#theyre lucky i have another bottle at home

[helianskies]

actually very pissed off. just got to my desk and it seems someone has come in to clean. in the process, they have moved things around on my desk including a monitor, my plant and sticky notes, and binned a bottle i had kept on my desk PURPOSEFULLY so i could reuse it, as it was a big bottle that i actually brought ALL THE WAY BACK FROM ITALY with me last year. for 10 weeks i have worked here and never has anyone touched shit on my desk or cleaned in our office. i'm actually upset. i am seriously upset. GIVE ME BACK MY ACQUA PANNA YOU ASSHOLES.

[sulfur-eyes]

I wrote more. :0

On my touch starved Steve BS. As usual a #steddie 🧵 strap in this one might be a little long.

Steve Harrington, desperate for affection. Weird wasn’t it? He yearned for even a poke or a pinch. You’d think someone who slept with girls most of his way through high school wouldn’t be touch starved. If anything perhaps a touch aversion. But along with his royal nickname came another one- king Midas. Golden in bed, but never to touch. Most of the time it was a quick fuck and leave, no aftercare no soft words no nothing. Not because Steve was bad at it but all girls had to get home to daddy dearest or they’d change their curfew. Or whatever the reasoning was, and Steve found himself starving for anything. When Robin came along it was a little easier. The playful slapping, elbows to the sides, punches to the arm, small hugs. It was nice, but she never lingered. Like Steve was too rotten to hold onto for too long- it wasn’t true. She just wanted to give him space. But Steve didn’t want space. That void never filled. What can make up for a childhood devoid of good night kisses and proud parent bear hugs. Not much.

The first time Steve began to pick up Dustin from Hellfire was the first time Eddie ever really looked at him. His eyes stared at Steve as though trying to run him down with a laser beam, glaring like if he did it hard enough it might kill the former King. It never did, to either of their dismay. But Steve noticed, it was enough to feel like a ghost of a touch. But it was /something/.

/Mild nsfw/

And Steve- oh dear Steve- would memorize the way that Eddie’s eyes followed along his body, and on lonely nights he let his hands follow that same path, wishing they were Eddie’s instead. To feel cold metal rings against his bare skin like an icy brand. Afterwards he’d feel guilty, mortified. He’d even cry a bit. It wasn’t right. He was a disappointment. Worst of all his desperation for touch only grew worse, gnawing inside of him like a beast that was never happy.

The first time they ever touched was the boathouse. Steve could remember vividly their proximity, he could feel wavering breath against his skin. He wished Eddie might push that bottle just a little further. A little more. Press his hands down harder. The lingering grip felt like a wonder- despite the predicament. The next few weeks Steve could remember Eddie’s little touches as they grew closer- hips against his side while staring down at the plan, crowding his space while they searched desperately in the upside-down. The long long hug they shared once they’d all made it out alive. It was good- a start. Very good. But Steve still wanted more. He was selfish, greedy. He wanted more than hugs now- he’d gotten a taste and the hungering beast was pulling at its chains begging to be let out. He wanted cuddles on the couch, lingering kisses, nails ghosting Over his sides. Tongues, teeth, skin to skin. /More/.

Eddie notices Steve lingering against everyone’s touches after they leave, arms left open for a moment to long after a broken hug, nervous fingers reaching for others. But Steve’s too scared to be greedy- he’s lucky enough To have so many people who are willing to put up with him. Well Eddie wasn’t having that. They hang out more often, one night Steve feels Eddie’s hand resting over his own and it continues from there. They hang out without the rest of the party and Eddie’s shoulders press against Steve’s when they sit on the couch. Fingers card through his hair on days where Steve is too tired to put any hairspray in.

One usual movie night theyre sat together, sunken in the middle of the couch. Pressed up close. Steve is fidgety, something eating at his mind.

The beast.

“You sit on a bee or something? What’s up Steve?” Eddie’s face portrays concern and mild amusement. A strong hand reaches to squeeze his shoulder. Steve splutters, stutters, starts over and fails again. He’s red in the face and manages to get no good words out. Fuck it, he’ll be greedy this once. And if it bites him in the ass hell never do it again.

He gives up on words and just crashes his lips against Eddie’s- the most ungraceful kiss ever. It’s not bad- it’s just scared. Waiting for Eddie to pull away. But he doesn’t. There’s a moment of shock where Steve thinks Eddie is going to push him off but he finds a warm palm pressed to his cheek, guiding him a little closer. Inviting him not to be nervous- and Steve nearly cries.

“I’m sorry…” he whispers against his lips.

“For?” Eddie chuckles. “For… kissing you?” He winces at his own words.

“For kissing me.” Eddie echoes with a matter of fact voice, laughing soft and sweet like maple syrup. “I’ve been wanting to do that for months and you’re saying /sorry?/“

Steve has the audacity to look confused.

“You’re adorable, your majesty.” Eddie cackles.

They spend the night on the couch, filled with cuddles on the couch, lingering kisses, and even nails ghosting over skin. Steve has never been happier in his life.

The first time they’re intimate Steve finds out so many things about himself. A book. He enjoys letting go of control- struggles at first to relinquish it. But still enjoys it. They push the boundaries of how many bites can be left without the party noticing. And the same first time Steve receives aftercare and cries for an hour after. The beast inside him is no more, slain by a brave knight who dared to love the difficult king. Steve never hungers again, he never worries he won’t be loved or treated right- and the same went for Eddie. No more flings, randos in Indianapolis or jocks wanting to ‘test’ things.

Each other was all they needed.

✨The End✨💃💃💃

I wrote this at 4:30 AM it’s most likely not good but hey enjoy have fun go buck wild. Enjoy whatever this is I’m sorry about the spacing I write this on Twitter first and bring it over here n tumblr despises me for it. Apparently. Idk. ✌️

[shotosprincess]

♡ dating the bnha boys — hcs

｡･:*:･-: ✧ :,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･-: ✧ :,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

➪ shoto todoroki

pls you’ve prolly been terrified of him for a while prior bc of how ?? talented ?? the mf is ??

but mans prolly saved you at some point and there was this lingering stare you two shared before he left you at recovery girls’ office; were you reading too far into things ?

spoiler alert: you weren’t.

anYWAYS-

he’s the kind of boyfriend to tenderly brush your hair for you and attempt to learn how to tie and braid your hair up in cute ,, simple designs !!

he’d always be ready with little things you’re constantly forgetting; extra snacks,, water,, a fully charged portable charger ,, trust me when i say that man is pREPARED- after all ,, he needs to be ready with everything to take care of his little sweetheart ,, does he not ?

ONLY TWO POINTS IN AND IM ALREADY CRYING BC I LOVE HIM SM BYE BYE BYE

at some point he’d find you sitting on the roof by yourself late at night,, only to stay with you and let you fall asleep on his chest as he drapes a blanket over you and heats it up a lil with his quirk

OKAY YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT THAT MAN WOULDNT HOLD THE DOOR OPEN FOR YOU AT ALL TIMES AND WOULD SOMETIMES EVEN GET LOWKEYHIGHKEY KINDA SAD WHEN YOU DONT LET HIM

prolly bc he just wants to prove to you that he can be useful

pls just let the man know he’s useful and important he never shows it directly but he needs the reassurance—

he’d give you a warm massage w his quirk whenever you’re in pain :”)

HIDES AND PROTECTS YOU FROM MINETA BC HE KNOWS DAMN WELL WHAT THAT LITTLE SHIT FANTASIZES ABOUT

loves heating//cooling things for you ,, like instant noodles or ice packs !!

surprises you w jewelry that have his initials on them !!

GIVES THE BEST CUDDLES I SWEAR

would hold an umbrella for u while you loop your arm into his as the two of you walk home through the light rain :”)

cries into your chest sometimes after youve fallen asleep bc it’s late nights like these when he reflects on just how lucky of a guy he is to have you— it’s hard for him to articulate it directly ,, but when he does fully open up to you ab it ,, you end up crying too .

WOULD 110% MAKE THE TWO OF YOU YOUR OWN PERSONAL LIL ICE RINK AND TEACH YOU HOW TO SKATE // DO FUN FIGURE SKATING DUOS WITH YOU

➪ katsuki bakugou

prolly got with you initially bc of a dare ( and he nEVER passes up a dare ) ,, but eventually those feelings started to become real and honestly ? it kinda scared the shit outta him . he didn’t know why ,, but for some reason he didnt actually want to leave .

OKAY LARA JEAN AND PETER MF KAVINSKY TYPE BEAT ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ HIT US WITH THE FAKE RELATIONSHIP TO REAL RELATIONSHIP TROPE YESYESYES

teasingly-mean nicknames = his love language . enough said .

AGGRESSIVE !! KISSES !! ALL !! THE DAMN !! TIME !!

makes you wear his hoodie whenever you show even the sLIGHTEST hint at being cold

he just rly wants to see you in his clothes

he’s so clueless on how to do this whole boyfriend thing ,, but he’s definitely trying bc it’s for you :”)

watches and tries so desperately to copy all the cute couples in the movies you guys watch together

“ roses...do you want roses ? “ “ what ? “ “ the guy in the movie gave her roses...do you want roses too ? “

but at the end of the day you just appreciate him for who he is and that’s more than enough for you :”)

PLS DENKI AND KIRI ARE CONSTANTLY SHOCKED AT HOW MUCH HE’S TRYING FOR YOU

will take any and every opportunity to show off his strength and quirk to you <3

now we all know this man gets jealous hella easily ,, and its no different w relationships :”) he’d constantly make it a point to hold you extra close to him in public ,, show you off on social media and call you by a nickname//petname whenever possible just to reiterate to ppl the fact that you’re his and he’s yours

WOULD LET YOU SIT ON HIS LAP AND DO HIS EYELINER AT 2AM PURELY BC YOU GOT BORED

pls i could rly see myself doing that i wont lie

honestly sometimes he forgets himself and his temper gets a little out of hand ,, but the second he sees his feral reflection in your fearful eyes,, he pulls you to his chest and apologizes profusely :”))

➪ denki kaminari

MF PROLLY GOT WITH YOU BC OF A RIGGED GAME OF SPIN THE BOTTLE AT MINA’S PLACE I CANNOT SEE ANYTH HAPPENING OTHERWISE

one tiny kiss turned into two ,, which turned into three ,, and before you knew it ,, the both of you were spilling out the pent up feelings you had for one another all this time—

mina never shuts up ab it ,, she’s so proud of her matchmaking skills

when the power goes out during a storm ,, he holds onto you tight and plays w your hair as he uses his quirk to turn things back on ,,, “ shhh it’s ok,, i’m here “

will do anything and everything to make you smile <3

he has a lil album in his camera roll with all his favourite pictures of you ,, which is practically just all of them tbh ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

HE LOVES SHOWING YOU OFF IN THE MOST WHOLESOME WAY POSSIBLE !!

super energetic n bubbly but at the end of your dates he passes out right away in your arms

you make sure to wrap him up in blankets and give him an overload of kisses after he’s rly asleep though

will work embarrassingly hard to win you stuffed animals at the fair !! it doesn’t always work ,, but it’s cute nontheless <3

some of the staff and children at the fairs get pissed off but oh well ,,, what you do for love

pls he prolly makes you lil bento boxes for lunch every now and then ( ESPECIALLY DURING EXAM WEEK ) w tiny notes and designs taped on them

constantly calls you “ shawty “ lowkey un ironically and dice rolls in ur direction whenever he sees you ,,, you just end up laughing and playfully punching him

I JUST KNOW HE DOES THE F BOY LIP BITE FACE CONSTANTLY

ITS AN ADDICTION FOR HIM I SWEAR

SUPER CLINGY BUT IN THE CUTEST WAY AAAA

LIL STICKY NOTE LOVE LETTERS FROM HIM IN YOUR LOCKER EVERY !! MF !! DAY !!!

you both agreed that at home cozy netflix dates w microwave popcorn and fuzzy blankets >>> movie theatre dates

110% made a playlist for you at some point when he crushed on you from afar and shared it w you after you started dating

he made a collaborative playlist for yall AND multiple playlists of songs that remind him of you afterwards

pls i just kNOW this man’s love language is making playlists

theyre prolly all categorized by mood or smth too w the cutest covers ever pls

➪ ejirou kirishima

you initially met him bc he was hella upset and alone this one time and you were the only one to notice and be there for him bc he ran away from everyone else to hide the “ uNmanLy “ tears :”))

takes you w him on his lil gym visits ,, hypes you up with every little thing u accomplish !!

constantly teasing bakugou with how he’s able to pull you and how lucky he is to have you

bakugou gets hella annoyed most of the time and just blasts him away-

idk bro i just feel like kiri prolly calls you “ adorable “ alot i wont lie-

LOVES HAND HOLDING,, takes any opportunity to hold ur hand and trace lil casual patterns across your knuckles w his thumb

sometimes he’ll even draw lil hearts on your hand

play fighting but sometimes the two of you get too carried away and he actually loses half of the time-

LATE NIGHT GAME NIGHTS WITH HIM AND THE BAKUSQUAD,, he loves being on the team against you so he can get all competitive

OK HEAR ME OUT;;;; DANCE BATTLES W HIM AS YOUR PARTNER AGAINST RANDOM PPL AT PARTIES

mans gets hella insecure ab himself sometimes ,, so he loves doing lil things for you !! opening a can ,, pulling the blanket over you ,, zipping up your jacket <33

STOP WAIT THATS SO CUTE BYE I WANT THAT

lets you dye his hair—THATS HOW MUCH HE TRUSTS YOU BYE

pls yall prolly aggressively play wii sports and just dance against one another on a regular basis;; it’s literally your thing and you cannot tell me otherwise ahjdjfj

pls i just KNOW this man’s an overly passionate wii player

will wrap his arms around your waist and hug u from behind as you make breakfast

WOULD WEAR MATCHING EARRINGS W YOU IF ITS FOR YOU

slow dances in the living room at midnight w you !!

eventually as you spent more time together ,,, you were able to change his idea of “ manliness “ ,, and he was able to realize that manliness is not equivalent to stoicism and that expressing ur feelings is still totally manly and totally valid !! <33

[darthyentruoc]

Bar Fight

Abigail Roberts x Reader

I suck at using punctuation so please forgive me if parts make no sense.

Also use whatever name and pronoun that makes you comfortable.

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You and your brother Arthur dismounted your horses and entered the valentine saloon where inside Charles, Bill and Javier were supposed to be waiting for you. Entering the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke hit you immediately a smell a smell all too familiar to an outlaw like you, you both made your way to the bar where Charles and Javier were trying their best to seduce two disheveled prostitutes...which after Arthurs choice words 'how much are you? Anyway', was a waste of time.

'Wheres Bill?' You asked as you scanned the bar for any sight of him 'i dont know, probably taking a piss' Javier answered nonchalantly taking another gulp of his beer. You caught sight of bill coming back into the saloon and purposefully barging the person on the other side 'watch where you're going, you idiot' he spat as he shoved the man yet again, which made the man grab his shoulder and pull him backward before throwing his fist right across Bill's face with a satisfying smack.

You and Arthur met eyes as you both knew what was about to happen, Javier pushed past you and immediately punched the nearest person to him; you, Charles and Arthur joined in throwing punches and smashing bottles over peoples heads. Until you heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs causing some of the brawlers to make a run for it 'its tommy!' Your victim shouted before punching you in your unexpected state and running away, tommy ran over pulling Charles off of his attacker, javier jumped on his back in an effort to help Charles but he threw him easily onto the nearest table shattering it completely.

You and your brother approached him carefully, you gave arthur a nod sending him into attack mode he grabbed tommys arms and held them behind his back, giving you the opportunity to wail on his stomach each punch causing both Tommy to lurch forward in pain and another pain to shoot through your fist.

Tommy quickly freed himself instantly leaping forward and sending a hard punch right across your face causing you to fall backwards onto the bar, in no time spared he was throwing all he could at you. Arthur who had shaken off being tossed to the floor was now again trying to restrain him to no avail, you managed to duck out of the way of a few attacks before Tommy lifted you with ease and threw you through the bar window and into the freshly moistened soil outside, 'Christ' you whispered to yourself in pain as you tried to dust off some of the mud but it was no time to rest as not even a minute later Tommy was again bounding toward you 'no more fighting' he shouted crazily 'easy big guy' you chuckled as you put up your guard and adopted a fighting stance.

You watched his attacks carefully dodging and countering as best you could, until it was him on the floor 'go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep' you repeated with every punch until you were pulled off of him by Mr Downes 'stop... please, he didnt mean it. He's big and dumb, please sir/madam he meant no harm.... dont kill him' he spluttered as he knelt at tommys side checking him over, you ignored him and limped back over to your brother 'you ok?' Arthur inquired grabbing your chin and turning your battered face 'oww and yea why wouldnt i be?' You answered sarcastically as you began to rinse off your hands and face in a nearby bucket.

'Good fighting morgan, almost thought you were gonna kill the bastard' Bill chuckled patting you on the back to which you turned around and grabbed him by the collar pinning him against the wall behind you 'the only reason that wouldve been, would be because you fucking started a fight that didnt need starting' he said nothing as you loosened your grip letting him go 'you goddamn idiot', Arthur put his arm around you 'come on, lets go aint gonna get no leads now especially after that ruckus. Lets go home' you nodded and mounted up to ride back to Horseshoe.

Riding into camp you could already hear the earful you were gonna get from your girlfriend Abigail, so you hitched up your horse and carefully manoeuvred around the camp in an attempt to avoid her before getting cleaned up.

You weren't even a metre away from your tent before hearing 'what the hell is wrong with you' you stopped in your tracks and turned to where the voice came from 'Abigail, please not now sweetie. Everything hurts','well good i hope it does, that'll teach you to go starting bar fights' she stood over you hands on her hips her eyes fiery with anger as she looked you over.

'First of all it wasnt me who started it, it was bill and secondly what kind of woman says that to their partner' you began taking off your muddied shirt but began to struggle with getting it off as you may have dislocated your shoulder, although Abigail was pissed she immediately saw your predicament and began helping you pulling off each of the arms of your clothes 'why have you gotta be this way?' She spat as she produced a cloth and began cleaning up the mix of dirt and blood from your face making you wince from pain with how hard she rubbed, 'i dont know Abigail, it werent meant to go that way.

It just did and i couldnt not help my friends when theyre getting beaten','yea but i dont care about them y/n, i care about you and i dont want to have to bury you' you looked at her in bewilderment 'you ain't ever burying me, just stop being so dramatic' as soon as those words left your lips she harshly dragged the cloth over your possibly broken nose making you cry out in pain 'im just a concerned wife, why is that a crime, huh... i worry for our son seeing ya like this and how much pain your gunna be in tomorrow, so if thats me bein dramatic then.... hell thats me' she explained throwing her hands up in exasperation.

You chuckled as you gently grabbed her wrist pulling her to sit down next to you 'im a very lucky man/woman','youre damn right you are!' You both laughed at her comment, both interlocking your hands lovingly 'thank you, i mean it. I promise I'll do better for you and for Jack' her eyes met yours wide and besotted 'just dont get yourself killed... because, i love you y/n Morgan' you smiled resting your head onto hers taking in the sweet smell of her hair 'and plus the boy'll miss you','what about you?' You asked eyes returning to hers 'I'll be glad of the peace' she finished as you both burst into laughter.

[chimcharstar]

1-100 TELL ME ALL

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

1. What is you middle name?

Jesse

2. How old are you?

22

3. When is your birthday?

dec 9

4. What is your zodiac sign?

sagittarius

5. What is your favorite color?

purples

6. What’s your lucky number?

9

7. Do you have any pets?

no

8. Where are you from?

bc canada. my great grandparents are from russia

9. How tall are you?

5 something

10. What shoe size are you?

7?

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

3 that i actually use

12. What was your last dream about?

i dont remember my most recent one but i had a banger of a dream i described in another post

13. What talents do you have?

i think expressing myself, or music, i have some talent that needs discipline

14. Are you psychic in any way?

well i am a spiritual person, in a way. and growing up in a toxic drama filled family, i have Developed the Skill of guessing how people are feeling and what they are gonna do. and i analyze dreams. so not psychic but i am really interested and intuitive whats goin on in there

15. Favorite song?

for some reason https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oilVq8-F4_Q colours by roosevelt ive been obsessed with lately i just loop that shit. loop loop loop. blaringit into my ears and speedwalking down thestreet. the beat.!!!! i feel like I  took all the colours

16. Favorite movie?

spiderverse. i really enjoyed always be my maybe.

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

someone who doesnt make me feel like im Too Much

18. Do you want children?

not RIGHT NOW

19. Do you want a church wedding?

i have no idea actually. id want a special wedding definitely.

20. Are you religious?

yes, i honestly feel like i just come like this, i dont go by any books and i dont want to be associated with christians. if i be too religious i start getting the Bad Feelings

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

yes visiting sick relatives. and one in a psyche ward.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

i got a parking ticket

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

no. maybe i did and i had no idea who they were because id never heard of them

24. Baths or showers?

showers.

25. What color socks are you wearing?

alien socks that are green and black

26. Have you ever been famous?

no. what does that even mean !!!!

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

yes because money but noooooo. its hard when one person definitely doesnt like me. if im famous some people just wont like me and theres going to be more of them

28. What type of music do you like?

stuff with electric guitars in it. funk. bops. i cant get enough lately

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

no

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

one. and sometimes NONE. i dont fucking know why its just more comfortable. id lie down on a floor and pass out

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

i usually cant fall asleep unless im on my face with my arms tucked under me for warmpth and general log shape. after that though its chaos. dreamin

32. How big is your house?

BIG!!!!!! so many rooms. so many people. 

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

on a Functional day, cereal. not because its my favourite thing but it doesnt require a lot of attention and its easiest to tolerate. my appetite is just. like this

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

HELL no.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

in my child days i shot my hair elastics around and pretended i was fighting aliens. this is definitely archery.

36. Favorite clean word?

i dont really think about words like that. pizza is a nice word.

37. Favorite swear word?

bitch. its really fun to say.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

not all that long. if i was up the entire night i am usually sleeping in midday no matter where i am. ive disappointed many teachers. its called not caring.

39. Do you have any scars?

yes, but theres no dramatic stories to them, just me not leaving scratches and bites alone as a kid. they look kind of cool though. and theyre so mysterious. youd think id have scars from self harm but no.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

i believe so...

41. Are you a good liar?

yes, when i am 100% like morally committed to lying.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

NO. my thought process is: its rude to assume someone is going to behave badly, and they will be offended and have hurt feelings if you anticipate that. i have to like. treat everyone with exactly the same respect unless theyre a dick. otherwise its being judgmental. and it ends up as naïveté. but im okay with that . the price of being a good person

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

i could do a british one once i guess LOL and it looks like now ive Absorbed a mexican accent but i never really try to talk in other accents

44. Do you have a strong accent?

i dont know how to answer this

45. What is your favorite accent?

idk i like new things i havent heard before. and thinking about how other languages work. theres a lot of different accents at my work and i honestly enjoy listening to them

46. What is your personality type?

that.... INFJ. see. psychic

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

one of the gay jackets

48. Can you curl your tongue?

dont think so

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

innie

50. Left or right handed?

left

51. Are you scared of spiders?

depends. i had these big house spiders in my dungeon at my parents house, and id just be “hi” and set them free. but if i see one where im not expecting it i might yell a lot and tell everyone and run around and then set it free

52. Favorite food?

tacos from my old work. i was indeed. screaming, lost in the sauce. i waited until i was away from the restaurant because i knew all my dignity would vanish

53. Favorite foreign food?

idk... i need to eat more curry. i need more curryin my life. bring it on.

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

clean

55. Most used phrased?

“this slaps” i feel like ive been saying that a lot

56. Most used word?

I

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

a whole entire fucking hour (when i wake up) otherwise 5min

58. Do you have much of an ego?

i do, but i hide it. 

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

chomp chomp. i am not a patient man.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

yes, when i know no ones around, or when im not worried about seeming like a crazy person at work

61. Do you sing to yourself?

nah

62. Are you a good singer?

no. i can sing and it sound okay.  nice even. but good??? like beautiful?????? no.

63. Biggest Fear?

someone dying, natural disaster, new illness

64. Are you a gossip?

maybe. i feel like i have the Tendencies and then im like “am i being a bad person right now”. i want to know the deets though.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

i Simply Dont Have the Attention for Those

66. Do you like long or short hair?

BOTH . long hair is more fun to draw. short hair is hot

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

fuck no. why would i. fuck off. i dont care about your states.

68. Favorite school subject?

ART ART AR T

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

introerverte

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

no

71. What makes you nervous?

people who are not Definitely Cheerful

72. Are you scared of the dark?

no. unless i think about things to scare myself on purpose

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

no unless they need to know. because im not a fucking ANIMAL

74. Are you ticklish?

depends. i can be not ticklish if im determined.

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

i dont think so... i started a rumor i was from mars

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

maybe i was supposed to train some girls and then i probably didnt do a great job and they didnt listen. they say my job now is somewhat authority and im like...... ok...... 

77. Have you ever drank underage?

no

78. Have you ever done drugs?

no

79. Who was your first real crush?

someone whos OUTTA MY LIFE

80. How many piercings do you have?

two? i got them pierecd at claires lmao and i didnt get an infection because im  so salty. then i took them out because they were from claries

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

hell yes

82. How fast can you type?

so fucking fast. faster than my work finder helper. im fast im very fast

83. How fast can you run?

IM VERY FAST

84. What color is your hair?

orange

85. What color is your eyes?

green

86. What are you allergic to?

im still trying to figure that out. whatever it is gives me hives

87. Do you keep a journal?

yes. so i can get better at handwriting and just talking in general and hear what my voice sounds like. and to have a space away from other peoples needs and pressures

88. What do your parents do?

my mom is a stay at home mom and my dad shoots pop bottles into the sky

89. Do you like your age?

sure

90. What makes you angry?

everything. cabbage. i swore about cabbage for a long time the other day. i am just full of anger. 

91. Do you like your own name?

YES. i mean i chose it i better. honestly my first name ......... i feel self conscious about it sometimes. i think it was the only name for me though. it wasnt the ideal most wonderful namei could find because those didnt fit, it was MY name.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

im going to have two sons and im naming them brick and rusty.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

yeah, i want a boy a girl

94. What are you strengths?

my strengths doing all 100 questions, this is serious muscles

95. What are your weaknesses?

the exhaustion of jumping from one question to the next especially when they are vague. im not complaining this was my idea

96. How did you get your name?

i pfound it in the baby name book and i was lie  “hey yyy, i saw that name in black beauty, lets use it for my gay coded villain what the hell!”

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

no but i did have some ancestors who lives i a mansions andhad fucking SERVANTS. before you call me problematic my other part of family was like sewing things and not going to school 

98. Do you have any scars?

weve been over this. when im older im going to get a cool scar fighting a dragon

99. Color of your bedspread?

pink, white, blue

100. Color of your room?

white

[unproduciblesmackdown]

like just now on twitter its trending that someone finally got acquitted of defending himself from being attacked by white nationalists over half a year ago...takes that long to figure out if he ought to be blamed for being attacked

plenty of women are still jailed for defending themselves against domestic abuse (this is reminding me of a keith knight comic i think i have on hand & will post if i do) while people will also trash on ppl who “tolerate” longtime abuse because they shouldn’t have Allowed it in the first place, they shouldve left, they should fight back. but if they fight back theyre potentially up for criminal charges, sure, thats fine. and you know god forbid an abused woman have children because then she’s a bad mom too for allowing her kids to be exposed to that, if she was a good parent she’d take the kids (how) and leave (where) and effortlessly be able to support them and seamlessly give them just as good as—no, actually, an even better quality of life. and when she can’t she’s equally condemnable for not wishing a system of support into existence and not getting a job as if one worker can support even themselves alone adequately anymore and when she has a job and doesnt have as much time to spend with her children or god forbid has to work illegally to actually get enough money...well anyways obviously the problem always is that you shouldnt have been poor or abused or not white or not in the right place at the right time always or etc etc etc

like i left home overnight b/c i was abused and of course i didnt have some alternate version of a stable home and supportive family just sitting around out there, which is always part of what holds you off, and shockingly when i left home i was homeless & that immediately is criminalized and it was funny b/c i’d step into work and be accepted as just another person in that context but i go outside & try to find places to be that’s not in my car b/c if you’re walking around looking normal its fine unless you were playing pokemon go w everyone else at night and the rich people got annoyed & also i’d like to go to movies. but then at night my existence is inherently criminal and i’m having to dodge the cops who like to keep things nice at their discretion for the rich white neighborhoods & just what a stunning development that i can’t automatically thrive in an economy where even fulltime jobs dont give you enough to have a place to live and i dont have family to fall back on and i was already suicidal since idek when & was never allowed to exist just as myself or develop ambitions or wants besides surviving. but i shouldve magically been able to thrive the moment i stepped outside my abusive house & everything shouldve seemed accessible to me and the system works and i guess i shouldve magically conjured up somewhere to go overnight!! not like i didnt try to get an apartment and land a $700 depressing studio in the middle of winter w terrible heating insulation so i was searching for a job while trying to keep warm w blankets and tea and baths and makeshift hot water bottles & eating as little as possible & ultimately just bleeding abt 2.5k and finally snagging a job just before having to retreat into the trunk of my car as my personal quarters. like i was even lucky to have the damn car paid off and in my name, and also lucky it was a minivan (more room).

like who would tell me that i shouldve stayed in my parents home w the lifelong abuse? ppl probably would blame me if i had & doubtlessly blame me for not leaving any earlier. and yet how many people would then 100% fit whatever subsequently happened to me as being my own fault if i hadnt found a world of success and met their definition as an acceptable person with an acceptable life. well you shouldve done x y and z like its easy and anybody can and if nobody’s got their hand on your throat why can’t you do anything that comes into your head? b/c why face the fact that there’s social problems that just might have to affect them too, when they have become gold medalist mental gymnasts at fitting everything that happens to people as their own fault, if you deserved to succeed you would, if you deserve to live you will

like it is just baffling to me how readily ppl accept like, that homeless ppl on the street just need to be somewhere else where nobody has to see them. b/c i know they consider them immediately criminal and dangerous and inferior and diseased and completely a different species but like. where do you expect them to go. to shut them out from society is tantamount to saying you want them to die, and you really do, but you still see yourself as a good person and you still think this is A Christian Nation

like love to know exactly what ppl think i shouldve done. nobody wants you around when youre homeless, for sure. automatically a burden subjected to this incredible level of scrutiny about whether you can justify existing even though i was the same ol loser w some random part time job as ever, yet also now having to freeze or sweat my ass off nigh every night. the latter of which was the problem, how dare i. i should literally be in jail. meanwhile i get a bit of a reprieve when i go into work and so far as anyone knows Not be homeless, and eat my one meal of the day at the end of the shift sitting quietly in a corner trying to see some nice memes and spend a few more minutes not in the elements while coworkers josh me with increasingly thinly veiled contempt to go home & talk abt how wild it is that the homeless guy who hunkers down at the intersection each night turns out to be able to read. how could someone who’s literate end up homeless. i mean i’m sure he didnt choose it but

[qtlitoang3l]

Wedding Timeline

6.22.19 - got engaged ! ❤

6.27 - Indian Ponds & Lakeview tours

6.29 - Tours w/ beebe

7.1 - Chose Indian Ponds ! 10/24/2020 😍

7.7 - dropped IP 😕 $$$$

7.8 - toured Ming's Seafood Restaurant . WHAT A GOOD DEAL ! costs half the price of IP , $50/case of beer per table, $20/bottle of wine per table, open bar, & 10/10/2020 !! 😍

7.9 - DEPOSIT IN ! ITS OFFICIAL , FINALLYY !! ✔

7.12 - took a few days off from wedding planning cuz it was stressing beebe out 😥 poor beebe 💔 however !! he is on another vacation this weekend so hopefully that eases his mind a lil bit . miami baby !! ive also worked on my own bridal stuff like putting together bridesmaids proposal boxes ! 😍 theyre so cute but they barely fit all the stuff i bought 😶 haha . i got them wine mugs , bath bombs , kylie cosmetics , mac lipsticks , candles , soaps , ring pops , OPI nail polish , and godiva chocolate ! all with a cute calendar with our wedding date "hearted" on 😍❤ and this is only part 1 !! i still wanna gift them cute bags and robes for the wedding day , but that'll be done later .

of course they have no idea yet 🙊 im seeing my maid of honor tomorrow so she'll be the first to ask ! 😍

anyways .. ive been missing beebe a lot . feel like we barely get quality time together cuz we've been so busy with work , plans , weddings (ours & others') , etc . well .. im happy we both have each other 😊 through all the stress , i still love you at the end of the day and i wouldnt go through all this craziness without you . ❤

7.13 - Pauline's MOH gift given 😊 DJ/photobooth/lights/monogram ✔

7.14 - Liz & Julie's Bridesmaid gift given 😊 Meeting with Linh, the florist and designer.

7.27 - Aimee's gift given 😊

8.2 - the photographer if my dreams had to drop out :( i was so sad for a while .

8.7 - set up a meeting with my photographer friend phi . 😊

8.11 - meeting with Phi, our photographer/videographer

8.18 - tony met my family , while Tri came to visit

8.19 - deposit for Linh paid ✔

8.20 - deposit for Phi paid ✔

10.13 - engagement photoshoot

11.29 - booked my first bridal dress shopping appt 😍

12.8 - Alexandra's Boutique

12.11 - Precious Memories and Vows

12.14 - Babe FINALLY chooses his 6 groomsmen

12.18 - AB appt #2 to try on Dress #1 😍 AND I SAID YES TO THE DRESS !!!

1.2.20 - booked my bachelorette trip to Miami !!! 🌊🏖️🐚👙

1.17.20 - Finally received our engagement photos after 3 reminders! 😒 Website looking good!

1.18 - Mom showed me my ao dai 😍

2.4 - AO DAI CAME IN!! it's more beautiful in person !! 😍❤️

2.28 - Canvases came in 😍

3.1 - Invitations shopping begins!

3.11 - Wedding band ordered!!! 😱💍 (Etsy - $256)

3.15 - In laws met the parentals at the venue we are getting married at 😍❤️

3.18 - Wedding Invitations ordered! 😍❤️

3.22 - Guest book ordered! Liz took her veil out and decided to let me wear it for my wedding!! 😍❤️ We also worked hard on our wedding website today. It's coming together!! 🥰

3.26 - WEDDING BAND CAME IN!!! ❤️❤️❤️💍

3.30 - Invitations came in 😍❤️ Mom kept the first one 🥰

5.20 - bridesmaids dresses info sent out to the girls!! 😍♥️

5.28 - Bridesmaids dresses - orders done ! MY WEDDING DRESS CAME IN !!! 😍 Try On 6/10 @ 3 pm ❤️❤️❤️

6.10 - PICKED UP MY DRESS !!! 😍❤️ I wish time would slow down , I'm never going to have these moments ever again 💔

6.27 - Had to reschedule our reception.. #covidsucks but it was the best decision for family and friends . Looking forward to 5/15/2021!

6.30 - ALL of our vendors were available for the new date!! how are we so lucky?! 😍❤️

7.2 - 100 more days❤️ Also started looking for cake vendors!

7.3 -Dropped off dress to get it altered/hemmed @ Timmy the Tailor in Stoughton

7.15 - Tried Party Favors wedding cakes! Coconut is so good!

7.17 - Meeting #2 with Father Linh, wedding template given

7.22 - Picked up bridesmaids dresses!! They came so fast!!

7.29 - BABE TRIED ON HIS TUX !!! 😍❤️ sooooo handsome , I can't wait to marry this man 😍😍😍 ; also bought unity candles after 2 cancellations 😂

8.1 - Cake tasting @ Icing on the Cake, Tailor Appt #2 -- LOVED the experience at IOTC ! Just need Liz and Julie to come with me to learn how to bustle my dress .

8.7 - Paid deposit for IOTC - dream wedding cake in the works !! 😍

8.8 - EVENING GOWN ACQUIRED from Grandasia! 😍❤️ IM SO IN LOVE !! ❤️❤️

8.9 - Dropped off the last bridesmaids dress !! and showed demi my evening gown 😍 AND paid off the flowers to Linh!! 💐❤️

8.19 - GOT SO MUCH DONE ! sent program to my mom, bought the welcome sign, hand sanitizers and labels, baskets for them, re-signed contracts, got updates from phi, sent schedules for phi and linh, etc. Now that’s left are a few things! Almost there!! :D

9.5 - Finally the girls got their dresses done AND i brought home my dress from the tailor's ! showed it to my mom and left it in her room with the tail laid out so it doesn't wrinkle . idk if that was a good idea or not , I hope she's not crying every night knowing that her lil daughter ain't so lil no more 😂

9.7 - Jewelry Shopping w/ mom !! looove my earrings!!

9.9 - the rest of the jewelry came in 😍❤️ #swarovski

9.10 - 30 MORE DAYS!!! ❤️❤️❤️

9.24 - requested change in address 😱

9.25 - Apply for Marriage License at 3 pm!! 😍❤️

9.30 - YAYYY CERTIFICATE ACQUIRED!!! 😍❤️

[punkscowardschampions]

Drew & Carly

Drew: doing my head in Carly: record time Carly: wanna swap seats Drew: funny Drew: sitting next to ro, remember, not ali Carly: shes alright Drew: don't think she's down Drew: soz babe Carly: ha Carly: k but shes not dtf you either Carly: poor baby Drew: fuck off Drew: how would you know Carly: your mood is a giveaway Carly: i kno when youre frustrated boy Drew: bet I won't be by the time this trip is over Carly: idc Carly: make that bet w your gf Drew: lies Drew: poor baby Drew: don't reckon she'd appreciate that Carly: ha Carly: why would i lie Drew: 'cos even if you do care, can't have what you want Carly: i can fuck you whenever i want Carly: rn if i wanted to Drew: weren't talking 'bout me Drew: but nah Carly: k Carly: now youre lying Drew: nope Carly: you didnt come into my inbox to cry about your gf Carly: or did you & your that lad now Carly: embarrassing Drew: don't be a bitch Drew: looking for some peace and quiet is that so much to ask Carly: from me yea Carly: you kno i dont do quiet Carly: not w you Drew: ha Drew: cute Carly: & true Carly: arent you bored Carly: dont you wanna have some fun this trip Drew: i told you i'm going to Drew: w ro Carly: yea Carly: get out my inbox then i gotta make my own Carly: plenty of lads on this coach Drew: and girls Carly: nah Carly: back to boys you kno Drew: shame Drew: good times Carly: yea but youre boring now Drew: fuck off Drew: nah i ain't Drew: ali is Carly: tell your missus Carly: ali can still party Drew: not with us Carly: yea Carly: if she wanted Carly: youre the one on a chain Drew: i do what i want Drew: whenever i want Carly: do something then Carly: be fun Drew: whaddya want me to do on this packed coach Carly: the bathroom is free Carly: but k youre too scared to start the party Drew: not scared Drew: just not a moron Carly: k Carly: ill ask someone else Drew: u do that Drew: know it won't be as good as me Carly: ha Carly: maybe used to be Carly: reckon youve lost your touch Carly: married life will do that like Drew: you reckon? Drew: you wish Carly: i kno Carly: its written on you Carly: bored & boring Carly: you couldnt turn me on now Drew: yea yea yea Drew: otherwise written all over your face, babe Carly: ha no Carly: check me out as much as you want you wont see that Drew: so up yourself Carly: cuz im not gonna waste my time w you k Carly: my das more fun than you rn Drew: know you're a traveller like Drew: but that's sick Carly: you cant even slag me off proper these days Carly: who are you Carly: sad Drew: 'cos I don't need another bird doing my head in Drew: all chat but you're the same as her, like Carly: fuck off Carly: nothing ive said i wouldnt follow through on Carly: youre the one thats being a pussy Drew: yeah? well you're a nag Drew: I don't wanna fuck you, get off my dick Carly: get out my inbox Carly: you came pouting to me Drew: 'scuse me for thinking you were different Carly: what do you want boy? Drew: forget it Carly: nah Carly: ask for it Drew: Already did Drew: just be a laugh, yeah, don't get on at me Carly: k Carly: whats in it for me tho? Carly: genuinely asking Drew: idk Drew: didn't promise there was Carly: least youve finally stopped lying Drew: ugh Drew: thought we were getting somewhere girl Carly: im only saying Carly: dont get in a mood Drew: i ain't Drew: who are u sharing a room with Carly: nobody Carly: the numbers are off Drew: lucky Carly: you should be more like me & people wouldnt wanna share w you Drew: always have caleb Drew: banging on and on about his girl Carly: no thanks Drew: didn't think so Drew: nightmare Carly: welcome to the other bed Carly: unless your gonna call me a nympho over it Drew: teachers won't be down but might take you up on that Carly: idc Carly: dont think they were down for me being on this trip Carly: but i paid my money Drew: yeah, that's all they care about Drew: though they were all out there with the behave or you'll get kicked threats Drew: standard Carly: yea Carly: try & send me back home my ma & da arent there Carly: be very irresponsible like Drew: they never are Drew: but they don't need to know that Carly: news to them i had a passport Drew: yeah, only last 5 years don't they? Drew: guess when you was 10 they couldn't always piss off without ya Carly: ha Carly: youre funny when youre not sulking Drew: shut up Drew: 'cos you're alright when you're not being a bitch Carly: ive not been a bitch to you since i was making you work for your 3way Drew: well that was hot so acceptable Carly: k so i can be a bitch if im hot yea Carly: ill remember that Drew: goes without saying Drew: fit girls can get away with anything Carly: so you do think im fit Drew: you know you are Carly: yea but idk what you think Drew: gotta keep you guessing, babe Carly: please Drew: please what? Carly: please do Carly: im bored Drew: same Carly: i can pass you my water bottle if you want Carly: all i could smuggle tho Drew: realtalk Drew: no one's smuggling over borders Drew: not worth the aggro Drew: you'll get stuff here no doubt, i'm losing a week's wages 😒 Carly: its a holiday Carly: itll be worth it Carly: especially if you arent all talk Carly: your gf be losing her v like Drew: i ain't but she is Drew: gonna be hard to get her to 🤐 but if anyone can Carly: in it for the challenge Carly: i get it now Drew: what's to get Drew: she's hot Carly: k Carly: but uptight Drew: better than loose Carly: nah Carly: dont tell me you dont want a girl whod let you do anything Drew: not if she's let every cunt do the same, nah Drew: besides, can train a girl like Ro Carly: she isnt stupid enough to blindly follow commands Carly: or you around Drew: 🤔 we'll see Drew: not that its stupid Drew: i'm not fun to be around? Carly: you were Carly: before you got a wife Drew: not asking for ya Drew: but see, you know what you're missing Carly: youre a good fuck ive never denied it Carly: fun when you want Drew: exactly Drew: its Ro's turn to find out Carly: so go chat her up Carly: you love foreplay Drew: don't reckon she wants her first time to be in the coach toilets Carly: ha Carly: didnt mean you had to do it now boy Drew: you know Drew: work fast Carly: yea Carly: thats romance Carly: dont keep a girl waiting Drew: I am capable Drew: if the situation calls Carly: dont waste that info on me Drew: never Carly: seat swap w me tho Carly: up the front is not a party Carly: you throw up once cuz your hanging & get stuck there for life Drew: 😂 Drew: diddums Drew: alright Drew: can chat up woodfield Drew: caleb will be buzzin' Carly: shes got a body under those new jeans Carly: a goer i reckon Drew: you would Drew: only boys my arse 😏 Carly: gotta do something Carly: bored enough to break a few rules Drew: i see u Drew: MY girlfriend, remember? Carly: what do you think you see Drew: just sayin', asking to move, then saying you're gonna lez off Drew: not that thick 😂 Carly: but obvious Carly: as fantasies go you could do better Drew: been there Drew: done that Carly: not w her Carly: shes no ali but thats mean Drew: again, doubt she'll want you there to help with the devirginizing Drew: try not to take it person Carly: i dont wanna be there Carly: the first time is always shit Drew: nah Drew: not with me Carly: ha Carly: youre not that good Drew: pshhh Drew: don't be bitter Carly: im not Carly: its facts Carly: shell be so nervous youll be lucky if you get more than the tip in Carly: probs shes a crier too Drew: shut up Carly: its not your bad Carly: just how it is Carly: itll get better Carly: maybe good Drew: well it's off-putting Drew: men don't need to know about that stuff Drew: keep it to yourselves Carly: k Carly: just trying to help you be more than all chat Drew: yeah right Drew: like you wanna help her Carly: why wouldnt i Carly: i said shes alright Drew: still, no need to be that charitable Drew: why d'you care? Carly: not offering to warm her up for you babe Carly: ive probs hung out w her more than you have Carly: why shouldnt i care Drew: 'cos she ain't your girlfriend Drew: between me and her, not the fucking committee Carly: unlike you i can care about people im not fucking Drew: 🙄 Drew: whatevs Carly: why do you care if i talk about her or not Carly: that i kno her Drew: 'cos i know what girls are like Drew: always talking Carly: me and her arent bffs Carly: i wouldnt be talking to you if we were Drew: i'd hope not Carly: so dont cry Carly: im not telling her anything Drew: stop acting like you give a shit then Carly: im not acting anything Carly: thats all you babe Drew: fuck off Carly: nowhere to go Carly: busy coach remember Carly: what do you get out of being w her? Carly: she doesnt put out & she does your head in Carly: why bother Carly: there are other virgins in town, i think Drew: idk Drew: she's nice Carly: that it Drew: nah Drew: she's good girlfriend material Drew: you can see, idk why you want me to sing her praises to you Drew: masochist, like 😂 Carly: im only asking Carly: why dont you wanna sing her praises to everyone Drew: i'm not that sorta bloke Drew: cringe Carly: yea Carly: its sweet tho Drew: if you say so Drew: just makes me feel 🤢 Carly: ha Carly: better get up the front boy Drew: deffo Drew: any escape from the caleb and ali show Carly: true Carly: ms woodfield will distract you Carly: shes looking thirsty might offer her a drink Drew: queue for that toilet getting longer by the minute Carly: yea Carly: as if caleb & ali arent in there Carly: slacking Carly: like i taught her nothing Drew: probs just jerk him off in the seats like Drew: not backrow coolkids but still pretty standard Carly: aw Carly: cute Drew: how is that cute Carly: theyre in love Carly: dont be jealous Carly: youd like it if your girl offered to do you Drew: no they ain't Drew: she was with you not that long ago Drew: be on to the next soon Carly: nah Carly: she loves him & its mutual Drew: things change Drew: we don't need to make a song and dance every time someone gets with someone else like Carly: who is Carly: its no big Carly: but its still happening Drew: i'd rather just ignore it 'til it goes away Drew: not like you up in my business 😜 Carly: im not up in any part of you Carly: relax Drew: mhmm Drew: lie harder Carly: nah Carly: i wanna be but im not Carly: facts Carly: id be lying if i said i didnt want you Drew: i know Drew: prove it though Carly: how Carly: what do you want me to do Drew: brave the queue 🤳 Carly: k Carly: [Sends pics and video also because she knows he can't watch it in front of the squad] Drew: tease Drew: swap seats with me so ms woodfield can watch too Carly: prick Carly: youre a bigger tease than me tho Drew: no way Drew: i got the evidence to prove it now Carly: if i was a tease id have given you nothing Carly: let you sweat it Carly: like you are to me Drew: you ain't asked for anything Carly: but you kno what i want Carly: give me something Drew: [Sends ab pic that was just his last Insta] Carly: come on Carly: dont be like that Drew: what? Carly: such an arsehole Carly: im not begging Drew: 😂✌

[primadonnatartuffe]

RYAN: -tonight is the night ryan would fall off the wagon after spending way too long in a bar singing, fending off offers to buy her drinks as well as her own impulses. but this is what happens when you put yourself in these kinds of locations. it was only a matter of time.- 

RYAN: -pain pills are easy enough to come by, and even easier to choke down when you're drunk. a wild evening results in ryan making her usual commute back home, late at night, on her own... making her an easy target for a mugging.- 

RYAN: -things get a little hazy after that point. but she remembers seeing jack arrive on the scene before blacking out.- 

RYAN: -... and then she woke up, back at the bar where it all began. she snorts awake from a puddle of drool with the bar tender tapping her head and telling her they're closing. she had a half finished drink which apparently made her both sleepy and guilty enough to pass out and have some kind of shitty nightmare. or... something. regardless, it's time to make the trek home, but her mind is still buzzing.- 

RYAN: -she's been having an awful lot of realistic dreams lately. way more than she has her entire life. jack seems to play a role in a considerable number of them, but she finds it unsettling in this case. this isn't her idealizing him rescuing her. it's more like... a very plausible thing if he ever saw her getting into trouble in one of his visions. and the idea of that makes her feel incredibly guilty.- 

RYAN: -she snaps out of her thoughts long enough to notice she's coming upon the alley from her dream. it would be wise to avoid it, but she wants to prove to herself it was just a dream... it would all be alright, like every other evening. and besides, she'd be on her toes anyway. she can fend for herself. still, her heart races as she turns down that street.-

JACK: -It's a feeling that creeps up his spine and settles with a heavy weight in his mind. Nagging and insistent, Jack knows no rest until he's forced to emerge from his apartment and pace the Skaian streets. He knows this feeling by now, like tuning into a radio station full of scenarios that chill his blood in a terribly familiar way.- 

JACK: -He can practically taste the dread in his mouth. His hands feel for a pack tucked into the pocket of his windbreaker until he's fishing out the cig he's searching for. Before too long, Jack has it tucked between his teeth. The tobacco burning in a (failed) hope of stowing off the metallic tang on his tongue.- 

JACK: -While his feet carry him down the turns of concrete and crosswalks, images begin to press to the blanket of sightlessness that were his eyes. Taking him an hour, half an hour, moments into the future. Stringlets of fate belonging to complete strangers, they paint Jack's surroundings to perfect clarity. He can See the darkened street where Ryan turns. Her steps hobbled and uncertain, the very opposite of sober.- 

JACK: -He also Sees when the three figures depart from the bar, having watched Ryan the whole time she'd spent drinking and then finally leaving on her own. A few seconds of context and clairvoyant observation left Jack knowing their intention. They were faceless, strangers in his visions, except for Ryan. Her face he would recognize anywhere and he realizes... He doesn't have much time to revel in the picturesque details he'd been missing out on.- 

JACK: -And so Jack takes a short cut, cutting straight through an alley where he might intercept Ryan on the other side. No need for conflict if he can avoid it. His hand shoots out to catch her at the elbow.- (Ryan.)

RYAN: -as alert as she tries to be, naturally she's glancing around nervously in all directions except the one jack suddenly emerges from. she feels his hand on her, stirring up a yelp and a startled jump.- JESUS FUCK. 

RYAN: -her heart beats right out of her chest and it only starts to settle when she recognizes the dimly lit figure beside her.- (jack???) 

RYAN: (what are you doing here?) -she doesn't sound entirely clueless, but she asks it all the same.-

JACK: -He can sense the group's balk in the distance as they see his interception of Ryan. But it'll only be a moment, just long enough for Jack to take her by the hand and zip further into the alley.- (No time.)

JACK: -Navigates with surprising finesse for a blind guy. Managing to avoid crates, broken bottles, garbage cans, anything that will cut it close to an encounter with their would-be pursuers. Within a few minutes, Jack is pulling Ryan in... only to duck with her into the archway of a backway door. The locked from the outside kind, probably belonging to the grounded restaurant kitchen beyond. His visions told him as much.- 

JACK: -He keeps a hand to her, hushing her while he listened and searched the immediate future. They were certainly out of sight now...-

RYAN: -alright, so much for her calming down. she sputters one last incoherent protest before the pair of them bob and weave through the alley's obstacles. this is all too fucking Real, she thinks, and it certainly doesn't quell her paranoid fears that what she saw was, in some way, her fate.- 

RYAN: -they linger in the archway, but the pause does nothing to quiet her racing thoughts or the unpleasant churn of anxiety in her stomach. she looks to jack, leaning into him a little to try to relax and trust that whatever is going on, he's got it under control better than she does. because what the fuck???- 

RYAN: -exhales after a moment and turns towards him to hiss a whisper.- (we got time now?)

JACK: -As the prospect of danger fades, so does his pseudo-ability to see. Everything takes to the comfort of pitch black and once again, Jack is left alone with the hush of Ryan's voice in his ear. The smell of booze is on her breath, the same way the cigarette smell must be clinging to his own clothes.- 

JACK: -his hand releases her and finds its way to her shoulder, squeezing at her in a way he hopes is reassuring.- Yes. 

JACK: We'll give it another minute or two. -talks as if they're avoiding something like a sudden bout of rain instead of... what just could have been.-

RYAN: alright. -she fidgets, but manages to collect herself as quiet returns between them. there are things she'd like to say that she isn't sure how.- 

RYAN: ... jack? i uh... 

RYAN: -sighs- there were guys following me. right?

JACK: -There's no point in lying... but he doesn't like the tension in her voice either. Despite everything, he would still prefer not to take it as what it could have been but rather what it is now. Ryan, safe because of his own intervention. He would count his lucky stars if he could.- 

JACK: There were.

JACK: But safe to say, they're gone now. -blinks and kind of registers their proximity of one another. Crossing his arms, Jack turns to lean back against the door instead, lining her shoulder up by his own.- Lucky break.

RYAN: ... i knew about them. 

RYAN: but i didnt think it would actually happen. 

RYAN: i mean... fuck. -runs a hand through her hair.- how do i put this? 

RYAN: -she turns her head to look at him again, confused and scared, but if anyone would understand, it had to be him... right?- i keep having these dreams. theyre always about me... things that happen to me. and they feel so real. but they never... theyve never happened. 

RYAN: i saw those guys coming after me. but even in that dream it was different. 

RYAN: ... i dunno. maybe its just a coincidence. im basically a sitting duck walking out here on my own.

JACK: Not always, you know. Just this one time. -gently nudges her with an elbow. He can't see how confused and fearful her expression is, but he can certainly hear it in her words. Jack opts to keep a cool head.- When did you have this dream.

RYAN: -scoffs and nudges him back.- just earlier today. 

RYAN: at the bar. 

RYAN: ... after i drank a little. 

RYAN: i guess i fell asleep.

JACK: -falls quiet and thoughtful at that, focusing on the circumstance. It was unique to say the least and one he couldn't help but identify with.- Is this a recent thing? You say dreams in the plural sense of the word.

RYAN: -nods slowly- yeah. for the past... month or so? 

RYAN: theyre usually about... shit like this. 

RYAN: me making poor decisions or getting into trouble or... 

RYAN: uhh... -glances off, flustered when she remembers the bulk of the things she dreams about. whoops.- mostly just that.

JACK: -strokes a thumb at his chin, nodding. Ohhh if he knew what she was thinking.- It's interesting. 

JACK: But something you can't expect to know the ins and outs of right away. 

JACK: I would suggest you take it with a grain of salt. Maybe... -drops the cane from his sylladex, weighing it in one hand for a moment.- Try not to tempt fate so often. 

JACK: The dreams are there for a reason.

RYAN: mrgg. well that much is obvious to me. -rubs at her head, feeling annoyed with herself when she reflects back on all these potential disasters she's gotten herself into. but of course, not everything she dreams about is regrettable.- 

RYAN: sometimes thats easier said than done. 

RYAN: but hey. im trying to be wiser. 

RYAN: -glances down at the ground, then loops her arm with his.- youre walking home with me of course.

JACK: I can't see an instance where I don't. -ba dum tshh. He's glad to take her arm in his and takes the lead out of the alley way. Truly homefree.- I don't suppose you mean my home. Or yours.

RYAN: -HOME IS WHEREVER I'M WITH YOOOOUUU.- 

RYAN: well... technically were closer to my place from here but. 

RYAN: i think id rather crash with you. if thats alright.

JACK: I won't oppose you... -when it comes time for them to take that street turn, Jack leads them on.- But on a more serious note. 

JACK: I'm also going to suggest you stay away from the kareoke bars a while. 

JACK: It's... not an easy thing. Relapsing. -squeezes at her wrist a little. As if reminding.-

RYAN: yeah... -as he squeezes her wrist, she finds herself drifting closer to him, brushing elbows.- 

RYAN: guess thatd count as making wiser decisions. 

RYAN: -she quiets, her train of thought bringing her away from him again, though she keeps her hand on his arm.- im... sorry jack.

JACK: -a smile quirks on his face as their elbows brush.- No need to be. 

JACK: I was here this time. I'd say if anything, this night turned out well. It's what's real and it's what matters.

RYAN: -that answer surprises her a little, but it's a relief.- i guess so... 

RYAN: i just dont wanna worry you. that you gotta hunt me down like that. 

RYAN: im... trying.

JACK: If anyone knows how hard you're trying, it's me. -says, squeezing at her knuckles now.- And I won't worry either. 

JACK: I can put off pre-mature grays for only so long.

RYAN: -that makes her smile and she returns to leaning against him, taking his hand up in hers just to squeeze back.- fair. 

RYAN: i can rest assured knowing youre gonna look good gray too. -snickers-

JACK: You know for a fact? -sounds bemused- 

JACK: I don't suppose your dreams tell you as much.

RYAN: i mean its hard to go wrong. 

RYAN: youre somehow pulling off this disheveled gives no fucks look after all. -ruffles his hair with her free hand.-

JACK: Thank you. -smiles, glad for the hair mussings.- 

JACK: The secret is forgetting that combs exist from time to time. At least twice a week.

RYAN: oh yeah. at the very least. id be surprised if you even own one anymore. -the closer they get to jack's place, the more her heart rate quickens. she worries if this is real, and if she's going to do something she shouldn't again. it's only a matter of time before that becomes a reality too, isn't it? she tries to tell herself it's probably in her head, but it doesn't stop the anxiety.- 

RYAN: ... by the way thanks for letting me stay with you so often. i know neither of you would wanna turn me away but you know. i appreciate being welcome all the time. -shrugs a little.-

JACK: -It's just like Ryan to shrug off an honest sentiment. So the blind guy leads the buzzed girl up the stairs and it goes about as well as one expects. He nods, holding her hand and feeling up the stair rails with the free hand.- 

JACK: If it was your house, you would be doing the same for me. -touches the first door but it's obviously not their house. He guides Ryan all the way to the third. He begins fiddling with his keys to get the door unlocked.- I personally enjoy having space to my own. 

JACK: No moms or dads staying up late to make sure I'm home in one piece. I appreciate their concern but nine times out of ten, I'm perfectly fine. -rambles the whole way into the house. Predictably, Audrey the pitbull greets them with a sniff and a boop of her nose at their hands. Oh yeah. Jack should probably release that now.-

RYAN: -NEVER. but it's alright, her hands are now occupied giving this pup pets.- tell me about it... 

RYAN: one of these days ill have my own place again. or i can room with someone i guess. since russet suggested it i kinda feel compelled to resist it with all my being. 

RYAN: plus i just... ya know. dont wanna burden anybody until im in a better place. 

RYAN: ... but then again i guess im kinda doing that already without necessarily burdening anybody so hey. 

RYAN: not that im suggesting i room with yall but uh yeah thats just where my train of thought took me. 

RYAN: ... -wanders inside, but she's lingering a little awkwardly like she isn't sure if she wants to sit or not.-

JACK: All the couch needs is a plaque with your name on it. -He doesn't seem to mind that she lingers, shuffling off for his kitchen like he is. After a few minutes and from the smell of it, Jack is making himself a mug of hot chocolate.- I know Sage would like the prospect of extended sleepovers.

RYAN: -belatedly decides to hover, joining him in the kitchen.- heh. without a doubt. 

RYAN: hey... make me one. -prods at him.-

JACK: -lets her have this drink he's already done preparing.- Fine. -gets to making himself another. Feeling around a cabinet for another mug.- 

JACK: I think you should consider a roommate though. It's a system that works wonders on Sage and I. Hell. 

JACK: It's best if you can find someone you can fuss at the same way they fuss at you. That way you don't feel like it's a burdening dynamic. It's how it works for us.

RYAN: -scoffs...- oh wait youre serious. 

RYAN: i dunno if i know anyone that i can fuss at. pretty much everyone i know has their shit together waaay more than i do. -sips the chocolate as she leans against a counter and thinks about this.-

JACK: It helps not to make those assumptions. -stirs the powder into the hot water with a spoon.- But again. 

JACK: Just an idea.

RYAN: :P 

RYAN: its something to consider i guess. maybe ill get lucky. or however that works.

JACK: You could ask your dreams about it. -licks the spoon, tapping it at his mouth in contemplation.- Another hypothetical thought.

RYAN: yeah right. maybe if i want some insight on the worst candidates for the position since so far theyve only been good for warning me not to be a complete dunderfuck. 

RYAN: or to be like prepared. 

RYAN: for things. 

RYAN: that some people apparently arent prepared for. 

RYAN: since theyre not all bad dreams so. i dunno maybe youre onto something. -STOP WHILE YOU STILL CAN RYAN. she squints at her mug and takes a generous gulp.-

JACK: So if they're not bad, they must be good. -sips his own mug, elbow leaned back against the counter.- I say you give it a try.

RYAN: guess it cant hurt! 

RYAN: -she's feeling flustered all over again now that they're back to this subject. she wonders if it's something she should address, or if that would be an even worse decision. maybe she can be subtle about it.- 

RYAN: heeeeeeey. actually while were still talking about my whacky dream shenanigans... 

RYAN: so some of them arent exactly bad... sure... maybe they are actually really good! 

RYAN: but what if they arent? i mean if the running theme of every other dream is something i shouldnt do then maybe these good dreams could be categorized as the same thing. 

RYAN: and even if they ARENT then what DO they mean? since as you said they mean SOMETHING...

JACK: -fishes out a marshmallow before answering.- Tough question but it's a good one to ask. 

JACK: From my perspective, the visions manifest as... often worst-case scenarios. What would happen if I don't do "x". But your dreams? You can't say they're the same thing. 

JACK: Maybe it's not inherently about good or bad but rather your decisions. And what comes out of them. That make sense?

RYAN: -turns the mug in her hand.- when you put it like that... yeah. it does. -baccia said more or less the same thing, but it still raises some questions.- 

RYAN: but i guess in this case im not sure... what would come out of it... if i did wind up doing those things. and thats why im wary of it. 

RYAN: cuz it could be great. or it could totally set u-- uhh. me... up for disaster and its... 

RYAN: -glances down at the hot chocolate.- its something i really wouldnt wanna fuck up.

JACK: Hmmm. Well. 

JACK: Great or not, I guess... just like with most major, uncertain decisions. 

JACK: You would have to make a gamble on whether it's worth going through with or not. Not that I'm the best candidate to offer such advice. -snorts a little into his drink.- But the possibilities still stand.

RYAN: -quiets, shuffling her feet and letting all this rattle around in her head. then she shuffles her feet over to him, standing shoulder to shoulder again.- 

RYAN: ... 

RYAN: ... 

RYAN: theyre sex dreams.

RYAN: a metric fuck ton of sex dreams. 

RYAN: aboutttttt... yooouuu?

JACK: -He can physically hear the record scratch in his head as he takes a long hard gulp of hot chocolate. Scalding his mouth and leaving him to stifle the wheeze. He deserved this.- Mgh. Ghhhhf. 

JACK: -SWALLOWS.- Metric fuck ton. 

JACK: Of... chronologically probable sex dreams. -Has to repeat it to make sure he's hearing this right.-

RYAN: yeeeeeup. 

RYAN: im only kind of exaggerating. hahaha. 

RYAN: oh god.

RYAN: -hello darkness my old friend...-

JACK: -stands there with his mug like mmmmmmmygod.- "Kind of". -clears his throat and shakes his head.- 

JACK: How often do they occur before you have to qualify something as "a metric fuck ton"? -He's almost afraid to ask but well. Here he is. Staring into the void.-

RYAN: like... i dunno... about as often as i stay over??? 

RYAN: i say... after deciding to stay over.

RYAN: fuck.

JACK: Well. That... 

JACK: ... -ends up holding his chin just to grasp the gravity of all that she's implying.- 

JACK: Certainly... puts things into perspective.

RYAN: lmaoooo. 

RYAN: yeah i... okay im not just bringing this up so we can be collectively ashamed of ourselves. 

RYAN: i figure... if all these dreams are about my decisions and shit then im DECIDING to talk about it instead of jumping your bones. or waiting for you to jump my bones. or for both of us to jump at each other at the same time. 

RYAN: ... -puts her head in her hand and SIGHS- not that those details matter... or i guess maybe they do if these are things that actually couldve happened. 

RYAN: cuz that means... it isnt just me...?

JACK: -he gnaws absently on his thumb as she rambles. Picturing all the times he shuffled around, debating. Knowing he wasn't going to go through with it but wanting to. Fantasizing?? Even just remembering was bringing some sweat to his forehead.- ...Christ. 

JACK: It's... a pickle. To say the least. -chews his thumb.- Sorry. 

JACK: I'm probably not much help with this. -wheezes gently.-

RYAN: -frowns- you could be though? 

RYAN: like clearly theres an elephant in the room we should be addressing. 

RYAN: or!! its something i want to address. 

RYAN: because it sucks just sitting on how im feeling. and i know i suck at talking about it. but i wanna try to be better at that too. 

RYAN: especially... especially with you.

JACK: -takes a deep breath... ultimately nodding. He runs his hand through his hair.- Yeah. 

JACK: You're right. It's just... 

JACK: God. -brings a hand and runs it down his face.- It's fucking insane. -says muffled.- 

JACK: Sometimes... fantasies oughta stay fantasies, huh? -drops his hands back down to his sides.- Sheesh.

RYAN: ... maybe. 

RYAN: but why is it... on our minds in the first place? and so frequently??? 

RYAN: its not... mmrg. 

RYAN: its not just a fantasy for me. its not just about fucking around. okay?

JACK: -he sobers up a little, unsure of himself but dammit. Wanting to give talking it through a try.- I know. That's not what I meant. 

JACK: I just... 

JACK: Thought it was a safe thing. 

JACK: Letting myself be indecisive.

JACK: You know it never works out if we think too much so... often times it's just about the feelings. -He doesn't know what he's saying but whatever it is, Jack is sure it was making him sound like a thoughtless dick. The shame is starting to catch up now that he thinks about it.-

RYAN: -winces and turns away from him, setting the mug down on the counter to use the mindless action as an excuse to process this. it's definitely a little frustrating, but even moreso when she doesn't really understand.- what do you mean... a safe thing?

JACK: -rubs his head in frustration and sighs.- Do you ever see me turning away? In these visions?

JACK: Dreams. Sorry.

RYAN: ... no. i dont.

JACK: -drums his fingers a little bit.- Well, logically speaking. 

JACK: It's not just your own desires that are inducing the decisions behind the dreams. And you're not selfish or crazy for having them.

RYAN: -folds her arms, hugging herself while her stomach does all sorts of acrobatic stunts.- okay so... then what??? 

RYAN: thats what i wanna know. 

RYAN: if youre feeling the same way i am... i just want to figure out what i should do about it. 

RYAN: what... we should do about it.

JACK: I don't... have that answer. I don't See what happens if we go through with.... these hypothetical scenarios. 

JACK: It's not disastrous? You've never been disastrous. -makes a vague gesture. It seems kind of wistful.- You've always been... 

JACK: Just you. A person. 

JACK: Reaching for the good as much as anyone else.

RYAN: -looks at him again, expression softening.- ... well. since neither of us knows where things would go... 

RYAN: maybe a better question is... what do we want to do about it?

JACK: -He has to consider everything in front of him now. It was like living through a dose of ice cold deja vu. Ryan, their relationship, the past, the future... In these few moments, Jack is quiet. The conflict warring on his face, despite being unable to see her. If only he had the reassurance of her expression, then he'd be able to make sense of all the blank spaces.- 

JACK: You're always so close. -begins carefully, his blind eyes worried.- It seems... inevitable. No matter what we do. How hard we try.

RYAN: -swallows dryly as she turns to face him and reaches to touch his arm, gentle and reassuring in the absence of the look on her face.- are you scared?

JACK: -as she touches him, he releases the breath he didnt know he was holding.- Always. 

JACK: You know me.

RYAN: -her hand travels up along his shoulder till she's coiling her arms around him, pulling him into a hug.- yeah. 

RYAN: me too. 

RYAN: maybe we can be... scared together? 

RYAN: im not trying to say that we need to have it all figured out right now... 

RYAN: i just dont wanna... run away from this. i dont wanna do that kinda thing anymore jackie.

JACK: -hardly resists her embrace. In fact, he coils into it. Burying himself against her shoulder and holding her tight.- I know... 

JACK: But habits are hard to put to rest. And it's hard trying to... 

JACK: Tell myself that I'm ready. And that I won't catch myself in the same cycle as before. I've spent so long trying to break from it. But is it enough? 

JACK: -He nuzzles her.- I have no fucking clue.

RYAN: -laughs a little, returning the nuzzles.- well fuck. im right there with you. 

RYAN: im not gonna be reckless about it though and say i dont give a fuck?? cuz i do. like... 

RYAN: i wanna be more aware of my own bullshit. 

RYAN: but i feel like its been easier... cuz ive had help. and ive let people help. i never did before. 

RYAN: -squeezes him a little tighter.- i think we can help each other too. youre already doing that for me...

JACK: -Hugs her so tight, he lifts her a little bit. The stronk hobo that he is.- Yeah... 

JACK: -And with that, he turns and presses a kiss to her cheek.- I just. 

JACK: Love you. Somewhere in all this fuckery of a mess. I do.

RYAN: -her cheeks warm at the contact, butterflies fluttering all around her stomach and chest, inspiring more laughter and the threat of tears.- i love you too. i never fucking stopped. 

RYAN: -returns the kiss, and then once more. leaving behind lipstick stains he unfortunately won't be able to discover later, but they're there all the same.-

JACK: -It's hard being on the receiving end of Ryan kisses. It's hard and nobody understands that when you receive one, you had to receive more. And so Jack leans, bringing a hand to her hair, the back of her head. Angling her chin up so he can press a soft sweet kiss to her lips.-

RYAN: -chills run up and down her spine, an elating warmth settling over her skin when it passes. her hands clasp at his hair, interlocking with messy strands to give her a grip while she returns this kiss too, deepening it with the tilt of her head.-

JACK: -The velvety soft of her kiss was like everything Jack remembered... but in real time. No longer clouded by memory or the passing of time. It was a crystal clear, high definition of Ryan Strider brand kisses. Tinted by the taste of hot chocolate, he knew each time his lips energetically plucked the kisses from hers.- 

JACK: Fuck it all... -says while humming with satisfaction, the more she carded fingers through his hair.-

RYAN: thats what i like to hear. -the shape of her lips form a wide smile against his, but that alone couldn't even express her joy. her hands move to frame his face instead for her to look him over. scruffy as he is, he's still the most handsome man she's ever laid eyes on, and it feels good to admire this without guilt.- 

RYAN: hey jack... its really getting late. shouldnt we think about lying down?

JACK: Late for you maybe. The wicked know no sleep. -he smiles, exhaling with relief and the buzz of warmth in his cheeks. He fiddles with more of her downy soft hair between his fingers.- But I guess I could lie in wait for a while.

RYAN: -snickers at his jokes, nudging into his touch.- alright edward. come on. -captures his hand in hers so she can escort him to his own bedroom. she's visited it enough in her dreams to know every step like the back of her hand. when she passes through the door, she's pulling him in for more kisses, as if she had been waiting another lifetime for them, rather than only a few moments.-

JACK: -follows her kisses into well... His bedroom. He knew the direction and he was conscious of how bold she was for leading the way. The truth was really shedding some light on the situation. Holy moly.- Make yourself at home. -mutters, squeezing at her hands and stealing more precious pecks. The door is closing behind them.-

RYAN: i always do. -guides him to the bed, slowly seating herself and tugging him along with her continued insistence. side by side, she pauses to run her hands over his shoulders, studying his frame as if testing the solidity of him. the reality of him.- 

RYAN: im not dreaming again am i?

JACK: I guess we'll find out tomorrow when you wake up. -for all his griping, he stifles a yawn. Relaxing under the hands that run by his shoulders. One of his own thumb comes to lightly stroke her chin. Coaxing her to relax.-

RYAN: ... yeah. alright. -she's torn between the anxiety to stay awake with him, to savor every moment of this, and getting rest to test out the theory that in the morning they'll actually wake up together. but ultimately, his touch has her lying back against the pillows and sheets, beckoning him to follow.-

JACK: -Here he comes. Rolling into bed and feeling around for a way to get comfortable. Preferably with Ryan gathered up in his arms.-

RYAN: -she helps him out, fitting herself against the shape of him, juxtaposed with her back to his front. and with his arms around her, she can finally start to relax.-

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Familiar Faces

heyo!! story about how zinkaa and leviat met before the session started but theyre dumb and dont recognize each other now. 

tw for drug/drink lacing mention but it doesnt happen

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“I’ll leave, your highness,” they said mockingly as they were about to hop off of the blocks. But the purpleblood let out a laugh instead of a scowl.

“Shit, man, highness? I’m no highness,” she said as she pressed her hand against her forehead and threw her head back in laughter. Once the hysterics died down, she strode closer and casually pointed to the spot next to Leviat. “Mind if I sit?” she questioned with a smug smile. The goldblood shrugged. “Sure.” as the purple lifted herself to sit, it descended into silence.

Hanging out in person was never their thing. They were moreso the type of person to talk over the palmhusk or via letters and those preferences were only nailed in further after that evening.

So Leviat sat on a fence of cement blocks near the train tracks, legs swinging back and forth as they looked down towards the gravel. Their mind felt like static as they fumbled with the buttons on their cuffs, brows furrowed as they mumbled sentences to themself. Reassurances that went unsaid, apologies no longer applicable, paragraphs upon paragraphs of fun and remarks they wanted to say that they couldn’t anymore. Their thoughts were interrupted with the sound of boots against the gravel. As their eyes dragged upwards, they saw a rather tall troll, taller than them at the least. Her silky hair almost reached her knees as the wind blew the bangs from her thin eyes. Her purple sign and attire made it clear that she was a purpleblood. Their heart almost stopped. They sighed, clearly annoyed.

“I’ll leave, your highness,” they said mockingly as they were about to hop off of the blocks. But the purpleblood let out a laugh instead of a scowl.

“Shit, man, highness? I’m no highness,” she said as she pressed her hand against her forehead and threw her head back in laughter. Once the hysterics died down, she strode closer and casually pointed to the spot next to Leviat. “Mind if I sit?” she questioned with a smug smile. The goldblood shrugged. “Sure.” as the purple lifted herself to sit, it descended into silence. Leviat couldn’t help but sneak curious glances at her. After all, who just decides to sit next to a stranger in a mysterious part of the train way? They decided that the potential answer was too enticing to let go. “Are you here to kill me?” they asked skeptically, expecting the worst. She snorted. “Pff, no.” “Then why are you here out of all places? If you’re a purpleblood shouldn’t you be at clown church or something? It’s a Sunday night, after all.” She pursed her lips in thought, “I should be running away, but… I dunno, I thought it would be nice to check this spot out before I leave.”

After that remark, it became apparent to Leviat that she had a heavy backpack slung over her shoulder. Multiple buttons and patches covered the front more than actual backpack materials. Anything from fandoms to random phrases. They gave her a confused look. “What the hell would you be running from? You’re privileged as fuck.”

She gave you an unimpressed look but continued. “From nunya. Nunya business, lil shit.” she snapped. She reached into her bag to pull out a water bottle. Taking small sips, she continued, “But I will say, I’m so lucky that some jadeblood girl decided to take me in. Xurcoh her name was? It’s whatevz, though.” she gave a half-hearted shrug as Leviat scoffed, “Running away from your problems? Don’t you know that harbouring a runaway is illegal?” they rose a brow and gave her a criticizing gaze.

The stranger stared at them with a look of disdain, “Jeez, what stick do you have shoved up your ass? It’ll practically replace your spine at this point.” her hand reached back into her bag and before they knew it, a can of some kind of drink was thrown into their lap. It initially startled them, but they picked it up and stared at the label. It was some kind of off-brand soda that they didn’t recognize. But they looked skeptical, but she was prepared for that, as she groaned.

“It’s not laced with fucking ecstasy or whatever trolls like to take nowadays. Not even miracle drugs! I swear!”

“So it won’t kill m-”

“No, it won’t kill you, just drink it you killjoy piece of shit.”

Leviat sat there, somewhat dumbfounded before prying open the can. The pop! and fizzzzz of the drink filled the silence as the two drank their respective beverages, preoccupied with their own thoughts. After a long while of them not saying anything, the purpleblood spoke up.

“I never did catch your name.” she prompted, head tilted upwards towards the tips of the trees across the tracks. “Typhon,” Leviat answered, because what lunatic would give their full name to a stranger? She looked satisfied with that answer before replying with her own, “Ciervo.” Leviat thought it would end there, but she continued. “So, Typhon, mind telling me why you’re here? It’s only fair to trade stories and I don’t really care about telling. Don’t worry, I’m not a snitch.” she clarified as she pressed a finger to her lips.

They shook their head. “I’m not telling you shit.”

“Boo. You’re no fun.”

“Okay, fine, um… I guess-” they averted their gaze, looking to the gravel as if it were the most interesting thing they’ve ever seen. “I guess I could say that I should be on the run too.” Ciervo let out an ahh and went back to looking at the tracks.

“And you aren’t because…?”

“They’ll never find out.”

“Wow. We’ve got a grade A criminal on our hands, oh shit.”

“I’ll probably be moving away, though.”

“Cool, we’re twinning. Any clue where?”

“I don’t fucking know, maybe some sort of cliffside. Away from people.”

“Couldn’t be me. I’m married to the city life."                                                          

“Have fun with those mid and high blood pricks.”

“Ouch, my feelings.”

“Exactly my intent.”

Ciervo chuckled, “You know, Typhon, you’re a real interesting person.” she mused, taking another sip of her water. Leviat looked her up and down. “I guess you’re not too bad, either.” the two shared a moment of laughter before Ciervo began to pack up again. “Such a shame we’ve got to part.” she started dramatically, “Who am I kidding, I’m sure we both find each other horribly intolerable.” she slipped her arm through the other bag strap and stepped off of the fence, Leviat doing the same. Ciervo turned towards them before raising an arm, bottle in hand. “Cheers to never seeing each other again?” Leviat let out a breathe of laughter before they clinked their soda to hers. “Cheers to never seeing each other again.”

With a silent goodbye, Ciervo nodded and turned around, walking parallel to the rails. Leviat watched her almost sorrowfully like they were seeing a good friend wander away forever. They pushed the thought away quickly, however, as they had to get home. So they spared one longing glance towards their temporary friend before setting off in the opposite direction.

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BBKY92 has posted!

By some small miracle, chanyeol makes it back to his apartment, jongin in tow. He thought they had taken uber pool but apparently not so they were having an impromptu drunken sleepover.

Chanyeol’s place is mini sized. It’s got zero bedrooms, one bath, and a small kitchen. they nearly trip over and die over the shoes at the door but somehow manage to land on the bed [if you can even call it that]. It’s nothing more than a futon on the floor with a bunch of pillows and some stuffed animals.

Jongin’s sprawled on his back, chanyeol side eyes his sockless state of foot that had probably been sockless since the start. That guy never liked socks. Chanyeol never liked sweaty feet from not wearing socks. It could not go on like this. He’s about to voice his views on this matter when jongin drops his phone on his own face.

Chanyeol bursts out laughing, jongin’s groaning background noise.

“are you okay?” chanyeol asks to be ‘polite.’ Jongin scowls and the phone slips out of his hand again. “you are not okay.” Chanyeol confirms.

“my screen is so bright dude.” Jongin complains. “its blinding”

“you can change it on your settings.”

“I did – oh shit!”

“what?!”

“kyungsoo called me.”

Chanyeol’s eyes widen. A mad kyungsoo was basically the end of your days. Or jongin’s days at least.

“why didn’t you answer it?” chanyeol asks in horror.

“I didn’t hear it!” jongin yells.

Chanyeol shakes his head and reaches for his phone. “oooooooo. he called me too.”

“seriously?!”

“deadass.”

“oh my god… I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up here any second now…” jongin blinks up at the ceiling seemingly having accepted his fate.

“fuck that.” Chanyeol scoffs laying on his side and snuggling the nearest pillow. “tell him youre staying over. Im sure he can survive one night without you.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

“stop saying okay.”

“okay.”

“I changed my mind, have him come here and get you the fuck out of my bed.”

“im sorry.”

Chanyeol throws a stuffed toy at him, reminds himself to say sorry to rainbow [his alpaca] later for using him as a weapon, and reaches for his laptop.

“I’ma throw up.”

“go to the bathroom.”

“okay.”

Chanyeol barely gives jongin the time of day as the younger male wobbles to the toilet. That’s what he gets. He had spent a whopping $80 earlier and it did not even include tip yet.

The alcohol is still rampant in his veins, chanyeols cheeks are flushed despite the cool temperate of his room. His eyes feels heavy, sleep threatening to overcome him soon. But he had some business he had to take care of. It was only 6pm [ they had been at the beer and chicken place for 4 hours before migrating to the nearest bar and ordering more rounds ] [ thankfully lit!jongin had been in a friendly mood and paid for it that time ]

Chanyeol quickly logs onto his tumblr and in five seconds flat uploads his video, checks bkhyn92s page, sees no updates, and slams his laptop shut. He lays down and is idly wondering if he had a password lock on there when he feels jongin collapse next to him, out like a light.

-- it isn’t morning yet when chanyeol wakes up next.

Its his turn to yack it.

Feeling like he was going to give birth through his mouth to a mutant chicken beer and soju blob chanyeol barely makes it to the bowl of his toilet.

“help me im dying.” He says to his shower curtain. it is of no help as the 2nd round causes chanyeol’s eyes to water.

After making a blood oath with himself in his mind to never drink again, chanyeol’s got the taste of tooth paste in his mouth instead of well. We don’t need to describe it.

The time on the microwave glimmers at him in the darkness.

10;30pm

Chanyeol settles on his bed, trying to ignore jongin cuddling rainbow the alpaca and is about to drift back off into much needed sleep when his phone vibrates loudly.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT.

BZZZZZZZT.

Ignore it, chanyeol thinks.

BZZZZZZZT BZZT BZZT BZZZZZZZZZZZZT

Don’t ignore it, chanyeol reconsiders.

With a dramatic FUCK MY LIFE muttered under his breath, chanyeol answers without looking.

“WHAT.”

“hello chanyeol.”

He blanches. That voice.

“s-soo?”

Do kyungsoo, the guardian of the seven rings of hell. No jk. But he totally can be if he ever applied for that job.

“nice of you to answer. I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t.”

“of course. Um.”

“jongin there?”

“yeah. He’s knocked out.” Chanyeol says apologetically hating how he was going to get the blame for jongin’s idea to get shitfaced in mid afternoon.

“is he ok?” kyungsoo asks, instead of the SEND ME YOUR LOCATION for proof chanyeol was expecting. Kyungsoo was a bit overprotective in the cutest and deadliest way possible.

“he should be.”  chanyeol kicks jongin in the leg to see if he is alive. Jongin groans. “yeah hes fine. Did you want to come swoop him?”

“no way. He might yack in my car.”

Such a caring bf. That’s bae. Jongin was a lucky guy.

“well don’t worry, hes safe here with me. Unless he tries to draw a penis on my face. Then I cant make any promises.”

“my relationship turnover was coming up anyway.” Kyungsoo jokes darkly. Chanyeol snickers despite a small voice in his mind squeaking pls don’t hurt me through out this whole conversation. “by the way, I heard you were going on a date with Baekhyun tomorrow.”

Jesus did jongin alert the media? Was there a new snapchat filter for this too? which countries still didn’t know? Has that billboard for rent been bought out to make a glowing neon sign yet? Did he make a medical breakthrough to relay messages to fetuses in the wombs as well? You know, since he felt the need to open his big mouth and tell everyone.

“uh. Yeah. I guess.”

“I’m pretty excited to see how this turns out.”

“do you know Baekhyun?” chanyeol asks curiously. One part of him felt kinda weird talking to kyungsoo on the phone while his boyfriend was spooning an alpaca.

“we went to the same music school together.”

“oh.” Chanyeol, the greatest conversationalist ever. Replies.

“he’s a nice guy once you get to know him. Don’t be offended by his ratchet self. He may seem like a thot, but that’s just an image he tries to maintain.” Kyungsoo says helpfully.

Chanyeol meanwhile is trying to do some math in his head. Did he hear correctly? Was he still drunk? Why on earth would anyone want to up hold their thottie honor? This is why chanyeol was single.

“don’t tell him I told you this, but hes still pretty down in the dumps about his break up. He was actually serious about that guy. It just didn’t work out you know?”

“uhhuh.” Chanyeol wanted to know more but at the same time he didn’t want to pry. He was raised to be respectful of other peoples business. Baekhyuns secrets, personal and his, didn’t need to be told to him by someone else.

“I could tell you more if you want.”

“sure.”

That previous paragraph never happened.

“he’s probably going to try to smash.”

“what.”

“yeah. Havent you heard the best way to get over a guy is to get under another one?”

No. of course not. the last time he checked he hadn’t subscribed to the Thotsmopolitan.

“are you sure about this?” chanyeol asks swallowing hard, the feeling of nervousness deep-throating him.

“yup.” A yawn. “I might have said too much.”

“wait. So should i… you know.”

“if you like him, you shouldn’t.”

Ah yes. that made total sense. Don’t get into the pants of someone youre feeling.

“because that will automatically make you look like a fuckboy. it’s a test of sorts. That’s why im telling you. I think youd be a good match for him.”

“why is that?”

“youd just balance each other out.”

Chanyeols starting to wonder just how much kyungsoo knew about him. Whenever he third wheeled it was all good times; karaoke bowling pet cafes… nothing ever deep. Perhaps jongin be talking shit?

“anyway. Good luck tomorrow and have fun! Tell jongin he better be home before I wake up with breakfast ready or else.”

“yes sir!”

“goodnight chanyeol.”

sweet

   “So you’re chanyeol?”

“yes. last time I checked.”

Baekhyun looks amused despite the judgemental tone of his voice.

Chanyeol just looks uncomfortable.

The date came sooner than he would like [he had a mere less than 24 hours to prepare himself and half those hours were him hungover on soju]. Now he found himself sitting  in the same chicken and beer spot [seriously was there no other place to go to around these parts?] with jongin’s music teacher for company.

“and when was that?”  Baekhyun asks innocently sipping at his water. Chanyeol takes note of his hands. Theyre very pretty. Like the rest of the guy. Except when he opens his mouth. He seems to be snarky but playful which isn’t bad, but chanyeol is socially awkward at times like these.

He swallows a weird lump in his throat. “um.” He didn’t quite know how to answer that.

“kidding!” Baekhyun laughs. “I don’t need to know last time you checked.”

Then why did you ask, chanyeol thinks crazily. He sips his water too with a pained smile. Baekhyun was seriously intimidating and he didn’t know why. Maybe its because they were both sober and what kyungsoo had said echoes back and forth in chanyeol’s mind like a 1980s horror cartoon. ‘he’s gonna wanna smaaaaaaaaaAssshhhhhhhhh’ kyungsoo replayss in a creepy singsong voice.

“want to get something to drink?” chanyeol blurts.

Baekhyun raises an eyebrow. “do you want to get me drunk…?”

“no! no. I just.” Chanyeol rambles, horrified at the insinuation. He wasn’t a fuckboy!

“chill. I wanna get me drunk.” Baekhyun winks. “a pitcher and a bottle of chamisul sound good to you?”

“sounds good, yeah, great actually.” Chanyeol agrees nodding his head repeatedly. Baekhyun laughs again.

“someones eager.” Baekhyun comments. “or a raging alcoholic.”

Chanyeol pouts but he realizes Baekhyun is just teasing.

The alcohol arrives soon enough and after the first two soju bombs chanyeol is feeling less stressed and more relaxed. Baekhyun looks the same, a sign he must have high alcohol tolerance. Whos the raging alcoholic now?

“tell me about yourself.” Baekhyun drawls, gaze focused solely on chanyeol. His pretty eyes are outlined with black liner, and despite appearing as sober as fifteen minutes ago has a slight pink glow dusting across his cheek bones. “why are you single.”

Chanyeol blinks, has to seriously come up with an answer to that question. He ends up laughing awkwardly, scratching his head. “oh I guess I just don’t really have much time to date and plus its hard to meet people nowadays, I think… “

“How long have you been single?”

“Um… a few months,” A FEW YEARS, his mind and penis scream at him in devastation.

“Ooh. No hook ups or anything?” Baekhyun asks casually pouring a shot for the both of them.

Chanyeol isn’t sure if he should confess to not having boned in A FEW YEARS or to try and seem cool by saying he got hoes in different area codes. But he didn’t wanna be a fuckboy. gods, was this a test? There was no winning!

“No…” he ends up answering honestly. He takes his shot without Baekhyun and downs his beer.

Baekhyun looks truly surprised. “wow. So you’re saying you haven’t gotten laid in months?” he whistles, and takes his drink.

“its not really a big deal to me,” chanyeol explains hastily, defending his unwanted chastity belt.

“uhhuh.” Baekhyun nods, pouring yet another set of beer and soju. “hooking up isn’t a big deal to you.”

“no!” chanyeol exclaims. “no, I meant. Like. Nevermind.”

Baekhyun smiles coyly at him through his eyelashes. “cheers to that.”

“cheers to what?”

“hooking up.”

They down their respective alcohol even though chanyeol isn’t sure what the hell that meant but strangely finds himself not too worried. Baekhyuns presence is becoming comfortable, and with every shot, chanyeol feels like he can be more and more himself. Baekhyun laughs a lot at his reactions and stories, and chanyeol is captivated everytime Baekhyun opens his mouth, looks at him, pours drink, takes a shot, anything really. Baekhyun is truly gorgeous, and attractive af. There was just something about him and chanyeol is suddenly thinking about baekhyuns previous question except about Baekhyun – why was he single?

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i’m not super sleepy yet so i just filled out this meme questionnaire cuz i though the questions were super cute

red: how was your first kiss? it was like fourth grade and we kissed in a closet after he handed me a note that said “do you wanna put our lips together?” inside a milk duds container underneath his mom’s kitchen table. the bar has been set abnormally high since

what do you love about yourself? i love my laughter. i love that i can adjust around other people’s styles of talking/humor. i love how easy it is for me to converse with people and how i can have really deep, lovely conversations with others where they feel comfortable opening up to me. i love my eyes and my freckles (especially the huge clusters on my shoulders) and i love that people come to me when they feel bad and think that I can make them feel better. i love that i can’t sing on pitch worth a lick but will 100% go hard on the majority of songs that come out of the radio. i just love myself a lot honestly.

when’s the last time you warmed your hands in front of a fire? this last sunday!!! i go to bonfires every weekend and it’s been the highlight of my summer honestly

 would you rather watch a sunrise or sunset? sunrise!! i love that slightly sleepy feeling as you see the world wake up around you. its quiet and there’s a beautiful calm to the mornings while everyones still asleep and slowly rising

what’s the best thing about summer? everyone just being like ... excited to be outside. minnesota’s freezing for like half the year so whenever the summer comes out you can go anywhere and it’s crowded and full of laughter and excitement and you just meet the loveliest folks doing the coolest things at festivals or city events and i love it :’))

orange: what makes you feel warm inside? kindness and cute gestures of affection

 what’s your favorite halloween tradition?  how everyone interacts like usual but dressed in ridiculous gaudy nonsense or top-tier level costumage there’s like no in between

 what’s the last thing you learned? that i can successfully romance a dad with my dadsona 

when’s the last time you felt obsessed? when am i not obsessed

 what’s your favorite article of clothing? this has been the summer of the bralette for me and i have this lacy blue one that is not only insanely comfy but makes me feel trendy so thats the current fave

yellow: if you could have any view from your bedroom window what would you choose? so much green!! and mountainy landscapes. somewhere where i could watch the sun go down. or the city!! a beautiful view of the city is always wonderful.

what’s your favorite thing to do on a sunny day? soak up as much sun as possible with loved ones

 what do you consider lucky? i had to go to this homeopathic doctor once who gave me this ... pink spirit rock? and while i don’t believe in healing crystals i’ve had such good luck w it that i’m oddly really fond of it

what made you smile today? my boyfriend was being a lame nerd per usual and we had this like play mortal-combat esque fight where we fake beat each other up which was super cute. also he texted me like three times crying about cello concertos which was adorable. otherwise martha passed the hell out in my bed and was there for a few hours and it was super endearing. and my goster guinea pig survived surgery!!! so im a happy clam.

what makes you happy? being alive

green: what’s your favorite thing to do outside? i ... am that girl that bought a hammock and fucking loves hammocking but its so nice to read or draw out there in the shade.

do you like camping? I LOVE CAMPING SO MUCH

what would you spend $1,000 on? lord i really ... want a new record player and some more vinyls. maybe a new lens for my camera. also just a fuck ton of art supplies i wanna go wild inside of a blicks and cry about acrylics for like three hours. 

what’s your job, or what do you want to do as your job? i’m a mental health worker!! so i work in a home of women who have persistent mental illness and help them lead their lives :) also i do research in mental health and STEM education!

blue: what do you do when you’re sad? talk to friends or just overthink everything and watch old star trek cuz if lifts my spirits

what are some things you do when you can’t sleep? fill out these questionnaires lmfao

what was the best (non-romantic) night you’ve had? oh jeez uh ... honestly my best pal eli and i have had some great nights. one time we went to an all-night art festival (it runs from like 9pm-5am) and we got tipsy off of shitty mini champagne bottles we took from the wedding gig we worked and walked around and i made him laugh so hard it took 30 minutes for him to calm down when i told him the story of the astrology girl i briefly dated and we just opened up about a lot with ourselves (this was near the beginning of our friendship) and had both lighthearted and very serious conversation wandering our college campus and  i just ... am really fond of that night. 

what kind of covers do you have on your bed? theyre these IKEA floral ones and then an extra white set my mother had

who is the last person you told a secret to? dude i have no secrets i’m such an open book. uh? maggie (another best friend) probably?

purple: what’s your astrological sign? libra sun pisces moon

 what’s the best piece of advice you ever received? it wasnt really advice but it was the realization given to me that everyone i pass and know has this really deep, complex life they’re leading and so thinking everythings always about me is problematic and dangerous

when’s the last time you followed your instincts? my entire life is following my instincts and then being surprised natural selection doesnt come for me

what’s your favorite food? salted caramel ... anything ...

what’s your secret dream? lord uh ... to memorize the second part of animaniacs “nations of the world’ cuz ive got that first part down PAT but can never get the rest of em