#second of the 1-2-3 punch for *this* weekend lol

[sparrowwritings]

Final Fantasy Writing Challenge Day Twenty-Eight: Infinity

Day Twenty-Seven -- Masterpost -- Day Twenty-Nine

The city was just a facsimile. An illusion solid enough to pass casual inspection, but ultimately contained nothing deeper than the bare bones of what once was. 

Sure, he’d had power enough to build the place--to string lights and lay paths and fashion structures--in an almost picturesque manner. Every twist and turn of metal, every pane of glass, every leaf of every tree that had existed in Amaurot, he remembered perfectly and could recreate it as such. Emet-Selch was known as the Architect for a reason.

As always, however, it was people that gave him the most trouble.

The best he could manage to do, even for all his power, was create approximations of people. He had at first attempted to remember various people he knew back then and populate the city that way. Too quickly, he’d found that beyond those he had been closest to (whom he refused to create as a matter of principle) he could barely remember how they were. Thus, when let loose upon the city, the shades would end up breaking the illusion in various ways until in frustration Emet-Selch would dismiss them. Eventually he settled for making the puppeteered populace walk simple paths and spout lines depending on which place he had assigned them to. Set this way, he could almost believe that he was walking the streets of his old home. So long as he didn’t stop to speak to anyone. Or think too hard about the fact that he’d created this place.

Really, he was putting far too much effort into creating this elaborate playground for people who would be too pained or too incensed to care. If they managed to show up at all. There wasn’t even a good reason to recreate Amaurot. It satisfied some whim of his, nothing more. A backdrop by which he would impress upon the Warriors of Darkness how much better the world had been one final time. The fate of the star, and all of the other worlds left would be decided where it all began.

One way or another.

Emet-Selch wasn’t sure where that thought came from, nor why he was suddenly weary. Perhaps he should have taken a nap. The temporary oblivion of sleep seemed far more inviting than completing his plans. Suddenly remembering the man he’d brought to torture until all he knew spilled forth, Emet-Selch made a mental note to check up on him in a short while. He was fairly certain that the Crystal Exarch would reveal all of his mysteries once the Warriors of Darkness had perished, but pain and the promise of more could help expedite the process. Not that he’d needed to be the one to directly perform the torturing in centuries, mind. He hated doing the dirty work. It’s why he was more than pleased to take over nation building for the Ascians; so that he could force others to do it for him.

So distracted by his own thoughts, he didn’t realize he’d sat down at a bench until another figure had sat down with him. Emet-Selch blinked, then sneered. He must have added in a routine for the puppets to sit when others did so. That might lead to problems down the line. Better to fix it now, then have it destroy the act he was so intent on creating.

Just as he was about to reach into the mechanics of the figure sitting next to him, it spoke in a voice that made his blood turn to ice. “I thought it ironic that you made your way to the park where we first met while wrapped up in your own thoughts, so I had the impulse to join you much like I did that day.” The figure inclined its--his? No, it was impossible. It couldn’t be--head towards him. The people he set in the city were all faceless except for their uniform white masks and dark grey robes. Despite this, Emet-Selch could still sense the smile in his old friend’s tone. “I suppose you’re going to erase me now,” Hythlodaeus said as casually as if he were commenting on the weather.

“You can’t be--I wasn’t going to--” His voice was rough. Perhaps from how unused to his native tongue he was, or perhaps from something to do with how his eyes were starting to burn. Either way, Emet-Selch cleared his throat and made himself speak more clearly. “You’re not supposed to be here.” 

“And yet, here I am.” Again Hythlodaeus--no it was not him--seemed to smile. “You look tired, my friend.”

Emet-Selch was exhausted. “There’s been a lot happening lately. You know how it is.” He should just erase it. It wasn’t real. Couldn’t ever be. It would hurt all the more to keep up the charade. He flexed a hand as if to try...but instead he closed it once more to settle at his side. “Or perhaps you don’t. I find I’m not really sure.”

“Technically, I know nothing much beyond that I am Hythlodaeus, and that I and this city was created by you for a purpose all your own.” The shade fixed his gaze forward, leaning back in much the same manner as what Emet-Selch was doing. “But I can extrapolate quite a lot from the information I have and what I can observe.”

They sat in silence for several beats. “Well?” Emet-Selch gestured a hand in a small circle to his right, indicating the street next to them. “What do you think, then?”

Hythlodaeus made a show of looking around, in spite of what he’d said before. “An impressive feat of artistry, and quite solid for a glamour.” His mask turned towards the sky--or, well, the water high above the city. “We’re under some sort of sea, yes?”

“The ruins here made for a good foundation. The magic can hold for far longer with minimal to no effort to keep it up.” A part of him was pleased that this likeness of his old friend nodded along in places exactly like he used to. Another coldly reminded Emet-Selch that it wasn’t real, that it was just part of the false Amaurot. The first part shushed the second, if only to enjoy this moment while he could. “Even should I leave it behind, the city will last for some time afterwards. Even unappreciated, Amaurot will shine beautifully for a while yet.” 

That seemed to draw the shade’s full attention. Hythlodaeus’ mask tilted curiously, aimed at Emet-Selch’s face. “Is this a planned sort of exit?” His expression must have shown something, for the shade continued, “I ask because, whether you know it or not, you’re setting the stage for a confrontation. It’s not like you to be so cavalier about what the outcome could be, regardless of what condition you expect your opponents to be in.” 

He stared at Hythlodaeus in wonder. His subconscious had added his long-dead friend to the city, that much was for certain. But was he so observant because Emet-Selch remembered him being so, or was it because he had arrived in this replica of Amaurot from the innermost workings of his mind? Something in him wanted to stay like this, to talk and experiment until he could find the flaws in this puppet whose strings he couldn’t see. 

Alas, there were more things he needed to prepare for, as Hythlodaeus inadvertently reminded him. He should wrap up the conversation before too long. If he knew the Warriors of Darkness as well as he thought he did (and while he wasn’t always good with people, having spent centuries around them did wonders for being able to suss out behavior), they would be arriving soon enough. Given the choice between turning into monsters in front of their friends, and turning into monsters attempting to save the Crystal Exarch? Emet-Selch knew exactly what choice they would make, and what the result would be.

And yet...as he thought over his plans he realized that a kernel of doubt had indeed taken root. It was something to do with the color of their souls. Some part of him was braced, ready to see and experience the impossible. Even with his victory assured. Almost especially so.

Emet-Selch put a hand over his face with a groan. “I hate it when you’re right.”

“It’s only because it happens so often.” The smile returned to Hythlodaeus’ voice, even the grey behind his white mask showed nothing of the sort. “So. What will happen should you lose?”

He’d never consciously thought of it before, so he spoke through the steps aloud. It was something he and his friends had done with each other to work out an especially trying problem. Something that stopped when all of the other participants had gone. Sitting like this, in even a reflection of the city he loved so dearly it never left his mind for long, had brought it back. “Then our plans for the First will have failed. There won’t be an Eighth Umbral Calamity.” Thinking of Elidibus, he amended, “Or at least not from my efforts.”

“Then what will happen?”

“Well I’m sure Elidibus would have something up his sleeve.” Emet-Selch waved a hand as if to dismiss the thought when he paused. “...But he would be alone in his efforts. With Lahabrea and myself gone, he’d be the only one left unsundered.”

“A lonely existence indeed.” Hythlodaeus wouldn’t have known what an unsundered was, but he was also just as likely to pretend as if he knew what Emet-Selch was talking about if only to keep him chatting. “I might not be real, but I still can’t imagine what it would be like to be the last one left of anything. And for poor young Elidibus to be alone while his brothers were gone…”

The Emissary hadn’t been young in literal ages. Still, the idea of him facing eternity as the sole bearer of the burden of bringing back all of the lives that had been lost in ages past made Emet-Selch’s brow furrow. “...he might take revenge.”

“A reasonable conclusion.”

“I can’t be sure what form it would take, but...he doesn’t even remember why we are attempting to bring back Zodiark in the first place.” The pieces were coming together in his head. Prophecy wasn’t something he’d ever been interested in. Logically figuring out what path someone, particularly someone whom he’d come to know entirely over the millenia, was a different matter. “Even should he succeed, he wouldn’t understand the why of it.”

“So what do you propose to do about that?”

A memory struck, and Emet-Selch snapped his fingers. Thirteen colorful crystals materialized in between Ascian and shade. Each of them held the symbols of the position in the Convocation that they represented. Unlike the rest of the city, these were entirely real. He reached out for them before hesitating. Heaving a sigh, he snapped his fingers again. A fourteenth, orange crystal, settled next to Hythlodaeus. The shade picked up this one, fingering the symbol of the sun carved within it. “Memory crystals?”

“The very same. And the fourteenth, illegal, one to lead him back on the path.”

“How legal can anything be, so far away in time from when such laws were created?” Hythlodaeus mused as he pressed in both sides of the symbol at once. The crystal fell in half, leaving two even pieces in each of his hands. “And made to be certain neither would feel left out. How clever.”

He ignored what his friend was saying and spoke over him. “I’m going to erase your memory of our meeting here,” Emet-Selch tried to meet eyes that he knew didn’t exist. Hythlodaeus kept the eye contact anyway, as if sensing how serious his friend was. “Otherwise you’ll be free to roam the city as you see fit with your personality intact. I’ll leave these instructions with you should my plan fail. If I die, you must be certain these crystals make their way into the hands of the Warriors of Darkness. If they’re clever and strong enough to take me out of the picture, they’ll be ready enough to make Elidibus follow.”

“I understand.” Hythlodaeus nodded. “I hope you get some rest soon, Hades.”

“I hope so too, old friend.” Hades then snapped his fingers. Once to erase the memories of the shade of Hythlodaeus, once to return to where the Crystal Exarch was being held. 

There was much to prepare. He had no more time to waste wallowing in emotion.

[of-house-atreides]

He Said, She Said | Part 5

Summary: spicy things happen? a bit? idk

Pairing: Steven x reader x Marc | Jake x reader

Words: 2977

A/N: I've worked a total of 57 hours this week, over 48h in a row without any breaks (I'm actually still at work lol 🤪) so I apologize for whatever this is but I hope you like it! Please, remember that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there!

Warnings: mentions of murder, suicide, blood, smut, oral, piv without protection (do not do this IRL, your life isn't written by a sucky fanfic writer who doesn't want to get you pregnant cause a baby would not be good storytelling rn), suit kink? idk

18+ minors dni!

Masterlist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

They didn’t like each other. They didn’t like each other at all.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, Khonshu had appeared again to Steven and Marc and had returned their suit to them, like a temptation.

Harrow was dead, Jake had killed him, Marc’s emancipation from the moon God had been of no consequence. Well, at least he didn’t pull the trigger himself. Sort of.

Jake avoided them by all means. Neither Steven nor Marc could reach him in their mind. He only talked to you, only fronted for you, well, you and Khonshu.

Days were for Steven, evenings were for Marc, nights were for Jake.

And you loved every second of every day.

It wasn’t easy, you knew that, but it didn’t scare you away. Finding out Jake had killed Harrow had almost destroyed Marc and it had been a very long weekend for all of them to find an arrangement they could live with. Not be happy with, but could live with. Because although Marc refused to kill anymore, Jake loved to be Khonshu’s fist of vengeance.

He had seemed ready to kill Jake by any means, even if it meant killing himself. But then there was Steven. He didn’t want to hurt Steven. And he didn’t want to hurt you. He didn’t want to leave you.

You could see the agony on his face as you cleaned his bloody hand after he had punched the mirror in the bathroom while in an argument with Jake.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

That was all he could say. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He whispered it over and over again. Like it was his fault.

“You’re not responsible for Jake’s actions, Marc.”

“How can you be okay with this?” he asked. It wasn’t an accusation. He wanted to know, because he wanted the pain to go away. Because you loved him so much you were ready to forgive and forget Jake’s nightly activities, his former activities, and he wanted to accept himself as you accepted him.

“Remember when you killed… him?”

He scoffed. Of course he remembered.

“Maybe it makes me a bad person, but I’m glad you killed him. And you weren’t sad about it either, if I remember correctly.”

“He hurt you. He deserved it.”

“Exactly. Khonshu only goes after bad people, you know that.”

“I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t kill Harrow. Even though… even though that left the entire world at risk…”

“Killing isn’t easy when you’re a good person, Marc,” you said as you wrapped a bandage around his wounded knuckles. “In that moment you wanted to do good. You thought you were doing the right thing, and you were. Life is complicated Marc. Harrow might have died in that hospital, or someone might have found him and freed Ammit and more people would have died. You wanted what Khonshu and Jake wanted, to punish them for their deeds, and to stop more people from dying. You’re not so different. Nothing is forcing you to wear that suit, Marc. And if you want to, you could wear it, but it doesn’t mean you need to kill. You can protect people. Use it for good. Make amends. Until your hands feel clean. Until you feel like you’re doing some good.”

He gave you a small smile as you cupped his cheek with your hand that he covered with his.

“I don’t deserve you. You’re too good for me.”

“No, I’m not. I’m very lucky to have you. All of you.”

“Even Jake?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“All of you,” you repeated as you stepped closer. “You should get to know him better. He’s a funny guy.”

“He’s a murderer.”

“We all have our flaws,” you shrugged and he chuckled.

You tiptoed to reach his face and pressed your lips against his. He helped you, wrapping an arm around you and lifting you off your feet. A laugh escaped you, making him smile against your mouth.

“I love you,” he said, brushing your hair away from your face.

“I love you too.”

He brought you to the couch where he gently laid you down and pulled your pants and panties down your legs, making you giggle.

“Marc!”

He pressed his lips against your ankle then kissed his way up your leg and thigh. You gasped as he reached the place between your legs and his mouth found your clit, making you moan. You bit your lips at the still new sensation that it was. You’d only become intimate with them recently and Steven knew about as much as you did. But Marc, he knew what he was doing, and he aimed to please you. You quickly came undone under his skilled tongue, your orgasm having you make sounds only he could get from you.

“Oh, love, sorry about that,” Steven said as he emerged, sitting back on his knee, between your legs, as he came to replace Marc.

“Steven, baby,” you whispered as you reached for him and he leaned over to you instantly.

“I know Marc’s better at this,” he chuckled awkwardly, his hot breath reaching your face as he was inches from you. “I’ll try and get him back, just wait a second.”

“Steven, don’t you dare go anywhere,” you said as you wrapped your naked legs around his back, pulling him to you.

You fumbled with his pants for a moment before he helped you pull them down, exposing his erected length.

“Are you sure? Cause…”

“Steven,” you cut him off, “I’ll always want you.”

You slid your hands in his curls and pulled him into a hungry kiss, your mouth almost devouring his. You rolled your hips against his, hoping he’d get the message, and you could feel his hesitation. He had learnt from Marc they were quite big and he needed to get you ready for him, but there was no time for that, not for you, and you made sure to make him understand how much you wanted it, now.

A loud, long moan escaped you as he entered you. He bit his lips, trying to keep his own groan from escaping his throat. It resulted in a grunt that could have made you come again on its own.

“God…” he said as he called your name and stopped moving, making you whine.

“What?”

“We forgot…”

“What?” you urged him to finish as you squeezed your legs around him, begging him to move again.

“We forgot the condom.”

“Don’t worry about it, I want to feel you, Steven.”

“But…”

“Please, Steven, please, move.”

Steven could never refuse you, especially when you were begging him like that. You moved together, your slow pace picking up gradually as you kissed each other, on the lips, the face, the neck, the shoulder… your moans echoing inside his flat with his grunts as you grew closer to your climax.

“I’m…”

“Me too, don’t stop.”

“Are you sure? I could pull out, just say the word, love.”

“Don’t you dare, Steven Grant! Please, come, please come inside me!”

Fuck. How could he refuse you?

His face fell into your neck, a groan escaping him as he spilled himself into you, your orgasm shattering every part of you as you buried your face into his shoulder.

“I love you,” he said between two heavy breaths.

“I love you too, Steven,” you replied before you kissed his cheek. “I’ll always love you.”

***

Marc was done with the vigilante life. He left it all to Jake. Steven wouldn’t say no to protect some innocents and save some people but Marc wouldn’t allow it. Too dangerous. And it was a slippery slope. Anything could happen during a fight. Killing someone was too easy, especially with the suit’s powers.

“I could be an Avenger,” Steven said one night as you were lying in bed together.

You smiled. “Yeah. Mr. Knight sounds like a great name for an Avenger.”

“I know right!” he beamed at you, making you chuckle.

“What does Khonshu think?” you asked and he grimaced.

“I don’t want to ask him. I’d be very happy never to see that old pigeon again.”

“Can’t he… can’t he hear you?” you whispered, Steven insulting the God making you worry.

“Nah, he’s not here. He only comes for Jake now.”

“Well, good,” you sighed. You weren’t too sure how to feel about living around a God. “Steven,” you called in a murmur, biting your lower lip.

“Yeah?”

“Can you um… could you… you know… show me the suit again?”

He sat up suddenly, your request taking him by surprise. You could see his excitement on his face. Steven heard Marc chuckle inside his head.

“You wanna see the suit again?” he asked, remembering well what had happened the first time you saw it.

“Please?”

“Yeah,” he nodded as he moved to kneel before you.

Almost instantly the shiny white suit came to replace his dark blue sleepwear and you reached for him with a frown on your face.

“Wait, you went too fast!”

“What do you mean?” he gave you a confused look.

“Do it again, take it off.”

He chuckled, confused, thinking you were joking. But he could see from the look on your face you weren’t joking at all.

”O-okay,” he shrugged.

You watched intensely as the suit unwrapped itself from him to reveal his blue sweater. It was fascinating, the way the fabric came from nowhere and returned to nowhere. You wondered how it worked. You tried to catch a glimpse of the magic as he summoned the suit again. It was the most mind boggling thing you had ever seen. And there was just something about Steven kneeling before you in that fancy suit.

“Fuck, Steven,” you breathed out as you rose on your knees.

“Fuck?” he echoed, surprised to hear you say that word for the first time, watching with wide eyes as you quickly seized his face and crashed your lips onto his.

He placed his hands on your waist as you moved to straddle his lap, your hands sliding in his curls, your tongue invading his mouth. He moaned against your lips as they kissed his with demanding passion.

“Here we go again,” Marc chuckled. “I wonder how she’ll react to my suit.”

“You refused to show it to her, amigo.”

“Who’s asking you? Get out of here.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. She really liked my suit.”

“What?!” Steven blurted out suddenly, startling you, making you yelp and jump and fall off the bed. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.”

He quickly came to you and helped you up, calling your name as he apologized.

“What the hell Steven?”

“Sorry, it’s just… Jake said something…”

“You’re talking to Jake while we’re making out?” you complained, pushing him off you.

“I wasn’t doing the talking!”

“Well, what did he say?” you asked with a sigh as you rubbed your shoulder and sat with him on the bed.

“He said… he said you really liked his suit.”

“So?”

Steven pouted, and although you could see he was a bit angry, you could also see he looked ashamed.

“Are you… are you sleeping with Jake too?”

You frowned. “I thought you knew.”

“Oh,” he nodded, taking your answer for a yes.

“I’m not sleeping with Jake, baby,” you clarified as you cupped his cheek with your hand. “You should know I wouldn’t keep it a secret.”

“But, he said…”

“Well, he did… something… you know… but um… I thought you knew, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“What did he do? Did he hurt you?”

“No! Steven, no. Jake wouldn’t hurt me, you know that!”

“I don’t know! I don’t know him!”

“Baby, stop worrying,” you told him as you pulled him towards you, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“Is he better?” he mumbled, so low you almost made him repeat it.

“Better?”

“He’s better, right? At this?” he said, gesturing to the bed.

“I wouldn’t know. I told you, I haven’t slept with him.”

“Yet…”

You frowned. Now he was starting to piss you off.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean… Jake is better, they’re both better than me. At everything. They’re more experienced, at this, at life! I feel so… inadequate…”

“Oh, Steven. I told you. You’re perfect.”

He scoffed, looking down at his hands resting on his lap. You frowned. There was something so wrong about the sad look on his face. So wrong. Especially with the suit on.

“Come here,” you said as you made him sit back against the pillows.

You straddled his lap and loosened his white tie before sliding your hands down his silken shirt to his pants. You felt his bulge under you and you rolled your hips against him, earning a whimper from him.

“I don’t like it when you doubt my love for you, Steven.”

“I’m sorry…”

You leaned forward, brushed your nose against his before grazing your lips against his cheek, down into his neck, where you started to kiss his skin.

“She’s gonna make you pay for all that, amigo,” Jake laughed. Steven tried to ignore it.

“You look so good, baby,” you whispered in his ear as your hand slid under the fabric of his pants and reached for his length. He groaned under your touch. “Take off my panties, Steven, I know you’re strong enough.”

He did as you asked, ripping apart the soaked fabric, the only thing you were wearing under Marc’s large shirt. He felt you smile against his skin.

He called your name and you bit his earlobe, making him whine, biting his own lip. You leaned back, settling to align yourself with him, bringing the tip of his erection to your entrance.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you’re enough, just on your own?” you asked him as you rubbed him against you, stroking his length a few times, but never allowing him inside you.

“I’m sorry,” he whined.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

“Not as much as I love you.”

You smiled at him as you grabbed the collar of his jacket as you sank down on him. A shudder rolled through him as his large length penetrated your tight walls and you made an irresistible sound of pleasure as he slowly entered you.

“Move then, Steven,” you told him as you took his gloved hands and brought them to your naked sides. You loved the feeling of them on your skin. “You’re in charge, just move.”

He did as you asked, his first movement having him reach deeper into you, getting a gasp out of you. You placed one hand on his shoulder, your fingers gripping at his suit, the other covering one of his. You liked it like this, you could see him in all his superhero glory, and you could see his face, in complete awe of you, more perhaps as you were of him, and you could see his eyes, devouring you, all of you, even the sounds he got from you.

You rolled your hips together, moving together, working together, perhaps with the same harmony he and Marc had had when they fought for their afterlife and then proceeded to save the world. It was different with Marc. Marc was in charge of your making love, for several reasons. One, he was more experienced than you, and you trusted him with every touch. Two, because he liked being in charge. And three, because you liked him being in charge. But with Steven, it was different. Steven needed reassurance, just like you did, but you were more than happy to give it to him. You would do anything for Steven, to keep him from being sad or hurt. You would be strong for him, like Marc was strong for him, and you. Like Jake was strong for both of them, even if they couldn’t see that yet.

And maybe the day will come when you’ll be able to share such a moment with all three of them. Maybe one day they’ll love each other as they loved you. But until then you were more than happy to love them separately, to keep that boundary for them, and with them. Brothers, or friends, you didn’t care how they would come to define their love for one another, as long as they got along, as long as they were happy, together, even without you. Because if there was one thing they agreed on, it was you. It was the only thing they agreed on. The only thing they had in common. And that broke your heart.

Steven called your name as he felt you twitch around him and you nodded, silently letting him know you were as close as he was. You brought your hand to his shirt and tore it open, the buttons falling onto his stomach as you moved your palm on his bare hard chest, feeling his heartbeat through his skin.

“God, Steven,” you panted as you admired him. You couldn’t wait for him to fill you up again, you had been craving it ever since that day on the couch. “Baby,” you begged and whined and it was as if he had completely forgotten about his own pleasure as he focused on you, on your face, on that desperate look in your eyes and he pushed into you again and again until you cried out and shattered above him completely. Your climax, or rather your reaction to it, the way you looked and the way you sounded, triggered his own. You sobbed as he spilled himself into you, and you leaned forward, dropping onto his chest, leaving you shaking in his arms.

“Bien hecho, amigo!”

“Oh, bugger off, you!”

“Damn… she really really likes that suit… I should reconsider showing her mine…”

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[shorkbrian]

hirhuuruhurr step bro shinsou with his sister that loveD him before but now doesn't because they all of sudden ignores him, hates him, and sneers at him if he looks, touches or talks to her, maybe he even brings up how when they were kids she used to love her big brother so much ahurhurhuiirurhurrr if hating shinsou would be a job stepsis reader would be the richest person alive hurhrurhurr😳

Prelude - idek what this is im so sorry man hope it doesn’t disappoint

Pairing -  Stepbrother Shinsou X Reader

Prompt -  Right at the top babeyy

Warnings - NSFW, noncon, dubcon, blowjobs, cunnilingous, full on NSFW

Music - I listened to https://youtu.be/N8aSrLda8_Q on repeat. Doesn’t really fit the one shot but It’s what I listened to so 

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You were careful now, took precautions. You had a list of rules that you kept track of in your head, rules that kept you safe, rules that kept you sane. There weren’t many, but you clung to them nonetheless, let them be your mantra.

1. Never be alone in the same room. This one seemed easy. It was anything but.  Always hovering and clinging to your mom had annoyed her after a while, and your dad was almost never home. But you managed the best you could. If you were in the kitchen and heard Shinsou say hi to your mom as he came through the door, headed for the kitchen, you would abandon ship. Leaving half-prepared food on the counters had gotten you in trouble a couple times, but you’d rather get scolded for a minute or two than get cornered by your stepbrother.  

2. Always lock your door. Your mom didn’t understand why you broke down in tears when she denied your request to get a lock on your bedroom door.  Thankfully, she backtracked, saying that if it was so important to you, dad would pick one up and install it that weekend. It made you feel better, even though you could never shake the feeling that you weren’t completely safe.   

3. Don’t let him touch you. The most important of them all. No hugs, no high-fives. If you were sitting on the couch and Shinsou happened to sit next to you, you would immediately get up and move to a different seat. Your parents were oblivious, never questioned why.  At the dinner table you started sitting next to your dad, where mom usually sat, instead of next to your stepbrother. Once again, your parents didn’t notice, though your mom had commented on your more-sour-than-normal moods multiple times.  

She picked up on your refusal to be around your brother, how your face twisted into a frown whenever he got home from working at the carwash, the way you stiffened and got defensive if he was in the room. She chalked it up to a fight, siblings being siblings.

You wish it had been that simple.

It had been a fight, sort-of. You had tried to playfully punch him at first, when he dragged you to his room without telling you why.  Shinsou probably just wanted to play video games or something, maybe he had gotten a new game and was excited about showing you? 

But when he shut the door behind you two, he got rougher, grip tighter. He led you to the bed, asked you to sit down. You did. He asked you to suck him off, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper of his jeans.

It was vague, you tried not to remember  the details. You had hit him, punched him straight in the stomach, rising to your feet. He wasn’t expecting you to kick him between the legs. You weren’t expecting for him to hit you back, the force of his slap making you lose your balance, totter back and sit down heavily on the bed, face burning red.  It hurt.

It didn’t stop hurting.

It hurt when he pulled your hair, guiding your mouth to his cock. You didn’t want to taste it, didn’t want anything to do with it. You didn’t like the smell, his pubes were scratchy on your face as he rubbed his cock over your face when you refused to part your lips. 

It hurt when Shinsou got tired of that, when he shoved you onto your back and straddled your chest. You couldn’t breathe.

It hurt when he pinched your nose, forcing you to open your mouth or risk passing out.

Tears were clouding your vision by the time he finished,  lungs burning, heart hurting.

No matter how hard you tried to forget, the memory was still there, was always there; consuming, haunting you.

——

You could barely stand to look at him now. 

The purple-haired man acted as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t forced his cock down your throat, as if he hadn’t violated your trust. You hated him.  He would try to talk to you, ask you how school was going or if you wanted to go hang out at the movies. If yours parents were in the room, you always gave him a curt “No”, but if it was just the two of you, Shinsou asking you through the locked door of your room, his questions were met with silence.  Your stepbrother didn’t deserve anything from you.

Weeks passed, with Shinsou trying to interact with you and your blatant refusal to even acknowledge his presence. He had tried to pull you into a hug one day, right after you had gotten home from class. You had just come through the door, turning to shuck off your shoes before heading up to your room when arms encircled your chest, pulling you back into a lithe body. It was suffocating. 

The second you saw purple hair out of the corner of your eye, you were thrashing, twisting in your brother’s strong grip, wriggling out of his grasp.  He had let you go, and you turned, rounded on him like a wild animal - teeth bared, eyes full of fear.

Shinsou was silent, looking at you with an indiscernible emotion in his eyes. The both of you were frozen, staring at each other, daring one another to make the first move. Your brother reached out towards you, hand headed toward your hair as if to push the messy strands away from your face. You slapped his hand away with a flat “Don’t you fucking touch me.”, but your wrists were suddenly pressed together, Shinsou’s large hands trapping them in an iron grip, pulling you towards him before you had time to blink.

It was scary, pressed up against your brother, wrists immobilized, the man looking down at you with furrowed brows. Was he angry? He had no right to be.  Without thinking, you were biting on his arm, a exclamation of pain being cursed out by your brother. He let you go, cradling his arm to his chest and you bolted, taking the steps two at a time to reach the safety of your room. He didn’t try to touch you after that.

Shinsou lingered more often now. You knew the man would hesitate outside your door, hear his gentle, even footsteps falter, pause before moving on to his own room further down the hall. When you were drifting off to sleep, your doorknob would rattle quietly, clicking as it turned, as someone tried to open it. You knew it was Shinsou; your parents would knock and ask to come in. You were so grateful for the lock. Still, whenever the noise was heard, you froze, fear clenching your muscles and making you breathless. It was impossible to relax until the noise stopped, until you heard the soft sigh from the other side of the door, then retreating footsteps. 

It was always hard to sleep after that. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?

—— “Alright honey, you have our numbers, you know to call if anything comes up! I love you!”

You waved to your mom, biting your lip as you watched your parents pull out of the driveway, watched their car disappear down the road. They were going on a trip, something with your dad’s work.  Mom figured it would be a nice little getaway if she went with him, take some time just for the two of them. You knew she also figured that it would give you and your brother to work out whatever little ‘squabble’ that had seemed to sour your relationship. She had told you so,  told you that  she knew how siblings could be. 

“You two just need to communicate, tell him what he said or did that has you so upset. He’s a rational guy, I’m sure he didn’t mean to make you angry with him. I’m sure the two of you can work it out.”

If only she knew. 

You wanted to tell her. But how does one start a conversation like that? “Hey, just letting you know! Your son forced me to suck his dick! It was awful lol.” Just didn’t seem appropriate. Neither did “Your son scares the bejesus out of me! I’m afraid he’s going to rape me lol, please help haha!”.  You were so ashamed. And now you were going to be stuck with Shinsou, by yourself, for a full two weeks. 

At least you still had school. You could stay in your room when you weren’t at school, maybe you could hang out at the library too? Anything to get out of the house, away from your brother.

Shinsou had work, and you knew the basics of his schedule. Knew he left before you woke up in the morning. Got back around 3 or 4 in the afternoon. Was off Friday through Sunday.  It should be easy enough to avoid him. He was gone right now, it being mid-morning on a Monday.  Stepping back into the house, you took a deep breath, sinking down to a crouch after shutting the door. You could do this, stay safe, make it through the next two weeks without your parents around to act as a buffer between you and your brother.   

—— You had just finished lunch, a simple affair of a crappy PB&J, and were sitting down to watch TV. There were some episodes of your favorite show that you wanted to catch up on, and now was the perfect time. Or, it would be if you didn’t hear keys rattling in the door. 

 A quick glance at the clock had you worried, the time being barely past 1. Shinsou wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Oh well, you figured you could just go hole up in your room, maybe work on homework or play computer games. As you turned off the TV, you heard the front door open, close, a soft grunt as Shinsou struggled to kick off his shoes. 

Unfortunately, to get to the stairs you had to pass by the entryway, and the second you did, Shinsou noticed you.

“(Y/N), hey.”

You didn’t answer.

“I know you can hear me. Can I talk to you about something?”

He was following you up the steps, a menacing presence.  “Shouldn’t you be at work? Leave me alone.”  You were in the hallway now, socked feet padding softly as you quickened your pace.

“I’m getting two weeks off. I wanted to ask-“

“Why the hell are you getting two weeks off?”

You whirled around, bracing yourself in your doorway. If he tried to come in, you could slam the door in his face. But you wanted to know, why was he getting a vacation, especially now?

Shinsou had his hands in his pockets, looking off to the side as he shrugged. “I dunno…. Don’t really care either. But I was thinking, since mom and dad are gone-“

“I’m not doing anything, going anywhere, or talking to you. Stay the fuck away from me.”  You  cut him off, moving to shut the door, mind whirling as you tried to think how this impacted your ‘avoid-Shinsou-at-all-costs’ plan.

A foot stopped the door from closing, Shinsou grabbing the door with a hand and wrenching it open, out of your grasp. He looked frustrated, the small crease that showed up between his eyebrows when he was irritated was visible as you glanced at his face.

“Can you let me talk? You keep interrupting, it’s rude.”

“I don’t fucking care, let go of the door.” You grabbed the handle, tried to tug it shut. Shinsou wouldn’t let you.

“That’s another thing - you have such a dirty mouth. Didn’t anybody ever teach you that ladies shouldn’t swear? Your manners are atrocious.”

He was prying open the door, stepping inside, sneering down at you as he talked, voice low and full of venom. Small steps backward, you shot him a glare, staring into his stupid violet eyes. You hated him so much.

“Fuck off, what are you, an incel? Figures.  Now get the hell out of my room.”  Shinsou was scaring you, herding you further into your room. You wanted this conversation over, him gone, door closed and locked. 

The man smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.  “Or what? You’ll call mom? Dad?” Shinsou scoffed. “As if they’d believe you.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Y’know, I really did just want to talk.” Shinsou continued, reaching behind him to swing the door shut, clicking the lock into place. You started breathing harder, short gasping breaths. “But you are just have to be difficult, don’t you? Always so disrespectful.”

He was stepping towards you, backing you up against your bed. This couldn’t be happening, you were starting to feel sick to your stomach, dizzy, unable to breathe.

 “Shinsou, get out. Get the fuck out, right now.” You hoped you sounded less scared than you felt - but you knew your voice sounded small, could hear the waver of fear underneath each word.

“No. You’ve been avoiding me for weeks now, not saying hi, not letting me hug you, sit next to you.  I think you need to be taught some manners, need to learn a little respect.”   

You were trapped now, legs pressed against your bed, Shinsou getting closer and closer. You couldn’t just sit there and take it like last time. A split-second decision and you were launching yourself to the side, trying to dodge around Shinsou, run to the door. If you could get out of the house, maybe you could convince your neighbors to let you stay with them.

Shinsou clotheslined you.

He fucking clotheslined you.

A choked yelp left your mouth as his arm slammed against your throat, the force causing you to stumble back, gripping at your throat. That was cheap. He was pushing you, shoving you onto your bed with almost no effort, his eyes boring into you, watching as your face turned red, eyes got puffy. 

“Don’t make me hurt you, you know I can.”

“Shinsou don’t you fucking dar-“

“Shut up. Shut your stupid little mouth.” He cut you off, climbing onto your bed, hovering over you. He was breathing hard too, panting almost. “You need to be polite, be nice to your older brother. Stop cussing or else I’ll gag you, got it?”

Shinsou was grabbing your face, fingers digging into your jaw, the pressure too much for you to handle. There was no use fighting him. You nodded quickly, and he let go, leaning back. “Good. Now take off your shirt.”

Trying to think of a way out of this, you hesitated. The purple-haired man noticed. “Take off your shirt, or I’ll do it for you. Choose.”

With trembling hands, you removed your shirt. You hated him.

Shinsou was still sitting on his heels beside you on the bed, looking over your body, pleased. “Good girl. Now lay back, no no, don’t cover yourself. Lay down.”

You did as he asked, resting your back against the soft covers of your bed. You distantly realized you were going to have to throw out your bedding after this. There was no way you’d be able to sleep in it after this, even if you washed it. 

Your brother stood, unbuckling his belt and shucking off his pants while you arranged yourself, and you looked away. You didn’t want to see him, see what he had between his legs. Yeah, It had been in your mouth, but you tried to forget about that.  It threw you off guard when hands hooked around the hem of your shorts, your head whipping up to see Shinsou fully nude, sliding down your shorts and panties in one fluid movement. You wanted to kick at his face, give him a black eye. You would, if you weren’t terrified of what he would do to you after. 

The man climbed back on the bed, patted your face gently as he moved to straddle your abdomen. You closed your eyes before you caught sight of his dick.

“Shinsou, don’t do this. You can’t, I’m your sister. Please.” It was worth a shot, begging him to leave you alone, put his clothes back on and the two of you could pretend this never happened.

“Be quiet. Let me enjoy you and I’ll make you feel good too, alright?”

You flinched when you felt his hands (they were always so cold) grip your chest, push your tits together. When he spat on the space between them, you almost gagged. Eyes still closed, you could feel him position his dick, begin sliding it in-between your chest. It didn’t hurt, but your head did. You wanted to stop.

Shinsou groaned, thrusting picking up speed, his cock dragging smoothly between your tits like it belonged there. He was using his hands not only to squeeze your chest together, but to play with your nipples, running a finger or two around each one, occasionally flicking them. You wouldn’t allow yourself to admit it felt kinda good. 

It didn’t take too long, Shinsou desperately humping against your chest and moaning, before warm cum was striped across your chest, some of it landing on your neck. He must’ve been pent up for while - when he made you suck him off he lasted much longer.  With a sigh, Shinsou shimmied down your body, noticing your flinch when his cock brushed against your stomach. 

“I’m gonna clean you up, then we’ll play some more, don’t worry.”

You hated him.

Your eyes opened when you felt his tongue on your chest, and you realized with disgust that he was licking up his own cum, watching your face while he did so. It was filthy. You tried not to shiver when his tongue laved over your nipples, or when he latched onto your throat, sucking with a gentle intensity that made your insides tingle.

Before you had too much time to feel guilty about that, He was moving again, getting off of your body. Hopefully he was done? As he rearranged himself on his side, pulling you onto your side to face him, it was clear that he wasn’t. Shinsou had his semi-hard cock in your face, had his own face nudging towards your thighs, towards your trembling pussy.  This was so disgusting. 

“Shin-“ 

He slapped your pussy.

You yelped when his hand came in contact with your cunt, making you buck away from the sensation. Well, at least, you tried to. His other hand had a firm grip on your thigh, kept you on your side facing him.

“What have I told you? Do I really need to shove something in your mouth to shut you up? Put me in your mouth, no teeth or I’ll do something you won’t like.”

With a frown, you obeyed, gingerly grabbing his cock and leading it to your mouth. You had seen a few dicks before, and luckily his wasn’t crazy thick, or long, or thin. Admittedly, he had a nice, normal dick, in perfect proportion with his lean body. You didn’t want to put it in your mouth, but you didn’t want anything to happen to your pussy. 

His dick was wet with spit and cum from where he was fucking it against your chest, and you wanted to gag as you licked at the tip, shuddering when Shinsou groaned low in his throat. Before you could think about it too much, you shoved as much of him in your mouth as you could handle, wrapping your hand around the rest that couldn’t fit.

Shinsou’s hips bucked forward, and you almost did gag, not expecting it. But you regained your composure, began sucking gently at his dick like it was a ring-pop, cringing at the salty taste that lingered on the soft skin.

You could feel him lifting up your thigh, leaning forward. You jumped when His tongue began running over your pussy lips, slicking you up with his saliva. Your own hips twitched, trying to resist moving at the heavenly sensation of his tongue running through your folds.

He was moaning into your pussy, tongue fucking you. You could feel him smile whenever he coaxed a noise out of you - could feel the vibrations of each gasp or trembling moan on his dick as you did your best to suck him off. It was becoming increasingly hard to keep your hips still, much more so when his tongue slipped out of your opening and came to flick over your clit. 

Embarrassingly, you almost screamed when he wrapped his lips around the little nub, sucking with vigor. It was too much, you had to draw your head back and let his dick slip out of your mouth to give you room to cry.

He kept humming while he sucked, and before you knew it, you were cumming, hands still clutched tightly against his dick while you trembled and wailed through your orgasm.  It took a moment for the aftershocks to leave you, before Shinsou relented in his talented licking and sucking. He drew back, sat up - his fully-hard dick slipped out of your hands. You hadn’t even realized you were still holding onto it. 

“Felt good, yeah? What do we say when someone does something nice for us?”

Still trying to come down from cloud nine, you weren’t really listening. You came crashing back down to earth when Shinsou reached forward,  grabbed your jaw again, squeezing even tighter this time.

“What do we say? Tell me.” His was growling, irritated at your lack of manners. His grip was so tight that it hurt to open your mouth to reply, hurt to whisper out a stuttered “Thank you Shinsou.”. It hurt on the inside too.

Satisfied with you answer, your brother released your face, cooing as he again shifted on the bed. He grabbed you, flipped you onto your stomach, despite the way you whispered out soft “no, no, no.”’s as he did so.  You had hoped he would be done after he came on your chest, had hoped he would leave after making you reach your own orgasm.  

He was kneeling behind you, grabbed one of your legs and lifted it into the air, twisting your lower body so your hips were sideways. Shinsou lined his cock up with your pussy, not even letting you breathe before he began pushing in. It didn’t hurt, but you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm. He was gentle at first, your brother fucking you with care and a gentleness that had you crying. Why was he doing this, any of it? Why couldn’t he find someone else, anyone else other than his sister? 

It started hurting when his pace picked up, his hips grinding into you quickly, skin slapping together lewdly. You tried not to speak, tried not to let the gasps and moans and whimpers leave your lips. Shinsou was likewise quiet, enjoy the sounds of your lovemaking with his eyes closed. His hands were still so cold, gripping your leg and holding it in the air, the other wrapped around your hip, lifting you so his cock could hammer into you at the perfect height.

He was fucking into you so fast, you couldn’t think, could barely breathe. It was impossible to hold on to the disgust, the revulsion that crawled up your throat when you remembered who it was that was working your pussy so well. It felt good, his cock sliding through the wet of your pussy, the friction smooth and delicous and -

You whimpered as you came, hands clawing at the sheets, writhing in Shinsou’s hold.  Your brother didn’t stop, although he groaned when he felt your pussy clenching down on his cock, rhythmically massaging the length. Instead, Shinsou kept his fast pace, despite how you wailed and babbled and twitched, asking him to “Stop, stop! Shinsou, stop stop I can’t!”

“Remember what I said about manners?” His was panting hard, voice low. “You don’t get anything until you say please.”

“Please! Shinsou please, please stop! Please-“

He was still jackrabbiting into you, ruthlessly pounding you into the mattress. Was he listening? You had said please.

“Shinsou! Please oh please I can’t-“ With a disgruntled huff (he was hesitant to leave your tight warmth), Shinsou pulled out, dropping his hold on your lower body. Within seconds, he had his hands around his cock, stripping it furiously over you, eyes never leaving your sweaty, heaving form.

“Say “Thank you Shinso”. Say it. Tell me how grateful you are.”

“T-thank you Shinsou.” You sniffed, trying not to sob. You knew he wanted you to say more, but that was going to have to be good enough.

The man groaned, his hips humping his cock into his hand before he squeezed his eyes shut, and he then was cumming. It shot out of his cock and onto you, over your hip and the flesh of your backside, his hips still working.

When he was finished, Shinsou collapsed onto your bed next to you, breathing hard.

“(Y/N)….” HIs voice cracked. “(Y/N).” He tried again. “You’re…. That was really good. Thank you.”  He leaned towards you, placed a chaste kiss on your cheek. You shoved down the need to recoil from his touch.

You hated him.

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BLOOD BOUNDARIES - Enhypen OT7 Fanfic (ch.5)

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genre: vampire au, romance, drama, mystery, thriller

note: written inspired by enhypen's storyline, given-taken lyrics & teasers. please keep in mind all members are apart of this fanfic and the main theme is mystery/drama!

P.S Niki and Sunoo's roles become bigger in later chapters :) sorry I took 2 weeks to update. School + new enhypen teasers made me alter the story now jesus their lore is confusingly interesting. Didn't proofread half of this chapter LOL. Happy readings <3

"Well now that everyone is here, I'd like to announce we have a new student who just transferred here." Your eyes were immediately drawn to the student's platinum blonde hair. Despite his sharp and charismatic face, his eyes were delicate and innocent. He had an exceptionally small face and a sunkissed skin tone. The new student snapped himself around so that the entire classroom got a good look at him, "Hello, my name is Park Jongseong or Jay, call me whatever you feel." He bowed slightly, his voice having a cool ring that played over in your head.

"Everybody please welcome Jay to our astronomy class. Lend him any of our previous notes because midterms are coming up and I'd appreciate as a teacher if you guys helped him catch up before our long weekend coming up in two weeks." Your teacher gave a warm smile, nodding in such a way that made the rest of the class nod with her.

Without a student saying a word, everyone's eyes followed him as he took a seat at a desk a couple of rows in front of you.

You stared at him tirelessly, barely listening as your teacher rambled off-topic. You noticed Jay often stared out at the crying sky that occasionally flickered with lightning. His eyes focused intently on the woods. You were sure you weren't the only one who was interested in the new boy as you frequently caught other students glancing over at him every few seconds. Jay carried an attractive and dark aura that clearly contrasted from the crowd. Both girls and boys stared at him not because of his pretty face but because he was far different from the new students who had joined your school mid-semester.

The class flew by for you because of Jay until a simple but intriguing question was purposed by the teacher, "Bonus marks today if anyone can guess when the next full moon is." she lifted her eyes off the projector for a few moments, waiting for answers to come sailing.

"Saturday?" Somebody from the front called out, followed by numerous answers that ranged between the second week to the fourth week of the month.

"Come on now. Don't blurt out, give others chances to guess. Jay why don't you guess?" Your teacher questioned welcomingly, expecting no answer from him.

He leaned back in his chair, scraping the non-writing end of his ballpen on his thumb, "November 30." A gentle sound of thunder playing perfectly when he said the answer; like some sort of scene out of a comic.

"Ding ding ding!" Your teacher switched to a PowerPoint slide with the new unit name bolded, "I know this isn't part of the curriculum but I got it approved by the head of the school." She took a breath, giving students time to comprehend what was presented in front of them. "Our next unit will be looking deeper at the moon. More specifically, we'll be looking at both the sciency and non-sciency sides of this topic. And before anyone asks; no, you don't need to believe in astrology or superstitions to understand the non-sciency material. It's just very fascinating because it connects to many cultures." Your attention was now far away from Jay. You were enthusiastic about a topic for once in the class.

"And looks like we're running out of time." Your teacher's wrist clock blocking her eyes. "That's it for today's class everyone! I'll have your projects marked for next class, I promise! Have a good day." She said while shutting off the projector.

You slid all your handouts into your binder, not bothering to align the three-hole punches of the papers to their designated rings.

"Y/N before you go, do you mind helping out Jay? Today or tomorrow?" Your teacher stopped you on your way out.

"Like lend him my notes?"

"Yep! I just forgot to ask but he just left so you might be able to catch up to him. Maybe ask if he's got the notes yet."

You waved your goodbyes and chased the new boy down, his uniquely blonde hair standing out from the hallway of heads. You picked up the pace to catch up with his swift steps when you caught him chatting with Sunghoon and Jaeyun. Your feet froze straight down in their place.

Were they new friends? Or perhaps they were old friends?

You weren't going to bother talking to Jay as you already knew what kind of funny business would come up if you did. You could only watch them swing and lean their arms against each other in a close and friendly way. The picture was becoming more and more clear to you as to what kind of association Jay had with Sunghoon and Jaeyun perhaps even Heeseung, Sunoo or Jungwon.

...

You throw yourself violently over your thick mattress after finishing a long study and homework session at your dorm. The session wasn't productive but the time you spent surrounded by your schoolwork made it feel that way. Your dorm was awfully quiet that afternoon as your dormmates had music rehearsals for their extracurriculars. Nana had told you to come by the music rooms around a quarter past five when their practice was over to go down to the dining hall and have dinner but you couldn't think of a way to kill your remaining hour alone.

Phones were forbidden in your school and you often felt uncontrollably alone and bored with your thoughts during your free time. You could only lay tangled in your bed with your half progressed work in the corner of your eye. You shift on one side to watch your wide-open binder until you got some burst of motivation to finish studying until an idea hits you.

After eyeing your handouts from your astronomy class, you decide to hit the library and do some reading to get a little advanced in the class. Sure you could study for your other class but the sudden idea was far more worth your time in your mind. You quickly twirl out of your room, clearing your desk while you're at it. Excitedly, you hop into your shoes and head straight for the library. You were put in a good mood as you skipped along the long journey to the bookhouse.

The library was moderately packed as you don't bother to recognize any faces there. You get deja vu as you trail the same path you did when Sunghoon and Kyungeun were around. Sliding between the thin space between the bookshelves once again, you search for the section related to the moon, feeling dizzy at the sight of books your school owned. You could've made your life easier by asking the librarian but you were confident you could find it on your own. You move up and down the aisles as you catch a glimpse of theoretical and astrology related books that sit next to a couple of history books.

Backing up, you awkwardly bend your knees forward to get a better look at the small selection of books under the genre. You peel a random book spine out from its tight spot as if it had never been taken out before. You dust off the book a bit, reading the wordless cover and open it to check if it was really related to any sort of astronomy as you find a much stranger subject being discussed.

"Finding everything alright?" The librarian comes by, pushing a kart from the other end of the shelves. "I-I'm looking for books related to the moon." You say, standing up and forgetting you still had the old book in hand.

"The scientific information is just on the other side of this shelf but the section you were just looking at has some interesting stuff that might be related." The librarian stuffed herself in between the shelves to get toward you.

"Yeah, I noticed... This book I just picked up was talking about vampires." You laugh a little as you hold it up.

"Ah, that book..." She paused, snatching the book out of your hands to examine it, "I read this before... It relates to astrology. I think there are some parts of the book that go into detail about the moon, you should give it a read."

"Is this book just theoretical research about vampires though?" You were unconvinced with the idea.

"Yeah, real or not, our school grounds and the neighbouring town are talked about in the book. Apparently many years ago this place used to be a hotspot for vampires."  She looked you dead in the eyes.

"Do you think the information is true?" You questioned with deep curiosity upon her answer.

"Some information in there is haunting. I think vampires did exist." She said with some sort of distress beginning to seep into her face.

Shivers ran down your spine, if she was just trying to sell you the book, it was working damn well on you.

"I'll leave you be, no need to sign out the book, nobody ever takes it out so I trust you'll return it." And with that said, she left you cold with mystery as the book between your fingers stared at you with big round eyes.

You shake back to reality, checking your wrist just to find out your time has vanished. You shift your priorities to getting to the music department, throwing the book into your bag without much thought.

...

The sun was already going down around the afternoon as the days got shorter with autumn blossoming. You're standing between rooms full of beautiful voices and instruments, peering through every window attached to a door in an attempt to find your roommates. The issue was the widows didn't give much of a view as to who was in the rooms. But your ears were drawn to a gentle piano that played a bittersweet melody beneath the louder sounds of people singing in a harmonious glee. As you move in the forward direction of the hallway, the piano gets clearer to your ears. It became clear that the sound was coming out of a room with its door wide open. Your back attached it to the wall in fear of being seen as slide yourself until you meet the spine of the door where you could see into the shadowy room.

Your eyes lit up when they see a familiar platinum blondie behind the keys. The melody was enchanting and was played in such a personal way as the sounds escaped into the noisy environment where it hoped to go unheard. Jay had reached the final notes of his song as he turned his head in your direction. It was as if he knew of your present from the moment you started watching him from the doorway.

[hannie-dul-set]

who in svt would agree to platonically kiss you

maybe you're a writer and would want to know how it feels to have peppered swipes of love gently sprinkling your face for the piece you're trying to write. or maybe you're trying to fake having a boyfriend to get your ex off your ass. or maybe you're just weird and/or read too much fanfiction and hope for your own 100k f2l love story with your best friend. whatever your dumb reason is, here's a list of who will agree, who will smack you upside in the face, and who will permanently delete you from his contacts!! let's find out!!

seungcheol: dude he'd agree to (platonically) marry you in order to get your nosy relatives off your ass for being single for so long. just give him a signal and he'd be ready to make out in the middle of a bunch of greasy bodies in a club just to get some weirdo to fuck off because duh?? that's what friends do?? right??? | rating: 9/10 minus one point simply because he'd probably fall in love with you and that would ruin the platonic bit.

jeonghan: "about time you gave in, babe ;))" a little shit. would tease you relentlessly about your apparent, subconscious desire to punch him for him. angel is all talk though, because once you're already inches away from him, he'd panic and chicken out because holy fuck ahaha this shouldn't happen. pulls away from you last minute. would tell you your breath stank of cilantro as a cover up | rating: 3/10 he's a fucking loser don't even try.

joshua: he'd laugh, crinkling his nose and say wow that would be wild haha, but proceed to ignore you. he may have turned into the bare-armed, testosterone monster that he is now, but joshua still wouldn't want to kiss anyone he isn't in a relationship with. that's what his mother taught him and he isn't gonna disobey her cause of you. maybe try asking him out first <33 | rating: 1/10 the one is there because wow you might get him as your boyfriend.

junhui: sorry, but jun would ask you first. you'd be sitting in his living room, watching netflix at god knows what the fuck am and he'd be like "hey. movie's boring. wanna make out?" and you'd be like sure until all of a sudden oops you're not only platonically kissing anymore wow what a slip up | rating: 10/10 you're both a matchmade in horny heaven.

soonyoung: look. soonyoung is wild. soon is down for anything. soonie will probably stab himself with a fork just because you told him he can't. but that's the thing— he'd only do it if it was a challenge. ask him to kiss you because you've been lying to your friends that you had a boyfriend and they wanted evidence? his cheeks will start flaring. tell him "oh i that's fine. i knew you'd be too much of a pussy to agree" then damn you've just unleashed the tiger | rating: 6/10 because of the extra effort you have to put in.

wonwoo: jeon is a simple man. he is a classy man. a simple "no" without even looking at your direction is the only thing you're getting from him. you'd whine, telling him please— i wanna write this story for one of my classes perfectly and the main guy is a nerd and you're the only loser i know. he'd close the book he was reading, leaning into your face ever so slowly, right before smacking the fucking book on your head because wow. the audacity of you | rating: 0/10 but 10/10 if you wanna come back to your senses.

jihoon: what the fuck why would you even consider asking him you evil monster you just wanna watch jihoon shrivel up like a dried grape painted in a fresh coat of red | rating: invalid. error. don't even try unless you want to get guitar smacked when he finally recovers from shock.

minghao: if you were a stranger, yes he'd agree. but you're not. you're his friend and he knows about your gross habits and that's just a no for him like ew. unless you're desperate for whatever the fuck reason. only if you agree to be his poor PA during his monthly, ig outfit photoshoot this weekend and you start to wonder if this is really worth carrying three bags of outfits, one for his accessories, and the amount of muscle pain? thought so | rating: 4/10 if you're crazy and actually go through with it because if he's gonna do it, he's gonna do it right.

mingyu: he'd agree. mingyu is a sweetheart of course he would. the only drawback is that he'd be a huge fucking mess and be like "kiss??? kiss me?? you want?? ahaha o-oh yeah sure totally i'd love to ki— i mEAN since u asked haha" his brain would start whirring like a broken microwave when you do and start thinking is this okay?? do friends do this?? oh my god?? | rating: 7/10 but i doubt he'd even be able to look at you in the eye after this lmao. you got to kiss him but at what cost ://

seokmin: "omg!! sure!!! let's kiss :D" okay, maybe you suggested it because you're a demon and you wanted to see him flustered but oops, seokmin is actually down for it because he is so full of love and would kiss you again if you asked. you're like???? wait i didn't plan it this way, seokmin i— OOPS he already gave you a tiny smooch. he's smiling, asking you if you want another one and smoke is literally emitting from your head rip | rating: 8/10 your brain is fried but at least he's cute.

seungkwan: "excuse me?? you want to kiss me?? know your place, loser" kwan isn't gonna tolerate this kind of troglodytic behavior. you haven't even asked permission from his parents, court him with a million bouquets, chocolates, and vitamins and you're expecting him to agree to kiss you?? wow the sheer shamelessness of some people smh | rating: 2/10 tiny chance that he'd agree if you tell him it was for attention.

vernon: he didn't hear you the first time. second time. wait is this the fifth? until you're literally up at his face asking him for a smooch because you wanted your roommate to believe you actually went out to get laid instead of playing animal crossing at vernon's place because the vibe of his room matched the cozy atmosphere. she would start clowning you if she found out. poor vernon is surprised. frozen. but he manages to stammer out a "sure" and you've already left but vernon was still thinking of you | rating: 6/10 bcs oops haha didn't mean for it to turn angsty

chan: would say yes without giving it much thought until he realized what you were doing and he's like oh shit you were actually serious okay we're doing this. but wait we're in public y/n what the fuck. and you're like shut the fuck up the guy that's been bothering me is here and he's like oh okay. would be embarrassed for the next few days but let's say you got into a petty argument and chan would be like "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad" and you're like "fuck no" and he'd say "you already did" and you're like god damn it | rating: 7/10 because he's gonna use it against you lol.

[bluejaywriter]

Guess who re-listened to the entire ZSJL (all 4 hours)

Me. The answer is me.

Thoughts while listening to ZSJL the second time:

Intro/Part 1: “Should be called “The Amazons””

1. Philippus got the first line of ZSJL (“Alert the Queen!”), unless you count Clark going “URRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH” fifty times, or the Amazons going “OOH-AHH! when the motherbox first goes off.

2. Bruce “Vain” trolololol you probably think this movie’s about you, don’t you, don’t you

3. I wish they did more with Lois in this movie. I was pretty happy with what they gave to Iris and Elinore and the Amazons, but Lois did seem pretty stuck in her “mourning for Superman” mode. Which, okay. But also, ehh.

4. Also I only know Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds from that one Harry Potter scene.

5. Has anyone actually counted how many times the Ancient Lamentation Music™ shows up.

6. Why does Wondy’s theme have a cooler synth in this movie than in her movie that’s literally set in the 80s.

7. Have I ever mentioned how much I love Hippolyta? I should mention it more often. She deserves good things (better things than this damn universe seems to want her to have :P).

8. I love that Menalippe is the one calling the Amazons back to their marks. That’d be Antiope’s job if she were here :(

9. Damn even the Amazons get a cool synth theme.

10. But it really is interesting that Junkie XL went with a synth instead of just a straight-up orchestral sound, or even the more tribal sound he seemed to be going for in other parts.

11. I appreciate that the Amazon fighting sounds aren’t like… you know. How most female fighting sounds are in media.

Part 2: “Artemis needs her own movie”

12. I don’t like Steppenwolf’s voice

13. God I’m so glad they got rid of all the Joss lines :P

14. You’d think after 100 years in Man’s World, Diana would have some better excuses up her sleeve e.g. “I sat inside reading a book all weekend” or “I watched a vintage TV show” like God, Diana. Do better.

15. Every time they say “quarantine” in this movie I feel things I’m not supposed to feel.

16. I still don’t get the Aquaman song when he’s taking off his shirt. It just… is a weird fit.

17. I’m glad we got an Aquaman movie before this. It… would’ve been confusing without it. Like, who’s this random long-haired dude.

18. “Dessad, Dessad, I call to thee” is how I start Zoom calls now.

19. I really like Dessad’s voice. It just… it’s nasally enough to be, oh so it’s this character. You just know who he is from the moment he speaks.

20. I dislike WonderBat very strongly but like. Ehh. I get that people like it, and it’s more canon-supported than any of my ships, that’s for sure.

21. I kind of wish we’d gotten the scene where the Amazon turns into a parademon. Or whoever it was.

22. Just listening to the movie makes me realize how grunty Darkseid is. I wish he had some language (maybe he is speaking Apokoliptian? And I’m just uneducated?).

Part 3: “Ray Fisher needs to do audiobooks”

23. I think Barry/Iris’ song is the first one I felt like the pop song really worked with the scene.

24. The football scene was the first part in the movie where I was like, okay the soundtrack is pretty good. It’s not as strong or memorable as Hans Zimmer’s on the last two Snyder DC films, but it does a reasonably good job supporting the film.

25. Ray Fisher has such a beautiful voice.

26. The whole Cyborg sequence is one of my favorite things ever. 2nd or 3rd favorite scene after the Speedforce.

27. I don’t have a lot of patience for Barry, in general. He’s less awkward than in the Josstice League, but he’s still on thin ice.

28. I feel like Arthur’s background scenes are the weakest overall. It might be because we got an entire Aquaman movie, but I also feel like I would’ve been really confused if I hadn’t seen that movie first.

Part 4: “Exposition and stuff”

29. There’s really not a lot of dialogue in this movie. Like. A LOT of things are just visual storytelling. It makes just listening to the movie interesting.

30. Okay, but did anyone else think that Martha Kent had a stronger Southern accent in her scene with Lois? Like, I know it’s someone trying to do his best impression of a Kansas farmer, but... like, sometimes in the past movies she’ll have a slight Midwestern twang, but it’s never quite Southern, and it’s throwing me off.

30. I… get that Superman is like the big deal but it really doesn’t make sense to me that the Apokoliptians never came back in the 5000ish years that Superman WASN’T active. I mean he was only Supermanning for what, less than two years? You literally have a 5000 year-old warrior on your team, I wonder how we can utilize that time frame in a way that make more sense... :P

Part 5: “But what if I don’t care about Superman”

31. I just feel like the part where they’re bringing Superman back is the most boring part lol

32. I also don’t like that Lois JUST gets back on her feet and then… Clark shows up again surprise motherfucker

33. I’m curious what the point was of Aquaman pushing against waking up the Motherbox and Bruce pushing back. Like. Does anything come from that.

34. Okay. This is 1.5 years of writing the Goddess of Death talking, but I kind of strongly dislike that they brought Clark back like this instead of doing the honorable thing and actually going to the Underworld to beg for him back. Like. The JL honestly deserved to get their assess kicked for trying to cheat Death like that. Also it would’ve been cathartic for Arthur’s “no one getting back without trading one in return” line to come into fruition with Bruce dying and then Clark getting his memories back immediately afterward when Lois appeared. Take that Batman

35. Batman, you dumb fuck, the safeword isn’t “Clark” or “This world needs you” it’s “SAVE MARTHA”

36. I’m bored.

Part 6: “The Flash scene”

37. Honestly, am I the only one who doesn’t care about Superman? He’s a side character in this movie. Give me more Cyborg scenes. He just lost his father for God’s sake. Why didn’t we get the scene of Victor figuring out how to get the plane to fly?

38. Although, I have to say when Supes shows up it’s a fun fight. Did he have to punch Steppenwolf so many times tho. It’s fucking brutal.

39. I have no complaints about anything. Forget everything I ever said. This Flash scene. God.

40. Oh good, Cyborg is back. Let’s stay with this guy for a bit. He’s neat.

41. I love that Arthur and Diana both got their dues for Steppy attacking/tormenting their respective peoples.

42. A Hall of Justice/recap scene would’ve been nice. Like we didn’t actually get to see all six of the League just sitting together (eating pie at Ma Kent’s diner) and celebrating.

43. I’m so glad the outro is Silas instead of Lois. It just feels right.

44. I actually prefer Henry Allen’s “Look at you go” line to the “His foot’s in the door” bit. Don’t tell anyone I said that

45. HI DUSTY

46. Man… I hope they don’t kill Hippolyta in a future movie (says me who’s killed Hippolyta in most of my own DC universes)

47. Why does the fake Luthor have such a Joker-esque laugh.

48. I don’t actually care about the Joker. Maybe if I did, then I would care about this scene.

49. Well that was fun.

ALM* final count: 19 appearances

*Ancient Lamentation Music

[leveilleurcest]

Things which I desperately want to talk to people about and have no one available for the discussion (please talk to me I am so alone):

1) Urianger: is he an egg? He’s an unhatched trans woman right? The number of lesbians (Moenbryda, Alisaie probably, Mikoto for sure) who have had a crush on this man who IMMEDIATELY started wearing dresses the SECOND he was out of the Source, suggests yes. We as a people need to examine this issue in MUCH greater detail.

2) That whole thing at the end of the Eden raids where Gaia realizes “oh no, babe, your dad is hot” and then Ryne also has to deal with that knowledge. Like, I just want to go into that. Ryne, age 16, has just realized her father probably has sex and damn, babe, that sucks. Guess it’s time to die then undie then watch your gf die and undie, instead of coming to terms with all that.

3) Now, I know the Moenbryda minion thing has been done to death (for those unaware, the Moenbryda minion is “anatomically correct”) but like. It hasn’t been done to death WHERE I COULD TALK ABOUT IT TOO and I have QUESTIONS! Is the anatomy large enough to fuck? It can’t be right? I mean minions are half the size of Lalas and Urianger is like. 9 feet of giraffe. So then is it just a set of molded and painted miniature genitals that go nowhere? Like those fuckin Lol Surprise dolls? Is this a Baby Alive scenario where Minion-bryda can “eat” and thus the waste goes out somewhere? Did Urianger go on dates with this doll during his mourning period and feed it tea? THE QUESTIONS DON’T STOP FROM HAPPENING!!!!

4) I just want someone to talk to me about the growth Estinien has shown, going from an emotionally constipated hellion who doesn’t know how to wash his clothes or himself, to giving comprehensive declarations of respect and affection to his boyfriend in front of everyone and then going to take a goddamn bath. Also, his little bath pal! (Which is to say, there’s an NPC who mentions that he Totes For Reals met THE azure dragoon at the bathhouse and at first you’re like ‘sure bro’ but then he talks about squid snacks and it’s like ‘oh my GOD ESTINIEN HAS A FRIEND I AM SO PROUD’)

5) Lyse and Alisaie are back in the same universe again and I just need to know if Alisaie is going to rebound from her rebound (the WoL, after Tesleen) to Lyse (again; since she also rebounded to Lyse after Urianger. Oh Lyse, babe, r u ok).

6) IDK what I want to say about Lyse but something probably, I’m so glad she’s going to be in Endwalker. Love that girl. She’s hot, she’s caring, she’s dumb as a box of rocks, and she’s going to punch fascism until it dies. What more can you ask for, honestly?

7) Anything and everything you want to tell me about your wildest Endwalker predictions, I want to hear. Personally, I think we’re going to find out that the reason the WOL had no memories at the beginning of ARR and, by all accounts, has never regained them even though it’s generally accepted that this WOL must be one of the pre-Meteor WOLs, is because ACTUALLY this WOL is a summon; that one random ass Gaius line in Prae was foreshadowing, no one can prove otherwise until November so that means I’m right for at least the next couple months.

8) Who do you think Azem is and why?

9) Not to be parasocial on main but Yoshi-P apologizing to players because we couldn’t always log in over the weekend since there were too many of us was very sweet and this dev team does just make a me feel respected as a players rather than exploited as a customer.

[gellavonhamster]

Tagged by @robertcapajpg (thank you! <3)

1. what do you prefer to be called name-wise?

Natasha or Natalia. Or Gella, it’s basically my second name by now  

2. when is your birthday?

November 7th

3. where do you live?

Latvia

4. three things you are doing right now?

filling in this ask meme, llistening to music, thinking gloomily about how tomorrow is another working day again (and I worked a little today and yesterday too, so it didn’t feel like a full-scale weekend)

5. four fandoms that have piqued your interest?

First of all, definitely ASOUE/ATWQ/Snicketverse in general - I think it’s the best fandom I’ve been part of in years, maybe ever, with so much fascinating material to analyze and so many theories to explore and extremely talented people (mwah!). Dark is also great for similar reasons - fertile ground for all kinds of theories and interpretations and filling in various gaps, and a lot of amazing fan content as well. As it is easy to see from this blog, I am currently very much into Dracula - it’s strange that it hasn’t happened earlier, honestly, because old novels and found family trope are things that I’ve always adored. For the fourth one... let it be The Folk of the Air, I loved this series much more than I expected to, and I check its fandom tags and read fics often, though my own involvement is mostly limited to making niche content that no one else cares about, lol

6. how has the pandemic been treating you?

Not too bad (fingers crossed!). I am working from home, just like I did during the first wave, and, although I hate it, I recognize that it is a privilege. 

7. a song you can't stop listening to right now?

She’s Kerosene by The Interrupters

8. recommend a movie

St. Trinian’s (2007) is one of my all-time faves - it’s hilarious, irreverent, action-packed (Ocean’s 8 WISHES it was St. Trinian’s), with a stellar cast (I’m talking Gemma Arterton, Colin Firth, Lena Headey, Lucy Punch, Stephen Fry, Rupert Everett, the list can go on and on, everyone and their mother was in this movie), and I honestly don’t understand why it didn’t end up becoming one of the cult classics about teenage girls like Mean Girls or Jennifer’s Body. Part 2, The Legend of Fritton’s Gold (2009), is not as good, in my opinion, but also a lot of fun. 

9. how old are you?

27

10. school, university, occupation, other?

I’m a translator of technical documentation in a construction company

11. do you prefer heat or cold?

neither is good when it’s too much of it, but probably cold

12. name one fact others may not know about you

I was born with a black eye :D My mother thought it was a huge birthmark and was worried, but it disappeared later.

13. are you shy?

mostly yes :/

14. preferred pronouns

she/her

15. biggest pet peeves

People putting their bags on separate seats on public transport when it’s crowded and other people have nowhere to sit. Also when the wire of the earphones gets caught on something and they fall out, it’s the easiest way to make me swear out loud

16. what is your favorite "-dere" type?

??? I have no idea what this means tbh

17. rate your life from 1 to 10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be

About 7? It’s quite nice and comfortable, but there’s room for improvement both in terms of what depends and does not depend on me. And I don’t see how anyone’s life could be 10 in the middle of the pandemic and Everything Else Going On, honestly

18. what's your main blog?

this one

19. list your side blogs and what they're used for

@javert-jajaune-jarouge - Les Mis sideblog, @grecocerullo - L’amica geniale/My Brilliant Friend sideblog. Also I’m one of the contributors (moderators? I can’t change blog layout or block users (unfortunately) or anything, I can only reblog posts) of a Snicketverse aesthetic blog @veryfinedisguises

20. is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?

Probably that I am always (well, maybe 99% of time) willing to hang out but my default reaction to people being friendly is “they are actually just being polite and don’t find me interesting at all” so I am constantly afraid of being too clingy, and that’s why I might often be reluctant to contact and invite them to hang out first (especially if there have been such attempts before but plans got cancelled for some reason). It’s a stupid problem to have in one’s late 20s, I guess, but it is what it is. 

Tagging (if you want to answer, of course!) @claudiatiedemann, @hensons, @olivia-calidamn and @thebeautifulsoup

[theglowstickchronicles]

Guys, I was HELLA behind on FMLS90- but I'm still in it! Just caught up :) while I was waiting for the grocery store to open. Now I am off with my reusable bags to get my food for the week before coming home and continuing chores. I want to get as much done as possible before FOOTBALL starts!!! We're playing Kansas City at 4:25 today (@fatmaninalittlesuit I'm sure you'll be watching this game as well!) and I am SO NERVOUS. We have been... trash, lately. Last week's game was atrocious. I wish I had planned better and tried to go to the game, even though it would probably be crazy expensive and super cold, because my football buddies are in California on a mini vacation (their 3rd this season compared to my 0) and I only have local cable at home.

Anyway, here it is:

• 11/18 - How does holiday food play a role in your fitness journey? Do you have any positive or negative traditions that impact your journey? Share one of both.

Well, this was probably supposed to be about Thanksgiving feasts but here we are on December 8th! Honestly, we don’t really have any “traditions” beyond getting together and sharing a meal. In hindsight this Thanksgiving was probably my best, calorie-wise, because my brother-in-law’s sister did most of the cooking and did a lot of sides with bacon incorporated into them and, since I’m vegetarian, I did not partake. I had some DELICIOUS food, don’t get me wrong, and she made a to-die-for caprese salad… but most of the apps had bacon and several of the sides. I ended up having cheese and crackers, french onion tartlets (SOOO GOOD), chips & dip, mashed potatoes, and a plethora of vegetable sides. It also helped that I had to work overnight Thursday into Friday so I couldn’t have any wine 

• 11/19 - How does holiday stress play a role in your fitness journey? Do you have any especially stressful situations that make your physical or mental journey tough? How do / will you handle them?

Holidays don’t really stress me out, if we’re being honest. As of Dec. 6 I just need to pick up some alcohol and then some giftcards for my cousin’s kids, and I’m done Christmas shopping. I start my shopping November 1 every year. I don’t mind seeing my family -they’re dramatic, just like everyone else, but compared to my job? A few hours of family drama time is nothing. I do tend to hoard a bottle of wine to myself for the holidays but I’m not sober during non-holiday times, either, so that doesn’t really come into play.

• 11/20 - What role do family and friends play in your holidays? Are these mostly positive or negative? What do you want to change about this?

Mostly positives! I hosted my second annual Friendsgiving this year and it was fantastic. The one downside was I had been up for 44 hours but I think it went well. Honestly the only “downside” to friends/family during holidays is having to be in such close quarters with people because as much as I love them, someone inevitably has germs.

• 11/21 - Do you notice and physical / mental changes around this time of year? Do you have any strategies to deal with them?

I am always a sleepy bitch, but more so during the winter months due to the lack of sun. This M-F, not getting home till 5-6 every night, office has no window life is bullshit. We always jokes that nightshift never sees the sun but dude, until you’ve gone 5 days without sunlight, don’t even @ me. I am extra careful about taking my vitamins during this time of the year because I really do notice a difference in energy and mood without them (I have some vitamin deficiencies NOT related to my diet thank you).

• 11/22 - How do work / school commitments / events this time of year differ for you? Can this be used to your advantage in your fitness journey or are there steps you can take to minimize the challenges?

In the fall we have annual mandatory education at work which can be stressful but other than that, work does not change. This year was a little different because I picked up a second job and had orientation and have been working a lot to save up money for my many endeavors over the next 2 years (sister’s bridal shower / bachelorette /wedding, best friend’s bridal shower / bachelorette / wedding, everyone is turning 30 and wants to go all out -me included- wanting to go on more vacations, wanting to do a 29th birthday somethingl… the list is endless…. Lol)

• 11/23 - Do you have any plans to travel this year? If so, describe the challenges that creates and how you will handle them. If not, what can you do at home to set yourself up for success?

One semi-definite plan is my sister’s bachelorette in 2020! I don’t know when or where we’re going, but we’re going- which reminds me, I need to get my passport in case it ends up being Canada! I also would like to do a small trip for my 29th birthday. Originally I wanted to take a week off (I am close to vacation time caps at work) but we are OF COURSE having a new system go-live 6 days after my birthday and I’m like, top 5 most important people for the go-live. So we shall see. Perhaps a 3-day weekend for president’s day somewhere close?

• 11/24 - Share one tip with the community on how to stay healthy during the holidays.

I feel like any time I have to share a tip with the community I share the same one, but there it is: PREPARATION. For instance I have not meal prepped in 3 weeks and IT SHOWS. I’ve been feeling sluggish and gross, not working out like I should be, and not sleeping as well…. PREPARATION IS KEY!!!

• 11/25 - What are your general thoughts on gratitude and the role it plays in your mental health and happiness?

Being in healthcare puts a new perspective on gratitude. I’m answering this hella late so it’s not actually 11/25 and is several weeks post-Thanksgiving, but… yesterday I watched a daughter unexpectedly lose her mother in the worst possible way. She walked into the room and almost immediately told us to stop doing CPR. I am grateful for my family being here and healthy, I am grateful for my fellow healthcare providers, and I am grateful that this strong woman who was having the worst day of her life wanted one thing for her mother in the last moments of her life: peace.

• 11/26 - What are some past experiences I am grateful for? How did they shape my life for the better?

I am grateful for growing up the way I did. I can’t say I wouldn’t change things but being raised by who I was shaped me into who I am. I’m grateful I wasn’t just handed things and was forced to work for them. I was probably not super appreciative at age 16 when I had to pay for my own car, but as an adult I am SO happy that I learned the lesson of working hard.

• 11/27 - Who do I appreciate? Tell us about them and why you are grateful they are in your life.

Right now I am appreciating the nurse who took report from me last night! We’ll probably never meet again but thank you for listening to my rants, not judging my last-minute leaky IV (don’t worry, the patient had another one that worked fine), and for getting me out of there so quickly!

• 11/28 - It’s Thanksgiving Day in the U.S. Tell us what specifically you are Thankful for today.

On Thanksgiving I was grateful for friends, family, and awesome coworkers.

• 11/29 - What are some people / things I may be taking for granted? How can I better express my gratitude for these people / things in the future?

I sometimes take my dad especially for granted. I depend on him for things around the house that I don’t have the skills or knowledge to do, such as fix the deck or the running toilet or even hang things without punching a hole in the wall. In the future I want to express that I’d rather him teach me these things instead of just coming to do them.

• 11/30 - What are some future opportunities I have that I am grateful for?

Everyone’s wedding, and the Year of Turning 30 Extravaganza.

• 12/1 - Share one tip with the community on how to live life with at attitude of gratitude.

No one is grateful 100% of the time. I try to make it a point every day to think of what I have… friends, family, pets, house, car, food in my fridge, etc…. and remember that not everyone has those.

• 12/2 - Where are you on your personal mental health journey? What strengths and opportunities do you have?

The changing of the seasons, setting the clocks back, and the SNOW on December 1st took its toll. I am usually not a Christmas-decorations-the-day-after-Thanksgiving type of person, but this year that’s the day that worked for my family getting our trees (me, my dad, and my sister/brother in law all go together and my Dad drops the trees off with his pickup) so I decorated that weekend and began listening to Christmas music (Pentatonix, ayyyyy). It really HAS been a pick-me-up!!!

• 12/3 - What are some past experiences with mental heath work? What has worked well for you and what has not worked as well.

Personally? None. Professionally? Just what I give as a nurse.

• 12/4 - How is your mental health compared to a year ago? Are you remaining steady, improving or regressions? What do you need to do about it?

Well, this time last year I had been at my job for one day and had no idea what I was doing. Now I’ve been here for a year and know what I’m doing… 50% of the time? So my mental health has gotten better since I no longer feel like a fish out of water. It helps that I got a per diem at the bedside and have those opportunities to do direct patient care.

• 12/5 - How aware are you of your mental health? Are your your moods steady or do they ebb and flow? Are you aware when things are changing and do you have any experience / tips for heading off tough times?

Very aware of my mental health; you have to be, to survive in healthcare without getting serious burnout. I would say my moods ebb and flow, which isn’t abnormal. Tough times can be headed off by doing self care, and I don’t mean in the bath-bomb-face-mask type of way: do your laundry (and fold it straight out the dryer), wash the dishes, clean the house, meal prep… and maybe get a manicure.

• 12/6 - Have you noticed any patterns / cycles to your own mental health? Do the seasons, or specific holidays or other variables impact you in specific ways?

Not especially. Late fall / early winter tends to be hard due to the lack of sun, but I also have a vitamin D deficiency that for obvious reasons gets worse in the winter, and low vit D causes depressive symptoms.

• 12/7 - How are mental health and physical health connected? What are some of your experiences that show this in your life?

Well. In my personal and somewhat-work-related experience, being in poor physical health often has a negative impact on mental health. HOWEVER BEING IN POOR PHYSICAL HEALTH DOES NOT MEAN BEING OVERWEIGHT. Plenty of patients have normal BMIs and are in poor health, and plenty have BMIs that label them obese and are in good health. And being in good physical health does not mean you have good mental health. I guess what I want to say is that while they can influence one another, they are not directly correlated?

• 12/8 - Share one tip with the community about developing or maintaining your mental health.

Don’t let things pile up. And I mean that literally and figuratively. Clean your house and prep your food and for the love of God empty the trash from your car (no? just me?). But also… don’t dwell on things you cannot change, and don’t stew on things you can. Just do it. It will be worth the time, energy, and anxiety.

[enniewritesathing]

Sibling Tag - John and Jacob Davidson

I was tagged by @rosiereallyplaysthesims (thank you!)

(let’s uh... pretend Jacob’s still alive and very well lol)

1. Which one of you is the older sibling?

(They look at each other) Jacob: “Me?” John: “What? Why are you asking me?” Jacob: “I dunno, man! I... I think I am.” John: “Your birthday is on the second. Mine’s on the third. Jake was born thirty minutes before me. We usually celebrate it that weekend, so whatever Saturday we have our birthday on, he thinks it’s that date.” Jacob: “Huh. I am older then.” (John pinches the bridge of his nose.)

2. What do you like about your sibling?

John: “Jake doesn’t give up on anything. Call him stubborn, but that’s something I really admire about him.” Jacob: “Johnny’s a very... uhm, honorable person. When he makes a promise, he will make it. No matter how absurd it is. Dude’s intense about it.”

3. What annoys you about your sibling?

Jacob: “He sheds everywhere. John’s like, a cat or somethin’ and hair is just everywhere. He took so much time getting ready for school because of that.” (John makes a mocking hand gesture.) John: “Jake is a loud eater.” Jacob: “It’s not loud, you’re just listening too hard!”

4. Describe your sibling(s) with three adjectives.

Jacob: “Loyal, honorable, tenacious.” (He squints at the last word. John squints back.) “Okay, so I just wanted to throw in a $10 word.” John: “Alright. My brother is... resilient, amicable, and stubborn.” Jacob: “Oh, come on. You can’t just bust out words like that! I’m not that stubborn.” John: “He is.”

5. What is your sibling’s/siblings’ biggest talent(s)?

Jacob: “Johnny has this insane ability to attract cats. No, no, seriously! Like, a cat just walks up to him all friendly. We used to have an old neighborhood cat. Old Man Jenkins. Jenkies for short. Meanest cat on the planet. And this guy? Best friends. My brother is a cat whisperer.” John: “Jenkies was a tomcat with one eye and like this big tooth stickin’ out. He just looked mean. Meanwhile, Jacob can talk to people like he’s known them for years. Let’s just say, it’s gotten him and us out of trouble. He knows how to read people better than I can.”

6. What is your sibling(s) really bad at?

Jacob: “John is terrible at talking to girls and guys. (whispers) He’s scared of ‘em.” John: “Bullshit! No, I’m not. I’m just shy, and they’re beautiful, and, my brain just shuts off and I get all sweaty... you know how it is.” Jacob: “You should have seen him trying to talk to Brian. I don’t even know how that even worked.” (scoffs)  John: “Jake doesn’t know how to cook. I’ve got food poisoned by him three times.” Jacob: “You just have a weak ass stomach!”

7. Do you have nicknames for each other?

(Jacob looks at John with a big smile. John sighs.) Jacob: “Vinny. Johnny. (snickers) Jojo.” John: “Ugh. I hate that one. Wanna know what I call ‘em? Phoenix.” Jacob: “Really?” John: (nods) Jacob: (gasp) “Oh my god. That’s really badass. (laughs) “I’m gonna use that.”

8. What’s one thing you can do that your sibling(s) can’t?

John: “Cook.” (Jacob punches his arm. He smiles.) Jacob: “Dance.” John: “What?!” Jacob: “You dance like Dad.” John: “You take that back! No, no, I know how to dance. He’s just never seen actual dancing.”

9. Did you get along when you were younger?

John: “Oh, yeah. I mean, there wasn’t too much of anything that we actually fought over.” Jacob: “Old people that knew us always went  (in ridiculous voice)‘oh, there goes the Davidson twins, always makin’ trouble’ and... y’know, it’s like a running joke at this point.”

10. What is your funniest childhood memory of your sibling?

Jacob: “The first and last time Mom tried to cut John’s hair.” (John facepalms) “I don’t think I’ve seen anyone run so fast from a pair of scissors in my life.” John: “I just hate the sound of them. My little brain just went like ‘no.’ Dad... (laughs) Dad had to really talk to Mom about not cutting it because there was gonna be some trauma. That and it was better because people can tell who’s who. Not that it’s difficult... we don’t have the same eye color.” Jacob: “You’d be very surprise on how many people still mix us up.”

11. Are you closer now or when you were younger?

John: “It’s hard to say. We’re twins. But, I think when Jake had cancer and y’know, the recovery, you couldn’t seperate us for a while after that. Jacob: “That was a rough time. I’d say we’re apart now but we still have our twin thing.”

12. Did you compete with each other?

John: Oh, we definitely compete with each other. Jake had some serious catching up to do, but he’s back on the level. We’re due to have a match in a couple of months. Jacob: It’s gonna be great. This will be our... John: Third time. We’ve both won one.  Jacob: Johnny always says “We’re not brothers in the ring.”  John: Don’t say it like that. I don’t say it like that. Do I? Jacob: “You absolutely do.”

13. Which one of you is more likely to turn out like your mum or dad?

Jacob: That’s kind of a hard question... I’d say John’s like Ma, and I’m like Dad. John: Really? Jacob: (shrugs)

14. Which one is most likely to have a big family?

(Jacob claps John’s back.) “I have a feeling Johnny’s gonna have a big ol’ family. And I’m gonna be the fun uncle.” John: “Oh come on, Brian and I are not ready for kids. Not yet. Some day. What about you and --” Jacob: (shakes his head)

15. What is one thing about your sibling(s) that has changed as you’ve gotten older?

Jacob: “John’s gotten less... uptight about being protective of me. Like, I can handle my own shit now, but sometimes that little brother instinct kicks in. (to John) Not that’s bad or anything. I know he gets worried every now and then, but I got it.” John: “Jacob’s more extroverted than I am. Invite him to something and he’ll show up, even if it’s just a few minutes. Less serious about things.” Jacob: “I think it’s a coping thing...”

16. Who’s better at maths?

(They point at each other.)

17. Who is more pessimistic and who is more optimistic?

John: “It depends. When I was a kid? Oh, I was stupid optimistic. The sort that’s like ‘oh, that poor boy’s gonna be heartbroken when he’s disappointed’ kind of optimistic.” Jacob: “I had to be optimistic, but there were days I thought I wasn’t gonna make it. Couldn’t say it, but now? I can be freely pessimistic. It’s great.”

18. Is there anything you don’t like doing together?

John: “Is there?” Jacob: “Hm...” John: “Oh! Car rides. When we have to ride in the back seat.” Jacob: “That’s because you suck at Punch Buggy...” John: “No, I don’t!” Jacob: “Alright then. Next time, we’ll play it. Deal?” John: “Deal.”

19. Which one of you do you think will get married first?

Jacob: (grins) “So, when you gonna pop the question to Brian?” John: “I’m working on it.” Jacob: “You’ve been working on it for the last four years! Just do it already! Elope! You’re basically married now!” John: “Shut up!”

20. Lastly, how often do you argue?

Jacob: “Life is way too short to be arguing, so, we really don’t. Besides, if the argument is that bad, we can always take it outside.” John: “That or Mom squashes it for us.” Jacob: “Yeah... she can be scary...”

I tag @pink-chevalier, @99simproblems, I know ya’ll have a bunch of Sim siblings uh ... anyone who has siblings!  

[yuzurk]

AS OF 2019    ━━━━━━━━        template ┊ @astraofrph  ◞  ❤ | taken from @rkjiwvn

❥ ┊ BASIC INFORMATION  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   full name  choi yena ┊ 최예나

›   pronunciation

›   meaning  choi: high, lofty, towering | yena: life & vitality

›   reasoning  her parents wanted her to be just as successful and mighty as them (lol)

›   nickname ( s )  yuzu, mochi, nana

›   preferred name ( s )  yuzu

›   birth date september 29, 1999

›   age  nineteen

›   zodiac  libra  ・ air sign ┊ the scales. libra is the sign of fairness, and like you would imagine, libras value honesty and fairness. they seek harmonious living, and are often sensitive to those around them, and even run the risk of compromising themselves for the sake of harmony. balance for a libra means finding their other half, making them very romantic individuals. their search for balance and harmony also means biting their tongue, so from time to time, they’re bound to explode.

›   gender / pronouns  female ┊ she / her / hers

›   romantic orientation  hetero-romantic

›   sexual orientation  bicurious

›   nationality  korean

›   ethnicity  korean

›   current residence  itaewon, yongsan-gu, seoul

›   living conditions  sufficient to luxurious ┊ with her cousin & her boyfriend

›   title ( s ) gamer gal

❥ ┊ BACKGROUND  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   birth place  daegu, korea

›   hometown  jung-gu, daegu, korea

›   social class  upper middle class 

›   education level high school graduate

›   father  choi kibum, 48 ┊ lawyer, politician

›   mother  kim ahrin, 47 ┊ housewife, “it girl”  

›   sibling ( s )  only child (subject to change, open for plotting!)  

›   birth order  

›   children

›   pet ( s ) two dogs owned by her cousin, very strenuous relationship 

›   other important relatives  cousin: song jieun, 26 ┊ indie musician & model

›   previous relationships  none she took seriously and considers worth mentioning

›   criminal record arrested for charges of assault. case dropped the same day     (information restricted from access due to her father’s influence)

❥ ┊ OCCUPATION & INCOME  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   primary source of income  streamer in twitch (since 2016)

›   secondary source of income  investments managed by her cousin’s boyfriend 

›   tertiary source( s ) of income  part-time barista

›   approximate amount per year  around 5.000.000 $

›   content with their job ( or lack there of ) ?  as of now yes. 

›   past job ( s )  none

›   spending habits  bad but somewhat within reason. mostly spends money on food, game merch and clothing

›   most valuable possession  her computer

❥ ┊ SKILLS & ABILITIES  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   physical strength she’s 49kg of weak muscle

›   offense  can deliver a punch if needed be

›   defense  as robust as a leaf

›   speed  runs 100m in 10 seconds

›   intelligence  graduated best of her year

›   accuracy  decent (did kyudo in primary)

›   agility  decent due to track and field practice

›   stamina 8 / 10 used to be full 10 but got lazy from her life as a streamer

›   teamwork 6 / 10 can work in a team but tends to stray when she does not agree

›   talents  games, making people laugh, dancing, sports, encouraging people

›   shortcomings  fails to take things seriously, avoids talking about her troubles, evades confrontation, tends to be ignorant

›   language( s ) korean ( fluent ), english ( fluent ), japanese ( fluent, dialect based )

›   can they : drive / jump-start a car / change flat tire / ride a bicycle / swim / play an instrument ( and what instrument ) / play chess / braid hair / tie a tie / pick a lock / etc:

❥ ┊ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS  ━━━━━

›   face claim  choi yena, IZ*ONE

›   eye color brown

›   hair color ( naturally black ) but dyed dirty blonde

›   hair type / style wavy, generally up in ponytail or down

›   glasses / contacts  likes to wear “hipster-glasses”

›   dominant hand  left-handed

›   height / weight / build  163cm, 5'4" ┊ 49kg, 108lbs ┊ slender

›   exercise habits  stretch session in the morning, unknown to most she likes to jog

›   skin tone  slightly tan

›   tattoos

›   piercings  pierced ear lobes

›   marks / scars a scar on her knee from falling from a slide (5), scar on her hip from an appendix surgery (14), scar on the inside of her palm from grabbing a knife wrong (16)

›   notable features  pouty lips, squishy cheeks

›   usual expression  curious, approachable

›   clothing style  casual oversized

›   jewelry

›   allergies  walnuts, pineapple

›   body temperature  slightly more warm above average

›   diet  no such word found in her dictionary

›   physical ailments

❥ ┊ PSYCHOLOGY  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   jung type  enfp┊ a ball of energydespite that, they’re moody af; unpredictable; bounces from one idea to another so much and so quickly it’s not even funny; awesome sense of humor; for some reason, their laugh is almost as funny as their jokes; actually more introverted than most extroverts and can actually be mistaken for an introvert

›   enneagram type  type 7  The Enthusiast  ┊ Enthusiasts are energetic, lively, and optimistic. They want to contribute to the world.

›   moral alignment  chaotic good

›   temperament  sanguine

›   element  air

›   primary intelligence type  kinaesthetic intelligence

›   approximate iq 125

›   mental conditions / disorders

›   sociability 9 / 10

›   emotional stability  8 / 10

›   obsession ( s )  

›   compulsion ( s )

›   phobia ( s ) none

›   vice / addiction ( s )  does coffee count?

›   drug use

›   alcohol use  7 / 10 ┊ loves to party and enjoy a good drink

›   prone to  evasive behaviour, flirting without any intentions, avoid responsibility

❥ ┊ MANNERISMS  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   speech style  very dialect based, no matter which language she speaks

›   accent  slight accent when speaking japanese but working to get rid of it again

›   quirks  always chewing gum, unhealthy obsession with chicken, chews lips, headtilting

›   hobbies  dancing, gaming, running, archery, singing

›   habits  raises brows when she talks, gum smacking, shrugging, 

›   nervous ticks  twirls her hair, bites her lips, wandering eyes

›   drives/motivations  wanting to make people happy (herself included) 

›   fears  bugs, needles, darkness, ghosts, scary stories

›   positive traits  energetic, courageous, easygoing

›   negative traits  airy, decadent, fickle

›   sense of humor  sarcastic / memes

›   do they curse often? yup

›   catchphrase ( s )  “ hoo boi “ / “ y’all “ / “ foreal! ”

 ❥ ┊ FAVORITES  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   activity  gaming

›   animal  cats

›   beverage  coffee moccha 

›   book the importance of being earnest

›   celebrity griffin mcelroy (gamer, podcast maker, entertainer)

›   color  black / red

›   designer doesn’t care much for brands- perhaps park ivy?

›   food  fried chicken

›   flower  carnation

›   gem 

›   holiday  christmas 

›   mode of transportation  motorcycle (even though she has no license)

›   movie  heaven’s postman

›   musical artist  little mix

›   quote / saying  fall seven times, get up eight.

›   scenery  sunset on a hill

›   scent  tangerines

›   sport  track and field

›   sports team

›   television show  hello counselor 

›   weather  breeze, warm

›   vacation destination  kyoto, japan

❥ ┊ ATTITUDES  ━━━━━━━━━━━

›   greatest dream  to live a happy and comfortable life

›   greatest fear  being judged in unjustified manners

›   most at ease when  streaming games, spending time with friends

›   least at ease when with her parents, in formal situations

›   worst possible thing that could happen  having to go back to daegu

›   biggest achievement being close to 400K followers on twitch

›   biggest regret none

›   most embarrassing moment  having to tell yoongi she had a crush on him

›   biggest secret  almost got a criminal record if not for the influence of her father

›   top priorities  first. friends and family; second. streaming (her fans); third. her job as a barista

[rynne311]

65 Questions You Aren't Used To

Tagged by @an-all-write-life, thank you lovely!

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

I think I may have answered this one before, but basically no.

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

1, maybe 1.5.  I really don’t mind the dark, but sometimes it’s the unexplained sounds that will get me.

3. The person you would never want to meet?

I don’t know if any of you watched Community, but Troy loved LeVar Burton, he was his favorite celebrity.  Even though Troy loved LeVar Burton, the most he ever wanted was a picture/autograph, he explicitly told Pierce that he never wanted to meet him.  When Pierce brought LeVar Burton in as a way to mess with Troy, he was completely starstruck and could not speak, he just sat there wide eyed and terrified of disappointing his hero, until he ran away from dinner screaming.  Long story short, any sort of media hero I have I wouldn’t want to meet because I’d probably make Troy look like a normal person with how starstruck I got.

4. What is your favorite word?

Oh boy, this is a lot of pressure! I don’t want to offend all the other words.  I’ll go with onomatopoeia because it’s kind of fun!

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

An oak, I guess.  They look pretty as they change, and dropping the acorns can cause mild annoyance, which I seem to be able to do pretty easily for the friends and family around me.

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

Why does it have to be Monday??(I answered this when I started working on these yesterday)

7. What shirt are you wearing?

Simple pink and gray stripes.

8. What do you label yourself as?

Nerd

9. Bright room or dark room?

Dark, it just feels kind of relaxing and like it’s time to unwind.

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Sleeping - I’m kind of boring and go to bed by 10:30 (usually earlier) every night, so I’m definitely dead asleep at midnight.

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

I actually really enjoyed ages 18-20, and 23 was pretty good too.  I’m sure I’ll hit a good stride of ages again, but until I hit that sweet spot, I’m just going to roll with it and have the most fun I can.

12. Who told you they loved you last?

Umm, probably my friend Alex telling me she loves me more after I had sent her a second reminder in a night that I love her. Or my mom.

13. Your worst enemy?

Honestly, I’m probably my own worst enemy.

14. What is your current desktop picture?

It’s the generic blue design that came with the laptop

15. Do you like someone?

In any way other than platonically, no not right now.

16. The last song you listened to?

Either “Rich” by Maren Morris or “Hotel Key” by Old Dominion on my way into work.

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

If I dislike someone that much, shouldn’t they just be left to suffer...like forever.

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

It would be too easy to say some of those politicians that I think are awful and spewing hate, but that’s probably who I’d want to hit the most. But then I’m putting hate and violence out there and I aspire to be better than those I wish to punch in the face.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

Yeah, people shouldn’t own people. What I would be more interested

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

Probably my eyes or smile.

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

Umm, I sure hope that would mean I would be tall! At least considerably taller than 5’2” and then I’d go and reach stuff on the top shelf...without a step-stool.

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

If I do, it’s news to me.

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

My fears are pretty run of the mill.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

I might just be pretty boring and say a really good grilled cheese with like a good kind of cheese like pepperjack or something.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

If only that would cover all my loans! I’d probably treat myself to something like a new pair of heels or just save it for a bit and maybe put it towards Christmas presents.

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

Probably back to Spain.  I loved the four months I lived in Salamanca and want to go back! Also, my host family was amazing, and I’d love to visit them again.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

I’d probably get some Barefoot Pink Bubbly, but I’d be a little suspicious of some greater ulterior motive.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

Everybody has to be left-handed lol, actually establishing some sort of guidance for rights and behavior, making sure that all groups are treated equally and fairly.

29. What is your favorite expletive?

Shit. As much as I curse in real life, I try to avoid it in my writing, instead opting to find other words to express the sentiment, although that isn’t always possible.

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

Probably one of my mom’s jewelry or memory boxes that has mementos from my late grandma in them.  It would mean the world to her and I was close with my grandma too, so I’d still be able to preserve a piece of her.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

As much as I’d love to erase any bouts of poor mental health I’ve had in the past, I’ve learned from them and without that experience, I wouldn’t be prepared to tackle my next big challenge whatever it may be.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

Just like in question 26, I’d probably move to Spain!

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

As much as I would love to bring my godfather back, it wouldn’t be fair to take him from the afterlife, or to put his wife, kids and the rest of us who love him through that pain again.  If I could open some sort of communication between this life and the next, I would absolutely offer it to him.  At least being able to communicate would probably be able to heal some wounds for a lot of us here, and I’d love for his 10 year old son to get to know him outside of the stories he hears from me and the rest of his family.

34. What was your last dream about?

Selling houses and moving...just all around kind of odd.

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? -  Are you a good listener?

I’d like to think I am, yes.  Recently at my weekend job, I was clocking out for the day and finished one of my purchases and the woman in front of me had a bag that was just a little too heavy for her to carry, so I brought her bag out to the car for her.  I ended up spending another 20 minutes out there with her talking, well she was doing most of the talking, and before we went separate ways she kept thanking me for listening to her.  So if that is any indication, yes I am a good listener, also it broke my heart that she felt the need to thank me for listening to her because it tells me that she really isn’t getting much of that in her life.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

I’ve been to the emergency room twice, but never admitted to the actual hospital.  And both of those visits were within three days.

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

Grew up in New England, it’s kind of a mandatory part of childhood here.

38. What is the color of your socks?

Gray and teal

39. What type of music do you like?

Country, plus some pop and rock

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

I’m rarely up for sunrises, but when I was in college, I was pulling an all nighter in our computer/printer room and I got the most spectacular view of the sun rising over the mountains in Vermont.  It made up for the severe lack of sleep I was experiencing.

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

Chocolate

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

I don’t sport.  As far as American football goes, I suppose the NY Giants, but in reality it’s more of anyone who isn’t the Patriots.

43. Do you have any scars?

A few on my arms from stupid stuff while growing up, like fighting with my sister.

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

I graduated from college 3 years ago and still don’t know.  Maybe to know and be happy and secure.

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Physically - the list is kind of long and pretty personal.  Otherwise, I’d get rid of those nasty things like my anxiety and depression.

46. Are you reliable?

Almost to a fault where some people have tried to take advantage of it so they could slack off.

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

Have you found the happy path you want to be on?

48. Do you hold grudges?

Yes, but it’s something I’ve been trying to work on.  I’ll stop and think what did this event/person impact my life and is it still important?  That’s been pretty helpful for letting things go.  I doubt I’ll ever be able to move on from things immediately, but being able to step away after I’ve had some time and choose forgiveness really does help.

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

CatDog

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

Probably once when talking about childhoods and one girl brought up how she got sent to water therapy because she would insist that she was a mermaid and didn’t have legs to walk.  If I remember correctly, they thought this was her way of manifesting her fear of water, but really with her red hair, she just wanted to be Ariel from Little Mermaid.  It was definitely a wild ride of a conversation.

51. Are you a good liar?

Yes and no.  I’ve got some tells, but over the past few years, I’ve gotten much better at hiding them.

52. How long could you go without talking?

If I’m not talking because I’m mad, at least a few days.  I love talking, so if there isn’t much of a reason to be silent, I’m probably going to be talking.  There have been a few times I’ve been home alone and will just begin talking to the dogs or the cat as I’m going about my business.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

As much as I like them every time I get them, bangs! Within a few months I’m done with wanting to deal with the maintenance and they never looks as good as when I first get them done.  Some folks look absolutely amazing with bangs, but as a long term thing, they are just not for me.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

Yes! I love to bake.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

A little bit.  With practice I can start to imitate other regions of the US and with enough drinks, I’ve tried an Irish accent.

56. What do you like on your toast?

Butter with a bit of cinnamon sugar.

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

If painting counts, and I’m going to say it does for this, then a nice riverbank landscape I did at a paint and wine studio near me.

58. What would be you dream car?

Jeep Wrangler - like Lorelai’s in Gilmore Girls

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

Not really, I’m mostly focused on getting what I need to done and getting out.  I might go through an argument in the shower while I’m washing my hair, but that’s about it.

60. Do you believe in aliens?

I guess so, but that’s more of the universe is so expansive and I think it’s a little narcissistic to think that we are the only ones occupying it.  Besides, if there are no aliens, how will Superman exist to come and save us some day??

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

I don’t, and most of the reason is I don’t believe in them. It’ll pop up in other stuff I’ll be reading, but it always frustrates me that pisces are put at the end of the list so I don’t even try.

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

R! Yes, it is my initial, but I also like doing the sign for it in my sign language class.  The sign is like you’re crossing your fingers, so it’s like R has some mystery and is keeping a secret.

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

Dinosaurs

64. What do you think about babies?

They are really cute and I like getting to spend some time with them.  It can be really fun to watch someone experience so many things for the first time, especially things we take for granted.

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of. - Worst movie you’ve ever watched?

Leprechaun in the Hood without a doubt!

I’ll tag anyone else who wants to do this! :)

[kairi-chan]

I Got You (XIII) - BoruSara

Title: Permission

Genre: Romance/Humor/Angst

Rating: T

Chapter 1: Childhood Friends, Chapter 2: The Dinner, Chapter 3: Disconnect, Chapter 4: Spill It, Chapter 5: Nighttime and Bottles of Beer, Chapter 6: Sunsets and Ninbucks Frappes , Chapter 7: Past and Present Dates , Chapter 8: Contemplation, Chapter 9: Awkward AF, Chapter 10: Punch Some Sense Into You, Chapter 11: Anything For You, Chapter 12: Reason For Jealousy

Beta read by: @anastasiapancake​

“Don’t you think they’re going too fast?” Chocho asked as she munched on a bag of potato chips. “They’ve only been together for four months and Sarada already met his parents last weekend.” She, Inojin, Mitsuki, and Boruto were sitting at one of the tables by the Law building. She kept her eyes glued to the other side of the field where her best friend was currently holding hands with her boyfriend. Inojin shrugged and leaned on his palm with his cheek. “Some people have sex on the third date. I don’t think this is too much.”

She snapped her head back and made a face. “You know what I mean. Sarada isn’t the type!”

The blond sighed. “Maybe Kagura’s got a big dick and gives her good orgasms.”

Chocho felt the heat rush to her face. “They haven’t done that yet!”

“How would you know?”

“She would have told me, duh!”

“Maybe she’s just shy and doesn’t want to tell you because you’ll tell everyone.”

“I’m not you, Inojin.”

The two kept chatting and arguing on about the stages of dating and at which time frame was it acceptable to start all sorts of… dating activities. “I can accept hand holding and hugging on the first month,” Chocho said in between munches. He shrugged. “Depends how much I like her. If she wants to make out on the first date, I’m down for that.” Mitsuki looked over to Boruto, who hadn’t said a word, but he noticed that the blond was watching Sarada across the field, too.

Boruto noticed how her dark eyes sparkled, and how wide her smile was. Her aura was different, too. It seemed so much lighter. Boruto never knew she could possibly be even more beautiful. “I have never seen her this happy,” he muttered, thinking that no one would hear him.

Boruto was sitting by himself at Ninbucks, trying to figure out how to solve the math equation when he was interrupted. “Hi Boruto. Mind if I sit here?” The blond looked up and smiled. “Hey, Kagura. Yeah, sure. What’s up?” “I wanted to ask you something.” He smiled in return as he took a seat.   Boruto’s brows furrowed together and replied warily, “what about?” The senior bristled and shifted in his seat. He tried to grin, but it came out looking like a grimace. “What are Sarada’s parents like?” Boruto’s brows shot up. He was expecting to get a question about Shinobi Bout, or maybe when his next free day was to hang out, but asking about uncle Sasuke and aunt Sakura? What was this all about? “Sarada’s parents? What? Why?” “I’m meeting them this weekend,” he grinned. “I heard they’re pretty scary. You know her father has a bit of a… reputation.” He laughed nervously, and scratched the back of his neck. “I was wondering if you could give me some tips how to make them... like me?” For a moment, Boruto couldn’t do anything but stare. Maybe Chocho was right, things were moving too fast. He never thought Sarada would be the type, either. Or perhaps, he just didn’t know her that well anymore—if he ever really did know her in the first place. He shook the thought out of his head. What was he saying? Of course he knew Sarada. He knew her like the back of his hand. “I realize this is awkward for me to ask,” Kagura looked him straight in the eye, “but I hope you approve of me dating her, too.” Now this snapped him out of his stupor. “What? Dude!” Boruto threw his hands up in the air, and gave him an exasperated look. “There’s no need to ask for that, and there is no reason for you to do that too, ya know?” Is this guy serious? Asking for permission from him? What was he? Her father? Kagura laughed. “I know that, but I want to know if you’re okay with this. It’s selfish of me, but I would sleep better at night knowing you approve of us.” They stared at each other for a while and Boruto wore a confused look on his face. Was this seriously happening? If he ever did approve of him, maybe Boruto didn’t now. He never knew Kagura was such a weirdo.   “She talks about you a lot. What you say and think about things is really important to her.” Boruto found it funny that he would say that. Didn’t he just fight with Sarada a few months ago, at this very same Ninbucks branch, because Boruto thought that Sarada didn’t care about his opinion? The blond chewed on his lower lip for a while and recalled that experience. It was starting to weigh heavy on his heart. He should have never let his jealousy get the better of him. “Boruto, are you alright?” “Ah, sorry, spacing out. Exams and all, ya know?” He laughed. “What was it you wanted to know again?” “How Sarada’s parents are and if you approve of us dating.” The blond pondered on this question for a while, deciding that it would be better if he chose his words well. He didn’t want to scare Kagura, but he didn’t want him to be unprepared, too. “Well, Uncle Sasuke doesn’t say much but he can kill you with a glare. He likes to be intimidating, but he’s actually really nice.” He smirked. “He loves Sarada so much,” he added softly. Kagura smiled. “I can imagine.” “Aunty Sakura on the other hand,” Boruto stopped and grinned. “She’s really nice. Although she unleashes hell when she’s angry. I’m not sure if Sarada’s told you, but she’s definitely the scarier parent, and one to look out for.” In all honesty, Boruto had never seen his uncle give in with one look, but Sakura always managed to do. His father often joked that Sasuke was “well trained” but Boruto knew it was really his father who was. Naruto would often cower whenever Sakura was angry.   Kagura laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll try to remember that... any tips how to make them like me?” Boruto mulled the question over for a bit before he finally said, “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it too much.” And he meant this. He knew Kagura would be fine, and impress the two cause Kagura was pretty much perfect boyfriend material. Hell, he was the kind of guy even Old Man Fugaku would approve of. Kagura smiled sincerely and then asked, “What about my second question?” He froze for a bit and grimaced. This was something he didn’t want to talk about -- especially with Kagura. Boruto would have told him to leave Sarada alone, and to tell him that he wasn’t the one for her. But when he opened his mouth, the truth came spilling out. “I have never seen her as happy as she is now. If she’s like that because of you, then please continue doing so.” 

Kagura’s eyes widened in surprise. Perhaps that wasn’t the kind of answer he was expecting, too. It seemed like both of them were equally shocked. “Sarada’s important to me. Her happiness matters to me. If you can give her that, then I have nothing to complain about.” Boruto’s heart twisted and his throat closed up. What was he saying? He was already watching her slip away right through his fingers, and now he was allowing Kagura to take her even further away. He did his best to stop his face from showing how much his heart was breaking. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat, and he proceeded to gathering his belongings. He needed to get away from here, he just couldn’t take this anymore.

The smell of coffee, solving math problems, and sitting in Ninbucks reminded him all too much of her. And now, he was sitting across the guy who would whisk her away from him. Boruto stood up and gathered all of his strength to grin. “Good luck, dude. You’re lucky to have her, so don’t waste your chance.”

The way his pink eyes softened, and the small smile he offered made Boruto’s heart twist. Perhaps Kagura was sharper than he gave him credit for.

“I know. I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy.”

Boruto laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “Geez, you sound like you’re going to marry her already.”

“Well, you never know.”

A/N: I know, I know. Believe me, this is a BoruSara story. I just like hurting them sometimes for the heck of it, ya know? lol. 

You can read more of my stories in my masterpost, or visit my FFnet! 

[rosecolored-gay]

Answer the questions bitch

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

- Prob Rach when I was playing with her fingers and being a pain in the ass.

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

- I seem outgoing but I’m generally shy in larger groups.

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

- My family is coming from GA on Friday!

4. Are you easy to get along with?

- I can be, I try to be.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

- Mhm

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

- Ones that can make me laugh so hard I cry, who can make me smile even when I don’t want to. Someone genuine.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

- I don’t know, I can’t predict the future. I’m just going with the flow.

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

- Tom Holland, because I just rewatched his Lip Sync Battle video again for the millionth time.

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

- Not usually, but around certain people it does.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

- Rach

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

- “But i hope you enjoy” to Rach

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

- 1. Panic! At the Disco - This is Gospel, 2. Hayley Kiyoko - Curious, 3. Halsey - Is there somewhere, 4. The All-American Rejects - I For You, 5. Tyler Glenn - Shameless

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

- I love it, but there’s very few people who I allow to do so.

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

- Not really, no.

15. What good thing happened this summer?

- I got nominated for a job by a professor because of my writing, and I got the job today!

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

- Lol no, it was just a friend.

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

- Why not?

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

- Nopeeee

19. Do you like bubble baths?

- Not really

20. Do you like your neighbors?

- Oh man, my neighbors fucking suck.

21. What are you bad habits?

- Nail biting, procrastinating

22. Where would you like to travel?

- I want to go back to Greece. I’d like to travel pretty much anywhere though.

23. Do you have trust issues?

- Yes.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

- Sleeping?

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

- All of it? Lol

26. What do you do when you wake up?

- Groan because it’s early, hit the off button on my alarm and convince myself to slither out of bed.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

- I like being pale.

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

- Rach, Caitlin, Abe, Brandi and Crissy

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

- Yeah, but I don’t care.

30. Do you ever want to get married?

- Yes

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

- No

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

- Hayley Kiyoko and Gal Gadot

33. Spell your name with your chin.

- zzal,ytdssas

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

- I used to do martial arts.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

- Without TV

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

- All the time

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

- I make a really really bad dad joke.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

- A girl that makes me laugh, is loyal, and just wants the same things as me.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

- I hate shopping ugh.

40. What do you want to do after high school?

- I graduated 3 years ago, lol, I’m in college.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

- Not always, no.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

- I’m probably not happy, that’s for sure.

43. Do you smile at strangers?

- Most of the time

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

- Outer space

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

- My alarm 

46. What are you paranoid about?

- Spiders being in my car

47. Have you ever been high?

- Yes

48. Have you ever been drunk?

- Yes

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

- Nope

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

- Grey

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

- Nah

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

- Willpower

53. Favourite makeup brand?

- I don’t wear makeup

54. Favourite store?

- Barnes & Noble

55. Favourite blog?

- @virginqueenforlife

56. Favourite colour?

- Grey

57. Favourite food? 

- Greek Fries

58. Last thing you ate?

- Greek Salad

59. First thing you ate this morning?

- A bagel with cream cheese

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

- I honestly can’t think rn

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

- I was suspended in middle school because some kid hit me and stabbed me with a pencil and I stabbed him in the hand with a pencil as retaliation 

62. Been arrested? For what?

- No

63. Ever been in love? 

- Idk honestly

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

- LOL, his name was Jordan, it was the 6th grade, and we both turned out to be gay.

65. Are you hungry right now?

- Nope, I’m full

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

- Sometimes

67. Facebook or Twitter?

-Twitter

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

- Tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?

-Catfish is playing in the background

70. Names of your bestfriends? 

- Caitlin, Brandi, Rachel

71. Craving something? What?

- My fave snack

72. What colour are your towels?

- Grey and Red

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

- 2

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

- Nah

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

- Oh a whole basket from when I was a kid

75. Favourite animal?

- Otters!

76. What colour is your underwear?

- Grey

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

- Vanilla

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

- Pistachio, but only if it’s the fake stuff like the weird green color, or I like vanilla bean

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

- Grey ( I really like Grey, sorry)

80. What colour pants?

- Black

81. Favourite tv show?

- Grey’s Anatomy all time fave. Right now though I’m binging Cutthroat Kitchen

82. Favourite movie?

- THIS IS SO HARD, ok, right now it’s Love Simon

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

- Mean Girls

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

- Mean Girls

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

- Damian! I actually met the actor last week lol

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

- Dory

87. First person you talked to today?

- Rachel

88. Last person you talked to today?

- My dad

89. Name a person you hate?

- Coconut Head

90. Name a person you love?

- Rach

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

- The lady who cut me off in the fast lane this morning

92. In a fight with someone?

- No

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

- I don’t think I own any...

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

-Like 5?

95. Last movie you watched?

- Mamma Mia - Here We Go Again!

96. Favourite actress?

- Gal Gadot

97. Favourite actor?

- Tom Holland

98. Do you tan a lot?

- I’m white, I burn

99. Have any pets?

- 2 lovely pups

100. How are you feeling?

- Stressed, I have 4 papers due this weekend.

101. Do you type fast?

- Yes

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

- Nah, it’s whatever.

103. Can you spell well?

- Yes

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

- Not really, nope.

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

- Yes

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

- Yep

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

- Yes

108. What should you be doing?

- Writing one of my papers

109. Is something irritating you right now?

- Yes, I really need to write this paper, but I love to procrastinate too much.

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

- lol y e p

111. Do you have trust issues?

- Yes

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

- Uh my friends Alyssa and Alex, when I got the job offer this morning

113. What was your childhood nickname?

- Lyss

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

- Yes

115. Do you play the Wii?

- Was never a big Wii fan

116. Are you listening to music right now?

- No, TV in the background

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

- Eh, not really

118. Do you like Chinese food?

- Yes

119. Favourite book?

- 19 Minutes by Jodi Picoult

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

- Not really

121. Are you mean?

- I can be, but I won’t be unless I’m provoked

122. Is cheating ever okay?

- No. Never.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

- Yes

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

- No

125. Do you believe in true love?

-Yes

126. Are you currently bored?

- No

127. What makes you happy?

- Studying with my fave

128. Would you change your name?

- Yes

129. What your zodiac sign?

- Gemini

130. Do you like subway?

- No, ew.

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

- Uh well, I’m gay, he’s gay, so I don’t see that happening.

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

- Rach

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

- Idk

134. Can you count to one million?

- Yes

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

- I’m straight

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

- Bedroom door closed, closet doors - one open, one closed

137. How tall are you?

- Like 5′2 and a half

138. Curly or Straight hair?

- I like whatever

139. Brunette or Blonde?

- I have a thing for blondes

140. Summer or Winter?

- Winter

141. Night or Day?

- Afternoon

142. Favourite month?

- October

143. Are you a vegetarian?

- No

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

- Dark

145. Tea or Coffee?

- Both

146. Was today a good day?

- Yes

147. Mars or Snickers?

- Neither, ew

148. What’s your favourite quote?

- I have too many

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

- Nah

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

- “I didn’t know -- though here and there was a face I had noticed on the commuting train.”

[kittyboo8015]

Good luck studying, just make sure to get a good night's sleep as well cause that's hella important! If you'd still like some study break domestic eruri questions: What is something that Erwin and Levi both do that annoys the other one? (Like a pet peeve) What are their favourite movies/tv shows to watch together and do they each have secret embarrassing shows they love and watch when the other's not around? What are five ways they love to spend their evenings together? (Date ideas included)

Hello! I’m sorry this took so long, I spent all night studying yesterday. Thank you for the advice, I think I passed :) I’m hopeful lol 

What are their pet peeves?

 Levi’s biggest pet peeve with Erwin is that he never hangs up his towel after a shower. He just tosses it in the hamper. He’s gotten better at remembering though lol It took Levi 3 years to get Erwin to hang up his coat after work lol The thing that Levi does that annoys Erwin the most is probably that Erwin never gets to finish a full cup of coffee or a glass of anything because the second he leaves the table for whatever reason, his cup is already cleaned and sitting in the draining rack. Levi is like some kind of cleaning ninja lol 

What are their favorite movie/ tv shows to watch together?

I’m going to go with movies because I don’t watch a lot of tv that isn’t anime :/ They both love to watch classic 80′s movies together. Erwin’s favorite is still E.T. because it’s the first movie he watched with his Dad when he was little.They also like to binge watch Star Wars once a year. They haven’t seen the recent three because they wait for them to come out on dvd and watch them at once from the comfort of their home, where they can drink wine and Levi can grumble out his opinions freely. The only comedy that they can agree on is The Hangover (only the first one) Levi always cracks up when Mike Tyson punches Allen in the face and Erwin loves to see Levi laugh like that. 

As for things they secretly like to watch, for Erwin, it’s Disney movies. He watches them with Nile’s kids when he babysits them at his house so he has an excuse lol. He’s a big fan of the Lion King and Lilo and Stitch. For Levi, it’s musicals, classics like Les Miserables and the old black and white ones starring Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. He used to watch them with his mom when he was really little and he tends to cry sometimes  when he watches them so he will watch them alone.

Five ways they like to spend their evenings together:

1. in the Summer, they like to sit on lounge chairs on the deck and sip glasses of wine and read books which always just ends up with them making out anyway lol 

2. Every July 4th they head out to the park and have a picnic and watch the fireworks.

3. Every year their Wedding Anniversary is a full weekend spent in their vacation cabin in the mountains. They turn off all devices except for their phones that they leave on in airplane mode. They just spend the time enjoying nature and each other.

4. They sometimes watch a documentary on Netflix  but they usually fall asleep halfway through and Erwin’s snoring wakes Levi up lol

5. They have a dinner by candlelight at least once a week.

Thank you so much for sending this in, I appreciate it so much and I had fun rambling about my favorite subject :)

[vacationcalendar]

8/7/21

Hi boyfriend~

Just took a weed gummie in honor of Bonnie’s birthday weekend. My present for my friend is that I’ll suck it up and be an active participant in their life for a change. I’ll be game for a whole weekend. I got up early today and tagged along to volunteer at a charity 5k. We grabbed some coffee and wandered to the halfway point of the course (thus walking an entire 5k in the process! Not too shabby ;D), and then camped out a water station that I’d say should be very grateful I actually showed up to work its sorry ass. Bonnie didn’t have to do any managing/delegating, they just got to post up and chatter at the runners-by. I’m pretty sure if I didn’t go, and I promise I am not tooting my own horn, that water stand would not have been the fun water stand that it was. They would have had 2 dunces making it go worse, and only 3 people managing 4 tables of water cups. Volunteers man, what are you gonna do? I’m sure that’s why they were looking for 8 people per water stand, just to statistically ensure that SOMEONE with half a brain would be around to help out.

Great morning though. JUST a little too hot, but that’s how you know you were doing solid work out there. The proof is in the pits, baby!

Ok, 40 minute bathroom break is over. Man, nothing like starting the blog to make me SO productive in the mornings! It’s such a cheat code. I did laundry, dishes, pooped; my whole day is bright and available now! But now I’m tired and I don’t want to write anymore. I had about a 6 minute where I wanted to do this today and I actually hit it for a second before I had to stop and do ANYTHING ELSE I guess. So, fuck. What do we write now?

I had to get up suuuuper early for this 5k thing, and I only got like 4 hours of sleep because I did not factor in the early wake up until like 6pm yesterday, and I had already slept like 14 hours that day :I That’s right, I woke up, immediately crushed the blog, went back to laying down, played League, and watched tv and shit until I felt tired enough to sleep and get ready for the 5k, which was 2am. So now I have a weed gummie digesting in me and I have a nap climbing up my priority list and this is why I don’t like weed. I feel like I have to plan my fucking shit around it, and I’m not good at that. Part of me thinks I can crash right now and wake up before the drugs make me sleep for 2 hours longer than I want, and give me weird, unpleasant dreams. I can’t possibly pull that off, I’m not sleepy, I’m just like sluggish. So basically what I have to do now is power through into the “trip” (maybe I’ll luck out and miss it and I can just pretend I’m high, which I won’t do, but hey we’re brainstorming here), and let that smoothly transition me into a nap. And THAT would mean that I have to entertain myself for the time being to get me into a good place to start being high...? And then I can like power up my activities WHILE high, and that would be fun. Playing video games, great. Playing video game high? That’s the whole point of it. I mean like, that’s the whole point of life, right? And then I can be like NAPTIME BITCH, and that would be fun also, in theory. And then I can go put a podcast on and go to the movies? Ugh, I don’t want to go the movies anymore. I’m to tired :( This sucks.

I’m trying to go see Green Knight. I’m sure that sentence won’t matter at all in even like 4 months from now, but I think it should be a fun time. So much more productive than anything I can do from the desk. And it’s not summertime like this forever. You gotta get that shit in so you don’t think you miss it when the weather turns. You want to be sitting inside on a cold autumn day thinking “good riddance, being outside is entirely overrated.” And I’m not there yet. Man I don’t know. Well how bout this? Let’s do a little more brainstorming while I’m trapped here writing to your dumb ass. If you ever read these again this part will be like a little prank on you lol. Ok: 1: Stay here, no movie. Let’s lock that in. that should make having to navigate being high so much easier. Let’s let the pipe dream of doing everyone’s favorite thing of being at a theater high wait just a little longer. Today can be a trial run. We’ll walk around today and think about what it would be like if I had biked 20 minutes to a movie theater and watched a 2 hour movie and biked home. And when we suss out that it would have been unenjoyable, we’ll feel like geniuses for making this call. So that’s out of the way. LOCK IT IN

2. I don’t know yet. Let’s just start simple. Food. What’s up? We have almost no groceries. We have no bread for a tuna salad sandwich, but let’s put that in the to-do list. We need more english muffins too. That was an A+ 10/10 move last month. Just muffins w/ strawberry jam, and egg McMuffins whenever the fuck I wanted, which was always. Frozen Veggies like Corn or Beans would be good. Bag Chop Salad kits. They weren’t on sale last week, and it’s goddamn highway robbery when they’re at full price. So this week would be the perfect time to check in on ‘em. And I’ll commit more to an equivalent substitute this time if I can’t find a good deal. Let’s see, what else? Oof my wpm and accuracy is starting to take a hit. The first and only symptom! Nice! Miku. Meat. Spaghetti and meat sauce? Gotta check out what ragu shit you have in the house before you do that. Consider this your reminder! I know you’ve never successfully pulled that off, but I have full confidence in you. Oh fuck, now I’m starting to worry a little bit the coherent quality of this is about to start dropping. Well, another fun little prank for ya bitch! Fruit leathers? I just have no fucking idea. Ok, so shopping can 100% wait for another day. This isn’t anywhere close to a cohesive trip. So we can eat out somewhere! Great, lock it bitch. I’m starting to swear more; it’s because I can’t find the right words anymore. Oh boy, the weed smelling burps are happening. This really is so gross and difficult. Beer is just a more bitter version of soda. It’s actively refreshing. Damn, if only I’d been a little more exposed to peer pressure at an earlier age. I’d have been past this awkward uncomfortable phase of weed, like how I (and basically everyone) was with alcohol. You slam Natty Lites with your nose closed until you start to realize life is little more pleasurable than the absolute Kelvin zero you had come to be familiar with. Uh, ok, I’m starting to let my mind wander. He’s daydreaming, chief! I suppose I could just transcribe the dialogue of the daydreams, but I can’t keep up. This is just break o’clock.

3. What do I fucking eat!? I had to make a whole nother numbered point, and I still don’t have the plan. Jesus H,. Ok here’s what AROUND. Chex Mix, unopened. 1 Grape Soda. Cookie Dough Ice Cream (w choc sauce). Raisins, PB, Ramen, meh. Reese Cups! I just looked behind and was like, “oh yeah! Nice”. If that’s not everything, that’s REALLY close. So what’s calling my name? Pizza? Chinese? Damn, I might just have to play this by ear. Nothing at all sounds interesting, and I’m not the slightest bit hungry (we got free Dim Sum after the 5k. It was called the Dim Sum and Then Some 5k). Ok, so other options to keep on the back burner for later would be: Kebab, Chicken Sandwich, go get Pizza Rolls and Chippies at the store. Ok that’s enough options, that fuckin really took it outta me, I can’t believe it. My hands are kinda feeling heavier now too. I better think of a #4 thing to write about quick or I may lose all my inertia.

4. UMmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Movie time? I watch arrival and turn off all the lights and pop popcorn and have my soda? Where sunglasses and pretend they’re 3-D glasses? Maybe. Ugh, I can tell right now my eyes are gonna get bloodshot, or dry out or whatever. They already kinda hurt :(. It’s fine. I feel more good than not. Like I’m wrapped up in a blanket, even though I’m not. Maybe OH- Maybe I lay out on the beach chair and read in the sun with an ice coffee? Oh fuck that might actually be perfect. Then I can go no shirt and just feel nature, and maybe bugs are less troublesome when you’re high. And then I can pop Doughboys on and shower! Shower high, seems like a guaranteed home-run. Ok, I like it a lot. I have to do SOMETHING away from Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum or I’ll go crazy this weekend, especially if I have to tag in on occasion and “participate” for Bonnie’s Birthday. Which, let’s be clear, is the least I can do. It’s a gimme. I owe Bonnie AT LEAST this much, even just as like backpay for holidays or yore. Like if I have the zhuzh to punch in for birthday shtuff, I better do it, right? I just looked it up, it might officially be zhoosh, not zhuzh, but zhuzh appears to me to be the best way to do it. And there’s like 5 accepted spellings of it. Stupid, not helpful. Just because it employs a sound that has no [conformed] applications in the english language? Poor excuse! Oh man, it’s so early I can’t believe it! That 5k feels like a day ago, wild. Well, hey! Point 4 is finished. Moving on!

5. What to do tonight? Who gives a fuck. Figure that part out when you get there, it does not matter at all. There, numbered list over.

Ok so, let’s just wrap this up I guess. I’m cracking an hour here, that’s plenty. Maybe tonight you do a little PRE-WRITING before bed, so this isn’t so “chore-y”. Let’s just remember you seriously considered letting yourself down completely and bailing on the blog earlier this morning. So we need to keep our expectations at appropriate levels still. It’s this NEXT week that should be very interesting. Just in terms of output. A little more practice, and little more muscle-memory. A little less crap to distract me (I have been burning through non-stop crap youtube/tv this last week since coming home, it’s fantastic. I was gonna say it was sucky, or disgusting or something, but that’s a lie I tell to myself to pretend I’m more diligent than I actually am. ACCEPT who you are and love yourself for it)

I accept you and love you Max. Ok, I have to go, I feel like I’m gonna puke... awesome 

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