#id go to the park w my parents a lot and we would have a lot of fun together

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

The swingset

A-Yuan had been particularly energic that day, running around the large park and playground, taking turns to enjoy all the toys and games available. One moment he was climbing up the monkey bars, another he found a friend to play on the seesaw with, then he decided he wanted to go down the slide or have some sort of castle building competition with the kids messing about in the sand pit.

His two dads found him extremely adorable and followed along his adventures, taking sneaky pictures as they relaxed on the park benches, talking about whatever came to mind and snacking on ice cream and other sugary treats. No wonder A-Yuan had been bursting with excitement that day, he had eaten quite a bit of their stash of candy - but he was a kid after all, and childhood means nearly unlimited access to sweets every now and then.

They spent something like four or five hours in the park that day, trailing behind A-Yuan, sometimes joining him in his fun when his friends became tired and returned to their homes.

It was equal parts endearing as it was funny to see Wei Ying pretend he couldn't outrun A-Yuan at his whole 30 years of age and atheltic abilities, letting him win by a ridiculous landslide, sore loser theatrics soothed by hugs and cheek kisses. He even wanted to get on the slide at some point but Lan Zhan talked him out of it (hardly, by the way), otherwise he would have become stuck about halfway through, complaining about how fun should have no age limit.

He did climb inside one of those little, tall play houses, and, giggling, leaned against the colorful railing with A-Yuan by his side, playfully winking at his husband who waited for them nearby, carrying all their many items effortlessly despite number and volume.

"Lan Zhaaan!" He whined, dramatically sighing as he let his hair fall over the railing, almost like Rapunzel. "We're stuck up here and cannot get out, won't you save us?"

Lan Zhan sighed fondly, placing everything he held on a bench to free his arms. Wei Ying and A-Yuan giggled so loudly and happily that Lan Zhan was sure his heart would burst from how beautiful it sounded.

The two stood at the edge of the playhouse ensemble, pretending not to see the very obvious stairwell leading down, as Lan Zhan extended his arms.

"Jump."

"What if you don't catch us?" Wei Ying playfully cried out, holding onto little A-Yuan. "I don't wanna get hurt!"

"A-Die will catch us for sure!" A-Yuan quipped, reassuringly. "He is always there for us!"

Wei Ying ruffled the boy's hair affectionately. "That he is." He returned to his theatrics, though. "I'm still scared though!"

"Here, I'll go first! You'll see it's all safe and come after me, okay?"

Wei Ying nodded once, solemnly, before breaking into a grin as he watched A-Yuan jump and land right in Lan Zhan's arms, laughing with delight when he received a little spin before being put on the ground.

It felt a bit nostalgic when Wei Ying let go and fell in his husband's embrace as well.

"See? I told you it will be fine!" A-Yuan intervened, breaking the moment before running off. "The swing is free! Let's go!"

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan shared a loving look and followed suit.

--

Wei Ying pushed A-Yuan's swing as Lan Zhan struggled to find their phones in their bags to make an order at their favorite restaurant for takeout. They would pass by it on the way home and it was the perfect way to avoid the delivery fee and waiting time while also getting to spend a bit more time together and not cooking.

"Higher up, baba!" A-Yuan all but ordered, receiving a disapproving look from Lan Zhan.

"It is not safe to swing too high at your age."

A-Yuan rolled his eyes and turned to briefly look towards Wei Ying, who shrugged apologetically.

"We have to listen, we don't want to make A-Die worry, right?"

"I guess..." the pout was so adorable that Wei Ying couldn't resist pushing the swing a bit harder, A-Yuan laughing happily at the increase.

"Wei Ying."

"It's fine, I'm right here."

Lan Zhan supposed that was true, but he couldn't help worrying a little. Accidents could happen at any moment and last thing he wanted was their perfect day to end in a trip to the hospital.

When he finally retrieved his phone and put in the order for their food, he was stunned to see A-Yuan had jumped off the swing, rushing to greet his best friend Jingyi, who had just swung by with his mom for a quick trip before dinner.

"The food should be done in about 30 minutes."

"Great! I'm starving, A-Yuan's really worn me out, sugar rush and all."

And he sat on the swing, lightly moving it as he looked around, at everything and nothing in particular at once.

"There was a park near where I... lived before Uncle Jiang took me in. I spent most of the day there before I started looking for shelter in the evening."

Lan Zhan locked his phone, listening attentively, his eyes soft with both love and sadness.

"I loved the swingset there. There was only one, because the playground was really small, so there were always kids queueing up for a turn. I wanted to go too, but I guess... I don't know, they never let me."

Wei Ying looked towards where Sizhui and Jingyi chased one another, laughing boisterously.

"So I'd wait until the park was empty and go to the swingset by myself. Of course, it wasn't as fun as it looked, since I didn't have anyone push me, and it was dark and cold. But I was still glad I could do it."

Wei Ying hadn't realized Lan Zhan was behind him until he felt a light push to his swing. His eyes filled with tears, but he couldn't help but smile through them.

"Hold on tight." was the only thing Lan Zhan said before Wei Ying was hoisted into the air, laughter bubbling out of him unexpectedly. His hair flew chaotically with the movement as his ribbon had fallen off, and he was swinging so high up that for a moment he felt like he was flying.

His tears dispersed in the wind, the familiar feeling of love and belonging filling his chest as he laughed and laughed, happiness spilling out of every pore of his being.

And in that outpouring of joy, Lan Wangji was glad Wei Ying couldn't see him discreetly dry his eyes as he watched the love of his life get to be a happy kid, at least for a moment or two more.

[endlessthxxghts]

Animals

DBF!joel miller x afab!reader || W/C: ≈2.5k

Summary: Joel randomly calls you and tells you to meet him outside. Your parents are home though, and you can't necessarily tell them that Joel, your father's best friend, is asking you to go with him somewhere. Do you give a little white lie and leave, or do you wait until it's safer?

Warnings: Age gap (unspecified, but legal). Reader still lives with parents but she is an adult. Nosy and controlling ass parents to their child who's a grown ass adult. SMUT 18+ MDNI. Inappropriate car activities while driving. Handjob. Blowjob. Pulling into a parking lot in broad daylight to do some stuff... P in V unprotected. ✨Save a horse, ride a cowboy (in a parking lot)✨ Reader has bit of a size kink. Cum swallowing... Is there a term for kissing with semen in both y'all's mouths??? (Don't look at me...). Possessive kink. Spanking (just once though). Getting caught... Exhibitionism...😵‍💫 I think that’s as much as I can say without spoiling anything, so! After you read it, let me know if there’s anything that I should put in here that I missed out on!

A/N: One of my all-time favorite songs is Animals by Nickelback. As of lately, though, with all my Joel brain rot, I can't NOT think DBF!Joel every time I play it... so... here we are... I recommend listening before or when you read, just to really add to the experience hehehe.😈 @javierpena-inatacvest I hope you’re hungry!😋 Enjoy, y’all!!!

MASTERLIST

You’re beside me on the seat,

Got your hand between my knees,

And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze.

“Two minutes, get your ass outside.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. You blindly brought your phone up to your ear with your parents in the room with you, not taking the time to check the caller ID. 

“I-” you start as you head to the bathroom, not wanting your parents to overhear anything. “I can’t just leave right now, and especially not with you.” He scoffs over the phone. “I was at the dining table with my parents, jackass.” 

“But you’re not anymore, right?” 

“No.”

“And they didn’t question you?”

“Didn’t give them the chance to.”

“Just get out here. I’ll drive off quick, no one will see,” he states matter-of-factly.

“Joel,” you say, your tone betraying your logical responses.

“Now,” he says before ending the call. 

Your heart racing, you peer at yourself in the mirror, making sure you look semi-presentable even though you know Joel’s intentions are going to ruin your appearance anyway. You leave the bathroom, heading for the front door as fast as possible. 

“Who called ya?” your dad asked. 

“Going somewhere?” your mother followed.

“Just a friend. And I’m gonna step out real quick, I’ll be back in a bit,” you say nonchalantly, not trying to raise any suspicion. Your mother raises her brow at you. 

“I really hope you both find the value in respecting people’s privacy,” you say, stepping out the front door as you speak, erasing the chances of any further commentary. That may have come across more harsh than you would have liked, but even into adulthood, the three of you have gotten into huge fights for your whereabouts. It’s not like you left them in the dark all the time or kept them up late waiting for you to get home. You were living under their roof, so you still respected their time. Yet, it was never enough. And you were too wound up thinking about Joel to bite your tongue.

He parked a house away, and you’re practically running at the speed of light to get into the passenger side so he can pull away before your parents decide to make it to the window to gain any more information they can. 

As soon as you get into the passenger seat, though, Joel has different plans as he immediately puts one hand around your waist and the other on the thigh closest to him. You’re barely able to shut the door before he pulls you into the middle of the bench seat of his truck, your body flushed against his. You squeak out at his quickness, his strength. He smirks at it. 

He lets his hand on your thigh drag up your body and situate itself on your jaw, turning your face to his and kissing you deeply, all tongue and teeth and thickened spit due to how fucking turned on both of you are. 

You pull away, breathless, “Baby, you need to drive off, now.”

“Shit, sorry,” he says, releasing his hold on you. “Stop distractin’ me,” he playfully scolds, a smile full of trouble across his face as he pulls out of the neighborhood. 

You scoff at him now, perplexed at his audacity to tell you that you’re distracting him. It makes an idea pop in your head. You’ll show him a distraction. 

You shift your body to face him. Your hand lands on his thigh, running up and down lightly, getting closer to his hardened bulge that’s been begging for your attention since he dialed your number. 

His grip on the wheel tightens, his jaw twitching, “Darlin’,” he grits. “What are you doin’?”

“Oh, nothing,” you say as you lean in closer, licking a stripe up his neck, your mouth at his ear. “Just,” you cup his erection, “being a distraction.”

His hips push up into your hand. He is painfully hard right now, his entire neck and face a bright red from your ministrations. You unzip his jeans, pulling it and his underwear down to let his cock free. You moan at the sight.

“I’m warnin’ you, girl.”

“Want me to stop?” 

Silence. 

He moves his arm closest to you to sprawl along the back of the bench seat, giving you complete access to him as he attempts to drive you two to God knows where. 

You scoot closer in, and let out a content giggle. You place a wet kiss at his pulse point, whispering in his ear, “Thought so, baby.”

You bring your hand up to your mouth and let your spit pool in your hand, bringing it back down to his length, spreading it all over before you wrap your fingers around him.

“Joel, baby, fuck-” you moan in his ear as you slowly begin pumping him, “look how fucking big you are in my hands,” you whine. “Can barely wrap my hand around you,” you say as you nip at his neck again. 

Joel begs his eyes to stay on the road, knowing that if he were to look down right now, he’d lose every ounce of his control — on both his self restraint and his damn truck. But, God damn, the slapping sound of your hand on his spit-soaked cock as you whine and writhe at his side has him desperate. He glances down for barely a millisecond, and he can’t help the groan that leaves his throat, his head threatening to throw itself back in utter pleasure. 

“Am I doing good, baby?” You ask him. “A good distraction?” You add, your lips ghosting his jaw with each syllable. 

“F-fuckin H-hell, baby,” he stutters, hips softly meeting every push and pull of your hand. “G-gonna make me c-crash this f-fuckin’ car.” 

With his admission, your grip gets a little tighter, pumps get a little faster, and you're giving extra attention to the head of his cock. He’s pulsing beneath you, breathing erratic, and you can’t stop the urge to lean down and take him into your mouth. 

On instinct, Joel’s foot falls a little heavier on the gas, causing him to drive a little roughly over a bump on the road. His dick pushes deeper into your mouth, causing the tip to hit at the back of your throat. 

The spit that forms from your gag reflex gives you an easier ability to devour him just as he likes—warm, wet, and sloppy. Your head begins to bob faster, your hand still supporting the base of him as you periodically cup him below, and he’s an absolute mess. 

You pull away for one moment in a choked breath, your hand now jacking him off, and you look up at him through your eyelashes. 

“I know you’re close, baby, I feel it,” you gasp out as your hand squeezes a little more, at the pressure you know makes him break. “Need you to cum, baby, need you to fill my fucking throat,” and with that, your mouth is back on him. 

“Oh, f-fu-…” Joel nearly growls out, immediately pulling into some random parking lot, thankful the nearest slot was empty. The second the car is in park, he’s shooting his load down your throat, his hand flying to the back of your head to keep you stuffed full of him. 

The way that you’re so turned on right now just by giving him the sloppiest head he has ever experienced has you absolutely dripping—an absolute moaning mess, vibrating him into overstimulation. He pulls you off, and you can’t help the blissed out smirk that forms on your face as you swallow almost everything he gave you, residue dripping down your chin. 

He brings your face to his, and his tongue collects up his own spend, feeding it back to you in a desperate, sloppy kiss—if you can even call it that. 

As your lips tangle in a nasty embrace, he’s quick to rip your bottoms off as he settles you on his lap. The feel on your pussy of his spent cock slowly getting erect again has you moaning into his mouth, your hips grinding down onto him, arousal coating him, urging him back to his full, hard length. 

“Sh-shit,” falls from your mouth as his trails further down, leaving kisses down your throat. Joel brings his hand down to pump himself a few more times, ensuring he’s at full attention. Your hips lift up on instinct, Joel notching his tip at your soaking entrance. 

You lower yourself onto him, going in with ease with how wet both you and him are, the stretch of him still providing that delicious burn. No matter how prepared or lubed up either of you are, that burn will never go away. You never want it to. It flips a certain switch of lust within you—an animalistic need—knowing just how fucking big he is, knowing that it’s all for you. 

Usually when you’re on top, he’s extra sensitive, and you wait for him to give the signal for you to move. That need is there, though, and you can’t wait. As soon as your hips are flushed with his, you’re immediately lifting back up and dropping down on him again, maintaining a brutal pace that has you both uttering incoherent filth. 

You place your hands on either side of his head, gripping the back of his seat to give you better momentum as you bounce on him. His hands are gripping at the globes of your ass, guiding your movements, fingertip-shaped bruises threatening to form. “Fuck, sweet girl,” he lets out, “just like that, baby.” His face is nuzzled in between your breasts, nipping and licking at them with every bounce of your thrusts. 

His words cause your pussy to flutter, a possessive feeling gliding down your spine. Your one hand releases the chair and grasps at the curls on the base of his neck. “T-tell me,” you stutter, “t-tell me who my p-pussy belongs to,” you get out, licking into his mouth before you let him answer. 

His hips begin to meet your movements, his pubic bone providing the cherry on top to unravel you. His lips are against yours, breaths intertwining into the thick air, windows beginning to fog. “Mine,” Joel growls. Your hips speed up, the truck shaking and squeaking with every movement. “This pussy is mine. You,” he breathes, “are fuckin’ mine,” a stinging pain fills your senses before your brain registers the slap to your ass. 

Your thighs begin to shake and your body goes rigid, your climax teetering against the edge. 

“Joel,” you cry out. 

“I’ve got you, pretty girl, let go for me,” he coos. And just as he’s about to hold you down to fuck up into you, a car parks right next to you, door immediately slamming as the person gets out and urgently peers into the driver’s side window. 

Both of you are too close to stop your movements, the person’s face outside the car falling into pure horror and shock at what’s going on inside. 

“Oh!” you scream out, both of you using all your strength to stop but unable to.

“That’s my dad outside the car!”

Oh please, the keys, they’re not in the ignition,

Must have wound up on the floor while we were switching our positions. 

Before you know it, you’re pulsing around his cock as he fills up another one of your holes with thick, hot ropes of his cum. 

Neither of you realize just when your father scrambled back into his car and drove away, but the idea of getting caught turned both of you on more than you’d ever admit. 

You don’t get off of him just yet, both of you sitting in each other’s sweaty embrace as you let your breathing and heart rates return to normal. 

“So…” he says, rubbing circles on the small of your back. 

You look up at him, chin perched on his chest. “So,” you giggle. 

“What the fuck do we do?” he asks, wordlessly referring to the mishap with your father.

Not as worried, you mess with him before giving a serious answer. “Mmm,” you say as you place a light kiss to his chest, “I was thinking you give me your boxers since you ripped the only bottoms I have on me, and you deal with the jeans chafing your balls until you get back home.”

His eyes go wide, completely forgetting that he did that, and silently cursing himself for doing something so stupid. Luckily he decided to actually wear underwear today.

“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m so sorry, I just-” he pauses for a moment. “You fuckin’ distracted me!” he says before he completely busts out in laughter, a deep howl filling the car. You smack his chest, your laughter following suit. 

“You motherfucker,” you say, sitting up a little straighter, pulling him in for a chaste kiss. 

He smiles at you, pure warmth and adoration in his eyes. He clears his throat, his face a little more serious. “I, uh, I was actually talkin’ about your old man, though.”

“I know,” you say, completely unbothered.

“Are you not worried?”

You shrug your shoulders. “No.”

“You don’t think he’s gonna try and wring my neck out?”

“Baby,” you laugh, “no, he’s not gonna wring your neck out. I wouldn’t let him, anyway.”

“Oh, gee. Thanks,” he deadpans.

“I promise you, I’ve got it taken care of.”

His fingers grasp your chin, pulling you in for another kiss, a little longer than the last. “I trust you.”

As soon as you enter the front door, you see both your parents at the dining table again. Though, this time around, instead of controlling and angry, they look pale and embarrassed. 

You stroll to the dining table, not caring to sit down, and you get straight to the point. They can’t even look you in the eye. 

“So? Did we learn our lesson about-”

“Yes,” your parents say in unison, “please just,” your mother continues as your dad starts to retreat anywhere else but here. “Let’s not talk about it.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles in your chest. 

“You’re a grown woman,” your mother says, rigidly. “It’s really not our business what you do anymore.” You peer at your father. He throws a thumbs up at your mother’s words, eyes still trained on everything else but you. 

“Glad ya guys came to your senses,” you say, offering a smug smile. You can’t help it. If catching you having the steamiest sex in an older man’s car is what causes them to stop breathing down your neck, then so be it. You’d have intentionally done something like this ages ago if that’s what it took. 

You start heading to your room when your dad finally speaks. Still unable to look you in the eyes. “Tell Joel I don’t give a fuck what he does—what y’all do—just,” he pauses to take a breath. “Tell him not to address any of this with me. Ever.”

“Deal.”

No, no matter where we go,

‘Cause everybody knows,

We’re just a couple animals. 

End Note: Well. That killed me. The amount of laps I took writing this...🥴 Thank you all so much for reading! Likes, comments, reblogs, etc, — all your support means the absolute world to me. I wouldn’t be able to do this without all of you. Thank you so so so much. There are genuinely not enough words to express my gratitude. As always feedback for my stories (at a technical sense) is also super super helpful whether it is constructive or positive! Anything helps me to be the best writer that I can be. All my love! Xo

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[johnsamericano]

“Corruption pt. 5” w.y.h

Pairing: college teacher!Lucas x student!reader.

Genre: fluff, angst, smut.

Summary: Lucas never thought of falling for a student, but from the first day you walked into de classroom you had him wrapped around your finger.

Warnings: none

a/n: This is the last chapter BUT I’m gonna write an epilogue. Hope you like it.

Taglist: @ncteaxhoe @junglewoos

corruption m.list.

“Dude, you need to get out of bed.” Chenle slightly pushed your body. “You’re starting to smell.”

“What’s the point, Chenle?” You whined against your pillow, still a little wet from your mental breakdown an hour ago.

“You still need to go to classes.” He tried pulling your arm, but you didn’t budge.

“I don’t want to see him.”

“You don’t even have classes with him, for god’s sake.” He sighed, desperate to get you out of bed.

“Just leave me alone.” Your phone started buzzing, announcing Lucas’ fifth call of the day. It was barely 9:00 a.m.

“Okay, I’m done with this little attitude of yours.” He grabbed the device and handed it to you. “You’re gonna answer the phone and solve your problems like the goddamn adult you are, or else I might call your parents and tell them you’ve been sleeping with our professor.” You sat straight, eyes wide open.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

You groaned and snatched the phone from his hands, pressing the green button with shaky hands.

“Hello?” Your voice came out weaker than expected.

“Y/n? Thank god. Are you alright? You haven’t been answering any of my calls or messages so I was worried something might have happened.” You hummed. “Can we meet?”

“Okay.”

“I can pick you up and then we can go to my apartment-”

“Don’t worry, I’ll ask Chenle to drive me.”

“Alright. See you then.” A soft murmur stopped you from hanging up. “I love you.” You couldn’t bring yourself to reply, instead ending the call.

“You were such a brave girl.” Your friend cooed while wrapping his arms around you.

“Shut up.”

Chenle helped you pick an outfit to ‘show him what he lost’ and drove you all the way to his apartment complex.

“Do you want me to come in with you?” You released your body from the seatbelt.

“It’s okay, lele. Thank you for driving me.” He nodded before you went out.

You took a deep breath, rehearsing the things you wanted to say to Lucas. But as soon as you saw him, your mind went blank. He looked bad, maybe even worse than you.

“Y/n.” He wanted so bad to hug you, to beg you not to leave him. But that would be selfish.

“Lucas.” He let you in, there were two cups of tea right above the coffee table in his living room.

You sat at a safe distance from him.

“I am deeply sorry, y/n. I should’ve told you earlier what was going on, but I was a coward. I knew this would be over the moment you found out.”

“So what is going on Lucas?” Your voice was calm as you picked up the teacup and brought it to your lips. Those soft, sweet lips.

“There are some things you don’t know about me.” He licked his lips nervously. “For instance, my parents come from wealthy families, and I’m their only child, therefore I’m...”

“The heir.” You completed, feeling a knot forming in your stomach.

“Yes.” He feared so much that you’d see him with different eyes. “My parents wanted me to have someone to guide me and support me for when I take over the family company. The woman you saw last Friday was one of their friends’ daughter.”

He waited for a reply that never came. How could you even answer to that?

“Say something, please.” He finally scooted closer to you, taking your hand between his. His heart broke at the sight of your teary eyes. “Anything, I’m begging you.”

“I understand your decision.” He expected anything but that. “They’re your parents after all, you want to make them proud. I just wish you’d told me earlier, it would’ve been easier to end things between us.”

“I’ll leave them.”

“What?”

“Just ask me to stay with you and I’ll abandon everything.” By the look in his eyes, you knew he meant it. “Ask me to stay with you.” It sounded more like a plead.

“No.” It took all of your inner strength to get that single word out.

“Y/n, I-”

“Lucas, don’t ask me to decide on your life when I barely know what to do with my own.” Yes, your words were hurtful, but you weren’t wrong. “I don’t want to be the girl who made you drift away from your family.”

At some point, you both had started crying, knowing that there was no way you could fix your relationship.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” He apologized for the millionth time. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know you didn’t.” You held no grudge against him, after all, you would’ve probably done the same if you were in his situation. “Just promise me one thing. You’ll do what’s best for yourself, not for me or for your parents.” He nodded, eyes watering. “I should probably leave now.”

“Wait.” He held onto your wrist, his lost puppy eyes looking directly into your own. “If it isn’t too much to ask, can I have one last kiss?”

It was indeed to much to ask, but you didn’t care. You wanted to feel the warmth of his lips against yours one last time, so you went for it.

Straddling his lap, you grabbed the back of his head to pull him even closer. It was a kiss filled with passion and love, it was your own way of saying goodbye. It took a while for you to pull away.

“Thank you.” He murmured, hands caressing your hips. “I love you so much, y/n. I promise I’ll be back, okay?”

“I love you too, Lucas.” With that being said, you stood up. Avoiding to look back, you made your way out.

Chenle was still outside when you came down, leaning against his car with his arms wide open for you.

You didn’t hesitate to crash your body against his, crying your eyes out as he combed your hair with his fingers.

“I’m here for you. Always.”

(...)

3 years later...

“Where are you?”

“I’m picking up my luggage, see you at the parking lot?”

“Okay.”

A few minutes later, the tall, dark haired man walked out of the airport. A sports bag hanging from his left shoulder while the opposite hand dragged the suitcase.

“Kun!”

“Hey, man.” They greeted each other with a big hug. “I missed you.”

“Sorry, I wanted to visit earlier but work has been a bitch.” Specially when he didn’t even like what he was doing.

“Same here, it seems like the students get more unbearable with every semester.” He helped Lucas load his belongings into the truck. “So how’s Mrs. Wong been? Are you getting along well?”

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes while getting inside the car. “Last week, my mom asked us about our sex life. She was like ‘I expect to have grandkids by the end of next year’, the last time we kissed was in our wedding.”

“So you’re gonna be a dad?” He mocked, starting the engine.

“Not from her kids at least.” Kun knew exactly what that meant.

“Lucas, you should really get over her. You’re a married man.”

“Not for much longer.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve been seeing a lawyer, none of us is happy with our relationship and we’ve already wasted three years of our life in it. It’s time to end it.”

“And what do your parents think about this?”

“They don’t have a say in this matter. I’m and adult and it’s my future we’re talking about.”

“And why couldn’t you come to this conclusion three years ago? You would’ve saved me all the suffering from listening to you ranting about how much you missed y/n.” Lucas hit his arm playfully, a big smile on his face as the thought of you crossed his mind.

He unlocked his phone, your picture was still his wallpaper.

“Has she graduated yet?”

“She’s actually doing her master’s degree. She’s an exceptional student, a lot of important labs already have their eyes on her.”

“Of course they do, they’d be stupid if they didn’t.” His finger traced your figure, smiling proudly at the image.

“Oh look at you, you haven’t stopped loving her one bit.”

“Stop it.”

“Oh, by the way, we need to stop by the campus. I have to pick up exams to check them at home.” Lucas’ eyes lit up at the possibility of meeting you.

“Do you think she’ll be there?”

“Probably, she’s usually devouring a book at the library or at the lab. Sometimes she stops by at my office for tutoring or my opinion on something.”

“You better not have tried something with her.”

“Actually...”

“What?”

“Just kidding, she’s my student, nothing more.”

“She better be.”

The campus was thankfully near the airport. Lucas almost fell as he exited the vehicle, eager to see you once again after all those years.

“Careful, give me a call when you’re done looking for her.”

“Sure.” He replied, already running away from the car towards the library.

He met a lot of his old students on the way, briefly greeting them before resuming his search. You weren’t there, so he decided to try at the labs.

You weren’t there either, but your ID and belongings were. You looked different in your picture, you looked so mature now, but your innocent aura was still intact.

“Are you looking for y/n?” One of the students asked as soon as he saw Lucas eyeing her ID. “She just left.”

“Oh, thank you.” He replied, still not taking his eyes off your mesmerizing face.

His phone vibrated.

‘She’s in my office.’ His heart sped up and his legs automatically started moving.

On his way to Kun’s office he tried to think of ways to greet you. Would a simple ‘hello’ be okay? Or would it be appropriate to tell you how much he missed you?

His mind was so busy he didn’t realized he was already in front of the office. He took a deep breath before opening the door. Your back was facing him while you passionately explained Kun the results of your experiment, not even realizing who just made an appearance.

“Y/n.” Lucas called from the door frame, causing you to interrupt your explanation.

“Yes?” You finally turned around. “Lucas?”

Your hair was tied up in a messy hair bun, a pair of safety glasses covering your eyes and a stained lab coat around your body. You looked like a mad scientist, a cute mad scientist.

“Hi.” Was the only thing he could pronounce. ‘How pathetic’ he thought.

“Long time no see.” You smiled so warmly, as if he hadn’t abandoned you to marry another woman. “Have you been well?”

“Y-yes, I mean, as well as I can be.” Your eyes wandered to his hand, taking notice of the golden ring around his finger.

“I’m glad.” You dedicated him another smile before turning back to face your professor. “I’ll send you the draft of my report as soon as I finish it. Excuse me.” You grabbed your laptop from the desk and went out, murmuring a small ‘bye’ to Lucas on your way out. The scent of your perfume striking him with a wave of nostalgia.

“Well, I don’t know what I was expecting but this was definitely not it.”

“I don’t know why I thought we would both burst into tears and say how much we missed each other.” He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“She’s probably going back to the lab, in case you want to talk to her again.” He nodded. “I’ll wait for you so we can head to my house.”

“Alright, I’ll try to be quick.” He went out again, this time at a slower pace.

He went back to the labs, your voice receiving him as soon as he crossed the entrance. Most of the students had already left, it was already getting dark.

“Zhong Chenle, get out of here, you’re distracting me.”

“But, y/n, I’m hungry and I don’t want to go alone to the cafeteria.”

“Not my problem.” You were focused on writing your report, the safety glasses still on your face.

“Uhm, are you busy?” Lucas knocked on the door, catching yours and Chenle’s attention.

“You’re back.” His eyes were wide open. “You know what? I’ll go get our food, see you.”

“Coward.” You muttered. “Come in, Lucas.” Even though there was no hint of anger in your voice, the fact that you were calling him Lucas and not Xuxi meant something bad.

“What are you working on, huh?” He says on the stool beside yours, taking a look at your screen.

“Just trying to find a cure for AIDS, nothing special.” You typed a few more words before saving the file. “What did you want to talk about Mr. Wong?”

“I think you know what.”

“I think so.” You removed the glasses, red marks over the area where they used to be.

“Cute.” He though out loud, causing you to touch your face, the color of your cheeks becoming pinker with every second. It was amazing how much of an effect his words still had on you.

“S-sorry, I wore these for more than five hours.”

“Don’t worry, I know what it’s like.” He tapped his fingers against the table. “Three years huh?”

“Yeah, seems like it was yesterday when we...” You chose not to finish the sentence, knowing that it would probably make you cry.

“I missed you.” His hand reached out for yours, the golden band around his finger burning your skin. “There hasn’t been a single day where I haven’t thought about you. You managed to take over my mind in a way that no one else could ever do.”

“We can’t do this.” With your free hand, you gently removed his hand from yours. “You’re married.”

“I’m getting divorced soon.” Your heart thumped so loudly against your chest that you were afraid he’d hear it. “We just need to fix some things and this whole thing will be over.”

You pulled out your notebook from your bag, tearing a piece of paper to write in it. You handed it to him with a genuine smile.

“Here’s my new number. Give me a call when you finish fixing those things, I’ve already waited for three years, so what’s a few more months?”

[thedeathdeelers]

Trevor doesn’t remember when he first starts thinking of his bandmates again. His dead bandmates, that is, and just thinking the word dead makes him want to curl into the fetal position all over again like when he was seventeen. He thinks he starts remembering them when a decade has passed and Carrie is born. He was twenty-seven and there was this little baby with big eyes and small pink fingernails in his arms, when he thinks ‘She’ll never get to meet her uncles.’ He doesn’t cry then, but it’s almost as if his baby girl can feel his sadness because she starts screaming in his arms and it's enough of a distraction that he rocks her to sleep without thinking of the boys again that day.

He keeps them locked away in the back of his mind for the better part of five years until kindergarten rolls around and little Carrie with her curly pigtails and glittery Hello Kitty backpack comes home excitedly talking about her new best friends.

“Daddy, they are so cool! Flynn has dinosaur stickers and she gave me one. See!” She points to the top of her right hand where there’s a green pterodactyl cartoon sticker firmly slapped on. “And Julie has this huge purple crayon and she let me use it to write my name!”

At first, he’s beyond excited. His little girl made friends on her first day, which shouldn’t have been such a surprise now that he thinks about it since she has always been a little go-getter. Still, he ‘ooh’s’ and ‘ahh’s’ at the right moments as she talks his ear off about her new friends. By the end of the first week, Carrie has decided she wants to invite her best friends over for a small back to school party with just them and lots of pizza. She reminds Trevor three times Friday night not to forget that Flynn likes Hawaiian pizza and Julie likes orange Fanta best, and that he should become best friends with their parents because she’s decided they are all going to grow up and live together.

He laughs and a twinge of ache in his chest reminds him for a moment of a time when he was younger, not as young as Carrie maybe but just as naive. He remembers for a second flashes of running around playing tag at the park and scrapping the top of his thumb’s skin off. He still has the scar.

He can still remember Alex pulling a Batman sticker out of his pocket and taking him to the public restrooms to clean the cut. Alex the worrier, even at twelve, rambling about getting the cut infected and the proper way to tie his shoes and doesn’t he ever think about where he’s walking.

“Bobby! Oh my god, please tell me you don’t need stitches!” He can remember floppy blonde hair and blue eyes and gasping breaths. “Don’t tell me it doesn’t hurt, you idiot, your eyes are watering.”

“Maybe I’m just mesmerized by your beauty, dude,” he can hear himself replying to try and ease the rigid shoulders and deep frown on his friend’s face. “Really, man, I’m fine. Just a little blood.”

“Let’s just get you to a bathroom and wash it off, okay?” But Alex had been hiding his eye roll and curling lips and his shoulders no longer made him look like an awkwardly hanging scarecrow. It was enough to make him forget his thumb was throbbing and dripping blood.

The scrape is deep enough that it bleeds for a while into the sink, he can still picture the reddish water as it goes down the drain. He and Alex had met in the back of their sixth grade English class, Alex was shy and constantly biting his nails while he was just trying to catch a nap without getting in trouble. They’d bonded over a mutual silent agreement: Bobby held Alex’s hand under the desk when he had to read aloud in class and Alex would nudge him with the right answer when the teacher would call him in the middle of a power nap.

“Gatsby is gay,” he can remember Alex whispering to him when Miss Augustine had called him one time in class. He remembers repeating it without a second thought and realizing only seconds later what the fuck he had just said. He remembers wanting to turn to Alex because he knows there’s something important in the interpretation for his friend. He knows it by how Alex sometimes stares at that soccer player, Gabriel, who sits two rows in front of them. He knows by how Alex turns red when the guy notices him staring and the anxious way he strums a beat with his fingers. He wishes he could turn to him and say he accepts him no matter who he loves without saying it because he knows Alex isn’t ready for that discussion yet. But they’re in class so instead he turns to his best friend and gives him an overly exasperated look, hoping it conveys how he has no idea how he’s going to dig himself out of this one but Miss Augustine had smiled and just went about her lesson.

They never talk about it but a few days later, when he plops his copy of the book onto Alex’s desk before class he smiled and says, “You were right. Daisy was totally a beard. Nick and Gatsby were totally in love.” And reading shitty Fitzgerald - who stole more than half of the amazing work written and attributed to him from his wife Zelda, and as a feminist Bobby knows that’s just some misogynistic bullshit he cannot tolerate even for a school grade - is all worth it. Because Alex looks at him with a look of pure joy that makes him feel like he just scored an extra carton of strawberry milk at lunch (and that’s immense happiness because everyone loves that’s pink milk.)

He’s thinking about the park with a bloody thumb when he hears the doorbell and goes to answer it. And suddenly all the excitement of meeting his daughter’s new friends leaves his body as a chill kisses his spine. Nothing prepares him for seeing the girl from the Orpheum staring at him with a taller, blue-eyed man who must be her husband. His eyes are wide and his mouth is hanging open, What are you doing here? He wants to ask. Are you a ghost? But before he can, he feels Carrie wiggle her way past him and leap into two pairs of arms. He can just make out black, thick boxer braids, deep brown skin, and a bright mint feather boa above Carrie’s head and he knows he’s just met Flynn. The other arm wrapped around his daughter is attached to a girl slightly smaller than both of them, a huge mass of curls making her appear their height with light brown skin and a wrist covered in macaroni jewelry. And that must be Julie, which means, he looks up to see the parents in front of him - the girl from the Orpheum is her mother and he’s never going to be able to forget that night again.

“Flynn’s parents asked us to take her because they were running late for a dinner reservation they had scheduled months in advance. I hope you don’t mind just us,” the man says with a friendly smile as he reaches his hand out. “I’m Ray Molina and this is my wife, Rose.”

Rose, Trevor thinks as he briefly thinks back on that fateful night. Size beautiful, he can practically see Reggie handing her their band’s t-shirt. He can almost feel Luke leaning his arm against his shoulder and telling her that he’d had a burger for lunch. He didn’t even have to look to know Alex was rolling his eyes at how bad his flirting game was. It was like losing them all over again, only he couldn’t; this was his daughter’s day and he couldn’t wallow in pity. He has to host, so he reaches his trembling hand out and offers the best smile he could offer.

“Hi Ray,” he turns to his wife. “Rose,” he nods and watches as her polite smile fades into a softer one, a genuine one, “I’m Trevor.”

She doesn’t correct him on his name. She doesn’t even look to be affected to be honest, until Trevor leads them inside and she sees some of his awards on the walls. Ray is busy helping to serve the pizza and soda for the girls and it leaves him alone with Rose. She doesn’t mention the award for ‘Now or Never’ new hit single on the Billboard 100 or its being #1 on VH1. Rose doesn’t have to, all she has to do is look at him and Trevor feels himself turning back into the scared kid who showed up at the hospital screaming about his friends. Screaming to the nurses who told him he wasn’t looking for a hospital room, he was looking for the ID numbers of bodies at the morgue. He gives her a slight head shake, as if to plead with her not to bring it up. She nods, but he feels his guilt grow heavier as she leans up to gently smear a line across his name TREVOR WILSON next to the title for up-and-coming artist.

It’s Carrie with her signature giggle and yell that makes them head for the kitchen. “Daddy, can you come sit down! Before we eat we have a surprise!”

They walk in to find Ray sitting amusedly at the dinner table. He beckons them to sit down with him and Trevor can’t help but laugh at the scene in front of him. The girls have obviously gotten into his stage makeup and Carrie, Julie, and Flynn are wearing matching bright red lipstick and glitter on their cheeks. Flynn is sashaying with her boa as Julie holds Carrie’s pink one, and Carrie has her hand on her hip as she strikes a pose before snapping her fingers and triggering the sound system. ‘Barbie Girl’ by Aqua starts blaring in through the speakers and the three adults share a look. Should they turn off the song? It is highly inappropriate. But to do that would mean having to explain why it’s inappropriate and do they really want to ruin a song that as far as their kids are concerned is about Barbie living in her Barbie world?

“Hey!” Carrie yelps and their heads all snap back to the girls pouting at them, “We are trying to give you a concert! Don’t make us waste all of Flynn’s cool moves!”

“Okay okay,” he shakes his head, “Don’t you have more cool moves to show us, Care?”

“No,” his daughter gives him a dead serious face, “we have limited choreography.” She says it with such a puff of dismay and sass that Trevor can’t help but let out the loudest laugh he has in a while. There’s no way Carrie even knows what she’s saying but she must have heard it when he was on the phone with his agent who was arranging his next music video.

The thought pops up before he can squash it, Alex would’ve loved her sass, he would’ve loved to dance with her. But it doesn’t hurt as much, to think of Alex smiling and dancing with glitter everywhere.

It’s not long until Rose and Ray are laughing along too and the three watch the girls spin, twirl, improvise lyrics, and throw their feather boas around long after the pizza has grown cold. - 🌙 (so this is the first bit and each bit shows how I decided to headcanon bobby met the boys in school and remembering them and leads you to rose confronting him and learning about the boys before her death ahhh ok let me know if it’s ok 🙈)

excuse me this is

really good????

more please 😌

[onceuponaloonatic]

the first drabble i write in months and it’s angst oops 🤧🤧

tw: vomit, alcohol poisoning, underage drinking

When Daehyung was allowed to spend the night at Sae’s house for the first time, he thought it was going to be amazing. Both Mina and Tzuyu were gone for the night and Sana had let Saya and Saki invite Yujin and Eunji over so she had extended the invasion to him as well. He had jumped at the opportunity, even if Sana had said he was only allowed to stay the night if he stayed in the guest room with the alphas. He wasn’t excited about spending the night with Saki and Saya, but when Sana went to sleep he realized all the girls didn’t intend on keeping the promise they had made to their mother. Yujin, Saya, Saki, and Eunji had found a party they all wanted to go to and they said if he wanted to stay in Sae’s room they would come wake him when they got back. He had immediately agreed and gone to Sae’s room. Nothing really too physical happened, but he did enjoy playing games with Sae until they fell asleep cuddling. It was so far a perfect night. Until his phone rang.

He thought it was a bit weird, no one typically called him at two thirty in the morning. It was even weirder when he realized it was Saki. One of Saya’s friends had driven the four of them and had agreed to be their designated driver, so he wasn’t expecting them to need a ride or anything. He thought they would be good. 

Sae woke up at the ringing too, whining and burying her face in Daehyung’s shoulder, telling him to make it stop. 

“It’s your sister.” Daehyung groaned. “Should I answer it?” 

“Yeah.” Sae yawned. “Answer it. Knowing Saya’s friend she probably got drunk and they need a ride.” “Okay.” Daehyung groaned. “Saki what the fuck?” He started the conversation.

“Daehyung… Daehyung hey.” “Yeah you called me.” Daehyung could tell Saki was intoxicated, the way her voice sounded was a dead give away.

“Hey can you drive now?”

“Yeah do you need a ride home?” “No… S-Something is wrong with Saya.” Saki sniffled, and Daehyung could tell she was crying. “We gave her water and tried to stop her but but something is wrong- Eunji says we need to take her to the hospital.” “Woah slow down what happened to Saya?” He asked, now much more awake. “W-We think she drank too much and and-”

“Okay, I get it. Keep her upright and make sure she can breathe, I’ll be there as quick as I can. Do you want me to wake up your mom?” “No, no she’ll be so mad. D-Daehyung will Saya get in trouble if she goes to the hospital, what if she gets arrested we’re underage-”

“Hey no, her life is more important than dumb shit like that, and the law reflects that. I’ll be there soon, bring plastic bags though I don’t want her throwing up in my car.”

“Okay… Please don’t tell Sae- you know how she is she will freak out and get super anxious and and-”

“I know. I’ll be there soon, who is the most sober?” 

“Eunji.” “Okay, ask Eunji to text me you guys location.”  Daehyung hung up, quickly getting up and looking for his car keys. “What’s going on?” Sae asked, rubbing her eyes. “Saya just tripped and Saki is freaking out a bit, and they need a ride. I’ll go get them and check on Saya, I think they are all freaking out because of the alcohol.” “Okay.” Sae yawned. “Call me if it’s serious.” “I will.” Daehyung kissed her cheek before leaving the room. He found Nico, Haeun, and Hina all asleep in sleeping bags in the game room. All three of them had fallen asleep hours ago, before the four of them had even left. They were all dead asleep still, but he couldn’t help but think about if something like this would ever happen to Haeun. He really hoped it didn’t, but she was a lot like Saya in a lot of ways. He hoped whoever she was with called him. He knew Kihyun wouldn’t be great in a situation like this. He would probably freak out and do about everything wrong. 

He left quietly, as not to wake anyone in the house. Of course, he knew what was probably wrong with Saya, and that time was of the essence. Alcohol poisoning could get really serious really fast, and it was the first time he had ever been in this position. He had learned about all of it through a friend when someone else in his class had experienced something similar, it was scary though. He knew some of the symptoms through research after that event, and it sounded like she might have it from his understanding. After getting the address from Eunji, he drove as fast as he could. There weren’t many people out at two thirty, so it didn’t take him too long to get there. Eunji had texted him they were upstairs in a room with Saya. He pushed past the crowd of teenagers and ignored multiple drink offers and pushed his way up the stairs. He found them quickly, Saki holding Saya up and she threw up in a bucket. “Daehyung’s here.” Saki commented. “Come on Saya.” Saya didn’t say anything as Saki patted her back. Once she was done Saki tried to help her up, but it ended with both of them almost falling. Eunji was holding Yujin in the corner while she was sobbing. “Okay Eunji help me with Saki, Yujin is it okay if Saki hugs you.” Daehyung went to help support Saya. He reached down and picked her up bridal style. “Hold a bag for her.” He told Eunji, who grabbed a plastic bag. “Okay. Saki I’ll trust you with Yujin. Eunji make sure she doesn’t throw up in my car.” Daheyung explained, moving all of them slowly. He pushed past the crowd again, bringing Saya to his car. He put her down in the backseat, having Eunji sit next to her. Saki helped Yujin into the seat next to Eunji and went to the front. “Okay, we’re going to go to the hospital. Eunji, can you call their mom please.” “Don’t call mom.” Saki choked out. “Call Sai.” “Your mom is going to find out-”

“Sai.” “Okay. Eunji call Sai. Tell her what’s going on.” Daehung sighed, starting driving. He drove slowly, trying not to jostle Saya too much. Saki’s leg was bouncing in the front seat as he drove. 

“Hi Sa Unnie it’s Eunji, yeah sorry it’s late but we think Saya might have alcohol poisoning. Yeah we are taking her to the hospital right now, yeah Daehung was driving, no he didn’t drink any. No Sae isn’t here. Yeah she can breathe but it’s pretty slow. She can’t hold any water down or any kind of liquid. No Saki insisted on telling you and not your parents. Okay, we should be there soon if you want to meet us there. Yes Saki is drunk too.” Eunji sighed. “Okay yeah. Meet you there.” “I don’t think you should go in Saki.” Daehung sighed. “You too Yujin, Saya is protected by law from getting in any trouble but it would just be best if you two stayed in the car. Eunji you should be fine. You seem mostly sober.” “Saki made me run up and down the stairs to get Saya water, I’m good now.” Eunji sighed, holding the bag for Saya as she gagged. “I think he’s right babe.” “But-but-”

“We keep you updated.” Daehyung nodded. “Keep an eye on Yujin. She seems like she needs it, okay.” 

“Okay.” Saki sighed. “Good girl.” Daehung nodded, pulling into the hospital parking lot and following the signs to emergency. Once they were there, he pulled to the front and parked, leaving the car on for Saki and Yujin. He went to the back and carefully lifted Saya up, making sure Eunji got her ID. When they went in, they immediately had a nurse come up to them. They explained what was wrong and she quickly got Daehyung to carry Saya to the back. Since neither of them were related to Saya by blood, they made them wait in the waiting room. 

Sai arrived not too long later, the alpha clearly freaking out as she went to the back. Daehyung took the opportunity to check on Saki and Yujin. Yujin had fallen asleep while Saki looked like she was almost there too. “Hey, they took Saya back but they said we brought her in time.” Daehyung told Saki, checking on her. “That’s good.” “Hey have you had any water?” Daheyung asked, bending down to see how drunk she still was. “No.” “Let’s get you some okay?” Daehyung found a water bottle on his car floor and handed it to Saki. “Drink all of this please.” “Okay.” Saki yawned. “Good. You can go to sleep whenever. Sai is here, she has Saya.” “Are you sure?” “Yup, things will be okay.” Daehyung was right in the end. Saya was even discharged a few hours later. After pumping her stomach and giving her an IV, Saya was doing much better. She was half asleep while Sai stayed with her. The hospital insisted on calling their parents since Saya was underage, and Daehyung had convinced them to just call Sana. He knew she was the least likely to be mad, plus she was the only one in town. She answered before Saya was discharged, and agreed to come finish up the paperwork. Saya was completely good by that point, they were keeping her for observation by the time Sana showed up. She was clearly tired as she signed the paperwork. She thanked Daehyung and told him to take Eunji and Yujin home while she handled Saya and Saki. Once he was gone she turned to Sai. 

“Thank you for coming baby.” Sana hugged Sai. “Of course, Dae was the real hero in this situation though. Eunji too. She called me.” “Why didn’t she call me?” Sana sighed.

“I think Saki was afraid of you getting mad at Saya.” Saki was asleep in a chair while they waited the full time for Saya to be released. “But-but-”

“Don’t take it personally mom. Tonight was just a lot for all of them. Saki especially. She will be hung over as fuck and probably really upset when she wakes up” Sai sighed. “They all did the right thing though. I’m happy that Saki called Daehyung and he brought her here in time before anything bad happened.” “So, should I punish them?” Sana asked. “They did do the right thing in the end.” “I don’t know your mom.” Sai laughed. “Maybe just punish them for going to a party and sneaking out, but tell them they did the right thing.” “Maybe..” “Or something like that, I don’t know. Ka-san probably has the best idea of what to do.” Sana glanced over at Saya as she slept, her heart shattering at the sight of her little girl in a hospital bed. 

“Your right…” Sana sighed. “I’m just glad nothing bad happened.” “Me too mom.” Saya looked over at her two sleeping little sisters. “Me too.”

[newstanmarshblog]

A Stan Mpreg Fanfiction: Two pregnant dudes at Stark’s Pond

   It was a lovely day in South Park as the sky was clear with a few clouds, birds were singing, and the weather is not as cold than usual. Stan opens his window to feel the outdoors, and then after a moment later, he decided that he wanted to enjoy a nice walk at Stark’s Pond before he was due to give birth to his new unborn child. 

   Stan smiling: *rubbing his huge belly* I’m in a mood for a relaxing walk, today. Would you like that, sweet heart?

   The baby moves inside him calmly.

   Stan: I’ll take that as a yes.

   Usually, Stan would do things with Kyle, but he’s out of town for the day because he promised Ike to take him on a huge nature walk and a side stop at Casa Bonita while coming back from their long walk. Stan would’ve come along too, but due to how heavily pregnant he is now, along with parts of the trail being super rocky, he made a safe move to stay home. He wanted to walk with someone at Stark’s Pond, and it took him only a second to decide that he’ll try asking one of his other best friend, plus he was the only other pregnant guy in South Park, Kenny.

   Kenny just got out of the shower and as he got out, he felt a huge kick on his heavily pregnant belly. And his stomach was growling.

   Kenny: *rubbing his huge belly* Woah there, girl! We’ll be having breakfast as soon as I get dressed.

   As he got back into his room, his cellphone was ringing and he noticed that it’s Stan trying to call him because of the caller ID. He picks up his phone and answers it.

   Kenny: What’s up, Stan. How’s things been with you lately?

   Stan: Not much. My baby was moving inside of me a moment ago. It was one of those beautiful kind of movements. And how about you?

   Kenny: My baby also moved a moment ago, but she gave me a hard kick. She’s really hungry for breakfast.

   As he was listening to Kenny, Stan’s stomach was growling and he gives his huge belly a rub.

   Stan: My baby is also really hungry as well. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting. *laughs*

   Kenny: *laugh* Yeah, my baby doesn’t like to be kept waiting too. So anyway, what’s the reason for calling me?

   Stan: Well, it is a nice day today. I was thinking about taking a relaxing walk at Stark’s Pond today, and even take a seat at that bench to watch the pond while hoping to find any animals. However, I don’t want to walk alone, and Kyle’s out of town for today. So, I was hoping if you and Butters are not doing anything right now, would you guys like to join me?

   Kenny: Well, Butters isn’t available for today. He had to cover in for Scott Malkinson at McDonald’s because Scott wanted to make an excuse by pretending to be sick so that he can buy and play that new Spider-Man video game. But I’m totally free for today. So I’m in!

   Stan: Sweet! Let’s meet up by 10:30 so that way we have plenty of time to eat our breakfast and get ready for our day. And hopefully, our babies won’t be bothering us for anymore food for a while.

   Kenny: I couldn’t agree with you anymore, dude. See you in a bit, bye.

   Stan: Bye.

   The backstory of how both Stan & Kenny got pregnant goes back during Bebe’s birthday party. Nearly everyone was at the party except for Cartman because of what a huge dick he is to everybody, although he did tried to sneak into the party by disguising himself as an overweight woman, but his ex-girlfriend Heidi noticed his disguised really quickly before anyone else did. During that party night, there were a lot of boozes for everyone to drink, but the people that drank more than the rest were Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and even Butters. They got so wasted that after partying like crazy, they decided that they wanted to make love. Stan got together with Kyle, while Kenny and Butters paired up. Each group decided that who’s ever penis was bigger, will be the dominant one during sex. Kyle’s dick was a bit larger than Stan’s, while Butters’ dick surpasses Kenny’s by almost half an inch. Both Stan & Kenny were the submissive ones during sex and because of that, their boyfriends fucked them both in the ass really good and got filled with cum afterwards. Even though Stan & Kenny couldn’t remember much of their drunkenness activities during that night, but the one thing they’ll never forget is that feeling of their boyfriend’s dick inside their butthole.

   Some weeks later, both Stan & Kenny were vomiting a lot during each morning and they needed to figured out what’s wrong. They went to the doctor to discover the reasoning why they’re throwing up a lot. The doctor told them that they were experiencing morning sickness and they were also both pregnant. Stan & Kenny were both in so disbelief to hear the news that they even took some pregnancy tests just to be sure, and those tests were all positives.

   Shortly afterwards, Stan & Kenny had to tell Kyle & Butters that they were pregnant with their unborn child. When Stan told Kyle about the news, he was very shocked to hear about it, got upset a bit, but after a few breaths, he hugged Stan and apologized for his overreaction. Kyle made a promise to be there for Stan whenever he needs him most, and he is also committed to be the best father he can ever be while Stan is committed to be the best mother as much as he can. Meanwhile, when Kenny told Butters that he was pregnant with his baby, Butters got scared and super nervous because he doesn’t know how he can be a good parent, plus he feels like he can’t handle that kind of responsibility. Kenny tells him that he’ll help him out on being a wonderful parent since he had similar experiences of watching over his little sister. Ever since then, Butters has learned a lot of becoming a good parent. And then when the time came to tell their own parents about the news, the mothers were all positives and supportive, while the fathers were all shocked and need time to calm down after hearing about it. But shortly later, they too were all supportive to their sons on becoming new parents.

   Now 9 months later since that night, Stan & Kenny are both heavily pregnant and they’re each due to give birth within at least by next week or two. But before they can start worrying about childbirth, they’re now about to have a nice peaceful walk together at Stark’s Pond. Stan was the 1st to make it, but after a few minute wait, Kenny finally arrived.

   Stan smiling: Hey, dude!

   Kenny smiles back: What’s up, man! You sure have picked a perfect day for a walk.

   Stan: Yeah, I don’t see any people around here at the moment. So, it’s just gonna be us pregnant dudes for the most part.

   Kenny: Just what I needed to hear because every time I go out with Butters, there’ll be some people staring at my huge belly.

   Stan: Same thing with me whenever I’m out with Kyle. Which is why I don’t get out to often except for doctor appointments. And man, our bellies sure have gotten bigger since we last met.

   Kenny: Hey, would you like compare our bellies to see which is bigger?

   Stan: Ah, what the hell. I’m curious to find out about that too.

   Stan lifted up his brown jacket while Kenny lifted up his orange hoodie, and the two show off their huge pregnant belly to each other. They even decided to let their belly button to tip touch together.

   Stan: Wow, it’s hard to say which of our belly is bigger. I feel like our bellies are about the same size exactly.

   Kenny: Agreed. Especially since we’ll only carrying one baby each, and we also got both knocked up around the same time.

   Both then lift back down their clothing to cover their huge belly.

   Stan: Alright dude, ready to go on our walk?

   Kenny: Yep. Let’s go.

   Stan & Kenny begins their walk together to the pond. And along the way, they have themselves a conversation about how their pregnancies has been since they’ve last seen each other. They haven’t seen each other in person since just before the start of month 6 of their pregnancy.

   Kenny: So Stan, how’s your pregnancy going along since the last time we’ve seen each other?

   Stan: Aside from the huge support I’ve been getting from friends and family, my most favorite thing about my pregnancy is feeling a movement or a cute kick from my baby. Every time he moves, I rub my huge belly to feel him. I love it so much!

   Kenny: Yeah dude, same thing with me whenever my baby girl moves. Although she gives me a huge kick sometimes whenever I need to eat. It happened to me again after I got out of the shower.

   Stan: My baby rarely kicks me hard. It only happens to me when either I get really hungry or if there’s loud sounds near by like 20 feet away from me. I believe he has only gave me something like 5 hard kicks so far since month 6 of my pregnancy.

   Kenny: My little girl has kicked me hard more often in the last 3 months than your baby boy. I feel like she has kicked me somewhere between 15 to 20 times already. I swear, she’ll make herself a great soccer player! *laughs*

   Stan laughing: I bet she would, dude. She would. *stops laughing* Anyway, how’s your pregnancy going so far?

   Kenny: Well, food wise, it sucks that I haven’t had any of my favorite foods like burgers and fish & chips since I’ve learned about my pregnancy. Plus, it also suck balls that I can’t even drink any beer since I like having them once a while. One of the things I’m looking forward to after childbirth is to have myself a bottle of beer.

   Stan: I know exactly how you feel when I first learn about my pregnancy. I was a bit upset when I was no longer allowed to have any alcoholic drinks until shorty after I give birth. But you know what dude, sometime later after I told my parents about my pregnancy, I was remained back to an old lesson from my past.

Kenny: What’s that?

   Stan: Back when I was eight during that time when I was taking karate lessons, my dad was going through alcoholic problems, and I was able to help him out by telling him of having your own power to control your drinking and discipline.

   Kenny: Discipline?

   Stan: I said to him that all or nothing is easy. But learning to drink a little bit, responsibly, that’s a discipline. Discipline… come from within. I’ve forgotten about that moral lesson years later, and then I was going through my own drinking problem. And sometime later after I told my parents that I was pregnant and how I got knocked up, my dad remained me back to those very words that I once told him when I was a kid. Since then, I’ve made an oath to myself that after childbirth, I’ll be much more careful on how I drink for now on. Because if I’m not careful on my drinking again, then I still haven’t learned any full complete discipline at all.

   Kenny was silent for a moment after what Stan has just said. And then he made his reply.

   Kenny: Wow, dude. Just… wow. Hearing from what you just said to me remains of my own drinking problem back before I became pregnant. My parents drank a lot during my childhood years, and I became like them when I got fully grown-up. During the last several months, Butters has been telling me that I should be more careful on how I drink after childbirth. I always told him something like “Okay, okay. I’ll be careful” without being totally serious about it because I have a love passion for my beer. But after hearing for what you said, I’m beginning to feel that Butters was right all along. If I’m going to be a wonderful mother to my daughter, then I too will make the exact same oath as yours, Stan. And just like our friendship, this shall be the oath that I hope will never be broken for the rest of my life!

   Stan smiles and pats Kenny on one his shoulder.

   Stan: I’m proud of you, Kenny. By taking this oath together, it’ll help us both on becoming the best mother for each of our new family. *rubbing his huge belly*

   Kenny smiling: Yeah, and this forever oath will also help us to learn full complete discipline. *rubs his huge belly too*

   From that point on, Stan & Kenny continue on with their walk to the pond without having an another conversation. After 10 minutes of walking, they’ve made it to Stark’s Pond.

   Stan: Finally made it. Boy, when you’re this heavily pregnant, walking is more of a chore than a quick exercise.

   Kenny: Yeah man, it can be a pain in the ass at times. Let’s take a seat at that bench, shall we?

   Stan: Hell yeah, dude. I need as much relaxing time at the bench as I can.

   They both take their seat at the bench, and watch the pond as they noticed a mother duck with a couple ducklings.

   Stan: *pointing at the mother duck* That’s going to be us very soon.

   Kenny: Yeah. Do you think that you want to have another child with Kyle after giving birth to your baby boy?

   Stan: Huh? I never thought about that. Just by looking at the mother duck and her kids does make me feel like wanting to have an another child with him, although he and I need to discuss that idea 1st before making a final decision. How about you, Ken? Are you willing to have an another child with Butters?

   Kenny: Tough to say. I’m willing to carry one more baby if he wants to, but I feel like he wants to only focus on our baby girl. If things goes nicely, then maybe we might think about having one more child into our family.

   Stan: Safe choice, dude. Because I wouldn’t want to have an another child if life is gonna be like hell after childbirth. It’s best to carry an another baby inside you when life is going wonderful for your new family.

   Kenny: Agreed.

   Both then relaxed themselves for several minutes as they continue to watch the mother duck and her ducklings, and they also saw a blue jay flying by.

   Stan: Hey dude, have you and Butters came up with a name for your baby girl, yet?

   Kenny: We were having that kind of discussion last night actually. Butters wanted to name her “Meg” after seeing that new blockbuster shark movie about the Megalodon, but I told him that would be a very bad idea because when she grows up, everyone will be quoting to her, “Shut up, Meg” all the time. A quote joke that just got really old, and annoying as years goes by.

   Stan: I know what you mean. That quote was alright for the first couple years, but as time goes by and Family Guy just keeps on getting more popular on social media, it definitely gets more and more irritating as fuck.

   Kenny: That’s what I said to him exactly. Butters eventually agreed with me because of how he was used to be called names all time back at elementary school, and he doesn’t want our daughter going through a similar situation like he had.

   Stan: And I also would like to point out for a moment that while Cartman is still such a huge asshole and all, but he is right on one thing, Family Guy really does suck. At least, not as much a good show as it was back then before jumping the shark multiple times.

   Kenny: Same thing with me, dude. I don’t even like that show anymore. Anyway, how about you and Kyle? Have you guys named your baby boy yet?

   Stan: Not yet, we’re still working on that.

   Kenny: Yeah, me and Butters are still working on a name for our baby too.

   Stan: I want to name our baby John after the great “John Elway” himself, but Kyle wanted to name him Chris after his most favorite movie actor, “Chris Hemsworth”. It’s just so hard to find a name that both me and Kyle can agree on.

   Kenny: Indeed. I was thinking about naming my baby girl Nazz, but the more I think about it, I feel like her name should be a beautiful one. And the name Nazz didn’t sound right for it.

   Stan: Hopefully, we’ll each have a name for our babies before childbirth happens.

   Kenny: You and me both.

   Both chilled out for a few minutes to catch their breath.

   Kenny: Stan, have you and Kyle made a room for your baby yet?

   Stan: He and I actually got done decorating his room last weekend. I even took some pictures on my phone after the room was completed if you like to see them.

   Kenny: Yeah man, I would love to! Butters and I also completed our baby girl’s room a few weeks back. I’ll be more than happy to show you my pictures of our daughter’s room from my phone as well.

   Stan: Sweet!

   The two show off their pictures to each other. 

   Stan & Kyle’s room for their baby boy have the wall painted light blue with some cute farm animals on it. It also has a comfortable chair,  a white dresser for his clothes, a toy bin where all the toys & stuffed animals are kept at, and his crib is placed at the right side of the room that also has a Winnie the Pooh themed blanket.

   Kenny & Butters’ room for the their baby girl have the wall painted light pink with some flowers on it. The room has a rocking chair, a light purple dresser for her clothes with a couple of plushie horses on top of the dresser, a basket of all of Butters’ old beanie babies that he used to collect when he was a toddler, and her crib is placed at right side corner next to the window.

   Stan: Your daughter’s room looks really adorable, dude. You and Butters sure have done a great job on her room.

   Kenny: I can say the same thing about your son’s room. His room is just as super cute as my baby girl’s room.

   Stan smiling: Thanks, man.

   And then suddenly, both of their unborn babies began to move inside of their huge bellies.

   Stan excited: Oh dude, my baby is moving!

   Kenny excited: Mine too!

   Stan lifted up his brown jacket to feel his baby’s movements as Kenny does the same thing with his orange hoodie. Then both begin to rub their huge bellies as the babies keep on moving. They just love feeling their baby’s movement so much.

   Stan: Hey, Kenny, do you want to rub my huge belly to feel my baby boy?

   Kenny: Hell yeah, man! You should do the same thing with my baby girl as well.

   Stan: I’ll be more than happy to do that!

   Kenny then places one of his hands on Stan’s huge belly as Stan does the same thing of having one his hands on Kenny’s huge belly. As they were rubbing each other bellies, they were also blushing a little and made a sweet smile.

   Stan smiling: You know dude, sometime after our babies are born, we should have them meet each other in person so that way can start a beautiful friendship together.

   Kenny smiling: I love that idea so much, Stan. And I’m very sure they would both be great friends together.

   Stan smiling: I believe that they would, Kenny. They definitely will be together for a very long time.

   Then the two continues on rubbing their own belly for a couple minutes until their babies stopped moving, and then cover their huge bellies again. Afterwards, the mother duck and her duckling leaves the pond to adventure onwards to the glass field. That was the moment when Stan & Kenny decided that it was for them to leave also.

   Stan: We should better be heading back now, dude. It’s almost lunch time for our babies.

   Kenny: Yeah, man. Before they kick us really hard for food again. *laughs*

   Stan & Kenny begins their walk back on the trail that takes them just as long as walking to the pond. Along the way, they’ve encountered a couple squirrels, an another blue jay, and the only other person aside from themselves on the trail, Mr. Mackey.

   Mr. Mackey: Hello boys, it’s been a long while since we last seen each other.

   Stan & Kenny: Hey, Mr. Mackey.

   Mr. Mackey is still South Park elementary’s school counselor, although he does plan to retire from the job sometime next year. The last time Stan & Kenny saw Mr. Mackey was back during the 3rd month of their pregnancies when everyone in town was starting to learn that they were carrying babies despite not being women. Mr. Mackey was one of the 1st people in town to come forward to show his support for their pregnancies.

   Mr. Mackey: So, how have you two been doing during your pregnancy so far?

   Stan: It has it’s ups and downs. And we’re both due to give birth to our babies pretty soon.

   Mr. Mackey: M’Kay. Which gender are you babies?

   Kenny: I’m carrying a girl, and he’s carrying a boy.

   Mr. Mackey: That’s wonderful, M’kay! And do you guys have a name for them yet?

   Stan: Not yet, that’s still being worked on. How’s the school been lately?

   Mr. Mackey: It’s been the same place just as when you guys went to middle school. Also, the school and myself are both very proud for you two and Kyle & Butters on becoming new parents. And we wish you guys well and have wonderful new memories for your children to be never forgotten.

   Kenny smiling: Thanks, Mr. Mackey. That means a lot to us.

   Suddenly, both Stan & Kenny’s stomachs growl pretty loudly.

   Stan little embarrassed: Sorry about that. Our stomachs using growl like this everyday during our pregnancy whenever we’re hungry.

   Kenny: Yeah, we gotta get going to feed ourselves and our babies. They don’t like to wait very long for food.

   Mr. Mackey: M’kay, I understand. Well anyway, it’s was nice to see you two again. I hope you guys can stop by the school and show us your new children whenever you can.

   Stan: We will, especially since they’ll be going to that school within a few years anyway.

   Mr. Mackey: So long, boys. And take care, M’Kay!

   Stan & Kenny: Bye!

   Several minutes later after seeing Mr. Mackey, they were back at the entrance where they met up earlier.

   Stan: Hey dude, do you want to come over at my place to eat lunch?

   Kenny: Thanks for the offer man, but I’ll pass. After lunch, I’m just gonna give myself a hot bath and wait there until Butters gets back from work because he doesn’t get home until around 3. I want to keep on discussing with him on naming our baby.

   Stan: Oh, okay then. I might also give myself a hot bath too after lunch while reading my book.

   Kenny: What book are you reading? Is it an another book about the great “John Elway”? *laughs*

   Stan: Nope, I’ve already read 3 books about him. I’m actually reading a book by “Cesar Millan” on how to raise a perfect dog. I’m thinking about rescuing a dog sometime after me and Kyle find a new house that has more room than our current apartment.

   Kenny: That’s pretty sweet.

   Stan: Anyway, I better get going now to feed myself and my baby. Oh and Kenny, one last thing.

   Kenny: Yeah?

   Stan: When you and Butters have a name for your daughter, please give me a text or call when you have it.

   Kenny: Sure thing. And you do the same when you and Kyle have a name for your son.

   Stan: Will do. I hope we see each other sometime soon after our childbirth. Have a great day, Ken. Bye!

   Kenny: See you soon, dude. Bye!

   A few days later after meeting up at Stark’s Pond, Stan & Kenny gave each other a call about finally having a name for their soon to be born babies. Stan & Kyle’s baby boy was named “Robin”, and Kenny & Butters’ baby girl was named “Jasmine”. A week later, they both finally went into labor and gave birth to Robin & Jasmine. Only about a month later after childbirth, Robin & Jasmine finally met each other for the 1st time during a huge celebration party to congratulate Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Butters on their new babies and becoming parents to start a new family. It was from that moment on, is where the huge friendship between Robin & Jasmine started. And it shall be a wonderful bond that’ll never be broken, just like the eternal bond between their mothers before them.

                                                                    The end

[crystu-cii]

OF COURSE!!!! I'd say you're hella close to it!!! Definitely closer than I am XDD 💖💞💝💕💝❤️💕💕❤️ A G R EED /hj XDD

Yeah ;w; oohh that sounds super interesting!! I can understand not pursuing a story tho, stories are d i f f icult-- XD fun, but difficult, and you need an attention span for them! (Why do you think I only write one page stories??)

OMS yessss that's so accurate tho-- like I haven't changed much if I'm being honest (I spend a LOT of time inside.. XD) awww-- I can understand that- in japan we didn't have a backyard, so I stopped going outside much at all-- occasionally I biked to convenience stores or walked to vending machines, that was cool, but no backyard :/ having no backyard sUCks, like where am I supposed to scream into the void?? INSIDE?? /j

OMS-- CRYS XDD what a Mood™ tho- "oh I'm gonna continue this thing!!" *does something else entirely*

XDD It was done Against My Will™ (get Against My Will on the album I Haven't Awoken Well Rested Since I Was A Child by the band The Bags Under My Eyes Aren't Makeup! XD) MOOD-- I spent the quarantine summer doing nothing but staying up until the sun rose and sleeping until it was at its peak- where did the time goooo

I AGREE HOW DARE HE- LIKE EXCUSE?? YOU TINY HEATHEN??? anyways now I'm trying to go back to squirting him with a squirt bottle to startle him(even tho he's a fan of water, the harsh spray startles him) but anyways thank you crysss I'm never getting a cat in my life now bc of this rude child (dogs are superior anyways /hj)

(and now time to reply to the OTHER ask cause I'm efficient and not going to send two separate asks to respond to things that can be responded to at the same time.. ....why did I even ramble about that wtf henry(huh I never refer to myself by name that felt weird))

Okay!! No worries dude, you can always take your time with replies, I just don't trust tumblr XD 💞❤️💕💝💝💖💕❤️💖 of course!!! Thank you!!! 💖💕💕💖💞💕

Oooh!!! That sounds super fun!!! Man I miss hanging out with my friends-- but my closest friend(lives in my neighborhood) has a parent who works in other people's houses, so high risk, and the rest live several hours away :)) but anyways yeah that sounds hella!!!! I love that y'all were just like "okay well. we're gonna hang out anyways." XDD

Aww-- I'm glad you are!! My brother and his bf were supposed to come but I think we have to postpone that cause someone in his workplace tested positive for covid :( YESS FOODDDD-- oooh cheesecake?? I've never heard of having it on Thanksgiving!! Usually we have pumpkin, cherry, apple, and pecan pies!! (We're having pumpkin and cherry ones this yeah!! Two pumpkin pies, a cherry pie, and a cherry cobbler--) I... Have never heard of pineapple pie in my life! Sounds like it would make pineapple-on-pizza haters burst into tears tho--

YOURE WHAT-- CRYS YOU HEATHEN IT IS NOVEMBER!!!!! /j I can't stand Christmas music, being a choir student made me not be a huge fan of it-- too much Christmas music.. ugh. (Straight no chaser is tolerable at least. And Pentatonix. And covers by artists I like. But if I have to hear Jingle Bells ONE MORE TIME--) YESSS BESTOW UPON ME THOU'S PRESENCE AND PRESENTS... Ooh nice!! Pfft XDD Yess- I have multiple on my wishlist-- mostly for the switch-- OMS I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T ASK FOR THSC-- MAYBE IM THE HEATHEN--

Okay, it's January 5th! Literally not even two weeks after Christmas-- Feel free to scream happy birthday at me :3 XDD now I'm curious, what's yours?

awhhh thank you ;w;; 💕💞💕💞💞💕💞

and legiT- and omg- also what i do a lot is thinking i have a story all in control but then i realise that i only focused on the main parts and nOT the transitions and all that shit and then i end up last minute thinking them- XDD and ngl one page stories sound SOO much better- imo- not just for writing- but for reading as well- whenever i go to see a fanfic I always read the ones that has one chapter- dunno how to fully explain it- possibly cause its satisfying to see a story actually have its end other than a long lasting series that will never end- XDD oneshots are my FUEL

buT WoW omg this topic has now made me realise how i barely go outside- XDD i wish there would be other thingd around my neighborhood other than a "park" that has DEAD GRASS and the sprinklers go off like every hour for some reason- duNNo what the builders were thinking but i guess i dont mind- i stay in my house a whOLELE lot xD

and YESS IT GETS ME EVERYTIME- "hey lets draw-" *-WRITES-* XDD AND ABHAHAHAHA (NOW ON YOUR LOCAL MUSIC STORES- XDDDD) and omG MEEE- the times i would usually sleep would be around 3 am to 6 am- ironically my mom has a more screwed up schedule than i do- and SHE STILL HAS- last night she told me that she hasnt slept in 48 HOURSSS- MaMAAA PLEASE SLEEP

GO AWAY CAT HEATHEN- XD and omG a squirt bottle of water yes XDD and awh i definitely understand now how youll not get a cat- sounds like a hecka pain ;0;; i never even had a pet before (or not that i would recall- oh wait i think i had fish but i have an embarrassing story that made my mom ban fish from the household- OH MAN the shame)

and yeahh oh man- i hope you are okay with all these topics XDD and thank you!! 💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞

awwhh i see- i wish you can hang out with your friends without it being too risky! that reminds me of that one time where my friend said "hey so uh you guys can hang out at my house since at my parent's workplace someone was positive for covid" and then immeadiately after they were like "SO WE NEED TO GO TO ONE OF YOUR GUYS' HOUSE" and Im LIKE- UH- NOO??? nOt AfTEr you just say THAT- nuh uh- thankfully we didnt hang out that day- better safe than sorry xD

and omggg those pies sound AWWESOMEEEE- i always wanted to try pumpkin pie before but when i asked my mom that she was like "nO iTS diSGusTing" and im like "*visible confusion*" and lOwKEY SAME- pineapple pie just sounds a bit off but my mom was really hyped to make it xD i'd actually say its not that bad! but im still not a fan of pineapple so uhhh xD (aNd YEAH IT DOES feel like it would make those haters cry-- XDD)

and PFHAOHFA IM A LIVING HEATHEN- XDD omg at this time of year- it gets CRAZYY for me- first off- Tree is a true filipino- right when it was the first day october- youd hear them say "FUCK HALLOWEEN"(and id just whine to them like "BUT HALLOWENENENEN") and then their family set up a whole christmas tree and over-the-top decorations- and omg- if you hate christmas music- you would despise the philippines sO MUCH- when the FIRST day of SEPTEMBER hits- CHRISTMAS MUSIC ON ALLLLL THE STORES- it will drive you WILDDD ( yeah its actually a normal filipino thing- not that i ever went to the philippines myself at tHAT time of year- but my friends and family tell me all about it- filipinos are the true christmas maniacs XDDD)

and awhhh choir must be a pain ;0;;; that would remind me how on one concert- the beginners class of choir screamed on purpose even though they werent supposed to- the teacher got so pissed XDDD and YESSS PRESENTSSSS- and awh man- i actually dont own ANY consoles at all- so the only things i can ask for is steam games- last year for christmas i got just shapes and beats- which was WORTHHH

and oo YAY- now i shall mark that on my calander- XD and mine is february 7!

[theroguequeenaniki]

I have a LOT more pictures and videos, but for this post, here are ten. (A lot of the pictures that I haven’t posted are blurry, but still great for memories, lol.)

Here is my fan-account/post about this weekend when I saw Tiffany Young in Dallas!

Friday November 15th 2019 - Sunday November 17th 2019

Whoo! A lot has happened this weekend! It was a very fun weekend, lol.

I went to Dallas with my sister, and one of my best friends, Raven ( @snek-and-angle), for a concert.

Friday November 15th 2019

Day before the concert.

On Friday I didn’t do a lot, mostly spent the day in great anticipation, and I packed, and did my nails, and all that. My brother and his girlfriend informed us they weren’t able to come to Dallas with us, so that’s the main reason I’m writing it here. B/c I’m using it as an introduction. Initially, this trip was going to be me, my friend Raven, my sister, my brother, and his girlfriend. But, last minute it ended up just being me, Raven, and my sister. But we still took my brother’s car. (He and my sister traded for the weekend, lol) So, yeah. I went to bed late b/c I was up packing. Lol.

Saturday November 16th 2019

Day of the concert.

My sister and I got up early, I got up at like 8a, she’d been up for a little while, lol. Raven had messaged me she was up at like 7a. So, we got dressed, made sure we had everything we needed, I grabbed a beverage (my usual cherry coke lol), we said bye to our parents (who were still in bed lol), and the cats, and hit the road. First stop was picking up Raven. We picked her up and then we officially were on our way to Dallas! 

We made one stop along the way, and that was at Buc-ees, b/c, well, we needed gas, plus, it’s Buc-ees. Lol. So, we got our gas, and also grabbed a snack. I got a chicken caesar salad and a pepsi icee. Then we drove the rest of the way to Dallas. We made really good time, and got there like 1 ½ hours before Check-in for our Hotel. So, we went to see if we could check in early, we couldn’t, b/c they didn’t have any King Suites available yet, but they allowed us to check our bags, and told us they’d call or text if our rooms were ready before 3p. So, we went to do a little exploring. There was a small park by our hotel, that had some Christmas decorations. We also popped into a Starbucks, but my sister & I didn’t get anything, only Raven did. We were going to chill there for a while, but..they closed. Lol. So, we went back to the park, and sat on a bench, and just did people and dog watching, chatting, and playing on our phones. Lol. Some kids came up selling bags of M&M’s for a $1, my sister and I declined, but Raven bought some (she loves M&M’s lol).

Our rooms weren’t ready before 3p, so at 3p we went back to the hotel, but only my sister’s room was ready. So, we got our bags, and went up to her room. We hung out in there, and I actually started to get ready for the concert, b/c our room was taking too long, lol. My outfit was a black lacy top, black leggings, and a maroon skirt, along w/ black boots. (Though at this point I was still wearing my tennis shoes lol)

My sister and I finally went down to see if our room was ready, and it was. So I got the room keys, and went back up, and Raven and I went to our room to finish getting ready.

Our hotel was Hotel Indigo, it was a pretty fancy hotel, located in Downtown Dallas, it stands where the Historic Dallas Opera house used to be. It was really nice and I loved it, but I think we felt a little out of place, lol. Anyway, we had two King Suites. One for my sister (which she was going to share w/ my brother & his girlfriend, but they didn’t come) and one for me and Raven. They were nice, they had a living room and a bedroom, a flat screen in both rooms, a really nice bathroom, a keurig, and a mini fridge. Mine and Raven’s suite was actually a little bigger lol.

So, once we were finally in our room, we finished getting ready. I did my hair(pig tails, w/ black and white bows, w/ metal buttons from Hot Topic, lol), makeup (literally just bb cream & lip gloss lol), put on jewelry(bangles, a cat ring on both ring fingers, my Buffy ring on my left ring finger and my ring from Sarah Rees Brennan on my right ring finger (yes, I wore two rings on each finger lol), I prepared my bag(tickets, id, money, lightstick, camera, portable phone chargers, etc), I put on my black boots, and then my sister met us at our room, and we went to dinner.

We went to a place called Zenna, which served Thai and Japanese food. And it just so happened to be Happy Hour, so I had a California roll and it was very good. We also had some edamame, and some spring rolls (which were some of the best spring rolls I’ve ever had). For my entree I had Teriyaki Chicken w/ fried rice, it was really good. I also had a coke for my drink. It was a really cool restaurant. Our waiter was also pretty cool, lol. We couldn’t finish our food, b/c there was so much, so we took the leftovers back to the hotel. (Leftovers I am currently eating while writing this post, lol) Raven and I then grabbed the things we’d forgotten, and then went back downstairs to get an uber and head to the venue. (My sister went back up to her room b/c she wasn’t going to the concert lol)

We took our uber to the venue, the guy literally got out of the car and opened the door for us, like a chauffer lol. (Raven followed along the route on her phone for as long as her phone would let her, and I followed it on google maps, I also texted my sister when we got in the uber, and when we got to the venue, for safety, always be cautious, you guys). And then stood in line for about an hour until doors opened at 7pm. We only had general admission tickets, so we didn’t get to meet Tiffany (this time, I’m hoping to get VIP the next time she tours, b/c I’m sure she’ll tour again, lol). The line wrapped around the side of the venue. It was cold, I brought my jacket, as I was wearing a lacy top, Raven had decided not to bring hers, b/c she was wearing a sweater, and we weren’t going to be outside very long. We ended up sharing my jacket back and forth, lol. A girl came around the line passing out glow sticks, we took them, but then after a while realized we didn’t want them, so we gave them to the people behind us, who were very happy to get them, b/c we’d gotten the last two. Some guys walked by offering “free hugs” and “free hugs from an Englishman” or something, Raven and I ignored them, lol. Once doors were open, the line moved pretty quickly, and we were inside by 7:04p. lol.

Once inside, we headed straight for the merch booth. I bought a tour t-shirt, the pen, and the photocard & stand set. Raven bought a lightstick. (I had my Girls’ Generation molar bong lol) Raven then bought a beer, and we went to find a place to stand, we were near the back. We took a pictures of our lightsticks together, and I was starting to accept that I would probably have a hard time seeing the stage, when the staff opened up the stairs to the balcony. Luckily, we were right by the stairs, so we booked it up there, and got a spot right on the railing, and I had a perfect view of the stage. (With a column blocking only a very small portion of the stage) I was right by the trash can, but it didn’t bother me (there wasn’t anything smelly in it) and it meant that there was no one but Raven beside me. Some girls asked Raven about her light stick, b/c it was the Tiffany Young one. Raven went down to buy another drink, and she bought me a coke. (B/c there was a $10 minimum & she needed to close out her tab lol) I took a few sips.

Then.

The show was starting. I had my lightstick in one hand, my camera in the other, and my coke at my feet (it was a bottled one lol). Everyone was chanting “TIFFANY! TIFFANY! TIFFANY!” the pink ocean below me was beautiful (I was part of a smaller pink ocean up top, but, of course, we were really all one pink ocean lol) Tiffany came out on stage dressed in sparkly blue shorts and a white top, white boots, blue lacy gloves, and a cowboy hat a fan had given her at the VIP Meet & Greet. I was floored. I was in awe. I was crying. I was screaming. I was singing. There in front of my eyes, in person, was the real life Tiffany Young of Girls’ Generation. I wasn’t looking at a screen, I was looking at the real Tiffany. She was singing Run For Your Life and I was so excited. I was filming, then I was taking pictures. She performed Over My Skin next. I’m not going to list the full set-list, b/c I can’t remember the order, and I can’t remember the names of some of the cover songs, lol. I didn’t film most of Run For Your Life and Over My Skin b/c I was taking pictures. Talk as well. I mastered, somewhat, the art of watching her on stage, and not looking at my camera, but keeping my camera on her. A few times it panned down to the audience, but, I mean, I was dancing and waving my lightstick and living in the moment! Because Tiffany Young was in front of me on stage putting on an amazing show and I was so so happy! Every song was more exciting, I didn’t touch my phone for 2 hours! I barely noticed how much my feet hurt (Raven and I both wore heeled boots, b/c they make our outfits look cool, and they make us taller, lol) I was living in the moment, I was seeing one of my idols, live and in person, for the very first time, after TEN YEARS of being a Sone. I was moved. It was..it was magnificent. I loved every second of it. I filmed most of the concert, though. Every song she performed, I just about died. Run Devil Run. Heartbreak Hotel. Teach You. All of them. I loved them all. She talked about how amazing we all are, and how much she loves us. She talked about mental health, and how important it is to take care of yourself, and to take care of those around you. She told us to let those we love and appreciate know we love and appreciate them. She interacted w/ us, and answered questions. She pointed out a fan w/ a rainbow flag. It was wonderful. It was magnificent. When the show ended, it felt like no time had passed, and I wanted it to go on forever! She came back out for the encore, and performed Magnetic Moon and Run For Your Life (again, I got it in full this time). And right as Run For Your Life ended, my camera died! Lol. I managed to get it back on to snap a few more picture, and then I put it away.

After the concert.

Once she had left the stage, and it was clear the show as over, Raven and I took some selfies, trying to get the stage behind us. And then staff told us they were closing off this section. So, I grabbed my coke from the floor, and we went back downstairs. We took a few more selfies, then tested Raven’s phone to see if we could order an uber, we could not b/c her phone wouldn’t come back on. So, we decided to use mine and order a lyft (b/c for some reason I had the lyft app already downloaded, even though I’d never used it before lol) We went outside, and it was freezing. We stood w/ the crowd by her tour bus for 20 minutes, while I tried to figure out the lyft app, and also hoping she would come out sooner rather than later..she didn’t come out before we left. But Raven was freezing, and our feet were killing us. So, we left to find one of the streets Lyft was telling us to go to. We found it, I ordered the lyft, and then we were on our way back to our hotel. (I texted my sister when we got in the lyft, and followed the route on both the lyft app, and google maps, for safety precautions) Once back at the hotel, I asked the front desk for some cutlery, so we could go up and eat our leftovers from dinner. Raven ate hers, but I only ate a few bites of mine, b/c it was cold and we didn’t have a microwave, lol. We went back down to the lobby in our pjs and bought powerades, lol. I made sure most of my stuff was packed, so the next morning wouldn’t be difficult, finished my powerade, brushed my teeth (and washed off my bb cream & lip gloss lol), had a bit of an issue when a very small cut started bleeding..but I dealt with it, it was fine. Lol. Then, we then watched some Holiday Baking competitions on the food network in bed, and then went to sleep. At least, she went to sleep, I was awake for longer than I wanted to be, b/c some of our neighbors were having a real good time, if you get what I mean. I also had a bit of a headache, which I assume was from the concert, b/c of the super loud music, and probably the crash from the adrenaline rush of the concert. I did eventually get some sleep though.

We did make one fatal mistake that night, part of the reason are feet were killing us at the concert is because..we wore the boots to dinner. We knew we were going to go back to the hotel after dinner, b/c we weren’t going to let my sister walk back alone, and we had things to get from the room, but we wore our boots anyway. So, our feet were already dead before we even left for the show.

Sunday November 17th 2019

Day after the concert.

I had set an alarm for 9:30a, so we woke up then. I actually set the alarm sound as Run For Your Life, b/c obviously. Lol. We got up, my feet were so sore, but so were my legs. I have a blister on one of my toes, lol. My sister texted saying to tell her when we were awake and ready to go. I told her we were awake, and we’d be ready soon. We got dressed and finished packing, I started drinking my coke from the night before (cause caffeine, also it surprisingly wasn’t flat! Lol). I took the shampoo & conditioner, and the lotion, b/c they were Rosemary Mint scented. Lol. I wore my Magnetic Moon Tour t-shirt, b/c of obvious reasons. I did not wear the boots, I probably won’t wear those boots for quite a while. Lol. We made sure we had everything all packed, and then we left the hotel at 10:30a.

We went back to the parking garage, and I was confused b/c I was looking for my sisters car, even though we came in my brothers. Lol.

Then, we went to a Japanese dollar store called Daiso, b/c we don’t have them here in Austin. It was so cool, and most things were $2. I ended up getting a cat fan, a purple erasable pen, a notebook, a pair of pink heart shaped glasses (like the ones from Taylor Swift’s You Need To Calm Down video, lol).  I also bought some soda flavored hi-chews that are fizzy (Raven says they’re really good), some cookies & cream pejoys. A Meiji Black Chocolate bar. A Dars white chocolate bar, that Raven said was a brand she loved in Japan. White chocolate coated cookies that Raven also said she loved in Japan. And a Hokkaido cream pastry, b/c, again, Raven said she loved them in Japan, lol. She actually got a green tea one, and I tried it and it was good, lol.

After Daiso, we headed to McAlister’s Deli to have lunch with my aunt and her boyfriend. (B/c they live in Ft. Worth.) I had the Four Cheese grilled cheese (though I took off the swiss, so it was a 3 cheese, lol, I also axed the tomato lol) a bag of chips, and a coke. We hung out and talked for a little while. And then we had to head out, so we could get back to Austin before it was dark.

So, we left Dallas/Fort Worth, and headed home. We stopped for gas. We stopped at a rest stop. And our only other stop was at Starbucks, where I got a Toasted White Chocolate Mocha Frappuccino. We got back to Austin as the sun was setting. We dropped off Raven, right before the sun fully set. Then my sister and I drove home. When we got home, our mom was on the front porch (to smoke..b/c both of my parents still smoke), and so she opened the door for us, cause our hands were full, lol. Sister and I greeted all the cats, aside from Luna, who was still hiding. And gave them treats, but they didn’t eat them, lol. Then when my mom came inside, we showed her what we got at Daiso, and I showed her my merch. Luna eventually came out of hiding, and came straight over to me to say hello. I gave the cats treats again, and this time they wanted them. Lol. Then I ate half of my left-overs from Zenna (b/c I brought them all the way home lol). My sister & mom both seperatly ordered Panda Express through Uber Eats. Lol. My dad got home (he spends every Sunday over at his brother’s house for football lol). And, things were pretty normal for a Sunday night, lol. I was at my computer watching videos for a few hours, and scrolling Twitter. Occasionally going to talk to my mom. The cats have been doing their thing. And then I typed all this up, while eating the other half of my left-overs. Lol.

Overall it was an amazing weekend and I’m so happy I got to experience it with one of my best friends and my sister. I’m so happy I got to see Tiffany Young live. I think I’m still in shocked disbelief. Like, it feels like a dream. If not for my feet still being sore, and my merch, pictures, and videos, I probably would think it was a dream. Lol. It was the best weekend! 

[macklives]

homestuck recap

i hated this so fucking much bc my 2 am bitch-ass didnt want to read a recap thats probably longer than any slowburn out there

anyways here it is

also, uhhH sorry im using this as a end of session discussion bc that shit gets explained in her as well. and im not writing up more recaps of a recap so this is where im done for the day. (by done for the day i mean last nights session, im still doing a liveblog soon. i just wrote this yesterday)

also that this is long

you dont have to read it, theres nothing of importance

ive been coping with humor to get me through it

neato.

have fun with what i suffered through:

why was “beta” the only thing unhighlighted?

like did i miss a page???

OH its the beta version of HS thats why

damn its like 5 pages and thats it

mmh

well youll all be happy to know im clicking every single one of these links again bc i like looking back like ahh i remember that. good times. also in case i forgot some shit existed.

do you think andrew had fun writing this? or was he like “fuck”

thats a lot of fucking package talk. good thing im not confused as of now and remember it pretty clearly. of else, this early on in the recap, id be screwed.

god remember when i did an analysis on each item and what it did

i feel as if i have the technology engrained inside my head right now

cruxite, alchemeter, all that jazz

flashbacks are starting up already

yeah, that was the good part in homestuck where i knew 100% that i probably would continue on this liveblog in its entirety, ngl

that one explosion scene. bc it kept me going.

OH W A IT SHIT

i just realized how the intermission spades probably fucking foreshadowed the whole jack revolts thing and gains the ring, which was also technically JOHNS fault considering he slashed up the doll in the first place

my god, i guess thats the only good aspect of the recap. looking back at things and realizing the missing pieces.

oh that makes sense for the whole “this prototyping had no effect on the enemies, since he was already in the medium” i didnt actually think about that

little did rose know where that would get her right now

oh yeah

there’s still the whole entire lab terminal thing and how mom basically knows the place exists. i guess we’re still venturing onto that and itll come up later when we find out how mom knows SO MUCH about the game.

still think shes some weird spy or secret agent

i kinda love her ngl

anyways, theres literally no reason for skaia to produce a cloning machine. so technically, they only sent the meteors in, right? so who put the cloning machine in if not mom?

oh yeah that impact was nerve wrecking asf

and still at this point in the comic i called dave fuckboy red

huh, how times change

i hated reading that whole paragraph ngl, the frustration just kicked me in the boobs again

yeah nobody else got tornadoes, huh?

OH that makes also much more sense

bc she did prototyped them before she entered the medium.

i gotcha

man one of my favorite edits i made, rose hitting that meteor with a bat

are you

telling me

the exiles structures they arrived on were in the form of the items the kids used to enter the medium?

THE EGG

THAT EXPLAINS “EGG”

of course it was 413 years ago. that was never explained. simply vague “many years in the future....” but i expected no less from this

man serenity is the most wholesome character in hs no doubt

damn thought andy here was really gonna spoil us jade’s planet

okay cool, im glad i now have the layout to the whole “their stations went to the coordinates of the home button” shindig

man i honestly dont know what else to say besides “yeah cool recap” when i already pretty much know what went down? ofc im looking into each link and shit and adding in things when i see fit, but otherwise its just me going “ah good times” yknow

the whole meteor thing kinda makes sense now?

we’re still missing a few pieces of info but we���re getting there, folks

oh yeah that reveal

god jade and dave have it in the shits for parents huh

bro isnt the best and jade has a fucking dog

who lowkey

is doing better than bro

who knew a fucking dog is a better guardian than bro lmfao

dreambot = terminator. im telling you.

sorry im still on that idea and it will never leave unless i have the actual proof in front of me that its not going to become a thing. meaning, ive finished hs and theres still no terminator dreambot or either andrew himself gives me a canon letter with “the robot is not arnold, mackenzie, pls just let it be”

why is the entire game session highlighted

i swear to god if this is like to a second recap or smth of the whole game session i may fucking CRY

okay thank god its just a design of the skaia layout

which is honestly cool

idk why its blurry tho but i can at least see the layout now. which is honestly how i pictured it anyways.

yeah, john did make a huge impact in his friends’ life and i find that so fucking touching

yep. got that. everything loops around. cool.

especially when the trolls come in. god we havent even gotten to that recap portion yet, we havent even gotten to the INTERMISSION

pls can this be the halfway point to the recap

AT LEAST

so they were exiled after the whole jack: ascend thing, right? considering theyre way in the future. man no fucking wonder.

speaking of jack

man that whole dad and jack interaction was gold, ngl

OH THAT EXPLAINS THE RING THEN

and wow, andrew’s really giving us the best female content huh. andrew is the true god of equality and diversity.

also hey, i didnt realize that wow. so PM tricked the queen in showing the parking ticket to be able to take the present from jack. she’s a smart cookie, that one..

she and PM basically snitched on jack and it was the best thing that has happened to me so far

oh yeah okay

but why did AR panic over bec? bc thats something we havent learned yet, right?

anyways

exile town, the only town which should exist. facts. i dont make the rules.

noice

i love PM being queen. like.. thats canon now. shes an actual queen.

yeah that was a fun game and the consorts were cute

fuck yeah the dick head

hate them even more now that i know john was killed because of them

anyways, i wonder what dick move dave’s denizen did? maybe thats why its filled with lava bc the denizen was like “fuck it. make the land red. kill them all”

UH WHAT

WHAT

OH MY GOD HOW DID I JUST FORGET NANNAS LETTER LIKE THAT LMFAO

THEIR TITLES WERE THERE THE WHOLE TIME!

so i still dont know what they mean but i can gather it has something to do with the game giving them abilities. considering dave is the “knight of time” and he can go back in time. whack.

which means john can either control someones breathing or simply wind. and rose is... like that one girl in the winx club who does the sun shit. bc whenever i think of light powers, i think of stella.

and jade is space. witch of space.

nice

i have no idea what that means ngl

okay finally

we’re at the trolls

maybe this recap will end soon

i remember when i thought they were internet bullies

yesss

someone asked if i basically knew the trolls were on a different veil than the kids, so not presently with them, and i know lol. i was making a joke before btw. jsyk. dont think im incompetent to forget these things when sometimes i choose to forget it so i can add in a joke

it be like that, i annoy many

then again, pls dont assume im trying to say im not incompetent bc im also a fucking dumbass and DO forget shit and i have no excuse

imagine being so bored on the meteor, your last resort is speaking to aliens

ngl me if i was ever trapped on a meteor and could potentially do that

nah ik its bc its their only hope at helping with their session or whatever tf CG said to john. but there was BOUND to be a conference meeting between them like “okay guys. humans. that needs to be sorted out” and you just hear CG screaming in the background

i cant wait to meet them honestly bc im growing on all 4 of the ones we’ve seen already. and on top of that, i know what they look like and i know theyre not THAT bad, just a little on the crayy zee side sometimes

but theyre trying

OH MY GOD

I GET IT

FUCK

DOES THAT MEAN THE INTERMISSION IS *APART* OF THE MAIN FUCKING STORY??

AND SPADES IS WV FOR THE TROLLS

GOD D A M N

wow

i didnt expect that. but maybe the signs were there and i was just willingly choosing to ignore it or smth bc “haha couldnt be, right”

flashbacks to how i thought the trolls were humans

anyways, i guess he got his revenge on the kids version of “snowman” ie the black queen. but really

he did not have to do that. he could have cut off the finger and fled. but he decided “nah, lets implode her” so the loml is dead and all i got was a catchy song

i knew they were different types of “bullies” but now i just have to replace bullies with uhh

trolling strategies

anyways, this is cute. i love how they’ve come to be friends through mutual frustration. good part in the comic.

i wonder why it explodes

more importantly

....

terminator time?

this was my favourite sequences of dialogues in the whole entirety of homestuck. that is to say the back and forth thing that the kids went through to become a sort of wingman for the other.

absolutely gold.

all except AT’s rap.

GC was the only smart one with the linear shit

anyways fuck he still has to kill the denizen now but apparently its hard to beat for a sleeping dick head so

that will be fun for the future

john will probably need to kill A LOT of imps to get there

yeah rose is a badass bc she slayed that thing with needles of all things

OH and the white queen was the cursive

damn did AR ever do the whole guide process to a kid yet? maybe he will with dave, idk

oHHH

i fucking SEE

thats why he said DNA

to use it and replace all the life forms in the ocean

fucking neat wow

man that sounded sarcastic but im genuinely impressed bc all i got was bullshit as i read jaspersprites log

so thats the secret. it was “meow” bc that somehow translates to the genetic code she needs then. and that code apparently took fucking years to write as well. sick. whack. oh man.

derse is very pretty, ngl

and wow shit

“dave had already been awake in his tower all along without realizing it” how tf does someone just

do that, awake in both places at once

i didnt even fucking realize that fact as i read that pesterlog wow

ah yes, around the time things got confusing

okay so the capsule makes sense bc at first i didnt know it was a fucking time capsule so i got confused as to how it just apparated the game lmfao

the more you know i guess *twinkle*

i find that a neat concept tho

like the whole whatever you prototype affects the imps and shit

yeah so that whole “he had no advice” basically impacted his future

no shit dave wanted to reset things bc he probably thought he caused some sort of bad butterfly effect and killed his best friend

fuck calsprite thats all im gonna say

i read that first sentence and i think i got an aneurysm

and then everything else just made me sad again

i mean good thing he fucking did amirite?

we got pain at first but now we got cool shit like idk

fucking DAVESPRITE

damn idk how that works

will rose have like two minds now? or will this be some steven universe fusion shit?

“and understood their meaning” course well i fucking didnt so could you pls elaborate, rose?

okay but then what the fuck did he use that was inside the fucking box

bc i thought he used his knife?

im only every going to refer him as that now, thank you andrew

alright okay..

god that was a lot

i dont know what will happen once i click on those links but i am going to see that for myself bc i refuse to add ANYTHING ELSE

[ak47stylegirl]

Sick days: Chapter 2

Okay here’s the second part of this fic, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! :D

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He was busy at work when his phone went off, the caller's Id being Alan’s and Gordon’s school. Which never meant anything good he has learnt.

He really hoped this wasn’t a call about one of his brother’s misbehaving, heaven knows those two can get up to mischief, he through shaking his head, a slight smile on his lips. Those two were a class act, he’ll give them that...

“Hello, this is Scott Tracy...” he answered, holding his phone to his ear as he walked over to a private corner, giving his coworkers a signal that he was going to be a minute. “What is the pleasure of this call?”

“Hello, Mr Tracy, I’m one of the nurses at Alan’s school..” His smile dropped, worry starting to gather in his gut.

Those words always filled him with dread, it meant something happened to one of his brothers and seeing as the nurse had said Alan’s school, he was assuming it was Alan.

His mind flashed back to this morning, where Alan was complaining of feeling sick, and guilt started to build up in his chest. Was Alan actually telling the truth this morning? And he didn’t listen?

“Alan came into the sickbay a little while ago with a fever, his teacher having sent him here..” the nurse explained to him, “he’s looking visually unwell, sneezing and coughing constantly. In the time he has been here he has gone through nearly half a box of tissues and that not including the one he brought with him from class…”

Guilt was overwhelming him as he listened to the nurse, his heart hurting more and more for his baby brother. “Okay...okay, I’m assuming you want me to come and pick him up?” He asked, holding his phone with his shoulder as he started to pack his things up, mouthing to his coworkers ‘sick child’ so they knew what was going on.

“Yes, he really isn’t in any state to be anywhere but in bed..” the nurse answered, “this horrible cold has been going around the whole school for weeks, taking kids out like flies, especially the younger ones...”

He grimaced at the mental image, this cold sounded really bad. “Would I be able to talk to Alan?” He asked as he clocked out early, the clock reading 11:45am. He grabbed his car keys and waved his coworkers goodbye half-heartedly, heading down to his car.

“Of course, ” he heard the nurse put the phone down and after a minute or two someone picked it up, their breathing sounding laboured and congested.

“Scoddy?” A little voice sniffled, sound absolutely without a doubt, sick as can be. His heart broke at the voice, wanting nothing more than to give his baby brother a hug and apologise for not realising he was actually feeling sick.

“Hey sweetheart…” he said gently as he opened his car door, getting into the driver's seat but not turning the car on yet, “I heard you’re feeling sick, is that true?” He didn’t need to hear Alan’s answer to know that it was true, anyone with ears could tell Alan was sick.

“Yea-“ Alan sniffled, sounding really wet and drippy “Y-yeah, I don’t b-beel rea-“ Alan’s breathing hitched, a sneeze coming on, “r-really g-goo-“ a loud wet sneeze echoed through the phone, followed by a miserable groan and a damp sounding nose blow.

His heart just hurt at the sound, oh, his poor baby…

“I..Wadt..h-hobe!” Alan whimpered, sounding like he was the verge of crying and he seemed even more horribly stuffed up now. “I...I don’t beel w-w-wel-“ another explosive sneeze echoed through the phone, followed by another and another and another. Each sounding wetter and more out of control.

‘Okay dear, that’s enough you need to go lay back down now..’ he heard the nurse say to Alan before speaking to him again, “as you can obviously hear, he’s really is not well, he needs to be home and in bed. We can give him some Panadol to try to lower his fever, but we need permission from a guardian or parent first..”

He sighed, leaning his head against his steering wheel, “You got my permission, I'll be there as soon as I can” He said before hanging up, his voice slightly choked.

Hearing Alan sound so...so unwell and upset, hurt so badly. He was feeling so guilty right now, he should have taken the time to listen to Alan instead of focusing on how they were late. What kind of parent/guardian didn’t notice their kid was sick?

Dad or Mum would have noticed, but they weren't around anymore, it was just him that was left to look after his brothers… even though it has been four years since they lost them, at times like this, it seemed like only yesterday that the car crash happened.

He sighed again, straightening up and blinked a couple of tears out of his eyes before sending out a quick text to Virgil that he only needed to pick Gordon up today, that Alan was sick and he was going to pick him up now.

The reply was almost instantaneous, ‘okay, thanks for letting me know and poor Allie..’ Virgil add a sad emoji at the end of his text.

With that taken care of, he put his seatbelt on and started the car up. He reversed out of his parking spot and turned his car towards the road.

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He pulled up to the School at around 12:20pm and parked his car in the parking lot. He locked his car before heading into the school and to the sickbay. As he entered, he could see what the nurse had meant by kids dropping like flies.

There were so many kids in here, some looking sicker than others. Most of them were in the six to ten age range, with a couple of teenagers thrown in.

“Ah, Mr Tracy..” a nurse noticed him, the same nurse that had spoken to him on the phone. “Alan is this way…” he was lead into a side room, which was darker than the other room and filled with beds. Nearly every one of them was filled.

“It's crazy, I know…” the nurse sighed, seeing his slightly horrified look. “This virus been as I said to you on the phone, going around the school for weeks and it still not easing up” the nurse explained, “once the virus takes hold, it seems to last for weeks on end..”

He grimaced, this cold virus was seeming worse and worse. It was just plain alarming to him to see how many kids were sick. The nurse stopped at a bed that held a sleeping little blond boy.“We had someone grab his stuff for him, so you don’t have to worry about that..” Tissues were mostly in a bin by the bed, but some were scattered around Alan. There was a tissue box laying on the bed next to Alan, which was nearly empty.

His heart contracted at the sight as he came up to the bed, getting a good look at Alan. Even in the low light, he could tell that Alan was paler than usual, his cheeks puffy and his nose was bright irritated red, obviously swollen and congested.

Oh, baby, you’re really not well, are you? he thought as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Allie…” he whispered, gently rubbing Alan’s shoulder, “time to wake up sweetie…”

Alan blinked his eyes opened and looked up at him with unfocused, watery red eyes. “Scoddy?” Alan asked weakly, sitting up slightly with a sniffle as he rubbed at his leaky nose.

He really sounds way worse in person, he thought as he looked at Alan with sad eyes. A doctors appointment was definitely on the agenda tomorrow...

“Hey baby…” he said softly, giving Alan a comforting little smile as he ran his hand through Alan’s hair, “it’s time to go home..”

Alan nodded weakly as he sat up slowly, reaching down for his shoes but froze as a couple of big messy wet sneezes caught him by surprise. Alan reached blindly for the tissues as a couple more sneezes exploding out of him with vile strength, one hand trying to cover the sneeze while the other desperately trying to grab a tissue.

By the end of the fit, Alan was shivering and shaking, a compleat mess of snot and germs. Alan’s eyes were even wetter than before, tears running down his face. He looked so miserable... 

“Oh baby, you’re really feeling under the weather, aren't you?” He said gently, running his hand through Alan’s hair as his baby brother tried to clean himself up. 

Alan nodded with a damp clogged up sounding sniffle, looking exhausted. Alan’s nose was even redder now, and there was a little stream of thick mucus leaking out one of Alan’s nostrils, not stopping no matter how much Alan sniffled or wiped it. 

“Let me help you with your shoes, you just relax, okay?” he said gently as he stood up, grabbing Alan’s shoes and bending down to put them on Alan’s little feet while Alan watched him, sniffling before blowing his nose. It wasn’t a pleasant sound, it sounded just as wet and damp as it looked.

He sighed, his heart hurting so much for his baby brother, “I’m sorry I didn’t notice you were feeling so bad, baby…” he said once he was done tying Alan’s shoelaces, looking up at Alan with an apologetic look. “And I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you when you tried to tell me…”

Alan sniffled, rubbing his nose a couple times, looking at him with tired watery eyes “Id’s ohay…” Alan mumbled softly before coughing into his elbow. Alan shuttered, groaning in misery.

He frowned and sighed, standing back up and picked up Alan’s bag and threw it over his shoulder. Before leaning forward and picking Alan up, supporting him on his hip and giving Alan a little hug as he did so...

Alan’s head collapsed tiredly against his shoulder, his arms wrapping around his neck, his eyes seeming to start to flicker between open and shut. “Let get you home, shall we?” he whispered softly, kissing Alan’s temple. 

He quickly signed Alan out school and walked out of the sickbay, heading toward his car. Alan was sniffling into his neck, and now that he was holding Alan, he could feel the heat radiating from him. Yeah, his baby brother did have a fever...

He would have to stop by the chemist on the way home to get some much needed cold supplies, he knew this cold would be shared around the family. It was a bit unavailable, so he wanted to be ready.

Though there goes the new paint job he wanted to get for his car, he thought bittersweetly as he unlocked his car, putting Alan’s school bag in the boot. Though it wasn’t a question which was more important to him, Alan would always come first, his brothers always came first. 

He opened the backseat door and gently lowered Alan into his booster seat. Alan groaned, looking up at him with tired, sleepy eyes. “you’re okay, Allie?” He asked, giving Alan a little smile as he made sure Alan’s seat restraints were tight and secure.

Alan shook his head weakly, coughing a couple of time into his elbow before pulling away with a groan. “By head hurts...” Alan said, his nose dripping, making Alan sniffle and sniffle in a futile attempt to stop it from running. “and by tummy hurts and my dose hurts too!” 

“shhh, I know...” He said gently, brushing Alan’s fringe away from his forehead. “I know you’re feeling terrible Allie, i’ll get you to bed soon, promise baby...” he tenderly kissed Alan’s forehead. “we just have to stop at the chemist quickly on the way home, okay?” 

Alan’s shoulders slumped in disappointment, a pout on his lips “..Ohay...” Alan nodded with a shiver before quickly grabbing out a used tissue from his pocket and sneezing to it a couple times and using it to wipe at his nose as well, the dampness of the tissue obviously irritating Alan’s nose more. Alan groaned in misery. 

He frowned, he should have grabbed some tissues for Alan back at the sickbay, so he had some fresh ones, he thought with a concerned frown. Did he have any tissues in his car? Wait! Yes, he did! He was sure he had some in his glove box!

He closed the back seat door and walked around to the driver's side and got in. He reached over to the glove box and grabbed a small packet of travel tissues out of it. “Here, use them if you need them, okay?” He said as he handed Alan the packet of tissues.

Alan nodded, already opening them and using them on his sensitive runny, drippy nose. He sighed sadly, turning back around and turning the car on, keeping an eye on Alan through his car’s rearview mirror as he backed out. As they turned on to the main road, Alan started sneezing and sneezing, with no end in sight, the tissues begin to dwindle with each sniffle, nose blow and sneeze.

At this rate, he would have to buy about five whole boxes of tissues…

[imagine1sweetlove]

Song: Vises: Mothica (This’ll be posted in two parts since it’s long - Part A)  WARNING - There is Content of Sexual themes, Alcohol, Abuse READ AT OWN RISK. 

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 “W-Wait… I was just joking… She-She wanted to make me look bad so I thought I would play along..” Deborah stumbled out in shock only to be interrupted by Rosa.

“Oh come off it, there's no use trying to lie now. What do you really think we’re that stupid?” She said extremely pissed off

  “Wha-What? No, that’s-that’s not what I-” She trails off then turn towards Castiel who has been silent this whole time “Kitten you-you gotta believe me” She said acting like she was about to cry but anyone could tell that it wasn’t real and as she looked around she realized that no one was falling for it and her tears quickly turned to anger.

“Ugh! You know what! Fuck you all! Who needs all you losers.” She yelled as she stormed off. As she was leaving all I could do was stare at her. 

  I can’t breathe, I thought that after exposing Deborah to the school and clearing my name would make things better. So why do I just feel empty?  I haven’t felt this kind of emptiness since… since after my older brother's funeral, the whole reason I moved here. As I was looking around at all the students of Sweet Amoris High School, people who I thought of as friends and who I thought felt the same, many of whom had a regretful expression, I wasn’t sure anymore tho. And then there was Castiel, He’s face was one that could shatter a heart. 

Rosa started walking towards me but I couldn’t think straight. I started to slowly back away shaking my head. I can’t breathe. I could see Alexy talking to me with Lysander nearby but it was like I couldn’t hear what he was saying. I can’t breathe, so I did what I could. I ran. I ran out of the school, I could tell that there were people following me but I didn’t care. I just had to find somewhere to breathe. 

Next thing I know I’m falling to my knees. I try and look around and can barely make out the park near my house when I get hugged from behind. I would have freaked out if I didn’t recognize the perfume, Rosa. I turn into her hug and I can’t hold it back anymore. Next thing I know, I start crying. Tho I’m not sure why. Maybe it's because I feel empty, or my heart feels like it was shot but either way, she lets me cry into her. After what feels like hours but is probably only 20 minutes I calm down enough to stand.

“Are you ok Emmaline?” I look to my left and see Lysander, Alexy trailing behind him. I can only nod, not fully trust my voice. “Do you want us to walk you home?” He asked walking a bit closer as if he was afraid I would brake again.

“It’s ok Lysander, You should probably go check on-on Castiel tho, he needs his best friend right now. And I have Rosa and Alexy.” I said trying to sound convincing tho the look on his face tells me it’s not working very well. He takes one look at Rosa, who nods her head and puts her arm around my shoulder.

“ Ok, Rosalya text me when you get her home, please. And tell Leigh that I’ll probably be home late,” he says looking a little apprehensive but didn’t say anything.

It thankfully didn’t take Rosalya, Alexy, and I long to reach my apartment building after we left the park. And thankfully they didn’t force me to talk because I don’t think I could have without crying again. After saying goodbye and going inside my apartment I noticed that my Aunt wasn’t home yet.

The empty feeling still hadn’t gone away and as I was looking in the kitchen for something to eat even though I wasn’t that hungry I noticed the bottles of vodka in the back of the freezer. I thought for a half a second before grabbing the half-empty one. I looked at the bottle as I walked to my room and locked the door. As I walked in I turned on my laptop and started playing music then sat down on the floor next to my bed and opened the bottle, and took my first drink in a long time.

It’s been four days since what happened and I was thankfully able to talk Aunt Agatha into me staying home for a while. Yesterday she told me that she had to go away for a business trip and would be gone for four days, at first she was worried but I told her that I would be ok. So here we are, Auntie had left this morning and left my more than enough money to last me her being gone. Not long after she had left the emptiness came back. I looked at the clock as it just turned 2:15 pm. I decided to take a shower hoping that it would help.

Once I got out of the shower I put on a pair of white skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt. I then grabbed my wallet, keys, and my hoodie and went to the nearest corner store, having just turned 18 during summer break I no longer need my old fake ID, not that I even have it anymore as my aunt took it day 1 of moving in with her. As I walked in I went straight to the alcohol at the back of the store, as I’m walking past the window to the back I noticed Rosalya and Leigh walking passed. I put my hood up and my head down hoping she doesn’t notice that I’m in here. I went to the fridge full of the little shot bottles and grabbed three of every type I could see. If I’m going back to school tomorrow I don’t think I’ll be able to make it without something in my system. I’m lucky enough that Agatha hadn’t noticed the alcohol missing from the freezer. 

I'd decided that I'd had enough to hold me over. I walked up to the counter checking to make sure that the coast was clear. The cashier was a tad skeptical and of course, asked for an ID. I obliged and pulled it out for him to check once nodding in approval he rang up my drinks. I hadn’t even flinched at the price. I took the paper bag in my arms and started off in a direction. I wasn’t quite ready to lock myself in the darkness of my room just quite yet. The streets were kind of empty. Everyone was at school at the moment, well everyone besides me and Rosalya and her boyfriend, however, it’s normal for her to not always go to school. I shook my head not wanting to think about them at the moment. I clutched the bag tighter seeing a small park I used to go to when I’d visit my aunt as a child. Walking up to it I saw that no one was there… Kind of sad how things turn out. Kind of like myself… 

I sat on one of the swings, I snagged a shooter from the bag and broke the seal with a satisfying click. Throwing my head back I felt the raw burn as it slid down my throat. I couldn’t care less at the moment. It was better than feeling nothing, and I’ve been feeling a lot of that recently. I bought enough to get me through the school day tomorrow since it was a Saturday, thank god it was a half-day, still torture none the less. I felt something well up but I pushed it back down with another shot. I felt myself fading a little more, with each drink that slid down my throat seemed to make the emptiness fade. Anger? Pain? I wasn’t feeling anything. Who’s fault was it? No one but my own, pathetic and worthless. My parents always told me I wouldn’t amount to anything and the person who I looked up to the most was now gone. No, one cares at this point… now that he’s gone… what is left for me to feel? The alcohol as it slowly consumes me… 

I threw another one back before I stood up and began to stumble back to my apartment. It was getting dark and a single girl, tiny and defenseless was never a good option after dark. I clutched the bag to my chest as my vision blurred a little. Careful to avoid most people, since school was out I could run into someone, or at least have a higher chance. I’m not quite prepared yet, not to talk with anyone. I just can’t… Took a little longer than usual, I made it back and just collapsed on the stairway of my apartments. I couldn’t… I couldn’t bring myself to go inside. It made the emptiness come back in full swing. I pulled out some Gin and guzzled it down like it was my life force. It burned… good… I deserve this… 

I heard something, no someone approached me from behind. Perhaps a passerby, perhaps a neighbor. I know it wasn’t my aunt, she was gone for another day and a half. A voice spoke, I froze… No, not right now, not yet. I’m not ready. 

“Emmaline?” A sweet yet concerned voice said. “Emmaline!?” the female, that every other woman envied was hovering over my semi-conscious body. “What are you doing? What are you thinking!?” She snapped at me, worry evident in her voice, a slight twinge of anger held in there. “Why wouldn’t you tell me that something’s going on! Why won’t you speak to us?” I could tell she had tears, her voice cracked as she called Leigh over to help her carry me inside. I felt my body being lifted and I clutched my bag closer to me. The jingling from my keys could be heard as we ventured into the apartment. “Emmaline, where’s your Aunt?” Her voice once again cracked seeing me in such a state. I was too far gone to respond. I felt myself being placed on what I’m assuming was the couch. Leigh tried to take the bag from me, a glare shot his way. Retreating his hands he stood by Rosa, his lips pursed. “Are you going to school tomorrow?” She said quietly… unsure of herself. 

I nodded my head not wanting to talk, more of trusting my voice to speak coherent words. Perhaps this was enough to settle them, to get them to leave, and let me wallow in my own self-doubt and destructive manors. 

“Emmaline, talk to us what's going, honey?” Rosa asked me kneeling on the floor next to the couch Leigh sat me on. I could only look at her as my eyes got blurry with tears. Rosa got up and sat next to me as I cried into her shoulder. It wasn’t long before I fully lost consciousness. 

Rosalya’s POV: 

I saw her fall asleep and pursed my lips laying her down, covering her with a blanket. I stood up and walked over to Leigh and sighs. “I don’t know what has gotten into her. She’s… she just won’t talk. I thought it was her I saw in the store but she didn’t say anything so, I let it slide. I knew I should-” My voice cracked as I hugged Leigh tears falling. It broke my heart seeing her in such a state

“I’ll talk to Lysander. Perhaps he can talk to Castiel for you…” He said trailing off holding me, while I was breaking in his arms. He kissed the top of my head. I know he hated seeing anyone in a state like either of us. I nodded in agreement. I didn’t really want to leave her but I had things I needed to finish at home. 

Emmaline’s POV:

It was about quarter 7, I woke with a splitting headache, Beautiful, a beautiful way to start the day… I vaguely remembered what happened the night before, talking to Rosa, and my drinks. I looked at the brown bag that fell out of my arms.  I looked at the clock once more and decided to go to take a shower. Gathering my clothes for school I hopped in letting the hot water scaled my aching muscles. Hopping out I dried myself off and got dressed throwing my hoodie with the kangaroo pocket. I shoved a couple of shooters in the pocket hiding them as I downed two. I looked at the clock and it was about 7:30 at this point. Sighing I decided it would be time to start walking to school. 

Thankfully the walk was rather uneventful, on top of the fact I didn’t run into anyone I knew. So otherwise a peaceful morning. The rest of the day, however, I’m not sure if it would go as smoothly. It was in between periods and right before lunch. I decided it time to take a couple more drinks. I took my bag with me into the restroom, locking myself into the stall. I had my headphones in my ears and my music played. I cracked open a Jack Daniels and threw my head back welcoming the burn that soon followed. Then a Gin, Vodka, Rum, I needed to feel it, So, I finished the 4th bottle. I leaned back letting everything flow in my veins. I breathed in deeply and sighed softly shoving a mint in my mouth hoping to mask the smell of alcohol. I closed the empty bottles and threw them in my backpack. Heading out of the bathroom, I think I was going to skip this next period. I just wasn’t feeling it. I pulled one ear but out encase a teacher caught me. 

“Emmaline…” I heard a stern voice call out to me. It was a voice I know all too well… Castiel… I kept my head low and just kept walking. He grabbed my shoulder to force me to face him “Leigh told Lysander to come talk to me… He said that Leigh and Rosa found you practically half-dead on your steps. What the hell?” He demanded from me. I just couldn’t meet his eyes and turned away again. “No… Look at me!”  He growled lowly and spun me again making the full vodka bottle fall from my hoodie pocket. He carefully leaned down and picked it up, turning back to me… I accidentally looked up and met his eyes and bit my lip. There was something there… In his eyes. Hurt? Betrayal? I couldn’t fucking tell and it was pissing me off. My voice was returning. 

“Fuck off… You don’t fucking own me, and your not my fucking boyfriend...:” I snapped. This was it, anything that was left holding on to the void was here, like an imploding black hole. I was gone. “You don’t fucking care about me and you never fucking did. Don’t fucking try and pity me or get pissed like you know me...because you don’t fucking know me.” I turned on him with a small smile upon my rosy lips. My eyes hollow and soulless, I felt myself snap. 

“What the fuck are you talking about Emmaline?! Why would you go and fucking drink yourself to this?! What does this fucking prove?!” He asked rather… Distraught? I didn’t fucking care anymore. I laughed…

“Well it didn’t fucking matter to you when she was fucking tormenting you, I wasn’t going to fucking watch you self destruct.” I laughed again and pushed him away. “And since I don’t seem to fucking matter to you since you know ROSA’S BOYFRIEND had to fucking tell his LITTLE BROTHER TO fucking TELL no… I bet BEGGED your sorry self to come fucking find my worthless, low and pathetic ass and “TALK” to me… Well you know fucking what? Fuck that, fuck you and fuck off! I don’t fucking care.” I spun on my heels leaving a stunned male in the hallway. Teachers walking out to see what the commotion was. I took off. I left this place. I couldn’t handle this not right now… My aunt is gone for two more days. Perfect. I kept running till I reached my place, as I came upon me building I slowed down.

“Emmaline!” I heard a voice from behind me, looking over my shoulder, about ready to yell at them when I noticed that it’s Lysander. I slowed down a little bit more to let him catch up as I walked into the building. It wasn’t till I was at my door when he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder and turned me around slowly. Looking up I noticed he was at eye level. 

“Emmaline, what's going? Rosa was over at Leigh’s and I’s place last night scared for you and now blowing up at school? This isn’t like you. Please, talk to us.” Lysander said with concern in his eyes. I stare at him for a moment before nodding my head towards the door, indicating to go inside first.

After we got inside I sat him down and explained the reason I moved to Sweet Amoris, my older brother Jace’s accident, and how I started drinking to cope with his death. How I felt empty after due to him being a huge part of my life even though he was 10 years older than me, he practically raised me with our parents almost always being gone for work. How after moving in with my Aunt I started to feel better little by little. How when Deborah showed up and started making almost everyone turn against me, the empty feeling started to return till it got too much. I watched as Lysander silently listened to what I had to say, everything I had been through. When I was fully done I lowered my head trying to keep the tears from once more falling. 

“Perhaps…” He started and looked at me with concern in his eyes “Perhaps instead of using alcohol as a way to deal with it, I know something I use is writing. Have you ever tried writing a poem or something? It may be a better way to cope with the grief you’re feeling.” He said, patting my head. For an odd reason, I found slight comfort in his actions. 

“Alright, I suppose… I can try it…” I said hesitantly. He gave me a reassuring smile. 

“I promise it’ll be okay, if you need anything let me know, I’ll do what I can for you.” He said standing as he walked to her apartment door. Looking over his shoulder he said, “again like I said, try poetry, it’s a great way to escape.” He said once more and then proceeded to leave gently closing the door behind him 

“Poetry huh…” I said frustration apparent in my voice. I grabbed my notebook and a pen before heading out to a nearby park. Perhaps I can do this. I sat on a park bench, the sun shining over me. I closed my eyes and shivered. “I can’t believe it’s been this long already…” I said feeling my cheeks become wet. I looked down, staring at the paper before I took a breath and just began writing. Everything I felt, and was currently feeling, Every pain I had was being spewed onto this paper before. 

“All these vices.…” I mumbled to myself and took a shaky breath. I shook my head and rubbed my face. I’ll have to admit it definitely came out more like song lyrics than a regular poem. I hadn’t noticed the person who walked up to me. It wasn’t till I felt a hand on my arm did I jump and notice Rosa. 

“How are you feeling?” She asked softly, almost as if she was afraid to break me. I sighed and took a deep breath. 

“Honestly, I’m not sure,” I told her. I stared at the notebook, the words written deeply into the pages. I watched as Rosalya was peeking over my shoulder. I was hesitant to let her read it but I guess since I wasn’t able to portray what I was feeling in words maybe she could understand through this. 

“ oh wow…” She started off before hugging me tightly. I shuddered and leaned into her. I guess I missed this. “You should sing this. I know a place that allows open mic on Sundays, you should come…” I looked at her like she was absolutely insane. 

“Are you crazy?!” I started, I looked like a gasping fish out of water. “I-I can’t do this in front of people…” She looked at me with a bright smile on her face. 

“I know you’ll be great come on. Pleaseee?” she begged me slightly, I sighed and gave a small smile to her. 

“Fine, fine, I’ll go…” I agreed and hugged her leaning on her shoulder. I guess, the stress of everyone… Turning on me again had become too much. “Thank you”

“Anytime Emma, now it’s getting late. How about you go home and I’ll come get you around 4:30 tomorrow.” Rosalya said, smiling brightly. After a quick hug from Rosa I started on my way home, I can’t believe I let her talk me into singing tomorrow, she’s going to be the death of me. I shook my head and walked into my apartment. I know I felt drained, honestly since it was already late afternoon, I may just head to bed. Which is what I did.

[fallarbor-town]

quarantine tag game

ty for tagging me @kat-ofalltrades :3c it gives me something to do LMAO...

1. are you staying home from work/school? i actually work from home anyway, but still got all my hours cut =_=

2. if you're staying home, who's there with you? i live w my roommate allie who is stuck working from home lol

3. do you have pets to keep you company? allie has a cat but she hates me so like... no lol

4. who do you miss the most? i mean. i dont have any friends in this city anyway so it was always just me n allie fjdjxkekdn but. i would have liked to drive home and see my parents and @hvvestra sometime soon :/

5. when was the last time you left your home? yesterday we went and laid in the park by the lake across the street bc it was so nice out lmao... other than that we went and picked up some takeout on friday

6. what was the last thing you bought? takeout on friday jdjejxendns

7. is quarantine driving you insane or are you finally relaxed? i was panicking for two weeks bc i has to file for unemployment and then i was chill for a week and now im going insane lmao

8. are you a homebody? absolutely, but even im at my limit lmao

9. what movies have you watched recently? we watched national treasure one and two (id never seen them before and allie wasn't willing to let me not see them) and also the new aladdin. which is a lot for me as a person who hates to sit down and watch movies lmao

10. an event you were looking forward to that got canceled? momocon 😔 and likely all cons until fall at earliest, im guessing...

11. what's the worst thing you've had to cancel? i haven't had to cancel anything specific, im never the one making plans....

12. what's the best thing you've had to cancel? what does this MEAN

13. do you have any new hobbies? i took up the ukelele a few days ago just for something new to do, considering taking up knitting

14. what are you out of? money lmao

15. what music are you listening to? the same as always,, except recently, a lot more hozier

16. what shows are you watching? ive binge watched all of buzzfeed unsolved, as well as all of shane madej's history shows lmao

17. what are you reading? bold of you to assume

18. what are you doing for self-care? going to bed early/waking up early, playing animal crossing, skin care face masks, learning ukelele as to not go absolutely insane due to lack or life variety,, and going on walks a few times a week

19. are you exercising? do i ever?

20. how's your toilet paper supply? we were very low at first and then i made a very intense target run when we saw they had it on the app and also allie had to order some from Japan off ebay LMAO

21. have you made changes to your hair during quarantine? ive dyed it twice and given myself a middle part lmaoooooo

uhhh idk who to tag, who's still active??? @hvvestra @webkitten @eqberts @binibinitofu @accidental-butt-touch if y'all wanna, i certainly know i was bored enough

[fortheheavenssake]

Nanny Anon 2

Nanny Anon 2

Sept. 17

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Sept. 18

NANNY ANON, well’ I’ve packed and ready to go ,himself came to say goodbye and thank me for being in the wee-ones early development, It was quite touching. The mistress had the maid drop off a card reference last night and left this morning without a word. ( no surprise there). M and her mistress are looking forward to next week when I move in to the P. And I can’t wait to start a new chapter with a loving family. It sounds wonderful and never again will I have to utter the words ‘ all too…………”

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Sept. 22

NANNY ANON, hello darlings ‘ I’m having a wonderful day with little C&L , M is taking G to see Star Wars so I have the the wee-one and little C. This afternoon we’re going to bake fairy cakes , although little C wants to make Unicorn cookies and take them to school tomorrow … it’s a privilege to be in a loving home with such a wonderful mistress and adorable children, last night I cried with joy. And M and I have such a history of professional duty together. What a joy for a white Lady TTFN 😌😌

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Oct. 3

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, we have been Sooooo busy with the little ones while the mistress and W have been engaged on royal duties. The mistress is such an understanding and compassionate woman she insists on the nannies as being part of the family and treats M and I the same. We have such fun with the little ones , there’s a tree house in the gardens which C seems to have turned into a Unicorn palace with daily visits from her school chums ‘ it’s a hoot ‘life is good for a white Lady TTFN.

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Oct. 5

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, both M and I are getting a program together while the mistress and W are away, we both want to take them on a scavenger hunt at high grove with C&C. Unicorns will probably be involved and G is into Star Wars. So it’s going to be a full itinerary. Little C is platting her hair at the moment and loves the tree house playing with her school chums. It’s a wonderful life for a white Lady. TTFN.

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Oct. 6

NANNY ANON, Hello Darlings, Little G came back from the match with a football signed by the team , and C had a book explaining the women’s World Cup. G is now officially a fully fledged supporter, such a fun day, the children are so exited I can see bed time will be fun. M and I are getting ready for an outing with the little ones as soon as the mistress and W depart for the tour. There off to the in-laws today so M and I are go into F&M for tea …… TTFN.

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Oct. 15

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, M and I have just returned with G&C from Thorpe Park ‘ I’m exhausted!! We went on all the rides, Little C wanted to have another ride on the Big Dipper ‘ o dear I nearly lost my breakfast ……… they had toffee apples and candy floss and G had to have tree rides on the water Shute ‘ I came over all emotional remembering Diana doing the same ride with W&H. O DEAR ‘ all too much for a white Lady 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢 TTFN 😢😢😢😢

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Oct. 19

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, The mistress and himself returned to a rapturous welcome from the children ‘ lizards ,Unicorn costumes and hugs lasted for over an hour , it was a joy, I think the first stop was BP so we waited a while but it was an exiting evening. This weekend M&I have the time to ourselves as the whole family are going to the country. We shall have a spa weekend in Bath and indulge in a lot of R&R. All To much for a white Lady. TTFN

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October 20

NANNY ANON, hello darlings,” O joy and jolly japes”Tonight we all trip over to the in-laws to watch the“ Docudramarama” the mistress has asked her sister to come and himself is off to pick up C&C ! M and myself are busy making savoury and sweet popcorn 🍿 boss baby is having fun strapped in the Bouncer and G&C are playing 🦎and🦄 , it’s a joy to be part of a loving family ‘can’t wait for the fun to begin. God bless the future monarchy. TTFN.

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Oct 27

NANNY ANON … hello darlings, still about ,things are hotting up for Halloween 🤡👹👻 the children are expected to wear their creepy costumes and my darling mistress is taking them and other little ones around the the village with the parents. M and I are going as the Markle Sisters 👯‍♀️ So don’t expect to return without egg 🍳 on my face 🤣🤣🤣all too much for a white Lady TTFN

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Oct 28

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, WELL, WELL, WELL, I’m flabbergasted absolutely stunned darlings, I’ve just received an invitation from my previous mistress and himself to a private meeting in SH London for the opportunity of returning to her employ. Apparently the wee one is missing his nanny!!! and this is causing a lot of headaches for the mistress as she wants to be able to leave the wee one with a nanny she knows will be a bonding influence. I’ll keep you all updated as to my decision darling.

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Oct 29

NANNY ANON, hello darlings ‘ salutations to all who grace the blog of our beloved Skippy. 🐼. WELL , I’ve made the decision I was debating on yesterday. I’ve decided to remain at KP in the employment of the present mistress ( god bless her and himself) because I ‘ much like M have fallen in love with little 🦄🦎And 👶. It’s a constant privileged challenge to be part of this family, The Sunday night gatherings looking at the social media laughing at the ageing train wreck. Love to all. TTFN. 🤣🤣

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Nov. 1

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, Little C is refusing to change out of her Halloween costume 🦄, and we’re all going down to Sainsbury’s to buy some giant marshmallows to roast for the rugby match. When C digs her little feet in there’s no movement. The mistress is having quite a debate with the little one trying to see reason. In the end the RPO got her to change by promising her he’d find a police helmet as a substitute. All too much for a white Lady. TTFN

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Nov 4

NANNY ANON, hello darlings ‘ O joy!! Today M&myself take little C and G (with their poppies) to RP zoo with RPO. ( one of the zoo keepers are going to fix a Unicorn to a zebra 🦄for little C.) and G will gain access to the reptile house to look at all the 🦎🦎 “ what larks pip old chap” the mistress is having some down time back at KP with little L. Afterwards we’re all of to Harrods for 🍨🍦. So much joy for a white Lady. TTFN.

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Nov 9

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Nov 11

NANNY ANON , hello darlings, my day off with M. We are exhausted darlings, absolutely knackered. Little C had a sleepover with four friends (fiendish demons) , OMG it was the sleepover from hell , first’ we put them all in the nursery, made up beds and lots of 🦄🧸🛴🏓🍪🍿🧁🍕👧👧👧👧stuff to play with and favourite eats. Only problem they didn’t want to sleep, himself had a few words to Little C at one in the morning because of the screams. All too much for a white Lady. TTFN. Bless.

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Nov 18 (Royal Variety)

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, tonight M and I had too draw lots as to who went to the RVP. I lost , so I’m looking after the little ones. The mistress spent the afternoon getting ready as the dresser fitted the last tucks to the bodice. My goodness she looked magnificent when she walked down the stairs all the little ones cheered and clapped. Tonight it’s a treat, we’ve ordered 🍕 PIZZA and knickerbocker glory’s such a joy. All too much for a white Lady. TTFN.

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Nov 19

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, a wonderful evening was had by all at the the RVP. The mistress and himself stunned all who met them with there relaxed countenance, early that evening the little ones started to write a present list to Santa. Little C was the most vocal inquiring how Santa arrives on his sled and parks his reindeer on the roof of KP and shimmy’s down the chimney ( she’s now asking to sleep near the fireplace to meet Santa ???? ) all too much for a white Lady,TTFN. 🎄🎄🎄🎅🎅🎅

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Nov 21

NANNY ANON, M and I went to see “ The sound of music “ tonight, we both love the film. We spent the day with the little ones and C had somehow got hold of one of the mistresses cameras 📸 and was ( would you believe it) taking photos of M G boss baby and me. I asked her to give me the camera as it was mummies and all I got was , NO !! later I saw the snaps she took and was surprised. I returned the camera to the mistress who looked amused. Little C been watching mummy. TTFN. 📸📸📸

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Nov 22

NANNY ANON, haddow darlig 😷🤧🤧 I dink I got vlue, my node I’d all blogged up , god a rodden hed and snoddy node. The lidda wonds is so fuddy, lidda C broughd be up bregvast od a tray. Bledd, da midredd called he dogta ad he gave be sum pawasetamol , M Id doig grate. Ib dink I’ll ged sub shudii , ord doo buch for a wide Lady, DDFN.

Ohhhh flu has hit KP! Hope you have a quick recovery 😔❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Nov 23

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, still a bid bunggd up, but I’m sure I’ll be ok within the week, M and I are looking after little G and boss baby today,the mistress has gone to a shopping mall outside London with little C for Christmas shopping. Things are hotting up for the holidays and this weekend they bring the Christmas 🎄. Then we can have real fun dressing it. Back to wee boss baby 👶. TTFN.

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Dec 3

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, M&I very exited,tonight is the school nativity play and the mistress and himself has invited us. G is a wise king and little C is an “angel on high” …… M wickedly suggested boss baby could be baby Jesus 😱😱, But I don’t think the school is ready just yet. Little C has to say “and behold ‘ the three wise Kings” can’t wait, it’s going to be a hoot!! We all helped to make the costumes , G wore his this evening and looked very regal ( prophetic), and little C with wings.

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Dec 7

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, is the mistress pregnant ‘ all I can say is little Lottie wants a pony for Christmas and himself has quite rightly affirmed that she’s much to young. I think in a couple of years great auntie Anne would be the first to help her into the saddle. We’re all looking forward to the forthcoming banquet ( I wonder if the mistress will wear the emeralds)’ enough gossip, all too much for a white Lady, TTFN.

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Dec 8

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, Lottie has just returned from a visit to the “stables” at the royal mews. (Enough said) , himself has retired to the lounge after breakfast 🥞, pancakes and crispy bacon 🥓 with maple syrup to laugh at the Sunday tabloids. The mistress is having a “late morning” so M and myself are busy with boss and George who is finishing his homework 📚. Another Sunday joy. TTFN.

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Dec 10

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, it’s manic at KP , in a good way !! the mistress is becoming enthusiastically involved in her tennis lessons, ( several professional players lining up to coach her) my lips are sealed, Little Lottie is on a mission … it’s a day long mantra from the darling girl , anyone who she thinks will have sway with W&K is propositioned about the “pony”. I think some of her older school chums ride out. I bet Gan Gan soon enters the equation. All too much for a white Lady. TTFN.

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Dec 11

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, busy this morning ,decision to choose what C&G will wear for the Christmas walk to the service , winter coats and warm socks are the key. It’s going to be a joy seeing them for the first time at the Sandringham service with W&K. M and I are going home for Christmas M has invited me to Spain with her family, wonderful and the food darlings, I’m in for a real treat. Little Lottie will certainly have a pony ride for Christmas I’m sure, Such joy!! TTFN.

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Dec 13

NANNY ANON, hello darlings , we have cancelled our holiday In Spain 🇪🇸, duty calls darlings, we had a chat with the mistress and himself last night and decided we’re going to accompany the family for Christmas, it’s our love for the children and to help the mistress, a joy really. Also the BP PR are briefing the DOD of C about forthcoming commitments. On a lighter note, tonight’s Blog night 😂😂😂 skippy,pg,and troll the colonial Banshee. All too much for a white Lady. TTFN.

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Dec 16

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, Little Charlotte is Bewildered as to why there are no unicorn pony’s. The answer Zara gave was Unicorns are different , pony’s are special, clever Zara!! Lottie is full of questions, ( that age) it’s a daily challenge of wits. Last night was blog night, such fun ,all the usual suspects, where is @printskylie ? Never miss pg and her interpretations, so clever , the mistress loves skippy and Hunnymae , duty calls!, all too much for a white Lady, TTFN.

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Dec 16

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, O’thank you all so for your messages, the unicorn presents 🎁 look fab. I’ll pass on your message, but I’m sure the the mistress has all information directed to her MPC. ( amazing device). W&K are both very high Tech. My life is full of love and joy, I’ve got Lottie a picture edition of “ The night before Christmas”

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Dec 17

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, the children all sat watching TV, and watching mummy and daddy make cup cakes and roulades. EPIC . The kitchen is now centre of the universe, Lottie and George M and I making cup cakes and roly poly Christmas chocolate logs. Lots of mess and icing sugar. 👦🏼👧👶🧁🍰🍪🎂🍩 it’s boss baby, “ Mary Mary” Christmas 🎄 we are blessed, TTFN

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Dec 18

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, himself is taking C&G ice skating this afternoon, I think this is another diversion from pony’s. It’s a dismal afternoon,raining in London so I think the little ones will enjoy the outing , the mistress is off to play a few sets of tennis with her coach. M and I are going to check online for some new clothes for boss baby, he seems to grow by the day!! This is a busy time leading up to a family Christmas, I think it’s Sandringham this year but arrangements are 

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Dec 29

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, such a busy Christmas, the little ones were so exited with presents and gifts from the public. The mistress had a clearinghouse Of presents 🎁. A large amount of them go to local hospitals. Believe me they are talking thousands!! There’s a pink Flamingo in Little Lotties bedroom though.M and I are going to have a wee holiday over the new year, it’s been a wonderful Christmas. All too much for a white Lady,TTFN. ( sorry for no posts) been V. busy with the little ones.

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Dec 31

NANNY ANON, hello darlings, M&I and a bottle of celebrity plonk, our night off so it’s on with a movie,feet up and relax. All the i are crossed and the Ts are dotted , o dear the drink 🥤 has taken effect ………… we both wish shoo a happy new year and prosperoush , prosperoust, positives, O you get it , we never normally celibate like this , o dear, all too much for a white Lady ,TTFN. 🍹🍷🍾🍸🥂……………☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️

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[chimcharstar]

1-50 ho

you got it ho

1. What’s your favorite candle scent?

I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED. ive been Purchasing various smelly candles for my gay divination activities, and i have a few nominees. i first thought of the candle i have now, a pink one with a very sweet vanilla smell, i love very sweet smells because it makes me think of candy which i tend to try to fill my inner void with. however im going to go with the first candle i bought, a dark orange one with a citrus smell. citrus scents are my next favourite and specifically this one reminded me of curiously smelling candles at my piano teachers apartment when i was very young. 

2. What female celebrity do you wish was your sister?

idk. ive been listening to her lion king stuff lately. dont judge me i needed to hear remixes of lion king music i was lost in that sauce in high school. and i just think shes neat. i dont think she would aggressively make me feel bad about everything, UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE

3. What male celebrity do you wish was your brother?

Look……. i really don’t know???? what is the criteria?? do they need to be like my siblings? dare i criticize my arguably criticizable siblings by picking out my ideal siblings? if i pick an ideal sibling, what does that say about what im lacking in my life? do i pick celebrities i hate so theoretically my family shames them into becoming silent and self-defeating

4. How old do you think you’ll be when you get married?

50. i think im going to have to figure myself out for a long time, and achieve some personal goals first. thats my excessively confident prediction and PERHAPS educated guess

5. Do you know a hoarder?

nnnnnoooooooo????? not a real, cant function because of hoarding hoarder. i can see in a few family members, including myself, liking to hang onto things that maybe become sentimental/unnecessary clutter but that sounds like something many non-hoarders experience?

6. Can you do a split?

lemme try one sec

NO

7. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike?

Idk maybe 7? Or 11? i think my parents taught me at a children age and then i started biking for fun like, later, like pre middle school?

8. How many oceans have you swam in?

1. i dont really remember swimming in an ocean but i may have faded childhood memories of salty water and seaweed

9. How many countries have you been to?

2… i went to idaho for a band trip… my dad really doesnt like travelling

10. Is anyone in your family in the army?

HAHAHA

NO. ACTUALLY YES. but its funny because the specific brand of christianity we are supposed to be is super pacifist so ive heard. but then i remembered one dude apparently who joined the us military?????? it seemed like it was… an unusual choice. i dont really know anything else about this guy, not even his name

11. What would you name your daughter if you had one?

🙏 *inhale* buddy. oooooohhffffff i want to say something gender neutral honestly. i dont want to rock the boat being unconventional or something but im just thinking of all those years trying to live up to a feminine name

12. What would you name your son if you had one?

same i guess… why have i never thought about this????? was i preoccupied naming myself.

13. What’s the worst grade you got on a test?

hmmmmm hmmmmm trying to unlock the vault. i think i remember a 1 or a 0 on a math quiz. i think i got 30% or something very very bad (i dont even want to know) on my last english exam, but to be fair, i was having such a bad mental breakdown my professor did an intervention

14. What was your favorite TV show when you were a child?

like a very very small child? i was obsessed with the save-ums (?!?!?) for some reason. i would sing the anthem… no. theme song? i dont know. i guess it was catchy and there were lots of fun characters. OHHHH I SEE WHATS WRONG

ITS BECAUSE WE ONLY HAD A TV TILL I WAS LIKE 5 OR SOMETHING. what are you cultured people watching as children? what are the shows? 

15. What did you dress up as on Halloween when you were eight?

>:(

My Halloween experience:

i dont even remember i probably had some kind of fairy wings? i think i remember fairy wings. we went to one (1) house. later on, since we werent allowed to go trick-or-treating, we were each allotted a certain amount of candy, and if we ate more than a designated amount per day, we were in trouble and wouldnt be allowed anymore. i do remember getting in trouble for this. i think i stole someones candy. sibling against sibling. finally we were allowed to go trick or treating, i went with my younger brothers and by then, was a teenager and felt too tall and really uncomfortable

LMAO I JUST REMEMBERED THAT LAST TIME WE WENT TRICK-OR-TREATING NOT IN A RURAL AREA, my dad drove us around in a van and watched us like a hawk i believe. it was very tense and methodical.

16. Have you read any of the Harry Potter, Hunger Games or Twilight series?

i read the harry potter series (I WROTE SIBLIGS LOL) more times than i could count while growing up. i read the first hunger games book and didnt fancy it for whatever reason, and i had an obnoxious twilight-hating phase.

17. Would you rather have an American accent or a British accent?

no

sometimes, though, im really genuinely worried about what accent i do have. im worried i read so much harry potter growing up, it rubbed off on me. when i was a server, people would ask about an unusual accent i apparently had, and once, when i was talking to a super british guy who called me luv at walmart, he was like STOP. WAIT. YOU HAVE A BRITISH ACCENT. and i was like WHAT UHHH BYEBYE AND HE WAS LIKE NO. I HEARD YOU. STOP and i was like that michael jackson meme where he covers his face running away and everyone else in the line was staring

18. Did your mother go to college?

i believe she went to a bible college where people put a grand piano on top of the roof. 

19. Are your grandparents still married?

all of my grandparents are dead.

…. hmmMMMM yow. ok. my grandparents who werent estranged stayed married for as long as either of them were living… however, my OTHER grandparents, i mean the fucking kidnappers, my abuser grandpa… remarried? when he was… really really aging. im judging him for it because i know what kind of person he was.

20. Have you ever taken karate lessons?

I WISH. my parents didnt seem to like that sort of thing (surprise). im interested in it now but… as usual… i feel like its too late, im too old.

21. Do you know who Kermit the frog is?

….. i… i thought i did… hes blessed… thats all.

22. What’s the first amusement park you’ve been to?

ಠ_ಠ 

*crickets*

how could you ask me this?

no wait! i went to the waterslides. then, later on, i was never allowed to go to the waterslides.

23. What language, besides your native language, would you like to be fluent in?

Spanish. ive been “intending” to learn for a long time, and a lot of people who have been really good influences on me and been genuinely kind to me speak it, id like to learn it

24. Do you spell the color as grey or gray?

grey

one sec

yup thats canadian!

25. Is your father bald?

on the top of his head, yes >:(

26. Do you know triplets?

no?

27. Do you prefer Titanic or The Notebook?

no? what is this straight stuff? i listened to the dramatic titanic song and felt nothing.

28. Have you ever had Indian food?

i guess so, at a friends house! i dont think otherwise ive gone to a restaurant and actually had indian food

29. What’s the name of your favorite restaurant?

*gazes tearily at my OWN FUCKING OLD WORKPLACE

the food was sO GOOD MAN. IT WAS SO GOOD. im just not saying because despite how stalkable i probably am already, i dont want to be specific

30. Have you ever been to Olive Garden?

no whats that

31. Do you belong to any warehouse stores (Costco, BJ’s, etc.)?

w

belong? whats bjs? whats a warehouse for?

32. What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?

i decided at one point they would never tell me this and it was no use asking. i do know they almost named my brother a very fusty old fashioned name fitting in with the thomas the tank engine theme 

33. If you have a nickname, what is it?

G is the ONLY one i will accept so far.

34. Who’s your favorite person in the world?

:)

i……… hmmmm…. i really dont like picking favourites. each person in my life has a unique relationship with me (even though a lot of them arent very warm, trusting or close). because of unhealthy middle school friendships ive grown an aversion to ranking relationships as if they have material value.

35. Would you rather live in a rural area or in the suburbs?

rural, i think. i need nature in my life!!! but i also need to be able to have connections to people.

36. Can you whistle?

yes, but not very loudly or accurately

37. Do you sleep with a nightlight?

no, but ive always wanted a nightlight

38. Do you eat breakfast every morning?

ive started to, yeah! this morning i made a whole thing with bread and mushrooms and eggs, and coffee, and i ate it outside watching the traffic. im really trying to treat myself nicely you see. its what id do for someone else.

39. Do you take any pills or medication daily?

THAT

BOY

JUICE!

WELCOME TO MY BUILD A BOY WORKSHOP!

SHOTS!SHOTS!SHOTS!

and im really fortunate to be in pretty good health, and have access to things i do need

40. What medical conditions do you have?

I dont think… i actually have any. id say gender dysphoria but i think it was informed consent. (im VERY lucky)

im pretty sure there are SOME mental conditions running around undiagnosed. MY BRAIN IS NOT WORKING PROPERLY

41. How many times have you been to the hospital?

for myself? once… when i got hives and started swelling up all over, but otherwise was fine. i really wonder what that was. other times was visiting sick/dying relatives which has made me feel sad and apprehensive whenever i enter a hospital or smell the food

42. Have you ever seen Finding Nemo?

yes! i had a gerbil named nemo! 

43. Where do you buy your jeans?

D:

i dont … remember … really nowhere special i actually have yet to find some jeans i LOVE. sometimes there is a pair of jeans that sparks joy. i do not have such a pair

44. What’s the last compliment you got?

my sister said my pants looked good on me. they are actually their pants, which they left on the floor in my room for an unknown reason, and they want them back. of course.

but because im excited about it and want to brag, the real compliment was when i made borscht and my sister not only ate it faster than me, but wanted a second helping. and my roommate stuck his face in the steam and said it smelled good. hell yes. i put fucking cilantro in it. fcking beast mode.

45. Do you usually remember your dreams in the morning?

yes. theyre usually really emotional and symbolic. if ive been talking to my parents, theyre usually nightmares. ive been reading about dream interpretation for a long time to deal with some of the ominous images that can come up

46. What flavor tea do you enjoy?

red rose reminds me of wheni was little my mom would make really sweet sweet red rose tea for me (thats the kind she drinks all the time) and it brings me those good feelings. otherwise licorice spice really appeald to me for some reason.

47. How many pairs of shoes do you currently own?

LMAO UHHH…brb

six. because of social pressure.

48. What religion will you raise your children to practice?

i never thought about this kind of thing…. i really don’t know….. id just want them to know how to be kind to others and themselves and thats literally it. 

49. How old were you when you found out that Santa wasn’t real?

i was one of those edgy kids trying to spoil it for everyone. guess what other common fun thing my parents didnt do

50. Why do you have a youtube? 

i dont! so i dont know what this question means! :)

HOLY SHIT I MADE IT THRU HIGH FIVE 

[selfships-in-spanish]

Man i could only imagine how quickly the mafia boys would come to Onas aid, someone brakes into her home and steal lot of shit n leaves her in a jam? The boys instantly go kill the man and then make sure their girl lives comfortably. Someone begins to harass her at work or somethin? they make sure the person regrets even being alive. Man i love them

Connor’s phone vibrating on his nightstand wakes him from his deep slumber. He lifts his head from the pillow, hair mussed in all directions, and looks at if as if it personally offended him. It kinda did, he was having a rather nice dream involving sweet smiles, soft curly white hair, and the voice of an angel saying sweet nothings to his ear.

Groaning he picked it up from the nightstand and blinked to see the caller ID.

Ona Boix 

Oh.

OH.

He answered at the speed of light, his sleep deprived brain cells waking up instantly.

“This is Connor.”

He heard sobbing noises on the other side of the line, heavy breaths in between.

“Connor? Connor--” a strong wail came out after. More crying.

“Fuck! Fuck, Ona where are you? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he spurred in action, almost kicking down his brother’s door. 

Richard woke up with a knife on his hand, ready to murder the intruder. But he saw his brother and his worried expression, phone glued to his ear, and dropped it. He heard whimpering noises coming from the device.

“Okay, okay breathe. I’m with Richard, we are coming okay? We are on our way.” Richard heard more distressed noises, making out a please somewhere in the middle. He recognised that voice and he did not like that at all. “We are coming to you, okay?” Richard heard more affirmative noises and the call ended.

He asked no questions, not yet. Richard threw over his head the first t-shirt he found and some pants, looking for his socks and shoes. Connor ran back to his room to get dressed too, leaving the door between their rooms open. Once dressed and hair semi decent, they ran to the garage. As soon as Connor closed the door, Richard made the engine roar and speed up to Ona’s place. It was late, not much traffic, and honestly? Right now they didn’t give a single fuck about getting a speeding ticket. Something happened to Ona, that was a top tier priority.

Richard came to a screeching halt, parking just right in front of Ona’s apartment building. Closing the car, they both looked up to Ona’s windows, seeing the light on. Richard shouldered the front door open and Connor passed through it, racing up the stairs to her floor. Once there his heart stopped.

The door was broken, and from what he could see, the whole apartment was upside down. He came in, worry chilling his guts.

“Ona?” he called out, cautiously. He heard a sob and ran to it without thinking it twice. He found her curled on the floor at the feet of her bed. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying, tear tracks visible on her cheeks, being refreshed again and again. That sent him a pang through his entire body. He never wanted to see Ona like this ever again.

Connor knelt next to her, gently caressing her face and kissing her head as he coaxed her into his arms. He looked around the bedroom, seeing all the drawers and closets open and their insides spilled on the floor. Richard found them and knelt on the other side of Ona, touching her shoulder.

“Are you hurt?” 

“N-No, no I’m okay.” she sniffled, taking her wet face from Connor’s chest to look at Richard. “I just-- I came home, and, and found the door broken and open and-- “another sob, ”it’s gone, my things are gone, my TV, my switch, my belongings, even my grandma’s necklace-- “more heavy breathing,” I went to visit my parents for the weekend and when I came home tonight I saw this and I panicked, because, because I don’t have much and now it’s gone and I don’t know what to do. I won’t ever have anything back and-- joder!” she buried her face in her hands, another wave of crying taking over her.

The brothers looked at each other and nodded. Connor stood up, phone in hand. Richard took Ona to his arms and made her sit on her bed while he let her cry herself out, softly kissing the crown of her head.

“We will see what we can do, okay? But for now I need you to stay here with me and help me pack, just for a couple of days, alright?

“W-what?”

“C’mon, we are going to take you somewhere safe. Connor and I will take care of this.” He gently coaxed her to stand up and rummage around the thrown pieces of fabric. They found a suitcase on the other side of the room and opened it on top of the bed. They filled it with what Ona could salvage and closed it. He took the bag she used for the weekend and deposited next to the closed suitcase.

Connor was on living room talking to the phone. He was already moving strings to find out who was the fucker who did this. They were going to pay dearly for it. The house was a mess, they took their sweet time taking it apart and stealing everything of worth. They knew Ona didn’t make that much, that this was a small place and she really didn’t have much of an option, but it infuriated them anyways.

Richard and Ona came to the living room just as Connor was ending his phone call, having a lead. Ona looked around with a heavy heart, not wanting to think how was she going to get back on her feet after this. Maybe she could ask for extra hours, filling for someone who wanted some early vacation days, or she could ask for an early payment, or-- Gods, what would she do now?

Connor took her out of her dark thoughts by gently taking her hands.

“Let’s go. We will sort this in the morning, okay? Now you need to rest, we will take care of it”

“Please I don’t want to be a burden. I can go back to my parents for a while, I’m sure they won’t mind.”

Richard took the suitcase and her back from her hands, already marching down the stairs to the car, ignoring Ona’s protests. Connor made her step out of her ruined apartment and closed the door, making her march down the stairs with his arm securely holding her close to him. Once on the street, Richard was already waiting for them with the door open and the engine on, a worried expression on his face. Connor got her in and kissed her hand as he went to the copilot’s seat. Richard drove back to the mansion in absolute silence. Connor fiddled with the radio, asking Ona if she wanted something in particular. She shrugged her shoulders, settling for whatever they preferred. The radio put on an old song, surely Father would know it by name and year.

Ona did have half a mind to look around and be completely taken aback. It was huge, well cared for and it yelled money everywhere she looked. She felt out of place. 

They took her inside, the maids already prepared a room for her next to the brothers. Her suitcase and bag were already there, the clothes gone from them and a note that they took it to the laundry room. Oh. There was a very beautiful and expensive-looking pajama waiting for her on the bed, slippers on the floor. The brothers left her to get changed, patiently waiting outside as two guard dogs. She timidly opened the door to let them know she was finished, some droplets of water still clinging to her strands. She let them in, Richard closing the door. Connor took her by the hand and made her lie down on the bed, him following after discarding his shoes and socks. Richard did the same, getting on her other side. She found herself sandwiched between the brothers, safe, their arms around her, Richard being the big spoon while Connor rested her against his chest. Ona fell asleep in a restless sleep, still too agitated by the prior events. 

She woke up in a warm and secure cocoon provided by the brothers, not having left her side all night. It truly was a sight to see them with their hair mussed and out of place, having it always perfectly styled. As well as not wearing their expensive suits but plain t-shirts and jeans. Connor even had his mouth slightly open. Her giggle woke them up, Richard tightening his arms and pressing himself closer to her, while Connor snuggled closer. She could get used to wake up like this, if someone asked her.

They found who did it, caught them like street rats and strapped them to chairs. 

Most of her possessions were retrieved, her switch neatly secured inside her protection case with all the games. Saves too. They even managed to find her grandmother’s necklace, secure in a new jewellery box. All was stored inside a van, ready to be taken to her new apartment Ona still didn’t know of. It was in a very secure neighbourhood, an attic with a beautiful view of the city and a big and sunny terrace ready to be filled with Ona’s plants rescued from her flat. 

Richard and Connor smiled at the men’s whimpers, the tape muffling it.

“You thought you could get away with this, scum?” Connor stepped to the light, his smile sending chills over the thieves bodies. “You really thought you could steal in our territory, harm our beloved citizens, get away with it and feast on the dirty money like pigs?”

One of them whimpered, surely trying to plea for mercy. It was useless. Mercy was not something they gave.

“Not only you harmed our citizens, but one in particular. One we hold very, very dear to our hearts.”

Richard came into the light too, having his suit jacked discarded and neatly folded over a chair. He was rolling up the sleeves of his black turtleneck, his eyes drilling frozen holes on each of the thieves.

“And that has to be punished, don’t you think?” he looked at his brother with his eyebrows raised in a mocking question. 

“Of course, my dear brother. Filthy thieves must pay for their sins. To set an example.”

Twin smiles looked back at the thieves. They trashed and screamed, crying for their lives as Richard approached them while Connor took a chair to enjoy the gruesome show.

His brother was ruthless but had the patience of a saint. He made sure they suffered for every tear and sob their beloved sunshine spilled. For every frown, every second her heart hurt. It was slow, painful, maddening.

Connor whistled in awe.

“Brother, I think this is your best work.” He looked at what formerly were the thieves bodies, now a bloody mess.

“This is what they get for hurting her. The only tears I wish to see falling from her eyes are tears of joy.” 

“Indeed. Let the boys clean up, we gotta go.” he turned on his heel on a second thought, ”But you should clean yourself first, I doubt she will appreciate you being covered in blood.”

Richard looked down at himself and his ruined clothes. He clicked his tongue. Oh well.

“Thank God I brought spare clothes.”

“I got clean wipes somewhere. I knew you would make a mess”

Richard snorted.

“Always prepared, huh?”

“You offend me, Richard” Connor put a hand on his heart in mock disbelief.

Richard let out a short laugh, a rare thing to be heard and his brother was grateful to be blessed by it.

“C’mon, let’s go”

[sugarsnap-caely]

Ego Origins: The Mute

I am not entirely sure on how to start this. I suppose most would begin with their birthplace, and while I guess it would be fairly normal, there’s something that’s a tad off. You see, I was not exactly born in this...era.

Let me explain.

I was born in Reading, Britain and was born to two parents which became one. I believe my mother became ill once...she never recovered. I believe I was merely four. I can’t be certain, my memory is a bit fuzzy.

Anywho, where the confusion comes in -- and I am not talking malarky here -- is that I’m from the 1920’s. You see, I was born in 1900.

I grew up in a home that was pretty regular, for me at least. I preferred going out though. As a young troublemaker, I loved going about town to see all sorts of people. I was very interested in them.

I always loved dancing for them, making them smile. I was a regular Oliver Twist I was, and I earned a surprising amount of clams sometimes too. I remember how I always ran off to the soda shop and bought as much candy as I could with it afterwards.

For a time after my mother passed, making other people smile was about the only thing that could put a spring in my step.

I did well in school…I made friends despite the fact I didn’t really talk. They always stood up for me when I was getting razzed. I wish I could see them again…

I remember how I loved stopping to see pictures when I got older too. I always loved seeing the cartoons. They were my favorite and made me laugh a lot. And it wasn’t just the cartoons that I loved, I also loved the pictures. I was especially fond of comedy. Sometimes it was the only thing keeping people happy during those times. The war I mean. I was only thirteen when it began...

When my dad had to go and fight I was sent to my aunt’s place in London. My older cousin and uncle were off in the war too. I…I thought it would be safer.

I remember seeing the Zeppelins…we would hide in the basement. Everything wa shaking…and it was so loud. I had never been so scared in my life…

But…I…I heard it was much worse…later…in the second war…

And…and when my uncle got back…he said my-my cousin died…

When my dad got home he was never quite the same…

I wondered why my uncle’s foot was gone. I didn't pay it too much mind, I was just happy everything was over. Then I saw the picture…there…there were…

Oh god…there were holes…i-i-in his feet!

S…sorry…where was I…

My…my favorite comedy films had to be from Charlie. Golly he was funny! He was a darb actor! I honestly wanted to be one too. So I practiced, I observed movies and I found a mentor once.

After that I moved to London to try and become an actor. I landed a few minor background roles and I didn’t really care too much that I never got a major part. I was just happy that I was in anything at all.

It was sad though, as I got older we started making less films. Hollywood over in America was making all the films and there were times I wanted to move over there just like Charlie did. I never got the chance.

When I wasn't acting I was working at the local bar or library. It was getting harder to keep earning money sometimes. Either way, I liked both of my jobs. I met lots of swell chaps!

Well, I've certainly talked an earful about my past. I bet you're still thinkin’ how I ended up here in the 21st century.

Ya see, I’d say it all started one day at work. I was at the bar one evening, serving giggle water as usual. It was all going fine until this one fella—he was mighty drunk—came up and tried to steal some of the alcohol. I told him to buzz off and he did not take it very well. He landed a few hits. Golly did it hurt but I was alright. Thankfully someone else managed to kick him out, but I had lost my pocket watch in the scuffle.

I’m willing to bet he stole it. Good thing I found another one…

Jameson Jackson finished wiping down the counter of the bar. He put his hands on his hips as he admired his handiwork. He quickly double checked everything, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be before heading to the door. He used the key to lock up the tavern and stuffed back in his pocket.

It was a pleasant, sort of chilly evening and he shivered. As he walked down the street towards home he took note of his surroundings. Despite passing them many, many times it always made him smile.

He passed under the branches of a tree and touched one of the tiny leaves. Summer was just around the corner and he couldn’t wait to see what the season held this year. Maybe he could go out and dance again. It would be a good way to make a little extra money, and he really needed to get a new pocket watch.

He turned a corner and saw the park across the street. He smiled as the moon reflected against the grass. Wait. He stopped walking and looked across the street again. Sure enough, he saw something shining on the ground.

Curious, he crossed over to the twinkling object. He bent down, kneeling before a pocket watch.

The watch was a gold color and had tiny, swirl-like engravings. He did not notice, but it appeared to be smoking and there were small, dying flames burning in the grass.

He smiled. It looked like today was his lucky day.

He reached out his hand to pick up the object. The second he had the watch in his grasp his vision went black.

His body ached. He didn’t know where he was. For a moment it had felt like he was falling, something sharp scraping his skin, before the wind was knocked out of him.

He did his best to open his eyes but they were cloudy. He was surrounded by blurry, tall shapes.

He wasn’t even fully aware of his movement, only that something told him he should get up.

Home. He had to go home.

He had the vague feeling of standing up and he began to walk.

He saw light and walked towards it.

His vision was going dark. His legs did not want to work. His world went black once more.

“Dr. Schneeplestein to the ER please.”

Henrik jogged to his destination. He had been working a late shift lately because someone had gotten sick. He did not mind though, it gave him more of a chance to help other people. Speaking of which, this was one of those times.

He rounded the corner to the Emergency Room and saw a stretcher.

“Vhat does it look like?” he asked his co-workers.

“Multiple lacerations on his arms and torso, and a particularly nasty one on his back. There also appear to be multiple burns. It’s hard to tell but it appears his throat may have been damaged. He is un-conscience and losing blood. The ambulance team managed to patch up the smaller wounds but he still needs treatment.”

Henrik nodded, following the stretcher into the ER. He donned his mask and gloves as they laid the man on the table.

He stopped as he saw their face. ‘Oh dear, vee have anozer one…’ He thought. He pushed it to the side as he began to work; it was something they could worry about later.

Henrik opened the door, leading Jack, Marvin, Chase, and Jackie inside. “He’s in here.”

“I still can’t believe you managed to get us in here. Didn’t you say he was a John Doe?” Chase said as he sat in a chair.

“I cannot believe it eizer, but I’m very lucky I managed to pull a few strings. Also yes, we cannot identify him yet. I said I vould ask him vhen he voke up, but he’s been out for a vhile.”

“I just hope I don’t scare him when he wakes up. I know you guys have your disguises but I’m stuck like this.” Jack said, sitting in the corner.

Jackie sat down next to him, “Don’t you worry. Everything’s gonna be fine, you’ll see.”

“Yep,” Marvin added, “we’ll be sure to give him a good explanation.”

Jack raised an eyebrow, “Dude, we still don’t know why this has happened.”

Marvin sat down as well, “Yeah…Well, we can at least help him calm down.”

Henrik closed the door, “Agreed. All vee need is for everyone to stay calm.”

James stirred, causing the others to snap to attention as he sat up in the bed. He blinked his eyes, trying to get his bearings. Where was he? What happened? As his vision came to he saw all the people around him and jumped.

“Oh good, you're avake. How are you feeling?” Henrik asked.

James was about to answer but there was a strange beeping noise next to him, and he turned, curious. Something was stuck in his arm and he panicked.

“No no, it's ok. It's alright. You are in a hospital.” Henrik assured him.

Once James had calmed down a moment, he turned to them. “W-where am I? What…what happened?”

Everyone in the room gaped at the speech bubble above his head.

“Well, that's different.” Marvin stated, breaking the silence.

James tilted his head, confused, before looking up himself. He had no idea how that had gotten there or where it had come from. Who were these people?

“Now, I know you have questions so to answer zee first one, you are in Brighton, England in a hospital.”

James nodded, he had heard of that town before. Wait, why was he here in the first place? What happened?

“To answer your second question,” Henrik continued, sitting in the chair next to James, “according to zee ambulance team, zee person who found you said you had come stumbling out of zee forest vis various vounds on your body and no shirt on before collapsing on zee ozer side of zee street.

“Sankfully, zey called an ambulance and zey rushed you here. Zey managed to patch up some of zee smaller cuts and burns but zee ozer doctahs and I had to do zee rest. You had no ID on you. Nosing but zat pocket vatch and your pants.” He motioned to the side table where the watch lay.

James looked at the watch. The last thing he remembered was picking it up and now he was here. He looked back at Henrik, still confused, “How did I get in the woods?”

“Vell, of zat vee are not sure but a team trying to figure out vhat happened came back and told us zat you seemed to have fallen from a tree and zat is vhy you have some of zee cuts. To me zough, it does not seem right.”

Now that James thought about it he had fallen. He looked down at the bandages on his body. He was a wreck but at least he was safe. Something still bothered him and he looked at the strange thing in his arm and the people in the room. “I still don’t understand. Who are you? What is this thing? What’s going on?”

Henrik scooted a bit closer, clearing his throat, “Yes, I believe introductions are in order. My name is Henrik Von Schneeplestein. Zat,” he pointed at the thing, “is an IV. It helps heal you.”

James nodded, he still wasn’t sure what that was but he did not want to be rude and interrupt.

Chase waved on the other side of him, “Hey...I’m Chase Brody. Nice to meet you.” Chase held out his fist and James stared at it. Reluctantly, he took the fist in the palm of his hand and shook it.

Marvin burst out laughing and Jackie elbowed his leg.

“Right, sorry, sorry. I’m Marvin Hayes. AKA Marvin the Magnificent!”

Jackie waved his hand in a saluting gesture, “I’m Jackie Wayne.”

James gave a timid smile as he waved back. Foolish, that’s what he looked like. Foolish.

With a sigh Jack finally decided to stand up from his corner. This whole ordeal had to come up eventually. “Hello there, umm…” He cut himself short as he saw the exclamation point above James’s head. He ran his hands through his hair. God, he still wasn't used to any of this. And he doubted he ever would be.

He cleared his throat before continuing, “Now, I know this doesn't make any sense. Trust me, I know. But you are not crazy. We don't know much but we can try to explain anyways.

To continue on names, my name is Sean McLoughlin. Most people call me Jack though.” He rubbed the back of his head as he sat down. “If you have any questions just…just ask.”

Question mark after question mark appeared above James’s head. He had no idea how to process any of this. They had answered his questions but rather than answer them it only brought up more.

There was a sudden beeping noise coming from Chase’s pocket and James jumped, his eyes snapping towards the sound. Chase pulled out a strange rectangular object that glowed. He pointed at it, an exclamation point and a question mark popping above his head.

Chase raised an eyebrow, “What’s wrong? It's just my phone.”

That was not a phone. He shook his head before looking around the room again. His ears picked up on the constant beep next to him and he gestured wildly at it, “What is this thing?”

There was a pause, and the others looked at each other. They were all concerned as they started to put the pieces together.

Henrik leaned forward in his chair, “Zat is a heart monitor. I don't believe vee got to hear your name. Truthfully, no one knows who you are. You had no ID. If you can, vould you mind filling us in?”

Biting his lip, James sighed, “My…my name is Jameson Jackson. I am from Reading. I was born on the 31st of October, 1900.”

For the second time that night they were all in shock. Tonight was far more surprising than they had expected it to be. And they had seen or done some odd and impossible things.

“N…nineteen hundred?” Henrik finally began.

James nodded his head slowly. He had a feeling he had said the wrong thing and he slouched.

“Dude…” Chase gave a half chuckle, “It’s 2017.”

What? He…how…but he had. The beeping next to James quickened alongside his breathing. He couldn't understand. He jumped at the feeling of a hand on his arm, wincing at the pain.

Chase drew his hand back, “Sorry! I’m sorry if we’re scaring you, but…I mean…it's the truth.”

James looked around the room, watching everyone give some form of agreement. He put his head in his hands. He needed time to think all of this through. Golly, what was he gonna do? How was he going to get back home? Could he even get back in the first place? He was overwhelmed.

Jack felt an impulse to comfort James and walked over to the bed. At first he wanted to give him a hug but he saw the bandages on his body and decided against it. Giving a sigh, he gave his free right hand a squeeze. “It's alright. We’ll figure things out. You are not alone.”

James lifted his hands away from his face, sniffling as he wiped the tears from his eyes. He looked up at Jack and felt a warmth push some of the confusion away.

“There’s more we will have to tell you, but I can see you have enough to deal with already. Besides, it can wait.” He gave James’s hand one more squeeze. “Come on guys,” Jack said, tilting his head to the door, “we should let him rest.”

The others got up, saying goodbye as they walked to the door.

“You guys go on home,” Henrik said, “I have to finish my shift. Plus, someone should stay here to keep him company.”

“Alright,” Jack said, “We’ll see you later Henrik.” With that they left the room.

Henrik stood up from the chair, “I have to go take care of some sings, but Jack is right: you need rest. I vill be back to check on you later but if you need anysing press zat button, alright?”

James looked where he indicated and nodded.

“Good.” Henrik walked over to the door and opened it, “Sleep vell Jameson, everysing vill be alright.”

James lied down, questions continuing to float in his mind, yet he felt that warmth return as he closed his eyes: everything would be alright.

Hey there everyone, I bring you the next installment of the Ego Origins stories. Well...kind of. You see, I am writing this out of order. The reason? Well...we’ll get to that later... ;) Also I am testing a new format. As I have observed, on mobile the horizontal lines I use to chage scenes does not show up. So, to make it easier for those on mobile I am bolding each sentence/word that begins with every new scene change, as well as bolding my end and/or beginning notes. As always, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed the story!

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2)The Magician

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