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theunstuffedpepper · 3 years ago

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I saw this side-by-side comparison showing how a person’s organs move around to make room for baby and just.. wow. Our bodies are incredible.

I got the Moderna booster on Monday! Aside from a sore arm and a persistent headache, the side effects for me weren’t too bad. I also had some serious fatigue and nausea, but I’m so used to living with those things, I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy or the booster. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I took some Tylenol finally yesterday because that headache was kicking my ass. I typically try to take nothing while I’m pregnant, but it is what it is. I needed it. I also signed off work at 5:01pm knowing I was leaving some things for myself for the next day, but I just couldn’t do it anymore. Such exhaustion.

After falling asleep on the couch yesterday by 8pm, I just gave in to it and was tucked in bed at 8:30. I slept like a damn rock (thank you, pep and b!) and I feel so much more refreshed this morning.

Christmas update (warning - this may get long and ranty!): we had decided on sleeping at my MIL’s house while we’re in NJ over the holiday rather than sleeping at my parents’. We stay at my parents’ house every year and this year has been particularly hard for my MIL, so we thought she could use the company. My mom did not take that well (as expected) when I told her over the phone. Even after we hung up, several hours later, I got a one-word text from her: “Wow.” …really? This doesn’t need to be so dramatic. Needless to say, I didn’t answer.

Two nights ago, I missed a call from my mom and she left a voicemail about Christmas Eve timing. I ended up working til I went to bed, basically, so I didn’t call back. Last night my mom asks me to call her because she’s fretting over Christmas Eve timing, still, for who knows what reason. I call and tell her it doesn’t matter to us. She then also informs me that my brother, his girlfriend, and his girlfriend’s 7yo daughter were uninvited from a big family get-together on Sunday, the day after Christmas. Immediately I knew it was because they’re the only ones not vaccinated and the word “good” popped out of my mouth. Oops. “What did you just say? Good??” …yeah. Again, oops. But I explained that I also am not comfortable with it and if they make the decision (or indecision) to not get vaccinated, they have to also understand that it is going to make some people uncomfortable.

My mom then goes on a rant about my brother and his girlfriend getting COVID in august and according to her google research, antibodies from being infected last 8 months, so he’s “more protected than she is right now!” since she got vaxxed back in March and hasn’t bothered to get boosted. I just cannot with these conversations, y’all. I can’t. My brother is diabetic, and that’s why he says he doesn’t wanna get vaxxed. If anything, that makes him immunocompromised and he had even more reason to get vaxxed before rolling the dice, deciding to just “wait and see”, and then get COVID at a concert. Of course because it wasn’t a severe case it only reinforces his (and my mom’s) ignorance. “It was barely a cold!” I told my mom to tell that to the hundreds of thousands of (sometimes perfectly healthy) people who ended up on ventilators or worse. She must regret asking me to call, huh? 😁

At this point, I’m already so done, guys. Oh, and ALSO. My aunt and cousin are sick with what my mom says is “phlarengitis” - whether she means laryngitis or pharyngitis, I don’t know, and it doesn’t much matter. They’re hosting the family get-together on Sunday so now we have to decide whether to go. Of course we’re leaning heavily toward no, but it’s breaking my heart, because it’s the only time for quite a while that I’ll get to see my grandmother who is visiting from Florida, and might be the only chance for her to meet pep. I also was stoked for my aunt and uncle to meet him, which they haven’t yet. This situation is so, so frustrating and depressing. I could scream.

After all that, I’m trying my darndest to still enjoy pep’s first Christmas as much as we possibly can. I wanna make great memories with him and see him rip into his presents. We’re going to make the best of it.. it just may look different than we had hoped.

I hope you all are dealing with less Christmas/holiday drama than this, although I know this stupid virus affects us all. Today’s my last working day until Tuesday, so time to get to it.

#no reblogs please #momblr #christmas drama #covid rant #booster #122221 #operationkay10

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thequeenb · 4 years ago

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Come Back (part 2)

Poppy x MC

It has been highly requested for me to continue the cheating fic.

Here you can read part 1

I walk around the campus with Chloe and Veronica by my side. Its been three days since Bea left and it feels like eternity. Everyone looks at me weirdly ever since the incident and i honestly can't blame them. Carter never dared to approach me after he read what the T said

"So we are going to go to the veggie restaurant for lunch?" Chloe asks and Veronica shrugs

I didn't realize that they stopped walking, my eyes were fixed at the Anthropology classroom where i used to wait outside for Bea to finish. She always seemed bored as hell but every time she saw me her eyes sparkled, her smile was bright

I stop, running my hand through the door watching Miss Kingsley sitting on her desk. Our eyes lock and for just a moment i feel ashamed, before i remember who i am.

"Can i help you Miss Min-Sinclair?" she politely ask and i hesitate to walk in

Who can help me? The one girl i let inside my heart left and its all my fault. What could she do? Bring her back?

Regardless i walk further looking around the classroom. My gaze falls to Bea's seat, she always sat there so she could easily text me during boring lessons. I chuckle remembering how many photos i sent her just so i could provoke her

Without thinking twice i walk towards that spot sitting down gracefully. Miss Kingsley seems to pick up with me and she comes to sit down next to me

"I know you miss her, we all do but we cant control everyone's decisions, only ours"

Normally i would roll my eyes ignoring every criticism because Queens don't make mistakes but she is right, and it hurts my ego even more

"You read that trashy blog don't you? Everyone did and now they hate me even more" i sit back thinking how Bea used to sit right here, being happy..free

"I try to avoid it but Bea told me that she won't attend my classes for the rest of the semester" she takes a deep breath

"She seemed sad, that means what she felt was real enough to break her when you--"

"Don't even say it" i try not to tear up but i cant. The images of Carter grabbing my face and kissing me cant escape my mind and i let the pain take over

"So Pops, Bea Hughes huh?" Carter said approaching me. He asked to meet behind the field but i ignored the red flags, he said it was important

"Is that why you asked me to meet up? So we could analyze my relationship? Maybe we can have a sleepover like besties do" i roll my eyes ready to storm off but he grabs my hand pulling me against him

"Don't run before you can walk Pops, after all we don't want Bea to know about our negotiation" his hand was stroking my hair but i went stiff not knowing how to react.

When we were a couple it was bearable but now all i want to do is scream. We got together for the fame, for my reputation. Because he was the football captain, its funny isnt it?

"Get your hands off of me Carter" i manage to say but he just smirks

"You know i can get her expelled with one phone call" his laughter echoed and my heart stopped beating

I didn't realize how close he was until he leaned in capturing my lips. A bright flash hit my eyelids. I gasp in surprise pulling him immediately away

"You are so disgusting" i storm off not wanting him to see my vulnerability. Tears ran down my face but back then i didn't think much of it but now i know that was his plan.

I come back to painful reality. Miss Kingsley holds my hand and i feel tears run down my face. Fuck don't show how weak you actually are

"She went back to Farmsville, you still have time" she gave me a faint smile and i throw my arms around her

"Thank you" i whisper in her ear while she pat my back not knowing how to react. I pull away adjusting my clothes, ready to pack my bags

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"I can't believe you are back! I am so glad" And here she is, my childhood best friend wrapped her arms around me suffocating me in her hug

"Wow there, you will kill me" i laugh embracing her tightly. After everything i have been through seeing Charlie is like a dream come true

She pulls away, her smile never fading away and it warms my heart. She always knew when i was upset but never said a thing, she tried to bring my mood back in her own way

"Come on! The dinner awaits for us" i link out hands together walking down the road of Farmsville. I missed the fresh air, the people who knew me since i was little

Here you don't have to fight for respect because its something you deserve regardless. No ranks, no drama, no sassy students. Just me, nature and my best friend

We finally arrive at the dinner and we sit down to the booth we always do. I sink to my seat and oh god, i missed this place

"So tell me everything, we didn't had a lot of time to talk" Charlie says excitedly, thinking i will tell her my happy adventures but my mind keeps drifting to Poppy

I brush these thoughts away smiling "This is going to be a long ride"

We enjoyed our food chatting about the T, the professor, my plan to take Poppy down, how amazing Zoe is and how extra mean people used to be when i first went there

"Oh wow, they really have a blog to embarrass students?" Of course she is shocked, so was i and honestly every logical human would. But the students of Belvoire created a world of their own

"You have no idea, they made fun of everything i did" i roll my eyes but then laugh "soon enough they ate from my palm, silly rich kids"

"I am glad you came back, it sounds toxic" oh Charlie you have no idea

I gaze at the window remembering how much i wanted to take Poppy here. She always laughed at the thought but i know deep down she would like nothing more. I wanted us to walk down the empty streets, take her to my parents farm and watch the sunset, do everything she didn't let herself do

Charlie seem to notice my distant stare and pats my hand "Hey what's wrong? I knew something happened, your social media was filled with happy moments"

I don't dare to look at her because she knows me too well at this point

"What made you decide to leave?" she places her hand on my shoulders pulling me into a side hug

"Remember the mean girl i told you about? We were dating" i exhale heavily, my mind racing with that damn image of her and Carter making out

I fill her in with the details, sometimes i smile missing our happy moments. But then i show her the image and my tears threaten to escape. How could she do this to me? After everything that we had been through

"Oh sweetheart i am so sorry" she says hugging me tightly. This time i let her hold me closer.

I grip at her shirt as one simple tear turned into body wrecking sobs. Poppy's voice message still plays in my mind over and over again. She said she loves me but her actions show that she hates me. My heart breaks once more, knowing well that i will never see her perfect smile again, hear her surprisingly cute laugh

"Let it all out, i am here for you" Charlie pats my back, running slow circles with her palm. That always calms me and she knows, because ever since we were kids whenever i was in pain she was always there.

A part of me regrets leaving Belvoire but most of all i am glad i returned to a land where people are real and genuine, away from cruelty and drama..away from Poppy

I pull away wiping my eyes but before i could even pull myself together i watch a black limousine stop right outside of the dinner. Everyone looks stunned because hello? This is a small town which celebrity would visit?

"Oh my god i am sorry Bea but if this is Lady Gaga you have to take a picture of me" Charlie stands up and i roll my eyes

Some people came out of their stores wondering who this might be. We step out forming a circle on the sidewalk waiting for the mysterious rich person to reveal themselves

"This is stupid let's just go" i try to pull Charlie away but she is so stubborn, typical

Everyone whisper questioning the same thing, who the hell would be so rich and know where Farmsville even is. I sign impatiently

That until a man gets out of the car and everyone stops talking. The man walks around the car carefully opening the door. All eyes are on the limousine waiting for the person to come out

The first thing i see is a pair of red heels and then oh my god you have to be kidding me. My breath stops, everyone around me fades and my gaze is focused on her, am i dreaming?

"Bea?" Her sweet tone destroy my inside and i froze. What the hell is she doing here? How does she know where i am? I swear if Zoe told her i will kill her but oh wait she is approaching

"We need to talk"

My knees feel weak and i stop breathing for a second. I need time to comprehend that Poppy Min-Sinclair is in my town, here with me. Oh boy what did i get myself into

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gotmilk5101520 · 4 years ago

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Miraculous Ladybug Rewatch Episode 70 Ikari Gozen

So what’s everyone’s blood type?

I’m still disappointed in this fandom for the lack of Mireille x Aurore content. The perfect rivals to friends to girlfriends.

”Once home of royalty, now home of art. The Louvre museum! Aha, victory!” “Alix, that’s your home” “I know”

Uh Juleka? Where you going?

“You know, Mother, Adrien Agreste is participating in this… game”

“Gabriel Agreste has many admirable qualities, but this only goes to prove that even he is flawed by being too permissive with his son”

“In some ways, he is more blind than I am. I mean look at Paris the reason it’s like this is because he wants his wife back”

“Kagami? My new friend?”

“No way! She's brilliant, strong, cute, beautiful, knows how to use a sword, and makes girls like me realize their not straight”

“Nope. Nu-uh. Not doin' it! Uh-uh!”

“She's so weird. It’s really cute”

“Kagami! Woah! This must be fate! I mean, what were the odds of you and I being paired up? One in ten million at least. Right? So awesome”

“You didn't look too happy about being my secret friend, though. I saw you turn around and walk away just now” Exposed.

“Hey girl! I sure hope your partner's as cool as mine; meet Wayhem. Though for some reason he keeps saying “Kill Every Last One Of Them!”“

“Do you prefer to be called by your whole name, or a nickname?”

“Thank you, Marinette. Uh– Your hair is… very shiny”

“What is your blood type?”

Is this how we make friends?

“Everyone in Japan knows their blood type, it tells you who you are. Mine is O, which means I'm independent, optimistic, strong-willed and intuitive” Yeah i don’t know my own blood type.

“What's your favorite season?”

“Summer, cause it's nice and hot”

“Or spring, cause that's when nature awakens”

“Or maybe the fall; the colors are so gorgeous that time of the year”

“But then again; winter inspires me so much”

“You're indecisive, scatterbrained, irresponsible, you have a split personality: typical AB”

Exposed again.

“Let's say you found out about some special chocolate ice cream; you really want to try it, but someone else gets there first”

“Do you, A, steal it from them? B, get another type of chocolate ice cream, even if it's not as good? Or, C, never eat chocolate ice cream ever again?”

I’ll take B cause never eat chocolate ice cream again? I will die.

“You've done a great job fishing”

*Laughs in Spiderverse*

“She placed her trust in you when she gave you her phone. And you didn’t have to steal it”

“Huh–? Zero messages except the ones from the contest”

“And there's only one number in her list of contacts: her mom's”

“She doesn't even have Adrien's number?” *Cries in Japanese*

“Oh no! She's got my phone. If she sneaks a peak, she'll see the messages Alya and I were sending each other”

“Do all humans really sneak through other people's things?” Umm... Maybe?

Happy Kagami.

Sad Kagami.

“How tragic it is to feel unloved. Alone, deprived of friendship” Adrien says hi.

“I'm a friend of Kagami's, I'm right here with her. I'll put her on the phone”

“Kagami doesn't have any friends. Why do you have her phone?” Adrien says hi again.

“Oh I can assure you, ma'am, I am a friend of Kagami's. We've been teamed up together for a game”

“A game?! But I forbade her to!”

“A game? Did I say game? Oh no, I meant a grab… to grab– I invited Kagami over to grab some orange juice with me”

“She'll be back home soon, I promise” *Cries in Japanese again*

“Ikari Gozen, I am Hawkmoth”

“Ma'am, please don't punish your daughter. Ma'am? Hello?” “Gabriel what the fuck do want now?!” “Did she just say Gabriel Agreste?”

“I actually think you might wanna hide someplace where she won't find you” “What did you do?”

“Oh god I've seen Attack on Titan”

Yeah no one saw that.

“Well hopefully that won’t lead to a really cringy episode”

“We're coming, Kagami”

“Kagami?” He sounds so concern.

“You really think it's time to invite me to the cinema?“

“Sorry, kitty, only got one ticket, I'll come back soon” *Screams in Ladynoir*

“I had to find a cover now that Hawkmoth knows my identity” The confusion the fandom had cause this episode aired before Feast because season 3 airing was a mess.

*Screams in Dragon*

“Greetings, young lady and good day to you. Fear not, I am Longg, the Dragon Kwami”

“You're a what?” “A Kwa-mi” “ “So you’re a genie of the lamp?”

“Allow me to tell you about the many feats a magic being like myself will help you accomplish once the magic words have been spoken”

“Ladybug has hopes that you will defeat Ikari Gozen with panache”

“Using the element of your choosing Wind, water or lightning”

“But firstly, let me tell you about her plan”

“Lonng, Dragon Up!”

“Wait! No! Not yet!” Just like Adrien.

She dabs.

“Nice to meet you, Chat Noir. I am Ryuko”

“Wait as in Ryuko Matoi?”

“What are you doing? This wasn't the plan”

“What plan?” “Ah, you just transformed before letting your Kwami finish explaining. I made that mistake too”

“No, stay behind with Chat Noir. This is a personal matter between a mother and a daughter” “Oh my god! This is the final battle of Kill la Kill!” “If you compare this to Kill la Kill one more time, I'll Lightning Dragon your ass right now”

“No! I’ve been eaten by the titan!”

“Hold your breath. Aim at the bokken”

“Wow, you're a fast learner”

“I have good teachers” “Like me?” “No”

“Ugh! I haven’t felt this much pain since Kagami was born” Okay, I'll leave.

“What's happened to me? Where is Kagami?”

“Your daughter is nearby, ma'am. She'll be here soon” “Kagami i know that’s you! I’m blind, not deaf!” “Well this is awkward, right my lady?” “Yeah” “Adrien what are you doing here? And you’re that girl who had Kagami’s phone!” “Well this got even more awkward”

“I understand that you want to make friends, but friendships can prove disappointing sometimes” Tomoe, who hurt you?

“Now I understand why Adrien considers you a good friend. Though I'm still convinced that i killed a lot of his brain cells when i was akumatized the first time”

“By the way, I've been thinking about this blood type thing. Isn't that a bit like the Zodiac thing? What's your sign?” “Dragon” “No way! I'm snake” And I'm a pig.

New Hero: Ryuko. Identity Kagami Tsurugi. Power: Elements.

Gotta get back, back to the future.

#miraculous ladybug #milk rewatches miraculous ladybug

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illuma-can-you-not-i · 5 years ago

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Every time Sojiro Sakura was the entire Phantom Thieves' Dad: Makoto

The jukebox in the cafe has been broken for ages, ever since Futaba took it apart and realized that she didn't know how to put it together. But that was ages ago. So why was Sojiro hearing music coming from the cafe now?

"I think I got it.", a familiar voice rang from the cafe, right before the music died off again. "Oh.", Futaba groaned in frustration. "I wouldn't bother. I've had plans of getting rid of that old thing for ages. Takes up too much space.", the man warned as he opened the door, walking in to find his foster daughter in the middle of a circle of tools and Makoto Nijima sitting patiently at a booth. "Sorry I couldn't help.", his daughter apologized, sounding disappointed in herself. "It's fine, the sentiment was enough.", she tries to reassure as the girl sulked home.

"But, if you're getting rid of it then...", the student trailed off, flicking through the old tapes before finding something that satisfied her. "Can I keep these?", Nijima shyly asked, picking up a couple of vinyl records. "Yeah. Go ahead. Better than leaving them in there and collecting dust.", Sojiro responded, getting the shop prepped for the day.

Makoto reclaimed her seat as she started reading some of the song names off of the cassette tape. The Nijimi's were a very musical family. A lot of them were songs she remembered during her childhood. "Recognize some of those songs?", the man asked with a lighthearted tone, noting the fond look in Makoto's eye. She gave a soft smile. "Yeah. My father raised me on them growing up. We would rather sit on the couch and listen to music while talking than watch TV." "I was raised on Seiko Matsuda, Minako Honda, Yoshie Kashiwabara, Momoe, SMAP, and Shinji Tanimura." "Wow, all the classics, huh?", the man remarked, causing the student to huff a faint chuckle. "My childhood lullaby was Subura. Even now, I can't go through the first minute of listening to it before I start to doze off."

"He seems like a great man.", Sojiro commented, getting an affirmed nod. "He was. He always did so much for us, and never asked for anything in return, except that we study hard to go far in life and be fair to everyone we meet."

A silence drew in the building, with the only constant sound being the ticking of the clock. The girl took a heavy sigh as she let her mind wander. "It's... just hard sometimes, you know? It's been years, and there are still times where I can't do, hear, feel certain things without getting emotional. I've sworn off blue-raspberry shaved ice because it'll make me remember the time we went to the beach on my last summer before middle school and he got it for us because I found a little sand crab by the tide and I wanted to take it home as a pet and I named him Sheldon and my Dad had to tell me that the crab was dead and I wasn't happy about that so he bought us Shaved Ice to cheer me up.

I don't think I'll be able to own a brown leather anything just because touching the material brings back memories of his old jacket or a wallet that my sister and I got him for Christmas one year.", she remembered, mind drifting to one time when she was hanging out with Ann and Haru, absolutely refusing to walk into a certain store that specialized in leather engravings, more willing to sit outside and wait than step in. Thankfully, they were willing to walk right past it.

"And then, there are times where I become an absolute wreck for no reason at all. I could just be going about my day, and then all of a sudden, I have to suppress the urge to have an emotional breakdown in the middle of the school hallway." That...was a rough day to get through. She remembered going to bed early that night.

Sojiro chuckled, though without any humor. "I hear ya. Things were pretty rough when I lost my own folks." Nijima's head lifted up, staring at him with attentiveness. She didn't ask the question out loud, but Sakura had gotten the message. "They had done their job. I was well, off in college, setting myself up for a good job. They took good care of me. It was just time for them to punch out.", he described solemnly, eyes shut as he recalled their faces. Their voices. Their funeral. "Still pretty rough for a kid who was fresh in the world.", the man finished, before shaking away the memories. "But hey, what can you do." he shrugged off, deciding to move on.

"What did you do? When times got really rough?", she slowly asked with curiosity, gaze fixated on the dark brown wood of the counter. "What did it take to stop hurting?" Sojiro stopped for a second, trying to un-blur his college memories. "Honestly? Time. A lot of it is just... going to take time. And even then, there's the occasional ache where you wish you could just call them and ask what to do. That happened a lot when I became a father.

I can't tell you what the best thing to do during grief is, but I certainly can tell you the worst. And that is trying to run away from the grief. Suppressing it, ignoring it, using things that will hurt you later to make these completely normal feelings go away. Because it won't work; take it from an old man who tried.", Sojiro advised, closing his eyes as he recalled his own poor choices. "I understand." The Third-Year Student shyly muttered with a nod. "Still. I believe in the old saying about people not being dead as long as they're in your memory if that helps any."

"It certainly does.", Makoto responded, now far more relaxed than when she first left that morning. She stared at the window as the morning sunrise began to shine through the cafe window.

"You alright?", he asked, placing a fresh cup of coffee in front of her. "...I will be.", she muttered, bringing her thoughts back to reality. "Thank you again, Boss. Sorry for making Futaba wake up so early. I don't know why, but this was the first place I thought about going to as a place to calm down.", she admitted, holding the cup in her hand. "From what?", he asked, slightly tilting his head. "...A...bad dream.", Nijima described in the simplest terms possible. Feeling like you were suffocating in a deafening silence after a heavily realistic dream in your own home is a pretty hard feeling to describe, after all.

She gave a heavy sigh as Sojiro moved to turn on the TV. It was on the news, talking about the Phantom Thieves. Because what else would they talk about.

They listened to the report before Makoto spoke up again. "You know? One of the few lessons that he got to teach me was that justice was a concept. An idea that could take many forms. But the one thing that could determine whether justice was the one in the form was how it treated those that were in need.", she gave a soft smile as she stared off in thought. "Sometimes, I wonder what he would think of me now."

Sojiro crossed his arms as he thought of a response. "Well, if he was anything like what you've described to me, I'd say he'd be...proud. Of how far you've come, of the difference you've been making, of the woman you've grown into. He'd be proud of both of you." The young woman looked away from the TV to him. Her eyes were widened in surprise; she wasn't expecting that answer. "You think?", she asked, voice higher than normal. She sounded younger, hopeful. As if her innocence hadn't completely been thrown in the gutter.

"I know.", he reaffirmed, completely serious in his response.

She paused for a moment, beginning to doubt herself again. "What makes you say that?", she asked, looking up at the man, who simply smiled. "Because I certainly am." His remark took her by surprise again, making her start to beam with a bit of pride. Makoto took a long sip from her cup, using it to hide her shy smile.

"Hey.", the man spoke up to get her attention. She set the cup down, looking indecisive for a moment. "I mean it.", Sojiro reassured, before realizing that wasn't what she was indecisive about.

Makoto got up and hugged the man tightly, much to his surprise. She was always the reserved one when it came to stuff like this. Still, he returned the embrace, rubbing her back as he felt his shirt slightly wet from her tears.

"Come to me if you need anything, alright?", he suggested. Rather than respond, she tightened the hug, burying her face against his chest. He exhaled a deep breath, continuing to hold her until her breaths evened out. "Thank you.", she whispered, slowing her breaths.

Eventually, the two broke apart; Makoto seemed more content than she was before. For that, Sojiro was grateful. Anything he could do to help would be worth it. He helped her wipe the rest of her tears and gave another hug before Nijima decided to leave. Sae was probably awake and panicking at this point.

"Give Sae-san my regards.", he called as a farewell with a small wave. "Certainly.", she called back, pushing open the door to reveal a sunrise illuminating the skyscrapers of their city. Not far away, she heard the familiar notes of Subaru start from a radio. She could hear her father's voice sing along, even now.

Time to start a new day.

#makoto niijima #persona 5 #sojiro sakura #fatherdaughter #coffee dad #childhoodmemories #music #i learned a lot about Japanese 80s music #there are some good bangers in there #sae niijima #grief #griefrecovery

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forkanna · 5 years ago

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WARNING: Mildly NSFW. (And Happy New Year!)

CHAPTER SEVEN

"O-oh…" Blanching yet more, Roxanne rubbed the back of her neck. "You weren't, um, supposed to see any of that. My friend helps me with modding and camera set up and stuff sometimes. We just had a disagreement."

'About me? I can go.' Friend, huh? She was taken. Of course she was; a girl this gorgeous wouldn't be single for long unless it was by choice.

"Wait, wait, you…" She sighed. "He left. You're fine, it doesn't matter. But you might wanna find some other girl to watch, I doubt it's much fun to watch me cry."

Elsa bit her lip, considering her response. How could she cheer this poor girl up? Deciding to just go for it, she told her, 'I would watch you cry into a pint of Ben and Jerry's for hours. Don't worry about that.'

"Right," she half-laughed, half-sobbed. "Th-that's entertainment." They were both quiet for a moment. Elsa started to type something when the girl whispered, "I'm sorry. He normally doesn't… get jealous. But…"

'But what?'

"You and me were talking like friends. He could tell I wasn't hamming it up and trying to get you to empty your wallet like I normally do. But isn't that stupid?" she burst out with a huge shrug. "I mean, you already paid! Duh! So if you wanted to just hang out, why's it matter?"

That one was easy. 'Because he knows those guys you ham it up for aren't a threat to your relationship. I might be.'

"Oh really?" she asked with a slight smile. "Gonna sweep me off my feet?"

'I would love to.'

'But I meant that he must be insecure about it if he got this upset over nothing.'

Though Roxanne had still been smiling at the first message, she deflated at the second. "Right. Overprotective boyfriend… it's a cliche for a reason, I guess." She squirmed, indecisive. "You know… it's not… real likely that I'm gonna date someone I met this way, don't you?"

Elsa could see the conflict in her shimmering teal eyes. She still wanted her money, but couldn't bring herself to lie to get it. Didn't lead her on. 'I know.'

"Then why… are you being so nice? Like, it's literally my job to be a slutty tease."

'I know that too. C'mon I wasn't born yesterday.'

"Good, cuz this site has age restrictions." They both laughed, even if only one of them could hear the other. "Thanks, though. You sure you don't want to see? I mean, I've been told I have a perfect pussy. Perfect ass, too, if that's what you're into."

Trying not to overheat at just those things being mentioned, she typed, 'Do you mean ass or ass hole? Because I can clearly see you have the first one.'

"Awww, thanks, Mountie," she laughed.

'But I don't even know what the second one means. Aren't those all kind of the same?'

"You would think so," she began conversationally. "Like, I've seen some pretty narsty ones in the business. Then there's ones you can tell have just literally been fucked a million times; like, I dunno how to describe it, but like, wow. And some girls bleach them and all that."

Making a face, she typed, 'So I've heard. No thank you.' Then she thought a moment before adding, 'On you OR me.'

Grinning from ear to ear, she laughed, "I appreciate you looking out for my anal health, man." Elsa snorted. "But I could still show you my perfect ass if you want a demonstration? Like, just so you know what one looks like."

'You're going to show me your ass… as an example? Like so I can compare all asses to yours in the future?'

"Sure! I mean, I'll have to end VIP time after this; we're already way past how long you paid for. But fuck it."

This was a difficult call. She wanted to end the session without badgering Roxanne into showing her anything… but she wasn't. This was an offer, which was quite different. Besides, as she said, they had to end the session soon anyway. Maybe it was kinder to let this happen and enjoy the show.

'You're on. But only if you feel comfortable.'

Even before the girl responded, she knew she had said something stupid. Roxanne laughed and shook her head. "This is my job, remember? Who's uncomfortable?!"

And then she began to turn on the bed. Poor Elsa already felt her pulse skyrocketing upward as she saw those gorgeous, firm cheeks come into view. This had been a mistake. Why did she agree to this? Why didn't she just tell Roxanne it was fine and they could do it some other time? Or that she didn't want to?

Because she did want to see more. She just didn't want to be sleazy; she wanted to earn the chance to be with her. Silly since that was obviously not in the cards.

"Haaaappy New Yeeeeeeaaar," she cooed as she tugged one very specific area aside.

It was perfect. Even though Elsa had mostly thought she was joking, she couldn't deny that tiny little pink asterisk did bring that very word to mind; she couldn't imagine another one more perfect than this one. Whether or not she found that attractive was another matter, but she would have to decide that later.

"Hey - take a screenshot. Go on. Might as well for later, right?" Then she giggled. "What am I saying? You probably know this stuff."

'You're sure?' Meanwhile, Elsa was trying to remember if she even knew HOW to take a screenshot on a laptop. Phones were easy.

"Yeah, man! My butt's all yours, you paid, like… go for it! Not like my face is even in the shot, anyway."

A fair point. Right then, she saw the "Prt Sc" key and remembered that was its purpose. Or so she hoped. She hit it and then typed, 'Got it. Thank you so much, even if I'm not sure how I feel about it.'

"All good. And hey, next time, if you still want there to be one…" She teased a finger over her cloth-shouded crotch - before sitting down and turning to grin at her. "Sorry. I'm not trying to upsell you, just get you more comfortable and stuff. You've been so cool today."

'You're cool every day. I'll see you soon.'

"Bye, Mountie!"

And then Elsa closed the browser, set her laptop aside… and went straight into the shower. For another thirty minutes.

To Be Continued…

#Very Important Person #forkanna writes #elsanna fanfiction #elsanna #camgirl!au #jess the writer

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goddessofthundathighs · 5 years ago

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INTERLUDE II: FREEDOM

Suggested Listenings/ Songs Mentioned: Luvin U x 6LACK;

Free x 6LACK; River of Tears x Alessia Cara

Prompts Included: “You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?” & “Delete it. Now.” submitted by @princessstevens & Anon

4 years, 5 months, 19 days, and 12 hours had passed since the last time I saw her face and even now, she was still as beautiful as I remembered. Her hair was pulled back into long passion twists that stopped just above the waistline of the distressed denim jeans. The crisp white hightop Chuck Taylors matched the cropped top that she wore and orange Cateye frames decorated her face. She was regal and after all this time, she still took my breath away.

“Long time no see,” she finally spoke after a beat, regarding me with the smile that used to make my knees weak. I kept my face neutral, not wanting to give my wayward emotions away.

“Why are you here?”

“I missed you.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m serious, Skylar. I never stopped thinking about you, and the fact that your face is on nearly every billboard in LA doesn’t exactly make it easy to avoid you.”

“You’re an actress and I've been avoiding you just fine, Monica.” I know that cut deep, but at the moment, I didn’t give a fuck. She had no right to be in my shop attempting to profess any type of feelings for me. We had long since ended our proverbial song and dance.

“So you have no words for me? No questions as to where I went or why I did what I did?”

“Monica, it’s been 4 years since the last time we spoke. As always, you got me all excited, talking about marriage, kids, and all that other shit, but then once your parents and family began shunning you for being happy with a woman, you changed. You projected your trauma and pain onto me as though I was the problem. Like I conned my way between your legs and forced you to want a life with me. It’s been the same song and dance between us since college. So forgive me if I don’t welcome you with open arms whenever the wind decides to blow you into my life. I’m not some toy that you can pick up and play with, then put back on the shelf when you feel like you don’t wanna be gay anymore. Your gay has seasons, mine doesn’t. This is me, 24/7 and I’ll be damned if I let you pull me into your pit of indecision and self-pity. I wasted 7 years of my life doing that, I’m good.”

“I think you should leave.” I was so busy fussing that I hadn’t even noticed O’Shea walk back in. Monica stood frozen, obviously taken aback by my speech, but it needed to be said. She took a step closer, regarding me carefully as her hands moved to touch my face. I moved my face and looked towards the exit.

“I’ll always love you,” she whispered softly as she turned to walk out of the shop.

“You good?”

“I’m fine, Shea.” I was lying and she knew it, but she just let me go, figuring a needed to be alone. I walked back to my office and called the one person I knew could make me feel better after seeing her.

“Nola Green Flowers, this is Ruben. How can I help you?”

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O’Shea had a way of catching me off guard with her questions. For the last week, I have been actively avoiding both her and Erik, knowing they both wanted to check in with me and my mental state. I mean, I know that they were just looking out for me, but I really hadn’t been in the mood to discuss anything. I wanted things to go back to the way they were before she barged into my shop.

“Sky?”

“Huh?”

“You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?” The short answer: everything.

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, we don’t have to.”

“Nah, you’re fine. I need to. Monica and I met back in 2007. It was my senior year of undergrad and I was in the process of completing all of my exit requirements. She was a cheerleader with the prettiest smile and her skin was immaculate. Like no matter the time of day, she glowed. She was beauty in its rawest form and I was stuck. She was the first girl I had ever looked at and was like ‘wow, she’s beautiful.’”

“So she was your first girlfriend?”

“Yes. She was the first person, besides Erik that I found homeostasis with. We vibed and connected on a level that I hadn’t seen aside from my fathers.”

“So what happened?”

“In short, she wasn’t feeling it. We dated consistently for about 3 years until everything went downhill.”

“SKYYYLARRRRR!”

That sound never stopped being sexy to me. The way my name spilled from Monica’s lips as I licked and sucked her to oblivion was all the motivation I needed to make sure she’d sleep peacefully through the night as I worked on my dissertation.

“Come on Babygirl. I know you ain’t tired, I’m just getting started,” I teased as I rolled my tongue against her clit before slipping it into her entrance. She loved when I tongue-fucked her. I could always feel her essence pool up on my tongue before sliding down my throat, and I’d drink it all while staring into her eyes.

“Baby, I’m about to cum!” Bingo. I replaced my tongue with my fingers and slid up her body to place long, wet kisses down her neck and chest. One swipe of my thumb across her clit and she was squirting, soaking my fingers and sheets with that sweet nectar that had me addicted to her. I kissed her softly, massaging her legs and thighs to work the feeling back into them as I was sure they were numb. She hummed peacefully, thoroughly sated and drowsy from our session.

“I often caught myself watching her in awe, wondering how I got so lucky to be in the presence of someone so authentic. Though I was a fairly good person, I sometimes felt as though I didn’t deserve her.”

“I don’t think I wanna do this anymore..” My heart stopped as I looked into her eyes.

“It was fun while it lasted, but this lifestyle isn’t for me.”

“I wanted to yell. Fuss about her wasting my time for the last 3 years, getting my hopes up with talks of the future and children, but I let just let her go.”

“What did your dads say?”

“Papa Simon was crushed because he hated to see me cry, but Papa Ruben was like Erik. They both said that something felt off about her, but they kept quiet because they saw how happy I was. After we broke up, I drowned myself in my research. I made it so that I didn’t have time to nurture a relationship and therefore get my heart broken again. Then like clockwork, she’d pop back up every year or two, get back in my head, and drop me like a bad habit. It got to the point where I wouldn’t tell anyone she was back because I wasn’t sure how long she’d stay. Things finally ended in 2015. After 3 years of consistent dating followed by another 4 of on and off again flings, I was done. I couldn’t keep setting myself up for failure no matter how much I loved her.”

“How did you cope with her being gone?” “Erik. Sometimes I would call him to vent and he’d take me shopping or out for ice cream to take my mind off her.”

“Not to change the subject, but when was the last time you guys had sex?” The question was calm like she was merely asking about the weather. “I know it’s blunt, but it’s been weighing on my mind for a while.”

“Before Monica, I had never had sex with a woman so, at the time, sex with Erik was all I knew. It was convenient and it was great. After her, I knew no man could ever touch me or make me feel that way again. We had sex for the first time since college four years ago and that was when I knew that being with a man wasn’t for me.”

“So y’all haven’t had any type of sexual encounters in four years?” I shook my head no.

“So then why does he—”

“He likes to get you riled up. You’re the first girl that understands and accepts our relationship. Everyone else always says that there’s no way that we can continue to be platonic given our history.”

“There’s nothing to misunderstand about the two of you. It’s very clear that you guys have a bond that isn't inherently sexual and or romantic in nature. At least not between you.”

“I think so too, but everyone has their own opinions. I remember his last girl, Lynda. She always thought that there was more to our relationship and that I was trying to steal him away from her. In actuality, I was trying to save her life, but that’s neither here nor there.”

“Save her life?! Oh goodness. What she do?”

“Long story.”

“Bitch I got time.”

“Well…”

The sound of the phone ringing interrupted our story time and impromptu bonding.

“Dr. Green? It’s Oya. Could we meet in person? I’d like to discuss the toys you recommended.”

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I’m going down, and you have watched me drown // In a river of tears, lost beneath the stream

Under the waves I’ve found the strength to say // the river of tears has washed me clean

Alessia Cara has a way of singing my soul. I sat at my desk, nursing a bottle of Hennessy as my text thread stared back at me. My mind had typed and retyped the message, yet nothing seemed to thoroughly convey everything I was feeling. I sighed, chugging the rest of the bottle before letting my fingers dance against the keys.

All I ever asked of you was honesty. We have both always been super busy individuals so time wasn’t an issue, but I needed you to be your true self and I see now that you struggle with that. No matter how much I love and care for you, I can no longer allow you to make my heart your home whenever it’s convenient for you. I need someone that will shout their love for me to the heavens all the time, not just in the bedroom. I need someone that’s as raw and authentic with me as I am with them. So consider this my goodbye, I hope life treats you well.

I watched the grey bubbles appear before a reply came through. To my surprise, I had just poured my heart out to the wrong person and his response was simple.

That was beautiful. Delete it. Now.”

Of course I’d accidentally sent the message to Erik and as usual, he was right. She didn’t deserve my tears or an explanation of my feelings. I pushed myself up from my desk and wiped my tears as I walked upstairs to my bathroom. After a long, hot soak in the tub followed by my other Self-Care Sunday rituals, I changed my sheets and crawled into bed, vowing that tonight would be the last night that I cried for Monica Sanders.

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florenceisfalling · 5 years ago

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9 and 20 for the adorable asks!

9. what’s your aesthetic?

bro i’m too indecisive to just pick one! i think i’d say the biggest thing is really weird stuff?? cryptid things?? mothman vibes?? lots of forest green?? lots of contradictory combos (such as combining cheery things like arcades and soft colors and pretty dresses with spooks and sarcasm)?? lots of cursing and idiocy?? danger??

i think some of my favorite things in the world are,, hm,,, antlers and patches and combat boots and fiddles and arcade games and abandoned malls and old timey songs and daisies and stupid fingerless gloves and passive aggression

and you’ve seen my cursed sideblog so i feel like you’ve gathered my favorite kind of ~aesthetic~ pictures from that skfdjf

so take from that what you will

20. do you fall in love easily?

surprisingly not! i’ve known people for years and years before i started to like them. very rarely am i like “wOW i am IN LOVE WITH YOU after knowing you for tWO WEEKS” but it happens sometimes :0

i do get super platonically attached to people really easy though!

like man. i will know someone for five seconds and immediately my brain will go “this guy is AWESOME when are we gonna see him again?? huh?? HUH?? i GOTTA know!!!!!!1!!!” so that’s a thing!

thank u for asking!!

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crinkliedfries · 5 years ago

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for the musicals ask thing: hamilton -🐸

this is probably going to get long so i’ll put it under the cut

Funniest lyrics:

honestly. for some reason all of aaron burr, sir, gets me, but. specifically:

-“Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir? / That depends, who’s asking? / Oh well sure, sir, / I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir, I have been looking for you / I’m getting nervous / Sir… I heard your name at Princeton, I was seeking an accelerated course of study when i got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours I may have punched him, it’s a blur, sir, he handles the financials? / You punched the bursar. / Yes!”

-“He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid,”

-The whole. introductions of laurens, mulligan, and lafayette (i almost spelled it lafayeet help)

-”Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree”

-”‘Onarchy? How you say, how you say, ‘anarchy?”

-”To socially advance, instead of sewing some pants!”

-“Burr, check what we got/Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot/I think your pants look hot/Laurens, I like you a lot”

-“Burr, you disgust me./Ah, so you’ve discussed me, I’m a trust fund baby you can trust me”

-All of Farmer Refuted gets me every time

-Same for all of King George’s songs

-“Yo… let’s steal their cannons!”

-”Your excellency, sir!” “Who are you?” “Aaron Burr, Sir?/Permission to state my case?” “As you were” “Sir/I was a captain under General Montgomery/Until he caught a bullet in the neck in Quebec/And well, in summary/I think that I could be of some assistance/I admire how you keep firing on the British/From a distance” “Huh” “I have some questions, a couple of suggestions on how to fight instead of fleeing west” “Yes?” “Well—” “Your excellency, you wanted to see me?” “Hamilton, come in, have you met Burr?” “Yes, sir” “We keep meeting” “As I was saying, sir, I look forward to seeing your strategy play out” “Burr?” “Sir?” “Close the door on your way out”

-”To be their secretary? I don’t think so.” “Now why are you upset?” “I’m not.”

-”Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother…”

-”Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after him!”

-”You are the worst, Burr.”

-The comparison between Hamilton and love/death/life in Wait For It (i understand that it’s not. Actually funny but,,, out of context it’s just. “ah yes, the four uncontrollable things in life: life, love, death… and hamilton.”)

-”LEE DO YOU YIELD” “YOU SHOT HIM IN THE SIDE, YES HE YIELDS”

-Non-Stop. A lot of it is funny

-What’d I Miss

-The Cabinet Battles

-Hamilton refusing to say M*cbeth and then saying it anyways in Take a Break

-All of Washington on Your Side

-All of the Adams Administration

-”John Adams shat the bed, I love the guy, but he’s in traction,”

-”And they say I’m a francophile–at least they know I know where France is!”

- “Talk less!/Burr!/Smile more!/Burr!/Don’t let ‘em know what you’re against or what you’re for!/Burr!/Shake hands with him!/Burr!/Charm her!/Burr!/It’s eighteen hundred, ladies, tell your husbands: vote for/Burr!”

-”I have never agreed with Jefferson once/We have fought on like seventy-five different fronts”

-”Here’s an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements” “Sweet Jesus”

Most relatable lyrics:

-”Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for,”

-”Oh, am I talkin’ too loud? Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth”

-”I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory/When’s it gonna get me?In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?/If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?/Is it like a beat without a melody?/See, I never thought I’d live past twenty/(Where I come from some get half as many)/Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask/We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty”

-”It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face”

-”My dog speaks more eloquently than thee” (@ my father specifically)

-”Don’t modulate the key then not debate with me!” (sometimes)

-Honestly,,, you’ll be back, kind of? it could also just be because i listened to it after an argument with my father, one of the first times i actually,,, stood up for myself. but i relate to it in the sense of “oh yeah that’s an actual thing people do and someone’s kind of been like that to me”

-”Any hope of success is fleeting”

-”Your reputation precedes you, but I have to laugh” i guess?

-”I have some friends!”

-”Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother”

-“Oh shit…”

-”love doesn’t discriminate/between the sinners and the saints/it takes and it takes and it takes/and we keep loving anyway/we laugh and we cry/and we break/and we make our mistakes…there are things that the homilies and hymns won’t teach you…death doesn’t discriminate/between the sinners/and the saints/it takes and it takes and it takes/and we keep living anyway/we rise and we fall/and we break/and we make our mistakes…life doesn’t discriminate/between the sinners/and the saints/it takes and it takes and it takes/and we keep living anyway”

-”He dismisses me out of hand”

-”Indecisive from crisis to crisis”

-”What is the meaning of this?”

-can i please put guns and ships. please.

-”at least i have a friend with me”

-”we had a spy on the inside"

-”What comes next?/You’ve been freed…You’re on your own. Awesome. Wow! Do you have a clue what happens now?”

-”I’m curious, bear with me… I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt”

“Why do you write like you’re running out of time?/Write day and night like you’re running out of time?”

-”Talks for six hours!”

-”I know I talk too much”

-”I’ll keep all my plans close to my chest/I’ll wait here and see which way the wind will blow…watching the tension grow”

-”I’m a polymath, a pain in the ass, a massive pain”

-”i hadn’t slept in a week”

Most profound lyrics:

-”If you stand for nothing, Burr, what’ll you fall for?”

-”Raise a glass to freedom/Something they can never take away/No matter what they tell you”

-”How can I keep leading when the people I’m leading keep retreating?”

-”dying is easy, young man. living is harder”

-”The gossip (in new york city) is insidious”

-all of wait for it

-”Duel before the sun is in the sky/pick a place to die where it’s high and dry/leave a note for your next of kin/tell ‘em where you been. pray that hell or heaven lets you in”

-all of history has its eyes on you

-”Why do you write like you’re running out of time?/Write day and night like you’re running out of time?/Every day you fight like you’re running out of time/Keep on fighting.”

-”What are you waiting for?/What do you stall for?/…then defend it.”

-”But the sun comes up and the world still spins”

Prettiest lyrics:

-All of Helpless!! It’s just,,, a pretty song

-”Oceans rise, empires fall” (the way it’s sung!!)

-”From your sister, who is always by your side”

-all of wait for it

-all of that would be enough

-all of dear theodosia

-certain parts in take a break

Most uplifting lyrics:

-”In (new york) you can be a new man”

-There’s just. something about my shot that feels uplifting?

-”Raise a glass to freedom/Something they can never take away/No matter what they tell you”

-All of Schuyler Sisters?

-”From your sister, who is always by your side… and the hope that you provide,”

-all of stay alive

-all of that would be enough

-”Keep on fighting”

-”But the sun comes up and the world still spins”

Most depressing lyrics:

- “Talk… less. Smile more. Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for,”

-”It was my parents’ dying wish before they passed.”

-”I remember that night I just might regret that night for the rest of my days”

-all of wait for it

-all of history has its eyes on you

-The Laurens Interlude

Character with the best lines:

Either Hamilton, Burr, or Jefferson

i’m stopping here because. it got long but

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darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts · 6 years ago

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Winter Escape

Ok, guys, I hope you are all having fun and enjoying yourselves. I have created as planned a festive short modern AU for you all. The unplanned part came after I reached the end and characteristically for having something of an indecisive brain I have ended up creating another select your own ending tale. This is different... there are 4 alternative endings. I really hope you all like them ^^ - Aerion x

Warnings: Snow, fluff, Aerion’s humour spread liberally throughout, some strong language.

Masterlist

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Winter Escape

I was starting to think this whole modern technology thing was a bit of a curse. It had started with Sasuke sending me a text saying he needed help and it somehow snowballed into a group video chat with everyone. I have no idea what they expect me to do at the minute I just feel like I’m witnessing a badly filmed sketch show.

Nobu looked like he was sitting at his desk about to tell someone they were fired. Hideyoshi was trying to scrub something off of Mitsunari’s face with a cloth. Masa looked like he had attacked a bag of rice flour. And lost.

Ieyasu was doing something with some Petri dishes because he was in the university lab finishing up some research papers. Mitsuhide was talking to people off camera. I don’t even want to know what he is doing, to be honest. Kenshin was sitting with Shingen on a sofa arguing about something. Yukimura appeared a short while later and smacked Shingen on the head with a rolled-up paper.

My phone chimed next to me and I saw from the screen it was Sasuke. Sliding the screen to reveal it, “I’m sorry even I’m at a loss as to how it got this bad. I would have thought it a scientific impossibility but …” I laughed which caused all the others on camera to fall silent and look at me. Oops.

We had all moved away to different locations after college. Some went on to university and some of us, myself included went to work. It was a boring weekend that felt like it echoed the boring week I had just spent in the office. It was nice to see the guys like this. It really is like we never split up.

“What is so funny?” Nobu was the first to ask as he drank some coffee.

“Huh? Oh, nothing.” I stuttered as I tucked my phone back in my pocket.

“She got a text from someone and it made her happy.” Mitsuhide wasn’t on screen but I could hear his smirk in his voice. He always was a damn psychic.

“Who was it? A Boyfriend?” Masa laughed as he asked.

“Boyfriend? What?” The collective outcry from my laptop speakers was almost comical. Come on guys, would it really be such a shock if I did get a boyfriend?

“Whoever it is better to be prepared to be questioned by us. After all, we won’t tolerate some random guy swanning in and playing tricks with our little Princess.” Shingen relocated himself on the sofa looking every inch like a parent about to give a lecture on dating. Kenshin looked like he was searching for something to use as a weapon to go out hunting. Oh no, you are the last guy I want to give me a lecture on relationships. And if I don’t do something about ‘Mr always ready to fight’ this is going to be a problem.

“Hang on a minute. There is no one “swanning in”. There is no one playing tricks, except possibly Mitsuhide.” From almost out of nowhere Mitsuhide appeared back on camera. It was almost perfectly timed with Hideyoshi looking at the monitor for the chat window when Mitsuhide appeared suddenly Yoshi jumped in his seat. This caused Mitsuhide to smile even more and Hideyoshi to glare at the white-haired menace. “And since when did I become “your” Princess?” I could feel the pout on my face even without any of them pointing it out to me. I mean I love them all but sometimes they really are so overprotective its comically insane.

“You’ve always been “Our Princess”, Fireball you know that.” Nobu smirked.

“Yet another nickname I really wish you wouldn’t use.” I sighed. I have no idea why I thought growing up would mean they dropped their nicknames for me. Wishful thinking I guess.

“Ha-ha, come on Kitten it’s cool. Anyway, while we’re all here what’s the plans for the Winter Vacation?” I have no idea what Masa is playing with it looked like some sort of thing used in a sci-fi movie for an alien autopsy.

“Do we seriously have to spend all the holidays together?” Ieyasu asked.

“It’s tradition. Besides, I’m interested that you would suggest we don’t when the alternative is spending the entire time with family instead.” Shingen replied in his usual light-hearted way. He’s good at handling people.

“I retract my question. Just try to pick somewhere quiet I want to do some reading.” Ieyasu indicated what looked like a stack of medical journals and was that a novel from the best seller list? Surely not.

“Oh, that is such a good idea Ieyasu I’ll join you, there are some new books I have I want to read.” Mitsunari’s voice was clear as a bell. Unfortunately, the tune it played always got on the fluffy haired medical student’s nerves.

“I didn’t say I would read with you.” Ieyasu spat.

“Mitsunari you are not spending your entire time with your nose in a book you will be getting some exercise too.” Hideyoshi informed the loveable bookworm. Which earned him a set of big puppy dog eyes from Mitsunari as if to silently beg him not to take away his books. Oh, that’s too cute.

“And eating. Wherever we go better have some good food.” Masa had vanished from the camera but appeared again with a tray in his hands covered in freshly baked gingerbread cookies. Great, now I’m hungry. When did I eat anyway?

“Are you incapable of thinking of anything other than your stomach?” Ieyasu asked. Don’t you start on about… oh, he meant Masa.

“Of course I can. I also think about the ingredients and how they are cooked.” Masa’s retort earned him several giggles and a round of laughter from the others. If it had been an intended joke I would have praised him highly for his ability to deadpan better than Sasuke, but knowing Masa he was being deadly serious.

“Well if we must go somewhere, I think it should have snow. It is winter after all.” Kenshin stated.

“What a shock Lord Icy wants snow.” Shingen shuddered as if the thought of snow made him feel the chill.

“What did you just call me?” Kenshin took the rolled-up paper from Yukimura’s hand before Yuki could stop him and hit Shingen on the head with it.

“Guys come on. Let’s just make our suggestions and then let a neutral party decide.” Sasuke raised his voice a little on the microphone. He was at his part-time job working security so he looked a little like something out of a spy movie. The earpiece he had lit up with a green light in his ear. I think I may have lost count of how many times he’s made some reference to mission impossible movies when he has called me at work.

“Exactly lets… Erm, Sasuke why do I get the feeling I AM the neutral party?” I trailed off mid-sentence as I suddenly realised who Sasuke was going to suggest. Seriously?

“Because you have always been the only one capable of controlling this bunch.” Sasuke stated. It was true I had always found a way to settle them down eventually but I don’t think it’s always me. Is it?

“Hey man, you make us sound like a pack of animals.” Yukimura piped up as he somehow managed to free the rolled-up weapon from Kenshin.

“In your case Yukimura I’m not sure we could argue any different.” Mitsuhide said with a deep grin. He knew it would get a reaction and he just had to stir the pot.

“Ok, now that is just rude.” Yuki predictably responded and with that our group chat erupted once more. This is going to be a long night.

---

The conversation rattled on long into the night. A list of suggestions was written down by Sasuke as they were being said and then he copied it into a group mail so we could all see it. Our group of eleven was not something that was easily accommodated anywhere with short notice. But after a lot of debating that was if I was honest basically an organised argument. It was decided we would go to a lodge in the mountains.

Nobu had contacts we all knew it but looking at this place I was wondering exactly who the contacts he had might be. It was a Ski lodge and spa. There were about forty rooms and as well as the spa facilities, that included a pool and sauna. A massive open plan seating area with a stone fireplace greeted us on our arrival. It was so bright in there too. A whole wall in the room was occupied by large panels of glass revealing a stunning view of the slopes and the rest of the landscape. The trees outside looked like they were frosted as the sun caught the snow that dusted them. Basically, the whole place felt magical.

“Wow.” I couldn’t help but let out a sigh as I looked around the place.

“If I knew this was all it took to impress you Fireball, I’d have brought you here earlier.” Nobu said as he gave a smug smirk.

“It’s amazing. I can’t believe we are staying here for the rest of the holidays.” I could have been annoyed by him but chose to ignore it and just be honest. It really is amazing here.

“I can’t believe he got the whole place with staff and it’s only us staying.” Yukimura spoke from by the doors as he was handing over some of the luggage to the staff.

“Yeah exactly what kind of Devil’s contract did you pull to get this?” Shingen asked, brushing snow off from his jacket after placing his bags down.

“Nothing special. The owner owed me a favour I simply made a request.” Nobu spoke as if it was totally common to have things like this happen. I suppose it is, after all, it’s Nobu. Even in school, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him do anything that was standard normal person stuff.

“Uhuh, sure you did.” Yukimura shrugged and went to help with more bags.

“Well, I know what I’m doing before we hit the slopes.” Masa declared as he dumped his bag on the ground with a thud. Honestly, I think he is incapable of being subtle.

“And what is that?” Kenshin asked from behind him as they both apparently had walked up the incline to the building together.

“Putting dibs on the best room.” Masa said with a feral grin on his face. It was a familiar challenging look we had all become accustomed to. Everything is a game to him.

“What?” There were a few exclamations before several of the guys broke off from the group and went running into the facilities like children. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Remind me why I’m on vacation with that idiot again?” Yasu mumbled before brushing past me and walking calmly at his own pace in the direction of the rooms. The sounds of laughter and occasionally insult filled the air with a friendly atmosphere.

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After choosing rooms we all found ourselves outside dressed in our winter wear. Masa wanted to hit the slopes but eventually let himself be convinced that it was too late in the day to do that so naturally, the next best thing was apparently playing in the snow.

“What is that?” Yukimura laughed as he pointed at a snow mound that had a hat on it.

“A snowman.” Yasu mumbled. Building the things was not something he had suggested and he was only doing it because I had said it would make me happy if everyone took part.

“That is a snowman?” Yuki looked stumped as he squinted at the snow blob.

“Damn dude and I thought your drawings were terrible.” Masa called out from his sculpture that looked like it should have been in a competition.

“No one asked for your opinion.” Yasu huffed and lobbed a snowball hard in Masa’s direction.

“Oh, now that is a declaration of war.” Masa laughed as he ducked just in time to miss the ball hitting his head. He quickly formed a ball of his own and returned fire.

“If its war you want its war you’re gonna get!” The flying snow had begun to involve the others in the snow fight. And quickly the group was divided into what looked like camps.

Nobu had taken up a position at the rear calling out orders like a general on a battlefield. Hideyoshi was close to him with Mitsunari making more ammo and working on some defences. Mitsuhide had typically vanished from the scene. Masa who had been targeting Yasu had now paired with him against Kenshin who was creating snowballs and attacking at a speed that resembled a snow storm. Yuki was laughing until one of them hit him in the face. This had Shingen laughing like a hyena until something similar happened to him and he stopped to glare at Yuki who was looking at his now empty hand wondering if he really did just throw, the snowball at Shingen.

“Guys, come on!” I tried called out over the din they were creating but obviously, I wasn’t being heard. “Jeez, it’s the Monopoly Massacre of 2003 all over again.”

“[Name] over here.” A voice called out from behind me and before I had a chance to turn, I was wrapped up in a pair of strong arms and pulled out of the way of some renegade snowballs.

“Eek!” I let out a cry as the world tilts around me.

“Sorry I should probably have given you more warning.” It takes a moment to realise that I am staring at the solid chest and broad shoulders of Sasuke. His face is as expressionless as ever but his eyes have a look of concern. Everyone always said he was difficult to understand but I never had a problem really. He was the first one in the group of guys that I had met after I transferred and whilst he was too smart for his own good, there was no way you could call him expressionless if you looked at his eyes when he spoke.

“It’s ok thanks I think you saved me from death by a thousand ice crystals.” I gave a little awkward laugh and tried to back away a little to us both space. But his arms around me tensed and I found myself locked in position. “Erm… Sasuke?”

“[Name] I… I’m sorry I know this isn’t…” As he stumbled over his words his eyes never left mine. Those molten brown orbs reflecting me as he tried to process words.

“Sasuke what are you doing back here?” A quizzical icy voice appeared next to us which sent a shiver right up my spine. Again I went to move but Sasuke held position.

“Protecting the Princess. Did you notice that some of your ammunition nearly collided with an innocent bystander?” Sasuke answered Kenshin’s question with a question. It was rare to see him act so assertive.

“No, I didn’t as they weren’t mine they were someone else’s. I would never do anything to hurt her.” Kenshin drew close enough to press against my back and if I wasn’t feeling tense before I certainly was now. Great stuck between Mr Protective and Mr Obsessive. It’s not the worst place in the world but can this get any more awkward?

“Is this a private party or can anyone join in?” The melodic deep voice rolled like caramel over us as the tall redhead strode into the gathering as if nothing at all was out of place. “I have little interest in what you think you are doing but it looks like the Princess is a mite uncomfortable.” Actually, I was sort of thinking it was nice here sandwiched like this… warm and… what and I thinking!?

“I agree so If you two will leave I shall attend to her myself.” Kenshin stated as he put a hand on my shoulder tilting me towards his chest behind me.

“And why should we leave? You leave and I’ll look after her.” Sasuke said as he locked me even tighter in his arms.

“I wouldn’t dream of allowing our fair lady here to be looked after by a guy who thinks it is perfectly acceptable to give a girl pickled plums as a gift.” Shingen who was no standing at my side took hold of my hand lightly playing his thumb over my knuckles as he glared at Kenshin.

“Er, guys? I’m really ok so we can just head back.” I raised my voice a little so I could be sure they all hear me. How did it come to this?

The three men fell silent the atmosphere was something you could have cut with a knife each one was holding firm in a now silent exchange of wills. Well, that answered my question on how this could get any weirder.

---

We eventually made it back to the lodge and I was in my room when a firm knock rapped my door.

“[Name] it’s me.”

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Winter Escape Alt End 1 (Shingen)

Winter Escape Alt End 2 (Kenshin)

Winter Escape Alt End 3 (Sasuke)

Winter Escape Alt End 4 (Group)

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lavenderek · 6 years ago

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What happened after Stiles left with Derek after Derek got rid of Chad?

oh, after chad left? it is not worth reading.

they walk to derek’s apartment. it’s only a block down and across the street, maybe a five minutes walk counting riding the elevator up. hence derek’s eligibility for the position of fake boyfriend (see linked post).

they do have a brief argument, but it’s primarily companionable silence. a little anticipatory, because stiles isn’t sure what’s going to happen. you can never be sure if your fake boyfriend is being serious or not when he tells you in a public space that two o’clock isn’t soon enough to take you to bed. and stiles isn’t sure if he was being serious when he agreed to it. he’s genuinely never thought about it before, and here it is.

derek’s in the same boat, but he has a lot less indecision around it. (1) derek doesn’t really spend a lot of emotional energy waffling on decisions, particularly with regards to sleeping with somebody. that’s just his nature. (2) he is totally okay with it if stiles wasn’t being serious. stiles was 100% serious about derek getting him away from that guy, and derek got him away from that guy, so, either way there’s been a net gain tonight.

they both realize it’s happening as they walk in the door, and that is that. they make out, they do that thing where you kind of navigate your way down a short hallway trying to make out at the same time? they don’t bother turning on any lights, there’s the trail of discarded clothing, the whole stupid thing. derek has a big bed and he settles between stiles’ thighs and kisses him, and derek has a big dick, too. you know. if you’ve read my fic before you know the schedule.

derek has lube and condoms, and he looks at stiles in the dim room and says, “okay?” and stiles is breathless and squirming and yes it’s okay, is derek kidding? is he within this plane of existence? has stiles heretoforth been broadcasting waves of unokayness? he severely cuts down on the talking once derek gets his fingers up in him. everything gets subverbal for a while, and stiles can feel his heart beating in his ears as he watches derek put the condom on, like, he knows cognitively that this is happening? but he can’t process it, he’s so horny that the entire situation is just sort of standing around looking at its watch and waiting for him to acknowledge it. “come on,” he urges, teeth grit. he can’t believe how needy he is.

because listen. the thing about his relationship with chad was, stiles wouldn’t let chad fuck him. that was the major, overarching theme of their entire thing. stiles just didn’t want to. he told chad he would do other stuff, told him he’d let him know if he changed his mind, but chad solidified that decision by being super uncool about it. that was about when he started getting mean. it was chad’s least favorite thing about stiles, and stiles knew it, but he just didn’t fucking want to. it was the only thing he wouldn’t budge on, the only thing. chad left stiles having never fucked him, and stiles is pretty relieved about it. it’s just not his thing, he decided, because the idea of it never really appealed to him.

derek doesn’t know this about stiles because contrary to some people’s perceptions of stiles, he doesn’t really go around sharing super intimate details about his sex life with people. derek offers to fuck stiles because he likes to and he wants to do it to stiles. if stiles wasn’t into it, derek would have been okay with it. but stiles is viscerally into it, to the point where he’s telling derek almost repeatedly to fuck him, as derek is already fucking him. it’s pretty stupid. it’s pretty intense. it’s like a porno. stiles didn’t think people said shit like this in real life. he is going to be super embarrassed after he comes. he is embarrassed after he comes, but he wouldn’t say super. there are more pressing issues on his mind.

he lays there in derek hale’s bed, a naked, sticky mess, and stares blankly at the ceiling. then he looks over and - yep, that’s still derek. “uhhhh,” he says eventually when he’s caught his breath. “we just had sex.”

“uh huh,” says derek. he is not in shock and he guesses he’s not sure why he’s surprised stiles is.

“you and - and me,” stiles elaborates.

derek says, “yeah, stiles, i was there.”

“we,” stiles laughs a little incredulously, “did that!”

“can we stop memorizing flash cards about it,” asks derek, annoyed.

stiles can’t believe he got fucked, and he can’t believe who did it, and he can’t believe how fucking incredible it was, and he can’t believe he did this. “jesus. oh, jesus,” he sits up and buries his face in his hands, an action derek was not anticipating. “i said i’d stop doing this. i said i wouldn’t do this again,” he’s saying into his palms.

derek sits up also, stung. he’s not sure what to say. he had no expectations about this night given the lack of forethought, so he figures it’s just how the night’s going; but he’ll admit it sucks.

“look,” says stiles, which is without fail, always a precursor to things derek doesn’t have the desire or the emotional energy to hear. “i can’t - do casual sex,” stiles tells him. see? derek has no energy. he is completely perplexed and he just came, like, five minutes ago, so he thinks he lacks the brain cells necessary to handle this level of confusion. “you came to my job,” stiles goes on, “and you - you rescued me from my ex or something, and i realized i - six months,” he looks at derek in the dark. “six months! and i never saw it.” he doesn’t mean he’s been, like, obliviously in love with derek or whatever; he means that the possibility was there, and he hadn’t even seen it. that if the opportunity had presented itself anywhere between now and last winter, he would have taken it and ended up right exactly here, and if derek is fake-boyfriending him, stiles is going to have to take a sadness bath.

stiles takes sadness baths when he gets dumped, so what? he’s man enough to admit it. grow up.

derek finally catches up, and sighs for eleventy-forty years. “i told you a year,” he said. “remember? you don’t remember, do you. you were too busy trying to give me shitty craft beer - “

“it’s so good. it’s like, summery,” stiles tells him desperately. “you’d like it. you have to try new things sometimes! i just did!”

“you - what? no. stiles - “

“i get attached,” stiles interrupts, routing back to his original point. or no, actually his second point, because the first point was some bullshit about telling derek they just had sex, as if derek hadn’t noticed or something. “i’m very possessive, and i - i know myself well enough to - “

“stiles.”

“ - able to say this with complete surety, that i - “

“stiles.”

“ - enter into a - what?”

derek just looks at him. stiles looks back. derek raises his eyebrows a little: expectant.

“oh,” stiles says, dropping his hands. “really?” derek waits. “me?”

“yes, stiles,” says derek irritably, “you.”

“are you sure?”

derek rolls his eyes. “no, i’m talking to halle berry, she’s right behind you.”

“halle berry?” stiles pokes his head forward in disbelief. “what year is it?”

“are you trying to get me to change my mind?” asks derek, narrowing his eyes. because stiles is certainly testing his patience, but if that’s his game, it’s not working.

stiles says, “i am trying to, A, clarify your intentions because they came out of nowhere and make no sense,” derek glares in a new direction, beseeching whatever divine being exists for patience, “and B, ask you to reassess, in case this is the sex pheromones talking, hi pheromones, can i please speak to derek now - “ jesus christ, derek says, “ - and C, remind you what i’m like because you look like your entire soul just packed its bags and moved away, which is par for the course. okay? this is reasonable reasoning, i’m reasoning with you for reason.”

“shut up,” says derek.

“i think reason just stopped being a word,” stiles adds, looking away, into that part of his mind where all the stupid shit lives.

“shut up,” says derek again. “stiles, i’m trying to date you, you get that, right?” stiles returns to the present and stares at derek. “yes or no,” derek says flatly.

“why?” asks stiles. in the same tone of voice and with the same facial expression as if derek just told him he was trying to mail himself a unicycle.

“stiles,” derek sighs, helpless and annoyed, “i don’t know, why does anybody date anybody? you’ve finished A, B, and C and i’m still trying to date you, so i guess i’m not seeing why you’re fighting me on this. either date me or don’t.”

“um, first option,” says stiles, “please.”

this is the most pissed off derek has ever entered into a relationship. for real. and it’s not the most confused stiles has ever entered into a relationship at all. doesn’t diminish his confusion.

“i think condoms sort of make dicks taste a little weird?” stiles suddenly volunteers, which - derek doesn’t care that he’s lost anymore. he thinks he just deliberately entered into an indefinite period of being frustrated and lost and he just looks at stiles and waits a little pessimistically to be not lost anymore. “but,” stiles goes on, “i think i like you enough to want to suck yours anyway.”

okay, that was a little worth it. it was stupid, and derek hates him, but it was worth it all the same. “you know i can wash my dick, right?” derek asks him, which is the rudest and best question anyone has ever asked stiles. the rudest and best question anyone has ever asked, ever.

“if you just fucking tried it,” says stiles desperately, “one sip. one! it’s really good! it’s got peaches in it!”

“if i wanted your shitty beer, i would ask for it,” derek snaps.

“one sip,” stiles says, and he drags out the words for about a full second each. they’re lucky derek owns the building and uses the penthouse, because wow, they’re the worst. “please let me suck your dick,” he says.

“god, stiles,” says derek.

he washes his dick first. stiles is the biggest moron on the planet, and derek has just selected him out of the two-point-whatever billion other people on the planet, so, that’s where derek’s at. in his domespace. etcetera. you get it. whatever.

he explains the chad thing later, after the shower and the blowjob (excellent for both parties), when they’re too tired to argue about whether or not they want to date each other (they do, they’re just the worst). he tells derek what he’s figured out in the last three hours, which is that it wasn’t that he was uninterested in getting fucked, it was that he didn’t trust chad. his brain didn’t even let him unlock that desire until he was with somebody he trusted, someone he thought would make it good for him, would listen to him - the first instinct of self-preservation he thinks he’s ever shown. he curls into derek and thinks to himself that he hasn’t felt, like, unequivocally safe since he was a little kid, since he thought his dad both knew everything and was capable of stopping any bad guy. but he is, here. there is actually nothing that can hurt him right here. except derek, and derek won’t.

well, he’ll hurt his train of thought. and he keeps threatening to yank stiles’ head off his body. but. well. you know.

derek spoons him and thinks about how he really hates chad. he’s offered permission to shove chad down a storm drain or something if he ever sees him again. derek says nothing, but clings to that “or something.”

#i told you it wasn't worth reading #stilesderek #thing by betp #ctse #who is this even #haters

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alia15 · 6 years ago

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STDs Mean Something Different & Other Things I’ve Learned (So Far) From Wedding Planning

Hey! I got engaged recently; did you hear? (UM YES ALLISON, WE KNOW). Also, this is exclusively a wedding-themed blog now. Sorry.

Kidding! It’s bad enough I don’t even recognize myself lately -- for example I’ve been watching marathons of TLC’s “Say Yes to the Dress” on Hulu, WHO AM I?!?! -- but I certainly don’t need to inundate you all with real-time updates as I plan my upcoming wedding. And yes, UPCOMING -- as in, this fall.

2019.

*Gulp*

But I am in the thick of planning this shindig and as someone who NEVER:

Thought about planning a wedding

Had a Pinterest page dedicated to their dream wedding

Did, considered, or even imagined ANYTHING wedding-related, ever

...I certainly have a lot to learn. And I am learning, every day. I mean, let’s keep it Benjamin Franklin one hundo here: whenever I’d been asked in the past what style of engagement ring I liked, I’d say “I don’t know, circle-shaped?”

I was the anti bride.

But my love of party-planning, OCD organization and lists has made this process pretty fun and hell, I’ll say it -- even easy -- so far. We booked our date and venue within 48 hours of getting engaged (#NotPregnant), I got my dress the following week, and quickly after those things were done, we: secured a Reverend to marry us, got our DJ, set dates and locations for my bridal shower and bachelorette parties, and sent a deposit for our mini-moon.

DAMN I’M GOOD.

There’s still WAY more to be done and I know it won’t all be seamless, joyful and stress-free, but I wanted to pause for a sec and share with you some of the things I’ve learned this past month as I plan for the big day. Starting with:

It helps to be decisive & know what you want. I’m a Libra, and Libras are known for being indecisive. Um? It ain’t me. I don’t mull over anything; I typically make a choice, am happy with the choice, and don’t second-guess the choice. Well, turns out that’s REALLY helpful when it comes to wedding planning. Guess what? The venue we booked was the first and only venue we looked at. My dress? After a not-so-great experience at the first bridal place, I found a dress online I LOVED, went to a place that had it, tried it on and that was it. Done. People have been telling me to give myself plenty of options for things and even if I love something, keep looking elsewhere so I have something to compare it to. Nah...I’m good. If I love it and there’s no hesitation: we’re gonna go with it.

THANK U, NEXT!

Online bride groups are scary. Uh, not much else to add there. I was warned about this, joined a few on Facebook anyway and IMMEDIATELY left them all. There was too much hysteria and insanity and drama and I was beyond overwhelmed. Bye.

You’re gonna get a lot of advice. From everyone. Advice...can be good. Great, even. I’ve had really helpful conversations with friends and family where they’ve given me clarity or even caused me to changed my mind about something and I’m SO glad I did. But the second you get a ring placed on your finger, the unsolicited, occasionally unwanted, and sometimes even downright unhelpful advice starts being thrown your way. If someone suggests that I do something and I don’t agree or don’t want to do it, I simply thank them and leave it be.

Shit is expensive. If you’ve ever experienced planning a wedding, you know this. Hell, even I kind of knew this. But there are certain things you expect to pay a pretty penny for, and then there are things like invitations and you’re just like -- it’s paper? That people throw out? Can’t I just send an Evite or something?

Also, to the photographer who told me their rates START at $8500: bless your heart.

STDs mean WHAT now? Oh wow, weddings have their own damn rules when it comes to acronyms, huh? During my brief stint in one of the aforementioned bridal groups on Facebook, one of the first posts I saw was a bride-to-be asking her fellow brides a VERY alarming question:

“Hey ladies! Where did you get your STDs?”

Say what now?! I IMMEDIATELY looked at the comments because I thought I was in the wrong place and accidentally stumbled upon a Planned Parenthood page and saw, “Minted! I love mine!”

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Save the Dates. STDs. Got it.

A friend of mine also told me that in the wedding world bridesmaids are often referred to as “BMs.” Come on, guys.

You’ll never feel more loved in your damn life. And honestly? Not just from your fiancé. Getting engaged was such an incredibly special moment for me, but this past month I’ve felt truly overwhelmed by all the love in my life coming from friends and family, too. Gifts, cards, phone calls, FaceTimes, texts, eagerness to help out with planning, you name it: I’m truly feeling all the love and excitement from the people in our lives. People WANT to hear about the details and how things are going and everyone’s generosity has just been indescribable.

So there ya have it! We’re one month into this thang and I wanted to keep you all in the loop of my planning experiences. I’m sure I’ll be dropping by occasionally to fill you in on the latest -- and I’d love to hear from you ESPECIALLY if you’re currently in the midst of wedding planning, too! Like, if you wanna show me your STDs or whatever; I’m down.

#wedding #wedding planning #humor #the knot #bride #bride to be #weddings #long island wedding #bridal shower #bachelorette

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missaureus · 6 years ago

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ElyXiOn in Manila Pt. 2

I left home feeling unsure if I had some forgotten baggage from my less-than-an-hour-pack-up and drove away towards the east following the light of the streetlamps. But one thing was sure, I was leaving my academic-induced stresses. But, to have that sense of relief, I still brought a few reading materials with me, which were left unbothered throughout my secret trip.

Past 8 PM, the car was already swerving the road towards the airport from the highway. It was the boundary which felt that I was not home already. I was leaving home, temporarily. To be exact, less than 36 hours. I jumped off from the backseat and bid farewell to my family by the time we reached the entrance of the departure area, as if they were giving it to me as my well-deserved break from reality.

The airport was tranquil the moment I checked in, no hustle at all. No one was forming a line, so I directly went to the counter. I asked the staff in-charge if I can get into the flight prior to mine. My flight was still at 11:20 PM but I decided to be at the airport before 9 PM, gathering all my luck to be able to have a seat in my friends’ flight to Manila. Sadly, he turned me down and said that a few were also trying to get into early schedules but most of the passengers had checked in already. He gave me my ticket and directed me to the boarding area.

Honestly, I expected it to happen since flight fares at these times were super expensive, who would have ditch their flight schedule? I rode the escalator up and looked for my friends who were already waiting for their boarding time by past 9 PM.

I have my two concert buddies, Anne and Alisha, who were also my companion last EXOrDium. I regretfully informed them that I was not able to have the chance of getting into their flight. I was not able to avail the same flight schedule beforehand since I had no concrete school schedule and just waited for the safe zone to get one. We just chatted for a few minutes and the next thing was, they were already on board.

I waited in the first row while busily watching The Miracle We Met. Guess what? I failed to sense that the line forming in front of me was already my flight after an hour of watching, my bad! I hurriedly pulled out my earphones and stuffed my gadgets inside my sling bag. After picking up all of my stuff, I went to the back of the line. I was shocked that the boarding time was an hour earlier than what was indicated on my ticket!

It did not feel any difference at all that it was my first air travel alone. Sometimes, being solitary is the best feeling in the world. It took an hour before the plane finally took off but I was already half asleep during that time. Imagine the energy I spent the whole day in school, what a suicide. My eyebags do not lie even.

Almost 1 AM, the plane arrived in Manila. I realized at that point while riding the bus to the arrival area that night travels are such a beauty. Peaceful. I fell in love with the idea. I walked together with the surge of people to the exit of the arrival area where lots of people were waiting and waving for their loved ones.

I am never familiar of the place but I trusted my instincts so much. I trusted on where my feet would bring me. Terminal 3 of the airport was ridiculously silent! I could not believe I missed CBX in there with just hours apart. How does it feel?

I directly went to the Grab-Taxi lane. I was honestly nervous. I am a baby to this monstrous city. Despite the uncertainty, I acted stoic. But how crazy love would make you do. My first step in Manila 3 years ago was also due to an EXO concert. EXO did that to me, to act independent for a day. Away from my comfort zone. I was glad to fake an act of bravery. You will never know what to do in a difficult situation until that situation is right in front of you.

A staff in the counter booked my driver and waited for him a few minutes. I was just quiet at the backseat trying to enjoy the city lights. I navigated with my Google Maps to arrive safely in my destination. I stayed with my other group of friends who were also concert goers since my concert buddies were staying somewhere else far from the airport.

At almost 2 AM, my friends fetch me in the lobby of the condominium building but before getting into the unit we went to the nearest convenient store to buy some food and drinks. We directly went back to the residence.

My body was so beaten. I could hardly move. I placed my things on the corner and admired the aerial view for a second. I was conflicted if I would sleep right away or fix my mini-giveaways which I was not able to work on days ago. My housemates were already asleep but I decided to work on that thing. Even if I was tired, I was not sleepy yet.

Past 3 AM I already rolled over my sleeping space. One of my housemates was playing her EXO playlist overnight. Wow. The last song I could recall before dozing off was She’s Dreaming. I can clearly remember.

I got little sleep. Three hours of it. But my body was hyped since I could not waste time on sleep. My housemates left me by 10 AM since they needed to post near the venue to distribute their prepared giveaways. They are admins of one of the fanbases under EXO Worldwide Union. Big responsibility, huh? I chose to stay in the unit since I was still waiting for Anne and Alisha to arrive.

Almost 12 noon, we left the condo unit. I booked for our Grab driver which surprisingly knew how to speak Bisaya and that gave me relief! Undeniably, riding taxis is a horrifying experience unless you could assure that the driver is not taking any advantage of you! We chatted with him, like you gotta befriend people and gain their trust, haha.

The air was crazily humid. If I am not mistaken, the temperature went up to 34 degrees C. I was afraid to walk around so much because, again, the pit was calling me! I tried so bad not to expend so much energy prior to the concert.

The crowd was unbelievable also! It was the same situation last EXOluXion. There were shouting in every corner that would give you frequent heart attacks! You get afraid that they might see some of the members(?) while you miss that chance, haha! It was never like this around Araneta during EXOrDium. I swear it was so frustrating. Like every big buses that would pass by towards the backstage entrance, those crazy fangirls would run into for nothing. I chose to stay away from the arena. We eventually looked for the desk to have our VIP straps on and went to the mall area right away to look for vacant food stores. Most of it with nearer proximity to the arena were full, mostly on standby and meetups. We luckily found a resto with a vacant table with an outlet to recharge our phones! We were so happy to find an outlet lmao! Fully-charged phones is a must! So we decided not to let go of that post and stayed there until 3:30 PM. I met a few of my internet friends but sadly was not able to meet all since the temperature was pretty energy-draining and also the mobile network service was down.

After freshening up, we went to our sequence line by past 3 PM. We were honestly disappointed with our sequence numbers, 230-232, since my friends had 66-67 last year! However, when we were following our line in the sequence, our numbers were right after those foreigners or those who availed the Global Package, which somehow gave us an assurance that 200 plus was still a good number to have better view in the pit.

A few were wearing killer platforms and it made me regret on why I only added over 1 inch of my height, I could have worn higher ones! I stand 5 feet 4 inches plus 1.18 inches but I felt so smol! I was starting to get tired and rested near the railings. I refused to used my phone to preserve my battery. So, I just killed time on resting. There was also one thing that happened! The girl before us in the line started crying because her ticket went missing! Some staffs were roaming around announcing a lost ticket but only to find out it was not it. There was a moment of panic around because OMG that was a huge problem! Eventually, she found it in some i-did-not-bother-to-know corner. Thank God! If it happened to me, I do not know what to do too but cry.

Almost 5 PM, we were already in front of the entrance of the arena. I still could not feel any tension! I was so numb at that moment. We went through the metal detector and our bags were checked as well as our tickets. I directly went straight to the line being held in front of W standing pit entrance, only to find out that my buddies were not behind me! I went back to the first entrance and my friend was being confined by the officer due to her instax camera. What were they so pressed for? It was not even a professional camera! A few moments later, he gave it back because it was not on the list of the prohibited things inside the arena. Sadly, a few people already overtook the lane and that made me so pissed off! On a brighter side, the number of people allowed to get inside the pit was grouped which was good. What happened last year was that, the line from the outside to the pit was continuous and it was not being held by the staffs, thus, the fans had a chance to run inside the pit and overtake those with lesser sequences numbers.

I was awed the moment I set foot in the pit! The first thing that came in my mind was questioning my past self on why I did not take standing tickets back then! The three of us were in chaos! We already strategized on where to run and stand when we get inside but yes, planned moments mostly never happen. My buddies wanted the barricade so bad in the left side. It is every fangirl’s dream: to hold that barricade. But we have a rule to follow too! Follow your bias, not your friends. Thou shall not break the rule. I had to think straight and fast and cut off my indecisive self. I went in the center part of the pit. 2-3 rows were already formed and mostly foreigners were still inside. I ran back to my friends saying firmly that I would stay in the center part! After acknowledging my decision, I went back to my post. I will never regret this spot. I assured myself. Come what may. The surge of fans was only minimal. Thank God there was no need to panic.

A few minutes later, one of my buddies, who is also a Jongin stan, came to me and checked the area! She went back to the barricade and went back again to my post saying she also decided to stand in the center part with me! I was happy because we have studied the map of the whole setlist long ago and we, Kai stans, knew by heart on where he positions in a certain song! He is not put in the center part for no reason at all, Kai is the center. The center belongs to Kai!

Eventually the arena was being filled with fans. I just observed the people around me. Most foreigner fans were quite aggressive and knew the pit game so well. They guarded their post as if they already mastered the dirty game. Diversity in language was an advantage for all! You get to talk with your co-nationality EXOLs on how to safeguard your position since some were really pain in the arse. They would push you so bad. Some would even swear at you. Stressful. I did not mind them and gave not a single cent of care.

I had regrets in bringing my doll inside the arena. I just took a photo of my baby once and placed it back inside the bag. But eventually, it served its purpose well since I place my bag in front of me, it became a cushion from the people in front row. It was such a relief for me.

Everyone waited patiently for an hour while singing along with the background music being played. Finally, the lights went off! My heart was banging against the rib cage. I cannot contain the fact that THIS IS IT! A year of waiting. I am going to see my artists again.

#exo #exo concert #concert #kai #jongin #kyungsoo #suho #junmyeon #baekhyun #sehun #chanyeol #jongdae #xiumin #minseok #lay #yixing #elyxion #elyxioninmanila #diary #personal

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smashbuddies · 7 years ago

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Part Eight: The Tutorial

“For fuck’s sake, just pick one already! We’ve been here all day!”

Daniyal jumped, eyes quickly flicking back and forth between the two suits Daniel held up. Really, there wasn’t much difference besides color. He had a particular style he liked. But that didn’t change the fact that Daniyal had to hurry up and help him narrow his options soon. Lord only knows what would happen if he made Daniel late for his date with Snail.

“I think you’d look nice in both of them,” Daniyal mumbled, hands clasped together and thumbs twiddling. His face was red, and he looked like he really didn’t want to be there. “I can’t decide.”

“This isn’t about what you think,” Daniel muttered. It was almost torture not being able to put his hands on his hips, or make wild, heated movements. “It’s about what Snail would think. I need to look extra nice for them. So put yourself in their shoes and pick one.”

“Well…” Daniyal’s eyes lingered in the outfit in Daniel’s left hand. “They like purple. So maybe that one?” Then his eyes switched over to the other suit. “But I’m sure they’d also like the black one…”

Oh my fucking god.

“Alright, fuck it!” Daniel said, shoving the suits into Daniyal’s arms. “Make yourself useful and hold these. I’m gonna call Snail and ask them myself.”

“O-Okay…”

He grumbled under his breath- “backwater, indecisive pissbaby”- and quickly dialed Snail. It only took them three rings to answer, thank goodness.

“What’s up?”

Daniel froze, having just realized he didn’t think this through. Wouldn’t really be surprising them by looking nice if he outright asked them, would it? Fuck, how could he go about this subtly?

“Nothing much,” he began casually. “Just wondering something, really.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Here goes nothing. “Daniyal and I are having a debate. He says that black’s the most appealing color on other people. But I said purple. So who’s right?”

They hummed, then said, “Fuck, I like both, really.”

“You have to pick one,” Daniel immediately snapped. No way in hell he was gonna deal with two indecisive fuckheads. Especially on the day of his very first actual date with Snail.

“Jeez, okay, umm… Purple.”

“Thank you,” Daniel breathed out. Finally. “Now I can rub it in his stupid face. Anyway, I’ll see you tonight.”

“Right! See you tonight.”

He didn’t miss their tone shift. From casual to almost excited. Even as he hung up, he lingered on it, and let a small smile bloom on his face. It was nice knowing they were just as eager for this as he was.

“So did they tell you?” Daniyal asked, coming up behind him.

“Yeah.” Daniel turned around and grabbed the purple suit, smile still in place. “This one.”

Daniyal stared at him for a moment, then grinned like he’d just seen a chicken, or whatever farm animal bullshit he liked. “Wow. You look so… Happy. ”

Daniel’s smile fell.

“Well, I am,” he muttered before heading off for the dressing room. “You better have that stupid look off your face by the time I get back!”

It was a hassle changing into the new suit, especially since the employee trying to help him was clearly new and a little incompetent. Honestly, he felt a little bad for getting on Snail’s case when he brought them there. Still, he managed just fine, with just a few wasted minutes.

One look in the mirror told him it was perfect. Of course, he looked stunning no matter what, but now he was radiant, mesmerizing, enticing. Snail wouldn’t be able to take their eyes off of him, that’s for sure. Especially once he got in a nice shower and did up his hair. They’d be all over him.

He checked the time on his phone, and nearly died right on the spot. Only a few hours until the date. Fuck, if he didn’t get home ASAP, he would barely have any time to get ready.

After hurriedly getting dressed in his actual clothes- without any ‘help’ this time- he rushed out of the dressing room. As he passed Daniyal, he quickly muttered out a “give that suit to an employee, we have to go” and made his way right to the cashier.

God, this is why Daniyal should’ve just fucking picked a suit when Daniel told him to.

Right as Daniel finished brushing through and touching up his hair, the doorbell rang. Snail. Butterflies fluttered about in his stomach, making him feel a little nauseated. What was there to worry about? He was all sparkling and clean, dressed in his new suit, sprayed with his best cologne. So why the hell wasn’t he feeling more confident than ever?

He got to the door just as it a rang a second, third, and fourth time. Holy fucking shit. Swinging it open, he said, “Don’t break my doorbell.”

“I won’t if you answer the damn door faster.”

Whatever snide comment he wanted to make died in his throat. Wow. They looked amazing. Honestly, he didn’t expect them to dress up or anything, and they didn’t, really. Not by his standards. But by Snail Standards, well… It was easy to tell how much effort they put in.

When he finally met eyes with them, he noticed how pink their cheeks were. Did that mean they were impressed?

“You look nice,” he finally said, leaning against the door.

“Uh, yeah. You too,” they replied after a long moment. Then they looked him up and down several times, for once without any sort of leer or devious look.“So… Purple, huh?”

His face grew hot. “It’s the best color on other people.”

That just made them grin wide at him. There was the Snail he knew. “You trying to impress me or something?”

“Yeah,” he answered honestly with a huff. “It’s our first date, you moron. That’s kind of what this whole thing’s about.”

Immediately, their grin fell. “Right. Yeah.” Their tone went back to being cocky, but their smirk was clearly half-assed. “But you’re always impressed by me, so…”

“Impressed by your stupidity,” he mumbled, stepping out and slamming the door shut. Then, in an unprecedented move, he pressed a quick kiss to their cheek. Just to ease the bite of his insult. “Anyway, let’s take my car.”

“Actually,” they started, face red and looking just a bit nervous, “I wanted to drive there.”

He raised an eyebrow at them. “Why? You don’t even know where we’re going.”

They huffed and crossed their arms, like a kid who’d just gotten their favorite toy taken away. “Does it really matter? Maybe I just wanna let you relax a bit.”

After a somewhat tense stare-down, he scowled and tossed them his keys, which they fumbled in catching. “Fine,” he conceded. “But we’re not going in that piece of junk you call a car. I don’t want people giving us looks.”

Snail didn’t stop grumbling about his comment even as they began driving. Whatever. He just sat back and gave them direction, maybe enjoying the feeling of being chauffeured like this. It was actually pretty nice of them.

“So, how fancy is this place?” Snail suddenly asked, taking their eyes off the road just a second to give him a worried glance. “It’s not… Super expensive, is it?”

“I mean, I couldn’t get a reservation for somewhere really nice on such short notice,” he answered with a shrug. “It’s decent, I guess. But you don’t have to worry about prices. I’ll cover everything.”

The frown on their face grew. “Maybe I wanted to pay.”

“I was the one who asked you on this date,” he reminded them, tone a little harsh. “That’s how it works. If you ask next time, I’ll let you pay. Besides, I don’t need you wasting your money when you clearly don’t have a whole lot to spare. Can’t have Captain Thunderblade going without his good cheese.”

They winced and muttered under their breath, “Keep fuckin’ getting on my case for being poor, why don’tcha?”

Well, shit.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he looked out the window. There was more he wanted to say. Only it was easier to look at all the buildings and pedestrians than to face them like this. But now the silence was thick and suffocating. His hand automatically went to the stereo, and he just pressed play on whatever CD was in there.

Snail immediately snorted as a chiptune melody filled the air. “What the fuck are you making me listen to?”

“...The soundtrack from Sonic and Knuckles,” he reluctantly answered. At least they weren’t pissed at him anymore.

“Really?” It was really obvious how much they struggled not to laugh in his face. “I didn’t think you were this much of a nerd.”

“I made a show just so I could talk about video games for half an hour each weekday,” he deadpanned, shooting them a blank look. “Are you fucking kidding me with that?”

“Okay, but that’s, like, different than actually buying the fucking soundtrack and keeping it in your car,” they tried to defend, but it was clear even they knew their argument was pulled completely out of their ass.

“Whatever,” he grumbled. The last thing he wanted was to be made fun of something as stupid as this. “I like the music and it helps me focus. So shut the fuck up about it.”

Well, things were a little tense again, but at least it wasn’t quiet. He just focused on the music and tapped his fingers along to the beat. After a little bit, he cooled down and outright started to hum along. And he wondered, did Snail every play Sonic and Knuckles? Maybe he could show it to them sometime.

“Are you humming?” Snail asked, giving him a weird look.

His face instantly burst into flames. He quickly built his defenses up as he snapped, “Maybe. Got a problem with it?”

“No,” they said, as if they were trying to choose their words carefully. “I just think it’s cute.”

That threw him for a loop. Cute?

Before he could question it, they pulled into the parking lot and quickly said, “Looks like we’re here, cool. And I didn’t even crash your car, so that should get me bonus points or something.”

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, stepping out of the car. “You can cash them in at the end of the date for something nice.”

They just rolled their eyes at him.

Once they got inside the restaurant, Snail got unusually quiet and tense. Of course, they did kind of stick out in a classy place like this. But that was kind of their fault. And maybe a little bit his, too. He could’ve picked somewhere less uppity.

Looking around, he noticed other waiting couples. Mostly girls clinging to their boyfriend’s arms, practically fawning over them and batting their eyelashes. Like hell he was gonna do that with Snail. But maybe there was something he could do to put them a little at ease.

His hand found Snail’s and grasped it lightly, just in case it was too much. But instead of pulling away, they just held on tightly. And honestly, that made Daniel the happiest man on earth.

He only let go once a server brought the two of them to their table. Couldn’t really hold hands throughout the whole date, much to his disappointment.

That warm, fuzzy feeling went away as Snail picked up a menu, took one look at it, and said too loudly for comfort, “What the fuck?”

“Snail!” he admonished in a harsh whisper. “Watch your fucking language!”

“But I can’t even pronounce half the shit in here!” they argued, still not lowering their voice. “Where’s the burgers? The fries? All the good shit?”

Daniel huffed and flipped through his own menu, quickly scanning through it. There. He showed it to them, pointing at the section titled Gourmet Burgers. “It’s right here. You won’t get fries, though.”

They quickly flipped to the page and scrutinized it heavily with narrowed eyed and a hard frown. “These better be damn good burgers.”

After the waiter came and took their orders, Daniel and Snail began to have an actually somewhat pleasant chat. He learned that they were an artist- something that maybe he should’ve known sooner. They talked about some of the things they did- freelance work for whoever paid the right price. It was a living, if not the best one. Thankfully they didn’t go on too long about it. But they did promise him to show off some of their stuff sometime. That was certainly something to look forward to.

Even after their food arrived, they kept up with the pleasant conversation. Although he did have to deal with them talking with their mouth full. No matter how many times he told them to not do that, it seemed to just go in one ear and out the other.

Eventually, the conversation lulled into peaceful silence. Daniel gave Snail the occasional glance, not wanting to get caught staring. As if he would, but they’d sure think so with their huge ego. Unfortunately, Snail seemed to have no shame as usual, and every time he locked eyes with them he found himself growing just a little bit more nervous.

“What?” he finally asked, furrowing his eyebrows together. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Well, you did,” they said teasingly, with a fitting grin. “You know, you’ve got a really nice smile. I don’t think I’ve seen it before. You’re usually all pissy and frowning, like you’ve got a huge fucking stick shoved up your ass.”

He almost choked on his fettuccine. “Language!”

They winced and gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry. But I mean what I said. I wanna make you smile more.”

Oh. His heart fluttered in delight. Who would’ve thought that they could be so sweet? He almost didn’t know how to react to it. So he just raised an eyebrow up at them and said, “Well, you’re gonna have to work real hard to make that happen.”

Their eyes practically lit up. “Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe it is.”

The look on their face grew devious. Like they had a plan. To distract them, he started up a conversation about video games. That seemed to grab their full attention, and he almost let out a sigh of relief.

After a little while, the two of them decided to pack up their leftovers in to-go boxes and head on out. Snail insisted on driving back, of course, but he let them without any argument this time. And the whole car ride back was silent. Just the two of them basking in the afterglow of a successful date.

Much to his delight, they actually walked him to his door. Like a gentleman. He stood there next to them for a moment, wanting to say something, but not quite sure what. Thank you? I had a great time? When should we do this again?

“Hey, uh, I think I wanna cash in those bonus points,” they said, watching him. But strangely, they weren’t looking at his eyes. It took him a second to realize where they were looking.

His lips.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, leaning in closer just a bit and not-so-subtly making eyes at them. “What do you wanna trade them in for?”

They didn’t say anything. Instead, they brought a hand to the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Soft, sweet, yet still passionate enough to make him swoon. He melted, returning the kiss eagerly with a pleased hum.

Suddenly, they pulled back. But that break only lasted a second, because he couldn’t resist dragging them back in, deepening the kiss. They groaned and put their hands on his hips. Before he knew it, Snail had him pinned against the door, and they were making out like hormone-driven teenagers. But there was still that tenderness about it that satisfied some affection starved part of him he thought died a long time ago.

Snail moved to kiss along his jaw, soft and slow and teasing, then whispered in his ear, “Do you wanna fuck?”

There was something nice about them asking. He took a moment to catch his breath and cool down before answering. As much as he wanted to, it wasn’t the best idea. “Not tonight, Daniyal’s home. Maybe tomorrow?”

They grinned. “Sure. Just let me know.”

After one final kiss- that maybe he drew out because he didn’t want the moment to end- they wish him goodnight and went on their way. He stood there for a long moment, questioning if the day really did happen. But he could still feel the tingle on his lips from all those wonderful kisses, and the weight of his leftovers sat heavily in his hands.

Almost as soon as he stepped inside, Daniyal was there, grinning, asking him, “So, how was your date with Snail?”

He let out a contented sigh. “It was really nice.”

#smash buddies #pt8 #snailbitch #fic

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domain-of-friendship-blog · 7 years ago

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An Evening of Moonlit Skies

((My entry for Pony Prom 2017, in collaboration with Indigo Skies!))

"Wow, if I thought this place was pretentious before..."

Tank Buster glanced around as he stepped out of the train and onto the platform. The entire city of Canterlot seemed to be more than a little excited to be hosting the prom if the decorations here at the station were anything to go by, but it all struck him as just a bit excessive. His gaze turned to his outfit as he spent a moment fiddling with his bow tie.

"Hey, Tank!"

As a voice called his name, Tank looked up to see a familiar tall pegasus waving at him through the crowd: one Indigo Skies, not only his date but the pony who had convinced him to come in the first place. She seemed to hesitate despite looking excited to see him - was she worried about stepping on her outfit, perhaps? - so he trotted over to meet her.

"Hey, Skies. I - "

Tank stopped halfway through his greeting as he got a proper look at her dress. Despite its simple design, it fit Skies perfectly, giving her the appearance of a finely crafted porcelain doll. "...Wow, you look great!"

Skies' cheeks lit up."T-Thank you... I was worried it wouldn't look right on me," she admitted, turning her attention to Tank's vest and tie. "You look great too! The color works well with your coat."

Tank glanced down at his outfit once again. "You think so? I don't usually wear quite this much blue..." Not sure what else to say, he simply shrugged. "We should probably get moving in any case. The gardens ought to be open by the time we get there."

Skies nodded, taking her position beside her date and smiling warmly. "I'm ready when you are."

Tank's cheeks turned subtly red as a thought struck him. After a moment of awkward hesitation, he slowly lifted a foreleg and held it out, offering it to Skies... who took it happily, placing her own foreleg over his as they began their walk toward the castle.

A few moments passed before either of them spoke, the silence finally broken by Skies. "This should be fun, you think?"

"It'll certainly be interesting, at the very least. I was never all that keen on formal gatherings like this, but... well, let's just say I've been trying a lot of new things recently." Tank rolled his eyes at his own statement before turning back to Skies. "Though sometimes it helps to get a nudge in the right direction," he added with a smirk; their presence at the prom had been more or less her idea, after all.

Skies giggled, meeting Tank's gaze. "Trying new things is better than regretting not trying them at all! At least, that's what I tell my kiddos to get them to try something out of their comfort zone once in a while."

Tank nodded assent. "You don't know what you might be missing if you never try it, right? I mean, I'd draw the line at anything obviously dangerous, but you know."

"Well, of course. They know to ask me, Auntie, or Grandmare about that sort of thing first." Skies sighed. "Then again, you know how kids are; they'll charge headlong into things if they get excited enough..."

Tank shrugged. "I dunno, I think there's something to be said for being bold sometimes. You know..." He paused before continuing, as though for dramatic effect. "...like marching into a dark, timberwolf-infested forest to go picking magic flowers?"

Skies gave Tank a puzzled look. "What do you mean by that?"

Tank quirked an eyebrow. He wasn't sure whether she was being coy, or had somehow already forgotten the incident that had brought them together to begin with... but he quickly shrugged and decided it wasn't important. "Never mind, I guess. In any case, do you know anyone else who's going to be there?"

"Oh, hmm..." Skies searched through her memory for a moment. "I think my ex is going to be here. The last time I spoke to her, she said she'd be wearing something that would 'drop jaws,'" she explained with a shrug.

"Is that so?" Tank quirked an eyebrow, sounding largely unimpressed. "I guess we'll see, then."

"She's really pretty, and she knows how to work all kinds of ponies... in all sorts of ways..." Skies' cheeks turned red again, prompting her to quickly shake her head to clear the thoughts from it and put on a sheepish smile. "Um, anyway! I heard the garden is home to all kinds of plants and animals!"

Tank had to stifle a chuckle at the abrupt change of topic. "Huh, that sounds cool. I doubt we'll get to see much in the way of animals while the prom's going on, though; they probably won't like the noise too much."

Skies' ears folded back. "Oh, that's true..."

Before long, the two found themselves passing by numerous well-dressed unicorns, Canterlot locals presumably going about what business remained before the prom was set to begin.

Skies lowered her head a bit and whispered to Tank. "Looks like the snooty ponies are gonna be really judge-y this evening."

"Ugh, tell me something I don't know." Tank rolled his eyes, making no effort to lower his voice as he shot an annoyed glare at a nearby unicorn looking down his nose at them. "The ponies around here are so stuck-up, I'm surprised the weight of their collective egos hasn't collapsed the mountain by now."

Try as she might to resist, Skies burst out laughing, the sudden noise startling several ponies nearby. Grinning a highly satisfied grin at her amusement, Tank glanced at the unicorn again to find his expression changed to one of great indignation. This was enough to push him over the edge, finally joining in the boisterous laughter. The startled ponies pointed their muzzles in the air and marched off, muttering words like 'uncivilized' under their breath as they went. Tank and Skies paused a moment, grinning at one another as they caught their breath before heading off toward the castle garden once more.

*******

As soon as they'd passed through the ivy-covered gate to the royal garden, Tank glanced curiously around at the festivities. A fancy-looking band played a classical piece from atop a short stage behind a fairly large dance floor at one end, while the other featured long tables covered in enough food to satisfy a small army. Smaller paths led deeper into the gardens from beyond the main area.

"Well, I know what I wanna do first," he declared with a grin.

"Hmm, let me guess..." Skies' gaze swept across the garden, taking in all the finely dressed ponies before she continued. "You wanna eat and then dive deep into the garden to see what might be lurking there, right?"

Tank rubbed his neck with a free hoof. "Am I really that predictable...?"

"Nah, we just think alike is all~" Skies giggled and began tugging Tank toward the buffet. "C'mon, let's grab some food before the good stuff is all gone!"

Tank trotted alongside Skies over to the buffet tables. All the food looked exquisite, making it difficult for him to decide where to start, but he soon settled on gently plucking a small sandwich from a nearby plate and lifting it to eye level for a closer look. "Is that... cucumber and watermelon? That's... unorthodox. Well, nothing ventured..." He took a hearty bite, eyebrows raising as he chewed. "Huh, that's better than I was expecting."

Skies slowly traveled the length of the table, equally plagued by indecision. Distracted as she was, she hadn't noticed the well-dressed unicorn sampling a glass of juice near the far end until she'd already bumped into him.

"Oops! I'm so sorry!"

The unicorn turned to face Skies, the juice glass held aloft in his magic entirely unharmed. "No worries at all, my dear! No harm, no foul, as it were." He took a sip from the glass, his monocle-clad eye quickly scanning her up and down. "Say, if I might ask... by any chance, was your dress designed by a Miss Rarity?"

It was then that Tank caught up to the two, quirking an eyebrow at the stallion's inquiry. "Actually, yeah. We got it from Carousel Boutique in Ponyville. How'd you guess?"

"Why, I'd recognize her impeccable work anywhere!" the unicorn boasted. "She has the most exquisite style, her dresses simultaneously standing out in their own right and enhancing a pony's natural beauty... and you do wear it very well, my dear." He took another gentle sip of juice. "But do forgive my interruption! I should be off; ponies to meet and sights to see, after all!" With that, he nodded and wandered off in the direction of a small crowd now giving Skies and Tank quizzical looks.

Tank's brow furrowed. "Well, that was... a better reception than we got on the way through town, at least."

"I - I suppose so..." Skies' ears folded back and her cheeks turned red as she began fidgeting uncomfortably.

Tank tilted his head, his expression softening. "Uh... you alright over there, hon?"

"I'm fine..." Skies' face had regained its usual color, though the smile she now wore looked... strained. "Um, I saw some chocolate-covered strawberries over at the other end that looked good."

Tank hesitated for a moment. Though he hadn't known her for very long yet, he had already figured out just how bad Skies was at masking her feelings... but prying into the matter sounded like a less than stellar idea even if there hadn't been a crowd nearby. Whatever was bothering her, it seemed best all around to leave it be for now and let her decide to open up on her own.

"Ooh, that sounds good," he finally decided. "Where'd you see that?"

Skies wiped her eye with a foreleg before pointing it at the far end of the tables, her smile now looking much more sincere. "Over by the fruit bouquet and chocolate fountains."

Tank's eyes widened as he followed along. "Wait, chocolate fountains? How did I miss that? Please tell me they have marshmallows too."

"You probably missed them because they're not all chocolate!" With a giggle, Skies came to a stop in front of a series of fountains, each one's contents a different color and flanked by platters covered in various fruits and confections.

Tank walked slowly along the row of fountains. "Chocolate, strawberry, caramel..." He stopped to sniff at one containing a thick yellow syrup. "Is that... banana?" Plucking a wooden skewer from the table, he speared a marshmallow from a nearby bowl and coated it in the yellow syrup before moving the skewer to his hooves to eat his treat. "...Yef."

"See? Not just chocolate!" Skies deftly grasped a skewer of her own with her wing and used it to dip a strawberry under the flow of chocolate. Satisfied with its hefty coating, she popped it into her mouth and chewed happily, oblivious to the chocolate it had left on her lips.

"Well this is redundant," Tank declared, staring at his strawberry-coated strawberry before chowing down. "But delicious~" He glanced over at Skies, noticing the mess around her mouth. "Hey, uh. You got a little right here," he warned, pointing his hoof at his own muzzle.

"Oh, dear... you're always such a mess, aren't you?"

A tall, stunning gray unicorn clad in a beautiful glittering gown approached Skies, stopping only once their faces were scant inches apart. She glanced over at Tank for barely a moment, only long enough to give him a devious smirk before turning back toward the pegasus before her. "Let me get that for you, sweetie..." Before Skies could react, she found the mare's lips pressed against hers.

Skies hesitated for a moment before finally pulling back and shielding her mouth with her foreleg. "Winter Snowfrost! Stop being weird in front of my date!"

Tank stared at the strange mare blankly. "That... certainly was a thing that just happened." Still facing the unicorn, he glanced over at Skies. "I'm getting the sneaking suspicion we just found your ex."

Winter directed her smirk at Tank once again. "Of course it did, darling. Who wouldn't want to smooch such a beautiful bird? Ah, but I miss when we used to - "

"WINTER!" Skies snarled, her wings flared reflexively. "I know you like teasing, but will you please not bring up our past in front of a bunch of strangers?!"

Tank's eyes went wide as dinner plates. He'd never seen Skies this genuinely angry before; this situation needed de-escalating, now. Straightening up, he stepped forward and stood beside her, looking Winter square in the eye. "Alright, I've seen enough. If you're only here to cause trouble, I think you need to step off."

"Oh, my Skies... I do believe you've found yourself a good one." With a glow of her horn, Winter floated a napkin over to Skies. "I'll talk to you later, my dear; you know where to find me. Do let me know if he gives you any trouble," she added, giving Tank one last glare before turning up her nose and trotting off to mingle.

"Wow, I couldn't possibly imagine why you two broke up." Tank rolled his eyes before turning back to Skies. "I see what you meant before though... You okay?"

Skies finished wiping the chocolate from her face and tossed the napkin in a nearby trash can. After several seconds of silence, she finally spoke up. "Can we go for a walk?"

Tank nodded. "Sure."

The two made for one of the paths that led deeper into the garden, stopping only once they were out of earshot of any other ponies.

"I'm sorry about her." Skies glanced over her shoulder at the path behind them as she spoke, as though expecting the unicorn to appear behind her once again. "She tends to get extra flirty with me whenever she sees me with somepony else. She means well... I think... but she gets carried away really easily."

"If you say so." Tank took a seat beside a rose bush. "Sorry if I got too aggressive back there."

"It's fine... I was pretty guilty of that too." Skies sat down beside Tank, her eyes fixed on the flowers. "The roses are really pretty in the moonlight..."

Tank craned his neck, looking skyward. "Yeah. I love these bright moonlit nights; everything is familiar and different at the same time... It almost feels like walking through a dream, you know?"

"A dream you never want to end," Skies added.

"Well, maybe." Tank looked over at Skies. "But if good things lasted forever, then they wouldn't mean anything anymore, would they? Being rare and fleeting is part of what makes them special."

For a moment, Skies' only response was to continue staring at the roses. "Um... Tank?"

Tank tilted his head. "Hm?"

Skies turned away, ears flattening against her head. "I'm sorry for... asking you to ask me to prom."

Tank spent a moment staring incredulously at her before responding. "...Uh. Why?"

Skies took a deep breath. "I dunno, I just... feel like I forced you to bring me is all."

Tank put a hoof on Skies' shoulder and smiled softly. "Hon, trust me - if I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be. You have nothing to apologize for." He retracted his hoof and used it to rub his neck instead, his smile fading. "I'm... sorry if this is because I haven't been a very good date. Like I said before, I don't usually do this sort of thing very often."

"Aw... you're a fine date." Skies lowered her head, resting it gently on Tank's shoulder. "You're more fun than most of the dates I've had before. I don't think I'd have even enjoyed being here tonight if not for you."

Tank rested his head atop Skies'. "I guess we're just being a couple of worrywarts then, huh?"

Skies smiled. "Hehe... I guess we are."

click!

A sudden camera flash startled both ponies, soon followed by the head and shoulders of a strange-looking earth pony wearing pink-tinted sunglasses popping out of a nearby bush. "Zat is perfect!" she declared before leaping from her hiding place and galloping down the path, out of sight in a blink.

"What the - ?!" Tank straightened up reflexively, eyes darting this way and that before fixing on the path down which the clandestine photographer had retreated. "Wh... Did I consent to that?"

"Oh, I think that was Photo Finish... She's probably just taking pictures of outfits she likes." Skies stretched a little as she sat up, idly scratching her ear. "I wouldn't worry about it. She might not even publish it, since we're common folk and all."

"...Hmm. I'm wondering if I should've read the fine print on my ticket a little more closely..." Tank shrugged. "Oh well, it's not a big deal. Probably."

Skies' smile finally returned in full. "Wanna stay here, or walk around some more?"

Tank stood up. "Why don't we check out the rest of the garden while we're here? I don't imagine we'll get the chance to see it again anytime soon."

"Okay. Let's go then!" Hopping up on all fours, Skies led the way as she and Tank delved deeper into the royal garden.

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