#maybe I’ll mediate before I start on my work

[crybaby-bkg]

a slight continuation of this

no caller ID pops on your screen, pulling your attention away from your previous task at hand: not fucking up your eyeliner. you typically wouldn’t care if it was a little uneven, but you’re going on a date tonight, for the first time in so long, and you want everything to go as smoothly as possible.

which is why you groan when you end the call, and that same no caller ID pops right back up seconds later. you know who it is—who else would it be? you figured he’s already seen your story of being excited for going on your first date in a while, on the only app you hadn’t blocked him on. petty? perhaps, but it’s on him to be keeping up with you despite you cursing him out for wasting your time and then blocking him right after.

you watch it ring though, contemplating for a while longer than you should. you blocked him for a reason. no need to entertain his same shit that he always spews to you when he realizes that he might be losing you once more?

….but it doesn’t hurt to hear the hero beg for you.

“What do you want, Bakugou?” You sigh irritably as you finally answer his call, putting him on speaker as you go back to even out your eyeliner. You hear him huff on the other side of the phone at the use of his surname, but he doesn’t say anything about it, instead, quickly telling you what he’s been bothering you for.

“Who’s the fuckin’ loser that’s gonna drool over how good your tits look in that stupid green dress you love so much?” Bakugou grunts, and you instantly feel your face heating at his crude words. You glance over with a frown at that same green dress that makes your tits look good, where it hangs on your closet.

“None of your damn business, Bakugou.” You snap at him, wondering if it’s too late to find something else to wear. “Not like you ever took me out in my stupid green dress.” Your voice holds a level of bitterness that only he can bring out of you, and you hear his sigh through the speakers.

“I told you this before, I’m always—”

“Busy.” You cut him off, voice suddenly thick as you think back on the countless rejections he’s splattered at your feet every time you tried to further your relationship with him. “You reminded me of how busy you’ve been since you first started this whole situationship.”

“Situation—? Huh? We were dating!” Bakugou protests with a huff, and you can hear how he paces the floor quickly. You glare at your phone, setting down your liner to instead pick of your (his) favorite lipgloss.

“You’d have to ask me out to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to court me to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to make time for me and take me out on dates and not hide me to fucking date me, Bakugou.” You spit at him, venom dripping off of your lips in waves. You don’t know why you answered, why you even entertained him. You shake your head with a huff when the line goes quiet, eyebrows quirking up when your date sends you a text to make sure you’re still on for tonight.

“I’m sorry.” Bakugou mutters pathetically, his voice suddenly soft. You hesitate, for some reason, when it comes to texting your date back. Why do you always hesitate when Bakugou is around?

“Let me make it up to you, court you, and shit. I can take you to one of my favorite places, you can wear that pretty green dress and that gloss you know I love.” His voice is pleading, thickening and sweet and suffocating. You shouldn’t respond, should reply back a yes to your date.

“Please? You know how much you mean to me.” Bakugou mumbles, and you can hear the earnestness in his voice. Why haven’t you said yes to your date yet?

“I’ll do better this time. Just one more chance, sweetheart.” Bakugou’s voice is so soft, you’ve never heard him this vulnerable before. You sigh with a shake of your head, slumping back into your seat in defeat.

…

Sorry, I can’t make it tonight. Something came up. Maybe we can reschedule for another time?

#sorry this is kinda angsty lol #but I saw this tt earlier where this girl was so giddy bc ‘no caller id’ called LOL #and it just reminded me of the first part to this #at first he’s all ‘no we can’t date bc of xyz bullshit reason’ #but the moment you’re like ‘I’m done w this toxic back n forth we’re not even a couple’ #he’s like WE WERE TOGETHER THE WHOLE TIME!!!!! #delusion is what I like to call it #also he definitely takes you out to a place that’s very secluded and exclusive #to shut you up for the time being #the whole ‘at least I took you out!’ shtick #I hate him actually #but the toxic hate sex goes crazy ☝🏻 #okay gn I’m sleepy and I felt so shitty today #or yesterday #so I’m hoping today will be better #maybe I’ll mediate before I start on my work #I wanna go on a walk sometime this week bc it’s gonna be great weather but my anxiety keeps telling me #that one of the stray cats or foxes is gonna attack me AKSJDKDJDJD #omg does anyone remember me talking about that calico kitty in my backyard at one point??? #I haven’t seen her since and I hope she’s okay :( we miss her :( #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #bakugou treats! 🍬

[ghosts-bandwagon]

did i hear konig... can you do an unrequited love with konig. maybe the reader already has a partner (ghost? soapy? someone else?) and konig wishing it was him getting to be with the reader instead... i love watching my faves suffer.

I love your mind anon 🤩 (for maximum effect, I recommend listening to this song- it’s the one I was using to write this 😭)

It’s not often that KorTac and the 141 work together, but the handful of times that it happened were always a treat. Despite everyone else’s complaints. You always managed to make it an enjoyable experience, you’d wind up acting as a mediator between the two teams, even though no one asked you to. You’d always be the first one to step in between König and Ghost when they’d start to let their differences get the better of them. It was amazing watching you stand in between the two mountains, gently shoving both of them away from one another. Despite being a lower rank than him, your presence commanded as much respect as Ghost’s.

It’s part of what made König gravitate towards you, so whenever your teams would work together he’d start to interact with you only. Even though your jobs were demanding, taxing, and draining on the best days, you still found a way to laugh it off. And god your laugh was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, like wind chimes on a soft breezy summer day, it brought him so much peace to hear you. You were so kind and openly loving of your team. When Soap and Ghost came back from a rough mission, you took them both in your arms. Soap returned the embrace with eyes shut and full of emotion, Ghost patted your back and pulled away. You didn’t care, you were just grateful to have them back.

And then you turned to König after Soap shuffled off to his room, you walked up to him and rubbed his arm, hesitant to embrace him, unsure of his comfort levels. He leaned into your touch and you took it as permission, so you got on your toes and wrapped your arms around him. He leaned down and snaked his own around your smaller form, committing to memory the way you fit against him.

“Forget it. Keep pressing on.” You murmured in his ear, he squeezed you a little tighter and took a deep breath, the scent of your shampoo embedding deep in his mind. He straightened up, and wondered how someone who saw the same carnage as he did could still be so good.

“Thank you, schatz.” His voice felt like wind blowing through a crack, he was winded but in the best ways. You smiled softly at him and rubbed his arm one more time before pulling away and walking in the direction of your lieutenant. Every time he’s seen you and interacted with you, he falls deeper and deeper down the hole, he’s in the palm of your hand and he wonders if you’re even aware.

It’s when he’s on his way to the showers that he heard it. Soft voices filtering through a crack in the door, and one that sounded an awful lot like yours. He loved everything about you and anything to do with you, so naturally he looked through the crack and sure enough he saw you and Ghost.

“I can’t have you out there.” He argued,

“It’s not up to you, Simon, how the hell am I supposed to do my job if you’re going to be freaking out anytime we’re on the field together?” You were sat at his desk, legs swinging as you watched him pace back and forth,

Simon?

“Fuck. I know.” His head dropped, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. König watched as you walked towards him, your hands coming up to his chest, slowly sliding under the fabric of his balaclava,

“I need you to trust me, Si.” Your voice was low, your fingers gently moving the fabric up and over his mouth, resting it at the bridge of his nose. König couldn’t see the exposed skin on account of you blocking his view,

Wait.

“It’s not you I don’t trust, you know that.” He sighed, his hands rested on your hips, holding you against him, “I can’t promise I’ll keep you safe.”

Hold on.

“Well I trust you. Besides, I’ll be with König. I trust him.” You reasoned, Ghost rested his forehead against yours,

“Just be careful, love, please. For me.” He begged, his voice desperate and sad.

“Always.” You were so gentle, just as you always were.

And you did the unthinkable. You leaned up on your toes, just like you had when you hugged König not too long ago, and pressed your lips against his. König felt sick. He wanted to scream but he knew better. He quietly stepped away, feeling like he was stuck in place, struck by lightning and frozen with ice. His blood ran impossibly cold. He tasted iron in his mouth before he realized he bit a hole through his lower lip.

He never stood a chance, did he? He walked numbly towards the showers, the scene playing in his mind over and over again. And as he stood under the spray of cold water, he could only imagine the softness of your touch, the tips of your fingers gliding along Ghost’s cheek as you moved his mask away from his face, the warmth of you as you pressed yourself against him.

And then it all made sense. When you’d stand in between them, you’d always lean against Ghost just a little more. Your eyes always found his as soon as he entered the vicinity, and they always held a certain glimmer in them when Ghost would return your stare. It would probably explain why you so especially attuned to him, always aware of him and his quiet presence.

As his head hung in the shower, cold water suddenly not feeling cold enough, his heart broke in his chest. He felt bile rising up to his throat, he wanted to punch and kick and scream and beat the ever loving fuck out of Ghost. But then he’d lose you forever if he did. He’d just have to settle for your friendly embrace and the fact that you trusted him enough to look out for you. It would have to be enough, even if it never could.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #könig x reader #one sided pining #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #ghost x reader #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #cod mwii #ghost cod #könig #könig angst #cod one shot

[somber-sapphic]

hey lovey! could you possibly do 3 and 11A from the prompts for wandanat or marina? you choose!

I was thinking they work themselves too hard until they can’t deny they are unwell. Then they collapse and terrify their girlfriends, and fluffy sick comfort after ❤️

Perfect Partners

〖Notes: Hi sweet anon! I'm so sorry, this one slipped through the cracks I just found it in my drafts and finished it up. Please forgive my medical words, I am very much not a medical professional, my knowledge all comes from Grey's Anatomy and Google. I hope you enjoy! (for some reason my Station 19 fics always get long)〗

〖Summary: What you thought was a cold lands you in the hospital.〗

〖Word Count: 1.9k〗

〖Pairing: Marina x Sick Reader〗

〖Warnings: IV, hospital setting -not sure if this is a real warning but hospitals terrify me so I figured I'd add it in-〗

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You slammed your fists against the punching bag, breathing heavily through your mouth as cold rivulets of sweat rolled down your back. Every few breaths were punctuated by a cough, but there wasn’t much you could do about that.

Maya had invited you to the gym, and while you both normally preferred to work out separately, it was her way of mending the argument you’d had the night before.

It was one you’d had frequently, where you would yell about her dangerous career while she bit back about your boring one. Carina hadn’t been home to mediate, leaving the two of you to fight it out on your own.

The blonde asked you to come to the gym as her way of extending the olive branch, apologizing for the way she had spoken to you. Your acceptance was your way of doing the same. You loved her so much, even with the fights. She understood that they came from a place of fear, and both of you felt guilty every time.

The firefighter had been glancing over at you for about twenty minutes now as you moved from machine to machine, listening to your wheezy breaths and heavy coughs. Of course, she knew that it was time to go home, but she was worried about how to bring it up.

Maya knew that you had a habit of getting defensive when it came to your health—probably a side effect of living with a doctor and a paramedic—and didn’t want a repeat of last night. However, as the morning went on, the woman was beginning to realize that it was time to get you home and into bed.

You threw another punch and gasped, a sudden sharp pain in your chest. You doubled over a bit and started to cough, unable to contain it. Luckily, the two of you were early enough that the gym was mostly empty, but the two or three other patrons cast you a disgusted look; one even stepped off his machine to move to the other side of the room. You couldn’t blame him.

“Woah, okay, your complexion is scaring me. Please sit down.” Maya’s hand fell on your back, and she eased you onto the floor, not shying away from your very sweaty self. Nevertheless, she rubbed between your shoulder blades until you were able to regain your breath.

“Okay, come on. Let’s go shower, then I’ll take you home,” the blonde said, her voice soft but firm. You groaned softly and shook your head, moving to check the tape across your knuckles. It had slipped a bit, but there wasn’t any damage to your hands. You hadn’t done a great job of wrapping them; you had been too shaky.

“No, you’re not done with your workout. I’ll just maybe sit, do one of the leg machines so that you can finish,” you replied, your lips fumbling over the words. You were still struggling to catch your breath, the combination of the workout and the chest cold not working in your favor.

“We’re done. Shower at home or here?” She decided, bracing your elbows to hold you up. The medic knew that she wouldn’t be able to discern your temperature until you cooled down from the workout, but based on how you had looked this morning, she was guessing that you at least had a little fever.

Maya was wracking her brain, coming up with every instance over the last few days that you had seemed even the least bit off. During your argument the night before, you had started to cry, but it was a hard topic she didn’t think too much of. Now that she was looking back, though, she was able to name probably ten instances where you had acted out of the ordinary.

She should have noticed it earlier and was already beating herself up over it.

You shrugged, not really wanting to shower anywhere. You were tired and felt gross, and now that it was all up in the air, you kind of wanted just to go home.

The blonde caressed your cheek and kissed your sweaty forehead, grimacing at the sweat covering your skin. It wasn’t the grossest thing she’d seen that week; her job generally consisted of dirt, smoke, blood, sweat, and other fluids, but it wasn’t lovely either.

“Okay, let's get you rinsed off really quick, and then we can go home.” You didn't have the strength to argue, so you just let her lead you into the showers, grateful that she was willing to help you undress and get under the cool stream. You weren’t thrilled by the temperature, but she had set it that way for a reason.

The shower was quick, just a short rinse before you were out again and wrapped in a towel. Thankfully, the clothes you’d shoved into the bag for the post-workout were much more comfortable. They consisted of Carina’s oversized Grey + Sloan Memorial Hospital sweatshirt and your favorite pair of sweatpants.

The shower had made you cold, so you were doubly grateful for the warm clothes, which you snuggled into without any hesitation.

Maya smiled fondly and kissed the tip of your nose, making you sneeze. You pouted a bit and lifted your head from your sleeves, mildly annoyed by the damp spot left from where you’d wiped your nose.

“Ew,” The blonde chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist. You leaned against her, not caring about the looks you got from a few store employees. It didn’t really matter anymore; you were going home.

When you arrived at the house that the three of you shared, you found it empty, a note left by Carina sitting on your counter. Maya deposited you on the couch before grabbing the note, sighing at the words scrawled in the brunette’s typically perfect handwriting. She didn't fit the stereotype of doctors' poor handwriting.

“Car was called in for some emergency surgery; looks like it’s just the two of us,” she said softly, walking around the counter to sit beside you. You scooted over to her and put your head on her chest, nuzzling into her sweater. It probably smelled like her, but your nose was too stuffy to smell anything.

You were only able to sit like that for a few minutes before you started to cough again, your breaths coming in harsh wheezes. Your chest was tight, and your lungs full of mucus.

Now that you were closer, Maya was getting even more concerned. Not only had your fever developed far too quickly for her liking, but she was also worried about your shallow, squeaky breaths.

“I’m going to get my bag. Stay put,” she ordered, not realizing that you wouldn’t be moving even if she asked, not without assistance at least.

The blonde raced through the house to find her medical bag, snagging it from the bedroom where she and Carina always kept them. When she returned, you were half asleep, drooling onto a pillow. Even with your pale gaunt face and red nose, she thought you were adorable.

Maya sat down beside you and pulled out her thermometer, which was quickly dragged across your forehead to reveal a temperature of 102.5. It wasn't drastically alarming, but it wasn't something that stemmed from a simple cold.

“Okay babe, sit up for me.” She coaxed, pulling you into a sitting position. You whined your displeasure, worrying the young woman. An hour ago, you had been working out, albeit not with any particular rigor or accuracy, and now you could barely hold your head up. This was an unexpectedly rapid decline, which was beginning to make her wonder if a hospital visit was in order.

The paramedic rested the stethoscope on your chest, listening to your crackling breaths with intense focus. She repeated the process on your back, shaking her head in mild frustration. When she leaned back, she hung the stethoscope around her neck, leaning forward to look into your eyes.

“I…I really don’t feel well.” You admitted, your voice barely audible.

“Looks like we’re going to visit Carina.” She said gently, earning a whimper from you. You had absolutely no interest in moving from your spot on the couch, but Maya had made it clear that you didn’t get a say in the matter.

“I know, but we don’t really have another option right now.”

It didn’t take long for you to find yourself lying on a cot in a hospital room, a bracelet around your wrist, an oxygen mask covering your face, and an IV in your arm. Most of it was a blur, but you certainly remembered a concerned Dr. April Kepner who had decided to take your case even after you were transferred to the hospital proper.

Now, you were curled up in a bed beside Maya, listening to whatever music she had decided to play on her phone. Carina had been updated on your condition and was supposed to be getting out of surgery in about an hour, but for now, you and Maya were making it work.

・.・✭・.・✭・.・✭・.・✭・.・

Carina rushed into your hospital room, devoid of her white coat. Her eyes were full of panic, which only diminished when she saw you smile.

“Cara mia.” She breathed, walking to sit beside you on the bed. There wasn't a whole lot of room with Maya lying beside you, but she managed. She carded her fingers through your hair and glanced at your monitor, watching the steady beep of your heartbeat.

“How bad are they?” the pediatric surgeon asked, keeping her voice quiet so as not to disturb you. You were sort of asleep, only slightly aware of what was going on around you. All you really knew was that the people you loved were beside you, bringing you immense comfort.

“When we got here, their O2 stats were in the 80s, temp 102.9. Kepner was in the pit; she did a chest x-ray. Looks like pneumonia. She has them on antibiotics and saline for hydration. The plan is to keep them overnight just to be safe and reevaluate in the morning,” Maya replied, mixing medical jargon with comforting her concerned girlfriend.

Carina let out a relieved sigh and smiled, leaning down to kiss your feverish forehead. You grabbed a fistful of her baby pink scrubs, not fully noticing what she was wearing. Even if you had, you didn’t care.

“Someone pushed themselves too hard, huh?” She murmured, settling down into the bed with you squished between herself and Maya. She didn’t even consider changing into real clothes; being with you mattered more.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to come to the gym with me.” The blonde said into your hair, laying her head on Carina’s fingers. The surgeon continued to drag her nails against your scalp, and Maya wrapped your fingers in hers.

“S’okay.” You whispered, settling further into the bed. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing, but it was much better with your girlfriends there. You didn’t even care about the argument between you and Maya the night before; it was one you’d had before, and you’d probably have it again.

Regardless, you loved the woman, and you always would. Every so often, you were reminded of just how lucky you were to be with the two of them. A doctor and a firefighter, the perfect partners.

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[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

I really hate to drop and run, but I’ve posted the latest update just before I step away from fandom.

It might be a couple days, it might be a couple months. I’m not sure. I’ve been receiving some anons that, as a general consensus, are telling me that I was a bully for addressing the content stealing because I have a bigger platform and the other person isn’t a native English speaker. My job was brought into it in a way I was uncomfortable with, and I was told rather rudely that it’s not anyone else’s problem that I choose to spend as much time as I do making content (which, weirdly, I don’t think I’ve ever complained about, per se). I’m being told I am a bitch, a cunt, that I should k*ll myself, that the whole thing was an overreaction, that I was wrong to call the other person out. I’m being told that all I do is stir drama, that my life must suck because I’m such an attention-seeking slut, that I’ve lied about both plagiarism cases and that I attack everyone I’m threatened by. I’m being told in anons, and even in reblogs, that I have nothing to complain about and that the other individual was justified in their behaviour. According to these anons, I’m a liar, I’m toxic, I’m the reason fandom is so awful right now, I’m a narcissist, and I should leave the fandom.

Okay, then.

I came with receipts. Even my call-out post was polite. I did not call this person out until they were rude to me and indicated they were unwilling to resolve this issue. I do not believe I should be subject to criticism and abuse for defending my work. Sure, perhaps “all fanfiction is plagiarism”, but in some instances, my work was literally taken from within mere days of posting, and in the SAME fandom for the SAME root pairing. This is not coincidental. This is not something I ever thought I would be demonised for being upset by.

I refuse to allow myself to be degraded and gaslit into minimising a problem created by another user, and mocked for having feelings over that. I was polite to this person. I was kind to this person. They proceeded to insult me, and so, with no further recourse, I took the situation public as I was recommended to do so by my fellow writers. I have never lied about this - I did publically post it when my attempt at private mediation failed. My intention was to force their hand. It worked. Is this kind? No, of course not. Was I aggressive? Yes, perhaps. But these are the wrong questions to ask.

See - why do I have to tolerate being treated unfairly? Why do I have to bite my tongue and lay down so others can walk all over me? Why is it that the fact that people follow me means I am not allowed to ever voice my upset about the manner in which I am being misused? I don’t understand - are all plagiarism call-outs “starting drama” now? I’m particularly upset by this. I do not bait drama, and I do not start shit for the fun of it. I guess there are those who think I should’ve just let them continue; after all, it’s only fanfiction. Not a big deal, right?

I was polite. Until I wasn’t. I did get angry when, after being confronted by all this, they doubled down, making several manipulative posts about me across platforms and blocking me from my right to respond. I’ll apologise for the tone, and I regret posting links to their crossposts - which I did take down not long after posting them, though this is perhaps redundant now - but I am not sorry for being angry. I am allowed to be angry. Maybe it’s “just fanfiction” and I “don’t own any of this stuff anyway”, but it’s my writing, my hours, my research, and my enjoyment that’s being cheapened by all this. 

To those of you who have a problem with this and with me - at least do me the courtesy of letting me know you think I suck so that I (or my friend, who I will be giving some measure of access to my account) can block you back. I don’t want you being part of my space if I decide to return, and nor do I have to live up to everyone’s simultaneous expectations of me. I feel powerless after being told so many times that I don’t have the right to protect my hard work. I’m sorry you’re disappointed in me, but I don’t have any obligation to act the way you - a bystander, who has no idea how much I’ve worked on my writing and how much happiness it has brought me - deem it morally correct to do so.

So, I’m done with fandom and with writing.

For now at least, that is. I’m sad and drained and I no longer enjoy being part of an environment where I am being attacked for something I didn’t start. My passion has been obliterated. My joy sucked away. I feel alone. And this person has continued to make mocking commentary about me on their Wattpad account after reactivating, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. I’m done.

I’ll be turning off anons for at least a while, even if I feel ready to come back tomorrow. I probably won’t be responding or posting or even really checking in that often, because just the sight of Tumblr is making me anxious and unhappy at the moment. 

I do hope I’ll see you soon. If not - thank you. Thank you for being part of this journey. I love you all for being in my life, even if it wasn’t for long. 

Bye xxx

#em gets personal sometimes #em writes stuff sometimes personal #personal updates

[specialagentlokitty]

Enid x reader - just one date

Part three:

Sitting on your bed, you hand your hands resting in your lap, eyes closed as you focused on the sounds of the music coming through your headphones.

Wednesday had come to speak to you about her investigation, but when she saw you meditating she simply sat down at your desk and pulled out her papers as she stared to focus on trying to figure out her next step.

She needed to talk to you, but she knew better then to disturb you while you were lost in your own mind.

You never did explain fully what happened when you were meditating, but the last time you were disturbed you were unconscious for three days.

Your door was thrown open and Wednesday snapped her head towards it.

“What’re they doing?” Enid asked.

“Mediation, don’t disturb them, they have to stay like that until they’re done.” She replied.

Enid slowly nodded her head and walking over to your wardrobe, searching through it as she tried to find something more comfortable and warm to wear.

You in the other hand hadn’t moved for near an hour since Wednesday had been there, and she was starting to grow concerned.

Enid sat around for a little bit before she finally turned to Wednesday.

“Are they okay?”

Wednesday looked at you intensely before she turned to the werewolf.

“I don’t know. Usually the sessions only last half an hour.”

“How long has it been?”

“An hour since I got here.”

Enid frowned heavily as she looked at you, titling her head a little bit.

You looked so at peace, maybe you were enjoying your time away from the world.

Suddenly your eyes snapped open and you took a deep breath, placing a hand over your heart as you frantically looked around the room.

Enid was quick to rush over to you, taking you into her arms as you tried to calm you breathing while Wednesday brought a chair over to sit in front of you.

“What’s going on?”

“You know I can’t tell you Wednesday, even if I want to, the rules prevent me from doing so. But I can tell you something huge is coming.”

“Good huge?” Enid asked hopefully.

Leaning your head back on her shoulder, you shook your head a little bit.

“No. Bad huge. Something to do with Wednesdays investigation, it’s all I can say.”

You can’t tell them you saw the outcome of the investigation, you knew what was going to happen to every single person involved.

You knew the distraction and horror that was awaiting everybody, and you couldn’t even tell them.

“Enid May I have a moment with my sister?”

“Oh.. of course.”

Enid gave you a smile and got up, padding her way out of the room and you smiled softly at the sight of her in your hoodie.

When the door closed, you turned to Wednesday, your smile falling.

“Wednesday, I need to leave Nevermore. There’s something I need to do, promise me you will not ask any questions, or tell anyone.”

“I promise you.”

You smiled and nodded your head.

“Thank you, there’s something I need to find, something that can help with the vision I saw, but I can’t learn it here. I want you to keep yourself and Enid, and everyone as safe as possible until my return.”

Wednesday frowned a little to herself but she nodded her head.

Getting up, you smiled down at her and pulled her in for a gentle hug.

Wednesday froze, but she slowly hugged you back, resting her head on your shoulder as she looked out your window.

Never have you ever hugged her.

Never.

When you pulled away, you gave her the softest smile she had ever seen.

“It’s going to be fine, okay? Just remember that, whatever happens in the upcoming weeks, remember it’s all going to work out, and I have a plan.”

“You better not be planning something stupid.”

“I’m always planning something stupid, but this… I don’t have a choice… I’m sorry Wednesday. Okay? I’ll have Thing come by your dorm with a letter, do not open it until the date written on it, okay?”

Wednesday again nodded her head and you took a deep breath before nodding back.

“I need to speak to Enid, don’t tell her anything I said in here.”

“Fine. But if whatever you planning turns out to be incredibly foolish I will kill you myself.”

“I know.” You laughed.

You watched your sister leave and Enid come in.

Sitting on your bed, you held out your arms to the werewolf, giving her a warm smile.

“Let me hold you my love?” You asked.

Enid frowned, but she walked over into your arms, sitting in your lap as she tucked herself into your embrace, your chin resting on her head.

“What’s wrong?” Enid asked softly.

“Nothing my love, nothing at all, I just want to hold you for tonight. If that is okay by you?”

Enid nodded and you laid down, holding her tightly in your arms as you fought the tears that were threatening to spill out.

You both spoke about your first date, and what she wanted your second date to be like, and you agreed to it all.

Soon Enid fell asleep, and when the moonlight was beaming through your window you slowly untangled from her.

You heard the tapping of thing as he crawled up your desk, waiting patiently for the letter.

“Take good care of them both Thing, okay? I trust you.”

The hand seemed sad when he agreed.

“I have to do this, not just for them, but for all the children here that are about to become unfortunate victims.”

Thing tried to talk you out of it, but you were having none of it.

You finished the three different letters, put one on the bed, gave another to him and tucked one into your draw as you packed a bag.

Walking over to Enid, you brushed some hair from her face and carefully kissed her forehead, nose then mouth.

“You are stronger then you know Enid, braver then anyone will ever realise, and more beautiful then the sun and the moon combined. I love you dear, and I promise we will be together soon.”

You left the door, and Enid slowly sat up.

She wasn’t actually sleeping, she woke up the moment you moved, but she didn’t know what to do, so she stayed still.

Picking up the letter you had left by her, she slowly unfolded it.

‘My dearest love Enid,

I know this may be hard, we’ve become so close and it pains me to have to leave like this, but I have no say in the matter. It isn’t a choice, it is something I must do.

I will be returning to Nevermore soon, but I pray it may be to late when I do, I’m sorry I can’t be there to tell you this in person, but I’m scared just looking at you will be enough to stop me.

Something is coming, and I am simply not strong enough to protect you and everyone else, so I have to leave. You will always be my deepest love, and what I do I do for you.

I promise we will go on that sunset date you want so bad, but until then I wish for you to have my key, entire my dorm whenever you please, and wear anything you would like.

I hope you can forgive me, and that you don’t hate me for doing this, but I hope you can understand when the day comes.

Sincerely,

Your love, (Y/N) Addams.’

Enid carefully unfolded the bottom part of the letter, watching as your key fell from it an into her lap.

Tears burned her eyes, you would really just up and leave? With everything going on? You’d just leave them all?

She wanted to scream, and shout, and rage, but she had to trust you that there was a good reason for this. You’d never laid to her before, so she had to believe that for whatever reason this was, it was a really good one.

Laying down on your bed, she stared up at the ceiling in loneliness.

Who would have though after one date you could really make her feel like this, she could be really missing you.

She wouldn’t admit it right now, but that one date was everything to her, and knowing you just up and left without a second thought hurt a lot.

Enid tried to fight the tears that threatened to spill, you abandoned her when she needed you the most

#wednesday x reader #netflix wednesday #wednesday x y/n #wednesday #Wednesday imagine #Enid #Enid x reader #Enid x you #Enid imagine #Enid sinclair #enid sinclair x y/n #Enid sinclair x reader #Enid sinclair x you #Enid sinclair imagine

[julietpricee]

Day 12 - Sharpuary (Bad Day)

(Accidentally saved this to my drafts instead of posting it 🙈)

MC knows exactly how to cheer Professor Sharp up (Get your head out of the gutter!!)

TW - Mention of character death

“Galleon for your thoughts?”

Professor Sharp was hunched over his desk in his dark, empty classroom with his head in his hands. He looked up at you, wondering if he had finally, completely lost his touch having not heard you enter the room or approach his desk. 

“Evening Miss (L/N). Shouldn’t you be… literally anywhere else?” He bit through gritted teeth.

You scoffed gently at him, taking a small napkin-wrapped package out of your pocket. “Fine, I’ll just take these pumpkin pastries and leave.” You watched his face light up before you turned smugly to tease him by walking off. 

“Now, now,” you heard his gruff voice call out almost immediately. “Let’s not be too hasty.” 

You hear a loud squeak and spin around to see him pushing a chair out towards you. With a wide grin, you take a seat, placing the pastries out in front of him. Much to your enjoyment, Professor Sharp wasted no time in grabbing one and taking a large bite. 

“These are my favourite,” he said with a full mouth. 

“I know,” you replied with a chuckle, taking a bite out of yours. You swallowed before continuing “I noticed you were a bit blue in class earlier, so I thought these might cheer you up.”

He looked over your face with slight shock and almost embarrassment. “It really isn’t your responsibility to look after my welfare Miss (L/N), that is my job.”

You smiled warmly at him. “I don’t mind,” you confess, taking another bite of your pastry. 

An uncomfortable silence fell between you as he finished his pastry and you wondered if maybe you had overstepped and hurt his pride. In a desperate attempt to avoid his eye contact, you started scanning the room, acting as if it was the first time you’d ever stepped foot in it. 

“Why must you always do this?” Professor Sharp asked, breaking the silence.

You swallowed the last bite of your pastry, looking at him with confusion clear on your face. “Do what, Sir?”

“Put everybody else's needs first?” He continued. You stare at him, not knowing how to answer. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you mediating your friends every time they get into a disagreement. All Mr Sallow has to do is sigh and you’re right there, ready to help. I’m your Professor for Merlin’s sake, and here you are trying to pick up the pieces for me. Why?”

You look down into your lap, swallowing your feelings down. “I don’t know, sir.”

“It’s not a complaint as such, you don’t need to feel ashamed,” he stated softly. “But I must admit, I am a little concerned.” You look up at him with wide eyes. “If you’re constantly running around picking up everyone's pieces… who’s there to help you when you’ve had a bad day?” Your eyes begin to well up and a single tear rolls down your cheek, but you quickly wipe it away. 

Another silence falls between you as he awaits your response.

“Fig,” you croak before clearing your throat. “Professor Fig was always there for me, picking up the pieces as I went.” You let a small chuckle escape your mouth as you look back down into your lap. For a moment you lose yourself in your memories, only to be brought back into the room as you feel another tear roll down your cheek. “Since he died I’ve just been dealing with everything on my own.”

“And how has that worked out?” He asked, leaning forward onto his desk in interest. 

You scoff. “Brilliant, yeah, that’s why I’m crying,” you reply sarcastically. The two of you laugh together before he rests his hand on your shoulder delicately. 

“Well, I can’t promise I’ll be as good as Fig was at being your mentor, but I’m here if you need me,” he continues. 

You smile warmly at him, taking a deep breath to relax your nerves, but your face quickly turns sceptical. 

“How did you do that?” You question him curiously.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he chuckles in response.

“We were talking about you! How did you twist the conversation like that?” You chuckle.

He taps his nose playfully. “An old Auror trick. Maybe I’ll teach you sometime.”

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53448181/chapters/135983035

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fandom #professor sharp #aesop sharp #professor aesop sharp #daddy sharp #hogwarts #sharpuary #sharpuary 2024

[cmmmmmms-blog]

[PLEASE DON’T NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR MY WORK]

Title:[MY BEAUTIFUL LOVER]

Pairing: [Loki x Reader) fem reader

Warnings: [cursing, Smut, 18+]

Summary: [ you and Loki late night together after you teasing him at the party]

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She looked ever so dashing in that dress, my favorite color to and the way her body shaped into it fabric slowly gripped on to her skin. I was dying to touch what is mine.

“ I can feel you staring at me across the room something catch your eye?”

Her smile was ever so gorgeous and the way she smiled at me, saying those innocent words I swear I could take her right now I wanted to the tension was hot I just wanted to kiss her ever so passionately.

“ indeed, I can’t help it looking at quite a beauty”

She smiled once more “what a lucky women.. maybe she will invite you back to her room may be you’ll get something special tonight”

“I’ll sure do hope so” I said to her as I got closer

She looked directly in my eyes This woman was a goddess. She was so breathtaking. Felt I couldn’t breathe when she was around. I feel like I can die A Happy man with just her touch.

She got on her tippy toes even with her heels on she’s is slightly shorter She placed one hand on my chest and put her mouth up to my ear and whispered.

“ I bet you would love that wouldn’t you?”

Her breath was so hot I could feel she was teasing me. She loves to put me up to the challenge. She like to win and I let her.

“I would so very much”

She continued

“ how about tasting me hmm or maybe feeling me up against your torso or how my legs with shaking when you touch just the right spot”

I can feel myself getting hard within my pants I could feel the pain of it throbbing wanna to fill her but the pain was no match of how good it also felt

“Yes please love” I barely get out saying

And before I could lean in, and finally kiss her skin to finally kiss your lips, she moves away from me. And takes a sip of her champagne.

She smirks and says “I bet you would” and just like that she walks away

It’s like she knew exactly what she was doing leaving me in a position where I want her so much more. How could she leave me in such a vulnerable state

-later the night-

I finally got myself to calm down a couple glasses of water and me telling myself repeatedly to stop thinking about her naked but after the party I couldn’t find her no where

I looked for her desperately like a lost puppy I want to find her. I asked around and many just said she went back to her room saying she wasn’t feeling good that it had something to do with the champagne.

I went to her room, but there is no sign that she even was in there I wasn’t sure if I should just give up for the night or keep looking. I decided I should change first and then look for her and when I entered my room I didn’t expect to see her sitting on my bed

She smiled “ What took you so long I was starting to think maybe I’ll have to play all by myself and you know I can’t satisfy myself like you do.

I mediately lock the door. I’ve been dreaming to have her all night, and I finally get to have her the love of my life, my body and soul, my home.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere my love” I whispered

She gets up from the bed her heels off, but her green silky dress is still on. She puts her hair to the side on the shoulder and says

“Can I get a little help here”

She smells so good I kissed the bear side of her neck as her smell went into my throat. I felt that I finally found heaven I unzipped her dress slowly

It fell ever so gently to the ground. She is perfect.

She lays back on the bed fully undressing, and this time I can see every bear inch of her. Her beautiful, naked skin and I was so ready to have but I’m gonna take my time

I can already see how wet she was how she was sensitive to my fingers, but in a way begging for more

“ you’ll just have to be patient love” I whispered

I kiss her the lips I’ve been dying to have all night just to feel them on mine. It was passionate, but soon got rough. I stopped the kiss and continued from her neck to her breast to her nipples then to Her belly to her very sensitive areas that were only mines

I left marks all over her and finally when I got to lick her, her back arched as a moan escaped her mouth

I put my arms under her legs to keep them up and spread them far apart to see every inch of her. I could tell she was shy, but she never would admit it

I gave her one last look before I went down again one lick to which, then soon became my entire mouth, eating her out

She moan my name which I love when she does that

“Loki!!! I’m going to cum” she screamed

I just kept going I didn’t want to stop. I love the expression on her face the fact that she feel too loud. She had to get a pillow to cover her mouth and when in all reality I wanted to hear her scream some more.

She came, and I made sure to lick up every single last drop but we wasn’t done yet

When she finally catch her breath, she said to me

“It’s your turn”

She was going to the entrance of my d*ck

How I would love to feel her mouth around it how I don’t want to stopped her from having a taste but I couldn’t let her do that this is her night to enjoy all of it

“No my love this is about you tonight I wanna give it all to you” saying back to her

She knew immediately that arguing with me would not help so she laid back down and open her legs again as I pulled out my (member) instantly started to enter her. I can feel her wall squeeze around me, it feels so good I checked on The last thing I would want to do is hurt her

Her back was arching again,and are hands were locked in together. She could barely whisper out my name, and my tip was only in her. We still had a lot more to go, and soon fully she begged me for more.

“Please Loki”

I gave her exactly what she asked for she let out a really loud moan I was so turned on fucking her is so amazing

I started to move my hips slowly to tease her, but I thought I was just making the situation worse for me and all of a sudden I felt myself going faster. It’s been a while since I felt inside of her I could feel myself about to come, but I didn’t want to. I wanted this to last.

She kept morning my name, yelling it out really loud and her nails were deep into my back. I don’t care I would wear those scars like a metal that I won

She was squeezing her walls even harder I knew I wasn’t gonna last I gave her the signal that I was about to cum, but I feel deep down. She already knew I came on top of her tummy.

She came at the same time. We was both so out of breath but I still had something to say

“I love you” I whispered in her ear

I started to clean her up and she smiled at me and replied back “I love you too” and she stared into my eyes and I stared back at hers and I was so happy to be with the love of my life

My beautiful Lover.

#loki x y/n #loki x you #loki smut #loki fanfic #loki x female reader #lovers #loki of asgard #loki x female reader smut #loki x reader

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

Hello! I don't know how this works, but anyways, I wanna make a request n.n

Can you do any character you like X neighbor who's sensitive to loud sounds?

If you don't want to feel free to ignore xD Thanks!

No worries at all, thanks for requesting!! <3 /p

I’ll just do this with Wally since I’m itching to write for him rn :] if you’d like to see a specific character later on feel free to re-ask!! /nf

Catastrophic Cacophony

Wally x GN!Reader Who’s Sensitive to Loud Sounds!

Headcanon format (.. Drabble length. I am a fool.. /lhj) , relation can be interpreted by reader!

As long as you could remember, loud noises got to you. Whether they startled you, or however you reacted, they got to you. It’s just how you were, which is perfectly okay! But to say it didn’t pose an issue sometimes would be.. difficult.

From a particularly loud laugh from a friend, or a screechy microphone at an assembly, to concerts, to movie theatres— loud was everywhere. It could be mediated with headphones, of course, but it was still everywhere. So when you moved into the quaint, sleepy neighbourhood? It was quite relieving!

Sure, the denizens would sometimes get a bit rowdy and loud— but they all seemed to understand if you withdrew, or needed a break— which was very relieving! Besides, they weren’t too loud— nothing going inside your quaint little home couldn’t remedy!

Today was one of those days. The sounds had piled up, and it somewhat felt like everything kept getting louder. Sure, you could maybe brush off the occasional screech— even if it rustled your jimmies a bit (/j), but today? Far too much, far too fast.. So off you took! Bidding the others farewell, you’d take off— taking to idly strolling around the town, today!

As you took a moment to breathe in the newfound silence, settling on one of the rickety, brightly coloured benches of the town— you’d soon hear a small creak from its backrest. This was soon followed by a familiar voice, slow and quiet.

“Helloo.”

It was none other than Wally. His impeccably quiet walking had gotten the better of your senses today— ignoring the fact you.. weren’t actually too sure where he showed up from!

Peeking up, you’d give a brief smile and a hushed greeting before looking away from his unwavering gaze. Slightly intimidating, but by now you knew he meant no harm!

“Do you mind.. if I join you, neighbour?”

You glance over again, immediately meeting his gaze again, and give a small nod. Soon, he’d settle on the bench beside you.

Over time, you had noticed that he seemed to notice your issues— though it wasn’t like you tried to really hide them all too much, anyhow. You noticed as, when he was alone with you, he seemed to make an extra effort to not be loud— which wasn’t too hard for the puppet, anyhow, but I digress.

His voice wouldn’t raise much further beyond his normal talking voice, and his tone would stay steady— never skipping up too high. He wasn’t really sure if pitch got to you, too, but better safe than sorry! Not like he minded to speak somewhat flatly, anyhow— it was already how he spoke, to an extent!

Seemingly, though, he had just followed you out here for your company. He didn’t mind comfortable silence, and he surely hoped you didn’t, too.

Even if that silence was.. a smiiidge less comfortable due to the fact, unless he got momentarily distracted, he was just.. kinda staring at you, idly. Why, he’s an artist, he can’t help but to observe (/j)!

But, with that, you two would just.. sit. Maybe you’d chat a bit, when you had calmed down— he’d let you lead when that conversation would start. But until then? He was perfectly happy to sit in silence with you. Especially on such a nice day!

Hihi!! So sorry if that wasn’t great <:] I wasn’t too sure what to do with the prompt— but I hope the way I took it was satisfactory either way!! Thank you again for requesting!!

I also kinda,, maybe a smidge based this off of my own sensitive hearing HAHA — but I’m hoping I didn’t make it too specific! Tried to make it able to apply to a majority :]

… if you saw me post this early on accident because my finger slipped; nuh uh, no you didn’t /lhj HAHA

#wally darling #Wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home Wally darling #x reader #sighsdeeplyanddreadfully

[flowercrowncrip]

I’m having to go to a mediation session with That Carer. Maybe this week, maybe next.

I’m not thrilled about the idea, but I’ll have two people I trust there so it shouldn’t get too heated.

I’m most worried that she’ll say all the right things at the mediation but that she’ll continue to put me in difficult situations, or that even more resentment will build up and explode at a later date. But I’m telling myself that if that does happen I’m more protected now I’ve officially raised concerns once.

I’m having a different carer tomorrow which is also stressful. The nurse practitioner who looks over my case is stepping in because neither of my other carers could cover TC’s shifts at short notice. I’ve met her before and she seems nice but it’s another thing having someone help with my personal care.

I’m exhausted and still very sore from my seizure but other symptoms have started to chill out a little. I considered calling in sick to work tomorrow, but I think it’ll be good to get away from everything for a bit. I also have supervision tomorrow and need to catch my boss up on everything so she’s aware of Howe potentially volatile the situation is/ might become. I also have important external training that would be a pain to rearrange. Wednesday is less important so I can take that off if I need to, and I have all next week off as annual leave too.

Hopefully things will settle down soon.

#That Carer #seizure mention

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol.12 Tsukinami Shin [TRACK 3]

Original title: 討伐

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 12 Tsukinami Shin

Audio: N/A

Seiyuu: Morikubo Shoutaro

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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TRACK 3: SUPPRESSION

Shin enters the room. 

*Thud*

[00:10] “...Fuck! Why!?”

( It’s our duty as Founders to properly sanction those Wolves after what they did the other day. Or at least, that’s what I urged my older brother to do. However, he promptly brushed off my idea. 

He was convinced that knowing how reserved the Wolves usually are, they must have surely had a reason to invade our territory and therefore we should look into that first. Meanwhile, to me it seemed like he was trying to avoid conflict at all costs and to be frank, I have to say that I think that is highly unfitting of the person who calls himself the King of Founders. 

I tried everything I could to argue with him, hoping to earn his permission to finish them off. However, I eventually had no other choice but to give in as we decided to simply demonstrate our power rather than wiping them out. )

[01:09] “Haah…I wonder when Nii-san became this much of a coward? It’d be such a perfect opportunity to get revenge…Yet all he wants to do is threaten them. I have no words for this. I doubt we’ll teach the world a lesson this way. It’s so obvious that all other Demons would be pissing their pants if they found out we made quick work of those Wolves. 

…Oh well. At least we’ll be making the first move this time instead of simply counter-attacking. I guess I’ll just have to content myself with that for now.”

*TIMESKIP*

[02:04] “...It’s almost time. Well, I’m gonna try my best to give them the scare of a lifetime. To be honest, I would love to just wipe their entire existence off the surface of this earth.”

You frown and tell him that there’s other options but violence. 

“You’re still saying that? Listen, violence is the only way we can show just how strong we are. In other words, war is necessary! …You know just how badly I want to fight, don’t you? So why are you so hesitant about it?”

You explain.

[02:39] “Hah! No matter how ‘reasonable’ your arguments may be, in the end, those are just a bunch of sugar-coated words. Both Nii-san and you love to rely on those kinds of idealistic thoughts. So what are we suggesting? That we try to mediate instead of fight? Make peace and work together? Hah! Ridiculous! We’re Founders, remember? You must be crazy if you think we’re gonna hold hands and be buddy-buddy with these other guys!”

You try to make your case.

[03:03] “Exactly. War only spurs on even more conflict. Therefore, we have to continue until there’s nobody left to defy us. I will continue to fight, until all other species bow down at my feet. To defend my pride as a Founder, I will personally rip out their throats with my fangs if I need to!”

You voice your concerns. 

“It’ll be fine, really! I won’t be defeated in this war.”

You suddenly clutch your chest.

[03:33] “...Huh? What’s wrong? Are you in shock just from letting your imagination run wild again?”

You nod.

“Haah…”

Shin cups your cheek. 

[03:52] “...Your complexion is terrible. Also…I made you cry again, didn’t I? But please don’t forget this. I will go into war many times, not just today. ーー And I will come back victorious, promise. …Heh. Please try and see me off with a smile next time, okay?”

You nod.

“I’m counting on you. …Well, I’ll get going then.”

Shin leaves through the front door. 

[04:35] “...’Kay, guys! I assume you’re ready, right? Let’s get this party started!”

*HOOOOOWL*

You stumble back to your room once Shin leaves but eventually collapse on the floor.

*Thud*

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle* 

[05:05] “...Phew~ Maybe I took this intimidation game a little too far? But oh well, I gotta show them what I’m made of, right? Anyway, I better go report this to Nii-san. ーー But before that, I have to show her that I’m fine.” 

Shin leaves.

*Creaaak* 

*Thud*

*TIMESKIP*

[05:44] “...I’m back!”

There is no response. 

“...Huh? Hey! I came back victorious just like I promised!”

Still no response. 

[05:59] “Che…Not even a single reply. Haah…She didn’t seem too stoked about me going, so perhaps she’s sulking somewhere? Either that or she’s been crying and too embarrassed to show her face now. …Ugh.”

He continues looking for you. 

“...Hm? …!? H-Hey! …Oi!”

He rushes over to you. 

*Rustle*

[06:33] “Hey, you! What’s wrong!?”

Shin tries to shake you awake. 

*Rustle rustle* 

“...Oi! …I’m talking to you!”

*Thud* 

“Haah…What’s…going on…? She’s white as a sheet… …!! Don’t tell me…!?” 

*Rustle*

“Haah…She’s still breathing at least…”

He checks your heartbeat as well. 

[07:06] “...Huh? Her heart is beating as well but this…Anyway…I have to put her to bed.”

He lifts you into his arms. 

*Rustle rustle* 

He rushes to the bedroom.

 ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shin tsukinami #diabolik lovers daylight #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[sagehqs]

if you’re hearing BEFORE THE WORLD WAS BIG by GIRLPOOL playing, you have to know SAGE OGLE (SHE/THEY; FEMME-QUEER) is near by! the 29 year old LIBRARIAN AND CLERK AT FINDERS KEEPERS has been in denver for, like, FOUR YEARS. they’re known to be quite FRAGILE, but being COMPASSIONATE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble FLORENCE PUGH. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those ECLECTIC, HOMEY, HANDPICKED, AND FOLKY vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the UNIVERSITY DISTRICT long enough! 

full name: Sage Aubrey Ogle. | nicknames: aubs (always looking for more). | gender and pronouns: femme-queer, she/they. | age: twenty-nine. | sexuality: bisexual. | date of birth: june 26. | sun sign: cancer ( loyal, creative, sensitive, insecure. ) | moon sign: gemini ( childish, witty, impulsive, outgoing. ) | rising sign: capricorn ( hardworking, honest, sensitive, ambitious. ) | tarot birth card: strength. | place of birth:  charleston, west virginia. | occupation: librarian at the denver public library and clerk at finders keepers thrift store.

she can be found in the last drops of rain hitting hot pavement, soft greens and purples that blend together in the heat of parties, dissonant but purposeful notes in punk songs, awkward lyrics that paint too many stories at once, the aglet barely hanging onto worn out shoelaces that hang onto even more worn out sneakers, and the moment of peace you get when you walk into your apartment after a busy day at work

Sage Ogle was born in a local Charleston, WV hospital -- the air was out, the room humid, and her parents immediately doting on her as she wails her first cries.

They grew up in creek (crick) beds and foothills. Poison ivy was normal and chamomile treatments were well-known every summer. Childhood was filled with puddles, treehouses, and lightning bug earrings.

Deep in the woods in a tucked-away house, she could do what she wanted when school wasn't in session. Most of the time she grabbed a book and curled up under a walnut tree in her backyard -- occasionally opening a nut when she got hungry and dinner wasn't ready yet. Her closest neighbors were half a mile away but loved when she came bearing gifts of cornbread or fresh-baked pie. Most of the time she played with their kids, helped clean up afterward, and came running back home just as the sunset.

As a child she wanted to fit in with everyone, to find space for each person that she could -- which created a bit of a chameleon with no distinct set of self. Her friends were all over the place, which put her at odds with different groups during respective dramas -- but in the end she was always a mediator for them and gave some positive solution. Except for her cousins Daisy and Jeb -- they still don't talk and she truly believes they never will.

This lack of affinity for self left her at quite the crossroads once she graduated from WVU with a degree in English and a minor in gender and sexuality studies -- she didn't know who she was, or what she wanted in life. Hell -- they hardly even knew who they were.

Eventually they figured a big move, a big chop, and a big change was needed. They sold everything they ever owned, bought a beat-up SUV, and trailed their way across the states until the car eventually broke down in Denver. Instead of getting the car fixed, she sold it to the first person who asked about it, used her savings and car money to rent a dinky little apartment in the Montebello District, and began her life in Colorado.

They immediately got a job at Finders Keepers and started to grow in Denver. It wasn't long after that they landed their gig at the library, too. Now they're involved with the city and they know what's going on. The library isn't just for books, it's a place where all people go to learn, a place for resources, and a place for shelter.

After a year and a half in Denver she moved a little closer to the library and upgraded her housing to the university district.

Every day she thinks about applying for grad school, going into library science or public administration -- but every day she settles for the status quo and keeps her safety in routine.

wanted connections: I'm so up for anything! Partners in crime that post radical book displays in the library. A distraction that comes into the thrift store and causes a line. Activist pal that won't skip a beat about protesting with them. A mentor with blurred lines after a night at the bar. The bad taste in her mouth after a bad hook up. I'm here for it all, let's goooo.

#chq;intro #s: wiki #Spotify

[jjamjamm]

Picnics

Masterlist | Domestic Oneshots Masterlist

Wordcount: 676

Summary: Hobbit picnics aren't anything like what you're used to.

After moving to the Shire, you had noticed huge cultural differences straightaway, but one of your favorites were the picnics.

They were far from any ordinary picnic and instead of just being between a few people, they tended to include many friends and neighbors in an elaborate outdoor feast.

The only thing that reminded you of a traditional picnic were the blankets laid out for people to sit on and chat with the people around them while they ate.

Not having expected such a grandiose event when Bilbo invited you on a picnic, you were stunned into silence as you took in the festival that was laid out before you.

“I thought you said a picnic?” You whispered to Bilbo, hoping he wouldn’t be offended and worrying you had misunderstood.

“This is a picnic.” He said, looking confused, “Didn’t you say you had picnics where you’re from?”

“I did- I mean we do, but not like this.” You said, “There more intimate gatherings, with much less food.”

“Less… food…?” He asked, as though not comprehending the idea, “But don’t you worry you’ll leave hungry? I mean, goodness, there’s only a few courses here.”

“Courses?” You asked, that explained the amount of food, this wouldn’t be done in one foul swoop but over the afternoon.

Bilbo shook his head, in awe of your lack of a ‘proper picnic experience’, as he laid down the blanket in the shade of a tree, “I’m beginning to think you just sat on a log and ate a snack during these little picnics of yours.”

“We did not!” You argued, though you were trying not to laugh, knowing he was just teasing you, “For your information, we set up blankets and brought baskets of food. They were pleasant little meals, but not to this… caliber.”

“Hobbits are known for our appetites.” He reminded, patting his own belly subtly. He reclined onto his palms, before trying to see the picnic from your point of view, “Is this too much? I’m sure they’d understand if we went home, probably wouldn’t even notice if we snuck off when the meal starts.”

“No, no you’ve been looking forward to this.” You said, “Besides, I’m dying to try whatever that is at the end of the table there.”

“Ahh, that’s a delicious pastry, see the woman standing by that end of the table? She’s made it, makes it every year and will not give out the recipe. Of course, that doesn’t stop people from trying to replicate it, and failing.” Bilbo explained, “If you want to try some, be sure to butter her up, I will get my hand on her recipe.”

You couldn’t suppress your laugh at the determination on your husband’s face. You leaned over and kissed his cheek before promising, “I’ll be back.”

He watched you cross the grass, and admire the meal decorating the table, the woman he had been referring to approached you, making small talk and encouraging you to try her dessert before the meal. Of course, you did, wanting to see why Bilbo liked it so much. He watched in awe as you complimented her cooking and his jaw dropped as she covered her mouth and whispered something to you.

Soon enough, she was called away to mediate an argument over which herbs went better with what, and you returned to your husband.

You sat down beside him taking another bite of the doughy creation and nodding in approval.

“She uses a homemade cinnamon honey butter.” You told him, “Promised to drop some by for us.”

“How did you manage that?” He asked, “She’s supposedly quite secretive about it.”

“She seemed rather proud of herself, maybe people just don’t make it right.” You said, “This is a lot like fried dough, you have to do it right and work quickly for it to come out right.”

“Do you think you could make it?” Bilbo asked, getting his hopes up.

“Maybe, we’ll see when she drops off the secret ingredient.” You winked at him, “Now, when does this picnic start?”

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #Bilbo #ficdump

[wordsdarkerthantheirwiings]

And here is the second thing that really struck me:

[21/01/20] I still find it difficult and at times frightening to establish boundaries and say no. At work, in my relationships and with, well - everything really. My psychologist pointed out after much discussion of personal circumstances and the past that I have an innate need to be helpful and/or providing something to feel worthy of love.

That was difficult to hear and absorb, but she’s absolutely right. It’s why I constantly put myself forward without being asked, always go out of my way for friends, feel that I need to buy people things to let them know I love them with money I don’t even have. I want to feel helpful, need to feel generous - as if both of those things are checkmarks needed for approval. It is so hard for me to unlearn and stop doing this. I feel guilty for not doing these things, or for standing up for myself and taking time for myself. For putting myself first. It is a hard nut to crack.

Has this improved? Yes, though in one area I’m still holding back.

Though it was so, so difficult to hear this at first, the truth of it sunk in pretty quickly. I started to reflect a lot on those things in my past which made me this way and disconnect from them, one-by-one. Moving into a new company last year where I am, and know I am, well-liked, respected and wanted in different areas was the final stroke which broke this chain. It dawned on me, knowing people were keen on me for the role I’m in now plus two other areas, that I was all of those things despite my weight, appearance and background. And so I realised I’m worthy of love and respect and fixed a lot of my self-image and esteem issues all at once. For all these things, and for my workplace, I am extremely grateful.

And yet in spite of this, romantic relationships are still very frightening to me and I know I’m holding back. But it’s not all because of my own ideas about love and what I deserve. It’s because I still struggle with the idea of real love, that someone can really love me like that, and that a person I bring into my life to be intimately in my space - to be someone I can really open up to when I need it, someone I can trust like that - won’t hurt me the way others who I have supposed to have been able to rely on and trust have before.

It’s funny. I have so many deep, meaningful friendships in my life with people I have known a long time - people who I can meet with after years and yet feel like no time has passed at all. People I’m always connecting with. People who love me. People I can trust. People I know have my back. So it’s not like I know these things aren’t possible, nor that I feel (any longer) that I’m undeserving unless I provide some use. And yet there’s some barrier that is still keeping me away from seeking something that, honestly? I would like to have.

I think, maybe, my resistance to it also comes from having unhealthy romantic examples in my childhood: parents whose fights have descended into things being thrown or broken, grandparents who (as much as I deeply love and miss them) fought all the time. People I had to mediate between, a role that should never be placed on a child. I think it comes from wondering if romantic love is really something that can be healthy and achievable - or rather a fear that I’ll never really find it and instead experience an unhealthy relationship like the ones before me, and therefore pushing the concept of romantic association way the hell away from me.

I keep hoping that I’ll destroy this concept, the way I destroyed the one about needing to be of use. But I think I need another person to talk me through it, which is why I’m going to seek a therapist in a few weeks time. I need someone to challenge me on it in the right way, to throw things back at me in a way that will make me think and therefore deconstruct. I really hope this is the time that I can break this particular chain and move forward because it is something I’d like in my life. I don’t need it, and I feel like that’s important. I’m not sad that I don’t have it. But I would like it; atleast to feel comfortable with the idea of it. I want to break free of what I realise is yet another issue that comes from my past.

#journal post #relationships #romantic relationships #love #self worth #healing #recovery #long post #again (oops) #not negative really - more reflective #i'm thinking out loud

[kinetic-elaboration]

May 6: Overthinking Dracula Daily

No updates from my main main Jonathan today and yet I am still contemplating the whole concept of Dracula Daily. I really think this is an excellent use of the public domain. The idea is so simple and yet in many ways so unusual.

A striking aspect of Dracula Daily is that there are (almost) no embellishments. Aside from the cute little intro to each newsletter (”Jonathan goes on a business trip and collects recipes” etc.), the emails contain only the text of the novel. There aren’t scholarly annotations or footnotes or illustrations. There’s nothing fancy about the content of the updates. If they were published as a single volume paper Dracula, they would constitute an incredibly sparse edition--most publications of classic novels at least include forwards and some sort of eye-catching cover.

The unique twist on the novel is the method of delivery to the reader, which is on the one hand very modern, in that it relies on the internet and email to provide truly real time updates, and in another so simple that it could be of any time--not totally dissimilar to serialized novel updates in newspapers. So even though the concept is dependent on email, I still feel like I am experiencing this book as a reader in a way that is very similar to how many people at other times have experienced new works. (In my case, not really new, as I have read it before.)

I’m really enjoying the collective aspect of it, too. I didn’t realize it was going to be a Tumblr Thing when I started (even though I did hear about it through tumblr) so I thought I’d be just reading by myself. But instead it’s a sort of book club like experience--that’s the best comparison I have, because it’s the only time I’ve read with others in a non-academic setting. I’ve occasionally read books that a friend or family member has read, and of course when you read classics you up the chances you’ll run into someone else who’s also Read the Thing, but while those book choices allow you to discuss your reading with another person familiar with the text, you’re not reading with them. But even the book club comparison is not really the same, because in book clubs, you read (or skim) the book at your own pace and on your own, then come together once to discuss it as a whole--maybe a few times, depending on book club structure. Dracula Daily is nearly simultaneous--everyone is reading the same thing on the same day. Also, because my Dracula cohort are all tumblr people, the discussion is mediated through a social media language: memes, fan art, jokes--people treating the book as if it were a new TV show, just as exciting and cool and unpredictable and wild as any other popular media having its current Moment.

I really hope this continues through November, honestly. I’m going to try my best to keep up with the book updates themselves. I set the bar low when I signed up because I basically need to trick myself into doing things by saying ‘I’m probably not gonna finish but I’ll at least start.’ But I’ve been legitimately having so much fun so far (all of 3 entries in) and I’d like to keep this good feeling going.

#the year 2022 #2022: reading

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Bell x reader - what are friends for

Ooh yay!!! So, I'm a massive Mr Bell fan!! Maybe some bonding in detention (can be platonic!), maybe reader knows what it's like, as her parents had affairs? - @casseroll-from-dads-asseroll💜

Pushing the door open with your foot, you looked around and only saw one student sat in the room.

He was sat at the very back and you sighed.

Giving the other teacher a smile, you set your stuff next to him and held up a finger, telling him to wait a moment before you walked over to the back of the room and took a seat.

“Jordan Wilson. Again?”

“I’m sorry Miss! Okay? They started it…” he grumbled.

“Alright Jordan, it’s okay. Just tell me everything, okay?”

He nodded and told you how the other boys had started it, and he just lost his temper.

You nodded your head and gave him a warm smile.

“I know it’s hard Jordan, but you need to try ignore them the best you can. If not, you come straight to mine or Mr Bells office, okay? You come to to us and you stay with us until you’re all calmed down.”

“Yes Miss…”

Giving him a smile you got up and dragged a chair over to the desk and sat next to Steve, giving him a small smile.

“Rough night?” You asked.

“What?”

You pointed under his eyes and he gave a small laugh, shaking his head a little bit.

“You’ve got no idea.”

“Well, tell me about it.”

“Come on, you’ve got enough on your plate with the kids, taking all their problems.”

You laughed a little and shot him a warm smile.

“I’m the councillor Steve, it’s what I do. But I’m your friend, and that’s what friends do.”

He sighed, looking at your before he finally nodded his head and looked to the student in the room.

“It’s Mandy (Y/N)… I.. I don’t know what to do…” he whispered.

You gave him an encouraging smile and held out your hand to him.

“Talk to me.”

He looked up at you before he finally have in.

“Jordan you can go, but any more trouble it’ll be more than detention.” You said.

“Thank you Miss. And I.. I’m sorry.”

With that the student rushed out and you watched the door closing before turning to face Steve once more.

“I can’t trust her… I want to.. but I don’t know how…”

“This is about the affair?” You asked.

He nodded his head and you told you about how he felt, how confused he was.

When he was finally finished talking he was shaking, and again you covered your hand to him, and this time he took it.

Giving it a light squeeze you smiled at him.

“I know it’s hard for you Steve, but it’s going to be hard for Mandy as well. And going at each other throats over and over isn’t doing you any good.”

“We just keep arguing…”

“Then that’s not a place you should stay in. You both need time apart, I’ve got a spare room, and after a few days I can be a mediator. You two sit down and talk, and any sign of fighting I’ll put an end to it, okay?”

Steve laughed a little and nodded his head, squeezing your hand back.

“You sound like a preacher in this.” He laughed.

You gave a little smile and shrugged your shoulders.

“I’ve had practice.”

“You were married?” He asked.

Laughing, you shook your head and stood up, putting the chair back as you grabbed your things.

“Not me, my parents. They wouldn’t fight in front of me so they would get me to sit with them so they could talk. I’ve learnt what works and what doesn’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, it was a long time ago.”

He grabbed his stuff and started to walk with your down the hallways and towards the main entrance of the school.

“What happened with them?”

“Hm?”

“Your parents?” He asked.

“Oh, right. They split up when I was 14.”

He nodded his head and you stopped walking, so he stopped as well.

“Listen, okay. Not every marriage ends in divorce, you can try to and it work, and if it doesn’t that’s okay.”

“I don’t even know if Mand would agree to this (Y/N).”

“I’ll talk to her okay? You go get your stuff and meet me outside mine.”

“Alright, thank you.”

He quickly rushed away and you walked into the office.

“(Y/N), what can I do for you?”

You sighed and explained everything to her, about Steve staying with you for a few nights and that you’d be sitting them down to talk about everything if it was okay by her.

She took a deep breath before finally nodding.

“Yeah, that sounds like the best idea at this point. He’s been sleeping in his car for gods sake (Y/N)…” she tested up.

You gave a small nod.

“I know, it’s why I offered my spare room. Okay, we’ll try sort this.”

She nodded her head and you stood up, giving her a small smile.

“If you need anything just call.”

With that, you made your way back to yours and not long after you got in there was a knock on the door.

Steve stood there, a bag in hand as he gave you a small smile.

“Come on.”

You showed him everything and set the bed up for him before you both made your way into the kitchen.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.” You smiled.

You pulled him in for a gentle hug, and he hugged you back, his tears soaking your top as he finally let all his emotions out.

To see him go from so happy and in love to this in such a short amount of time, it hurt, and you were going to do everything to help them work it out. Because they were your friends, and it’s what you had to do

#ackley bridge #Ackley bridge x reader #Ackley bridge x you #ackley bridge imagine #Steve bell #Steve bell x reader #Steve bell x you

[kyluvsyi3w2]

You’re still throwing me for a loop and I really wish you weren’t. Everyday gets a little bit better. But still, here I am. I listened to a letting go mediation and fucking sobbed my eyes out. I thought blocking you, before I let you come back one last time, was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. But I know now, maybe what I’ve always known, that letting go of you will be the hardest. You’re wrong, I don’t compare everyone to you. But you do still have this big hold over my heart. You still occupy SO much space! I haven’t held that much space in you in a very long time. I’m not saying I didn’t hold any space or that I don’t still hold some space. What I’m saying is you moved on differently than me. You found her. Although you kept coming back to me periodically you stuck with her. You chose her. You said she’s your person. Whether that’s true or not doesn’t really matter. You chose her all the same. At every corner, every time your conscience popped up, at every blocking, at every goodbye, and even at the very end. I on the other hand let you back in every time hoping it would be different just to be disappointed when it wasn’t. I silently, not so silently, wished you’d pick me. I lived in our fantasies like they had a fighting chance of becoming reality. They didn’t. I held on to our past like it was what made me whole. Your dad told me a long time ago that you don’t complete me I complete me. And for all the times he was dead wrong that time he was right. I need to let go of the what ifs for I could spend a lifetime going through them all. I need to unhook myself from the specific words for it’s the overall idea that really matters. I need to stop holding out hope that you might come back. Which I think I’m doing subconsciously. Or maybe just out of the pattern I’ve been conditioned to. I know you’re never coming back. We’re never speaking again. Even on the off chance that you comeback I can’t let you in again. Because I can’t lose you one more time. I can’t put myself back together from that excruciating heart break again. That kills me to write. I love you more than anyone in this world. More than life itself. More than movies, cheese, and ice cream. That love isn’t enough. It was once upon a time, but it’s not anymore. Not because of me, but because of you. Because you chose her. I deserve someone who chooses me. At every corner, at every challenge, and even, and especially, if they have a you out there in the universe. For even if we could never love each other most of all maybe choosing each other means more? It certainly does to you. I need to let go. I need to actively work on letting you go. I don’t know what that looks like. I don’t even know how to start. All I know is it will hurt. It will hurt most of all. Still I have to do it. For if I let go of you maybe dreams of you won’t throw me for loops anymore. Things that remind me of you won’t hurt like they do now. In letting go l’ll be able to move on. Maybe then I’ll finally find the peace I’ve been wishing for for years. Here’s to hoping, here’s to trying, and here’s to letting go.

#personal #the love of my life #goodbye #miss you #the first cut is the deepest #letting go #moving on