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Is there any instance of Chuuya underage drinking in canon??
It's never explicitly stated in SB that he drank with The Flags, and when Albatross hands the champagne to him he doesn't take it.
Maybe stretching it a bit here but, what if he didn't like the idea of drinking at a young age?
It'd be so funny if Dazai urged him to drink at 16 in Bar Lupin and he was like, "no, I'm not of age yet." And Dazai looks at him with the most disgustedly confused expression, pointing out that they've both committed literal manslaughter before the age of 15.
"And that's where you draw the line???"
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Btw, do you think his first experience with alcohol is the night Dazai defected, when he opened the Petrus '89 bottle in order to "celebrate"?
#i mean he probably didn't take it from Albatross cuz he was in a shitty mood#but uhhh#I think the idea is funny#I imagine his wine collecting started early because he liked their extravagance and appearance#but never actually drank from any until 18-21#also idk if that can relate to him being a lightweight#idk anything about alcohol drinking actually lmao 😭#bsd#skk#dazai osamu#chuuya nakahara#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya#tw alcohol#bungou stray dogs#silly#ramblings#rambles#J's post
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mornication /// katsuki bakugo
rating: 18+
wc: 3.5k
warnings: sex (minors DNI), pet names, unprotected sex w/ no mentions of birth control (please be smart), mentions of drunken sex (please be smart here too), phone call during sex, afab! reader (i try to not be descriptive about skin colors so all can read, but if I slip up please let me know so I can correct it), bakugo with an eyebrow piercing, hockey!au, college!au, quirkless!au, pre-established situationship, slight breeding kink, characters aged up to 21+.
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“i cant believe we did this again.”
the room was spinning when you opened your eyes after hearing the low grumbling the male voice beside you. the rays of sunshine streaming through the blinds made it almost impossible for you to open your eyes all the way, leaving you to squint as your eyes wandered around the room. all you could pick up was that you were in some hotel before you registered your pounding head and groaned into the pillow, throwing your face down in it to try and block out the world from your eyes. some details of last night came back to you, just a few, though.
all you could remember was that katsuki and the guys won their hockey game against the school’s top rivals and that caused the after party at the club near the hotel you were staying at to be crazier than usual. you also remembered agreeing to share a hotel room with a certain sexy blonde to cut down the cost. you told yourself that you guys could keep it in your pants for one night of drinking.
clearly you were very wrong.
you were almost asleep again when the bed shifted, scaring you awake from any sleep you were about to get. you turned your head out of the pillow and looked up to see the back of the man you had shared yourself with last night.
the man you had shared yourself with for multiple nights.
he was still naked. colorful kt tape adorned his back, making little ‘v’ shapes in between his shoulder blades and lower back. after the rough game he played last night followed by an intense after party, you knew he had to be sore. you watching the way his powerhouse muscles rolled and rippled as he bent down to pull on his boxers and sweatpants over his taut ass.
your mind took over and you couldn’t resist reaching out smacking his butt while it was still naked. he jumped a bit, clearly not expecting the sudden contact. he smirked down at you as he looked over his shoulder.
“‘bout fuckin’ time you woke up.” he said as he continued dressing himself. sadly covering up his ass you were simply fascinated with and covering his upper half with a tight, wife-beater black tank.
“wish i wasn’t awake. my head is pounding.”
“mine was too. left pain meds and water on your nightstand for when you woke up.” you smiled at the thought of such a sweet gesture coming from a brash man like him. you flipped over again to face the side your nightstand was on, eyeing the horse-pill sized medication and now-melted ice water. you didn’t realize you were still naked until the blanket slid from your body as you sat up. nipples hardening as soon as they hit the cold air all hotels insist on keeping circulated throughout their rooms. you quickly took the gigantic pills and drank half of the water before flopping back onto the bed, boobs bouncing from the action. it didn’t go unnoticed by katsuki.
“nice tits.” he plainly stated, as if he were complimenting something mundane like a shirt or shoes and not a private area of your body.
“thanks, nice dick.” staring at the imprint his cock left in his sweats was like something out of a porno. even soft, the man still managed to look hung. you never thought the saying ‘third leg’ was a real thing until you met katsuki. he gave a light laugh at your reciprocated banter.
“care to tell me why you were up so early after a rough game, mister?”
“can’t let myself get behind, athlete’s gotta train, sweetheart.” your face and neck began to heat at the little pet name.
“maybe if you gave yourself a break, you wouldn’t have to doll yourself up in the pretty-colored tape.” he laughed at you again and sat down next to you, removing the part of the blanket that still covered your lower half and lightly stroking your bed head.
“then i wouldn’t have a good excuse to get you to touch me while you patch me up.” he still had that darkened look of lust in his ruby red eyes and you assumed he either didn’t have enough of you last night or you were both too intoxicated to remember. it’s not like you guys went out of your way to fuck when you were drunk, it just happened to play out that way. you couldn’t help that you both turned into to horny-fucking-bastards when you drank.
he removed one of his hands from your hair and trailed it down to one of your breasts. kneading the fat and pinching at your already hard nipple. you felt arousal start to build up in your core as you softly moaned under his touch.
“y’know,” you said in between whines, “we’ve never had sex sober.” you both gave it some thought as he continued to absent-mindedly play with your chest. you were right. every time the two of you ended up stumbling into bed together, you were always either both tipsy or completely sloshed, making it hard to remember fine details of the night’s event the morning after. all you know is that you were usually left with sore legs from whatever crazy positions your tainted heads came up with. bakugo furrowed his eyebrows as he thought about it too, the metal of his brow piercing reflecting the light. his face softened again as he looked you deep in the eyes.
“we’re sober now, aren’t we?” his pretty, infectious smile sending more jolts of pleasure down to your now-aching clit after so much teasing with you nipples. you gave him a devilish smirk as you grabbed the soft skin of his cheeks and pulled his lips down to meet yours. soon after, his tongue snakes out of his mouth and into yours. saliva mixing and rolling out of your mouth and onto your chin as the two of you shoved your faces together as close as they would go. you bit his lower lip and pulled it away from his mouth to get closer to yours, satisfied to hear that lovely groan come from his pretty lips.
you whined into his mouth when he moved his hand from your chest, your disappointment not lasting long as he moved his hand to where you really needed it. rubbing lazy little circles on your clit that lit your entire body alight. you were dripping so much that tiny droplets flew every time he completed a circle around. you were panting like a bitch in heat under his touch, already getting so desperate for release.
his pace quickened and he was able to slide a curious finger into you when he moved his body to lay atop yours. his thumb doing most of the work on your clit whilst his middle finger repeatedly hit your sensitive g-spot, making you see stars. no, the entire universe, because of his touch.
“you gonna cum f’me baby? i know you got it in ya. don’t worry about messin’ up the sheets, we’re leaving today anyways.” you felt yourself beginning to come undone from his magically skilled fingers and still-raspy morning voice. the tight, but sloppy circles on your clit sent a wave of pleasure straight to your hole every time he completed a rotation, causing your pussy to clench down onto his fast, skilled finger as that fire burning in your stomach only grew.
“kats… baby i can’t hold on for much longer.” you mewled at him, breathlessly. he kept up his pace. never moving slower or faster. determined to have you come undone at least once before he fucks you again.
“then cum f’me, sweet girl. I wanna feel you drip down my fuckin’ fingers.” his words set the fire in your stomach ablaze to unspeakable heights. you finally let go around his hand, your orgasm blinding and earth shattering. thighs shaking so violently that katsuki had to use his free hands to try and soothe them to a relaxing point.
“atta girl. you did so damn good baby.” he praised as he attempted to give you a moment to catch your breath.
“fuck me. wan’ you s’bad.” your words slurred together as you were trying to come down from the ecstasy his fingers just brought upon you. he laughed in your ear, lightly slapping your thigh as he lifted himself off from being over you and flipped you onto your stomach and into the jockey position. you felt him shuffling behind you as he pulled his cock out from the confines of his clothes and lined himself up with your inviting entrance.
“i’m gonna take care of you. don’t move a fuckin’ muscle.” and with that he pushed all the way into you, a shared moan leaving your lips and his. your eyes were heavy from your previous orgasm and from the fact you were already sleepy to begin with. the vicious pace katsuki had already set with his hips kept you from even thinking of falling back asleep. his pelvis became flush with your ass and his heavy balls kissed your abused clit with every thrust in. your warm walls sucked him in so good, as if you guys were two puzzle pieces that were always meant to be put together. your liquid arousal dripped out of you and onto him, making him loudly groan at the sight. your cute little moans made him want to bust in you already.
the pair of you were quickly pulled from your euphoric state when katsuki’s phone began buzzing so violently it almost vibrated itself off his nightstand. you both tried to ignore it, but the unrelenting buzz buzz buzz sound began to ruin your pleasant morning.
with an annoyed growl, bakugo reached over to grab his phone, his pace inside you never once faltering and he continued to pound into your sweet cunt like his life depended on it. he turned the screen to face him and saw that half the team had been blowing his phone and his personal group chat with his friends and you (you always kept them on dnd because they distracted you too easily) also ringing to life. he pulled the little half-slide trick to read the messages without them knowing he read them and found that they were looking for you both. some of them genuinely wondering if katsuki was dead because he was never sleeping in this late. he roughly slapped your juicy ass to elicit another sweet moan from you as he slid open the chat all the way.
hey man, everyone’s looking for you. wya?
yeah, we’re beginning to get worried, kacchan
and where’s sparks?
sparks. that silly little nickname given to you on your twenty-first birthday when you drunkenly tried to stick a fork in an outlet. “for science reasons” you said. nobody ever let you live it down and they still never let you around metal when you guys were drinking.
katsuki was once again pulled from his thoughts by his phone buzzing again, denki calling him now, and by the feeling of you pushing your hips back to meet his dominating thrusts. he reached down to wrap his hand around the front of your throat, “i said don’t. fucking. move.” the last three words punctuated by rougher thrusts into your sobbing, sopping wet little cunt. his ringing phone still in hand when he got an idea.
“since these extras won’t get the hint, i’m gonna answer them. think we can play up a little show, angel?” you breathlessly moaned out a “yes” before throwing your head into the pillows. your gummy walls beginning to clamp down on him harder, you were close.
he devilishly grinned as he pressed the ‘answer call’ button on his screen and put his phone on speaker, throwing it near your head so your friends could hear you loud and clear. the influx of voices bled into the air.
“thank god you answered dude! we were really beginning to freak! thought you were de- wait… what the fuck is that sound?” it was kaminari talking on the phone, but he could definitely hear the voices of kirishima and midoriya next to him along with some other voices he couldn’t quite identify in the background. he could hear the loud hum of the air conditioning, so he assumed they were still in someone’s hotel room. katsuki quickened his pace and reached around under you to rub your clit and bring you even closer to the edge. your moaning was louder, unrelenting. ready to give him all of your sweet juices.
“well? get on with it? ya really gonna interrupt me ‘n my girl having the best fuck of our lives and just go silent? or do you guys enjoy being nasty fuckin’ pervs?” my girl. his girl. your heart and pussy both fluttered at the two simple words that left his mouth. your lips breaking into a sweet, sleepy smile.
the grip his free hand had on your ass cheek once again pulling you out of any sweet thoughts you could have and back into the filthy ones. so close to release, you were teetering off the edge. the tight coil of pressure building in your stomach, begging to unravel around the thick cock of the muscular man behind you.
“c’mon, baby, show these nasty extras what you sound like when you cum on my cock.” that one perverse sentence was the one to finally throw you off the edge. white hot pleasure overtook your spent body. practically screaming his name as clear liquid splashed onto his toned stomach and dripped down his sweat pant-clad thighs and your naked ones, seeping onto the plush mattress and ruining the sheets. he held his tight black top up to avoid getting any of your messy release on it.
katsuki let out a guttural growl, “fuck yes. you hear that boys? hear how my nasty fuckin’ slut just squirted all over me?” you hated to admit it, but the thought of your shared friends listening into the two of you fuck like a digital peep show was so exhilarating to you. it was by far the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done during sex. by the pride in katsuki’s voice, you could tell he felt the same way.
his thrusts started to become sloppy and rougher, signaling that he was very close to his own release. his hips quickening as the sound of skin slapping skin also got louder and filled the thick air.
“fuck baby fuck baby.. ‘m gonna fuckin’ bust so hard. want to me cum in you? want me to fill this slutty fucking pussy?” his deep voice was laced with desperate groans as he so badly wanted to let himself go. you feverishly shook your head ‘yes’ at him, still moaning and yelling at the overstimulation.
the thought of his friends still listening in filled katsuki with a sense of pride that he’d never felt before and the sight of your naked body so weak under him making him so close to release that he could practically taste it. he began to feel his balls tighten and constrict, signaling that he was just a few thrusts away from a mind blowing orgasm. the straw that broke the camel’s back was the sight of your peachy little ass rippling and bouncing every time his hips thrusted in. a loud groan ripped from his throat as he pushed in one final time and painted your pretty walls white. the two of you were covered in a light sheen of sweat, little bits of his hair stuck to his wet forehead. some of it dripped down onto you and he used his thumbs to try and wipe some away. the feeling of rough hands performing such a gentle gesture just for you made your heart swell.
he was about to reach for his phone that still had the call going, when you lazily reached out for it instead.
“hope you enjoyed the show, boys, we’ll be down in a few!” somehow you made your sleepy voice sound so sultry it made katsuki’s softening cock twitch inside you again, like he could already go for round two. he was pulled from any thoughts of fucking you again when you wiggled your hips as a signal for him to pull out and he reluctantly did.
“what? done with me already?” he teased.
“never, just don’t want to leave them waiting for too long.” you weakly pushed yourself up and got out of the bed to head to the bathroom.
“we can leave them waiting as long as we fuckin’ please after the show we just gave them. and don’t forget to pee, i’ll have your ass inna chokehold if you get a damn infection!” he had to slightly yell the last part so it could reach your ears behind the closed bathroom door.
“whaddya think i’m doing in here, dimwit!” you yelled back. you loved being one of the few that could tease the temperamental man without having to worry about it being your last day on earth if you do. he chuckled to himself as he searched for another pair of pants to wear, now that his current ones were tainted with your juices.
you exited the bathroom as he finished redressing himself. he could tell you had just brushed your teeth due to the scowl that was always on your face after you did. he knew you abhorred the taste of toothpaste. hell, you were still using children’s toothpaste when he met you and teased you into being an adult and ditching the strawberry sparkle flavor you could actually tolerate. he nudged your shoulder and pointed at your still half full glass of water, telling you without words to drink it to get rid of the taste.
you finished the glass began to pick up your clothes and dress in silence. you both loved the domestic feel in the room after you made love. this time, though, you would actually be able to remember it since you guys weren’t drunk of your asses.
“can’t believe we did this again.”
“you’re telling me. call me crazy, but i’m beginning to think you actually like me or something.” you stated with fake shock in your voice.
it took both of you until now to admit it, but you were both tired of just being a drunk hookup buddies. trying to make this situationship or whatever clearly wasn’t happening since you were always yearning for something more. yearning for more time together. yearning to be something bigger, better than just fuck buddies.
“well miss, i don’t believe you’re crazy. just a little stupid.”
“hey!” you swatted at his thick bicep.
“y’know i’m just playing, princess.” he walked around to your side of the bed to help you pack your clothes together as his were already done, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek as he bent down to get your leftover things.
“I don’t know mister, I think you’ll have to take me out to prove that you’re just playing.”
“take you out now?”
“yes sir!” you ruffled his pretty, blonde locks and gave him a playful salute. he shook his head and took your bags from you. insisting that he carry yours and his. your heart pounded a little faster in your chest at the sweet gesture.
“‘s a date then,” he smiled at you as he gathered your key cards and left them on the table where they were when you arrived, “and stop calling me sir before ‘m forced to take you again.”
“you don’t have the energy to do it again!” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.
“oh yes i sure ‘s hell do. one look at your ass and ‘m ready to go again.” he playfully smacked your ass and wolf whistled at you, causing a light yelp to escape from your lips. even though he carried both of your bags, he still managed to open the hotel room door for you.
“okay. I guess I can be good for you, sir.” you said, slyly as you walked through the opening and out into the carpeted hallway.
“you’re on thin fuckin’ ice, sparks.”
“as long as i’m with you on the ice, i couldn’t give two shits.” you got on the tips of your toes to kiss his soft, pink lips. he moved his mouth in tandem with you, neither of you wanting the lovely moment to end.
you ended up pulling away first after losing your balance from staying on your tiptoes for too long. he offered you his available hand to help you gain your footing, but even after you were stable again, he didn’t let go.
“ready to face those extras downstairs?”
“readier than ready.” you said with a slight giggle. you weren’t easily embarrassed by sex. with all honesty, the thought of your friends getting flustered by hearing to two of you made you want to either cream your pants or physically laugh out loud.
you trickled out of your thoughts when you noticed that katsuki’s hand was still intertwined with yours, still not attempting to pull himself away for you.
you smiled and quietly sighed with delight as you kept walking down the hotel hallway to reach the elevator. you didn’t let him go, either.
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Prompts!! ✨🤍
Send me an ask with a number, or more than one!
None of these are my own!! I found them all on numerous prompt blogs - credit to all the original authors 🤍
1. “You look like you’re going to punch me.”
“I was actually going to kiss you, but if you’re into that sort of thing then I’m out.”
2. “Do you think things would be different?”
“How so?”
“I mean, if we hadn’t met at a strip club.”
3. “You’re infuriating.”
“And you love it.”
4. “Your legs bleeding.”
“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed that half of my goddamned blood was flowing out of my leg, but thanks for letting me know.”
5. “Can we start over?”
“From where? We were doomed from the beginning.”
6. “This isn’t a conversation we should be having.”
“Please, I just need to know your answer.”
7. “Trying and look at it from his point of view, he lost his brother!”
“And I lost my boyfriend!”
8. “Don’t act like this doesn’t hurt you.”
“It’s tearing me apart, but I’d rather fake it until the end.”
9. “How many times has it come to this?”
“You knew I was never good at maths, don’t test me.”
10. “Your attitude in this situation is despicable.”
“I know, it’s because I’m done with your shit.”
11. “Are you going to leave me?”
“You know that neither us want that.”
12. “Don’t be mad at me! I wasn’t the one that killed her, you were-”
“Oh so this is my fault? I don’t think so…”
13. “How are you doing?”
“I feel like there might be more pressing matters right now.”
14. “Don’t kiss me.”
“W-why not? I waited all day for you.”
15. “How am I supposed to look at you the same way?”
“Heavens, someone literally just died and that’s what you’re thinking about.”
16. “Not now, I’m serious, not now.”
“B-but you said ‘tomorrow’ yesterday.”
17. “I miss you.”
“Don’t lie, I know she’s with you.”
18. “Are you going to break my heart again?”
“I can’t promise anything.”
19. “What did I tell you?”
“You said that I should hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.”
20. “I love you.”
“I don’t care anymore.”
21. “You look like you’ve been through hell and back.”
“It’s actually called getting drunk, but you wouldn’t know what ‘fun’ was even if it slapped you in the face.”
22. “We should get you home.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound very fun or likely.”
23. “Tell me you didn’t do it. Please say it wasn’t you.”
“In your very words, ‘lying never did anyone any good.’”
24. “Let’s end this.”
“Oh, I thought you were going to ask about the pregnancy test I left this morning.”
25. “You should think things through before you say them aloud.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
26. “Did you think we were going to have sex?”
“I’m optimistic, okay?”
27. “You could’ve just told me.”
“And risked my social status? I think I’d rather die, thank you.”
28. “What time?”
“Wow, how romantic, I love my girlfriend and our fun dates.”
29. “I don’t want to be dramatic-”
“I can tell you right now that you are physically incapable of not being dramatic, so continue.”
30. “Can we get coffee?”
“Is this a date or is it because you’ll end up strangling someone if you don’t get caffeine in your system.”
“I shouldn’t have asked.”
31. “… and then he came up up to me and kissed me until I was-”
“I’m going to have to tell you to shut up now.”
32. “Where is it? I haven’t lost it, I haven’t.”
“I think that means you have. By chance, it wasn’t this that you were looking for?”
33. “Stop being seductive.”
“I was being myself, but okay.”
34. “We should do this again sometime!”
“I would honestly rather do anything other than that again.”
35. “You drank it?!”
“Yes, it was quite delicious, did you know?”
36. “Can you just act normal for this evening. It’s all I’ll ask of you.”
“You’re asking for a lot then.”
37. “You need to stop yelling at inanimate objects.”
“And you need to stop telling me how to live my life, but things never go as we want.”
38. “I haven’t got laid in like forever.”
“Oh sorry, did I look like I was offering? Because I’m most certainly not.”
39. “You look like you’re going to cry.”
“Well that’s killed the mood.”
40. “We’ve been driving for hours, are we nearly there yet?”
“I would honestly like to tell you something other than ‘no’, but life is cruel.”
41. “Are you going to kill me?”
“Oh, darling, if that’s what you want to call love, then, yes.”
42. “Just calm down, things will be fine.”
“My wife is being held at gunpoint and you think now is a suitable time to tell me to calm down.”
43. “I hope you don’t think that we all act like this.”
“There’s more than just you? Jesus.”
44. “You could try and sleep it off?”
“I don’t think that will change the fact that I’m carrying your child, sorry.”
45. “I think your going to end up getting hurt.”
“I know. I’m used to it now, it’s fine.”
46. “You set the kitchen on fire?!”
“Just a little, but it means we can start the remodelling sooner, right?”
47. “I’m just tired.”
“That’s understandable. Go and sleep, I’ll sort everything out.”
48. “This isn’t something urgent, but please know that I love you and always will, okay?”
“No, no, no, this is not happening. Stop it. Stop it!”
49. “It’s not fair. You keep this up and I just might-”
“You ‘just might’ what? Leave me? Hurt me? You’ve done it all.”
50. “Give me a kiss before you go.”
“I know this is all for show, but do we really have to be so bloody domestic.”
51. “Can you give me a massage?”
“No, because you moan really loud and our neighbours think we’re having sex.”
52. "You lied to me"
53. "There comes a time when 'sorry' just isn't good enough anymore"
54. "You don't actually care about me, do you? You never did,"
55. "I have to walk away. I have to leave,"
56. "I let you in, that was my biggest mistake"
57. "I want to believe you, but I can't," "Why?" "You hurt me too many times,"
58. "I know you don't love me anymore. I know that. But I can't stop loving you,"
59. "I shouldn't have trusted you,"
60. "I want you, why can't you want me?"
61. "I blame you for everything. Everything,"
62. "You broke me, and I'm never going to be the person I was before I met you,"
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So I think Lilith wants me to get into Vampirism again. I haven't been interested in that since I was 21. Most notably Vampyric Magic which I didn't know was an actual thing until very recently.
It makes sense and given I nor Levathia (A past life self) is attached romantically to our former master/ex anymore, I think it would work out a lot better.
Lilith being a literal ancient goddess/Succubus & an aspect of Asmodeus being an Incubus (which are energy vampires in a sense IMO, maybe they don't have "fangs" but they do similar things that Psi Vamps do. It's just usually in a sexual way.) it would make more sense them being our "masters/mistress" (more notably Lilith, but I am spoused to Asmodeus.) then a narcissistic human who doesn't even believe in being a vampire anymore.
I consider myself both a PsiVamp (I'm an empath) and a Sanguine Vampire, I will admit to being a fan of Vampire culture before I knew about true vampires (Lost Boys, Buffy, Underworld, John Carpenters Vampires, Blade, The Last Vampire books, The Amelia Atwater Rhodes books ect.) I was also obsessed with Twilight for a time but I knew those books were fiction. I also really liked and still do like The Vampire Diaries and True Blood. Also more obscure or low budget movies and shows like Razorblade Smile (which my ex introduced me to) Blood Ties, Only Lovers Left Alive and A Discovery of Witches.(which I loved because it was witches and vampires)
I've also written stories based on my past life (lives?) as Levathia, idk if I'll finish them though as I did base most of the characters on real people who's influence or inspiration is now gone.
I was into Wicca when I met my ex and found out I was an actual vampyre when I was 18. But I never put them together, being a vampyre (or baby vamp att) was always separate from my craft and I was never in a coven. I never thought to use blood in my practice (especially since my goddess then was Aphrodite) or siphon others energy for a spell. (Not knowingly anyway.) I'm sure as I mostly did spells or rituals with him that Valenn and I used one another's energy but I didn't do it consciously. I also grew up with the mindset that energy vampires are bad, though some are. I didn't realize that empaths and Psivamps are two sides of the same coin until recently.
I've never actively drank blood, or used it anyway, or done blood play ect. But I've always been drawn to it. Just att there's no way I would have done it safely or had anyone around me (not manipulating me) that knew what they were doing.
That being said I'm pretty sure my demons would know to show me how to do it safely and I am married to someone (on the 3D) that I absolutly trust and is with Lilith.
It is still hard to find things about Vampyric Magic (other than the book by Father Sebastian which I have yet to read) or about real Vampirism in general. I've come across a couple on tumblr and YouTube but it doesn't seem to be as prevalent or "trendy" as it once was. If anyone has any suggestions or you are one let me know!
#vampyr#vampire magic#vampirism#sanguine#psi vamp#past lives#queen lilith#king asmodeus#Succubi#Inccubi#personal#no hate allowed
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Is that [SIMU LIU]? Oh no no, that was just [WILLIAM TRUMAN], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [WILL AND GRACE]. They are [31] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.
Will has been in town for about a year now, working as a lawyer.
Will often recalls his rather unhappy childhood, growing up in the closet in a conservative WASP family. His mother has implied that she suffered postpartum depression after giving birth to Will that she would not pick him up for a year. He was mainly taken care of by their Irish housekeeper Fiona.[1] As a boy, Will performed plays during family events but his mother would discourage him, retrospectively admitting she was not prepared to raise a gay son.[2]
Grace says his brothers used to dress him up in his mother's clothes. On his 8th birthday, Will wanted a cowboy-themed party but his mom gave him a clown party instead and he had to fake smile his way through it. Since then, Will has always had aversion to birthdays.[3] He also recalls almost drowning in the neighbor's pool when his mother failed to save him because she just got her hair done. Will was traumatized by this that he never learned to swim until Jack taught him[4]. In any case, his siblings knew that Will is their mother's favorite.[5]
When Will was 9, he and his brothers chipped in to buy their parents a garden gnome for their anniversary which they named Squatsy.[6]
Will has also been described as an insecure, chubby and shiny kid who "was friends with the lunch lady and a girl with a small leg".[7] During elementary, a bully named Kevin Wolchek terrorized him that he ate lunch every day with the janitor and drank kahlua.[8] He mentions kissing a poster of the football team and being caught by the football team.[9]
In 1994, after his brother Sam's engagement to Ginny, Will told him that he should not get married because she is "morose and controlling and icy." This led to the estrangement of the two brothers, and Sam cutting of Will out of his life, splitting the family. Sam and Ginny would later divorce and Will and his brother would resolve their issues after Grace intervenes.[10]
During his high school years, he was best friends with Claire, whom he also used to date. She recalls that while driving at the beach after senior prom, she made her move on him and he panicked, crashing the car into a Dodge Dart. Although he seems to have shown hints of his sexuality early on, Will says that he was confused until his sophomore year in high school when during a game of basketball, he and Jay Barr touched stomachs, and he truly realized he's gay.[11] For his sweet sixteen party, he turned the basement into a roller disco.
Will occasionally mentions his interest in becoming a playwright even before he became a lawyer. Before he came out, he wrote a play entitled "Bye-Bisexual" about his conflicting feelings about being in the closet. It is implied that his playwrighting professor took advantage of him by pretending to take interest in his play.[18] Jack also mentions the play Will wrote entitled "If Gay Means Happy, Why Am I So Sad?" inspired by bad date.[19]
Fresh out of law school, Will worked at Getman & Denofreyo, before starting his own practice after two years[20]. However he closes down after his biggest client, Harlin Polk fires him[21] and he begins working for Doucette & Stein after Ben Doucette offers him a contract.[22] During his time there, Will manages to get Stanley Walker of Walker, Inc. as one of the firm's biggest clients.
Will is characterized as the most mature and reasonable character, with a penchant for crafts and good housekeeping. Although he occasionally seems distant and aloof, there have been many times when Will has shown his sensitive side, often going to great lengths to help his friends. In one particular instance, Will was willing to throw away his chances of becoming a senior partner at his law firm in order to take care of his emotionally devastated boyfriend.[24] It is mentioned in various occasions that Will supports Jack who is a struggling actor.[5]
Will's controlling and perfectionist personality also frequently becomes an issue with his friends and they often point it out to be the problem in his romantic relationships.[32]
Being a good lawyer, his friends and family usually comes to him for legal assistance. Will is also portrayed as a person with integrity when he decided to work for the Coalition of Justice.
" You Should Know Better. In This House. A Queen Beats A Straight Every time.": William Truman
#hw: intro#“ You Should Know Better. In This House. A Queen Beats A Straight Every time.”: William Truman#homohobia tw#depression tw
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It's been a few years and I wonder how much I've changed since then..so here goes
What was your last…
1. Drink: instant coffee
2. Phone call: my mom asking if I was the one talking to alexa in the living room and not the ghost lmao
3. Text message: my aunt telling me to eat (guess some things never change in this aspect)
4. Song you listened to: Buttercup by Hippo Campus
5. Time you cried: I think last month over finding out the person I liked had someone else he liked
6. Dated someone twice: never happened and never will
7. Kissed someone and regretted it: still haven't kissed anyone
8. Been cheated on: nope
9. Lost someone special: my grandfather
10. Been depressed: happy to say I'm recovering well :)
11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: I still don't drink
— Fave colours
12. blue
13. red
14. black
— in the last year have you…
15. Made new friends: Absolutely and they were a Godsend because I was so lonely
16. Fallen out of love: from a crush? Yes
17. Laughed until you cried: Yes and I love these types of laughter
18. Found out someone was talking about you: I don't know?
19. Met someone who changed you: yes
20. Found out who your friends are: I hope so
21. Kissed someone on your facebook friends list: still unkissed
— General
22. How many of your facebook friends do you know irl: less that 1/4 of them at this point
23. Do you have any pets: I HAVE THREE CATS AND I LOVE THEM
24. Do you want to change your name: no
25. What did you do for your last birthday: I actually don't remember LMAO
26. What time did you wake up today: 6.30am
27. What were you doing at midnight last night: I slept
28. What is something you can’t wait for: the holidays because my brother is coming home!!
30. What are you listening to right now: Perdido de Amor - Luiz Bonfa
31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: still my 7th grade English teacher
32. Something that’s getting on your nerves: having to get out of my blanket burrito to go to the bathroom
33. Most visited website: does Spotify count??
34. Hair colour: forever brown (I ain't dyeing it)
35. Long or short hair: medium
36. Do you have a crush on someone: I did but now I don't
37. What do you like about yourself: my capability to get in the zone and finish what needs to be done
38. Want any piercings: nope
39. Blood type: O
40. Nicknames: Nerd, Cupcake (inside joke)
41. Relationship status: single and totally over the previous one
42. Sign: i don't believe in signs, but aquarius
43. Pronouns: she/her
44. Fave tv show: I haven't watched TV shows in YEARS but I guess still Doctor Who
45. Tattoos: nah
46. Right or left handed: both
47: Ever had surgery: from an accident when I was 7
48. Piercings: none
49. Sport: track and field, volleyball, basketball (which are NOT recommended for musicians)
50. Vacation: I went to Chicago last month! It was awesome
51. Trainers: STOMPING BOOTS
— More general
52. Eating: imma go and eat noodles after this
53. Drinking: water cuz my instant coffee ran out
54. I’m about to watch: Initial D (2005)
55. Waiting for: me to finish writing this and go cook my noodles
56. Want: to eat
57. Get married: I hope so? Not now, but I really don't want to die alone in this world
58. Career: whatever I'm good at
— Which is better
59. Hugs or kisses: hugs
60. Lips or eyes: eyes
61. Shorter or taller: taller
62. Older or younger: older or younger, as long as the gap isn't beyond 2-3 years (I'M DESPERATE OKAY)
63. Nice arms or stomach: arms
64. Hookup or relationships: relationships
65. Troublemaker or hesitant: NEITHER
— Have you ever
66. Kissed a stranger: no and will never
67. Drank hard liquor: still a hard nope
68. Turned someone down: roundabout-ishly turned down my crush because I knew we were never meant to be
69. Sex on first date: NOPE
70: Broken someone’s heart: I hope not
71. Had your heart broken: TT.TT
72. Been arrested: no
73. Cried when someone died: of course
74. Fallen for a friend: fortunately, yes. I'd rather fall for a friend than a stranger
— Do you believe in
75. Yourself: I still have doubts, but I can say that I've gained a little more confidence in myself
76. Miracles: YES. VERY MUCH SO.
77. Love at first sight: nope
78. Santa Claus: never did
79. Angels: yes
— Misc
80. Eye colour: brown
81. Best friends name: Forrest and Sweety
82. Favourite movie: Coraline
83. Favourite actor: Jackie Chan
84. Favourite cartoon: Coraline
85. Favourite teacher’s name: Mr.Matt
Guess I have and haven't changed much over the years, huh. The core values are still there, but the interests and outside factors have changed. This was insightful.
Well, I'll see this again in 5 years
85 questions tag
I was tagged by @carmensugus tag buddy! Thanks!
rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people
— What was your last…
1. Drink: aloe vera-ish lynchee flavor juice
2. Phone call: I never have credit in my phone, so no phone calls.
3. Text message: to my friend asking where to eat for lunch
4. Song you listened to: Florence and The Machine - Shake It Out
5. Time you cried: I think it was this morning, during a dream I had. It was pretty sad.
6. Dated someone twice: um…
7. Kissed someone and regretted it: never kissed anyone so…
8. Been cheated on: nope
9. Lost someone special: just over half a year ago
10. Been depressed: when have I not been depressed?
11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: I don’t really drink, so nope.
— Fave colours
12. blue
13. red
14. black
— in the last year have you…
15. Made new friends: yeup!
16. Fallen out of love: nope..
17. Laughed until you cried: yeah
18. Found out someone was talking about you: nope
19. Met someone who changed you: yes
20. Found out who your friends are: I hope so
21. Kissed someone on your facebook friends list: I’ve never kissed anyone
— General
22. How many of your facebook friends do you know irl: ¼ of them
23. Do you have any pets: nope :(
24. Do you want to change your name: no
25. What did you do for your last birthday: nothing much, studied and practiced.
26. What time did you wake up today: 6.30am
27. What were you doing at midnight last night: thinking. ALOT.
28. What is something you can’t wait for: holdays, my friends coming home from overseas.
30. What are you listening to right now: none
31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: my 7th grade English teacher
32. Something that’s getting on your nerves: not understand what’s happening in my brain (and tbh have given up trying to solve myself)
33. Most visited website: tumblr and pinterest
34. Hair colour: brown
35. Long or short hair: medium
36. Do you have a crush on someone: I don’t know
37. What do you like about yourself: my hair…and that’s it.
38. Want any piercings: nope
39. Blood type: O
40. Nicknames: bookworm, nerd
41. Relationship status: single and still not (?) over the previous one
42. Sign: aquarius
43. Pronouns: she/her
44. Fave tv show: Doctor Who
45. Tattoos: nah
46. Right or left handed: both
47: Ever had surgery: from an accident when I was 7
48. Piercings: none
49. Sport: track and field, volleyball, basketball (which are NOT recommended for musicians)
50. Vacation: none at the mo
51. Trainers: sneakers?? gym?? what??
— More general
52. Eating: just finished lunch
53. Drinking: juice
54. I’m about to watch: none
55. Waiting for: the day to end, really
56. Want: to sleep
57. Get married: idk
58. Career: musician or writer
— Which is better
59. Hugs or kisses: hugs
60. Lips or eyes: eyes
61. Shorter or taller: taller
62. Older or younger: older but not that old. around my age.
63. Nice arms or stomach: arms
64. Hookup or relationships: relationships
65. Troublemaker or hesitant: neither
— Have you ever
66. Kissed a stranger: no and will never
67. Drank hard liquor: nope. The hardest I drank was whiskey but I get the feeling it’s not a hard liquor. (and I am a newbie here so)
68.Turned someone down: yes…and I still feel bad about it.
69. Sex on first date: no
70: Broken someone’s heart: I don’t know..
71. Had your heart broken: Q.Q
72. Been arrested: no
73. Cried when someone died: of course
74. Fallen for a friend: yes….
— Do you believe in
75. Yourself: no. that should be very well known by now.
76. Miracles: yes
77. Love at first sight: nope
78. Santa Claus: never did
79. Angels: yes
— Misc
80. Eye colour: brown
81. Best friends name: View and Ink
82. Favourite movie: Coraline
83. Favourite actor: Jesse Eisenberg
84. Favourite cartoon: Tom and Jerry
85. Favourite teacher’s name: Mr.Matt
to anyone who is interested in doing this, you’re all tagged!
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sorry seems to be the hardest word - h.o
Word count: 3171
Warning: angst, swear
Pairing : harrison osterfield
Request: no.
N/A: It took me so long to write this. I remember i asked @soft-haz to write something with the "sorry seems to be the hardest word" vibe, it was so good! But i wanted to write something by myself too. Remember, english is not my first language, so be kind if you spot mistakes, i really try my best. Italics parts are flashbacks
Thanks to @petersasteria because she correct a big part of this fic! Love you. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Love you all! xx
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part 2 (harry hollad x reader) - part 3 (harry holland x reader)
The few rays of sunshine in London today and England's victory over the Croats had improved your mood. Tom and Harry were home as soon as the game was over, they found you sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. You hadn't wanted to join them at the bar for obvious reasons: to keep your privacy as much as possible. Living with four boys was not easy, but living with four boys, one of whom was a world-famous actor and another in the midst of the media boom, was even more so. Of course, fans knew that Tom, Harrison, Harry, and Tuwaine had a female roommate. But you've always managed to never appear with your face uncovered in any media activity of your four-favorite divs.
The bottle was already nearly empty and you were already on your drunken streak, not wanting to stop when two of your drinking buddies had just entered. What a good opportunity to continue the evening.
"Will you join me, boys?"
“Mmm yeah, sure, love.” Harry said.
But a problem presented itself to you: the boys drank beer, you drank wine. You had two options now: either open a new bottle of wine for yourself or continue the evening with beer. Your eyes turned to your glass, spilling the rest of the bottle into your jug before swallowing it dry. Harry had a stunned expression on his face as Tom smirked.
"I see hanging out with us leaves its mark."
"You wish, Holland. I knew how to do it before I even knew you existed."
"You've known me since I was 19."
"And you think I waited for you to learn how to drink?"
"Fair enough."
You met the boys in a pub. You’ll never tell Nikki that, when you met them, her precious twins drank too many beers even if they weren’t old enough to drink (technically, they weren’t criminals, drinking beer at 16 is legal and come on, it’s England!)
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So, you met the boys in a pub. It was one of the nights when your friends and you wanted to drink until you're blackout drunk. You were in that pub/club, looking up after one of your friends. She had detected some pretty boys in the back and left you there, alone. You moved around the room without paying attention: glass in hand, your phone you stared at in the other. You suddenly felt an arm blocking your chest with force. The surprise had made you drop your glass.
“What the heck?!?”
“You will not pass, miss.”
“Oh yeah? Why? Is the pope there?” You said sarcastically
The man who stood in your way raised an eyebrow and you looked at him, waiting for a response.
“You are very funny. It’s a VIP space.”
“Once again, why is that?”
“None of your business.”
“Actually, I don't care if Sir Elton John is in that bar or if it's even the Queen of England. I'm just looking for my friend: tall, blonde, balloon-sized fucking boobs, red dress."
“Not seen."
You sighed. The situation annoyed you to the highest point. You had lost your friend and that big asshole had broken your glass. The man in front of you seemed to be marble. Short answer, arms crossed, and an imposing posture. All you wanted tonight was just to have fun. You didn't care that God-knows-who, any famous or rich enough to book a VIP space, was in that bar.
"Would the asshole that hired you tonight, at least be kind enough to buy me the glass you broke with your bullshit?"
From his side, Harry had noticed the altercation. He then walked towards you, he laughed when he heard you insult his brother through the bouncer's fault. And as the Colossus' bodyguard was about to tell you that you could always dream of getting that free drink, Harry spoke up.
“The asshole, maybe not directly. But the asshole's brother. Certainly. It will be on his check anyway.”
“For God's sake, what are you waiting for then?”
And just like that, you met the boys. Harry paid you for the glass that the other jerk broke, invited you to this precious VIP space and you could talk and dance the night away. You had exchanged your social media and over time, your phone numbers. And as fast as you couldn't imagine, you had found yourself stuck in an apartment with four adorable idiots as roommates.
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"Hey, y/n, where are the others?" Harry asked.
You grumbled and grabbed the beer the curly had just opened. He protested as you took a sip. Tom gave you a curious look and you frowned behind your bottle.
"y/n?”
"I don't know where T is, but Harrison's gone on a date with Gracie."
The two brothers exchanged a look heard in the face of the bitterness they had perceived in your voice. It was no longer much of a secret that you had feelings for Harrison. You had feelings for Tom's best friend for almost as long as you'd met him. Harry had noticed it first, because you were much closer to him than to Tom. The actor had understood at the start of an evening, at the beginning of the relationship between Harrison and his girlfriend.
However, you didn't hate Gracie. She was beautiful, kind, and very funny. She really brought out the best in Harrison, she made him happy and you could see that because of the distinct smile on his face. You didn't hate her; she just wasn't you and you just weren't her. And that was the whole problem. Jealousy consumed you and you hated yourself for it.
“Are you alright, darling?” Tom asked you since silence filled the room after your last sentence.
"I'll be fine after one more drink" you simply answered.
You took a sip of the beer you stole from Harry. Drowning in alcohol was certainly not the solution. But you just wanted to forget the blond a bit for tonight. Tom's worried look made you roll your eyes.
"Oh come on, Tom. Don't give me those eyes. I will be fine ..."
“Yeah, sure.” he said with a doubt.
"Can we just watch a silly movie or play a silly game to make my night better?"
Harry seemed to hear you as he shrugged and took a sip of his drink. He knew you by heart. At this point, he really considered you his best friend. So he knew you needed something to clear your mind. Something where your mind should be quick to think about.
“One,” he said nonchalantly.
"Two" you responded with a huge smile on your face.
"You are both stupid." the Holland elder complained about the game you had just started.
"You say that because you're a lousy actor who can't remember his lines. Play Holland!"
"Three". He capitulated.
And you continued like this until 21. Then, there followed a multitude of rule additions each time you reach the number 21. The 7 turned into "I'm a poor liar", the 18 into "I'd rather kiss a guinea pig" ... And every time one of you made a mistake, he drank. After an hour, the game looked like a strange conversation from the outside.
"Squirrels are scary, man." Harry said, mimicking his older brother.
"Black Widow is the best president of the United States" Tom said
"But she’s a bad lay." you responded, with a fake sigh of disappointment
"I'd rather kiss a guinea pig"
"Because you have no taste"
"Twenty"
It was at this precise moment, in the middle of the conversation, that Harrison decided to enter the living room. His blissful smile gave way to an air of amazement and disbelief at the talk between his three roommates. It was Tom who first noticed his best friend. He nodded to greet him. Harrison wore a simple black t-shirt with chinos. You took a look at your roommate and your cheeks flushed a little more than they already were.
"Hello mate! How was your date?" asked Tom with a big smile on his face
"Awesome. Can't believe it will be a year in 3 freaking days." Harrison said.
You could see his large smile, and blissful air. He was sweating happiness and although you were happy for him, it tore your heart. You purse your lips to avoid comment. Harry spoke up.
"We're playing 21. Do you want to land with us?"
"In fact, you can take my place." You got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen to drop off your beer drain. Harrison frowned as Tom exchanged a new look with his brother.
"y/n, you can stay, It's an unlimited players game." Harry almost begged.
"No, I'm tired. I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed."
“y/n” Harrison tried to call you to hold you back a little longer.
But you were already gone. You've never climbed the stairs so fast to run away from your roommate/best friend. Harrison looked at Tom and Harry, worried about your behavior. The curly one just shrugged his shoulders as his brother shook his head, silent. They weren't intending to get involved in this. You were the only master of your feelings and the time you'll decide to confess them to Harrison. That is why they preferred to be quiet.
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You spent the whole next week to avoid Harrison as much as possible. Established more distance with him was your solution to protect yourself from your feelings especially after his one-year anniversary date with Gracie and his absolute cute instagram post. It broke you down. Your heart was in peace but you couldn't blame him or his girlfriend. You were in love with the wrong guy, that's all.
But you couldn't hide from him forever. After all, you both lived in the same house, you had the same friends. So, it was hard to pretend he didn't exist.
Today was not your lucky day. You bumped into him in the kitchen. That was his opportunity to hold you down. He grabbed you by the shoulders, preventing you from burying yourself. Now he would finally find out what was wrong with you. Because Harrison wasn't a fool. He had noticed that you acted with him differently. Your behavior remained unchanged towards the other boys in the house.
“y/n. Don’t avoid me; please, please y/n, look at me”
You have plunged your eyes into its bewitching blue irises. Big mistake. You were drowning now in the turmoil of your feelings for the blonde. He had always had that effect on you, always. Tears started to bead at the corners of your eyes, you were biting your lip to hold back the torrent of tears that was already beginning to flow. Harrison's throat tightened at the sight of you like that and his hold on your shoulders slowly loosened.
“I hate seeing you like this. Please talk to me” he almost begged you
“Harrison…” your voice struggle as soon you pronounced his name.
“Please darling…tell me what’s goin’ on”
As a perfect angel, Tom was the one who saved you by interrupting this quick talk. You wiped away your tears with the end of your sleeve and run away to your room. Harrison sighed in despair. He didn't understand why you were running away from him like the plague.
“Dude, do you know why she's like that. What did I do? » He finally asked to Tom.
"I can't tell you Haz. She's the only one having the right to tell you about this"
"Bullshit. Fuck you all." Harrison said, frustrated.
Then he just quit, leaving the kitchen.
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Sunday came and Tom asked you all to spend the night with him before his LA trip the next evening. It was a normal night with friends. And despite your pent-up feelings and wanting to avoid Harrison at all costs, you didn't want to miss Tom, he was your friend.
There was only the usual gang: Harry, Tuwaine, Tom (obviously) and you. But the tension was felt within the group. The lingering unspoken words about your feelings for Harrison were beginning to weigh on all of your friendship. It was so bad that it hurts to stay in the same room as Harrison. All you could see was his constant happiness, this wonderful man he had always been but in a more radiant version of himself. And you weren't the cause of that. You hated it, you hated being selfish that much. You were ready to sacrifice your friendship with the young Netflix actor for two reasons: you wanted to protect yourself ... and you weren't ready to be that obstacle in the midst of Harrison and Grace's happiness.
You were in the kitchen with Harry, pretending to help him with drinks and snacks. The curly boy could see you dragging your feet, repeating like a mantra this phrase "come on, you can do it ... do it for Tom, it's his night. Don’t be selfish, you can make it." And you really wanted it ... have a good time with your friends.
Sometimes Harry felt guilty for introducing Gracie to Harrison. They worked together as set PA in 2018 and became close friends but not as close as you were with him. You considered him like your best friend. It made sense for him to feel a bit responsible for your broken heart. But you never said a word about it.
“I’m sorry, y/n” confessed Harry.
“For what?” you simply responded.
"For having hampered your happiness. I was stupid to introduce Grace to Harrison and ignore your feelings. I wanted to help my friend. "
"Bullshit Harry. Never apologize for that. You've been a great friend to Harrison."
"But not for you."
"Who cares?" you asked, trying to minimize your feelings
"Me ... you are one of my best friend y/n"
"Just like Harrison is your best friend. Don't apologize for making him happy. Fuck, I'm the one who should apologize." You said, with a tone of anger and despair in your voice
And that's how you crack, breaking in all your sensitivity. You couldn't hold back your tears from falling as you blasted everything that was on your heart. You don't even realize that Harrison is a few feet behind your back. The weight of your feelings, your anxieties explode in the kitchen as when a cup is dropped on the immaculate tiled floor.
“What I got to do to make him love me? What I got to do to make him care? Not as the sweet friend Harry. I’m deeply in love with him and it’s gonna drive me insane! What I got to do to make him want me? Huh Harry, can you tell me? All those question in my head…and no answer to that. And you know what? It's sad, sad situation…more than that it’s a shitty situation, because I'm getting away from him and it makes us sick. Because I'm unable to tell him why.”
“You just told me.” Harrison finally said.
You jumped for a second before you froze. Harry is caught off guard and rushes into the living room stammering an apology. You are trapped. You are trapped and you can hear the footsteps of your roommate coming closer to you, so close, that now you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. Gently, he places his hands on your arms and exerts pressure for you to face him.
"You love me"
"It depends ..." you replied with difficulty
"On what?"
"On what you heard before."
"Enough that you can't contradict me."
Her thin smile doesn't help you relax. Instead, you look down, admiring your two pairs of feet. You felt like being stripped naked and you didn't like that feeling. If you could have kept this secret in your grave. But now he knew and you felt even heavier than the Titanic.
"So ... is that it? Nothing more to tell me?"
"What do you want me to add to what you've already heard?"
"Sorry?" he tried.
"For what?"
"For what? y/n are you kidding me? Sorry for being distant with me, maybe? Sorry for hiding all these things from you? Sorry for not trusting our friendship to come to me and speak?" he exploded…
"What would that have been for, Harrison? You don't love me back…" you screamed back.
"I ... I’m ..."
"See, sorry seems to be the hardest word."
After that last ironic reply, silence fell in the kitchen. So was that it? Was that how your friendship was to end? The great giants of the universe had reserved this dramatic scene for you to break years of bonding. You didn't know how to get out of this situation. You didn't even know if there was a few more things to save. You were broken and had just spoiled the happiness of one of your best friends.
Harrison was silent. He seemed to be probing your body, your attitude, analyzing any gesture that might give him the opportunity to take a step towards you. But the solution was there, finding everything ... It was enough, for both of you, to swallow your pride.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" you echo your previous conversation
"Sorry for not feeling the same as you. For not being who you want me to be to you."
"You know ... I don't hate her."
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Gracie. I don't hate her. She makes you really happy. I just hate the jealousy I feel towards her… I hate that I am not her. But I don’t hate her, she's a really good girl."
A small smile dawned on Harrison's lips, the blonde toyed nervously with his fingers and the ring he always wore as an accessory.
"Yeah ... yeah she's great."
"I'm really sorry ... about everything."
"It's ok. We don't control how we feel. I..I can understand"
"Yeah..."
"y/n?" he tried; a little bit shy about what he’s gonna ask.
"Mhmm?"
"Do you think we can be friends again?"
You bow your head, taking a minute to think. Was everything really broken? Were you going to be able to rebuild a solid friendship after this conversation? Were you going to be able to squeeze out your feelings? You sighed before plunging into those beautiful blue eyes that you loved so much.
"Maybe. I hope so with all my heart."
"I hope so too. And I hope you find someone like I found Grace."
"You can always dream. You dripping with love, it's impossible to find someone like you two."
"Don't despair. He might be closer than you think."
He winked at you and you looked at him confused. But after a few seconds, a smile appeared at the corner of your lips. No, you had no hope of him talking about him. But you were happy, because that little sentence opened the door for you to a bond that you were trying to find.
#harrison osterfield#harrison osterfield fic#harrison osterfield x reader#haz osterfield x reader#haz osterfield#harrison osterfield x y/n
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The Tenth Floor pt22
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader
Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?
3 years after giving up on the nonsense that happened on the 10th Floor, and after a particularly unpleasant falling out with your former boss, you find yourselves back in each others lives. Can things have changed enough for you and Yoongi to have a fresh start? Or was the damage done too great?
Genre: Crack, Fluff, humor, some angst? Mostly crack tbh.
Word Count: Idk man, this is a short update.
Warnings: Strong language, smut talked about/implied in previous updates, some dark themes occasionally.
Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21,
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His words hung, uselessly, in the air. He shifted from foot to foot, waiting for you to say something. Anything. To make this less awkward.
“Funny, after all this time, me bringing you the wrong coffee.”
Why were those the words that came out of his mouth? He had no idea. All he knew was they spilled out in a desperate attempt to lighten the uncomfortable silence that had fallen after you took a sip, made a face, and spat the coffee back into the cup without saying a word.
“I never brought you the wrong coffee,” You replied dryly. “You just never knew what you wanted until you drank it.”
Yoongi internally cringed. That wasn’t entirely true. He usually knew what he wanted, some part of him just liked to be difficult.
He thought better than to say that.
“So this is a nice office,” He tried instead. “Nice... Desk?”
“Thanks I built it myself,” You deadpanned.
“Really?”
“No.” You sat back in your chair, eyeing him warily. “Where’s Jungkook today?”
Right to the point. “He wasn’t feeling good,” Yoongi said smoothly.
You looked at your phone, read something, and raised an eyebrow. “No.”
“He took a personal day.”
“No.” You said again. “He didn’t. What’s going on?”
“Nothing, just felt like visiting our greatest investor in person today. Speaking of, is Changkyun available...?” Even now, after these past several years of only seeing you occasionally, after basically becoming strangers again, Yoongi felt strange lying to you. It didn’t feel good. Like he was reverting to ways he thought he had left behind in therapy.
“No, something’s up, and Jungkook’s being weirdly secretive about it, too,” You leaned forward on your desk, looking him directly in the eyes. “Is there something we should know? Changkyun’s noticed it, too, over the last several months.”
“Speaking of him,” Yoongi tried to deflect. “Where did you say he is?”
“He’s out,” You shrugged. “You can talk to me about further investment.”
Yoongi grimaced. “So that’s the thing,” He coughed uncomfortably. “Things aren’t--there isn’t. Uh. It isn’t looking like there’s going to be much left to invest in pretty soon. We’re drowning.” It felt wrong to actually say it out loud, even though the numbers had been saying it for so long.
Your eyebrows knitted together. “I thought you had this whole plan of recovery--”
Yoongi shook his head. “It’s not working fast enough. Changkyun already knows the other investors pulled out. I’m here in a last ditch effort to save some jobs.” He shifted again, then muttered. “I’m selling the company.”
“You’re what.”
Yoongi couldn’t tell if you actually couldn’t hear him, or if you were surprised. He didn’t think there was any chance you didn’t see it coming--As Changkyun’s assistant, he was sure you got an inside look at how terribly things were going.
“I’m selling the company,” He said again, louder this time. “I had my chance. I ran it into the ground. My employees shouldn’t suffer for that, though. If someone like Changkyun was to buy it, at least some of them could keep their jobs...”
“You didn’t run it into the ground,” You interrupted. “And you know that. It was failing long before you were put in charge, and even then you had to cater to investors who didn’t understand what was going on. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
Yoongi felt his cheeks heat up, and he coughed as an excuse to look away. “Thanks. For that. But,” He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling restless suddenly. “Credit where credit is due, I didn’t fix things fast enough.”
“That isn’t how that saying works,” You muttered, grabbing a sticky note and jotting down a note to yourself. “I’ll talk to Changkyun.”
“Thanks,” He said, taking a couple steps back towards the door.
“And Yoongi?” You added, giving him a small smile.
“Yeah,” He wasn’t sure what it was about the way you said it that made him nervous.
“It was good to see you.”
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Ever the playboy, Jungkook was flirting with a waitress when you walked into the restaurant.
“I’m guessing the coffee was your doing?” You scoffed as you sat down in front of him.
“Who, me?” Jungkook smiled innocently. “I would never tamper with a beverage I picked up for my best friend. Even if my annoying boss changed my plans and said he was going to your office instead of me and took said beverage. I definitely wouldn’t put five packets of salt in it when he wasn’t looking.”
“That was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever--Why do you do things like this? What goes on in your head?”
His smile only grew. “Did you spit it out?”
“Who wouldn’t?” You raised an eyebrow.
Jungkook did a little triumphant fist pump. “How many times did he spit out your coffee when you worked for him?” He asked excitedly, not waiting for an answer. “And now he knows how it feels on the other side of that.”
You shook your head. “So petty,” You chastised.
“So funny,” Jungkook corrected without missing a beat.
“I would have appreciated a heads up,” You sighed, opening the menu only to have Jungkook reach over and slide it away from you.
“I knew you might be conveniently out of the office if I told you he would be dropping by,” He shrugged. “Also I kind of already ordered for you.”
“God damnit,” You complained, sitting back in your chair and crossing your arms. “You always do that. I’m capable of ordering my own lunch, butthead.”
“You’re always late!” He practically whined back. “And then I get awkward, and I feel bad for taking up a whole table and then some random mutters about me getting stood up--which, sorry, but do I look like I get stood up?--so I panic order!” He pouted. “Also. I have great taste. You always like what I get.”
You narrowed your eyes, but let it slide for now. “I didn’t mean a heads up about Yoongi coming in. I meant about his company tanking.”
“Oh,” Jungkook’s pout dropped. “He told you about that, huh? I guess it really is that bad...” He tilted his head to the side. “If it goes under, I might have to be a regular doctor...Y/n. I might have to see patients again.” He shivered dramatically, and you rolled your eyes.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” You assured him dryly. “I’m more concerned about Yoongi--He’s given it his all. What’s he going to do once it’s gone?”
Jungkook shrugged. “Actually live a little, I hope.”
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A/N *cough* ‘sup let’s not talk about the fact that this has taken me nearly 3 years to update and pretend everything is normal. Yeah? Yeah. What are your thoughts and feelings? Is the time skip too extra? Or just extra enough? Would you have drank the coffee to be polite or spat it out? Let me know! As always I love hearing from you all!
If you’ve stuck around this long, omg thank you so much. If you’re new to my writing, welcome and thank you so much. It’s been a hot minute, I hope you’re all doing well and staying safe out there! I’ve been stressed as fuck and figured there’s no better cure than writing absolute crack. Stay tuned for nonsense!
#yoongi scenario#yoongi fluff#suga imagine#suga scenarios#bts scenarios#bts imagine#bts scenario#bts imagines#bts fluff#bts fanfic#bts fanfction#bts ceo au#yoongi crack#yoongi ceo au#suga crack#suga fanfic#suga fluff#suga fanfiction#that's all the tags I remember#haha side note#Jk's character is heavily influenced by two guys that I work with#one of them is a playboy asshole who actually tries to be a good person if you call him out on it#the other is actually a really good guy who tries a little too hard but has a warm heart but would absolutely put salt in a friends coffee
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Here to Misbehave (Pt. 13 | S.R.)
Series Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Finale |
Summary: Spencer finally meets Reader’s roommate while the two prepare for a picnic. After Spencer lectures Reader on the dangers of the outdoors, the two face a different kind of danger at the bank.
Couple: Spencer/Fem!Reader
Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Gun violence mention Word Count: 6.3k
MASTERLIST
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Although I’d been inside (Y/n)’s apartment several times now, I couldn’t say I’d ever actually looked much at my surroundings. It felt strange to admit that, mostly because I felt like I was doing something wrong; like I was a traitor to my job.
But then again, it felt worse to try to profile her. The few times I had made it obvious, she had made it very clear it was unappreciated. I could understand why.
So, before we even got to her door, I tried to quiet the voices screaming in my head, telling me to look for clues to all the unknowns about her. It wasn’t because I was expecting her to be hiding anything; I just wanted to know everything about her.
I could simply wait for her to tell me, though. We had all the time in the world, right?
“Laura, I’m home!” She called out immediately after breaching the entrance, following the exclamation with a very hurried request. “Spencer is here so please don’t be weird!”
The response was a calm, steady series of footfalls down the hall. The girl stuck her head around the corner, peeking at the two of us with a devilish grin.
“Pleasure to finally meet you, Dr. Reid.”
I told myself I probably shouldn’t be this nervous. If she was friends with (y/n), she was most likely a decent person. But let’s just say women around that age had never been particularly kind to me. They brought to the surface a lot of memories I’d tried very hard to bury.
She didn’t put her hand out to shake, which told me they’d already probably talked about me more than I’d have liked. ‘Wait,’ I thought to myself, ‘Is it okay to profile her roommate?’
“I’m going to go get a basket together. Wait in the living room, my kitchen is a disaster.”
Before I could argue, she had already disappeared, leaving me stranded in the hallway with her roommate who looked ready to cause trouble. I just hoped it wouldn’t the kind that revolved around me.
She waved a hand in front of her, motioning for me to make my way into the living room. Once we were there, she immediately took a seat, but I remained standing. Felt better to be able to escape.
The silence was awkward and suffocating. I could feel her staring at me, but she wasn’t saying anything. It felt wrong to look back.
“She says you read people for a living.” Her voice had a hint of skepticism in it I’d grown used to. “Sounds kind of like what psychics say.”
“Yeah, we use a lot of the same strategies, too. They just aren’t as honest about it as we are.”
“What do you see here?”
That was what got me to turn around and face her. She looked so comfortable, curled up on the couch.
“Pardon me?” The question caught me off guard, even though it shouldn’t have. I’d heard it so many times.
“What does our apartment say about us?” She asked, clearly not understanding why it was an inappropriate thing to ask. Or more likely, just didn’t care. Curiosity is a powerful thing.
I cleared my throat before looking back away and saying, “I agreed not to profile (y/n).”
“Well, can you at least tell which stuff is hers?”
I’m sure she was just checking to see if I was legitimate or just scamming her. Maybe she was checking to see if I was too good at it.
She didn’t need to worry. (Y/n) could handle herself. She wasn’t tricked easily. In fact, most of my intrigue and concern surrounding her unknowns was just how good she was at hiding things.
It wasn’t until I had registered that question and was staring at her walls with a newfound sense of purpose, that I realized how little I knew about her past. Then again, I don’t really care about her past.
It had made her who she was today, and that was the woman I loved.
My fingers brushed over old, cracked plastic on DVD cases displayed on a shelf beside the console center.
I didn’t even notice I was smiling at first, realizing that she’d kept the physical cases despite all the streaming services. She clearly still used the discs, too.
“These... are hers.”
“How can you tell?” The response in the form of a question told me I was right, and only made me feel even more deeply. Despite my greatest efforts to not look so excited by something so silly, I turned back around with my lips still curled in an awkward smile.
“Educated guess. Adrenaline.”
“What?” The confusion in her voice reminded me that she wasn’t aware of one of my deepest personality flaws.
“Research shows that only about 10% of the population are so called ‘adrenaline junkies,’ people who enjoy roller coasters and horror movies. It’s more often men than women, but it’s hard to tell because of the way we’re socialized.”
If I had turned around to face her, I probably would have seen the dead stare she was giving me during my rant.
“Regardless, people tend to either love horror or hate it. So, I considered the fact that (y/n) seems to enjoy things like... sneaking into bars with fake IDs and… other risky behavior.”
Well, that was close.
“But what really gave it away was the fact they’re not dusty, which means they’re still being used despite all of these movies being available on streaming services I know for a fact she uses. Considering how patient she is with my own Luddite tendencies I just figur—“
“Wow.”
The word cut off my train of thought, and I realized that I had barely breathed since I’d started. Wincing in response to the dumbfounded look on the poor girl’s face, I gave a nervous chuckle.
“Sorry. I’m rambling, aren’t I?”
“A little bit,” she said with her own little pity laugh. I’m sure (y/n) had told her enough about me that this wasn’t that big of a surprise.
“I do that when I’m nervous.”
“You shouldn’t be nervous,” she said like it was the easiest advice in the world, “You’re right about her, you know.”
Staring down at my feet, I wondered why the confirmation from her roommate meant so much to me. I hadn’t been actively trying to figure out things about my girlfriend — it felt wrong. But for whatever reason, knowing I had the ability to figure it out meant more when it was about her.
Laura laughed again, craning her neck to look around the corner before she quietly spoke. “She says it was the other way around, but she’s the one who convinced me to streak the lawn.”
Ah, the age-old tradition of UVA students. It was so easy to picture her stripping down to nothing in the dead of the night to prance down the length of manicured grass. My own personal little pixie.
If it was just an attempt to calm my nerves, it was working. Putting the focus back on (y/n) was a surefire way to bring out the best in me. She just had that effect on me.
“I am entirely unsurprised by this information,” I said before walking over to the other side of the room, noting the distinct lack of pictures of family among the shelves that clearly belonged to her.
Don’t read into it, I told myself, she might just keep them somewhere else.
“She also drank an entire water bottle of vodka during a full day of classes one time, just because I bet that she wouldn’t.”
I scoffed at the image of her drunk. It’d been a while since I’d seen her like that, and both times had been remarkably unique. She’s a dead giveaway; I was surprised she hadn’t been caught.
“I can’t say I relate to that,” I sadly admitted. Sometimes it was hard to realize that if I’d known her at the same age, we probably wouldn’t have gotten along. I used to hate people like that.
Granted, they had usually also hated me.
“She did mention you were a genius or something. I kind of figured. That’s her type.”
Well, that was information I couldn’t just gloss over. I furrowed my brow with a disbelieving smile, finally looking at the girl who was avidly watching my every move.
“Is it? I always pictured her with someone with more… Kinaesthetic intelligence.”
She gave me that look people give me when I said something weird, but continued nonetheless, “I don’t really know what that means, but she takes school pretty seriously. Honestly, probably a little too much. Part of why I dared her.”
“It’s strange to imagine her in class.” I hadn’t meant to say it, but once it was out there, I couldn’t take it back. And I was glad I couldn’t, because I was very curious about the answer.
“She’s the girl who knows all the answers and shuts down all the stupid guys trying to talk over her.”
I knew that those behaviors weren’t exactly favored in classrooms, having myself been the one at the brunt end of the bullying that followed.
“It’s pretty impressive.” She was being genuine when she spoke, and I was inclined to agree. At the same time the thought crossed my mind, I found a picture of her perched on the lap of the Thomas Jefferson statute.
God, I loved that girl.
“I bet she is.”
Almost on call, (y/n) poked her head into the room with wary eyes, looking at me as I awkwardly waved before looking back to her roommate.
“Laura, are you being weird?”
The girl rolled her eyes, but didn’t respond. Instead, she turned to me like it was my question to answer. Afraid to spoil any tenuous, newly formed loyalties, I shook my head no.
“Okay…” She only barely accepted my answer, “But if you say some dumb shit and get arrested, I’m not bailing you out.”
Briefly sticking out her tongue as she walked past me, she continued on her way. I couldn’t help but give that lovestruck, idiotic grin I always gave when she was around. If you’d told me I would’ve ever felt like this about someone who felt the same about me, I wouldn’t have believed you. Part of me still didn’t believe she could ever love me the same as I loved her.
Turning back to the girl cringing at the blatant intimacy shared in a simple glance, I immediately became awkward again.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t bring my handcuffs.” I joked, showing my hands in a strange display of innocence.
She… took a different approach.
“I know for a fact she has a few pairs in her room if you need one.”
A high-pitched whine nearly escaped my throat at the casual mention, and I cleared my throat and turned to look at her with a very unconvincing laugh. “W-what?”
“You have to know it’s impossible for her to keep her sex life a secret,” she droned with a bored expression, “I live one room over.”
“Right,” I nodded.
There was an extended, never ending silence as she just let me stew in my own discomfort. It didn’t seem to bother her one bit, because the longer I avoided her eyes the more she seemed to smile.
“I’m uncomfortable.” I finally admitted, and she just shook her head, running her hand through her hair before giving me one final hard look.
“You’re sweet. You make her happy. I appreciate that.”
My mouth scrunched in a humble half-smile, my hands finding their way back into my pockets as I tried to consider the reality I’d found myself in. Of all the infinite possibilities, I got to exist in the version of the world where I loved a girl who loved me back.
“It’s all her,” I finally said with a voice that crackled far too much for my liking, “I don’t do anything. I’m just the lucky one she decides to keep around.”
Laura flashed an approving grin, but then got up when she heard the familiar, happy feet beating down the hallway. (Y/n) burst out from around the corner, her arms full with a picnic basket and a blanket she clearly owned for just these occasions.
“Ready to go, babe?”
“Lead the way.”
I’d have followed her anywhere.
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It was the perfect time of year for a picnic, despite Spencer’s insistence that there was no such thing. Once we were in the park, his whining dramatically decreased. Maybe it was the sunshine, or maybe it was the smile on my face, but he was certainly in brighter spirits.
He even let me rest my head on his lap, his legs crossed underneath me while he alternated between staring off at the trees slowly losing their color to autumn and my quiet contentment as I nibbled on an assortment of fruits.
There was no awkward silence or hidden darkness in this day, and even the sweetest strawberry couldn’t be more refreshing. To be here with Spencer, soaking in the late Summer sun, was all I could ever ask for.
But I was also eager to take advantage of the uncharacteristic softness between us. It wasn’t often we could share moments like this. Between his job and all our problems over the past few months, I wasn’t sure when we could be like this again.
“Let’s talk about something fun.” I blurted out, earning an intrigued look from my boyfriend. He readjusted his position, leaning back on his hands so he could look down at me easier.
“Okay, like what?”
“Don’t make fun of me…” The way he was looking at me gave me no hope he would actually listen to me, but I continued anyway, “I have conversation starters I looked up.”
He snorted while trying to suppress his chuckle. “Of course you do.”
Dropping my mouth open, I reached up to lightly smack him on the face for immediately doing exactly what I had asked him not to.
“What? Like you’re the epitome of sociable, Dr. Reid?”
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to stop the laughter that kept bubbling in his chest over something that was decidedly not that funny at all. We were just that stupid kind of happy where everything was wonderful.
“I’m just not surprised!” He reminded, then nodded for me to continue, “Go on, tell me one.”
“Tell me something you’re scared of.” I shot back, excited to hear the answer.
“The dark.” It was the most anticlimactic, stereotypical answer I could have imagined. It was my turn to scoff now, hardly believing the answer to be real.
“Seriously? You’re an FBI Agent, Spencer.”
“You told me not to make fun of you, but then you make fun of me? Unfair. I didn’t sign up for this scrutiny.” His legs started to move under me as he pretended like he was about to dump me from his lap and leave me here.
“Fine!” I shouted, reaching my hands up to grab his face. Although they fumbled awkwardly from my strange position, he took the time to lean to the side and kiss my palm lightly. “Favorite memory of the two of us.”
He blew out a long breath, his eyes squinted like they always did when he was in deep contemplation. But something told me something actually jumped straight to his mind, but he was holding it back for some other reason.
“That’s not fair. There are too many.”
I wasn’t falling for it. I flicked his nose before pulling my hand back, smiling at the way he jerked away like it actually hurt him. Giant baby.
“No cop out answers, old man. Favorite one!”
Spencer just sighed, letting his head fall back as he actually thought about what he was about to say for once in his life. I took the brief moment without his scrutiny to reflect on just how lucky I was to be able to see him like this.
“Okay. So, remember when we went to the bakery in Downtown?” He asked like I could have forgotten.
“Pauls? Yes, I remember.”
They’re legends in the area, but a total pain to try and get. You have to get there first thing in the morning and wait in a ridiculous line. But they were always worth it. Spencer had told me he’d never been, and I just couldn’t let such an injustice stand.
“While we were waiting in that ridiculous line, I remember looking at you and just seeing how excited you were for a donut, even at 7 in the morning.”
“That’s objectively the best time for a donut.” I interrupted with the most matter-of-fact tone I could emulate.
“Right,” he laughed, recalling how I kept reminding him of that fact while in line, “Well, we got to the front and before I could even talk, you had already ordered one for me.”
It took me a second to remember exactly what had happened. So much had happened since then, the memories were becoming muddled in my mind. But once I did remember, I smiled.
“Chocolate frosted with sprinkles. For the child in us all.”
“That’s it.” His voice had gotten soft so quickly, his hand brushing over my cheek while he played with the strands of hair blowing back over my face. “That’s my favorite memory.”
If I didn’t make a joke of it soon, I was scared my heart would burst.
“Really? That’s your favorite memory? Of all things?” I asked with a playful grin, clasping both of my hands around his and holding it against my chest.
“Yes.” For a man of so many words, it meant so much more when he spoke so little. You could feel the truth in the way the sound hit your ears.
Even as I bit on the inside of my cheeks to withhold my excited giggle, he was looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Spencer, that’s so lame.”
In that way he always did, he so charmingly replied, “How fitting for us.”
“Rude,” I muttered, finally finding the strength to sit up from my position on his lap. The world only spun for a second as I reoriented myself. He seemed equally grateful, stretching his legs out in front of him.
“What else do you want to make fun of me for?” Spencer said with a smile, watching as I reached into the small basket and pulled out a small clementine. I ran through the questions in my head, trying to decide which one to spend our limited time on.
“Okay,” I decided, “What did you think the first time you saw me?”
His face scrunched up with the leftover embarrassment from our very first meeting, during which the first thing he had ever done to me was lie. It had been a flattering one, though.
As I popped a section of the small citrus fruit into my mouth, I noticed the way he licked his own lips. The sight caused butterflies to flurry in my stomach, and I wondered which was more appealing to him; the mouthwatering scent of oranges or the idea of slipping something else between my lips.
“I thought... that you were beautiful and intriguing. And I was right.”
I got my answer to my preceding thought, because he had quickly wrapped his hand around the back of my head, pulling me into a kiss with crushing force. For someone who wasn’t the biggest fan of public displays of affection, he certainly didn’t mind kissing me like this.
Despite how deep and hard it was, it ended far too quickly. I sucked on my bottom lip as he left, staring up at him with wonder and devoted attention.
“Why was I intriguing?”
He clearly hadn’t thought that far ahead, probably hoping that the kiss alone would distract me from asking any more questions about that night. Unable to get out of it now, though, he just shrugged with a nervous chuckle, “You... were looking at me?”
My laugh, on the other hand, was full bodied as I pushed him away from me with just enough force that he actually almost toppled over.
“That was it? Because I looked at you?”
It seemed so silly, but I could tell by the way he responded that he meant it. He had told me before, on that night actually, that he wasn’t used to women showing him attention. But surely, he must just be missing it. He was an amazing man.
“I don’t know. There’s just something about you.” He paused between his words, taking a deep breath before attempting to work through his thoughts, “Like... like things just revolve around you. You have this intense gravitational pull that just told me that I had to get closer to you or I wouldn’t be able to survive.”
Fighting back the blush quickly forming on my cheeks, I struggled to maintain my typical aloof nature. I couldn’t have him getting a swelled head just because he could string together a couple cute sentences.
“Are you calling me a star, Dr. Reid?”
“I guess I am, yeah.” He hit me back with that confidence he rarely displayed outside of our play. I loved to see it like this. It made me feel like I was actually with him, rather than any manicured person he’d created to suit the needs of the current situation.
“If you felt that strongly about it, then why lie and say you weren’t checking me out? I could’ve left, you know.”
“But you didn’t.”
“Yeah, but I thought about it.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. There had been a couple of times during that night that I almost cut my losses—admitted that we were just too different to ever be compatible. Thank god I’d ignored that flawed instinct.
“I wouldn’t have blamed you. Have you looked at your boyfriend? I’m so weird.”
The ease with which he flouted his eccentricities brought a smile to my face, and I shook my head as I tried to fight back in his defense. “You’re not that weird.”
“Are you joking? Look at yourself. You’re—You’re normalcy personified! No, actually, you’re not even that. You’re this... beautiful, smart, talented young girl and I’m just an old man who’s hoping to keep you around long enough that you forget you have better options out there.”
The longer he spoke, the more my jaw dropped open. Eventually, I had devolved into a fit of laughter.
“Dr. Reid, you can’t seriously be telling me that you think I am out of your league!”
“I mean—!” he started, but I wasn’t going to allow him to even entertain the thought. I clapped my hand over his mouth, nearly climbing onto his lap to hush any noises he attempted to make.
“No way!” I shouted, “Shut up!”
Instead of trying to wrench my hand away, his hands came to rest on my hips. I could feel the smile spreading across his cheeks under my fingers.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Spencer. Fucking FBI Agent with three PhDs. Get out of here.”
He began bouncing his leg under me, and when I looked down to see what he was doing, I was shocked to feel a wetness on my palm. Ripping my hand away, I looked at my hand to see the swipe of saliva over the skin.
“Did you just fucking lick me?!” I screeched, unable to comprehend what had just happened, staring at my boyfriend with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I touched the ground with this hand! What are you doing?!”
“Yeah, I’m definitely going to rinse my mouth with bleach when we get home. But it was worth it, to see that look on your face.”
He went to wipe his own face, but I still couldn’t get over the fact my hand was fucking wet. So I took my hand once more, wiping the residue of his own spit back over his cheek. Surprisingly, he just let me do it, laughing as he only slightly tilted his head back.
“Nasty old pervert,” I joked, rolling my body off him and sitting on own once more.
“You’re very mean when you’re nice to me.” Spencer pouted.
I was distracted, trying to get my hair to stay out of my face and mouth as the wind started to whip through the park. Still, I managed to say a few very important words of warning.
“Yeah, well, get used to it, bud.”
Taking pity on my obvious distress, he reached out to grab my arm, tugging me back over to him. “Come here, little girl.” he instructed while I crawled over on all fours to sit between his legs.
I was going to ask him what he was planning when I felt his hands begin threading through my hair. I sat patiently, recognizing the pattern he was weaving.
“... When did you learn how to braid hair? Did your mom teach you?”
“My mom has short hair.” It was an evasive, but truthful answer, so I didn’t press it. I was sure I would find out more about his family as time went on. I just had to keep reminding myself that we had all the time in the world to get to know each other.
“I never learned how to braid hair specifically. I’m just applying the same pattern I would with a knot or a puzzle.”
“How romantic.” I gasped, tucking my hands between my legs as I enjoyed the way it felt for him to play with my hair.
It was always bizarre, to consider the way he could be so soft in moments like this. Or rather, that he could be so far the opposite at other times. In my heart, he was always the kind, goofy man I had met that night at the bar.
But I’d seen him angry, depressed, and in pain. I’d seen him desperate and scared. Basically, the only way I hadn’t seen Spencer Reid was however he was at work. Part of me wished that I could; it was obvious he was good at it and, to a certain degree, enjoyed it.
Then again, when I know he does things like get shot at, it makes it a little bit harder to be interested in. I couldn’t imagine getting that phone call one day while they loaded him into the back of an ambulance... or worse.
“Ah, the things I do for love.” His calm, smooth voice tore me from the destructive thoughts and back into his warm embrace.
“Hey, Spencer, I have a serious question.”
“Well, that’s terrifying.” He joked, holding out his hand for my hair tie, which I happily gave him. I hated to admit that he did a better job at braiding my hair than I’d ever done. Freaking stupid genius stuff.
“When do I get to say it back?”
I swear, I felt a chill spread through the air between us. His entire body froze, his hands stuck mixed with the elastic as he tied off the braid.
It was an intense, unwelcome flashback to the second night I’d spent with him, when we had talked about things too serious, too soon.
Terrified, I immediately cut off anything he might have been able to say, muttering, “Never mind. Forget I asked.”
Letting my hair slip from his fingers, he let his hand drag along my spine. I wished I could see the look on his face, but I didn’t dare turn around.
“I’m sorry.” He said after another moment of silence, and it physically pained me the way the words fell from his lips.
“Don’t apologize,” I said in the cheeriest tone possible, trying to lighten the mood, “I just wanted to test the waters.”
With that, I spun around dramatically, noting the way his face lit up once it saw the smile on my own. “And they are frozen solid!”
He laughed at the enthusiasm I displayed, swiftly throwing his arms around me in a tight embrace.
“Well, I’ll just have to warm you up, then.” My whole body in his arms, he yanked me off the ground and onto himself. I struggled playfully under his arms, not paying any attention to the other people in the park watching our childish antics.
“Hypothermia is very dangerous, after all,” he lectured, “Let me take your temperature.” Burying his face in my neck, I felt the familiar overstimulation that accompanied frantic, light touches of my sides.
“Stop!” I burst with laughter, “You’re tickling me!”
The movements all halted, but only to be followed with a terrifyingly devious tone of Spencer’s voice. “You’re ticklish?”
“Don’t you dare—”
“Oh, I love this information.” And just like that, he began his onslaught. His fingers danced over every inch of my sides, his lips pressing quick, frenzied kisses against the underside of my chin. The harder I laughed, the more he continued.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” I screeched like a banshee, trying to slip from his hands or turn around—anything to get the upper hand again.
After nearly wrestling him, I managed to get both hands on his shoulders and shove him back against the blanket. The force with which we hit the ground knocked the air from his lungs, and he groaned at my body weight on his chest.
“Okay, okay! You win!” He yelled, holding his hands in front of me while struggling not to touch the ground with his head. “I’m not risking more surface area of contact with the ground to fight you.”
“(Y/n) emerges victorious!” I grabbed hold of both of his hands, shaking his arms with all my leftover adrenaline while I cheered myself on.
“Dork,” he muttered under his breath before he grabbed my sides, laughing at the way I instinctually jerked. I threw myself off of him to avoid the potential tickles, landing clumsily next to him. And Spencer, being the genius, recognized it as the perfect opportunity to pin me against the ground.
Wasting no time, he pressed the same instruments which had begun the great tickle war against my own lips. My hands found their way to his cheeks, pulling him closer as his tongue easily found mine. Just like it always did with us, it felt like the world was disappearing around us.
All I could feel, smell, taste, think, was Spencer Reid. His love and admiration flowed from him with ease, and I was happy to take it in. After a few minutes, we had to break apart. We might like a little bit of exhibitionism, but I was pretty sure neither of us actually wanted to tear the other’s clothes off in a park.
Could you imagine if people knew he was an FBI Agent? I was sure they already thought our age gap strange. But I didn’t care what they thought. Because right now, we were happy.
“I’m the dork you love, though.” I whispered against his lips.
“Indubitably,” he mumbled back, starting to laugh at the way the word sounded in our teenage love-like delirium.
“Now who’s the dork.” I teased as I smoothed my hands over his shoulders.
“Hm. Still you. And a little bit me, too.”
Laughter was bursting from me again.
“You have grass in your hair, idiot.” Before he could do anything about it, my hands were all over it, ruffling his hair wildly out of place. He just squeezed his eyes shut, letting me ruin any semblance of maturity or control from his appearance.
“Wow. Thanks for that.”
“You’re welcome.” I chirped, accepting the small peck he gave me before he started to retreat from his spot above me.
“You ready to head home?”
“Yeah, just about,” he sighed like it was a terrible thing to do. He hadn’t even wanted to come on this picnic!
“I promised to check you for ticks, after all.”
Ah, the real thing we were both looking forward to. Although, I was sure he was going to take it way too seriously for a few minutes before we devolve into sex on the bathroom floor.
“Mmm. I’m thrilled.” I replied honestly, struggling to sit up now that my body had already slipped into Spencer Reid is on Top of You mode. It was one of those rare moments when I wondered if there really was a female version of blue balls, because I was almost certain I had it.
“I have to stop at the bank first, though. I’ll go throw this stuff in the car and we can just walk over.”
“Sure thing, old man.” I huffed as I stood up, holding the much lighter basket while he collected the blanket. Once he took it all from me, I glanced over at the nearby bench with a pout.
“I’m going to miss you.”
“You’re cute,” he smiled, kissing my cheek like it were a more serious goodbye, “I’ll be right back.”
While I waited for him, I cautiously watched the large, dark clouds rolling over the horizon. They threatened to swallow the sunshine that we’d basked in less than hour before. I tried not to think anything of it.
It wasn’t a metaphor; it wasn’t an omen. It was just the weather.
Spencer must have seen the anxiety, because when he came back, he gingerly placed his arms around me from behind, resting his head on my chin.
“I guess we have good timing. It looks like it’s about to storm.” I absently spoke, my eyes still fixed on the sky.
“Yeah, typical finicky Virginia weather, I guess.”
I wasn’t sure if I actually heard it in his voice or made it up, but I swore Spencer was also trying to stop himself from thinking something of the rain. I was probably just being paranoid. It was just a storm. They happened.
“Well, let’s get going so you can cash your check in person like an eighty year old man.” I joked, grabbing his hand and dragging him back towards the exit to the park.
“That’s a bit of an exaggeration. There are other people my age who don’t trust cell phone banking transactions.”
“Are there, though?”
He just shook his head, deciding it wasn’t worth it to get into it with me. Typical young kids, he must have thought, so irresponsible. But he didn’t say it, just held my hand on the short, quiet walk to the ornate building on the corner of two busy streets.
I swung our hands dramatically back and forth, earning an unamused, but still playful, glare from him.
“Your age is showing,” he pointed out before licking his lips and avoiding my eyes. I glared right back before responding, “Your stick-in-the-mud-ness is showing.”
“Not a word. Not a phrase. Not a thing.”
He stopped our hands dead in their tracks as he crossed the threshold, and for a second, I thought he was going to seriously be a spoilsport. But right when I least expected it, he swung our hands again and I nearly smacked into another person.
We both laughed, with me blurting out a frantic, “I’m sorry!”
“So immature,” he chastised, shaking his head with disapproval.
“I can’t believe you. You are such an asshole!”
The familiar hum and beeping of the metal detectors threatened to dislodge memories from the back of my mind, and I shook my head to try to get rid of them again. Spencer glanced over with concern but didn’t mention it.
I was grateful. I didn’t want to talk about it. Once we had passed security, he settled into the line like he’d done it a million times before. But me, being a normal person who used my banking app to cash checks, felt strangely out of place.
Figuring it might be a minute, and that the ride home would be significantly longer, I decided to go get any residual dirt and grass out of my hair. After all, it would get in the way of our tick searching activities.
“Hey, I’m gonna run to the bathroom. Don’t go anywhere.” I pointed an accusing finger at him as my arm slipped from around his. His hand followed me until he couldn’t hold on any longer, an innocent, lovesick smile on his face.
“You know I could never leave you behind.”
As cheesy as it was, it still made me smile. My heart ached with the saccharine sweetness of his affections. I’d gotten so used to them so fast; I couldn’t even imagine a world without them anymore.
“Don’t miss me too much, Dr. Reid.”
“You know I will, little girl.”
That storm cloud feeling was brewing in my chest again as I pressed a kiss to my fingers, blowing it across the ever-growing distance between us. Why did he feel so far away so suddenly?
I tried not to pay it any mind, humming You Are My Sunshine and imagining Spencer’s terrible singing voice instead. Looking at my reflection, I realized why my cheeks had been getting sore. Because there, staring back at me, was a smile on a neutral face.
I don’t even know when it happened, but it hit me in that bathroom of a bank at 12:47pm on a Saturday that I had fallen madly in love with Spencer Reid. And it suddenly made sense, why he didn’t want me to say it yet. Because I hadn’t realized it yet.
But now I had, and it filled every cell in my body. The blush on my cheeks was evidence of just how much I needed to let it out, to scream it from the rooftops, or at least in the lobby of this old bank.
There were so few things that could overwhelm the emotions I was feeling and rob me of this moment. My brain rioted against any sign of darkness or despair, clinging to the hope that I would be able to tell him soon.
So, when explosive booms rang through the bank, for a long second, I tried to convince myself they were thunder.
But they weren’t. The storm had indeed come, but it wasn’t responsible for the sounds that caused my heart to tear in two and shatter against the floor. The people outside the room were not screaming at the wrath of God, displayed with lightwork in the sky.
It was not thunder.
They were gunshots.
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Send Me A Prompt
My own prompt list. I will probably write all of these for reader x Kili. Or reader x Fili. I have issues with dwarven princes. But yeah. Send a prompt and i'll write something.
These are all bits of dialogue that appeared in my mind, but I haven't got a scene to go with them. All angsty, btw. Don’t be shy, and you can always ask for something more than once.
1- “And what exactly would you have me do? Sit around like an infant with nothing to contribute? Or would you rather have me use the skills that I have honed and developed throughout the years and actually be useful?”
2- “What is this sorrow that haunts you so terribly? Can you not be rid of it? Must it control your life every hour of every day, until there is nothing left of you? I know you to be stronger than this.”
3- “You truly believe that? After the love and the care and the shelter you’ve given to me, you believe it to be like this? I do not understand.”
4- “I cannot take you there, my love. Forgive me, I overstepped. My friend.”
5- “Please. Please be with me. I need you at this moment, and only you. Take my hand.”
6- “Lead me away from here, away from the darkness and the hurt, lead me so far away that I never have to see them again.”
7- “Mangled bodies. Broken bodies. Fighting until the last of their life-blood seeps out between the wounds. So many bodies, all of them destroyed. They are not bodies anymore, only corpses.”
8- “Take me in your hold. I need only to stay in your arms and my troubles will take their leave. Not forever, but long enough.”
9- “And how? How do you expect me to sway their opinions, so consumed in hate and fear of what they don’t know! How could you possibly expect me to go on like this-- like a stray dog everyone yells at when they get too close?”
10- “Your purpose is not to die. Your purpose is here. With me.”
11- “I want you. To feel the warmth of your hold, the fabric of your shirt against my cheek, the safety I find in your arms. I want to be with you, to love and be loved by you. But if that is not what you desire, I will leave and trouble you no longer.”
12- “I will cherish you. Treasure you above the hoards and riches of this kingdom. Love you no matter what hardships come our way. I want to partake in your trials, I want to see your fears. To listen to your voice every waking moment, to hear your laugh and wipe your tears. There is nothing in the world that I need more than that.”
13- “You hear but you do not listen! You are so consumed by your preconceived notions that you will not even see sense!”
14- “If you could disregard their words as easily as you disregard my own, we need not be having this discussion.”
15- “If this is the end, I can think of no better way to spend it.”
16- “If you break a bone, you will find marrow, good enough to nurture and provide food for your body. If you break a person, you’ll find quite the opposite.”
17- “You can always run. But you cannot fix things by doing so. Perhaps you’ll learn that after you go off and run away again.”
18- “Make me feel whole again.”
19- “Creation is nothing short of magic. With my hands, I can twist wires and pound steel, shaping it into something magnificent. With my words, I can create trust and friendship, and, if the gods bless me, I could even create love with them.”
20- “There is nothing here for me. Nothing that matters at least.”
21- “How could you be so warm one moment and stone cold the next? What kills your joy so fast that you become hard and mean? Is there an explanation of any kind that could let me know why?”
22- “You made me strong. You took away my fears and worries. You made me have courage. I would never be like this without you. How do you expect me to compose myself if you leave?’’
23- “I have drank and I have forgot. Forgotten many things. Suffering. Pain. Fear. All of these things link to you, but somehow my mind can never forget you.”
24- “Have you considering asking for comfort? For someone to be with you in your times of darkness? There are many who would not hesitate to hold you while you shake, me most of all.”
25- “Isn’t it lovely? To be etched into stone. Kept frozen in time for generations to see. To see your mistakes and failures. To see the pain and heartache you caused.”
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Day 3 - Love Unholyc
Third Day
Chat 1:59 am Sweet dreams
I can't sleep I'm so tired +Hi
Sure, I like that I want to chat with you face to face... +Hi
I want to see your startle face. +Hi Something big is going to happen if I faint one more time...
Sujee deserved it. You did the right thing +Hi I think you overdid it considering she didn’t do it on purpose
Maybe she doesn't like you being with me? — Maybe she is paralyzed in love with you? What's your mom like?
Chat 08:43 am William’s heart
Yeah, I'm right here — Why did you call me twice?
That pink haired human has a name and its hi +HI did you worry about me a lot?
Were they that important? but what's done is done. What should I do —
I recharge some yesterday night so it's okay! — We should look at it under a positive light its half full. Not half empty! I don’t think I can remember all of them You're right. I don’t listen to anyone so cheer up. —
Oh right! It’s the black Sabbath okay. I'll be more careful — Hi calls
Chat 10:36 am My dear friend!
Wow, your profile picture is so pretty — lol I was kidding; you know me all too well
How did you know that?? Are you worried for my wellbeing? — it's refreshing morning if that answer the question I don’t feel so great —
They were more attractive than unholycs — I still have a long way to go
To think you would find joy in my misery — I'm glad you actually find my situation amusing I don’t have any intention of forcing them to do my bidding — Our power doesn’t work against other unholyc
You have your butler though Why don’t you hang out with humans? — Huhu, wish all u want! — I will deliver your message to William
Chat 11:24 am Cat is recovering!
Yeap, 100 percent I survived thank to Hi +Hi Yes, I did! I skipped because I felt lazy and tired —
I wanted to see you too...you should have stopped by +Leo Good job. You can't just throw your life away like that. I didn’t notice! Sad I felt much better this morning all of a sudden +Hi Hi image
That’s because you drank too much yogurt lol You have a sweet tooth too hi? +Sol Great! I pulled it off — I guess he’s not fully recovered yet. We need to take care of him until the very end. I'm happy enough to be able to talk to you guys +Sol There are so many things that I want that I can't even list them all
Sol Image
Ah! Did you want to have my slippers? .. So cute lol +Leo
Bird poop That’s ominous Don’t you think you should rater clean it that chat about it here? Hahaha —
Sol Calls
Chat 13:46 pm Big Sister!!!
Who is this? — Okay, thank you
Where did you get my number? Haha Nice to meet you too +Sol
What jeeps him so busy? — Did Sol ever have a girlfriend?
Hey Hello? +Sol Excuse me?
Chat 14:32 pm I have a question
Yes, boss! I wanted to talk as well lol —
He called me sister in law lol Don’t punish him, he was a nice person. —
lol Are you checking on my meal status again? Yes, I did — No, I didn’t
Something else? Theres nothing, we’re fine mmm, the truth is... No, never mind —
I am one who made the decision. You don’t need to. +Sol William is not as irrational as he might seem lol
Chat 16:37 pm Memory from school years
I will take that SOS! +Leo Hi Leo, I'm not busy!
Application requirement? Can Hi translate? +Hi
I think those who write negative comments online are all psychopath Why would people spend time writing such a thing? +Hi
Why won't you make a costume for hi? Hi, so smart! +Hi
That’s Sol’s privacy I bet 100 +Leo
Sol Image Leo must enjoy physical activity. — Aren't you a professional model?
Sol isn't good at drinking? +Sol Oh. The story sounds pretty interesting!
The story doesn't match with how Leo looks I want to see Leo get tired +Sol
I like how manly Sol is That’s right. I like how soft and warmhearted Sol is —
Lol Sol... you are really upset Treating elderly well. That's amazing —
Chat 18:58 pm Strange vacation
Do you think he told her about my story? 30 pairs of slippers? +Hi
Didn’t you say the sign was no longer there? Maybe she’s talking off a little longer? —
You guys must be close to her She’s going to be fine +Hi
Maybe it was someone looked like her? +Leo Maybe she just wanted to take a rest
Sol is so reliable and competent I really wish she’s okay +Sol
I like sweet things too! +Leo How can Sol handle so much sugar?
Chat 19:43 pm Man From underworld
Sujee, you must visit Ripeato pretty often? Are you close to her too, Sujee? —
Don’t you think saying that can hurt Sol’s felling even more? +Sol Why don’t you use different way to describe him?
Sujee, you are being rude — are you talking bad about Sol’s friends?
Sol has enemies?! They want the Ripeato’s street? How bold! —
Sol, does this put you in danger? — Sol. Don’t you have intention to solve the issue by force?
Everything is centered on Hi for you, Sujee — Do you know these people, sol?
It Feels like we are mingling into something dangerous — Can't we just report the case to the police?
Leo you must have been busy? Leo, I am still here! +Leo
Sol is as normal as we are Sol must be aware how concerned you are, Leo —
How did you get close to her, Leo? +Leo How did Sol get close to her, Leo? +Sol How did Hi get close to her, Leo? +Hi
I am too, I've got so much to do I'm fine, pretty free +Leo
Chat 20:21 pm Don't tell others
Urgent matter? What is it? — Are you okay??
I won't until you come. Don’t push yourself too much, you don’t have to come if it's difficult —
Chat 21:24 pm Advance from human female friend
I'm just doing my work I just talked to sol —
Sol is not a gangster — No. I didn’t
I think you are You are worried about me? —
You... Heard? That means those may not be true — He had lived such a though like?
Sol said he trust Ripeato employees — all the employees at Ripeato used to be gangsters?
Yes, I understand. Thank you — well a lot still doesn't make sense to me I only speak about Hi that I know — Something makes me think I know more about Hi than you do
Chat 21:45 pm Sol’s last words
Don’t worry, sol will take care of everything! We haven't heard from Hi either, right? —
Hi, lets calm down a bit. I'm sure that what Sol wants Don’t be sorry. You must have been so busy... We have startled you +Hi
Nothing much He sounds there is some issues + Leo
Does sol get involved in fights often? Sol is super strong, so he's going to be okay, right? —
Leo, you really do understand Sol too well +Leo What message did Sol leave you with?
Why do you have to be there early the morning? Im so glad you are coming early —
Okay, I will stay strong +Sol I can't calm myself down from worrying
Story21:53 pm Emergency Close down, Ripeato
No options
Story22:34 pm Waiting
Sol! Are you okay? I was waiting for you +Sol
Should support him standing — Should Tell Sol he’s swatting a little but I worried about you too — We can't even worry a person who is taking care of himself?
How come you sound surprise by that? — Mm, I think?
That’s right, I am upset +Sol Nope, why would I feel unpleasant
Stop, get a hold of yourself! Let's finish this up first, okay? +Sol
Sol, can you do it with less power... It hurts if you do it like that, so let's loosen it up a bit. Be good, okay? +Sol
Sol is there any issue that you are afraid to share with is? Sol it may be just a feeling. But it seems you become a lot more talkative when I'm around —
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Bakudeku canon divergent, vampire quirk AU
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24
When Bakugou finally woke up in the Ena City Hospital, his head was splitting worse than a punch from Kirishima in full quirk, and ears rang with the force of all 108 New Year’s bell tolls. If he’d had no memory of the night before, Bakugou swore he’d just survived the worst hangover in history. Even his eyes hurt from the bright, piercing fluorescent lights and they weren’t even open! He turned his head to the side, noticing how much effort it took just to shift in such a small manner. It was as if his body was drained of... “Ugh, that bastard,” he groaned. ‘Fucker bit me.’ And as if to add insult to injury, a pin-prick pain in his neck revealed itself in that revelation.
His arm flopped up, hand straining with jerky strokes, reaching to touch the fresh bite wound located at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He flinched at the tender, bruising pain that sent a shock down his spine. Son-of— This just in! Pro Hero Dynamite cast in one of those cliché vampire movies that went straight to video. Definitely not the career start he’d envisioned.
“Oh, good you’re finally awake Mr. Bakugou.”
“Who the fuck are you?” he spat at the male voice. “And can someone turn the fucking lights off?!”
“I am Doctor Ishihira, and my apologies,” the doctor flicked off the overhead light. “Is that better?”
“Yeah,” he grumped.
“Mr. Bakugou, you were found yesterday morning and brought in suffering from hypovolemic shock due to severe blood loss and dehydration. We’ve treated you with 3 liters of IV fluids and blood plasma to bring your numbers back up, however you’ll still be groggy until your body replenishes the nutrients you were stripped of.”
Over a day had passed! At hearing he’d been out cold for so long, Bakugou immediately clenched his fists, swearing up and down about being released until they threatened to sedate him for longer. Longer?! He begrudgingly relented and settled down, but damn it! That meant Midoriya had another head start on him again! And now that the man knew he was on his trail, finding him would be a lot more difficult!
“What the hell is hypo-whatever shock?” Bakugou questioned.
“When you were found, you were in and out of consciousness and rambling incoherently, all signs of severe blood loss. The fatigue you’re still feeling is also due to the effects of it. Luckily the amount of loss wasn’t enough to start shutting down your organs.”
The doctor continued explaining a few more details regardless of the tantrum like a robot. Minor injuries he’d been treated for. The obvious puncture wounds in his neck, questioning Bakugou about any description he could provide of his attacker. He wasn’t about to tell this doctor or any authority figure who the true culprit was, so he feigned a temporary retrograde amnesia. Based on a raised brow, peering over his glass’s expression, the doctor didn’t look very convinced. Oh well, Bakugou really didn’t care about the man’s opinion.
“Mr. Bakugou, we also called you parents…”
“You what?!” Bakugou tried to jump off the bed, but his body absolutely refused to respond and ended up flopping like a dying fish. Ugh! He really was worse off than he’d thought.
“I’m sorry, but you are a minor, so we were obligated to do so. However, they did give us permission to treat and release you on your own recognizance once we felt you were better.”
Well, that was good news. ‘Sounds like mom actually listened to my letter.’ Or the authorities surely would have shown up by now. “Ugh! So, how much longer am I stuck here?”
“If you continue to recover well, tomorrow morning.”
Fuck! Now a three-day head start! Just great, he groaned. Midoriya could get far away with that kind of a jump start. “Fine, whatever! Now go the fuck away.”
The doctor left the room after explaining how nurses will be monitoring his progress, but to also let them know if anything started to feel worse. They needed to know if he developed any lasting effects from organ damage. Once he was alone again, Bakugou rolled gingerly onto his side as his mind processed the new information. Whatever Midoriya had been hit with must be the cause of this weird blood thirst that resembled a goddamn vampire plot line. Perhaps the significance of the blood coloring in his eyes was a sign of that thirst taking hold? That’ll be a handy tell, too bad it seemed to appear within seconds of the next step.
But if Midoriya had just fed on a victim, and history showed at times, a span of days before the next incident, what had caused his friend to attack him so fast? Was this thirst like a hunger? And what happens when you exercise or exert yourself? You use up energy. ‘Duh, Katsuki.’ Fighting and expending all that energy must have triggered the attack. ‘Wow, it burns fast.’ That meant Midoriya probably struggled to control this thirst, and that’s why he was pleading for him to leave him alone. But sorry, he couldn’t do that. ‘Fucker shouldn’t have run!’ One way or another he is getting his friend back home where he belonged. In fact, this only made his drive to find Midoriya stronger because he felt like he was partially to blame for the predicament his friend was in. The guy had to be scared, freaked out, and lonely. Bakugou’s heart clenched at the thought. He knew his friend was a social person by nature who loved being around friends and family. To be stuck out here all by himself and too frightened because of whatever this new quirk was had to be horrible… and utterly not fair. Of course, he did have a tendency to isolate himself when he feared…
Bakugou groaned. “Kami, not again with this shit!��� When was Midoriya gonna learn to stop running away!
As his eyes relented to the fatigue and his mind slipped back into unconsciousness, Bakugou could only pray he’ll get a lead as soon as he got out of this hospital. This strange new quirk, if that’s really what it was, posed a serious danger not only to Midoriya, but the public. The reputation of pro hero’s had taken a major hit already because of AFO and the league, so if the public found out about a blood drinking hero attacking people… ‘I gotta get you out of here…’
After his encounter with Bakugou, Midoriya had rushed out of town as quickly as possible. Tears poured down his cheeks as he took off into the sky from having given in to the lust of this uncontrollable quirk. But he couldn’t stop it even if he’d wanted to. He’d learned the hard way right at the beginning that once it took hold of his mind, the only thing he could do was give-in or succumb to an even worse ravenous state that literally hurt. The pain of holding out on the hunger made him feel like a starved predatory animal that tore at his insides until he relented. In this state, the blood of any creature that came too close became a meal. But it was never enough. Animal blood didn’t satiate him in the same way that human blood did. Plus, he worried that if he let it get completely out of control, he might just end up killing someone. So far, he’d been lucky to leave them all unconscious but alive.
It was obvious that the light AFO had hit him with contained this strange quirk. How ironic, to take down a villain, only to be turned into one. That’s how Midoriya felt. How else could he feel? A hero wouldn’t hurt other people, so by taking the blood of others for sustenance, that made him a villain. Therefore, he couldn’t be a hero anymore. It must have been AFO’s plan all along once he’d realized he was losing. The villains end goal was to ruin hero society and this was definitely one way to do it. Take out his primary rival. The man poised to carry on a torch of safety and security, and snuff out any who chose to do harm… The whole situation with Bakugou really turned this into a nightmare out of body experience. To see his friend’s eyes suddenly show fear, then fade away the more he drank… his mouth clamped to the man’s neck… it was a horrible imagine that was sure to haunt him. He could still smell the burnt cinnamon from such a close encounter. If only he had clothes to change into or even a pond to bathe in, because that lingering scent was gonna drive him mad!
Midoriya curled up and clenched his eyes shut tight in an abandoned and overgrown castle he’d found outside of Ena. It didn’t look like it’s been maintained for a very long time, so the likelihood of a human showing up seemed low. He knew he should have travelled farther away, but he was too tired, too upset and just wanted to quit. All the years of growing up quirkless, to gain OFA and become the very thing he’d dreamt of, only for those dreams to be dashed again. It was as if life just didn’t want him to be a real hero. Maybe he should just put himself out of his misery, and yet— he couldn’t do it. To die out here alone where no one knew where he was or what had become of him, that wasn’t fair to his family and friends…
They must be so worried about him right now. His poor mother didn’t deserve any of this. Would his friends look down on him now? And All Might, his idol, who’d taken him under his wing, was he disappointed? And that just left Bakugou. He’d said the truth in answering the man’s question. No, Midoriya never would have expected him to come looking. Katsuki Bakugou giving a damn about him? Yeah, right. Bakugou wasn’t doing this because he cared. There was always a selfish reason behind his madness. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. Shouldn’t big bad Dynamight be thrilled that his biggest rival was gone?
Okay that was a big, fat white lie he’d been telling himself for the last two years. He knew Bakugou had moved past those pettier behaviors, but it was simply easier to believe and keep their relationship as rivals than to hope his childhood friend would ever see him as something else. And yet… ‘Kacchan was genuinely surprised by my answer. Did he really come looking for me because he cared that much?’ Yet in what way? Why was the man trying so hard? Did he… ‘miss me?’
Midoriya shook his head violently of those thoughts. No, no, he didn’t want to believe that because it would make this situation even more unbearable than it already was! He’d already given up everything he’d ever loved. His hopes and dreams, a future and losing an affection he’d craved for years would just simply be too much.
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Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well
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I know it's supposed to be an ask game but I love stuff like this so I just answered them all lol
Tagging @elevenstarsofchaos @summertimekiller @nutellarghh @tails89 @ash-mcj if you guys want to do it too
1. What is your middle name?
Chase
2. How old are you?
I grew up with dial-up internet, AIM, tamagotchis, and the spice girls
3. When is your birthday?
July 25
4. What is your zodiac sign?
Cancer/Leo cusp
5. What is your favorite color?
Dark Gray and Minty Blue
6. What’s your lucky number?
11 and 7
7. Do you have any pets?
Sadly no, but once I live in a place that allows pets, I'm gonna have a whole bunny army
8. Where are you from?
US east coast
9. How tall are you?
5'4"
10. What shoe size are you?
7/8
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
How many do I have sitting in a shoe rack in my closet or how many do I have stacked by the front door that I actually wear on a regular basis?
12. What was your last dream about?
Last night I dreamt that I was competing on a baking show with my pack and we were all covered in flour trying to figure out how to make sourdough bread lol
13. What talents do you have?
Writing, sewing, knitting, papercrafts, and for some reason, memorizing really random weird fandom-related tongue-twisters like raxacoricofallapatorious
14. Are you psychic in any way?
I like to think I have intuitive moments
15. Favorite song?
It changes daily, but right now it's Willow (Dancing Witch Remix) by Taylor Swift
16. Favorite movie?
It used to be a cross between Tangled, Half-Blood Prince, and The Avengers, but it's been a while and I'm not sure what I'd choose now
17. Who would be your ideal partner?
@elevenstarsofchaos ♥️
18. Do you want children?
Just bunnies 🐰
19. Do you want a church wedding?
I want an outdoor wedding — beach or garden
20. Are you religious?
I think I'd fall under agnostic
21. Have you ever been to the hospital?
Yes
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?
I got a couple of parking tickets lol
23. Have you ever met any celebrities?
Apparently I just missed meeting Brendon Urie by a couple of minutes when my partner dropped me off at the airport one time
24. Baths or showers?
Showers, but baths are nice too
25. What color socks are you wearing?
It's July, too hot for socks
26. Have you ever been famous?
If you count seeing your own fic reblogged on your dash
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?
Nah, too much pressure. I like my peace and quiet.
28. What type of music do you like?
A little bit of everything, except for country, rap, and metal
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
Yup
30. How many pillows do you sleep with?
I alternate between a memory foam pillow and a buckwheat pillow, both super comfy
31. What position do you usually sleep in?
Side or stomach, usually
32. How big is your house?
It's cozy
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
Poached egg on toast and a honeycrisp apple
34. Have you ever fired a gun?
Nope
35. Have you ever tried archery?
I haven't, but I bet that'd be fun
36. Favorite clean word?
Wisteria
37. Favorite swear word?
Fuck
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
Two days
39. Do you have any scars?
A few little ones, mostly from hiking or crafting
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
Well if it's a secret, how would I know?
41. Are you a good liar?
Lying makes me uncomfy
42. Are you a good judge of character?
I'd like to think so
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?
I think I'm decent at a Scottish accent?
44. Do you have a strong accent?
I don't think so
45. What is your favorite accent?
Scottish, Irish, English, and Australian
46. What is your personality type?
INFJ
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?
Probably my boots
48. Can you curl your tongue?
Yes
49. Are you an innie or an outie?
Innie
50. Left or right handed?
Right
51. Are you scared of spiders?
Oh yes
52. Favorite food?
Hibachi, pho, and thanksgiving style turkey and mashed potatoes
53. Favorite foreign food?
Pho
54. Are you a clean or messy person?
Clean, mess makes me anxious
55. Most used phrased?
56. Most used word?
I'm just gonna take and apply what my lovely friend Hayley said when I asked my pack what my most used phrase and word are lol
Me: What are my words? I have no words. I am wordless. Adrift in the sea without word or wood.
Hayley: Maybe you just have so many words. Every sentence you craft is unique. A gift to be treasured.
Me: Oh 🥺♥️
57. How long does it take for you to get ready?
If I'm showered and dressed? Two minutes. If I'm in the middle of a project? I'll *say* two minutes but it'll actually be more like an hour.
58. Do you have much of an ego?
I would, but the self-esteem issues keep getting in the way lol
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?
Suck until it's soft enough to bite
Welp, that sounds interesting out of context
60. Do you talk to yourself?
I give myself pep talks when I'm feeling anxious
61. Do you sing to yourself?
I sing while I work on projects sometimes
62. Are you a good singer?
I like to think so, I've been told I am
63. Biggest Fear?
That health issues will get in the way of me living a good life
64. Are you a gossip?
Nah
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?
Moulin Rouge
66. Do you like long or short hair?
For me personally? Long
67. Can you name all 50 states of America?
Yup, the song was drilled into me in middle school chorus lol
68. Favorite school subject?
Art and English
69. Extrovert or Introvert?
Introvert, but I like being social with the right people
70. Have you ever been scuba diving?
No, but I'd like to
71. What makes you nervous?
Feeling out of control health/body wise, people with bad intentions
72. Are you scared of the dark?
More scared of what might be lurking in the dark, especially dark waters
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
Only if they'll cause harm
74. Are you ticklish?
Yes, I'll flail and kick
75. Have you ever started a rumor?
No
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?
I was line leader in kindergarten
77. Have you ever drank underage?
Yeah lol
78. Have you ever done drugs?
If weed counts
79. Who was your first real crush?
Ewan McGregor lol
80. How many piercings do you have?
Technically five, all ears, but most of them have closed up by now
81. Can you roll your Rs?
Oui
82. How fast can you type?
Moderate
83. How fast can you run?
I'd like to get better at running in general, let alone fast
84. What color is your hair?
Honey blonde
85. What color is your eyes?
Blue
86. What are you allergic to?
Most fragrances, cigarette smoke, peanuts
87. Do you keep a journal?
I do
88. What do your parents do?
Like for fun or for work?
89. Do you like your age?
It's fine
90. What makes you angry?
People who are insensitive, argumentative, and controlling
91. Do you like your own name?
Yeah
92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?
No, but I have a list of character names I like
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?
I don't want kids, but if I had to choose, I guess I'd want a girl
94. What are you strengths?
I'm creative, I'm resilient, and I can make people laugh
95. What are your weaknesses?
Anxiety and fear of pain
96. How did you get your name?
I was born and my parents named me lol
97. Were your ancestors royalty?
I don't know, I've never done an ancestry test
98. Do you have any scars?
I feel like I already answered this lol
99. Color of your bedspread?
Charcoal gray comforter and blue and gray stars on white sheets
100. Color of your room?
White, but if I had a choice, I think I'd paint it light minty blue or light purple, with a matching darker accent wall
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Do you know what its really like to be depressed?
i am a 21 year old girl, living in the city of fredericton. moved here in 2018 so i could have more opportunities to make my life better. more chances to prove to people i am better the the roumors.
what i have learned living in the city of fredericton for 3.5 years is that no matter what ido in life.... its never enough. its never enough to be congratulated by family members. at 19 i was a supervisor at a clothing retail store, i was also act in manager until one was hired in later on. NOBODY congradulated me on being able to handle that at 19!
i come from 2 very small towns. well ones a village and ones a town. neither place did i ever feel very welcomed....
i often tried to portray my self as this perfect girl, dressing like the "cool" grils inorder to be noticed by anyone. that didnt work! i tried being like everyone else, i wanted to go to parties and hang out with "rebel" kids in my grade.
however i wasnt allowed! i was isolated from the "bad kids" growing up, i wasnt allowed to go to parties or hang out with anyone who seemed to have some sort of bad reputation.
All for what? im 21 and i have 1 friend whom of which didnt initionally want to be my friend but i sort of made him.
21 and my social skills are absolute garbage.
21 and i can count on one hand how many times ive drank alcohol.
21 and im still told how to live my life by my family.
i live on my own with a boyfriend and my family still tells me how i should spend my money, how i should spend my time, whom i should and shouldnt hang out with.
a life of orders and rules
i suffer from severe depression and anxiety.
i have what i call depressive episodes. where for long periods of time i absoluely hate everything about my self and my life. these episodes last longer when i am under stress.
i am currently on week 3 of my third known episode. my last one was 2.5 years long.
during these episodes i often dont eat, or i eat very little. i dont drink water, i dont bathe, i just forget how to care for my self completely.
i slowly distance my self from people often just not wanting to be around anyone for any length of time.
during these times i ALWAYS think of new ways i could attempt to take my own life. many of these ways go untested.
while in these episodes i am a danger to my self but nobody knows how bad it actually gets.
i have planned my death many times. i have written my will many times. i have written my letter many times.
i have been so tired of fighting and trying to hold on to life when i see no reason on me being here.
i am 21 and i have tried to take my life 4 times.
all 4 have failed or i was caught before i did it.
a lot of people say the understand what im going through.... but i find that hard to believe. you might be able to relate to some things, but nobody truely understands exactly how i feel.
3 out of 4 years i spent in highschool i was taking counsoling trying to figure out what was wrong with me. why kids didnt like me, why i wasnt happy.
i could never understand why i was always so depressed.
then one day very recently i understood why.
i lived with my mother until i was 16, from there i was with my grandmother until i was 18. next place i was, was with my biological dad for less then 6 months. at that point he let his wife kick me out, mid november 11:30pm with snow outside.
i was left to figure my shit out on my own.
at 18 i lived on my own. i struggled every day with trying to work enough to pay all my bills. 50% of the time my rent was never paid.
i had nobody at my side who was willing to help without fighting with me.
at 19 i learned that my own mother would help me financially but i had to get bitched at first.
she had to belittle me for how i chose to spend my money. for how little i was working, for never having my stuff paid on time or at all.
at 19 i realised i had no emotional support from anyone in my life not even family.
i envied the familys who looked so good together who seemed like they were they for each other.
i lost my self trying to please my family, i tried so hard to be the perfect child all for what? the mental struggle to keep my self alive?
here i am on week 3 of my third know episode and i have been in the hospital once for extreme stomach pains. (most likely from lack of eating). two days later called my self an ambulance to my work because i couldnt move i was in so much pain.
since then i have missed 4 shifts at my second job and struggled very hard to go to my shifts at my primary job.
i have ate maybe a total of 20 meals in the last 3 weeks (that i can remember that is). i have lost about 10lbs.
i am severly sick and i feel so alone.
like i have said i live with a boyfriend and even though im never entirely alone i always feel like i am.
i dont want to bother him with my problems..
i dont want him to feel pitty on me.
i dont want anyone to feel for me. i cant even feel for me.
when i encounter i problem i run, i never try and fix the problem i just leave. i figure it better for myself and everyone around me if i leave.
the urge i have to pack what will fit in my car and leave is very high... but i promised my friend i wouldnt leave.
i feel as though i have nothing here, as if i have nobody in my corner rooting me on.
i feel empty, i feel drained, i feel as though there is nothing i can do to save my self.
nothing i say or do is every enough.
no matter how hard i try to be okay its never enough.
i am not enough
nobody goes out of there way to make sure im always okay. but i do it for everyone.... even people i dont get along with.
because i never want someone to feel the way i do. i dont want people to feel as if they have nobody.
i have been the shoulder for many people to cry on, but when it comes to me the most i get is a message saying " you will get through this" or " everything will be okay".
but its like how would you know? how does telling me it will be okay make it okay?
i sit here and hype people up make them feel special when they are feeling sad. i make them feel worthy of this life. i make sure they know life is worth living.
when deep down i dont even believe that myself. but i know it helps.
now even though i am going through my episode nobody really knows i am. i have gotten very good at hiding it where in my family you dont have mental health issues. you just "think" you do.
i come from a very large family. from both sides, and i can assure anyone that not a single one can tell when im depressed as all get out.
not a single one of them are there for me. often times their making it worse by trying to control my life.
most times i am left wondering why i am even here.
why anyone has ever put up with me for as long as they did.
ill never understand why my support system is not really there. why i have nobody in my corner backing me up.
making me feel like i serve a purpose here. like i mean something to anyone.
ive got this thing called attachment issues. basically for me that means i do not like to be without someone for long periods of time.
i also have a problem with being left completely alone.
i suffer from childhood trauma, and child neglection.
now my family will deny that but i know what i went through on every moment of every day. i know how i felt everyday.
that being said the smallest of things can trigger a panic attack. often a fast movement or a raise in ones voice.
anyone who seems angry with me i will cry and cripple like theres no tommorow.
i can not stand up for my self because if someone so much as raises their voice at me i cripple. i feel like im 2 feet tall.
i love my first name.... Annastasia.... it just sound sso elegant. however i only ever heard this name when i was about to get in trouble. which was just about every day as a kid.
i am terrified to hear my full name because i truly believe that anyone who uses it is mad at me and its about to yell.
i cant even hear my own name.. let that sink in for a minute.
i lack the proper understanding of family.
i love you was not a sentence used often in my childhood. only time i remember it being used is if i got in trouble for something and later my parents found out they were wrong.
thats right id get in trouble for things that i didnt do or had no part in.... and be told that im loved because they fucked up. thats not fair to me.
so now when people tell me they love me i feel as though i did something wrong and they realised i actually didnt do anything.
thats what the words i love you mean to me.
its a was to say " im sorry i was in the wrong not you"
i have tried for so long to shelter my emotions, keep them pressed down in the dark but i cant do that forever. i shouldnt have to. nobody should.
i am here writing this today ( december 8th of 2021) so i can stop explaining my self to people who never understood why i am the way i am.
i will put my self in the middle of peoples drama just so i can feel included in something for once. nobodys every understood why....
im not envited to stuff. nobody ask me to go hang out.
i always ask, i always invite.
im so tired of trying for stuff that will never happen.
everytime i wake up in the morning i wish i hadnt because its another day of dissapointments, arguments, failure.
im tired of always being tired. im sick of always being sick.
im tired of trying to please everyone around me when i cant even please my self.
im tired of never being enough for someone
im tired of never being enough for my family
im so damn tired of being the disapointment in peoples lives
im fed up with always being labeled the problem everywhere i go
i have nothing left in me to keep fighting
i have no motavation left
all my dreams are shot out the window by everyone
my life is controlled by everyone around me
i am the problem always have been and probably always will be.
this is is what its like inside my head on a daily basis. this is the struggle i face in my every day life. this is what its like to be in my shoes.
this is my story. and aint nobody going to be able to fix it.
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I’m Gonna Crawl
Chapter 2 July 21, 1973
I had two hours to get home, get packed, call Daniel and make my way to the airport where the band’s private jet would be waiting to take off the next day. I was told to meet Peter at the airport and that Jimmy would be there with him. I had to admit, I was pretty anxious about this meeting. The boys had put a fear in me I had never felt before. If this didn’t work out, if Jimmy didn’t like me, we could lose the account and then god knows what would happen to me. I was working at the most highly rated filmography firms in Boston and I did not want to have to start all over again at a new one if I lost this job. I worked too hard to throw it all away.
I packed enough in my suitcase to clothe me for a good two weeks. As I zipped my luggage closed, I held the phone between my ear and my shoulder and dialed Daniels number. It rang twice before he answered.
“What?” He breathed into the receiver.
“It’s me.”
“Well, well. You finally have time for me.” He grunted.
“Don’t be like that.” I warned. Why did I call him?
“I’ve been waiting for your call since last night.”
“I’ve been busy. Work you know.” I played absentmindedly with the cord attached to the phone.
“Of course.” He sounded skeptical. “I’ve got shit to do right now. I’ll be at your place tonight.”
“Can’t.” I braced myself for the oncoming freak out. “I’ve got work. Going to be travelling for a few weeks.”
He was silent for a moment. “Really.” Was all he said.
“Yes, I leave in…” I looked at my watch. “Thirty minutes.”
He was still silent.
“I’ll have to call you later on tonight.”
Still silence. Then a small huff. “Listen, I just want to see you… to explain.” He thought I was lying.
“There’s nothing to explain.” I stopped him. “You did what you did. And I’m doing what I’m doing.”
“I’m not letting you go.” His voice was rough. “You can’t just leave without talking to me about it first. You’re mine, you belong to-”
“No, Daniel… I don’t.” I cut him off with my harsh tone. “You don’t own me.” I couldn’t believe him. I couldn’t believe myself. “Look I’m leaving now. I’ll call you on the plane tonight.”
Before I could hang up, he cleared his throat. “Where the fuck are you going?”
I sighed. I knew telling him would only make things worse. “The firm got a gig with a band. I’m directing the filming of their concert.”
“A band...” He was definitely annoyed. “And this band…” He was fishing. For a man who liked to dip his pen in company ink, he sure was paranoid and jealous.
“Stop. I have to go. And just so you know, you lost me the moment I walked into your office last week. You have no hold on me.” Before he could protest, I added. “I will call you tonight.” Then hung up. No hold on me. I laughed at myself. I was the idiot in an awful relationship that couldn’t let go even though I knew I should.
I knew I should just push him out of my life but he had always had some sort of hold on me. I hated myself for needing him.
*
I reached the airport in just enough time. Peter was there waiting for me at the gate. He greeted me with a warm smile and took me through the airport to the platform where the big jet plane sat waiting. It was huge and overwhelming. ‘Led Zeppelin’ written in big bold letters across the body of the plane. “Wow.” I breathed.
“Pretty impressive, eh?” Peter gloated staring at the plane. “Come.” He gestured toward the stairs that led to the open door. “Jimmy’s inside.”
He guided me through the door and gestured to the right. “Impressive.” I repeated. The main room of the plane was long and wide. A giant couch lined the wall spanning to the end of the room and on the opposite side sat plush chairs, a table, a television, a huge bar and a piano. I glanced up and saw a man standing in the doorway at the back of the room, leaning against it’s frame.
He stood there smirking at us, the glass in his hand holding enough liquid for a small gulp. He swirled it around and drank the last remnants. “So, this is why you told me to be on my best behavior.” He looked at Peter slightly amused then back at me. He pushed himself off the door frame and sauntered towards us. “James.” He extended his hand to mine.
“Cali.” I took his hand and softly shook it. I looked at his hand in mine, pale and rough, but nice. His long fingers slowly slipped out of mine.
“Jimmy!” A high squeaky voice sounded from beyond the doorway Jimmy had been standing in. A young blonde girl came dancing into the room. She had to be maybe 18, maybe younger. She ran up to Jimmy and attached herself to his arm. She looked at him and noticed his attention was on me and started tugging on his arm. “Let’s go back to bed.” She whined then narrowed her eyes at me.
I raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Maybe I should come back when you’re not occupied?”
“No, no, no!” Peter said grabbing the arm of the blonde and pulling her with him out the door. “Come, darling. Jimmy has business to attend to.”
She tried to protest but she was weak and feeble compared to Peter who dragged her out of the plane without trouble.
“Sorry to ruin your good time.” I sounded a tad condescending. "She seems really nice… I believe I didn’t catch her name.”
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly matching my condescending tone. “I’m afraid I didn’t catch her name either.” His green eyes seared into mine and for a moment I was at a loss for words.
‘What a jackass’, I thought.
“Shall I fix you a drink?” He asked, still staring into my eyes.
“It’s twelve-thirty.” I raised my eyebrows.
He gave me a crooked smile. “Good a time as any.” He turned away from me and sauntered through the doorway from which he had emerged. I watched him walk away, his dark curls bouncing around his shoulders. I couldn’t help but think ‘Jesus’. He was a complete jerk but my god was he ever gorgeous.
I followed behind him into a small room with a smaller bar. He was behind it grabbing a glass from a cupboard and placing it down on the counter. “Jack okay?”
I nodded and watched him pour the liquor into two glasses.
“So,” He started, sliding the glass toward me. I sat down on a bar stool and thumbed the glass. “You think you can handle all this?” He raised his eyebrows.
Did he actually just say that? “Why wouldn’t I be able to?” I questioned him.
He smirked. “Well,” He looked up at me through his thick eyelashes. “Most girls who join me on tour don’t make it very long before they start… well… It’s hard not to fall for me.”
‘Jackass’. “Mr. Page, I’m hardly on tour with you, I’m here to work. I can assure you that I will not be falling for you.” His confidence was incredulous. ‘Jackass’.
He laughed melodically. “Oh, you will.”
“Excuse me–”
He held up a hand to stop me.
I took a deep breath, feeling frazzled and lifted the glass to my lips. I downed the liquid in one gulp and placed the glass back on the bar.
He raised his eyebrows, impressed. “A girl after my own heart.” He copied me, draining his glass and poured us both another. “Cali, right?”
I nodded, refusing to meet his stare.
I could feel his gaze burning into my skin. He lifted a finger to my chin and tried to make me meet his gaze. I pulled away and glared at him. “You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” He gave me a crooked smile. I looked away again and drank until my glass was empty.
“Filming. I would like to talk about what your vision is.” I breathed in deeply.
“Ah yes, we will get to that, when the time comes. As for now you are here to get to know us.” He flashed a crooked smile. "And I would like to get to know you.” He emptied his glass and reached out for the bottle.
I grabbed a hold of it before he could and poured it into my glass until it reached the brim then slid the bottle toward him.
I could feel the alcohol swirling in my veins, my head feeling lighter, my patience still thin. I took another swig from the glass. I was going to need to be inebriated in order to deal with this man without punching him in the face.
He smirked at me again and emptied the remnants of the bottle into his glass. “To getting to know one another.” He held his glass in the air, an attempt to ‘cheers’ me. When I didn’t reciprocate, he frowned. “Oh, come now, I’m intrigued by you. I fear I may have met my match.”
“You have no idea.” I once again downed my glass.
Peter bounded back into the room with an exasperated look on his face. “What the hell kind of animal did you leave me with?”
“Animal?” Jimmy’s eyebrows knitted together then he laughed, understanding. “Right, she’s a scratcher.” He gave Peter a cheeky grin.
“Oh, is she?” Peter was deeply annoyed. “I hadn’t noticed!” He shoved his arm laced in long red scratches in Jimmy’s face.
“Relax, Ol’ boy!” Jimmy beamed. “If you think that’s bad you should see my back.”
“Ugh.” I made a face and noticed that it had elicited an insidious smirk from Jimmy.
“Are you bloody drunk, Jimmy?” Peter waved his hand in front of Jimmy’s face.
“I’ve had a few.” Jimmy shrugged. “T’was her fault.” He smirked crookedly as he nodded his head in my direction. “Bet me I couldn’t polish off the bottle.”
Peter sighed in obvious annoyance. “Sober up, Page!” He wagged a finger in his face. “Time to go.” He motioned to me. “Page. Rehearsal.”
Jimmy winked at me then turned and started for the front door of the plane and descended the steps.
I followed behind him and Peter behind me to two black Cadillac Fleetwoods. I couldn’t help but watch as Jimmy’s shirt clung to his back, his toned shoulders rippling under the silky fabric. He must have sensed my gaze on him because he turned his head in my direction and gave me a cheeky grin.
“We’ll be taking the furthest car.” Peter called behind me. I turned my head to peer at him and ended up walking right into Jimmy as he had come to an abrupt stop in front of the cars. I stumbled and would have fallen on my ass if Jimmy hadn't grabbed my waist to steady me. He looked down at me, feeble in his hold, his mocking eyes burned into mine but for a moment something soft flickered in them. He closed his eyes, let go of me and nodded before turning around sharply and disappeared into the black car.
“Come, you’ll take that car with me.” He gestured toward the other vehicle. “Jimmy can ride alone.”
Once we were in the car Peter folded his hands on his lap. “Look…” he gazed at me. “He’s not always like that. Usually quite a quiet chap. Gets cocky when he’s had a few.”
I put my hand up for him to stop. “It’s fine.” I feigned a smile. I could make it through this.
�� “Take Pagey with a grain of salt.” He paused then chuckled. “Ay, you seem tough. You’ll do good. Any problems though and I’ll sort the lot of ‘em out.”
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Can you answer all 100 of the questions? I know it’s a lot but I figured it would be a fun relaxing distraction 🥺🥺💕💕
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Of course!! thank you so much for asking darling, youre the best 🥺 <3
1. What is you middle name?
Kathleen
2. How old are you?
26
3. When is your birthday?
March 19th
4. What is your zodiac sign?
Pisces
5. What is your favorite color?
Light blue
6. What’s your lucky number?
319
7. Do you have any pets?
2 cats!
8. Where are you from?
USA
9. How tall are you?
5’6”
10. What shoe size are you?
9 or 9.5
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
Maybe 7 or 8 I think?
12. What was your last dream about?
Good question 😅 i have weird dreams but I tend to forget them quickly
13. What talents do you have?
Ah I’m not sure that I have many haha, I used to be able to play viola but I haven’t in ages and I write a little bit but not well
14. Are you psychic in any way?
Not that I know of :o
15. Favorite song?
Sunflower by Rex Orange County
16. Favorite movie?
Carol
17. Who would be your ideal partner?
Gwendolyn Briggs 😂
18. Do you want children?
I honestly don’t know tbh
19. Do you want a church wedding?
No definitely not lol
20. Are you religious?
Nope
21. Have you ever been to the hospital?
Not like as a patient but I’ve been to hospitals to visit family members
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?
I got a ticket once if that counts lol
23. Have you ever met any celebrities?
I met Lea DeLaria (from OITNB) at an event at my college once!
24. Baths or showers?
Showers
25. What color socks are you wearing?
Pink
26. Have you ever been famous?
Nope
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?
No, I’m way too shy 😅 I think it would be very stressful
28. What type of music do you like?
Lots of different types tbh: indie, alternative, pop, ska, pop punk, I tend to just listen to any random song I like regardless of the type
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
Yes once 🙈 with a friend when I was in college
30. How many pillows do you sleep with?
3
31. What position do you usually sleep in?
Usually curled up on my side
32. How big is your house?
I live in a one bedroom apartment so not very big haha
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
I don’t typically eat breakfast, eating early in the day makes me feel gross :(
34. Have you ever fired a gun?
No
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35. Have you ever tried archery?
Yes!! At summer camp when I was a kid, it was actually so fun! :o
36. Favorite clean word?
Purring (because cats!)
37. Favorite swear word?
Fuck! Lol
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
A little less than 24 hours
39. Do you have any scars?
Yes
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
You before you came off anon? 👀 hehe
41. Are you a good liar?
Depends on the situation, I tend to get too nervous haha
42. Are you a good judge of character?
More so than I used to be I think
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?
Not really, at least not well at least lol
44. Do you have a strong accent?
I don’t think so! I say some words with an accent though
45. What is your favorite accent?
I’m not sure if I have a favorite :o
46. What is your personality type?
INFJ
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?
I honestly have no idea tbh
48. Can you curl your tongue?
Only a little tiny bit haha
49. Are you an innie or an outie?
Innie
50. Left or right handed?
Right handed (except for when I play softball, I bat left handed)
51. Are you scared of spiders?
Not if they’re small, big spiders freak me out though
52. Favorite food?
Onion Rings
53. Favorite foreign food?
Sushi
54. Are you a clean or messy person?
Somewhere in the middle
55. Most used phrased?
I’m not sure :o (maybe thats my most used phrase lol)
56. Most used word?
Probably “hi” or something like that 😅
57. How long does it take for you to get ready?
Depends where I’m going, usually like 30-40 minutes
58. Do you have much of an ego?
No I don’t think so, I’m wildly insecure
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?
Uhm both I think? Like I bite them but not until they’re really small haha
60. Do you talk to yourself?
Yes lol
61. Do you sing to yourself?
Yes, especially in the car
62. Are you a good singer?
Not really 😅
63. Biggest Fear?
This is probably weird but I have emetophobia so throwing up lol
64. Are you a gossip?
Honestly a bit lmao but not in a malicious way I’m just really nosy
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?
Carol? If that counts haha
66. Do you like long or short hair?
On myself, long hair (I hate the way my hair looks short lol)
67. Can you name all 50 states of America?
Yes lol only because I learned a song about it as a kid and never forgot it 😂
68. Favorite school subject?
English
69. Extrovert or Introvert?
Introvert
70. Have you ever been scuba diving?
I have not
71. What makes you nervous?
Driving on really big highways/in bad traffic, interviews, feeling like I’m trapped, being in the middle of a row of seats (like in a movie theater)
72. Are you scared of the dark?
Only if I’m somewhere unfamiliar
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
Not usually unless its going to benefit them to be corrected, I wouldn’t just correct someone to embarrass them or anything like that
74. Are you ticklish?
Yeah a bit
75. Have you ever started a rumor?
Not that I can think of
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?
Kind of at work?
77. Have you ever drank underage?
Yes
78. Have you ever done drugs?
If weed counts as a drug then yes, if not then no lol
79. Who was your first real crush?
Some random person I went to school with lol
80. How many piercings do you have?
Just one on each ear
81. Can you roll your Rs?“
A little bit
82. How fast can you type?
Actually pretty fast!
83. How fast can you run?
A lot slower than I can type 😂
84. What color is your hair?
Brown
85. What color is your eyes?
Brown
86. What are you allergic to?
Nothing really I don’t think, I was allergic to pollen when I was a kid but I haven’t had any allergy symptoms in years so I guess I’m not anymore?? Lol
87. Do you keep a journal?
I don’t but I keep meaning to start
88. What do your parents do?
My mom works for a non profit, my stepdad works in a grocery store
89. Do you like your age?
Mostly, I’m happy to have the independence that I didn’t have when I was younger but sometimes I’m like ah adult life scary
90. What makes you angry?
Rude people, close minded people, getting taken advantage of, people who are mean to people I care about
91. Do you like your own name?
Not really, I wish I had a less common name
92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?
Nope, I can’t even decide if I want kids or not lol
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?
I don’t really have a preference
94. What are you strengths?
I’m a good listener, I try to be understanding, I’m usually pretty organized
95. What are your weaknesses?
Procrastinating, second guessing myself, being majorly insecure
96. How did you get your name?
It was the only girl name my Mom and Dad could agree on 😂
97. Were your ancestors royalty?
Not that I’m aware of haha
98. Do you have any scars?
Yes
99. Color of your bedspread?
Dark red
100. Color of your room?
White
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