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prismatica-the-strange · 2 years

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Only the Young | Part 1

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Synopsis: Flashback! You're in high school. First month of junior year. Your main goal? To make it through the next two years unnoticed. But what's this? You seem to have caught the eye of loud, rowdy Eddie Munson. It's his Junior year too and it's his goal to get you out of that shell of yours.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x shy/socially anxious!reader (I'll admit this is a little self indulgent)

The first two parts are more backstory leading up to st4

Part 2

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You take one last look at your watch as you walk into the classroom.

There's only one seat left, way in the back next to Eddie Munson. You could already feel the eyes glaring in your general direction from just sitting close to him.

There's no avoiding it now, not without causing a scene at least, and that was the last thing you wanted. So you hug your binder closer to your chest, bell ringing as you sit down.

You don't fail to notice him, not-so-subtly look over at you like he'd never seen you before.

Good. You think, that was your intent.

8 minutes into class you hear a noise.

"Pst... psst hey!" You glance over at Eddie and he's leaning towards you slightly, "Hi."

Your eyes dart back to your paper, scribbling notes down.

"Hey, can I borrow a pen?" He asks in hushed tones, "I uh, kinda forgot one."

You peak back at him for a moment and he's smiling apologetically.

Keeping your view on the chalkboard, you reach into your bag and hand him a pen.

"Thanks..." it's quiet for a moment as you listen to the teacher, then, "I'm Eddie by the way."

He tries to lean forward enough to see your face when you don't answer, but is stopped when the teacher snaps at him to pay attention. He doesn't say anything else the rest of the class, but you can feel his gaze glued on you.

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You find the empty end of a table and sit down with your tray. You would usually eat outside on the bleachers, but of course it's raining today.

You're poking at your Monday Mystery Meat when a metal lunchbox clangs on the table in front of you, making you jump.

"Sorry, you mind?"

You look up at Eddie with wide eyes for a moment before shaking your head.

"Thanks."

He sits across from you and you keep your head down, focus entirely on the barely digestible food on your tray.

"Oh! Uh, thanks for the pen earlier," He goes on, "You mind if I hang onto it for a bit? I should have my own tomorrow."

"Whatever," you shrug. You're not looking at him so you don't see the big smile spreading across his face.

"So you can talk," You can hear it though.

You shrug again.

"Do you have a name to go with that pretty voice?" He asks and you feel your face heat up.

"I-..." You try to swallow, but your throat's gone dry, "Y-Y/n."

His wallet chain jingles as he moves, you look up slightly to see his head tilted and turned to see your face, goofy smile in full view, "It's nice to meet Y/n."

You offer him a small, nervous smile and he swears his heart stops.

Yours stops a moment later when three other people sit down around you. They're mid conversation and don't even look at you, sending 'heys' to Eddie.

He doesn't miss the way your smile disappears as you tense up.

His attention is pulled from you momentarily as the rest of Hellfire sits at your table, and you take the opportunity to bolt. By the time he looks back at you, only your tray of uneaten food is in your spot. His quickly stands up, head swerving, eyes darting around for you, and he catches a glimpse of you as you sneak out the double doors.

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*A week later*

You let out a sigh of relief as the last bell rings. You push your headphones on, and press play on your Walkman, the familiar melodies of Journey blocking out the chatter of the busy halls as you make your way to your locker.

You grab the raincoat you wore that morning, pull it on and grab your umbrella, it's pouring out again.

You're not far on your walk home when a van pulls up next to you.

"Hey Y/n!" You can't believe this, you look over and Eddie Munson is leaning over the passenger seat, calling to you through the open window, "Do you need a ride?"

"I-I'm okay," you give a polite wave and start walking away.

"Hey! W-wait!"

You groan slightly when you hear him get out, pushing your headphones around your neck. You turn to see him jog over to you, leather jacket pulled awkwardly over his head.

"Look I know we really don't know each other, but I don't feel right letting you walk home in this," This is the first of many times in your life that you fall victim to Eddie Munson's doe eyes, "Please let me drive you home?"

You're about to agree when someone lays on their horn and yells, "Hey Freak!"

There's a quiet roar of water and you're suddenly both soaked.

Eddie's eyes go wide as they drive away, both of you too stunned to do anything.

"Holy shit," he breathes, mouth hanging open, "I am so sorry Y/n! Jesus christ. I shouldn't have stopped, fuck."

Your chest hurts, this is exactly what you've been avoiding and now your dripping dirty water on the sidewalk.

"I think I'll take that ride now," you mutter. The last thing you want to do is walk home like this.

"A-are you sure?" He sounds surprised.

You nod and start closing your umbrella, "If you're still offering."

"Yeah! No of course I am!" You nearly flinch when his hand settles on your lower back, propelling you towards his car, "I wouldn't make you walk home like this."

The ride is silent besides your directions.

Tears start to prick your eyes and you can feel Eddie's occasional looks.

"Hey, you okay?" You stay quiet, staring out the dirty window, "Y/n?"

You quickly whipe away tears that are threatening to fall and nod, "'m fine."

He's a mess of emotions.

He feels so bad, if he hadn't stopped you would've had a completely uneventful walk home. But no, he had to stick his stupid nose where it didn't belong. He's pissed at whoever the fuck thought this would be funny. And he's worried. He knows he heard you sniffling and making you cry was the last thing he wanted to do.

"This is me," your voice is so quiet he almost doesn't hear it over the sound of the rain and the engine.

He comes to a stop in front of your house, turning the van off.

"Hey," This time you do flinch when he grabs your wrist as you move to get out and he immediately pulls away, "I am so fucking sorry for what happened. I'll uh... I'll keep my distance and it shouldn't happen again."

He isn't sure how to take your silence as you step out into the rain, but you just don't want him to hear your voice cracking.

He watches you go inside and waits a few self-pitying minutes, then turns the key. The engine sputters for a moment before going quiet. He tries it 4, 5 more times with no luck.

"You've gotta be shitting me, c'mon!" He tries again and nothing, "Mother fucking- Jesus Christ don't do this to me!"

He hits the wheel a few times before leaning his forehead on it. He doesn't want to go back out in the rain to fix this.

He angrily kicks the door open, and stomps around the front, feet squishing in his shoes.

He's chokes and coughs on the cloud of smoke that billows out when he throws open the hood.

"You gotta be mother fucking kidding me!" He yells, slamming the hood down a few times, "Stupid- god damn piece of shit!"

You're in the middle of pulling your soaked books and papers from your bag when you hear a knock at the door.

Now the last thing you want to do is answer the door drenched to the bone, but when you look through the peep hole and see Eddie, you can't help it.

"I know I said if leave you alone," he starts, hands up like you might attack him or something, "But can I use your phone?"

You grab a towel for him while he's talking to the tow company.

"What? But- C-can't you get anyone here earlier- no but I- W-w-wait! God Damnit!" You jump when he slams the phone back into the reciever, "Shit, sorry."

"Uh, here," You shove the towel in front of you, eyes focused anywhere but him.

"Thanks... Uh so, I guess there was a crash near main street and they won't have a truck available for like two hours."

He's at a loss again at your silence, twisting the towel in his hands.

You sigh, "Come with me."

You motion for him to follow you as you lead him to your room.

He seems almost nervous, bouncing from foot to foot in the doorway, eyes wandering the walls as you dig through your dresser.

"I think these should fit."

He looks at you surprised when you hand him a shirt and a pair of sweats.

"What?" You shrink in on yourself, "You're gonna get sick if you keep wearing those."

"Yeah, thanks," he takes the clothes from you.

"Bathroom's down the hall to the left, you can shower if you want." That's the last thing you say to him before you grab some clothes for yourself and walk into another room.

He's not sure what to do with himself once he's clean and dressed. He's about to run out to throw his wet clothes in the back of his van when you come down the stairs.

"I can throw those in the dryer if you want," you offer. Your eyes seem redder, like you've been crying, but you also seem a tad less timid.

"That would be great actually," he says as you take them, "Do you mind me hanging out here? I can always go rough it in the van."

"It's fine," you assure him, "There's coke in the fridge if you want, or I could make cocoa or coffee or something."

He almost starts drooling at the thought of hot chocolate, "I mean, if you're making cocoa I definitely won't say no to a cup."

Then he hears it. He hears you laugh, well chuckle, and it's his new favorite sound.

He sits on the counter next to you while you make the cocoa, watching you stir the warm, chocolatey liquid as he starts to rattle on about how he can't believe his van decided to die on him.

Before you hand him the drink you go to the fridge.

"Whipped cream?" You ask, shaking the can. He nods eagerly and you top both your drinks. You don't even think to ask when you dust the top with cocoa powder and a piece of chocolate.

You set your half empty mug on the coffee table next to his. Neither of you has really said anything, just sat at on the couch as the storm worsens outside.

Suddenly you hear a crack followed by a loud Bang, forcing a small scream from you as you jump back into Eddie as the lights go out.

"You alright?"

You barely notice the warmth of his hand on your arm as you nod, "Just startled me."

You grab some candles, but he sees your hands trembling as you try to light them.

"Hey, hey..." he cups your hands in his and you look up at him with wide eyes, "Let me do that, yeah?"

"I-I," Your cheeks heat up, "I can do it."

"You're shaking, Y/n," he smiles softly at you, "Let me help you."

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"Go fish."

"What? Again? Are you cheating?" He acuses playfully, making you giggle, "You've gotta be! Lemme see those cards!"

You squeal when he reaches over the cushion between you, cards going everywhere, "Eddie!"

He freezes and looks up at you with those brown eyes of his, and he'll swear up and down, that's the exact moment he fell in love with you.

"Oh don't 'Eddie' me," he teases, snatching your cards, "Wha- Look at these! A 9 and a 7?! You are cheating!"

"It's called a bluff, Munson."

"Who bluffs in Go Fish?" You're both laughing now. His hand slips on the mess of cards, sending him falling into you.

"Careful," you catch his shoulders and it's almost like his eyes are sparkling in the candlelight.

You jump when the front door suddenly opens, and Eddie catches you before you fall off the couch.

"Hey, Y/n, do you know who's van is parked out- oh," Your mom freezes, "I didn't know we had company."

"I-I-I!" You can feel Eddie's arms around you and your face is burning, "This is!"

He let's you go and smiles at your mom, "I'm Eddie, I go to school with Y/n."

She looks at you in surprise.

"Sorry, my van broke down after I drove them home and with the shit going on downtown, I've been waiting on a tow."

"No! No it's fine," she grins, "Y/n never brings home friends, you can stay as long as you'd like."

"Mom!"

"Yup! That's Y/n and me," he throws his arm around your shoulders, "Best friends."

You bury your face in your hands, this day has gone so far off the rails.

You feel like dying when she starts offering snacks and to let him stay the night if this weather keeps up.

That's how you wound up in bed, staring at the ceiling, with Eddie 'The Freak' Munson set up on your floor.

They couldn't get a truck out to gour place until tomorrow and his Uncle hadn't picked up.

Eddie is snuggled up under a blanket with one of your pillows, smiling like he was riding some kind of high from infiltrating your life.

"Your mom is nice," He comments and you hear him prop himself up on his elbows, "I don't usually get invited to sleep over."

"Uh-huh," You grip your comforter. You kick it off and sit up, "I'll be right back."

You hurry downstairs to grab your Walkman from the counter. Nothing calms your anxiety like your favorite tape.

Nothing happens when you press play as you climb back into bed.

"C'mon..." you hit it a couple times, but when it plays, it's warbles before cutting off again, "Nononooo!"

"What's wrong?" Eddie's head pops up over the side of the bed.

"N-nothing." Your chest hurts again.

"What's that?" He motions to the player in your hands. He hesitantly reaches for it, "My I?"

You hand it to him along with the headphones as he climbs to sit cross-legged next to you.

He messes with it for a moment before cringing at what he hears, "Yeah, that's waterlogged... Wait- Shit!"

He looks at your sulking form with wide eyes, "I can pay for this!"

"It's okay."

He sees your pout and shaking hands and he doesn't buy it for a minute, already making plans to go to RadioShack.

He pops out the tape, yeah that's ruined too. Looks like he's stopping at the record shop too.

"Jesus, Y/n, I'm so sorry," he fiddles with the ruined tape, "I... shit."

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magpies-gold · 4 months

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I may have finally unlocked the thing what turns my unhealthy overproductive causes-me-burnout creativity into enjoyable creativity - and it's called working off of vibes.

In the past I've tried just taking breaks from being creative, but that never works. Doing things other than being creative just feels like I've put myself in time out from the thing I actually like doing. Ultimately, I want to be creative. I love making art! I love writing stories! I genuinely get life from being my artistic self like.... all the heckin' time. It's all I genuinely want to do is make stuff. What I don't get life from is making it a grind. Working to rigid schedules, focusing on daily goals and - oh my lord, I despise the push to monetize it. I'm leaning hard away from that these days, and I'm not sure how far I'll ultimately take my aversion to pursuing profit from my creative ventures. It doesn't make me significantly happier to make money off of it (even though sometimes it's necessary, like when disaster strikes and I don't readily have four digits in the bank account to fix whatever's exploded), especially when making money comes with added stress from things like figuring out the taxes on what I've made, and the horrors of the perpetual chase to make more money. The emotional balance trends towards the negative and I'm over it. So I'm attempting a vibes-based approach - doing things when it's good for me to, and in a way that is fun. Some of it's a bit of concerted de-programming: for example, my webcomic is a source of truly bad habits for no good reason. It exists only on my Patreon, and it is exceptionally obscure and always was. There is very little point in wearing myself out trying to pour twenty hours a week into a new page every single week just because one is supposed to stick to a schedule, but over the last decade or so I programmed myself very well to do just that. Getting out of that rut so that I can have a healthy relationship with it again is a fight, but I'm winning. I want to chase the short term happy of getting a new page queued up every Monday, but instead I'm refusing to do so. If the page is done, I queue it up a few days late. And then the next week a few days later than that. Always a different number of days, pushing it out of sync so that I can't fall back into routine and neither can my handful of readers. I did not ever promise them a schedule. A schedule is bad for me. Result? I (mostly) drew three pages this weekend and enjoyed it. They're not done, but I made a heck of a dent and didn't feel gross about it. I'll finish them over the course of the next week or so, in bits and pieces rather than forcing myself to sit still for hours at a time until the page is done. I should be stopping when I'm done. I'm also way happier with the art I'm making. I'm still churning it out quick, but the lack of self-imposed deadlines means that I can have fun with it. I'm doing similar things with my writing. It's nice when I can keep Alpha Base moving forward, but for the last while I've been muddling around in different directions than forward and it's actually getting the creative wheels spinning in my head better than the methodical one-step-in-front-of-the-other approach. If I have a hankering to jump elsewhere in the plot and write a scene, I do. If I need to explore an aspect of a character that technically falls into a prequel (because dang it, I'm starting to develop prequel material) then I go for that. If writing a drabble that might not even land in the book, or any of the book(s), is what I need, then I'm doing that, and it doesn't matter if I'm "ready" to or "there yet" - I'm just doing it. Vibes. It's all worthwhile. Hell, I spent most of the weekend writing a purely fluff scene (me! writing fluff!) between two of my antagonists and I think that was one of the best ways to spend a weekend. I feel damn good about it and learned a ton about them both. I think I even know where in the book to put it, and I sure didn't when I started writing. Didn't know that would happen! Life's too short to spend turning everything into a dang job. I just want to play. So to hell with it. We play.

#art #writing #creativity #play is important #VIBES

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nicolesainz · 1 year

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New Romantics (Part VII)

Carlos Sainz x OC x Mason Mount

Chapter 8

Warnings: smut-ish, minors dni, angst, jealousy, lots of tears

Carlos POV

I was an asshole. I am an asshole. How can people present me as a sweet and humble man when on the inside I’ve hurt so many people? That sounds like what a cruel and shameless person would do.

After that night in Monaco, I hadn’t stopped thinking about her. Somehow, she managed to hide herself very easily during the race. I only spotted Mason giving me death stares every time he saw me looking through the Red Bull area.

Obviously an apology wouldn’t make the cut. I was to blame for the distance created between the Norris siblings. I couldn’t face Lando after that. I felt disgust dousing me. That day in Monaco, should have been a happy one, considering the podium, but it was the worst one to exist.

Quinn deserves to be with someone better. Someone who would treat her right. Apparently the one was Chelsea’s golden boy. But I would have given up everything for it to be me.

The following 2 races weren’t the best ones for me, having known that Silverstone was coming up and there was a chance that I’ve scared her off from coming to the race.

I didn’t want to hurt any other person further, so I broke up with Isa. She was and is a dear friend to me and doesn’t deserve a person like me in her life as her partner. I’d harm her. I’m in love with someone else. Not her.

Canada finished off on a high, almost winning the race but eventually settling for a second place. I really craved this first win in Formula 1. Being in the sport for eight years, that was my next goal.

The Monday after the race, I took a plain back to Madrid. I needed to be alone before I had to travel to UK for the weekend. I had to clear my head. There’s no grater thing in life than being surrounded by family and people who love you. But at that moment, I had lost a loved one with a mistake of mine.

Wednesday was my last day at home, so I decided to let myself be lazy and do nothing for the remaining hours. Sports websites, sports channels, instagram, Twitter, every social media, was buzzing about the announcement of the teams for the World Cup, taking place a few hours after Abu Dhabi ends.

Knowing that Spain qualified, I turned on the TV and waited to hear which players had been selected. To my disadvantage, the countries were being picked by alphabetical order.

“…And now moving to another favorite of the championship, England. This year, their squad may even be stronger than the one from 2018” one of Sky Sports commentators said happily

“Oh yes! New additions to the team. It’s taking the form of the one they had back in the 2020 Euros. So, let’s hear the names of the Englishmen representing their country in the World Cup”

“Marcus Rashford, the extremely talented Forward of Manchester United…and Mason Mount, Chelsea’s rising star and one of the best midfielders”

As I heard his name I wanted to smash the Tv. I decided to take a safer route and simply turn it off. I grabbed my phone and opened Instagram, only to see that Quinn had posted a story. She doesn’t usually post anything. Not being very active.

I take a deep breath, only for my heart to tear apart a bit, as this picture pops up right in front of my face

My stomach started twisting and turning around. But it was for the best. I was the one who let her go. He simply took the chance.

I close my phone as I hear a knock on my door. I started recollecting whether I had invited someone or not.

“It’s Charles! Open up loverboy” I hear my Monégasque teammate shout from outside. What was he doing here?

“Oh finally. It was getting a bit cold out there. Sorry for barging in without telling you” he apologized with a suitcase behind his back

“No worries. But what are you doing here? Did something happen?” I ask with concern knowing that Charles didn’t drive all the way here just to go together to Silverstone

“I assume you’ve seen the story Quinn posted?”

“Yes. Unfortunately. But I can’t do something about it”

“Yes you can! All you need is a plan”

“I already tried Charles. Whenever I’m around her, she refused to talk to me and then Mason comes to the rescue”

“Try and approach her in another way”

“Like how?”

“First of all text her if she’ll be in the race. It’s Lando’s home race after all”

“I think she’ll regret coming to Silverstone. I was the reason she didn’t attend any of the races in the past two years. She was and is scared of me”

The words come out of my mouth and they taste sour. Charles doesn’t talk for a moment. I was too furious and too disappointed at myself. I caused this mess myself. And I didn’t know how to fix it.

“You know what? Let’s go out! I can’t stand looking at you being all sloppy and moody. We’ll get drunk” my teammate suggest, well, demands we do.

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea Charles, we have to get up early tomorrow”

“I’ll get you drunk no matter the cost! You need to cheer up a bit man!”

Last time I was drunk, it led to me pathetically texting Quinn and hating me even more than before. If Charles locks up my phone, then maybe getting drunk again wouldn’t sound like a bad idea.

“Okay, deal” I say shrugging my shoulders

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Quinn’s POV

I was sitting smiling across Mason, on his bed, while he was screaming and laughing while Face Timing with Declan. Being best friends and picked for Englands National Team is a dream for them.

I enjoyed seeing Mason this happy. It would be his first ever time competing in the World Cup! It’s been quite the time since I felt this excited for someone. My heart was fluttering and I was over the moon.

“Gotta go mate. Jude’s awake and I need to check on him. Laters! BYE QUINN. TAKE CARE OF MY BUDDY!” Declan exclaimed loudly through the phone and hung up afterwards

Mason turned to face me with a huge smile on his face. Suddenly he attacked me with multiple tickles and kisses all over my cheeks. Pure bliss i would say!

“This is perfect. I am going to the World Cup and I found out the news having you by my side. I couldn’t have asked for anything better than this. Thank you Quinn” he said, lowering his forehead to touch mine.

“Why are you thanking me? You should thank yourself for being so talented and proving your capabilities to the English crowd” I cupped his cheeks, caressing them softly

“I just hope I don’t disappoint them, or you. I really wanna show the world what I’m capable of”

“You could never disappoint me Mase, nor the team. Remember the Euro’s? The brilliant goals you scored and how you saved the team. I’m immensely proud of you”

As the worlds escaped my lips, a few seconds later they were occupied, being tangled with Mason, us kissing passionately, him being on top of me, removing our shirts so our skins could touch.

His mouth moved inches lower to my neck, sucking it, whilst my hands were playing with the lace of his sweatpants.

“Less teasing, more doing” Mason breathed and went on kissing and licking my hardened nipples, drawing circles with his tongue around them

“Oh Fuck-Mase!” I tried to hold my groan but it was nearly impossible, with the way he was making me feel.

My hands lowered both his pants and underwear, revealing his erected dick to me. I couldn’t react when I felt my panties being ripped by Mason. I took him in my hands and put the tip of his cock on my entrance, feeling both his and my pre cum.

“I need you Quinn. More than anything” Mason kissed me hardly once more, leaving me breathless.

“Open up like the good girl you are” he demanded and I immediately obeyed. Didn’t even think twice.

Mason knew that this would be my first time, so he didn’t force himself inside me, instead started slowly and with smooth moves. When I felt him inside me I let out a big gasp, with butterflies fluttering around my stomach.

“My god Mason” I exclaimed as my nails were dug inside his back, trying to steady my body.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby, it’s amazing” his dick was clenched all over my pussy and a few moments later his pace became more speedy than before.

He found my G-spot with a rough trust, making me moan his name so loud, probably his neighbors heard us. He picked me up and threw my body against the shower wall, opening the tap and hot water pouring all over us. This was pure euphoria.

“You’re taking me so good love. Let me know if I’m hurting you” I could tell from his voice that he was scared of hurting me in any way

“You could never hurt me” I moan once more, reaching my peak. I was ready to cum.

“Mason I’m so close”

“Cum all over my cock princess. I want to taste you”

“I want you to fill me up. Every last inch” I say without being able to breathe anymore

“Your wish, is my command”

We both let a synchronized moan and came all over each other. I was utterly happy and satisfied after what had just happened. I’ve never felt so thrilled before.

“Thank you for allowing me to be your first” Mason gently said, wrapping my body with a towel.

The words i bursted our afterwards, were the truest, most honest and heartfelt ones I’ve said to someone. And I hoped to god, no one took them away.

“I love you Mason”

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@alwaysclassyeagle for you being the only one on the masterlist of New Romantics 🫶🏻

Thank you for the support

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tkachuktkaching · 8 months

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Matthew Tkachuk healthy, ‘chomping at the bit’ after Stanley Cup Final defeat

Tkachuk has been back on the ice for over a month and is ready for Panthers training camp

“I'm feeling great, excited to be back,” Tkachuk said. “It was a very short offseason, which is exactly how I want it going forward. Just a lot of excitement level to be back down here in Florida. After last year and the way it finished up, I’m just chomping at the bit right now.”

Between coming up short in the Stanley Cup Final and then having to suffer through the recovery process of an extremely painful injury, Tkachuk was also chomping at the bit to get his offseason started.

The plan had been to do some traveling with family and friends, but that became a challenge.

Once he was able to move around comfortably, Tkachuk had to squeeze everything he wanted to do into a limited time window.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“It's exactly how I want it,” he said. “I want to be a short offseason for the rest of my career.”

Tkachuk and his teammates were all together on Monday at the swank Weston Hills Country Club to take part in the Florida Panthers Foundation annual golf tournament.

Similarly to his summer travel schedule delay, Tkachuk had to wait until getting the green light from doctors before he could get back on the golf course.

“I got cleared a couple of weeks ago,” he said. “So I’ve played a few times. This is like my fourth time in two weeks, so I’m trying to cram it all in before the season starts.”

It was Thursday, June 8 when Tkachuk suffered his broken sternum during Game 3 of the Stanley Cup Final. He played his last game on June 10, and Florida’s season ended three nights later.

An offseason that began with healing and rest was eventually able to resume some sense of normalcy in terms of on-ice training.

It was about two months after initially suffering the injury when Tkachuk was able to get back on the ice and start shooting a puck again.

From there, as Tkachuk explained, it was just a matter of getting back into a familiar frame of mind.

“Once you do it a few times and you're comfortable, like I've been doing all the normal stuff for a few weeks now,” he said. “I worked super hard to get myself feeling like I am right now, and to be honest, I thought it was going to be a little bit longer than what it was.

“It was, right out of the gate, definitely very frustrating. I didn’t think I was ever going to get better, I'm sure it's what everybody says of injuries, but I'm very happy with where I'm at right now and hopefully peaking at the right time here.”

Another thing that comes with an athlete recovering from a serious injury is that they can now shift their focus elsewhere.

In Tkachuk’s case, that meant remembering what it felt like to go on that playoff run, and knowing the blood, sweat and tears that must be sacrificed to reach the mountaintop.

“There's definitely that hunger, especially when you get that that close,” he said. “I think we're in a great spot mindset-wise, where we know what it takes and we have the hunger to do it. It's a pretty short-term mindset though right now, it's have a good camp, get off to a good start. I'd say the long-term goal is we’ve got to make playoffs. We saw what happened last year, so we can't think too far ahead, but playoffs is what's on everybody's mind, certainly on ours.”

The Panthers will take the ice for training camp on Thursday at the Ice Den in Coral Springs. Their season begins on Oct. 12 in Minnesota.

“It's exactly how I want it,” he said. “I want to be a short offseason for the rest of my career.”

“I got cleared a couple of weeks ago,” he said. “So I’ve played a few times. This is like my fourth time in two weeks, so I’m trying to cram it all in before the season starts.”

It was about two months after initially suffering the injury when Tkachuk was able to get back on the ice and start shooting a puck again.

From there, as Tkachuk explained, it was just a matter of getting back into a familiar frame of mind.

In Tkachuk’s case, that meant remembering what it felt like to go on that playoff run, and knowing the blood, sweat and tears that must be sacrificed to reach the mountaintop.

The Panthers will take the ice for training camp on Thursday at the Ice Den in Coral Springs.

#matthew tkachuk #nhl #the hockeynews.com #by david dwork #chucky quotes #nhl off season #florida panthers

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fromthe-point · 7 months

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Kirby Dach has a significant injury that, according to the Montreal Canadiens, will not be short term.

The 22-year-old forward was injured when Chicago Blackhawks defenseman Jarred Tinordi hit him into the Chicago bench in the first period of a 3-2 Montreal win at Bell Centre on Saturday.

The Canadiens said they are still in the process of properly diagnosing the injury and will know more in the next few days.

“It’s hard,” Canadiens coach Martin St. Louis said Monday. “He was off to a great start. You see the potential he has and the way he has been playing. But that’s the game.”

Dach, selected by Chicago with No. 3 pick in the 2019 NHL Draft, was traded to Montreal on July 7, 2022. He had 38 points (14 goals, 24 assists) in 58 games last season and opened this season with two assists in a 6-5 loss to the Toronto Maple Leafs at Scotiabank Arena on Wednesday.

“He does a lot,” St. Louis said. “He competes. He brings a physical aspect to the game, not running around and hitting guys, but winning pucks back. He’s a guy that wins a lot of pucks and battles and steals pucks, and obviously great in transition. He possesses [the puck]. He’s got a very elite brain. You know, he can make plays. He has shown that he can do a lot on the ice.”

Alex Newhook will play center on the second line when the Canadiens host the Minnesota Wild on Tuesday (7 p.m. ET; RDS, TSN2, BSN, BSWIX), likely between forwards Josh Anderson and Juraj Slafkovsky.

“It [stinks] losing a guy like that, no matter how long the timeline is, but I think it’s just next-man-up mentality,” Newhook said. “Obviously a big hole to fill, and I’m going to do my best to fill that and carry the load.”

Newhook, who signed a four-year contract with Montreal as an unrestricted free agent July 11, said he is comfortable at center and on the wing.

“That’s a big part of my game, is versatility there and being able to slot in wherever I’m needed, and it looks like now it will be back in the middle,” Newhook said.

Rafael Harvey-Pinard will move up to the top line with center Nick Suzuki and forward Cole Caufield, while forward Michael Pezzetta will take Harvey-Pinard’s spot on the fourth line.

“It’s going to be a great opportunity for me, but even if I’m playing on the fourth, third or the first line, I have to keep my identity and play the same way I’m used to playing,” Harvey-Pinard said.

St. Louis said he thinks the Canadiens have good depth.

“It’s not one player that makes up our team,” St. Louis said. “The depth that we have an our play as a group will help us get through times like this. For me, it’s next man up and the strength of the group.”

#fromthepoint #nhl #montreal canadiens #kirby dach #t:info #s:injury #231016

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angelasscribbles · 1 year

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Monday Night Football

Original Work. Flash Fiction. Micro Fiction. Short Fiction.

Word Count: 835

This was from a writing prompt that was just: Monday Night Football. But of course, my mind had to bring magic into it. Because magic that's why.

Find more of my flash-fiction here.

The ball was up! She watched as it spiraled perfectly across the field and fell into the hands of the waiting running back. The catch was good, he took off down the field as a player from the opposing team threw himself on him for the sack.

Gretchen leaned forward in her seat on the 50-yard line, barely breathing. No one else would have noticed the slight shimmer in the air around them as the running back twisted his body and practically flew out of his opponent’s grasp. The other man hit the ground hard and rolled harmlessly away as the man with the ball leapt out of his grasp and sprinted toward the goal.

Leaning back in her seat she breathed out a sigh of relief. At long last, she had found him. He would not escape her this time.

She shook her head as she marveled at the audacity of using magic in front of the whole world. That was the type of thing that would get them all outed, start another witch hunt, and get them all killed.

That’s exactly why it was illegal. The council of Witches, Warlocks, and Other Magical Beings (WWOMB) had expressly outlawed using magic in the presence of humans.

She left her seat and slipped quietly into an empty corner in the stadium hallway. Opening her compact, she waved her hand over the mirror and the WWOMB chairwoman appeared.

“Yes, Gretchen?”

“I found him!” She practically squealed.

“We are dispatching a team to your location now.” The chairwoman nodded curtly then disappeared as the compact turned back into a regular mirror.

Turning, she bumped into someone. Annoyed, she glanced up as she murmured an unfelt apology. When the person she had collided with neither responded nor moved, she looked up ready to give him a piece of her mind.

The words died on her lips as she gazed up at him! Oh no, no, no, no! This was not good! If she messed up another case, she was definitely getting kicked off the council’s investigative team. This could be the end of her career in magical law enforcement.

“Azazel! How….I mean……”

“How did I know you were here?” He smiled down at her with a brilliance that she was sure melted women’s hearts all the time. But she couldn’t get distracted by that right now.

“Uh..yeah, how did you know?”

“You just used a mirror communication spell in a public place. And you want to arrest me for doing the same? The council is full of hypocrites.”

“No, it’s not the same, I found a private place—“

“You call this private?” He asked gesturing to the people milling all around, “Anyone could walk up on you while you were using magic. I just did.”

She felt confusion sweep over her. He was right. She used magic in public all the time; she was just good at disguising it. Like he had disguised his use, a voice whispered in the back of her mind. No, it wasn’t the same, he was on national television for Pete’s sake!

She opened her mouth to tell him that when suddenly he grabbed her and kissed her. For a moment the floor fell out from under her. The building full of people disappeared, the council, her worry about her career, all of it just vanished.

When she came back down to earth, she stared up at him like he had lost his mind, “What the hell was that for?”

“Shhhh!” He said, grabbing her hand as he looked past her. She followed his gaze to see the team of magic users the council had dispatched.

“They’re heading toward the locker room, of course.” He breathed as he pulled her in the other direction.

“Wait! What are you doing? I’m on their side!” She protested, pulling her hand away from him.

“Are you sure about that?” He asked, “Your sister wasn’t. I know where she is. Come with me, I can explain everything.”

Her sister? How did he know about Lila?

“You know my sister? Where is she?” Gretchen demanded

“I can take you to her. The council is wrong about everything. Come with me, I can prove it. Please!”

She hesitated for a moment. Glancing back toward the backs of the extraction team, she felt her resolve waver. Her sister! Lila had disappeared when Gretchen was still in high school, no one, not even her parents would tell her where Lila had gone or why. Could she really be a part of the resistance? The very thing that Gretchen had pledged her life to fight against? How could she go with him?

How could she not? She had to know.

What the hell was wrong with her? In a move she knew would be not only career suicide but possibly land her on the exact wrong side of the council, she nodded and took his hand. They ran down the hall together, away from the extraction team and toward her future.

#writeblr #prose #flash fiction friday #magic #witches

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alisheaburgess · 11 months

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Dev Diaries: Day 8...We Back!!!

Dev Diaries, Masterlist

Romancing the Process...coming soon

June 4, 2023

The Day number will just be a log number as I may not do Dev stuff every day. I'll be including the dates though.

Now that I have a month to take classes, I'm going to be a bit more strategic with what I'm taking and when. I want to get the most out of this 😊

For the Dev side, I'm going to finish up the bigger courses that I wasn't able to get into before. They will mainly be HTML and CSS. There are a couple of them that have intros to Python and the like. I have already had a little bit of Python in other courses, so I'm kinda looking forward to that one and more C# 😁 that's the one I'll be learning for my game dev stuff.

For the Diaries though...

I'm thinking about having a separate Design Diary (non-web design) and Doodle Diary because I'm also going to be working on those. I mainly want to so I can find things easier later but also... so I remember what all I'm doing now 😂😋

I am starting Romancing the Process! Which is just a diary of all the crazy stuff I'm learning, trying, and just my story as I experience it. I think it's gonna be fun (for me at least lol)

My goal for this month is to be as job ready as I possibly can be! I'm going to be purging my belongings as well in case I need to move. This will trick my brain into cleaning which is useful even if I don't move 😅 I'll be going over this more in Romancing the Process. I am trying to get a balance of input (learning) and output (creating). This is gonna be so much fun!!!!

Weekly DevPlan:

Courses to Tackle for the Week (starts Monday, today is bonus)

Improve UX Prototyping

HTML

CSS

Soft Dev

Full-stack Dev

1 Class at a time! 😊

The prototyping course is introductions to a bunch of tools you can use. It's kinda boring to start but then I turn into a child when they start the actual prototyping part 😂🤣 It's so much fun and I can't wait to get to play...I mean...use them.

I won't be doing each of these every day. They are in order of importance. I want to get the first three done this week. The bottom two be the least important and can take all month if need be lol

I've already done a prototyping course but it's super close to being completely done. I've almost exhausted their library of UX stuff 😅🥰 This is the last fuller course they have for it. After that it's just shorter courses that I plan to filter in.

Let's Go!!!

#dev diary #romancing the process #doodle diary #codeblr #learning tech #ux designer #graphic design #neurospicy #neurodiverse stuff #neurodivergencies #tech journey #career change #journal #diary entry #game dev

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witchbeezy · 2 years

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Pick a Card- What New Cycle Are You Entering?

Peace! For this reading my intention is to help reveal to you what new cycle you're about to enter into. This reading was influenced by the New Moon in Cancer that occured yesterday. The energy of the New Moon can be experienced for about 3 days after, so if you feel called to feel free to use this reading to set intention for your new cycle.

Please take a moment to ground and center yourself before choosing a pile down below. Then Scroll until you find your message. Thank you so much for reading.

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Mystic Mondays Tarot

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Pile 1

Tarot Cards- 3 of pentacles, princess of pentacles, ten of cups

Oracle Cards- clarity, peace, love, full moon in libra

In this new cycle I see you leaving a relationship behind. This doesn’t have to be romantic, but for the majority of you I feel that this does have to deal with a romantic relationship. I feel for the majority of you reading this that this split isn’t causing you any pain or suffering. This isn’t a decision that you dread making. This is a decision that you just know you have to make. I feel you’re no longer at the point where you feel the need to cling onto this connection. I feel the reason why you’re so accepting of this current connection ending is because you know that this current connection isn’t in alignment with you and what your heart desires. For example with the ten of cups here you may desire a family, and this person may not want children so it’s no question of if you should sacrifice what you desire for the sake of this connection when you can just separate and the both of you can find partners that desire the same thing as you. You may have been in connections in the past where you used to cling on to these partners in the hope that they would change or become what you want and need them to be. You have evolved and now you just know when to leave when your gut tells you your time is up entertaining these connections.

I did get the message that some of you have already left this person behind with this last cycle and so now moving forward into the next cycle, what’s in store for you is a love that is equally yoked. I also feel the Divine wants me to get the message across that this person you split from doesn’t have any hard feelings. This separation is good for both of you. I’m also hearing that it’s important that you train your vision on the bigger picture. The bigger picture being what your end goal is when it comes to your connections. Once you have your bigger picture in frame it’s important that you stay focused on that. It’s okay if your picture changes, but also know that you should never have to compromise or shrink your frame to fit someone else’s when you can both separate and find the one that's actually meant for you.

I feel so many people have this fear of starting over, but it’s better to start over and have a better chance at actually building the foundation that you desire than to compromise on what you desire.

Pile 2

Tarot Cards- the world, the devil, ace of wands

Oracle Cards- closure, willpower, thriving, full moon in cancer

In this new cycle you’re moving into I feel you are finally closing the door on a cycle you found yourself trapped in. For the majority of you I feel this is about an addiction that you’re overcoming. This could be smoking, drinking, or other substances. I’m also hearing for someone that this is about weight loss and overcoming unhealthy habits and lifestyle. Whatever the specific thing may be I feel whatever you’re overcoming it has something to do with you having an emotional attachment to it. I’m hearing your attachment to this habit was keeping you limited. I want to disclaim that I am not a medical professional, but I feel from a spiritual standpoint that your inner child has become addicted to this habit. This habit or attachment is your security blanket that your inner child can snuggle up with when it feels triggered. I would recommend you speak to a professional about this because I am getting something about something traumatic that happened in childhood that made you prone to addictive patterns.

Even though I just recommended you speak to a professional I feel for most of you that in this new cycle you’re going to overcome this addiction or end this cycle cold turkey. I mentioned with pile 1 that they know what they want, so they’re willing to avoid what they don’t want to get what they want. For you guys it’s almost the same except it’s more so that you know what you don’t want. You know how you don’t want to feel.

I also feel the Divine wants me to express to you that it is so important not to be harsh on yourself about this cycle. Don’t say things like “I should've ended this sooner” or “If I hadn’t been stuck in this cycle I wouldn’t be where I am now or I’d be further ahead” or “I must be weak because I’ve been dependent on ____ to cope.” None of these things you might be telling yourself is true. Clinging on to these beliefs as being true is going to trigger your inner child and make it crave its security blanket. What your inner child needs is compassion from you and the promise from yourself that you will be responsible for protecting it in the best way you know how.

Pile 3

One of the first messages I’m hearing for you is “be kind to yourself, and the world will be kind to you.” I also feel there is a relationship between all the piles. You may be able to relate some to pile 2. But one thing I’m seeing for you moving into this new cycle is a period of stillness and if you’re not still then you are moving in flow. I feel you are moving out of a space of living off of survival mode. I feel before this new cycle you were operating from a space you were conditioned into believing was right. You were conditioned to believe that if you work hard you will be rewarded. Your experience was actually the opposite. The harder you worked the less you achieved and because you were working hard and doing what you were taught to do you internalized your lack of results and used it to be critical of yourself.

What if I told you that the way and the way that most people operate is wrong? What if I told you we’re not meant to create order in our life? What if we aren’t meant to have everything figured out? What if I said that most of the stuff that we think is important actually isn’t? If we were able to let go of this programming we would be able to submit to our nature and by doing so we’d be able to go with the flow. We’d be able to align with the Universe and be brought to where we’d need to be.

In this next cycle I feel it’s going to be important that you submit. It may feel scary and wrong at first. But by stepping back you will make room for the Divine to work on your behalf and due to that you will find that more doors will open for you when you let go instead of forcing these doors to open for you.

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nice2meetyouu · 11 months

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Tagaytay Part 1 of 2

Nasa Tagaytay kami ngayon (since kahapon pa) and it's a nice break from the city life (though heavily commercialized din naman dito). Unfortunately, na-scam ang tatay ko sa una niyang binook sa Wind ng 1,000 (fake poster haha; hilig kasi magtipid eh), dapat sa agoda or airbnb or direct dito na lang para sure.

I'm trying to get back to journaling, as in paper and pen journaling. I started na last week with a bullet journal for to-dos and goals, and this week maybe I'll start with the long-form diary-like journaling on a different notebook. It helps me stay grounded, intentional, and focused.

I really need to guide my thoughts actively towards gratitude and meditations. Otherwise, I keep sabotaging myself with negativity and whatnot. Parang 'yun 'yung default configuration niya. I keep getting anxious about things I have no control over and I can't help but be sad about the numerous rejections I keep getting. Kung wala 'yung regular corpo job baka mas nababaliw na ako kakaisip ng kung anu-ano, but even that is turbulent with all the resignations in the team so I need to always be ready and keep upskilling.

Speaking of upskilling, it's hard to maintain a regular schedule so I do it in bursts, but I do hope to move forward soon and learn as much as I can habang may time pa. And also since pinanood ko nanaman si tokuyu to recommend his videos to someone, I got inspired myself to learn another language. I try to think of it as another subject sa buhay, just like when I was still in school—daming subjects na jinajuggle everyday 'di ba. Nu'ng second year college niya 7am to 7pm straight ang pasok ko pag Monday at Thursday. Eight subjects 'yon tapos meron pang isang natira pag Tuesday-Friday 7-8:30am, at pag Wednesday naman 1-7pm.

Pero ngayon ang hirap na nilang isiksik. Supposedly 9am-6pm Monday to Friday occupied ako, pero minsan nag-oovertime ako on a particular day at binabawi ko na lang by relaxing the next day. We work around deadlines eh.

#reflections

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primordialsoundmeditation · 1 year

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This week’s astrology forecast: November 21st – 27th

Have you felt like you have been going through a tunnel the last few weeks during the eclipse season? Well, it’s over and now time to come into the light, with the extremely fortunate New Moon in Sagittarius occurring Wednesday—the same day that the ruling planet of Sagittarius, Jupiter, turns stationary direct. Hope restored. Faith renewed. Sagittarius is a mutable (adaptable) fire (inspiration) sign, and the New Moon is the time to move forward on instincts—go with what inspires you and lights your fire.

Sagittarius is the beginning of the holiday season and celebrations—allow yourself to enjoy…maybe even a little too much with this “party hardy” energy. With Venus conjunct Mercury, this is also a good time to start a new creative project or to plan an adventure of some type.

When a planet turns from being retrograde to direct, it essentially stops in the heavens, amplifying its influence. Jupiter being at the height of its power fuels optimism and the sense of possibility. This enhances the quest for the meaning of life and the meaning and understanding what you’ve been going through.

Message for the week: Lyrics from The Door’s Light My Fire say it well:

The time to hesitate is through

No time to wallow in the mire…

…Come on baby, light my fire!

Monday: You may find yourself fussing over your appearance and what to wear this morning with the Moon in appearance-oriented, yet indecisive, Libra. The Moon then moves into financially shrewd Scorpio mid-morning and is good for business dealings. Mercury and Venus are conjunct in Sagittarius bringing a bit of spark and sparkle to interactions with others.

Tuesday: Optimism is in the air as the Sun enters Sagittarius, joining Mercury and Venus in the sign of framing things in a positive light. However, emotionally, you might feel more cautious, with the Moon in discerning Scorpio opposite unpredictable Uranus and then square to restrictive Saturn—best to lay low.

Wednesday: The Moon is in Scorpio to start the day in harmony with Pluto and Jupiter. The Moon enters fiery Sagittarius around noon with the New Moon occurring at 2:57 PM PST. Jupiter also turns direct today. This is the day to fire up and go with a new project or endeavor and trust support will be there for you—blessings are starting to kick in!

Thursday: Happy Thanksgiving! A bountiful day in the heavens with the Moon in celebratory Sagittarius conjunct Venus and Mercury, fueling upbeat, friendly conversations. With the Moon sextile Saturn in Aquarius, it’s a great evening for socializing with family and friends.

Friday: The Moon in Sagittarius square to excessive Jupiter encourages continuing yesterday’s feast into lunch today. The Moon then moves into organizing Capricorn this afternoon, perfect for putting your world back together after the holiday.

Saturday: This is a good day for a project with the Moon in productive Capricorn being in harmony to Uranus, and no challenging aspects. Capricorn likes to have a goal to strive for and takes pride in excellence. Stay open to flashes of insight into your endeavors with support from intuitive Uranus.

Sunday: The Moon in Capricorn conjunct compelling Pluto and in harmony to Jupiter, supports throwing yourself into some task or project that you can complete by early afternoon. The Moon then moves into freedom loving Aquarius this afternoon—time to hang with friends, socialize, or just do what you dang well please.

May the stars be with you!

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mimisempai · 1 year

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Always moving forward

Summary

Greg has to go to work while Mycroft has a day off. Mycroft gets up to enjoy the presence of his lover before he leaves and wonders what is the force that always keeps Greg moving forward.

Notes

Mystrade Monday 2.0 #75 "it's never too late to get back up again."

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

On Ao3

Rating G - 705 words

Mycroft had just arrived in the kitchen and watched Greg preparing breakfast. Although it was early in the morning, he seemed to be full of energy and was whistling as he cooked the eggs.

Mycroft couldn't hold back a small yawn, causing Greg to turn and exclaim, "Mycroft, up already?"

He turned off the fire under the stove and continued as he approached, "But you're not working today. You should have stayed in bed."

It was the weekend and, unfortunately, for once their days off did not coincide as Greg was on call.

Mycroft closed the distance between them and took Greg's face in his hands, "I just wanted to see you before you left, I'll go to bed afterwards."

Greg made a small "oh" of surprise with his mouth, which Mycroft quickly wiped away with a kiss. When he stepped back, he licked his lips, chuckled and said quietly, "I see you've already started with the coffee."

Greg put his eggs on a plate, placed it next to his started cup of coffee and asked Mycroft, "Would you like a cup?"

Mycroft nodded, "Sure." and sat down next to Greg, who set a cup in front of him. He watched in silence as his lover forked appetizingly into his plate.

After a moment of silence, Greg asked him, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Mycroft took a sip of coffee and replied, "You're amazing, you know."

Greg, looking confused, asked, "Me? But why would you say that all of a sudden?"

Mycroft took his hand and said softly, "How do you get up every morning and be so cheerful? Other people would be frustrated at the idea of having to work when everyone else is enjoying a weekend off, but not you, you're just like any other morning. How do you do it, tell me your secret?"

Greg shrugged, "I don't know, I just keep going. I don't have a choice, when I signed up for this job I knew this kind of moment would come, so why cry about it? Of course I'm disappointed that I won't be spending this time with you. But I figure my goal tonight is to get home and be with you, and then my day will go by faster."

He took another sip of coffee and continued, "I've always been like this. If I hadn't moved on, we never would have ended up together."

It was Mycroft's turn to be confused and he asked, "How so?"

Greg squeezed Mycroft's hand and kissed it before continuing, "Well, after my many failures in love and most recently my marriage, twice, I could have given up. But then a certain detective and, more importantly, his eminent brother came into my life. So I said to myself, it's never too late to get back up again. And I did the right thing..." he raised an eyebrow and continued, "Didn't I?"

Mycroft didn't answer, he wrapped his fingers around Greg's and pulled him against him, pressing his lips to his in a long, deep kiss, then as he pulled away he whispered against Greg's lips, "Oh yes, you did the right thing. More than right, actually."

He pecked his lips one last time and released him, "Finish your breakfast now and hurry up and leave so you can get home even faster."

Greg chuckled and continued to eat under the gaze of Mycroft, who continued to sip his coffee.

Then Mycroft walked Greg to the door where they shared one last tender kiss before Greg left.

Closing the door, Mycroft yawned again and headed for the bedroom. He placed his phone on the nightstand and had just rested his head on the pillow when he saw the screen flashing.

He grabbed the phone and saw that Greg had sent a message.

Lunch at my office at noon?

Received 7:25

Mycroft couldn't hold back a smile, and certainly couldn't hide the joy he felt when he realized he wouldn't have to wait until evening to see Greg.

Okay.

My treat.

Sent 7:27

His phone flashed again with a thumbs up emoji. He rested his head on the pillow and quickly fell back asleep, a smile on his face.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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heavensigh · 2 years

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I’ve been wanting to journal for some time, but life is kinda fast. It really started out of frustration. I’ve been taking my birth control pills continuously for about 3 months now, thinking that it would make my fitness journey a bit better without having to suffer the awful side effects of my period once a month. Well, jokes on me because not skipping those white pills did absolutely dick. I STILL got cramps, blinding back pain, painful bloating and the gas. AND on top of that, instead of my period being a stream of 5 days, I spotted for 3 weeks straight. The first month it happened I was like, “Alright, bet, I just need to work it into my system and it should be set for the next month.” Nope. This just went on...and on...and on. So here I am, 3rd month and countless ruined panties later. I have decided to completely get off the pill. No more birth control for me. Chu is snipped and due for his sperm count appointment in Dec. We’re just going to have to tough it out til then. I’m going to experiment with my diet and keep working out until I can naturally combat my Moon Blues.

I’ve officially dropped my coach and I feel back at square one. That bastard hasn’t answered any of my text messages for over a month. What a freaking waste. I haven’t been to the gym in about a week in a half. Mainly because of my body being bloddy and feeling gross this whole time. I start again on Monday, this time with Chu in tow. We made up about him being a horrible workout partner and now are decided to change times of our workouts and maybe gyms? I’m not sure on that though. My gym isn’t bad per say but it doesn’t offer a lot. There is a bigger gym just as close but I read that its a bitch to cancel your membership there so I probably won’t bother.

Work has been better. My attorney hasn’t gotten any better, in fact she might have laid it on a bit more. But the firm has hired a new paralegal, one that has been in the game for decades. My attorney came to me, shyly I might add, and informed me that she’ll be taking on the new hire while I get moved to the associate lawyers. I was elated. She is the only reason I hate going to work in the morning. I mean...I still have no clue what I’m doing but at least I won’t be talked down to for making mistakes during my training. As long as my schedule and salary can stay the same I don’t care what I do. I get along so much better with the associates and I feel like i can finally take my time to really learn instead of fighting for my life everyday at work. Thank you Jesus because I was really praying for a solution to my work blues. I was legit about to quit.

November is almost here and I’m looking to shake things up financially. I’m actively saving for retirement now and opened up an investment account. I set some new saving goals and talked to Chu about FIRE. I gave us 5 years for us to move out of the USA. I know that deadline is very extreme but I think I can work under that kind of pressure. I really can’t fail. I have to pay off all my debt (again) and really throw myself into this. I’m looking for a better job, working on my side hustles and trying to eliminate things that no longer serve me. I have a few games coming out next year that I’m looking forward to but thats about it. My niece wants to take a trip to Japan with us and that sounds fun as hell. I wonder how much money I should put toward that?

I’ve decided to stop dyeing my hair and let it grow in naturally. It seems long enough to braid and with the coming winter months I thought it would be a perfect time to let the color go and focus on a more healthy journey. We’ll see how long I can last with this.

I thought I wanted to go back to school to change careers but I’m thinking of just going the cert route and be down with it. Times are changing and I can’t justify spending thousands of dollars on a degree right now. Especially since I’ve been lying about them on my resume up until now and have been doing just fine.

Overall, I feel like I’m in a transitioning period. I have to focus on completely some goals so that future me can live a good life. Current me is living a pretty good one now but it can be better...so much better.

#life update #personal #dear diary #journal #pbthoughts

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michaelmyersofficial · 2 months

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26/02/2024 Monday Night

Honestly I haven't posted much because I've been very busy but in a way that left it really difficult to post about. I had to go back to the dentist twice, because something went wrong the first time. Honestly I'm not entirely sure this will have fixed it, either. This is so much my worst nightmare, and has kind of put me in a really depressed position I don't know how to crawl out of. My family has gone on vacation now without me. This was a known event and I really don't mind it especially as it means they will allow me to go and visit my brother overseas. I am surprisingly nervous though, I've never flown across an ocean before. At the same time it will be wonderful to hang out with him and the d&d guys. I'm a bit nervous because I haven't finished any of the reading I told him I'd do (he bought me the books), but I have until the end of April, so I think it will be fine, probably. I also haven't finished writing out all the letters I meant to send everyone, but I have time yet for that as well. I also have to fill out a new character sheet for the next game, and that hast to be done for Thursday, so I might work on that tomorrow. I haven't really been eating well lately and Ena has been upset with me for it, but it's kind of been hard to. I don't know exactly what's been wrong but I have not felt hungry in awhile. Before they left my family had also considered signing me up for a course at the local community college and / or signing me up to the local YMCA. However, I don't have a swim outfit, and mother's suggestions just triggered dysphoria. I would like to try school, since I look up and do maths school work for fun anyway, but it's so expensive that I'm not sure the cost is worth it. Especially since I'm not really able to strive towards a degree of any kind, or actually work in a job because of my health. The government finally made a decision to deny me fully for disability, despite their own doctor arguing on my behalf. It feels kind of hopeless honestly. I know I can appeal both denials, and I will, it's just so disheartening because it's my only shot at getting the help I need and the people who care can't help, and the people who can help don't care. I have to call the advocate, likely tomorrow morning, and then I'll discuss in therapy on Wednesday. I can't really move forward on this until I call the advocate and talk in therapy, though. They also didn't tell me why they decided, ultimately, to deny me, and said that information will be in the letter they send. It's mostly just waiting games on waiting games on waiting games with them. I've also been having issues with a friend of mine. I love them very much but they've said time and time again that they're going to do something and then don't even try to do it and don't discuss with me what's going on. They said they wanted to come and stay with me, but we've planned twice now for that to happen, only they need to finish their school work first since they dropped out years ago and wanted to complete it. I agree that this is a reasonable goal, but they just. . . Don't actually go to their classes yet act as if plans have never changed even though they can only come here after the classes are finished. In addition, all the money that is needed to make that trip could be saved in a month or so from their job- but they keep spending everything to the last cent on gacha games. It almost feels like they don't really want to come and they're sabotaging but then they act possessive of me and talk about being here like it's a dream of theirs. The whole thing doesn't feel right to me now though, since they've started acting this way (just a few months ago). I guess the dentist and tooth thing has really been getting to me because I don't really know if I've been as busy as I think I am but it's sure felt like it, and I've missed out on a lot of fun things because of that stress.

I do have some plans for the upcoming week, so hopefully I can get back into a regular schedule and things work out for me.

#diary #quest log #ena #family #books #brother #d&d #dentist #disability #friends

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The Zo story 2

Ok. So.... Beginning of the end.

The relationship between me and Zo started to follow a pattern of one person being generally happy in the relationship and home life while the other wasn't. When I was happy I spent more time working and socializing with my friends while delegating some housework between both Zo and myself. While Zo spent time doing some cleaning and taking care of our pets. When Zo was particularly happy he spent just about every waking hour playing a video game, having sex with me, or at work. While I spent my time working, cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry, managing the finances, getting the groceries, and doing literally everything for myself him and the pets on top of having sex with him whenever he asks. My "happy time" would last about a week or two while his would last for months. I would I would ask for help with some of the household activities. He would "step up" for about two weeks, get super frustrated that he couldn't keep up with the things I was asking him to do. Have a meltdown. Then I would step in and save the day by doing all the things he couldn't handle for a week for the next couple months. Rinse. Repeat.

If you know anything about me personally, (hopefully no one who reads this does), you'll know that my dream has always been to travel for work. I wasn't really too picky as far as what the job was just as long as I got to travel while getting paid I was happy. I knew with the way my life was going, taking care of Zo like I was his parent, I may never be able to achieve that goal. How could I trust that he could take care of the things that I was taking care of while also being gone all the time. How was I supposed to take care of his needs? What about my beloved pets who would take care of them?

Then one day at work I was scrolling through one of the hundred sites the company I work for uses. This time I was looking on the page with all the job openings. Company wide. I usually use this page to see if there are openings in cities that would be fun to move to like Atlanta or Miami. This time I typed "travel" in the search bar. There was only one result. The description seemed pretty strait forward. "Traveling Training Site Supervisor" Sounds official too. And it's a corporate position. "Huh. I wouldn't hurt to apply" So I did just that.

When I got home that day I brought it up to Zo that I had applied to a travel position. He didn't seem elated but who wants to hear that their girlfriend wants to travel the country instead of stay home and take care of you. The conversation ended with us coming to the conclusion that it would be good for me. If, and that's a big I F, I got the position it would be a big promotion and decent bonus. We would be spending less on groceries and he would pretty much have the place as a bachelors pad. He told me he could hold down the fort while I was gone and I agreed to pick up where he left off when I got home and that we would do what it takes to make it work.

Three interviews later I was told that I got the job. This was the happiest that I've ever been. I would fly out to a new city on Monday, work through the week, then fly home on Friday. I'd have the weekend to spend with Zo and my friends and family. No more 12 hour workdays, no more late nights up doing house work and cooking and laundry. I didn't even need to go to the grocery store anymore because I could finally afford to get them delivered. There was just a few things that I noticed that weren't so perfect.

When I would come home for the weekends I immediately noticed how unclean it was. Let me clarify something: I would make sure the apartment was perfectly clean and spotless before I left for my next work trip. So every bit of mess that would accumulate was stuff from the 5 days I was out of town. Zo's mess. But I was a damn near perfect partner and would clean it all up for him. I found it kind of strange that he wouldn't tell me that it was getting messy around the place in our daily video calls but I wasn't too concerned.

The worry came when I started noticing the dog. I love my dog. I begged for a dog for almost a year before we finally got one. So of course I made sure she was taken care of. She has many food allergies so I had to spend a lot extra on her food and she was older so I made sure the place was accessible to her. I even converted the extra room to the dogs room. One day I came home and I noticed that the dog was looking skinnier than I remember her being. Zo told me that she ran out of food and he had been meaning to go pick some up for her. "Why didn't you tell me that? I could have had some delivered before she ran out." I said. "Well I wanted to handle it because I know how hard you've been working..." or some other bullshit came out of Zo's mouth. I just made him promise to make sure She eats before anything else came out of his mouth. As her caretakers we can easily figure out our next meal even if we don't have any money but she relies solely on us to feed her. I don't even want her to feel like she cant rely on us. He agreed and we moved on.

More weeks went by as we adjusted to our new lives. Now I was travelling on Monday morning, teaching through the week, Flying home on Friday, then cleaning the entire apartment and making sure the animals, the groceries, the laundry, the car, and the finances were taken care of through the weekend. Zo claimed that me leaving put twice as much work on him than before. He felt like he couldn't do all the stuff I was doing when I was home. I tried to explain to him that actually it was less stuff. When I was home I taking care of myself, Zo and the animals. Well Zo jus had to take care of himself and the animals. Anything that could be handled remotely, like finances and groceries, I still handled. He told me I didn't understand. I didn't. What he was trying to convince me of just didn't make sense to me.

I also noticed in our daily calls that Zo was acting different. He worked a night so depending on what part of the country I was in I was usually calling him while he was on his way to or already at work. The call where he was at work I could see his face clearly and honestly... he looked terrible. I noticed the dark and heavy bags under his eyes. Maybe he hadn't been sleeping but he always assured me that he was fine. He would also get really sad all of a sudden to the point where I would get uncomfortable. He would even get upset enough to cry while on the phone at work.

Things ultimately came to a head when I went to Seattle for the first time. When I came to Seattle for the first time it was near the end of a five week stretch of me barely being home. I was spending every waking hour at home cleaning, even omitting sleep to get the place looking perfect. I was very worried about my dog because at this point she was looking very malnourished. My 4 year old pet rabbit had even passed away while I was gone. I noticed that the groceries that I had ordered weeks ago had never made it past the front door and Zo was really only eating foods like popcorn and tortilla chips.

One night while I was home and Zo was working we were on the phone. Zo had said something to me that seemed too scary to ignore. He said "Before I met you, I felt like a vegetable. Like my life was going nowhere. I was either going to live off my dad forever or kill myself. But once I met you I didn't feel like that anymore. Since you've been gone I've been feel like like a vegetable again" I didn't know what to say at the time except "Are you planning on hurting yourself in some way?" He said no. "Well have you told anyone else that you're having these kinds of thoughts? Like a friend or your dad?" "No" He said "And if I did tell my dad he'd just tell me that I'm a looser. I don't want him to know that I feel like this". I just said ok. He made me agree to not tell his dad. I did even though I knew I was going to tell his dad anyways.

I waited for him to get home to ask him again about what he said and his behavior was erratic. He would break down crying every time he looked at the calendar posted on the fridge of the dates that I would be traveling. Then would go back to celebrating the fact that I was home in a particularly disconnected way. It took several hours for me to convince him that he needed to sleep. He hadn't slept at all through the night because of his job. As soon as he was asleep, I snuck out to sit in my car and called his dad. I told his dad that Zo was showing signs of going through a mental health crisis and I believed he was going to hurt himself or others. Changes in behavior, changes in sleep and eating, thoughts of suicide. His dad, who lives an hour away happened to be less than ten minutes away. Seconds had passed before his dad was at the door.

When his dad came in I woke Zo up and told him to come out to the living room. His dad sat us down and we talked about the new job I had, and Zo's job working nights, we talked about the rabbit being dead and Zo admitting that he was responsible for her death. Then his dad asked him if he was having thoughts of hurting himself. Zo looked at me then to his dad and said no. I don't know if his dad believed him or not but then he asked him if he was taking his Zoloft. Zo said no. His dad then told him to get the bottle and take one for me and his dad to see. Then Zo's dad made him refill the prescription so he would have enough to last him for another ninety days. After that his dad hugged us both and left.

Zo immediately went into the bedroom and slammed the door. I knew he would be mad at me for lying about not calling his dad. I felt it was more important that someone other than me knew he was struggling. Zo came back out the room and started yelling at me. He said that I had betrayed his trust and that he wasn't sure if he could trust me anymore. I told him that I would rather loose his trust them watch him lose his life. A few weeks prior we had just left a funeral for his eleven year old cousin that took her own life. No one knew she was suffering. I didn't want that to happen in my home next. He then broke down crying saying he doesn't know why he's so mad at me and he didn't want to be mad at me. He knew I did the right thing but he couldn't stop feeling the way he did. I suggested to him that he go to a crisis center but he was offended at the idea of going to an inpatient mental health facility of any kind. I dropped the subject and was gone to Seattle again the next day.

While I was in Seattle I had met Sunshine for the first time. They were the total opposite from Zo in almost every way. Smart, organized, clean, very attractive, worked a great job, and did I mention how attracted I was to them. I haven't told them or anyone else this but I knew I was in love with them from the first night I spent with them. I was so nervous when we went back to their place that I sat across the room and had to be invited to the bed. The sex was unlike anything I had experienced before. I literally cried when I orgasmed the first time that night. The next morning they made me breakfast: it was eggs with toast and ham, avocado, and a golden kiwi.

Of course I told Zo what I had experienced but he wasn't happy for me. I could tell. While we were in a polyamorous relationship for the three years we were together he had never put in a real effort to meet anyone else. He would swipe on dating apps for a few days and then get discouraged when no one would message him back. After I told him about my night with Sunshine he went online again and actually met someone. The girl he met honestly looked eerily similar to me. Short, dark skinned, heavy set, big tits, cute round face, and round glasses that looked just like mine. I remember joking with him and saying "You definitely have a type"

Zo had texted this girl for about a day before inviting her over. Since I was gone I was only getting second hand accounts as to what was going on in the apartment. He claimed that he had found a second wind of sorts. That he was extremely motivated to clean and cook and take care of things that he had put off for months. He told me that he LOVED this girl. A bold claim for only a few days of texting. I noticed that he was reaching out to me through the day. This was odd because he's supposed to be sleeping during the day. I kept note of how many days in a row he was texting me and once it got to day three I got really worried. I kept asking him if he had any plans to sleep each day and he would always say "After I finish cleaning I'll take a nap before work." Those naps never happened. Then the day she was supposed to be coming over came. He drained his entire bank account to buy wine and and snacks and dinner and candles for the supposed romantic evening he had planned. I remember he called it "husband treatment". Something I had never gotten from him. In the three years I had been with him all the housework I had requested from him was too grueling of a task for him to do. He had only cooked dinner a handful of times, and he had definitely never done laundry or cleaned the bedroom.

He picks her up, bringer her back and apparently they had sex till the sun rose. He called me next morning while she was sleeping to tell me how wonderful the night was and that he was in love with her and gave her "husband treatment" and that he had never felt so great. He also had some ideas that I should listen to as well. He told he he wanted to sell my car... the car I just bought 4 months prior. After selling my car he wanted to trade it in for a truck . . . Of course I said no. The reason we agreed on a car was because we needed a fuel efficient vehicle that was generally inexpensive to maintain. Even after trying to rationalize my take he wasn't trying to hear it. He just got mad and started yelling at me on the phone sayin that I don't trust him with the finances and that he's got it planned out perfectly. Why wont I just let him do what he wants? I never drive my car around he does. I was confused because something didn't seem right. The conversation got cut short because he had to take this new found love of his home.

I spent the day traveling home myself. Rental car return and two flights later I had landed. When I called him while on the plane he old me that he hadn't left home yet. We lived 2 hours away from the airport and it was late. There was no way I was going to wait that long. So I called my sister to come pick me up who was fifteen minutes away. When I relayed the message to Zo he was LIVID. Angrier than I had ever heard him before. He screamed and screamed without letting me get two words in. "Why is it whenever I have a plan you don't want to go with that? How come you always decide what we do? Why cant I get what I want sometimes? I don't want to drive two hours to your moms to pick you up. Just wait at the airport for me." I couldn't do anything but cry and agree. I told my sister nevermind and reluctantly waited at the airport.

Jeez this is getting long but I'm not doing a part three.

When he pulled up to the airport he was clearly upset. His eyes were bloodshot and surrounded by dark circles. He started driving away erratically, so bad that I was scared we were going to wreck. I ask him if he's ok and he starts ranting about how he never gets the things that he wants and people never go along with his plans. I must think he's stupid for not trusting him to buy a truck. He put forth all this effort and money into the girl he was trying to impress but she didn't want him so she was going to have to pay him from now on... I was thrown for a fucking loop when I heard that. I told him I knew a short cut to get us to our next stop before we go home and directed him to get off on the next exit. I had him pullover into a random parking lot and he immediately hopped out of the car sat on the sidewalk and started crying. I'm not going to lie... For a second I thought about getting in the car and pulling off without him. He was scaring me and I wasn't sure if he was going to get any worse. He had never yelled at me like he was yelling just then and I knew I had to get out of that situation.

I didn't do it though. I should have. Instead I comforted him. Hugged him and kissed him. Told him that no matter how much effort you put into things people are going to take their own path. I thought maybe the girl rejecting him was his biggest concern at the moment given all the things he was saying. He got into the car. We made our pit stop and we drove home. The drive was no better than before except I was behind the wheel instead. The whole drive he was ranting and screaming about wanting to buy a truck and how I didn't trust him and how I needed help. ME! He kept going and going until I stopped trying to rationalize with him and just told him to stop talking until we got home. I had plans to invite a few folks over to celebrate the fact that id be home for a while then going to Miami to celebrate my best friends birthday. Zo was supposed to come but he never requested off from work...

When we got home he calmed his behavior down some. My friends could feel something was off too but was too nice to say something. We could feel the tension in the room. That night we all drank, smoked and did shrooms. Around two in the morning everyone had either left or found a place to sleep for the night. And I was headed to bed myself. Zo was wide awake. I told him I knew he hasn't slept for 5 days and should come to bed since he'd be off until I left town again. He got in bed with me and I was fast asleep until I woke up with him on top of me again. I jolted awake but was too intoxicated to do anything. For some reason whenever I do shrooms it makes me very wet. Dripping onto the floor like in hentai wet. I felt him slide in but I really couldn't move or say anything. I was being violated again by him. This was the last time. He kept me up all night, using me... I couldn't do anything until the next morning when I finally started to sober up.

I wish I had it in me to confront him about what he did but honestly his behavior that day was something out of a horror movie. I had to work remotely that day so I stayed in bed with my laptop all day. He spent the next 24 hours going back and forth in and out of the bedroom ranting and screaming and crying at me. I knew he was gone. The person that was in my home wasn't the same person that I had built my life around. His rants became more and more erratic. He was contradicting himself every time he spoke. Claiming nonsense as fact. He had even told me that he was done with me because I had cheated on him with Sunshine and that his sexual encounter with his girl was different because she was going to be paying him for the night they had spend together. He ranted about having plans to get into sex work so he could feel appreciated and bring home more money. And at this point he was going to buy TWO trucks and a motorcycle...

At this point I started recording him and sending the voice memos to people. I thought he was going to end up hitting me at the end of all this. So I recorded and put people on the phone to hear what he was saying. Sunshine heard some of his rants and told me I needed to find a way out and I agreed. By the time we made it to day two of my time at home, he had kept both of us up for a second day in a row. Well this was his 7th day without sleep. He was the angriest I had ever seen him and I've never been so scared of him. He made me sit in front of him while he screamed in my face. I couldn't do anything but sit there and cry, He called me ugly over and over again. He told me that he was going to take my car and have sex with the other girl in it. Then he said he was done and leaving me for good. Then he pointed to the gun in the corner of the room. "I'm going to get YOUR car and speed down the interstate so I can get pulled over. I'm going to talk SHIT to some cops so they can SHOOT and KILL me. If that doesn't work I'm going to come back here and use that gun. You understand?" Then he left out the front door.

I immediately called his dad. I couldn't even speak. I just cried and said he was going to kill himself. While his dad was on the phone Zo came back through the front door to tell me that he hated me and should go pick that girl up now and bringer back so I can watch her have sex with him. Then maybe ill learn how to treat him. His dad called the cops.

I called my mom and all my friends to come. They got there in what seemed like minutes but probably hours. I was still in shock. My mom told me to pack up all my stuff and that I was leaving. So that's what I did. I packed up as much of my stuff as I could and left. I got a few texts and calls from Zo when he realized that the cops were looking for him. He told me he hated me one last time. I put my stuff in my moms truck and she took me to the airport just in time to make my flight to Miami.

I was gone.

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