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1zashreena1 · 4 years ago

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Quarantine- New Ranch Flavor! -5

18+, m/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary: Princess is stranded in NYC with her Murder Panther for the duration of the quarantine. As a high risk patient she has no choice but to isolate as much as possible. Simulated domesticity ensues. Princess texts a running commentary to her bff Lisa.

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and ‘the code is more like guidelines’ outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

No actual smut, nasty ass snack foods, plus size insecurity, unprotected sex, feels are icky, plus size woman+fit man, bad boys with too much money and not enough impulse control, secondary OCs, excessive swearing (???), illegal business dealings… I mean, its DIEGO

A/N: Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me (plus size, white, short, blue eyes, curly hair). If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I’m not a fan of “plot” so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

TAGLIST: @chelsfic @symbiont13 @nicke0115 @bunnykjm @rosee-sensuelle @girlpornparadise @mandoplease @heresathreebee @xxsteph-enrixx @jetiikad @joalsglasses @mutantcookiesecrets @demoncatstone @squidlywiddly87

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged.

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Thursday 11:22am

From Princess

Day 1 and I literally have an ice pack on my pussy and

Hold on he’s not wearing pants again gtg

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Friday 9:49am

From Princess

Video chatting with sister when Diego walks past in the background… shirtless.

She put her phone down (my entire screen was just ceiling) and I could hear her crying. Hung up after 10 min

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Friday 10:14pm

From Princess

He sucks ass at Jenga and its adorable

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Saturday 11:49am

From Princess

I was provided a to-do list for the day.

It's just his name

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Sunday 1:32pm

From Princess

We have sorted every liquid in the penthouse into 2 categories:

Potential Lube

Definitely Not Lube

Except we’re arguing about ranch dressing

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Sunday 2:17pm

From Princess

Update: Ranch went into the Not Lube category because it “smells nasty when it gets warm” This fact was previously unknown to me and I was afraid to ask for more details

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Monday 8:40am

From Princess

Morning announcements include the fact that 8:37 is the earliest he has ever gotten up

I’m worried about losing my job. Diego advises me to apply to Dyson because I “never lose suction”

Am I offended or proud of myself? It’s not even 9am

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Tuesday 1:12am

From Princess

This is the most weed I have ever consumed in my life (I know, not a high bar) Why is he hanging upside down off the couch making motorboat noises??

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Tuesday 1:14am

From Princess

Ahh. He was composing a poem about my tits

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Tuesday 2:49am

From Princess

The railing up the stairs to the bedroom does not in fact support my weight. Pole dance competition is OFF

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Tuesday 2:57am

From Princess

You know that thing you do with my bras? Where you put it on like a headband and it makes mickey mouse ears?

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Wednesday 11:17am

From Princess

Julio required to give 10 min warning prior to arrival so Diego can take off his pants

Yes you read that right

Freak

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Wednesday 11:19am

From Princess

Yes you do so know who Julio is. Big, round, only wears ivory/eggshell/off white/ThisIsMy 2ndWedding colored blazers. Jeez Lisa you're not old enough for dementia yet girl

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Wednesday 12:52pm

From Princess

I have played myself. Just ate an entire cheesesteak while being a cockwarmer

Turns out I’m the freak

Julio present and accounted for

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Thursday 9:37am

From Princess

He’s crunching a bowl of something via spoon. I ask what it is. Crushed cheez-its and mayonnaise. What in the actual fuck this man is a literal monster

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Thursday 12:10pm

From Princess

Edible body paint works on windows. Had to sit on his shoulders but this is the largest ‘FUCK’ I have ever written. Very proud

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Thursday 12:22pm

From Princess

Bottom half of the ‘C’ has transferred onto my ass. But 7 orgasms. Pick your battles

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Thursday 11:47pm

From Princess

Tried a pickled habanero. He’s still face down in the rug crying with laughter. It’s been 10 min dude come on

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Friday 10:12am

From Princess

Me: Why are you so heavy?

Diego: I keep eating you

Me: High five

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Friday 3:17pm

From Princess

He’s trying to “conduct business” via 3 cellphones. Would offer my tablet but I’m too pretty for prison. Gonna take a nap

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Friday 4:41pm

From Princess

Pants are forbidden in the bedroom. We’re just making the rules up as we go I see

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Saturday 9:59am

From Princess

He’s sitting in the corner of the window walls staring dejectedly outside. I hear the tiniest forlorn whisper “THOSE people are outside”

Too cute--must blow---BRB

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Saturday 1:32pm

From Princess

Angry texting. Muttering “No I can’t go outside and no you can’t come in here. Bitch…. No no, delete delete delete”

Me: Where is your sister anyway? LA?

Him: Very Squinty Eyes

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Saturday 9:22pm

From Princess

My ass is stuck in the kitchen sink. While he was very helpful getting me in here he is of no assistance getting me out.

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Saturday 11:46pm

From Princess

Apparently ‘douchecanoe twatwaffle jerkface’ is the most hilarious insult he has ever heard. My brilliance is unparalleled

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Sunday 5:51am

From Princess

Me: Hey what’s the worst thing you’ve ever put in your mouth?

Him outrageously offended: I’m not answering that!

Him: ... you first

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Sunday 7:12pm

From Princess

Is it a legit massage if he has to pause in the middle to jack off?

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Monday 11:06am

From Princess

Ordered groceries via Amazon Prime drone delivery. Sitting on the rooftop patio wrapped up together in a ginormous blankie waiting.

Does this count as a date?

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Monday 1:13pm

From Princess

Drone arrived. I lost my shit. Coolest thing ever. He’s frantically ordering more stuff because I haven’t looked this ecstatic since the time he rubbed my feet then went down on me for 2 hrs

Hold up change of plans

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Monday 2:28pm

From Princess

stubble burn on bottom of feet :-/

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Monday 6:44pm

From Princess

We can both fit in the jacuzzi tub. Almost drowned when his phone rang and we both spazzed out

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Tuesday 10:10am

From Princess

Today’s formal edict: He will only be referring to himself in the 3rd person. I am required to do as told. Should not be this turned on

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Tuesday 11:58am

From Princess

Watching him try to answer calls like this is a level of hilarity I could not have predicted

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Tuesday 1:53pm

From Princess

He gave me a crash course in chem. Still don’t know anything but it was hot as hell

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Tuesday 2:57pm

From Princess

Despite all evidence to the contrary I’m a Good Girl. Did as I was told. Got rewarded. 13 times

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Tuesday 5:33pm

From Princess

Unlocked a tiny piece of tragic backstory*™: He’s never been to a zoo :-(

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Wednesday 11:24am

From Princess

Julio and Bastian brought 4 pizzas. Currently eating them individually sitting in a giant square in the living room SOCIAL DISTANCING

Like he wasn’t inside me 10 min ago wtf

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Wednesday 11:25am

From Princess

Yes cute driver Bastian. Btw you are barking up the wrong tree girl. His favorite animal is bears lol

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Wednesday 12:39pm

From Princess

Garlic butter: lube or no? Round table discussion happening.

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Wednesday 1:19pm

From Princess

I won in favor of No

Me: slams hands down on table

Me: HAVE YOU EVER HAD A YEAST INFECTION???

All men present: :-[

:-[

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Wednesday 1:32pm

From Princess

Diego: puts garlic butter cup in the empty box and slides the whole mess off table to the floor without breaking eye contact. My sugar daddy is truly a murder panther

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Wednesday 3:49pm

From Princess

Flipping channels (he only has 5000) when he comes downstairs from the bedroom wearing Ginormous Blankie as cape.

Him: Can we do the thing again?

Me: Gotta be way more specific babe

Him: Flaps blankie like wings and gives me puppy dog eyes

Him: You know. Thing. On the roof. ...please?

Did

Did he just ask me to cuddle???

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Wednesday 5:58pm

From Princess

Can confirm roof cuddles. He fell asleep with his face mashed into my neck-shoulder after watching sunset. Every time I move he whimpers and squeezes tighter. I don't know what is happening but it kinda hurts in my chest

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Wednesday 9:12pm

From Princess

Me: You know those girls you send away when I come up? There's one that sorta begrudgingly likes me?

Him, stuffing a 2nd Oreo into his mouth(there's already a whole 1 in there)

Him: Frahnthessga?

Me: Yeah! Can I fuck her?

….I should worry about my job again pretty sure Murder Panther Sugar Daddy is dead

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Wednesday 10:48pm

From Princess

We splintered the plexiglass-divider-shower-wall thingy. His solution was to just hold all 215lbs of me up in the air and finish. I have no words

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Thursday 4:12am

From Princess

I can hear him on the phone downstairs listing names. I don't know these people. I'm going in the bathroom to run water so I can't hear anything else

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Thursday 9:02am

From Princess

I slept thru a breakfast meeting. There's a laptop and a box of 1 doz Boston cream donuts labeled PRINCESS on the bar counter. He's watching news with Julio + Bastian on the couch. Odd but ok I got fave donuts so whatevs

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Thursday 9:17am

From Princess

On 3rd donut when I catch him staring. Can only see from eyes up bc he's peering at me over back of the couch. Have inadvertently activated Horny Murder Panther mode via accidental slutty licking of cream filling.

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Thursday 11:40am

From Princess

Me: I don't like avocado

Diego: bitch what the fuck

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Thursday 12:10pm

From Princess

He asked what the deal was with white people and meatloaf. I requested clarification on food or music. He's confused it's fucking adorable

BUT NOW I HAVE TO EXPLAIN THE ENTIRE GENRE OF CLASSIC ROCK

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Thursday 2:14pm

From Princess

I'm making a meatloaf for dinner. Also brownies. TV is still on???

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Thursday 4:24pm

From Princess

Found a big round can of guava paste in the back of the fridge. He's spoon feeding it to me while watching me make meatloaf

Diego: I did not realize you were so… domesticated

Me, no brain to mouth filter: Yeah well gettin dicked down 3x a day will do that to a girl

Please send hitman asap

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Thursday 5:10pm

From Princess

He just turned TV off. Local news was listing all major crimes in NYC today. Last story was 6 bodies found inside meat plant freezer, execution style kills with "on-site" equipment. When I whisper Dafuq?? he distractedly mutters 'captive bolt pistol'

He's texting again

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Thursday 5:39pm

From Princess

I kinda wanna come home now

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Thursday 7:48pm

From Princess

I have converted another person to meatloaf lover (food not music)

On 3rd brownie when he declares: I am never letting you leave again. Mine now

Look up from rolling my eyes to receive Super Intense I Can See Into Your Soul Diego Stare

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Thursday 9:50pm

From Princess

He's looking for a scary movie via voice command on remote. Other hand is on my foot. I can't even see my foot. What is the actual purpose of hands that big?? What is the evolutionary goal to this endgame? ?? Why am I wet just thinking about a h a n d ?????

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Friday 12:34am

From Princess

Con: This asshole is delighted to learn that I don't like scary movies

Pro: Hiding my face in his chest means I fucking feel the rumble when he laughs at me. I think I'm developing a heart condition. Hurts again.

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Friday 1:40am

From Princess

He's rubbing his face all over my stomach. I don't like this. Sir why. Please it's literally the least attractive part of me

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Friday 2:11am

From Princess

He likes it…? I don't see. How does. But it's.

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Friday 3:47am

From Princess

He's asleep on my stomach after spending 40 min declaring his love for belly

I'm crying and I can't stop. My whole chest hurts. What is this. Is this the most long game prank ever. There's no way he's for real. I'm afraid. Do you think I should try to escape?? Please you know I'm not easily frightened but I just. Please text back I need my BFF

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Friday 7:18am

From Princess

Woke up in bed alone and naked. Gonna grab a shirt and handle this. I can't just ignore it. This is probably a bad idea but I can't just let it go. If you don't hear back from me by noon call my parents. I love you

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Friday 11:38am

From Princess

Halfway down the stairs 3 dudes I don't know come out of the office, Diego and Julio follow. They take 1 look at me and launch into laughter and some rude fucking spanish. I'm rusty but I know fucking "fat bitch" tyvm. Diego picks this mf up by the throat and throws him into the elevator. Drags the other 2 in and... no one has come back since

Been locked in the bathroom. I'm afraid to hear anything

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Friday 1:48pm

From Princess

Relocated to closet earlier. Reading. I'm 2 chapters in and I don't even remember the title. Gonna take an ativan. Hands are shaking

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Friday 2:27pm

From Princess

You know what? I don't even care. Like as long as it's never directed at me I just don't care.

It's too late I'm in too deep. I don't know if I can even come home after this. I'm not who everyone thinks I am. I don't know who I am. I'm turning the phone off now I'm sorry but I just need everything to stop for a while

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Friday 7:48pm

From Princess

I'm ok, sorry for the dramatics. Woke up still in the closet corner but under Ginormous Blankie and can hear shower running. Decide it's time to put my big girl panties on and march in there. No I did not learn from the last time. Standby

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Friday 9:22pm

From Princess

We're good.

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Friday 11:49pm

From Princess

Ok. Marched into bathroom, launched into speech: I'm sorry but I did not know anyone was here. You have to leave me a note or something. Please tell me I did not ruin anything

Him, still in shower: Get your ass in here.

It was a literal growl

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Friday 11:50pm

From Princess

Apparently that guy had been fucking up small time and Diego was waiting for him to fuck up big time. I will never see all 3 of them again (No do not ask)Yes it was frustrating but not mad at me. Ok a little because his sister hired that guy and now he has to explain the dude's ...disappearance. Without mentioning me. No one can know about me I am a "liability"

Um ouch..? I think?? Chest pain again

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Friday 11:51pm

From Princess

He's been asleep, I'm just staring at the ceiling. Demanded I let him prove that he would never put hands on me that I don't want. I thought he was gonna cry. I did start crying but said yes. Not gentle per se, but definitely ...emotional? Like soft sex. Slow soft sex but with emotions?? I'm lost

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Friday 11:54pm

From Princess

Please tell me no. Talk me out of this. Tell me I'm fucknuts and I need to just come home and be reasonable and sensible. You know when you stand at a ledge and a little voice tells you Just jump. Do it. Go

Do I want all in? Can I do this? I should not do this. I should not care about him. Especially like this. I just. When I'm not here this is all I think about. No one else makes me feel this way

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Friday 11:56pm

From Princess

I'm hysterical right? This will go away if I just sleep. I can't stop looking at him. Touching his face, hair. Ever since the Kitchen Blowup (after the first fight??is it a fight if you're not technically in a relationship?) he's been different. Careful?? Like he really listened to me and heard. I can see him trying. Like reining in his knee jerk reactions and stopping to think before he says stuff to me. What am I supposed to do?

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Friday 11:59pm

From Princess

I want to trust him. I want to be spoiled and fucked senseless and all the giggles and private planes and shopping sprees and sleeping in til noon. But what about the other side? Constantly looking over my shoulder? Worrying that he might not come home from whatever the fuck he's out doing? The other actual supermodel hot women??? I'm not naive.

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Saturday 12:10am

From Princess

I just need to turn this off. Shut it down. Cut off emotions and just fuck. I can't do this and I can't have him for keeps. So it's time to be realistic. After this shitty quarantine ends I'll take whatever cash he wants to give me and go home. I can move if I have to. It's not hard to change your name these days. This whole nightmare will be the hilarious rumors in my future nursing home

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Saturday 4:44am

From Princess

Got up at like 350 for the bathroom. When I crawled back into bed he yanked me backwards to be smashed into/under him. Buried face into my hair and ordered:

Stop

Leaving

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Saturday 9:10am

From Princess

Woke up alone. Gathered shirt. Did surveillance from top of stairs. Music blasting. Bastian and Diego are working out. I had to sit down for a while

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Saturday 9:40am

From Princess

Finally made it down the stairs. Eating donuts while watching live action porn

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Saturday 10:27am

From Princess

Show's over. Diego announces he is going to shower with a wink. I am staying on this barstool with my donuts. I am determined

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Saturday 10:38am

From Princess

Sharing donuts with Bastian. He is staring at me

Me: ...wut?

Bastian: You know I haven't driven Franchesca anywhere in 4 months

I don't know how long I've been sitting here staring at this half eaten donut but Bastian is gone

Shower still running

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Saturday 1:36pm

From Princess

Slut level 7: Shower blowjob

Realized I have to wash my hair now. He demands to do it??

Diego: How much fucking conditioner is this going to take?

Me drooling blissfully: Uhhh... please not that word right now

...I literally heard Horny Murder Panther transition happen.

He did not touch anything but my head. Came via voice command. How the fuck

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Saturday 1:39pm

From Princess

Then it was Round 2 still dripping wet in the bed. No idea how he recovered that fast not looking gift horse in the mouth. Haha Horse

Also slow soft again? Does this mean something?? I feel like I'm missing some key piece of info. Never had a dude like kiss all over my face and stroke my hair. What is this gentle?? Don't like the whole looking into my eyes thing

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Saturday 3:02pm

From Princess

Received an assignment. Was trying to budget for next month (on my new laptop! Whole Microsoft office package!! SPREADSHEETS!!!)

Instructed to help fix what I fucked up…?

It's resumes. He wants me to look at resumes. Um

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Saturday 4:12pm

From Princess

We traded laptops. I picked 3 resumes for 'warehouse labor' This is fucking surreal

Got my laptop back and… all the internet tabs were closed?? I was paying all my bills dude wtf. His phone rings but before he walks off tells me the title will be mailed to me. ?????

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Saturday 4:47pm

From Princess

He's still in the office on the phone. I'm in the closet in shock. He paid my loans. He paid my Loans. He Paid My Fucking Loans OFF

CAR

STUDENT LOANS

$$$$$ 30,000 $$$$$

THIRTY GRAND

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Saturday 4:52pm

From Princess

No you can't have him if I don't want him!! Fuck you

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Saturday 5:32pm

From Princess

Bastian came back, left a big box on the counter, said "This is for you honey" and left again. Diego still in the office.

...should I open it or wait for him to come out??

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Saturday 5:36pm

From Princess

Fuck it. I'm opening this shit

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Saturday 5:42pm

From Princess

It's a very large Brahmin bag.

Holy fuck its gorgeous

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Saturday 5:47pm

From Princess

You know what? You Know What?

IT'S KITCHEN BLOWUP 2.0 TIME

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Sunday 8:42am

From Princess

I think we're ok? I actually uh, accidentally recorded um… everything-ish. And I might send it to you later. But right now things are kinda wobbly and I just wanna enjoy everything while I can. I'll check back in later. We're going to bed now

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Sunday 1:58pm

From Princess

Woke up to 1 gigantic hand stroking down my back. 2nd hand stuffed up my pussy to the knuckle. Villain voice directly into left ear. Memory hazy after that

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Sunday 3:01pm

From Princess

Do Oreos in bed at 3pm count as breakfast? My hips hurt

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Sunday 6:40pm

From Princess

Ok we all know I'm very much A Freak. Trysexual if you will. Only way to know you don't like it is to try it right? So anal. Never really worked. Great in theory really unpleasant in practice.

Turns out others were trying to insert the wrong appendage. Related: I fucking love beards

e v e r y w h e r e

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Sunday 10:40pm

From Princess

Yes I know you wanna know about KITCHEN BLOWUP 2.0, someday I'll tell you about v.1. It's complicated. There are feels. I can't take the vague, wishy washy, up in the air status. So it went kinda like this

Me: You want to "keep" me? Wtf does that even mean?? And how, via purchasing me??? Don't get me wrong, I like being spoiled. I'm not an idiot. But you don't even know me

He looked like I stabbed him. It was horrible

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Sunday 10:42pm

From Princess

So I laid it all out: I lived in my car for a while in my 20s. Escaped an abusive ex after 8 yrs. Survived cancer at 26. Did 2 rounds of trade school just to be scraping by at like $15 an hour. That you just paid off like it was nothing. You try to protect me from you and your life. But you have no idea what I've already survived.

So here's the deal: You wanna keep me?? Then I get to keep you.

But it's everything. If I can't have everything then I don't want anything. And if it can't be ONLY me then I gotta go. I'm not a back up plan or a convenience.

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Sunday 10:50pm

From Princess

At this point I'm scream-crying, gesticulating like I'm hysterical. He's collapsed on the floor at my feet looking like I just killed his dog. Only makes me worse. I'm demanding an answer right fucking now. This is a disaster.

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Sunday 10:54pm

From Princess

He starts yelling about how he can't keep me if I'm dead. This isn't a fucking game and I'm just like Do I look like I'm playing right now?!?

Lisa, he was crying. Just kept repeating "She's right. She's fucking right. That bitch is right."

Head in his hands sobbing.

I couldn't.

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Sunday 10:59pm

From Princess

So I got down on my knees in front of him and reached for his hands. Just like the first blowup. I was terrified because he's obviously not in control and like I don't know the things he does but I Know. And the PTSD from ex… but I finally got him to look at me and asked him to just Tell Me.

And he did.

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Monday 12:04am

From Princess

If you had told me that night in the club that any of this would happen. That this man was capable of everything these past 10 months have brought. I would've taken you to the hospital myself.

He collapsed on me and was just begging me "Don't go don't go. Please stay. Stay just for now. Please. No one else no one." I have a lot to consider. Probably gonna be quiet for a few days. I'll text you when things calm down. He's asleep on my chest right now

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Monday 12:10am

From Princess

I mean 10 months...how many weekends have I been up here? 12? 16? And only twice did I reach out first and ask. I have stuff here. You saw the closet section. Every time I arrive there's coke and ketchup in the fridge. My face wash and toothbrush and a huge bottle of gel in the bathroom. Last time here he gave me the safe combo???

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Monday 12:14am

From Princess

YES THE SODA JFC

I mean, I've never seen ...other… in the fridge. I don't think it needs to be refrigerated???

I Don't Know Okay

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Monday 6:40am

From Princess

Woke up around 5 and he was just staring at me from like 2 inches away. He left once he realized I was awake. I didn't follow. He still hasn't come back to bed yet. Should I go find him?

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Monday 11:38am

From Princess

Found him on the couch. Coffee table covered in vast array of firearms. Did not realize there were so many in this penthouse. Little uncomfortable. But I'm a fast learner with good mechanical skills so now I can do gun stuff. Please don't ask me about it

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Monday 11:41am

From Princess

Ok yesss. We had the stupid movie cliche moment of big tough guy stands behind damsel to teach some physical skill. Gawd.

...yeah doing it feels better than watching. You happy now???

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Monday 2:28pm

From Princess

Mood swing. He declared vengeance on behalf of his closet. I have worn too many shirts. This cannot continue. ????? Stay tuned

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Monday 2:59pm

From Princess

This man runs the largest distribution enterprise in the western hemisphere.

Currently stuck in one of my $6 tank tops from Target.

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Monday 4:17pm

From Princess

I'm out a tank top. And a thong. Go ahead and just think about that

...But I'm still wearing one of his shirts :-D

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Monday 5:48pm

From Princess

Instead of admitting defeat he decided to forcibly remove the shirt from me. Since I have to be difficult, I ran. If this place wasn't soundproof there would be so many police here.

What level of fucked up is it to enjoy screaming No!, while struggling, not less than 3 sec prior to orgasm??

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Monday 5:52pm

From Princess

The scale only goes to 10. You don't gotta be a bitch. Damn

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Monday 8:17pm

From Princess

14 days will be up this Thursday. But they're talking about extending it, really bad here. I'm scared. Gonna try a drink, maybe ativan because I'm starting to freak out.

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Monday 9:57pm

From Princess

Watching the news and I just sorta came unglued. Diego not really a soft/gentle guy (obvs) but once I got thru a blubber-cry explanation of immuno-compromised and cancer treatment I got full lap cuddles. I want this every time I'm upset. Warm and solid and big hands and soft nuzzles and scratchy velvet cheek kisses. Feel so tiny and safe

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Monday 11:40pm

From Princess

Think I'm fukced up. Everything feels good. Petting all the things

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Monday 11:44pm

From Princess

I'm fiiiiine. One drink. Once ativan. Thats it

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Monday 11:49pm

From Princess

Omgod ill be fine it's good donot call me

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Monday 11:55pm

From Princess

What are fiddlesticks? Like the worrd not a instrument accessory?why do we say that

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Tuesday 7:42am

From Princess

Holy shit I slept so good. I looked back thru the texts. Wtf was I doing?? I don't remember any of this

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Tuesday 8:32am

From Princess

He's giving me that all teeth smile. I'm very suspicious. And surprisingly not horny?? Am I dying?

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Tuesday 9:46am

From Princess

Have been informed that I was very adorable last night. I'm afraid to learn his definition of adorable

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Tuesday 10:12am

From Princess

Omg he has 3 hours of video

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Tuesday 11:17am

From Princess

I spent 45 min yelling about Pluto planet status being revoked and the kilogram definition being forever altered. He was very invested in the 2nd part. Legit academic discussion

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Tuesday 11:49am

From Princess

Next part: I decided to make a fried egg sandwich. He started recording like a cooking show. I almost lit my hair on fire.

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Tuesday 11:57am

From Princess

Oh I see where everything went wrong. I had 1 drink and 1 ativan. Then I finished his drink. Then I drank his replacement. Why tf did he let me do that??

"You were so cute! How could I say no to this face, bonita?"

...I will remember that

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Tuesday 12:13pm

From Princess

Apparently we exchanged playlists. This is not good

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Tuesday 12:28pm

From Princess

Omg I revealed the Murder Panther Sugar Daddy title. Oh fuck. Shit shit shit

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Tuesday 12:42pm

From Princess

I spent 40 min petting him all over while listing everything I liked and why. He is going to be insufferable for forever after this

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Tuesday 1:22pm

From Princess

Lisa. Lisa. Holy shit. He said we made a porno. I laughed. He fucking narrated an opening to it. I am dying I am going to die I am dead

Him, offscreen: Diego and Bicki make a Porno!

Me, onscreen, twerking on the bed in lace bra

Me: eeeeeeeeeeeeeee ASS AND TITTIES!!!

Diego pops into shot, giggling: Pretty Princess Pussy!!

The whole thing just dissolved into shaky blur and us laughing hysterically

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Tuesday 1:24pm

From Princess

No I'm not sharing it. What is wrONG WITH YOU??????

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Tuesday 3:44pm

From Princess

It… did not go the way I thought it would. And apparently he had not watched it either because we were both surprised.

That. Was not sex. Seeing the soft slow with emotions from the outside was pretty damning.

That was lovemaking

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Tuesday 6:32pm

From Princess

I'm locked in the bathroom. Everything is fucked.

I just… I just hid my face and said "I want to go home." Like a fucking coward hiding behind my hair, I took off upstairs and now I'm here. It's been a long time. I'm still alone

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Tuesday 6:39pm

From Princess

No shit Sherlock, I know I have intimacy issues.

Men don't love me. Sure I'm fun to fuck for a while. But they don't take a poor fat girl home. Come on, you've seen it firsthand. Clearly, since here I still am by myself

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Tuesday 6:42pm

From Princess

I don't know what I was thinking. I don't belong here. Guess I'll just ride out the last 2 days then come home

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Tuesday 6:45pm

From Princess

I think Julio is here. I can hear their voices but can't make out the words

Oh no his sister is here. They're yelling in Spanish, I can't catch any of it

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Tuesday 10:14pm

From Princess

They screamed for a while, then she finally left. Been silent ever since. I don't know if he's still here

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Tuesday 10:40pm

From Princess

He's definitely still here. There's a tantrum going on

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Wednesday 12:32am

From Princess

Fell asleep in the closet corner again. Except when I woke up he was wedged in there with me

Me: … um

Diego: I think I see why you do this

Then he went to sleep on me

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Wednesday 5:48am

From Princess

Have been talking since 3. Still in the closet.

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Wednesday 7:10am

From Princess

I'm coming home when this is over. I need some time and space to think.

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Wednesday 7:12am

From Princess

Is that even the right term? Do you 'break up' with a sugar daddy????

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Wednesday 7:13am

From Princess

NO I WANT TO KEEP HIM

BITCH I WILL STAB YOU

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Wednesday 7:16am

From Princess

Gonna shower and go to bed. You mention that last text and I literally will stab you. BFF or not

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Wednesday 4:40pm

From Princess

Just listened to an hour of descriptions of Mexico.

I am… tempted

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Wednesday 6:54pm

From Princess

I'm flying home Friday, they just lifted the travel ban here.

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Wednesday 6:59pm

From Princess

No, no one is happy here. We're both clingy disasters today

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Wednesday 7:17pm

From Princess

Went downstairs. It's a war zone. We came back upstairs

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Thursday 6:19am

From Princess

Couldn't sleep so I'm packing. Diego is watching me from the bed with the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes in existence.

Effect kinda ruined because I can see his bare ass

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Thursday 6:22am

From Princess

Why would you ask me that? You know he's an exhibitionist

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Thursday 6:23am

From Princess

I can't decide if you're the Best or the Worst BFF ever. Gawd

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Thursday 6:25am

From Princess

...IMAGE LOADING…

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Thursday 6:27am

From Princess

Yeah. You see my dilemma now???

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Thursday 6:28am

From Princess

Yes I bite it! What is wrong with you today???

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Thursday 6:43pm

From Princess

He spent entire day attached to me. I..??? What do I do with a clingy cartel boss drug lord?? Its too much

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Friday 8:52am

From Princess

I'm on the plane. He rode here with me. Looked so… broken. Feel like a monster. But I'm scared

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Friday 1:45pm

From Princess

Lisa. LISA. LISA.

I'm home but but he. Omg

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Friday 2:38pm

From Princess

There's a tiny stuffed panther in my bag with a note: I just want to be with you

My very own Tiny Murder Panther

#damnit diego #murder panther #zash writes #24 fucking 7 hours in this house #rough me up then dick me down #so many feels #literally filth #nasty ass food

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sae-bae-ran · 5 years ago

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One of the things that I absolutely adore about Saeyoung’s route is how the story lets you know that it’s okay to let yourself in behind the (already crumbling) walls around his fragile emotional state. There’s this call, two actually, that are not particularly romantic or anything, but holy hell do I love them. On day 5 (I think) he asks the MC about her habits when she’s nervous and talks about wanting to observe her and see for himself if she has any. The focus is on dear ol’ MC and that’s okay at this point of the story. On Day 5 he still struggles with the thought of letting people in. Once he’s decided to start dealing with the emotional turmoil coming with the whole “do I deserve to be loved or naaah?” problem, there’s an outgoing call that lets MC hear Saeyoung talking to himself while he’s hacking Magenta’s network and let me tell you, to me as the MC this felt fantastic. “OMG, he talks to himself when he’s neck-deep into work! That’s the most adorable thing E V E R!!!” And not just that, it also feels like from this point on it’s safe to observe him. Does he like his tea with or without sugar? Does he prefer to sleep curled up on one side or on his back? Does he lick his fingers clean or does he use a napkin after munching on his favorite HBD? Doesn’t even matter tbh. What matters is that from this point on the MC can get to know the real Saeyoung in all his flawed glory and that’s because he’s okay with letting her in.

Edit: @waitingformessages Thank you so much for writing the exact day and time for the first call in the tags! ^^ The second call (”I didn’t set the alarm”) happens on day 10 after the 10:22am chat.

#admin talks #mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #thanks for coming to my ted talk i adore this man <3 #i realize to many of you it might seem like i'm fixating on something small and insignificant but gaaah #i just #i love this outgoing call with him #it's super meaningful to me

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years ago

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Riverdale Cast//Is He Real?

Request: Platonic Riverdale cast x female reader one-shot where the Canadian reader plays a Northsider River Vixen and was born in Toronto and has a new boyfriend, and they don’t know anything about him other than that his name is Mitch. They keep trying to talk her into bringing “the famous Mitch” to set so they can meet him, and she eventually caves. When Mitch turns out to be Mitch Marner from the Toronto Maple Leafs, everyone’s just kind of like “wait, YOU’RE Mitch?” I forgot to mention that when the reader brings Mitch Marner to the set, it’s on a day when the show isn’t filming. I wanted everyone to have the day off so he wouldn’t interrupt anything and he’d have lots of time to get to know everyone. Also, the reader never introduces him as her boyfriend. Everyone just kind of clues in when they show up together. I’m the anon who requested the one-shot where the Riverdale cast meets Mitch Marner. If you’re up for it, can you do a cute and fluffy scene of Mitch and the reader on a date after they’ve left the set?

“Vancouver weather sucks.” Lili grumbles while you walk back to your trailers. You, Kj and Lili had just finished filming a scene together and you all had a half an hour break until the next one. It had been raining since you came in and Lili was not happy about it.

“Hey! Don’t insult Vancouver weather. Y/n was born here!” Kj replies and the two of you roll your eyes.

“I was born in Toronto, dumb-ass.” You say and he looks confused for a second.

“Oh.” He says, staring at the floor.

“Anywayyy.” Lili interrupts. “Y/n? How’s the single life treating you.”

“Alright.” You shrug while avoiding eye contact.

“What are you hiding from us?” She asks and stands in front of you so you can’t move anywhere.

“...nothing.” You mumbled and her and Kj share a look.

“Who is it?” Kj asks excitedly.

“Who’s what?” You reply innocently.

“Your boyfriend?” Lili asks and you roll your eyes.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You say and they both look at you, eyebrows raised and arms crossed. “Fine, I may have a boyfriend.”

“WHO?!” They both shout and you stare at them.

“None of your business.” You reply and continue walking.

“Oh come on. You know who my boyfriend is.” Lili starts.

“That’s because your boyfriend works with us.” You say sarcastically and she rolls her eyes.

“Okay, fine. Maybe not the best example. But if Kj ever got a girlfriend he’d tell us.”

“Yea-what do you mean if?” Kj asks and the two of them start to bicker.

“I would love to stay and watch you try and get out the hole you’re digging for yourself, but I need to go over my lines for the next scene.” You smile at the two of them before walking away. “And I need to text my boyfriend.” You tease and they both swear at you making you laugh.

The next day you walk into set. The majority of the cast are sat around waiting for scenes to be set up.

“Y/n?!” Jordan shouts from across set.

“Yeah?” You ask and sit in between Lili and Cami.

“I heard you had a boyfriend.” He says, a smirk taking over his features. The rest of the cast are now all grinning at you, and you mentally curse Kj and Lili.

“Oh no.” You mumbled. “So what if I do Jordan. You had your chance when we first met.” You tease and he laughs.

“We all know it was the other way round.” He winks and you snort. “Sooo, when are we going to meet him?”

“Oh, funny you should ask that because I’ve been thinking, and maybe...never.” You deadpan the end part of your sentence and they all look confused and offended.

“What do you mean never?” Drew asks and you shrug.

“Are you ashamed of us?” Cole asks.

“No.” You shake your head bored.

“You’re ashamed of him!?” Casey says quickly and you look at him annoyed.

“No!” You defend, crossing your arms. “He’s just a very busy man, and I’m a very busy woman.” You explain and the room goes quiet. Everyone shares a look, as if they’re having a silent conversation that you’re not part of, before they look back at you.

“Y/n?” Cole asks.

“Yeah?”

“Is he real?”

“Yes!” You shout and throw a cushion at him. He laughs and catches it before putting it behind him.

“Geez, calm down. I was just making sure. But you know it’s okay to be single right? Kj will tell you.”

“Dude!” Kj says offended and smacks his head.

“Can you just tell us his name? Even if its just his first name?” Vanessa asks a lot nicer than the rest of the group. They all look at you expectantly and you roll your eyes.

“Fine.” You grumble and they smile triumphantly. “His name is Mitch and that’s all I’m saying.”

“Ooooo.” They all tease and you giggle softly.

“Mitch.” Lili repeats. “Is he cute?” She asks and you giggle. Cole is glaring at her and she’s smiling brightly back at him.

“Hey!” He says offended.

“Yes. He’s very cute.” You reply and she nods happily.

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“And cut! Great job guys, take five.” The director shouts and you and Madelaine walk off set. You both sit down and check your phones. While you were filming Mitch had sent you a text, making you giggle softly and play with the hem of your cheerleading uniform.

“You’re actually acting like a teenager, and the uniform doesn’t help.” She teases and you laugh. “Is that from the famous Mitch?” She peers over your shoulder.

“Yes, it may be.” You reply and move away from her.

“So, when are we gonna meet him. You have been dating for what, 4 months?”

“Five and a half actually.”

“Five and a half months and he hasn’t met your best friends. Hmmm.” She hum and you roll your eyes.

“Who says you guys are my best friends?”

“We all know, we are. Soooo, when are you going to introduce us?”

“Really? You too.” You ask annoyed.

“We want to meet him. He’s your boyfriend, we need to see if he’s worthy of you.”

“Worthy of me? Are we in the 19th century?” You ask sarcastically and she laughs.

“You know what I mean. We’re just excited to meet him.”

“Are you’s ever gonna shut up about this?”

“Probably not, no.” She shrugs.

“Will you if you meet him?”

“Probably yeah.” She replies, a smile creeping onto her face.

“Fine.” You eventually cave. “I’ll bring him to set one day. But please be on your best behavior.”

“Of course.”

“And tell the rest of them too.”

“I will.” She smiles brightly at you. “I’ll put it in the chat now!”

‘guys, i broke her! we’re finally meeting the famous mitch!’

‘what?’

‘when?’

‘holy shit’

‘i’m so excited’

‘we’re actually gonna see him? in the flesh?’

‘ahhhhhhhh!!’

“Jesus Christ.”

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“Where the hell is she?” Everyone is gathered at the set of Pop’s at 10am. You’re all supposed to be hanging out and decided that this would be the best place to meet so you could decide what to do. Now, it’s 10:22am and everyone is wondering where the hell you are.

“God knows.” Jordan shrugs. “So, what are we doing today, because I’m super hungry so I’m thinking brunch.”

“Didn’t you have breakfast before you left?” Vanessa asks.

“Yeah.” He nods. “But I’m hungry again.”

“Are you ever not thinking with your stomach?” Drew says sarcastically and he rolls his eyes.

“Who’s that guy with Y/n?” Madelaine asks, interrupting their conversation. Everyone whips their head’s round to see you walking towards them with a very tall man beside you.

“Dunno. He looks familiar though.” Charles shrugs.

“Hey guys!” You smile brightly once your stood in front of them. “Sorry we’re late. Traffic was a nightmare.” You explain.

“Its fine.” They shrug before turning their attention to the guy stood beside you.

“He kinda looks like Mitch Marner.” Jordan whispers to Vanessa.

“Who?”

“He’s an ice hockey player. For the Toronto Maple Leafs.”

“Oh.”

“Hi. I’m Mitch.” He extends his arm towards the closest person to him.

“Kj...wait!” He replies before stopping mid-sentence. “You’re Mitch?” He asks.

“The Mitch?” Lili asks, just to make sure.

“Yeah, I think.” He nods and wraps an arm around you. “It’s nice to meet you all.” He smiles kindly at everyone and they all introduce themselves.

“So, you’re the famous Mitch?” Jordan asks and he nods. “Do you know, she didn’t want us to meet you.”

“Thats not what I sa-”

“So, I wonder who she was embarrassed by.” Cole adds. “You...or us?”

“Definitely you guys.” You reply and they look at you offended.

“Sooo, how did you’s two meet?” Lili asks.

“At a coffee shop.” Mitch replies with a soft smile. “She was walking out while I was walking in and we bumped into each other, coffee went everywhere.” He laughs. “And then we both said sorry and offered to pay for the others drink.”

“Awww.” They all cooed.

“And then I said I’d buy this one if she bought the next.” He finishes and you could see them all practically melting at the story. But to be honest, every time you so much as think of the story, you also melt, so you couldn’t really blame them.

“What about parents. Have you met her parents? Has she met yours?” Cami asks.

“Yep.” He smiles. “We’ve met each other’s parents and families, and we’ve all gone away for the weekend together.”

“So, what attracted you to Y/n?” Madelaine asks.

“Jesus Christ.” You mutter.

“Well, apart from the fact that she’s perfect, I was a fan of her before we met, so when I bumped into her I was like ‘holy shit, I’ve just bumped into Y/n Y/l/n.’ and I thought she was gonna be super annoyed but she was so sweet. Like this is a girl that I want to spent my days with, getting to know and going places with. Like she’s gonna improve my life.”

“Mitch.” You mumble and nudge him gently. A bright blush has taken over your features and your friends are already teasing you.

“Plus, I’ve always wanted to date a cheerleader.” He adds and you shove him harder.

“Why’d you choose her then? She can barely hold the pom-poms.” Charles asks and you elbow him.

“Shut up.” You mumble and everyone laughs.

“Aww, babe.” Mitch laughs softly, before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into a hug. “I think you’re great.” He murmurs before kissing your head softly.

“Do you want to marry her?” Kj asks and you blush harder, even though you didn’t think it was possible.

“Yeah.” He nods. “Some day. She’s the one.”

“Okay, cool, cool.” He crosses his arms and you roll your eyes.

“Anybody have any more questions?” Mitch asks.

“Oh definitely.” They nod.

“But we’re just trying to think of them.”

“Are we leaving yet? Or are we gonna stand around here all day?” You ask, trying to distract them.

“Yeah, I think if we stay here any longer, Jordan’s gonna faint.” Casey teases.

“Now, where are we going? I mean, if its alright for me to tag along?” He asks, his tone turning nervous. Everyone shares a look and you roll your eyes. They always do this.

“Yeah of course you can!” They smile. “Bringing her is optional though.”

“Fuck you Cole.” You swear at him and he laughs.

“So where are we going?” Madelaine asks.

“I’m kinda hungry and I know this great diner thats kinda like Pop’s.” Mitch suggests.

“Never mind her, I think I may be in love with you.” Jordan pushes you out the way and wraps an arm around Mitch’s shoulder, pulling him along. The rest of them fall into step with him, all asking a bunch of questions. Leaving you to trail behind them.

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By half six everyone has gone home, leaving you and Mitch in the diner alone.

“You’re friends are fun!” He says cheerily as you share a milkshake.

“They’re annoying.” You reply with an eye roll making him laugh.

“They’re fun.” He reassured you.

“Whatever you say.” You tease and he laughs loudly. “Did you like them?” You ask quietly.

“Of course! They’re great. I was a little nervous but they’re all so kind. And they all love you so thats a plus point.”

“I’m glad you liked them. I was really nervous you wouldn’t, or that they would embarrass me or something. But you really like them?” You ask him one more time and he nods, placing a hand softly over yours.

“Y/n.” He says gently and you look at him. “I loved them. Me, Jordan and Drew are hanging out at the weekend. And I’m planning to hang out with the rest of them too.” He explains and you laugh.

“Am I being replaced?” You ask sarcastically and he laughs.

“Not at all. Well, maybe a little.”

“Shut up.” You giggle and hit his chest softly.

“Was I supposed to feel that?” He teases and you roll your eyes.

“Hey!” You reply and hit him a bit harder.

“...nothing.” He shrugs and takes a sip of his milkshake.

“You’re the worst.” You grumble and he giggles.

“No I’m not.” He says and smiles sweetly at you.

“Yeah, you’re not.” You agree and lean over the table to kiss him. Once you pull away he grabs your hand and squeezes it.

“Well, it’s no Pop’s but will it do?” He asks and motions to the milkshake in front of you.

“I suppose so. Only if I’m sharing with you though.”

“Always.”

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yoon-kooks · 5 years ago

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Witch Hazel- Pt.3

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: FanficWriter!Jungkook, Idol!Reader, College!AU, Angst, Fluff

Summary: There are two students in your art class with a secret: you and the quiet Jeon Jungkook. You’re a problematic idol singer, infamous for your ice cold reputation and perpetual resting bitch face; he’s the artist and author behind the viral comic series based on a certain ice queen idol. After a blowup of destructive rumors, lost motivation and inevitable solitude, you stumble upon Jungkook’s comic and find a new and unexpected light.

Word Count: 2.7k

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // ?

A/N: i made an unintentional dragon ball z reference at the end of the previous chapter, and now this chapter is loaded with anime references LMAO dont worry if you arent familiar with dbz or sailor moon though!💖

As you approach the entrance to the mall, you have but one wish: Taehyung better show up before Jungkook. Not because you prefer Taehyung, but because you’re terrible at handling small talk and conversation—especially with a timid introvert like Jungkook. You’d rather leave it up to talkative Taehyung to prevent any awkward silences.

Unfortunately for you, however, your wish is not granted. Instead, you spot a bespectacled boy in a bucket hat and white shirt (not a hoodie for once!) sitting on a bench and taking pictures on his phone right outside of the mall. He doesn’t seem to notice you until he looks up from his phone and you’re standing right there with a tiny wave hello. Flustered, he adjusts his glasses and waves back, but that’s the extent of your greetings to one another.

So for the longest thirteen minutes of your life, a huge gap of nothingness sits between you and Jungkook on a wooden bench outside of the mall, waiting for Taehyung to show up. The boy resumes taking photos of the blue sky and the mall itself. You don’t get what’s so photo-worthy about an ordinary sky and the generic architecture of the mall. But then again, this is a boy who also probably has 256GB of storage space dedicated to pictures of his favorite idol (one of which is his lockscreen)—and you certainly don’t understand the appeal of Snow. Therefore, you do not bother asking the boy about his reasons for wasting storage space on certain photos. You wouldn’t understand anyway.

And since Jungkook is too busy using his phone for photos at one end of the bench, you decide to use your phone to text the missing boy from the opposite end of the bench.

10:13AM Y/N “Taehyung, it’s past 10. Where are you??”

10:14AM Taehyung “On my way baby. And don’t worry, I promise I’ll make it worth the wait 😉”

As both a desired and disliked idol, you’ve been called a lot of things: beauty, bitch, babe, ice queen, slut, witch. And you’ve put up with it because you feel like, to some degree, you brought it upon yourself. But you’re wondering what you did to deserve a “baby” from Taehyung. Because the last thing you want is for someone who’s kind-of-not-really your friend to make any sort of romantic advances on you when they know nothing about you.

10:15AM Y/N “Who are you calling baby.”

10:16AM Taehyung “?”

10:17AM Taehyung “But you were fine with it the other night 🍆💦”

10:18AM Jungkook “monkaS”

10:19AM Taehyung “Wait”

10:19AM Y/N “What’s a monkas”

10:20AM Taehyung “Oops wrong chat LOL”

10:21AM Taehyung “Anyway I already told you guys yesterday that I wasn’t coming to the group project thing. I’m busy.”

He sends a screenshot of the group chat where he very clearly had said he wasn’t free. You must’ve missed that text somehow—a fatal mistake on your end because now you’re alone at the mall with Jungkook and it’s damn near impossible to talk to that kid when you can’t even relate to him. At least Taehyung could’ve broken the ice, but of course he’s too busy getting laid.

10:22AM Y/N “Can’t you fuck around later?”

10:23AM Jungkook “poggers”

10:24AM Y/N “What’s a poggers”

10:24AM Taehyung “Sorry I need at least 2 business days to cancel or change an appointment. I’m a man of my word, not a monster ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

10:25AM Taehyung “But have fun on your date without me~”

10:26AM Jungkook “it’s not a date”

10:26AM Y/N “It’s not a date.”

At least you and Jungkook can both agree that it isn’t a date. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re stuck hanging out with him for a few hours to “get to know each other” for your stupid art project. How are you even supposed to get to know the boy when there’s nothing to talk about?

“What’s a monkas and poggers?” you ask, because your antisocial mind can’t think of anything else to say once the spam of text messages ends.

“Oh that…” Jungkook looks back down at his phone, scrolling through the text conversation to track down his cryptic messages. “It just means like oh my god and stuff.”

“In what language?” you attempt to keep the small talk going. But from the look of Jungkook’s shifty eyes, it seems you’ve probed too far.

“Gaming... language…”

“Oh.” As far as you can tell by his brief responses, the boy would rather not elaborate further. So you let the conversation die.

Instead, the two of you begin wandering around the mall, hoping it’ll spark any sort of conversation. Of course it doesn’t.

At least not initially.

For exactly 16 minutes (you would know because you’d been checking your phone every other minute as if time would pass any faster that way), you and Jungkook aimlessly walk around the mall without saying a word. And it isn’t until a new shop fills Jungkook’s eyes with sparkles that you spot an opportunity to make something happen.

The shop window is decorated with the cutest recognizable characters: Pikachu, Totoro, Naruto, Sailor Moon, and all their friends. The boy appears to have his eye on the green dragon summoned from seven Dragon Balls. He doesn’t say anything, but it’s obvious he’s interested.

Knowing him, he’d say no if you asked him if he wanted to go inside, in fear of being a burden and wasting your time. So you find a loop hole.

“Let’s go in here,” you say. He nods, obediently following you in but keeping a safe distance. While he’d say no to his own desires, he has a hard time saying no to what everyone else wants. Sounds familiar.

The first thing you see when you walk in is the magic girl section. As someone who grew up admiring Sailor Moon, you would’ve liked to have scouted out that section for nostalgic purposes. The only thing stopping you is the hoard of weebs in that corner. Jungkook, on the other hand, goes right in.

As he joins the frenzy over waifus and body pillows, you shake your head and make a U-turn towards the section with ninjas, pirates, dragon slayers, and Saiyans. The seven plastic Dragon Balls call out to you, just as they had to Jungkook before he got distracted by pink-haired heroines. If you could have one wish granted with the magic of the Dragon Balls, what would you even wish for? There’s not much that you want, except for maybe a life you don’t feel ashamed of. But not even magic would be able to help you with that.

Sighing, you pick up a display model of one of the Dragon Ball fighters and replace his natural black hair with spiky blonde hair to transform him into a Super Saiyan, an almighty hero to protect the world.

“What exactly is the science behind turning blonde when they unleash their Super Saiyan strength?” you mumble to yourself… and the quiet boy next to you. He has a tiny shopping bag with him, so at least you know he didn’t splurge on a body pillow.

“From an artist’s perspective, it makes it easier for people to distinguish between different power levels. Especially in the comics where it’s black and white, so…” Jungkook’s rambling fades out when he realizes you might not be interested in his weeby-artist mind.

“That makes sense,” you say, still fumbling around with the Super Saiyan’s spiky blonde hair. You’d thought maybe it meant something more significant. As if changing one’s appearance could make them stronger by hiding who they really are. “But I suppose not all plot details need to be that deep.”

He nods and picks up another Dragon Ball character, the bald kid with six dots on his head, and wiggles it in your direction. “Is this the kind of anime you’re into?”

You can’t help but sneer at the random but mysterious six dots on the bald head. “This and Sailor Moon.”

Jungkook’s magic girl radar goes off when you mention Sailor Moon. “Oh, so like heroes and stuff?”

“I guess,” you answer, though you’ve never really thought about it that way. It’s not like you intentionally sought out for anything involving superheroes, but it’s something you’d always been naturally drawn to. “Though it seems a bit childish to say it out loud, doesn’t it?”

“I’m sure everyone has wished to be a hero at some point in their life,” the boy says, glancing back at the seven Dragon Balls. “After all, heroes give us something to admire and believe in.”

“Exactly.” You set the Super Saiyan back down on the shelf and stare at the glammed-up Sailor Moon beauties from afar. For just a split second, you’re reminded of your fateful decision to become Snow. “Kind of like idols, right?”

Jungkook flinches, clutching onto his shopping bag as if you’re lowkey judging him for being obsessed with not only pretty idols, but also pretty magic girls. You weren’t planning on bringing up the topic of idols because it can be quite toxic for yourself, but it somehow slipped out of your mouth in the presence of the biggest Snow fanboy. Oops.

“Yeah, kinda…” He lets out a half-laugh, but it sounds forced, only to fill another round of awkward silence as you both exit the anime shop. Great, you’ve brought up another touchy subject and now the boy’s back on lockdown. And just when the two of you were starting to get on the same page.

“I mean… I used to look up to the Sailor Moon characters… because they were my idols… my heroes…” you stumble over your words in an attempt to salvage any momentum you had built up with Jungkook. Surely this is something the weeb can relate to and not feel bad about now that you’ve exposed a bit of your dark past.

“Really?” He tilts his head and eases his grip on the shopping bag. “Who’s your bias—I mean favorite—of the Sailor Scouts?”

You assume he’s asking because your favorite can say a lot about you. Do you prefer crybabies like Sailor Moon, smarties like Mercury, hotheads like Mars, muscles like Jupiter, or perhaps the one who fantasizes over becoming an idol? “Sailor Venus.”

Before responding, Jungkook shuffles through his shopping bag and pulls out a tiny keychain of Sailor Venus with her pretty long hair and orange sailor suit. “Me too.”

You wonder what that says about Jeon Jungkook.

By the time lunch comes around, long silences still follow into the food court but somehow you feel less pressure to fill in the gaps. You’re simply okay with being in the boy’s company. Something about it is almost as refreshing as the iced tea you’re sipping on.

As you down your drink, you stare intently at the tall stack of pancakes across from you. The boy’s plate of fluffy delicacies has to be quadruple the size of your tiny salad bowl that you ordered out of habit.

“Um… do you want some?” Jungkook points to his pancakes, but his eyes are glued to your lips—probably because of the drool and not because you share the same pout as Snow.

“No thanks, I’m trying to eat healthier, and I already splurged on pancakes the other day,” you sigh. Even though you've taken a step back from idol life, you feel the need to maintain your image and health for the sake of fans who may worry about you. It’s in your blood, and sometimes you hate yourself for it. “But honestly, you’re really tempting me, you know.”

“Here.” Before you can refuse, Jungkook plops one of his pancakes onto the rim of your salad bowl. “It kinda defeats the purpose of dieting if it makes you unhappy, right? But that’s why cheat days exist~”

“That’s true.” You take a single bite of your pancake, savoring its subtle sweetness. You can’t remember the last time you found pure bliss in something as simple as pancakes without worry. “Thanks, Jung-”

You’re cut off by the fact that the boy’s stack of pancakes vanished, only leaving traces of syrup on the plate and a cute little crumb on the corner of his lips.

“Did you just inhale all your food while I took one (1) bite?”

He swallows the food in his mouth and takes a sip of his milk. “Maybe.”

You don’t know whether to be shocked or impressed, but it made you giggle either way. “You’re a funny guy, you know that?”

Flustered, the boy scurries off to dispose of his food tray. You rarely hand out compliments, and maybe this is why. It probably seems too out of character for someone like yourself, and Jungkook’s fragile little heart can’t handle it.

You punch yourself in the face until Jungkook walks back to the table. Seeing as you’ve only started making a dent in your lunch, he captures a few more photos on this phone, this time of the mall interior and food court. Then he pulls out his sketchbook.

He begins by mapping out a blank page with light lines and dots. Little by little, he adds in the tables, the people, the food. And before you know it, he has the whole food court sketched out and you haven’t even touched your salad yet.

“Are you into architecture? Or like exterior & interior design?” You don’t exactly know the proper art terms for whatever Jungkook’s drawing, but it would explain why he always seems to be taking photos of wherever he goes.

“Yeah, architecture and design are cool.” He shrugs and doesn’t sound all that convincing. So he diverts the spotlight back onto you. “By the way, I mean this in the least offensive way possible, but you’re not an art major, right?”

“Are you saying that because I’m shitty at art?” you pretend to be offended, but you know he’s not the malicious type. “Or because I’m always carrying a guitar to class?”

“The latter.” You see a tiny smirk on the boy’s face as he continues to add in details to his sketch. He’d never say it, but you can tell he’s also thinking your art is complete trash. “Is it music theory? Or just guitar? Or songwrit-”

Bing! Your phone notification saves you from a potentially loaded question about an uncertain future in music, and you couldn’t be more grateful. It’s a new Witch Hazel update from jk.seagull.

You glance over to Jungkook, expecting him to have the same notification on his phone. But he doesn’t. “I would’ve expected you of all people to have notifications turned on for Witch Hazel.”

“Really? Is it because you think I’m that in love with Snow?” It’s Jungkook’s turn to pretend to be offended. You’re glad to see him lightening up and not taking things to heart.

“Are you not in love with Snow?” you tease. Jungkook freezes and so do you. Why the fuck would you ever ask him if he’s in love with an extension of yourself? You don’t want to hear the answer because it’ll hurt you either way. “Nevermind, don’t answer that.”

You quickly skim jk.seagull’s beautiful comic-style artwork and stop at a panel of Snow and the new bunny boy character squaring up.

“But doesn’t this look like something right up your alley?” You flip your phone around to let the boy see the cute art.

“Does it?” Jungkook looks up from his sketchbook and puts down his pencil.

“Yeah, it feels like it would be more your style than realistic architecture would,” you say, although his sketch of the food court is somehow more gorgeous than the actual food court itself. “But I don’t know… You’d be fine with anything in the art field, to be honest.”

To your surprise, the boy shakes his head at your phone screen. “I’m not cut out for something like that.”

“Coming from the best artist in our class,” you say unconvinced. He has to be joking. Or maybe just overly modest. “Obviously I don’t know how you are with storytelling and stuff, but your art is undeniably incredible. And you have a lot of passion and knowledge for comics and anime…”

“Thanks, Y/N, but I don’t think that’s the problem.”

#bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts angst #bts fluff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts college au #jungkook #bts #bangtan #witch hazel

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ninaahelvar · 5 years ago

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Chivalry Fell On Its Sword (9/23)

Summary: All Arya wanted so to feel normal and go outside of the damn castle. Now, through a series of unfortunate, she’s stuck with a bodyguard that she accidentally flirted with: Gendry Waters.

AO3

A/N: what? two chapters in one week! well one is a joke chapter, we get productive. i'm only here for the laughs. xx and i did promise slam poetry so,.......

10:31pm - Arya: So, what youre saying is that you were awkward cause you could see through my blanket?

10:32pm - Gendry: dude, your nipples were showing through it, it was a turn on and then because incredibly awkward when your fucking mum walked in.

10:32pm - Arya: and everything else?

10:32pm - Gendry: fucked up universe keeping us apart, sorry

10:33pm - Arya: awwww you’re so cute when you’re desperate

10:33pm - Gendry: i don’t think you’re allowed to complain when you fucking yell at me in a hallway begging me for an answer for something i wasn’t intentionally doing

10:33pm - Arya: i stand by my reaction

10:33pm - Gendry: ok then

10:33pm - Arya: alright

10:35pm - Arya: soooooooooooooo

10:35pm - Arya: you still in the palace?

10:37pm - Gendry: You’re seriously horny right now?

10:37pm - Arya: aren’t you

10:38pm - Gendry: literally always, but i’m still in my meeting

10:38pm - Arya: i’ll send you nudes to keep your spirits up

10:42pm - Gendry: pls for the love of the gods, don’t, cause my spirits won’t be the only thing that’s up

Arya chew on her lip as she read over his name. His apology. His casual confession of love. And she beamed.

10:43pm - Gendry: can i see you later?

10:43pm - Arya: yes

~~~~

Bran wheeled up to the stage, a few stares and whispers as one of the wheels caught on the last step. In the end, the manager of the club and a few bystanders had to help him. It wasn’t embarrassing, just a little awkward to have three grown men fondling his chair and not him.

He had invited Arya, who happened to bring along Gendry - funny how her security followed her absolutely everywhere, but Bran wasn’t. He thought it may have been some ableist crap, but when he saw Arya’s hand on his wrist as Bran edged towards the mic it was clear what the real reason was. Also the hickey on his neck was a dead give away.

Bran cleared his throat and Arya and Gendry stopped speaking. The open mic night was his idea. Bran had worked up this plan for a while, knowing full well he could get away with it - but now he was here, and only confidence and determination ran through him. Chaos wheeling - if you will. He took a breath, then spoke into the mic.

“I’m a theology major, I can take confession, even with this wheelchair condition. My legs stopped working when the car flipped, now it seems like I’m the one that’s dicked. I make light of the frame that holds me, even when it’s the thing that has made me lonely. I smile and wave, even when no one thinks I’m gay. The wheels tend to avert the eyes, even when I wanna talk to guys. I hear sympathy from women across the world, but I can still make your world whirl. I don’t wanna talk about how the chair feels or what kind of drink I want with my meal - I’m a grown ass man, a man that just can’t stand. I’m filled with love and wanting, and I’m a fun guy that deserves some flaunting. I’m a theology major, I can take confession. And yes, to answer your question, my dick does work, and I have a suggestion. Either mind your business, apologise for the transgression. Or date me, I can still fuck, no repression, in succession, with or without discretion.”

When everyone was roaring with laughter, and Bran was helped from the stage, he wheeled over to Arya and Gendry’s table. They were trying hard to catch their breaths, hands on the ribs as they tried to form sentences.

“Your highness,” Gendry started before promptly bursting into laughter, patting Bran on the shoulder as he wheezed out another laugh.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I wanted everyone to know that I still fuck.”

The pair looked at each other before banging their hands on the table, the entire venue a stream of laughter. It made Bran happy.

The next day, Robb texted the group an article.

TO GROUP ‘The Ghost Fan Club (Jon fuck off)’

9:40am - Robb: “Prince Bran does the worst, most inappropriate poem at an open mic night”

9:40am - Robb: What the fuck did you do?

9:41am - Arya:

9:41am - Rickon: YOU FUCKING DIDN’T!!!!

9:41am - Sansa: i thought you were joking!

9:42am - Bran: I’m single, and the people deserve to know that my dick still works

9:42am - Jon: He’s right

9:43am - Davos: PRINCE BRAN - YOU DID NOT SAY THIS IN FRONT OF PEOPLE

9:43am - Arya: he said, and a quote ‘to answer your question, my dick does work’

9:44am - Davos: I might actually have a heart attack

9:44am - Rickon: HE NEEDS SOME MILK

9:45am - Davos: i think this is it for today. I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed.

9:46am - Rickon: press f in the chat for a fallen brother

9:46am - Robb: oh...that’s cold davos

9:47am - Sansa: this year we lost our dear brother bran

9:47am - Bran: quit telling everyone i’m dead

9:48am - Sansa: sometimes i can still hear his voice

The Memes of the Royalest Kind @TheRoyalMemeFamily: The family portrait for the Stark siblings is FINALLY out!

@TheRoyalMemeFamily: they are dressed in traditional Winterfell garments - only the royals now wear them. And they stink.

RobbWinterfell: @TheRoyalMemeFamily how can this be a family portrait if i’m not there

TheRoyalMemeFamily: @RobbWinterfell ohhhhh…..you must be that imposter king. We know you’re related to the actor Richard Madden

Sansa Stark of Winterfell @PrincessSansa: also, the only reason Arya likes wearing this outfit is cause hers comes with a sword

@TheRoyalMemeFamily: @PrincessSansa can confirm this outfit was made for a child

@AryaStark: @TheRoyalMemeFamily @PrincessSansa still as sharp as a real sword

@wetbreadvevo: so...the fucking starks have been posting pics from their family photoshoot this entire time and no one has questioned it? What the fuck

3:14pm - Jon: hey, mate, you know Richard Madden in gonna be at this event night, right

3:15pm - Robb: fuck….are you serious?

3:16pm - Jon: yep, saw the guest list last night

3:17pm - Robb: *typing*

3:17pm - Jon: yes it’s too late to cancel

3:17pm - Robb: fuck

3:18pm - Robb: can we just avoid him the entire night?

3:18pm - Jon: I mean sure but it’ll be a bit rude

3:19pm - Robb: okay new plan, I’ll greet him at the event, but if you see anyone taking pictures, tackle them to the ground

3:19pm - Robb: I don’t need the girls finding photographic evidence that I’ve met him

3:20pm - Jon: you know that I know you’ve met him before right

3:20pm - Robb: yes...but the girls are gonna give me so much shit, especially if we look buddy-buddy in the photos

TO GROUP ‘The Ghost Fan Club (Jon fuck off)’

8:20am - Sansa: so

8:20am - Sansa: richard madden was at that even last night huh?

8:20am - Sansa: the fuck robb

8:21am - Robb: i’m very proud of my ability to ignore the man all evening

8:22am - Jon: he hid behind a plant at one stage

8:22am - Jon: yes, everyone noticed

8:23am - Bran: who’s the idiot now

8:24am - Arya: still you

8:25am - Bran:

The Memes of the Royalest Kind @TheRoyalMemeFamily: rare photo of Arya Stark growing up

TO GROUP ‘The Ghost Fan Club (Jon fuck off)’

2:11am - Bran: you guys

2:11am - Bran: anyone awake

2:12am - Arya: yes but i’m trying to sleep

2:13am - Bran: too late now fucknuts

2:14am - Bran: you ever think about davos hears the message alerts for this chat and just kinda….dies inside?

2:15am - Sansa: oh for sure

2:16am - Jon: I’ve seen his eyes close and pray for it

2:18am - Robb: once in a meeting, i swear i saw him almost throw his phone across the room cause you guys wouldn’t shut up and he doesn’t know how to mute his phone

2:20am - Rickon:

2:25am - Davos: i think this is how you kids say it

2:25am - Davos: mood

2:25am - Bran: DBIGIWEBGOUWR

2:25am - Arya: IUQWBIUBUIBUIBIUNOI

2:25am - Sansa: WTFFFFFFFFFFFF

2:25am - Jon: i’m fucking dreaming

2:25am - Rickon: I CAN’T BREATHE

2:25am - Robb: im

2:26am - Arya: WHAT IN THE WORLD IM LIVING

2:26am - Davos: go to bed

The Memes of the Royalest Kind @TheRoyalMemeFamily: a queen can party

@PrincessSansa: @TheRoyalMemeFamily we stan a legend

Mother of Dragons @QueenDany: @TheRoyalMemeFamily @PrincessSansa i seem to remember this was at least two bottles of wine in for you

@PrincessSansa: @QueenDany @TheRoyalMemeFamily pretty sure you were 4, but who was counting

@DailyMail: it’s highly inappropriate for a sitting monarch and other royal members to be out drinking and showcasing that online - read the article here

@QueenDany: @DailyMail

@PrincessSansa: @QueenDany @DailyMail

The Memes of the Royalest Kind@TheRoyalMemeFamily:Royal bodyguard spotted yet AGAIN with a different model

@TheRoyalMemeFamily: who is he

@PodrickPayne: @TheRoyalMemeFamily

Arya ‘Not Today’ Stark @AryaStark:

@JonSnow: @AryaStark 👀

@PrincessSansa: @AryaStark 👀

@RealBranStark: @AryaStark 👀

@RickonStark: @AryaStark 👀

@RobbWinterfell: @AryaStark 👀

@RickonStark:

@RickonStark: That’s it. That’s the tweet

8:29pm - Pod: so what youre saying is that i’m a chad?

8:29pm - Sansa: no a himbo is necessarily a chad

8:30pm - Pod: im more himbo than chad

8:31pm - Sansa: you can be a chad if you’re not a himbo but you can’t be a himbo if you’re not a chad

8:32pm - Gendry: you guys know this is the group chat right?

8:33pm - Sansa: now gendry is a chad

8:35pm - Gendry: low blow sansa

#gendrya #got fic #gendry x arya #arya x gendry #gendrya fic #my fics #chivalry fell on its sword

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squadlessgeek · 6 years ago

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Title: When He Sees Me

Summary: human au ; logan is nervous and overthinking when roman sets him up on a blind date. based on the song “When He Sees Me” from Waitress, and this wonderful animatic by @voidsides / @artfromthevoid

Warnings:

Word count: 2,435

Pairings: Logicality (Logan x Patton) and background Prinxiety (Virgil x Roman)

Tag List: (let me know if you’d like to be added or removed) Tag List: (let me know if you’d like to be added or removed) @monikastec @persepinecone @horsesquid @sassyandmessy @ilivetoexist @lizaelsparrow @galaxy-warping @insanityandimperfection @sander-fander-sides @swlotakulady34 @llamaavocado @applecannibal @helloisthisusernametaken @wildhorsewolf @justanotherpurplebutterfly @beautifully-terribly @awkward-avocado-of-death @ab-artist @toujours-fidele @an-awkward-gay @anaveragegay @gingergiraffe101 @i-just-punched-malfoy @musikasworld @constantstateoftired

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The ringing in Logan’s ears almost drowned out the excited giggling from Roman, the amused snickers from Virgil. Almost. He blinked a few times, shook his head, even pressed the tip of a fingernail into the pad of his thumb hard enough to hurt, hoping to wake up from some sort of awful dream. None of the above worked.

“I’m sorry, you what?” He asked finally, brows drawn together and staring Roman down like he’d just dealt the worst betrayal in the history of their friendship.

Roman raised a hand to his face and laughed behind it. He lounged carelessly on their sectional sofa, his boyfriend of three years, Virgil, settled in beside him. The three had been roommates since college, and while being the third wheel was occasionally awkward and undesirable for Logan, they were his best and only friends, and it just made more sense to keep their living situation the same throughout the years; economically, of course.

“I set you up! He’s so cute, Lo, look!” Roman tried to show Logan a picture of the mystery man, but Logan brushed him aside. He looked to Virgil for help, who only shrugged.

“It’s just a date,” Virgil said from behind the screen of his phone. Logan gawked at him. The most apprehensive, cautious person Logan has ever known, somehow calm about the situation. Of all people, Logan would’ve expected Virgil to understand.

Logan took a deep breath and adjusted his glasses, turning towards the staircase that led to the bedrooms upstairs. “I’m not going,” he said. Roman complained loudly, hopping up from his seat to follow his roommate upstairs. “End of discussion. You can’t just— I don’t understand what the thought process behind this decision was.”

“He’s cute, and single! See, you two have so much in common already.” Logan rolled his eyes and stopped at the top of the stairs, turning to look at Roman. “I swear, you’ll like him. Even if you don’t work out romantically, you two could still be adorable as friends. Plus... I think he’d be good for you.”

Logan squinted down at Roman, the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure out what that could mean. “Good for me?”

“You know what I mean. You need to get out more, meet new people. You seriously smell like an old, wet book. That’s not even an insult, it’s just the truth. Right? Back me up, V.”

“I’m not part of this,” Virgil called from the couch.

“Whatever,” Roman continued. “In any case, you should go.” He reached for Logan’s hand, who only resisted a little while Roman tugged him back downstairs. “I know you’re scared, but—“

“Scared?” At the bottom of the stairs once again, Logan pulled his hand away from Roman, shaking his head. “Please. I’m not scared.” Roman raised an eyebrow at him, the corner of his lip twitching up into a skeptical smile. “I’m not! It’s just— you don’t really know him, right? You only recently met him. He could be dangerous. He could be unstable, he could turn out to be some stalker with psychopathic tendencies, he could be anyone!” As Logan rambled on, he paced around the living room, only working himself up even more. Roman kept trying to interject, and Virgil, now interested, opted for watching this scene play out rather than keeping his eyes glued to his phone.

“Lo, he’s sweet—“

“What if we sit at a booth and he wants to sit beside me instead of across? What if he talks too much, or too quickly, and I’m not interested in what he has to say, or worse, I can’t understand what he’s saying at all? What if he asks me too many questions, tries to pry into my personal life before I even know him? There are so many things— you don’t understand, he could prefer Coke instead of Pepsi, he could eat Oreos the wrong way, he could prefer the movie over the book, he could drink his coffee with way too much sugar. Oh, my god, he could be colorblind! How untrustworthy is that?!”

Logan only stopped his tangent once he actually looked at the expressions on his friends’ faces. They looked at him like he might explode, like he was crazy, and it made his entire body tense.

“So,” Roman cautioned, “You’re scared.”

There was a beat of silence as Logan pushed his hair back, regained his composure. And yet his voice cracked the slightest bit as he breathed, “Terrified.”

Admitting his fears was never his strong suit. Admitting anything, really, was quite a feat he was not too familiar with. He let himself sink onto the other end of the sectional, removing his glasses briefly to rub at his face. Virgil sat forward in his seat and placed a tentative hand on Logan’s knee.

“I’m just being cautious,” Logan sighed, sure that Virgil was going to comment on how crazy he was acting.

“I know,” was what he said instead. Logan looked up at him, meeting his eyes, watching that familiarly hesitant smile. “But I don’t think you’re afraid that you’ll hate him. I think you’re afraid that you’ll like him.”

Logan felt his face grow warm and averted his gaze to the carpet, Roman "Oooh”-ing dramatically from the other side of the couch. He quieted with a sharp look from Logan, but the words still hung heavy in his mind. He was afraid of so many things, mostly of the unknown. Of what he could never be sure about. Of ifs and buts and maybes. And this whole thing was chock full of the unknown. But maybe, facing his fears wouldn’t be so bad, because in a way, it would calm them. At least he could be sure.

“There is probably one thing you should know,” Roman said, snapping Logan out of his thoughts. “Patton is colorblind.”

And so the unknown becomes the known.

And in a way, it’s comforting.

Roman According to him he’s wearing a baby blue sweater and overalls. Cute. He’s got round glasses and just an absolute mess of freckles, and he literally lights up a room when he walks in - you can’t miss him. 10:22am

Virgil we told him you would probably be the only person on the whole block wearing a tie. he’s excited that you both wear glasses. good luck lo. u got this. 10:28am

Logan sighed to himself as he scanned the messages in the group chat the three of them shared. He decided against correcting Roman on his incorrect use of the word “literally,” and instead put his phone on silent and tucked it back into his pocket. He didn’t want to come across as rude if it went off in the middle of this... interaction. He preferred not to call it a date. Calling it a date made it real in a way that Logan would rather avoid for now. Just until he knew more.

When it was his turn in line, he ordered a coffee, sixteen ounces, black. As the barista rang him up and took his card, he decided that this was ridiculous. He shouldn’t have come. He should have stayed at home, made his own coffee, gotten some work done. Instead he decided to spend the day standing in a cafe full of people nothing like him, for a stranger that might not even show up. A stranger who might be wrong for him in so many ways, who might not be worth the anxiety of an ordeal like this.

He could have Roman apologize for him, and it would be fine, everything would go back to normal and he would never have to think about the colorblind stranger again. He had more to lose from staying than he did from leaving. He thanked the barista as she handed him his cup, and turned back to the door with full intention of going home.

But then he understood what Roman meant.

Just as he turned toward the door, someone else walked through it. His eyes, behind round wire frames, held a mix of hope and nerves, and didn’t try to hide the fact that they were looking for something in particular. Freckles dusted his cheeks and the bridge of his nose; if one were to focus they would notice that the little dots continued down his neck and beneath his sweater. Baby blue. Accompanied with white overalls.

You can’t miss him.

Logan’s stomach twisted, especially as the nervous and hopeful eyes landed on him. Too late. As he walked towards Logan, the latter panicked. He could slip past him, quickly walk out, get into his car, and leave. Or he could pretend to be someone else, despite the description his friends provided. Logan? Who’s he? Never heard of him.

And yet.

“Hi! Are you Logan? I like your tie.”

He found himself answering, “Yes. Thank you.” He managed to recover enough to extend his free hand, blinking away the initial shock from seeing him. “Patton, right?”

The handshake was accepted, though not before Patton gave him a funny look, like it was an odd greeting. Had he already somehow messed up? But he was smiling, in a way that was almost painfully genuine, so evidently things weren’t starting off too poorly. “That’s me! Should we pick out a table?” Logan let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. Table, not a booth. Good start. Logan preferred plain chairs over booths any day.

“Yes, let’s. Are you going to order anything?” He asked, gesturing to the counter where he’d gotten his coffee. Patton shook his head and held up a reusable cup that would have matched the shade of his sweater if it weren’t for the countless stickers decorating it. The contents looked very chocolatey.

“I brought my own!” he said, as he picked a table and sat down, Logan following his lead. “It’s just a milkshake; caffeine has the opposite effect on me, makes me tired.” Okay, while sugary milkshakes in the morning were a questionable dietary choice at best, at least his coffee order wasn’t some complicated, elaborate, unhealthy thing. “So, I’ve heard lots about you from Roman,” Patton said, sitting cross-legged in his chair. It didn’t look comfortable. Logan felt himself break into a cold sweat, wondering what his roommate would have said about him.

“Oh?” He tried his best to sound casual, collected.

“Only good things, don’t worry. Well… Sort of. I mean, you know Roman, he can make everything out to be way more dramatic than it actually is.”

Logan nodded at that, sighing to himself. The amount of insects he’s had to let outside in order to quiet Roman’s shrieking… “Well, what sort of things did he tell you?”

Patton twirled his straw between two fingers, his eyebrows drawing together as he recalled the information. Every expression he made was very pronounced, like he wore every emotion and thought out on his sleeve. Logan couldn’t believe Roman would see these two people, entirely opposite of each other, and think that they would be completely compatible for one another. “Um… well he said you’re very focused, and stubborn. And smart. Very smart. And that you know the answer to just about any random question you could think of.”

Logan couldn’t help his small twitch of a smile. Roman called him smart. And the last statement was true enough; he could recall several late nights when he’d get a knock on his bedroom door and Roman or Virgil would poke their head in, ready to ask some inane question. One of his favorites was when Virgil asked if bees sneeze. They don’t, by the way. They lack noses, as well as mouths and lungs. “He also said that you were nervous about this date,” Patton continued, before sipping his milkshake with an amused glint in his eyes. Logan stiffened. “It’s okay! I was pretty nervous too. It’s been a while since my last date, so…” He trailed off as Logan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Patton’s confession of his own nerves should have helped to calm Logan’s, but it didn’t.

“I… don’t tend to do anything that may come with a high risk,” he said. “With things like this, there’s so much unknown. And I’m much more comfortable sticking with things I already know. If I’m completely candid, I almost didn’t come. And I almost left before you arrived.”

While Patton so far had worn most of his emotions in his expression, now there seemed to be something he was hiding, though not very well. Logan could tell by the small, forced smile, and the way he looked down at his cup, that what Logan admitted had stung in one way or another.

“It’s nothing personal,” Logan said quickly, for some reason eager to reassure him in a way that he usually never cared to do with anyone else. “Roman probably told you that I appreciate new information, I like to learn as much as I can. Well, I was… nervous… because of the unknown. Because I didn’t know anything about you. But I think… I think I’m willing to learn.” Patton’s genuine smile had returned, at least a little bit, and his eyes flitted down to the table. Logan followed his gaze and saw that he had subconsciously rested his hand on top of Patton’s while he spoke. Warmth flooded into his face and he pulled his hand back, apologizing softly.

Patton giggled, the most musical sound Logan ever heard. “It’s okay. I liked it.”

His happiness was infectious; Logan definitely understood what Roman meant about lighting up a room.

And, worse, he understood what Virgil meant the night before. I think you’re afraid that you’ll like him. Facing one fear means facing a hundred more, each more terrifying than the last. If Patton had been unlikeable from the moment they met, Logan would have walked out of that cafe having lost nothing. But instead, he left feeling as if he’d gained something.

And everything that could be gained, could also be lost.

Before they parted ways, they exchanged information. Their phone numbers, and Logan had also given Patton the link to his blog, since the latter grew excited when it was mentioned, and insisted on reading it. No one had ever been excited to read his blog before.

Just as Logan arrived back at the apartment and pulled his phone from his pocket to unsilence it, a new notification from a new contact was displayed on the screen.

Patton When can I see you again? 12:02pm

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galaxy-whiskers · 5 years ago

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I was tagged by @bailandonorris, thanks!

1. what is the colour of your hair brush?

I have a silver paddle brush which I don’t use very often, a transparent and purple swirly coloured (honestly don’t know how else to describe) afro comb, and a regular black comb.

2. name of a food you never eat?

Tuna, can’t stand it. To be honest, I eat most things if they’re warm, but VERY fussy when it comes to cold food

3. are you typically too warm or too cold?

Definitely too hot! I still have a fan on in the winter at night time

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Playing Animal Crossing, tried to catch some tarantulas because Flick is on my island but the dodos don’t seem to want to send me to any decent islands so my mission was unsuccessful

5. what’s your favourite candy bar?

That’s a hard one... probably either Cadbury’s marvelous creations with the jelly beans and popping candy, darkmilk, or the one with oreos. Snickers are pretty great too, also Kinder Bueno and just Kinder chocolate in general. Basically, what I’m saying is I love chocolate

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event?

Yes, I went to the London 2012 Olympics to watch show jumping, football and basketball! Have probably been to others? Really want to go to Wimbledon at some point but not sure when I’ll be able to do that. Does dog agility count as sport? Seen it at Crufts multiple times

7. what is the last thing you said out loud?

‘Night night curly shoes’ - a goodnight wish for my sweet doggo Ivy

8. what is your favourite ice cream?

I’m a fan of coconut ice cream it has to be said, also honeycomb, and your standard Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough is high up there. Really specifically, the vanilla ice cream from the waffle shop in Cirencester. To be honest, don’t eat much ice cream, not my go-to food choice because I’m lactose intolerant and a lot of it makes me feel sick just thinking about it. Has to be good!

9. what is the last thing you had to drink?

Some water, absolute health right here (she says drinking her first glass of water all day after about 4 cans of Pepsi Max whoops)

10. do you like your wallet?

I guess so, yes. Could probably do with a slightly more efficient one but it’s decent

11. what was the last thing you ate?

A jazz apple from the fridge. We have no pink ladies which are the favourites but jazz are pretty tasty too

12. did you buy any new clothes last week?

No, only virtual ones in Animal Crossing. I haven’t been clothes shopping in so long and doesn’t look like that will change anytime soon

13. last sporting event you watched?

Honestly no idea, since all the sport has been cancelled for a while I can’t think what the last thing would have been. Probably Cheltenham races on the telly back in February or March or whenever it was?

14. what’s your favourite flavour of popcorn?

The classic, salty cinema popcorn. Honestly the best

15. who was the last person you sent a message to?

Strangely, someone from my secondary school who I haven’t ever spoken to over message before. She posted our leavers video on her Instagram and thought I’d message since I’d been looking for that video for y e a r s and sparked a conversation! She never liked me much back in school I don’t think, she was popular and I really wasn’t so I never properly spoke to her. One of my friends had a bit of drama with her, absolutely hated her, but they eventually became best pals. Also her best pal during most of school really didn’t like me for some reason... anyway, had a nice chat, strange how friendly she seems these days

16. ever go camping?

Uhh well... I’ve been 4 times, 2 of which were for D of E and I can safely say I’ve never had a good experience. First time, the people in the tent next to us got arrested at 3AM for drugs or something, second time was my dad’s 40th birthday and my brother didn’t know he was allergic to nuts so eating a cake with mixed nuts on the top didn’t go down well for him... also went to a restaurant on the way there with my granny and got a caterpillar in my salad. Third and fourth times, let’s just say D of E was one of the worst experiences of my life, I’ll leave it at that... would really like to go camping again though to have a good experience, maybe change my mind on it? I don’t know, willing to give it a try

17. do you take vitamins?

I go through phases, sometimes I take them every day, other times I don’t take them for like 3 months

18. do you go to church every sunday?

I used to, but as I got older I slowly went less and less until I didn’t go at all. I lost faith I guess? Kind of didn’t feel I belonged there or believed anymore. I loved singing the hymns and our vicar was an absolute lad, we also got biscuits at the end of each service, but over time I decided it wasn’t right for me to keep going. Pretty much all the people that go to ours are your typical white, posh, probably homophobic and hate children type so that put me off. Also after everything that’s happened in mine and other’s lives, I slowly lost the belief in God. If all of it was true, why would these things happen? I guess also my scientific mind was constantly telling me there’s no proof. I think the only reason I went to begin with was because it was a family thing and as a child I believed pretty much everything that was said

19. do you have a tan?

No, certainly not... used to when I lived in the Caribbean but now I’m pretty much white as a sheet

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza?

A very difficult one... probably chinese? As much as I love pizza, it’s the same issue as the ice cream

21. do you drink soda with a straw?

Nah not a fan of straws, they taste weird

22. what colour socks do you wear?

ALL THE COLOURS! I own a pair of socks for every outfit to colour co-ordinate, my sock draw is overflowing

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit?

Strangely, I drive under by quite a bit when no one else is around. It’s the other cars that stress me out and make me go too fast. Also I have a black box so not allowed

24. what terrifies you?

Good question, lots of things... the sea, pools, tbh water in general, heights, rejection, the current impending doom, large open spaces with no walls I can be against, losing everyone I love, the fact that anyone might be secretly talking about me behind my back because they actually hate me, the list goes on but I won’t continue it

25. look to your left what do you see?

An empty Pepsi Max can, a glass of water, some crocodile scissors, my Switch, a cranberry scented candle, and some tiny balls of wool

26. what chore do you hate?

Got to be changing my bed, or washing up when the things have got cold food left on them

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?

A throwback to year 8

28. what’s your favourite soda?

Pepsi Max

29. do you go into fast food places or drive thru?

It depends who I’m with

30. who was the last person you talked to?

My mum about a meteor shower and satellites

31. favourite cut of beef?

A random question... I do like a good rump steak

32. last song you listened to?

You Make My Dreams by Hall and Oates because I’m using it in my animation project

33. last book you read?

I’m like part way through Good Omens and have been for quite some time... I have learning difficulties and find reading a lot of effort so don’t read very often

34. can you say the alphabet backwards?

No, it’s the kind of thing I’d have expected myself to learn at some point but never did

35. how do you like your coffee?

I don’t like coffee so in the bin

36. favourite pair of shoes?

My multicoloured Vans, got them in the second week of uni and I’ve loved them ever since

37. the time you normally go to bed?

Well, currently it’s around 1AM to go to bed, 3AM to sleep. Used to be around 12/1AM sleep but the lockdown has ruined that

38. the time you normally wake up?

Again, currently it’s around 11:30AM to wake up then 12PM to do things but used to be around 9:30/10AM. To be honest I still sometimes wake up then but I go back to sleep again because I have no reason to exist more than I need

39. what do you prefer sunrise or sunsets?

Sunrise is always nice to watch, but I don’t like getting up early so definitely sunset, especially when you’re at a restaurant or sitting outside somewhere in the countryside

40. how many blankets are on your bed?

Just the one duvet, but I have a soft fish patterned blanket for when I want something to cuddle with

41. describe your kitchen plates?

We have some plain white ones and some that are white with leaves around the edges. The edges have a ridged pattern and the rims are gold

42. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?

I don’t drink so no

43. do you play cards?

Yes, love a good card game!

44. what colour is your car?

It’s very nice Caribbean sea blue. Used to be my mum’s car, it’s her favourite colour

45. can you change a tire?

I probably could if I had to but can’t say I’ve done it before

46. your favourite province?

I guess that’s counties? Hometown of Gloucestershire is up there, also a fan of Devon. My favourites may have to be Caenarfonshire and Anglesey though after the road trip last year

47. favourite job you’ve had?

Not sure really, I guess it would have to be doing my art commissions

48. how did you get your biggest scar?

The biggest scar I have these days is on my right knuckle between my index and middle finger, it’s very small. I got it from when I was holding a horse still before untacking and he decided that hay was more exciting, caught my hand on a splintered wooden fence and that was that

49. what did you do today that made someone happy?

Nothing, I’ve only seen my family and even then it was for a short time. Don’t think I make anyone happy these days ahah

It’s now 3:22AM, that took longer than I expected. ‘I’ll go to sleep early today’ I said but I say that every day. Don’t know why I keep lying to myself.

Anyway, I guess I have to tag someone now, so I tag @duckingpunches !

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bechloe-are-acadorable · 6 years ago

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Butterflies - Bechloe (Pt9)

Part 9/?

Chloe woke up with a groan, her head pounding, she moaned at the pain causing Beca to stir and start to wake up next to her. It was only then that Chloe felt Beca's hand "Um... Beca?" She began to which Beca mumbled back "Um, your hand is on my ass" She said trying to hold back a giggle as Beca's hand shot away from Chloe. "Sorry, shit sorry" Beca mentally facepalmed as she felt the blush on her cheeks "It's fine, it's the most action I've had in a while" Chloe joked "Wait why am I in my underw- oh my god" She put her hands on her head "Oh my god oh my god oh my god. I have to go" Chloe stood up abruptly and quickly put some clothes on before leaving "Chlo wait" Beca began but the redhead ignored her and ran to Aubrey's room.

"Oh my god Aubrey!" She half yelled to the girl who had woken up a few minutes earlier "Why did I do that? Oh my god" She sat on the end of Aubrey's bed "What are you talking about?" Aubrey questioned. "I fucking tried it on with Beca last night! I tried to kiss her and tried to seduce her and get her to sleep with me! I'm such an idiot!" Chloe hit her own head in frustration "That's it I have to leave, I can't stay here having done that last night" Chloe continued to pace the room "Don't be silly, you were drunk, it happens" Aubrey said trying to calm the ginger.

"How many times have you done that huh? None. She's going to know how I feel and its going to be so awkward! I can't face her today, I just, I can't do it. Please come somewhere with me today, we'll come back tonight for the party and hopefully there will be enough people so that I can avoid her. Please?" Chloe was borderline begging now "Sure give me five minutes to get ready" Aubrey sighed.

Beca heard the front door shut about 15 minutes after Chloe had left the room and was sure that it was her best friend leaving. She knew that Chloe would be embarrassed if she remembered what had happened last night but she didn't think that she'd storm out. "Shit" Beca mumbled before going downstairs to start tidying up and to text Chloe.

My Becs💕: Are you okay? x (10:14am)

My Becs💕: Chlo, I'm getting worried x (11:22am)

My Becs💕: Just let me know that you're safe? x (12:37pm)

Beca: Are you with Chloe? Is she okay? I'm worried (1:02pm)

Aubrey: Yeah I'm with Chloe she's fine her phone has died (1:13pm)

Beca: Oh okay, glad she's okay (1:15pm)

Beca knew what it was a lie, she had made sure Chloe's phone was on charge last night so should still have battery, but Chloe obviously didn't want to speak to Beca yet so, she didn't push the issue any further. After tidying the whole downstairs Beca went back up to hers and Amy's room, Fat Amy had the Tv on in their room but muted it when Beca walked in.

“Hey Beca, why the long face?" Fat Amy asked. Beca thought she would explode if she didn't tell somebody "Amy, I don't know if I should be telling you this or not, but I need to talk to someone, just promise you won't say anything to anyone?" Beca blurted out as Amy sat up intrigued "Cross my heart" Beca joined Amy on her bed and thought for a little while about what exactly to say.

"Well, last night Chloe was wasted so I took her to bed and-" She began "You finally boned! God there was always so much sexual tension with you two it was starting to get awkward" Fat Amy said with a huge grin "What? No, she was drunk and she tried to kiss me and well I don't know if she was joking or not but Aubrey walked in and Chlo was half naked and Chlo said that we were going to have sex" Beca blurted out "And then she woke up this morning and I think she must have remembered what happened last night and she left with Bree and she won't answer my texts and Aubrey said she's fine but her phone is dead but I know that that's a lie so she clearly doesn't want to speak to me and I just don't know what to do!" Beca exclaimed, out of breath from rambling on without pause.

"She's probably just embarrassed, she'll be home soon" Amy shrugged as if it was no big deal "You think? You don't think she hates me?" Beca asked "Nah, she'll be back in time for the party mark my words" Beca sighed in relief "Thanks Aims, I'm going to go take a shower now" Fat Amy nodded back at this and resumed her TV programme.

Beca felt extremely lonely all day, it wasn't that she didn't have people she could hang out with, in fact she could hear all the Bellas laughing and they'd asked her if she wanted to join them, but she just felt lonely without Chloe. Without the one person she truly opened up to. The one person she truly loved.

Beca moped around the house all day before reluctantly getting dressed for the house party drunk Beca had organised the week before and setting the place up. She just wished she could go to bed and wake up to see Chloe next to her.

Chloe and Aubrey had had an extensive chat about all things Beca that day and concluded that Beca just didn't feel for Chloe the way that Chloe felt for Beca. It had caused bucketloads of tears for the redhead and the crushing of her already fragile heart but she was determined to get over her friend to preserve their friendship, after all having Beca as only a friend was preferable to not being in her life at all.

"How am I supposed to get over her though Bree?" Chloe sniffled "I usually wouldn't advise it but they do say that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else" Aubrey shrugged as Chloe stared at her mouth agape. "Do you think so?" Chloe asked as Aubrey nodded "Give me your phone" Chloe did as she said "There I've texted Tom to come to the party tonight" Chloe nodded quietly, well if this is what it takes to get over Beca then she'd give it a go

#bechloe #pitch perfect #bechloe fanfic #bhloe #butterflies #butterflies part 9

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dicnysiac-blog · 6 years ago

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✆✉ ⁇ ✿ ø ✘@ & % ツ $ ♀

send “✆” for a MORNING text.

[ 7:54am ] → hey so i left my watch in your room but i’ve got a class to get to rn[ 7:54am ] → will you promise not to be mean to me when i drop by to pick it up later??

send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

[ 12:05am ] → i know what we have is more of a once every other week kind of deal but[ 12:05am ] → my sheets still kind of smell like you and i wish you were here

send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ 4:13am ] → hhey i know your worth is not defined by your appearsance or wtever buvt i just wnted to say that youre really rEALLy realaly beauiutfl

send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

[ 10:27pm ] → everyone’s out and i’ve got the suite all to myself[ 10:27pm ] → come over you can tell me how much you hate me[ 10:27pm ] → or we can fuck, it’s whatever

send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[ 2:32am ] → you ever look at the stars and realise just how insignificant we are?[ 2:32am ] → we’re barely a speck of dust in the face of the universe[ 2:32am ] → nothing we do will ever matter in the grand scheme of things[ 2:33am ] → i guess that’s why i just do whatever the fuck i want all the time[ 2:33am ] → if nothing truly matters then i might as well enjoy it while it lasts[ 2:34am ] → sorry about all that it’s just one of those nights[ 2:34am ] → goodnight

send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

[ 8:33pm ] → you walk around acting like you’re better than everyone else all the time[ 8:33pm ] → you’re such a fucking hypocrite sometimes, you know that?[ 8:34pm ] → whatever i’m done

send “@” for a SCARED text.

[ 2:18am ] → harper????[ 2:18am ] → what do you mean you think someone’s following you???[ 2:18am ] → harper if this is a joke it isnt funny[ 2:18am ] → where are you????[ 2:18am ] → harper istg[ 2:18am ] → jesus fuck ok im on my way

send “&” for a LOVING text.

[ 11:05am ] → hey uh thanks for yesterday[ 11:05am ] → i have no idea why you stayed but i appreciate it[ 11:05am ] → also im sorry about throwing up on your lap

send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[ 3:50pm ] → so that guy you were chatting with on the quad[ 3:50pm ] → the one who was standing really close to you[ 3:50pm ] → new boyfriend? should i offer him my condolences?

send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

[ 10:34am ] → I GOT AN A ON THE ESSAY[ 10:34am ] → wanna go out tonight to celebrate??[ 10:34am ] → i know you hate when i offer to pay but i just wanna say thank you

send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[ 4:47pm ] → me and harper????? lol as if[ 5:04pm ] → whoops i meant to send that to josh[ 5:04pm ] → he asked if we were dating lmao

send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[ 3:22am ] → i wasnt going to say anything but[ 3:22am ] → cindy told me what you said to her the other day[ 3:22am ] → if that’s what you really think of me then you don’t know me at all[ 3:22am ] → and maybe we shouldn’t see each other anymore

#harperxfitch #↪︎ ❛ ask me no questions i will tell you no lies » inbox.#who's josh?#who's cindy?#what did harper say to cindy????#idk

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a debate about debates. The show goes up and is titled with their chosen conclusion, it was obvious no debate would occur and try as they might @ScientistMel and @OceanKeltoi weren't heard for even giving slight feedback. Mel was actively attacked by the folks in the chat.../9

— 🌽The REAL Godless Iowan🌽 (@TheGodlessIowan) March 10, 2019

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remembermemorablememories · 6 years ago

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Thursday, February 21, 2019

post #409

main points:

- breakfast at family friends

- editing chicago/seattle video

- drive towards austin

- stop by the hospital where i was born

- stop by riverwalk and the alamo

- stop by texas state university

- stop by pho for dinner

- visit family friends in austin, and former neighbors

today i:

- woke up around 10 or 10:30am ish. i lazed in bed for a bit watching some youtube. sam kolder made such a sick video on the creative process

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAq_AL9TXOc

got out of bed and ate some breakfast, which was boiled egg + avocado spread. that was really good. then ate some dumplings

- mom and dad went out to look around the property since the house was huge. i started finishing up my edits of the chicago + seattle video, mostly just doing color correction for the rest of the video. my parents and family friend also went to pick up the rental car so i worked for like two hours

when they got back, there was a squirrel in the yard eating an orange. it was so interesting seeing it open and peel a big orange :p we took pics and videos

- ate lunch, which was xi fan and leftovers from dinner last night. solid solid :)

- i finished my video so i started rendering it and then tentatively uploaded it to youtube yay

we said good bye to the family friend and we left her house and started driving towards austin

- the first stop we made was at the hospital where i was born. mom and i got out to take a couple pictures while dad drove around trying to find parking but just ended up going in circles to wait for us. it was interesting cause i have no recollection of the hospital but my mom and her family friend (who housed us) said it was the first place i ever visited in the world which is true :p

- we drove over to the alamo to visit some touristy stuff

got some pictures of the alamo, also visited the church and surrounding garden area, which was relatively small. then we walked over to the riverwalk and walked along it for a bit. there were a bunch of ducks and birds around who seemed to get their source of food from tourists. also dick’s was there which is a restaurant where the waiters/waitresses purposely act like dicks to you (from what i’ve heard)

mom wanted some ice cream so we got some in the hyatt hotel we walked through to get to the riverwalk. it was blue bell’s ice cream which seems very popular around the area. then we got some mexican food (fajitas) for our lunch at like 2:30pm. also it was happy hour so dad got a margarita for $4. the fajitas were okay ish but i guess that’s expected for touristy spots. dad said we should find local places for really good mexican food which i agree with

there were ducks and birds flying around and a bird pooped from above and it landed on my right shoulder >: O i was kind of annoyed but at least it didn’t land on my head like it did once before. i went to the bathroom to try to wash it out and it sort of worked... but there’s a white ish stain there

the people behind us who left had their table immediately ravaged by pigeons. LOL. cause they had leftover food on the table so the pigeons came and just ate all of it causing a mess

- left the riverwalk area and drove the car over to texas state university where mom and dad went to school. on the drive i felt strangely relaxed. the highway was so vast and open and just straight up flat. in california it’s vast and open but in the distance you can always see mountains. here it’s just straight up flat for miles. i ended up taking a nap before we got to the university

first we drove the car over to their first apartment, which is wild!! :o mom and dad told me about how they used to bike or take the bus, or just flat out walk up the hills to get to their apt. i took some pictures of them in front of the building and then we headed towards campus

we parked the car and walked around campus, first stopping by the music building and taking some pictures. then to the dean’s office with a view. then towards the library, visiting the top 7th floor. their library is HUUUUGE. then to the math/computer science department. it was cool, i feel like mom and dad were reliving some of their college memories. they told me about when i was a baby and mom took a pic in her graduation gown near the gym, dad’s roommates biking incident (the nurse asked him who the president was since he hit his head), how they would go to study at the library, and other stuff

as we walked back to the car, i was curious what i’d feel like in 30-40 years when i go back to visit BU. mom and dad said it was great to come back and see the college campus again, just to see where they came from

- it was about 5:30pm and mom suggested we go eat pho cause it would be traffic heavy anyway. so we went to a pho 99 place about 15 minutes away from campus. ate some pho (pretty solid), then stopped by walmart to by a 12 pack of water. and also got some lemon girl scout cookies

- drove over to our old cul de sac, stopping by jackie’s parents house! it was kind of surreal being back in the neighborhood. i had very faint snippets of memories of this place and what it looked like. the proportions all seemed off though. like our old house seemed smaller in the front. but the circular part at the end of the cul de sac seemed bigger than i thought. also we saw some deer. but yeah there were so many childhood memories here. i remember i hung out with jackie a lot when we were kids

we said hi to jackie’s parents first then went to visit our neighbors since mom heard that they’re still around. we just kind of knocked on their doors since we had no contact with them though LOL

we brought wine and chatted with jeff for a bit. mom and dad caught up with him, he told us about how things were going in his life. i played with the dog for a bit and also talked about where i’m at (just recent college grad, heading to job soon, etc). i very vaguely remember him from when i was a kid but i mostly remember i used to drive a toy jeep truck with his daughter in the cul de sac

after we caught up we stopped by another neighbor’s house, dave. i don’t remember them much.. but mom and dad said we also knew them. we talked to him and his wife and they asked us to come inside. we talked again about how we were doing, how they were doing here in austin in terms of jobs, how so many businesses have opened up/traffic, etc. their daughter also came back home and talked to us too, telling us about how she traveled abroad for a year to teach english. it was crazy, i didn’t remember them too too much but their house did look kind of familiar

then we went back to jackie’s parents house around 9pm and their parents helped me get situated in my room with wifi and everything, then they went downstairs to chat. i finished making a thumbnail for the chicago/seattle video, then watched some more of sam kolder after his dope video from this morning. and chicago/seattle vlogs just to see how others compared

went downstairs to drink some soup with everyone since jackie’s dad made some. it was like overeasy egg but the inside was boiled, and rice/sweet soup. it was very yummy :D

after we finished eating they said i could go back upstairs (so understanding LOL) and i just kind of chilled looking at more chicago/seattle videos

- took a shower around 11pm. mom and dad and jackie’s parents were getting tired and they also had work tomorrow

now typing this at 12:22am. i’m excited to look at the neighborhood tomorrow morning and see it in broad daylight since it was dark by the time we got here

okay the end

a walk down memory lane today

also first time i’ve put pictures in a blog post in like months so... this is cool

#post #february #2019 #memorable #normal #travel #texas #pictures

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