i lied when i said i was done

A temp I barely knew was actively trying to get me fired behind my back.

This happened a while ago but decided to post today as she rang a member of the office and used the threat of unfair dismissal claim if she wasn’t given a good reference. Not sure if it belongs in here or not.

TL:DR An office temp I’d spoken to a handful of times conspires to have me fired without my knowledge. It’s a very long story so be warned it’s a bit of a vent.

So, we had a temp covering maternity leave that turned out to be a bit of a nutjob. She was EA to Deputy CEO and seemed to think this gave her some sort of status. We’ll call her the temp. I’d spoken to her twice maybe three and was incredibly nice; I make it my business to be nice to everyone. What she didn’t know is that from about a week after she started I knew she was sending daily complaints (all unfounded and untrue) to my manager about me. My manager and I get on socially and professionally and he was dumbfounded by her doing this. I still have no idea, why she did it to me either and until today I’d put her out of my mind.

We are talking 3 or 4 complaints a day and asking for stuff to be taken further and why wasn’t I getting warned/reprimanded, whatever?

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1. “I feel like I’m losing my damn mind.”

2. “Gah! Why are you so cold? Get off of me you icicle!”

3. “Marry me?”

4. “God, I was so worried!” “I was only gone for five minutes!”

5. “Please don’t shut me out.”

6. “I can’t believe you haven’t noticed. I’m screaming for someone to notice, to help me, and yet no one does!”

7. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

8. “This is going to hurt, I’m so sorry.”

9. “Who did this to you?”

10. “I’m gonna kill him!”

11. “Cuddle me you weirdo.”

12. “I’m pregnant.”

13. “Are you…crying? You? Mister/Miss, ‘I don’t cry, I’m tough as hell’?”
“Oh shut up, we all have our weaknesses!”

14. “You’re part of the family now, don’t ever think you’re not.”

15. “Breathe, can you do that for me?”

16. “I’m a burden to you!”

17. “I’m better off dead.” “You’re better off alive, with me.”

18. “You’re beautiful, and if anyone says that you’re not, know that they’re damn well wrong.”

19. “You’re warm, s'great for cuddling.”

20. “Send help, the kids are out of control!”

21. “C'mere you sexy thing!”

22. “I, um, might’ve gone a little bit overboard on the shopping.” “A little bit?!”

23. “You did this all for me?” “No, I did this for Jeffrey across the street. Yes I did this for you!”

24. “What the hell is happening to me?”

25. “You aren’t dreaming, look, I’m here, this is real.”

26. “There’s so much blood, it won’t come off!”

27. “Woah, slow down, what’s going on?”

28. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

29. “You mess with her/him, you mess with me.”

30. “That’s it, you’re staying here until I can get this sorted.” “But I–” “No buts!”

31. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

32. “I love you, you know that right?”

33. “I’m coming to get you, stay there.”

34. “Okay, so don’t freak out, but I got flour everywhere…”

35. “Is it supposed to look like that?” “I think so?” “Is that a question or a statement?”

36. “Woah, I never knew you had a tattoo!”

37. “Are you safe?” “I-I don’t know.”

38. “S/he deserves better than me.”

39. “We’re more than just friends and you know it.”

40. “It’s me! It’s me! Calm down, baby, please.”

41. “What have you been doing? Actually, don’t answer that, I don’t want to know.”

42. “Is the movie too scary? I can stop it if you want and we could watch something else.”

44. “Touch her again, and I’ll kill you.” “Will you? Because last time I checked, petty threats don’t do shit, ____. They just piss me off more.”

45. “You don’t mess with my family.”

46. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

47. “Please don’t leave me.”

48. “Did you just slap my ass?” “Actually, I firmly grasped it.” “Did you just quote Spongebob?

49. “Beautiful.”

50. “Let her/him go, please! I’m the one you want!” “Oh really now? What can you do for me?”

51. “I’ve got you, you’re safe now.”

52. “And you didn’t think to tell me about this until now?” “I didn’t think it was that important…”

53. “I can’t carry on this way anymore, I can’t live like this.”

54. “You know if you wanted sex, you could’ve just asked.”

55. “Stop freaking out, you’re making me freak out! And I’m the level headed one of the house!”

56. “Please don’t do this, your family needs you, your friends need you, I need you.”

57. “You can’t hide from me!”

58. “Well this is a nice change of scenery.” “_____, we’re in a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”

59. “How sweet, sacrificing yourself for her, when did you get a heart?”

60. “Um, I don’t think that what you’re doing is legal, so if you could just let me go, that would be great.”

61. “I thought you said you knew where we were going.”
“Yeah I lied.”

62. “Shit, you’re freezing, let’s get you warmed up, alright?”

63. “What happened to me?”

64. “I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, get up here.”

65. “It’s not like I’m some broken vase that you can just glue back together and then expect that everything will be okay again! It doesn’t work like that!”

66. “Everything I’ve done is for you, you’re the only thing in the world that matters to me.”

67. “Are you seriously stuck right now?” “Don’t just stand there! Help me!”

68. “I can’t do the things that you can do.”

69. “Please don’t post that, no!” “Oops, too late.”

70. “What game is that?”

71. “I said create a distraction, not this!”

72. “We’re in public, stop that.”

73. “I had some food from your fridge, I hope you don’t mind.”

74. “Hand over the girl.” “That’s not gonna happen in your lifetime.”

75. “Can you stop poking me?!” “I’m not poking you.”

76. “I’ve already told you this, we’re not killing anyone!”

77. “I’m about seventy five percent sure that this bridge won’t break.”
“Only seventy five?!”

78. “I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.”

79. “I don’t need protecting!”

80. “You know they’re going to use the things you love against you.”

81. “It’s locked!” “You mean we’re stuck in here?”

82. “Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything.” “I don’t care, shut up.”

83. “Hey! I was watching that!”

84. “I thought they’d killed you, I’m glad I thought wrong.”

85. “Not now, I’m busy.”
“But it’s been so long!”

robots being fascinated by nature is one of my favourite things

anonymous asked:

If u don't use ot4 or ot5 to denote whether something was before or after Zayn left or whether a gif/photo contains all 5 boys vs 4 because it was after March 2015, then what do you use for tagging?? Or like, if it was up to u what would u want everyone to tag things as?

Oh, it’s much deeper than tagging.  It’s really the issue of the fandom either A) not thinking critically at all, or B) being hypocritical about what they apply logic to.  It’s also about people, no matter what they think happened (Zayn’s leaving wasn’t fishy vs. Zayn’s leaving being super fucking fishy), being willing to immediately believe the worst about someone they should already know the true good character of.

In more specific terms, it’s about the fandom buying everything the media and the narrative says about Zayn without valuing logic and the things Zayn says from his own mouth more.  It’s about fans willfully interpreting everything related to Zayn as negative, deciding they have a grudge against him because of those perceived “slights”, and then erasing and demonizing him in equal measure.

To state a surprising truth, there isn’t a single person in this fandom that believes everything the narrative says about One Direction.  They probably think they do, but they don’t.  I’ve seen people who constantly mock the idea of a narrative or a constructed media image and yet they still push back when the boys are said to be dating someone that’s not confirmed, said to have been rude, said to be doing odd things (sheep placenta facials anyone?), said to have a bad relationship with each other, said to be violent or on drugs, etc.  

The thing is, people THINK they believe everything is simple and truthful, but at a basic level, they have their own beliefs about who the boys are based on what they’ve seen in interviews.  If those conflict with what they’re told, they scoff at what’s being fed to them.

This is fact and yet a large chunk of the fandom had very little problem turning around and believing everything bad the media said about Zayn, even when the things he himself said and did were so different from that.  

“so grateful” and “loved what we did as a boyband”

“I don’t think I woulda done anything different”

“there was no contingency” and “my band’s been really supportive, they’ve been really cool about it”

“it was nice to look back at the memories we shared together” and “ok, you’re saying that” (this requires tone interpretation, but his tone is “don’t agree, yeah, ok, whatever, shut up” rather than “I agree with you and I’m being coy about it”)

“you don’t want to feel that you’re being lied to, not that I was lying, it’s just that them songs didn’t really fit my style of singing, so I wasn’t really 100% confident in the way that I was singing back then”

What Zayn said in person didn’t at all match up with the headlines the newspapers kept running and the words they kept putting in his mouth.

A specific example is this whole thing that people believe Harry and Zayn have a problem when NEITHER. HARRY. NOR. ZAYN. EVER. SAID. A. BAD. WORD. OR. SHOWED, SIGNS. OF. TENSION.  

I can understand believing Louis and Zayn fought a little bit more (even though evidence suggests the Twitter fight was all a planned show), but the only things that ever happened with Harry and Zayn were some BS news articles with no source and Harry making a few jokes about the unnecessary tension and glee the interviewers had when talking about Zayn.  

Up until the very last show Zayn was at, he and Harry were acting normal and close. Even after Zayn’s last show, Harry was right there with the other boys in leaving space for Zayn on stage.  Even after THAT, Harry was involved in things that referenced Zayn in a positive way.

(When a fan showed Harry this picture of Zayn in concert)

There is NO basis for believing there’s an issue between Zayn and Harry, yet the fandom believes it because it’s what the press has said.  They apparently want to believe it since there’s been little to no pushback.

This is my problem with group A.

My problem with group B is all of that plus they DO know how to see everything I’m pointing out; they know and they choose not to bother with it if it doesn’t apply to Harry and Louis.  That’s even worse.  There’s no way to miss what’s going on since it’s entangled with the other boys.  It’s even harder to miss since there’s a good core of bloggers here that always gather evidence, do the hard legwork, and make posts about it.  

With the ability to reason, there should only be 2 divisions in fandom: those who believe the narrative no questions asked and those who don’t.  Instead, there are those who believe the narrative no questions asked, those who believe it about some and not others, and those who question and examine everything.

“OT4″ and “all 4 boys” are heavily associated with the erasure of Zayn from the band- even the pre-March 25 band-, the degradation of Zayn’s character, failures of logic, gross hypocrisy, and the diminishment of the amazing bond OT5 share.  

I understand and acknowledge that not all people using it have those intentions or participate in those actions (which is why it doesn’t bother me as much when people I follow and know have good intentions use it), but so many do that it leaves a terrible taste in my mouth every time I see it.  Zayn’s career prospects, personal desires, name, and reputation have been so unfairly and so badly abused that the injustice of it makes me furious. Anything connected to it makes me furious and that’s why “OT4″ and “all 4 boys” has that affect on me.

It’s not something I’m expecting everyone would use, but @paynoisbatman uses “zayn’s boys” when there are 4, or “liam’s boys” if Liam’s the one missing, etc.  It’s a great way of showing that the missing member is still important and is still part of the love all 5 share.  When it comes to “all 4 boys”, you simply have to drop the “all”.  It might take a tiny bit more typing, but it’s worth it to represent the situation accurately and honor the contributions of and bond between all 5.

// LOVE IS LOVE: //

Love is love is love is love,
but you had to say your goodbyes
when I called you never replied
you messed a life at least within no lies
so many times to fix it I’ve tried.
Love is love is love is love.

Some said it was gone end anyway
others said I deserved a chance
but love is love is love is love
and none got it right
because love is a call, is a lie, is a try, is your name
and love is love is love
is love.

—  I am sorry for the wrong I have done, but I called and you never picked up: please know I still love you. This goes to when I broke his heart and the next day I went talking to everyone about what happened. Love is Love. Some said I deserved a chance, others that love is a waste of time, or ‘please you are too young for that’, ‘you never loved him.’ But no. Love is love. Only love is love.

You know, what’s interesting to me? I keep noticing a recurring theme within Emma and H00k’s relationship across the last couple of episodes - Emma wants there to be no walls between them. She wants a candid, raw, completely open relationship where they share everything and there are no secrets. 

“It’s just you and me. No walls. No secrets.”

“You come to me, H00k! And you lean on me and you trust me. We have to stop hiding things from each other. […] That is what I agreed to marry, that is what I thought we were together.” 

Even when H00k tries to be honest with Emma, there’s always something lurking in the woodwork to come out from his past and his natural instinct is to withhold the truth from her. He lied to her for the entirety of 6x12 (I know some will justify it by saying he was doing it to help David, which is fair enough, but the fact remains that he lied to Emma to do that). Even though we heard him show remorse for what he’d done to David’s father and even though he repeatedly said he was going to tell Emma the truth and he even tried to tell her, in the end he continued to hide it from Emma. He was actually going to burn his memories and we can assume never tell her the truth about it. And this isn’t the only time there’s been secrets between them. Throughout their relationship there’s been a high level of secrecy, even if they claim to be doing it out of love (which let’s be honest, everyone can excuse most of their lies with, but it doesn’t make it any less wrong). In season 5 their plot was pretty much entirely rooted in secrecy. Emma used her dark magic, tainted everyone’s memories and lied to H00k all to keep the secret from him that he was a Dark One. Earlier in the season H00k lied to Emma about getting rid of the shears (even though he did do the right thing and come clean in the end). There are probably more examples of these kinds of secrets, but none I can think of off the top of my head. Regardless, as hard as Emma and H00k try (and I’ll give it to them, they really do try) they just can’t seem to maintain an open and honest relationship with one another. Snow herself even criticized Emma’s relationship with H00k when she said: 

“Look, your father and I might not be perfect, but we don’t keep secrets from each other.” 

But guess what? Emma already has exactly what she wants - what she needs - a relationship without secrets, a person she can be completely honest with and who will do the same in return. It’s not H00k, it’s Regina

It’s canon that Emma and Regina know each other, a basis upon which a truly honest relationship is formed. To be completely open with each other you have to know each other inside and out and understand each other’s inner workings. 

“Emma, listen to me. I know you. The good you is still in there.”

I know her. I believe her. 

Look, I know you, Emma. It took a long time but I really know you

Emma, I know you. You will fight it. 

I know you, Emma. You fight when it matters. (x) (x)

And because they know each other so well, they can’t lie to each other, even if they wanted to. 

“You can lie to your parents, you can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me.” 

“With you Regina, I can always tell when you’re lying.” (x)

There’s a sense of unspoken communication and understanding between Regina and Emma which means they instinctively seem to pick up on each other’s feelings, vulnerabilities and lies, which this post clearly demonstrates. Here we see Regina seeing straight past Emma’s mask and proving the point I already made that no matter how hard they try they can’t lie to each other. 

And what’s even more important is that Emma and Regina’s relationship has developed to a point whereby they don’t even try to hide the truth from each other anymore. In season 6, in particular, I’ve noticed a clear pattern whereby Regina and Emma confide in each other all the time about their anxieties or problems rather than hiding them from each other (x). And that is just one example. 

Going back to season 5 when Emma was the Dark One, there was a level of trust that Emma placed in Regina that she didn’t in anyone else which Emma proved when Regina is the one she entrusted the dagger to out of everyone in her family, including H00k. Regina also shared her most painful and private memory - Daniel’s death - with Emma in order to help her. In 5x08 Regina is the one that picked up on Emma’s struggle with the darkness, she called her out on it, encouraged her to knock down all the walls she was hiding behind. In that same episode in Storybrooke Emma confided in Regina about her anxieties over Liam (H00k’s brother) and his opinion about her. And 5x22 is a perfect example of just how much the walls between Emma and Regina have completely dropped (x). Not only did Regina confide in Emma completely, even admitting that the darkness was still alluring to her and how she struggled with it and Emma openly accepted Regina and told her, “I believe in you.” 

Skipping forward to season 6, this aspect of Regina and Emma’s relationship has continued to develop. In 6x04 Regina confided in Emma about what they needed to do to kill The Evil Queen and trusted Emma above everyone else with the secret that she had to die in order to do that (x). In 6x05 Emma told Regina about her visions of her death and the truth about the possibility of Regina being the one under the hood, even though she clearly didn’t want to because she knew it would offend and upset Regina. Later on when Emma went to Regina’s vault, there was an honesty between them as Regina said she was trying to save Emma’s life and Emma admitted she was worried. In 6x08, Regina shared her plan on how she wanted to get rid of the Evil Queen with no one but Emma. And it was a perfect example of showing just how open and honest their relationship has become, particularly in regards to their roles as mother’s to Henry (x). Emma told Regina that the only thing that was giving her comfort regarding her impending death was knowing Henry would have Regina, when they were trapped in the mirror realm Regina admitted she was afraid to raise Henry alone and later on in Storybrooke Regina and Emma openly spoke about their emotions regarding their son since he was all grown up. In 6x11 Regina didn’t even attempt to hide her turmoil over Robin and also admitted how the world would be better without her. I could continue listing these kinds of scenes/moments between Emma and Regina, but I think I’ve made my point. 

When Emma or Regina are in trouble, they’re in a dilemma, they’re upset, anxious or unsure, they confide in one another and turn to one another for help. They trust that they will always have each other’s backs and will help each other in any way they can. They don’t feel the need to hide the truth from one another to protect each other’s feelings, because they both know that they’re strong. Emma believes in Regina and Regina believes in Emma. Whatever the issue is, they always have faith they can work it out together. With Regina and Emma, there is also no shame. Emma knows the darkest parts of Regina and vice versa and they have openly discussed that with each other on more than one occasion, yet they openly have faith in their light conquering their darkness. Whenever Regina has expressed doubt about her ability to be good and do good, Emma immediately dives in to remind her that she can do it and vice versa. Regina is the one that encouraged Emma not to give into the darkness in 4x20 and she’s the one that told Emma she believed there was still good in her when she was the Dark One. Likewise, Emma is the one that told Regina that being evil isn’t what made her strong and was the first one that believed in her way back in season 2. 

Everything Emma thinks she and H00k are, everything she wants them to be…it’s what she and Regina already are. With Emma and Regina there are no walls, no secrets, they do lean on each other and they do trust each other. 

Dearest Cat,

This is not the way I had imagined you waking up this morning.  This morning of mornings.

An impersonal letter left on the nightstand next to your reading glasses doesn’t ring of the chivalry and romance I had dreamed of the number of times I had imagined this.  And no, you don’t get to know how often that was.

I’ve been called away, as you will find happens with me, more often than either of us will like.

I couldn’t bear the thought of waking you.  You look so beautiful when you sleep (I’m allowed to say that now, you know).  You should do it more often.  The sunlight that I so adore has found an eternal home in your messy curls and on the soft skin of your cheek.  I watched the sun rise on your features and I haven’t looked away since.  I’m allowed to look now, maybe even to touch.  I gave myself permission to trace the little crease-mark the pillow left across the corner of your eye where it disappeared into your hairline.  I let my fingers curl in between yours like they did last night as I watched you drift off on the sofa next to me.  You may not remember me carrying you to bed, but that memory is branded on my mind. I couldn’t forget the way you tucked yourself against me.  I won’t tell you how I nearly dropped you when you brushed your nose against my neck.  I’m sitting there now, watching you sleep, writing a too-long missive and remembering the way your lips felt against mine.

As I sit here, writing to you on your own stationary, the memories of last night wash over me in waves.  I’ll never forget that moment, when the hurt and anger, frustration, pain and fear, all fell away the moment you said, “Come here, Kara.”  And I did.  I couldn’t stay mad with you wrapped in my arms, solid and warm and alive.  Or the moment I lifted you from your bed, finally unhooked from all your tubes and wires and carefully set you on the balcony, where we could enjoy the city together, as we’ve done so many times before.  The hours we talked blend together into one long moment of truth and care and promises not to promise.  But the moment that stands out most is the moment I said, “I’d like to kiss you, Cat.” and for an eternity you didn’t answer, and instead you pressed your lips to mine and I fell off the edge of the world.

I’m sorry you’re still in such pain.  I’d take it away in an instant if I had that kind of power.  My power lies elsewhere.  I long for the day when you’re stronger, when I can take you flying, in any number of thrilling ways.

So, I’ll give you one last kiss, because I can do that now, and leave the way I arrived, though infinitely lighter of spirit and mind.

Time will stand still until I can see you again.

I’m sorry I called you a dummy… and a monumental idiot… though I maintain in that moment they were not entirely inaccurate.

I have to go, but I leave my heart behind.  Guard it well.

Truly yours,

Not All Wounds Heal (Part 6/?) (Avengers x reader)

Part 5

“You can’t heal everything, (Y/N),” Steve eventually spoke again, “not all wounds heal.  I’m sure that Tony would agree if he knew you were offering this.”

“Dammit, Steve, why can’t you just say what you want to say? What’s holding you back?  Tell Sam to mind his own business and grow a pair, already.”

“Wow, I’ve forgotten how blunt you can be.  But, okay, fine,” he finally relented quietly, “will you help Buck, (Y/N)?  It would mean…it would mean everything to me if you would try.”

“Yes, Steve, I’ll try. Thank you for deciding that you can trust me.”

“Okay…great,” he sighed, and the relief in his voice didn’t escape you at all; you had been right and he wanted to ask, but now that the words were out and you had agreed, he had no idea why he thought it would be so difficult.  “I’ll make arrangements to bring you here-“

But I have one condition.”

“Okay?”

“When I’m done, and when I’ve healed his mind, you all come home.”

“(Y/N), it’s not that simple-“

“But it can be,” you argued.  “You’re all just making it too difficult.  You’re all letting your pride and hurt feelings get in the way.  It’s time to grow up and fix this.  Agree, Steve, or I stay here, and your best friend gets frostbite.”

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Debunking Bundy Myths: Part 5

When anyone begins researching Ted Bundy one of the first things they’ll read about is how specific his victim type was. The general belief is that Ted specifically sought out young women with long, dark hair parted in the middle and that these girls were similar in stature. Just looking at photos of the girls can, in my opinion, quickly dispel some of these beliefs. However, I do believe Ted had a preference for long hair. Whenever his girlfriend Liz - who had long hair - told him she was thinking of cutting it he would become very upset. He even told Raelynne Shepard - the drama teacher at the high school Debra Kent was abducted from - that he liked long hair. As far as the middle part goes, I believe most of the victims had one because it was popular in the seventies. I don’t think that was a specific quality that Ted looked for. One definite similarity between Ted Bundy’s victims was their ages. They were all extremely young - between the ages of twelve and twenty-six. Another similarity was their kindness and innocence. Most of these young women died while offering the seemingly well-meaning Ted a helping hand. 

Now onto the differences. Not all of his victims were brunettes. Susan Rancourt, Janice Ott, Nancy Wilcox, Lisa Levy, and Kathy Parks all had blonde hair. In black and white photos hair colors can look similar when they are not, so can faces. This might be why many people think that the girls have similar features. Maybe some do, but the available photos of them make it so hard to tell. They weren’t all the same height either, with Laura Aime standing nearly six feet tall, Susan Rancourt and Donna Manson just five feet tall, and the other girls all in between. In Ann Rule’s book, The Stranger Beside Me, she states that all of his victims were abducted in the dark. Janice Ott, Denise Naslund, Lynette Culver, Denise Oliverson, and Kimberly Leach all disappeared during daylight hours.

Finally, I’d like to address the idea that Ted sought out victims who looked like his first girlfriend, Diane Edwards (pictured above), who broke up with Ted in 1968. This breakup caused him much pain which is why many think this event might have fueled his homicidal urges. I would agree with this theory if it weren’t for a few things. First of all, none of his victims really looked that much like Diane even in black and white photos, which I mentioned can cause people to look similar when they are not. Second, Ted himself said that most of his victims were just victims of circumstance and he chose them because he found them physically appealing. I know Ted lied almost constantly but I believe he was telling the truth when he said that. Even the victims that he may have spent more time with prior to abducting them (like Laura Aime) were at first randomly chosen because he found them attractive, not necessarily because they looked like Diane. It would have been pretty hard to go looking for people who looked like her in such large cities like Seattle, Salt Lake, Denver, and the surrounding areas. If he had done that I think his victim count would have been much lower. He was definitely extremely angry and hurt after the breakup, but I believe he would’ve gone on to kill even if he hadn’t known Diane.

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I have a love for meth that no one can understand.
And nothing in this world can make me feel the way she can.
Since the first time I met her I knew she was the one.
Never questioning or judging me despite the things I’ve done.
No matter what I’m going through, I know she’s always there.
Like two peas in a pod, I think we make the perfect pair.
When I’m with her, I’m invincible, having not the slightest fear.
She fills my head with lies, so my problems seem to disappear.
And sometimes she leaves me lonely, so much I’ve wished for death.
And fills me with diabolical voices who scream madness in my head.
But like I said before and repeat but once again,
No one understands unless they’ve been through where I’ve been.
On the brink of insanity filled with anger, rage, and hate.
On the path of a dead man or another prison inmate.
But be that as it may, either prison life or death,
Nothing will ever break this bond of love for my darling Crystal Meth.
And as she slowly takes my life I bid farewell goodbye.
But you can bet your bottom dollar on my deathbed I’ll be high.

Dumbass

Summary: Ian and Mickey get in an argument and when Ian gives him the silent treatment, Mickey knows he needs to fix what he’s done.

Word Count: 1338

Notes: I’m hoping to be working on a lot more requests today— loved this one!


Mickey saw the anger boiling inside of Ian’s eyes and he immediately regretted partaking in any sort of scheme that Iggy asked him to. He sucked in a breath and prepared for Ian to shout. “Are you fucking serious, Mickey?”

“I’m sorry—”

“No, no, no, no, asshole! Apologizing does not fucking fix this. This is not just you going out to buy or sell some weed— I can fucking do that. You fucking went out with Iggy and went on a drug run to sell fifty fucking pounds of cocaine! Are you nuts? Do you want to be thrown in jail again? How fucking stupid can you be?” Ian shouted. He was gripping the chair in front of him so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. The rage inside of his was so strong that he felt his face burning up.

Mickey began to speak, “It was just a drug run—” He was cut off once again. He shrugged and put his head down to listen.

“And to add on to that dumbass move, you fucking lied to me! You promised me you would stay out of trouble— fucking promised! We fucking survive on trust, Mick!” The redhead let out a frustrated groan and started pacing back and forth.

For a moment, Mickey was wordless. Guilt was a lack of the correct term. He knew that after all he and Ian had gone through, trust was a major factor. He started to take a step forward, but when Ian shot him an overly annoyed look, he froze. “I shouldn’t have lied, I fucking know,” but then some sparks of rage lit up in Mickey as well. “And you know what, it’s not like you’ve never fucking lied to me. I could make a fucking list of everything you’ve lied about!”

Ian slammed his hands on the table and started walking closer to Mickey. When he was close enough, he shoved him causing Mickey to fall back a few steps. “Fuck you,” he said and then walked out of the front door.

Shit, shit, shit, Mickey thought. He knew he fucked up this time. How the fuck was he going to fix this?

* * *

When Ian comes back home, it’s one in the morning. Mickey was up and pacing back and forth with his hands in his hair. He wasn’t necessarily worried about Ian’s whereabouts because Lip had texted him multiple times to tell him that they were together, but he was worried about how mad Ian was.

The shorter man stopped when he saw his boyfriend. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything about you lying, you haven’t done that in a while, and I shouldn’t have lied to you,” Mickey said in a sincere tone.

Ian wasn’t taking any of it though. He wordlessly shoved passed Mickey and put a pillow on the couch, obviously making himself a place to sleep. He kicked off his shoes and laid down as Mickey watched with a remorseful expression.

Mickey then let out an unreadable huff of air. “Please do not fucking sleep on the couch. You don’t have to fucking speak to me, but I know I can’t sleep without you next me, and I know damn well you can’t either— you wouldn’t have came home if you could,” he tried to somewhat reason with Ian, and crossed his arms in the process.

Ian rolled his eyes, but Mickey knew he was right when the redhead he’s swung his feet off of the couch. Both of them then made their way into the bedroom and undressed without a word. Once in their boxers, they got under the covers. There was none of that touchy, feely, cuddly shit due to Ian’s anger, but there legs were still lingering against the others. Mickey was using all his might not to twine them together and wrap his boyfriend in his arms because he knew Ian needed a sliver of space— at least for the night.

Surprisingly the night went by quickly. They both fell asleep around the same time, but when Mickey woke up, Ian wasn’t vacating the left side of the bed.

Worriedly, Mickey got up to see if Ian was in the kitchen, and he was. Normally when Ian would wake up earlier than Mickey, he would make them both breakfast, and have a glass of juice poured for his boyfriend, but not now— now Ian was sitting there with a single bowl of cereal for himself.

Mickey looked to the ceiling and held back any quarrelsome words that were running through his mind because he knew that he was the sole reason this whole argument erupted. Instead of being his normal cocky self, he went to make himself breakfast, and said, “Good morning,” to Ian as he walked past him. The redhead ignored him though, and Mickey started fuming. “Are you seriously going to give me the fucking silent treatment, like we’re six years old?” Ian said nothing again, so Mickey stormed back into their bedroom.

* * *

A few hours later, when Ian was at work, Mickey had thought of all the possible ways to make everything he did wrong up to his boyfriend. He ordered Ian’s favorite take out food for dinner and even wrote “I’m sorry for being a dumbass” on a card— if Ian was gonna act like they’re fucking children, so was Mickey.

When Ian walked into the house, Mickey made sure to be facing the opposite direction and on the phone with Iggy. Iggy was annoyed that Mickey made him stay on the phone so long, but he had nothing better to do so he agreed.

Once Mickey heard Ian’s bags drop, he started. “Iggy, I am fucking telling you that I will never go on another run with you. It’s not fucking happening. I don’t want to get sent back to the joint— hate that place. Plus, I got fucking priorities now.”

Ian processed Mickey’s words as his boyfriend paused. He couldn’t hear was Iggy was saying in return, but his curiosity was definitely perched.

“Yes, dickhead, he is my top fucking priority.” Mickey started and paused for another moment. “No, shut the fuck up. If he doesn’t want me goin’ on runs anymore, I’m not fucking going!” He then hung up, not giving Iggy a chance to respond. Once the cellphone was back into his pocket, he turned to his boyfriend.

Ian turned his gaze from Mickey to the dinner table. He saw his favorite Chinese food and the poorly drawn card, and had to choke back a giggle— it was awfully cute. “You serious?”

Mickey let out a sigh of relief when he heard his boyfriend’s voice. “About what?”

“Not going on anymore drug runs,” Ian said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh, yes, of course. I was serious about you being my top priority too, I could give a fuck about all the other shit,” Mickey said and walked closer to Ian.

Ian nodded and finally allowed himself to grin. “I know that. Just don’t want us lying to each other, alright? Bad shit starts going down when he get into that cycle, and I don’t wanna go there again.” He looks into Mickey’s eyes and they stand in each other’s breathing vicinity.

“I know, I’m really sorry— won’t happen again,” Mickey nodded vigorously. His voice held an unmistakably large amount of honesty.

“I know it won’t,” Ian said. He then crouched down to kiss his boyfriend. He chuckled when he felt Mickey smile into his mouth. “I love you, okay? No more being a dumbass.”

“I can’t help that I’m a dumbass,” Mickey said sarcastically. “But I won’t be an asshole anymore if that makes sense,” Ian nodded to agree with him. “And I love you too,” he kissed him once more. He was praising the gods above that they were done with this argument because he fucking hate not being able to kiss or speak to the beautiful redheaded boy— really fucking hated it.

At the end of the day, all I have is myself. I’m not friends with my friends, I’m not a loving daughter to my parents anymore just as much as they aren’t adoring parents to me anymore, I’m still in love with someone who I shouldn’t be holding on to still. All I really have forever is me. I’m the one who calms myself when I’m in a corner, shaking in the dark with tears streaming down my face and having a hard time breathing properly. I’m the one who restrains myself when my mind is screaming at me to just let go already. I’m the only one who gives a shit about me. The only shoulders I have to cry on are mine, the only person I have to fall back on is me. Because everyone else who I tried to believe when they said they cared, lied and I’m done with being left. I’m done with being forgotten and dropped. I’m so fucking done with every bullshit ‘I’m here for you’. So as far as I’m concerned, everyone out there who has said or is going to say they are there for me can shove their fake consolations back down their throats. I’m tired of believing.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (M.R)
I hate the owner

I hate the owner of the store I work at. He shows such obvious favoritism and he’s plain creepy. He is giving our worse employee (who has actively been trying to get fired) a raise for “doing good work”(it’s because she’s hot). She’s also getting a bonus for getting a friend to apply and literally half our staff are friends of another employee and where are their bonuses????? He loves ass kissers to the point that one of the former managers was STEALING money and not clocking out to get paid more and he was still hesitant about letting her go. I forgot to clock out once and he blessed me tf out. He fired one of our BEST managers because she was old and didn’t wear makeup. He only hires ditzy snobby teenage girls who literally don’t know how to sweep, mop, do the dishes, or any easy tasks. It’s like pulling teeth to work with these girls and it stress me tf out. And he wonders why his stores are a mess and why customers complain. I almost had to take a girls phone because she would not stop being on it up front after I told her REPEATEDLY that I don’t mind her using her phone but she needs to do it in the back out of eyesight of customers (or at least be stealthy about it, she had it 5 inches from her face) Also his dress code REQUIRES us to wear Yoga pants. I worked at another store from the same chain and the dress code was “black pants, no black jeans”. And he constantly watches the cameras. It makes me so uncomfortable and I don’t wear yoga pants at that place because I think it’s unprofessional. He says it’s “unprofessional ” of us if we have any stains on our shirts but he also wants us to be quick as possible with every little thing(meaning we are more likely to spill stuff on ourself), and buys the cheapest quality shirts the stain super easy. I came out at one point with some water on my shirt and he said I need to not let that happen again. Oh sorry, I just won’t clean dishes ever again, mb. He also started having the former shift manager come in for “random inspections” in which 2 people have to have over 50 tasks all done at once in order to get a perfect score. And she also lies on the reports CONSTANTLY. But probably the funniest thing, is he doesn’t know how to do any of our jobs. He had to ask me for help with the register when he came by the other day. He doesn’t have a key, he doesn’t know the combo to the safe, the only thing he knows how to do is look on the cameras and critique us. Also, we always are out of something and he’s too cheap to buy more until next stock day. Like our SM had to buy strawberries multiple times but not if they’re too pricy. They are our best selling topping but if they were too pricy we were shit out of luck. We have been out of trash bags for 4 weeks and had to use BAG LINERS and half of the stuff that go into those trash bags are liquid. Trash liners are not made to support that much weight. I’m so done tbh between him, the dimwit employees, and the self absorbed managers, I’m about to blow a cap. I’m looking so hard for another job but I probably can’t quit til late may-early June. Please pray for me, I’m trying to get out of the food industry.

Some Fight Left In Me

For liberaldisaster, who requested a fic about Enjolras and his service dog. Written on my phone since my computer is still dead, so please forgive any weird autocorrects I didn’t catch.

Developing E/R, modern AU. Warnings for brief mentions of violence/injury and injury recovery.

Both Enjolras and the labradoodle at his feet lifted their heads as Grantaire clattered into the room, but as soon as the dog saw who it was, he set his head back down on his paws. “Enjolras,” Grantaire panted, out of breath. “A bunch of us are getting coffee and I–” He broke off, wheezing. “Christ, I’m out of shape.”

Enjolras hid a smile. “You’re getting coffee and wanted to invite me?” he guessed. “You know, you own this thing called a cellphone that allows you to text or call me instead running all the way over here.”

Grantaire shrugged, still breathing heavily. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” he asked. “Besides, I’m better at guilting you in person than over the phone.”

“Fair enough,” Enjolras said after he rolled his eyes goodnaturedly. “So where are you planning on going, anyway?”

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Ya’ll want a blurb from the Stuckony A/B/O? I’mma give you a blurb.


Bucky stroked his hands up and down the brunet’s sides, pressing one last kiss to the hickey he’d made. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

Tony sagged back against him, still shaking a little. “Yeah. Asshole.

“You knew I was an asshole at the very beginning,” the alpha informed him lightly.

Steve looked at him over Tony’s shoulder. “Hand me a pizza.”

Bucky snorted. “Seriously? You just got Tony to jizz all over you and you want pizza?”

“I haven’t eaten since noon and I’m getting hangry. Hand me a pizza.”

Tony couldn’t help a slightly hysterical giggle as Bucky hurriedly handed over one of the boxes of pizza to the blond, who opened it as soon as it was in his hands and shoved a slice into his mouth. “Guess it’s a good thing I got three boxes, huh? Maybe this way I’ll actually get a piece.” He squawked when the alphas immediately shoved slices of pizza at him. “Oh my God, no, I actually ate dinner with the team!”

“Are you lying to me?” Bucky asked suspiciously, because that was a thing he had done before, lied about eating.

The omega bristled. “Bruce made curry and homemade naan bread and I hope you both never get a bite of his cooking again.”

Steve clutched his chest. “I think that is the meanest thing anyone has ever said to me,” he said, actually managing to sound broken up about it.

“Shut the fuck up, Steve,” Tony snapped. “You don’t even like curry.”

Bucky snorted and choked on an olive.

Me or Her

A/N: A request from @winterladybr for a Spencer x Reader where she works for the BAU and they are seeing each other when he starts talking to Maeve. When the reader realizes and sees that he kind of likes her too, she gets hurt, breaks things off, and starts to become very withdrawn. Eventually, Spencer realizes he truly loves the reader and tries to go back to her. She’s still hurt, so it may or may not work out. @coveofmemories

                                                          —–

“Babe, I think I found someone that can help me with my headaches,” Spencer had said all those months ago. You’d been ecstatic. His head had been killing him and he didn’t know why. Maybe this person would help. 

“Who is it?” you’d asked.

As he showed you the file, it seemed like she had impressive credentials. It was a woman, a geneticist, named Maeve Donovan. “What will she be able to do?”

“If I send her the results from some of the tests I’ve had done, she might be able to recommend something other doctors haven’t thought of,” he’d said happily. Maybe then he could stop wearing sunglasses all the time. 

“Go for it,” you’d said. “Can’t hurt.”

                                                         —–

Oh how wrong you’d been.

That had been nearly seven months ago. At first, it started innocently. He would call her on occasion to update her on his headaches. She’d prescribed a slightly higher than normal dosage of riboflavin and the occasional B-12 shot as a booster. It had helped - his headaches were almost completely gone. But even after the headaches went away, he had continued to call her. Not often, but often enough that you’d found it weird. 

Over the next couple of months, they continued to talk. You’d hear him laughing and wonder what she said that made him react that way. You’d see him talking on the phone when he hadn’t said anything about making a phone call. She didn’t live nearby as far as you knew, but you could see an emotional affair from a mile away. He’d fall asleep next to you, but you could tell he was far away. You honestly weren’t even sure if he knew it was happening, because he was just as affectionate with you as he’d always been, but you were still hurt.

Then about a month ago, you’d had enough. Enough of him talking to someone else behind your back. Enough of his face lighting up at seeing her number on the screen. Enough hurt. You’d just had enough. That’s when everything blew up.

“Y/N, why are you doing this?” he’d yelled. “I love you!”

“I love you, too,” you wept crossing your hands over your chest in an attempt to protect yourself, trying to protect your heart, but it wasn’t working. “I believe you. I think you love me, but I think you are developing feelings for someone else, and I can’t continue to watch it. It’s killing me.”

“Who am I in love with?”

“That’s denial!” you yelled. “You know exactly who I’m talking about…Maeve! At first I didn’t think anything of it. She was a doctor. She made your headaches go away. I thought she was a godsend.” Heated tears streamed down your face as everything you’d been feeling for the past six months came to a head. “But now you talk to her all the time. Your face lights up when she calls. After you update her on your headaches, which haven’t happened for three months by the way, you continue to talk to her. I can hear how lightly you laugh with her. I just…I don’t even know if you realize it’s happening, but I think you’re in love with her too. And I can’t handle that. When it comes to you, I’m selfish. I want you for myself. I’m not sharing you with anyone. So you need to figure out who it is that you want. Do you want me or her?” You’d stopped at that point, having run out of breath and only continuing on empty. But you’d quickly added more. “I don’t want an answer now. We work together and I will continue to act professionally. But we need time apart so that you can figure out who you want. Me or her. So I want you to leave.”

He’d inched his way toward you as you’d cried, but you stepped back. If he touched you, it would be over and you would continue to get hurt. You couldn’t let that happen. “Don’t do this,” he said, his eyes brimming with tears. “I love you.”

“Then you’ll take time away to figure out whether or not you can cut off your contact with her. From the little I know, she’s probably a lovely woman. She cured your headaches, so I know she’s smart. From what I’ve heard, she sounds sweet. But I can’t do this if you continue to talk to her.” It just wasn’t okay.

You remember watching as he stepped back from you, hurt and confused. “Why are you doing this, Y/N? I have female friends. You don’t have a problem with me being friends with JJ, Emily or Garcia? Why is she any different?”

“Because you’re not in love with them!” you screamed. “I can tell the difference between platonic love and something else. What you feel for JJ and Emily and Garcia is platonic and I know that. This…her…Maeve…it’s something different. I don’t know whether it’s exactly the same as me. I don’t know if you’re just in awe of her. But what you feel for her is something I am not comfortable with.” Turning away, you’d opened the door and convinced him to leave. “If you love me, you’ll be back. Without her. Figure out who you want and get back to me. Or don’t. But a choice needs to be made.”

                                                           —–

A month had passed since you’d kicked him out of the apartment. The following week was especially hellish at work. Everyone could tell immediately that something was very wrong between you. Both of you continued as professionals, but even looking at him was hurting you. The past three weeks had been a little bit better, but it was still very, very awkward. Thankfully, it was the weekend and you had off. Apparently, he’d been staying at Morgan’s place, so he returned there and you went to the apartment you’d shared. 

There was nothing you wanted more than to go back to the way things used to be. Hopefully, Spencer would make the decision to piece you two back together. When you heard a knock on the door, you’d assumed it was Garcia. For weeks now, she’d been begging you to tell her what was wrong - she wanted to help - but you had no interest in talking. You wanted to wallow. So you walked up to the door and swung it open, ready to snap at her for her to leave. But it wasn’t Garcia. It was Spencer. “What is it?” you asked, as your eyes began to tingle with tears. It had been a constant reaction as of late. “I really don’t feel like doing this Spence, so make it quick.”

“I don’t want her. I-l want you.” He pulled out his phone and handed it to you. “I called her yesterday to tell her I couldn’t speak to her anymore.”

“Are you in love with her?” you cracked, looking at the floor. If you looked in his eyes, you’d see the truth, and you weren’t sure if you were ready for that. 

Hesitantly, he reached out for your hand. “Look at me,” he insisted. “I need you to see my eyes when I say this, because otherwise you may not believe me. I love you. I had some kind of feelings for her, but they weren’t the same. Something more than friends, but not what I feel for you. If keeping her as a friend, or whatever she was, means losing you, I can’t do that. I want you. For the rest of my life.”

It was painful to have him admit that there was something there, but when he said it wasn’t the same as what he felt for you, you could see he was telling the truth. He had tells when he lied. One of them was his eyes darting and the others was that the tips of his ears would turn red; he’d done neither. His eyes bored holes into your soul and his ears were the same color they always were. “You have an eidetic memory. I know you still know her phone number,” you said, wondering if the temptation to call her would be too strong.

“I do still know it. I can’t un-know it, as much as I’d like to. But I won’t ever use it again. If you want to check out my phone occasionally to make sure I haven’t called her that’s fine. I just need you to know that I only want you. Whatever I have to do to prove that, I’ll do,” he said, placing your hand over his rapidly beating heart. 

Moments before, you’d been very close to closing the door, but instead, you stood back and let him in. “Okay,” you breathed. “Just don’t make me regret letting you into my heart again. If I find out you’ve had any contact with her, we’re done.”

“I promise,” he said, caressing the side of your face in his hand. “She’s nothing but a memory to me now.”

Kiss And Make Up

“Oh, hey.” Joe said in slight surprise as he opened his door to see Jack standing there.

“Hi.” The younger man replied, meeting his eyes only briefly before quickly looking away.

“Aren’t we a chatty bunch?” Conor proclaimed, pushing his younger brother into the flat.

“Shut up, Con,” Jack rolled his eyes, brushing off his brothers hand, looking down at the floor as he walked further into the flat.

“When have I ever listened to you?” Conor scoffed, “So, Joe! What’s on the books for tonight?”

“Huh?” Joe jumped out of his thoughts and back into the conversation, placing himself on the opposite side of the couch as Jack, who had yet to meet his gaze again. “Oh, right, I don’t really know. I think Mikey was planning most of it.”

“Where are the rest anyways?”

“No idea,” Joe shook his head, “You two are the first to arrive.”

“That’s surprising,” Conor let out a laugh, glancing over at Jack for his reaction, only to see him picking at a thread from the hole of his jeans at his knees.

As if sensing the tension, Conor’s eyes shifted between the other two men, noticing for the first time how they had barely interacted when usually by now, Jack was telling Joe the newest joke or story he had.

“I don’t know what you did,” Conor said, leaning towards Joe, “But please teach me.”

“Teach you?”

“How you got Jack to shut up for once in his life.”

Jack and Joe’s eyes snapped together for one brief moment before quickly darting away, their cheeks both flushing.

“I haven’t done anything.” Lies.

“I just don’t feel like talking,” Jack supplied. Another lie.


Joe knew things were going to be weird, he knew it from the moment he had woken up in bed next to Jack, both completely naked and sporting new love bites along their neck and collarbones.

There were only flashes of the night prior, breathy moans and warm lips, but his mind had supplied him with more than enough to realize what had occurred while both he and Jack were completely and utterly drunk.

They had hooked up.

Neither had known how to react when they woke up groaning with headaches, and so Joe had slipped out of bed and out of Jack’s flat, quickly making his way back to the solace of his own place, trying to process the fact that he had slept with one of his best mates.

One who happened to also be a guy.

This was not something to process with a hung over mind.


Now, hours later, Joe had yet to really process what had happened.

He and Jack hadn’t seen each other since this morning, nor had they talked about what happened, both silently agreeing to pretend it didn’t happen.

It would be easier that way.

They could simply move on from it.

Except as Joe sat there on the couch, avoiding looking over at Jack, he realized that maybe it would be harder to move on from than originally thought.


The awkward dance continued on for another week, the two forced together by the boys, but unable to say anything more than a stuttered hi or a mumbled goodbye.

Things had shifted between them, and there was no going back.

Joe began to wonder if Jack regretted it, if he wished it had never happened, brushing away the small pang of hurt at that thought. Because Joe didn’t like Jack, he didn’t want to have sex with him again.

Did he? No.

No, of course not.

He and Jack were just mates.

Mates that happened to have drunkenly hooked up once.

They would move past it.


Then it happened again.

Although this time both were nowhere near as drunk as the last time, but alcohol still coursed through their veins, mixing with lust as they clawed at each others clothes, lips against each others skin, gasping one another’s name into the darkened room.

And in the morning, it was Jack who slipped out of the room, out of Joe’s apartment, gaze locked to the floor.

Joe remained behind, throwing an arm over his face as he groaned, because he had gone and slept with one of his closest mates again.

He remembered everything; every touch, every kiss, every sensation of Jack on him. And while Joe was reluctant to admit it, he wanted it to happen again.

But it couldn’t. They couldn’t do it again.


The awkward tension returned full force, and the boys picked up on it this time, noticing that two members of their group, the two that used to be so close, were barely able to look at one another.

“Alright,” Josh stood up one night while they were all gathered around Joe’s, playing a few games of Fifa. “This needs to stop.”

“What does?” Joe asked, his phone tapping against his leg. He was distinctly aware of how close, and how far, Jack was sitting compared to him. And he was too aware of the fact that the younger man had barely even glanced in his direction since being pulled through the door, not even muttering a hello to Joe, his cheeks burning red.

“Whatever the hell is going on between you and Jack.” Josh answered, looking down at the two in question.

Joe felt his own cheeks grow warm, flashes of the nights with Jack appearing in his mind, but he shook them off, focusing on the present.

“Yeah, you two have been weird for a while now,” Oli commented as he and Caspar stood, joining Josh.

“It needs to be fixed. Having you two not talk is just not right.” Caspar explained, casting a worried glance between the two.

“Besides,” Conor continued, joining the others, “I’ve never once seen Jack this quiet. You two need to kiss and make up, so everyone can go back to being normal.”

“What?!” Jack finally spoke up, “What do you mean kiss and make up?” He nervously looked in Joe’s direction, but the older man had shifted his own gaze to his lap, his cheeks burning brightly.

“It’s a saying,” Conor drawled, rolling his eyes, “We just want you two to work your shit out. We’re going to go out and grab food, you two are going to stay here and kiss and make up,” He finished, smirking over at his younger brother.

“Just don’t kill each other!” Caspar called out as the boys filed out the door, leaving the two to sit in silence.


“Jack…”

“No.” He stood abruptly, “We don’t have to talk about this.”

“Maybe we should?” Joe finally looked over at the other man, their blue eyes meeting, and this time, neither looked away.

“What do we talk about? The fact that we drunkenly hooked up? Twice!

“Yes.”

“There’s nothing else to say.” Jack crossed his arms tightly, but his eyes remained on Joe.

“Do you regret it?” Joe couldn’t help but blurt out, needing to know the truth.

“I…We were….No. No I don’t.”

“Me either.”

“Oh.”

“I, uhm,” Joe stood, running his fingers through his hair nervously, “I think I like you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“Do you regret it?”

“I just admitted to liking you, and you think I regret it?”

“I don’t know! I’m nervous!”

“Its fine if you don’t like me. If you want to pretend it didn’t happen. I’m sure we can eventually work past the weirdness.” Joe shrugged, trying to act like the words didn’t hurt him to say.

“Can we work past a different weirdness?” Jack asked softly.

“A different one?”

“Yeah, one that comes with two mates deciding to date because they drunkenly hooked up twice and then realized that maybe they want it to be more than that?”

Joe blinked over at Jack, not expecting that as a response.

“I…I mean, uhm, yeah, I think we could work past that weirdness.”

“Only if you want to,” Jack said, stepping closer.

“I want to.” Joe replied, smiling as he shuffled towards Jack, “I really want to.”

“Oh thank gods,” Jack muttered, surging forward to pull Joe’s face towards his, their lips crashing together.

Joe sunk into the kiss, his arms moving around Jack as it deepened, the warm and familiar feeling spreading through his body as Jack’s tongue danced with his.

And when they parted, panting lightly, Joe let out a small laugh, “Thats one way to work past it.”

“Conor did say to kiss and make up.” Jack smirked.

“Hmm, very true. I don’t think we’ve quite made up yet though.”

“Yeah, I think we need to try again.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Joe mumbled, already pulling Jack back in for a kiss.


The boys were quite surprised to arrive back at Joe’s to discover that their two mates had taken Conor’s words quite literally.

Although Conor did have a knowing little smirk on his face, but Jack and Joe were too preoccupied to think much of it.

dating nct jaehyun!!!1!1!

• you guys are super cute
• jaehyun always smiles when he’s w you, not just any smile but he whole, cresent eyes, and the cute, well defined dimples
• he really likes being lowkey w you like
• “hey…,,,, wear a black and white striped shirt tomorrow” “,,,,,ok???”
• the next day
• “omGYALLMATCHING!!!!”
• “oh,,, my,,,, i- we didn’t even realize!!!! haaaa, we’re so perfect for each other”
• he’s awkward in a really non awkward, cute way
• it’s confusing
• it’s like he’s your best friend that happen to be dating and kissing on basis and hugging
• he doesn’t do cheesy things like put your name in his IG bio or anything, but he does make you his profile picture on his social media sites
• there’s some weird shit going on in his lil perv brain
• omg ok when nct u debuted you were like “hoLY- shiT. bABY DO U LOOK GOOD OR DO U LOOK GOOD”
• “i think i look weiRD. LOOK AT MY WEIRD RAMEN LOOKING HAIR”
• he’s super tall so you kinda, cling to him but he doesn’t care he likes it
• k he loves kissing you sm sm sm sm
• he kisses the top of your head a lot tho
• ok first kiss time w jaehyun!!!!
• ok so what happened was you were just chilling on the nct boys’ dorm couch
• and the sm BABy rookiES. were like “noONA. LET’S WATCH A MOVIE” and you were like “daMNBOYS. OK”
• jaemin, the princess himself, chose sleeping beauty.
• and at that very moment jaehyun came in the living room and was like “lol what are u guys doing w my girlfriend” and just plopped down in between you and jaemin and jaemin was like “hyuNG. wyD.”
• so it went like, donghyuk, jeno, jaemin, jaehyun, you and jisung.
• the first 4 boys were like, so INDULGED IN THE MOVIE, BUT you and jisung were like “lol lol lol we saw this like 40 times together already let’s just goof off” and you just kept squishing his cheeks being like “ugh jisung u’re like 3 what are u doing in an entertainment company i should be baby sitting you and be feeding u mushed up bananas”
• and jaehyun looked over at you and you whispered to jaehyun while squishing jisung’s cheeks and you were like “omg look at this literal baby jae”
• and jaehyun smiled bc goodness you’d be the most embarrassing mother to you and jaehyun’s children
• and then jisung fell asleep and you got bored and fell asleep with him while leaning on jaehyun’s shoulder
• AND SUPER CLICHÉ, BUT THE PRINCE GOT INTO THE CASTLE AND WAS ABOUT TO KISS THE PRINCESS AND BEING THE ROMANTIC BABY HE IS, HE TURNED HIS HEAD AND GENTLY KISSED YOU, VERY LIGHTLY, AND THEN TURNED HIS HEAD BACK TOWARDS THE MOVIE
• THEN YOU WOKE UP
• “WHAT HAPPENED” and you screamed
• AND EVERYONE FREAKED OUT AND JISUNG WOKE UP AND HE JUST YELLED “WHAT HAPPENED I’M SO SORRY”
• and the 2000 boys were like “HYUNG WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER” and he was like “whAT- WHY DO YOU ALL BLAME ME I DIDNT DO ANYTHING”
• “WHAT. HYUNG APOLOGIZE”
• “NO I DONT THINK HE DID WHAT I THINK HE DID AND I’M SO CONFUSED I’M SORRY GUYS”
• and so you just hugged jisung and told him to go back to sleep but he was all shaken up
• and jaehyun just “oK. LET ME. JUST. GO TO MY ROOM.”
• but then 2 minutes later he motioned w his hand for you to come into the room
• and all the babies got up and started following you to his room and jaehyun was like “why- NOT ALL OF YOU. JUST HER. YOU GUYS-”
• a unison of “ooohhhhhhhh” from all the boys who go back to the couch
• and you got into the room and he closed the door and you were thinking “crap”
• but he very awkwardly was like “uh so… uh”
• “SORRY I HAD A DREAM AND-”
• “a dream??? uh well, did you, enjoy it?”
• “what?”
• “um” and he kinda, walked closer towards you and you just stayed there and he got crazy close to you and he put one of his hands on your cheek and another one on your hip and put his lips on yours and you hesitantly kissed back and put your arms around his neck and sjdjrjejf
• then he gently took his lips off of yours and smiled and he just kinda laughed and it was so cute honestly
• and you coughed and was like “um, uh, we should, take the boys, out of ice cream or something they…they wanted ice cream”
• and he put his arm around your shoulders and was like “alright”
• and Y'ALL OPENED THE DOOR AND THE FOUR BABY ROOKIES FELL FACE FIRST ON THE FLOOR
• and fast thinker jaemin was like “hA. LOL. STUPiD US. JENO YOUR CONTACTS AREN’T HERE”
• “me-? oh- Oh YEAH MY CONTACT-”
• “jeno, you don’t wear contacts.”
• “I JUST STARTED WEARING THEM, A FEW DAYS AGO AND I DIDNT TELL YOU GUYS BECAUSE-”
• “you guys still gonna buy us ice cream or” cause all donghyuk wanted was some ice cream
• y'all did end up getting ice cream tho bc you love jisung sm, he’s you and jaehyun’s baby and he wanted ice cream
• it was a fun day
• ok when firetruck came out you went nuts
• “you CAN RAP? HOW COME YOU NEVER TO L D M E”
• ok you once found an old predebut video of him having a full on conversation by himself in english in his english class and you sent it to him
• he didn’t reply for like, 12 hours
• he cooks for you and you guys cook together sometimes it’s great
• you wear his sweaters sometimes and it’s so cute he loves it you look so tiny
• jaehyun made you cry once
• LOL JK THIS BOY TREASURES YOU TOO MUCH AND KNOWS WAY TOO MUCH ABOUT YOU TO HURT YOU IN ANYWAY, HE’S ALWAYS CAUTIOUS AND CARES ABOUT YOU
• you guys were best friends first before you guys started dating
• he’s so modest it makes you ejdjfjfk
• ok jaehyun, not to be weird, but he gets boners a lot
• you pretend not to notice sometimes bc “jaehyun come on this happened on stage too you gotta chill man i know you’re growing up and you cant help it and all but-”
• but sometimes you just laugh and give him a small kiss on the cheek and continue doing what you were doing or something bc yoU GUYS AREN’T GONNA DO IT EVERYTIME HIS FRIEND ACTS UP DOWN THERE
• ok but he gets needy he just, hugs you a lot and back hugs you when he NORMALLY REALLY DOESNT, and he kisses you and whispers in your ear and, hM. IT’S TEMPTING BUT YOU’RE A STIFF STONE YOU’RE “you’re cute”
• you guys watch nct life together
• when he sleeps over/when you sleep over it’s so fun you always ask him to sing you to sleep and he does sing and skdkf
• but honestly most of the time y'all are gummy bears, potato chips, video games, dance breaks, and candy till 4am
• lol ok he looks at you, the same way he looks at honey butter chips and oh my goodness it’s the cutest thing
• johnny always messes w jae like “yoUR BAE OR HONEY BUTTER CHIPS JAEHYUN. ANSWER ME. 3, 2, 1. OHHHHH”
• ok jaehyuns lock screen is a picture of you and him together, smiling and laughing at your favorite coffee shop that yuta took when he was with hansol.
• ok so yuta and hansol were stalking you, but the way they put it was “we were not stalking you we were following you to make sure that you were being nice kids and just going on clean, 18 and under age dates.” and while they were behind the bushes, they saw you and him laughing at something and you two looked so cute that yuta snapped a pic and sent it to jaehyun and hansol was like “…wait. YUTA-” and then at that very moment jaehyun and your heads turned and you two made eye contact w hansol and yuta who was awkwardly standing behind the bushes of the coffee shop.
• it was a weird day
• jaehyun’s home screen is a picture of you sleeping, your hair in your face, your mouth kind of open, your cheek squished up from the pillow under your cheek and you hate it but he thinks it’s the cut e s t thing e v e r. it’s his favorite picture of you.
• he loves feeding you and being fed like he’s kinda shy about it but he loVES. IT.
• jaehyun doesn’t really get jealous, i mean, he does like any other guy, but he prefers to talk it out with you and ask you directly rather than keeping his emotions and questions to himself and hurting both himself and you and the relationship.
• he pretends you’re his giant teddy bear
• he likes it when you sit on his lap
• he does aegyo when you’re sad or when he wants something and you’re like “uGHWHAT”
• he loves spooning well, not spooning but, he just likes holding on to you while you’re both laying down
• he loves it when you touch his hair and play with it
• he catches all the bugs and when you’re scared he’s like “iTSOK I GOT YOU”
• when you’re cold, he doesn’t hesitate to take his jacket off and give it to you
• or when you’re like “oh no you’re gonna be cold ill be fine” he just let’s you sit in between his legs and he just drapes around you like a giant blanket
• ok your selfies are so cute it could be super casual where to u’re wearing normal clothes and just smiling or you guys could be wearing weird clothes that look like you’re about to go on stage to perform for lady gaga, sticking your tongues out, they’re all cute, super cute
• you guys say “i love you” when you’re in the mood for it meaning like, you guys would be watching TV then it’d get boring and you guys would just be smiling and really quiet and then he’d say “i love you” really quietly and pat your head.
• he talks in 3 different languages
• “PLEASE TALK IN ONE LANGUAGE JAEHYUN”
• now he’s learning chinese from winwin and kun and his chinese classes so, 4 LANGUAGES. Y A Y.
• you saw jaehyun in a suit, once.
• once was enough.
• “I LIVED IN AMERICA FOR 4 YEARS, THAT’S WHY I’M HERE MAN.”
• “stoooooooop”
• you guys never stop smiling around each other
• you guys, barely fight/argue
• he once took advice from johnny and, “went for it” aka took your head band to wash his face without getting his bags wet.
• “she won’t notice” he said. “she won’t laugh” he said. “SHE WON’T TAKE PICTURES OF YOU AND KEEP THEM FOREVER.” HE SAID

• he lied. johnny lied. and johnny’s the one that told you about the head band thing, allowing you to get the picture in the first place.

YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW HARD THIS WAS I HAD TO START THIS OVER AGAIN LIKE, 6 TIMES WHEN I WAS ¾ DONE BC I KEPT CLICKING THE BACK BUTTON AND SJDJJFKG i feel like this one isn’t as good as the other ones bc i restarted it so many times omg but yES. bias wrecker af jaehyun yes thank u for existing u wonderful human being//giraffe.

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1. “I feel like I’m losing my damn mind.”

2. “Gah! Why are you so cold? Get off of me you icicle!”

3. “Marry me?”

4. “God, I was so worried!” “I was only gone for five minutes!”

5. “Please don’t shut me out.”

6. “I can’t believe you haven’t noticed. I’m screaming for someone to notice, to help me, and yet no one does!”

7. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

8. “This is going to hurt, I’m so sorry.”

9. “Who did this to you?”

10. “I’m gonna kill him!”

11. “Cuddle me you weirdo.”

12. “I’m pregnant.”

13. “Are you…crying? You? Mister/Miss, ‘I don’t cry, I’m tough as hell’?” “Oh shut up, we all have our weaknesses!”

14. “You’re part of the family now, don’t ever think you’re not.”

15. “Breathe, can you do that for me?”

16. “I’m a burden to you!”

17. “I’m better off dead.” “You’re better off alive, with me.”

18. “You’re beautiful, and if anyone says that you’re not, know that they’re damn well wrong.”

19. “You’re warm, s'great for cuddling.”

20. “Send help, the kids are out of control!”

21. “C'mere you sexy thing!”

22. “I, um, might’ve gone a little bit overboard on the shopping.” “A little bit?!”

23. “You did this all for me?” “No, I did this for Jeffrey across the street. Yes I did this for you!”

24. “What the hell is happening to me?”

25. “You aren’t dreaming, look, I’m here, this is real.”

26. “There’s so much blood, it won’t come off!”

27. “Woah, slow down, what’s going on?”

28. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

29. “You mess with her/him, you mess with me.”

30. “That’s it, you’re staying here until I can get this sorted.” “But I–” “No buts!”

31. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

32. “I love you, you know that right?”

33. “I’m coming to get you, stay there.”

34. “Okay, so don’t freak out, but I got flour everywhere…”

35. “Is it supposed to look like that?” “I think so?” “Is that a question or a statement?”

36. “Woah, I never knew you had a tattoo!”

37. “Are you safe?” “I-I don’t know.”

38. “S/he deserves better than me.”

39. “We’re more than just friends and you know it.”

40. “It’s me! It’s me! Calm down, baby, please.”
41. “What have you been doing? Actually, don’t answer that, I don’t want to know.”

42. “Is the movie too scary? I can stop it if you want and we could watch something else.”

44. “Touch her again, and I’ll kill you.” “Will you? Because last time I checked, petty threats don’t do shit, ____. They just piss me off more.”

45. “You don’t mess with my family.”

46. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

47. “Please don’t leave me.”

48. “Did you just slap my ass?” “Actually, I firmly grasped it.” “Did you just quote Spongebob?”

49. “Beautiful.”

50. “Let her/him go, please! I’m the one you want!” “Oh really now? What can you do for me?”

51. “I’ve got you, you’re safe now.”

52. “And you didn’t think to tell me about this until now?” “I didn’t think it was that important…”

53. “I can’t carry on this way anymore, I can’t live like this.”

54. “You know if you wanted sex, you could’ve just asked.”

55. “Stop freaking out, you’re making me freak out! And I’m the level headed one of the house!”

56. “Please don’t do this, your family needs you, your friends need you, I need you.”

57. “You can’t hide from me!”

58. “Well this is a nice change of scenery.” “_____, we’re in a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”

59. “How sweet, sacrificing yourself for her, when did you get a heart?”

60. “Um, I don’t think that what you’re doing is legal, so if you could just let me go, that would be great.”

61. “I thought you said you knew where we were going.” 
“Yeah I lied.”

62. “Shit, you’re freezing, let’s get you warmed up, alright?”

63. “What happened to me?”

64. “I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, get up here.”

65. “It’s not like I’m some broken vase that you can just glue back together and then expect that everything will be okay again! It doesn’t work like that!”

66. “Everything I’ve done is for you, you’re the only thing in the world that matters to me.”

67. “Are you seriously stuck right now?” “Don’t just stand there! Help me!”

68. “I can’t do the things that you can do.”

69. “Please don’t post that, no!” “Oops, too late.”

70. “What game is that?”

71. “I said create a distraction, not this!”

72. “We’re in public, stop that.”

73. “I had some food from your fridge, I hope you don’t mind.”

74. “Hand over the girl.” “That’s not gonna happen in your lifetime.”

75. “Can you stop poking me?!” “I’m not poking you.”

76. “I’ve already told you this, we’re not killing anyone!”

77. “I’m about seventy five percent sure that this bridge won’t break.” 
“Only seventy five?!”

78. “I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.”

79. “I don’t need protecting!”

80. “You know they’re going to use the things you love against you.”

81. “It’s locked!” “You mean we’re stuck in here?”

82. “Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything.” “I don’t care, shut up.”

83. “Hey! I was watching that!”

84. “I thought they’d killed you, I’m glad I thought wrong.”

85. “Not now, I’m busy.”
“But it’s been so long!”