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lavendersuh · 4 years ago

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what a feeling

johnny x fem!reader | badboy!au, too much fluff | 2.4k words

warnings: mentions of nicotine addition, alcohol

based off of this moodboard and au idea created by @neo-cult-ure!! thank you luv for allowing me to play around with this au idea! I originally wrote this bc i loved the idea and just wanted to self indulge in some writing a few nights ago. I probably could’ve fleshed this out more, but i’m in the middle of exams so i probably shouldn’t even be writing fic rn haha (fair warning tho there is so much fluff help) hope u enjoy!!

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“I need your help.”

Haechan looks up to see an unexpected face peering over him. It wasn’t every day that resident bad boy Johnny Suh was asking a drama student for something. While the two of them ran around in slightly similar circles due to their mutual acquaintances, Haechan can’t remember the last time he spoke one-on-one with Johnny.

“What do you need my help with?” he asks curiously, as he shuts his locker.

“There’s this girl.” Johnny says, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, “She’s different, Haechan, I need your help.”

Johnny has always been the most confident person Haechan knows. He always admired him for that, but now it appears that the tall boy has a rosy tiny covering his cheeks, along with a sheepish smile.

“My help? I can’t imagine being much help compared to Jaehyun… isn’t he your wing man?” Haechan responds.

He begins walking away, heading for his next class. He didn’t hate Johnny, nothing even close to that, but he was a bit suspicious of why he was coming to a self-proclaimed nerdy, drama student for help.

“This is different…” Johnny mumbles as he catches up with Haechan, “Do you know that diner a few blocks from here? The Neo Zone?”

Haechan looks over at him, “That neon, throwback place? Yeah, the theater kids go there after practice sometimes.”

“There’s a waitress there.” The older boy says, “She’s pretty, her laugh is like a song, Haechan, she’s perfect.”

“The problem, then?” Haechan asks. Johnny didn’t seem like the kind of person to have trouble with the ladies.

“She wants nothing to do with me.”

Haechan can’t help the laugh he lets out, “Did your usual flirting not work out for you?”

Johnny wasn’t a terrible guy, in fact, he could be very respectful (despite the cheesy pick-up lines sometimes), with a nice sense of humor and friendly smile to go along with it. But he had some bad habits. He refused to buy a helmet for his precious motorcycle. He smoked more than he should. He wasn’t always present during school hours. But underneath the leather jacket and torn up jeans, the boy wasn’t all that bad. He loved to flirt and fool around, but he never took things farther than someone wanted.

Johnny frowns at Haechan’s laughter, “I was hoping you could help me. She’s interested in 80s films, and I know you’re into stuff like that. You have a huge collection, don’t you? Could I borrow The Breakfast Club? Sixteen Candles?”

“Yeah, I can lend you some of them this weekend.” Haechan stops in front of the door to his next class, turning around to look back at Johnny, who’s grinning with appreciation.

“But Johnny?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s gonna take more than just flirting and watching her favorite movies. You gotta get to know her.”

Johnny throws him a classic smirk, his confidence returning to his face, “Will do, Haechan.”

~~~

“Hey, Y/N!”

You turn around without Johnny seeing the roll of your eyes. After his shameless flirting last weekend you knew he would probably be back.

His flirting wasn’t creepy; it was actually a little bit flattering. You couldn’t count on your hand the number of men that had spoken their fair share of sleezy comments to you. Johnny’s flirting was refreshing (but maybe that was just because he seemed to be your age instead of thirty years your senior). He asked about your favorite movies when you had mentioned liking 80s films. He complimented the sneakers you painted yourself.

But alas, he was also a walking stereotype, with the leather jackets and motorcycle parked just out front. When you waited on his table last time, you nearly coughed over the smell of nicotine that followed him around.

“Hi, Johnny,” you say, leading him to a booth in the corner, laying out the menu on the table.

“I watched some of the movies you told me about,” he says, smiling brightly at you, “Got any more recommendations?”

You can’t help but feel a bit flustered at the fact that he watched some of the stuff you recommended. He was paying you a lot more attention than you had previously thought.

While you take his order and bring out his food, Johnny flirts and makes jokes. You can’t help but smile at some of the things he says, despite yourself. By the end of his meal, you bring out his receipt, showing him the list of movies you wrote on the back in black pen.

“Thanks! Maybe I could take you out and we could talk about them sometime?” he asks, a hopeful gleam in his eye.

You roll your eyes at him, “You’re gonna have to do more than just watch my favorite movies for me to change my mind about you.”

“Am I really that bad?”

“You aren’t bad, Johnny. I just feel like I deserve more than just someone who smokes and rides a motorcycle without protection.” You say, walking off to ring up his order and get his change.

He huffs as you walk off. What was he to do?

~~~

‘This is stupid,’ Johnny thinks to himself as he pulls up to the diner, a week and a half later. He was driving Haechan’s car, but that wasn’t the only thing he had borrowed.

When Johnny had reconvened with the boy, Haechan told him he needed to change up his act in order to impress you.

And somehow this is how Johnny ended up walking into the diner with a dorky sweater and his hair neatly combed on a Friday evening. The neon sign of the diner glowed into the car, casting shadows on the funny pattern of the sweater.

He felt so stupid, but he was also kind of desperate. It was Haechan that had come up with the plan after suggesting he dress a bit nicer.

“I don’t know if I have any ‘nice’ clothes, Haechan,” Johnny had told the other boy.

“Then you can borrow some of mine!” Haechan looked up at how tall his friend was, “Or maybe my brother’s…”

Johnny knows he went overboard but he also really wants to see your smile again. He supposes it’s worth it.

“Welcome in,” you say, but as you turn around, you pause, “...Johnny?”

He smiles, reminding himself that he can be confident without the bad boy clothes and aesthetic. “Does your shift end soon? Could I take you out for ice cream?”

Somehow you can’t help but find the outfit change endearing, so you find yourself nodding. The boy was clearly trying to impress you, so you should at least give him a chance. And ice cream sounded excellent after a long shift. It couldn’t be all that bad, could it?

~~~

It ended up being quite nice, actually.

Johnny took you to an ice cream shop on the edge of town, leading you to a picnic bench after getting two cones of ice cream. As the sun fully slipped away and the stars started to come out along the purple sky, you both discussed movies, the future, your favorite foods, everything.

He was a good listener, holding eye contact and asking questions, full of attention. He told lovely stories when he wanted to, as well. You couldn’t help but find yourself to be a bit drawn to him when you finally gave him the time of day. His humor, his soft smiles, his contagious laugh. It was clear to see it would be easy to fall for someone like him.

It was hard though, knowing the reputation he held. He did risky things, a cigarette in one hand, his motorcycle keys in the other. From his stories, you knew he cut class. He never wore a helmet, either.

Just because he wore a nice sweater and borrowed a friend’s car didn’t change these things.

“I hope we can do this again, sometime.”

Johnny lightly holds your hand as he stands outside of your front door while dropping you off.

You looked up at him, his face soft under your front porch light. There was so much hope in his eyes, hope for the idea that you would give him more of your time, more of your smiles.

“Oh, Johnny,” you say, slowly, “This is really sweet, but this isn’t you.”

He looks confused for a moment, protesting, “Of course, this is me. I just cleaned up my act, like you said.”

You frown, “Sure, I did say that, but you changed all the outside pieces of yourself.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” he asks.

“What? Johnny, no, of course not!” you exclaim, “I don’t care if you have this ‘bad boy’ act, and drink, and ride motorcycles. I just hate that you are so careless with yourself. You smelled like smoke every time I saw you. You never wear a helmet. You refuse to go to class sometimes. It hurts me seeing someone so bright, someone I’m enjoying getting to know, do nothing but hurt themselves.”

You squeeze his hand, hoping to offer some form of comfort while you speak your truths. “Just cause you changed your clothes doesn’t mean you are changed for the better.”

“What are you saying?”

“I like you, Johnny. You.” you say, taking his hand in yours, “Not this dressed up, masked version of you. I just want you to care about yourself. So I can care about you, too.”

Things are quiet for a moment, as Johnny stares at the ground. Finally, he looks up at you, an unknown flicker in his eyes.

You let go of his hand, “You have some stuff to work through. You’re sweet, Johnny, and I’m happy that we’ve gotten to know each other. Please call me when you figure things out.”

You go inside, leaving him frozen in place.

~~~

“Has Johnny come in lately?”

You are startled out of wiping down tables at the diner when you hear someone speak to you. You look up to see a honey-haired boy, who you recognize as Haechan, one of the drama club kids from school.

“You know him?” you ask, your eyes narrowed.

“Yeah,” Haechan rubs the back of his neck, “We’ve become friends recently. He told me he liked you. Asked to borrow some movies and stuff.”

Realization dawns on you that Johnny had probably gone to Haechan to get some guidance. The thought makes your heart squeeze. You’d been curious about where Johnny was getting the knowledge from. You recall Haechan being in the after school film club as well.

“He stopped coming in a while ago,” you say, “I gave him my number after we went out once, but I didn’t hear from him.”

You try to keep the feeling of sadness from washing over you, but you’re surprised at how affected you are by Johnny’s absence in the past few weeks. While his flirting could be a bit relentless sometimes, there was no doubt that he respected you through all of his charming antics.

“Hm..” Haechan seems to be deep in thought at your words.

You ask him if he wants to order anything, but he declines, thanking you for the offer before leaving nearly as soon as he had entered.

~~~

“Hey.”

You look up on your way out of the diner after your shift, startled by a voice. Johnny stands in the parking lot, next to his motorcycle, a soft smile across his face. He has his leather jacket back on, but surprisingly, you notice he has a helmet tucked under his arm, too.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, walking up to him, “You haven’t come in for a while.”

“Thought I’d come stop by,” he grins. “I heard you missed me.”

You look down shyly at the pavement, “I never said that… but yeah, I guess.”

It was a surprising feeling as you confessed that small truth to Johnny. It was boring around the diner without his conversations and flirting words. It felt nice to let those words out.

Johnny leans behind him, grabbing another, smaller helmet, “Wanna take a ride? I wanna take you out for another date. I even bought you a helmet. Hope you’re not scared to go a little fast.”

You nod, unable to keep the smile off of your face. It was nice hearing Johnny’s bluntness again. He seemed more relaxed, more comfortable with himself.

You run over to your car quickly, shoving your bag into the backseat before walking back over to Johnny. You climb on to the bike behind him, feeling him place the extra helmet on your head. While he adjusts it, his fingers brush across your face, sending chills down your spine.

Once he’s back in position, you boldly wrap your arms around his torso, letting your head rest across his jacket. You take a deep breath, expecting to smell the nicotine that follows him around, but his leather jacket smells fresh.

“Did you quit smoking?” you ask, as he turns on the motorcycle.

“Yeah, I quit after our date,” he explains, “I was kinda unbearable for a while there… That's why I didn’t come into the diner. After a while, I figured you woulda forgot about me.”

You let out a laugh as he pulls out of the parking lot, “How could I ever?”

You both ride along in silence, aside from your nervous laughs as the motorcycle speeds through traffic. You notice the elevation getting higher as he rides outside of the city.

Finally, he pulls off next to a scenic outlook overlooking the metropolis. The sun is starting to set, casting shadows along the buildings, along Johnny’s face. You can’t tell which you find more beautiful.

“I want to thank you.” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you to look at him.

“For what?”

“For caring about me. I didn’t even care about me.” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek.

You smile up at him, his soft words making you bold. You lean in, kissing his lips in response. After you pull back, Johnny wraps his arms around you, pulling you into the warmest hug of your life.

It seemed simple, really. As the sun set with an orange glow, marking the end of a day, it also marked a new beginning. It left you both with a warm feeling. And what a feeling it was.

#nct-writers #neothestars #neo-constellations #johnny x reader #johnny x you #nct x reader #nct x you #johnny scenarios #badboy au #johnny #nct #johnny suh #my writing

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demented-dukey · 5 years ago

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Hey i was on tiktok and i was a comment saying thomas is uncomfortable with Remrom. I have never heard about this before but im also not really in the fandom rn. I figured of someone knew then it would be you. Did he say anything about remrom?

I have not heard a single word from Thomas (or Joan or crew) about Remrom. I watch his livestreams and keep a loose eye on his tumblr, twitter, and insta, plus I’ve developed a pretty nifty grapevine of friends who pass along news I might miss. I’m sure if he mentioned anything official about it, I’d find out pretty damn quickly one way or another.

So no, as far as I know, Thomas has never mentioned Remrom by name or offered any opinion on the ship.

Do you mind shooting me a PM with a link to the comment, Anon, or sending me another ask with details on how to find it? I’d like to follow up on the source and ask for receipts. I highkey doubt they have any proof to back up their claim, but if they do I wanna see it.

PSA Reminder: I am firmly against asking Thomas or crew about Remrom. It is a fandom-only issue - demanding the creator to weigh in on the situation (or even address it at all in any way shape or form) is inappropriate and a no-win scenario for everybody involved. I know it’s tempting (especially with Thomas being so easy to contact) but Do Not Do It.

#dd asks #ask and ye shall receive #TiKToK #Thomas is a pure bean #fucking livestreams #remrom mention #please do not tag thomas or joan on my posts #unless i say it's a safe post #this is not a safe post #i'm asking nicely #ask for the receipts #pics or it didn't happen

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rather-impertinent · 5 years ago

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Most Unexpected

A/N: this is chapter 4 of The Enys Chronicles but I don’t have my laptop rn so you’re just gonna have to read it here. But I promise it’s nice and fluffy and worth the sacrifice x

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Dr Dwight Enys crept into his bedchamber after breakfast in search of his beloved pocket-watch he’d forgotten on the bedside table.

“Ah, Caroline,” he greeted with a wide smile, somewhat surprised to see her awake and dressed so early. “How are you this morning, my love?” He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek as he passed her.

“How am I?” Caroline asked him, crossing her arms across her chest, as though the question was the most impertinent one in the world. “How am I? I’ll tell you how I am, Dr Enys: I am with child.” She had been feeling off for several days now, and when her courses had not come again yesterday, Caroline knew there was only one explanation.

Dwight picked up the silver pocket-watch from the bedside table and swiftly dropped it to the floor in shock once his brain had taken in what Caroline had just said. His head whipped around to look at his wife. “I’m sorry?” Had he heard her correctly? “You- you’re with-?”

“Child?” she finished for him. “Yes.” Her arms were still crossed.

The doctor’s gaze went from his wife to their still dozing five month-old and back again. “But I- I don’t understand,” he stuttered. “How could such a thing...” Dwight trailed off, his stunned mind at present unable to form coherent words and sentences.

“I should think you of all people should be quite able to explain the concept, Dr Enys,” Caroline scathed before sitting down heavily on the bed. It was all so soon. And she was so tired, they both were; and now there would be no time for resting. “Christ above...” Caroline muttered quietly as she wiped her hand across her face.

“It was not His doing,” Dwight commented, a smile clear in his voice.

Caroline picked up a plush pillow and threw it at him, which he dodged expertly. Now was not the time for jests. “No, it was yours,” she accused in a grumble.

An wide, unapologetic grin stretched across Dwight’s face now that he had gotten over the shock of his wife’s announcement; though she had clearly not recovered as seamlessly as he had.

Tentatively, Dwight took a seat next to Caroline on the bed and took her hand in his, his features soft and patient. “I grant you it is... most unexpected,” he began, looking at her; she still stared straight ahead. “But is it so bad?” Dwight wondered gently.

It was then Caroline looked at him. “Bad?” she repeated. “No, no, of course not...” she insisted quietly; she then exhaled shakily. “It’s just...”

“What?” Dwight probed, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of her hand.

“I was not prepared for it to be so soon.” The thought of giving birth again so soon after last time filled her with icy dread. What if they would not all be so lucky this time?

A small chuckle escaped Dwight’s lips. “Nor I,” he admitted. When Caroline did not share or acknowledge either his chuckle or his comment, Dwight put an arm around her. “Tell me, what is it that troubles you?”

Caroline paused for a moment to gather her thoughts. “Well,” she began, “the birthing itself is daunting to say the least. You of all people know how precarious childbirth can be.” Dr Enys nodded in understanding. “It is long, arduous and unrelenting, and one worries if one’s strength is... strong enough. Then there’s the pain that follows the birthing, the exhaustion, the risk of the fever and worse...” Caroline inhaled and exhaled. “And the prospect of you not being there...”

“Why would I not be there?” Dwight wondered with creased brows.

“You were quite late last time,” Caroline reminded him.

With a twinge of guilt, Dwight nodded in receipt of her worries; he wished to soothe them but did not want to sound dismissive of her very valid fears, so he said only: “I promise I shall take only house-calls once your confinement begins, would that please you?” Caroline nodded her approval. Somewhat jokingly, Dr Enys then teased, “I promise to be the noble country squire of your dreams.”

Caroline shoved him gently for his jest, though a smile was now tugging the corner of her lips; she put her hand on his chest. “You promise?” Caroline asked, her eyes searching his. Dwight’s word was the very foundation on which he built his life.

He met her eyes and smiled softly. “I do. I promise.”

Caroline’s shoulders seemed to relax a bit at that. “Alright,” she said before letting out an exasperated sigh. “I just bought two new gowns,” Caroline whined suddenly, “I shan’t get much wear out of them now. And they shall be out of fashion in six or seven months time!” She pointed her finger at Dwight. “Dr Enys, you have much to answer for.”

Dr Enys grinned widely at the accusation. “It would seem I do,” he accepted, before pausing in thought. “Why do we not go to London within the month? Then we may be invited to balls and dinners and you may get to parade your new gowns for all of society to see,” he offered, inwardly already dreading the soirées. But wherever Caroline went, he would always follow, that was just how it was. He wouldn’t change it for the world.

Caroline’s entire face lit up. “Oh, Dwight, do you really mean it? May we truly go? Next week, perhaps?”

He kissed her hand. “If you wish it.”

“I wish it!” she enthused. Oh, to be amongst people again! To be further than Killewarren, Nampara or Sawle village! To have a dull, meaningless conversation with a stranger and not somebody who knows and owns her heart! To be free of the obligations of motherhood for a few blissful hours every few evenings! Oh, but wait... “May Sophie come with us?” Caroline asked her husband.

Dwight hesitated for a moment: the sight and smell of London came immediately to his mind, the loud hum of the city, the disease, the overindulgence, the general uncleanliness. The answer must surely be no. But then Caroline’s sad face came into his mind, as did the thought of missing some important milestone in Sophie’s development, and the thought of leaving her behind in Cornwall for a month... even in the care of Nanny or Ross and Demelza... Eventually, and not without hesitation, Dwight said: “yes.”

Caroline grew even more excited at the prospect of her trip to London so Dwight quickly threw in some conditions. “But we must be more cautious in our journey, stopping three or four or perhaps even five times a day. It may take an extra day or two to reach London, but so be it.” Caroline nodded. “And we shall not be dining out every night.” A less enthusiastic but a perceptible nod came from the direction of his wife. “Naturally, if any guest shows even the slightest sign of any illness - common or exotic in nature - we must leave at once.” Again, Caroline nodded, though more firmly this time. “Lastly, we must find some time to take Sophie to Hyde Park, she would like the ducks and the horses very much,” he concluded, his tone a little softer now.

Sensing her ears burning at the repeated use of her name, Sophie greeted the new day with some nonsensical babbles to gain her parents’ attention.

Dwight moved off the bed and approached the crib. “Good morning!” he chirped, peering at a now alert Sophie, who stretched and waved her arms in need of some loving attention. Dwight lifted her out of the crib with ease and rocked her gently. “Today is a very special day, my little love,” he told Sophie.

“And why is that, Dr Enys?” asked Caroline, controlling a smile as she knew his answer.

“Because,” Dr Enys began, his tone sing-song, “soon another child shall be born and there shall be four of us! Think of that, Sophie!” He tickled her stomach and she gurgled happily, stretching her little arms to grab a handful of his lip.

“I think she is pleased,” Caroline commented. “Though she appears far more interested in shutting you up, my love. Perhaps she may be of use to me, after all.”

“Yes, Madam Mischief appears to be quite boisterous today,” Dwight acknowledged, his sentence muffled by Sophie’s firm grip on his bottom lip, her other chubby hand squeezing his nose. “Ah, ah,” Dwight tutted gently, removing her hands from the act of rearranging his facial features, “in this house, we must keep our hands to ourselves,” he warned without heat.

Caroline cackled from the bed, her laughter nearly splitting her sides. She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “Oh, the irony of you making such a claim!” Dwight shot her a look, which was met by a wicked smile.

Sophie, completely unaware as to what was going on besides the fact she was awake and with her two favourite people, sought to gain her father’s full attention again and gripped a small handful of his lightly greying hair.

“Someone is quite put out that not all the attention is on her,” Caroline commented, amused as she watched Dwight wince as he tried to pry Sophie’s hand from his head without removing half of his hair.

“A face she must learn to get used to. I wonder who taught her such behaviour in the first instance!”

“Hmm,” was all Caroline said.

Sophie began to fuss slightly in Dwight’s arms but fussed more at the prospect of being put back into her crib; Dwight sighed and wiped his face.

Caroline stood up and approached them, pausing to wave Sophie’s hand. She still seemed slightly displeased. “Why do you not sing to her?” Caroline suggested, looking at Dwight.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You truly believe that will work?” Sophie began to whimper, a storm of wails very much looming on the horizon.

Caroline shrugged and made a face at her daughter. “She seems to enjoy it usually.”

Dr Enys bounced Sophie up and down in an attempt to soothe her. “And you - do you enjoy it?” he teased his wife, though his eyes were soft.

Caroline ignored the soft allure of his blue eyes. “I enjoy teasing you about it,” she answered.

“You enjoying teasing me about everything.”

“Is that a complaint, I hear, Dr Enys?”

Dwight schooled a smile. “No, no complaints, my love,” he insisted, continuing to bounce Sophie, who was beginning to become more relaxed.

“I have a complaint,” Caroline announced without any trace of irony, “my husband promised my daughter and I a song and has failed to deliver on his word.”

Dwight gently rolled his eyes at his wife before taking a breath and softly singing:

“My sweetheart, come along, don't you hear the fond song,

The sweet notes of the nightingale flow?

Don't you hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale

As she sings in the valley below.”

Sophie shrieked in delight at the sound of the nice song her father sang to her before putting her arms around his neck as far as they would go. She then gently rested her cheek against his, offering her mama a gummy - almost teasing - smile.

“A more blatant preference I’ve yet to see,” said Caroline, attempting to sound offended, which was undermined by the softness of her eyes as she looked at them.

Dwight laughed and squished their cheeks together, father and daughter both smiling. Dwight then continued humming and began to dance with his daughter. “Then it is fortunate another child is on the way, perhaps it may prefer you and we shall be even once again,” he teased, knowing Sophie’s allegiances changed within the hour depending on what mood she was in.

Smoothing her skirts, Caroline took a seat on the bed once again. “Yes,” she murmured, a small smile on her face as she rested her hand on her still flat abdomen. “Perhaps it may be for the best, after all.” After a further few moments of studying her husband interacting with their daughter, Caroline stood up, wondering as she came to stand next to them: “Do you not have patients to see?”

“Why?” Dr Enys asked, a smirk dancing on his lips; he kissed the crown of Sophie’s head, which was beginning to produce more pronounced blonde ringlets. “Are you kicking me out?”

Caroline delicately lifted her foot and tapped his shin with it. “Yes.”

“Indefinitely?” He handed their daughter to his wife.

“Indefinitely. You must take all your ghastly potions and tonics with you and never return.”

A sigh escaped Dwight’s lips. “Will you at least grant me a goodbye kiss from my two most beloved women?”

Caroline schooled a smile. “Why? Are they here?” She kissed him softly and Dwight bent his head and gladly accepted Sophie’s pro-offered sloppy kiss.

Dr Enys picked up his medical bag and sighed heavily. He nostalgically ran his hand over the curves of the bed frame, the plushness of the chaise-lounge, the crystal door handle. He turned it and opened the oak door.

Caroline watched him go. “What time shall you be home for supper?”

“Around six, my love,” Dr Enys answered, offering her and his child a soft smile before stepping into the corridor.

“You has best not go back on your word!” Caroline called after him, envisioning the fish pie they would eat together later, “or you shall no doubt have the Lord’s wrath to contend with for the breaking of one of his Rules.”

“Commandments,” Dwight corrected his wife, who was, by her own definition, a perfect heathen. The doctor’s head appeared from around the doorframe. “It may please you to know that the prospect of the Lord’s wrath is not nearly as unpleasant as the prospect of your wrath, Caroline.”

Caroline arched an eyebrow and smirked at her husband. “So I should hope.”

With a quick, mischievous grin, Dr Enys disappeared down the corridor to begin his rounds.

#poldark #poldark fanfic #carolight #sophie enys #tec

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xwriting-ikon-stuffx · 6 years ago

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iKON Preference | “accidentally” hurting you with what they say

Pairing: iKON x reader

Summary: them “accidentally” hurting you with what they say

Word count: 200-300 each

Warnings: kinda angsty

Authors Note: A sequel will follow about how they make it up so stay tuned

Note: Please remember that english is not my native language, so could have some spelling, grammar or tense mistakes.

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Jinhwan

“I wouldn’t need to be jealous if you didn’t flirt with other guys!”, he yelled at you as you entered your front door. You just walked into the kitchen for a glass of water and ignored him. “Are you even listening to me?!”, he started again, standing next to you in the kitchen. “Jinhwan, you’re drunk. Please drink some water and have some sleep.”, you said, trying to calm him down and handing him the glass of water. “I don’t care if I’m drunk! I just want you to stop flirting with other guys!”, he said and grabbed your wrist but you harshly pulled away, tears building in your eyes. “Don’t touch me when you’re in this state. And stop saying I was flirting with them, I only love you and you should know that!”, you said, trying to fight the tears, placing the glass of water on the work top. He didn’t seem to realise but these words hurt you. You would never flirt with anyone else, you love him with all of your heart, he’s your everything. “I just wanna go sleep...”, you said and made your way up the stairs. Jinhwan followed you, mumbling some more stuff but giving up on discussing any longer. You two got changed and finally you laid down in bed. You rolled to face the outside of the bed and felt Jinhwan getting under the blanket but it wasn’t like it usually was. He didn’t cuddle up behind you, stroking your side while falling asleep. The two of you just laid there in silence...

Ju-ne

„How about you just stop being jealous?!“, he said as you were walking after him. You immediately stopped, frozen on the spot. He turned around, looking down at you. The last 5 minutes you were talking to him about how you felt uncomfortable when he was talking to other girls more than to you when you two were out. You tried to let him know about your feelings and worries and at first he seemed like he understood. But now, you were nothing but shocked. You knew he wasn’t the softest when it came to things like these but you never thought he would just blame you, being jealous. You felt your eyes filling up with tears but tried to fight them off, not wanting to show how much he hurt you. „You know what? Maybe you‘re right...“, was all you said. There were a few seconds of silence in which he realised he made a mistake. „Y/N..I‘m sorry.“, he said, trying to grab your hand. But you pulled away and took a step back. „No, that’s it.. I‘m out.“, you said and turned around before leaving the apartment while your boyfriend continued to say your name, hoping for you to turn around and come back. But you didn‘t.

Bobby

„If you would stop wearing my clothes I wouldn’t need to complain about never having any to wear!“, he yelled as you were running around the apartment, trying to gather his clothes from the rack. „Are you kidding? You have plenty of clothes to wear, they‘re flying around everywhere but you complain about me wearing your clothes from time to time?“, you yelled back as you walked upstairs before dropping all the clothes on the bed he sat on. „Maybe because I don’t want all these! I want to wear the T-Shirt you‘re wearing!“, he said and sighed angrily. „You know what? Take it!“, you said as you pulled it over your head. You weren’t minding him seeing you in only underwear, you‘ve seen eachother naked a lot of times. You threw the T-Shirt at him and grabbed one of yours to pull over your head. You also changed from your shorts into a skinny jeans while Bobby sat silent on the bed, watching you. „I don’t know if you realized but you have like 5 of these white T-Shirts!“, you said before you grabbed your bag. You stuffed some of your clothes into it before grabbing your stuff from the bathroom and walking downstairs. „Where are you going?“, he asked and followed you towards the door, realizing that he might have overreacted. „Somewhere where you aren’t!“, you said, left and slammed the door.

Hanbin

„If you would stop doing this I wouldn’t have to worry about you!“, he said as the two of you got out of the car in front of your apartment. „Stop doing what?“, you said before opening the front door and storming inside. „Going out, getting drunk and needing me to pick you up!“, he said, clearly angry. But not as angry as you were, you couldn’t believe what he made up. „Getting drunk? Needing you to pick me up? Okay Hanbin, listen. First, I drank 2 beers, I‘m not drunk. Second, I never told you that I needed you to pick me up.“, you said as you walked upstairs. He followed you into your bedroom. „I wanted to because I want to protect you!“, he said as he sat down on the bed as you got some joggers out of the wardrobe. „Hanbin, I don’t need anyone to protect me! I am a grown woman! I can take care of my self, dear god!“, you said as you walked off into the bathroom to change, but more importantly, escape this situation. You weren’t in the mood to have an argument, you just wanted to sleep so you went straight into bed when you left the bathroom. Hanbin wasn’t there anymore, you could hear him walking around downstairs, mumbling stuff under his breath as you drifted off into your clearly needed sleep.

Donghyuk

„Why do you even wear heels when all you do is complain about them?“, your boyfriend said as the two of you walked down the street after you had an amazing dinner together. Your walk home was quite long so you told him that your feet started to hurt, as you don’t usually wear heels. You hated them but decided that today you would like to get into a nice dress and heels for your boyfriend. But after that comment you thought that it might have been the wrong choice. He didn’t seem to care at all that you went through this for him, since he once mentioned that he would love to see you in a dress and heels sometime. You let go off his hand that you were holding and stopped. You bent down and took the heels off as he turned around and looked down at you. „I wore them just for you but since you don’t even care I guess I don’t have to do this to me any longer.“, you said as you held the heels in your hand and walked off towards your apartment without saying a thing, barefoot. „Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that..“, he said as he walked after you but you didn’t react and didn’t talk to him for the rest of the walk. When you arrived home you went straight into the bedroom while he was getting a drink downstairs. You grabbed his pillow and blanket and carried it downstairs, throwing it on the sofa, not saying a thing as he watched you. He didn’t say anything as you walked back upstairs since he knew that he made a mistake, dropping that comment.

Song

„Maybe I should just take over from here?“, he said, waiting for you to step aside. You spent the last 3 hours of the day, trying to cook his favourite meal. You went to the shops and got everything, read the receipt a hundred times and started to cook. You wanted to be finished when he came home from work, but he came home early today so he walked in on you being absolutely overwhelmed on the stove. You wanted to surprise him but he didn’t seem to appreciate it in any way. No, he wanted to take over, probably scared of you messing it up. You almost aggressively handed him the wooden spoon before leaving the kitchen, not saying a word. „Jagi...“, he said as he realised he said the wrong thing. „Leave it. I don’t want to hear it right now.“, you said and walked upstairs into your bedroom, locking the door.

Chan

„Yea, I just really need to finish this.“, he said, his eyes glued to the screen in front of him. You just came home from work, happy to finally spend some time with your boyfriend since it‘s his day off. But he seemed to have other plans. You just nodded disappointed and left his room, walking into the kitchen and calling your best friend. You told her about the situation and she immediately invited you for a girls night out. In no time you got ready and picked up by her to go to your favourite restaurant. About an hour later you felt your phone vibrate while you were enjoying your dessert.

Chan: Hey love, why did you leave? Where are you?

Y/N: You were busy...

Chan: I‘m sorry, Y/N. Please come home.

Y/N: Sorry, I‘m busy rn.

Chan: I‘m so sorry, please take care. I‘ll make it up to you, I promise.

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Daring Do and the Adventure of the X'ibian Vase : MLP Fan Fiction : Part 6 of 21

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Daring Do

and the Adventure of the X'ibian Vase!

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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Carmen Pondiego

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Daring Do, being a pegasus, really had little magic. It was all small and strictly practical. Truth testing, safe grip that allowed the picking up of cracked or damaged things without losing any parts or causing further damage, fast read (handy but you had to know the language fairly well first) and a few other spells of that sort. They were all Non Equine Magic learned from the Non Equine University.

Truth testing was simple and unobtrusive. First, it showed her that what they saw was real. She could have sworn it was staged for effect!

“I am Captain Getsthere, of the Sea Sage. Ship’s a bit obsolete, mixed sail and steam paddle wheeler. She is sound, though, and will get you there. I hear that you want to get to the Chineignese Empire. Main port at Singapone and then up the Dunn See river to Cantrot.”

The Guardian said quietly, “Not to cast a doubt on your honorable self but all the docks are occupied by ships with Lading Deposits. None are loading, however.”

Captain Getsthere smiled, showing yellowed teeth, some with gold or silver crowns. “Legal trick there, Honorable One. If we have cargo to load and a paid Lading Deposit, the Harbor Master HAS to move a vessel that is not loading out to the roadstead and let us have the dock space.”

Daring Do invited Captain Getsthere to sit and said, “Order what you wish. We have the Lading Deposit in Gold and the cargo is in Dock Warehouse #4. So, you can get us to Singapone? What about river barge connections to Cantrot?”

The Captain was briefly busy with the waiter and then replied, “Sea Sage is shallow enough draft that we’ve been up to Cantrot six times. At low water, too. Make that whole run for you without transshipping once.”

Truth testing passed him completely, to Daring Do’s amazement. She saw Cy nodding approval. She reached into her saddlebag and pulled out the bag of gold that was the deposit for the previous vessel.

Captain Getsthere carefully counted it out. He shoved back a substantial sum. “Sea Sage’s Lading Deposit is well known. Won’t overcharge you first thing.”

Daring Do considered carefully. “Make us a proper receipt. Make us another for any refits that you think good. We want the ship under us to be as sound as possible.”

At that he nodded acceptance. “I can do that. Got a list, in fact. Was going to use the deposit money to get it.”

He left to make arrangements with the Harbor Master and order his refitting supplies from the chandlers.

The group of them were sitting outside, watching the gulls fly and the coming and going of smaller boats. The docks were full of idle ships. Most of them had the wisp of smoke at the stack that indicated operational steam up. That was required by the Royal Maritime Commission. It let docks be cleared quickly for emergencies, a precaution that had paid off handsomely in the past.

“Look!” Cy exclaimed. “They are bringing up a tug to Dock and Warehouse 4!”

The Guardian said softly, “The Rising Whale does not have steam up as required. They are pulling her out. Her captain is protesting. From the looks of the longshore ponies with axes to cut the hawser lines it will be a useless protest.”

He was right. The captain had to get a gig to catch up to his idle ship, being towed out to the roadstead.

The Sea Sage was in place and ready to load in only a half hour or so. Maneuvering a ship, even a smaller one, near a dock is tricky business and has to be done with care.

Their supplies were being loaded and the Sea Sage was taking on coal while they watched. Daring Do called on her Magic Net mirror. Looking up, she explained, “We will have three others from the Royal University joining us in a short time. I sent them ahead and told them where to wait. They are all experts in conservation and collection of delicate artifacts.”

Sure enough the three came trotting up in a little while. One, a pale mauve pony, introduced himself, “I am Senior Graduate Student Horace. These others are Jeremy, the orange guy there, and the big white mare is Soree Bea Shann. She is a Saddle Arabian exchange student.

“I don’t know why they are along. Jeremy barely made the cut for the program and HER? Her folks back in the desert are RICH. Her only qualification.”

The two were about to protest when Daring Do cut in, “THEY are along because I personally sent for them. YOU muscled your way onto the team without my consent. I am most curious as to WHY?”

Cy simply pounced. She used a right foreleg thrust to the side of Horace’s neck. He was not only knocked down, he was driven over a meter from where he had been standing a fraction of a second ago. Cy was sitting on his neck to keep him down while she explained, “Horace, here, is in ROT’s pay. He was smart enough to demand gold up front and no written contract.

“His job is to report your expedition’s progress and the exact location of the tomb. ROT will then swoop in and steal anything of value. If a few ponies have to die, including you, Doctor Do, no big deal, as he sees it. He will have money and perhaps fame.��

Daring Do considered for a moment. “How can you know these things? I have noticed other times that you knew what you really had no way of knowing.”

Going perfectly serious, Cy replied, “That is a matter of ERIS Supreme security, Doctor. The Guardian knows. In a private setting, he may tell you what he deems fit.”

With a pluck of her sleeve, the Guardian led her inside the Rusty Barnacle. Looking about to be sure of not being overheard, he told her, “You have seen her eye and mane. More was changed in her inheritance after the Mage Weapon Blast of two generations past than only her body. The Watcher of the Most Exalted One can read minds. More it is unwise to say.”

Daring Do, thinking back saw answers to many things. “Her precise combat moves. She knows were the enemy is without looking. The trick with the sewers and fire fighting mains. She was near enough to somepony who knew it! I am glad that she is a Watcher for Eris. So many try to harm her.”

They went back out where Cy was passing time by lightly popping Horace’s head against the ground. She looked up brightly as Daring Do approached. “Can I? Please? We know everything that he is aware of about the plot. I would love to kill him!”

The eager puppy look to her single eye left no doubt about Cy’s sincerity. Daring Do hated to disappoint her. “I am afraid not, Cy. I do believe you. One test, though. How was he to communicate with ROT?”

“Empty his left saddle bag. There is a hidden flap on the inside. Lifting it will reveal the pocket holding a World Wide Magic Net mirror. A small one but with plenty of reach. We at ERIS cracked that algorithm about two years ago. That type of mirror was still in development when we got it.”

Horace sort of gave up. “Those are supposed to be totally private. You heard my signals when I called them to say we were going to the ship.”

Cy looked down at him. “Something of that sort. I waited to be sure that I had what you knew before I moved, that is all.”

Slumped even flatter, Horace asked, “Since I am not going along, can’t you just let me go? I can’t hurt you now.”

Serenely digging out the mirror, Cy poked some codes. “Hello, are you Mister Robber or Mister Overthrow? Oh, you are Mister Tyrrany! I am Cyrene Clopes. I work for ERIS, Inc. I just wanted you to know that we have taken your spy for Doctor Do’s expedition.

“What? No. We are letting him go for now. The Royal Road Police will be handling the charge of Criminal Taking of Royal Funds. We thought that since you are a law firm and have him on retainer, that you would likely want to defend him in the courts.

“This was purely a courtesy call, you understand. Good bye.” She closed the mirror and handed it back to Horace.

“Do be so good as to pack your things and leave, young pony. We really don’t want you along.”

As Daring Do watched Horace go, she had a pang of conscience. She turned to Cy and said softly, “They will kill him, won��t they?”

Cy smiled calmly, watching gulls wheel overhead. “Almost certainly, Doctor Do. I might have handled things differently if this was the only bad thing that he has done. It is not. He has cheated and trampled others for most of his life.”

Soon they were all picking staterooms aboard the Sea Sage. They all rushed up to the deck to wave good bye to Cy, staying behind on the dock as the ship was towed free and the huge, nearly antique paddles began to churn the harbor’s water. Her big whistle let loose a piercing scream and crewponies worked to unfurl the sails.

Heeling gracefully, the Sea Sage rounded the breakwater and swept out onto the swells of the open sea.

Soree, the Saddle Arabian, who had never been to sea before, was happily trotting all over, looking at all of the wonderful new sights! She drew in deep breaths of the amazing salt air, the scent of smoke and lubricants from the massive two cylinder walking beam engine and the pitch on the rigging ropes.

Poor orange Jeremy was hanging his head over the rail and wishing that his heaving tummy would stop. It was emptied long ago!

Daring Do and the Guardian had a low table set up on the poop deck and were happily playing Mah Jongg, to the rattle of dice and the clacking of tiles.

Daring Do felt a deep contentment. She was on the way; another expedition to find the unknown and learn the secrets of the ancient past.

The weather, which at sea, was native and wild, untamed by Cloudsdale or any other such authority, held fine. Jeremy got over his sea-sickness. Both he and Soree began to learn the ins and outs of Mah Jongg. It is an excellent four hoof game.

The weather did not prove to be a problem. The pirates, on the other hoof …

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100 q tag

no one wud read it but ima do it anyways cos fun tag by @dubblebubble

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? more cereal than milk cos i love tht crunchy crunch

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? LOVE

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? receipts, pen lol

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? coffee=basic latte/hot tea, no sugar

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? sometimes, not too often tho

6: do you keep plants? no but i want to but ill be terrible at it so no

7: do you name your plants?

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? digital art

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? yes very it keeps me sane

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? side/back, back esp nowadays

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? lots lol

12: what’s your favorite planet? earth? hahahah it used to be jupiter cos i loved sailor jupiter as a child

13: what’s something that made you smile today? friend + nct + fics

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? two separate bedrooms, a balcony, good amount of plants, separate fridge for alcohol, sizeable kitchen

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! it rains diamonds in jupiter and saturn $$$$

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? bolognese hahahaha im boring

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? i just dyed my hair a darker ash brown n i quite like it ive been light for awhile

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. one came 2 mind cos we both recently talked ab it, a longtime close friend of mine n i used to have the biggest fight where he threw me a pair of scissors n i threw him a basketball in retaliation lmfaooo it still became a running joke more than a decade later...

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? not really...prolly shud

20: what’s your favorite eye color? i actually like brown hahah, maybe a slightly lighter shade of brown

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. it was a gift from my parents, a simple small messenger bag with a lot of slots, brought it with me literally everywhere, during my hookups, my night outs, been stained with questionable things (its been cleaned lol!).... almost lost it in a club only to be found by a friend... it has foundation stains tho lol

22: are you a morning person? n o

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? sleep, listen to music, watch stuff, not reply to messages

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? no

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? nothing rly comes to mind but im p sure ive been somewhere like tht lol

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? LOL my adidas superstars

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? ermm the red colored ones?

28: sunrise or sunset? hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm very good question

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? hmm what comes to mind is the way both of us sometimes exchange goodnight msgs w nct farm emojis heheeh

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? lol ofc....

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. unfortunately im rly basic on socks, u wud most likely find me wearing black ankle socks or black ballet(?) socks nothing more nothing less.......

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. a lot has happened usually during that time lol. duno which story to pick honestly hahahah. i think a memorable one might be when we were drinking n played games and we talked and talked and joked n nek min one by one we fell asleep in the same room hahah... im sure there are other stories tht might be more eventful but fr the life of me my memorys fuzzy rn lol

33: what’s your fave pastry? i love strawberry shortcakes! or mille crepes

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? i kept a LOT hahah. prolly named a few, but nothing was too special. i think it rly reflected how i managed my relationships then, n evn yrs aftwds, like i ws always lonely n my instincts were to gain quantity cos deep down i cudnt trust ppl n cudnt get too committed lololol

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? i wish i was cos sometimes ppl wud make pretty colorful notes, but i usually just buy ones tht i wud use cos practicality.

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? mmmmm is it cheating if i say nct cos they cover a range of genres lmao. but their ballads i guess yeah.

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? i mean i prefer to keep it clean, but its always really messy HAHAHA ;_;

38: tell us about your pet peeves! 1. someone rude 2. someone who doesnt know how to respect others’ boundaries 3. someone self-entitled n takes themselves 2 seriously

39: what color do you wear the most? black on black on black on black baby

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? an evangelion ring, its the black (lilith) moon with lcl gem in it, to me i guess symbolizes my struggle with human relations, n how eva as an anime illustrated tht n the fantasy of having everyone’s consciousness merged into one--n the fact that lilith in itself (in astrology) signifies the darker side of a human being? i guess n the fact that evn if u acknowledge ur darker side u cud still use it to further urself

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? hmmmm i guess last was a self help book, unfuck your boundaries, helped me support my need to strengthen my boundaries

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! little rogue :) its in a small alleyway, a little quaint shop, easy to miss... small potted plants, with an amaaazing matcha latte

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? siiigh a guy i was involved with lmfao i cut him off tho

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? hmmmmm good question i guess lately ive been very thankful tht i could feel comfortable taking my own time and space, n accepting the positive energy others wn give 2 me. being single really, really does help evn tho id feel lonely sometimes, bc the only weight i carry is the weight of my own soul n i wn learn how to nourish that

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? very i think

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. i have a lot HAHAHA if u were a friend of mine ud prolly get tired of them. a genuinely bad one wud be haha youre so punny lmfao

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? nothing rly lmao if theyre healthy n someone derives happiness frm it i wudnt want it to be banned

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? probably not lol, i mean i think i retained similar fears since i ws a kid but now obviously my biggest fear(s) would be more...specific to me

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? its the digital age baby spotify ftw (in all srsness i wish i collected vinyls tho hh)

50: what’s an odd thing you collect? i used to collect ramune bottles lmaoooo

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? hmmmm nah lets not do this right now lol

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? LOL too many but i love shitpost quality memes tbh

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? pulp fiction. i actually loved it, i think i still do, its entertainment value is kickass, havent taken the time to dissect it in any other way

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? oh man i think it ws the dude i ws seeing lmao fk him

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? a lot, n most of them im not proud of, cos some involves self harm

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? kindness n genuineness, someone’s courage in being vulnerable

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? dont feel like it rn but everytime i do 10/10 will dramatically reenact the lyrics right to the guitar riffs

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? im definitely the wine (aunt) lmfaooo im already one tbh

59: what’s your favorite myth? Eros + Psyche, Icarus and the sun

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? i love poetry hahah...cant think of any rn

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? id love any gift given 2 me as long as they wont harm me or anything lmao n i dont think ive evr given anything too stupid. well.. idk if this is stupid tho like i sent flowers thanking my ex for ‘helping me live’ well aft we’ve blocked each other off cos the end to the relo was js daaamn toxic lmao

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? nope

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? music i do spotify n im pretty particular ab organizing my playlists i guess. my books im alright with as long as theyre just stacked properly no problem

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? prolly rly dark blue cos its 12 am

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? a lot tbh cos ive rly been focusing on stuff internally

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? daisies, sunflowers, n baby breath here n there

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? somber i guess maybe a tad bit nostalgic?

68: what’s winter like where you live? heeella cold not cos of the temperature itself but the winds thooo, if it drizzles evn in the slightest it feels like needles piercing through ur bones literally

69: what are your favorite board games? i like the game of life, ummm cards against humanity?

70: have you ever used a ouija board? no n never will lol

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? the fruity kinds

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? yea def lol

73: what are some of your worst habits? disappearing from people when i feel strong emotions

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. they’re small but they’re so full of love, full of life, full of strength, and full of care for others, they’re the type of person who will seek their goals till the end despite obstacles and still be able to not lose their warm heart on the way. they put so much thought and care to every aspect of their life even when in the past they have been handed some bad things, and i adore them for that.

75: tell us about your pets! none :( wish i have a cat though

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? hahahhaah

77: pink or yellow lemonade? pink!

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? neither sometimes i think theyre weird sometimes cute sometimes weirdly cute lmao

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? write up 24 things they love about me to stop me from hating myself

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? white. no but if i had to id say white anyways lol cos its a blank canvas

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. i dunno uhhhh her rounded eyes which seemed to at first glance, harbor plenty of wonder seemed to be weighted by many untold secrets, the traces of which could be found when she erupts into laughter where the wonder would manifest itself in the form of small stars in the dark of her eyes.

82: are/were you good in school? meh. i try

83: what’s some of your favorite album art? weirdly i like cigarette after sex’s one cos its so simple yet telling

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? planning on getting an evangelion one, another heart one, a sunflower one, and prolly a ghibli related one

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? manga? naruto 4evr LOL

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? hmmm thinkin of dpr live’s IAOT

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? lord of the rings, harry potter, one of ghibli movies lol

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? i think impressionism is very cool evn tho i dont do it myself

89: are you close to your parents? eeeeee

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. Melbourne is a wonderful city where many things could coexist in one--happiness and sadness, camaraderie and loneliness, hot and cold, quiet and full of life, productive and relaxed, bursting with unfocused energy yet incredibly organized, and for many reasons it’s become one of my favorite cities, and definitely my favorite to live in.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? no plans tbh lol maybe home?.......japan? heheheh nahhh

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? it depends lol mostly i guess drowns my pasta in cheese

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? i always wear it down, either straight or wavy

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? a friend of mine

95: what are your plans for this weekend? stay in most likely, do stuff

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? 100% procrastinate lmaoooo

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? ISTG, jkjk INFP, leo sun aquarius moon cancer rising, ravenclaw

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? im alws meh ab hiking tbh lmao

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Long Slow Distance - NCT 127, Four - Sleeping At Last, idontwannabeyouanymore - Billie Eilish, Stop This Train - John Mayer, Digital Lover - Crush

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? 5 years into the past so she’d stop focusing her life around anybody else but herself

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The Best ‘Bachelor In Paradise’ Finale Recap You’ll Ever Read: The Last Day Of Amanda’s Childless Vacation

Well fam, we did it. We made it to the finale of and all it took was one sex ed class from Chris Harrison, a crudely mishandled sexual assault allegation, the downfall of Dean, and more scallop jokes than were really necessary. BUT WE FUCKING DID IT. I feel like I’ve aged 20 years in the process and my liver has definitely taken a hit here, but I guess I’ll do anything for cause to watch reality TV rejects fornicate on a Mexican beach, even if it jeopardizes my health and wellness. It’s important to know yourself.

Side note: I have now convinced my roommate—and her German friends from out of town staying with us this week—to watch this show. I’m really making strides with US-German relations here. Just call me a fucking ambassador.

Anyway, the episode starts with Chris Harrison emulating my mother when she inquires about my love life at massive family gatherings asking the remaining cast members to define their relationships. He’s really taking his responsibility as host to the next fucking level.

^^Actual footage of Chris Harrison in Paradise rn

Dean looks legitimately terrified at the thought of marriage even though barely three months ago he was going to PROPOSE to Rachel. Whatever.

Lol I love how Chris just dips after dropping this truth bomb. Like, if you want to stay in Mexico and have semi-decent accommodations with free WiFi and actual walls for your room then you’ll need to 100 percent commit to this person you’ve been dry-humping all summer. Can’t wait to watch these people implode under that kind of pressure.

So let me get this straight. Basically their choices are: go on a date to figure out what they are, leave as a couple, or get engaged? That’s what you’re telling me rn? ABC, have you SEEN the men you forced these dime pieces to socialize with? Have you?!

Jesus Christ. I rest my fucking case.

Lacey is the first one on the chopping block to be vulnerable. She asks Daniel if he’ll go on this date with her so they can continue to see where this blight upon humanity relationship goes. I’m watching this whole interaction and all I can think is, Daniel has all the makings of someone that should be attractive but yet instead makes me want to rip my fingernails off and claw my eyes out with the bloody stumps. Ya know?

LACEY: I’m really, really, REALLY desperate enjoying my time with you. Will you go on this date with me?

DANIEL: I’m not done with you yet. You still haven’t seen the fireworks in my pants.

ME:

Jack Stone goes next. He pulls Christen aside and asks her to be his girlfriend because apparently this is the eighth fucking grade. Seriously though, am I watching or an episode of ? It’s honestly hard to tell.

JACK STONE: I want to leave Mexico holding hands with you.

CHRISTEN: lol

Wow this conversation is not going well at all. Jack Stone keeps bringing up the hand holding thing and Christen looks genuinely alarmed that he thinks he can even breathe the same air as her once they get back to the States.

“Does he think we have a love story?” — Christen for the fucking win right here.

*slow claps* That’s it, I’m team #ScallopFingers forever. Honestly, I’ve never been more proud of a virgin who can’t drive.

My German friend after sitting through barely 15 minutes of this show: I thought there’d be more nudity.

Honestly, you’re not wrong. Same.

Adam and Raven decide to also go on the date. Adam looks shook that anyone would want to sleep with him. Aw, Adam, give yourself some more credit! All Raven’s got to compare you to is Nick!

It’s Dean and D-Lo’s turn to DTR and I don’t know if emotionally I can handle watching these two life ruiners ride off into the fucking sunset for a happy ending. I just don’t know if I can stomach it—WAIT. Did he just dump D-Lo?? FOR KRISTINA??

I. AM. SHOOK.

Dean keeps talking about how he fucked up and he misses Kristina and all I can think is:

Side note: Does Danielle L have butterflies tattooed on her the backs of her ankles? She does, right? And it’s all starting to make sense now.

Last but certainly least, we have Amanda and Robby, a couple I do not give one single shit about. They have their talk and Amanda completely breaks down at the thought of having to spend the rest of her life with Robby and his Instagram followers. And, like, same girl. That sounds terrifying.

ROBBY: I just don’t understand. Why would you do this?

AMANDA: Honestly, this was just a paid vacation away from my kids. Don’t push it.

THE FANTASY SUITE DATE

The three remaining couples sit down with Chris Harrison and are told that this isn’t just any date they’ll be going on, but a fantasy suite date. So no more dressing in drag or hot tamale eating contests, the cast members will actually have to, like, connect with one another tonight. Wow. This show is wild.

Everyone pretends to be shocked by this news but, like, let’s not pretend that y’all haven’t been screwing on sand dunes all summer long. Please.

Lacey professes her love for Daniel and he’s like, “yes let’s make this Facebook official.” And they say romance is dead. Tbh this is the first time I haven’t been completely disturbed by Daniel’s presence. You’ve really changed him, Lacey.

Next we get to see Derek and Taylor’s date even though I completely forgot that these two were on the show. They’re really making lasting impressions here. Taylor says something about needing to emotionally and spiritually connect with Derek bang him before they can pursue something more serious.

GERMAN FRIEND: Did I get the language right? Did she just say if the sex is good they can officially date?

Yes, yes you did.

Adam and Raven have their date and Adam pops the fantasy suite question. You can literally see Nick and his sexless turtleneck flash before Raven’s eyes. She’s v nervous about saying yes to the fantasy suite because she can’t fake an orgasm be vulnerable one more time.

AFTER THE FINAL TEQUILA SHOT ROSE

Okay this segue from Raven and Adam’s date to the tell-all portion is really throwing me off. I’m feeling v confused rn. Did Raven sleep with Adam? Why is this a cliff hanger? Who is responsible for cutting the footage of this episode?? ANSWER ME, ABC.

Of course the sexual assault scandal is STILL being talked about. Like we get it, ABC. You don’t want us to morally blame you for ruining two people’s lives for TV ratings. Your message is loud and clear.

Chris brings out DeMario and Corinne for the world’s most awkward reunion.

CHRIS HARRISON: So where do you go from here?

DEMARIO: Well I’m going to therapy.

CORINNE: I am also in therapy.

Thanks, ABC! I feel SO much better about these two now!! It’s good to know they’re doing so well!

Tbh I could give a shit about the rest of these losers but this whole Kristina-Dean-DLo thing?

They put Dean in the “hot seat” and he looks low-key terrified. Like he knows that every woman in the audience wants to castrate him rn. Side note: can Chris Harrison put other people’s exes in the hot seat? Asking for a friend…

They show the whole Kristina-Dean-DLo love triangle footage and it’s still super hard to watch. Hard to watch in the sense that if I continue to watching it I cannot be held responsible for my actions. Just saying.

DEAN: *sobs watching the montage*

GERMAN FRIEND: He is an actor, yes?

YES.

Kristina keeps talking about how she will always love Dean and blah, blah, blah. She will 100 percent still bang him after this.

Dean gives a very heartfelt speech about how he still loves Kristina. He’s tearing up, I’m tearing up. The more wine I chug, the more I’m willing to forgive Dean and give him another chance. Kristina is one lucky bitch. Dean is reformed. Dean is beautiful. Dean is perfect, no man will ever measure up to how amazingly Dean has proven himself toda—WAIT. Danielle L says the FIRST interesting thing she has ever said on this show when she calls out Dean for calling her an hour after leaving the show. One. Fucking. Hour. AND HE’S STILL TRYING TO GET WITH KRISTINA.

That’s it. You’re done. Cancelled. See you in hell, Deanie Babies.

And because ABC likes to waste my time, they also bring out Robby and Amanda. They were supposedly dating outside of the show for Instagram likes but broke up because they “wanted different things.” Like, Robby wanted to respond to thots’ comments on Instagram and Amanda wanted to have a father figure free babysitter for her kids.

Meanwhile Satan’s spawn the twins are desperately trying to stay relevant by butting in every three fucking seconds into Amanda’s breakup story. Robby apparently cheated on Amanda after the show and we know this because the twins kept the receipts and are ready to blow up his spot on national television. The twins are like that friend who will key your ex’s car even though you’re the one that got cheated on, not them.

Wait. The twins are me. I am the twins.

Now we get to move on to the actual couples. Daniel and Lacey did not make it past the fantasy suites. Apparently Daniel couldn’t pretend to like Lacey for more than five seconds after hooking up. In other news, the sky is blue.

CHRIS HARRISON: Why would you say you loved Lacey if you didn’t mean it?

DANIEL: *looks at Lacey* I said I loved you? When?

And just like that, I’m repulsed again. Goddamnit, Daniel.

So I guess Raven and Adam slept together? She looks like she actually had an orgasm too. Good for you, girl. I guess all it takes to find true love is a boob job an open mind and an open heart.

Derek and Taylor prove that they are the strongest couple on this show. Derek. And Taylor. Let that sink in for a minute, k?

Whatever. I guess Derek has a big enough dick connected with her on a deeper level in that fantasy suite because they’re still in love and making it work long distance.

Taylor keeps talking about how “naked” and “vulnerable” Derek was that night and I 100 percent believe Taylor has a crying fetish. She clearly gets off on the tears of her lovers. Don’t try and tell me different.

The season ends with Derek proposing to Taylor. It’s all very staged sweet but honestly all I can think is “I really hope a twin comes out and says she slept with him.” Where’s a twin when you need one.