#then i got stared at in a cafe by like 10 fucking people for like. being ugly?? fuck you??

[mmortis]

people are absolute fuckign dickheads. fucks sake

[besaya-glantaya]

In an attempt to exorcise these thoughts from my brain (this movie has taken up residence in my soul), here is an incomplete list of the things I notice and love in Red White and Royal Blue.

1. Henry staring in utter disbelief at the frosting-covered whiskey tumbler Alex plops distractedly into his hand whilst pawing ineffectually at the mess all over Henry's shoulder. Comedy gold.

2. Nora pretending she doesn't know either of them and hiding her face as they scuffle in front the cake.

3. How Alex has Henry literally in his pocket while talking turkey.

4. During Henry's "what does it mean" crisis talk over The Kiss, the entire scene is dressed in bi flag colours. Nora is in pink, Alex in blue, with a purple poster in the background.

5. The soft "whoa" of the white house staffer, who walks into Nora's office just in time to hear her ask Alex: "How many guys have you been with?" She hesitates, stunned, and then looks as if she'd like the ground to open up and swallow her now, thank you very much.

6. His Royal Hardness making flustered small talk with the UK Prime Minister and the US President, while the FSOTUS goes in for a cheeky squeeze. You ridiculous, giddy, fools.

7. Ellen's exasperated "my son thinks he's a fucking comedian" look in reply to Alex's "The night is young, Ma" and his shit eating grin, before diplomatically, and very sensibly, removing the British PM from the vicinity of these two horny idiots.

8. Alex's warm and teasing delivery of "Are they known for their homosexual tendencies?" after Henry says he's "as gay as a maypole." Boy is smitten.

9. When Henry invites Alex to the charity polo match, his initial awkward nerves transition to fond derision when Alex's tells him, crestfallen, that he doesn't know how to play polo. Bless.

10. Henry on a horse. Very much in agreement with Alex on this one.

11. The interleaved editing of the polo match and tack room shenanigans. It reminds me strongly of the interlaced 'what if' scene in Steven Sodenburg's Out of Sight, which is executed at a far slower pace but delivers that same feel of two people being inexorably drawn to each other, almost as if events are fated to happen.

12. The lighting in the Paris cafe scene. God damn those are two beautiful men.

13. Henry's gleefuly bashful admission of innuendo in the Paris cafe. He's just given Alex his full Royal name, but its Henry Fox that's in control here and he's revelling in bringing every moment of his inner fantasies to life.

14. The heartbreaking disconnect between their two perspectives in the Paris walk scene.

That's some bullshit

It's my life

Doesn't mean you have to accept it

Alex has spent his life pushing defiantly against societal expectations. Henry has spent his life weighed down by them, isolated in a way that Alex only barely grasps.

15. I wish, with all my heart, that the fairytale political landscape of this movie was real.

16. The entirety of the morning after scene in the hotel room during the DNC is perfection and Zahra is the MVP. Matthew Lopez said he had no idea he was going to get that mini panic attack from Sarah Shahi and kudos to Sarah for that perfomance. Inspired.

17. How quickly and assertively Alex say "No" to Zarah's "would it make any difference if I told you not to see him again?"

18. The way Zarah says "Everytime I see you, it takes another year off my life." This phrase plays on loop in my brain during shitty work meetings.

19. The coming out scene with Alex and his Mom. A joyous balm for those of us who never got to experience that with our own parents.

20. Forehead touches. Ugh.

21. My brother in Christ, sharpen your knives Oscar, what did that pepper do to deserve that?

22. The catatonic state of sadness that Henry exists in after swimming away from Alex. My heart hurts.

23. The pride flags in the crowd outside Buckingham Palace. Again, can we all have this universe, pretty please?

24. The way Henry takes Alex's hand with such ease in public after the election win. If only Paris Henry could see you now.

[Exorcism sequel here]

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

Deleted firefighter au snippet

Sooo… this was the first scene I ever wrote for the firefighter au. I had planned for Asher to be injured very badly in an attempt to mimic the Inversion. This was the scene I pictured, Sam as a paramedic doing what he did for Ash in the Inversion in the real world.

I ended up cutting this because I wanted Ash to be in his feet for the whole story and this would have happened early on, within the next few chapters of the story. It was a HUGE escalation that I couldn’t justify.

Here’s what you need to know: in this scene Quinn set a fire in a cafe that the 10-19 crew frequents. The crew responds and the baristas tell them somebody is still inside. Ash goes back in for them. It’s Quinn and he shoots Ash to get a clean get away.

I’m sad that I needed to cut this scene since I love it a lot, but it’s for the better of the story. I thought I’d share it here so everybody could enjoy it!

1.9k Words | Freelancer’s POV

TW: gun shot wound, blood and injury, gore, medical procedures, vomit.

And again, this is not canon to the firefighter au.

“I’ve gotta crack his chest.” Sam whispered. Vincent was spouting vitals so fast you couldn’t keep up. “I’ve gotta…”

David was shouting something incoherent, some desperate plea to save him, save him, do whatever it took. Maybe he was so overcome he couldn’t get his words out clearly. Maybe your mind wasn’t able to keep up.

You really wanted to go home. You were sweating and Sam had gone still and your shoulders were aching from the CPR and you knew it wasn’t doing anything.

The general rule of thumb was this; a puncture wound in the intercostal space was bad. Really bad. Only fifteen to thirty percent of people survived that kind of thing. It was outside of your nature, all of your natures, but you knew what you were trained to do. Pack the wound, make a big show of continuing CPR, clear loved ones away from the victim as quickly as possible, and hope that pressure and compressions were enough for them to last until you got to a trauma center.

More often than not, it was not enough.

Asher was bleeding out. Vincent was glued to the monitor, reading out his steady decreasing vitals like a mantra, like a prayer. Sam was still.

“Do something!” David had grabbed onto Sam’s uniform, spreading blood across the navy blue. “Fucking do something, Sam!”

“Somebody get me a knife!” Sam shouted back. He was moving suddenly, stripping his gloves and reaching for the industrial bottle of rubbing alcohol in his jump bag. “Vincent, you’ve gotta drive. Get on the radio, tell St. Pauls we’re coming in with an emergency thoracotomy.”

“What?” Vincent’s steady stream of vitals came to a halt. “Sam, we don’t- we don’t even have a scalpel, let alone rib spreaders, anti-” Sam ignored him, digging down into his bag until he retrieved a bottle of orange-red liquid and a pair of scissors. You realized after staring for a moment that it was PVP-Iodine, definitely not standard issue. You wondered somewhere far off what else Sam kept in his bag of tricks.

“What’s his blood type?” Sam asked sharply. Vincent had started moving, shuffling away from the monitors and towards the busses’ doors. David was just crying now, clutching Asher’s leg in his hand and making terrible, wounded sounds, like a part of him was being ripped away. “David, what’s his blood type?” Sam was shouting over him, kicking him halfheartedly in the shin.

“A Positive,” Milo appeared on David’s left and extended a small folding knife towards Sam. He looked a bit green at the scene, but swallowed heavily.

“Get him outta here.” Sam nodded towards David. “He doesn’t need to see this.” As he was speaking, Sam was moving faster than you thought possible. He cut away what remained of Asher’s gray-now red- DFD t-shirt, covered the knife in rubbing alcohol, and replaced his gloves. “Vincent, tell St. Pauls to get us as many bags of A positive as they can.”

He nodded towards Milo, who gripped tightly to David’s arm and started pulling him back. You watched the Captain fight for a moment before going still and quiet, letting Milo pull him away.

“Call his family.” Sam said more to Milo than David. “Get anybody who needs to say goodbye to Dahlia Gen within the hour.”

Milo nodded sharply once and slammed the bus doors behind him. You were left in the quiet, the only sounds being Asher’s heart monitor, the engine coming to life, and Sam’s heavy breathing. He took one breath, and another, looked up at you with sweat trickling down his brow.

“You seen one of these?” He asked. You shook your head. He picked up the PVP-I, spread it across the left side of Asher’s torso. “Keep your head. You’ve gotta be my ribspreader.”

“Sam, I-”

“I know you don’t think you can do this.” Sam nodded. He gripped the knife hard in his hands. You could see them shaking like they always did. “But I don’t care. You have to or he’s gonna die.”

You didn’t know if Sam was talking to you or himself.

He was shaking. He took one more breath. His hands went still.

He cut a long, straight line across Asher’s ribs. Ash didn’t stir, didn’t cry out. Sam reached over him and gripped your hands, pulled them over. He hooked your fingers into the cut.

“Work your way in while I cut. You’ve gotta pull his muscles back far enough for me to get my hand in.”

You thought you were gonna puke. Asher’s blood was hot against your hands. Sam went back in, cutting through the plane of muscle over asher’s ribs, and finally slotted his knife between the fourth and fifth intercostal space. You held on with as much strength as you had, and watched with a light head as Sam squeezed his hand between Asher’s ribs.

Sam’s bicep started to flex and relax, and you watched the pattern for a moment before you realized he was beating Asher’s heart manually.

“Okay,” Sam grunted, “okay, I need you to hold on with one hand and keep bagging him with the other.” You nodded and reached for the blue AMBU bag, smearing it with red.

“Three minutes out!” Vincent called from the front. Asher’s blood was dripping down into an impressive puddle on Sam’s shoes. Vincent didn’t let off the horn for a second. You could hear other sirens following you. You would bet that the entirety of the 1019 was hot on your tail.

“I’ve never done one of these before.” Sam whispered, his head turned down. He was smiling. “I’ve only ever seen one- no two? Two. One in med school on a cadaver, one on a GWS victim in my ER.” He was laughing. A hysterical, exhausted type of giggle. You felt your stomach tensing, trying not to join him.

Sam stopped trying to control it and finally let out a cackle that shook your resolve. You started laughing, shaking your head, counting the seconds in your head- one, two, three, one two three,- as you forced Asher’s lungs to work. Sam was breathless and flushed, his head tossed back as his hand kept working, kept squeezing, kept beating the heart in his palm.

“Then why-” you giggled out, “Why did you do it?”

Sam’s laughs began to die. He sniffled and sighed his way out, calming his breath. He looked down at Asher as the humor left him in one sharp breath.

“Because…” He said softly. “He’s David’s best friend. He’d never forgive me if I didn’t do everything I could to save him. And I wouldn’t forgive myself either.”

Vincent pounded the metal side of the ambulance twice with his fist. They were close, pulling in. Sam braced against the stretcher. You kept counting- one, two, three, one two three.

There was noise again as soon as the doors opened. Two doctors swarmed around as you stood, trying to hold on and keep bagging and pull the stretcher out all at once. Vincent pushed into the back, taking the bag from you as the doctors stepped in.

“Sam, you did an emergency thoracotomy in the field?” It was one of the trauma residents you guys delivered to often enough. His eyes were wide and wild as he looked down at Sam’s work.

“GSW to the left ventricle. I can feel the legion, but I’m maintaining a good heartbeat. This is salvageable.” Sam rattled off more things that you barely understood. Fuck, you were out of your depth. Your fingers hurt. You could feel your hands cramping.

“Let’s prep some rib spreaders!” One of the doctors shouted over their shoulder. “Hop on, guys, we’ll need you two in there until we get to the OR.”

Sam stood and swung his leg over Asher, straddling him as he bent to keep up his ministrations. You stepped up onto the foothold of the stretcher as Vincent and the doctors started to lower the gurney and rushed you into the hospital.

“Tell David we’re going straight to surgery,” Sam told Vincent as one of the doctors took over the Ambu bag. “It’ll be a few hours at least before we know which way this is going. Somebody tell William I’m here. I want Alexis Solaire on this, wake her up if you have to!”

You watched, your fingers cramping, as Sam shouted out orders like he ran this place. You knew that he was planning to be a surgeon before switching careers. You could picture him in the same green scrubs as the doctors around you, a stark white lab coat, comfortable sneakers for standing at operating tables, running through emergency halls. You could imagine him bending over patients and tying off stitch after stitch, sewing somebody back together, pulling a life back from the brink.

His uniform was stained. Yours probably was too. There was blood splattered on his face, up his arms. You wondered how long it would take to get out of his hair.

They rolled you past a set of double doors marked; “NO ENTRY BEYOND THIS POINT,” down a long, windowless corridor, and into a sterile room. Somebody reached around your face and tied a surgical mask over your mouth and nose, settled a scrub cap over your disheveled hair. You watched as they did the same to Sam, draping him in a light blue gown. They were trying to be sterile, even though you couldn't estimate how much contamination had hit Asher between the burning building, Sam’s hand inside of his body, and the ash that you could still feel clinging to your skin.

It occurred to you that this was a monumentally stupid thing to do. Somebody came forward with a long metal contraption. Two metal bars were attached to a crank. A rip spreader. You’d never seen one in real life, just in episodes of Grey’s Anatomy and Scrubs and the pages of your medical textbooks. The nurse urged your fingers away as she slotted the spreader around Sam’s wrist and started to crank, relieving the pressure and giving you a full view of Asher’s exposed lung, his heart, beating weakly in Sam’s hand.

You were really going to puke now.

Somebody grabbed you by the shoulders and started steering you out of the OR while they transferred Ash and Sam from the ambulance gurney and onto the operating table. Sam’s hand was still inside Asher as he swung his leg back over and stepped down, bending with effort to maintain his rhythm. The last thing you saw was a team of doctors and nurses descending onto Asher, Sam swallowed among them, before you were escorted out of the room and emptied your stomach into an offered bedpan.

You couldn’t recall if you’d asked for one, or if you just seemed like you needed it, but you were grateful nonetheless.

You walked back out towards the waiting room, still covered in blood. Vincent was waiting with a bag from the hospital gift shop. You changed into the fleece pajama pants and sweatshirt cheerfully inscribed with a cheery “Dahlia General Hospital: Where Healing Happens!”

You called Gavin.

You settled in for the night, your head on Vincent’s shoulder. You knew not you nor none of the dozens of firefighters squeezed into one corner of the waiting room were leaving until Asher was out of surgery.

One way or another.

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 12.

I quickly tidied up my small apartment after everyone had left, resulting in me crashing on the couch. I sighed contently, pulling out my phone as I felt it buzz.

jake: so when is you amd Johnnie's wedding?

me: you've used that joke like 10 times get better

jake: shut up but fr whats going onnnn

me: jake you literally love with him idk why you're asking me cause idk

me: live*

jake: yes y/n I'm in love with johnnie

jake: oh.

me: shut up 😭

jake: ig I'll go have a chat with johnnje

me: that's not scary at all

jake: :)

me: ok lmk please

jake: sorry, bro code still exists

me: oh my GOOOOD jake I swear

me: whatever goodnight twink

jake: nighty night

I left him on read and got up, making my way into my bedroom. of course, the one thing I forgot to do was make my bed. you could still see the way the covers were twisted from where me and johnnie laid. I smiled softly to myself, sitting down on the bed and undressing.

my phone went off once more. I rolled my eyes, assuming it was jake coming back to bully me more. i picked up my phone off the night stand and read the message I had gotten.

mom: hey honey! how have you been? me and your father will be coming to town in March to check on you and the cafe. well see you soon! miss you bunches.

I didn't bother opening the message, internally groaning at the thought of having to see my parental figures for more than a day. every time they visited, they'd stay around a week and constantly harass me. it always messed up my whole schedule, and now it'd be even worse with johnnie, jake, and Tara in my life. I wouldn't hear the end of it from them. I'd get my ear chewed off by them, saying my friends are weird or stupid shit that wasn't true. if they weren't the perfect people, then they were nobody to my parents. it was dissapointing to me, and honestly embarrassing. i tossed my phone onto the nightstand and placed my hands over my face, sighing loudly. my phone vibrated loudly, startling me out of my exasperated state. i groaned, assuming it was someone i wouldn't be very happy talking to. i let it ring a little longer before reading the caller ID. my phone read "johnnie." i flew out of my bed, snatching my phone. i answered his face time call after making sure my hair wasn't a mess.

"hello?" johnnies raspy voice came through the phone, making me face heat up. he was close to the camera, i was only able to see his nose and eyes.

"Hi, johnnie." I smiled, matching his camera angle. "what's up?"

"I'm bored and playing fortnite alone." he said, propping his phone up.

"oh shit, I've never really played fortnite." I admitted.

"we gotta change that." he smirked. "i'll have to teach you how to play next time you come over."

i smiled, "okay."

it went silent for a bit, allowing me to examine his makeup. he had streaks of eyeliner coming down one eye with bright blue eyeshadow around and on his eyelid. somehow, he noticed me staring. he obviously had an amazing eye, considering we were on the phone and not in person. "what?" he giggled, a light blush showing through his makeup.

"i don't know, i like your makeup." i looked at the ceiling instead of the phone, laying down to get comfortable. i propped my phone up on my nightstand.

"really?" his smile grew, "you should let me do yours sometime. i mean, i usually don't like doing other peoples, but i think it'd be fun with you."

i wondered what made me different than anyone else, but i didn't bother asking. i rubbed my eyes and muttered, "sounds fun."

"you tired?" he asked, his whole demeanor changing as i heard shooting coming from the background. his hands fondled with the controller swiftly as he fought the other player. his eyebrows scrunched together as he focused, his smiling dropping.

"i mean, yeah." i laughed at him. "that seems intense."

he tossed his hands up in the air in defeat. "what the fuck, dude." i continued to laugh at him, causing him to look at the phone. "wow."

"i'm sorry, it's just funny as fuck seeing you like this." i explained, gently closing my eyes.

he rolled his eyes playfully. "whatever." he had a small smile on his face as he loaded into the next match. "you know what else would be fun?"

"hm?"

"if we went to a concert together." he pondered. "have you ever been to a concert before?"

"no, just school concerts." i said. "who would we even go see?"

"i don't know. my chemical romance, really whoever's in town." he paused. "that we like."

"well, obviously. you like my chemical romance?" i asked, surprised.

"is it not obvious?" he giggled.

i rolled my eyes. "whatever. mcr is one of my favorite bands, though. i never hear about anyone who likes them anymore."

"i love them too." he smiled at me.

the silence began to lull me to sleep, along with johnnies presence on the other side of the phone. my eyes began to feel heavy, and i eventually fell asleep.

[nelsoncanbemyneumann]

𝑀𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓎

Synopsis: You and heeseung have been dating for about 3 months now. You both were the most popular people on the entire campus. It was all fine until you two got in a fight because of his ex. But now you have to go your own 𝒲𝒶𝓎.

Mentioning: All of enhypen (heeseungs friendgroup), yunjin lsfm (y/n bestie), yunah illit (heeseungs sister and your bestie), karina aespa (y/n bestie), keeho p1h (y/n ex), yeji itzy ( heeseungs ex ),more..

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Pairing: Popular bf!Heeseung x Popular gf!Fem Reader

Taglist: @mitmit01 @mimisxs

BOLD = CANT BE TAGGED

Warnings: Cursing,Fighting,love language is pt so will hug,cuddle alot,nothing much,idrk!

SFW MINORS ALLOWED!!

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**GOOD MORNING GORGEOUS** your alarm rings "Y/N WAKE UP!" You wake up to see your boyfriend staring at you and see you were sweating. "Y/N you okay? You were sweating really hard." You could tell you were sweating but you didnt know why. After realizing you just didnt say anything to him you quickly reply "oh yeah. were gonna be late lets get ready for school" You get ready for school. Dress up,hair,makeup, and perfume. "Hee im leaving to school" you say softly but loud enough for him you hear you. "Alright ill see you then! Love you" he says basically shouting from your bathroom. "Love you too"

Walking to school you see your friends karina,yunjin,and yunah. You run up to them, now more energetic. "GIRLS OMG!" You say basically yelling at them even though your right next to yunjin. "What the fuck girl why you yellin?" Karina says. "Just excited to see yall! But lets go before the bell rings. Its gonna ring in 5 minutes!" You say running ahead of them.

You get to your locker and open it. Placing your bags inside, Jake, heeseungs bestfriend walks up to you. "Hey! Is heeseung here? I wanna give yall an invitation." He says eagerly looking for heeseung. "Oh no but you can give it to me." You say as if you were tired with a raspy voice. "Oh sure! Its a party at my house." His house? You never beem there. Still you reply "Oh okay thanks!" You smiled at jake then walked away to your friends.

"Hey yun are you going to Jakes party?" You ask Yunah. "Uh maybe not. Have you seen my brother hee?" She asks acting like heeseung is the most valuable thing in the world (he is haha) "oh no i havent." You say then ask Yunjin "Jinnie are you going to Jakes party?" Asking desperately to not be alone. "Uhm no, he's a boppity bop whore" She says honestly disgusted. "Yeah he hooked up with like 10 girls in 2 days, no thanks." Yunah adds. "But yun,jinnie, i dont wanna be alone. Hes way out of my league and i dont wanna show up to his house because hes my boyfriends BESTFRIEND. And i know hee isnt going because he has basketball practice." You say annoyed. Then you hear, "Girl wake up! Your way better than him. Just come with us. Ill FORCE yun and jinnie to come to the cute cafe nearby." Looking behind your shoulder you see Karina. "Rina dont scare me like that!" You say honestly scared. "My bad just wake up!" Karina says. "Okay after classes im gonna be at my moms house then on monday ima be at my dads just for a visit." You say tiredly. "Oh okay" Rina,Yun,and Jinnie say in unison. "Just don't forget to add extra alarms cause you definitely wont Wake Up" Yunah says. You all laugh and walk thru the cherry blossom trees at the entrace of your school garden.

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AN: Im so sorry this was short 😭 i feel pressured to make it good not long. And my auto-correct was off while i wrote this and i was a lil drunk even tho i didnt drink and probs never will and it was 5 am... But enjoy haha!

[babygirl-riley]

Shy Guy

You and this mysterious man have been slowly sitting next to each other, over the years, at the local coffee shop. Finally one day he spoke to you.

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Male Reader

Warnings: Fluff and Swearing

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You love the little cafe that you go to in the London area. For years you tried and tried to find a good little coffee/tea place with no avail. Until this hole in the wall place called ‘The Bag Shop.’ You have been loving the vibe of it, woods type theme.

You would go to the shop and work on assignments for school. Headphones over your ears. It would help you be calm on being able to focus on the tasks. On the 3rd week there was a man that brought your attention, it was a large man. Broad shoulders, at least 6 feet tall, the thing that drew your attention towards this man, was that he wore a mask and a hoodie.

He would stare for a while, you wanted to go up to him but…you are definitely an introvert. You were so interested yet so terrified, how he stared at you made your stomach do flips. He would sip his drink, his mask up to his nose and watch. He also had a laptop with him occasionally.

One time he didn’t show up for days, weeks, or even months. At first you were little disappointed how he wasn’t there for a while. In time you even forgot about him until you saw a cup being put in front of you. You looked passed you laptop to see a much larger hand than yours.

You took your headphones off and looked up. The masked man…Your heart started to race. “I didn’t know what you exactly liked but I got ya a cup of tea.”

Tea? You never tried tea but it was too nice of an offer to say no. You just stared for a moment. You looked back up to see him staring intensely at you. “Thanks.” You whispered.

He nodded then walked away. You looked back down at the to go cup. It had a number wrote on the cup, his number? You pulled out your phone and typed the number out. You stared at the screen for a moment twiddling your thumbs, thinking about what to say.

You sat back in the chair before biting your inner cheek. It shouldn’t be this bloody fucking hard. You groaned and sent “Hey this is the guy in the coffee shop”

You rolled your eyes of course he knew but you sent it anyway. You went about your day, got groceries done. Even talked to your mom about your day. Didn’t bring up the man in the coffee shop. You grew up in a Christian home with you being gay it was frowned upon. Your family knew, accepted but didn’t agree. So you never brought up a crush or significant other unless they ask.

It was almost night and he never responded at first you thought he gave you the wrong number. Until it hit 10:30PM, that is what the bright red light said. It stated: “Hey.”

Your heart leaped as you replied: “Hey.”

You chewed you thumbnail (a horrible habit.) as you stared at the texts. The bubbles popped up then disappeared then reappeared. You anxiously waited until the response came back.

“You gonna be at the shop tomorrow?”

“Yeah, homework. You?”

… … … “Yeah, gonna sit by you yeah?”

You couldn’t help but smile and giggle from that response. When tomorrow happened you put on your favorite outfit, did your hair the best way you could, and went about your day. Work couldn't go by quickly, your job was slow that day, and all you can think about was finally meeting the hooded man. You bite at your nails waiting and watching your watch. You rushed out the door once the clock hit the end time for you. You never been excited to at least start you homework and wait for you masked knight. When you got there, you sat where you usually sat and waited. It was getting later, people leaving and coming in, the world was continuing while you stayed on what you were...waiting...waiting...waiting. At first you didn't think he would be showing up until you heard the bell that was attached to the door. You snapped your head up to see that figure you been wanting to talk to. You thought your heart would burst out of your chest as he strode over. "Sorry I was late." His thick accent met your ears like it was a melody.

"No worries." You said as he sat down.

It was quiet for the moment as it rained outside, you could hear the small chatter around the both of you. You chuckled and watched how anxious the man felt. “Is this your first date?” You asked as he flinched.

The man hummed and shook his head. “No just don’t know how to really.”

You smiled before getting up. “Well how about we walk around, we can see things and talk outside instead,” The man’s eyes never lost the sight of yours. “Or are you scared if the rain.”

His eyes squinted a bit, indicated he smiled before nodding. “Rain don’t scare me.”

As he stood, you forgot how tall he was compared to you, how big he is. You pushed his head up to look at him smiling. “We will see.”

That night you will not forget, how close you both walked together. The quiet not being too awkward, or anything. The small chats. It all led into this moment, the moment of the wedding bells rung. Family and friends smiling at the both of you. Never in your life you would have thought that Simon Riley would actually be smiling the way the first date was.

[kichikichiko]

3rd times the charm

A/N: I THINK I WENT OVERBOARD WITH THIS ISTG NDKDJSKFK

Scaramouche x fem!reader, modern AU, university AU, scaramouche swears a bit, sort of love at first sight?, proofread, LONG FIC COMING THROUGHH

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Scara first saw you in the hallways of the campus, later he found out that you were actually in the same classes as him, you took the same lectures and almost had the same schedule.

When he first saw you he didnt think much, just thought you were one of the only good looking people in the whole campus, it was just admiration he told himself.

However that admiration has turned into something more as the weeks go by. One of your professors has decided to give an individual assignment requiring everyone to make a 10 minute long presentation

Scara was planning to bail on it and not come to on the d day, but found out that presentation made up 30% of his final grade and had no choice but to do it and come to class to present, much to his dismay.

On the day of the presentation, he came in early like everyone else, sat down and revised his presentation. He midway through checking his presentation Scara decided to just play with his nails or look at the table

Because to him, the table was much more interesting to observe than anything else. in fact he'd to count all the little lines that are on the wooden table then revise his presentation.

One after another people started to present and the man started getting bored and sleepy. It felt like hours and it never seemed to end soon, Scara thought about going home and skip presenting, until he heard your voice as you started your presentation.

He verted his gaze away from the table to look at you.

With the amount of time given to present, he cant help but notice the little details from you. Your voice loud and clear for everyone to hear, confident enough to talk but, also nervous as you were subconciously playing with your fingers, eyes looking at the presentation then averting it to the audience, and the way you laughed, trying to answer the professors questions. The way your voice sounded sent butterflies to his stomach and he doesnt know why.

This was the only time he listened with full attention to someones presentation and he couldnt give an answer to why.

His attention was completely on you for a solid 10 minutes, only stopping when your presentation was finished and you were sent back to your seat.

Even then, his eyes followed your figure until you sat down,

The violet haired man sat a few rows behind you, and even if he couldnt see your face, his eyes never left your figure until the end of the lecture.

Whenever he knew you and him had class together, he would quickly get ready and make his way towards the campus. He took note that you always came 5 minutes after him, so next time he decided to come 5 minutes later than his usual time, just to be able maybe cross paths with you in the campus hallways. It never worked though, much to his dismay.

Thats alright, he'll try again, maybe he needs to find you not in the lecture room but during break time.

"1st times the charm" he'd mumble to himself.

Even so, during breaktime, if he just so happens to see you something would ALWAYS go south. Example, Scara sees you alone on a table outside, revising some notes? He'll muster up the courage to talk up to you. But he could never reach you without something fucking his plan.

One time he finally found you and his gaze never left you, meaning he wasnt aware of his surroundings. He tripped on a rock and fell face first. Immediately after he tripped and got stares from people around the man left, face completely red from embarrassment, hoping you didnt see the whole fiasco happening in front of you.

"2nd times the charm." He told himself one day, as he was getting ready for the day.

Well boy oh boy was he wrong. He saw you in the campus cafe drinking (beverage of choice). Again, his gaze on you and what happened this time? He bumped into someone, making their coffee ruin his outfit.

"FUCKING HELL!" Everyone quickly tried to find the source of such a loud scream, which means you did as well.

When he found out everyone was staring at him including you, he froze, looked at the person who's coffee spilled all over him, looked at everyone else, then at you and ran out again face red.

"....okay that was weird" you'd mumble to yourself, before focusing back to your laptop. You swore you saw his face somewhere, and tried to find out exactly "where" was.

Scara ran to the bathroom and hid in one of the stalls, not even bothering to clean up the coffee stain on his shirt.

The man was utterly and completely embarrassed by what just happened. He simply doesn't know if he has the guts to come to another class next time around when he is bound to meet you again. Because there is no way that you won't recognize his face after that whole Fiasco.

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Few days have gone by and Scara was close to just giving up. During lecture, he made sure to sit far far in the back where the possibilites of you seeing his face is close to 0.

Even after just a few days his mind was still replaying the scene in his head over and over again to the point where he could probably describe every single detail in a heartbeat.

There was no way 3rd times the charm.

Instead of going to the campus Cafe this time around he decided to go to a nearby cafe which was just a few blocks down the street.

He knew that you wouldn't be here anyways as you are usually in the campus Cafe. He was positively sure that he wouldn't see you here

But just as luck has it of course whatever he said wasn't true because the moment he heard a familiar voice he knew it was you instantly. Either way he looked up to see if it was actually you, praying it wasnt and he was just hallucinating.

Lo and behold, there you were, in the cashier ordering a drink.

Scaramouche started mentally kicking himself and started cussing at the world for doing this to him. He felt like, no, he KNEW that the world was mocking him for what happened to him and wanted to see it happen again live.

He wanted to leave but before he could he heard your voice starting to panic. Because he heard you panic his head whips back to you to see what the fuss was about

What he saw was you rummaging through your bag to find something which he could only guess was your wallet and in fact he wad right.

"Shit! I forgot my wallet!!" You said, panicking as you were worried you were holding up the line. You kept trying to find your wallet but to no avail, so you decided to cancel your drink and run back to your dorm to get your wallet and buy a drink in the campus Cafe instead.

Before you got the chance to cancel your order and apologize to the person behind the cashier Scaramouche whipped up his credit card and paid for your drink. The person behind the cashier took his card and ringed it up meanwhile you stared up at him and complete shock.

After the transaction was done and Scaramouche got his card back only then did you started talking

"y-you didnt have to that sir..." you mumbled a bit, mentally punching yourself for letting a stranger pay for your drink because you forgot your damn wallet.

Scara looked at you and shaked his head "it's no problem"

You widened your eyes as you finally recognize who this man was. You remember that he was in your lecture class and you paid attention to his presentation assigned to all of you a few weeks back. Although the way that he presented his presentation wasn't all the best, because he seemed uninterested and wanted to get the hell out of the class fast (which was true) you were enchanted by the way his voice sounds, and how attractive he looks.

You also remembered the incident inside the campus cafe, when he suddenly screamed out "FUCKING HELL" which shocked everyone.

Pointing at him, with curious eyes you asked him "Werent you the guy who screamed out in the campus cafe few days ago??"

With the way that he looks, and the way that he presented himself, you were sure he was going to cuss you out or gaslight you into thinking that never happened but instead you were met with him getting all flustered, taking you by surprise.

"Uhm. Maybe well uh... nevermind that. We dont talk about that okay? That never happened ever" he replied getting more and more red by the minute just thinking about it.

You laughed and nodded "well alright then, Im (name) ive also seen you in class before but nrver got your name"

God your laugh was attractive, he thought to himself before clearing his throat "Scaramouche."

"Well then scaramouche, would you be interested in having a drink with me as we chat? I mean were already here so might as well right...?" You suggested with a smile.

He gladly took your offer although did so in a way where it made him look uninterested,

He prayed that this time, things would go according to plan

After all,

3rd times the charm right?

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[championfrolicfleece]

Champion Frolic Funfacts/Lore Master Post

Here's a Master Post on Funfact/Lore about my very first experience in Sword And Shield!

1. I named the player character Frolic because of Hop's name. I just thought it would be adorable if the rivals had somewhat matching names.

2. I stared Shield as a Nuzlocke, but quickly got bored of playing the game when I finally got to the first gym, so I set the game down for a few years.

3. Once I returned to the game and remembered I was Nuzlocking it, I lost my dearest Yamper in the Water gym and decided to cancel the Nuzlocke and play normally. I didn't want to lose my sweet puppers </3

4. After removing the Nuzlocke conditions, I found myself enjoying the game far more, and quickly fell in love with the story and characters.

5. I ship Gloria/Victor with Hop, Postwick Shipping is beautiful.

6. I do not really ship Leon and Sonia, I'm a soft-core shipper of them. I can appreciate artwork/fanfics of them, but I don't think I'll create much shipping content of them. I'm more of a Leon X Raihan shipper, and will def make shipping content of them. However, I also have my own ship with Leon. I ship him with my first ever Pokemon Oc, Oleander. I will post lore/backstory on Oleander in another post after I finish their design!

7. Scorbunny was my starter of choice, and their name is Scorch and they have an amazing nature that ups their physical attack power, which in turn makes their Pyro Ball attack a deadly force to be reckoned with. It says in their summary that Scorch loves to battle, and honestly, rock on lil Bunny Man!

8. I one-shotted almost all of Leon's Pokémon, save for his Dragapult, I sent out Frostine, my Frosmoth, to ice-beam it. I didn't realize it had flamethrower. I one-shotted his Charizard with my Vaporeon named Mistral.

9. I completed the post-game in like 3 days.

10. I actually love the fact that Leon, for the most part, keeps the player and Hop out of the big and dangerous stuff. How he goes out of his way to handle things, like FINALLY! Adults doing their jobs! I honestly didn't mind the fact that the player wasn't going around beating down some evil team or something. Because I was honestly getting bored of that rinse and repeat plot. I actually enjoyed the fact that the player and Hop were just allowed to be kids and enjoy their journey, and the only reason they get involved is because they choose to do so.

In most games, the protagonist is kind of just pulled into the conflict just because they exist. But here, it's because the player and Hop want to help Galar and Leon. I know a lot of people really disliked how disconnected the story was, what with how the game didn't show you a lot of the stuff happening behind the scenes, but I didn't mind it, personally.

I was just happy running about doing trainer things and beating gyms, and connecting with my Pokémon through camping and eating curry. I've never felt more connected to my Pokémon in any other game than I do with my Pokémon in Sword and Shield.

11. I have many questions about how Leon survived getting blasted by Eternatus's power after it broke out of the Pokeball. Like how the fuck is he not dead? I even have a Youtube video I made discussing my confusion-

SERIOUSLY HOW IS HE NOT DEAD?! I LOVE HIM, BUT WHAT?! POKEMON, EXLAIN.

12. It took me so many hours to finally get the berry sweet to evolve my Milcery into Alcremie. I kept getting rare candies, and the same sweets over and over, I think it took like three to five days in total to evolve them into the Alcremie with the blue berries in their swirls. Whose bright idea was it to LOCK all of the evolutions for Alcremie behind such a WHACK system anyways? Like if they're gonna do that, then at least make it so you can battle the cafe twice a day, and one victory gives you a guaranteed sweets prize!

13. The Water-bike kind of sucks, like even with the upgrades you're still kind of slow in the water, I hate when I'm riding the bike and accidentally hit the water and all the momentum just... stops. It's a buzzkill, like let me go FAST!

14. I feel as though I understand Leon, I easily get lost in the game, and forget where shit is. Honestly, I don't blame him for getting lost. Without being able to fly from place to place, I think it would take me hours to figure out how to get back to where I wanna go.

15. Leon is the first ever character to make me read character x reader fics. I am not ashamed of that.

16. I noticed while playing that Leon and Hop have such an interesting dynamic with one another and their family members, and I wish it had been explored more. Like, their mother and grandmother seem to really only talk about Leon, and there's no pictures of Hop to be seen, and well it just seems Hop is put on the backburner, while Leon is at the forefront of the family. I really do wish that this Leon and Hop and their family aspect was explored more, because it's obvious Hop really feels pressured to be just as great as Lee, and to not drag his name through the mud. In the game it's really obvious that Hop has some complicated emotions when it comes to Leon. He loves and adores his brother so much, but he also feels lesser than him, feels like he'll give him a bad name if he doesn't become just as great as him.

17. Hop made me feel for him in the game, never before have I ever felt so conflicted in defeating a rival and crushing their hopes and dreams right in front of them - Wally is a close second-. Like, fuck me, this poor boy cannot catch a break. To be honest, him wanting to become a Pokémon professor didn't hit right with me. I feel like he would be more suited to a Pokémon Ranger type, it just seems more his style. Going out and saving People and Pokémon, still battling, capturing Pokémon, and filling up his Dex. Being a Pokémon Ranger would allow Hop to go out and journey far and wide, and help People and Pokémon in a more Hop like style. I feel like him being a Ranger would have been a much better choice for his character. Pokémon Ranger Hop was a missed opportunity.

Well, that's it for now! I'll add more funfacts/lore/feelings about my first Pokemon Journey through Shield later. It's almost 2 am and I'm eepy. Goodnight!

[solarjaya]

The Ask Game Boboiboy edition

OP post

1. What was your first OTP?

Suprisingly it's GemIce. I need someone to write GemIce. Please I need to take care my 30 wip HaliSol I can't do it-

2. What is your current OTP?

HaliSol.

3. Do you have any OT3/OT+ ships? What are your favorites?

HaliGemSol rock. They both want Hali. Or Hali want them both. It work in every direction.

TauBlazeThorn because they are chaos, and the line on windara fucking hurt even if it's a joke.

HaliIceSol because they will never talk and in a frozen state of staring at each other. Lovely. I love them all so why not combine my favs together.

BoEl poly in general because fuck yeah I got all of my rareship at the same place.

4. What is/are your favorite trope(s)?

Complicated relationship, angry x calm, dom x dom, idiots in love, hurt/comfort, highschool au

5. What is/are your least favorite trope(s)?

Mpreg, pregnancy in general, omegaverse, cafe au, main character death (I'm weak), no comfort.

6. Do you have a certain kind of ship you’re more attracted to?

I like rareships. I just do.

7. Are most of your ships “pure” or “problematic”?

Lots that people consider a "problematic" but actually not that much. I like simple falling in love fic.

8. Who is the most shippable person you can think of?

HALILINTAR 100% NO DOUBT and Boboiboy the main character.

9. Are there any fandoms you don’t have any ships for?

Yes, manly because I'm not invested to the characters long enough to meet their "ahh that's the one for you" character.

10. Do characters have to have canon interactions for you to ship them?

I'm smiling in a corner of no HaliSol interaction. Of course not. Why would I limit myself honestly in this fandom.

11. What makes a great ship in your own opinion?

Hating each other but keep getting forced to meet each other again and again. The "you're not that bad". Never interact in canon because I'm just work like that. One of them is my fav.

12. What drives you away from a ship?

Popularity.

13. Is there anything you ship but refuse to interact with the community for?

Nah, I always try to scrapped anything shippy from this fandom (except the M/F cus it's not my thing. This fandom doesn't make my M/F alarm go explode)

14. Has a fanbase ever made you ship or not ship something? Why?

Popular ship because it's everywhere and it pissed me off. I can't see them together without immediately thinking about the ship. I hate it.

15. Do you like/participate in ship wars? Why or why not?

Not interested. Plus it has no benefits for me.

16. Are there any ships you just can’t/don’t understand? What are they?

Not disclosing!

17. Are there any popular ships that you just don’t like? What are they?

So many, but it's not big in the fandom in the first place that I feel bad. Read a few just to see and yep, it's still not my thing.

18. What is your favorite unpopular ship?

HaliBlaze HaliIce HaliThorn HaliSol

TauGem TauBlaze TauIce TauThorn TauSol

GemBlaze GemIce GemThorn GemSol

BlazeThorn BlazeSol

IceThorn IceSol

it's a lot.

19. Do you prefer fluff, angst, or smut for your ships?

ALL!! I'M NOT PICKY!! COMBINE THEM!!

20. Do you prefer bigger fanbases or smaller ones?

Big fanbase is a "holy shit there's two cake!" situation and I love it, but it also has this problem where it won't branch out new ideas so it's slowly generalizing itself. It’s not a bid deal if you like that stuff but for someone who like niche things it's probably hard to find the good stuff.

Small fanbase is great! Often overlooked, increase a chance of interaction too if you want that, but also tend to be easily attacked if it's "problematic". It suck when it happened. Still love it, I'm contributing to my rareships too now.

21. Have you ever received hate for a ship you liked?

Not personally, but I see people using the ship name for a duo name and it suck. Especially when they intentionally do it and act suprise when it attract the shippers. Like dude what are you expecting it's your fault. Also putting "haha just a joke kys whoever ship this" beside it or in the tag. Fuck you.

22. Do you have any ships that you ship, but would never want to see as canon?

All of my ships. I never want it to be canon because they are mine. Let's face it, Monsta will never do romance justice especially gay relationships.

23. Have you ever had a ship become canon, but you didn’t like how it was portrayed?

Never in a million years /cry

Okay, but if the fusion is consider their kid then no I have no problem. Except Gentar. I still have no idea who's kid is that like babe why are you like that 😭

24. What is your favorite canon ship?

I got nothing

25. What are your favorite ships from a dead fandom?

Dead fandom? I have no dead fandom-

26. What are your favorite shipping scenes?

HaliSol : Their fusion in Movie 2 and Windara duh. But also when Retak'ka take Solar and the other watching it, the Kadruax arc is a bit of crumbs but I'll take it, and dear god I hope they talk for once.

GemIce : THE FUSION!! I DIDN'T EXPECT GLACIER 😭 My soul fucking died and go to heaven. Also they got stuck together for the whole training arc c'mon.

GemSol : when Gempa told Solar to stop attacking Retak'ka 💔 also Hang Kasa seal Retak'ka away with his Gamma power. You could say Solar lose half of his power because of Gempa.

TauBlazeThorn : Windara eps. Hurt Taufan.

GemBlaze : they got stuck together in the training arc. Also in bbb classic Kaizo arc we can see their golem fusion it look so cool. Also in the cooking competition.

27. What are your views on reader x canon ships?

Not my thing.

28. What is your best shipping advice?

Have fun and gatekeep your kids because canon will never do them justice. Also feed your people please.

29. Do you like OCs (Original Characters)?

I have ocs but I'm not interested to read other people ocs or ship my ocs with other people ocs.

30. What are some of your favorite shipping blogs?

There's only me here. Help.

[jpitha]

The Dreams of Hyacinth 10

First / Previous / Next

Selkirk hangs by the entrance to the Metro until she hears the train leave and then waits five minutes more for the people to leave. She quickly opens the door and everyone slides out and she slaps the pad behind them.

“Come on, let’s explore Peony. I’ve never been up here and it sounds like we’ve got more waiting to do.” Eastern starts towards the escalator and they head up.

Peony square is more than halfway up-arm and is decidedly suburban compared to the much more populated down-arm squares. There is real grass in Peony and playgrounds with wood chips and swings and slides. Peony and Dahlia are the two middle class squares. Further up-arm - Orchid and Iris square - is where the people rich enough to take a Hopper down arm when they need to be somewhere so they don’t care that they’re 90 minutes by metro away and they want the space and luxury that can be had with detached, private homes, just like on a planet.

Down on Peony and Dahlia it’s still apartment buildings, but they’re detached, and a three bedroom place won’t cost all your wages and in exchange for having to take a long ride to work, you can have a place where you can let your kids run around outside and go for walks with actual greenery around. There are even trees this far up arm. Small, dwarf trees that look a little odd around the edges where the centripetal force is lighter and they don’t know exactly how to grow, but they’re still trees.

Nick takes the lead this time and first he wanders the square until he finds a nice outdoor cafe and gets a seat for the three of them. They order drinks and something light to eat - it's after lunch, but too close to dinner to get anything big - and while they wait for food look out at the people enjoying their afternoon.

Nick looks out at the kids playing with a ball in the square. "Eastern, Sel... we're kind of in the shit, aren't we?"

Eastern nearly chokes on her drink and looks at Nick "You're just getting that now Nick? We're long past treading water. We're sinking fast past the Bathypelagic Zone and going deeper.

Selkirk finishes her tea and nods. "We're right fucked Nick. If we get out of this one with all our limbs and organs we'll be doing great."

Nick didn't look at them. He continued to look at the kids. They didn't have anything to worry about. Nick sighed at that thought. It wasn't true. Everyone had something to worry about on Hyacinth. Nobody except the ultra rich had it easy anywhere. Everyone had problems. They might be different problems sure, and from your point of view one person's problem might not be a problem for someone else, but it always was a good idea to remember that just because it didn't seem like a problem to you doesn't mean it's not a problem.

Nick looked at Eastern and Selkirk. He really was lucky, when it came right down to it. Sure, he was stuffed with tech he didn't understand given to him by an AI that probably did not have his best interests in mind, but he wasn't alone. He had two wonderful people to help him and get him through this.

Eastern looked over at Nick and raised an eyebrow. "Why are you looking at us like that, Nick?"

Nick blinked. He didn't realize he was staring. He grinned and bowed his head. "Sorry, I must have gotten lost in your beauty."

Selkirk scoffed. "Nice try there, Nick. Flattery will get you everywhere." She flicked her ears playfully.

Eastern laughed. "As nice as it is to hear us distracting you with our looks Nick, we still need to figure out next steps. We have a couple days before Sunny gets back to us. Are we just going to sit around until she calls?"

Nick looked up. It was still morning and the mirrored arms of Hyacinth reflected the sun's light onto them with sharp shadows. In between the arms, Nick could see the inky black of space and in the lower right of his vision the ruddy complexion of Mars itself. The other two arms soared ahead. The leftmost arm a riot of greens and browns, mostly farms where the food for Hyacinth was grown. The rightmost arm a blocky web of black and grey buildings. Manufacturing and other things related to how Hyacinth made its mark on the galaxy. Nick always wondered why things were so separated on Hyacinth. Why was this arm so densely residential and commercial, while the other arm was so rural and the third so industrial. What reasoning did the original builders have so long ago?

"Do you ever wonder just what it is we're doing here?"

Selkirk looked at Nick oddly. "What do you mean Nick?"

Nick shook his head. "Like, why are we here? Is there a reason at all? Are we just the product of pure chance?"

Eastern nodded once, firmly. "Yes, probably. On a long enough timescale anything can happen, and as far as we know, the current timescale is long as shit. Why are you getting philosophical all of a sudden Nick?"

"I don't know. Just thinking about things. About all this tech in my head and who put it there. Thinking about the AIs and their place in the world." Nick looked away from the beauty of Hyacinth overhead. "The AIs basically control our access to the stars right? They're the ships we take, they use the wormhole generators, they basically run colonial space. Sure, we're mostly on our own here in Sol, but that's it. If you want to go to Parvati, or Meíhuā or any of the independent starbases, you have to work with an AI."

Selkirk shrugs. Well sure, but that's just how it is, right? I can't drive a ship, and neither can you. If you want to travel the stars, you have to take the routes that's available. Besides, most AIs are decent enough folks right?"

A frown flashes across Eastern's face, just for a moment. "I don't know. First Jameson, then Sunny. Neither of them seem especially decent. Jameson would grind us up into pet food just to make a point and Sunny wouldn't even waste a nanosecond of thought about that happening to us. Both of them see Humans as a means to their own goals." Eastern points to the back of her head. "Jameson didn't even give us so much as a FAQ for using our implants. Sunny ran roughshod over them and basically laughed at us."

Nick looks up sharply. "That's it! I know what to do next." He stands.

Selkirk looks at Eastern. "Well, don't keep us in the dark hon. What's next?"

Nick smiles. "We're going down arm to talk to an old fence of mine. I think she can help."

Nick took Eastern and Selkirk on the Metro, and they rode all the way down to Congregation square. It was still mid afternoon. People haven't started to head home for the day yet, so the square is just them and the tourists fresh off their ships wandering around lost. Nick strides confidently across the square and heads down a block.

They approach a block of shops that cater to the tourists. Junk shops really. Places where people can get a shirt, or a shot glass or a snowglobe. Inside Congregation square itself is fine dining and luxury shops - all priced for the tourism market. Here is where the tourists of more modest means come to get fleeced. Houndstooth doesn't bother with this kind of small time hustle against tourists. They don't tolerate actual crime against tourists - that's Bad For Business - but overpriced tchotchkes are fine.

Nick walks down the block until he comes across a specific store on the end. He walks inside, the bell hanging over the door jingling as the door opens. The woman behind the counter speaks without looking up from her pad. "Welcome! Please feel free to look around and ask me any questions, welcome to Hyacinth!" Nick walks up to the counter and stares at the woman smiling.

After a moment, she feels his eyes on her and snaps her head up ready to stay something nasty. She sees who it is and her whole demeanor changes in a flash. "Nick North as I live and breathe, what the hell are you doing down here? We haven't heard from you in months and how you show up? I had figured that you had hit the big time and were much too important to come back and visit your friends - and first fence - here on Hyacinth."

Nick looks sheepish. "Hi Evie. Sorry I haven't been by in a while. I've been busy doing work, you know how it is." He gestures behind him to Eastern and Selkirk. "These are my partners, Eastern and Selkirk."

Evie looks around Nick and raises her eyebrows. "Nick you are moving up in the world. I don't know how you managed to bag these two, they actually look good!" Laughing she sticks out her hand. "My name is Evelyn, but everyone calls me Evie, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too Evie, thanks!" Selkirk shakes her hand firmly.

The smile falls from Nick's face. "Evie, I need to talk to Queenie."

Evie looks back to Nick. "Nick, you know how she is. She has good days and bad days. We can try, but..."

Nick nods. "I understand Evie, but it's important. I wouldn't ask otherwise. I need her expertise." Nick turns his head so that Evie can see the back and he lifts up his hair, exposing some of the cybernetic ports at the base of his neck.

Evie gasps and put her hands to her mouth. "Nicholas North, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into?"

Nick smiles sadly. "Quite a lot, I'm afraid. Eastern too." Eastern lifts up her hair and shows the ports to Evie. "Queenie is the only one I could think of to help. The AI that gave them to us didn't even so much as give us a FAQ to get ourselves set up.

Evie nods without saying anything. She walks over to the front door of the shop and locks it with a loud click. The turns off the open sign and lowers the shutters across the windows. The afternoon light of Hyacinth is blocked from the shop and the place seems older, more run down. Evie walks back behind the counter and opens a small door behind her. "Come with me."

The back of the shop looks like the back of retail shops the galaxy over. Floor to ceiling in boxes, narrow paths where people can walk, and signs that people do entirely too much living in the back rooms. Evie leads them past the piles of merchandise down a hall.

As they walk, Nick can hear someone watching a video on their pad. It sounds like they're watching an episode of 'Parvati Nights' a serialized drama that ostensibly takes place on Parvati. It's a popular show in the Sol system and the other colonies, but not on Parvati. Nick tried watching an episode once and laughed at how inaccurate it was.

Evie lead them to a room near the end of the hall, and knocked gently on the door. "Queenie? You have some visitors, Nick and his friends are here to see you." Nick hears the show's audio mute. An elderly voice calls out. "That layabout has decided to grace us with his presence again? You'd better let him in."

Evie opened the door and everyone entered the small room. Inside was a very old woman, nearly buried beneath blankets, quilts and afghans. Her head and her arm holding the pad were the only things sticking out from the pile.

Selkirk had a hard time hiding her surprise. This woman was ancient. She wasn't sure how old humans got, but this one had to be older than a century at least.

Queenie noticed Selkirk's expression and winked. "One hundred and seventeen if I'm a day. And I still have stuff to learn." Selkirk's ears went flat with embarrassment.

"How did you-"

"You're not the first person - not even the first K'laxi - to make that face at me. I know what the next question is."

She sat up carefully, her long silver hair spilling out from behind the blanket pile. "Now then, come and sit and say hello. What can old Queenie do you for you Nick?"

Evie closed the door quietly as Nick and the others found places to sit in the tiny room. Nick sat on a stool next to the bed. "Hi Queenie, it's good to see you. Sorry about not stopping by sooner, I've been busy."

Queenie looks at Eastern and Selkirk and grins. "I'll say you have Nick. Nice catch. You dating both of them?"

Nick nods with a sheepish smile. He gestures. "This is Eastern, and this is Selkrik."

"I knew you had it in you. Just had to find your confidence." She looked at Eastern and Selkirk again. "Also, if a crew is business and romantic partners, things tend to last longer. You look out for each other more. I wish more folks did it." She shook her head sadly. "It might increase their chances of getting to my age." She looked back at Nick. "I assume you're not here to fence some goods, and you need some help."

Nick turned his head so Queenie could see the back, and lifted up his hair, revealing the ports on the back of his neck and said nothing. Queenie sucked air through her teeth. "The whole set?"

Nick nodded. "Eastern too." Eastern turned her head and showed the ports to Queenie as well.

Queenie's expression hardened. "And not even a FAQ or a lesson on how to use it correctly, right?"

Eastern looked surprised. "How did you know?"

This time, Queenie turned her head and lifted up her silver hair. At the base of her neck were also 10 tiny ports. "Experience my dear, experience. I was probably a little older than you when I got my 'gift.'" She sounded bitter.

Selkirk's tail swished. "You didn't want them?"

"No. No I didn't. An AI crime lord - not Jameson - though he's old enough he probably offed the previous one gave them to me to help with a job they had. Same thing. Quick prick to put me under, stuff me full of tech and send me on my way."

Eastern couldn't stop staring at the ports in her silver hair. "How did you learn how to use your cybernetics?"

Queenie chuckled. "Same way you are. Went to someone I suspected had them and asked for help. It's the only way we learn out here on the edge, with illegal technology. It's not like you can go to the store and ask for a trial run."

Nick leaned forward. "Will you help us Queenie? We can pay."

Queenie got out from underneath her mountain of blankets and swung her feet off the bed. "Be a dear and grab my walker, would you Selkirk?"

Selkrik reaches behind her and grabs the lightweight metal walker and hands it to Queenie. With the press of a button it snaps out and she grabs the handles. "Well, come on then, follow me." Queenie shuffles out of her room.

She leads them down the hall a little further to another door. This one looks much older, like the doors in The Basement. It's a heavy pressure door with seals. It's old, but in good condition. Queenie walks up to the door and Nick swears he sees her eyes flash blue for a split second. The door opens with a hiss.

They all step inside and the only thing in the room is a massive chair. It looks like an old dentist's chair. Adjustable with lots of cushioning. On either side are thick cables running to monitors and to the wall. Queenie shuffles up to the chair and touches a stud near the floor with her foot. With a whirr of fans and the blinking of a few lights, the chair starts to come alive. It folds more upright and turns towards Queenie. She backs into it and swings her legs onto the supports. She leans back with a satisfied sigh and as her head goes back Nick can see ten hair thin wires snake out and connect to her ports with a barely audible click.

Suddenly a much younger sounding Queenie comes over the speakers built into the chair. "You had better tell me everything."

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[yykins]

unexpected | wumuti

summary: your supervisor has told you that you can leave for home because you finished work earlier than you anticipated. Of course, you had plans to do nothing except relax at home all day. BUT rather than spending the entire day at home in Sokcho-Si, why not visit the beach?

pairing: wumuti x gn!reader (second person pov)

genre: fluff

warning: cursing (fuck/ing, shit)

note: takes place in wumuti's sokcho v-log, the character works on a cafe (if you might be wondering hehe), 100% proofread, i'm a minor yes it has curse words in it so please spare me its only for the character purposes 😭, already censored the curse words

word count: 1.4k+

Finally! You finished your work earlier than you anticipated because you did practically all of the work on the cafe you were in. WOOHOO~

you exclaimed, "What a wonderful day," as you joyfully walked back to your apartment while humming a tune.

~~~

Your apartment door makes a click-signaling noise as you type in the code, unlocking it. As soon as you entered, you took off your shoes and hung up your jacket on the coat rack.

You then showered and changed into your baggy t-shirt and shorts.

You ask yourself, "Now what should I do? Hmm.." and then you look around your flat to see if you can find something enjoyable to do. Instead, you turned up nothing.

"Maybe if I just close my eyes, an idea for what to do will come to me!" I laugh at myself, you thought.

You questioned yourself, "Should I just go to the beach or what.. eh YES! THE BEACH! OMG!" and felt sorry for yourself.

You sat at the edge of the bed and inhaled deeply before saying, "yes, the beach.. haha how can i forgot about it.."

You find yourself asking, "now what? should i like pack or something?" in a daze.

You asked with a small head scratch, "i can just go to the beach while wearing this right?" You smirked at yourself and continued, "I mean, what's the purpose of changing? HAHA, this will work, there's no way that i'll get judge by wearing this."

[10:23 am]

You've already left your residence.

You can hear waves in the distance as you're walking down the street, and the tranquil sound of them calms and relaxes you. As you finally arrive at your goal, you quicken your speed.

As you moved toward the sand, you came across three men—or, to be more precise, three handsome men, particularly the one who appeared to be blonde. Before you can say, "he looks han-," a kid racing in your direction hits you, causing you to slip and fall to the ground. This causes them and other people nearby to glance at you with concern. "sh*t! Everyone was staring", so you immediately got to your feet and fixed yourself.

You bowed to the child and said, "Sorry kid," as the child's parents approached and continued to bow and apologize. You did nothing more than awkwardly smile and scratch your head.

You give them a brief glance to make sure they aren't still staring.

The parents already left.

You pulled off your shoes and sat on the sand while continuing to watch them. The brown-haired man was holding the blonde while the waves crashed on his legs, and the black-haired man was snatching the camera from the blonde man's hands. You laughed at the sight.

As you cast another peek their way, you noticed that they were vlogging. You whispered, "They kind of look familiar, though."

[5:04 pm]

The sun will set soon, you think as you check the time on your phone and put it back in your pocket.

You removed the sand from your feet by sitting on the bench, and then you put your shoes back on.

You got up and left the beach to go for food because you were already getting hungry.

You discovered a tiny establishment outside with large fish tanks and an octopus. As soon as you enter, you hear someone say, "Holy sh*t, they're in here."

With your back to them, you hurriedly walked to the table by the door. A lady approaches you and asks for your order as you are perusing the menu on your table. You give them your order, and they return to the counter.

You look at them from behind and think, "I swear, I've seen them somewhere." They appear to me to be so familiar. It's killing me. You pull your phone out of your pocket, open Google, type in the name of them separately, click the image above, and then turn to face them again.

You laughed at yourself "knew it," and then the lady who delivered your dinner earlier arrived.

[5:59 pm]

They had already left before you had finished eating. It's regrettable to consider that you lacked the bravery to approach your longtime picks in Boys Planet.

Well that's fine, maybe you can meet them again soon.

You've already paid at the register and are getting ready to leave, but you stop and think that your buddy is coming over tonight, and you realize that you don't have any food in the fridge any longer. You shrug and say, "She can just order food online."

You thought, "Maybe going to the 7-Eleven won't be bad right? I'll just buy drinks anyway" and so you went to that nearby 7-Eleven, going straight to the drink section as soon as you entered.

Two Cokes and one can of coffee are taken out of the refrigerator and placed on a basket. As you we're about to go to the counter, you saw them getting inside, You quickly hide at the shelf.

In the nearby area, you saw them enter the drink area. Immediately after, you hurried to the cashier.

The female employee gave you a blank stare. You wondered, "Okay, why is she looking at me like that?" and then you murmured, "uhm.. is there a problem? Miss." She suddenly came to her senses and began to scan the products on display.

You impatiently turned to the counter after looking behind because you thought you could hear them approaching. "Can she speed up the scanning?"

You're about to explode, you swear, "umuti hyung, isn't she the one who tripped at the beach lately?" From behind, you hear a gasp and a giggle.

"are you crazy? don't say that" you heard him say it the youngster, then followed by smack, you heard the youngster growl in pain.

Your eyes following the female employee's actions as she nearly finished scanning each item before turning to look at the monitor in front of her. "That would be 3,502 won," she declared. You nodded in agreement and slid your (right) hand into your pocket, but you couldn't find any cash there. You checked in your left pocket, but you found nothing either. "Sh*t sh*t!" You are currently in a state of panic.

You quickly inspect the phone's back, but there is no money inside.

Someone taps your shoulder just as you're about to speak. Then, from behind, you saw the black-haired man giving out folded papers. You gave him a confused look.

You took it out of his palm and delivered it to the employee after the black-haired man instructed her to use it as payment for what she had purchased.

You heard the black-haired man chatting to somebody (him), so you took a Mars chocolate that was on the mini-shelf below you and placed it on the counter.

The employee in charge asked, "you're going to buy this too?" and you replied, "uh yeah."

You received the plastic bag and the change from the worker.

You drank the coffee from the can before leaving the store.

To pass the time, you pulled out your phone and sat down on the bench.

When you observed them leave the store, the black-haired man told them something before rejoining the other person inside, leaving the blonde one alone.

You went immediately towards him after pulling out the chocolate. You distributed the chocolate.

The blonde looked at you suprise.

You tried to maintain eye contact with him as you continued, "I didn't even got to say thank you properly earlier, so here.. i'm giving you this as a Thank you.."

"Oh thank you, miss," he said, grabbing the chocolate with a big smile on his face.

You exclaimed "yeah, bye!" as you dashed from the scene and headed home.

You unlocked the door to your flat and entered without pausing to accept your friend's welcome, going straight to your room.

You shouted at the cushion as you threw yourself onto the bed.

You sat down after telling yourself "oh my f*cking sh*t, i met wumuti, i f*cking met wumuti omg" as you try to calm yourself.

Breath in, Breath out

"Now how am I supposed to go to sleep"

[thequietmanno1]

TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 96, Replies Part 1

1) “And so, what better way to help my headache than start with vigilantes? Last time we backtracked in pretty much everything that happened so far in the story but at least we got to see Koichi again. For five seconds, but hey, that’s progress.”- You know, in my opinion, if you power through a headache by adding more pains to it, eventually you reach a point where the pain just becomes numb background noise and you don’t even notice it anymore. Sometimes, the best way to cure burns is to apply more fire, or I think that’s how the saying goes. 2) “No koichi, don’t stare directly at the nuclear ball of fire! No Koichi no!”- He witnesses the approaching end, the non-existence of things beyond the manga’s story. 3) “oh hey, it’s Rachel and Bam, and they seem to be at the Cat cafe of justice, oh we’re gonna see all the irrelevant people today?”- Gotta catch up with everybody before everything kicks off. 4) “HOLY FUCK IS THAT THE PRESIDENT AND THE MAGICIAN?!

THEY ARE HERE? FOR REAL? IS THAT A TOPHAT ON HER SHIRT?!”- Branding is an important part of Showbiz….and relationships.

5) “dude

please

for the love of god, it has been three years already, everybody and their mom knows that’s not his name. You guys have been interacting with him on a semi-regular basis for the last three years since the cat cafe is on the neighborhood why are you calling him by the wrong name?!?”- At this point, he either thinks it’s an affectionate nickname for Koichi before he went “mainstream”, since he knew him starting out, or there’s an undercurrent of spite motivating him to keep the name going regardless of reality. I bet he’d carve it into Koichi’s tombstone to mark it as he real hero name too.

6) “…

is that it? You called them all here to say “nothing new, we’ll keep you posted”?

Dude, this could’ve been an email for fuck’s sake”- Sometimes you have to deliver bad – or at least neutral- news face-to-face, just to let them know you’re not dismissing their concerns, but there’s simply no good news happening right now. 7) “Alright I feel bad for that joke, you guys definitely called them here so you could give them some sweets to cheer them up after their friend got put in the fridge. I’m sorry, I was feeling evil.”- A few sweets to stave off the bitter taste of feeling useless and unhelpful. 8) “Yeah I suppose that a regular patron which you guys pretty much endorsed for a few years turning into an homicidal villain and blowing up half the city would be kinda bad for business.

Well, at least she didn’t hurt anyone.”- Certainly put Uraraka’s parents in business for a bit though, assuming they could get the contract to work here. 9) “Yeah, but who’s gonna take care of the cats?”- You could always pass then onto Midnight, given how invested she is in Pop’s survival. Plus, Aizawa’s flashback showed she’s already taking care of one, what’s 15 more? 10) “Feeling a tad paranoid Soga? Feeling like some investigator suddenly flipped a switch and decided to send your asses to jail? Or is that just the procedure when you’re Knuckle’s apprentice? 

Well, I mean, it’s not like it’s difficult to find you fuckers, standing guard outside the hospital and totally-not-doing-something-illegal.”- Not difficult to find the Trio standing out front, but as they’re technically not the ones the police are hunting, having not been officially recorded committing heroics illegally, they’ve got some leeway with the police arresting them/devoting manpower to hunt them down vs Koichi, who’s a priority target. Therefore, they can serve as an early-warning system for Koichi waiting out of sight nearby to get into action, since he’s the one they’re actually counting on to do the heavy lifting when it comes down to brass tacks. 11) “Oh your dad? And you talked to him? Huh, must not have been something important. now let’s see what Dadichi can impart to us with his infinite wisdom and terrific good looks.”- And this is more of an interaction with Koichi’s own father than Izuku’s exchanged in the entirety of MHA. 12) “Throw it Puto! It’s good to keep him on his toes, you never know when he’s gonna need to jump into action. Throw it and see how fast he can catch it”- Every moment is an opportunity to get more training in there before the big fight. 13) “Yeah that’s exactly what I said puto. But it seems like Koichi hasn’t even noticed he’s turning from the Crawler into the Hoper.”- I have liked Koichi’s slow, gradual improvement in his Quirk handling throughout this series, it’s something I think it does very well, but I do wish we’d had more chapters to see Koichi’s improved movement skills after his fight with Bee Pop. He’s now doing stuff on instinct that he’d have had to seriously think about before, just like Izuku got a better handle on OFA by using it as second nature. 14) “Yeah I can imagine it Puto. I can imagine it… Shame soon Phelps will put an end to it anyway.

Eventually.

Maybe sometime in the next three years.”- Try three minutes. 15) “Oh, nice bat there flamey, good thing that’s definitely not illegal or something.”- Baseball is a national sport in Japan, so bats and such are actually pretty easy to get over there, if anybody wants to head to a batting range to practice their swing. 16) “Good work Puto. We can always count on you.”- Soga’s pulling double-time trying to keep this group half-way competent to handle Nomura’s threat.

17) “That he did, my color me impressed, he actually decided to do his job. And look at that, it’s like keeping the cellphone off didn’t mattered since he knew exactly where y'all were.”- Well, not Koichi specifically. The trio aren’t really work the manpower to hunt down, but Koichi’s elevated himself to above-average with his new Quirk handling, so he gets the arrest warrant. 18) “Soga, did you- Did you came all this way to be arrested? Huh? What are you planning?”- He can’t trust Puto not to blab out where Koichi’s hiding during the talks, so he needs to be there in order to handle the interrogation half-way competently. @thelreads

[togethernow]

Rhythmtober Day 31 prompt - Free Space

Well here's the rest of the vocaloid squad! Featuring Ann as Len, Kouhai as Kaito, Senpai as Meiko, Pitcher as Rin, and Reporter as Miku!!

Oh yeah the backstory if you guys want it

“You want US to dress up for Halloween?”

Our usual gang of 4 were in a booth in the cafe, looking at Reporter’s laptop. She had just brought up a rather… interesting proposal to them. 

“Yup! We basically did ALLLL the typical friend group activities, except for dressing up for Halloween for some reason!”

“And you want us to dress up as these… anime things?” Kouhai confusingly looked at the screen.

“I think that’s called cosplay, and I don’t want to partake in something as cringe as that ever.” Pitcher huffed. 

“Well, it’s not really cosplay if you aren’t dressing up to go to a con or something.” Reporter switched to the next slide, showing those 6 “anime things” again, but in different poses. “Plus, they’re not even from an anime! They’re called vocaloids and they’re more like different voices that people use to sing their songs.”

Senpai sat there silently, head presumably full of thoughts. Meanwhile, Pitcher was messing around with the laptop. “I mean, I recognize this girl,” she moved the cursor in circles around the girl with the light blue twintails. “But who the fuck is this???” She moved the cursor around another girl with short blonde hair.

“That’s Rin, and I think you’ll really fit her!” Reporter replied gleefully. 

“Her goofy 10 year old lookin ahh???”

“Yeah! You guys have a similar hairstyle and a snappy, go-getter attitude!”

“Does this also have to do with how similar in height they are?” Senpai finally quipped. 

“YOU- SH-SHUT IT!!” 

“Oh, maybe that’s why I also thought of Pitcher when I saw her.” Kouhai added, much to Pitcher’s chagrin. This made him laugh a bit as Pitcher made a fist towards him.

Senpai herself giggled, then pointed to another character. “What about her?” She hovered the cursor over to a girl in red with short brown hair.

“Oh, that’s Meiko. She’s the mom of the group and has a really cool voice!”

“Hmm…” Senpai put her hand up to her chin. “I can see her being really easy going and down to hang out just about any time. She looks like she would give really good advice too- Why is everyone staring at me?”

Everyone then turned to look at each other, slowly nodding. The nodding got faster, and eventually culminated into a slew of “Ayyy’s” and “yeah’s” from the other three. 

“I guess this makes me Meiko then.” She smiled softly. 

“Then that makes Kouhai Kaito!” Reporter pointed to the blue haired man so everyone knew who she was talking about. 

“Wait, why? He doesn’t really look like me…” “Cause you’re our boy!” Pitcher playfully pinched him on the cheek. 

“W-Wait! There’s another boy there too! I-I think…? I mean, I heard of anime people’s genders being really hard to tell, so…” 

“Yeah, Len’s also a guy. But I think Kaito suits you better! He’s a pretty carefree dude!”

“W-Well, if you say so. You know, you’re pretty good at assigning people anime characters to dress up as, Reporter.” 

Reporter chuckled a bit. “Awww, really? I just go off vibes to be honest.”

“Hmmm… Then who are you going to dress up as?” Senpai asked.

Reporter winked and copied the pose that the blue haired girl was making. “I’m gonna be Miku! I already got a costume of her at home!”

The gang went silent for a second, and everyone’s eyes eventually went over to Pitcher, who was looking out the window, trying to look like she didn’t care. 

“What.” She stated adamantly when she noticed everyone looking.

“Everyone else already chose their outfits, Pitcher. Who are you gonna be?” 

Pitcher was slightly taken aback by this but not surprised Senpai asked that. Her hand waved down as she said, “Nah, you guys got this. I don’t wanna be…” Her eyes drifted over to Reporter and Kouhai, whose eyes resembled those of a certain creature that went “Yippee!”. “Well… fine then. I’m NOT wearing the bow though. That just looks stupid.”

“Yay!” Reporter lifted her hands in the air. “Yay!” Kouhai mimicked her as Barista came over with his sandwich. Barista then proceeded to throw his hands in the air as well. 

“Hold on.” Pitcher leaned over closer to the laptop. “There’s only 4 of us and there’s 6 of them. Who’s gonna be the pink lady and this kid right here?”

“Oh, you’re right!” Reporter clapped her hands together. “We can’t have a Rin without a Len!”

“I’ll be your Len, Pitcher.” Ann Glerr leaned it’s head across the separator from the booth behind them. 

“GAH-” This caused Pitcher to jump back into Reporter’s arms. “Bro, did ya just listen to our conversation this whole time?!” 

“Well, yeah.” She popped another fry into her mouth and continued. “Anyways, can I join you guys?”

“S-Sure…” Kouhai looked at the rest of the group to see if they would let it join. 

“I don’t see why not.”

“Of course!”

“Why are you my Len… But if everyone else says ok, then sure.”

Reporter pumped her fists in the air again, excited that her idea was going to work.

"Now all we need is a Luka!"

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Diary,

Today was quite hectic. This year, I indulged in some childhood dreams of mine and dressed up as one of my inspirations, Megurine Luka. I thought this day would be like usual, going out and taking pictures, but I happened to spot them.

They happened to have the same idea as me and dressed up as the rest of the vocaloids. My instincts kicked in and I quickly went to a spot where they couldn't see me. I noticed that Ann was holding a bucket of candy, meaning that they were going to parade around the neighborhood.

My mind went to making plans on how to avoid them. Don't want them accusing me of copying them, of course.

As I avoided them, I couldn't help but feel a little twinge in my heart telling me to join them. Of course I didn't, I had a reputation to uphold, as you know. But it's weird...

If I went up to them, what would've they said?

[journal-69]

01/12/2025 ~9:10 am

I started this blog a while ago, and it's been a minute since I posted, mostly because over the summer I wanted to talk about the sexcapades I was having over the summer. Over the fall it slowed down and I changed it a little bit but I find it enthralling to document the people and things I've done ;) So I wanted to update as the new year has brought an outrageous level of horniness to me.

This week I've seen 3 people, 3 for sex, 1 a date.

The first boy I saw was on Monday, He came over after a call I had for the new job, it was funny in the beginning to say the least. I had hoped to talk but he was def just horny and looking so we kinda went right to it. I realized he was one of the first uncut guys I had been with, I can't totally remember if I have before. But when sucking him or jerking him off he would wince ahah and with time! I learned to be gentler. But when we actually fucked it was fast in spurts, like a jackrabbit or something. It wasn't bad sex, it was fun and in the end, we did have good conversation and I finally saw a real person. He went in for a second round, love, and then from there we talked and cuddled.

The second boy was a letdown. On Thursday we had the most riveting sexting session through Grindr, I honestly couldn't believe it. Uncontrollably horny, poet, and very fun. Based on his pictures he seemed to have a bit more mass, and masculine, but when he showed up he was the twinkiest lil thing I had ever seen... I'm not necessarily against that, but that's usually not my vibe and unfortunately, he wasn't really mine. In the back of my mind I had suspicions before he showed up and exactly what had happened. A tale as old as time, all talk no play. In situations like his where the sexting is so good I fear the build-up often leads to disappointment. Sooo when he came over we talked for a second, with the awkward how do I break the tension vibes, and then started to get to it. Slowing making our way to undressing, making out all over, etc. And I kid you not... Maybe five minutes into me touching, sucking, jerking him. He came. Not even in a hot omg you couldn't contain and you just busted like crazy. It was really like a spittle of cum and I was like weird my chest is wet but was like it's probably spit and moved on. It wasn't until later when I saw it drying and flaking that I realized that's what had happened. Of course, I love a multi-round moment but the issues with this was that he couldn't get hard and if I tried to jerk him off he would get sensitive. I found myself staring at the ceiling, watching the light hanging above me as he tried to fake fuck me with his soft dick. Also I so would've fucked him but he did not seem up for it. He kepy saying "he needed to loosen me up before he fucked me" but I realized he was just trying to see if he could get hard again cause trust it would have been easy to take. Anyway haha it was a funny one, disappointing but part of life. One last annoyance he had a bloody finger and got blood all over my freshly cleaned white duvet... which is nasty BUT I'm like babes once blood is drawn we stop. That is where things get dangerous and I am not comfortable with it. Unfortunately bad communication on his end. I could tell he was disappointed in himself but open and active communication is needed in sex!

But here we are, person #3! Such a redemption from the night before. Yesterday, Saturday, I was heading into Manhattan to do some errands I have been meaning to get to and was hoping to see a friend while I was there. The friend was busy, blah blah, but this boy who's visiting from Australia asked if I wanted to get together in between seeing his friends. We met In Chinatown and the cafe I had recommended was closed so we went to Dimes instead. It was a lovely conversation, the kind where your energy is replenished by being around the person. We got tea, potato wedges and ended with the dulce de leche cake. After about 2 hours they asked if I wanted to join with friends at Ellen's Stardust diner. We headed up to Rockefeller's stop and took a detour to the Lego store while we waited for them. There amongst the families and chaos, we were looking at the wall of pieces and I saw a little heart in a sea of weird eyeballs. I gave it to them and in return was given a little flower in return. After we exchanged affection and minor theft we headed to Ellen's. 8-10:30, we had energetic conversations with the two friends with bursts of singing and show tunes. It was a really cute night, he kept actually calling it a date, and we were obviously into each other. The touches getting more frequent and intentional. After we left we started to hold hands and made our way to the train to head back to Brooklyn. More dumb jokes, that goddamn charming Aussie wit, and the girls cracking up at everything they said. Once we got on the L we got to sit down and now we got close, hands wrapped, gentle pressure, touches of desire, and telling more than words often can. Every joke our eyes locked, our faces got closer together, and you could feel the tension tugging us close. I wanted to hold back and got nervous so I would look away before things got too much. I can't quite remember which stop, possibly Montrose, but they gasped when seeing a gay couple kiss on the platform across from us and then as we locked eyes again I finally let in and we made out. A soft warm and endearing kiss. After a couple seconds, I pulled back "A kiss on the subway is such a New York moment" one last one and their head resting on mine. At Myrtle-Wykoff we departed with a kiss and a See you soon. Giddy with the electricity I sent a picture of the flower in my little Miss Piggy lego's hand and said see you soon, hopefully tonight.

[thepurplebookwormy]

i hate outings

My dad works abroad and my mom works a 5 day, 9-5 work week. I have 2 siblings, one is in elementary and one is an infant that I've practically raised since she was a newborn. Hell I even picked out her name.

Everytime we go out my mom immediately just dumps the responsibility of babycare to me and it fucking sucks. 9/10 times I get people asking me if she's my baby because "I handle her so well" and that I looked too young to be a mother. I die a little inside everytime this happens. Idk it just feels uncomfortable and I really hate it and it keeps me up at night.

Anyway, today that escalated. I'm waiting for my mom to finish grocery shopping outside a cafe adjacent to the mall, sitting on a bench outside while cradling the baby and just watching people walk by. Some middle aged lady just goes all up into my face and starts shrieking at me for being a slut and sleeping around and having a baby at such a young age. Everyone just started staring, I don't know what the fuck to do so I just sit there looking stupid cuz I have really bad social anxiety while trying to make the baby stop crying cuz they're scared. Like I know I should've said something and clarified it wasn't my baby but I was just really apprehended by how loud she was and the expressions she was making.

Like halfway through her rant, I just bolted out of shame and embarrassment. Mom was annoyed that I came into the mall to wait instead of at the cafe like she told me to because it's too cold for the baby inside the mall. I didn't tell her about what happened and just listened to her nagging until we got home.

[temporarymoods]

almost october

[seething]

i tried a quiche today, at a cafe clearly customer-ed by rich people. i couldn't quite place why the baristas were like, colder than normal, but after a couple minutes of surveying their patronage i was like oh.. yeah. :( this is not the scene i'm used to!

anyway, it's night now. and you won't believe the set-up in my room. little context first: my congestion has been crazier than normal, sinuses just all out of whack, nostrils closing and opening at will. the left nose hole was like, dry today or something, so the corresponding left back of my throat was sore this evening. idk the actual cause and effect here, but maybe someday soon i'll educate myself on the anatomy of it all. anyway, i have too many important things happening over the next couple of days and i can't get sick or have any pestulancies (made-up word)!! since i had already steam-bathed myself over a cup of tea post-homemade-fish-taco-dinner, and it was kind of nice, i had some empirical evidence supporting the idea that adding moisture to my air & sleeping in that for hours would make a kind of difference, so, time to bust out the humidifier! but then-- the air purifier. hmmm, you see i wake up and sneeze every morning because of fucking dust or something idk. mold?! so i've been living with my new baby as we know...but would it dry out my new air? has it been? all thoughts i've had in the last 20 minutes. anyway, i go to fill up my humidifier with water, bam, she's working right away. i put her next to my bed and turn to the air purifier at the foot of my bed, turn it on. WHY IS IT READING AT 100?! oh mygod she turned on and boom numbers start flying up. what?! its normally at like...1. maybe 002. but we flew past the 70s into the 90s and past 100?! (don't ask me what it's measuring, idk, but number bigger = badder) so i was shocked! i ran her last night, with really no need! steady low numbers, even with/after candle burning. then wasn't in my room all day! maybe left my door open for a moment this evening... so that's an unsolved mystery. but i think ugh maybe the humidifier is too close to my bed, i don't want to get wet dirty air. so the two machines are now both at the foot of my bed, sharing the rug <3 sisters <3 so cute <3 and i am well taken care of. thank you, machines! please keep me healthy! (lol just realized the mug of tea i made a while ago is also still quite warm because of my electronic mug hahaha. that's so chic)

that was a lot of dumbness. but it excites me. what else. i had a proper adventure today. so much was inspiring me and filling my bucket i just had to write it down at the beginning of my afternoon class. let's take a look at the notion, shall we?

here's the translation:

i saw a young child at thinking cup newbury. we vibed. tweeted about it. go check (there's a secret passageway on here)

self-explanatory, also, i was there for a rent check

self-explanatory, 2 toast and a sauce please

first quote me staring convo, second quote dude whose smile made my day saying bye; support UFCW !! they gave me a sticker & a pin :D

just checking in...doing my rounds................garnering intel....

same thing.......let a girl be......

wanted to remember this bc it felt like i was on a streak of kindness from strangers :)

self-explanatory, second point true asf

saw a rifle for the first time in a long time! turns out i can recognize that hint of white taped wood anywhere

so that's what i did. what was i thinking tho? good question. got a list for that too.

been watching a lot of movies recently. finished she's the man tonight, actually. weird as fuck, like straight up. if i did star ratings it would only get 2

coming soon :0

didn't yet (pay my credit card. lmao)

new wes anderson flick

also for my watchlist, thanks sapphic twitter

10 year pure heroine anniversary, was gonna tweet about it

coming soon :0

paper i want to read, taken from paper i read about south dakota native american abortion politics in 2006

god. when does she stop making lists...never.

silly

thinking i would

got too many eggs, want sweet treats, mad scientist therapy, etc.

secret (i want a way to store my homemade salad dressings)

pillies

so i've got a lot going on, internally and externally. big woo. have to get up so early tomorrow-- i shouldnt be up right now-- to go to a catholic training about protecting god's children, mandatory for before i begin tutoring writing once a week at an in-need private school. awkwarrddd for the church! (it's about child sexual assault prevention.) curious to see how they approach the subject. but its early as fuck and a 20 minutes drive away. watching pretty little liars right now though and the two cunty moms are discussing divorce and dating again, lmfao. this show cracks me up. i told the elevator pitch version of my parents' divorces story today, only to realize i hadn't really talked about it in a while. a long while. not something i think about, those couple of months. shit was kind of...idk. don't think i have the right word.

i should get goinggg now. i know!! such a shame. isn't it so fun to read all these details?! it's fun for me to write them. i want to remember somehow.

w/ love & sustained interest in life, talk soon, about teaching, and other things, Kate

p.s. i've been taking some pretty pictures, will share soon xo