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lovezbrownies · 5 months ago

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My actions. (Yandere!F!Med Student x GN!Reader.)

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Synopsis: You meet the infamous Lorelai Marlowe, your med school's sweetheart. And you hate her. Referring to this ask!

Warnings: Mean darling, reader don't gaf! stalking, slow burn obsession, gets kinda creepy at the end, reader yelling at Lorelai.

Lorelai Marlowe x GN!Reader

Lorelai Marlowe had never known true friendship. Born into a family of wealth and prestige, her life was shaped by expectations and status. The Marlowes were not just wealthy, they were a dynasty of accomplished individuals, known for their brilliance and influence. And where there was money, there were people eager to get close. Lorelai learned early that, for most, being her friend meant securing a piece of the Marlowe fortune. Relationships were transactional: "You give, I take." It left her craving something real, an honest friendship, untainted by her last name.

Her idol is her father, Mason Marlowe, a man who embodied success in its purest form. Mason Marlowe was a genius: the youngest person in the country to hold seven degrees, one bachelor’s, two medical degrees, two master’s, and two doctorates. "A bachelor's is barely worth the paper it’s printed on," Isa’s father would say with a dismissive wave of his hand. But his disdain wasn’t reserved for education alone; her father held a similar view on relationships. “You’ll never find true friendship while bearing the Marlowe name, Lorelai,” her father would warn. “People want our money, not you.” When Lorelai was younger, she fought against that idea. She believed in friendship, in the idea that people could care for her beyond the wealth she represented.

But now, after years of watching greed twist every connection, she wasn’t so sure.

Though she yearned to be as indifferent to social interaction as her father, that trait was beyond her reach, something she would never achieve. Lorelai couldn’t help herself. Even with the fakest of friends, she found herself chatting away, always looking for a spark of something real. Despite her privilege and the walls she built, Lorelai was a loving person at heart. She just needed someone to give her a small piece of love in return.

And soon, she would find that glimmer of hope in her medicine class. Lorelai excelled in every course she took, a testament to the Marlowe family’s near-genetic genius. With her eidetic memory, she never had to study as long or as hard as her peers. While others broke their backs studying, Lorelai effortlessly retained every detail. It was a fact that had always set her apart, and isolated her.

She’d never paid much attention to you before. You were just another face in the crowd, one of those students who always seemed perpetually exhausted, always overburdened with books and the stress of academia. And while Lorelai would sit through class texting or working on assignments for other courses, today would be different. Her professor had just partnered her with you, some random student she barely knew, for a project on the effects of diabetic medicine. Naturally, other groups were assigned far more exciting topics, but this? It was just her rotten luck.

Standing tall and poised, her family’s perfect genes in full display, Lorelai surveyed the classroom. She was everything her mother always said she was, tall, gorgeous, smart. Perfect. She scanned the room for you, but she had no idea what you looked like. All she could do was watch for a student who looked as lost as she felt. And then she spotted you.

You approached her slowly, the school's oversized jacket wrapped around you like a shield. Your slouched posture and the disarray of your appearance made you look even more exhausted than usual. Your backpack bulged with books, threatening to spill out at any moment, while your hair looked like it hadn’t seen a comb in days. Lorelai hesitated for a moment, worried that your messy appearance might signal laziness. But then she reassured herself: the more disheveled you looked, the harder you probably worked. You would be diligent, even if not polished.

With her signature bright smile, Lorelai greeted you as you finally stopped in front of her. She decided to speak first, her tone bubbly, eager to break the ice. “Hello! I’m Lorelai Marlowe! And you must be Y/N! Or are you? Hehe, I’m just kiddin, ”

You cut her off sharply, your voice curt and almost aggressive. “Are you going to take this project seriously, or should I do it alone?”

Lorelai froze, shocked by your bluntness. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. It was… rude. But it was also oddly intriguing, lighting a spark in her that had no business being lit. She chuckled nervously, trying to recover. “I, No! Of course, I’ll take it seriously. I’m so sorry if I made it seem like I wouldn’t! I was just trying to exchange some friendly banter.”

You narrowed your eyes, clearly skeptical. After a moment, you sighed, realizing it wasn’t worth the energy to argue. “Yeah, okay. That’s good. Let’s start by doing our research on diabetes in the library. Better start from there.”

Lorelai smiled nervously again, her eyes darting to the side as she scratched her arm, a telltale sign of her discomfort. “Actually, I-I had something planned with some of my friends after this class… But I promise I’ll still help!”

Before you could respond, she reached for a pen. “Here’s my number, Do you have a pen by, Oh! Heh, thanks!” You handed her the pen that had been stuck behind your ear for half the class, but when she tried to grab your hand to write on, you yanked it away.

“No. Here’s a sticky note. I don’t want to get ink poisoning from some girl’s phone number.”

Some girl? Did you not know who she was? Lorelai stared at you, stunned by your indifference. She wasn’t used to being dismissed like that. You shook the sticky note in front of her face, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“See you later,” she said, still flustered, “Next time you work on the project, p-please invite me.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you muttered as you turned to walk away. “As if you’d come…”

As the days passed, Lorelai found it hard to forget your strange, cold demeanor. Even some of her ‘friends’ began noticing her mind wandering during conversations. It was odd, she thought, how that brief encounter stuck with her. Normally, people came and went in her life without much impact. But you were different. You didn’t seem impressed by her, and that nagged at her, stirring a curiosity she hadn’t expected.

At first, she tried to brush it off. You were just another project partner, someone she’d never thought twice about before. But when you hadn’t texted or reached out in any way, concern started to creep in. What if she’d offended you somehow? Lorelai wasn’t used to people staying angry at her. She was used to charming her way out of any misunderstanding, but something about this situation felt different.

By Tuesday, Lorelai decided she couldn’t wait any longer. She wasn’t one to obsess over things, but this situation, you, felt unresolved. It itched at the back of her mind. She’d skipped the evening medicine class plenty of times, but tonight, she couldn’t bring herself to miss it. If only to clear the air. Maybe, once you two talked, this lingering unease would go away.

She arrived late, of course, distracted by the usual mindless chatter of her friends, but she did show up. That had to count for something.

Sliding into the seat next to you, Lorelai tried to catch your eye, but you seemed utterly absorbed in the lecture. She smiled, a soft, almost shy curve of her lips, something out of character for her. But when you didn’t even acknowledge her presence, that smile faltered.

Tentatively, she reached out, her hand lightly patting your thigh, expecting the usual warmth of recognition. But when you looked at her startled, confused, there was no warmth. Instead, there was an emotion she couldn’t quite place. Disdain? Annoyance?

“Hi! Sorry for scaring you,” she whispered quickly, eager to close the distance that seemed to have opened up between you. “I noticed you didn’t text me after Friday, so I thought I’d check in, make sure you didn’t start working alone. I’m here to help, of course.”

But instead of relief or understanding, your eyes narrowed. “I did text you,” you muttered, voice cold and firm. “Maybe you should check your messages.”

The words cut through her like ice. Had you? Impossible. She would have noticed. She always kept her phone on her, never missing a single message from anyone. She’d know if you had reached out.

Fumbling through her phone, her confidence wavered as she scrolled through countless unread texts. And there, hidden in plain sight, were your messages.

Her stomach dropped.

Saturday, xx, xxxx: Hey, it’s your project partner. I’m going to the library to research insulin for our project. If you’re coming, I can grab you coffee.

Sunday, xx, xxxx: Going to the library again to research more meds. Join if you can.

Monday, xx, xxxx: I finished the project. I included you where I could. Submitting it tonight.

For the first time in a long while, Lorelai felt truly ashamed. You’d been reaching out, offering olive branches, and she had ignored every one of them. You had every reason to be upset. As the weight of her mistake sank in, she looked up at you, her voice small and shaken. “I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t see them. I swear, I just, ”

Your sharp look cut her off, the anger in your eyes almost startling. “It doesn’t matter. I gave you the credit. Now, leave me alone.”

The coldness in your voice sent a shiver down her spine, and she fell silent. People didn’t speak to her like that. Ever. The weight of your dismissal clung to her long after the lecture ended, and as she walked home that night, her mind kept circling back to the interaction. You weren’t just mad, you had no interest in forgiving her.

Over the next few days, she found herself replaying the scene in her head. At first, it was a matter of guilt. She’d never meant to dismiss you like that, and she told herself she just wanted to apologize properly. But as the days stretched on, something shifted. You really didn’t care, did you? There was no attempt on your end to smooth things over, no effort to reconcile. You weren’t trying to get back into her good graces.

That... intrigued her.

Lorelai had never met someone who could brush her off so completely. She found herself wondering more about you, where you hung out, what your life was like outside of school. You weren’t like the others, the people who fawned over her or sought her attention. You were indifferent, and that indifference bothered her more than it should have.

Tuesday class rolled around again, and she showed up, not for the lecture, but to see if you were there. Her friends noticed the change, making offhand comments about her ‘mysterious project partner.’ Lorelai just smiled, deflecting their questions. She hadn’t told them how strange you made her feel. They wouldn’t understand. No one else ever made her question herself like you did.

This time, when she saw you seated in the hall, she hesitated. You hadn’t forgiven her, she knew that, but there was something about your anger that pulled her in. She took a seat a few rows behind, watching you for a while, studying how you scribbled notes with such focus. You hadn’t looked up once.

How could you act like she didn’t exist?

She told herself it was just curiosity. You were a puzzle to her. She’d find a way to fix this, to make you see her differently. And maybe then, everything would go back to normal.

But things didn’t go back to normal. The more you ignored her, the more she found herself thinking about you outside of class. You were unlike anyone she’d ever met. The anger, the coldness, it wasn’t something she was used to, and it fascinated her in ways she couldn’t quite explain.

Weeks passed, and Lorelai began finding excuses to cross paths with you more frequently, though she made it look casual. A wave in the hallway, a brief, fleeting glance during lectures, little things that seemed insignificant. But she was paying attention to the details. The way you carried yourself, the people you spoke to (which were few), the way you brushed off her presence like it meant nothing.

Slowly, her thoughts began to shift. What had started as guilt for a missed message turned into an obsession with understanding you. You weren’t just another person to her anymore, you were a challenge, someone she needed to figure out. Why didn’t you like her? Why didn’t you care? You weren’t cold to everyone, just to her.

The idea that someone could reject her so fully began to gnaw at her. She needed to fix it. She needed to know why.

But with every rejection, every sharp comment or dismissive glance, Lorelai’s need for your approval grew. It was subtle at first, a passing thought, a lingering glance. But over time, she found herself looking for you in places she knew you’d be, lingering longer than necessary in class just to feel that tension between you.

Each new interaction, no matter how brief, only fueled her need to understand you more. And the more she tried to fix things, the worse it got.

By the time a few months had passed, Lorelai was fully consumed by her need to be acknowledged by you. She had abandoned most of her old friendships, her focus narrowing entirely on you. Every move you made fascinated her, the way you seemed so unaffected by her presence, even as she became more desperate to understand you. It was maddening.

You had no idea how much space you were beginning to take up in her mind. And she would never admit it out loud, but she knew this wasn’t normal. No one had ever gotten under her skin like this before.

It had been months now. Months of you trying to shake her off, but Lorelai clung to you like a shadow, always there, always hovering just close enough to make her presence felt. Her apologies, once so constant, had evolved into something far more unsettling, a desperate, needy devotion that you couldn’t seem to escape.

She never left your side, always lingering just a few steps behind, waiting for any small scrap of attention. Her eyes never left you, watching, waiting, hoping for even the slightest glance. It was as if her entire world now revolved around you, her every thought consumed by how to stay close, how to keep you from drifting away.

You had tried everything to avoid her, changing your routes, ignoring her messages, even switching seats in lecture halls. But Lorelai always found you. Always managed to squeeze herself into your world, her presence pressing in on you like a weight you couldn’t shake off.

Today, it was worse. She had followed you again, walking silently behind you as you made your way to your favorite secluded spot on campus, the far east garden near the cadaver storage. You had come here hoping for some peace, but Lorelai, ever-persistent, had trailed after you like she always did.

“I missed you today,” her voice broke the silence, the tone dripping with an almost pitiful longing. “You didn’t sit in your usual spot… I thought something had happened to you.” Her words were soft, trembling slightly as though the mere idea of you being out of her reach caused her genuine distress.

You clenched your fists, the irritation boiling inside you. She never stopped. Always prying, always looking for something to cling to. “I’m fine,” you snapped, your patience fraying. “And I need to be alone.”

But Lorelai didn’t back away. If anything, she stepped closer, her eyes wide and pleading as though your words hadn’t even registered. “You don’t really mean that,” she murmured, her voice soft and fragile, like a glass about to break. “I know you’re just upset. But I can make it better. Let me help, okay?”

You stiffened, feeling her desperation like a physical force. It was suffocating. “Lorelai,” you hissed, your voice sharp, “I don’t need your help. I need space. You need to leave me alone.”

But instead of retreating, Lorelai’s eyes filled with a sudden intensity, a wild gleam of desperation sparking in them. “No, no, you don’t mean that,” she said quickly, shaking her head as if she could will your words away. “You’re just saying that because you’re stressed. You always say that when you’re upset. But I can fix it. I can make things right, I promise. I just need more time with you, that’s all.” Her voice cracked at the edges, the strain of holding herself together evident in every syllable.

You felt your pulse quicken, panic bubbling beneath the surface. “Are you insane?” you finally shouted, spinning around to face her. “I’ve told you a thousand times to leave me alone! What part of that don’t you get?”

For a moment, Lorelai froze, her eyes wide with shock. But the hurt you expected never came. Instead, her face softened, her lips trembling as she reached for you, her hand stopping just short of touching your arm. “No… you don’t understand,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You need me. You might not realize it yet, but you do. I can’t leave you. I can’t!” The desperation in her voice hit you like a wave, her neediness palpable, like she couldn’t survive without being near you.

Your frustration exploded. “You’re suffocating me! Do you understand that? You’re obsessed!” You stepped back, putting more distance between the two of you, but Lorelai followed, her movements frantic now, her eyes wild with fear.

“No, please, ” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “I’ll do better, I swear. I can be what you need. Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it! Please don’t push me away. I-I need you!” Her words tumbled out, her hands clasped tightly together as though begging for your mercy.

“I don’t want anything from you!” you shouted, your voice laced with frustration and exhaustion. “I want you to leave me the hell alone! Can’t you see how much you’re ruining everything? How much I hate this?”

Lorelai’s breath hitched at the word “hate,” her eyes watering as though the thought of your rejection was more painful than anything she could imagine. But instead of breaking, her lips twisted into a soft, almost adoring smile.

“You’re only saying that because you’re scared,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I know it’s hard for you to let someone in, but I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

You stared at her in disbelief, your stomach churning. Was she serious? Did she not hear a word you just said?

“Lorelai, you’re insane!” you barked, trying one last time to get through to her. “You’re not ‘helping’ me. You’re stalking me. You’re obsessed. I don’t want anything to do with you!”

For a second, you thought maybe, just maybe, your words had finally pierced through. Lorelai stood there, blinking rapidly, her eyes wide and glassy, as if processing what you had just said. But then, slowly, her lips curved into a smile, a needy, fragile thing that looked more like a cry for validation than an actual expression of joy.

“You don’t mean that,” she whispered softly. Her voice was laced with an almost pitiful hope, a hope that you would just stop resisting and finally give in. “You’re just… upset. I know you don’t hate me. You couldn’t. I’m the only one who understands you, who can be there for you when everyone else leaves. I won’t leave you. I can’t.”

She took another step closer, her hands trembling as they reached toward you, as if touching you could somehow solidify her place in your life. You stepped back instinctively, but Lorelai didn’t seem to notice, her eyes were locked onto yours, wide and filled with a raw, desperate need for your approval, for your attention.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. “Don’t shut me out. I’ll be better, I promise. I’ll be whatever you need me to be. Just… don’t leave me. I’ll make everything perfect. You’ll see.”

You could hardly breathe. The sheer weight of her obsession, her need for you, was overwhelming, suffocating. You had to make her understand. “I don’t care what you do,” you snapped, your voice trembling with anger and disbelief. “I don’t care if you apologize a million times. I want nothing to do with you, Lorelai. Get that through your head. Just leave me alone.”

But her eyes only softened more, as if your harsh words were nothing but the fleeting tantrums of a child who didn’t know what was good for them. “You’re just confused,” she whispered, “and that’s okay. I’ll help you. I’ll fix this.” She nodded to herself, already convinced of her version of reality. “You’ll understand one day.”

Her voice was soothing, like she was the one comforting you, her needy, obsessive gaze never wavering.

“Lorelai, just, ” you started, but she cut you off, stepping even closer, her voice a pleading, broken whisper.

“Please,” she said again, “just give me one more chance. Just one more, and I’ll make everything better. I promise. You’ll see. You’ll need me, just like I need you.”

It was terrifying. Her obsession had bloomed into something so twisted, so far beyond anything you had anticipated. And now, her desperation was laid bare, her entire sense of self wrapped up in this delusional, obsessive need to be everything for you. She wasn’t just stalking you anymore; she was trying to anchor herself to you, like she’d collapse without your attention.

“I don’t need you,” you said quietly, taking a deep breath. “And I never will.”

But Lorelai only smiled, a broken, fragile thing. “You say that now,” she whispered. “But I know the truth. And you will, too. One day.”

#yandere x reader #gn reader #yandere x darling #oc x reader #tw yandere #gender neutral #yandere oc #x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere #female yandere #female yandere x reader #soft yandere #yandere female #yandere blog #Lorelai Marlowe

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kimulus0check · 2 months ago

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Butch! TEC Headcanons

Pete- Pearl

•I can either see her with the same shaved buzz cut or the most greasy oiliest chopped hair. No in between.

•Her older brothers are a mix of supportive where it’s her life and they don’t really gaf and a little bit of hesitation cause of family tradition and they don’t know how their parents will take it.

•her mother is understanding and still loves her. Her dad hates her style, thinking it’s some weird phase like her monsters and horror movies.

•wears binders and wife beaters if she not wearing baggy clothes. Her binders smell like dog water and body odor.

•she is no better than a man. Will have a hand on you in public, at home, at her house, at your house.

Jerry-Jenny

•showers regularly but just recycles the same three outfits. Has worn the same shirt for a week to bed cause she doesn’t see what the big deal was.

•can have the same haircut as Jerry or have a mix haircut between he-man and shera.

•can be feminine at times. I see her as a stem if anything. Can switch from butch to fem.

•not as openly perverted as the other three but still perverted. Has stolen panties from your room and used it to jack off.

•if you cosplay or dress up for renfair with her she is exctatic but also drenched the whole time. If you go to the tavern wench and try and down a beer, whether you down the whole thing or not she WANTS you.

•religious catholic household. And ASD woman who is also gay. It’s messy.

Josh-Jane

•still rocks an oily ass ponytail, not afraid to show her hairline to the world.

•her parents don’t know how to take it. Being Jewish then also being gay her father is disappointed but her mother is more worried of her safety. Her mother thinks she’s making herself a target for being harassed and knows she gets bullied by her weight already.

•since Jane doesn’t have a fragile masculinity but now fragile femininity she is more into girl neiches while also liking startrek and starwars. My little pony and monsterhigh dolls into the mix. (Her and pearl fein over monsterhigh)

•the lolcow of the group. Like if you treat her nicely she would be so suspicious and paranoid cause the club treats her like ass.

•she curly hair that would make the gods cry but she never fucking showers so you’ll never see it unless she’s forced to shower by her mom.

•collects perfumes from franchises to have the full collectors set but would smell like ass.

Bill-Beth

•she’s just Bill Dickey but with a shag cut.

•femcel who has definitely said “I’m not like other girls.” And has spat the eyes of makeup and lipstick brands.

•thinks men are scum of the earth but would treat a woman just a man would. Double standard asf too.

•says her strap game is unmeasurable but gets winded and tired after two minutes then you just ride her while she catches her breath while trying to talk dirty. “Yeah..just wait till I’m on top of you.. you dirty slut..” gasping for air each sentence.

•wears push up bras under graphic shirts and flannels. Icon shit

•a brat. If she doesn’t pipe on about how much of a top she is, she’s trying to prove it to the other club members as some social status.

#the eltingville club #the eltingville club x reader #pete dinunzio #josh levy #joshua aaron levy #jerry stokes #bill dickey #pete dinunzio x reader #bill dickey x reader

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yuwuta · 5 months ago

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i fear there are only few of us left who gaf about eren :/ do u think anything else about him im so deprived

ofc ofc ofc that’s my baby ://///// i think about him all the time always <33

His niche of skills is based in homemaking and actual home-making as in construction because when he would act up as a kid, those were the punishments Carla gave him LOL. He got into a fight at school and she’d make him chop wood and start a fire. He was rude to her or Mikasa and she forced him to iron everyone’s clean laundry and fold it after. He made a mess being reckless when she told him to do his homework and she sent him outside to go lay new bricks around the well. All of which reigned him in by the time he was 12ish, and then he started just… doing it for fun or doing it preemptively before his attitude got out of hand. He’d have a bad day at school, and his mom would come home to him mowing the lawn or planting new trees or fixing the plumbing or fixing that broken leg on the chair or cleaning the gutter or harvesting the vegetables or fixing that crack in the wall; it becomes a sort of outlet for him. So now, occasionally you’ll see Eren run his fingers across a cracked wall or chipped piece of furniture and him mumbling some home depot jargon to himself about how he could fix it and whatnot. And he can. He proves to be very useful when your landlord is a deadbeat, and very attractive when he just decides to sit in the living room and put your furniture together.

He’s not a terrible cook, but he’s not a great one either. With effort, he can follow a recipe but there’s always something off. Except maybe one or two dishes from his childhood that he can make perfectly. They’re the first things he ever cooks for you. He’s not that bad when it comes to baking, much to everyone’s surprise. He makes a pretty decent cupcake. Also, whenever he does cook, or just helps you cook, he wears an apron.

If you asked him, he’d say cheek kisses are his favorite. He likes giving them, but he likes receiving them even more. There’s just something so sweet about it… you’re so gentle with him sometimes it stuns him, and something about kissing his cheek is so pure that it makes Eren stop and wonder how one person could make him so happy. His favorite kind of kisses to give you are forehead kisses, especially if he’s taller than you. It makes him feel like he can protect you, reminds him he has something to fight for.

Terrified of thunder and lightning but he refuses to admit it. Whenever it’s raining, he finds himself curled up on the couch, preferably laying on top of you and sleeping away as much of the day/night as he can. Sometimes he just wants his head on your lap and your hands in his hair; something else to focus on other than the sounds outside. But, admittedly, he likes it when you play with his hair on any day.

Has your last name saved as his last name in his phone. Also definitely doodled your name with his last name in his notebooks as a kid with hearts and kisses around it.

Not a morning person in the slightest and he will make it everybody’s problem. He can be such a scrooge in the morning, no matter what or when he eats or wakes up. You just have to ease him into the day, let him flop on you and lean against you and a kiss or two couldn’t hurt.

He’s a terrible gossip. And he likes to start drama. Messy in every sense of the word. He wants all the tea, he wants names and dates and receipts, and if he has the chance to stir the pot just know that he WILL! The boys are all bitter that Eren is the one who gets invited to girls night but he simply makes himself one of the girls (and he’s so willing to sell out Jean or Connie if it means he gets a seat at the table). Plus, he makes pretty good tea and supplies the desserts, and is everyone’s handyman—he built this gossip session brick by brick.

#anonymous #eren you will always be sooooo beloved to me <33333333333 #see also: gamer but with the worst attitude LOL #his attitude Does get better as he gets older yk he can reign himself in but a cod lobby is where it comes out #aot #eren x reader #eren.ask

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vicquemares · 6 days ago

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i literally need to take a chill pill good god. it's one thing to have a messy room bc like who gaf that's not my business but to be constantly leaving stuff out or not cleaning up after urself in shared spaces just. GRRRRRRR. do i need to implement roommate house rules for you MID-LATE TWENTY YEAR OLDS? im going to chew my hand off

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pbaz7 · 25 days ago

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Hi pretty🥰, soooo here is my live reaction to gravity!!! Ughhhh it was so good I think your best one shot so far because it was so long and descriptive. You are a true blessing my LAWDDDD, but let’s get into this live reaction. Also you had two repetitive sections in this one shot, just to lyk, I honestly think it’s because you were rushing due to everyone harassing you but I just wanted to lyk just in case you wanted to fix it!!!

It was during a Team USA training camp, and while most of the other girls were politely navigating introductions, Paige, in true Paige fashion, latched onto Azzi like they'd known each other forever.

YEA OFC JUST LATCH ONTO HER PAIGE😭

A real smile. Not the polite kind she gave to everyone else, but something softer, something that would eventually become just for Paige.

Mhmmm gayyyyy

Through all the breakups and messy accusations, Paige and Azzi never changed. They stayed in their little bubble, handsy and playful and just a little too intense, but never quite crossing the line.

Definition of us against the world 😭😭 they do not gaf about no girlfriend!!!

Sometimes it was as simple as the way Paige would lean in close when Azzi spoke, her eyes fixed on Azzi's lips the entire time. Other times, it was the way Azzi's hand would find Paige's arm, her fingers wrapping around her bicep as if it was her right to do so.

Their teammates noticed. Their friends noticed. And, of course, their girlfriends noticed.

Omg my…. They really don’t care. 😭😭 omg this is so bad. GIRL-

It was a source of constant arguments for both of them. Paige's girlfriend, frustrated and teetering on the edge of insecurity, had confronted her more than once. "Why do you even need me if you have her?" she'd snapped during one particularly heated fight.

Ew… GIRL MOVE AROUND 🙄 she does not care, you right she don’t need you. She wants Azzi!!!

Kehlani had been trying, unsuccessfully, to get Paige's attention for the last 15 minutes, only to give up and return to her own phone in silent frustration when Paige was incessant that she was doing something important.

😬😬 yikes!!!

Hey," Azzi said with a grin, walking straight up to nem as if Kehlani wasn't even there. Without hesitation, she plopped down on the couch, her movements familiar. In one smooth motion, she grabbed Paige's knee, parting them just enough to slide her own legs in between, draping them comfortably across Paige's lap.

OKAY AZZI YOU GO GIRL!!! yea you do that while her girlfriend is sitting right there…. Yall are crazy 😂😂

Paige's focus was now fully on Azzi, something Kehlani had been desperately trying to achieve. "You're the one who's been busy," Paige shot back with a playful smirk, her hand sliding over Azzi's leg as she adjusted it, pulling it more securely into her lap.

PAIGE- heyyyy uhhhh guysssss kehlani is sitting right there but yea… yk what hell yea!!

"Could've fooled me," Paige quipped, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on Azzi's shin.

Right infront of the gf?!!! No fades were caught?!! Omg Paige. Azzi. Jail time 😂😂

Paige rolled her eyes, leaning back against the couch. "I'm tryna come over," she said simply."Maybe watch a movie or something."

Awwwww quality time😌

"What if I want to hang out with Paige tonight?"

Girl move around.

Paige's eyes flicked to her briefly before she shook her head again, her voice calm. "Come on, don't make me do this to you in front of everybody."

YEA CLOCK THAT TEAAAAA!!!

Across the room, Jana stilled mid-motion, her hand hovering over a Lego piece as her eyes darted to the two of them. KK and Ice exchanged a look, KK mouthing a silent "Yikes" before turning back to their project.

Yea… what yall over there being messy for?!😂😂

Azzi broke the silence, her voice light. "Think she's mad at me?"

Paige chuckles, leaning back against the couch."She's mad at me," she muttered, though her hand stayed firmly on Azzi's leg.

Crazy work. Guys you were eye fucking, flirting and basically expressing how much you were in love infront of kehlani!! But no she’s not mad at all😆

Without fully thinking about it, Azzi reached out, her fingers brushing lightly over the bare skin.

Paige's head tilted down, her brow lifting as her eyes met Azzi's. "What are you doing?" she asked softly, her tone somewhere between amused and curious.

She tryna get in them drawlzzzzz paigeeee 😏

She straddled Paige's waist effortlessly, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her.

Paige didn't even react. So used to having Azzi on her like this but this time her eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity when Azzi grabbed the loose string of Paige's sweatpants.

EXCUSE ME?!! She’s used to having Azzi on her lap like that?!!! GUYSSSS ‼️‼️

Her fingers slipped between Azzi's, interlacing them as she guided their hands away from her waist. Paige looked up at her, the smile on her face soft but her grip strong.

"You're gonna get us in trouble," Paige murmured, her voice strained. She didn't look away, her thumbs absentmindedly brushing against Azzi's knuckles.

Yea yea Paige quit acting like you don’t want to 🙄

Paige's smirk widened as she tilted her head, leaning in slightly, their faces barely inches apart. “You want me," she countered, her eyes boring into Azzi's.

YOU WANT ME?!! Stop yall both want eachotherrrrr, just come on already!!

Ice leaned casually against the doorframe, a smirk on her face as she flipped the light switch again. "Paige, Kehlani's here," she said. "Figured I'd spare you the argument today and come wake you up before I let her in."

Paige groaned louder at this, her forehead pressing deeper into Azzi's shoulder. "Turn it off. I don't care," she grumbled, her words barely audible.

They don’t gaf fr😂😂 yall are some cheaters for eachother and im loving it 😗💃🏽

But Kehlani's expression shifted, the neutrality of her gaze hardening slightly. "I think I know what my girlfriend needs," Kehlani said, her tone sharp.

Apparently not because you’re still in the picture even tho she made it clear that she’s into Azzi… so do you really know what your girlfriend needs kehlani?! 😂😂😬

Kali tilted her head slightly, her expression sharp but not angry. "She thinks there's something going on between you and Paige. And you know I agree with her."

Ughhhh here goes the other trash bag of a girlfriend 😒😑

Right now, though, Paige, Ice, KK, and Kehlani were crammed in Paige's car, parked in the lot outside of Crumbl. The car smelled like cookies and laughter filled the small space as they did a"review" of the new flavors on Ice's TikTok Live.

LMAOOO Azzi please jump on the live and flirt with Paige. I want kehlani pissed off again please!!!

Paige rolled her eyes, smirking. "I'll bring you a cookie later. You're lucky l'm nice."

"Only to me," Azzi wrote.

Savannah slow down… 😏😏

Paige shook her head, laughing softly. "See, that's why you're my favorite." Her voice dipped slightly, playful but with an undertone that made KK and Ice share another quick glance.

Azzi replied almost immediately: "Say it louder for the people in the back." The double not lost on Paige.

LMAOOO AZZI-

Before she could respond, Kehlani, sitting quietly in the back, spoke up, her tone dry and serious. "Oh, why stop now? You might as well just FaceTime her at this point. We're all here for the show anyway."

GIRL MOVE. don’t make Paige say sum to you silly girl 😬😗

For a moment, Kehlani opened her mouth like she was going to say something else, but the sharp look Paige gave her was enough to make her think twice. She pressed her lips together, the silence in the car growing even more as they continued the drive.

Yea get on with all that attitude, she think she all that and a bag of chips 😂😂 no girl you just the bag!!

Paige let out a long, exasperated sigh. "I'm not fucking Azzi! Jesus Christ!"

Not yet… LMAOO

Paige froze for a moment, her patience finally snapping. She straightened up, her eyes locking with Kehlani's. "Alright. Fine. I wanna fuck Azzi. Is that what you wanna hear?"

THE GASP I JUST LET OUT…. PAIGE BUECKERS WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT TO YOU GF 😭😭

Paige leaned forward, her voice escalating, almost shouting now as she spoke her mind but wanted to shut Kehlani up in the process. "I think about doing the nastiest shit you can imagine to her, okay? Is that what you're deranged ass wanted to hear? Is that good enough for you now?"

Wait what is it finna play?!! WOAHHHH!!! EXCUSE ME PAIGE NASTIEST?

The deranged ass comment LMAOO 😂😂 Paige your done!!!

Paige took a step forward, her voice low. "We're done, Kehlani. Get the hell out."

HELL YEA 🎉🥳👏🎊 gtfo BITCH

She reached out, her fingers brushing against Paige's hand as if to ground her. "Paige," she said gently, "Talk to me. What's going on in your head right now?"

She wants you bent over Azzi that’s what wrong 😂😂

Azzi could feel Paige's hunger, the intensity in every movement. She could feel Paige's breath against her skin, could feel the heat in her hand as it gripped her neck, holding her in place with a possessive energy that sent shivers down Azzi's spine.

Alexa play B.E.D by Jacquees….

Paige's lips curved into a smile as she reached up, brushing her thumb across Azzi's lip. The touch was soft and gentle, yet somehow possessive, and without thinking, Azzi parted her lips and took it into her mouth.

She sucked it in slowly, her eyes never leaving Paige's as she swirled her tongue, feeling the heat of Paige's gaze searing her skin.

OH YOU FREAK AZZZIIII, PAIGE YOU NAUGHTY NAUGHTY!!!

"Mhmm yes-feels...feels so fucking good. Oh fuck." Azzi's face twists slightly as Paige pushes all the way in hitting somewhere deep in her stomach.

Stuttering much Azzi?!!!😏👏

"I love you, Azzi," Paige whispers, keeping her voice low. "I fucking love you." Paige says again as she rolls her hips into Azzi perfectly.

She can barely hold back the rush of emotion that crashes over her. "I love you so fucking much, Paige," she murmurs, her voice breaking on the edge of the confession. It's everything she's wanted to say to Paige since they were teenagers.

AHHHHHHH awwwwww my goshhh that’s so ughhhhh shsudhhssushxuxbsjssg☺️😊☺️😊

Later that night, Paige and Azzi lay side by side, their shoulders brushing, hands intertwined as the quiet of the room settled around them.

Lover by Taylor swift… that’s all imma say!

"Wait," Paige started, her voice soft but curious. "What happened to Kali?" Azzi, who was half-drifting into sleep, let out a quiet laugh. "She was sitting next to me when you were on live," she said simply, her tone amused.

Azzi that’s so diabolical idek 😂😂

Laughing, the group finally started to file out, with Aubrey grinning at Paige on her way out. "Congrats, by the way. About time y'all stopped torturing yourselves."

Awwwwww I agree with Aubrey 🥳

AHHHHH pretty you really did it, like this fic is so good and detailed I can’t even… your words and your way to express complex emotions it’s literally mind blowing. My lawd you are a rare jewel. Thank you for this long one shot. I absolutely love the long ones!!! I hope your night goes well and hopefully this live reaction doesn’t get lost in your inbox 😭😭 but ily and I can’t wait for this next one my love💋

-❄️

This one didn’t get lost!!

Yeah someone pointed out the repetitive sections. I gotta blame it on the hangover honestly 😭 don’t even have it in me to go and fix it tbh

EXCUSE ME?!! She's used to having Azzi on her lap like that?!!! GUYSSSS

feel like everybody glossed over that

They don't gaf fr 😂😂 yall are some cheaters for eachother and im loving it

loving the soft launch cheating is crazy

Alexa play B.E.D by Jacquees....

you’re INSANE

i’m so glad you loved this one ily ❄️

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neerasrealm · 5 years ago

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Fresh Start

A story about Sally Williams finding a new home with an- odd pair of men. Fun fact but I’ve rewritten this story twice because I couldn’t decide on how to write this- I wanted it to be as good as possible and I think I’m happy with this version.

Word count: 1651

Laughing Jack hummed softly to himself as he quietly played his accordion. He had no song in mind, it was just aimless chords without meaning. It was dark now, the sun had gone down, and there was nobody in the park save for some teens or late night joggers.

Looking down at his accordion, he realised someone was watching him. He looked to the side to meet the bright, green eyes watching him. The eyes belonged to a girl, who could only be about ten years old, wearing a pink dress. She had messy brown hair that fell in curls just past her shoulders. He smiled at her.

"Well 'ello there." He greeted. "Can I 'elp ya, kiddo?"

"...I like your music." She said softly. He smiled and tilted his head.

"I recognize ya," he said. "Weren' you wiv th' other kids earlier, when I was givin' ou' balloons?"

She nodded and held up the balloon dog Jack had made for her earlier. She smiled, just a little bit. He chuckled.

"Wha're ye doin' down 'ere so la'e, Sally? Shouldn' ye be a' 'ome wiv yer ma an' da?" He asked. Sally's smile dropped and she looked at the ground. Jack frowned. "...'ave ya...go' a ma an' da?"

Sally sniffled. Jack watched tears fall from her eyes. He scooted up the bench and patted the space next to him. "Ey, i's alrigh', come ta Jackie." He said softly. Sally climbed onto the bench next to him, holding her balloon animal and an old stuffed bear. She hugged both of them tight as she cried quietly. Jack wrapped an arm around the girl and pet her head. "Shh, i's alrigh', Jackie's 'ere."

Sally snuggled close against him, her crying getting louder. The clown hugged her tight, rubbing circles into her back. The poor girl- she felt deathly cold, and so small- though that could've just been that Jack was very tall.

Sally buried her face in Jack's shirt. He smelled of lavender and the rain. The smell was a small comfort. As she cried Jack could only watch in horror as a bloody gash formed in her head. Blood trickled down her face and through her beautiful brown hair. He reached into his puffy sleeve and pulled out a rag. He wiped blood from her face the best he could.

Sally probably wasn't human like he'd initially thought.

"Do ya 'ave anywhere ta go, kiddo?" He asked softly.

"I-I can go h-home but- my mo- my mom and d-dad moved aw-away." She managed to say in between sobs. Jack nodded slowly. "The n-ne-new people c-call me sc-scary." Her sobbing got more intense as she spoke. Jack hugged her tighter.

"Well tha's no' very nice…" He murmured. He stared down at her. He couldn't just leave this girl alone. Human or not, it wasn't right to leave a child alone in a park all night and day. It went against the very reason he existed. "E-Ey kiddo, 'ow abou' ye stay wiv me fer t'night?" He asked. Sally sniffled and looked up at him. "Wouldja like tha'?"

"Okay." She replied oh so softly. Her voice was barely above a whisper. Jack scooped her up into his arms and held her close. He adjusted the strap on his accordion so it hung off his back rather than front, and stood up.

"Ya like piggy-back rides?" He asked with a small grin. Sally seemed to brighten up a bit. She nodded, and Jack lifted her up onto his shoulders. "Now ya can see th' whole park." He chirped. Sally sniffled and grinned down at the clown.

××××××

"Jack? Where are we going?" Sally asked. Jack had walked halfway across town and was now casually sauntering through a building site near the edge of the forest.

"Hm? Oh! I live in th' woods, wiv a frien'." Jack smiled up at her.

"A friend?"

"Yeh! 'Is name's Slender. 'E's a bi' grumpy, bu' you'll like 'im." Jack replied. "Don' tell 'im I said this, bu' 'e 'as a sof' spo' fer kids."

Sally looked down at the clown curiously. "Will he like me?" She asked.

"Will 'e like ya?" He asked incredulously. "Of course 'e will! Slen loves kiddos, almos' as much as I do." Jack grinned up at her. "Th' two of us are gonna be fussin' over ya nigh' an’ day."

He made his way deep into the forest, with Sally clinging close to him. Jack patted her head reassuringly. Poor thing- he could tell why she'd be scared, being taken into the woods by someone she didn't know well after...well he didn't exactly know what had happened to her, but he knew it couldn't be good. Luckily, they soon came upon a clearing. Sitting in the middle of it was a large house. It was practically a castle to Sally.

"Tha's our gaf." Jack said, pointing.

"It's so big…" Sally murmured. Jack smiled.

"Sure is! Plen'y o' room fer ya t' run aroun'." He chirped. He walked to the door and opened it. Stepping inside, Sally stared around the giant living room. There was a couch, a couple armchairs, a very primitive tv, even by 70s standards and...well, not much else. The house seemed to be empty.

"Slen, I'm 'ome." Jack called out as he walked towards a door next to the couch.. He grabbed Sally from his shoulders and held her against his chest instead as he opened the door. The girl looked around quickly, green eyes shining curiously.

"Oh, Ja-" standing in the kitchen was a tall man in a suit. His skin was completely white, and his proportions were so unnatural- his arms and legs were far too long for anyone to realistically have. The thing that freaked Sally out the most, however, was his face, or rather- his lack of one. Sally clung tighter to Jack, staring in horror as this monster in front of her stared right back. In a movement too smooth and quick for any person, he crossed the room. "Jack, who is that?"

"This is Sally! Ain't she a righ' cu'e basin o' gravy?" Jack chirped back, adjusting his hold on Sally.

"Jack, you can't just take random children! Especially here! Now she'll know about everyone living in these woods and tell all the other children and-" Slender's angry and panicked rant was cut off by Jack extending an arm and placing his index finger where Slender's lips would be.

"Cool i', china pla'e. I didn' 'alf inch 'er because she's cu'e, if ye're finkin' tha'." Jack replied. His accent seemed to thicken while talking to Slender. "She 'asn't go' anywhere ta go. 'Er ma an' da are gone."

Slender was quiet for a few moments before sighing. He rubbed his featureless face in irritation. "Alright, alright…" He looked from Jack to Sally. He tilted his head at her. "Well- hello Sally, I suppose you're staying with us for now." He said, softer this time. Sally still flinched away from him.

"Ah, don' be scared o' 'im, Slen wouldn' 'ur' a 'air on yer 'ead." Jack said, rubbing Sally's back soothingly. He grinned at his friend. "Ain' tha' righ', Slen?"

Slender seemed to become distressed for a moment and he stepped away from Jack and Sally. "Oh I'm- I'm sorry I should've assumed you'd be scared...I always forget about that-" he glanced away nervously for a moment. He held out a hand to Sally. "I'm Slender. It's a pleasure to meet you, little one. I- apologize for the bad first impression, Jack can be...impulsive, at times."

Jack muttered something to himself and rolled his eyes. Sally looked at him and smiled, then at Slender's hand. She hesitated, then reached out to shake it. Her entire hand was barely bigger than Slender's palm. After she pulled away from the handshake she heard Jack chuckle, and she looked up at the clown.

"Ye okay, Slen?"

"Small…"

Jack barked a laugh and reached out, patting Slender's shoulder. "Ye big softie." He murmured affectionately. Slender shot him a look and adjusted his tie, trying to regain his composure. Sally giggled at the two of them.

"How old are you, dear?"

"Ten." Sally replied. Slender made an- odd- noise that made Jack snicker.

"God she's only a toddler-"

"Ten year ol's aren' toddlers, Slen." Laughing Jack said. Slender ignored him.

"Can we get you anything, Sally? A drink? Are you hungry?" He asked. Sally smiled shyly at all the attention. Sure her parents had treated her like a princess but this? This was the kind of fawning only a queen got.

"Toast would be nice." She said. "And- warm milk…?"

Slender, despite his lack of face, seemed to radiate happiness. "Of course!" He chirped maybe a bit too eagerly. He turned and quickly moved to the fridge, pulling out some bread and a carton of milk.

Sally watched him curiously as Jack moved to the dining table and took a seat. Sally was dropped into his lap. She looked up at him while he rubbed her cheek with the back of a finger. Sally hugged her bear and balloon animal as she looked around.

"Does anyone else live here?" She asked. Jack shook his head.

"Nah." He replied. "We've always wan'ed more though...lo'sa kiddos runnin' aroun' th' gaf, like a big ol' fam'ly." The clown smiled down at Sally.

"What's a gaf?" Sally asked. Jack wheezed in amusement.

"A 'gaf' is a house," Slender said. "I only understand him because I've known him too long." He added, nodding his head at the clown. Jack grinned at Slender.

"Ah, ye luv me." He said. Slender squinted at him.

"Well that's news to me."

Jack wheezed again, cackling loudly in amusement. Sally giggled in his lap. She liked these two, as strange as they were. Maybe- just maybe- this could be a fresh start. She'd like that.

#creepypasta #writing #sally williams #sally creepypasta #slenderman #slender mansion #fanfiction #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta fanfiction #laughing jack #fluff

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missingyou77 · 2 years ago

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12/10 11:52PM

today was very weird for me. i mean i get manic often but not like this. my eyes have never been so dilated from being manic. but when im manic i always try to take advantage of it and do what ive been putting off. i was on my phone til around 2am, then i started manic cleaning my room til 9am. my room wasnt very messy to begin with, but with my autism, cleaning is SO overwhelming. it could be the easiest job for someone to do but just the site of my messy room and knowing i was going to try to clean it would put me on the verge of tears. ffs i paced around my room for a good 5 minutes with a shoe almost crying not knowing where to put it. i tried on almost every article of clothing i own while cleaning my room, and i had to just try everything i found in my room. such as perfume, makeup, video games i lost, whatever. it took me hours to clean because my brain is so stupid.

my mom called me and told me she had forgotten her vape at her house before leaving for work so she asked if i could bring it to her and she would give me some gas money. so i did that and my dad had also given me some money so i bought gas and a hair straightener, i cut my bangs yesterday so i need to straighten them to look good. on my way home from that i got that god complex and decided im over my ex.

my friend picked me up and i went out of town with her, her friend, and 2 of our guy friends. we went to the hotsprings and it was amazing. it was snowing but we were warm. i live in a v small town so theres no fast food so we also got some mcdonalds. her friend was very nice, she sat next to me the whole way i mean there was 5 of us in that tiny car so there wasnt much room but we were talking the whole way and shes rlly cool.

then i got home and ate dinner with my family and my sister and her boyfriend came over so that was nice.

my dad bought a fake christmas tree this year, its white and it has lights attached to it so i set that up on the table. its a small one. we have to have it up because we have 8 wiener dogs who r very annoying and they like to ruin everything. theyre so cute so its fine but jfc.

this time of year is sad for me, just like a lot of people. but its hard for me because i feel like nothing will ever be the same. im not wrong there, i mean last year i was probably wrapped up with my ex in his bed and feeling complete bliss. but now i am in my bed, writing about my day on tumblr. oh how the tables turn. nor will anyone read this im sure. this is mainly for me tbh, but it would be cool if someone gaf enough to read this shit. not like my lift is crazy, im just a alcoholic teenager going through a breakup. boohoo.

now i am on the phone with this boy. hes nice, i met him back in 2020 but we stopped talking for a while. last night while we were on call, i asked if we could play fortnite but i said it in some sort of pouty voice so he said “heh. youre cute”. does that mean he likes me? i mean i cant get in a relationship or anything. i need to work on myself or smth but i used to like him a lot and i like him now too. its just different now because of my trauma and im scared. but he is really nice.

anyways if u read this far, i love you.

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bestspuds · 6 years ago

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Zim + Zam

4am start as we fly from Johannesburg, South Africa to Livingstone, Zambia. We’re headed to see Mosi-oa-Tunya aka “The smoke that Thunders” aka Victoria Falls named by David Livingstone in 1855 and the largest waterfall in the world. It is situated on the Zambezi river the 4th largest in Africa on the border of Zambia and Zimbabwe.

We’ve rented a room in an AirBnb and are staying with Emmanuel a Zambian native and his Russian wife Natalia. We haggle with the taxi men at the airport and finally get the real price of $5 down from $20 for the 10 minute drive to the gaf. We hop out in the middle of Africa. It’s a dirt/sand road with concrete houses with big gardens on either side and little children shouting hello and waving. Emmanuel waved us in to his big 2 bedroom house with a massive tomato garden out front and 3 labradors bound out to meet us.

We walk the 3 miles into town turning down lifts from shared taxis in search of groceries and sunscreen. Turns out sunscreen is more expensive than gold in Zambia. Zambians are very friendly and plenty of people shout greetings as we trudge back with water + groceries.

Next day we hire mountain bikes from Emmanuel’s mate and ride across the Victoria Bridge to Zimbabwe for the best view of the falls. Before we head out Natalia warns us about not cycling through elephant corridor at dusk. As we stamp out of Zambia we hear the falls roaring in the distance and approach the bridge with baboons and hawkers abound.

The views are amazing, sheer red brown walls fall away down to the Zambezi below and a steam train puffs by us as we pedal to Zimbabwe. After buying my single entry visa (Tori had gotten a zim zam visa at the airport) we hit up the Victoria Falls National Park. Because the falls are actually on the Zambia side the best viewing is from Zimbabwe and we weren’t disappointed. Crashing roaring water plunges 354 feet to the boiling pot below. Mist rises like a dense cloud and then falls back on us as rain and all the while the deafening tumult makes shouting a necessity. We climb out on cliff faces for the best shots and even get a rainbow for our troubles.

Dinner is at Cafe Africa in the town where we have Wildebeest Stew and peanut butter rice and chat to an old pastor at the adjacent table about Zimbabwean history and religion. We suddenly realize that the sun is dropping fast and we still have to cycle through elephant corridor to get home. We squeak up the hill through the border and approach the stretch of road where elephants are known to cross. They can be very hostile toward humans in this region due to poaching. We cycle with our heads on a swivel and think we’re in the clear when we round a corner and see a lot of trucks and cars stopped ahead of us. We freewheel up beside a chap carrying a huge load of firewood on his bike and see a huge parade of elephants crossing the road. We huddle at the back of a big truck until they’ve tumbled past and then strike out for home with no further incident except chatting to a local black cyclist called Dominic who keeps pace with us to chat about where we’re from, football and cycling clubs. We arrive home and Natalia informs us that we were lucky as elephants have killed 3 cyclists in the past few months in elephant corridor...

Fresh from our elephant escape Johney decides to endanger his life again by bungee jumping off Victoria Bridge. We taxi down to the border and cross into the no mans land that is the bridge. Turns out the bungee crew is on break. Not ideal as the objective was to drive down, pay, jump with little time to dwell on it. Instead we wait around for an hour to get signed up and are behind a group of 5 Black South African chicks and 1 lad. They are all sound and in high spirits as we head to the jumping point. It takes an eternity for them to jump and to take my mind off it I chat to some mad oul fella in a Leeds jersey who’s only missed 2 matches in 30 years.

Eventually my turn comes and I’m actually chill enough. I chat and banter with the crew as they put 2 towels and a flimsy looking rope around my legs. I waddle to the edge and look at the horizon. The Zambians count “3,2,1,BUNGEE” and give me a shove: aaaaahhhhhhhh. The yell is completely involuntary and I’ve bounced before I know it. Adrenaline and relief. Winched back up and we head to the hippo pond for a few glasses of wine. Natalia has more info for us that evening, the bungee rope broke 3 months ago and a Scottish girl somehow survived the 111 metre drop...

Next day is Sunday and no better way to respect the is the sabbath than by risking our lives again by rafting down the Zambezi which has the arguably the largest rapids of any river in the world, oh and crocodiles. After some teamwork on haggling the price down we set off hiking down into the canyon with the other rafters: 2 South African lads and Natalia. PC was our captain and we had a solid crew steering through massive class 5s as the water churned and frothed, threatening to tip us in the drink. Once we had a break between rapids PC ordered us to jump in and just float on our backs letting the current take us. This was amazing the water was refreshing and the swirling current took us along at a solid pace with the canyon walls towering either side and the sun beating down. Definitely one of the most memorable things we’ve done.

That evening we set out at dusk with Felix our guide to cross the Zambezi and find Angels pool on the edge of Victoria Falls. This was hippo territory and we waded in the half light along unseen water trails in Felix’s memory taking care to hippo spot and retain balance as the current could take you over the edge in places. Angels pool is breathtaking, still pools shimmering in the sunset with their own water falls and cliff jumps literally on the edge of the largest waterfall in the world. The sun sets as we sit on the edge of the falls and watch the water plunge past us and roar into the valley. That night we have a family meal with Emmanuel, Natalia a Korean/Japanese couple and Calvin- Emmanuel’s mate. On the menu: Crocodile Ribs, Kudu, Wildebeest sausage and goat. We get back to find our room torn apart and our money and passports gone!! On further inspection it turns out we are just messy, a mirror blew off the wall and shattered and we hid our stuff so well even we couldn’t find it. Zambians are incredibly friendly and laid back and we had great host!

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neerasrealm · 5 years ago

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Distrust

A story about Toby waking up after the events of his origin story. Trigger warning for some talk about trauma, blood, murder, self harm, panic attacks and some cursing.

Word count: 1941

The world seemed blurry as he opened his eyes. His body felt tired. He blinked in the dim light. The ceiling looked unfamiliar. It wasn’t his cramped, dusty attic room, nor was it his mom’s room or his sister’s. He shifted on the bed. It felt soft- too soft for it to be something they could afford. His first thought, as he rolled over and looked at the drawn curtains, was that he was in a hotel. The room had orange walls, and the curtains were a light grey. Light poured in through them, meaning it was still day, or maybe evening.

Rolling onto his back again he groaned softly. His throat felt dry. Sitting up, he looked around. The room was empty, and way bigger than any room in his own house. He looked to the side, brushing messy brown hair out of his eyes. There was a table next to the bed with a glass of water on it. He reached over quickly and grabbed the glass, taking a couple long sips. He looked around some more. There wasn’t much of anything in the room. A wardrobe, two bedside tables and a mirror. That was all. He frowned. How had he even gotten here?

He- didn’t remember much. He hadn’t been able to remember much of anything since...the crash...involuntarily, he shuddered. He curled up, remembering flashes of the past few weeks. Voices in his head, the faceless monster that had been terrorising him, his- his own dead sister, wailing and walking towards him- her voice still echoed in his head even now. Calling his name, coughing on her own blood, her breathing raspy from her chest being crushed in on itself-

He buried his head in his hands, shaking. His shoulders jerked wildly, his panicked tics kicking in quickly. His nails dug into his scalp. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. He pulled his hands down, his bloody fingers going to his mouth. He chewed on them with little care for how badly he hurt them. Why should he? He couldn’t feel pain. None at all. He laughed horsley. He couldn’t feel pain but he could still feel the weight of his traumas, the weight of his grief, the weight of-

His crimes.

He’d- oh- oh god- he remembered now. His father. Below him, dead. The horrified look on his mom’s face. The fire-

He bit down on his fingers, hard, and whimpered. Tears rolled down his face and he sobbed. Loud, ugly sobs full of agony. He coughed and wheezed. This happened every time he cried. He’d find it difficult to breathe and he’d be reduced to wheezing and coughing. His sobs only got louder and his breathing got worse. Mixed with tears blurring his vision and the taste of blood filling his mouth, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything. He stayed there. Shaking. Sobbing.

When he finally finished crying he pulled his fingers out of his mouth. He took deep, wheezy breaths. He looked down at the blood trickling down his hands and sniffled. He hugged his knees and buried his face in them. He could only whimper softly to himself and twitch as he waited to calm down.

‘’Toby?’’

The very last thing he needed right now was a deep, unfamiliar voice calling out his name. His head shot up and he stared at the door, shaking in fear and twitching from his tourettes. He sniffled.

‘’H-’’ his body shivered involuntarily. ‘’Hello…?’’

The door creaked open. Toby froze. His blood ran cold and his breathing quickened. He crawled back on the bed, frozen against the wall. Staring back at him was the white, faceless creature that had been tormenting him. It stepped into the room and approached him slowly.

‘’Calm down, Toby, I’m not going to hurt you.’’ It said in the same deep, unfamiliar voice from before. He was panicking too much to look at the second person entering the room after the creature. His body was shaking, his heart pounding as adrenalin filled him. The creature reached out to him, and Toby darted off the bed. He stumbled across the room to the window. He whirled around, staring at the creature as it watched his movements. ‘’Don’t worry I-’’

‘’How the fuck does it speak without a mouth?!’’ was all Toby could think. He looked behind him at the window. As fast as he could with shaking hands, he shoved it open and put his foot up on the sill. He heard two voices yell behind him but he didn’t care. He took a deep breath then leapt out the window. He screwed his eyes shut, bracing for the fall that would no doubt injure him badly.

But it never came. Instead, something gripped his waist and slowly pulled him up. He stared down at the ground that was getting further and further away. He stared at the forest in front of him as he was lifted up and away from freedom. He was ever so gently placed back on his bed and he realised, to his horror, that the thing lifting him had been a-a tendril- that had somehow appeared from behind the faceless creature. It disappeared again and Toby could only stare at the faceless thing and whimper to himself. He chewed on the inside of his cheek and crawled back to the edge of the bed.

‘’Please calm down- I-I mean you no harm I promise-’’ The faceless monster said again in a tone too concerned and caring to belong to- well, a faceless monster. Toby whined feebly. God he sounded pathetic and he felt it. Escape was impossible and he was probably going to die here. Eaten or torn apart or driven insane until he couldn’t take it anymo-

‘’E’s scared ‘ve ya, Slen.’’

Toby was pulled out of his horrified thoughts by the thickest fucking cockney accent he had ever heard. Definitely the second scariest thing he’d experienced today. He looked to the voice’s owner for the first time and looked them over. They were incredibly tall, with messy black hair, feathers on their shoulders, suspenders, striped socks that matched their cone-shaped nose and- oh yes, they were incredibly skinny and had pure white skin. The bandages around their- his? Hands and torso didn’t help either. It implied this...clown? Mime? Had been injured at some point. And that allowed Toby’s brain to suggest it was the faceless creature’s doing. Which made him more freaked out.

The faceless creature- Slen, apparently, looked at the mime-clown man. ‘’I mean- I’ve told him I don’t mean any harm,’’ somehow this monster sounded genuinely upset and worried. He looked at Toby. ‘’I just want to-’’

‘’Slen,’’ the mime- clown? Clown, he’s guessing clown, interrupted. ‘’Le’ me ‘andle i’. Ye’ll only freak th’ bin lid ou’ more.’’

Slen looked away from Toby and at his- companion? For a few moments, fiddling with his hands. ‘’Fine.’’ he finally said defeatedly. He looked at Toby as he grabbed the door handle. ‘’I’m sorry little one, I-’’

‘’Ye don’ call teens li’le un, Slen.’’ The clown interrupted. ‘’Now go. ‘Ll make sure e’s awrigh’.’’

Slen sighed and left the room, leaving Toby and the slightly less horrifying monster alone. Toby looked over at the clown. Was he supposed to be scared? Relaxed? Intimidated? He didn’t know, and he wanted to go home.

"Calm down, kiddo. I ain' g'nna 'urt ya." The clown said calmly. "Take deep brea'hs fer me, alrigh'?"

Toby closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. He counted to seven then exhaled, counting to eleven as he did so. He repeated the process until he felt calm enough to not want to try the window escape again. He opened his eyes and looked at the clown, still very much afraid. His neck twitched wildly, making his head jerk awkwardly.

"Y'okay?" The clown asked. Toby nodded. "Good." The clown approached the bed slowly and sat on the edge, still looking at him. "Ye prob'bly 'ave a lo' 'f questions, yeh?" He asked. Toby gave a nod. "Go ahead then. I'll answer 'em fer ya."

Toby fiddled with his bloody hands. Occasionally his fingers would curl up wildly, making him accidentally scratch himself. "Wh- where am I…?" He asked softly.

"Ye're in our gaf, big 'ol mansion in th' woods. Ye live in one a th' 'ouses on th' edge 'f th' fores', dontcha?"

Toby was quiet for a few moments, trying to translate the cockney into English. "Uh- yeah, yeah I do."

"Ah. We live in th' fores', away from ye 'umans fer ah- obvious reas'ns."

"So you're not human?" Toby blurted. The clown laughed, a noise that was hearty but rough and raspy, like his speaking voice.

"Nah, 'm no'. Ta pu' i' simply, I'm a livin' toy. Full a stuffin' an all tha' barry whi'e."

A- a living...toy? Barry White? Who- what-

"What's um- what's your name then?" Toby asked cautiously. Every answer the clown gave seemed to bring up even more questions. The poor boy was getting more confused and unnerved by the second.

"Jack." The clown replied. "Ye're Toby, yeh?"

"T-Toby Rogers." He mumbled. "Why- why am I here?" He asked softly.

"Well Slen found ya when 'e was comin' back wiv th' shoppin'. 'E saw th' fores' burnin' an' you in th' middle of i' all, so 'e pulled ya from th' fire an' brough' ya 'ere ta patch ye up." Jack pointed at the boy's arm. Toby hadn't even noticed it, but there were some bandages on his arms. "Ye didn' ge' burned too much bu' ye still looked pre'y bashed. 'E also found a lo' a- bruises an' scars- did wha' 'e could fer em." Jack looked at him, like he was hoping Toby would explain his other injuries.

"He-" Toby gulped. "That thing took me here?"

"Yeh. Slen- 'e's always been one fer 'elpin' others…" Jack smiled a bit. "E'll bring ya 'ome, don' worry."

"No he won't!" Toby yelped. Jack jumped, seemingly caught off guard by the yelling. "He- that thing has been terrorising me for weeks! Standing outside my window and shit!" Toby's fear began to turn to anger. He'd been kidnapped, forced to kill his own flesh and blood, driven to the brink of his very sanity and this toy was telling him the creature meant him no harm?! "He's been in my head for weeks! I couldn't sleep because of the voices he put in my head and he- it made me kill my own fucking dad!" There were tears in his eyes again. He shook from all the pent up anger he'd been shutting out for weeks- no, months, maybe even years by now!

"Kiddo, I know Slen, 'e wouldn' do tha'." Jack looked concerned.

Toby glared at the clown. "Well how the fuck am I supposed to trust you? You're on its side." He spat. Jack sighed.

"Ye don' 'ave any reasons ta trus' me, bu' neither me or Slen wanna 'urt ya." He said softly. "Wha' ye saw, wha'ever's been tormen'in' ya, i' wasn' Slen. I've known 'im fer over a century now. 'E doesn' do tha', 'specially no' ta kids."

Toby didn't say a word. He just glared at Jack. Eventually the clown sighed. "Alrigh'. I'll leave ya be." He stood up and looked over at Toby. "Ye wan' lunch?"

Toby hugged his knees and shook his head. He definitely wasn't going to eat anything that came from the monster or the clown. Jack sighed and left the room without a word, leaving Toby alone with just his anger, fear and bloody fingers.

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