A Little Bit Okay [H-C Bingo]Alice had been wanting to talk to Herry for a few days now—so of course the day she decided that yes, today was the day that she was going to talk to him about it was the day they both got slammed with homework. A better person might have tried to put a more positive spin on it—mass homework meant they would be tackling it all at the public library, per an agreement as old as their friendship, and thus away from the ears of people who weren’t supposed to hear all this yet—but frankly, Alice was not a better person. She didn't even consider herself an especially great person, which was why she spent the night before this staring at the ceiling trying to decide how to best approach the situation.A Little Bit Okay [H-C Bingo] by supergeek17
As long and hard as she'd thought about this, she supposed she should have been a lot calmer, but as she dropped her backpack on the library table, she could feel her stomach turning at the prospect of saying anything, great relationship with Herry or no. Whatever Herry w
The Future Depends pt 2 [Part II of II: H-C Bingo]Neil couldn't remember a more miserable October, and it had only just begun. As he reviewed and signed off on reports, he could hear the rain pounding on the window, as well as the occasional, distant rumble of thunder. This was the kind of weather Jay said was good for sleep, and given that Jay had been complaining of back pains when he woke, Neil could easily imagine him curled up amid quilts and sheets.The Future Depends pt 2 [Part II of II: H-C Bingo] by supergeek17
Just before noon, as Neil's mind was starting to wander to the prospect of lunch (the weather was too terrible to go home, and a working lunch was becoming a distinct possibility), there was a knock on the door, barely heard over the thunder. "Come in," Neil called.
The door opened, and a sergeant stepped inside. "Lieutenant Cole," he greeted, saluting.
Neil stood long enough to return the gesture, then sat back down to approve the last reports. "Sergeant."
"There's a young lady here to see you, sir," the sergeant informed him.
Neil's pen paused over the signatory line. "A you
The Future Depends pt 1 [Part II of II: H-C Bingo]After a year of semi frequent appearances, Lieutenant Neil Cole had come to be expected at this place, and the procedure was more or less the same—come inside, remove his cap and ask for Jay's company. A girl would go to get Jay, and Jay would come to meet him, smiling and pleasant, and escort him back to his room.The Future Depends pt 1 [Part II of II: H-C Bingo] by supergeek17
A year allowed Neil a sort of familiarity with some of the girls, but it allowed him a curious sort of intimacy with Jay. There was always the reminder of what Jay did for a living, and occasionally he'd indulge—Jay's oral was always as phenomenal as it had been the first day, and his hands were just as talented—but he'd yet to actually bed him, per the latter's request.
It was a strange request, and Neil admitted that he had trouble understanding it, even with Jay's patient, and yet some how terribly panicked, explanations of his long-standing disagreement with his own body, and how he hated who he was more than what he did. Somehow, Neil couldn't bring hi
Basically, gender stuff kinda sucks ass today.
It's like… People have been good about using Casey—I actually got a postcard from someone this weekend and they wrote Casey ♥ —and HOLY SHIT STORY TIME KIDS. I was at the store and one of my coworkers from school has a second job there, and I was in her line and the mom of one of the kids who rides the SPED bus was helping her out. Okay cool. One of the things the store's been doing is a raffle for a snowmobile, and when I got my ticket when I checked out, I automatically wrote Casey. My coworker starts teasing me about who Casey is (I haven’t told her about officially being Casey yet) and I just told her that that's what I wanted to be called (again, still working on figuring out how to tell her about this). And then, no joke, the mum—who knows me as Sarah—as I was leaving, said, "Bye, Casey."
Oh my God, guys. That made me so happy, you don't even know.
Getting back on track, basically, the people who remember to call me Casey are making me über-happy. And then there's my parents. Last night in the middle of fucking argument Dad's giving me this bullshit about how he wants me to be happy and I finally couldn't hold it back anymore—"Then why is it that last month I asked you to call me Casey and you haven't done it once?" He told me it was because he's spent almost 24 years calling me Sarah (and Deb's spent about 12 years doing the same) and they just need reminding, but that doesn't feel like enough. Like come on, you assholes, the least you could do is fucking T R Y. I mean, Jesus fuck.
Right now, I really, really dislike my boobs. Like shit, they feel really wrong on my chest. I want to bind so badly, but I don't have a good binder and it's too late to ask for one for my birthday (my birthday is just about 2 weeks away now), sports bras really only work for like an hour before they go back to looking like I've got huge knockers in a crappy bra and Ace bandages are super bad for you. I don't want to order one because my parents get pissy when I order a lot of stuff all at once, plus since it's so close to my birthday… :I
On top of all that, I really want to hack off all my hair, but I suck ass at styling my hair and it would look like shit and I fucking hate using product in my hair because that looks like shit too. And to top it all off, there's the NSFW stuff that I won't get into here and it's like someone fucking help me figure out this body because I can't.
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