#HAHA bone apple teeth get it

[sipsteainanxiety]

rotten to the core || bkg k.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 4k

mentions: no pronouns i blv, pro hero bkg, aged-up chars (24+), meet cute(?), slight fear of heights, bkg being a dick but what else is new, ur kinda used as a scapegoat for him, part of the meet fruit collab hosted by @willowser !! check out the other fics posted!! & ty to my friends who helped me brainstorm a title LOL (kissa u will!)

🍎 in which you get stuck in an apple tree... and have to get help from a certain pro-hero to get down 🍎

In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t have taken your walk today. 

It was just—perfect weather, though. The first wink of sunshine that’d blessed the earth after a week of non stop rain. The air was cool and crisp with the gentle grip of Autumn, vibrant leaves colored in all shades of tangerine, burnt red, and daffodil yellow lining the trees and roads. You had to get out and stretch your legs after wallowing miserably at your window, confined to your little apartment for what felt like forever. 

Your skin basked happily in the soft caress of the sun as you walked down a bricked path through one of the parks in your neighborhood. It was a delight to venture through since it was nice and tranquil—able to leave you to your thoughts as you watched the way light filtered happily through the canopies above you. Occasionally you’d see another pedestrian walking in the distance, but they hardly ever bothered you. 

A sigh left your lips as you stretched your arm out and glanced at the watch on your wrist. You never brought your phone with you when you went on these little outings. You didn’t really need it, after all, and all the notifications you’d get would only serve as a distraction when you were supposed to be clearing your mind and enjoying the bumbling outside environment for once in your technology-infused life. 

It was just after three in the afternoon. Nice. You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jacket and continued on. Maybe you could stop by one of the café’s on your block for a warm drink later. A motivating thought. 

As the path took you past a small, open field, you noticed a group of children loitering around one of the trees lining its perimeter. They were loud as they chattered and argued with each other, pointing up at the tree’s branches and making attempts to climb it to no avail. You’d fully intended to walk by, sparing them not much more than a curious glance, but one of the kids had spotted you and started loudly shouting and waving his arms. 

“Hey! You!” he called across the field, and you paused for a moment and looked around before pointing at yourself in confusion. Was he talking to you? “Yeah! C’mere!” Apparently he was. 

You slowly made your way over, wondering what the kid could possibly want with you. His friends all turned to look at you curiously as you approached. A few lingered at the base of the tree they’d been attempting to climb. Suddenly, you had a little audience and you weren’t quite sure what to do. 

“...Yes?” you eventually asked to break the silence. “What’s up?” 

“You’re tall,” the kid pointed out bluntly. You blinked down at him owlishly. To him maybe you were, but you weren’t going to say anything. “Can you get those apples for us?” He pointed up at the tree—your gaze following—and you realized they’d been attempting to pick the small, honey-crisp fruit that was way out of the reach of their tiny limbs. 

There was only one problem. “I can’t reach those either. They’re too high up,” you told him with a frown.  

He made a face at you, but before he could say anything, one of his friends piped up. “You can climb, can’t you? Please! We’re trying to fill this basket.” A weaved basket was held out in their arms, a few apples already rolling around in it. They all looked up at you in anticipation—nearly half a dozen little faces with hope glistening in their eyes. 

You hesitated. This was not what you had expected to be doing on your little walk.  “I dunno��” 

“Please! Pretty please!” You were almost immediately interrupted as they all started begging you at once, a chorus echoing in your eyes. A few small hands reached out to tug at the bottom of your jacket. You were frozen, the weight of their tiny expectations weighing heavily on your shoulders. “Please! With a cherry on top?” 

“Okay! Okay,” you acquiesced as you side-stepped towards the tree, your hands raised up as though in surrender. They were persistent, and you doubted they’d give up even if you’d said no. They all immediately started cheering as you trudged your way over to the apple tree, a grumble under your breath. This was fine. You would get them their apples and then continue on your path. Maybe you’ll get a drink and a pastry at that café later, you thought to yourself. 

You stopped at the base of the tree and eyed the trunk for a second. A quick glance behind you showed that the kids had followed you, surrounding your figure in a half circle as they eagerly waited. You didn’t know why they thought you would be able to climb the tree to get the fruit when they’d obviously been failing at it before, but you supposed that was them placing you—an adult—on a more capable pedestal than them—little kids. You sighed again and started the arduous task of climbing your way up to the first thick branch you could see. 

The tree’s bark was rough under the soft skin of your palms. Your feet braced themselves against the trunk as you used the strength of your legs to push yourself up. Your hands gripped onto the branch and you pulled yourself on top of it carefully, ensuring that it could hold your weight. It could. This branch—and the ones surrounding it—was bare of any apples, unfortunately, so you’d have to go higher. You huffed slightly as you stood on the branch—knees bent to help with your balance—and climbed your way to the next sturdy branch using the smaller ones around you.

It took you longer than you’d like to admit, but eventually you plopped yourself down on a higher branch and wiped the sweat from your forehead. You could hear the kids yelling encouragingly at you from below, telling you to Go higher! The good apples are higher! You rolled your eyes and looked around. They could make do with what you could get now.

It was kind of nice sitting in a tree. The leaves around you were mostly green, though you could see many of them starting to dip into a yellow color with the Autumn weather. There were a few ripe apples on a branch to your right that you could easily reach without having to move too much. You picked them easily and looked down so you could find the kid holding the weaved basket. 

“Catch!” you called as you dropped the apples one by one. There was a flurry of motion from all the kids as they scrambled to move the basket up to catch the fruit before it could hit the ground. They sounded delighted and a small smile lingered on your lips as you watched them. 

“More! More!” they chanted once you’d tossed down all the apples you could reach around you. Guess you really did need to go higher, then. Unfortunate. 

Up and up and up you went, adhering to the whims of the children who watched you safely from the grassy ground. You picked more apples and dropped them carefully to the earth. Until finally, finally, their basket was full to the brim. 

“Thanks stranger!” the original kid who’d caught your attention called up, his friends already rushing away as they giggled and laughed. He waved up at you, a bright smile on his face, and you thought to yourself that maybe helping them out had been worth it. “You’re the best!” And with that he ran off, hollering at his friends to wait for him. 

You watched him go, then sighed wearily. At least you’d gotten some sort of workout in. Already your arms were starting to ache from hoisting yourself up the tree. You stretched them out, then moved so you could start to lower yourself to the hand holder branch below you. 

The moment your foot placed weight on it, however, it let out a sharp snap! 

Something in your gut dropped. You yelped and scrambled back on top of the branch you’d been sitting on, your foot having met nothing but air. Your heart pounded a steady beat in your ears as you sat solidly on the branch and looked down. The branch had broken and the next one for you to put your weight on was too far away. Shit. You swallowed heavily and found yourself looking at the ground. It seemed… awfully far away. And now that you were staring—realizing just how high up in the tree you were—you noticed there was this odd feeling in your stomach that only got stronger the longer you looked. Your jaw tensed and you forced yourself to bring your gaze to the tree trunk in front of you as you slowly moved to straddle the branch. A better position in case you… fell. 

You took a moment to just calm yourself down. Damn it. Were you really stuck in a fucking apple tree? You chanced another look down and felt a bit lightheaded once more at the height. You guessed you were. You never should’ve taken that goddamn walk. You breathed in deeply, then exhaled it all in a loud sigh. No, no way you were going to be stuck here for who-knows-how-long. You needed to get it together and just climb down. Like a normal person. 

You peeked around you, looking for any other branches you could use to climb down. But there were none—none that were within reach, that is, or that could hold your weight long enough for you to get to the next sturdy branch. Fuck, had that one branch really been the only one? Just your luck. Climbing up a tree was one thing, but climbing down? It was terrifying. 

Maybe you could call someone for help? But no, you realized with a curse, that wouldn’t work. You didn’t have your fucking phone. You slapped a hand against your face in agony and mentally shook your fist at your past self. Well, you never would’ve expected something like this to happen, so maybe you should cut past-you some slack. Still, you think this is a sign to start bringing your phone with you on your walks, technology-cleansing be damned. 

You slumped forward and resigned yourself to being stuck until you could call out to a passerby for help. There was bound to be someone walking the paths through the park—even though it was a rather… lonely place. It was only the afternoon, though. You could wait. 

…

You were going to die up here.

Forget the café, you grumbled to yourself as you wearily held your head in your hands. An hour had gone by with no one in sight and you were slowly losing hope with each minute that ticked by. You were going to need a strong ass drink after this. 

You sighed and reached above you to pick one of the honey-crisp apples innocently hanging from a branch. At least you wouldn’t go hungry while waiting. You glared down at the apple, its skin gleaming slightly with the golden sunlight that winked at you from the West. This is all your fault, you thought unhappily. You huffed and bit into the apple, the juicy sweetness of its flesh flooding your mouth and dribbling down your chin. You hoped those kids were enjoying their basket of apples. 

Actually, it tasted rather good. Crisp and honeyed—fitting for its name. You reached up to grab another apple and stuffed it into the pocket of your jacket. Might as well take one home. At least you’d gain something out of this venture. 

A movement caught your eye. You looked up from the apple in your hand and immediately spotted someone making their way down the path you’d been on not so long ago. It was a kid, from what you could see, holding a ball in her hand that she bounced occasionally. Your heart seemed to soar in hope. You swallowed the bite of the apple down so quickly that you nearly choked and raspily called out to her as loudly as you could. “Hey! Kid with the ball!” Your voice almost seemed to echo across the little field. 

She paused and looked around curiously. You tried again. “Over here! By the trees!”

Once she’d turned in your general direction, you waved your hands and—after realizing she wasn’t looking up—shook the nearest branch to you so that the leaves would flutter around with a rustle. It worked. She slowly approached, clutching onto her ball, until she was standing at the base of the apple tree and looking right up at you. “...Whatcha doin’ up there, stranger?” 

“I got stuck,” you confessed to her, the hand not holding onto your half-eaten apple gripping tightly onto the branch you were sitting on. You dared to feel just the brief twinges of relief. “Listen to me. Can you go get help? Any help, really. The fire department, a hero, a construction man with a ladder. I can’t get down and I’ve been up here for hours.” 

The kid cocked her head at you and blinked, her weight shifting onto one leg like she was waiting impatiently at a bus stop. “And what’s in it for me if I do?” 

What the— Were all kids like this? You tried not to let exasperation bleed into your voice. “Don’t you wanna be a hero or something? Please help me.” You were not above begging. 

“I wanna be a doctor,” she told you smartly instead. Good, great. Could she hurry up and go already? You were starting to lose feeling in your legs. 

Your teeth gritted together, but you let the frustration building up inside you fade away. She was just a kid; she didn’t truly know about your circumstances, though you’d practically spilled everything to her just a second ago. You licked at your lips and heaved a sigh. “Doctors are heroes too, you know,” you told her. She only looked expectantly up at you and you grumbled a little before reaching out to pick another apple. “Okay, fine. Catch.” 

You dropped the apple down. She caught it in a small hand and looked closely at it for what felt like a long time. She held up a finger. “One more.” 

This kid was really testing your patience. You rolled your eyes and grabbed another apple to drop down. She caught it again, and after a small nod to herself, started walking away. “Be back soon.” 

Oh thank god. You felt like crying from sheer relief. You watched her disappear down the path and slumped forward, bringing your apple up to your mouth so you could take another bite. And now to wait some more. You tried swinging your legs around a bit to regain some feeling back in them. Hopefully she wouldn’t leave you out to dry. You grumbled to yourself as you finished off your apple and chucked the core as far as you could out into the field—an oddly satisfying action. It’ll decompose eventually. 

You didn't know how much time passed as you waited for the kid to bring help. It was all a blur, honestly, broken up occasionally by you checking the watch on your wrist and not really processing the time on it. But eventually, as you found yourself boredly counting the number of fully green leaves on a branch to your left, you heard someone call up to you in a gruff voice. 

“Hey! You the dumbass who got stuck in a tree?”  

You looked down and made eye contact with what appeared to be a pro-hero. He had ruffled ash-blond hair that stuck up around the black mask over his eyes. Arms crossed over his chest as he glared up at you with glinting carmine eyes that reminded you of the apples surrounding you. A quick glance to the park’s path showed the kid with her ball, waving a hand at you before she disappeared out of your line of sight. 

Aw hell, you thought as you recognized the hero’s costume of orange, black, and green. She’d brought fucking Dynamight—a hero known for his short temper. What were the chances of something like that happening? He must’ve been on patrol in the area. 

“...What's it to ya?” you grumbled down at him, wishing you could conflagrate on the spot to avoid this embarrassing encounter. Just suck it up, you told yourself. You needed to get home, and the only way you were going to do that was by letting this hero get you down. Man, you’d really hit an all new low, hadn’t you?

“Right.” He scowled up at you and you wondered why he looked so angry. Maybe that was his default face. “I’ll jus’ leave, then, since ya don’t need my help—” 

“Wait no! Nonono!” you called out only just a little bit desperately as he made a move as though to turn around. “I’ve been stuck here for hours, man! If I don’t get down I think I might die.” 

Dynamight rolled his eyes and uncrossed his thick arms as he looked back up at you critically. “Yeah, yeah. Gimme a sec’.” 

You watched as he seemed to grumble to himself for a moment, then positioned his arms with his palms pointing towards the ground and tensed his legs. You blinked at him. Was he going to—

‘BOOOOM’

You yelped and nearly toppled right off your branch at the sudden explosion that erupted below you like a miniature volcano. Dynamight shot up into the air, a plume of smoke in his wake, and grabbed onto a branch that could support his weight. Then he set off another smaller explosion to propel himself up further, jumping from branch to branch until he finally landed next to you. Or rather, behind you, with the way you were sitting on your own branch. 

You twisted your head back to look at him. He hardly seemed out of breath, and you were a bit impressed at his parkour skills. “Uh. Hi.” 

“Shut it,” he groused. Without even a warning, he grabbed you around your torso. You yelped as he tucked you close to his body—the warmth that radiated from him that was a comfort in the chilly Autumn air, not that you’d admit that out loud—and promptly leapt off the branch. You had to swallow down a scream, your hands holding onto the singular arm wrapped tightly around your body for dear life as he used his other one to set off an explosion to offset his fall. 

You both landed on the ground with a gentle thump and he immediately let go of you so you could stumble forward. Sweet Earth, how I’ve missed you so. Your heart raced in your chest—from the jump or from his unrelenting grip, you would never know—your hands moving to brush your windswept hair away from your face. What the hell, he really didn’t hesitate. Could’ve grabbed you a bit gentler, though, you frowned as you rubbed your chest. You were probably going to bruise later.

You turned around to face him, fixing your rumpled clothes in the meanwhile. He was much taller than you now that you were both on the ground, all muscle and attitude as he glared at you like you’d just spat in his dinner. You paused. “...I was gonna say thanks, but you look like you wanna kill me.” 

“Don’t get stuck in a fuckin’ tree, then,” he snapped. You recoiled slightly at his words, then frowned up at him in offense. 

“Excuse me?” You placed your hands on your hips, incredulous with his behavior. “Like I had wanted to get stuck up there in the first place! For hours, might I add!” 

His jaw tensed like he was going to retort, but he scoffed instead and turned around to start storming over to the bricked path. “Whatever.” You gaped at his back and jogged after him. He was going in the same direction as you anyways, might as well figure out why he was being such a dick. Weren’t heroes supposed to be, you know, nice?

Though, you supposed you were dealing with Dynamight, after all. You’re not sure if he had a single nice bone in his body. 

“No! Not ‘Whatever’,” you mimicked his gruff voice as best as you could once you’d caught up to him and kept pace with his long strides. The thick soles of his boots stomped against the ground with each of his steps. He shot you an annoyed look out of the corner of his eyes, but didn’t say anything. “Who pissed in your bed? Huh?” 

You could practically hear his teeth gritting together before he responded. “Nunya business.”

Maybe it wasn’t, but it really didn’t excuse him treating you like this. “No, tell me why you’re being such an asshole right now. Aren’t heroes supposed to be not-assholes?” 

He turned his head to give you a withering glare with carmine eyes that appeared nearly aflame in the sun’s golden light. It almost made you regret pressing in the first place, but you had at least some self-respect, and you weren’t going to let this guy walk all over you like this. 

“‘M a fuckin’ hero, yeah,” he eventually hissed. “Supposed to be fightin’ villains ‘nd not dealing with dumbass extras who’ve gotten stuck in trees.” 

You huffed at his response. Okay, maybe—just maybe—you could see why he was so aggravated. Didn’t let him off the hook, though. “Okay, first of all, ouch. Second of all, you’re a hero because you’re supposed to help people.” He opened his mouth to snap back at you, but you were too quick and cut across him. “Whatever. Look. I’m sorry you didn’t expect to be spending your afternoon helping me out of a tree. I didn’t expect to spend it stuck up there either. I appreciate the help, for what it’s worth. You saved me from a very uncomfortable night.” Even if he was being the biggest dickhead on the planet right now. Maybe he had a rough day, who knew. You decided to be the bigger person about this whole… situation.

Dynamight stared at you for what felt like a long, long time. It made you realize that you’d both stopped by one of the entrances of the park, just outside of it along the desolate sidewalk. You shoved your hands in your jacket pockets as you waited for him to say something—anything, really—and almost startled when you felt the cool skin of the honey-crisp apple you’d picked come into contact with your fingers. You wrapped them around it. 

Eventually, he closed his eyes and let out a deep, deep sigh. Tension that you hadn’t realized was present along his shoulders seemed to melt away as they slumped slightly down. He sniffed and jutted his head out to the side slightly, sunlight painting smooth planes across his face and turning his hair into a pale blond in a way that was honestly pretty gorgeous. You’d take that admission to your grave. 

“...Yeah.” And then he added a mumbled “Sorry” under his breath that you figured was the best you were going to get at the moment. He didn’t seem like someone who apologized often, from what you knew about him. “Rough day.” 

“I figured,” you said lightly. Then, you brought your hand out of your jacket and grabbed his own gloved one to place the apple you had within his palm. You patted it gently. “Here. As a thank you.” Then, after just a quick moment of hesitation, you added, “Hope all goes well for you.” 

And with a small nod at him, you turned around and started to make your way back home, hands in your pockets and an eagerness to your steps at the prospect of getting to rest after what felt like a very long day. 

Dynamight stood there, at the entrance of the park, and looked down at the small apple within his hand after he stared at your retreating back for a few moments. His lips twitched for a slight second and he turned to head down the street in the opposite direction as you, his hand bringing the apple up to his mouth so he could bite into it with a crisp, sweet crunch.

[piosplayhouse]

Niche solutions to niche problems

So I've been dealing with an anxiety related chewing fixation for a while now that I could never figure out how to satisfy because most chewing fixation things that come up when you search are like rubber chew necklaces, which I can't use because I hate the idea of plastic in my mouth. So I was searching for stuff like "human equivalent of dog rawhide bone" to try to get a texture match for what I really wanted, but couldn't find anything until today when I discovered These baby teething sticks

They surprisingly have a good resistance to them and are pretty dense for chewing! The texture on the outside also has a great mouth feel that's wonderfully dry and flaky : )

The taste is subpar of course haha but that could also be because I don't really like strawberry apple that much.. unfortunately they were out of banana at the store I went to but in the future I will be trying those because I do like Gerber's banana baby puffs quite a bit! We're going into 2024 with no shame

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 151 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: apple cutting.

Haha, Big picture! On one hand the idiom of getting an overall view and then on the other hand it’s a bit more literal, since after all Simon was a painter, and he worked on big pictures!

MARTIN: „Um, excuse me sir – uh, sorry, you – can’t actually be here?“ UNKNOWN: „Oh, not to worry! I seem to be doing all right so far.“ Simon is such an icon! I love/hate that old guy!

UNKNOWN: „Ah! You must be Martin. Goodness, he was not exaggerating.“ MARTIN: „What’s that supposed to mean?“ UNKNOWN: „Oh, come now, don’t be like that.“ Yeah, what was that supposed to mean? Does Martin really look so lonely? Any other guesses?

SIMON: "…They have been in, haven’t they? I’d hate to think I’m underrepresented in here – not when Peter tells me that that (derisive) bone fellow has at least half a dozen –" Hm, is Simon perhaps a bit bothered by the possibility of his own insignificance?^^ Seriously though, the way he talks this whole episode, the dismissiveness towards any value of our lives.

MARTIN: „And you do it? Why?“ SIMON: „Is that your first question?“ MARTIN: (tense) „…is there a limit?“ SIMON: „Only until I get bored. And that does tend to come more quickly these days.“ MARTIN: „O…okay, okay then, sure, sure. First question, then. Why are you helping Peter? Don’t you serve different, you know, fears?“ SIMON: „Well, now… See, that’s actually two questions.“ This dialogue is just hilarious! xD

The One Alone and the Falling Titan are such good names. A strong yet mysterious tone.

MARTIN: „How are new powers born?“ SIMON: „Hmm… Don’t know.“ MARTIN: „How soon could it attempt this ritual?“ SIMON: (cheerily) „No clue.“ MARTIN: „How do we stop it?��� SIMON: „Can’t help you.“ MARTIN: (teeth gritted) „Could you at least try?“ I can’t possibly highlight every funny dialogue in this episode, can I?

SIMON: „The thing you have to remember is that no one actually knows how these things work – not really.“ Not-really counter of S4: 19!

SIMON: „There’s always been plenty of theories, of course, and over a century or two you do start to get an intuitive feel for it, but… there’s really no hard-and-fast rules. The powers, or entities, or fears, or whatever you want to call them, are bound up in emotion. In feeling. How they exist, what they can do, how they interact with the world… it all makes about as much logical sense as a nightmare. Which is to say, there is a certain sort of emotional logic to it all: things feel like they flow together in a way that makes sense, but if you try to stop and do the maths, then it all comes apart. At least, in my experience.“ I love this explanation! Soft magic system, soft magic system!!!

SIMON: „Because it wasn’t a very good idea…? The fear wasn’t out there – not like I hoped it was. It all sort of… fizzled. Also, a Hunter broke in and destroyed the mechanism.“ So what did happen to various rituals, which they didn’t work (without Gertrude’s or Jon’s interference). Was that in Alexandria a ritual or just a stronghold like the Institute? Either way, it was destroyed by the Dark iirc. Then the Stranger ritual in Budapest, stopped by the Slaughter. And now the Vast, sabotaged by the Hunt.

SIMON: „It’s all been getting a bit much over the last few decades. I blame the number of people. From a raw numbers point of view, it’s getting very busy. More minds equals more fear, after all.“ So is he kind of saying, the Fear business shifted into a capitalistic model? xD

SIMON: "Erm… imagine you are deaf. But every night you hear the most beautiful music in your dreams, and your every waking thought is consumed by trying to reproduce that music. – oh, you’re mute, as well, in this analogy, or at least, you can’t sing. And you need to invent the idea of a musical instrument from scratch. Everyone else is also deaf and mute, and, um –" Also, very good explanation!

MARTIN: "And – and how did you get started with it all? Did you – did – did you just look up at the sky one day and fall head-over-heels in love?" It's funny how Martin's thoughtless guesses actually come quite close to the truth. Happens in MAG 154 as well.

SIMON: (laughs) "Well, this has been fun. Now, if we’re about done –" [CHAIR SCRAPES] MARTIN: We’re not. Sit back down." SIMON: "Bold!" (chuckles) [CHAIR SCRAPES] SIMON: "I like it." I'd like to say that Martin really got bold in S4, but actually, he always had it in him and he certainly was no scaredy cat. He grabbed a few worms on the way out of his flat. He stood up to Jon several times and even snaps at him in MAG 39. He snaps at Tim in MAG 79. He decided to provoke Elias and went through with it. I'd say his fuse got shorter in S4, but he's never been a pushover and one of his advantages actually was people underestimating him.

SIMON: "I’d say, 'any time,' but honestly, if you see me again… I may just throw you off something for a joke. How do you feel about – roller coasters?" Sassy bitch! [affectionate] I do like Simon very much as a character, but in rl I would stay away as far as possible to people like this xD (tbh, there are a lot of characters I really like and appreciate, but who I would avoid at any cost irl.)

BASIRA: “I don’t think so. Three weeks I’ve been waiting to catch sight of you, and now I find you chatting with Simon Fairchild.” How did Basira recognize Simon on sight but Martin did not? Am I forgetting something?

BASIRA: "Yeah, Jon found the tapes you made for him –" MARTIN: (frantically) "Shh, shh!" This is such a huge indicator that Martin isn't actually buying into Peter's bullshit that much and still is very invested in Jon. But he needs to keep up his facade and play the long game. Very Web-y of him.

BASIRA: "And you don’t see anything suspicious about that –" MARTIN: (overlapping) "Of course I do, but it – might be the only way, and…" Oh man, the parallels to MAG 194... Except the roles are switched here and Martin didn't go through with it when the time came and he finally got the big picture.

MARTIN: "Yeah. Don’t… tell Jon. Please." BASIRA: "Fine. I can’t promise you he won’t just Know it, though." MARTIN: "… How is he?" He's still so attached! T_T

@a-mag-a-day

[a-mag-a-day]

MAG 49 - apple cutting

"Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London." - Oh, he uses a bit of a different melody in the sentence here. Less matter of fact, more like "God, I've said this a thousand times by now and I'm tired of it"

2:09 "Standard stuff, pretty boring really.", after "boring" it's veeery subtle but it sounds like a chair being shoved around.

3:04 "Hector worked IT", directly at "Hector" again, things shuffling around.

4:11 "Whatever, or whoever, his illicit liaisons involved", right after involved another noise… A phone ringing? Sound kinda chime-y.

"when Nicola called the next day" / "When I told her about the loss and the note, she sat down" - Wait, I thought she called… Were they video-calling or how did he know she sat down?

"If I hadn’t gotten greedy, I’d still have my arm." - Love this kind of story-telling! Throw in what the end's gonna be about and make us curious.

"There was something… not right about that hole. The texture of the walls was too smooth to be earth, and it seemed to… glisten wetly. It was when I saw the teeth that studded the inside of the fleshy throat that I realized what I was looking at" - In any way related to the Last Feast?

18:25 "Compared to the grim silence of the butcher’s workshop, it was beautiful.", at "butcher's workshop" again two quiet sounds, like that squealing sound when sliding a chair across the floor.

"There is no way to describe what it feels like to have bone pulled out of you through your unbroken skin." - Pay attention Jon, that's what awaits you in about one and a half years.

"I know it’s just phantom limb syndrome, but sometimes I swear it feels like my bone’s still out there, twisting in someone else’s arm." - I wonder if this, phantom limb syndrome, was the inspiration for Jared's ability/this statement.

"Sasha has recently been having problems with her normal backdoor access to police records, as, despite IT’s best efforts, her computer has broken yet again, making this the third time in the last two months." - So there are some limitation to the impersonation by the Not!Them. Special talents seem to be not part of the deal. Interesting. Dopplers from The Witcher (the books, not that disgrace of a show) for example are a perfect copy of the original in every way, even regarding their skills. Sometimes even better than the original. The first story to introduce a doppler had them change into a merchant (Halfling, if I remember correctly, it's been a while) who made a fortune by simply being very good at trading. I love that story, it's really funny.

"Apparently, he is involved both with one of the young ladies there, as well as the gentleman who manages the other shift." - Go get em, Tim! ;)

"The last thing I want is for the Archives to become involved in pointless personal drama." - Is this Jon, the Archivist, talking or Alex?

"it looks like he[Elias] only joined the Institute five years before in 1991" - Jon, red flag! Elias claimed to have worked as a filing clerk in 1972! This is not the same body!

"If I’m not reading too much into it, the implication seems to be that he was… ah, something of a pothead." - Haha, that laugh xD Also Jon, pls tell us about your uni days Mr. merry-go-rounds-are-thrilling.

Hey cut him some slack he was in a weird place at the time! xD

[foxgloveinspace]

saw your tags on my post and i hope you find that ‘spark’ to really go feral over sleep token again! they’re so much fun to be batshit crazy over, there’s just so much going on and they all seem like such genuine dudes i can’t get enough

that post was sparked by seeing a video of vessel sobbing through the end of ascensionism and like i was so done for after that. like physically shaking so i figured i needed a break for a bit 😂

also i think that altar sounds like an awesome idea! as soon as i move my dresser into my new place i’m setting up an altar on it

1). i am trying so hard to get it back, for real for real. I lit the candle I associate with them this morning, and thinking about the *altar thing has helped a bit.

2). share a link👀?? if you still know the video?? even if you don't know the video still, maybe send some others?? I would like to be a menace over them lol.

3). * I am now going to info dump to you about my sleep token altar a bit. Cause I am thinking too much about it lmao.

(readmore cause this got long and something... 'tragic' happened.)

(a little.. background, I am currently irl in the closet for everything including witchy stuff lmao) So far my idea for stuff on it includes: a small back prism, a small whale statue, a small apple pendant (each to represent the three albums). A bottle of oils (the little one I made, but also maybe something like the prayer oil we talked about). The candle I associate with them. I'm kicking around getting the incense holder if it comes back in stock on their website. bones/teeth (wolf, I'm thinking wolf). I'm thinking it'll be a little place on my main/working/creative altar. I might also try to find a tarot deck that i associate with them, I think that would be fun. something else I have been thinking about, but it would be so freaking expensive to do, is making a rosary with the 'offical' -

shit.... fuck shit fuck. I think I just spoiled myself on accident cause of google. I didn't see much but i think an old pic of vessel came up, but fuck google man. I went to google the official scythe pendant and google change sycthe (yes misspelled like that) to members for some reason, I am so confused and actually mad. Ok. I think I have forced my brain to forget. worst google fuck up ever.

ok, so ... trying to move on... I want to make a rosary with the official scythe pendant, some tahitain pearls and some black amber beads. I think that would be so pretty, and nice to hold and maybe wear. ( i know traditionally you don't wear them, but like.... I am making one to a band/fictional god lmao, it's not traditional at all.) but that would be very pricy for a piece of jewelry and I would probably never wear it cause of that haha. it would be like 400$ to be able to get the supplies.

[justabeadlizard]

My group chats not paying attention to my sandman live blog so y’all will. I’m going in blind and have no context to any of this bone apple teeth

Yoooooooo this mf sounds like he’s smoked 16 six packs every hour of every fucking day

The fuck is that spooky ass gas mask for

Bug eye looking ass bitch

Local man accidentally takes a collect call and is real fucking passed about it

Cool ass effects tho hope they didn’t do the bcc team dirty

I like this sandy bitch he compels me

Damn they robbed his unconscious ass ans got birds for their trouble

idk how to put pics into tumble so image ID: it’s dream in the circle completely naked except for his mask and he looks very pale and skinny

WHY HE LOOK LIKE TAHT DAWG MANS GOT NO FUCKING ASS FLAT AS HELL PLATE PLAAAAATE

Nightmare: nooooooooo dreeeeeeeeaaaaam don’t kiiiiiilllllll meeeeeeee :,,,,,,(

Nightmare when dream got his flat ass got: haha lol imma fucking help ur captors u little bitch ass

Jessamy?? Slaaayyyyy

more pics idk how to send but it’s dream I. The glass bubble and he looks like that one angsty pic of satan crying

Ok emo boy

Why he look like that

Baby girl u are spooky and unnerving

Hope someone falls the fuck asleep soon I want this twiggy man to get into a comfy position for once

his back must HURT

hell yeah hope the magus son fucks up and accidentally busts my dude outta there

alex bby gurl u have no idea what you’re doing

dads fucking crazy

fuck indeed

IS HE GONNA SHOOT THE BIRD WITH A GUN???? LOONEY TUNES SHIT

[starry-bi-sky]

🫵

yES to the galaxy-hood thing. "Nothing more scary than seeing the deep dark depths of space staring back and then realizing those aren't stars. They are Eyes" ABSOLUTELY. Danny being a lil eldritch, aLWAYS. He makes this voice have this slight distorting overlap when his hood is up, low and winding like the sound of a blackhole warping at the tail end of his words.

(when he talks about the accident, he jokes that he was sick of seeing the stars; he was ready to become one. And that's why the accident happened. "the universe knew i was ready to be a star, so it made me one".)

his scarf also like, working as an extra set of hands. An idea that came to me only AFTEr i hit reblog. It took practice and actively thinking about it at first, but now it's just second nature for Danny to manipulate his scarf grabbing things for him. Perfect for tripping people up, doing two things at once, messing with his friends, playfully bullying damian..., etc.

there literally isn't any in between. Danny will shamble over like a zombie because he hasn't slept in 72 hours thanks to ghosts, and then just flop into Kon's lap or lay across his shoulders. And Kon just has to accept (happily) that he now has a ghost boy in his lap. And he's as light as feathers regardless of kryptonian strength or tactile telekinesis, so carrying him around isn't an issue.

the bone apple-teeth was an idea that hit me and then immediately went to draw HAHA. Im so glad you like it just as much as i do, because I thought the same thing lhsadf. OH also, i meant to mention in the tags but forgot: i drew kon with heart eyes in the comic, but you cant really tell lol.

and i LOVE, absolutely love the idea of his hair merging into his ghost tail to look like a comet. thats a fucking BIG BRAIN take. incredible. wonderful. its somewhat manageable as a ghost but utterly terrible in his human form, an untamable mess of curls that drags on the ground. His friends call him Rapunzel more times than he cares to count.

There's more than one video in their phones of an absolutely grumpy danny post-fight, sitting in the bathroom or in one of their rooms, with curly, messy hair that drags three feet behind him. His arms are crossed, and every and any question thrown at him gets met with an unenthusiastic, embarrassed "hn". And standing right behind him, giggling up a storm, is Jazz or Sam with a pair of scissors and an incredibly wide smile on their face.

Danny has cut his hair before during times like these, when he gets back from patrol late. But he just takes the scissors and hacks it approximately at the same length he remembers it being, tosses the excess into the incinerator down in the lab, and calls it a night. Jazz has to go in and fix any uneven length for him later.

Jazz, Sam, and Tucker have so, so many blackmail pics. Pics that they are all too happy to share with Kon once he gets let in on the know. Kon loves them. (He takes the secret that Danny scowls the same way as his template to the GRAVE.)

BruHal would be SO funny for this. you're right, Hal would bully Bruce relentlessly for this.

Over 900 prompt

Okay I love the Danny is a clone of Batman aus but I've never seen this done.

Danny and Kon dating and Then Danny learning his parents cloned Batman thinking he is a ghost only to find out he isn't and kept Danny as their kid.

Just think of the hilarious reactions

Caue this immediately popped into my head.

Kon: *muffled screaming into Tim's couch*

Tim: ....you good?

Kon: danny is the clone of Batman

Tim: ...

Kon: I'm the clone of Superman

Tim:...

Kon: AND WE ARE DATING!

[tastesoftamriel]

I'm really curious, what are some foods across Tamriel that parents give their children when they first transition away from mother's milk and onto Actual Food?

Actually, speaking of which, what do Argonian newborns eat? Since they're reptilian it's not like mothers lactate, and it's something that's always been niggling in the back of my head since I met my first Argonian and I've always been. Too afraid to ask them directly haha.

I don't really know much about children's food, so I've had to ask around and do a wee spot of ethnographic research to answer this question. I grew up malnourished as a child due to poverty, and never had the opportunity to enjoy diverse foods until much later in life. Here are some of the things kids around Tamriel eat.

Altmer

High Elf children are cherished, and their diets are designed to give them the best possible start in life. From an early age, cooked fruit and vegetables are introduced as part of the diet, cooked in palatable yet mild little dishes. Steamed spinach puree with cherry blossoms, an apple and peach mousse, and pea soup with carrots and legumes are just a few dishes that baby Altmer enjoy.

Argonians

Raised on Hist sap rather than breast milk (as far as I've been led to believe), Argonian younglings take to solid food much faster than the other races. Mealworm, corn and lentil mash with mango is extremely popular to feed baby Argonians, as well as soft arrowroot cookies for teething. Also notable are sweet potato and pumpkin puree, and crunchy bite-sized cricket snacks.

Bosmer

Green Pact Bosmer teach their children to love meat from a young age, with everything from bone broth to soft minced sausages. Unlike adult Wood Elves, salt is minimal in children's diets, making food quite bland until they reach about three years old. Most common is a soup made from thick bone broth, sliced ham, minced beef or poultry, and a good amount of crushed dried mealworms for a bit of crunch and nutty flavour.

Bretons

High Rock children enjoy a balanced diet of both plant and animal products. Whether it's a chewy bagel "teething ring" or corn bread with berry puree, Breton kids have a tasty start to life! Some other examples include little pancakes with sour cream and jam, corn and zucchini fritters, and cheesy broccoli and macaroni bake. Sounds good, doesn't it?

Dunmer

Dark Elf children love ash yams and saltrice in just about anything, from bread to puddings. Ash yam porridge with chicken stock is a standard dish for babies, and giving them a stick of peeled marshmerrow sticks to chew on while teething is a common practice. Kwama egg scramble with steamed hackle-lo leaf and fried saltrice is a tasty and nutritious beginner's meal.

Imperials

From the Niben to Bruma, Cyrodiil natives have varied diets for their infants. Northern Imperials prefer more hearty dishes like beef stew with peas, turkey and cranberry sauce with mashed potatoes, or honey milk pudding. You'll find equally flavourful but less heavy meals down south, with a heavier emphasis on fruits and vegetables, like pumpkin and corn fritters, olive tapenade or hummus with soft breads, and pear puree with cream.

Khajiit

Elsweyr gets their children into their spices and moon sugar as soon as they're able to eat, and outlanders have been shocked to see young Khajiit eating mild curries with ingredients like turmeric, cumin, cinnamon, and even (gasp!) curry powder for the more adventurous kids! A favourite in Southern Elsweyr is a mild and soft spinach curry made from creamed spinach and chunks of cottage cheese, and served with steamed rice or flatbread. Northern Elsweyr Khajiit prefer meatier dishes like soft pulled pork with moon sugar and coconut milk, or tomato soup with peas and shredded chicken.

Nords

Fish is the first thing most Nord children will ever taste after mother's milk, in the form of a soft "pudding" made from fish paste mixed with flour, milk, and salt. It's baked and eaten either mashed or in slices, depending on the child's age, and served with steamed salmon or mudcrab cakes. Another favourite for more fortunate Nord children is custard with snowberry jam, which adults love too!

Orcs

Young Orcs learn the ways of Stronghold food almost immediately, and this means small, minced versions of adult Orc meals. From roast pork and potatoes, salmon pate, and radish and beef stew, take any Orcish meal and mash it and behold, baby food! And of course, don't forget the echatere cheese puffs if you're Wrothgarian!

Redguards

Young Redguard children grow up on goat's milk products regardless of where in Hammerfell they hail from, such as sweet or salty lassi, yoghurt, and soft cheese. The main difference between coastal and Alik'r Redguards is the sort of protein used. Those in the heart of the desert are more prone to eating things like dried dates with bulgur porridge and soft pulled goat meat stews, while coastal Redguards have a fondness for dishes like banana and coconut smoothies, and baked fish with a hint of exotic spices (gotta start them young).

[ntntpad-art]

Magnus heart surgery inspo?

say no more. Read this.

So sometimes I read stories where Magus had heart surgery/transplant and stuff and I'm not saying what you're writing is bad or whatever. Butttt, as a person who has had heart surgery I can give my two cents here and help inspire a very very small fandom uwu

Btw i'm a woman and I had heart surgery when I was super young! So it's probably not going to be accurate to the biology of an angry old man haha

cw for medical stuff.

depending on how good is your surgeon, is how well your scar is going to heal. (also how well you naturally scar)

like not all scars are super bumpy and red and intense. But there are surgeons/nurses/staff (whomever I guess, they're more than one person in the surgery room with you) who are more careful with their stitch work / cutting.

like my scar is 10+ years old but ever since I was young it wasn't super noticeable bc these people did a surprisingly good job.

You have metal wires holding your bones together.

they have to cut the sternum open to get to your heart and stuff, so to close it up they loop wires into both sides. It looks sort of like a shoe lace in x-rays.

depending on your age is depending on how many wires you're gonna have (I think?)

You can't do a lot of physical work after the surgery. Maybe like 10 months to a year.

I remember I couldn't play at recess lol. I did anyways (bc I would sneak out. (could have fucking died bro.))

the scar can itch.

the scar can be sensitive too. it can burn.

Protecting your scar from the sun people! Magnus would wear a shirt to the beach for the first year or so of his surgery.

pressing down on your scar area doesn't feel that great either. My mom threw an apple at me the other day and I caught it on my chest and I needed a moment.

It's not pain. but it's not fun...

You can remember the pain. No matter how out of it on drugs you were, if you think back on it you can remember the pressure/pain of the wires and stuff.

maybe it's more of a mental thing, or my brain just blocks the feeling of them idk.

you get a tube inserted into you as a drain right after the surgery. For me it was inserted through my belly button, for adults it's around the lower sternum area. (Magnus would have a scar on the lower sternum area.)

the tube goes all the way inside of you and lays directly under your heart/where they operated on. It looks like a transparent hose

They take the hose out while you're awake.

straight up without warning, a nurse will walk up to you, and they will pull it out like a clown with those weird infinity handkerchiefs.

I'm sure I was on some pain medication (going in and out of consciousness) but uh,,,I remember feeling every inch of that hose being pulled out guys. It felt like something moving from chest out my stomach.

I didn't get stitches either. She just smacked an extra sticky band-aid on that bad boy and she left. I wasn't traumatizing btw, it was just a very weird experience.

you have to take care of your stitches! they can get infected! and the scar can look darker/bigger on the infected stitches!

needles. needles in your arm, hand, everywhere. I had one in my back at some point (that one had like teeth or something? It felt like a zipper when they pulled it out of me and when I looked back it was like a blue zipper thing).

Cardiologist appointments every year.

Cardiologist also kind of suck, bc the waiting room is always packed with super old people and they look at you weird bc you wear ripped jeans. Imagine Magnus just being starred down by a grandma bc of his hair.

echocardiograms. They suck.

It's a sonogram of the heart. They are press this flat wand against your chest, which doesn't feel fun bc of he wires and stuff. And they dump half a bottle of cold silicon based lube on you to glide the wand better, and it spreads everywhere, and you're tying to stay still and not kick your legs while he technician pressed the same spot with the wand and she says nothing the entire time. But it also sucks if she does say something.

anyways they finish up and leave you with a whole chest worth of lube and they only give you ONE paper towel square for you to clean up and get dressed.

When she leaves you steal more...but it's never enough.

I don't even have chest hair, imagine the men who do. Poor Magnus.

chest pains.

your heartbeat sounds deferent too. (depending on what you had done, it can be heard even without a stethoscope.)

Holter monitor at some point.

It's a box with wires clipped onto patches that you wear for two days. It's done to monitor your heart beats for a full 24 hours. The patches get itchy and if you scratch at them the box registers the movement as heart beats and when the Cardiologist looks at the tests it just straight up looks like you just had a heart attack.

fashion-wise your scar will show. Tank tops, V necks, Bralettes, the scar will peak through the top.

Clothes has never really bothered my scar, but after surgery I would wear button-ups or super big t-shirts since my movement was limited.

look up femoral artery. They use that on some heart procedures too.

That's about all I can think of. hope this helped someone with their writing/art <3

[fridayyy-13th]

i completely forgot to mention bone apple teeth aaaaaa,,,that's how i usually summarize the episode to people who aren't familiar with TMA haha. just "creepy college students learn how to look human, also bone apple teeth :)"

yeah i found TMA through fanart as well (particularly @faerie--kei's amazing Home pmv!) from people i followed for other fandoms. diving into horror podcasts has been a lot of fun; a lot of the stuff that had deterred me from horror in general was the visual aspect, gore and jumpscares and that. i can handle some, but not a lot (think like, Doki Doki Literature Club level stuff, things that are mostly psychological horror), so exploring a solely audial medium to get my spooks just unlocked a love for the genre that i never had before! even just listening to the series also helped me handle visual horror a bit better too.

Do you have a favorite TMA episode? What do you love about it?

I love episode 85 Upon the Stair. I love the weirdness of the whole poem and it does fun things to my brain!

Upon the Stair is a great episode! when i was reading along with the transcripts as i first listened to it, i also misread “Antigonish” as “Antagonish” lol

my favorite episode is MAG 034 - Anatomy Class! i love the concept of monsters going to college to learn how to look more human. the lab scenes are a lot of fun. they make me think about how the entities blend together and aren't truly distinct, bc on its own, the idea of bones reforming to be a certain shape or hearts beating independent of a circulatory system would be considered a very distinctly Flesh idea. but, the episode is classified as a Stranger statement. the colors blend in fun ways!! well, fun for us listeners and the anatomy students. Dr Elliot, not so much.

also, funny story, years before i listened to TMA in december of 2021, back in like 2017 or '18, a classmate recommended the series to me as i was first stepping into the horror genre. that afternoon i went home and googled the series, and picked a random episode off the wiki to skim the summary of, because i wanted an idea of what the content was like. at the time i decided it was too scary for me, and i completely forgot about the whole thing, but years later as i listened to this episode i thought “wait a minute-” because i recognized it! the episode page i had skimmed was Anatomy Class! and listening to it, i absolutely loved it! so it came full-circle in a weird, fun way, how the episode that originally deterred me from listening wound up becoming my favorite. it's got a special place in my heart bc of that, but also it's just a wonderful episode. i re-listen to it every now and then (but i can say that about a lot of episodes tbh. i need to sit down and re-listen to the entire series sometime).

[jkstompers]

just to study | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: your seat partner asks if you’re free after class, just to study.

genre: fluff, college!au, established friendship, flirtationship, mutual pining, they go to a ‘frat’ party together, also yugyeom! a sweetheart<3 we love him.

warnings: mature!!, mentions of alcohol + alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, strong language, SEXUAL TENSION, mentions of dick sucking??, hints of a wet dream on oc’s end, very strong urges to kiss each other but no kisses today </3, that’s pretty much it!

word count: 7.4k (i...kinda went overboard)

authors’ note: hello!! this is a pt. 2 to sleepyhead! it’s based a few weeks after so yeah <3 also the pacing is kind of weird but… i don’t really know how being drunk is so............(＞人＜) i’m sorry about that! one scene was inspired by this post haha it was just so cute to think about i had to do it. ALSO i literally haven’t taken anatomy since high school so i just used random terms from quizlet T_T pls excuse that as well! but otherwise, enjoy!!!!!!!!! (っ^_^)っ

(if u see any typos...ignore them pls T_T)

side note: imagine jk looking like this when he goes to the party lmao classic fboy look with the camo bomber and his piercings ugh <3

banner pic creds here ! <3

you made it to class on time today, woke to your alarm and even had enough time to eat breakfast before you came. in a particularly good mood, you made your way up the stairs to the row jungkook was sitting in, hoping that the seat next to him was empty (you didn’t have to hope, jungkook always saved the seat next to him for you, no matter what.)

“good morning, ___!” jungkook’s voice greets you the same as always as soon as you appear next to him. he moves his bag out of the way for you to sit down.

he looks especially cute today. his long floppy hair framing his face, his sweet smile beaming up to you. you wonder how dumb you looked drooling over him for a minute before you replied, “hi jungkook, how are you?” with the same smile on your face that you show him every time he sees you. it never changes, but it never fails to make jungkook’s heart skip a beat.

“i’m doing okay, you?” he answers while you pull out your laptop.

you didn’t have a chance to reply before your professor starts talking. informing the class about the test that’s planned at the end of the month, finals in two months, and then dropping the bomb that there’s a quiz tomorrow about the things you’ve learned in the past week. a slight panic takes over you, although you didn’t know why, you understood what he was teaching and you were retaining all of the information well. but when the professor pulls up all the information on the screen to review it all, all of the words and pictures overwhelm you.

to make things worse, jungkook is to your left, not paying attention to a word your professor is saying. instead, playing some game where he has to click his touchpad an obnoxious amount of times. your attention is split between jungkook’s erratic tapping and the notes that the professor projects onto the screen, even though his computer barely made any noise, his incessant movement was distracting you.

“jungkook, you’re taking notes and playing a game?” your voice comes out as a rushed whisper. there’s a snort that comes from him before he nods. you couldn’t be mad at him. “there’s a quiz on all of this tomorrow, you know?”

“i know,” he continues to tap and click, the motion growing incredibly annoying. you didn’t know why you couldn’t have just tried to block it out, but he was just so close to you and admittedly, you looked at his hands, a lot. the way that his fingers tapped against his keyboard and his veins that accentuate his already beautiful hands, it was free art you could look at, how could you not? at this point, you’re contemplating holding his hand to make him stop tapping.

you were in the middle of typing when he finally stops, leaning back and stretching his arms up into the air. you let out a sigh of relief, until he starts again. apparently he reached the next level on his game, tapping even faster, if that was even fucking possible.

quietly, you groan. turning your attention solely on him. you place your hand on top of his, the tapping ceasing almost immediately. “please, jungkook, you’re distracting me.”

he looks at your hand before he looks at you, his chocolate doe eyes wide to the action. he gulps, “sorry.”

you remove your hand, focusing back to the presentation. jungkook feels the heat from his cheeks travel to his hand. the feeling of your hand on his wasn’t something he was expecting to experience today, but he wants nothing more than for you to do it again. he exits the game tab and changes his focus to the lecture.

or moreso, you focusing on the lecture.

you look so cute. your cheek pressed up against your fist. he stares at the way that your forehead creases in concentration. he taps on your arm that’s resting on the table, “hey, you look like you’re stressed out.”

you turn your head slightly to look over to him. “that’s because i am,” you send him a quick smile before you go back to looking at the projection.

he furrows his eyebrows, “why? you’re smart, there’s no need to worry about what you get on this.” you were an a+ student, never anything less than that. jungkook knows that you ace every test that you take, so he doesn’t quite understand why you’re so stressed.

“because jungkook,” you groan. you expected a lot from yourself, sure b’s were okay, but a’s and a+’s were what you wanted and what you thought would make you feel satisfied. there was no way you could explain this without sounding like an overachiever. so you just sigh, “i’m just not really prepared.”

jungkook thinks of the perfect way to spend more time with you, snapping his fingers before suggesting, “we should study together after class, studies show that studying with someone else will give you an a+, guaranteed.” the confidence in his voice makes you smile, and helps you ease up a little bit.

you raise an eyebrow, a laugh creeping up from your lungs. “source for that statistic, sir?”

he taps his right temple, the gesture making you snort. “no but seriously, i’ll help you out,” he assures. his laptop turns towards you to show you all the notes he took, different words highlighted and colored differently.

you act like you think about it, staying quiet for a minute or so. but you know the answer was yes no matter what. “just to study?” you tease. jungkook raises his eyebrows in surprise, an amused smile on his face, “just kidding, we can go to mine? i owe you for the ride you gave me like two weeks ago.” you tap your fingers against your laptop nervously, your teeth taking in your bottom lip as you ask. you haven’t had a guy over to your apartment, not since you’ve moved in. there’s a certain anxiousness that comes with the suggestion.

jungkook nods, “sounds good.”

“okay, again.” you brush your hair behind your ears, preparing yourself once more for another pass of the flashcards. the two of you have been at it with these cards for the past hour or so, you were determined to get these right no matter how long it took. jungkook knew you were gonna get it down, you only had three more cards, these ones specifically stumping you.

“aponeuroses,” he looks at the card and then to you.

“connective tissue that forms a broad sheet which attach muscle to bone or muscle to other muscles,” you speak confidently. jungkook nods, moving onto the next card of the set of three.

“endomysium,” he reads the card. you hesitate on this one for a second, he plays with the corner of the card until you snap your fingers.

“that’s the connective tissue surrounding the… the— uh, oh! muscle fiber?” your brain works extra hard. jungkook rewards you with another nod, flipping to the last card.

“fascia.”

“dense connective tissue,” you begin, pausing to think of the rest of the answer. you start biting your thumb nail, knowing there’s more to it but it’s not coming to your brain quick enough.

jungkook just stares, watching your facial expressions as you search for the answer in your brain. this could be the worst crush he’s ever had, he thinks you’re cute when you’re just sitting there, thinking. he doesn’t remember ever liking someone this much, most of the time his crushes went away after a few weeks or so. but it’s almost been an entire year since he’s started crushing on you, and it still hasn’t stopped. you still manage to find a way to make his thoughts surround you.

“separates and holds individual tissues? it’s the one that extends into the tendons, right?” you perk up after a minute or so. your brain finally coming up with the answer. you blame jungkook’s presence for slowing you down. maybe you shouldn’t have accepted this offer to study together, because how could you focus when jeon jungkook is sitting right in front of you?

“you’re amazing,” he praises, setting the flashcards down onto the table. you blush at the compliment, jungkook takes notice, but he doesn’t mind, he thinks pink is pretty on you. he’s never wanted to kiss your cheeks as much as he did now, and trust, he’s thought about it many, many times. “all done?” he asks after staring at you for the longest time.

you nod, “just gonna highlight these terms to review them later so i can get it down 100%.”

jungkook watches as you diligently reread your notes and highlight them. an apple on the table taking his attention away for a second when he realizes he hasn’t eaten at all today. he takes a bite, the loud crunch noise seemingly startling the both of you. it makes you turn your head and raise an eyebrow towards him.

“sorry,” he chews, “hungry.”

your stare lingers a little longer than you wanted it to. his cheeks are full of apple, you can’t help but laugh a little. “there’s still the sticker on it,” you point out.

he turns the apple around to see the blue sticker. peeling it off, he holds it on his fingertip, an idea sprouting in his mind to see that sweet smile of yours again. so he places the sticker on your cheek, your gaze moving from your screen to him and then to the fruit sticker now stuck onto your cheek. “get it? ‘cause you’re sweet like this apple is,” he smiles.

oh my god. you blush embarrassingly, your entire face flushed pink as you hide your cheeks behind your hands. he laughs at your reaction. jungkook was feeling bold today, so he moves forward, gently taking your hands away from your face to see the cute pink tint he caused. he sits back, admiring your pretty face.

you feel yourself burning hotter and hotter the longer he stares, looking everywhere but his face, too scared to make eye contact. you look back to your computer screen, “um— there’s pasta in the fridge— if you’re hungry, i made it last night.” you offer, but he declines politely, telling you that he has to leave pretty soon because his friends are expecting him to join them today.

begrudgingly, you watch as jungkook packs his things up. he thinks about how content he felt hanging out with you today, and how he wanted to do it again, as soon as possible. a thought pops into his head before he opens the door to leave. he turns on his heel.

you weren’t expecting the sudden turn, accidentally bumping into his chest. “oof! sorry.”

“it’s alright,” he laughs, helping you steady yourself by holding your shoulders. “i just wanted to ask— uh, my friends are throwing a party tomorrow night, do you— do you wanna come?” his words come out jumbled, jungkook never fails to trip on his words whenever he’s near you.

tomorrow night...it’s a friday tomorrow, the quiz is tomorrow, why the fuck not? a stress reliever from all the studying you’ve done. “sure,” you answer after a minute or so of deliberation. you look up at him with a smile, suddenly realizing how close the two of you are.

your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips, the close proximity makes you hold your breath. “great! i can pick you up? be your DD?” he quirks his head, a smile that matches yours on his face.

you nod, “yeah, i’d like that.” with that, jungkook takes a step back, widening the space between you both as his right hand goes to hold the strap of his bag.

“okay, i’ll text you the details.” before he turns around, turning the knob of your front door and letting himself out. before the door closes, he sends you a wave, one which you reflect as he pulls the door closed. you move up and lock the door, your forehead resting against the cold metal slab.

you wonder if this crush will ever advance into something more. neither of you really push the agenda, most of the time just cutely flirting with each other and only talking to each other during class. maybe this party will be a chance to further the bond the two of you have. you could only wish that you could drop this nervous shield that pops up everytime you’re around him, but jungkook is just so cool. the campus heartthrob, everyone wants to be him or be with him.

for the rest of the day, jungkook seems to occupy your mind, as he always does. when you get to sleep, the fantasies of jungkook’s lips on yours drift you into a deep sleep, one that eventually leads to a dream that has you rubbing your thighs together. his hands were all over your body, his cologne that you were so familiar with tormenting your nose, it all felt too real. so when you woke up to the sound of your alarm, sweat beaded at your hairline. you took deep breaths, cementing the fact that he isn’t here, and he certainly isn’t doing those things with you right now.

it was not helping that you dreamt of him sexually on the day of your quiz, the one that you were immensely stressing over. now, you’re gonna have to walk into class, act normal around jungkook even though your brain produced pornographic images of him, (it’s not the first time, but it’s the first time you’ve had to face him right after it happened) and ace this quiz.

you tried almost everything you could to have cleared your brain of your dream sequence. taking a shower, eating breakfast, studying once more, etc. but when you’re walking into the lecture hall, flashes of the dream and the sound of his imagined moan echo in your mind.

you walk up the stairs with your eyes down, not sure if you could make eye contact with jungkook without turning red. “hey, ___, good morning!” the familiar voice greets you.

“morning,” you reply, dryly. taking the seat next to him and silently taking your laptop out, waiting for the professor to start the quiz. jungkook seemed a bit taken aback by your cold answer, but he took into account that you’re probably just super nervous and stressed out because of the quiz, so he doesn’t take it too personally. instead, just sitting back in his chair and waiting patiently to take the quiz as well.

at this point, you were psyching yourself out, swearing that you already forgot all of the terms. if you were quizzed on the parts of male anatomy, specifically jungkook’s, then maybe you could ace it, but the terms that you were working oh so hard to memorize yesterday slip from your mind. when the professor tells you to separate and start the quiz, you start to bite your thumb nail again.

jungkook takes a look over at you, noticing the bad habit of yours. he gently takes a hold of your arm, pulling your thumb away from your teeth. the action causing you to make eye contact with him and his big doe eyes that hold so much love and light. you find yourself a bit speechless then, too many thoughts running around in your mind.

he whispers, “you’ll do great, okay?” the statement soothing your nerves. his voice somehow makes your body relax, even though you thought you would freak out if you made any sort of contact with him.

“you— you too, good luck,” you mutter. a half smile on your face. you were grateful that jungkook broke you out of your trance, his words of encouragement suddenly placing you in the testing state of mind. the images from last night's dream seem to put themselves away for now.

the next twenty minutes are complete silence. everyone focused on the questions before them. of course, you zoomed through the quiz, prepared for the trick questions and the harder ones that come up. jungkook finishes after you. it wasn’t a surprise, jungkook didn’t even have to try, you swear you’ve never seen him stress out before. nobody was perfect, you believed that, but jeon jungkook was the closest to it.

“okay, class! the quiz will be graded by tonight hopefully, you’re free to leave,” your professor alerts the class. jungkook waits patiently until you’re standing, following you down the stairs and out the door.

you decide to speak first, since you greeted him with such a dry response this morning. it wasn’t his fault that you dreamed of him on top of you, so why were you punishing him for it? “how’d you think you did?” you asked, turning to look at him.

he shrugs, “good i guess, i think i fucked up on one or two questions.”

“was it the striation part? i think i messed up on that one too.”

he shakes his head, “you know you aced that, don’t lie.”

you stay silent, the two of you walking to the campus parking lot. neither of you engage in conversation as you usually do. the images of last night’s dream slipping into your consciousness once again. you try to shake your head, to rid yourself of the thoughts. nothing else to distract you from them because jungkook was oddly silent the entire walk. you fear that he can actually read your mind and see all of your thoughts. if he could, he doesn’t mention it. not saying one word to you until he walks you to your car, greeting you with a ‘see you next class!’ before leaving to go to his car. not even mentioning the party to you, you start to wonder if he regrets inviting you. up until you heard your phone ring when you parked in the lot of your apartment complex.

[10:24 am] jungkook: hey! forgot to remind u about the party 😫

[10:24 am] jungkook: ur still down to come, right?

[10:28 am] you: hi! yeah :)

[10:28 am] you: is there a dress code or smth? haha

[10:29 am] jungkook: not that i know of 😂

[10:30 am] jungkook: u can wear anything u want

[10:30 am] jungkook: ur cute whatever u wear

[10:31 am] you: oh stop it jeon ur making me blush

[10:32 am] you: but tell me :( should i wear something casual? pants? a dress?

[10:34 am] jungkook: 😂

[10:34 am] jungkook: it’s kind of like a frat party…

[10:35 am] jungkook: so anything is okay

[10:37 am] you: ah okay

[10:37 am] you: i’ll surprise u then ;)

[10:40 am] jungkook: alright :)

[10:41 am] jungkook: i’ll come by around 9 to pick u up? sound good?

[10:42 am] you: yeah! gives me enough time to nap and get ready lol

[10:44 am] jungkook: great :) see u then cutie

you wake up from your nap around one, you had more than enough time for you to get ready for a party. so you decide to clean your apartment first, little chores to waste time before you get yourself dolled up. when you finished, it was around seven thirty. you washed your face, brushed your teeth, all that good stuff before sliding on a simple black bodycon that you got last summer. styling your hair and spraying on your favorite perfume before looking at yourself in the mirror. this wasn’t too much, right? lots of people wear stuff like this to frat parties, so you didn’t find it too fancy. the notification sound from your phone goes off, you move to check and see if it was who you were expecting.

[8:54 pm] jungkook: i’m here :)

[8:54 pm] you: ahh gimme a sec i need to pee haha

[8:55 pm] jungkook: take ur time cutie

[8:56 pm] jungkook: i’m right in front

jungkook only really had to wait about five minutes. the visual of you walking out of your apartment doors, looking the way you did, was breathtaking. his jaw drops, mouth slightly agape as he watches you walk up to his car through the passenger window. you are so gorgeous. it’s probably the first time jungkook’s seen you in clothes that really compliment your figure, most of the time you show up to class in hoodies and sweaters. so greedily, he takes in the way the dress hugs your curves deliciously. he shakes the thoughts from his head to get out of the car and open the door for you.

“what a gentleman,” you tease, getting into the car.

he joins you soon after, “you look...gorgeous.” jungkook doesn’t seem so shy now, his eyes taking in your beautiful self.

“thank you,” you blush under his stare. “is it too much?”

“no! no— not at all, all eyes will be on you tonight.” he smiles, turning the car on. now you were able to gawk over him. a simple outfit, all black with a black and white camo bomber. his side profile is perfect, his long hair draping over his face so gracefully and his piercings somehow sparkling in the dark of the car.

he doesn’t drive too far, somewhere in the suburbs where the big houses are. a huge iron gate in the front, seemingly too fancy for a frat party setting. jungkook rolls his window down to greet someone waiting in front of the gate with a couple of other guys.

“jeon! you’re late dude,” one of the guys gives him a handshake through the window.

“sorry man, i’m here now though,” jungkook laughs. the guy giving him the greenlight and opening the gate for him, jungkook parks inside on their stone driveway, decorated with a fountain and a beautiful garden.

“your friend lives here?” you inquire, impressed by the look of the place.

he nods, “fancy right? his parents are ceo’s.” makes sense, and it would also make sense as to why they were throwing a frat party here, rich sons always seem to stir up trouble whenever they’re bored.

he steps out of the car to open the door for you, always a gentleman. he takes your hand and helps you out, the two of you walking to the huge open double doors. as soon as you walk in, the smell of alcohol hits your nose, you try your best not to cringe. the blare of the speakers is the second thing you notice, along with the shouting of jungkook’s friends greeting him. “who’s this?” one of them asks, referring to you.

jungkook seems to hesitate at first, not really knowing how to introduce you. he settles by saying, “this is ___!” not attaching any ‘friend’, ‘classmate’, or anything to the introduction. his friend holds his hand out to shake yours.

you take it with a smile on your face, “i’m yugyeom, it’s nice to meet you!” a smile that reflects yours is on his face, it made you feel welcome. you were never really the type to go to parties, your time is spent working and/or going to school, but this interaction helps you ease up a little more.

“hello, yugyeom!” you reply, shouting over the music.

“do you wanna take a shot?” he asks. pointing to the enormous kitchen where they’re housing all the alcohol, you look to jungkook first who’s paying more attention to his phone rather than the conversation you were just having.

you shrug, “why not?”

yugyeom leads the two of you to the kitchen, jungkook following behind you blindly. he looks up from his phone, done with whatever business he was dealing with to ask, “where are we going?”

“taking a shot,” you answer, pointing to yugyeom who’s already pouring three shots.

“dude, i’m not drinking, don’t pour three.” jungkook tries to stop him before he fills up the third shot glass but his arm knocks yugyeom’s in the process, the bottle spilling the clear liquid into the third shot glass.

“i’ll take two,” you suggest, feeling a bit wild and down to venture out of your comfort zone.

yugyeom smiles at this, “i like her, jeon.” he hands you the two shot glasses full of vodka, jungkook stands next to you and watches as you down the first shot. your face cringing as soon as the alcohol touches your tongue.

“you didn’t even give her a chaser,” jungkook notices, scolding yugyeom who's already downed his shot and is sucking on a lime. “here, suck,” holding a slice of lime up to your lips. his choice of words disorienting you, especially since he was holding the lime up to your mouth instead of just handing it to you. your eyes flicker between the lime and his face, but nevertheless, you suck. sinking your teeth into the sour fruit. jungkook’s eyes zeroed in on how your lips wrap around the slice, slightly grazing his fingers. it’s not long before you’re making a cute scrunched up face from the sourness. “good,” he praises. you don’t deny the slight burn your lower belly felt when he said that to you. you swear he was making sex eyes to you, but you couldn’t tell. he broke eye contact with you soon after, throwing the fruit into the trash below the table that the alcohol was perched on.

yugyeom hands you another lime for your second shot, this time no jungkook to hold the fruit for you. the second shot burning down your throat with the lime chasing after, both yugyeom and jungkook cheer, congratulating you for being a trooper (even though two shots were their warmups).

the next hour or so, jungkook brings you around. he introduces you to his friends and making conversation with them. one certain group, you didn’t really enjoy. a group of five girls, clearly swarming jungkook as soon as he turned around from talking to another one of his friends. the girls ask how he’s been doing, all of the basic conversation starters. when jungkook tries to introduce you, they all turn to you and give you a little head nod before turning their attention back to jungkook. he stands there, conversing with them longer than he had with any of his other friends, and you found yourself getting, hm, jealous.

so you search around the room crowded room, looking for some way out. your eyes spot yugyeom in the backyard through the huge sliding doors, sitting on one of those lawn chairs with the one next to him empty. you decide to leave the group you were currently getting pushed out of and join yugyeom. he notices you when you step onto the grass, trying your best not to sink into the dirt with your heels. “you doing alright? where’s jungkookie?” he asks, sitting up.

you plop down onto the lawn chair next to him. “he’s in there,” you point to the house, “with five girls.”

the last bit of the sentence makes him laugh, a cackle where he holds his stomach because he was laughing so hard. “do you want a shot?” he offers after he recovers from his fit, pulling a tequila bottle out from nowhere.

but you agree, “two, please.” he fills the two shot glasses, but not completely like he did with the vodka earlier. there were no limes, or any type of chaser for you to take around, so you take the two shots like ripping off a band-aid, quick.

“you’re a funny girl,” yugyeom compliments when you’ve downed the shots.

“thanks?” you cough, the feeling of the alcohol still burning your nose and throat, “what did i say that was funny?”

“i think it’s because i’m tipsy, but that joke you made about jungkook being with five girls was hilarious.” he slaps his knee, almost making himself laugh up a storm again, but you weren’t laughing.

you raised an eyebrow, speaking with a serious tone. “it wasn’t a joke, he’s in there with five girls.”

yugyeom tries to collect himself, sitting properly on the lawn chair when he asks you to clarify, “you mean he’s fucking them? or he’s talking to them?”

you’re silent for a second before replying, why did you say it like he was in there fucking them? maybe it’s because he might as well be, so engrossed in whatever the hell they were saying to even notice that you were gone. “just talking to them,” you reply.

“that’s what i thought, jungkook isn’t like that anymore,” yugyeom nods his head, pouring another shot out for you.

“anymore?” you ask. he hands you the shot, you hesitate this time, starting to feel the effects of the first four shots you took. he doesn’t push you to take it. he just leans back onto the lawn chair as he sighs.

“you could say he’s retired,” he shrugs.

the term makes you laugh, “...a retired fuckboy?” you sit back into the lawn chair as well, looking up to the night sky. the shot glass forgotten on the table next to you. your body feels like it’s floating.

“yeah, he hasn’t really been doing stuff like that recently,” yugyeom spills. you stay quiet after he feeds you this information. yugyeom offhandedly telling you that you shouldn’t be jealous makes you feel guilty. why were you even jealous? jungkook was technically still just a friend to you. just because the two of you flirt every now and then doesn’t mean you’re together. of course he would be surrounded by girls, just look at him!

“there you are! i was looking all over for you,” jungkook interrupts your inner monologue. his voice comes from across the lawn, you look up to see him walking over to you and yugyeom.

“hi, jungkookie,” you smile up at him. the alcohol having more of an effect on you the longer you let it sit in your stomach.

he almost freezes up at the nickname, looking over to yugyeom and asking, “did you tell her to call me that?”

yugyeom holds his hands up in innocence, “i didn’t tell her to do anything, she’s like five or six shots deep though.”

you take the shot that was forgotten on the table and down it. “six,” you clarify.

“alright, slow down, iron liver,” jungkook jokes. yugyeom stands from the lawn chair, receiving jungkook’s telepathic signals to get the fuck up to he could talk and hang out with you.

“play beer pong with me later, ___! i’m gonna go look for eunwoo,” yugyeom points to you, giving you a thumbs up before leaving the backyard and moving into the house.

“feeling okay? think you might throw up soon?” jungkook asks, replacing yugyeom in the chair next to you.

“feel like i’m surfing, you know? like wavy,” you answer. the feeling was hard to explain, you weren’t dizzy but at the same time your brain was telling you to stop moving, even though you were completely still.

“ah, you’re getting there,” jungkook snorts. you didn’t have much willpower to answer, so the two of you sit there in a comfortable silence before a group of people coming towards, all greeting jungkook and you. they offer you a red cup, despite your current predicament. leaning against the chair and your droopy eyes, telling them that you’ve taken too many shots. a lightweight at her peak.

jungkook tries to deny it for you, but with a smile, you accept the cup. it was filled with the fancy mixed alcohol juice they had. “thank you,” you place the cup onto the table, “i’ll drink it.... later..” your words begin to draw themselves out. jungkook somehow finding a way to make the entire group leave, making it just the two of you again.

“give it to me, you’re starting to slur your words.” his hand is open, laying on the table and waiting for you to surrender the cup.

your eyes flicker from the red cup, to his face, then to his hand. a smirk on your face when you hold the cup up to your lips, tilting it back and drinking the cursed juice. you weren’t able to down it all, it was too much, you drank maybe ⅔ of it. you cough, taking in a deep breath as you try to steady yourself.

you weren’t sure if it was because you were drunk, but the way that his face looks in the moonlight was so pretty. so you just had to tell him. leaning forward, you speak, almost a whisper, “you’re so handsome.” you drag your finger across the expanse of jungkook’s hand. “did you know i have no gag reflex?” you smile, not your typical sweet smile that he’s used to, but a devilish grin.

jungkook’s eyes widen, his cheeks flushing immediately at your remark. “alright, you drank way too much.” he takes the red cup from your hands, dumping it out onto the grass in front of you both.

“hey, i wasn’t done,” you pout, but jungkook didn’t give you much time to mourn your spilled drink before he was holding your arm, lifting you from the lawn chair you were sitting on. “where are we going?” you ask, trailing behind him with your hand in his.

“gonna get you some water and something to eat,” he answers. the two of you move through the house, jungkook pushes through groups of people and makes sure you’re safe behind him.

“i have to pee.” you tip toe to tell him your emergency in his ear. he stops at the stairs, knowing a bathroom where no one else goes. his friend specifically telling him to use that bathroom when they have parties because the other ones get way too gross.

he brings you up the stairs to the guest bedroom, opening the door to reveal one of the biggest rooms you’ve seen. “the bathroom is there,” jungkook points to the door on the left. you nod, your wobbly legs making their way to the toilet.

jungkook sits on the bed patiently, waiting for you to finish. he hears the flush and the sound of the sink running, the door opens and you’re coming out of the bathroom, pulling your dress down. “are we gonna have sex?” you utter, slurring the end of your sentence. your alcohol poisoned mind taking over your ability to speak.

his eyes widen at the question. “no! no— oh my god, this is just the room with the cleanest bathroom, we’re not—“

you’re next to him now, “you don’t want to?” you pout. glassy eyes looking into his.

“no! i mean, yes, i want to but— fuck, just— just not now, yeah?” jungkook stumbles over his words, his face blushing a blood red. your pretty face peering up at him makes him even more flustered, his hands start to sweat.

“okay,” you nodded. your drunken brain deciding to stop the interrogation of jungkook’s desire for you. to which jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, taking your hand and bringing you out of the room, down the stairs, and out into the driveway. he brings you to his car, opening the passenger door for you. “wait, are we leaving already? yugyeomie wants me to play beer pong with him,” you complain, wiggling your hand from his grasp.

goosebumps appear on your arm when you make it outside of the house. jungkook notices when he turns around to look at you. without a second thought, he takes his jacket off and places it over your shoulders. the newfound warmth shielding you from the cold night. he didn’t mind the breeze, especially since he was still recovering from the stunt you pulled in the guest room.

“we can come back later if you want, let’s just go grab something to eat first so you won’t regret this tomorrow morning.” his explanation is pretty solid according to your drunken brain, so you oblige, moving to sit in his passenger seat.

he joins you in the driver’s seat not long after. “can we get mcdonald’s?” you ask as soon as he sits down.

a smile appears on his face as he starts the car, “sure.”

the drive made you feel a little dizzy, it makes you laugh. “you okay?” jungkook asks, but you nod your head. he’s so sweet, always asking if you’re okay, making sure you weren’t feeling too awful, etc. it only makes sense that you were falling head over heels for him.

“totally fine,” you look over to him with a smile on your face. he’s so fucking pretty, his side profile is something you could rave about for days. as he’s pulling into the mcdonald’s drive through, he’s talking into the intercom, ordering the two of you something to eat when you’re suddenly mumbling, “mcflurry, kookie, oreo mcflurry.”

he looks back to you, an amused smile on his face, “oreo mcflurry?” he repeats. you nod, “okay, anything for you.”

he reiterates the request into the intercom and the server gives him the greenlight. he drives forward and waits until the next car moves up, in the time being, he looks to you. your head laying up against the door and your eyes slowly blinking, warning him that you might fall asleep. so he reaches into his backseat, his arm looking for the water bottles that he usually keeps in his car.

“hey,” he taps your arm gently, “drink some of this first.” he hands you the water bottle, you blink slowly, trying to figure out what he was handing you. once you realize it was a water bottle, you take it, opening it and gulping some of the water down. jungkook is grabbing the food when you’re screwing the cap back on. he parks somewhere in the parking lot and tells you to start eating.

you grab your mcflurry first, the feeling of the cold ice cream on your tongue soothing your dizzy brain. “yum,” you think out loud.

jungkook laughs, taking out his hamburger while he takes out your chicken nuggets. “make sure to eat some of this, yeah? don’t want you throwing up and hating me.”

the thought makes you smile. jungkook was taking such great care of you. sure, he let you down the alcohol like it was nothing, but you never opposed to it, always taking the shot because you wanted to. now jungkook is here, taking care of you, because he wanted to. you knew that if it were anybody else, they probably would have left you at the party, letting you fend for yourself. the sudden warmth in your chest makes you want to tell jungkook everything.

with his jacket wrapped around you instead of him, you can see the bulge of his arm muscles peek out from the short sleeved shirt he was wearing. even drunk, your brain seems to travel back to the images from your dream. “you know, i had a dream about you, a reeaaaallllllyyyyy dirty dream, jeon jungkook.” you blurt out the confession before your thoughts catch up with you, the alcohol still very much blocking off the common sense part of your brain.

he tries his best not to overreact, but you had a dream about him? a dirty dream at that? it awakens something in jungkook, but he pushes it down, ignoring the feeling as he asks, “you did? what was it about?” he curious as to what you meant and what your dream entailed, but he didn’t want to push too far. especially since you were drunk and most likely just spilling everything because your brain doesn’t have the willpower to hold it back.

you stick your hand into the bag to steal some fries, stuffing them in your mouth. “oh, you don’t wanna know,” you chew.

jungkook quirks a brow, “well, was i good at least?” he jokes.

you scrunch your nose, nodding nevertheless. “too good, couldn’t even focus during the quiz because of it.”

jungkook is silent for a second. the conversation making him hot even though he wasn’t wearing his jacket anymore. so he clears his throat, trying to change the subject in a subtle manner. “is that why you were so mean to me this morning?” he pouts, connecting the dots.

you laugh at the question, “sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear.”

with that, the rest of the time is spent eating. jungkook makes sure that you ate enough and drank enough water, the empty water bottle in his cupholder as proof. “do you want me to take you home now?” he asks, the two of you finished eating and now a silence takes over the car.

“are you going back?” you ask, fiddling with your fingers. he thinks you’ve started to sober up, or maybe have gotten to the point where you just want to sleep.

he shakes his head to your question, “honestly, i’m kind of tired, but if you want to go back, we can go.”

“no, i’m okay,” you decline the offer. jungkook laughs, starting the car again and driving back to your apartment complex.

you take this time to try to get yourself together. you know you’ll regret confessing to jungkook that you had a wet dream about him in the morning. but in the moment, it felt right to confess, (to your drunken brain of course). you tilt your head back, pushing your head against the headrest, and suddenly, you’re reminded of the stars jungkook has on his ceiling. you were silent as you admired the lights, jungkook takes a look at you when he’s stopped at a red light.

so cute, he thinks, staring up at his ceiling like it’s the real night sky. when he pulls up to your apartment complex, he wishes the night could be longer, that he could spend more time with you. he parks the car in the front, exactly where he picked you up. you’re looking to him now, your hands in your lap and your heart seemingly beating three times as fast as it usually does. it wasn’t the alcohol.

“did you have fun tonight?” he asks. his voice never fails to make you melt.

you nod, “i did.”

“i’m glad,” he smiles. there’s a small silence before he speaks once more, “also, y’know, you don’t have to stress yourself out so much, i know you might have expectations for yourself and stuff, but you should give yourself a break from time to time.”

the alcohol’s effects fading slowly from your brain when you start to realize that the entire reason jungkook invited you out was to help you destress. it makes you fall even harder, he was so thoughtful. even though a party wasn’t your scene, he invited you to give you a glimpse into how he has fun and hoped that it would help you loosen up a bit. you were grateful for the mental break he provided you.

you didn’t reply, purely because you were thinking about how much you want to kiss him right now, but it wouldn’t be right. when he speaks up again, there’s a nervous lilt in his voice, scared that he’s overstepped. “if you need anyone to help you— i don’t know, let loose? you can— you can always call me.” he scratches the back of his neck.

but you try your best to reassure him, smiling at the offer. “i will, thank you for tonight, jungkook, i really enjoyed it, despite being a lightweight.”

he laughs, staring at the way your face cutely scrunches when you giggle. he too, is fighting the urge to kiss you, because right now isn’t a good time. he wants to do it right. he doesn’t want to fuck it up with you. so instead, he hops out of the car and moves to open the door for you. helping you out of the car and walking you to your door, your hand in his.

“i’ll see you in class?” you turn to face him, squeezing his hand.

he nods, “yeah.” his signature bunny smile coming out to greet you a goodnight. “text me before you sleep?” he requests. you give him a thumbs up before he’s letting go of your hand and you’re sticking the key into your door, it’s then that you realize that you’re still wearing his jacket.

“oh!” you exclaim, taking the jacket off and handing it to him. but he holds his hand out to stop you.

“keep it, you can give it to me the next time we hang out, or something,” he suggests. you try to hide the growing smile behind a nod.

you hold onto his jacket, “goodnight, jungkook.”

he sticks his hands in his pockets, sending you another grin, “goodnight, ___.”

jungkook drives home, his empty apartment welcoming him. he plops down onto his bed, not even bothering to change out of the clothes he was in because he was that tired. the events of today running through his mind.

he hopes you don’t think he was doing anything with those five girls. he saw you walk away when you did, he tried his best to escape the conversation, but they kept pulling him back. he gave up after ten tries of trying to get away, standing there for a good fifteen minutes listening to them babble about how much they missed him. jungkook had never rolled his eyes so many times in a conversation.

the talk the two of you had after was another thing taking over his mind. your dirty flirting and your dream you mentioned in the car had his imagination running all over the place. he didn’t want to push you when you explained, but he was very curious as to what he did in your dream, and how good it was for you to have it run through your mind all day.

his phone rings next to him. he turns and opens it, a smile on his face when he reads your message.

[12:32 am] you: hi jungkookieeeeeeeee

[12:33 am] you: im sleeping noww

[12:33 am] jungkook: alright cutie

[12:33 am] jungkook: goodnight! again 😂

[12:34 am] you: goodnight <3

he turns his phone off after that. looking up to his ceiling with a dumb smile on his face. his mind thinking of you and only you.

[wishiwasbig]

A Little Help Goes A Long Way PT.2

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This chapter is a bit longer than the last one but not by much haha... Robbie freaks out some more and eats some apples. Lots of fearplay but he's alright in the end. :)

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All of the TW/CWs from the last chapter apply here as well besides blood and injury. Also while there is no vore there are mentions of being eaten.

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Robbie was confused.

He didn't remember going to bed. He certainly didn't remember falling asleep. In fact, he didn't even know where he was. Even though he hadn't opened eyes yet he could still tell this was not his bed, and it certainly wasn't his recliner.

His limbs felt as though they were suspended in the air, and his head wasn't being held up by a pillow. The material holding him felt more like leather than any kind of fabric he had ever had on his bed. The last thing that confirmed to him that he was NOT in his own bed, or house for that matter, was that his bed was NEVER this warm.

Slowly his eyes fluttered opened to look downward. He quickly realized he was, in fact, not on the ground but far from it. Suddenly, the memories of his unfortunate circumstances return and he gasps.

He felt a wave of warm air wash over him and shivered. He shakily rose his head up and turned it as far around as he could to look behind him. His eyes widened in horror as he saw an, ever so slightly open, mouth.

HIS mouth.

SPORTACUS'S MOUTH.

Robbie let out a terrified scream at the sight. The teeth, each as big as his own hands and giant tongue obscured but not entirely hidden by them, made him feel ill. He couldn't stop his mind from drifting into grim thoughts. It wouldn't take much pressure from that jaw for him to be nothing but blood bones.

Was this what Sportacus had planned all along? To eat him? Why reasure him before? To prolonge his misery? Was this all just a trick so Sportacus could watch him suffer? It couldn't be right? Right? His body racked with tremors, his breathing quickened, and tears returned to his eyes as he thought of all the gruesome events that could spawn from his current situation.

"Robbie? Oh my goodness, you're awake!" Sportacus said with obvious surprise, pulling the trembling villain away from his face and turning him around to talk to him easier.  He noticed Robbie's horrified state. "Is everything alright, Robbie? You're shaking like a-"

Robbie cut Sportacus off before he could get another word out. "ALRIGHT?!?!?!" He cried. "H-How, on earth, could I possibly be alright?!?!" He was breathing even quicker than before. " F-For a second I thought-" His heart was beating so fast he could barely think. "I-I thought that you- t-that you were going- g-going to-" Robbie tried to get the words out.

"Going to what?" Sportacus asked in a concerned tone.

Just then Sportacus's stomach let out a low growl, almost as if it had heard Robbie's thoughts and just wanted to scare the life of him for the fun of it. Robbie froze, staring, wide eyed, at the larger hero's middle.

Sportacus, noticing this, followed Robbie line of sight. Upon realizing what the villain meant, he looked back at him, and their eyes met for moment. Sportacus opened his mouth to speak, but before he could they a word out, Robbie began thrashing around, kicking at his palm and scrambling to find any way to escape the hero's grasp.

"N-No! Don't-" Robbie shrieked as Sportacus locked him in a tight fist.

"Robbie! Please, just calm down! I'm not going to-" the elf attempted to say.

"S-Stay away from me!!!" Robbie cried.

"Robbie! It's alright! I wasn't trying to eat you! I was only trying to hold you for a second so I could climb up the ladder!" He explained quickly, motioning towards the object with his free hand.

Despite the elf's efforts, Robbie continued to squirm and cry out. Sportacus quickly realized that talking to the villain was not going to make a difference. He decided it best that he just continue with his plan so he could get up to his airship before someone heard Robbie.

Spotacus turned Robbie around in his hand and lifted him up to his mouth once again. Robbie yelped, scrambling forward in a hopeless attempt to escape the now open maw behind him. He felt Sportacus's breath on his back and, as the terror settled in, he resorted to begging.

"Please, N-No-" he plead. He had given up fighting by now, instead lifting his arms up and locking his hands behind his head and curling in on himself in attempt to shield himself from whatever horrible fate he may receive.

But nothing came. Only the light shifting of fabric on his skin and a wave of nausea as the hand previously holding him completely let go. He whimpered as he realized that the only thing between him and 50ft drop (which, in reality was more like 5ft) wpas his waistcoat. Robbie screwed his eyes shut while Sportacus climbed the ladder up to his airship.

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When Spotacus finally arrived in airship, he looked around, trying to find a good place to set Robbie down. Eventually, he settled on his bed as the best spot. He moved his hand directly below the him before letting him drop into his palm.

Sportacus watched the villain's eyes shoot open as he was carefully placed on the bed, following every movement he made, shaking like a leaf. Sportacus ran to grab a first aid kit and returned Robbie, placing it on the bed next to him. He pulled up a chair, sat down and spoke.

"Robbie, can you please tell me what happened?" He questioned as he opened the first aid kit and pulled out a some gause. Robbie flinched when the hero's hands moved towards him. He felt his wounded arm being carefully held between the hero's massive fingers. They were surprisingly gentle as they removed the cloth from his shoulder. As he looked at the hero he drew in a shaky breath. He reasoned that there was no real point in not telling the hero. He'd be in far more trouble if he tried to lie anyway, right?

"It.... It was one of my machines...i-" He watched Sportacus's expressions, looking for any hint of anger as he explained. "I was t-trying t-to use it on-" Robbie was about to finish before Sportacus interrupted him.

"Ahh let me geuss-" the elf smiled at the familiarity of the situation. "You were trying to use it on me, weren't you?" As he looked to the villain, though, his smile fell. He saw Robbie tense up as he nodded and he quickly corrected his tone. "It's alright, Robbie. I'm not mad at you." He said reassuringly. He smiled again when Robbie let out a relieved sigh. "I'm going to get something to eat, do you want anything, Robbie?"

Robbie stared blankly at the hero. He couldn't wrap his mind around how kind Sportacus was being. All of the crazy antics he had put through and yet, he didn't seem angry in the slightest. It made no sense to him.

"Well, i geuss you probably don't want any sportscandy but..." Sportacus held a hand up to his chin in thought. "I don't know if I have anything else..." He chuckled nervously, moving his hand from his face to rub the back of his neck.

Robbie watched as Sportacus's eyes lit up and he walked to the wall of the airship. Robbie wondered why the elf wasn't doing all the fliping and twirling he usually does. It was confusing, but he was thankful nonetheless. If he had to deal with anymore noise, he figured, he'd probably just start crying all over again.

Robbie saw sportacus put his hand over a small circle on the wall. Nearly the moment that the hero did this, a section of the wall folded out in front of him. Behind the section of wall there where tubes containing columns of fruit.

"Do you think you could handle fruit? It's sweet still, but not like cake-"

"I know what fruit is." Robbie hissed. Though he was mostly glad that the elf hadn't insisted on calling it "sportscandy" even without the children around.

Sportacus smiled."That's great Robbie, but do you want any?"

Robbie thought about saying no, but he realized he hadn't eaten at all today. He had been so scared when Spotacus grabbed him, that he hadn't even thought about breakfast. He huffed, looking up at the hero. "Fine...at least it's not carrots or something..."

Sportacus smiled at the little villain, being careful not show teeth. Even if Robbies attitude was inconvenient, he was glad the poor guy quaking anymore, and he didn't want to accidentally startle him again. "Would you prefer apples or grapes?" He asked.

Robbie turned his head away from sportacus. "I would prefer to go home." He grumbled, flinching slightly as Sportacus let out a heavy sigh.

"Robbie, I can't just leave you alone in there. You could get hurt!"

"And who's to say I won't get hurt with you?!"

"I won't let that happen, Robbie. I promise you that."

Robbie scoffed at this. Sportacus picked up a kitchen knife a began cutting an apple into slices, before cutting up one slice into smaller pieces. Robbie watched the hero warrily as he did this. Sportacus grabbed a bottle of water and twisted off the cap. He then set the bottle aside before using the knife to push the smaller pieces into the bottle cap and then pushing the bigger slices onto a plate.

He brought the plate and the cap over to the bed and gave the cap to Robbie. He set the plate on the edge of the bed next to the chair.

Robbie made a disgusted face at the peices of apple but pushed through the feeling. Hesitantly, he picked up a piece of the fruit and took a small bite. He was surprised at the taste. It wasn't that bad. It wasn't cake by any means but he definitely thought he'd hate it more.

Sportacus watched Robbie nibble on the apple peices and smiled. At least maybe something good would come of this situation.

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"haha, wow, you really are a freak!" beryl laughs, a familiar pencil held in his hand and an intentionally eerie green garb about him. distantly, there's the smell of lilies of the valley. "i gotta hand it to ya, i didn't expect that. but it makes me curious. you got real pissed when i mentioned those little fuck-servants of yours, huh? afraid somebody wants to take them?" his form contorts, limbo's hair and eyes splitting his flesh apart with the sound of bones cracking and resetting themselves. the black marks on his hands smell like rotting instead of ink, bones peaking out of the flesh, and the taller he gets the more obvious he is that this one, this one he devoured. a pound of flesh for a pound of curses, after all.

"my lord." the borrowed voice croons, not-quite-right face bending and molding more and more. "i love you, my lord. even if you killed my lover- oh, boo, who needs that bloody shite? it isn't- oh, sorry, it is not, i have to speak so eloquently- like he mattered to me before you. the fact that my mirror and koyanskaya smell similar must be a coincidence. our little savior of humanity could never ruin a perfectly good soul, mm? oh, i bet doc roman would love that load of trite! hey, did ya fuck him, too? is that why ya like the lil girl he picked up to feel better about himself?"

beryl shifts, teeth sharper, eyes like fractals, no, polygons, no, they're fractured- then he coughs up blood, looking back up with freckled skin and sunkissed eyes and forest loved hair, bone wrapping around flesh in the deconstruction of a ring.

"but maybe that lil bluebird-" his form shifts more, orange hair and blue eyes that aren't quite right, the shades are off, they've been stolen from someone else- "-would you end the world for me, ritsuka? i'm not brave, i'm just a shitty thief, but i'll stay by your side til the end~ you gave me that ring, right?" a voice in mangled welsh and scottish, not quite right either. those eyes tear up, faintly, crows feet along the lines. "we're married. together forever, fujimaru." it's just a guess, but he shoots the verbal arrow to the adam's apple, watching ritsu's throat. "or maybe..."

the voices speak together. roman, mash, limbo, a simulacrum of robin- they grin.

"...you'd kill ANYBODY to save humanity? haha! then you won't mind if we die before it all ends, right? oh, i bet it'll be great! the faerie will love their little bluebird, love twisting him all up again like organs, love defiling those two broken memories, and mash... i'll really enjoy helping her explore herself! and the best part is?"

"you won't stop something wearing their face, will ya? ritsu."

They know the allusion to Robin. It’s obvious, Unfortunately, it also has them playing directly into the reaction Beryl wants. So this barking creature wishes to be hated, because to be hated is to be looked it. To be looked at is to be acknowledged is to be alive to be real. Cause and causing an effect. Ritsu is not so above themselves that they can’t fall victim to what they realize is a ploy.

Their uniform always has a knife by their side. It’s useful. The number of times they’ve been disappeared with only the gear on their person, it would be stupid to ever be without a tool. Their fingers grip the handle. A rugged plastic there, comfortable. Beryl calls them a freak, speaks disparagingly of people they love, and Ritsu snorts. “You’re pathetic. Are you really so jealous that no one loves you? Christ.”

Find something to pick at and Beryl will run it ragged, desperate for blood. There was a tragedy to make a person like this. Something horrible, for someone who can think and feel to become this desperate and this completely uncomprehending, as Beryl’s form wavers and cracks.

But it’s not Ritsu’s job to pity Beryl for whatever that tragedy was. They will forgive when forgiveness is asked, not when the opposite is forced. Wrong on wrong on wrong from that same mewling thing. He smells like a festering wound, muscle torn from a hunting trap caught in once and now rotting. It is not Ritsu’s job to forgive the rot.

my lord, and Ritsu visibly twitches, expression twisting. Fuck you. Their arm draws the knife before they’ve even thought about it. How dare you. How dare you. How dare you.

To steal something. To take something Ritsu loves, to take the voice of someone, to shape words they could say and words they would not. An insult to someone else that Ritsu cares more about than an insult to themselves. Kiichi’s trained them well. So has Emiya. Even with Beryl’s shapeshifting and his own magecraft and talent in staying alive, Ritsu’s a good fighter.

They’ll cut his tongue out. They’ll tear the face from him, if this is all he’s going to use it for. Even-especially as he brings up Roman. How sad, how woefully pathetically tragic, that Beryl assumes the only reason one could care for Mash was because of someone else. That Beryl doesn’t, could never guess, that Mash was capable of choosing Ritsu as her friend on her own.

That everything anyone does is nothing more than barking to be worse or more noticed or cover up for sins. It’s not a villain. It’s a forgotten little thing trying to patch itself up. Too bad, that this simulacrum trying to become something ended up like this and here. Ritsu’s knife catches under Beryl’s jaw and it looks almost as if Robin is bleeding on them. Close up, the inconsistencies between Beryl and Robin are more apparent. There’s caveats to how Beryl takes, then. There must be.

Wouldn’t be the first time Ritsu’s had to cut Robin’s neck, anyways. They twist the knife. “I hope it hurts.” They speak low and quick. “I hope every twist of bone to make a shitty simulacrum of something you have no hope of understanding hurts. I hope it hurts more that you’re not even good at it.”

Beryl guessed wrong. It is not the first time Ritsu has had to harm someone wearing the face of someone dear to them. It’s not the first time Ritsu has had to harm someone dear to them, full-stop. This doesn’t even come close to that. All it is is a bad mask. “An animal howling won’t make anyone want to be around it. It’ll just make people want to put it out of its misery so it goes away.”

[soulwillower]

i couldn’t be more in love • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

my tag list hasn’t been working recently so hit my line if it doesn't work this time

requested: i can't find all the requests but i got asked for a part 2 several times!

warnings: some alcohol, mentions of drug use, heavy drugs (cocaine, and a brief allusion to heroin use), sexual themes, references to sex, references and mentions of addiction, angst, but a nice ending, unedited haha

part 2 of i wanna see you but you’re not mine, also inspired by paris and so far (it’s alright) by the 1975 lolol

[title taken from i couldn’t be more in love by the 1975]

(losers + reader are mid-20s.)

2.7k words

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bitter air nips at your nose as you inhale deeply, white noise of traffic clogging the atmosphere as lights tinkle behind your peripheral vision. the smoke makes its way to your lungs and in the darkness of the night, a swirl of sooty regret that calms your veins and sets them on fire all the same.

"i have to say, it's hard not to take offense of you not inviting me out here." a voice in the solitude of the back of the bar makes you jump a slight bit, but you blink as if unaffected.

but holy hell is that not true. your fingers shake with the beat of your heart as you meet richie tozier's eyes, feigning a smile as you let out a cough of a laugh. "wasn't sure if you'd want a smoke." you lie, twisting on the cold of the brick wall you lay against to take another drag while taking him in. 

he’s devastatingly beautiful. 

richie's rolling his eyes, walking closer to you in his bright jacket, the pattern nearly making you dizzy. slender fingers slowly grab your wrist and you do nothing but watch limply as he slides one of your cigarettes from the carton and then your eyes follow all the way up to his cherry lips and you're lost in thoughts again - memories of last year when he'd kiss you with those very lips, when those lips would travel over the expanse of your body. a split second and you can’t stop yourself as you remember when those lips said i want you to be mine through a bright smile, and then you remember the heart shattering fall of those same lips when you'd said no.

you remember the last thing those lips said to you.

i’ll see you around, those lips had said. but it had been a lie - you knew it then and you know it now - because that was five months ago and tonight was the first night you'd talked to each other since.

not for lack of you trying, but after the third missed call and several weeks of richie happening to be dead asleep whenever you were over, you stopped trying.

"so, how you getting on with your life?" you ask as you take a sip of your beer that you'd set on the concrete. and then the dismissive answer from richie, an uncharacteristically short and bored, "its alright."

you blink. not good, not bad, not well, my band just released a tape, or the other night i tied eddie's shoe strings together and he fell on his ass. 

 just alright.

you spare a glance at richie, and as he's lighting the cigarette you realize that he's so much different than the last time you saw him - physically he's nearly the same, except for the nostril ring that glints in the streetlight of the alleyway behind the bar. but emotionally, he's... not here. at all.  

“you’ve changed." you say, as if it's a casual thing and not the only thought that you can force through your teeth. richie lifts a brow. "no i haven't."

it's short clipped, and so you look away, heart stinging. he's hurt. you huff, shaking your head as your shoe scuffs against the dirt. as you exhale the smoke, a puff of your breath spreads around you and the cold air presses in on your bones.  

"so you left town for a bit, did you?" he asks, clearly trying to be nice. your eyes catch his forearm as he rolls up his sleeves, and the prickled bruises that scatter them cause a wave of nausea to overtake you.holy shit, that was new. he doesn’t seem to notice as you take a shaky breath, eyes tearing away from his arm before you got sick. you guess he never really was that good at selling. couldn’t cut down. 

you wonder where the old richie is, the one who used to let everything bounce of his shoulder as he laughed, cracking jokes and flirting mercilessly with anything that moved. despite this, you just nod. "paris."

"and? did it just change your life?" he's muffing you up but you roll with it, knowing that if you lose yourself now then this conversation will be explosive. and bill was banking on you and richie getting along tonight, as he'd reminded you.

"i learned a lot," you say through another drag, eyes trying to find the stars among the dark midnight sky in the middle of the city. "it was beautiful, the school. and i never really missed here, i guess. my folks just thought i couldn't hack it. i wanted to prove them wrong."

"but here you are. guess you proved 'em right... not enough noise but too much racket, huh?" richie asks through a drag of his cigarette. you roll your eyes as you move to look up at him. "maybe you were right. you're still the same poetic asshole after all."

he seems to take humor in your words as he pulls a drag through a half-assed chuckle, shaking his head. "there are a lot of things i could say to that, doll. but i'm not going to."

and you want to punch yourself in the stomach as you feel butterflies echo in your chest from his pet name. 

"for who's sake?" you ask, and richie's eyes meet yours. his pupils are huge, the black almost swallowing the bright blue whole, and his stare is almost empty. your heart hurts.

he just watches you, eyes flicking from the cigarette between your lips to your eyes and back. "you better tell me about your paris trip quick, y/n, i'm almost through with my smoke." he says jokingly, waving his lit cig between his knuckles. the burning embers bright up his face, narrowing his high cheekbones in the dark light.

"giving me an ultimatum? god, i missed you." you say to him, the look he shoots back giving you chills. richie narrows his eyes, and you know you're both walking on thin ice, dancing around the fact that he fell in love with you and then you fell in love with him but despite that, it didn't work.

 why didn't he love you anymore? because as much as you deny it, you know you never stopped loving richie tozier. richie laughs, but it’s too sharp.

"that's a ridiculous joke coming from you. but i...need to piss. i'll be right back." he says, putting out his cig on the brick wall, but you sigh as you shake your head. he's turning to leave, but you catch his arm just in time. he looks at you expectantly, and your heart pangs.

he gestures impatiently, and you decide fine... if he's going to be this way, then you're not going to beat around the bush. 

"what, you're not even going to offer me a line?" you ask. the wool of his sweater is rough against your fingers and his arm twitches slightly. he looks at you, guilty and nearly...surprised.

did richie really think you hadn't ever noticed? didn't he know you noticed all those trips to the bathroom last year, at parties or in the middle of a group hangout, or when it was just the two of you, in between romps in his messy bed? did he think you hadn't noticed how many bloody noses he gets, the dented credit cards, the twitchy eyes. his racing heartbeat? didn't he know you noticed everything about him?

he gnaws his lip, "only have like half a bump left with me."

you tear up despite your resolve, and you shake your head, "you don't need it. can't you just enjoy my company?" you ask. the sudden shift in tone is nearly palpable as richie's breath catches in his throat, his adam's apple bobbing a bit. you don't let go of his arm.

you know you sound desperate, but then again you are. the need to be with richie is tearing you into pieces, and it has been for months. you know you made a mistake - you just want him to listen to you. you barely catch his lip quivering before he tilts his head back, sending a quick huff of a laugh to the tall roof that covers you, the cold air fogging his breath. "the problem is i enjoy it too much, y/n. you know that."

you look at richie, mouth slightly open. "richie..." you don't know what to say. your silence seems to push him further, “i know we're trying to be friends. but i don’t want to feel us at all. i want to be numb again.” he says desperately, eyes rimmed with red and unshed tears that threaten to fall. you feel like he's just plunged an ice cold knife into your heart. "it was easier when you were gone." he mumbles, hand rubbing his face, his curls falling over his hand.

"even when i was here it seemed like it was pretty easy for you to ignore me." you whisper, eyes watery.

"you know why i didn't answer your calls, y/n." he says, leaning against the wall. you sniff, a tear falling down your cheek and leaving a stinging cold on your face.

"i was angry at you. i know that that's not... i know it wasn't really justified, but i just couldn't stop thinking." he says, and you drop his arm so that you can wipe your tear trail. he continues with a shaky breath.

"you were doing better than i was, i saw it. i know you wanted to talk to me, but... it's like you could just decide to flip a switch with your feelings for me. do you know how scary it was to fall for that?"

his words leave you silent, and it dawns on you that when you thought you were protecting your year-long friendship with richie, you were really tearing it in two.

"i was so fucking mad, y/n/n. i was so hurt because i went and fell for you and i thought you fell too, but then you said i was just a good fuck -" a tear escapes his eye and his glasses are starting to fog up. you feel like you're moments away from sobbing. "-and then you told me it was better if i starting seeing other girls after i asked you to be my girlfriend. and i was sort of just left in the dust, because you would still tease and flirt with me, especially when we were with the others... and i didn't know how to act. i was so scared and confused." he's crying, now. his cheeks are pink, as is the tip of his nose; his eyes are watery and he keeps sniffing, wringing his hands as he keeps speaking. you're stunned.

"then i went and did what you wanted, because you seemed happy and if you were okay then, y'know, i could be too. and i was seeing other girls, but you went and got upset with me for it. and i was so fucking mad.”

he’s wiping a tear and you itch to brush the curls from his forehead, but you don’t dare move, as you don’t know what’s about to come out of his mouth next.

“because what about this fucking insane love that i have for you? these feelings? it was like you were flipping a switch whenever it was convenient for you, or when you were lonely. and i was so mad that you didn't love me the way i loved you... that’s how i felt, i guess. but what was i supposed to do? wh-what am i supposed to fucking do now? and now, if i don't force myself to be all annoyed with you, i don’t know what i'll do. because i couldn’t be more in love. i don’t know what to do."

you can only stare at him, your heart thumping so hard you have to steady yourself against the wall. what the hell do you even say to that?

you gently grab his hand. his palm shakes in yours, fingers long and cold as they fidget slightly. but he squeezes your hand and so you lay your other on top of his and you gather the courage to try and put into words the amount of love you have felt for a year. "chee..." you mumble, his breath catching slightly when you use the nickname you used to use back when you were sleeping together.

"i... i’ve known how badly i fucked up, but i still had no idea how much i hurt you. i know i lack enthusiasm and urgency with...whatever this is. this has been. but i still care. i want to make you happy, but this stupid idea that you and i being together may ruin our friend group made me blind. i hurt you so bad, because i'm selfish and can't keep myself away from you but i was afraid of how much i let you affect me. i've been running from happiness and i'm so sorry i've hurt you, richie."

it’s quiet as he processes what you’re saying, and you know it’s going to take a lot more than just this to fix what you have, but you just need to be near richie. you feel like you may explode if you dont show him how much you love him. he deserves more.  

"i believe you." he says, and he's almost sighing in defeat, and that hurts you even more. "i'm sorry too. i was an asshole."

you shake your head, your hand rising to cup his cheek, and your eyes meet. you see the blue, the size of his pupils seemed to have returned to normal and your lip quivers slightly, "please, i miss you. i don't want to fight anymore."

he shakes his head, mumbling, "me neither." before crashing into you, engulfing you with himself. his sweater is warm and rough against your cheek as you wrap your arms around his waist, squeezing like he might disappear. 

even while hugging he's still towering over you, keeled like a bear over you and making you nearly lean back as he pulls you to him. and when he says it this time, it's raw and whispered, honest against the white noise of the city.

"i love you."

you turn to crane your head up and your nose hits his jaw, the smell of his cologne mixing with the cigarette smoke residue. he turns to meet your eyes, and you smile against him, a tear leaking from your eye slowly. "i love you too, richie."

he kisses you, just as you tilt your head to him, and his lips are warmer than you remember. it's soft, salty and laced with your tears; but it tastes like a promise and you put your all into it, hand sneaking into his curls. “i don’t want to leave you tonight.” he whispers softly against you, his thumb rubbing your cheek in a way that has you melting. 

"please come back to mine." you whisper against his lips.

and then an hour minutes later after brushing tears from each other's cheeks, richie ditching his nearly-empty bag of powder in the bin, bidding good-bye with fleeting explanations to your friends, a closed bar tab, a seven minute cab ride to your apartment, and a deep conversation, richie's climbing with you into your bed.

when you wake up the next morning, richie's hair is full in a curly halo around his head, his bare back rising slowly in the early morning light. he's on his stomach, an arm loose around your waist and his face towards you. his breathing comes out in puffs through his red lips, the sight making your heart swell. the heavy dread you've felt the last six months is finally gone, not following over your head like a deadly haze. you feel like the light is finally back for the first time since you fucked it all royally. 

you kiss his forehead softly, and he stirs.

"promise you won't kill me in my sleep, y/l/n." he mutters as his eyelashes flutter, and you almost laugh as you whisper, "i forgot how much you snore. may just have to smother you with my pillow next time to get to sleep."

you're covered in warmth as he laughs tiredly at that, pulling you closer to him, kissing your bare neck and heaving a sigh with his body pressed against yours. you lay with a grin on your lips, feeling like those old, romanticized ideas of you and richie that you used to have in your head finally have some closure.

a glimpse of the boy you fell for is shining through, and you realize that no matter which richie it is, day or night, rain or shine....

you couldn't be more in love.

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[luminous-shifting-vibes]

*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

[lovemesomesurveys]

Are you more positive or a debbie downer?: I should change my name to Debbie.

What would you love to drink right now?: I’m good right now.

Is that an alcoholic drink or not?: I don’t drink alcohol.

Oh good. What would you love to eat right now?: Nothing at the moment.

How many meals do you eat a day?: Usually breakfast, lunch, and dinner and then I have my nightly bowl of ramen. My appetite and eating habits fluctuate, though, so sometimes I may miss a meal or two. On bad days I may only have one meal or something small. On really bad days I might have nothing, but it’s been awhile since I’ve gone a day without anything at all even if it’s only a little bit.

If you could have any talent in the world what would it be? Be realistic. I’d like to just have a talent of some kind at all.

Do you brush your tongue with your tooth brush?: I try to as much as I can, but it’s hard because it makes me gag.

How many times do you brush your teeth a day honestly?: At least once.

What are you favorite type of jeans?: Dark wash skinny jeans. 

Do you pop your bones? or Crack your knuckles?: Yes.

Did you just pop your bones or were about to?: No.

Haha. What’s a movie you would recommend to a friend?: Depends on what they’re into. I like a variety of genres.

Are you a righty or a lefty?: Righty.

Do you eat your nails?: EW, no.

Do you enjoy making or taking surveys?: I just take them.

Name something that is blue that you like: The ocean.

Name something pink that you like: My fuzzy throw blanket.

What music can you not stand?: I’m not into like club/house music.

What is music you listen to when you just want to chill?: I just put on my playlist and shuffle through what I feel like listening to.

What was your favorite concert that you’ve been to if any?: All of ‘em. Concerts are just a really fun, cool experience.

How many pets do you have and what kind?: I have a doggo. We thought she was a Lab and German Shepherd mix, but we’re not entirely sure.

If you could have one more pet, what?: We are good with one doggo right now.

If you could sleep next to a tame wild animal what?: I wouldn’t do that.

Would you rather have an owl or a snake?: Neither.

Cool! What would you name it?: --

Do you eat the ice in your drink?: No. I don’t find eating ice to be pleasant. Also, one of my pet peeves is the sound of someone eating ice.

What do you order at Chic-Fil-A?: The chicken strips with Chick-Fil-A sauce.

If you had to go to Mcdonalds what do you order?: Depends on the time of day, but usually when I go it’s for breakfast and I get the breakfast burritos.

Wait… do you actually like Mcdonalds?: Eh. I liked it more growing up, especially as a kid, but it’s not my go-to anymore. That’s interesting. What is your favorite cuss word?: I don’t have one. I’m not someone who cusses that often.

Do you cuss a lot?: No.

Have you ever been addicted to cigarettes?: No, I’ve never smoked one in my life.

Bad habit. What is your favorite font at the moment?: I don’t have a current particular favorite. Not something I think much about.

Which do you use more? Facebook or Instagram?: Facebook.

What is a hobby of yours?: Taking surveys.

Would you give it up for a million dollars?: Uh, yeah.

Do you have a favorite number?: Yeah, the number 8.

Are you a student? If so, what classes will you take next?: Nope, I’m done with school.

How do you like your tea?: With a packet or two of sugar.

Favorite drink at Starbucks?: During most of the year I’ll likely get a white chocolate mocha or a caramel macchiato. During the fall it depends on what the options are, but definitely not a pumpkin spice latte. This year they had an apple crisp macchiato, which was really good. During this time of year I’ll either get a peppermint white chocolate mocha, toasted white chocolate mocha, or a caramel brulee latte.

___ makes you laugh: My mom, brother, and doggo.

___makes you mad: Myself.

___ makes you happy: The beach.

Are you a good kisser?: Probably not. It’s been several years now since I’ve last kissed someone so I’m really out of practice now.

How many real bf/gf have you had?: I haven’t had a real relationship.

Would you ever get back with your ex?: No.

Your crush has what color hair and eyes?: I don’t have a crush.

Do you like 80’s music?: Yeah.

Name a comedy that you like: Bridesmaids.

Do you like homework?: I enjoyed some assignments.

Something you want to buy real bad?: Hmm.

Something you would buy a friend as a gift?: Uh, depends?

What is something that would be a good birthday gift for you?: A vacation, ha.

Something you would gift yourself?: Likely just something from a favorite store of mine.

Favorite candle scent?: I like autumnal scents.

Favorite Bath and Body Works scent?: Their beachy, autumnal, and winter scents.

Do you watch beauty videos on You Tube?: Some of the ASMRists I watch do some makeup related videos.

Have you ever questioned your sexuality?: No.

Do you like Star Wars?: Yeppp.

What is the best thing about life?: My loved ones.

What do you think will happen when you die?: I believe in heaven.

Are you superstitious?: No.

What kind of surveys do you like the most?: Random ones like this or themed/category ones.

Do you like this survey?: Sure.

Will you give it a 5 star?: Sure, why not.

Do you go to church?: I’ve been watching one of my local church’s live streams for the past couple years.

Do you like Christian music?: Yes.

Have you ever skateboarded and failed at it?: I can’t skateboard.

Have you ever dropped something down the garbage disposal on accident?: No.

What show/concert have you went to that you didn’t like much?: I’ve enjoyed the concerts I’ve been to.

What CD would you never buy for yourself?: I don’t buy CDs at all anymore.

Is sex a must in your life?: No.

What do you think about weed?: I think it has a lot of benefits.

What shampoo do you use specifically?: Dove.

What conditioner?: ^^^

What body wash?: I use Caress bar soap.

What is your favorite type of soda?: Coke, Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, and the cherry versions of each of those. Oh, black cherry Pepsi is good as well.

Favorite dessert?: Brownies, cookies, cupcakes, cheesecake, donuts, muffins...

I know you love animals, but what is your favorite?: Dogs and giraffes.

Cute! Would you rather be cute and ugly or hot and stupid: I’m ugly and stupid.

Would you ever kill someone for fun?: Wtf...

Are you evil in any way?: No. I’m not the best person, but I certainly don’t think I’m evil.

Have you read the entire bible before?: Yes.

What is your favorite sport?: None.

Are you good at it?: --

Which smiley face do you like best? ( :) ) or ( :0] ): (:

Would you rather be a clown or a garbage man?: Neither.

Would you rather be a mime or a janitor?: Neither.

Hmmm. Would you rather be a rockstar or a librarian?: Librarian. 

Last question: WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE?: That’s for each of us to find out for ourselves.