#she prob wakes gray up once in a while

[clarissaweasley-10]

Lyra : A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it. Lyra : And I started thinking. Lyra : Like, it was just trying to get food. Lyra : What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck? Grayson : Are you ok?

[fandom-puff]

Alfie Solomons on Social Media

Big thank you to @cheekypeakyblinders @peak-a-blinder and @champagneholland !! So much love and support with this lil social media themed project we’re doing! Go read their writing (linked at the bottom!) also can I just say I’m super proud of the moodboards I made for these :)

Alfie is NOT tech savvy. He’s not a complete technophobe, but he’s definitely not down with the latest trends, he doesn’t have a clue what half the pre-installed apps on his phone are for and he’s only just figured out that you can have a contacts list and that you don’t need to manually type in a whole phone number if it’s already saved on his phone.

He often forgets how to turn off caps lock, so his texts can often be misinterpreted as very angry or very excited

He also uses LOTS of abbreviations- like the normal ones (lol, wtf, ffs, cba) but then he also makes his own up which just confused everybody

Example:

It’s okay though bc the younger ones actually teach him stuff (*cough* unlike tommy abd arthur who just take the piss)

‘No right Finn mate I don’t want to fuckin download Tik tok I’ve got a fuckin watch and a little clock on the screen fucks sake’

Alfie’s in a fair few group chats- there’s the main GC that has the Shelby/gray clan (he’s there for banter and because Polly is an admin and she knows it pisses tommy off

Every morning without fail at like... 5-6 o’clock, he’ll send a bright and cheerful good morning text that’s normally not very well received. But he does it anyway bc him and Pol are the only ones awake :)

Alfie on snapchat is a different story. Literally every day there’s a picture of Cyril with a caption like ‘love of my life’ ‘best mate’ ‘don’t know what I’d do without you’

He also posts all his baked goodies onto his story too, and the random women who add him via quick add end up swooning over his floury tattooed arms bc he has a dog and he can COOK

He hasn’t got a CLUE what a private story is so every day, at least 100+ people are subjected to ‘tommy fucking Shelby has a stick up his arse pass it on’ which gets screenshotted and sent to the group chat

He doesn’t get the whole ‘streaks’ thing either

‘No I don’t wanna fucking streak with you isaiah what the fuck??? I thought your dad was a man of god and all that???’

Cue three days later on his story: “there’s fires next to some of your names right and if you die yeah, blame isaiah because he asked me to streak with him and I don’t think Jeremiah likesd that tbh and probs prayed to god to smite yous down lol’

‘Alfie it just means we’ve snapped eachother for three consecutive days mate’

His story that day: ‘sorry you’re not getting smited you lot just like sending me pictures of your ceilings ??’

Snapchat filters took him by surprise too but imagine this man’s JOY when he found out Cyril could wear funny glasses AND have a round face 🥺🥺🥺

Let’s talk YouTube. Despite not knowing how to turn caps lock off, and thinking Finn is having a stroke every time he throws it back, Alfie is quite the vlogger.

What’s starts off as mostly baking videos and rants (he likes to get things off his chest while kneading the SHIT out of some dough) quickly turns into a full on THING

He makes all sorts of videos- at least one weekly vlog with Cyril and him going on an adventure

Honestly those ones are basically asmr bc Alfie will be recording cyril with one hand and petting him and scratching behind his ears with the other and just murmuring ‘what’ve you got there mate? A rock? Tha’s fuckin brilliant that is my mate. My good boy aren’t you? Yeah... good lad... you gonna put the rock down or... no we’re fuckin... taking the fuckin rock home with us... whatever you say mate...’

Like it’s not much of a vlog like ‘hey guys it’s Alfie aka the Wandering Jew and today me and my pal are going to the park’ it’s more of a ‘watch this great big bear of a man talk very gently to a great big dog for fifteen minutes’ type of vlog

He also does the baking vids obvs, but in more of a tutorial format rather than bitching about his mate ‘Timmy’ as he develops the gluten with his sleeves rolled upto his elbows.

‘Well Jamie Oliver will tell you to do it like this’

*like 10 seconds of silence as he stares at the camera*

‘FUCK Jamie Oliver the stupid twat THIS is the right way to do it

There are normally some VERY thirsty comments about his arms.

He does a reaction video to the thirsty comments once

John read them out to him and his audience was DELIGHTED by his blush as he muttered ‘that right, is fuckin inappropriate innit? Fucking filth like that when I’m trying to teach you how to bake my nan’s bread? Terrible.’

Alfie’s new found YouTube success brings some unwanted attention too...

He doesn’t really know what to do about it so he just leaves it...

A week later, however...

Finally, lets talk messaging his significant other

Admittedly his long winded, meandering rants don’t really translate very well into text, so he much prefers to FaceTime or simply ring you

His texts are sweet though

He tries, bless him

If you don’t live together, you get a good morning and a goodnight text every night, regardless of any business.

You quickly learn to mute your phone as soon as you wake up bc he is an early bird lol

You hear the rants he doesn’t put on his story 🥺🥺

He doesn’t really use emojis but he uses them a LOT more when he texts you- mainly the heart ones

Likes your instagram posts literally as soon as they’re posted and always comments on them

‘You’re fucking beautiful you. I love you’

He does it on your snapchat story as well, sensing you your picture with a cute (or flirty) comment

SMUTTY TALK BELOW

You love texting him little flirty messages??? Just subtle ones with a cheeky double entendre.

Maybe you’re thinking about him. Maybe the sausages you had with breakfast really were juicy who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

Either way it gets him GOING

You use snapchat to your biggest advantage, sending him cheeky little peeks at your body, but never quite ENOUGH

He clicks off the image really quickly so you normally get a ‘Alfie💖 has replayed your snap’ notification

‘Fuck me love’

‘Later. In a meeting gtg xx’

He doesn’t really take dirty pics himself. He does, however, tell you to grab your headphones ;)

Thank you for reading! Below are the other works in this collab! Make sure to check them out 💖💖

John Shelby by @cheekypeakyblinders

Michael Gray by @champagneholland

Finn Shelby by @cheekypeakyblinders

Tommy Shelby by @peak-a-blinder

Grace burgess by @champagneholland

Arthur Shelby by @peak-a-blinder

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[purplesurveys]

952

I can see the sunshine in your eyes Survey by xflirtykaosx

What does your Town's name begin with? A.

What number how do you live at? It’s a number between 1-1000.

Are you a seafood fan? Yes. Runs in my veins. If humans are on average 60% water, I’m pretty sure the rest of my 40% is just seafood.

Do you prefer dark, brown or white chocolate? White chocolate doesn’t count as chocolate but it’s still my favorite kind. I find that milk chocolate can sometimes be too irritatingly sweet, and I don’t usually enjoy bitter foods so I don’t do well with dark chocolate either.

Give me a random word in another language. Tell me what it means. I’m pretty sure I’ve filled this out before because I remember answering this exact question...anyway, more Filipino lessons! My laptop is currently sitting on top of a kwaderno, which just means notebook.

Can you cook Thai food? I just can’t cook. But Thai cuisine is something I really want to learn to master.

Do you get easter eggs at easter? Some years. I have relatives who will sometimes hold Easter egg hunt parties, and the older kids’ crew like some of my cousins and I are still allowed to join so that we don’t miss out on the fun, heh.

How long does it roughly take you to do the weekly or bi weekly shopping? My parents usually take an hour. Though back when we were still under an enhanced lockdown and stores kept a strict control of how many people were allowed inside, my dad used to take six hours :( He’d leave around 7 AM to start lining up, but there were always people who arrived way earlier so he usually had to queue for a few hours.

Who taught you the most valuable lesson in life and what was that lesson? I’ve touched on this before but the first death I was directly affected by, my grandfather’s, taught me the world will never slow down for your problems and in the end you’ll have to learn how to simply suck certain things up. I remember having to write an excuse letter to my teacher saying I’ll have to be absent for one day to attend to my grandpa’s wake, and all she did was stamp on it and say my absence would be excused. Didn’t even check up on me. It was in the middle of an exam week and a week before the UPCAT. It was such a jarring experience and toughened me the fuck up overnight.

Which city would you like to visit- Rome, Tunis, London, Madrid or Paris? Tunis just because I feel like it would have the least amount of tourists, and I’m also all about going to less-familiar places. Madrid would be nice too.

Would you rather visit Australia, Germany, Croatia or Jamaica? Croatia.

Have you got perfect vision? Far from. My vision is pretty much useless without my glasses, and I like to tell people that without them I can only make out colors haha. Which is obviously kind of an exaggeration but I’m also not 100% lying when I say it, so. 

What colour bedspread or blanket is on your bed now? It’s a multi-colored geometric design so there’s magenta, pink, lime green, orange, gray, and white, among a few other colors.

What colour is the door to your house? Brown.

Would you prefer a pet rat, mouse, snake, lizard or spider? I’d rather these animals are out in the wild, but if it was a situation where I had to save one I’d pick the snake.

What song(s) do you put on repeat often? I don’t tend to listen to music when I’m sad/depressed so I haven’t any songs on for quite a while now. The last one I discovered and really got into is a song called Lose, by Niki.

How many letters long is your last name? Six.

Can you play the violin? If not, would you like to? I can’t, but yeah it’s one of the instruments I’ve always wanted to learn to.

Can you keep a pokerface and not show your emotions easily? Passively, if that makes sense? I have no problem pretending to be happy or looking unbothered like, over dinner or if I’m with friends. But if someone had suddenly told me something upsetting or harsh to my face, I usually immediately show my hurt or anger or disappointment or displeasure or whatever negative emotion I would instantly feel in that moment. My eyebrows and eyes always give everything away.

Are you a good liar (tell the truth this time)? Maybe not around the people who know me best. I wear my heart on my sleeve with the people I’m most comfortable with.

Are you wearing shoes, just socks or nothing on your feet? Nothing. I might wear socks tonight, we’ll see.

What word or phrase is disgusting in your opinion and you hate hearing it? I hate having to hear or use the word ‘gunk.’ I think of dirty fingernails every time and it just makes me wince.

Do you like the smell of a barbecue or bonfire? It’s alright, but I don’t live for it. It certainly gives a comforting sensation though.

Do you prefer to write etc, ecetera or something else? Etc, and it highkey makes my blood boil whenever I read ect hahaha.

Do you think rainbows are pretty or overrated? I think rainbow prints and/or designs are overrated themselves, but seeing real-life rainbows tend to make me feel happy.

Are your lips chapped? Nope.

Have you ever fallen into a hole or crevice whilst hiking? I don’t think so. I’d be able to remember it if I have.

Ever been quadbiking? Was it any good? Nah but close, I guess? My family once did this thing where we rode on the trunk of a 4x4 while a professional drove through sand dunes in Ilocos. It was a lot of fun but I couldn’t entirely enjoy my time knowing I was in the land of the Marcoses lol

What is different about you than others you hang out with? I have a lot of unpopular opinions when it comes to Filipino food hah, like I hate well-loved dishes like sinigang and bulalo.

Are you more skeptical or gullible? I’m honestly really just both, depending on the context. Like how I’m skeptical when it comes to religion, ghosts, the afterlife, etc, but I’m equally gullible in a way that I’m terrible at recognizing sarcasm sometimes.

How often do you drink sodas or fizzy drinks? Once a year and it’s always simply to try it out and see if I’ve changed my opinion about it. I have not been converted in the last 22 years.

How many cups of tea or coffee do you have a day? Just one cup of coffee. I’m scared to have multiple ones haha, I’m scared of the palpitations or long-term effects it might give me.

Has anyone ever called you apathetic or unemotional? No. I’m the most un-unemotional person I know.

Favourite crisp/chip flavour? Just good ol’ plain. Nothing beats a simple potato flavor with a bit of salt.

Do you put salt and vinegar on your fries? Salt yeah, vinegar no.

What accent is the sexiest? Whatever accent Florence Pugh and Carey Mulligan have; they sound lovely.

Do you currently live in the same country you were born in? Yep.

What's your current mood? A little sad but I’m honestly glad my workplace gave me SO MUCH work to do over the weekend because it can keep my busy tonight. 

Do you struggle to articulate your thoughts and feelings? Not really. I like describing my emotions and sharing my thought processes.

A romantic meal, a trip to a theme park or go to a concert? Probs the romantic meal. I like the atmosphere and it’s always nice to have food involved hehe

Prefer being in control in a team enviroment, helping out or taking orders? I like being a mix of all these. I never want to be 100% a leader giving orders or 100% a subordinate waiting for tasks.

Do you like carrot cake? Not really.

Don't you hate it when people say 'I don't mean to be rude but...'? Especially considering 98% of the time they ARE trying to be rude? It will always depend on how they say what follows. Like how it will always be irritating to hear “I don’t mean to be rude but your work sucks,” but I can stomach it better and even be motivated to do better if it was said as “I don’t mean to be rude but there are areas you can tweak more to make the work better.”

Would you say yes from a drink of a friend of a friend? Only if I already know them well enough. Otherwise, no.

How good is your memory? Pretty sharp, a little too sharp for my liking. I’m able to store too many memories, some of them I don’t even want to remember anymore.

On a scale of 1-10 how was this survey? Did you enjoy it? 10! It was a delight to answer.

[vannahfanfics]

Dependable

Category: General Fluff

Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Nami, Monkey D. Dragon, Sabo

Requested by: farrah87 (Ao3)

The detached pieces of Nami’s Climatact bounced lightly in the holster on her thigh as she strolled merrily through the cobblestone streets of the lively port town. The market district crammed as many little shops as possible in the available space; though this particular street was very short, it boasted a butcher, a fish market, a bakery, a vegetable and fruit stand, a potter store, a jewelry shop, a boutique, and a hat shop all in very close proximity. The alleyways between them were wide enough only to allow for small silver trash bins; so thin they were that the mangy alley cats nearly had to walk single-file, she imagined. The close quarters of course made the crowd seem all the more packed; Nami had to weave through the patrons, bumping shoulders and kicking tows with chiming choruses of polite “Excuse me’s” and “I’m sorry’s.” If Nami didn’t know that they would have to take more than one day to stock, this would be a pickpocket’s gold mine; alas, she didn’t want to run the risk of them being chased from the port town prematurely.

Their forces had been split between Zou and Whole Cake Island. Currently, the squad that had elected to retrieve the falsely-renegade Sanji were on track to reunite with their fellows but had stopped at an intermediate island to restock. Their provisions had been split between the two crews, and the encounter with Big Mom had been a huge strain on their supplies, particularly their medical provisions. It would take at least two days to gather everything they needed, so Nami decided- begrudgingly- to ignore her twitching fingers which were eager to pluck every jewel, Belli, and expensive watch that pranced teasingly in her vision. Maybe tomorrow, she told them. It did little to settle their excitement. She would have to find something else to occupy her mind for a while, lest she give in to their temptation.

Nami had spied it from the crow’s nest of the Thousand Sunny; the island they had stopped at was a strange half-and-half arrangement of bustling industry and natural radiance. She meandered her way northward through the labyrinthine arrangement of docks and shops and houses until it suddenly all fell away, the cobblestone melting into dirt roads and the concrete crackling with shoots of grass that were slowly invading their way south. Tall, towering stone structures yielded to wooden cabins spaced further and further apart, until acres of farmlands and untended wilderness stretched between them. Nami graciously breathed in the welcoming aroma of wildflowers and tree sap and sunny grasses; as soon as she had spied the green expanse beyond the boring smear of gray, Nami knew she had wanted to visit. The gentle countryside reminded her so much of home, after all- of Cocoyashi Village, so far away in the East Blue.

She veered from the dirt path to walk into the wild grasses. Giddy to have a visitor, they fought each other to kiss her bare calves and knees, tickling her in greeting. The wildflowers all turned to her to shout wildly, begging her to choose which was prettiest. Nami suddenly giggled aloud and whirled on her heel with her arms outstretched. She fell into the country’s embrace, allowing the green grasses to curl around her to hug her with feather-soft touches. The little aphids and large grasshoppers leapt into the air as they were startled by her arrival, bounding in the fresh open air above her head to seek shelter. Through the patches of waving green, the blue sky blazed above her with sailing ships of clouds trawling through its expanse. She reclined her arms behind her head. The sun’s warm ways washed over her skin to make it glow and hum. She had missed this; lying in the grasses with naught a care in the world while the world sheltered her. What a faraway dream that was.

Nami laid in the grass for quite a long while, listening to the symphony nature played for her. The wind flew over the scenery like a diving eagle, shaking the leaves and grasses in thunderous cacophony. Flower petals and grass blades and tree leaves arched into the air in its wake to shower Nami in natural confetti. Every so often a songbird would flit from one tree line to the other, chirping in greeting. A deer wandered out to nibble at the long grasses, its fawn skipping around beside it, before quickly descending back into the safety of the darkness. Nami watched a wee snail slowly ascend the hiking trail of a grass blade, bending it under its weight when it reached the pinnacle, its slimy antennae wiggling as it considered its next challenge. It could have been minutes, hours, or even years that Nami laid there silently enjoying the atmosphere that she had sorely missed, but every moment she was there, she could almost hear Nojiko calling her name, or Ginzo yelling at her to get her lazy bum up and work, or Bellemere calling her home for dinner…

The last image sent bitter acid flooding over her tongue. Nami sat up so quickly that her vision became static with headrush. Holding her forehead while waiting for the grainy black-and-white fuzz to fade, her contentment threatened to be overtaken by melancholy.

“I suppose I should be getting back.” She knew not who she was speaking to. Perhaps, subconsciously, she wanted to bid the area farewell in thanks for allowing her to bask in its presence for a while. Once the tingling had diminished, she pushed herself to her feet. Dead grass and dirt showered down from her back and shoulders; she took a moment to brush off her clothes and comb through her long tresses of tangerine hair. She didn’t want to walk back into the town looking like a wild thing, after all.

Though she had been gone at least several hours, the town was still just as busy- if not more so. It was the height of the afternoon, and it seemed to be prime shopping hour. Nami decided that traversing the main roadways was going to be hell and skirted into the alleyways instead, thinking that it would serve as a shortcut. Unfortunately, even her navigational sense was thwarted by the unusual arrangement of the cross-crossing small passageways, and very soon she found herself lost. “This way? No, I remember that graffiti… Damn it, I can’t even find the main roads from here,” she lamented aloud. She had wandered deep into the packaging district, it seemed; the crowds of the shopping strip were not even a distant hum on the air. She stopped at a crossroads as she contemplated how to approach her dilemma, foot tapping and hand on her chin. That was when a couple of drunk thugs stumbled out of the back door of a bar, hooting and hollering and the picture of hooligans.

It’s not even three o’ clock and they’re this sloshed? People really must not have anything better to do. She decided to ignore them; they were going to be useless when it came to directions, and of course Nami was the type they would hassle. As she tried to turn away, her heel clicked a little too loudly against the flagstone and alerted them to her presence. Great.

“Hey, honey!” one of them hollered at her while the other two began wolf-whistling at her repeatedly. “Are you lost? Or lookin’ for a good time?”

“I’m just fine, thank you. Go back to destroying your livers.”

“Oh, she’s feisty!” Ugh, great, they were shambling towards her now. Nami instinctively reached for her Climatact; however, with how narrow the passageways were, it would be difficult to swing the weather-producing bo staff around. How was it that she always managed to land herself into these messes? As they sluggishly approached, Nami shuffled back a few paces. She could dart off into one of the alleyways, but they would surely pursue, and they knew the area much better than she; if they really put their minds to it, they could corner her, and she could find herself in an even more cramped space than the current. She would just have to whack them over the head the best she could.

Before Nami got the chance, a booted foot came out of the dark alleyway a few feet in front of her to kick the closest thug savagely in the head, sending him crashing into the opposite brick wall. He slumped down, unconscious. The other two yelped as they were snatched into the dark, and all Nami heard was their whimpers and yelps mixed with the unmistakable sound of fists crunching bones. They were thrown onto their comrade to make a pile of moaning, groaning, barely-awake wimps. Nami blinked; it had happened so quickly that she hadn’t even fully assembled her weapon. Wary, she kept the pieces on hand as she timidly called out, “Who’s there?”

A pair of cloaked figures stepped out of the damp, dank alleyway, looming a few yards away from her. They definitely cut intimidating personas, though she couldn’t even see their faces; their cloaks did little to shield their muscular forms. No wonder they had pounded those thugs so easily. The smaller one in the front tossed back his hood to wave placating gloved hands at her.

“Hehe, no worries! We’re not here to hurt you. Are you lost, miss?” His smile was bright and happy, and reminded her much of Luffy’s. He seemed harmless enough- well, relatively speaking- so she returned her Climatact to her hip. Behind him, the taller man shifted and she could see the flash of a blue tribal tattoo coursing down his face. The one smiling at her had shockingly bright blonde hair and a burn scar spanning half his face. Nami felt like she recognized the two, but she couldn’t place from where; regardless, she felt she could trust them. They had smacked down those thugs for her, after all.

“Yes, I’m lost. Would you kindly show me the way to the docks, please?” Nami trusted them but not completely; she wasn’t going to ask them to take her right to her ship. If she got back to the docks she would be able to make her own way from there. The blonde-haired man smiled brightly, if that was even possible, and put his hands on his hips.

“No problem, no problem; we were headed that way anyway. We can’t leave a pretty girl like you alone in these seedy alleyways, right, Boss?” he looked over his shoulder at the long-haired man, which was still eclipsing his features with the hood. He only grunted indifferently in response. “Great, great, let’s get going then!”

Before any of them could move, the miniature transponder snail hooked to Nami’s belt began ringing. Nami had purchased the matching set for herself and her captain so she could keep tabs on him on outings such as this; the only time he called her is when he wanted something.

“Namiiiiiiiii!” he wheedled as soon as she picked up the receiver. “Where are you? Nevermind, can I play a game? It’s in this reaaaaaaally cool house-kinda-thing with all these old men with scars and stuff.” Nami groaned and slapped a hand to her forehead. With their luck, he landed himself in a yakuza gambling den. “It’s got something to do with dice. I don’t really get it all that much but if I win I get lots of moneyyyy!”

“Luffy.”

“Yeah?”

“If you don’t win, and lose all our money, you know what’ll happen, right?”

“… You’re gonna hit me…”

“That’s right, and on top of that, I’ll make sure you don’t get any meat until we get to Wano, got it?”

“What? No meat? For that long? But Namiiiiiiii-!”

“No ‘but’s’!”

“Fiiiiiiiine… I won’t lose alllllll the money… Thanks, gotta go! <3” Nami rolled her eyes as he hung up. She dropped the now-snoozing snail back down and rubbed her temples.

“Ahahaha! Who was that? Your boyfriend?” the scarred blonde teased merrily. Her eyebrow quirked in annoyance and she shot him an icy glare, but she couldn’t hide the faint blush arising on her cheeks.

“My captain.”

“A captain, calling his crew member for permission? How troublesome.” The hooded man had finally decided to speak. His voice was largely monotone, but she could detect the faintest hint of amusement in it.

“He’s troublesome at times like these, but when it really comes down to the wire, he’s a good captain,” she shrugged, straightening up with her hand resting on her jutted hip. “He protects us,” she smiled. It made her heart hum just talking about him. He was an idiot, but at least he was a dependable idiot.

“You like him a lot, don’t you, Miss Nami?” the blonde laughed good-naturedly. There he went again, implying things. She pursed her lips as the blush deepened.

“I like him the perfect amount a crew mate should!”

“Riiiiight~ Well, time’s-a-wastin’! We better get you to the docks so your captain can join you soon with his winnings, yeah?” the man laughed while tossing his hood back up. He beckoned with his hand for Nami to follow, and the two men dipped back into the dark alley. Nami hurried after them, following the only thing of them she could see in the gloom; the flash of his white gloves swaying at his side. The two of them were interested in Luffy, but Nami felt it was more out of genuine curiosity rather than malicious information-gathering; they mostly asked how he treated his crewmates and how strong he was, and so of course Nami answered honestly. Really, she talked Luffy up real good. By the time they reached the entrance of the docks, Nami felt like she was pretty comfortable with the two guys.

“Thanks for your help. I appreciate it!” she smiled gratefully.

“No problem! I hope your boyfriend didn’t waste all your hard-earned cash~!”

“I told you, Scarface, he’s not my boyfriend!” she cried, that red haze blazing over her cheeks again. The man whimpered and turned away holding the burned side of his face, whimpering playfully about how harsh Nami was. The bigger, tattooed man snorted at his subordinate’s frivolousness before looking down at Nami with dark but non-threatening eyes. Suddenly, he reached up to poke Nami in the forehead.

“Take good care of your captain,” he said with a small smile. Nami blinked, and when his hand retreated, she rubbed at the little pink mark his finger had indented into her skin.

“Oh… Yes, of course.”

“See you around, maybe!” the other man laughed, seemingly recovered from Nami’s scathing nickname. With a wild flap of their black cloaks, they both whirled around to hurry away, boots stomping against the wooden docks with all the power and presence of trained soldiers. As she watched them phase into the crowd of fishermen and deckhands, she wondered once more where she had seen them, because people like that always left impressions one never forgot.

~~~~~~~~~~

Nami didn’t realize where she had seen them until three full days later, when they were already underway for Zou.

“Ahhhhhhhhh! How could I have not remembered?” she shrieked, clawing at her long hair as she looked down at the newspaper article on the kitchen table in front of her. Everyone in the room jumped at her sudden, unwarranted outcry.

“What the hell is up with you, Nami?” Luffy asked as he nibbled on his chicken leg (the goofball had indeed made out like a bandit in the gambling house, and Nami was so proud of him that she convinced Sanji to give him extra meat portions for the next week). She ground her teeth fiercely as she tugged at her hair, clawing her scalp. How could she have been so stupid?

“The Rebel Army! I ran into their leaders, Monkey D. Dragon and Sabo, on the island! They showed me the way back to the docks!”

“Oh, so you ran into my old man and my bro? Neat,” Luffy shrugged nonchalantly as he continued to attack his beloved meat.

“How can you be so nonchalant about it? Just what the hell is your family, Luffy?!”

“Shishishishishi! We all just like to be free, that’s all!” he laughed while licking the chicken juices off each of his fingers. Nami slumped into her seat with a groan, staring at the black-and-white photographs of the two wanted renegades. Frowning slightly, she recalled Sabo’s smile, so bright and sunny like his brother’s, and Dragon’s words.

“Take care of your captain.”

Her gaze flickered up to the oblivious Luffy who was now pestering Sanji for more meat. Her mouth curled into a wry smile. Yep. He was an idiot, her dependable idiot. She didn’t want another one.

Don’t worry. I have every intention on taking care of him.

Nami could be depended upon in that regard.

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[mattygraygubler]

our campus: ch 9 (tom holland fic)

summary: tom and reader go to the same college and y/n is tasked with being his tutor, they don’t really get along at first (because i love reader and tom hating each other trope)

warnings: drinking, making out, mentions of sex

word count: 2k

a/n: i had a hard time finishing this one, i wanted it to be longer butttttttttttt here we are, as always texts are bolded

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“Wha- What did you just say?” You asked, looking at Tom. He was staring into your eyes. 

“I dare you,” He said and stood up, walking over to you. “To kiss me.” 

“Tom!” You said and took a step back, almost falling because of how drunk you were. “We’re drunk, that’s a terrible idea.” 

“Why?” He asked. “Who cares if we’re drunk?” 

“Tom, no, I can’t be one of your… one of your-” 

“One of my what?” 

“Your hoes, your conquests! I’m not that type of girl anymore, you can’t sleep with me once and forget about me, I’m your tutor, you have to see me, if we sleep together it’ll just be-”

“Whoa.” Tom said and stepped back. “Who said I wanted to sleep with you?” 

“What?” 

“I dared you to kiss me, Y/N, I never said anything else.” 

“It’s you, Tom, you don’t kiss girls without an ulterior motive, you’re like, the definition of a fuckboy.” 

“Whatever, Y/N, I’ll see you later.” He said with a huff, grabbed his stuff and walked out, slamming the door behind him. 

You collapsed on your floor, hugging your knees. The world was spinning, you had drank too much. You debated texting your group chat, but you couldn’t remember where you put your phone. 

* * *

You woke up on your floor. You were too drunk to make it to your bed last night, despite it being two feet away. 

It was Monday, normally you would be in class right now, but the snow storm gave you guys a snow day. You looked outside to see the snow coming down hard. If it continued like this, you could have another snow day tomorrow, too. 

You heard your phone buzzing and found it under your bed. You had a ton of unread messages, and a new group chat that consisted of you, Isabelle, Ally, Emily, Harrison, Cal, and, you guessed it, Tom. Emily was definitely the culprit, she loved making new group chats. 

snow day gang

Em

i decided we needed a gc

Harrison

I fully support this 

Em

anyway i heard from one of my friends who works for the dean that its almost certain we have a snow day tomorrow too! so what time do you guys wanna start drinking

Cal

whenever works for us, but Isabelle is still asleep

jk shes waking up now

Al

im up

who tf let me drink that much damn

anyone heard from Y/N or tom?

Harrison

tom is in the bed next to me, he came back about 15 minutes after we did and passed out

not sure about Y/N

Iz

she drank more than any of us, shes probs still asleep

Cal

send tom when he wakes up to check on her

Harrison

hes awake but he just left

Cal

to check on Y/N?

Harrison

doubtful.

Cal

dont tell me hes in a bad mood again

Al

you guys do know hes in this chat right?

Em

whatevs what time are we partying

Iz

depends on when Y/N wakes up 

You scrolled through and weren’t surprised that Tom hadn’t answered, or that he was in a bad mood. You turned him down, and he’s definitely not used to girls not wanting to fuck him. You debated ignoring them, but knew if you did that someone would definitely come knocking down your door and you for sure didn’t want that. 

You

yeah come over at like 7

im going back to bed dont txt

You immediately left the group chat and crawled into bed, your body still exhausted from last night. 

* * * 

Isabelle, Ally, and Cal walked in carrying a few bottles of wine and bags of chips. They made themselves comfortable and Ally searched your bookcase for your poker chips. You waited a while, sitting on the floor in a circle as you shuffled the cards. 

10 minutes later the door opened again and Harrison physically pushed Tom into the room, with Emily following closely behind. 

“Y/N,” Emily said sweetly, “Can I talk to you for a second?” You got up quizzically. She gestured to the bathroom, so you went inside only to find Harrison pushing Tom in after. 

“HEY!” You yelled and banged on the door. It couldn’t be locked from the outside, but they had pushed the couch up against the door so you couldn’t get out. 

“We’ll let you out once you’ve stopped being mad at each other.” Harrison said. 

“We like hanging out all together and we aren’t gonna let you two ruin it with your stubbornness!” Emily added on. You sat on the floor, your back against the door. Tom was sitting on the toilet, head in his hands. 

“Do they have to shout, for god's sake, I’m still hungover.” He mumbled. 

“The least you could’ve done was give us some booze,” You said with a bang on the door. 

“You can drink when you’re done fighting.” Emily called back. They then turned the music up loud, which you were kind of grateful for. The bathroom door was thin and if you did end up talking, you didn’t want them overhearing. 

“We should probably-” 

“You hurt my feelings.” He said and looked at you. That was the last thing you were expecting. 

“What did I do to hurt your feelings?” 

“What you said about me being with so many different girls. We’re friends and I wasn’t trying to sleep with you, and it hurt my feelings that you assumed that.” 

“Well you asked to kiss me, so can you blame me for assuming that?!”

“It was a GAME Y/N! Relax, god, why do you take everything so seriously?” 

“I don’t!” 

“Yes, you do! You’re incapable of fucking around, you can’t even kiss someone without turning it into this big thing! You’re not even my type for fucks sake. You take everything so fucking seriously, it’s exhausting being your friend.” You were both standing now, getting closer to each other with every shout. 

“I do not.” You said. 

“Prove it.” He said and that smirk was back on his lips. 

You did the first thing that came to your mind. You kissed him. To prove it meant nothing to you. 

At first he was shocked with what you were doing, but soon he was wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling your body against his and slipping his tongue into your mouth. You felt his hands on your hip bones, pushing your body against the cold tile wall. 

You made out with him for just a few more seconds before grabbing his shoulders, flipping the two of you so he was against the wall, and pulling away. 

“I told you.” You said with a smile, your face still mere inches from him. “See? Meant nothing.”

You turned and pounded on the door saying “Guys! We figured it out, I promise.” A few seconds later the couch was pulled away and you were leaving the room, Tom following you. 

“So did you guys make up?” Emily asked. 

“What?! No!” Tom said defensively. 

“Idiot, she said make up. Yes, we are no longer feuding.” 

Your friends each sent you a look, saying that they knew exactly what must’ve happened in that bathroom that you were hiding. 

“Let’s play some poker.” You said and sat as far away from Tom as you could as Cal dealt the cards. 

* * *

It was late when your friends were leaving. You did indeed have another snow day, which was really nice. Everyone left but Tom. 

“I figured we should actually talk.” Tom said. “Plus I didn’t give Harrison and Emily any time last night and he was real pissed, so if it’s ok, I wanna give them some space.”

“That’s fine.” You said and pulled your legs underneath you. You were sitting on the corner of the couch, with Tom on your bed. “What did you want to talk about?” 

“That kiss, for starters.” 

“That kiss meant nothing, I was just fucking around like you said. No big deal.” You thought you saw a sad look on his face, but you must’ve been imagining it. 

“Good because if you catch feelings for me, we’re gonna have a problem.” He said in his best ‘tough guy’ voice. You laughed. 

“Relax, Holland, you’re the last person on earth I would ever have feelings for.” 

“Good.”

“Good.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” You were silent for a few minutes. “And I’m sorry.” You said breaking the silence. 

“For what?” 

“For what I said last night. That wasn’t fair to you. What you do with women is none of my business, you’re a good friend and that’s all that matters.” You smiled at him. 

“Thanks. You’re forgiven.” He responded.

“Good, or else it would be really awkward having to spend time together while you were sexiled.” He laughed, which made you smile. You loved his laugh, the way his eyes scrunched together and he shook his head from side to side. 

“Should we watch a movie?” You asked. 

“Sure.” He said and patted the bed next to him. 

“Uhm, I’m gonna put on some PJs.” You said, despite being in comfortable clothes. Maybe you wanted to fuck with him, maybe you wanted to seduce him, maybe you just wanted to change. Maybe all of the above. 

You went to your dresser, your back to the bed and Tom. You pulled your sweatshirt off, tossing it to the side. You unclipped your lace bralette and slid it off your arms slowly. You found a tank top and put it on.

You slipped your sweats off, and you had just a pair of boy shorts on underneath. You turned back and saw Tom staring at you. 

You didn’t acknowledge him, you just climbed onto the bed next to him and grabbed the TV remote so you could watch a movie. 

“God, you’re insufferable, Y/N.” 

“What do you mean?” You said innocently as you scrolled through netflix. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” 

“No I don’t.” 

“That outfit?” 

“What about it? It’s just pajamas. Besides, you said I’m not your type, you really shouldn’t have any problem with it.”

“That doesn’t mean...”

“What?” You asked.  

“I’m still a guy.” He said. 

“Really?” You mocked. 

“Yes, god Y/N, stop being ridiculous.” 

“I really have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said as you picked a chick flick, To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. 

“Fine, Y/L/N.” He said. He pulled his shirt off quickly and you found yourself staring as he flexed his abs. He pulled his gray sweatpants down so they were sitting low on his hips and he ran his hand through his hair. 

“What?” He said, mocking you now. 

You took a deep breath, sticking out your chest as you did so, trying to get back at him. 

“Are you cold?” He asked genuinely a few moments later. You nodded, it was as if he was reading your mind. “Here,” he said and pulled the comforter from underneath you and then threw it over the two of you. 

“You know,” you said after a few minutes. “I’m still a little chilly.” You scooted closer to Tom, who you weren’t previously touching. You leaned on him, putting your leg in between his and your hand on his chest. You let out a little sigh, and you could tell you were driving him crazy. 

His arm was around you now and you felt it travel down your back, resting on your ass. 

“Can’t keep your hands to yourself, Holland?” You teased. 

“Force of habit.” He muttered, but kept his hand where it was. 

You started to feel the alcohol taking over. He was so warm, and so close… 

You put the thought to the back of your mind and tried to focus on the movie. Before you realized it, you were slowly closing your eyes, leaning onto Tom for warmth. You got closer still, your bodies completely entangled, and he didn’t pull away. 

He should’ve pulled away. 

[shesawriter39049]

|BRAVADO|HOSEOK (M)| AU

EX IDOL ...TRANSITIONING TO SOLO K ARTIST (NOT BTS)

A/N: I had taken the sneak peek for part 1 down and swapped it out for the BACKSTORY ...but you guys asked for it..also it’s like completely reworked lol. This is 2.7K the full thing will prob be around around 10k…storyline heavy since it’s the first chapter but there will be a good amount of smut!

I’d suggest reading the backstory..at least after this so you have a better Idea..as this is a AU for multiple reasons….BUT you don’t HAVE to read it to get the gist.

PLEASE NOTE: THE WAY I’M WRITING HOSEOK’S FEELINGS ABOUT BEING A IDOL IS NOT HOW I THINK HE FEELS...IT’S REFERENCED HERE..AND WILL BE REFERENCED IN DETAIL DURING THE STORY. BUT THE GROUP HE WAS IN..THE CONTRACT AS EXTREMELY STRICT EVEN FOR KPOP. THE GROUP MUSICALLY OR CONCEPT WISE WAS NOTHING LIKE BTS SO PLEASE DON’T READ INTO THIS TOO DEEP !

Lol it’s just a story!! !

-The OC is tatted...but that’s as far as it get physically also her name in this is actually a nickname/business name sooo she’s still “Y/N”

Glancing up at all the lights throughout the city, just silently observing the way the sun was starting to set, taking in the different color waves that dusted the sky.There was this...array of calmness that had washed over Hoseok's body as of late, and he couldn’t even tell you where it came from. To be real, you'd think he’d be a total wreck considering he was in the final stages of finishing his debut album. A Week from today to be exact, in one week he’s due to sit in front of his label and play them the finished product.  Once that album get’s the labels stamp of approval..that's when it all starts, picking the single, finding dancers and a choreographer..shooting the music video, and album cover art. Oh let’s not forget the endless traveling to promote the single as well as multiple live performances. While hopefully finding a couple hours a to eat and sleep. The funny thing is, no matter how utterly exhausting that all sounds, especially because for the first time in his career he’d have to do it alone. Hoseok still felt good, damn good,confident, happy, genuinely happy, the butterflies that roamed through his body as he anxiously awaited the start of his new journey felt more exhilarating than anything else. For the first time in years he was looking forward to the idea of stepping into the “Unknown” excited to grow and mature within in craft. Now don’t get me wrong I’m not sitting here saying the ride so fars been nothing but rainbows and butterflies. He did damn near have a mental breakdown last night while in the studio with Gray and Yoongi, over the production of a song. Let’s just say it was pushing 1AM, and Hoseok had a little too much coffee..mixed in with a little too less sleep...and for some reason the 808 just didn't sound right. But of course..after finally getting a good oh I don't know 10 hours of sleep, waking up to a voice memo from Gray... ultimately the 808 actually did sound right! To be fair it always did, he was just stressed and trippin’ a little ,but that was normal, that was expected this is his first solo project , his baby if you will.

“Our sunshine” that’s what his fans called him, no matter what mood you were in, if Hoseok smiled at you...your body responded on command. There was no way around it, and the energy and pure bliss  that radiated from his body as of late reflected that nickname to the tee. I’m not implying he was completely miserable during his career as an Idol because he honestly wasn't. Hobi loved his members, fans, and will be forever grateful for the life and memories they’ve given him. But, Idol life at least under the contract he signed...wasn't meant for a free spirit like Jung Hoseok, and this mini hiatus he’s been on since the groups disbandment, has shown him that first hand.

As he continued gazing out the window of the tinted SUV that was currently sandwiched in LA traffic he didn't even realizing the permanent smile engraved on his cheeks the entire car ride. One earpod in, currently playing a couple rough cuts of the songs he'd just finished last night as he just people watched. Loving the different cultures and personalities that danced along the streets of LA, the city of dreamers...always feeling at home no matter what part of California he was in. Moments like these were still felt new to him, the freedom he now felt being able to not be paranoid if he went to events solo. Or if he wanted  to go out to a bar and have a couple drinks with friends..no matter the gender. Finally able to run his own social media accounts and post whatever he wanted….if he felt like posting a picture of him in a towel after the gym then he could. If he wanted to post a picture of him and a girl out at dinner….he could, now if we're being real here..the majority of his fanbase is still women so he’s not in any rush to settle down and spam his socials with a girlfriend. Nor does he even have time to entertain someone full time, but it’s just the principle,if he wanted too he could...and that’s something he hasn't been able to do since he was shit,18. His new contract for the most part was solely business related, it held no stipulations on his personal life. Smiling fondly at the growing line of fans that started streaming down the sidewalk, the event itself didn't even start for damn near a hour and a half yet fans were already posted outside.

Tonight was Jay Park’s album release at “The Novo” in Downtown LA, the event itself was a showcase and a album release party all in one, this particular event wasn't for the fans though. They were just all outside patiently waiting to show their love and support while of course also hoping to get glimpses of some of their favorite artist, as well as Mr. Park himself. The idea behind the showcase was more so for industry reps to get a first listen at the album: Radio personalities, music critics ,bloggers and of course Jay’s friends and family. Hints why Hoseok was invited, even during his boyband days the two of them were close, bonding over there love for hip hop and dance.He often refers to him as his “Little big brother”  since even though Park is almost 8 years older..Hoseok is almost 4 inches taller,and there's not a day that goes by that he doesn't remind him of that. The two of them were a lot closer than the public actually knew, Park starting out in a boyband himself later transitioning into becoming the founder of his own label. Partially because he wanted to give other Korean artist who didn't fit in that “Idol box”  full reigns and creative freedom over there craft, Jay understood Hoseok’s concerns and struggles first hand.

Currently headed not even a mile up the road to “The Ritz-Carlton”, which is where Jay was staying while he got ready for his party.Feeling the car come to a complete stop,taking that as a hint that they had arrived, pulling down the mirror to give himself a one over, before stepping out of the car. His dark wavy locks messily pushed out of his face, skin holding a warm glow due to being in LA for the past 2 weeks. Minimum makeup on, let’s be real when your going to a papped event ...all celebrities no matter who you are have something vailing over there skin. The last thing you need is the full exposure on a camera zoning in on every pour on your face, it just wasn't a full blown smokey eye. Letting his eyes trace down his face, gazing over the small silver hoop that sat in his nose, all the way to the ink the laced along the side of his neck. He felt good, he felt like him...not even trying to hide the smirk that danced along his lips as he glanced back at this reflection “Sir is this entrance okay?” The sound of the drivers voice snapped Hoseok out of his moment of vanity “Oh yeah,  well, actually let me make a quick phone call first just to double check.”  Tilting his head up to smile at the driver through the partition before scrolling through his text messages quickly looking for the one labeled “Mariah-JP” . Clicking the call button, placing it on speaker as he could tell his pods were dying, and he swore it didn't even fully ring once before she picked up “ PLEASE, tell me your here!?” The level of frustration and desperation in her voice shouldn't have been as amusing as it was,impulsively snorting out the ugliest cackle , not even able to imagine what her days been like. “Shit, I’m sorry I didn't mean to laugh but...wow...ugh yeah, I’m getting dropped off at the main valet entrance is that cool?” Wanting to make sure she wasn't it by any other door as he’d rather get dropped off than make her chase him around “Yes that’s perfect just hurrrryy!!!” Even the driver couldn’t help but chuckle at how frazzled she seemed. Quickly apologizing for the break in character not wanting to seem unprofessional in which Hoseok waved off, not minding one bit, the call was on speaker and it was honestly hilarious. Almost reaching over to open the door himself before he heard the drivers side door open, still a task he felt unnecessary..I mean..come on...he could open his damn door. But not wanting to offend the driver or interfere with him doing his job...he waited patiently for him to open his door.

Hopping out of the car swiftly, turning around to grab the small black David Yurman bag off the seat, as well as to double check that nothing fell out of his pockets as he wouldn’t be riding to the party with the driver. Part of the reason he was meeting Jay here first is because he received a text in regards to a mandatory pre-game session before hand. In addition to the fact that Park wanted his entourage of friends to arrive with im to walk his “black carpet”

Gazing up at this beautiful 54 story glass structure that sat in front of him.. instantly bringing back memories of the boys last world tour, were they sold 2 nights at the Rose Bowl. It was crazy how his heart started fluttering all over again just at the thought of it..the biggest grin stretching across his cheeks. To anyone else just walking by, hell even the driver he probably looked fucking insane but he didn't care, that memory too vivid, too pure..to be held in regardless of the circumstances. Eyes starting to tear up at the pictures he was starting to paint in his head, he swore he could literally still here the fanchants clear as day ..damn near a year later..

Snapping himself out of that memory before it got too deep, and his makeup got ruined..because if he would’ve  sat in that moment any longer he would have started balling his eyes out! He felt the driver simply just pat his shoulder... It was the sweetest thing ever the way he just stood there, not asking any questions, not exactly sure what just happened that caused the sudden shift in Hoseok's mood. But he just  let him have his space, not in any rush to leave, and even if Hoseok didn't physically say anything about it, he picked up on the gesture immediately, something so small, meant so much.It wasn’t required for him to give a damn, all he was instructed to do was drive...yet he could tell this young man needed a little more than that right now...even it was subtle. 

“Thanks man I appreciate it” There was this sense of warmth that laced through Hoseok's voice as he spoke, a slight tremble knocking at his usual collected tone because he meant that phrase in more ways than one. Extending his hand to the drivers for what he assumed was just a handshake instead Hoseok slid a tip in his hand before smiling up at the gentleman fondly.

“The pleasures all mine, I hope you enjoy your night!” The warmth was returned graciously before  he made his way over to the drivers side to pull off. Of course the driver didn't actually open his hand and look at the amount until he got in the car but let’s just say he was pleasantly surprised.

It didn't take long for Mariah to spot him...not that he was hard to miss in his leather embellished Gucci jacket. Damn near pushing past the doormen to hold the door open for Hoseok, who previously started walking towards the door extremely slow, with a shit eating grin on his face. “Don’t make me hurt you! Get your ass over here!!!”  flailing her arms in the air as egged him closer, pulling her in for a quick hug because she damn sure looked like she needed one, in addition to a whole lotta liquor! Standing there in her cute pink little bodycon dress and Louboutins, hair pin straight, parted down the middle draping down her back.“Thank God...this man has been asking about you all damn day!” Sighing into Hoseok's chest as she spoke , her tone  shifting immediately, soothing out while in his embrace. Hoseok’s known Jay for almost 5 years and Mariah's been Park’s assistant since he started his label in 2013, so naturally the two of them had become friends as well! A snort left Hoseok's lips as he shook his head not even surprised. Again that was his “Little big brother” after all….

“Offff course he has..” a slight air of sarcasm cracked along his lips as he tried to fight back the smile tugging at his cheeks. Secretly loving the fact that one of his closest friends genuinely just wanted him around, as friendship was something Hoseok held dear to his heart!  Following Mariah’s lead through the lobby, grand wasn't even the right word to describe this hotel, the sound of Mariah’s heels clicking along the marble, as she lead them towards the elevator.”So on a scale of 1-10 how ready are you to quit today?” Brow arched at the implied question, as the door opened and she damn near slumped against the glass upon entering. But before she even had time to respond a ringtone comparable to the grim reaper cut through the air causing a loud cackle to erupt from Hosokes chest.

“Oh my God, please tell me that’s not Jay’s ringtone!?” Mariah couldn't even help the exasperated sigh that left her lips as she put the phone call on speaker. Not even waiting for her to say “Hello” before he spoke into the phone

“Have you-”  

“Dude stop whining like a little bitch!” playfully sliding his tongue through his teeth as he teased Jay through the speaker. Waiting for him to recognize Hoseok's voice through the phone...

“Well it’s about time your punk ass got here! And who are you calling a bitch! It’s Jay hyung to you motherfucker” This was their relationship 24/7 they gave each other shit on a consistent basis, if you actually didn't know how close they were you'd probably think the hated each other. Park brought out a different side to Hoseok and he loved it, growing up in Korea, and growing up in the states is a complete 360! Even if your parents were extremely strict and “traditional” if you will. Naturally growing up in a integrated area...your character traits adapt to the people your around. So with the two of them technically being Korean -American there wasn’t a barrier within there “vulgar, or “crude” sense of humor. There were things he could do or say around him that Hoseok wouldn't dare say around most of his Idol friends just due to the culture difference. Dramatically rolling his eyes at the sound of Jay asking for him to be called “Hyung” as he already knew he only said it to be a smart ass .

Hoseok could hear another voice in the background that he didn't recognize but it was clear it was a woman and from the sound of things she busting his balls which made Hoseok happy to no end. “Alright, man will be up there in a minute, were literally in the elevator just stop your crying for 2 seconds little big brouthers coming!” Not even waiting for him to respond before he clicked end on Mariah's phone already well aware he’d have some smartass comeback.The sound of the bell dining rang through the small space, as the glass doors slowly parted...exposing the cherry stained wood walls.

Hoseok’s curiousity getting the best of him “Who's in the room with him right now?” Glancing over his shoulder as they swiftly moved through the sea of people..walking through the halls, a amused smirked moved up her face at the question “That would be Rain….” there was a certain twang to her voice as she said your name only making Hoseok even more curious as the approached the room.

Peeping her head through the door after swiping the keycard to make sure he wasn't walking around  balls to the wind, and the minute the door cracked open, exposing the extremely spacious executive suite  the two of them could hear the the endless banter that was currently taking place. “Yeah, I’m sure they are comfortable you look like your about to take your kid to soccer practice Janice. Where the fuck’s you minivan!?” Brow arched, tone slightly elevated at the implied question, after a good oh I don't know 10 minute discussion as to why Jay was NOT wearing those particular pair of jeans with his custom jack for his performance tonight. More importantly..he hadn't even started getting ready for the night at all, as he had a rack to his left with four options to walk the carpet in because he couldn't narrow it down prior too.

“Fuck off it’s a durango not a minivan! Anddddd you could always like, I don't know sew some leather patches here ...and oh here..” Eyes almost bugging out of your sockets not even believing he was legitimately standing in the bathroom trying to get you to alter a random ass pair of jeans that looked like they’d be rejected from Goodwill...a hour before his party.

“Are you- did you- Park!” The growl accompanied in the way you said his name made his entire face crumble into it self as he laughed which let you know he was just busting your balls at this point. “Okay you know what..I’m gonna kick your ass, and take those before I burn them, I swear to god!” Huffing out in frustration as you ran your fingers rough your scalp, taking a firm grip on your roots as you held your hair in place. Eyes fluttering over to your left  following the footsteps that entered the room only for you to meet the gentleman who standing parallel to you. A smirk glossed over your lips as you acknowledged the way his eyes shameless took you in from head to toe. Your gaze almost somewhat encouraging him to continue as to be fair….you were doing the same thing to him. I guess you could lie and say it was the inner stylist in you that made you give everyone you meet a one over which is the honest truth. But if were being real, that didn't have a damn thing to with my your eyes were flicking from his lips over to his disgustingly chiseled jawline. More importantly, why did this man look so familiar..you knew him from somewhere you just..couldn't quite put your finger on it...

You watched the way his eyes admired the sinful manner in which your black leather Moschino mini dress clung to every curve on your body..more importantly the way the entire piece was held together by one single zipper than ran down the center of the dress.Letting his eyes drift over to the extremely sexy contrast of the full black and white sleeve that started at your shoulder and draped all the way down to your wrist, extending slightly onto the curve of your hand. Or maybe it was the fact that your entire presence didin’t crumble the minute he locked eyes with you. Even at first glance the aura radiating off your body had him intrigued you just looked like you could actually keep up with him, the real him.  It was insane the way a good oh I don't know, 30 seconds of eye contact between the two of you said so damn much. I guess the night will tell if he was on to something or if you were just being a little tease..which to be fair you definitely were regardless, but that’s part of the fun right?

That’s all she wrote for the sneak peek...lemme know what ya think and if your excited for the full thing which is halfway done actually thank the lordt! lol

Love you guys as always,

Rocki

[glowyskull]

I have a lot don’t judge me; 28, 22, 21, 18, 17, 14, 6, 3, 1 Mason and Green Bean, and 6, 3, 1 for Nate Emily and Marco QwQ I love your kids beb 💕

Mason

1.-Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

He probs has one home that’s shaped like a dragon

3.-Ask them to describe their love interest.

“:’) everyone’s hot, help me”

6.-Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

He would take advice from his squad, be it Cassiel, Leaf or Jace (Reed and Zeek too)

He honestly doesn’t have someone he absolutely doesn’t trust. Probably Crocell.

14.-Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

He does

His guilty pleasures are being held by anyone that’s taller, bigger or more powerful than him (which is quite a lot of ppl)

Sharp fangs

And he has quite a sweet tooth so, buying tons of sweets and desserts

17.-Do they like children?

Yep!

18.-Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Hoo boi... both but he’s really shy so, he’d have a hard time going for french kisses

21.-What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Mason can and will take a lot

Lying to him about something big or mistreating his friends would be the last straw

22.- Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

He likes them and he’s used to them

He uses whatever fits. His default would be sunshine.

28.- Would they date a fixer-upper?

He would

Belial

1.-Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

He doesn’t have any stuffed animals. Maybe he has a Mason plushie that Noah gave him in a sad attempt to perform some voodoo... he failed and forgot about it

3.-Ask them to describe their love interest.

Again, this is a ship I have with @grimdarkutopia for fun

“Enamoring, enrapturing, a sweet little angel that sometimes worries too much. He’s hypnotizing and amazing... he’s always trying his best to take care of the people he cares about and that kindness just makes me love him even more. I love how playful he is and how strong he is... and I know he’s strong and can take care of himself... I just can’t help myself and want to protect him at all costs”

6.-Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

He’s very stubborn... he would only take advice from Astaroth, Crocell or Reed... maybe even Mason cuz he knows he is too honest to actually set him up or give him shitty advice

He won’t take advice from anyone else, especially Nero cuz he really hates him

14.-Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

He doesn’t feel guilty over anything

He just likes things and feels no shame

17.-Do they like children?

He’s not really good with them but he won’t be mean

18.-Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Both. Tongue is his favorite. He likes to bite too.

21.-What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

He hates lies. Lying or cheating is the last straw.

22.- Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

He doesn’t really mind being called pet names

His go-to is darling for anyone

28.- Would they date a fixer-upper?

He’d really really have to love them

Nathan

1.-Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

He had a lot of them when he was a kid. He probs keeps two or three. His favorite would be a red panda plush

3.-Ask them to describe their love interest.

“Sweet, handsome, patient, wonderful, kind, passionate, breathtaking, an inspiration, a stunner and just... everything I dreamed of. His face lights up in just the cutest way when he talks about things he loves and his voice is just so soothing. His hair, his eyes, his smile, they are just... wow... after all this time together, he still makes me feel butterflies and makes my heart beat so fast...He makes me feel loved and safe and my life got so much brighter when he walked into it. I just want to make him smile everyday-“ And some say, to this day, he’s still talking

6.-Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

He’ll always take Emily, Sal, Silje and Ollie’s advice

He would never take advice from Marco

Emily

1.-Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

She does have one too many. Her favorite is a small gray bear

3.-Ask them to describe their love interest.

“Silje is just strong and lovely and so sweet. She makes me feel safe and cuddling with her is the highlight of my day... I love to see her messy hair in the morning and it’s just so cute to see her trying her best to fully wake up. She’s beautiful and her smile just lights up the whole room. Slow dancing with her is always so much fun and romantic... I just love her so much”

6.-Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

She’ll always take Nathan, Sal and Silje’s advice

She would never take advice from Avery

Marco

1.-Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

He doesn’t... he does sleep hugging a pillow once in a while though

3.-Ask them to describe their love interest.

“Omnisc (Ollie) gives meaning to my life. He’s cute and enticing... I would give my life for him without hesitating. His smile and his hair are so beautiful and I love to get home just to cuddle him all night. He’s everything I ever wished for and I just love to spoil him”

6.-Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

He’ll always take Ollie’s advice... sometimes even Nathan

He won’t take advice from anyone else

[poppyknitt]

Hopeless Purgatory- A JSE Egos Fanfic

Recap: Because of recent events, Jackieboyman is left half-blind and mostly under the control of Marvin, Chase is left kicked out of his now unconscious body, which is presumably also under the corrupt magician’s control, Jameson, the only known tie Chase’s spirit has to the physical plane, is unconscious, with the likelihood of his survival unknown, Robbie with a cracked skull, and Signe, otherwise known as Wiishu, still missing in her attempts to discover every detail of the plans that Dark, Anti and Marvin have for the egos.

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[October 9th boyos]

Chase wandered around the empty house that he called home, having been left entirely to his own devices as a ghostly dad bro after JJ was brutally knocked out of the equation by Marvin only 19 hours earlier. He noticed that the locator he’d been using to talk with the others was missing from the place he’d left it, so, naturally, he decided to try and talk to whoever had it now. Surely it’d be better than just flat out suffering in solitary silence, right?

“Hey, bro. Dunno which one of the two-Well, three, technically- you are, but, uh, I noticed you took the locator?” He asked skeptically.

“Oh! Heya! I didn’t realize that’s what this was. Wait, who is this? How are you talking to me?” Signe’s voice responded from the other end of the connection.

“Uh. Hey Signe. It’s me, Chase. I’m kinda a ghost right now.”

“What? How? Are you dead or something?! What on earth have I been missing?!” She responded.

“Not quite. Marvin accidentally kicked me out of my body. And, uh, everything. We’re down to just Seán and Henrik being left totally in control and not in a hospital bed.” He deadpanned.

“Oh no! Are JJ and Robbie okay?!”

“Robbie’s skull is cracked, but otherwise he’s fine. Jamie, on the other hand... oh god... He... We don’t know if he’s going to wake up or not. He’s sorta in a coma right now.” He cringed at the memory of the two youngest egos clinging onto each other in the unconscious, horridly bruised states they were in when he last saw them.

“Hey, wait, if you’re a ghost, doesn’t that mean you could technically go to Stacy’s house and see your kids every day without her knowing?” Signe asked.

“Oh my god. I didn’t think of that. Signe, you are a freaking genius!” Chase beamed, instantly forgetting the memories of the aftermath of Marvin’s attack on JJ and Robbie.

“I know!” She chirped, “But there’s still the question of how you would communicate with them..”

“No idea, but if they’re like most other kids, they’ll probably be able to interact with me, unlike Stacy or any of the other adults I’ve seen so far.” He shrugged, forgetting she wasn’t right there with him.

“So... You’re relying on your kids’ ability to see ghosts, and only their ability to see ghosts..?” She asked.

“Pretty much, yeah.” He said, already making his way to Stacy’s house.

“Why am I not surprised?” She laughed.

...

....

.....

Chase snuck into his ex’s house by ghosting his way up to the balcony in the back, on the second floor, which conveniently happened to lead straight to his son’s room.

“Gray?” He cautiously called his son, using his nickname, so he would know it was Chase.

“Dad?” He heard the 11-year-old’s response, and the little man poked his head into his room.

“Grayson! Bed!” He said, raising a finger to his lips, so the kid would know to whisper.

“Grayson? Is your dad here or something?” Chase heard Stacy’s call from down the stairs.

“No! Sorry, mom! I just thought I heard his voice. Guess I forgot to turn the TV off!” His son called back, and then came into the room, silently running over to Chase and trying to hug him. When he just fell onto the bed next to his father, Grayson looked at Chase in confusion.

“Sorry, kiddo... Dad’s in a bit of a ghostly state at the moment.” Chase sighed, feeling really bad that his son couldn’t hug him anymore.

“Oh... That’s awesome! And super concerning. But mostly awesome!” Grayson beamed, grinning childishly. Chase laughed, and did his best to hug his son, despite the limitations brought by his lack of a physical body.

“Hey, Gray, can you do me a favor and go get you sister?” He asked when he finally stopped hugging his son, smiling softly at him.

“Yeah! Hang on, I’ll be right back!” Grayson said, and darted off to his sister’s room across the hall. When he came back a few minutes later, Samantha was following him, and they were carrying some paper, crayons, and other art materials.

“Daddy!” Samantha gasped when she saw Chase, and dropped everything she was holding. Grayson held his little sister back as she attempted to go hug her father, like he had, explaining the situation to her.

“So, basically, we can’t really hug Dad right now. But I bet he can color with us! Right dad?” Grayson finished his explaination, and looked up at his father for confirmation. Chase nodded, smiling happily.

“Yay!” Samantha cheered quietly. The three of them went onto the balcony, and the kids set up the art supplies so they could spend the rest of the day coloring and doing all the other fun things they would normally do on the weekends he was allowed to have his kids over.

When the day had flown by, and the sun was finally beginning to set, Chase found himself alone on the balcony, as Stacy had called the kids down to eat dinner. Normally, he would have gone down with them, and attempted to hug Stacy, but she had a new boyfriend now, and he knew that she would probably never let him that close to her ever again, not unless she really needed a friend, and had no other options. So, instead, he sat alone on the balcony, sullenly watching as the sun set before him.

“It’s really pretty out right now, isn’t it?” He head Jackie speak up behind him. He whipped around in surprise, finding that Jackie had indeed briefly taken his spirit out of the astral plane and into this one.

“Jackie, what on earth are you doing here?” He asked.

“Well, a little bird told me that you were spending the time you have stuck like this with your kids, so I thought it would be nice to join you as a ghost, since I doubt seeing their Awesome Uncle Jackie in the state his physical body is in at the moment wouldn’t exactly do their mental health much good.” Jackie grinned, his joke managing to provoke a laugh from his “little brother”.

“Yeah, it probably wouldn’t.” He chuckled, and patted the seat next to him, “Come sit down, bro. I’m sure the kids would love it if you helped them color a picture.”

When the kids got back upstairs, the four of them spent the last few hours left until Samantha and Grayson had to go to bed playing around, coloring, joking, laughing, and just having a lot of general, all around childish fun, despite the situations that had brought them to this moment. Once they were called to bed, though, Jackie said it was time he got to sleep, too, much to the kids’ disappointment, and left.

When Stacy neglected to come upstairs and tuck Samantha and Grayson in, Chase decided he would be the better parent now, and went to Samantha’s room first. She was climbing into her bed, so he gave her a little bit to get situated, and went to the side of her bed.

“Hey Sammy. You doing okay?” He asked, crouching down so he could look closer at the 6-year-old and make sure she wasn’t injured or anything. He knew Stacy wouldn’t do that to the kids, but honestly, he didn’t trust the new boyfriend just yet. He just had to be sure.

“I’m okay, daddy. Don’t worry.” She replied innocently, though, something about the way she said it didn’t feel right to him.

“Okay... But Sammy, if anyone, grown-up or not, hurts you, you gotta be sure to tell me, alright?” He said, tucking her in, and she just nodded in response. He smiled, and did his best to kiss her on the forehead, despite being a ghost at the moment, “Always remember that I love you more than anything else, alright kiddo?”

“Okay, daddy. I love you too.” She smiled. He walked out of the room, instinctively hitting the lightswitch, which only made the lightbulb break.

Shit! He thought, as Stacy called up to them, asking if everything was okay up there.

“We’re fine, momma! Rocky just knocked something over, that’s all!” Grayson yelled back. Chase felt his heart soar, because the fact that Grayson used the robotic dinosaur toy he’d gotten for him as a birthday present back when he was Samantha’s age in his excuse meant that Stacy had kept the toy.

“Okay... Just make sure you clean the mess up and turn him off, alright Grayson?” Stacy’s response came.

“I will, mom!” Grayson called, winking at his father to let him know he had his back.

“Thanks, kid.” Chase said, putting a hand on his son’s shoulder.

“No prob, dad. Though, you may wanna clean that mess up before mom or Alex come upstairs in a couple hours... Otherwise I won’t be able to lie for you again.” He said, giving Chase a big, cheeky grin.

“Well, I should hope you won’t have to do it again, regardless of whether I clean up my mess or not!” Chase grinned back, as his son got into bed.

“That depends on how much else you plan on breaking while you’re visiting in your ghosty form.” Grayson joked, and Chase ruffled his hair.

“Alright, ya rascal, time for bed. Don’t make me break another bulb to get you to sleep, young man.” Chase joked back, while also putting his dad-stance on.

“Okay, okay! You’re making my head cold!” Grayson said, turning his lamp off and getting under the blankets.

“Good night, son.” Chase smiled, tucking him in.

“G’night, dad.” Grayson said, and fell silent, as he closed his eyes. Chase left his son’s bedroom, and looked around the upstairs for a bit after he cleaned up the shattered lightbulb pieces. He didn’t really think much had changed since he last saw the place, at least, not until he got to the master bedroom, and saw a couple of fist-shaped dents in the walls. He felt his heart drop, as his suspicions about the new guy were confirmed.

If he really did still love Stacy, Chase knew he was going to have to do everything in his power to get this man out of the house before JJ woke back up, or else he would have to drag his brothers even further into this mess- And that was not something he intended to do.

Thank god I have the ghosting powers required to do this then, huh?

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Part Thirteen of

The Unraveling

(A very big chapter in a slightly darker version of the Jacksepticeye & Markiplier Egoverse)

Part Fourteen

@antis-loyal-puppet

@chaoticcrimsonrose

@septic-dr-schneep

@spaceykidd0

@tiny-septic-puppet

[smellycinnamonthundahfudge]

tumblr fweinds

a year ago, i was tagged by @suplosers on two questionnaires and it is only now, a year later that i was able to answer em. i’m so sorry it took me this long but yah i’m just glad to get thru dis milestone, answering the first tumblr get to know ya post i was @ at... yaayyy ^^

rules: answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people.

I tag: tbd haha i still have to dig thru meh notifs to see which ones apparently took an interest in me so i’d like to take an interest in as well haha but oh @you-guys--are-losers, ur doing this whahaha hope it’s not too much of a bother, no presh watsoever ;3

the last

1. drink: ughh it's dis shitty stuff called hydrite w/c is basically salt water cus im sick rn and it's supposed to rehydrate ur shts or something hahaha

but dat was like a week ago... as of da moment i posted dis, it’s coffee from mini stop dat i drank at like 530 in da morn while i waited until i could enter the school cus i had to commute 3 hours w/ lil to none sleep

2. phone call: my father or one of my best friends

3. text message: the last one i texted was my sister and the last one i got a text from was dis org in school about the location for recruitment/auditions/interview

4. song you listened to: billy jean by michael jackson and i listened to it for meh tomdaya fic hahaha. But i also listened to halo by beyonce, untouchable and dress by taylor swift, and some other songs magmt mentions in her tomdaya fic hehe a week ago

rn, a metal cover of toxic by our last night

5. time you cried: haha i don't actually remember the context of it (i could find out tho haha cus i sent da pic to my best friend) but i took a pic of it while i did it which was on... july 16 hahaha. Oh but w8 oh sht i think i cried after that fudge w8 i don't remember the date (i think i can find this out too hahaha) but i wrote a sortof goodbye confessions letter to one of my dear friends and i wrote there that i externally cried (b4 i just said internally haha) so i'm not entirely sure i cried but i think im pretty sure i teared up hehe

6. dated someone twice: hahaha i haven't even had a legit love interest yet 😆😂 buuutt my best friend and i have "dated" as in spent entire days together w/ just the two of us, we even went to mcdonalds for valentine's day and got each other gifts hihihi aahhh gosh i miss her :'(

7. kissed someone and regretted it: haha im not even sure if dis happened and i have no plans on asking her about it but i remember when i was a kiddo, when my sis came home for some reason i kissed her on the lips hahaha dont remember if accidental or i just brain farted heck i aint even sure if it happened but das all i can answer cus well like i said, see #6 😆😂😆😂

8. been cheated on: hhmmm probs not, i have no idea if ive been cheated on in an unromantic way hahaha but in da romantic way, like i said, no love interest hahaha

Oh w8 does being someone's crush (i aint sure but it seemed like it) and crushing on dat dude but dat dude crushing on someone else too count as cheating? 😆😂😆😂

9. lost someone special: yes, all of my grandparents are dead. I've also lost pets, and i fear i may lose some of my friends due to the distance among us in this time of our lives

10. been depressed: i always wanna be careful over how to define depression. Like wat constitutes it... but yes, i think i have. Not sure, mind you, but yes, at the beginning of gr 7 i was really alone, i think i was bullied and i think i was depressed and going thru a really dark phase of my life back then. But then again, i have to say, i'm not sure.

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: hahaha nope. I'm looking forward to getting drunk tho. Im currently underage so im not allowed to drink dat much yet but yeah i wanna know my limits hehehe i hope im da kinda gurl who can handle her liquor but i have drank and i have to say it made me all loopy and weird and just like woke or high or something hahaha so yeah man im excited to get trashed on my 18th bday hahaha (hopefully i get to do this tho huhuhu)

3 favourite colours

12. Pink

13. Blue

14. Gray

in the last year have you

15. made new friends: yyeeesssss and i'm so glad i have hihi. I have made friends w/ a select group of my blockmates and they're awesome and weird, i hope to strengthen our bond in da future hehe. Ooohhh and i sure hope that you guys are losers is my friend cus she's been rlly great :')

16. fallen out of love: i guess the closest i've come to falling out of love in a romantic way is moving on from da heavy crushin on meh crush. But i dunno, i still think he's a unicorn n pretty special to me so i dunno hahaha.

But bro, i do think i have fallen out of love. With tv shows, with characters. Like i used to be so passionate about a few shows and characters but now all i have towards them is regret heck i cant even remember wat dey are but i know dat der was love lost. I know it.

17. laughed until you cried: hahaha yaasss i think so. It's either when i was with my best dearest friends or during the class of dis really cool and funny as heck joker teacher who makes us laugh in EVERY SINGLE CLASS hahaha ahhh das guy's so cool

18. found out someone was talking about you: oohh yah yah i think so. Either from my best friends or from a few of my old classmates i care about and had gotten close with. Da best friend ones was about something in my past/history (g7) and the classmates one i think was just dem talking about me and they told me about it ooohhh i think it was my crush hahahaha. They told me dat my crush actually admired me a lot hehe. There was one time my friend (the one who told me about dis) was putting make up on me for a school film, and my crush was da cam guy and he told my friend i looked pretty. Sooo im pretty lucky dat- oh sht w8 i dunno if it's dis year but oh w8 no, it was on my bday last year (dec 20) and da same friend said she was sorry cus apparently da bois make fun of me or something and she was sorry cus she laughed along too hahaha but i didnt mind cus i know im weird and i dont even know what dey say about me in da first place hahahaha. Ok das it im done, i think ive overshared now hahaha 😆😂😆😂

19. met someone who changed you: my best friends. Ive thought about it based on wat sup losers said about change for da better and i dont rlly think of change as something dat happens quick, i think it happens over time and u dont even notice it. So ok oh sht i think im wrong cus i met my best friends 4/6 years ago hahaha but for reals tho, i was in a dark place and if it werent for dem i think id still be lost lonely and sad. Uuhhmmm in regards to answering the question correctly, i guess my blockmates count since they inspire/challenge me to be better. OH SHT W8 i def think you guys are losers and dead end street and tomdaya receipts and tout de suite have changed me hehehe. Da first 2 in dat dey inspired me to write more hehe. Da 1st one inspired me to do this so i think this counts as change hehe. And da last 2 changed me in dat bcus i met dem, i became OBSESSED w/ tomdaya hahaha.

20. found out who your friends are: yes, i have actually. And it's all because i am now currently a college freshman as well as my friends.

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: hahaha my fam i guess hahaha. But no one in a romantic context.

general

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: hhmmm i guess id say about 200 since i know 4 sections of around 40 ppl and da rest is like fam and ppl ive met once/twice or have passed by haha

23. do you have any pets: yaaaassss 3 doggos: albie, juju, and biggie girl. Juju has a pupper named tchalla called dat cus he black hehehe and biggie has 2 biglets named mermer (meredith) and crissy (cristina) cus they're sisters 😍😊😊

My fam have also had a buncha dogs n puppers before but they were either given away or passed away. My bro also has dis cat named bob and i think he counts as a semi pet since my bro's home is a fam home.

24. do you want to change your name: uuhhh i wish i had an alliterative name like superheroes. Buutt im pretty happy w/ my name :')

25. what did you do for your last birthday: oohhhh i think i was at my section's christmas party it was pretty nice n emotional and i spent da rest of da day w/ 2 of meh best friends who bought me cake n food when my own fam didn't 😆😂😆😂

26. what time did you wake up: 4 am to shit cus im sick, but fell asleep again and officially got up around 730 or 8ish

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: haha tryna stay awake cus i had to drink meh meds and failed oh so much and i think i was asleep by midnight hahaha

28. name something you can’t wait for: tomdaya content, chatting/being w/ my best friends, watching da stuff i wanna watch, tumblring, reading sht i wanna read, vacation, writing fanfics, learning how to do a buncha stuff (write screenplays, make films n gifs, draw better), my bday when i hopefully get to do wat i want haha, avengers 4 and smffh, and captain marvel and antman and the wasp too i guess haha oh and the incredibles 2 and httyd 3 😍😍😍 oohhh and crazy rich asians

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: on monday which was when i was at home and not at my dad's n sis' n i's apartment in manila for school/work

31. what are you listening to right now: commercials on da tv as i answer this long ass questionnaire hahaha

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: hahaha i had to think about dis one but yah i have actually haha he was my gr 8 class mate n i like to think semi friend back den at least haha. Oh w8 but he doesn't go by tom tho, it's just thomas haha

33. something that is getting on your nerves: myself hahaha my shitty lazy ass procrastinating self hahaha 😅🙍

34. most visited website: fb specifically messenger, youtube, and tumblr

35. hair colour: hmmm black w/ a bit of brown i guess (ASIAN, YO! 😆😂😆😂)

36. long or short hair: neither, medium i guess haha. I like how long hair looks but it's such a bother n hassle haha. So i def would prefer short hair on a practical standpoint hahaha (im actually thinking of shaving the hair above my nape, yknow on da back of my head hehe)

37. do you have a crush on someone: well i dont have dat much of a crush on da crush i mentioned before, like i said haha. I have a crush on tomdaya, does dat count? 😆😂

38. what do you like about yourself: hahahaha nothing 😆😂😆😂🙍

Naahh uhhh i guess i like how much i love tv shows, i love meh fangirl self, and i like how diff n unique n weird i am, how i stand out, n dat i think my dreams are noble n worth tryin out. N i like how supportive n nice i am n im just chill on da outside haha. N sometimes i like meh face hehe. And i think dat im hilarious n weird n ppl should appreciate me more hahaha das y i crave for more validation dan consulting researchers hahaha (no one laughs at dat jokes and it's like im da only one who finds it funny and come on, man, i managed to make a research joke. Cant ya give a girl a break?)

n i guess sometimes it's good how much i care but sometimes i wish my feels could just chill for just like a minute pls

Thanks, man. I usually just focus on meh bad qualities so thanks for dis question, man :')

oh and i like dat i can swim hehe

39. piercings: i have holes on my ears for earrings but i don't really wear dem

40. blood type: a, i think?

41. nickname: sam, sab, and i rlly want to be called smells cus it's like a more me version of mels from melody hahaha

42. relationship status: single, yo. Oh w8 but i am married to my bed and fandoms so dey always come first. Plus i love my friends 😍😊

43. zodiac: sagittarius i think but i dont rlly know/care about zodiac sht. Tho it's nice if it does match up hehe

44. pronouns: uhhh i dont know wat to put here but i assume dis refers to wat i wish to be referred by ssoooo she, her, and a genderless pronoun in my language siya

45. favourite tv show: ughh i cant choose. Friends, grey's anatomy, phineas and ferb, avatar: the last airbender, black mirror, doctor who, and all of michael schur's stuff, and modern family, grimm, person of interest, pushing daisies, scrubs, happy endings, forever, how i met your mother, gravity falls, sherlock, and yknow wat? Yah, supernatural too and the httyd shows and suits :') oooohhh w8 and how to get away w/ murder and i guess big bang theory as well 😃 the end of the fucking world, legends of tomorrow, crazy ex-girlfriend, the good place, timeless but it’s kinda depressing so speaking of w/c game of thrones and west world and a series of unfortunate events and stranger things and scorpion and lost in space and for anime, let’s go with yakitate japan and boku no hero academia

46. tattoos: none, but i rlly want one and even have a list of tattoos i want (pretty minimalist), i just have to think of da perf place tho (both where to put it and where to get it) and find out if i can still donate meh bod if i have tattoos, but one of da ones i rlly want is smileys on meh fingers hehe

47. right or left handed: right, but my ma says im kinda ambidextrous n i kinda wish i could develop it hehe

48. surgery: haha nope, never. But in terms of an interest, i love grey's anatomy 😆😂

50. sport: ooohh my main sport is swimming cus my siblings are all swimmers so i am too. But i have played other sports for school like badminton, table tennis, volleyball, some water game i dont remember haha, and a combat sport in my country called arnis

51. vacation: christmas vacay and i cant wait huhu

52. pair of trainers: uhhh are trainers rubber shoes? I have a couple, i guess.

GENERAL

53. eating: my dad (who cooked our meal), sis, and i ate afritada (chicken dat's tomatoey basically) for dinner

54. drinking: just water, but ugh i have to drink da hydrite sht again 😑😒

55. I’m about to: finish dis questionnaire n fall asleep haha

56. waiting for: sleep n happiness

57. want: to sleep n write n tumblr n watch n read n for all my problems to disappear

58. get married: yeahhh... but i think it's highly unlikely, man. So i aint counting on it but i do want it to happen, it seems nice having someone to spend da rest of your life with :')

59. career: hahaha i'm still just a college student, just a newly minted freshman actually. But i like to consider myself a fulltime fangirl hahaha

WHICH IS BETTER

60. hugs or kisses: well, i havent rlly made out with anyone yet so im gonna have to say hugs i guess w/c ofc i love haha but i wish someone bigger than me could cuddle me for once in my life 😢

61. lips or eyes: lips cus they just seem so soft and sensual hehe. Plus i dunno man, eyes are kinda gross with muta (da sht in da corner of ur eyes when you wake up, it's a filipino word) and sht. And ya have to wear glasses/contacts if dey weak so it's just such a hassle. Tho i do recognize their importance n stuff 😊

62. shorter or taller: ugh TALLER. im a pretty tall gal so for once id like to be da lil spoon for once, for someone to be able to carry me and ya know all dat jazz. But i wouldnt give up my height for anything, makes me feel confident and better than everyone else mwuehehehehehehe

63. older or younger: uuuhhh for now i think it's a bit weird to date someone younger dan me, but for me personally, wat age i'd like to be, YOUNGER ALL DA WAY. it was just way less stressful and innocent back den, id give anything to go back 🙍

64. nice arms or nice stomach: haha nice arms if it means i can swing around them and they can carry me whahaha. But i do like em abs, i wanna feel wat abs feel like just once in my life hahaha

65. hookup or relationship: ooohhh i guess i fancy myself having a relationship for now hehe. Havent even had one yet haha.

66. troublemaker or hesitant: i am a hesitant troublemaker whahahahaha. Like i have all these ideas of thangs to do n sometimes i do dem but sometimes da situation n context scares me into not doing it like a wuss hahaha

HAVE YOU EVER:

67. kissed a stranger: haha nope.

68. drank hard liquor: haha nope but am looking forward to it hehe

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: thankfully i havent needed any yet whew

70. turned someone down: uhhh i guess the closest i came to "turning someone down" was being awkward around my crush haha but to be fair i think he was awkward too hahaha. And in an unromantic sense, i turned down a blockmate who offered to be my partner in an assignment becus i already had a partner hahahaha 😅

71. sex on the first date: haha havent experienced it if das wat ur askin. Maybe imma be dat kinda person after ive had a couple of relationships but for now i'll settle for someone actually being interested in me hahaha

73. had your heart broken: yes, by tv shows, and by da crappiness of life in general 🙇

74. been arrested: hahahaha nope but dat would be CRAZY hahaha

75. cried when someone died: yes, whether in real life or in tv shows, i have cried bcus of death 😢

76. fallen for a friend: look, man, my best friend's probably the most important person in my life who i couldnt bear to lose. I love her more dan anything in da world so i dunno if our friendship is something more dan da "typical" best friends i just know dat i love her n dat i dont wanna lose her n dat our bond's nothing like any other relationship ive ever had

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

77. yourself: hahahaha not rlly 😅 im pretty unreliable tbh and i make tons of mistakes and ill never be enough ever and just in general hate myself and have 0 self esteem hahaha 😅😅😅😓

But there's a chance i could improve tho, a very very VERY small tiny chance... but i guess i'll take wat i can get :/

78. miracles: hhmmm not in da way most ppl think about miracles in dat, it's da impossible event. I like to think it's a miracle that i have the family dat i have, da friends dat i have, and da life dat i have cus honestly i think i'd be dead w/o em. It's a fucking miracle i have things im passionate about and things that i love and im surrounded by ppl who i love and who love me as well. So yeah, i guess i believe in those kinds of miracles :')

79. love at first sight: hahaha not rlly. Look, man, im a fat girl who doesnt rlly care dat much about looks so unless a person manages to fall for someone while dat someone was doing something dat was a huge indicator of their personality and thus it's not only da appearance dat da person "fell in love w/", den i rlly dont believe in love at first sight. It's just infatuation, bruh. Love at first sight is cheap and u dont rlly know any thing about dat person other than the fact that they're pretty (why they caught ur eye in da 1st place imo) and nothin, zilch. Unless, like i said, they were doing something important to dem n indicative of deir personality. But even then, it wouldnt be love. Like i said, it'd be infatuation cus imo love is deep and takes time and cant just HAPPEN just cus u looked at someone and thought he/she was pretty 😒. True love would mean knowing dat person to deir bone but wanting to know more about dem. So to conclude a ted talk from a bitter person w/ a non existent love life 😆😂😂😂, love at first sight doesnt exist, is cheap, and is discriminatory to "ugly" ppl.

80. santa claus: hahaha i know he probs doesnt exist and is u know basically just capitalism n marketing hahaha. But i dunno, man, i kinda wanna believe he exists just cus it's more fun n childlike n innocent 😍

81. kiss on the first date: hahaha yeah i guess so but i think i probs would have had to known dat person for a while before we decided to date. I havent had a first kiss yet sooo i aint just willin to give dat out to someone i just met/knew for like a day or something hahaha (i have no idea how dating works) 😆😂😆😂😆😂

82. angels: huh... i like to think guardian angels exist cus dat means there are like angels of pure light sent down from heaven to protect us from any harm w/c is just nice to think about, yknow? Hehe. But angels in da catholic sense... i dont think i do, bruh. Sorry :/ *shrugs*

OTHER:

84. eye colour: uuhhhh brown, i guess? Like i said, i dont rlly care much for eyes hahaha 😅 ooohh but da purple eyes thang ive seen on da internet sounds cool hahaha

85. favourite movie: aaaahhhhh there's just so many good movies thoo

But agghh fine. Ive come to notice dat my genre's pretty lighthearted w/c is nice actually hehe

Spider-Man: Homecoming, Rogue One, 10 Things I Hate About You, Moana, Coco, Mulan, Avengers: Infinity War, White Chicks cus it's just so goddamn funny and iconic 😆😂😆😂😍, i'm not- ok you know wat, da Pixar movies in general ok? I mean, how can ya not? Oh which reminds me, Tangled, and The Princess and The Frog, oohh The Avengers is also a pretty solid movie, ooohhh Love, Simon, godhs dat was just such a wholesome sweet n nice movie :'), oh and den i freaking love the Scream franchise, man. It's so good :'), oooohhh w8 maybe The Dark Knight cus heath ledger was just da fuking bomb in dat movie, oohh and About Time's da sweetest time travel movie :') w/c reminds me dat the Back to the Future franchise was just such a classic, man :') oh and yknow wat? Unbreakable's actually pretty fucking cool, man. I get shyamalan know haha. Oh and yknow wat? 100 Tula Para Kay Stella is da 1st filipino film i actually liked so it has a special place in meh heart :')

ooohhh and Black Panther, man, gods how can one not bring up Da King™? WAKANDA FOREVER :') 😄

Oh and hey yknow wat? I have a sweet spot for the Sorcerer's Apprentice. It's kinda a guilty pleasure of mine hehe 😅

Whiicchh reminds me... the HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON FRANCHISE HAS GOT MY HART WHIPPED 😭😭😭

Oh and i also rlly like when harry met sally hihi :') and i guess the OG Star Wars trilogy's got a special place in my heart even if it is da way dat it is now 😢 :')

oh and i can't forget meh guardians :') Guardians of The Galaxy is such a solid film, bro. I loved it :') ooohhh and yknow wat? I actually rlly like Ready Player One, Baby Driver, and The Mummy (the brendan frasier one, who ya kiddin 😑)

oh and yknow wat? The Wedding Singer, 50 First Dates, and Music & Lyrics has got a special place in my heart, man. Gotta admit it :')

aawww and amelie, and begin again, and flipped and hercules, and room, and spotlight, and shape of water, and ladybird, and the princess bride, and the iron giant, and the lobster, and we're the millers, and what if and man up and shrek and kimi no na wa and a quiet place and inception and the lion king and to all the boys I’ve loved before and oooh tim burton movies are pretty cool, the animated ones, and I did spend a good amount of time obsessed w/ dis one so I guess cap civil war, and then big hero 6 and wreck it ralph, and the martian and inside out, and gone girl, and the lion king and forrest gump and spider-man 1 and 2, and les miserables and the devil wears prada and the book of life and the intern and the princess diaries and miss congeniality and aladdin and confessions of a shopaholic

And ok, ok, i think im done. Hahaha das it das my list of meh all time fav movies and i feel like rewatching all of em now hahaha 😍

[soupcosmics]

Kutsara

I recently moved to an old apartment not far from the university I'm in. I was a fresh grad when I first came here and moved to this city. Boarding houses and dormitories were full since I was late trying to look for one. So rather than taking a two-hour trip from my house to school every day, which involves riding a bus and two jeepneys on a single trip, my parents decided to let me rent an apartment of my own. They told me I was old enough and I should start being independent, so I did.

The apartment I'm in isn't fancy. Like I said it's pretty old. The whole complex was probably built sometime in the 70's or 80's and it sits in the heart of the bustling city of Manila. Everything I need from shopping malls to a variety of stores are all in just a walking distance. But this place looks more like an old hotel rather than an apartment.

My unit is just like any other units in the whole apartment. It includes 3 rooms; a small bedroom, bathroom, and both the living room and the kitchen are only separated by a kitchen counter so it counts as one room. Once you get inside my unit you'll be greeted by a small sofa and a wooden coffee table on your left, which is the living room. Just a few feet further beside it is an old kitchen table and a desk table. Look right and you'll see the kitchen, on it's both sides are the bedroom and bathroom. Whoever designed this place sure didn't think much about its practicality. But I don't have much choice since the rent is the cheapest around town I've seen so far.

Cold cemented floors. Partially lit hallways. Quiet neighbors whom I'm not sure if I actually have any, but sometimes I hear noises over the other side of my bedroom wall. Sounds pretty scary but I eventually got used to it. I did saw some of my neighbors physically. And they look human to me.

A woman in her 60's owns the whole place. She's friendly, though very superstitious. Once I offered to help her clean up but she told me that I shouldn't sweep during the night because I'd sweep away wealth, or at least that's how she told me it goes. The reason why she didn't bother hiring anyone to clean up the place is because most don't respect her superstition, or are peeking on other tenants. Creepy. I wouldn't want anyone sneaking in my unit especially since I'm out most time of the day. But perhaps the creepiest thing she ever told me were stories about the whole place being haunted. I'm not much of a believer in things like ghosts but I do keep an open mind. And would be interested to actually see one.

One night I was working on my thesis and waiting for my instant noodles in the microwave. The usual food for a college student on a budget. A meal suitable for any time of the day, or night. After it was done cooking I immediately took it out of the microwave with my bare hands, shaking from starvation. Put it on top of the desk beside my laptop. I took the lid off and for a second looked at it as the steam emerged from the cup. I grabbed a spoon from my kitchen and took a scoop.

"Ay puta!" I said as the hot water burned my lips and made me drop the spoon on the floor. It reminded me of what the old woman said. If I dropped a spoon or fork, it means that a visitor is coming. In this situation, it's going to be a girl since it's a spoon. (I wonder if utensils can be used to predict the gender of a baby while still inside a pregnant woman's womb.) I immediately looked at my door. 30 seconds have passed. 1 minute. 1 more minute. And yet another minute. "Asa ka namang may babaeng pupunta rito." I whispered to myself as I continue to work on my thesis.

It's 3 AM and I'm exhausted beyond sleep when suddenly there's a knock on my door. I stared at it for a few seconds. I thought it was just my imagination but I heard a knock again. And another continuous knocking. I grabbed a frying pan from the kitchen and went to defensive position, holding the pan high above my head and ready to swing. Afraid, I opened the door and to my surprise, there's a girl. A real, actual girl standing in front of me. I hid the pan behind me and asked the girl. "Bakit? A-ano kailangan mo?" Nervously I stuttered. "Kuya, pwede po bang magstay muna ako sa inyo? Nawala ko kasi yung susi ko and si lola tulog na kaya hindi ko mabuksan yung pinto ng unit ko." She answered with her hands pressed against each other, slightly begging. Luh ano gagawin ko? It's a girl. And a complete stranger. I've been here for months but I've never seen her before around here. She stood there looking at me with her shiny hazelnut eyes, while fingers fiddle with her long, black hair. "Ah sige sige pasok ka muna, malamig pa naman dyan sa labas." I answered mindlessly. Yung kutsara?

I let her in my apartment. She took her shoes off and placed it beside the door. Visibly shivering, I offered her a blanket and a cup of coffee. "Thank you." then cheerily smiled at me. I haven't had anyone stay over here so it's kinda awkward. But she's my neighbor, and this is a good first impression if I want to impress her somehow. "You can stay here sa sofa for the night." I told her as I sat beside her, setting up a pillow I got from my bedroom. "Kuya salamat ah." She smiled again and placed her head on my shoulder then wrapped her arms around me. "N-no probs." I said with an anxious tone. Gawin ko na lang bukas yung thesis ko. I let myself fall asleep beside the girl who just knocked on my door.

Next morning I woke up late because my alarm didn't went off. The girl who was sleeping beside me is nowhere to be found. But my laptop and other stuff aren't missing so I didn't bother. I rushed taking a shower and getting suited up for school. On my way out I saw the old woman at the entrance. There was no time to talk so I just greeted her with a smile and went off.

Lunch time at school and I have an hour to waste. I decided to spend it with my friends. I went to the canteen and they were already there, waiting for me. A short guy with a dark skin tone waved at me. His name is Chris. Beside him is Rachelle, the long-haired girl with an attitude. And on the opposite side of the table is Alex, my weeb artist friend.

I gave Chris a high five as I sit down between Alex and Rachelle. But Rachelle went up to buy something so I moved beside Chris. "Pre you won't believe what happened kagabi!" I excitedly told him. "Ano?" He looked at me with enthusiasm, waiting for an answer. "May babaeng pumunta sa apartment ko pre tapos dun natulog." I told him. But he only raised his eyebrows. "Ano ginawa mo? Or ano ginawa niyo rather." He then gave me the look. The suspicious look your friend gives you when he thinks you've done something stupid and wants to make fun of it. "W-wala naman." Suddenly, Alex perks up away from her tablet, waiting for a follow up answer. "Natulog lang siya beside me. Ayun lang." Alex looked down again at her tablet, looking uninterested. Chris on the other hand spoke up. "Well, you shouldn't take advantage of girls kaya tama 'yang ginawa mo." "Luh nagsalita." Alex whispered while adjusting her glasses. Rachelle came back and we continued to chat about other school related topics.

The day went on as usual. Classes were dismissed and we went home. I managed to get home before rain started pouring. I overheard the news in the TV at the lobby that the rain will continue to pour and may get worse tomorrow. With that, I shrugged and went up to my apartment. I prepped my dinner and started working on my thesis until it was finally finished. Throughout the night the thought of the girl kept bothering me. I kept thinking about her. I didn't even got a chance to ask her name. I need proof to show Chris I'm telling the truth. So I went to the kitchen, grabbed a spoon and intentionally dropped it. I sat on the sofa to wait for her to knock. Minutes and hours have passed, I decided to take a break and nap.

I woke up at 3 AM after hearing someone knocking on my door. It's her. It's definitely her. So I rushed to the door to open it. And it was her. The same girl last night. Except right now she's all wet, probably because of the rain. It's already rainy season anyway. "Kuya pwede patuyo muna ako? And yung susi ko..." She begged. I nodded before she could finish and I let her in. I gave her a towel to dry up and a cup of coffee again to warm her up. "Sorry sa abala ah. Natutulog ka na ba kanina?" I was. But for her I don't mind waking up in the middle of the night. "Hindi naman. By the way, a-ano pangalan mo?" She looked up to me from the sofa and answered. "Jessica." I'll remember that. "Okay. Mukhang basang basa ka ah. Gusto mo ba magpalit ng damit?" For a second she hesitated. "Sige po." I went to my bedroom and opened the closet, looking for clothes that would suit her. And I ended up picking a plain gray shirt and shorts. I gave it to here and pointed at the bathroom for her to change. But after taking the clothes from my hands, she turned around and started to undress. Revealing her pink underwear. Flustered. I felt like my nose was about to bleed so I turned around and waited. "Medyo malaki pero okay lang." She said. I turned back again to her. She looks cute wearing an oversized shirt. "Woah." I muttered under my breath. She giggled and gave me a smile before sitting on the sofa again. I sat beside her.

"Ano yun?" She pointed at a shiny metallic object on the floor. Immediately I realized it was the spoon I dropped earlier so I took it back to the kitchen. Suddenly, she was standing right behind me. "Salamat kuya ah." She hugged me from behind and went to sit down the sofa again. I grabbed a couple of snacks from my mini fridge and approached her. Bored with nothing to do. I turned the TV on just in time a movie was starting. She grabbed my left arm, dragged me down to sit on the sofa and hugged it, laying her head on my shoulder. I started feeding her with chips I took earlier. We both silently watched until she fell asleep. I tried to get my phone from the table but every time I try to move she keeps nudging me and dragging me down. As much as I want to take a picture, I just decided to enjoy the moment until I finally went to sleep beside her.

My alarm went off just in time. Only had five hours of sleep but at least I have enough time to prepare for school. Once again, before I knew it the girl was gone. Nothing went missing too so I started getting ready and all suited up for school. By the entrance the old lady stood again, looking out the gate. I didn't want to bother her so I went straight outside until I heard her voice. "Mag-ingat ka iho." She smiled. I looked back at her and smiled too. And off to school I went.

The whole day went on without much happening. Classes dismissed. Skies that were clear and bright now turned to an overcast. Dark clouds threatening people to go home early. On my way out the campus I saw my friends waiting. I gave them a wave goodbye and continued my way home. Streets were bustling with people walking mindlessly to their destination. Major roads were clogged with traffic. The sight of garbage along the sidewalk makes me sick. Luckily I made my way to the apartment before the downpour despite the winds already blowing hard.

Rain continuously knocked on my window. The lights would flicker every time a thunder roared. But it didn't stop me from getting a spoon and dropping it on the floor again. As the spoon fell, thunder cracked and the lights went off. Instinctively, I went to the kitchen and lit a candle. And so an orange flame lights up the room. Later I heard a knock on my door. It's her again. I rushed up to my door to open it. Just to be greeted by the sight of her. Looking down, and crying with her hands wiping her tears. Her wet hair runs down covering her face. And she was wearing an odd, white dress that seems to be wet and slightly torn apart. Her skin looked more pale than before, covered with bruises and scars. "Anong nangyari sa'yo?" I nervously asked. She didn't say anything. She didn't respond. She kept wiping her eyes, crying and shaking. I grabbed her hand to stop her.

"Anong nangya-" Before I could finish that question. Her head slowly perked up to me. Revealing her dark, empty eyes. It was deep but all black and lifeless. She smiled with a hint of blood on her lips and cheeks. Her mouth opened wider and wider, more than any normal human can until it stretches too much the skin starts to tear and her jaw unhinge from her mouth. Her bloody jaw hangs lowly from her head. She started to cackle, then afterwards laugh. Her high pitch voice pierced through my ears. Despite this I kept staring at her, holding both of her wrist up. I could only tremble in fear while I face her. This creature who was just a girl night before, now half dead-looking straight from a horror movie. I held my breath as she shrieked until the candle went off.

I stepped back in the darkness and away from my door until I felt the kitchen counter beside me. Now that my hands are free, I reached for my phone in my pocket and turned it's flashlight on. Lighting the room to see if she's beside me. But she was still there, standing outside my already open door.

"Don't you miss me?" She whispered, but it was clear enough to be heard in the whole room since the rain has stopped. Her head tilted. Jaw loose from her mouth with blood dripping out of it. Tears started running down her cheeks. Dark red tears. And her skin rotting so much that you could see flesh from within. Blood runs down her arms.

I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. Knowing if I do anything, it will be the end of me. But I can't just stand here and look at it in silence. I could hear water dripping from the faucet in the bathroom. I could hear her every breath. I could hear my heart pounding fast. I looked at my bedroom door and without a doubt ran as fast as I could. I didn't look back but I did hear her screeching. Before I knew it I was in my room, with my door locked and phone in my hand.

There's no way out of here but through that door. And behind that door is something I don't want to be in a room with. Windows are sealed with metal bars from the outside. Even if I could managed to break the bars, there's no way I'm going to jump off the third floor.

Suddenly, she was pounding on my door. The lock would easily break and in a few seconds she'll get in. The space below my bed is too small for me to hide in. The closet is the only place I could hide in. I grabbed the crucifix above my bed and ran off and hid inside an old, wooden closet. I was never the religious but I clutched the crucifix close to me, on my chest. Reciting prayers I was never used to saying. Lord help me. I repeatedly beg as I heard the door swing open. This isn't what I pictured having a girl in my apartment. Oh God am I really this unlucky? Did I just summon a demon? The old woman is right. This place is haunted. I should've stayed somewhere else, in a different apartment. Or my parents' house. I never should've dropped that damn spoon!

I kept myself quiet despite trembling in fear. Minutes of waiting felt like hours, like years, trapped in the closet. Until I have gathered enough courage to peek outside the closet. I reached my phone out with the flashlight on. Nothing. It's gone. She's gone. And left the door open. It's my chance to- The closet door violently swings open as a hand grabbed me from behind. It covered my mouth and dragged me towards it. Back inside the closet. It dragged me with force more than I could hold back. Until I'm inside the closet again. I could feel her breathing on my neck as I fade into the darkness.

I woke up in the emergency room of a hospital, inside a room with curtains for walls. In here a nurse was monitoring my heart rate through a machine. "Doc, gising na po yung pasyente." Said the nurse. "Ah mabuti naman, tawagin mo na yung kasama niya." The voice of the doctor came from the other side of the curtain. I have no idea of what happened. I tried to speak but no voice came out of my mouth. I couldn't move either. As the nurse left, a familiar woman came in. My eyes widened. Heart started pounding again in fear when I realized it's her. The girl from last night.

"Huwag kang mag-alala." she said as she closed the curtains behind her. "Akong bahala sa'yo." She sat beside the bed, opened my hand, gave me a spoon and made me drop it. "Oops..."

"May bisita ka."

[mautadite]

july book roundup

WE DID IT LADS!!!!!!! WITH FIVE MONTHS TO SPARE!!!!!!!!!! here’s to the 15 books i read this month, and the HUNDRED MORE I’LL READ IN THE COMING MONTHS +_+ (probably not. 50 more tho. that’s doable.)

how to bang a billionaire - alexis hall  ⭐️⭐️⭐️ a book that i might have abandoned 3 pages in if not for the fact that it’s written by alexis hall, who’s written some of my favourite stuff. it’s sort of a parody of other billionaire d/s books? sort of? sometimes it was just played straight and i didn’t enjoy it. but i’ll prob give other books in the series a try.

a lily among thorns - rose lerner  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ delightful! i’m in love with serena, she’s my absolute favourite. solomon was okay. also there were spies and intrigue and fancy parties and good old romance.

courting the countess / charming the vicar - jenny frame  ⭐️⭐️⭐️ contemporary f/f romance set in a small english village. lot of the f/f out there tends to be femme/femme, so i was glad to find cute butches in here. one was a very sweet fairy-tale-esque story, the other tackled being queer within the church (and featured a lesbian vicar).  all in all two cute romances, but not amazing.

portland diary - jamie berrout  ⭐️⭐️⭐️ a collection of short stories, all of which starred trans women of colour. man i liked it a lot, i just got frustrated that so many things were left unsaid. the collection felt extremely polished, but unfinished. and like i said in my review, i know leaving things unsaid is sometimes obviously the point of a story, it just didn’t work for me. still, i liked this a lot. it had sci-fi! it had dystopian futures! it had examinations of race and class! it had lesbians! i wanted for nothing.

coriolanus - william shakespeare  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ reread this after seeing that gifset of hiddleston and fraser making out. still a banger. “we have been down together in my dreams, unbuckling helms, fisting each other’s throats, and waked half dead with nothing.” dang. gay.

the god eaters - jesse hajicek  ⭐️⭐️⭐️ this has been on my to read list for a hell of a long time. it was good! not great, but good. fantasy m/m in a western-esque world of magic and gods. the world-building was sort of all over the place, it leaned heavily on racist tropes in the beginning, and a lot of things just didn’t makes much sense. buuuuut the characters were good and they fell in luv.

how they met and other stories - david levithan  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ i love david levithan a lot, i read a bunch of his stuff in my late teens, in my ‘I’M NEVER READING ANYTHING AGAIN UNLESS IT’S GAY!!!!!’ phase. this was a sweet collection of stories, in levithan’s always simple but always pretty and evocative prose. enjoyed it a lot! (tho ngl, i was crushed there was only one f/f story ;; and it wasn’t even happy!)

the adventures of sherlock holmes - arthur conan doyle  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ nth reread. not my favourite collection, among the short stories, but i love it a lot anyway. contains one of my favourite exchanges between holmes and a villain (grimesby roylott, in “the speckled band”). holmes the meddler! :D

huntress - malinda lo  ⭐️⭐️ this has also been on my to-read list for a while, and alas, it was a decided disappointment. flat characters, slipshod plot, omniscient pov/pov switching, which i hate more than i can express. i do not need to know what every character is thinking, if a scene is from a certain pov, LEAVE IT THERE, don’t switch around to let me know what character B thinks of A’s statement, right after A says it! agh. it was frustrating. but hey! malindo lo writes real pretty prose, and there were lesbians. so there’s that.

the sitar - rebecca idris  ⭐️⭐️ A BIG OLD YIKES. two stars because i really enjoyed getting a look into the british-muslim diaspora, even more so because two of the main characters were muslim lesbians. everything else: yikes. the author seemed undecided on what she actually wanted to SAY, so many passages were long and overwrought, character motivation from space, and NO editing/proofreading. also, the ending... yikes. yikes!!!

the merchant of venice - william shakespeare  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ rereading coriolanus made me want to reread this too, just because it’s been such a long time. and wow it was a lot gayer than i’d realised in form 3. “say how i loved you, speak me fair in death. and when the tale is told, bid her be judge whether bassanio had not once a love.” gay.

sarah’s lover - saxon bennett  ⭐️⭐️ you’re ever reading a romance novel and you wonder, “wait, why is A falling in love with B? B’s an asshole!” this is the story of a lesbian who gets dumped by her asshole girlfriend, and proceeds to fall in love with a ghost who is eerily like her asshole girlfriend. but the author seems totally unaware of this similarity. yikes.

the covert captain - jeannelle m. ferreira  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ reader, i swooned. this book has a very particular style, few descriptions and transitions, and it makes it hard to read at times, and there are other areas in which it’s less than perfect. but it also the tale of a traumatised veteran of waterloo, a woman who’s been in disguise for most of her life and all of her career, and how she falls in love with the sister of her closest friend. i loved it! frick.

briarley - aster glenn gray  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ i love fairy-tale retellings!!!!! this is a gay retelling of beauty and the beast, set in 1940s england in the midst of wwii. a parson stumbles upon an old mansion, picks a rose for his daughter, and then a weird dragon man shows up and breathes fire in his face. this was unbearably sweet, i want a thousand more like it.

“so what’s next, now that you’ve finished the challenge?” WE KEEP READING BOIS. i’m not going to change my goal on goodreads, just to let myself off the hook, but i’ll keep reading. just not as much. i’ve been reading a lot of ultimately substance-less romance, which i love and is good for my soul, but i also want to get back into reading more classics, more nonfiction, more books in french. since i just took a free trial of kindle unlimited, and its selection of books kinds runs more towards the light stuff, i prooobably won’t be doing that for some time, but it’s on the agenda. right now, i’m listening to an audiobook of the memoirs of sherlock holmes, and ngl, i’ll be diving into some more romance soon. :D

[raindrop-rouge]

92

I was tagged by @fizzyxox and @raefill, thank you lovelies <3

Rules: Answer these 92 statements !!

LAST…

Drink: water

Phone call: personal call would have been my brother

Text message: who even texts, but yeah whatsapp’d bff

Song you listened to: The Man Whao Can’t be Moved because I’m reading a thing that matches up waaaaaay too perfectly with it

Time you cried: lmao a few minutes ago while reading the thing just mentioned

HAVE YOU…

Dated someone twice: what is dating can you eat

Kissed someone and regretted it: nope

Been cheated on: no

Lost someone special: yes

Been depressed: yes

Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope

Made new friends: yee

Fallen out of love: unfortunately I don’t think so

Laughed until you cried: I can’t imagine living without this experience

Found out someone was talking about you: uh...oh yeah. That didn’t go well

Met someone who changed you: yeah

Found out who your friends are: what is this question

Kissed someone from your Facebook list: ????  ???

Kissed a stranger: no

Drank hard liquor: yeah

Lost glasses/contact lenses: lost a contact once, worst experience

Turned someone down: once

Sex on the first date: ...define ‘sex’

Broken someone’s heart: no

Had your heart broken: yeah, once I probs deserved it, and once I did not

Been arrested: pretty sure I’d be left without a career if I did

Cried when someone died: :’( mhm

Fallen for a friend: unfortunately, scratch my comment about losing contacts, THIS is the worst experience ever

Kissed on the first date: it wasn’t even a date I’m laughing

GENERAL

List 3 favorite colors: uuhhhh red is nice, and then tbh it depends on my mood

How many Facebook friends do you know in real life: 100%

Do you have any pets: no

Do you want to change your name: no

What time did you wake up: lmao like 10am with a hangover, my whole day is shifted

What were you watching at midnight last night: eurovision ahahaha

Name something you can’t wait for: idek anymore, just for things to get better

When was the last time you saw your mom: uuuuuhh oh yeah 2 months ago

What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish I’d met at least one single person who could have actually given me valid career advice, instead of everyone just using fears and doubts about the future and that fact that I could have a well paying career to push me into a very standard (but hey! secure!) job

What are you listening to right now: Hamilton, been on repeat for two months

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: ... y...es... (oook)

Something that is getting on your nerves right now: everything, I don’t feel like I’m where I should be in life and I’m pinning everything going wrong on that (like, “when I was somewhere that made me happy everything just worked out”) and I think I’m slowly driving myself insane

Most visited website: probs my emails rip

Mole/s: like darker spots, behind my left ear, on my left shoulder, and I think a few on my back

Mark/s: birthmark on my inner left thigh

Childhood dream: I just said I wanted to be what everyone else would say ahaha

Do you have a crush on someone: I’m in a state of confusion right now tbh

What do you like about yourself: my hair is long and my body will put up with me running stupid amounts to clear my head and I appreciate that

Piercings: standard ear pierced since I was 5 y/o

Blood type: O+

Nickname: San

Relationship status: single

Zodiac: Pisces

Pronouns: she/her

Favorite TV show: *shruggy dude*

Tattoos: yes, opening quotation marks on my left ribs (I am only just noticing that literally all my marks are on my left side how did that happen)

Right or left hand: right

Surgery: yeeeaaaaaaaaah for weird arm issues

Hair dyed in different color: yeah but like. my hair is dark. it never shows.

Sport: how else would I retain the last shreds of my sanity (yoga volleyball running)

Vacation: a beach or a busy city

Pair of trainers: I’ll wear anything for running tbh I do not care even 0.001%

Current and all-time best friend name: I don’t think she wants her name on here

Eye color: dark brown

Favorite movie: Pirates of Caribbean and Your Name

Hugs or kisses: hugs

Lips or eyes: eyes

Shorter or taller: whatever

Nice arms or stomach: stomach (aaaaaaaaaaaaaabs)

Sensitive or loud: whatever

Hook up or relationship: relationship

Troublemaker or hesitant: I was hesitant for so long that that tends to be my fall-back setting until I remember it gave me nothing but regrets

Yourself: what about me

Miracles: could use one or two or a million

Love at first sight: unfortunately

Santa Claus: I BELIEVED UNTIL WE MOVED INTO A HOUSE WITHOUT A CHIMNEY AND I WAS LIKE ????????? W AI T---

i tag: uuhhhh who hasn’t done this @gray-x-natsus-matching-hip-scars @glassesgirl0401 @hazelnut-glass @sparkly-icelander @sugarplum-senpai

[wafflesandsyrup]

About Me~

“tagged” by @vontacompton.

My Last:

1: Drink: Water, but maybe wine by the time this post is through. 2: Phone Call: @catneepx, an angel. 3: Text Message: Mom! 4: Song You Listened To: “Doesn’t Remind Me” by Audioslave 5: Time You Cried: Like five minutes ago. Not even an exaggeration, I cry over everything, and it’s triggered by every emotion. This time it was because I watched The Iron Giant for the millionth time.

Have You Ever:

9: Lost Someone Special: Yeah boi 10: Been Depressed: Yeahhhhhh boiiiiii 11: Gotten Drunk And Thrown Up: Once! I can’t even think of drinking a gin and tonic anymore. But I took it like a champ. It was super funny then and now, lmao. 12: Three Favorite Colors: Red, Blue, and Gray/Black tbh

In The Last Year Have You:

13: Made New Friends: Yes! More before I moved, but I have made a handful of friends recently. 14: Fallen Out Of Love: Nope! 15: Laughed Until You Cried: Absolutely. 16: Found Out Someone Was Talking About You: lol yeah 17: Met Someone Who Changed You: I don’t think so! I’m usually who changes myself. I don’t think I have ever changed because of someone else. 18: Found Out Who Your Friends Are: For sure. I don’t tolerate disrespect or pettiness lmao 19: Kissed Someone On Your Facebook list: My husband, so yes! 20: How Many Of Your Facebook Friends Do You Know In Real Life: All of them, even if I knew them briefly. 21: Do You Have Any Pets: I have a dog! Back in MO, I have another dog and a cat, who I miss a shit ton. 22: Do You Want To Change Your Name: No, though it was hard to let go of my last name when I got married. I’ll always hyphenate it on unofficial documents lmfao. My new one is pretty unusual, though. 23: What Did You Do For Your Last Birthday: I made a booze cake and drank at home, since Brendan won’t be 21 until October and I had no other friends in WA lol. 24: What Time Did You wake Up: 9:30 25: What Were You Doing At Midnight Last Night: Playing Skyrim 26: Name Something You Can’t wait For: I can’t wait to visit home in July, for the short term, and I can’t wait to achieve my goal of being a forensic nurse. 27: When Was The Last Time You saw Your Mom: November. I miss her so much. I am her number one fan. I’ll talk about my mom to everyone, she’s so smart, funny and pretty! 28: What Are You Listening To Right Now: Chopin’s “Ballade No.1 in G minor, Op.23″-- I’m planning on learning this on the piano soon, and I grew especially attached to it after watching Your Lie in April tbh.  29: Have You Ever Talked To A Person Named Tom: Actually, no. 

General:

30: Something That Is Getting On Your Nerves: Boredom tbh, but that’s nothing new. My inability to relax, too! I just want restful sleep god dammit. 31: Most Visited Website: YouTube probs 32: Hair Color: Dirty blonde?? Light brown maybe?? some copper is in there too?????????? Idk anymore. 33: Long Or Short Hair: Short right now, though I want to have medium-length hair for a while before having long hair again.  34: Do You Have A Crush On Someone: I’m married, so I obviously do lmfao. 35: What Do You Like About Yourself: I like my personality-- I like making people laugh and how I look on the bright side of life (since I used to be a real big whiny pussybitch). 36: Piercings: Ears 37: Blood Type: Ok i’m gonna be fr I have no idea what my blood type is so if i need blood immediately i’m fucked 38: Nickname: Syrup! 39: Relationship Status: Married to my fav human. 40: Zodiac Sign: Capricorn 41: Pronouns: She/her 42: Favorite TV Show: the X-Files, though I also like Parks and Rec. 44: Right Or Left Handed: Right 45: Surgery: I got my tonsils removed as a kid (super shit) and my wisdom teeth removed (also suuuuuper shit). Once I am done losing weight, I’m going to have a breast reduction because this shit is out of control. 46: Sport: Softball/baseball 47: Vacation: I would like to visit Europe (particularly Ireland, England, Germany, and Italy) and Japan, China, and Korea. In the US I would like to visit each state at some point. 48: Pair of trainers/Sneakers or Tennis Shoes: I call them tennis shoes, and I have a nice black pair of running shoes which are super comfy.

More General:

49: Eating: an apple lol 50: Drinking: wine 51: I’m About To: fold laundry and play more Skyrim, probably, maybe, hopefully. 52: Waiting For: Death to Take Its Inevitable Toll on my Flesh Prison 53: Want: hugs, friends, to be able to eat like a fat piece of shit w/o being a fat piece of shit lmfao help 54: Get Married: check 55: Career: I want to be a forensic nurse. I love working with the human body, always have, and I have always been fascinated with the forensic industry. I’ve wanted to do something that makes me happy and does something to get justice for people who have been hurt, and the moment I decided upon this career path I felt like everything finally made sense. A huge weight left my shoulders, that’s for sure.

Which Is Better:

56: Hugs Or Kisses: Hugs! I love hugging. I hug everyone bc I have a lot of platonic love to give every single person. 57: Lips Or Eyes: yo’ peepers! 58: Shorter Or Taller: I’d say similar height or taller because I am incredibly short, but personality is what seals the deal for me in the end. 59: Older Or Younger: about the same age, give or take a year (since my husband is about a year younger than me), or older. I wouldn’t be able to stand someone all that much younger than me if we’re being honest here lmfao 60: Nice Arms Or Nice Stomach: Stomach?????? 61: Hook Up Or Relationship: Relationship, for the other person’s sake. I’m too much of a goof for hooking up and I’d make someone feel insecure for cracking a joke in the middle of some sort of sexual encounter. It is literally impossible for me to take sex seriously. Also, I just prefer the companionship part of relationships over the physical. 62: Troublemaker Or Hesitant: Troublemaker, but not like... a felon or anything. Just goofy, without shame, and kind of annoying. Like me. But being reasonable when appropriate is important, too.

Have You Ever:

63: Kissed A Stranger: Yeahhhhhhh, immediate regret (cigarette mouth!). 64: Drank Hard Liquor: ya 65: Lost Glasses/Contact Lenses: every gd day dawg. and it’s partially because in order to find my glasses I need my glasses to see them. 66: Turned Someone Down: hoooooooo boy, yes, yes, yes. 68: Broken Someones Heart: HOOOOOOOOO boy, yes. I was always caught off guard by it, because I never see someone as potential relationship material, but always as bff material, until they make it explicitly clear. It just wouldn’t feel right to assume they may have a thing for me. So, most of my friends in life have been guys, and I have had to deal with a lot of uncomfortable confessions and rejection from said pals. I hate hurting people, and they’re often very hurt by my rejection, and I end up losing friends over it. I don’t even like thinking about it lol. 69: Had Your Heart Broken: Yup! Abusively and tragically. Some Carrie shit, haha. It doesn’t impact me now, except for making me angry. 70: Been Arrested: I’m a straight edge dude. 71: Cried When Someone Died: Duh 72: Fallen For A Friend: I can’t fall for someone unless we are friends, so yes! Brendan was my BFF for a while until he told my oblivious ass he wanted to date me.

Do You Believe In:

73: Yourself: Yes! The only person you can always depend upon, no matter what, is yourself. 74: Miracles: hmmmm, maybe. I’ll say yes, but my skeptical mind will always question. 75: Love At First Sight: Attraction at first sight, maybe. I believe in friendship at first sight, if we’re being honest. I see someone and just get this feeling that we could be awesome friends. Love is something much more deep rooted for me. 76: Santa Claus: I believe in My Dad 78: Angels: I’m not sure. I’m open to the possibility, due to the limitations set by existing as a human, but I’m not Christian or anything. I feel like there’s “something” out there, but I’m just a dumb human and will likely never be able to know for sure. I think human beings can be deemed angels.

Other:

79: Current Best Friend’s Name: Casi/Stephanie (I love them both so much my dudes). 80: Eye Color: Green/Hazel (more green than hazel tho-- it’s really cool because i have a fleck of gold in one of my irises, and my grandma has the same fleck of gold) 81: Favorite Movie: I couldn’t narrow it down to one. I love the LOTR movies, The Sixth Sense, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Spirited Away, Saving Private Ryan...... the list goes on forever. My family has always been a big movie family.

im not tagging anyone lol

[immediocregoodbye]

92 truths tag

RULES: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. at the end choose 25 people to be tagged.

Pretend @isoldmyheadbutnotmystereo  tagged me because I know she was thinking abotu me but 2, 2 shy, hush hush eye 2 eye

LAST:

drink: Iced coffee, 6 sugar packets half a gallon of half and half (what’s half a gallon of half and half? a quarter quarter of a quarter?)

phone call: Doctor’s office 

text message: My friend Alex and I talking about 10 year high school reunions and how painful high school was

song you listened to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-3_a24I3PY&ab_channel=BarsukRecords

time you cried: 2-3 days ago I can’t remember

HAVE YOU EVER:

dated someone twice: No

been cheated on: I don’t think so

lost someone special: How literal? Like lost in the desert? I have lost friends in the desert. Or like death literal? I don’t think in that case. Or like metaphorically people drifting out of my life? Probably but I’m a sociopath and got over it I guess.

been depressed: HAHAHAHA 

Haha

been drunk and thrown up: So this one time it was my friend Lauren’s birthday and her boyfriend worked at a bar my coworkers and I always went to after shift and since it was Whiskey Wednesday he brought out a tray of like 30 whiskey shots and since it was free and I was poor, me and every other sucker just did back to back shots of whiskey then walked to Denny’s. I puked in their bathroom twice, ended up under the table sleeping on a Barney Rubble toy someone won from a claw machine, woke up and was driven home, puked all night and then when I woke up hungover I tried sleeping it off on the couch but as soon as I started feeling better there was a commercial for Jack Daniels on TV and I got up and threw up again.

Also like 3 other times probably which isn’t that bad considering how often/the vast quantity I used to drink

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

made a new friend: YEAH!! I made some of the best friends of my life in the last year.

fallen out of love: No!!!

laughed until you cried: In the past YEAR? I’m sure I have but I can’t remember over what.

met someone who changed you: I’ve met people who have really affected my life for sure so yeah I guess!

found out who your true friends are: I feel like I’ve known this for like 10 years

found out someone was talking about you : I think people talk about me every day and talk shit I wouldn’t even be surprised I don’t need to find out I KNOW

GENERAL:

how many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: God, I know a lot of Tumblr people in real life actually.

do you have any pets?: One dog (my parent’s), one cat (actually my wife’s but WHATEVER I LOVE THAT CAT)

do you want to change your name?: Nah I don’t care

what time did you wake up this morning: 10am

what were you doing last night: Drawing and using some dope bath bombs, possibly at the same time (spoiler alert don’t bring your laptop and tablet in the bath, that creates a literal bomb in your bath)

name something you cannot wait for: I’m gonna see my goil soon and I can’t wait!!! 

have you ever talked to a person named tom?: Hell yeah one of my good buddies is named Tom and he’s DUMB 

what’s getting on your nerves right now: Fucking everything I’m on my period THAT’S MY PERIOD YA DUMB BITCH THAT’S MY PEERIOODDD

blood type: A+ (because I aced my blood test wink)

nickname: ???/ I have a lot but none that are like widely used. Kisa, Burro, Gay, Twin, Star Bud, Bea, E, etc (etc isn’t a nickname)

relationship status: murried

zodiac sign: Gemini

pronouns: She/Her

favorite show: Steven Universe, Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, BoJack, for recent shit. For older cartoons, Futurama, ATLA, old Spongebob, FOP, Hey Arnold. Not cartoons, Parks and Rec, B99, 30 Rock, like anything on food network lol.

college:Went/Dropped Out, finished an AA online but never finished my degree in art or w/e. Might go back someday to be a MFT but masters in therapy takes a long-ass time

hair color: Really dark brown and gray

do you have a crush on someone: Is it gay to say your wife

what do you like about yourself: Fuck uh. I think I’m a good friend and try my best to make people feel good about themselves. I’m good hearted and treat people well. I’m a good listener. I think I can be pretty funny. I can be creative if I try. I’m open to doing a lot of new stuff. I’m pretty open-minded and cool w/ going with the flow. I cook pretty dope. 

FIRSTS:

first surgery: My first ever and I shit you not was an 8 hour hip surgery at a hospital that has a very specific specialist for the type of hip injury I got. I was in the hospital for 5 days recovering and had 12 pins and 2 plates put in.

first piercing: OKAY LISTEN my first piercing was my ears, I got it done at the mall and they put some fuckin CHEAP material in my ears. I ended up having an allergic reaction and my skin actually CLOSED over the backings so I was trying to take them out one night and couldn’t?? I went to the hospital the next morning and they numbed my ears and cut the skin open to get the earings out. I was like 8 years old lol.

first sport you joined: Soccer, age 9

first vacation: I don’t really remember because my family took my siblings and I on vacation every year - it was usually a trip up the coast of California, to Monterey, Morro Bay and San Fran.

first pair of sneakers: Yes

RIGHT NOW:

eating: I wish

drinking: I wish

i’m about to: lose my mind UP IN HERE UP IN HERE

listening to: A Youtube video which is talking about politics because I’m an adult that listens to polical news while drawing!!!

want kids: Probably not I wouldn’t want a child that’s genetically my own because of the lotta problems I have, I’d adopt if I ever decided to but I don’t think I’ll ever want kids because I’m sort of selfish with my time and wouldn’t want the commitment of a child. 

get married: RIGHT NOW??? AGAIN?? @man-cultural-outing

career: My current career is what I’ve wanted to do for a while, which is mental health and drug counseling at a rehab, but if I moved into another career, I’d hope to move up into therapy or if I ever committed to doing something art related I might consider it

WHICH IS BETTER:

lips or eyes: Prob like eyes more

hugs or kisses: I like both, I think hugs are nicer probably

shorter or taller: Doesn’t matter, as long as your heart is tal and your temper is short

older or younger: Are we talking like dating preference or just people or...? Like? I don’t care honestly, I have no preference in physical appearance, age, whatever.

romantic or spontaneous: Romantic

sensitive or loud: Sensitive

hookup or relationship : Relationship. I’ve been aware I’m asexual since I was an early teen and I’ve never considered hooking up with someone before.

troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant. I’m super afraid of getting in trouble and I fold under pressure fast lol.

HAVE YOU EVER:

kissed a stranger: If I did it was a long time ago

drank hard liquor: See answer up above (also one night in Isla Vista I had 13 shots of Everclear and didn’t died)

lost contacts/glasses: Don’t think so

sex on first date: Never

broken someone’s heart: I mean I’ve rejected people so probably

been arrested: Probably

turned someone down: A few times

fallen for a friend: That is almost exclusively what has happened to me

DO YOU BELIEVE:

in yourself: Not really but I also tell myself I just gotta do the shit I gotta do and I get it done.

miracles: I’m not totally sure. I think great things happen randomly sometimes and I think things work out for the best and I’m grateful they do but I accept that it’s just random luck. I’ve never prayed for a miracle or anything.

love at first sight: Sort of. I don’t think love based on attraction at first sight is a thing for me. But I think understanding I love someone the first time I meet them and get a vibe about them is something I can say I believe in.

I don’t really care to tag anyone I can’t remember who I’m friends with so if you want to do this just tag me and say I tagged you okay thanks

[seokpapi-blog]

CHARCOAL (M) | kth

“The thing with Taehyung is that he use his hands a lot while drawing and get his fingers stained with charcoal, a lot. But when I come back home later, I love to see the same black prints all over my body.” 

+Pairing: Taehyung x femlale MC ft Seokjin +Genre: College!AU, Artist!kth +Warnings: sexual assault victim +Note: GUYS! This is an adaptation of the book “Easy” by Tammara Webber. I decided to start like this because im not sure of my writing skill yet, so enjoy!

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05

Y/N Son: ”I’ve attached an outline of my research paper. If you have a chance, could you make sure it’s not too broad, or too focused? I’m not sure how many economies outside the US to include. Also, the J-curve is a little confusing. I get that we can see it after the fact, but isn’t economics based on prediction, like the weather? I mean, who cares if we can only see what happened after the fact - if the weather guy can’t predict what’s going to happen tomorrow, he’s probably going to get fired, right?

I did the worksheets, too. Sorry I’m sending you so much at once, and on a Monday. I should have sent it earlier, but I went out with some friends Saturday and didn’t get it done.”

KIM T: “No problem. I’m either working, studying or in class practically every waking hour. I hardly notice what day it is. I hope you enjoyed your night out.  I know I initially said I didn’t need details of your breakup (if that was rude, I didn’t mean it that way); it must have been bad to make you ditch class for two weeks. I can tell skipping is atypical for you.

I’ve attached a WSJ article that explains the J-curve better than the text. You’re exactly right, without the ability to predict, economics isn’t economics, it’s history. And while history has its place in the predictable probabilities of both economics and meteorology (clever analogy, btw), it’s hardly useful if you need to know whether or not to invest in foreign currency or bring your umbrella to school.”

I stared at the email, trying and failing to compare my tuto, Kim to Taehyung. They seemed as opposite as night and day, but I only knew half of each of them. I didn’t know much about Taehyung beyond his striking looks and his ability to beat the shit out of someone. During art history, I’d found myself wondering what would have happened in that interaction with Junmin, if Taehyung had been with me. I wondered if Junmin would have dared to look at me like that. To say what he’d said: Lookin’ good. The thought of Junmin’s cold eyes examining me made my stomach turn.

Feeling shallow for caring, I speculated again what Kim T might look like, and how much impact that might have on what I thought of him. His compliments made me stare at my laptop and smile. He’d said my ex was a moron, and now he seemed to be interested in our breakup. In me. That, or I was reading too much into it.

Y/N Son:  “Hey KimT (It seems like Im cxchanging emails with some secret agent) We were together almost three years. I never saw it coming. I followed him here to school, instead of trying for a performing arts school. My orchestra teacher nearly had a stroke when I told him. 

He pleaded with me to audition at Oberlin or Julliard, but I didn’t. I can’t blame anyone but myself. I trusted my future to my boyfriend, like an idiot. Now I’m stuck somewhere I’m not supposed to be. I don’t know if I just believed that much in him, or that little in myself. Either way, pretty fucking stupid, huh? So there’s my weepy little story.Thank you for the article.”

Kim T: “Not stupid. Overly trusting, maybe, but that reflects on his lack of trustworthiness, not on your intelligence. As for being somewhere you’re not supposed to be – maybe you’re here for a reason, or there is no reason. As a scientist, I lean toward the latter. Either way, you’re off the hook. You made a decision; now you make the best of it. That’s all you can do, right? On that note, I’m off to study for a statistical mechanics quiz. Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to prove scientifically that your ex isn’t worthy of you, and you’re exactly where you should be.”

When Elee came through the door, I was half-asleep and surrounded by conjugated Spanish verbs printed on colored index cards. I scooped most of them up just before she bounced onto the edge of my bed.

“So? Did you call him or text him? Did you use the stuff we went over? What did he say?”

I sighed. “Neither.”

She lay back on the bed, flinging her arms wide dramatically as I snatched up cards before she creased them. “You chickened out.”

I stared at the cards in my hand. Yo habré, tú habrás, él habrá, nosotros habremos… “Yeah, maybe.”

“Hmm. You know, this is better. Don’t call. Make him chase you.” She laughed at my creased brow. 

I thought about Seokjin. About what kind of guy he was. He’d chased me in the beginning, but he didn’t have to try very hard to catch me. I was swept off my feet by him, swept along in his dreams and plans, because he’d made me part of them. Until a few weeks ago.

“Aw, shit, y/n. I know what you’re doing. Don’t think about him. I’m gonna make some cocoa. Get back to—” she sat up, picking up a card I’d not grabbed hastily enough, “—ugh, Spanish verbs.”

Wednesday, I got to the classroom before the 8:00 class let out. As soon as most of the students had filed out the door, I slipped in and took my seat, determined not to pay attention to Taehyung when he came in. To that end, I flipped through my index cards, though I was more than ready to ace the quiz in Spanish.

When Jungkook slid into his seat on my left, I didn’t pause in my review. I refused to be distracted from not paying attention to Taehyung’s seat, and whether or not he was in it.

“Hey, Y/N.” That wasn’t Jungkook’s voice.

The seats were bolted to the floor, with right-handed desktops. Taehyung leaned slightly over the side of Jungkook’s, pushing into the very margin of my space. My breath caught, and I focused on letting it out, appearing unaffected. “Oh, hi.”

He bit his lower lip once, briefly. “I guess you didn’t notice the note on your coffee cup.”

I glanced at my phone, sitting on the edge of my textbook. “I noticed.” I watched his reaction.

He smiled, his light eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, and I tried not to swoon visibly. “Mmm I see, so how ’bout you give me yours?”

I arched a brow at him. “Why? Do you need help in economics?”

He bit his lip in earnest that time, stifling a laugh. “Hardly. What makes you think that?”

I frowned. Could I be attracted to a guy who cared so little about doing well in class? “I guess it’s not my business.”

He leaned his chin into the palm of his hand. The tips of his fingers were tinged with gray, probably from drawing with that pencil sitting over his ear. “I appreciate your concern, but I want your number for reasons completely unrelated to economics.”

I picked up my phone and found his number, and sent him a text that said: Hi.

“Dude, you’re in my seat.” Jungkook’s tone was matter-of-fact, but unperturbed.

Taehyung’s phone vibrated in his hand, and he smiled as my text popped up, giving him my number. “Thanks.” He unfolded himself from the chair and addressed Jungkook. “Sorry, man.”

“No prob.” Jungkook was one of the most easygoing people I’d ever met. His attitude said slacker, but I’d gotten a look at the midterm crammed into his notebook—he’d made a high B, and for all his talk about skipping class and sleeping in, he’d yet to miss one. After Taehyung sauntered back to his seat, Jungkook leaned over the edge of his desktop, closer than Taehyung had. “So what was that about?” His eyebrows rocked up and down and I tried not to grin.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” I replied, fluttering my lashes in my best Southern belle impersonation.

“Careful, little lady,” he drawled. “That fella seems a bit dangerous.” He shook a too-long curl out of his eyes, smiling. “Not that there’s anything wrong with a bit of danger.”

I congratulated myself for taking a singular peek over my shoulder, halfway through the fifty-minute class. Taehyung wasn’t looking at me, so I couldn’t help staring. Pencil in hand, he was sketching intently, first shading and then carefully smearing with his thumb. His hair fell around his face as he concentrated on his work, the lecture and the classroom disregarded as though he was alone in his room. I imagined him sitting on his bed, knees up, pad balanced on his thighs. I wondered what he was sketching. Or who.

He glanced up and caught my gaze. Held it.

His mouth pulled into that ghost of a smile and he stretched his neck and rolled his shoulders, returning my stare. Glancing at the pad, he tapped the end of his pencil against it and sprawled back in his seat, lashes fanning down as he examined his work.

Dr. Park finished the chart he was free-handing onto the whiteboard, and the lecture resumed. Taehyung tucked the pencil over his ear and picked up a pen. Before shifting his attention to our professor, he smiled at me again, and a jolt of excitement shot through me.

At the end of class, a different girl than last week intercepted him on his way out the door, and I bolted without a backward look. My adrenaline kicked in, my body sensing my need to escape and giving wings to it.

I texted Elee that I’d be getting crap coffee in the cafeteria before my afternoon class instead of going by the Coffe. She texted back: GENIUS. I’ll meet you there. Sisters in solidarity and all that shit.

From the end of my bed, my laptop dinged an email alert, and an answering flutter came from my stomach. It was probably nothing—a notice about flu shots from the health center, or another note from one of my old high school friends, who were all “so devastated” that Seokjin and I were over (which they all figured out when he changed his Facebook relationship status—twenty minutes after he’d broken up with me).

I’d disabled my account immediately, and had yet to reinstate it. The thought of seeing his glib status updates and having photos of him pop up in my feed was demoralizing. Even if I hid him, we knew too many of the same people. There’d be no hiding his activities completely. I began getting sympathetic and condescending emails and texts the next day, so I was justifiably apprehensive whenever I checked my inbox.

Cringing, I pulled it up… and smiled.

Kim T: “Are you going to make it to the session tomorrow (Thursday)? In case you won’t, I’ve attached the worksheet I’m planning to go over. It’s new, separate stuff, and you needn’t be completely caught up to get it. (Speaking of, you should be all caught up within a week or so.)

PS – I’ve been thinking about that proof I spoke of last time – that you’re where you’re supposed to be. And it occurred to me, can you prove you’d be better off somewhere else? If you’d have left the state, your relationship would have ended still. Maybe you’d have even blamed yourself, not knowing that it was doomed because of him, either way. Instead, you’re here. You got dumped, skipped class, and met the best econ tutor at the university! Who knows, maybe I’ll make you fall in love with economics. (What’s your major, btw?)”

Y/N Son: “I’m a music education major. I hate that saying: "Those who can, do, those who can’t, teach." As a tutor, I know that’s BS. Still. I wanted to do. I imagined joining a symphony orchestra, or a progressive jazz band… And instead, I’m going to teach.

I won’t be at your session – I have lessons with my middle school boys tomorrow. (I think I’d be more impressive to them if I could fart the scales instead of plucking them on the bass.)

Sorry to inform you, but I plan to make it through this class and be done with econ. No reflection on your genius tutoring skills, I swear. Thank you for the worksheet. You’re too kind.”

Kim T:  “If you want to do, then do. What’s stopping you?

So I’m kind, huh? Never heard that before. People usually think I’m a pretentious a-hole. I must admit, I tend to encourage that estimation. So please promise to keep your opinion to yourself. Reputations can be ruined so easily, you know. ;)

PS – Do the worksheet. Before Friday. I’m giving you a very serious look through this screen. DO THE WORKSHEET. If you have problems with any of the material, let me know.”

Y/N Son:  “What’s stopping me? Well, I’ve blown the chance to go to a serious music school. And I’m stuck in a state that doesn’t always foster the arts (something I’ll probably spend my entire teaching career fighting). It seems impossible to go out now and “do.” I guess I should rethink that.

Your secret geniality is safe. My lips are sealed.

PS – I’m DOING the worksheet, but I’m giving you a very petulant look through my screen. Slave driver.”

I was grinning when I clicked send. Maybe I was playing an entirely different game of chase, and Taehyung and his infuriatingly enigmatic smile could take a flying leap. Elee and Mina could keep their make-him-chase-you advice and use it themselves, because I, apparently, sucked at it in real life. Through email, though… My happy expression slid away as I realized the stark truth—I was flirting with someone online. I had no idea what he looked like, or what type of person he was.

That wasn’t exactly true. I knew exactly what type of person he was, even though I’d never laid eyes on him. He was kind. And intelligent. And straightforward.

Of course, he hadn’t beaten a would-be rapist to a bloody pulp for me. Or made my insides melt when he put his hands on my waist. He probably didn’t have tattoos on his arms or deep brown eyes and a liquefying stare.

At 10:00 pm, my phone trilled a text alert.

Taehyung: Hi :)

Me: Hi :)

Taehyung: What’s up?

Me: Nothing. Homework.

Taehyung: I wanted to talk to you after class, but you disappeared.

Me: I have another class right after. One of those profs who stops talking, stares at you and waits until you get to your seat if you’re late.

Taehyung: I would probably just walk to my seat even slower. ;)

Taehyung: You should come by the Coffe Friday. It’s usually dead. Americano, on the house?

Me: Free coffee? I can’t pass that up. I’ll try to stop by. When do you work?

Taehyung: All afternoon. Til 5.

Me: K

Taehyung: See you Friday, Y/N.

Taehyung was fifteen minutes late to class on Friday, and we had a pop quiz first thing—which he missed. My first thought was how irresponsible it was to miss a quiz… and then I remembered that I missed the midterm. I couldn’t exactly point any fingers.

He slipped through the back door as Dr. Park walked up the center aisle, collecting quizzes. He took the stacks from the left row and then turned to the right, where Taehyung sat. “I need to see you after class,” he said, his voice low.

Inclining his head once, Taehyung pulled his text from his backpack and replied in the same subdued tone. “Yes, sir.”

I didn’t look back at him during the remainder of class, and when it was over, he packed up his backpack and walked down the outside aisle to the front. While waiting for Dr. Park to finish his conversation with another student, Taehyung’s eyes lifted and found me. His smile was as unreadable as always, scarcely there at all. But his gaze was focused, pegging me like a dart to a board.

Turning his attention to our professor, he broke the stare. I released the breath I’d not realized I was holding and escaped the classroom, undecided on whether or not to follow through with stopping by the Coffe that afternoon.

I considered the quiz I’d just aced, thanks to Kim’s insistence that I complete the worksheet he sent two nights ago. Doing that worksheet had been all sorts of help—on a quiz he must have known about. I didn’t think he’d crossed a line and told me something he shouldn’t have, but his toe was definitely on the line. For me. Swept along and invisible among thousands of other students on this enormous campus, I was struck by the fact that for some reason, he’d gone out of his way to help me. For some reason, I mattered to him.

Elee: Jongkyung and I are leaving soon. You gonna be ok this weekend? You’re going to the coffe this afternoon, RIGHT? If he asks you out, GO FOR IT HOE. Clear the palate! Don’t forget you’ll have the room to yourself all weekend. 

Me: You kids have fun. I’ll be fine! I’ll keep you posted.

Elee: You’d better! I’ll be back Sunday afternoon. Or evening, depending on the level of hangover Sunday morning. lmao. TEXT ME LATER.

I’d forgotten Elee’s road trip with Jongkyung was this weekend. His brother was in a band, and they were playing at a festival tomorrow near Busan, so they had reservations at a bed and breakfast for the weekend. Elee told Mina and me about it last month while we waited to look at Mercury and Venus through a telescope during an evening astronomy lab.

The coffee smell invaded my senses before the Coffe came into view. Rounding the corner, my eyes went to the counter, where two employees stood talking. When I didn’t see Taehyung, I wondered if he’d switched shifts and forgot to text me.

There were only a handful of customers—one of whom was Dr. Park, reading the paper in the corner. I had nothing against my professor, but I didn’t exactly want him witnessing my attempts to flirt with the guy who skipped the quiz and got called out for it just this morning. I stood just behind a display of coffee mugs and travel cups.

Just as he had Monday, Taehyung pushed through the door to the back as my eyes brushed over it. My fingers and toes tingled at the sight of him. Underneath the green apron, he wore an orange long-sleeved tshirt, not the university-branded sweatshirt he’d worn this morning in class. His shirtsleeves were pushed past his elbows again, leaving the tattoos visible. I moved to the counter, my eyes skimming from his forearms to his face. He hadn’t seen me yet.

One of the girls at the register straightened. “Can I help you?” Her voice held a bite of annoyance, as though she was snapping her fingers to get my attention.

“I’ve got it, Eun ” Taehyung said, and she shrugged and returned to her conversation with her coworker, but they both eyed me with even more hostility than a moment before. “Hey, y/n.”

“Hi.”

He glanced toward the corner where Dr. Park sat. “What can I get for you?”

His tone wasn’t the tone of a guy who’d specifically asked me to come by. Maybe he was behaving circumspectly for his coworkers’ benefit.

“Um, a grande Americano, I guess.”

He grabbed the cup from the stack and made the drink. I tried to hand him my card, but he shook his head once. “That’s okay. I’ve got it.”

His coworkers exchanged a look I pretended not to see.

I thanked him and retreated to the opposite side of the shop from Dr. Park, setting up my laptop to work on my econ project. 

After an hour, I’d bookmarked a dozen sources on current international economic happenings, my coffee was gone, and Taehyung hadn’t come over once. I was expected at the high school for my weekly Friday afternoon bass lessons in half an hour. Shutting down my laptop, I turned to unplug the power cord from the wall.

“Ms. Son.” At Dr. Park’s unexpected greeting, I jumped, knocking over my thankfully-empty cup. “Oh! So sorry to have startled you!”

“Oh, that’s okay. I’m a little jumpy—from, uh, the coffee.” And from thinking for one split second that you were Taehyung.

“I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Kim tells me you’re almost caught up, and making headway on the project. I’m glad to hear it.” He lowered his voice and glanced around conspiratorially. “My colleagues and I don’t actually want to fail anyone, you know. Our goal is to frighten—I mean encourage—the less, er, serious students to produce. Not that I believe you’re one of those.”

I returned his smile. “I understand.”

He straightened and cleared his throat. “Good, good. Well, on that note—have a productive weekend.” He chuckled at his joke and I managed to avoid rolling my eyes.

“Thank you, Dr. Park.”

He walked to the counter and spoke to Taehyung as I wound the power cord and stowed the laptop in my backpack. The conversation between them was earnest, and I was concerned when Dr. Park seemed to gesture toward me at least once. I wondered if our professor believed that Taehyung was one of those less serious students he could intimidate into becoming more dedicated. If so, I didn’t want to be used as some sort of example.

As I walked out, I looked over my shoulder, but Taehyung didn’t shift his gaze my way at all, and his expression was tense. His coworker, wiping down a counter a few feet away, smirked at me.

When I left the high school two hours later, I switched on my phone, endeavoring to look forward to a weekend alone while it powered up. Clearly, the trip to Coffe was a bust. Taehyung had been, if possible, even more puzzling and cagey than he was before.

While working on the project, I’d emailed Kim to thank him for sending the worksheet Wednesday, and for insisting that I do it. I hadn’t heard from him since Wednesday, but maybe he would email this afternoon or tonight. Maybe he’d be free this weekend, and we could finally meet.

I had one text from Elee that she and Jongkyung had arrived in Busan—along with lots of insinuation about what I could do with a room to myself, and Mom had texted to ask about my Ch’usok days plans. Seokjin and I had alternated spending the day at his house or mine the past three years. Somehow, this translated into confusion about whether or not I was coming home this year. When I texted her back that yes, breaking up with a guy generally means no more shared holidays, I expected an apology to follow. I should have known better.

Mom: Don’t be snippy. Your dad and I planned and paid for a trip to Jeju that weekend, because we thought you could stay at the Kim’s. I guess we’ll have to cancel.

Me: Go ahead and go. I’ll go home with Elee or something.

Mom: Ok. If you’re sure.

Me: I’m sure.

I tossed my phone in an empty cup-holder and drove back to campus, prepared to watch reality TV and work on economics all weekend.

When I got to my room, I saw that Taehyung had texted while I was driving back.

Taehyung: Sorry I didn’t say goodbye Me: It was awkward with Dr. Park there I guess. Taehyung: Yeah. Taehyung: So, I’d like to sketch you. Me: Oh? Taehyung: Yeah Me: Okay. Not, like, sans clothes or anything right? Taehyung: Haha no. Unless you’re up for that. Taehyung: Jk. Is tonight ok? Or tomorrow night? Me: Tonight is good. Taehyung: Cool. I can be there in a couple of hours. Me: Ok. Taehyung: What’s your room number? Me: 362. I’ll need to let you into the building. Taehyung: I can probably get in. I’ll text you if I can’t.

[mimigemrose]

Cuz I was bored...

...during my traveling into the city, this morning. While car-pooling, I wrote this little ditty to pass the time.

This is an 'untitled' and will be tucked away into the "Unsure. Don't Know about this one" section of my mind. Right now, I am trying to gather my focus and work on the "Eric and Nasira" series.

In regards to this one, it's incomplete (I only had an hour and some minutes to write it). It's a Divergent-themed, one-shot...Short fic. It's a 'Eric/Reader/OFC thingymahjig. Warning: Rough draft. Mentions of smut. NC-17

Enjoy!

"Untitled"

"—eep your voice down, Helena!" you heard your father sharply whisper to your stepmother. Underneath the obvious sign of mild irritation, you also heard the depiction of his concern and of his helplessness. 

The heating vent that was in your bedroom carried more than the precious, warm heat that kept your bedroom habitable on this cold, October night. It also helped your parents' voices with their travels to the inside of your bedroom. Within those four walls, the soft volume in their voices were amplified.

  "The girls are still..."

  "No! You're just afraid of waking up Y/N and having her..." Helena, your stepmother, accused.

  Both parents' voice proceeded to entwine with one another. But you were still able to make out the details of their statements. 

  "...sleeping and I don't..." you heard your father say.

  There was Helena's smooth and feminine voice. The usual tone, with its sing-song inflections, was now riddled with barely-contained angst.

  "...hear you worry about the mess that she's..."

  Then there was your father's natural, baritone. Usually, your 'Da' would speak with a gentility that was usually carried by mothers. But, not now. "...want to wake them up!" your father's voice said softly, but harsh.

  "...made!" your step-mother sniped, finishing her statement. There was a short streak of muttering that was performed by her voice. "...H-H-H... We...I-I…We can't—How are we going to be able to do this, Nether?!" she whispered, sounding completely exasperated. “We—

  "We can handle this, Helena," your father affirmed. "The Lord only gives us the loads that He knows that we can handle."

  "But we shouldn't have to handle this burden!" Helena declared.

  Hearing those last three syllables from her voice and knowing who she was referring to, caused you to feel grief. Pressure nudged at your chest and your throat. A fluttering ripped through your extended stomach. Your left hand grasped at the firm swell and you quickly determined that it was a reaction to Helena's apathetic words. Not from your unborn sons' activities.

  Despite being denigrated by someone, which you considered to be a respected relative, you continued to listen to her words.

  "We have our children and hers to feed already..."

  "Hel—

  "And now, she's about to bring another mouth into our home! In fact... She's about to bring in two more children into our home, Nether! Two!"

  There was sharp-sounding inhale from your father. His exhale was a growl-like thing. "What do you want me to do, Helena? I cannot—I will not—turn my child and my grandchildren out, into the streets and force them to become Factionless!"

  "I'm not saying that you should turn them away, Nether! I'm simply saying, 'Think'! Think about some solutions for this problem—

  "My daughter and my grandchildren are not problems, Helena!" growled Nether. 

  You've never heard such a visceral reaction from him. Not even when your mother declared that she was going to forgo treatment for her leukemia, several years ago.

  The anger that was inside of your father's voice caused you to physically recoil into a fetal position. Your left hand tried to cover your stomach and your right hand clenched at your pillow.

  "I've already told you..." 

  You heard his footsteps as they walked slow steps across the dining room's floor.

  "...We can handle this! Once the council finds out about Y/N, they will increase our monthly food stock. They do it with every expanding family's food supply."

  "Okay... And what's gonna happen, when Y/N and her... Her-Her... Love...Lover decides to get together again and she comes back here, with child again? Hmm? What happens, then?"

  "That won't happen, Helena," your father told your stepmother. "I know my daughter."

  His non-mentioned, unflinching faith and trust in you caused your tears to become free. You pressed your warm lips into the side of your right thumb, as an effort to keep the sounds of your sobs down. You didn't want to take the chance to wake up Aviva from her deep sleep. 

  "You know her?" Helena groaned. "Nether… Y/N was… Messing around with boys... Right under your nose... She eventually became pregnant four years before she became eligible for her Choosing Ceremony, Nether!" 

  "Yes," your father huffed. "I am aware of this fact, Helena..." He huffed. "I know that she dealt with some things that a child shouldn't have to deal with. Y/N became a mother before she even became a teenager... Yes, I know this, Helena. But I also know that my daughter wasn't some..." He tried to come up with an inoffensive word. His voice stammered and chopped up, incomprehensible words floated into the room. "...B-B-But, not in the way that you're implying! She... Y/N... My daughter became impregnated by an Abnegation boy, a boy that she loved. A boy, who decided to flee to another faction instead of—

  "I heard those rumors, too, Nether," Helena said flippantly.

  "They were not rumors, Helena! And if you're going to continue to imply that my daughter has weak morals, then I advise you to hold your tongue and keep those poisonous thoughts to yourself," her father warned. 

  There was a gasp of shock. You didn't have to see Helena's face to know that it came from her. You imagined that hawkish face of hers as your father snapped at her. 

  Finally, the house became silent. The terse, low-volume conversation had come to a sudden end. Soon, your bedroom, which you shared with your thirteen-year old daughter, was filled with the sounds of the brusque winds that were on the other side of the windows, Aviva's light snoring and the smothered cries, as well as, your whimpers. 

  "You're hiding something from me, my dear husband."

  Your attention was drawn to the air vent once more, minutes later, while your eyes stared into the darkness that was surrounding you. You picked up the animosity in your step-mother's voice. She sounded different. She sounded cold and mean.

  "I know you, Nether. You're hiding something from me. I can see it..."

  You heard the obnoxious sound of one of the benches being dragged across the floor. The noise filled up the room. 

  Aviva whimpered and shifted in her spot. "Mama," she slurred, milliseconds later.

  Your grieving display was disrupted and temporarily forgotten. Aviva's well-being became your priority. Your right, tear-soaked hand reached for her face. You cupped her left cheek. "Shhhh, baby," you whispered while caressing her cheek. "Mama's here," you voice croaked. 

  It was enough to keep her asleep. The young teen whimpered before shifting in her spot and pulling herself closer to you. Her left arm draped over your waist while her forehead rested against your covered chest. The soft snoring resumed.

  There were the sounds of Helena's short, hard-soled footsteps. "...in your eyes, Nether. I know this. So, tell me, what's wrong," Helena asked.

  Your father took in a hearty breath. "Nothing, dear. Nothing to worry your head over," he answered. 

  "Is it about Y/N?" 

  "No, my dear. Actually… It’s about…” There was a harsh-sounding sigh before he spoke up again. “Just about... Council things," he informed her. 

  "Oh..." she hummed.

  You knew that she didn't believe him. But she wasn't going to press him. Her subtle 'oh' told you. 

  "...okay." She took a breath. "I think that I have a solution to your prob—

  "Helena," your father groaned, warning her.

  "Okay! Okay-okay-okay," she swiftly spoke, trying to calm him down. "Not a problem... No problems." 

  Your father grunted and then asked, "So what's the idea?" 

  "What... What do you think about the Duffy boy?"

  A creaking, soft whimper escaped your mouth. 'What?' Your mind brought forth an image of Braxton Duffy. You thought of the tall, lanky man. A memory from the last time that you had to interact with him, which was yesterday. He saw you while you were taking the clean clothes from off of the line. He came over into the backyard and then proceeded to help you. Then, the young iron mill worker helped you with your basket of laundry by carrying it to the house. 

  Then you remembered the moments, when you kept catching his eyes peeping at your swollen belly. With each one of his looks, you couldn't decipher his intentions behind the peering. Yesterday, you wore a gray, cotton dress which showcased your bulging stomach. You stopped wearing layers of thick clothes due to your hot flashes and the fact that the news of yours pregnancy was running through Abnegation already. 

  "He's a nice young man," your father responded with, interrupting your trip through your memory bank. "...He's kind. He's at every council meeting, he volunteers and people like him. Why? Why did you want to know?"

  "Well... I think… I think that he has an eye out for your daughter," Helena reported.

  "Y/N?" 

  "Mmm-hmm," she confirmed. "Every time I see him, one of the first things that he asks is about Y/N. If he sees her outside, he comes out of his house to meet up with her. You haven't noticed how he likes to stare at her?" There was a brief bit of silence. "It kind of reminds me of a certain someone, who used to stare at me like that?" teased Helena. 

  'He's never stared at you like that,' you suddenly groaned in your head. 

  The reaction was a surprise for you. But then again, your attitude and temperament has been changing. Your doctor, over in Erudite, blamed your hormone levels. 

  You heard your father chuckle. 

  "I think Braxton might be interested in marriage," Helena pointed out. 

  Your heart began to race. Both fear and anxiety ran through your veins. 'I don't want to marry him,' you confessed to yourself. 'Please Da... Don't support this.'

  "I don't know about that, Helena... Braxton... He's a nice fellow, but I don't know anything about him..."

  "So, we'll just invite him to dinner," she swiftly suggested. 

  "...I don't know if he's the type to take on the role of 'Father' to a teenager and two babies. Children are a lot of work—

  "Mmmph! Don't I know it," quipped Helena before lightly giggling. 

  "Helena," your father groaned.

  "I know... I know, Nether… I think she should pursue him. Just so she could see where his head is. I think she would like him," Helena announced.

  You disagreed. 

  Braxton Duffy was indeed a nice man. But you didn't want him. In fact, you couldn’t even imagine him as a love interest for you. At most, you would want Braxton to be only your neighbor. Like, he currently was at this moment. 

  "Tomorrow, we are going to help with the new inventory from Amity... Maybe I could talk to her. Maybe... I could convince her to talk to him," Helena suggested. 

  "Good luck with that one," your father said softly. You heard your father huff again. "Let's go to bed, dear," he suggested. "Tomorrow, you have a long day. You should lay down and get as much rest." 

  "Alright," you heard Helena murmured. 

  Then you were met with the familiar sounds of your parents cleaning up, downstairs. Occasionally, you would hear their muttering voices raise in volume as they talked. As you listened to their chatter, you felt relieved that you and your current condition were no longer a topic point.

  Finally, after what felt like an hour later, you were graced with the sounds of their feet climbing up the narrow staircase that led to the second floor of the house. There were slow and soft footsteps amongst the old wooden flooring, which traveled to the other end of the hallway. Once you heard the soft click of their bedroom door as it closed, you felt every inch of the tension escape from your body.

  You rolled onto your back and you stared straight forward. It was at this moment, when you felt strong fluttering run horizontally on your lower abdomen. Both hands reached past the curve and cupped your lower stomach. The movement stopped as soon as your palms touched your flesh. 'Dagnabit... Almost felt them...' A soft stream of chuckles came from your lips. 

  "I almost felt them," you muttered before closing your eyes and trying for sleep again.

  ______________________________________________________________________________________

  Seven months prior 

  "Mama—

  "No, Aviva, you can't come with me," you told her, for the ninth time within the past two hours.

  You glanced away from your satchel, so you could stare at your daughter. You found her sitting in the old rocking chair that was across from where you were standing. There was a pout on her face and she kept her tanned arms folded across her chest. Her pink-tinged, caramel toes were forcing the chair to rock back and forth.

  "Why not?! I want to see them, too!" the adolescent mewled. 

  "I know you do, baby," you tell her. You glanced at your bag and resumed packing. In a soft tone, you said, "But I am walking over to Dauntless... I'm not getting a ride over there..." You glimpsed over to your daughter again. "...It's a long walk...Plus, it's very hot outside. Close to ninety-four degrees... I think… I don't have any business walking outside, much less you..." You stuffed a cold bottle of water into your bag. "...which is why you and Rosie are going over to the MacArthurs' home and focus on your Clerical Lessons to—

  Aviva made her frustration know by unleashing a growl. 

  You smiled. You understood the feeling well, ever since you were once a student of Mrs. MacArthur's class. 'At least, she will be under air conditioning.' Once your bag was fully-equipped with your supplies, you turned to your daughter. "Where are your grandparents?" 

  "Outside, talking to Mister Duffy," Aviva informed you as she used her hands to fan herself. 

  "Good," you muttered. ‘Please stay outside while I grab the stuff from the kitchen,' you silently prayed. You glanced at Aviva, who was trying to beat the heat away. Your eyes took in the sight of her bare shins. "Don't forget to pull your skirt down before you go downstairs," you warned her. 

  She murmured, "I know, Mama."

  "The last thing you need is for your Nana to catch you. I won't be here to..."

  "I know, Mama."

  "...protect you, if she decides to tan your hide," you informed her.

  "I know, Mama." 

  "Do you remember what I told you, if your grandparents ask about today?"

  "Yeah, I remember..."sighed Aviva. “You had gone to Amity with Miss Kathleen and Miss Samantha Marmont, to help them sell their quilts at the Farmers Market."

  You released a sigh of relief. 'Good... So, she does remember.'

  She unleashed a deep sigh after her palms plopped down on the chair's arms. "Today... Today is one of those days that I miss going to school," she groaned. With a glaze in her orbs, which let you know that she was reflecting about the air-conditioning.

  You chuckled as you snatched the long white, scarf the draped over the edge of your bed. You made your way over to your daughter. She noticed the scarf in your hand and she rolled her eyes. You chuckled and continued to do so, as you sat down on the floor, in front of her. You passed the scarf off to her. You heard another scoff from her. You peered behind you. "Thank you," you announced, with a sweetness that conveyed your playfulness.

  "Yeah-yeah-yeah," she muttered as she clasped your head. She gave you a gentle nudge. "Turn your head, please," she instructed as you giggled. 

  After Aviva finished concealing your hair with the scarf, you grabbed your knapsack and wished your daughter well. Once you made it to the first level of the house, you listened out for your parents' voices. You were able to pinpoint their location, which was in front of the house. It was perfect, ever since you were heading to the rear of the house. 

  You had gone to the kitchen, where you proceeded to scour the refrigerator and then the pantry. You pilfered food that you knew that your brothers loved to eat and would most likely missed. Plus, there was the lunch that you specifically made for them. You knew that you shouldn't have taken the food, as well as, cooked for them. After all, you were sure that Dauntless didn't deprive their initiates of nourishment. And, it was selfish of you to make those lunches, which had gone against your faction's creed, along with your religion. 

  Strangely enough, you didn't care about breaking the rules that were from both the faction and the Liberon faith. 

  You gave the kitchen one last glimpse to make sure that you didn't leave anything out of place. Once you were satisfied, you exited the room and head to the front door. You came to a pause once you arrived to the screen door. A silent plea spilled from your lips before you pushed the door open and walked through the threshold. Before your sandals could touch the porch's deck, you felt the full extent of the oppressive heat.

   'Oh goodness! I did not… Expect this.' 

  It clung to you like a spider web and it was just as irritating. The urge to take off your gray duster struck you like a swift punch. Your fingers actually reached for the collar of the covering. You came to a halt, when you realized that you were standing in front of your parents and Braxton Duffy.

  You were met with polite greetings from your father, Helena and from Mr. Duffy, of course. You gave one, in return.

  "Are you off to meet with the Marmont sisters, dear?" Helena asked, looking away from her hands and the crochet project that she was creating. Her inquisitive, brown eyes landed their gaze on you. 

  "Yes... M-Mother," you answered with a subtle nod. You tried to ignore the soft spasm that nipped at your stomach. 

  After five years, it still didn't feel right to refer to your father's wife as your mother. But, you knew that the action made your father happy. So, she was your 'Mother'.

  "Well..." you heard Braxton say. 

  You were about to address him, when your father caught your attention, as well as, interrupted Braxton. 

  "Y/N?"

  You turned to your father and you noticed him standing up from his chair. "Yes, Da?"

  "Lemme walk you..."

  'Oh no,' you secretly bemoaned. A fringe of fear managed to stab at your spirit. Pressure began to fill up your chest and stomach.

  "...over to Marmont's res—

  "No, it's okay, Da..."

  "Mister Y/L/N, it's alright! I can escort Y/N to..."

  "No, dear, sit down. Y/N is capable of..."

  Helena, Braxton and you doled out protests to your father's proposal. At the moment, your conscience made you aware that each of you had your own reasons to keep your father on the porch. 

  Your father met each protest with his own verbal refusal. "No-no-no..." he kindly announced as he stood upright. His hands patted at the air as he spoke. "...I am going to escort my daughter to the Marmonts. It's no trouble..." He walked to your side and placed an affectionate hold on your left shoulder. "...I'm not going to be long. Plus, I have to discuss some business with Jacob—

  "What kind of business, Nether?!" Helena crowed. 

  You found yourself biting the inside of your left cheek and digging your own fingernails into your palms. Helena's need to know about every one of your father's activities, annoyed you. 

  "Nothing important, dear. Just about some trivial affairs with the Council," your father told her. 

  You marveled at your father's ability to lie so easily and effortlessly. You wondered how he could do something that was so... Selfish.

  "Okay, dear," Helena stated. You could tell that she was miffed. She looked away and resumed with her crocheting. 

  "Braxton... May you please stay with my wife while I am gone?" your father asked your neighbor. 

  You glanced at Braxton just as he nodded his head. "Sure. Yes, Mister Y/L/N, I'll stay with her..." His eyes focused on you. "Y/N, I wish you have a good day at the... Uhhh… Market." In his eyes, there was the energy of disappointment. 

  'Ugghhh, Braxton,' you groaned internally, with annoyance. Externally, you smiled and your head performed a subtle nod. "Thank you, Mister Duffy. I hope for you as well," you told him, in the best neutral tone that you could muster. You didn't want to give your neighbor the notion that you had one iota of interest in him. 

  Once you saw the toothy and beaming smile on his face, you knew that you wouldn't be able to beat his infatuation off, even with a stick. You gifted the young man with a gentle smile before you glanced at your father. ‘Oh God,’ you groaned.

  "Da, are you ready to go?" you asked him, hoping that he was going to change his mind about walking with you. 

  Your father released a soft confirmation. "Uh-huh," he groaned.  "I'm ready, sweetheart."

  You gave your stepmother a firm farewell before you stepped off of the porch. Seconds later, you and your father started your trip to the Marmonts' residence. You knew that the family lived not too far away, but they were at a distance. You hoped that there was some form of intervention that was going to keep you from—

  "When you see your brothers..." 

  You initially believed that your mind was playing tricks on you. To confirm that your father was indeed talking, you eyed his profile, as you walked. In particular, any sign of his lips' actions. 

  "...I would like..."

  'Oh Gods... He know... Knows,' you whimpered in your head. The pressure that was in your stomach and chest became harder and weighed you down. A chill, which didn't come from any winds, latched onto you. 

  "...for you to give them something," your Da informed you. His eyes glimpsed over at you. "Yah look like you're shocked," he said to you with a jovial lilt in his tone. The corners of his lips teased you by displaying a soft smile.

  Your lips part so you could speak and state your case. But only stammering had fallen out of your mouth. 

  Nether lightly chuckled. His right hand performed a flimsy wave through the air. "It's alright, Y/N. It's okay..."

  Your Da’s affirmations didn’t deter your fear from coming to the surface. He knew about your intended plans and if he decided to tell the Council leaders, you were going to be in a lot of trouble. ‘Helena could get what she wanted, after all,’ your fear whispered into your ears.

  He made a glimpse at the structures that were ahead of him. “…I know about today. I’ve…” He glanced at you again. “…already seen some parents here…” He glimpsed at the ground. “…and I’ve seen some being turned away, this morning.” Your father didn’t say it, but you knew that he missed your brothers.

  Due to your culture, he couldn’t state so and he couldn’t refer to the twin boys as ‘his sons’ anymore. Once they left Abnegation for Dauntless, they were considered to be members of that faction, now. They also left and denounced the Liberon faith, when they transferred to Dauntless as well. According to your religion, they were also excommunicated as well. They were restricted from maintaining their relationships with their families. Liberons were taught to treat the excommunicated as if they had passed on. 

  Just by trekking over to Dauntless to visit them on ‘Visiting Day’, you were committing your own act of denouncement of your faith.

  “Um…” He stared straight ahead as his left hand pulled the lapel of his gray cardigan from off of his chest and he shoved his right hand into his jacket. “…I want you to give them this,” he announced with a soft tone. A second later, his right hand produced a small package.

  You looked at the contents that were held in his hand. There were two white envelopes and a pair of eyeglass cases.

  “I had brought Abraham two pairs of glasses. I… Uh… I bought them a few days before the Choosing Ceremony and… Well… I didn’t give them to him. It-It would be a waste to hold onto them…” He held the items out and aimed them into your direction. “I…I would like for you...”

  You reached out with your left hand and you took the package from your father.

  “…to give them those things.”

  “I will, Da,” you softly declared. You felt the solemnness from your father’s brawny form. Feeling that awkward lump that was wedged in your throat, you turned away from your father, so you could stuff the items into your bag.

  “There’s… Letters, there… Too. Their names are on the en-envelopes, s-so… There’s no confusion,” he mumbled.

  “Okay, Da, I will tell them,” you reported to him as you noticed that you were about to reach the exit for the Liberon parishioners’ residential area.

  You figured that your father must’ve noticed as well because a protective hand landed on your left shoulder and a warning came from his mouth. “I know that you’re walking over to Dauntless and you’re walking back, so I want you to take the main streets to get over there. Don’t take any side streets or cut through people’s properties to get there. You understand?”

  You nodded your head. “Yes Da, I understand,” you told him as you stared at the upcoming threshold.

  The both of you walked the rest of the way, in silence. As you walked, you scanned the area, making sure that you didn't draw any attention from fellow parishioners. Once at the border that was in between the secular and non-secular, your father turned to you. You glanced at him and was greeted with the face of a man, who was worried for his children. 

  "Remember what I said, Y/N: only travel on the main streets. Don't take shortcuts through deserted side streets and through alleyways. Go straight there and do the same, when you come back. No detours. Okay?"

  You nodded your head and gifted your father with a smile. "I understand, Da."

  Nether smiled and then released a breath. "Good... Good girl."

  "Aahhhugghh... Mmm! That's it..." His gripping hand provided a tighter hold on the back of your head. The tip of your nose grazed sweating, heated flesh while his hardness continued to push past your lips to become lathered with your mouth's sensual affection. "...That's a good girl. You're a good--

  Your eyes snapped open on the moment, where your brain decided to flash that memory, for you. Despite being six months pregnant and in a vulnerable position, you managed to snap upright in your bed. The memory was still there like a stain that was hard to scrub out. Sitting, you stared forward into the darkness that covered your bedroom while you still remembered those blue eyes and his gruff voice. 

  "--my God--What is this?! I'm..."

"It's an acquired taste."

"...sorry. I've shouldn't have...Reacted that way."

  The phantom taste of the... Whiskey... That he gave you on that day, made its way into your mouth. The memory of his presence was still in your mind. You remembered everything about him, from the way he wore his uniform, down to the tattoos that decorated his throat's flesh and to the way that he stared at you, marking every one of your movements. 

  "Aaahhh..." your lips released. The bed shook and the sounds of its headboard shaking, filled your ears.

Warm lips caressed your left ear, spraying dewy breath against your skin. "Go on... look," he ordered, in a hiss. "Look at my cock while it's fucking you."

          You opened your eyes and was greeted by a perspiring, broad and tattooed shoulder. Your bleary vision floated down to the site of your bodies' union. Your channel clenched as you watched his slicked prick piston from you. 

  "Aaa-ah," you lightly gasped while your awakening arousal caused your cunt to weep and try to desperately grasp onto the memory. Your legs began to move underneath the layers of linen, in an effort to have your thighs close around the source of your heat.

  Then, the realization of your current location struck you. Your hands grabbed a hold of your quilts and brushed them aside. You slipped out of bed and carefully, as well as, discreetly made your way out of the room. Your feet made their way down the hallway and into the bathroom. 

  Once inside, you locked yourself in and then proceeded to strip out of your cotton nightdress. Whether if it was another pregnancy symptom or if it was due to your burgeoning arousal, the heating that was coming from you, made the fabric feel unbearable. After stripping down, you slipped yourself into the dry, bathtub. Before your back could find the moment of relaxation against the tub's interior, your hands found their way onto your body. Fingertips formed trails of pleasure around your nipples while your fingers traced your weeping slit. Slow and heavy sighs slithered out, from parted lips. Your head slowly rolled and lolled against the edge of the tub while the memory from the act of your unborn children's conception played in your mind. 

  He approached sometime during your reunion with your brothers. His status and rank in Dauntless became swiftly known to you, when you detected the shift in the twins' posture. Abraham, who was now known as "Osiris", and his identical twin Benjamin became silent and their bodies lost every trace of relaxation. The boys leapt from the benches and stood abreast with each other. They stood in front of their seats with straight postures and stoic expressions on their mildly bruised faces. They stared at you, but there weren't any signs of life in their orbs. 

  You weren't smart like the Erudites, but you knew enough about manners and social cues, so you slipped out of your seat as well. Unlike your brothers, you verbally greeted the new addition to your company. You extended your right hand and proposed for a handshake. Your hand was immediately swallowed up by his large paw. Then he introduced himself.

  From his introduction, you learned that his name was Eric and he was one of the faction leaders for Dauntless. He was the authority figure that was overseeing the initiation process. You took upon yourself to thank the faction leader for allowing this function to occur. You didn't have any rhyme or reason for showing your gratitude, except for it just felt right. Dauntless Leader Eric's reaction was one of appreciation and of being flattered, in a professional sort of way. He gave you a subtle compliment and then he told you about the twins' progress during this initiation period. He gave a positive review, much to your relief and delight. Afterwards, he decided to depart from you and your brothers, so you could enjoy the rest of your visit. It was until he released your hand, when you realized that he was still holding onto you. You watched Dauntless Leader Eric walk further away, all the while, missing the warming comfort that came from his hand.

  After a few minutes of awkward silence between you three, the joy and the comfort returned to your family reunion. Osiris, Benjamin and you spoke of fond memories that occurred during your childhoods. You gave them progress reports about your other siblings, as well as, about their former friends from Abnegation. During this visit, they also teased you in the typical "little brother" fashion. They asked you about any potential suitors and you told them about Braxton, which caused them to begin another round of light-hearted teasing. 

  Eventually, the end of 'Visiting Day' arrived. A wave of subtle panic and an abundance of sadness ran through the underground area, where the function was taking place. You caught the sights of people doling out final hugs and kisses to initiates. You did the same for each brother. Plus, you discreetly gave each of them the goodies that you carried along for this trip, including your father's gifts. The twins, upon viewing the small bowls of food and their gifts, desperately stuffed the items in their jackets. You gave your brothers hugs and words of encouragement before you said your farewell. You walked a few feet before turning back and waving to them. Then you began your trekking journey out of the Dauntless territory. 

  You followed the same path that was set by the other visitors. It did lead you out of the underground community that was known as The Pit and to the exit that led to the outside. You smelt the thick wave of petrichor before your eyes could see the rain. You met up with a small group of visitors, who loitered by the exit and you joined them as they stared out the rain-drenched street. You muttered a curse as you stared at the very thick downpour. You could barely make out the structures that surrounded the area. You heard someone suggested about waiting until the onslaught of rain come to an end. Unfortunately for you, you didn't have that kind of time to spare. You had to make it home by nightfall. So you took a deep breath, excused yourself and made your way out of the building. 

  You made a shrilled gasp of shock after the initial contact between your skin and the rain. But you quickly adapted to the situation and even found it to be a pleasant sensation. It was a reprieve from the bothersome heat. You raised your knapsack over your head to keep the rain from going into your eyes and you began your travel. 

  You didn't get too far from your starting point, when your traveling was disrupted. You were at an intersection, when a vehicle approached the curb that was in front of you. It was one of the Dauntless-sanctioned vehicles that you would usually see at the pier, during the food giveaways to the Factionless. You were in the midst of questioning this particular vehicle's motive, when the front passenger window rolled down and the driver was revealed. 

  It was Dauntless Leader Eric. 

  He simply told you to get inside. You refused and declined his offer for a ride in his car. He repeated himself. This time, it sounded like a command. Once again, you declined his offer. You knew that you couldn't show up to Abnegation territory, in a Dauntless vehicle. Tongues would be waggling and gossip would've been spread around like butter on bread. 

  Eric groaned your name, in irritation. 

  The sound cause a fluttering to erupt in your stomach and your heart to jumpstart into a race. 

  He gave you a glare and told you to get inside. You were about to politely decline his offer, when the faction leader suddenly accused you of being selfish. The declaration shocked you to the point, where you lost your train of thought. A stuttering inquiry, demanding a reason for his accusation, came from your parted lips. He proceeded to explain that you were willing to put yourself in danger for your own reasons. He was willing to chauffeur you back to Abnegation and keep you for getting sick, due to the poor weather. He concluded his explanation by telling you that all of this could be avoided, if you just accept his offer. Then, he told you that he was going to drop you off a few blocks away from the Abnegation compound's entrance. 

  A tendril of relief filled you up, when you realized that he knew about the Abnegation's social cues. Looking around the isolated neighborhood, you came to your decision. 

  Once inside of the vehicle, you apologized for getting the leather chair soiled with water. 

  As Eric drove the large vehicle, you surveyed the SUV with amazement. You've ridden in vehicles before, but you had never been in an elaborate and modern automobile such as this one. You were easily readable to the Dauntless Leader, who lightly teased you about your reactions. You felt slight embarrassment, but you giggled anyway. 

  It was a few minutes after that interaction, when you received a heart-racing fright. Eric lost control of the vehicle. The SUV skidded across the street's asphalt and caused the truck to violently rock as it sped down the street. The frightful occurrence lasted for several seconds, but it felt like minutes had gone by. 

  Eric was able to regain control of his truck and caused the vehicle to come to an abrupt stop. By then, you were so scared that you wanted out of the vehicle. Your hands began a frantic dance with both the passenger door and the seatbelt that kept you strapped down. Your fingers pawed at the thick straps and at the door's handle. 

  Eric was able to calm you down by doling out a firm "Stop" and with a heavy forearm against your abdomen.  

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