Sydney Leroux orders her usual, a grande decaf caramel vanilla half-soy half-fat double-cup upside-down no-foam macchiato. It’s not to drink, it’s to post a pic on her Starbucks-only instagram account.
Hello all! SO I’ve been in a writing mood pretty much all night. There’s this short story I’ve been working on for a couple of months now, and I wrote a lot more of it tonight. Fair warning though: it’s not fanfic, it’s totally original but it’s something that I’m actually really proud of. Here’s a special little sneak peek of a very peculiar event that happens to Jen. Let me know if you enjoy it! ^_^
Jen opened her eyes. Immediately, she was flooded with sensations: a bright light was shining on her from above, someone was taking off her shoes, she was lying on a cold table, something was burning, and people around her were shouting in a strange language. Jen sat up with no warning, accidentally knocking over some objects that had been placed next to her. She jumped off the table and looked around frantically, breathing hard in sheer panic. She felt an arm on her shoulder and spun around, knocking the person away with a loud shriek.
Suddenly there were people surrounding her, holding back her arms and forcing her to stay in one place. She screamed and writhed around, trying to get free.
“Get away from me! Who are you? What do you want from me? Get your hands off!”
Whoever was holding her back gripped even tighter. Jen panted hard, her face contorted with fear and confusion. Suddenly, a woman stepped forward and placed her hand on either side of Jen’s face, looking straight into her eyes. Jen tried to lean back but the grip on her arms and the woman’s hands on her face forced her to stay still. She couldn’t get away from the woman’s intense green gaze, and her own brown ones stared defiantly back. The woman tilted her head and gave a little smile, and then nodded.
The person holding her back suddenly let go and Jen stumbled forward, only to be caught by the woman with strange eyes. For some reason she couldn’t quite place, she suddenly felt calm. Something about the woman’s presence was reassuring. She was clearly in control of this place.
Speaking of which… Jen straightened up to take a look around where she had been taken.
With a shock, she realized she was in her own kitchen. She had been lying on her own table.
Jen’s eyes widened and she stared at the woman with green eyes who had been watching her carefully, still with a slight smile on her face. She didn’t even know where to begin with the questions that were swirling around her mind. That’s when she realized that all the other people that had been in the room before were now gone.
Then the woman disappeared without a trace.
Jen let out a yell and leapt backward, her head swinging from side to side, taking in every part of the kitchen. She was alone. There was no trace of any of the people who had just been filling the room, and the burning smell had gone. The lights that had been on were now off, and the room was silent and dark. Jen remained in place, barely able to process what had just happened. She kept staring at every corner, expecting someone to appear at any moment. She spotted one of her shoes lying on its side next to the counter and not knowing what else to do, went over and bent down. She poked it gingerly to make sure nothing weird happened, before reaching out to pick it up.
Jen turned the sneaker around, looking for anything that might be out of the ordinary or give her a clue as to what had just happened. To her disappointment, there was absolutely nothing. Her sneaker looked completely normal. She slowly placed it down on the counter and remained in place for a long time, the foot with no shoe growing cold from the cool floor. The darkness grew, deepening shadows in the corners and draining color from the room until it was awash in blues and grays. Jen stayed in the room, sometimes sitting down in a chair, sometimes pacing around, just waiting for something to happen. She felt wide awake and couldn’t possibly go to bed, all alone in the quiet apartment, particularly not after it had been invaded by foreign supernatural forces of some kind. She snorted at her own thoughts, but couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Who were those people? How did they disappear? What had that woman with the green eyes done? And… She could barely bring herself to consider the possibility, but… Did they have something to do with Kate’s disappearance?
Alrighty, I’m tagging some tumblr buddies who might be interested? I dunno, y’all tell me xD
IMAGINE: Having a bet with Bruce and trying to make him break that bet.
A/N: I am here posting a Bruce smut, bc thats more impt than me studying for my astro quiz. (–: AND IDK IF THAT PROMPT SUMMARY MAKES ANY SENSE??? -lou
You looked at yourself, pleased at what you saw. Your dress hung perfectly onto your curves─not too tight nor too loose, just perfect. The navy blue dress complemented your eyes and skin tone─looking like a million bucks with your jewelry, dress, hair, and shoes. You smiled to yourself on tonights plan. You were to make sure it will go as planned.
Just last week you made a bet with Bruce─your long time boyfriend of a year─that the two of you can go two weeks with out sex. The first one to break were to get punished and cook dinner for a whole week. You were definitely gonna break him tonight. Glancing in the mirror one more time before heading down the stairs. There was Bruce, sitting on the couch; waiting for you. The second he heard your heels clinked onto the floor, his attention shifted onto you. He was wide eyed. “Babe. Y-you look, gorgeous.” Bruce complimented “Don’t I always.” You joked. “You certainly do.” He spoke truthfully. His continuous compliments created a tint of red on your cheeks. Hoping to god it wasn’t so notice able and would be easily mistaken as blush. If Bruce was to continue these compliments─which you knew was part of his plan to get you to break first─you knew you wouldn’t get anywhere, but you put your game face on. You were ready.
so catch me at ultra, tote bag in hand, ready to steal. sombra, is this the same ultra you went to last week and stole 300 dollars worth of shit from? the answer to that question UNFORTUNATELY is yes, which was my first mistake. i thought that because last time was the weekend during the day and this time was a weeknight it would be a different crew, but one of the SAs from last time was definitely there. i right of to bat picked up that she recognized me. i don’t know if she knew i had lifted last time because i concealed one million miles away from a camera, but it still wasn’t the ideal situation.
i didn’t grab any large decoy items this time! which was totally dumb! always grab massive decoy items so even when you leave other high dollar shit, its hard for them to immediately tell when things are missing!!! mistake number two!
i got cs’d a little, but it wasn’t a suspicious amount. at some point she asked if i needed help finding anything, and i said “oh im looking for kat von d products” and she said “we only carry those at sephora” and instead of responding to that in a normal way, i basically just said, “bummer!” and continued on. eventually, after i got what i wanted, and just headed back to the hair care section–i saw an SA walking around back there by the salon area but figured she was just stocking up and all, and loaded up my bag. mistake!
as i was loading up my purse (right as i was putting my last handful of stuff in), i saw a black blur at the back of the store behind me. no idea if she saw me or not but she definitely could have.
after i loaded up my purse, i carried my tote to the front of the building, faking a phone call, but i was WAY too quiet on the phone call. i was leaving pauses in the “conversation”; it almost looked like i wasn’t having one at all, which im sure was suspicious–me walking through ultra with a full purse and empty tote, phone pressed silently to my ear? yeah. sus as fuck.
NOW HERE’S WHERE IT GETS HAIRY. the two SA’s, who were chatting with each other and being friendly the entire time i was “shopping” were standing STATUE-STILL and looking out the door as i was approaching. i thought, “that’s it, jig’s up. i better admit defeat and put everything back, cause i know sure as hell i’m not cut out for jail.” i put my tote (which was once full of all you see in my last haul post + 2 other things since the last time they saw me, now just those two other things) on the rack and was about to swerve past the door to dump my shit discreetly in an endcap, when one of the SA’s, giving me a weird look, said “have a nice night.”
to be completely honest, i panicked, and just said “thanks you too,” course corrected (looking completely drunk, im sure) and swerved out the door. once i was out of the immediate vicinity i fucking bolted.
MISTAKE NUMBER ONE: going back to a place i lifted from within a week of the last time i lifted there.
MISTAKE NUMBER TWO: not grabbing any large concealing decoy items, and not grabbing nearly enough small decoy items to replace or leave in the bag as i left.
MISTAKE NUMBER THREE: asking questions to which the answer was “we don’t carry that here” and then me just continuing on like it didn’t matter.
MISTAKE NUMBER FOUR: concealing in the vicinity of an SA when i didn’t know exactly where she was.
MISTAKE NUMBER FIVE: when doing the fake phone call method, i did not talk nearly enough and my “realistic pauses” were way too long.
I don’t know if there are any other mistakes in that last part–because i made it out okay i don’t know if i’d call anything else i did a mistake there (idk how i would’ve avoided the awkwardness), but everything i did leading up to that point was bad.
SO! make sure to avoid those five things when you go to ultra, and remember, BE CONFIDENT, BE NATURAL. You’re just a regular shopper.
so lucky i didn’t get caught, but tonight convinced me i need a break from lifting. i probably won’t be posting hauls for a week or two while i try to curb my enthusiasm. :’) stay sharp y’all!
premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things. soundtrack song: You and Me - Lifehouse full soundtrack: x words: 2,825 warnings: swears a/n: i lov u all so here’s a nice happy fluffy christmas chapter :-)
Imagine: Working in a withdrawal clinic and
helping Eric with his drug addiction. Eventually you fall for each other but
your brother Four does not approve.
You slip on
your shoes and open the door of the apartment, which you share with your older
brother, Tobias, “I’m going to work Toby!”
transferred to Dauntless three years after Tobias, after initiation you took a
job as a nurse in Dauntless’ withdrawal clinic. Due to Dauntless’ ‘No Fucks
Given’ lifestyle, there were many addicts around this place, and because your
aptitude was for both Erudite and Dauntless, you decided it would be best for
you to become a nurse. This career would also allow you to help others like you
were always taught by your former faction, Abnegation.
careful Y/N,” Tobias calls from the kitchen, he was never fond of you working
around drug addicts, “Are you going to come back here for lunch, or are you
going to the cafeteria?”
You call over your shoulder as you rush out.
your way into the clinic, and go up to receptionist, Lizzie, to check-in. She
sees you and waves before yawning, “Hey Liz, another slow day?”
The past few
weeks have been really slow, the regular patients already had their assigned
nurses, and you hadn’t gotten any newcomers, “Yup. Four still concerned about
you working here?”
needs to stop being so, um, so Stiff,”
You roll your eyes, “But I mean, that’s not the only stiff thing about him, have
you seen those musc-”
He’s my Goddamn brother!” You say in disgust.
just so-” You groan, sometimes you wonder if Lizzie had an aptitude for Candor.
gonna go!” You quickly make your way to your office to organize some paperwork.
hour later you hear a knock on the door, “Come in!”
someone come in through the door behind you and you finish filling out a form
on your computer and turn around. Your eyes widen as you see the Greek God,
Eric. The feared leader of Dauntless. What’s
he doing in here?
in, sit down,” You gesture for him to sit in the chair in front of you, he
complies, “What brings you here?”
grunts. You raise your eyebrows in question, “I’m addicted to marijuana, and I
need your help to get rid of it because my jobs on the line.”
I’ll help y-”
here for your confirmation, you’d have to help me whether you liked it or not.”
This guy is such an asshole, “You need my help Eric, it’s not the other way
alright?” He groans, “I haven’t had a joint since Wednesday evening.”
You look at
your calendar, today’s Friday, “So you’re really serious about quitting huh?”
“Why do you
think I’m here?”
alright, no need to get angry, these are just some general questions we ask our
new patients.” You spend the next hour or so filling out paperwork about Eric
and his past health history. He leaves just before lunch and you make your way
back to your brother’s apartment.
He has lunch
ready when you arrive since it was his day off today, “How was work Y/N? Any
“Uh, yeah, I
was assigned a client today,” You say absentmindedly.
can’t disclose any information about my patient, but you don’t know him,” You
definitely did not have an aptitude for Candor. You could never tell Four that
your patient was his enemy.
The next few
months go by with you offering Eric therapy and he was actually doing quite
well, he only relapsed once in the beginning, but ever since then, he has been
drug-free. Through these sessions you had really gotten to know Eric, turns out,
he isn’t a bad guy, he was just broken, he had a really rough past, but he was
trying to turn his life around. Eric had gotten to know you too, for some
reason you opened up to him quite a bit about your own past and your father,
Marcus. Honestly, you had developed quite a big crush on him.
into your office, snapping you out of your thoughts. He sits in front of you,
“Good morning Eric. How are you?”
good,” He says through a yawn, causing you to giggle.
a casual conversation with him about work, he asks, “So does Four still not
know that I’m your patient?”
he’d probably kill you and make me quit my job,” You laugh.
to die for you,” He mutters under his breath.
He looks down, and you decide not to push it.
minute or so of silence, he gets up and steps closer to you; he cups your chin
and suddenly presses his lips to yours. You widen you eyes in shock for a
moment, but then you allow yourself to melt into him. He finally pulls away and
looks deeply into your eyes, “I’ve been waiting to do that.”
wow,” You stutter, blushing.
chuckles, “Once a stiff, always a stiff I guess.”
does this mean?” You ask him, gesturing between the two of you.
“Well if you
say yes, it could mean that you’re now my girlfriend.”
“Then yes! But we can’t let Four find out about this.”
with Eric for over a month now, and your relationship consists of Eric visiting
you at the clinic, going on secret dates, and sneaking out of the apartment
late at night, in order to hide your love from your brother.
as Eric leaves your office to go to work, Lizzie calls you, “Um, Y/N, girl I
think I screwed up big time today.”
“What do you
mean?” You ask, your voice laced with concern.
was here,” She pauses as your heart skips a beat, “Let’s just say I think you
should probably go home right now.”
did you do?!”
home Y/N!” She hangs up before you can respond.
You sigh and
put the phone in your purse, preparing yourself for what was about to go down.
into the apartment, and instantly regret it, “Y/N Eaton! Eric?! Really Y/N,
that’s the best you can do? And to fucking think you’ve been hiding this from
me for how long now?!”
fuming, “Toby listen-”
me that Y/N!”
please, you’re over reacting, it’s not as bad as you think!” At this point,
you’re beginning to lose your cool demeanor.
Y/N? ‘It’s not as bad as I think?’ Out of all the guys in the faction, you
choose to date Eric? And on top of that, you lie to me about it!” You didn’t
think it was possible for some to be that red.
Eric is not a bad guy, you don’t even know
“No Y/N, you don’t know him!”
“Yes, yes I
do Tobias, I’ve been his fucking therapist for four months, and his girlfriend
for a month and a half, I know him a
hell lot better than you do!” This conversation had turned into a full out
“Y/N, I do
not approve of you seeing him!”
19-years-old Tobias, I don’t approve
of you trying to run my life! If you can choose to be with Tris, then I can
choose to be with Eric!”
“Tris is not
a fucking drug-addict!” You gasp.
Eric! And don’t you dare call him that again Tobias, you know nothing about him
or his past addiction!”
don’t!” You’re on the verge of tears now, you never thought you’d see the day
that your brother reminded you of your father, “You’re just like Marcus!”
screams, you flinch away, and he sighs, “As long as you live under my roof, you
stay away from Eric do you understand?”
leave, right fucking now!” You pick up your purse and make your way to the door.
Get the fuck out!” You didn’t need to be asked twice, you slam the door shut
behind you, and a few seconds later you hear glass shattering inside. You sigh,
not believing that your brother just kicked you out of his apartment. I guess I’ll stay at Eric’s tonight, and
then I’ll have to find my own place.
pray that your brother will realize that he is wrong about Eric.
A/N: IDK if it’s just the wannabe lawyer inside me, but I absolutely love writing about arguments, I swear I’m not crazy guys. Also I’m sorry for not posting last night, I wasn’t home all day so I didn’t have time to edit this!
Last thought, and then my dizzy ass is going to stop posting tonight, but what I need in my life is Yusuke somehow getting wrapped up in that maid cleaning service for extra money and accidentally being ordered by Akira or Ryuji (or both. Idk. I’m flexible/easy) and…shenanigans.
Wrote this a while ago. I planned on writing a part two, then some follow up stories to this. However that won’t happen in the foreseeable future. So I’m posting it since I edited it a lilbit tonight. It’s Ozark’s state of mind after Akuze. Not happy atll.
I need help.
It was all he’d wanted to say for the last week and a half.
I need help; at one in the morning as he lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling.
I need help; ten in the morning as he tried to watch tv, the sound low, a pillow clutched in his arms.
I need help, Ez, he thought, staring at Ezra’s sleeping form. It was eleven at night, and Ezra was in a corner, head back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest for comfort, as if that would keep the cold out. He’d followed him into the bathroom to comfort him, and it backfired.
Dumb thing that I I know it’ll never happen but I can hope.
So what if when Ryan is introduced to the rooster corp in the next episode of 11lr he recognizes Gavin the Third and remembers the fact that the other two died in ten little roosters and idk boom freewood angst
Thank you! Maybe when they’re angry, yes. Their eyes would turn red whenever they’re about to use determination or if they react something exponentially that they accidentally trigger their DT. It goes the same with Chara– they live because of Frisk’s DT and that’s why they have red eyes (they originally have brown). Idk just some of my silly headcanon. I hope that makes sense. XD
fuck it I know I posted a tiny sneaky starter call for pig last night but I’m actually feeling both of them for once. So LIKE for a starter of varying length from either Junkrat or Roadhog, if you have any preference, reply to the post, if not, then I’ll choose based on idk, my instinct I guess!
Guys I wrote a really crappy Bucky drabble tonight that was supposed to be posted the last time I had my drabble night. Like I think it’s super bad but I can’t come up with anything else so I’m gonna post it once I edit it all. Oh well!