#(but I got that in days ago and wasn't directly thinking about them last couple days!!!)

[koushirouizumi]

* C.C.S (?!)

I had a TOUxYUKI dream that I woke up just now from

it was SO good and now I'm hit with TouxYuki feelings again

[spiderdaddy420]

Subliminal Daughter....

"Daddy, can you come help me with my milk and cereal? I never seem to get it right!" Chloe giggled to me, as I sat in the living room watching the morning news.

At 15 now, most girls her age of course have no problems with simple things like that. My Chloe tho, she's special.

I've been training her as she sleeps for years now. And her upcoming birthday, it'll be worth all the effort.

Every night since her mom left about 6 years ago, I've been training my Chloe to take her place. Subliminally. Her mom was the typical dumb bimbo, pretty perfect in every way. Dumb, sexy, outgoing, loved attention....

When Chloe was 9, I hid small Bluetooth speakers in her room. I wired them directly into the wall, so they'd last forever.

I began with some of the very same audio clips her mom listened to when she took a long bath, or spent half the day touching herself. Soft, gentle instructions to be obedient. To be polite. To be a proper little doll. To always be pretty.

Every night, about 15 minutes after I've tucked her in, I'd play those sorts of messages over and over. For at least a few hours, until I went to bed.

And they worked! Within a couple months, she was the most well-mannered, polite little princess. Always had to have on a pretty dress, bows or ribbons in her hair. And everything I asked her was replied with "yes please, Daddy", or "ok, right away Daddy!".

After several more months of messages in her sleep like that, I slowly switched to different ones. Ones that would train her to depend on her Daddy to think for her. Soft, gentle messages telling her over and over, she doesn't need to be smart, or worry her brain, as long as she's pretty. Pretty pink girls don't need to think. If a good girl is confused, she just needs to giggle.

And I slowly replaced her wardrobe with almost entirely shades of pink.

She seemed to love every new change to her behavior. Chloe now seemed to always be happy. As long as she had her dresses and long pretty hair, she never wanted anything more. Sure, he grades began to slip, but I had a feeling that would happen. I wasn't worried, it's not like I need her to hold down a career.

As I spent the next few years alternating between those two types of bedtime audios, she reminded me more and more of her mom every day. She practically lived to make me a proud, happy dad. She was bouncy, silly, happy, and flirty every day. And wouldn't even come down for breakfast until she had done her hair, and chose one of her many pretty, if slightly too small or tight, dresses.

And she really started to look like her mom too. Long, thick dirty-blonde hair, slim waist, curvy hips and long legs. Her mom's same high cheekbones and adorable button nose. A young spitting image, if her mom hadn't had enormous fake tits. All in good time, I began thinking to myself.

At about 14, Chloe really began getting needy and jealous. She'd be mean to any girl I brought around after a couple dates. She'd pout and stomp around in her cute pink panties as I was getting ready for any date.

I adored that, and knew it was time.

I began to very slowly add in new audio messages into her sleep routine. Ones telling her it's ok to touch herself. It's ok to want to be touched. Keep rubbing, it's perfectly normal. And then messages instructing her not to reach orgasm. She can't cum without permission. Good girls just rub away their days. Stay needy for Daddy.

Within a month or so, I noticed she needed to change her panties more often. She needed at least two pairs every day. And when I did her laundry, one of her pillows smelled exactly like her dirty panties. So yes, the new messages were obviously working.

As it got close to her 16th birthday, she was getting D's in most classes. But she was by far the prettiest girl in her class. Every day she looked like a young princess.

The day we went out looking for her dress for her sweet 16 party, and she didn't even LOOK at anything that didn't show off her toned ass and firm young tits, I decided to add what I expected would be the last of the new additions to my nighttime audio messages.

These were my favorites, and I had a whole list of them. Instructions on being the perfect fucktoy for Daddy. To happily, eagerly give her entire body to her Daddy. To serve her Daddy. To worship her Daddy.

It wasn't two weeks later when I knew they were working too. She had always been comfortable in her bra and panties around me, thanks to my programming, but she quickly began getting extremely touchy-feely with me. Lots of long, tight hugs while she was half naked. And if I were half naked? She'd barely let me go. Rubbing and grinding against me. It almost gave me a heart attack not just grabbing her then and there and having my way with her. But I had planned this far too long. And my programming had gone perfectly. I wasn't going to ruin it mere weeks before her 16th.

Her grandparents planned a nice birthday dinner for her, and a handful of her friends. As well as the family, of course. Chloe's friends were all pretty girls as well, but my Chloe was clearly the star of the show. The Belle of the ball. Her skintight pink minidress fit perfect. She went braless, with the fully open back. Besides, with her young firm C cups, she certainly didn't need one even tho the front was cut down to her belly button. Her 5" heels matched her small handbag, and her hair looked like she spent days preparing it. (It only took a couple hours and two hair techs, and a couple hundred bucks, but it was money well spent)

Chloe had a couple glasses of wine with her friends at dinner, which made her even more bubbly and giggly. I couldn't pull my eyes off of her the entire night. I knew what was coming.

After dessert, one of her friends drove the other two home, and we all said goodbye, and Chloe thanked everyone for the wonderful gifts. As we walked out to the car, my little birthday girl grabbed me, gave me a huge hug, and thanked me for such a fun night. Neither of us let go.

I glanced around the parking lot, making sure everyone else with us had left. They had.

I looked down at my daughter Chloe, who looked back at me, and I kissed her. Deep. Like a lover, not a father. And she eagerly kissed back. Tongues wrapped around each other. My hands trailing down her bare back, feeling her shiver in my arms as my fingers glide lower.

I have no idea how long I kissed her. A couple minutes? An hour? Didn't matter. I finally led her to the car, where we headed back home. Chloe didn't let go of my arm the entire ride home, stroking it the whole way. I had my hand on her young pale thigh half the ride.

By the time we stepped thru the door, Chloe was so worked up she immediately dropped to her knees, grabbed needily at my belt, and told me how much she's wanted and needed to be my good girl. How she's wanted to be my pretty little doll as long as she can remember.

Looking down at her unzipping my pants and pulling them down along with my underwear, I was so proud. My beautiful little cock-hungry bimbo. Just like her mom. And her look of shock and joy when my rock hard cock bounced out in front of her face made my heart melt.

Chloe immediately took my cock in her mouth, slurping, sucking, and drooling all over it. Her computer history was full of deepthroat and facefuck vids, and my little dummy definitely learned some things. The important things.

She grabbed my hips, and pulled herself all the way down my cock. I felt her clench the head of my cock with her throat as she gagged, and still my perfectly trained little girl held tight, til she couldn't handle any more.

Pulling her mouth off of me to calm her gagging and catch her breath, Chloe looked up at me and thanked me. Thanked me for giving her the best sweet 16 a girl could ever hope for. Looking down and stroking her pretty blonde streaks from her eyes, I told her that her day wasn't over. When her eyes widened and she giggled "really Daddy?" I showed her what I meant. I took her hand, lifted her to her feet, and led her into the living room. I had a large, thick, soft rug there, and stood her facing me. Holding her hand, I looked her up and down. Stunning, in her heels and tiny pink dress. And now that her makeup was messy, she was even prettier. I released her hand, and told her to remove her clothes. Leave the heels on tho, I instructed her.

As she lowered her dress, and pulled her panties down around her ankles, I undressed, and lowered myself in front of her. I gently slid her legs apart, to uncover her beautiful, soft, clean shaven pussy, and leaned forward with my tongue out, finally tasting my little girl. As my tongue passed her clit the very first time, my Chloe shivered. She was so sensitive, the edging messages have worked so well. She lifted her leg a little with my help, and I lapped away at her now wet little cunt like a thirsty dog. Within moments my little girl could barely keep her balance, as she reached her first orgasm in years, all over her dad's tongue. I needed to hold her steady with both my hands as she shook, gasped, and grabbed my shoulder in a vise-grip. Lowering her raised leg to catch her balance, she looked down at me and said she was so sorry, she didn't mean to. It felt so good, but please don't be upset with her.

Pulling Chloe down to the rug with me, I told her it's perfectly ok for her to cum from Daddy's touch. She's a very good girl, and I'm going to show her exactly how happy I am with her.

Laying my daughter down on her back, I spread her legs and instructed her to hold them wide for me. Climbing between her young, fit thighs, I knew my years of patience and training was about to pay off, and I almost came just from the thought. What a waste that would be tho! Chloe looked at me, and assured me she was ready. Such a good little girl for her Daddy. "I know you are, princess", as I leaned forward in the position I've imagined for years. I slowly rubbed the head of my cock up and down her glistening, pretty pink lips. Lightly slapped myself against her now swollen clit. My baby girl squirmed against me, physically begging me to take her virginity. Rubbing my cock against her soaked little pussy gave me the perfect lubricant to enter her. And enter her I did. One slow, long, deep invasion of my little girl. From tip to base, Chloe went from a gasp, to a moan, to a certain painful joy I found gorgeous. "Owwwwwww, Daddy..." she moaned, tho did nothing to remove me from her tight little hole.

As I slowly began sliding in and out of her, a tear or two fell from her eyes. Looking into them, I paused mid stroke, and asked her if she was ok. "Yes Daddy, I'm perfect now" she replied. Yes angel, you definitely are. She asked me not to stop. She begged me keep going. Until I'm done.

As my speed quickened, so did the tears. My baby girl was being so brave for me, I couldn't help but look and her and grin a proud, wide grin. My Chloe really had become my pretty little bimbo fucktoy.

As Chloe's breath quickened, she started squeezing down on my cock. She was going to cum again. So I sped up even more. Longer, faster strokes, til my balls were slapping against her cute little ass. My little girl dug her nails into my arms, as she shuddered hard, cumming again, this time from my cock. As her whole body convulsed, she squeezed me so hard I couldn't hold back any longer. With one deep, very hard thrust, I shoved and held myself deep inside of my Chloe, cumming as hard as I've ever cum before. She kept shuddering and shivering, cumming once more as she felt me throb and flood into her. Moaning, whimpering, and shivering, she held her legs around my waist til we had both finished cumming, and began catching our breath. We layed like that for what seemed like hours. Her dad's cock resting comfortably inside of her.

Finally, reluctantly, I pulled myself out of my tight, young daughter's pussy, and watched as her tight little hole flowed with some of the cum I just filled her with. I proudly looked into her eyes, leaned forward, gave my daughter a soft kiss on her forehead. "Happy birthday, my baby girl" I whispered. She barely could gasp out a reply... "This is gonna be a fun year, Daddy".

#mine #storytime

[chronicbeans]

Wally Darling with a Restoration Project Reader (part 6)

Emergency Meeting!

TW: Mentions of Hacking, Mentions of Isolation, Mentions of Abusive Dynamics

🗞️ You and Daniel went to meet up with the group later that day. You couldn't shake off what you saw, though, and neither could he. Wally looked terrified in that video! Maybe the sender was just playing a prank, but it still couldn't explain the odd correlations between the video and the dream...

🗞️ It definitely didn't SEEM like a normal episode of a kid's show. There was the cheery music playing throughout it, as well as the subject of painting, which Wally is associated with. It seemed like Wally was in a dangerous situation, however, which would never slide past the censors of the television network. Sure, some dark subjects get through, but... whatever it was that was going on didn't seem like it would've.

🗞️ You sit next to Amy in your little group circle, taking notice of how she looks a bit out of it today. Finn seems concerned about something he is looking at on his laptop. Daniel... he just looks ill. His face is getting a bit pale and he looks lethargic. He mutters "So... I take it none of us got a good night's rest latest night?"

🗞️ Amy nods "I don't know about you lot, but I had a nightmare last night... Daniel, are you alright? I don't mean to sound rude, but you look like crap." Daniel shakes his head, before shakily standing and placing a hand over his mouth "No... I think I'm going to be sick. I gotta go..."

🗞️ You furrow your brows together, nodding, and watching him stumble to the front door and leave "Drive safe... So, what was your nightmare about, Amy?" Amy looks at you, shrugging "It... Wasn't anything too extreme. I was in the neighborhood of Welcome Home, standing outside in the grass. I was near Julie's. Everything was dark, and there was this blue moon, which worked as the only light source. I saw Eddie walk by, so I asked about Wally. I kind of expected that if I had a dream about the show, it would include Wally, so I was wondering where he was."

🗞️ You are quick to ask "What did Eddie say?" She flinches at how quickly you responded, but continues "Well... Eddie said he was in Home. He said that Wally hasn't come out for months. He also mentions that he isn't worried, because Home is sure to take good care of him. He did make sure to mention that Home seems agitated when people ask it about Wally."

🗞️ You slowly nod, before explaining your own dream. Her eyes widen in shock, then she nods. "That is... creepy. Like, it's not the SAME dream... but eerily SIMILAR dreams. Ooh... I don't like that. Finn, are you alright?" "No. Look at this."

🗞️ Finn turns the laptop around, showing you an image of a black screen. Then, slowly, text begins to show up. "Hello." You flinch when a familiar pair of eyes open up, their dark pupils trembling. It almost looks like they are glowing in the dark. The text continues, saying "You're there. I can't see you. Do you see me? Then stay quiet."

🗞️ Both you and Amy stay silent, watching as the trembling eyes stare directly at the both of you. Finn, without warning, opens up the gif in another page brightens it, revealing what you already knew. It's Wally Darling, his cheek resting in his left hand, with an off-putting grin on his face.

🗞️ Finn speaks in a matter of fact tone "Daniel sent me a couple of codes made using the off letters. One of them sent me here. The rest went nowhere. I don't know what this means. I also found that some of the guestbook pictures, which started popping up a while ago, have little notes. None of this makes any sense..."

🗞️ You feel an odd chill run down your spine. The area that Wally seemed to be on that page is so incredibly dark... but it really fit with how dark the house was in your dream. If he is in a big room in that little gif, then it would make sense for it to be pitch black. It isn't much, but it still counts.

🗞️ You are probably getting a bit ahead of yourself. It wouldn't make sense for any of this to be connected to your silly little dream. It must be a coincidence, but you are well aware that coincidence can only explain so much...

[fuck-customers]

I talked about my ordeals with who I dubbed Stalker Boy a while back, since I still don't know his last name (it took me about 6 months to find out his first name, since he decided to start stalking me at work after seeing me there once) but this isn't about him lol.

This time, the stalker wasn't here for me, he was after my coworker I'll call C. For context, C is barely 19 and tiny, and generally looks even younger than she is.

Well a couple weeks ago (the week after Mario came out), she was walking around in the back with a manager doing whatever, and this guy, who was about 40, and also roughly 6ft 5, was following them. After a while, the manager stepped away and the guy used the opportunity to corner C. And you'll never guess what he says.

Creep: "Hey, I think you're really attractive. How much would I have to pay you to have sex with me?"

C ended up kinda staring at him and saying "I can't disclose that information" because she didn't know what else to do.

Luckily the manager who'd walked away got a bad feeling and came to get her. C filled in the manager but the guy had disappeared, so they had C shut herself in the break room (where I was on my lunch) until they could find him and remove him from the building.

After I come back from lunch, I go back to working door (taking tickets), and keep my eye out for the creep, which was hard because I never actually saw him.

(Seriously dude, I have a lot of respect for sex workers, but what the fuck makes for think that's an appropriate conversion starter, let alone using it on a teenager half your age and size that you cornered while she's sweeping up popcorn???)

Fast forward a couple days. We had what I was told was a glitch, but I think was actually human error, but we ended up having three shows, in the span of roughly an hour, for Mario where two shows had been created for each time slot in the same room. So it was crazy busy since they sold out and twice as many people showed up as expected. And since there were two tickets per seat, we had to implement system for explaining what was going on to people as they come in and establishing who gets the seat and who gets a refund, and it was just a huge mess. One of the shows, the first one that was double booked, had 250 seats, meaning there were 500 people there for it. And guess who decided to use the confusion to sneak back in.

So I finally managed to get to the end of the line, but the managers were still at the service desk trying to do refunds, and I hear one of the newer girls radio about a creepy guy who was standing inside the doors to the auditoriums and just staring. I'll call her N. N, like me, is butch, and I'm not sure if Creeper realized she's a woman, or if he was just only interested in C. Here's a helpful artistic rendering of what N was seeing.

(Not pictured: being in shadows because he was standing in a dark room)

At this point, we had no way of knowing that it was the same guy, but she kind of walked away, and when she came back a few minutes later, he was still there, though he later started moving to other auditoriums and doing the same thing. C was actually there that day but was on lunch.

So N was radio'ing about needing help dealing with a weird guy who's movie-hopping, and she said he was getting really aggressive when she asked him what he was doing. The managers kind of just waved N off (over the radio), saying that they were busy, and told her to deal with it the best she could. I was getting bad vibes, so I walked over to tell the managers directly that they need to go help N. I'm working the front door so I'm not actually allowed to leave the little area, but luckily, the service desk is right on the edge of my area.

And one of the managers snapped at me as soon as I got two words out and said "We're we're with customers, you know better than to interrupt". Which, they're right. I've worked here longer than both of them combined. I know damn well how things work and I follow the rules, so if I'm suddenly not doing that, it's because I have a fucking reason, m'kay?

N managed to summon enough guys from the cleaning crew to help her herd the guy to the front, at which point the manager who'd kicked Creeper out last time recognized him and realized how serious it was (she's not the one that snapped at me) and she kicked him out again.

Because I don't know why this guy would be hiding in dark rooms and watching and waiting, unless he was waiting for C to walk by so he could do god knows what to her.

And then about 10 minutes later, one of the managers who snapped at me came over and was like "did they tell you about The Guy?" And I just stared at him and said "*I* was trying to tell *you* about The Guy, and you told me to go away." And he didn't say sorry or anything, which is what I expected.

And then apparently Creeper came back two more times later in the week on days I wasn't there and on the fourth time, the manager had finally decided enough was enough and called the cops and he ended up getting arrested. So I hope that's the last we'll see of him but I'm not going to hold my breath.

[darkscaleswriter]

⭐️⭐️ *Tosses stars at you for the ask game*

(ask for a director’s cut on any of my fics!)

!!! thank you for giving me the opportunity to ramble :D

SO for Write Our Names in the Wet Concrete, which I just updated a couple days ago so it's still very much on the mind, I have many many feelings about casey junior (as I'm sure anyone can tell lol I'm not subtle). specifically, I have many feelings about his relationship with his mom, bad future!cassandra jones.

I know there was some stuff from the rottmnt crew on the former bird site or something (?) about how cassandra died when casey was pretty young and he was mostly raised by future leo, but I personally do not subscribe to that. not for his backstory in wonitwc, at least. as much as i love dad leo, it's important to me that he's just as much a jones as he is a hamato, especially given that he uses the jones last name.

anyway, many thoughts about the wonitwc iteration of bad future!cassandra jones under the cut, bc i uh. definitely rambled haha ^.^

(also, important note: a lot of my characterization and backstory for cassandra is probably inspired - both consciously and not - by the mean teen fighting machines fic series by @radishhqueen, which is an absolutely incredible character exploration series for april and cassandra that made me fall in love with cassandra jones as a character. please go read it if you have a chance, it's SO good!!!)

so in wonitwc, after cassandra found casey as a baby and decided to raise him, she fully committed. it definitely wasn't an easy decision to take a step back from field work, but a baby is a 24/7 job, and the shift to handling the more organizational/admin side of the growing resistance (as mentioned in chapter 10) helped her feel less like she was costing the group by making others fight in her place. she never regretted that decision, but I think there were a few times she came close. maybe when a mission party would come back having lost someone because they didn't have enough eyes, maybe when a scout never returned after running into a trap that she knew she could've spotted.

as a parent, i think that cassandra was, honestly, not too different from what we see of her in the show lol. a bit more even-keeled with age, but still wholeheartedly committed to everything she put her mind to and not shy about it, which is why i find it extremely funny that casey somehow turned out a Good Kid (TM) who listens to authority (mostly) and respects his elders (unless theyre wrong). he's definitely got moments when his temper breaks, like when he yells at teen leo in the movie, but on the whole, his brand of feral is less… loud, i guess. not sure that's the best way to describe it but it's all my brain is coming up with right now haha.

part of casey's comparatively calmer personality can probably be attributed to the turtles and april, who also played large parts in raising him, but it's not like they're chill either. the final movie opening didn't get to really show this, but in the storyboards for a previous version of the movie's opening, it's shown that future leo has still retained a lot of teen leo's goofiness, though it's hard to say how much of that is performative. at any rate, i interpreted that as showing that the turtles were still themselves in the bad future, at least in some small part.

speaking of the turtles!! my general headcanon is that they and april informally adopt cassandra as family at some point in the future, and joke that she's a distant cousin since the hamato clan started as an offshoot of the foot clan. they get very emotional when cassandra decides to include "hamato" as part of casey junior's full name, which is a real whiplash moment from their reactions when she told them she was going to name him directly after herself lmao. anyway, casey junior grows up knowing that he's a part of the hamato clan, in name and spirit if not by blood.

cassandra was definitely grateful for the help raising casey junior, too. i don't think she ever really considered herself a single parent - raising casey was very much a team effort, even if she was his primary caregiver. cassandra is the only person that casey ever used a parental title for, though. i think she first started teaching casey to address the others by their titles out of ingrained tradition (foot clan was traditional in an oddly random assortment of ways lol) but then let him keep doing it bc it was funny. this does not help casey's Good Kid (TM) image haha.

cassandra's feelings on becoming a hamato, meanwhile, are initially mixed. on one hand, nothing brings people together like an external threat that's in the process of ending the world, so she's bonded a lot with the remaining members of the hamato clan in the apocalypse. on the other hand, she was still in the midst of finding herself after leaving the foot clan when the apocalypse hit, and the invasion triggered by her former cult definitely did not help with that. especially not when she had to put down the krang-infected foot brute and foot lieutenant. i debated taking that out, since it got darker than i expected, but it felt fitting for the tone of the chapter, so. sorry, cassandra :P

i think that cassandra's relationship with her sensei's was very much a "it didn't change anything, but it matters that the love was there" situation. they did terrible things, but they were her only family for a long time, and they cared about her. i don't think she ever fully reconciled with that. there's a reason she never really talked about them to casey junior, besides the fact that reminding people in the apocalypse that she was a former member of the clan that started said apocalypse by summoning the krang would've been a terrible idea.

but. there were times, especially when casey was little, that cassandra would catch herself wishing she could show him off to her senseis. the brute would let casey ride around on his shoulders while the lieutenant would teach him how to fold perfect origami. in another world, maybe those would've been casey junior's eccentric grandpas, visiting on alternate weekends to spoil him. fighting splinter for the position of "favorite grandparent," lol.

maybe something like that could happen far in the future of wonitwc, depending on how things go. we'll see!

[x-stephanie-sinnz-x]

I fucked 66 guys in 11 days

A few weeks ago, I came across a page with various sex challenges. One that really jumped out at me was the chain challenge. The idea is that each day, you have to fuck at least one more person than you did the last day, with the goal being to go for as many days as possible in a row. So day 1 you fuck one person, day 2 you fuck 2 people, day 3 you fuck 3 people and so on. Or you could fuck 8 people on day 2, but then you'd have to fuck at least 9 people on day 3. People you fucked previous days also don't count towards current days, so if you fucked someone for day 2, you couldn't fuck them again day 3 and have them count towards the goal.

I had just been with a fuck buddy the night before I read this, so I figured now would be the best time to do it.

Days 2 and 3 were relatively uneventful. Day 2 I fucked 2 other fuck buddies separately. Day 3 I fucked 1 more separately and 2 others at the same time. With that, my nearby fuck buddies were pretty much depleted for the challenge though.

On day 4 I had to reach out to more distant hookups and had to drive around a bit. This meant I fucked all 4 separately, and I did the same for the first couple guys of day 5, until I had run out of convenient new people to fuck. So I organized a couple guys through tinder to round it off.

For whatever reason just 5 guys (none at the same time😕) wasn't enough for me, so I got 4 of the guys from the first few days to fuck me again that evening (since I had already fucked them earlier in the challenge, they didn't count towards new dicks). *They* were all 4 at once, so that satisfied me for a bit. But this was just a horny kind of day, because even once they left I became horny again, and I got 2 of the 6 guys who would fuck me the next day to meet up with me just past midnight when the clock for the challenge reset.

For the rest of day 6, I only had to fuck 4 people, and had the wonderful idea of getting older men to pay me a decent amount of money for absolutely nothing in exchange, and then they got sex for free (I don't know how much I'm allowed to talk about this on Reddit). Anyway, this was largely the norm for days 7-10, and with these men along with tinder dates, I didn't find much of a shortage of guys to fuck. During these days, not too much happened that I would've written a story on here about in isolation. Most of them wore condoms, I didn't have any gigantic gangbangs, it all happened behind closed doors. I got a few new people I think I'll be fucking on a more regular basis now, but nothing really crazy or stupid. That's day 11.

My goal was to make it to double digits, and I did. So I figured I'd end it there, after one more day without having to worry about the number of guys I fucked. Day 11 fell on a Friday, and by chance, the very same person whose 4th of July party I went to a month before (literally exactly a month before, maybe it's a monthly thing?) invited me to another decently large party at her house (really, I didn't plan it this way, but I would've figured out something similar regardless). Now, she obviously knew exactly what she was getting into. She saw me last time, and now was directly inviting me again. So here's what I did: I got a friend to write 'Fuck my Face' across my tits with arrows pointing to my mouth (directly inspired by [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/BodyWriting/comments/gzzhqr/yank_my_choker_while_you_fuck_my_mouth/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=2&utm_term=1)), and ''Cumdump' right above my pussy. I put on a collar with the word 'Slut' on it and attached a leash to it. I put in a butt plug with a tail (this would quickly be discarded), and high heels (also quickly discarded). For the drive there, I had a bathrobe near me just in case but never ended up wearing it.

The host (Sophia's) house is more or less in the middle of nowhere. There are neighbors, but they aren't very closeby. So once I got there, I figured I'd start outside, since I didn't take that opportunity last time. I noticed several people I'm pretty sure I remembered from last time, but since I can't remember everyone I don't know how many guys I fucked that I'd never fucked before. I hadn't fucked any of them for the challenge yet though, except for one. Pretty much everyone else was wearing swimsuits since there's a pool there, and there was a pretty even split of people between the backyard and inside.

As I entered the backyard, I unsurprisingly felt quite a few eyes turn towards me. I heard Sophia's voice say "I fucking knew it!" as she stood up in the pool. I guess she really had been hoping for me to turn up like this😂 We talked for a bit as she got out of the pool, which felt a bit awkward with everyone staring at me (though to be fair they could've also been staring at Sophia. Her bikini was pretty eye-grabbing).

So when the time was right, keeping in line with how I was last time, I gestured to the writing on my tits and pussy, and asked "anyone want to?" I knew the answer; I saw guys who had fucked me out in the open a month ago there now in the backyard.

I don't think I even spoke at all to the first guy before he fucked me. Even though he tried to walk with me into the house and upstairs to fuck in private before realizing I hadn't moved an inch lol. He eventually conceded and we fucked outside. That opened the gates for a couple more guys who were hesitant. But it didn't take too much outdoor sex before I realized it really just wasn't comfortable. I already knew fucking in a pool wasn't especially fun and didn't want to drive the people currently there out, so we moved inside. I sat at the edge of the living room couch, legs spread, butt plug having been discarded a while ago. Fucking there lasted a while, and I got up to 3 cocks in me at once.

The people there must have at least been somewhat expecting me, because basically the whole time I heard very few shocked noises like I did last time. The people there seemed to really enjoy watching me as more and more cum piled up on my face and tits (and pussy, don't forget it was labeled 'cumdump'), and a few congratulated me when I got up to take breaks. The leash and body writing I think really contributed to the experience, since a lot of guys were less hesitant to go rougher with me than last time. Lots of grabbing the leash and throatfucking. I honestly didn't keep count of how many fucked me, but in total across the whole night, it was definitely more than 10.

A little while into this, something unexpected happened: two other girls joined me. One of them was Sophia, the host of the party, and the other was a girl named Ava. It didn't take too long to realize that they were both doing this because they were very drunk, and they'd started to fuck in the pool before moving inside. Sophia was just fucking her boyfriend, but Ava was able to fuck whoever she wanted, including me! So I got to experience a first here, in fucking a girl in front of a crowd at one of these parties, instead of just guys!

A while after the sex wound down, and we were all covered and filled with cum, Ava and I showered together. Of course, I had no clothes to change back into so I was pretty much just casually naked the rest of the party, and even though Ava had worn a bikini earlier, she decided to go naked too. Not a whole lot more sexually happened at the party, but it was a great way to end off my chain challenge.

(Story not my own)

[pbandjesse]

I'm just leaving the museum now. Today was really good! I feel really happy about everything that I accomplished today. I am also very tired and now currently driving directly into the sun which I don't love. But hopefully it will dip below the skylines soon.

I did not sleep amazing. Waking up was very hard. I did not want to get out of bed and I was pretty miserable. But I got myself together and I felt pretty cute. I love this jumpsuit. It just fits me really well and felt very happy in it. James and me would leave the house on time and we stopped for breakfast which took forever. The person in front of us cut us off and then proceeded to order a coffee with six creams and six sugars. But I guess they really needed it.

Once we got to the museum James help me set up. They carried all of my stuff over it for me because they're the best. And they would print out the teddy bear hospital flyer I made. And then it was kind of slow. I mean there was a lot of people but I wasn't making a lot of sales. I wasn't that concerned though. I just want by the end of the season to have made approximately $100 a market. And by the end of today I had exceeded that goal. A lot of it though is because I had done so well the first week that I was able to make under $100 for the last two weeks and still even out to 100 on average. And the sales that I made today were nice. People were really kind and I got a lot of really good comments and people telling me how cute my stuff was. And that always feels good. And I was approached by someone to possibly be on their podcast about being an entrepreneur. So that's cool. I also just had a really nice time creating my knitting projects and working on a craft.

I actually told that to Stanley earlier that besides everything else it is nice to have dedicated craft time. Dedicated sitting outside in the nice breeze and making things. And it was pretty windy today. I was actually a little worried because sometimes when it's so windy it becomes an exhausting day. But I did really good keeping everything on my table and I didn't have to chase things. A couple of my pins did get blown away but people were brought them back and it was not a big deal.

I had some really nice conversations too. Me and Ann talked a lot. And I told her that my plan today was to follow through on trying to get that tortoise. And I got nervous at one point and I was like well I can't commit commit because what if somebody beats me to him. He's going to be on sale 50% today and maybe somebody else wants him and they get him before me and that's just the universe saying that it wasn't time. But I had high hopes.

The day went pretty quickly though and I felt good with my sales and when I packed up Stanley help me carry my boxes over because he's a gentleman. And then I went inside to check on James. Jenny had given us some extra baked goods so I brought James cinnamon bun. And then I was off to Petco.

When I got there I went directly to where I knew the Russian tortoise was. The one I had seen weeks ago. And he was still there. He was a boy. You can tell by their tail curling around their leg. Which is an interesting tell. And I went and found a worker and I was like hey I'm here for that tortoise. And they got so excited. Both the girls that work there were like he used to have a partner in the box and that turtle got sold and he seemed so lonely and we're just so excited that he's going to get a new home and they had some good information about him really liking kale but not liking fruits. Which I don't think they naturally eat fruits so that is totally expected. And they said he spicy but not bitey and is very social. And I was just so excited. He was a little dirty. I think because he was nervous he had pooped on himself a little bit. But she boxed them up for me and took them to the front. I walked around the reptile area a little longer and got two different types of substrate based on my research. And then I also got a nice rock water dish for him. I should have gotten the hide but I thought I had one so that is something I will have to fix tomorrow. But for now at least he has enough substrate to bury himself in. And if we know anything from Samson the box turtle that is very important to their well-being.

I was so excited to bring him home though.

I left there with my new friend and went straight home to get his enclosure set up. My plan tomorrow is to work on an outdoor enclosure and try to build that out but for now I have a tank inside that I thought would be good. And it's not as wide as I think I will like in the future. But for now it is a good option.

When I got back home my neighbors are outside and I was like I got to show you guys my new tortoise. And I think they thought I was very silly but they were excited for me. And then I went inside and I put our tortoise in the sink. I didn't know where else to keep him and I thought that I could at least clean them off. I have a dedicated toothbrush for that and he was scrubbed up all clean. And while he was getting cleaned off I also was soaking the compressed coconut fiber substrate. I did not soak it for as long as it told me to but instead I broke it up by hand and squished the water into it and that worked really well.

I put the forest floor substrate in first and then I put the coconut fiber on top. And then I put the little dish in and I started putting some fake plants in. And I definitely want to make like a more tricked out enclosure so that he has lots of opportunities to climb on things and just has enough enrichment. But for now I think that this works just fine.

Once he was cleaned off in the tank was set up I brought him over and I put him in and he immediately started digging. So that made me really happy. And I cut up some lettuce for him and by the time I was getting myself ready to go again he was eating and seemed very happy.

Definitely hard to tell on a creature with no eyebrows but he seemed good.

I played with CP for a little bit and I had a little frozen pizza. I cleaned myself up and I fix my makeup and 10 it was basically time for me to go again. I left the house and I drove over to locust point. I stopped at the dollar store and I got a frame and a piece of candy. I walked around for a little bit to see if there was anything that I thought I could use for the turtle but didn't see anything great so I paid and headed to the museum.

I was really excited to see James when I got there. They gave me a big hug and told me I was pretty and then they went home to play a game with their friends and meet our new tortoise. We weren't sure what the name was going to be but at that point we had a couple options. Frank short for Franklin, quiche, focaccia, and bug. But none of them felt right. Franklin was the closest because of the television show Franklin the turtle but I still wasn't feeling it. I really wanted a food name but the ones that we had thought of just didn't feel correct in my mouth.

So I would tell Merrill and Jesse about the tortoise and ask them for some ideas and the name crab cake came up. And honestly it feels perfect. He's kind of shaped like a crab cake and it has really good nickname potential. CC is a really good nickname. Lump. Little lump. Just really good overall name plus it's Baltimore. And it's a food. So I think that is what the name I'm going to go with if I don't come up with something better by the end of the evening.

So I was very excited to talk about my tortoise and then I would run off to the print shop to make the couple a nice print with their names. But I would also make one with their last names just for us. So we celebrated the Cox Johnson wedding and honestly it was a great time.

I was only there to be an educator. But even in doing so I got to hear about Merrill finally getting an actual contract that everyone's happy with and I now have some more clarity on what my guaranteed hours will be in September. And I'm pretty happy with it. I definitely would like more hours but it is a good step forward and it is at least progress in the conversation. So that feels good.

And the event was fun. I was only there for 3 hours but I talked to a lot of good people and I gave my talks about the fire and the machine shop. I didn't feel like as amazingly on like I did the last time but I think that was partially because I was having people that were coming in in the middle of my talking so then I would have to like circle back and that is always hard for me. But I still having a really good time and people were really interested in and they kept thanking me for telling them stuff and they love that they were learning. And that always feels really good.

I also decided to wear my new Crocs today. Which I kept referring to as my formal props because I wore them to a wedding. But they make me feel so tall and they're very comfortable. I definitely think I prefer wearing them with socks then barefoot but I think being barefoot will have its place. Like when things are wet. Like at the beach. But in general I think this is going to be a sock situation. They are comfortable though on my feet feel really nice.

At 6:30 the guests all went to dinner and I went to the front desk. I would drop off my drink and then went to find Merrill and Jesse and we would go and eat some of the appetizers. There really wasn't any vegetarian options so it's mostly just eating the crackers. Little bruschetta. And we just chatted and things were good everyone was busy. Merrill was in charge of this event so Jesse was back and Mr platt's office in the cannery writing contracts. And after he had gone back there me and Meryl were sitting at the front desk talking but at 7:30 approached and it was time for me to go I went back to say goodbye to him and he was wearing the full Mr Black costume. Hat tie and vests. It was so funny. He's so silly. But it was definitely a good night and while I wish that I could have been there for the entire thing because I really do enjoy doing the events I am a little tired from working all day and just a lot of activities so it's nice that I get to come home.

And that's where I am now!! I'm home and looking forward to hanging out with my husband and my animals. I feel tired but happy.

And I hope you do too! I love you all. Goodnight!!

[foggyfanfic]

Hi! I noticed that your works feel very thought through and you mentioned couple of times when you researched something for a scene or in general for the plot

So I wanted to ask, how much time do you usually spend researching for your fanfiction or your art? Do you rewatch the source material and if yes, how many times?

Oh hey look! Things you sent while shadow banned are beginning to reappear! At least, the date on this says it was sent two months ago, but it wasn't in my inbox when I checked it a few days ago.

As usual, I am wordy, so I'm putting a cut.

To be honest, I've been way better at researching things since starting my ADHD meds. That said, generally if I want to include a detail in my story, but I'm not sure how realistic it is, I'll take a few minutes to google it. The amount of time I spend researching it is directly proportional to how much I think people will actually care. So when I need a culturally appropriate food for the characters to eat I'll google a Colombian cookbook, take the first one that looks reasonable for the circumstances (would they have the means to make it? store it? is this a breakfast, lunch or dinner food?) and slap it on the story. Takes me about fifteen minutes at most and it keeps the characters Colombian, so to speak. On the other hand, I wanted to figure out what labels a queer Colombian in the 1950's might have used for themselves so I spent a couple hours researching the queer history of Colombia (although I didn't find much before the 70's). I return to that subject whenever I feel the knowledge blurring away, because I know there's a chance somebody who is queer and from Colombia might read this stuff, and I want to do right by them. I remember when the movie first came out, the arguments over whether or not it was racist to headcanon the characters as queer, so I want to be very careful not to erase their culture while still being true to what I believe about the characters.

Other than that, I can mostly fall back on life knowledge, I grew up in an agriculture heavy area, I went to a community college and took classes in every random subject that caught my attention (from Human Sexuality, to Shakespeare, to basic architecture), and I've had a wide variety of jobs (from personal trainer to deckhand to gallery attendant) so I just kinda know stuff. I double check if I feel like it, like checking what contraception was available in the 1920's, but for the most part I've spent the last ten years trying to figure out what I'm good at other than writing, and in doing so, just made worldbuilding easier for myself. (I have now given up and I'm going back to school to get the damned artsy degree I should have gone for ten years ago.)

As for watching the source material, I have rewatched the movie specifically for fanfic twice (every other time I've rewatched it has been for funsies or in the spanish dub to practice). So far, when I start a new project, I watch the movie again and focus on whatever character my new project is about. For Love and Fury I focused on Bruno, for Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure I focused on Mirabel (and wrote that whole thingie while I did), I just got an idea for a PepaxFelix AU so I miiiiiiight rewatch again, depending on whether or not I want to commit to another big project.

[dhufflebee]

I'm new! whose binotto? How long he was there? What he do to Char?

hi! welcome :) and thanks for the vote of confidence, i'm not sure i'm the best person for the job since i've really gotten back into f1 a couple years ago, but i'll do my best.

i suggest you also do a deep dive into @leqclerc's blog, starting with these 3 posts ( x - x - x ).

mattia binotto was, for better or for worse, a key figure in ferrari up until the end of 2022, when he was let go/fired. he had worked for ferrari as a PU engineer since the schumacher times (not sure about what year he started), and climbed the ranks until he became technical director. due to internal politics - a problem that affects ferrari seemingly endemically - and his own inflated ego, in 2019 he all but forced the scuderia to hand him the role of team principal alongside being TD... and that was an atrociously bad decision, but you know what they say about hindsight.

2019 was the first year for charles leclerc in the team (but let's not forget he had been signed by the previous tp/management) alongside seb vettel; the year wasn't particularly good as a whole, but the car was developed well and the team got 3 wins back to back after summer (including monza with charles, which is A Big Deal). only problem is, in the winter break it came out that ferrari had signed some sort of pact/agreement/whatever with the fia, because apparently the engine had been a bit too much focused on exploiting grey areas of the regulations - both engine and accord being directly linked to binotto in his double role.

so to "protect" this engine project (still to this day nobody knows much about it except that it wasn't outright and wholly illegal), binotto decided not to get penalties & fines like any other team would; instead ferrari was forced by the fia to develop a new, power-limited engine who completely crippled the team in 2020 (and also 2021). the car was horrible to drive, results would not come - seb's and most especially charles's efforts notwithstanding - and internal politics were still rampant. to add fuel to the fire, italian media started a smear campaign against seb, which resulted in him being let go in 2020. a media campaign that started mainly because of results, but binotto's absurd and backwards communication style didn't help, with his tendency to not support, lie to and baby his drivers in statements and team radios.

2021 was a transitory year, last of the regulations - car was slightly better but still bad, nobody was thinking about ferrari much given the wdc fight. only noteworthy thing (and again: hindsight) was that carlos sainz joined ferrari, a driver coveted and handpicked by binotto himself.

2022 was when it all came to a head. new regs were established and apparently ferrari had the best car of them all: the first races were quite the sweep with charles seemingly poised to become wdc with the way he was dominating. except, engine reliability was an issue (not disastrous but charles did lose some wins because of that) and worst of all, the team and the wdc campaign under binotto were handled in the most shitty and maliciously bad way you can imagine. important tidbit: in the beginning, carlos was struggling in the car while charles soared, and it's clear now that binotto hated that and worked like hell to favour the driver he chose. meaning the strategies were amateurish, with wins and podiums lost - usually by charles - due to absurd decisions from the pitwall (wrong tyre choices, driver's suggestions getting blatantly ignored, pit stop fumbles like in monaco, charles constantly getting sacrificed because "he could recover", etc). absolute worst of the worst, ferrari robbed charles at gunpoint in silverstone, a race he was comfortably leading and going to win, until they chose to not pit him and to leave him out on old tyres to be overtaken, handing carlos the victory and kicking charles off the poium entirely. to make matters even worse, binotto wagged his finger in charles's face telling him he had to stay put and enjoy (maybe you've seen pictures, it was the single most enarging moment in a wholly enraging weekend).

that race was really the beginning of the end. i cannot let you understand the amount of hate the scuderia got for that result, from fans (especially charles's) but also from media and other teams who were all absolutely baffled by the team's choice. because you see, at that point of the year charles was still way above carlos in points and was still fighting for the wdc - silverstone basically killed that. firstly because it had been a conscious choice to hand carlos his first career win (something the team had been trying to do for a while), and then because it was the most blatant consequence of a season that should have been vehemently focused around charles (much like 2023!max) and instead saw binotto saying there was absolutely no need to establish hierarchy between the drivers at any point in the season (ignoring the huge gap in points and talent), that the team wasn't actually doing that bad of a job after all, that they still could win (if only it wasn't for the pesky driver who can't be a strategist and mechanic as well... if you read between the lines). binotto and the team never took responsibility for anything, letting the brunt of the mistakes and the failed endeavor to be shouldered by charles, which also warped people's ideas of charles and carlos and the media narrative about them - something you can still clearly see the effect of, and probably always will.

after summer break minor regs changed and any wdc hope charles had slipped away. the car got worse AND was developed more towards carlos's preferences to be more stable and him more comfortable, so as a whole less fast (the same path that produced the 2023 car, a monstrosity that was still developed by binotto as a "last gift"). charles had to fight tooth and nail but became vicechampion at the end of the year - still no hierarchy established, still not a single race in which charles was helped or favoured during his solid wdc campaign. we don't exactly know what happened behind the scenes, but after more than one year we can extrapolate with a good amount of certainty that the situation was very bad, and that at some point there was a concrete risk of charles deciding to quit ferrari - at least if binotto stayed.

at the end of 2022 it was announced binotto would leave the team (meaning not only his undeserved and disastroudly managed tp role, but the admittedly more successful engineering side as well), and alongside him most of his loyal cohort left too, especially those people he'd promoted to high roles with mixed results. after a short while fred vasseur was chosen to be the new tp - a move probably done in part to assuage charles (who, no matter what people say, is still ferrari's greatest asset) but also to bring new life and a new managerial approach to the team. fred basically had to restructure everything, but most importantly he brought a new way of working and communicating inside the team and towards the outside, focusing on honesty and mistake correction - something charles keeps praising (and that still gives hints about how shit the atmosphere must have been under binotto).

all in all, binotto has been a terrible team principal, probably one of the worst in ferrari's history, who got meagre results yet managed to fumble great drivers, cars and engines, the team's reputation - and to nuke an apparently foolproof wdc campaign. impressive, really, if it hadn't been so painful to live through.

[larabiatasstuff]

Hey bestie! I have a new character request hear for you 😁 This ones about Brandon Miller! I had this idea in my head that maybe you and Brandon fell in love when you both started working undercover for the time agency. But one day, things get very dangerous and you die saving Brandon. He's distraught about losing you, so he goes back in time and saves you, bringing you back to the present with him 🤗 take all the time you need bestie, love you 💚💚💚

Oh Bestie that's an amazing request 🖤 I'm really excited to write for Brandon. 🤗 This part one🙏

"Are you ready to go? You know the doc hates it when we're late." I said to Brandon "Yeah I'm ready. But seriously she could calm down a bit it just happened once.And it truly wasn't my fault you looked so sexy that day I couldn't even think straight. What do you think, where does she send us this time?" I put a few documents in my folder and put it in my backpack. "I don't know but I hope it's more exciting than the last time. " "Not a fan of the Salem witch trials I see."he said hugging me from behind "Seriously I still have the smell of smoke and burning flesh in my nose. That's not funny. " "Oh yes I remember that was horrible." I took a quick look at the watch "It's time, we shouldn't let them wait." I said and with that we went out of our apartment to the car. I sat in the passenger seat and watched Brandon who was driving. I felt like the luckiest woman on earth. We both started working for the time agency two years ago. First we were partners and it didn't take long for us to become friends. After one mission where we had to pretend to be a married couple we finally found the courage to confess our feelings for each other and since then we were inseparable. "What are you looking at?", he asked with a smirk. "At the man of my life that I love with all my heart." he parked the car and looked at me "I love you too baby. More than anything else." then he leaned over and gave me a very sensual kiss. After that we got out of the car and went directly to the meeting room. "Alright I repeat you Y/N will stay at the saloon to distract the people while Brandon eliminates the suspect.This is an in and out mission. All clear?" the doc asked "Yes." we said in unison "Isn't Ryan coming with us?" I asked "Oh no I have to stay here for some examination. Good luck you two." Brandon and I went to the locker rooms " So the wild west, could be interesting." I said looking at him. " Sounds like an easy thing, but I'm more curious about your outfit if I'm honest. " he said biting his lip." You're unbelievable. Alright let's get ready before the doc gets angry." so we both went into the locker room.

[cassandrasimplex]

Extra depressed today about the way people treat chronic pain like it's just your personality.

A group of friends was recently super supportive and kind about a friend who hurt their back a while ago, continuing to offer sympathy and check on how they felt for a couple of weeks, so my next bad pain day I thought I'd try actually saying so. Maybe I haven't been giving them enough credit for compassion. Maybe all the times they've basically rolled their eyes and moved on to another topic were because we were all much younger and not as gentle with each other the last time I dared to mention being in pain. Maybe-

Nope. When it's me in "lie in bed and cry about it" levels of the same kind of back pain, again, only one person even noticed I'd said anything, and their only response was "I felt the same way this morning!"

I spent months trying to get this group to play an online game with me or get a remote movie night together or anything, anything to spend time together that wasn't "let's all get together for a party/movie/play/concert/shopping trip" and got that awkward "nobody's interested because we all have more interesting things to do but nobody wants to come out and say so" non-response to it. Friend got a whole discussion going on behind their back about online things the group could do to keep them occupied while they recover that resulted in group praxis.

I'm struggling with being jealous as fuck, not in the way that means I wish my friend wasn't getting support, but in the way that means I wish they would treat me they way they do a friend they know is in pain. And "people treat chronic-pain friends like our pain is just part of our personality" is the generous assumption here, because the alternatives are that they believe the other person is in real pain but I'm not or that they just don't care about me as much as they do the other person.

I've known some of them for 20-30 years (and been in pain the whole time). I'm trying hard to reassure myself that if they thought I was lying or just didn't really think of me as much of a friend, I'd have noticed those facts more directly by now.

Your chronic-pain friends are not in any less pain than you would be if you felt the same way. We've just had to get better at hiding it because otherwise nobody would talk to us at all.

[rustycottoncandy]

I wanted to get myself to draw something, so here's a lazy little drawing featuring Jackie a few weeks post-Melody's death, pretty much just thinking about what she would say to her if she could!

She later writes it out in a letter aimed to her now deceased "friend", which you can see under the 'read more' thingie (TW: Murder):

“Dear Melody,

These couple of days have been... Strange, and quieter than usual. If you were here to see us, you'd be shaking your head at how much of a mess this has become.

I sort of miss you, but at the same time, I don't miss you. It's confusing, really. On one hand, I want to hug you and never let you go, as if you were some sort of... Giant stuffed animal or something, but on the other hand, I don't even want to be associated with you. Jesus, this is surreal.

Sometimes, I think of what happened and want to say “I told you”. I told you this would happen if we kept your stupid scarring thing up. And it did. It fucking did.

Was it really so hard to listen to me? To us? Did it have to take something so terrible for you to even think that your little idea might, and just might be a little too extreme? Unhinged, perhaps? Was it so hard to listen?

I suppose it was.

I remember looking at you at the moment and wondering, «is this it? Does it end here?»

Of course, I didn't want it to. Who would?

I remember hearing people yelling, screaming like crazy. I remember some cheering, too, and people leaving the place. At the same time it's like a blur. It doesn't matter now, it's in the past.

I used to look at you and think to myself that things would get better and, if not that day, then some day you would come to realize your flaws and work on them. That you would take off your blindfold. A strange delusion that told me that one day, I would have my Alice back, and that one day, we could smile again, and laugh genuenly, and that all the scabs across your body would reduce to scars and fade from the spotlight. But that didn't happen. There wasn't enough time for it to. You cut it from us.

Oh, and the guy that the lights chose that day? The teen that chose the initial's place on April 3rd?

They killed him just a few days ago. A bunch of people gathered and beat the boy in your name. In the name of Melody. It's disgusting, really.

I'm not sure if you're aware of how many lives you've taken away. Perhaps not directly, but that kid's not the only person that's gone with you. You know that, right?

I'm not even talking about now specifically. Even when you were still here, people would do stupid things to imitate you and your... Games or whatever you want to call it and slip up. They weren't exceptional cases, Melody. Of course, not all of them died, but they were still hurting themselves for... you. For what? *Because* of what? God— I know it's over, but it still angers me. Melody, if you know you've got millions of eyeballs on you, the last thing you should do is teach them to drag a blade across their bodies. I can't believe I have to say this in the first place, it is supposed to be common sense.

Maybe I should stop writing. You won't even read this thing, anyway. You can't. Talking to you now is useless.

Why am I doing this?”

[timeoverload]

Today was ok I guess. The morning was boring. I was just going through the motions as usual and I didn't want to be there. I tried to distract myself with music. I haven't been listening to music as much lately and I think it's because I hate using tidal now. It's really hard to find new stuff to listen to on there. I started using spotify again and I missed it. That made my day a little more bearable.

The afternoon was also pretty boring. I was ok with that because I didn't feel like doing a ton of shit. It was also 80 degrees in our department because the air conditioner wasn't working correctly again. One of the doctors got crabby because the sharp westcott scissors in his set weren't sharp enough. They had to open 7 peel packed westcott scissors because he wasn't happy with any of them. Some of them were labeled as sharp, but they were actually blunt. It's so hard to tell sometimes because they have been sent out for sharpening many times and the tips on the older ones are a little warped. He told the tech that whoever put the tray together needs to relearn the instruments. I think I was the person who wrapped it, but it was also a new tray that the coordinator had set up so I didn't look that close at it because she said it was good to go. It probably wasn't my fault but it irritates me that he talks to people that way. He is just grouchy all the time like a lot of the other doctors. I understand that they have a hard job but they don't need to take out their stress on other people. I just don't care for him too much because he has a history of being rude to everyone, including patients. One time he called a patient and he yelled at them. He told them they needed to get to the hospital now or he wouldn't do their surgery for them. Their surgery wasn't even scheduled until later in the day so he had no right to do that. A couple years ago, he ran into me super hard because he wasn't looking where he was going. I almost fell over and he didn't apologize. He just kept walking. He's a jerk with no manners.

The guy that has a crush on me was being weird again. He came up to me earlier and started talking about going to the movies. He asked me if I like going to movies because there's a new one coming out that he said looks good. He didn't ask me directly, but I could tell that he was trying to see if I would go with him in a roundabout way. He was very nervous when he was talking to me about that so it was pretty obvious. I told him I would just wait until that movie was out of the theaters so I could stream it instead. He got disappointed and backed off. I don't care. I don't get paid enough to deal with his shit. I'm still upset about what he said to me last week. I also catch him observing me often and it makes me uncomfortable because I feel like he is studying me or something. He makes comments about the little things I do that I don't think anybody else notices. Later in the day, he came to ask me for advice. He was asking me why people don't take him seriously and he asked me how I think he could fix that. I told him he needs to stop joking around constantly and maybe people will. He acted like he was surprised, but maybe he will listen. I still want to get away from him.

I am glad that I got off work on time and I didn't have to scramble to get shit done before I left. Tomorrow morning is also going to be easy for me. I only have 3 cases. I have 15 in the afternoon so that is going to be lame. I'm not going to think about it anymore right now. I'm sure it will be fine.

I really hope I hear back about that job sometime in the near future. I want to quit so bad. I have been waiting for the right opportunity to leave and this is it. I knew I didn't want to settle on just any job. I want to be somewhere that I will be happy and be respected. I want to be able to pester my favorite person/boyfriend every day. ;) Hopefully everything will get sorted out soon.

I also want to have fun now. I don't want to be in this room anymore. I am tired of bugs. I realized that I haven't been getting spider bites at night like I thought I was. The bites are too small to be spider bites. I'm not covered in them. There are just a few little spots on my legs but they are so itchy. I actually think I have some kind of mites living in my bed. I guess that's what happens when you have a 16 year old mattress. I know it's not bed bugs or fleas, thankfully. I can't see whatever it is that is doing that. I'm glad it's not too serious but I am uncomfortable. I don't think I am going to be able to get rid of them unless I take everything out of here and deep clean. I am going to do some cleaning this week so hopefully I can make it a little more bearable. I don't think it will affect anyone else in the house because everyone else's room is a lot cleaner than mine is. I can't wait until I can throw this bed in the dumpster where it belongs. I think I would probably cry if I could sleep in a nice bed. I don't want to live like this anymore.

I don't want to do anything the rest of the night as usual. I think about all of the shit I want to do all day and then by the time I get here, I don't have any motivation left. It's so annoying. I wasn't always like this. I already took a shower so now I just need to make food soon. I am going to relax and I will try not to stay up till 11:30 like I did last night. I hope that tomorrow will be a good day.

I hope everyone else has a good day tomorrow. Thanks for listening to me vent about stuff. :) 💖💖💖

[wonderfuldeath]

.o| Horror Island: Yoongi. |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, self doubt, murder, graphic depictions

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« - It's going to rain soon. Be careful, will you? 

- Yes, Mother, don't worry, I'll be home in two days at the latest. 

- A couple of days? So you were planning to go further than the lake? 

- Unfortunately, the first berries of winter only grow there.

- Oh, well. Fine. Be careful out there. May the forest guard you. » 

It was solemn, as if he wasn't really going for a walk in the forest, but for something else entirely. A sort of ball of anguish made itself felt in his stomach, even though daylight hadn't yet lit up the village. With his bag slung over his shoulder and his precarious camping gear in hand, he hurried quietly through the deserted village streets. It didn't take Yoongi long to reach the winding path, strewn with branches and slippery stones, damp with late autumn. Winter would soon arrive and the lake would almost certainly be too frozen for anyone to reach safely. Yoongi would have to move fast if he didn't want to get caught in the trap of snow and ice. He had left a note for Hoseok that he, Namjoon and Jin would meet at the temple, after which only time would tell. 

« -This is sheer madness, do you realize that? What if someone caught on us? We'll look like fools. 

- So we listen to the priest and give up trying to find them? 

- Who's to say they just didn't leave after all? 

- If that had been the case then we would have had a message long ago, however we got nothing. »

Yoongi watches the couple disagree with the assurance that at least that hasn't changed. His smile widened as the two turned to look at him, and he approached without making a sound in the wilderness. The temple was a large building and it would take some time for the couple to get around it. Enough to give him time to reach the berries plain and check the lake to see if he didn't find something interesting. A clue to the sudden disappearance of the couple, or even one of them. It was necessary to remain rational and keep a cool head if no one wanted to go mad. 

« -It's now been almost two months since they disappeared together, and the village is doing nothing to find them. Still... 

- I know, Seokjin. We'll search the temple as we said we would, but if we find nothing... 

- Then there's nothing to worry about. Taehyung and Jungkook will just have disappeared, nothing more. »

A distinct nod of the head, and he left them to get back on the road, the sun already too high for his liking, if he stayed here too long then Yoongi knew the chances of returning soon were slim. He hurried to the path leading directly to the lake. He'd only have to walk a few kilometers to reach the blue beacon, then he'd have no trouble reaching his destination. The late autumn sun is cool against his white skin, and his feline gaze searches for the slightest hint on the now icy water. The color isn't the same as it was two months ago, as if something really dirty had fallen in. His little nose wrinkles, and he hears the strange sound of something falling into the water. It only lasts a fraction of a second but he can make out Jungkook's clothes, before a powerful blow knocks him to the ground. 

« - Come on, wake up. »

The boiling hot water makes him react, squealing unflatteringly, his vision obstructed by the cloth against his eyes as he tries to move in vain. The strong bonds against his back hurt so much, they're so tight. The voice of the man in front of him is not unfamiliar, but he can't make out who he is. It's as if his body refuses to make the connection. All of Yoongi's senses seem to be awake as he tries to follow his assailant's movements. 

« -You killed Jungkook. 

- Oh, that's not even a question? I'm surprised by you. I didn't think you were that smart. Unfortunately, it's not true, I didn't do anything to him. He killed himself. Like a grown-up. 

- To him? 

- I can't say the same for his boyfriend and the two snooper. I'll go and take care of them once I'm done here. »

An icy feeling runs down his back, and Yoongi puts more heart into trying to free himself, his wrists aching as he moves like some kind of animal trapped in the hands of a dangerous predator. His heart beats loudly in his ears, as if trying to get out of them, and still he tries to remain as calm as possible. A rustling makes him go on the defensive and he lands a kick against the man, who retaliates with a nice punch, certainly breaking his nose. 

« -I must say, I expected a little more smart from you. You disappoint me Yoongi, of all people, I thought you'd be the most annoying. When in the end, the main problem is that bitch. » 

The blow to his stomach sends him rolling into a ball, his breath catching for a second in his chest before a hiccup passes his lips. He feels as if he's suffocating in pain as someone grabs his hair. The snide laugh makes him wince and he spits, hoping to hit his assailant. 

« -You think you're free? You'll be hanged in the public square. Everyone will play with your corpse. No one will have mercy on a murderer like you. 

 - As if that would scare me. Death is a concept for mortals Yoongi. Not for gods. »

A touch of madness makes him doubt, and for a moment he's left breathing in the dust on the ground, before he's forced up with a firm hand, his heart racing as he's forced to sit on a chair, or something similar. He starts struggling again, like a wildcat, trying to break free from the claws of a much larger animal. 

« - I'm glad you came here. I'll be honest with you, you were the thing that terrified me the most. Never alone, surrounded by everyone. How could I attack without anyone noticing? And then you came to me. 

- You're completely ill. You won't get off that easy. When the others realize... 

- Oh stop it, all these lost lambs doesn't care, they only care about their big lives and little ideologies. Nobody's gonna look down on me like that bitch does. I swear to God, she'll pay for her narcissism. What a wonderful scene to see her face when she discovers my masterpiece.

- Your masterpiece? You call that a masterpiece?!

- Oh, yes, I do. My best painting. You mark my words. She'll regret looking down on me. After all, it's not my fault. It's hers. If you have to curse someone, curse the chief's daughter. Without her, we wouldn't be here. »

Yoongi tries to understand, before the stabbing pain that makes him howl takes hold of him. His blood beads against his icy cheeks as the first rain's drop begin to fall on their entwined bodies. His tears of pain mingle with the blood, and he tries to stay awake as it throws him. He listens to the retreating man. 

« -What are you doing? Where are you going? 

- Not far little Yoongi. Don't be afraid. We're never alone in death. »

The first thunderclap suffocated him, and he tried to free himself again, moving his head to remove what had been forced into both his eyes. Then he heard the lightning crackle. Then the explosion of the storm in the distance, his body becoming a mere puppet. 

                                                                    -x-

The thunderstorm outside makes Taehyung wake up violently, moving his hands against his face, he looks around to put himself back in time. Outside, the rain bursts against the glass, and he can hear the city's horns, as well as see the lights dancing. Running a hand angrily through his hair, he looks at the shot of the hundred-year-old tree. The conifer seems to glare at him with its dull, empty gaze, and he throws the shot away. Falling limply back into bed. He catches his breath as best he can. 

« -What's happening to me? Am I going crazy or something? Pull yourself together, Tae.. Take a breath. These are just dreams, nothing more. »

Yet he could still feel the crackle of lightning against his cheeks, as if he'd caught the storm himself that evening, in that terrifying forest.

[tiikerikani]

I sold the last cape!!

2023.05.19 – Helsingin Kultturitalo

I wore the same outfit again.

I wish I didn't have to do it but if I'm on the metro in my costume and questionable-looking people show up close to me I leave at the next stop and hop into the next car or wait for the next train. I'm self-confident enough to be out in public like this but not to deal with the harassment, especially without a common language to communicate firmly in.

The usual suspects were not there as early as I was to loiter around outside. People would show up but they'd go to the restaurant next door and get coffee or drinks. It was warm generally, but cool in the shade. My hands were getting a little cold from me standing outside for an hour but this is practically tradition now.

As instructed, I asked Merch Lady to run back and get the two missing signatures for my playing cards.

The one from the "regulars": "I got the cards signed ages ago." (Good for you. I wasn't originally going to have them signed because I figured it'd be a common thing people would want to do.)

I did not see the blondes.

It started like 10 minutes late probably because it took a while to usher everybody into the room.

Although I bought this ticket the instant they went on sale, please believe me when I say that I did not intentionally buy the dead center seat in the front row. It didn't look like that on the map!!! As you know I find it a little awkward to be RIGHT THERE!! directly in front of Senpai and I wonder if something went through his mind about it too. Or not. I assume it's a pretty typical fangirl move.

I still don't like it but I guess that's just how they're doing the ending to Samaan mutkaan kaatunut now, going into the transition track while they move stuff into place for the acoustic set. With a dramatic song like that, the silences can be immensely powerful, and it's likely one reason it's the last track on the album. So it kinda sucks not to have that dramatic silence at the end.

It's hard to capture in a still picture but they're headbanging at this point (you know, where the song goes epic)

But I also didn't like the other end of this transition - this time he did introductions instead of starting right into Exodus. IIRC, he'd previously done introductions after the song. Does this shave some seconds off the running time?? Who knows. A cold open makes it so much more EERIE. (Indeed, it DOES open its respective album.)

All four ladies were wearing the pendant :)

Markus was wearing normal people black socks.

The strings doubled (?) their parts in the recorded intro to Faarao, which I don't think I have seen them do before. Normally they just play the recording, although a couple of times they have actually performed it (albeit slightly shortened).

Speaking of which, the ladies do a little "walk like an Egyptian" bit during the bridge (as you do)

In Turku I had seen somebody leave with one of the remaining capes, and during my awkward chit-chatting had found out that there was apparently only one left after that.

"HEY! I recognize you from the Facebook group!" somebody calls out to me. He says he really likes the cape and wishes he had one, and said that Senpai had told him they had all been sold.

"It's your lucky day! You see that hanging on the wall over there? It's a blue one, but it's THE LAST CAPE and it can be yours if you want it!!"

So he bought it :D

I told Janne that I had hoped to talk to Senpai last time and was hoping I could do that this time, but he was like "everything would be crazy if he came out here" and I suppose he means that Senpai is now too much of a big deal to pop into the lobby after concerts because he'll obviously get mobbed. I think it's his own choice whether he wants to talk to fans or not; it's not something his bandmates can decide on his behalf…

But in any case, I suspect that I am still on Senpai's good side. ("I think he likes you," says the fan whom I met last summer.) If he were tired of me, he wouldn't keep gesturing at me in the same song, whenever he can see me in the first row. I've run out of fingers to count the times he's done this. He is clearly doing it intentionally. But I can only speculate why… (You're not obliged to follow the literal meaning of the text with your choreography???)

So okay I'll go home like a normal person. I figure they were having some crazy party somewhere anyway.

There's always room for one more infectiously happy Senpai picture

[Concert write-up archive and master calendar]

[sakinotfound]

thank you

pairing: ken "draken" ryuuguji x reader (platonic)

genre: fluff, angst

synopsis: draken and you start living together; draken gets shot (happy ending though)

warnings: very long post under the cut, abuse, unstable childhood, death, sharing the same bedroom (don't worry no nsfw, it's completely platonic), gunshot, blood, mentions of suicide, hospitals

"hold on, so you're telling me you don't even have a proper place to live at the moment?" Draken looked at you as if you had grown horns.

it was somewhere around midnight. one of the TOMAN's meetings had just ended and Mikey had dismissed everybody. you were always one of the last people to leave.

you had a genuine reason though. one; life at home wasn't the best. after your parents had died, you were supposed to live with your aunt and uncle, which was the worst decision your parents had made. they treated you horribly and on top of that the daily domestic violence you had to watch and endure. so you never really wanted to go back 'home', instead you just stalled time till you had to go back.

two; just a few days ago they had kicked you out because according to them "you were too much to take care of". and you weren't mad at them, they weren't wrong. they were very poor, poorer than your parents, they couldn't really afford to take care of a growing child. so for the time being you had literally nowhere to live. you slept in any warm place you found for the night considering most of your daytime was spent in school, library, TOMAN missions and meetings. you never wanted anyone to know about your life, for it was embarrassing to you and the complete opposite of your cool personality many people were fascinated by and many scared shitless of.

well that wasn't the case anymore since Draken found out about this and he was horrified. he just couldn't fathom the fact that a literal fifteen year old was homeless, residing in the streets of Tokyo and was a member of TOMAN, a very crucial member of TOMAN at that. this all sounded like a lie, a joke but you were never the one to make any jokes. always being professional and straight to the point.

and that is exactly how you ended up at Draken's 'home' - a brothel. it would have been weird to others but for you the building was just warm and safe. you tried to refuse and stop Draken but it was a lost game from the start. as he was talking to the manager of the brothel about you staying with him you looked around the place.

you had never got personally involved in any of the boys' lives. Draken had always been quiet and reserved about him anyways, so it was definitely an experience to get to know about your second leader. Mikey and him were the only ones who could give you orders since you worked directly under them and only for them. you weren't part of any divisions and hence had no superiors other than the two blonds.

"y/n c'mere." Draken motioned you towards him. 

"okay, so, hypothetically if i were to ask you to share a room with me, different beds of course!" he mentioned quickly. "how would that idea sound to you?"

you stared at him wide eyed, shocked. you just stared at him for a couple of seconds, not believing your ears.

is he joking?

Draken started freaking out thinking he had definitely sounded very creepy and you must be feeling so uncomfortable.

you both were in a brothel and he asked you to share a room. definitely weird. he didn't mean it in that way though, all he wanted was for you to get a place to stay which was safe.

he knew living in brothel wasn't exactly where a child should stay at but he couldn't offer you anything better, he himself could only afford this much. he also knew that the women here would definitely give you a sense of family like they gave to him and you wouldn't feel lonely considering all you really spent time with were the boys and no other friends. even though a brothel, it was a safe place. besides he knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself. moreover he would be there with you always so triple safety. 

"oh my God, i am so sorry y/n, i know ho-"

"bed?" you cut him off with big sparkling eyes.

"huh?" he looked at you confused.

"did you just say, i would have my own bed?"

"i- yeah, of course." his eyebrows furrowed.

"oh my God! thank you! thank you so much Draken. you- i- oh my God." you were on cloud nine.

your face split in a huge smile which you weren't able to control, there was a slight jump in your walk and your eyes were glossy as you tried your best not to cry. 

you never had a room, a bed, such a warm and cosy place to call home. it didn't bother you one bit what happened in this building. all your mind could comprehend was: no more fighting, no more abuse, no more threats, no more sleeping on the cold, uncomfortable, back-pain causing wooden floor. and you got to live with one of the only people you trusted!

"wait, you aren't mad?" Draken's eyes widened.

"what- mad? why would i be mad? oh God, you have no idea how happy i am! this is the best thing that has happened to me. thank you so much! you're an angel." all you wanted in that moment was to squeeze the 6' guy standing in front of you in a bone-crushing hug but you refrained from it in order to not make him uncomfortable and for him to potentially change his mind. 

Draken's stance visibly relaxed and he seemed much happier now. he sent you a kind smile and led you to your now shared room since they didn't have any more spare rooms for you. it wasn't a hotel after all.

since that day forth, you started living with Draken and your life changed, for good. you both woke up at 7 a.m. together, had breakfast together, went to school together, came back and had lunch, finished homework and helped each other out from time to time, studying for tests together. the girls at the brothel were very welcoming and kind to you. they always helped you and did things for you even when you never asked for help. it filled your heart with so much warmth and happiness. sometimes they would ask you two to help with things like lifting heavy things or getting stuff from the store or ordering them food or massaging them since they were tired.

usually you both left for TOMAN meetings together if any of you wasn't busy. nobody really questioned anything until one time Baji saw you sitting on the driver's seat of Draken's bike and him standing back. that was when they all found out about what was happening.

life was going great, fabulous, you enjoyed every day even though there were always small things that caused inconveniences. but Draken was a great constant support in your life. he was a phenomenal best friend.

---

you licked the ice-cream as you exited the ice-cream shop. it was a pleasant evening today, and after a long time you finally had some time for yourself. so you decided to roam around a bit and have some fun. just parallel to the ice-cream shop was an amusement park. 

perfect!

as you neared the park, your smile faded from your face. a sudden shock wave hit you like a tsunami. a gunshot. loud and clear. there was no mistaking it. you have heard it before. but not in a fully populated place. it was always indoors or in an abandoned place where nobody could see - both for your and others safety.

being an ex-member of a now disbanded gang and someone who actually dealt with the ugly and serious business of the gang, your fight or flight kicked in and you ran towards the source of sound without a second thought as if on autopilot.

what you saw upon reaching the site made the night even worse. what started as an amazing day turned into a horrific night.

making sure the shooter was nowhere near, you ran towards the direction of your best friend, fellow ex-gang mate and your roommate's limp body as he lay on the concrete, staring at the sky. he looked so peaceful. as if he was contended with his situation, as if he wanted this to happen and would love to end this all and take a much wanted leave from this life of pain and suffering. and although almost all of us have had these thoughts at least once, that didn't mean you were going to let him die.

"DRAKEN!" you screamed as you kneeled down next to his body, beautiful crimson pooling around his torso.

blood drained from your face, as wide eyes stared at his bleeding, dying form. your heart pounded against your ribs erratically. suddenly it felt as if breathing was a voluntary action that you had trouble conducting. 

but witnessing these things multiple times in your life as a somewhat assassin for the gang, you were quick on your feet.

it was on the tips of your fingertips, you knew by heart how to handle a situation like this. hell, you could do this in your sleep. yet this time, your body was brimming with anxiety. you felt like you were choking up as a lump formed in your throat. 

in the background you could hear Takemichi mumbling something and there was someone, around your age, with him. Always the one to take care of your surroundings, you noticed them standing frozen to the spot. you yelled at them to call the ambulance right now. 

you took off your sweater leaving you in a tight tank top hugging your toned torso. wrapping it as tightly as possible around his wound, you applied pressure to it. you had a strong urge to cry but you wouldn't. 

this wasn't the time. Draken needed you. crying wouldn't help. besides you didn't want tears to blur your view, you needed to see Draken.

"Draken, Draken are you listening to me?" you asked, your voice cracked but you quickly cleared your throat. 

"Draken, i need you to stay awake. do not lose consciousness. i know it's hard but please try to stay awake. please don't close your eyes."

"y/n-"

"shh, you don't need to talk. i am here with you. you'll be fine. i don't think the bullet hit any vital organs, you'll be fine. i promise. just please stay with me, okay?"

it was plausible how firm your voice was and how smartly you were handling the situation considering you were on the verge to bawl your eyes out and vomit from the sheer fear and anxiety coursing through your veins at the moment. all sorts of worst case scenarios, what-ifs (which didn't sound too unrealistic at the moment) were scattered in your brain and you had to put great efforts to not let your panic show or take control over you.

you needed to be calm in order for Draken to remain calm. even though he was eerily calm and collected which was scaring the shit out of you, if you were being honest.

"no, i have to. stop. don't try to save me-"

"shut up Draken. what the fuck are you on about? this isn't a joke. you're acting like you're in your last years, waiting to die. dude, you are like seventeen. chill. you have so much to do, so much to work for-"

"y/n-"

"s-so much to," you gulped hard as you started losing hope every minute that passed. but you shook your head.

no. Draken will not die. i wouldn't let him.

"y/n please. please let me talk. i want to tell you something before i die." for the first time, this evening he shifted his gaze from the sky and towards you. "thank you."

"no!" you screamed, anger simmering in your body. "shut up! just shut up! don't act or-or talk like these are your last words-"

"but they are." he smiled sadly.

"no they are not! they are the fuck not. you aren't going to die. if i said it, i said it. now talk something else to me. let's talk about the new manga that came out. keep talking to me."

Draken laughed at your words which left him coughing up blood and wheezing for air. 

"after Emma passed away, i thought i would die. i would kill myself too. i couldn't bear living without her. i had planned my whole future with her, you know? i may not have shown it y/n but you being there with me was what kept me sane. i didn't want to be alone. it scared me, it haunted me. Emma's lifeless body came in my nightmares until you decided to hug me each night before going to sleep and shifted our beds closer. until you kept me so busy i couldn't dwell on those negative thoughts but at the same time helped me with dealing with my lover's death in a healthy way. thank you so much." he took a deep breath.

you shifted the position of the sweater as the previous part was soaked with his blood. you begged the Gods up above to please save him, to bring the ambulance quickly so that he could get immediate first aid and assistance with breathing which was obviously getting hard for him.

"you had always been the sane one except for Mitsuya and i and trust me we are both very grateful for that," you cracked a smile. "it was a blessing having you in our, in my life. i loved sharing my personal life with you which i never thought i would do with anyone. even Mikey isn't that involved, you know?"

it was definitely shocking to hear that. Draken and Mikey had always been the closest. "the same goes for you, pretty boy."

"thank you for being the most amazing best friend anyone could ever have." his eyes crinkled close as he gave you a big smile.

and as if God heard your prayers, you could clearly hear the siren that came with the arrival of an ambulance. never in your life had you been so happy on someone's arrival.

you backed off as the two women carried Draken on a stretcher and loaded it in the vehicle. you quickly got inside.

a somewhat relief found you as you saw the nurse putting an oxygen mask on him whilst the other cleaned the wound, removing your sweater.

---

the waiting room outside the operation theater was filled with twelve teenagers namely: Takashi Mitsuya, Chifuyu Matsuno, Keisuke Baji, Senju Kawaragi, Takemichi Hanagaki, Hakkai Shiba, Kazutora Hanemiya, Peh-yan, Pah-chin, Yuzuha Shiba, Hinata Tachibana and you.

Takemichi and Senju had just returned after being patched up following the fight of the three deities. you all waited outside for the doctor to confirm Draken's safety but it had been hours and no one had come out of the room with a bright red bulb attached to the top of it's entrance door.

"y/n?" you looked up to see Mitsuya standing in front of you with two coffee cups. "here have something, you haven't eaten or drank in hours."

looking around you saw everyone with a cup. you smiled at the lavender haired boy, always being the caring one. you mumbled a small thank you and took the steaming hot cup from his hands. 

"you did your best y/n, there is no point worrying now. what is bound to happen will happen, you couldn't have done anything else." he smiled at you as he walked to stand near Hakkai.

Hina was talking to Takemichi, they both looked at you and Hina walked towards your drooping form.

"hey." she mumbled, her voice soothing and soft as always.

"hey." you croaked out.

Yuzuha took a seat next to you. the two girls didn't say anything but placed two light kisses on either side of your head, just keeping you company.

this was what made you almost break down. you remembered how Hina, Yuzuha, Emma and you used to comfort each other by giving hugs and kisses. you missed Emma. having already lost one of your friends you didn't want to lose another one. 

but just then the doctor came out, making you spring up to your feet and look at the woman expectantly.

your heart raced a mile an hour. negative thoughts threatening to take control of your rationality but you knew better. you yearned for those words you wished you heard that night when your parents died but you never did. you didn't want history to repeat itself.

please not another person i love.

"he is out of danger." the lady smiled.