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sleep-i-ness · 4 years ago

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Wrong Door (Sirius Black x reader)

Synopsis: Your roommate wakes you up in the middle of the night because she can’t get into the flat. Or so you think. (Muggle AU) FOR MY 500 WRITING CHALLENGE

A/N: do not follow what reader does in this in real life. IF SOMEBODY PASSES OUT DRUNK AND DOESN’T WAKE UP, CALL AN AMBULANCE (usa people i don’t know what you do. call an uber to the hospital?)

WARNINGS: Alcohol, really shitty first aid, swearing

BANG! Y/N bolted upright. Fuck, were they being burgled? She checked her watch, groaning at the time. It was 3 in the bloody morning and she had an 8am class. She swore lightly under her breath; she’d clearly fallen asleep while studying on the sofa, a textbook on her lap and an empty bottle of wine in her hand.

She wasn’t one for going out in middle of the week, unlike her roommate Marlene, so being woken up in the early hours of the morning was a common occurrence. Usually Marlene would just stumble back into the apartment, tripping over everything lying in her way. Tonight, she had clearly decided to break the fucking door down.

Y/N heard a key fiddling at the door, and she sighed. That was when the pounding on the door started. Time for her to go help Marlene out.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she grumbled, extracting herself from the cocoon of sheets and cushions.

The banging didn’t lessen, and Y/N groaned as black patches clouded her vision momentarily. Mentally reminding herself to grab some water on the way back from the door, she trudged over to the hallway, propping herself against the wall for two seconds as she swayed slightly. Her fingers clasped around the latch and she pulled it, swinging the door open.

“You’re not Marlene.”

“You’re not James. Did he bring you over or something?” The brunette stranger rambled, pushing past her as he stumbled into the apartment. Y/N was too taken aback to protest at first, watching the man walk in as if he owned the place. “You can close the door, y’know. I didn’t bring back a girl this time because James said he’d literally kill me if I kept him up again. What a hypocrite.”

The man reached out to hang his jacket on an empty patch of wall, staring at it blankly when it fell onto the floor. He tried again, feeling for a hook that didn’t exist and Y/N watched him confusedly from where she stood by the still-open door.

“What on earth are you doing in my flat?” She found her voice at last; his audacity was astounding!

“Your flat? Love, just because James brought you over once doesn’t mean you can start claiming our stuff,” he seemed almost affronted, slurring his words as he let his jacket be on the floor.

“No, this is my flat that I share with my roommate Marlene. Who the fuck is James? And, more importantly, who the fuck are you?” Y/N had to admit, she was getting a little riled at this point. This drunk man had just waltzed in and begun claiming the place as if she didn’t exist.

The man opened his mouth to protest before taking a good long look at the coral walls and pictures that hung all over them. He closed his mouth, paused, and turned to look at the hall table with their tatty fringed lampshade and geometric-print table runner. Y/N could almost hear the cogs whirring in his brain as he stared bemusedly at the room.

“Fuck. This isn’t my flat. Where am I?” He seemed honestly and completely confounded, scrunching his face up.

“You’re near Kensington, we’re a few roads back from the high street and the market. This flat block is number 48-53?” Y/N gesticulated as she tried to explain where exactly her apartment lay.

She was too busy explaining to notice the queasy expression spreading across the man’s face. He shoved back past her to stick his head out her door and promptly throw up all over her front step. Disgusting. And she was going to have to clean it up! He swayed back and forth, before collapsing backwards, narrowly avoiding falling feet-first into a pile of his own vomit. Y/N contemplated just leaving him there and shutting the door on him. But she knew deep down she’d sorely regret it if any harm came to him because she refused to help him. It wasn’t the dodgiest of areas, but the nights were bitterly cold.

“Hey,” she tapped him on his shoulders, calling upon her memories of first aid and how to deal with a drunk person. He didn’t stir, even as her taps got harder and she decided to take her chances and slapped him straight across the face. She gasped as a red handprint bloomed on his cheek, yet he still didn’t wake up. Hand still stinging, Y/N grabbed his arms, heaving as she attempted to pull him inside. Managing to pull him into the living room, she gently rolled him into the recovery position, ensuring that he was still breathing and that he wouldn’t choke on his own vomit. A dead man in her living room would be difficult to explain to her flatmate.

Y/N trudged to the kitchen, dragging her feet along as she pinched her eyelids to try and keep herself awake. She just needed to grab a glass of water to help with tomorrow’s inevitable hangover and a blanket for the drunkard. Somehow, she managed to complete the task, leaving her standing over the man now covered in her biggest blanket. She knew that she should go back to her room, but it just seemed so far, her legs protesting at the thought of moving an inch. Besides, the blanket was big enough to cover the two of them without having to even touch each other, right?

Sliding under the furthest corner, she quickly curled into a ball, eyes drifting shut before her head even touched the carpet.

Waking in the morning, Y/N nuzzled further into the broad arms wrapped around her, sighing as she breathed in the stale scent of cologne and whisky. Her head pounding as she tried to recall the events of the night before that had led to her in a man’s arms. She startled, bolting upright as she remembered the drunkard who had stumbled through her door. And now she was in his arms. Fuck.

Seeing the man afresh with sober eyes, Y/N stopped to appreciate that he was actually really fucking attractive. It didn’t excuse him trying to break into her flat, but it helped, now knowing she’d cuddled him all night. God, that was embarrassing. How was she ever supposed to explain to the guy on the floor or Marlene what had happened. Slipping out from under the blanket, she tiptoed into the kitchen and slumped against the counter.

Coffee, she needed coffee. Then she could think about what had happened and how to sort out the man passed out in the living room.

Y/N filled the kettle up and spooned out the coffee granules into the cafetiere, frowning when her hand came into contact with air rather than her favourite mug. Fuck. It was still dirty from last night, probably abandoned on the table with her textbooks.

Meanwhile, Sirius groaned as he twisted under his covers. God, his head was aching, and his back was incredibly sore. Remus was going to kill him if he’d pulled a muscle; he was meant to be helping him move on the weekend. His mattress was uncomfortably lumpy; he knew he needed to get a new one, but he’d been putting it off. The bobbly fabric scratched his skin as he stretched out, flexing his fingers.

Hang on. Bobbly fabric?

Sirius cracked an eye open, flinching at the bright light. As his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight streaming in, his heart rate picked up. This was not his apartment. He was pretty sure they didn’t have such awful, tasselled cushions or green lace curtains.

Did he-? He glanced down, releasing a sigh of relief when he noticed he was still fully dressed. Okay, so not that drunk. So how the hell did he end up here?

“Here.” A girl stood in the doorway, an unimpressed expression on her face as she offered him a steaming mug of black coffee. “I didn’t know how you liked it, but I have milk and sugar if you need.”

Sirius nodded, still trying to process how he’d got here. She stared at him, waiting for something. He quickly backtracked the conversation in his head. “Oh, no, I’m good, thanks.”

He sipped at the scalding liquid, face contorting into an expression of pain as it scorched his tongue. His eyes trailed over the girl, surely he’d remember someone this gorgeous. “So,” he winced, “how did I get here?”

She pursed her lips, as if she’d tasted something sour. Okay so that had been a bad question to ask.

“You barged into my apartment, claiming it was yours, threw up on my doorstep and then passed out.”

Oh fuck. His head spun as it tried to remember the events of the night before. He did recall somewhat throwing up, but it was a blurry flash. “Sorry about that.”

She hmphed, stacking some scattered sheets on the small coffee table and collecting up dirty crockery. Sirius swallowed the coffee, grimacing at the awkward atmosphere. Funnily enough his parents had never bothered to teach him the etiquette for accidentally bursting into the wrong flat and passing out.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he fished it out, glad he didn’t have to feel the pressure of breaking the silence anymore.

JAMES: Where are u?

JAMES: When I said don’t bring a girl back I didn’t mean go back to hers

JAMES: Ur boss called. I said you were feeling under the weather. He said u should get over ur hangover & get into work

REMUS: Why did ur boss call me to ask if we went out last night? I said no btw

JAMES: He called again; said he’d fire you if you didn’t turn up before 11. I told him u were properly ill and I could send him a pic of the thermometer. I think I got you out of that one

JAMES: Mate, I’m getting a bit worried

Shit. When was that last one from? Okay, 11:15 and it was now 11:34. Sirius tapped out a reply to James, unsure how much detail to go into. I’m alright, be back soon. Yeah, that would do. He really couldn’t deal the endless mocking yet, once they’d found out what had happened they’d never let it go. So that would be saved for when the pounding headache had finally settled down.

His phone binged again. JAMES: We’re out of milk can you grab some on the way back?

Sure.

Sirius got to his feet, groaning as the room spun, beige walls all blurring into one. Rubbing at his face, he stumbled towards the kitchen, empty mug in hand.

“Hey, sorry, I don’t know your name.” He leant against the door frame, body sagging. God he was exhausted.

“Y/N.” Her tone was bitter, and Sirius couldn’t help the pang of guilt shooting through him. She’d probably stayed up all night worried he’d attack her or steal something.

“Well, thanks for the coffee, Y/N, and for not leaving me on the doorstep. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

He placed the mug down on the counter and slung his leather jacket on. She smiled at him, but it didn’t quite meet her eyes.

Y/N trailed him to the door, holding onto it as he stepped out, raising a hand goodbye.

“Bye.”

“Thanks, bye.” Sirius watched the chipped door swing shut, sunlight glinting gold off the battered number on the door. Hm, Number 51.

Y/N groaned as the doorbell went. She’d just got settled into her studying. “Marlene, did you order something?”

“No. I’m broke.” Marlene yelled back, sticking her head out of her room. Her makeup was half done, mascara brush in hand and dress round her hips. “I can’t answer it like this!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’m on it.”

She tipped the papers onto the floor, ignoring the mess they made. Future her could tidy that up. Trudging to the door, she grabbed her phone off the table. So that was where she’d left it.

“Hi,” she nodded at the delivery guy. He was holding a large bunch of flowers and Y/N bit back a sigh her eyes. Probably from another of Marlene’s boys. Honestly, she was thinking of opening up a flower shop, considering the amount of flowers Marlene’s newest was insisting on sending.

“Hi, I’m looking for,” the delivery guy scanned the list on his clipboard, “Y/N?”

She froze. Huh. “Yeah, that’s me.”

He tucked the clipboard under his arm, passing her the flowers. “These are for you. There’s a card with it.”

“Thanks.”

Y/N shut the door, staring at the bunch of vivid blooms in confusion. Who on earth would have sent her these? She racked her brains for any possible romance in her life, but nothing came to mind. With her luck, it was probably her grandma or something. Not that she’d be upset by flowers from her nan but a mystery lover was much more interesting.

She pulled out the gilded card from where it was tucked into the side of the paper, scanning the words.

Sorry for breaking in and passing out in your flat, princess. Text me if you want to go for drinks at some point: +44 7xxx xxxxxx

A smile broke across her face. Maybe she’d take him up on his offer.

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mochii0park · 3 years ago

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meraki; chapter 01 I jhs

Title: Meraki

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader / Jin x Reader

Part of series: Waterlilies and Japanese Bridge

Genre: angst I fluff

Pairing: literaryscout!hoseok x writer!reader

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: Throughout your whole life you lived in your sister’s shadow, watching from side-lines as she formed herself into a successful businesswoman with an envying life. Never being able to fill her shoes you gradually understood the meaning of an estranged family and the burden it carried. The twenties began slowly slipping from your grasp which had been embedded with insecurities and longing for fulfilment. Pouring your heart out to strangers with a pseudonym meraki, you began second guessing the decision when an email lands in your inbox.

Author's note: unedited, it's 2am I'll reread it tomorrow

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< intro | chapter 02 >

Seokjin got engaged and moved to the USA.

Your lanky fingers hover over the keyboard, the reality of the situation still lingering in the air. The send button felt heavy, as if the action would make a shift in your universe. You have already made mends with how things were going between you, but it still felt crushing.

Sucking up the little pride you had left after lying to your friend, you push the button and lock the phone hoping to gain some sanity in your walk back to the apartment. It had been a regular night out with your friends. Coffee chitchat alongside freshly baked cookies which you got as an apology for being late.

Your mutual friends felt the need to notify you of the sudden change in Seojkin’s life, wanting you to hear it from them first. Pushing it to the back of your mind as nothing but an additional fact, you continue through the night with a smile. That lasted until you the rounder the corner.

Seokjin had been your friend through university and even later as you grew up and struggled to make ends meet. You had been there for him when his girlfriend of five years decided to dump his ass having a shift in her feelings towards him. You mended his heart through late night talks and rides across the city. He was your kiss partner after breakups, picking up your self-esteem and gluing it together. In conclusion, Seokjin was your everything. If only the feeling was mutual.

Days before deciding to confess to him, he blasts your phone with messages about a girl that pulled all the strings in his heart and awoke oceans of memories. Kim Jisoo was his high-school crush with whom he lost contact after entering his last relationship. Reconciling through social media the two hit off where they last left it and suddenly you became the dust under his shoes.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months of not seeing him. With a deeply rooted pain in your chest and a jealousy for the new girl in his life you stepped down allowing Jisoo to consume his being. Afterall who were you than a mere friend, easily replaceable.

The last slap came when you drunkenly confessed, having enough of their roller coaster like relationship. That was the last time you’ve heard of Seokjin’s teary-eyed voice telling you goodbye over the phone. No matter how many times he told you this sounded like the end and the suffering he felt was unbearable; it was nothing compared to the sound of your heart shattering into pieces.

Sehun told you many times that the timing was so off it made him uncomfortable, but that’s the thing about you and Seokjin. Everything was off with the two of you. From kisses to cuddles to nudes after midnight to serious conversations about pineapple pizza. Friends don’t do that, is what you kept telling yourself when the feelings for him slowly grew from platonic to romantic.

In midst of your thoughts your phone rang. Sehun the attachment dealer flashed across your phone. Giggling at the memory of how the nickname came to be, a warm feeling nest itself inside your chest. “Hello?”

“Where are you?”

“I left the Howl Cafe, I’m near home.”

He hums, the sound of the blinker echoing in the distance. “I’m there in five. Meet me at the bus station at beginning of your street.”

There were instances when disobeying Sehun felt like the biggest thrill of your life but right now when feelings you couldn’t pinpoint ran through you clouding your judgement, Sehun felt like a silver lining. As you wait for him to arrive, you can’t help but scroll through your phone in search for that one picture of Seokjin.

The only one you’ve saved after your last conversation. He was leaning against the wall of the bakery, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. His bleached hair fell over his rimmed glasses giving him an emo vibe. It was somewhere around three am when you’ve taken this photo.

Both of you exhausted from running aimlessly around the city. He begged you to visit this bakery at the top of a hill, assuring you about the quality of their goods. You remember that night vividly, how you would steal a kiss or two in the shadows hiding from the reality. How he would woo you with his terrible French accent and you would answer him in your broken German.

You miss him. You miss him to the point where it physically hurt.

Sehun honks ever so caring about the people sleeping peacefully in their homes. He bursts into laughter at your jumpy reaction making you feel annoyed as you lock your phone. Settling yourself in his car you wait for his I told you so, but it never comes. Instead, he turns on his Spotify playlist clicking on Olivia Rodrigo’s good 4 u blasting it a such high volume all thoughts you had were overridden with the upbeat song.

Sehun had been your friend for the same amount Seokjin was. The two knew each other through a few short encounters, for some reason they never crossed paths for longer than ten minutes. For that you were thankful. The song comes to a finish and Sehun observes you from his seat. The lights of the city painted on the window illuminated your face, giving him a prefect view of your perplexed expression.

“How are you feeling?”

You knew he would ask this question, after all the sole reason you were driving on a highway was because of your damped mood but in whole honesty you didn’t know the answer.

“A part of me had expected it. He talked about marrying her, but he also talked about wanting to drop everything and own a cottage in Sweden.”

“Your taste in men is terrible. Remember Mark? The guy who had so many career goals but couldn’t leave his house because he thought having a life outside work was overly distracting for his oh so important career as IT support at ZARA? Or Mino who was so high you couldn’t recognise him when he dropped the weed after your breakup.” Sehun snorts.

You roll your eyes at him. Surely your boyfriend track wasn’t the best but it’s not like you seek out boys with issues, it seems that they attach themselves to you and you can’t get rid of them without a major heartbreak. “Whatever.”

Sehun stretches forward pulling your favourite chocolate bar out of the compartment, throwing it in your lap. You smile, munching on it as you switch the song to Zayn and Sia’s Dusk Till Dawn.

“I just expected him to inform me.”

Sehun shakes his head. “I am not sure why you expected that. You two haven’t shared one conversation in two months. You’ve asked for space when he told you he can’t choose between you and Jisoo. Plus, that was a dick move to be honest making him choose between his girlfriend and his best friend.”

“Space,” you emphasise,” not utter silence. He didn’t move two fucking blocks Sehun. He moved to a whole fucking country without telling a soul. Our mutual friend finds out through an Instagram story. Fucking Instagram. And I don’t care, he was a dick that started this charade might as well end it.”

By now you were fully shouting, the tears that threatened to spill before now rushing down your face. In this moment you didn’t care much about Sehun’s awkwardness regarding tears and crying, that was pushed aside when he backed Seokjin’s decision and pissed all over yours.

“Y/N,” he whispers, turning down the volume as you whimper, “there is not much you can do. You must respect his decision. You can’t force someone to love you.”

It was your turn to huff at the stupidity of his words. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t go about kissing people. Respect decision? Fuck that. Did he respect me when he made a fool out of me?

“No.”

Sehun exhales knowing that in this case you weren’t in the right mind to have a rational conversation. Seokjin was your weak point, he knew that much. Your emotions began to pour out, leaving you a sobbing mess in his car.

“Look, I can’t stop you from having all sort of emotions for him. I can only advice you to turn off your phone for tonight and give yourself time to process the information before doing anything you might regret.”

“I won’t blast his phone with insulting messages if that’s what you think.”

“Good, also don’t eat out your emotions. You can’t stand too much sugar in your system.”

“Thanks doctor. I’ll just write out my emotions instead.” You say leaning into the seat, closing your eyes as you listen to the music.

“You still write on that blog?” You can hear some amazement in Sehun’s voice, and you know it’s not to mock you but to praise you for managing to stay faithful to one thing this long. You had a reputation for giving up on things in early stages because you couldn’t finish them perfectly.

The rest of the ride was spent with you eating out your emotions with the food Sehun bought from your local fast-food restaurant. Not much was said between you and him as he drove into the night letting you process the whole situation, only dropping you off at home when you felt yourself calming down.

Once in the confides of your room you strip yourself of any pent-up emotions letting all the pallet of different feelings overran you. Taking a pen, you let your heart pour into endless words scribbled away in your notebook. When you’ve felt empty the high gone, you take your laptop opening the site you’ve a long time member of. It came to you on Instagram in a form of a poorly done advertisement. It was a website for people wanting to share their poetry with strangers.

At first, you’ve done what you always do: began self-doubting your poems and their worth. Most of them were written in a spur of a moment when you felt like you would burst from the number of things you felt. But one night, when sleep couldn’t come to you and the pain of losing the person you held dear lingered in the air threatening to choke you; you signed in posting your work. It was raw and you suddenly felt exposed and naked in front of the world.

That’s how Meraki came to be. How your pseudonym became your shield, allowing you to burden it with any thought or emotion you’ve felt. In the online world Meraki was a fierce writer, letting her readers know of the pain and suffering she felt. In real world Meraki was an introverted person hiding herself from anyone willing to come close.

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It was a hot Wednesday morning when you’ve gotten an e-mail from your sister informing you of her whereabouts. Due to your mother’s work preventing her from traveling, she decided to pay you a visit instead; much to your delight. The days to her wedding were numbered and so was your sanity.

Luckily for you she and her fiancée decided to stay with your parents.

The thought of her roaming the halls of the only place you’ve managed to cover in comfort was disturbing you. It wasn’t that you hated your sister but although you’ve dealt with your own insecurities some parts of the trauma still hung over you.

You’ve managed to avoid her for a good number of days since she landed in Seoul but now a week later you ran out of excuses. That’s how you found yourself sitting in a posh sea food restaurant, juggling your anxiety during the family dinner.

The last time you saw your whole family was at your grandfather’s birthday (which happened six months ago). The event left a bad taste in your mouth after you’ve spent majority of time listening to your sister’ success only receiving attention when she addressed you.

Solar and her fiancée Minho discussed the menu as they skimmed through different meals. You have been so busy staring at one spot that you’ve never noticed the waiter taking orders.

“Y/N?” Solar spoke catching your attention.

“One chicken fillet for me please.” You were so preoccupied with different thoughts you never saw what they had to offer therefore you went with your go-to food.

The moment the waiter leaves the table with the menus, your mother scoffs. “Aish you’re eating chicken again, we’re in an exclusive sea food restaurant and you’re embarrassing us. “

“Mother, let her eat what she wants.” Solar interrupted your mother’s complaining, switching the topic to her wedding dress. Your mother beamed at the photos she showed her.

It was somehow sad how much power Solar had over your parents. One word was enough to ease them into doing whatever she liked whilst you had to beg and crawl your way and even then, you were no match for her.

You felt severely out of the place. The two talking about preparations while your father and Minho gushed over their new apartment in Tokyo. You sat there in your chair counting down minutes until you could leave. Any other day you wouldn’t bother to attend the dinner but now Solar insisted you showed up. Something about the sight of her family warming her heart, bunch of bullshit.

“How are you doing Y/N?” She asks ignoring your mother as she mumbles under her breath about your bad habits, one being smoking.

You took up smoking in your last year of university when the pressure of getting a master’s degree and balancing your parents had been too much to take in. A lot of your friends decided to find comfort in weed, but you never understood the thrill of it. Rather than spending enormous amounts for just one puff, you could buy a pack of cigarettes and still have money left for some booze.

“Not much, same old same old.” You answered pushing your nervousness away.

There wasn’t much happening in your life. You’ve started a job in a bookstore and spent your free time either with Sehun or Jihyo.

“How’s Seokjin?”

That one question had caught the table’s attention and suddenly you felt a terrible need to smoke one. Your families were acquainted through work, your fathers working together on a project. They had been shocked when they discovered that you and Seokjin had been close friends for a long time.

“He’s fine.”

“I heard he got engaged,” Your mother spoke up,” to Kim’s daughter Jisoo. Ah what a wonderful being that one is.”

“Oh?” Solar gave your mother a perplexed look narrowing her head at you. You played with the glass in front of you, the object suddenly becoming interesting.

“I thought you and he were dating.” Minho joined, telling the words that were stuck on the tip of your sister’s tongue.

“Y/N and Seokjin? Don’t make me laugh. They are worlds apart. Seokjin is so focused on his career while our Y/N thinks writing will make her a fortune.”

Taking a sip of water, you try your best to wash away the nasty words threatening to leave your mouth. Your parents never approved of your career choice not that you even cared about their opinion.

Solar hums pulling her lips into a straight line. “I’ve must’ve mistaken then. I was sure I saw you-“

“Here is your food.”

And that’s how you were saved from the embarrassment of having to explain to your sister that what she saw was imagination playing tricks on her and not you and Jin making out in front of your house. It was awkward enough when she pestered you about it the next day.

The conversation takes on a different dynamic and you breathe out in relief. You were still trying to process the news and talking about him wasn’t helping your soul. You gather yourself before your façade could fall and mask it with a stoic expression continuing your countdown till desert when Sehun would call you for an “emergency”.

Right on time you think as your phone began to ring.

You pretend to gasp covering your mouth to show concern as Sehun sputtered nonsense. He kept talking about his trip to the gym and how his feet hurt from all the exercise he did while you tried not to show disgust as explained in detail how hit his little finger against a metal device . Solar shot you a worried look as you excused yourself from the table.

“And the award for the best actress goes out to Y/L Y/N” Sehun pitches once you close the door of the restaurant. Shooting a quick apology message to Solar, you jump into his car deJa’vu hitting you.

“I should get paid for spending so much time with you.” Sehun dripped in sweat, his black shirt sticking moistly to his body, hair pushed back.

You shrugged falling into a comfortable silence. Half an hour later he stops at the number 13, the windows of your house distinguishable by the large number of flowers catching last rays of Sun before the night settles.

“That will be 100 won and a Mcdonald’s later when you’re free.”

“Yeah, not happening” you tell Sehun, already halfway out of the car, rucksack slipping from your shoulder.

He raises a brow at you.” I am not your personal driver Y/N. I had to leave my girlfriend to drive you back.”

You scoff as you roll your eyes at him.” I’ve told you to call me for an emergency. There was no picking up included.”

He mimics your words mockingly before pressing the gas pedal leaving you behind him. Unlocking your apartment door, you’re greeted with your dog sleeping in the hallway not giving you a second glance as you pass over him. Haku’s snores echo through the empty apartment warming your heart. The Shiba became your companion two years ago when you were going through a rough patch. It took some time for you to get used to each other but now you couldn’t image not having his snot buried into your business.

Turning on the lights you sit at the kitchen table pulling your leg up to rest your head on the knee. Opening your laptop, you see a few notifications popping up on the sideline about your recent orders. Just when you were about to close the notification center you see one mail standing out. The name Jung Hoseok makes you jolt in your seat.

Dear writer aka meraki,

I hope this e-mail find you well. My name is Jung Hoseok, I’m the CEO of ZER Publishing company. I’ve taken interest in your poetry and would like to have a meeting to discuss a possible collaboration between us.

Kind regards,

Jung Hoseok

The scream that came from you couldn’t possibly be human. Closing the laptop as if it will burn you, you throw it on the sofa choosing to avoid it until tomorrow.

You didn’t know how he found you giving that any personal information on the site was strictly private. Pacing back and forward you facetimed Sehun. He picks up after three very long rings making your heart beat erratically against your chest.

“I swear to God if this is another one of your emergency calls.” Sehun stands there in nothing but a towel hugging his waist. He moves to the other side of the bathroom, bare feet pacing against the marble floor.

“I got an e-mail.”

He curses, his voice muffled from the towel pressed against his face. ” You called me to tell me about a mail?”

“Not any mail, Sehun. I was contacted by Jung Hoseok.” You whisper still walking back and forward, Haku following every step of yours. Sehun tries not to pay close attention to you, getting slowly dizzy from all the commotion.

“And something tells me I should know who that is?”

You halt taking a moment to stop yourself from starting a conversation about common knowledge again, it was a sour subject. “He messaged through the mail used for Meraki.”

This time Sehun is quite for a few seconds taking in your words. You don’t see him, but you can hear deodorant spray and shuffle of clothes. “How? Isn’t that private?”

“Yes.”

And suddenly the anxious feeling was back. The poems you wrote there were strictly private, the mention of your love life and your hardships with your family were never meant to be linked back to you. You’ve checked the websites policy not wanting anyone to associate you with the account. If that were to happen you can immediately start packing your things to move to another continent.

“I am sure he didn’t hack it; nobody is that desperate. Maybe he contacted the website owner?” Sehun takes his phone, hair freshly washed strands falling over his face. He moves from the bathroom to the kitchen placing you carefully , so you could see the whole room.

You think for a second, there was a possibility. “Isn’t that a violation of my privacy?”

“I can try to read out the rights and policy. Come up with a text signed as your lawyer but Y/N” Sehun’s voice is soft, something he did to calm you down. He stood in the middle of the kitchen, eyes having an internal battle, the look you’ve seen on him in rare moments.

“Yes?”

“I am sure if you refuse, he won’t bother you. I am also sure you don’t have much to lose if you agree.”

____

Hoseok was on his fifth coffee by noon, deprived of any sleep last night. He was starved for a good literature piece that would leave him in myriad emotions. Sadly, he came up with an empty line. He spent his days cocooned in the corner of Suho’s café reading page by page poetry that awoke no emotion except irritation. He was on the brink of losing his mind.

Suho slides into the booth, careful not to startle Hoseok.�� Have you found anything?”

Hoseok ruffles his hair before resting his head in his hands. He was desperate enough to visit fanfiction sites in hopes of stumbling upon work that had the spark.

“Maybe you should take a break? Visit those open mic nights where people recite their poems?”

Hoseok shakes his head having already used that option last week. “I’ve been to three mic nights and not one was interesting. I am on a verge leaving everything behind to become a stripper. Yoongi did say I have an amazing body."

Sehun by now used to his friend’s dramatic antics shrugs his shoulder.” You should really take a break. You’ve been searching for a month now.”

Hoseok wished he could take a break, but the existence of his firm lay in his hands. That enough gave him tremendous worry pushing him way above his limits.

“I know but if I don’t find a good piece in a month, I can close the firm. Do you know what that means? Hundreds of people losing their job.” Hoseok wasn’t the one to crumble under pressure but now he felt like crying. Suho offered him a smile he’s seen before, the pity smile. Patting his shoulder he gets up at the sound of doors opening ,customers swarming in.

At the end of the day Hoseok thinks everything has turned against him. His laptop dies in the middle of reading, and he discovers he forgot his charger at home. In all the despair and anger he accidentally knocks over the mug spilling coffee over important documents and his newly bought jeans. The stain will probably leave a small burn that he wasn’t ready to face today. He’ll take care of it tomorrow.

On the side Suho observes his restless friend. He felt bad for not being able to help him more, but he already used all his resources and sent them anonymously to his mail only for Hoseok to turn it down.

Sehun walks into the café with his gym in one hand and candy in the other, drops of sweat forming on his forehead. He was waiting for a call from Y/N, prepared to jump into his car at any second. He greets Suho, his sight landing on an exhausted Hoseok bumping his head repeatedly against the table lightly. He hoped to never reach this point of insanity.

“What’s his problem?”

Suho follows Sehun’s line of sight. Hoseok sits in the booth, forehead rested against the table. Both his mind and body were tired, and the clock was ticking. “He needs to find a good poetry piece to publish otherwise he’s toast.”

In that moment Sehun weights his options. He knew how self-conscious you were about your work thinking it lacked emotion and quality and this seemed like a good opportunity to prove you otherwise. On the other hand, there was the issue with people closely linked with your poems. He takes his time picking between different sugars, steering the coffee slow enough to buy him at least one more minute.

Pushing the bills to Suho he takes a sip. “There is a website called Nora, it had lots of good poetry. I've read some.”

Suho nods following Sehun out of the café promising to deliver the message to Hoseok. Once locked up he slides back into the booth watching Hoseok pack his belongings ready to call it a day. “This costumer told me about Nora site. You should give a shot.”

“Nora?” Hoseok mocks, he heard of all the websites used for writing but Nora didn’t ring a bell.

“I think it’s new. I’ve never heard of it but he seemed sure of his words. The worst that can happen is he lied and knowing Sehun that’s unlikely.”

Hoseok nods eager to go back home to his cat Nobus and prepare himself a warm bath to release the tension built up in his muscles. Waving goodbye to Sehun, he exits the shop from the back door and turns on the engine of his car driving away to the beat of classical music easing him.

Entering his small apartment located in the centre of Seoul, he throws his shoes to the side not bothering for order tonight. Slouching himself on the couch he pets Nobus, the cat bumping his head against his arm purring softly. With eyelids half closed he opens the website on his phone, picking poetry as his preferred category.

Selecting a random writer he opens the first poem, eyes scanning the text.

I love you like the habit I picked up in college of sleeping through lectures or saying I’m sorry when I get stopped for speeding because I drink a glass of water in the morning and chain-smoke cigarettes all through the day because I take my coffee Black and my milk with chocolate because you keep my feet warm though my life a mess I love you because deep down I know you'll never be mine again (author of the poem: Nikki Giovanni, I added three last sentences)*

With every word that Hoseok took in he felt himself back in university, all drunk on the idea of loving the girl that sat two seats in front of him during microeconomics. He relives the ecstasy of having love running through his veins, he feels the desire under his fingertips for just one touch, he crumbles at the pain of finding her kissing his best friend. Hoseok feels like his heart had been ripped apart with just few simple letters placed in a neat poem.

He sees the words meraki scribbled in a messy handwriting under the poem and he feels as if his prayers have been answered.

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stupidjewkyle · 4 years ago

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request from @im-just-star-dust

cartman x reader

my friend, eric- part 1

TW: abusive parents (mostly verbal abusive, no physical abuse) please don’t read before and after the ‘*’ mark if this is triggering to you. thank you :)

NOTE: this is set in 7th grade, they are all 12 and 13

y/n pov:

my whole life, i’ve been quiet. every school i went to, i was known as “the quiet kid.” growing up, i never had many friends. i mean, how could you even make friends without talking to them. and even if i made a friend, it wouldn’t last long cause of how much i move. my parents work in...a strange business. drug dealers. they’re always scared of getting caught, so we move once every 4-6 months. i hate my life. i hate my parents. i hate not being able to speak up about anything. i never get to have a say in anything that happens in my life. for example, today my parents decided to move again. since we have quite a bit of extra money to use, i asked to move to hawaii, or a nice place like that. they laughed and then handed me a paper with the moving information. 467 cliff drive, south park, CO, USA ‘you have to be fucking kidding me.’ i mumbled. “what’s wrong with south park?” my dad said. “it’s not a very known town, so we would be safe there. we could probably stay there for at least a year and a half.” “now you could finally make friends!” my mom said smiling. i rolled my eyes.

“you know what? if you’re gonna be a bitch about it, just go to your room and start packing. i don’t wanna hear anymore shit from you. got it?” my dad said, pulling me by my hair.

i wanted to say something so bad. but i was scared. i turned around and started walking upstairs.

1 week later

we were finally here. south park wasn’t as bad as i thought it was gonna be.

i haven’t left my house since we got here. all

the kids in my neighborhood are always outside, i cant risk them seeing me. i don’t want to meet them. i’m too scared to talk. they might think i’m weird. i just can’t risk anything. plus, school starts tomorrow. i don’t want anything to be anymore awkward than it is for me on the first day.

cartman pov:

i woke up early like normal. i got dressed, like normal. i talked to my stupid bitch mom, like normal. i walked to the bus stop, like normal.

“god why is everything so fucking boring all of a sudden?? has it always been like this??” i said while standing next to kyle and kenny.

kyle glanced at cartman. “yes, it’s always been like this fatass. i don’t see a problem with it though. it’s nice to have a routine-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP KYLE. JESUS CHRIST YOURE MAKING IT WORSE.” cartman yelled at kyle.

“you know what? i’m leaving. there’s better and less stupid things to do than school.”

i started walking away from the bus stop. stupid fucking kyle always ruining my day.

i started walking to token’s house.

on the way there, i saw a girl walking down the street. she had y/h/c hair that went down to her elbows (sorry if your hair isn’t that length LMAO). it caught my attention. she was wearing baggy jeans, an oversized tye-dye t-shirt, and a pink un-zipped jacket on top. she looked so pretty and bothered while she walked.

“woah.” i said out loud.

“dude can u move? i need to get to school.” token said standing behind me.

“cant you see i’m busy token? just walk around me.”

“i would if you weren’t so fat!”

y/n pov:

shit! i think those two boys saw me. i need to get to class fast before they say anything to me!

after what felt like hours, i finally got to my class room. i walked up to the teacher and she assigned me to a desk. “go sit next to stan, he’ll tell you about the school.” i nodded my head.

“oh hi you must be the new girl.” stan said, holding his hand out for me to shake. i blushed and didn’t put my hand out. he looked confused. “okay then... meet me after 5th period and i’ll show you around.” he said sitting back down.

cartman pov:

time skip, lunch time

i sat down at my usual table with kenny, kyle, stan, butters, craig, jimmy, and scott malkinson.

“holy shit guys, did you see the new girl?” i said excitedly.

“oh yeah i did. i think her name is y/n? i’m not sure. she’s pretty hot tho.” kyle said taking a bite of his sandwich.

“fuck off kyle, she’s mine!” i yelled.

“woah calm down fatass. she’s not yours. she doesn’t even know who you are.” kyle replied.

“and i’m about to change that...” i said grinning.

y/n pov:

i sat down outside, alone. it’s only the first day, and i already made it weird. why couldn’t i just shake his hand? he’s probably telling everyone i’m an awkward, germaphobe who doesn’t talk.

i sighed and put my face in my arms.

“uh hi. your the new girl right?” a boy said looking down at me, his hands behind his back.

something about him made me feel..safe.

“um yeah... i’m y/n...” i said quietly.

“y/n... i like that name, it’s pretty. i’m eric, but most people call me cartman.” the boy said, sitting down next to me.

“well nice to meet you eric.” i didn’t know what else to say. i wanted to keep talking to him but i had nothing else to say.

“um... are you friends with stan?” i said, hoping we could continue talking.

cartman pov:

goddammit. she likes stan. great.

“oh yeah we’re friends. he uh has a girlfriend though in case you were wondering. i’m sorry.” i said.

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?! WHY AM I BEING TO NICE TO HER?! WHY AM I BLUSHING AND SMILING?? AND WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH THAT SHE LIKES STAN??

i didn’t realize what had happened to me until it was too late. i had a crush. this isn’t gonna end well. i swore i would never like anyone again after the whole heidi thing happened. i should just leave and call her a bitch and ignore my feelings. yeah! that’s a great idea!

i stood up.

“well, i have to get ready for class. it was really nice spending lunch with you. maybe we can hang out after school on friday?” i said.

“yea sure! i’d love to.” she said smiling.

GODDAMMIT WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?!

to be continued...

#south park fanfiction #south park fandom #eric cartman #cartman x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #south park #heidi turner #wendy testaburger #x reader #fanfiction #part one #mysterion #the coon #coon and friends #south park headcanons

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straymackerel · 4 years ago

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Is it still open bc if so here’s mine UwU 5. luftmensch thanks and congrats on 600 and there’ll be more to come im sure~^^

dazai + luftmensch || לופֿטמענטש (yiddish, n.) literally “air person”; someone whose head is in the clouds; an impractical, unrealistic dreamer.

➽─{ahhhh thank u liz!!! i’ve always associated this word with fun but i wanted to play with the direction teehee,,}─❥

warning(s): this is not a fairytale.

As much as you loved your boyfriend, you had ample reason to worry about your future together. Try as you might, you couldn’t overlook his innumerable faults, faults that grew more and more glaringly obvious with the lapse of time. In the grand scheme of things he was not only a heavy drinker, but also unmotivated, hobbyless, and jobless. In fact, today he was quite literally celebrating the one year anniversary of his unemployment─a cause of joy for him, but a cause of concern to you.

You took to the sea together that afternoon, viewing it in all its glory from the safety of a cable-stayed bridge. He hummed a happy little tune having just picked up all his favorite foods from the grocery store. You buzzed at a similar wavelength, sharing in his musical delight. Together, the two of you stood in unspoken harmony, content with just watching the fishermen and ferries as they passed by. That is, up until that one nagging thought crept into your mind and out of your mouth.

“So how’s the job hunt going?” you asked, pretending to turn your focus towards the glistening of the coastal waters before you, perhaps entranced by its vastness or its blueness. To Dazai, however, your attempt at casual conversation held about as much subtlety as a sledgehammer.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about me,” he said, eyes following your own to nowhere in particular. “You can think about it like this: the more time I spend out of work, the more time I can spend with you!” Your boyfriend wrapped one arm around you with marked swiftness, his other hand holding tight to a can of celebratory crab meat. You sighed into his trench coat, tugging on the tan fabric.

“It’s hard not to worry,” you mumbled, closing your eyes as you nuzzled into him. “You know things can’t stay like this forever.”

You stiffened at the sound of your own voice. As the words slipped from your mouth, you almost wanted to side with him; you would love Dazai’s attention all to yourself, maybe even at the cost of his livelihood. You wanted his every regard to concern you and only you as he sank into your body, warmth combining with yours. You wanted to be his one object of importance as he reached for his grocery bags, lifting plastic-encased bottles of sake to eye level. For the briefest of moments you felt like you could make a home out of his embrace alone, but the sounds of clinking glass snapped you back to reality.

“Hey! Don’t you dare.” Your hand moved instinctively, making a beeline for the liquor. “You said you’d wait until we returned ho─”

Looking your boyfriend dead-on for the first time, you noticed a small child materialize from his other side; he’d lifted his liquids out of their way, and now you were poised as if to grab them. There was a small silence as the youngster took a frozen, bewildered look at you both, as if caught in the tangible strain betwixt lovers at odds. With their hasty departure came with an awkward rumble from Dazai’s chest.

“Bella. Why so tense?” Dazai’s short-lived chuckle surrounded you with both the reverberations of his torso and the shellfish on his breath. Yet as composed as he pretended to be, his efforts were rendered useless by the beating of his heart pressed up against you, its rapid rhythm telling you a story of an unfamiliar nervousness.

On the Skywalk footpath beneath the Yokohama Bay Bridge, leaning against the railing and towards the Pacific Ocean, you realized something. You realized it as Dazai droned on, trying to explain himself in a manner that might soothe you. You realized it as he attempted to reel you back in the same as he’d done many a time before, always the moment before you got too close to the truth. His words cut in and out as you pondered your shared apprehension. You could explain your own unease, but where was his coming from..?

“...and I have connections, darling,” Dazai said as your attention returned, rapid heartbeat betraying his calm tone. “I’ll have something lined up for myself, just you wait. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.” He gave you a swift peck on the cheek, leaning back as quickly as he leaned in. And suddenly, it clicked. The warmth in your body drained at the revelation.

Because you realized that, as much as you wanted, needed his proximity, he didn’t care much for yours.

“Connections?” As far as you could tell, Dazai’s closest relationships involved you, your landlord, and the bartenders on the weeknight shift. You cringed at that word now. 'Close.' You didn’t dare pry any further as his arm snaked away from its half-hearted hold. What are you hiding from me? you asked silently, the words never quite leaving your lips. But he could sense it in your solemn stare and he backed away in turn, leaving you to bear the brunt of a gentle sea breeze turned brutal and biting.

Dazai wasn’t the foolish daydreamer he posed as, the halfwitted airhead he always pretended to be. He had secrets to keep about his past and secrets to keep about his future. Hot needles prickled your sides, the flush of embarrassment rising to your cheeks as he averted his eyes from your gaze. For just how long have you held me at a distance?

“I’ll explain it to you someday,” he offered lamely, as if to brush off your every inquiry, voiced and unvoiced. In an ideal world, he would be looking you straight in the eye. In an ideal world, ‘someday’ would be today. But Dazai hadn’t the mind to let you in─certainly not now, and perhaps never.

“Just not today,” he said, as if to answer the most private of your thoughts. He would always see right through you, but in regards to understanding him, you would only ever scratch the surface.

source(s):

link i: timeline fact check

link ii: yokohama bay bridge

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gotham--fc · 3 years ago

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Rivalries are 100% the best, those games are the most fun to watch! The Canada USA ones always end up so scrappy, in surprised no ones just dropped the gloves in one of those games 😂 (I would but then I’m a little bit of a goon anyway (tho fightings not allowed :( ))

Also I just remembered cause of rivalries but you know how like Oulette and Chu were both players for Canada and USA (respectively)and then they married. I was reading Sami Jo Small’s (Canadas tendy) book and in the 2002 final Oulette decked Chu and got a penalty, like lol that might’ve been a fun convo afterwards if they were together then or if they watched it back later on. Like ‘why did u check me so hard?’ ‘Rivalry!!’

Also omg that book says so much about the USA and Canada rivalry and said about some of the things that went on (which was soo much tea 😂😬). If you’re into hockey I 100% recommend you read it, it was really interesting, and Sami is so cool too she offered to send people signed books or sign sticky labels for people to have in their book (if they already have one ). So my books signed too 😁.

Omg yes Sami Jo Small I watched her Top of Her Game episode! I’m definitely going to have to look into getting her book now that I’ve dedicated my life to hockey

But yes I agree the Canada US rivalry is the best, watching them play (twice!!) at the worlds was like me on the edge of my seat like oh?? Are you going to fight?? I think it’s funny that I, objectively, think fighting is wrong and that hockey players shouldn’t be allowed to just deck each other but as soon as I put a game on I’m like where’s the fighting?? Give me fights!!

And I know that would be so awkward like if they were together and after the game it’s like chu’s hello we need to talk about you trying to fight me and oulette is like babe it’s not what you think 😂 or if they weren’t together and later when they get together they’re like hey do you remember that one time 😂😂

This is why I love rivalries

Rivalries also make games more fun because it’s like you really get the fans in it and then the fans get into the game and the players get into the game because there’s more at stake, the blue jays and royals rivalry is always so much fun even though neither of the players involved play on either team anymore, it’s still so much fun to watch. I have to say, daily, I think of that hour long 7th inning in game 5 of the alds when Bautista hit that homer and the bat flip followed by two bench clearing brawls and then the first hand next season when odour punched Batista and pitchers kept hitting batters man those were good times

#asks #anonymous

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janexeu · 4 years ago

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though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, JANE MÁRQUEZ is actually a descendent of HYPNOS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-SIX year old DEMIGOD ELEMENTARY EDUCATION MAJOR from NEW ORLEANS, USA has taken after HER godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite SACRIFICIAL & STUBBORN.

( she’s b-b-b-back on her bs : katya ! tis uhm ,,,, a lil bit of a chonk of an intro but ill try 2 b cute w it. any time u wanna yeet jus peep the gif again & forgive me bc Look At Her ! )

POWERS ( more info here )

hypnokinesis — p much made her a glorified babysitter w lynch-esque wacko dreams. it got stronger naturally as she got older, but jus w herself n eventually the ppl shes real close w. its also gotten a lot better since comin to eonia

seeing gods in dreams — she doesnt hang out w em every fridays at tgifs but like ,,, if she had Pertinent Questions she cud smhw make it happen. found out abt her being a demigod at age 10 when she met hypnos

memory retrieval — shes got great memry of her own but bc she knows it can help w grief n all that, shes been learnin in eonia how to do it 4 others if they mayb wanted it

BIO POINTS

her single ma died during childbirth so jane's been in the foster care system since 5ever. attempts at reunification nvr worked out but thankfully she got real lucky w her group home and foster families. twas stable enough to not emotionally scar her even further but the instability of it all was fosho a big ol’ lot and has influenced her rigidness in sum aspects of her life

she lived p much as a mortal even tho her powers r a lil freaky. never went to camp but it worked out bc all her abilities r internal and cannot be Perceived by others. she had a talk w hypnos abt what 2 do n he mentioned camps but also gave sum monster avoidance tips ( like rarely use ur powers, maybe learn self defense, yada yada ) n she jus ,,, did that so she cud continue livin real normal w the mortals. logistics of camp stressed her out esp bc shes livin w non-family n stuff yk it was All Too Much, miss her w the added demigod stress tyvm

got married at 23 to her childhood sweetums luis, but he ,,, died abt a yr later fr a car accident. coma for 2 weeks n jane p much slept the entire time in his hospital room, visitin his dreams n talkin to him. twas a life support sitch so they eventually decided to pull da plug whch was real sad but like she's processed it 2 da best of her abilities. her powers helped a lot in the coping too n she visits memories of him in her dreams smtms when it gets real sad then shes ok again bc life goes on n life is pretty uwu

bc of her bg round kids of all kinds, shes always been passionate abt em. always takin babysittin/tutor gigs and went to community college so she cud teach n then worked as an elem teacher. only started considerin goin 2 eonia 4 postgrad when she had a student who showed signs n strugglez of bein a demigod. she eventually got to talk to their godly parent 2 confirm n she was shocked pikachu meme, real concerned for all those youngins who hav no clue what to do ! or how to cope ! bc they cant facetime w the olympians lyk she can ! so cue her discussin eonia w luis a lot then a year after the accident, broke out the pro-con list again. took abt *checks watch* another yr til she finally decided to zoom 2 athens but then whoosh she did !

PERSONALITY

yearning ? idk her — shes can be a bit of a take it as is typa chick. can be a lil literal jsksj not dumb but like ,,, def doesnt read into things enuff to pine n long n year yk. some things might def fly over her head. she says Yes To Serotonin in this house. she dk the the mitskis n the sikens n the carsons ; its all mary oliver up in this joint. we just tryna luv life n be grateful folkz

le freak, say chic ! — control freak, that is. growin up in an unstable envi meant shed cling 2 stability n independence, wrvr she cud get it. so when it comes 2 the way she does things, she can be real a heel digger. also bc she has 2 deal w kids yk so it can b A Lot n shes v stern lyk dat. ofc she wont infantilize the eonians .,,,. or will she ? big sis vibes outta control. she means well tho always always means well. itll also b v hard to get her 2 giv up on sum1 bc life ? she luvs it n knows u can too

changes by david bowie — is decidedly skipped on the playlist. she doesnt like change !!! i mean she knows its inevitable but still not entire unavoidable. ever since she got out of the system, shes had a partner n her own way of doing things n its been workin out so why change it yk ? she says time may change me but jokes on u i can sorta trace time

rip but im different — this goes out to all em whores in this house. she respectz ur hustle but like ,,,, not her thang. girl doesnt even get drunk when she drinks bc she doesnt rlly drink sksjsk doesnt like the taste of it, big baby ! but like she's Lived, its more like. ok tried it, not for me. thanks tho. also for all the meanies in the house, y’all perplex her. shes empathetic n wont show the judgement but smtms shes lowkey lyk .,., ur how old n u had all this goin 4 u n ur still so rotten ? how u actin like a 7yo w a trantrum ? scratch head, make it make sense

at least u tried — dad jokes, bad puns, tries to be big jokester but isn't funny. she's pretty tho so she gets away with it. idk wht else 2 say ur honor. shes the type thatll embarrass u w affection

well that was Awkward — probably sum1 abt her if they see her actin a Fool bc shes in a foreign sitch or topic. when shes a fish outta water then she can be so ! easily ! flustered ! which is p much her in eonia. shes not new new but theres way 2 much godly shennanigans for her to wrap her head ‘round n sis has never gone to camp so its ice bucket challenge level shock from time to time still w da magics n lore

til death do us part — yknow when death cab for cutie said i knew that u wer a truth i wud rather lose than 2 hav nvr lain beside at all ? how abt when they wrecked me by rudely sayin love is watching sum1 die ? yes ? no ? nywy thats jane 4 ya. if she loves then shes in and if shes in then she is all in, luke danes stylez

was that a vivid enough picture or did i just word vom the same things agen n agen sjksjs jus know shes cute n sweet if a lil frustrating n annoying bc shes stubbornpants mcgee. may or may not have a slight compulsion to help fix other ppl ..,,.. someone set her str8 n tell her fix u by coldplay isnt it !!!

OTHER INFO

5′9″ born 4 october 1994, virgo sun n moon

not a freshie ! idk how long her program is but like ,,, lets ignore that 4 now ok jus kno that she been here a while

yogi & boxing enthusiast back at home. hc her mans got real into the martial arts w her when hypnos told her she gotta learn how 2 defend so that was one of their things : bonding by workouts so jane cud protecc herself if need be

her maiden name’s jane fulton. got her mommas surname but the name jane ? thats some jane doe bs some rando picked out for her which she hated at first but then seeing tarzan made her go hmmm, ok bet !

lgbtq+ alliance president ! identifies as pan

she met her late hubbie when they were abt 7ish, real friends 2 lovers cuteness. jane was there for him throughout his entire coming out & transition ergo her passion for the community esp queer kids bc she was That Cis Ally for her mans. wears her ring as a real lowkey necklace now

shes also real passionate abt sleep. will ask u how did u sleep last night p much every day u see her bc ppl spend like half their lives asleep catherine ofc shes gonna ask

her fave thing abt eonia ? the whole siblings bit. shes had 2 make do w what she got n build a family from scratch so this ? she luvs it a lot let her give u kithes hypnos babies

shes p well versed in the greek thingies but only thru the knowledge mortals gets + dream info. after her realizin who she is, all things ancient greek jus sorta became her niche interest ykwim ? shes not like Super Learned abt it more like ,,, ok i gotta at least make Sum sense outta all this, gotta learn what i can. imagin how embarrassin it wud b 2 see a god in ur dream n then go : sorry to this man. nope. not jane, not her, nuh-uh

luv languages : words, acts of service, physical touch !

useless hcs but she loves disney sfm ok. smtms dresses up as princess tiana for bday parties n shit bc shell do nythin 2 put a smile on the kids n babs faces

ya like jazz ? bc jane surely does ! adores motown & 60s music. nina simone owns her. no one drag peggy lee from 101 dalmatians ! not an important hc but i jus wanted to quote my bubble butt winged bee lover barry

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

children ! infants ! babies !

demigods that make her scratch head damn u live like this ? but also wud knife emoji to protect n care for. shes not the oldest on campus but shes been livin independently p much her entire life so she finks shes got a tight grasp on the myth that is Adulting

srsly tho the Big Sis vibes is off the charts w this one. shell perserve u dumdums

baddie influencies !

convince her 2 get drunk at a party ! bc she never does. convince her to maybe try drugs ! or go hook up ! do smths impulsive idk jus smth new !

gl tho bc shes not rlly ,,, easily influenced But she can b reasoned w ! in general i fink its just gonna be a fun dynamic if y/m knows how to coax sum wildness outta her or w/e bc thotty yummy theyre hotty yolo rzning jus wont do w this gal. will most likely get argumentative like a big ol momma hen but if u win then ur winning big

Sleep Now or forever hold ur peace !

idk sum1 she helps w their messy sleep ? shes def not super public w it, surely knows her other siblings r Better at it but if y’all are close, she probs enjoys doin it 4 ya. she runs her hair thru fingers a lot when she does it. like a lot a lot unless u tell her to get lost

lover boi, lover gorl, lover enby !

she can be a lil traditional when it comes to how she views rels. she wants all that meetcute courting bs ! no gender roles tho n u best be sure shes not constantly comparin w her late hubbie ,,, but she jus wants smth magical n 2 be wooed again yk ?

so yea ,,, crushers mayhaps ? sum1 who is tryin 2 woo her ? sum1 she had a meetcute w and now janes got lowkey heart eyes for em ? idk lotsa possiblities but pls keep in mind she is not good at the flirtings so hav mercy on her

eonia tour guide !

or jus friends who like ,,, constnatly fill her in w all the godly stuff n whatnot. years of not goin 2 camps mean u miss out on a lot ! explore ruins w her n get her info her mortal educ didnt make her privy 2 yk

head real empty atm i will think of sum n let y’all know when i do, but give us all the conekshunz. friends, enemies, the usual bit, lgbtq alliance peeps, lmk whats up whats done whats cookin we want it all

( shes p much a new muse n da result of me tryna bring in an emotionally healthy kid to this sad sad university. janes in a v good well-adjusted place rn n is my therapy muse bc that other bitch m** is a messy handful. but wbk life aint linear so mayhaps shit’ll hit da fan or one of y/m will ruin her lmfao press f pls ! but also color me eyes emoji bc we love to see it )

#euintro

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jrueships · 3 years ago

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sorry i accidentally unfollowed you trying to submit this ask kjfbwjfbf!! but!! (and sorry if you've answered this/a version of this before i have a terrible memory) -- who in fox/fultz would confess first and how would they do it??

Wtf?? U unfollowed me??? How am I gonna become a famous influencer now?? Huh?? Beats the shit outta u!!!! I'M KIDDIN it's cool LMAO + I think we might be the only ones on this boat so I don't think (??? Idk I am also a goldfish) anyone else has asked 😭

... HM..... THATS A TOUGHIE THO...

i FEEL like fox is the kinda guy who's like "kiss your homies goodnight!!!" So he's like really affectionate and touchy with all his friends! He'll hold their hands and think nothing of it. He'll say I love you to one guy and smile and laugh and think nothing of it as he goes over to say I love you to another guy...

And fultz is DEFINITELY not like that. He's a lot more introverted and introspective on his and others' actions. When Fox holds his hand, he think Fox likes him. When Fox says he loves him, he thinks he means it as a confession. And it makes his yearning grow uncontrollably until he's ready to say it back maybe... but then he sees Fox holding Bam real close and telling him that he's loves him and... oh. Maybe they didn't have anything special at all then.. because Fultz is an introvert and can't understand how one person can have the courage or the care to invest so much attention into so many people. But maybe that's because he doesn't. Maybe their entire relationship was all in his head and maybe Fultz just cared about it more than Fox did. It makes sense if Fox can smile so brightly at him, and then leave and shine that smile at someone else just as easily. Fultz just doesn't understand how Fox operates, just can't understand.

Maybe Fultz has tried confessing before, but with actions rather than words. He'd do Fox's dishes for him or hand him a towel to wipe his sweat off during USA practices. He'll linger around Fox's side and pat his hair occasionally to let him know he's still there (as if one of them would suddenly disappear). He'll try dusting Fox's piano for him.. buy him little piano accessories but just say he found it instead. Just little actions that let Fox know how much Fultz loves him..

I honestly think it'll take them a Long while until one actually confesses. Either Fox admits he's had a crush on Fultz for a long time, and he's just a social guy, but he really Really does like Fultz. Or Fultz finally admits to his confused yet passionate pining. I think Fultz will admit it because he'll become jealous of those that Fox 'abandons' him for. He'll start wondering what do They have that He doesn't. Like 'Fox keeps hanging around Donovan. Laughing about something... nicknames. Spida and Swipa... hm. Maybe /I/ should make a cool nickname too. So I can show Donovan what a Real nickname is. And it'll impress Fox SO much that he'll want to have a matching nickname with Me instead.' So Donovan is just chilling when Fultz suddenly just enters his apartment with a blank face, points at him, and states, "my nickname is the FEDS." Then leaves with no explanation.

So Donovan texts Fox afterwards and he's like "yo... what's up with your mans bro..." and Fox is confused and just excuses it as Fultz being Fultz. Defends him from anybody who's kinda questioning of his friend. And that goes on for a while until Fox finally thinks maybe Fultz might be goin through something so he's checks on him like "hey dude, you good?" And asks about all his awkward interactions with Fox's friends lately... so Fultz has just make a bad excuse like "oh my. My goldfish died." To get Fox off his case. Fox believes it, of course KABDJS ":-( OH NO!!! NOT SHELLY!!!! :-O!!!" And he comforts him and they leave it at there. So anytime Donovan texts Fox "hey why fultz kinda buggin" Fox just responds with "HIS GOLDFISH DIED DONOVAN!!!!!!!"

That ruse remains up for a while until Markelle and Fox both get older and mature. No longer little rookies living up to a draft pick.. Markelle is a little bolder thanks to his time with Joel and Fox is a little less full of childish excitement (though he still does get excited over things! Just not as much trivial stuff). After a game against each other (magic vs kings), fultz takes Fox out to dinner and they talk and laugh about the game. Fultz mainly laughs about how he went from number one draft pick to Orlando frickin magic, which Fox comforts him on with a smile. That bright smile that Markelle once wanted all to himself... which he now realizes that he just doesn't want to lose it forever. He hasn't seen Fox in a long while. Yeah, he plays games with him online but hearing his voice wasn't enough for Fultz (plus fultz rarely used his mic anyways so he couldn't pitch into a conversation between the more experienced gamers of his friendgroup) and maybe he Won't see that smile again.

So, afraid of losing Fox forever, Fultz finally confesses with words AND actions. I think He'd reach out and hold Fox's hands and He'd be the one to say that He loves Fox. And he doesn't do that to everyone, and Fox knows that. And Fox knows that it's real. And just as he's about to say something, Fultz has already paid the tab and taken off.

#IDK ITS WEIRD #confessions are TOUGH #but i rlly do think markelle has to be the first one to admit it or else itll just be a waiting game for missed opportunity 😭#they just need some time to MATURE #this was a VERY fun ask to answer!!!#thank u monarch <3!!!!#always with the fun asks!!!! love that!!!#fox #fultz #ted asks

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prorevenge · 6 years ago

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Assault my girlfriend ? Enjoy not getting into your dream school

Okay, so this is a long one, but I have To explain a lot of stuff prior To the main story. Me is me (of course), GF is girlfriend and B is BitchFace McBitch the Third.

I'm very socially awkward, so I've always had trouble making friends, and was bullied throughout junior high because of that. However in 11th grade I entered the engineering class (I live in France, learning about engineering can start in highschool), which meant that a lot of the other students were awkward like me, and I ended up fitting just perfectly. One girl in particular I got really close To. We liked eachother a lot, and in twelvth grade I asked her if she wanted to become my girlfriend after a trip To Disneyland she had invited me to. To 17yo me, that was some kind of sign that she might've liked me back. Spoiler alert : she didn't, after telling me she felt like I was more of a best friend. Okay, I can handle rejection, so I go on to just being friends with her and progressevely forgetting about my feelings for her. Unfortunately, she did not, and it got to her head. By now you might have guessed it, that girl was B (not because she rejected me but because of what's about To come).

Twelvth grade ends, we both graduate, me as the valedictorian and she barely having above average grades, and go on to our superior studies. She went to law university because she wanted to go To some High end business school, I went to a low tier prestigious prep school. Now, for a bit of information, prep schools in France are for the best of the best : they're the toughest schools To get into and Also To stay in. Curriculums are very difficult : we learn in one and a half years what USA college students learn in four years. I have vomitted my guts working To get good results To no avail, while B complained about failing assignements when she would go out To party the night before. Early In my first year of prep school she and I got into a big fight, with her throwing complete bogus accusations at me (I had screenshots to disprove her claims) and making me feel really bad about everything. Eventually that sent me into depression and I nearly flunked out my first year because I couldn't keep my emotions in check. Meanwhile she had flunked out after six months in law university, and failed her first attempt out of three to get into her business school. From then on whenever she saw me she would be the meanest person alive. Eventually I worked out my emotions and got back on track, and didn't see her for long enough that I wouldn't break down just by thinking about what happened.

Second year of prep school I meet my GF to this day. Important note though : she is mute. She is wary of people, because of bullying when she was younger, and often does not know how to react when being confronted about anything by strangers. That same year, my highschool organizes some kind of forum where post graduates get to present what they're doing now in life to future graduates. I decide to attend, and my GF comes with me and the staff is alright with me bringing one extra, seeing as GF and I were doing the same studies and said studies were underepresented. We show up on saturday morning (when they had their forum) and surprise surprise, B is also there. The forum is organized the following way : two rooms for studies presentation, and one room for snacks for the post graduates who came to present their studies. Halfway into the forum, a former teacher recognizes me and comes to chat. I ask my GF if in the meantime, she can go get us some snacks. 5 minutes pass, and GF isn't back. I get worried, as I figure not many people here know sign language if she were in trouble. I excuse myself to my teacher, and go into the snack room to see what's holding up my GF. What I see horrifies me : B is on top of GF, pulling her hair, clawing at her face and yelling stuff like "you think you're better than me ?". I shove her off and immediately help my girlfriend up, but by the time I'm done consoling her, B has left the highschool grounds. There's nothing I can do legally speaking against her either, because there were no cameras and no witnesses. So I cook up a little revenge.

See, I had learned that B had failed her second attempt to get into her dream business school, and that she was going for her last try later that year. The exam works that way : only the N first candidates get through one phase of exams (written phase and oral phase). If you're the N+1th, no matter how close you are to the Nth candidate, you don't go to the next phase. So I ask my prep school friends, about 15 of them, to sign up for the entrance exams and do their best. They know it's to get revenge on B, and seeing as they love me and my GF and heard of the incident, they all oblige. We study our hardest for the written exam. Eventually the day comes, and a month later the results show up. All 15 of my friends and I got better scores than B, meaning we ranked above her, and she was 9 ranks short of going onto the next phase, meaning if we hadn't taken the exam, she would've had a fair shot at getting into her school. The best part though ? The list of candidates and their placement is opened to public, so she knew what I had done, which is why a few days later I received this text : "you asshole ! What did I ever do to you ? That was my last attempt !!". To that I sent her a video of my girlfriend signing "you mess with the bull, you get the horns" and giving her the finger at the end, and blocked her from everything I could think of.

(source) story by (/u/Dorfar)

#prorevenge #by /u/Dorfar #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

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kebinwooo · 4 years ago

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20 Questions

tagged again by @theyoungflexer! thank you for tagging me! i finally feel like a part of something on this site ahahahha rambles below the read more!

1. what do u prefer to be called name wise?

marleen but lots of people call me mari!

2. when is your birthday?

august 21!

3. where do u live?

sadly, in the USA lol. LA to be exact

4. three things u are doing right now?

....i’m typing this up.... that’s it LOL but before this i was working on a fic that’s slowly.... slowly chugging along....

5. four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now?

not really fandoms necessarily but monsta x, seventeen (COMEBACK SOON I WON’T STOP YELLING), onf/road to kingdom, and mystic pop up bar

6. how has this pandemic been treating u?

ehhhhhhhh could be better but also could’ve been worse. i’ll take what i have

7. a song u can’t stop listening to right now?

UM ONF’S WE MUST LOVE. AND COMPLETE. also their covers of everybody and it’s raining. basically i’m a whole fuse now. road to kingdom has changed me HAHA

8. recommend a movie

i love how all the movies i’ve ever watched suddenly left my brain. i would recommend love, simon for a cute, light watch tho!

9. how old are u?

20 but almost an actual Adult (TM)

10. school, university, occupation, other?

i’m in uni! almost graduating oh my god o-o

11. do u prefer heat or cold?

the cold. it’s why i go to school up in washington LOL i can no longer handle any weather above 76 degrees, which is bad bc i’m from socal....

12. name one fact others may not know about u

uhhhhhhh i’ve been trying to learn korean for the past few years but never sat down to seriously do so and am finally doing it now bc all of my internships fell through and i have nothing better to do with my life woot woot!

13. are u shy?

yes very much so. i’m also just super awkward so that doesn’t help either. but when i get comfortable around you, then i absolutely am not shy LOL

14. do u have preferred pronouns?

she/her!

15. biggest pet peeve?

uhhhh i’m sure i have one but i can’t seem to remember? i can say tho i have a slight problem with people who use the word ‘peak’ instead of ‘peek’. i have no idea why it annoys me so much but sooooo many people use it and my eye twitches every time

16. what is your favorite ‘dere’ type?

......uhhhhhhh i don’t know many ‘deres’ tbh so imma just go with tsundere

17. rate your life 1-10, 1 being rly crappy and 10 being the best it could ever be

eh there are areas where it can improve but i’m satisfied with what i have so lets have it at an 8. (IT COULD’VE BEEN AN 8.5 OR A 9 IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE PANDEMIC THO ARGH SO MANY PLANS RUINED)

18. what’s your main blog?

this one LOL

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

oh god i have one sideblog called rebellious-baozi for exo’s xiumin that was basically abandoned when i left the exo fandom back in 2013 soooo LOL

20. is there anything u think people need to know about u before becoming friends with u?

if it’s not obvious from this post, i talk A LOT. and i also spam quite a bit. so if you’re ok with a talkative friend who spills way too much to you, well look no further ahha

#thank you so much for tagging me!#again LOL #again not tagging anybody bc i dont talk to many people here anymore #but i really enjoy being included in these tag games so thank you!!

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yesvac · 6 years ago

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back 2 san jose island

no meme here is my lesbian play for anyone interested let me know what u think : ) also when i paste onto tumblr it may fuck up the formatting but i promise i formatted it correctly in docs.

warning: lol (lots of lesbians) also this is zombie apocalypse

Back to San Jose Island

SETTING

Post-nuclear apocalypse life in Texas, USA: now “Tejas.” The sun beats down heavily and the dust settles in every corner. There are walls around each human settlement made from wood, tires, and junk metal. Every character is dirty and rough around the edges.

CHARACTERS

ZOEY: A small and fiery young adult with a habitual tendency to pills and other drugs. When she isn’t high, she’s confrontational, witty, sarcastic, and good with her hands. To make money, she crafts weapons. Her manner is usually humorous, even in dangerous situations.

ALEX: An apocalypse assassin with a mysterious and unreadable disposition. She is ambitious, impersonal, and unemotional. She rarely jokes or displays any personal thoughts or emotions, and kills without mercy. She is on the hunt for the cure to the zombie virus plaguing her time.

WILLIE: Zoey’s best friend, and drug dealer. During the day, he runs an odds-and-ends shop in his village, but he sells drugs under the table to an assortment of customers including Zoey. His disposition is hunched and generally nervous. He is too afraid to arm himself, even if he has the ability to. He rarely leaves the walls of his town. He wears denim and layers of flannel.

SCENE ONE

Downtown in a post-apocalyptic village by the name of SAN MARCOS. It’s near-sunset, almost dark, and the decent folk have their children and themselves inside. In the apocalypse, lawlessness reins; as nighttime falls, we hear music from bars get louder, and the daytime businesses close up. ZOEY enters through the front gate, armed with a postapocalypse-urban leather jacket and several knives; she’s not from here. As she walks towards the downtown area with the shops and bars, she hears a bang from inside a business, and a crash.

ZOEY

Wha- HEY!

As a gunshot explodes, ZOEY ducks down and covers her head with her arms. She looks terrified, and then angry.

Willie, I swear to fuck if you’re shooting at me, I’m gonna be really mad.

She rolls her eyes, and then sneaks from her crouching position to open the front door of the business. It unlocks with a click, and we see WILLIE and ALEX.

ALEX, strong, muscular, and survivor-esque, is holding a pistol with her right hand, pointed directly at ZOEY’s face. In her left, she has WILLIE in a stronghold with a serrated machete pressed to his throat. WILLIE, a coward, looks confused and terrified.

ZOEY

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, alright? I’m chill. So is Willie. So why do you have my friend in a headlock?

ALEX’s face is cold and hard. She looks at ZOEY, assessing her.

ALEX

Not for any reason you’d have to worry about. So I suggest you turn around and leave.

ZOEY

No can do, my friend. Your name is…? Or is that another thing I’m not allowed to know?

ZOEY cocks her head to the side. She’s ballsy. ALEX isn’t impressed.

ALEX

I could kill you with one shot. It’d be clean and quick.

WILLIE whimpers in fear. ALEX tightens her hold on him.

ZOEY

Then do it. What’s stopping you?

ALEX narrows her eyes.

ALEX

What’s stopping me... is that’s what you want. I’m not wasting a bullet to fund your suicide.

ZOEY

I’m offended! Why, even turned on!

ALEX’s expression goes from controlled to confused and rigid. She obviously was not expecting that. She attempts to hide her embarrassment.

ALEX

empathetic

Please, just leave. It’ll make it easier for everyone.

then, firm

I’m serious.

ZOEY

I’m not leaving. But the first thing you can do is let Willie go. He’s not a threat. When we were six, he cried because a butterfly landed on his nose. Just let him go.

ALEX thinks for a moment, and then loosens her hold on WILLIE. He sputters, dropping to the floor and scrambling away from ALEX, towards ZOEY. ALEX’s other hand goes to her gun, which she continues to point between ZOEY’s eyes.

ALEX

Fine. Whatever. But I’m not leaving here until I get the information I need. And I have no reservations about killing either of you to get what I want.

ZOEY

Okay, we get it, you’re a ruthless murderer. What is it that you need so you can go the fuck away?

ALEX

Your friend here. He sells goods.

ZOEY smirks. WILLIE is looking at his feet, still sitting on the floor, barely together.

ZOEY

I’m aware. He’s a damn good dealer. Got the best prices in town.

ALEX

I get it. He sells drugs under the table. It’s pretty obvious. I don’t care about that. But the suppliers for drugs are the same guys who make what I need.

ZOEY

And what is that, exactly?

ALEX

You wouldn’t understand.

The two women are slowly becoming more confrontational. ZOEY, a bold and fiery survivor, is becoming more fearless, even with the barrel of ALEX’s gun pressed to her forehead. She howls out in sarcastic laughter when ALEX says this.

ZOEY

Why? Because I’m a scavenger and you’re some type of big shot? What do you do for a living, miss? Paid-by-the-hour Debby Downer? Professional asshole?

ALEX holsters her gun, sighing, and rolling her eyes, obviously frustrated with the situation.

ALEX

It’s a scientific development not revealed to the public. It’s not something most could understand. Even me.

WILLIE

shakily

I told you, I don’t know where it is, or what it is for that matter.

ALEX

That doesn’t help me at all. Just help me and we can be through with this. Nobody has to get hurt.

WILLIE

stuttering

I can tell you my supplier’s name. But if I do you can’t tell him it’s me -- if I loose this avenue of work-- I could--

ALEX

I decide that, kid, not you. Tell me the name.

WILLIE

His name-- his name is Dustin Bigg. Goes by Dusty. He has bigger connections than I even know. He’s not at this compound. It’s about a 3 hour drive south of here. In a compound called Wholesale, on San Jose Island.

ALEX thinks for a moment, nods in WILLIE’s direction, and turns to ZOEY.

ALEX

Don’t follow me.

She walks out, the shop bell ringing as the door closes behind her. WILLIE breathes a sigh of relief.

ZOEY

What the fuck was that about?

WILLIE

I’m not sure, really. Not sure why she came to me, anyway. But when she first got here, she was yammering about something about a cure.

ZOEY

A cure? Really? She’s one of those nutjobs?

WILLIE

I guess so. Fuck. I really hope she doesn’t kill my supplier. If I was cut off I’d… I’d…

WILLIE is clearly very stressed. He’s a bit less anxious as when ALEX was in his store, but he still runs his hands through his hair, and his face is soaked in sweat.

ZOEY

Listen, Willie. Did you get her name?

WILLIE

Why does it matter? Why’d you come here anyway?

ZOEY

I was hoping you could, y’know, set me up.

WILLIE looks off into the distance for a moment, in thought.

WILLIE

I don’t feel very good about this.

ZOEY

What?

WILLIE

Well… you know...

ZOEY

I don’t.

WILLIE

Your problem.

ZOEY

With increasing anger

I don’t have a problem, Willie. I just saved your life and now you don’t want to sell me drugs? What about selling more to support your family, eh?

WILLIE

I know, Zoey. Settle down. C’mon.

WILLIE is scared of ZOEY. It makes sense - she is very confrontational, and not afraid of anything. WILLIE’s afraid of everything. He ducks behind the front counter and emerges with a box of powders in different colors.

ZOEY

Three, please, of these. And one of those. Thanks.

ZOEY hands him money, and he stows it away. ZOEY puts the drugs into a pocket in her bag.

ZOEY

I think I’m gonna go after her. Did you catch her name?

WILLIE

Are you crazy? She almost killed us!

ZOEY

No, she didn’t. She pointed a gun at me and put a knife against your throat. She didn’t have an intent to kill that entire time. It was hilarious.

WILLIE

under his breath

You’re so strange.

ZOEY

A name, Willie?

WILLIE

I think I caught it when she was looking through her belongings in her bag. I think her name is Alex.

ZOEY

Alex.

ZOEY nods at WILLIE, smiles, and heads out of the shop. The bell dings behind her. WILLIE sighs, and slumps against his counter in exhaustion.

As soon as ZOEY leaves, she spots a car parked nearby. The windows are open and playing jazz. It’s dark outside, and the sky is clear. ALEX sits on her car hood, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the stars. ZOEY approaches the car slowly.

ZOEY

Boo!

ALEX doesn’t flinch.

ALEX

Hi. (beat) I think I told you not to follow me?

ZOEY

Yeah, but how could I resist? You, just sitting here, smoking a pack of Marlboros. It’s like all my teenage lesbian dreams at once.

Another moment of embarrassed awkwardness. ALEX doesn’t know how to respond to ZOEY’s flirting - but it doesn’t bother ZOEY.

Can I sit with you?

ALEX

No.

ZOEY

Okay.

ZOEY sits down on the concrete nearby ALEX’s car, and pulls out her own thing to smoke - a marijuana joint. She pulls out a black lighter and lights up, taking a breath in and holding it before blowing it out towards the sky. ALEX watches her smoke.

ALEX

Why are you still here?

ZOEY

I don’t know, Alex.

ALEX’s eyebrows furrow.

ALEX

How did you-

ZOEY

It doesn’t matter. Do you want to hit this?

ALEX looks confused, but nods, and gestures of ZOEY to climb onto the car hood with her. They sit next to each other, and ZOEY hands ALEX the joint to smoke. ALEX coughs a bit; ZOEY smiles.

ALEX

I know your name too, you know. Zoey.

ZOEY

I’m flattered.

ALEX

I needed to know how to manipulate Willie. You were just on a list of possible ins.

ZOEY

Not so flattered anymore. Hey, listen, why is this thing-- why is it so important to you?

ALEX gets a look on her face like she’s fixated on something in the distance.

ALEX

It’s not just important to me, Zoey. It’s important for all of us. For the whole world.

ZOEY’s eyes narrow.

ZOEY

What, you’re gonna save the world, or something?

ALEX

It’s not that simple - easier said than done, as always. But that’s the goal.

ZOEY

Holier-than-thou bullshit.

ALEX

Excuse me?

ZOEY

There’s always people who say they’re so close to finding the cure. That there’s a group, or a compound, or a state out there with a vaccination. A medical procedure that’s going to help. Some sort of herbal concoction of ancient medicine that grants immunity. Some far-off procedure to make the dead once again living. A modern medicine that will make walkers not walk anymore. But they’re all bullshit.

The two girls are quiet for a moment. ZOEY continues to smoke.

ALEX

That’s a generalization. (beat) Don’t you want to have hope for the future?

ZOEY

Sure. Doesn’t everyone? But I’m not going to put my faith into every medical miracle I hear about.

ALEX

Suit yourself. I want to-- no, need to be a part of something that is bigger than myself. I need to help.

ZOEY

And helping is pressing a knife to my friend’s throat to get him to tell you the name of his superiors?

ALEX

Is that what this is about? Geez, I barely even roughed him up.

ZOEY

What this is about is: I want to know why you have so much faith in finding a cure. Are you just naive and stupid, or are the people you work for- are they the real deal?

ALEX

First off. I don’t work for anyone. I’m solo. Keeps things simpler. And the trail I’m following -- I think -- could be a lead to curing undeath.

ZOEY

I want to join you.

ALEX

No.

ZOEY

Come on. You didn’t even think about it.

ALEX

I have been thinking about it ever since you entered Willie’s shop. It’s clear that you’re itching to do something, to latch onto anything. I knew you were going to ask me. I was waiting for you.

ZOEY

Don’t give yourself too much credit. I’m not exactly subtle. (beat) Why not?

ALEX

You’d be a liability. I like working alone. I’m not good with people. You’re probably not properly trained. You could die. You could turn against me and kill me in my sleep. There’s a lot of reasons why.

ZOEY

But I bet you want to.

ALEX’s lip quivers. She looks away.

Right? There’s no other reason why you would have waited for me. Just to tell me off? I don’t think so. To give me another chance to talk to you. To convince you.

ALEX

Do you have family?

ZOEY

No.

ALEX

Okay. Let’s go.

ZOEY breaks out in a smile, one that ALEX finds indecent. ALEX throws her lit cigarette onto the pavement and gets into her car, turning it on. ZOEY celebrates her victory with a grin and a personal congratulatory motion before getting into the passengers seat. The car backs out and begins to drive out of the gates of the small town and into the open roads.

SCENE TWO

ALEX’s car. ALEX has been driving for a while, and kills the motor by turning her keys. She then turns to face ZOEY, which, to her surprise, has fallen asleep in the passenger’s seat.

ALEX

Quietly, to herself

Shit. Should I wake her up?

ALEX reaches over tentatively to touch ZOEY’s arm, and ZOEY, in her sleep, lets out a snore. ALEX laughs and smiles to herself, shaking her head.

I’ll just give her a second.

After cranking down her window, ALEX pulls out a pack of cigarettes, and takes a cigarette out. She lights it easily with practiced fingers and a black lighter. She inhales and exhales, staring into the distance. After a minute, ZOEY wakes up, crinkling her nose.

ALEX

Awake?

ZOEY

Yeah, thanks to your iron lungs.

ALEX

Want a smoke?

ZOEY

No thank you.

ZOEY yawns.

Where are we?

ALEX

We left from Rio Vista about a couple hours ago. I’m not sure when you fell asleep. It’s pretty late, so I pulled over outside a smaller settlement.

ZOEY

And where are we going again? You know, security of self, and all?

ALEX

Rolling her eyes

You’re secure. But fine. We’re on our way to San Jose island.

ZOEY

I think I remember that name. But before the outbreak - it wasn’t somewhere people lived, right?

ALEX

Correct.

ZOEY

Then why do you need to go there? Aren’t you looking for someone?

ALEX

There weren’t people there before the outbreak. But there are now. Like Willie said - a settlement called Wholesale. And there are also several plants and animals native to just that island that will help in the search for a cure. Ingredients that can be used for medical experimentation.

ZOEY

Wow, you’re a nerd. Okay. San Jose Island. How far away is that from here, exactly?

ALEX

It’ll be another 2 hours on the road, and a little boat ride. Unless you want to swim.

ZOEY

I loved swimming before the outbreak, actually.

ALEX smiles in a sad way. You can tell she misses “before the outbreak” life.

ALEX

Me too.

ZOEY

What were you like, before?

ALEX

Why do you need to know?

ZOEY

C’mon. You let me come with you. Humor me.

ALEX

Well…

A VISION OF THE PAST. In front of the parked car, we see a young child version of ALEX walk gracefully to front center stage. She is wearing flowy clothing.

I used to love to dance.

Light, jovial string music begins to play, and PAST ALEX dances in a graceful ballerina style along with it.

ZOEY

You don’t dance anymore?

PAST ALEX dances off of the stage and the music fades out. ALEX’s face darkens.

ALEX

What’s the point? Dancing doesn’t help anyone.

ZOEY

But it made you happy, right?

ALEX

Zoey, leave it.

ZOEY

I’m just saying… even though the world sucks, you still have to do things for yourself sometimes, right? I don’t know… maybe you’d be happier if you did.

ALEX

There really isn’t time for me to be putting aside for plies, Zoey.

ZOEY

Alright, alright. So what’s the plan?

ALEX

We’re parked just outside Big Bend. It’s a smaller settlement. I think we could probably find someplace to sleep there.

ZOEY

Sounds good to me.

The two girls exit ALEX’s car and walk to the gates of the settlement. A man in various metal and leather armor greets them, eyeing them suspiciously.

GUARD

Who are you?

ALEX

We’re just travellers. Hoping to stay the night.

GUARD

Your car - it caught the attention of the herd. They’re coming near here. Know how to fight?

ALEX

Sure.

ZOEY makes a face. She’s not so sure.

GUARD

Okay. If you can help me fight ‘em off, you’ve got a room for the night.

ZOEY

We can’t just, I don’t know, go inside?

GUARD

Not exactly. They’d be clawing at the walls, and our defenses aren’t the best they’ve ever been.

ALEX pulls out a large combat knife from her belt-holster and holds it at the ready. ZOEY, realizing that this is happening (whether she likes it or not), pulls a machete from her cross-body strap holster.

GUARD

They’re coming.

A group of 4 zombies clamber onstage, towards our main characters. Silently, ALEX lunges forward and plants the blade of her knife in the nearest zombie, forcing it to the ground and pulling out her knife. For good measure, she stomps on its head as she moves forward to perform the same procedure on the next one. The guard smashes one walker’s head against the walls of the compound, and ZOEY stabs the last one in the chest with her machete. It gets stuck, the walker still growling and struggling to bite her, and she yells for help. ALEX appears heroically, and stabs the walker bluntly in its cranium.

ZOEY

out of breath, filled with adrenaline

Thanks.

ALEX nods. She is still impersonal. They fight off the next 3 walkers that come near the walls.

GUARD

I think that’s the worst of it. I could get the rest of them. Thanks - y’all aren’t half bad.

ZOEY

smiling

It’s all her.

The guard calls up to another guard elevated in a watcher position, and the gate to the compound opens. BIG BEND. It is a smaller compound, and the girls catch it in the dead of the night. Almost everyone is asleep, and the buildings are quiet. The one building that seems lively is the bar of the town, with music playing from inside, and the lights are still lit.

GUARD

Second house on the left. My wife and I live there. We have a room for you two to stay in.

ALEX

Thank you. I appreciate it.

The gate closes, and the girls walk inside.

ZOEY

It’s kind of nice, isn’t it?

ALEX

No nicer than the other dozens of compounds around Tejas. Why?

ZOEY

I don’t know. Look at the flowerbeds. It seems like life here is slower.

ALEX

It’s… nice, I guess. Just not exactly what I’m looking for.

ALEX yawns.

Let’s get to that room.

ZOEY

Sure.

They walk silently to the house that the guard has indicated, and ALEX knocks three raps on the brightly painted front door. There is silence in response, and then some rustling inside. The door opens a crack, and the girls are met with an adolescent teenage boy in pajamas. He peers at them strangely. It seems like he has just woken up.

ALEX

Um- hi, there. We’re travellers. The guard at the gate told us we could stay in a room here.

BOY

Oh. Sure. That was my dad. Come in, I’ll show you.

The house is nicely decorated with knick-knacks of the past world covering each surface. There are garden gnomes, pottery, glass animals, carved woods, framed pictures, and other worn odds-and-ends. Also, there are some mounted heads of animals, indicating successful hunting. ZOEY looks around in wonder and amazement. She has never seen a home like this.

The boy brings them up a set of stairs to a room and opens the door to the bedroom. We see that it only has one bed. The room is tiny, and there isn’t much floor space - but the bed is big enough for two people.

ALEX

Oh.

ALEX shifts uncomfortably.

Is there another mattress anywhere?

BOY

No. Sorry, miss… Goodnight.

The boy exits, closing the door behind him, and ALEX and ZOEY are left alone again. They both look like they’re not sure what to do. The awkwardness in the air is palpable.

ZOEY

Well, I guess we should start getting ready for bed.

ALEX

Zoey, I can’t.

ZOEY

Can’t what?

ALEX

Um…

ALEX looks over to the bed, and back at ZOEY.

ZOEY

Oh, come on. Get over yourself. You say “I’m the smartest person you’ll ever meet” but you can’t even share a bed with someone?

ALEX

Shut the fuck up. I’m just saying. I don’t want to… you know, cross any boundaries.

ZOEY

Well, you’re welcome to sleep on the floor - be my guest. But there’s a bed, and I’m tired. So I’m sleeping on it.

There is a bit of tenseness in the room that isn’t direct, but awkward. ALEX begins to take off her equipment, including holsters and knives and guns, and arranges them neatly on the dresser opposite to the bed.

ALEX

I’m… I’m sorry. I’ll sleep in the bed.

ZOEY

You don’t have to be sorry. It’s okay.

ZOEY strips off her outerwear, including her shirt and pants with no regard to the other girl in the room. ALEX immediately blushes, averting her eyes. ZOEY yawns, and burrows into the blankets on the bed. ALEX, with her outerwear still on, tentatively pulls back the blankets to get under them.

Are you going to wear your jacket to bed?

ALEX

I’m… I… I think so.

ZOEY

Okay.

ALEX reaches over to the nightstand and extinguishes the lantern providing the room with light. She lays back into the bed, staring at the ceiling.

ALEX

Zoey?

ZOEY

Yeah?

ALEX

Goodnight.

ZOEY

Night, Alex.

SCENE 3

THE NEXT MORNING, the BIG BEND GUEST BEDROOM. Through the window shines a morning light. ALEX wakes up first, and finds through wary eyes that she took off her jacket in the night, now only wearing a worn cutoff black t-shirt and pants. She and ZOEY are accidentally intertwined, and it makes ALEX blush severely, quickly retracting her hands from their place around ZOEY’s waist. She shakes her head, and begins to redress, but ZOEY wakes up.

ZOEY

Ugh. It feels so early.

ALEX

Do you sleep ‘till noon every day? God, I wish I was as careless as you.

ZOEY

Hey, back off. For real though, I slept well last night.

ALEX blushes again, turning away as ZOEY gets out of bed. In the morning light, ZOEY is beautiful: medium-dark skin in a worn set of underwear, sleepy eyes and messy, dark hair. It is impossible for ALEX to look at her. ZOEY begins to redress.

ALEX

Yeah. Me too.

ZOEY

What’s on the schedule for today?

ALEX

I think we can get there today. Just a couple more hours of driving. And then we find Dusty Biggs.

ZOEY

Know anything about Dusty before Willie told you about him?

ALEX

Oh yeah. Plenty. He’s a big name in medicine and drugs. Kind of a druggie himself.

ZOEY

Sounds like a criminal I could chill with.

ALEX

Really?

ZOEY

What! I like junkies! They’re relatable.

ALEX

This junkie’s a bad guy. He likes to do hard drug experiments on people. It’s… not fun stuff.

ZOEY

Experiments?

ALEX

You don’t want to know. Let’s go.

The two exit the GUEST BEDROOM, and appear downtown BIG BEND. People walk and chat, mostly gathering around dining area of the compound, having a breakfast with eggs and vegetables. On the way out, ALEX grabs them two water bottles and two protein bars. They exit BIG BEND, entering…

ALEX’s car. As ALEX turns the key and drives away, ZOEY buckles in and leans back. After leaving the compound, ALEX gets onto the road and is freely driving.

ZOEY

Hey, Alex.

ALEX

What?

ZOEY

You’ve been weird since this morning.

ALEX’s eyebrows furrow.

ALEX

What do you mean?

ZOEY

Well, for starters, you won’t look at me. I thought it was maybe exhaustion but I’m more tired than you. So what’s wrong?

ALEX remembers the morning, the way ZOEY looked in the sunlight from the window. She also remembers how warm her arms and torso were from being beside ZOEY in the night.

ALEX

Nothing.

ZOEY

No! Something’s up.

ALEX

outburst

Fine. Fine! I woke up with my arms around you.

Awkward silence.

ZOEY

Well, that’s okay.

ALEX

No, Zoey, it’s…

ZOEY

Alex, why are you acting so weird about it? I think you’re cute. Is there something wrong about that?

ALEX

It’s just…

ZOEY

If you don’t like girls I get it, I just wanted to shoot my shot, y’know--

ALEX

Zoey, I like girls. Shit, I mean, I like you. It’s just weird. Romance. I feel like I’m not… great at it.

ZOEY

Oh. Well that’s silly.

ALEX

Silly?

ZOEY

Yeah. Silly. The world ended 8 years ago. When I was 10, and I bet when you were pretty young, too.

ALEX

I was 11.

ZOEY

We grew up without any guidance on relationships, how to flirt, how to act on your feelings in a healthy way… It makes sense to feel awkward about it.

ALEX

Why don’t you?

ZOEY

Simple lack of shame when I’m around cute girls.

ALEX laughs, but she’s still blushing. She pulls over on the side of the road, and parks the car, killing the ignition. She looks at ZOEY.

ALEX

Last night… It was nice.

ZOEY smiles, a bit sadly. She puts her hand on the side of ALEX’s face, brushing ALEX’s dark hair behind her ear. Their faces are close.

ZOEY

Quietly

Oh, really?

ALEX

Yes.

ZOEY leans forward, her eyes fluttering closed as ALEX’s do at the same time. Their lips connect, A CHASTE KISS, but one that makes ALEX’s whole body quiver and shrink up. They disconnect, and ALEX avoids eye contact, blushing immensely.

ZOEY

You’re adorable.

ALEX

No, you’re--

Suddenly, A WALKER!

It bangs its head against the window on the driver’s side, splattering glass all over ALEX! ZOEY screams, and ALEX’s words fade to a yell as she manuevers to turn on the car. She ignites the engine, and starts to drive, but the walker bangs its head into the window again. ZOEY, yelling, lunges forward with her machete, nailing it in the head and tossing it out the window.

After they get onto open road, ZOEY begins to laugh, manic.

ALEX

What? What, you weirdo?

ZOEY

Between fits of laughter

My- my machete. I left it back there.

ALEX

Why… is that funny?

ZOEY

I don’t know!

ZOEY takes a few breathes, dizzy with laughter.

But aren’t you so happy to be alive?

ALEX smiles.

#my writing

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otterlyfabby-blog · 5 years ago

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ahgazenmemes · 6 years ago

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About me Tag!!

My very supportive friend @ahgase55g7! Thank you for tagging me!

Rules are:

tag the person who tagged you

answer the questions

tag ten people (bro u know i dont got that many friends.

How tall are you?

I’m 5’3, I think. I’m a tiny gal. But I’m still young and growing, especially since I got my period pretty late.

What color and style is your hair?

My hair color is dark, dark brown. And its very straight and it goes right under my shoulders. I don’t like long hair. I’m also planning to get some highlights in my hair so that may change.

What color are your eyes?

Brown. I wish my eye color was more interesting though.

Do you wear glasses?

Nah. My eye sight is one of my good qualities.

Do you wear braces?

Yeah :((. They’re alright, I jusy dont like the way my teeth look right now though, its all crooked and its hard to bite. I wanna get it adjusted so there’d be some improvement.

Whats your fashion sense?

I dont know. My fashion sense stresses me out. It’s everywhere. It’s one of the causes of my mental breakdowns because I’m constantly self consious and never think I look good in anything :))

Full name?

Lol you wish. My first name is Gabie though.

When were you born?

I’m a fetus. I was born tomorrow.

Where are you from and where do you live now?

Manila! And I still live there.

What school do you go to?

Rather not say, it’s a pretty small school so someone from there could find out who I was pretty quickly.

What kind of student are you?

The kind of student everybody hates because they’re annoying but is actually kinda chill when you get to know them haha. I’m also pretty awkward so I guess thats another reason why people think I’m sketchy. BUT IM NOT. I just cant converse.

Do you like school?

It’s meh. I hate everybody in my batch and some of the other batches and the school office. But I don’t really care anymore so everything is just meh.

Favorite subject?

I used to like Science but I started to hate everything this year. Everything sucks.

Favorite TV show?

I don’t watch a lot of tv shows. But I’m trying to catch up on Brooklyn nine-nine. Which I’m absolutely failing at...so....

Favorite movie?

Oh, I like the chill types of movies that doesn’t stress me out. I love Marvel but it isn’t my cup of tea because my butt is clenched the whole time watching their movies. I like “The Little Prince” and “School of Rock”. Weird combo, but I like them.

Favorite books?

I don’t read a lot of books but I like teen romances — SHUT UP. I get it. It’s soft and uwu and wow people that love each other. I really like this book called “The Sun is also a star”. I don’t know why I liked it, I just did, okay?

Favorite pass time?

Sleep.

Do you have any regrets?

Jackson style — no.

(yes. but lets not get into it bc my emotional stability cant handle that, yes? okay.)

Dream job?

Somewhere in the film industry. I don’t know where but hopefully somewhere in that genre.

Would you ever like to be married?

Maybe? I don’t know. It seems like too much of a commitment for me. But I would like to have a significant other one day, did I mention I liked teen romances?

Would you like to have kids?

Hell nah. I love kids and kids love me but I don’t wanna put a kids life in my hands. I’m gonna have to feed and and clean their poop. I’m fine with a dog, thank you.

Do you like shopping?

Shopping gives me anxiety. The clerks are watching you, the prices are doubting you, everyone can see what you’re looking at and doing. Not really, I like looking at stuff on the shelf but as soon as the clerk comes asking if I need help, I stiffle a “no” and leave the store.

What countries have you visited?

A lot. Some places in Europe. A bunch of states in the USA. Hong Kong, a bunch of times. Japan, twice. Australia. Canada, thrice. My family likes travelling, seeing stuff and all.

Scariest nightmare you’ve ever had?

One of my biggest fears are pyramids and egyptian stuff. I’m scared of that mummy, cursed shit. Oh no for me. Once I had a dream where I was walking, lost, in a dark pyramid with hieroglyphics all over the walls and tombs and shit. I vaguely remember dragging people with me in the dream too, like they were paralyzed or something and I was the only one unaffected.

Any enemies?

Myself.

Any significant other?

Myself.

Do you believe in miracles?

Not sure, never really thought about it. Yes? I think? I mean Got7 made a song about it so I guess so.

How are you?

I refuse to answer personal questions, thank you.

Tagging only these people because you damn well know I got no friends:

@hyuunwoo, @easybabybird and @soft-hwunjin

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rainbow-hatted1 · 5 years ago

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What Boredom looks like

1. You just opened up a web browser. What is the first site you visit?

https://www.reddit.com/r/interestingasfuck/

Yeah, that’s sort of my jam. Reddit in general but that is my go to.

vv more below if you wanna deep dive. vv

2. You just walked into a bookstore. What section do you go to first?

The local published section. If it’s a good bookshop they usually have one. Usually it’s poetry, or short essay compilations or local history books but I tend to like the offerings and you’re supporting people who don’t have a big platform yet.

Otherwise, comics and fantasy are my next first stops.

3. You are hanging with your closest friends. What are you most likely doing?

Lately, not much of anything. Arguing… not talking… depressing things.

Ideally, though, there’s a good meal. Either we’ve cobbled it together on our own or it’s a decent take out option and video/board games. Quidditch if it’s a nice day. Basically, where we can sit and bullshit and laugh a lot. That’s the best time with my mates.

4. You just turned your car on. What station is the radio tuned to?

The independent/alt/rock station. In spite making pop music myself I don’t listen to it a lot. Which is probably weird.

5. You have just woken up for the morning. What is the first things you do?

Try to go back to sleep.

6. Complete this phrase: You cannot buy happiness, but you can buy____.

Tacos

7. What would you do if you woke up as the opposite gender?

Probably touch my boobs entirely too much. Liz calls them boob checks… well, if they’re quick and random, this would probably be fondling. I am ashamed of this answer but it’s likely what I’d do.

8. Are you more likely to cook for yourself or buy food from a restaurant?

I’m prone to laziness but I actually find cooking relaxing so cook for myself. Saves money too. It’s just a good practice to have in general.

9. If you had to lose one of your senses, which one would you rather lose?

Smell, probably. I enjoy food too much to lose taste. And between sight and hearing, I’d miss not having those senses and touch is just kind of important as a human being.

10. If you could relive any one year of your life, how old would you be?

Dunno

11. Would you take a bullet for anyone you know?

A few someones

12. Would you rather be rich and dumb or poor and extremely intelligent?

Poor and intelligent. Better chances of bettering my situation with that one.

13. What TV character do you most relate to?

Sam Gardner from Atypical.

14. You just walked into a supermarket. What section do you first go to?

Produce. Yeah, you all thought I’d go for the bakery and desserts. Don’t lie.

15. Is sex before marriage wrong?

No. It’s human. So is waiting. It shouldn’t be as polarizing as it is. Sex is part of life and how you want to experience it is entirely up to you.

16. You just won the lottery. What is the first thing you do with your winnings?

Get a lawyer and not tell anyone I won. People get shitty when you have a lot of money. They expect you to make it rain and I wouldn’t. I’d also take the weekly installments. More money overall and you are far less likely to tank yourself with the winnings. Just saying.

17. If your best friend admitted that they have a crush on you, how would you react?

I would be awkward as fuck. Love him, not like that and he has a girlfriend so yeah… it’d be fucked up.

18. Will the USA ever have a female president?

At this point in time: no. Again, this is a polarizing question that shouldn’t be. A woman could run the country I’m not women in charge by that answer. Don’t read into it. I’m merely saying, that with the way the country appears to be currently they will not vote for that. I’m sorry. It’s stupid.

19. You are carpooling with your friends. Are you more likely to be the driver or a passenger?

Passenger. I don’t drive.

20. How short is too short for skirts and dresses?

I’m not ancient or wearing a skirt so I don’t think it matters, but I tend to prefer more modest options on girls.

21. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, without any consequences, what food would you choose?

Pizza.

22. It’s Saturday night. What are you most likely doing?

Sleeping.

23. You go on a blind date. Your date is extremely beautiful and physically captivating, but you hate their personality. Would you want a second date?

No.

24. How strict should gun laws be?

I think Australia had the right reaction to a massacre

25. Would you rather be the worst player on the best team or the best player on the worst team?

Best player on the worst team. Hopefully, they wouldn’t resent me and we could have a good 90’s style underdog story.

26. How well do you work with others?

Not well.

27. You have the ability to cure only one fatal disease and eradicate it forever. What disease do you choose?

I don’t want that power. Either way people are gonna die and wonder why I couldn’t cure all cancer or something else that’s just as bad…and inevitably another disease will surface that’s worse. There will always be disease even if we don’t like it.

28. If you could go back to college and choose a different degree to study, would you?

Well, considering I’m not in college yet I can still change my mind on that one, but I probably wouldn’t. Care of Magical Creatures but I haven’t zoned in on the specific avenue I want to go in that field yet.

29. Where do you see yourself ten years from now?

Er… traveling the countryside looking for magical creatures and documenting them in the wild. It’d be cool if my friends joined once in a while.

30. Are you pro-life or pro-choice?

Pro-choice isn’t anti-life, for fucks sake people.

31. Would you attend a same sex wedding if invited?

Yeah. If my mates fell in love and get married, I’m gonna be at the party regardless of sexes involved.

32. So far, what has been the greatest day of your life?

The first time HM played to a sold out crowd. That was pretty shocking. We’ve done it since and Nik has carried on doing it on his own but that day was scary and humbling and epic.

33. Has anyone you know ever been arrested?

Yeah, wrongly so but they saw what they wanted and went that’s our guy. Luckily, he didn’t get sent away for good.

34. If it could be one season year-round, what season do would you want it to be?

Fall. But like warm fall not close to winter fall. That fall sucks.

35. What is your biggest regret in life?

Saying such shit things about Anna and Charlie’s mum because I was mad at him. We’ve never recovered from it and it was a stupid in the moment blind rage bullshit thing I can’t ever take back.

36. If you could bring one celebrity back from the dead, who would it be?

John Lennon, probably. But the thing is, not everyone is upset their deaths were untimely. That’s more the livings problem than the dead, I’ve come to learn.

37. What offends you the most?

When people assume how I’m feeling. I’m not exactly easy to read, I know that, and I have a hard time wrapping my own head around my thoughts and feelings. So when I am feeling something and someone says I’m feeling another way because my face doesn’t wash with an emotion or my reaction doesn’t match like it allegedly should it’s really upsetting to me and just makes things worse.

38. Would you rather have an ugly hairstyle or be bald?

Do what you want. It’s just hair

39. At what age did you have your first alcoholic beverage?

16. Yeah, I think that’s right.

40. What do you think happens to us when we die?

Ideally, you move on to another plane. Kind of like a multiverse but one for endings. For a bit you can linger between the here as we know it and there but eventually you either stay and become a ghost or a poltergeist (which depends solely on your continued mental state on the matter of your death) but most move on beyond the veil.

41. What do you think is the best way to quit smoking?

I don’t know.

42. If you could take home any one animal from the zoo, which animal would you choose?

A bear of some sort. Polar, Grizzly, Black…. Whatever they’ve got. Not all zoos have the same bears.

43. Were humans created or did we evolve from earlier species?

I’m gonna go out and say something that pisses people off but I don’t see why it can’t be both. Something came out of nothing which is creating, right? The act of creating something is taking elements and making them something or straight up creating an element. What did that, I don’t know. But at one point there was a creation moment. From there everything on this planet has changed and adapted to the situations and surroundings they came into. Life is change, you don’t change you can’t survive. So both. Both sound right to me.

44. What scares you the most?

Losing everyone I care about… and bugs. Fuck bugs

45. What personality trait turns you off the most?

I hate when people play dumb.

46. You got offered a job to do something you hate, but the pay will make you rich. Do you take it?

No.

47. If today you only had what you were thankful for yesterday, how much would you have?

Sadly, not very much probably.

48. How often do you get mad or upset at yourself?

Everyday.

49. If you could choose one celebrity to be your parent, who would you choose?

I’ll keep my parents, thanks but to answer the question: Reign. At least I’d still have family.

50. If you could only listen to one musical artist for the rest of you life, who would you be listening to?

I would probably choose not to listen to music after a bit. I like variety and I’m not always in the mood for an artist of one flavor but the Beatles? At least their breadth of music is pretty wide.

51. Have you ever used you cell phone while driving?

52. Has anyone you were close to die way too young?

Yes.

53. Is world peace possible?

No, I don’t believe it is. It’d be great if it could be. There’s no reason for all this hate but people are always going to clash. We get on for a bit and then boom, it’s done. Peace is an impossibility but we should still strive for it regardless.

54. You go on a blind date. You date is extremely ugly and physically appalling, but you are madly in love with their personality. Would you want a second date?

I don’t know. I want to say yes, be that guy who doesn’t care. Looks really are not everything but ultimately, you should be attracted to your partner. If you aren’t it isn’t likely to work even if their personality is the most beautiful thing in the world.

55. How did you discover that Santa Claus isn’t real?

My little brother told me and I was devastated.

56. Do you believe in God, or some form of higher deity?

I honestly want to but I have a hard time wrapping my mind around how things can be the way they are if a loving god is out there watching us. I think the Futurama episode where Bender gets life on his ass is a great example of how my brain wants to look at it.

And then I read the Bible and get to stories like Zechariah and I’m just left thinking that guy probably had a stroke while praying and the rest is a coincidence.

57. If you could save someone you deeply cared about, but it meant breaking a law, would you do it?

Fuck yes. Without hesitation

58. What is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done for money?

Sold my soul for a sickle once.

59. If you were to make a YouTube video about what you know most about, what would the subject be?

Magical Creatures. I could go on for a very long time about that topic.

60. What do you think is your greatest personality flaw?

I’m rigid. I have a hard time shifting directions when I get going.

61. If your friends spoke to you the way you speak to yourself, would you still want them as friend?

I haven’t got many actual friends so maybe. Better than being alone, I suppose.

62. Have you ever “woke up like this”?

No one has ever “woke up like this”. It’s a lie. It’s always a lie. Even if they look good, that caption shows intent and planning: don’t fall for it.

63. You got offered a job to do something you love, but the pay is one of the worst out there. Do you take it?

If I really fucking love it, yes. But I’m also in a position where I can have a shit paying or no paying job and basically be fine.

64. What do you think is your best physical feature?

My lips?

65. What do you think is your worst physical feature.

My nose is big.

66. Do you know anyone who has committed suicide?

Not suicide no. But I know people who have considered it. Glad they didn’t follow through.

67. What is the nicest thing you’ve ever done for someone you don’t know?

I dunno. I have a habit of giving my bus ticket away if it still has time on it. I know it’s not much but as for random acts of kindness that weren’t really put on display for charities or a fluff news story, that’s the one I’ve got.

68. Have you ever had a night’s dream come true?

No, can’t say that I have.

69. Would you reject a date offer from someone you didn’t like?

yes

70. Which do you think is worse: Failure, or never trying at all?

This is one of those what I say is not really what I do things. I think the second is worse but I often freeze when it comes to choices like this. When I’m by myself: I freeze.

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