Because it comes up a lot for all of us trying to manage schedules that slam more than 24 hours of work into a day, I thought I would make one giant productivity post for everyone to help us all out (including myself).
10 steps to GET MORE SHIT DONE in a day
JUST START–I think most of us find that sometimes the hardest part to starting a task is overcoming the “ugh–fuck this shit, I don’t want to do this” feeling. So, trick yourself into it. Instead of saying you’re going to work for 8 hours, tell yourself you’ll do an hour… and watch that hour turn into 2 or 3 or 4 magically.
Action fights anxiety–If you’re terrified of a project hanging over your head, just start it!! Instead of waiting till tomorrow or next week when things might be right, just start right now! Do something to help yourself feel better about it. You’ll feel better getting through the rest of your day if you don’t have the fear. If you wake up at 2 am panicked you haven’t replied to an email, get up and do it now so you can go back to sleep in peace!
Make a list–Never underestimate the power of writing it down and crossing it off.
Take care of yourself–It’s hard to work when you’re tired or hungry or haven’t worked out, etc. So, prioritize–make yourself #1! You’re fucking worth it. So work out, eat breakfast, sleep 6 or 8 or 9 hours (whatever you need). Do whatever it takes to make yourself feel ready to take on the day.
Stay organized–I have a slightly OCD-type personality. If the desk is a mess, it’s hard for me to do my work. So put things back where they belong, take the time to keep things tidy so you can do your best work.
Don’t multitask–We all think we’re good at this–but the truth is we’re shit. We’re complete and utter shit at multitasking. Do one thing very well instead of four things poorly.
Shut off–Turning away from the work for just a minute can really decrease your productivity. Unless you are actively waiting on a text to hear the test results from your mother’s biopsy or an emergency call from your best friend that your house is burning down almost anything else can wait another hour until you finish your task. Even an email from your boss can probably wait another 10 minutes for you to finish what you’re working on.
Be competitive–Be a better you than you were yesterday. Do more. Show yesterday-you that they’re a lazy bitch and you can do better!
Give a fuck!!–If you actually care about what you’re doing, you’ll be more motivated to do it!
10 very specific ways to get more shit done
Work when you work best–This rule that people work better in the morning is bullshit. Some people work best from 5 am to 7 am, but some of us do our best work from 1 pm to 3 pm or 10 pm to midnight. Work when you do your best work and get things done–whenever that is!!
Localize–Put it all in one place. Stop moving between eight study resources or you’ll fail to focus on one thing well–instead condense all your study materials into one place and then focus on that ONE thing.
Multi-task on the stuff that doesn’t matter–It takes no brain power to clean a counter, so when you have to clean your apartment you can also return the phone calls you’ve put off. When you have to stand in line for coffee you can also answer emails, while your lunch is heating in the microwave you can put away the dishes in the dish washer. Get more done in the spaces between.
Be contrary–Who says you have to buy groceries on the busiest shopping day? Go at a weird time when other people won’t be there and you can get in and out faster. Don’t waste your time waiting in line just because that’s when everyone else does something. Do things when you can do it fastest!! Hit the post office at 3 pm when everyone else is at work, go to the gym late in the evening after the post-work rush is over. Do it when you can get it done fast!
Buy the right shit–Go ahead and buy the best tool for the task. If you don’t set yourself up right, you’ll just spend more time fighting for things to work than actually working!!
In arm’s reach or screw it–When you sit down to work, get all the things you need ready to go so you don’t have to keep getting up for more paper or some water. If it’s not within arm’s reach, move it or screw it!
Bribe yourself–Never underestimate the power of a piece of chocolate, or a night out at the end of the week, or an online shopping spree for that shirt you’ve wanted.
Turn it up (or turn it down)–If you hate the quiet play music, but if the sound is too distracting shut it the fuck off. Work in a space that works for you.
Deep end–welcome to it--Do the hard stuff first. You’ll lose energy as the day goes on, so leave the easy things for when you’re tired and don’t need as much will power.
One touch–You’ve probably heard this one before, but here’s my irreverent version of it. Pick it up–don’t put it the fuck down until you’re done. If you get an email from your professor saying you all have to complete a required form, do the fucking form now and email it back immediately. Why spend more time later having to look at that damn email again? If you realize you’re out of paper towels, check your level of tin foil and tissues while you’re at it so you can go to the store one time. Do it once, do it right, don’t fuck around.
Oh, and don’t forget to give yourself a break when you need it. Not every day can be a day where everything gets done. :)
Turning over, soft sheets slid from my shoulders. The room was freezing and dark. I reached my hand out and felt around for my personal space heater, like always. I groped for a little in half sleep before I registered that he wasn’t there. Squinting at my bright phone screen I saw the time read 1:45; of course he was up late. Sliding from our warm bed, I slipped on a pair of shorts and one of his old shirts from the floor. Freezing half to death in the flat, I headed out to find him where he was always hiding. The hall light was still on, but he’d at least had the decency to cut off everything in the living room. Phil’s door was shut and his room was dark, at least he’d gone to sleep. I reached the end of the hall and cut the lights, filling the flat with a darkness to match the eerie midnight silence. I barely made it up the stairs to the office. I expected him to be editing something at the desktop but instead he was sitting on the sofa bed with his laptop on his chest. He looked tired, though. I knocked on the door frame, drawing his attention away from the screen. He gave me a tiny smile. “Hey, pumpkin.” I came over and sat next to him. “Dan, why are you still up? It’s almost 2.” I laid my head onto his shoulder, fingers sliding through his waves. I was still barely awake, and all I wanted was to be asleep tucked inside a pair of arms. “Just answering some emails, you know half the people me and Phil talk to are 8 hours behind. This is the only time we can really communicate.” He was typing out some response as he said that. “Well, they can wait. You need your rest, bear,” I scolded him gently. We had this argument at least once a week. He always forced himself to stay up answering emails or playing video games, then he’d sleep till 1PM the next day and complain about his sleep schedule. Dan groaned and I pinched his neck.
“Ow! You asshole don’t pinch me!”
“Then go to bed!”
“I don’t wannaaaaaa.”
I rolled my eyes, sat up and yanked his face from the screen so I saw exhausted brown eyes. “You’re acting like a baby. Now come downstairs and cuddle me until we both go to sleep!” I demanded. Dan giggled, “Is that supposed to insult me, you trash bag? Just go back to bed and wait for me. I’ll be down soon okay?” He kissed my lips softly. “No. You need to come to bed. Even Phil called it a night. Plus you’re an idiot when you’re tired. I bet half these emails don’t even make sense. And lack of sleep makes you stressed out.” Dan pouted, turning his face back toward the laptop. I didn’t say anything else. Instead, I cuddled close to him, head finding its way back to the crook of his neck and watching him finish the rest of his work. He slid an arm around me. I smiled and ran my hand through his hair while I watched. Soon I shut my eyes, sometimes it was just easier to be there, to let him do whatever he wanted. Not to mention he always managed to fall asleep whenever we cuddled.
Sure enough, after about 20 minutes, he stopped scrolling and I heard him start breathing heavier. His cheek landed on top of my head. I shut his screen and lifted the laptop from his lap, placed it beside me to carry downstairs later, then carefully slid out from under Dan’s arm. He didn’t react to any of this, he must really be tired. “Dan,” I whispered. “Get up, baby. Let’s go to bed.” He sighed at the sound of my voice. “C’mon, ‘m tired. Lemme sleep,” he complained, but reluctantly let me pull him up into a standing position. I rolled my eyes, now he wanted to sleep? “I know honey, let’s get you into bed then so you can sleep alright?” Dan’s voice was high and dreamy, like a little boy’s, “Okay, let’s go downstairs then.” We made our way back through the flat, silent.
When we were finally in his room, I let him fall into bed before crawling in on the other side. He pulled me to him, placing me under his chin. I tangled our legs together and rested my arm around his waist. He was finally in bed with me, and we could sleep comfortably.
“Good night, pumpkin.”
“Good night, bear.”
Half awake and stressed out of existence, needed some fluffy shit to make the pain go away so enjoy this short adorable piece.
A/N: So I decided to just post this anyway. I hope you guys like it. Once again if you don’t like this series you don’t have to read it .Its an entirely self-indulgent fic. I have no idea when the next part will be out. message me and send me asks.
Title: Bolder Part 2
Pairings: Father!Burr x Daughter!reader, Phillip Hamilton x Reader
“Do you want to come over for dinner?” Phillip asked hesitantly. I looked at him curiously. “I mean my family can be a little crazy sometimes. We just haven’t done much outside of school together. Not to mention, my family is complaining about never meeting any of my friends.” He elaborated while looking at the ground nervously and talking with his hands.
“Anything. We haven’t done anything after school Pip.” I corrected him with a quirky smirk.
I nodded my head and finally replied that I would. I laughed as he smiled before, quite literally, skipped off to class. I shut my locker and lugged my book bag back over my shoulder. Phillip was probably my best friend. I rarely talked to people besides my teachers and professors. I also didn’t get out often because I was constantly working or going to after school clubs. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I sat in class thinking about all the work I had to do.
I quickly sent a text to Theo letting her know that I wouldn’t be at home for dinner. I knew it didn’t matter. I was normally the only one home for dinner. Mom and Dad were at work while Theo went out with friends. I liked it. That meant I could do homework and studying at the table.
I’m a sophomore and Phillips a junior but, that didn’t stop us from meeting the first day of debate club. Things got out of hand during an altercation, he is his father’s son after all. Once I had saved his hide from the Senior that he had a disagreement with, things just clicked. He stuck to me like glue–for some reason.
I walked along side Phillip towards his house. Our hands brushed and my face went red. We didn’t talk. Phillip knew I wasn’t used to talking so he would fill it with his stories and adventures or let the comfortable silence hang between us. He lived out on a piece of farmland with fields surrounding three sides of the house. Phillip had said it was because his dad wanted his family to have some peace and quiet away from the big city. As we stopped in front of the house everything about it seemed picture perfect. It was warm and the garden was beautiful with a multitude of colored flowers poking out of the flower beds. Everything was perfectly trimmed and stone path led up to the wrap around porch where there were wooden chairs and tables set out. It felt homely, unlike my own house. The door opened as soon as Phillip and I started up the path. A gorgeous woman stepped out with flowing brown hair. She wore a blue sun dress and was beaming at us.
“Hi darling. How was school?” She asked while walking down the step to stand in front of Phillip. He quickly leaned over and placed a kiss on her cheek.
“It was fine.” He replied sheepishly. He quickly spun around to look at me with a beaming smile. “Y/n this is my Ma, Eliza Hamilton. Ma, this is Y/N,” He said with a beaming smile. She looked over and grinned at me. I smiled back meekly not wanting to make a bad impression. I really didn’t talk a lot. Especially not to any family.
“Hi Mrs. Hamilton, it’s nice to meet you.” I said holding out my hand. She immediately grabbed it and pulled me into a hug.
“It’s nice to meet you too dear.” She said as she squeezed me. I had frozen. I slowly brought my hand up to rest my hand on her back and collect myself. Phillip started bouncing on the balls of his feet with his hands in his pockets. Eventually Mrs. Hamilton pulled back and quirked her eyebrow. “Why don’t you go work with Phillip on homework? I will call you when it is time for dinner.”
Phillip looked grateful as he once again grabbed my hand and began dragging me up the stairs and into the house. It was just as perfect as the outside. It had pretty blue and red oriental rugs and extremely plush leather couches sat in front of a large TV in the living room. He set down his back pack and let out a breath, running his hands through his hair. He spun around on his heel to face me again.
“Sorry I know we can be a little much. I won’t lie. It will get a little worse at dinner. They will ask a lot of questions. I understand is you want to leave …” He said in monotone with a shrug of his shoulders. I looked at him with raised eyebrows.
“No, are you kidding? It’s ok Phillip. I just wasn’t expecting it at first that’s all. Nobody in my family acts like that. We aren’t as close as you and your family seem to be.” I replied, trying my best to sound comforting. We sat down and relaxed into the couch as I began pulling out my workbooks.
“Yeah you have mentioned that. That’s part of the reason I was worried. When my mom hugged you, you looked ready to bolt. Is that really not normal? Do they hug Theo? Oh wait sorry. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” He rambled quickly. I laughed.
“It’s fine. Nobody is really ever home. That and nobody in my family is really physically affectionate.”
“Oh, that really sucks. I can’t imagine why they ignore you. Although, you do tend to ignore people in favor of work. I guess I know where you get it from.”
“I am sorry what? I didn’t hear you,” I laughed as I felt him chuckle next to me. “Besides, I don’t think they mean to ignore me. I think they just find other things a little more important.”
“Well,” Phillip huffed next to me before just slinking back into the comfort of the couch. I looked over and cocked my head to the side to give him a questioning look. He looked at me for a minute before smile. Then he suddenly brightened up. “Can you help me with my government homework? I would ask my dad but he will start to grumble about foreign policy and federal government rights. That and sometimes I think you know more than him. Don’t tell him I said that.”
“I guarantee I don’t know more than your father considering he is the treasury secretary but I will help you. I am almost finished with my paper on the federal budget anyway.”
“There was a paper on the federal budget due!?” Phillip shrieked while jumping to his feet.
“Calm down. I was talking about a college course I am taking.” I said trying to hold back my laughter. “Did you know you sound like a girl when you scream?” I began laughing hysterically. Phillip turned red but burst out laughing
“Sorry not everyone can be as ridiculously smart as you.” He replied while sitting down after our laughing fit. “Now here is the worksheet.” Jestering at the paper on the table. “Your task is to figure out what the hell we were even talking about because I wasn’t paying attention.” I chuckled again before picking up the paper.
“Alright children, it’s time for dinner. Your father just got home Phillip,” Mrs. Hamilton came into the room practically singing. I smiled and gingerly closed my laptop. I went to grab my reference book on legislation before a hand beat me. I looked up to find a man with shoulder length hair and bags around his eyes staring at my book. I knew for a fact that it was Mr. Hamilton based on my father’s pictures.
“This is one of the best legislative reference books out there. What use would a high school student have for a book like this?” he asked looking from the book to me. Phillip quickly cut in and took the book from his father, handing it back to me.
“She actually is taking a few college political courses right now. This is Y/N,” Phillip stated. He fidgeted looking between his father and I. I stood up and put a smile on face.
“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Hamilton uhh, sir.” I stated while holding out my hand. He looked at me slightly confused but shook my waiting hand anyway.
“Likewise,” Mr. Hamilton said before looking over at Phillip. “Didn’t you say your friend Y/N was a sophomore? She wouldn’t be able to take college courses till next year.”
“Actually I take the courses through a different online institute. I also found out last week that the school is allowing me to skip my junior year and graduate next year as part of Phillip’s senior class.” I said. As I spoke his eyes widened and his smile grew.
“WHAT?!?” Phillip exclaimed next to me. “You didn’t tell me that. This is so exciting. You are going to be able to have classes with me and meet all my friends and graduate with me and and and …”
“Well now that you have broken my son, why don’t we go sit down for dinner?” He said. He was smiling and motioned for me to walk with him.
Once we sat down at the table all Phillip’s siblings looked at me. Mrs. Hamilton laughed as Mr. Hamilton recounted what I had told him and how Phillip had reacted to the news. The room was warmly lit with a large wooden table and plush chairs. One window faced out over their front lawn. They finished setting the table with food and it began to get passed around. I sat with Phillip in the two chairs on the right, closest to his parents.
“Children, say hello to our guest ,phillip’s friend, Y/N,” Mrs. Hamilton said. I heard a shout of several hellos from across the table and I smiled sheepishly. I wasn’t used to being seen.
“It’s nice to meet you all.” I replied. Phillip grabbed my hand and squeezed it under the table. I looked over at him and he was smiling nervously again. I gave him a squeeze back before he let go. Mr. Hamilton started talking about his day and the kids started getting in conversations of their own. I slowly took small amounts of food from each plate that was passed to me. I felt comfortable, just not comfortable enough to talk.
“Seriously Eliza, Burr is going to be the death of me. He has no regard for anyone’s opinion. He just believes everything should be done as neutrally as possible. He doesn’t even tell me why he doesn’t like my plans.” Mr. Hamilton huffed besides me. I felt Phillip tense next me while I held in my laughter, a hand quickly flew to my mouth as I suppressed myself. Mr. Hamilton turned to me and smiled. “I am afraid I haven’t caught your full name?”
“ Y/N Y/M/N Burr, sir.” I replied hesitantly. He dropped his fork on the plate in shock before quickly switching to confusion.
“I was under the impression Burr only had one daughter.”
“Not surprising, my father doesn’t talk about me often. Theo is the one he invites to his business events anyway.” I said, keeping a straight face. I am not gonna lie, that one hurt. I knew he didn’t talk to me and payed more attention to Theo but I assumed he at least included me as his child. Mr. Hamilton sat there shocked for a minute before Mrs. Hamilton intervened with raised eyebrows and quirked lips.
“So I heard you are skipping a grade. Didn’t you already skip your freshman year?” she asked.
“Yes, I have been taking quite a few college courses as well.” I said quietly. I wasn’t used to being asked questions. I gently flushed under their gazes.
“Phillip said your head of the debate club. Is there anything else you do outside of school?” She pressed. Mr. Hamilton leaned in.
“Ummmmm I uhhhh …” I stuttered with the onslaught of questions. No one was ever intrigued with me. Phillip rested his hand on my shoulder and I quickly found my voice again. “I am head of the school’s newspaper, I participate in cross country, the student ambassador program, science fair committee, and junior ROTC.” Mr. Hamilton sat there looking at me for a minute.
“Isn’t your sister a cheerleader?” He asked. I inwardly groaned but kept my neutral expression. Theo is such a likeable person, why would he not want to talk about her? I nodded my head yes and went to pick up my fork. “Then why the hell would he talk about her and not you?” Phillip and his mother began laughing. My eyes snapped up to meet his. He smiled widely with crinkles in the corners of his eyes. “You seem to be extremely focused and intelligent Y/N. I am a bit confused as to why I haven’t heard about you before.” I became confused as well. I wasn’t that impressive.
“It’s not really a big deal,” They all gave me weird and shocked looks. I quickly looked down at my plate. “I just mean, I could be doing more and doing it better too.” I glanced back up at them to find they were all sharing a look.
“I was wondering Y/N. Could you help me with an argument I am trying to make with this case I have been given? It has more to do with supreme court cases. I haven’t read to extensively on them but I guarantee you would know more about them.” Mr. Hamilton asked.
“Uhh-ummm … I could try my best, sir.” You respond quietly.
That started a slightly happier chapter of my life. I would spend half my time around the Hamilton house. Phillip would come over to my house on the nights after debate club so we could trash talk other people. When it was time for my senior year to start I felt like I had a proper family. Mr. Hamilton would talk to me and debate with me over politics. Mrs. Hamilton would suggest literature to me. Phillip’s siblings would ask for help with their homework. I stopped eating dinner alone and went to the Hamilton’s instead. They had practically insisted when they found out my family was never around.
Overview: In the middle of her freshman year of high school Riley Matthew’s mother gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to run her firms London Office. Much to everyone’s surprise her mother accepts the job, forcing Riley and her younger brother Auggie to leave behind everything they’ve ever known. Almost three years later the Matthew’s family moves back to New York and Riley comes to realize a lot has changed in the time she’s been gone. Author’s Notes:
[As always the text in italics are flashbacks.] Riley’s world is slowly starting to fall to pieces the more her heart gets broken. In the words of Stefan Salvatore ‘how many more ways are there for you to rip my heart out?’ Well, plenty. The next chapter will revolve around whats been happening to Lucas since Riley left. As it turns out, she’s not the only one who’s changed. Chapter Five: “Sound of my heart breaking.” Previous Chapters:1 | 2 | 3 | 4 Word Count: 4,374
“Just go – your new
life is waiting for you.”
After abruptly ending
their video call Maya sat there, staring at the empty screen before her. She
couldn’t wrap her head around what had just happened. She hardly ever got into
it with Riley, they were always so good at talking through their feelings but maybe
that was the problem. She didn’t know how to talk through what she was feeling
because she didn’t know how to describe what she was feeling in the first
place. How do you tell your best friend that you hate that they’re happy
without you? It didn’t make sense to her. She loved Riley and would do anything
for her but the thought of Riley thriving without her, the thought of her
living her life without her seemed unfair. They were supposed to take on the world
together and Riley was getting a head start.
Her phone screen
lights up, notifying her that she had a text.
Riles: I don’t want to fight with you, Peaches.
She types out a long
message, apologizing, admitting to being in the wrong and just as she’s about
to press ‘send’ she gets an Instagram notification telling her Riley had been
tagged in a photo. Closing her iMessage she opens the app, curious to see who
had tagged her and what the picture was of.
It was a picture of
Allison and Riley, sitting on her bed eating take out and the caption read:
Reunited with my best friend.
Feeling angry and
forgotten, Maya did what Maya does best and she shuts down.
Summary - On the occasion of your best friends wedding and high school reunion, you happened to meet once again, one of the richest heirs of the country, famous fuckboy Jung Hoseok.
While the world saw him as a cocky arrogant person and you, as a confident, strong woman, only the two of you knew the scars that were hidden, and things you both were unable to fix.
Only the two of you could see right through each others facade.
But could you and Hoseok finally break the gyves holding you back? Or were you the ones who shackled each other in the first place?
Namjoon was feeling breathless.
As if the suit he was clad was not suffocating enough, there had been a sort of dread constantly constricting his chest for the past few days. Of course he was tensed because Jin seemed to rely entirely on him alone for the smooth flow of events but there was something else bothering him too. Physically he was present, assigning and over seeing work around the party but mentally he was lost. He only had one thought persistently ringing through his head Was this reunion a right choice?
Yes Namjoon did want to meet all the old school mates who were here - some of whom he had lost contact with over the years, some of whom who surprisingly managed to stick to him the past 6 years, some of whom till today remained no more than a business contact. Almost all 143 students of their batch were present here but instead of relishing the moment, all he could see was the underlying danger in all of this. The danger of revisiting the past, a place where things may not have happened the way they wanted it to.
And that’s why even though today he was standing amidst people he had practically grown up with, he was still unable to relax. Because as uncertain as their future is, that certain was the fact that their past was not something nice enough to be remembered again.
Walking through the chatting crowd, Namjoon tried to smile as politely as possible at all those who greeted him, hiding the days of tiredness on his shoulders, till he finally reached Jin.
“Jin, Listen up, Yoongi called a while back to tell he won’t be reaching today, some meeting or something came up apparently. As usual he is obviously making up excuses to avoid social interactions. Mark my words this fellow will only turn up, at the maximum, an hour before your wedding. That workaholic asshole.”
Jin shook his head exasperated as Namjoon checked through his list updating the older man on everything
“The situation here is pretty much under control. I’ve given Charlie instructions so he will make sure that all guests are handed props. The make up artists are also ready. They messaged me that they are in the dressing rooms so you and Mia can go change after your individual shoots are over. Jimin and Kate are taking care of all the food and drinks so everyone is well fed. As far as music is concerned,”
Namjoon balled his fists muttering under his breath. “Don’t even ask. The DJ is being such a pain in the ass. For some god knows what reason, he seems to play everything but the tracks we asked him to. You have no idea how badly I want to punch him in the face. I don’t even know why you hired that cocky arrogant little basta-
“Because no one but that idiot Jungkook knows how to mix tapes Joonie. I’m just waiting for Kookie to get his stupid ass here. I can’t wait to kick out this little piece of….” Jin narrowed his eyes at the figure standing behind the equipment earning a slap from Namjoon on his shoulder “Set your expression right Jin, there are cameras are flashing around you.”
Jin adjusted the collar of his black Valentino suit and forced a smile onto his face while whispering to Namjoon and posing for the photographers simultaneously, “ And yeah Mia was asking if all 144…“ Namjoon made a quick but noticable eye contact with Jin who cleared his throat uncomfortably.”….143 of them have arrived and checked in the hotel or not. Who’s yet to come?”
“Well almost everyone reached by yesterday. Yoongi was supposed to be here by now but since he postponed his flight, I don’t know when he will turn up now. Jungkook will be here max by tomorrow afternoon. Those three girls, ah I forgot their names, the three of them who got caught sleeping drunk in the classroom remember?” Jin nearly choked trying to suppress his laughter. That was a funny incident. “yeah they are reaching tomorrow as well and who else…” The two of them stared at the floor trying to recollect when Namjoon beat Jin to it. ” Ah Y/N is flying in today as well. In fact.” Namjoon looked at his Rolex. “She must be landing in about half an hour.”
“Really? That’s good. Mia will be happy. Did you send someone to pick her up?”
Namjoon sighed shaking his head. “No one is free now to go now Jin. Everyone has been assigned work-”
“Hoseok. Send Hoseok, I’m pretty sure he is free?” Jin’s eyes scanned the crowd. “Where is he anyways?”
Namjoon let out a short laugh. “The day someone manages to finally figure out the answer to that question, I will actually write my entire fortune off the great person.”
“ If that’s the case then I’ll bet my entire fortune that my brother is probably snogging a woman in her mid twenties, somewhere near the green rooms.” The boys turned at the sweet voice and Namjoon felt his girlfriend reach up to him and place a soft peck on his cheek. “Hi baby. You look tired..”
Here’s a MCxZig fic for Round 4 the #ChoicesCreates Carnival with the prompt the song ‘From You’ by Ryan K. This occurs after the latest chapter because I couldn’t wait till next week for them to work things out. ;)
Warnings: Spoilers from Chapter 14, Mature themes, language, sexually suggestive, wee bit NSFW near the end (just to be safe) 1400+ Words.
Until now, Zig hadn’t realized how much he relied
on Paige’s coffee habit. Aside from their chilly reunion earlier he hadn’t seen
her since the concert and while mad, he mostly missed her. Being around Chris
only reminded him of the fight so he’d been avoiding both him and prepping for
the initiative. Wallowing in the solitude, he volunteered to take a spilt shift
and cover closing.
The bell over the door jingled. Damn. He
thought he’d already locked it. “We’re closed.” He froze at the sight
of Paige standing angrily by the door. Zig’s heart jumped into his throat. He
hadn’t done himself any favours this morning and his most recent text wasn’t one
she’d be happy with. “Oh…Hey.”
First off, let me just say that the episode felt super short. Just when I was getting the hang of things, it ended. I actually felt cheated.
Now, onto Skyeward. As always, let me preface by saying that I DO NOT support or even remotely like the Season 2B Ward. By then, he’d gone off the deep end. well truly to the dark side. But before that, even at the end of season 1 and season 2A, there was a possibility of a redemption arc for him which the writers never explored.
But I digress. First things first, the Framework Ward is NOT the Ward we all know and hate. He is everything Ward could have been if he had stayed with Skye and never betrayed them. This Ward truly loves Skye. When he found out that she’s an Inhuman, he hid her real test results and swapped them (reminds me of what Fitz did for her when she had just turned into an Inhuman and everyone on the team was feeling a little too trigger-happy) He joined the Resistance so that he could help her and others like her. And he never told her. He kept that side of himself hidden from her so that he wouldn’t implicate her, even accidentally.
To say that the writers are giving Ward a redemption arc is just incorrect, because that Ward is dead. They are giving us a taste of what could have been, hence the episode title, WHAT IF.
Daisy’s reaction, when she discovers him in her bed, is completely understandable, even warranted. She can barely stand to be touched by him, but she plays along. When he discovers Daisy and Jemma at the park, there is a shift in the way Daisy reacts to it.
She actually lowers her weapon. Think about it, everything she said to Ward after lowering her gun, she could have said with the gun still pointed at him. Instead, she chose to get through to him, to make him understand. And he risked blowing his cover when he shot that HYDRA goon to save them. And then risked it further when he drove them to safety. He’s completely committed to Daisy and wants to keep her safe.
When they reach the car park, and Ward was working on destroying the car, Daisy could have just left with Jemma, leaving him behind. He’s technically not real. But she didn’t, she actually came back and apologized to him and when he asked her for her real name, she told him. And can we also just talk about the fact that he never asked her for an explanation, he just jumped in and helped Daisy and Jemma escape.
Now, the episode ends before Ward can get back to Daisy’s house and we don’t see their interaction, so we’ll have to wait till next week to see that. Unlike Coulson, Daisy never got closure where Ward was concerned. For the longest time, she felt nothing but blind hate for him and by the time she understood him, it was too late. Coulson killed him soon after that. So she never got to deal with what she came to understand about him. The Framework Ward is her chance to finally move past that and also maybe see the man she actually fell for. The man who was protective and sensitive but hid it under a hard shell. Who thought that someone like her could never fall for him because he was too boring and straight-laced. He was also the only who understood her need to belong, her need for a family without it ever being spelled out.
We know that this Ward will cease to exist as soon as Daisy and the team destroy the Framework, but I’m curious their relationship (or lack thereof) and the way it unfolds. The possibilities are endless…
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Time slowly passed inside your aunt’s house, avoiding Negan was like mission impossible, even if your eyes didn’t meet his , hearing his voice from distance made you lose your breath!!! It was emotionally tiring, but you tried your best to pretend like everything was peachy. You caught him staring at you many times but when you do glance back at him he looks away.
Every morning, you and Negan exchange dry smiles and few formal words like greetings or thank yous , Lucille didn’t pay attention to any of it. Negan spent more time outside, wether working, or playing ping pong with bunch of his students in the garage and in the night he goes to the bar with his cousin Jack.
Almost two weeks passed ,and you two remained that way, treating each other like strangers .
Till one night, Negan thought he had enough with this shit.
It was already past midnight , he was feeling hot and bothered, he couldn’t get you out of his mind, usually he doesn’t care much about being shut down after flirting with someone, but you! You were something else, he wanted you, all of you! Especially that he knows very well that his marriage with Lucille is ruined and over even if his wife is still in denial.
Negan sighed, he wished he met you somewhere else, he wished you weren’t Lucille ’s niece. He turned his head to look at Lucille who laid next to him peacefully asleep, she already had a pill prescribed by the doctor before she went to bed , she had sleeping troubles before but it increased when Negan confessed to her that he slept with his colleague, the English teacher Tabitha ,a year ago!
Memories flashed in Negan’s eyes and he whispered “fuck!”.
Then he carefully pushed the covers away and got up on his feet.
He pulled on his pants , and headed to your room, he gently turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, light crept into your dark room, you were asleep and your chest was heaving in a slow organized rythme, you were wearing a white transparent nightgown, without knowing it, you gave him a good view of your tits. Negan bit hard at his lower lip , seeing your sexy form and innocent face gave him a hard on. He extended his hand towards you, his fingertips softly traced the skin of your collarbone, then went up to your jawline and lips.
Eventually as you became half asleep,you felt something creeping on your body, you involuntary slapped his hand away without opening your eyes, but Negan teased your soft skin again , you whined annoyed and you quickly opened your eyes.
At the beginning, you didn’t recognize him, it was a little dark , his shadow was looming over you ,it got you frightened , made you gasp and before you made another sound, he placed his palm on your mouth and put his index finger of his other hand on his mouth as a sign for you to keep quiet.
You held his hand and push it away before you whispered.
“Are you crazy? What in earth are you doing in my room??” You were mad at him sneaking into your room like that and afraid that Lucille would catch you, after all she wouldn’t let her husband’s visit to your room in the darkness slide .
“Hush! I just wanted to fucking talk to you!” He smiled as he sat on the matress next to you, while you supported your body with both your elbows looking up at him.
“Now??? What if Lucille. ..!”
“She’s asleep, a fucking earthquake wouldn’t wake her up!” He grinned as he scanned your heaving chest.
You pulled your sheets to cover yourself before adding.
“Can’t this wait till tomorrow? ”
“Tomorrow? You never let me talk to you, for the last couple of weeks you fucking avoided me Y/N !!! That was fucking tough on me , seeing you around and never been able to talk to you!”
“You mean get in my pants, I know your intentions Negan! !! You only want sex! That’s something you won’t get from me! I’ve seen you staring at my body many MANY times!!!“ You turned on your side, your back was to Negan and you huffed .
“Now, I wanna get back to sleep if you don’t mind! Good night! Please leave!” You closed your eyes waiting for Negan to leave, but instead he leaned over, you could feel the matress dipping behind you, he placed a hand on your ass and gently took your earlobe between his teeth and roughly whispered.
“Not until I give it you , girl! I know you want it, you can deny it all you want but your fucking body language doesn’t lie ”
Negan pulled the silky sheets away, then he pulled the hem of your nightgown up and grabbed tightly at your ass , you were putting on white cotton panties , you wished you were wearing your sexy lingeries but who care at this point, Negan wasn’t complaining.
All you knew was that you didn’t want him to stop, you didn’t even try to!
Negan’s hand moved to your pussy , he slid a finger under the fabric of your panties down to your slick folds, you were already getting wet and you let out a moan.
“Hot damn, if you fucking denied yourself the desire, your pussy wouldn’t doll, it’s craving for a dick!” He breathed out then he turned you over so you can lay on your back.
His finger started rubbing your clit , you loudly gasped at the sudden beautiful sensation , you tugged at the bedsheets and arched your head back your lips parted in a silent scream ,Negan grinned in amusement and slid you out of your panties, once he removed them, he groaned
“What a beautiful fucking pussy! How long since you felt an orgasm doll?”
You didn’t want to recall love life past at that moment. You only had one relationship your whole life, when you were at high school you fell in love with the school’s most popular hunk, the football team’s quarterback Tom Robinson, you gave him your virginity and everything you could give. You went to college together, you thought you were living a fairytale till he changed and became an abusive asshole to you!!! Of course you broke up with him , and you always struggled to keep him out of your head. Being single and lonely was tough but it was better than being an abused girlfriend. Negan was right, you wanted to have sex so you can let all the tension out of you!! Attempts to ignore his question failed, and you couldn’t take his teasing much longer so you answered .
“More than 9 months!” You whimpered as you licked your lips , eyes fixated on Negan’s bulge.
“whole fucking 9 months!! Ouch ! Then, Get ready for one hell of an orgasm baby doll! ”
Negan parted between your legs, tightly gripped your thighs with his strong hands, your subconscious was crazy shouting at you to push the guy off of you and end this ridiculousness but your body was yearning for Negan’s dick to get inside of it.
Your body beaten your subconscious with a KO, the second Negan’s lips sucked your clit, your eyes widened and you loudly moaned. He is definitely much much better than you ex.
Negan’s tongue teasingly caressed your already dripping folds, you brought your hands up to tug on his hair and you rolled your hips to feel more.
Negan’s nails digged in your trembling thighs, pinning you down in place so you won’t move.
“Ah… God! !! Negan!!” You breathed out in anticipation.
Negan lifted his eyes to look at you and he purred smirking.
“Easy Babygirl, best is yet to fucking come, and you WILL come in the hardest fucking ways!”“
His dirty words and husky voice and the way it vibrated against your drenched slit , made wonders. His stubble tickling you down there. You arched your head again , eyes closed and hands pushing Negan’s face down, you even gathered your thighs tightly, he was barely breathing but he like how rough you suddenly went. He groaned as he lapped at your juices. Then he inserted his tongue inside wiof you.
“Oh God!!! ” You squirmed as his head moved up and down with his tongue fucking you.
Your breath accelerated and your toes curled, as a familiar burning sensation started building up in your stomach, God! How much you missed that feeling, even touching yourself didn’t do the trick. And Negan was really really skilled at this.
Negan felt that you were coming as your inner walls clenched around his tongue ,
He roughly growled.
“Give it to me, doll ! Come and milk my fucking face! Fuck!”
And it was all it took to push you over the edge, you wrapped your thighs around his head , squeezing on him as you pushed your head back and let out a loud moan , your body was quivering as you released on his face, then you loosened up your shaky legs , panting. Negan lifted his head up looking at the mess he did, your hair sprawled on the matress, and your tits hardened under the soft thin and transparent fabric of your nightgown.
“Hope I fucking nailed it doll! Better than the college boys you fucked !”
You stared at the ceiling, blushed.
“I only had sex with just one, and you are much better than him!”
You couldn’t believe your ears , what you just said! Did you just praised him for tongue fucking you , but it WAS the best orgasm you ever had to be honest.
Negan chuckled and said
“Oh that’s just an appetizer, I already fucking told you , the best is yet to come, I’m gonna fuck you till I make you weak in the fucking knees!!”
What Negan didn’t know is that he DID make you weak in the knees.
He extended his hands, trailing across your body till he peeled off your gown leaving you naked.
“Fucking shit!!! Your body is fucking sexy!!!”
Then he lowered his face again, this time his tongue was tracing your hipbone then your stomach then he reached your hardened nipples and gently tugged at them, swirling his tongue around them. You gasped as you digged your nails in his biceps.
“No .. n-no!! This ..this is wrong! We can’t. . You..we shouldn’t do this!” You stuttered trying to push Negan off of you. He immediately stopped, breathing heavily.
“What is it doll?!”
“We can’t do this Negan! This is so wrong!”
Your eyes welled up in tears and your voice shook in regret.
Negan sighed and nuzzled his head into your chest and muttered.
“If you want me to stop just say the fucking word, but please don’t talk about what’s fucking right or wrong! ”
You blinked and a tear rolled down your face, you wiped it fast so Negan won’t see it then you decided fast, you lifted his face up between your soft palms.
“This will be the first and last time we do this, only this once ok?!”
You warned, and you were absolutely serious , there was no way to back off now, especially that you craved for him being inside you , you wanted to feel more. Negan softly held your gaze for a moment, he glanced at you in disappointment and nodded. You pulled his face closer to you till your lips crashed on his, fused in a hot wet kiss. You two moaned in each other’s mouthes, Negan’s hands squeezing your breasts ,then rubbing his thumbs on your nipples.
He broke from the kiss gasping for air, his fingers trailing across every inch of your exposed flesh, then he quickly unzipped his pants, freed his throbbing member and give it few strokes .
You bit hard at your lip, his dick was huge, bigger than your ex ’ s and you found yourself a little nervous, you didn’t have sex in a long time and now this huge most likely skilled dick is going to get inside you.
Negan teased you as he rubbed the tip of his cock on your slit.
You wordlessly begged him, your moans ringing in his ears, he suddenly pushed forward, stretching out your tight pussy in one hard thrust. You screamed then you bit on your hand.
Once you were adjusted to his cock inside you, Negan picked up the pace, he thrust in you mercilessly. His thrusts were fast, hard and deep, you panted as he pounded in and out of you! his balls were slamming into your ass, and the wet sound of his dick pumping into your wet pussy were music to his ears, he groaned and let out a stir of curses.
“Motherfucking shit! Oh fuck!!! You’re so fucking tight, you’re fucking dripping, hot fucking damn!!”
His thrusts became harder and faster, he hit a spot you never thought it existed in your vagina!!! Negan lifted you a little up and bent your knees more, you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist, your feet pushing him to go deeper, you started to feel that burning overwhelming feeling again, you never thought not in your wildest dreams you’d ever reach two orgasms in one day not to mention that you’re about to reach the second one only few minutes after the first one. You cried out , you accidentally scratched his arms, buy he didn’t care, all he noticed was that your inner folds were clenching around his dick, your creamy release moisting the tip of his dick , his veins bulged out as he muttered.
“Fuck, I. .I’m. ..fucking com.. ahhhhh!”
Negan pulled his cock just in time to release on your thigh, his body quivering, he bit his lip and closed his eyes then he threw his head back and moaned just when the last drops of his thick sperm dripped down your thigh into the matress.
“Fuck!” He mumbled then he opened his eyes to look at you.
“This was the best fuck I ever had, honest!!! I ain’t bullshitting you doll!”
“I’m sure you say that to the other ones including Lucille! ”
You slid from beneath him then you put you nightgown back on, Negan chuckled at your comment, then he wiped the sperm off your thigh with your panties.
“Negan please leave! You got what you wanted!” Your voice trembled a bit.
“And you got what you fucking wanted too, right?! Even the fact that I’m your aunt’s husband didn’t stop ya, did it now?!”
His words hit you like a brick , You tried to keep your face expressions unreadable, you wanted him to leave. But Negan knew you were upset with him AND yourself, he could see regret and disgust in your eyes. It was unlike him to regret anything but he surprisingly did, he hated himself for saying such hurting words that fit only an asshole. He wanted to apologize, he wanted to stay with you , to snuggle up with you and wake up in the morning to your beautiful face but that was impossible for the moment.
“Yeah , now go !”
You pulled the sheets and covered your whole body including your head. Negan got off your bed , zipped his pants then headed to the door, he stopped and turned to you.
He wanted to know if you’re really ok, but he didn’t want to push you further, he just left and closed the door.
Once he’s out of your room, you bursted into tears, you tightly grasped at your pillow and silently cried! You just realized that all the tension and attraction you felt these past weeks wasn’t just sexual, it was more than that! And you knew you were emotionally and physically fucked.
Thoughts while playing Endless Summer, Book 1, Act III, Chapter 12: The Enemy Is Out There
Right! This is where we left off — Sea monster attack!
Do we run from the sea monster or spend 20 diamonds to fight? I say we fight!!!
But how? MC goes searching in the boat and finds a life boat? Oh wait, they’re explosives.
Clue #1 of this chapter found! We found a bomb. The boats at the marina were bombed… but Jake is saying this must’ve had a bad detonator.
MC has an idea. It’s pretty wild. Needs a lot of accuracy. This HAS to work, considering we spent 40 diamonds. ;)
The plan: Sean hurls the bomb into the monster’s mouth (which he does) and Jake shoots the package with the flare gun (which he does).
It tears off a chunk of the monster’s jaw. Ew. Should we be splattered in monster jaw gunk now?
Uh oh, fighting isn’t over. Why is there a light surging towards us? It shoots through the water! Huh? How?!
Now we’re sinking underwater. We see Jake and Sean sinking underwater too. Ooh! We get to swim towards one of them…
Jake it is. And wow, they share their first kiss together. And the last? :(
So we’re washed up ashore now… on another island? On another part of the island?
We’re splitting up to explore this strange island and now… MC hears a whispering coming from a seashell. It’s a strange shell that echoes whatever the most recent thing is said… in the same voice of the speaker. Creepy.
So Strange Shell is Clue #2 for this chapter.
Jake’s theory about the creatures in La Huerta: They’re man-made. I tend to agree with him on this.
So now we’re hiking… and we Hera rustling from the trees…
“Tall figures emerge from the jungle.”
Blue people? Iris’ people?
Are these “The Hostiles” Rourke was referring to from two chapters ago?
Why are their ears pointed? Are they water creatures? The man is blue, the woman green. The narrator says “their skin glows impossible shades”.
MC has the power to see into the future? We’ve established this a few chapters back, but this time it’s happening more often, within the same scene.
Do we spend 17 diamonds to communicate with the man? Let’s. I’m so damn curious.
Now we can talk to the blue creatures. “Mind-talker” he calls us.
Now he’s called Sean “The Eagle” - like the stamp on his file. And “Wolf” to Jake. How do they know these things?
The Hydra? The blue creature is assuming we’re with the Hydra. Is this Rourke? Remember his cufflink with the intertwining serpents or the multi-headed serpents? Yeah. Rourke must be Hydra. So do we have a common enemy?
“You come with us or you die here.” You know, even if they look super sinister, I think we’re on the same side.
Oh, if we don’t come, the world ends. Simple. I think that’s the volcano exploding and ending the world. Crazeh.
Clue #5: Telephatic Vision. That’s the power of our MC.
He hurls a rock at the leader and the mask gets knocked off. Look! He has a scar over his eye just like Elena’s! And he has golden eyes, much like the eyes we saw in the jungle several chapters ago. They must’ve been the blue streak that was moving fast, remember?!?!!
Uh-oh. Beach brawl.
Eek! Now he’s calling us a traitor! It’s a misunderstanding, Jake Sully!!!
Now we’re running towards the hotel with Raj and Michelle as well. Raj goes, “She what in the who?” Exactly how I feel right now, Raj.
We make it to the hotel and lock the gates behind us… but the creepy blue creature sends us one mental message. They’re still gonna take us.
So first we have to acknowledge that WE FINALLY KISSED JAKE! Short and sweet, but hey, it’s still a kiss with him. Now, wow, we defeated the monster - yey teamwork! But this strange shell thing and the blue creatures? Hmmm. I’m thinking they’re the Hostiles Rourke was referring to from a few chapters ago. Now are they native to the island or were they experiments gone awry? And how can they communicate with MC? I bet they can communicate with Estela too, given she and MC shared the same dream awhile back. The blue guys also called Sean and Jake by the animal stamps on their files. How did they know that?! And why didn’t they call Craig “Bear”? Can’t wait till next week. This chapter just raised a lot more questions.
13. Klaroline, canon and smutty if possible 💕 These prompts are amazing!
Okay so I haven’t written smut in ages, and a drabble feels too short to do it properly but this is my sorry attempt! This drabble happens in the future with established Klaroline. All TVD/TO canon happened which yes includes the children.
Smut under the read more.
KC + “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”
Klaus stares at the door like he can magically glare it open. The remains of a broken chair lie next to him, while Caroline sits on the sofa, looking entirely too entertained at his tantrum.
“Well it looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a while,” Caroline announces while she jumps up and pours herself a glass of wine.
“This is amusing to you?” Klaus turns to her and throws his hands in the air, “My daughter just locked us in my house so she can go who knows where!” he exclaims.
“She’s a teenager,” Caroline shrugs. “You told her that she wasn’t allowed to go to the party, so she snuck out. It’s completely normal teenager behavior. She just had to be a little more creative because she knows you would have made a spectacle and dragged her back home if she didn’t stop you.”
“So you would be okay if the twins do the same when they’re old enough?” Klaus challenges her while he sits back. He knew he should have just let Hayley and Elijah take care of Hope for the weekend. They had already argued a bunch of times over that stupid party and now… now she was going anyway and he couldn’t leave and get her.
“Oh I doubt they would,” Caroline laughs, “I mean not the sneaking out part, I did that all the time as a kid as well. But I assume they know I would be mad that they snuck out, but I wouldn’t embarrass them and show up at the party to drag them home like you would.”
“So you’re saying this is my fault?”
“Kinda,” she shrugs. “Besides I don’t know what you’re worried about. I already texted Josh and he’s keeping an eye on her.” She turned towards Klaus and hoped he would see reason. “She just wants to be normal, Klaus. Parties other teenagers go to? They are a big part of that.”
“So you’re saying I overreacted?” he moves towards Caroline, who is finishing her wine on the sofa. He knows he tends to react strongly when it concerns the safety of those he loves, but he just wants them in one piece.
“Massively,” Caroline agrees, gesturing to the broken furniture around them.
“So I should just let her do this and walk away scot-free?” Klaus asks for clarification. He might be Hope’s parent, but Caroline is a lot more familiar with parenting in modern times than he is.
“Definitely not,” Caroline laughs, “She deserves some type of punishment, especially since she used her magic on us, but it can wait till tomorrow. Let her have one night of fun before she’s grounded for the next couple of weeks.”
“You’re way too reasonable about this,” Klaus argues and pauses before her. He reaches out and hoists her from the sofa.
“Well someone has to,” she winks at him and smiles, “So… what are we going to do now that we have the whole place to ourselves?”
“I have some ideas,” Klaus murmurs and he flashes forward.
I haven’t actually watched Call the Midwife in so long ahh! The end of the semester has been kicking my ass but good news, this is my last week of class & I only have 2 finals next week! So I’ll be able to relax a bit and go back to being ctm trash™ later next week + I also convinced my mom to buy the books so I can read those when I get home too. Anyways, I have a break in between my second and last class & instead of being productive/working on all the assignments I have due this week I’m going to watch 4.06 (I closed my eyes and picked from the episode guide lol) because it’s been far too long! 😭👏🏼📺 ✨ here goes nothing, I’m officially back to annoying you all with my commentaries™ 💁🏼
I know we originally planned on waiting till June for our first IUI, but on Monday I just had a fuck it moment and called to schedule one for this month. Went in yesterday morning for the baseline ultrasound and got my prescriptions for clomid this week, ovidrel (trigger shot), and progesterone for after the IUI. I begin taking the clomid tonight, which I’ve never taken before, and then I go back next Wednesday to see how those follicles are doing. And then hopefully the actual IUI next Friday or Saturday! I’m so happy that we’re actually DOING something now, not waiting for some natural miracle that ain’t coming. This month is going to be crazy, but fingers crossed it’s all worth it.
So, I made a post last night that I still stand by but I just want to say a few things.
Firstly, yes I am sad/angry that Jemma wasn’t able to break out Fitz (even if it was just a little) but okay I understand that AoS isn’t “that kind of show”
However, you can’t tell me that it hasn’t gone there before. The only reason Jemma got off of Maveth was because Fitz never gave up on her. His love really did save her there, even if it perhaps wasn’t as direct as Jemma legit begging him to remember while saying she loved him.
But I could probably push a lot of that disappointment aside if I had any indication that the show would handle their healing process in a decent way. I, however, do not have that. And that is where my real problem lies.
Shield has a pretty terrible history of dealing with the aftermath of trauma. We all remember how Jemma’s PTSD just went away after a couple of episodes and a lot of healing that Fitz did after his injury was skipped over in the time hop from season 2 to 3.
Not to mention, Fitzsimmons has a terrible history of leaving things unsaid. We still have never gotten a conversation between them about why Jemma left for Hydra in season 2. We had a brief moment this season where Jemma told Fitz to stop sacrificing himself for her but that is just skimming the surface of that conversation. And now we have all of this.
My point was that, if Fitz had been able to break out even a little bit in the framework, if he couldn’t hurt Jemma, if anything had changed, it would have helped with the healing process a lot.
Right now, Fitz is coming out of the framework being the only one who didn’t fight against AIDA’s world in some way. We all know Fitz has always struggled with his worth as a person and what do you think the fact that he couldn’t break away from AIDA will do to that? It will be devastating. They took away his compassion which is a center point of Fitz’s character and he’s got no reason to believe that “The Doctor” doesn’t actually exist somewhere inside of him.
And the fact of the matter is, this issue is going to be one of those things that is swept away, tucked under the rug, and left to magically work itself out over the break that will happen between seasons 4 and 5. There is simply no time for any sort of real healing between now and the end of the season.
I will be shocked beyond belief if we get them back together next week which means we’ll have to wait till the final for any sort of conversation between them about them. And who do we know is showing up in the final? Robbie.
Don’t get me wrong, i’m excited to see him back, I really enjoyed Robbie. But we all know that his return is going to take up a ton of screen time thus cutting even more into any sort of FS confrontation.Just like his story line took precedence in the first part of the season, it will again here.
So that is basically my biggest grievance with how Fitz was handled in the framework. Having Radcliffe just shove him through was probably the most damaging thing he could have done at that point and I simply don’t see any way that this isn’t one of the issues that AoS just sweeps away and doesn’t deal with. I would love to see the writers prove me wrong here, but given this show’s past history with these things and the basically 90 mins let they have in this season, I don’t see it happening.
Dean recently lost his mother and doesn’t know how to cope with the pain. He turns to alcohol. When he gets in a bar fight, the cops come and arrest him. He only has one girl to call.
A/N: This was kind of based on a video I seen on youtube, (https://youtu.be/p9cmcESWjno). This is just plain angst and its bad so. My first imagine or one shot. THIS IS FICTION. NONE OF THIS ACTUALLY IS HAPPENED OR HAPPENING TO MY KNOWLEDGE. HIS MOTHER DID NOT ACTUALLY DIE AS FAR AS I KNOW. And I do not know how jail works so don’t judge.
I’m going to TRY and get Ruffled updated as quickly as possible. At least getting a sentence done a day. It’s just coming so damn slow lately. I can say for sure, with so much angst going on in my other fics; most likely Ruffled will be just pure fluff with very small dashes of angst here and there, but very rare. Ultimately, Ruffled will be fluff.
RoM and LFP I have no idea when they will be updated next, been stuck trying to find a start for the next chapters, though I do have a loose plan on what going to happen next. Just waiting for a promising beginning.
TWoL will likely be updated sometime next week.
LBB I will likely aim to end around 10 chapters, at the earliest. Though I wouldn’t be surprised to see it go up to 15. We’ll just have to see.
Daily updates on Devoted till completion. Two days away from being completed. I will answer this now, no plans for a sequel or any sort of continuation of Devoted. It’s a very slim that it will be any sort of continuation.
Synopsis: Marauders, the frenemies of the pranking queen, Y/N, have a prank war with her when they tell on her for a prank she played.
(I know, it’s really long, but this idea is fantastic so I got carried away u-u)
It was the seventh and final year at Hogwarts. You sauntered down the Great Hall and noticed a few students whispering behind your back.You were sure that they were talking about the latest prank an ‘Anonymous’ person played- vanishing all the teachers’ and House Tables and benches from the Great Hall the previous night. No one knew for sure that the ‘Anonymous’ person was you, but they had figured out that it was either you or the Marauders, since you had been on McGonagall’s hit list for long.
You slid into and empty straight backed chair, opposite to Marlene and Alice and beside Lily. The tables and chairs had been replaced by classroom chairs and tables overnight. You caught McGonagall’s accusing gaze and smiled innocently.
“Why did you do it, Y/N?” Lily sighed. Marlene and Alice giggled.
“Sorry, Lily. I know you’re Head Girl and I swear I don’t want to give you trouble at all, but the temptation was too hard to resist.” You said meekly, leaning back on your chair.
Alice grinned and placed her elbows on the small wooden table. “Well, it is a change, Lils.”
Marlene’s eyes lit up in excitement and you immediately knew that she must have spotted a cute boy.
“So, Y/N.” A voice drawled, placing his hands on your shoulders. The smell of cologne hit you as you swiveled around to come face-to-face with Sirius Black, someone you flirted with sometimes but usually played pranks on.
James popped up behind him, and you glared at him. “What is it?” You asked, your eyebrows raised in annoyance.
James shrugged. “Just wanting to know why you’re so hell-bent on defeating the best pranksters at school.” James said easily.
“Excuse me, Potter, if you think that you both are the best pranksters at school, you’re sadly mistaken.” You said, your eyes narrowing.
“Then who is it? You?” James shot, his eyes glittering with malice.
“It was I who vanished the tables last night, not you, you dumb-”
But you stopped halfway through your sentence when you saw a smirk of triumph on James’s face. Alice had suddenly become very busy with her shoelaces. Marlene swallowed a piece of toast, staring fearfully at a point above her head. Lily nearly toppled off her seat. Sirius winked.
“Did you really, Miss L/N? It’s sad to say that I expected it from you. Even though you may be getting top marks in most of your subjects, I’ll have to take seventy points off Gryffindor-” McGonagall said from above you.
“Seventy?” Alice gaped.
“Yes, Miss Fortescue, seventy. Also, Miss L/N here has received a week’s worth of detention. You can come at the same time as Mr. Black here, who’s already got two weeks of detention and has completed one week of it.”
You groaned. “But I have Quidditch!”
“I’m afraid, that will have to wait till next week.” She said, “five p.m every evening, sharp. Don’t be late.”
It was James’s turn to gape now. “But Professor, we’re playing Ravenclaw this Saturday-”
“Enough, Potter. My decision is final.” And with a swish of her emerald robes, McGonagall was gone.
James turned to glare at you. “It’s your fault we’re not going to have enough Chasing practice!”
You glared back, “If you hadn’t been such an arsewipe and told on me-”
“You did it in the first place!”
“I’m leaving, Potter, but you’ll pay for this.” You glared at him and stormed off.
“We’ll see, Miss Trouble,” Sirius sighed, watching you disappear out of sight.
The next days were a havoc; you and James shot insults back and forth every time you saw each other. There were many pranks they tried to play on you, mixing your Pumpkin Juice with food coloring James ‘borrowed’ from Lily, trying to hex you in the corridors and replacing your ink-bottle with a bottle of invisible ink. You did a lot too; charming their books to scream every time they tried to open it, replacing their colognes with Stinksap Essence and replacing their soaps with Frog Spawn Soaps. The most infuriating thing was when Sirius kept winking at you. All the time.
You walked down the steps to the Transfiguration classroom for detention. Surprisingly, McGonagall had changed the place of detention. She had written a note to her during Charms which Remus delivered to you. You should have been suspicious but Remus giving you the note made sense since he was McGonagall’s favorite student. Also, he’d given you a shy smile and ruffled his hair so you found it hard not to trust him. Plus the note also had McGonagall’s signature.
You threw open the door of the unused Transfiguration classroom. There was no one in sight, so you dumped your bag on and empty chair and waited for Professor to turn up. After five minutes of waiting, you heard footsteps, but it was not McGonagall. Sirius Black and James Potter stood in the doorway, wearing identical evil grins.
“Have I ever told you, Prongs, how good I am at forging signatures?” Sirius said, winking at you. You gritted your teeth.
“Finally, we had a successful prank.” James said cheekily, rumpling his hair. “You know you-”
But he was cut short when Professor Kettleburn arrived on the scene.
“Well, well,” He said, smiling, but his eyes were narrowed. “Look what we have here! Three brats missing class! Detention!”
You knew he couldn’t mean it since he was a wacky old professor who never remembered anyone’s names.
“But, Sir-” Sirius protested.
“I’m sorr-” James began.
“Sorry, Sir.” You cut them off swiftly, “I just lost my way to detention and I was lucky that the Head Boy and his friend showed up to guide me in the right direction,”
James gaped at her while Sirius smiled at her brightly. You forced a smile. “I’m glad I have friends like them.” Professor Kettleburn scratched his chin.
“I s’pose you’re right; he wouldn’t be up to no good if he’s ‘ead Boy-” Professor said, and Sirius and James exchanged a knowing look with each other for some reason.
“Yeah,” You said, nodding, “sorry for the trouble, Professor.”
“I better be off, have a class, I do.” Kettleburn said, turning around and grabbing James by the arm.
“Come on, you sly old dog, get back to duty,” You and Sirius heard Kettleburn say to James as he strolled off with a disgruntled James. Before disappearing round the corner, James mouthed a ‘thank you’ to you. You waved.
When they were gone, you picked up your bag and started to walk out of the door. Sirius opened his mouth to say something.
“No, Black, believe me, this is the last time I ever save your arse.” You said. You almost reached the door when he said: “Can I thank you, at least?”
You pretended not to hear, but as soon as you reached the frame, his hand grabbed your forearm, pulling you backwards. You spun directly in his arms, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. Your brain struggled to process what was happening since it was most probably clouded with Sirius’s smell: spicy cologne. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, and you were kissing back. Something about him made you feel dizzy, as if he were a drug. Your hands mover from his chest to his hair, your fingers knotting in it.Your bag dangled from your arm as he gently bit your lower lip, causing a moan to escape you. You both finally broke away, out of breath. He grinned as you punched him lightly on the arm. He pressed his lips on your jaw.
You smiled softly as his hand found yours. “You’re welcome, dummy.”
I just handed in the last of my big projects for the semester. Two more classes (tonight and tomorrow) and I’m done till August!!! I did it, I survived! I don’t know if I passed, but I survived!
Now I get to spend the next 3 weeks packing so we can move at the end of the month, but…well…still less stressful than school.
Anywho, I’m going to be going through my askbox - my apologies to those who have been so patiently waiting. You guys are seriously the best. Oh, and I’m gonna start working on the next part to WEMtbB so I can get it posted!
I’ll still be pretty busy with moving, but hopefully I’ll be around a lot more than I was these past couple of months ;)