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dragongirl642 · 3 years ago

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If you are taking requests may I request some Heisenberg with a mute SO (maybe from an injury? Or trauma?) who, initially when they first met he thought they were too afraid of him to speak to him but eventually realised that no, they just CANT speak. Maybe they communicate through sign language instead?

Hi there 😎 To confirm, asks are open for head canons and mashups.

Thank you for the ask, I am thriving of this Heisenberg fix 😘

Discalimer: I am not mute and have never written a mute character before, I apologise for any inconsistencies or stereotypes that arise.

Here are some sfw headcanons for Heisenberg with a mute S/o (including their first meeting).

How he reacts to a first meeting depends on the situation.

If he meets you while doing his job as a Lord, e.g., kidnapping, after the lycan attack, or catching you somewhere you shouldn't be:

Heisenberg isn't surprised when you don't say anything upon meeting him. He knows the effect an unknown man wielding a giant hammer and levitating metal has on an unsuspecting person and can't help but grin at your shocked gasp and wide eyes.

However, he does want a reaction. You know how he just casually stands there and waits for a reaction from Ethan? That.

So he starts to get annoyed when you don't say anything.

No pleas for freedom? Sarcastic comebacks? Witty banter? This man thrives off of whatever communication he can get from anyone who isn't part of his 'family', so he gets angsty.

He will amp up the dramatics for a reaction - think flinging metal past you or holding shards to your neck with his abilities, "Well, are you not going to say anything?" "Cat got your tongue?"

But when you gesture frantically to your throat and mouth and sign at him, he freezes.

At the moment, using his voice is one of the only ways he can actually rebel against his 'family', so he immediately feels pity for you.

Depending on his mood, and whether any of the other Lords or Miranda has a spy nearby, he may shoo you away/point to an exit. But most likely he will either kidnap you to his factory, telling himself that he'll let you go later, or take you to the others anyway.

If he meets you before the incident, while taking one of his coveted jaunts to pub or walk through woods:

Just like in the other situation, he craves communication and reactions.

He is momentarily shocked when you reveal that you can't verbally communicate with him, but then tries to immediately show-off the little Romanian sign language he knows. (During his initial kidnapping and experimentation by Mother Miranda, he met and learned a few phrases from one of the other children and a maid). However, he quickly realises that it's not enough to have a full conversation; also, you might/probably sign in a different language/non-compatible variant (BSL, Auslan, ASL, SSl, etc...).

If you respond with enthusiasm to his attempts, he will be encouraged to seek out other means of holding a conversation, writing on a napkin, playing yes-or-no, and charades.

Will make a lot of jokes and innuendos about a common language that doesn't require talking. (Wink wink 😉😱 if you know what I mean)

He's surprised by how much fun he has talking to you and playing yes-no/charades. He doesn't want to leave but he will.

Will most likely hint that you should leave the area, believing you'll be safer away form the village. (Anyone would be).

Whilst in a relationship

As mentioned before, Heisenberg is very insecure and requires reassurance from his s/o that they want to stay with him. Establishing communication with his s/o is of paramount importance.

All the paper he owns always ends up oil-stained, ripped, or charred, but he somehow immediately finds a clean notepad and gifts it to you with a gilded quill. He may forget to provide ink at first, but he soon realises.

Alao, if you're used to modern conveniences, you may have to deal with a quill for awhile - Pens, what pens, all of his are chewed to oblivion and empty, same for his pencils, chewed and shattered. He searches for three hours across the whole factory before he realises he doesn't have a single working pen left and will go out to find more (or buy some of the duke).

He learns the sign language you use. Even though he's a fast learner, It's a slow process since the only material he has to learn with is a few scraps of paper from an outdated sign book, in the wrong language, and you.

When signing, his accent is a bit lazy (especially if he's working) and, if you teach him, he uses a lot of slang, for speed. Basically the signed equivalent of a stereotypical movie cowboy drawl.

Although he's adverse to physical affection anyway, especially at the start of the relationship, he gradually gets more needy with hand-holding and kisses.

Everytime you squeeze his hand in response to a question/statement, he raises your hand and kisses the palm. It makes conversations ten times as long but he won't stop no matter what.

Kisses your neck...a lot!

Definitely knows morse code. Builds a receiver set so you can message him anywhere in the factory. If you know it too, he's happy to respond to you tapping messages, and sometimes making cheeky jokes and innuendos from around a corner where you cant see him. If you don't, he'll teach you.

Also, morse code arguments...that almost always end in laughter if one of you taps out "don't yell at me".

Will try and build an arm-mounted typewriter for you...It doesn't go well.

One day when he's tinkering around making more headgear for a hauler he has an idea and excitedly rushes to find you. Just like how the headgear simulates brain activity, he offers to try and build a neural implant that will transmit your thoughts to a speaker.

He will mope around/sulk if you reject him, and start building it in secret. If you give in to his puppy eyes and agree he will throw himself into building it, but once he realises how intrusive/dangerous it will be for you, he stops and congratulates himself on keeping you safe (even though it was his idea in the first place).

If you're mute due to an injury, he will sometimes entertain the thought of building mechanical vocal chords.

If you're a selective mute, due to trauma, the first time he hears you speak (if you do), he starts crying. Definitely recorded you for playback later.

I think he is the Lord most likely to use the fact that you're mute against you in an argument. Either as an insult, or to gain the upper hand by tearing away whatever you're using for communication to silence you, e.g., taking away your paper, pinning your hands to the wall so you cant sign, etc...

He always regrets it though, and will try to apologise by being extra accommodating and making you gifts.

If he is in a tantrum, after coming back from a 'family' meeting, and there is metal flying everywhere, It will be even harder to get his attention than normal.

The first time this happened, he didn't realise you were there until a shard of metal sliced open your arm and you fell into some boxes stacked in the corner. Thr clatter, your tears, and the pained sound you made, brought him back to the moment and sent him straight into panic mode, he fussed over you for five hours with tears in his eyes; patching your arm, worrying over blood loss, holding your hand and refusing to let go.

He made a loud jangly bracelet or belt covered in bells and asked you to wear them. It took a while of steady convincing for him to realise this is going overboard.

However, despite your refusal, he knows the factory is a dangerous place and is terrified that you may one day be in danger and he wouldn't realise. (Even more so that he will be the one to hurt you).

He finds an airhorn, and also makes a panic button that will set off the factory's alarms, for you. Should you ever find yourself in danger, e.g., cornered by a lycan or soldat, there's an intruder, or you need to snap him out of an episode, you can just blow the horn/start the alarms and he'll come running.

He will sulk until you accept the panic button and try and hide it in your clothes, either with his powers or through 'surprise hugs' (which is instantly suspicious, because he's not the one to initiate hugs most of the time).

(I feel like he would make a panic button for a non-mute s/o too. Losing you is this man's biggest fear).

Whew...all done. 😅 Thank you again for the ask, it was eye-opening researching different types of sign language.

#re8 #re8 village #re8 headcanons #re headcanons #resident evil 8 #resident evil heisenberg #karl heisenberg x mute reader #re8 karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x you

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mssuccbuss · 3 years ago

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A date with Nanami Kento

JJK Nanami x my black OC Ryan (y/n if you want to put yourself in her shoes, be my guest)

warnings: none

Self Headcanon : Boyfriend Kento with a biracial black woman

Word count: 1000 (I got carried away <_<)

The first meeting

Nanami Kento and Yaga Ryan met of course at the Tokyo Jujustu Highschool while they both were working. As Ryan was never allowed to mingle with the faculty or students and kept normally at her father’s side, the day Kento spotted Ryan hurrying down the hall with a stack of papers. Just like some rom com, he watched one of her papers fly down the hallway and being the kind of man that he was, he went over to pick it up. Just as he was bent over to grasp the piece of paper, Ryan was nowhere to be found.

Kento read the paper to see if it was important enough to track her down and to his falter, it was an inventory list of cursed objects that the school was responsible for. He let out a few swears as he made it a mission to find this woman. He even asked Saturo, which was both a mistake and actually help.

“The browned skinned girl with a bob? Oooooh you mean Ryan!” Saturo gasped Kento’s questioning. “You’re never going to see her again, hell you’re lucky to see her once.”

“Is this a joke? She is missing the inventory paperwork; I need to give it to her.” Kento rubbed one side of his temples as he spoke.

“No, I mean...Yaga doesn’t let his precious daughter out. Panda yeah, but Ryan, hell no. She works mostly behind the scenes. Just seeing her is like being able to touch me.” Saturo waved the situation off.

“Wait he has a daughter...” Even through the glasses you could clearly see Kento’s eyes widen.

Truthfully Kento could of just gave the paper to Saturo and be done with this whole side quest. But Ryan...other than the paper he was intrigued by appearance and her backstory.

It was becoming the end of the day and everyone was going home. Kento went back inside to walk the halls and just as he turned a corner, he saw a glimpse of Ryan and before she could go through whatever door, he called out to her “Ryan!?” It was both a question and a statement.

Ryan turned her head as she never heard her name being called, especially at this place. She stopped and walked her back to Kento. “How do you know my name?”

“Gojo, but never mind that. You dropped this.” He presented her the paper and he saw Ryan eyes shine a bright orange or he could have sworn.

“O M G, I was looking for that. Dad was going to be so angry.” Ryan happily took the paper and then extended her hand. “I am Yaga Ryan and you are Nanami Kento, correct? Sorry, its not creepy I swear, I just know everyone who studies here, works here and all the jujustu sorcerers”

And with that Kento shook her hand and they started talking on a normal basic. Ryan even told Kento what her daily schedule would be like so they could easily find each other.

The first date

It took Kento awhile to finally ask out Ryan and it wasn’t because he was scared of her father, not at all. It was honestly because he was doubting himself and if Ryan would even go out with him.

But as soon he did it Ryan was taken back, blushing a deep pink. “You want to take me out? She asked as he handed her favorite snack, accepting it.

“Yeah? This Saturday...we can go have dinner together, get some drinks if you like. Nothing too much.”

Saturday came quickly. Ryan outfit : https://www.gotceleb.com/wp-content/uploads/photos/normani-kordei/boohoo-hosts-the-zendaya-edit-block-party-in-la/Normani-Kordei:-Boohoo-Hosts-The-Zendaya-Edit-Block-Party--04.jpg Kento outfit: https://s1.zerochan.net/Nanami.Kento.600.3188938.jpg Nanami Kento, whew. He came to pick up Ryan in a rental. To his surprise Ryan lived at an apartment complex and not with Masamichi or Panda. Once he saw her come down the steps in that outfit, his eyes were glued. He quickly went over to open the door for her, not missing any chances to win her over.

Once they arrived at the restaurant, Kento continued being a gentleman with making sure she never touched a door and her seat was pulled out. He ensured her that she could order anything and that tonight was about pleasing her. As he realized that came out a bit vulgar, he almost choked on his drink when she cocked an eyebrow at the word pleasing. Though she was just joking with him. “Please don’t die Nanami, I know what you meant.”

As dinner and drink was coming to a closer, Nanami paid and they were off. Ryan stated that she didn’t want the night to end just yet and suggested that they do karaoke. Which completely took Nanami by shock but he didn’t deny her request. “Let's go.”

When they made it to the karaoke spot, Ryan chooses between jpop and american r&b. While she sung her heart out, Nanami’s eyes were as before, glued. Nanami watched her dance around with a smile on his face as he sipped his drink. “Don’t think you’re not doing this with me, Nanami!” Ryan grabbed his hand to drag him up with her as let him choose a song. His choice did not disappoint. “Really? Aladdin?” Ryan laughed at his choice; it was a good one. They both took a mic and sung A Whole New World together.

As they both were getting tipsy and tired, Ryan sunk down onto the couch and rested her head on Nanami’s shoulder. “Thank you for tonight, this is not buzzed me speaking, but I like you too Nanami.” Ryan confessed and softly placed a kiss on Nanami’s cheek. Nanami couldn’t help but smile as his efforts didn’t go to waste. He took a hold of her hand and used his thumb to brush across her knuckles.

“I’m glad.”

#nanami kento #kento #nanami x reader #nanami #jjk #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jjk kento #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento x you #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #black reader #black oc #jjk dating

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firealder2005 · 2 years ago

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Whew! Took me awhile to get this out!

Alderreads #3!

STAR WARS: THE OLD REPUBLIC: REVAN

By Drew Karpyshyn

So, at first it was a little hard to get into but I pushed through and found that I liked it!

A 9/10, well done!

As someone who hasn't played ANY of the video games, I can say this book DEFINITELY made me want to look into them- Revan is such an interesting and cool character!

Meetra I loved to, sucks she got stabbed in the back. Literally.

Scourge. Scourge I have no clue if I love you or I hate you you are a very well-written character one moment I'm like "well, maybe he's not THAT bad" then he goes and praises slavery....or he stabs someone in the back.

And the Emperor. Very interesting, that one. His backstory is captivating and horrifying. Sucking the life out of an entire planet to feed his own power? Disturbing and fascinating. Then putting Revan into a coma to feed off of his power? This guy has me hooked.

And then ending the book on a semi-cliff hanger.

Drew, you know how to reign in an audience!

My next installment will be Warriors: The Silent Thaw. I also gave three other books ready to go.

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sleeperswakewriting · 4 years ago

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Levi going through squad Levis’s /Petra’s things post 57th expedition

I know this isn’t exactly the prompt, but I wrote this awhile back (2013, whew!) and wanted to share it here. Angst all around, enjoy and thank you for the prompt!

Letters

Summary: In order to come to terms with recent events, Levi takes a walk through town to say goodbye to his comrades.

“Hey mister, you dropped your pencil!”

Levi blinked back the rays of light that blurred his vision. A young girl, probably no more than ten, smiled happily at him and held up his writing utensil. She looked up expectantly, strawberry blonde hair ruffling in the wind.

“Thank you,” he said, taking the pencil in hand, and turning his attention back to the notebook in his lap.

“What’re you writing?” The girl asked, prickling his annoyance.

Merely raising his eyes, “Letters,” he said with an even voice.

“For your friends? Do they live far from here?”

“Kind of,” was his vague reply, and the girl craned her neck to see what was written on the pages.

With a curt snap of his wrist, he slammed the cover shut, only to startle the girl. Fear grew in her eyes, and regret immediately pooled in his conscience. However, he made no motion for apology.

“I think your mother is looking for you,” he said with a nod towards the woman waving. The girl scampered off in an instant, not looking back as she took her mother’s hand and scuffled away.

Take a couple days off. Please.

Since when did he let Hanji tell him what to do?

It was unusual for him to be in a public place when not on duty. He liked the solace of headquarters and it kept him grounded. Thoughts consisting mainly of upcoming missions or his fellow soldiers, it was strange to close his eyes and take in the sounds.

Today, he sat by the fountain. It was mostly a site for pigeon shit, but he found an empty space to not dirty his clothes. People stopped making wishes a long time ago, so the bottom of the fountain was clear and the faint running water was relaxing. It was also not too far from the center of town, so the scent of warm bread often wafted by.

The funny thing was, not many people recognized him right away. He got some onlookers who bothered to take a second glance, but they never approached him. They’ve heard it all by now. He supposed if you took away the horse and Survey Corps cape, he looked like any other soldier. And he preferred that.

Opening the notebook again, he flipped through the pages that each only contained two words. They each stared back accusingly, and he had half a mind to throw the book into the fountain.

He was such a coward.

Then again, since when did he start writing letters he couldn’t send?

Grinding his teeth, he tucked the book under his arm and stood from his seat. It was time he went back to headquarters, there was stilly plenty of work to be done. Albeit, it would be different, but it was work nonetheless.

He was just about to leave the small square, but was stopped at the sight of the same strawberry blonde girl as before. She stared, eyes wide and embarrassed.

“Captain Levi…” She said almost inaudibly, frozen in her spot. So she did recognize him.

Lips pursed, he supposed he would get this over with so he could return home, so he knelt down to her eyelevel.

“Yes?” He said, attempting to keep his voice gentle. “Is someone bothering you?” He offered, but the girl shook her head fervently.

“I-I wanted to apologize. For troubling you before. It was none of my business and I’m sorry.” The girl lowered her gaze towards the cobble stone road, and Levi sighed.

“It’s not your fault. I’m in a bad mood. So don’t worry about it, okay?” He rose from his position and gave her a curt nod, hoping to convey his meaning.

Biting her lip, “Is there anything I can do to help? Your bad mood, I mean. I could mail your letters for you, my house is right next to the post office. I promise I won’t look!”

Somewhat touched, a flicker of a smile graced Levi, but it was gone as he shook his head. “No, but thank you. The truth is, the letters aren’t even finished yet. I don’t think they ever will.” Why was he telling a kid this? The girl looked distraught that she couldn’t help him, and her mouth formed a tiny ‘o’ shape.

“I think your friends will appreciate it if you send them, though. I know I love getting letters from my cousin who lives in the inner wall.”

With a rueful chuckle, he replied with a maybe and ruffled the girl’s hair. The action felt alien to him, being a stranger to children, but the girl’s face lit up in an instant.

“What’s your name?”

“Sandra.”

Hair falling over his eyes, he released his touch from the girl. “Have a good day, Sandra. And thank you.” He meant those words, and he watched the girl flash him a smile as she skipped away from the square.

His heart twisted as he let his feet guide him back. In no rush, he took in the bustle of people—of families—Each getting by, day by day.

A man held a basket of apples, and two sons accompanied him with baskets of their own. A woman was hauling a wagon; one of the wheels was broken, and her husband was pushing from the back. A cat scurried into an alley. These were the things he rarely saw.

Surprisingly, the clouds began to roll in, followed by rain. There were shouts of protest as people stole away for shelter. Levi nearly scoffed. You couldn’t stop the weather; there was no point in complaining about it.

He didn’t have his hood today, so the rain drenched his hair and clothes. Sighing at the thought of the mess he’d be bringing into headquarters, it almost seemed like an afterthought as it faded to the back of his mind. Now that the streets were clear, his previous contemplations came back like the nagging beat of a drum.

Opening the notebook, he stared at the blank page, wondering who would be easier.

Dear Oluo—The bastard was more irritating than useful, anyway. But he had a strong sense of loyalty, no matter what. His skills were invaluable. And…Damn it.

Dear Gunther—There wasn’t much to say since they rarely spoke one on one. But he knew about his family, how proud they were of him. His gentleness that spoke volumes…I can’t put anything into words. They all knew what joining me meant.

Dear Eld— Straight and to the point, and always willing to follow orders. Despite his loyalty, he still knew when to offer his own opinions. One of the first to join his group…I couldn’t have asked for a better second in command.

Dear Petra—He couldn’t think about writing this until the very end. A lump of bile rose in his throat. He could still remember her face lying by the tree trunk. It was burned into his memory no matter how much he longed to forget it. You never taught me how to make your coffee, you know. I just assumed you’d always be there every morning, smiling. I suppose I’m a bit selfish to assume. But you knew that, didn’t you? And yet you still…

The rain continued to fall as he found himself at the gate of headquarters. Hot tears slipped down his cheeks, but he brushed them away with the back of his sleeve and trudged in.

“Levi! You’re back! I have some plans to discuss with you once you get washed up,” Erwin said, greeting him, but his commanding disposition dropped as soon as he took him in.

“Levi—“

“I’ll be right out,” he said curtly, shutting the door to his room. He placed the notebook by the window and withdrew some fresh paper from his desk.

He was going to do this.

#rivetra #Levi x petra #Rivetra fanfiction #my fics

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cloveroctobers · 4 years ago

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HARRY ZHONG (MITCHELL-WHITE)

IG info/bio: @/heedful.harry | 15.6k followers| hi, I’m Harry and I’m a business major. No, You don’t have to hold your applause 🧐

21 years old

From York, England

Cancer sun + ARIES MOON energy

He and his younger brother, Archie were foster children in the Mitchell-white household

which consisted: Harrison Mitchell and his daughter from a previous marriage, Briony, Piers White and together they had a surrogate carry their child, which gave them their second daughter, Pippa

Later they came to the decision to adopt Harry and Archie Zhong, if only that’s what they wanted too

It took longer for Harry to warm up to the family since he was still waiting and wishing for his mom to come back for them

He was diagnosed with IED around 15 years old

Goes to therapy for it and meetings with others with similar issues...he dreads the meetings since it makes him feel like he has a problem or something, which HE DOES but it makes him feel like a...but he knows that’s a ignorant way to think

He’s currently a business major and loves telling people about it *yawn* (don’t drag me lmao)

He’s thinking he’ll be a Financial analyst or a Marketing manager

The type of person who’s done a lot in his short life that it’s often unbelievable ex.) telling the villa he’s driven one of the cars that was used in the fast and furious franchise & getting pissed when bill and everyone else didn’t believe him

Harrison is a train driver and is normally bubbly + wears bright preppy clothes

He also loves Broadway, much to Harry’s annoyance...if he hears one more Hamilton song he’s gonna slam his head thru a wall stg

Piers is a music producer and is more reserved or “stand-off-ish” until he gets warmed up to you + his aesthetic is a rocker, yeah he’s got the whole tattoos and boots thing going for him, after all he was in a rock band

Piers makes the most $ and is of high status, which brought him and his family perks but is not a snob about it...it’s whatever ya know?

Harry’s closer to piers, feels he understands him more & can be kinda rude to Harrison when he’s in one of his moods but tries to be better at responding to him since he made him cry once years ago — yes he felt like complete shit afterwards

Harry is anemic so he always finds himself cold, experiencing fatigue, irregular heartbeat, and if he gets up too fast or moves too fast? Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the—FLOOO000R! (I’m making this joke as a person with anemia)

Likes cold weather since everyone else can feel what he feels on the daily

Plus he loves dressing for winter season, trench coats, wool coats, turtle necks, thermal t-shirts, fleece pants, rolled up beanies that keeps his ears covered and his hair glued to his forehead...you name it!

On the regular? He’s a khaki’s kinda guy, dress shirts, and loves wearing suit and ties...he’s not the biggest fan of jeans. He loves dressing fancy unless the measurements are bloody awful

I’m going by the alternative design for Harry and...whew! Then he’s 6’1 if we’re talking about the one they gave us then we all know he has a baby face, so I’d say he’s about 5’8

He’s got long legs + arms and hates how majority of his pants barely fit around his ankles

has dry scalp too

I feel like he’s pretty intelligent and sometimes it can come off as a know it all, yet, he’s always down to help people & isn’t condescending while doing so

He knows how to make soaps and would sell them on his etsy account in highschool where plenty shat on him for it so for awhile he stopped the hobby until Harrison encouraged him to keep at this if it was what makes him happy

Harrison is the type of parent you go to for comfort and hugs even if it might feel like he’s smothering you

Piers is the one who lets you come to him when you’re ready to talk about it, no pressure

Harry went to a high school that focused on technology so he’s all into the latest gadgets

This is a secret but he only got a apple watch to feel like a true spy

His intelligence got him somewhere with a few ladies ;)

He’s a certified freak, 7 days a week and had a handful of hookups and about 4 gfs in his life so far

He’s kinky!!!

& has a f**t fetish

His past relationships were not long relationships, which sucked but Harry felt like...this might sound arrogant, but it’s either their lost — although there was never any bad blood with his breakups! or his person was still out there somewhere...

I haven’t fully played his route (AJ stole my ass since I couldn’t romance seb or Nicky sorry) but I’ve seen screen caps and he’s a total sweetie if he’s really committed to you, you might be his “true love”

He’s nervous opposed to his usual confidence when he’s chatting to other ladies with ease, with you it’s different, it’s magnetic, nerve-wrecking, butterflies, electric, and exciting all wrapped in one

I feel like he shows his love language with quality time but also enjoys physical touch from his partner

Picky eater

But he was worst as a child! Barely ate anything which led to him being lanky or it’s in his genes but mostly he wouldn’t eat a damn thing

These are a few of his favorite things: figs, green tea, and almond milk

makes the best spring rolls with the rice paper, those are superior than fried! “Fried food will kill u u know!” “Okay bill.” “Iona, don’t know if u had too much to drink but, erm I’m Harry.” “R/WHOOOOssssh! And you’re s’pposed to be the smart one, yeah right.”

outside of the villa he found himself continuing his friendship with bill—even tho he pisses him off sometimes since he’s always got some shit to say but they’re probably the closest, Iona she’s always honest and is always a good time to be around when they hang out, Then there’s Camilo and Miki that he hangs out with too

Is the first one sharing about his day in the group chat with all of the villa, he can feel half of them rolling their eyes at him since many feel he tends to exaggerate

if he’s not endgame with mc...he kinda feels a way that Genevieve found her happiness in seb instead of him, it’s not that he’s bitter—he genuinely liked her and felt like maybe they didn’t try hard enough but deep down knows relationships can’t be forced. It’s just his ego trying to control things that’s all! plus he was comfortable with vieve even if it felt more on a platonic side...oh well

once slid into jen from s1’s dms one dark stormy drunk night & admitted on live that erikah kinda gave him some tips before going on the show... & that he thought one of the new girls that entered the villa was a better fit than one of the originals from s2 which caused him to get blocked by said original OOP

Has a circle of close friends outside of the villa, they’re all brainiacs and have something going for themselves

Enjoys action films and biographical drama films like: James Bond, John Wick, and the social network

Isn’t ashamed to admit that he loves using sheet face masks but isn’t the greatest at following a consistent skincare routine

Has his own back massager that he spent a lot of $ on since it wouldn’t go on sale and then a week later...it went on sale

sends a lot of “🙃🙂” texts when you piss him off

probably worked at GameStop, the apple store, Godiva, and currently works at a electronic repair shop for a side of cash but is looking for a internship since he’ll be graduating next year

Always Keeps cough drops on him?

is a huge cuddler & falls asleep easily

His brain is always active, experiences REM sleep often

fav video games are tekken & hitman

owns a drone now 😏

also loves strategic board games & riddles

Took quarantine life seriously, did his research before it completely broke globally and started buying shit excessively in person and online that he sent most to his family before the campus shut down

Is the friend that will check on his friends :)

Keeps his dorm and his room back home CLEAN af, is OCD about everything being in order/organized. Will know if you touched his shit, Archie felt his wrath many times before

Has a life goal board in his closet, & plans to be fully established by 25. More power to ya Harry!

Celeb crushes: Victoria justice, Jesy Nelson, Deepika Padukone, Brec Bassinger, jasmine tookes, and princess Mae

Who does he listen to? oceanfromtheblue, Galimatias, Ta-Ku, Aries, Tyler, the creator, rich Brian, NIKI, viji, & AJR

Anthem = DPR IAN, “So beautiful”

#litg #litg3 #litg s3 #litg harry #litg genevieve #litg bill #litg seb #litg mc #litg oc #litg moodboard #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #yes I’m still doing these and it’s kinda challenging but at the same time not?

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twistedlymad · 5 years ago

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I was wondering if you could write a oneshot with the first years and fem reader going shopping with each other, but of course grim causes some problems. I’ll be grateful if you ever write this idea! Thank you ;)

Whew! This took me awhile to write. I was trying to refrain myself from re-writing the Phone Shopping Experience :’)

Anyway, I hope this one-shot is up to your standards! Thank you for the request and have a lovely day!

What if you went shopping with your friends? (Ft. Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel and Sebek)

It had been a few stressful weeks for you, you had to fix Grim’s mischief here and there, breaking up Ace and Deuce’s fights with each other, trying to calm Vil down after he found out Epel had been disregarding Pomefiore’s high standards, trying to refrain Sebek from randomly shouting and trying to get Jack to be more social with the rest of you. Overall, you’re tired and you needed a break.

The stress had really taken it’s toll on you, you looked tired and were more silent lately. It would be a lie if the boys said they hadn’t noticed this change on you. So, they wanted to give you a break, but, when and where? The boys secretly brainstormed on where they’re going to take you. Whenever you weren’t around, they would hold mini-meetings to discuss on this secret outing they were going to take you on.

“How about this Friday? I mean, it is a semester holiday next week.” Epel suggested to the group.

“That sounds perfect! But, where would (Y/N) want to go?” Ace replied to the Pomefiore dorm member.

“It’s got to be somewhere where she won’t get stressed out.” Jack added.

“I got it! How about the mall?” Deuce said.

“What? We take her shopping?” Sebek asked the dark-haired boy.

“We just need to accompany her, we don’t actually have to do any shopping.” Deuce replied.

“You know what? That actually sounds nice.” Jack said.

“So, it’s settled, we take her shopping this Friday!” The group agreed to the plan.

You, however, were entirely oblivious to their plan. They didn’t let a single detail slip from either one of them. Of course, they couldn’t tell Grim because that furball would’ve let you know about the plan after 3 seconds of hearing it. So, they kept quiet and acted like as if everything was normal for the whole week.

At last, Friday came and you couldn’t help but feel slightly excited. After all, it was a semester break next week which means you have a whole week to yourself. Grim won’t cause a lot of trouble since it was only the two of you in the dorm. But then, you realized you had nothing to do, no activities, no hobbies, nothing. You felt bored, you wished there was something fun to do for your break. You let out a small sigh as you continued Professor Trein’s class.

“Alright, that’ll be all for today, be sure to complete the homework given over the course of the next 7 days.” Professor Trein said to you and your class.

“Meaowwwwww~” Lucius added to his owner’s words. And with that, the professor and the cat left the class.

“Yay!! Semester break!!” Ace, Deuce, Epel and Grim yelled excitingly. Jack and Sebek simply shook their heads at their friends.

“You guys seem pretty pumped for this break.” You said to them while you packed your books. “Sounds like as if you guys have plans for the break.” You smiled to them.

“No, we’re just pretty pumped to finally have a break!” Ace said to you with a smirk. You just gave them a closed-eye smile.

“What about you (Y/N)? Don’t you have any plans?” Epel asked you, as soon as he did though, Ace, Deuce, Jack and Sebek looked at you, waiting for an answer.

“Um, nothing that I can think about.” You answered as you stood up from your seat. The others were gobsmacked.

“You don’t have anything to do for the next 7 days?” Jack asked you.

“Well, not entirely nothing, I mean, there are the assignments from the professors and all.” You replied them honestly.

“Oh, well then, since you have nothing planned, we’re going to take you and Grim somewhere!” Deuce said to you. You were confused.

“Hmm? Take me somewhere? This sounds fishy…”

“I cannot believe you would think of us like that!” Ace said, placing his hand over his heart, like he was heartbroken.

“No, no! I mean, I wouldn’t mind Sebek, Jack and Deuce but Ace and Epel? I can’t help but feel uneased.” You smirked at them. Jack, Sebek and Deuce were trying to keep their laughter in as Ace and Epel’s face reddened slightly.

“W-Whatever! Just get ready at about 3 o’clock! We’ll come to your dorm.” Ace said as he left with the others, leaving you and Grim in the classroom.

“Um, okay? Come on Grim, let’s go back to our dorm.” You said to the furball as you picked him up and went back to your dorm.

You and Grim then did the assignments the professors gave to pass the time. While you were doing Professor Crewel’s assignment, you lost track of time and Grim already fell asleep. So, you took a glance at your watch. It was 2.55pm. Your eyes widen as you shook Grim awake.

“Hmm? Why did you wake me up?” Asked the creature.

“Don’t you want to go out with us? It’s 2.55 and they’re almost here!” You said as you were changing into a casual outfit. Grim let out a yawn and sat at your table, rubbing his eyes.

“Fine, fine….” He said tiredly. Soon, a knock was heard coming from your dorm’s main entrance.

“That must be them! Come on, let’s go!” You said as you grabbed the furball and went to your dorm lobby. You opened the door to see everyone dressed casually. The boys looked at you and they all blushed slightly, I mean, it was their first time seeing you in an outfit that wasn’t a school uniform after all.

“Hi guys! Well, ready to go?” You said as you locked the door behind you, snapping everyone out of their thoughts.

“Y-Yeah! Come on! We’re gonna bring you somewhere!” Ace said, he held onto one of your arm, dragging you and Grim. The others followed behind, grumbling something about ‘Ace being lucky’ and ‘I want to hold her arm too’. However, you didn’t realize this as they were grumbling very softly.

So, the 7 of you all walked out of the school grounds, chatting with each other. Talking about how some of their assignments were done and some were not, discussing about what to do during the break, ranging from carving apples to exercising. You just listened as you had nothing to say or to add to this conversation. The boys took notice of this and decided to change the topic, mainly Ace and Epel were complaining about their dorm leaders but I will get either beheaded or poisoned if I told you what they talked about so let’s skip this part.

Soon after, you guys arrived at the mall. You were sort of confused, why did they bring you here? It’s not like you needed to buy anything.

“And we’re here!” Ace said.

“The mall? Did you guys have something that you wanted to buy?” You asked the boys, looking at each one of them.

“Well, no….” Deuce said, scratching the back of his head.

“We just wanted to bring you out somewhere fun!” Epel said to you.

“And we figured why not the mall?” Sebek continued. You let out a small gasp.

“We discussed this all week, since you looked like you were about to die of exhaustion. It’s not like we actually wanted to shop.” Jack said, looking away.

“Fgnaaaaaa! Why didn’t you guys tell me?!” Grim asked the boys as they stared at him.

“Because we knew you would spill the beans once you heard the plan, so we decided to not tell you.” Ace retorted to the furball.

“Thanks you guys! But this is a first to me though!” You smiled.

“What do you mean?” They asked you, confusion written on their faces.

“This is the first time where boys actually brought me shopping! Usually you guys wouldn’t care for such things.” You smirked at them. A visible blush appeared on their faces.

“So? What are we waiting for? Let’s go see some cool stuff!” You said dragging them in.

You looked around, trying to see which store you wanted to go in first. Truth be said, you didn’t really need anything out of the ordinary and considering most of the shops were for magic users, you couldn’t really find anything you wanted.

“Hmmm…” You said as your eyes darted around. Deuce noticed this and asked you.

“Can’t find anything that you’re interested in?” You nodded at his words.

“Well, most of these shops area for you guys since you all can use magic and all.” You said to your friends. You then closed your eyes and thought about something that you really needed. Then, it came to your realization that you had something that you needed. You suddenly snapped your eyes wide open, making the boys jump slightly.

“How about I go clothes shopping? Since I only have this set of clothes as casual wear.” You said. It was true, Crowley only gave you a set of clothes as casual wear. Girl, your closet was full of uniforms I cannot believe you were able to survive this long, I salute you.

The boys however, were reluctant to the idea. I mean, you can’t blame them, it was only natural for them to not like going clothes shopping. But, lo and behold, Epel had a thought. So, while you were looking at your purse to see if you’ve brought enough madol, the boys huddled up in a circle.

“Guys, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea.” Epel whispered to the rest.

“What do you mean? We have to sit there and wait for her to try on clothes. It’s boring!” Ace said back.

“No, think about it, sure it might be boring but, we get to see (Y/N) in another outfit!” Epel said. The boys thought about it for a moment, then proceed to blush.

This plan will backfire, trust me, I’ll protect you reader-chan, don’t you worry :)

Once you were finished with checking your madol, the guys looked at you, innocently.

“We think it’s a good idea for you to go clothes shopping.” Ace said to you, the boys nodded.

“Weird, I thought you guys were bummed out when I said I wanted to go clothes shopping.” You said, curious as to what had happened to them, you could’ve sworn their faces paled when you suggested it at first. But, you shrugged it off.

“Okay, let’s go then!” You said cheerfully. So, the 7 of you headed to the nearest clothing department. You stared in awe at all the outfits sold there, it was like walking into a huge closet. You began scurrying through the racks of shirts, pants and skirts. They boys trying to keep up with you but you were fast, as soon as something caught your eye, you were already there checking out the garment.

So you grabbed a few shirts, skirts and pants to try on once you got into a fitting room, you were excited to try out new clothing and to try out new combinations. Soon after, you got into a changing room, the boys were outside, waiting for you. Probably fantasizing you in their preferred clothing. However, someone was missing. Take a guess?

Your friendly neighbourhood furball Grim wasn’t with you. In fact, he wasn’t with any of you. It didn’t take the boys too long to realize this though. Jack was actually the first one to realize and asked his fellow first-years.

“Guys, where’s Grim?” The boys took a second to register what Jack had asked.

“Why is that raccoon always causing trouble?” Ace asked, facepalming.

“No matter, we have to find him!” Sebek said.

“Why? Can’t we find him later?” Epel asked.

“No! We’re supposed to give (Y/N) a break. We can’t have her worrying about Grim!” Deuce stated. “Let’s split up and search for him before (Y/N) notices.” The boys nodded and went into the store to search for the elusive, fire-breathing, magic-casting furball.

“Now, if I were a raccoon-like-furball, where would I be?” Ace said, thinking to himself. That was until he had heard a familiar voice.

“Yanno, this bow actually looks good on me!” Ace turned to the source of the sound to see Grim standing on a pile of cloth. “Bingo. Guys! He’s over here!” Ace yelled to his friends and they all turned their heads over to Grim. Unfortunately, Grim had heard Ace yell and decided to flee.

“Get him!!” Sebek yelled and 5 boys were now chasing one flame-eared creature. Crashing and yelling were to be heard. The place was crowded too, making it even harder for the first-years to catch your dorm mate. Thankfully, you didn’t hear a single thing and just continued to try on the clothing.

See? I told you I would protect you reader-chan :)

Although I believe there were a few mannequins getting knocked over because of the chase. Not to mention, they boys were being smart by not using their magic to hunt down the creature. Who knows what you would do if you found out and they didn’t want you to worry at all, so, good job boys! Now that I think about it, I shouldn’t be telling you this if the boys didn’t want you to find out. But oh well!

After 10 minutes of chasing, yelling and knocking over stuff, the 5 first-years successfully surrounded Grim.

“Grim, just give it up! We just want to give (Y/N) a break!” Epel said to the creature.

“Why were you running away in the first place?” Jack asked the furball.

“Fgnaaaa… I thought you guys would scold me for taking the bow.” Grim said defeated. They boys looked at him and blinked.

“Now why would we do that? If you wanted it, you could’ve just bought it yourself.” Deuce told the creature.

“B-But, I didn’t bring any madol!” And suddenly, it all made sense. The boys just let out a sigh and sunk their heads.

“You didn’t have to make us chase you though, you should’ve just said something.” Ace said, shaking his head.

“Fgnaaa?” Grim was confused.

“Yo! You guys got any madol to spare?” Ace asked the others. “We better let the furball have this than have him running again.”

“Fine, we’ll chip in, but Grim you better not go running around again!” Sebek said to the furball. Now, 5 pairs of eyes were looking at Grim, waiting for an answer.

“A-Alright… I promise.” The creature gulped and the boys nodded. They then all chipped in an equal amount of madol to buy the bow for the creature.

“Here, now, remember our promise alright?” Ace said, giving the bow to the creature. Grim nodded furiously.

“Fgnaaaaa! The Great Grim now has a fashionable bow! Aren’t I the best thing to ever graced your eyes?” The boys rolled their eyes.

“We should’ve also made him change his attitude.” They all mumbled.

It was around this moment, you had finished trying on your outfits, you picked a few and left the dressing room. You looked around to see the boys walking back to the spot where they were supposed to wait for you.

“Hmm? Did you guys also went to check out some stuff?” You asked the group and they looked at you, tiredly. You noticed this and you saw a happy Grim. You laughed a little, making them look at you slightly annoyed.

“Sorry, I guess you can finally understand what I feel these few weeks.” You said to them, making them look at the ground sheepishly.

“D-Did we really cause you that much trouble?” Epel asked.

“More or less.” You smiled to them.

“We’re sorry.” They all apologized to you. “We didn’t know.” You were slightly taken aback. You didn’t expect them to apologize.

“It’s okay guys, I’m used to it. Just, try not to cause too much trouble to me, you already know how hard it is to keep that furball in check, I don’t need to keep 5 more humans in check as well.” You said softly, hugging them as you did. They all blushed as you did, making you giggle.

“Now, let me pay for my clothes and we can get out of here.” You smiled. “How does ice cream sound? My treat of course.” You smirked as you see their eyes light up.

“Sure thing!” The boys, including Grim, all exclaimed at the same time.

So you guys went for ice cream and sat at one big table. The boys were inviting you to their activities during the semester break and you accepted, making you smile as you had things to look forward to next week. Grim decided to try to take a bite out of everyone’s ice cream, resulting in an all-out argument between the 5 boys and the furball. You just shook your head, trying to calm everyone down again.

Well, there will never be a peaceful moment with these loveable dorks, but you were glad. You were glad that you got to spend time with them and you wouldn’t change a single moment of it. You really do treasure your friendship with them and they do too.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fic #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #twst #sebek zigvolt #grim #mc/yuu

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thethirteenthcrow · 4 years ago

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Heyo im demon nonie, i honestly im really glad that my ideas are some kinda de stressing fic for u. Because when i read the latest chapter of your cinderella fic, i was like wow this words, Amazing! Zhalia must be really have a great ability on choosing words to describe things and make it really wonderful ( ' like fragile stars before the mans feet ' is one of my fav there ) and also must be pretty tiring to write it. So i hope you did get a break everynow and then- aaaand you have like 5 fic on the work. Like take a break! Take care of yourself! I love you writing so much but i can wait. Sending you lots of love.

Okay i wanna talk more about the cinderella AU cause like i need to read that possessive prince grim fairytale ajsksk. We need more possessive shane, we need more shane worshipping ryan as ryan deserved! We need them good ol kisses everywhere on ryan body. Or just me idk.

For the demon fic, i think im done with all the writings. Damn its been awhile, i dont remember much of what i write ahskdk. I dont mind, you dont have to send me the thing i write. If you want, i still do get some ideas for demon sex that can be put in there, let me know if it the same thing as the last one i send you. Ahdkdk. If that is okay of course?

Thats all!

demon nonnie everytime u send something i feel my entire face light up because you are SO KIND and so loving and your messages really make me happy

and thank you so much for the compliments on my writing? i really don’t... think it’s special? but hearing these words from you means a lot to me. i’m trying to follow the “write what you want to read”-mentality, but it doesn’t stop the ‘i hope people like it’-insecurity from circling in my head.

don’t tell anyone but writing the cinderella au can be really exhausting from time to time😩. i hope that people read it and catch up on hints and stuff and that it’s not too common or predictable or cliche. (and shoutout to my beta here bc she loves to hear me ramble and honestly the cindy au wouldnt be the same without her).

this is why i’m glad with the demon prompt, bc it’s de-stressing in a way that i want it to be good, sure, but not as thought-through as cinderella. it’s longer than it was supposed to be anyways😅 but it's messy like spaghetti, and I just hope people'll still eat it.

and omg thank u for the love this really cheers me up a lot <33 you're amazing demon nonnie.

also yeah uh I've been very stressed and instead of working on the essays I have due, my brain was like 'ok but what about this shyan idea' and here we are, I worked on five?six? fics last week. someone send me help lmaaooo. I usually would've hit my writer's block by now, but instead I just keep! on! writing! since when do I have all this content in my fingertips Jesus.

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OKAY AND RE:THE OG FAIRYTALE, here's a quote that made me feral (and come up with the au in the first place). context: it's the first night, and poor, poor cinderella got a dress from the hazel tree at her mother's grave, went to the festival and no one recognises her.

The prince approached her, took her by the hand, and danced with her. Furthermore, he would dance with no one else. He never let go of her hand, and whenever anyone else came and asked her to dance, he would say, "She is my dance partner."

but that's not where it ends! this is night two:

When Cinderella appeared at the festival in this dress, everyone was astonished at her beauty. The prince had waited until she came, then immediately took her by the hand, and danced only with her. When others came and asked her to dance with them, he said, "She is my dance partner."

and that's not where it ends! this is night three,

When she arrived at the festival in this dress, everyone was so astonished that they did not know what to say. The prince danced only with her, and whenever anyone else asked her to dance, he would say, "She is my dance partner."

like bro!! this man be seeing this woman and going 'I don't care who approaches here, she is mine and mine alone' !!! excuse me !!!

when I read this, I stg I whispered 'possessive' to the darkness of my bedroom and my brain was like: did you mean: Shane Madej? and now we're 30k in a cinderella au. and uh, regarding the marking? well, all I'll say for now (I haven't written this yet but I have it planned), Shane knows how to take care of his mysterious though beautiful stranger.

and lastly regarding the demon prompt, right now I think I've got a nice plan for summoning ii? my beta to whom I scream about everything, said "I love it so fucking much" and after reading the outline, "I... Am so horny" so I THINK that's good news. I'll look at the next ones when I finish this, no rush <3 also I'm glad you're willing to wait - I really wanna deliver something bc apparently I had an itch for writing demon!Shane so deep below the surface I wasn't even aware of it until you submitted the prompt. I'm eternally grateful!

whew! what along rant! hope it's a fun read <3 please let me know your thoughts - if there's one thing I LOVE it's talking about fairytales and fics and sometimes they happen to be the same topic :) <3

x Zhalia

#zhalia's lil chit chat #zhalia's lil fic chat #shyan #cinderella au #demon nonnie #demon!shane #i rambled about the cinderella au #writer struggles #ao3

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 1 year ago

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10.31.23 Tuesday

12:41 am

Done,washing my clothes....Still, have S-bones pain, I really feel bitter for not having SEX for 16 years...

I feel fat again, ugly old & wrinkled... I'm worrying so much, what will happen to my future???

I still feel JEALOUS on things that I don't know!Thinking of money and job ....Whew!!!

3:20 am

I gained... Grrr... I have to diet again....I ate lately... I feel stress and bitterish...

I hate gaining more than 4 kgs.... Sometimes it feels weird, sometimes I feel that there is magic spell on me. I need to lose weight again... I feel that there is magic spell on me sometimes I was really skinny then few days will be chubby and chubbier...

One of the reasons I still wanna keep my old clothes to check my weight if I'm gaining beyond my limit...

I still have windblow and my mind is still on my job and I need money...

I really do feel fat, ugly and old... I'm not happy being stuck this way... I wanna go out and buy starbucks hang-out and see people. Hoping to meet new people who will really like me, but I'm extra careful on women...

I still want a black penis? So that there will be no anxiety for me,if ever... But I want someone who will respect my vanity...

12:06 noon

I have to diet but I just dwell on this Java Rice for awhile and it is all gone now... hahah... Lingering the yellow rice for quite some time...

I have to diet again angels... I just really wanna do my abs and trim my waist line. Oh! By the way I have this mood that I love to eat then I will have this panicky of gaining beyond my weight limit...

But I really hate dieting without eating coz I lost energy... I love dieting and dwelling on the tread mill for 45 minutes to 1 hour... I had a lot of energy way back without pelvic pain coz I had sex in routine schedule....

But now I lost my gym life and all of a sudden a day came into me that I had this pelvic or S-bones pain coz of losing my sex routine for 16 years and I feel bitter and I feel super ugly... I lost my creamy skin as well...

12:24 noon

My next challenge I really wanna do my split again and basics tumbling before turning 50... I have to really stretch my inner thigh muscle and my legs muscle... Hoping I can go back to gym coz I feel bitter...

I feel bitter and bitter and bitter coz 16 years, aging for nothing...

I need to get a job as soon as possible coz I need money.

Will tell more about my SEX style... Wait I have to feed my son-dog...

1:15 pm

I feel bitter coz they just wanna copy my sex styles.

I feeel bitter that I'm losing the LIFE ( you know what I mean ) now and some group are well-prepared and they got my styles and they took away my future...

I feel so ugly!!! I feel fat and old and wrinkled ... I hate Cavite for taking away my sex styles!!!

1:23 pm

This is just a past story: Ohkay!!!

About my SEX, a lot of people the younger kids judged me coz I had sexed there, here, there on opposite side and some hotel and I rented a space actually it was supposed to be a house but that time I want secluded place coz my X partner who was a seaman that time was gone for straight a year and half....

The windblow came into my life year 2007 but I couldn't remember the exact month... My Xpartner who was a seaman ohkay Ryan is the name, the one from Kalibo, Aklan... So, our relationship was really a kind of Love at first sight thingy, coz I wanted sex that time and I'm looking for job and I just met him on the dead platform. So, we were almost going to 4 years... Once you are in-love SEX automatic... Time came that he went out already for almost 1 and half year....I was just in Cebu Pacific Air I was really sad coz I had no sexmate and my bf an almost more than a bf was on the shore for straight a year and half... I miss our SEX adventure so much and it was a ride that I've learned a lot but there was love involved of course.

The point here when the time that this Ryan came from shore after a year and half... I rented a room here and I was a lasalista and though I was already a college graduate though I was a "late bloomer" to be with the bunches of lasalites or people who got elite view but sometimes went to the mud or inside the trash can coz of being we are Lasalista or we are kids from the middle-class we don't care at all!!!

God has reasons he didn't put me in UST coz probably I will fail on the discipline.. Just for an eye opener we have "hotel" inside the campus and I knew you can have sex there, not really sure but I think you can have sex there...

I failed the interview in UST coz of my background, my religion background... They are tigers and I became an artemis then I planned to wear my bonnet after 2 years, of course going to ilocos... Going to ilocos wearing my "bonnet"...

I want to have a "bonnet"... I will feel bitter if I can't have the "bonnet".

Bonnet means I will fuck him there in ilocos for symbolism clarification... Bonnet means you will fuck someone or steal something from someone. To clarify things...

Ohkay,let's go back to the "secluded place" that I rented for me and Ryan that time,the place were surrounded by teenagers apparently studying from De La Salle while having the windblow....I brought my small refrigerator that I used during my med school and brought our microwave as my acting to our future life... But I was not yet mature coz the windblow suddenly came into me... I got confusion and there were kids around us and I was shawty and I always look younger than my age... My X that time this Ryan looked like a bulky and big man that those kids probably were just curious about us and most specially me coz I look young...

Then, those kids thought that I'm gonna like them or I will appear as their age bracket coz as far as I can remember I got confuse on the windblow... As far as I can remember those kids were observing us and it seems curious about me or us...

My main point of renting a secluded place was for us to have a catch-up on our sex lives coz he told me there were so many beautiful brazilians on the shore who look like a barbie or mannequins even black girl who always wanted to fuck...

Me? I craved for SEX coz I was just focused on my work in Cebu Pacifuc Air for a year and half and I was a good gf meaning, I behaved...

Then, some of my workmates was shocked when I gave them an "eat all you can" in Barrio Fiesta I think we were 6 or 7, so 1k pesoses per head... I heard that they were talking about me that how will I pay for it??? I was just quiet, I had a bf on the shore... They were talking that they were just bf and gf, they meant me and Ryan. Deep inside me, huh?So, what?? The issue was how will I pay for it? I was just quiet... Me and Ryan had 69 and Jp and Me and Rocky and me..

I got a credit card way back...

My sixty niners will pay for that 6k or 7k hahaha... But I was just quiet.

The issue was "they are just bf and gf not yet married"...

That "secluded place" supposed to be a moment for us to grow... But I remember those kids were observing us...

My X-Ryan paid for the loan money that I got in Cebu Pacific Air hahaha The money was just blown by the wind...

It was a moment to comprehend everything... I had have no guilty emotion....

I was really wanted to go back as spoiled coz it is supposed to be my life....I had yaya and I feel frustrated to be in here in Cavite with my Uncle Jun....I'm not happy...

Not happy that George Eusebio still on the position... I hate his children so much for the fame and having lots of followers...

Now, I feel bitter... Nobody wants me now and I feel bitter....I wanna go back to where I was spoiled and can fuck and make a mess coz that's how spoiled should be doing...

2:38 pm

I really wanna leave the hometown... I don't have fundings yet...

Still, waiting for rewave from Iqor...Hopefully there is coz I hate commuting that far...

Now, I feel bitterish nobody wants me now... I don't know... I wanna go back to AF gym... I miss yoga, I wanna do my split again...

I need therapy for my S-bones/ Pelvic Pain or Sciatica/Priformis... A real sex can help, my partner should be sensitive on my pelvic these days... But I need a MRI and chiropractor for adjustment...

I feel bitter and ugly and fat and thinking of money...

I wanna do collagen on my feet,hands and down there.... I feel bitterish.... I wanna get botox on my "deep smile lines" and my nose perfection probably2x this is probably...I wanted to have a job and meet new people, my own group who take me as me... I hate immature group.

Friend will tell you the truth and a friend will defend you on your bashers if your bashers are too much...

3:17 pm

I feel bitter angels... I feel bitter... I'm so flat... I need money, job and I need pampering... I need to fix... I feel bitter!!!

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7:48 pm

Done,eating dinner...Self-care routine...

Love mommy ha!

8:09 pm

I have complex in me on my twin my younger cute side and my wild side.... But I always love dogs so much....I love vanity as well...

I don't wanna dwell on my height coz this is me,angels... These days I can't be spoiled that is my main bitterness... We can't join dog show and I can't show myself... It is really bitterness...

8:35 pm

I really wanna join dog show... I really wanna get some botox... I wanna have a better life... Not this way so flat and plain...

I can't find a group here... I have windblow... People that I met lately can't be real on me...

Where can I find my fucking old friends???

I need a job coz I need to have money... I feel bullshit for men who didn't take me seriously lately...

I can't accept that dread-locks guy/ miles didn't fall for me even as a group... It is hard for me to accept it. I'm no longer spoiled I can't fight... I have windblow and I knew there are so many unfair things here in Cavite...

If I'm still spoiled I won't let it pass,that guy dread-locks guy or Miles must serve me like the way an old bf served me bang2x Brien...

What is that fucking 20/20!!! The 20/ 20 here!!!

I hate it, I hate dread-locks Miles for not falling for me....I had an imaginary bonnet!!! I feel bitter!!!

I feel bitter.. I need a group,I need a group who will take me as me and listen to me...

I feel bitter, I have windblow...

I feel bitter.... I can't make a group or make a big circle for something..

Serve me and be on my side...

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I feel bitter dread-locks guy or Miles didn't like me even as a friend... Didn't take me.... I feel bitter for not being a spoiled these days....Plus, the 20/20 and that sand-dunes and some plastics!!!

I feel bitter for not having a solid group...

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9:16 pm

I feel bitter I can't stay in Cavite... I still wanna group... I feel bitter someone is getting my crown... I wanna have friends angels...

I wanna have upper friends... I wanna make new friends, I hate women coz I must be the center... I don't like Jenesis, she is not my friend...

I chose women, I chose my gf's... I'm frustrated... I feel JEALOUS ON THINGS THAT I DON'T KNOW!

10:09 pm

I feel jealous on couple these days even on younger people coz they took away my maturity...

I feel jealous on things that I don't know! I feel jealous on sand-dunes ilocos and some plastics... I feel jealous coz they are happy and perfect!

I feel jealous on couple who are trying to treat me younger than them.

I FEEL JEALOUS ON YOUNGER WOMEN!

I feel jealous on things that I don't know!

11:30 pm

I feel jealous on things that I don't know...

It is over the number...

I feel bitter and I have windblow... I feel bitter here in Cavite!

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hobeemin · 3 years ago

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content tag game

tagged by the lovely @joonscypher 🍒🍒

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)? whew one i wrote for was sailor moon, true blood, xmen, batman, game of thrones. haven’t written anything in ages.

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for? bts, got7, nct... i’ve put members of red velvet, vixx, txt, sunmi, exo, hyuna, hyolyn and a few others in my fics as well.

3. how long have you been writing? since middle school, but actually wriiten works online, i was 16

4. on which platforms do you post your stories? tumblr & ao3

5. what is your favourite genre to write? supernatural and crime. i always loved mysteries and fantasy and otherworldly creatures.

6. are you a pantser or a planner? both, but i lean towards planner now a days. i have to do at least a basic outline for my fics so i remember my thoughts and the plot.

7. one shot or multi-chapter? def both.

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion? umm honestly it depends on the fic.

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete? hmm if were looking over the course of my writing, it was a sailor fic called angel of mercy, super cringe >.<. but currently one i’m proud of is a bts fic called resurrection a mix of zombies and drama. i’m proud of writing a six part series in less than three months. don’t know if i can do that again lol

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most? ohh good question, probably my delightful temptations series, dangerous pairing, jamais vu, and eros et psyche

11. favourite request you’ve written and why? hands down it was dark charms it combined both my love of bts and harry potter into one story. it was so much fun researching and familiarizing myself with hp world once again.

12. are there recurring themes in your stories? ohh def enemies or strangers to lovers. there is even a bit of slow burn if i’m being kind.

13. current number of wips? you don’t wanna know...i think its like more than 10 by now.

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing? 1. i can never now a striaght pwp cause i like to describe a lot of details. 2. my mc always have an attitude lol 3. i need to use a thesaurus more.

15. a quote you like from a published story. this is from dark charms 😊

Her eyes scanned the shelves looking for the purple sprigs. She lit up once she saw them peeking behind an extra mortar and pestle. Standing on her tiptoes, Y/N tried to reach for them only for a hand to shoot in front of her to grab them. The intricate ink patterns on the fingers could only belong to one person. Jeon Jungkook. She sighed as he pulled the lavender off the shelf giving her the tiniest acknowledgment. He turned to walk away when she grabbed the sleeve of his robe.

“Um, that was mine first, Jungkook.”

He froze, whirling around to give her a cold stare. “Does it have your name on it?”

Y/N flinched slightly under his intense gaze. “N-No, but–”

“B-But,” he mimicked mockingly. With a snort, he turned back on his heel. “You can have it when I’m done with it.”

Her eyes blinked in surprise. She watched his retreating form going over to the table with the rest of his Slytherin buddies. She grabbed the Valerian sprigs and walked back into the classroom. Throat tightening, she tried to keep her composure as she made her way back to her table. He knew she couldn’t start the Sleeping Draught without the lavender. It took awhile to make the paste. Her eyes cast over to him as he took his sweet time pulling the lavender out and making a show of taking out each sprig slowly. Her face felt hot as she watched him chatting and laughing with his friends. Once she knew he wasn’t planning on giving them back, her face darkened with anger. All her reasoning going out the window. She grabbed something out of one of the bowls and stomped angrily over to his table, fist balled. Before she knew it, Y/N smacked him across the face with the flobberworm mucus and snatched the lavender from his hands.

16. a quote from an unpublished story. ohh okay here’s from a fic called a princely affair

“Who’s shameless?”

The couple’s eyes turned toward the entrance of the veranda. Namjoon was standing with a young woman. Her dress is the shade of lavender with a silver mask adorning her face.

“Cousin!” Aria ran to her in excitement. “Namjoon, have you two been getting acquainted?”

“You could say that,” he chuckled cutting his eyes to Jin. He raised his brow not understanding his friend and walked forward to the woman.

“Aria was just telling me she visited you abroad on her holiday. I’m surprised I didn’t know that information already.”

“Shocking really,” she said crossing her arms. “You would think Prince Seokjin would know all.”

“Pardon?”

“Still being a jerk?”

Aria cried out covering her mouth, “Cousin! H-How could you say that?!”

Jin clenched his jaw but gave a forced laugh. “I didn’t know she would be so bold.”

17. a space for you to say something to your readers. to anyone whose read my fics, thank you. i write for myself mostly, but if anyone enjoys my writing that is a bonus. love all yall 💜💜

tagging; @springbean @hobiandsprite @yoongsgguktae @kookdiaries @bangtanhome @ressjeon @oftenderweapons @joheunsaram @sugasbabiie

#tag game

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scandeniall · 4 years ago

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dream big baby

pairing: Tōru Oikawa x reader

Where Oikawa is leaving soon and you spend your last few days together. Inspired by ‘My Wish’ by Rascal Flatts

warnings: manga spoilers, profanity, the author’s note talks about some important things.

wc: 2060

7 days until takeoff

“How’s the packing going?” You eye the messy bedroom, from the doorway. It looks like a tornado has gone through it. Buried under the covers is a familiar brunette who looks like he’s doing the opposite of packing. Then you spot another man, sitting on a desk chair just playing on his phone.

“Hey Iwaizumi, What’s Oikawa doing.” Your question causes a chuckle to erupt. “He said and I quote, fuck packing I’m napping.” You sigh stepping in and over the open suitcase that had clothes thrown on top and not actually folded. “He knows he’s moving halfway across the world in like a week right.” You shift your focus over to the lump in the bed, slightly shaking the man. “Tōru, c’mon wake up love.

“I said I’d wake him up when you got here.” You nod, as Oikawa doesn’t even budge at your light shaking. “Did he even get anything done.” Your gaze follows Iwaizumi’s finger as it points to a single duffel bag. “Volleyball stuff.” You move out the way smirking as your friend aims a foam volleyball at Oikawa to wake him up. You won it on some carnival date, opting to give it to Oikawa as your way of displaying interest in his passions. The ball hits his back with a thump that causes the groggy setter to sit up. “Iwa, you said I could take a nap.”

“Yeah, until (Y/N) got here. Now it’s time to get off your ass so you can actually pack.” The mention of your name, caused Oikawa to turn towards your figure sitting on his bed. “Hey lovely,” you lean in to meet his waiting lips in a greeting. Once you pull away you stand up reaching for his hand. “C’mon. Me and Iwa are both here to help you.” The former ace sighs agreeing, not that he genuinely minded. “I’m gonna sell everything you leave here. How much do you think your old jersey will be worth.”

“Sell it or, sleep with it every night because you’re gonna miss me that much.”

“You can’t go to Argentina soon enough Shittykawa.”

5 days until take off

“Go Oikawa,” you cheer, watching the now graduated third years play a pickup game along with some of the underclassmen. You're sitting on the top of his car along with one of your friends. “Is he excited?” You release a content sigh before nodding. “He is. Tries to hide just how excited, but I see through it.” “Whew! Nice kill Iwa,” you shift your phone’s camera to the guys, panning over the park area. ‘Last game with the boys :(’. The two of you continue talking, occasionally yelling over at some other friends from their spots on their cars. As the boys take a break, you hand Oikawa his bottle of water. One you had gotten him over a year ago. Filled with random stickers that he frowned at when you first started putting them on the bottle. Now, he refuses to go out without it. “How are you guys getting your asses kicked this bad. You've only been out of school a month. Don’t tell me you boys lost it already”

“Kindaichi wasn’t that good at blocking a month ago,” Oikawa insists

“Maybe we could’ve gone to nationals if he was.” The tease from Hanamaki causes your group to laugh. Sure that reality was painful at the moment, but time heals wounds. Your presence around your quiet boyfriend was all that he needed. Just knowing you were there was enough. Despite the devastation, the stars ultimately aligned. Fresh graduates and now all of you are going your separate ways to pursue your own dreams.

“Hey let's take a picture. Just us old third years. For the memories,” you say hopping off the car and gathering around your friends and before calling one of the other boys over. “Hey Kindaichi, come take our picture.”

“Why are we taking it on your phone, I’m the one leaving first”

“Aw, Toru you're going to miss us. I’m touched,” The wipe of a fake tear is met with a scoff as your boyfriend’s arm pulls you towards him, his arm falling over your shoulder. The picture has Mattsun and Makki jokingly mocking the two of you, with Iwaizumi and your friend both in the center, acting as the only normal ones. It becomes Oikawa’s phone background.

3 days until takeoff

Your eyes flutter shut at the night sky, inhaling the night air. It would be peaceful, had it not been for the bickering of your friends beside you.”Iwa I don’t know why you wouldn’t still love me if I were an alien.”

“Because you're a fucking alien idiot. Not human.”

“But what if I’m an alien disguised as a human. I can help bring humans and aliens together.”

You sit up at that comment, looking between the two, eyebrows raised. “So you want two species to hate you.” The two guys pause, looking at one another before bursting out in laughter. Their laughter causes you to laugh as well as you marvel at Oikawa.The moon reflects in his eyes, and his laugh is genuine. Its one that reaches his eyes, and it's a version of Oikawa that took you awhile to unearth.The one hidden behind the cocky comments, and condescending smiles. The one that cares deeply for his friends, and is actually kind of funny. “You're so mean to me (Y/N).” The way he reaches for your hand to intertwine your fingers shows that he's anything but serious. The three of you settle into a silence, focusing your attention on the night sky.

“Oi, Oikawa. Promise me something.” The two of you eye your friend, before nodding. “When you get to Argentina, don’t stop helping others alright. Keep pushing them to do their best.”

“Of course. I'm going to beat everyone after all.”

“Good. Now don’t fuck up out there.”

1 day until takeoff

“You know I love you right.” Fingers gently brush up and down your arm. You only look up, from your spot on Oikawa’s chest. “You’re not breaking up with me now that you're gonna go be some hot shot volley boy.” “Of course not. Just wanted to let you know.” You nod before returning the sentiment. The two of you had been cuddled up for the latter half of the day. After getting breakfast with a few of his friends, he invited you over to spend his last full night with.

There was a weird and indescribable feeling in the air. A tension due to not knowing what's next. He felt it, and you felt it. You wondered who would’ve been the first to crack, and it looks like it's you. “I’m proud of you Toru.” The hand that was trailing came to a stop as he sighed. “I’m gonna miss you a lot.” You tease about missing yourself to be met with a groan about trying to be serious.

“What are we going to do (Y/N)?” You sit up so that the two of you are sitting side by side. “What do you mean? You're going to chase your dreams and I’ll be right here in your corner. Always.” The flicker of uncertainty in his eyes doesn’t go unnoticed causing you to reach for his hand.

“Oikawa look at me.” The firmness of your voice even catches you off guard. You could tell by the smirk on his face that he had a fleeting thought of saying something dirty before choosing not to. “Stop worrying so much and focus on all though dreams you have locked away in that giant ego of yours-“

“Hey!”

“It’s time to close this door baby and open another one. Fortunately for you, me and even Iwa are coming through this door with you.” He nods as one of his hands rests on your cheek. You lean forward stopping right before your lips meet “Fortunately for me or fortunately for you two” At that a pillow against his head ends up being the only thing he meets.

0 Days until takeoff

The somber drive causes you to sniffle. He’s really leaving you. No it’s no forever, and yes you had plans to visit in a few months but it’s not the same. Who’s going to call you up at 3 am to drag you to McDonalds because he’s hungry and a Iwaizumi blocks his number at night. Or motivates you to actually be productive by using his weird reverse psychology intimidation strategy. Or to force you to watch any alien movie that comes out, even the really bad low budget ones and talk shit about them with you.

“I’m glad Iwa didn’t cry. I don't think I could've handled you both going soft on me.” His own tone is laced in sadness, his grip on the suitcase tighter than it usually would’ve been. Nonetheless you appreciate his attempt. “You’re a dick, you know that.” The two of you walk alongside the relatively empty airport. You were only slightly glad he had an early morning flight, because your exhaustion was one of the only things helping you keep your composure. You were too sleepy to really cry, at least right now.

“You didn’t say that last night,” he sticks his own tongue out causing you to roll his eyes. “I can't believe you’re really going to Argentina idiot,” the words come out in a watery laugh before you can even stop them. “I’m so proud of you though.”

“Baby,” the sudden halt and your words are further interrupted by being pulled into a tight embrace. The slight dampness on your shoulder letting you know he had started tearing up too. The two of you stand there a few moments before he pulls away, a calmer look in his eyes. “If Iwa saw us right now he’d be disgusted. Now cheer up.” You laugh in agreement, leaning up for a kiss.

“Before I forget, here” you hand him an envelope and he just looks, before taking it with a wave of his hand. “A love letter. What are you? A fan?” The tease is laced with adoration as he presses a kid against the crown of your hair. “It’s everything I couldnt think to say aloud shittykawa. Don’t open it up I leave though. It’s embarrassing,” you groan placing your hands on his chest. “How cute.” His lips come back down towards yours, this time more forceful. The hands that were hanging at his side now interlocked against your waist pulling you closer to him. All thoughts of the two of you being in some random airport hallway gone as your tongue finds its way into his mouth and you Before aware of his tightening grip on your waist.

“A love letter. And a goodbye kiss like that. My lucky day huh,” Oikawa pants out, eyes shining.

“Only because you're leaving,” you smile, breathing heavier as well. “Imagine when we see each other again in a few months.” His laugh causes you to smile even more. “That thought is the only thing going to get me through”

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The text is the first thing you wake up.

“I read your letter and I just wanted to tell you that I’m so fucking in love with you. I miss you already and I can't wait to hear your pretty voice. Hope you slept well (without me) and call me when you wake up. Love you”

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Dear Shittykawa,

First off I love you. I’m so proud of you for chasing your dreams. Never ever forget your pride because it’s your biggest weapon baby. Now I have a few wishes for you. I hope that life becomes all that you want it to. You may suck on the outside but you deserve it. I hope that Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small. Whenever you feel overwhelmed, call me or Iwa or your mom. I don’t care. Anytime of the day or night and I’ll be there. You never need to carry more than you can hold. Lastly I hope you know that someone (aka me) loves you more than all the stars in the sky. I want great things for you. So while you’re busy doing great things. Remember that. See you in 4 months my love.

-(Y/N)

A/N: Ok hi guys this authors note is really just here to please ask you all to support black lives matter. Please keep up with the news because this time it’s different. They are continuing to kill us. Support your black friends. Check in on them mentally. Use your privilege to make a difference. Those pledges you keep seeing? SIGN THEM. DONATE if you can (but not to change/./com). EDUCATE yourself on what you can do. This is becoming a culmination of hundreds of years of hurt and oppression. In a better generational perspective: from Rodney King and the LA riots in the 90s to YESTERDAY where a black peaceful protester was shot and killed. 19 years old. Couldn't even legally buy a drink and theyre dead. We’re tired of dying. We’re tired of that thought in the back of our mind of “this could be me or my loved one. Just another hashtag” so please when all the major coverage of this stops don’t just brush this under the rug. Keep sharing smaller news coverage, tweets, etc. and lastly; please STOP with the “I’m glad I’m not in America” type of comments because i guarantee you. Your country is racist as hell too. It’s just not caught on camera and you as a non black person don’t notice it. If you choose to stay silent, you’ve picked your side. . Anyways if you read this thank you!

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #oikawa x reader #oikawa imagine #remember: ACAB and BLM #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #hq imagines

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iwantitiwriteit · 5 years ago

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Slow Burn: Act I - Part 5

The Lip Sync Battle

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

Summary: Growing tensions between you and Chris overflow in the most musical of battles.

Warnings: Profanity, drunken silliness

Notes: Oh my fucking gosh, I fucking finished it! This part was a BEAST to write! It’s hella long so it’ll be in two posts. Before you dive in, set the mood with the moodboard + music specially curated to go with this part! Read the previous part here.

“How about this one?”

“No, not neon enough!”

“Ok…” you hold up another top option, “this one?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Alright. This?“

“Uh—”

“Uggggghhhhh!!!” It’s been 45 minutes of trying to decide on an outfit and your patience is running thin. “I’m this close,” you put up a microscopic amount of space between your pointer finger and thumb, “THIS CLOSE to leaving in my pajamas. Don’t think I won’t do it!”

Your older sister, Lynn, laughs at your dramatics from her spot on the end of your bed in her guestroom. “Oooo won’t the paps love that! I just want to make sure you slay tonight! You never know what Hottie McDotties might be in there…”

You scoff, “I’m trying to be low key tonight and not draw any attention to myself. Tonight is not about me.” You look over to your sister who is distractedly sorting through the pile of clothes that’s accumulated on the bed. “Do you hear me?”

“I hear what you're saying… I just don’t care. Now c’mon, let’s find you something sexy! I know we’re close!” You and Lynn turn back to your almost empty closet one last time. “What about that furry, hot pink thing?”

“Oh, you mean the jacket I impulse bought with the birthday boy?” You laugh thinking back to that day. It was the day you first met Scott before filming. We were only supposed to go out for lunch, and damn near bought out the whole plaza!

“Yeah, that one! That could be cute.”

“With my black, skin tight leather pants…”

“Your black, sheer and lacy corset top…”

“And the black knee highs to top it off!” You two say simultaneously making you giggle like school girls. You settle into a comfortable silence as you pull out the pieces of your outfit.

“I missed this— these moments with you, big sis. Laughing, being silly— “

“Talking about boys,” she finishes for you. You roll your eyes, but smile in agreement as Lynn continues. “Me too… god, why’d we both have to be successful?” she says mockingly, making you both laugh again.

“Honestly, the real question is why'd you have to move to Boston?” You asked a lot less like an inquiring adult and more like a pouting toddler.

It’s Lynn’s turn to roll her eyes as she sighs deeply. “You sound like dad.”

“You’ve got some nerve,” she starts in a playful tone. “You’re literally the one who is never in one city for more than a day. You being here for these months is unprecedented.” It’s true; your touring schedule made it where you’d been any- and everywhere, except with family as of late.

“Now who sounds like dad.”

“Sorry, but you opened yourself up for it!”

You huff out a sigh, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Lynn hopped up from the bed and headed for the door, “Uh-huh. I’m gonna warm up the car. Be down in 20.”

“Sure, I can do that.”

“I wasn’t asking. I was instructing.”

“And I oop— she said she’s being a big sister tonight!” you laughed out as you turned around to start getting dressed, hair and makeup already done. Lynn began to leave the room, rolling her eyes at you not taking her seriously.

Suddenly, you were met with a pillow to the back of your head. “What the hell!” The sound of your sister running down the hall and laughing maniacally fill the house. “Hey! Not the curls!” you yelled after her, closing the door.

Just then your phone vibrated with a FaceTime call. You went over to it on the dresser and tapped the screen to answer, the view fixed on the ceiling. The screen filled with a visibly excited Scott, his face a little red from excitement, face a little sweaty from dancing. There was music and loud chatter on his end. Shit! He’s already there! I’m late! “Heeelllooooo? Anybody there?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you peek one eye into the frame, “I’m getting dressed. What’s up?”

“What’s up is that everybody is here, and you are not,” he tapped his camera for emphasis.

“I’ll be there soon. Beauty takes time, ya know!” Each sarcastic word accented with a huff and jump to get in your tight pants. “Whew!”

“What the hell are you doing?” Scott’s eyes peered with genuine curiosity as he sipped a fruity drink.

“I already told you I’m getting dressed.”

“It takes all of that?”

“Listen, as the great philosopher Beyoncé once said, ‘if you don't jump to put jeans on, baby, you don't feel my pain!’ Ok?”

Scott laughed, “OK, yes ma’am!”

“So… who all is there?” Scott knows just what you're asking; if Chris is there.

Chosing to play dumb and not give you defenitive answer, Scott asks. “Is there anybody in particular you’re looking forward to seeing?”

“More like who I’m not looking forward to seeing…” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” You said for a quick cover, Scott giving you a knowing look. “You know I’m looking forward to seeing your ‘Ma’; I love that y’all call her that. It’s so New England!”

Scott chuckles, “She’s looking forward to seeing you too. She calls you her ‘lovely lunch buddy’.” Being close with Scott on set meant that you’d gotten to meet his mom. She’d taken a liking to you after joining you and Scott for lunch one day, and started joining you as often as she could.

“Awwww, she’s too sweet! I’m gonna let you go now; I gotta finish getting cute for her.”

“Only her?” Scott said with a smirk. Please… Chris could kiss my a—

“Only her. I’ll see you later Scott, and happy birthday for the gazillionth time!”

“Thanks love, see you later!”

With one last fluff of your fro, pop of your lipstick, and once over in the mirror, and you felt ready. Collecting your phone and bag, you headed out for the night.

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“Sooo....” Lynn turned the down the music as she drove. “How do you feel about possibly seeing you-know-who tonight?” The eyeroll and groan that escaped you were almost involuntary. “What?! It wouldn’t be far fetched; it IS his brother’s birthday.”

“I know, but… do we have to talk about him? I just wanna have a good time tonight,” you whined, throwing your head back on your seat.

“You already know the answer to that.” You let out a long sigh. You hadn’t seen Chris since your game night tell-off a few weeks back, and as much as you tried to forget about him and how you lost your cool, not talking about it was starting to gnaw at you, especially knowing it was only a matter of time before you saw him again. “So, how are we feeling?”

“I…” you took a breath, “I can’t help but feel annoyed! Like, sure I ignored his apology attempts, but he’s the one that passed unfounded judgments on ME. How the hell does that make me a diva? God I hate that word! You know how that word just triggers me,” Lynn nods in response, letting you continue. “And you know what's the most annoying part of it all?”

‘What?”

“Mackie and Scott talk about him incessantly. How smart he is, how caring he is, how fun he is. I mean, I saw it, when we met in New York. But I haven't seen it since. We’re their friends, so I get what they're trying to do, but at some point, like, give it up. It’s obviously not working, nor will it ever.” You let out a sound of frustration, “I don’t know what to do. Do I keep it to myself for the sake of our mutual friendships, or—”

“Be the diva he thinks you are?” You know Lynn is joking, but that’s not a bad idea… I mean, he already thinks it of me, might as well have some fun with it… Lynn looks over to see you mischievously smiling into the Boston night and she begins to fear for the idea she’s just given you. “Oh God,” she mutters.

You look at her with a goofy grin and shrug. “What?” you try to say innocently.

“C’mon! Don’t actually consider that! Look, you weren’t expecting to see him last time, and that’s probably why it didn’t go so well. But now that you are, you can show up as the composed, level-headed woman I know is somewhere in that thick, thick skull of yours.” You give her no indication that you’ll heed her advice and she can tell. “Fine, just don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she half laughs out.

The car comes to a stop in front of the venue and you check the time. 30 minutes after the invitation time, not TOO bad. You arrived at Majesty’s, a unique, swanky lounge in a trendy area of Boston you’ve never been before. I’ll have to come back and explore sometime. You lean over to give your sister a quick hug, thanking her for dropping you off, then briskly make for the curbside entrance, needing to escape the nippy Boston air.

Once inside, you’re warmed by neon lights that illuminate the otherwise dim room. To your right is a full-service bar with a plethora of drink options on the wall behind it. Tables staggered up the middle of the room lead to a medium sized dancefloor just before a stage. Velvet curtains hang at the back wall behind a neon sign of the venue's logo. The place is packed. It is Saturday night after all. Music and conversation buzz around you as you scan the room looking for your friends.

“Hi there!” a cheery hostess approaches, her face beat to the gods, making you wish you’d opted for more makeup yourself. “Here with Scott Evans’ party?”

“Yeah! How’d you know?” She gives you a weird look, as if to say, ‘you're joking, right?’. It dawns on you that she knows who you are, hence why she knows who you’re here to see.

“Right…” It’ll be awhile before I get used to people recognizing me.

“HeeeEEeey!! There she is!” You hear Mackie’s voice but aren’t sure where it’s coming from. The hostess points up to a balcony where Mackie is hanging over the railing, flailing his arms to get your attention.

The hostess escorts you to your party, leading you through the tables on the main floor. The walk there is spent with her talking about how “tonight is like the Oscars” because she’s “never seen so many big stars in one place” but she assures you she “isn’t a creepy fan” and that there’s a no recording policy for guests’ privacy. You smile and nod politely, but you’re not fully listening to her. You’re too in your head wondering if one of those “big stars” is Chris. You’re led up a staircase near the dancefloor that takes you to a roped off VIP balcony area where you can overlook the entire venue.

You give hello’s to the people in the section; some you know from set, but most are Scott’s longtime friends you’ve never met. Feeling a bit shy, you look for a familiar face when Mackie pulls you into a bear hug. “How ya doing, Kid? I’m glad you came out tonight!” You could be reading too far into it, but it feels like he means ‘glad you came despite the possibility Chris will be here.’ You suppress your urge to give a look of disdain and just smile and avert your gaze around the section. You notice that Chris isn’t there, or at least not yet, and you’re not sure if that makes you uneasy or not. Relax girl.

You still haven’t decided on what your disposition towards Chris will be tonight, but needed to choose quickly to get in the right headspace. Before you could process what was happening, you were whisked up into a hug by Lisa. Shit. I can’t be salty to him with his mother here. She’s so sweet. Ugh, guess it’s decided.

“How’s my lovely lunch buddy doing?” she asks with a genuine smile and kind eyes.

You chuckle at the title she’s given you. “I’m doing great! How are you?”

“Better now that you’re here! Now we can get this party started!” She does a “raise the roof” motion with her hands as she bobs her head causing you to raise your brows. It would be a sure way to embarrass her children, but just makes you laugh. “I should stop before the birthday boy kicks me out,” she laughs out.

“Where is Scott by the way?”

“Oh, he should be around here somewhere...” she scans the section, squinting her eyes with her index finger tapping her upper lip. “There he is!” she points to a corner on the other side. You follow her finger to see a glittery Scott, adorned in a birthday hat and sash. He’s in conversation with a brown-haired woman, the pair laughing and slapping their knees.

As you approach, you notice someone else on the velvet cushion with them, but not at all in the conversation. Sat next to them is Chris, eyes fixed on you, expression blank. It was a matter of time. You tense up, clenching your jaw and holding his gaze.

When you reach them, you embrace Scott. “You look great!” he compliments your outfit and you give a couple poses to show it off.

“Thanks, it’s just a lil somethin’, somethin’ I threw together! Remember this jacket?”

“Yeah! You blew, what? Like, eight hun—”

“Shhh…” you stop him before he could blow up your spot, “Let’s not talk about it. Not the best show of my judgement.” Everyone laughs, except Chris who just scoffs and shakes his head unamused, making your laughter dissipate.

“We all have those moments of weakness. Hi, I’m Shanna,” she greets with a handshake.

“Yes, she is my youngest, and this is my other son Chris. Chris honey, this is—“

“We’ve met, Ma,” he offers a fake but polite smile, one you just know he wouldn’t have if his mother wasn’t right there.

“Oh, really? When?” There’s a beat of silence that’s only uncomfortable for you and Chris as you both go through your brief, sordid history silently.

“At an industry thing not too long ago,” you offer, not meeting Chris’ eyes.

“Of course, I often forget that that world is even smaller than the real world,” Lisa chuckles. ��I hope he was on his best behavior!” Chris looks up at you in panic, a look that says you wouldn’t rat me out to my mom, would you? You know she’s only joking, but the opportunity is too good to pass up on.

“Well, actually,’ you turn to Lisa as she looks at you quizzically, “He’s quite the rascal on the dancefloor; get a couple of Stella’s in him, could out dance the Rockettes!” the group laughs heartily, clearly knowing the truth of your words. Chris laughs nervously but is slightly relieved you didn’t reveal the truth of his behavior towards you since you two met. “But he’s been nothing but a perfect gentleman,” you say, looking at Chris with a facetious smile. He’s clenching his teeth into a pained smile himself.

“Really?” Scott says, ready to call you on your BS, “‘cos game night was kinda… intense. Or am I remembering it wrong?”

“Well, a little trash talk never hurt anybody,” Chris states while sipping his drink. And just like that, a silent pact was made between the two of you; to be cordial for the sake of all involved. Maybe there’s no need for the diva disposition after all…

“Right…” Scott is unconvinced, but is too in party mode to press on. Turning to you now, Scott asks, “How’s the soundtrack stuff coming along?”

“So great! I actually just got the final mix for the song I did with Miguel in New York, and I gotta say, it smells like a hit!”

“Oooo! And I bet it is! You’re literally a hit machine, am I right?” Shanna hits Chris’ arm seeking endorsement from him. He just raises his brows and shrugs as if to say, ‘yeah, sure, whatever’.

Scott isn’t amused by his brother’s disinterest. “Oh, don’t act so unimpressed! She’s literally an award-winning artist! Just the other day, you were literally—”

“Ok, Scott, that’s.... sheesh,” Chris interrupts what sounds like would’ve been a great story. “It’s not that, just that I don’t believe in creating to get awards; I believe you should create for the love of it.”

“I agree,” you chime in. “Even though I put my art out into the world for consumption, it doesn’t make or break me if others applaud it or not. What’s most important is that I do.”

“But you gotta admit it feels good,” Shanna taunts with a grin.

“Sure... but, I don't know… I love what I do so much, I'd do it even if no one gave a damn. Hell, I have for years! Only recently the recognition started rolling in. And, not to sound self-loathing or anything, but it’s been… a challenge dealing with it all. I kinda miss the days when nobody knew my name.”

Lisa nudges Chris with her elbow, “She sounds like you.” He was thinking the same thing. “How’s filming going? You guys are on Harvard campus, right?”

“Mostly, yeah. It’s kinda funny being back at a college. I kinda forgot what it was like, but memories of those years have just been flooding back.”

“All those fond memories of studying coming back to ya, huh?” Chris digs. Walked into that one.

Before you could form a petty rebuttal, Mackie called Chris over. Soon after, Shanna and Lisa excuse themselves, leaving you and Scott in the corner.

Scott checked his phone for the time, “Ooo it’s almost time for my performance!”

“Performance?”

“Yeah there’s lip syncing!”

“Lip syncing? Not karaoke?”

“I asked that too. Apparently the owner was tired of hearing drunk people screech and butcher songs.”

“Understandable. What are you gonna perform?”

“I’m thinking ‘Birthday’ by Selena Gomez, but then there’s also ‘Birthday’ by Katy Perry, so I’m torn.”

“Both great choices! And I’m fully prepared to join you for either, do a little back up, whatever you need.”

“Uh-uh, nope.”

“Whaa— why not?” you put your hands on your hips.

“Because you’re a professional performer. You will get up there and literally intimidate anyone else from giving it a try and having some fun.” A pout was all you could muster as a response. “Oh don’t look at me like that! You know it’s true. Take a backseat tonight, ok?”

“Fine, whatever.” It wasn’t fine, but you did want to keep a low profile tonight. Performing would be the exact opposite of that.

“Thanks, love!” Scott gave you a hug, which you didn’t reciprocate out of feigned annoyance. “So, what the hell was that? With you and Chris?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, hoping he’d drop it.

“Well, I know that you two had some... words, and you’re not super fond of him even though you won’t say it out loud, and—” he paused to collect his confusion. “You know what? Doesn’t matter. Tonight isn’t about you two acting hella weird towards each other. Tonight is about my favorite people coming together and enjoying being around each other. Even if they’re faking it.”

“Yes, exactly!” relieved you don’t have to talk about it any further.

“Wanna know something?” You slightly raise your brows. “The other day, I caught Chris not just listening, but dancing to your music. I mean full on rocking out to it!” Scott laughs.

Your face heats up at the thought, but you play it off like you don’t care. “So?”

“So, you’ve obviously been on his mind. And if I know my brother, I think he wants to make things right but doesn’t know how. He may just be nervous.” You just sigh and look over to Chris and Mackie across the way, roughhousing one another and laughing. If he was nervous, it’s not like you made it any easier with your actions toward him. “He’s a good man. Silly, and sometimes stupid, but good nonetheless.” Maybe we did just get off on the wrong foot…

Some of Scott’s other friends pull him into conversation, and you make your way to the bar to get some libations to sort out your thoughts.

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“And that’s when I said ‘Sis, what are you doing?’” The group crowded around drinks laughed at Jaden’s story from set, something about how you got stuck under some bleachers or something. Chris wasn’t listening. He’d long tuned out the cringey storyteller. Instead, his attention was with where you were with his mother across the way, deep in conversation.

You sat with your legs crossed, hands moving around animatedly. Chris looks you up from the heels of your knee highs, to your shiny leather clad thighs, your lacy corset that leaves just enough to the imagination and shows off your collar bone, any man’s subconscious weakness. Goddamn.

“Careful of those wandering eyes,” Chris turned to see Mackie handing him one of the two beers in his hands.

“I don’t remember asking for this.”

“It’s to quench your obvious thirst.” Mackie motions his head in the direction Chris had been staring for the past 15 minutes; in your direction.

Chris rolls his eyes. “I’m not ‘thirsting’ over her,” he takes a sip of the drink, “and I think you’ve been hanging out with those kids on set a little too much.”

“Maybe,” Mackie chuckles, taking a sip himself, “but you know I’m not wrong.”

“She’s not even my type.”

“‘Your type?’ Since when do you have a type?”

“I have a type,” Chris tries to defend himself. “Kind, humorous, humble…”

“She’s literally all of those things!” Chris just offers him a side-eye in response. “Look, I don’t know what happened between New York and now—”

“Cos nothing really happened! So what, we had a good time when we hung out once. Means nothing. Not to me, and obviously not to her.”

“You couldn’t be further from the truth my man.” Chris looks from Mackie to you. “She’ll surprise you if you let her.” I hoped she would.

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“Ladies and gentleman!” A loud voice, booms from the PA system, commanding everyone’s attention. You, Lisa, and everyone in your section approach the railing to look down to the stage where a spotlight had been cast on the speaker. “Here at Majesty’s, we don’t karaoke. We don’t want to hear you drunk motherfuckers screech!” The crowd erupts in laughter, but you look over to Lisa to see if the language offended her. She doesn’t seem to mind as she’s laughing along with ever else.

“At Majesty’s,” the speaker walks around dramatically motioning their hands like a magician's assistant, “We perform, we put on a show, we lip sync like you’ve never seen before!” There’s a chorus of claps, cheers, and ‘yass queen’s.

“We have a special birthday performance by the birthday boy himself! Everybody give it up for Scott Evans!!!” Your section filled with Scott’s friends and family go crazy cheering him on. I wonder what song he decided on.

Come and put cha name on it, put cha name on it

Come and put cha name on it, ya name

Don't chu wanna put ya name on it, put cha name on it

Come and put cha name on it, bay-bay-bay-bay-uh

“Oh my goodness! He would!” Scott surprised everyone with ‘Birthday Cake’ by Rihanna, and you have to say, he did it justice. Ansel and Jaden are his back up, twerking and being silly hype men. You look around to see everyone in hysterics and cheering, enjoying the clownery and having a good time.

In your scan of the section, you notice Chris standing beside you. You admire his profile; the way his eyes scrunch up when he smiles genuinely, the lucious length of his lashes, the sharp angle of his nose, the slack of his jaw when he brings his beer to his plump lips. Before he poured the liquid in his mouth, he looked at you from the corner of his eye, the corner of his mouth quirking up around the neck of the bottle. You whip your head back to the stage below, kicking yourself for getting caught. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, but his cheeks take on a slight rosy hue.

When Scott’s performance is over, everyone cheers and claps for the guest of honor, who takes his center stage bow and makes his way back to the section.

You and Chris look at one another, both of you mid smile, gazing at each other. Your smiles fade and you clear your throat, readying yourself to speak, although unsure of what to say.

“That was...”

“Yeah, it was…”

“Cool…”

“Entertaining even…”

“Uh huh.”

“Yep.”

You both stand there awkwardly. You’re looking everywhere but at Chris, while Chris is rocking back and forth on his heels, swinging his hands in front then behind himself.

“What a riveting conversation we’re having,” you joke, hoping to loosen up the tension.

It seems to work because Chris breathes out a light laugh before testing some humor himself. “Going better than our last conversation, that’s for sure.” He peeks at your expression tentatively to see if the joke landed, and it seems so by the small smile you offer him.

“Yeah… yeah, you’re right,” is all you could think to say. A lull enters your exchange again, but this time it feels a little less rigid, but still not comfortable or cozy. You both have the same idea to interrupt the quiet with a start of a sentence, then share a laugh for simultaneously speaking.

“Ladies first,” he says.

“No, you can. I don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Well, if we were thinking the same thing, you were probably gonna start with ‘I’m sorry…’,” he punctuated with a smile.

You, however, are not smiling. Your face is contorted in complete confusion. “What exactly should I be apologizing for?”

Now Chris is confused. Your face and your tone say that you are serious. He’s searching your face for any sign of humor, and when he doesn’t find any, says, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe for acting all high and mighty like you’re too good for a peace offering?”

“There wouldn’t need to be a peace offering if you weren’t judgemental in the first place!”

“Maybe, but my judgments weren’t wrong. You parade around like you’re queen of everything!” You glare at him as he continues his tangent. “‘OOooooOoO look at me, I’ve won a bunch of statues for my poppy-pop songs and spend my money on fufu jackets, but also don’t look at me cos I’m kinda awkward and might turn to putty at any given second.’” He mocks you in a high pitched, “woman” voice.

You scoff at his foolery and to feel enraged by his stupidly silly drunken display. “First of all, I do not talk like that!”

“Yeah, ok.”

“And secondly, I’m not about to apologize for being proud of my accomplishments that I worked really fucking hard to achieve. I’m not afraid to clap for my damn self. We can’t all be overly-humble and self deprecating and blessed with the ability to be great with everybody. I refuse to shrink myself for anyone any longer!”

‘Any longer’? What’s she mean by that? Chris’ expression softens, as does yours. You’ve realized that you've once again been brought out your box, by a practical stranger no less. The two of you share similar expressions; anger tinged with a bit of hurt. Before either of you could say anything else, not that either of you wanted to, a commotion coming toward the two of you takes your attention away from the heated moment.

Scott is making his rounds through the section, receiving celebratory high fives, kisses, and smacks on the ass. “That was incredible dear!” Lisa punctuated with kisses all over her his face, causing you to laugh at the affection she showed her grown son.

“Ok, ok, thanks Ma!” Scott said, removing his mother’s hands from either side of her face. As he proceeded to wipe off the lipstick from his face, he turned to Chris. “Bro, are you gonna go up there?”

“Nah, just gonna hang back tonight,” Chris says, sounding defeated.

“What? Why? You love karaoke!”

“This isn’t karaoke. Besides, I’m not really feeling it tonight.” That sounds a lot like what you told him as an excuse to leave the game night. You felt like he was baiting you. To bite or not to bite? That is the question. After some intense and uncomfortable pouting from Scott, Chris caved. “Maybe, and that’s a hard maybe!” Chris slurred and gesticulated as he said so.

Satisfied and then distracted, Scott wandered off to his other party guests, his mother following closely behind him. You, however, feeling particularly petty, were not satisfied with his answer. “Too cool for this, are you?” You instigate.

Chris scoffs and swigs his beer, eyes fixed ahead. “Why don’t you go up there? You’re supposedly a big shot rockstar,” you roll your eyes at the title, “and I’ve yet to see what you can do.” A lie, but only he knows that.

You narrow your eyes at him. “I would, but I’ve been told I can’t because I’m a ‘professional’ and will ‘intimidate’ others from having fun, so, whatever…” you say, mocking Scott’s request.

“Yep… sounds about right.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” The liquor made you bold, but Chris barely bats an eye at your brutish behavior. He only winks and walks away. You find yourself trying to manage the butterflies that arise at his slight act, the fluttering cutting through your irritation. What the hell body! We’re not supposed to feel this way towards him!

As you watch Chris disappear down the stairs, there’s a hand on your shoulder that you harshly shrug out of. You turn around to face the offender, but soften at the confused face you meet. “Oh, Lisa. I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Well, I wouldn’t expect you to. Not unless you’ve got eyes in the back of your head,” she chuckles. “Are you ok, darling? You look… pissed.”

You lightly laugh, “Yeah… no… I mean yes, I’m fine.”

Lisa looks at you with an eyebrow raised, unconvinced. “Uh huh… I won’t push only because it’s a party, but I want you to know you can tell me anything that troubles you.” Even if it’s your son? You nod, knowing she’s sincere. “So, Scott said that you all are free on Monday.”

“Yep, first full free day in a while!”

“Great! Well, I wanted to invite you to the art museum with me on Monday. There’s a new exhibit opening up and seniors and friends get a special viewing. What do ya say?”

“Aw, I’d love to, Lisa! What’s the—“

“Guys, gals, and non-binary pals! May I have your attention again!” Everyone returns to the railing to look at the host on the stage downstairs. “Our next performer is somewhat unsuspecting, however, a Boston boy through and through. Says he’s a huge fan of the Patriots,” there’s some “woops” for the home team, “and a big fan of singing some Billy Joel…”

“No, he’s not!” you look at Lisa confusedly, as she covers her mouth.

“Who’s not?”

“…and goes by the name of ‘Sassy Cevans’…” the host continues.

“Oh yes he is!” Scott says from your left, inexplicably giddy.

“WHO IS?!” Your question has yet to be answered as the song's guitar riff ripples through the venue. The performer explodes onto the stage, back to the crowd, air strumming along. They turn around as the first lyrics come in and your question is answered, but now you have so, so many more. What in the hell??

Part 5 cont.

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something-rants · 4 years ago

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whew.. brain capacity at 30%

memory (n.) the encoding, storage, and retrieval in the human mind of past experiences.

They say memories linger in certain scents or in objects that are linked to a specific event. Some say memories are in emotions, how one event that made us feel a specific way will remind us of another that does the same. But what of the memories that we cannot anchor to feelings or anything concrete, do we just forget over time?

My memory was never the best. My mind is always scattered and to retain happening events or information, I have to do my utmost best to focus. I always find myself recalling yesterday events and coming up with nothing, unsure if my life is really uneventful or I’m just forgetful. There are numerous times when I feel out of the loop because my family or friends will talk about something that happened and my mind bank stored little to no information. Is my capacity low or something? I feel bad, not gonna lie; I’m very insecure about my memories.

Have you watched the series “Sherlock” produced by BBC? It’s a series inspired by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes detective stories. You should check it out, it’s really good. (If you’re going to watch it, the next sentences are a slight spoiler.) I am reminded of a scene in the series where Sherlock has a mind palace. His memory storage is like a literal palace in his brain. He visualizes his memories kept behind doors and when he opens one, he recalls them vividly with all the certain details. In contrast, I’d liken my memory storage to cue cards that are unsorted. No labels, no color coding, no titles, no details. Just cue card with a key word, hoping that I’ll somehow recall by a miracle. Maybe it’s because Sherlock is observant and I’m not. Sherlock pays attention to detail, I don’t.

I made a discovery about myself and my memories though, and it’s about the MBTI Personality types. MBTI makes use of the four cognitive function—thinking and feeling, and sensing and intuition. (If you want to learn more about it, click here). I found out about this around a year ago due to my boredom during the lockdown. I took a test from 16Personalities and got the result of ISTP-A. ISTP’s have the dominant Internal Thinking which I think plays a big part with my memories. Dominant Internal thinkers tend to make sense of their present situation through their past experiences and although experiences are similar to memories, they’re not the same thing. Memories are a general catalog of what happened, meanwhile experience is the substantial information from an experience. So ISTP’s don’t really keep track of things that don’t align to what they believe or not meeting their interests. This is where I believe my memories go missing. This trait makes me more often than not indifferent to everything unless it concerns me. I don’t know if it’s a pro or con but people come to me to tell secrets, because I forget about it after a week or two. But they say I managed to help while I remembered their situation because ISTP’s are known to be objective and good problem-solvers. Disclaimer though, you might get the wrong idea—I DON’T act like I do because I found out I’m an ISTP, I’m an ISTP because of how I act.

Anyway, I guess there’s no getting behind this memory situation of mine. I guess you could say, I’m just built like this. It’s frustrating, but it is what it is. But I guess I should start keeping a journal now to help with any event that I find really significant in my life or take more pictures so that I can keep the details. Besides, I’d rather just enjoy the present rather than recalling it awhile after to dwell on stuff I should or shouldn’t have done. Just live your best in the present, I think that will be enough.

#memories #school requirement #this is basically a rant #dont expect much

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 4 years ago

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Give them what they want ch. 4

"Rajah can be base!" Fahran crowed as he grabbed the pet tiger's tale.

It was the final day of vacation before heading back to Auradon Prep, and Jordan was spending it to play tag with Aladdin and Jasmine's youngest children, 7 year old Asha and 5 year old Fahran. Not that there was much to do with the eldest, Zahrat Alquamar and her husband going cradle shopping while Aziz, Cassima, and Jay practicing R.O.A.R. moves.

But it was nice, after all the kids were adorable and all the work of keeping them out of trouble kept her mind off things for awhile.

She felt that everything was so hopeless whereas her love life was concerned, and she couldn't think of what to do. She searched any information she could on the Internet. But sites devoted to specific genie love problems were nonexistent. Which was only proving her idea that maybe she would never find love. She was never meant to.

So she tried to go on with her life and take breaks to reflect on her self worth by listening to her soundtrack of heartbreak an despair.

She had thought of asking her parents about it, but quickly discarded the idea. Genie and Eden, helpful advice. Never went well. Parenting was not their strong suit at all. They had gotten a bit restless with all the changing diapers and catering to needs and paying attention. There was a whole new world to explore, parties to start and having fun with their newfound freedom. So they turned over their parenting duties to Aladdin and Jasmine from 3 years old on. While she still visited them and spent vacations, the majority of the time, she called Jasmine and Aladdin her parents.

She had been bitter about it. But she understood that it was better she had been raised by Jasmine and Aladdin. They were dependable, they cared about her grades at school, and social life, and were the best people to call in a stressed situation. No where near as flighty, oblivious, or forgetful as her biological ones.

Okay, maybe she was still a little bitter about the abandonment.

She had asked advice from them before, specifically on how to deal with her love life and her friends using her. All she got was that in a few years, give it a couple of centuries or so, she'll find someone. Play along with it. If you really wanna forget your troubles, have some wine.

They never really felt the pain of being used. All they had were masters, they expected to give wishes, if they happened t find love, bonus. It never really bothered them because they had lived for years in a world where people didn't value them for their personalities.

Auradon was SUPPOSE to care for people for their individuality and inner beauty. If only, she could find someone that had that same idea when dating her.

"How about the fountain as base?" Jordan suggested as she gently pried Fahran's hand from his death grip on the tail. "The fountain doesn't feel pain if you jump on it too hard." As if agreeing with Jordan's statement, Rajah yanked his tail away, swatting Fahran on the cheek as he did so.

"Jordan just the person I wanted to see." Jasmine called as she and Aladdin walked out to the courtyard.

"Uh yes?" Jordan moved away to the garden path Jasmine was walking on while Aladdin went off to play with the kids.

Jasmine leaned closer to her, "Aziz told me about Pierce." When Jordan didn't answer, she continued talking with a low, calm voice, "He told me the same day you told him. I was hoping you would come to me on your own during this vacation, but since tomorrow you're leaving again, I wanted to bring it up."

Jordan felt her stomach sink. She had so much wanted to ignore the event that had happened.

"When Aziz told you about Pierce, did he tell you, how I told him that I would deal with it? That I was over it." Jordan said

"I know you don't like talking about it..." Jasmine said softly, "But I wasn't going to suggest that. I just wanted to know if you wanted me to do something with the administration. Maybe take a few days off. I know it hurts since you were telling me how.. How great he was when you were dating."

Jordan couldn't help but think of lyrics from her soundtrack of heartbreak and despair. "I loved him but only on my own."

"It's okay mom. I've been dating other people." Jordan tried to plaster a smile on her face but Jasmine's thoughtful, knowing look made her drop it.

"Which hasn't ended well. Jay told me about the limo turned python. He was impressed."

Dina had been furious with Jordan replacing the limo with a python, but hadn't reported her use of magic. Although it was against the ban for Jordan to use her magic, it had been against the Anti-Magic Ban for Dina to wish for it in the first place. So tough for her.

"Am I getting punished for that?" Jordan sighed

"No, I can imagine why you decided to do that if she had wished for that limo in the first place. Right now, I want to talk about Pierce." Jasmine answered.

"I can't do anything about that. People date me for their reasons to date me." Jordan replied.

"When it comes to me, their kisses come free but they never give all the heart."

"You can do something about Pierce." Jasmine said. "He should not be allowed at that school. Taking advantage of your magic like that. Allah, forbid that he wants seconds. You don't have to say anything, I will do the talking."

"No, Mom" Jordan grabbed her shoulder, stopping Jasmine mid-rant. "I would have done it myself. But seriously, I don't care what happened to me. It doesn't matter. It's only going to happen again."

"Not if I report him." Jasmine answered stonily, "I'm more than willing to press charges."

"Maybe there's somewhere a lesson to learn. But that wouldn't change the fact, that wouldn't speed the time. Once the foundation's cracked, and I'm still hurting."

"Not just him. From anyone. If one person can wish that, another person can. They already did." Jordan whispered, remembering the first time that event had happened. "Relationships, strangers. It's happened centuries before, and I'll have to deal with it in the future. After all, I'm a genie. People expect me to give them pleasure..."

Jasmine took a hard look at Jordan, maving her stare directly into her eyes. "I do NOT want to hear that explanation ever again. That is asinine and I will not have it. Just because you are a genie, that is no reason to allow them to abuse you or take advantage of you or rape you. You are a person as anyone else. The idea that you are "meant" to do it means nothing. You do not have a master,you are no one's genie, and you never will. "

"The world has no right to my heart, the world has no place in my bed"

Jordan wanted to cry into Jasmine's chest like she used to do when she was younger and had nightmares about those situations. "I still can't do anything though. I..you see. Pierce's third wish was that no one could get revenge on him for this. Not by physical means or through reputation. Even if you put a report, it wouldn't go through or maybe backfire. Belive me, I tried to throw a case at him and it only hit me."

Jasmine's face transformed from righteous fury to pained understanding. It only made Jordan feel worse to see it. Jasmine, her adoptive mother cared so much for her well-being. And here, she had gotten raped and she was helpless to get justice or find closure in some way.

"Mom.." Jordan ventured to tell what had been haunting her thoughts lately, "All people want from me are wishes."

"I don't. None of your family does." Jasmine inturrupted.

"But what about everyone else do. They dump me if I don't. And so far no one has dated me for any other reason, and it's been like this for years. I was wondering if anyone ever would. No one, no one cares for me otherwise.."

"They see me for what I am. Which is a horrible, stupid, dumb and ugly, fat, and stupid, simple, self-hating bitch."

"There are people who care more than about wishes." Jasmine insisted. Jordan thought of Calix, but he didn't see her in that way. Her family didn't see her that way for obvious reasons. Her parents would never but...they had left her. Her stomachs felt hollow as she had a sudden gripping fear that her relationship with the rest of her adoptive family might change. Her parents obviously thought she was a handful and gave her to someone else.

"When you once unafraid wore your heart on your sleeve, and the ones that you loved, chose to just turn and leave."

Jordan straightened her back and took a deep breath, "You're right, Mom." She said quickly, "Thank you for the talk. I better pack up before going." She gave a brief hug and speed walked to the palace. The next day, she avoided any further conversation than the goodbyes and was soon off to Auradon.

Her thoughts swirled around desperately, as she imagined what she would be left without her adoptive family. The inevitable day that they died and she was still living or worse, they see her as everyone else does and reject her.

She wanted assurance but didn't want to broach the subject with anyone. What if she brought it up, and with some thinking they do realize her bad points if they hadn't already.

"Only when you're left alone does it get sad."

At first it seemed irrational but the more she thought, the more it made sense. Clearly something was wrong with her. Why else would everyone leave her? She had to be good. She had to be perfect and nice and do everything they wanted. Say anything they wanted to hear. Be anything they wanted. Anything to keep them from leaving her. She had to give them everything they could want from her.

"Cause everybody, they love a winner. So nobody love me. Lady peaceful, Lady happy. That's what I long to be. All the odds are, they're in my favor, Something's bound to begin. It's gonna happen, happen sometime. Maybe this time, maybe this time I'll win!"

Author's Note: And it slowly comes back to the title.

So yet another chapter in this story has been completed. Whew. Things are still going down from here. Don't know when I'll update but the movie is coming! Woo!

Anyway some miscellaneous notes.

Zahrat Alquamar means Moonflower in Arabic. I thought it would be nice, since Yasmin would be so unoriginal.

Cassim was the name of Aladdin's dad so that is where Cassima comes from.

Eden was Genie's girlfriend in the Aladdin series. Until proof is shown, I firmly believe that Eden is his wife and Jordan's mom.

So soundtrack of heartbreak and despair songs,

"I loved him, but only on my own" ~On my own (Les Miserables)

"When it comes to me, their kisses come free but they never give all the heart" ~Never give all the heart (Smash)

"Maybe there's somewhere a lesson to learn, but that wouldn't change the fact. That wouldn't speed the time. Once the foundation's cracked and I'm still hurting." ~Still hurting (The Last Five Years)

"The world has no right to my heart, the world has no place in my bed" ~Burn (Hamilton)

"They see me for what I am. Which is a horrible, stupid, dumb and ugly, fat and stupid, simple, self hating bitch." ~You, Stupid Bitch (Crazy Ex Girlfriend)

"When you once unafraid wore your heart on your sleeve, and the ones that you love chose to just turn and leave." ~Safer (First Date)

"Only when you're left alone does it get sad." ~Dying ain't so bad (Bonnie and Clyde)

All grammatical and spelling mistakes are mine. Sometimes Autocorrect, depending how ridiculous it is.

#disney descendants #jasmine #aladdin #prince aziz #jordan #my fanfic #my fanfiction #give them what they want #chapter four

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