#apparently I Am Not Having A Normal One Tonight. ok.

[ward-leon]

anyone else have this feeling like you fucked it all up and its all over and you have no excuse because there was so much time to Do The Thing and shit before realizing that ultimately it probably will not matter on the grand scheme of things and that the time will move forward whether you would like it to or not

[iwritefandomimagines]

TREEHOUSE — JESS MARIANO

masterlist

pairing: jess mariano x reader

description: you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy jess’ flirty teasing. he’d be lying if he said that you didn’t make him uncharacteristically mushy.

warnings: swearing n fluff!!!, that’s all folks

author’s note: ok so i caved and started rewatching GG already — i had this idea and had to run with it! let me know what u think x

“Wow Y/N, we have got to stop bumping into each other like this!”

You looked up, rolling your eyes at the smirking boy before you as you placed down your book, “Oh yes,” you quipped sarcastically, “Such a shock to see you at your uncle’s diner that you live above and work at. Bonus points for you literally choosing to come over to my table, by the way. Usually you save our tantalising small talk for when I come to the counter for a drink.”

This only emboldened his smirk, and he glanced back to see Luke quirking his brow at his usual game — he always distracted himself from helping out by busying himself with talking to you.

In seconds he’d sat himself down in the empty chair opposite you, leaning on your closed book and staring so intently into your eyes you felt your heartbeat quicken immensely.

“What do you want, Mariano?”

“Ouch, last name?” he pouted, “And here I thought we were friends.”

Your heart was racing at how close to you he seemed to be, but his assertion of your supposed ‘friendship’ dulled this a little.

It infuriated you that he spent so much time flirting, and then every other moment acting like his having any romantic interest in you was a ridiculous suggestion.

“Friends, hm?”

In all the time he’d been loitering around, lending you books, stealing your books, making you coffee and all-round just finding any reason to be near you, Jess had never been certain his attraction to you was reciprocated either.

You’d started out shy, unsure of why the hell he seemed so struck with talking to you when he appeared so disdainful of everyone else in Stars Hollow.

And then you’d warmed to him, you’d opened up, you’d spent evenings as the only two people in Luke’s — just talking for hours on end — only to the next day seem distant again.

He’d tried to reassure himself that you did like him too, and that you were just shy, but something always stopped him from passing the boundaries of friendship beyond flirtatious remarks.

“Am I being relegated to an acquaintance?” he placed a hand over his heart and screwed up his face like he was going to cry, before relaxing it and smirking once more, “Or is your inquisitive tone your way of hinting at your undying love for me?”

“Shut up,” you shoved his arm gently, watching him feign a gasp, “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that right?”

Jess scooted his chair even closer to the table, “I totally thought that was your favourite quality of mine. My mistake!”

You didn’t reply for a moment, challenging him with eye contact and feeling your chest tighten at the way he seemed to match the intensity.

“What’re you doing tonight?”

This was new — he normally just hinted at caring what you were up to, nudged for you to give away whether you were seeing anyone, and danced around flirting just enough that he could deny it if you called him out on it.

You gestured to the book he’d made himself comfortable on, “A riveting night of draining your establishment of coffee ‘til you close, finishing this book and then probably either starting another or binging some shitty tv.”

It was only now that he looked at the book he was leaning on, clocking that it was Ham on Rye and he was the one who’d lent it to you when you’d expressed a desire to read more Bukowski.

“How’re you finding it?”

“Oh, and apparently starting the Jess and Y/N book club,” you teased, “Yeah, I’m enjoying. Thank you again for letting me borrow it.”

He smiled, “Anytime. Want me to leave you alone ‘til you’re done with it?”

You pondered his question for a moment. You didn’t want him to go anywhere, but weren’t quite sure if you should suppress your eagerness for his company.

“No, no,” you bit your lip, “Its alright. Does—,” you almost asked if Luke needed him, in the hopes that he’d say no and you could ask him if he wanted to get out of there. Almost.

“Does… what?”

“Nothing, never mind,” you shook your head, blushing crimson at how closely he watched your every move, “Its quiet in here tonight.”

He shrugged, “I was hoping you’d ask if I wanted to get out of here, because Luke definitely doesn’t need me when it’s this dead.”

You smirked, “Is this you asking me to get out of here?”

“Maybe.”

“Cool.”

“Cool?”

“Yes, Jess, cool. Let’s go somewhere else,” you grinned, pulling your book from beneath his elbow slowly and watching him roll his eyes at your teasing smile as you did so, “I was going to ask that. Didn’t want to seem too eager and boost your ego.”

He feigned insult again, “Ego? What ego?!”

He rose to his feet as you packed your book into your bag, gesturing that he was going to go and tell Luke he was leaving and quickly sauntering over to the counter, where you just about overheard Luke mumble, “Finally asked then?”

That made your stomach swarm with butterflies — this was really happening.

All this time, and things were finally progressing.

Jess briefly disappeared behind the counter, before re-emerging with his jacket and opening the door to the diner for you to lead the way out.

“Where’d ya wanna go?” you asked, your voice quiet as you suddenly felt anxious about being so close to him.

Your feelings for Jess had been growing steadily for so long now, bubbling under the surface, and now you finally had an inkling he actually liked you too you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

He shrugged again, looking down at his feet with his hands stuffed in his pockets as he ambled through Stars Hollow at your side.

“We can just walk,” you hummed, “Or we can go to mine. I’ve, uh, got a treehouse out back that my dad built when I was a kid. Or not if that’s a really fucking lame suggestion.”

He kicked a stone at his feet, “No, that sounds good. Totally lame. But good.”

That pleased you enough to elicit a small hum from your lips, and you found yourself walking a little closer to him as you led the way to your house, “Good. Follow me then.”

When you arrived at your house it was empty as ever — the reason you spent so much time at Luke’s was the rarity of company at your own home given your parents’ busy work lives.

You grabbed a few drinks from the fridge, some snacks from the cupboard, and then led the way out back to the treehouse, which was lit with fairy lights and adorned inside with band posters and shelves of books.

“I’ll give it to you, Y/N, it’s less lame than expected,” Jess nudged your side as you crawled in and slumped down on the mattress in the corner of the room, scoffing at him, “I feel honoured to have the Jess Mariano’s approval.”

“Should I feel privileged to be up here?” he licked his lips, eyes glancing over at the torn “NO BOYS ALLOWED” sign discarded at the edge of the tree house too, “Or does the sad state of the sign suggest I’m one of many exceptions?”

You rolled your eyes, “If you’re jealous that other boys may have been up here, you can just say that, Jess. But you should feel privileged because you’re the first. In fact, I can’t believe I didn’t even think twice about bringing you up here.”

He seemed to like that, his eyes glimmering as they darted between your lips and your eyes repeatedly while he found the words to respond.

“I’d say that means you like me, Y/N,” his voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, and your close proximity left you shuddering as his breath fanned over your face, “Can’t say I blame you.”

His shit-eating grin made you roll your eyes for the millionth time tonight, “Here I was about to say maybe you were right. Thanks for snapping me out of it, shithead. I don’t like you nearly as much as you like yourself, huh.”

He just stared at you for a moment, eyes still twinkling and his breathing jagged.

“Funny, except I don’t think that’s true,” his head dipped to kiss you now, capturing your lips at first tentatively and then with increasing pressure as you kissed back.

He pulled back for a second, half smirking and half dazed, “Yep, I’d say you definitely like me.”

“Says the one who initiated the kiss,” you challenged, “And has been flirting with me incessantly since, like, the moment we met.”

He raised his eyebrow, “Oh is that so?”

“Are you denying it?”

“Oh no, I’ve definitely been flirting,” he licked his lips once more, desperate to kiss you again but trying to refrain for now, “It’s just funny that you’re only calling me out on it now.”

You gently shoved him and poked out your tongue, “I can kick you out of my treehouse whenever I want, you know.”

He only leaned closer again, “But you’re not gonna, are you?”

Jesus Christ you’d not been prepared for the palpitations in your chest right now. Your heart thrummed against your rib cage, drunk on the feelings that had only gotten stronger tonight.

“It’s your lucky day.”

You kissed him again, and the arm he wasn’t propped up on scooped around your waist to pull you closer and deepen the kiss, “Yeah, I guess it is.”

You stayed like this for god knows how long, joking around in between kisses and getting more and more comfortable in each other’s company, until he sat up abruptly and furrowed his brows.

“What’s wrong? Filled your kiss quota for the night and ready to leave or something?” you smiled, tongue in cheek, and he chuckled.

“Oh no, never. Just figured as much as I’d like to just kiss you, we should probably talk,” it was unlike Jess to look as nervous as he did right now.

In the time that had passed this evening, you’d grown comfortable enough to help him out a little here.

“I really like you, Jess.”

He wasn’t expecting that — you could tell from his wide eyes and open mouth, which he swiftly shut when he realised he was slack-jawed and silent.

He reached out to take your hand in his, fingers twiddling with yours, “You do? That’s, uh, good. ‘Cause I really like you too, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help the little joyous giggle that escaped your lips, and he couldn’t help the warmth that spread through him at the sound of it, “D’you want to stay over tonight? We can sleep in here?”

He kissed your nose, relaxing back into his reclined position again, “If you’re sure… I’d like that.”

“‘Mm, c’mon then,“ you cuddled in a little closer to him, suddenly overcome with tiredness from the evenings events, “…’m sleepy.”

He smiled, a broader smile than he was sure he’d ever smiled before, happy you were finally this close to him. He dipped his head to kiss your forehead, interlocking your hands as you got comfortable on his chest.

“G’night beautiful,” he whispered, and you could hear his heart thrumming in his chest. You couldn’t believe you’d found this side of Jess Mariano. And you weren’t going to get over that joy any time soon.

“Night Jess,” you hummed, already half asleep, “You better be here when I wake up.”

“Oh I will, Y/N, I’m not going anywhere.”

———

ahhHhHhh i hope you enjoyed this !!! please feel free to make some requests if you’d like, or just let me know what you think! i’ve been in such a writer’s block funk lately — but hopefully i’m back now!

here is my masterlist if you’d like to read more of my works!

[judasgot-it]

I wanted to write something really quick for Jouno's birthday ngl, so here's some really cheesy dogshit

Happy Birthday to the blind king himself (ugh I miss him)

Scenario: Calling Jouno while he's at work. It becomes a little silly.

As much as Jouno hated the telephone, he hated the sounds of his coworkers even more.

What were they yelling for? It's four in the morning.

Who's even up at four in the morning?

Apparently them.

Every day. For the last 2 weeks.

Usually, he could have slept in for at least 3 more hours. Have a coffee that didn't taste like piss and tinfoil (everyday he hated whoever made the coffee in the lounge, no one would tell him the name of the moron who cheaped out on it. They weren't safe from him.) and get to tell his woe's to someone who didn't have rocks for brains.

But no. He was stuck here, at HQ, listening to reports that led their current case to nowhere.

Which led to yelling. Always yelling.

So answering the phone was honestly rather refreshing.

"..."

He waited a second. Why should he, of all people, speak first?

"Hello? Is Jouno there?"

Jouno felt time pause for a moment. He stopped, listening to the other members in the room.

They seemed rather distracted, not truly paying attention to what he was doing. Teruko and Tachihara were arguing and Tecchou was...he smelt gross, so probably working out.

"Sorry, who is this?"

He really hoped he was hearing wrong.

"Jouno, c'mon you know who I am. Why, is something wrong?"

When did you have their number? As far as he recalled, only government officials were ever given this number, and even that is far and few in between. He never let you know much about his work.

"I'm not trying to buy anything."

To Jouno's dismay, that failed miserably. Instead, all he heard was your laughter on the other side of the phone. Did you really think his misery was funny?

"If I find you, I'll kill you."

Jouno made threats as a part of his day-to-day life, it was easy to fake it towards you. But a part of him felt how he was cracking easily, hearing your obvious giggles as they thought of the next line to say.

"Ok ok. Sorry I know you're busy at work right now. But I really did call for something really important."

Taking a moment, Jouno sighed as he leaned against the small desk that held the phone. He waited a bit, listening to see if the others in the room were still ignoring him.

As much as he hated it, they seemed to actually notice that the "bad-things-are-happening-please-help" phone was called. His luck really is immaculate.

"How did you get this number again?"

There was a guilty laugh on your end. What had you so happy?

"Some other day, maybe. But that's not important! Jouno."

Jouno gave a very long sigh.

"Jouno, today is your birthday!"

"Yes."

He was really hoping he was as good of an actor as he thought he was, because he couldn't help how his heart was beating twice as fast at the thought of you remembering something so small.

"Are you coming home tonight?"

There was a pause.

Jouno didn't want to respond, because he hated the answer. Truthfully, he didn't know when he would have a 'normal' (for a hunting dog) workday.

He didn't even want to admit out loud how much he missed you.

"Oh, ok. You know, after your 'case' is over, we should get to celebrating. I have the perfect gift for you already, which definitely involves no clothes."

"No."

There was a pause on your end. He hated telling you no. Weird, since frankly breaking people's hearts was his favorite past time.

"Good idea. Uh..."

Jouno forced himself to listen back into the conference room, which was now weirdly quiet. There was also a small heartbeat very very close to him.

That was not a good sign.

"Thank you. Um."

He turned his head, bell-jingling against the phone, as he knew Teruko was looking up at him -probably with a shit eating grin.

"...I love you."

Sighing, he ate his pride, turning away.

"I love you too, Jouno. Happy birthday."

You sang it, not forcing him to endure the entire song. He hoped he was tall enough and facing enough away that Teruko couldn't see the smile on his face hearing those words.

When he hung up the phone, hearing the click and shut off the landline, he was forced to face his reality.

The one where he couldn't stop hearing his coworkers giggling. Particularly Teruko's, but even Tecchou was laughing somewhere deep in that stupid body of his that managed to breathe air.

He wanted to kick him.

"I didn't know you were in a relationship."

Tachihara said this nervously, but still with a smile in his voice.

"I'm not. I don't know who that was or how they got that number."

It was hard to say this seriously, as Jouno could feel the red creeping up on his face.

Happy birthday Jouno omfgggfgfg when is he coming back </3

[the12thnightproject]

Chapter 31 - Alternate View. Okatsu and Mitsunari have only one night left before she returns to the future. So why is Mitsunari wasting time talking with… Shingen? 

Mitsunari x OC; Nobunaga x Mai

Previous Chapter

Logline -  In order to protect a political alliance, Katusko and Mitsunari must pretend an engagement. But this “all business” arrangement is threatened by a coup against Nobunaga… and by feelings.

From the Military Notes of Ishida Mitsunari…

I understand the basic concept of alternative timelines … however, what I do not know if there was, at some point, only one Katsu, and the splitting of our timeline created several, or, if these multiple timelines have always existed with only minor differences. If I get a moment, I will ask this Sasuke what he believes.

A more pressing concern – the other timeline’s Okatsu (or, Katsu as she preferred to be called) is in love with Lord Shingen. Does that mean that my Okatsu is destined for this timeline’s Lord Shingen?

I am torn. I wish her to be happy. But the thought of her with him is more painful than anything I have ever experienced before.

As it happened, Sasuke and Toshiie arrived at the wormhole site before we did… and they had a third person with them. Even at a distance, I recognized the taller figure poking at the fire as the man I had just met at Aki’s. Lord Shingen. “Another one?”

I heard a soft sigh from Mitsunari’s direction. “While it was no strain to meet two additional Okatsus, I could have lived happily without encountering two Takeda Shingens.”

The Shingen at Aki’s had seemed pleasant enough –  he had also been thoroughly focused on Katsu. But of course, he was an enemy of the Oda, and as such, Mitsunari’s history with him was probably not as benign.

Once Mitsunari and I got closer to the other group, I realized that this Shingen was … not as healthy as the one we met earlier. He was thinner, and his skin had a yellowish cast to it. It appeared he was Sasuke’s sick friend that Toshiie had gone to treat.

All three of them stood up as Mitsunari and I approached. Sasuke again greeted us in that overly formal way he had. “Okatsu, Mitusunari - you made excellent time. I didn’t expect you until tonight.”

“Oh well. We sort of took a shortcut.” I’d have to tell Sasuke the rest later.

Lord Shingen looked at me and smiled. Ok. That is a weapon right there – though his smile didn’t have Mitsunari’s sweetness, it carried a metric ton of charisma. “Hello Angel. The future is looking brighter already. To meet such a dazzling creature as yourself is evidence that fortune is smiling upon me today.”

Whoa.

Dude.

Dial. It. Down.

Behind me, I sensed Mitsunari bristle like a cat whose tail had just been stepped on. Lord Shingen looked past me to Mitsunari, then said in a much less (much much less) friendly tone of voice, “Ishida Mitsunari.” His confident demeanor didn’t change, though the warning behind the words was somewhat mitigated by a wheezing cough.

Mitsunari saw the cool tone and raised it with a barely polite bow. It wasn’t icy. Mitsunari didn’t do icy. But it held none of his normal friendliness. “Lord Shingen. I had never expected to see you outside of a battlefield.”

“I intend for you to get that opportunity as well.” He glanced at Toshiie. Yup that was a consulting my doctor glance.

“I look forward to that.” And perhaps Mitsunari was. As obsessed with military theory as he was, I figured he would be interested in turning theory to practice. “However, at the moment, you are standing far too close to Lady Okatsu.”

“Ah. I see now.” Shingen’s laugh was interrupted by that terrible cough. “’Lady’ Okatsu? You are the mysterious Oda Princess who accompanied his entourage to Genba?”

How the hell did he know that?

Mitsunari stepped closer to me and said quietly into my ear, “Lord Shingen’s spy network rivals Mitsuhide’s.”

“It’s better than Mitsuhide’s.” So, apparently, is Lord Shingen’s hearing.

Worried that Mitsunari and Lord Shingen were about to get sidetracked into a discussion, I stepped in to ask Sasuke, “What time tomorrow?”

“Wormhole? Er, late morning. Or early afternoon. Theoretically.” He reached into his kimono and pulled out a bundle of papers with long sets of computations. “I confirmed these numbers before Toshiie and I left Kyoto, but over the past week, my observations have revealed contradictory information.”

The past week? As in the week that three Katsukos, another Shingen and another Sasuke were in that strange waystation? Yeah, we really needed to talk. I looked at Lord Shingen and wondered how much Sasuke had told him about time travel. Obviously, he wouldn’t be here if he weren’t aware of the concept. “Are you bringing Lord Shingen to the future as well?”

“Hopefully,” Toshiie said, just as Lord Shingen replied, “I have yet to be convinced that the healers in your future will be able to cure me. The idea continues to be a point of discussion.”

“It’s true that I can’t guarantee success.” Toshiie inclined his head toward Lord Shingen. “But I would know more after running some tests.” Under his breath he mumbled something inaudible, but knowing my brother, he was likely indulging in more Dr. McCoy style disparagement of Sengoku era-medicine.

“I have not made a final decision on the matter. It’s difficult to agree to this journey when the people of Kai are homeless, and our lands are overrun by Nobunaga’s brutes.” Mitsunari bristled again (IMO rightfully so – I wouldn’t have characterized any of Nobunaga’s inner circle that way – some of them were annoying, nosy, and micromanaging… but not brutish) while Lord Shingen paused to catch his breath. “If there is no cure to be found, I will have wasted my final months chasing a dream, rather than on the battlefield with my people.”

The Lord Shingen that Mitsunari and I met earlier today had been to the future – and he seemed much healthier than this one. While I wasn’t sure about the rules of time travel when it came to revealing the future, it would also be medically unethical to keep such information from him. Besides, I wouldn’t be revealing this timeline’s future – I was revealing another timeline’s past. Right? “Um, I think it worked.”

“Worked?” Sasuke picked up on the past tense, as I had intended him to do.

“It’s… a long story – but it also might explain why your observations gone haywire.” A very long story, and I didn’t want to continue to stand around in a circle telling it – especially when there appeared to be a bowl of stew of some kind sitting on a tripod over the fire. Technically, Mitsunari and I hadn’t eaten in a week.

Proving that he at least had the observational skills of a spymaster, Lord Shingen herded us all toward the fire. “This appears to be a tale best told with a meal… and…” he opened a basket which contained an assortment of pastry, “of course, sweets.” He sat down, then patted the space next to him. “Come sit by me, Angel, and tell me more.”

“Shingen, do I have to remind you that Katsuko is my sister?” Toshiie sat himself down in the space that Shingen had indicated.

“We can’t take him anywhere.” Sasuke magically produced two extra bowls from his Mary Poppinsesque ninja gear. Once Mitsunari and I had performed our traditional exchange of carrots for mushrooms, we all settled down to eat.

I’m not an idiot. I sat next to Mitsunari, as far away from Lord Shi- The Warlord from the Brothel! That was where I had seen him before. Huh. Yeah. Staying far away from him. I don’t know how Katsu managed to tame that one in her timeline, but I knew a heartbreaker when I saw one. Belatedly, I realized I had been staring at him since I sat down. He clearly realized that too, and he smiled and winked at me.

Oof. I scooted closer to Mitsunari. “Aki disappeared – right after you two left for Kasugayama.” I again summed up what happened at the tower. “Mitsunari and I went looking for him today. Or, well, last week, I guess.” I shook my head. I was confusing myself, as well as everyone else.

Mitsunari took over for me. “What Okatsu means is that for us, our search has lasted a day, but we spent the afternoon in a place where time has no meaning. When we left, we discovered a week had passed.”

“Time has no meaning? Holy Crap on a cracker!” Sasuke nearly spilled his dinner in his excitement, but used to flying crockery, I caught it before it spilled. Sasuke didn’t even notice. “Where is this place? Is there time for us to go there? Where does it lead? How do you -?”

He paused only when Lord Shingen held up his hand authoritatively. “Sasuke, rather than sending them various avenues, allow them to continue their story uninterrupted, until they complete it.”

Ok, I could now see how this one was also a spymaster. Toshiie was looking at him like he was a tasty treat…. Ooh, someone has a crush! But I figured his medical ethics would ensure he kept his hands off a patient.

Mitsunari explained about finding the rotating wall and the hidden room. “The room was nearly empty, aside from two trunks containing clothing that Okatsu recognized as Akihira’s. However, before we could investigate further, we were interrupted by two other people looking for Akihira.” He looked at Lord Shingen. “One of them was you.”

“Multiverses! I knew it!” Sasuke pumped his fist, then subsided at a quelling look from Lord Shingen.

“The other person… was me. Except, not-me. Anyway sir,” I directed my comment to Lord Shingen. “You, or rather he, was not at all ill – he appeared to be strong and healthy, and he did not have a cough or any problems breathing. He and Katsu said that they had travelled through a wormhole previously. Therefore, I figure that whatever disease you have is treatable.”

“Beauty and brains. Thank you, Angel. Yes, that does appear to be a logical conclusion.” Lord Shingen nodded, and a weight seemed to fall off his shoulders. Toshiie seemed to relax as well – so he hadn’t been completely confident that modern medicine could cure Lord Shingen.

“Two of you. My childhood would have been horrible with two Katsukos always getting me into trouble.” Toshiie stuck his tongue out at me. I threw a twig back at him. And since I have fantastic aim, it thwapped him right in the forehead.

Mitsunari got our story back on track. “Katsu mentioned having been in the wrong timeline prior to this – however we were interrupted again. The second interruption was from you, Sasuke.”

Once again, Sasuke looked like he wanted to leap up and perform a tribal dance of joy, but he restrained himself to another first pump. “Was I with the other Lord Shingen and the other Katsu?”

I sighed. “Um. No. You were with a third Katsu.”

My comment prompted Sasuke to scramble for his notes. Before he could get too far off track, I hurried to finish the story, with Mitsunari jumping in to fill in details that I had forgotten or missed. “When we returned to this – timeline – a week had passed. Although neither Okatsu nor I felt hungry or tired.”

“Interesting that you were able to exist in the same space as the other Katsus.” Sasuke pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “In some multiverse theory, it’s impossible for the alternates to meet without causing damage to the fabric of reality.”

“Alternates? I’m already weirded out enough without slapping a sci-fi label on it.” ‘Other-Katsu’ was clunky enough.

“You aren’t twins or clones, and ‘duplicates’ seemed even worse.” Sasuke waved that all away. “However, it might be a good idea for your brother to take your vital signs.”

I couldn’t see where that would yield any interesting data, but it seemed like a harmless idea, so I shrugged and agreed.

Sasuke had wanted to hover over the “medical exam” and continue to quiz me about the room outside of time, but in the end decided it would be better to examine the sky for updated wormhole data.

“Did the stethoscope or the cuffs freak anyone out – ow!” I glared at Toshiie when he inflated the blood pressure cuff too tightly.

“Not at all. In fact, Shingen wanted to take the stethoscope apart to see how it worked – I think he wanted to Macguyver a version of it that could be used in spying.” We looked over at where Shingen and Mitsunari were having what appeared to be an actual friendly conversation. Their mutual interest in tactics and strategy had allowed them to temporarily put aside their differences.

“Interesting. Your pulse just shot up. Katsuko, don’t go there. Shingen is a brilliant man, but he goes through women like butter.” Toshiie frowned and poked through his medical bag of anachronisms.

“Mixed metaphors much? I think the saying is mmmmph.” Toshiie shoved a thermometer in my mouth.

“I said what I meant. Women melt as soon as he starts flirting with him. When he even looks at them.” He stuck some kind of probe thing in my ear. “And you just sent a hungry look his way.”

I hadn’t been looking at Lord Shingen.

As my mouth was still full of thermometer, I kept that to myself.

“Shingen plans to stay with Sasuke, but we’ll all probably spend a lot of time together. So, just… be careful. You and Sasuke have spent years here, and Lord Shingen may gravitate to you because you’re a bridge to both eras… Lean forward.” I obeyed as Toshiie listened to my lungs.

Toshiie continued to lecture me. “Have you thought about what you want to do with your life? You could go back and finish the physical therapy training.”

I resented the parental way he was treating me. Had he forgotten we were the same age? Maybe in his mind, I was still the teenager I had been when we were first separated, but I wasn’t, and in this era, I was much better equipped to take care of myself than he would be.

Although… what would I do in the future? I’d just spent seven years running and fighting and scouting. Maybe I could get a martial arts certification and teach? I mean… it appealed to me more than going back to college. Once again, I glanced at Mitsunari, who was still intently listening to Lord Shingen.

Toshiie pulled the thermometer out of my mouth and checked it. “Ok doofus, you are disgustingly healthy.”

“There is nothing disgusting about Okatsu.” Mitsunari, demonstrating that he could, on occasion follow more than once conversation simultaneously, piped up to defend me. “Okatsu, you are as… you are like… you are not disgusting.” His shoulders slumped.

“Mitsunari, it’s ok. This is just the way we talk to each other. I know Toshiie loves me. We like to tease each other sometimes.” I thought for a moment, then added, “Sort of how Ieyasu is – he sounds grumpy but deep down, you know he really likes you.” Deep deep down.

Still, for whatever reason, Mitsunari continued to look miserable, and I would have tried to reassure him further, but Sasuke’s ears had perked up at Ieyasu’s name and he plopped down down next to me.

“Ieyasu – that’s right, you got to spend time with him. I’m kind of a huge Ieyasu fanboy and I’d love to get your impression of him.” To be honest, Sasuke’s questions kind of faded in and out of my consciousness, because Mitsunari had once again embedded himself deeply into a conversation with Lord Shingen.

Even though I absently answered Sasuke’s questions, my mind was still on, as Kayten had called him, the cinnamon roll. This was our last chance to hang out before I returned home. It had been bad enough during the times Shohime had demanded his attention – I had never imagined I’d also have to compete with Lord Shingen!

By the time I went to bed, Mitsunari was still talking with Lord Shingen. Waiting around for him would be rather obvious, so I dug my blanket out of the bottom of my pack, and curled up on the ground.

I used to be able to sleep under the sky without any problem – in fact, I often preferred it to sleeping inside. But my years here unrolled inside my head, from Aki’s rescue of me, through the months of training, all of the times I had ridden across the …

Damn it.

What was I going to do about my horse? If things had gone to plan, I would have left her at Aki’s. But I hadn’t known the place would be deserted (and potentially protecting a hellmouth).

I couldn’t just leave her. Could she come through the wormhole with us? Sasuke, Toshiie, and Lord Shingen hadn’t brought horses with them, so probably not. Even if I could bring her, could I take care of her in modern Japan? Also probably not … I still wasn’t sure if I could take care of myself in modern Japan.

Eventually, I decided to ask Mitsunari to take her back to Azuchi – maybe she would make a good mount for Mai, once her own riding improved. Yes. I’d ask Mitsunari. If he ever stops talking to Lord Shingen.

Meanwhile, it might be nice to get some sleep, but though I could shut my eyes, I couldn’t turn off my buzzing thoughts. Face it, Katsuko, you can’t sleep because you’ve gotten used to Mitsunari’s presence nearby.

I resigned myself to lying awake until dawn, and once I’d accepted that, I rolled over on my side, rested my head on my arm, and watched Mitsunari and Shingen for a while. The firelight played off Mitsunari’s face, highlighting that intent expression. Whatever Lord Shingen was telling him, had inspired that ‘learning something fascinating’ look. I tried to burn that expression into my brain, so that I could take it out and savor it some lonely night in the future.

Sometime later, when I was half awake and half lost in a dream about being stomped on by a dinosaur (likely prompted by a rock that was lodged under my spine), I opened my eyes to see that Mitsunari had spread a blanket on the ground next to me. He seemed to be asleep, with one hand stretched toward mine. I let my hand drift closer to his, and then as if we were magnetized, our hands snapped together, and he gave mine a squeeze.

I looked to his face, he was awake too. He smiled at me, one of those smiles, the ones that could always calm me. I squeezed his hand back.

“Will you come back? At least to visit, if nothing else? Will you be able to do so?” He inched closer and rested his head on his other hand.

“If I can – I don’t know. Either way… you’ll take care of my horse, won’t you?” I didn’t want to believe that I would never see Mitsunari – oh, and everyone else – again. But it had taken seven years to find a way back to modern Japan. Maybe it would take another seven years to figure out how to return here. By that time, who knows what will have happened?

“I’ll take her back to Azuchi with me.” He let go of my hand and brushed my hair out of my eyes. “I will miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.” I summoned a smile. “We’ll always have Genba.”

I felt a drop of water on my face. Great. Was I about to spoil a great goodbye line by crying?

BOOM!

Thunder crashed, sounding almost on top of us. Not tears then. Rain. Another drop hit my nose, and then as if the first two had just been the advance scouts, the sky dumped buckets on us.

In the mad scramble to get up and find shelter, I heard Toshiie yelling at Lord Shingen to put on his mino and try to stay out of the wet, then Sasuke scanned the heavens, as I realized that it was only dark because of the clouds and not because it was still night. “The wormhole’s materializing.”

Forget shelter. We hastily grabbed our things, as Sasuke barked out instructions to stay together.

In the distance, the wall of fog crept down the mountain, like a writhing avalanche.

“Mitsunari.” Sasuke gently patted his shoulder. “You need to stand back, unless you want to spend an indefinite amount of time in the future.” He bowed to him. “I have enjoyed knowing you.”

“Katsuko! Hurry!” Toshiie yanked on my arm.

“I’ll be there in a sec.” Trust Toshiie to pick this moment to be early for the first time in his life.

I turned and hugged Mitsunari. “Goodbye. You were the best fake fiancée I’ve ever had.”

He hung on tightly, his grip strong and unusually fierce. “It did not feel fake,” is what I thought he said, but it was raining so intensely that I was no longer sure.

I stepped out of his embrace and turned to follow Toshiie toward the future.

@lorei-writes @bestbryn @katriniac @lyds323 @briars7

[daffodilsonaprettystring]

An Incomplete List: Things I need to be in the RWRB movie

(Including things we already know will be in it because god I’m so excited)

Basically this will just be me listing all my favorite parts of the book so I apologize in advance for how long this will be I’m brainrotting HARD rn)

1. The callback between Henry asking June (maybe Nora tho now) to waltz and then later telling Alex he hates waltzing at the V&A idk why but this is important to me

2. PLEASE a flashback of baby Alex seeing the picture of baby Henry in the J14 magazine I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT

3. Henry’s (and Alex’s) insomnia (because I am also an insomniac and it’s an important part of their characters I feel)

4. ALEX’S GLASSES PLEEEEEASE

5. Star Wars including the Leia and Han references/mural and Henry’s favorite movie being Return of the Jedi because THATS MINE TOO❤️❤️ and also “bit short for a stormtrooper”

6. CORNBREAD AND STUFFING CORNBREAD KNOWS MY SINS HENRY buy a summer home in Majorca with the turkey Mr Wobbles and David picture from Henry and their cute little “we’ve obviously got crushes but we’re ignoring it” phone goodbye

7. EVERYTHING ABOUT NEW YEARS BUT ESPECIALLY ALEX TRYING TO GET HENRY TO DANCE AND HENRY JUST GAY PANICKING

8. Nora’s extrapolated data about Alex’s obvious crush lmao

9. RED ROOOOOOOOOM

10. “Fucking eyelashes” and also “good to know. I am very, very gay.”

11. The stupid titles they use in their emails like His Royal Horniness and Alex First Son of Off-Brand England

12. BABY and LOVE and SWEETHEART I normally hate pet names (minus love I adore that one always) but I am a SUCKER for Firstprince pet names specifically

13. I’d love to see a flashback to young Henry coming out to Bea even for just a second

14. I NEEDNEEDNEED a shot like this in the movie

(Art by vkellyeart) but yes give me a shot like this where they’re on opposite ends of the world “two parentheses enclosing 3700 miles”

15. “Say good morning to your strumpet, Henry.”

16. So I know we won’t get the Hoe Dameron and Prince Buttercup kimonos anymore (sadness) but LET NICHOLAS GALITZINE BELT HIS HEART OUT TO QUEEN I BEG

17. Since we don’t get Cash wearing one SLAP A BRIGHT PINK FEATHER BOA ON AMY PLZ

18. Bea’s lime green drop-waist Wimbledon dress with gold honeybee Gucci sunglasses fight me Ellie Bamber would rock that look

19. So I know we know they don’t dance to Your Song in the V&A but I hope Henry still plays it on the piano or at least it plays somewhere in the movie cuz i love that song also JUST HENRY PLAYING PIANO IN GENERAL PLZ AND LET ALEX LOOK AT HIM WITH SEVERE HEART EYES and then Henry falling asleep on Alex and Alex just laying awake like Well Shit

20. “Most things are awful most of the time, but you’re good.”

21. Alex’s vocabulary apparently only being expletives when Zahra busts in on him and Henry lmao and “yes we can unpack the ironic symbolism later GO” and also “I thought you were getting into international relations or something” “I mean technically—“ “if you finish that sentence I’m gonna spend tonight in jail” 😂😂

22. THE POWERPOINTS HAHAHAH and “You need to figure out if you feel forever about him”

23. “Should I tell you that when we’re apart, you body comes back to me in dreams?” Speech and also the story about the prince with his heart outside his body that met the most dashingly gorgeous peasant boy who said absolutley ghastly things to him that made him feel alive for the first time in years

24. “Sometimes you just jump and hope it’s not a cliff” and “But the thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. That’s the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.”

25. Dear Thisbe, I wish there weren’t a wall. Love, Pyramus

26. Obtuse fucking asshole and “I fucking love you, okay?” And “when have I ever, since the first instant I touched you, pretended to be anything less than in love with you?” And “I want you— then fucking have me— but I don’t want this” and ok basically you get it their whole goddamn rain-drenched love confession scene

27. The morning after, when Henry says that all the royal shit of “fine” isn’t good enough for him and tells Alex he wants him to help him try to be happy and the chance of a life? That’s one of my favorite scenes if not my absolute favorite and I don’t even know what I need out of it but I know I need it to be PERFECT, including Henry sayings he’s been in love with Alex since they met❤️❤️

28. Prince Consort Road picture plzzzz and everything that happens in the V&A but ESPECIALLY them dancing and “taking a picture of a national gay landmark and a statue”

29. “I want you to know, I’m sure. A thousand percent.” And “I completely fucking love you”

30. AN INCOMPLETE LIST. IF WE DONT GET ALEX NARRATING THE INCOMPLETE LIST WITH A HENRY MONTAGE IN THE BACKGROUND, WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THE MOVIE????

31. “You and me and history, remember? Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you.”

32. I want Ellen’s reaction to Alex being outed, and Zahra’s as well, with both of them being so supportive. But especially “do you feel forever about him?” “Yeah, I do.”

33. “I won’t lie. Not about this. Not about you.”

34. The crowd outside the palace and the crowds around the world supporting Henry and Alex oh my god i just know imma cry there

35. “You are the absolute worst idea I’ve ever had” Alex’s speech “America: he is my choice.”

36. The suitor pictures

37. Henry’s yellow rose of Texas tie

38. Alex taking Henry to his childhood home is a very small wish but I’d still love to see that

39. Finally, I REALLY hope the movie gives us some kind of epilouge like I don’t even care what kind I just want a future thing where we see them happy in the future at a wedding or literally just sitting together I don’t even care I just want one❤️❤️

I am SO sorry this turned out a lot longer than I expected but goddamn I love this book and I’m so excited for the movie my brain needed something to do lmao

[situationandmetropolitan]

About Timing

Divine timing, divine timing, timing. It seems to be a key phrase that constantly shows up on my feeds.

Timing is a tricky thing, once you believe in it, it suggests that you believe the universe is more than just a clusterfuck of chaos, instead there are plans, reasons, and meant-to-be's. So here I am, a contradictory cynical hopeless romantic, wondering are all the mishaps, the one-that-got-aways, the wrong words I blurted out, are all of those somehow part of a bigger picture destined for me, or am i just looking for silver linings for my poor luck and poor behavior.

I had this cliche rom-com trope-y moment, where I was coming back home with my groceries, a sudden relief bestowed upon me. Out of a whim, I bought all of the purple camellias from the flower stall that I've walked past thousand times. For a moment, it was all purple, my flower, my hair, my Spoify playlists in my ears. Suddenly I felt everything will be ok. Feeling light as a feather, skipping my way home, thinking, everything will be ok. No longer than 2 seconds later, the rain started to pouring down, and of course, I didn't bring my umbrella. Right at this moment, Mitski started singing in my ears :"I give it up to you, I surrender." Oh the irony.

Which brings me back to last Friday night.

Timing is a tricky thing. Sometimes you feel the string pulling you like a puppet, made you do things you weren't planning to do, but sometimes when you ask for it, it's no where to be found.

Last Friday night I went out with my friend for dinner and drinks. It was supposed to be just us two girls, chill, nothing extra, I didn't even wash my hair for it. But before I head out, somehow I felt like I should fix my hair, which led me to be 10 minutes late. My period suddenly arrived after dessert, it was almost 11pm, I was so unprepared for it I had to ask the waitress to borrow me a pad. "This night is ruined," I thought to myself. "Well, I was gonna say I could stay at yours tonight with you, and you could just give me your keys if you end up going back with someone hot, but looks like you're not going anywhere tonight." My friend laughed at me. Right, as if it's remotely possible for me to get lucky on a night out. No good-looking normal person ever showed me interest in bars or clubs, like, ever. I had already accepted my fate of all my night outs are just gonna be girly fun.

We ended up at this nightclub later that night, it's one of the most popular spot in town, and was overflowed with early twenty-somethings that night. But me and my friend, single women in our early thirties, didn't care. We're not here for men, we're here just for some dancing and a good time. However I couldn't say I didn't have a wandering eye, checking boys out. So I definitely had seen him before I ended up in his corner unintentionally.

At one point, my friend was going to the restroom, leaving me with her drink. I didn't want anything to happen in the crowded room, so I stumbled my way to a bar stool in the far back, putting down both of our drinks. Some white girl suddenly pushed me to further back, and shook her hair into my face. That's when I locked eyes with him, for the sake of storytelling, let's call him Golden Boy. He was standing at the same bar stool, talking with his friend. I made a icked face when the white girl's hair was all over my personal space, he laughed.

"You Chinese?", he asked. "Yeah." I answered, "what about you?", politely continuing the conversation. Then we get started talking, he told me about his background, how's my English so good, how did I find the club, and compared night life of Shanghai and this city, he flaunted some Mandarine Chinese. He asked me my Chinese name, and what does it mean. "Well apparently it means wise and beautiful." He laughed. "Where did you get your tattoos?", he grabbed my arm and asked. "Shanghai, Shanghai, Tokyo. I designed all of them." "Wow that's impressive!", " Told you, smart and pretty." I started to get a bit flirty. He laughed, he's got this gorgeous laugh.

By this time my friend had came back, Sabrina Carpenter's Espresso had just came on. "Let's go dancing!" He suggested, grabbed my hands. We got closer, and closer, and closer, until there's no distance between us, lips locked. I'm pretty sure I heard a "whooo!" from the crowd surrounding us. The kiss was incredible, his hands in my hair, shows just the right amount of desire.

After one more round of drink, my friend wanted to go outside and have a cigarette, we decided to go together. Before we left, there's this guy who just came into the club with two other girls. He tapped Golden Boy's shoulder, said "Hey, my friend here...", I don't know what came over me, I had never done this to someone I just met before, i grabbed his waist, he sensed it, then wrapped his arm around my neck, hand in my hair, and kissed me again. Swoon.

On our elevator ride down, I noticed his watch. I don't normally know a lot about luxury watches, but it just so happens I was doing a pitch proposal for the brand hours ago. I made a comment on it, he seemed to be a little bit embarrassed. Under the fluorescent elevator light, was the first time I truly noticed how pretty he is. Fluffy curly hair falling into all the right places, dark eyebrows and kind puppy eyes pulled me in deeper and deeper, rose colored lips, the ones I had just claimed are so soft and flushed. With all the dark features, but he just glows.

When my friend, his friend, and him shared a cigarette, I noticed his rings. It seemed like he was designed for me, tall, dark features, handsome, tasteful, stylish, gentleman, multi-cultural background, witty, and just oh so pretty. Not to sound creepy, but his face just tickles all the right parts of the folds of my brain, even thinking back, my brain lit up like a Christmas tree, no, like the night sky of the 4th of July.

We kept on flirting all night, back and forth. Somehow made it into the next nightclub. After I made sure everyone's ok, I letted out my frustration, "why am I such a mom??", "It's probably because you're a nice person." He said.

In the next club, the dancing got more steaming, the moves got more intimate. I felt his hands on my bare waist, noticeably rough, I wonder what could've happened for a boy who clearly grew up with silver spoon to have such rough hands. His arms wrapped me closer and closer, his hands were testing the boundaries. When we were sharing another passionate kiss, he whispered in my ears, "Do you wanna come back to mine?". That's when I died a little inside. Fuck, I can't, WHY OH WHY DID I HAVE TO GET MY PERIOD LITERALLY 3 HOURS AGO???. I have always been a straightforward person, but I'm not about to be so blunt right of the bat. "I don't do that." I smirked. "But you do this." he went on gave me a deeper kiss. I had no response but nod. We went on with more dancing and kisses.

The evening ended with all four of us having some casual chat outside a street food restaurant, my friend going back to mine, and his friend going back to his.

He messaged me on ig later telling me he's home, I messaged back, and thanked him for the drinks. He liked my message.

And then nothing.

On Sunday I started to initiate the conversation, because for the past 48 hours, all I could think about was him. To my disappointment, the conversation couldn't have been more polite. I was expecting fireworks, when there's barely a tiniest spark.

But then again, I am older, I am wiser, I aim to get what I want. So I laid my cards on the table, told him I think he's cute, then asked him if he wanted to grab a drink this weekend.

Next morning I woke up to messages of him liking my compliment, saying thanks, and that he might be away this weekend, but if not for sure let's.

Then I found out he unfollowed me on ig and removed me from his follower list.

Then I messaged him back as if nothing happened, trying to diverge the conversation to the night we met, which I was met with nothing but an emoji reaction.

Then nothing.

I've been sitting with this defeat for several days now. I keep wondering if things would've been different if I weren't on my period, if I had gone home with him, if we had shared breakfast the next morning. But I was, and I couldn't, all because of the timing.

Was it simply a misfortune, or was it the universe's plan to help me dodge a bullet? I may will never find out. But at this moment, Golden Boy is archived into my drawer of Could Haves, and 100% the prettiest boy I've ever had the luck to spend some time with. Which, to be honest, as an average looking, short, Chinese girl, probably is more than I could ever have hoped for.

[hermit-pride]

Day: 11. I got a notice in my mailbox today saying that my package could not be delivered because nobody was there to sign for it. USPS. The PS stands for Piece of Shite. Yes, we were home as evidenced by both vehicles being parked in the driveway. No, you didn't attempt to deliver. So tomorrow I get to drive ten miles to the post office to pick it up. No, we're not remote. Walmart, Petco, Office Depot and many other signs of civilization are all exactly five miles away. Ok rant enough.

So I was in the kitchen putting stuff away from our trip to Lake City and thought I better check on my wife who had been asleep in bed 10 minutes ago. I found her half in bed half out. Try as we might, we couldn't get her back into bed so she sat on the floor until she recovered her blood pressure enough for strength to stand up and get into bed; an hour after she took her meditation. Her blood pressure at first was 87/43. Mean arterial pressure (MAP) was 60. In the ER a blood pressure that low is likely to be placed on a continuous drip medication and sent to the ICU unless the blood pressure can be normalized some other way, like with loading her up with fluids. (All those things need to be done in an ER or ICU.

She then admitted that this happens occasionally and she doesn't consider it a fall because she eases herself to the floor.

Last year a similar situation happened while I was home asleep. She was getting off the toilet (apparently) and blacked out. She woke up in a pool of water. She had broken the toilet tank when she fell and the water was everywhere. She has Addison's disease and blood pressure regulation is often affected. There is no cure and she has to be on steroids the rest of her life. She has diabetes now because of the steroids and she has had fibromyalgia for at least 30 years. Last week she showed me her brush that was absolutely full of hair. Today she told me that she has lost about a third of it. And still losing. And with my effing schizoid personality I never know what to say when she needs to hear words of encouragement. She said I can go to Sweden or Switzerland because suicide is legal there. Stupid me should have thought it through. Wanna know what I said, "I think it is Switzerland". What a loser I am!

But by now she has learned that the stupid shite that comes out of my mouth isn't what's in my heart ...I hope.

I have been trying to list my schizoid traits that have a positive side. I can't think of a single thing good to say about my inability to think of comforting words in real time. If I could pick just one thing to "fix" it would be that. Of course, my ADHD doesn't help matters either.

Mood tonight is just a little below status quo. One more little step and I'd say I'm feeling blue. But thankfully it doesn't last.

Any amount of up or down is usually very temporary. Probably the only reason I can be certain that it's not depression🤍💛.

[nuna-adelie]

Han Jisung x reader - One or Seven?

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader Word count: 2.3k I come bearing random fluff

(Fluff / College!au / Misunderstanding / Slight cursing / Tiny mention of alcohol / Best Friend! Seungmin / Gender neutral reader / Just something that was on my mind)

Summary: After complaining to Seungmin about getting ghosted after a date, he tries to help take your mind off things by taking you with him to a party hosted by his classmate, Chan. You hadn't expected to see the ghost there, though. Just your luck...

“And then she just bailed on me!” Seungmin crushed the empty can in his hand and threw it on his tray. 

“Hmm,” you hummed absentmindedly. 

“I paid for dinner and everything,” your friend let his head fall into his hands. “Am I that appalling?” 

“Hmm.”

“Oi, y/n!” He waved his hands in front of your face, making you stop scanning the cafeteria and finally direct your attention to the man opposite you. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

Seungmin lightly chuckled and blew his bangs out of his eyes. Normally you indulged him in the stories regarding his miserable dating life, but right now, he was far more interested in what was on your mind instead. 

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Your thoughts, huh? Well, they involved a particular man and a particular date. It had been two weeks now since you had met Han Jisung for lunch and he had promised to call you. Needless to say, he hadn’t. Even though you two attended the same university, you hadn’t seen him around at all. The university was huge, but still. You would have thought that at least you would have seen him around in the cafeteria or something. Looking around for him hadn’t worked at all; the realization making you sigh. 

“Got ghosted after a date,” you said eventually. “Sucks, I liked him.”

Seungmin reached over the table to pet your head, making you let out a soft huff. Though he wanted the best for his friend, he still found some comfort in the fact that he wasn’t the only one who had a shitty dating life. Misery and company and all that. 

“Ok look,” the man said, his dark eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Chan invited me to a party tonight, how about we go there? Maybe at least one of us will get lucky.”

“Who’s Chan again?” You inquired.

“He’s in my English course, nice guy.”

Though you were not really in the mood for a huge party, you still relented. It had been a while since you had let loose for an evening and the more you thought about it, the more appealing it sounded. 

“Sure,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “What time do you want me to come over?”

~

You felt confident. Your outfit on point,  hair neatly done, and overall demeanor exuding self-love. Apparently, you weren’t the only one who thought so, because as soon as Seungmin opened his door, he let out a whistle. 

“Damn bestie,” he laughed.

“I could say the same to you,” you replied. Your friend looked like a catch: White t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and white sneakers fit him really well. You were going to be the best wingman you could tonight; that man deserved a little break. 

“Ready?” He closed the door behind him. 

“Let’s do it!”

~

The party was already in full swing when you arrived. Had you known it was a frat house, you might have declined Seungmin’s offer, but since you were already here… Might as well check it out. The two of you walked in and as soon as Seungmin found the host, he dragged you over to introduce you. Chan stood in a circle with some friends, clearly being the popular one of the ensemble. His antics involved lots of expressive faces, arm movements, and a lot of laughter around him. 

“Hey Chan,” Seungmin already had a glass in his hand and the two clinked them together. 

“Oh, hey!” He replied enthusiastically. “Whoa, who’s this? Your date?”

Seungmin frantically waved his hands in front of his chest, explaining that the two of you were more like siblings if anything. Chan hummed in amusement and slapped your friend on the shoulder. “You single?” He eyed you over his cup, eyes gleaming when Seungmin confirmed. 

“You know,” he said with continuing enthusiasm, stepping towards you and putting an arm around you. “I have this friend. Some asshole gave him a wrong number after a date and we’re trying to get him back in the swing of things. Wanna meet him? He’s very sweet.” The way he spoke was so extra, you couldn’t help but giggle. You had wanted to decline, remembering how you were going to help your friend find someone, but when you looked back, he was nowhere to be seen. As you felt your phone vibrating, you quickly removed it from your pocket to check the notification.

Seungie (23:31pm) Fighting!

You chuckled and nodded at Chan, letting him lead you towards the kitchen. Before entering, he put a key in the lock and twisted it. You arched your eyebrow at the action and in response, he just shrugged his shoulders. “Rule number one of a frat house party: Have a private room for yourself and your friends.”

You blew some air out of your nose and followed him inside. This really was much more of a private setting, no more than four people greeted you as you entered. You knew two of them from one of your classes: Hyunjin and Minho were hanging on the kitchen counter, watching something on their phone. Next to them was a guy you hadn’t seen around much before, but when he introduced himself as Felix, you remembered that he was an Australian exchange student who hadn’t been here long yet. Finally, the last person was busy raiding the fridge; head stuck in so far that one of his legs had lost contact with the floor in order to push himself in further. 

“Hey Ji!” Chan shouted next to you. “Come say hi to my new friend.”

The door closed and the man continued chewing on something as he walked over to you. It wasn’t until he looked up at you, that he dropped the bowl of mango on the floor. It shattered in a thousand pieces and everyone in the room jolted at the sound. 

“Hey that was mine!” Minho cried. “You owe me a new o-”

“Not interested,” the man who had dropped the bowl said coldly as he eyed you up and down without looking you directly in the eyes. It had taken a few seconds because of his change in hairstyle compared to the brown hair he was rocking two weeks ago, but now that you had gotten a better look at him, there was no doubt about it: There he was, the asshole that had ghosted you after your date, the asshole that you actually had an interest in. The asshole Han Jisung.

Chan was clearly taken aback by his friend’s reaction; looking between the two of you as if he was watching a tennis match. 

“Yeah,” you scoffed. “You made that painfully clear, Jisung.” You turned towards Chan and gave him a soft smile. “Thanks but no thanks. I don’t like ghosts.”

“Ghosts?!” Jisung had grabbed a broom to clean up his mess, but had angrily shoved it against the kitchen counter. “You’re the one who gave me a fucking fake phone number!”

“Oh, shit,” Chan whispered next to you. Oh shit was right. 

From the corner of your eye, you could already see Hyunjin and Minho bolting for the door, wanting to get away from this exchange as quickly as possible. Chan on the other hand walked over to the only other Australian man on campus, who was busy shoving noodles in his mouth; looking on intently. 

You threw your hands in the air in frustration. First he ghosted you, but now he didn’t even have the guts to admit it and put the blame on you? You grabbed one of the cups from the counter and filled it with the bowl of punch next to it, taking a few sips to let the anger wash over you and replace it with a small buzz. 

“Are you that much of a coward? I gave you my real number, idiot,” you retorted. “You’re the one who never called. At least admit to it.”

For a moment it was silent in the kitchen, the two men on the side starting to giggle, only stopping when Jisung snapped his head in their direction.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Chan said quickly. “We’ll leave you to it, let’s go Felix.” 

“But… My noodles…” the man replied softly before leaving the cup and trailing after his friend. 

And so here you two were, a big misunderstanding apparently looming over you. Suddenly, the air felt thicker and your anger had subsided, replaced with curiosity. So he had intended to call after all? The two of you didn’t say anything for a few minutes as you watched him clean up the shards scattered around the kitchen. 

You couldn’t help but stare at him once his back was turned to you. The black shirt accentuated his back muscles so much you could almost count them, even though he didn’t seem like a muscled guy at first glance. His arms flexed as he moved the broom, also being a sight for sore eyes. He kneeled down to pick up some of the bigger pieces and the sigh that left his lips made you think about what other sounds he would make. It wasn’t until you heard him hiss that you snapped out of your increasingly perverted thoughts and slowly walked over to him. The blood dripping on the floor made you rummage through your clutch, glad to find a tissue. 

“Here,” you said while kneeling down next to him, putting the tissue around his finger gently. “Where’s your first aid kit?” 

Jisung didn’t look at you directly, instead focusing his gaze on the remaining shards. He used his free hand to gesture to one of the cabinets and you walked over to search for the small box. As soon as you had located it, you turned around to find him sitting on one of the bar stools in front of the kitchen island. Without saying a word, you started to clean the cut before applying a bandage. 

“So…” Jisung was the first to break the silence. “You really aren’t going to confess to giving me a wrong number?” 

You sighed and let go of his hand as soon as it was patched up. After a few seconds of finding the right words, you looked at him. His blond hair was parted in the middle, accentuating his face -especially his enormous pretty eyes-, and his plump lips made you want to crash yours against his. Focus, y/n.

“I didn’t.”

“You did.” He stayed silent for a few seconds while grabbing his wallet from his back pocket, pulling out the strip of paper you had used to provide your number. He had kept it? Slowly, he started to read out the numbers you had scribbled down yourself. 

“-874.” 

You couldn’t help yourself. No matter how upset you had been at the fact that your first fun date in months hadn’t called you, right now, you couldn’t help but let out a cackle. Jisung on the other hand hadn’t yet figured out what was so funny. 

“What?” He said with gritted teeth. 

“814,” you said smiling, taking the paper from his hands and tapping on the second to last digit. “814, not 874.”

For the first time tonight he looked you straight in your eyes and you were instantly drawn to his dark ones. He seemed so confident yet so small at the same time; it was truly an interesting dichotomy. After a few moments, he had recovered from the apparent shock and snatched the paper back, looking it over intently. 

“That’s a one?” His eyes grew wider and he tutted softly. “Oh, fuck…”

Yeah, fuck.

He had misread. 

You hadn’t intended to blow him off. 

He was an idiot. Fuck.

“I eh…” he said nervously; tapping away on his phone while trailing off. Within seconds you could feel your phone vibrating and you took it out of your pocket; only to find that Seungmin had already texted you.

Seungie (23:58) Going with Gaeul to her place. Good luck with Chan’s friend! Lunch tomorrow? You shook your head at the text and opened the other one you had just received. 

Unknown number (00:08) Hey, I had a lot of fun on our date. Can I take you out again? -HJ

Me (00:09) I’m actually hanging out with this really cute guy right now, you’ll have to get in line. 

The laugh emerging from the man next to you made you giggle yourself. He got up from the barstool and took your hand, gently pulling you off yours as well. He put an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. His cologne combined with the lingering scent of the mango he had been eating made you hold your breath in anticipation. 

“A cute guy, huh?” He said softly. 

“Really cute,” you corrected him playfully. 

He took a step forward, pressing you against the kitchen island. Electric shocks made their way through your entire body as his lips found yours, applying the perfect amount of pressure. He slowly opened his mouth, tapping his tongue against your lips to ask for entry; something you gladly granted him. The kiss deepened and both of you let out a soft moan without breaking away from each other. It was only when the two of you ran out of breath that you finally did so. For a few seconds you stared at each other intently, and for the second time tonight, Jisung was the one to break the silence. 

“So,” he said, placing a kiss on your cheek. “When can I take you out?”

You pretended to think for a moment before placing your hands around his shoulders, pulling him back in and resting your forehead against his. 

“I should have time after lunch tomorrow. How about dinner?” You said cheekily. 

“I’d love to.”

Masterlist

[moccahobi]

Tangled Mess: Game Night 2

Summary: Yoongi is struggling with his feelings and his relationships. 

Paring: Hoseok x GN Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Soulmate AU, Grad School AU, Young Professional AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: A Breakup

Word Count: 627 words

A/N: I may get behind on updating links, but all the fics and the masterlist will have the tag "series: tangled mess" if the links aren't updated~

Part 5 << Masterlist >> Next Part (Return 2/7)

Jungkook was avoiding Yoongi. He watches as the man pushes Y/n while laughing loudly, hurt and anger brewing in his heart. Just last month Jungkook had asked to spend more time together! And now he’s avoiding Yoongi as if his life depended on it.

Sure Yoongi said he couldn’t hang out *one* time shortly after their dinner together but that was because he needed a bit more time to mentally prepare himself! Truly how could one expect Yoongi to survive when Jungkook (in his ripped glory) texts saying he just got out of the gym and wanted to get lamb skewers together. Yoongi might have proposed! And Jungkook doesn’t even know of Yoongi’s feelings. 

He never will. 

It was easier… safer… better to keep his feelings to himself.

Besides, it wasn’t as if Jungkook was really obviously ignoring him. Maybe Jungkook just got busy. How infrequent is it that a friend (who normally asks to hang once a week at least) stops initiating texts. Yoongi had sent a few instagram posts that reminded him of Jungkook and Jungkook responded! They chatted a bit… but nothing more… and Jungkook hadn’t gone over to Yoongi since either. 

Guess he didn’t actually need Yoongi time. 

“You good?” Hoseok asked, sitting down next to Yoongi on the couch. 

“Yeah. Of course.” Yoongi said, guilt growing as he realized how little he’d paid to Hoseok who seemed to always be somewhat on edge with Y/n. Given… if Yoongi had brought a person into the friend group because they had a public break up with their partner of a year and now knew no one in town who wasn’t associated with said ex, Yoongi would also be on edge, “How are you doing, Hoseok?”

“Absolutely chipper. Just not wanting to game tonight.” 

“Same.” 

Jungkook got up to go to the kitchen and Yoongi didn’t know what possessed him but he patted Hoseok’s thigh and got up to follow. Later he might feel guilty for not talking to Hoseok more but he couldn’t stop himself from going to Jungkook They were alone in the kitchen and Yoongi felt haunted by the things he did last time the two hung out. He was too close. 

“Oh! Hey, Hyung!” Jungkook’s eyes weren’t shining like the stars were held hostage in them. 

In fact, they looked sad. Jungkook looked sad. 

“You ok?” Yoongi asked, his mood souring more than it was before. 

Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock before he sighed, “No I’m not. Honestly, I am hurt.”

“What why?” Yoongi struggled to come closer to Jungkook, hating how he hunched in on himself and played with his hands, the glass of whatever he got long forgotten.

“I was vulnerable with you last time we hung out and you seemed receptive. Nothing changed though. I kept waiting for you to initiate something. Did… Did I do something to push you away?” 

Yoongi’s world stopped. He stopped breathing. He stopped thinking. He stopped doing anything. 

Except hurt Jungkook apparently. 

“We… we don’t need to talk about it tonight… it’s supposed to be a fun night after all… but I hate how much distance is between us.” Jungkook comes closer and for once in way too long, he initiates hand holding. Jungkook’s hands are cold and clammy and everything Yoongi hates about touching others, but he doesn’t pull away. He can’t. 

“I… I honestly wasn’t expecting this… I don’t know what I expected,” Yoongi sighed and squeezed Jungkook’s hand, “You did nothing wrong. It’s… I don’t know how to explain it but it’s all on me. Maybe we can talk about it later this week?” 

Jungkook nodded. 

“But… Kook, know that it’s nothing about us or something you did or anything. Hyung will make this right. I promise.”

[tomatosoupgroup]

hEY buster

ok so this is gonna be another one of those super-short ones that i update on sunday because frankly i am exhausted right now

(except this time, i'm actually going to update tomorrow. lmao)

here's what i can show you tonight!!!

ok so. why is there a subway map here

I'LL TELL YOU WHY

so as you may have guessed, Neo Jericho is a BIG city.

and sometimes, getting from point A to point B can be

incredibly tiring

literally life threatening

just kinda lame bro

whatever will I do !!!!!

USE THE SUBWAY BITCH

USE THE DAMN SUBWAY

GETS YOU FROM HERE TO THERE IN A FRACTION OF THE TIME!!!!! "Yowza!"

BUT WAIT

before you run off towards your nearest subway station, you gotta keep some things in mind!

it costs money!!! duh!!!! capitalism, bitch!!!!!!!!

depending on where you want to go, you may need to stop at an interchange and transfer to another line. in that case, your best bet is using the Nexus Station in Stellona.

lines can fail! mistakes happen, y'know?

there is no station in the Bolworks. if you want to go there, stop in a neighboring district and walk the rest of the way there.

also keep this in mind: it's OBVIOUSLY not done lol

the only line i've pretty much locked in is the blue line, known as the "Operum Line". this is typically used by commuters! It goes from the main residential districts (Stellona, Lumina, Episol, etc) and takes them to the main industrial and financial districts (Ironclave and Harborview respectively.)

I've noticed something a bit odd about that, though.

Y'see, when the train pulls into Cadron Station, only a few people get off. At most, I've seen maybe....15-20ish people? I'm not sure.

Now, that's pretty normal on its own. It's the end of the line, after all. That's to be expected.

That's because that isn't the odd part.

One day, I met up with a friend who works over at Agora Station, the station right before Cadron. Our lunch breaks perfectly line up, so we met every day to eat together.

I mentioned this to him in passing.

He said that was weird, because when the train arrived in Agora, almost the entire train would disembark.

I remember looking at him like he had three heads. I knew for a fact that some of those commuters worked closer to Cadron then they did to Agora.

I brought this up to him, expecting to get an "I dunno, people are weird." from him.

But unlike me, he knew the answer.

Apparently, some kind of urban legend has formed based on what happened there three years ago...sorry, four years ago. The incident back in '96. You know which one I'm talking about.

Cadron is seen as some kind of hub for bad luck now. If you step onto the platform there, you get... cursed? I've got no clue.

Frankly, I think it's a load of malarkey. A load of disrespectful malarkey, if you truly want my honest opinion...

But, what do I know? I just work here.

ANYWAYS THAT'S GONNA DO IT FOR TONIGHT

SORRY FOR THE SHORT POST I WILL GET BACK TO YOU ALL TOMMOROW

love you all

-Callie

[theretirementstory]

07/04/2024. Today is my 14th day in hospital and it doesn’t look as if I will be going home just yet! I could wrong of course 😉.

As I am unable to get out and about to photograph the flooding that has been happening here or to take advantage of yesterdays warm sunny day when the mercury hit 27c! I decided to use “throwback photos” from places I have visited. The first photo is of “Temple Saint-Étienne” in Mulhouse, a city I visited in March 2022.

So it was Easter Day last Sunday and to celebrate we were given some appalling food which I returned untouched. The highlight of the lunchtime “plat” was the birds nest cake with jelly beans, it was delicious. In the evening there was a pastry square with chicken and mushroom and as much as I wasn’t going to eat it, it was rather tasty. It certainly beat a lot of the food we get here!

On Monday,we had coffee in the afternoon 😳 with a little cake and a couple of mini Easter eggs. Anie messaged and visited me bringing another couple of Easter eggs.

Everyday it seems that something else is low, red cells, white cells, platelets, potassium or blood pressure! I must admit by Wednesday I felt quite low myself. Asking why my body wasn’t working as it should? It turns out this is quite “normal” for the type of chemo I am having now (wish they had told me earlier). Anyway, a good talking to and I settled myself down, my positivity returned and I was “up there” again.

I now have provisional dates for my stay in the hospital in Paris. However, I really need to go home for a couple of days to get my case packed ready to take.

I have run out of reading materiel so I need more books. I have had to resort to reading the blog from inception December 2016. After two full days I am only at Xmas 2019. It’s interesting to look back on though, I must admit.

This week I have chosen two songs by someone I think has been very underrated. The songs go back to 1967 and 1968 respectively. Apparently the songwriter, Cat Stevens, sold this first song to P.P. Arnold for £30 and it became a big hit for Arnold as well as for other artists including Rod Stewart and Sheryl Crow, the song is “The First Cut Is The Deepest”.

The second song, written in 1967 and recorded by P.P. Arnold in 1968 is “Angel Of The Morning”. I must say I have loved both of these songs since first hearing them in the 60’s and was only too happy to sing them at any opportunity. However, I must admit it was much the same for lots of songs from those decades.

Pauline messaged last weekend, from Barcelona, where she is currently working. At some point over the Easter weekend she had her phone snatched out of her hand and the thief made off on an electric scooter. I imagine that was quite a shock! She, fortunately, had an old phone with her and just needed to buy a sim.

I have been messaging lots of people, French friends, English friends and catching up on “Hatched, Matched and Dispatched, unfortunately it is mainly now the “dispatched” that are known to me.

“The Photographer” had his daughter for the day on Tuesday. He sent me a photo of them waiting for the stately home they were going to visit, to open. They had such fun until my granddaughter fell in mud, all over her new leggings! She was worried Mummy would be unhappy, so they took a photo to let Mummy know what had happened. This weekend he has both of his children, it was wonderful to get photos of their happy smiling faces and then of my grandson catching “forty winks”. It was ok as Grand-mere has slept rather a lot today. Hope I sleep tonight! Last Monday “The Photographer” made the trip to Kings Lynn to photograph the home side v Scarborough AFC. At half-time the score was 3-0 and he felt sure Scarborough were going to be beaten, However, they pulled off an amazing feat to win 3-4. No-one saw that coming at half-time, absolutely brilliant!

“The Reconnect Navigator” is thrilled this week as she has now been given her own cases. She worked overtime one evening and so on Friday she had a 3pm finish which was great! Makes the weekend longer.

“The Trainee Solicitor” is feeling better about his job now. A new “young man” has joined the company and is working full-time. He hasn’t worked before so comes with no preconceived ideas (which is good), he is keen to work (always a plus point) and I think given time will be an asset to the firm. “The Trainee Solicitor” has applied for his Uni course and is hoping to get that done during May, June and July. It’s all positive steps. One thing that he messaged to me, really resonated with me and I thought it was a beautiful thing to say, he messaged “It doesn’t matter how long the road is, as long as you are walking it”. I was quite moved.

“The Jetsetter” is recharging her batteries ready for the next adventure. Not only that but you do need to work to have money to enjoy these jaunts. On Easter Sunday, she spent a lovely day with “The Photographer” around York. They took a photo of the house I once lived in. A view that was a favourite of mine when walking around the city walls and some photos of the Minster and the Clock Tower at the old Terry’s Chocolate Factory.

Monique and Ludivine (her daughter) have been messaging me, plus Nadine sent a message and said she will come and say “hello” on Monday or Tuesday. I messaged the ladies at the knitting workshop, it was thin on the ground, two at first then the 92 year old lady came for the cake and a drink. I am missing all of this but the treatment has to take priority.

My best friend from senior school messaged me yesterday to say that her mum had had a stroke. She is in hospital and I hope that is the best place for her. My friend is an only child who lost her father about eight years ago. Her mum is coming up 93 and although you “expect” things to happen due to age etc., it is still a shocking time because that person is your Mum. Thinking of them both ♥️.

I will leave you with this photo of the Cathedrale Saint-Christophe de Belfort . Thé photo was taken in February last year and I likened it to the Treasury at Petra due to the red hue.

Jusqu’à la semaine prochaine

[spookymaesblog]

ACOTAR Review

Alright yall, i am 3/5 of the series done and what the fuck. I picked this series for the fucking and its FUCKING me emotionally.

(THIS WILL HAVE SPOILERS)

Basically the first book (a court of thorns and roses) starts out with feyre in the woods hunting. it is snowin like a mf in this forest and she's going on about how she has to catch something something tonight while she is out or her and her family are gonna die within a week. She's apparently in this clearing or some shit and a doe comes into her view and she is like 'oh shit, nice' and starts getting her bow and arrow ready, thinking to herself how she only has three arrows (i understand she is poor but & i dont hunt but wtf girl?? 3?? ok) and two are normal and one is made of ashwood. (some special ass tree that kills fairies idk) as she is getting her arrow ready, she looks up and sees a wolf is also stalking the deer, yikes. she is like 'oh fuck, wtf' and looks around and realizes it just one wolf and is like 'eh i can kill it' (go off queen) but then she sees the size of it and stops like 'HUH' bc the motherfucker has glowing eyes and is HUGE. she goes onto this long ass inter monolog about how the fae/old gods used to rule the world and keep humans aas salves and would treat them like shit and torture them and all this other shit. basically she is like FUCK FAIRIES loud and proud and shoots the fuckin wolf. the wolf doesnt do shit and lets her kill it, she SKINS the damn thing (oh yeah it killed the deer lmao) and puts the deer in its skin???? HELLO?? and carries it home. when she gets home, you meet her two sisters (Nesta and Elain) and her dad (kinda a loser). they are in this small shake excuse of a cottage that is literally barely keeping them alive, around a fire trying to stay warm. nesta (who is a BITCH) is like "what and where the fuck did you get that?" and they kinda go back forth over stupid shit on money and who needs a new cloak or boots (you learn nesta and elain just spend money even though they broke as shit bc their dad made a bad sale and lost all their money) and feyre wants to punch them and asks nesta to cut more wood for the fire and nesta is like "fuck you no" and feyre is like "bitch you are gonna marry a man who farms but you cant cut wood? okay" and nesta storms off to the shared room and shared bed. ( i think they all share the room).

the next day, feyre and her sisters head to the market that is happening instead the town to sell the pelts. at the front of the market they are stopped by a group of weirdo they called 'children of the blessed' and apparently these ppl are 'fairy loving whores' who pray to the fae and old gods and willing sacrifice themselves over to them. one of the girls corners the sisters and tries to talk some shit to them and elain goes useless and just hides behind nesta as she yells at the girl and goes back and forth with her for awhile and shows her the iron bracelet on her wrist (apparently wards off fairies) as this is all happens feyre uses it as an excuse to kinda slip off as it comes to an end and runs off to try and find some to sell the pelts to. she finds a big bitch standing by a fountain and is like 'work' and goes up to her and the lady is like '??? wtf you want?' and feyre is like ''you want some pelts?'' and the lady who turns out to be a fuckin mercenary is like ''who killed them??" and feyre goes "me" and the merc is like '?? this bitch fr rn?' and just stares at her for a lil and basically ends up buying them and guves her away too much money for them talking some shit about how someone did it for her once and now she wants to repay. they SOMEHOW get on the topic of fairies and the merc tells feyre how she has fought and killed one and everything that she knows and how she shouldn't fuck with them and stay away from the wall and all this shit and how she always died and shows her nasty ass leg she has. you know this bitch aint gonna listen.

later that day after they have ate dinner, they are just hanging out and it is snowing some big ass beast comes bustin throuh their dingy ass cottage screamin n howlin "WHO KILLED HIM" over and over and them whole family is like ???!!??!?!?! and finally feyre is like ''who??'' and the beast is like "ANDRAS!! THE WOLF!! and she is like 'damn.................' and the family is all like "no one killed anyone!! we promise!! just leave!!!" and the beast is sniffing around and smells his dead friend in the house and starts losing it and is screaming and feyre's stupid ass goes "what to say..... if someone did kill him......'' and the beast says "LIFE FOR A LIFE" or "you come and live in Prythian for the rest of your life on my land" and feyre is like "just kill me!!!!' and basically her dad convinces her to leave and go and live in with the beast in the fairy realm and she leaves.

she wakes up about two days later after waking up from being knocked out with magic from annoying the fuck outta the beast and is in a room where there is a fairy getting her clothes and she is like ??? and the fairy is like "im alis, im the maid, get dressed" and feyre gets pissy and refuses to wear a dress and puts on random ass clothes and goes downstairs to the dining room in this big ass manor and is meet to see this hot ass big man sitting at the table (his a blonde tho, a shame) with a gold mask on and she is like?? basically he is the beast, his name is Tamlin, another comes in, he is way hotter and a red head with a fox mask and his name is Lucien (who she should of picked) and they talk and she learns shit.

shes super annoying for a couple of chapters (rightrfully so i understand but stfu) and then finally gets okay, she hangs out with tamlin and lucien more and you can tell she is starting to like tamlin. she is wanting to learn more but tamlin is kinda weird and doesnt wanna tell her shit so she goes to lucien. he tells her to trap this ugly ass fairy called a Suriel. she does it and basically fucking DIES but is told "stay with the high lord" and shes like HUH and finds out tamlin is a high lord. she is almost killed bny these ugly ass things called a  Naga and tamlin comes and saves her. she learns that the blight is a sickness that is in the lands and thats why they wear the masks.

some time goes by and its spring and there is a festival going on and she is like "okay fun!' and tamlin is like "you cant go" and she is like "? fuck you" and she fucking sneaks out and goers anyway. well her dumb ass goes into this cave area n gets caught by some random ass fairies and then someone saves her and goes "oh there you are, ive been looking for you'' and she looks at him and is like "oh god damn" and thinks "this is the finest mf ive ever seen" and then lucien finds her and is like "YOU ARE A FUCKING IDIOTTTTTTTT STUPID BITCH" and brings her inside and tells her what the holiday actually is and how tamlin is giving back his power to the land for spring and then has to FUCK(??) and she needs to be away. she is like ?? and just goes to her room and then SNEAKS OUT AGAINNNNN later and runs into tamlin in the manor and he fucking presses her into a mall and they start making out and bumping and grinding and then bites her?? and then they go to bed.

more time goes and then it is summer or some shit i think and they are more into each other and they are having lunch or some shit and tamlin n lucien are like ??? HIDE bc they sense someone coming and lucien shoves feyres ass against a wall and covers her and puts a glamour on her to protect her and the hot ass mf from the festival night (rhysand) comes in like a jack ass and gives them shit. basically he realizes there is a glamour and is like FUCK YALL and makes it go away and sees feyre and is like "oh i know you" and goes into her mind and looks at tamlin like "why is she thinking about fuckin you??" and tamlin starts begging him not to tell this bitch named amarantha and rhysand makes him and lucien bow down to him and he leaves.

tamlin freaks out and is like "YOU HAVE TO LEAVE" and they FINALLY fuck andsays I LOVE YOU and then he makes feyre leave and go back to the mortal lands (he family thinks she has been helping a wealthy sick aunt, tamlin has been taking care of her family and made them rich again) and lucien was pissed she left. she gets back and nesta is like "wtf i remember everything you better spill bitch" and basically helps her after two weeks to get her back to the spring court after finding out nesta tried to save her.

feyre makes it back and the manor is fucked up from ppl destroying it and stealing everyone away and she finds alis there and alis basically tells her the truth. tamlin was LYING ABOUT EVERYTHINGGGGG. amarantha was a family friend of tamlins dad (dead) and was pissed tamlin wouldnt fuck her so she cursed him that he had to find a human girl with so much hate in her heart for fairies to kill one of his men and to get her to agree to come back and live on his land and fall in love with him in a certain amount of time and the curse thats on EVERYONE IN PRYTHIAN is lifted and thats why they wear they mask and she stoles bits of all the high lords powers.

feyre goes to where they are all at to save tamlin and agrees to do some hunger games ass trails with amarantha once a month on a full moon for 3 months or solve a riddle. jokes on feyre she is fucking ILITERATE. she gets the shit beat out of her and tamlin just watches. we learn that rhysand is amaranthas whore/right hand man and is taking a weird liking to feyre. he is randomly visiting/helping her. her first challenge is to fucking fight this big ass worm and she uses some damn bones and wins. lucien screamed out to help her, rhysand bet on her winning, she fucking broke her arm to the bone sticking out and is dying in her dirty ass vomit cell. rhysand comes and visit and is like 'i can save you but you have to make a deal and come hang out with me two weeks out of them month' and she is like 'fuck you ill die' and he goes to leave and she gets him to agree to one week and they make the deal and he seals it with a tattoo on her arm and heals her.

rhysand keeps basically helping her through out all the trials and the two nexts months she is under the mountain. you are kinda like ?? do we like him?? do we hate him?? its hard to tell. he is making her dress like a whore and getting her drunk every night but not doing anything with her but watching her and bringing her to her cell and helping with chores and shit. her second challenge is a fucking READING one and shes like "well...' and rhysand helps her through the bond of the deal tattoo and she wins.

the third challenge is to kill three fairies with an ashwood dagger, she kills the first two and when she goes for the third, its tamlin. she starts sobbing and freaking out as everyone is laughing ang hootin and hollering but then she remembers alis saying "you know everything already" and how she has over heard multiple times that ppl have said tamlin has a heart of stone so she goes on a limb and stabs the fucker. she is right and wins and the curse is broke and amarantha is pissed tf off and is like "WELL I DIDNT SAY WHEN HAHAHA" and everyone is pissed off and starts a riot and then feyre figures out the riddle and says the answers and amaratha is even more mad and starts beating the shit out of feyre and KILLS her.

tamlin starts sobbing and just holds her not doing SHIT and RHYSAND stabs amarathna and then tamlin starts doing shit and kills amarthana and then goes back to feyre and is like "please!!!!" and all of the high lords come up and give a lil shit light of something on her and we see that feyre is seeing something through another persons eyes and realize it is rhysands and because of the tattoo and then she falls asleep and this bitch WAKES UP!!!! and she is a HIGH FAE!!! the girl won and she was a fairy.

9/10 very good book, love the turns and twist def recommend, is a slow burn tho

[kimmimaru]

So, probably a bit TMI (mentions of mental health) for random internet strangers but oh well. I'm sticking it under a cut for people who don't care lol.

So, I've been having a...difficult time lately. I'll keep it simple and just say I'm struggling pretty bad with personal shit. Anyway, I was considering looking into counselling but the NHS no longer fund talking therapy, it's only CBT and stuff which is helpful but not what I need. So I'd have to pay through the nose. And even if I could afford it I've only been able to find 1 single person in my entire town who specialises in treating autistic people. There may be more but honestly I have no idea where to even begin looking. Also like there's loads of groups for older people and people with toddlers but nothing for parents of older kids, groups for the parents I mean. I struggle very badly with making friends and talking to people, I'm awkward as fuck and have no idea how to socialise. Unfortunately I'm not a child so don't have anywhere to go to meet people like me. It's hard to make friends when neurotypicals have an instinctual dislike of autistic people (ok not everyone but apparently they can identify people as 'weird' without even speaking to them and generally tend to avoid us). Sorry, I did say this was probably TMI, but I'm just so fucking lonely and so stressed I'm having heart palpitations. I'm not sleeping either and unfortunately I don't have anyone to actually talk to about it so this is why I'm posting this here. Its at least just getting it all off my chest, even if it's not a long term solution maybe it'll be enough to actually help me get some sleep tonight. My mum was the person I talked to about all this shit, the only one I felt I could actually confide in and she's gone. I have family but they're busy with their own lives and tbh...I never felt like they ever really got me. My dad's a very closed off man, not in a cold way, he was always affectionate but he and my mum got divorced a long time ago and since then I've never felt able to talk to him about deep stuff. I suppose it's something to do with broken trust and all that crap. My sisters are way too busy and have their own problems and lives and my only brother is a lot older than me and far away. They all love me and care about me, I have never doubted it but none of them are neurodivergent. They don't understand me really and never have (that's not a self pitying 'oh woe is me' it's just a fact). It's a very weird feeling to be surrounded by people who love you but knowing they just don't get you. I am extremely aware that people would kill to have what I do, a big, loving family and they try really hard to understand and help but sometimes you just need more weirdos like you who see the world the same way and have the same kind of issues you do. What I want is a day. Just one single fucking day where I can just do what I need to do around the house without just staring at it for hours before I work up the spoons to do it. I want one day where I can actually do something creative as I've lost my drive (probably temporary, depression usually has the opposite affect on me and I write MORE when I'm depressed for some reason). I want to play with my daughter without constantly worrying about if she'll eat something other than junk food (she's an extremely picky eater), or is she'll take a bath without a fight or if she'll actually drink something for a change (yes, we are in contact with doctors about all this, it's just an extremely slow process). I want to wake up and not be exhausted for a change, I want to not be in constant pain for no fucking reason (chronic fatigue...yay). I want to not spend my days unable to focus on anything, to not be constantly disassociating because my stupid brain can't cope with too much sensory input. I am exhausted, I'm grieving and I just want to be normal for a fucking change. Anyway, it's all a lot more complicated than what I've written and it's very unlikely this makes any sense at all. But I needed to write it down, to tell someone, somewhere just so I can stop obsessing over all these thoughts. Maybe now I can sleep.

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

Here Comes the Sun (part 18)

Danny Wagner X fem OC X Josh Kiszka

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (fem rec), biting if you squint, i think thats it!

Cont. immediately where last chapter left off,

Rose's POV

I heard a knock on the door, and then a familiar voice,

"Hey Rose, I just wanted to come check on you, Alexa told me you were in here, I brought your bag if you need it" I heard Danny say through the door. I suddenly was feeling a little guilty, he was about to be blind sided. Last he knew I was still furious with Josh. Before I could say anything Josh opened the door,

"She's fine." He said with a smug smile. Danny's face fell when he saw my flushed cheeks and Josh's disheveled hair. His eyes landed on me as he stepped into the bathroom,

"He treats you like shit all day and you just go back to him?" He asked, his tone sharper than normal, "Why? Because he sang a song that I helped him write? Does that make up for the way he treated you?" They had written a song about me, together? I didn't have any words. Danny was clearly hurt and rightfully so.

"Your jealousy is showing Daniel." Josh said in a condescending tone. Danny glared over at him and I saw his hands form fists,

"You're amazing Rose, I just wish you valued yourself as much as I do." Danny said before handing me my bag and walking back out of the bathroom. I felt tears pooling in my eyes and starting to fall. This whole thing was starting to feel a little overwhelming.

"Come here baby, please don't cry" Josh said, pulling me into him, "I know how hard it is seeing you with someone else, so I'm sure his feelings are just hurt. Don't listen to him." he kissed the crown of my head as I nodded. "You know how soft he is for you, I bet he will apologize before the night is over. But if you want, you can ride back to the cabin with me" I nodded again and squeezed him a little tighter.

"Thank you, Josh" I said softly as he let go,

"No need to thank me sweetheart." He took my hand and led me out of the bathroom, we got glares from the girls now standing in line. "They are just jealous too," Josh shot me a wink and I just rolled my eyes and grinned.

He led me to his fitting room and told me I could stay there until they got the van all packed and were ready to leave. I fell asleep on the couch apparently because next thing I knew Josh was running his hands through my hair, "It's time to go back to the cabin" I winced as I opened my eyes, "You ok?"

"Yeah, I've just had this awful headache all day, I think I probably am just dehydrated or need sleep." I said as I slowly sat up.

"You need anything before we go?" He asked, rubbing my thigh, his concerned eyes searching my face.

"Nah, I already took medicine. Thank you though." I smiled softly at him as he interlaced our fingers and he led me down the hall to the exit. We got out to Jakes car where him and Megan where already waiting for us. The boys had opted to just go back to the cabin and celebrate instead of sticking around at the venue. I got into the backseat with Josh and leaned my head on him as we drove back. He and Jake were gushing about how well the show went, and it was adorable.

"You did really good tonight," I whispered as I took his hand, "And I really did like the song." He smiled and leaned his head against mine.

"I'm glad you liked it." He paused, "But honestly I can't take all the credit, Daniel did help me write it." I was quiet for a moment, thinking about what had happened earlier in the night.

"You really love me?" I asked softly, he turned his head to whisper even quieter,

"I really love you." he said before kissing my cheek. I thought about how much they both loved me and I was almost brought to tears. No one had ever loved me like they did, how was I ever going to choose just one. I couldn't bear the thought of hurting one of them. I pushed the thought from my head, that was a problem for another day.

We got back to the cabin and I knew that Josh would want to celebrate with his brothers, that included Danny. I didn't want to make things awkward for them, and I also just needed some time by myself after being out and around so many people. I had a social battery and it was drained. I also would be lying if I said my feelings weren't still hurt by what Danny said. I knew he thought mine and Josh's relationship was all about sex, I had heard what he said the other day, 'when the last time you tried talking to her without fucking her'. Josh and I's relationship was just different, sure we had sex a lot but it almost felt more like thats how we bonded before we started talking more. Our relationship was perfect in its own way, and I knew that in my heart.

I showered, put on shorts and a sweater, and headed into my room to read. I was in there for a while, trying to block out all the screams and cheers from the living area when I heard a soft knock at the door,

"Come in" I said, just loud enough for the person to hear

"Hey, I- uh, can I come talk to you?" Danny asked, peeking his head in the door. I nodded and patted the bed beside me. He sat down and fidgeted with his fingers for a moment before he spoke, "I'm sorry, I was jealous and I shouldn't have said those things. It's just, hard for me to see you with him." he sighed.

"It's ok," I said, wrapping my arms around him, I could tell he was nervous and was sincerely sorry. "I will try and keep the pda to a minimum." He gave a small half smile and nodded back,

"Did you get anything to eat after the show?" He asked, glancing around for evidence of a bowl or plate.

"No, but its-" I started but he cut me off,

"Nooo you need to eat, I'll be right back" he said, kissing my forehead and walking out of the room. Always taking care of me. I opened my book and continued reading until he slowly came back in the room. "I didn't know if you were still feeling bad, but I think chicken soup is good either way"

"It's perfect" I said as I took the bowl. The warmth coming off of it onto my cold hands was comforting. Danny sat next to me on the bed, just looking at me. "What?" I asked with a laugh

"Nothing" He looked down to the bed, but tried to hide his grin, "Did you send me that picture of us yet,"

"I didn't, but here you can send it to yourself right now if you want" I tossed him my phone, "My code is still the same" I saw the screen light up and illuminate his face, he opened my photos and a smile crept across his lips

"I love this photo so much" He sent it and handed me back my phone. I watched as he changed his phone background. I placed my bowl on soup on the table next to the bed,

"Josh was right, you are soft for me" I said with a smirk, nudging him with my foot. He smiled as he grabbed my ankle, pulling me down until I was laying flat on the bed.

"Well of course I'm soft for you." He paused, maneuvering to himself to kiss my ankle he had grabbed, looking up to me "You're beautiful," Another kiss to my calf, "Smart" a kiss to my thigh, "funny," a kiss to my hand, "Sexy" He whispered before kissing my neck, "And I love you" He said, now hovering over me. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath, but I let out a long sigh before slowly caressing his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.

I hadn't seen this side of Danny, sure he was soft...but not usually when it came to sex. I moved my hand to behind his neck and pulled him down to kiss me, I needed him. He carefully flipped us and as our tongues slipped into each others mouths he slowly slid his slightly rough, callused hands up my sides under my shirt.

"Did you lock the door?" I asked, pulling away briefly before going right back to kissing him, he nodded. He slipped my sweater over my head, his hand instantly finding my breast. He sat up, taking my nipple into his mouth, I moaned quietly as his teeth grazed against it. I took this opportunity to slide his shirt over his head.

His arms held me close, pulling my chest flush to his, as he kissed my neck so tenderly It was heavenly. I started grinding my hips into his, eliciting a sound from somewhere deep in his chest. He leaned even further forward and leaned me back onto the mattress again, my head at the foot of the bed. He raised to his knees and took off his flannel pants, discarding them on the floor,

"You alright if we go slow tonight angel?" He asked in a low sensual voice, again, all I could do was nod, he was so beautiful. His toned body being illuminated by the moonlight peeking in through the curtains, along with the small lamp on the other side of the room. He pulled his hair up into a bun and then slowly slid my shorts down my legs. He settled on his stomach between my legs,

"god, you are so perfect," He said like it took all of the air from his lungs, like he couldn't believe I was his. He kissed the inside of my thigh before looping his arms under my legs and finally putting his mouth to my clit. I was already so sensitive from grinding against him that any touch at all was almost overwhelming. My hips bucked into his face as I tightly gripped the sheets on the bed, my other hand flying to cover my mouth.

Danny noticed my grip on the sheets and took my hand in his, interlacing our fingers. His other hand moved to drape over my stomach, holding my still. He continued to work at me with his tongue until I was so close to the edge it was blinding.

He could tell, Danny could read my body language exceptionally well. He removed his face from me and I whined at the loss of contact. "Don't worry, I just want you to cum with me" He said as he kissed up my stomach, climbing over me, never letting go of my hand as he pinned it above my head.

"I love you" I said out of breath. I had never thought I'd say it during sex, but I did, god I loved him.

"I love you too, Rose" He said as he leaned down and kissed at my neck, biting softly as a small bit of the Danny I was used to peeked through. I felt him slide his tip through my wetness before slowly pressing into me. He knowingly kissed me deeply, swallowing the moan he knew he'd draw from me. He breathed out loudly through his nose as he pushed in to the hilt.

He started his slow but deep pace, keeping my arm pinned above my head, his other on my hip. His face was buried in my neck as words of praise and soft moans left his lips. He steadily sped up his pace, rapidly dragging me back to the edge I was at earlier, his hot breath still on my neck when he abruptly sat up,

"I'm close, be a good girl and cum with me Angel" He said as he slipped his hand between us, rubbing slow but effective circles on my clit. I nodded feverishly, trying my best to stay quiet. The words and his fingers on my clit had my climax rushing over me in waves, and as I tightened around him, I felt him spill into me, his soft grunts and ragged breathing filling the room. He collapsed onto me, placing more tender kisses anywhere he felt necessary. He removed himself and placed another kiss on my lips before standing and slipping on his flannel pants. He handed me his shirt before grabbing my bowl of soup,

"I'm going to go reheat this and get us water, and then..we are going to cuddle" He gave me a very serious look followed by a sweet smile,

"Alright," I giggled softly. After a moment he came back into the room, handing me the soup.

"I'll be right back, Sam is shit faced and the twins are too, so I have to help get him to his room and then hide all the booze" He rolled his eyes as I laughed. It took longer than I expected, giving me time to finish my soup and then slouch in bed and grab my book. Danny finally walked back in and by this point he looked exhausted. I patted the bed between my legs and he happily obliged, laying between my legs and placing his head on my stomach. He melted into me and sighed deeply,

"You know" I paused, taking the hair tie from his messy bun and gently raking my finger through his hair, gently scratching his scalp as he closed his eyes, "You are always taking care of other people. Who takes care of you?"

"You are, right now" He said in a tired, gravely voice, "Just being a quiet, calm, place for me to retreat to...you take care of me more than you know." I leaned forward and kissed his temple,

"I'm glad I can be that for you" I said softly, pulling the covers over him. "You gonna sleep down there or are you going to come up here?" I didn't hear an answer, he had already fallen asleep. I continued to run my hands through his hair gently, just taking in the moment before I also drifted to sleep.

[afairytalestray]

Day 19 of Cats-pril - swag bag! @storyweaverofgondor you know I gotta write the coricojerrie, tis my curse! Also on Ao3 here.

..

Teazer giggled as Mungojerrie shoved another sapphire brooch into their swag bag. Jerrie only half-heartedly shushed her. These humans were stupid, leaving a window on the latch was basically an open invitation to Victoria Grove’s best Cat-burglar duo. The more pretty things he could nab, the better, it would make his choice of gift later on easier. Or harder? Maybe harder. But more options was a good thing, only the best would do, after all.

“Does he even like jewellery?” Rumpleteazer snorted as she looped a new string of pearls around her neck.

“He likes fancy rocks! These are extra sparkly fancy rocks,” Jerrie argued. True, he had never seen Coricopat wear any jewellery, but he had seen him sneak past a large sleeping pollicle once to pull a keyring with a green stone off an unsuspecting human’s handbag. His blatant disregard for the rules of ownership had made Jerrie giddy. It turned out the stone was a crystal called “Aventurine”, and it was lucky and had something to do with your heart chakra. This was something that Jerrie had, apparently. Cori was wonderfully weird and Jerrie loved him. 

“Oh yeah, him and Tantomile do magic stuff with crystals, right?”

“Mystic stuff, yeah.” Cori’s den was full of shiny stones he had collected. He said all of them had different uses. Jerrie had no hope of remembering which ones did which, but whenever he was out and he saw a nice rock now, he would pick it up for Cori. It was yet to make Cori fall in love with him though, so now Jerrie was upping the ante and getting him gemstones. 

“Is there a difference?” Teazer asked, tilting her head as she looked at him.

“According to Cori, yes, but he wouldn’t expect a non Magical or Mystical Cat to see it.”

“Cool. I still think the gemstones would make better jewellery for my beautiful neck, but whatever.”

“Oho?” Jerrie hummed. “You’ve shoved a bunch of diamonds in the bag tonight, and you never wear diamonds. Whose neck are they for, a certain white Cat?”

Teazer flushed scarlet and Jerrie cackled.

“Shut it!” she snapped. “At least I don’t forget how to make basic sentences when I’m talking to her!”

It was Jerrie’s turn to blush now. It was incredibly annoying, how he always got so tongue-tied when Cori was around. Impressing him would be hard enough even if he didn’t.

“At least I’m not being out-flirted by Plato!” he squawked. Teazer scowled.

“At least I don’t fear for my life every time I see Tantomile!”

Jerrie laughed at that. It was true. Cori didn’t seem to notice that Jerrie was in love with him, but Tantomile certainly had. In his defence, it was a very sensible thing to be scared of Tantomile.

“I’m not stupid enough to not be scared of Tantomile!”

“Thank the Everlasting for that,” Teazer snickered. “She can be terrifying.”

“Now try being in love with her twin, and having her not like you!”

“For real, Jer, I think she’s just worried you’re not serious, which you have to admit is fair enough.”

“It is,” Jerrie whined, “but I am.”

Teazer smiled genuinely at him, hopping over to nuzzle him.

“I know, that's why it’s so fun to tease you about! And I know you get nervous, which makes you talk even more crap than normal, but isn’t it a bigger deal that Cori does like you, than Tantomile doesn’t?”

“I mean, yeah, but he thinks we’re just friends!”

“Then get him on his own and ask him out, you wimp!” Teazer laughed. “He clearly likes you or he wouldn’t hang out with you.”

“It’s not that simple!” Jerrie wailed.

“Yes, it is, you’re just too scared to see it!”

“Well, how do I be not-scared, then?”

Teazer let out a long-suffering sigh.

“Jerrie, in all seriousness, do you trust me?”

“Yeah?”

“Ask him out,” she said, without any trace of a joke on her face. “I wouldn’t tell you to do it if I didn’t think he’d say yes, ok?”

“For real?”

“For real.”

“Fine, but if this blows up in my face, then I get everything in the swag bag from tonight.”

“Deal!”

[gender-thoughts]

May 4 2008

I’ve worn sweatpants to school every day this year. I didn’t have any reason to think this was an area of conflict or concern, but apparently it is. Mom’s gotten upset with me from time to time for some of the things I wear, but I didn’t think it was that big a deal. The day I remember her being most annoyed was picture day. I didn’t even know we were having pictures taken that day and I wore an old phone cord (you know, the curly kind) around my neck like a necklace. When she came to pick us up for carpool she looked both shocked and annoyed. “That’s what you wore for picture day??” I just shrugged. I don’t get why it’s such a big deal. 

A) it's just a phone cord 

B) It's just a school picture. 

Plus, if she knew it was picture day she could have told me. I probably wouldn’t have dressed any differently, but it’s not like I did it on purpose. I think sometimes she thinks I’m doing it on purpose. Like going out of my way to be weird, or embarrassing or something. Like with the glasses I picked this summer. We have our annual optometry appointment in the summer and while we were looking at frames Suzette walked over wearing these giant translucent grandma frames, we laughed and then she told me to try them on. When I looked in the mirror I was hooked. I walked over to show them to dad and he just kind of chuckled at me, and when I told him they were the ones I was picking he looked surprised, but just said ‘ok’. Even the assistant lady gave me grief about them, telling me as we left that I had 24 hours to change my mind. Mom wasn’t with us at the appointment, but she picked them up when they were ready and I got an earful about it when she brought them home. She asked me why I’m hiding behind these ugly glasses, and I made a joke about how I couldn't possibly hide behind them because they're literally see through, but that just made her mad. She asked me why I’m afraid to be pretty, why I go out of my way to look weird, is it because I don’t want boys to look at me? And I didn’t really have an answer for her. I just liked them. I’m not trying to be weird, maybe I just am weird. And as for boys? If wearing “weird” glasses keeps them away from me then that’s just a bonus, really.

Anyway, after dinner tonight I had a “talking to” about my wardrobe from mom and dad. It was mostly dad talking about how at a job we are expected to dress a certain way and present ourselves in the best light, and how right now school is my job, so I have to dress like it. I still don’t see why it matters. I honestly feel like no matter what I do there’s always something. Like, I dress modestly. In fact, in my sweats you can barely tell what I look like from the waist down, I’m basically regency era-ready, unless I wear the sweats I cut into shorts because, scandal, you can see my ankles, but even those end way below my knee. I don’t know, I always feel like I'm trying so hard. Keeping myself modest, and flying mostly under the radar, not calling attention to myself. But from how my mom acts you’d think I was walking around in a clown costume on a daily basis. You’d think they could just be happy that I’m not secretly changing into booty shorts every time I leave the house, but no. Like, make up your mind. Last year she got mad at me because I came home with a shirt that was accidentally a size smaller than I meant for it to be, so it was tighter than I normally wear my shirts (which is not tight at all) and she accused me of buying it smaller on purpose and wouldn’t let me wear it. It had been on clearance and I couldn’t even return or exchange it. I’m not sure what they want from me.

Mom also told me recently that I can’t keep my hair short anymore. She said I’m not styling it right and I look like a man. I don’t know what she expects me to do with it. They bought me hair styling supplies and products for my birthday. I only really use the hair dryer and I think she regrets buying it for me because I use it to make my hair stand up like a wave. But she says she won’t cut it anymore. So I guess I'm growing my hair out.