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ailithnight · 1 year
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*Whoops. Forgot to title and link previous chapters. Fight me, I just woke up.
A King in Arkham
Chapter 3
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
"Tim. Tim you have to get me copies of this footage." Tim is not surprised by the request. In fact, the 'Sure' is already on his tongue when he pauses, a thought creeping into his head, seeded by the notification Tim really hopes Jason isn't paying attention to in the bottom corner of the computer.
"One condition."
"Fuck you, I knew you'd want something. What? You want my cookies? Coffee? For Red Hood to go on camera singing praises for Red Robin? I'll fuckin do it. Just send me the god damn clips."
"Nope, nope, and tempting, but no."
"Name your price, Replacement. I'll pay it."
"Swear you aren't going to go rush in and extract the kid until we're done investigating him."
"What!? Fuck that! I told you was pulling him out next chance I get!" Tim lets himself groan in annoyance.
"Look, anyone that could do that-" Tim gestures to the part of the screen where they'd pulled up The Joker's medical reports following the incidents, showing pictures and descriptions of just how thoroughly Daniel had beat his ass 3 weeks in a row, "without getting so much as a scratch or fucking bruise in return, has got something going on. There may well be a reason they sent him to Arkham!"
Jason's eyes narrow at Tim as he all but growls, "No reason is good enough to put-"
"A fifteen year old in Arkham. I fucking know that, Hood. But we still need to know exactly who we're dealing with when we get him out. What his deal is. If his dangerous. What the hell was so wrong with him that someone thought it was a good idea to stick him in there to begin with."
"He could get hurt while we're sitting on our asses trying to satisfy fuckin Bat paranoia!"
"He took down the Joker! Clearly he can take care of himself."
"Then who has been hurting him!?"
"Maybe him fucking self!" Tim knew he was pushing it. The green growing stronger in Jason's eyes was proof. But he needed to buy them some time before Jason made thing exponentially harder by storming the castle. Still, now he needed to calm Jason down before he went into a full rage. So Tim held up his hands placatingly.
"A few days, Jay. Just give us a few more days. I'm already almost through the Arkham reports, and there are only a handful from Chicago and Oracle is probably going to announce any minute now that she got through the communications blackout around his home town. We just need a bit more time to sort out intel so that we actually know how to help him once we get him out."
Finally, after a tense 34 seconds, green fades back into blue and Jason let's out a heavy sigh.
"Fine. But I get to tell the Bat about Daniel's discipline slips. Wanna see his fuckin face when I do."
"Deal." Tim hurriedly puts a comm in as Jason watches with narrowed eyes.
Batman.
Red Robin. Ready to fill me in?
Not yet, you're about to be busy. I isolated a pattern earlier. Exactly 15 minutes before the locks malfunction, there's been a strange power surge. Always written off. But the surge doesn't seem to be coming from the grid. And like I said, exactly 15 minutes later is when the locks malfunction.
Jason huffs as he catches on. Apparently he hadn't thought to question why Tim was so desperate to buy time before.
Robin responds, since he's on stakeout with Bruce. Mostly because Bruce won't let him watch the asylum alone. Much as the kid hates it, the rest of the family agrees. It's only a matter of time before someone in max security manages to take advantage of theses malfunctions. So far Croc is the only one who had, though thankfully he's not one to start shit on his own. But with Joker, Scarecrow, and TwoFace all inside; any one of them, or god forbid all three, could make for a real bad situation.
Tt. So you can tell before a malfunction happens.
Think so. Last power surge was 8 minutes ago.
And you are only telling us now, why Drake?
Codenames.
Cause he spent those 8 convincing me not to go get our kid out yet.
6 minutes. See if you can stop things before they start.
I'm not far out. Want me to join you?
Tt. I doubt we'll need your assistance, Signal. We shall be done before you get here.
No wait. Signal, head in. See if you can get a read on 26B.
You think he might be meta?
Hood?
Jason glares at Tim betrayed.
"I wanted to see his fuckin face."
Tim just waves him off.
"They need to know. You tell them or I do."
Boys
Jason scowls, but relents.
He put the Joker in the infirmary on his 1st, 7th, and 15th days there. All 3 times took no damage himself. Feral child had to be pulled off and still didn't stop struggling till the clown was out of sight.
All 3 assaults followed by panic attacks, though whether about the Joker himself or what Daniel had done to him, we don't know yet.
The comms were silent for a moment.
A 15 year old...
Did what you've never had the balls to old man.
...I've fought the Joker.
Daniel hits first.
Hnn
I will admit, it is impressive that he can take the Joker down alone. Perhaps he will make for a worthy brother after all.
4 minutes.
We're moving in. Thank you Red Robin, Hood.
The fuck are you thanking me for?
For helping. And giving us time to work this out.
ETA 7 minutes out. Be with you shortly.
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The advanced warning proved invaluable for Batman and Robin. After alerting the chief of security of their supposed pattern, he had guards already in motion when the doors swung open. Batman took a perch to watch for max security escapees while Robin assisted the guards in keeping inmates corralled. Many didn't even bother to leave their designated areas, having already seen the Bats in the building.
No sign of any max security inmates. Normally, Batman would find this concerning. And while he did file it away to ponder later why no one from max security ever seemed to make it out of that wing, for today he counted the blessing that he would not have to try to keep Robin safe while dealing with someone like the Joker.
Batman tracked motion through the crowds, watching as a black mop of hair moved, seemingly otherwise unnoticed, through the sea of people. He thought to move in to direct the person back towards where people were being herded to, but the small figure merely walked towards the B wing and entered one of the far cells. That gave Bruce a sneaking suspicion of which patient that was. He moved to get a closer look as Signal swooped in.
"Where is he?"
"I believe he just went into his cell. This way." Batman led Signal to the cell he'd seen that tiny person enter. It was indeed 26B and there was indeed a small, too small, frail looking boy lying on the bed there. A red blotch had appeared under his left eye even though Bruce was certain there had been no injury there as the boy had crossed the hall.
Signal froze beside him, breath stuttering. The boy briefly glanced at them through the corner of his eye, mouth twitching into a brief frown. Then his eyes turned back to the ceiling and his face smoothed out. Bruce couldn't help but reach out.
"Hello." The boy said nothing. Signal opened and closed his mouth, seeming to try to say something, but unable to get words out. Batman wondered what he must be seeing. "You seem hurt. Do you need help?" Eyes flickered back to him and away just as quickly.
"Nothing you can help with Mr. Batman." And oh, how Bruce hated the kid's voice. So quiet and so so hollow. Bruce's mind flashed to his children, imagining any them speaking with such emptiness. His heart clenched, wondering what could have happened to this boy to have snuffed the life out of him so young.
Duke found his voice again, just as the doors buzzed and swung shut again.
"What are you?" Bruce frowned, looking at his latest. Who was looking, as Bruce tracked his gaze, not at Daniel but at the space just above him. Daniel himself seemed to take interest all of a sudden, breaking away his upward gaze to roll his head and look at them. Confusion plain on his face, the first hint of life shining dimly in his eyes.
"Signal? Signal, what do you see?" Batman asked. Robin materialized beside them. The daytime hero stepped forward, then back, light sparking and fizzling around his fingertips.
"There's something in there with him."
Daniel looked back up, where Signal still had his gazed trained on something Batman couldn't see. Even Robin seemed confused, though he no doubt trusted Signal's meta sight.
"Don't worry," Daniel murmured, "S'just a ghost. She can't hurt you."
This 'ghost' seemed unhappy either with the teen's words or this turn of events. Daniel's head snapped back to the side again, causing Batman and Signal to wince while Robin watched stoically. 4 red scratches appeared on Daniel's right cheek, as though he had been backhanded by someone with clawlike nails. A light chill brushed through him and Signal tensed, then relaxed, his gaze finally turning from the emptiness above Daniel to the boy himself. Batman took that as a sign that the... entity, was gone.
Daniel did not react to the obvious abuse from an invisible assailant. He mechanically turned his head back, once more dead and glazed eyes returning to the cracks in the ceiling of his cell. "You should go now. The guards will come around soon to make sure I'm still here."
Bruce wanted so badly to say 'Don't worry, we'll get you out of here.' But Batman was more restrained than that. He would get the child out. But he would have a plan first. For now, Bruce placed a hand each on the shoulders of Duke and Damien, guiding them away. Only when they were back outside did Bruce let them go. Only when they were perched on a rooftop half a block away did Batman pause.
"Robin, report."
"No escaped inmates and no sign of any from maximum security."
"Good. Signal, any information on what you saw in there." Duke rubbed at his eyes.
"A ghost, I guess? I don't know. It was weird. She didn't really have an aura. It was more like, an absence of aura. Like she was a black hole, drawing all the light in."
Even behind the domino, Bruce could tell Damien rolled his eyes.
"And what of the patient, Thomas? Was he not the one you were sent to look at?" Batman bit back the reprimand for codenames, more interested in Signal's response. Signal seemed to think for a moment, then shook his head.
"He definitely had a pretty distinct aura. It... felt powerful. But it looked weak. Dim. When the ghost... struck him, it flared up a bit, but died back down almost instantly. I... I get the feeling he was holding it back. Almost like he was afraid of it. Of himself."
"Hnn. Good job Signal. Robin. You two are welcome to head back to the cave. I'll take the rest of this Arkham shift."
At that moment, the comms crackled to life.
Actually B, you may want to come in, also. Arkham should be fine. And I found why they sent the kid there.
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readerthatreadsss · 8 months
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Sweet Fantasy | Dean Winchester
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GIF by born-to-be-his-baby88
(gave myself an actual pat on the fucking back for finding this gif like y'all are gonna see how perfect it is in a second!)
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem! reader
Word Count: 3.9k
Summary: Dean won't eat his vegetables...until you offer to cash in on a very recent fantasy of his, that is.
Warnings [18+ MINORS DNI]: P*rn w/ some solid plot action actually, a bit of domestic fluff sprinkled in, reader and Dean are married (don't know if that's a warning but you should know?), reader dresses up in a sexy Zorro costume with the hat and mask included, handcuffs (Dean receiving), mentions of a safeword but not used, fingering/masturbation (reader receiving), oral sex (brief Dean receiving), a whole lotta teasing (Dean receiving), p in v sex (cowgirl, missionary), unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you fuck her silly!), dirty talk, switch! Dean, switch! reader, very vocal Dean, brief choking (Dean receiving), creampie.
A/n: Hey! Sorry for disappearing for 3 months again...So classes finished almost 2 months ago and I've been wracking my brain about what to post. I tried finishing some of my drafts and it just wasn't working for me idk. Then, like any normal person, I was randomly watching some SPN bloopers this morning and it got to a scene where Dean said sometimes he wants to get spanked during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask and my brain ran with that shit IMMEDIATELY. Now, I'm so sorry I couldn't actually write him actually getting spanked without it sounding corny and just wrong to me? But I did write all of this in 7 hours without stopping so I'm honestly proud of it regardless.
Enjoy...
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It was a Sunday evening in the bunker, meaning you were responsible for dinner. With that task came the additional task of getting Dean to eat whatever vegetables you cooked without complaining and engaging in a rant that would end with him calling himself the “meat man”.
It’s not that you were concerned about Dean's weight or appearance, after 7 years of marriage you were confident that there was nothing in the world that could make you love Dean Winchester any less. But having a steady diet of beer, beef, and pie was a surefire way to kill any man of Dean’s age faster than any monster or demon.
And God knows you’d do anything to ensure he didn’t die before his time.
Hell, you have before.
Which is why you made Dean agree to eat a side of only vegetables with whatever meat he wanted at least once a week. This week it was string beans and sautéed mushrooms, aka his least favorite vegetable.
But you didn’t have the time to make the 45-minute drive to the grocery store earlier that day so he would have to deal.
Or you wish he would deal…
“Mushrooms? Baby come on,” he complained when you placed his plate before him.
“Hey, it’s all that was left in the fridge. Eat up,” you shrugged, placing a kiss on the crown of his head.
“You know, we could always do no vegetables,” Dean offered with a wide grin.
You chuckled and used a finger to squish his stubbled cheek. “You wish, Winchester.”
He sighed in defeat and turned to pick up his fork.
You looked to make sure Sam was out of earshot before leaning down to where your lips grazed Dean’s ear. “Tell you what, if you eat those vegetables I’ll do that thing you told me about…later” you whispered.
Dean’s eyes lit up immediately, “The thing?” he harshly whispered.
You nodded with a smile.
“Costume and everything?” He made a gesture with his hands.
“Yup, I’ve been hiding the costume for weeks.”
“I’m game” Dean agreed, digging into the mushrooms first.
You turned away to share your own plate with a smile.
“I’m gonna go grocery shopping later,” Sam announced as he sat beside Dean with his plate. He met your eyes, “Anything else you forgot to put on the list?”
“Yeah stop at the liquor store and grab me a bottle of red? I ran out,” you answered sitting across from the boys with your plate.
Sam grabbed a pen and a piece of folded paper from his pocket and added it to his list, “Yeah, no problem. What brand again?”
You swallowed a piece of your chicken with a smirk. “I’m sure you already know seeing as you’re the one who emptied the bottle to the very last drop,” you addressed Sam.
His pen slipped from his grip, his green eyes widening to meet your narrowed ones.
“You drink red wine?” Dean pointed at Sam in disbelief as a laugh rumbled in his chest.
“How did you know?” He asked you, ignoring Dean’s quip.
“I saw you passed out in the library clutching the bottle the other night.”
“Listen Dean finished all the beer and it was the first thing I saw,” he defended himself.
“Oh, you’re getting more creative with your excuses. I'm impressed!” You gushed, sarcasm evident in your tone, “What was it again last week? ‘Oh Eileen wanted to taste some’ " you mimicked his gruff tone causing him to roll his eyes and Dean’s laughter to grow louder. “-when we all know that Eileen is a white wine type of gal.”
"I-" Sam tried to come up with a retort but eventually gave up. “Whatever.”
“Yeah pick up 3 bottles this time in case Eileen wants a taste,” you replied with a grin.
“Three bottles?!” He exclaimed.
“You aren’t the one paying for it, genius,” you reminded him, referring to the unlimited card Charlie hacked for you all those years ago.
“Yeah but I’m gonna have to lug it up here,” Sam mumbled as he stuck his fork into his chicken.
Dinner continued mostly in silence with Sam thinking about the two lousy trips he’d have to make between his car and the kitchen once he returns with the groceries, Dean thinking about the reward he’ll be getting for the vegetables he’s actually grown used to eating, and y/n thinking about all the ways she’s gonna make Dean squirm later.
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Hours had passed since dinner and Sam was now on his way to the grocery store leaving just you and Dean in the bunker.
To say he was excited would be an understatement.
Dean first told you about this fantasy of his after a case you had months ago required you to take a trip to an adult costume shop to question the owner. It took mere seconds for the image of you in the very specific costume to cross his mind after laying eyes on the packaging.
You laughed at the idea when he told you and silently decided you would try and find the costume.
Of course, he didn’t believe you would actually indulge him but you were actually excited too. Costumes and toys weren’t new territory for you and Dean but they were few and far between with your unpredictable hunting schedules.
Dean now sat at the edge of your shared bed wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt waiting for you to return like you had promised.
But it had been almost 20 minutes since you left to get changed and his patience was wearing thin. He was seconds away from getting up and coming to see if you needed help or if you were even hurt.
Which you predicted would be the case.
So you had been standing out of sight by the doorway for less than a minute now waiting for him to try and leave.
“Damnit,” Dean eventually gave in to his worries and began to make his way to the door.
You smirked once you heard his determined steps drawing closer.
Dean’s eyes widened once you spun from your hiding spot against the wall to stand before him. “Looking for me?”
You watched his throat bob and his pupils dilate as he took in your full look.
Atop your head and face rested a sexy black Zorro mask and matching hat. You were also wearing a black sleeveless leather top that stopped in your midriff region and had strings tied between your breasts that allowed a whole lot of cleavage to be on display. The leather skirt that accompanied was low-waisted and stopped at your upper thigh, matching the black thong you were wearing beneath.
You had stretched the thin straps of the thong along your hips above the skirt for added flair.
In your right hand, you held a fake silver sword similar to the one Zorro held in the movies, and hanging from the left side of your skirt were two handcuffs ready and waiting to be used.
You were sex on knee-length boot-covered legs.
Dean felt himself growing hard already.
You bit your bottom lip at the way your husband’s eyes roamed your body, hoping the dark red lipstick covering it was as transfer and waterproof as the box advertised.
“You look...stunning,” Dean marveled. The model on the packaging of the costume didn’t come close to how it looked on your body.
Your heart swelled at the compliment before remembering the persona you had practiced for the night ahead. “Oh I know,” you took a step closer and leaned against the doorway. You pointed the sword in Dean’s direction. “Why are you still dressed, Dean?” you asked with furrowed brows and a smile.
A chuckle almost left your lips at the sight of Dean fumbling with his pant strings and tripping over his own legs to send the pajama bottoms flying over to a random corner while throwing off his t-shirt with record speed.
He stood before you in only his boxers, his enjoyment of your costume evident by the bulge in the center.
“Get on the bed.” You told him, your tone not excessively commanding but sexy enough to make him obey immediately.
“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, quickly sitting and sliding up to the headboard of the bed.
You walked further into the room and placed your sword down before climbing onto the bed and slowly crawling to where Dean sat. His green eyes followed your every move as you moved to straddle him, but not fully.
You then grabbed the two pairs of handcuffs attached to your hips and twirled them around your fingers. “How you feeling Dean?” you checked in, your hips hovering above his thighs, making sure to not touch his erection just yet.
“Oh, I feel great. Real great. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this great,” he nodded eagerly as you cuffed each of his hands to each bedpost, getting a face full of your boobs in the process.
"You sound nervous," you teased him, "Am I making you nervous baby?"
"Me? Nervous? Pfft!"
You scoffed, not believing him one bit. "What's our safe word?" you asked him gently.
Dean leaned forward as much as his restraints would allow to press a sweet kiss against your stomach. " 'Oklahoma', baby," he grinned.
You then let your clothed ass sink down on his covered erection. Dean groaned and tried to reach for your hips instinctively only to meet the restriction of the handcuffs. “I hope they aren’t too tight 'cause they’re gonna be on there for a while,” you nearly bust out laughing at the look Dean gave you.
“A while?” he repeated, dreading not being able to touch you at a time like this.
You shrugged, “If you behave I might change my mind.”
Before he could argue further, you leaned forward and connected your lips in a searing kiss. His breath was hot against your face as your lips drifted to his neck while your hands found themselves in his hair.
A breathy groan slipped past his lips when you nipped a specific spot beneath his ear lobe. “You’re so loud. Maybe I should’ve bought a muzzle,” you whispered in his ear teasingly, feeling his dick jump beneath you at your words. “I'll remember that next time,” you replied to his body's response.
“Baby, do you have any idea how amazing you look? ” Dean gushed, struggling against his restraints as you began to grind your hips against his covered cock.
You smiled and met his lips in a kiss once again. He slipped his tongue between your welcoming lips, allowing his taste to flood your mouth. You pulled away seconds later, nipping his bottom lip, and removed yourself from his lap.
He watched nervously, awaiting your next move while you scooted farther away from him along the bed. You slowly slipped off your boots, your confidence unwavering as you held Dean’s hungry stare.
He watched you use a hand to hold yourself upright before spreading your legs open to reveal the lace thong covering your already-drenched pussy. “Are you about to..." he trailed off, jaw clenched as he spoke.
"Hmm mhm. And there is not a damn thing you can do about it...except watch," you slowly removed your thong and threw it at Dean’s lap. He immediately became hyperaware of the feeling of the wet lace draped over his dick.
You slowly brought two fingers up to your lips and sucked them even slower to coat them in your saliva and give Dean a show before bringing them down to where you needed them the most. You began slow ministrations against your aching clit, pulling moans from yourself that made Dean impossibly harder.
He took a deep breath at the sight, imagining his own fingers parting your folds and rubbing at your swollen clit.
“You are a menace,” Dean laughed in obvious distress, licking his dried lips. He couldn’t handle watching you touch yourself without being able to touch you any longer so he looked away, swallowing harshly at the sound of your wetness against your fingers.
“Look at me Dean,” you mewled, continuing to rub your pussy in small quick circles. He turned reluctantly, watching as you slowly pushed two fingers inside your dripping hole. “See this, baby? It’s all for you,” you said, melting into a moan when your fingers grazed a spot inside you that drew your orgasm closer.
“I gotta taste you, baby,” Dean pleaded, “Open these and let me taste you, please,” he rattled the handcuffs against the bedposts.
The pure agony in his voice had your fingers and breathing speeding up and soon your climax was approaching. Dean’s breathing picked up in response. “Fuck, Dean I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, pressing a thumb to your clit while your fingers kept working inside of you to bring you to the edge.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on Dean’s forehead as he watched you keenly. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, his self-control draining by the second.
Your eyes remained open and locked onto his, your moans growing louder and borderline pornographic. You were putting on a show and he was losing his mind.
“I’m cumming, fuck-“ you panted as your first orgasm of the night slammed into you and caused you to make a small mess on the sheets beneath you. Your body shook sporadically with aftershocks of your own work
Dean’s head hung low. “Jesus baby,” he huffed, his own voice strangled, “you’re trying to give me a heart attack aren’t you?”
You smiled as you crawled back up to sit on Dean’s lap, taking your thong and throwing them somewhere unseen. “Ehh maybe,” you replied coyly, straightening your hat and mask. “And since you behaved so well,” you reached a hand down to touch his clothed cock, “I think you deserve a reward,” you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
Dean allowed you to pull his boxers off his body, watching you wrap a hand around his painfully erect cock. “Fuck,” he groaned at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him.
You slid down to where you could lay flat on your stomach between his legs and leaned down to briefly swirl your tongue around where precum was gathered at the tip.
“Take the hat off and look at me pretty girl,” Dean said.
You complied, throwing the hat off to the edge of the bed before diving down and licking his tip once again, but this time keeping your eyes locked onto his.
“Holy shit,” Dean groaned, his hips twitching upwards. You then opened your mouth and wrapped it around his length, slowly sliding down until your nose was nuzzled at the base, staying there for a few seconds before coming back up for air. “Hell yes, baby that's perfect,” he panted as you began sucking faster along his length, a few lone tears flowing from beneath the mask from the familiar stretch of his cock in your throat.
Your head continued to bob up and down Dean’s length for some time, drawing shallow moans of your name and grunts from him before you finally let up and pressed one last kiss against the side of his cock.
Dean’s chest heaved as you licked your lips and used a hand to wipe your face clean. “Goddamnit," he whined at your sudden stop, feeling his impending orgasm return to its hiding place.
You grabbed your previously discarded Zorro hat and placed it back on your head before hiking your skirt up to allow you more room to move your legs around Dean’s lap. “Can’t have you cumming before I’m done with you sweetheart,” you replied while untying the strings of your top and removing it.
The keys to the handcuffs dropped onto Dean’s lap from where you previously hid them in your top. You had honestly forgotten you put them there but it just presented yet another opportunity to get Dean all whiny and desperate, which was a rarity that you rather enjoyed.
“Oops would you look at that,” you exclaimed playfully, taking them up and dangling them in front of Dean’s eyes.
"Alright baby you broke me. Come on, just let me go, and trust me, I will make it worth your while,” Dean bargained with you.
"As enticing as that sounds," you paused and brought your hand up to caress Dean’s cheek before pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. You pulled away with a grin. “I love hearing you beg, so no,” you whispered against his lips.
Dean loudly groaned watching you gently place the keys down on the closest nightstand. “Shit,” he shut his eyes.
But they shortly shot open once you used a hand to grip his length and bring it between your dripping folds.
A pleased hum left your lips once the tip glazed your clit causing Dean to swallow harshly. “Aren’t you sick of teasing me,” he hissed.
Fuck no.
You used a free hand to grip the back of his hair. “Take a deep breath for me, Dean,” you told him, feeling his chest rise against yours soon after. And as it fell, you slipped his cock inside your entrance.
You slowly sank down onto his length until it was fully buried inside you, groaning at the welcomed stretch.
“I love those sounds you make for me,” Dean whispered against your lips.
“Oh you’re gonna be making some of those sounds too,” you smirked, clenching around him causing a sharp grunt to reach your ears.
You guided your hips up and down Dean’s length, riding him at a quickening pace. He jerked his hips upward to match your cadence drawing a gasp from your lips when his cock hit that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “There you go baby,” Dean groaned, “you look so fucking good riding my cock.”
The hat and mask from your costume managed to stay in place as you slammed down on Dean’s cock repeatedly. And it was an image that he would never forget.
Your hand released Dean’s hair and instead found itself wrapped around Dean’s neck as you rode him faster. A whine that shot straight to your cunt escaped his lips when your fingers slightly tightened their grip around his throat.
You suddenly slowed down and instead began to grind your hips against his, moaning loudly when your clit grazed his pelvis. “I’m gonna cum again shit!” You threw your head back in obscene pleasure, releasing Dean's throat and holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself.
“Fuck yes. Use my cock to get off, sweetheart,” Dean urged you on before leaning forward to suck one of your nipples as best as he could.
This soon pushed you over the edge, your climax tearing a scream from within you as your hips faltered around Dean’s cock, your hat flying off your head once more. Dean relished in the way your cunt pulsed around him from your orgasm as well as the look of sheer pleasure that crossed your face at that moment. “You’re so beautiful,” he smiled up at you, meaning every word.
You kissed his forehead with a smile and reached for the handcuff keys. “I think I’ve tortured you enough,” you freed his right hand first, pressing a kiss against his wrist, then did the same to his left, “This is supposed to be a reward after all.”
Dean’s lips curved into a smirk at his newfound freedom. “Yes it is, sweetheart.”
A surprised yelp left your lips when Dean gripped your hips and flipped you onto your back. He grabbed your hat and placed it on his own head before sending you a wink. “And I’m not feeling rewarded just yet.”
You nearly came just from the sight of Dean hovering above you in only that hat. “We’re gonna have to talk about my sexy cowboy fantasy when we’re done here,” you raised a brow.
A low chuckle echoed from Dean’s chest. He reached up and tipped his hat in your direction, “yes ma’am.” He replied with a deep southern drawl.
Your pussy clenched instantly.
“That was hot as fuck,” you breathed.
“Thank you darlin’ “ he replied in the same accent with a wink.
You giggled before pulling him down for a kiss. He pulled away and touched the mask still wrapped around your eyes. “And thank you for doing this for me, baby,” he smiled down at you, “It was so so much better than I imagined.”
“It was definitely my pleasure,” you nodded happily, feeling his hands glide down your sides.
“Was?” He protested playfully. “The night is still young, sweetheart!” He threw your legs over his shoulder causing you to exclaim at the sudden move. He placed a kiss on each of your thighs and lined himself up with your entrance before entering you once again.
“FUCK” you cried out at the sudden intrusion, feeling your eyes well up with tears of pleasure in record time.
Dean pulled out and slammed into you once again, his grip on your legs tightening as he eased into a quick pace.
“YES-Dean holy shit,” you moaned, eyes quickly rolling to the back of your head and back arching up and off the bed as he fucked you with reckless abandon.
“How’s it feeling baby?” Dean said, bringing a hand down to play with your clit.
“So good, Dean, so fucking good,” you rambled, your skin buzzing with pleasure, “Harder, please, I'm almost there,” you found yourself begging.
“You gonna cum for me already pretty girl?” He sped up his slaughter on your cunt, "Maybe I should make you beg for it?" his voice was low and demeaning but only spurred you on more.
You shook your head adamantly while your hands fumbled around Dean's waist for a solid grip. So he simply released your legs and grabbed your hands before holding them down above your head, driving his cock into you even harder at this new angle.
“Dean!" you broke off into a strangled moan.
Dean’s lips attacked your open neck. “I wish we had neighbors so they could hear you screaming my fucking name,” he all but growled as the sounds of your moans and skin against skin plagued the air.
You came with a yell seconds later, your release coating Dean’s cock and the sheets. “That’s my girl. There you go baby,” he released your hands and held your face, guiding you down from your high.
Your hands gripped Dean’s hair harshly as you kissed his lips and his hips stuttered, his cum coating your insides soon after. You swallowed his grunts as his cock continued to leak and twitch inside you.
Broken pants befell both your lips in between sloppy kisses while your orgasms passed and your shared spend flowed between your legs. You eventually released his lips for air, “That was-“
“-Incredible,” he mirrored your thoughts, removing your hat from his head. Dean used a hand to remove your mask and brush a few strands of hair behind your ears once he moved to lie down beside you.
“Hi,” you grinned in awe of the man you called your husband. “Hey sweetness,” he grinned back, adoration evident in his deep green eyes.
Your cheeks flushed as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. He quickly grabbed his previously discarded t-shirt and used it to clean up the mess between your legs before throwing it in the laundry basket nearby.
You snuggled into his side once he returned to the bed.
“So uhh what was it you were saying about your cowboy kink?” Dean smugly asked after a few seconds.
“Goddamnit Dean,” you shamefully groaned into his side, gaining a chuckle from him.
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ANDDD SCENE!
Hope it wasn't too bad seeing as I gave up on editing it like 75% through it.
Tbh I highly doubt more than 20 people are gonna see this because I have no idea how strong the Supernatural fandom's presence is on here, which also means that I don't know if anyone has used a plot like this one before so don't be afraid to let me know if that is the case and I will make changes as I see fit!
(Also let me know if you want a sequel one shot with sexycowboy! Dean and reader. Or feel free to make any other requests)
Reblogs, likes, and comments are ALWAYS appreciated :)
divider creds : @cafekitsune
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WIBTA for telling my (online) friends that them ignoring my birthday kinda hurt?
so it was my birthday the other day and like nobody save 2 very cool friends said anything abt it before i mentioned it to them. which makes sense and is entirely fucking logical for most of em. like my irls were busy that day and most of the online ones i just sctually never told or like just said once ages ago. cuz like being vague and mysterious is fucin fun idk.
but theres this one (online) friend group who ive like been much more open with shit abt, and i know for a fact ive told at least one of em abt my birthday, i'll call em E, and not a singe one of thoe people (who i probably care the most deeply about in terms of online homies) made even a passing remark abt it until i mentioned it. and like the worst bit is like. the one person i for sure told earlier, E, promised to do smth cool for my bday and they didnt say anything too :( like im not genuinely trying to hold them accountable for that, it was like many months ago but it still hurts.
but like heres the kicker
im genuinely not sure ive ever told anyone else in that group. like one incident of me bein elusive on purpose recently went ss follows
me > when are yalls bdays? this is very important information, respond urgently
non E friend > what about you mf
me > all will be revealed in due time
and then the plan was to say mine in a very dramatic fashion once everyone else did but a. not everyone ended up responding and b. it took a while and i just fuckin forgot
and with E in particular, like just earlier today they said they were busy with actual real life things pretty much the whole week which held that fateful day
so like it feels like it would be a huge dick move to tell them abt how im feeling and also the group as a whole is kinda talking less lately and idwana further that by posibly starting some shit, WIBTA in doing so?
What are these acronyms?
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Laswell x Chaotic Wife Pt.2
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(I laughed while writing these. I've also posted like 3 or 4 times today so this might be my last post for today other than the vote for tomorrow's post.)
Part One/ Part Two/
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Laswell *on the phone with price*: Why did my wife just come into my office and tell me it makes more sense to be called football.
Price: Because it is, ... and I paid her to tell you that.
Laswell: You paid her? With what?
Price: Told her she could hang out with Soap.
Laswell: That's a recipe for disaster.. again.
Price: seeing how they'll be at your house doesn't bother me one bit.
Laswell: JOHN.
*He hung up on her laughing.*
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R/N: Kate, love, why are we out of coffee?
Kate: Are we? I wouldn't know.
R/N: I JUST BOUGHT THAT TWO DAYS AGO!
Kate: ... Someone's got to get this done.
R/N: YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE YOURSELF A HEART ATTACK!
Kate: Says the one who almost kills herself daily and makes me more stressed than my job sometimes.
R/N: ...This isn't about me.
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R/N: So wait- your name is JOHN?!
Soap: Yea?
R/N: KATE- THERE ARE TWO JOHNS
Kate: Yes. I know.
R/N: TWO JOHNS.
Kate: She's going to go on about this for weeks now.
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R/N: So your here for...?
Ghost: To watch you two.
Soap:.. wait? Watch us?
R/N: Kate is mad we almost burnt down the house. Her fault.. kinda
Kate *leaving the door with Price and Gaz*: IT IS NOT! GHOST WATCH THEM!
Price: Yea- don't let them out of your sight for even a second. I made that mistake once. Alright you have fun!
*Later*
Ghost *on the phone with Laswell*: THEY FUCKING VANISHED. HOW DO I FIND THEM?!
Kate: THEY- THEY WHAT?
Ghost: I went to piss, and they are GONE.
Kate: They are probably hiding. If you say "red robin" and you don't hear a "yum" soon after.. they got kidnapped.
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*R/N and Soap ducktaped to chairs back to back after Ghost got tired of them.*
R/N: YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO RUN LEFT.
Soap: HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU DONT KNOW YOUR LEFT AND YOUR RIGHTS?
R/N: Aren't you supposed to be better than him?
Soap: Shut up.
R/N: That's point what for the British against the Scottish?
*Ghost holding back a laugh*
Soap: Shut the fuck up.
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*Kate walking back in hours later with Gaz and Price.*
Kate: What the-
Price: You duck taped them to chairs?
Ghost: They are both terrifyingly good at hiding.
Kate: ..so you taped them to chairs?
Ghost: It was the only option where they didn't escape and get kidnapped for ransom or Soap showing your wife how to build a bomb with bathroom chemicals.
R/N: I was so close to knowing.
Kate: ...actually fair enough.
Price: Told you he could do it.
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R/N: Price called.
Kate: I don't have any missed calls..
R/N: No he called me.
Kate: That's odd, why did he call?
R/N: ...I don't know he called me a Muppet for saying I don't like tea? I forgot the rest of the conversation.
*After Kate called to see why he called her wife while she was in the shower.*
Kate: Love- they called because they were HAVING PROBLEMS ON THEIR MISSION AND YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TELL ME THE PHRASE 'PRICE ONLY LIKES TEA WHEN HES AWAY FROM A PROPER PINT' BECAUSE THEY ARE IN DANGER. YOU SAID YOU DIDNT LIKE TEA AND JUST HUNG UP?
R/N: I was trying to catch up to you on candy crush.
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Masterlist/ More like this/ Request
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A childhood friend contacted me about two years ago on Facebook. We talked on and off, not that regularly. He asked where I am and we happened to still live in the same city. I saw a notification pop up that he asked to meet. That was in the middle of me deciding that I wanted to pursue mt Master's and moved to a different city. A year later, I realized that I completely forgot to answer him. I immediately sent him a message apologizing and that I had unfortunately moved. He asked where I had moved to, and we happened to be in the same city again. He asked for my Instagram or number, I chose the latter because I'm bad with social media which I had told him. We talked for once a day for 3 days. He asks to meet in the next days, I say sure, when would be best for him and I never got a reply. For New Year's, I wished him a good new year, he answers immediately and adds that we hopefully can meet soon. I tell him to let me know when would be best for him. He replies two days later saying he could starting this Sunday. I was trying to coordinate when I can meet him and answer 5 days later (I feel awful that it was this late) that I could in two weeks and whether a weekend or week days work best for him. I didn't add why but I feel like I should have. I haven't gotten a reply yet (it's been almost 2 days). I feel so bad. If we do ever end up meeting I'm hoping to just apologize completely again to him explaining the stress of the move/university and that I was trying to coordinate the time when I'd be free to see him. I feel so bad.
You genuinely forgot to answer a text and then apologized when you realized it and continued to do your best to stay in touch? That's not a big horrible fuck up at all... I'm not sure why you're feeling this bad about it honestly
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Woosah Baby
Warren Lipka x Reader
My first evan character fanfic and I wrote it in 45 minutes tonight while watching American Animals (for the 15th time)
Anyone else love when Warren whisper screams “you hit one!?! YOU HIT ONE?”
Enjoy! Let me know if you guys would like a part 2!
You sat inside the waiting room, hands securely in your lap as your right leg jutted up and down off the white tile floor in anticipation.
He was supposed to be here.
Your eyes shifted to the clock on the white wall, the obnoxiously clicking could be heard over the faint Abba music playing in the office all around you. You told him to be here at 12:15 for your 12:30 appointment, and it was 12:31. You placed a sweaty hand in bag and pulled out your cell phone, the screen cracked from last weekends party when you and your friends were smoking on the roof, your phone blasting music until it had slipped out of your pocket 50 feet onto the ground. You were surprised it still was in working condition, but you had to wait until your next paycheck from the supermarket to get a new one. No new messages.
You composed another message to him, this one a bit more angsty than the last.
“What the fuck Warren. You knew how important it was to make it today, and you’re so freaking late!”
“Y/N, Y/L/N,” Your head shot up from your phone at the petite blonde woman holding a clipboard in her hands. She was searching for you in the room, looking between a few established looking women that were also waiting for their appointments.
You let out a shaky breath and stood, shoving your phone back in your bag and placing it on your shoulder you walked over to the blonde nurse. You were so nervous you could feel your palms sweating as you clutched the strap of your bag.
The nurse brought you into a small room, and told you to sit down. She went over a few generic questions and then told you the doctor would be back with the results of your urine test you had already taken as soon as you had checked into your appointment. She quietly slipped out of the room and your heart pounded. You already knew that you needed to face reality, but you also knew you didn’t want to. You had taken a Xanax three weeks ago before a party, you had two beers last week after you bombed one of your liberal arts quizzes, and you had smoked a lot of week in the last two weeks - especially after that fight with Warren when you had found out he spent the $175 dollars you hid in your underwear drawer to buy a keg for a house party… It wasn’t even good beer. Who fucking drinks Milwaukee's Best?
You closed your eyes tight, almost as if you were hoping once they opened you would wake up from this bad dream.
You heard your Text tone go off and you quickly grabbed your phone in your bag. It was Warren, that fucker.
“Alarm didn’t go off…….. I’m parked outside. I’m sooorry!”
You rolled your eyes and decided he could sweat for a bit. He always overslept for everything- including his two morning classes. You knew he was messing up his scholarship. You wish he would try harder, but you knew his passions were not about soccer, or about the regimes of life that college set up for you. He was your first love, your high school sweetheart if you will. He sold you your first big fat blunt your Sophomore year of high school and his greasy curls and sexy dimpled smile called to you. He was your comfort. You struggled with the mundane of everyday life together for over 5 years. You loved watching him play soccer- he was one of the greatest goalkeepers your high school had ever seen. You just knew he felt like a puppet, playing all the right moves for his fathers approval.
Your mind was jolted back to reality when you heard a quick knock at the door, it creaked open and a friendly looking brunette doctor walks over. She was heavy set, with a beautiful set of pearly white teeth she showed off brightly as she smiled and told you her name which you immediately forgot in your panicked state. She was suddenly asking you how you were feeling.
“I’m..I’m fine. Thanks.” You wanted to cut to the chase, no bullshitting.
“Well, what brings you here? Let’s go over everything,” She grasps at her scrub shirt pocket and pulls out a pair of bright purple reading glasses. She snakes them onto her face and looks down at the clipboard the blonde nurse had left on the counter. She sucks in a polite breath and looks at you for answers.
“I took two tests, one was inconclusive and one was positive,” You answered her question quickly and then swallowed the little bit of bile that crept in your throat. God you were so sweaty. You really wished you hadn’t just thrown on the hoodie this morning with nothing underneath but a sports bra.
“Well, It looks like the test today was Positive and your HCG levels at 750. When was your last cycle?” The Brunette Doctor looked you dead in the eye. She was sitting there like she didn’t just twist your whole life upside down. Like her words didn’t just destroy you. You stared at her, unable to speak.
“Y/N?” Her too- chipper voice cut through your haze and you snapped back to reality.
“I think It was October 3rd ish?” Saying out loud made you realize just how long it had been since you were on your period. Fuck. God fucking damnit. You couldn’t even afford a new phone, how the fuck were you and Warren going to support a god damn baby? A living, breathing, food needing tiny codependent baby.
Shit. Balls. Fucking fuck. You were not mature enough for a child.
You really needed a smoke.
You pushed your long hair behind your ear and shook your head at the doctor. “No way I can’t be pregnant, I always use a condom.. I mean.. my boyfriend always uses one. I.. Wow, I’m sorry I’m just in a little bit of shock.” You heard your phone text tone go off again and you ignored it.
“Condoms are not 100% effective,” Doctor know it all responded in a sing song tone. No shit, the box said 97% effective. You just didn’t think you would be the 3% that gets knocked up.
“Well there are options, and we can talk them all over if you’d like once you sit on this information and share this news with your partner. We can go ahead and schedule your first ultrasound at the front desk!” She took off her annoying purple glasses and shoved them back into her breast pocket. Her lips curled into a sympathetic smile and you wanted to shove your thumbs in her eyeballs. Maybe it was the hormones that had made you so angry at her for being the one to break this news to you. You wish this anger was directed towards the person who had gotten you into this mess, but he was too busy sleeping until well after noon, and probably hot boxing in the parking lot.
You smiled politely and got up front your seat, thanking the doctor before she opened the door for you. You moved fast through the hallway. You completely skipped the receptionist desk - you didn’t want to make the appointment for an ultrasound right now, especially when you were on the verge of a mental crisis. You grabbed out your phone to read the text Warren had sent you earlier.
“You’re probably worried over nothing. Woosah baby,” He sent the stupid little emoji that had the sunglasses on.
He was great at calming your nerves most of the time. He loved to live day by day, trying not to worry about putting one foot in front of the other. You spotted his car at the far end of the parking lot. You took in a breath before inhaling largely and holding it in. You didn’t want to cry before you got into the car with him. At least you were glad he was here to pick you up so you didn’t have to scream cry on the bus back to the campus apartments.
Some Drake songs were playing loudly through the speakers when you approached Warren’s beat up Volvo. You grabbed at the door- Locked. You knocked on the glass annoyed that he was so zoned out on his phone to know you were right there, urging him to let you in the car.
He jumped at the sound of your knuckles against glass and as soon as he saw you there he leaned over and unlocked the passenger door, shoving his phone in the cup holder of the vehicle his attention was solely on you. You nearly jumped into the car and let out your breath you realized you were still holding in. You could feel Warren’s stare, waiting for you to talk to him. You didn’t want to look at him, you just leaned forward and shut off the music.
“You know, I really was hoping that you would have at least showed up today. For me.” You spoke softly, as through talking to a child. Maybe you were practicing your patience, or maybe you suddenly realized Warren’s behavior was sometimes pretty damn childish.
“I’m sorry, I am. I think my phone is broken or something the alarm NEVER went off.” Warren talked fast and he really did sound apologetic, but you knew that he was lying. He was notoriously known for snoozing his alarm 40 times before waking up, or worse- not even setting one to begin with.
“Grow up, Warren!” You shouted. Your face turned to his, and tears brimmed your eyes. You were so upset about all the events of today. You were scared over everything else. You had just had your 20th birthday two months ago. You were too young to have a kid. You had plans, so many grand plans for your life and you were worried how this would effect these grand plans. You were planning on graduating with a fine arts degree. You wanted to move to somewhere busy like Boston or LA and take your photography and your art to bigger and better places. Not small town shit like you were in now. You can’t take a baby to photoshoots. You can’t give birth during finals. You can’t have a baby with $74 dollars in your bank account.
“Woah, relax Y/N,” Warren reached over and touched your shoulder and rubbed his thumb gently on your collar bone. He watched as a single tear rolled down your cheek and left a wet drop on your light gray sweatshirt.
“I can’t just relax, I can’t do this alone and I’m scared you won’t grow up and I’ll have to do every hard thing myself just like I did today.” You spat back at him. You knew he was trying to be helpful and by the look of it he was genuinely concerned with your outburst of emotions.
He wasn’t used to this, you were usually so calm and emotionally collected. It’s part of why he loved you so much- you were his compass. Your cute side smile could melt him into a puddle and turn him into your slave. He would do just about anything for that smile.
You understood him and his zest for life. So hee was taken aback when you were suddenly screaming at him in the parking lot of the doctors office. He knew as soon as you had told him you wanted to go to the Doctors to see if you might be pregnant that you more than likely were. He had a gut feeling, and he held in his fear until he knew 1000% even though he was 999% sure he was going to father a child. He should have been there for her today since he knew that the news would break her apart, GOD he knew that. Instead he was a lazy fuck and snoozed the alarm around 13 times before waking up to Y/N’s texts. She was better than him at everything - including being where she needed to be on time.
“You don’t have to do anything alone. I know I’m a fucking idiot, and I’m sorry,” Warren let go of your shoulder and slumped back in his seat, running his hands down his face he signed heavily. “Lay it on me, what did they say?” He stared at clouds in front of him, one of the clouds looked like it was frowning.
“I’m fucking pregnant.” Tears flooded your eyes and you bent over and cradled your head in your lap. Warren bit his lip, almost too hard, as if to feel another kind of pain then the one that was currently brewing in his chest.
After a few minutes of listening to Y/N quietly sob In the seat next to him he spoke softly.
“Everything is going to be okay, I promise.” He didn't know how or what he was going to do to make that promise happen but he would do anything to make sure he didn't break it.
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Sorry for the crazy rambling but i need to put it out somewhere (jsyk i don't even read your answers, probably very condescending).
News flash : Timmy went back once again to fucking Daniella. Things seem to be very chaotic between them and i think everytime they're back on, she criticizes him for not being invested enough and basically just wanting to fuck her.
Like, a few days ago when T posted the chanel pics they were back on (she liked some pics, none of Armie's friends did), then Ryan posted a meme about passive aggressiveness (aka "it's fine") and one about a "Deluxe model".
Then just 2-3 days later, things seemed to turn sour between T&D : jps posted "let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination" and "don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it, because what the world needs is people who have come alive". Tyler also reposted a video with someone saying "i love you but i release you (...)" with the caption "i would love to see this dude try this" (could be referring to T telling this to D, although to me he doesn't actually love her). Ryan posted a meme that made me laugh: "anyway if both my unions are on strike, and you see my feet on Onlyfans, no you didn't" (cause at the same time this is all happening, a&t are still in contact, but a doesn't wanna have his heart broken up again by t admitting to him that he's back with d).
Then we got jps posting about someone not doing what they're supposed to do by fear (in this context referring to Tim being honest and leaving D once for all) : "fear is incomplete knowledge" , "a man grows most tired by standing still" and " a day can really slip by when you're avoiding what you're supposed to do".
Now, one thing that really surprised me is that Stéphane seems to be pushing that relationship between D and T : Yesterday and the day before, he posted stories at the EXACT same time D made her posts (once, it could have been a coincidence, not twice), as in to show Timmy that he's on her side.
But finally, you wanna know what i believe happened (like yesterday)?
Timmy as the dumbfuck that he is, went back once again to her 💀
He obviously told Armie, who then told Ryan, hence his meme this morning of the american guy saying "no thanks" to a brain.
He also told jps who just posted : "the man who lies to himself can be more easily offedend that anyone" and "everybody said follow your heart, i did, it got broken".
So yeah, Timmy prefers to lie to himself and pretend to his friends that he loves this girl, than being honest and vulnerable and go back with his one true love.
Hi Daniella how was your weekend? Busy I saw and I fear you forgot to take your pills ... AGAIN!!!
One thing that I don't understand in all this delirium is : how the poor ryan can know what timmy does every time in real time ? 🤭🤔
Thank you, this is the better way to start the week , you never disappoint me🥴
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Clones as Incorrect Quotes 1/2 Master Post (Canon-compliant and Standard Fix-It AU version) Ft. Jedi Disaster Trio
Unholy mixture of random generators, unsolved/ghost files banter, and things my friends have said
Occasional spoilers following below
A few notes for these: Tup is NB he/they. Hardcase is genderfluid. Vaughn is agender they/them. Jesse has no idea how any of this works, someone help him. NO CLONESHIPPING OR JEDI TRIO SHIPPING HERE!
Kix: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.
*Dogma is casually searching around the room*
Jesse: Hey Dogma, what're you looking for?
Dogma: My will to live.
*Tup walks into the room*
Dogma: Oh, there it is.
Hardcase: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead!
S7 501st Trooper: Didn't you die?!
S7 Echo: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.
Dogma: Have I ever told you that you cook well?
Hardcase: Awww, no, you haven't!
Dogma: So why do you keep cooking?
Crosshair, pointing to the wall: What color is this?
Hunter: Gray.
Tech: Grey.
Crosshair, turning to Wrecker: Now tell them what color you think it is.
Wrecker: Dark white.
Tup: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.
Rex: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka.
Rex: *upends the bottle*
Hardcase: I was put on this earth to do one thing.
Hardcase: Luckily I forgot what it was so I can do whatever I want.
Rex: Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don't answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.
Blackout: I'm not superstitious... But I am a little stitious.
Hunter: You’re jealous.
Crosshair: Jealous?
Hunter: That’s why you were being so negative about this.
Crosshair: That’s absurd. I’m always negative.
Waxer: Just took a personality test and got an A+.
Tup: Shouldn't get stressed out, it's not good for the baby.
Fives: What baby?
Tup, crying a bit: Me.
*Disneyland, in the teacups*
Kix, Jesse, and Rex: *spinning a little and talking*
Fives and Hardcase: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*
Kix: Isn’t this a bit dangerous?
Fives: Kix, please. We’ve been in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.
Kix: ...
Fives: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.
Kix: ...
Fives: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves on the way home.
*Comments under an image of a lightsaber cutting bread*
Jesse: Imagine stabbing someone with this.
Kix: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.
Fives: if you want information it is
Hardcase: why would you stab a person when you can have TOAST?
Rex: Hardcase is late again.
Fives: How did this happen? I called them at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.
Kix: I printed up a fake schedule for them saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.
Jesse: I set their clock to say PM when it’s really AM.
Rex: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.
*Hardcase bursts through the door*
Hardcase: WHAT TIME IS IT?
Kix: Where is everyone?
Hardcase: Tup had a nervous collapse, Jesse is looking after him, Rex is trying to kill Fives, so I’m in charge.
Kix: Oh my god!
Hardcase: I know, right?
Hardcase: I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Dogma: I have that dream, too, but you go in the other direction.
Kix: Your lover doesn't have the mental strength to caramelize onions.
Echo: Your lover thinks it takes 5-10 minutes to caramelize onions.
Jesse: Who's fucking caramelizing onions? Have you sociopaths forgotten that apples exist?
Fives: Do you think caramelizing onions is putting caramel on onions.
Hardcase: Don’t be sad!
Tup: Why not?
Hardcase:
Hardcase: I don’t have a good answer.
Dogma: You have friends and I envy that.
Tup: You're welcome to share my friends.
Dogma: *looks at Hardcase and Fives*
Dogma: I don't want those.
Fives, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, Captain.
Rex, not looking up from his caf: Good morning, problem child.
(Post war, Jesse’s a farmer on a farm)
Jesse: I need 28 lightbulbs for 28 ducks.
Tup: Ducks can’t eat lightbulbs?
Kix: I think that’s the point.
Jesse: Exactly. I want my ducks to glow so I can find them.
Vaughn: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?
Jesse: *crouches down*
Appo: *kneels down*
Sgt. Fox: *sits on the floor*
Vaughn:
Vaughn: I hate all of you.
Cody: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am.
Wolffe: I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!
Fives: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.
Omega: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!!
Hunter: Omega-
Hunter: It- it was just an ant-
Echo: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.
CF99: I think it's time to start fucking some shit up.
Rex: Oh no.
CF99: More like "oh yes!"
Rex: Hardcase! Have you no dignity?
Hardcase: Of course not! How long have we known eachother?
Fives: *running towards Dogma with open arms*
Dogma: *moves out of the way*
Fives: Hey, why'd you move?!
Dogma: I thought you were going to attack me.
Fives: I was going to hug you!
Dogma: Why would you hug me?
Fives: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?
Fives: Guess what number I’m thinking of.
Jesse: 420?
Fives: No, that’s really immature of you. Someone else guess, and please take this seriously.
Hardcase: 69.
Fives: Yeah it was 69.
Hunter: How petty can you get?
Echo: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.
Tup: Fives, sir, I am questioning your sanity...
Dogma: I never questioned it, I knew his sanity was missing from the start.
Thorn: Your future self is talking shit about you right now.
Fox: Jokes on him. I'll ruin his fucking life.
Fox: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.
Kix: Hi, I'm Hardcase’s emergency contact.
Counter Guy: You're here to pick him up?
Kix: I'm here to remove myself as his emergency contact.
Cody, confused and exasperated: Waxer, how do you plan on telling a bear to go vegan?
Waxer: Politely.
Hardcase: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.
Kix, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.
Echo: You’ve got to learn to love yourself.
Omega: But don't you hate yourself?
Echo: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.
Hardcase: Hey droids! The boys are here!
Fives: “That’s a guy I wanna share a cold one with." Is what Bigfoot would say. About me.
Echo, about the Force: I'm bad at feeling. I wanna be swept up in this. I really wanna believe in something outside the norm of, you know, physics.
Rex: I've lived my life by one adage, and that's don't fuck with Sith!
Jesse, talking abour an insectoid creature from a holofilm: I’m just saying that if I were a bug I’d boink him.
Tup: If I were a bug I’d do a little bug dance.
Fives: My shoulders hurt from being so charismatic.
Jesse on Naboo leave: Why is the toilet paper scented here. It’s like rubbing my ass with some fckn lilies.
Hardcase: Would you notice if someone’s ears were a different color than their face?
Kix: You are literally the dumbest bitch I have ever met I love you so much.
Hound: Guys I did it again i took one of Grizzer’s pills
Fang: how the fuck
Wolffe: I don't trust pears they're sensual for no reason and then taste stupid.
Hound: I suddenly got really sad at the thought of eating my dog.
Boost: The leader never stops leading in true alpha fashion.
Sinker: please never say that again or I’ll call mutiny.
Jesse: Not to be political but idk what the fuck oatmeal is either man
Hardcase: *wears girl ring on one hand and boy ring on other hand* im so gendr
Bly: I am like one inconvenience away from deleting all my emotions and replacing them with disco.
Fox: Don’t date me unless you have a sexual preference for walls.
Echo: Me trying to fit my scomplink in the scomp-port of a computer is the equivalent of a man trying to finger a woman’s clitoris.
Tup: My head hurts. I think I'm dying.
Jesse: I have a cheesing appointment with your mom in half an hour.
Cody, threateningly: Your mouth is a fancy ballroom and I am a bitter man about to spike the party punch.
Echo: Here are two pictures. one of them is your room, and the other is the garbage dump.
Wrecker: *points at a picture* That one is the dump.
Echo: tHEY'RE BOTH YOUR ROOM!
Echo: It smells like henway in here.
Tech:
Echo: Tech.
Echo, forcefully: Doesn't it smell like henway in here?
Tech: *sigh*
Tech: What's a henway?
Echo: OH ABOUT TEN POUNDS!
Hunter: We are not mad. We are just disappointed.
Echo: No, we are mad.
Hunter: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide.
Echo: No, we’re not!
Hunter: I am not a mind reader, Echo!
Omega: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test!
Hunter: Ok, Omega, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918?
Omega: 1917.
Hunter: ...You're ready.
Obi-Wan @ Anakin: Why do you always have to insult the ghost of the place we're at?
Anakin: What’s up with Obi-wan? He’s been laying on the floor for like….an hour now?
Ahsoka: He’s just a little overwhelmed.
Anakin: Why?
Ahsoka: Commander Cody smiled at him.
Anakin: Is this a good idea?
Anakin: Probably not.
Anakin: Do I care?
Anakin: No.
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blackandwhites-stuff · 3 months
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I worked at this fancy hotel for years. I started as a front desk agent and finally made my way to the manager. I enjoyed it for the first year. But one of my employees… Antonio, would eventually change the way I run things at this hotel.
You see… Antonio is 24, 5’7, Hispanic, very skinny, but also extremely attractive. The problem is… he’s extremely arrogant. He bullies people and even sleeps with his friend’s girl. One day he bullied me. He told me I was extremely ugly and started laughing. He was comparing me to ugly cartoon characters. At that point … I had enough. I needed to get my revenge on him. But I’m not going to fire him.
I thought about it all night. How was I going to get back at this cocky prick? I kept thinking about what he said to me and I said out loud “what a fucking pig!” Then that’s when it hit me. I started smiling from ear to ear because I knew exactly what I was going to do to him. I was going to make him Fat! And I knew exactly how.
I remembered years ago in college I discovered and created a weight gain powder. But it’s not your typical weight gain powder. It’s completely tasteless and dissolves instantly in any liquid. It is designed to slow the metabolism, increase hunger, and promote fat production among cells. It takes 2-3 doses for there to be any results. I never tried it on anyone before but I wanted to try it this time.
The idea of making this hot man fat was also very exciting for me since I’ve always been into weight gain.
The next day I come in to work and I see Antonio. Now I notice I’m getting hard being around him. He comes up to me and gives me a fist bump. I notice how bony his knuckles are and I get excited to think that soon… they won’t be anymore.
A few hours go by and guests stop checking in to the hotel for the most part. The rush is over. So me and Antonio go in the back and talk for a bit. He was showing me his rapping and he’s honestly very good. He sounds kind of like Drake. But a little different of course. As we were lost in conversation a guest comes to the front desk to check in. So as Antonio attended the guest… that’s when I decided to strike. I brought the special powder with me and gave him a dose in his water bottle. I did it so quick and my heart immediately began to race. I waited for Anthony to come back and when he did.. we talked for almost 10 minutes. I almost forgot about the water bottle at that point… until he mindlessly started drinking it. The weight gain course has now begun. All I need is to give him 1 more dose and maybe an extra to be safe.
The next day I bought Antonio some pizza. Little did he know I laced it with that special weight gain powder. I watched him eat it mindlessly. I kept laughing inside because he has no idea what’s coming to him!
Day 3 : I made Antonio coffee with that special powder again. And I knew that this time… when he consumes this coffee… it is a guarantee that his metabolism will progressively slow down. Not only that but over time… his hunger will significantly increase. He’s guaranteed to get fat. I’m just not sure when or how soon things will happen. I also don’t know how fat he’s going to get. Antonio chugged that coffee and let out a gigantic burp. That put a smile on my face.
As the days became a few months… I noticed no change whatsoever. I guess the drug didn’t work. Cuz he’s still skinny. It looks like he hasn’t even gained a pound. Even though I was disappointed… I figured I’d just move on.
So another month goes by and I see Antonio come in to clock in. He has a bag of McDonald’s in his hand. Which wasn’t out of the ordinary because he’d get McDonald’s once every couple weeks. After he clocks in… he takes out his order from the McDonald’s bag and I see a Big Mac, nuggets, chocolate shake, large fry, and an apple pie. Seemed a little more that what he usually eats. I didn’t think anything of it tho.
That was until he started eating like that every day and even increased what he was eating. By Friday he had almost double what he had Monday. Then it hit me. I started putting the pieces together. He never eats fast food this often and also doesn’t eat that much. I realized the weight gain powder was working. I instantly got hard. All I could do was imagine this skinny arrogant fuck become fatter and fatter. Maybe he’ll become obese? lol who knows. I kept imagining him becoming softer and jiggly. Every time I saw him after that… I always had the biggest smile on my face because I knew his thin days are almost over.
I started planning everything out for him. I already bought bigger shirts for him that night to save for later. I bought him a $500 DoorDash gift card to encourage him to eat more.
The next day… I decided to make him employee of the month. So I gave him his certificate and told him to pose for the camera. I tried to get a full body shot of his thin body. I got a good picture of him with his charming smile, chiseled features, and his hair styled with his high fade. I decided to hang that picture up at the front desk… not to just display his good work… but to show everyone how thin he is. What they don’t know is I plan to keep that picture up when he becomes fatter.
The next week rolls around and Antonio has been eating like a pig. He’s always eating. To the point where he eats now more than he works. But as his boss… I allow it. I want him to gorge himself. I want to witness his work ethic go to shit as all he cares about is food. I want to witness him become greedy.
That Friday… I gave him his $500 DoorDash gift card as his “employee of the month” gift. He says “thanks bro!” And fist bumps me again. “Hell yeah bro!” I say.
Now it’s week 3 after Antonio’s Appetite has increased and now I’m noticing DoorDash deliveries coming in multiple times a day. And it’s all the most fattening foods you could think of. I was really excited when the driver would come in and say “delivery for Antonio.” And in my head I say “of course it is.”
Week 4 since Antonio’s appetite increase.
It’s Wednesday, half way through the work week. That’s when I see Antonio come in for his shift. He was wearing that same button up black shirt and black pants with a black tie. Except it looked less loose on him. He still looked slender. But just more filled out. He didn’t look so bony. However he still had his chiseled face. He looked like he gained maybe 10lbs.
I was so incredibly turned on by this. I saw that he was finally starting to gain some weight. He probably doesn’t even notice it yet. I’m finally gonna watch this arrogant fuck grow fatter and fatter. And he won’t be able to control it at all. That powder has changed him forever. “Soon the dough will pile on” I thought to myself.
Week 8: since Antonio’s appetite increase.
Everyday has been filled with joy as I watch this once thin fuck boy shove his face with more and more food. Today I caught him with a pizza in one hand and a burger in the other. Even his coworkers are saying he eats a lot now. But he says “I’ve always had a very fast metabolism so I’m not worried.” That statement made me smile because I knew his metabolism is progressively crashing as we speak and he has no idea. I don’t even think he knows he’s put on another 10lbs this month. He is about 160lbs. He doesn’t even have a belly… yet. He’s just thickening up right now.
Week 12 Since Antonio’s appetite increase.
He’s gained another 15lbs this month. I can tell. At this point he’s looking soft. He’s definitely not skinny anymore. But definitely not fat. He just looks more filled out with a softer middle. His cheeks have begun to swell a little bit. However his jawline is still strong. He’s eating so much at this point. I’ve never seen anyone eat as much as this guy eats. What excites me is that it won’t be long now….
Week 16 since Antonio’s appetite increase
Someone’s starting to look a little pudgy now. A little round belly has begun to form around his middle. It’s small but noticeable. Everything is going as planned. “That gut is gonna start to jiggle everywhere. You can try to hide it now fat boy but soon… it will be undeniable” I thought to myself. I am so thrilled watching this guy blubber up.
Week 20 Since Antonio’s appetite increase
It was a cold day and I watched Antonio come in with a big jacket. As he clocked in and took it off… I did everything I could to keep my jaw from dropping. I saw a full grown belly. He’s definitely a chubby dude now. His face has gotten fatter too. Those chiseled looks have nearly been buried in fat. His chest is starting to swell too. He doesn’t have moobs. At least not yet, I thought. But my plan is working. And when I went about my day… I overheard the other employees talking about him.
“Antonio is getting kinda fat”
“Yeah… haven’t you seen the way that guy eats.”
I just walked away with so much joy knowing that this guy is soon to be obese.
Week 40: since Antonio’s appetite increase
Antonio at this point kept visibly looking fatter every week. And now he’s exactly how I’ve wanted him. My plan is more than complete because he’s now undeniably obese. And I’ve been enjoying every minute seeing this once slim fuck boy turn into a greedy, blubbery, fatass. His once slim torso has now ballooned outward, straining against his shirt. Every time he walks… I see his belly wobble. His moobs have definitely formed as you can see them strain through his shirt. I love seeing him plop on the chair as his belly becomes more pronounced. His love handles spill off onto his sides. His double chin is extremely noticeable now too. No one would ever believe he was a slim fuck boy less than a year ago. Now he struggles to walk as his fat thighs rub together and the weight of his soft doughy belly holds him down. Serves him right.
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garbinge · 1 year
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Cold
Nestor Oceteva & Galindo!Sister Reader
From these October Prompts:  “I forgot how cold it could get.”
A/N: I know myself well enough to know a prompt a day is a little ambitious but I really wanted to jump into some of those October dialogue prompts. SO I’m committing myself to a prompt a week for the month of October. Here’s week 2 out of 4. 
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, angst, canon-level mention of un aliving, lots of tension, heartbreak. 
Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc (Let me know if you’d like to be added!)
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Home. You hadn’t been home in what felt like forever. As you stepped off the plane, it was go time. Pushing all your emotions aside, you moved to the baggage claim, right through to arrivals where you were forced to pause. Truthfully that was an understatement, you didn’t pause, you practically froze in your steps when you saw the sign with your name on it, more specifically when you saw the person holding the sign. The exhaustion from the 6 hour flight was making it hard for you to think clearly on how to proceed, but it seemed like the decision was made for you when eye contact was made. 
He stared at you, it was the same exact scene where you saw him last. 3 years ago. As you thought about it, that moment 3 years ago, your feet were moving towards him. He looked exactly the same. Two french braids, maybe they were a little longer now. His goatee was fuller, it hadn’t been cleaned up in a few days because you could see his beard shadow and you were still 50 feet away from him. Your eyes moved down to see the button down shirt he was wearing. Purple paisleys. The one you gifted him during the last christmas you spent here in Santo Padre with your family. It made your stomach twists in knots which is when you moved your eyes back to his face to see the one last familiar thing. Those yellow sunglasses. Those yellow fucking sunglasses.
You walked up to him and took a deep breath before speaking, “Hi.” 
Hi? That was it? That was what 3 years of time away to think on what happened resulted in? Hi?
“Hey.” He lowered the sign with your name on it and grabbed the bag that was slung around your shoulder. 
Okay, he wasn’t exactly winning any awards for public speaking either. 
Suddenly, it all hit you at once. The fact you were standing 12 inches from the man you loved and left, that you were back in the place you hated, and that your mother was in the hospital for a suicide attempt. Before you knew it you were jumping forward and wrapping your hands around Nestor. He didn’t freeze, his hands immediately wrapped around you, squeezing you just as hard as you had him. The tears escaped from your eyes and found their way to his shoulder. At some point his hand came up and cupped the back of your head. You wished you could stay in this moment forever. Which wasn’t saying much, wanting to stay in this incredibly sad moment, but moving forward meant seeing your brother, meant going back into a life you left, it also meant discussion. As much as you wished that this reunion with Nestor could solve everything that happened between you three years ago, it wouldn’t. 
You stepped away, wiping your tears and picking up your suitcase handle. 
“I’m assuming you’re my ride?” You chuckled, nodding your head to the exit. 
“Mikey’s at the hospital, told me to come get you and drop you off there.”
“It’s nearly 10 o'clock at night? Visiting hours have to be over?” You questioned as you moved outside to see two blacked out SUVs parked illegally with another two guards standing besides them. “Jesus Christ, I’m a Galindo not the fuckin’ president.” 
Nestor chuckled. “You have been away for a while.”
You thought for a minute, Miguel likely had the hospital wing blocked out which meant him and his people could come and go as desired. Now, the entourage of security was new. Miguel was cautious but this was different. This was precautionary on a new level. 
You kept your mouth shut as Nestor put your bags into the trunk of the one car you and him would be sharing. He opened the back seat door for you and you walked past it like he wasn’t even there and opened the passenger door to hop in. 
Nestor shook his head and made his way to the driver seat, he checked the mirrors twice, he locked the car immediately and when he hit the gas, both cars moved quick, like they were on a mission. 
“You gonna tell me what’s with all the extra security?” You asked and were met with nothing. 
“Alright well if not, then it’s probably time to tell you I’m not going to the hospital. I want you to take me home.” 
Nestor’s eyes danced over at you with that remark. Not for long but enough for you to notice. 
“Mikey wants you at the hospital.” His voice didn’t change in tone, he kept it level and informative.
“Have you reuped your contract?” You asked nicely and curiously. 
Nestor frowned “My contract?”
“Yes have you signed a new contract with Miguel.”
“No why?”
“Because if you haven’t, you have to take me home. You are legally contracted to override any order if given to you by a Galindo. So, I am a Galindo and you still are working under the same contract.” 
The smile that filled your face was smug as you relaxed into the seat knowing you had won. Or so you thought. 
“You changed your name.” Nestor’s voice was solemn, no emotion behind it at all. 
You practically broke your neck to look at him. His face didn’t change and he didn’t say anything else. 
“What did you say?” Your glare was harsh and your voice was pointed. 
“You’re technically not a Galindo. You changed your name after you left.” 
Your jaw was going to have to be scraped off the ground. Not only were you not expecting that response but there was no way he knew you changed your last name. It was done out of spite when you left, you were angry, you were hurt and you wanted to cut complete ties from your family and the cartel that came along with it. But you didn’t tell anyone. You didn’t even tell Emily, who was the only person you kept in contact with after leaving and that only started a year ago. 
“How the fuck do you know that?” Your body twisted to look at him, it wasn’t exactly comfortable in the passenger seat of the car but it didn’t matter. 
Nestor stayed silent, but you knew him well enough to know that he was thinking of what to say. His mind was going a mile a minute but he showed no sign of it. He was as stoic as they come. 
“You have 5 more seconds to think of something or I’m telling you to stop this car and I’m walking home.” 
“I checked in on you.” 
“You what?”
“I check–”
“Pull over.” 
That made Nestor turn to look at you. You weren’t facing him anymore you were bending over to pick up the things you had in front of you to leave. At this point you were seeing red, you had half a mind to just open the door and jump out on your own. 
“Y/N, don’t be fuckin’ stupid.” 
There it was. The Nestor you knew. Not this facade he put up as head of security of the Galindo Cartel. 
“Ah, there he is.” The smile on your face was sarcastic and it was begging for Nestor to truly start this fight. 
“You’re acting ridiculous.” His head shook and was filled with a look of disgust. 
Picking up your finger, you pointed at yourself. “I’m–I’M acting ridiculous?” A scoff left your mouth. “Fuck you. You had no right to ‘check in on me’, you lost any right to know anything about me 3 years ago.” 
“Your Mikey’s sister, I have to keep tabs.” There was the stoic tone again. 
“You didn’t look me up for your precious Mikey. You looked me up because you regretted your choice the minute I left. You just were too pussy to leave.” 
“I have a job to do here, Y/N. I couldn’t just up and leave!” You broke him. There was a part of you that was proud of yourself. He had hurt you so much 3 years ago and you never got to express that to him, you let the bitterness build up in you and this was long overdue. 
“I had a ticket for you.” It was your turn to be stoic. 
“The ticket you ripped up and threw on the floor of my apartment?” A chuckle left his mouth. 
“The ticket I ripped up and threw on the floor of your apartment because I had just found out that you poured hot grease on an innocent man.” 
“Jesus Christ.” 
You shook your head and lowered your voice, “you chose my brother everyday for 3 years. 1095 times you woke up and chose Miguel Galindo over me. You chose murdering people over me. You chose torturing people over me. You chose to be Galindo’s dirty worker. Which is fine. That was your decision but every day you woke up and chose him, you weren’t choosing me.” 
“I chose you when I went and found those guys who kidnapped you and killed them.” Nestor hadn’t been so forthcoming before but he was angry. 
“That was not choosing me. That was choosing the Galindo Cartel.” 
“You left. Not me.”  Nestor’s voice leveled. 
“Tell me one thing.” Your voice was calm, you were on the verge of losing it. “Did you ever even love me?” 
It was a weighted question, you wouldn’t have cared if he took a minute to answer, but he didn’t. 
“My answer to that doesn’t change anything.” 
Your heart dropped. Not exactly sure why, as he didn’t actually give you an actual answer. But your mind was trying to decipher what he meant. It could have been a ‘yea but it doesn’t matter things are way to far past that’ or a ‘no and I don’t want to talk about it so I’m going to say it doesn’t matter to spare you breaking down in my car’
Okay, you were overthinking, but they weren’t that far off from being real possibilities. A light from ahead caused you to look forward, and that’s when you noticed you were pulling up to Nestor’s apartment. Not home. Not the hospital. 
For a moment you felt relief knowing you scored more time where you weren’t going to have to deal with Miguel or the heaviness of just being home. You looked over at Nestor, half prepared to thank him, sarcastically ofcourse, but all in all you were ready to put whatever fight this was behind you because of his gesture. But he was quiet and still, you forgot about this part of him, the cartel side. It had clearly taken over since you left, before there was a visible line, but now things were blurred. You practically laughed as you shook your head and opened the car door as it was still moving.
Even though everything was different with Nestor, everything was exactly the same with his apartment. You walked up the stairs and picked the key up from under his front mat. It was laughable that the head of security for the Galindo Cartel was hiding his house key under the front mat but old habits die hard. 
You slammed the door, knowing he had to be shortly behind you but selling your point about how mad you were was top of mind. Without thought you moved through the living room and opened the blinds and escape to the balcony. Standing there, looking out at the view of Santo Padre you took a deep breath as it all came crashing down on you like a pile of bricks. You were home. Dita was in the hospital half burned from an attempt at her own life. The man you were in love with was acting like a dickhead. And you hadn’t even seen your brother yet. No wonder you left all those years ago. 
The sliding door opened but your head didn’t move. 
“I forgot how cold it could get here.” Your arms crossed, hugging yourself. 
“Stay.” Nestor leaned back against the railing with his arms intertwined. 
His request was laughable, and that’s what you did, laugh. 
“And do what?” You shot a glare at him. 
“Be with me.” His voice was soft now, like the man you had known to love. “Move in here, you’ll be able to check in on Dita, your brother misses you, it’s–” he was getting needy you could hear it in his voice but that didn’t stop you from cutting him off. 
“You can’t use my words on me. I asked you to be with me 3 years ago. And you know what I got instead? I got my brother’s best friend going face first into the cartel. I wanted Nestor. MY Nestor. But the minute I asked you to be with me you chose Miguel. It will always be him. You asking me to stay here, to live here, that’s not for me, that's for you. For my stupid fucking brother. You KNOW I can’t be here. I was kidnapped. I was fucking BURNED,” you lifted your shirt up to show the small part of your abdomen that was burned, not to be underwhelmed with the entire burn scar on your back. 
“And I–” Nestor pushed himself off the railing to argue with you. 
“And you went with Mikey to make it right,” you mocked him in the best version of his voice you could get. “You went with the head of the Galindo Cartel and burned innocent people until you finally got the right one. Don’t sell it for anything less than what it is.” 
“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” His voice was now raised and loud. Very loud.
“NOTHING.” You moved your body to face him, hands still tucked under your arms. “I want nothing from you.” You took steps closer to him so now you were face to face. “I want nothing from you, or from Mikey, or from anyone in your little fucking circle. You know what I want? I want to see my mother for what is probably the last time in my life, and I want to leave. I want to never see your stupid fucking face ever again, your stupid shades, your stupid braids, your stupid apartment, I want to live a life free of you.” The statement was long and winded and at some point tears had left your eyes. You didn’t bother wiping them, all you did was stare at Nestor. 
He took a step forward and that’s when his hand reached out and cupped your face. His lips touched yours instantly. It was desperate, and you knew it not only from the way his lips crashed against yours and he held your head tight to his but because in no time before this when you had fought had he ever kissed you. Not when you got hurt. Not even when you left. All you had were stolen moments. Glances, smiles, winks, hand holds that lingered just a couple seconds too long. But never a kiss. 
It was ironic. Poetic tragedy some might say. That your first kiss was likely to be your last. At first, you gave into it, and let the desperation flood over the both of you. You embraced it until you realized this was going to do nothing but hurt you and him so you pulled away, letting your forehead head rest against his. 
“Please just stay.” He asked you again, this time at a whisper. “Don’t you love me?” Those last words snuck out at even a softer tone but you managed to hear them as everything around you was silent. 
“My answer to that doesn’t change anything.” After using the same words he hit you with earlier, you held your position there with him for a few more beats before pushing away and leaving him alone on that balcony. Making your way through the living room, you grabbed the one bag he must’ve carried in and made your way back downstairs as you pulled out your phone. 
It was insane how you were about to call your brother to pick you up. This whole thing was full of irony. But the sooner you could get this all over with, the sooner you’d be out of here and back to a life where none of this mattered or existed. There was a piece of you that wanted to look up, get one more look of the man on the balcony but if you did there was a slight chance you’d go back on everything, and that just wasn’t a chance you could take. So instead, you called Miguel and kept looking into the dark void that was your hometown of Santo Padre.
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tunisian · 7 months
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just me venting
my mom has been so fucking unbearable since i told her i want to go to tunisia.
she thinks im only going there for my crush (he lives there) despite of me telling her im not even going to see him and me wanting to go on excursions to explore the country.
a list of things that happened ever since then:
she got angry at me because i said 'okay then let's meet up there' instead of 'going there together' (i wanted to go by the end of the month, she wanted to go in october with my dad)
she yelled at me for 'never going there with them again' and how it's been '2-3 years since we flew there together'. like. she completely FORGOT that we were there together a year ago. and we did so many things AND went to a wedding of her cousin. but she just 'forgot'
the day after she thinks shes being very petty and slick by talking to me out of nowhere going 'isnt it better if you spent that vacation money on your drivers license instead?' and i go "i have money for both'. she made another dumb remark after that that i just blocked out
this needs its own list:
yesterday she started our last conversation with 'oh im soooo tired....' and because i didnt reply she continues: 'ive been up since FIVE/FIVE THIRTHY AM!!' and i go 'okay? me too? and i had to go to work.' and then she says that she couldnt sleep because she had a 'prophetic dream', you know those dreams people swear will come true like its an omen.
she dreamt about 'something bad happening to me'. i ask what it was about, she says 'oh i cant tell you bla bla if i tell you it will come true'. so i go 'let me guess. you dreamt about something bad happening to me when im there'. and she says 'YOU KNOW I CANT TELL YOU'.
i tell her 'let me guess. i got it right. you know what? im not going there in september. i'll go in november then.'
she replies with 'THEN IM GOING WITH YOU (AS WELL)
at this point im very, very fucking tired. so i say 'you want to go with me in november after going in october? alright. but first find a way how you're going to give me the 500 euros you borrowed from me. then find a way how you're going to pay for your 'upcoming trip' in october since you want to stay in a hotel and go on excursions with me so bad. then find a way how you're going to pay for all of those things as well for november. then we'll see.'
her: 'wowwww im your MOM. remember what i did for you last time so you could go in may? and you're going this to me?'
me: 'in may you asked me EVERY DAY where your money was and to pay you back. i paid you back at SOON as i got paid. today is the ONLY time i bring up the money you borrowed from me and its been two weeks. YOU made it a problem. so yes. pay me back and then we'll see about november.
i go to my room, not even a couple of minutes later shes in there too and gave me back my money saying 'im never asking or borrowing money from you again'
i didnt talk to her for the rest of the night + she told my dad about it im some fucking way because when i greeted him this morning he went 'STAY AWAY FROM ME IM ANGRY AT YOU.' im 25 dont make me fucking laugh
and today she 'sat me down' and said 'you're not going to tunisia. forget about it.' like i still want to go when you've been doing nothing but work on my fucking nerves about it
shes also convinced herself that 'its very suspicious i want to go see more of tunisia NOW' as if september doesnt have the best fucking weather over there and tickets are much cheaper now (i couldnt go in july because of work, august was too hot and too expensive)
once again she also convinced herself im going there for my crush and she said 'you are bringing yourself DOWN [for others]' like at this point she's just delusional.
besides this shes also been pushing me to find another job and to find 'my own place' but not even in a normal amount. she literally said 'im pushing you to motivate you' and i told her today that the only pushing shes doing is pushing me over the fucking balcony (we live on the highest floor of this apartment building) and then she called me 'weak'
she even brought up one of my close friends for no fucking reason like they owe me to help me? + she truly thinks i dont have any dreams that im working towards or something and im not amounting to anything because im not working myself to the bone at some fucking company to get a minimal wage check by the end of the month. she also went "so? what do you want to achieve?" she even grabbed a PEN AND PAPER to write it down and i go "you know what? i DO want to get a better paying job and i DO want to find my own place so i dont have to come back here ever again :)" and then she threatened me with "if you cut us off YOU wont have any family. you wont have this, you wont have that. dont trust on YOUR friends to be there for you like your family." girl all of you can go fuck yourself.
i truly dont understand what her fucking problem is.
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karlmarxverstappen · 6 months
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ok medical rant about my coworker incoming... first of all this guy is just nuts like hes crazy even without all the medical problems just so you have like. some of the vibes of this guy. so basically hes got this giant fucking wounds on both of his legs, i have no idea how long theyve been there, at least 6 months probably closer to years. i havent gotten a good look at them really but from what i have they were like. green and shit really gross and stuff. and he (40 year old man) has been asking me (20 year old Non Medical Professional) about his wound and how to take care of it instead of going to the doctor. its mostly basic stuff that is common sense (asked me what he should do with a scab, when i said not to pick at it and keep it dry he did not believe me and thought it should be moist; he asked me once if he should put honey on it one time, he was skeptical but i dont think he did which is good) he had been wrapping his wound with aloe vera and gauze every night, didnt believe me when i said that was bad. OH YEAH the wound is an Open Wound by the way forgot to mention. not healed or anything at all. anyways this all kinda culminates to a couple weeks ago when he dropped something on his legs and they exploded. like blood Everywhere, ambulance called, etc, which kinda blessing in disguise because he has finally seen a fucking doctor. gave me nightmares tho lol. through this i find out he's diabetic and has super fucking high blood pressure, and also hasnt been taking medication for either of these things for 2 years. hes now back on those medications but its been a couple weeks and its not better, which I expected, but He did not. i've convinced him to go to the doctor a couple more times, they keep telling him to wear compression socks and he refuses. last night, he told me after his doctors appt that day the doc said that since its an Open Wound the proteins in his body are breaking down into sugars and is attracting bacteria, which he can see. my coworker asked me if that was a real thing, and i had to tell him it was, again seemed skeptical. anyways yeah thats mostly it?? its been two months of all this shit and i am exhausted and you are like the first. Medical Professional i have vented to abt it so thank you <3
yeah he's gonna lose his legs. with non treated diabetes + ulcers which he doesn't take care of it's only a matter of time. also time for gross stuff so don't read the next part if you're squeamish: do you know how many times I've had to take out larvae from wounds... more than I'd like to. which ideally would be never. usually happens when people have bad higiene and in hot temperatures but all it takes are some flies taking a stroll on exposed wounds.
this dude needs to realise how serious this is so feel free to scare him with this info.
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msbigredmachine · 1 year
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Watched Royal Rumble 2023. My highlights (will be brief because I need to rant about that main event):
1. Not sure if it was smart play by WWE putting the men’s match first, because we forgot ALL about the winner by the end of the night.
2. Kofi botches his Rumble save for the second straight year. Yeah, it’s done. Time to end that ish for good now.
3. The minute Lesnar came out I said Lashley is coming for his ass. Glad I was proven right.
4. Rey not making it to the ring but Ex Con Dom comes out right after and has his mask. Does this make Rey Mysterio the rightful winner?
5. A Rumble spot wasted on Booker T when Mustafa Ali was right there, smh
6. Not Montez being thrown out in front of his in-laws 😭
7. I kinda wish Cody’s return had been a surprise.
8. Yoooo that spot with Logan Paul and Ricochet was something out of Dragonball Z! And I don't even watch Dragonball Z.
9. GUNTHER and Cody had a whole match within a match and it was great. Gunther is that guy. The IC champ looked like the fucking boss. So so good.
10. Very good men’s match. Wasn’t too extravagant and it worked.
11. The Pitch Black match looked like a rave I once attended when I was in England, lol.
12. Bray Wyatt is for the aesthetics and theatrical more than the actual wrestling, always has been. I don’t understand how fans were expecting a 5-star match.
13. Didn’t bother watching the Raw women’s title match. Bianca deserves better and I don’t care for Alexa Bliss being thrown back into that lame witchy storyline.
14. The women’s match wasn’t as good as the men’s, for me. It only picked up when it was down to the final three.
15. Damage CTRL looked kind of strong for once, knocking everybody out.
16. Michelle McCool with THAT body and wrestling in Uggs? 🔥
17. Yes yes yes to AsuKana, her dark outfit and the murder clown face paint. Triple H needs to run back her days of destruction at NXT.
18. Thank you WWE for changing that STUPID dew drop name back to Piper Niven.
19. Nia Jax?!?! 🙄🙄🙄 Errr, no. On top of that, her music started playing before the countdown even came on. Hot tears.
20. I don’t think Naomi will ever come back either and that makes me sad. 😢
21. The right woman won. Bianca vs Rhea at Mania will be epic, and Rhea will win.
22. The woman at No. 1 won and the man at No. 30 won. Very interesting.
23. Samantha Irvin was on her A-game with the main event intros. 🤌🏾
24. Standard good match, Roman the king of 2.9999 kick outs as usual.
25. I wondered why the match went so short. I regretted it soon enough 😭
26. Roman throwing KO by the back of his head on the jagged part of the steps TWICE! 😬😬😬😬
27. Sami cringing the whole time, and things would only get worse for him after the match ended. 🥺
28. The Bloodline brutalized KO. Steel chair and super kicks and handcuffs. Sami couldn’t take anymore and tried to beg off and ended up getting pie-faced over and over. It was then that I realized what was coming…
29. And yet, my jaw still DROPPED when Sami hit Roman with that chair! 😱 Unbelievable!
30. LOL at Roman actually looking back, wondering whether it’s 2014 all over again.
31. Jimmy though. Jimmy. Attacked Sami first. Didn’t hesitate for a second. After all the handshakes. “My dawg”. The Honorary Uce name. Smiling at Sami the whole time. He was the one who brought Sami into the group in the first place, back when Jey wanted him out.
32. And the look on his face as he attacked. Manic. Rabid. Unhinged. His viciousness stunned me initially, but then I remember what he told Roman all those weeks ago:
“Sami’s my dawg. I like Sami. But I love my family. I love the Bloodline. I love you.”
33. Solo. The hired gun, sent by the elders to do Roman’s bidding. Forgetting that he also used Sami to gaslight Jey numerous times before Roman brainwashed him.
34. Roman crying as he and the rest of the Bloodline decimated Sami pissed me off, lol. “I gave you the world! You broke my family!” What?!The audacity!
35. Jey walking away in tears legitimately made me cry. You could see 2020 flashing before his eyes; the way Roman treated Sami was the exact same way he did Jey and he has never forgotten it.
36. And now on his IG, Jey has declared war! 😳
37. LISTEN TO THIS FROM THE FANS! And watch Roman’s reaction. Dropping the petals one by one over Sami and Kevin’s grave! 😭
38. All this time, we’ve had cool heel Roman. Now we have evil heel Roman. Finally.
I have no idea where this storyline is going, but I am on their edge of my seat and will gobble it all up.
MVP - The entire Bloodline and Kevin. No debate. These boys need to go to Hollywood asap.
Line of the night:
Everything from commentary. Pat, Michael Cole and Corey Graves were on 🔥🔥🔥🔥
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lulujj · 4 months
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Weight day in school shows how fucked up girls are
Today at school during PE they weighed and measured us. It happens once a year and oh boy. I have no idea what it's like on the boys side since I didn't hear them talking much about it. But the girls...
The girls were after the guys so at least the boys weren't waiting outside and questioning us. I went into the nurses office with 3 other girls, 2 of which were stressing about how they are too "fat". The other girl is slim so she was chilling and just reassuring them that they are fine. I got measured and mind you, the nurse used a very outdated scale that is off slightly. The nurse said out loud my weight from last year and the 3 girls looked at me and congradulated me on losing 10 kg. I can't deny I was holding back giggling from joy. They got weighed while I tried to find the rest 5 girls from my class (my closer friends).
I found them tucked away in the corner of the gymnasium sitting and talking on one of the mats. I told them to go get weighed and they all started panicking. This is when I realized that the girls in my class might be just as highly insecure. We all waited outside, they were still panicking and assuming their weights. I was joking around like I usually do to calm them down. I went into the nurses office with them again so that I could watch.
The girls were(this kinda matters):
A short one
A REALLY thin short girl
2 sisters
My best friend
The short one got measured and nothing much, she's normal. The really thin one got weighed and she seemed happy that she gained a bit of weight. She was the ONLY one worrying about being too thin. But of course I congradulated her, even tho I was jealous.
The sisters got weighed. One is a year older than all of us and she is 43 kg. I forgot her height but she's definitely smaller than me and I was definitely mad but I hyped her up. Then her little sister got weighed. She is 47 kg. Her sister immediately started bragging and saying that she was the weight of a model. Hair flip and everything.
Then my best friend got weighed (I don't like her). She is the same height as me and she is 55 kg. I couldn't help but smile, especially since last year I was heavier than her. Literally a week ago she bragged that she was more athletic than me since she does k pop dances in her bedroom 😂. Still makes me laugh.
After we left the nurses office the older sister started smack talking her sister right IN FRONT of her. She kept telling us that her sister was always eating at home. I honestly felt bad and called her out for being rude.
We are all 13. Just a little reality check for everyone who wondered how teenage girls are. Jealous,rude and insecure and I'm part of the problem.
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wellpresseddaisy · 11 months
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There's a Silver Lining Through the Dark Clouds Shining pt 2
Apparently I wrote this nearly a year ago and completely forgot to post it. Or at the very least I can't find Part 2 anywhere on my Tumblr from March 2022 on. Part 1 here. If I posted this already, well, it's getting reposted. :)
Severus stared around the room wildly, heart hammering in his chest. He didn't…he had to be at Hogwarts, but no one looked right. The blond boy could only be a Malfoy and he'd know that thatch of messy dark hair anywhere, but they weren't right.
"Er, professor, do you remember anything?" The boy with the Potter hair asked, shoving broken glasses up his nose.
Green eyes. He knew those eyes. Those eyes and that hair together…
"Fuck sake, tell me she didn't!" He demanded.
"Who didn't, sir?" The boy fidgeted.
"Tell me Lily didn't marry that Potter berk!" He demanded.
The boy choked and the group behind him sucked in a breath as one, eyes wide. They seemed inclined to just watch, though.
"Bloody fucking hell, she did." No matter what Lils said, he could pick up on some cues. And that one was an anvil.
"Er. Yeah. I…um…I'm Harry Potter." Well that decided it. Lily Evans had the worst taste in men.
"For your granddad." Severus murmured before he could help himself.
"Really?" The boy…Harry looked delighted. "I didn't know."
Oh, he wasn't touching that. If this child of theirs didn't know his grandparents…no…best not consider it. He cursed his ability to make connections so quickly.
"And…you called me professor." A quick subject change seemed the right way to go.
"You…well, you're usually a lot…older. There was an accident." Harry explained. "Er…I'm not sure what happened, really. We've sent for Madame Pomfrey."
He wasn't sure what to think. The blond boy could only be Lucius' child…with the Black eyes. Cissa? And the freckled specimen was likely a Weasley. You always knew a Weasley. And the Parkinson nose. Crabbe and Goyle looked about as one expected.
But no child of Sirius Black or Remus Lupin or Peter Pettigrew seemed to stand among them. No MacKinnon or Meadowes or Rosier or Lestrange seemed to be present. Features he ought to have recognized were nowhere to be seen.
"What happened?" He asked, finally. "What happened here?"
Harry looked back at the crowd behind him. He seemed to be communicating with a girl with the most extraordinary hair Severus had ever seen and the Weasley spawn. He turned back.
"War." He answered simply.
Severus swallowed hard. "So it happened, then."
"Yeah." Harry shrugged.
They fell to awkward silence. Severus' mind whirled, trying to assimilate new information.
"What year is it?" He asked.
"Nineteen ninety-two." Harry told him. "It's only just October. We're the second year Gryffindor/Slytherin Potions class."
"Which I'm meant to be teaching?" It came out more question than statement.
"Which you're meant to be teaching." Harry confirmed. He bit his lip. "Dunno what we're going to do for Potions now."
"Obviously, Potter, we'll have a new professor." The blond probably Malfoy drawled from behind Harry but didn't move. He'd found a seat and lounged in it.
"No one's asked you, Malfoy." Harry answered in the tone of someone who'd spent a great deal of time with a Malfoy.
Most of Lucius' dormmates sounded like that at least once a week. Generally it regarded haircare.
Slytherin would never forget the night Lucius Malfoy found a single split end. Pity that the child hadn't inherited Cissa's nice manners or way with people.
"Well you clearly haven't any idea of how anything works. Only to be expected, honestly, given your…parentage."
The bushy-haired girl grabbed a handful of the Weasley spawn's robes and hauled him back while Harry looked at the ceiling and seemed to count. Severus thought that this particular version of Malfoy could use a pasting, to be honest. Lucius at least had…charm…of a kind, anyway.
"Malfoy, no one's asked your opinion or needs to hear it." Harry gritted out.
Just then, the door opened and Madame Pomfrey bustled in.
"By the Cauldron." She breathed. "Professor Snape, what happened?"
Madame Pomfrey moved into the room, easily stepping around the mess on the floor. She cast a quick containment charm around Neville's cauldron on her way.
"I was told it was an accident." Severus answered. "I don't remember much beyond waking up with a lot of people I've never met."
Madame Pomfrey breathed in sharply.
"Well, why don't we go up to the Hospital Wing? We may need some help with this. All of you, please go to the Great Hall. I'll inform the Headmaster." She waited while students gathered what they could of their things.
"I could…" Harry started.
"Please go up to the Hall with everyone else, Mr. Potter." Madame Pomfrey interrupted firmly. "We'll either return your professor to you or…well…I'm sure we can come up with a solution."
"Yes, Madame Pomfrey." Harry answered dutifully and filed out with the rest of the students.
"Now, we'll get you sorted out." She smiled down at Severus.
An actual familiar face left him so relieved that he smiled back.
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lilbit-of-kizzy · 11 months
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Work: you have new training due
Me: one if I'm not satisfactorily trained for this job then I've been illegally doing it for 3 months, two fine whatever when is it due?
Work: today! You're supposed to be checking the hub regularly to see if there's new training for you!
Me: one that's not happening, two you said there would only be random new stuff for a few weeks not months, three why the fuck did you wait till today to warn me?
Work:.....
Me:....it gets done when it gets done *gets home*
Work: did you ever do [3 training modules that were due the 2nd week of Feb, and if not done would have been write ups at the time]
Me:....why is it my job to inform you of this? Why isn't that something you can easily access, since those are like...the 3 that mean I can't work if they're not done?
Work:.....did you?
Me: YES!
Work: can you send me the certificates?
Me: oh the ones that I, an efficient person who likes to have a visual of progress being made, downloaded? But that you never told us to download and it wasn't clear you could even do that once you were finished, I just happened to notice the button? Those certificates?
Work:....
Me: yes hang on, it's just going to be easier to find them in the hub (which if I can do that, why can't you?!).......why can't I log in?
Work: oh you had to change you password
Me:....said who? When?
Work: 2 weeks ago
Me:......I never received any info about that
Work: oh...
Me:....so?
Work: well it would've automatically reset, hit forgot password
Me:.........that webpage has expired and is no longer secure so the web browser won't pull it up
Work:..........
Me:........
Work:.......
Me: this is stupidly inefficient
Work:.....
Me: you are a nation wide multi billion dollar company
Work:........
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