a man in a room

Spent some of the day driving the golf cart around. With my flannel and orange hair, I realized I looked like a male Wendy Corduroy, so I ducked into my room and grabbed the Dipper hat.

Man-Wendy… Mandy…

Like I Dont.

(Juice x OC) one shot done on a challenge just now so excuse the lack of creative naming on the OC!!

Originally posted by lolsthecat

Originally posted by lolsthecat

( @lolsthecat thanks for these gifs that inspired this one shot challenge)

“Get out Kara!” Juice yelled as she started to come down to the bar. Seeing around the corner just as she was coming down the hall of the club house she froze. There in the middle of the bar room stood a man with a gun drawn in each hand.

Spotting her the man fired in her direction. “Kara!” Juice yelled again watching her duck out of the way just in time. “I said GET OUT!”

Kara ran back down the hall and out the back door, panting but not in fear. She was pissed.

Not only had she been shot at but her old man yelled like was angry she was fucking there. ‘Fuck that’ she thought as she caught her breath.

Running to her truck she ripped open the passenger door. ‘Nobody shoots at me and gets out with out my input’ digging in the glove compartment she felt around until her hand found the box. ‘Bingo’ loading the shot gun as she made her way back to the front door she stormed in.

The guy was standing in the middle of the bar room pointing his guns at Jax, Juice, and Opie all three un armed and in various states of undress due to their morning being interrupted by and angry Mayan with and ax to grind.

Racking the shotgun she aimed and fired.

Jax, Juice, and Opie stared slack jawed for a moment at the now headless body on the floor.

Jax and Opie lifted their heads slowly to look at her. Shrugging her shoulder and cocking an eyebrow she looked at them “What? Asshole shot at me first.”

Juice licked then bit his lips in what could only be described as pure anger. Slowly he lifted his eyes to meet hers. “I told you you get out Kara.” He said calmly, but the tone of anger was present.

“And I did leave. Then went to my truck got my gun and came back.” She could tell by the boiling rage in his eyes now was not the time to be smart. Problem was it just came out of her mouth with out her willing it to.

Juice stormed across the room grabbing her gun and emptying the shells before slamming it down  on the bar top causing Kara to jump. Jax and Opie still stood frozen never having seen this side of Juice before.

Turning around without a word he grabbed her roughly by the arm and started pulling her past the guys and down to the back. Opie stepped forward to stop Juice from hurting her but Jax placed a hand on his chest. “He won’t hurt her bro.”

Hearing Juice’s door slam shut they blinked. “You sure about that?” Opie asked.

Slamming his door he locked it, turning around he placed himself between her and the door. She had no way out. “You could have gotten yourself killed.” He started.

“But I didn’t..”

“DON’T SPEAK!” He yelled in her face.

He paced infront of her panting like a wild animal his jaw ticking as he clenched and unclenched it. His muscles ridged with rage.

“You know I love you?” He asked. She looked at him confused, wondering where this was going. “I need you to know that I love you!” He said a bit louder. “Tell me you know that I fucking love you.”

Nodding her head nervously “y-y-yes I know.”

“Good.” His voice had softened to a rasp minus the anger it seemed almost lust filled. “Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

Rushing forward Juice grabbed her by the back of the head crashing his lips onto hers. Before she even had time to return the kiss he pulled away and spun her around to face the bed.

Pushing her down she landed on the bed on all fours. Kara went to turn her head when she heard the sound of his belt buckle, but Juice had already dropped his jeans and grabbed a fist full of her hair. “Stay still.” He growled pulling a little tighter on her mass of waves and landing a hard smack to her ass.

She had only been wearing a pair of underwear, and one of Juice’s old white t-shirts when all hell had broken lose. She had thrown on her black combat boots, that she normally wore with jeans, when she ran out.

Rubbing the blooming red mark on her right ass cheek he slipped his fingers under the scrap of lace she called boy shorts. He roughly pulled them down around her thighs with one hand while maintaining the grip on her hair with the other.

 Stroking himself a few times he rubbed his head through her slick folds. He was glad to find his harsher treatment hadn’t turned her off to him but almost seemed to make things better.

Suddenly he thrust forward slamming into her hard. “Oh Fuck Baby!” She moaned out. As he thrust in and out unrelentlessly. Slamming in and out hard and fast. Sliding the hand that wasn’t in her hair up her spine. He slid the shirt up to reveal her bare back. Then reached around over his crow on her side to play with her breasts. He felt her tighten up when he pinched the right one. He knew she was close. So he slipped his hand down to rub at her clit.

“FUCK Juice, baby, I’m gonna..”

“No you’re not.” He growled leaning down not letting up on her clit. In fact she could swear he rubbed harder as he continued the hard and fast pace with his hips snapping in and out.

“B-b-Baby..Please.” She began to beg she was starting to shake. Her arms growing weak.

His hand left her clit only to return instantly after another sharp slap to her ass. “I said no. I’m not ready for you to come yet.”

He emphasised each word with a sharp snap of his hips. She tried to hold out but Juice could feel her convulsing around him from deep inside of her. “God Kara you feel so good baby.” He panted. The words were not helping her hold back. He was doing this on purpose. “FUCK BABY you’re so God damn tight!” He groaned. “Do you wanna come now?”

“Y-y-yes, p-please.” She moaned out as the force of each thrust pushed the breath from her lungs.

“Go ahead baby say my name when you do.” He told her in her ear, before biting down hard on her shoulder causing them to both explode simultaneously into one another.

“FUCK JUICE! AH AH!” She screamed. As he growled with his teeth clamped onto her shoulder blade.

Collapsing to the bed panting she rolled over to him. “Not that I’m complaining, but what the hell was that?”

“I was mad Kara.” He started in a serious tone “You put yourself in danger and I…. I couldn’t handle it if you got hurt. You should have fucking listened.” He was not mad, he was scared and had covered his fear in anger. She stayed salient at his side. She knew it had been stupid to run into a room with an armed mad man. “But..” he continued “I can’t deny you were fucking hot running in, in just your boots and my t-shirt with that damn shotgun, blasting heads.” He laughed at the end.

“You liked that huh?” She giggled with a smirk. Rolling over for round two. 😉😉

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’ If I have any more fun today I don’t think I can take it! ’
’ They just shoot a bolt in their head, and then retract it. ’
’ I like meat. Please change the subject! ’
’ I think we just picked up Dracula. ’
’ I just can’t take no pleasure in killing. ’
’ There’s just some things you gotta do. ’
’ There’s just some things you gotta do. Don’t mean you have to like it. ’
’ Those girls… those girls don’t wanna go messin’ round no old house! ’
’ Hey man, you ever go in that slaughter room or whatever they call it? ’
’ The place where they shoot cattle in the head with that big air gun? ’
’ Oh, that gun’s no good. ’
’ They die better that way. ’
’ I was in there once with my uncle. ’
’ The old way… with a sledge! ’
’ You see, that way’s better. They die better that way. ’
’ With the new way… people were put out of jobs. ’
’ Did you do that? ’
’ I was the killer! ’
’ Look what your brother did to the door! ’
’ You… you damn fool! You ruined the door! ’
’ And, and I thought you was in a hurry! ’
’ My family’s always been in meat. ’
’ That’s the last goddamn hitchhiker I ever pick up. ’
’ Come on, guys; quit goofing on me. ’
’ It is all the more tragic in that they were young. ’
’ You could have dinner with us… ’
’ You could have dinner with us… my brother makes good head cheese! ’
’ Shut up, you bitch hog! ’
’ You just shut up and remember you’re just the cook! ’
’ Look… I got some good barbecue here! ’
’ There’s no need to do that! ’
’ Just take it easy now. ’
’ Graverobbing in Texas is this hour’s top news story. ’
’ A second body was found in a ditch near the perimeter of the cemetery. ’
’ No suspects are in custody as the investigation at the scene continues. ’
’ Have you been doing those Reader’s Digest ‘Word-Power’ columns again? ’
’ Things happen here about, they don’t tell about. I see things. ’
’ You see, they say that it’s just an old man talking. ’
’ You laugh at an old man, it’s them that laughs and knows better. ’
’ What’s that stench? ’
’ Pinch yourself and you may find out that it is. ’
’ You work at that place? The slaughter house? ’
’ How’d you get stuck way out here? ’
’ A whole family of Draculas! ’
’ Would you fill ‘er up, please? ’
’ What? You’re all out of gas? ’
’ Mayby not even ‘til tomorrow morning. ’
’ I’ve seen something like that up that way. ’
’ Those things is dangerous. You’re liable to get hurt. ’
’ You don’t want to go fooling around other folks’ property. ’
’ If some folks don’t like it… they don’t mind showing you. ’
’ Somebody must’ve carried him when he was little. ’
’ I had to lock up the shop and turn the lights off. ’
’ Oh, I wish they hadn’t let the place fall apart. ’
’ You like this face? ’
’ Why, it never took more than one lick they say. ’
’ You don’t think that guy tried to follow us, do you? ’
’ Well, I mean there’s no way that he could follow us. ’
’ Why, he did sixty cattle in five minutes once. ’
’ I don’t think I’m gonna be able to take it! ’
’ Now it looks like the birthplace of Bela Lugosi. ’
’ Yeah, it’s an old two-story rock house that sitting up on a hill. ’
’ Transport woun’t be here until late this afteroon. ’
’ I got an uncle who works in a slaughter house. ’
’ So, where you heading, man? ’
’ Oh, no. Capricorn’s ruled by Saturn. ’
Since I told one of the many anons I’d tell my college stories, here’s one of those.

So this is the story of a man who I will refer to as Douglas MacGreggo.

Is that really his name? No. But he is a villain. Definitely Chaotic Evil. And boy am I glad he’s a part of my life!

So it all started when we were in a room with large TVs that are open for people to use as they wish. I gathered the gang up so we could use it to play a little visual novel known as “Gender Bender DNA Twister Extreme”, which is as deviantArt as it sounds. We get pretty far into it, we’re having a good time, but then suddenly this man, this creature, walks into the room. He’s a man with a haircut similar to Leon from Resident Evil (he doesn’t anymore, but that’s the closest thing I can compare it to at the time), glasses, and resting bitch face. He then asks me how I got my laptop to display on the TV. I tell him I just used an HDMI cable and plugged it in my laptop. His response was, and I quote “Uhh do I look like the guy who knows what that means?”

Already off to a pleasant start.

I then tell him how it works and he sits down to watch because he doesn’t have anything better to do. Alright, sounds good. He then shows pictures of his girlfriend by starting the conversation with “This is my favorite Elizabeth”. It was awkward as can be and no one liked it. But that’s not where this adventure begins.

The adventure begins when I ironically shit talk anime.

As I’m wearing my drill core necklace, I start saying “oh I hate anime. It’s such trash” and stuff like that, in a very clearly sarcastic tone. His response?

“Uhh there’s the door and my foot and NOT in that order!”

I’m saying this verbatim. He legitimately said this to me.

He then asked me what anime I like. I tell him “Oh, JoJo, Steins;Gate, TTGL, GTO, Watamote” and things of that nature. He tells me how much he likes Attack on Titan and then we have a very civil discussion about it, my input being about how it’s overrated but still good. But then he drops the bomb. The SAO bomb.

I then proceeded to spout every single reason why I hate SAO, rapid fire. He was chill about it, but I could see in his eyes he wanted me destroyed.

After about 10 to 20 minutes of further non-anime related discussion, he left.

I would not encounter him for about half a year, when I shared an Action Analysis class with him. That’s when we became friends. We’re not close friends, but he comes to me for anime recommendations from time to time. He’s pretty chill, but boy is he the edgiest human being.

So later, the gang is hanging out and I meet up with Douglas MacGreggo for a class meeting that we went to. I show up to where the gang was hanging out with the evil man and it already starts off pretty bad. Why?

1 - The rest of the group doesn’t care for him, especially my roommate for little to no reason.
2 - He walks in with fingerless gloves, a bright anime shirt, and a leather jacket. He’s already ready to brawl.

Now, if it wasn’t mentioned before, the gang LOVES to engage in physical conflict. It’s always in good fun, but it gets violent very fast. So conflict begins, and Douglas MacGreggo threatens lethal violence almost immediately, saying he’s ready to break necks if he needs to.

I’m dying of laughter as fight engages. No necks were broken. It was super silly.

So, since that class with him, Douglas MacGreggo has been in my life, even seeing me as a rival to him. My all-time favorite moment we had together was when I was walking back to my dorm at night.

Now, the setup for my dorm is like this: there’s a large building where all the classes are, and across a long straight pathway is a dorm building. I live in said dorm building, but that path is pretty long. 

I approach the door to the dorm building, but then I hear a loud scream. 


I turn, and there he is, standing all the way across the path like a fucking villain. 

I scram his name back and stand like a JoJo character with an S curve and a hand on my hip. What do we do?

Simultaneously, we start walking towards one another, which quickly turned into a run. 

Now I’m running like this is about to become a stand battle. Think like Jotaro v DIO. But he doesn’t.

His coat flies back, and so do his arms. He runs at me like Naruto/Sonic. As we reach the halfway point of the pathway, we both do a big jump and throw missing punches. As we stand opposite to one another, we stand and look to one another like we were ready to fight to the death. Immediately, laughter erupts, and we walk into the dorm building, just talking about how silly that was.

We make comments to one another from time to time about how he’s an everlasting evil in my life, which may be true. He’s edgy, he’s a freak, and he’s a complete weeaboo.

But I’m so glad he’s apart of this timeline.

Rabbit tonight @MidnightPST

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Psychiatrist appointment

Well that turned out better then expected ( though still holding my breath) 

Turns out (And this is really awkward) When I was in the waiting room a man and women (couple) walked in , cue awkwardness we are the only three in the waiting room and the thing is I went to primary school with the guy (who was there to support his gf) the psychiatrist went up to them and said my name ( but also not my name … they cant pronounce my name and so each time they said my name throughout the session it changed by the end of it i was like yep i shall just take up this new identity ) but they took the girl through with the guy and then 5 mins later they all came out and were like oh we got the wrong person. 

So I got the psychiatrist i was meant to say.  By the sounds of it my file is a mess with lies about what happened at the event where they tried to form me. What it resulted in was her going so it says in your file that you went to X hospital as you were distressed and that lead to me going uh not really , i was upset and reacting to meds but it wasnt till i was put under the form i became distressed. 

She was a little unsure on why she was seeing me , they have put on my file the R word , I keep telling people it is not that , they say it is.  Its not. 
They said I should apply for ACC therapy , I am too afraid to , it makes it attached to me, ACC is for unwanted sexual acts ( This can be anything from exposure , assault , abuse to R) I’m afraid of doing that and having it with my name , I’m afraid because what happens if what FZ says is right , what happens if i did want it , thats what non professional people keep telling me. I feel it is more grey. I didn’t want it and tried to stop it but its still my fault. I cant have my mum find out. And what happens if i did want it like he says God will be angry at me how will he ever forgive me.  

I said that i went in for panic attacks and ended up on anti depressants and I’m not depressed she goes no your not depressed this is PTSD ( Like wtf , i know its that but why is everyone so bent on treating my supposed depression). 

Its good as she was a psychiatrist from canada so the meds i had been on in aussie they had there and she knew them where the doctor and other psychiatrists have been telling me that there is not a med by that name (Despite me telling them it is a med which you cant get in NZ) 
She has prescribed me Mirtazapine 7.5mg with a possible increase to 15mg 
and then Propranolol Hydrochloride 10mg when needed ( This is for moment when I expect a panic attack to occur eg. before church) 

They suggested I do EMDR and asked if i knew what that was I’m like yep ( i know uni ) They asked what the psychotherapist i saw is trained in ( I didnt look at all like a stalker saying her training qualifications.. I have a very photographic memory so like i read it once and remember it) 
They suggested I contact student services and get some help with uni just for more flexible assignments and stuff. I am hesitant but it is getting this way , H would be disappointed in me when i do this. 

The nurse lady there talked to me in the waiting room , she said you look terrified , you need to do something to protect yourself and take yourself out of the victim role , the fact he continues to come to church its constantly re-traumatazing you. You need to try and find other accommodation , being in the room it happened is a further way your not protecting yourself. You aren’t big ,you live by yourself and you are isolating yourself. She suggested self-defence classes. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.