#context.. im starting a new school TOMORROW | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

elly99 · 1 year ago

Text

us without me IV: new jeans

A story series from the perspective of Mia (fem!Reader/OC) as she goes through her memories and recounts falling in love with her best friend in high school, Minji. She suffers in silence until she breaks and it all comes crashing down.

Part 4 of 7. Check here for more details. Reading previous parts for context is encouraged. CW for language.

“Mia-ya,” she calls from behind her locker door.

“Mmm?”

“You wanna do something this weekend?”

“I dunno. Just relax, I guess.”

“You don’t wanna do something together?” She closes her locker, revealing her face pouting at you.

There were so many things you wanted to do together. But you bury those ideas under the books you stuff into your own locker.

“Did you have something in mind?”

“Nothing in particular. Just something with you.”

Fucking hell.

“Well, I think I need new jeans. Help me pick out some?”

You catch her smiling to herself.

“What?”

“Nothing.” She giggles. “I’ll tell you later.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“I’ll tell you later!”

“김민지 이상하다.”

Before closing your locker you notice a tiny bear sticker on the door.

“How did this get here? We’re only a month in and you’ve already started vandalizing my locker?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, bro.”

“Is this why you were laughing at me?”

“No, no! But I will admit it’s funny how you only noticed it now. And also how easy it was to guess your code.”

“Wait, yeah! How the fuck did you know?”

“Mia! No need to be so angry that your best friend knows you so well.”

It slowly dawns on you. “You remembered the date?”

“Of course! The day we got these,” she says, lifting her ring finger up to your face. “It was my idea after all.”

You look down at your own fingers. And you start to feel your sanity slowly slipping through them.

“To be fair, it did take me a couple of tries before I got it. But still… I know you’re sentimental like that, so it wasn’t hard.”

As she proudly struts away to the cafeteria you spot her applying lip balm - the same one you used.

You thought you’d buried it in your locker along with everything else but you find yourself powerless to stop the idea of kissing her making its way back into your mind as the lip balm touches her lips.

The smell of spring wafted in through the open bedroom window. You had your phone to text her in one hand and the chocolate bar she got you on the walk home in the other.

so we’re just going shopping tomorrow?

yeah unless u had something else u wanted to do

wanna watch a movie?

huh? i thought u didnt like movies

yeah but i just want to spend time with you and i know you like going to the cinema so

You admire the blue ring on your finger and laugh.

My girlfriend really likes me, doesn’t she?

As long as you had it on you could pretend. So you never took it off.

i just checked and there arent any movies showing rn that im interested in

wanna come sleep over at my place then? we can watch the movies we want

wow u really wanna spend time with me huh

you got a problem with that bro?

no its just ur being sweeter than usual idk

well i do have something really important to tell you and i just wanna spend the day together so we can talk about it

No, Mia. It can’t be what you think it is.

is this what u were being so secretive about earlier?

yeah

why so serious bro is everything ok?

yeah everything’s perfect! i just want to tell you in person

No. Fucking. Way.

why not now?

i’ll tell you tomorrow dw

you promise?

of course! i’ll pick you up at 10? or is that too early?

no im fine with it but i doubt youll wake up that early

you’re right 😖 i’ll just text you tomorrow

sure

okie good night mimi ily 💗

good night <3

Mia, there’s just no way. Calm down. You’re being silly. You’re being delusional. Stop it.

You start laughing again at the absurdity of the situation. At the fact you were even entertaining the thought. You laugh until tears start pooling in your eyes. Until you forget why you were laughing in the first place. Until the tears fall and you find yourself crying into the night.

i’m up

congrats on waking up before noon ig

hey i set an alarm just for you so you better be grateful

woah im so touched

we have a date today so i better be on time right? 😊

Damn it, Minji.

does that mean youll be here soon?

yeah in 30

cool

It was 11:10. You’d gotten ready to go two hours ago. But she didn’t need to know that. She didn’t need to know that you were dying to know what it was she wanted to tell you.

hey i miss you

What the fuck?

bro whats up ur never this clingy

sorry i’m just really happy

about what?

you’ll see

It was 11:11. You wish for what you’d always wished for. You knew there was no point but with her being like this and your ring still on your finger, the line between fantasy and reality had never been more blurred.

Waiting outside your front door, you see her approaching from down the street. Even at that distance you could see the radiant smile she was giving you.

Often you wondered what life would have been like had you not moved in just down the street from her. Had you not gone to the same school. What if the universe didn’t give you so many opportunities to get close to each other? Why did it have to give you so many reasons to fall for her? But you had no choice. This was your life now. The girl you called your best friend, the one standing in front of you, was the person you so desperately loved.

“굿모닝.”

“It’s not morning anymore. You’re late.”

“미안!” You’re reminded that every apology would sound like your name. “But I’m here now. Let’s go.”

“Don’t you have something to tell me first?”

“Later. Over dinner.” Her smile was cheeky. Teasing.

“We have dinner plans?”

“Yup. My treat.”

Your heart trips over its own beats.

“Bro, it should be my turn.”

“Mia, no. This one’s important to me.”

Then it starts to scream as it hits the ground.

“My god, Min, what’s this about?”

“Don’t worry about it! Let’s just go get your new jeans first.”

She starts laughing again and you still don’t know why.

“Minji! No way!” you exclaim, shopping bags filled with clothes in one hand, her hand in the other as she tugs you along to a familiar part of the mall.

She just smiles and sticks her tongue out.

“This place is expensive!”

“But it’s your favorite. So it’s where we’re going.”

“Minjiii,” you whine.

“Hey, if you really cared about me spending too much you wouldn’t have such expensive taste. You left me no choice, to be honest.”

“Bro!”

For the first time in a while you’re laughing together. For a reason you both knew.

“For real, though, Mia. It’s fine! It’s my treat, so don’t worry about it.”

“You’re so sweet, Min.”

As if that needed further confirmation, she pulls out a chair for you.

“Mia! Are you blushing?”

“What? No!” You quickly cover your face with your hands. Your ring smiles a devilish smile as you bring it close.

“Don’t fall in love, bro,” she says teasingly. But it was way too late for that.

“What do you mean? I’m just excited for the food.”

“Sure.”

With that one word her expression changes. You couldn’t quite parse it. But you convinced yourself that there was something about her face that told you that she knew. And there was nothing more terrifying.

As your meal comes to a close and the night slows down she finally says it.

“Mia.”

“Minji.”

“I have something to tell you.”

“I know.” Your voice falters as your heartbeats quicken. You clear your throat to hide it. “Just tell me already.”

She leans over the table, looking straight into your eyes with something like anxiousness in hers.

“I’m… I’m debuting in July.”

In that moment, as your pounding chest comes to a crashing halt, there was no greater dissonance than wanting to be happy for your best friend but being disappointed that she didn’t want to be more than that. Being excited for her future but being bitter that her future wasn’t you.

Then came rage. Fury. The dissonance between expecting, wanting, praying for her to confess and knowing that that was just a puerile, selfish fantasy you conjured for yourself. “You’re being silly again,” is what she would have said. You were so angry and there was no one else to blame but you.

“Bro, I’m so happy for you!” you strain. “All that hard work’s finally paying off!”

“Thanks, Mia,” she says softly.

“I don’t even know why you were worried you wouldn’t debut! You’re so talented. It was always gonna happen. I’m so proud of you, Min!”

“Thank you,” she repeats with her eyes.

“So, what’s the name of your group?”

She laughs once more and you finally understand why.

“NewJeans.”

“Oh my god, no wonder.”

“But don’t tell anyone, ok?”

“Of course, bro. Why would you even think I’d tell anyone?” you ask a little more aggressively than you’d like, still barely controlling your anger. Thankfully, she doesn’t notice.

“Just making sure.”

“How many songs do you have?”

“Four. And, yeah, we’ll be filming our music videos in Spain.”

“Oh, wow!” You wonder how much longer you could hide it. How much longer until she realizes you were faking it. “When are you leaving?”

“Next week. Which is why I wanted to spend time with you this weekend.”

“Wait, will you be gone for your birthday, then?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh.” You struggle to find words to say as your anger is replaced by sadness. “I’ll miss you…”

“I’m sorry! I’ll miss you, too! I promise we’ll spend lots of time together when I get back.”

“But I’m sure you’ll be really busy even then. Even more when you debut…”

“Let’s not worry about it yet, Mia! I’m still here. And I’m just happy to be with you now.”

“Me, too.” You smile weakly.

“I’ll just go pay, ok? I’ll be right back, then we can talk more about it at home. We have all night anyway!”

“Thanks, Min. For the food. For today. For everything.”

“Aww, bro, you sound so sad!” she says as she stands up. You look up at her from your chair. Seeing your hand on the table, she gently wraps hers around it and you hear the subtle clink of your rings as they touch. “I’m still here, ok? I always will be.”

You don’t take your eyes off her as she walks away. And they remain glued to her in forbidden admiration as she returns. Every time you looked at her there was always a part of you that wanted to just rush over to her and tell her everything. That she was your everything. Your first love. Now, knowing the world would soon fall in love with her, too - because you knew everyone would - that part of you wanted to keep her all to yourself.

Then there was the part of you just happy to see her. To have her in your life. Because she did make you happy. She always tried her best to put a smile on your face. She was an angel like that and today was further proof of it. And her smile - the same one you could see on her face now as she approached you - it made you feel safe. Like things were going to be alright. There was a strange, counterintuitive comfort you found in it, knowing that, even if she didn’t know your pain, she’d be there for you. She thought the world of you. She loved you like no one else could. Just not in that way. And you were happy with that. You’d have to be.

“가자.”

At the sound of her soft voice your sadness gives way to resignation. You remind yourself that it wasn’t her fault she couldn’t give you what your heart yearned for. And in doing so, you could finally, truly be happy for her.

With your hand hidden from her in your pocket, you slip your ring off with your thumb as she takes you home.

#minji x reader #minji #minji new jeans #kim minji x reader #newjeans x reader

38 notes · View notes

b0ard1ngsch00l · 2 months ago

Note

(boss crush anon) thanks :D i'll start with context, im 28 and hes 48..funnily enough i had a dream recently where i was back in high school and he was my teacher LOL, thought that was relevant. ive had this crush for a few months now and have been writing about every little interaction i have with him. one of your posts that rly spoke to me was "i want to mean something to him", bc girl no joke ive written that exact sentiment about him before. every time i talk to him feels special, i get a legit high thinking about seeing him every day. hes so painfully handsome and nice to me, sometimes when he sees me his whole face just lights up and he gives me this HUGE smile. hes also the only person i work with who calls me by a shortened version of my name <3 one of my other coworkers even noticed that he did that and i was like 0///0 yeah he has a nickname for me so what?

there was an after-work happy hour that i went to once, i brought a friend and asked her to watch how he acted around me bc he can be hard for me to read sometimes, i cant see his behavior objectively when i have so much wishful thinking going on lol. she told me later that when we walked in, he made a beeline straight for me right away, and seemed sorta shy when talking to me. she asked how i was doing at my job (i was new at the time) and he said something like "shes awesome! every day that shes here is a great day!" and my face mustve been beet red..he kept showing up in our conversations with other people and standing near me, something ive noticed he does a lot in group situations. just recently, we had an premiere with lots of people and since i was on the clock i was standing by myself in the back of the room, watching in case someone needed anything. fr he comes over and stands RIGHT next to me. there was no one else around that area, he chose to stand right beside me while we watched the premiere.

he was out of the office for a whole week once (work related reasons) and i angsted so hard..not seeing him on weekends is bad enough but this was like 10 days and i was going feral. we followed each other on instagram after that happy hour and during that week he was gone he randomly liked one of my posts late at night. i have to wonder if he was missing me too..the next day he came by my work area to ask "whats new?", like he just wanted to catch up after being away which i thought was sweet. yesterday he was teasing me about hiding some of our work halloween decorations in my car to scare me (cute lol), today he was showing me how to tape a package with a confusing tape dispenser and our hands brushed multiple times while handing the tape back and forth, and god only knows whatll happen tomorrow!!

hes so wonderful and i rly want to know more about him, i want to be around him constantly and any time i get with him is instant dopamine. hes intoxicating and i feel selfish wishing he'd break a million rules for me (boss/employee relations, 20 year age gap, and yeah you guessed it hes also married) but i just cant help myself......im not planning on making a move bc i love my job too much to risk getting fired for that, but if HE did you know id reciprocate in an instant. but im glad to just know him even if things remain the same as they are forever, as much as i wish theyd escalate. THANK YOU for letting me get this all out of my system, theres even more i could say but this is long enough lol. have an amazing day, G <333333333

This was very enjoyable to read thank you! The way you both are seems sooo cute! I’m so glad you can relate to me <33 I so get you, and everything you’re feeling yk. It’s hard being obsessed with middle aged men who deep down you know you can’t have😭 but also there’s no other feeling like it and it’s kinda the best! Any time you need to rant about him I’d love to hear!💕

4 notes · View notes

birdsinmywalls · 11 months ago

Text

Ok so I want to start by saying that I have not seen Top Gun and I truly don’t know who this guy is beyond random photos I catch on tumblr. Normally I wouldn’t read something for a character I don’t know because it’s hard to really get an idea of who they are or what they sound like without the context of the movie. HOWEVER, I have seen you and some other people I follow post so many things at “Bob-BrainRot hour” and “Big Dick Bob” and such that I thought I would give this fic a try when it came across my dash. I was NOT disappointed. I think it helps that I love your writing already but I loved how he had these two personalities coming out like he was all quiet in the beginning and pretending he didn’t notice all these things about her but then things got started and he couldn’t stop talking and was full of himself and knew he could make her feel good. I will be looking into more fics on this man because you have sold me on him. Here were my favorite lines and why:

“Promises or not, best friends shouldn’t be one another’s first kiss. Or make out practice partners. Or each other’s New Year's kiss when y'all were single. Or spend Valentine's Day together at the local dinner.” *evil laugh* I love when friends to lovers starts off with something like this. The more oblivious the better lol

“Bob raised an eyebrow, “You guess?” GIRL YOU GUESS?!? I’m on bobs side on this one. I’m flabbergasted

“So instead of eating you out, which would actually be enjoyable on your end, you're telling me they just stuck their hand down there and hoped they were rubbing your clit? You didn't ever ask them to do something else?” this is so funny to me I’m loving this guy

“Bob closed the difference between you and him on the couch, placing a hand on your bare knee.” ALERT: FIRST CONTACT

“You don't have to wait.” GIRL IM SHOOK

“Wouldn't be much different from what we’ve already done.” I meeeannnn I say go for it 🤷‍♀️

“Do you want it to be different?” OOOP

“Yeah, I do.” There was no teasing in his voice.” This man is GOING IN Reader!!! Take the plunge!

“Your body leaned towards him, hands gripping the soft fabric of his old Warped Tour T-shirt.” OMG WARPED TOUR?! I’m totally dead right now. That has me laughing. Fellow scene kids unite!

“I-fuck- yes they did, it just never took this long,” you grunted against his lips.” Is it weird to be excited for a fictional girl? Because her world is about to get rocked with real foreplay and getting ate out and I’m like a cheerleader mom being like “ITS GUNNA BE GREAT YOU GO GIRL”

“How could he do that so quickly?” That would be the foreplay girlie and your undying love for him helps too

“Slowly, he took his glasses off, placing them on the coffee table behind him, making a show of it. Won’t need those. I’m nearsighted after all.” Great detail and funny line!

“How was this the same guy who feared clowns as a kid?” 😂

“Betsey Thomas said you had a huge dick,” you confessed, wishing that you'd think before speaking for once.” Betsey clearly has a talent she should be capitalizing on lol I also think that would be such a funny thing to reach out to someone about “Hey betsey! I know I haven’t spoken to you since 10th grade gym class but I wanted to confirm that bob does indeed have a big dick” if I was Betsy I would eat that text up lol just girls being girls

“Memories of high school escaped your brain, the only thing you could focus on now was Bob and his huge dick.” The tiny crossed out font for “and his huge dick” is great

“I don't want you to go.” love that we are expressing how we feel instead of holding onto it for a miscommunication issue later! Lots of fics fall into that trap this is very refreshing!

“The Navy will be lucky to have his great ability to multitask.” Your writing is always so amazing and full of great humor

“Uh can I….eat you out again? Tomorrow obviously! Like before we go to the diner?” Where can one acquire this man because he’s great!

Ruin the Friendship- Bob Floyd

Warnings: Best friends to lovers trope, it’s so obvious they love each other they’re stupid, language, filth, some angst (why not?), unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), Bob being pussy drunk.

Words: 4.8K

This is for @attapullman's Bob Fucks celebration!

When you've been friends with someone since preschool, you get to know them like the back of your hand. Certain quirks and sayings that no longer surprise you.

“God, I wish that were me.”

It wasn't the first time Bob heard you say that. Usually there was a cute dog around, or a sushi boat being delivered at a restaurant when you said it.

But saying it during an oral sex scene in a movie was new.

It also brought up many questions.

Questions Bob shouldn't ask, considering he's known you since preschool. Questions Bob couldn't ask right now, because he was too preoccupied looking at you.

Your eyes were fixated on the screen, focused on the actress withering. Occasionally, they would dart to the other actor who was between the actress’ thighs. Bob noticed the increased rise and fall of your chest, how your front teeth dug into your bottom lip, how when you lean forward, the v-line cut of your shirt showed off the tops of your breasts. The soft glow of the lamps highlighted the beautiful features on your face.

All things he shouldn’t be noticing about his best friend. But then again, best friends shouldn’t be watching a French film together whose plot line focused on sexual liberation before he went off to Navy boot camp.

Granted, you and Bob haven’t had a conventional best friend relationship in a while, if at all, considering both sets of parents claimed you two promised to marry each other at the age of four.

Promises or not, best friends shouldn’t be one another’s first kiss. Or make out practice partners. Or each other’s New Year's kiss when y'all were single. Or spend Valentine's Day together at the local dinner.

The line between friends and something more was blurry, saved by a comment that ensured the other to think that the feelings that had been brewing weren't reciprocated.

“You’re a good kisser. Kelsey McCoy is going to think so too.”

“If Tommy Delaine doesn't like you, he's a dumbass.”

“I’m sure next year you’ll have someone.”

“If I had to spend it with anyone, I want it to be with my best friend.”

“You’re an amazing friend, you know that?”

Why say that if you harbor romantic feelings? Surely, all those kisses and talk of marriage meant nothing to them.

At least that's what the other thought.

It's because of this blurry line that Bob doesn't bite his tongue, doesn't throw away the comment to be forgotten. Instead, he speaks up.

“Been awhile?”

And because it's Bob, the guy you've known your whole life, the guy you tell everything to, your response rolls off your tongue without a second thought.

“Try never.”

It takes Bob a moment to process your words as the way your lips wrap around the beer bottle is far too distracting. But just like processing a car accident, once it registers, your words bring his brain to a screeching halt.

“Wait, never?” The shrug you give isn’t satisfactory. He grabs the remote to pause the movie, ignoring your cries of protest.

“Real talk; are you saying that no one has ever gone down on you?”

You sigh, regretting saying anything in the first place. One would think that after years of friendship, you’d know well enough that once Bob set his mind to something, he wouldn't relent until satisfied.

You down the remnants of your beer, mentally preparing for this conversation.

“No Robby. I've never had someone eat me out. Happy now?” Reaching for the remote was all in vain, as he just held it further away from you.

Darn those long limbs.

“But you've been with people…..so what did they do?” When you looked at him, there was no malice, just Bob looking genuinely baffled. His gentle blue eyes put you at ease, giving you the comfort to explain.

“They would touch me,” you motioned to the lower half of your body, “And like finger me. Enough to get me ready, I guess.”

Bob raised an eyebrow, “You guess?”

College was supposed to be a time for you to explore, to figure yourself out, to interact with new people.

And yet, when it came to the relationship aspect, everything had fizzled. You were now going into your junior year having yet to experience a meaningful romantic relationship.

Did you just have shit luck? Or was it because your mind would wander back to a bespectacled best friend when you were in bed with someone else?

Bob didn't have the pristine mouth that parents thought he possessed. You knew, and had known for a while. And yet, hearing him say the phrase your clit in his deep, slightly twangy voice felt different.

You rubbed your thighs together.

“Are you shaming the people I've been with or me?”

Bob closed the difference between you and him on the couch, placing a hand on your bare knee.

Have his hands always been so big and veiny?

Fuck, did you have a thing for hands?

“I'm not shaming you. I’m shaming the people you've been with because well,” he ran a hand up and down the back of his neck, “Well, I enjoy giving….I like doing it. So I guess I'm surprised other people don't?”

His statement was shocking because everyone else you had been with viewed it as a chore, as something to use every excuse in the book to avoid doing.

Too tired. Takes too long. Wet enough so what's the point?

“You…like doing it?”

The tops of his cheeks reddened, despite a smirk beginning to form, “Yeah. I like giving and I like making them feel good. It's also a confidence booster, being able to make someone fall apart with your mouth.”

It shouldn't come as a surprise, it was Bob after all. The same Bob who always brought an extra pencil with him to algebra, in case you forgot yours. The same Bob who shared his Dunkaroos because your mom refused to buy them. The same Bob who made his dream of serving his country finally come true after years of hard work.

He was selfless. But this didn't feel like selflessness. Hearing him talk about giving pleasure, making someone fall apart with his mouth, was different. Even his voice when he said it was different, raspier than usual.

“Well,” you scooted closer to the edge of the couch, trying to widen the gap so he couldn't feel how hot your body was, “I can't wait ‘til I meet someone who feels the same way.”

“You don't have to wait.”

The grip on your beer bottle tightened, the alcohol getting caught in your throat. There's no way he could have just said that, no way he could be implying what you're thinking.

But when you look at Bob, he was staring back with raised eyebrows and thin lips curled into a little smirk. The same look he’s given you countless times before when he mumbles a smartass comment only your ears were privy to hear.

You heard me.

“What-are you…” You stared at him, mouth agape. Bob appeared unphase by it, like he had just offered something totally normal and rational.

Perhaps it was the three beers he had downed. Perhaps it was the rush of adrenaline kicking in after realizing this was his last chance at making a move before he left.

“Wouldn't that be like crossing a line?” Your head was racing, alternating between flashbacks of when you kissed Bob and imagining what it would be like to have his mouth on your body.

“Wouldn't be much different from what we’ve already done.”

All the air was sucked out of the room by his comment. Because of course he wasn't doing this because he wanted to, because he wanted you. This would be meaningless, just like everything else. If you went through with this, you’d wake up the next day to Bob leaving with nothing changed, still in this seemingly endless limbo.

Long, nimble fingers hooked themselves under your chin, gently forcing you to look up.

The look he gave you was unfamiliar. His eyes remained focused on your face, though it seemed like they were searching.

For what, you couldn't tell.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you want it to be different?”

What good was telling him if he didn’t feel the same way, thus ruining a great friendship?

“Do you want it to be different Robby?” You countered back.

He leaned in, his breath hot on your face, “I asked you first.”

He thought he had the upper hand. But you were like a lightning bug, faster.

“I asked you second, Robby.”

Like a rubber band, the tension snapped as Bob was unable to hold back a snort of laughter. The tension left your shoulders, the sight of him laughing familiar and safe.

“I’m going to really miss your resounding maturity,” Bob deadpanned after gaining the ability to compose himself, though a sweet crooked smile remained.

It was now your turn to roll your eyes, though it didn’t stop the smile currently forming on your face. Seeing this side of Bob was always fun; most folks thought he was quiet and meek. The truth was that he liked to observe and didn’t find value in speaking when it wasn’t necessary. He didn’t hold back with you, didn’t feel the need to sit and observe. He truly conversed with you and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel special.

He was never that way with the other girls he dated.

“You love me,” you teased back. It was a comment you've said countless times, always with that sweet, albeit mischievous smile that made Bob's heart flutter.

But this time instead of shaking his head or rolling his eyes, he leaned forward until your foreheads were touching.

Seeing him up close took your breath away. You could see how his roots were beginning to darken, the blonde fading as he got older. The little scar on his chin from a BB Gun incident when he was ten. Eyes bluer than the ocean. The ends of his hair were beginning to curl, something you'd greatly miss when he'd get the military mandated buzz cut.

“Yeah, I do.” There was no teasing in his voice. No mischief in his eyes. Instead of playfully shaking your shoulder, his hand found its way to the back of your neck, fingers cupping your warm skin. He was moving quickly, making you unable to truly process what he had just said.

Despite it being new territory, he was handling it beautifully. You, on the other hand, were torn between wondering if your increased heart beat was medically concerning and how large Bob’s hands were.

“You gotta….if you want to stop, tell me,” His breathing had increased, like it did when he had finished his part in the marching band. But this wasn’t marching band practice and y’all weren’t on the high school field. You were in your parents’ basement, with Bob’s lips quickly closing the gap between yours and his.

It wasn’t your first time kissing Bob, but it might as well have been. Years of experience had given him more confidence. He knew where to put his hands now, one still on your neck to guide you, the other gripping the soft flesh of your hip. He didn’t hesitate to slide his tongue across your bottom lip, successfully driving you wild.

When the rounded tip of his nose brushed against yours, a soft laugh escaped your lips. Bob didn’t mind, using the chance to let his tongue explore your mouth. Your body leaned towards him, hands gripping the soft fabric of his old Warped Tour T-shirt.

“I thought you,” your words were slurred, a weak moan interrupting your speech due to his lips moving down to your neck, “Thought you were gonna eat me out.”

Bob’s moan vibrated against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His hands traveled to your breasts, gripping them through your T-shirt. It wasn't a hard squeeze, which is what you were used to.

It was pleasurable. Bob was pleasurable.

“Did none of the guys you were with do foreplay?” He asked, his hands continuing their ministrations.

“I-fuck- yes they did, it just never took this long,” you grunted against his lips.

“God, you have terrible taste in men.”

You wanted to let Bob know that he was now included in that group. But then his fingers hooked themselves around the band of your shorts, pulling them down. Had you known what tonight would entail, you would have opted for underwear that wasn't so worn. The long hairs on his arms tickled your sensitive skin as he moved to kneel on the floor, the cool basement air making you realize just how wet you were.

How could he do that so quickly?

He pinned your hips against the soft couch cushions. With anyone else, you would complain with how hard he was gripping your soft skin. But with Bob, you’d love it. It meant hand-shaped bruises that would stay after he left, reminding you of tonight.

When his sharp nose nudged your clothed slit, a loud gasp erupted from your mouth.

Thank god your parents were on vacation.

His tongue was so wide as it stroked the quickly dampening fabric. How was he able to find your clit so quickly? Most struggled to find it even after your panties had been taken off.

Bob couldn’t help but chuckle upon hearing your strained whimpers. You were practically squirming, hips erratically jerking with every touch.

“Wha-why did you stop?” You whined, looking down to find him staring up to you.

“Are you-I just need to know, do you still want this?” God, he was so fucking considerate. In any other moment, you’d find it endearingly sweet.

But if his tongue felt that good against your covered cunt, you were dying to feel it without the barrier.

“Robby, I swear to god, if you don’t eat me out, I’m going upstairs and using my vibrator,” Your voice was strained, your knuckles turning white from gripping the couch cushions.

He laughed. Bob knew you were bluffing. He had just gotten started and you were already so wet.

Slowly, he took his glasses off, placing them on the coffee table behind him, making a show of it.

“Won’t need those. I’m nearsighted after all.”

“You little-” The insult remained unsaid, as Bob pushed your underwear to the side, his mouth instantly latching onto your swollen clit.

His mouth was warm. The pressure wasn’t too much, just enough to make you wither in pleasure. It felt so good, so fucking good. When Bob looked up, he found your mouth open, despite no sounds coming out.

Good.

You deserved to know what it was like, to have someone care about your pleasure, to focus solely on making you feel incredible.

God, he could feel his cock throbbed. You looked so pretty with your eyes glazed over, mouth agape as you watched him, completely enthralled.

And he had just gotten started.

He wanted to do more than make you come, he wanted to blow your mind. Call it selfish, but Bob wanted to ruin you for anyone else. He had always held back his tongue when it came to the people you dated, knowing sooner or later you'd realized they weren't worth your time.

But now he had his chance and Bob sure as hell wasn't going to let it slip away.

The loud sound of fabric ripping broke you out of the pleasure filled haze you were in. Before you could make a sound about your now ripped underwear, your knees were pinned to your chest, giving Bob complete access to your soaked core.

“So fucking sweet,” He groaned against your cunt, sending vibrations all through your body, “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Robby.”

To say Bob dreamed of hearing you moan his name would be the understatement of the fucking century.

Your whole body was on fire, unable to do anything else but take everything Bob was giving.

A resounding moan fell from your lips as Bob thrusted two fingers inside you, your walls struggling to accommodate the unexpected stretch.

Was he this thick elsewhere?

You wanted to find out. Wanted to feel it inside you, in your mouth. You shamelessly wanted it all. But you couldn’t even voice that because Bob was tracing figure eights on your clit, his fingers brushing against a spot you thought Cosmo had made up.

Fuck, he was doing a number on you. His soft hair threaded through your fingers as you gripped the strands. Your hips involuntarily jerked upwards, desperate to get as much of Bob as possible.

You kept expecting him to stop, considering you were wet enough for him to fuck you. That's what everyone else did.

But Bob Floyd wasn't like everyone else. Far from it.

He was fucking delighted to hear all the cute, strained noises coming from you as he continued. Each time you tugged on his hair, a groan would fall from his lips. It was the prettiest sound you had ever heard.

Why did either of you wait this long?

You tried to communicate, to let him know you were close, tugging on his hair, trying to move away from his mouth.

But Bob was deceivingly strong, using his free hand to pin your hip back to the couch, his mouth firmly on your pussy.

When you looked down, you were in awe of how blissed Bob looked. His eyes were closed as his mouth remained latched to your clit. The sounds of your own wetness were obscene, but barely audible over the moans Bob was letting out.

He really did enjoy it.

“Come. Wanna taste ya,” His voice was muffled as he added a third finger inside you.

Worried thoughts of coming on his face left your brain as pleasure coursed through your veins. Without any warning, the band that had been tightening came undone.

Bob used both hands to hold your hips firmly in place, his tongue lapping up your release.

You don't recall coming this hard or this long before. It wasn't a small wave, it felt like the whole damn ocean was taking you under.

His fingers continued to stretch you open, prolonging your high. The Navy was the perfect fit for him, considering he could apparently hold his breath for an impressive amount of time.

The soft fabric of the couch cushions brushed as the back of your head, your eyes half closed. You couldn't even voice an acknowledge when Bob’s mouth and fingers withdrew from your abused cunt.

“You're so pretty when you come,” Bob murmured, his lips brushing against yours.

Your hands tugged on the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

“M-my turn,” you whined, hips jerking up towards his.

Bob shook his head, “Wanna be inside ya.”

How was this the same guy who feared clowns as a kid?

Before you could even question it, Bob had sat down on the couch, gripping your hips to help you straddle his lap. When had he taken off his jeans? How was he so quick-

Jesus Christ, he was huge.

“Fuck, she was right.”

Bob looked up from where you two were about to connect, a very confused look on his face, “Excuse me?”

“Betsey Thomas said you had a huge dick,” you confessed, wishing that you'd think before speaking for once.

Bob’s brows knitted together in confusion, “Betsey Thomas has never seen my dick, the fuck are you talking about?”

“Said she could tell you were packing because of the gym shorts you'd wear for PE class.” Bob signed, shaking his head as he muttered something about the required uniform.

“I….we can unpack this later-”

You snorted, “Why? Too busy packing here?”

Your laughter was cut short by Bob rubbing his cock against your soaked cunt. Memories of high school escaped your brain, the only thing you could focus on now was Bob and his huge dick.

Curious wasn't accurate. Frankly, you were desperate for him. Had been since middle school, if you were being truthful.

“Woah, hey. Easy baby, easy,” his voice made your thighs clench, made you whine into his shoulder as you tried to line your aching hole with his cock.

Finally, you felt him at your entrance. Slowly, he filled you up inch by inch. Every time you tried to urge him to go faster, Bob would simply shake his head before pressing a kiss against your cheek.

“Don't want to hurt ya darlin’.”

Darlin. You were his darlin.

He made you feel so full, and you didn't even have it all inside of you yet. All you could do was cling to him as he whispered praises in your ears.

Once you reached the base, it felt like you and Bob were the only ones in the world. At least, that’s what you pretended. It was better than thinking about how he would be gone for who knows how long after tonight. After boot camp was done, he would be off to train for the Navy.

Even he didn't know when he would return home.

It wasn't fair, finally expressing your feelings for one another just to be separated immediately after. You wanted him to stay, to go on dates with him, to visit him on the weekends when school started, just like everyone else in a long distance relationship.

“Hey, what's wrong? Do you- we can stop if you want, it's okay.” Bob’s voice was soft, full of concern.

His hand lifted your chin up from his shoulder, revealing your watery eyes.

“I don't want you to go.”

“I know,” his voice was barely a whisper, matching your volume. Long fingers gently traced over your face, as if he was trying to memorize them.

“I know it's horrible timing, but we'll figure it out, okay? I want to figure it out with you, I promise,” He peppered your face with soft kisses, earning a small smile out of you.

“But for now, can I make ya feel good? Because I'm willing to bet no guy has made you come while fucking ya.”

Unlike in the past, where Bob’s smartass comments earned him a shove, you pressed your lips against his.

“I'm gonna start moving now, okay?” Even though he warned you, nothing could have prepared you for how full Bob made you when his hips thrusted upwards.

“You're-fuck- you feel so good, oh my God.”

Your fingers tangled into Bob’s hair, trying to commit the feeling to memory.

Bob was trying to do the same, his hands roaming over your body as he took in your scent. Maybe if he asked nicely, you'd let him take a bottle of your perfume with him.

He was going to need it for the next few months.

Your mouth clashed against his, tongue desperate to taste him. Wandering hands desperate to feel everything everywhere.

“When-fuck- when I come back, wanna take you out. W-we can go to that Italian place by your school. The one where you have to wear a tie.” How Bob was able to talk coherently while fucking you was beyond comprehension.

The Navy will be lucky to have his great ability to multitask.

“Gonna bring ya flowers too. Sunflowers ‘cause they're-oh my god- you're favorite.” You didn't think you could recall your full name with the way Bob is thrusting into you, much less favorite things.

Your walls clench around Bob’s thick cock, eliciting a desperate groan from him, rather than the instant ejaculation you were used to.

“If you keep doing that, I'm gonna come,” Bob whined into the crook of your neck.

“That’s-shit- the point,” you grunted, your hips picking up speed.

Bob shook his head, “Need you to come first.”

Confusion caused you to still your hips, “Bob, I already-”

“Don't finish that sentence, don't you dare,” Bob ended his command with a strong thrust that made you feel as if he was splitting you open on his cock.

Your head dropped down to the crook of his neck. His skin was so warm and the smell of sage was nearly overwhelming. You knew exactly what body wash he had used, as it was the same one he wore ever since junior year, when you commented on how nice it was.

In hindsight, it was painfully obvious.

His lips found yours, capturing them in a desperate kiss. When you felt his fingers draw circles on your clit, you saw stars.

You didn't know it could feel this good with someone. This was more than a quick fuck, as you actually felt cared for. It was intense, the sensitivity of your first orgasm still echoing every time the thick head of his cock brushed against your walls.

It's audible how wet you are for Bob. He can feel it at the base of his cock, which makes him wonder what it would be like to have you on your knees, or better, your back, all spread out for him.

“C’mon sweet girl,” he’s panting, voice desperate and raspy, “Wanna-fuck! Wanna feel you come s’bad, please, please baby.”

Each circle drawn on your clit causes the band in your stomach to tighten. Combined with Bob’s words, you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

“You're incredible, shit, I-fuck. All yours. Wanna be all yours. Fuck fuck fuck, clenching me so hard, fuck, don't stop.” Obscene was not a word many, if any, would use to describe Bob Floyd.

Up until thirty minutes ago, you would have considered yourself part of that group.

But now? Now you were falling apart on his cock. The rush of pleasure had hit like a brick, coursing through your veins. It hit harder than anything else, harder than the now banned alcohol caffeine combo drink, or any controlled substance doctors had prescribed to help you focus.

His finger-fuck, usually you had to use two of your own- didn’t stop rubbing your clit, nor does he stop thrusting in and out of your pulsing cunt. It's almost as if-no, you know Bob’s enjoying making you feel euphoria.

That's what blows your mind. His laser focus on your pleasure, rather than his own. Truthfully, he could have come already and you wouldn't have thought twice about it.

But now it was all you could think about. How much he cared, how good he felt. How incredible it was for him to pull your hips flushed against his, filling you to the brim with his cock.

“Holy shit you're so tight-I, sh-should I pull out?”

Instead of answering, you used all your strength to rock your hips against him. Considering he made you come twice, the least you could do was help him find his release.

Your fingers gripped his hair, tugging on the strands as your mouth clashed against his.

The downright guttural groan he releases against your mouth has you clamping down on his cock. The motion finally leads to Bob’s undoing, causing him to come deep inside you, warmth flooding your body.

His arms are wrapped around your body, clinging onto you as if he thinks you'll disappear if he lets go.

You’d be a damn fool to.

The basement is now quiet, apart from the heavy breathing coming from both you and Bob.

After several minutes pass by, you gather the courage to break the silence, “Did you mean all that? Taking me out on a date and being mine?”

Bob’s cheek burned a bright red as he timidly nodded his head, “I….yeah. I didn't mean to say it when we were, you know. I'm sorry.”

You pressed a reassuring kiss to his warm cheek, “Robby, what do you feel the need to apologize for?”

He looked up to you, those earnest blue eyes sparkling, “Shit timing?”

“You're not wrong about that, but like you said earlier, I want to work it out with you.” Your words brought comfort, giving Bob the confidence to place a sweet kiss right on your lips. His smile was burning into yours, causing your stomach to flutter.

“I know it's not that Italian restaurant, but can I take you out to breakfast tomorrow?”

The local diner had been a go-to since y'all were thirteen. But this time would be different. This time you wouldn't feel the urge to look away when he caught you staring. This time neither one would correct the waitress when she'd make a comment about y'all being a cute couple.

The soft call of your name pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Uh can I….eat you out again? Tomorrow obviously! Like before we go to the diner?”

Good Lord this man was going to be the death of you.

---------------------------------------------------------

@ohtobeleah @sebsxphia @attapullman @ryebecca @sio-ina-bottle @rhettabbotts @callsignspark @roosterforme @lewmagoo @hangmanapologist @justabovewater20 @theharddeck @cumholland @bobfloydsbabe @sometimesanalice @heartfairy @auroralightsthesky

#bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob floyd x y/n #bob floyd smut

2K notes · View notes

midnightmisadventures · 7 months ago

Text

...Hi union vlog

ughhhhhhh ive been avoiding this all day i really dont know why.

I had such! such such such a big Liam dream last night and all day ive treated it like chopped liver.

Um but it was like....holy shit. When it was going on and as soon as i woke up.

I can't even begin to tell you.....the context but ive been dreaming about waking up and going to school and missing the bus/and taking a new bus.

So the latest in the lore is that if i dont get out by like 7:15 - 7:18am im gonna miss it. And i keep *waking up* and seeing 7:22

So thats been happening over a couple dreams as well as....all the other stuff. Especially like the concert tonight in a field vibes.....camping under that back tree vibes.

Lmao GIBBERISH to someone who doesnt live in my mind.

Anyway, um, so i was with Jenna and we were going on the new bus in the morning. It picked us up in front of chip

and we go on the bus, its like 50% full. Like there was enough room for jenna and i to grab separate seats.

All of a sudden i remember kekeing and giggling it up in a squad of guys and liam was there??

He was so hot and beautiful and full of life. It was very warm summer day near the end of school year vibes. And it was so great, eventually he came to my seat.

And i could feel like....we hadnt talked about it. But suddenly it was communicated that we still love eachother ig? or that we both are still into eachother but obviously being the one rejected in this scenario i was taken aback by how aggressive he was being

Like it was happening so fast. Very much in a school crush cute way but regardless like....highschool me would be like omg blushing

So he went to my seat and was like started holding me, and moving hair out of my face type beat. And everyone else is laughing and joking so it was hard to focus, and i was happy that liam was being publicly affectionate so i didnt want anyone else to think that i didnt like it...or that it wasnt normal.

So i didnt have time to exactly be like.....uhh whats the change of heart to Liam. Like we hadnt talked at all and he was acting like it was fall 2021. Except actually acting like my boyfriend. And not like he wasnt aware that we werent on good terms he was just not addressing it lol

Which is fine we were on the school bus lmao?? paying homage to highschool me being so dramatic

It just caught me off guard. And i was scared to put on the spot.

In fact, when he came in my seat i kinda gave him a look like "okay?"and he just looked at me and pouted. SO hot. But it was almost like "forgive me?" and then he came closer

So now we're in the group convo but his arms are around me, im basically sitting on his lap, our backs basically against the window.

And we were laughing and he was looking at me, and our faces were so close and then he kissed me......AND THEN KEPT KISSING ME

And i was losing my mind i was soooo caught of guard. Cause now we were just casually making out....in front of everyone....and the only difference between me typing and me in the dream is a quick pouty face.

So whatever, we stopped, but now im just on top of him, being cuddly. And i start talking with him more straight up cause....like this man just kissed me out of nowhere i thought we were playing it up for the crowd

And then we got off the bus, and he immediately held my hand and started walking and as soon as we got a little bit of distance from everyone i was very laughy and jokingly like "okay wtff, whats up with you? what happened. Last i checked you hated me" and he was like being cheeky, "what do you mean, i dont know what your talking about" being sarcastic like he doesn't know.

All while pulling my arm, wearing sunglasses and looking up like we're a couple going on a stroll

So im like "im literally blocked?? on everything?? like liam!"

So he said something along the lines of? "oh okay, well thats easy. I;ll just unblock you" and then he said let's go out tomorrow, like lets meetup and go for lunch or dinner and you'll be unblocked.

and "oh okay, i'll just unblock you and then i'll message you about getting dinner"

Basically joking saying let me take you on a date and i'll unblock you

and i was just like i cant believe this is happening. So we go our separate ways. And im alone for the first time and im like...i dont even know what to do first. Do i freak out about Liam finally kissing me? or that im seeing him again tomorrow? Do i check if im still blocked

I was coming to tumblr like.....speechless on what to type here. Guys like...just made out with liam.

But i was like NO this needs a REAL doc. Hi FUCKING union vlog mutherfuckass

Um....i dont remember much else. I was freaking out, because

he finally did it.

0 notes

littleroaes · 1 year ago

Text

Enchanted ( to meet you ), l.jy

‘ Y/n practices to confess to her friend she has crossed path with once again the day before the match. But she finds him teared at the edges in the downpour. Will she mend their heavy hearts? ’

PAIRING ⏵ ( 3rd pov, she/ her ) lee juyeon x fem!reader

GENRE ⏵ fluff, friends to lovers, one sided pining (in context of 2k words), sappy / soft angst, happy ending, college!au, (american) football player!juyeon, hurt/ comfort ( literally ), treating juyeon's wounds, juyeon needs a hug

WARNINGS ⏵ none major, juyeon has small bruises, they kiss, im not american or know anything about the highs and lows of highschool football american football more than people look good in the uniform, proofread once

WORD COUNT ⏵ 2.8 k

a short one-shot I worked on back when I wrote on boys in cats clothing part 1! I've been working on my hyunjae fic, but since its a longer project, I decided to finish this one! It's a shorter one since I will be working on my sunwoo fic for december! ( also feels like a crime to not write at least one fic about christmassy juyeon as the juyeon enthusiast I am )

like and reblog are highly encouraged if you enjoyed!

HER REFLECTION IN THE RECTANGULAR MIRROR AT THE CENTER OF THE SUN VISOR.

Y/n force it up once the last streak of color line itself beneath her eyes. As she opens the car door to step out over the concrete with rain in between the cracks, a wind from west forces the last centimeters of the door open and her navy shirt in nylon lets every part of the cold weather collide with her skin. Y/n quickly locks the door behind her and opens the backseat. At the center of the two seats lies a cardboard sign with letters. She takes it out and holds it close to her chest so as to not let the weather grasp it from her.

Away from the parking lot, cornered in white lines, stands a barricade seven times taller than herself. And when she comes to the side of it, where the stairs lead the way up to the highest rows, she sees the green field and yellow constructions. How the color of the red running track encapsulates the green mit contrasts the heavy sky and its dull complexion.

Another wind dares to take the sign with it and her hair tied in ribbons flies before her eyes. Y/n lowers the sign to her hip and walks with eyes barely open to the bleachers. Well up on the second row, Y/n spends the next forty minutes pacing up and down the seven rows. The wind threatens to bend the sides of her board as she angles it over the field. At last, at the highest seat on the bleachers where one stands over the field and its entirety without detail, Y/n sits down for a last time. Her arms are weak from having them in the air, and her makeup has started to smudge at its sides and her hair beautifully wrapped in silk ribbon, has fallen onto her back and shoulder.

As the highest row is covered by an extended edge, she watches how the rain washes away fallen leaves across the concrete. And she thinks of her worries in that way as she falls all the deeper into the plastic seat.

Her handwritten words on the cardboard sign has been on her mind. Between the seasons and years, she has been whispering the words under the moonlight and hoping that they will cause an effect on the real world, outside her dreams. Juyeon has been a present part of her life since the day in middle school, where they got to be seatmates for a single autumn. They played word games together and drew the appearances of characters they’ve just read in books. But on a Wednesday morning when a new name stod written on her desk, they hardly ever exchanged words again. But even then, his name would cross her mind when life wasn’t about time, and one can stand before the window without worries for tomorrow. But as she has navigated the beginning of her young adult life, they have once again crossed paths.

Y/n sees two leaves follow the tides of the stream down the drain, and how the two meet as the water falls down. At the city cinema, they work the same shifts. Spend time talking when no one’s at the register and fall asleep in the break room. It all decorates her home ceiling above her bed in cosmic constellations.

Tomorrow, in less than twenty four hours, the empty rain soaked seats will be filled with people from the city as they watch the same grass field she’s before. Y/n plays the video film from her mind over the scenery. As if the action of imagining it will somehow affect real life and control its events.

And as she sits with her cardboard sign and navy shirt darker than before, she sees a single silhouette walk towards the green field. Walking in from the entrance at the other diagonal from where Y/n was, she sees him in sports uniform and a ball in the other hand. And despite the distance, she just needs him to step one foot over the grass to recognize him. His distinct steps and contrasting silhouette takes her out of her own world. Y/n looks around the rows of plastic seats around her. And as Juyeon near the middle of the field, Y/n bends down behind the sixth row, let the backrest cover her hair and force the sign to the ground. While at eye length with the concrete, she sees how the rainwater soaks and spreads through the end corners of her sign.

When her socks have become wet and turn cold against her skin, Y/n dares to peak over the red plastic. The edges cover corners of the playing field, and Juyeon disappears behind them as time passes.

Minutes pass them by, and the gray clouds won’t seem to take drift. Instead, she sees how the wind catches the edges of Juyeon’s shirt even stronger than before. At this point, he stands clearly in her sight. At the very center of her vision, he aligns between the two plastic seats before her. Juyeon stands in one spot with his hands on his thighs. The strands of his fringe fall forward as his head faces the ground and the rain continues pouring down on him. The sight is rather bleak. He stands in perfect emotion towards the weather above them, she thinks. Then, Juyeon slowly falls down. Sitting down with his arms resting on his knees. Juyeon’s face is hidden in the empty space created by his arms.

Somehow, his presence in this form falls heavier on her than the downpour. As the sight seeps into the creaks in her heart, Y/n stands up from her row. She holds the sign in her left hand, yellow letters smudged from the very center out to the sharp edges, similar to the paint on her cheeks.

Y/n slowly walks down the bleachers, so as to not fall. Her shoes shatter the puddles as she tread down until the very last platform. As Y/n takes her first step onto the grass field, she feels the water in the high grass seep into the thin fabric of her sneakers. She comes all the closer to him on the field, all for the bleachers to see.

Juyeon stares at the grass beneath him, arms covering whatever scenery before him. His hands have gone numb from the cold and the clothes tight against his skin makes it red and itchy. Though, as he feels the cold rain seep through the open clothing, it suddenly stops. As if to see where the clouds have gone. Juyeon takes his head up from his embrace and sees a dark colored board much closer than the sky. As the hand holding the sign leads his eyes to another silhouette. Juyeon holds his head high as Y/n holds the sign over his essence. The rain continues to pour down on her as she lets it wash away every last bit of color off her board.

“Are you okay?” Y/n asks when Juyeon silently watches her.

The moment words wash over the quiet space between them, Juyeon takes his eyes off her and lets his chin fall back down onto his arms, “Yeah, it’s okay. I’m just resting.”

“Why are you here, even?” His words come out muffled.

Another wind passes the sportsfield, locks itself into her hair strands. Y/n doesn’t say anything for a while before she sits down, “I was just practicing for something.”

The place beside Juyeon is colder than the weather above them. She leaves a distance between the two where the rain is free to fall. When in all truth, Y/n would’ve closed it. Her arms start to hurt as she continues to hold the sign over their heads.

“I’m nervous.” Y/n admits suddenly, in which Juyeon answers;

“Me too.”

Once again, silence.

“For tomorrow?” She looks at him. His chin still lies on his arms as he nods.

Y/n bites her lip as she can’t seem to lift the heavy weight off their hearts. She wants to say something so that the sun would reveal itself and dry its tears, but another cloud comes to flood the parts of the world who haven’t felt it. When she looks at him again, a point underneath her collarbone turns with ache, her fingers grip the cardboard all the tighter, so it withers at the edges. Y/n licks her lips and it feels cold. Suddenly, she’s afraid that it will soon taste of salt.

“You’re really cold, Juyeon.” He looks at her to see her eyes examine his features below his own.

“Your lips are blue.” She continues. Juyeon doesn’t give any answer back, instead sits in the same position as when she first came to find him. As another wind passes through the gaps between the grass, Y/n sits up. He looks up towards her figure as the gray sky with its textures works as a background. Though, Y/n stays in that place, before the weather and looks down on him. The cardboard is over them both as she holds it and before any words leave his mouth, Y/n reaches her hand down towards him.

“I have my car." "You're cold.”

The entire world is in motion as the wind forces between each space. But the two of them, in the center of the world, stand in complete serenity. When Juyeon looks up at her with eyes without glisten and hair strands wet of rain, she desperately spreads her fingers a bit wider as if to reach him.

“Please, Juyeon.” The words can only be heard under the rectangular space where rain doesn’t reach. And finally, Juyeon extends out his hand. Y/n feels a cold sensation grow from where he touches her, before spreading out over her lower arm. His hand is slightly red and his knuckles an even deeper shade as it falls down to his nails and mixes with rain water.

When their fingers intertwine, Juyeon lays his other hand onto the grass behind him. One from above forces the other up, and he pushes his weight off the ground. As they stand before one another, Juyeon once again is about to reach the ground. His knees bend when Y/n grabs onto his upper arms and forces him closer to her.

“Are you okay?” Y/n asks his arm comes over her shoulder and Y/n’s under his own. He only hisses as his left feet touch the grass to bear off some weight again.

“Let’s go to the car.” She says worriedly.

And when they cross the field, out of the center, the weather refuses to let down. Y/n has given up on the board and lets it hang by her side as she forces Juyeon up. When they finally reach her car, Juyeon’s voice is low and his breath warms her left side. Y/n desperately fiddles with the car handle before the backseat stands open, and Juyeon sits down. His head rests against the black leather and his hair leaves off a darker spot when he tilts it to the other side.

Y/n closes the door before running forward to the driverseat where she turns the car on and drives heat up to the highest. To look behind her seat, she sees his sunken silhouette once again. Covered in exhaustion as he has his eyes closed.

A part of heart feels colder than her hands out in the rain. It becomes stronger as she sees him breathe heavily in her backseat. Juyeon can only listen as Y/n walks out of the car once again and opens the tailgate. At the point where he takes some power to open his own eyes, Y/n comes through the opposite side of him. In her hands is a navy blanket with white patterns, a green box with rounded edges.

“I need to treat your bruises.” She stops at the seat and closes the door behind her, “I��m gonna have to touch you.”

She somehow feels impatient as she looks at his figure in the corner of her car. She catches how the blood has formed patterns over his fingers and he finally nods.

“It’s okay.”

Y/n sits without motion for a second, before she comes closer to his side. Their legs touch as she lies the blanket in between the car seat and herself and opens the kit in her lap. Her hand reaches for his own and Juyeon looks down where their bodies intertwine. A green sealed package Y/n rips open, reveals a wet white fabric that she folds out. Carefully she brings the piece to his hands and starts gently rubbing the spots between his knuckles. He hisses slightly.

After wrapping his hands in bandages, she moves down to his leg. Y/n force the white fabric up. As she has taken off his shoes, she wraps it in thicker fabric. When she comes up, they’re at eye length again. Y/n observes his face, her expression with no clear emotion. Juyeon senses the distance she takes from him, even when the warmth of her leg spreads to his own.

As she looks at his features, she sees the details come back to paint his face. His eyes glisten slightly and the slight lilac tint on his lips has faded, as if it was never there. Her heart that was cold and tired of running, slows down in beats and feels a sort of relief reach her outer corners.

At last, Y/n reaches forward, to close the little distance left between them. The blanket in her hands as she lets the fabric fall over his shoulders. Her arms come to close around his neck as she secure the blanket around him. As she slowly lets go off the corners of the navy fabric, she feels his cold hands on her waist. Y/n already sits with a higher posture, as to reach over his figure, therefore, the humid sensation of his close breath around her neck becomes all the clearer.

“Don’t let go.” He says weakly.

A sensation in her chest makes her even wearier of the rain that plummets towards her windows and he fully rests his head on her shoulder.

“Okay.” Y/n says quietly and lets her arms slowly fall in a rigid manner.

After some seconds, the water of his shirt has spread across the blanket. And Y/n slowly lifts her hands off her side to return to the point behind his neck. As Juyeon only pulls her closer and further down the seat, her arms close around him fully and they let the other’s breath enclose, to melt the cold over their frozen fragments.

Though, the thoughts change like tidal waves in her mind and Y/n slowly moves up, “Juyeon, the blanket will become even wetter.”

“I don’t care.” His voice is wrapped in silk and he looks up from his spot in the backseat with eyes moon made, “I just want us.”

And how the world tilted on its axis stops once again. How the cold sensations of the weather fades from her mind as her heart pulsates in a tight space.

And when he looks at her so softly, as to picture every detail to recreate, Y/n smiles just slightly. As she nods her head, to tell him she's received his every word. Juyeon smiles and it feels as if it’s the first time. Only the rain dares to make itself heard when they sit in the car. She destroys and deconstructs the sentence in her head and opens her mouth to speak. But nothing utters when Juyeon takes his hand up to her face. His hands are still cold and contrast to the warmth of her cheek. The sun might as well have gone down to the end line of the earth, when he asks her;

“Can I kiss you?”

She grabs his shoulder a little tighter before answering, “Yes, yes you can.”

Finally, he forces her back a centimeter further down to let his lips touch hers. The sensation of cold clothes and water dripping from the ends of their hair fade from their minds. Instead, it replaces lovely stars connected in white lining. The last letter on her sign, falls its last yellow streak as one tilts their head to whisper in between the kiss.

“I love you.”

222 notes · View notes

jsjajsjsjs · 1 year ago

Text

I have nothing I post right now so here! Have some journal entry’s by Lincoln Rowley from the book linked im doing for a school project!!💟💟

Tw: mentions of swastikas, the holocaust and stuff of that nature so if any of that makes you uncomfortable DNI

ALL MADE UP BTW NONE OF THIS HAS ACTUALLY HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE!!

Monday, September 20th 2021

Ever since I drew that first swastika, we’ve had to suffer through some stupid tolerance education. Luckily todays the last day we have to suffer through hell just because of me being stupid, all though… I’m starting to regret it because of what a swastika means and what it represents. Ever since I’ve found that out I’ve been starting to feel like a jerk, especially since we have a Jewish kid, well girl, in our school, Dana. I wasn’t really trying to spread hate around the school, I was just trying to do something stupid since our Dino poop prank didn’t work. That’s all that really happened I guess so, goodnight i guess? Wait hold on, why am I saying good night to a journal? Ehh never mind. So… at school today while we were in the gym for the assembly, they pulled a banner down for the baseball team and it had another swastika on it… but… i didn’t draw this one so.. that means someone else is doing this, and especially on the last day of tolerance education. That’s just a jerk move and obviously it isn’t someone trying to do something stupid like I was, this person is trying to spread hate around the school and it’s all because of me and me trying to one up the failed Dino poop prank. Man… now I just feel like an idiot because I started this whole thing, and nobody knows it was me. So when people find out I drew the first one… they will think I’m the one who drew them all! Oh no, what if all of my friends and family hate me for this when they find out? What would happen then… I don't wanna know! Worst part about the whole swastika thing is that more might show up, all because of me.

Tuesday, September 21st 2021

Mom told me that grandma was Jewish today… Now my mistake has turned into a massive screw up on my part. I can’t believe I'm half Jewish and I drew a swastika on the atrium wall in school for EVERYONE to see. Now when grandma finds out I drew a swastika, I'm gonna be in a LOT more trouble, even though I was already gonna be in a lot of trouble before this. Oh boy, the rest of this school year is going to be horrible for me with the guilt of drawing a swastika following me around AND more swastikas beginning to show up around the school because of ME. I feel so stupid for drawing a swastika now, I mean, I have this whole week so far but now that I know what swastikas represent, man, I feel stupid. Well, I was thinking about having a bar-mitzvah as kind of a way to forget about me drawing a swastika and apologize for drawing a swastika. I could ask dana for some help study for it if I do have a bar-mitzvah, but she might think I’m just playing around with and joking about having a bar-mitzvah, but it’s worth a shot so that’s what I’ll try and do, ask dana if she can help me study for my bar-mitzvah, if I have one..

Wednesday, September 22nd 2021

So I asked mom and dad if I could have a bar-mitzvah and dad was quite reluctant about agree but he agreed so now I just have to ask Dana if she can help me study for it, which will probably be a no without any context or story to go behind why I’m having a bar-mitzvah but that’s okay! I can explain why, though still knowing that grandma is Jewish is making my mind flood with regret over drawing a swastika but this is my way of apologizing, by having bar-mitzvah! But what if the news comes out before I can have my bar-mitzvah and everyone hates me and nobody comes to my bar-mitzvah and I’m outcasted in the town and- actually… no… I won’t let my bad thoughts distract me from my goal of having a bar-mitzvah and apologizing for drawing a swastika in the school. Also something big is starting tomorrow! We’re making a paper chain that is 6 million links long to represent the 6 million victims of the holocaust, and I was the one who came up with the idea, actually, Caroline did but I’ll take the credit since everyone thinks I came up with the idea and started it all, which I didn’t but, you know. And it all started at a student council meeting, which I don’t normally go to but meh I went this time, and because of that, everyone in the school came as well, even jordie and Michael came! That made Caroline really proud as well, so proud and excited that she screeched when we all agreed on making a paper chain. I was also quite excited but.. not so excited as to screech in front of the whole school, even Mr. Bradamis. The library was packed full of kids to, to the point where there weren’t enough seats for everyone to sit and half of the kids had to stand in the library while we came up with the ideas and then finally settled on making a paper chain, that Mr. Bradamis was very reluctant about doing so, since he thought we would run out of construction paper before we even make it to 1 million links but we convinced him, I think. Well good enough to get him to agree on letting us try and reach 6 million links, which I think we can do, easily. I’m a little nervous though , because what if when we get to school tomorrow there’s ANOTHER swastika somewhere in the school and it’s all because one person is trying to prove a point about swastikas and how they're okay to draw anywhere, which they 100% aren’t. What makes me feel even worse about drawing it, is that one of my best friends, Michael, found MY mess up and now some think it was him who drew the swastika..

Thursday, September 23rd 2021

Today was horrible, we found another swastika just this time it was outside and painted in a bright white colour on a dark, metal dumpster. I didn’t paint this one so I’m really confused on who keeps painting them, could it be one of my friends? No, they wouldn’t! I was playing twister with Caroline and a few others when it showed up so now they know it wasn’t me! It would be impossible, the paint still looked fresh and I couldn’t have painted it because like I said, I had been playing twister with Caroline and others when it showed up. On a happier note, I asked Dana if she could help me, and like I thought, she thought I was joking and said no, but after I told her my grandma's story and how I’m half Jewish she agree and invited me over for dinner at her house tonight so we can study together for it and she can help me with it. My parents already agreed to let me go over to Dana’s house tonight to study so that’s a win in my book. But I still can’t believe that someone would become a copycat of me and begin to draw swastikas all over the school. Everyone was shocked about just 1 showing up in the school but now there’s more and people know this is someone who is really REALLY trying to spread hate, and it’s not me… though everyone will think that I drew the other ones if News comes out about me drawing the first one, but that’s kind of impossible because HOW would they know or find out I was the person to draw the first swastika, it’s not like they have cameras on me 24/7 and watch my every move everyday all day, right? How would they find out about me drawing it at all? But what if they have cameras in the school that caught my every move on camera and now they know it’s me who drew the first swastika and they’re waiting for The perfect time to bring me to the office and make me confess to drawing it and then it ruins the rest of my life!? No no! I mean.. the school probably has cameras but the whole part about “now they know it’s me who drew the first swastika and they’re waiting for the perfect time to bring me to the office and ma,e ,e confess to drawing it and then ruin the rest of my life ” that was probably just me over thinking it all.. I hope.. that whole tolerance education thing has made me feel horrible, I mean, I felt horrible the whole time after it but now that I’m having a bar-mitzvah, it’s making me feel worse and that the rabbi is just going to turn me away and not let me have my bar-mitzvah because I was being stupid one day and decided to try and get back at my dad for taking me out of soccer and for the Dino poop prank failing on us… I didn’t mean to cause people to become scared to go to school because what if another swastika shows up. This whole situation is all happening because of me and my dumb, stupid mistake. I wish I could just go back in time and never have drawn that swastika because, A. We wouldn’t have had to suffer through tolerance education for 3 weeks, B. We wouldn’t have a copycat, copying the first swastika, I drew, and now more are popping up and C. We wouldn’t have to try and make a paper chain, 6 million links long, which I’m not complaining about but, we could have done something with less glue and paper.

1 note · View note

eeveelotions · 2 years ago

Text

a life update

cw/tw, pet death mention, depression, suicidal thoughts, toxic home relationship

so. I've kinda dropped off since the new year. been meaning to update you guys (gender neutral) but, well. it's been hard. so let me give you a summary of the first twelve days of 2023 for me

-girldriend broke up with me

-my own words caused a best friend to stop being friends with me. it's my fault. maybe if I apologized and begged, I could fix it.

-two weeks ago, on a Monday, the day classes for school started, I took my cat and emotional Support animal, Alfred, to the vet in-between classes

-alfred already had hypothyroidism, high blood pressure and kidney disease, and was on approximately three meds (two pills and a packrt of gel stuff for his kidneys)

-at the vet, they determined he has pancreatitis, hip and back arthritis (which is why he sits and walks weird), and one of his few remaining teeth is starting to go bad

-pancreatitis, I could handle. another pill, no problem, it's fine

-but the arthritis. he's in pain, and has been for I don't know how long.

-the only pain medicine is a shot they give him, which is 75 dollars once a month, not including the price of his other medications, wet cat food from lack of teeth, and check ups

-so, I. I made the decision, and I'm putting him down March 14th. its spring break, a Tuesday, so I can spend one full day with him, and not miss work or school while grieving

-we went back and forth for about an hour before I blew up, saying I was managing it, I was going to keep him comfortable while I processed it, then went to class

-went home, told my mom. she yelled at me, said I was being selfish for keeping him alive for so long. made me feel guilty for considering cremation, I wasn't being fair to Alfred

-two days of peace while my uncle was visiting

-thursday morning before class. I came downstairs, we talked, normal. then she said that it seemed like I cared more about my cat dying than when my grandma, her mother passed in 2021.

-for context, I was close with my grandmother. I visited her once or twice a month for almost a year prior to her passing, and it was incredibly hard on me. I took the whole week leading up to the funeral off of work.

-i guess my mom didn't remember, because she had the AUDACITY to tell me I didn't take a grieving period for my grandma, then she got upset when I said "how dare you"

-then I went off to class, and texted a friend whom had offered to let me move in with their family in the past, if the offer was still on the table and how it would work.

-ive lived here for two weeks now. it's a longer commute to and from work and school, but I havent been yelled at in two weeks as of tomorrow

-prior to 2023, I lost two cats in 2022. Family cat Smokey in August, baby 2yo kitten Princess in October.

-march 14th, the day I'm putting and have scheduled to put Alfred down, is eight days before my birthday.

-i still have class and homework. I have a comm I need to finish, and the person has been so understanding, but I feel awful

-i can't write. I've tried. gods, I've tried. I'm adding small tidbits onto current drafts, but it's so hard. I can't handle angst at all, and that puts several projects on hiatus

-im crying every few days because it hits me that my best friend, my constant companion, will be gone in less than two months

-Alfred is 12ish, I've had him for four years. five in August, but he. won't be here then.

-he was a rescue, so I don't know his true age. everyone, vet included, thinks he may be older.

-vet said nobody would judge me for my decision, and based on Alfred's medical condition and chart, I wasn't making a wrong one

-ive never had to put a cat, or any pet, down before. never had to make the decision myself.

-ive struggled with suicidal thoughts and major anxiety the past few weeks. I'm trying my hbest, but.

-im tired.

tldr: my life is going to hell and will be hell well into the year, and I'm sorry about the sudden halt of fics and posting. I'll try to write what I can when I can, but. no promises, unfortunately

if you got this far, thanks. I appreciate it.

#personal #vent #eeveelotions #dont reblog #pet death mention #suicidal thoughts #abuse #sorry

1 note · View note

thekingofwinterblog · 3 years ago

Text

An Easy Step

Two Perspectives

Well, since a way larger number than i thought actually liked “An Easy Step, Why not make it a series? so that is what i did. Im gonna be doing a series of overarching one shots, dealing with adult Sashanne, their relationship, their Parents, Marcy, etc. Anyway, hope you enjoy the first part of this two part look at my take on Anne learning and dealing with be Beau’s Parents.

Sasha's home was BIG, Anne mused to herself, as she lightly sipped a beer.

Her own apartment was a modest thing. Not Sasha's. Her tastes were, was, and likely always would be the full treatment. The fact her balcony was the size of Anne's apartment was proof enough of that.

Besides her, Sasha drank another beer, all in one draught, and let out a satisfied sigh as she finished.

On the opposite side lay Marcy with a grin on her face, having passed out from her drinks and lightly snoring, being way, way too lightweight compared to Anne and Sasha.

"You shouldn't have encouraged her like that."

Sasha grinned. "Hey, she brought the beer! She shouldn't… Challenge people to drinking contests, if you're not prepared for it!"

Ah, she had started pausing while talking. Soo… a bit drunk, but not near shitfaced then.

"She hasn't seen how much you can drink when you put your mind to it."

"Yeah, well… You didn't exactly stop to tell her about that either."

Despite the words, neither of the girls' tones were truly disparaging.

Sasha was right. Marcy HAD been really into doing a drinking contest with them. Apparently, she used to do something with her own friends back at her place when spitballing ideas.

With lightweight stuff. Not the kind Anne and Sasha drank.

Anne had declined, specifically because she knew exactly how it would go and so had not wanted to get a raging hangover tomorrow.

She had work tomorrow after all, unlike Marcy, who worked in bursts of activity where she drew page after page after page, and so had loads, and loads of free time neither Anne nor Sasha had, and Sasha whose work schedule was entirely dependent on when she had scheduled appointments with her kids. That could mean an entire week with an incredibly busy schedule, or lots of extra free days.

Sasha grinned, then leaned over and gave Anne a hug. It was a strong, warm hug that made Anne feel happy and safe just like it always did… But she also knew Sasha had a nasty tendency to just… Keep hugging her until she fell asleep when she was drunk.

At least if Anne let her.

Probably wouldn't happen tonight though. She wasn't that drunk. Not yet anyway.

"Mhhhmmm…" Sasha said, laying her head down on her shoulder.

Anne sighed and decided that if they were gonna cuddle, she might as well get more comfortable.

What that entailed, was maneuvering Sasha so that she was lying on her back, her head in Anne's lap. As she sat regularly on the sofa with her legs out near the end.

Sasha let her without complaint but also blushed in an adorable way Anne almost never saw her do when she was sober.

Sasha grinned up at her.

"God… You're wonderful."

Anne chuckled.

"If you're that impressed with a lap pillow, maybe we should do this more often."

It had been meant as a lighthearted joke.

Sasha instead just closed her eyes with a grin and rubbed the back of her head against her affectionately.

"Yeah… That would be nice."

Anne blushed.

It was… Weird. She and Sasha had been in a relationship for only one and a half months now, and Anne still hadn't grown used to how… Different she was, compared to her previous partners.

It wasn't like either of them had been averse to physical contact and cuddling, quite on the contrary. But Sasha was… An entirely different beast. She craved cuddling, and drunk or not, she would use any excuse to do it.

It wasn't that Anne disliked that aspect of her. It was just… New for her. At least in a romantic context.

"You used to be pretty touchy-feely back in school too." Anne noted absently.

"Until one day you just… Stopped."

Sashe stopped rubbing her head against her, and her grin faded as she opened her eyes to look up at Anne's face.

"Yeah… Sorry about that." The tone sounded… strangely guilty.

"Any reason for that?"

She had her suspicions, but she hadn't voiced them to Sasha before. Frankly, the Blonde girl seemed embarrassed to talk about them… Drifting apart in High School.

"Yeah… It was when I… Started to realize you were… There you know?"

Sasha waved with an arm that was distinctly not operating at full capacity.

"Like… I started to realize that you were a girl and… And..." The hand went down to pinch her brow and rub her forehead.

Yep. So it had been how she thought it had been. This was when she'd actually developed feelings for her… Only to not dare act on them.

It was a feeling Anne understood really, really well, though she had reacted very, very differently.

Anne had also had a major crush on Sasha back in High school. Well, truth be told, she'd had it since about a year before Amphibia, but she'd never acted on it. She'd figured Sasha just wasn't interested in her.

It was a feeling that had only grown and grown over the years, as Anne had been pretty blatant about what she felt for years on end.

And Sasha never reacted to it. At all. At least not in a way that said she reciprocated. That she loved her as more than a friend.

So she'd come to accept that Sasha did not love her the same way she did her, and had come to terms with that at the time, and opened herself up to other people instead.

In hindsight, had she been more self-aware back then, she probably would have realized that Sasha had gone through something similar, and had either of them broken the ice and confessed, things might have gone very, very differently.

But, that was a road that had not been taken. It was best not to dwell on it. Live in the now, and don't worry about how things might have gone.

Out loud she said: "That's when you fell in love with me?"

It had been meant as a helping hand for the drunk Sasha.

Instead, her girlfriend waved her hand dismissively and replied.

"Nah… I've been heads over heels for you since we were 9."

She said it so casually like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Anne froze.

"9? Seriously?"

"Yeah."

Maybe Sasha was a BIT more drunk than she thought.

"Sooo… What made you fall for me then?"

It was a half-serious question, and she expected a drunk answer.

Instead, Sasha looked up at her with… Sad, drunk eyes. Anne had been sorta right. Sasha WAS way more drunk than she had assumed, but… As she began talking, it wasn't some silly drunk stuff she talked about.

"When… When my mom and dad… Broke up… It was… It was bad… like…" She closed her eyes with a grimace and sought out Anne's hand. The mostly sober girl grabbed it and held it supportingly.

"Like... all hope was gone for me you know?"

She opened her eyes again and looked up at Anne with those sad, drunk eyes.

"Only time I felt as bad as then… was after… Newtopia, and… The Moon."

She did not need to clarify what she meant by "Newtopia". Both of them tended to dance around "Newtopia" as a topic like it was a live flame. It was a period of deep, deep shame for both of them. Sasha in the throne room, and her at the Gatehouse.

"Anyway… I… My Dad… He wasn't a good dad… He never defended me from… My Mom…"

Sasha never liked to talk to her parents. It was a topic she had avoided like the plague since childhood, and Anne and Marcy had just learned to not talk about it. At all. That hadn't changed since they had reconnected earlier in the year.

It was the first time she had ever really heard Sasha truly talk about her parents beyond just mentioning them. Her choice of words though immediately conjured up images for Anne. Very, very bad ones.

Not defend.

"You… You mean she… Beat you?"

Sasha let loose a sound, a pitiful one that was something between a cry and a snort.

"Nah… She never… Never beat me… Never touched me… The police might have cared then… But she… She said stuff to me… well… Yelled."

"Like what?" Anne whispered, genuinely horrified.

This was Sooooo not where she'd expected this night to go.

"Like… Like that I was… Trash… that belonged in the garbage…"

Sasha was crying now, not heavily so, but she was.

Anne's free hand went down to stroke her face gently.

"Oh, Sasha. I'm so sorry."

"She… She told me I was a stupid kid… Who ruined her life… And… That I was an unlovable brat… That no one ever would love… That I didn't… I didn't deserve love..."

Anne didn't know how to react… Other than shock at the story, Sasha was telling, to keep holding her hand and try and comfort her with the other.

Inside she felt various feelings dance inside of her. Horror at the story Sasha was telling, anger at Mrs. Waybright and her appalling treatment of her own 7-year-old child, and nauseating disgust at her dad for not stopping it. And more than anything, pity for Sasha, for the woman currently lying in her lap.

"I… I believed her Anne… I was a stupid, stupid kid… I... actually believed her… God, I was a dumb kid…"

"You weren't dumb." She said, FIRMLY.

"I-" "You Weren't. Dumb." She said again, this time with real force in her voice.

"Alright… I wasn't dumb." She said in a tone that even through her drunkenness was very clearly just her placating her.

"Anyway… I… I was… I was in a bad place Anne… the divorce took the entire summer… Remember?"

She nodded. She did remember. Anne and Marcy had both commented on it a lot. What to do when Sasha came back. What games to play, what movies to watch. Kids stuff.

"It… It was awful. When we came back home… It didn't feel like my home... I didn't feel safe anymore."

She waved again, to the side, though what she was trying to convey, Anne didn't know.

"I felt like… Mom was right. That I was unlovable… That nobody would ever love me again… I was scared. Scared of my dad… That he would start yelling at me like mom did…"

Anne had had a pretty neutral opinion of Mr. and Mrs. Waybright before tonight. Boy was that gone now.

"He never did but… I was scared of going out too… Scared of going out there… And then…"

She smiled. She actually smiled up at her despite the tears.

"There you were. On my door, asking if I wanted to play."

The grip Sasha had on her hand tightened.

"You… And Marcy… You loved me… Dad didn't… Mom didn't… But you two? You still loved me, despite everything mom said. And you… Every day you'd be out in front of my house… Ready to walk me to school."

Anne wrecked her mind trying to remember that. But she didn't. Her and Sasha walking to school was just such a regular occurrence before Middle school that it wasn't anything she recalled in particular.

That had only changed with a new school and drastically bigger travel distances.

Sasha's free hand went up trying to caress her face like Anne was hers, only be a bit more… Clumsy about it than the Sober Anne was.

"Mom was wrong. You… Proved that to me, Anne. Every day. In the morning… At school… After it...You were amazing… Wonderful…"

She closed her eyes again, and once more rubbed her head up against Anne.

"Wonderful…" She repeated as she kept her head where it was.

Anne just stared at her, still stroking her face.

It took her a minute or two just listening to Sasha's breathing, and the now still arm leaning ul against her, before she realized her girlfriend had passed out.

Anne carefully put the arm back down… Then leaned back and took in a deep breath.

Well. That was… She had, somewhat stupidly it seemed, assumed she knew mostly everything about Sasha and Marcy by now. At least the major stuff before they had gone their different ways in high school.

It was a sharp lesson, that even in adulthood, she didn't know everything.

Far from it.

Anne let the story just churn over in her head.

There was… Some stuff that didn't quite line up. For one thing, Sasha had claimed she fell in love with her at nine years old, but the divorce of her parents had happened when she was 7, she remembered that much. So unless drunk Sasha had remembered wrongly, there was quite some time between that autumn and Sasha… Falling heads over heels for her.

God… The way Sasha had described her… She didn't remember exactly how she'd acted back then, but the way she remembered it, she had just been trying to cheer Sasha up.

Her mom had told her Sasha was going through a bad time, and that she should try and be supportive. And so she had. In the way that a 7-year-old, who barely understood fully what was going on(And as this conversation had proven, did not understand at all) would be supportive.

Sasha had been sad, and so Anne had tried her best to cheer her up. With playing, Video games, movies, and the like.

Looking back at it with full context, it was pure cringe.

But Sasha hadn't thought so. At all. She'd thought Anne was amazing. The ONLY thing she had cared about, was that Anne and Marcy had loved her.

Speaking of which…

Over on the other side of the table, Marcy sat on another sofa, fast asleep, content in only the way a drunk person fast asleep could be.

Sasha had not excluded Marcy from her story of how the girls had made her feel loved when she needed it… But it was her, and not Marcy, who had managed to make Sasha fall "Heads over heels". Why was that?

She didn't know.

Man… It was… Humbling, to learn just how much Anne had affected Sasha back then. It was also… Depressing.

If Sasha had been in love with her all this time… Then she'd been in love with her during the entire worst part of their relationship.

When Sasha had been so desperate to feel in charge, to feel safe, that she turned into a manipulating bully. It was a scary thought that Sasha had once been capable of acting like that… Even against the people she truly loved.

She… also understood more about where Sasha had been coming from now. Her desperate need to be in control. To feel safe.

It didn't excuse her previous behavior of course, but… Well, it didn't really matter anyway.

Sasha had changed, and she had changed without Anne ever learning this story.

THAT was what was important. Not how Anne judged Sasha's past actions now.

The woman beneath her loved her, and made her feel… Like she was everything... That she was worth the world.

That was what mattered.

That, her giving Sasha her own love and support.

---

As Sasha woke the next day, she felt the familiar feeling of a hangover pounding her skull like a drum.

She groaned as she pushed herself off… Her balcony couch? Yes, her balcony couch.

Every movement was met with PAIN, as she got up into a sitting position.

Yes, it was coming back to her now. She and Marcy had had a drinking contest(Marcy was lying on the other couch, still sleeping.) At the lovable nerd's insistence.

And she had… Well, drunk like she was back at college.

It had been a dumb, dumb move, and completely unnecessary. She'd chugged beer after beer while Marcy was still on her third and already smashed, just to impress her and look cool. Stupid move.

She… Didn't think she had been completely shit-faced, but she had been thoroughly drunk enough.

She headed to the kitchen, prepared to chug down glass after glass of water.

What she found was Anne having already made her and Marcy breakfast(God bless that woman), before heading out to work.

It was a bit cold by then, but she appreciated it anyway, to go alongside her drinks of water.

It wasn't before she was done, had drunk 24 glasses of water, and been to the bathroom twice, and was… Kinda feeling a bit better, that she noticed that Anne had also left a note on the fridge.

She squinted and tried her best to read…

"Left you food. We'll talk more when you're ready, okay? I'll always be here for you. I love you Sasha. Anne."

Sasha spent more time than she should have, trying to piece together what the hell it meant. Then, she began to remember that she and Anne had talked about… Stuff. High school. Her parents.

Shit.

#amphibia #post #the hardest thing #fanfiction #sashanne #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #parental abuse #drinking #an easy step

58 notes · View notes

ssamie · 4 years ago

Text

three. “stalker vibes”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide, probably a lot of spelling mistakes

masterlist. suicide freak!

"class, today we have a new student joining us. please be nice to her" the teacher announced with a smile

kenma flinched at the sudden news. he kept his head down low, discreetly playing on his PSP under his desk, but he listened attentively to their teacher.

as the students started whispering to each other, kenma simply prayed that it wasn't the weirdo that kept bugging him last night. he didn't really know why he was suspecting it to be her. but with her out of context words last night, he couldn't help but be wary.

call it a gut feeling, if you may.

"alright, quiet down!" the teacher said "cmon in, l/n-san"

and just then, kenma swore he lost faith in both god and humanity all in one second.

he shakily looked up to see the same girl from the cafe. her (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, and her fairly tall stature was interesting.

but what seemed to catch most of their attention was the bandages covering her arms, legs, and neck. some parts of it could be seen through the uniform jacket and undershirt, while the bandages on her legs could be seen through the thin material of her black tights.

"good morning! im l/n y/n. please take care of me~" she cooed.

she sent them a close eyed smile, along with a wave. it was something about the smooth tone of her voice.or maybe it was her effortlessly captivating smile. maybe it was just the insane amount of bandages she had..

but there was something about her that just somehow had the whole class wanting her attention.

in all honesty, its probably just because she was insanely attractive.

"anything else you'd like to share about yourself?" the teacher asked her

"hm, maybe find out for yourselves~ let's be friends" she mused

kenma raised a brow at her awfully vauge answer. though he decided to shrug it off.

meanwhile, in her perspective, she was pretty much watching every movement of kenma's body. just before she took her seat, she whispered a small request to the teacher.

the teacher nodded along. "alright, you cam sit with kozume-kun, l/n-san"

"kozume-kun? will that be okay with you?" the teacher asked him

kenma froze as he felt multiple eyes land on him. his palms grew sweaty as he nervously nodded. he didn't like the attention he was receiving.

"i'll let you guys get to know each other for now. i'll be in the faculty room if you need me!" the teacher announced before walking out the classroom.

she grinned and skipped over to him.

"why." he muttered in annoyance "just why."

"hehe, well i did say i'd see you tomorrow, did i not?" she said with a cheeky smile

kenma simply stayed quiet, side eying her, before looking back down on his PSP. "stalker." he said

she gasped in offense and dramatically put her hand on her chest. "im no stalker, excuse you!"

kenma scrunched his face up and looked her up and down. "stalker." he said.

"coincidence? not quite! fate?" she raised a brow amusedly "i mean, what else could it be than that!"

"please don't talk to me." kenma sighed

she blatantly ignored him and carried on talking. "or maybe! i specifically asked to be transfered to your school and class!"

kenma looked up at her with a look of irritation and disbelief. "you what?" he scowled

"oh my.." she pouted and placed a hand on her heart dramatically "i was just kidding! do you really think i'd do something like that?"

kenma huffed and put away his console. "yes." he answered

"well then, you're absolutely right!"

"but what i didnt plan was to be able to sit next to you!" she pouted "so now some gentlemen are getting me a desk of my own" she smirked and looked over his shoulder "so for the time being, i guess there's just no other option than to sit on your lap" she chuckled

"oh, since it can't be helped. can't be helped" she said with a small hum

just before kenma would have had to resort to dropkicking her, the said boys waltzes in carrying a desk and a chair

"l/n-san! we got you your desk, sorry for the wait" one of the boys said

"damn." she muttered with a scowl

"damn?" the boys repeated with a nervous smile

"i mean, thank you! what kind gentlemen you are" she sent them a smile as she took a seat beside kenma��

the boys all flushed pink and nodded back at her.

her smile quickly dropped as she turned to look at kenma. he was now playing his game again, and blatantly ignoring her.

"ke-n-ma~" she sang out

"kenma-kun~" she called out again

she smiled and slid her desk closer to his, her chair and herself following. she hummed in content as she felt their shoulders brushing.

"what are you doing" kenma asked with a huff as he scooted away from her

"what are you doing? were supposed to use this time to get to know each other" she said with a hum

"no thanks. i know enough." he responded blandly

she pouts and rocks her chair back and forth. "suit yourself. i might just woo the boys and girls for the time being" she said as she send a wave to a group of girls a few tables away from them

"i'd ask them on a double suicide, but no one could ever beat you" she cooed as she nudged his shoulder with hers

"i don't care" he said as he turned away from her

"meet you later at lunch pudding~"

"dont talk to me"

as lunch time ensues, kenma practically bolted out the door. luckily for him, she stayed true to her words of 'wooing the boys and girls'.

currently, y/n was trapped in a circle of hormonal teenagers. she was merely smiling and laughing, throwing in flirtatious words here and there.

"eek! l/n-chan, come eat lunch with us!" one girl exclaimed

y/n blinked and smiled blankly. she was slightly concerned on how quick these girls' sexualities flipped a 180°.

"sorry, but i made plans with someone already" she said as she slyly pushed her way through the crowd "maybe tomorrow!" she exclaimed before walking out

"if im still alive~" she cooed to herself

"now.." she muttered to herself as she stopped by a hallway. "where's that pudding head.."

she looked around a few more times before giving up. she shrugged it off and made a bee line towards the rooftop

"fresh air, nice view, conveniently placed rope.." she listed out with a content sigh. she looked around the seemingly empty rooftop and nodded with determination. she picked up the 'conveniently placed rope' and started tying a noose

humming a small tune to herself, she tied the rope around her neck with a smile.

"who would've thought that doing it in a school rooftop would be the trick?" she mused with a small laugh

meanwhile in poor kenma's perspective, he was merely trying to play his game in peace. he had ran away from kuroo, and the only possible hiding place left would be the rooftop.

all he wanted was to play his game.

what he didn't want, was to see someone trying to hang themselves with a huge smile on their face.

"w-what the-" he stuttered out

"oya?" she muttered out as she made eye contact with him

"kenma! great timing! perfect, actually!" she cheered

she slipped the noose off and waved at him, holding the rope with her hands.

"i was initially gonna be alone, but with you here, the whole game plan has changed!" she said with a hearty laugh

"y/n?! what are you doing?!" he asked with a look of panic in his eyes. he gripped his PSP tight as he warily stepped closer to her.

she cocked her head to the side and gave him a confused smile. "what else? im gonna hang myself, of course"

"dont do that! are you crazy??" he exclaimed

"of course im not! but this-" she motioned to the rope "this will be my way out! who knew the oldest method in the book would be the answer" she hummed

kenma didn't answer. but he slowly put down his PSP on the ground and creeped up on her. as she started singing some weird suicide song, kenma was already behind her. she simply thought he was planning on joining her so she left him be.

"alright! time to d-"

before she could slide her head in and wrap the noose around her neck, kenma was already tackling her.

"stop it, you suicidal maniac!" he exclaimed as he pushed his body against hers

her eyes widen comically as she slipped on the chair she was standing on, sending her flying in the air. as funny and as impossible as it is, she, for some reason, ended up having her leg stuck to the noose, leaving her dangling upside down.

kenma, however, was on the ground laying on his stomach. y/n looks at him with her (e/c) eyes, a look of confusion and irritation lacing her features.

"damn." she scowled

"damn?!" he repeated with a scoff

kenma stood up, dusting his uniform as he glared at her with his cat-like eyes. "i just saved your life." he glared at her "and why are you doing that anyway?"

she then smiled sheepishly and placed her hands on her chest. "i just thought that ending it here, without atsushi and kunikida-kun or anyone else to interfere, would be the perfect way out!"

"but then you came.." she gritted her teeth

kenma scoffed in offense and picked his PSP up from the ground.

"i actually thought you were finally gonna join me!" she whined "imagine the hurt i felt after your betrayal!" she exclaimed dramatically

kenma sighed and clutched his pulsating chest. it was definitely his first time doing something like that.

"ne, kenma-kun" she whined "since you're already here, you might as well eat lunch with me"

she wiggled around in hope of freeing herself but sighed in defeat when she failed to do so. "also, maybe come help me out of this?" she asked sheepishly

"just die like that." kenma replied bluntly. he took a seat next to her dangling body, cowering in the shade as he continued to play his game, though he sneeked some glances at her from time to time.

"but i snuck in some alcohol and i was dying to try it out" she sighed dejectedly

"alcohol?" kenma cringed

"well, yeah. i was hoping i'd consume so much i'd just die from it" she said nonchalantly "and because i like the taste of it"

"help me out ke-n-ma~" she sang out "ke-n-ma~"

kenma simply ignored her and continued playing.

"..." she paused

"kyanmaaaa!! ~" she called out while waving her arms around

"fine!" he snapped and stomped over to her, blushing once he caught sight of her lifted skirt. though there wasn't really much to see since she was wearing shorts.

"hold still-" he huffed as he tried to untie the knot

"hehe, this is real intimate, don't you think?" she chuckled and hugged his torso, though she ended up hugging his lower waist due to her current position. she nuzzled her face into his midsection, making him flinch

"yeah. real cute. romantic. wow." he retorted sarcastically as he started sliding her leg out

she let out a yelp as she suddenly fell on the hard ground. she looked up at his unamused face with a sly grin. she was laying the the floor while he looked down at her.

"so.. you come here often?" she snickered

"die."

"that's the plan!"

88 notes · View notes

theonlygamergost · 4 years ago

Text

Gestures are louder than words - Fd!au

This fanfiction is based on the Family Dynamic au made by @antarctic-bay if you would like to know more, go check them out!!!

Also please bear in mind that the things written in this might not be canon!

Of course, this fic was grammatically corrected by the amazing @im-default

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To get a better context, read this first, if you don't want to, have a quick summary :)

Tommy comes back home in a very bad mood, Wilbur and Phil are concerned but end up making the situation worse, but Techno knows how to make Tommy talk : ASL (American sign language.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Warnings! Bullying, repressed anger, yelling, angst, hoo boy angst, crying, angst with a good ending, fluff and brother bonding moment :)

(The cursive and bold words are meant to be when they speak in gestures)

Enjoy~

“Ah, welcome back Tommy!” The inviting smell coming from whatever Phil was cooking welcomed him in just like his brother, both of which reminded him of his oopsie: He arrived home late.

Well… Phil did end his shift early, but arriving home after him for all of the brothers meant “they stayed out too late” since he always arrived home deep into the night.

“T-thanks...” Tommy sighed, Wilbur was on the counter, too absorbed into his algebra problems to notice him. Techno was nowhere to be seen but he wasn’t surprised, his door was closed so…you could imagine where he was, hint: when he wasn’t home his room’s door was open.

Closing himself in his room, he allowed his back to slide down the door until he sat on the floor, bringing his knees to his chest and squeezing them tight.

He wasn’t sad, he wasn’t crying, he was simply angry, hoo boy he was angry.

Taking a deep breath, he got up and sat at his desk, grabbing a notebook out of his backpack.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You go around with a plushie? Pff, what a child…” Tubbo reached out for his bee plushie “Give me Spins back!”, needlessly since another bully pushed him on the ground.

“Aw~ the doggy wants his toy?”

“Give. It. Back.” Tommy appeared behind the bullies, shoving one of them onto the ground.

“Oh my… the Ally of Justice, The Protector of the Weak!” one mocked him.

As a punch was about to hit the bully’s face, a teacher arrived and stopped both of them, blaming it more on Tommy than the real bully, sending them both home.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The music from his headphones brought him back to reality, scribbling down words for his English homework, god he was pissed.

How dare they bully Tubbo! And for his plushie Spins! Of course, he had already made a plan on how to get back at them, no one messes with his best friend without paying for it, yet he still couldn’t see that situation as a win for the bullies.

The teacher always saw him as the one at fault, he was the “Black Sheep” of the Pandel brothers, the disgrace of the fami-

A knock interrupted his train of thoughts, “Dinner is ready! Come wash your hands, you gremlin” came from behind the door, a distant “That’s kinda mean Will” accompanied it.

He sat at the table, one of the chairs was empty: Techno was missing, but what’s new? It was his habit to skip dinner, Tommy wondered if he would have skipped tonight’s one too.

“Techno! Food’s ready, come eat!” Phil half-shouted while serving the food, all of them stood quietly waiting for the response.

…

“Techno?” Phil took off the potholders and peeked into his room, a muffled “Kinda busy right now, I’ll come at the table in a minute” came his response.

Phil’s cuisine had always been better than restaurant’s in Tommy’s eyes, and the omelette with bacon and cheese he had prepared today was just like everything else he cooked: amazing.

Tommy once asked Phil where he had learned how to cook so well, his response was a simple “Mom and dad were both very good at cooking, you’d also be surprised how much you can learn from watching videos” kinda cliche, but fair enough.

“How was your day at school boys?” Phil asked after swallowing down a bite, Tommy gestured at Will to go first.

“All and all, my day went pretty well. Had a test but it was quite easy, Nikki and I also went to a bar and chatted ‘till it was time to go back, pretty chill day.” Wilbur nodded at his own thoughts and drank some water, then both of them looked at Tommy.

“What” He stared back, eyes flickering between the two brothers.

“So? How was your day?” Will encouraged him to talk, Tommy rolled his eyes. “Nothin’ special” he started, ”The history teacher scolded me for chewing a gum in class and…” after a deep breath and a couple of thoughts processed, “N-nothing else happened.” he decided to stay quiet. He couldn’t be bothered to explain the whole thing to them, especially since Phil could scold him for punching that dick-bag in the face, that would just put him in an even worse mood.

But of course, his brothers wouldn’t let that slide.

“Are you sure that’s all it happened? You don’t look like someone who had a “Nothing special” kinda day.” Will had always been curious, maybe too curious at times, Phil also nodded: They weren’t blind, they could see that Tommy wasn’t in a good mood.

“Oh come on Will, I was the one who lived my day, I’m telling you, nothing special happened!” Techno emerged from his room and grabbed a plate, no one really noticed him though. Tommy shoved a bite in his mouth to avoid saying more than he should.

“I know we are being kinda pushy Tommy but-” “Yes!!! You are being very pushy Phil!!!” At this point, he couldn’t hold it in, he wasn’t mad at them… but the rage he had suppressed before to avoid making a scene at school had to get out somehow.

“We are just worried about you Tommy! Show some appreciation!” Will stood up for Phil: the brothers didn’t like it when someone yelled at or didn’t treat their older brother well, many times Tommy had done what Wilbur was doing, but his mind wasn’t calm enough to think right now.

“Oh?! Worried?! For me?! If you would really be worried you would just LEAVE ME BE!!!” He turned around and slammed as hard as he could the door shut, the noise echoed through the Pandel house, then silence.

Tommy took his pillow and started punching it, letting the anger and tension out, after a couple of swings, he threw it to the other side of the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The rest of the Pandel brothers ate in silence, each of them absorbed into their own thoughts about the same topic: Tommy.

“So…Who is gonna go talk to him?” Wilbur broke the silence. “It’s better if no one goes talk to him right now, you heard him, he wants to be left alone.” Will looked at Phil “But we can’t leave him in that state! We have to-!” the older one finished his sentence “Help him, I know, but talking to him now will only make things worse, so let’s wait until he comes out” He stood up and grabbed Tommy’s plate, Phil moved what he left into a small container. “And if someone should talk to him” He opened the fridge, “It should be Techno, he has more chances of talking to him without an immediate rejection” Wilbur stared at the food in his plate in defeat, Techno simply nodded and ate the last bite of omelette: He even might have an idea on how to approach him.

~~~~~~~~~

Tommy left his room as Techno entered his, to put up his plan he had to stay in the living room, so that’s what he was going to do.

He grabbed what he needed to study and sat at the very end of the counter, immediately focusing on the textbook in front of him.

After Tommy looked at Techno weird since he rarely studied in the living room, he opened the fridge and grabbed a glass, filled it with milk, and went back to the sofa where he had dropped off his switch, sitting down and plugging in the earphones, he started playing “Breath of the Wild”. Tubbo had already finished it and Tommy wanted to try it out, being too broke to buy it, Tubbo lent his out of pity.

“Techno can you help me with this?” Will approached the counter with his textbook in hand, the pen in the other hand was busy scratching his head “I keep getting the wrong result and I don’t know-”

“No” He replied without taking his eyes off of his textbook, “Awww come on! I need to do this for tomorrow!” Techno sighed and patted the seat next to his, closing his homework to make room for Wilbur’s.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Almost an hour had passed and Techno had both helped Wilbur, who was now doing other work next to him and had finished his own stuff, he stretched his arms and back gaining a smile from Phil who was also working on his old pc.

After pouring a glass of milk for the rest of the brothers, including himself, he drank it all down and flopped on the sofa right in front of Tommy, who looked up to see why the seat had moved and then went back to his game.

Techno sat in a more comfortable position and started to tap on Tommy’s leg with his foot to grab his attention.

At first, all he got was some annoyed sounds, then his legs were pushing him away, and finally, he got his attention.

“What?!” He barked, eyes fixed on his smirking face. For any other person, Techno simply started waving his hands around while mouthing words, but for Tommy that was way more, that was Sign language.

What are you doing? Tommy rolled his eyes and placed his Switch on his lap, I don’t want to talk right now, Techno snickered, As if you have a choice. The younger one sighed.

At the start of the year, Tommy wasn’t doing so good with grades, his problem was that he couldn’t remember anything no matter how hard he tried. Yet Techno had noticed how he could remember fighting moves (taught to him by Deo) and other stuff pretty easily, his solution? Sign language.

The sentences were very short to gesture and way easier to remember, like that, Tommy’s grades went up in no time.

As a consequence, Techno and Tommy were the only one in the house that knew how to talk in ASl (American Sign Language), so of course, they used it to share secrets or just to annoy Wilbur since he couldn’t understand.

They also used it to talk in the cafeteria to either insult each other without getting scolded or to have a normal conversation. It was their own special way of communicating and bonding over stuff.

I know that Will and Phil bothered you about your mood, but you seriously need to let it out, his body got stiff as a self-defence mechanism, Unless you want to become a ticking time-bomb and explode near someone you care about... again.

Tommy’s eyes widened at the flashback of him shouting at Deo for something he hadn’t done came back, he was so mad he insulted his dear friend heavily, it took him an entire week to make the guilt go away and another two weeks to muster up the courage he needed to talk to him again. Deo forgave him but… to this day, Tommy still hadn’t forgiven himself.

After a minute of zoning out, he started gesturing and mouthing again:

Two students started making fun of Tubbo and I intervened, I punched one of them but… Techno’s arms were crossed as he was reading what Tommy was saying, Let me guess Wilbur looked up from his textbook and saw Techno gesturing, he wanted to yell at them to use their voices so bad… but he had to endure it this time… for Tommy’s sake.

A teacher walked in just as you punched him, blamed it on you, and sent you both home? Tommy looked at the console in his lap and slowly nodded, Techno sighed and patted the empty space next to him, smiling at the blonde boy.

Tommy crawled to the spot and hugged Techno, who just embraced him tightly while caressing his back in comfort, and the bomb, slowly defused itself: Tommy started sobbing, letting his emotions out.

“I’ll help you avenge him tomorrow” Techno whispered just before grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around the both of them, “We’ll make them pay, I promise Tommy” Tommy nodded and got even closer to Techno.

A shaky “T-thank you…” was all that came out of Tommy’s mouth before more sobs took over.

Will, who saw the whole scene, shook Phils arm lightly, pointing at the younger brothers.

He smiled at them and looked back at Wilbur, who leaned to whisper in his ear “Let them be” to then pat his shoulder.

Wilbur looked back at Techno and Tommy and smiled too.

#ph1lza #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #technoblade #nikki #nihachu #tubbo #fd! au #fd!au #fanfiction #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt #my fanfiction #writing #my writing

287 notes · View notes

dessarious · 5 years ago

Text

Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt66

Inspired by @ozmav Maribat AU

AO3 Beginning Previous Next

Three hours later they were all still in the living room planning. Tim was sitting in a chair with his laptop and Marinette was honestly impressed by the speed he did things and his ability to multitask. It was proving to be extremely useful, especially since they’d given him all the codes from Nathalie for Gabriel’s other security system. She almost shuddered thinking of the problems they would have walked into had Tim not looked at them first. As it was he was mostly certain he could disable everything when they needed him to.

Damian and Luka were on the love-seat. Luka was in his normal relaxed state but Damian was practically hugging the arm of the sofa and stiff as a board. Tim didn’t seem to notice it which made Marinette think that Damian didn’t relax around his family. She could also tell how hard it was for both boys to act like they were just teammates. As badly as she wanted to take down Hawkmoth once and for all, she was a bit worried about what it would mean for Damian. No threat very likely meant he’d be headed home.

She and Chloe were on the couch. Chloe had long since given up any pretense of professionalism and was stretched out with her head on Marinette’s lap while basically demanding her girlfriend's constant attention. She was tempted to point out how much Plagg was rubbing off on her but decided it would be best to do that when they weren’t on a time crunch since it was highly likely to make Chloe too irate to be helpful for at least two hours. So Marinette just smiled to herself and ran her fingers through the other girls hair so everyone could concentrate on the problem at hand.

“So this entire plan hinges on his ability to communicate with us about everything that happened since none of us will remember it.” Tim pointed at Luka and the skepticism in his tone earned him a glare from both her and Damian.

“Well in your case, it will be a matter of you communicating with him well enough that he can tell you what you need to do or not do. That’s all on you since I know Luka’s memory is nearly flawless in such a short time frame. As far as with us it’s more of a ‘don’t do this, it won’t work’ or him relaying my own plan back to me since he has more information than I do. Luka’s proven himself and I don’t appreciate you talking down to a member of my team.” Tim blinked at her in confusion while Damian gave a subtle nod of approval.

“I wasn’t trying to talk down to you or anyone else. I’m just not used to working this way. We do what we can to have as much information upfront as possible, from psych evaluations of the rogues to habits and patterns we’ve witnessed. This just feels like going in blind and I’m trying to understand how that’s going to work so I can hopefully adapt. I apologize if I offended you.” She could only blink at him. He really was making an effort. They were all just too tired to moderate their tone at the moment.

“I can understand that. Our situation is unique, especially for someone not used to magic. I promise you Luka can memorize and repeat anything you need him to. Just make sure that it’s something you’ll understand with limited context because every time he resets you’ll go back to square one.” Tim hummed in thought and went back to working on his computer. He was frowning at something but quickly got very excited before turning to Luka.

“So whatever I tell you to tell me doesn’t have to be something you understand necessarily right? It just has to be something I’ll understand when you say it back to me.” Damian rolled his eyes at his brother’s exuberance but Luka just smiled and nodded. “Perfect! I can create different plans of attack and color code them so all I have to do is have you tell me to use red, or absolutely don’t use blue. This is great!” Marinette watched as he happily dove into whatever he was planning and couldn’t help but smile. When he wasn’t acting like they needed him to hold their hands he was actually good company.

“I suppose the only thing left is to decide exactly when we want to launch our assault. Given his tendency to go after kids during school hours we might want to do something earlier rather than at night. Considering how desperate and pissed off he’ll be, my bet is he’ll use Lila again.” Damian let out a scoff while Chloe started muttering things Marinette was partly glad she couldn’t hear properly.

“But you’ll all be in school. How will you manage that?” Tim’s question caused both her and Chloe to start giggling. His confused expression made it almost impossible to stop. Damian looked like he just wanted to hit his brother over the head with something. Marinette managed to get herself under control enough to answer before he gave into the urge.

“First, we’re all staying here for the night so Wayzz can protect us in case of nightmares. The absolute last thing we need is him knowing who we are or what we’re planning. As to school, that’s easy to handle. I’m supposed to be spending the night at Chloe’s and I’ve been texting my parents about how awful I feel, in fact I’ve been feeling feverish all day. They’re already planning on calling me in sick tomorrow. Chloe was actually already going to be off because of a function with her father but she’s gotten permission to tend to her sick girlfriend instead.” She smiled warmly down at the blonde in her lap. Her father had caved immediately when he realized Chloe wasn’t kidding. “As Damian’s guardian here in Paris, you can call the school and tell them you’re both settling into a new apartment so he won’t be in for the next couple days. Luka goes to a progressive arts school so he literally just has to text his mentor and tell them he’s going elsewhere for inspiration.”

Tim was frowning at her in puzzlement. She wasn’t sure if it was because he was sleep deprived, surprised that she’d come up with such a plan, or surprised that she’d already been laying the groundwork for it before he arrived. Despite the fact that as a hero she had to think on her feet, she could plan things out. Especially when she had Chloe to bounce ideas off of since the girl had been raised to look at everything for the worst case scenario.

AO3 Beginning Previous Next

Ko-Fi

Tag List

@noirdots @valeks-princess @chocolatecatstheron @krispydefendorpolice @bee-wrecker @kanamexzeroyaoifangirl @northernbluetongue @paradoxal-occurance @scrumptiouslyelegantchaosqueen @sonif50 @thequestionablyhuman @persephonebutkore @elspethshadow @geekydragonyt @mmwolf1605 @da-tasuky @mjisntme @bluerosette23 @anjuschiffer @littleredrobinhoodlum @tazanna-blythe @resignedcatservant @schrodingers25 @seraphichana @persephonescat @punstoppablechatnoir @magicalfirebird @crazylittlemunchkin @corabeth11 @cyborgcandy @casual-darkness @shamefullove @miraculous-simmer7 @tamoni112 @cat181818meow @littleblue5mcdork @allthebooksandcrannies @enchanted-nerd @disneyfoxuniverse @fallinginthe-void @mandy984 @goggles-mcgee @fontegagrilledcheese @dorkus-minimus @theatreandcomicfreak @zerotosiki @ayuchan07 @mindfulmagics @urbanpineapplefarmer @winter-gardenflower @mooshoon @my-name-is-michell @melicmusicmagic @7-sage-7 @hypnosharkrebeldreamer @alicesangelofmusic @caffeinetheory @nataladriana9 @multplelifes @wanderingreader1019 @worlds-tiniest-spook-pastry @mvaree @redscarlet95 @storyteller-d @howabouticallyou @ginamarie1512 @kurogaya913 @tbehartoo @maddrag @two-faced-biatch @senyahgirl @unabashedlyswimmingtimemachine @iloontjeboontje @kakashixobito @welcometopradasa @amirahevens @amlesi @miraculousbelladonna @virgil-is-a-cutie @18-fandoms-unite-08 @cupcakeandkisses @angelofmusickaterinapetrova @book-r-the-best @dur55 @moonlightstar64 @fertileleaf @thequeenofpotatoeunicornss @thecaptainthunder @danielslilangel @novicevoice @nyaabinch @interobanginyourmom @welcometopradasa @charlietheepic7 @im-here-for-the-content @maya-custodios-dionach @throneoffirebreathingbitchqueen @starwindmaden @tired-butterfly @rogueptoridactyl @emeraldpuffguide @suzen23smith @yuulxd @animegirlweeb @alovelyocean @kris-pines04 @semaalcocer-blog @cadencehood @jardimazul @shethecat @silent-storms-posts @simplysslytherin @tog84 @thesunanditsangel @dast218 @tall-and-angry @the-alice-of-hearts @captainmac6 @theyellowfeverexperience @chrismarium @alessialeone6997 @heaven428 @tinyterror333 @smolplantmum @lilyellowink @naoryllis @katiegardneriscoolerthanyou @magewriter @doodledeerest @athena452 @peachedpocky @tired-butterfly @risingmoonyue @lunammoon @mylife-demonstrates-murphys-law @bobothyross @silvergold-swirl @loysydark @heaven428 @peachedpocky @hauntedwintersweets @awesome-starfish-and-tacos @silvergold-swirl @rosesgonerogue @castielsofficialtoothbrush @myazael @aestheticnpoetic @creator-josie @sturchling @snowstar1016 @myblacknightworld @kittycatwowmeow @midnightkaito @chylou34 @hufflejournals @indecisive-mess-named-me @uwuteamleader @sassakitty @jessigurl-design @demigodgirl20031 @freshbark @soup-served-chilling @elmokingkong @unknownvsworld @thatonegaybitchfromschool @tis-i-beanbandit @damianette-is-life @peachesbackup @nobodyw8s4evr @the-fusionist

#maribat #marinette dupen chang #bffmaridami #Damian Wayne

181 notes · View notes

rizlearns · 4 years ago

Text

29.05.2021 [day 1/30; story 1: hvordan jeg ble veganer]

technically i started last night because i was so eager to get going but i will count today as the official day of my 30 days of productivity dedicated specifically to improving my speaking skills in norwegian. so this exercise is based on a youtube video i watched so at the end of the allotted time (30 days) i will do a more in depth review/summary of this experience. but in short, i pick a story to tell about myself or one i know well and go over it until i can tell the story well. a new story every few days. also this post is an anomaly and the others will absolutely not be this long lmfao.

the first story i told was about my first experience being vegan in high school (TL;DR it was horrible) and my experience being vegan now: 4 years and counting :). each recording is 5 minutes long and today i made 4 recordings. I recorded twice last night. the very first recording (last night) was very awkward lol but i had a general idea of the main points of the story so it was just okay. after recording/talking for a full 5 minutes, i listened to myself and wrote down the words/phrases i didnt know, defined/translated them and recorded myself again for another 5 minutes. always talking until the 5 minutes were up (integral basis of the exercise).

fast forward to this morning, same process same story. 3rd time recording (first time today), was slightly better because obvs i already had the story in mind and unknown words defined and thats really the main point; becoming familiar with the story so it *feels* natural even though at this point it is still a little hard to speak. obviously i do not tell the story the same way each time (good) and also each time i was adding a little more to the end bc i would finish the original story line before the five minutes were over. same process as before, i did this 3 more times.

what i will say is that 1. recording/listening to myself speak makes me want to fucking throw up and i hate hearing my voice but i think the most important step is to keep going. on the 5th take (second take today) i literally blanked and really had to look at my notes but that's okay. im gonna spend a week on this story but as the 30 days go by, i will spend less and less time: from 7 days, to 3 days to 2.

anyways, these posts will not always be this long lol just wanted to give some more context to the process but also will give a full review at the end of the month (re: if i actually think this helped me or not). dont think anyone is reading all of this but thanks for listening if you did. speaking is my WORST skill by far so im glad i am making a concentrated effort to do better haha. see you again tomorrow!

#norsk #norwegian #norwegian langblr #studyblr #langblr #language learning #jeg lærer meg norsk #norwegian language blog #100 days of productivity #rizattempts

1 note · View note

blake-nikos · 4 years ago

Text

The longest DnD backstory i have made... so far

so small bit of context this is for a 5e game in a 18th century bloodborne style setting. it was meant to be one shot so i just made lady maria of the astral clock tower as my character, but the dm really likes the setting and how the game went so its becoming a full game, but i really liked how i played lady maria but i wanted something a little more then a dnd version of a bloodborne boss so i wrote this over the last few hours and its now 5:30 am oops The lady maria real name Blair ( insert appropriate lore last name with vanhellsing vibes to it ) class blood hunter level 10 Born into a noble house the daughter of a previous lady maria that died during child birth and a noble man, that was once a charming artist and writer but reduced to a cowardly shell of a man after the death of his first love, even though he has re married he never found his passions for the arts again now only making bland history text books for schools and little else. all through Blair's early life her grandfather on her mothers side would come around every few months bring gifts and tails of his latest monster hunts and the promise of "once your older if you wish it, I'll take you away from this stale noble life" as she grew her grandfather started training her in swordsmanship and fire arms, her farther forbid the training but the grandfather kept coming till one day he had the town guards waiting and threaten to have him killed if he took "his last piece of her away" blair over heard this but didn't understand at the time only being around 9 years old confused as her farther barely could even stand to look at her most days. Her grandfather didn't come for 3 years after that point, till one night blare started getting ravens at her window with short notes and pages taken from swordsmanship manuals page by page every day over time forming more then a few books on different styles of fighting and firearm manufacture and such. she trained every day till her hands were blistered from the bits of wood and furniture she had been using as wooden swords to train with in her bedroom. On the day before her 14th birthday she noticed a hooded figure with a raven in the small woods out her window, she grabbed a small kitchen knife she had stolen and suck out looking for them. it didn't take long till she was deep in the woods only to be startled by a well made wooden sword being thrown to her feet "pick it up and fight for your birthday present little one" the look of joy forced down by one of determination she picked up the sword and took the guard positions she'd been practicing for all this time, swing hard but true to form never faltering a step in her foot work, pushing the old man on to is back foot , not one to show to much mercy and a reflex from years of fighting he pushed hard in to his next swing and disarmed her of her wooden sword just as he dropped his guard about to gloat " guess some ones not getting her..." shes rushes him gets her body under his guard position thrusts her arms right up under his chin and with the stolen kitten knife to his neck "took you long enough old man" drops the knife to her side and hugs him tight enough she may have heard some of is old bones crack. and starts to cry into his chest. "okay alright little one, you won the fight now need to crush me now" as he hugs her back for a moment. "i know its been a while " only to hear " too long " as she kicks him in the shin "if you hit me again no present " She pules back to look at him to notice a few more scars on his face then last time she spoke to him. he stands up straight and calls out “ lady maria please come meet my grand daughter” As a hooded woman with a raven on her shoulder looking to be in her late 30s steps out from behind a tree. she steps forward and curtsy towards Blair “ its a honor to meet you little miss, i knew your mother well, and she would be very proud of such a skilled young fighter” she says with a smile, a head tilt and a slight tear in her eye “ you most certainly have her eyes and expressions... its like looking at a memory right before me” Blair looks to her before looking down to the dirt “ ive only heard story's from granddad and farther locked all the paintings of mum in the attic i haven't seen them in years” her grandfather after swallowing his anger “ well this just wont do “ and pulls out a locket from his pocket “ i have a portrait of her above the mantel in my family manner, why don't you hold on to this one, till you come see it for your self “ as he hands her the locked with a small picture of her mother inside. she holds it close before placing it around her neck. “but now little one its your birthday tomorrow and that's not your gift this is!” as the lady maria grabs a fabric wrapped sword from behind her “this was hers it needed some repairs after she put it aside when she moved in with your father, but its been cleaned sharped and has a fresh coat of sliver” Blair takes the wrapping off the sword to see a brilliant sliver coated steel scabbed, a saber with a enlarged almost small sword style handle and guard. she clips it to her belt and draws the blade “its heavy... well compared to a chair leg but the balance feels much nicer, this, this is mine now ?” her grandfather smiles “yes little one cant have you training with chair legs forever now can we, plus you will need a real blade when our lady maria hear starts training you in our family's blood magic next week ” Blair now looking rather confused “ blood magic?” the grandfather draws a dagger from his belt and slices the the blade along his palm as the blood runs down the blade it starts to crackle and spark with lightning he throws the blade at a tree and it sparks with a brilliant light and shark cracking sound like a small bolt of lighting, “now little one this is a family secret so don't go talking about magic, can you promise me that and don't let your father find that sword?” she nods her head with gusto “ yes sir ! totally, easy, no problem. and he wont look at me any way so its easy to steal stuff and sneak around ” the day starts to grow long and they say there goodby’s for now 3 years of weakly training some times with grandfather, some times with lady maria, some times with both and some times with a different lady maria she dresses the same and spoke the same formal way for the most part but much younger she explained “lady maria is not my name little one its a title... all the lady maria's are in some way related even you. im actually your cousin my name is Juliet. the older lady maria you met the first night was my aunt and your mothers sister. On her 16th birthday and a few years of Blair being a rebellious young teen and making trouble for the towns guard and her farther getting more and more strict as she aged, Blair promptly set out with trying to ruin her farther reputation especially when the step mother started pressing to “marry her off “ even though the farther was against it the step mother started making plans for marriage behind his back. Blair being a witty young trouble maker found out about her plans and took it as a challenge and found a new form of combat training in bar fights and sneaking to the next town over and drinking with the army boys in training. till it go to the tipping point a argument with her farther that was promoted by the step mother yelling at him for the better part of the day, when she came home at dusk one evening not looking to worse for ware but about as far lady like as one can get, her father going straight in to yelling “whats wrong with you!? why must you fight against the best life you’ll ever get? how ungrateful are you ! “ the step mother butting in “ your mother would be ashamed you” with out hesitation from across the room Blair pulls a knife cuts her palm and utters a Blood Curse of Bloated Agony on the step mother and drops the step mother to her knees in pain “ you know nothing about her you good for nothing noble piece of trash” “ and dad i don’t know if you hate me... or blame me for killing mum by being borne, but you never loved me you never gave me what i needed!, and you took away the only person that could! you stopped granddad from coming you took the one person that loved me! you left me with nothing what did you expect!? her farther now yelling at Blair to stop this “fine if you want to be with him so badly then leave but if you do your title stays behind your money you’ll will be nothing more then a common present!” “OH but father i have a title you could never take I’m the lady maria” as she drops the curse go’s to her room packs a travel bag grabs her mothers sword and walks right by her father who is trying to calm the step mother now screaming for a doctor and calling Blair a witch, on the way out Blair with sword worn proud on her side, she hesitates for a moment in the door way with her back to her farther, and can hear him over the sound of the now rageing woman next to him “what have i done Ive lost her again... i’m sorry i’m so sorry” blair pretends not to hear him and walks away in to the night. after another year of training now at the grandfathers manor and returning the locket, she started going on monster hunts and when the war came true and proper she fought right besides the young army boys from time to time as a mercenary and protected them from the monsters by night, even earning some honorary militarily ranks. now a few years after the war shes now 31 and has been a proper lady maria for a good while fighting monsters and making stories of her own.

#dnd backstory

3 notes · View notes

jackr4bb1t · 4 years ago

Text

a quiz thingy

?This is seriously going to get personal, you ready? yes

?If you were caught cheating, would you fess up? i wouldn't be cheating. :") but when i was a young dumb kid who did, i immediately confessed ksjdhfkjsdhf

?The last time you felt honestly broken? um idk yesterday or the day before i dont remember when that was because time is all blurring together now

?Are you craving something? yessss

?If you could have one thing right now what would it be? kat

?Would you rather have ten kids, or none? NONE!!!!!!!!!

?What do you hear right now? bf typing and bitching loudly

?Is your bed against more than one of your walls? yes (two)

?What’s on your mind right now? "What's on your mind right now?"

?Are you there for your friends? no :")

?Last person to see you cry? sjdkhfkjsdhfjshdfkjshdfkjh kat :")

?What do you do when you get nervous? uhhhh idk skdjhfkjsdhf I just kinda get really quiet and clammed up B') i dunno how to describe it. and it really depends on the context.

?Be honest, do you like people in general? i think my answer actually might be yes??

?How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids? it is absolutely never going to happen under any circumstance

?Does anyone completely understand you? i think my answer actually might be yes??

?Do you have a reason to smile right now? i'm literally smiling right now because kat is saying some dumb shit thats cracking me up as im trying to type this skjdfhksjdfh

?Has anyone told you they don’t ever wanna lose you? yeahksjdhsudjfh

?Do you tell your mum or dad everything? ABSOLUTELY NOT LMAO

?Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smokes? like cigarettes?? yeah idk i find the smell pretty gross so it's definitely something i'd prefer not to have to smell all the time kjsdhfkjdhsf

?Are you going to get hurt anytime soon by someone uhhhh I SURE HOPE NOT

?This time last year, can you remember who you liked? ksdjfhskjdfh pretty much no one. i was actually mostly single for a couple of years there. for the first time in my life i went completely without any serious romantic interest and focused on myself instead. it was an interesting experience.

?Do you think more about the past, present, or future? definitely future skjdhfjkshdf i hardly ever think about the past or even the present

?How many hours of sleep do you get a night? thankfully most nights i get a solid 7-8. sometimes i'll only get like 5. but other nights i'll get like 10. the majority of the time though, it's in the 7-8 range.

?Are you easy to get along with? yes

?Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with? no

?What was the last drink that you put in your mouth? water

?What size bed do you have? queen

?Do you start the water before you get in the shower or when you get in? before wtf

?Do you like the rain? yes as long as i'm not in it kjsdhfjdf. (but i'm fine being in it if it's light.)

?Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? in this exact moment genuinely no skjdhfjhd (unless by some brief passing coincidence)

?Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t do lots ksjdhfj

?Would people refer to you as a goodie goodie, bad news, or neither? probably neither? i think/hope?

?Who were you last in the car with, besides family? uhhHHHhhhhhHH JIM

?What’s the last movie you saw in theaters and with who? CATS WITH KAT OR MAYBE IT WAS SONIC???? i cant remember which order we saw those in skdjfhkjsdfh

?Have you ever kissed someone who had a boyfriend/ girlfriend? i'm actually pretty sure the answer to this is no so like sjdfksjdhfj wow yay i did it

?Have you ever been hurt by someone you never thought would hurt you? yep

?Your parents are out of town. Would you throw a massive party? jsdkhfkjsd no, i never did any such thing. although i would have people over that i wasn't supposed to.

?Do you regret a past relationship? all of them

?Would you rather spend a Friday night at a concert or a crazy party? why are those my only options -sobs- IT DEPENDS ON MY MOOD SKJDHFJKSDHF I GUESS I'LL PICK THE CONCERT CUZ IT SEEMS LESS SOCIAL B'D AND I AM SURE THERE ARE QUITE A FEW BANDS/SINGERS THAT WOULD BE REALLY COOL TO SEE LIVE.

?Do you tend to fall for the same type of person over and over? i definitely used to ksjdhfkjdshf and i was barking up the wrong tree the entire time

?Have you made a joke about somebody that made them cry? I really hope not skjdfhsjdkfh I've never been the "roasting" type idk sdjfh I've never really like... poked fun at people idk that type of humour has never really been funny to me? idk how to word what i'm trying to say ksjdfhjsdfh basically I just don't really ever make jokes about people because I don't find that type of humour to be entertaining.

?Do you care too much about your appearance? i care about it a LOT less than i used to but i still hate myself kjsdfhgkjfdg so i suppose that is an indication that i care too much

?Are you a jealous person? romantically? yes. literally any other context? no

?Have you bought any clothing items in the last week? no

?Do you miss anyone? yes :(

?Last person who made you cry? uhhhhhh

?Does your ex piss you off? no skjdfhsjkd

?What are you doing tomorrow? just some stupid bullshit chores/errands/etc. woo hoooo.

?Are you the type of person who has a new boyfriend/ girlfriend every week? lmao no (although i was sorta like that in high school sdlkfjhksdjfh)

?Is there anyone you want to come see you? yes

?Have you ever been cheated on? yes

?Ever given your all to someone who walked away? not really

?Do you like cotton candy? yes as a treat

?Who was the last person you had a serious conversation with? kat

?Do you have siblings? yes

?Have you ever fallen asleep on someone? yes

?How has the past week been for you? hell

?Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? i dont really have friends of any sex except for my partner and we are the same sex sex sex sex sex GAY GAY GAY

?What’s on your mind right now? SEX SEX SEX GAY GAY GAY SEX GAY SEX GAY SEX

?What were you doing at midnight last night? IDK PROBABLY CRYYIINGGG oh wait i was at work skdjfhskjfh waiting for jim to be ready to leave he always stays til exactly midnight unlike most people who will leave around 1158 sdkjfhskdjfh HE HAS TO FOLLOW THE RULLLESSS but i don't mind cuz he's giving me a ride which is cool so i don't mind to wait the extra minutes til midnight B) i mean, i am getting paid to be there sooo.

?What is your current mood? NEEDY

?Who was the first person you talked to today? KAT

?Will this week be a good one? YEAH WE'RE GETTING OUR SHIT TOGETHER

?Anything happen to you within the past month that made you really happy? I'm sure there are things that have happened B')

?Who were you with last night kathel who was horrifying me as i was half asleep. talking at length about how hes gonna get a garfield tramp stamp. -sobs.- i fell asleep to that.

?Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? LMAO BITCH WHAT DID I JUST SAY. YOU STUPID???

?Next time you will kiss someone hopefully not too much longerrrr B(

?Who should start the kiss, the girl or the boy? wowza

?Do you have any plans for the weekend? it's monday you fucking whore, i hardly have a plan for what i'm doing in this current present moment let alone several days from now

oh the quiz is over now

2 notes · View notes