#ill be fine i needed to type this shit out before i fuckin screamed
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whining, complaining, family drama, religious-flavoured homophobia below
as if im just not already overwhelmed with the 50000 things going on in my life rn, my father has decided car-ride home time on days i commute with him is Free Therapy Time for him to vent about mid-life crises, my mother, my brothers, his work, everything and anything under the sun
NORMALLY i just kinda. zone out. add a lot of ‘uh-huhs’ and interject only when interested or needed bc i will absolutely lose my gourd if i had to sit there and process all of his shit but also he’s the only thing keeping us in house and fed and i know He Is Having A Bad Time, he’s too much of a stubborn cishet white man to listen to anything i try to tell him will help
TODAY THO. im just. already having a trying time with Life and Everything in General. he decides he has to bring up that a lot of the teachers in the religion department are apparently worried about the big bad govt coming for them for ‘saying the catholic truth about ~ gays and transgenders ~’. that’s already a can of worms argument im not going to have with him bc he IS expressly homophobic and i am trapped in a car w him.
The conversation moves on. I said smthn about a dead spider this morning i found in my room and how it was horrible bc im afraid of nothing more than spiders. and HE FUCKIN SAYS ‘oh but also boys’
IM “?????? HELLLO??????? WHAT THE FUCK??? 1) thats fuckin rude just bc ive never dated and brothers 1 and 2 are in long-term relationships, i /could/ just be a normal straight person who’s had bad dating luck, wtf does he know 2) he follows this maybe 5 min after his THE GAYS comments???? this is not the first time he’s brought up some of his students that he suspects are ‘gays’ or ‘struggling with gender identity stuff’ and he’s usually horrible about talking about it and i feel fuckin awful for these kids, and he ALSO always tries to give me absolutely bullshit youth ministry young catholic resources he picks up from his school (and they’re terrible, exactly the sort of shit you’d expect, idk how to explain to him that i absolutely hate that shit but am still more knowledgeable about religion and more devout than these absolute CHARLATANS and also my father knows SHIT ALL about ANYTHING like his religious knowledge is LAUGHABLE and im not saying every single catholic has to study theology and philosophy but like ho ho holy shit you’re letting this mans teach ur children about religion?????)
but has he been saying these things this whole time not just bc im Free Therapy but bc he is like. “yes here is my adult probably lesbian daughter and i have to remind her to be A Good Catholic even tho i speak so shittly about queers.”
im just??? so it’s like. live with this knowledge and suffer bc im not dating and probably never will given im not seeking out anything. or?? be like ‘actually no i dont date bc queer issues even tho i technically could be licitly catholiclly married bc bisexual but MOSTLY its bc u and mother fucked me up so severely that i cannot even conceive of having a romantic relationship or children so that gay shit is just extra added bonus’
i am going to end up like this one single middle-aged lady who works at the church who is Definitely A Lesbian but is also mean af and parishioners have This Vibe (derogatory) around her.
also lmao at the fact my father truly cannot just. believe a person could want to be single for non religious gay trauma reasons. aroace ppl???? never heard of them
fuck me. im changing my name and moving. i cant actually, but holy shit please let me leeavveeeeeee this hell. i cannot be a Whole Person in the place i grew up and was traumatized in.
i can speak of duty and obligation and all the wonderful things i have ahead of me all i’d like, im still. just. tired of this shit. and im exhausted by the prospect of The Rest Of My Life Being Like This Forever, Thara Celehar we truly be in it
#ill be fine i needed to type this shit out before i fuckin screamed#and now. i am going. to go do some hwmrk#and then watch the second half of last night's exu special\#i wont be done in time to catch tonights#but i might read a book. play video games. idk do smthn#IM SO FUCKIN MAD AND UPSET#i might make a drink. i have an ulcer but also maybe wine#is what i need#OH THARA CELEHAR WE'RE REALLY IN IT NOW
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Drinking Buddies
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--- If Jason ends up going home with someone, call me and I’ll come pick you up.
Y/N read the text from her boyfriend with a smirk. He’d sent it 20 minutes ago, but she was just now seeing it.
It was the only message Dick had sent her all night, always trying to give her the independence and space she needed.
Dick was always amused by Y/N and Jason’s little “club.” It even became an ongoing joke within the family. But Dick also knew that there was something sincere underneath it, as well.
Dick realized early in their relationship that there were some things in Y/N’s past he could never fully understand or help her with. Yes, he had his own trauma. But it didn’t involve abuse. His parents had died, but there wasn’t a day before that when Dick felt unloved by them.
Jason and Y/N had parallel childhoods: abusive parents, fighting to survive on the streets of Gotham, robbed of a happy and sheltered adolescence. Unfortunately, they were both victims of the darkness that Gotham held. The same darkness that drove both of them to risk their lives to stop it from continuing.
Outsiders probably thought it was weird for a man to let his girlfriend go out with his younger brother alone. Especially when said brother was as tall and handsome and broody as Jason Todd. But Dick felt more comfortable doing that than when Y/N had girls’ nights. At least with Jason, Dick knew that Y/N would be safe.
But Dick also knew Jason needed a friend just as much as Y/N did.
--- I doubt that will happen. But I promise I’ll call you if it does.
Y/N typed back.
--- You’re a freakishly good wing woman. Don’t underestimate yourself.
Dick texted back instantly.
--- Have fun. Be safe. I love you.
He double texted.
--- I love you, too.
Y/N answered before slipping her phone back into her small purse.
“He’s so obsessed with you,” Jason commented without needing to ask who had her smiling down at her phone.
But Y/N wasn’t taking the bait that easily. “Good thing I’m obsessed with him, too.”
“He’s probably sitting at home and crying because he misses you so much.”
Y/N punched Jason in the arm. And it felt like punching a wall rather than a human being with skin, muscle, and fat. “Stop being mean. I didn’t come out with you to listen to Dick get ripped on.”
Jason gave her a crooked smirk. “You’re right. I wanted a drinking buddy.”
“Yes,” she agreed. But then she narrowed her eyes. “But you always wanted to talk to me about a woman.”
“I never said that.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “I have female intuition.” But her amusement and teasing faded. “Is it Artemis?”
Jason’s body tensed and gulped down the rest of his whiskey.
“That obvious, huh?” He asked slowly, his embarrassment was easily caught.
“No, it’s not, actually. I’ve just been paying attention.”
“I told you I hated her and that she drives me to insanity,” Jason scoffed.
“Yeah, and I knew that was your sexual tension speaking,” Y/N teased with a tilt of her head and a smirk before taking a sip of her drink.
Jason chuckled at that. “You’re not wrong…”
“So,” Y/N leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms with interest. “Tell me about her.”
“She’s an Amazon. And a badass. She’s tall – taller than me, actually. Red hair. Doesn’t take anyone’s shit. Loves to pick a fight. Loves to get her way even more.” Jason sighed. “And…she’s beautiful,” he finished with. “Absolutely fucking beautiful.”
“OK. Now that you’ve basically given me her dating app bio,” Y/N ridiculed. “Get to the good shit.”
Jason glared at her.
But he took in a deep breath. “We’ve been…” he didn’t know how to put it politely.
“Fucking?” Y/N offered.
“Fine! Yes, alright?” He growled. “It was just casual at first. Friends with benefits – or whatever.”
Y/N couldn’t stop her laugh from escaping.
“Jason, even though you try really hard to pretend to be a heartless hard-ass, you and I both know that you’re actually a hopeless romantic. So why you thought you were capable of having a fuck buddy, without falling in love with them, is beyond me.”
Jason rubbed his face in frustration. “I know. I fucking know, OK?”
Y/N finally decided to have some sympathy and gripped his shoulder. “You’re gonna be fine, bud.”
“Am I? I hate this. I feel like such an idiot. I don’t want to mess this up. But I also don’t want to keep pretending like I’m not in love with her.”
It was moments like these where Y/N truly forgot that Jason was also the Red Hood, one of Gotham’s most feared vigilantes. He was also a murderer, if she was being transparent. But right now, he just seemed like a lost young man, terrified of his own feelings.
“Why don’t you get us another round and I’ll put some music on the jukebox? And then we’ll figure out your shit,” she offered.
Jason smiled. “Deal.”
There were at one of the roughest dive bars in Gotham.
Jason was a regular – as was almost everyone else that was there.
He already made his reputation known.
And even though on the outside he looked like a helpless pretty boy, the bar patrons learned rather quickly not to pick a fight with Jason Todd. Not that most of them wanted to, he was a perfectly polite guy and tipped far too nicely for the shit service he got there.
Y/N made her way to the vintage jukebox and started scrolling through her options.
“What are you picking? Justin Bieber?” A froggish voice said to her right.
Y/N paused to give him a glare. “Is that because I’m a woman?”
This was negging. And Y/N hated this pick up tactic more than any cheesy line.
The man shrugged. “Just wanted to make sure you put on something good.”
“Oh, I will,” Y/N snapped before turning her attention back to the songs.
“How about I help you DJ and then you let me buy you a drink?” He muttered far too closely to her ear.
It made a chill go up her spine and she suddenly felt ill.
“No thanks.”
“Come on. One drink,” he grabbed her wrist.
Y/N whipped her attention back to him and tried to tug her wrist away. “Don’t fucking touch me,” she growled.
But his grip tightened.
“Get your hands off her,” Jason barked suddenly from behind her.
Jason had at least 5 inches on the guy and was probably twice his weight.
It was enough to make the man immediately drop Y/N’s wrist. “Maybe don’t leave your girl alone…”
“She’s not ‘my girl.’ She’s my brother’s girlfriend,” Jason corrected with a glare.
He wanted to say more, but he could tell by Y/N’s body language that she didn’t want to start a scene, hating all the eyes that were already on them.
The man had given up.
But not before both of them heard him mutter, “Fuckin’ whore.”
Without missing a beat, Jason punched him in the face.
The hit knocked the guy off his feet and possibly knocked out a few teeth.
So much for not causing a scene…
“Say another word about her and I won’t use my hands next time,” Jason practically spit down to him.
Then he slyly opened up his jacket to show that he had a gun on him.
The guy didn’t need to hear anything else. He jumped to his feet and tried not to run out of the place.
A beat passed before Y/N erupted into laughter.
“Oh, Jason! Oh, my knight in shining armor! You saved me!” Y/N put the back of her hand to her forehead dramatically as she mocked him.
“I should’ve let him grope you,” Jason mumbled as he led them back to their seats.
They both knew he didn’t mean it.
“Dick’s been showing me some self defense, you know.” Y/N beamed proudly as she took a sip of her new drink.
The bartender came over and silently offered them a free round of shots, proving that he’d seen the exchange. And this was his way of apologizing for their troubles.
Jason nodded his head in thanks before handing one of them to Y/N.
“Yeah?” He played dumb.
She nodded excitedly.
They clinked their shot glasses together before throwing them back.
“You know Dick would have my ass if I hadn’t intervened, right?” He asked her.
She sighed. “Yeah, I know. He’s overprotective like that.”
“I’d be the same way,” Jason agreed.
“Even if it was with an Amazon, who was bigger and stronger and had lived for hundreds of years?” Y/N teased, reminding him that she wasn’t done talking about his love life.
“Even then,” he smirked.
The night went on as normal.
Y/N asked Jason a million questions about Artemis.
And together, they came up with a game plan.
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Dick was working on his computer.
Gray sweatpants on. No shirt. A couple of empty beer bottles on the coffee table where his feet were propped up.
He wanted to lie to himself and believe he was waiting up for Y/N to make sure she got home safe. But he knew Jason would die before he left anything happen to her – especially on his watch.
No, Dick didn’t bother trying to go to sleep because he basically couldn’t when Y/N was gone.
Even if he was in bed and she was still up working or walking around the apartment, it was like Dick could feel her presence and that was enough. He needed her to sleep, even if she wasn’t right next to him.
Dick smiled when he heard the loud clattering of keys failing to match with the slot of the lock.
Finally the apartment door opened.
“Special delivery for Richard John Grayson!” Y/N screamed in a slur before he even could see her.
“Shh!” Jason hushed quickly. “He’s probably sleeping.”
But when they rounded the corner, Jason relaxed at the sight of Dick being wide awake.
Y/N was piggybacking Jason with a drunk smile.
“Looks like you two had fun,” Dick commented with a laugh.
“So much fun,” Y/N agreed.
But then she was squirming and Jason realized she wanted off. He released his protective grip on the back of her thighs and carefully dropped her to her feet.
Y/N sprinted to her boyfriend and tackled him into a hug on the couch.
Thankfully Dick saw this coming and had quickly moved the laptop off his lap before she crushed it.
“Well hello to you too,” Dick chuckled as she wrapped her body on top of his like a koala bear.
He kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair.
“I’m very tired. And Jason wouldn’t get me Taco Bell,” she whined.
Jason looked offended and held his hands up in surrender. “I did try to get you Taco Bell, but it was closed.”
“He’s lying,” Y/N whispered.
“OK,” Dick managed to suppress his laughter. “How about we get you into bed and maybe chug some water?” Dick asked her softly.
She just nodded into his neck.
“Alright. Here we go,” Dick warned her before he managed to lift both of them off of the couch and carry her to their bedroom.
He helped her out of her clothes and then got her into one of his big t-shirts, not bothering with shorts or pants. He managed to convince her to take out her contacts before he handed her a makeup removal wipe. Then he very nicely asked her to drink some water for him.
“I’m gonna go say bye to Jason and then I’ll be right back,” he whispered as he tucked her into bed.
Y/N sleepily nodded. “Jason punched a creepy dude for me. So be extra nice to him, K?”
Dick sighed.
Of course Jason did.
When Dick walked out of the bedroom, his younger brother was chugging a glass of water in their kitchen.
“You punched a dude?” Dick asked as he crossed his arms and gave him a suspicious look.
Jason shrugged. “Just another asshole who didn’t know the word no.”
“Thanks. For always looking out for her, I mean.”
Jason nodded.
“You spending the night?” Dick asked.
They purposely rented a place that had a guest bedroom. It was rather common for someone from his family to crash. A lot of the time it was someone hiding from Bruce out of spite and needed some space from the manor.
“Nah. I just wanted to make sure she got home. I’m walking back to my place.”
Dick nodded, expecting that to be his response.
But Jason seemed to be lingering for some reason.
“You OK?” Dick asked him after a few moments.
“Yeah! Yeah, I just…Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“How do you make sure you don’t fuck it up?”
Jason didn’t need to clarify that ‘it’ was Dick’s relationship with Y/N.
Dick scratched the back of his head. This wasn’t a usual subject for him and Jason. They almost never talked about women with each other.
“I guess I just…” he thought about it for a moment. “I’m honest with her. So she never questions where we’re at. She always knows how I feel. And then it’s never scary for her.”
Jason nodded his head, clearly deep in thought as he mulled over Dick’s answer.
“I’ll see you guys later,” he finally said his goodbyes.
“Get home safe, yeah?”
Jason scoffed. “Always do.”
Dick locked the door behind his brother.
When he made his way back to the bedroom, Y/N appeared to be passed out.
But when Dick crawled into the other side, she instantly moved to him and placed a kiss on his bare chest.
“Hi,” she sighed sleepily.
“Hi,” he kissed the top of her head as he wrapped his arms around her. “What’s up with Jason?”
She smiled with her eyes closed. “Can’t tell you. It’s club business.”
Dick rolled his eyes and shook his head.
He tickled her sides.
“Noooo,” Y/N whined as she buried her face into his chest.
Dick only stopped because her reaction was so adorable.
“I’m kidding,” she breathed her surrender. “Your brother…is in love.”
“In love, huh?” Dick said in awe, processing the idea.
“And what advice did you give him?” He asked.
But when he looked down, he realized Y/N was now actually asleep.
Dick kissed her cheek and mentally reminded himself to run to the store early tomorrow so he could make them a greasy breakfast. He could only assume Y/N was going to need it with the inevitable hangover from a night drinking with Jason Todd.
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Beauty and the Beast 1 {} Tale as Old as Time || myg
~Pairing: worstboyfriendever!yoongi x travelenthusiast!reader
~Genre: Angst with a sprinkle of fluff
~Word Count: 3.4k
~Warnings: yoongi being the worst boyfriend 😥😥😥, reader crying 😔😔😔, very cliche scenes, a breakup (not the major part though), yoongi crying 😢😢😢, yoongi cheating on reader (YOONGI I SWORE IF YOU HURT OUR OC LIKE THIS I WOULD PUNCH YOU TILL YOU BLEED but you’re saved for the sake of this story 😡😡😡), reader being too forgiving, swearing
~A/N: well. i just had to give you guys angst after dp, didn't i? i know yoongi's stupid in here but pls don't get mad at him bc he's my bb and i love him too much 🥺. also HOMOPHOBES STAY AWAY, CHOHEE AND NARI ARE MY BABES AND I'LL PROTECT THEM NO MATTER WHAT!
~''~
In your relationship, Yoongi had always been the beast.
Missing dates, drinking at the bar and getting wasted almost every night, overall just fucking around… it was common sense that this was what boyfriends were supposed to do, right?
“Right.” was what you always thought- that boys were uncaring and stupid and undeserving of any love.
Well, any love except for yours.
Somehow, Yoongi always thought that you didn't deserve him, that you were the ugly, cold-hearted beast, that you were supposed to love him without anything in return.
And you always thought he was right; forgiving him after his sobbing apologies again and again, taking care of him after drunken nights again and again, convincing yourself that he really did love you again and again- until you decided this couldn’t go on.
No, you had a life outside of Yoongi.
You had dreams.
You had friends, a good social life, a whole group of boys who’d give you the universe if it meant you could be with them.
Why did you choose Yoongi though?
Why not any of those boys, some of whom were more attractive, more caring, treated you better?
~’’~
“Soulmates,” your best friend Nari huffed, turning her head to look at you. You were having a long-anticipated spa night together, cool cucumber slices resting on your tired eyes and some sort of coconut scented oatmeal mush plastered over your face. “You gotta stop believing in that shit, Y/N.”
You sighed.
“I’m trying, okay? It’s just that… I think… I think believing that one day someone will love you for eternity is better than living every day in heartache. At least it gives you hope, a reason to smile, I guess. Don’t you think so too?”
Nari paused for a minute, nodding subtly as she chowed on a cucumber slice. “Now that I think about it, I guess you’re right…”
You smiled, proud that you’d convinced her.
“...but nah, I still think you should face reality more than your imagination, you really have your head up in the clouds too much. All those fairytales- you know why they’re called fairytales and not realistic tales or something? Because they’re just to lull kids to sleep, all that perfect romance doesn’t exist,” her expression softened. “Hey, I really didn't mean to upset you... I was just- are you thinking about him again?”
You shut your eyes tightly, trying to stop the overflow of tears threatening to spill out. “I… no, I’m not. I just… I don’t…”
“Hey, Y/N, it’s alright…” She immediately scrambled off her massage chair, coming over to yours and pulling you into her arms. “He’s a stupid fucker who doesn’t deserve you. There’s so many good guys who’ll die to be with you, Y/N, I’m sure even Seventeen’s Mingyu would date you if you gave him a chance. Really!”
You sniffled, burying your face in your friend’s chest. “Not everyone’s obsessed with Seventeen like you, Nari.”
“Well,” She hmph’ed. “Are there any K-pop groups you like, then?”
“No.”
“How about TXT? Enhypen? Astro? You like none of them?”
“Enhypen’s okay, I guess…”
“There we go! Okay, okay, who’s your favorite member?”
“The one with the really nice smile.”
“All of them have nice smiles, Y/N. Do you know his name?”
“Uh… Sun-something. I think his last name is Kim.”
“Sunoo? You like Sunoo? OMG! OMG! MY BEST FRIEND LIKES SUNOO!” Nari jumps off the massage chair, making “whoop whoop” noises as she dances across the spa room.
A beautiful raven-haired spa attendant creaks open the door, stepping in. “Hello, ladies. I hope you’re enjoying your evening. I just heard… something, and was wondering if you’re doing okay.”
Nari freezes with her left foot still in the air, arms bent in an awkward position. She coughs, blushing as she scrambled to a standing position. “Yes, um, we’re doing fine. Thank you, er…” Her eyes flicker down to the attendant’s nametag, “Chohee ♥” scribbled in pretty cursive handwriting. “...Chohee.”
You flashed your signature wide smile, giving her a thumbs up. “Yep! Nari just gets excited easily, everything’s okay!”
She smiles back, pretty pink lips devoid of any lip gloss or lipstick. “Alright, then. Call me if you need anything!”
“Wait!” Nari calls after her as she proceeds to shut the door. “How are we supposed to call you if we don’t have your number?”
Chohee laughs awkwardly. “Oh… haha… I meant, like, physically call me, not, like, with a phone… haha… but… I mean… like...” She takes a page from the tiny notebook in her pocket, writing something on it. She hands it over to Nari. “Here’s my number, just don’t… spam me… or anything… um…” She clears her throat. “I hope we can… be… friends… or… something…”
Nari smiles shyly, accepting the paper. “Yeah… thanks, Chohee. Um, it was great meeting you…”
They giggle dumbly together before a shrill “CHOHEE! WE HAVE CUSTOMERS WAITING, YOU KNOW!” interrupts the glassy moment. Chohee immediately jumps back into professionalism, clearing her throat. “Sorry, uh… Nari…? Was that it?”
Nari nods.
“Yeah. Nari. Um, I have to go…”
“Oh, we shouldn’t be interrupting your work, should we?” She laughs. “Thanks for… uh… everything…”
“No problem.” They giggle again. “I really have to get going though… Bye.”
“Bye, Chohee.”
“CHOHEE SEO! IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE NOW YOU’RE FIRED! DO YOU HEAR ME?”
Chohee’s eyes widen. “Oop, gotta go. Bye!” She runs off, Nari yelling one last “BYE!” as she waves.
When she finally closes the door and meets your eyes, she’s practically jumping up and down, heated cheeks glowing a fiery red.
You quirk an eyebrow. “Now do you believe in fairytale love?”
She coughs, picking at a scratchy stud on her arm. “I… no… I mean… maybe…”
You clap your hands once, grinning as you watch your friend’s face burn hotter. “Well, would you look at that! For once, I’m not the one that’s crazily in love and stupidly giddy!”
“Stop, Y/N!” She whines, playfully hitting your arm. “And plus, um, our face masks are hardening. It’s time to wash them off. I’m going to the bathroom. Um. Bye!”
And she’s taking off towards the bathroom, the sound of running water jolting you from your thoughts about… him.
Yoongi.
You bite your lip, wondering how pathetic you could possibly be. He doesn’t love you. He probably has a girlfriend and is about to get engaged. He probably doesn’t even remember you.
You look up at the blinding white ceiling, the soothing forest sounds playing from the speaker you forgot about now your only source of comfort.
Because the last two were “probably”’s, but the first one was a fact- Yoongi didn’t love you, and he never did.
~’’~
“For the last time, Nari, I’m 100% sure she likes you back. Just text her, tell her to meet up with you, confess at some cute caf-”
“No, Y/N! You don’t get it, I’m, like, really, really sure she likes the coffee shop server we met the other day, they were practically making out and- oh god, don’t even remind me about the lovey dovey googly eyes!” Nari stomps her foot childishly as you sigh for the upteenth time.
“Nari, just-” Your eyes widen, a brilliant yet sneaky-ish idea popping into your head. “Actually, it’s okay if you don’t want to just yet. I advise you to go take a shower though, wouldn’t want to be stinky, right?”
“But I’m not going anywhere special-”
“HAHAHAHAHA it doesn’t matter HAHAHAHA just go, go take a shower, go go go right now!”
“You’re acting weird…”
“HAHAHAHA am I now?”
“Um. Yeah. Alright. I’ll go shower. Bye.”
“BYE!”
“You’re being very enthusiastic.”
“Am I?”
“Yeah… bye though.”
It was an ordinary Saturday morning with Nari lounging at your place, complaining that Chohee wasn’t paying attention to her. So you’d tried to convince her to confess- which didn’t work, by the way.
Anyway, with Nari now in the shower and screaming along to “Chandelier” by Sia, you were ready to launch your plan into action.
Swiping her phone off the counter, you typed in the password (which she’d told you, as you told her yours as well) as fast as your glittery fake nailed thumbs could manage, plastic click-clacking against the oil-smudged screen. Nari had a habit of never washing her hands before texting, even after some good ol’ cheetos or fried chicken.
You click on the Textalk app and swipe down until you find Chohee’s contact (written “Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑").
10:42 am
Nari Lee said: hey chohee :) u there?
Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: nari
Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: r u ok
Nari Lee said: of course im ok :D
Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: O-o hmm but u never use emoticons
Nari Lee said: oh i just found out that i like them haha
10:43 am
Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: *raises eyebrow*
Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: ok yeah im here, wassup?
Nari Lee said: so… i was just wondering if ur free today for lunch, i have something to say to u
Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: oh yeah ofc! where?
10:44 am
Nari Lee said: um how about magnolia cafe? @12?
Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: awesome! ill be there <3
Nari Lee said: sweet!
~’’~
“So…” You say, casually sliding into Nari’s room. She’s in a fluffy white bathrobe, brushing her hair and singing to herself. “What do you say for lunch at the Magnolia Cafe today?”
She shrugs. “Why not? I just showered, anyway.”
You smirk evilly. “Great! Make sure to put on some makeup and wear something nice.”
“Got it!”
~’’~
“Y/N!” Nari whisper-yells to you. “What in the name of my fuckin’ soggy underwear is Chohee doing here?!”
You hum, unbothered, as you skim over the menu. “How should I know? Anyway, I’m going to order some brunch. How about you?”
“Y/N! Ugh, shut the fuck up, I’m having a life threatening crisis right now! And why is she looking at me? And waving?”
You just smirk, shrugging. “Oops, gotta use the toilet. Bye!” You then dash off towards an empty table right behind theirs, wanting to laugh like a commando mad scientist. Your plan was done, and now it’s just time to see if it works.
Chohee walks over to Nari, and you see her visibly gulp. “Hey, Nari! You said there was something important you wanted to say to me?”
“Uh… I don’t… no? I don’t have anything to say?”
“Oh? Ah, I see. You’re making it suspenseful. Haha, I think I’ve had enough suspense. Spill!”
“Um… I like omelets?”
“What?”
“I… I like plants?”
“Excuse me?”
“Uh, I like you- WHAT AM I SAYING?!” Nari’s hand flies up to cover her mouth. Chohee furrows her brows.
“You… like me? Like, like like me? As more than a friend?”
“I-”
Chohee leans over the table and kisses her full on the lips, the sight so endearing you chuck out your phone and snap 18 photos. When they separate, Chohee’s grinning, Nari’s face a dark crimson and her bottom lip trembling. She touches it.
“You… kissed… me…”
“Mhm.”
“So does that mean-”
“I’d love to go out with you, Nari.”
And they’re giggling again.
~’’~
“HAVE A SAFE TRIP!!” Nari and Chohee call after you for the 26th time, waving like maniacs. You smile.
“I WILL!”
This was going to be the most exciting 2 weeks of your lifetime- you were going to Italy.
Italy.
~’’~
The small coffee shop is cute, light Italian jazz music playing in the background. The wooden walls are adorned with pictures of the owner’s family, the sweet smell of coffee beans drifting in the air.
To put it simply, it’s perfect.
Perfect for an exhausted coffee lover like you.
“A latte, please-” You pause when the server furrows his brow.
“You… eh… wan’ coffee wit’ milk, no? Not jus’ milk?”
“I mean, um…” You immediately pull up your phone and type into Google Translate. “... caffe latte.”
He nods. “Non c’e problema!” And a minute later, your latte is in your hands, the delicious smell wafting up your nostrils.
You sit down on a cushioned seat, marveling at the decorations and how cozy and warm it makes you feel. Taking a sip of your drink, you smile.
The moment is peaceful and happy, the chatter of the other customers fading in your ears as you just smile. No one to interrupt your daydreaming, no one to come over and call your name-
“Y/N?”
Your eyes shoot up, a familiar pair of cat-like ones staring at you. His hair is black as night, swept carelessly against his perfect forehead. His cute pink lips are jutted out in a tiny pout, pale moonlight skin practically shining. He’s ethereal, and hasn’t changed one bit.
“Y/N?” He says again, tilting his head slightly.
“O-oh. Um. Hey, Y-Yoongi, um, didn’t expect to see you here…” You laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head.
He laughs too, sitting down in the seat opposite yours with a black espresso in his hands. “Yeah, I found a job here. You?”
“I’m on vacation.”
“Cool.”
You stare at each other, having nothing to say. It’s like you want to stretch this moment out forever, stretch it until it erases all the horrible things he said and did to you.
He speaks again. “How long has it been?”
“What?”
He closes his eyes, clasping the mug between his hands tightly. “How-how long has it been- since I last saw you?”
You look down at your lap. “2 years.”
Silence.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.”
Your eyes start to wet, a lone tear slipping past your eyelids. There was no barrier now, more droplets following the first one’s lead and cascading down your cheek. “Stop.”
He doesn’t stop, instead choosing to nab at your heartstrings with more words. “I’m so sorry, I only realized how bad I fucked up when you left… I never stopped thinking about you, Y/N, I thought about you every fucking day-”
“Stop it now-”
“And I realized that I love you more than anything, that you were the treasure I held onto without even knowing I valued you that much. Why do you think I chose to come to Italy? Because I knew it was always your dream to visit here, and I hoped I would run into you somehow. I lived like that, in heartbreak and hope and desperate love and whatever the fuck else every single day, just praying you’d forgive me, praying that you’d come here and tell me that you still love me-”
“Yoongi.” You stand up, slamming the table. Your chest is heaving, breathing heavily as you try to take in everything that he said. “Stop. It. Stop saying sorry. “Sorry.” So what? Sorry won’t help anything, I don’t love you and we are over. In fact, there is not even a “we” anymore. You are you and I am me, completely separate, all ties cut, whatever you want to call it.”
“Y/N-” Yoongi’s voice is desperate, those forlorn eyes swimming with melancholy. You cut him off.
“Shut up, Yoongi!” His lip trembles, looking up at you. You feel a pang of guilt, but throw it away along with all your other feelings. Everyone at the coffee shop is looking at you two, the server mumbling something.
You don’t care.
No, you don’t care about anything.
Not about how much you missed him, how much your heart ached, how much you wanted to just fling yourself into his arms and kiss him- convinced he was a changed man.
Not about how he was pleading you right now, fat droplets rolling down his blanched cheeks as he whispered “I love you”’s over and over again.
Not about how the coffee shop server was hurriedly jogging towards you, incomprehensible Italian filling the air.
This was supposed to be a safe place.
The sweet scent and lulling conversations you fell in love with just moments ago, replaced with bitter words and the sound of tears.
You don't care.
You don't care.
You don't care.
Why are you crying, then? Why are those salty droplets cascading down your face? Why are you fighting so hard between your heart and your brain, trying to decide which to listen to?
Should you take him back, act like nothing has happened like your heart tells you to? Or should you give him the ignorance he deserves, leave the coffee shop and try to forget about this whole catastrophe like your brain says?
"Do you love him? Yes, you do. So choose me, your heart."
"Choose me, Y/N, your brain. I'm telling you to be rational."
You shut your heart out, brain taking over control. Yoongi deserves this. This of indifference, apatheticness, maybe even hatred.
“I don't love you, Yoongi.”
And you were out.
~''~
That night in your hotel room, you cry and cry and cry until the familiar “ding a ling ding a ling ding a ling ding dong” of a Textalk video call wakes you up from your thoughts.
You pick up, wiping all your tears until there is no trace of them left. “H-hey, Nari,” You hiccuped.
“Y/N, what is going on?” Nari’s eyebrows are furrowed as she tries to read your face. “It’s the first day of your dream vacation and you’re crying? Tell me what happened, please.”
“Yeah, you don’t look too good…” Chohee chimes in, sticking her head into the screen. “Don’t tell me you were robbed or something? Oh, no. No no no no. Please let it not be that.”
You smile halfheartedly, trying to change the subject. “Hey, Chohee. Staying the night?”
She nods, concern still painted over her face. “Mhm. But that’s not important, can you please just tell us what happened? It’s okay if it’s something small or stupid, we’re your friends and we’ll be here for you no matter what. We’re just… really concerned, and-”
“Yoongi.” Nari says suddenly, eyes wide.
“W-what? Y-Yoongi? What- what about him? I-I mean, I d-didn’t run into him, I-I’m just a-asking…” Your eyes are wider than cantaloupes, praying she wasn’t some psychic and had mystical powers or whatever.
She sits up from her previous lying-on-her-stomach position abruptly, looking at your stunned state. “Yoongi… do you remember he said he always wanted to visit Italy? He… was he there? Did you run into him?”
You are unable to speak, stuttering as your lip trembles. “Y-yes.”
Chohee and Nari both scream.
“THE WHAT?!”
“YOU RAN INTO YOONGI?!”
“Guys!” You yell, trying to somewhat calm them down (although you needed calming down yourself, too). “Stop! It wasn’t much, okay? Just- just some… talking, and then I left! That’s all!”
They look at each other, not sure whether to believe your explanation or not. Chohee opens her mouth a few times, as though pondering if she should speak or not- and no words come out.
“Really!” You exclaim, trying to convince them. You throw your hands up into the air for exaggeration, trying your hardest to look like you’re telling the truth. “We were like, um, best friends! Like nothing happened! And the coffee server didn’t come and shoo us out! He didn’t! And Yoongi didn’t cry or apologize or anything!”
Nari sighs. “Look, Y/N. I’m only saying I believe you because if I don’t you’ll bug me forever. But seriously, as your best friends, Chohee and I hereby promise to smack Yoongi in the face and shove skunk poop up his pretty nose. Right?” she looks at Chohee expectantly.
Chohee nods. “Yep. And don’t forget about the eating facial cream and drowning in turnip juice part. Y/N, I don’t care who it is, but if they dare to hurt you I will not hesitate to knock their teeth out.”
“If they even dare to insult you in any way, I’ll help Chohee knock their teeth out. I'll do most of the work, obviously, since... actually…” Nari pauses, biting her lip as she thinks. “Maybe, if it’s Mingyu that insults you, I’ll let him go…”
Chohee smacks her arm, rolling her eyes as Nari yelling a loud “what was that for?”. “For heaven’s sake, Nari! That totally ruined the moment.”
Nari shrugs, shooting Chohee a glare. “What, are we shooting a drama or something?”
You smile, looking down into your lap as your two friends bicker and give each other friendly smacks.
Maybe, just maybe, this world wasn’t unfair to you after all- you found happiness outside of Yoongi and the world of romance.
Maybe.
~''~
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Okay. I did okay with the ending, right???? I did okay with the plot, right???? I didn't make Yoongi too horrible, right????
Right.
Okay.
Welp, anyway, remember to check my blog for updates on when part 2 is coming!
-*+ Rose +*-
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Long(-ish) time listener, first-time caller here - just wanted to say that I really love your take on Jacob, and that your taste in music is A+! Also, I come offering a few songs that I think have big Jacob vibes - "Unsainted" by Slipknot, "The Heresy" by Mushroomhead, and "Feed the Machine" by Nickelback (just trust me).
hglkghjl oh my god hi!!! how are you?? first of all thank you what the heck skjhdndkf you are absolutely too nice sjdhsdjskdf but i am glad you enjoy my stupid shit™
and i am gonna dive into these songs rn.
yes but i would like to counter with this slipknot tune [x] and also this one cause i kinda forgot about them and now im scREam? [x] GLLHKGLLHBKGLHKGLKL
holy shit yeah i love mushroomhead but it's been yEARS since i properly listened to them- like?? since you had to buy the dvd to see the music videos cauce mf TV would not play them skjdskjsk i did not even know they had new content out?? tbh ksjfkdfjdkj?? but alsoo [x] and [x] anddd its taking me aGES to answer this cause im on a trip through songs of my younger years and like THANK you!!!! i am having so much fun skjfdkdjf
oh. my god okay. it's. it is. it. has taken everything in me to type nickelback into my youtube search bar. i'm really over here like:
hgkhlgkhlghll okay but i AM listening here i go pray for me...
okay. here's the thing. if chad fucking kroeger wasn't singing this i would really like this- the guitar solo is a little extra, but i've also listened to dragonforce and completed that shit on guitar hero0 jAYSUS CHRiST- anyways! i?????????????????? am going to have a lil quick jacob inspired music romp, join me if you like!
5 bands/artists, 5 songs below the cut!! but, FIRST!!
a warning: these first three groups will be triggering and offensive in many/multiple ways! please be prepared!!
𝙺𝙾Я𝙽:
Never Never: [x] - this is particularly nice™ if you follow my he was married timeline;
Shoots And Ladders: [x] - this pertains to childhood sexual abuse i haven't even had the stomach to write about yet for the Seed boys and it's not part of my timeline currently, but. it is definitely part of my headcanons and there is not enough brain bleach for me to ever live the same ever again 🙃
All In The Family [x] - i do not think this needs any explanation but i ammmm hahahahhahahahhksjud imagining john and jake hghg;glghlhglhgljhgl
It's On! [x] - i really forgot how much i miss early 00s/late 90s rock aaand wow so much of it it very The Seeds™
Coming Undone [x] - wow how hot was jon davis kdjskjdks i mean he still is but hewlp senmdddd shheelpppshdaslkf
𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒:
The Becoming [x] - yeah 😢 it really do be like that. if you've never heard this before it can be a little... jarring, unsettling and/or painful to listen to, especially if you aren't in a good or positive headspace. there are a lot of sudden and loud mechanical/industrial type of noises as well a running background track of people screaming out in pain so... enjoy. that.... i actually?? really love this song and the entire album. it describes the fight with mental illness well in my opinion.
Mr Self Destruct [x] - it's perfect. would also very much work for Joseph but i do think this is just verrrryyy, sickeningly Jacob
I Do Not Want This [x] - this is another that is just not good if you aren't in the headspace for it
Big Man With A Gun [x] - this is just. explicit. and rude. and accurate. you're welcome.
Eraser [x] - don't listen to this if you're feeling low or not well mentally. definitely a deputy ship song.
bonus cause i can't follow rules even of my OWN making and i could go on for an embarassingly LONG time about NIN in relation to any one of my muses and sjkdnksdfns here you go:
The Perfect Drug [x] - this is a great song for any seed/deputy ship tbh but kdjkfdjfsnkfndhbf this a whole ass mf ass jacob seed ass mood and i am yelling out loud and my dogs are barking and all my cats ran awAY AaaaAaa
𝑺𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒎 𝑶𝒇 𝑨 𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏:
Violent Pornography [x] - this song makes me laugh out loud to be honest?? i am not? a sane individual
Cigaro [x] - LMAOOAHAHHAHAHSJABSDKAS UBISOFT SHOULD HAVE HIRED ME FOR THE WHITETAILS RADIO SOUNDTRACK BYEE HHHAJKDnsaf
Suite-Pee [x] - sorry but this is apparently just funny meme time now im hahjdgsfkjddgf
War? [x] - accurate meme hour continues
I-E-A-I-A-I-O [x] - glhfmlkfgmlkdfg i'mm ghlghklgkhl the absolute mutterings of a ginger madman trapped between two mountains
𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓗𝓾𝓻𝓸𝓷:
The Ghost On The Shore [x] - fricken love this song and this group
Drops In The Lake [x] - pooor ol widower. i've been toying with a universe where his wife is still clinging to life, mostly burnt and nearly dead in that old veteran's center and hahahaha this doesn't hurt at all 🥴
Long Lost [x] - this is fine. not imagining my otp. nope.
The World Ender [x] - 🤠🗡
Yawning Grave [x] - this is also a lucifer jam as fuck
𝕰𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖙 𝕸𝖔𝖘𝖘:
Silver + Gold [x] - super good ship song for character arcs; dep ship or not
Closedloop [x] - 𝒊𝒕'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 . . .
I Heard [x] - what a fuckin jam. also wow how cute is elliot?? ? wow
99 [x] - i dont have anything to say its just so accurate and so good
Without The Lights [x] - this is a very accurate interpretation of a physically and sexually abusive relationship through dance, please use caution! but this is going to be accurate for any canon type relationship with jacob or maybe even all of the seeds. personally i refuse to write any strictly non-consensual material, but i am fully aware this is more than likely something that happens. having been in similar relationships in the past this video goes on repeat a lot and i can't even begin to say how beautiful it is- i cry every single time.
"𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓼 . . ."
hoLY COW if you made it this far you deserve something dont u... hmnnn. i'm sure i have something somewhere on a hard drive
that should do sjdkjfkd ok i love youu thank you for sending me this ask akjnsfdskf i hope u are having a great day!! bye!!
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boy who cried flu
(yes I am aware of how stupid this title is leave me alone)
Peter rarely - if ever - got sick. Nobody who didn’t know him well would believe it though - he had a long track record of absences and missed assignments, despite being a 3.9 GPA student. He’s flaked from social events and parties countless times, always citing he’s not “feeling well.” It’s not technically a lie, though he does lie sometimes.
People understand physical illness - they know what it feels like to be stuck in bed with a bad cold - but mental illness? Not so much. So...he bends the truth. A professor won’t be very forgiving if you say you spent all weekend in bed because you couldn’t find the motivation to move, but say you had a bad cough? No one bats an eye.
So most people assume Peter has an awful immune system. That or he’s just a pussy who won’t leave the house with so much as a sore throat. Everyone except a select few - Simon, Ashlynn, and Alex.
Simon’d been his friend since undergrad, and they’d been roommates for a time, so he knows exactly what Peter means when he says he “doesn’t feel well.” Ashlynn is the type to show up unannounced with a quart of homemade soup. And Alex...Alex was there when things had gotten out of hand.
But just because they knew he was lying when he said he was sick didn’t mean he stopped using it as an excuse. Ashlynn, despite herself, would usually not question it. Simon wouldn’t think twice about the lie, almost taking it as a direct confession. Alex would usually get pissed off and demand some kind of proof.
They were supposed to go to the beach tomorrow - get up early and take the train together to rockaway. But somehow, for the first time in years, Peter has something more than some congestion. Something way more.
It started a few days ago, a runny nose and swollen sinuses. He slept like shit, and the next morning his throat was raw and he absolutely could not breathe through his nose. But he had class, so he took the train in and sat in his lecture and tried to keep his sniffling to a minimum. By the time he was headed home, he’d long since run out of clean tissues, so he tends to his nose with a damp scrap of napkin he found buried in his bag, his nostrils red and irritated from the abuse.
By the time he gets home, his congestion has gone from a clogged, static brick in his head to leaky, runny mess, but he’s well aware he can’t take a day off from work on his thesis, so he sits in bed working until 2 AM, one hand wiping the mess from his upper lip, the other scribbling notes in his worn out pad.
He wakes the next morning not sure when he fell asleep, his head pounding heavily behind his eyes, sinuses throbbing and inflamed. His throat feels swollen and hot, and the relentless sneezing that started the night before isn’t helping any. The two days prior, everything seemed to be concentrated in his head, but now it’s clear it’s migrating into his chest as well. Halfway through his day at work in the library, he starts to cough, wet and harsh.
It doesn’t help that his body aches like he ran a marathon, and chills are coursing through him like ice water in his veins. By the end of the day he can’t wait to finally sit down and rest. His body’s been screaming for it since the moment he got out of bed, and all day shelving books has really taken its toll.
Unfortunately, he’s got an hour long commute and lucky for him, it’s standing room only. He grips the subway pole like a lifeline, his head spins every time the train rocks. He catches a glimpse of his reflection in the darkened window - he looks awful. Bags like bruises under his eyes that are rimmed in pink and half lidded, his nose irritated and red. A coughing fit tears through him, and he tries his best to catch it in his sleeve. His knees start to tremble as he tries to take deep breaths, and he’s startled when someone taps him on the shoulder.
“You wanna sit?” the woman asks, and it takes him a minute to realize she’s offering her seat. Normally, he’d suck it up, but he’s too miserable to refuse. He mumbles a thanks, and sinks down.
It takes all his self control not to fall asleep then and there.
By the time he’s back at his building, he’s seriously doubting he can climb four flights to get to the apartment. Part of him would rather just lay down in the lobby but he knows this is the final stretch before he can climb into bed and sleep.
He’s interrupted by several fits of coughs, and by the time he’s reached the fourth floor he’s practically gasping for air, and soaked in sweat. The chills he had all day have swapped with an oppressive heat that makes him feel almost lightheaded.
Somehow, he’s quite sure, he manages to stumble to bed, stripping off his damp clothes, the cool air on his slick skin throwing him back into shaking chills. Just as he’s about to let himself be sucked into sleep, his eyes fly open. Tomorrow. 6 AM. He’s supposed to go to the beach. There is no fucking way he is going to the beach.
He texts their group chat with trembling fingers.
hey im real sick i cant go tomorrow
There’s an immediate reply from Alex.
don’t fuckin do this man. we’re going.
A text from Simon.
you’ll feel better if you leave the house, you always do.
He sighs, cursing himself for using this shitty excuse so much now no one will take him seriously.
im serious i feel like trash
Alex answers immediately.
PETER. youre not sick youre being a pussy. we’re going to the fucking beach and we’re having a good time.
Simon responds.
chill alex.
if youre depressed thats fine but maybe consider coming still it might help.
i mean i’d feel better if you came
Peter groans.
im sick. like sick sick. like flu sick.
Alex shoots back quickly.
ok then what are your symptoms?
Peter rubs his eyes, trying to relieve some of the throbbing.
fever, chills, aches, cough, runny nose, headache, tired.
There’s a moment of silence and he places his phone on his bedside table with a sigh. He’s about to go under when his phone starts to buzz. Once. Twice. Three times. He swears, grabbing it. Three texts from Alex. The first is a screenshot of the symptom list that appears when you google “flu” which just happens to be in identical order.
you need to be more creative
seriously man im not letting you miss this. we planned this months ago. dont be a dick.
Finally, Ashlynn chimes in.
you dont need to lie p, its ok if you dont wanna come.
While Peter would like to further argue that he’s not in fact lying, he just doesn’t have the energy. At this point, it doesn’t matter what they think. He’s not going - who gives a shit why? He’s able to fall asleep almost immediately, but unfortunately, he doesn’t really stay asleep.
He wakes up about every 45 minutes, coughing or shivering or burning or all three. After his fourth or fifth jolt awake he can’t for the life of him seem to get any rest. Every time he’s about to drift off, another coughing fit explodes from his chest and leaves him trembling. He’s hot, but he’s not sweating, which he realizes vaguely must mean he’s dehydrated. As the night wears on and his condition continues to worsen, he wonders if he should call an uber to take him to the ER. He can’t afford it, not in the slightest, but he’s not sure he’s ever felt this terrible before. Somehow, he remembers there’s an old thermometer in the kitchen. An old roommate had bought it thinking it would work for deep frying but didn’t realize the range only spanned from 95 to 107.
He needs to take his temperature. See how serious this actually is. He can’t remember the last time he actually ran a fever, so he’s not sure if this is just par for the course or whether this level of misery is cause for alarm.
He stumbles into the kitchen, and for once he’s glad to live in such a god-awfully tiny studio. He lands heavily against the counter, and rummages through the drawer to find the small device. After what feels like an eternity, he manages to grab it with shaking hands, fumbling with the buttons for a moment before flipping on the small kitchen light.
He sticks it under his tongue, it feels like ice. He tries to coach himself on what he’s going to do. If it’s over 100, he’ll go to the hospital. No, that’s too low. 102?Still maybe too ambitious of a goal. It’s then he realizes he’s really just trying to justify what he’s going to do anyway - save himself an ER bill and stay in bed. He’s jerked out of his thoughts when the small device beeps and he removes it carefully from under his tongue.
The display flashes 103.2. He doesn’t really know what that means but after a quick google search it’s not exactly any clearer. It’s bad, but not bad enough to cause brain damage, supposedly. Fuck it, that’s good enough for him. He climbs shakily back into bed, the small excursion has left him absolutely exhausted.
He needs medicine. He knows that. Some tylenol at the very least, but if he can barely walk to the kitchen he doesn’t know how in hell he’s getting out the door, down the stairs, to the pharmacy, and back again. So, he’ll just have to live with it.
He spends the rest of the night in and out of half-sleep, each coughing fit seeming to drive the illness deeper into his lungs. His nose has started to run again, and each rub with the already-used tissue makes his poor sensitive nostrils burn in protest.
The next morning he wakes to the harsh, deafening drone of his apartment’s buzzer system. He cracks his eyes and checks the time. 6:42 AM. Whoever the fuck it is can wait, he’d like to suffer in peace. Still, as he tries to slip back into the sleep the buzzer continues to go off and after about five minutes, he sits up in bed, fighting the wave of dizziness that washes over him. He stumbles to the keypad and presses the button that opens the lobby door, and the buzzing finally - mercifully - ceases.
He grabs a t shirt from a pile on the floor and pulls on a pair of boxers - he doesn’t know if he’d be able to stand anything more with the way his fever is raging. He sits on the edge of his bed, trying to catch his breath, quickly breaking down into another awful fit of coughs. Just as he’s finished, he hears a heavy knock on the door. Sighing, he forces himself up, padding slowly over to the door, trying not to aggravate the dizziness any further. He pulls open the door and is confused to see not an overzealous delivery person, but his three friends.
He stares dumbly for a moment before a breath catches in his throat and he breaks into thick, wet coughs. He sniffles, wiping his nose with his wrist, before looking back up at them.
“What?” he mumbles, and there’s an awkward silence.
“Shit,” Alex finally says and Peter sniffles.
“What do you want?” he repeats, surprised at the hoarse, broken quality of his voice. Does he really sound that bad? Ashlynn pushes forward, wrapping him in a tight hug. She’s short, so her face is pressed into his chest, and he stumbles back slightly.
“Oh Peter,” she whispers, and he swallows, closing his eyes. She pulls away, and he has to force them open again. She she presses a hand to his forehead. Her palm feels cool but uncomfortable against his oversensitive skin. “You’re burning up.”
“I know,” he murmurs, wishing the conversation could be over so he can go lie down and not have to explain himself to his friends. He sighs, and narrowly avoids another coughing fit. “Are you gonna come in or you just all gonna stand there?” They exchange looks. “Well?”
Ashlynn pushes past him, followed by Simon and finally Alex. Peter shuts the door and tries his best not to look as fucked up as he feels walking to sit in one of his kitchen chairs.
“What do ya’ll want?” he asks Simon and Alex, Ashlynn already digging through the medicine cabinet.
“We don’t want anything we were just concerned,” Simon says.
“Then why do you look so fucking shocked?” Peter snaps, even though he knows Simon is only telling the truth.
“Because I was 100% sure you were bullshitting,” Alex says. Peter is far too tired to get into a verbal sparring match with Alex, but he tries halfheartedly anyway.
“Still sure?” before Alex can reply Ashlynn is back with a damp washcloth and the thermometer he’d used the night before. She lays the cloth on the back of his neck, and he can’t help the small whine that escapes.
“Open,” she says, and he does. She places the thermometer under his tongue gingerly, and strokes some of his hair off his forehead. “You don’t have anything? For this?” Peter shakes his head. She presses her lips into a line. “Simon and me are gonna go out and grab some stuff, ok?”
“That’s not necessary.” His voice is almost slurred with the fever, and as if on cue the thermometer beeps. Ashlynn frowns at the reading. She shakes her head.
“Christ, Peter.” She touches his forehead again, this time with the back of her hand. “103.6 and it’s not necessary?”
“I don’wanna be lectured.”
“I’m not lecturing.” She spends another moment fussing with his hair before getting up, grabbing Simon. “We’re going to get some stuff, we’ll be back. Alex, make sure he doesn’t die, ok?” It’s clear Alex is about to protest, but Ashlynn levels him with a glare. They leave, and then it’s just Peter and Alex.
Alex stands by the door, hands in his pockets. It’s a while before either of them speaks.
“What was I supposed to think?” he finally says, and Peter tries to swallow his anger.
“I don’t know, man.” He runs a hand through his greasy, sweat damp hair. He starts to shiver again, wrapping his arms around his torso. Alex takes a careful step forward.
“You get why I wouldn’t believe you, right?”
“Yes, Alex.” The chills are now back in full force, he’s sure he must be shaking like a leaf. He wants nothing more than this conversation to be over, but Alex doesn’t seem to be getting to message.
“You never get sick. Ever. So what am I-”
“I get it. It’s fine. Just...stop talking. Please.” He’s shaking so bad he can feel his teeth chattering. He pulls his knees to his chest. He closes his eyes, praying something - anything - will warm him up. He hears footsteps and fumbling, then feels a dry, warm blanket being tucked around his shoulders. He looks up, and Alex is standing there, eyebrows furrowed.
“Do you wanna lay down or something?” The thought of climbing back into his sweat damp sheets makes him cringe, so he shakes his head. “Why not?”
“S’gross, I sweat a ton.”
Alex nods.
“Right. What about the couch? You can lay on the couch and I can do your laundry.”
Getting horizontal sounds heavenly, so he nods, and Alex touches his shoulder, quickly pulling his hand back.
“What the fuck - dude, you’re like...on fire. Shit.” He tests the side of his neck and winces. “Fuck.”
“Can you just help me?” Peter is embarrassed at how small and sick his voice sounds, and the fact he’s asking Alex of all people for help, but he knows if he tries to do it on his own he’s going to fall and crack his skull.
“Yeah, yeah, of course.” He wraps an arm around Peter’s waist, and supports him the few feet to the couch. It’s not very far but his knees go weak about halfway there and he’s glad Alex is holding him. As soon as he gets onto the couch, he curls on his side and closes his eyes. “You’re ok?” Peter nods, and Alex pats his shoulder awkwardly. “Ok. Cool. Just...stay there, I guess.” Peter can hear him starting to strip the bed.
“I was maybe gonna go for a run,” he mumbles, and Alex laughs softly.
“Definitely. Then I’ll enroll at NYU for my bachelor’s.”
“You’re just jealous you don’t have all my debt.”
“You’re right. I’ve been trying to rack up some credit card bills but so far no luck.”
Peter opens his eyes to see Alex with the bundle of sheets in his arms and the bottle of detergent. He pauses for a second, shifting from foot to foot.
“I’m sorry,” he says, and Peter swallows hard.
“I know man, it’s ok.” Alex smirks.
“Alright. Don’t die while I’m gone.”
#sickfic#oc fic#sick fic#sickfics#illness kink#snz#snz kink#fever#my writing#oc peter#oc alex#oc ashlynn#oc simon#this is probably part one lets be honest
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peter takes your virginity
pairing: peter parker x reader
type: smut // headcanon
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- so you’ve been dating peter for a hot minute & you know damn well its time for y’all to fuck
- not just timing wise, but you’ve wanted to for a while now
- peter obviously wants to too, but the lil baby won’t say so bc he doesn’t wanna make u uncomfortable in case u don’t want to.
- when you climb on his lap during make out sessions (which there are so many of), peter gets so hard & when you notice or gesture to it he gets SO embarrassed
- one time you very lightly started grinding on him & he couldn’t stop apologizing for getting a boner
- “it was an accident i swear!!”
- “peter, i would be upset if u didn’t get one.”
- like my mans is really so innocent
- so it’s gonna be a challenge.
- but sis gotta plan: peter comes over everyday after school to do homework & hang out. but today you’re gonna ‘forget’ he’s coming & fall asleep in your bed with some sexy underwear on
- girls gotta do what a girls gotta do
- you get home & practically rip your clothes off trying to get ready in time
- “wish peter was the one ripping my clothes off.” 🐸☕️
- so you put the bra & panties on & god damn do u look hot
- titties? popping. booty? thriving
- & you’re positioned in literally the most sexual position possible, like these itty bitty transparent panties are showing it ALL to whomever might walk through your door ;))
- & then it happens; peter walks in your room like usual
- “hey, y/n, do you think- woah!” peter exclaims
- you’re still fake asleep like the lil sneak bitch u are lmao
- you can feel peter’s eyes on u & know he’s staring hard
- u know that’s not all that’s hard in the room ;))
- he very gently begins to cover u up
- like a true gentlemen in peter parker fashion
- u fake wake up, “oh, peter!”
- “oh, uh, hey y-y/n.”
- “sorry i was so tired i just completely passed out after school.”
- “do u, uh, usually wear that to school?” peter asks, nervous as hell, SHOOTING HIS SHOT.
- “maybe you could find out?” you say with a lil smile.
- OH GIRL YES U REALLY DID JUST
- “i don’t know- i don’t wanna do something you’re uncomfortable with.” peter confesses to you.
- “uncomfortable?” you question. “peter i’ve been trying to get in your pants for months. you’re my boyfriend, i want this.”
- “you do??” he asks sounding surprised. & yes, he did sound very excited
- “peter, please.” you beg him, need in your voice.
- peter has never taken his shirt & jeans off faster
- he’s holding himself up on top of you while y’all making out
- he’s slowly beginning to make his way towards your jaw & down your neck. you are a moaning mess. peter is grinding just a lil & honestly, homeboy got moves.
- so you’re getting really wet so you’re starting to buck your hips up to meet his.
- “okay babygirl, i’m coming.” he tells you as he moves his mouth down to your pussy.
- ALSO
- BABYGIRL
- THAT NICKNAME
- FUCK ME IN THE ASS WITH A PLASTIC SPORK THAT IS HOT
- but peter isn’t stopping there, he’s picking you up and carrying you off the bed. you’re being slammed against the wall & peter is holding you against it while beginning to leave a trail of kisses down your thigh
- your panties are still on & are so thin & they are absolutely soaked
- peter is sucking on your clit & kissing your pussy lips through the thin fabric & you just physically cant
- “oh my god peter where did u learn to that?” you cry in between moans
- “let me make u feel good, babygirl”
- alright that’s fine we can do that
- peter finally slides your panties to the side & he just goes for it, diving his tongue inside of you. you’re not gonna last long. homeboy knows how to work that tongue
- “peter i’m gonna come.”
- “come on my face, baby.”
- YOUR INNOCENT LIL PETER BEAN SAID WHAT
- as previously stated, you did not last long. not after fuckin mr. clean himself dropped that dirty talk on u
- so peter let’s you down & you look at the bulge in his pants & it is large.
- “your turn.” you tell peter.
- “i don’t have a condom.” peter confesses.
- “i do.” you tell peter.
- “of course you do.” peter says sarcastically.
- you hand the condom to peter & he slips it over his length
- you’re lying on the bed again
- “are you sure about this? we don’t have to?” peter tells you.
- he’s so caring & always wanting to make sure you’re comfortable
- “i want this peter.” you remind him.
- he slides into you so gently & you expected some pain but honestly shit slaps
- “peter you can move.” you tell him.
- he begins to rock back forth, just barely pulling the tip out before sliding back in
- he’s constantly asking you if you’re okay
- you’re constantly telling him that it feels amazing
- “am i doing okay?” peter asks worriedly
- “you’re doing great.” you tell him.
- but soon the pleasure is getting too much to handle again
- “faster peter.”
- “are you sure?”
- “peter. i want you to fuck me.”
- & so he was off to races
- slamming into you; hard, fast, deep. dick game so strong stg
- “fuck right there.” you moan
- “you’re so tight.” peter tells you.
- “peter i’m gonna come again.”
- “not until you’re screaming my name.”
- BITCH WAS HE RIGHT
- he starts rubbing circles on your clit
- making you feel sum type of way
- you are SCREAMING his name
- your orgasm is ripping through you
- “mmm, fuck, y/n” peter moans & bites his lip as he reaches his climax.
- soon peter is collapsing besides you, your naked bodies breathing heavily together after both of your first times.
- “so how was it?” peter asks you
- “same time tomorrow?” you reply
- “i’ll be there.” peter agrees.
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#peter parker hc#peter parker fluff#peter parker imagine#peter parker x reader#peter parker headcanon#peter parker smut#peter parker angst#peter parker au#peter parker fanfiction#peter parker fic#peter parker#spider man fluff#spider man fic#spider man fanfiction#spider man#spiderman angst#spiderman imagine#spiderman smut#spiderman#tom holland hc#tom holland fic#tom holland x reader#tom holland fluff#tom holland smut#tom holland angst#tom holland imagine#tom holland#tom holland fanfiction#avengers smut#avengers fic
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Road To Hell .
Date: Saturday, January 2020
Key: TW Drug Relapse , @dallas-micheal
Sober/Clean: 0 days.
Luke: Everything was still, but Luke's mind had been racing. The days and nights had melted together and no matter how fast the world was moving around him, it felt as if his body was glued to the car seat. His nose was on fire, dry, but craving for more substances to inflame his nose was all he needed. Reaching for his phone, he grunted to himself. No service, no drugs. "Fuck." Luke forced himself up, his pulse rising, the world spinning, and the only thing he could think of was his cravings. That was when the lightbulb hit him. Luke forcefully pulled up the floor liner on his passenger side, a small plastic baggie with white powder taking over his thoughts. Within the next seconds, his body went into autopilot, drawing the line and praying for some kind of comfort to avoid the withdraw.
Dallas: It was odd when his right hand didnt answer his texts. Even more odd when he wouldnt answer his calls. Dallas left a few messages for Luke, letting him know Becky was on the lookout and everyone was wondering where Degrassis resident playboy had went. He knew if Luke wanted to be found then the boy would let people know of his presence. "Im gonna head for a walk," Dallas called out into the abyss of the Torres home, knowing someone heard him before he left. Ever since the Vanessa drama, and not having Luke around to discuss and distract. He was left to his own devices, and going for a walk seemed like his best and favorite option. It had been about half an hour when Dallas decided that he should probably head back home, but as he turned the corner to go the back route home, a familiar sight caught his eye. He would've recognized that car anywhere, but why was it in this neighborhood. As he started walking towards the car, he realized someone was in the car. "Luke!" He called out as he neared the same the vehicle
Luke: He could hear his name in the distance, but Luke was too transfixed in his own mind to let himself be bothered. His body relaxed into the chair, the numbness in his body grabbing onto his body. Luke had missed this feeling. The world was quiet. The fighting in his head had finally silenced and he was safe inside his own head, but it would come at a cost. First he had images of Fiona at first to comfort him, to carry him into safer dreams, but he knew better than that. The safer dreams needed to erase Fiona, Becky, anyone who mattered for that fact to fully feel everything. All he had was darkness, that's what he wanted.
Dallas: He scrunched his brows when no one responded, he kept walking towards the car. He realized the drivers door was popped open as he got closer. "Luke," He spoke as he finally made his way towards the door. Eyes immediately training on the little baggie sat on the passengers seat. "Fuck," He spoke as he looked down at his friend, he knew all to well where the boy was in his high. He shook his head as he quickly grabbed the baggie and shoved it. He spoke quickly, trying to get eye contact with his friend. He was supposed to help this from happening, he tried to help the boy. And had done decently up until this point, or so he had thought.
Luke: The cool breeze threw Luke off as the figure was speaking out to him. He simply nodded I response to his best friend. Or at least what he believed was his best friend. Everything was bright and in focus despite the darkness of the night, but he couldn't pull his friends face or name from his mind. Only Dallas' voice was able to reach to Luke. A sniffle as he reached over to make another line. His eyes widen not being there. "Fuckin' hell. Where'd I put it," he whispered mainly to himself. "You got it right? You saw where it was?" His thoughts weren't on anything else but riding this high out. He felt his inner self screaming in the back of his mind, but the urge was too strong. "Come on, man. I just need one more bump."
Dallas: He shook his head at his friend, the boy barely knew what was happening besides his next fix. The boy was already high as a kite, "What you need is to move over so I can drive us out of this place," He stopped himself from calling the boy a fucking idiot. He knew the history, why it was his kryptonite. He understood the thrill of the drug, he was lucky to not get to the same point as Luke, at least with the ivory powder. "We'll go to my place," He didnt have his keys on him, but Luke was given a key to his place the day his mom met him. "We can chill there and Ill let you have all the bumps,"
Luke: "Just lemme get one more on the way there," Luke spoke erratically. He didn't feel in control of his body as he lifted out of the car. Instead of walking around the car, Luke forced himself into the back seat, laying on his back forcing to stare at the car roof. The drive wouldn't take long, but Luke didn't know that. He barely knew where he was right now and all he could focus on was the next line. "Lemme get just one before we get there. Just something small to keep the edge off."
Dallas: Dallas got in the car quickly starting it and pulling out, checking on Luke through the rear view, "You'll be fine, its a couple minutes. Do you know how long you been gone?" He quizzed, already assuming the boys answer. If it had been anything like how Dallas found him then he definitely didn't even know the time of day let alone day of the week. "I got some shit to tell you when we get there. As always its about Vanessa, I already know what youll say," He tried to discuss anything but the drugs, hoping it would at least distract the boy.It had been a while since he'd done anything, now Dallas was just wondering what ignited it.
Luke: Luke's face turned confused at the question. "Uh, depends? Is the dance still going on?" His brain was fuzzy with the timeline and he felt like he was forgetting something. Or someone? "Was I supposed to do something?" He hadn't thought he was gone from the Match Dance that long, but then again the amount of sunrises he had seen and forgotten made him think differently. "I always liked you and V. She smells like vanilla and made you less of a dick," Luke laughed to himself. "Your game was better too. Maybe it was the lack of V from V," he continued his laugh even distracting him from himself.
Dallas: Dallas furrowed his brows, remembering someone saying Luke left them at the dance, "Its about a week later buddy, and I think you may be right about forgetting someone. Cant remember who," He shrugged as he pulled onto his road, the familiarity hitting him immediately. Dallas couldnt help the chuckle that left his mouth, "She smells like vanilla with a hint of citrus, but only if you're close enough," He failed to mention the light leather scent she held due to the countless jackets she owned, and the lettermans she borrowed. "She always had twisted ways of getting me to focus," He chuckled lightly, before a frown over took his features, "Unfortunately, she needs time for herself," He sighed as he pulled into his driveway, parking the car. "I get it and all, but I just fucking got her back into my life,"
Luke: "A week?" Luke raised an eyebrow. The time couldn't have been passed through that much, could it have? "She needs time alone or you let her push her away?" Luke called him out. Luke didn't know much, but even in his mind he had clarity about things sober Luke didn't want to speak about. "Fi did something stupid when I let her be alone. Don't let it happen to her either. You don't wanna see her like that," he said lowly. The mention of Fiona shook Luke's head. He didn't want to think about her right now. Her face began flushing in his mind with disappointment and replaying the night before she was hospitalized. All that guilt and hurt circling back, fixating on his mind. "Fuck, gimme the baggie." Luke's voice more forceful. "I need it."
Dallas: "She just said she isn't herself and she inst that happy. She cant be with me if she doesn't know herself type of thing i guess," He turned as he heard the shift in Lukes tone. "You good? Whats going through your mind?" He could see a few different emotions crossing his face but couldn't make em all out. "Lets head inside," He got outta the car, making his way to the door to unlock it. If he got Luke inside first, it'll be a lot easier to keep him there for a bit of time. At least to try and detox him before bringing him home.
Luke: "And you just /left/? Sounds like a cry for help, but what do I know," Luke replied, chuckling. The laughter echoed in his head even though he had stopped being audible with it. He just needed a sound to get Fiona's image out of his head. "Just give me my damn drugs." Luke's voice was aggressive as he leaned up from his the backseat. Against his own mind, Luke's body followed Dallas' words only for the powder he was holding. He was hard on his feet, heavy in his steps as he made his way to the Torres' residence. The last thing he needed was a lecture from Audra so he remained quiet without being told sold. Luke's sniffling had become heavy now, "I did what you asked. Draw me a line, would'ja."
Dallas: "I didnt know what else to do Luke. The love of my life was telling me she couldnt be with me and I panicked. Shes the only girl ive ever loved and honestly more than likely will ever love," He thought about Lukes words, he knew he needed to eventually talk to her about the situation. But he also assumed she wanted her space for a little bit, and honestly he needed his too. Dallas sighed as he pulled the baggie from his pocket. "How bout I indulge with you? A little bro bonding,"
Luke: "Look, dumbass, the love of my life told me the same thing. I left her alone and next thing i knew she had drank herself to the bottom of the staircase. I'm not letting you make the same mistake," Luke spoke trying to reason. All he could see in his mind right now was Fiona in that hospital bed and it was beginning to eat at him. He wanted to forget, he needed to forget. The drug must have been wearing off because he was beginning to see clearly again. The baggie made the "Yeah, yeah man. It'll help you forget her. Help us forget them both," he spoke quickly. It was beginning to hurt and at this point he'd say whatever. "You won't think about her or any of them, just one line."
Dallas: "So that's what really happened. I knew she didn't go to Paris," He shook his head as he took the baggie out of his pocket. Opening it, he glanced at Luke noticing him looking in the opposite direction before he "accidentally" dropped the baggie all into the carpet. "Fuck!" He said loudly trying to play it off as if the bag slipped. "They need to put fucking grips on these things,"
Luke: "Call your fucking girlfriend." Luke's eyes stayed focus on the bagging until he thought he had heard footsteps. In that quick second everything had turned red. The powder was completely on the floor and he was on his knees trying to pick any trace up. The rage grew on his face as he snarled up at Dallas. "You need to get me more! I can't... I can't go back," he rambled. "You gotta help me man. You gotta get me more."
Dallas: "Im sorry it slipped!" He had never seen the amount of anger on Lukes face as he had in that moment. He knew he couldnt go get him more, let alone leave him by himself. "Sit," He spoke calmly, pointing to the spot on the opposite end of the couch. "Do you think if I call her she'll actually answer? I did leave her in the middle of the a diner, " He silently begged that he would just forget, and focus on the conversation.
Luke: He could only sink into the seat, knowing the inevitable was coming. "Ask yourself the same thing, if she called would you answer?" he replied. Luke was stubborn and impulsive, but the one thing you couldn't say about him was he didn't know how to treat people he loved, well not in this mindstate anyway. "If you're gonna make me suffer, can you at least get me a beer to try and ride this?" It was a shallow statement, only needing him away from a quick moment so he can try to save everything that was on the carpet.
Dallas: "Fair point," He looked at his phone that was sat on the edge of the table. He had stopped himself many times in the past couple days from picking it up and texting her. "You think Momma Dallas has alcohol? Funny," He chuckled, after his dad went away his mom decided that alcohol was the reason, and no more would be allowed. "I may have a bottle of vodka in my room if you wanna go check," He shrugged, " Not positive however," He grabbed the television remote, turning it on and switching the HDMI so they could use the PlayStation.
Luke: only shook his head, knowing he was going to have to find a whole new stash all on his own. His eyes just stayed focus on carpet, not even noticing Dallas turning his attention to the tv. He could feel the comedown happening, his mind leaving high alert and his body trying to avoid the mania that was coming. He leaned back into the couch, just ready tp let the suffering kick in.
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alright well i work best under pressure so given that i now have an hour and 20 minutes before i start a voice call with someone i think it’s the perfect time to do that one video analysis so i can actually start finishing up that maya post... man i really should’ve pumped that shit out earlier, but i kept procrastinating until we got new info. then more new info. and i mean we DO have lots of new updated info, bc i have a whole thing in there about Punk girl i gotta edit out now lmao
anyway
Zane Flynt? this trailer killed me, it’s the only thing i’ve watched all day. like. on repeat.
ive said it before and ill say it again, 3 months ago i call zane attractive on reddit and get ridiculed but then we find out he’s an irish bastard and everyone jumps on the fuck train
anyway
elpis is looking good and not explody/teleporty, so that’s always a good sign
so the locale plus the twang immediately had me thinking of lynchwood but that’s not right
the bar itself looks a lot like that mine area we see, so i’d be willing to guess it’s nearby, you know, if it’s an area in the game at all lmao
like the windows are similar plus the wood
the bar itself is giving me some mixed signals here, but im gonna bet it was taken over by the CoV from the crimson raiders (recruitment banner, but then the CoV logo is on the wall/screen over there)
That, plus the rose on the counter next to Zane seems sus
another mine looking building in the back
also lmao
it’s time to enter the BONEEEE ZONNEEE
no more DAHL dumpsters? F
okay this area looks super familiar
that plus the varkids, this is 100% the same place as this
which is interesting
looks like Zane’s been hanging out on Pandora for a while... kinda upset we didn’t hear about his brothers at all in this trailer, but it was still fuckin hilarious and well worth the wait
those canisters? vats? look like the ones near the burger launcher vid hang on
also some in the back here
so yeah more than likely the same area
also
`lines up the perfect shot`
`completely missed both shots`
lovey, bravo, champagne, sloooow clap
anyway i’d wager this is an old dahl mining camp? probably mining for iridium
you can see the
conveyor belt thingie here
and also all the minecarts and rails are very reminiscent of the caustic caverns
which probably would have dropped iridium into the vat below it, if said vat wasn’t tipped over onto its side
more shots of the building he’s in
closeup of the rails. which, weird as it sounds, is really great to see because sometimes in bl2 and even tps when you got super close up to a texture, it wouldn’t look too hot, even on the best settings. the textures in 3 are so CRISP i love them
varkid 🤮 i hate bugs. model looks fantastic tho! i just... hate bugs
see the camera is flipped upside down, so miles this cultist is not falling, he’s rising- he’s being lifted up
how nice
im getting percy jackson flashbacks here. this is 100% how clarisse shoved percy into the toilet, right?
with the way the cultist isn’t even trying to get out im afraid zane just shoved a corpse into the dook hut. i mean all the power to ya, man
he’s stuck
also
this building in the back is new
i won’t say it
you know what im thinking
i won’t say it
i promise
~smile~
there’s also what i think is a smiley face sticker on the wall to his right
water physics lookin fine 👌
also the way zane jumps back. bonelesspotter i know you read these, are you picking up what i’m putting down?
MAGIC CUP MAGIC CUP ALL HAIL
see the lack of drink is supposed to parallel hi s lack of companio- im sorry hahahaaha i can’t do this
rose. it’s a SIGN
there’s so much going on in the background here lemme just
im sitting here like >:( because i know i’ve seen that type of wall before and for the life of me can’t remember where
my brain is screaming sanctuary
the actual middle piece looks super familiar
is that what they attach the out of bounds turrets to? possibly.
this bit
also it looks like there’s a dam or something in the back back?
tbh im a lot more interested in the skyway all the way at the top, it reminds me a lot of bloodshot ramparts
cuz it also used to be a skyway
also zane is doing his pose for the main menu screen of the game
and i would say it’s possible this could’ve been the main menu, but the cliff is different, and there’s supposed to be a boxcar/shipping crate on the right (as when u go to options it moves over to it)
more vats! what is the deal with this mine? why is it featured so heavily in this video gearbox tell me your s e c r e t s
you’d think, with zane being the one who’s been around the proverbial block over his years, he’d be on multiple planets throughout his entire trailer. but like 80% of it is pandora. maybe the other VHs are getting featured on other planets? at least he has a reason to be on pandora outside of the main story (maybe looking for his brothers, maybe trying to piss on their graves, who knows)
i don’t know what he’s reaching for but uh
perhapeth the blades are activated by swinging his arm out? could be a hold over from when they were like... actual metal blades and needed to be knocked out into position
i love that he returns the wave after shoving this guy off the cliff
it’s not like he can see you man
go off i guess though
some bar on eden-6 (finally! a new planet!) also i like that the theme here is zane getting into fights in bars. good shit boys
get wrecked kid
i really like the design of this building. i love the windows. maybe part of jakobs manor? looks like maybe it’s a greenhouse or smth given it’s in this garden/courtyard area
which should look somewhat familiar
looks very similar to this area, but it doesn’t look like there’s a building on the left in this shot. maybe they added it in for the trailer 🤷♂️
the trees behind the big one (and next to the iron wrought fence) match up perfectly tho
i just really like this shot ngl
i love these fuckign expressions i cant
Friend
okay im sorry here’s a smiley boy
the facial animations are so fucking good this time around
that is all i am doing.
just appreciating the new animations.
SOMEONE HELP THIS TINY MAN HE’S TRAPPED IN A SQUARE
fuck dude we didn’t deserve this man
MAGIC CUP MAGIC CUP ALL HAIL
seriously tho, the glass is gone. idk where it went. im just gonna pretend he was practicing that one iconic Kingsman scene while talking to himself and providing us with flashbacks
manners.
maketh.
man.
also this is my new favorite reaction image
it’s ‘perfect in every way’
you want more booze?
what are your thoughts on the new guns?
where’d you hide the body?
(it’s in the dumpster)
also unlike the magic cup
the rose is still here
Cultist coming to see why the windows of their bar are glowing neon yellow and blue im sure
>shit
it’s cool to know the clone can actually emote
given in the So Happy Together it was basically an expressionless blue demon
still no cup. all hail
some more CoV graffiti!
boops
i am sad we didn’t get to see zoomer in this video at all
zoomer is cute
i like zoomer
anyway
that’s all for the trailer folks
i love the implication that he’s just sitting in this empty CoV bar, talking to himself, waiting for someone to notice and come confront him so he can kick their asses.
anyway this post 100% wasn’t an excuse to rewatch the entire trailer frame by frame or anything
maya post coming soon! wahoo
also i have 10 minutes left lmao nice
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Anxiety is more harmful than Deceit [A ramble because I can, also SPOILERS]
Ok, so.
At the beginning of Sanders Sides, i enjoyed all the characters. Obviously i had my dislikes and likes. I´ve comment before that i dont like Patton and Roman that much, I enjoy their antics and their characteristics, and i know they try their best. The problem i have is that they do not take some things too seriously, well... just Patton, Roman is actually getting more serious so i dont mind him a lot. But Patton is always trying to light up the mood when everything CLEARLY IS FUCKING FALLING INTO PIECES.
Logan has been my favorite so far, of course he has his moments like when he cannot understand whats going on and pretends to not have feelings but then i remember who he is. He needs to be serious. He reminds me a lot of me, with explosive anger and all, although he has that ¨I am better than you¨ vibe that i dont like (Im not egotistical, im more selfish, pretty sure thats different)
Now Anxiety... Everyone loves a good villain. I understand that Thomas wanted to...redeem him? But i dont think that was good.
When Accepting Anxiety came out i was surprised. ¨why would you redeem mental illness?¨ My opinion has a lot to do with me projecting so bare with me: I have social anxiety and depression. Anxiety has been the death of me since i was little. If i was late at class, i could not enter the classroom out of fear of everyone laughing, i could not defend myself from people, i could not talk to my parents bout how teachers were screaming at me and inflicting physical pain at me because i would think they would laugh or get mad at me.
It was a shitshow.
Im an adult now and i still get overwhelm with something similar (More like... I think someone will get inside my house or in my classroom and will kill everyone, but my depression always hits me like hMmmmmmidontcare)
Anxiety during his time in screen, has acted rough and then started to act a bit better towards others. Sure he has his times like the Christmas Halloween episode in which he tried to scare everyone and such. But... Anxiety is still bad. As a character, sure he is cool and adorable in my opinion, but as the mental illness he is, he is fucking awful. Scare the living crap out of someone because of no fucking reason? What the hell? Why would anyone like to live with that? I understand accepting that thats part of you and it might never leave is a next step to get healthy and its way better than denying but it doesnt take the fact that its horribly to leave in constant fear of everything.
WHATS THAT SHADOW I SEE THERE? A MURDERER? A GHOST? A MONSTER? WHATS IN MY DRINK? DID SOMEONE RUFFIED IT?
IS SOMEONE FOLLOWING ME? IS SOMEONE OUTSIDE MY WINDOW? IS SOMEONE KILLING SOMEONE? IS SOMEONE TRYING TO ROB THE HOUSE? IS SOMEONE TRYING TO GET INSIDE THE HOUSE? IS SOMEONE INSIDE MY HOUSE WITHOUT ME KNOWING? ARE THEY HIDING SOMEWHERE?
Ive fucking lived with those types of thoughts constantly, pretty sure the character of Thomas would think shit like this. How is that helpful? They tried to point out the goods of Anxiety, i still think its a shit show that you had to check at least 5 times if you close the door, 5 times if you grabbed your wallet, 5 times if you had the keys of your home and other 5 times to see if you made sure you check the whole house in search of someone that might be living there without you knowing (ok that one was just me, I constantly check the whole house because i started hearing noises and then my dog barks and then the doors close and open and i get paranoid and all SEE HOW IT ISNT FUNNY? NOR COOL IF ANXIETY IS JUST SEEN AS THE FUCKIN MENTAL ILLNESS?)
Now Deceit, he is the lying part of one self. Deceit was probably the one making Thomas lie to himself bout Anxiety but in the video... Deceit made a point: ¨Is it me the one who is making you sin or did you convince yourself that i was all me?¨ One of the errors Thomas is making is viewing Deceit as something else, something out of him, not seeing the possibility of him being a liar. Deceit is trying to make him look its ok to be a liar because everyone lies, Logan even said that in Can LYING be good? Anxiety is constantly there trying to fuck your day up, but Deceit? He appears in times of need, because he functions too as self preservation, he tries to give Thomas certain ways to keep his friends so he doesnt loose them. In the video Selfishness vs Selflessness he actually ask a normal question: DO YOU WANT THE PART OR NOT? Deceit not only wants Thomas to be truth to himself, he wants him to see the path been told by Patton isnt the only one. And Ok maybe he was a bit tough and less direct, I think Deceit needs to work on his communication skills, but he did tried to make it is easy to understand, not only that Deceit actually tried to listen too. When Logan said bout which will be more harmful to Thomas and said loosing the wedding Deceit was surprise but kept asking so he could understand. I know he had an agenda but the agenda was, in his point of view, to serve Thomas.
Anxiety was always trying to not let him be listen because he hates him a lot. He didnt tried to put something useful in the table, he just didnt want Deceit there. (If Logan was there they could have probably get a more suitable decision.) Let´s not forget that people tend to lie more when they are anxious to get out of situations, so if Thomas tends to lie it would have been due to desperation, not knowing which else to decide. He even was fine on lying because he really wants to go to the Callback, IF HE WENT TO THE WEDDING HE WOULDNT EVEN PAID ATTENTION, THATS NOT NICE.
Anxiety does not help as much as everyone makes it look like, by fearing loosing friends it harms Thomas more than whatever Deceit was saying. Being selfish from time to time isnt harmful, it is by nature. And maybe lying wasnt even the point to Deceit, he just wanted to make sure Thomas knew he could be selfish and that´d be ok. From all Sanders Sides, we havent seen Thomas take care of himself properly, maybe that´s why Deceit has shown up.
#its a bit messy#but im tired#i have to go to my class#and my back hurts#whatever#anxiety#deceit#sanders sides#thomas sanders
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Chapter 9: Bits and Pieces
I wanna say too with the upcoming release of a new character, they will be the last survivor added into this story. The other ones will be coming out too late for me to really want to keep fitting them in.
Dwight took a deep breath, laying on the hospital bed. It didn’t take the staff long to get him a gown he could wear while they cleaned up his normal clothes. He had plenty of time to think about what he was going to do next. The police officer that had stopped by assured him he wouldn’t have to worry about the legal consequences his job was going to face, and that he would be compensated sufficiently. That eased the worry of money when everything was sorted out, but there was still time between then and now that Dwight had to worry about.
He knew he couldn’t stay at the hospital longer than he needed, and he was fine enough to leave. Maybe not mentally, but would anyone be after the Entity’s realm? When a nurse walked in with his clothes folded in a neat pile, he nodded to her in thanks. She didn’t stay a moment longer, more than likely to allow him to change in private. It felt good to be in clothes that were actually clean, not caked in dirt and blood. He sat on the bed again, trying to think about where he could go.
The slip of paper Jack handed to him was on the bedside table. I could always call him, right? No, I can’t just impose like that. I hardly know him. He was interrupted from his thoughts by the sound of the door opening.
“Mr. Fairfield, how are you feeling?”
The doctor’s voice was gentle, obviously not trying to startle him. Dwight simply shrugged.
“I’m alright. Just a lot to work out. Am I.. clear to go?”
The doctor nodded after a moment of hesitation.
“Yes, you’re perfectly healthy physically. If you feel ill at any point that isn’t your normal cold or flu, see us immediately.”
Dwight nodded, trying to give as reassuring of a smile as he could.
“I will. Thank you.”
The doctor turned to walk out, leaving Dwight to leave whenever he was ready. He stared at the now closed door, taking a deep breath and getting up to head out. He knew he’d have to go at some point, but he still had no idea where he’d even go. How much has even changed in two years? He figured he’d have to do some exploring, and that was at least something he could spend a lot of time on.
It felt strange to wander around what Dwight always knew as home. Most of the buildings were the same ones, but others were vastly different. This was going to be an experience.
The receptionist idled her time, checking over appointments and making sure that each was scheduled and properly notified when the phone rang. She looked at the area code, blinking at the number. Where even is that from? She picked up the phone and barely even opened her mouth when the voice shouted from the other end.
“I don’t need any appointment, ‘M askin’ if a ‘Dwight Fairfield’ is there.”
She blinked in surprise, tilting her head.
“And who am I speaking to?”
“A friend of ‘is. He there or not?”
“Sir, I can’t-”
“Fuckin’ christ, I just need to know if he’s there, and I know you can tell me that kinda shit.”
The receptionist sighed quietly.
“Give me a moment to check, please.”
“I got all day.”
Pretentious asshole. She held the phone between her head and shoulder, typing in the name to sift through the records of patients.
“...No, we don’t anymore, he-”
“Anymore?”
Be patient, don’t get irritated.
“That’s correct. He was released earlier today.”
“Where the hell did he go?”
“Sir, I don’t know that information. You’d have to talk to him.”
“God fucking-, fine, thanks anyway.”
Click.
David groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. The hotel room he was staying in was comfortable enough, but he would definitely rather be heading out to find Dwight. He really had no idea where to go, and even then only had a vague idea of the area where Dwight lived. He never really got specifics, but the news thankfully had given enough details for him to find out.
Where would Dwight even go? The question tugged at his mind constantly. David knew he was lucky enough to always have a consistent place to stay; considering how wealthy his family was already. That, and the money he had earned himself was more than substantial. He couldn’t stand being idle in the hotel room anymore, instead deciding to head out and just see what he could find.
The town was small, at least compared to where he grew up. The buildings were nowhere near as clustered together, and he could very easily walk without having to shoulder his way past anybody. Nice little place. He kept his hands in his pockets, aimlessly wandering around the town’s streets. He knew he could easily walk around the entirety of the town’s main street and never get tired. Surely someone would know of him, at least?
Never hurt to check.
Dwight was exhausted. He thankfully still had some money on him, but nowhere near enough to last him long if he wasn’t careful. The sun was setting now, and Dwight knew better than to stay out past a certain time. His hometown wasn’t particularly dangerous, but he’d rather not take any chances he didn’t have to. He tracked down the nearest phone he could use, glad that the town hadn’t gotten rid of the age old payphones yet. Some things never change.
He pulled out the scrap of paper, putting quarters into the phone and dialing the number. Please pick up.
“Hello?”
Thank god.
“Hi, uh, is this a bad time?”
“Dwight? No, it’s not, how are you holding up?”
“I-I’m doing well. Uhm…”
Damn it, not now!
“I was hoping, if it’s alright of course, if… you knew of a place I could stay for the night? I don’t really have that set up yet.”
Fear quickly surged, this was stupid, I shouldn’t have asked, I should’ve just stayed in the hospital-
“Sure! Where are you? I’ll come pick you up as soon as I can. I do live a bit out of town, so it’ll take me a bit.”
“Uh, corner of Main and 3rd. The payphone outside of the hardware store.”
“Is that- wait, I know where you are. Sit tight, alright?”
“Yeah, and thanks.”
“No problem at all! I’m not the kinda guy to leave someone hanging like this. Should take me about twenty minutes. See ya then.”
The phone clicked, and Dwight put it back and headed outside of the box. Now it was just a matter of waiting. That won’t be so bad. Just twenty more minutes. Even still, the encroaching fog made him feel the familiar senses of fear and panic. Everything’s fine, it’s just chilly tonight. The fog doesn’t mean anything anymore.
Despite that, he was incredibly anxious. It was all too familiar, to feel the cold, eerie chill before being sent to a game of death by cruel meathook, or rarely by the hands of the Killer themselves. The silence was so eerie, but he preferred it over the sounds he typically heard of the Entity. He didn’t know how much time had passed by now; his watch was horribly off. His heart started to race in his chest as more time passed, and he swore he had the unmistakable feeling of someone watching him. Michael?
He darted his attention around, suddenly paranoid that he was actively being stalked by the masked Killer. He wouldn’t be able to clearly tell in the fog, especially with it being so dark. He pressed his back against the phone box, at least alleviating one direction he had to be wary about. He was still concerned about the other surroundings, heart leaping to his throat when he saw a silhouette in the fog.
He immediately moved to another side of the phone box, hiding behind it. No, no no no, it can’t be him, right? He had no idea what he was going to do. I could actually die! Fear seized him again, eyes widened in panic.
The honk of a car made him scream. When the window of the driver’s side rolled down, he was relieved to see Jack with Coach in the bed of the pickup truck.
“Hey, sorry for taking a while. You okay?”
Dwight nodded.
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m okay. Just, thought I saw someone in the fog.”
Jack looked into the fog, then back to Dwight.
“I’m not sure if I see anybody. It might be a trick of the fog, like when you feel something crawling on your arm and there’s nothing actually there.”
He shrugged, then gestured to the passenger door.
“You can hop in shotgun, or in the back with Coach, if you want.”
Dwight nodded, quickly jogging around the truck to get in the passenger seat.
“Thanks again, really. I should’ve sorted out a place to stay earlier, but… I didn’t really think about it.”
Didn’t have the courage to face the issue, I mean. He sighed in relief at the warmth of the car.
“Hey man, it’s no problem, really. Like I said, I’m not gonna leave someone hanging. I did get to reading the news, too. Apparently, you’re a big deal around here now.”
Oh no.
“R-Really? Why me?”
Jack looked over with a raised eyebrow, driving the route he knew almost by heart.
“You went missing for two years, and then show up again covered in blood. I’ve seen reporters all over town trying to figure out what they can about what happened.”
“It’s nothing, really. I just… got lost. Really lost. It’s, hard to explain.”
Dwight shifted awkwardly in the seat. Jack reached over to pat Dwight’s shoulder.
“It’ll turn out fine, I think. I’m pretty sure the excitement will die down after a few weeks.”
A few weeks too long. He nodded, leaning back in the seat.
“I’m not exactly a guy that wants to be in the spotlight of anything. I just… wanna get back to my life.”
“Can’t blame ya. I’m not a flashy guy either, I just like doing what I do without too much problem. Puts me at ease to work with the animals I raise. Not sure if I ever mentioned it, but I work on my sister’s ranch. She started getting more and more work, and I said I’d help her out wherever I can. It’s nice and quiet most of the time.”
Dwight couldn’t help a small smile.
“Yeah, sounds nice.”
They fell into silence as the road veered off into a dirt road. The ranch was bigger than Dwight expected, and much more quiet.
“Alright, here we are.”
He quickly parked the truck and got out, Coach obediently hopping out and following close at Jack’s heels. Dwight followed behind them, still anxious about the fog. Reminds me of Coldwind.
The door to the house swung open, and Dwight was instantly met with a chorus of barking dogs.
“Down, boys!”
A young woman, Jack’s sister, walked in from the kitchen in pajamas.
“Come on, you mutts. Bed time.”
She paid little attention to Dwight, instead dragging several of the dogs away by their collars. Jack turned to grin at Dwight.
“She’s a little blunt, but nice. I promise. Come on, lemme show you a spare room you can use.”
Dwight silently followed Jack, looking around at all the details of the house. It was a nice place, but was definitely far too large for just two people.
“There we go. Bathroom is at the end of the hall.”
Dwight turned his attention back to Jack when the door opened, noting how simple the room was. Guess a spare room isn’t gonna be decorated too much. He walked in and started undoing the tie he still had on, nodding to Jack.
“Thanks, honestly. I know I keep saying it, but, I really appreciate it.”
“Not a problem, Dwight. Lemme know if you need anything, my room’s the first door on the left there.”
He pointed at the door that had countless scratches at the bottom.
“Coach gets real antsy to get in my room sometimes, especially when he was a puppy. Pretty easy to tell which room is mine because of it.”
Dwight nodded, his question pre-emptively answered. Jack turned to head to his room, Coach sitting beside it as if on cue. He suddenly stopped as Dwight turned to put the tie on the nearest nightstand.
“I just realized, you don’t have any spare clothes, do you?”
Dwight blinked, shaking his head.
“No, actually. I’m… not sure what happened to most of my stuff.”
“Here, let me get you some pajamas to wear. That should be more comfortable than that stuff you’re wearing now.”
“It’s okay, really! I-I don’t wanna impose more than I am.”
“Don’t worry about it! I think they’ll fit you fine.”
Before Dwight could say anything more, Jack was gone and getting spare clothes from his room. Dwight sat on the bed and waited patiently, taking the time to reset his watch to the correct time. It was already 11:45, and he knew he’d have an interesting day ahead of him tomorrow. Jack came back quickly with oversized, flannel pajamas.
“Here’s an old set I don’t wear anymore. It’s a little big, but it should still fit.”
Dwight nodded, carefully taking the pajamas.
“Thanks again.”
Jack nodded, closing the door and leaving Dwight to his privacy. It’s better than a formal shirt and stiff pants. He quickly changed and got into the bed, putting his glasses on the nightstand and leaving his clothes in a pile beside it. Wait, that’d be rude, wouldn’t it? He quickly got up to fold his shirt and pants, then place them neatly on top of the nightstand.
He took a deep breath, covering his eyes with his arm as he lay on his back. I have no idea what I’m even doing. I’ll just, worry about it tomorrow. He closed his eyes, trying to settle to sleep.
David swore as he got back to his hotel room. How the fuck does no one know where this guy is? He nearly threw himself onto his bed, irritated at jet lag messing up his entire sleep schedule. Instead of sleeping, he sat against the pillows scouring through anything he could find on his phone. Nothing was particularly helpful, and that only served to irritate him more. He groaned loudly in annoyance, looking over to the clock. Only 4:30, really? He sighed, getting up and heading to the bathroom. Might as well take a shower.
When he got out, it was just barely 5 am. He groaned again, rubbing his eyes and grabbing a towel to dry off his hair. He wasn’t even quite sure what he was going to do, but anything was better than staying in the hotel room. He quickly got dressed and headed out, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. The streets were entirely empty, only a few signs of life from places that were open all hours of a day.
He was quickly starting to get used to the town, easily finding his way around. There wasn’t much that was particularly interesting, but he never failed to find something to do, even if it was something mundane. There’s gotta be at least something, it’s all over the news, isn’t it? He sighed as he wandered into the nearest store, mindlessly looking around to distract himself.
At 6, David opted to head back to the hotel and get something to eat. It was better than wandering around with absolutely nothing to do. What even did Dwight do around here for fun? He shook his head, taking his time eating breakfast. He wasn't surprised that hardly anyone else was awake in the lobby, and those that were might as well have still been asleep.
He headed to the fitness center to kill time and burn some stress. The hotel was surprisingly nice for a place so small. He couldn't help the small pit of worry in his stomach. What if this is the wrong place? Or if he's already long gone? But where would he go?
He groaned, wiping off sweat with the nearest towel. He headed back to his room to clean himself up, reading the time on the clock. Only 7:15, but at least it’s more reasonable to be out. He put on a change of clothes, heading out again. There were far more people out now, David noticed, including a multitude of vans that very nearly sped over him.
“Oi, watch where yer fuckin’ drivin’!”
The side of the van stuck out to him, being the branding of one of the local news channels he idly scrolled through on TV. Now where are they going? He turned to follow the road the vans had driven down, cursing to himself as the van turned a corner too fast for him to keep track of it. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing in frustration. His attention suddenly darted when he heard a yelp that was all too familiar.
Dwight!? He quickly sprinted in the direction of the yelp, now positive that he was hearing Dwight when he yelled again.
“Hey, stop!”
Dwight sounded genuinely distressed, and every instinct of panic screamed at him to run and find him. He ran through the densely packed crowd of people he ran into, pushing people aside to get to the center. When he finally broke through the crowd, he saw Dwight being roughly pulled by another man. Panic quickly settled into rage.
“Oi, back th’fuck off!”
“D-David?”
Dwight stared in disbelief. David was here? I’m not hallucinating, am I? The protective grip David held his arm in told him otherwise. He had expected people to be curious, but he hadn’t expected to be swarmed by news reporters.
“You deaf or what? Fuckin’ move it!”
David’s voice startled him out of his thoughts. He felt like he was in a daze as the crowd parted and David very quickly guided him out. They didn’t stop until they were a fair distance away, and when Dwight’s mind finally caught up to process everything.
“David, how are you here?”
David turned around to face Dwight.
“Took a plane. You think I wouldn’t try to find you and the others when I realized we weren’t in hell anymore?”
Dwight held his arms.
“I… didn’t really think about it.”
The gentle touch on his shoulder made him look up.
“Come on, Dwight. I don’t leave people behind, you know that. Where the hell did ya go overnight? I tried finding you yesterday.”
“Really?”
Was he who I saw in the fog last night? No, he would’ve said something long before. ...Right?
“I-I stayed with someone I met.”
He quickly noticed the sharp inhale from David, as well as the way his muscles tensed. Figures that he’d be uneasy by that. I don’t really know Jack well.
“I’ve got a hotel room that’s got plenty o’space. You can stay there with me, if ya want. Besides, you can help me find th’others, too.”
Dwight blinked in surprise.
“You’re searching for everyone else?”
“‘Course I am! You lot mean more t’me than any fucker back home. ‘M not gonna let any fuckers harass you, either. Come on, lemme show you where it is.”
Dwight nodded, following beside Dwight as David walked back to the hotel. He walked almost in a surreal daze, as if what was happening was a dream. Yet, he knew it wasn’t any dream or hallucination, no tricks or deceptions from eldritch beings. This was real, and Dwight couldn’t be happier.
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old art of mine, been redoing stuff and stuff. I’ll post some of the old stuff with the new stuff. I have saved drawings all over my room and computer.
Surface life
Image 1; Red walked into his favorite bar for a much needed drink and finds a new face. Sitting on the bar stole was a woman, drinking shots left and right. She pause for a moment. pulls out a hand full of crushed $20′s and slams them on the bar table.
“6 more, please and thank you.” a little loader then what was intended. Chillby turned his head.
Chillby look at her and sighed, “....As I said before, I cant leave so many drinks on the bar top....but i will take your money. ”Chillby smiled and took the money and began making her drink.
“ugh fine, just easier to line them up and drink it with out waiting for the next one.” She said in a drunk whisper. She lean back a bit and closed her eyes.
Red sat down on his stole. The bar was slow tonight, a few customers here and there. Even a few humans in the far back table. Which is rare, but if they have the cash Chillby will gladly take it. As long as their not starting trouble. This being a monster bar and all. You get the Dumbest humans making the Stupidest comments. Some raciest some borderline looking for a fight.
Chillby walks by and passes the woman her drink and walks up to Red, giving him his mustered without even asking.
“Hehe Thanks Chillby, been just die-en for a drink.” Red smiles and starts to drink. He hears a small snort from the woman two seats across from him. Her free hand holding her face head turned away, blocking his view of her. Chillby saying nothing walks off to attended to other customers. Clearly not in the mood tonight. Red smiles. He will leave Chillby be for now. He found a new distraction for the night.
He eyed the woman, dirty blond hair. She was a little on the short side. 5′2 or 5′3 maybe, but every human is short compared to him. She had on a gray button top with no sleeves, and a large magenta colored sweater that started at her upper arms going well over her hands and ending along her hips. To him it looked like on of those sweater dresses. Or it could be on XXXL sweater, either way she looked good. Her legs were long and curvy, covered in black knee high socks. Red whistled to himself. ‘Nice’. He is a leg man, and those are some nice legs. Head still turned away from him but now looking at her drink. He seen a few good looking human woman. Though none would give him the time of day. Which is no skin off his nose. He-he!. But this Chick looked different, body wise. She gave off the feeling, ‘ I don’t care. Leave me to my drink. Don’t bother me. ’ type of feeling. Not in a real rude way either. Also there was something about her. Something that he couldn’t put his finger on about her. She seem different from the humans across the bar. If anything she seem more similar to Monsters then human.
Come to think about it’s not the first time he had this same feel before with a human. Walking down the street he would past someone and not really paying much attention think it was a Monster but then turn and see a human. He shrugged it off and go about his way. Another time would be when he and Boss was shopping in a isle of can goods there was a spill. Chill Sauce, I think. Boss yelled that there was filth in the Isle. 3 seconds we both felt something, magic in the air. Boss thought it was an attack and was preparing his own attack so was he. We turned to see a human Employee run over and pause she said, “what spill?”. Boss pointed to where the spill was and there was none. The next Isle over someone yell back, ”Sorry!”.... but how did they get to the spill past us to the next Isle over?. We went to the next Isle and saw two humans talking, a Man scolding a child about being more careful when holding glass jars. Boss walked off making a comment on at least these humans have cleaning standers. Red followed thinking nothing of it after that.
Taking a big gulp of is mustered, Red looked at the woman finishing off her 2 out of 3 colorful shots. taping the last 1 with her finger. He decided. he wanted her attention. He didn’t know why. Maybe to see if her face matches the body he was admiring from two seats over. Getting up he walked over and sat down in the stole next to her. She somewhat laugh at the not intended pun earlier. Maybe that will get her attention now.
“Hey, haven’t see ya here before. I would buy you a drink but it looks like ya got it. Looks like 2 down and 4 to go.” Red says finishing the rest of mustered. She turned her head and looked at Red. ”Sorry had to ‘mustered’ up the courage to ask.” Hmm not bad. Not bad at all. Round face, full pink lips, pale skin, and her eyes. Icy blue eyes with a hint of violet. Her eyes looked relaxed could be drunk.
“..... Ha-ha, 6 down and 4 more to go yes. 1 more if your still interested in buying me a drink.” Maybe not drunk. She didn’t seem drunk if anything, just tipsy.
This went on for about 30 minutes. Puns flying and a little flirting here and there. Red had down 4 mustered bottles and she finished off her 4. He got her the drink he promised. Red found he was have a good time. She appeared to be have a good time as well. At some point they were interrupted by the humans at the table. Making rude comments about Monsters and Magic.
“ Hey Monster Stick to your own Kind.” one of human males yell out. His face clearly disgusted at there display. Which to be far was just talking. Nothing more.
Red was getting ready to tell him to shove it but was cut off. “I don’t think he should he has been great company. Plus if u have a issue here’s a tissue.” The woman he had been talking to tossed a balled up tissue there way. The turn back to Red as if nothing happened. “By the way you never introduce yourself.” she said to Red with a laid back smile. She was right I never did. Lets fix that. he he.
“ Ha!, your right. The name Sans, Sans the Skeleton but you sweetheart can call me Red.” Smiling Wide, Red put out his hand for a handshake. Her hand held his. He noted that her hands were small and warm. Cute.
“ Well Red nice to finally know the name of the person i have been talking to for half an hour. My name is -”
“ Hey what’s your problem you into Monsters or some shit!.” The same human called out. “ Bet she is one of those types. yea? Like’s the danger thrill right!” Getting everyone attention in the bar. though there was only just them, Red and her at the bar and a 2 humans at a both by the door and a Monster bear looking out the window from his seat.Oh and Chillby not looking happy. “ If you looking for fun tonight just come on over. We will give you what your looking for.” He pulled up his shirt. showing off his broad chest. His Buddy's cheered.
“ Your safe will use. We have what you need, Skin for one!.” the male to his right call out show off this arms. The other was cheering his friends on recording with his phone. All 3 looked looked to be in there 20ish. All of them Drunk.
“Pf-ft hah hah haa!, who comes to a monster bar and is racist and ignorant of the people around them.” She turns her head to them looking bored. Her smile gone and eyes narrowed. “ You know what......there is a lesson here. Its people like you who get on my nerves. You say stupid things to get a rise out people. Thinking that if they do something I got friends, that got my back.” She sipped her drink and leaned on her other elbow. “ Whats wrong? can’t hold your own? Have to show how ‘manly’ you are by insulting others? or Show off what ‘little’ you have?” Clearly not interested in the their display. “if anything it’s cowardly. and I hate cowards.”
Red was a little taken a back. Chillby was just about to walk over and most likely throw them out. When there was a feeling of magic in the air like an magic attack was readying, but it was off it felt more like magic tension or-
“Chicken Shit...” She said pointing a finger at the first offender who made the first rude comment who started this. Magic came from her finger. Orange and Purple magic shot from her finger out it to the human male. There was a flash then a poof. In his place was a....
“..........bak bak”
“Dude! What the Fuk!!” said his buddy to the left
“ He’s a Chicken!!, A fuckin Chicken!!!. The other said dropping his phone.
Chillby, Sans, The Bear Monster and the other 2 Humans starred eyes and eyes light wide. Some Shocked that a now chicken is where a man once stood.
“ Not a chicken really but a rooster. I was going for Chicken ‘Shit’ but I’m a little more then tipsy. But I got results.” She got up and went to the door after downing the her last drink.
“Hey! What the fuck lesson is there to learn.!. Your braking the law using magic us normal Humans. Fucking Mages!” He scream looking at his now chicken friend.
“....Oh right the lesson. Um mm, don’t mess with People and keep your opinion to yourself. Plus this is a magic zone. Where I can use magic. Anyway he will change back in few.” She made it to the door then paused. “ Almost forgot.” She turned to Red and smiled and said, “ The names Yvette.” She left.
Tada!!! old art with story. The next image is just trying out faces for the sans and pap’s. The other image will have a story later on. Ill post it next maybe.....^w^/ Hope my spelling and storytelling is understandable.
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go off about DDLC
//Okayokayokay gonna put all this under a cut bc I’m gonna totally spill everything out just – just everything I can on the fly (and I’m also not gonna tag it under the game’s tag bc I am a scared muffin who fears someone will disagree with my thoughts and I don’t want to be labeled as a mental-illness-is-automatically-horror douchebag ;;;;; )
GREAT GAME GREAT GAME LET’S JUST GET THAT OUTTA THE WAY I LOVE IT (and again if you don’t that is fine your opinion is valid and I’m not tryna change anyone’s mind, I just have a different view of one of the main criticisms and I’m not trying to change your mind on that either)
I should state that I love anything cute that turns creepy. That’s just… it’s my shit. Cute stuff that goes off the wire and turns totally horrific is absolutely my thing
Or even otherwise innocent stuff slowly going horror (Unlimited Footage of a Bear - a anti-depressant booster commercial going haywire, Too Many Cooks - an 80′s.. no, parody of pretty much every show type ever going haywire, Tea Time - tea time with a granny going haywire )
So uh when I heard from my friendos that I should play this game called Doki Doki Literature Club
And it was already sounding like my thing my thing because I love anime waifus n shit
When I saw the first tag being “psychological horror” I was both like “Why?” and [Bluebeard Voice] “SHIT YES”
I was one of the ones who got to play it before there were let’s plays all over Youtube and even if there would’ve been at the time I didn’t look that shit up because I wanted the full TAKE MY BODY AND SHAKE IT experience
And I saw the anxiety and depression warning at the beginning and was like “Oh. I have both of those. … Eh” and played anyway
MY BIGGEST BUT ALSO MOST AWESOME MISTAKE (besides that fucking soda spill last night omg I don’t even think I told you guys the whole story but oh my god Sayo-nara might as well have been playing during that shit)
I, uh;; haha, disliked Sayori toward the beginning of the game. Not that i found her annoying or anything, it’s just the “ditsy childhood friend” trope was always one of my least favorite tropes so I kinda just found her meh. She was cute though (hahahahahaHAHAHA and you know what I’m pissed that this sweetheart who went through such a deep-ass development in such a short time has basically been reduced to nothing but a hanging joke
Like we get it. She hung herself and we joke about to deal with the pain bUT THERE WAS SO MUCH MORE TO SAYORI THAN THAT PLS STOP REDUCING HER TO THAT ONE POINT IN THE GAME C’MOOOON)
And perhaps this was a spoiler but I did not recognize it as one but one of said friends who recommended it to me told me to wait for Sayori to start acting off.
… My initial assumption with this game was that it was going to be one of those generic “ALL THE GIRLS WANNA MURDER EACH OTHER AND THEN YOU” things bc that shit happens all the time in anime but that’s not to say I wouldn’t love it anyway. Generic doesn’t mean bad ANYWHO I’ll stop getting off topic
Met Yuri. I liked her, but did not and do not think she was best girl, I just felt her personality was most like mine. Because I am shy af when I first meet people and feel like I have to walk on eggshells even around people I’m comfortable with (cough cough my fam) to make sure I don’t “fuck up” when really most of my fuck-ups consist of accidentally not hearing something or just putting on a song I like on the radio and then everyone else hates it and I’m like “oh.. I suck”
and then I get “Quit it with that pity-partying bullshit” (PSA: Don’t say that to someone like Yuri especially, that will not help her, in fact don’t say that to anyone unless they’re really tough and can handle that kind of .. uh.. advice??? )
Met Natsuki.
… LOVE HER lOVE HER SO MUCH I WOULD DIE FOR NATSUKI I WOULD DIE
because I love tsunderes. That’s.. that’s literally it. The moment I saw her saying she didn’t make the cupcakes for me or anything, I knew true love was meant to be between us. She would be my route, and if that route ended with her trapping me in a basement and forcefeeding me poisonous cupcakes until I died and a graphic image of my internal organs exploding showed, that would be just fine. Love is an open door with a tsundere behind it, bitches.
Met Monika. Liked her. … That’s it, I just found her nice. Before the poem game, I had already decided Natsuki was the one true best girl and I was not doing Monika’s route until another playthrough (I assumed maybe her route was special and it unlocked after you beat the game once at the time). Hahahahahaha HELP
… aND THEN THE POEM GAME CAME.
And I immediately noticed Monika wasn’t even there to be “seduced” by my sexy words. I asked why this was, and I just got “that’s the question you should be asking”
…………………………………..
immediate suspicion of Monika, slight fear of the other girls as well.
The rest of the game goes by pretty smoothly for me though. I keep gradually finding Natsuki adorable as fuckin’ shit. The more I see her, the more I picture her in a bridal costume with me skipping down the aisle – well, her more grumpily walking and saying it’s not like she WANTED to be there marrying me or anything.
And then Sayori got sad.
… Really sad.
Like, suffering from depression.
I didn’t even have to wait for her confession or anything, I could tell by the way this was going that it wasn’t sadness, it was depression.
And I was like “oh, fuck.”
And then our dumbass protagonist WAITS A WHOLE DAY to visit her and she finally explains to her that she has depression and the way she describes it? To me? Is the most fucking heartbreaking thing in the whole game, especially coming from someone who has depression herself. Everything she said was, to me at least, 10000000% accurate and it hurt. It hurt in a very personal way. I’m not afraid to say I cried.
… I’m not afraid to say I still cry when that confession part comes up in other people’s playthroughs. It’s that poignant and truthful and painful to me.
And I was like “OH FUCK. I CAME HERE TO BE TORTURED WITH FEAR, NOT SADNESS. THIS IS GETTING REAL RIGHT HERE. THIS ISN’T RANDOMLY MURDEROUS FEMALES WANTING MY ASS LIKE I EXPECTED”
Also I baked with Natsuki, which was cute as shit, but I was also pissed as shit that the protagonist, who just realized his friend is suffering from an agonizingly painful mental illness, JUST CASUALLY THREW THAT SHIT UNDER THE RUG BECAUSE HEY. NATSUKI’S AT MY HOUSE DOKI DOKI DESU~~~~~
“Is it really okay for me to stop thinking about Sayori when she might need me?” NO. EVEN IF YOU DO THIS WITH NATSUKI, YOU SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT SAYORI AT LEAST IN THE BACK OF YOUR MIND BECAUSE SHE’S STILL IMPORTANT, YOU LUSTFUL JACKASS.
ahem
And then me and Natsuki were about to kiss and Bluebeard throws me another SHIT YES for support
And then SURPRISE SAYORI and Bluebeard goes SHIT NO and stays there while Natsuki runs away
And Sayori goes on more about her emotions because not only does she have depression, but she likes MC for whatever asinine reason and fears that she might feel something different for him than he does for her
Which, again, is a very real fear any person can have that can be greatly intensified by things like depression or anxiety
And the game gave me two options:
“You’ll always be my dearest friend.”
“I love you.”
… Meanwhile, Bluebeard is nudging the dumbass MC’s leg and saying, “Help her seek help and find a therapist. Say you know it’s hard, Can-Opener, but – is that really not going to be an option? Is this bastard that dumb? … Can I bite?”
That said, I chose “You’ll always be my dearest friend” because, imo, saying you experience romantic and sexual feelings toward a person when you honestly don’t just because they’re depressed will only hurt them even more when they inevitably find out the truth and your relationship flops.
Turns out either option would have ended in the same thing – which, also in my opinion, is fine. When you’re a person like MC (not asininely stupid, but you just don’t know about depression), you might not know what to say or how to help and these things can end in the worst. It happens all the time.
That’s why, the way I see it, Sayori’s suicide scene was one of the most poignant, well-executed, horrific, and upsetting things I have ever seen in a horror game.
I know people say it was just for shock value, but I – I honestly have to disagree. When you’re depressed, and I don’t care how clumsy you are, hanging might be the option you go with when you become crisis-level suicidal. And knowing that Sayori has struggled with this her entire life – knowing the context of the situation – I can’t say it was just for shock. You’re damn right it WAS shocking, but it wasn’t just for shock value.
And the whole “mental illness is horror” thing – I think this is one of the most well executed examples of it. Because whether people like it or not, mental illness can be horrific because it drives innocent people like Sayori to hate themselves completely and to do these things to themselves. It’s taking something very real, something that could potentially happen and has happened – and throwing it right in your face. The trope isn’t bad if the illness itself is treated with respect, and I think this is one of the instances where it was. It didn’t just scream “MENTAL HOSPITAL!! PATIENT!! TRIES TO KILL YOU!!!! BECAUSE THEY’RE A MENTAL HOSPITAL PATIENT!!!! ZOMG!!ONE2!!” It didn’t have Sayori hang herself straight from the get-go and leave you wondering “… why the fuck?”
Mental illness as horror can be done right. Because it can be a horrific thing. I think one of the many ways it can go wrong is that often times (unfortunately) mental illness as horror is treated in such a way that the person themselves is horrific. Not the illness they’re suffering from. They’re horrific because they’re mentally ill. That’s a no-no. But that’s not something I got from Sayori.
With Yuri in the 2nd act, on the other hand, I can kind of agree. The way she began ogling over the player way more than before, THOSE EYES, the.. the scent on the last Yuri poem – I feel that was a bit overdone, and also framing her to be a monster.
However, while this was intentional, someone in the game screwing with the actual game’s fabric of reality was behind it – and it was acknowledged as wrong because Monika herself was behind it and making Yuri act that way – which again, was acknowledged as wrong. Sorry I keep repeating that. Even if it came off a little “ehhh…”, something acknowledging that as wrong is 10000x better than just – once again – “THEY’RE MENTALLY ILL SO THEY’RE SCAAARY. AND THAT’S NOT A WRONG, STIGMATIZING, MAKING-MENTALLY-ILL-PEOPLE-LOOK-LIKE-MONSTERS PORTRAYAL OF SHIT. WE’RE NOT APOLOGIZING FOR SHIT. DEAL WITH IT. IT’S SCARY.”
Monika as the antagonist was very well-done. I had no clue about it from the beginning, even though I felt something was off after the first poem game, and I didn’t reeeeally start suspecting her of shit until Sayori said the “Monika was right, I should just–” line
Holy shit
That’s an antagonist right there, and a fucked up one
So uh yeah. Doki Doki Literature Club.
9/10.
Not enough Natsuki.
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you’re the anchor (that i tied to my brain)
Edward Elric to the last jedi 9 pm DON’T BE FUCKING LATE IM TALKIN TO U YAO: pray tell where the fuck is my brother
Edward Elric: it is 8 o fucking clock
Edward Elric: im locked the fuck out of the house
Edward Elric: and al STILL ISN’T BACK FROM HIS GODFUCK SHITHOLE DATE
Paninya: ed take a deep breath n hurl urself into a pond or smth
Paninya: als been freakin out about mei for at least 38478392 years now
Paninya: let him relieve his thirst
Paninya: AND BTW THIS IS UR OWN DAMN FAULT
Edward Elric: how in The FUCK???? is this MY FAULT??????
Paninya: u couldve had a perfectly gross dorm on campus bUT NO U HAD TO BE BOUJEE N RENT AN APARTMENT WITH UR BROTHER
Edward Elric: IM ONLY LOCKED OUT BC AL LOST HIS GODDAMN KEY AND I
Edward Elric: BEING THE SAINTLY BROTHER THAT I AM
Ling Yao: w0w thats a lie
Edward Elric: GAVE HIM MINE AND NOW I GOTTA SCREAM AT HIM TILL HE PUTS HIS TONGUE BACK IN HIS OWN MOUTH AND COMES THE FUCK BACK
Winry Rockbell: u reeaaallly dont gotta
Paninya: have u heard??? of this thing??????
Paninya: called????? pm?????????????
Paninya: bc its a thing u could use to bitch at al without annoyin the entire shit outta the rest of us
Ling Yao: lol lan fans at her grandpas rn and her phone cant be put on silent
Ling Yao: shes going to kick ur ass
Edward Elric: IM gonna kick ALS ass if he doesnt show up in the next half hour I DONT CARE IF HES ON A FUCKIN DATE
Ling Yao: may i remind u my sister is the girl ur brothers currently wooing
Ling Yao: u do that and lan fan wont be the only one kicking ur ass
Edward Elric: what think u can take me weakLing
Ling Yao: uh duh but i was talking about mei
Edward Elric: PLS shes what half a foot tall????? PLSSSSSSS
Lan Fan: so twice as tall as you
Edward Elric: DO,,,,,U WANT,,,,,,.,TO FUCKING DIE,,,,,,,.,.,,,,
Lan Fan: edward
Lan Fan: i am at my grandfathers house
Lan Fan: my phone is ringing so loud my neighbors think their doorbells r broken
Lan Fan: my grandfather is ready to smash it into oblivion
Lan Fan: if he does we WILL be reliving 3/10 and youll be tasting a lot more than just your stomach acid when im done with you
Lan Fan: do not make me sneak out of training to answer you again
Paninya: Rekt™
Ling Yao: mic drop
Edward Elric: psh whatever
Edward Elric: u fuckers think 3/10 scared me
Edward Elric: GUESS FUCKING AGAIN
Edward Elric: FUCKING C O M E A T M E
Paninya: o look shes typing
Edward Elric: anyway im gonna pm al goodnight and thank u
Winry Rockbell to is it gay to want to literally drink ushers voice: OI AL how was the date
Winry Rockbell: I WANT DETAILS
Edward Elric: if anyone wants to know how to be the Creepiest Fucking Person Ever
Edward Elric: talk to winry
Winry Rockbell: well seeing that i won best ed impression two years in a row now id say i do indeed know
Edward Elric: HAR DE HAR
Edward Elric: u think u fucking know me???
Alphonse Elric: Is it hard?
Paninya: yea all u rlly gotta do is yell fuck a lot
Alphonse Elric: Put ur hair in a braid with one obnoxious ass strand sticking right up
Winry Rockbell: dont forget u have to crouch down
Winry Rockbell: i recommend kneeling
Edward Elric: dont think i cant deck all u shitdicks
Ling Yao: ive just annoyed the info out of my sister
Ling Yao: it seems al is quite the casanova
Ling Yao: clearly not a family trait BUT
Edward Elric: i will piss in ur backpack
Ling Yao: case in point
Ling Yao: ANYWAYS UPDATE ON THE BET FRONT
Ling Yao: as im sure u all know ned, roy mustang and i have had an ongoing wager AKA who can wrangle the most freshies into joining his club
Ling Yao: well as of today the martial arts/dance troupe has 20 more members
Edward Elric: BULLSHIT
Ling Yao: and i believe that pulls me ahead of ned to tie evenly with mustang
Ling Yao: and really would any of u choose archery over martial arts??
Paninya: tbh i choose social life over any clubs but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Edward Elric: basic bitch
Paninya: u kno it
Paninya: but srsly wtf shifty how did u get 20 new members so fast
Lan Fan: he showed off and gave his number out to like half of them
Ling Yao: :O how could u EXPOSE ME LIKE THIS
Ling Yao: I tRuSTeD YOu
Lan Fan: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Edward Elric: just u fuckin wait ling
Edward Elric: ill leave both u asshats in the GROUND
Alphonse Elric: I mean first u have to
Alphonse Elric: Yknow
Alphonse Elric: Be taller than the ground
Edward Elric: I LIVE WITH U I CAN MAKE UR LIFE FUCKING MISERABLE U HEAR
Winry Rockbell to kyle ron WHOMST???: so about laser tag this weekend
Winry Rockbell: invite lings sister yay or nay
Lan Fan: why not
Rosé Thomas: It’d even us out
Rebecca Catalina: does it even matter tbh we all kno whichever team rizas on is gonna win
Riza Hawkeye: Catalina i resent that statement
Rebecca Catalina: pls point to me where thE LIE IS HAWKEYE
Winry Rockbell: ok then
Winry Rockbell added Mei Chang to the chat
Paninya: EY UVE JUST BECOME PART OF THE MESS THAT IS US SOPHS
Maria Ross: and a few seniors
Paninya: WE’RE BASICALLY A KPOP GROUP BUT BETTER (ʘ‿ʘ✿)
Lan Fan: ok we’re going laser tagging this weekend you in
Mei Chang: i feel like i may die if i say no so as long as my idiot brother isn’t going i’m in
Paninya to could u actually perhaps makin bacon pancakes: [DELETED MESSAGE]
Ling Yao: wot
Alphonse Elric: Whos going laser tagging
Winry Rockbell: pan ffs
Paninya: (◔◡◔✿)
Edward Elric: fuckin RUDE
Lan Fan to Panko: what is it
Panko: i have no idea what u mean my dear
Lan Fan: uve been typing for an hour now AND i can hear your teeth grinding from my room
Panko: i have no idea what u could be referring to my sweet
Panko: i just wanna kno how ur days been
Lan Fan: this is about ling isnt it
Panko: dear
Panko: u used an emoji
Panko: u never use emojis
Lan Fan: look i get that youre just looking out for me
Lan Fan: but its fine and so am i
Lan Fan: i really dont need a pity heart to heart
Lan Fan: besides hed give out his number to everyone in the world if he could thats just who he is
Panko: well ur not wrong
Panko: is it bad to say im so glad i rarely have to deal with bois
Lan Fan: girls can be idiots too
Panko: ppl in general usually r
Alphonse Elric to WE CANT KEEP DOWN ALL THAT VODKA ON KRAFT MAC N CHEESE: So i cant feel
Ling Yao: mY FACE WHEN IM WITH U
Alphonse Elric: That and the rest of my body
Alphonse Elric: How is one person so funny and sweet and amazing
Paninya: MY SON HES IN LOVE YALL
Paninya: ITS TRUE FUCKIN LOVE
Paninya: ELRIC 2.0 TEXT ME IF U NEED ANYTHIN
Paninya: CONDOMS
Winry Rockbell: oh god
Paninya: BIRTH CONTROL
Edward Elric: PAN WHAT THE FUCK U THINK AL KNOWS WHAT A CONDOM IS
Paninya: HE IS A HORNY TEENAGE BOI I BET U MY ENTIRE ASS HES USED ONE BEFORE
Lan Fan: PANINYA
Mei Chang: uh
Paninya: oh fuck
Ling Yao: mei so it was U that made that balloon fart noise just now
Lan Fan: ling kindly shut up
Edward Elric: SO AL ISNT BREATHING I THINK HES DEAD
Edward Elric: HES BEEN STARING AT HIS PHONE FOR 10 MINS NOW FUCK WHAT DO I DO
Paninya: CALL 911 U MORON
Lan Fan: where do you live i know CPR
Ling Yao: thats hot
Winry Rockbell: MEI PRETEND U CANT READ
Mei Chang: er i can’t read suddenly i don’t know
Ling Yao: (╯°□°)╯now she gives in to the memes
Edward Elric: ok nvm hes alive
Edward Elric: buT I M NOT GONNA BE FUC KBRB RUNNINGgh
Paninya: rip in peace
Alphonse Elric to how Extra™ do u gotta be to come up with fuccboi: So we’re still down for gta tomorrow right
Alphonse Elric: Ed cant make it because i killed him
Ling Yao: the old ed cant come to the phone right now
Ling Yao: why
Edward Elric: because hes going to cut off lings fucking elbows
Roy Mustang: can you even reach his fingers
Edward Elric: listeN HERE U liL SHIT
Alphonse Elric kicked Edward Elric from the chat
Ling Yao: thats cold
Ling Yao added Edward Elric to the chat
Roy Mustang: i knew it couldnt last
Edward Elric: if any of u polefucks ever want to know how to get ling to do something bother lan fan
Ling Yao: try it again and i will Key Your Face
Ling Yao: she has a physics test tomorrow
Alphonse Elric: Wow
Roy Mustang: :O
Jean Havoc: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Edward Elric: i got the beer for tmr night
Alphonse Elric: Damn right u do im not letting u in otherwise
Edward Elric: ignore asshurt over here hes pissed i embarrassed him in front of his date
Roy Mustang: at least he has one
Jean Havoc: yeah have u ever had a girlfriend edward??
Denny Brosh: Do you know what a woman is ned????
Edward Elric has left the chat
Ling Yao to Good Shit ✔💯: hey lan fan
Ling Yao: LAN FAAAAAN
Good Shit ✔💯: what
Ling Yao: guess who i just saw in chem doodling one miss rockbells name on his hw
Good Shit ✔💯: no
Ling Yao: oh yes
Ling Yao: i wanted to take a pic but ed decided to be a good student and tore it off before handing it in
Good Shit ✔💯: does he even try in chem
Ling Yao: no but at least he doesnt fall asleep like he does in lit
Good Shit ✔💯: hemingway puts everyone to sleep
Good Shit ✔💯: read some brontë or steinbeck
Good Shit ✔💯: id say dickens too but anti Semitism and all
Ling Yao: i love it when u talk lit to me
Ling Yao: reminds me of when u used to sneak into our library and read the biggest books u could find
Good Shit ✔💯: better than you climbing up the side of my house to sneak into my room
Ling Yao: pls u loved it
Good Shit ✔💯: debatable
Good Shit ✔💯: club meetings today dont forget
Ling Yao: how can i ur always here to remind me ;)
Winry Rockbell added Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Maria Ross, and Rebecca Catalina to ROSE TYLER DEFENSE SQUAD WHERE YALL AT
Winry Rockbell: just so we’re clear friday nights a byob sitch
Lan Fan: well wade was totally off
Ling Yao: atta girl
Paninya: wow and here i was thinkin byob meant bug ur own business
Edward Elric: what the utter fuck
Alphonse Elric: Dont act coy u LIVED a bugs life ed
Winry Rockbell: BRING YOUR OWN BOTTLE CAPICHE
Winry Rockbell: jesus now ive got the kim possible theme song stuck in my head
Edward Elric: if one of u picks yoshi i will e n d u
Paninya: no promises n its not our fault yoshi pushed ur fool ass off mushroom gorge that one time
Rebecca Catalina: LMAOOO
Edward Elric: that demonic fucking dinosaur needs to go extinct
Roy Mustang: since brosh doesnt give a shit do we want to make this a floor thing
Ling Yao: i see what ur doing mercedes benz u sneak ass
Roy Mustang: you caught up yao i can finally start trying
Edward Elric: news flash fuckers i got 5 more ppl today u can both suck my ASS
Winry Rockbell: ok but keep it small
Lan Fan: ,,,,,,,
Maria Ross: this is why timing’s important kids
Ling Yao: how much smaller could his butt get
Roy Mustang: are we even be able to locate it
Rebecca Catalina: does ned even have a torso????
Edward Elric: I HOPE U ALL ROT IN HELL
Paninya changed the chat name to eds ass is bigfoot pass it on
Winry Rockbell to Mulan but Better: is it weird that i cant stop smiling at ed
Winry Rockbell: hes sleeping in the chair across from me
Mulan but Better: a bit
Winry Rockbell: yeah
Winry Rockbell: hes such a nerd
Mulan but Better: but hes your nerd
Roy Mustang changed the chat name to WHO TE HFUCKS IDEA WAS IT O MAKE THIS AFLOOR THING
Edward Elric changed the chat name to URS U FUCKING CURLY STRAW
Paninya to wubba lubba dub dub: all of u need to see this Spicy™ video of ed from last night
Winry Rockbell: pan its 9 fucking am
Winry Rockbell: who tf is up that cares
Paninya: o dont u worry winnie the pooh
Lan Fan: yep shes still drunk
Paninya: i think ed will when he stops groaning in the bathroom there
Paninya sent a video in the chat
Paninya: srsly im postin this on ig later
Winry Rockbell: SHIT thats loud
Alphonse Elric: What the fuck is that
Riza Hawkeye: Is
Riza Hawkeye: Is he singing mad world
Paninya: u bet ur blonde ass he is
Lan Fan: was this after we took turns playing yoshi and demolishing him in mario kart
Paninya: u bet ur toned ass it was
Winry Rockbell: paninya i can barely hear anything over u shouting STRIP STRIP STRIP in the bg
Ling Yao: edward really is tone deaf isnt he
Ling Yao: oh hes stopped puking
Ling Yao: hes looking at his phone
Alphonse Elric: Rip in peace our bloodshot eyes
Edward Elric: wHAT THE ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS IS THAT
Edward Elric: WHAT THE ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS
Edward Elric: WHAT THE ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS DID U ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS DO TO MY PHONE
Ling Yao: HAHAHAHA OH MY GOD
Roy Mustang: dear jesus what is happening
Paninya: oH MY WHICH ONE OF U DID THIS
Paninya: I WILL K I S S U
Mei Chang: there is way too much shouting this goddamn early in the morning
Ling Yao: while u were busy cackling over that video i may or may not have convinced lan fan to steal eds phone
Edward Elric: U ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS BETTER ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS FIX MY ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS PHONE OR IM ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS
Jean Havoc: hes like an infuriated duck with a lisp
Roy Mustang: siri what is the tiniest species of duck
Edward Elric: U WANNA ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS FIGHT
Paninya: pls tell me one of u hungover fucks is gettin this on video
Mei Chang: lan fan u okay?
Lan Fan: yeah too much shouting i have a headache
Lan Fan: add me back when ed calms down (◕ ‿ ◕✿)
Lan Fan has left the chat
Paninya: hey ed ill bet even yoshi can say fuck
Edward Elric: FOR ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAAAAR FAAAAACEESSS SAKE
Lan Fan to Guns n Roses: hey
Lan Fan: i dont know where you are rn
Lan Fan: im still sort of hungover and i kind of need someone to talk to who isnt going to get angry or
Lan Fan: try and rationalize everything and well
Lan Fan: do you ever just wish that things could change
Lan Fan: that you could be someone entirely different or that you could get out and leave and not give a damn about anything or anyone or
Lan Fan: because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Guns n Roses: Okay i was at work but i’m coming back right now
Guns n Roses: And i’m going to get you tea and you’re going to tell me whatever you want to tell me okay??
Lan Fan: thanks
Paninya to ID SING OH CANADA TOO IF MY PM HAD AN ASS LIKE THAT: ok but for real
Paninya: dicks r like mushrooms
Paninya: little funny gross mushrooms
Rosé Thomas: Paninya you’re high go home
Paninya: oh sweet flower i wish i was
Winry Rockbell: its 4 fucking am GO TO SLEEP
Paninya: time is an illusion
Paninya to TRICKY tricky TRICKY tricky: i crave the sweet release of death
Edward Elric: FUCKING KARMA
Winry Rockbell: i could hear u playing music at 5 am again today why tf have u been up so late
Paninya: my roommate was screaming french at me
Paninya: she has a test today
Paninya: also
Paninya added Lan Fan to the chat
Paninya: LAN FANNNNNNNN
Lan Fan: i didnt do the psych hw paninya
Lan Fan: and run-dmc doesnt deserve this subpar treatment
Alphonse Elric: Lan fan
Alphonse Elric: Lings been looking for u
Lan Fan: i know its ok dont worry about it
Edward Elric: A FUCKING BIRD JUST SHAT ON MY HEAD
Paninya: what was that????? u said???????
Paninya: about karma?????????
Edward Elric: WHAT IS THIS LITERAL SHIT ON ED DAY
Lan Fan: is that not everyday
Edward Elric: I WILL FIGHT ALL U ASSDICKS
Lan Fan: 3/10 edward
Edward Elric: i will fight me for only i myself am the one assdick here thank u amen and goodbye
Lan Fan to Literal Monkey™: so i hear you were looking for me
Literal Monkey™: that depends
Literal Monkey™: what did i do lan fan
Literal Monkey™: did i say something
Literal Monkey™: tell me what i did that made you so upset at me
Literal Monkey™: if i did something im sorry i really am but you cant just disappear and not even tell me whats wrong
Lan Fan: i know
Lan Fan: it wasnt you i just
Lan Fan: my grandfathers relapse and its been rough with classes lately
Lan Fan: it kind of hit me that i cant always afford to be chill all the time
Lan Fan: sorry ive been mia
Literal Monkey™: well now i feel like a dick
Literal Monkey™: ur my best friend lan fan and i think ive gotten so used to u being near i freak out when ur not
Literal Monkey™: i guess it kind of says something about me that might not be a good thing
Literal Monkey™: especially since i climbed the side of ur house to see if u went back home and u werent there
Lan Fan: you w h a t
Ling Yao to Frying Pan: in hindsight
Ling Yao: i prob shouldnt have told her about the climbing
Ling Yao: shes not talking to me again
Frying Pan: u done fucked up boiii
Ling Yao: so will u tell me whats really wrong with her now
Frying Pan: not a chance boiii
Winry Rockbell to Wannabe Alchemist: hey i know its kind of sudden
Winry Rockbell: and u prob have other things to do
Wannabe Alchemist: nah im free shoot
Winry Rockbell: could u maybe come with me this weekend
Wannabe Alchemist: …are u sure
Wannabe Alchemist: i mean of course ill go hell even if i had a meeting with the goddamn president id skip it to go anywhere with u
Wannabe Alchemist: but i dont want to overstep my right or anything
Winry Rockbell: no ed u could never impose
Winry Rockbell: its just been kind of a shit year
Winry Rockbell: i dont know if i can handle going to visit them alone this time
Wannabe Alchemist: dont worry im there for u
Wannabe Alchemist: whatever u need
Winry Rockbell: i
Winry Rockbell: thanks ed
Wannabe Alchemist: theyd be proud of u win
Winry Rockbell: :)
Winry Rockbell: not to degrade ur sentiment or anything because damn ed u can be sweet
Winry Rockbell: but id do buttfuck anything besides meet with our president
Wannabe Alchemist: i read that as u would butt fuck anything but shit u right
Mei Chang to “3/10 WASNT EVEN THAT BAD” famous last words: paninya was that you outside my school trying to sell taylor swift tshirts
Lan Fan: paninya what the hell
Paninya: ok HS GIRLS EAT TSWIFT UP
Mei Chang: you looked stalkerish as hell my principal was going to call the police
Winry Rockbell: just burn them in a rusty can like the ratchet ho u are
Paninya: what is This Disrespect™ n pls im not gonna burn them that merch cost me lk 984759 bucks
Lan Fan: sounds fake but ok
Ling Yao: and why tf would u sell them taylor swift is finally getting interesting
Winry Rockbell: yeah shes finally being savage af isnt this what u signed up for
Paninya: hey i signed up for Drama Taylor
Paninya: this is just plain whoring for attention
Alphonse Elric: Not sure those terms are mutually exclusive
Edward Elric: HOLY FUCK
Lan Fan: speaking of whoring for attention
Edward Elric: I GOT MUSTANG TO PLAY LEAGUE
Edward Elric: went straight for brand the dumb fucking pyromaniac
Alphonse Elric: Can i just remind u that ur first time ur jerk ass went right for garen
Edward Elric: GAREN is a PERFECTLY FUCKING GOOD CHAMPION TO GO FOR WHEN UR A NOOB DUMBASS
Alphonse Elric: Sounds fake but ok
Ling Yao: and a bit like neds trying to compensate for something
Edward Elric: U ALL AINT SHIT
Lan Fan: its yaint
Ling Yao: u uncultured fuck
Paninya: k first of all lol is a game for 13 year old prepubescent boys
Lan Fan: so perfect for edward
Edward Elric: DONT FUCKING TRY U KNOW UR A HO FOR AKALI
Edward Elric: ,,,,,,,,dont say 3/10 u know i would rather fucking die
Lan Fan: then perish
Alphonse Elric: Ed did U make that whale noise
Winry Rockbell: the real question here is paninya???? can actually spell???????? words???????? whAT??????
Paninya: SECOND OF ALL any of u want tswift shirts hmu (◡‿◡✿)
Edward Elric: taylor swift is fucking great why the fuck would u sell them
Winry Rockbell: ………..
Alphonse Elric: ……………………
Paninya: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Lan Fan changed the chat name to ill take edward elric is fake Punk Rock™ for 800 alex
Edward Elric: OI U CAN BE PUNK ROCK AND STILL LISTEN TO GUILTY PLEASURE POP
Winry Rockbell: SOUNDS FAKE BUT OK
Rosé Thomas added Mei Chang, Alphonse Elric, Edward Elric, Roy Mustang, and Riza Hawkeye to Unnamed
Paninya changed the chat name to PROJECT LINGFAN
Paninya: ALRIGHT LISTEN UP
Alphonse Elric: What the hell is lingfan
Paninya: PLS WITHHOLD ALL QUESTIONS TILL THE END OF THE BRIEFING MY PRECIOUS CHILD
Winry Rockbell: she continues??? to spell????? correctly???????? what i am amazed?????????????
Paninya: ROCKBELL FULL OFFENSE STFU
Winry Rockbell: rude
Paninya: SO EVERYONE HERE KNOWS OUR GOOD FRIEND LING YAO AKA SHIFTY AKA MONKEY BOI AKA CO-PRES OF THE MARTIAL ARTS/DANCE TROUPE YEA
Mei Chang: if i say no can i leave
Paninya: AND EVERYONE ALSO KNOWS MY SPICY GIRL LIGHT OF MY LIFE LAN FAN AKA DEFINITION OF BADASS AKA EDS WORST NIGHTMARE AKA CO-PRES OF THE MARTIAL ARTS/DANCE TROUPE YEA
Edward Elric: she is not my worst fucking nightmare
Mei Chang: so you don’t turn into a stuttering baby every time she brings up 3/10
Edward Elric: U WERENT THERE U DONT FUCKING K N O W
Paninya: AND EVERYONE HERE KNOWS THAT THOSE 2 HAVE THE BIGGEST RAGING BONERS FOR EACH OTHER THAT ANYONES EVER FUCKIN SEEN YEA
Winry Rockbell: i feel like there was a better way of putting that
Edward Elric: wait hold THE FUCK UP ur fucking with me right
Roy Mustang: yes edward
Roy Mustang: she made an entire separate chat and invited all these people just so she could fuck with you
Alphonse Elric: Thats literally what the normal group chat is for wtf ned
Edward Elric: what the UTTER FUCK???? LING AND LAN FAN????????
Rosé Thomas: You were right winry he’s blind
Alphonse Elric: Dude how the hell are u so ignorant
Riza Hawkeye: Edward are you really unaware of this
Edward Elric: HOW DO U ALL KNOW ABOUT THIS WHAT THE FUCK
Roy Mustang: id ask if you saw them at the floor party but i remembered you were too busy practicing for your x factor audition
Paninya: OK ED SINCE UR CLEARLY THE OBLIVIOUSEST FUCKING PERSON ON THE FACE OF THE GODDAMN PLANET
Winry Rockbell: obliviousest
Winry Rockbell: i knew it wouldnt last
Paninya: LET ME JUST HIT U WITH SOME EXAMPLES
Paninya: LAN FAN NEVER BLUSHES UNLESS U MENTION LING TO HER AND THEYVE KNOWN EACH OTHER SINCE C H I L D H O O D
Paninya: WHEN LAN FAN SHATTERED HER ARM IN FRESHMAN YEAR LING CARRIED HER HALFWAY TO THE DAMN HOSPITAL AND SLEPT NEXT TO HER SICKBED FOR THE ENTIRE WEEK SHE WAS THERE
Roy Mustang: he threatened to and i quote ‘key your face’ if you bothered her again
Winry Rockbell: lan fan only shattered her arm that time because some dumbass thugs tried to jump ling in order to threaten his dad
Mei Chang: whenever lan fan doesnt answer him right away he gets all huffy and paces for hours and checks his phone like 500 times until she replies LIKE SHE ALWAYS DOES
Paninya: LITERALLY TODAY OK RIZA CAN CONFIRM IM WALKIN TO MEET LAN FAN FOR PSYCH AND I SEE HER PRACTICING A FUCKING KARATE MOVE OR SOME SHIT WITH LING ON THE QUAD
Paninya: SHE STARTS LAUGHING AND I SWEAR ON MY FANTASTIC ASS LING STARES AT HER FOR 10 WHOLE MINS
Paninya: SHES BENDING HIS LEG FARTHER THAN ANY LEG SHOULD BEND AND HES LOOKING AT HER LIKE SHES THE ONLY DAMN THING WORTH KNOWING IN THE ENTIRE FUCKIN UNIVERSE
Paninya: THIS HAS BEEN HAPPENIN FOR YEARS I CANT EVEN WITH THEIR UNNECESSARY ANGST ANYMORE
Paninya: THEY NEED TO GET THEIR SHIT TOGETHER BEFORE I ACTUALLY FUCKIN EXPLODE JFC (╯✿◕益◕)╯︵ ┻━┻
Riza Hawkeye: That is indeed what happened
Rosé Thomas: And that’s why we made this chat
Rosé Thomas: So all of you can experience our pain
Edward Elric: ,,,,,,
Alphonse Elric: Seriously wtf is a lingfan
Mei Chang to pacific rim uprising is the sequel we didnt know we wanted and always needed no one fight me on this: you all know my name is mei right
Paninya: first time im hearin it
Mei Chang: because my calc teacher doesnt
Winry Rockbell: oh god what does he call u
Mei Chang: literally ‘mee’
Edward Elric: RIP IN FUCKING PEACE
Paninya: wot in tarnation
Ling Yao: u mean wot in pronunciation
Mei Chang: mee-eye is okay and mYE sure but MEE
Paninya: dw a teacher called me panYEA once lk??? bless u????
Edward Elric: omfg PETITION TO CALL PANINYA PANYEAH FROM NOW ON
Lan Fan: panno
Winry Rockbell: a teacher called me wine-ry in fifth grade like how in the actual fuck could u mess win-ree up
Edward Elric: maybe bc u were indeed hella whiny
Winry Rockbell: at least she knew i was there u were too smol to see over the table
Alphonse Elric: Better loud than nonexistent
Edward Elric: GTFO AL I WAS FUCKING TALLER THAN U
Paninya: “was”
Mei Chang: in any case i’m done trying to correct him hello yes my name is mee
Ling Yao: and wen it nite
Paninya: wtf r u on ling yao n where can i get some
Winry Rockbell: its another fucking meme i stg lan fan pls control this boy
Lan Fan: the kalc teachre cannt saye it rhite
Ling Yao: vINdICatION
Edward Elric to PROJECT LINGFAN: fuck this they gotta be in love
Winry Rockbell to Mulan but Better: hey theyre selling stroop waffles outside the bio building
Winry Rockbell: i can grab some for u if ur in class
Winry Rockbell: wait is that u in line
Winry Rockbell: are u wearing a lab coat
Winry Rockbell: u ran out of class didnt u
Winry Rockbell: did u not even bother to take off ur goggles u look like a nerdy terminator
Winry Rockbell: how many are u buying holy shit ARE U STUFFING THEM IN UR LABORATORY COAT POCKETS
Winry Rockbell: DID U JUST N A R U T O R U N OUT OF THE QUAD
Mulan but Better: why are you still asking me you know the answers yes
Roy Mustang to My Queen™: theyre selling stroop waffles right now
My Queen™: Has ling gotten there yet
Roy Mustang: theyre no longer selling stroop waffles right now
Rosé Thomas to 7 excellents and LAN FAN THE WAFFLE TRAITOR: It’s official
Rosé Thomas: Mustang won the bet
Winry Rockbell: wow i forgot that was still going on
Maria Ross: how’s ed taking it
Rosé Thomas: Oh how you would think he’d take it
Paninya: EYYYY EDS GONNA ATTRACT THE CAMPUS POPO AGAIN
Roy Mustang to PROJECT LINGFAN (WHAT IS A LINGFAN SOMEONE TELL ME ALREADY): if ling lost the bet he had to choose
Roy Mustang: either actually outright confess to lan fan or end whatever it is they have
Paninya: Y TF WOULD U GIVE HIM THE SECOND OPTION ALL THEY NEED TO DO IS STOP DANCIN AROUND EACH OTHER N BANG
Alphonse Elric: Paninya its more complicated than that
Paninya: WHAT IN THE 7TH RING OF HELL COULD BE SO COMPLICATED ABOUT THIS
Mei Chang: long story short
Mei Chang: our familys shit deep in politics
Mei Chang: either ling gets in there shit deep too or hes married off
Edward Elric: well fuck
Rosé Thomas: Lan fan knows
Rosé Thomas: When she messaged me after the party i found out that this is why she was so upset
Rosé Thomas: Apparently a drunk ling told her that she should leave him because ‘he’s scared about what would happen if he stopped caring and she deserves better than a coward’
Paninya: well now i feel like shit
Mei Chang: welcome to my world
Mei Chang to Secret Swiftie: remember how you came to my school and almost got arrested
Mei Chang: a couple of girls are asking about your tshirts
Secret Swiftie: call it what u want is a fuckin eargasm I TAKE IT ALL BACK ALL OF IT
Secret Swiftie: I HAVE HEARD AN ACTUAL REAL LIFE A N G E L
Mei Chang: great i’ll tell them you died
Lan Fan to WHOS FAKE PUNK ROCK NOW U FILTHY FUCKING HYPOCRITES P A N I N Y A: has anyone seen my book
Paninya: what book is it
Lan Fan: howard’s end
Alphonse Elric: Forsters great
Winry Rockbell: sorry i havent
Lan Fan: its fine i probably left it in the studio
Ling Yao: oi i was just kicked out of the dining hall what kind of DISRESPECT
Paninya: k but u were eatin all the soup
Ling Yao: is that a crime now
Winry Rockbell: u took the entire pot ling
Lan Fan: you didnt even try to be stealthy about it you just ran back to your seat giggling
Mei Chang: how are they just kicking you out now
Lan Fan: oh they have he climbs back in through the window
Edward Elric: last week u complained the rice wasnt cooked
Ling Yao: have u????? had the rice here??????? itS C R U N C H Y
Edward Elric: jfc lower ur standards ur highness this is college
Lan Fan: you dont pay 70K a year to eat
Paninya: just suck it up lk the rest of us
Winry Rockbell: its either this or starve yao
Ling Yao: :O
Ling Yao changed the chat name to fake friends™
Alphonse Elric to cAn yOU FEeL iT Now mR KRAbs: What the everloving fuck do i have to murder to find out what the shit lingfan is?????¿¿¿¿¿
Lan Fan: …..
Alphonse Elric: Ah
Alphonse Elric: Wrong chat
Paninya: (✿◉‿◉)
Winry Rockbell: AL FOR THE LOV EOF
Winry Rockbell kicked Lan Fan from the chat
Winry Rockbell kicked Ling Yao from the chat
Mei Chang: you know they can still see previous messages
Edward Elric: fuckkkkkk
Paninya: well first time not directin this at edward
Paninya: duuuuuude u fucked up
Panko to Lan Fan: hey i saved u a seat in psych but u didnt look over
Panko: is this about kickin u out of the squad chat
Lan Fan: do they all know
Panko: uh kno what
Lan Fan: does everyone know paninya
Panko: if i answer will u promise not to disappear again
Panko: no one told anyone else about it if thats what ur angry about we all figured it out by ourselves
Panko: well except for ed but that boi is dumb af
Panko: n im not sayin u guys were obvious or anything it took a while until we saw it
Lan Fan: i think im going to go back to my grandfathers for the weekend
Panko: pls dont drop off the face of the earth again
Lan Fan: i wont i was going to go back anyway and space is good
Panko: ur not the only one in this lan fan
Panko: no matter how much u wont see it
Lan Fan: (◠‿◠✿)
Winry Rockbell to PROJECT LINGFAN (ALPHONSE ELRIC DONE FUCKED UP YALL): so lan fans gone
Winry Rockbell: when did u say ling had to make a choice mustang
Roy Mustang: i didnt??
Edward Elric: u said he had to make a decision and DIDNT GIVE HIM A SHITDAMN DEADLINE
Edward Elric: ITS NEVER GONNA HAPPEN NOW HONDA
Paninya: well thats just great chevrolet
Riza Hawkeye: You really didnt think this through bmw
Roy Mustang: wow at least i didnt blow our cover
Alphonse Elric: Dont throw me under the bus with u toyota at least im repentant
Paninya: alright well now that lamborgini royally fucked up
Winry Rockbell: “lamborgini”
Winry Rockbell: so close
Edward Elric: so what the fuck is gonna happen now
Winry Rockbell: ok mei can talk to ling bc she lives with him
Mei Chang: unfortunately
Rosé Thomas: I don’t know if lan fan will be willing to talk
Rosé Thomas: She used an emoji again
Mei Chang: actually i’ll talk to her someone else tackle my brother
Paninya: idk how to speak fuccboi language one of the guys gotta do it
Winry Rockbell: after roy and als fuckups who else can we choose
Edward Elric: RUDE
Roy Mustang: sit down you didnt even know they were a thing
Edward Elric: MAYBE BC I DONT POKE MY FUCKING NOSE INTO OTHER PPLS BUSINESS
Alphonse Elric: Well ofc u physically cant ned
Winry Rockbell: can u even see other ppl without platform shoes
Mei Chang: or a ladder
Edward Elric: UR FUCKING SHORTER THAN ME JFC
Paninya to milk: hate it, shouting: always, music taste: shite = I AM FORCIBLY SHUT INTO THE BODY OF A SIX YEAR OLD: RIZA TOLD ME THERE IS A PETTING ZOO 3 MILES AWAY YALL MEET AT MY CAR IN 5
Edward Elric: we’re already fucking here
Ling Yao: lol weve been here for an hour
Alphonse Elric: Mustangs been holding a komodo dragon for approx half that time
Mei Chang: winry drove us and there are llamas
Winry Rockbell: i am surrounded by puppies rn am i dead
Paninya: bitch u r to me im writin u all out of my will CLEARLY ALL MY M8S ARE SHIT
Ling Yao to Sister Mine: mei
Ling Yao: meiiiiiii
Sister Mine: i’m literally right next to you what
Ling Yao: have u ever seen lan fan with her hair down
Sister Mine: once during the floor party you all snuck me into
Sister Mine: why do you ask
Ling Yao: her hair tie broke a few days ago and she was fussing with it and i couldnt breathe
Sister Mine: when her hair is down??
Ling Yao: up, down, soaking, gone
Ling Yao: she takes my breath away, mei
Ling Yao: she takes my breath away no matter what she does, or say, or looks like and i am a coward
Sister Mine: you may be right
Ling Yao: are you ashamed of me?
Sister Mine: that depends
Sister Mine: what do you plan to do about it
Lan Fan to Literal Monkey™: hey i know its 5 am and youre probably not even awake and this is probably useless anyway considering ive been transparent as all hell
Lan Fan: but i dont think sleep is an option until i tell you
Lan Fan: youre ridiculous
Lan Fan: youre ridiculous and full of it and infuriating and reckless and beautiful and just so so idiotic
Lan Fan: id have to be too i guess
Lan Fan: to be in love with you even after all of it
Lan Fan: and i really am just that
Lan Fan: idiotic and in love with you
Literal Monkey™: thanks
Lan Fan: did you just breakfast at tiffanys me
Literal Monkey™: yes because you would understand it
Literal Monkey™: you understand lan fan
Literal Monkey™: every shitty meme or reference or word i say you’ll always always understand
Literal Monkey™: just like how you understand that im all those things you said i was
Literal Monkey™: im reckless and infuriating and indecisive and greedy and far too ridiculous to deserve you and you understand that
Literal Monkey™: and if youre idiotic for being in love with me then im a hundred times more and you understand why too
Lan Fan: i think you have too much faith in me
Literal Monkey™: i think you have too little
Literal Monkey™: come to your window
Lan Fan: what why
Literal Monkey™: because its hard to type when im barely holding onto your window frame and looking like a hero straight out of an austen novel and honestly id rather told you how much im in love with you in person
Literal Monkey™: convention and all that
Lan Fan: well alright then
Paninya changed the chat name to IT FINALLY FUCKING HAPPENED LADS LINGFAN IS REAL FUCKING CHRIST NO MORE ANGST I AM LIBERATEDDDD
Alphonse Elric: Great so can someone pls explain wtf a lingfan is now
Edward Elric: Read at 8:09 AM
FULL VERSION AND CONTINUATION HERE
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Mason & Anders | Chatzy 1
Mason: Mason returned from the kitchen with two beers in hand, grinning at Anders as she handed him one of them and settled beside him on the couch. Ever since he'd had her over when shit was going down with her dad, Mase found herself falling for Anders harder and harder. She couldn't help herself - he was everything that she wanted and more, but she wasn't dumb. She was aware that he was still messing around with other girls, but she liked to pretend that they didn't exist and that she was the only one that he truly cared about in that manner. His phone was in between them, and Mase couldn't help glancing down at it before returning her gaze to the tv, an incredulous laugh leaving her lips as she shook her head. Instead of commenting, Mason took a long swig from her beer bottle, trying to shake the feeling that the gist of the text gave her.
Anders: Anders grinned as Mason took a seat next to him on the couch and handed him a beer. "Thanks babe," he cooed, pulling her close and giving her a small kiss. As soon as she was settled, his iPhone vibrated angrily, signaling that several texts were coming in in quick succession a few inches away from them. Shifting his weight, Anders grabbed the phone and brought it closer to his face, already recognizing a few key phrases that meant there may also be some naked photos coming.
Hot girl with big tits: baby, I miss u :(((((
Hot girl with big tits: i want to suck your cock ;))))
Hot girl with big tits: send me ur nudes, ill send u mine!!!
Hot girl with big tits: [nude photos]
Smirking, Ders responded with his own string of messages, not even bothering to hold the phone out of view from Mason. What the hell did she care? She knew he was fucking other girls, and he knew she was fucking other people too.
Anders: Awww, you miss me, huh? 😉
Anders: Prove it. Send me more nudes.
Mase: Mason could've smashed her beer bottle against the wall if she wasn't better at controlling her anger. His responses only pissed her off more, taking another few gulps of her beer to distract herself. Sure, she was still fucking other people, but she didn't openly sext those other people in front of Anders. "Hm, you should cut that shit out. That sad girl might actually think she's the only girl you're putting your dick in." Mase murmured, bringing the bottle to her lips once more, not bothering to look at Anders. If she did, she knew she would've started going off. "Probably makes her feel special because she's fucking a star athlete." Mason retorted with a bitter laugh. "Poor thing."
Anders: Anders snorted, still not taking his eyes off his phone. “Please. She’s gotten around with athletes in Boston plenty. I’m pretty sure I became eskimo bros with half the team after I screwed her the first time. Sure, she’d quit fucking around for a rock on her left hand, but she’s not deluded, if she hasn’t gotten it by now....” Ders trailed off, rolling his eyes and snorting again as if to suggest the girl in question was an old maid at 28. After a moment or two of silence, he removed his eyes from the topless mirror selfie plastered across his phone screen and glanced at Mason for a moment. As best as she was trying to hide it, he could tell she was annoyed. “What?” he asked, throwing up a hand a shrugging his shoulders innocently. “Why do you even care, by the way? You jealous I’m fucking a girl with double Ds?” he smirked, giving her a wink. “There’s plenty to go around, Mase. I’m sure she’d fuck you too.”
Mase: Mason rolled her eyes as he described the girl, not even knowing who she was and already starting to hate her for having Anders so captivated. She clearly saw the nude photo plastered on his screen, and she was beginning to feel extremely self conscious. Mase looked nothing like that girl, and she probably never would. 'That's obviously his type.' She thought to herself. 'Why would he ever see me as hotter than her?' Mason slammed her bottle down on the coffee table and got up from the couch, knowing if she sat next to him any longer, she'd explode. "Fuck you, Anders." She said through clenched teeth, stomping into the kitchen and rummaging around until she found the bottle she was looking for, unscrewing the cap and taking a shot of vodka straight from the bottle. "Fuckin' asshole." She muttered to herself, fighting the stinging sensation in her eyes, knowing she couldn't cry over this with him over. "Why don't you go over to her place, huh? Let her suck you and the rest of your team off so you don't have to sit on my couch and watch The Office all goddamn night. Seriously. Go."
Anders: Anders jumped as Mason slammed her bottle on the table, completely taken aback as she began swearing at him for seemingly no reason at all. It was just a joke. Clearly she knew that, right? He’d teased her about liking girls before, why was this time any different? “Jesus Christ, Mase!” he yelled back, standing and following her to the kitchen. “It was a joke! What the hell is your problem?!” he added angrily, ripping the bottle of vodka out of her hand and holding it out of her reach. “Because I vastly prefer a human being that has a personality and a brain?” Anders replied, contorting his face in a way that implied her question was extremely stupid. Pausing for a moment, Anders shook his head and exhaled to let off a little steam. Yelling wasn’t helping anything and he wasn’t even completely sure why he was getting mad. “Why do you care so much?” he said quietly after a few moments. “You don’t want to see naked photos? Fine. You’ve never complained when I’ve sent you nudes, but whatever, I guess. No more nudes.”
Mase: "My problem is you're sitting here staring at this girl's tits like she's just a piece of fucking meat, dude! That shit's irritating!" Mason yelled, thankful that she was able to think of a reason fast enough to cover the real reason why it upset her. When he snatched the bottle out of her hands, she groaned. He had a clear height advantage over her, so she was done drinking straight out of the bottle for a while. "Or because I've been consistently giving you pussy for months without fawning over what's in your fucking bank account." Mase retorted, crossing her arms across her chest. She bit her tongue to hold back the scream of frustration in her throat, knowing that even now her neighbors were probably even more upset with her and the frequent noise these two made. "How fucking dense could you be, Anders? I'm not pissed about the nudes, I'm pissed at how many girls you have at your beck and call literally all the goddamn time. And you can't even throw the fact that I fuck other people in my face because I don't openly stare at their tits with you sitting right next to me. I have a little bit of fucking decency."
Anders: “Well fine, I’m fucking sorry!” Anders yelled back, letting out an irritated groan and throwing the bottle down in the sink in front of him, thankfully not breaking it. He still couldn’t really understand why Mason was so mad at him. They weren’t exclusive, and as far as he knew, neither of them wanted to be, so why did Mase care whether he was looking at other girls’ nudes? She could have pulled out dick pics and he wouldn't have remotely given a shit. “Oh, yeah, that’s the entire fucking reason I’ve kept you around! It’s the reason why I pretty much hang out with you at least once a day, take you out on dates and sit here with take out and watch the fucking Office with you. All because you don’t say anything about how much money I make!” Anders screamed sarcastically, his blood boiling particularly hot at that comment. How could she not understand how much she meant to him? She was nothing short of his best friend. He loved her deeply, in so many ways, for so many reasons and this was what she reduced their relationship to? “I can have as many girls talking to me as I want to,” he seethed, moving closer to Mason. “And you have absolutely no grounds for an opinion on them either way because it’s none of your concern,” Ders added, gritting his teeth as he stood over her. Feeling his emotions building up more and more each second since the beginning of their conversation, Anders wasn’t surprised when he took his own empty beer bottle off the counter when it had been situated and threw it across the room, shattering it into a million pieces as he pounded his own fist into the counter. “Fine, I’ll give you my phone every time I walk in your door just for safe keeping since I apparently can’t control myself,” he spat. “Fuck. You. Mase.”
Mase: "You always said I had a pretty pussy." Mason commented sarcastically, crossing her arms across her chest stubbornly. To him, she must've seemed upset for literally no reason, but she just couldn't tell him how she actually felt. This was Anders - her best friend and the person who happened to be holding onto her heart with a vice-like grip without even knowing it. She stood her ground as he approached her, not even bothering to crane her neck up to look at him, keeping her gaze on the bottle in the sink. "Yeah, I can't police every single girl that wants to throw it back for you. You're not an idiot, it's not like you're gonna turn 'em away." The brunette grumbled, finally looking up at him to raise a brow as a challenge. She jumped when he threw the bottle across the room, watching as it shattered against the wall and scattered across the floor. "You know what? Fuck you, Anders! You're such a goddamn asshole, I don't even know how I put up with you!" Mason yelled, giving him a shove. "You're the biggest fucking child I know, you need to grow the fuck up sometime."
Anders: Tears filled the corners of Anders’ eyes as Mason screamed back at him, his anger, hurt, sadness and loneliness all mixing together as one to form a toxic cocktail of emotions all fighting to spill out at once. All Anders wanted to do was hit something, break something else, go on a rampage. If he was at home he might have done it too, but the small remaining ounces of sense left in him reminded him that that it would not only be shitty to do so, but also might be something that scared Mason enough to completely end whatever fraying remains of a relationship they now had left. The shove came quickly, and though it did little to sway Anders’ large frame, it felt like a complete betrayal, the tears that were formerly fighting to stay away now spilling out of his eyes. Sadness, hurt and loneliness all pushed themselves out in the open at once, anger thankfully taking a backseat to them for a moment. “Mason,” Anders managed to squeak out between sobs. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You just mean so much to me...” he trailed off, unable to catch up his breathing with his tears causing him to gasp over and over like a child. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Mase: There was nothing that Mason wanted more than to just wrap Anders up in her arms as soon as he started crying, but she was holding her ground, letting him see how angry she actually was. She couldn't falter - he had to see that his actions always had definite reactions. Plus, she was already too caught up with the idea that Anders didn't see her the way that she saw him, and she had to keep her face stoic to mask her true emotions. She should've saw it coming, after all, she's her mother's daughter. Her mother is still the best person in the world in Mason's eyes, but even her loving and warm nature couldn't keep a marriage together. Why did Mason expect to be any different? "I accept your apology." She whispered, plucking a couple napkins from the holder and handing them to him with a sigh. "I shouldn't have said those things to you, that was fucked up. I'm sorry." Mase murmured, pushing her hands through her hair and pacing about the kitchen, tugging on the strands to keep her own emotions in check. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me."
Anders: “No, n-no. Don’t apologize. Y-you’re r-right,” Anders whimpered, accepting the napkins and wiping his eyes with them. His breath still ragged and his head still running a million miles a minutes, Ders steadied himself against the counter top, closed his eyes and tried his best to remember how to breathe normally. It took him a minute or so to return to a somewhat normal state again, but when he did, he tried his best to go on as if they hadn’t just blown up at each other in their first real fight. “W-where’s your dust p-pan?” he asked, avoiding making eye contact with Mason as he quickly searched the kitchen area, just trying to keep his hands busy so she wouldn’t see them shaking. “In here?” he asked, opening a closet door and easily finding what he was looking for. “Stay over t-there,” he said firmly, taking note of her bare feet. Anders worked quickly, manically, as he swept up the broken glass, completely ashamed and still unwilling to look his friend in the eye. When he had finished, he deposited the bottle remnants in the garbage and made his way back to Mason. “I’m a fucking idiot, Mase. I’m sorry,” he whispered, looking down at his feet. “I can understand if you don’t wanna hang out anymore after this.”
Mase: Mason sighed as Anders started gathering the stuff to sweep up the broken glass, listening to him and staying in her kitchen. Instead of standing, she hopped up on her counter and resting her face in her hands, digging the palms into her eyes to wipe away her tears as quickly as possible. She could tell he was purposely avoiding eye contact with her, and it was breaking her fucking heart to know that he couldn't bring himself to look at her. It was her fault, anyways. If she wasn't jealous over someone she wasn't dating, none of this would've ever happened, but nope. She always had to start shit. "No, don't even say that." Mason muttered, shaking her head and opening her arms for him and pulling him into her chest when he was finally in arms reach. "I was the biggest dick in the world, okay? This was my fault. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She tilted his chin up so they could finally look at each other. "Kiss me."
Anders: The tears came rushing out again as Mason pulled him into her chest. He couldn’t believe what he had just done. The yelling and name calling was one thing, breaking things was another. “It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault,” he murmured into her shoulder, now wailing. “You’re perfect. You’re absolutely perfect and I was so fucking stupid,” he weeped. As Mase lifted his chin to hers, Anders finally made eye contact for the first time in minutes, his eyes red, puffy and ashamed. He issued a small, quarter second peck to her lips, truly believing she was the absolute last thing in the universe he deserved right then. Sighing, he leaned his forehead on Mase’s an closed his eyes, taking in what he still assumed might be one of their last moments together, just enjoying being close to her for a few more seconds. It was then that his phone started to go off again. Multiple times. He pulled away and angrily charged over to it, hitting the answer but forcefully. “Don’t call or text me ever again,” he seethed into the receiver before hanging up, shutting it off and tossing it in an aimless direction. That was the first moment in the last 20 that he realized his fist was bleeding and swollen from slamming it into Mason’s counter top. “Um, do you have any ice?” he whimpered.
Mase: Mason wiped his tears away when they came, just shaking her head in response. "Not your fault." She whispered against his lips, resting her forehead against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her fingers carded through the hair on the nape of his neck as they enjoyed their small moment together, the anger she was feeling slowly melting away until his phone started vibrating once more. Her arms dropped to her sides when he stormed over to his phone, a little laugh escaping her lips as he told the blonde never to contact him again. "Of course." Mason replied, sliding off the counter to open her freezer, pulling out a small ice pack and getting a clean dish towel to wrap it in so it wouldn't be too cold on his hand. "Here, come ice for a bit. I'll clean it up in, like, twenty minutes." Mason opened one of the cabinets in her kitchen to retrieve her small first aid kit, pulling out an antibacterial wipe and some ointment.
Anders: Anders felt so unbelievably grateful for having a person like Mason with him in that moment. After all of the drama he had just caused, after acting like a dumbass, after smashing things and punching things, she still wanted broken, stupid, lonely him. He winced a little as Mason worked on his hand, the pain finally breaking through to the surface after 20 minutes of straight adrenaline had prevented it from doing so. “You’re so wonderful,” he whispered, watching her work. “I love you, Mason,” he added taking her free hand with his and giving it a kiss. “You’re the most beautiful, sweet, talented, smart, extraordinary woman I’ve ever met in my life. Don’t ever doubt that for a second.” When Mason finished tending to his hand, Anders lead her back to the couch and motioned for her to lay beside him so they could cuddle. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck, inhaling her scent as they lay there. “More Office or should we switch to Parks and Rec?” he smiled, massaging her back. This was perfect. This was what he wanted more than anything.
Mason: Mason knew that despite everything they'd just gone through, there was no way she could stay mad at Anders for long. That was her person - she'd never be able to leave him behind. After he iced, she started cleaning and tending to his hand, being as gentle as possible through all of his wincing and clenching to get him all cleaned up. His words made her smile, but she didn't look up from her task until he took her free hand and kissed it. "I love you." Mason whispered, setting the ointment down once it was applied. "Through it all, I swear I do." She gladly followed him to the couch, tucking herself into his side and sighing softly at the feeling of his lips on her neck. "Let's switch it up." Mason murmured, picking up the remote to change shows, tossing it aside once the new one started. Mase had already forgotten about their stupid fight - she was too content to be laying in Anders' arms and pretending like he was all hers. 'Soon.' She thought to herself. 'He'll know soon.'
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Crème de la Crème: 28
Evie:
“I can’t believe I let you do this shit.” I kissed my teeth as I sat in the dressing room of Saks Avenue. Today was suppose to be a day of relaxing and chilling with my girl but instead I wake up to bullshit.
Tish rolls into my bedroom around nine in the morning talking about I need to throw out my old wardrobe and get a new one. To my surprise the bitch had been there way before I woke up and threw out most of my shit.
I was fuckin’ livid as hell, we just bought those clothes a few months back. She said that if I wanted Ashton the way that I say I wanted him I needed to switch things up. My wardrobe is too bland. I swear I couldn’t stand her ass.
Now, we’re in Saks where she’s throwing nine hundred dollar shoes at me. “Bitch, I am not paying this much for a damn pair of shoes!?” I shrieked. This trick has lost her ever-lasting mind.
“If you don’t wake up and start living! Girl your checks say you can afford that shit! I say live a little and buy the shit because you can. Plus, you still sitting on that hefty ass bonus that you’ve yet to use. Girl, i would’ve bought me a new car and house!” She said excitedly.
I sighed. “Fine, but damn these shoes are a bit much. I think I need new clothes more than anything. Ya know, since someone got rid of every single piece of clothing I had. Remind to punch you in the throat later.”
She grinned. “Girl BYE! Those tragic ass clothes needed to be burned. If you want your baby daddy to notice you, you need to step it up. Especially if he entertaining the help and shit.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m just over the both of they asses and that is not my baby daddy.” I snapped. Ever since I told her about Ashton bitch ass and I she’s been on this he’s my baby daddy tip. “Oh he’s not?” She questioned with her eyebrow cocked.
“Your body language says differently. You know I’m good at noticing body language and sweets your body is screaming for ashton to tear them walls up!” She screamed.
She so damn dramatic.
“First of all, I’m not checking for that yellow nigga and secondly my walls are not screaming out for him.” I said through my teeth. I glanced around the dressing room to make sure no one heard.
“Oh, so we in denial now?” Tish stopped her movements and stood in front of me with her hands on her hips.
“I don’t know what to do any more.” I insisted “What’s wrong with us Tish? Why do we want men that don’t really want us because I know we’re good women, why can’t they see that?” I asked
She shrugged “Who knows, we see potential and run with it” she sighed "I wanted to change Tez, I just knew one day he would, you see how that blew up in my face, huh?” She shook her head and laughed.
I frowned slightly.
“I shouldn’t have stayed as long as I did because that ride or die bullshit is a myth. For you, Ashton’s the first guy you’ve entertained in a while, he’s different from what you’re used to. Wild, unpredictable and probably charming, like Tez. It’s intriguing, right?” She asked.
I nodded.
She shifted her attention from the rack of clothes and looked at me “I joke with you about him a lot, Ashton that is, but I’m kinda happy he;s not checking for you anymore because I know his type and sis.” She rested her hand on my shoulder before continuing “I will catch a charge for you.” She said with all seriousness.
I smiled. “I know, so I guess that’s the good in all of it all then, huh? My bestie staying out of jail?"
She pointed at me and winked. "There’s always a good in something.” She laughed “But what you will do is slay that nigga life and show him what he’s been missing and pull you a new nigga.” She smiled shaking the shoes in her hand.
I rolled my eyes “Speaking of new nigga, Sean?” I asked. The cutest smile graced her face “What about him, we’ve been talking about work and stuff.” She shrugged.
“What’s the stuff?” I asked with a small smirk. Seeing Tish and Sean together, I’m not even going to lie, they complemented each other. “Nothing, I’m not trying to go there with him. Not after Michael and Martez.”
I nodded my head. I could understand where she’s coming from, she’s been through a lot with men lately. But, I think her and Sean would be so cute together.
“Well, I think he’ll make a good friend for you if anything. I’m willing to share my work buddy with you. But leave Auggie to me! That’s my pooh.” I laughed because if August knew i called him that he would have a fit.
“Auggie pooh?” She questioned, raising her eyebrow with a sly smirk on her face. “Oh no! It’s not like that. He’s like my best friend plus he’s not my type.” I responded quickly.
“Oh, we know who your type is honey.” She winked and I shook my head and laughed.
I can’t stand her.
———-
A few hours of hitting up every store in the mall, I was tired. I spent so much money on clothes, shoes and accessories I was sure I was gonna be bankrupt. But, all in all I had a good time bonding with my sissy.
Now, I was pulling up to my house and of course my brother was home. Tez and I haven’t really been speaking to each other. For the most part we acted as though we were strangers and I felt like I was walking on egg shells around him.
I missed talking to my brother everyday, he was my everything. He was best friend and I refused to keep walking around MY house and not speaking to him.
Getting out of my car, I Grabbed as many bags as I could and walked up to my front door. I huffed once I realized that I had to may bags in my hand and could barely open the door. I sat my bags down and jammed my key into the keyhole and unlocked the door.
Once the door was open, I grabbed all of my bags and headed in the house. To my surprise my brother was laying across the couch watching TV. I dropped the bags, closing the front door. “Hey.” He said not even bothering to look at me.
I groaned and picked up the bags and headed to my room, after throwing everything by my bed, I stomped my way back into the living room. I stood in front of the TV, making his eyes finally met mine.
“What?”
“What? Really Tez? We haven’t spoken in weeks and all you have to say is what?” I shrieked.
“I don’t know what to say to your spoiled ass, Evie. You dead ass wrong and you know it. She kept my kid from me and I understand her reasoning but, but you are my blood you should’ve told me about my kid!” His voice roared.
My eyes bucked, I was in shock that he was even talking to me like this. My facial expressions switched from shock to anger in the matter of seconds. “Let me tell you something….” My voice trailed off as I walked up on him and hovered over him.
“That wasn’t any of my damn business but let’s be clear since you can’t seem to listen to what the fuck I’m saying! I promised her that I wouldn’t say any damn thing! Yes, your my brother and we’re blood but you were a fucked up ass boyfriend and you know it! we didn’t even think that Hazel was even going to make it!”
“She was so little and the doctors told us it was touch and go. For six months Tish had to watch her baby in the ICU! She was trying to save you from that heartbreak! She even banned me from seeing my niece! Yes, we both fucked up but she thought she was protecting you by not saying anything because we thought that we would be burying her! It’s by the grace of god she’s alive! Do you know that Tish loved you more than life itself? When you came home she was gonna take you back, but you so bent over backwards about us not telling you!” I continued.
“I th–”
“I’m not done! Do you know what it feels like to know that something that you made and created was on the verge of dying? No, you wouldn’t know because she was trying to save your ass! Cut her some damn slack and man the fuck up! I love you, god knows I do but I refuse to let this come between us. Now get your ass up an give me a hug!” I snapped at him.
Martez sat there with his bottom lip on the floor. He had officially pushed me over the damn edge. With this shit going on with Ashton and them Him being mad at me over something I couldn’t control had me on ten thousand.
“What I tell you about that cussing?” He stood and grabbed my arm and pulled me into his chest. “Oh shut up!” I rolled my eyes and laid my head on his chest. “I’m sorry for not telling you but we both thought we were protecting you. We didn’t mean any harm or ill feelings.” I said, truthfully.
Martez
“I know you didn’t” I admitted "But it doesn’t feel that way. I said as she pulled away
She nodded “I know...” she said “I wasn’t going to tell you though, I’m sorry. I know it seems like I’m choosing Tish over you but that’s just not the case. Whether I told you or didn’t, it as still a lose/lose situation for me” she said falling back onto the couch
I sat next to her “So it as just easier for not to tell me?” I questioned
I didn’t want to fight with my sister but right now I was having a hard time seeing her point.
"Yes Tez, I’m not going to lie to you. You and Tish always put me in fucked up situations and I’m tired of it, no matter what I do it;s going to be wrong and that’s not fair. I begged her to tell you about Hazel just like I begged you to be a better boyfriend; neither of you listened and now you’re in the position you;re in now. It’s not my fault, you two made your choices” she ranted using her hands for emphasis
“I wasn’t that bad.”
She laughed sarcastically "You fuck up all the good things going for you." She said tucking her legs under her body
I know I wasn’t the best when it came to Tish and I’s relationship
"What are you talking about?”
“Take mom for one, we had no reason to go there that day. Life was good for us without them in it. Until this day you're holding on to this false image of what she could possibly be, she’s not a good person. You let her burn you so many times and it landed you in jail. Then there’s your relationship with Tish...”
I blew out air.
“I feel like you fucked that up on purpose.” she said resting her elbow on the back of the couch
“Why would I do that? I love that girl.” I said
“You sure?” she asked “Tez, she gave you chance after chance and you took advantage of that. You know the real reason why kept Hazel from you?” she asked
I rolled my eyes “To keep me from getting hurt.”
“That and you didn’t even showed her that you cared. She told you about the baby and you still didn’t stop you bullshit and then when she told you about the “miscarriage”, she said you acted like you didn’t care, it was right back to the case.”
“You act like I just didn’t give a fuck about her at all. Shit, we both knew what was going on and knew that there was a possibility that I wasn’t getting out of that fucking jail cell. I just thought that maybe this was a sign.” I told her.
I honestly didn’t even see the fucking problem here. Yeah, I fucked up many of times with Tish but she always forgave me afterwards. I guess I preyed on that shit a lot.
I knew that most women wouldn't have dealt with bullshit I continuously put Tish through. “See, you still don’t get the damn picture, Tez.” Evie scoffed and rolled her eyes at me.
“But she always forgave me though.” I responded. If looks could kill I would’ve dropped dead right here.
“That’s your fuckin’ problem. I swear you and your mother are one in the damn same. Just because she forgave your black ass don’t make it right! What is wrong with you?” She jumped up onto her feet. “Let me ask you something, what if Hazel met a nigga like you and allowed herself to continuously be disrespected by a guy? What if I decided to let a man continue to cheat on me and dog me out the way you did Tish?”
I sighed “That’s not the point.”
“Yes the fuck it is, as far as I’m concerned your black ass needs to fuckin’ apologize to her.” She said. I glared at her as she stared right back at me with the exact same expression on her face.
She’s so team Tish, what’s even more fucked is that she don’t even see the fucked up shit that Tish ass has done. I know I haven’t been the perfect nigga to her but she ain’t been the perfect girl either.
Far as I’m concerned we both wrong.
"You don't think you should apologize for anything?" She asked
I shook my head "I feel like even at this point." I said with a shrug
"Even? Nowhere near!" she said
"Why you so pressed about it?" I questioned
"Maybe because I was with someone that treated me badly." my eyebrow shot up when she said that "He cheated on me every chance he got." She said looking down at her hands
"When the fuck was this?" I snapped
I didn't like my sister getting mistreated by anyone, I don't even do it because of our fucked up upbringing. It took her years to recover from that traumatic time.
"When you went in." She said "My loyalty to him wouldn't let me leave so I dealt with because I felt like I couldn't do any better. He made me feel so low…"
My ears got hot with anger. I felt like I was going to explode at any moment.
"Who’s this nigga!" I demanded
“You.” She simply said
My face scrunched up “What are you talking about?”
"The person I was describing was you, Tez, that's you." She said "I didn't know how else to get to you. I'm trying to get you to understand that You're just like Ken." She said firmly
"What? I'm nothing like him, I've never put my hands on any woman a day in my life."
"That doesn't mean you don’t have the same traits as he does. You mistreat the people there around you because you can. What has Tish ever down to merit your behavior?” she asked
"Tish left me at my lowest!" I yelled
"While you brought her to hers. I keep trying to tell you, it's not always about you. " she said "That hurt you're feeling right now, that's exactly how she felt when she had to deal with different bitches, go against her parents for you and compromise her self-worth because of the love that she had for you. All she ever wanted for you to do was respect and care for her the way she did you.”
"I cared." I said "I was just mad and confused." I admitted
I definitely did care about Tish's mental when she went through what she did with Hazel but, I was never good at my words or feelings. That was my problem, I could have asked how she was feeling, I just didn't know how to process what was happening myself.
When she told me I felt like that's just another tragic I was being punished for. For all the fucked up shit I did to her coming back tenfold. I’ve been fighting with myself for years, a fight that I should have never involved her in but her innocence drew me that made me stuck on her.
Maybe Evie’s right. In a way, I was like Ken. I did Tish just like he did my mother, sister and I.
Evie shook her head "That's why you don't want to admit you're wrong because you wanna be stuck in your feelings and not acknowledge the ones you hurt; you really you lost your girl over your pride?" she chuckled lightly "Good night, man."
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headcannons that i wrote with sej but never posted :( but anyway here ya go (1)
when hendo scores that screamer, marko cant believe what he’s seeing,
“WAS THAT GOAL REAL LORIS WAS IT REAL” “YES MARKO IT WAS REAL
okay loris being like hendo’s gonna score and when he does loris like OH YESSSS I WAS RIGHT and Marko is like….holy shit you genius….
so now marko is totally in awe of loris and they start taking about random shit with interruptions of OO HES GONNA SCORE not, and crying on each other when we conceded,
marko and loris are #total bros, they are like the same type of person its weird
i can imagine loris being so outraged when we conceded NO NO WHY HIM NOT HIM THIS IS ANNOYING
, AND MARKO IS ALL NOOOO, and getting a little scared at loris’ non chill but hes kinda the same, and there both swearing or something and klopp looks back and grins cus these are his sons, and they totally learnt from him,
zeljko smacks him on the arm and tells he shouldnt be proud that his footballers are swearing
okay but klopp jumpping to his feet and opens his mouth to scream and then he just hears this massive FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!! and turns around to see loris and marko on their feet and klopp is like….well ok…did my job for me then
and they see klopp looking at them and they get all shy and embarrassed and sit down and klopp laughs but there back on their feet the next minute,
LORIS AND MARKO TOTALLY GO ON ROAD TRIPS AROUND ENGLAND TOGETHER, marko has totally found the buddy who’s willing to travel england with him
BECAUSE MARKO HAS THE NICEST CARS IN THE WORLD AND LO CHERISHES THEM SO MARKO MAKES HIM HIS ROAD TRIP BUDDY
and its totally like ok like the most lit thing ever and they take so many pics and they have the same taste in music and they take turns driving and stuff,
they totally #bond on there road trips and marko snapchats the whole thing and loris sends emre and sham cool pics, and they come to training with so many stories
and dejan and emre are ultimate bantz bros and dejan is like why didnt u congratulate me on my goal emre
and emre being all like pssshhh anyone coulda scored that. hendo had the beauty and dejan scoffing and smiling bye
dejan totally ruffles emre’s hair and everyone else is like how hasnt dejan lost a hand yet.
cus dont touch the hair dude
klopp worked out that the third kit is a curse and he got sick of loris and emre whining about the disgusting colour, which klopp doesnt get why lo does it cus the dude has to where it all the time,
but he still moans, and well klopp cant be bothered liistening to it, and he put them away in storage, anything for his fave german sons
Pleeeease klopp the toxic green is horrible to wear 😩😩😩 klopp: loris your kit is grey??? Loris: yeah but emre won’t shut up so I’m suffering too
klopp shakes his head cus he dealt with mario and marco at bvb but these two are wORSE
And hes like FINE, and tells the kitmen to hide them or something cus he aint putting up with this,and emre is so pleased now he doesnt have to wear it but he teases the fuck outta loris and lo is like im telling klopp to bring them backkkk just for you,
and emre is proper fiesty on the pitch and loris is like
“really emre picking another fight really”“do I have to fucking babysit u or what. whats ur problem emre”. “he fuckin tried to touch my hair”. “the bitch ill fight him for u”
GIVE ME MY PHONE LORIS, Wait up em , emre tries to grab it, LAST ONE EMRE COME ON
que the slap round the head from emre
and lo does it AGAIN but emre doesnt know and for ages emre isnt getting messages everyone thinks he’s giving them the cold shoulder and he’s like??? wtf???? then sees all the pictures which are like different angles of lo’s hair
cue emre storming into the dressing room everyone like oh shit its going down and emre just glares at lo and is like “YOU!!!!”
and everyone is like trying not to laugh cus oooo serious shit, and then loris just fucking bursts out laughing and every1 is like ……what and they start giggling too and emre is like USE UR OWN PHONE LORIS , and hes like but ur camera is better, WE HAVE EXACTLY THE SAME PHONE, …….idk man i like ur camera better,
but really he only does it to make emres life hell
snapchat videos of the game from his angle asdfgh"emre takin out a guy no. 2958"“hey emre say hi!!!” “what are you DOING?…..hey guys [smolder]
LORIS PUT THAT PHONE BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME
emre totes said that him
“WHAT YA GONNA DO? FOUL ME? oh no shit wait i take that back”
loris following emre thru anfield with his camera like “hey guys emre looks good, zooms in super close to his hair, look at that perfection”, emre being affectionatly annoyed
emre chasing him, loris being like EMRE NO IM SORRY COME ON, emre getting lo in a headlock and screwing up loris hair
a lot of people have been asking whats in your bagpack” “no they havent” “ok no they havent but im asking” loris rooting thru like heres emres gel, ‘its wax’ whatever same thing emre, and heres his wallet, ‘leave that aloneee loris’ and heres…… 'LORIS LEAAVE MY THINGS ALONEEE’, loris running off with the bag down the hallway, and the sc vid just full of frantic running and giggling and shouts of LORIS YOU FUCKING SHIT GET BACK HERE,
LORISSSSSSSSS
AND LORIS TRIPS OR SOMETHING AND THE STUFF GOES EVERYWHERE AND EMRE IS LIKE LOOK WHATS YOU’VE DONE but lo is too high on life and the video ends with p much just having a laughing fitl
and he looks at camera just in tears and like this grumps is angry with me but I DONT CARE and emre trying to grab his things and some of the other lads coming round the corner like whats going and seeing lo pissing himself laughing on the fall makes them laugh and soon there all laughing and emre wacks lo on the arm and laughs to
and before you know everyone is liking posting videos and pictures of what just happened and the rest of the world is just like???? eh????and they have really cryptic captions like “WAX [crying laughing
and like some time later they peel themselves off the floor still giggling some and emre is like u alright and lo is like yh and its like nice and not bantery and its all good and so much love
and yesss everyone is hella confused on social media but this team just full on loves on each so much and its amazing
everyone loves lo, i cry, 3 months at the club and everyone is already in love with him every1 fave goalie, i bet they randomly turn up at his house and just crash and chill out, cus well he lets them all in and hes super chill and everything
he got his hair cut everyone was fighting to touch it
poor dude has noo food left in his fridge, but hendo goes shopping and brings him things when he comes over cus hes a good captain and he takes care of our baby goalie and loris was swooning in the love and they literally made a line the fricking idiots
and just like at really quiet moments when someone’s stood next to him they’ll just reach up and stroke his hair and he’s just like….what you dooooin…
bet u a million dollors adz did that him, i bet u anything that really happened one time, and lo gave him a look like wtf and adz is like ur hair is so nice and soft and lo is ???……..ok then and adz is like u have the best hair on the team
and hendo screams over ACTUALLY EMRE HAS THE BEST HAIR ON THE TEAM, que arguments between #married couple no.1 and #married couple no.2
emre being all smug like hah i have the best hair and loris being like nah bitch i do and hendo being lke emre has the best hair and adz being like have u felt lo’s hair its amazing and klopp being like im going back to bvb, where things were normal and my players didnt fight over other peopls hair
god can you imagine like everybody filing in on these four full blown fighting and Milly and studge are like BREAK IT UP cos it sounds so serious and then they hear hendo scream ADMIT EMRE HAS SILKY SMOOTH HAIR!!!!
klopp walks away ashamed with his head in his hands, zelkjo is considering leaving, ads is close to tears, studge is in hysterics, lo pissing himself laughing, emre being like hah bitch i win, and loris walking away like whatev’s dude im still better than u and emre following him cus they need to continue arguing, its their thing,
hendo being like alright ok dont cry ads and then he cuddles him,
mils being exasperated and considering a move away from all this hectic mess ,
they all go back to training but klopp is missing and everyone is like ……..what happened to him and zeljko being like hes prolly packing his bags cus u lot are idiots,
que scared looks and extra hard commitment to training,
cus kloppo is more important than hair and loris being like see emre u scared off our mananger, and em being like MEEEE u started it , their bickering never stops ,
and hendo goes to find kloppo like a good captain and he’s just in his office ruining a stress balll
really hendo are we fighting about hair in training, hendo blushes and is like …….sorry…..but emre /does/ have the best hair.
klopp shaking his head like i expect this from the baby germans but u and adam, come on hendo,
but kloppo he does, yh he does but we dont fight about it in training and dont make adz cry, hes my fave son leave him alone,
hendo- so ur not running away, klopp shakes his head and laughs cus zeljko honestly, but hendo feels proud cus klopp agrees that emre has the best hair and thats all he wants,
adz can stick it, but hes not gonna make him cry again, klopp might kill him
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