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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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Request: Could u do one where y/n is a stripper but her and Harry are already together. So Harry and his friends all know y/n works at the strip club because she’s Harry girl and they all go up there and she gives him a lap dance?? Idk I just need something dirty😂✋🏽

Disclaimer: Public infatuation, spitting and teasing.

Do you ever see shit crumbling down infront of your eyes and said, "fuck it." before taking the step that could have a ominous impact on your life? Perhaps Y/N did the same. When she couldn't pay for her UNI she started working at a club as a waitress, scrubbing the awful stickiness of beers and alchol wasn't a nightmare for her at least.

She always admired the girls outdoing themselves on stage, something so fascinating about having men on the tip of their shoes and emptying their pockets just to have a watch of mere skin.

One night when the clock striked past 2 am and the club had barely three people her friend ushered her on the stage, it wasn't sexy and eroticaly mind blogging. She was trying to have fun (she's very socially akward and have a stage phobia). Rather, cute as she danced in her pink skirts and showy apron not caring when her headband slid down as she spinned around the pole with loud giggles.

What took her gasp away was a beautiful man sitting in the corner dimmed away from the bashing lights of the room. Hand adorned in gems and jewels wrapped around the crystal glass of beer as he sat man-spreading in a black suit, a white shirt underneath that gives the glimpse of his tattoos and an evident smirk of ferver for her that made her tummy scorch.

"Y/N!" The bartender shouted for her, "Take this order for the table 22, quick." She tumbles down two stairs hastily and it takes out a chuckle from his lips, his eyes following her constantly. The glass of another bevy is for none other than the man with emarld eyes and chocolate curls.

She approaches him with a bicker between her mind and heart to shut the fuck up, as she slides the glass infront of him without glancing up at him.

"Y'dance gorgeously." His voice sultry and so so supple she couldn't belive it came out from him. "Uhm thank you . . . but 'm not what you're thinking 'm." She fumbles with her apron back treating slowly and he raises his brows not in amusement but in acknowledgement puffering out his bottom red lip she oh so gonna think about whole night.

"Doesn't matter, eh." She nods, "like somethin' else?" Her smile. Harry think her smile lit up his previous grumpy mood and his eyes falls over her shoes, he didn't like that they were literally about to thread into patches.

"Nope. Jus' headin' out, take care, love." Fuck him. There's no way she wouldn't imagine about him, being there in her dainty loft.

He left a bunch of cash as her tip and it made her all blushy.

Their next encounter was rather funny. Bumping into eachother at a grocery shop and her collection of junk food, cans of sweet sodas and candies went flying infront of him making her feel giddy that what he'd think about him? A child of five ready to go back to school?

His apologies were cut short when he sees it's her and his eyes went glowy. She's completely a different person when not under the blazing lights, so soft and clean wearing a cream coloured sweater, curdoury lilac pants and spectacles perched atop her bunny nose.

Him in a rolling stones tee and slacks.

"Y'alright, there?" He asks her with a brush to her elbow and she nods, "oh, Mr. Gucci pants?" That was the point where their love story started not a clićhe one but Harry's head over heels for her to this day. She calls him Gucci pants to annoy him cause his trousers that had a visible gucci label on the hem of them.

Then after few months of them hanging out and their first kiss she got to know that he's the owner of the club she fucking works at. She didn't know what to do, is that okay to date something out of your status and league? Even boss? She ghosted him for weeks and realized that how much she missed him. His thoughts didn't seem to leave her mind at all, his lips and kisses.

They've a most healthy relationship, he doesn't stop her from working at club as a waitress neither does he feels remorseful when she gets angry for paying her extra replying with cheekiness, "can't wait to have our bank accounts together, i like to give y'me lovin' sweet bug."

Their sex life's a proper satisfaction for both of them, Harry's such a caring domineering to her and it makes her cry sometimes when she floats into her sub-space. She loves to have him inside her after rough nights and to have sex in the morning getting sticky due to him hardening while still inside her.

She's public shy so they never try anything outside (harry respects her boundaries and gives her space whenever she needs some) but giving him a blowjob in his car doesn't seem that scary, does it? And the fact she loves to keep him warm and wet in her mouth everytime. He exposed her to the world of sex toys and how to use them, she was hesitant in the start but now loves to play with herself while he caresses his cock infront of her.

She hates being tied up! Always wants to touch him and feel his velvety skin. He ties up when she's being a bad puppy.

She loves when he fucks her from behind on her knees studying and sometimes she likes him harsh too, to be pounded raw, it makes her panties soak with yearn to have him.

But, in general he's all pet names and kisses. Gifting her silks and making her matchas. Cuddles and hugs from behind. Though, he likes to be a small spoon with his face tucked between her squishy tits and likes to have back rubs by her when the work gets a load on him.

Today though she'd like to come out of her cocoon and do something bold to show him that she wanna put the same effort to turn him on as he does. She doesn't know that her only presence stiffens his dick.

Harry was along his friends in his usual spot away from the bustling crowd when the patter of heels distracted them making their heads perk up, "would you guys like something?" She asks them and Nialler who's already miffed bad hiccups, "another bevy fo' me." She rolls her eyes at him sticking her tongue out.

"Then fetch one for yourself." While they bickered Harry admired his girl. The curve of her peach and her fleshy thighs, the stocking she's wearing doing nothing to satiate his burn to fuck her right now on these tables infront of everyone. "Anddd what'd you like to 've, Sir." She dips her knee between his thighs near his crotch whispering sultry-ly in his ear and pressing her wet lips against his earlobe on purpose.

"You." He smiles bashfully running his hands under her skirt and thighs giving it lil smack making her squeal softly, "'m all yours to take." She smooches a kiss to his mouth and presses her panties clad cunt against his man-spread moaning subtly when he groped her ass to assist her in humping him.

"Get a room you guys!!" Their friends hollered and Harry was quick to take Y/N's hand leading her to a private room, "On the sofa legs spread fo' me." She doesn't listen to him and pushes him down instead crawling up his lap.

"No." She tries to use the most intimidating voice, "what? You sound like a kitten, baby." He teases her letting his fingers linger over her garter and she hisses when he snaps it. She pins his wrists between them telling him grumpy-ly, "I - said - no." Her neck stretches giving Harry more skin to plant kisses as she brought his hand to cup them against her pussy.

"Wanna fuck me 'n d'the dirty work yourself? Go on then." He murmures grazing her collarbones with his teeth and palms her chest, stroking the perked nipple again and again to make her wet than she already's. Except of undressing him herself she orders him because she's too far gone to do anything other than have his cock pounding inside her, "Undress." When he does so she wraps her hand around his huge prick and taps his cherry lips with her fingers.

Pulling at his foreskin for some time and coating it perfectly with his own pre-come she sides her panties with shaky fingers and sinks down on him completely, she loves this position. In this way he feels too big inside her, deep to her tummy and could embrace eachother cosily.

"This's what you wanted? To fuck yourself with me prick, to keep it forever inside you?" He grabs her from sides helping her ride him and she hugs his shoulders whimpering with each languid stroke of his thickness against her spongy walls, "yes, yes, yes." His balls slaps against her bum and she squeezes around him with a cry.

He tuts in a mean voice, "Look how 've turned me sweet innocent Y/N into a filthy girl whose cunt's always drippin' with me cum." Her hairline beads with sweat and she muffles her moans by bitting him, he yanks her.

"Let everybody listen how hard ye're bein' pounded." He growls spanking her ass to a plump redness, groping her asscheeks to push harder and it makes her squirt around him.

"More, more, please more." She says in a soft hoarseness thighs quaking around his waist from exhaustion and he chuckles kissing her temple rolling her sensitive clit with the pad of thumb to make her cum, "oh! Harry — " This time she moans without holding back and when she doesn't stop moving Harry takes the hint.

"Bug you're gettin' tired." He flips them. Pressing her thigh against the back of couch with a tight grip of his hands around, so tight it'll leave imprints. Looking down a whimper slips from his throat at the sight of her widely spread for him and her pussy lips wrapped around his rock hard cock, though the sofa is already ruined with their wetness he spits where they're connected.

The dirty, sloppy wet noises of them turns him on so bad and he laps at her nipples like a kitten would do drilling inside her vigorously it makes her gasp in pleasure, moan and cry his name.

She rakes her nails down his spine when he grinds down at her in rough circles, "I'm gonna cum." She cries out cramping around him and their bones rattles with each pound she receives from him.

"Come fo' me darlin', gonna count to three — " He caresses her jaw, kissing her again and again face expression bundling up with the wave of pleasure that's about fluid over him as she thrashes under him, head on the sofa and torso stretching out, "fuck, fuck, fuck." He mutters unloading inside of her in sticky white ribbons that spill out of her because he came alot.

Taking a breather they untangle themselves a little and she whispers snuggling into his neck, "might think we could crash at this sofa tonight." Wrapping her calves around him like a koala.

"But, 'm hungry too." She giggles when her stomach grugled angrily.

"Let's clean up and get fish 'n chips from the next shop." He pets her head.

"Amazing!" She chirps.

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janevx · 5 years ago

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maybe| Yuta Nakamoto III

Genre: mafia au, smut, angst

Part II: https://exostoriesbyjuliettx.tumblr.com/post/619367402133684224/maybe-yuta-nakamoto-ii

Today it’s second day sicne she was bringing there. Soyeon likes very much Mark, he was someone who laugh with her and talk about everything. After what Yuta said to Katherine, she didin’t talk a lot. She was scared, because everyone knows Yuta. He and Taeyong are guys who don’t fuck with anybody. And he didn’t talk a lot with Soyeon. Japanese knows that she is afraid of him, what was funny and cute for him, because he knows that Soyeon won’t leave him. After few minutes he knew it.

Today they going to some event with other mafia, she heard something about BTS, and she have to go. She knew that there will be some girlfriends with she must talk. It’s be her first time. Soyeon and Yuta gotta go at 7 p.m and now is 2 p.m so they have a lot of time. NCT and BTS have to meet, because of some bussines and issues with weapon. NCT think that leader of BTS stole their weapon and money, so they decided to talk with them than fight.

— Soyeon come here! — Yuta shouted out from downstair. She goes down and sit at the couch. — I bought you some jewerly and dress. I geuss you can do make up so you gonna do this. There will be three girlfriends, wife of Kim Seokjin - Kim Jaeyeol, Min Yoongi’s girlfriend Seo Taemin, and Jeon Junggook girlfriend’s Jung Miseok. They are extremlly stupid. They don’t know when to shut the fuck up, so your mission is easy - Find out about where their boyfriends were at Wednesday, got it?

— Yes, but what if they gonna realize?

— Don’t worry, they shouldn’t, but if yes.. — He stopped. — Then you gonna think what to do. And one more thing. You need to show them where their place is, okey honey?

He get closser to her and touch lightly her cheek.

— Y-yes. — She sighed and he take back his hand.

— Are you still scared of me, honey?

— K-kinda yes. You took me from my house and if I’m not gonna listen to you, you will kill me.

— If you be the good girl you will live. And remember, never take of your ring, because Taeyong will cut your fingers off.

She looked at her fingers and nod.

— Use words honey.

— I remember, Yuta.

— Good girl. Now I’m gonna start dressing so you should too.

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They arrived. Big restaurant that looks like a big castle. Walls are gold and shiny. Infont of restaurant stood a lot of sport, expensive cars. When Soyeon realized how much money stood infront of restaurant she feel a little bit bad. She was never rich and never see car like this. Buah, she never sit in car like this, but tonight she came with one of this car with Yuta.

Yuta grab her hand and both of them walked in. With smile on their faces, they walked in. Everybody was looking at them, because..shit..they looked like million dollars. Eveybody in this room know about Yuta’s standards. He loves to feel the best. BTS for him was a little gang that steal others things and thinks that they are powerfull, but for real nobody was scared becasue of them. Jin, Suga and Junggook feel chills when they saw Yuta and his wife. They took their seats and look at everybody.

— Good evening Yuta, nice to see you again. — Jin started with smile — I hope everyhting gonna work out.

Soyeon looked around. At the back stood her husband’s men. Ready to fight and protect her and him.

— Soeyon, darling. — he turn around to face her — You should get to know their girlfriends, very friendly girls. I have some business to do, so maybe you four should go to walk or drink some coffee and be back about 15 minutes, huh?

— Of cousre, Yuta. Girls, are you in? — She smiled

Girls looked at their partners faces, and when boys nod at them, they stood up.They goona go to next room to drink some coffee and talk about “regular” things. Soyeon acts so good. She smile all the time, looks like she is interest in conversation.

— By the way, Soyeon how it is? — Jaeyeol asked

— What?

— You know, being Yuta’s wfe. — Miseok added

— Nice. He is very nice to me, romantic, take care about me. He is really in love with me.

— My god, imagine being his wife. — Taeim groaned — He is so handsome and hot, not like Yoongi. He ignores me everytime. And my god if he is so hot, he must be

— He must be god of sex. — Jaeyeol end — He fuck propably like god. Imagine his body. For sure you have a lot orgams during sex with him.

Soyeon never in her life felt this embarrasded like today. Her cheeks burn like tomatoe. First: This wasn’t weird talk about sex with new meet person? Second: He is HER husband.

— I don’t mean to be rude, but he is my husband. — Soyeon clenched her jaw — Yes, he fucks me good. Only me. And his body is art. — She felt a lot more confidence — So we can end topic about our sex life. Yours husband don’t fuck you all good?

They looked at the ground.

— Maybe. Damn I’m jelous.

Yuta was right. They are really stupid. Soyeon was tired, but left a few minutes and they have to come back.

— Okey, so I recommend talk about it with them. Btw, what did you do two days ago? Were you with your boyfriends?

— Why you asking?

— You don’t know what was at Wednesday? — Soyeon looked like surprised — At Wednesday was international “Lovers Day” something like Valentine Day, but not at all. Couples at this day should spend time together.

— What?! Min Yoongi you asshole! — Miseok looks sad — I didn’t spend this day with him. He was busy with work.

— Same here. — Taemin look at them — I geuss your husband was outside too, right Jaeyeol? — She nodded — They have some work at the end of Seoul. Weapon? I don’t remember.

— Yeah. — Jaeyeol shouted — This assholes choosed work above us. Yeah, Jin talked about weapon and money from big head of some poeple, I don’t know about who was he talking.

— Nevermind. — Miseok end — This assholed don’t gonna have sex with us, because they skipped international Lover Day. Did you spend your time with Yuta?

— Yeah. — She smilled lightly — We were at cinema and then at dinner. Very beautifull time. Oh shit. — She looked at watch — We should come back. Already passed 20 minutes.

Soyeon couldn’t belive that this girls belived her about “lovers day” and talk her everything about Yuta asked for. They are really stupid. She was happy, becasue Yuta would give her space and don’t do anything wrong to her or talk with her.

Girls come back and sit next to their partners. Yuta was looking at Soyeon with interest in his eyes. She nodded to him and sit next to him.

— Babe, how was your time with this girls?

— Very good. They are very, very talkative women. — She smiled and feel a little bit stressed.

— What you was talking about?

— I think it’s not important. — Jaeyeol was sip of her drink

— I decide what is important and what not.

— They think that you are hot, and was curious about our sex life and how good you fuck me. — Yuta smirked look into his rivals eyes.

Their faces was pale and looked a little bit angry. Girls looked at the ground, shocked that Soyeon tell him about their dirty minds.

— Something more, honey?

— They didn’t spend Wednesdat together. They were busy by work. Steal some weapons and money, like their girlfriends said.

Yuta could spill the fire. He was pissed of, because this guys sweared to him that they were busy with their partners and papper work in office. BTS feel bad and stressed, they know how can this end.

At Yuta’s face make new sinister smile. His men knows what is coming.

— Thank you darling. — He throw his fist at the table — I thought you were honest with me, you three motherfuckers. You know what I’m going to do? — He turn around to his wife — Honey, Haechan and Jaemin took you to home, I have to end business with this men. I’ll be back about hour or two, don’t wait for me.

She nodded. Stand up and walked to his men. There was six of his men, and two of them have to take her back to home.

— What do you think Yuta is going to do? — Jaemin asked

— You jerk, what do you think? Of course, he’s gonna kill them, and this women gonna work at club in China. For sure WinWin or Kun goona take care of them. — Haechan laughed — How do you feel Soyeon? Is everything good?

— Y-yes. It’s good. Does he often kill people?

— How do you think? He is in mafia, it’s his job. By the way, good job.

She nodded and started look at window. It’s hard. She was more afraid of him, because she knew about this that he can kill, but it hits diffrently when someone tell you this. She closed her eyes and clean her mind.

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fairymadnessyeah · 5 years ago

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Birthday Boys

Summary: A Modern setting AU for the Todoroki´s birthday boys. It’s basically a reunion fic, so enjoy.

Part 1 of 4 (For now)

Next part next Saturday.

P.s : Happy Birthday Shouto

Warning: Mentions of past abuse and street violence

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“We have the chips, nee-san” A stoic looking teenager said as he entered the place carring a plastic bag. A smaller greenette behind him carring three bags and two other teenagers with presents, too. “And Iida and Uraraka are here”

“Welcome!” Fuyumi said, taking the bags from his brother and the green kid.

This may have been an ordinary thing for anybody. But not for this family.

Before their fathers arrest, life for the Todoroki family was a nightmare. They had no normalcy. Birthdays were never celebrated, Shouto wasn’t allowed to interact with his sibblings and their mother had snapped and had to be interned to a hospital for the sake of her menyal health. And Touya…

Well, they didn’t like to think about it.

But now, they were a family, that could have friends over and celebrate their birthdays together and however they saw fit, without worring over what would happen to their mother or baby brother if Enji found out.

When their father was finally out of the picture, Fuyumi, being the older sibbling (not eldest, she wasn’t the eldest) inherited all of Enji´s money and possesions. From the state to his boxing trophies. She sold the state and bought a nice apartment near her job, Natsuo’s collegue and Shouto High school. She basically lived alone since Natsuo had a roomate on campus, Shouto had the dorms in UA and their mother wasn’t ready to live utside the hospital.

But, now that Enji was gone, Natsuo came by more often and their mother had recoverred enought to go outside without trembling. Although, to Fuyumi, the best part was that Shouto came every Friday night and stayed until Monday morning when he had to go to school.

Every weekend felt like a dream. Because they were all together. Well… almost.

Little by little the guest started to arrive. There weren’t many people over, Shouto’s class, two other friends and Midoriya’s mom and stepdad. They couldn’t not invite them.

It was thanks to them that they were able to be were they are now. Who would have thought that the adopted son of their old man’s rival, would have been the start of their salvation?

Before the dorm sistem was applied at UA, the green kid, Izuku Midoriya did everything he could to help Shouto when he learned about their father. He would help him feel included, explain everything he didn’t understand, he even kept him in his house for a month during break. That was when Mrs Inko and Mr Yagi learned about their situacion. And when Mrs Midoriya helped Fuyumi get over her fear of her dad to report him.

The process was rather quick. Even if their father was a famous and respected boxing champion, there was too much evidence against him. He was locked down in November.

The party was going expectacularly. They weren’t allowed to make too much noise because of their mom, but Shouto’s classmates were heaven sent. They didn’t make a mess and even included their mother in activities. Even the explosive blonde that, according to Shouto, knows more cuss words than mentally possible, was calmingly explaining to their mom how to beat his classmates in Mario Kart.

“Fuyumi,” Mrs Inko called her from the living room. “the front desk called, they said somebody is at the entrance and that they need to speak with you.”

“Oh, it’s probably another guest, could you watch over the food?”

“Yes, dear”

She took her keys and headed to the elevator. When she reached the front desk, she noticed a… tired looking guy wearing a black hooding and pants playing with his phone and sitting on the floor. He didn’t look up from the screen until she asked him if he was the one that asked for her.

The man (could she called him that? the guy was so skinny that if he wasn’t malnurished, he was probably a really tall teenager) stood up and put his hands in his hoody’s pocket. “My name is Shigaraki Tomura, I think I know your brother?”

“Do you?” She didn’t remember him. If he was in Shouto’s class, she would have seen him at least once.

“Is this him?” The stranger took his wallet off his back pocket and showed her a picture.

It was her brother. But not Shouto or Natsuo.

It was spikey, messed up hair that he refused to brush. Hard edges that had been bruised more times than she could count. Turquoise eyes that burned with rage that increased after every training section with dad.

There were things that could have throw her off. Like the piercings, the black hair, the arms completly covered in ink.

But that was him.

He was looking at the camera confused with a steaming mug in his hand.

That was Touya. Her big brother. The eldest sibbling. Their missing piece.

Suddenly, she couldn’t talk. She had so many question but none of them, not even one wanted to come out. Her eyes were getting watery, but she could barelly notice with her feelings and doubts swarming in her head.

She took a deep breath to try to calm herself. She couldn’t scare off the only lead in 10 years of Touya off.

“How did you get that picture?” She finally asked, her voice shakey and almost breaking.

The guy, Shigaraki, closed his wallet and sighted. “We live together. He goes by Dabi now though. I thought you might want to see him again” He took out a card of his wallet and took a pen from the receptionist. He scribbled something down and offered it to her. “My number is in it. If I don’t answer, call the bar and ask for Kurogiri. He will give me any message you leave.”

She took the card carefully without looking at it. As if she did, she would wake up and this would be a dream.

“I should warn you though” He continued “He hasn´t been in the best… company for a while. Hope I hear from you”. With that, Shimura turned and left, leaving Fuyumi alone in the lobby.

She could still feel the rought paper of the card against her palm. She headed back to the elevator in automatic. Not that it mattered. Very little things mattered right now. The only thing that was now on her mind was that Touya wasn’t dead.

And it wasn’t delusional hope, this was real. She saw proof. She had proof. Finally looking down, she read the card.

Black Mist Bar xxxx-xxxx

Shigaraki T. xxx-xx-xxx-xx

The last part was written down with a messy scribble but it was there. Solid proof that Touya was alive and that they could see him again. Feeling tears fall out of her eyes, she put the card in her back pocket and headed out of the elevator to her apartment. She rubbed the tears off with her sleeve, minding her glasses and entered as if her world hadn’t been turn upside down.

The place was still filled with laughter and joy. The kids were all still playing Mario Kart but were searching for other games to play in a shelf, Rei was speaking with Natsuo and Mr Toshinori and Mrs Midoriya was leaving food in their coffee table for the kids.

Once the party finished and all of Shouto´s friend left, Fuyumi drove their mother to the hospital. She thought about telling her about the news, but decided not to. The last time they told her mother news about him, was when he ran away. She didn’t react well and they had to sedate her so she wouldn’t hurt herself.

Besides, the only thing she knew was that this random guy Sigaraki, thought that maybe his roommate was their long lost brother. Giving her mother the news that his first son that is presummed dead might be alive to then tell her that it wasn’t him or a ruse seemed cruel. And her mother was making an excellent progress, today was an milestone for her. She spent almost five hour with more that 20 people with loud noises without having an relapse. She even smiled and made a new friend with Mrs Inko.

She couldn’t tell her. Not yet.

When she arrived back home, Natsuo and Shouto were cleaning up. They were both talking animatedly about all the gifts Shouto had received. They looked so happy.

‘Should I tell them?’ Fuyumi questioned. She didn’t have to worry about their reaction, not like with her mom. But Natsuo had already lost all hope of finding Touya, considered him the dead 4 years ago, and Shouto bearly knew him. Even if they both had been through the same (Why their father decided to beat his eldest and younger child was something they never learnt), Shouto was 5 when Touya ran away at 15.

“Nee-san?” Shouto called her, staring at her worried, “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course” She tried to lie to them. But apparently it didn’t work because her two brothers shared a look and then turned back to her.

“Fuyu, what’s wrong?” Natsuo asked as he came near her.

Fuyumi sighted and told them about what happened. Shouto, with his never-changing poker face, didn’t have much of reaction, but Natsuo…. He couldn’t belive it, wouldn´t belive it.

“Fuyumi, are you stupid?” Natsuo asked angry “You beleave this…. random guy that shows up out of nowhere saying that our dead brother has been alive ALL THIS TIME, just because he showed you a picture of somebody that looks like him that could of been edited? Fuyu, that guy is obviously lying to get you alone to kidnap you or kill you or worse!”

“You think I don´t know thats a posibility!?” She answered, insulted by her brother´s words. “I’m not saying that I’m going to do whatever he wants just because he might know something about Touya. But this is the only lead we had in 10 years. What if this is him? What if he wants to come back to us?”

“Then he would have come years ago! I know you miss him, I do too! But he is GONE, OKAY!? He isn’t coming back!” Natsuo wiped his leaking eyes and took some plates to the kitchen.

As she listened the water running of the sink, she sighted and sat down on the couch. Shouto sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Fuyumi returned the gesture by hugging him.

“What was the guys name?” Shouto asked quietly as to not break the moment.

Fuyumi took a deep breath and let go off him to reach for the card with the two numbers. “Shigaraki Tomura” She told him handing him the card. Shouto took it and stared at it quietly.

Dinner was… quiet. The fight still fresh made it eternal and once they finished their soba, all three sibblings were happy to leave the table. Shouto went to his room and Natsuo to the other bedroom while Fuyumi cleaned. A couple of minutes later, Natsuo came out with his bags packed.

“Natsuo, it’s late. You shouldn’t go out at this hour.” Fuyumi told him, already expecting this reaction to their argument.

“Don’t worry, I’m careful” He told her. ‘Unlike you’

“Nee-san,” In that moment, Shouto came out of his room with his laptop. “Is this the guy from today?” Turning the device so the screen faced her, Fuyumi saw it had a Youtube Channel filled with video games with Shigaraki’s face on the bottom corner.

“Yeah thats him” The three surrounded the computer and Shouto pressed on one of the videos.

“Hello and welcome back to this hell-hole We are playing Kindergarden this day. The game that recreates childhood perfectly; with cheating whores, bullys with daddy issues and getting shot on the head. Today, I’m gonna try to kill everyone of my classmates. Let’s start the blood bath…”

“Okay, so he is real.” Natsuo paused the video, “That doesn’t mean he knows Touya”

Fuyumi went back to his channel and looking at his bio, she noticed a name. Opening another tab and logging into her Instagram, she searched for @.Dabi.Inferno.. The user had his page full of different body parts covered in beautiful and complicated drawings and designs. And for the profile picture there was a photograph of a man in front of a shop with a blue neon sign that read ‘Inferno’

That man was Touya. Just like it looked in the picture Shigaraki showed Fuyumi. Black hair, tattoos, piercings, blue eyes like dad. The only difference was that here he was using different clothes and he was smirking.

They stayed in silence for a while. Just, taking everything in. Their feelings a mess. One hopeful that their family would be complete again, the other in denial to not get hurt again and the last excited that he could meet the mistery that was Touya.

“When do I call him?”

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Getting out of the bus, Shigaraki started his walk back home. Even if he should, he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings. He didn’t need to, having lived in this side of town for most of his life. But he should. He wasn’t lying when he told the Todoroki girl about Dabi’s “company”.

Yeah, they changed. Him, Dabi and the rest. But the last time somebody tried to rob them was yesterday. Emphasis on the try, since Dabi found him and then proceeded to beat the crap out of the guy. And then Spinner and Twice joined.

It’s not like he lied to the girl. He just… left out the details.

It wasn’t their fault that life decided to screw them in the most royal and epic way. Besides, they all turned their life around. Magne and Toga run that hair salon, Spinner and Mustard were helping Stain with his gun-range and shop, Kurogiri was able to keep the bar and even give Compress and Twice a job. Even Hawks, that joined later and then couldn’t leave, had his own gig.

Yeah, they were…. broken. But if you left out all their trauma and violent coping mechanism, they were pretty normal. Were they?

Without realising it, Tomura got to their little base. The apartment building, the Detnerat clothing store, Inferno’s tattoo parlour, Killer Queen salon, Stainhaul gun range and shop and Black Mist bar, all connected by a parking lot where Giran practically worked. To an outsider it wouldn't seem so bad. Just a couple of people trying to get by.

They weren’t that bad.

He spent so much time trying to do this nice thing for Dabi that it was starting to mess with him if he didn’t realise he already got home. The last thing he needed was for Dabi to find out. That would…complicate things.

‘Maybe I shouldn’t have reached’

Did he go against Dabi’s back searching for his family who he keep tabs on but never really approached? Maybe. But he had to repay him somehow. He was the last one out of his repaying-and-thanking-for-staying-by-my-side list.

Magne was given a new set of make up. Toga and Mustard received a High school degree. Kurogiri was called ‘dad’ (he had never seen the guy so happy, so it was worth it, even if he smiled and hugged him like a fool for weeks). Spinner was given a new game console. He spent an entire day with Twice doing whatever the guy wanted. He watched Compress’ magic show. And he even admitted to Stain that he found his logic and anarchy ideals intriging.

But Dabi’s had to be special. He knew he had to do something extraordinary for him. He couldn’t just give him something. Not after everything that happened and everything he did for him.

So if Dabi wanted to be a coward and not take a shot with his family that (judging by the reaction he got) wanted him in his life, then fine. He would take the shot for him. He would take the blame for whatever happened. Dabi deserved it.

Not that he would tell him that. Ever.

He went to the back of the shop and climbed up the fire escape to enter his place. The shop was closed and he was too spent to open it and lock it again. Hearing movement in the kitchen, he went there and found the reason for his exhaustion cooking.

“What are we having?” He asked him as he sat in the dinning table.

“Cold Soba” Dabi responded and turned to look at him. “Where’d you go today?”

“Out. I needed to clear my head” Tomura lied.

“Are you okay?” Dabi asked as he came closer and held his neck to check on it.

“Yeah. It wasn’t that bad” He told him, leaning into his touch.

They had a nice and calm dinner in the couch, watching an old anime. Once everything was put away and clean they return to the couch to keep watching. With his head in Dabi’s shoulder and Dabi’s hand around him, Tomura noticed a foul yet familiar smell and started sniffing the other guy clothes. Sighting, he moved out of the embrace and covered himself with a blanket.

“Go take a shower, you reak of smoke” He told him.

Dabi huffed and paused the show. “You aren’t watching it without me” He told him as he stood up and started taking off his clothes in his way to the bathroom.

Tomura took out his phone and checked his channel. His new video was up and his cult was already commenting on it. He refused to say he had fans, so he had a cult. A cult of 5K people that loved his ‘chaotic energy’. But cult either way.

His phone rang with an unknown number.

“What do you want?”

“Hi… It’s me, Todoroki Fuyumi… We would like to meet up with Touya. When is he free?”

“I…We are going to an American Grill next Saturday. You can meet us there.”

“Yes. Of course. Thank you. Thank you so much for this. Could you text us the address and time?”

“Sure. See ya soon”

‘Holy Crap, she actually called’ Tomura thought as he heard the bathroom door open and saw Dabi come out. While only wearing a towel, Dabi laid down next to Tomura again. ‘God, I hope this turns out alright’

#bnha #mha #fanfic #bnha fanfiction #todoroki shouto #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki natsuo #rei todoroki #todoroki touya #todoroki family #dabi is a todoroki #shigaraki tomura #no quirks au #modern au #au

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not-crazy · 3 years ago

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I posted 926 times in 2021

7 posts created (1%)

919 posts reblogged (99%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 131.3 posts.

I added 24 tags in 2021

#wwdits - 4 posts

#nandermo - 4 posts

#what we do in the shadows - 3 posts

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#and that the roterists have had a good shipper instinct

My Top Posts in 2021

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Fuck fuck fuck FUCK

I have lost my favorite fanfic. I took too long to make my ao3 profile, soo i kept it open in my phone, but I must have closed it for mistake, because its NO WHERE. And now I cant even REMEMBER THE NAME

So I come here in despair to ask if some kind soul can help me to find it again

It was the final part of a nandermo series in wich they were fleeing the council, and they do a car travel in United States. In the one i am looking for Nandor and Guillermo were finally happilly together, and they stop in a small country city in some corn harvest festival. They find some homophobic dudes, and Nandor steal a horse, slay them, and then they burn the whole city.

You see, that was my confort fic, if someone could help me with this I would be immensely grateful

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Oh Goddess, I've just read a shit that shredded my sad wednesday night one little joy. It is, the one I got from watching WWDITS. You must have already saw it.

It is a interview, specificaly that fucking little excerpt that i quote:

"You look at his relationship with Nandor," Guillén continued. "Are they close? Does he see him as a brother? You're walking a tightrope and can't lean too much into this or that and let the audience [take] what they're going to take... I love that they're two males that are together and it doesn't have to be sexual and we love that tightrope because, at that moment, it can be nothing or everything at the same time."

FUCK

I mean, we all know what that red flag is, I just wasnt expecting that low blow from WWDITS.

Anyway, I dont think we should be angry at Guillén for reproducing that "male friendship" discourse. Actualy it sounds like a warning, so, for the first time in my life, I am going to take that warning. So shatter your hopes with me before we turn out to hate the series (thats still a really good one).

They dont intend to make Nandermo canon. Ever. Not even if we ask a lot, and nicely. The hints that Nandor and Guillermo might feel something for each other has only comical purposes, its just a joke. Please, dont belive it.

I learnt my damn lesson the last time.

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Sparks Fly

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angsty as hell, fighting, swearing, fluff. Typos galore. (Sorry)

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: You and Dean were constantly fighting and this day was no different from the rest. Or so you thought. You soon realise that diamonds are only created under pressure.

A/N: So, I got a bit addicted to Taylor Swift. Sue me. Inspired by Sparks fly as the title suggests. Enjoy!! Please follow, leave a like and maybe reblog? X

It was raining outside again. The drops were falling sideways down the outside of the Impala’s windows, leaving watery trails in their wake. You watched them from the passenger seat, tracing them with your finger, barely touching the cold glass. You’d done it for hours as a kid on long car journeys, mainly out of boredom. But today was different.

Dean sat in the driver’s seat, only a mere foot away, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, jaw clenched. You were used to Dean getting angry, it was more or less his default setting. Yet you’d never seen his green eyes burn so dark, in all the time you’d known him. They were wild but sharp, piercing, like he could look straight into your soul. It was this that kept you quiet.

It was a stupid fight. You’d been hunting together, just your average salt and burn. But you’d screwed up. You’d wound up kidnapped, tied to a rusty chair in some psycho’s basement. He’d been deliberately keeping ghosts from passing on, and wasn’t keen on you and Dean messing with his plans. He’d barely managed to lay a hand on you before Dean had showed up and killed him. You were shaken but you were okay.

Dean hadn’t taken things so lightly. He was enraged when he arrived but even after the case was solved, the anger didn’t die. “What the fuck happened?” He’d shouted at you over and over. You’d explained and apologised but it didn’t seem to matter. “D'you know how much fucking danger you were in? That guy was a complete psycho…” He went on and on, as if you didn’t get it.

But you did. You understood why he was pissed. Every victim so far was similar to you, young pretty girls with y/h/c. You knew you were in danger, but you were a hunter and you’d been fighting monsters for well over a decade. What was stupid was going out to a bar at night, completely alone and unarmed. You’d just wanted to blow off steam. You needed some space and a different setting than the shitty motel room you were staying in. You hadn’t exactly planned on getting kidnapped.

So now you were sat in the Impala, radio silence, the pouring rain and the hum of the engine the only sounds filling the space between you. It was awkward and uncomfortable and you just wanted it to end, but you didn’t know how to get to him. You didn’t know how to fix this.

Even after knowing Dean nearly all of yoir life, after all of the hunts you’d been on, after all of the late night whiskies and even the fucking apocalyose, you still couldn’t figure him out. Even though you were closer to him than anyone you’d ever known, you were always at odds, like fire and ice, or night and day. You were like two opposing foreces, always fighting for dominance. You’d win one fight, he’d win the next. You couldn’t understand why you just couldn’t get along.

And yet, opposites attract.

Dean was a bad idea. He was reckless and he would never settle down and he should have sent you running. He was like a full on rainstorm, wild, untamed and unstoppable. He was stubborn and ruthless. You knew it would end in tears.

But Dean was also kind and loyal. He cared fiercely and he’d always been there for you, no matter what, and he’d never let you down. He could enchant you with a single glance. And for all you fought, for all of the times you’d wanted to scream and shout at him, for all the times you’d wanted to strangle the man, you always came back to him and he always came back to you.

You were utterly and irrevocably in love with him, whether you wanted to be or not. Most of the time, it was the latter. You hated getting lost in him. You hated the way his green eyed stare made you squirm. You hated the fluttering feeling in your stomach when he’d accidently brush past you. You hated the way he could make you blush furiously with only a few simple words. Amd his smile, that was the worst. It was so perfect it made your knees weak. You hated the way you reacted to him, because you knew it was impossible and stupid.

And then there was the fact that you couldn’t go a day withoit a screaming match. Maybe you were just too oposite.

A lump gathered in your throat as your thoughts ran away with you. You didn’t have a chance. And even if you had, in some miraculous turn of events, that was gone now. You didn’t know how to fix this.

You took a slow shaky breath and drew your eyes from the window. You had to try to talk to him. “Dean?” Your voice cracked.

“Don’t.”

Here we go, you thought. You’d just wanted to talk but you knew this would turn into a battle. “Don’t what?” You were barely audible as your throat tightened.

“Don’t fucking talk to me! Don’t tell me you’re sorry. Don’t make fucking excuses!” He roared and for a moment, you were scared of him. He looked dangerous, his eyes almost black in thr impala’s dim light. But it didn’t last long. Fighting with Dean was your greatest talent and his anger sparked yours.

Pushing your tears aside you let yourself feel the full weight of your rage. “Don’t make excuses for what, Dean?” You retorted. “Getting kidnapped? How the fuck was that my fault? Enlighten me please!”

“I said, Don’t!”

“And I said do.”

The car swirved suddenly and came to an abrupt stop at the side of the road. Your hand had landed on the dash to steady yourself and your wore a look of surprise. Dean still had a death grip on the wheel as he turned his deadly gaze on you.

When he spoke his voice wasn’t loud lile you’d been expecting. It was menacing and measured “You went out, unarmed, to a bar, by yourself-”

“What, so I need a baby sitter now?” You snapped, recovered from the shock. “You can’t be fucking serious.”

“You made yourself a target!” His voice had risen again.

“Oh, yes, of course!” Your voice dripped with venom and sarcasm. “It is completely,” you spat the word out, “my fault that that fucking psycho happened to love young women with y/h/c hair.”

Dean almost couldn’t belive how blind you were being. “Can you be serious for one fucking second?” He spat back at you, his eyes meeting your stubborn glare.

“I am being serious! Do not give me that "you were basically asking for it” bullshit!“ You couldn’t fathom how he was holding you responsible for this. You were not responsible for the actions of some deranged serial killer who happened to take a liking to you. And you were furious with him for it. Your face was hot amd your body was tense. You probably looked psychotic yourself but you didn’t care. You couldn’t contain yoirself anymore. Your filter was gone.

"You fucking knew, Y/N! You made yourself the easiest fucking target in town!”

“So?”

He rolled his eyes, exasperated. “So, you could have gotten yourself killed!”

“Why do you always have to blame me?” You were frantic. “What about the guy that kidnapped me?”

Dean scoffed. You were so fucking dense. “You didn’t have to make his life easier, Y/n!” Jesus, he wanted to kill you. You were too headstrong to even consider what he was saying.

You hated that he had a point. And that made you even angrier, if that was possible. “Why the fuck do you even care, Dean?” There it was. The thought that had been running rampant in your head for the past few hours, was finally out in the open.

The ringing of your voice was followed by silence. It was just the downpour of rain on the car and your heavy breathing filling the empty space. Dean’s gaze was fixed firmly forward, his jaw tight. He refused to acknowledge you.

He couldn’t get the words out. He tried to force them past his lips but they stuck firmly in his throat. He’d wanted to tell you for years about how much he really fucking cared about you, but it always ended like this, with empty silence. And even though he knew you’d given him an ultimatum, he knew how angry you were, he couldn’t tell you. He couldn’t.

Your heart broke. Of course. Of course he didn’t care. You had almost been expecting it, but that didn’t make it any easier to bare. When you spoke, your voice was small and shaky. “That’s what I thought.”

You wrenched the door of the Impala open, climbing out into the storm, and slamming it violently behind you. Your shoes soaked through in seconds, but you barely noticed, too numb with anger and hurt to care about your clothes or your hair. You began walking through the puddles. You weren’t sure where you were going, you only knew you needed to get away. Away from Dean, away from this stupid fucking fight, away from everything. Your tears mingled with the raindrops on your face.

Dean watched you walk away, his eyes never leaving yoir back. His heart was racing and he struggled for breath, waves of anger ebbing away, giving way to regret and pain. Of all of the mistakes he’d ever made, he regretted not telling you how he felt the most. And now he would lose you. But he could try to fix this. Even if you hated him, and could never forgive him, he had to try. You were all he had left to lose.

He swung out of the car not even bothering to close the door behind him. You could hear his footsteps splashing through the rain behind you and his pained voice calling your name. You quickened your pace.

“Y/n! Stop.” He’d caught uo to you, and walked by your side. You tried to ignore him, block every part of him from your mind but this was Dean Winchester, and the asshole wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Y/n!” He shouted, seizing your shoulders and spinning you around to face him. His grip was tight on your arms.

“What the hell do you want, Dean?” You couldn’t stop the strangled sound in your voice as you shouted over the rain.

“You.”

Your heart stopped. The world went silent. You couldn’t hear the rain, or see the road and the car. All you saw was Dean.

He was still angry, but not at you. He was angry at himself that he hadn’t told you this before. He looked you dead in the eye, his hands never leaving you, his gaze boring into you.

“Why do I care? Because you’re my best friend in this whole fucking mess of a world. Because every time you aren’t around, I can’t get you out of my head.” The words that had been trapped for so long had finally come undone and were tumbling from his lips. “Because you drive me fucking insane and sometimes I want to kill you, but hell, I can’t seem to get enough of you. You’re completely stupid and you’re the smartest person I’ve ever met and you know me better than I know myself and you scare the shit out of me.” His hands moved to your face and he took a step towards you. “I love you, and I won’t lose you.”

Your rage melted like ice under his gaze. And you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your lips crashed against his, the salt of your tears mingled with the rain. He relaxed into you and kissed you fiercely, his hands tangling in your hair as yours gripped his shirt, holding on for dear life. It was passionate, and filled with anger and relief, sadness and elation. It was more than you’d ever imagined.

You drew apart, breathless, your foreheads pressed togehter, your lips almost touching. “I love you too.” You breathed against his lips. “And I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t.” He whispered. He dragged you into his chest, his chin resting on your hair, his arms capturing you in a tight, almlost desperate, hold. “You were right. It wasn’t your fault. I was just… I could have lost you. I was scared.”

You looked into his spring green eyes, framed by long lashes, drenched with rain. The sadness in them was haunting. “I’m sorry, Dean.” He went to stop you, but you continued. “I should have been more careful. I wasn’t thinking. I was just amgry and I needed alcohol.” You grinned ryly.

“A woman after my own heart.” He matched your smile.

“Turce?” You teased, extending your hand to him.

He shook it gently before dragging you back into him and placing his lips on yours in another playful kiss. “Truce.” He whispered when he let your lips go, before capturing them again.

The rain was coming down hard. You were a mess and so was Dean, your hair plastered to your forehead, your clothes completely soacked and your shoes probably ruined. But you didn’t care. You had Dean and he was all you’d ever need.

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totally-not-using-a-fake-name · 7 years ago

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Nobody’s Around Prt 1

Prompt: Your highschool is known to be haunted. When doing some homework after hours, you hear a voice telling you the answers.

Dedicated to: @sin-cerely-mi, who indirectly gave me the idea. @jared-kleinmen, @i-used-to-wear-the-fedora and @nyancheetosmusical, y’all might enjoy this too? Maybe?

DISCLAIMER: I don’t mean to villainise any character, but the story is from Connor’s POV, and he doesn’t have an exemplary relationship with his family. I think all of the characters are deveoped and have their own depths, but it doesn’t show the way I want it to, because of the way the story ended up.

Warnings (also in the tags): Smoking, cursing, references to self harm, references to suicide, depressive thoughts, intrusive thoughts

Connor tried not to listen to the rumor mill at his school, most of it was shit talk on him anyway, but you had to be an idiot not to know to stay out of the greenhouse.

The school’s greenhouse was significantly older than Connor, Run down and falling apart. Nothing grew there, it was in a position that got too much sun and not enough shade ever since they tore the old maths block down and any plant in there burned to a crisp. It was a desolate wasteland that everyone had given up on. It was used only for the local stoners to hide their weed stashes and a graffiti target. Or at least, it was before Connor was a freshman.

Now he was a senior, and the whole place was lush with greenery. Flowers of every discription bloomed in various colours, fruits and vegetables grew plump and healthy, and the graffiti was all scrubbed away. The bench in the centre was fixed and an ideal spot for a loner or a couple who wanted privacy.

Despite this, no one went in the greenhouse. Ever. Because no one took care of the plants.

It spooked the students, it disturbed the teachers, it plain old weirded out the caretakers. Who had cleared the dead plants? Cleaned the griffiti? Who watered the plants or cleaned the pond or picked the vegetables and fruit that ended up in a neat basket outside the local curch after harvesting season? None of them did it.

So the rumor mill did it’s thing, and stories of a boy with an arm that was twisted and broken began circulating. At first it was the presendent of the enviromentalist club, who was obligated to inspect the greenhouse every month. She had said that she had seen the boy crouching over a pot of tomatoes, but when she had blinked, he had vanished.

The next sighting came from a staff member, and added some creditibility to the story. Miss Alton was one of thoe people who belived in the afterlife. She said that she had felt an aura coming from the boy, like a startled deer. Gentle, but scared. Some wrote her off as spouting nonsense. Others didn’t.

It had started maybe seven years ago, and to his knowledge, the only people to step foot in the greenhouse were people who did it on dares or people who wanted to bust the myth.

Connor thought it was bullshit, but it kept people out.

He had been coming here since junior year, whe he had stopped caring what people thought. The bench was a good spot to get high and no one ever came in. He had never seen the supposed ‘ghost’.

Sprawling out, he took out his biology homework. He didn’t put much stock in grades, but his parents were going to take his car if he bombed this test, and that wasn’t worth it. Glaring at the word problems as if it would make them solve themselves, he started writing.

Shit, he knew none of this. He was going to...

Um... Pho- photosynthisis and respiration actually have an almost codependendant relationship? It- Well- They’re really closely connected, so your last sentence doesn’t really make sense...

Connor jumped at the voice in his ear.

“What the-”

He looked around, but there was nothing there. No one who could have spoken. He wondered if someone was screwing with him.

“Who’s there? Coming to laugh at the freak? Call me stupid? I’ll fucking kill you!”

He snarled, but nothing happned. Nobody appeared from the leaves to laugh ot point a camera. Eventually he sat back down, now even more ajitated than before. He was so fucking done with this. He looked down at his last sentence and blinked. The voice had been... right?

He rubbed out the error and looked around. No way someone was close enough for them to see what he was writing, even if they were hiding. Something was seriously off. Looking arond again, he double checked that no one was there.

There was no way.

The voice didn’t pipe up again, and he continiued with his homework. About halfway through, he threw it down. He couldn’t concentrate. Pulling out a baggie of weed, he rolled a joined anf lounged back. Screw homework, he’d do it later. Who cares if his parents are mad? It was hardly anything new.

The joint burned down, he smoked until the cherry burned his fingers. He hissed and flucked the butt into a nearby plant pot.

That’s bad for the saplings!

The same voice spoke up again, sounding dismayed. There was a slight shifting, and the cigarette but flew out of the pot and on Connor’s shoes.

“What the fuck?”

Connor asked the empty air. His dealer was usually so good, was this weed bad?

He picked up the blunt and examined it. It had been extinguished. The small saplings swayed in a breeze that he didn’t remember being there. Connor pushed his head into his hands and tugged at his hair. Maybe this was it. He’d officially lost it.

A- Are you alright? I- Well I didn’t mean- But it’s just- I didn’t mean to yell at you!”

Connor giggled to himself. Yup. He was crazy. They were right. Everyone was right. He was nuts. It would be better for everyone if he just-

Plip.

He heard something.

Plip.

It sounded like someone throwing pebbles into water.

Plip.

He groaned. May as well embrace it. Maybe a white rabbit will come and give him whatever shit Alice took. That sounded good. Following the sound, he found someone sitting by the pond, throwing small stones into the pond. It was a sandy haired boy in a blue polo. He growled. So this was the guy fucking with him.

“You think it’s funny to laugh at the freak, huh?”

He stalked towards the boy, standing overf him threateningly.

“Well I’m not laughing.”

The boy looked up at him. Connor glared down on him in return, like an angry dog standing over a kitten.

“I- I wasn’t laugh- I mean- You had the answer- then the plants- I’m sorry-”

The boy seemed to have trouble getting a coherant sentence out. Connor groaned. Not only was he being fucked with, but he was being fucked with by a coward. Great. Even the fearful want to have a laugh at him. He dipped his head into his hands again. He seemed to be doing that a lot today.

“Just... fuck off.”

He looked up and the boy was gone.

#tw suicidal thoughts #tw substance abuse #tw suidice #tw cursing #tw smoking #tw intrusive thoughts #tw self loathing #deh #dear evan hansen #evan hansen #connor murphy

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orthographewrites · 7 years ago

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who in your (br)otp (? idfk): robin and marius >.>

WHO IN YOUR (BR)OTP:

drives when they go on road trips? do they switch at the halfway point? does one drive there and the other drive back?

As far as I’m aware neither of them have a driver’s license so I think they’d stick to the good old train and bus.

looks over the menu for fifteen minutes before ordering the same thing they order EVERYWHERE they go? does the other half of your ship get annoyed by this, or do they find it endearing?

Marius, because Robin would keep dragging him to all these odd places with dishes he has never heard about and???

is afraid of rollercoasters? does the other half of your ship try and convince them to face the fear, or do they take a softer approach and not push them at all?

Marius would be the one scared and well… :)

shows up at home with a dog unannounced despite the fact they’ve already got three/four/however many pets?

Robin can’t have pet due to his career but he would totes be the one to show up with one. (like do u have problems with ADOPTING marius hmmm)

demands that they do date night? does the other person complain or do they go with it just to see the excited look on their partners face?

Robin is the one to constantly suggest dates, he thinks they’re cozy. Marius doesn’t agree but go along to make him happy.

is the clumsy one whose always tripping up flights of stairs or over their own feet? does it stress the other half of your ship out or do they find it hilarious?

Robin is the clumsy one, Marius will never stop having heart attacks. (me: realises all my garrett characters are prone to be clumsy….. what)

picks the music when they’re in the car? does the other complain about their taste in music?

-pokes at 1-

insists on paying for everything when they’re out? do they fight about it?

Robin would, he has more money. Marius mopes.

is the one to quietly suggest they get high together for the first time? how does the other half of your ship react?

Quitely??? Robin would show up at Marius door with a blunt and ask if he wants to join in. Marius, although not the most innocent, would need some time to dwell.

is secretly terrified of horror movies and yet watches them all the time bc its something the other half of your ship loves?

I feel like Robin would be the one to be scared?? He’s so gullible and he’d get easily sucked in with the characters.

talks in their sleep? does their partner record it and call them out, or not tell them and keep it as a secret so they can keep enjoying it?

Marius would talk in his sleep, Robin would keep it as a secret until he’d one day blurt it out by accident.

brings up the conversation of marriage + babies? how does the conversation go?

Robin is far more on the line of that, hopeless romantic and all. It would be hard since then they’d have to find a way to balance it and…? Gosh.

has to pull the other back by their back of their sweater when they try and do something stupid in public?

….Marius

is more likely to pick the other up from the airport with an obnoxiously large cardboard sign? what does the sign say?

Robin!! It’d say “CUTIE ALERT!” :’)

tries to cook a meal and accidentally almost burns the house down?

rOOOOOOOOBIN!!!

deliberately makes a squeaky chair squeak until the other person flips out?

Robin :c he annoys Marius a lot how are they even together in any way or sense.

falls asleep no matter what position they’re in + needs to be carried to bed?

Marius, bc Robin is strong :’)

is the little spoon when they cuddle?

Marius!!

hates thunderstorms and needs to be comforted for the duration?

Neither.

brings the other breakfast in bed? is it a proper cooked breakfast - or just an old muffin?

Robin would try when he sleeps over but lmaoooo

convinces the other to go on a hike? do they love it, or are they absolutely miserable?

Robin!! Marius loves it I swear!

can never admit they’re wrong?

Robin >_> Marius… listen….

lets the dog sleep on the bed when the other isn’t paying attention?

Robin, if they’d have one.

uses emojis in replace of words? does it drive the other person insane?

Robin! Marius quits life.

who decorates their house? does the other come home and blink at all the pastel pink and force a smile despite how much they hate it?

ölkijuhyuiolj Robin again but he has no idea of how to do anything so Marius just turns around and leaves before he has to endure any more of this bs.

is more likely to get into a fight to defend the other?

Both would, but in different ways c:

is constantly spewing random facts about absolutely anything and everything? does it annoy the other person or do they find it all interesting?

Robin, he has seen more. Marius is always willing to hear him out, often a little jealous of all the things he gets to see and experience.

is the lovey dovey drunk?

Both B)

laughs at their own jokes? does the other laugh at the joke… or at their partner?

Robin omfggg Marius just stares into the camera like he’s on the office.

is competitive about EVERYTHING?

-inhales- Robin

apologises first when they have a fight?

Depends on why it started.

makes the other a flower crown? does the other wear it without complaint or beg not to be embarrassed?

Robin c’: Why would Marius ever deny!!

is more likely to put their fist through a wall when they’re angry?

Neither!

sends the other memes despite the fact they’re laying in bed next to each other?

Robin :c Marius gets up and leave

wears the others clothes the most?

Marius, esp if Robin is out travelling again and he forgets a shirt at Marius place

pranks the other on a near constant basis? how does the other react?

Neither is really a prankster

comes up with obnoxiously sappy pet names for the other just to watch them roll their eyes?

Robin ;)

forgets their anniversary?

Robin :c

is impulsive and makes big choices for them without stopping to think through what it all means?

I wonder!!!!!

writes cute messages for the other on the bathroom mirror when they have a shower?

Marius but then he proceed to feel sappy afterwards

has to do the dishes because the other gags any time they stick thier hands in the water?

Neither would gag but if anything Robin would have an easier time dealing with grosser stuff

jumps into the pool without testing the temperature, and who dips their toes in first?

1st Robin, 2nd Marius

tries to kill bugs in the house… and which one stops them and gets the bug out of the house alive and well?

1st Marius, 2nd Robin

can speak a second/third/forth language and uses it to annoy the other when they’re fighting?

Robin B)

says i love you first? does the other immediately say it back?

Robin says it all the time, even as just friends lmaooo. Marius joins in depending on his mood

wins when they arm wrestle?

Robin

gets caught singing some old, corny one direction song to themselves?

Marius, Robin doesn’t follow pop culture so he wouldn’t really care

is forever forcing the other to take selfies with them? does the other person complain every time?

Robin!! All the pics :’) Marius sometimes hides his face but ya know

shows up at the others house with chinese food + a six pack of beer when they’re having a bad day?

Robin, Marius has worse moods than he does

sends the cheesy good morning/night texts?

They take turns

suggests they send out a christmas card together? does the other go for it, or question when they turned into old people?

Robin! Marius is def to question

is a morning person and who pulls the covers up over their head and begs for five more minutes?

Robin is morning and Marius curses everyone who dare wake him up

is constantly insisting they won’t need a jacket before they go out… and then has to steal the others when they get cold?

Robin, he’s used to warmer weathers

is a smoker and has to deal with the other forever showing them gross photos to try and convince them to quit?

Marius e_e Party smoker but still!!

decides they need to go on a health binge and throws out all the sugary food in the house? how does the other react?

Robin, he wants to stay fit! Marius throws him out for a jog and tell him to come back when he’s ready to accept the sugar back into his life

holds all the important documents when they’re travelling? why?

Marius. Although Robin travels and only has like two bags of stuff he has managed to mess up his tickets more than once

hates flying? how does the other help them relax before/during/after a flight?

Neither

is more likely to suggest a lil fool around in the bathrooms at a club? how does the other react?

Robin omgg. Marius would agree to it after a few drinks

plans a night of boardgames for date night, and who plans a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant?

Robin would do both. Marius dies inside

cries watching the news?

Robin :c he cant believe hes sitting there not doing anything

teases the other one for having a crush on them… despite the fact they’ve been dating for a year?

ROBIN!!!!

belives in aliens?

I dunno if any of them do??

is constantly leaving the lights on in every room in the house?

Marius, Robin turns them off after him

rocks the seat on the ferris wheel?

Robin, once he gets restless

is a terrible liar?

Marius

is always reading the other their star sign despite the fact they don’t believe in any of it?

Robin, bc it says Marius is gonna find his one true love today and they need to go hunt!!

who panics when mecury goes into retrograde?

Marius!

insists they watch documentaries to broaden their knowledge?

Robin

is constantly renovating part of their house but not finishing one thing before moving on to the next?

Robin, in between not having anything to do yikes

uses all the hot water?

Marius, Robin hates taking long showers and even then he’s fine showering in cold water

is the shower person? whose the bath person?

Both are shower

is most likely to be unfaithful?

Neiittherrererrrr

bonus questions:

what is your otps song?

Robin Stjernberg – You

do their families approve of the relationship? why/why not?

At least Marius’ uncle and aunt does and Robin’s dads c’: They are just happy they have someone that makes them happy ya know

whose friends do they hang out with more?

Marius, Robin doesn’t have that many friends haha.

what do they do on their first date? did they have a first date, or did they just sort of… start dating?

They sort of just started dating, seeing as their friendship already goes so far back. Robin eventually suggested they have a date and it was a casual dinner with some music and cute lightning.

what is their favorite way to spend the holidays? do they go to one of their families houses? or do they create their own tradition by staying in bed listening to christmas music and getting drunk?

The Stenmarks prefer to have the family gathered so I feel like they’d take turns going to Sweden and staying in Germany.

what do they name their dog? do the give it a super boring name like allen - or do they name it something like bubblegum princess?

Robin would name his dog Indy!

how do they handle emergencies? does one of them crack under the pressure - or do they bicker because they both need to be in control?

Robin is in control, he knows how to handle most things but Marius would panic.

how did they meet? were they immediately drawn to each other?

Pen pal project!! Started writing to one another when they were fourteen and things just went from there. Met the first time around when they were closing in on 30 yikes! Marius hated Robin at first but eased up over time and yeah, like them dating is a timeline on its own bc they’re cute either way c:

what do they fight about the most? how do they resolve their fights?

Robin’s stupidity and reckless behaviors. Sometimes it becomes too much for Marius and he won’t back down until Robin apologises.

#i did it!!! sophia i did it!!!#-dies-#brotp: dumb and dumber #ship: perhaps what you crave has been with you all along

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childrenofslumber · 7 years ago

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auroracles for the ship meme??

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WHO IN YOUR OTP;

drives when they go on road trips? do they switch at the halfway point? does one drive there and the other drive back? he drives. the entire time. if he’s tired, they’re stopping for the night.

looks over the menu for fifteen minutes before ordering the same thing they order EVERYWHERE they go? does the other half of your ship get annoyed by this, or do they find it endearing? aurora looks over the menu and he finds it endearing. most of the time xD

is more likely to get arrested? hercules. he probably has been but never booked.

is afraid of rollercoasters? does the other half of your ship try and convince them to face the fear, or do they take a softer approach and not push them at all? she’s afraid, he doesn’t push her.

shows up at home with a dog unannounced despite the fact they’ve already got three/four/however many pets? aurora. he doesn’t find that so endearing lol he doesn’t want to get evicted from their apartment.

demands that they do date night? does the other person complain or do they go with it just to see the excited look on their partners face? they both do and they love it.

is the clumsy one whose always tripping up flights of stairs or over their own feet? does it stress the other half of your ship out or do they find it hilarious? they both have clumsy moments and she stresses out, he tries not laugh while also being worried.

picks the music when they’re in the car? does the other complain about their taste in music? she picks the music. he’s mainly focused on driving to care lol he doesn’t hate her taste in music, it’s just not his?

insists on paying for everything when they’re out? do they fight about it? i feel like they take turns. but he beats her to the check most of the time?

is the one to quietly suggest they get high together for the first time? how does the other half of your ship react? neither.

is secretly terrified of horror movies and yet watches them all the time bc its something the other half of your ship loves? she does. and he knows she’s scared, that’s why he holds her closer and appreciates that she still watches them.

talks in their sleep? does their partner record it and call them out, or not tell them and keep it as a secret so they can keep enjoying it? he talks in his sleep. she recorded it but only to listen to it later bc it was cute. he doesn’t say coherent things, it’s more mumbling.

brings up the conversation of marriage + babies? how does the conversation go? she brought it up the first time. he was really uncomfortable considering his family’s marriage record. but they’re married now so the next few times didn’t go so bad. they haven’t talked about babies yet. they’re pretty young and his career is just taking off so he’s getting busy. plus herc is kinda weird about having kids too (he’s from a 12 siblings that all have strained af relationships with their parents + each other)

has to pull the other back by their back of their sweater when they try and do something stupid in public? hercules. he just picks her up.

is more likely to pick the other up from the airport with an obnoxiously large cardboard sign? what does the sign say? she picks him up and it says something in french that’s super cheesy and cute.

tries to cook a meal and accidentally almost burns the house down? aurora delacroix

deliberately makes a squeaky chair squeak until the other person flips out? aurora cause she wants attention.

falls asleep no matter what position they’re in + needs to be carried to bed? he can fall asleep anywhere but she just puts a blanket on him. he carries her to bed cause she wore herself out.

is the little spoon when they cuddle? her always.

hates thunderstorms and needs to be comforted for the duration? he comforts her.

brings the other breakfast in bed? is it a proper cooked breakfast - or just an old muffin? he brings her breakfast in bed and it’s properly cooked but simple for special occasions. he has brought her a cupcake in bed before.

convinces the other to go on a hike? do they love it, or are they absolutely miserable? he convinced her. she hated it. he had to carry her.

can never admit they’re wrong? neither.

lets the dog sleep on the bed when the other isn’t paying attention? aurora. he doesn’t care as long as sprinkles is on her side. he loves their fur baby but needs his sleep space.

uses emojis in replace of words? does it drive the other person insane? aurora and yes, he goes insane trying to figure out what she meant.

who decorates their house? does the other come home and blink at all the pastel pink and force a smile despite how much they hate it? he decorated his apartment then she moved in. he let her make changes and they both agree on them.

is more likely to get into a fight to defend the other? hercules and he definitely has.

is constantly spewing random facts about absolutely anything and everything? does it annoy the other person or do they find it all interesting? both? they think it’s cute.

is the lovey dovey drunk? both omg.

laughs at their own jokes? does the other laugh at the joke… or at their partner? they both laugh at their own jokes and the other laughs at both.

is competitive about EVERYTHING? hercules....

apologises first when they have a fight? both.

makes the other a flower crown? does the other wear it without complaint or beg not to be embarrassed? she made him one, he wore it without complaint.

is more likely to put their fist through a wall when they’re angry? hercules and he’s done this. not since she moved in though.

sends the other memes despite the fact they’re laying in bed next to each other? they send memes back and forth. #marriedlosers

wears the others clothes the most? she’s always stealing his clothes.

pranks the other on a near constant basis? how does the other react? not a constant basic but he’s been known to scare her. and then shower her with kisses after??

comes up with obnoxiously sappy pet names for the other just to watch them roll their eyes? she does.

forgets their anniversary? nEITHER

is impulsive and makes big choices for them without stopping to think through what it all means? aurora aurora aurora.

writes cute messages for the other on the bathroom mirror when they have a shower? she does and it’s cute af.

has to do the dishes because the other gags any time they stick thier hands in the water? he does.

jumps into the pool without testing the temperature, and who dips their toes in first? he jumps in (usually tackling her with him) and she dips her toe in.

tries to kill bugs in the house… and which one stops them and gets the bug out of the house alive and well? he tries to kill the bugs, she stops him.

can speak a second/third/forth language and uses it to annoy the other when they’re fighting? they’re both guilty of this? she speaks french and he speaks greek.

says i love you first? does the other immediately say it back?

wins when they arm wrestle? hercules lets her win.

gets caught singing some old, corny one direction song to themselves? rora.

is forever forcing the other to take selfies with them? does the other person complain every time? they both take selfies.

shows up at the others house with chinese food + a six pack of beer when they’re having a bad day? she probably did this before they moved in together.

sends the cheesy good morning/night texts? both.

can never admit that they were wrong? they both can admit they’re wrong, stubborn as they both are.

suggests they send out a christmas card together? does the other go for it, or question when they turned into old people? she suggests the christmas card. he goes for it but also wonders when they turned into old suburban people.

is a morning person and who pulls the covers up over their head and begs for five more minutes? depends on the day tbh.

is constantly insisting they won’t need a jacket before they go out… and then has to steal the others when they get cold? aurora. always aurora.

is a smoker and has to deal with the other forever showing them gross photos to try and convince them to quit? neither of them smoke. but herc used to do this to his brother, ares

decides they need to go on a health binge and throws out all the sugary food in the house? how does the other react? he already eats healthy enough for his job and she’s addicted to sugary stuff so this would never happen.

holds all the important documents when they’re travelling? why? she does cause herc is carrying their luggage

hates flying? how does the other help them relax before/during/after a flight? neither of them mind flying, they travel A LOT. she’s on her phone or reading on flights, he’s asleep or listening to music.

is more likely to suggest a lil fool around in the bathrooms at a club? how does the other react? hercules. she says no. then changes her mind.

plans a night of boardgames for date night, and who plans a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant? both. they both do both.

cries watching the news? rora.

teases the other one for having a crush on them… despite the fact they’ve been dating for a year? herc.

belives in aliens? totally hercules.

is constantly leaving the lights on in every room in the house? aurora.

rocks the seat on the ferris wheel? neither omg.

is a terrible liar? *neon arrow pointing at rora*

is always reading the other their star sign despite the fact they don’t believe in any of it? aurora. he just stares blankly.

who panics when mecury goes into retrograde? also rora.

insists they watch documentaries to broaden their knowledge? hercules and he watches weird af documentaries like on egypt. when a boxer would need this knowledge? he doesn’t know.

is constantly renovating part of their house but not finishing one thing before moving on to the next? they don’t renovate lol they rent their home

uses all the hot water? hercules.

is the shower person? whose the bath person? he’s a shower person, she’s a bath person.

is most likely to be unfaithful? ew no.

bonus questions:

what is your otps song? my mind immediately went to “let him go” a cover of the passenger song.

do their families approve of the relationship? why/why not? hahahaha eh. herc doesn’t really talk to his family so their approval doesn’t matter either way. most of his siblings approve, the rest don’t care enough. her parents don’t like herc, idk why. probably the boxer thing? or his family name?

whose friends do they hang out with more? his? hers? i think it’s even.

what do they do on their first date? did they have a first date, or did they just sort of… start dating? he cooked her dinner and served it on the roof of his apartment building cause there was totally a meteor shower.

what is their favorite way to spend the holidays? do they go to one of their families houses? or do they create their own tradition by staying in bed listening to christmas music and getting drunk? staying in bed listening to christmas music, watching movies with their dog and eating.

what do they name their dog? do the give it a super boring name like allen - or do they name it something like bubblegum princess? their dog’s name is Sprinkles. Herc tried to name it Jimmies cause he’s from NY and that’s what they call Sprinkles and he didn’t want to out right name the dog Sprinkles BUT RORA WAS LIKE WTF IS THAT? and when he explained, she wouldn’t let go of sprinkles.

how do they handle emergencies? does one of them crack under the pressure - or do they bicker because they both need to be in control? he’s the level headed one in emergencies. she cracks.

how did they meet? were they immediately drawn to each other? they met in the forest in one verse, i guess they were immediately drawn to each other lol. in their modern/main verse, they met on the street and he was immediately like “whoaaa”

what do they fight about the most? how do they resolve their fights? they fight about their families and his job. he’s a boxer so he gets hurt and it stresses her out. they talk things out, nobody goes to bed angry and nobody leaves. it’s resolved with love and patience and understanding

#bornofthedawn #( *singing about coffee* ‣ ooc answers. )

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mamonthemoon · 6 years ago

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So about the 5 of CUPS. I am getting in touch with writing and music and art and so happy to have access to a computer to do these things. I could not flow like this, as I wanted, at my pace, on my phone. It is SO great to have a computer again. I am blessed, I am thankful. I am so happy, today I logged into Soundcloud to find Jan and Taylor collab and made music and it just touched my heart and made me so happy. Also talkin and chillin beside dont know her name but shes a Leo, I could tell she was more on point and driven and aware the first time i saw her come into the cafeteria one night. Not like the others. A good thing. She is having some struggles with people evidently, being different, and them talking about her business, ay dont worry about it their petty basic losers. Bitches. I also got a nice comment 6 months ago on a track I did, “perfection” - how nice. I wish I had been able to make music and tracks through these past few years... I felt trapped, unable to express and create.. So I just sat in my car and sang... Ive been without a computer for the past 5 years WOW! I set out to evolve- to break my internet addiction, I wanted to be in real life, and not in my own little bubble, I wanted to be aware and grounded and discipline myself. Well, I sure do appreciate this computer access now, and the internet, and everyone’s creativity and the era we’re in is so beautiful in that way, considering how awful the fucking world is! Like all these churches are you for real? and all these heathens that lie cheat steal? Crazy! War... Hate.. Rape.... Oppression.. Slavery.. Injustice... Women under men............ all this.... I was shielded from for most my life, ignorant and dumb and aloof. Its better that way!!! I sought to understand though... big mistake!!!! Understand I have..... Damn. Shoulda asked and prayed for good things! Not something like understanding! Wow dont do that unless you want to go through heaven and hell and everything in between, chaos, mundane, and the unseen. So much... Off on a tangent again.... Point is... I am EMBRACING the 5 of cups. I literally stand like that.... I stood like that figure today, on the hill across the empty basin up the hill where I walk to be with nature, the little bit that is there, amongst the trash and brush. I asked Jesus to heal my heart if he exists, and told him he knows I have lived like him, at least more than pretty much most people, and that hey maybe I havent, and I dont know, obviously Im doing something wrong. I cried, because my heart needed me to, my body needed me to. And it felt good to, with the wind, or fresh air, far away from the building and people. I cried and spoke to Ayla. I feel I will be with her in one year. I am saddened by our seperation and how long it is taking, and I want her to know she is SO loved. In fact, it is the only reason I live. I typed love.... and perhaps that is the correct sentence here. Ayla is the only reason I love. It is true. I never loved before her. I never loved until I became a mother. And I loved everyone with that love, too. Mostly her of course, an overwhelming neverending supply of love, JUST LIKE THE SUN. Ayla is Jesus. And so am I, as a result of loving her and giving my all to her like I have. PURE LOVE. I prayed for it and I got it. It was so painful, before and after, her. But she is Joy. She is grace. She is everything. She is my teacher. She is SO beautiful. And I cant stand to see her cry without crying. That image is burned in my brain. I was happy at the moment, starting my new life with psycho, briefly, he was treating me well. I was putting in work to make that nasty house a home. I was loving again, and being reciprocated in that love and affection. BUT NOTHING COMPARES TO YOU. AYLA RAY. I mourn for that I have been unable to accomplish housing you and me. I have been unable to attain a living situation. And it is SO frustrating. I believe things can get better. I believe in me. I believe in my strength and perseverence, and I trust my intuition. I have been working very hard to be strong. I have worked very hard to be sober. Worked to be creative. Worked to be spiritually sound. Worked to have greater understanding. And I have been getting feedback from the people who work here and run this place, as well as doctor and social worker type person at the Internal Medicine Clinic today, positive feedback and thanks for sharing my experience, and told that I am wise and have a greater understanding, etc. It didnt even feel good to receive the praise, I was too busy extracting what I had to say, and it is exhausting and frustrating because the pain stays inside me, and all I have to do is wait. and wait. and wait. but its okay. I am happy. I have a place to be, I have some people to talk to, and we talk and then all wander away, its perfect. I have had hard times and been very frustrated but through it all I am grateful and see the silver lining for sure. I am not dwelling on the past, on the wrongs I was wronged recently. Im used to it!!!!!! I accept it. My car was on its way out, and Ive never been in a good living situation anyway. The way Ive lived, being in this homeless shelter really isnt that hard. Except that my body doesnt appreciate the shit food and eating meat, and I have to be careful about my sugar intake. I feel awful after I eat. I will be so relieved and at ease when I can smoke mari again. I hate eating. Yet, Im always hungry now it seems. My weight is 115. Im on track, perfect weight. Just my body doesnt feel good due to my nervous system. And these people dont want to prescribe me Ativan. Im pretty sure the song Jan and Taylor did, the lyrics talked about the generic name for it.. loradiazepine, or something. Ill have to check. The song was titled “Giving up on a Friend”. It was beautifully prosed and poised. Truly impressive. So happy inside. I have really been sad for all my creative lovely friends that died...... drugs, lack of love... parents being not what they needed to be...... crazy, we came from a good area... but.. moreso than in the hood.. i feel like everyone be so isolated. anyway. it made me happy, to stand with those 2 cups left standing.... so many died and spilled... those cups.... what a beautiful world, to hold my Tiffany, Kyle, Des.... they were beautiful sensitive souls and im so sorry this world was so cold! im so sorry i couldnt express and shower them with the love they deserved.. i dont regret or blame myself anymore, because i didnt have the capacity to love... until i had Ayla. So forgiveness is there. I needed THEIR love. Their creativity and spirit lit me up when i was dark and grey. No one knew how much each other struggled... its so sad. But I remember how happy I felt being at the community house as i called it.... the boys and their shenanigans....... I also watched young No doubt and Gwen Stefani.. how beautiful... I cant believe I never watched the music videos when I was younger I loved her! She inspired me so much... so different... I guess she was to me, what Billie Eilish is to Imani. I want to write a letter to Imani. I love and miss her. She is truly ahead of her time. I cant wait til I can get some money and send her a letter. Im gonna have to go on googlemaps and find their house so I can know the address cuz I dont remember or rather, never logged into my brain, the house numbers. I would totally adopt Imani. It makes me sad the things I cant do because of money. What I can do, is be there for them in other ways. In the spirit ways, creative, being aware paying attention to them, telling them how beautiful and wonderful they are. It made me sad how depressed and angry I was, Imani got to hear me straight up raw bitching... but I belive it truly helped her transition with her dad, and know that shes not alone, and that I see what he does and hate it, and that I have problems with my dad too. And that her dad is a bastard who doesnt support her dreams and creativity as much as he should, because he had to repress it in himself. And that you have to hold onto your creativity, no ones going to help you, basically. I have to reiterate that. She is truly passionate and creative and wise and mature way beyond her years. I know she gets love from all around, family and friends, Im really hoping my absence hasnt left a dent in her life or heart, truly, sometimes.... sometimes you know, I wish someone will miss me or realize the hole thats left by my absence.. but I dont wish that on her. I want her to be happy and good. For real. But as for my daughter.... I cant say I am okay with her being happy without me. I have struggled with the selfishness of that. I WANT her to be taken care of and happy.... I even thanked the women who replaced me, for being in her life, glad she had females but come to find out Oriana bitch.. fucking slapped her... and THATS why fucker wouldnt let me talk to her and dicked me around whil eim busting my ass trying to work my shit pay cooking jobs but hold Ayla top priority and just be left in the dust with NO control, me.. not respected. But now I have evidence in my phone from conversations with worm saying these things, if it will even matter........ its a shame this last bastard isnt going to be helping me with the law and with my daughter and case... I mean I cant really accept him into my life being that he acted how he did and talked to me and berated me after praising me like he did, like a straight up classic psycho, but ive never met a man so bipolar SHIT....... ANYWAY, maybe I can date a lawyer though..or hangout at the law library.. but i dont want to run into him. IDK what will become of this, IDK what my path is, But I am focusing on the Two upright cups, The cups still standing. The strong survive... I used to think everyone would make it til old age, except the rare car accident etc... I had NO IDEA so many people would die... so young.. every year...aiy. So I see it as survival of the fittest but its no joke. I am still struggling. Where my friends reached for drugs, partying, relief, escape... I sought to really make it for real and not get sucked into that life that I saw would drag people down. Why did I see this and they did not? Is it because I was more of a loner, less able to socialize or fit in or pretend? I dont know... I know that.... I didnt connect very well to people and was pretty much isolated more than others.... also.. sexually void.... so i did not have those intense feelings of attachment or love like others had... it would have been too much for me to handle probably but still, my life was empty and cold and dark and grey. Still is, a lot, except when I bring my conscious energy and intent alive... but subconsciously... all is not good... My moon is in the 4th house, and until my home environment is good, until i feel secured and loved and family...... I will not be well emotionally. I know this. Astrology and the occult has truly armed me with knowledge. Self knowledge, and a tool and friend if you will... guide.. mentor.. something to interact with... something to listen! to be there for me to see, what is going on....Astrology for the core personality and blueprint of what makes a person tick.. what drives them.. how they function... of course a conscious person is harder to decipher, someone who has worked on themselves, to balance out their traits i guess but anyway, people shine as they are! whether exhibiting negative qualities and not shining at all but being muddy and negative, or by being bright and vibrant and strong.. either way, it is seen. Its not evil lol. stupid man. how can you be against something you know nothing about? that is ignorance. how can you stand for something or against something if you dont even know what IT IS? Lost respect. That should be a name of a song I will write, or rather, the title of what I have already wrote. I gota speak it into a beat. Cant stay in this notebook i will inevitably throw away. It must make it off the page and into something shareable. I write too much to keep throwing it away. It all seems too basic for how deep i go, i feel i dont do myself justice i guess. but simple is good.. i am not so hard on other artists! i need to create and let go and not worry about it and just keep at it. Just like selfies take like 20 shots to get a good one.. haha. done with those. the fact remains. so, 20 tracks to create then, and bam ill have a good one worth sharing. it is cringing, to listen to some of my stuff for real, from a few years ago, but also deeply giddy satisfying like a gift from my past self, an adult, channeling my inner child, i am ridiculous, while everyone else is trying to be so serious and hard and rap. it was nice to hear real music from my friends of the past. love in my heart. 2 cups remain standing. 3 are down, indeed, much has been lost and spilled. I was contemplating today how sad it is people are appreciated after they pass. and i thought of how Kathy joshs mom said Nanny said something similar. and i think how i had a card i never sent her, with cactus on it, when i was in napa, but shit got serious and i never could send it, and then i just ended up keeping it, and i think i gave it away to salvation army in a little cheap gold frame idk? like the conflict to let go or follow through, and when somethings old and passed.. and when that energy isnt the same.... it traps me up. but honestly i dont have love for her or for any of his family anymore. i did talk of kathy today to this lady whos next to me’s son earlier when he came in and was friendly, came in again when his moms here and hes so pissy and confrontational like trying to diss me for what? you JUST came in here being nice and whatever and then like hell bent on being an asshole for why? what the hell did i do to you? whatsup with these bipolar men? you aint even a man 21 yrs old so pissy wtf... i sure hope i have better dealings with my daughter when shes a teenager. this kid is retarded anyway, making fun of a handicapped man in front of a woman he talks to.. he was happy to start talkin to me.. and this kid had to just ruin it and diss him for no reason, i wish i would have spoke up about how disrespectful that was and how he made HIMSELF look bad and lost respect for HIMSELF. but i was on vistaril, and the thoughts were there but not the execution. thats why i dont like drugs. plus i couldnt sleep and it made me stuffy in my throat and neck and lymph system aiy im not having it leave my body alone with this shit! youre not pushing this shit on me i will be heard! its a struggle!!!

but ay this kid made my body uncomfortable, stress response with his petty bullshit like damn wtf? gtfo. teenagers for real need to go on a rite of passage, like in the old days. it is NOT RIGHT to have them around!! i truly TRULY believe that! its not healthy for anyone involved!! let them go... let them spread their wings and fly.. let them run into a tree.. let them feel that pain against the night sky, alone, and figure out what to do all by their damn selves! they want to. theyd prefer it. no teenager wants to be trapped. why do we work against nature? can we do something about this? what can we do? what social structure can we put in place to make these wrongs right? I mean, the army is the only way for a young boy or girl to go off on their own? or college- but how appealing is that for a lot of kids, after 15 years of the school system FOR REAL WTF!

I stand for a better world, thats what I stand for. I have incredible morals and ideals, as my venus in sagittarius would suggest. in the 3rd house.. communication, short distance travel, siblings... thats what that house rules, i cant remember what else. I feel that brotherhood sisterhood of humanity... HUMAN KIND... BE A KIND HUMAN.. like that shirt i saw someone post on tumblr yesterday! SO CUTE! I need that shirt! Id buy it if i had money! HUMANKIND. perfect. yes i am a humanitarian and i love specifically, FIRE it is FIRE with which I LOVE !! SPECIFICALLY higher ideals, higher learning.... long distance travel/exploration/being carefree and adventurous... DIVA, its said, also. yes. I do seek to bring humanity what I have learned. What I have worked so hard to acquire.. understanding.. better ways.. “alternative” methods... theres so many people suffering, people who want help but the help that is offered is no good.... i want to be a person that helps. i always have. but i have assessed. i have reflected over and over, the past, what i have done wrong or why things have gone wrong or bad. Its really simple when you realize. You cant help someone who doesnt want help. This is something we hear a lot. So I realized, that Ive wasted to effort or time when, there ARE people out there who would appreciate and benefit from me... i COULD be of value.... i really havent been... im just ari to these people called friends and family. a nobody truly, respected for nothing really, just appreciated for who i am and being there but its just on a shallow level like anyone could really do that, whatever i did, i feel. i dont feel appreciated by my friends and family- i dont. i truly believe this is NOT just a feeling, but reality. and i face it. and i accept it. i accept people i have loved... just dont care, and dont see my depth or care to seek it for themselves or match me in my devotion or dedication to excelling in various ways, of serving, of growing, of giving, of loving. i am tired of being alone, amongst people that supposedly care for me. Adults have only cared what i can do for them. Only children appreciate me on a level that is reciprocated, on a level that i recieve anything nurturing or feel value in interacting... i DONT... i dont find value in interacting with adults really. I still do it. I enjoy conversating. but really i could take it or leave it. i appreciate the interactions and conversations, but i really dont care at the same time. i am desperate for attention and aware of it and not seeking it, i know where i come from, i know ive been a people pleaser, i know ive lacked genuine human connection and interaction. i know this. i prefer to be a loner. i like to laugh and interact. its cool. but children are what light me up, children are what serves me, fills me up, fills my cup. So the two cups are Ayla and Imani really, if we want to be symbolic about it in that way. They are kinda like the only people I truly care for. I have shed everyone else. Even Megan. our interaction was vitally important for me, to have a friend to talk to via internet, but im done caring.... its just happened. maybe it would have happened anyway, i think it would have, but it sticks out in my mind how she said she thinks i have to let go of ayla. ill let go of you bitch. i laid my life on the line for you and she dont fully realize that even though i have told her, tried to tell her in the most humble way possible just showing my heart and what my intentions were. but really let go of my daughter? i mean i did. i DID. makes no difference. i mean, i understand though..... i remember being in Napa with my toddler Ayla and Megan struggling being sober and quitting smoking and using Lavender essential oil all the time, but first i remember how scary her situation was and how scared i was for her, i stood for her, i stood to be strong and support her, but i wont lie the situation didnt look good, and im sure thats how she and everyone else sees me. my strength or true work has not been evident. being a loser has only been evident. but i dont care, i work and work.... they are all basic to me.... i care of course, i mean i wish things coulda been different but im over it i accept what is. and im actually glad i havent been held down by taking care of a child who will ultimately be unhappy and take me for granted.. like how could i ever make it? i wouldnt be able to focus on anything. and i havent made financial career progress as much as ive needed to.. it hurts me that i should be farther along BUT IM NOT. I havent had the support Ive needed. and if i focused on my career and pushed all this aside... neglected my inner child... NOT delved into creativity.... NOT been true and real and fought to be sober when the adults will all tell me i need to be on pills or i need to do this or that.... i realize now i am a true leader... i have power and peace and presence others do not have... because they have not put the work into it.... what ive put work into is transcendental...it is invisible, mostly unrewarded work. it has real effects.. i mean i had to.. i had to find my own way... forge my own strength. How can one just listen to what others tell them to do? Be a slave? Be a slave to those who hurt me? Obey those who hurt me? Who are blind? Perpetuate this awful cycle of doing what you have to do, and have no joy and work and drink alcohol and tell the kids to go play and leave me alone for real NO hell fucking no. children are beautiful gifts. and these people here.... they do not know how to handle their children, a lot of them, its the typical shit i see everyday. like really. youre not even going to enjoy your kid? just drag them along a miserable life, filled with have to’s? wheres the joy? i wana be around joy and strength and presence and VITALITY! i want a man that cooks for real. and loves and smiles and dances, and is weird a little but also so hott. like i deserve that, no? im really waiting for that situation where i would be of value with WHO I AM and what i have worked so hard to be... this shit aint free! i aint just frollocking around being carefree like people may think, fucking around, not being serious.... I guess im Low key serious.... Low key mike.. low key.. ive thought of him. but im let it go. last time i tried to just send him love he pissed me off and the vibe i had for him changed, i wished i had just left it at appreciating him in my heart, and left out the part where i express it. yeah. shit like that be so frustrating. thats what i dont need is just shit to spoil my day however little and petty or huge and devastating. anyway i was appreciated for things, mostly for listening and being intelligent and witty and beautiful and my body and sex and my effort in cleaning and love for the doggies etc....but it wasnt enough.. he was a drain on me... like a boat with a hole in it, where i have to continuously slosh out the water coming in whilst cleaning bugs off the boat and making sure dogs dont jump off and blah im done just really wow the effort... the draining... the complete draining of my energy... how fast it can go from good to terrible and dangerous for my health..... have to build trust over time.... i will not have sex with a man until we date for awhile... ill say.. but i know this may not be true. i chalk this one up to online, really. if i met him in person, we would have not connected i truly believe that. its only because we started out text messeging, saw each others hearts, but real, NOT compatible. emotionally yes and love yes- we totally experienced what astrology has to say... if he wants to be ignorant thats his perogative, most men dont accept astrology. they think they create themselves so much ahahaha i laugh everytime i say that. they are so stupid. but not all. some believe and see it to be true or to have merit. I sure ventured off from topic of 5 of cups... or did I? its all related. its a ramble. im flowing. man i wish i could relax though. time to hum. man i wish there was good food to eat. nourishing soup. please. PLEASE LORD feed me some good food that will do me good. i need soup so bad. I am totally finding a restaraunt tomorrow and demanding i do dishes or something, in exchange for some soup. I just wonder whats around besides fast food places. Ill have to take the bus probably. I need good food. I feel like I am dying. I dont get the right medicine, the right food..... i just have to be thankful for what i do got. im poor, money wise.. health wise i am also poor majority of the day.. its awful i really hope this changes soon its hard.... im gona lay down.. but its already been 5 hours since ive eaten dinner... i do have crackers... processed crap.. hopefully my body likes it.. man i havent had fruit in HOW LONG. or yogurt. i need yogurt.

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siliquasquama · 7 years ago

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Legend of the Red barracuda, verse 6: Washing out of Washerville

There are three things to remember about Washerville.

The first is that the shadows between the pilars contain a lot of bits and bolts and junk so you have to watch your step.

The second thing to remember is that the shadows between the pillars contain a lot of people running about so you have to keep an eye out because half of the people are wearing scrap-metal armor over their coveralls and it makes it a bitch to run into them.

The third thing to remember about Washerville is that the blinking lights in the shadows beyond the doorframes are sometimes computer terminals and sometimes they're eyes.

After bumping into three people, slipping on a nut, and poking a blinking light that turned out to be the eye of an angry guy with metal teeth, I elect to stay in the car with Ramon where at the very least nothing bad can happen to me. In the greenish light that filters down through the top of the massive structure, i figure i can't do anything wrong. Aristede, well, he can stand outside the car and get pushed around.

That might not be the opinion of the rest of the city, though, because as soon as word gets out that there's literally a 1970 Hemi Barracuda sitting in the middle of the city, every tier above us, every car window, every repurposed roof, every perch made of axels, is full of a people who have had years to modify their bodies and nobdody to stop them. There's one guy standing above us who has a grill where his lower face was and exhaust pipes coming out of his neck. There's a woman in the shadow of a truck body who has electronic eyes in both sockets and on her hands. I turn to lok behind the car and someone has metal legs that are twice as long as mine and metal arms three times as long as mine. And so on.

The old fellow who emerges from the shadows, led by Klunk, is carried foward on metal spider legs.

"Intriguing," says the man. "They managed to mock up a Barracuda pretty well. My dear, you have been fooled, once again."

"You blind yourself," says Klunk. "You see only what you wish to see. Ramon, if you would open the hood, please?"

Ramon reaches down and pulls a lever at his feet. The trunk does not move.

"What are you waiting for?" says Klunk. "Open the hood."

"No can do," says Ramon.

Klunk grabs the hood and tries to lift it open. it will not budge. The car makes an unhappy sound and the headlights blink a few times.

"That settles it," says Klunk. "This must be the real deal. Do you remember, master Bolt, how we designed these cars?"

"We?" says Bolt. "You were not even a thought yet. You played no part in the creation of our greates pasterpieces."

"But do you remember why they left us?"

"Because we made a mistake," says A bearded old man perched on a car lift to the left. "It's one thing to make humans into machines, but to make machines human...no wonder they escaped. These drivers must know the secret of these cars. How else could they fake the car's reaction so well?"

"It's not fake!" says Klunk. She pounds the hood of the car. The hood pops up and smacks her in the abdomen. Then it falls down again. Klunk is left gasping for breath on the ground, a foot away from the hood.

I get out of the car and help her up. Then I address the crowd. "Why do you not believe this is the real deal?"

Someone taps me on the shoulder. I whirl around and see my own reflection. Don't I look good today at least. I look up. There's a robotic head on top of this metal wall. The wall is a robot. I am somewhat perturbed.

"We cannot imagine the Barracudas would return to us," says the robot. "Not after all we did."

"Hey," says Ramon, leaning out the passenger window, "I'm the one driving this thing. I led the car here."

"Did you?" says the robot. "Or did the car lead you? If it is the real deal, you have probably been experiencing certain...events that have seemed like pure chance. How did you cme by the car?"

"Found it hiding in a junk pile," says Ramon. "Well, I mean. Hiding isn't the best term. It's not like the car's alive."

"I found mine hiding in a junk pile as well," says Aritede.

"Yours?" says Bolt. "You have aanother one? Where is it?"

"Sounds like they belive in this thing after all," I said to Klunk.

"I lost it," says Aristede.

Bolt stares blankly. The old man with a beard stares blankly. I can here the whirring of gears in the head of the robot behind us.

"It must have got nabbed with the rest of my vehicles," says Aristede. "The Student Loan company came and tried to arrest me, and then -- "

I heard the sound of escaping steam behind me. PWSSSHHHH. I turned around. Much as a robots face is expressionless, the speet at which its eyes blinked indicated rapid thought.

Its eyes turned red. "You lost a holy relic of our people," says the robot, "to a Student Loan Company."

Aristede looked sheepish. "Well, when you put it that way -- "

"A student loan company now has command of one of the most powerful vehicles in the galaxy."

A murmur of angry muttering spread throughought the structure.

"Does that mean this one can -- "

"It's time to go," I say. I open the car door, grab Aristede, toss him inside, grab Klunk, toss her inside, slam the door, dive through the window of the passenger door, and say to Ramon, "Hit it."

Ramon puts the car in reverse and starts backing up. But there are people getting in his way. So he tries to go foward. People are gathing around the car.

"Aristede," I say to the back of the car, "Can you hit that wonderful green button again? The one that teleports us out of here?"

"I never ask you to do a full burn in atmo," says Aristede. "Teleporting this close to a star would be the same effect for the entire planet. Hang on." He took the seat cover off and looked over the buttons. "There ought to be one here that -- "

Klunk reaches over and presses a yellow button near the edge. A mighty wind arises and scatters our would-be assailants like leaves on the wind.

Ramon shoots the car forward, and we speed down the narrow street, the mighty wind scattering those who seek to impede us. A mercy for them, I suppose. Unfortunately for us the path we we're taking is not the same way we came in and the street is getting narrower. Ramon keep weaving the car between pillars, ramping us over small obstructions, but they're getting more numerous and it's becoming harder to shake off the pursuers.

"Afterburners again?" says Ramon.

"The bit with the engine-fixing fluid was a stopgap measure," says Klunk, "and you'll wreck it if you try again. Let me see if I remember the buttons in the back here." She shoves Aristed off the seat, removes the cushions, and reaches for the controls.

Aristede grabs her hands. "Excuse me," he says, "I'm the one in charge of the buttons back here."

"You don't know what you're doing with them!" says Klunk, wrenching her hand away and reaching for a large yellow button.

"I'm trying to figure it out at least!" says Aristed, grabbing her hand again. She reaches for another button and he grabs her other hand.

"If you two don't get it together," I say, "We're going to have to do another burn in atmo."

Alas, what I see when I finally turn around is Klunk and Aristede wrestling over the top of the controls. Wrestling, then falling onto the buttons, and then --

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And then we are well outside washerville, the hood of the car is up, the engine is smoking, Klunk is outside trying to bang a fix together, and I'm sitting there shivering.

"I have the oddest sensation," says Aristede, "of being an arm for the past three minutes."

"I feel like I was a leg," says Ramon. "who was the butt?"

"I feel like I've been sat on," I say. "Was Klunk the head? Who was the head?"

Vehicles are kicking up dust as they make their way towards us from the city. Klunk slams the hood down and says, "Alright, that's as much as i can do. Hit the engine-fixing fluid button, Aristede, and let's get out of here. maybe we can affect repairs on a different planet."

We climb into the sky as the planet-bound mechanics below us scream obscenities.

#legend of the red barracuda #text #sci fi #science fiction #soft sci fi

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orthographewrites · 7 years ago

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who in your brotp: simon and marion !!

WHO IN YOUR (BRO)TP:

drives when they go on road trips? do they switch at the halfway point? does one drive there and the other drive back?

They would switch halfway because they both need sleep and rest and care!!

looks over the menu for fifteen minutes before ordering the same thing they order EVERYWHERE they go? does the other half of your brotp get annoyed by this, or do they find it endearing?

Marion! Acts like she has an exquisite taste when in reality she’s fine eating the same thing over and over again. What a jerk. Simon play pretend to get annoyed, pokes fun at it a lot.

is more likely to get arrested?

Marion.

is afraid of rollercoasters? does the other half of your brotp try and convince them to face the fear, or do they take a softer approach and not push them at all?

Neither is.

is the clumsy one whose always tripping up flights of stairs or over their own feet? does it stress the other half of your brotp out or do they find it hilarious?

Simon! Will always find a reason to nearly fall flat on his face. It’d be half and half.

picks the music when they’re in the car? does the other complain about their taste in music?

Marion gets to pick, Simon doesn’t like sharing his music.

insists on paying for everything when they’re out? do they fight about it?

They both insist to pay and it turn into a bickering.

is secretly terrified of horror movies and yet watches them all the time bc its something the other half of your brotp loves?

Neither.

has to pull the other back by their back of their sweater when they try and do something stupid in public?

I don’t know if they’d ever do something stupid in public that would require that, as Simon is pretty calm these days and Marion fight with grace.

is more likely to pick the other up from the airport with an obnoxiously large cardboard sign? what does the sign say?

Marion :I Would probs just be some big fat letters spelling out “I LOVE YOU”

tries to cook a meal and accidentally almost burns the house down?

Marion, Simon is a good cook.

deliberately makes a squeaky chair squeak until the other person flips out?

Simon, especially if he’s bored.

convinces the other to go on a hike? do they love it, or are they absolutely miserable?

Marion would gain the idea, Simon would try to oppose it.

can never admit they’re wrong?

Marion, because she never is!!

uses emojis in replace of words? does it drive the other person insane?

Simon and it depends, but usually Marion just join in.

who decorates their house? does the other come home and blink at all the pastel pink and force a smile despite how much they hate it?

I don’t think either would, really. I feel like Simon would be the type to pretend though and Marion is straight out honest ahah!!

is more likely to get into a fight to defend the other?

Simon for sure.

is constantly spewing random facts about absolutely anything and everything? does it annoy the other person or do they find it all interesting?

Marion, since she’s sitting on more knowledge than Simon. He enjoys it a lot, to be honest.

is the lovey dovey drunk?

If Simon and Marion would get drunk together they would both be, especially towards one another. Cue the stream of compliments and endearing remarks.

laughs at their own jokes? does the other laugh at the joke… or at their friend?

Both would, but I feel as if Simon does it more often. Depends on the joke, really.

is competitive about EVERYTHING?

Marion.

apologises first when they have a fight?

Depends on why they’re fighting. Simon’s pride often get in the way but he’d soften up pretty quickly for Marion.

makes the other a flower crown? does the other wear it without complaint or beg not to be embarrassed?

Marion and definitely the second one omg.

is more likely to put their fist through a wall when they’re angry?

Neither!!!

sends the other memes despite the fact they’re laying in bed next to each other?

Marion. And if he doesn’t respond fast enough she will send it again.

pranks the other on a near constant basis? how does the other react?

Simon, even if he doesn’t do it as much as when he was a child. These days he’d probably pull Hayley into it. Marion threads carefully.

comes up with obnoxiously sappy pet names for the other just to watch them roll their eyes?

Marion :’I

jumps into the pool without testing the temperature, and who dips their toes in first?

Simon jumps, Marion dips.

wins when they arm wrestle?

Marion, bc Simon has become WEAK

gets caught singing some old, corny one direction song to themselves?

Marionnnn and Simon teases her for weeks.

is forever forcing the other to take selfies with them? does the other person complain every time?

Marion, again. Simon might at times but usually he finds it funny.

shows up at the others house with chinese food + a six pack of beer when they’re having a bad day?

Both! Maybe not so much the beer since Simon doesn’t enjoy drinking these days.

can never admit that they were wrong?

Both are stubborn fucks.

decides the other need to go on a health binge and throws out all the sugary food in the house? how does the other react?

Simon!! Marion won’t talk to him for at least two days.

holds all the important documents when they’re travelling? why?

Marion. Simon can barely figure out where he is.

hates flying? how does the other help them relax before/during/after a flight?

Neither.

cries watching the news?

Neither, unless Marion has her lady thing I guess.

belives in aliens?

Marion.

rocks the seat on the ferris wheel?

Marion.

is a terrible liar?

Simon :/

is always reading the other their star sign despite the fact they don’t believe in any of it?

Simon.

who panics when mercury goes into retrograde?

Simon, bc when does he ever not panic.

insists they watch documentaries to broaden their knowledge?

Simon! He loves documentaries! Pls watch them with him Marioooon.

#im almost sad you cant find more of these type of lists for friends #but remade it!!!#brotp: family portrait

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who in your brotp!! ( for mr unlucky and little miss fuck-it-up because i miss them and asdfghjkl 💕 )

WHO IN YOUR (BRO)TP: ( @astridlennox )

drives when they go on road trips? do they switch at the halfway point? does one drive there and the other drive back?

It’d be a miracle even they even get to their final destination because I feel as if both would find millions of little things they want to see on the way :c But otherwise it depends on how far off it is.

looks over the menu for fifteen minutes before ordering the same thing they order EVERYWHERE they go? does the other half of your brotp get annoyed by this, or do they find it endearing?

Edmée looks at the menu and orders the same, she’s just happy to be there whilst Simon tries to find something new to try. He finds it endearing though.

is more likely to get arrested?

Both :c Together. Their kids have to bail them out lbr

is afraid of rollercoasters? does the other half of your brotp try and convince them to face the fear, or do they take a softer approach and not push them at all?

Edmée might be? Simon would tell her to face them tho, like a champ!!

is the clumsy one whose always tripping up flights of stairs or over their own feet? does it stress the other half of your brotp out or do they find it hilarious?

Both! Simon laughs at Edmée tripping on something, only to trip over Edmée.

picks the music when they’re in the car? does the other complain about their taste in music?

Edmée picks, they end up having a cute sing-along!

insists on paying for everything when they’re out? do they fight about it?

Simon insists, Edmée fights him. Usually they try to take one each.

is secretly terrified of horror movies and yet watches them all the time bc its something the other half of your brotp loves?

Neither.

has to pull the other back by their back of their sweater when they try and do something stupid in public?

Once again I feel like they’d take turns jhhjkolkjhui they’re idiots leave them alone

is more likely to pick the other up from the airport with an obnoxiously large cardboard sign? what does the sign say?

Edmée – definitely would spell out “MR UNLUCKY!!” Simon turns around and is never seen again

tries to cook a meal and accidentally almost burns the house down?

Edmée (but the fire might have been laid down by Simon… who knows)

deliberately makes a squeaky chair squeak until the other person flips out?

Edmée

convinces the other to go on a hike? do they love it, or are they absolutely miserable?

Edmée, with both their kids or on their lonesome. She thinks taking a hike will be relaxing for him but he often refuses the idea

can never admit they’re wrong?

Simon

uses emojis in replace of words? does it drive the other person insane?

Edmée, but Simon does it too, just not as often. It’s annoying when he’s trying to get an answer out of her!

who decorates their house? does the other come home to them and blink at all the pastel pink and force a smile despite how much they hate it?

Edmée would and Simon wouldn’t hold it back, knowing Ed won’t give a crap.

is more likely to get into a fight to defend the other?

Simon for sure, but Edmée is capable of throwing a punch.

is constantly spewing random facts about absolutely anything and everything? does it annoy the other person or do they find it all interesting?

Edmée, since Simon’s knowledge only reaches so far. He’s often confused.

is the lovey dovey drunk?

Edmée, often throwing about compliments and wisdom but Simon isn’t far behind.

laughs at their own jokes? does the other laugh at the joke… or at their friend?

Both!!!!! And they always laugh at the joke bc they’re great!!!

is competitive about EVERYTHING?

Not everything but Simon likes a challenge.

apologises first when they have a fight?

Edmée, Simon is too prideful to let in.

makes the other a flower crown? does the other wear it without complaint or beg not to be embarrassed?

Edmée and Simon wears it because he can’t say no to her :c

is more likely to put their fist through a wall when they’re angry?

Neither!!!

sends the other memes despite the fact they’re laying in the couch next to each other?

Edmée and Simon glares back.

pranks the other on a near constant basis? how does the other react?

They would take turns but the old prankster in Simon gives him the upper hand.

comes up with obnoxiously sappy pet names for the other just to watch them roll their eyes?

Edmée :c

jumps into the pool without testing the temperature, and who dips their toes in first?

Simon jumps, Edmée dips.

wins when they arm wrestle?

Edmée bc Simon is dumb and weak

gets caught singing some old, corny one direction song to themselves?

Edmée

is forever forcing the other to take selfies with them? does the other person complain every time?

Edmée, again! Simon tries to ruin the pictures after a while he just can’t anymore

shows up at the others house with chinese food + a six pack of beer when they’re having a bad day?

Both!! Bc they are loving and supporting and wow

can never admit that they were wrong?

Simon

decides the other need to go on a health binge and throws out all the sugary food in the house? how does the other react?

Simon!! Edmée has trust issues after this

holds all the important documents when they’re travelling? why?

Edmée, because Simon is a mess

hates flying? how does the other help them relax before/during/after a flight?

Neither.

cries watching the news?

Edmée, she probs saw something about a seal needing help

belives in aliens?

Edmée

rocks the seat on the ferris wheel?

Simon, bc hes a dick

is a terrible liar?

Simon :/

is always reading the other their star sign despite the fact they don’t believe in any of it?

Edmée

who panics when mercury goes into retrograde?

Simon, like lbr

insists they watch documentaries to broaden their knowledge?

Simon bc he fancies them!

#HELLO AND YES PLS!!!#gosh my heart #brotp: mr unlucky and little miss fuck it up

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