#if i wake up more and get embarrassed maybe ill delete. but also maybe ill stop being a wimp lol

[badkarma1998]

Im half awake and feeling brave, time to post self indulgent angry oc x companion makeout

[yuukei-yikes]

ah! if you're taking questions about the fankids, can i ask about what's going on about the whole reincarnation thing? (how konoha finds out, if anyone else figures it out, even how he finds out about konoha (before he died) and the whole "daze" thing in the first place. poor kid's got a lot to deal with lol)

YIPPEEEEEEEEEE <- this yippe was written before i finished writing the reply. no yippee anymore. under the cut bc i also went crazy long with this and its embarrassing and erm erm erm erm. hehe. so much mental illness i basically wrote a fic under the cut

i've actually answered this before BUT im changing my answer. when i answered that ask konoha and ayame were only like 40 hours old so now it's simmered in my head better...hehehehheheheeh <- my evil laugh because im abt to give konoha 80 mental illnesses.

so i know i linked to the old answer but if u went to read it just forget abt everything i say in there

yknow how i talked abt like overprotective parents haruka&takane in my last ask LOL i actually had a big wall of text that i deleted while answering because it was rly sad and it got super long and i was like erm. maybe another time and THEN I GOT THIS ASK AND IM LIKE BOYYY WHY DID I DELETE THE TEXT but whatever i'll just go crazy now and even more bc i can dedicate the whole space to it HEHEHEHEHHEEH

konoha is nonverbal for years and since ayano works with kids i think she knows sign language teehee and when it became obvious konoha wasn't going to speak as a kid haruka&takane are like. well. let's do that ig. mekakushi dan learning sign language arc 💖 still is nonverbal most of the time i think. if i had thought of it beforehand i would've kept it for present time JUST IMAGINE THE DOODLES I MADE THE FIRST TIME HE'S SIGNING EVERYTHING IVE DECIDED MY NEXT GEN KONOHA IS NONVERBAL. HE DICHO. CASO CERRADO

ok they're overprotective not only bc they're disabled4disabled and terrified that konoha will one day wake up and be diagnosed with u got 6 years to live type of thing but also. konoha autism swag

and when konoha becomes a toddler shit goes down. then he starts hallucinating and having all these night terrors abt stuff like hibihiyo's timeloop and reviving azami over and over while she was living in the real world but also he's a kid so he doesn't really register all this horrifying stuff the same an adult would duh. and he kind of ALWAYS saw it he just can put it into words now ig. so he's not like AUUUUGHHH he's more like.. confused and scared. he's also not super communicative and i dont mean that bc he's nonverbal like even if he is, he still speaks through signs!! but he's still kind of quiet and slow and etc. like he IS konoha yknow?? he's just like playing and hanging out and suddenly just sees azami and he's like erm mom can u tell the lady in the corner to go away :(( and takane's like LOL. GET IN THE FUCKING CAR. he just gets diagnosis or derivations to other doctors and a child therapist etc and its not wrong bc HE IS completely human now and that whole thing IS translating into not only a human mind but like A TINY human mind. basically mental illness. so many mental illnesses.

HE'S STILL A RLY HAPPY KID...BUT THERE'S SO MUCH TO GET THRU... it's not like he's permanently hallucinating or having night terrors every night either he leads a fairly normal life!!! and is a little kid and has fun and plays around and he's so so so sweet and rly happy!!! but. there's also The Horrors.

i dont think the dan would hide their powers. like yeah sure kano can turn into a cat yippeee!! if we lose a toy we go to hibiya he can find anything!! seto can ALWAYS guess what number we're thinking of it's so funny!! LIKE IT'D BE CUTE RATIO + PLAYING + HAVING FUN OK? PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET EARTH, OK!?!?!?!?

but the thing is that haruka saw everything konoha did like THEY WERE. YEAH. haruka & konoha is a THING so i think konoha can ask something and haruka's increasingly like HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT bc there is no way ANYONE could've told him that like the only person who would know is. WELLLLLL KONOHA? i think the big reveal can happen thru konoha being like hey. do u remember when we talked. in that big white room that never ended. that was rly weird lol like when did that happen. where even were we lol. also u were yelling thats so weird u never yell it was scary. lol!! and haruka's like Hehe(shaking) bc as soon as he realises He Cannot Stop realising

what the dan doesn't say is their story ofc bc it's rly sad and like why would they tell their kids abt that lol but. konoha starts asking Questions... Very Specific Questions.

ok sorry i havent even gotten to the way he finds out he's even awakening eyes LOL i think haruka realises btw. he realises before konoha realises. well konoha DOESNT realise. but he HAS been having this identity crisis and he's like damn i already transed my gender WHAT IS IT THIS TIME and he keeps asking these oddly specific questions that are freaking everybody out because he's not even really asking about their pasts?? he's just like mixing his old memories to his current memories and being like uncle shintaro remember when we fell off that high place together :3 and shintaro's like what the fuck are u talking about. like he doesn't describe it specifically enough or whoever he's talking to just assumes someone else told him abt something that happened back then.

like THATS HIS OTHER SELF so haruka isnt even doubting it, as soon as he realises HE DOESNT UNREALISE HE DOESN'T TRY TO CONVINCE HIMSELF OTHERWISE once he knows HE KNOWS. but konoha still doesn't know he's just kinda watching haruka having like a crisis or something.

from then on erm.... about how to manage it... well it'd be a complicated situation. haruka obviously tells takane and she's like ur fucking crazy lol im gonna go talk to him *leaves* *comes back* ok u were right. how the fuck did we even create this.

basically the dan knows before konoha does and it becomes a rly complicated subject about what to do about it because most of them are like the only way to rly make sure is to talk to konoha and they dont know if they wanna do that because they'd have to come clean about their horrible story and yknow konoha's just a kid!! but also if he IS konoha and everything he is seeing are those awful memories then he should know? for peace of mind? maybe? it's... a whole thing. like konoha isn't.... suffering. like obviously all his mental issues are awful but it's not like they will go away just by having context to some stuff. he's still a happy kid. the dan's like ok somehow haruka and ene created a freak of nature. it happens.

like what if they tell him and then all the memories become super clear. why would they wanna do that. most of the memories are total ass and awful. but also konoha's clearly confused and feels so lost. but maybe that's better than him being properly traumatized by remembering everything??

at the end of the day haruka and takane are the parents and they have to decide lollll man they'd be so torn about it. konoha probably throws a line like i just always feel like im forgetting something. THEY'D BREAK DOWN ON EACH OTHER SO BAD AND KONOHA'S LIKE WHYYYY ARE U GUYS CRYINGGGG!?!?! srry haruka and takane for putting u thru the horrors. i think it's funny to do that. congratulations on the marriage and the kid but also cry about it

erm. idk if or how they'd tell him. this is all i can come up with now. bye tune in for next chapter i fucking guess

[crystxlclear]

sudden desire

chapter five: coraline meyer, marcus pike and the fortress of bad ideas

part six of sudden desire

prologue / one / two / three / four / masterlist

in which two best friends won’t admit they’re in love so they decide to have a baby together instead.

pairing: marcus pike x original female character (coraline meyer)

word count: 3.7k

warnings: a smidge of angst and a stupid suggestion

author's note: i accidentally deleted this nobody look at me. also, for some reason tumblr mobile isn’t letting me edit this so i can’t edit the font size, so that’s why it’s different formatting :(((

It’s been a week. An entire week since she’s seen him. A week since she’s heard his voice. And everything about it feels wrong.

There hasn’t been a day since they met that they haven’t spoken, but things seem different now. As much as she tries to forget what happened that night, she can’t. It etched into her mind and it plays there like a movie, vivid and bright and repetitive. What happened there, outside his apartment building, when they’d kissed each other in the rain like in one of those cheesy romance movies. All she can see when she closes her eyes are his; warm and brown and speckled with flecks of gold, sparkling in the dim light of his building’s doorway. All she can smell is his cologne, intoxicating and dizzying, the kind of smell she could drown in. Happily.

It seems almost pathetic to be crumbling at the memory of one brief kiss, one fleeting moment when she was tipsy and upset and definitely not thinking straight. She keeps trying to forget it, over and over again, to push it from her mind.

But she can’t. For better or for worse, she just can’t. But she has to, if she wants things to go back to how they were before. Because they’re friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

That’s all she wants to be, his friend. 

Even if, maybe, he can’t be hers anymore.

She hasn’t been sleeping, not really; between work, long hours that seem to creep by slower than they ever have before, his absence, and the ever-mounting list of disasters, she finds herself sliding into that half-dream-like state where she’s caught between sleep and the startling presence of everything slowly falling apart around her.

She’s tried to find the courage to call him or even just to answer the multiple calls and texts that she’s sent. But she can’t. Maybe it’s some self-preservation thing, the notion that, if she doesn’t answer, he can’t tell her they’re no longer friends. She can just go on living her life like he’s still there to talk to whenever she’s down, bringing her Chinese food most Thursday nights after he finishes work. She’s painfully aware that that’s counter-intuitive and completely ridiculous - how can you pretend someone is still in your life, whilst blatantly ignoring them? - but she’s lost too many people now to face that again.

Somehow pushing them away before they can leave or be pulled away from her seems the best option.

But Coraline misses him. God, how she misses him. She’s been cold ever since that night in the rain. It’s worse than normal, the chill pulling at her bones and drenching her in a permanent shiver. It’s like, every morning when she wakes up, someone pours a bucket of ice water over her head in the middle of a bleak winter, bleeding away any of the comfortable warmth he always painted her with. At first, she chalked it up to the rain. That their childish dash through the D.C. rainstorm had made her ill and that shivers were just the sign of oncoming flu. Or that maybe she is ill like Marcus had said. But she’s come to realise that, perhaps, it’s Marcus and his sudden absence. Like even him just being there distracts her from some kind of horrifying pain deep within her gut that she hasn’t even realised is there until she stopped speaking to him. 

It’s a pain made worse by her own making and, by the end of the week, she’s almost at the point of reaching for her phone and pouring her heart out to him in the form of an apology she isn’t entirely sure will make up for her ignorance.

She’s never been more grateful than when Marcus calls her, Friday night. It’s the fifth call that week but the first one she answers. It comes late, eleven o’clock, maybe, when he’s finished work for the day. When she can hear the rumble of the traffic as it passes on the road. It almost covers the sharp exhale he gives when he hears her voice and the gentle ‘hello’ she breathes over the line. She almost wonders if she’s hearing things, or it’s just the sound of a passing car, until his reply sounds just as relieved. 

He asks her out for coffee Saturday morning. Their usual spot. As friends, of course. Always as friends. Never anything more or less than friends. He doesn’t mention the kiss but the implication is there, thick in his voice like honey, weighing down his words. She accepts his invitation so quickly that it's almost embarrassing but she misses him too much to let it go.

...

They seem to fall right out of familiarity in the most familiar place in the world. It’s not like it normally is when they meet there; she’s welcomed by the same warmth and the low hum of voices but there’ll no hug, there’ll no brief moment when they take a second to watch each other, like they’re studying some brand new artwork in a gallery, and there’ll be no comfortable silence that settles between them when she first sits down. The only sense of normality between them is in the mug of steaming coffee that sits in front of Coraline’s chair when she arrives, because of course he’s ordered her a drink, because of course he knows exactly what she wants every single time. 

It’s cold out that morning. Colder than it has been for a long while; the air is crisp and frigid and frost clings to the window panes, a colourless kaleidoscope obscuring the glass. Everything is tipped in a gentle white, except for her fingers. Her fingers are leaden and painful and crowned with red, and they barely work as she fumbles with her phone to check for a text, expecting him to back out and say that he’s no longer coming. She wouldn’t even blame him if he decides not to. 

It’s a short walk to the coffee shop. It always has been — it’s just down the street from her apartment — but it feels like it takes an age to get there. By the time she reaches the door, fogged-up by the cold, the tea lights bleeding warm light through the clouded glass, she wonders what she’ll do if he says he doesn’t want to see her again. She wouldn’t blame him if he did. 

She still smiles when she sees him sitting at the table tucked away in the corner, where most people can’t see them; she’s not even cognizant of what’s happening, just sees the soft expression that settles in his face, halfway between relief and something unreadable, and her face is suddenly split with an even wider smile. She can’t help it. The relief settles his features and he watches her enter, her hands dragging against her jeans as she tries her best to brush away the sweat that has dampened them. 

Coraline swipes her tongue over her bottom lip and tugs it in between her teeth as she drops her jacket over the back of the chair and settles into the large plush armchair. It seems to engulf her; she feels small, like a child amongst the cushions. For the first few moments, she feels like she’s at an audition. Everything consumes her — the nerves, the adrenaline, the complete and utter dread — and she feels like she’s staring over at one of those strangers who knows what they want and, somehow, already, that that isn’t her. 

There’s no hug when she reaches the table, no moment when they take a moment to ground themselves in each other and the welcome feeling of their arms holding the other close. Familiarity is shot and they’re the same two people they were the very first day they met; those two, the unfamiliar, unlikely couple that introduced themselves over crappy FBI coffee in an empty briefing room. Only, this time, the silence isn’t comfortable, it’s painfully drawn out and laced with anguish. 

“I’m sorry.” That’s the only thing she can bring herself to say after the seemingly endless beat of quiet that settles between them. She’s wrapped in a thick cardigan, futile attempts to smother the shivers that grasp her limbs. She’s fussing, she knows she is, but somehow her jeans feel too wrinkled and her shirt feels too tight and she regrets wearing these shoes because they’re squeezing her feet. “Marcus, I’m sorry, I-“

But, somehow, he’s looking at her like she’s the sun. 

Their eyes meet across the table, that one little beat, that passing second, when their gazes lock and things seem familiar again, and that ache that’s been tearing at the inside of her chest for the past week slowly melts away at the sight of him. 

“I kissed you first.” He points out. It’s a matter-of-fact statement that’s punctuated by a sip of his drink. Coraline gulps. She settles back in her chair like if she presses into them hard enough, they’ll swallow her whole and carry her away from this place, back to familiarity. “You don’t need to apologise,” he insists. 

“I ignored your calls all week.” Coraline counters. It seems like a petty argument, that they’re both blaming themselves for the silence and hesitation between them. But Cora silently thanks god that he’s not blaming her instead. 

“I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

“I shouldn’t have ignored you.”

He’s looking at her with those brown eyes, all the warmth and brilliance that had pulled her in in the first place. “Coraline.” He says her name like it has a purpose. “Please don’t apologise.” 

She sighs. “Well, then, you shouldn’t either.” He cocks an eyebrow and settles back in his seat. Coraline lifts the oversized mug to her lips and revels in the overly sweet taste of the coffee she drinks far too much of. She’s sure the sugar must have gone to her head when the next words tumble from her mouth before she can stop them. “I liked it.”

She’s sure he almost chokes on his coffee but he does his best to hide it. He watches her for a second as she nonchalantly sips her drink, expertly hiding the way she’s screaming at herself inside for what she’d said. The FBI agent in him comes out — the one trained to spot liars, to notice bluffs and the subtle tells that give away what someone is hiding — but she’s glad she chose to wear her glasses that morning because they hide the wild panic in her eyes from across the table; he settles on the conclusion that she’s bluffing to make him feel better and his shoulders relax. “You don’t mean that.”

Did she mean that? Maybe she did. But he’s her best friend. She can’t. Can she? 

“Maybe I do.” She murmurs. 

He takes a sharp inhale of breath, exhales slowly and leans forward again. “I’ve been thinking-“

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” He’d usually laugh at that. Or fire back some equally sarcastic comment in reply. But he doesn’t; the corners of his mouth quirk up, a small smile, but that’s all. And Coraline’s heart sinks. The tension is thick in the coffee shop and it feels like the world is collapsing around her. “Sorry, inappropriate. Carry on.”

She knows where this is going. She’s had this conversation before, with Scott. It’s eerily familiar, gut-wrenching and terrifying and she feels like her heart is about to fall from her chest. The lack of smiles and the short words, the familiar setting that was somehow meant to make the blow softer. All she can think is how she doesn't want to lose him. She can’t lose him. Not now, not after everything.

She thinks that she might need him more than she realises. 

“I’ve been thinking about what you said last week.”

“I said a lot last week,” Coraline notes. “I was upset. And a little drunk.”

“I know, but I think it’s been eating away at you for a while, now,” he insists. 

She lifts her eyes from her mug, narrowing them in his direction. “What are you talking about, Marcus?”

“I’ve been thinking. All week, really. About what you said and what you want.” Marcus repeats. His voice is still soft and steady like it always is; he always reasons that it comes with the job, having to be calm in situations like this, but his eyes usually give him away, only for a moment, when they flicker with something Coraline can never put a finger on.

“About what I want?”

“If you really want a baby- if you’re serious- I’ll have a baby with you.”

This time, it’s Coraline who practically chokes on her coffee. Her fingers splay out in front of her mouth to stop a potential fountain of half-cold coffee from spraying out over Marcus. She watches him, gages his sincerity, and when she can’t see even the slightest suggestion of his proposal being a joke, she panics. Sure, she tries to play it off like it’s nothing, all amused eyes and level voice. She hopes it works because she can feel her heart pounding against her ribcage so hard that it’s almost painful, like it’s going to break straight from her chest and fall onto the table. “Haha, very funny, Marcus.”

“I’m serious.”

She glares at him. “And I’m serious. We can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Marcus, you know why not.” Coraline sighs. “It just- so many things could go wrong-” Her gaze falls to her hands and she starts to chew on her lip, the sweet taste of her lipgloss the only thing reminding her that this wasn’t a dream, and that he really is sat before her proposing that they have a baby. “I don’t want to lose you,” she admits. Her breath is shaky when she inhales deeply. “And if we date or get married and have a baby and then we break up-”

“Cora, I’m not saying we should get married or even that we should be together,” he insists, “But, as your friend, I am offering you a family, if you want it.”

There aren’t many words Coraline can think to say. It’s just- all this- she hadn’t been expecting this. She’d prepared for a swift exit after he’d told her things were too awkward between them now that they’d kissed. She’d prepared for the ache in her chest when he told her he couldn’t be her friend anymore. She’d not prepared for him to offer her a baby. “You don’t want to be tied to me like that.” It’s all she can muster. Everything else she tries to stay falls short and dies on her tongue. “You could still meet someone better.” 

It sounds marginally better than ‘are you insane?’

“There’s no one quite like you, Coraline Meyer.”

At first, she thinks he’s professing his love for her. Like they do in the movies; like she’s Bridget Jones and he’s Mark Darcy and he’s telling her how he loves her just as she is. But that’s wishful thinking and there’s a pang in her chest when she realises it’s not what it means; she can’t figure out what it is that strikes her but she thinks it’s relief that they’ll stay just the way that they are.

“And, besides-” He leans forward against the table, further towards her. He wrinkles his brow and reaches up to scratch his beard hesitantly. “I’m a divorcee with a failed engagement under my belt. We’re in the same boat here.”

She’s not sure why she’s more struck by the revelation of Marcus’ past than she is at his offer, but she can’t help the way her eyes widen. She doesn’t mean them to — the news isn’t Earth-shattering or destroying — but there’s so much pretence around it that it feels like things might just be falling apart, anyway. 

Her heart drops; she wants to reach over the table and take his hand, to smooth away the worry and the anguish like he’d done for her so many times. But she can’t reach him. He’s leant back so far in his chair that she’d have to stand up just to reach him, if she wanted to. Instead, she puts down her mug and leans forward, her eyes meeting his for the first time, really. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She hopes she doesn’t sound like she pities him. There’s nothing she hates more than pity, and he didn’t seem like the type, either; Marcus was the only one who hadn’t made her feel small during her divorce. Maybe it was because, back then, he didn’t know her well enough, but he’d always made her laugh when she needed it. There was never any pity there. And she trusted him enough to never make her feel small.

Marcus doesn’t know why he’s never told her before. And he doesn’t know why he expects her to be mad he hasn’t told her, but she’s not. Her voice is just as soft as it normally is around him and she almost reaches for his hand. “Uh, well-” His hand came up to scratch the back of his neck. Despite everything, it still felt nervous telling her about his past. He’d never had trouble talking about those things with anyone before, even the therapist he’d been seeing when he first moved to D.C. But, mostly, things just seemed a little heavier now. “When we met, you were still going through your divorce. You were hurting and- well, it just never seemed appropriate, I guess.”

“Marcus-” This time, she does take his hand, when he leans forward. Coraline reaches across the table and laces their fingers together. “You should have told me.”

“Just being around you helped,” he admits, “You didn’t need to know why.” He pauses. “That came out wrong-“ He chuckles shortly and shakes his head. “I just didn’t want to burden you.”

“Burden me? You could never be a burden.” She watches their hands where they’re joined against the table, their fingers fitting together like it’s the most familiar thing in the world. Coraline glances back up at him, meets his gaze, and tilts her head. “We deserve better,” she insists.

She doesn’t care if it seems self-righteous, it’s true. They’re both good people — though Marcus is definitely a better person than she is, for all their faults and shortcomings — and they deserve better than the heartbreak they got. Coraline sighs as Marcus starts to rub circles against the side of her hand with his thumb. “You could have told me,” she reaffirmed.

One word changes the meaning. He shouldn’t have to tell her anything, he doesn’t owe her anything. He doesn’t have to share anything with her about his past; they’re different in that way, she guesses, because compared to him, she seems like an open book who spills all her secrets to anyone who will listen. She doesn’t even want him to tell her the details, if he doesn’t want to. If he’s not comfortable enough to tell her. But she wishes he felt comfortable enough to speak to her about it. 

He didn’t reply to Coraline, just smiled softly, glanced down at their hands for a moment before meeting her eyes again. “What happens now?” He questioned,

Coraline smiled softly. “Well, I’m going to go home and my best friend is going to come with me. Then, we’re going to order takeout and watch some shitty movie and pretend that this conversation and last week never happened.”

“Hmm- he sounds like a lucky guy.”

“The luckiest.” She muses; she watches the slow ripples in her drink. She’s pretty sure she’s the lucky one. “I’m going to go home, I’m going to eat ice cream and order takeout and it’s not going to be awkward or uncomfortable because we’re friends and love each other too much to throw that away. I’m also going to apologise for being a complete bitch and ignoring him for a week.”

“I’m sure he’ll forgive you.”

“You think so?”

“I’m sure of it.”

“That’s good.” The first genuine smile of the day steals her lips; it’s a welcome burst of light through the dimly-lit coffee shop that had grown colder and dull thanks to the rain clouds lingering outside. “Don’t tell him but I’d hate to lose him.”

He can’t help but smile. And he thinks that he’s blushing, too - his cheeks burned as he basked in her sunlight - but she doesn’t seem to notice. She’s smiling down at her coffee cup as she finishes the last drops of her drink. She stands and gathers her jacket and her mug and, as she moves to leave, turns back to look over her shoulder. Coraline extends her free hand towards Marcus. “Well, are you coming?”

It takes a moment for him to react. He’s just staring, revelling in the relief of a weight he hadn’t even realised his shoulders were holding. Even the heavy, frostbitten air seemed light now; Coraline takes his hand when he stands, almost as if it’s second nature, and sweeps towards the door, dropping her mug on the counter as she passes. The way she walks, it’s light she’s floating, and it’s a welcome relief that she’s no longer that some woman who walked into the coffee shop before. No longer that reluctant, faded woman who was hesitant to meet his gaze. She’s Coraline again, walking sunshine.

“My offer still stands, y’know,” he reminds her as the door opens and they’re hit with the frosty chill that gathered at the windows. It’s starting to rain a little, that fine drizzle that lingers on the breeze and makes your clothes cling to your skin, yet it doesn’t even seem to bother Coraline much. She just shucks up her jacket further over her shoulders, tugs insistently on his hand, and leads them further down the quiet street, emptied by the spill of the rain. 

Coraline hums and turns back to look at him. Her smile is gentle and appreciative; she appreciates the offer more than he knows, even if she thinks that it’s entirely crazy and reckless. It’s a life-changing proposition, for both of them, and the weight of it hasn’t quite settled yet. “We can talk about that later,” she insists and that’s when they fall right back into the comfortable familiarity they share. 

[trashi-bee]

Caught Red-Handed, Pt.1?

Pairing: Reader x Rude asf! Nikki x Vince x Tommy

Warnings: 18+ pls, language, mentions of alcohol, degradation, choking, hair pulling

Lil Summary: Reader works at a diner that the boys frequent, becomes infatuated with them and follows them home (based off of early 80′s Motley) 

Also! I got a lot of inspiration from @thewritingdoll​ when writing this! (she wrote a piece that included reader! breaking into somebody's house and I really wanted to write something of my own that incorporated that! xox) .. also for some reason I tried to edit this post and I deleted like all the text so sorry if you’re seeing this again but I had to reformat it lol 

You felt so pathetic, being so easily tempted by the three most deplorable boys to step foot within your little diner. They came every Sunday morning, smelling of jack, sweat, and whatever whore they were with the night before. 

At first you hated them, fucking despised them. They were loud, disrespectful and refused to treat anybody with an ounce of respect. 

“Fill up my cup, would you kitten?”, the blonde haired stunner you’ve learned goes by Vince quips, flashing you a sly grin as you stroll towards the group with a pot of fresh brew in hand. Pouring a cup of coffee has never felt so strenuous, simply being in their presence makes your face flush and your knees go weak. 

As soon as you’ve finished your assigned task you turn to leave, only to be held back by a hand placed on your forearm. “What’s the rush, baby?” Nikki’s mischievous olive hues lock with yours, “a little company would be appreciated, sit down”. Being ordered by a drunken punk should make you furious, but instead you feel your sex throb at the thought of how else he could boss you around. 

“I’d love to stay, but my boss-“ you’re interrupted mid sentence, Tommy pulls you towards him and places you in the booth. “Don’t be silly, we’re the only people here”, he interjects, you turn and realize he’s right - had you been that preoccupied with your thoughts that you failed to realize you were alone? alone with the boys who crept their way into your dreams and flooded your head with all the possible ways they could use you. 

“Oh.. right, I guess I could stay for a minute”, your mouth goes dry and your heartbeat increases tenfold, why did they have this effect on you? 

“We’ve been coming here every Sunday for a few months now, long enough to tell you’re never very busy, yet you always find a way to avoid us when we come in- no need to be scared, kitten, we don’t bite'', Nikki intervenes once again, he’s undoubtedly the leader of the pack.

You’re caught off guard, searching for the perfect excuse, just as you feel a mischievous hand crawling up the side of your upper thigh, making its way towards your core. “I- uh- I haven’t meant to stay away from you guys, I’m just usually the only worker here”. Tommy smirks from beside you, aware of the damage he’s causing. 

Thankfully, you’re pulled from the situation when you hear the familiar ring of the door being opened on the opposite end of the diner, in walking an elderly man, making his way towards the counter. You slide out of the booth and take your still warm pot of coffee along with you, heading towards the man that saved you from utter humiliation. 

You’ve barely left his side, forcing small talk to pass the time, ignoring the three boys across the room. After what felt like an eternity, they finally left. You weren’t sure if you were relieved that you’d finally have some peace and quiet, or disappointed that more hadn’t happened. 

The weeks continued to pass and they continued to come every Sunday, hitting on every living and breathing piece of ass to pass their table, yet they became more courteous towards you, no longer making snide remarks and ogling you as you bent over to refill their mugs.. and honestly, it hurt more than you’d like to admit. 

As time passed, your desire to be mistreated and degraded by the ill-mannered boys increased, it took over your every thought. Not only was Sunday difficult, but you found yourself thinking about them every day of the week, you had to see more of them, learn more about them. And that’s when you followed them home. 

You’d come to learn they lived together, and that they didn’t really have a schedule as they played in a band together. Partying throughout the night, waking up in the afternoon and doing it all over again the next day. 

You’ve been watching them for a while, unsure of when exactly you’d be able to sneak inside their apartment as they were really hard to track- then it hit you.. the only time you were sure they’d be away was Sunday morning. 

You took off your Sunday shift for the first time in months, sad you wouldn’t be seeing them this week but overjoyed that you’d be able to rummage around in their dirty little play pin. 

Getting in wasn’t too difficult, as their door had been kicked in by the cops so many times they had to nail it shut and leave the window open in order to enter. The interior is exactly what you’d imagined it to be, broken glass strewn across the floor, ripped clothes covering the few pieces of furniture they own, a vast array of stains decorate the carpet, the air smells of Jack Daniels and a strong musk, their natural odor, and it’s so fucking intoxicating. 

You have no idea where to start, so you wander down the hall in front of you, entering the first room you find. A dresser overflowing with leather pants and band t-shirts, a bed lying on the floor and posters covering the wall. In the corner, a white bass. This was Nikki’s room. 

What now? Do you take something, or play it safe? Would they notice if you took a few mementos? A shirt or two couldn’t hurt- the idea of lounging around at home in their clothes sounded fantastic, you had to take something, anything. 

Getting down on your knees in front of the overfilled dresser, you pulled open the bottom drawer, pawing through the mess and taking in the scent that enveloped each piece of apparel. 

That’s when you heard them, entering the apartment through the same window you’d crawled through only moments ago - how could they be back already! You’ve calculated this so perfectly, they’d never missed a Sunday at the diner, ever. You were fucked, absolutely terrified and with nowhere to hide, there was no getting out of this. You froze in place, a single set of footsteps heading towards the room you were in, how would you explain this? Would you have to quit your job? You’d never be able to face them again. 

“Well, boys, I guess we know why our little pet wasn’t at work today”, Nikki calls out, staring you down, a playful and arrogant smirk growing on his lips. “Care to explain why the fuck you’re in my room, bitch?”, you open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out, embarrassed and defeated, you look towards your feet. 

“Lost for words, little girl?”, you hear him step closer, so close that you can smell the bittersweet scent of alcohol that radiates off his body. The other two enter the room to find what Nikki’s discovered, the waitress from the diner down the road standing in their apartment, caught red-handed. 

Calloused fingers reach underneath your chin, forcing your head upwards so that you’re staring into the eyes of the Nikki Sixx, your lips only inches away from his own. “I asked you a question, didn’t I? I expect an answer, little one”, you search your head for something, anything, biting down on your lip and batting your lashes, you decide on the safest option available, “I partied here a few days ago and left something behind, I came back to get it”.

The three men laugh in unison, causing your stomach to do flips, they didn’t believe you. “If you were here, we would’ve noticed, do you think I’m dumb, bitch?”. You shake your head, cheeks flushing and your sex throbbing at the derogatory names he’s been referring to you with. You’re in the most vulnerable position you’ve ever found yourself in, the three most filthy boys in the city towering over you, enclosing you. Nikki peers behind you, an evil grin spreading across his plump lips “you were going through my dresser, weren’t you?”, you feel Vince run his digits through your hair, grabbing at your locks and pulling you back to look him in the eyes “little fuckin’ thief, huh?”.

Nikki looks you over, he says nothing but his demeanor shows that he demands a proper explanation. The grip Vince has on your hair tightens. Nikki places his hands on your waist, pushing the fabric of your shirt up to expose a few inches of skin. The fear you felt moments ago now mixes with excitement and lust, an intoxicating mixture of danger and pleasure. 

“I think I’ve figured it out, boys, little miss shy wanted to gather a few treasures to keep for herself- gather a few shirts to smell as she toys with her pussy at night, thinking of the sleazy boys from the diner fucking her stupid”, a whimper passes your lips, Tommy chuckles, “I think that’s exactly what this little bitch was up to, weren’t you taught not to steal?” Your eyes meet, his grin matching Nikki's, pure evil. 

“Only a twisted little whore would follow us back to our house and rummage through our dirty clothes” Vince chimes in from behind, pressing his stiff member firmly against your ass. The hold on your hair is finally released, your head falling forward, just in time for Nikki to wrap his hand around your neck, his free hand pushing apart your lips, two fingers reaching the back of your throat. Your eyes water as you choke on the thick digits invading your mouth. Drool drips down your chin and onto your clothed chest, Nikki pulls his hand free, smearing the spit that covers his fingers across your face. 

“See, we could make a big deal out of this-“ Nikki gestures to the space around him, alluding to the space you had broken into “..Maybe tell your boss you took off your shift to break into our lovely home, or, which I think is the better option, you could finally let us have a little fun with you”.

Your eyes light up, ecstasy pumping through your veins. Primal instincts had taken control, you were nodding your head in agreement before you had even considered his propositions. “Do anything you want to me- anything”.

[sickandtideeeee]

Rise with Me - Chapter 1???

A/N: I came up with a title!!! I’m also post a night shift!! Maybe I’ll write installments or I’ll write blurbs. A little different from By Bast since it’s more OCs and less fanfic. Tell me what you think!

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Approximately 746 years ago, without warning, it was proclaimed in the stars that the Heavenly Empire to the East had lost its sole male heir.

The official story was as simple as it was tragic: the youthful prince had contracted a grave illness during one of his many expeditions through the uncharted lands between the main dominions. A truly terrible affliction, the curse had slowly eaten through his internal essence over decades, making his corporeal form increasingly unstable until he was entirely consumed and faded into the wind. 

A short mourning period of 10 years was instituted and thereafter, to merely utter the name of the perished would-be King was a crime punishable by death. And this execution would not be a short-lived mortal death, but the shredding of your soul into thousands of pieces, each sliver doomed to try desperately to reunite over the millenia to come. 

Despite the intensity of this punishment, there were many rumors outside the lands that could not be quashed. They essentially boiled down to the following: 

The prince had been poisoned not by a celestial beast but by a woman.

The prince could only been subjected to such an attack because he had been actively seduced by her.

The woman he was so enamored with was a foreigner.

The last point was the greatest scandal for two reasons: not only was she a foreigner, she was rumored to hail from the Southern chiefdoms, which almost certainly meant she was a political spy sent to destabilize the Eastern realm.

These rumors were both surprisingly close and alarmingly far from the truth.

Unfortunately, this version of events was what the Golden Emperor, the prince’s cherished father, decided to believe. 

The only caveat was that his son was very much alive.

However, this did not matter so long as the Emperor had decided that as he was, his favored son Jin was now a liability to the throne and dead to him.

To further the dismay of the rest of the royal family and the empyrean palace, the crown prince had long since returned the sentiment and absconded from Heaven without a word.

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Jin…

Yes, my love?

Do you think we can be like this, together, forever?

Why wouldn’t we?

Our love is… a little bit strange, don’t you think?

Maybe, but we’ve always been a little bit strange.

She is satisfied by this answer and she snuggles into the crook of my neck and I kiss the top of her forehead. She smells earthy and sweet as though she too sprouted from the meadow we lay in, as if she’s one of the many wildflowers that dot this landscape. The sun’s rays are soft and gentle and we drink deeply of each other. I wrap my arms around her and she smiles and rolls over so that she is on top of me. She pecks at my face playfully, and I am entranced by her smiling face. 

Then, a harsh wind picks up and like dandelion fuzz, her form disperses into the air. I wake up with a start.

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“Mimi? Mimi!” Jin’s voice called out. Then his eyes opened to partial darkness and cold, damp sheets. Moonlight streamed in rays into the room and he realized it was still nighttime.

He turned over several times in his oversized bed to squint at his digital alarm clock. A few minutes past 3. Fantastic.

His head throbbed as he sat up. These headaches were getting all too frequent, he thought, rubbing the sides of his temples. He’d get his agent to buy a humidifier… or maybe some essential oils. Whatever would work. He’d let Annie figure it out later in the day. There was a busy schedule ahead and he was not going to even entertain the wish of getting any more sleep.

For the young immortal who went by the alias Lin Xiao Jin, stylized as ‘jin’ professionally (always in lowercase for flair), this lifetime had already proven to be his most challenging one yet. While Jin had played the role of feudal lords, military generals, and mortal emperors, this time he had wanted a change, and decided to try his hand at a life with a different type of power. The power of fame and celebrity.

It was truly taxing, and this week in particular his schedule had been almost impossible to manage. Sometimes he considered disappearing in a freak accident and becoming a ‘gone too soon’ story, forever immortalizing himself in the course of human history and starting anew as a chaebol kid. But he had to admit, he liked this model/singer/actor triple threat he had going on. The constant attention and adoration was nice, and the steady stream of women who came in and out of his lavish high-rise was nicer. He wasn’t exactly being worshipped as a god, but it was pretty damn close. 

Jin, for once, was less worried about how he was going to fit in hours of filming, two meet and greets and a bulking session with a physical trainer into the mere 24 hours a day. Instead, he relaxed his tense muscles and closed his eyes, focusing on tracing the pearl of energy he had parted with several hours earlier.

Moments passed… and nothing. He sighed, letting his body fall back into his messy bed in defeat. He hated the feeling of powerlessness he had in this muted mortal body, and no amount of physical fitness would change that. She was probably too far now to sense. His heart ached to reunite with her, but he had to bide his time. If there was something he always had more of, it was time.

He rolled over to the side and picked up his phone laying on the countertop. 12 missed messages from three hours ago, 6 of them from the same person.

He didn’t bother to open the messages from his not-quite-girlfriend Faye, knowing she’d probably already seen the tabloids, as well as the other girls he was casually dating. Instead of explaining himself, he deleted all her recent  messages, gave it a moment of thought, and then proceeded to delete her number too.

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For the first time in her life, Mya dreamt about a man she had just met.

She sprang up in bed with her heart racing and face warm with shame as the X-rated images ran through her mind like a fast forwarded cassette. She threw off her covers and held her face in her hands.

When did I become so thirsty?!!!

Her whole body burned with embarrassment. She had a boyfriend! Okay, she had to admit calling boyfriend was a stretch. Rather, she had a longstanding crush on a family friend who had finally acknowledged her enough to go on a couple dates. 

No matter what her situation was, she could NOT be dreaming about strangers. Even if they were hot and apparently really damn famous.

Speaking of fame, what was she supposed to do now in a foreign country, now that she essentially lost all anonymity and benefits thereof? What is the etiquette in a situation like this?

Not only she had decided to order in and barricade herself in her room for safety to come up with a plan, she had also decided to avoid the internet lest she find unflattering pictures of herself on Baidu or worse. However, now that it was early morning and she was feeling brave, she pulled out her laptop, took a deep breath and opened it up. She placed her fingers on the keys, then froze.

What was she looking for exactly? She did not even know this man’s name. And no one knew her name. What would she even search up?

Instead, she turned on her vpn to access Facebook and sent a short message to her friend.

Just letting you know I’m alive lol… something weird happened, i’ll call you a little later to give you deets, it’s still super early here.

She then went through her feed and when she got bored of that, looked up her not-quite-man on Instagram. Christian still hadn’t posted any pictures from their dates, nothing to suggest they were together. This nagged at her a bit but she sighed and turned off her computer. She had enough to worry about in the morning, no need to get anxious about anyone overnight. He was just a man, after all. 

She turned over and went back to sleep.

[mikauzoran]

Lukadrien Drabble: Nachtmusik Chapter Fourteen

A Little Night Music (Eine Kleine Nachtmusik) Chapter Fourteen: Bolero of Fire

(Chapter title song: Bolero of Fire)

Adrien awoke to the smell of pine and Luka’s hair smushed to the side of his face. He took a deep inhale and tried not to concentrate too much on the hand currently palming his posterior.

Usually, when they ended up cuddling or puppy piling in their sleep, Adrien’s head found Luka’s chest or stomach, and Luka’s hands normally ended up in Adrien’s hair or on Adrien’s back or shoulder blades. At least…to the best of Adrien’s knowledge they did. Luka typically woke up first, though, so it was conceivable that Luka had adjusted their position before Adrien regained consciousness.

Adrien wondered if Luka had a nice butt. It looked like the butt right off a sculpture of Apollo, but Adrien wondered what it felt like. He wasn’t in the habit of grabbing other people’s behinds, so he didn’t have a large pool of experience to draw from.

He gazed down at Luka’s peaceful, dreaming face and smiled, carefully propping himself up on his elbows to play with Luka’s hair and stroke Luka’s face.

Luka didn’t stir. True, they’d only been asleep four or five hours after a rough day and draining evening, but Luka was out.

“I love you,” Adrien giggled breathily. “Even if I don’t want all the same things you want.”

He held his breath and cautiously leaned in to press a butterfly kiss that was more air than substance to Luka’s lips. He pulled back, fully expecting to be caught red-handed, but Luka was still heavily asleep.

Adrien bit his lip, watching Luka’s face for any signs of stirring as his hand found Luka’s hip under the covers and incrementally started to slide down.

It really was a nice butt: soft but firm, subtly toned like the rest of Luka.

In his sleep, Luka gave a little moan that sounded like “—ien” as he arched his back. He was warm and hard against Adrien’s thigh. It had been a light pressure before, but now Adrien could really feel it, and he felt guilty for taking advantage while Luka was asleep. Luka always got so embarrassed when they were snuggling and this happened, even if it was just reflexive.

Adrien quickly slid his palm back up to an acceptable position, removed Luka’s hand from his own behind, and shifted his hips back to relieve some of the pressure his thigh was putting between Luka’s legs.

This was nice…waking up in someone’s arms, feeling connected to another person, being a part of something bigger than just Adrien, part of an “us”. He wished he could make it permanent. It would be for the best, after all. Luka would be happier with Adrien. Adrien could (finally) do something better than Marinette. Adrien could make Luka happy.

Adrien frowned.

Maybe not. The night before, it sounded as if Adrien made Luka just as miserable as Marinette when Luka had described the boy and the girl he was in love with.

Maybe Adrien could…try harder? He was the problem, after all. He was the one not taking this seriously. Luka wanted to marry Adrien. …What did Adrien want?

He chewed on his lip as he played with Luka’s bangs.

Adrien wanted…acceptance, affection. He wanted almost exactly what he had with Luka now only with kissing and wandering hands and none of the guilt. Adrien wanted exclusivity. He wanted dates and hand-holding and public displays of affection. He wanted stability and a future together.

That sounded a lot like marriage in many respects…didn’t it? Not that Adrien was necessarily ready for that step at the age of eighteen. He kind of wanted to date and be young and get through university, get his foot in the door in the world of acting, before he moved out to start a family. And there were still his feelings for Marinette, and there were still many aspects of his mental health that he knew he needed to work on.

Adrien knew he had a lot of growing up to do before he’d be ready to commit to marriage and all that meant. He’d learned his lesson from trying to dive into the deep end right away with Marinette. Adrien wasn’t ready for marriage at that point in his life…but…maybe in five years? A stronger, healthier, wiser, more stable, mature Adrien…that was an Adrien that he could see wanting to marry Luka. Their goals weren’t incompatible. It was just…

Backrubs would not suffice forever. Luka may have been demi, but that did not mean that he didn’t have a sex drive. This would be a problem.

Adrien leaned in and nuzzled Luka’s hair, pressing little kisses along his forehead.

Maybe Adrien could…

He shuddered at the mental image and then took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and collected.

All he had to do was take his clothes off, lie down, and close his eyes. Simple. There would be kissing and caressing and all kinds of things that Adrien liked thrown into the bargain too, so…and Luka was probably really good. Adrien would probably come to enjoy it if he could just get over the knee-jerk churning in his gut at the very thought of it all.

He groaned softly in despair, letting his head drop back to the pillow next to Luka’s.

This wasn’t going to work.

Luka had had actual lovers that he’d enjoyed sexual intimacy with before. There was no way Adrien could satisfy Luka by just tolerating sex. It wouldn’t be good enough. Adrien wouldn’t be good enough to make Luka happy.

Adrien felt ill.

It was like waking up from a nice dream to find oneself back in a living nightmare.

A stray thought pricked Adrien like a sewing needle: Marinette would probably enjoy sleeping with Luka once she got her own issues worked out. They could be a perfectly functional, happy couple once Marinette worked through her problems and fell in love with Luka. Luka was right to wait for her. She could make him happy.

Marinette wasn’t broken like Adrien.

Adrien thought back to the way he had felt the night before when Luka had said, “You are the music” and Adrien’s entire body had responded, resonating with those words. He looked at Luka and tried to recapture that moment of arousal…but he didn’t feel anything. He grasped at straws, trying to latch on to something to ignite a spark, something that wasn’t Ladybug or Marinette…but it had almost always been Ladybug and Marinette who made him feel that way in the past. Now…he couldn’t make himself feel anything.

He’d been told before, probably by Rose or Luka, that being biromantic heterosexual was perfectly valid…but he’d looked online, trying to find information, trying to find other people who’d had his problem and found solutions. What he’d discovered instead of the help he’d been seeking was a nasty post about how biromantic heterosexual wasn’t a real orientation and that people who thought they were that were just homophobic. Adrien had stared at the screen for a minute in shocked horror before closing the browser window, deleting his search history, and going to curl up defensively under the covers.

This didn’t feel valid. This felt like the internet was right and that there was something wrong with him keeping him from being able to feel and act like everyone else. It felt like he wasn’t normal, and that was, unfortunately, a familiar feeling, one that Adrien was oh so tired of. Why couldn’t he just be like everybody else this once? Especially when it was this important.

And no one could make him feel better about this. Not even Luka. Adrien was letting Luka down, hurting Luka, all because Adrien couldn’t get his act together and be properly bisexual already.

Adrien reached up to swipe at the tears starting to leak from the corners of his eyes.

It was just his luck that at that moment, Luka began to stir.

Adrien took a deep breath and clamped down on all of his swirling emotions, pasting over them with a façade of placidity.

Luka didn’t open his eyes, though, so the effect was wasted.

“…You up?” Adrien softly inquired.

Luka grumbled something, tightening his hold on Adrien, snuggling in closer until Luka’s head rested on Adrien’s shoulder.

“Mm?” Adrien’s hands reflexively wrapped around Luka, fingers coming to tangle in teal locks.

“…back t’ sleep, Angel,” Luka repeated thickly, nuzzling Adrien. “Kids don’t ‘ave t’ be school nother hour.”

Adrien’s heart did a backflip. He wondered how many kids he and Luka had. He wished he could see inside of Luka’s dream. It was probably nice and warm and safe. Everything had worked out in the dream. They were happy. Life was perfect.

“Do you love me?” Adrien whispered, already knowing the answer even though he didn’t understand it.

“More than music, P5,” Luka muttered against Adrien’s skin.

“You shouldn’t,” Adrien mumbled ruefully. “I’m not worth it. I just ruin everything.”

Luka’s eyes slowly opened, and he lifted his head to meet Adrien’s gaze drowsily.

All colour fled from Adrien’s skin, leaving it looking sickly and waxen. “S-Sorry. Did I wake you? I thought you were asleep.”

Luka leaned in and pressed a searing kiss just to the side of Adrien’s mouth. When he pulled back, his sleepy eyes bore into Adrien. “You make me supremely miserable sometimes, but, thanks to you, I also know what paradise feels like. Not just that summer but since then too. No other guy will ever be good enough. Even with all of your perceived flaws, Adrien Émile Agreste, I choose you. Whether you think you’re worth it and regardless of if you pick me too…I love you. Now go back to sleep, Perfect Fifth. I am exhausted.”

Luka’s eyes slid closed, and he lowered his head back to Adrien’s shoulder. Within thirty seconds, he was unconscious once more.

Adrien laid there for a while, trying to make sense of his life. The pieces wouldn’t quite fit together, but… He gazed down at Luka asleep, having beautiful dreams of future happiness. He listened to the soft in and out of Luka’s breathing, felt the rising and falling of Luka’s chest against Adrien’s side. Luka was warm and safe and solid and secure. Despite everything, Luka hadn’t given up hope.

Maybe Adrien shouldn’t give up the fight so easily either.

He pressed a kiss to Luka’s forehead and drifted back off to sleep.

 Luka was still out cold when Adrien woke again an hour later, just before nine o’clock.

Adrien carefully slipped out of the bed and padded over to the minifridge, taking out a mixed fruit cup and a palm-sized wheel of Gouda. He quietly crept back to the bed and knelt beside it to slide out the drawer beneath.

Plagg and Nooroo were curled up on their pillow, snuggling. It was so cute that Adrien was partially loath to wake them.

He reached in and gently began to stroke between Plagg’s ears.

The little cat slowly blinked his large eyes until they came into focus on Adrien.

Adrien put a finger to his lips and handed Plagg the Gouda.

“You okay?” Plagg whispered.

Adrien nodded, giving Plagg a smile that he hoped inspired confidence. “I’m glad I came over. I think we needed this.”

Plagg made an uncertain sound before digging into his cheese.

Adrien turned to Nooroo and started to lightly pet the butterfly kwami’s head until he blinked into wakefulness as well.

“Good morning, Adrien-bocchama,” Nooroo greeted quietly with an excited fluttering of his wings.

It always touched Adrien how happy Nooroo was to see him. It also made Adrien feel slightly ill because it prompted him to contemplate what Nooroo’s life had been like with Papillon.

“Is your lover still asleep?” Nooroo inquired conversationally.

Plagg choked on his cheese, hissing, “He’s too young to have a lover. Use ‘boyfriend’.”

Adrien smiled sheepishly. “Yes, he’s still sleeping. We were up late, so please try to keep it down, okay? I’ll be in the kitchen if you guys need anything.” He held out the fruit cup for Nooroo.

The little butterfly teared up at the treat, used to only being fed when strictly necessary. “Thank you, Adrien-bocchama.”

Adrien smiled and gave Nooroo an extra scritch on the top of the head. “You’re very welcome, Nooroo. Be sure you both thank Luka for keeping the fridge stocked later, okay? Be good guests.”

Plagg and Nooroo nodded docilely in tandem.

“You make him very happy, Adrien-bocchama,” Nooroo remarked, catching Adrien by surprise.

Adrien blinked at his kwami, trying to process the words. “I…do?”

Nooroo smiled widely. “His aura does a lovely thing when he sees you. Surely you felt it last night?”

“I…uh…wasn’t paying attention,” Adrien chuckled sheepishly. “I was kind of caught up in what I was feeling and wasn’t trying to read his emotions last night. Beside, you know he doesn’t like it when I do that.”

Nooroo pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Yes, but…pay attention sometime. Being able to sense what you mean to him might help with your insecurities. Monsieur Couffaine truly treasures you, Adrien-bocchama. His love for you is such a joy to experience.”

“O-Oh.” Adrien’s mind couldn’t formulate a proper response in the face of this information.

And then Nooroo added, “You should see your aura around him too. So lovely.”

With a vibrantly blush, Adrien whispered an almost incoherent word of parting to his kwamis and stealthily headed for the kitchen.

As he fled, he swiped Luka’s nightshirt off the floor and slipped it on, not wanting to cause a scandal by walking around the houseboat topless.

His head began to clear as he poked around the kitchen, getting out some fresh fruit, washing it, and cutting it up to toss in a bowl to share. He grabbed the loaf of bread from the breadbox and cut off some slices, setting them aside on a plate as he waited for the skillet to warm up.

The plan was to cook the eggs first and put them under a cover to keep them warm while he used the same pan to cook bacon. That way, the eggs wouldn’t taste like bacon, but he’d keep from dirtying more dishes than necessary.

He was staring down at the thin coating of oil in the skillet, waiting for signs of heat when Rose bounded into the kitchen, coming up behind him to catch him in a crushing hug.

“Adrien!” she sang in a lovely, playful arpeggio.

“Rose!” he laughed, turning around in her hold to return the embrace.

She looked up at him, grinning toothily, eyes sparkling with joy. “Every time I see you in this kitchen again, it makes me so happy,” she chuckled.

“Yeah?” Adrien hummed curiously.

“Yeah,” she insisted, pulling back to lean up against the counter by the sink. “You’ve been missed aboard the Liberty. These past few months…having you back…” Her smile positively glittered. “It’s good to have you, Adrien.”

Adrien grimaced, turning back to the pan to crack the eggs and scramble the yolks. “That means a lot to me that you think so, Rose, but I’m pretty sure only half the inhabitants of the Liberty are happy to have me back. The Capitaine goes back and forth between excited and nervous, and Juleka…well, you’d know better than I would, but I’m pretty sure I’m on her black list.”

Rose winced. “It’s not like that.”

“It feels like that,” Adrien muttered, moving the eggs around in the pan to prevent sticking and encourage solidification. “Every time she sees me here, it’s like, ‘Oh. Who brought this piece of garbage into the house?’, and every time I spend the night, the look she gives me… She’s mad at me. She doesn’t want me here, and it makes me really sad because we used to be friends…. I really miss how she used to tease me mercilessly like I was one of the family.”

Rose bit her lip, chewing as she fished for the right words. “At least…Luka and I are happy to have you. And the Capitaine is too. She can see you make Luka happy. She’s just…she likes Marinette too, and she feels kind of weird toward you what with…you know. Knowing about things between you and Luka and not telling Marinette. It’s not you personally. The Capitaine loves you personally. It’s the situation that has her acting funny.”

“Oh,” Adrien replied thickly, fumbling a bit as he transferred the eggs from the pan to a plate and put a cover over them. His face felt like it was burning. “I hadn’t thought of that…. I guess…I mean…I mean, I am the quote, unquote ‘other woman’, but I hadn’t thought the Capitaine would…I don’t know…have a moral objection to me?” Adrien looked back over his shoulder at Rose. “Does she think I’m a slut?”

“What? No!” Rose waved her hands emphatically. “No, no. No. It’s not like that. She doesn’t care about that in general. It’s just because it’s Marinette specifically being cheated on, and she likes Marinette. The Capitaine is all about free love. I mean…” Rose rolled her eyes. “Look at Juleka and Luka. They clearly have different fathers, and their fathers probably aren’t even the man the Capitaine was living with who they refer to as their ‘father’. The Capitaine isn’t bothered that you’re Luka’s lover. She’s just concerned about Marinette.”

Adrien nodded slowly as he turned his attention back to breakfast, opening the package of bacon and scrunching up his nose as he took out a slice and laid it in the pan.

Rose frowned. “You don’t eat bacon. Why are you making bacon?”

Adrien shrugged. “The man I’m in love with eats bacon, and I’m a good lover sometimes.”

Rose gave a little squeal of delight, jumping and clapping her hands. “Oh my gosh! You admit it! You admit that you’re in love with him! Oh my gosh! I knew it! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!” she sang.

Adrien rolled his eyes and laid another strip of bacon in the pan. “Yep. Congratulations. You saw that coming.”

She lowered her voice and whispered excitedly, “What happened last night?”

Adrien continued adding slices of bacon to the pan and occasionally moving them around with a fork so that they’d cook properly. “Nothing, really.”

She gave a patented coo and bounced in place. “Did you guys have sex?”

Adrien’s posture slumped in defeat. “Rose…he has a girlfriend. He really loves her, and he wouldn’t cheat on her like that. Last night was just…snuggling and nuzzling and backrubs and talking. It was…sensual, but not sexual.”

Rose made a thoughtful noise, taking stock of the weight evident in Adrien’s words. “You sound kind of down. You wanted more?”

Adrien shook his head. “I…don’t think I can.”

She frowned in confusion. “Hm?”

Adrien’s shoulders slowly rose to meet his ears. “I think that I’m…broken. I don’t think that I’m able to want more. I tried. I tried really hard, but…I don’t know. Just… Penises are gross.”

Rose’s eyes went wide, and her mouth formed a little circle as she gasped, “Oooooh. Oh. Oh. You still don’t… You’re not… You don’t want sex.”

Adrien hung his head, mumbling, “I want to want sex. I want…whatever he wants. Whatever will make him pick me. …I want someone to pick me, but there’s always something wrong with me that makes me not worth picking.”

“Oh, Adrien, that’s not true!” Rose insisted, putting a supportive hand on his arm and squeezing lightly.

“It was that way with Marinette,” Adrien retorted bitterly. “…and Luka’s the same.” He poked savagely at the pieces of bacon.

One let out a vicious pop, causing Adrien to jump back, startled.

“Did it get you?” Rose grabbed his left hand, taking the fork and setting it aside so that she could check the hand for burns.

“Is he okay?” Juleka called, rushing from her hiding spot, through the living room, and into the kitchen to offer assistance. “Run his hand under cold water. I’ll get the first aid kit.”

“Sorry. I’m fine. Just startled,” Adrien explained through embarrassment, pulling his hand back and picking up the fork to fish the cooked pieces of bacon out of the pan and onto a plate. “Sorry. I’ll be out of your way in just a sec, Juleka.”

Juleka frowned at the back of Adrien’s head as he avoided her gaze, trying to make himself look smaller and unobtrusive. “You’re not in my way. I just came in to check on Rose. Take your time.”

“Sorry,” Adrien repeated, feeling very exposed, barefoot in his pajama bottoms and Luka’s shirt. “Thank you.”

Juleka chewed on her lip as she watched Adrien finish with the bacon and start to clean up.

Rose lightly rested her fingers on Adrien’s forearm. “I’ll use the pan for my own bacon, so don’t worry about the dishes. Go bring your man breakfast in bed. He’ll like that.”

“Thanks, Rose.” He smiled in thanks, turning to consolidate the food he’d prepared onto two plates.

Juleka frowned as she watched him, soured guilt rolling around in her stomach. She took a deep breath and bit the bullet. “Hey. Adrien.”

He froze and reluctantly looked up at her. “Y-Yeah?”

She ran a hand through her hair, sighing in frustration. “Look. I don’t hate you, okay?”

Confusion settled onto Adrien’s face first, but that was quickly replaced by a blur of surprise, horror, and shame like racecars flying by as realization set in.

“How long were you standing there?” he muttered down at the slices of bread.

Juleka looked down at her slipper-clad feet. “Nearly the beginning. I heard you and Rose from the hallway, her saying how happy she was you were back, and I was going to join you guys and say something nasty and passive aggressive, but…then it got awkward, and I couldn’t not listen. Now, I’m glad that I didn’t say anything because that would have been really mean…. I don’t hate you, Adrien. I’m still a little mad about how you just dumped Luka last time, but it’s not like I hate you or anything. I’m scared of you.”

Adrien looked up and stared at her, perplexed. “Scared? Of me?”

She nodded, hesitantly meeting his eyes as she leaned back against the counter and crossed her arms. “Yeah. You terrify me, Agreste.”

“Why?”

Rose tactfully set about preparing breakfast for the rest of the family, pretending that she was giving them space to talk and not listening in.

Juleka shook her head. “My whole life, I’ve been the weak one, you know? And my brother’s indestructible. No matter what, nothing can break him…except the people he gives his heart to…. Has he ever told you about Honoré?”

Adrien gulped and nodded.

“Honoré put him out of commission for a whole month. Total shutdown, and even after that first month, he wasn’t one hundred percent the same for a while still. I was scared. I thought the world was ending,” Juleka confessed. “But then he got over it, and a couple months later he was dating other people, and it was okay again.”

“Until me?” Adrien guessed.

Juleka held up a finger and shook it, voice trembling as she accused, “You leveled him. You took my amazing, invulnerable brother, and you obliterated him, Adrien Agreste. Not just for a month or two, but for a whole nightmarish year. Okay, the first seven or eight months were the worst of it, but it was a full year before Luka started acting like Luka again. And now you’re back and you could do that to him all over again if the whim struck you? Yeah. You f-ing terrify me, Adrien, so sorry if I haven’t welcomed you back with open arms.”

“I…can see why you wouldn’t,” Adrien mumbled, cheeks burning with shame.

“Yeah, but…maybe I’ve been a little insensitive,” Juleka sighed, dropping her arm back down to her side with a shrug. “Clearly, you’re going through some stuff, and it sounds like you really do care about him and don’t want to hurt him again. It sounds like you’re not walking away without a fight this time, so…maybe I can ease up a little. I still don’t trust you with my brother’s heart, Agreste, but…I miss being friends with you too.”

“Awwww!” Rose cooed, spinning around to clasp her hands together in glee. “Group hug time!”

“Rose,” Juleka groaned.

“No. You two finally made up, and I’m happy,” Rose pouted. “Couffaine family group hug. Right now.”

Adrien shrugged, putting covers over the plates to keep the food warm, and then turned to the girls with open arms.

“Ugh,” Juleka made a show of complaining for the sake of her image, but she too opened her arms and stepped into the group hug.

“I feel left out,” Luka whined from the hallway, crossing his arms in front of his bare chest.

The three teenagers broke apart and shone three shades of smile on him.

“Group hug is over. Come hug your fiancé,” Rose urged. “I’m sure Adrien will give you all the attention you want.”

“She’s not wrong,” Adrien chuckled, coming out from behind the counter to meet Luka halfway by the couch.

Luka’s arms snaked around Adrien’s neck as Adrien’s own encircled Luka’s waist.

“Hey, Orpheus,” Adrien whispered breathily, resting his forehead against Luka’s.

“Hey, Adrien,” Luka responded in the same dazed, longing way.

Not Perfect Fifth or Angel, but not yet back to Ariel either. A neutral name with the level of emotion and feeling determined by tone. Luka’s tone was pure love.

Luka gave Adrien’s nose a fond nuzzle and then pulled back slightly, arms still in a loose tangle about Adrien’s shoulders. “Rose called you my fiancé; when did that happen? I didn’t accidentally propose out loud last night, did I?”

Adrien giggled, giving Luka’s hip an affectionate squeeze. “No, I think the closest we got to engaged was when you told me to only ask you out if I could see marriage as an option…but your concern about accidentally saying something out loud leads me to think that the thought of a proposal was in your head.” Adrien gently tugged Luka’s hips closer.

Luka stepped in without resistance or complaint. “When I’m around you, the thought is usually in my head.”

“Awww!” Rose squealed. “Juleka, look at them. They’re precious!”

Rose’s voice seemed to snap Luka out of it.

He stepped back, breaking away to run one hand through his hair while the other covered his mouth. He let out a hissed curse. “I am a horrible boyfriend.”

“Lulu,” Rose cooed. “No.”

“Luc, you’re not,” Juleka sighed.

Luka shook his head. “I am. I’m a cheater and a liar and…God, I suck.”

“Luka,” Adrien called, coming around in front of him and carefully resting a hand on Luka’s shoulder. “Stop. Give yourself a break, okay?”

Luka frowned, visibly unsure.

“Listen to him,” Juleka suggested. “It’s not like your girlfriend is perfect either. Forgive yourself like you’re always forgiving her, and just enjoy being loved on a little, will ya? You’ve been miserable for months. Let yourself have this.”

Luka turned his confusion on Juleka. “You think?”

She nodded.

Luka snorted. “You, the person who’s been like, ‘don’t cheat on Marinette or I’m gonna tell on you’ for the past four months?”

Juleka shrugged. “That was at first because she’s my friend and I thought you two were going to be happy together once she worked through some stuff, but…she has literally been torturing you, so my loyalties are sort of shifting…. My main concern is your happiness, Luc. Okay? So if taking a blonde supermodel back to your bed and making out with him for the rest of the day makes you happy, I’m not gonna say anything.” Juleka put her hands up in surrender and then turned to wrap her arms around Rose from behind.

“Good speech,” Rose giggled, tipping her head to kiss Juleka’s jaw. “I’m proud of you.”

Juleka gave a happy little mumble as she nuzzled Rose’s hair.

Adrien looked to Luka, waiting for a sign either to back away or come closer.

Luka studied Adrien’s face, chewing at his bottom lip as he struggled with his thoughts.

Adrien smiled reassuringly. “Whatever you decide is fine. I came here for you. I wanted to make you feel better. If I’m not doing that…”

Luka closed the distance between them, reaching out to ghost a caress against the back of Adrien’s hand. “You are. You do,” he assured. “I…give up.” He took Adrien’s hand in his. “For today. No kissing, but…”

“Just flirting?” Adrien completed with an ironic chuckle.

Luka nodded, squeezing Adrien’s hand.

Adrien squeezed back. “Okay. We should get back to bed. I made you breakfast, intending to bring it to you in bed, and it’s probably getting cold by now.” He tugged Luka towards the kitchen to retrieve the plates.

“You made me breakfast?” Luka blinked rapidly in a daze.

Adrien shrugged. “I thought it would be romantic. You know. Standard ‘morning after’ procedure.”

Luka laughed, shaking his head. “It is romantic. No one’s made me breakfast the morning after I’ve actually had sex with them before.”

Adrien hummed happily in triumph. “Well, it sounds like I’m beating out the rest of your lovers already.”

“Yes, you definitely are.” Luka couldn’t hold back the giant grin on his face. “Except…none of my previous lovers ever stole my clothes.” He tugged on the shirt Adrien had swiped.

Adrien gave a snort as he handed Luka one of the plates. “This is standard morning after protocol. In every manga I’ve ever read, the morning after the girlfriend always puts on her boyfriend’s shirt. It’s totally a thing. It’s sexy. Like, you’re supposed to look at me wearing your shirt and get all turned on thinking, ‘Yeah, that’s mine’.”

“…I could get behind that,” Luka decided, definitely seeing the appeal. “Please feel free to continue stealing my clothes.”

“I will,” Adrien assured but then paused mid-step. “Not that I’m the girl in this relationship. Because I’m not, so I don’t want you to treat me like the girl.” Adrien frowned when he noticed that Rose, Juleka, and Luka were all looking at him with mixed expressions of amused pity.

“What?” He studied each of his friends’ faces in turn. “Isn’t that how this works? One of us has to be ‘the girl’?”

“Luka, educate your boyfriend properly,” Juleka sighed, resting her chin on Rose’s head.

“Be nice,” Rose chided, tugging playfully on Juleka’s hair. “He doesn’t know any better.”

“It’s not his fault he’s been raised in a heteronormative society,” Luka added, leaning in and giving Adrien’s forehead a kiss. “P5, that’s all TV stereotyping made up by straight people. Okay, yeah. In some relationships, there’s ‘the girl’ and ‘the guy’ where the couple operates according to traditional, stereotypic gender roles, but in most real-life relationships, people are just people. It’s like that in het relationships too nowadays. You’re you, and I’m me, and if it ever comes to it, we’ll sit down and talk about who makes dinner and who does the laundry and whose turn it is to go feed the baby or take out the trash. Relationships are organic partnerships, not scripted roles that you act out.”

“O-Oh,” Adrien replied distractedly, mind wondering back to the question of how many kids Luka and Adrien had in this lovely little future fantasy Luka had constructed for them. Adrien wanted to know their names and what they looked like. Adrien wanted to know what kind of house they had and whether they had any pets. Adrien wanted to know so that he could daydream about them too.

“Come on.” Luka grinned, pulling Adrien gently back towards the bedroom. “I’m tired of sharing you with Juleka and Rose. Let’s go have a romantic breakfast in bed, and then I want to play you this new song I just thought up inspired by you wearing my clothes.”

Adrien burst out laughing and happily followed where led.

Rose beamed as she watched them go. “They’re going to get married and make beautiful babies together.”

Juleka snickered, giving the side of Rose’s neck a kiss. “How can you say that with such certainty in the face of what a mess they are?”

“I can just tell,” Rose sighed, going back to the stove. “They’re hopelessly in love. They’ll work it out.”

“I hope you’re right,” Juleka muttered, going to the fridge to get out milk and more eggs. “I’m just dreading the day that this blows up in Luka’s face.”

Rose placed a hand on her girlfriend’s arm and smiled up at Juleka serenely. “It’s not going to. Adrien would move heaven and earth to make Luka happy. It might not be pretty for a while while they get things sorted out, but it’s not going to be like last time, Juju.”

Juleka rested her hand on top of Rose’s, interlacing their fingers. “God, I hope you’re right.”

[rominatrix]

Ask meme thing

The rules are: * post the rules * answer the questions given to you by the tagger * write eleven questions of your own * tag eleven people

Thanks for tagging me Sandy ♥ @yorkiepug

1. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would be?  Po-ta-toes  !! Sorry cheese :(

 2. Since we’re talking about food, you’re on death row and it’s your last meal. What do you order?  So much drama!! I’m not very fancy with food so maybe some roasted veg with a grated chicken schnitzel (which is weird saying in english, we call it milanesa de pollo) and ICE CREAM. 

3. Perfect vacation? 2017 London. I fullfilled too many dreams and now i want more hah. But it would be nicer if i could go with someone. It would have been awesome if i went with my family. 

4. If you could fix one mistake from your past, what would it be?  Talking more to my dad, get to know other things about him, tell him that I love him much more times and be less angry about his illness that eventually took him away from me.

5. You have to pick a movie universe to live in, which? Why? Difficult question! Probably Middle earth. I mean despite ogres and orcs and Sauron it looks like a cool place. Of course I’d be a hobbit. 

 6. Do you prefer pancakes, waffles or french toast?  Those are not really “typical” in my country. I’ve tried making french toast but idk if that’s the correct taste they should have. I’d go with pancakes. I'm an excellent pancake flipper.

 7. Would you rather be able to breath underwater, fly or be invisible?  FLY.

 8. Favorite time of day? Evenings. 

9. What’s the most ridiculous kids name you’ve ever heard? (I heard a mother call her child Gentry in Target the other day) Wow. I really don't spend so much time around kids and I generally forget everything people tell me about kids so I couldn't say but I do remember thinking wtf man to ppl telling me their kids name but i deleted it.

10. You can meet one celebrity, who? (yes they have to currently be alive) Oh boy. I've only ever met one and that was Martin last year and I could go on meeting him forever hahaha. Literally he just ticks all my boxes. If it has to be someone else, then i'd die to go dancing with Idris Elba. In fact I had a dream that we went dancing. If it's a woman, then Jessica Chastain cause i love her.

11. First selfish thing you’d buy if you won the lottery? A house somewhere in England.

My questions for the people i’m tagging are:

1. What’s your biggest fandom pet peeve? 2. What’s the worst thing that happened to you in any fandoms you’ve been involved with? 3. Do you think there was ever a turning point in your life? If so, what is? 4. Besides opening your eyes, what’s the next thing you do when you wake up? 5. tumblr dot com, something you can’t stop using, or somewhere you actually have fun? 6. A movie or tv most people like but you don’t. Not for a specific reason just ugh you know? 7. Something that you do but you wish you could stop doing. 8. Eating during a movie at a cinema. Yes or no? If yes, what? If no, express yourself. 9. You are walking and someone is walking almost next to you and kind of wants to walk past you. Do you engage in a passive aggressive little fight to go first?  10. Have you ever texted/messaged the wrong person something embarrassing? 11. Do you have photos of Martin Freeman on your phone? *eye emoji* how many? jk. haha. Just do you have photos of some actor/musician/character on your phone that if someone would look at it you’d have to go... yeah, that’s a thing, so what!!! and fight them?  Idk how many ppl i tagged, but here they are, anyone can answer also:

@billpottz​ @watsonsdick​ @fuckyeahshockblanket​ @unwinthehart​ @darcyfirth​ @violincameos​ @love-in-mind-palace​ @darkfuckwatson​ @onemoremiracle14​ @swissmissing @cdlafere​ @blueink3​ @notasinglesoul1​

[theycalledmecrazy]

It's strange to say, but I'm one of the last people to shop in the wee hours of the morning at a Walmart. I finished my shopping and approached the cash register right around midnight. The cashier had just clocked in and had just been told that was her last night working the late shift as a cashier. Starting tomorrow, all the Walmarts across the nation will close at 11 PM. Third shifters like my cashier will be in charge of cleaning and sanitizing a store and assisting in restocking for the next day.

It's a strange thing to think about. Our lives are so convenience based. Anytime day or night, if you need something, there was probably a store within a reasonable driving distance that you could go to and find what you need, barring any specialty necessities. 

I wonder to myself if this move won't be slightly counterproductive to containing the virus. As it stands now, shoppers are spread out in the major big box stores over a 24-hour period. Now, with many stores taking 8 or so hours off in the middle of the night, shoppers will only be able to access the store within a 16 to 17 hour timeframe, naturally leading to a higher concentration of people during those times.

It's been a week of interesting firsts. Just the other day, Mike Dewine, governor of Ohio made the announcement that Ohio schools would be closed for 3 weeks. For the first time in history, every Disney park on Earth is closed at the same time. And for the first time in my knowledge, my job has authorized people who don't normally work from home to do so.  

I digress from my point. First, I suppose some backstory will be due. This is being written on the Ides of March in the year 2020. I am in Columbus, Ohio, United States. I am 37 years old. The country, state, and city have all declared states of emergency in the wake of the spread of the Covid-19 virus pandemic. As I dictate this to my phone, I'm driving home from Sidney Ohio, having just completed a route delivering medicine to nursing homes. I work two jobs.

I began researching this disease and the spread of it well before it hit American shores. I've been watching the John Hopkins 'heat map' since the second week of January, a time when the only mention of coronavirus you heard was your coworker telling a joke involving it going best with lyme disease. I've learned about its capability of spread in an urban populace, and I watched the drone footage of the "ghost city" of Wuhan several weeks ago, long before it went viral (ha!) via Facebook. A booming urban metropolis reduced to how London looked in 28 Days Later. I learned about the term 'Community Spread' before it was ever uttered on American live feeds. My productivity at work, my attention to friends, my normal functioning bottomed out as I became hyperfocused on the menace that I begged the universe in vain to keep overseas. I should have known, and should have been preparing. But, as humans are prone to be, I was a product of my environment. That culture of convenience and procrastination. But now there's no more convenience and no more procrastination.

I now know that things are going to get worse. These kind of rushes on product like we've been seeing is just the beginning. We are going to face days of true scarcity. I fear that even with my recent stockpiling, that my "preparedness" has come too late. I remember my father teaching me how to stockpile and prep for days when there would be scarcity, and I've failed to do so effectively. Over the last week or so, I've done my best with the small amount of resources I have. As things stand now, my shelves are stocked. I know how to ration in emergency situations, and although it will suck, I know that I can ration much smaller amounts because I have a lot of fat on my body that my body will live off of for extended periods of time. I always joked that being overweight was just a surplus Y2K survival kit. Turns out, that's truer than I'd like it to be. I thought keto was my path to losing weight. Turns out the coming days will be much more effective. 

The scenarios that we had always gone over in are prepping drills involved an attack on the United States or some uprising within. All that boogaloo horseshit you hear, or heard. Ways to make sure that your food was secure from people that might be looking for it. Making sure that you had weapons to defend yourself and those in your care. Safeguards against basic things like frostbite or heat exhaustion. Basic first aid. Foraging. Boy Scout shit. The drills never included anything like Covid-19. At first we were told that the illness was little worse than a common cold, just a little easier to spread the people. Now, we are getting reports that it creates a fibrosis in the lungs, and even if you recover from your bout of the illness, you can be left with up to 20% reduced lung capacity. People in Hong Kong are now reporting that healthy adults that have recovered from the disease now get winded by a brisk walk. In Japan, a recovered patient has tested positive for the disease again, making the medical community wonder about the antibodies that the bodies of recovered SHOULD be producing. Dad and I never prepared for anything like that. I think the best hope in the situation that we prepared for would be that any human we come in contact with will have also been similarly reduced in  capacity, since this disease looks to be one that will spread to a majority of the populace. I'm glad that part of preparedness is adaptability, but I'm still sitting here rambling.  

I've tried to focus on purpose in the last several days. I keep telling myself that it's important to stay positive and to still do the things that I love doing. Indeed, I still play cards with my roommate and my gaming group of friends, all aware that we may wind up having to quarantine once 'things get bad'. I watch people that I love still doing the things that they love, seemingly unaware of the world that's collapsing around us. What I like to go see a movie? Would I like to go to the mall? Would I like to go see a show in a theater? Absolutely. But while many do not notice, we don't live in that world anymore. Well, some still do. They'll live in that world until the very last moment they can - which is why I had to live in this new one so soon. Even now, when it's becoming apparent that the world as we knew it is over, social media is alight with blissful ignorance and vapid resistance to the world we find ourselves in. 

When the first cases were reported in the state, it was on a day I found myself financially unstable. I couldn't have prepared for anything that day if I'd wanted to - I had victoriously paid off two large pieces of debt and was done with an 'only has money' week until next payday, and even the next paycheck had obligations. Instead of writing a plan, I wrote letters to my loved ones with advice for the upcoming hard times, and an apology for leaving them(before you all sound the alarm, that's not what this is, and that feeling has long since passed). Reading the letters to myself, I realized the cowardice behind the words, and despised myself for a few days after deleting them. Though, admittedly, even now as I watch the heat map and watch the numbers rolling in, I somewhat long for cowardice, but steel myself and square my shoulders for the task ahead. 

Now this.

Some friends have asked me to promise to get their loved ones to them if I'm closer to them than they are, or even to keep them with me and keep them safe. For all my misanthropy, I guess people still see me as some kind of fringe guardian in many respects. I suppose it's because they know I'd die before letting someone I care about die. I wonder if it makes me exploitable, or if maybe that's just my purpose. It makes a lot of things make a lot of sense. Sometimes in the horror movie of life, you're the one that distracts the monster so the others can get away. I have no illusions of being the hero, but I won't turn down the opportunity if it happens. Ugh, this paragraph was self serving as hell, but I'm not deleting anything at this point. Watch me ramble. Maybe there's something valuable in it. 

That time is a bit off, but I know that I'm going to see loved ones die in this, and I know that my friends in my time that read this will think I'm being overdramatic(I'm sure some of them haven't even made it this far and have either called me or forwarded this to authorities - both unnecessary, I assure you). I know that I may not survive what's coming. So I think the best thing I can do is do what I've always done. Write. I will write and hope that my words will create a culture among those that read my words in a distant future. My goal is to make you, the reader, not make the same mistakes we made, the mistakes I made, the mistakes anyone made. I won't have an editor, most likely, so forgive my rambled mess of a memoir. Maybe someone in the future will edit and make sense of it all. 

I hope that this is all just me ranting and raving about something absurd and in the future this will embarrass me and we'll all laugh about it. If you're in the future and reading this, however, that means that scenario isn't what happened. I hope things are better for you. I hope that I'm talked about with good words. I hope some of my loved ones are the ones who saved these words and shared them with the world. It would be really great if it was me, but I'd probably edit out this whole paragraph, so probably not. That's ok. Either way, it's now 2:30am and I must unload groceries and get them shelved. Tomorrow is another day, and I'm going to play some video games while I can like the old millennial I am to escape for a couple hours before my nerves finally let me sleep. See? Rambling run-on sentences. You'd never guess I was an English major. Ms. Somers would be so disappointed (lol). I told my friends in February that we'd be ordered to stay at home soon. They called me crazy.

I didn't realize until just this moment that if anyone ever reads this aside from those I send it to in order to preserve it, I'll essentially have been writing my own eulogy. That's fine. I'll take that.

I decided to create this Tumblr on March 30, 2020. In the two weeks since writing this prologue, things have progressively gotten worse. I will write more tomorrow.

[kimmysfandomblog]

aaaa oumeno for the ship thing? i know you only enjoy their aesthetic so you can refuse it but---

Hiya Anon! It’s no big deal! Even if it is just for the aesthetic, that still means I kinda like it! I maybe should have addressed exactly what I meant? I didn’t go into it because I feel like I ranted too much on that post. You can skip if you like! I’ll just put it under a cut after I do the meme! Also, I’m surprised someone did read my shipping post ^^; a part of me is embarrassed, but another part of me is very happy someone took the time to read it all the way to the end! So thank you very much :)

Now, back to the actual ask meme, I had fun with this! I think it’s most interesting since, unlike with Toko/maru, Son/dam, and Koma/Hina, this one is impossible in canon, because death seems to be permanent in NDRV3, so canonically, this ship is sunk :( That means this Oumeno is in a sort of AU, maybe even one where they never met the rest of the class!

From here: https://kimmysfandomblog.tumblr.com/post/167497972565/send-me-a-ship-and-ill-tell-you

Who said “I love you” first: That would be Kokichi! But he’d say it in such a way that Himiko would never know whether or not he’s lying (and he fully knows he’s confusing her). Himiko would actually be very flattered someone said this to her (initiate the blushing), and I imagine him saying this at a time where she’s actually really mad at him. In other words, it’s a complete mess, and she comes to the conclusion he has to be lying. Was Kokichi being genuine when he first said “I love you?” Who knows. Maybe even Kokichi wouldn’t know.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: I’d say Kokichi would, and he’d constantly tease her about it. I think he’d have taken a photo of her sleeping and drooling all over the table, and generally not looking her best. She’d constantly try to find ways to grab his phone and delete it, either hopping up and down as he waves it high, or trying to be sneaky and ambush him, even trying to give him a hug to get it. Kokichi’s too fast and spots her lies too easily. He’s actually really proud of that photo, and he did find her really cute in it. Besides, he wouldn’t show his phone to anyone no matter how much he boasts that he did.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Kokichi would, but it’d be really embarrassing. Maybe something like comparing their heights, or saying “Nishishishi~, I took all the hot water!” or being overly sweet to the point it’s not certain he meant every word. I can also imagine him, for one week, doing a “Dear Diary” with the mirror complaining about something Himiko did that day.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: I think Himiko would. Kokichi seems to be the type that would buy something that would start off looking like a cheesy gift, but it turns into a prank, only to be revealed the gift was hidden and whatever gift there was was actually something really sweet and personal. For Himiko, I think she’d do the cheesy gifts, but it would be presented through her magic. Although, for Kokichi, it may involve him getting “accidentally” splashed by water, or she pretends to have “failed because she didn’t have enough mana” and he gets the “bad” present.

Who initiated the first kiss: Kokichi would, and it would be at such a random moment that it stuns her. Still, this would be her first kiss, and I doubt Kokichi would do something that mean for a prank (especially since Himiko is definitely the type to want to cherish her first kiss, given how much she loves those romantic dramas), so I think this would be after they had established a romantic relationship. In that case, he’d probably peck her on the lips, move back, and start to giggle at her stunned expression. Maybe she’d start to get mad and demand to ask why he’d do that all of a sudden. He’d probably say something that proclaims his love way too enthusiastically. This causes her to blush again, demanding he stop teasing her. I think, though, she’d believe he actually did kiss her because he liked her at this point. I mean, if she’d accepted dating him, she must know he genuinely likes her and isn’t the type to string someone along for a prank.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Kokichi, because 1) he’d be the first to wake up, definitely and 2) it’s funny how she reacts. He won’t do it that often, so every time, she’d jolt awake when she realizes he’s that close to her face. He’d pretend to cry that she wasn’t happy to wake up to him, and she’d say something like of course she wasn’t happy. Who’d be happy to wake up to him so close to their face??? Still, the romantic part of her screams in joy.

Who starts tickle fights: There’s no question that Kokichi would do this. Whether it was to wake her up, or distract her before he does something sweet or even more mischievous, he’d start tickling her and she’d be unable to get back at him immediately. However, with her magic, she can surely find ways for “accidents” to happen to him, as “karma.”

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Probably Kokichi again, but I’m gonna have to say he never means it and she finds it too embarrassing even if they are in a relationship. If they were to get married, then maybe? I dunno, it’s hard to see it being anything sexual though haha.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Both would probably! Kokichi wouldn’t be as much of a surprise, maybe. He’d possibly come and get her lunch, or drop off cookies, and something in the lunch, or in one of the cookies, is tampered with (sugar and salt switched, adding of hot sauce, etc.). He wouldn’t do this on an important day, though, nor that often. If she was nervous about a show, he’d possibly talk to her and tease her to take her mind off, and then bring her back to topic seriously talking about it with her and help her realize she’s got this. As for Himiko, she’d have to go through DICE (who have to recognize her and she’s basically an honorary member at this point) and she’d maybe drop off some of the extra baking goods she’d made with her friends. He’d gush at her bringing him something so sweetly, she’d ignore it (totally used to it by now), but he’d make sure to tell her he appreciates it. He’d try to persuade her to join DICE officially and just stay with him, but she’s happy playing magic tricks instead of pranks.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Absolutely Himiko. She’s still not sure Kokichi wasn’t going to prank her, and I’m going to bet her friends did not approve at all, but she gives it a try anyways because she thought she saw something she hadn’t noticed in Kokichi before. I’d even say he may have helped her release her suppressed emotions and made her feel much better about herself, and all of this, while he teased her a little, was mostly something he clearly took seriously. She’s also never been on a date before, and is clearly a romantic at heart, so she’s more than a little nervous and shy. Kokichi’s dates, however, are so unorthodox, she forgets they even are on a date. They both end up having fun (maybe too much fun since I imagine he roped her into some petty crimes).

Who kills/takes out the spiders: If they know Gonta, neither of them kill the spider, in the event that Gonta finds out about it ^^; Even then, both of them hate bugs (Himiko to the point she even passes out), so I’m pretty sure they’d basically just run out of the room that has the bug and pretend that room doesn’t exist. Maybe they’d call Gonta to help take the spider out.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Himiko is a sleepy drunk, so she’d just knock out. She might be coerced into telling the truth, but she’d more mumble it than anything (Imagine Kokichi taking advantage of that and using his phone to record her answering his questions about how much she loves him… I bet it’s both funny and cute). Kokichi would be the type to pretend he’s drunk rather than actually allow himself to be that unguarded to actually be drunk, and if Himiko is in the room, he’d be sure to embarrass her with praise and affection.

People on the app/who want to avoid spoilers, this last part is gonna have some spoilers! Not that detailed, per se, but spoilers! So I put it under the cut! This is basically just what my take on Oumeno is, but as a tldr, I don’t see it happening in canon at all, but in an AU? I like it!

I am adding this link in hopes I don’t disturb people who are searching for shippy oumeno stuff!

Actually, before playing the game, I thought of how their personalities would be super cute together, and even in game, it’s not like I hated it… There were a few moments that I can think of as “Oumeno” moments where Kokichi teases Himiko, and she seems to like the idea of someone liking her or complimenting her as long as it isn’t so enthusiastic, it comes off as creepy. I’d say that’s more to do with her love of romantic dramas than of any feelings she has for Kokichi.

As for Kokichi, well, I’m pretty sure even if he did like Himiko, he clearly liked Shuichi more by the time he canonically says anything to her of substance. I do think he may have been fond of her, though, even if it wasn’t romantic. Anything he’s ever said was more for her benefit (even when accusing her of murder, I think he knew neither murder could have possibly been done by her and was clearing her of suspicion), and he’d never bullied Himiko like he did with Kiibo or Miu.

It’s something of a headcanon of mine that he hates lying, but a specific type: one that is actually negatively affecting people (Kiibo’s lies prevented him from reaching his potential and getting out of the killing game faster, and Miu’s lies just made it harder to get her to do anything, and were usually pretty obnoxious and hurtful (in his opinion)). Himiko’s lie is that she thinks she doesn’t care, when actually she cares a lot. That hurts her more than it hurts others, so when he did lie, it was to try to get a reaction out of her. If that makes sense ^^ He even is the one to get her to cry finally at the end of Chapter 3. I think, maybe, one of the members of DICE may have been similar to Himiko, having shut down their personality and not letting their emotions free, but he helped them free their emotions by having them join DICE and play pranks. Just a headcanon again ^^ But back to the topic: in terms of canon relationships/”canon AUs,” I’m a little bit too committed to the Oum/ami ship to fully ship Kokichi with anyone else.

But, taken out of the killing game, and if Kokichi was not gay/you take the headcanon he was only heavily leaning towards men, I think it would be rather cute! Himiko is a master of magical tricks and illusion, and Kokichi is a prankster, so it’s not like they are that far apart in comparison. I can see him realizing her suppressed emotions hurting her, so he teases her to get a reaction out of her and eventually helps her overcome it. She’s somewhat gullible, but a bit of a spitfire, too. I think Kokichi actually likes seeing her reactions to his lies, because in the end, she distracts herself from her problems, and then once she’s calmed down, she’s much happier and more confident. So, I do like them, just out of a canon context.

And of course, they just look really good together, aesthetically :P But yeah, all-in-all, it’s a cute ship that I don’t dislike, but I don’t necessarily fully ship.

[prompt-master]

Faker

[santiagostyle]

hi this is me sending u every single emoji from the ask meme bc im too lazy to type out just the ones i want to ask

dammit jo why u gotta do this to me (jk I’m excited) (also I deleted some questions bc I’m stupid and idk what half of them mean or how to answer them COOL)

Send me emojis!

(hella long post sorry in advance)

☝ - How tall are you?

5′6″ I’m pretty sure

✔ - Sexual Orientation

Lmao good question

🚬 - Do you Smoke?

I mean ??? No but I’ve tried it does that count

🍷 - Do you Drink?

On occasion yes

♒ - Do you Take Drugs?

Negative

😳 - Age you get mistaken for?

TBH either 15 or 25 there is no in between

💉 - Have Tattoos?

Nope

✏️ - Want any tattoos?

Maybe?? Most likely a Florence lyric (”I’m gonna be free and I’m gonna be fine”) but I have no idea where I would get it

✂️ - Got any Piercings?

I have three piercings in each earlobe

✌ - Want any piercings?

Maybe a cartilage piercing or something idk

👌 - Best friend?

I have several and their names are Sandra, Temiqua, Macy, Layne, Megan, and there’s more ok I’m stressed I can’t list them all I’ll be here all day

♥ - Do you like anyone?

Unfortunately yes I think so but I’m pretty sure I’m getting over it

🎤 - Top 5 favorite bands?

Florence + The Machine, The Fray, Daughter, Prince (and the Revolution/and the N.P.G), The Cranberries

Special mention to: Marina & The Diamonds, Lana Del Rey (I know she’s a singer not a band but I love her don’t @ me)

🎶 - Top 5 favorite songs?

Sucker - Peaches

Salvation - The Cranberries

Lying - Amy Meredith

Caught - Florence + The Machine

America - XYLØ

Special mention to: 

Raspberry Beret - Prince (for sentimental reasons)

Shut Up and Dance - Walk The Moon (also sentimental reasons)

Wake Me Up - Avicii (you guessed it)

Regular Touch - Vera Blue

Little Numbers - BOY

😒 - Biggest pet peeve?

People who take advantage of the fact that you love them

📝 - Story from your childhood.

I don’t really have any interesting stories from my childhood but I have one super embarrassing one… when I was little I used to get really really bad migraines pretty often and one time when I was in 1st grade I got super sick super fast and I went outside to get a drink of water and I ended up throwing up on (in? idk) somebody’s backpack and wow it was horrible and I don’t know why I’m sharing this 

💬 - I wish…

I wish I didn’t get distracted/frustrated so easily bc I have so many ideas and I don’t have the focus or patience to follow through with a lot of them

‼️ - Something you’ll change?

I mean hopefully I’ll stop procrastinating at some point but that’s unlikely

💦 - What makes you horny?

JFC going to church and hearing the word of the Lord!!!!! anyway this is an inaPPROPRIATE QUESTION (I’m kidding there’s a similar question further down I might be more serious there)

🌟 - A wish you’ll wish for?

Well if I put it here it won’t come true now will it

🔥 - Something spicy you like?

I like green curry from the Chinese restaurant my family always orders from

👃 You hate the smell of ….

Fish ugh

👊 - Something you hate?

Discrimination in any way shape or form ugh

🚶 - Are you single?

Yes

💭 - Favorite foods?

I really love Nutella and burritos (not together)

☀ - Story about your day.

I had an 8:30am lecture so that was fun (sarcasm, people) and then a seminar right afterwards, then grabbed lunch with some pals from uni then came home and read fan fiction tbh my life is wild 

💘 - Top 5 celebrity crushes?

Melissa Fumero, Stephanie Beatriz, Andy Samberg, Robert Downey Jr, James Marsters circa 1999-2000

Special mention to: Ian Harding, Jude Law, Camilla Belle, Eliza Dushku, Keira Knightley, Karla Souza, Katie McGrath, Sarah Michelle Gellar circa 2001 jfc I love a lot of people

🎥 - Top 5 favorite movies?

Celeste & Jesse Forever: this movie ruined my life but I love it so much and also refuse to watch it ever again

Last Night: I was so angry at the end of this movie my best friend had to stop me from throwing her computer across the room but GOD it’s so so good 

Cruel Intentions: look I was like 15 when I first watched this movie and I was in no way prepared and tbh I am still #shook by how much people got away with in the 90s (and also… SMG with dark hair amirite)

Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows: idk I like mystery movies and Robert Downey Jr and this is such a guilty pleasure movie I watch it all the time

The Emperor’s New Groove: I will fight anyone who thinks this is not the greatest cinematic masterpiece ever created okay I’ve loved it since I first watched it when I was like 2 years old and I still love it just as much now

Special mentions:

Stoker: I studied this movie in school and good GOD I will never understand why the Board of Studies thought it was appropriate to show Year 11 students but it’s so beautifully shot and it’s so weird and bizarre and unsettling and I love it 

The Road to El Dorado: a childhood favourite and a comedic masterpiece and I literally forced all my friends to watch it with me on my 18th birthday it was wonderful

Bridesmaids: just bloody hilarious and I remember the first time my mum and I watched it together we were literally in tears by the end of it bc we were laughing so hard

📺 - Top 5 favorite TV shows?

Brooklyn 99: (duh) I don’t even need to explain this one

Utopia: I always describe this show as “the Australian version of The Office” even though I’ve never actually watched The Office but it’s just such wonderful Australian humour and I love it

Summer Heights High: another Aussie classic and good lord it’s so politically incorrect and full of horrible jokes but it’s basically an Australian rite of passage and as such I love it

How to Get Away With Murder: I love trying to solve everything and it’s funny and thrilling and also the cast is so beautiful

Thank God You’re Here: this show isn’t on anymore but I love improv so much and I love all the people who starred on it and god it was hilarious

Special mentions:

Have You Been Paying Attention?, Jane the Virgin, Gilmore Girls

✏ - Random fact about yourself.

I skipped Kindergarten??

✈️ - Where are you from?

Sydney, Australia

🚀 - Where do you wanna visit?

Europe. Just,,, everywhere

😍 - Do you have a crush?

I think so ??? I know I used to but idk if I’m over it yet

😷 - Something you hate eating?

Tomato

🙈 - What makes you shy?

MAKING PHONE CALLS

💃 - Can you dance?

I’m a dancer so I certainly hope so

💏 - Do you love anyone?

I love a lot of people but not romantically if that’s what this question means

👟 - Favorite shoe(s) to wear?

Idk I have this one pair of boots I wear pretty much every day

🌴 - A island you would visit?

I really want to go to Cuba

🌎 - A country you would visit?

Spain

🌀 - Favorite type of weather?

Thunderstorms, if I’m inside

🔮 - Do you believe in luck?

Yes

📱 - What kinda phone do you have?

iPhone SE

📅 - Favorite time of the year?

Christmas

📚 - Career goal you want?

Anything in the arts - acting, taking photos, writing, cinematography, dancing, producing, directing, stage handing, screenwriting, literally anything I’ll take it

🍭 - Favorite Candy?

TBH I love lollipops, specifically Chupa Chups 

(story time: one of my Year 12 teachers made a habit of bringing a whole packet of Chupa Chups to class every lesson because our class just would not shut up otherwise)

🍇 - Favorite fruits?

Strawberries, peaches, blackberries

🚘 - Dream car(s)?

I don’t really have one but I used to really want a Mercedes

🚔 - Have you ever been arrested?

Negative

🚑 - Have you ever driven in an ambulance before?

No but I’ve had to call one

🎫 - Do you have a license?

I have my learner’s but can’t drive by myself yet lol I’m working on it

🚼 - Do you have or want kids?

I don’t have any and I don’t know if I want any

🔞 - Are you under 18?

Negative I’m 19

🐶 - Do you own a pet?

No :( 

😔 - Something that makes you sad?

The fact that there are so many people struggling (particularly with mental illness) and feeling hopeless/like they don’t have a support system

😡 - What pisses you off?

Literally just discrimination of any kind but also people who are arrogant and condescending and passive aggressive

😏 - What turns you on?

I mean idk I don’t really have a whole lot of anecdotal evidence ya know but generally I’m a pretty tactile person so physical contact is usually a good time I guess 

😈 - Are you a freak?

Idk probably

💪 - Do you work out?

I dance and do yoga every week, does that count?

[angel-nero]

11 questions...

I was tagged by @pureren @zaevran @glaspaladin @z-ayauitl and @kcgane ty so much !!! ♥

RULES: 1. Always post the rules 2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you 3. Write 11 questions of your own 4. Tag 11 people

my questions…

1. what’s the worst piece of clothing you own?

2. what’s the coolest piece of uh fashion that is so cool you can’t even wear to go out? lol

3.- what book have you read that you feel it has been the worst?

4.- What’s the healthiest meal you actually like?

5.- do you love keith kogane? (or vld keith lmfao what u prefer to use)

6.- something paranormal ever happened to you? if yea, what?

7.- do you get jealous easily? with who? (friends, popular ppl, talented ppl, the s/m)

8.- what’s the cutest thing you own?

9.- what are your favorite crisps?

10.- do you have a favourite drink?

11.- can you tell im hungry? what hobby you wish you liked or wish you did?

i tag: @kukinta​ @kittyr0se​ @heirith​ @liesfromsatansbuttcheeks​ @sheith-love-always​ @acequeenm​ @blessedkeith​ @lukaspatel​ @ke1th​ @ace-pidge​ @keith8​ but only if you want to!

TESSA’SS AND!! TAMI’S QUESTIONS1!!!

1.  Do you connect with people easily?

mmm, I don’t becos im a very quiet person and can be w u w/o talking at all and I get overwhelmed by convos I don’t care about also it’s kinda hard to win my trust and also interest lol. I’m nice tho, i mite not be enjoying myself but i’ll forev b nice w u.  

2. Did something good happen to you this week?

uH yeah, i’m doing things to improve my health, i did my uni exam, im frEE, i finally don’t have to go to rEliGIoUs classes aNYMORE and UH,,, i got a diet to win weight and its cool i get to eat ESQUITE LMFAO. i will see my bffs in friday and i have browney mix there i should bake but im lazy

3. What’s the personality trait that annoys you most in other people?

When people pretend to like something just 2 b friends w someone or ME, do you know we can be total dif and maybe still b friends if u cOOL. Ass kissers, hypocrisy, LIES LOL. I don’t like fake ppl at all.

4. If you could participate in any existing tv reality show, which one would you choose?

The ones where they change ur style and buy clothes for u 2 love urself and do ur hair and make up and buy u xpensive undies. I loved that crap when i was in secondary school lmao

5. What’s something you’re insecure about?

That I can’t be in one place without wanting tofuckin run, the fact that i can’t eat w ppl at all, that i have to go to the fucken gYM

6. What’s your favourite way to hang out with friends?

:’)) well,,, i go to my bff’s house or they come. If im fine then walk around my neighborhood cus it’s nice ahaha anxiety am i rite. oKAY, even if i get anxiety i like ice skating, or roller skating, i have a lot of fun. My friend want us to go to this pixies concert and im like :(( boo i love u

7. What’s your favourite fic trope?

lol idk,,,,, pining? mutual pining? no pining and they getting to know therngs im melttin sTOP idk…… it depends on whAT shIP. I just know i’ll read any fake dating of my otp. idk idk duuuude i legit don kno. It’s not a trope but i love crunchy feelings, showefjsid fksjnj its hard to talk about this im sOrry

8. What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve liked in the past?

hahahahahaha my crush

9. What do you consider to be the best period of your life?

When I was 14. I went to parties more than i go to them now lol, i drank and smokkd w who where my best friends back theN i know it’s whack. we used to go to roller skate? all the damn time and did sleepovers and everything was funny, we practically lived together and my friend that was 16 drove us to places lmao,, everything was so good. but like, dont imagine me too wild i only smokd like 5 cigs in my life and hookah and we even broke one.

10. What do you consider to be the worst period of your life?

mpghgg, when i turned 15,,, in the middle of it everythin went to shit to the actual date. But im trying to change that

11. How did you meet your best friend?

I met her,,,, 11 years ago. Look, I usually have best friends in pack. I have 3 bffs at the moment, one of them sat next to me in 2nd year of primary school. IDK how i got to actually know my absolute bff tho but we did a lot of weird shit. we also met in the same classroom and she was my bff back then. The third one was also a frind but not so much during those years. Later i changed of classrooms and shit and bonded more when I was 14 w 6 friends and those r i did crazy shit w but we got separated and stopped talkin and they invited me to the club a week before my uni exam but i was high on meds and sick af. and never replied also going to meet em again at the club makes me nervous af tbH…. I have had a lot of super close friends in my life wTf. In my new school i have also 7 friends that r super close.And we’re also a pack of bffs. I actually had a hard time to use the word bestfriend lol, not bc of me havin a lot or anythin, i was just emo i guess

BEX’S QUESTIONS YOo

1. What’s the strangest nickname you’ve ever been given?

:))))))))))))))))))))))))) gabhole, gabaloney, TETI THAT SOUNDS LIKE TITTY. now ft Aztec secret 

2. Do you like to gossip?

UMMMMMM,, i dont like to listen to another ppl judging someone, I hate it and i normally tell them to stop. it depends i guess

3. Are you afraid of the dark? um,,, no but i dont like it lol

4.Have you ever been stung by a bee?

no, but i steppeddd on one. I also was pickin a tree and till this day i dont knoW wTF it was but i had something big in my middle finger and it fucken hurt like a bitch and i had A BALL on it UGHHHHH I HATE BUGS

Bigfoot or mothman? fucking none

Do you trust anyone with your life? i mean, idk

Do you have any habits you wish you could break? yEAH, to stop tweeting my mental breakdowns is one lmao. 

Would you go ghost/alien hunting? 

both tbh, who wants to break into abandoned houses w me, i live in front of one,,, i mean not so infront but in the row of houses infront of me lmao english whO? dude rosetta stoned by tool is my aesthetic, alien stuff. bex listen to it pls

Best pickup line? (you’ve heard or used on you/you’ve used)

u r the best chair *proceeds to sit on em* keith to shiro probably

Mint or fruit gum?

I dont like gum much cos it makes me hungry or thirsty. I also drink too much soda to fuck w mint stuff :(( say that to the mints i bought lol :( i only eat halls or gum bc im nerves w ppl so they stopped bein a thing i enjoy for me lol. i do that since im like,,, uh,,, idK 15. it fuckd my stomach

What do you want to be remembered for?

I mean if I have to pick and b unrealistic, for art maybe,,, or for the thing i end up working with, like architecture or somethin. Art, def art cus i like art so much

ZURI’S QUESTIONS!!!

1.-if you had to chose one thing to eat for the rest of your life what would it be? 

I MEAN THIS QUESTION IS THE DEVIL I GET TIRED OF EVERYTHING TO THE POINT I DONT WNAN EAT ANYTHING I WILL JUST IGNORE IT SSAYS ONE AND SAY MEXICAN FOOD

2.- what are you most afraid of? Mental illnes and being ill and living 

3.- do you have a favorite place to visit?

I mean,,,, i love walking in the center? centre? of my city bc is like going to another place. Is also fucking Cuba in there. Everyone says that, my dad asked a cuban marine he met if it was true and he said it was ‘’ the fackin same’’ So its like,,, travelling in time and places. also the beach and the port.

4.- what type of weather you enjoy the most?

I need the sun, otherwise i get sad… i like cloudy w sun. I just like to go out in the afternoon tho lol so like,,, sun pls so the sky can turn pinkish

5.- do you have a rare ability like dislocating your thumb or moving your eyes really fast?

i move my tongue real real fast and also can do the cherry knot thing and uh i can like, be aberrantly stupid too. hey but dont fuk w me and bother me 4 bein stupid, i will fist fite u and i mite b stupid but i will also mite think u r stupid if i don like u so fuk off. Dam,,, i get like, bothered so easy LOL like, think u r better than me and i’ll fist fite u LMFAO WHY THO I SUK, but like, if not bothered, i think of everyone as my equal… wow this was not the question

6.- do you think it would be easier to create one universal lenguage or an accurate translator? nO… dont delete culture like that,,, an accurate translator mite come in handy u kno but like, some languages have words that don’t exist in others so like :-/

7.- is there something that soothes you no matter what? um no i wish

8.- favorite piece of clothing? boots and thights

9.- is there a song stuck in your head right now? YEAH dig down by muse i love it, every1 says it sUCLks but i can’t stop listenin to it

10.- why is your favorite animal your favorite animal? i don play favs but i love the honey badger bc of this pleas fuckin watch it and THIS

11.- morning person or late riser? Oh,, i cant wake up to save my life so late riser

SUNNY’S QUESTIONS!!!

1. do you have any plushies? a LOT but im like,,, they r in my wardrobe and i luv em but like,,, they’re all gifts,,, did u kno one of my past bffs bought me a dino for christmas?

2. have you ever walked out the cinema before? 

Yeah, i love drive’s aesthetic and Ryan gosling a lot but is SO boring so idk if my friends and I got kicked out or we prefered to get out to talk haha. 

3. if you could have a mascot what would it be and why?

A CHINCHILLA, they’re a irl pokemon and they r so cUTE

4. what would your theme song be? kool thing, sonic youth maybe or is she weird by pixies. All Over the world by pixies too lol

5. do you have any phrases or sayings you find yourself coming back to often? not really, im so bad at remembering sayings and quotes

6what’s the nearest object to your right? a book called azul by ruben dario

7. would you rather live in the big city or out in the middle of nature? 

Big city forever. I love high? buildings a lot. I dont do that well in the rural life lmao 

8. are you working on any creative projects right now (fic/art/music/photography/ect) Nope at all and das sad cus i should b doing art lmao

9. what’s your favourite movie score? idk what is score… but the soundtrack of trainspotting is one of my favs… oh but score… aghgsdhaj any tarantino movie tbh or wes anderson movie… or before I disappear or demolition oR southpaw or the girl w the dragon tattoo

10. i say vol you say….? uuhhhhh,,,,,  vol….tron??? (ICONIC, I MELT, I LVOE HIM)