The fucking Suriel’s death! Why?!?!
Fuck! And now Elain is gone!!
They got her back. Oh thank god.
Tamlin saved them? Wtf.
Elain and Nesta curling up around Feyre. I can’t take this anymore. I’m so scared.
God. Rhys’s speech to his inner circle has me crying. I’m not ready.
The Weaver, the Carver, and Bryaxis. Holy shit!
Oh goddammit. I’m crying again. Their father was helping this entire time!
I’m ugly crying so hard rn. I hate y’all. Why didn’t anyone warn me?!
He’s back. He’s back! And so is Amren! For fucks sake. My heart still hurts.
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 6 months
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"HAD BAD POTATOES, SOLD THEM AS GOOD," Toronto Star. October 9, 1913. Page 5. --- And Now This Man Is Told by Court to Get a License. ---- MANY INSANITY CASES ----- One Man Learns With Delight That Doctors Pronounce Him Sane. --- According to the detectives who arrested Harry Reid, he was caught on the railway tracks at the foot of Princess street picking up the culled potatoes thrown out of the cars. These he would sell in baskets covered by a layer of good vegetables.
And besides, Plainclothesman Allen and Detectives Mulholland and Elliot swore that Reid led a worthless life. "steering" drunks, loafing, and drinking.
"Oh, you fellows don't give me a chance to straighten up," said Reid passionately.
"Well, that potato game isn't a very hard attempt at straightness," said Mr. Ellia.
Reid is just recently out of the Guelph Farm. His brother, a vegetable peddler, came into court and asked that the prisoner be handed over to him and he would give him the job of "helper" on his vegetable wagon.
"But a 'helper requires a license," said Inspector Gregory, "and a license has to be backed by a character guarantee. You couldn't get a license if bu wanted one!"
Now, I don't see why," said Squire Ellis. "This young man pleads that he wants to do good! Let him have a license, to see if there is any sincerity in his plea!"
Reid was let out in his brother's care.
Father Gives Evidence Against Son. "You would swear my life away!" cried John Beckett dramatically to his father who was standing in the witness box.
"I could not," replied the father.
"All I want you to do is to straighten up and be a man and do a man's work."
"This is the third time you have got me into trouble," said the young fellow, with increasing agitation. "Go ahead; what you like with me."
The son just got out after serving 60 days in jail on Monday. He came home, burrowed $2 from his mother, get drunk, and turned the house topsy-turvy, threatening his father and scaring his mother out of the house.
"I'd do anything for you and you know it," said the father in the witness box. "But you are 19 now, and you've got to work just the same as I have."
Then the father leaned over, whispered into Squire Ellis' ear, and the Squire said:
"Perhaps I should send you down to see the doctors. Your father thinks perhaps your mind is unbalanced."
"I know what he thinks." said the boy. "But give me a chance and I'll get out of town."
In the end he was sent down for a week to consider his father's words regarding work.
Found Not Insane. William Newman, after a week with the doctors, stood up in the cage and heard the pleasing news that he was not insane.
James Craigie, a young man from Glasgow, Scotland, was committed as a lunatic in the Police Court after being found guilty of a nameless offence in the Sessions yesterday.
Hit a Nameless Foreigner. "He hit me," said a foreigner whose name could not be comprehended by anyone in the court.
"I don't remember the incident," said John Murphy. "I was drunk!"
"Then $1 and costs or 30 days for being so drunk!'
Plainclothesman William Allen has a hard row to hoe among the toughs of the East End. Just to keep them from boiling over, he brings one in every little while.
To-day, it was Frank Wallace, alleged to be an associate of thieves and crooks. He was fined $20 and costs or 30 days.
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All I have is thots... Lotsa thots... 🥵
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FFFFFFFFFFFFUCK me
The Court is now in session.
Here is first hand testimony for why these criminals must perform community service. 😌
Just got me thinking about hands on your thigh while they drive too fast, hands on your hips squeezing and moving with you while dirty dancing in the kitchen, hands that push soap all up and down you body massaging sore muscles and groping you all over, hands that push your legs up and wide open so they can see just how wet you are for them.
Fingers that tease you pussy lips while they suck your clit, fingers that pinch and roll your nipples until they are hard and aching, fingers that reach spots inside you you didn't even know you had, fingers that bring you to orgasm again and again until you can't think, fingers that are pushed into you mouth when they are fucking you at their desk because you can't keep quiet, fingers that-
Ma'am please stop, your testimony has ruined the jury and judge. We will be taking a five minute recess to mop up and get clean panties.
Court is adjourned.
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chocominnie · 3 years
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One Last Time 06 —  Pjm. (M)
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⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader
⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst
⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…
⇢ Song : xxxxx
⇢ Word Count : 3k
⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!
⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken
⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?
‘‘ I swear I am going to have someone beat your ass Park Jimin!’’
‘‘ It’s not my fucking fault! I broke up with her but you lead her to the apartment  knowing she’ll follow!’‘
‘‘ Damn it Jimin im going to kick your ass!’‘
Your eyes pop open just in time to see Jungkook on-top of Jimin hitting him repeatedly on the face while Jimin manages to push him off of him and begin his fist fight against him. He straddles Jungkook to the floor and punches are thrown left and right. Now the sudden headache of seeing the two brothers fight has began in your head and you cannot stand hearing the groaning and yelling between them. Bringing your hand up to signal them to stop, you realize they don’t even know you’ve awakened.
 Jungkook on the other hand is not having it so he throws Jimin off of him harshly making Jimin groan. The way he grabs Jimin’s collar with venom fast strength finally gives you the courage to yell out to them.
‘‘ Stop! Damn it, you two are like literal fucking teenagers. Act your age!”
The both of them turn their heads toward you slowly. Jungkook drops his fist, which was going to connect with Jimin’s face. You take a good look at them. Freshly bruised from each-other. Great.
‘‘ You think fighting is going to solve this problem huh? Get over here now.” You say, eyebrows furrowed in anger.
Jungkook gives Jimin a death glare before rushing to your side and feeling your forehead. You slap his hand away and pull him down by his shirt only for him to recieve a harsh slap to the forehead.
‘‘ Shit!” He stumbles back and rubs his forehead. He shoots you a glare, wanting to yell at you but doesn’t.  You motion for Jimin to come to you too. He raises his eyebrows in amusement.
‘‘ I don’t think it’s necessary for you to do that..” He says, as if your death glare towards him isn’t enough to tell him you aren’t joking whatsoever.
He gets the memo when you disregard his comments before hanging his head low and bending down a little to your height. One slap against the forehead and two across the wrists.
‘‘ That’s for you fighting He was only looking out for me. The last two were for having a psychotic girlfriend who almost killed me. Look at my wrist!’‘
You hold them out to see two I.V’s, one for blood transfusion and the other a regular for nutrients on your right wrist. Both of them bandaged up which does need to be changed because of the old blood.
‘‘ I know and I’m sorry. I didn’t know she would be this upset.’‘ Jimin says, hanging his head low. Jungkook rolls his eyes at him out of annoyance.
‘‘ Whatever. I already called my lawyer for your case. Since Isabel tried to attempt murder to you, you will win this case for sure.’‘ He proudly leans against the wall hoping to atleast crack a smile from you.
You don’t smile though. The last thing you need is another scandal. If this were to make the news and blogs right now then it could be a bad thing. You’ve just started your modeling career again and right now would be the worst time to have something like that. 
Jimin leans on the wall with his hands in his pockets, still avoiding locking eyes with you which is something he usually does. Something tells you that he’s hiding something. Something that you just can’t put your finger on.
‘‘ The police will come shortly for witness statements and your statement. Then they’ll call for a court date as soon as possible.’‘ Jimin’s voice low, illuminating with a hint of sadness.
Out of curiosity you want to say something more. To ask him whats going on and why he’s acting rather like this. It’s really not like him. He’s hiding something for sure and you just cannot put your finger on it. You just agree and pull out your phone. A missed call from Ryan. You try texting her and she almost always responds immediately. This time she doesn’t. What’s really going on?
You don’t know but Ryan took it upon herself to pay Isabel a visit. Usually visitors aren’t allowed for people in holding but with a little sweet talk of hers she got to get atleast 10 minutes to talk. That’s all she needs. When it comes to you, her bestfriend, she never messes around. Hearing the news from Jungkook yesterday she almost went luncatic. Throwing things at him, calling his brother every disrespectful name in the book. Oh she hates him now for sure.
Jungkook had to stop her from going over to the hospital to beat his ass into a bloody pulp for causing you pain and getting together with that crazy girl just to break up with her. Ryan was heated. 
But now she can take this heat and serve some to Isabel right now. She walks with confidence into the room. Nothing and nobody can stop her and if they even try, she’ll chew them up and spit them out. Catching a glimpise of Isabel sitting at the table with her hands cuffed and security next to her, Ryan shoots her a devious glare.
‘‘ What brings you here? I expected my boyfr-’‘
A harsh slam from her hands hit the table as she bends a little to her seated level, ‘‘ He’ not your fucking boyfriend. You were lucky I wasn’t there to beat your fucking ass.”
The guard tenses up at the sounds and sudden movements. Ryan notices, and decides to take her seat to calm down before she’s the one sitting behind the jail bars too. 
‘‘ Ryan.. I thought we were friends?’‘ She frowns, pouting her lips while fake wiping tears away. 
Ryan scoffs,shaking her head ever so slowly with a devilish grin on her face. “ We aren’t. Don’t let me catch you un-attended without your manager or body guard.. Isabel.’’
Isabel laughs one of her evil laughs, throwing her head back then coming back up, “ Oh how cute. Is this a threat from little ol’ you? Me and Jimin were doing just fine before your bestfriend had decided to enter his life again. I’m not the only bad guy here. She should know boundaries for taken men. Ex’s aren’t supposed to be firendly and lovey dovey. Spending nights and going everywhere with each other. Especially when one’s a famous idol with another idol girlfriend. Do I make myself clear?”
“ Maybe you should take that up with your hoe of a boyfriend. He’s the one who can’t leave her alone.” She yells, inches away from Isabel’s face. The two stare at each other long and hard. Isabel is no match for Ryan though.
The guard clears his throat to break the two’s glares. The tension is thick in the air.
“ If you ever touch yn again, I’ll make sure you’re the one in the hospital this time around.”
‘‘ You’ll all see. I’ll win this court case. Trust me… there’s things you do not know.” 
Ryan rolls her eyes, strutting her way out the room with the sound of her heels clicking right behind her. Consider the message recieved. 
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It’s been one week after the situation. In which in between those days you were dismissed from the hospital and have been in at Jimin’s house ever since. You didn’t want to be here. You want to be at home with your cat, Clara. Jungkook’s been going over to feed and play with her. Jimin kept pleading for you not to return home just yet because it could be a danger to you. It makes sense. You never know what Isabel has up her sleeve. 
So you’ve been sitting here doing the same old thing everyday. Eat, watch movies and netflix tv shows,  sleep, and repeat.
Jimin would come in and out of his home studio to check in on you. He still has to work on producing and singing his songs. He’d bring the food and your medicine he prepared per usual,  kiss your forehead, and go right back out to producing his highly anticipated album.
It all seems fake to you. Something is off. Something is not being told to you. You can feel it in your gut but can’t put a finger on it.
‘‘ This is so cliche.’‘ You murmur to yourself, switching the flat-screen T.V off.
And as if on cue Jimin comes inside your- well his room with a glass of water and prescribed pain killers for you. The slight smile on his face makes you want to smile but you don’t.
‘‘ Smile for ocne yn. Do you not like staying here?’‘ He says, sitting next to you on the side of the bed and places the glass in your hands.
You furrow your eyebrows at him, taking the two pills out of his palm. “ No.. but be honest with me Jimin okay?”
His face turns a quick shade of pink then pale as if you had said the wrong choice of words at the wrong time. As if he had seen a ghost at this very moment. That’s not a good sign at all.
‘‘ Are you.. hiding something from me?’‘
The atmosphere is thick and silence fills the room. You don’t say anything and he doesn’t either. Your eyes meet his and for once they don’t pull away first. 
Jimin doesn’t know how to break it to you though. It’s now or never.
‘‘ She will never leave me.”
You bite your lip hard, “ What do you mean?”
“ That she said that she’d do everything to ruin our relationship if we continue to persue one. She’d spready rumors about you to Dispatch. Make a scene whenver you’re near me. Anything she can do, she will do it.”
You don’t know how to take this all in. You knew Isabel was possesive but not this possesive. The thought of her doing things on purpose for you to make everyone hate you makes you want to cry. To just bawl your eyes out right here right now. You can’t.. you won’t do it. 
You won’t give in because thats what she wants. To make you cry. To ruin your reputation and work. Jimin came back into your life and of course you don’t know what to do or how to deal with it. But this is what you wanted right? You’ve been longing for you and him to get a second chance. It’s you. You’re the one who’s been putting things off and not letting things go with the flow. Maybe he came back to you because he realized how wrong he was for cheating on you. For leaving you behind. For not seeing things for truly how it is. 
You knew Isabel was bad luck from the beginning. Now is the time to try and take back what was originally yours. That will hurt her more than ever. 
“ She needs to have a reality check. Not everything revolves around her.”
‘‘ I agree. Putting her behind bars might give her a reality check. It should serve her right for harming people.” Jimin sighs. 
The silence is thick. You both don’t know what to say and it’s sure as hell awkward more than ever right now. Until that silence breaks. 
‘‘ I feel like you aren’t being your true self to me. If we are getting things out now.” 
His sudden comment makes you lift your head up from playing with the comforter. “ What do you mean?’’
‘‘ You.. don’t want to take actions on what you feel, say, or want to do with or about me. It’s killing me inside.”
He’s right. You do try to push your feelings aside no matter what the cause is. It’s just you trying to not set yourself up for hearbreak again. You do want him. You do want everything to do with him. Considering the things that happened in the past, it’s no doubt theres a fence guarding your heart from intruders. 
You exhale out heavily, “ Im just.. scared.’’
‘‘ Of? “
‘‘ Being hurt again.”
Dead silence again. This time he’s the one trying to come up with words to redirect your view of him. Yes, he broke your heart in the worst way possible. He wants you to see he’s changed. 
Jimin bites his lip, voice shaky when he begins talking again. ‘‘ How can I show you that i’m not the same anymore. Im not I promise you. I want you to see I have changed. I know it’s my fault. I destroyed you but let me fix it.”
It’s all come down to this. You’ve wanted this and now is the chance to get it. Now is the chance to have what was once yours. But the feeling of doubt had taken its course on you at the worst time.
‘‘ Jimin.. how do I know that for sure?’‘ You say, unintentionally fluttering your eyes at him. To you it’s to prevent from letting tears fall. 
Jimin see’s it as that specific thing you used to do when you wanted him. When you craved him and would drop hints. To be completely honest, you do crave him. You do want him. Make-up sex was something you two used to do often. It was your toxic way of saying im sorry. 
Somehow you want to put that toxic thing into action right now. As fucked up as it is, that’s how you two know you’re sorry towards each other. Actions speak louder than words. 
He closes his eyes for a quick second before clenching his jaw to contain himself. Your weak spot.
‘‘ Stop doing that. Unless you want to start something you don’t want to finish.” 
You smile just a little, hoping he’d get the memo. “ What if I do want to start and finish it..”
As if a car alarm went off, Jimin’s eyes pop back open with a suprised look. That’s the last thing he’d thought he’d be hearing from you. “ Are you sure about that? I mean we don’t have t-”
You lean in closer to where you guys are inches apart, his lips softly rubbing against yours. “ I’m all for it.”
Within seconds, Jimin’s shirt is removed off of you only revealing your blue panties which have became a little soaked with your wetness. He takes in the scent of you before his mouth connects with your thighs, slightly sucking to leave bruises on you.
‘‘ Jimin.. don’t tease me.”  You sigh, laying fully down to spread your legs even more. He hums against your skin making you catch chills up and down your spine.
‘‘ That’s my specialty baby. You know that.” He trails a kiss with each word all the way down to your core where he dips a finger inside. You tense up attempting to close your legs. He doesn’t allow it, spreading them open harshly again. 
‘’ Jimin-’‘ You barely utter before he begins to move his fingers in and out of you slowly. You let out a whine to try and make him go faster but it doesn’t work.
He comes up to your mouth and plants a wet, sloppy kiss. “ No whining. You’re gonna get what you want. Just relax baby.”
Is all he tells you before he goes back down to your core to tend to your desires.
The first lick between your legs is ever so gentle. Too gentle for you right now considering that you want release badly and Jimin knew exactly that. He opens his mouth and swirls his tongue up and down your slit. A groan leaves his mouth once he gets a taste of you which sends a vibration to your sensitive bud.
Each time his tongue laps against you your body jerked and shook but that only makes his tongue go faster. Sending you into a moaning and groaning mess as you tug on his hair.
“Mmh you even taste the same like always.” He moans with a smirk.
“Jimin please-” you cry out, locking your fingers into his hair when a finger is inserted into your dripping wet hole.
‘‘ No whining babygirl.’‘ His voice gentle as ever when he removes the finger inside of you making you pout a little. But that pout soon turned into your eyes becoming wide when he starts to take off his shirt, then grey sweatpants, then his underwear where his thick cock springs up.
Your eyes can’t leave his body. God it’s been a while. He looks pretty damn good. You wan’t to take all of his length in your mouth right now. To hear him praise you about how good your mouth feels against him. God you want it right now. 
He gives it a few strokes before walking over to you. Just before hovering over you, he gives you a passionate kiss while lifting up your legs and positioning them to his liking. Missionary.
The tip of him pokes at the entrance of you, teasing in and out. Soon enough he enters you slowly making both of you moan together.
You still wrap and fit around his member smug as ever, and he could not believe it. The feeling of familiarity of being inside you sends him into a moaning mess with each stroke. You can’t contain your moans and screams. He feels way too good. 
Jimin begins to deep-stroke you by pulling all the way out and slamming back in. You scream his name out in pleasure as your nails scratch up his toned back. Wet sounds fill the room with him picking up his pace. You take a glimpse of him only to admire his figure right now. Forehead forming sweat beads while he groans and moans biting his plump pink lips.
Your breathing becomes faster when that familiar feeling soon starts to take over. You turn your head to the side and let out a string of moans. Jimin isn’t having that though. His hand grabs your face gently and makes you make eye contact with him. Your legs start shaking as your head tilts back moans getting more faster. You finally let out one last one in sync with him, his hot sperm shoots inside of you.
Jimin pulls out, breathing heavily and collapses ontop of you. You let out a small grunt with the sudden extra body upon you, then giggle at him when he lays his head lays against your chest. This is what you wanted. He’s true. He’s sorry. 
‘’ I love you.”
That word surprises you. You weren’t prepared for it. Somehow though, you enjoy the fact that he’s said it to you. Love. Jimin’s love. Your love. 
‘’ I love you much more Jimin.’’ 
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Now that I finally finished eating my teddy bear cereal; I am ready to comment on this concerning issue that has plagued our nation. 
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i would like to extend my greatest thanks to the anon in my askbox who reminded me of the lesson number, @barbwife​ and @arottenwar​ who have stood by the true notions of honesty of our nation in these trying times. 
BARBATOS HAVING A FLAT ASS IS PROPAGANDA!! !!
At first, I would like to ask you if you are aware of the relationship that exists in global communication between public relations and propaganda - this is exactly what allowed them the power to lie. Using bandwagon, unreliable testimonials in this case has helped the Hypodermic Needle Theory develop with such claims.
EVIDENCE NUMBER 1:
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WHO WOULD YOU TRUST MORE ABOUT THE QUALITY OF ONE’S ASS IF NOT OUR SAVIOR ASMODEUS? WHO DARES TO CLAIM BE A BIGGER EXPERT? I am frankly still shocked that the propaganda has managed to spread so far but that is because obey me often dismisses Asmo on the sidelines. People tend to forget his infinite wisdom.
EVIDENCE NUMBER 2: Solomon told me himself that he used a spell to shrink the perception of Barbatos’ ass because he kept alerting enemies and hoes alike with the clapping.
EVIDENCE NUMBER 3: Diavolo makes Barbatos wear a uniform that absolutely covers his ass because then Barbatos’ ass outshines him as the future king. He told me, we had a therapy session with tissues and everything.
EVIDENCE NUMBER 4: @midnight-dome​ has brought forth some photos which show person A (Barb) standing next to person B (Luke) and claimed his ass could not be found on a map. I urge the court to dismiss these as false narratives. Simply because, allow me to ask both the court and the audience: When you take a photo of the moon or the sun - does it show the same glory of such big dumpatruck shine objects? Exactly, his ass is like that. The paradoxical beauty that can only be gazed at by the naked eye makes his ass even more special.
EVIDENCE NUMBER 5: (i feel this is the right place to end it) Do you remember what sport Barbatos excells at? Do you have any idea of how you can ruin his figure skating by claiming this propaganda as truth? WHEN HAVE YOU SEEN A FLAT ICE SKATER? 
In conclusion, I do not ask - I demand; that a public apology be issued to mister Barbatos big juicy ass dumpatruck a thon. Thank you.
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TSUKISHIMA KEI - INSUFFERABLE AND IMPOSSIBLE
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summary - after spending more time with a classmate, tsukishima finds himself caring more than what he’d like leading to you both reaching your limits - angst
warnings - cursing
an - i might do a part 2 i really wanna. this is also kinda rushed i’m kinda under time pressure rn so i might improve later or go into more depth in a later part
Your usual routine in the morning would be to get ready, meet your boyfriend outside your house, walk to school together (Wednesdays and Fridays Yamaguchi would join the two of you), change your shoes at your lockers and finally say your short goodbyes as you both departed to your separate classes. That was how things usually ran.
Not for the past two weeks however.
Tsukishima was a man of routine. He liked things to be in order and found satisfaction in things fitting in place, the fact that the usual routine the pair of you shared had been broken recently did not sit well with him and he knew exactly who was the ultimate cause of it.
Hara Itsuki.
His teeth would grit whenever he heard that name, a discreet but stewing anger would boil inside him and it didn’t help that sometimes you were oblivious to the middle blockers change in demeanor.
In your defense though you sometimes found Tsukishima hard to read. He was a sarcastic piece of shit with a tongue too sharp for his own good. It wasn’t rare for your boyfriend to take a hit at people out of nowhere. Tsukishima wasn’t the type to openly express genuine emotions either so it would’ve been hard to pick out his particular distaste towards Hara.
Hara Itsuki was a boy in your class who had recently come to ask for your assistance in literature. You, being the kind and helpful girl you were raised to be, agreed to help him after school while your boyfriend would be at practise.
You hadn’t intended to spend time with your classmate outside of the one hour after school you tutored him in, but the more you spoke with the boy, the more you found you had in common and found him easy to confide in.
At first Tsukishima didn’t care about your new friendship with your classmate, he wasn’t insecure or bothered by it and it’s not like he had any valid point to argue against it at first, but those one hour tutor sessions became 2 hour meet ups after school and a few lunchtimes a week you would be missing from your regular spot at your usual table as you would be eating elsewhere with your new friend.
This began to raise concern with Tsukishima but his pride wouldn’t allow him to confront you just yet at least.
It wasn’t until 4 weeks into your sudden new bond with Hara, Tsukishima felt himself edge towards the end of his relatively thin patience. The two of you rarely spoke due to Tsukishima’s everlasting bad mood and when you did speak, all you’d talk about is how great this Hara Itsuki was and quite frankly, the middle blocker would rather rip his own ears off than listen to what you’d have to say about this boy.
Yamaguchi would sometimes bring up your absence of late but it would always end in Tsukishima telling him to “Shut up.” and the boy would comply.
It wasn’t just Yamaguchi who noticed the effect your absence had on your boyfriend. The rest of the volleyball team noticed the tall middle blocker had become more hostile and cold towards everyone. Rarely talking to anyone and snapping at them when he did. Kageyama and Hinata made mental notes to keep out of his way for the time being and hold back on the provocative comments and snide remarks.
“Tsukishima, are you -uh, well you know -”
“Spit it out already.” The middle blocker spat.
“Are you missing Y/N?”
Everyone in the gym went silent. Tanaka took a step back from Tsukishima once he saw the look in his eye from his question.
“What sort of question is that? I couldn’t care less about the girl and who she's hoeing about with.”
The team stood wide eyed not sure on how to respond to such hostility.
Sugawara took it upon himself to attempt to diffuse the heavy tension in the air.
“Hey, If Tsukishima-san says he’s fine then we should just take his word for it and let it be.”
“But he’s obviously not fine. His blocking has been off and he’s not as observant on the court like he usually is. Quite frankly it’s annoying he can’t get it together, if we were playing in real matches right now we’d be thrashed within the first set because he can’t get a grip.”
All eyes turned to Kageyama. In truth, Kageyama had only said what was on his and potentially most of the team’s mind. The genius setter held a glare towards his teammate as he awaited a reply for his blunt comment.
“Sorry not all of us are fucking geniuses with no emotion. I don’t want to hear anything from you when your middle school teammates didn’t even want to play with you because of how selfish and obsessed you were. If Y/N wants to be a whore that’s fine I’ll deal with it myself, but I don't need any of you nosy imbeciles invading into my personal life!”
Tsukishima’s patience had finally snapped and nobody dared speak a word.
“I think we should call it a night. This isn’t a good atmosphere to be training in and I think we all need to clear our heads.” Daichi spoke up as both Asahi and Sugawara nodded.
The gym was cleared in silence and the team began to slowly disperse out the gym.
“Hang on a minute Tsukishima. I think we should have a quick chat.”
Tsukishima mentally cursed but approached Daichi anyway. Who was he to deny his captain and upperclassman’s request.
The two were the only ones left in the gym and Daichi patted the bench next to the court as they sat down.
“Listen, I know you’re going through a rough patch with your girlfriend right now and I’m by no means trying to invade or involve myself into your personal life but, from what we witnessed tonight it’s clear to me that it seems to be affecting the teams dynamic and that is my concern.”
Tsukishima couldn’t quite find the right words to respond to Daichi. It’s not like he could pull out a snarky remark about how he didn’t care about his girlfriends actions because deep down he knew he did in fact care and apparently more so than what he led himself on to believe.
“I’m not telling you what to do. Only you can decide how to handle the situation but I advise talking to L/N about how you’re really feeling. I know you’re not the most expressive person, but I also know that you do have a genuine concern for others whether you show it blatantly or not. Talk to her so you can both figure this out. I’m not just saying this for the best interest I have for our team but rather my best interest in you. Regardless if you want it, myself and all the others are concerned for you and want you to feel like you can rely on us.”
“Yeah. I’ll have a chat with her tonight.” The middle blocker stared at the ground as he began to rise from the seat. “I’ll have a think about everything.”
Daichi gave the first year a soft smile and patted his back.
“Good. Nobody’s mad at you, we’re just worried. Even Kageyama.”
To this Tsukishima snorted. “Whatever you say.”
“The kid’s blunt but he does care about you in his own way.”
After Daichi finished locking the gym up, both players said their respective goodbyes and went their separate ways.
Tsukishima made his way home but was stopped by the sight of you and Hara talking and laughing outside the school gates. Just from having that pep talk from Daichi was enough to encourage him to finally confront you. Not because he cared but for the greater good of the team, well that’s what he told himself anyway.
“Oh hi Kei...”
You nervously smiled at your boyfriend's irked expression.
“Oh so you do remember my name?” he sharply hissed at you.
Tsukishima had initially intended to have a civil conversation between the two of you, but seeing that bastard Hara standing there with a smug expression fuelled his hostility towards the whole situation.
“W-what? Of course I remember your name! You’re my boyfriend!” You replied as you fidgeted under his intense stare.
“Oh am I? Because from the way I see it, this loser over here seems to be your boyfriend rather than me.”
“What are you talking about?!”
“Don’t play clueless with me Y/N! If you wanted a side hoe you could’ve just said so and we wouldn’t have wasted time!”
“Side hoe?”
“Yes side hoe! And if you’re degrading me to second best to that thing -” Tsukishima pointed to where the now uncomfortable Hara stood . “- then I don’t want any association with you!”
“You’re insufferable!”
“And you’re impossible!”
Tears began to pool in your eyes as your anger began to flare.
“You know why I spend so much time with Hara-san? I’ll tell you why. He isn’t rude, obnoxious or judgemental. He is always considerate and never brings people down with snide comments and unnecessary insults. I love you Tsukishima, I really do, but right now you’re showing a perfect example of what I’m talking about.”
“If you really loved me we wouldn’t be having this argument. If you really loved me my team wouldn’t have to point out my lack of focus recently. If you really loved me you would’ve just told me the things about me that bother you so much. But none of that has played out has it? So tell me Y/N, do you really love me or am I just a test subject for you to use and compare to other people before you decide to settle down?”
You were in shock. You knew you were spending an increased amount of time with Hara but you didn’t know how big the effect was on Tsukishima.
“Uh, I’m gonna go.” Hara said suddenly as he began to turn to walk away.
“No you’re not. While Y/N is busy thinking about whether she really loves me or if that was just shit pouring out of her mouth, you’re going to tell me what exactly was running through your head approaching a girl who obviously is in a relationship.”
“For literature, I needed help.”
“And you got it. So why are you still hanging around her like some lost puppy?”
You finally had enough. Snapping your gaze up to Tsukishima you gave him a deadly glare.
“Will you shut up? Questioning my love for you like I’m some sort of slut who tests the water with every boy. I have never ever once complained about any girls approaching you to confess their love for you. I’ve never once stepped out of line. I’ve always supported you Kei.”
“Dont ‘Kei’ me L/N. You have no right to complain about the confessions I get because I turned each and every one of them down and for you. I know I was genuine to you but it was clearly not reciprocated. You’ve wasted enough of my time I’m fucking done. Messing up my performance in volleyball and making me look stupid, I’m done with you L/N, go have fun comparing Hara to other boys when you’re done trying him out.”
And with that Tsukishima turned around and stormed off out the gates.
You stood there speechless. You knew Tsukishima could be cold and make uncalled for remarks but this hurt. Him denying your feelings and calling you out to be like some sort of whore.
Hara wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his chest.
“Hey it’s gonna be okay. You deserve better than that four eyed loser anyway Y/N.”
You didn’t particularly want to be comforted by Hara right now. In fact you wanted to be away from the boy who had contributed in homewrecking your first real relationship whether that was his intention or not but, you also didn’t have the physical or mental strength to push him away just yet. You needed someone and Hara just happened to be there.”
Sniffling into his chest you nodded slightly as you wondered if Tsukishima was upset or if this whole break up had no effect on him. You thought the latter as your anger towards him grew.
“He probably doesn’t give a shit anyways. It’s not like he can’t have a replacement for me by now anyways. He probably does have a girl waiting on the side for him as we speak.” You snarled as Hara pulled you closer to him.
“Probably, what a man whore. He doesn’t deserve you Y/N.”
You walked home with Hara that night trying to take your mind off of what had happened. The thought of Tsukishima not being bothered or phased by the break up lingered at the back of your head though.
What you were unaware of was that Tsukishima had immediately let his tears fall as soon as he reached the safety of his own room, and rather than watching dinosaur documentaries or studying, he spent the whole night in his room silently sobbing and wishing he could turn back time. He had loved you in his own way and would’ve worked on improving his snarkiness for the sake of you if only you had brought it up to him. But you didn’t and for that, Tsukishima stayed up all night tear stained wondering if you had ever really loved him the way he loved you.
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power106hq · 3 years
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𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙴𝙽𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚃 𝙴𝙿𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙳𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙾: 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚃𝙻𝙸𝙽𝚂, 𝙿𝙾𝚆𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝚄𝚃𝚂, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚀𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚃.
QUEENS COURT is now LIVE! Powered by Power 106 FM in partnership with TSMADISON and KHIA. At 9:30, court will be accepting callers (anons) to send in their own thoughts about the past two weeks. To close the show, KHIA and TS will issue out presents to the celebrities discussed in the recap. Click below to stream the full episode!
TS MADISON: We are live baby! Welcome viewers and callers to Queens Court starring myself and the legendary Ms.Khia Thug Misses! We are going to get right into the gig tonight and waste no time. Now remember that everything said is alleged unless we say otherwise. We don’t need any of these rich folk trynna get us shut down or give us gag orders. Starting off this episode we’re gonna get THE COURT OF TRENDS out of the way. Miss.Khia the people would like to know your thoughts on this whole Chi and Poppy situation. To clarify, we’re talking about both the arrest in Paris as well as the leaked messages this past Friday.
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KHIA: Chile this first case is coming in straight from desks over at TMZ. Reportedly Chi and Poopy were arrested and banned from France. These two were at a gay club in Paris, got drunker than the Cooter Brown, and ended up bumping shoulders and coochies with foreign carpetmunchers in jail. Now if I’m being completely honest, I expect this kinda behavior from Poopy muffler pussy having ass but Chi?! No ma’am! Now at first, I didn’t know what to make of this shit other than Poopy finally sinking her shit crumb infected claws into poor ole Chi. But, chile more news done broke that Chi done got outed for being a bulldagger? Chi, I really don’t know what to tell you other than go monkey stomp Poopy ass blind! She did that shit on purpose girl, and we all know why. Don’t trust no skillet bitch!
TS: Wait, what you mean by skillet bitch?
KHIA: Pans, skillets, griddles: that’s what we call the girls who like anything! I’m sending Poopy long titty ass to the electric chair for setting that girl up like that. NEXT CASE!
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TS: Moving onto the next trending topic we have Lolita who was admitted into rehab about a week after being photographed snorting what the people are saying is cocaine. Now, Miss.Khia how do we feel about everything going on with Miss.Lolita?
KHIA: I would like to be the first to say this, all y’all favorite artists done played in the sugar before. However, some play harder than others. I guess Lullaby was the MVP this week.
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TS: Lullaby?
KHIA: Yes, we call her Lullaby because the only thing the bitch can do for me is put me to sleep with them tired ass songs! Now, I’m not sure why everybody acting shocked and surprised. I personally don’t feel no ways about this dumbass bitch and this loser ass situation. Bitch, keep yo’ nose out them powdered donuts. Y’all should’ve gotten her tired ass some help years ago. This the same bitch that was gettin’ fisted by shady oaks biker gangs in her videos as soon as she turned eighteen. The bitch done always seemed slow and delayed to me so this is really no surprise. Now, the people are saying that this was all a stunt to promote this tired ass album she's releasing soon after they take the ball and chain off them decrepit ass ankles. I personally don’t think that’s the case. However! If that is the case, bitch imma be the first to tell you, we don’t care. We didn’t care when they dragged yo’ ass in the cage, and we not gon’ give a damn when you get out. So what makes you think we got give a damn when you drop that foot dragging ass album? I’m sentencing this cokewhore to an extension on that rehab sentence. We the people don’t want you out of that building until you can put out a hit record! NEXT CASE!
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TS: Lord have mercy. Alright y’all moving on from the court of trends, we are going to be handling a case in CIVIL COURT. Now, there’s a new collaboration with Sashabelle and Audriella out. Some of the people lived and some of the people think Audriella should sue Miss.Sasha for ruining the song. Now I’mma give MY opinion: I personally lived for the song. I lived for Miss.Belles and the vocals. Miss. Khia how do you feel about the R.E.M. remix?
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KHIA: Yes, well I was truly enjoying the song at first. I thought the two sounded really good together harmonizing n’ shit in the beginning. But... then we get to the end of Audriella’s verse, and we’re all waiting to get what we need from Sashabelle right? Instead we got chitlins! I told y’all to stop putting Mama Odie old ass on y’all songs back when I was on my red couch! I can’t remember one time Stinkabelle actually made the song better. You got Audriella talking ‘bout La Perla and Vicky Secret, and then we got Mama Odie starting her verse off with a hot ass “...Aye ‘dere bwoy.” No no no bitch! That shit was trash bitch I don’t care what y’all say. Keep that old hoe off y’all songs! This bitch can’t find herself on the charts if it ain’t a chopped and slopped verse added to someone else’s shit. TS tell me I’m lyin’.
TS: 
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The people are tired of the we shall overcome plantation rituals and now you breathin’ yo’ delayed ass over everyone else songs trynna be that bitch you once were. If y’all really want a hit call the queen and I’ll be happy to help for the right price. I’m gonna sentence Sashabelle’s country ass to another mandatory session of remedial English classes. Next time I hear yo’ ass get on a song with that country bumpkin’ ass shit, I’ma personally send yo’ ass to the electric chair. NEXT CASE!!!
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TS: We’ll be finishing off the show today with another segment of JUVENILE COURT aka YOUNG DUMB & FULL OF CUM. On the docket we have reported complaints about a group of artists who attended this passing Saturday’s charity football game and started twerkin’ and gyratin’ in front of the tv. Miss. Khia do we find the defendants guilty?
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KHIA: Not even sure why you put this shit on the highlighted docket tonight sista. This type of shit really puzzles me more than anything else. So, basically the Alvin Ailey Foundation was having a charity event a few days ago. Everything went as planned and most importantly they raised a good amount of money for the charity. None of these great things can stop a hoe from doing what she does best: hoe. We the people summon in Audriella, Amilli, Mulatto, and Viva La Vita. Here we have a forty year old bedazzler, a white man’s whore, and two knock kneed mothers. Veronica, bitch you’re forty. I would leave it at that but obviously it hasn’t clicked yet. Stop tryna live in the glory days bitch you is washed up, fucked out, and dried. That music ain’t selling and that ass ain’t movin’, pack it up. Audriella, now I will admit your confidence is somewhat inspiring. Any slave that is willing to go out and publicly be a melon muncher is brave in my book. But for you to let the tribe down twice? It’s flat out disrespectful. I hope that mayo monster knocked you upside yo’ head when you got home. Amilli and Mulatto, please go be mothers. That’s all we ask you nothin’ ass hoes to do. It’s almost like that’s the only time we hear anything from you hoes, its never about y’all doing motherly shit. I’m sure there were kids at the charity event too. Just a shame. I sentence all four of you to house arrest effective immediately. That way y’all can focus on what’s really important. NEXT CASE!!!
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TS: Okay that is all the time we have for cases today. The lines are open for callers if the people want to chime in and tell us how they feel about the past two weeks.
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wychive · 3 years
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𝙝𝙤𝙜𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 - 𝙧𝙫𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙬. 𝙠. 𝙝𝙟.
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fic type // headcannons
pairing(s) // none
warning(s) // profanity, underaged alchohol drinking
author’s note // ok so i decided to make him exist in the same timeline as harry and the others during the movies/books so everything that happens in those happens in this headcannon as well! i added a little glossary of wizarding world terms at the end so non-hp fans could understand as well (credit to hp wiki for some of the meanings!)
general taglist // @noya-sannnn, @crvgio, @luthenia
send an ask to be in my gen. taglist !
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𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
crush culture - conan gray
blueberry eyes - max ft suga of bts
sales - renee
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very creative, always writing songs to express himself
either in the great hall or at the quidditch court benches
he says that those places inspire him the most
has a pet snow owl named bunny
says he named it that because whenever it leaps, it looks like a small rabbit
excels in literally every class
his O.W.L. score appeared to be in the top three across the wizarding world
could read 2-3 novels in a day
holds grudges for usually a week or two
especially with someone who beats him to the first position in class
prefers being alone but he’s always seen with his other halves
friends with slytherin san & hufflepuff seonghwa
the weasley twins refer to them as the troublesome trio
his humour is immaculate 
LOVES herbalogy 
snape has a complicated relationship with him because sometimes he would praise him and other times he would whack him with a book
dumbledore would let him use his study to stargaze at night aka many many sleepless nights
the BEST tutor anyone could ask for because he is really patient and would give you little praises if you succeed in something
quidditch keeper, wears number eight
was originally not the sport-iest but was proven wrong when he became the best quidditch keeper among the four houses
is a pureblood but loves the muggle world
almost became a death eater but said no because ‘voldemort looks weird’
has a high tolerance for alcohol so he would be seen drinking two cups of butterbeer in a day
his laughs make everyone head over heels for him
honestly has the best smile in hogwarts
has had a crush on harry potter three times because of his awkwardness pls
seamus and ginny had a crush on him because of his giggles and the way his voice just make them m e l t
would always get invited to the yule ball but would just go alone because he believes bros before hoes
would stay back for christmas because he likes looking at the snow falling from the the ravenclaw tower
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𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙮
harry potter (gryffindor), ginny weasley (gryffindor), the weasley twins (gryffindor), seamus finnigan (gryffindor), snape (professor), dumbledore (professor), voldemort (villain) - harry potter characters
pureblood - an offspring of two parents who are of magic ability. most of them hate on half-bloods and muggles
butterbeer - a popular drink at the three broomsticks inn
death eater - voldemort’s followers/army
muggle world - human world
great hall - a hall for hogwarts feasts, study sessions, emergency situations
ravenclaw tower - where the ravenclaw dorm is located
O.W.L. - is a standardised subject-specific test taken during hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry students’ fifth year
yule ball -  a formal christmas celebration, which was held for students of wizarding schools who participated in the triwizard tournament
herbalogy -  is the study of magical and mundane plants and fungi, making it the wizarding equivalent to botany
quidditch - a sport for wizards and witches,, it’s basically soccer but with flying broomsticks
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I’m kinda new to the ball fam so what happened between melo and Ashley
Ashley and melo been on and off ever since she stopped thinking he was annoying since he was starting to get more popular off his viral basketball videos (half court , 92 pt. Etc) and one of Ashley’s (Bella) friend been liking Melo since like the 6th grade anf her and melo had a lil thing and Ashley knew but still wanted to get with melo and melo ended up choosing Ashley . And they’ve been on and off ever since he went public (on his 16th birthday) but apparently Ashley cheated on Melo with Scottie pippen jr. while he was at Lithuania . But melo’s hoe ass took her back and he’s been talking to other girls on the low while they got back together . And then around his 17th birthday they got back together and everything seemed to be going good for once they finally seemed like a functional couple . But one day Ashley posted a pic in her lingerie with a suspect caption and started liking comments saying she dropped him , she was single , and was finna wild out , and then a couple of us thought she cheated on melo with Ray because her and Ray started hanging out a lot without melo and she even went to Melos house when he was in Ohio to see Ray and they went to Disney world together . But she said she didn’t cheat , and that she spent too many night crying over him and that “ nothings ever enough for a guy like him” the breakup was pretty public . But now her and Ray are like “best friends” they have private gym sessions together and go out on lil smoothie dates , but melo is his “bRoThEr”
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therealtsmadison · 5 years
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Ok Houston after we leave DC Monday nov 12... we headed to Y’all to celebrate my boo @tim_bae birthday party and babeeee court will be in session ‼️‼️Get yo tickets 🎫 @tim_bae (@make_repost) ・・・ HOUSTON AND SURROUNDING AREAS... I NEED Y’ALL TO SHOW UP TO JURY DUTY ON TIME OR YOU HOES WILL RECEIVE A CITATION AND WARRANTS WILL BE OUT FOR YOUR ARREST!!! 😂😂😂 SO COME JOIN @therealtsmadison AND I AS WE DROP THE GAVEL ON OUR VERDICTS!!! @thequeenscourtofficial #Houston #QueensSupremeCourt https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp5nogQAFuV/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1byjcv3yv2tur
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talkbroadcast · 2 years
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Evening Chat Session with Terry Dwayne Ashford From Room #347 Extended Stay America Hotel Tyson Corner "They ALL Call You The Word" hoping you didn't hear them! LOL I guess I am a CLOWN!
Evening Chat Session with Terry Dwayne Ashford From Room #347 Extended Stay America Hotel Tyson Corner “They ALL Call You The Word” hoping you didn’t hear them! LOL I guess I am a CLOWN!
TWEET STATION NEWS with Terry Dwayne Ashford, Chief Writer & Editor Terry Dwayne Ashford Broadcasts from Room #347 posed to have been taken by FRAUD, Management of the HOTEl Posing as LIKE HIM and then sued for the BUSINESS owned by Terry Dwayne Ashford the Occupant – the point is the same as OJ Simpson – was to push and shove into the court room where a judge is waiting to side with the HOES in…
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femininenachos · 6 years
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I'm thirsty af right now after watching women's singles and I need more tennis ai headcanons. What is Lexa's favourite spot to be massaged? Do they do it in the locker room? Are there any angsty bits where she refuses to sleep with Clarke so she can keep her head in the game? IS SHE SPONSORED BY SUBARU? 😭
Locker room hookups? 👀 Let’s just say Clarke has zero control over her thirst when Lexa’s all bronzed and glistening with sweat from those gruelling training sessions under the scorching sun…
Lexa does have a strict rule about no sex during tournaments because she’s a superstitious hoe. She channels her frustrations into her game, strutting and scowling around the court, extra force in every shot, her grunts and yells louder than usual. She shreds her opponents in 25 minutes, completely destroys them. Part of it’s the sheer determination and drive to win but she’s also severely sexually frustrated and full of rage about this self-imposed torture. After each point she wins she looks up at Clarke in the stands with a dark look, face like thunder.
And while Clarke understands, she isn’t happy about this rule. At all.
They even have separate rooms because there’s no way can they trust themselves to share a bed. They don’t even get to see each other alone, except for a few minutes here and there. There are always people hovering around—Anya, Titus, tournament officials, the media, other players—so they have to behave. Objectively, Clarke knows it’s for the best but she’s grumpy too, snappish with everyone.
But when they do get some alone time? The steamy make outs. 🔥🔥🔥 Anya polices them, allows 5 minutes max before she has to barge in and chase Clarke out the room.
Clarke’s spitting mad about the interruption and Anya reminds them, “you guys ASKED for this.”
Meanwhile, Lexa’s a picture: eyes like saucers; mouth hanging open, all pink and wet from kissing; ponytail askew; shirt off, but at least her sports bra still preserves her modesty.
Stony-faced, Anya just tosses Clarke’s pants at her and walks out the door.
Next time she only waits three minutes.
LEXA IS SPONSORED BY SUBARU, YES. (And Gatorade.)
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hopeishappinessff · 6 years
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Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 11
Chris
Sitting halfway slouched in the cushioned cherry wood chair across from the matching cherry wood desk of Dr. Yates, I kept my head low and my face tucked shamefully in the palms of my hands. I couldn't even look this lady in the fucking face without feeling guilty. She told me that I should always be comfortable talking to her, no matter what the topic was. She explained that it was her job to provide “necessary healing to my mind” and as easy as it may have seemed to pass judgement after observing my behavior, she didn't receive her doctorate to judge me. As much sense as that made, I found it hard as hell to simply pour this shit out to this woman, seeing as she apparently knew more about me than I knew about her. Licking her thin rose-tinted lips, she sighed then rested her wooden imprinted pen on the desktop and leaned forward with her hands crossed. She stared at me, long and hard. Curiosity filled her mind, but it wasn’t as if she was in awe at how fucking stupid I could possibly be, based on the things that I swallowed my pride for and relayed to her during these sessions. Oh no... she vowed to never look down on any of her clients and it became apparent that she wouldn't view me any different, although unbeknownst to me my case seemed a bit more severe. "Christopher, the only way that we'll get through this is if you tell me your story. Tell me your feelings while they’re fresh on your mind at this very moment and tell me what you felt when it happened." She spoke softly and solemnly as if a mere inch of difference in her tone would trigger the depths of me. Her voice was comforting, no lie, but I wasn't in the mood to pry into my own thoughts to tell her what she needed to know. I was well aware that my silence was only stretching this session past its required time limit and it was making her job that much more difficult. But she remained patient and continued to gaze at me, hoping that I would eventually cooperate and spill the beans. I'd told her every other delicate detail from my childhood in Virginia, my relationship with my family, the birth of my son and the relationship I shared with his mother, and the most intriguing portion of my life... my relationship and bond with Hope. I told her about the step brother that I fought for many years to keep under wraps, the peculiar relationship that I had with my father, and even the pinpointed cause of all my troubles... the dual personalities that had me sitting in her office at this very moment. After revealing so much of me to her in less time than it took me to even tell Hope half of my damn story in all the years I’d known her, I still couldn't bring myself to tell her the simple little discovery I made earlier in the day. To top it off, it'd been days since my last recalled interaction with another person. After Tawny left my room the morning after she cried and poured her heart out to me, I shifted into a world of seclusion and couldn't quite figure out why or how to get out of it. "Christopher..." My entire body flinched at the feeling of her fingertips against my right shoulder. After realizing that I'd sat there for that long, wondering why I was even there in the first place, I noticed that she'd gotten up from her seat and relocated to the edge of her desk closest to me. "You've got to talk to me some time or another. I can't help you if you don't help yourself by communicating with me." She was right... hell, more than right, but I didn't even have the energy to recount all that I knew about this incident. With a long, drawn out sigh I finally removed my hands from my flushed face and slowly leaned back in the chair. I could tell she was able to relax a bit more after I sat back just by the way she adjusted herself comfortably on the corner of the desk, as if she just knew I was ready to talk. Smiling warmly at my actions, she eased a small strand of hair behind her ear and stared at me "Now that you've chosen to actually acknowledge me, would you like to discuss what happened?"
Glancing quickly in her direction, I sighed and allowed my eyes to rest behind my closed lids. "I don't remember all of what happened, but the part that I do remember is why I'm here before our actual scheduled date..." … I spotted the girl on my way into the student union after practice. It was a little after eight fifteen p.m. and luckily for us, coach got a call from his wife in the middle of practice saying that he needed to be home for the arrival of his in-laws at eight thirty. Of course, this asshole was gonna stretch the damn practice to the last possible minute and I was more than thankful when his wife called a second time and told him to get his ass home. I was starving my ass off and I wanted nothing more than to grab a few chicken sandwiches from Chick-Fil-A, get back to my room, and gobble that shit down right before some well-deserved rest. I sort of... moseyed to the line, mainly because I was tryna catch my breath from the four and a half hour drill we'd just endured... and partially because there was a girl shamelessly eye fucking me from the table she sat at with about three other thirsty bitches. By her blatant lust, I could tell she didn't really seem to give much of a fuck about the other three sitting there gawking at me as well... she actually looked like she would snatch a bitch by the tracks if they stepped in her path. I couldn't hold back the grunt of laughter at the sight... hoes on this campus just ain't give two fucks, I swear! Snatching up two sandwiches from the heating compartment, I turned and headed toward the cash registers to pay for my meal. I continued to watch ole girl from the corner of my eye as I made my transaction and by the time I made my way to the sliding glass doors to exit, she'd already strutted over to me in her four-inch stilettos. "Twenty?" She asked, sensual smirk, sexual body language and all. I stared at her momentarily, wondering why so many people seemed to know me more for a number that I hadn't even displayed to the public yet than by my own damn name. Slithering my tongue out, in an absolutely non-sexual manner, I tilted my head a bit and squinted at her "Chris, actually."
She nodded and cleared her throat, smirk seemingly permanent on her bubbly face. Within seconds I'd scanned her body. She had to be about 5'3 or 5'4 excluding the stripper shoes of course. The skinny jeans she wore did more than hug her thick, ample thighs... they nearly left my mouth watering with just how tight they were. Her black tank snuggled against her, oh... I’d say about size D breasts, which were partially covered by her popped collar jean jacket. Her hair was wild and curly, one side braided intricately, the rest wildly cascading over the rest of her head and stopping just about mid back. Last but not least, her face. It was the complexion of a sugar daddy candy and looked just as sweet as the delectable treat. Her makeup was a little over the top and bright as hell, but it was still cute and suitable for her. She was a bad bitch, no lie... looked a little high sadity and stuck the fuck up, but that was nothing some good dick couldn't humble down. "Look, I can read body language, facial expressions, and eyes," Easing forward and resting her hand against my sore abdomen, she tucked her bottom lip into her mouth and raised her glossy gaze to my eyes, "And your sexy body, gorgeous face, and mesmerizing ass eyes are spelling something pretty clear to me right now."
Eyeing her hand against my stomach, completely humored by the seriousness of her otherwise dumb as hell statement, I chuckled and shook my head, "Oh really sweetheart... what's that?" "You want this pussy as bad as I want that dick." She stated, flat out, full of confidence, no questions asked. With her right hand as my guide, my left hand became glued to her ass and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't in awe of the plumpness of that shit. With no further exchange of words, I followed closely as she gripped my wrist tight and led me out of the Student Union. … Staring directly ahead, I waited patiently for the slew of dirty remarks I just knew had to be coming from Dr. Yates. Much to my surprise, the room remained quiet for the next few seconds. My thoughts consumed me and her presence was nearly forgotten as I stared off into space, contemplating what could have taken over me just yesterday to have my ass sitting up in this damn office today. “Is that where the story ends?” Dr. Yates inquired, never moving a muscle. I was a little startled by her sudden query and even more surprised when she remained still after my story. I nodded my head and kept my eyes glued to the burgundy curtains blowing lightly against the windowsill behind her black leather chair. I still couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes because I was pretty sure at that point, we could both very well piece together the remainder of the story after me and the girl left the Student Union. “And you mentioned something regarding what happened this morning… would you like to discuss that as well?” Hell nah I ain’t wanna discuss it, but I knew I had to in order to give myself a bit of relief and to give her a bit more insight into my mind.
“I didn’t know where I was this morning,” Pausing to give myself a moment to mentally gather all that I could remember between last night and this morning, I licked my lips and sighed, “I was expecting to wake up in either my room or Hope’s, but I didn’t. My clothes were all over this random floor, my shirt was ripped, and…” She nodded slowly and stared at me, waiting patiently for me to continue… “The girl… that same girl from the Union food court was there… right there, beside me. She was asleep… and naked.” Standing suddenly from the edge of the desk, Dr. Yates casually made her way back around to her seat.
“So what you’re saying is, both you and the female were completely nude when you awoke in this… foreign environment?” She confirmed, scribbling lightly on a small notepad beside her wooden pen. I nodded and sighed in relief. As much as I didn’t wanna admit it, it felt good to get this shit off my chest. Jotting down a few more notes in the small notepad, Dr. Yates finally closed the pad and slipped it, along with the pen back into the confines of the top-right drawer of her desk. She slid her glasses down over the bridge of her nose, resting them on her desk, and smiled at me. “Christopher, I would like you to know something. As many times as I convey to you that I am your psychiatrist, the one person in your life who swore and took an oath to never judge or ridicule you, I understand that it is difficult… more difficult than ever for you to sit here and pour your true feelings, all of your emotions, and your frightening experiences out to me.” “It is okay for you to feel this way… I would never attempt to force you out of your comfort zone in any way. I ask you to give me your feelings. I ask you to tell me your stories. I ask you to let me hear your voice. It is up to you, and only you, to share bits and pieces, or maybe even all, of your life with me,” Standing once more from the revolving chair stationed on the opposite side of the desk, she made her way back to my side, summoning me to stand beside her, “I am here to help you through your trials and tribulations. I do believe that you have a good mind, good heart and good conscience. I will invest every ounce of my abilities into your case and we will put an end to your torture.” Her words were delivered as a promise and I appreciated every bit of the reassurance she gave me. It was hard for me to imagine anyone in their right mind dedicating more than five minutes to figuring out what the hell my problem was and I had to give this woman props for that. She had indeed made a promise to take on my case and fight to the best of her abilities to bring to light what lie in the darkness of my soul. And as much as I tried to fight it and pretend as if I was every bit of normal, I knew damn well that I wasn’t and I knew that it would take all of her skills, much of her time, and a whole lot of patience to get through this shit with me. It was a battle that she was willing to fight and a battle that I prayed that together, we would win. Hope I laughed openly and with no restraint. It was the first time in days, weeks even, that the familiarity of bliss oozed from my pores. I’d been so wrapped up in the redundant drama with Chris that I nearly forgot what it was like to just be happy. With Destani as my confidante and both Angel and Cammie supporting and consoling me, I found myself able to forgive and temporarily forget. I didn’t want to resent Chris any longer. I didn’t want our relationship to be completely wasted and pointless, so I sat it all aside and prepared myself to get back into the swing of things. Basking in the presence of Destani, Angel, and Cammie, I sighed after most of the laughter subsided. During previous days, they all seemed to force laughter upon me, telling jokes in attempts to break a smile, doing small acts just hoping to lighten my mood and with every pitiful effort, my mood only seemed to worsen. It took all of the words of encouragement from my aunt and an evening of sincerity with Destani, for reality to rear into existence… I couldn’t mope around forever. We sat below the burnt ginger umbrella in the patio area just outside of Starbucks. The day was perfectly vivid and the wind blew just barely, whisking through the roots of my loose hair with ease. I was so lost in the reality of the pleasant surroundings, that the waving hand of Destani nearly went unseen.
“Earth to Sy… hello, are you there?” She half screeched. Laughing at her effort, I hummed a small response and awaited her reply. “Damn girl, you sitting over here in lala land,” She fussed, furrowing her brows beneath the excessively large framed black glasses shielding her striking green eyes, “Been waving my damn hand for bout five minutes and you just sitting there smiling. You alright?”
Nodding as I sipped a bit of my Frappuccino, I eyed the tiny black spots in the cool confines of my cup “I’m fine.” “Mmhm, by the looks of it, I would say you were fucking day dreaming something serious girl.” Cammie noted. I watched closely as she broke a small piece from her blueberry muffin and cussed as a few crumbs scattered into her lap.
“Day dreaming, thinking too hard, lost the fuck in space, whatever the case may be, you just looked gone and I thought we were about to have to splash some water in your face.” Angel laughed, generating a continuous spout of laughter across the table. I could only shake my head at their analysis of my behavior, seeing as each of them were entirely mistaken. I was simply enjoying my found happiness. I could feel eyes on me and eventually I gave in to the urge to look around to find out who… with one quick glance around, I caught the stare of Destani through her dark tinted glasses. I eyed her for a moment before finally tearing my gaze from her and turning my attention back to the cool sensation in the cup in front me.
“What were you thinking about Sy?” She asked, never breaking her stare. Shaking my head and heaving a sigh, I glanced at her and raked my fingers through my wild mane.
“Oh quit lying girl, we all know what you were thinking about. Hell, that nigga over there prolly know what the hell you were thinking about.” Cammie stated, lazily tossing her finger in the air at some random guy sitting across from us. Destani kept her eyes locked on me and awaited my response but I remained stock still, hoping that Cammie wouldn’t reveal her idea of where my thoughts were. With a grumbled sigh, she flung her head back, sending a mass of raven hued hair into flight.
“Now she wanna play like she don’t know,” She mumbled, smirking through her amusement, “Lemme see, um… Benny’s roommate, perhaps.” She suggested. Without hesitation, I quickly shook my head to disagree and frowned as Destani released a gust of laughter through her nose.
“Really Sy? That’s why you sitting over here smiling to yourself?” She sounded almost disgusted and I continued to shake my head in denial.
“I really wasn’t, seriously Dez.” She shook her head as well and dropped her gaze to the table.
“You don’t have to prove anything to me Sy. If you wanna think about that boy, go ahead. That’s all you have to go off of is thought anyway, right? It’s not like you’ve spoken to him in what, like… a week.” With a sigh, I slouched against the cool bars of the back of my seat and glared down into my lap. She was right. I hadn’t so much as gotten a glimpse of Chris anywhere on campus lately and I was beginning to worry tremendously. “You haven’t?” Angel inquired, shattering my thoughts.
“No, I haven’t.” I confirmed. With the incident that nearly ended our relationship now a thing of the past, I couldn’t possibly imagine what would keep him away from me. My mind raced with possibilities, but I failed to put together a logical reason why he’d done everything possible to avoid me for this long. It wasn’t like Chris to make himself so scarce, nor was it like either of us to go this long without some form of contact… -- With haste, I made my way through the glass doors of Rooker Hall and delivered a warm smile to the girl behind the front desk. She returned a tight-lipped smile and eyed me closely as I eased toward the elevators. As if right on cue, the doors slid open and I scurried forward, easing my way into the corner closest to operating pad. The gentle ding rang out throughout the compact space and I waited patiently for the doors to glide open. With a sigh and a hesitant glance down the hall, I made my way down the east wing and paused just outside the door. I stared as though it would unexpectedly sweep open, revealing the both of us to one another. With several seconds passing, I finally raised a perspired and trembling hand to knock against the wooden barrier. The response felt like hours and the buoyant footsteps nearing the door broke me from my stupor. Expecting that bright, vibrant golden face to greet me upon the swing of the door, I smiled impulsively and almost gasped aloud at a totally different pair of brown eyes glaring back at me. “Hey Sy.” Benny muttered, smiling cordially. The smile never left my face and my frozen stance of shock ultimately melted away. I hadn’t had any form of contact with Benny since I’d last seen him in the library after he’d caught Chris and I in a compromising position in their room. I often wondered if Chris had even spoken a civilized word to him since that awkward moment. “Hey,” Releasing a small muffled gust of air through my nose, I fretfully shifted my weight to my left leg, “How are you?”
He nodded and whisked his tongue out over his fleshy lips “I’m good, I’m good. You know… just… just managing,” Pausing and locking his eyes on me, he stared as if he was struck by a sudden thought, “How… how’ve you been, Sy?” The way he eyed me and the question he asked caught me off guard, but my composure remained on point as my weight continued to swap between legs, “I’ve been… good.”
With a break of silence between the two of us, my nerves felt as though they were shattering throughout my body. I nearly fell victim to the telltale signs of an anxiety attack as I contemplated turning and marching out of his sight. The thought was quickly nearing a reality, but before I could get one leg in motion, he eased the door further open. “Why don’t you come in?” He slid back against the wall just behind the door and motioned for me to step forward into the room. With a sigh and a brief attempt to compose myself, I stepped through the barrier, pausing momentarily to take in the surroundings. Their room looked about the same as I’d last seen it and surprisingly, it was quite orderly for the combined abilities of two boys. My eyes swiftly drifted to Chris’s space and I couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of a small stack of my belongings nestled in the corner of the wall and his pillows. It was beyond me why he would use my things as decorations for his bed, but it was flattering all the same. Flinching as a gust of air blew past me, I turned just as Benny closed the door and eased through the space beside me to get past. His airy scent struck me and I was caught in trance from the dazzling aroma. I couldn’t avoid staring at his curly head of hair and his back as he moved toward a chair tucked neatly beneath a desk close to his bed.
“You know you can sit down anywhere you like, right?” He said, making himself cozy in his chair. With little hesitation, I made my way to Chris’s bed and raised my gaze to meet his profile as he chuckled cutely.
“You coulda sat over here, you know?” Joining in on his laughter, I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.”
“I didn’t really think about that.” I mumbled. Silence instantly plagued the room and the moment grew awkward. He stared at me, I gazed down at my trembling fingers and my mind raced with hopes of Chris coming through the door any minute. I could feel Benny’s eyes boring into me, but I remained focused on my perspiring hands.
“You know I… I never really got a chance to formally apologize to you.” He said, sounding less than confident bringing the topic to light. Quickly glancing up at him, I silently wondered why, after so long, he would even think to mention the incident again. “Apologize for what?” I muttered, pretending as though I was entirely oblivious to his reference.
“For what happened. You, and… and Chris, and me walking in…”
“I told you before Benny, it’s okay.” I quickly interrupted his speech and relieved him of his oncoming nervous stutter. I didn’t want to force him to relive every detail of what he nearly encountered. “Besides… you should never have to apologize to me for anything that has to do with this room, because it’s yours too.”
“Yeah, but I mean… I know that’s your dude and, you know… I just felt like I was intruding, when I shouldn’t have.” I smiled and nodded to acknowledge his reasoning. Although it only made sense for him to save his apologizes, it was completely fine by me that he felt compelled to extend an apology, but in my eyes… there was simply no need. Although conversation never truly sparked, we weren’t completely swamped in silence for the remainder of my time in Benny’s presence. He managed to keep a bit of chatter going to make the moment less awkward and my appreciation for that grew. The last thing I wanted was to sit in such an intimate space with him, stuck in silence because only time would tell when Chris would arrive. Several minutes passed before I realized we wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
The sound of metal tapping against metal caught my attention, and soon after it caught Benny’s as well. We sat quietly as the door crept open, revealing Chris in a typical pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He never tore his eyes from the ground as he stepped into the room and just moments later, he finally raised his gaze and instantly locked eyes with me. It was evident that he was surprised by my presence when he paused for a second, but he quickly continued on toward his dresser near the end of his bed. Sweeping his gaze toward Benny, he finally paused long enough to allow reality to set in… there I sat, on his bed, with Benny sitting only feet away in his desk chair. 
As if on cue, Benny eased back in the chair and slowly rose to his feet “Aye man, she just came by here to see you, but since you weren’t here I figured I’d sit with her until you showed up.”
Staring at him with not an ounce of emotion on his face, Chris fumbled with his backpack before dropping it onto the floor. With annoyance clear on his face, he frowned deeply and sighed through his nose. After seconds passed and the moment grew intensely awkward, I was relieved when Benny recognized Chris’s apparent shift in attitude and moved swiftly to retrieve his gym bag and shoes. Creeping closer to the door, he peered back at me, glanced at Chris then finally turned the knob to excuse himself from the room. My gaze remained on the door as he exited. I was hoping that moments like these would get old, but Chris seemed to care less that the tension between him and his roommate was thickening day after day. He moved toward his chair tucked beneath his desk and pushed the screen of his laptop open, refusing to acknowledge my presence beside him. I slid closer to the edge of the bed and licked my lips, preparing to ignite a discussion with him. Without warning, he flinched as if I’d reached out to touch him. I frowned as I observed him, stunned by his sudden peculiar behavior. “Where’ve you been for the past few days?” I asked, watching closely as he opened an internet browser and stared blankly at the screen.
“Here.” He mumbled, glancing briefly at me.
“Is everything okay Chris?” Although my original intentions were to have a serious conversation with him for the first time since he’d come here from Syracuse, I opted to change the topic once his demeanor proved to be out of the ordinary. Leaning back in the chair and raising his gaze to the ceiling, he sighed and contorted his features into a distressed expression “I’m fine Sy.” Overwhelmed by his lack of interest in my company and concern for him, I rose promptly from his bed and made haste for the door. I hadn’t heard him rise from the chair but the sudden heat of his body against the back my own froze me immediately in my fast pace. My hand had been raised to the knob of the door by the time he’d reached me and by the time I realized he was in hot pursuit of stopping me, his hand was already curled tightly around mine. “Don’t go.” His warm breath tickled the tip of my ear and the hairs against the back of my neck and arm rose automatically. Why would I stay? Clearly he didn’t want me there… he hadn’t wanted anyone there for the past week. The thought didn’t particularly convince me to believe that he indeed wanted me to stay. We stood in this position for quite some time…. him standing there with some feigned interest in me staying and me standing there fighting nausea because I suddenly realized how forced this all was. I came to the dorm to see him and to start the process of reconstructing what’d been lost in a battle that he failed to fight. I was going to make this work. Though I wasn’t the one to damage it, I was determined to fix my relationship.
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