#ur like i understand u were hungry but i made the food for myself so next time ig i can make 2 ppls worth of food so i wont have to like

[faaun]

i feel like i have rly strict boundaries w ppl eating my food but i feel like i shouldn't but i like . recovered from an ED and i hate having my food messed w / having less food than i thought but i feel like i shouldn't care/just get over it

[haikyuuscreaming]

hello!! can you write something fluff with kenma, please? some friends to lovers if possible. loving your blog 💕💕

OH SHIT SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG SDFSDFJKD this is. 3.5k words roughly and im so sorry idk why my fics always come out longer than 1k words :(((

The first time you meet Kozume Kenma, he’s hiding behind the wall that is Kuroo Tetsurou and you’re both in your first year.

“Oh?” The Nekoma volleyball captain stares you down in the Chem class you share with him. “You’re [Surname]-san, right?”

“Yeah,” You say, never breaking eye contact with him but secretly eyeing the quiet boy behind him. He’s your classmate in a few other of your periods, but not this one. This class is an advanced Chemistry class, placing you conveniently with the second-years and a handful of equally smart first-years. “I need help with the homework and you’re my best bet. Could you help out?”

Kuroo narrows his eyes at you, which you don’t exactly appreciate but you don’t say anything. “You sure you don’t want me to just give answers?”

“I kinda need to understand this to pass the class, so no thanks.”

He hums in approval, like you’ve passed some test, and nods. “Sure thing. I wanted to teach Kenma this anyway.”

Oh, that’s his name… you think to yourself, and you noticed the mentioned Kenma doesn’t look up from his Nintendo Switch, even at the mention of his name. You watch Kuroo turn around to his companion, coercing him, “Kenma, get up, we’re learning Chem.”

“Can’t we do it later?” Kenma’s voice doesn’t hold anything akin to bitterness or complaint- it’s kind of devoid, actually, in a soft and cute way- and you try to tune out the sound of Kuroo scolding him but he’s so loud when he’s right next to you.

“C’mon, we’re about to go home now, we can stay after school a little longer. Plus, we get to teach this lovely lady about nuclei.”

“I’m right here, you know,” you roll your eyes lightly but before you know it, you’re defending Kozume-san. “We can always work it out, um… I dunno, maybe over lunch on Sunday? I mean, it is Friday and this thing’s due Monday and… we can have more fun studying this if we have food.”

Stupid fucking Kuroo only grins. “Oh, so you’re asking me on a date? Kinda bold, if I don’t say so myself, kouhai-chan.”

“Kuro, stop.” Kenma speaks up and his quiet voice somehow speaks volumes. “We can meet with her on Sunday to do it.” And just like that, he retreats to his Switch without another word.

Kuroo turns to you and shrugs indifferently, contrasting his previously provocative and shitfaced attitude. “The man’s laid down the law. How’s boba on Sunday sound?”

The second time you meet Kenma is on that promised study session.

He has inconspicuous earbuds in, his face illuminated by the glowing light of his DS. He has a DS, too? He still looks cute.

And there’s Kuroo of course, but he’s irrelevant to your case unless it has to do with your god forsaken chem homework.

“You want me to go order some drinks next door?” Kuroo quirks an eyebrow. “My treat.”

“Just a brown sugar milk tea, thanks,” You tell him gratefully. Thank god for men and their dead sense of chivalry.

“No boba? You’re crazy.” Kuroo scrunches his nose at you and you wish Kenma would start talking so you could avoid this big, annoying cat. “What about you, Kenma? Your usual?”

“Yeah,” is all Kenma says.

“Alright, see you nerds later,” Kuroo practically sings out, patting both of your heads like an old man, and takes something from Kenma that you don’t quite catch, but it makes Kenma glare at him.

As soon as Kuroo’s out of sight, you find it a little awkward to keep conversation with Kenma especially with his whole gamer complex, but-

Oh.

Kuroo took Kenna's DS.

“Kuroo-san’s pretty bothersome, huh,” you sigh out in an attempt to stir conversation. Lucky for you, Kenma goes along with the conversation without fight, his eyes peering over you like reflective pools of honey.

(They’re really pretty, you think.)

“Yeah,” Kenma slouches down a little bit more in his chair at the mention of his taller friend. “He’s kind of like my second mom… but not really. Always nagging me to do things.”

You laugh at his solemn, depressed answer. “It’s fun to have him around, though, right? He’s kind of funny sometimes-- the rest he’s annoying-- and he’s decently smart even though I’m pretty sure he’s got, what, three braincells.”

To your unprompted delight, Kenma laughs softly at you poking fun of Kuroo, and the conversation between you and him starts piling up into more, and more, and it all feels so short. You don’t even notice Kuroo coming back and hovering over the table.

“Eh? You and Kenma getting along without me? What a shame, you know. I really do get third-wheeled.” Kuroo lets out a wistful sigh akin to an old man and sits down, drinks in hand. “So, who’s ready to study?”

The third time you meet Kozume Kenma, it’s at your mall’s arcade.

You and your friends are playing one of those claw machines, trying to get that really cute Miku figurine and those adorable plushies, wasting all your coins on these sucker games like the dumb teenagers you are. But a glimpse of familiar, two-toned hair catches your eye.

“Hold on,” you tell your friends who’re still busy trying to get that stupidly gorgeous Sakura Miku figure. “I’m gonna be right back.”

You wander your way to the familiar head of hair, and gratefully, your instinct was right. “Kozume-san? What’re you doing here?”

Kenma practically jumps at the sound of your voice, turning around, eyes wide. “Oh. I just got lost from the team. You’re here too?”

“Mhm,” You smile, pointing at your screaming group of friends. “My friends and I are here just to chill out and have fun. You can hang with us if you want!”

He shakes his head, his hair gracefully framing his face. “Nah, I’m fine, thanks.. I’ll just hold out until Kuro sniffs me out or something.”

You furrow your brow- geez, this kid’s gonna get lost so fast-- and you gently clasp the phone he’s holding in his hand. “Can I give you my number? I’ll pick up immediately if you ever call, just give a ring.”

You fail to notice the surprise that flits over Kenma’s face, but he reluctantly hands you his phone and you tap in your number quickly. “See you around, Kozume-san. Don’t get into trouble.”

And Kenma smiles on his own accord, his face lighting up softly like a lamp under moonlight. “You too.”

The fourth time you meet Kozume Kenma, he’s at your house working on an Japanese Lit assignment.

“Oh? Kozume-kun!” You’re pleasantly surprised when your teacher pairs the two of you up. “Nice to talk with you again.”

“Yeah, “ Kenma blinks a little awkwardly and he shyly grins, which you find even more stunning than it already is because he’s usually held up such a calm, unaffected facade. “Uh. So do you want to meet up at… your house for this? So we can do the project.”

“Oh, yeah,” You wave dismissively, beaming at him because this is your chance to get closer with him. “My little brother’s a nuisance, though, so he might bother us. I hope you don’t mind?”

“No problem.. you can text me the address, because… yeah.” You find it cute how Kenma doesn’t want to mention that the two of you have been texting a lot more lately, and the slightest blush tints his cheeks.

“Of course!”

Flash to your house, the two of you are on the floor, slaving over a giant posterboard with paint and art supplies scattered about.

“I hate making movie posters, it’s so tiring…” You groan out, trying to paint Yukio Mishima’s face with the utmost care. “And this book’s so creepy… why would we wanna make a poster of it? He commits seppuku!”

Kenma grins a little bit and he looks really cute, with his hair tied up in the back and his gaze focused on the painting at hand. “You’re so easily grossed out.”

“But he made it so detailed! You're immune ‘cause you play all those gross horror games.”

He laughs quietly, and you think you're going to heaven. “You couldn't even handle Ao Oni, stop.”

You scowl at the mention of Kenma’s dumb horror games. “He’s this weird deformed grape, okay?? It was kinda scary!”

The two of you end up nowhere near finishing your poster, and you collectively decide to put it off for maybe another day. The rest of your day is spent-- c-cuddling? (no hetero, you reassured Kenma, although you were thinking otherwise)-- and playing more horror games, much to your chagrin.

(But it gave you a reason to hug Kenma tighter.)

You can’t even count the amount of times you’ve met up with Kenma now. You’re in your second-year of high school now and your bond with him as only strengthened.

He invited you eventually to walk to school with him, along with Kuroo, and you find out that it was Kuroo’s coaxing to do so. But you’re still delighted that Kenma agreed on, what, the second time Kuroo nagged him about it?

You and Kenma have gotten fairly close. You’ve vented to him, cried to him, he’s shown his emotional side, too. You’ve even gotten a little closer to Nekoma’s god, Kuroo Tetsurou (to which your friends always complain about- “you can’t take all the cute guys for yourself”). But, in your opinion, the most important part is that you’ve been getting closer to Kozume Kenma, who you once thought would always just be the quiet classmate to you. Who would always be your unattainable, close-guarded crush.

"Kenma!” You yell out, rushing over to him with your backpack practically bouncing off of you with each step. “Wait up, would you?! How do you get out of class so quick??”

 "I was waiting for you either way,” Kenma mumbles and hunches his shoulders together. “Do you wanna go to my house? I have new games and Kuroo won't be bothering us.”

“Can’t we get snacks first?” You know you sound a little bit whiny, but you’re hungry as fuck, and Kenma’s smiling either way.

“I guess.. you’re paying, though.”

“That isn’t fair at all!”

Eventually the two of you walk to your nearest 7/11 and get chips and snacks before leaving promptly, with you holding your chocolate milk and Kenma sipping apple juice. The walk to his house is full of conversation, Kenma equally engaged as you are. But as soon as you arrive at his front doorstep, the hollow noise of an empty apple juice box makes its appearance.

“You drink your juice too fast!” You tease Kenma lightly as he frowns, unlocking the door.

“You just drink too slow,” he replies and shoulders the door open. The two of you make your way inside and flop onto the couch, Kenma crouching near the TV to boot up his newest game. “Damn. I’m still thirsty, too.”

“Language, Kenma,” You chide him, throwing a pillow at him as soon as he sits down next to you on the couch. “And-” it takes every ounce of your willpower not to turn bright red. “-do you want some of my chocolate milk?”

The silence that follows is very short (probably only, what, a second or two?), but it feels like hours of painful quiet. Kenma blinks at you and the pink that dusts his ears becomes more and more prominent each second.

“Yeah… sure,” Kenma finally says and you beam so wide that you’re sure not even the sun could battle the brightness of your happiness right now. You hand him your nearly untouched chocolate milk and his fingers brush against yours as he takes it, sipping at it cautiously like he was afraid something would happen.

(Oh my god he’s so cute.. he looks so cute… he’s drinking my chocolate milk!! He’s so-)

“Oi, Kenma! My mom told me to pick up some tomatoes from y-” The door bursts open to reveal Kuroo Tetsurou.

You freeze, since Kuroo just witnessed you passing a chocolate milk box to Kenma and the latter sipping at the straw. Kenma kind of flushes, his mouth still wrapped around the plastic straw with chocolate milk halfway up.

“Eh? Sharing drinks now?” Kuroo tsks and shakes his head, a smirk gracing his stupidly arrogant face. “You know, you two could get mono. Or any other communicable diseases. Kinda risky, you know?”

“Kuroo, stop!” You’re wildly embarrassed to be caught in this not-so-platonic situation (in your opinion, at least), before Kuroo lets out a hearty laugh.

“You know, that’s an indirect kiss!”

“Didn’t I say stop?!”

“Ah, youth. Indirect kisses! You put your mouth on the straw, then he did. Romance at its finest!”

You know, deep inside, Kuroo just likes to rile you up, but you still bite the bait. “Kuroo, shut up, please??”

And Kenma speaks up for the first time during the whole banter. “Kuro, the tomatoes are on the kitchen table. Go.”

The Nekoma captain quirks an eyebrow before shrugging and heading towards the kitchen. “Thanks. Don’t do anything risky.”

“Kuroo!”

You and Kenma awkwardly glance at each other-- you note he’s still sipping your chocolate milk-- and eventually he stands off to ward Kuroo off (who keeps chuckling for no goddamn reason).

You two are alone again, and his burnt-gold eyes stare into yours.

“Did Kuro bother you?” His ears are still pinkish, but you notice that he’s still comfortable, although you can see a sheen of sweat starting to form on his face.

“Nah... “ You force your voice to stay level. “Why does he keep doing this?? God, he’s so annyoing sometimes… it isn’t like- it isn’t like we’re dating or anything.” God fucking damn stuttering.

Kenma’s eyes widen for a fraction of a millisecond, and you almost miss it, before he clears his throat. “Yeah. Not like that at all.. let’s just go back to playing.”

The atmosphere morphs into the usual, playful one that is held between the two of you, and you’re becoming proud of how much better Kenma is at redefining conversations and shifting the mood whereas in the beginning he would struggle in topic changes.

You’re so proud of him.

(And you’re kind of in love with him.)

You have a group chat with Kuroo and Kenma, unsurprisingly.

It’s, what, midnight on a school day, and the three of you are texting. Kuroo offers a game of ‘truth or dare’, and you accept out of sheer boredom. Plus, dares are so much easier to do online because you can fake nearly anything.

kuroo >:/: kenma truth or dare

kenma :): i’m not playing

YOU: yea you are !! ur not getting out of this

kenma :): fine

  don’t say anything stupid though

kuroo >:/: so whats it gonna b???

Kenma takes a good ten seconds to respond.

kenma :): truth.

kuroo >:/: you got a crush on anyone?

YOU: oooh spicy

kenma :): kuro why

Your heart races a little bit at the comment.

YOU: oh? kenma i thought we were besties :(( why wouldnt u tell me

kenma :): it isn’t that….

  kuro you already know why are you asking me that here

kuroo >:/: for my favorite kouhai [name]-chan

YOU: fuck off kuroo we all know im ur fav bc i pay for ur boba

kuroo >:/: fair

You get impatient with Kuroo’s mindless banter, so you end up texting Kenma privately.

YOU: so who is ur crush????

kenma :): why do you assume i have one

YOU: i mean….u wouldve denied it if u didnt have one?

He leaves you on seen for two minutes and you’re about to text him and complain but his reply shoots back.

kenma :): it’s you

And your heart doesn’t skip a beat. No, it just beats even faster.

The blood is rushing to your face, you can feel it, and a smile tugs at your face subconsciously. Your brain’s running a mile a minute, and you’re so outrageously shocked and unprepared that the aftermath of it all hits you just about a minute later.

(What if he’s lying? What if someone made him say that? What if-)

YOU: fr?

YOU: kenma dont mess w me

kenma :): i’m not

kenma :): you wanted to know so yeah. it’s you

kenma :): i like you and idk kuro says it’s “more than just like” and maybe he’s right

kenma :): see u at school tmr

YOU: WAIT KENMA COME BACK ???

You cute little rat, you seeth internally, happiness still radiating off of you. Is this a dream? Oh my god. Kozume Kenma likes me.

… Kozume Kenma feels the same way I feel about him.

The next day, you anxiously wait for Kenma at your doorstep. You even woke up early and had gotten ready as soon as you could, just so you could catch Kenma ASAP.

You slept surprisingly well, despite your anxiety from Kenma, and your body was filled with energy. You check your phone every two minutes, glancing at his ‘good morning text’ and praying for another one.

kenma :))): gm i’m still walking to school with u if you want… i’ll pass by your house just in case

YOU: oh!!!! yea id love to walk to school w u :))

Silence fills your ears as you anxiously pace back and forth from your doorstep to the curb of your neighborhood. You can’t help but worry as your gaze flits across every house, begging for a sign of Kenma.

(What if you’re too late, you realize in panic. What if your efforts weren’t enough?)

But then the sound of quiet-paced footsteps snaps you out, and you look up to see Kenma, standing in front of your house, an adorably shy expression painted across his face.

“Kenma!” You hate how your voice comes out kind of squeaky and high-pitched but you don’t care right now. You practically launch off of your doorstep and bound toward him, settling by his side.

He gives you a shy, adoring look but you can see the anxiety in his eyes as he points forward in the direction of Nekoma. “We can talk while walking, right?”

You smile breathlessly and your fingers brush against his. He smiles at you, and you notice the same pink dusting his ears like when he was sharing chocolate milk with you.

Two hands intertwine and the conversation begins.

You’re in your third year of college now, out on a “boys (and girl) night out”, as Kuroo deemed it.

Kenma’s got it well-made for him, striking good on his company to which you supported him through the entire time, and Kuroo’s on his way to be the scientist he’s always dreamed of being even as a nerdy-jock kid. He claims he’s practically a professional volleyball player, too, just on the side, but both you and Kenma know better.

You and Kenma have been dating ever since your second-year in high school. Which makes it just about… four-ish years now that you’ve been dating.

(Kuroo claims that in your first-year, you and Kenma were basically dating each other spiritually, but you pay him no mind.)

The three of you are out on the beach on an autumn day. It’s pretty empty, despite the warm evening sun that casts a golden shine on the sand and ocean, so you’re all making epic sandcastles in peace.

“We should make a moat,” Kuroo says, already digging out a ring around the lopsided sandcastle.

“We haven’t even finished the castle itself!” You protest, pushing him lightly as you use your other hand to pat down the base of the castle.

Kenma packs sand into a small bucket and delicately places it on top of the half-finished sand “castle” to make a tower. You find it cute how he’s the only one putting in decent effort, so you help him out by packing in another bucket of sand. “Kuro would be a terrible architect,” Kenma comments.

“You right, you right,” You sigh out while Kuroo squawks in protest. Kenma leans on you, out of instinct you think, and you kiss the top of his head gently. Kuroo covers his eyes and complains about his youth and young love before Kenma haphazardly bumps into you. Which leads to the sand castle collapsing.

“Ah- Kenma!” you cry out in panic, sweeping the sand together in a half-hearted attempt to piece it back into a cohesive castle. “Be careful!”

“No, look,” he says quietly, a small smile gracing his face.

“You worked so hard on the base too, to make it big and flat- oh?” You sit up a little bit when you see a small velvet box in the middle of the sand pile.

Kuroo gasps very loudly and you stare at Kenma in shock.

Oh my god. What’s happening, what’s happening, oh my god-

You slowly reach out for the box in the middle of the mess and take it delicately, brushing off the sand clinging to it. Your fingers pry it open with shaking fingers and you feel Kenma place his hand on your arm gently, his gorgeous honey eyes staring at you. The same honey eyes you fell in love with.

You're also in love with the gorgeous, sparkling amber ring that sits in the middle of the cushioned box.

“[Name]. I want to be married. To you. Will you marry me?” Kenma’s voice is soft and sweet but you know with the convincing sureness in his voice that he’s been practicing this line for at least a month and he’s become confident in it.

You start crying immediately (god damn it, you think to yourself) your heart blooming with joy and your entire body feels like it’s about to explode of pure happiness.

You kiss him, full on the lips with tears streaming down your face and he kisses back, his arms wrapping around you and you realize he’s crying too. With the possibly happiest voice you’ve ever used in your life, you cry out, “Of course I will!” on the beach with Kuroo clapping in the background.

Two years later on that beach, you two become the happiest couple on Earth.

[rkived]

tag game

rules: answer the 10 questions and write your own 

tagged by: @latetaektalk ty <3 

how are you today?

pretty good!! every day has been good for the past few weeks so that makes me automatically happy :D

what book has had the biggest impact on your life?

mmm i feel like reading the alchemist by paolo coelho in like seventh grade was very impactful for lil 13 y/o me 

what is something you think everybody should have done once in their life?

def go on a roadtrip with ur closest friends!

what story are you the most proud of and why?

i think chasing pavements! just bc it’s the story i’ve most put dedication into, also i consider it my first serious piece of writing i put here 

what has made you really happy recently?

having good days n i woke up to watch the newest run bts ep so that boosted my serotonin levels lol

what is the first thing you want to do after this whole pandemic is over and it’s safe to go out again?

i want to hangout with my bffs n also go on a trip with my family (we were supposed to go on one in july)

if you had to make a soundtrack/playlist based on your life, how would you call it and which songs would you include?

ooo i can’t think of a name but just know that it would include the interity of sza’s CTRL album n some jhené aiko too 

what is your favourite breakfast food?

oMG ok denny’s sells this AMAZING breakfast called the cinnamon roll pancake breakfast and it consists of pancakes covered in like cinnamon crumbs and whipped cream on top with some vainilla glaze and eggs, hash browns n sausages YUM i’m hungry T_T also i rlly like those breakfast muffins with like eggs, cheese n sausage (esp. wendy’s!!!!!!)

how did you get into writing and is it something you would like to do as your job?

lmao ok so i know i got into writing bc i started reading jonas brothers fanfics when i was like a baby, so i wrote one myself but it wasn’t romantic bc lil bb me did not understand the concept of love (i still don’t tbh) n i made it as a ‘’the jobros as ur bffs’’ fanfic LOL so that was my beginning ig n not really??? my study field actually requires u to be good at writing but i don’t envision myself as a writer tbh

did you remember to drink enough water today?

i know i should but i haven’t i’m sorry i’ll go drink a cup now :(

my ten questions!:

what is the weather like today for you?

what is the funniest thing that has happened to you?

if you could go back in time, is there something you would change?

what is the best thing you’ve read this past week?

what memory always makes you smile?

if you could only listen to one song for the rest of your life, what would it be?

what is your dream job?

what’s your biggest pet peeve?

who of the disney princesses do you relate the most to?

where do you hope to be in five years from now?

tagging: @viragguk @softguks @dewykth @softguks @cosmoguk n like everyone else who wants to do it i’m too shy to tag other ppl 👉🏼👈🏼

[nyruratchet]

Notes 4 - The Morning After

“People. People who need people are the luckiest people in the world.”

There are pills for straight couples to avoid pregnancy after a few moments of bliss, there are pills to help people stay safe from contracting HIV, there are pills to recorrect the chemical imbalance for people struggling with mental issues; there are pills for EVERYTHING, but no one has derived a magical pill to fix the pain one feels when forced to wake up the morning after valentine’s day alone.

Actually, this problem doesn’t just exist on Valentine’s day. But, seeing as how I’m perpetually single, I can attest to the fact that this day is the most painful (all other holidays come second). Just yesterday, someone asked a question, “yall fall in love with niggas y’all meet on apps??”

My response: Honestly, what are the other options? This is a legitimate question...

Him: Go meet someone in real life...apps aren’t real life! You don’t know that nigga til u see him. In real life, u see everything you as over and over on the app.

Me: You do (meet them), but those are the same guys on the apps. And no one gives you the time of day at bars, events, etc. So, ur stuck with friends of friends, coworkers (nope) and apps...really (WTF?)

Him: Idk who y’all meeting but niggs stay tryin to see wassup on the low when I’m out...especially the damn gym!

Now, I then had to check him and remind him that, just because YOU are so attractive and have thousands of followers that men just flock to you, THAT IS NOT the average gay man’s reality. Just recently a black man on Grindr says he doesn’t like black men. Only whites and latinos. Yep, this is the world I live in. So when you all think I’m crazy to think I’m not in someone’s league, please know there are factors in the chess game that I’m aware of that you have NO CLUE about. Being the darker brother in the gay community is not easy and constantly I am made to feel like I’m not worthy of inclusion in it. Being dark is not acceptable. Nor is being skinny. Nor is not having a BBC (which is all anyone seems to value from us). Nor is being open to love; I’ve been faulted way too many times for that tbh. Almost as many times as I’ve been skinny-shamed or considered fem. Guys in our community are looking more for TS girls than black men. Period. I see “girls” on Grindr far too much. THERE, I said what I said. Grindr’s way of dealing with this influx...ask me to list myself as a CIS man. NO THE FUCK I WILL NOT! I’m a man. These labels are too much. can’t meet men in bars or apps or work. So, let me know...HOW?

To lose my virginity I had to get on craigslist and whore myself out like a rentboy (no money involved) only to get this catfish older man to respond. I was 21 years old and saw this as my only chance before moving to NY. Guys throughout my life up until this point (as i wrote about in my last post) had been ignoring me. I was invisible in the world of gay sex. I might as well have been a eunuch or a monk. I was always the “friend”...still am. So, I took this less then adequate gentleman and let him penetrate me for the first time; give me my first kiss (yuck, it was awful); and teach me a few things. I thought, after this, I’ll never have to settle for less than I deserve...BOY was I wrong.

Back to the part about me being invisible for a moment. Throughout high school, people knew I was gay. I told a few guys and expressed interest and they paid me no attention. COME TO FIND OUT, my (at the time good) friend Jonathan, had slept with a quite a few of them. (Backstory, I fell for Jonathan, he spurned me too, we became great friends, he then transitioned into being a woman, and now we don’t really talk). So, When I found this out, I was devastated. TO THIS DAY, I will never understand why I was not enough. I was SOOOOO nice to these guys. Dustin used to get picked on in middle school, and I used to stand up for him. Nick was the most beautiful boy in the world in high school with a smile that could like up the darkest soul and I would always root for him, etc. But, I wasn’t who they wanted. I mean, You think I’m a good guy now, you should have known me back then. I was such a kind spirit. My soul is so dark now and I don’t think that will ever be rectified.

These next instances are the reasons I will never be untainted. THESE STORIES ARE NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. If you don’t want to cry, feel sorry for me, or worry, stop reading now.

I have been abused mentally, physically, and emotionally. These stories are in sequential order.

When I was traveling once, I was drinking and felt like fulling one of my fantasies. I don’t remember why, but i know that I hadn’t been touched in a WHILE. And for a person who needs that, just a moment where someone can use you to “get off” is enough to make it through the night. One fantasy that is very popular in the gay community of being fucked by visitor who comes in the unlocked door and fucks you, then leaves after he finishes. No strings attached (NSA), photos presented beforehand (pics), usually some time of safeguards in place. I was new, and it was my fault. This guy sent me pictures on whatever app I was using, think it was Craigslist. He told me all his information, I told him where I was staying and said I’d be blindfolded, ready for him to fuck me when he walked in. As SOON as he walked in, I heard the door close and lock and I had a feeling something was wrong. He came up behind me, naked and grabbed my neck chokingly and SHOVED into me. And this guy’s body was WAY bigger than what he said. He was chub/stocky and nothing like what he had sent me. I tried to tell him to stop, that I didn’t want HIM. But clearly, he had done this before. And this was before catfishing was a THING. So, he wasn’t going to stop no matter how much I struggled. So, I resulted that this was a part of the “fantasy” that I had signed up for. I could NOT call this rape. I will never call that rape. Yes, someone lied to me, wouldn’t stop when I said so, but I was totally in the wrong here. I put myself in a situation to be taken advantage of by a stranger. That is one of the things that makes this fantasy so hot. Just happens in my case, that it went terribly awry,  So, I went limp and let him finish. He left. I locked the door and took down the posting I had made. My throat was on fire and he had pulled my hair too hard. But he was gone and I was alone again. 

Another time in a hotel room, laying over in Washington, Dulles I was getting ready for bed. I was hungry, so put my iphone on the charger, grabbed my food and went for the microwave on another floor. When I came back, my phone was charged enough to check my facebook. As soon as I opened it up, on my timeline it says “PAUL IS IN A RELATIONSHIP”. I said, wait...what? My Paul? the one who I helped move? The one I got a xmas tree for? The one I held while crying? The one I protected from himself? The one whose bed I was JUST in? The guy I had been talking to like every day? My heart was beating out of my chest and I couldn’t breathe. Now, I’m not nor have I ever been naive. We weren’t a couple. He wan’t mine. But I wanted him, made it known. He said lots of things that didn’t add up to much. But, I was in his life, so I accepted that until he could give me more. But when I saw THAT status. I LOST it! Why? because he had told me WORD FOR WORD: “I don’t want a relationship right now. I have some little twink guy from this broadway show who likes me, but I’m not interested.” I always did status checks to make sure I didn’t get blindsided. But alas, here I was despite all my effors. My body went NUMB. Tears ran down my face. I dropped to my knees and asked God or whomever was in charge of things WHY the FUCK was it not me?? Am I not cute enough? Am I too poor? Not successful enough? What did I do? I immediately texted my friend Ant and told her what was up and that I was ready to end it. Before I knew it, I was on a 3 way call. What no one knows is, at one point I was bathroom, in the tub, with a razor, a full bottle of advil, a bottle of wine to hopefully make the blood run faster. I had never contemplated killing myself. This was a knee-jerk reaction to someone I loved with every fiber of my being choosing to give his love to someone else who didnt even have to try! If he could throw me away after I gave all I had and more that I didn’t even know I had in me, and he STILL didn’t want me, how is anyone else gonna love/choose me? So, I was ready to end it. Cuz I knew, this would not be the last time this would happen; guys don’t seem to care who they hurt or how. Paul texted me and said he didn’t owe me any explanation “dude”.  But my friends talked me down from that ledge I was prepping to jump off. I also was terrified of doing it. I didn’t know if it would even work. And I didnt want my family to go through that. Till this day, that is why I could never commit suicide. I do think about it, yes. My life sucks. And try as I may, I don’t see a reason for me being here. And yes, I’ve been to many therapists ever since college. Its not a problem that can be talked out. I suffer from depression that can only be assuaged by fixing the problem; the problem is my life. (love, money, music). So, I just try to keep on. I’m not bi-polar; although, sometimes I wish I were. That is a diagnosis that can be managed with medication. My life, cannot be managed. But I’m trying...I am trying.

Now, as I mentioned before, not a big fan of coworker dating/fucking/etc. HOWEVER, there are 2 people I have always said I’d try if I had the chance. Because they may be reading this (doubt it, but I will fight my petty urges), We’ll just call them Trip and Kurt. Now, Trip and I have been messaging off and on doing this whole cat and mouse thing for years. He winds up telling me he’s interested but we couldn’t tell anyone at work; which I agreed to. And would have tried to keep his confidence, FOR HIM. He is really against work relations as well. This all started with grindr and just escalated to us talking off and on. Finally one day, he texts ME and asks “Hey sexy, you in NY?” I wasn’t. Was working. But I never post my whereabouts on FBOOK so, the question was warranted. He said he really wanted to fuck. Our paths kept not being able to cross. So, LONG story short, I rearranged my schedule and we set up a “date” at his place when I got back. I was working a redeye. Told him I’d get home, run my errands take a quick nap and be over to make a full day of it. Trip agrees with everything. I do exactly what I say (I’m a Leo, it’s what we do. We’re consistent. We’re straight forward). I pick up a bottle of $20+ wine to show him I really give a shit and to be courteous because a good southern boy doesn’t arrive at someone’s house empty handed. I knew he had been done wrong and I wanted to put my first foot forward, even if it was just sex he wanted. I message him when I was on the way back home...no response. Ok, I wanna shower. Text him again...tells me he’s out. I say, “ok well just tell me when to head over. I’ll be at home” He says “ok sounds good baby.”  Ok, so I take my hour nap so I don’t miss his text. (For me, you KNOW that is no small feat!) I get up and he still hasn’t messaged me. So I wait...and wait...and wait for 5 hours. Then I text him “Ok...well, headed to bed I guess. Hope you had a good night. (he’s scheduled to work the next day so I KNOW no late fun was happening)  But beforehand, my spidey senses were tingling. So, I got on facebook. OH, he’s out living his best life! Fuck MY time right? Awesome. I had a drink then went to sleep. Next day, he messages me that he fell asleep after getting home. BOO, so...you left your friends (after you went out...yeah, I saw the check-ins), hopped a train, got home, and never NOT ONCE thought to text me to tell me a damn thing?! But you say “sorry” and I’m supposed to just accept that? No. I wanted you past the point of that barrier I placed up barring all guys I worked with. You just took a big dump on that AND made me feel shitty in the process. I took that bottle of white wine to the head by myself at some point btw...

Now Kurt, he’s special...I met him and was immediately entranced. To keep this one shorter, he also told me HE DIDNT WANT TO DATE ANYONE. Guys need to stop telling these motha fuckin lies!  Ok, so I’ll be your friend. But I really like him. So, I’m minding my own business and facebook again notifies me, Kurt is in a relationship. OH? with WHOM? Oh! someone we work with? Someone you met AFTER ME?! Interesting...now, when this boy confessed a secret to me, I was totally loving and told him my past experiences and that he’s and amazing person, etc. So, the next time we work together, I don’t mention his new BF. He brings it up and explains how and why he fell for him. WOULDNT YOU KNOW IT, the boyfriend said the same thing I did about his secret but just BEFORE he happened to conceal it. I tried so hard not to roll my eyes when he told me that. It was like a smack in the face. If you don’t think I’m cute, just say that. But don’t talk about how someone’s heart won you over. Cuz I was here loving on you before. I went back up to my room (tipsy) turned on some Aaliyah and cried myself to sleep. I am never gonna be enough for these boys/men. I saw that now. Paul had recently resurged and re-exited my life after telling me he loved me. I WAITED for that! He was the first man to ever say those words. And they were supposed to mean something! And shortly after...he ghosted me again. So, I’m feeling pretty worthless at this point.

No matter what I do, I’m never good enough. I keep trying to be the best me and there is always someone there saying, nah...this other dude is better. Swipe left. “Thank you, Next” (I don’t like Ariana Grande btw.) I have this fear that when I’m old, some guy I’ve loved forever will find me and say, I married someone else. He’s gone now, he did me wrong. We can be together now. Like I’m only going to be someone’s choice after their first choices have bit the dust. That is NOT okay with me. 

So, here I am on Valentine’s day trying to explain to all of you who have someone to “come home to”. EVEN if you don’t like Vday, do not pretend that this day doesn’t matter or make people feel a certain way. I’m alone AND I’m lonely. Don’t tell me I shouldn’t feel this unless you tell me how to not feel that way; and your explanation better not involve friends. Sorry, friends have their own issues and while checking in and venting is great, they can’t be your life support. They can’t help you take care of your heart. Especially if they are married, have kids, etc. You’re the single 3rd wheel. 

I tried to take myself to the movies. The movies I wanted were all sold out by couples. Dinner, tables full. So, I ate leftovers from yesterday’s dinner I cooked and am halfway through this bottle of wine. You cannot fault a person for wanting love. Finding it may have been somewhat easy/happenstance for you. And I try not to fault YOU for that. Everything has been hard for me. Literally, everything. That’s the only reason I’m still here. Because when something happens, I yell, scream, vent, handle it like Olivia Pope, then continue on. No one is there at night when i lay down. No one said Happy Valentine’s day to me today. No one is gonna smile at me when i wake up in the morning.  Nope, I have to survive my morning after by myself. No pill in hand to help.

“Children needing other children, yet letting our grown-up pride hide all the need inside...acting more like children, than children.”

[kazenokuri]

Expedition to Sol2487-3 Pt.3

Still shocked from the total annihilation of our ship and half of our crew, whereas another one was grievously wounded and at death’s door, we retreatet into the field again. That pitchblack winged avatar of doom wasn’t alone anymore. Hordes of them circled in the sky and stalked through the shredded pieces of our ship, scavenging the mortal remains of our crew, of our comrades, of our friends. And there was nothing we could do about it. Even with full force, our weapons would barely harm even one of those sick bastards, let alone drive the whole flock away. So all we could do was accept, retreat and reconsider our situation - or going nuts, like Üprrkl, a Pjörecian scientist under command of Dr. Proaxl. “We’re done for! We all gonna die! Abandon all hope, for there is no chance we’re gonna make it! Our ship - gone! Our supplies - gone! Our respiratory systems - at 35%! Our...” It was my first mate Xato Nexgrra, who attended to him. Calmly he put his weapon away, crawled over to the shivering, babbling formerly rational man. He sat down before him, showed an understanding glimpse. And hit him full throttle with all fifteen of his whip like limbs right in his face. “SHUT! THE HELL! UP!” The scientist, completly taken by surprise, obeyed speechless while rubbing his left face knob.

Dr. Proaxl made a harrumphing noise - how exactly, without a throat, has kept me riddling ever since. I apologised to her. “I’m afraid one of the ship operating squad under my command laid a hand - or fifteen - on one of your squad members. It shall not repeat.” “Oh, you shouldn’t apologise. I wanted to thank you, Xato Nexgrra, for I would have slapped him myself if I had arms. It’s no help giving in to despair. We have to focus on surviving, and first in securing treatment for Loxxar Kraes. We were able to stop the bleeding for now, but he indeed won’t make it if we can’t prevent an inflammation of the wound and stop his pain. It’s at dangerous levels right now.” “J-just leave me behind” coughed the wounded soldier, and it seemed to drain all virtue out of him. “NO WAY!!!” I had to hold back an emotional shivering, for it was not my words alone, but nine out of ten of us said it in chorus, even the lower ranks went all out and ignored military discipline to decline his demand. Alone Üprrkl didn’t say anything and I didn’t care whether it wasn’t his opinion or he just had accepted to shut the hell up. Loxxar Kraes barked stertorously and closed his eyes, but his mime told me he felt proud and gratefull of his men and the rest of us.

“Allright, we can’t stay here, we have to move to find shelter, maybe supplies or even medicine. The road is out of the question, those flying spawns of hell would tear us apart. That round fluffy thing from before was at least peaceful when we didn’t try to touch it’s food. So through the woods, it is. Praxx, Rae’krotar, you both carry Loxxar Kraes. Dr. Proaxl and her squad around you, and Xato Nexgrra at the back, Lsrl Krck and Koarl cover the sides, I’ll take the lead. I’d say we follow the course of the road, maybe we find the sentinent life form and can request their help. Weapons alltime at the ready! Let’s go!”

Our formation ranged carefully through the terrain. After some distance, Dr Proaxl closed op to me. “Loxxar Kraes is a fine soldier. Not many could endure this level of pain that long. But we have to hurry.” I didn’t answer, just grumbled for myself. The doc’s nebulous body touched my arm and immediately her voice rang inside of my mind: “Do you believe it would be wise to force contact to this world’s inhabitants?” Under normal circumstances, this violation of my personal space would be considered grievely rude both in military and social ways, and if this would be any other day, Dr. Proaxl would be the last person in the whole universe who would nonchalantly cross that line. But this was not normal, this was not every other day, and we were not a IFPS ship’s crew anymore, we were cast aways, brothers and sisters who shared a gruesome fate. And I realised immediatly, she only asked me in mind so the others couldn’t hear it and fuel up their doubts and latent despair. “Have we any other choice?” I thought. I didn’t get an answer. Time was against us, in more than one way. We all knew that Üprrkl had hit the nail on the head. And any stand - the IFPS’ standardized unit of time - brought us nearer to the end - of whatever it might be. We swapped our positions, so everyone had once to carry our wounded companion, but it did’t help the fact all of us grew hungry and tired and slowed down. “Let’s rest. It’s no use if anyone of us broke down. 20 stands to regain some stamina.” “Wouldn’t it be nice to have something to eat?” asked Koarl. “I ain’t gonna touch those grains!” yelled Rae’krotar. We had seen some shadows of what might be those fluffy round beasts or any other lifeform of this planet. But since those shadows didn’t bother to come closer to us, we had no mentionable encounter since the disaster with our ship. And we intended to keep it that way, so we took some detours to avoid getting too near to any scattered grains crossing our path. “Guys...” It was Üprrkl. Xato Nexgrra’s slapping had shut him up for quite the time, but eventually he started to murmur his “we gonna die, we gonna starve, we gona suffocate” again and no one had the virtue to slap him again - at least hard enough so it would have any effect. So we decided to ignore him. “Guys!!!....” “Just what the heck is your probl... oh.” “Seems like we gonna be the food.” Behind our backs, two glowing yellow eyes glanced through the long shadows of the streaks. As I could recall, they were even bigger than that winged black bastard’s ones, and both of them starred at us simultaniously, frontal. The black pupils were narrow slits, and in the cornea we could see our own reflections. “Those eyes are aligned to create two overlapping fields of view, capable of exact depth perception. It’s a predator!” proclaimed Üprrkl. What an unnecessary piece of information. As if those fangs and claws wouldn’t be self-explanatory. The body of the creature, probaply even bigger than the black flying monsters, huddled up, not in a defending way, but to prepare for a jumping attack. Even if you could only assume the whole size - most of it was covered by the shadows - one could tell the attack was imminent.

Suddenly, the earth shattered. “KI...KI...KI..HE...KI...KI...KI...” It was a deafening noise, followed by an earthquake. And another one. And another. “Those are steps!” screamed Üprrkl. Oh I began to hate his constantly uttering of the obvious. The monster ceased preparing his attack and looked up to the sky. Up to it’s full size and coming one step into the light, it was so frickin’ huge it could have swallod one of us at whole. But there was something even more frickin’ Xaleates damn huge bursting through the tops of the cultivated grass: A giant! A frickin’ gigantic giant! With a head taller than a mountain and limbs longer than our former ship’s supply tunnels, with five appendices at their ends, forming grotesk claws like parts of construction site vehicles. “AH...THE...U...R...IT... TI... TO... GO... HO...” The gigantic limb reached for the “smaller” monster’s neck and pulled it upwards. The “little” monsters hung like a sack, obviously devote to its unavoidable fate. The giant lifted the monster to its breast and hold it firm, then it threw its glance onto us. Parallel eyes! A predator like nothing comparable in the universe! “OH... IT... U...! I... SA... UR... SHI... CRA... AN... TRY... TO... HE... U... BUT... U... WE... GO...” growled the giant. We were to frightened to move just a single limb, let allone run away. Only Dr. Proaxl - who hadn’t limbs - could move. And she went straight up to the giant, levitating right to his head. “No! Doctor!” I screamed, but she ignored me. The giant stared at her with wide opened eyes, studiing its prey to the fullest. Dr. Proaxl had now reached its head, passed the enormous jaw with teeth big like daggers, meant to crush anything between it. Then she went straight for a single prominent knob in the middle of the giant’s face - and touched it. The pupils of the giant widened vastly as Dr. Proaxl entered its mind. “Oh, what pleasant surprise!” her voice chimed down to us. “It’s this world’s  sentinent inhabitant. It’s willing to help us. And it’s a pup.”

[artificialqueens]

In Sickness and In Health Ch2 - shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - first of all i would like to wish the happiest of birthdays to nymph, i love u grandma!!! <333

second of all, thanks to tiff for letting me get this in when it didn’t work! ur an angel

hope u enjoy!!

Around an hour later, or as Alaska was learning to judge time, eight coughing fits later, Miss Michaels re-entered the room. She was lucky to have just missed another one of Sharon’s violent attacks, and the princess had lain back down on her bed, her skin practically grey and her chest heaving. Alaska tore her gaze away from the sick princess and to Miss Michaels, who seemed to grasp what had just happened instantly upon entering, but said nothing about it. She probably knew Sharon didn’t want her to make a fuss.

“Are you ladies hungry?” Miss Michaels asked them. “Sharon, Her Royal Highness has requested that the two of you join them for dinner.”

That didn’t sound like an unusual request – at least, not to Alaska. Surely it was fairly normal for the eldest princess to sit and eat with her family, as well as the poor woman who’d offered to try and help her. However, Sharon raised her eyebrows and struggled to prop herself up onto her skinny elbows, apparently shocked.

“She’s not keeping me quarantined? Shit, she really must think she’s sending me off to my death.” The princess deadpanned.

Miss Michaels smiled sadly. “You know it isn’t like that, dear. It pains your mother to keep you away from the family, you know it does. She only does what the palace doctor advises.”

“And a fat lot of good his advice has done,” Sharon muttered softly, but she relented despite her bitter words. “I guess I’d like to say goodbye to them. They’re not too unbearable. Mother Dust, will you-?”

She didn’t need to finish her question. Miss Michaels let the door she was leaning against close behind her as she walked towards the bed, helping the twenty-four year old to her feet and supporting her as they stood. Alaska could see that Sharon’s entire bodyweight was resting on Miss Michaels, her muscles straining as she tried to hold her own but was too weak. It was no surprise that Miss Michaels could still walk with ease; when Sharon had nearly collapsed onto Alaska after her first coughing fit, she’d weighed nearly nothing. Alaska got to her feet to hold the door open for the two, and quickly followed as they left.

The dining room, just as Alaska expected, was lavish and rich. There was a long table directly in the middle, laden with gleaming silverware and dishes, with the King and Queen seated at opposite sides and the two younger princesses sat together on one side. Instantly, the smell of warm, fresh food made Alaska’s stomach rumble beyond belief. None of the prepared dishes had been revealed yet, but the smell alone told Alaska she would never eat like this again.

She took her seat next to Sharon, who was helped down by Miss Michaels. The princess, contrary to Alaska, didn’t seem all too thrilled about the prospect of eating such an expensive meal. When she noticed Princess Adore watching her, Alaska saw the older princess cross her eyes and stick out her tongue, winking when her sister started to giggle. It was only a small thing, but in her current state it obviously took a lot for her to try. Even so, her forced positivity faded as soon as it had appeared.

“Thank you for joining us, you two. I think it’s always pertinent to have a good meal before a journey.” The Queen smiled brightly, though it faltered slightly at her daughter’s less-than enthusiastic expression.

“Me too. Haven’t had one of those in a long time.” Sharon mumbled darkly.

Alaska sucked in a breath at the sudden change in the overall atmosphere. Just like that, the sick princess had the power to completely switch the mood. Princess Adore ducked her head down, refusing to make eye contact, whilst Princess Laila glared at her older sister. Sharon stared stonily back, unfazed by the negative reactions she was receiving. In the mean time, the King and Queen eyed each other nervously, not sure how to approach the situation. All three princesses were upset, and they had a guest to deal with on top of that. Alaska stayed quiet, doing her best to give the royal family a little bit of peace.

The King was the first to speak again. “Now, come on Sharon. Didn’t we talk about this with Miss Michaels just the other week?”

Sharon nodded slowly. “Oh, right. Yes, we did. Being more positive in terms of my attitude and towards life in general.” She paused, coughing violently into a napkin before facing her father again. “Wow, I feel better already.”

“Sharon!” The Queen chastised.

“Sorry.” Sharon muttered sarcastically. “It was just a joke. I don’t feel any better.”

Sensing the tension in the air, Miss Michaels and a few other servants who were lingering by started to serve the meal, their bustling around effectively distracting everyone from the dispute. As far as the eye could see, there were rich, seasoned meats, steaming vegetables, aromatic bread and all kinds of deep crimson and purple wine. There was no doubt in Alaska’s mind that this meal alone probably cost more than her entire house. When the plate was handed to her, she decided to follow suit along with the rest of the family and inhale as much as she could – of course, trying her best to look as polite and meek as she could whilst doing so. As soon as everything had been handled out, Miss Michaels moved towards Sharon.

“No, Miss Michaels. Stop. We’re not doing this.” She told the woman, waving her away. “I don’t – not in front of…”

Through a mouthful of wine, Alaska turned her head to watch Sharon gesturing towards her sisters, her eyes fixed on Miss Michaels. The oldest princess didn’t have a plate in front of her, but one of the servants had placed down a bowl filled with some kind of soup instead. It didn’t look very appealing, and Sharon didn’t appear to want to eat it.

“You need your energy, Your Highness.” Miss Michaels insisted, sitting down beside her. “If this is the only way to do it, then so be it.” She lifted one of the spoons from the table.

Sharon pushed her hand away yet again. “Stop it! This is undignified, I’m not doing it. Leave it, I refuse.”

Across the table, Laila raised her eyebrows. “Since when have you ever had dignity?”

“Fuck off, Laila. I didn’t realize we’d invited you into the conversation.” Sharon snapped back at her.

There it was again, the mounting tension that occurred every time Sharon spoke. Alaska wasn’t sure if the family had always been like this, or whether it was just Sharon’s mysterious illness adding to her irritability, but either way it was extremely uncomfortable to witness.

The King finished chewing and frowned. “Sharon, language! Laila, don’t provoke your sister. We asked you to join us for dinner before you leave so we can spend some time together, but you’re more than welcome to return to your room to eat if you’re going to be so negative.”

“Language, my ass.” Sharon swore, prompting all the eyes at the table to widen. “Excuse me for not wanting to sit here and be fucking spoon-fed soup at the age of twenty four because I’m too fucking weak to hold the goddamn spoon steady. I would literally prefer it if you locked me in that fucking bedroom to eat as I have been the past few months anyway, considering I can’t fucking keep this solid food down any longer and it makes you all so goddamn upset. Let Miss Michaels take me back upstairs so I can be fed this shit like a fucking baby without getting stared at. In case you forgot, I’m sick, not fucking invalid.”

By the end of her rant, Sharon’s voice had become hoarse and strained, like it didn’t want to work any longer. Her ashen skin was inflamed and red, and her chest heaved up and down with the effort it had taken. Alaska froze, holding her breath without even realizing as she waited. Her gaze fell upon the Queen, so similar in appearance to all three of her daughters, her gloved hands clapped over her mouth and tears shining in her eyes. The King slammed his fork down onto the table.

“Look what you’re doing to your family! Look at your poor mother, she doesn’t deserve to be treated the way you’re treating her. Why do you think we agreed for this young lady to help you? So that you won’t be sick and you can stop tearing this family apart!”

Sharon coughed loudly, ducking her head under the table, and resurfaced with her face even redder than it was before. “Look what I’m doing to the family?! Look what this illness is doing to me! I can’t fucking feed myself, if you didn’t get that. I’m not tearing this goddamn family apart, I’m being isolated from it whilst whatever fucking disease I have tears me apart! Is it so hard to understand? But by all means, let’s worry about mother, shall we? Let’s worry about Laila, and Adore.”

The King breathed heavily, his own skin growing red with anger. “So you don’t care about your mother? You don’t care about your sisters? Your future as the Queen of this kingdom?”

“No. I hope this journey kills me.”

With a shuddering gasp, the Queen stood up from her chair, quickly taking Laila and Adore under her arm and whisking them out of the room with her. Alaska’s cheeks were heated, flushed from the awkwardness of being the only human barrier between the King and the princess. She heard a loud sob, and then the door closed behind the Queen and the two younger princesses.

Tears filled Sharon’s eyes. “I – I didn’t mean that. I didn’t…”

Without another word, the King abandoned his seat and followed his wife out, leaving just Alaska, Sharon, Miss Michaels, and a few other servants in the room. In the silence, it felt glaringly empty and wrong, and the servants quickly got to work clearing everything up. Sharon bunched up her napkin and threw it across the room, sinking lower into her seat and crossing her arms over her chest. Her dull blue eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

“I always have to fuck everything up.” She cursed, uncrossing her arms again to presumably feel for a napkin, before dabbing at her tears with her sleeve. “Where’s – oh fuck it, whatever.”

Tentatively, Alaska reached out, placing a hand onto Sharon’s shoulder. The princess instantly whipped her head round, her watery eyes meeting with Alaska’s and then hitting the floor. Not quite sure how far she could push it, she gently squeezed and mustered the courage to speak.

“Hey, don’t… you didn’t, uh, mess everything up. You can still talk to them, right? We’re not – we’re not leaving until tonight. You have time.”

Sharon scoffed, wiping away one of her tears. “Time is the one thing I don’t have. Besides, they don’t wanna talk to me. Not after that.”

Alaska frowned. “But don’t you see? They’re upset at you because you’re talking about dying, and the last thing they want is for you to die. They care about you.”

“I don’t care about them.”

Miss Michaels interjected, pulling Sharon to her feet and enveloping her in a hug. Sharon seemed to shrink even more in the older woman’s embrace, sobbing into her chest.

“Why are you crying, then?” Miss Michaels asked softly. “If you don’t care? Or are you lying to poor old Mother Dust?”

Sharon sniffed, saying nothing.

“You do remember what happens when naughty princesses lie to me, don’t you?” There was a hint of teasing in her voice. She held Sharon at arm’s-length to grin at her, poking her skinny ribs through the dress. “Surely you remember.”

Alaska wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard Sharon laugh ever-so-quietly. “Mother Dust. Don’t.”

Before Alaska even knew what was happening, the princess was shrieking and giggling, and Miss Michaels was grinning as she poked and prodded at her, finding all the ticklish spots she presumably knew from her childhood. Alaska laughed along with them as she watched, interested to see how long Sharon could withstand it before she crumbled. In only seconds, she was begging for mercy from the servant, ripping herself free and clinging onto the back of the chair for support. For a few moments she was doubled over, trying to catch her breath, before the fit of coughing overtook her once more. Alaska looked away just as the dark blood began to stain the tablecloth.

“I guess I sh-should apologise to them.” Sharon said as she straightened, her voice muffled by her hands. “Or – or something. S-So I don’t leave them w-with bad mem-memories of me. Miss Michaels-”

Without needing further instruction, Miss Michaels rushed to Sharon’s side, helping the princess to her feet once again and supporting her in taking a few tentative steps. After the first couple, Sharon waved her away and began to walk unaided, if slightly shakily, towards the door her family had exited through not long ago. Alaska, suddenly lost in the midst of a palace with a princess and her family troubles, got up to walk next to Miss Michaels. The older lady was hovering behind Sharon a little, cautious in case she were to lose strength.

Things definitely hadn’t gone as Alaska had expected them to. She’d never been a part of the archetypal family – two parents and some siblings – but she hadn’t expected the royal family to be so… normal, she supposed, in their interactions. In public, they were formal and of the utmost politeness to everybody else including each other, yet in the comfort of their palace it was almost as though they weren’t royalty at all, just normal folk. Sharon swore more than some of the rougher boys in the orphanage where she, Courtney and Willam had grown up. Yet she was a princess, not common blood like they were.

The group made their way back through the door they’d first entered through, Alaska’s eyes first falling upon the winding staircase and then the long marble corridor stretching out toward what she presumed was the garden. One of the doors was ajar, open just enough to reveal a bit of light coming from inside, and some low voices talking. Not hesitating for a moment, Sharon pressed on, leaving Miss Michaels and Alaska to follow and linger awkwardly in the doorway as she walked in.

“It’s not right…” Adore was muttering, sat on the floor in front of a tall white dollhouse. The younger princess looked upset, her dark hair falling in front of her eyes and a doll clutched in her fist. In the corner, curled up in an expensive-looking gilt chair, Laila sulked and watched her sister play.

“I know it’s not.” She said bluntly. “What can I do about it?”

Neither girl seemed to have noticed Sharon’s presence, as though she were a ghost in the room. Upon approaching the dollhouse, Sharon dropped to her knees and took hold of one of the discarded dolls, her hair torn completely off. A smile made its way onto her face as she ran her thumb against the doll’s bristles, eye to eye with Adore.

“Remind me of her name again?” Sharon asked softly.

Adore looked up at her, smiling back somewhat nervously. “Polly.”

Sharon chuckled. “Right. She used to be my favourite, you know. You know what I did with her?”

Adore shook her head at her sister. “What did you do?”

“I ripped all her hair out.” Sharon grinned. “Then I was forced to give her up, because there was a baby in the house who wanted to play with her.”

She jerked her head in Laila’s direction. “And then Laila put her all back together again. Gave her beautiful soft hair, repainted her face all delicate and sweet, even sewed clothes for her. And then –” Adore was starting to giggle at Sharon’s repetitive story. “I was thirteen, and there was another new baby. That little baby grew up, started to play with the doll, and then?”

For her finale, she jabbed Adore in the arm with the hairless doll. “She proceeded to tear out all her hair. You’re a little devil, just like me.”

Adore smiled.

“My little mini-me. Can you promise me something? Can you promise that whilst I’m away, you’ll be a little less devilish? Only whilst I’m gone. Then when I’m back, I’ll play with you and you can be as devilish as you like. Is that a deal?”

Adore was silent for a moment, as if she was thinking. Then, in a sudden rush of affection, she flung her arms around Sharon’s neck and hugged her tightly. Sharon faltered, clearly not expecting it, before hugging back.

“I promise.” Adore whispered. “You’re gonna come back and play?”

“I will. I just gotta get better, and then when I’m better, me and you can wreak havoc in these doll’s lives.”

With some difficulty, the princess straightened, ruffling Adore’s hair before making her way over to Laila. On closer inspection, she held a heavy book to her chest, and was scanning the pages far too quickly to be actually reading them. It was clear her gaze was firmly planted on the pages to avoid interacting with Sharon, but even in her weakness she had such a commanding aura; Laila had no choice but to look up.

“Listen to me,” Sharon began, sitting in the chair next to her sister. “Will you listen?”

Laila’s grip on her book intensified. Her knuckles were practically trembling with the effort. “No. Won’t you just go on your journey so you can hurry and die, just like you said?”

Sharon sighed. “Laila, please. Listen to me.”

The middle princess closed her eyes, her face screwing up. “I’m all ears. Make it quick.”

“I’m sorry. I snapped, I didn’t mean to upset you or Adore like that. Do you believe me? Can you trust me?” Sharon’s questions were peculiar. Alaska frowned from the doorway as she tried to figure out what was happening.

“I can trust you.” Laila said stiffly. “Is that it?”

Sharon shook her head. “No, no. Can I trust you? I have to say something important, and I can’t trust Adore with it because she’s too little. I can’t trust mother or father, because they won’t react properly.”

Laila nodded, a little impatiently. “You can trust me.”

“Good.” Sharon swallowed. “You know – you know I’m not healthy. You know there’s a good chance that I’ll… you know that to me, tomorrow isn’t a guarantee. But you, you’re strong. Mother may say you can be grumpy and moody – which you are – but you’re sixteen, we all were. However, I need to know that I can trust you to do my job.”

“Your job?” Laila cocked her head, momentarily confused. Sharon took hold of one of Laila’s hands, freeing it from the grasp of her book and clinging onto it.

“You need to be fair, and kind, and thoughtful, and forgiving. You and I both struggle with those, that’s why we argue. We’re so alike.” Sharon smiled. “But those are the characteristics that a queen needs, so she can be a good ruler. You need to be able to take on that role, for me. Do better than I would do.”

Laila’s eyes filled with tears, which she tried to hide with an angry frown. “B-But you’re going to be queen. You’re the oldest.”

Sharon wiped at her own eyes. “And I’m also the sickest. You know – t-there’s a chance I won’t – I won’t make it to… to my coronation. So you – you’ll have to do it. Promise me you’ll do that.”

“I promise.” Laila reached over, similarly to Adore, to hug her sister. The moment was sweet and brief, and soon enough the pair pulled apart and Sharon got to her feet for the last time. Her face wore a melancholy smile as she walked towards the door where Alaska and Miss Michaels were stood, stopping about halfway. She sighed heavily and turned around to face her two sisters a final time.

“I love you, both of you. I’m sorry if I didn’t say it enough. I love you.” She finished, and ducked out of the door before the tears threatening to fall could spill over.

Realization hit Alaska like a freight train. Sharon was saying goodbye. She hadn’t dared to utter the word itself, knowing the emotional turmoil it would bring with it, and instead had addressed each sister personally. Saying her own goodbye in a way that would take them a little while to figure out. Alaska guessed she was hoping that they wouldn’t realize she’d been saying goodbye until she had left. Even so, her words had a very final note to them.

“Mother Dust, get Miss Dujour and Miss Creme to collect some of my basic things, tell them to get as little as possible. Just that fucking pot, a spare dress and my money, I think. I don’t want to make the horses carry too much, we’ll take a local everyday carriage.” Sharon ordered, and then halted. “And, uh… don’t – don’t tell my parents I’m leaving. Not until after we’ve left. I don’t want to face goodbyes with them.”

Miss Michaels nodded slowly, taking her orders with no response and setting off up the tall staircase, calling the names of the other servants on her way to find the King and Queen. Once she was completely out of sight, Sharon let out a long breath and slumped against the banister.

“That was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

Alaska’s heart ached for the princess. “Saying goodbye? I could only imagine.”

Sharon nodded. “Yeah, and –” She lifted both of her hands to her mouth, coughing. “H-Holding back all th-these c-coughs.”

Just as Alaska was about to speak, Sharon held up one finger to stop her and spat into a nearby plant pot, the dark blood from her lips blending in with the almost black soil. Alaska winced, doing all she could to avoid sucking in a breath through her teeth. She was pretty sure that the last thing Sharon wanted was her pity, so she tried to keep it internalized.

“Shit. Sorry, Alaska. I suppose you’ll be lucky if you don’t have to put up with all of this for very long.”

Alaska shook her head fiercely, taken aback. “Don’t! God, Sharon – I can deal with a bit of blood if it means I could possibly save your life. I’m not heartless.”

Sharon laughed. “Of course, I forgot. When you spend your whole life in palace balls and surrounded by other royalty you don’t experience much selflessness. We’re bred to be selfish.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Alaska stated firmly. “You don’t seem selfish. You were sweet to your sisters, and in a way you’re sparing your parents the pain of a goodbye. That’s pretty selfless.”

At her words, Alaska saw the princess brighten a little. It wasn’t much, certainly not enough to bring her back from the darkness she’d fallen into, but for a second Alaska saw it. The old glow in her skin, the old twinkle in her eye and the old joy of her smile. It flickered back like a candle in a thunderstorm, snuffed in an instant. But for a short while, it had burned. If she had to, Alaska would spend fruitless hours relighting that wick just to see the slight glimmer again and again.

Sharon was speechless. She stood up straight, using the banister for support, her mouth open slightly as she took in what had just been said. Alaska’s eyes were drawn to Sharon’s parted lips – her thick, full lips – and her heart rate quickened. Almost instinctively, after spotting a minute remainder of blood on the princess’s mouth, Alaska drew closer. Her thumb gently brushed across Sharon’s lips, a delicate and tender movement carried out inches from her face. Neither of them broke eye contact. Neither of them spoke.

“Your Highness, I have your –”

At the sound of a peppy, energetic voice, Alaska swiftly drew back, Sharon recoiling in the same fashion. Her eyes landed upon a dark-haired servant, who wilted under Sharon’s gaze and clamped her lips shut.

“Uh, sorry…” Alaska muttered, feeling her cheeks grow hot. “You had, um, blood. On your lip.”

Sharon nodded slowly, unable to meet Alaska’s eye. Her cheeks coloured, a fierce scarlet marring her pale skin as she focused her gaze instead on the servant who had approached them.

“Miss Creme? Ah, you’ve got them. Good, hand them here. I just need –”

Sharon spun around, only to find Miss Michaels had joined Miss Creme, holding out a bag and what appeared to be a long black coat. After putting the few supplies into the bag, Sharon slipped on the black coat, pulling the hood up over her hair. The fabric was loose, obscuring most of her dress and leaving enough room for the princess to hide her features, if she wanted to. She adjusted it with trembling fingers and stared ahead.

“Guess we’re leaving.” Sharon mumbled. Her back was turned from the gathered servants, so only Alaska could see the tight-lipped grimace on her face. “Off in search of a witch who might not even help me, should we find her.”

At her bitter tone, Miss Michaels surged forwards and pulled Sharon into a hug, resembling a motherly embrace as the princess melted into her. A few moments passed before Alaska noticed Sharon’s body juddering, indicating she’d finally cracked and started to cry.

“Come on, little Shazzy.” Miss Michaels whispered, rocking her. “There, there. No more tears. You have to get going, okay? I want you back here, bright and beautiful and healthy as always. There’s my little girl. Now, now. Please no tears.”

Alaska couldn’t believe this was actually happening. In mere minutes she’d be out of the palace, Princess Sharon by her side, ready to embark on a perilous journey in hopes of finding a witch to cure Sharon’s illness before time slipped right through her fingers. The success would not only save a life, but provide Alaska with some sort of stability and hope for the future. Money that meant she wouldn’t have to toil as endlessly as she did. Security that meant she wasn’t always sticking out her neck for everybody she cared about. Perhaps even a friend.

Miss Michaels waved Sharon away with a tearful smile and a gentle push, sending the two on their way. Alaska took one last long, lingering look at the intricacy of the palace before turning away completely, descending the steps and not looking back. Her shoe touched down on the regular soil of the kingdom’s land, and her quest to save the princess had officially begun.

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Attitude Whatsapp Status

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Sad Whatsapp Status

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Romantic Whatsapp Status

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Alone Whatsapp Status

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Friendship Whatsapp Status

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