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bonnibellexox · 8 days ago

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A Place in the Apocalypse

An Original Short Story

Staring at a static-coated TV screen, my heartbeat throbs in my palms like a ticking clock that has been counting down since the day I was born. But it’s going faster than I’d like, so I take a breath and try to give myself a moment of clarity and peace, peace from the ticking.

If I had to guess, and I do have to- not many people are interested in keeping track, I pray we all have the better part of a day. That’s no time for anything truly meaningful, no round-the-world trips, no impulse purchases or dramatic makeovers, and no escape plans. It's coming, no doubt in anyone’s mind, even the most naïve, delusional, hopeful idiot.

I might as well find somewhere nice, somewhere poetic and meaningless.

Drifting out of my house, I lock the door behind me. Don’t ask me why, maybe I know I’ll have to come back now to get my things, because I can’t leave, I haven't packed yet. But I do leave, yes, I leave and I walk down the centre of the street, hearing my mother’s voice scolding me in the back of my head. In fact, she’s so worked up that I decide to calm her darling heart, stepping onto the footpath. She’d want me to be safe.

Ignoring my dim, constricting vision, I study the houses in my neighbourhood. Maybe I should have learnt their names, maybe they should have learnt mine. Well, much good that would have done us now, but it would have made then a little sweeter.

In any case, it's too late. They’ve all run off into the sunset, trying to find the edge of the earth where they can jump into the unknown. Because unfortunately, the fate of the world is very much known.

And yet, the bees still collect pollen, the birds still roost on tiny, fragile eggs that will never hatch, and the sap on the trees still coats and protects its open wounds, running down the bark like thick, vibrant blood. Nature still tries, be it denial or helplessness.

In all my cynicism and prideful certainty, I fail to notice the only occupied house. They fail to notice me either, playing with their children in the front yard as squeals of joy and elation warm my bones and slow my heart for just one more moment. In this tiny pocket of life, you would never know a thing was happening anywhere else, nor would you care. And when the mother locks eyes with me, there’s a plea behind her smile, a vow of silence she needs from me, but only until tomorrow.

So, I keep my mouth shut and walk past slowly, listening in to their delightful game and ignoring the ticking clock. Ah, an old classic. The kids are “the parents” and the parents are “the kids.” The dog is the dog, of course, and they all live in a gorgeous house by the sea. The “dad” is an astronaut and the “mum” is a marine biologist, so they have heaps and heaps of money, enough to have whatever they could dream of. The little girl explains how many horses they would buy and how all the kids from school come riding with them every weekend, because how could they not love the girl with such cool stuff?

She looks so excited.

Tick tick tick...

No, not here.

As the sun rolls away overhead, a calmness washes through me, a calmness like you’ll never know. Certainty will do that to you, I suppose. There is absolutely not a single thing to worry about, not work, not Christmas presents, not rent or chores or love. There is nothing left to think through or plan, only finding a place to tune out the ticking, and every second counts.

My attempt at bittersweet optimism is cut short as I get closer to the city, the smoke dragging across the asphalt and making my eyes sting. Even at my safest distance, rage and devastation have touched every inch. Broken windows, burning buildings, spray-painted car doors, or picket signs blaming everyone from politicians to the countries that have already been wiped from existence. But no one meant for this to happen, they just… didn’t see it coming.

They never looked, but that’s beside the point.

I gaze high above, skyscrapers worth my lifetime swaying deliriously back and forth, constructed of paper and deep pockets and never dreaming of an extended shelf life. Why not build a society meant to last? It's like we knew it wasn’t worth the effort.

God, why didn’t we look?

In the distance, church bells are ripped back and forth desperately for as long as their musician can stand, as if to say:

“Hello? Is anyone up there? Look! You’ve made a horrible mistake. But it’s ok! You can fix it… if you hurry… please…”

The flames of rage must not have reached them yet, particularly the lifelong believers and devoted defenders of deities who have realised that no god would condemn their children in this way. All over the world, temples are being destroyed by the hands that built them, all in the hopes of earning back the years that faith and community have stolen.

And yet, even at my feet, a man kneels with blood-red paint under his nails, smearing his own declaration across a 6-lane highway for the heavens themselves to see.

“SALVATION WILL COME.”

He’s begging.

And I’m begging.

We’re all begging.

Tick tick tick…

It’s a blur how I made it to the coast, the shoreline so withdrawn that the naked eye can only appreciate boiling, barren sand and the jagged, uninhabited rocks below. And based on the way the sun embraces the horizon, I feel I have less than an hour.

I’m joined at the cliff’s peak by a girl, lively and cheerful. She leaps from rock to rock, pacing to and fro with an unwavering smile. The ashy breeze blows her red curly hair into her eyes with each turn, but of course, that doesn’t bother her in the slightest.

“He said he’ll be here in an hour,” she declared at some point, poking at a piece of old, bleached coral stuck in the cracks.

I don’t know who “he” is but I hope he makes it. It’s such a simple request to not be alone, to be held and told you were all they wanted in their final moments, so surely this can be a grain of mercy for such a sweet girl. In fact, I’ll wait with her, just in case. Maybe that can be my last good deed in a world full of hollow favours, and maybe, I won’t be alone.

But the wind blows.

Her hair swirls from ear to ear, tangling in her eyelashes.

And in her scrambling to regain vision, her bare foot slips and she plummets straight to the unforgiving rocks below.

Tick.

There’s no help for her, no sane person would even bother. Hospitals have been abandoned and I have no way to reach her. But it wouldn’t matter anyway, she’s gone. So, I leave her for him to find, so he knows that she waited...

No, not here.

Lavish beach houses are no exception to this anguish, the crackle of gunshots piercing the air. But no return fire, for there is no one left to fight or defend when you’re alone with all your money. To sacrifice the time you have left for a sense of control, or punishment is a sentiment I struggle to grasp. And yet, as the sky swirls a merciless, smothering black, I comprehend their escape more and more.

No, every second counts… Not here.

Finally, a naturally occurring marvel offers me some peace and quiet, a cave system that has been transformed into a tourist destination. I find an empty, torn-apart gift shop, overgrown weeds meant to give a sense of untamed nature around the public bathrooms, and staircases that have been soaked with rarer and rarer downpours leading guests deep into the caverns.

Plunged into a soothing darkness, I read the signs and activate the small audio devices that adorn the railings.

“These limestone stalagmites are over 780,000 years old…” The voice drones on.

What a legacy.

Pillars like bared teeth surround me as I wander off the marked path, squeezing into unexplored pockets the size of ballrooms. Every step I take is like a tempo to dance along with. But the ground begins to tremble with fear, droplets of mineral-rich water raining down like tears of heartbreak.

Nothing can be done, but at least I found my place.

So, I lie down in the moist sand, likely untouched for centuries, and catch the last glimpse of the tree roots swaying high above before the distant lighting system flickers off. In the pitch black, I can only feel the dust crumbling onto me, and hear the wind humming through the chambers like a deep, anxious breath.

“Thank you for everything… I’m sorry.”

Tick tick tick…

The End

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tzuyuscloud · 1 year ago

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Virtual Reality- (Smau)

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04. Someone’s jealous

Knock knock knock

“Yn wake up!! It’s time to start the day!” Haseul’s voice echoed from out in the hallway. She then repeated the process four more times at the other members’ doors. You squinted as the bright morning sun beamed through the bright white curtains, welcoming you with its warmth.

“ughhh” you groaned as you quite literally rolled out of bed getting your morning started.

Everyone was gathered in the kitchen eating breakfast that the chef prepared. “Where’s Hyein and Haerin?” you asked as you noticed they were not present.

“They only stay on the weekends or four days out of the week during competition season.”Yeojin explained while Minji nodded her head along.

You admired all of your members while they ate, Yeojin peacefully ate her food while scrolling on her phone, Danielle looked as happy as can be while humming, Hanni was flooding in her hoodie while continuously pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and Minji slowly ate her food while looking down at her plate. Her presence in the morning was quite intimidating but you still couldn’t figure out what she was thinking behind those cold eyes of hers.

You quickly looked back down at your plate when Minji caught you staring, you swore you saw her smirk but that could just be your imagination going wild early in the morning.

You sat at your pc staring at the custom lobby that Haseul had put together with Fallen Angels for a practice game.

“don’t be nervous, they are really nice, but very competitive” Hanni held your hand. You felt a glare burn a hole in the back of your head as you didn’t turn around because you knew it was Minji staring at you from a seat down.

“Kim Chaewon is their leader, though she has bad anger issues, like really bad, Sakura is a pro gamer, like shes been in the industry since she was a child, very smart and strategic. Yunjin is all for teasing, she loves setting traps and teasing opponents, so dont let her fool you.” Haseul read off from the top of her head as everyone waited to load into the map.

Kazuha is all about action, shes a duelist so she will always be entering first along with Sakura, and as for sweet baby Eunchae, she loves playing Sage and has some stupid amazing grim walls. So watch out for those.” Haseul finished.

“Any questions?” everyone shook their heads no before Minji took over.

“Alright guys we are attacking first on Lotus. Make sure to keep your crosshairs high and listen to each other.” Minji said as the match started.

You spotted the enemy Kayo C, notifying your team as you all rushed into site. You being Raze, you used your satchel to jump into site and instantly head shot their omen before being hit from some angle you couldn’t see.

“I have 70 health! I don’t know who’s hitting and from where!?” you panicked as Yeojin came to your rescue with a Skye heal.

“It was probably Eunchae and her grim wall somewhere, but keep a lookout” She said before scouting the area.

“Chaewon and Sakura are on site somewhere, and Kazuha is probably flanking” Danielle stated from her position in waterfall. A sudden rush came in, Chaewon and Sakura popping out from Halls while Kazuha and Eunchae were in waterfall and main rushing in on them.

Shots were fired everywhere as the spike was on the verge of exploding. It was down to only y/n and Chaewon as everyone else’s bodies were scattered around the site.

“Fall back y/n she doesn’t have time to defuse” Minji said sternly and you listened to the older woman, running away as the spike went off as you nearly missed your escape.

“Yes! good job y/n!” Danielle complimented.

Hanni pulled you into a hug, “good job baby girl” she smiled causing you to blush at the sudden nickname.

“Ahem.” Minji had cleared her throat before cocking a brow at the two of you, we have to win 12 more rounds so if you two wanna stop kissing and buy your materials please and thank you” Minji hissed.

“ouch, someone’s jealous” Danielle giggled.

“am not” Minji argued back like a toddler. Cutie.

Summary: You were scouted to be on a pro esports team when you started to find yourself falling for the leader, Minji as well as Hanni. Leaving you in difficult situations that eventually effect your performances. As Minji starts being harder on you, you can’t help but lean on Hanni for support, but deep down you wonder if any of them feel the same way you feel for them.

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toomuchracket · 2 years ago

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BABYMOON/ first holiday with baby. Matty holding baby in the pool 🥹

oh my god!! yes. i'm imagining the baba being around eighteen months old (walking and kinda talking and eating solid food) when you take them abroad for the first time (although i think, like, uk city breaks with the baby when they're really little would be so cute, just weekends here and there. although god help you trying to get a pram around, say, edinburgh!). they've been teething non-stop for the past 6 months, and all three of you are a little bit stressed and emotional, and maybe you and matty are watching tv one night after the baby's gone to sleep and there's like a holiday/flight company ad (not the fucking jet2 one though i fucking HATE IT lol), and matty just turns to you and says "let's go on holiday". you don't even need convincing - even the THOUGHT of sunshine and sea air and just warmth has you feeling more relaxed already, so you book it then and there. i think you'd pick somewhere that's not too long a flight from london for you and the baby, so maybe you do two weeks in spain - malaga, perhaps? and obv baba is none the wiser, but you and matty are so excited for your first international family holiday. just like he did before they were born, matty almost goes a bit insane with the clothes shopping - he's buying cute little t-shirts and shorts and swimwear for the baby, a pair of tiny little docs sandals (cutest things on earth btw), little sunhats and baseball caps to protect their scalp in the sun (he defo cries at the tiny hats in the shops don't @ me), and even a pair of baby ray-bans that match his :')) and i think matty would totally spoil you with new clothes too! like, this is the first big thing that's happened to you all since the baby was born, and he just wants to treat and appreciate you, love of his life and mother of his child. and matty knows you so well at this point, like he's so attuned to what kind of clothes you like most and feel your best in, so everything he buys you - mostly pretty sundresses/maxi skirts and swimsuits - is something you'll absolutely love.

anyway, onto the actual holiday. the flight itself is alright - baby sleeps for part of it, then looks at a couple of picture books, and the cabin crew are BESOTTED with them - and so is the journey to your villa (i think you'd probs hire a car, just for ease with the little one). and it's incredible - very private, but in a nice area that you can walk around with the baby, which you do most days. i think you definitely go to the beach at least once - baba is NOT vibing with walking on the sand without their sandals on at first, at which you turn to matty and go "that's your genetics, definitely", but they're fine with it after you convince them to do a bit of paddling in the sea and play the game where you jump over the tiny waves. like they literally will not stop giggling and going "more, mummy!" until they're (and you're) exhausted, and then matty builds sandcastles with them while you sit and read your book, looking up sporadically and awww-ing at the sight of their curly heads bowed intently as they create their masterpiece (you take a sneaky pic, which soon becomes your lockscreen). most days, though, you just spend lazing about in the villa, playing in the garden or in the pool and just enjoying the sun - baba's a bit reluctant towards the sunscreen application process, though, and the only way they'll sit through it is if they see you putting it on matty and vice versa. naturally, matty loves this, because it means he gets to touch up his bikini-clad wife multiple times a day - and that's before the proper touching begins after baby goes to bed at night. anyway, back to daytime; truly your favourite thing about the holiday is watching matty and the baba in the pool, the two of them constantly giggling and splashing about. i think matty genuinely tries to teach the little one to swim, like has their little armbands on and some floaties, but most of the time he just holds them as he floats and walks about the pool, talking and singing and playing games. baba's favourite pool game, though, is one you're involved in too, and it came about by accident - you were standing fanning yourself at the poolside one day, and baba was like "mummy hot?", and matty just looked you up and down smirking and went "oh, mummy's hot alright", and you like rolled your eyes and matty laughed and went "come in with us and cool down" and you were like "yeah ok but don't splash me", so obviously matty held the baby and scooted over to you humming the jaws theme and splashed you and you were like "OI" and baba found the whole thing hilarious, so now you have to let the two of them splash you every time you go into the pool. but you don't mind, obvs - they're your family and you love them and you just all have the best time relaxing and having fun <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #dad!matty

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michaelmyersofficial · 9 months ago

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31/03/2024 Sunday Afternoon

I haven't posted in awhile but I do have some general updates. No real news on the disability front. They did send me a letter that I got over the weekend asking me to confirm my details, but I have to call them on Monday since they got my phone number wrong. Other than that, there really hasn't been any movement. My family is returning home from their vacation without me. I don't mind not going because it means I will get to see my brother. On the other hand, it would have been nice to be able to go somewhere else. I really hate where I live. Speaking of visiting my brother- I almost lost the ability to go. They changed my airline tickets without informing me (good thing I checked!) and I would have missed my connecting flight and been stranded in Amsterdam. To be fair, this would have been on the return flight and not the flight to visit, but if I don't have a return flight set up, I wouldn't be able to go anyway. It took 5 hours on customer support to fix it, because they were trying to tell me my only options were to cancel, to pay $800 to change airports, or to wait and take a new flight 4 days later (I wouldn't have a place to stay in that time). None of which worked for me, but since they were the ones who changed the flight I knew they had to find a fix that actually worked. However, after about 4 hours of back and forth I was ready to give up and take the cancellation- even though that meant I probably wouldn't be able to visit my brother, and it's entirely possible I wouldn't get a second chance. Fortunately the last person I talked to come through for me, and got me a new flight that worked. So I am still able to go, but I have to set up seating yet. I also have to buy a suitcase and new headphones, so that will probably be the main mission for the week. I'm pretty close to finishing Sistersong- I'll post an update on that later. But I haven't really gotten anywhere in Red, White, and Royal Blue since my last update. I ended up reading the first volume of Yuri Espoir (recommended by Ena) instead. While I probably won't finish Sistersong today, I should be through it relatively soon. Originally I was going to pick back up in orv, but I promised my brother I'd be reading Eye of the World on the trip over so I might do that next instead. I haven't quite decided. My aunt will be starting her business up in May so I will likely be helping her out with it again this summer. This mostly just gives me something to do, as I am free labour for her and she doesn't have to pay for a laundromat. But it's not difficult to wash and fold laundry. I haven't been able to finish catching up in my games, but I feel like today has been a little more productive than usual on that front, so I do think I'm getting somewhere. I know the Zenless Zone Zero sign ups have started but honestly I'm not sure if I will play it or not. I have a friend who plays nearly every gacha in existence and whales on them too. They started playing Love and Deep Space recently which seemed neat but upon looking into it really isn't free to play friendly and I can't drop money on gacha like they can. Talking about friends- I have a friend who has feelings for me. I honestly am not mad about it or anything, and I'm not seeing anyone, but I really just think they don't understand me very well. Also like, my feelings around romance and love and sex and everything related are not very clear. I tried to explain this to them, but I think they didn't take it very well, either. I think honestly my feelings on these things could be their own post so I won't go into detail, but it's something that could be an issue in dating someone, so I think it's best to be upfront about that. Also more than just that I'm not sure they understand me as a person very well, I think they rely on what they think about me more than what I actually say, and when I say something that contradicts their thoughts, they just ignore it. Maybe I'll make another post talking about this, or about my feelings about romance.

#diary #ena #disability #brother #books #family #games #friends #romance #?

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harocat · 1 year ago

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First of all, how are you? Yes, the main question honestly. I hope you had a nice New Year celebration. Yet another question, If this is a propriate one, how did your journey in watching figure skating begin? Sorry for the curiosity, I’m just wondering how something passionate started.

And thank you.

I could say a million, million words and not be able to wrap them into the level of gratitude I feel towards the existence of your blog. I started, of course, with Yuuri (I love so much how good of a person he remains, despite all the hardships he encounters, so many significant details, but that's what Yuuri is all about: what you can't put into words, he always chooses action over expression which requires more attention, it's beyond me how many people can simply overlook that, and I think I could talk about it for a very long time), then I clung to all the clear and wonderful ideas about figure skating (special thank you for my sweet meow meow Wakaba Higuchi and dearest Satoko Miyahara), but beyond that I just felt comfortable staying here. I know this may sound awkward and perhaps too personal, but I really hope it doesn't unsettle you. The last little while has been hard for me (it's been going on longer than I realized) and it was good to know that I could go somewhere where I don't have to be afraid, where it would be safe to sit and just quietly think. Your perspective somehow softens my heart, sometimes it's hard for me to explain. I write in no way with the thought of burdening you, but with pure benevolence. I really hope that you know that we appreciate you very much. Thank you so much for your patience and dedication and lightness and seriousness. You don't have to read or respond to any of my words (only if you want to), I just hope you are well, and you are in good health. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you, all the best, and peace of heart and soul.

Thank you for the lovely message. I'm really sorry it took me a while to reply. This was so sweet and I'm so glad my blog has been a place where you feel welcome and relieved. Seriously I almost teared up a bit reading this. And I hope things look up for you soon.

(Also your words about Yuuri are so nice. He really is the best boy ever.)

I hope you also had a great holiday season. Mine was nice. I went to a con over the weekend of NY, which was a new experience. I got a pair of roller skates which I haven't had a chance to try out yet because it's been too wet out. I could go to the skating rink, but I haven't roller skated since I was a teenager so I'd rather put them on the first time somewhere where no one will see me ahaha.

I got into skating when I was really young. I have vague memories of watching the whole Tonya Harding debacle play out, which definitely got me interested. I remember watching the Olympics that year on the tv in our basement. I only watched the women. Ladies has always been my favorite discipline. At the very beginning it was the only one I watched!

The next year my older brother gave me a poster of baby Michelle Kwan from his Sports Illustrated for Kids. I thought she looked super cool, because she was so young herself, so I started watching her competitions. The rest is basically history. I somehow became totally obsessed with her and it developed into a childhood hyper fixation. I recorded all of her competitions and by the early 2000s I had a literal massive box of recorded skating competitions (not just hers). Somewhere it still exists. I remember eventually I started taping over some of the competitions because I didn't want to buy new tapes, but I NEVER taped over one of Michelle's. I watched everything though; every pro competition (RIP cheesy pro comps), every ice show, etc. In the last half of the 90s and early 2000s, there was SO MUCH skating on tv in the US.

I went ice skating for the first time in when I was in elementary school, and my mom signed me up for lessons. I never completed the lessons because I stepped on the ice and within two minutes, I attempted a spin and broke my ankle. Kids are dumb. Once I was healed I did go back on the ice, and I skated a lot until high school. I did take lessons, but I was never super serious about it. I'd love to take it up again, but because of my ankles (ironically enough), I'd need to buy more expensive skates and I just haven't felt like investing in it. Hopefully the roller skates are a step toward that.

Michelle was such a constant in my childhood, because her career was quite long, that she really did leave an indelible mark on me. After she retired I kind of flitted in and out of the sport for some years. There were a couple skaters I pretty consistently followed, and some seasons I watched more competitions than others. So I was always a big fan, but sometimes I was more 'diehard' than other times.

I liked Davis and White and Mirai Nagasu, baby Yuzuru really caught my eye. I loved Tatsuki Machida and Shen/Zhao a lot. And Mao. ❤️

I always stayed up on being knowledgeable about the sport even if I wasn't committed to watching every competition. I've been watching consistently again since shortly after Sochi, but tbh until Yuri on Ice happened I didn't really talk about it much? I didn't know many people online who cared about skating, and I was well aware figure skating fandom was very vitriolic, so I pretty much refused to venture into it. I just watched it.

When YOI happened more of my regular online friends, people I followed, etc. started posting about skating so I started sharing my opinions more online as well. Also it was nice to come into a fandom already having knowledge about the subject matter ahahaha. That was new! TBH before YOI, in my head I'd plotted a figure skating AU for most of my fandoms. Now the AU was canon.

#haro talks #arahnaet

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suckitsurveys · 11 months ago

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What would you say is the worst part of high school, period? The constant fear and anxiety from every fucking aspect of it.

What is your favorite color of apple? Red, green or yellow? Green, and some red ones, like honeycrisp.

How old will you be on your mother’s 68th birthday? Is that ‘old’ to you? My mother died when she was 61 so technically she didn’t have a 68th birthday, but I was 30 on that day.

Ever thought you were dying of something you weren’t even close to having? Sure.

Ever want to be a doctor? Is it because of all the hospital shows? I wanted to be an animal doctor for a bit as a kid but never a human doctor.

What do you think of all these reality shows that try to alter personality? I’m not sure what you mean.

Where are your favorite pair of shoes in the whole world right now? In my closet.

Do you live anywhere near a mall? Which one exactly? Yeah, I do. There’s a few in the Chicago area.

If you were dying who would you say goodbye to first out of everyone? I don’t fucking wanna think about that thanks.

Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? Just my nieces.

Do you ever have those ‘ah ha!’ moments? Do those annoy you? Depends on the moment?

When is the next time you’ll eat a cupcake, if you know when? I'm not sure but there’s nothing really stopping me from going to get one at any given moment..

Does your family go on a lot of vacations? Are they more boring or exciting? We did every summer when I was a kid and we try to go somewhere as a family once a a year. We’re actually all going somewhere in a couple weeks!

Where did you last buy socks from? What do those socks look like? I don’t have a specific place I get socks from.

Do you ever lay in the grass and look up at the sky, just because? Not really but I’m not opposed to it.

When do you normally go to sleep on the weekends? Anywhere between 11-1am. I’ll stay up a little later on Saturdays if SNL is on.

Have you ever met someone with the same ‘biggest fear’ as you? Sure.

Do you ever have movie nights with your significant other? Yeah, or TV show nights. Last night we watched a few episodes of Bob’s Burgers.

Would you rather write with a pen or a pencil? Why is this? Pen. I don’t like how pencils get dull so quickly.

Who was the last person to call you fat, if anyone at all? My 5 year old niece. I told her that there is nothing wrong with being fat but it isn’t nice to comment on people’s bodies.

Are you afraid of being kidnapped if you go outside at night time? Yeah.

Has your mother ever called your school because of your grades? I don’t remember a specific incident but it seems like something she would have done if she felt I was being graded unfairly.

The best field trip you’ve ever been on; where was it to anyway? I loved field trips to the zoo as a kid.

In the next twenty minutes, what will you be doing and where will you be? I’ll be here, probably doing another survey since I’m on a roll right now haha.

Do you work? If so, have you ever been fired, then rehired from the place? I do work, but have never been fired from here. I did get “let go” as a temp in the beginning but then they hired me full time not long after.

Can you tell when people are lying or telling the truth? That’s hard to answer. Some people can lie effortlessly.

What would you say your average word per minute time is on the keyboard? I don’t know.

What is your least favorite class in school? Why is this? Math because it didn’t really allow for creativity.

Do you bite your fingernails or tap them on desks? I tap them a lot lol.

Have you ever wanted to be in a band? What position exactly? Sure.

Do you ever call your cousins just to talk to them randomly? Not really.

When did you last spend the night at someone’s house? Uhhhhhhhhhh I guess technically in October when I slept in my friend's friend’s camper after me and my friend saw Pete Davidson in Kalamazoo. We weren’t really in her house but we were on her property.

Do you find any of your friends’ parents creepy or really mean? I don’t interact with my friends parents often enough anymore to find them mean or creepy.

Do you ever have to wash your clothes at someone else’s house? I wash our clothes at my dad’s house because the washer in our building is so small and only holds like 2 pairs of underwear.

When is the next time you’ll go to the library? Why is this? I don’t have plans to do that.

Do you know how to play pool? Are you any good at it? Yes but I wouldn’t say I’m great at it.

Are you someone who likes to get in arguments or fights a lot? Not at ALL.

#surveys

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Sylke final & Slaggie & Sick Kids

Sylvie: [me like hmm, how are we cockblocking y’all, might have your parents drive past you and see you running with your school bag on a weekend no less, like, hello? and thus you gotta go with them because you’re clearly up to something suspect lol, so give her longer than it would take her to show up clearly and no response/no show]

Jake: What happened to you?

Sylvie: I’m sorry, my damn parents saw me

Jake: What did you say?

Sylvie: I’m not saying anything, I am mortified at their attempts to be nice about all this

Jake: Should I come over and talk to them?

Sylvie: And tell them what? We were going to leave the country

Jake: I don’t know, enough truth they’re satisfied with it without outing our entire plan

Sylvie: It’s okay, I’m just not going to make it, that’s the not okay part but I looked too suspicious, whatever I’m not saying

Jake: I didn’t buy the tickets yet, we’ll try again another time

Sylvie: I’m really sorry

Sylvie: I’m mad, again

Jake: It’s not your fault, it was my meeting spot, I should’ve picked somewhere else, nearer the airport and away from everyone we know

Sylvie: We’ll get it right next time

Jake: Lesson learned, it’ll go without a hitch

Sylvie: I feel like this was my fault

Jake: It wasn’t, and I swear I don’t blame you

Sylvie: As long as you don’t, I’ll get over the rest

Jake: We’ll plan better, make sure nothing can stop us

Sylvie: They can’t keep treating me like I’m a normal kid when we’ve found out I’m not

Jake: They haven’t caught up to us, they’re still coming from a place of wanting you to be and everything to be like it was

Sylvie: I don’t know how to deal with them being so far behind, everyone, it’s driving me insane

Jake: We won’t let it hold us back

Jake: I’ll come ‘round later, bring everything you were most looking forward to about Paris with me

Sylvie: I don’t deserve you

Sylvie: but my family absolutely doesn’t deserve [the food and drink y’all discussed] so they’re not invited

Jake: If they get a song written about them right now it’s probably not one I’ll play for them either

Sylvie: 😏

Sylvie: It would blow their minds, I think, hearing how you think of me

Jake: It blows mine how you are

Sylvie: I will have to get better at being deceptive though, note to self

Jake: You can practise by sneaking me in

Sylvie: Come on, I’m pretty good at that already

Jake: Pretty good meant we had to stop at [wherever they got to in fucking all over the house before we said they got caught/thought they were]

Sylvie: And that was your fault, I remember vividly

Jake: I don’t think so, I remember you [vividly just relive her being loud and feral, we know the vibes]

Sylvie: Yes and that was entirely down to you

Jake: [blame her back by being like I did that because you did xyz feral thing to me beforehand, we’re just having a lovely time remembering to cheer y’all since Paris was thwarted, and we love a loop to get stuck in]

Sylvie: [do it back, obvs, like and I only did that because you were- pop off girls]

Jake: [shamelessly keep that going until y’all are literally at the start and there’s nowhere to go and nothing left to relive, we know what y’all are like]

Sylvie: You should stay

Jake: There’s no reason not to, at home everyone’s mad at me

Sylvie: Are you waiting for them to catch up too or trying to make it right?

Jake: I don’t know what to do

Sylvie: No, it’s trickier than my situation

Jake: Some of my friends are [somewhere in town he can get to from where he was], I guess I’ll hang out until my sister’s ready to pick me up, and I’ll talk to her then, but I’m running out of shit to say

Sylvie: She’ll process this break up eventually, it’s a bit rich that she’s taking more time than China herself but you know

Jake: Apparently she doesn’t like who I’m turning into, whatever that means

Sylvie: Literally, what does that mean…

Jake: Maybe she’ll calm down when we go to school, I know my mother will, she thinks that’ll solve everything

Sylvie: We can let them think that, until we leave

Sylvie: if it gets everyone off your back

Jake: When are your parents sending you back, is it still [however many days she has left of the week off she was taking for Sam gate]?

Sylvie: Yeah

Sylvie: I’ll be there for you Monday, I know it’s going to be awkward

Jake: I can’t decide if reaching out and talking to China before would make things better or worse than having to sit in [whatever lesson you have with her first] and just see her

Sylvie: I think it’ll just be as bad as it’s going to be, whatever you say or do

Sylvie: so, flip a coin almost, you know?

Jake: Yeah

Sylvie: What would you say, do you know?

Jake: Fuck you, that’s what I wanna say, but there’s no point to it

Sylvie: You’re allowed

Sylvie: sometimes people need to hear it, what they’ve done, it would allow her to level her own shit at you too

Jake: I don’t know where to start, I can’t believe she’s been with him this whole time

Sylvie: Just because you deserve a why, you may not get one, but you can try

Jake: Even less about my life makes sense if she’s not who I thought she was and it’s mixed up enough, I don’t want to hear that I was wrong

Sylvie: Yeah, I get that

Jake: I’ll ask my friends, the ones who really know her, what they think and hope they aren’t telling me what they assume I wanna hear

Sylvie: I’ll let you go so you can talk to them properly

Jake: Let me know when you’re cool to sneak me into yours

Jake: [the time that your poor sister is free to chauffeur your ass around, cos clearly any time from then, being the vibe]

Sylvie: ‘Course

Sylvie: what do you want me to do, if she talks to me?

Jake: What do you want to do?

Sylvie: Depends what she says, I suppose

Jake: I won’t force you to give my chain back if you don’t behave every second you’re wearing it, I’m not a monster

Sylvie: No, you’re not

Sylvie: and I certainly don’t intend on being perfect

Jake: It looks too good on you not to let you keep wearing it

Sylvie: I’ll only wear it Monday if you want me to

Jake: I do, and my jacket, it’ll make us both feel better about having to be at school

Sylvie: I’m going to have to give you something to remember me by in [the lessons y’all don’t have together]

Jake: You’ve got [a countdown to the time he said earlier about getting picked up] to think of your something

Sylvie: Narrowing down what you’d look good in is impossible but I’m on it

Jake: I don’t mind trying things on for you, if that’ll help

Sylvie: Here he goes, being motivational again

Jake: Being the boyfriend you deserve is important to me

Sylvie: I hate sharing you with the world, especially [the school]

Sylvie: staying in bed is always going to be the better idea

Jake: [the teacher who stopped him when he was trying to check on her the first ever time] isn’t guarding all your classes

Jake: tell me you miss me and I’ll show up

Sylvie: How wasn’t that years ago?

Sylvie: it feels like it

Jake: It explains feeling older than all my friends now I’m here

Sylvie: I feel like everyone's got infinitely more annoying since this all went down

Sylvie: How do I interact with people that aren’t you, again?

Jake: When I work it out, you’ll be first to know

Sylvie: I’m proud of you, even if I want nothing more than to monopolise your time and thoughts

Jake: It’s really hard, but I do want you to be proud of me

Sylvie: I want to tell my parents I’m your girlfriend just so I get to say the word to someone

Jake: Tell them, you are

Sylvie: They’d be irresponsible parents if they didn’t let you stay ‘round more then, have to keep an eye

Jake: We’ll probably have to keep your bedroom door halfway open

Sylvie: That’s okay, there’s a lot that we can do only halfway visible

Jake: Loads of things

Sylvie: We’ve done more entirely exposed

Jake: You’re really good at being motivational

Sylvie: It was my turn

Sylvie: and I’m in my room so I’m thinking about when you’ll be here too

Jake: I’m thinking I should be there already

Sylvie: I miss you like crazy

Jake: The only thing keeping me vaguely sane’s that they all want to talk about you

Sylvie: Do I want to know?

Jake: It’s cool, I swear, they loved the song

Jake: I mean, they’d be dumb not to, it’s my best

Sylvie: It was perfect

Sylvie: a hard act to follow, I don’t think anyone paid attention to… whoever went on stage after you

Jake: You’re a perfect muse, I’ve never been this inspired before

Jake: I wrote half a song on the way to meet them

Sylvie: You won’t show them before me, will you

Jake: It’s for you

Sylvie: I’m for you, I don’t care what anyone says

Jake: You should be sat with me listening to what they say, it sucks you’re not

Sylvie: On Monday, I’ll be good and be social, I wanna get to know your friends better than I do

Jake: Let’s have everyone over, your friends and mine

Jake: [a day/time when your poor mother is clearly working late and won’t know about this cool kid party, it’s giving literally monday after school tbh like they need it after going back because such is the level they don’t want to and obvs he wants to get to know her friends too]

Sylvie: That’s a brilliant idea, bring everyone to us

Sylvie: everyone will be satisfied we’re trying but we can still go off to a dark corner whenever we need

Jake: Do you want to go shopping tomorrow? I feel bad you didn’t get to before [the cool kid event]

Sylvie: With you? Obviously

Jake: Cool

Sylvie: I’ll try on anything you pick out, as a treat for tolerating the rest I also do

Jake: Anything?

Sylvie: Yes, Jake

Jake: Deal

Sylvie: Now you better concentrate on what’s being said about me

Jake: And you better find something for me to remember you by on Monday

Sylvie: I’ve already thought of what I’ll give you

Jake: Tell your parents about me instead then

Sylvie: Right this second?

Jake: While I’m concentrating, at least

Sylvie: Okay, that is fair

Sylvie: how do I make it less blatant I’ve been touching myself thinking about you?

Jake: Take a shower you can touch yourself as much as you like in, but you come out looking like nothing happened, it’s what I’d do

Sylvie: but you can’t, I’ll stop being mean and I won’t tell you anything else about my shower

Jake: That’s meaner

Sylvie: You can tell your friends I’m teasing you if you have to

Sylvie: [send him a picture of you about to get in the shower that shows you’re just wearing this chain without being a nude]

Jake: I have to tell my friends I’ve got somewhere else to be

Jake: they’ll understand, what you’ve just sent me is an album cover

Sylvie: You’ve got work to do

Jake: Not without my muse

Sylvie: I want to make art with you

Jake: I’ll make art of you

Jake: and all over you

Sylvie: I don’t want the shower to wash it away, record it

Sylvie: you only cum in me, it feels too good

Jake: The shower can’t wash away everything

Sylvie: Everyone at the gig knew, it’s so obvious

Jake: [a picture of his lovebites, as if he’s not with his friends rn, excuse him everyone]

Sylvie: Mine

Jake: Yours

Sylvie: [sending him an insta post where the thigh lovebites are peeping casually]

Jake: Mine

Sylvie: Yours

Jake: Say you miss me so I can leave

Sylvie: [voice note say it]

Jake: Stay in the shower, your parents’ll let me in

Sylvie: You’re such a nice boy, of course they will

Jake: The nicest

Sylvie: they’ll send you upstairs like I’m not waiting for you with my legs spread

Jake: They like me almost as much as you do

Sylvie: Then they’ll let me go on birth control so you can keep fucking me raw in their house

Jake: You’re not on it

Sylvie: I got the morning after pill, my auntie went for me, it’s cool

Jake: I didn’t even think, obviously you’re not, why would you be?

Sylvie: I wanna be, I’ve got it under control, you don’t need to think about it

Jake: I don’t want it to fuck you up, my sister says it does

Sylvie: There’s different kinds, right, I’ll find one that works

Jake: I’d take it for us if that was a thing but nobody has figured that out yet

Sylvie: I know, you’re sweet

Jake: It’s my responsibility too, I know that, but I’ve never needed to take any before

Sylvie: Don’t, it’s boring, I don’t want us to change

Jake: Your parents will sort it, like you said

Sylvie: An injection, a pill, whatever it is, it’s nothing to keep doing what we want

Jake: What’s some more boring medical shit, yeah? We’re already dealing with it, appointments, pills and whatever else doctors decide we need

Sylvie: Exactly

Sylvie: it’s nothing compared to the shit we’re on, whatever horror stories people have

Jake: I’m sorry I forgot though, that wasn’t cool of me

Sylvie: Debatable

Jake: You know what I mean, I care what happens to you, I should’ve thought about it

Sylvie: Thanks

Sylvie: I don’t really know what else to say

Jake: I don’t wanna embarrass you by turning this into a whole thing, wouldn’t be cool either

Sylvie: You aren’t

Sylvie: it’s way too late for me to have shame around you anyway, yeah

Jake: I just really do care about you

Sylvie: I care about you too, I’m not looking to make your life more messy

Jake: I know you wouldn’t

Sylvie: We want the same things

Jake: Yeah, we’ve got the same dreams

Sylvie: Who’d have guessed

Jake: And I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone

Sylvie: That’s mutual, if that wasn’t obvious

Jake: To everyone, while I was playing your song for you and anywhere else we’ve been or are going to go

Sylvie: We can’t help it

Jake: Since our first time I haven’t been able to

Sylvie: I’m not going to apologise for wanting to be around you, if anyone expects it, they’ll have to keep waiting

Jake: My friends maybe do for how abruptly I walked off, but they can wait too, I need you not them

Sylvie: I’ll consider sending a blanket sorry for that but only after I’ve seen you

Jake: Monday’ll fix it

Sylvie: I better invite my cousin too, if we’re talking of fixes

Jake: You can stay mad at her if you want, I’m the pacifist

Sylvie: She’s judging me but she won’t say it, I don’t know how to get past that, like with your sister and you, there isn’t a solution

Jake: Reach out but don’t get too in your head about how it goes, if she’s that judgmental she’s not coming to mine anyway

Sylvie: Maybe she won’t want to, who knows

Sylvie: I’ll reach out, like you said

Jake: My sister takes things out on me that aren’t about me, or are, but it’s not the thing she’s yelling about at the time

Jake: your cousin could be doing that

Sylvie: She just doesn’t agree with cheating

Sylvie: unless China is doing it, I guess, then it’s fine

Jake: Neither did I

Sylvie: As if we set out to do that

Jake: I’ll try and give her a better impression of me, if she does come Monday

Sylvie: It is what it is, you’re not going anywhere until we are, she can get used to it

Jake: I can get her to like me

Sylvie: Can you?

Jake: Yeah

Sylvie: I’m not taking up the challenge

Jake: All you have to do is believe in me

Sylvie: I mean your sister is never going to like me

Jake: It isn’t your fault that she’s stopped liking me

Sylvie: A little bit though

Jake: It happened when I got the diagnosis not when we got together, you didn’t get a chance

Sylvie: She probably feels like she didn’t protect you

Sylvie: irrational though that is

Jake: Totally irrational and totally accurate

Sylvie: She’s got to blame you for how mad and dumb this all makes her feel

Sylvie: at least you see it, you don’t have to hold it against her when she finally gets with it

Jake: I might let her visit us in Paris when she does

Sylvie: Be tourists for a weekend

Jake: It’d be cool

Sylvie: Yeah

Sylvie: We’ll plan properly, make sure we get there

Jake: We don’t have to rush, I freaked out a bit but I’m okay now

Sylvie: Warranted, all things considered

Jake: You’ve been the coolest again today

Sylvie: A bad habit, I guess

Jake: I don’t know how I’ll ever get used to being supported the way you do

Sylvie: You went to [the class she wasn’t in the day of the Sam drama], before anything

Sylvie: I’m only returning the favour

Jake: It’s like, for all my mother and sister’s feminist leanings, my role is still toxically masculine

Jake: I’m meant to be strong for everyone, however I feel

Sylvie: Who wants to be a burden? No one

Sylvie: but you can’t be to me

Jake: With you’s the only time I’m not stressed out

Sylvie: Me too

Sylvie: I barely think about it, the shit I spend the rest of my time thinking about

Jake: Yeah, that’s it exactly

Jake: it basically goes away

Sylvie: You’re the cure

Jake: I’m yours and you’re mine

Sylvie: You’re mine and I’m yours

Jake: [me like show up please sir before you say anything more extra, I love that you blatantly got a bus or something despite what you said to China about them being a waste of money cos worth it to you now and I also love that you’re shamelessly gonna get in this shower with her, no fucks given]

Sylvie: [just y’all living your best lives once again, can only be so sad about your Paris thwarting for so long]

Jake: [soz not soz Tomeena who are in because they let him in and had a nice lil convo with him before he ran up the stairs lol, maybe her brother too who defs also could be, at least your hater sister isn’t because she has her close friend group and is either out with them or at one of their houses rn, y’all are welcome]

Sylvie: Do you want to come over Jake’s on Monday after school? [then list who is going to be there, giving mutual friends, obvs not just like everyone lol]

Maggie: I’ll be there, ‘course

Sylvie: Cool

Sylvie: Are we good then?

Maggie: Are we? I’m in the wrong, do you seriously forgive us?

Sylvie: I guess I’ve been talking about nothing but him, you weren’t wrong about that

Maggie: You weren’t with your read of me, or the nerve wouldn’t have been touched that made us fly off

Sylvie: I’m not praying for her downfall

Maggie: I know

Sylvie: It just makes me think you think I actively intended to ‘steal her man’ or whatever when I didn’t even like him and you know that

Maggie: I didn’t mean to come down that heavy on her side, I’m happy for you, and you can’t steal nobody, whoever goes is after going, like

Maggie: honest, it wasn’t about you or Jacob Cohen, I was troubling myself over [the lad she fancied who did not show up to this cool kid event hence her calling him a saint and a good boy before lol] and his bother for a curfew, even though he didn’t make no promises to us and I had my mates there who are, any day, better craic, so’s the fucked priorities you called out are showing themselves there

Maggie: then something else, bigger, I’ve been busying myself with I’ve not told you of and what you said about all the hero shite had me doubting if I’m doing it for the decent reasons I reckoned or you’re right

Sylvie: What’s the bigger something?

Maggie: I’ve been visiting my nanny more than the weekly go with my daddy since [whenever Sylvie nearly died]

Maggie: she’d for sure not piss on me if I was on fire, on a good day she thinks I’m [one of Johnny’s sisters] and on the rest she’s not to know us from one of the girls who works with her

Sylvie: Why do you think you’re doing it, going to see her, like?

Maggie: Maybe I’m that arsehole and it’s to make myself feel better, but when I took myself it was cos we don’t none of us know how long we’ve got, do we? She might not be here tomorrow or I might not and we’re the only visitors she gets, for what, an hour or the half of?

Sylvie: I think it would make most people feel worse, that’s usually what I hear so

Sylvie: by default, it sounds like you’re doing it for the right reasons

Maggie: All to say, I’m sorry I acted up how I did

Sylvie: Well, if I’d known any of this, I would have chosen my words more carefully too so

Sylvie: let’s call it even

Maggie: Nobody does, in fairness

Sylvie: Not your parents?

Maggie: Not how often I’ve gone

Sylvie: They may worry about your sanity

Sylvie: God knows mine act like everything I do is some coded cry for help now

Maggie: Right

Maggie: but at least yours’ll be buzzing the boy’s the sort he is

Sylvie: Sounds like [her crush boy] is even 😇

Sylvie: If you can convince him to leave his house every once in a while

Maggie: I can’t with a lad like that, I swear, he’s to look at us how Jake looked at you up on that stage or he’s not to at all

Sylvie: I had a feeling you’d say that

Sylvie: but I get it, you can’t settle, it doesn’t work

Maggie: How’s [crush boy] to run away with or put a baby in us if he’s too set on minding his ma and her word’s final? Nah

Sylvie: You’ll have to find yourself a boy like your da

Sylvie: Boys are terrified of babies until they’re like 30, normal ones

Maggie: I’d get myself down the site but there’s no telling which I’m related to

Sylvie: Um, all of them? That’s how it’s done, is it not

Maggie: True enough 😏

Sylvie: Not that our family is living all that differently sometimes 🤮

Maggie: We’re the start, someone has to be

Sylvie: I bet our parents said the same

Sylvie: and to be fair, one thing right there, well done

Maggie: Give ‘em that 👏

Sylvie: The bar is in hell 🤪

Maggie: You’ve found heaven though, everybody in a room together Monday giving you and JC your chances to sneak off

Sylvie: I do have to beat the homewrecker allegations with his friends

Sylvie: but I don’t think that means I have to play hostess all night, nah

Maggie: Loads of his friends are a hang away from keys in a bowl, amount of swapping I’ve heard they do between themselves

Sylvie: 😷🙃 I’m good

Maggie: Me too, like

Sylvie: Are there any you think are cute though?

Maggie: [drop those peeps because you’re 12, of course there are, tis your boy crazy era]

Sylvie: Then you’re so welcome

Sylvie: I’ll give you a suitable introduction

Maggie: Oh will you now?

Maggie: I can intro myself, you know

Sylvie: You have an in, why not take it?

Maggie: Yeah, my outfit’ll do the chatting, as always

Sylvie: What’s the plan?

Maggie: I’ve to think, which of them lads am I dressing for?

Sylvie: 🤘 or ✌️

Maggie: Something like that

Sylvie: I’m going shopping but Jake is taking me

Sylvie: you aren’t going to want to third wheel that

Maggie: Ah no, I’ll get dressed without showing my face in [the shops you know these cool kids are going]

Maggie: mammy’s wardrobe’ll have just the thing if mine don’t

Sylvie: No doubt

Maggie: I’m on it

Sylvie: I might have to lift my outfit from [this cool kid establishment]

Maggie: I could get yous a discount but it’s only the standard staff 20%

Sylvie: I’m trying to save up right now, that’s all

Maggie: Leave the tags on, I’ll take it back for you Tuesday

Maggie: unless you’re after keeping it for the memories of yours and Jake’s first couple hang 🥰

Sylvie: God, that sounds cringe 🤦‍♀️🥴

Maggie: Sure, but I would

Sylvie: I don’t know if this is who I am

Maggie: He’s your first, it’s alright to lose yourself a bit, under and over him

Sylvie: Maybe a bit but

Sylvie: It’d be pretty rich if I lost my personality, I can’t let that happen, don’t you let it happen either

Maggie: You’re not her and we’re not saying he has that effect on ALL the girls as a blanket statement, like

Sylvie: When I’m back at school, I’ll be forced to have thoughts that aren’t about him, that should work

Maggie: School hasn’t forced us to have one thought ever I didn’t already want to, good luck with that

Sylvie: Hmm, you’ve got a point

Maggie: Don’t let my shots fired put you off, thinking about him isn’t some great big sin, nor’s talking about the lad

Sylvie: Being dull is

Sylvie: we should hang one night, just us

Maggie: Okay

Sylvie: Just tell me when you wanna, you can come here, or I’ll trek

Maggie: How’s [a day that I won’t commit us to] for you? I’ll 🚲 to yours from [something you’re doing, cos you’re always doing things is the vibe]

Sylvie: Cool

Sylvie: I’ll get [something that is her favourite whether that’s food or renting a movie, whatever]

Maggie: And I’ll bring [one of her faves so it’s mutual]

Sylvie: ❤️

Maggie: 💞

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injectme: the time feels right, my friends don’t understand what’s happening for me, and my family, the less said the better about them

gotspoons: There is a certain level of understanding that only people in the same boat can give, I think

gotspoons: I’d say that’s the ethos behind this group, even if we don’t all suffer the exact same symptoms, the experiences and feelings are often shared

tigerbalm: Agreed, my parents can be A LOT, they’re super strict & I don’t have friends anywhere else, but I’ve found them here 😻

sonmychest: Aw, Robs 💜💜💜

sonmychest: It’s real though, it’s cool to be able to come in here and know you’re not going to get one of two looks for whatever you have to say 🤨😬

injectme: I’ve been getting more than my fair share of those looks lately 🛸

sonmychest: People think they’re SO stealthy with it too, like

injectme: My sister isn’t with anything, she could pick a fight in an empty room

tigerbalm: I used to beg for a sister, but now idk, I’m not so sure tbh 😹

brainpain: I regularly feel like unaliving mine 🔪🔪 can’t lie

brainpain: + hiya new newbie

sonmychest: I’m so lucky mine is a they and not a nightmare, obvs, damn

sonmychest: Sister hate support group though, I approve

injectme: Oh, I’m a they too, that should’ve been in my intro

sonmychest: Cool, as long as you don’t mind how overwhelming she/her this group is

sonmychest: we have… is it like 2 active he/hims at last count guys?

injectme: I don’t, I’m still a she/her to most people

sonmychest: People you can’t be bothered having the convo with? Yeah, relatable

injectme: It’s a weird convo to have, sometimes I feel like a she, want to look like one 🎀 and everything, sometimes I feel the complete opposite

sonmychest: It’s all performative anyway, right?

sonmychest: Why not choose, if that’s how you feel

injectme: But different mes on different days of the same week doesn’t help the 👽 or imposter syndrome in every room, if that’s even the term

sonmychest: Some people seem so sure

sonmychest: 🎀s all the way, all the time

tigerbalm: Sorry, that’s me 🎀

gotspoons: Guilty…

brainpain: 🌈 but

brainpain: can relate if we move onto getting with girls

brainpain: still am 1 though ✌️

sonmychest: lol, this convos taken a hard left

brainpain: my bad 😝 there I go making everything queer again

brainpain: none of yous breathe a word to my future husband (unless he’s into it)

sonmychest: That’s definitely giving #yesallmen

sonmychest: limited as my experience is

brainpain: you’ll summon him with a political # in my experience

brainpain: 🤞😍🤞

tigerbalm: Wow 🙀 you guys make me seem SO boring in comparison

gotspoons: No one’s identity is any better than anyone else’s, you can be as proud of yourself, Robyn

tigerbalm: Thanks 😻 I’ll try

gotspoons: And no one here would want to invalidate you, I’m sure

tigerbalm: Everyone here’s the best, ILYSM all of you

brainpain: ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍

brainpain: couldn’t resist

sonmychest: allies deserve love too, babe 😽

injectme: I came in serious, should’ve been in my intro as well

sonmychest: soz newbie, we are capable, honestly

brainpain: I was about to come in aggy like speak for yourself Kara 💥👊

brainpain: but LOL nah we can

sonmychest: lmao post up

sonmychest: Rich would deffo show to break it up

brainpain: if only 🥺

brainpain: out here living like a war wife

sonmychest: watch that horizon, so cute

brainpain: every 🚂 that’s every film or tv ref I’ve got

gotspoons: Oh, I love The Railway Children

brainpain: shout daddy at him he’ll come speeding to me

gotspoons: Please don’t taint the wholesome memories for me

😫

brainpain: oops

ihatemyguts: This feels like you rubbed a lamp for a genie and a fairy godmother popped up in a cloud of smoke instead but lol

ihatemyguts: lurking has been amusing me in [a boring lesson you’re evidently in]

brainpain: story of my life

ihatemyguts: 💔

brainpain: + where have you been? lost your 🍒 newest newbie status it’s that long

ihatemyguts: That is devastating, like

ihatemyguts: already - points for not being a boy

ihatemyguts: my absence has been for fun, not health-related reasons though, don’t worry

tigerbalm: YAY! LOVE that for you

ihatemyguts: Thanks, the [cool kid event] was great, btw

ihatemyguts: What have yous been up to?

tigerbalm: OMG! You went 😸😻

tigerbalm: I have to know EVERYTHING, sorry guys…

brainpain: we all wanna hear what was great about it 🍿

ihatemyguts: Sorry, I didn’t get there early or stay late, or I’d have way more fun stuff to tell you

ihatemyguts: but I did get to dance and this guy played a song about me

tigerbalm: 🙀🙀🙀!!

tigerbalm: idk what The Railway Children is btw (sorry!) but that’s like ALL the films & TV I do 😻😻 you’re literally in an irl K-Drama

ihatemyguts: It does feel a little like that

ihatemyguts: and things like that don’t happen to me all the time, btw, I’m not that interesting

tigerbalm: Is that boy your boyfriend now?

ihatemyguts: Yes

ihatemyguts: funny as a bit it would be to turn him down after that, there was no way I was committing

tigerbalm: WOW

brainpain: take a deep breath or your finger off caps

sonmychest: 💨💨💨💨💨💨💨 I won’t be jealous of your lung capacity or anything

injectme: I’m jealous I didn’t get to watch [a band that was playing this cool kid event earlier or later, clearly doing more than one song, no offence Jake], their sets get better and better each time they play Dublin, wherever the venue

ihatemyguts: [linking an insta/socials somewhere that lowkey records entire sets even though you’re not meant to do that, sure people do] I bet they’ve got it

injectme: It’s not the same but beggars can’t be choosers fresh out of hospital

brainpain: been there felt that

brainpain: it’s sh*t* soz newbie

gotspoons: I do hope you’re feeling better after your treatment though?

injectme: They let me go

brainpain: Rich would sign in for a bed shortages rant

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I feel as though I must end your waiting

brainpain: finally

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I apologise, I was helping my brother with his Uni assignments

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: My ‘free’ time being anyone’s to monopolise as they choose

brainpain: brothers can be dikcs too good to know

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Undoubtedly the accusation would have him shocked and confused but yes

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Confirmed

tigerbalm: By me too

tigerbalm: that’s why I spend all my free time here, there’s way more girls

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I apologise again, Robyn

tigerbalm: not YOU Rich, boys like my brothers ONLY

brainpain: I’ll be on the floor if she calls you 1 of the girls

sonmychest: 💅🤪

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I’ll have you know I’ve been told numerous times that I have hair any girl would be envious of, so, perhaps I am better qualified than you presume

brainpain: pics or you’re a tease

brainpain: nervous newbie excluded there’s no time like the present for a mass face reveal

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I think that may be against the rules, Rosie?

brainpain: they can’t kick us all out

ihatemyguts: Mutiny lmao

brainpain: live a little it’s our flesh prisons not our bank deets

ihatemyguts: I’ve already been outed in the local community, like, makes no odds to me, honestly

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Rosie may be asleep currently…

brainpain: make the call babe

brainpain: you gonna boot me for this?

brainpain: [and drop a pic of yourself like a rebel]

princemyshkin: If Lauren has to go then so do I

princemyshkin: [a pic of yourself because you love a cause so obvs you’d come in rn to do this]

sonmychest: 🤯 omg how long does it take to get your hair like that Lauren

brainpain: hours but what else am I doing

brainpain: + people watching my 🎮 stream are into it 🤑

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Well, as it’s done now, I’d say it is up to your/your parents if you are under 13 discretion

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: In the halcyon days when we received funding, this group would have been an in-person support group, so

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Anyone not comfortable, understand the ‘mass face reveal’ is not mandatory, however much enthusiasm it’s met with

brainpain: can’t resist me even when I break the rules

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: They aren’t my rules, technically, I have slightly more authority and trust to uphold them but the admin/big bosses will undoubtedly decide… if they’re ever actually in here which I have my doubts about

brainpain: they’re yours to break

brainpain: your turn to stick it to the man 📸

sonmychest: Super subtle lol

brainpain: you too new boy’s put you all to shame as the only 1 standing up for me

sonmychest: Before you put us all to shame by being model attractive, casually, nbd

brainpain: @ him I’m hiding behind hair dye 🌈🦄

sonmychest: Well sure, I can imagine how often you’d get hit with the ‘but you don’t look sick’ new boy

princemyshkin: When I’m outed in the local community I’ll let you know

princemyshkin: And my name’s Jake, by the way, since us troublemakers are still here right now

ihatemyguts: [post your pic because direct callout to what you said like hey]

princemyshkin: There you are

sonmychest: FFS, no, I’m literally finding the nearest belltower

tigerbalm: I don’t look like a model, but I’ll post my face if you do, Kara

tigerbalm: count of 3?

sonmychest: Okay, I’ll do it if you do, Robs, someone count us in, not that I’m being dramatic or anything

brainpain: 3

brainpain: 2

brainpain: 1

tigerbalm: Okay, UM… here goes

tigerbalm: [the shyest selfie of all time]

sonmychest: [also post yours, no need to cheat lol]

sonmychest: You look exactly as adorable as I would imagine, HOW 😸😻

tigerbalm: I thought you’d be ginger idk why 😸

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Without sounding like a creep, I hope, you’re all very pretty and have no need to be insecure about your appearances

sonmychest: Thank you for the diplomatic dad answer, appreciate it for real

sonmychest: I WISH I could pull off ginger, I’d look so weird

tigerbalm: I wanted to be BLONDE when I was little

tigerbalm: imagine 😹

injectme: If everyone else is doing it

injectme: [a pic that we know isn’t you but we’re pretending is, if only because this person clearly has an insulin pump visible]

sonmychest: It would be giving [some k-pop idol who’s got that platinum blonde asian thing going on]

tigerbalm: & I’m more of a [different k-pop girlie who’s more your vibe]

sonmychest: Wow, we’re all so cute, love that for us, guys

sonmychest: Rich (and Rosie, if you are lurking disapprovingly) you’re the only ones left to go

brainpain: he’s back on his keeping me waiting bs 😭

ihatemyguts: The hype is real, smart move

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I assure you, I’m not playing chess or being in any way tactical here

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I am somewhat of a luddite when it comes to the social side of social media, I don’t know if I have any recent pictures of myself

brainpain: 👶 pics are fine too FYI

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: The mental image it would create would be amusing, undoubtedly

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: [but take a very boy who does not care and does not take selfies selfie of yourself now]

brainpain: f 💣

brainpain: if any of you kids need me don’t for a minute 👋

sonmychest: You did NOT lie about your hair, I cut mine off recently and now I’m so sad about it 😭😭

tigerbalm: I was debating it before my bday party BUT 🙀

tigerbalm: if it doesn’t suit me I’d have to photoshop my pre haircut head onto ALL the pictures

sonmychest: I think it would be chic, Robs

sonmychest: You can always fold half of your hair under and clip it in place, see if you vibe or not

tigerbalm: Amazing idea! BRB guys

sonmychest: Uh-oh, everyone is taking a minute now…

injectme: …

sonmychest: Did you share your name with your pic, newbie? I’ve forgotten in the excitement

injectme: No, I forgot too

injectme: I don’t ever go by it in full

sonmychest: What do you go by then

injectme: Nicknames

sonmychest: We can stick to your username then, if that’s what you want

injectme: I’ll think of a new one for here

injectme: if anybody has any ideas, all ears

sonmychest: I’ll ponder

injectme: Shuffle has spoken [and drop the song]

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Ah, excellent taste

brainpain: not their best

brainpain: no offence newbie

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Ms Harry’s French leaves something to be desired

injectme: Yeah, but I couldn’t ask you to call me Atomic and keep a straight face

ihatemyguts: Maria is a better song but worse name, kinda, Catholic vibes pervading at least

tigerbalm: I never know ANY of the songs you guys mention

sonmychest: Have you started working on your bday playlist yet?

tigerbalm: Not yet

sonmychest: You better get going, girl

tigerbalm: I wish you guys could come but that HAS TO be against the rules, right? 😿

brainpain: I’ll come if you’re serious about the invite

brainpain: give a 💩

princemyshkin: Me too, if you want

tigerbalm: 🙀🙀🙀!!

sonmychest: It’s never made sense to me, anyway, why can’t we make friends, it’s what people do when they join any other group…

tigerbalm: OMG it would be the best bday EVER

sonmychest: You are so cute

brainpain: sweet 16 cos I’m there LMAO 🥳

brainpain: + Jake’s jawline

tigerbalm: He has a gf, Lauren, that’s like the first thing he said to us!

brainpain: + he’s a 👶 more importantly

brainpain: 👀🚫✋

princemyshkin: I’ll ask her if she minds me dancing with the birthday girl, I don’t think she will

sonmychest: Your parents will be cool with it, right?

tigerbalm: idk they’re never cool with anything

sonmychest: It’s YOUR party and YOUR birthday, you should have friends there

brainpain: I’ll go boring brunette if it helps

tigerbalm: I COULDN’T ask you to do that

sonmychest: 💔 left wounded

brainpain: oops

brainpain: I can’t do ginger my b@tch sister would flip

brainpain: blonde so no one’s triggered

ihatemyguts: f me I guess

brainpain: I didn’t say boring with it

ihatemyguts: jurys still out on if triggers are real anyhow 🤷‍♀️

princemyshkin: The word trigger is actually a bad one in itself for some of us

brainpain: he’s got jokes now 🧠🔫 welcome to the club

sonmychest: y’all are gonna scare the newbie off

injectme: I’m not squeamish

brainpain: then I’ve got a story for you

sonmychest: Oh, God…

brainpain: check your pms newest newbie 💌😘

injectme: Oh, yeah, okay, I spoke a bit soon

gotspoons: What’s going on? I just woke up to all these messages

brainpain: nothing

gotspoons: 🤨

gotspoons: I’m going to catch up myself then…

tigerbalm: You’re invited to my bday party, that’s something

tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Ah, Rosie, let me PM you, save you some time

brainpain: I’ll say my goodbyes now 🧳🚪 slan everyone (add the accent in yourself I’m not doing all that)

ihatemyguts: 😬 Yikes

sonmychest: imma peace out too

brainpain: [drop your twitch deets so peeps can find you in case you aren’t allowed back lol, even though we know you will be]

gotspoons: [Private @ injectme]

gotspoons: I’m really sorry that this is your first impression of this group

gotspoons: and even more so that you were sent inappropriate material

gotspoons: Is there anything we can do/you wish to be done to remedy the situation?

injectme: It’s what happened to her, that’s what this place is for

gotspoons: Graphic content should never be directly sent to anyone, it’s far better we use our words to explain, in the group setting

gotspoons: It wasn’t appropriate to haze you like that

injectme: I’m here to get to know people not cause trouble for them

gotspoons: You’ve not caused any trouble, let me assure you

injectme: I don’t snitch, I’m not going to

gotspoons: No one is asking you to and it isn’t needed, Lauren made her intentions clear

injectme: I don’t think she had bad intentions

gotspoons: I am glad you’re okay

injectme: I am

gotspoons: If you’re sure there’s nothing I can do for you then I will mark this particular issue as resolved?

injectme: Yeah, I’m good

gotspoons: Brilliant, thank you for your cooperation on this

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theretirementstory · 2 years ago

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Ooh, bonne journée, has it really been a week since I last “spoke” to you? Goodness these weeks are flying by, it will be a new month tomorrow and we are hurtling towards the time of year that we all look forward to; summer 😊.

I visited “le médecin” this week, had a few things to discuss, was pleased to receive the form to be registered with him. My visit to the pharmacy saw the “new lady” spot a prescription that had not been paid for 🙄, I paid and received the necessary feuille de soin to apply for a refund.

I think I read somewhere that it takes a while for some French people to “accept” you. Where I have been happy to give gifts to people who have helped me with things, I notice a hesitance towards friendship sometimes. Such is the case with Monica; she is an estate agent, I corresponded with her way back when I lived in the UK, she was very helpful when I first arrived here showing me properties, even coming and moving the big stone cover on the water pit and climbing inside to read the meter ( I didn’t even buy the house through her 😳) , the first Xmas I made gifts and took her a bag of edible goodies, she was appreciative but I did feel I had overstepped the “friendship” mark. Anyway, I saw her the other day and she asked if I walked to Fontaine (where she lives) she told me her house number and said if her car was there to ring the bell and we would take tea or coffee together. How nice is that?

Had the monthly chat with my friends in Bristol, I am now booked on a flight in June. I am going to stay 4 nights then head up north to see the family. As always I am happy but anxious, especially after last years fiasco when the first train was delayed which meant that subsequent trains were all obsolete and new trains had to be booked “en route”. However, that was last year, we can only be hopeful.

Has Anie returned from her “trip” ? I don’t want to intrude on a bank holiday weekend so will wait until Tuesday to message her.

I was happy to see broad beans, rocket and lettuce coming through in the potager and so I removed the grillage. The following morning some of the broad beans had been dug up and a cat had 💩 in the bed. I was so upset! I don’t grow these things to have oodles of produce, I do it for my own well-being, getting outside, talking to the plants, watching them grow and produce, really really helps me through the year. I poured a potful of black pepper all over said potager, recovered with the grillage but will have to see about weaving string across it in the hope it will deter it again. As if to repay me for doing that, after spending Thursday cutting grass and tidying up in the back garden the cat decided to leave me a mangled corpse of a bird and on Saturday morning a pile of 💩 on the grass 😭. My sister said it was a shame that I didn’t have a sprinkler system, my goodness no! 😱 water is too precious a commodity to use up spraying at a cat, which would probably be wearing a wet suit anyway 😂😂. It’s going to be the old “scoot” type stuff I think.

So after clearing up after the cat, I have seen peas and beetroot shoots appearing, that put a smile on my face. I found the peony, which I knew was round by the forsythia bush, it’s leaves were taking in the sun and I am hoping against hope that this year it will flower. The two I picked up in the gaspillage last year are really doing well, the one I bought, not so! Unfortunately the beautiful hibiscus from last year looks dead, no green life in it at all. I am quite sad as it was beautiful but it obviously didn’t withstand the winter weather.

Of course, I have been to the bar this week. I love going in and reading the newspaper, of course I could go into the médiathèque and do the same but I find the bar more relaxing. I even had a non alcoholic cocktail one day, it was a Sandy Island, very tropical and fruity I really enjoyed it.

I turned up for “Knitting with refugees�� only to find that the girl I had messaged was now on holiday and she hadn’t passed the message on. No harm done! Restarting May 15th 🤞. It was the knitting group with the French ladies and a couple of people took the items to be displayed and offered for sale…… I am still stitching mine up 🙄, so need to get them finished for next time.

It’s a busy next couple of weeks, but more about that later. Until then let’s have a look at an excerpt from “Days” by Philip Larkin

“What are days for?

Days are where we live.

They come, they wake us

Time and time over.

They are to be happy in:

Where can we live but days?”

Now I am ready for a cup of coffee, so I will wish you all a “Bon week-end” enjoy the Bank holiday on Monday 😊.

#france #nature #trees #barsuraube #photography #springtime #livingthedream

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aetheternity · 3 years ago

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Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, the Kawata twins and Kazutora in:

When they see you with your ex.

Disclaimer: E/N means Ex's name. The ex changes gender for each one to be more exclusive I'm sorry if it feels confusing. Kazutora's has mild angst but otherwise this is really sfw.

🌟 Draken

☆ He'd kinda crashed Mikey and Emma's day out. You'd told him you had something to do this weekend so what else was he supposed to do with his free time? The three of them had stopped to eat on the outdoor patio at a nice restaurant and while Emma and Mikey chatted away about something school related. Draken sat quietly sipping his tea.

☆ You'd been kinda weird when he'd asked why the two of you couldn't hang out today. You didn't even tell him what it was you were doing instead. And you always told him literally everything about your life. Sometimes unprompted.

• "Hey, isn't that Name?" Emma's voice suddenly caught his attention.

• "Who's the guy?" Mikey questioned in between bites of his food.

☆ Draken's head shot in the direction Emma had pointed in. Sure enough there you were, talking with a guy who was about the same height as Draken. Weirdly enough Draken felt like he'd seen this guy somewhere before.

• "Is that?.. E/N?"

☆ Draken squinted still staring at the two of you talking. You didn't exactly look happy but you and your ex were standing way too close. He felt a little pang in his heart.

• "Maybe she just.." Emma cut herself off. Your arm came up to wrap around your ex's neck. Pulling him in for a hug which he just as soon reciprocated.

• "Let's just go." Draken said and Emma seemed to immediately agree. As soon as Draken and Emma squeezed back into the open doors of the restaurant Mikey hightailed it in the opposite direction.

• "Dammit Mikey!"

• "Mikey!" Emma called but it was definitely too late for that.

☆ Mikey ran up behind you tapping your shoulder as Emma and Draken made their way down to the scene that was now forming.

• "Are you cheating on Ken chin?" Mikey questioned with zero hesitation. His face stern and his shoulders bared.

• "Mikey.." You said

• "I would've preferred to do this later." Draken grit. Though Mikey didn't even spare him a glance.

• "This is.. your new boyfriend right?" E/N asked

• "Name." Emma began "I know you wouldn't cheat on Draken.."

☆ You sighed putting some space between Mikey who looked two seconds away from punching someone and your ex whose confusion seemed to grow the longer this went on.

• "I'm not, I would never.." You sighed before continuing on. "He's dating my friend now and since we had some bad blood between us.. I figured I should try to get along with him since he's staying in my life. But I'm so sorry Ken Ken, I should've told you yesterday when you asked."

☆ Mikey stepped to the side as you held out your hand for Draken to take. He wasted no time pulling you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead.

• "Don't ever do this again."

• "Go out with my ex without explaining myself? Or get caught going out with my ex without explaining myself?"

• "All of it." Mikey interjected, hands placed in his pocket but his normal smile was starting to reappear.

• "Go home you two. I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon with these two."

• "Oh? Is it because you're worried something will happen?" You asked Draken laced your finger tips slipping your hand into his pocket.

• "I was never worried, I just wanted to spend time with you." He explained

☆ Definitely should've just invited him in the first place because within a couple hours your ex and Draken have become better friends than the two of you were supposed to be.

🌟 Chifuyu

☆ Him and Takemichi decided to spend the afternoon in Chifuyu's favorite manga shop since sitting at home had become tiresome.

☆ Takemichi had organized a small pile of books around his body like a nest while Chifuyu just searched the aisles aimlessly. He didn't have a book in mind before coming here so he figured he'd pick one out from his favorite section once they got there.

• "Hey Chifuyu?" Takemichi looked up as Chifuyu flipped through one book while he held another in his hand.

• "I can't buy both of these. Takemichi which one do you think is better?"

• "Isn't that Name?" Takemichi pointed over the stack of books on his left sure enough just outside the aisle was you with a girl chatting away.

• "Who's the girl Name's talking with?" Takemichi asked looking up at Chifuyu, though Chifuyu had already ducked his way behind the bookshelf peering out of the aisle at the current scenario.

• "What the hell are you doing?" He asked coming over.

• "That's Name's ex."

• Takemichi fell in line next to Chifuyu peering over his head, "I didn't know Name dated girls too.."

• "Yeah.. it's not a big deal.." Chifuyu said as the two of you giggled about something a couple feet away.

• "If it's not a big deal why are we hiding?"

• "Shh!" Chifuyu ducked back as you and your ex walked a little ways away. "Come on let's follow them."

• "Why don't we just go talk to them?" Takemichi followed reluctantly.

• "I don't want Name to think I came here because I was stalking-"

☆ Just as Chifuyu had made it to the next aisle he tripped over a snag in the carpet causing an oblivious Takemichi to bump into him. A loud oof from both of them alerting you and your ex of their presence.

• "Chi?" You called annndd now you were coming over. "Hey Chi, what are you doing here?"

• "This is my favorite manga place." Chifuyu answered with a grunt, stepping into the aisle.

• "I know.. I just thought you and Takemichi would be at your place."

• "What's going on?.. This is what you were busy with?" He gestured between the two of you.

• "Chi." You stepped forward and Chifuyu took one step back. "You know how me and, E/N are childhood best friends and how my grandmother is sick right now? My grandmother is basically a second mother to her so she invited me out to take my mind and her's off things, She suggested we come in here and I said ok but it wasn't right of me to not tell you, I'm sorry baby."

☆ Chifuyu looked between you and your ex his eyes slowly beginning to soften.

• "I'm not mad love. It was just weird you don't normally do underhanded things like this." He pulled you into his chest for a hug and you wrapped your arms around his waist.

• "You should come with us." E/N said pointing to Chifuyu and Takemichi. "Name won't stop talking about how wonderful you are as a boyfriend anyway."

☆ A bright pink flutters over both you and Chifuyu's cheeks as Takemichi snickers behind you both.

• "Next time you can bring Hina and we can make this into an outing." Chifuyu said, poking Takemichi in his side with his elbow before wrapping his arm around your midsection.

☆ You guys probably end up staying in the store for a couple more hours honestly because if there's anything you and Chifuyu have in common it's your love for manga.

🌟 Mitsuya

☆ He'd been running errands for his mother all morning so by the time he reached the supermarket he was completely exhausted. He pushed his shopping cart through the aisles with a long sigh, checking off items as he went.

☆ He rounded the last corner glad that his day was nearly over and already thinking about what he was going to prepare for dinner when the sound of your voice caught his attention.

☆ His first assumption was that he was so tired he was imagining it but the airy ring of your laugh soon validated his suspicions. You'd told him you were hanging out with friends today after all.

☆ He grabbed the last thing on his list deciding to go say hi. He wheeled the cart directly into the next aisle walking up as you and a person he didn't recognize were having a chat with an elderly woman.

• "You two are so cute together." The woman gestured with a small smile.

• "Oh.. no we're exes and friends." E/N explained

• "Aw I'm sorry things didn't work out for you two." The woman nodded

☆ You opened your mouth to respond but Mitsuya's warm gaze caught your attention first.

• "Suya, hey!" You greeted, walking over to greet your boyfriend with a small hug.

• "That's the actual boyfriend." Your ex explained to the woman.

• "This is the friend you told me about yesterday?" Mitsuya asked looking at your ex with a blank expression.

☆ The tension in the aisle could be sliced with a knife and the lady from before quickly walked away to another side of the store.

• "We are just friends now I promise. There's nothing going on between us and they're having a party tonight that's why we're here." You gestured to your ex who awkwardly waved back. "I was going to invite you later so that you could sneak out when Luna and Mana are asleep."

• Mitsuya nodded his expression softening as he reached up to cup your cheek, "I wish you had just explained that earlier, next time just tell me I won't be angry."

• "I will, I promise." You gave him a quick peck which he reciprocated. "I'm going to head with Suya but I'll see you at the party later?" You asked turning to your ex.

• "Yeah, I'll see you then." They replied as they left.

☆ And yeah sure Mitsuya said he was cool with it but you two ended up skipping the party and after dinner you both stayed in bed all night.. (Do with that what you will. 🙃)

🌟 Nahoya/Smiley

☆ You'd only been dating Nahoya for a month and everyday you two met up at the same place after school.

☆ Sometimes (like today) he'd grab Souya/Angry and head out to meet you. Today the three of you were just supposed to grab a quick bite to eat before heading to the Toman meeting.

☆ The second the two of them had stopped their bikes Souya pointed you out where you were holding a box and talking to some stranger.

• "Who's that guy?" Nahoya's grin tightened as he watched the way the guy yapped away while you just silently listened.

• "He looks like somebody." Souya pondered for a second before his gaze fell on his brother. "I recognize his face he was in some picture on Name's wall."

☆ Nahoya didn't wait another second to storm over to the situation Souya trotting along behind with his teeth grit.

• "What the hell is this?" Nahoya grunted though his smile never wavered. The indent of anger extremely noticeable on his forehead.

• "Hoya, this is E/N he-"

• "E/N as in your ex?" Souya chimed up before you could finish.

• "You invited your ex here when you knew I was coming? What kind of shit are you pulling here Name?"

☆ His smile began to dip at the edges but it was obvious he was trying to keep up his natural facade. His fists clenching at his side, book bag carefully slipped into Souya's arms behind him.

• "I just needed my stuff back, I promise." You tried to explain, shaking the box in your possession for Nahoya to see.

• "I didn't mean to intrude on your-"

• "You shut the fuck up!"

• "Hoya!"

• "So you thought you should invite him on our date? Are you trying to piss me off?"

• You stomped your foot exasperation slowly starting to take over in your face and tone. "Hoya, I didn't invite him! I told him I was here and he's gonna be on vacation for three weeks but I needed my camera back." You hold up the camera that you'd fished from the box, Desperation thick in your voice. "So he decided to drop my stuff off with me and you just happened to get here before he could leave." You rest your fingertips on the bridge of your nose. Glad for the silence that soon arises.

• "I should go." Your ex whispers doing a little scoot around Nahoya who still hadn't completely cooled off.

• "Hey, stop it." Nahoya grips your chin pulling your shaky form closer to himself. "You should've just asked me to get your shit for you."

• You muster a little giggle, sniffling and wiping your face with the back of your hand. "You would've kicked his ass then brought me my stuff."

• "He would've deserved it."

☆ You pull Nahoya closer though he's still a little hesitant to return your affection.

• "Let me make it up to you please? You and Souya." You turn to Souya who's still holding both his and Nahoya's backpacks.

• "You're paying for lunch today." Nahoya replies pulling you into his side. He lowers his voice leaning into your ear as Souya walks ahead to his bike. "And if I ever see that jackass again I'll break his jaw."

🌟 Kazutora

☆ Baji and him had spent the day riding their motorcycles until they decided to take a break not too far away from the shrine where Toman meetings were always held.

☆ They soon found themselves parking their bikes and skipping stones by the riverbed.

• "So, why is it that you're hanging out with me instead of your partner today?" Baji asked as his stone plopped into the water.

• "They said they had something going on." Kazutora replied

• "If I was with someone that gorgeous I'd be willing to go with them but whatever."

• "Maybe you should have someone before you start dishing out relationship advice."

☆ Baji grinned wide throwing a soft punch which Kazutora caught with a snicker pretending to right hook him. It soon lead into a chase with Baji dodging all of Kazutora's playful jabs walking backwards and making sound effects to go along with each swipe of his fists.

☆ Baji grabbed both of Kazutora's fists pushing him back until he nearly tumbled onto his ass. His laugh unbridled in its volume.

• "Come here Kazutora I'll show you how to throw a real punch."

• "What the fuck.." Kazutora's gaze followed two people walking along the path that went just overhead.

☆ Baji's head whipped around to track Kazutora's gaze stopping on the two people walking side by side almost out of sight at this point.

• "Is that-" Kazutora was nearly gone by the time Baji had processed the words. "Hey!" He called out running to catch up but Kazutora had already sprinted to the top of the bank, jogging along to catch up to the people they'd spotted.

• "Name!" His voice boomed closing the distance scarily quick.

☆ You'd stopped dead in your tracks, turning to face the chilling look in your boyfriend's eyes as he stood before you. Baji right behind and practically out of breath.

• "Who is that?" Kazutora pointed

• "Tora.. baby don't freak out.."

☆ His earring clinked against his face as he stared into your eyes.

• "Are you leaving me now? Is that it?"

• "Tora!" You huff, putting your hands out.

• "Kazutora.." Baji called out already sensing the weight of the situation.

• "She's my ex but listen-"

• "So you are cheating on me.." Kazutora's jaw locks and when you reach out for his sleeves with pleas of his name he just slaps your arms away.

☆ When he leaves he runs for his bike. His leg anchored over the side already gripping the handle bars tightly when Baji's loud scream of his name rips through the air.

☆ He's got his bike out of park but just as he starts to drive away you dash out from nowhere and yank his handle bar.

• "Dammit Tora listen to me!!" You beg, he can clearly see the beginnings of tears stinging the corners of your eyes as you hold onto the hand still clutching his handlebars.

• "What could you possibly say? That it didn't mean anything? That you love me?!"

• "Yes! I do love you! You mean everything to me! I needed to be with E/N today because her mom went missing a couple days ago! The woman that took me in and loved me all my life is out there somewhere and no one knows anything about it so dammit Kazutora if you love me even half as much as I love you, don't leave me right now!"

☆ You latched onto his jacket letting your loud sobs fill the now quiet air.

• "You told me.. You love me.." His whispered tone barely reaches your ears as you continue to choke on your own tears.

• "I.. love you.. Tora.." You hiccuped

☆ His arms wrapped gently around your waist, face deep in the crook of your neck as you slowly began to relax.

• "I'm sorry." You felt him tremble as he held you closer than he ever had before. "I love you.." He reciprocated. "I'm here.."

🌟 Souya/Angry

☆ Souya tended to listen more than you realized. Like when you go on and on about a band you absolutely adore to the point where he stays up until almost 12 am to snag tickets for the two of you to go see them on the weekend. And this was that weekend.

☆ He'd been nearly bursting with excitement over it and now he could finally surprise you with the news after holding it in for a solid week.

☆ He parked his bike across the street from your house, reaching into his jacket pocket for the umpteenth time to check that both tickets were there. After a few more minutes of preparing, blowing into his hand to check his breath, smoothing his sweaty hands over his jacket. He rung your doorbell. The heel of his toe tapping against the floor as he waited for you to answer.

☆ When the door finally opened a person much taller than Souya answered.

• "Yup." The person pursed their lips one hand on the tool belt wrapped around their waist. For a second Souya pondered if he'd somehow rung the wrong doorbell until he looked at the number in plain view embellished on your door front.

• "Who are you?" It definitely came off more aggressive thanks to Angry's naturally violent resting face.

☆ Before the person could answer you came bounding down the stairs, pulling the door open wider.

• "Why the hell would you answer my door?" You spit at the person standing beside you as you pull your boyfriend inside, shutting the door behind him.

• "I think you mean thank you."

• "Fuck off." You tell the person who was already walking back to the kitchen.

☆ The naturally angry imprint on Souya's face seems to deepen as he makes eye contact with you.

• "I wish you had called." You sighed, tugging Souya into the living room by his jacket sleeves.

• "Who the hell is that?"

• "You remember how I said my ex is in the remodeling business.."

• "That's your ex?"

• "Yes but listen! If I work with him I can get a discount, I just want that wall taken out to open up the space a bit more." You gesture to the kitchen where your ex is currently examining the wall. "I would've told you sooner but between my friend coaxing me into doing this remodel and that drunk night with you and Nahoya it was hard to find time."

☆ Souya dipped his hands into his pockets, staring blankly into the distance. His brow furrowed deeper than normal and his foot tapped against the hardwood.

• "If you're uncomfortable with this I'll get someone else.."

• "Get someone else."

• "Wait before you answer." You scoot closer to your still ticked boyfriend and he makes eye contact with you again. "This kind of remodel normally costs way more than the bargain I'm getting with them."

☆ Souya blinked blankly at you.

• "Sou plllleeeeaaasssee, you can be here whenever they are." You gesture to the kitchen.

• "No I can't I have a job."

• "Fine.. I'll call you the entire time." He sighed with a roll of his eyes. And you rubbed both his arms with a long groan of his name. "How about this, I bring you and them to dinner. Once you see how disinterested I am you might be more for it."

• "Not worried about you, I'm worried about them." His forehead rubbed against yours and you giggled.

• "I promise I only love you."

• "Would you love me more if I got tickets to your favorite band for today?"

• "I'm never leaving you." You proclaim wrapping your arms tightly around Souya's midsection. "That's a proposal by the way we're engaged now. I don't make the rules."

• "E/N I'm engaged now!" You yell towards the kitchen.

• "I heard, congrats!" They yelled back

☆ Souya just scoffed but his cheeks bloomed into the deepest shade of red as he walked upstairs with you to your bedroom to help you pick out an outfit for the concert.

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years ago

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Cravings || One

Pairing: Vampire! Hongjoong x Reader

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"Babe, hey babe." Your boyfriend, Chad calls out to you, as you're sitting at the kitchen table, running over over bills again and trying to figure out how the fuck you're going to try to pay everything. You worked damn hard, and barely had anything to show for it. Ever since Chad had moved in a few months ago, without an invitation, you were stressed. Everything had gone up and doubled since he hadn't left, and he also hadn't contributed anything financially towards the household. You paid for rent, utilities, groceries and you even paid when the two of you went out for dinner. Chad worked full time, but where his money was going, you had no fucking idea. He constantly went out with his 'boys' , often coming home obliterated, and just expecting you to have your legs spread open for him when he rolled in, apparently that was your duty as his girlfriend, according to him. As if not contributing and acting like a man child was such a turn on. Not to mention the countless hours he spent on your gaming console, yelling and talking to his friends, leaving you no time to play any games that you like, unless you wanted to wake up a few hours before you had to work to sneak on it. But by the time you got home from work, cleaned up the messes he made throughout the day, made yourself dinner, showered and got into your PJ'S, you were too damn tired to do anything. You knew you had to wake up the next day and do it all over again, so any sleep you got was precious.

A part of you often wondered why you were in this relationship with him. Maybe you were scared to be alone, maybe you didn't think you could do any better than him, but you stuck with him, because for some reason, you loved the guy.

"What do you want, Chad?" You sigh, walking into the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch, headset on and his match paused. "I'm trying to figure out bills, you know that thing that keeps us warm, and with light and hot water, that you said you'd help pay and haven't."

"Yeah, babe, can you go to the corner store and get those Takis, you know the ones I like? The not so spicy ones though babe, cause remember I have acid reflux, and a diet coke." He says, turning back to the screen, laughing at something said through his head phones.

You could feel the rage building up inside of you, awfully quick, and it was seeping out of you even quicker.

"Are you going to pay for said snacks?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm.

"What?" He laughs. "Babe, no, come on. I'm broke. I don't get paid again for two weeks. You know this."

"You just got paid yesterday." You breathe through gritted teeth. "Where the hell did all your money go?" You ask, your hands balled into fists.

"You know babe, I had the fantasy football league entry, plus I owed Kyle money for the keg bomber last weekend, and I took the boys out for supper yesterday. Shit adds up." He says, never looking at you, only focusing on the game.

"And that's my problem, why exactly? Why is it always on me just because you're not financially stable. Grow up, you're 35 for christ sakes!" You yell. You stomp to the kitchen, grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes before heading back into the living room.

"Yeah, she's got her shoes and purse." He laughs. "She's definitely going to get my stuff."

"You know what Chad? I'm definitely not going to get your snacks, get your own fucking snacks, Chaaad. I'm going for a drink, with my own goddamn money." You spit, storming out of the house.

You're wandering down the street, like you had been for the last thirty five minutes, and finally you found somewhere that looked decent enough. You walk in, and the lights are on very low, the place is almost dark, had it not been for the red lights swinging above tables, or the string of red lights wrapping around the ceiling. Your eyes wander the open floor of seating as a soft beat vibrates through the building. Every person in here who was sitting with someone was leaning closely to that person, seemingly having an intense conversation. The vibes felt dark and eerie, but you welcomed it, you enjoyed it instead of being around Chad's fuck boy mentality. You walk towards the bar, sliding onto one of the empty bar stools and setting your purse on your lap. Your eyes were looking down when you felt a presence standing in front of you. You look up and see quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever seen.

"What can I get for you?" He asks, his voice is deep, yet so smooth and calming.

"Double vodka and coke please, and for the love of god, keep them coming." You sigh. After your comment you see the slightest hint of a smile appear on his lips, disappearing even quicker than it came.

"Bad day?" He asks, beginning to pour your drink.

"Bad relationship." You groan. He nods his head as he slides your drink towards you.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, leaning on the bar with his chin resting on his hands as he waits for you to speak. You look into his eyes, and they're so warm and mesmerizing, you felt safe and secure, like you could tell him anything. Which is exactly what you did.

"What's your name?" You ask.

"Hongjoong." He replies. "You?"

"Y/N."

"Okay Y/N, what's bothering you?"

"My boyfriend, we've been together for just over a year, and well.. he's something, and not the good something like people usually say. He moved in with me, without even asking me if I wanted to, and I just kind of accepted it. He doesn't pay anything, no bills, rent, groceries, nothing. It's all on me, even though he does work full time. He forgot my birthday, went out and got absolutely plastered with his 'boys'. On Valentine's Day, he took me out for dinner, and can you guess who was there?" You ask.

"His boys?" He answered.

"You sir, are correct. I was ignored the entire evening, and then he and his boys left, I ended up paying the bill, and I had to uber home because he had driven us there. Not to mention the fact that he assumes I'm just there for his pleasure, expecting me to be spread eagle for him whenever he decides to show up." You finish, chugging your drink as you try not to gag on the strong taste of vodka.

"Why are you with him then? He doesn't sound like he contributes to the relationship at all, so why do you stay?" He asks.

'Honestly, I'm not entirely sure." You answer as he slides another drink in front of you.

"Now that's a bullshit excuse." He replies. "There's a reason that you clearly don't want to admit."

"Do you ever smile?" You ask him.

"No." He answers. "Now, why won't you leave him?"

"Because it's safe, I guess? I don't know if I can do any better than him." You shrug.

"Y/N, you have no idea how much better you could do." He says.

From the moment Hongjoong had a whiff of the scent that was coming into his bar, he knew that it was the scent of the one. He intensely watched the door, waiting for the one it belonged too to walk through the door. As soon as you did, it was almost as though his heart could have started beating once again, the ice cold blood that ran through his body could have turned warm just by the sight of you. He isn't sure what it is about you, but he had always been told that he would know when he found the one, and having been alive for over a century, he had just assumed that it wasn't in the cards for him, and now he knows why. Because all his life he had been waiting for you. The person that he would do anything for, the person that he would be anything for had finally walked into his life, and for once he felt an ounce of hope, until, you had mentioned the filthy human you were in a relationship with, not to mention one that treated you like absolute garage, and you had assumed that no one better would love you, but shit were you ever wrong. He was standing right in front of you, and though you had just met him, he loved you with everything he had and would do anything and everything to protect you.

"I appreciate your advice, Hongjoong, but it's getting late and I have to work tomorrow." You sigh. "How much do I owe you?" You ask, grabbing your card from your wallet.

"It's on me." He tells you, grabbing your empty glass.

"Well thank you." You smile. "It was nice meeting you." You tell him as you slide off the stool.

"You too." He says, watching you walk away from him.

That night when you got home, you couldn't get Hongjoong off your mind, a smile spread across your face as you walked through your front door, and headed into the living room, then it instantly dropped. Chad had not moved from the spot you had previously left him in a few hours ago. "Oh, babe." He says, sucking the cheeto dust from his fingers. "Kyle brought me some snacks, since you threw a huge temper tantrum about my snacks, you can just venmo or cash app him, k?" He says, going back to playing his game.

You went to bed that night, dreaming of one man, who was not your man.

Over the next few weeks, you had absolutely no desire to be at home. So you headed to the bar that Hongjoong worked at, everyday after work for a drink, or two, or four. In those weeks the two of you spent an ample amount of time getting to know each other, you were sure he knew you better than Chad ever did. You didn't want to see Chad, you didn't want to be near him and it was bad enough that he constantly texted you throughout the day, sending you lists of things to buy from the grocery store, as if he wasn't able to do it himself. But much to your surprise, he didn't text you when you never came home with his snacks, he didn't check in with you throughout the day, and honestly it no longer bothered you.

You felt your feelings for Hongjoong deepen with every encounter the two of you had, every time you saw him it was like nothing you had ever felt with Chad, your emotions were amplified around Hongjoong and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep them hidden.

"One more." You tell Hongjoong, as you set down your fourth glass.

You can tell he wants to smile, but he's too good at controlling his emotions. "You've had enough, I'm cutting you off." He tells you.

You pout, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but absolutely nothing got to the man and it was frustrating as fuck.

"A bad storm is coming, you should probably get home." He tells you, drying off some glasses.

"I don't want to go home, he's there." You scoff, just thinking about Chad made you want to vomit. "I guess I could just get a motel room, at that place across the street." You say, pointing over to the run down motel, that had flickering lights, and probably a rat and cockroach infestation.

"You will do no such thing." Hongjoong replies. "You can stay at my place." He says. "Give me a minute." He walks from around the bar, towards the back of the building, and you can't help but to turn in your stool and watch him walk away, damn he looks good.

Within seconds he's back, grabbing your bag and scooping you up into his arms as he effortlessly carries you out the door.

"I can walk." You object.

"I know." He says, his face stone cold.

"You're very pale." You tell him, as if he didn't know.

"I know." He replies, unlocking the door to his car.

"And you're very cold." You say.

He sighs. "I know." He finishes as he slides you into the passenger seat of his car.

As soon as he started his car, the rain began pouring as thunder and lightning jolted the sky.

"You were right, there's a storm." You say, watching out your window.

"I know." He replies, this time it sounded different. You turned to look at him, hoping you'd catch him smiling but no such luck.

He continues driving, taking you out into the middle of nowhere, out of city limits, this was it, this was probably when you died. You panicked slightly but you felt it in your entire body that he was not going to murder you, at least not that night.

Hongjoong pulls up to a gate, punching in a few numbers to open the gate, which just blocked off a winding road. You squinted as you tried to see where you were going but it was far too dark for you to see anything, until you pulled up to a beautiful mid-century mansion that made your mouth drop. It was absolutely stunning and you couldn't believe that he lived there.

"Seriously? This is where you live?" You say.

"MY family, but yeah." He answers, parking the car near the entrance.

He hops out of his seat, walking towards your side to open the door for you, pulling you inside before you get too wet. He dragged you up a large flight of stairs, not letting you admire the inside of his house. He put you inside a large room, with a large bed and a bathroom ensuite. "There's towels if you want to shower, I'll be back in a bit to check on you." He says, avoiding all eye contact before walking out of the room.

You let out a deep breath as you take off your heels, unbutton your pants and unhook your bra, placing it all next to the bed. You sit down on the bed in your underwear and t-shirt, wondering what to do, until your phone rings.

Looking at the caller ID, you didn't want to answer it, but you felt it would be unfair for you to do so.

"Hello?" You answer.

"Hey babe, it's me.. it's Chad." He says.

"I know who it is." You sigh.

"Look.. I know you've been terrible, oh, wait, I mean I've been terrible in our relationship lately but I want to make almonds." He says. "No idiot, it's amends." You hear from the background.

"Are you kidding me right now? Do you seriously have Brad over to help you?" You yell.

"Well yeah, he noticed that we were drifting apart and offered to help me get you back." Chad explains.

You get up off the bed, pacing on the hardwood floors as you tried to process what he just said to you.

"The fact that you didn't even notice that we were drifting apart is all that I need to hear. You know what, Chad? I'm done. I'm done with this relationship, I'm done with you. Just get out of my apartment, I'm over it." You yell, hanging up the phone.

You stand there, taking deep breaths as you replay the conversation you just had, he didn't even care enough to notice that you'd been pulling away. That kind of hurt, but then again it was Chad. He was never very perceptive.

A knock at the door before it suddenly opens, reveals Hongjoong, walking into the room. He tried to play it cool with the fact that you were practically naked in front of it.

"I heard yelling. You okay?" He asks as lightning strikes, causing the power to flicker.

"Chad called, he had his friend Brad over to feed him lines because Brad noticed we were drifting apart." You explain. "But I did it. I ended things." You proudly admit.

"Good for you." He says, staring at you, while you stare back at him. A crack of thunder hits loudly, making you jump, and within seconds Hongjoong's arms are wrapped around you, like he was protecting you. You look at him and he looks at you, and before you can tell yourself not to, your lips are pressed against him, and he is kissing you back.

The kiss turns passionate and needy in seconds, both of your desires for one another coming out without any control. He moves you both to the bed, laying you down as he hovers over you, his strong arms keeping him above you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to yours, feeling him near was all you'd wanted. His ice cold fingers touch your stomach as he begins to lift your shirt up, you can feel his cock slowly becoming harder. You begin lifting his shirt, when his phone rings. He stands up, whispering an apology before answering his phone, barely speaking any words.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I have some things to take care of." He says.

"Oh, yeah, no problem." You say, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Get some sleep." He tells you before walking out of the bedroom door, leaving you alone once again.

You tried to fight the exhaustion you felt, but it was far too hard. You got snuggled underneath the blankets, watching the door, hoping he would come back but your eyelids got too heavy for you to keep open, and you swiftly drifted off to sleep, finally feeling some peace.

The warm sun was shining into the room, waking you up. You let out a little stretch before opening your eyes, only to see five men standing around you. You sit up, moving to the wall, as these men stare at you. You looked at them all, and they all looked similar to Hongjoong. Pale skin, dark eyes, dark head, blood red lips.

"Who are you?" One of them asks.

"Y/N." You whisper.

Another one speaks up, looking at the other four men. "Who the fuck brought a human home?"

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boldlyvoid · 3 years ago

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no but trying to convince (s5) spencer to grow a stash, but he doesn't feel convinced as he thinks emily and derek are going to tease him about it and your answer "what does it matter? if it get you pussy" "i already get pussy..." he smirked but then "...alright you do it" so you you take a bath together and in there you shave him, leaving the stash (cos if if he changes his mind he has your tits to distract him) ... and you know what? maybe he can't use his leg or his knee but he can use his pretty mouth👀

you know me so well, just look at this and tell me he shouldn't have a stash? no one will laugh cause he looks surprisingly amazing with just a stash

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it doesn't take much convincing. since his accident, she's been taking care of him at home. including hopping in the bath with him, washing his hair, shaving for him. the whole shebang. and she'd do it for the rest of her life if she had to, it honestly made their bond stronger and she loved how cuddly he was when she took care of him.

sometimes he let his facial hair grow in on long cases, or on weekends between cases when he didn't have the energy to do anything. she'd carefully sit in his lap in the bathtub, and cover his cheek and neck in shaving cream and carefully run the razer along the curves of his face.

he would try and keep a straight face for her, staring up at her, adoringly, like she's the only woman in the whole world. his hands rest on her back, slipping down to her butt where he takes a few handfuls just because he can. she would giggle, shaking her head as she continued to shave his face, often trying out new beard and moustache designs and laughing at him until he kissed her to shut her up.

pulling her in close, getting shaving cream all on her face and neck and he covered her in kisses, keeping her giggles going because it was like medicine to him. he could do anything as long as he could hear her giggles.

"what if we left the stash as is for a while?" she whispers, enjoying the tickle that the hair on his upper lip made. sending a shiver through her as she imagined how good it would feel elsewhere.

"why?" he looks up at her, wet hands still wandering her body.

"I like it..." she shrugs slightly. "it feels nice."

he smirks, "I can shave it in the morning before work," he gives in easily.

"nooo," she whines, "I love it, actually. it's my favorite thing down there," she points down at where their bodies meet.

he laughs, unable to stop the smile that erupts on his face, he continues kissing her neck to hide it. "I'm serious," she whispers. "keep the stash, please? and you can do me whenever you want..."

he laughs again, "you're more insatiable than me."

"yeah, especially when you have the stash..." she carefully grinds against him, teasingly, "you can't tell me you don't love spreading my legs and eating me out whenever you want?"

he groans, pulling her even closer to him and nudging his hard cock against her under the water. "fine, but if I get bullied at work I'm telling them why."

"I don't care," she smirks, winning like normal. "we could buy a billboard for the building that says 'I like when my husband eats me out with a stash', why would I be embarrassed by the best orgasms in the world?"

"the best?" he let her stroke his ego when he wish she was stroking him somewhere else.

she nods, moving to sit on the edge of the tub, she spreads her legs and shrugs, "care to demonstrate?"

it wasn't the first time they did this, letting his leg float weightlessly in the water as he turned to the side and buried his face in her pussy. she gripped the tub with one hand, holding his wet hair out of his face with the other and tugging on it as he fucked her with his tongue. the feeling of his top lip on her clit, the way her cum glistened against it, the tickle it left and the way just having a stash made him 10x more aggressive down there.

she tossed her head back, moaning as she got closer and closer, noticing his hand had moved to his own cock. Stroking himself as he worked, moaning against her, enjoying it just as much as she did.

"fuck, right there baby," she's so close, pushing his face against her more as he flicks his tongue on her clit. he drops his cock, pushing two fingers inside he rather easily, curling them to rub her g spot and send her right over the edge.

her moans echo along the porcelain tiles of the bathroom as he continues to fuck her through it. he groans against her, and she knows he just finished as well, untouched, he cums just from the sounds she makes.

"see," she pants, "best. orgasms. ever."

#i love him so much it makes me go insane #ask #spencer reid #blurbs #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid imagine

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Maybe a Childe x reader x Zhongli (poly) domestic fluff/parenting headcanons? (Fem pronouns preferred)

poly parenting is very rare but i feel like it’s going to become more common as we progress as a society :)) hope u enjoyed

before reading: usual cut for baby/child/parenting lol, also there’s no mention of who the father is (could be whoever u want)

babies

you were married to your husbands for a little over a year before you surprised them with a pregnancy announcement

all of you were excited to start your family and were elated to find out you were having twins, a little girl and boy

though they both loved each child equally, zhongli tended to spend more time with your daughter and childe your son

your family was untraditional but you made it work

having three sets of hands around really helped alleviate the stress of being a mother (you had to feed your children and there was a special connection and bond you had with them that your husbands didn’t)

zhongli had no problem getting up at night to help with diaper changes or fussy dreams and childe liked to take your babies on walks through liyue during the day

when your babies grew old enough to start doing things on their own, it was a race to see whose name they were going to say first

your son blabbered out “mama” one day and childe pouted for a week straight

your daughter fell behind your son for a while, becoming the second to roll over or start crawling or talking so zhongli took extra time to sit with her at night and help her catch up

so it really wasn’t a surprise she said “dada” to him (childe was very upset again)

zhongli or you are in charge of dressing the babies since childe literally forgot to put on their onesies once

childe is the warmest though and sometimes when he falls asleep on the couch, you and zhongli will lay the babies on top of him because he’s like their personal heater (it’s also really cute)

lots of family cuddles in your big bed

your husbands on either side of you and your babies somewhere in the middle

children

cue childe running through the house with your son on his shoulders and your daughter nearly falling out of his arms

zhongli is the type of dad to scold his kids for sneaking snacks before dinner but absolutely cracking when they give him puppy-dog eyes (you and childe are the ones who sneak them the snacks)

sometimes zhongli is a little hard on the kids, making them do their homework as soon as they get home or making them read chapter books early

he just wants them to be smart and excel but you and childe often have to remind zhongli that they’re kids and they have their entire life to prepare for the future

your daughter is still infatuated with him and it’s nice to have intimate moments with her and zhongli when childe takes your son out for the day (you have intimate moments with childe too)

zhongli has tea parties with your daughter and childe teaches your son how to use a bow at a much too young age

you have family nights every weekend, whether it’s zhongli sharing a story from his past or childe giving the kids a new game to play together

you have a heart attack anytime your kids do something reckless and since childe is one of their fathers, they’re constantly doing reckless things

one time you came home to zhongli tied up to a chair and both of your kids circling him thrusting empty paper towel rolls into the air

their excuse was that daddy said dad was a dragon and we were the knights that needed to capture him

zhongli was not amused

this is obvious but these kids are SPOILED

you and zhongli definitely try to ration gifts and presents but if your kids really want something, they go to childe who they know will buy it for them instantly

your daughter becomes a bit of a diva because of this, demanding new cor lapis earrings everytime you all head down to the harbor (and childe always gets them for her)

the most important thing the three of you agree on is that your kids can be whoever they want - they’re allowed to wear any style of clothing that makes they comfortable, cut their hair or grow it out, experiment in their gender expression and sexuality

you know liyue is changing and your kids are going to be the future

you get very emotional the more milestones your kids reach because you know it means they’re growing up and they’re not your little babies anymore

The day your twins start their first day of school, you’re an emotional mess. You were an emotional mess the night before and no matter how much your husbands consoled you, the feelings carried over.

You were helping your son put on his jacket when your eyes filled with tears again and you found yourself crushing the little boy in your arms.

“Mama, I can’t breathe,” He said quietly. The five year old wiggled in your arms and you finally let him go, wiping your eyes. Childe was beside you the second he heard you sniffle and took over dressing your son.

“Isn’t it too hot for a jacket?” Zhongli commented from across the room where he was tying your daughter’s sneakers. Her outfit was very cohesive (and very expensive).

“What if it starts raining? Or what if it’s cold in the classroom! Or what if there’s a sudden snowstorm-”

Your ramblings are interrupted by Childe wrapping an arm around your kneeling body. “It’s going to be fine,” He says, “If you get too hot, you can take off the coat. Alright, bud?”

“Okay, daddy.”

Zhongli finishes stuffing the kid’s backpacks with their school supplies and helps each child slip their arms through the straps. He was hesitant to send your children to a school at first, wanting to homeschool them, but you insisted that it would be better for them. You had gone to school in Liyue and the people that taught you were the same people that would be teaching your children.

“We’re going to be late,” Childe said, checking the time, “Everyone ready?”

There was a chorus of “yes” and Childe gathered your children at the front door. Your bottom lip was still quivering at the sight of the twins in their new clothes and little backpacks. Childe grabbed each of their hands and Zhongli trailed behind, opting to wrap an arm around your waist in case you started crying again.

“Whose more excited?” Childe teased, starting the short walk to the school building.

“I am!” Your daughter cheered.

“No, I am,” Your son said quieter. Childe only laughed and flexed his bicep, pulling both kids off the ground for a moment. They giggled.

“They’re excited!” You blubbered to Zhongli, unable to control the tears. Zhongli wiped away your tears with a small smile.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” He asked.

You nodded and repeated, “They’re excited.”

“Daddy, are you and mama and dad going to go to school too?” Your daughter asked. Childe peered over his shoulder and shared a cheeky grin with you and Zhongli.

“We’re too old for school,” Zhongli answered.

“Oh,” She said, “Then what are you going to do?”

The question made you and your husbands freeze. What were you going to do? You had dedicated the last five years of your lives to spending every waking moment with your babies, what were you going to do now that they wouldn’t be with you for hours at a time?

“I think mama is going to miss you,” Childe answered cheekily, “And me and dad are going to practice sparring. Root for daddy, okay?”

Zhongli rolled his eyes but was too tired to counter. The kids laughed again and cheered for Childe until all of you arrived at the school building. It blended right into the city of Liyue and you would have missed it if it wasn’t for the familiar woman standing outside. She greeted you, ecstatic to see a former student of hers now had children of their own.

Childe and Zhongli said goodbye to the twins first, kissing their cheeks and ruffling their hair. They moved to the side and let you crouch down to their level. You bit your lip to hold back even more tears and wrapped your arms around your kids. You pulled them into your chest and they snuggled right in.

“Be good to Madam Changyang, okay?” You whispered into their ears.

“We will, mama,” Your daughter answered and your son agreed. Finally, you pulled away and Madam Changyang gave you a sympathetic smile before ushering your kids inside the building.

“You did good,” Zhongli told you when you stood back up. “They’ll be back in your arms in no time.”

It was Childe’s turn to hold and kiss you. “Would a nice lunch at the Pavilion cheer you up? My treat.”

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