#it wasnt until the very end that he turns me off completely | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

livlaughloveluke · 7 months

Text

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬- 𝐞.𝐥

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ethan doesn’t believe in love at first sight until he sees you

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: lil cursing, non!ghostface ethan, a short lil fluff

𝐚/𝐧: hopefully this one is a little cuter since the last one was kinda sad 🥴💘 not proofread either! also should next imagine be jack or another ethan?

ethan was sitting in the kitchen, scrolling through instagram on his phone. it was a friday night, and while most college kids were out partying, he was alone in his dorm. he had recently moved from california to attend the university. since he had moved on his own, he didnt know anyone in new york.

he had met his roommate , chad, the previous week. chad was friendly, but he was out with his friends most of time. speaking of which, where was chad tonight?

while ethan was brainstorming possibilities, the door handle started jiggling, and chad and a group of around six entered, all laughing.

however, the first thing ethan noticed was you.

your luscious hair slightly bounced as you walked inside with the group, and your bubbly aura immediately filled the room.

ethan was completely unaware that chad was returning with friends, and was severely caught of guard by their presence. panic filled his mind when he realized what he was wearing. he thought he looked so childish, with his pajama pants and white wife beater.

you however, thought he look amazing. he was so effortlessly gorgeous, with long, curly brown locks that draped over his forehead beautifully.

when chad saw ethans freaked out look, he immediately started apologizing for not warning him.

“holy shit man, im so sorry! i totally forgot to mention that they were coming over for a movie tonight.” chad says, panicking a little. everyone in the room was now fully aware of ethans awkward presence, and glared at him.

“uh- its no problem. i can go hang out in my room or something. or if you want me to leave the dorm, thats okay too! i can maybe go the store or to-“ ethan stuttered out, now embarrassed and looking at the floor, before he was cut off by another voice.

“ethan, right? you should join us! we were thinking about watching a horror movie, if you wanted to watch with us.” you say to the shy boy, who lifted his head up, now looking at you.

holy shit. he didn’t believe in love at first sight until he saw you there, the dim lighting somehow enhancing your features. cheesy, i know. but how could he not fall for you? you were caring, and not to mention, absolutely gorgeous.

“yeah i’d love to!” ethan exclaimed, quickly realizing how desperate he sounded. you only giggled, settling his nerves.

the group was now spread out in the living room, debating what movie to watch. everyone had introduced themselves to ethan, and from listening to them, he concluded that everyone seemed pretty chill.

anika and mindy were cuddled up together on one side of the couch, with tara and chad on the other side, also snuggling. sam was in her own recliner, which left you and ethan on the floor in the living room. you both sat in beanbag chairs that were very close together, making his heart speed up.

everyone decided that The Conjuring was a good choice, so chad turned it on. it was around midnight, and with every minute you could feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

as the movie played, you started to subconsciously close your eyes and lean your head on ethans shoulder.

your simple actions nearly caused the poor boys lungs to burst, butterflies swarming his stomach. he could no longer focus on the movie, for he was concentrated on keeping you asleep and comfortable.

however, he wasnt a big night owl, and started to drift off into sleep, too. he rested his head on top of yours, and quickly fell into a deep slumber.

by the end of the movie, you both somehow turned in your sleep, and ended up on the same beanbag, cuddling. your head laid on his chest, and his arms were wrapped loosely around your waist. both deep asleep, probably dreaming about one another.

while the credits played, the group shifted their attention from the screen to you and ethan. well, everyone except anika, because she too had fallen asleep on mindys shoulder.

quiet “awws” echoed from most of the friends, besides mindy, who wasn’t big on other’s relationships. tara was busy thinking, and came to the conclusion that you and him would make the cutest couple.

chad however wasn’t big on thinking, and whipped out his phone to take a picture of the pair. everyone looked at him, a little confused, while he held the biggest grin on his face.

when he noticed everyones facial expressions, he explained his reasoning.

“what? this will be a cute photo for when they start dating!” he blurts out.

the group laughs, and they decide to all spend the night at the boys dorm, because of how late it was, and how tired they all were.

chad was right. when you and ethan made it official a few months later, the photo never failed to stain his cheeks with a bright red hue.

#jack champion #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #ethan landry angst #ethan landry x reader #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x reader #jack champion x actress! reader #liv’s writing !

288 notes · View notes

skullvgirl · 1 month

Text

a strange dream | barou

incl. barou 🎀 ( he would kill me )

warnings. completely sfw, fluff, school!au, fem reader, very much ooc, slow burn

an's. i missed him so much i had to revisit

BAROU probably hasnt got any interest in you before your relationship, not in a bad way but lets be honest—he's a soccer addict, he definitely wouldn't notice you until well, he did.

you're both sitting in math class (which did i mention had one hell of alot of students) and someone from the other side of the room asks to pass a note to you, rumor has it they've got a crush.

eventually the note ends up in the large hands of Barou Shouei and he's of course expected to pass it along to you but doesn't see anyone ahead of him expecting to receive it from him. he's confused—who the hell was yn ?

its his bad—he really wasnt to familiar with anything not soccer related.

he looked around, then finally decided to give the piece of paper back to the person he got it from—whoever that was.

you look at barou confused, so the paper was for you? you had originally gave it too him because you weren't sure if the people mumbling in the back of the classroom were really talking about you or not.

you opened your mouth to whisper-yell at him, but he wasn't paying attention to you anymore, his eyes trained on the teacher once again.

you uncrumpled the paper, trying to be as quiet as possible in the dead silence, but with no luck.

"yn?!"

shit

"yes miss?", you hid the paper under the desk, trying not to make eye contact with the 28 other students that had eyes on you.

"care to share with the class whats so important that you need to be passing notes in my class?"

fuck

reason #1 why you really hated this class, your math teacher was a fucking bitch.

'mean girl giggles' echoed throughout the room, barous eyes paying special attention to what you were about to do.

you dreaded the feeling of being forced to stand up in front of the entire class and read aloud whatever was written on the small note.

"get to it missy"

oh fuck off

you looked around the classroom trying to assess anyone who may have been distressed or embarrassed but with no luck, everyone seemed to be waiting on you.

weird...

"im serious yn. if you dont start reading in the next 10 seconds im going to—"

"no, no thats okay—i-im reading"

for whoever wrote me this, i am so sorry.

you cleared you throat in preparation for the humiliation you were about to face, curses be upon you miss peterson.

"hi, i think your really cute, we should go out sometime together, from..."

your heart stopped.

oh no this cant be right

"thats it."

"thats it?" the teacher probed, slowly making her way towards you.

"that it. i-it just says from your secret admirer after that nothing else".

your math teacher narrowed her eyes, looking closely at your expression—she didn't buy it.

dont breakeyecontactdont break eye contactdont breakeyecontactdontbreakeyecontactdontbreakeyecontact—

"really..."

"really!" you broke eye contact.

she pointed her nose upwards, probably as high as possible and began walking towards your desk.

"alright then i wanna see it, i need to have it confiscated"

"what?!, why?" oops you said that kinda loud. the class whom had previously lost interest when you finished reading turned back towards you and miss peterson now intrigued.

"well why not?! it was a distraction in class and now it needs to be taken away to make sure it wont be a distraction again...!"

but that doesn't make sense, if you care so much about us passing notes you should take our notebooks not the gosh dang note !

"but that doesn't make sense—" but you didn't get a chance to finish as the teacher viciously snatched the paper from you and spun around back towards her desk.

you sat down and burried your hands in your face, you couldn't watch this.

"oh this looks fun...says it's from barou shouei, not what i was expecting...not what i was expecting at all..."

fucking kill yourself, PLEASE

the class, which had previously been dormant erupted in a series of raging giggles and screams—shocked at the reveal of who the note was from.

a soccer player.

it was no secret in BLLK High that nobody—under any circumstance—was to mess with a soccer player. they had a bit of a reputation going on. even the nice ones.

" 'cuse me?" a commanding and masculine voice emerged from your left side and you turned as quickly as possible to the over 6 foot ( 182 cm ) tall man trying to explain yourself.

fuck, one day you were seriously gonna kill your math teacher.

"no, no no i promise it's not like that—i seriously don't know who made this i promise it wasn't from me and i know it wasn't from you—"

"you're yn ?" he cut you off smoothly, leaning back in his seat ever so slightly.

"huh?"

his knees were facing yours now. "you're yn right? been wondering who that was for the longest, guess i know now, cool."

"huh?"

okay now you were confused—about multiple things actually. #1, barou shouei, the man you'd been sitting next to for almost a full year now had yet to learn your name untill just now which is—gosh, just outrageous even for a soccer player

and #2 he wasn't toltally angry and going to kill you like everyone said he would have, should you make a fool of him?

no seriously someone explain what was happening.

you didnt get a chance to ponder on your thoughts much longer however, the bell rang loudly in your ear and soon everyone including yourself was making way for the door out the classroom.

what the fuck just happened, what the actual fuck just happened.

"heyy ! yn over here !" you didnt realize it but you apparently had auto-piloted your way all the way through lunch and was now being called over by people you've never talked to a day in your life—and you knew exactly what it would be about.

could this get any worse

you were about to find out. "yes...?" you asked, tray still in hand while you stood awakwardly by the trash can near the lunch table who called you over.

"soo—wait first sit down, we're friends we're friends, sit down first" one of the girls said, patting a seat next to herself eagerly.

you looked at the eyes on you and quickly made a decision to move.

there definitely here to ask me about him. it can't be that bad right? i think her name is ashley? i don't know maybe this'll be fun, maybe they'll be nice.

"so have you guys had sex?"

"what?! no—"

"have you guys even ever kissed yet?"

"no—"

"we used to talk you know", this one was from ashley, a pretty blonde haired girl who's blue eyes sparkled like marbles.

"really?"

she was attractive that for sure but and you could definitely see why some people would wanna date her but barou? not so much.

"really"

like in what world would some super macho super mysterious soccer guy get the hots for some popular pretty blonde girl? not to mention an obnoxious pretty blonde girl.

gosh i sound like a pick me right now, who knows maybe they really did talk

"didn't even know her name" barou said, cracking his neck from side to side.

"seriously man?" asked isagi, popping a fry in his mouth.

"dead serious"

this was the soccer table, a table where only the best of best players would sit for lunch, not that it was official or anything—but new students were warned not to go near The Table anyway.

"so you did ask yn to prom?"

"no bachira, i didn't ask her how many times to i have to say that, i barely know her anyways"

"untill today" kunigami confirmed.

"until today" barou repeated.

"would you though?" chigiri asked, he glanced over at your table—you were pretty that much was obvious but it was barou we're talking about, who knows what he thought of you.

"nah, couldn't."

"why not? shes not ugly" nagi questioned albeit a bit insensitively.

"shes not but..." he trailed off, stringing his eyes from nagi to you, she looks kinda...

"but what"

"i don't want her thinking we're dating after prom or somethin', gotta focus on the game."

"what if i did then, think she'd say yes?" it was reo speaking now who was now also looking at your table.

"nah, your uncanny resemblance to a donkey might turn her off"

The Table laughed as reo scowled at the other players, he didnt find it very funny.

"shut the fuck up shouei, i didn't hear her accepting your undying love now did i?"

"thats because i never really asked her dipshit"

"your point! still better than knowing your rejected as a default"

"is it though?" barou was almost smiling at the purple headed boy.

"oh really? watch me"

the table made boyish "ooo"-ing sounds and reo stood up confidently.

shouts erupted from the table, causing the whole cafeteria to turn towards the players, they payed them no mind however, only staring intently at where reo was walking.

"look, look, look! one if them is coming over here right now!"

"really?!"

you whipped your head around towards where the whole cafeteria's attention had been directed.

nononon, this cannot be happening. you seriously did not need another soccer players thinking you were some freak weirdo because someone else wanted to be messy!

"thats reo, he's super fucking rich, i heard he has a whole two backyards !"

"and an a theater room!"

great, and it was a rich snob kid too.

"does yn sit here?"

your table said nothing, even the loud ashley kept quiet while he was talking. everyones heads turned to you, waiting expectantly for you to say something.

"yeah thats me..." you said meekley.

reo smiled and curled his finger towards himself a few times, asking you to come to him.

this is so awakward

you stood up silently and walked over to where reo was. he didn't stop directing him towards you until you were standing right up against him, close enough to where he could grab your jaw and yank your ear towards his mouth.

"you're hot, go out with me"

your eyes bludged, and your heart accelerated way more than it should have. that was NOT what you were expecting.

reo let go of your face, his hands were in his pockets as he waited for your answer, he looked confident tou would say yes. and most people would, but this was a soccer player we were talking about—and this one specifically was known for being super rich, super smart and a super hoe. three things you couldn't be bothered to even try giving a chance with.

you glanced behind him trying to peer at the damage that had been done.

holy shit the whole fuking cafeteria is looking

"so?"

you were snapped back into reality as reo looked at you, still waiting for an answer. it was pretty obvious what you were going to say.

"no. im sorry but no, i hardly know you and you're really not my type, sorry."

your table made all types of noises as they watched the now humiliated boy bite a scowl and walk back too his table.

you quickly sat back down and watched as The Table made fun of reo's rejection. all the players were laughing but you were only looking at one.

"said i wasn't her type". The Table erupted in laughter, all the players except reo cackling like animals.

"fucking told you so, at least get to know the girl before you start trying to hit on her" isagi joked, slapping reo on the back repeatedly.

"no for real, dont know what made you think she would fall for you in a day, not all girls are so easy you know" kunigami shook his head.

"what did you say too her anyways?" nagi asked now curious as to what got him such a harsh rejection anyways.

"didn't say nothing, js asked her if she wanted to go out, said no, that's it." reo reiterated bitterly.

"knowing him it was probably something like 'youre hot, lets go out'" barou said offhandedly, distracted by the feeling of eyes on him.

"you could hear?" reo asked, now confused.

The Table went silent for a moment and isagi burst out laughing when he realized what reo had just said.

"so you did really say that?!"

the emmbarassment for reo only cotinued further but barou wasn't paying attention to that. the eyes from before were still on him.

it was you.

cute...

BAROU isnt really much of a romantic either, he hasn't got the headspace for it like he does for soccer, so of course—he's not seeking the love. the love is seeking him.

1 week later

you sat quietly in the school library studying like a madman for finals, it was just near the end of the school year and you were determined to get good marks on all of the subjects.

the library was the most perfect and quiet place to relax and work at the same time—without any distractions or problems to bother you from your job.

"excuse me?"

you glanced up to where the voice was coming from and your heart felt like it was going to explode.

it was none other than barou shouei in the flesh.

a whole week, a whole week you had managed to somewhat avoid his presence and pretty much ignore him during math ( your teacher denied you request to switch spots ) it was going fine untill—well, now.

"can i borrow your computer charger? mine just died and a left mine at home"

that was it?

you didn't really know what to expect from the man though. he was known to be pretty brutal on tbe field maybe you were assuming he'd be the same in real life.

although i guess i shouldn't think that considering how chill he was over the fake confession and all of that...

"oh yeah sure, I uh can let your borrow it no problem"

"thanks"

barou took your charger without another word and walked back over too his seat.

the racing in your heart was begining to subside, that wasn't so bad...

you shifted to get comfortable in your seat and began studying once again, right now where was i...

"excuse me?"

and just as you were getting comfortable. barou shoei again.

"yes?"

"sorry im back so soon but, could i sit here for a little bit. the outlet by my table isnt working for some reason" he said it in a polite tone but seemed eager for an answer, he was probably in a rush to get as much study time in before practice like most athletes were.

he really isnt as scary as i thought he'd be...

"yeah of course that's fine, it's better this way anyway, wont forget you had it in the first place ya know" you smiled moving your belongings over to make room for his.

"thanks"

barou set his things down and soon enough a static silence ensued over the both of you, not that you minded though. you still needed to get work done and it was better he wasn't attempting to make conversation with you. it is a bit awkward though...

"you color coded your pens"

the voice that emmited from the other side of the table almost made you forget who was there.

"i did, why?"

"nice, i did too"

barou didnt wait for an answer, but instead pulled out a all black pencil pouch to reveal all seven colors of the rainbow line up in order.

jeez, i just think it looks cool, his has all the pen hooks facing up too, ocd much?

that wasn't the main point though, what was more important was his sticker—on thst rested sturdy on his bag. "you watch graves anatomy too?"

he looked surprised when you mentioned the show, and nodded his head appropriately. "yeah, and im all caught up too, all 22 seasons and counting."

"holy hell, im only on season 12 how to even time for that—aren't you always having games and stuff, scince your on varsity and all..."

barou quirked an eyebrow, "mm you know your stuff—i make it work"

now it was your turn to make a face "you make it work...really, its that easy?"

no. the absurbant amount of school work i have is fucking killing me right now plus i've got sisters too take care of so no, it's definitely not easy

thats not what he said though.

"yup, real easy." he nodded his head and although you didn't buy it, it was hardly your place to nag. he didn't seem like someone you should nag.

"uh huh.." you shook your head up and down slow and repeatedly, "for sure, for sure"

"what you don't believe me?" barou moved his chair closer to yours, so close in fact you think your knees were touching, his arms bulged as he rested his hands on his head ; it was hot nice seeing him in a position that wasn't so straight .

"no i do, you seem really responsible im sure you're great at 'making it work' " you put a thumbs up.

gosh, could you be anymore awakward...

"oh im responsible ? you would know that im responsible?" barou questioned, leaning even closer on his arms towards you.

is he...flirting with me?

you laughed and covered your mouth with your hand leaning slightly away as he got closer.

"i mean yeah" you paused to swipe away the nonexistent dust from your eyes, you just couldn't hold the eye contact.

come on, dont get shy now yn.

"people talk, i guess."

"do they?"

"they do" you nodded your head firmly up and down, since it was the only thing you were sure you could do at the moment.

"mh"

mmh?!? the fuck does that mean ??

"so yn i wanna ask you a question" barou leaned back as he said this, finally returning to his normal position.

holy shit my heart was beating so fast, somebody get me on a stretcher and to the hospital NEOW, i am about to blow!

"yeah?"

barou stayed silent for a few moments, thinking deeply about what he was going to say.

"hypothetically..." he paused, staring directly at you.

"hypothetically..." you confirmed.

"hypothetically if someone, other than reo from the soccer team—just as an example lets say...yoichi ! remember hypothetically speaking—asked you out on a date what would your answer be?"

huh?

"what kind of question is that?"

"a hypothetical one" he said matter of factly.

"a hypothetical one, right, well if—hypothetically of course—i was asked out by isagi, om a date that is...i don't know...yeah? I guess i'd day yes?"

"really, you would?" he looked surprised and you suddenly felt alarmed, was that a bad thing or something??

"yeah? i mean no, not really—maybe not if he asked the way your friend did..."

"mhm"

??? again, what does that mean?

A moment of silence passed between the two of you and you tried and failed at going back to the work you were supposed to be doing in the first place.

"what about chigiri?" he said suddenly.

"chigiri? what do you me—"

"chigiri. pretty, has red hair, plays on varsity and is super fast? chigiri. would you say yes too him?"

"i mean, maybe, yeah he's definitely not ugly and i guess if i knew him well enough I would probably say yes—why are you asking me this?"

barou said nothing and suddenly, the strangest thing began to happen—he looked at you smiling—a large, uncanny smile resembling a creepypasta monster formed from on his face, your heart began to beat but for the wrong reasons.

"wake up yn" it was definitely barou's voice but it sounded far.

"huh?" you couldn't move, and you now realize you probably couldn't move for a while.

what...is happening...

"wake. up."

your head shot up from your arms, ans you looked around disorientedly.

oh...

up untill about the last 30 seconds you were a bit disappointed it had to end. your dream that is.

"yn", a voice—much deeper than you recall im your fantasies spoke out to you as you felt a tap on your shoulder.

it was barou. the real barou.

"i baroued your charged?" he said holding it out towards you. (an's. IM HALARIOUS LAMOSJKWIS)

"oh. right sorry, thanks." you took the cord from him. but he didn't leave, still looming over you in his tall stature he spoke again.

"uh, you got a little.." he pointed to the corner of his lip, scratching at it in expectation for you to do the same.

you did, softly at first, not really sure what is it he was implying but quickly realized what he meant after you felt a crusty dry substance still left from your unconscious.

oh..

oh !

"ive got drool on my face haven't i" he nodded his head, and you swore you saw grin appear on his face—a real one but he turned and walked away before you could make confirm.

"thanks for the charger yn, see ya later"

his back was facing you now, slowly getting smaller and smaller at he walked away from you.

seriously ! could i be anyless embarrassing for even a second!

im afraid not yn.

because according to barou, he thinks your little moments of embarrassment and humiliation were pretty damn cute.

BAROU is never scared. he hardly ever get worried, he's king and one of the best players in his school, he's top of his class always and struggles—never. so why? why was it now, over some so trivial that he was all thoes things he never gets all at once?

1 week later, in the classroom.

barou felt weird.

the truth is, he didnt need a partner for the social studies project. his teacher was allowing groups of two or singles all the same. his reasoning behind why he wanted a partner is what was scaring him.

after almost an entire year, barou realized that you not only were in his math class, but his social studies as well. and his history, and biology—even his orchestra ( he plays cello in case you were wondering ).

he realized that you were everywhere.

barou, for the first time was recognizing someome else, not on the team, not an adult, but a girl, he was acknowledging a girl, as more than nothing.

it was weird.

"yn."

you peered up at him, wide-eyed and adorable. "work with me on the project"

your eyes, (e/c) and beautiful, got impossibly larger.

"yeah—uh—sure we can"

he gave a thumbs up, and went back to his seat.

what am i doing?

"i dont know, maybe we can exchange numbers instead?"

"yeah thats better, since im hardly on social media anyways"

even though you've got so many followers..

"alright cool"

you and barou were in the library, again. instead of dreaming about his muscles however, you were watching them in real time move for your phone and yours the same.

there wasnt mych said after that, only short words to communicate what part of the project you both were supposed to work on, untill...

"yn?"

"yes" and once again, you were looking at him, wife eyed and adorable.

"i've got a question to ask you"

no way, did i fall asleep again?

you sucked in a breath, and pinched your cheeks, not paying any attention to the words that might come out of his mouth.

"ow!" nope, you were definitely awake.

barou raised an eyebrow and couldn't hold himself in. he burst out laughing and you we're glad the library waw empty, because in all his seriousness—barou's laugh was loud. like the sort of thing you'd been holding in for a while.

"what yn, afraid you're gonna fall asleep again?"

your cheeks heated up an intense amount.

"no..."

"you're funny you know, really funny"

"huh?!" you squeaked, shifting all over in your chair. "what does that mean"

barou leaned in close to your face, so close that your noses were touching.

"it means..." he tilted hid head sidewards, waiting for your permission.

"i think you're the stupidest most adorable person to exist..." you didn't move away.

and like a shock, barous lips were on yours so softly it made it feel very much like a dream, but it wasn't.

an's. i know this is not himmm, he wouldn't even look at you after a supposed fake letter i knooow, i couldn't think of a better way to force it ( i was lazy ) and he's cute let me live.

an's. i rushed the end i knoww, leave me alone. i like writing for personal enjoyment shhhhhh.

100 notes · View notes

woncherie · 1 year

Text

hello!! it took me a bit more than a week to post part 2 of my fic, im so glad i got so many nice comments on my previous part :(( yall made me so happy omg i hope you enjoy this part too.

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

warnings: afab!reader, no pronouns used, bully!scara, bullying, sub!scara, reader makes him a sub lol, nsfw, finger sucking, spit play, thigh riding, degradation, blackmail, ass play. (please tell me if I missed something)

wc: 4.4k

what have i done? you were currently turning and tossing yourself around your bed, trying to proceeds yesterdays events, burying your head into your pillow. what have i done?? you always wanted to press a pillow onto your head until you couldnt breath anymore, why not do it now? This would definitely be a better opportunity than go to your lectures right now and get yourself killed by a certain violet haired man.

how did you even get this confident? you tried to blame everything to the alcohol you drank yesterday, your head hurting in approval. sober you would've never done that this smoothly.

you were a bit proud of yourself though. you showed him who the boss was, even if it was just for a night. maybe, just maybe, he will leave you alone now?

curiosity took over you and you grabbed your phone, opening your gallery quickly, being greeted with a very special photo you took the night before.

scaramouche right before you on the screen, eyes teary, mouth wide open with your spit on his tongue, waiting patiently like a good boy. you could clearly see the bulge he had in his pants, grinding steadily against your leg. you can still feel the way he grinded himself on your thigh, and just thinking about the night before made your mouth water and pussy clench. for fucks sake. he really was gorgeous like this.

your timer went off again, reminding you that you should be leaving your bed and getting ready, and the urge to just turn it off completely was very high, but you decided to fight these feelings and stand up slowly instead. you cant hide forever. at some point you will have to meet him again. you aint no pussy.

your head was still hurting like a bitch, but you tried to ignore it. you took a quick shower to get rid of the remaining alcohol and cigarette smell you had on your body and hair, stepping out of the shower and drying your hair properly before changing into you clothes.

after a few minutes you heard your doorbell ring, so you walked up to the door and opened it for a certain blonde guy who stood in your doorframe.

"morning." albedo said in his typical monotonous voice, carrying two small bags with breakfast for the both of you to eat on your way to uni.

"you are absolutely saving my ass."

"my specialty" he answered, handing you your sandwich after you put on your shoes and closed the door behind yourself. you could see that he also wasn't feeling too well right now, still hungover from the day before. but you werent feeling one ounce better.

on your way to uni, you kept thinking about the night before. you have absolutely no idea how you ended up like this. this definitely wasnt your first sexual experience, and you do get your fair share of fun every now and then, but you have never been this controlling over anybody, but fuck, did it feel amazing.

"are you feeling alright?" you heard albedo ask next to you, looking at you through his glasses. he must've noticed that you were sunk in thoughts. "huh? yeah. was just thinking about the party yesterday, my head hurts like a bitch. how did i even get home?"

the intelligent man next to you smiled a bit against his cup of coffee. "apparently yanfei brought us home, we certainly did drink a lot yesterday. she really is a responsible person. need to thank h..."

you werent really listening to him anymore. its not that you couldnt, your mind was just racing right now. does he know what happened? you asked yourself. scaramouche and you werent really in a private area yesterday. did anyone see us?

"wow, y/n, you really seem to be lost in thoughts. care to share?"

you instantly moved your head to him, looking at him with wide eyes before coughing a bit and shaking your head. "im sorry, im just.. really tired, thats all."

"Well, at least we dont have many lectures today. you can go back home quickly and nap some more." he worried about you. albedo always cared about you, just like you cared about him. it was a really nice friendship you two had, but you just didnt feel like telling him anything. he would beat your ass once you told him what you did.

after a few minutes of a silent walk, you arrived at the campus. you threw your empty wrappers away and headed straight to the lecture hall, your heart beating faster and faster with every step you took. fuck. he's gonna kill you.

you opened the door to the lecture hall, letting albedo enter first before following him into the room. it was quite full already, and your eyes immediately scanned the crowd. you easily spotted childe, columbina and dottore, their unusual and fancy clothes catching your eyes quickly. but no scaramouche yet.

you sat down with albedo somewhere in the back of the hall, hiding from the view of others. well, that was your goal at least. you expected a furious little man to storm into the room and peel your skin of alive of your body, but.. he never came?

you heard the girls in the row in front of you talk and couldnt help but listen to their conversation.

"Scara is not here yet.."

"Yeah of course. did you see how he hit the bottle yesterday? couldnt stop drinking, especially at the end."

"he seemed a bit anxious, im worried.."

"nah. probably just couldnt tolerate the weed properly."

The first girl really seemed to be concerned about him, and you couldnt help but suppress a gag at her attitude. just wanted to get into his pants. oh if she knew.

at some point the professor came into the hall and started the lecture without scaramouche joining the class, and you sighed in relieve. you were save, at least for now.

☆

You didnt have a lot of lectures today, so you went back home rather quickly that day. albedo joined you once again, and you two walked into your apartment, immediately throwing yourself onto your bed. it wasnt just your head hurting like a bitch, albedo also felt really exhausted, so no one was surprised when you both just fell asleep right then and there.

after a few hours you opened your eyes again, a snoring blonde still sleeping next to you and your head still woozy from the nap you took. you noticed how your stomach grumbled and stood up slowly, going into the small kitchen that your 25 m² apartment had to wash your face.

you didnt wake albedo up yet, letting him sleep his hangover away. instead, you started making some food for the both of you. you didnt have a lot of food in your fridge. of course not, you are a busy student in their last year, all you survive off is noodles and toast.

you really were hungry, and a normal sandwich wouldnt make anyone of you two feel satisfied, so you decided to make some pasta with tomato sauce. simple and easy.

while cooking, your thoughts wandered once again to the night before, but before you could form any proper thoughts, your phone lighted up. you dried your hands and took a look at it. a new message from.. unknown number?

+76 628 ×××××××: delete the picture.

...oh. it wasn't hard to guess who this message is from. your stomach dropped a bit and you gulped, your heart beating a tiny bit faster.

you: where do you have my number from?

its not a perfect reply to him, but at least you had a few minutes time to collect yourself and not be this nervous anymore. he's not here right now. he can't do anything to you. you are save. you saved his number into your phone.

scaramouche: ask me something more difficult next time.

scaramouche: delete. this. picture.

you licked your lips, stirring the food on the stove before it might burn, collecting your thoughts. he's not here right now. you can do whatever you want.

you took another look at the picture you took of him, smirking, unable to control or suppress it.

you: no.

it didn't take him long to answer, probably being active on his phone to reply to you as fast as possible.

scaramouche: im gonna fucking end you myself.

at this point you were used to his threats. wasn't the first time, nor will it be the last time it'll happen. every time you fucked up a lab report, a presentation or anything college related that might affect him negatively, you got tripped, your property destroyed and a few insults thrown at you. it was nothing new.

you: *attached image*

you: oh look how adorable you look. wish you'd always be this much of a good boy for me. my spit suits you.

you heard a few broken and hurtful moans at the other end of the room, so you looked up from your phone. albedo woke up and streched himself, scratching his stomach and rubbing his eyes open.

"..morn'ng" he mumbled, and you put your phone back into your back pocket. "its not quite morning, albedo." you answered while he tried to get used to the light that shined in your room. he took a look outside of your window and saw how dark it was. "what time is it?"

"7:16 pm" you answered while you set the table for the both of you. "made some food."

you could feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and you bit your lip from the inside in response. it was scaramouche again, but you couldnt check your phone now. albedo would ask, and you didnt feel like telling him anything.

"thank you, really sweet of you." albedo said before excusing himself into the small bathroom you had. your apartment really was small, but that was all you could afford with your part time job.

the second albedo closed the door you had your phone in your hand again, checking the message you got.

scaramouche: ...

scaramouche: dont do this now..

scaramouche: delete the pic. fucking bitch

you giggled a bit at his reply, quickly typing in your reply.

you: i really love coffee, do you know that? why dont you bring me one tomorrow and ill think about it.

scaramouche: you cant be forreal now.

you didnt answer him anymore, putting your phone away and finish setting the table before putting some food into albedos and your plate, right before he came back from the bathroom. you hoped he didnt notice your more-than-usual happy mood, nor the slightly red blush in your face.

"washed ur hands?" you asked.

"no, ew." he answered jokingly, finally awake again. you just laughed at his reply before you both sat down and ate together.

☆

the next day you were even excited to go to uni. you felt completely different than the day before. there is absolutely no way scaramouche will do anything to annoy you, too afraid of you to post the picture.

last night, you thought a bit. would you really post a picture of scaramouche on your lap, horny and full of your spit? probably not. you wouldnt have the balls to post it. but scaring him? oh yes. you like this. you let him believe you would do it. maybe he will stop bullying you now in uni? that would be too good to be true.

you ate your breakfast on the way to uni. albedo left later the night before, and you agreed with him to meet up on campus right before the lecture started.

"hey!" you could hear someone say behind you rather aggressively, and you looked behind you before slowly standing still. of course it was your favourite indigo haired man.

you could tell by the look on his face that he'd be everywhere else than here, in front of you, with a fucking coffee in his hand that he might throw all over your face and hair (like it happened quite a few times already.)

but instead of humiliating you, he passed you the coffee while biting his lip furiously, trying not to burst out in a tide of various creative insults.

"well that was easy." you said mockingly, looking down on the cup he handed you. it was warm and looked good. you opened the lid of the paper cup, checking the content.

cappuccino and... spit.

"thanks for that i guess." you chuckle and looked at him again, his face completely red from embarrassment and shame. how did he fall so low to bring you coffee?

"you know what to do now." he demanded, but you only shaked your head. "dont feel like it. you are being really nice to me. i guess ill keep the picture for a few more weeks."

you started walking away slowly, heading to uni, but scaramouche didnt let you go this easily, following you like a desperate man. he knew you wouldnt delete his fucking downfall of a photo just like that.

"i said, delete. the. picture. you will fucking regret this." he threatened you again, but you acted unbothered and took a sip of the cup. you could feel scaramouche cringe next to you, weirded out by you drinking the mixture in the paper cup. "you were humping my leg like a bitch in heat, im not grossed out by a bit of your spit."

"DONT SAY THIS out loud" he yelled at you at the beginning but then lowered his voice, noticing how people around the both of you are looking over. "please." he then said defeated. "just tell me what you want and ill fucking give it to you. why do you wanna ruin my reputation this badly?"

you couldnt help but roll your eyes and continue walking. after all these months and years of him humiliating and bullying you, he dares to ask you for something like that? how bold.

"just write the next lap report for our project like a good boy and the picture will be save with me." the violett haired man next to you blushed at the weird compliment you gave him but tried to hide his face in his jacket. cute.

☆

getting close to campus, scaramouche stopped following you like a lost kid and instead turned into another street. he really didnt feel like being seen on campus with you.

when you arrived, you already saw albedo standing near the building, and you smiled at him while walking to him. you threw the coffee away before hugging him. "morning."

"morning. didnt like your drink?" he pointed out the drink you threw away while still being half full.

"yeah, the barista fucked it up i guess." you lied while heading into the lecture room. poor albedo, you've been so insincere to him the past few days. you did feel bad, but you already knew about the lecture he will give you once he'll find out.

the room was only half as full as yesterday, todays course only taking in half as many students as yesterdays. but of course a special bully is still sitting in the crowd. you could feel the eyes of him following you on your way to the back rows, but you tried to ignore him.

scaramouche was sitting in the middle of his friend group at the front of the hall, everyone but him happily talking and laughing. he just sat there and sulked angrily, scribbling on his tablet.

you sat down with albedo next to yanfei, and she smiled and started some small talk with the both of you (you didnt actually listen to what she said) until the professor came and started his lecture.

"hey, y/n?" albedo asked you in a low voice, trying to not bother anyone around them during the lecture.

"yeah?"

"wanna head to the library later today? i have a few things to study for and protocolls to prepare"

you looked at the professor but nodded at albedo, thinking it was a good idea. you'd probably still do the lab protocols that you just told scaramouche to do, unsure if he will do them himself. you didnt feel like failing classes just because he didnt hand in the work you both were supposed to do. "sounds like a plan."

☆

you were currently heads deep reading into a few books which laid on the table, albedo sitting in front of you with the exact same book, trying to answer the questions on the reports. "..identity test and purity test of lidocaine hydrochloride?"

you were both searching for the answers in the books that laid all over the wide library table, but no answers. you sighed defeatedly, not even trying to be silent.

it was pretty late at night, 10:37 pm the watch on the wall told you, and you still werent done yet. it felt like you two were the only people in here, everyone else already left. if you two wouldve been more productive, you'd be done by now too, but instead you decided to spend extra time in the cafeteria to talk about anything and everything.

you rubbed your eyes before closing the book, standing up and stretching yourself while your blonde best friend followed you with his eyes. "im trying to find a better book. ill be back in a few minutes."

he nodded and you headed to the tons shelves, getting lost in different publications and works by different authors. you needed to walk quite a while to arrive at the section you needed, putting the old book back into the rack, your eyes scanning the book spines, trying to find a better one.

but between the publications and books, of course, you saw a special pair of indigo eyes and hair on the other side of the shelves. you couldnt think straight, and before you realized it yourself, you headed to the section where your favourite bully was standing.

a book in his hand, eyes buried deep into the book before he looked up with them, seeing your face and rolling his eyes immediately. "how the fuck are you everywhere?" scaramouche asked you.

"i should be asking you this." you answered and leaned against the shelf. "first time that i see you in here. what are you doing?"

scaramouche closed the book and put it back where he got it from. "writing my lab report. last time you told me to do it, didnt you?"

wow. you were surprised that he actually was doing his share in the project. and that he just said a whole sentence without cussing you out. you felt proud of him.

"thank you, i guess." you say, scratching your head, but scaramouche immediately turned back to you and grabbed your arm, pressing you into the shelf with full force.

"if you really feel thankful, maybe think about deleting the picture from two days ago, you fucking bitch." he spat in your face.

oh wow. welcome back, old scaramouche.

a special thought appeared in your head, and you looked at him with a small grin plastered on your lips. he just looked at you confused.

"the fuck is so funny about this?" he spat again, and your grin started growing on your face. "dont feel like it.", you answered, "but i can maybe thank you differently." you moved your leg between his, lifting it to meet his crotch softly.

scaramouche gasped quickly, probably from shock, and he let your hand go. it was an easy opportunity to shove him away from you, now you being the one to press him against the reck of books, caging him in with your hands.

you could easily see the pure flustered shock on his face, eyes wide open and face tinted in red, and you enjoyed it.

"not so bold now, are you?" you asked him, getting closer to his neck and pressing a few light kisses on them. you could feel him inhale in shock, holding his breath in and biting his lip as you attacked his neck with bites and kisses. "we can continue off from where we stopped last time?"

scaramouche felt like he was on fire, body moving on his own once again. he used your thigh to get himself off, getting hard embarrassingly quick. "see, you seem to like it?" you whispered in his ear, but all he could do was bite his lips and trying to stay silent.

yes, the library wasnt full, but it wasnt completely empty either. he didnt want anyones attention on the two of you, so he tried his best to stay silent.

you didnt appreciate this behaviour though, and pinched his ass from behind, a gasp leaving his mouth louder than he intended to.

you let go off him for a second, grabbing his small waist to turn him around, his chest pressing against the books and yours against his back. he looked back at you with wide eyes, visibly shocked. "what are u-" he started his sentence, but your hand on his boner made him lose his train of thoughts.

you opened his pants and slid in with your right hand, playing with the hem of his boxers. "st..stop this, not here.." he mumbled aroused, his pleas not sounding too serious. he didnt wanna stop now, he started to feel incredibly good again. how are you doing that to him?

your hand grabbed his dick, pumping it twice in his pants and scaramouche let his head fall back in his neck, a silent moan leaving his lips. fuck, your hands were cold, but they felt so good on his body.

but how can he believe you would get him off this easily? you giggled silently while watching him enjoy himself before taking your hand back again and kneeling behind him.

he started to get really frustrated with your behaviour and tried to glare back to you, but when he saw you on your knees behind him, face right near his ass, his eyes widened in shock (once again.)

"what are you doing?" he asked you. you didnt answer him though. all you did was pull his pants and boxers down, here, right in the middle of a library between a thousands of books.

the cold air hitting his skin made him shudder, his face turning left and right, trying to check if anyone was close. if anyone would catch you two in here, he'd absolutely go apeshit.

"ever got your asshole licked, scara?" you asked him, and your direct way of asking him made his whole face flush red. "what the fuck are you on again??" he asked, but you didnt answer once again.

you spat in your hand and moved it back to his dick, stroking him a few times to get him more obedient again. his eyes closed in shame and lust as he rutted into your hand, biting down on his hand to stay silent.

you, once again, let go of him, but this time you decided to play with his backside, massaging his ass and getting him more riled up. after a few seconds you used one of your wet fingers to get close to his hole, circling it with spit to get it wet. the moan scaramouche let out in that moment was godlike.

fuck, you wanted to hear more of that. more of his angelic voice. you can't deny that his means and whimpers do something to you, your panties getting a bit wet, heart beating faster.

you couldnt control yourself anymore and grabbed his waist, pulling him close to your face and holding him in place while you devoured him right then and there, tongue circling his hole, moving up and down close to his balls.

scaramouche felt weird, scaramouche felt good. he never felt something like this, his body never felt this good. you didnt even need to hold him down anymore, he was drunk on the pleasure, shoving his cute ass right into your face, chasing the pleasure.

he tried to stabilize himself on the shelf with his hands, head falling back into his neck and tears pooling in his eyes, so close to spilling. usually he was the one pleasuring others, and being on the receiving side this time makes him feel so small and incredibly good. he can't think of a day where he felt like this with another person pleasuring him.

he couldnt help but choke onto air, not a single word coming out of his mouth other than silent whines, tears and mewls of pleasure, so close to cumming.

at some point you switched to your fingers, a spit covered one circling his hole before slowly pushing in, and scaramouche became putty in your hands.

you took your phone from your pocket and opened your camera in one swift motion, but this time you gave the tall man in front of you some time to react.

"say cheese.." you said, and scaramouche turned his head back to you, cheeks red and wet from his tears, lip swollen, tongue out and eyes big. but he didnt care, fuck he really didnt care right now. all he needed was this pleasure that you gave him, so he just looked in the camera with angry eyes which made him look just so much more adorable. just take those stupid pics. he thought.

"y/n?" you heard a familiar voice call out your name.

oh. you completely forgot that you werent alone in the library, albedos voice somewhere near you and scaramouche. you both immediately jumped up, you on your feet and scaramouche crouching, pulling his pants up, both of your eyes wide in shock and fear.

scaramouche knew that if anyone would see you two here it wouldve been easy to guess what you did, so he pulled his pants up rather poorly and jumped away from the other side of the aisle to the other direction from where albedo came from.

fucking hell. he got blue balled once again.

"im here." you said after fixing your clothes, taking any book from the shelves and opening any page, trying to look busy as albedo walked into the aisle. it was so hard for you to contain your smirk after what you just did, but you tried your best. "i was just wondering what took you so long." he asked, fixing his glasses on his nose. "i already have the solution, we're done for today."

"oh god thank you."

"wanna get some food?"

"yes please, i was just getting tired of being here." you said and put the book away, scaramouche a few aisle away from you, listening to your conversation, hiding his face in his hands.

how did you wrap him around your finger once again?

☆☆☆

NYAHAHAHA hello i hope you liked part 2!! i feel like i did a bad job overall but whatever take it as it is <3 im sorry it took so long.. part 3 maybe?? yes or no??

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact drabble #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin x reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaranation #sub!scaramouche #dom!reader

981 notes · View notes

max-the-many · 5 months

Text

Start here:

'body a day' #19: dad

Took me quite a minute to figure out his adress. Couldn't ask as I was his son. Luckily his phone got face recognition. So an hour later I was on my way out of the city to meet his, or may I say my dad.

He greeted me at the porch as I arrived at a nice little house in the outskirts.

"Almost thought you might skip it!" he chuckled, giving me a hearty half-hug grabbing my shoulders before heading towards a big heap of uncut wood that wouldn't be all of what had to be prepared for the winter. Much time to get to know him while getting to know my new body at the same time, working, sweating, seeing his older version doing just that.

Turned out, he lived alone, beeing one of those weel known, but independent wolfs after his wife left feom one day to the other.

The way he treated me, his son, though, really spoke for a big heart, making me even more horny than in the gym at the same time.

It was pretty late when we finally headed in, going for a nice clunk of golden juice infront of the fireplace.

"Don't you wanna get your stuff in" he wondered.

"My... ah, ehm..."

"You will stay for the weekend as planned, don't you"

"I... sure!" I collected myself "I... damn, totally forget to pack some"

He just laughed it off "Guess it is ur old stuff then. Gonna head for the shower, though. If you wont first"

I didn't. I was just too curious to look around while he was away. When he was, though, my thoughts had another focus. To know, that he was undressing now, getting out of those dorty, sweaty cloth, stepping under the hot shower just got the best of me.

Eventually I gave into it, went up the stairs and ended up infront of the bathroom. The sound of the water, the smell of soap and man oozing out of the slightly opened door... It didn't take long for me to open the door completely, taking in the sight of him behind frosted showerdoors.

"Jacob?"

"Sorry... dad. Cant find any matching clothes. Where did you put 'em" I improvised.

"Didn't move anything" he replied "let me just finish. I'll show you"

I left. That little sneak really got me going, longing for me. His clothes alone, laying on the counter, screaming to be sniffed, to be worn even.

Worn... my mind went for his closet. So I looked around until I found the bedroom. To open the dresser, seeing all that stuff that he wore at some time really was a sight of it own. I almost grabbed some underwear when I saw a basket of dirty ones, going for it at once, fishing out some tighty whities to dive in when I heared the water stopping.

So I rushed back downstairs, chucking the underwear right into my crotch.

"Free to go!" I heared the old one shortly after, so I did, still having a major twitch against that whity if his. At the showers though it wasnt only that. Seeing myself, looking back as his son gave me the rest, sniffing his well-worled pits, injoying his shape under the shower, thinking of his old man while pumping out a major one.

The evening went pretty relaxed, chatting, sitting infront of a nice fire with some nice rye. I couldn't keep myself from reaching down every once in a while, partly out of pure horny, partly out of curiosity on his reaction.

Other than that I broad up some rather particular topics like jerking of. I planely asked if he caught me, as his son, doing it, going further about his own experiences which he answered surprisingly open. My handling though didn't get less at those instances, but he kept chill about it. He never saw his son or crashed into such occations, but as we talked I figured, he would have been totally fine with it. Even as I constantly reached for my crotch now, which he couldn't really ignore, he didn't loose a single word about it.

And I left it like that, injoying my little game, hightened even since I wore the very underwear I took from his dirty bin underneath.

Eventually we went for bed. There I layed, strippee down to just that tighty white brief of the hunk of a dad, laying mere meters away, twitching right there, thinking of him, of me, that dad-son-couple I encountered st the gym, now beeing all in, dying go make a move.

And after slumbering away a little I got up. I just had to, beeing driven over in thar early night, step by step, taken just wearing tjose briefs, eventually Peeking through the bedroom door.

The dad seemed to be asleep as I saw his broad, naked shoulders under the blanked. Quietly I stepped in, slowly, with a pulsing heart, staring at him with tenting groins. I couldn't do otherwise nut getting even closer. He appeared to be deeply asleep.

"Dad?" I whispered. Nothing. So I stepped closer already recognizing the smell from the bathroom if not imagined. My hand reached out like moved by it's own.

Suddenly a twitch!

But i moved on, clearing my throat to further test his state.

When I touched the blanket I felt my heart with every breath, his presence, his warmth. Then I slowly pulled on it. No reaction. Pulling on, bit by bit, revealing his back, inch by inch until... a clean, white waistband got visible. No way. As I pulled further, it got confirmed. He too was only wearing one of those tight, white briefs spanning my hips, moving under heavy twitches from his sons pulsing tool.

I couldn't stop, reaching ever so slowly towards his hairy chest, barely touching it when he suddenly churned, along with deep, sleepy moans. My hand remained. And he remained sleeping, allowing me to fully cup those meety pect, even massaging them the slightest bits while shivers ran theoughout my whole body.

I was so captired by the whole situation that I even didn't realized my hand touching my crotch, massaging it through the aalready damp fabric. His pleasant sighs didn't affect me less. So I continued fondling him, fondling me, getting down over his stomach to his soft but well packed crotch, feeling it while unpacking mine, breathing heavily until I suddenly began to erupt, barely able to contain heavy moans and even heavier grips to his package.

I almost forgot what really was hüpeningat that moment until I snapped concious of it again, a surprised to see that musky man infront of me still asleep with a satisfied smile, my juice spread all over the floor up to his blanket.

To be continued...

#male bodysuit #male skinsuit #body a day #prompt

43 notes · View notes

like-rain-or-confetti · 10 months

Note

How would the rouges (like BM, TF, Penguin, Scarecrow) feel about an S/O who loves plushies, and, owns a GIGANTIC plush of a mascot character they like (Sanrio) and sleeps with it in bed when the rouges are busy late night doing crime?

Bonus: If they had a plush made in their own image later on, like imagine a tiny Scarecrow or Black Mask plush 😭😭, and, sleeps with it in bed when they're out instead

Black Mask: if the gigantic plushie stayed out of his sight, he could live with it. What he couldn't deal with was the life size plushie of himself you were cuddling in bed with when he got home from the club. At first he freaked thinking it was another man in his bed until he turned on the light...and promptly wished he found another man in his bed when he realised what you were cuddling. "Darling I'm going to have to ask who made that for you so that I can kill them." You didn't give away anything and Roman was too tired for now and would drop it until the morning. "Well get it off the bed, I'm here now." Roman stripped and got into bed thinking you'd comply only to find you still cuddling the plushie of him. "Come on, you have the real thing!"

Scarecrow: Jonathan stared at the gigantic stuffed toy on the bed and said ine sentence. "And where are we going to sleep?" It's very difficult to surprise him, and seemingly, he wasn't phased by it. Although in the end didnt let you keep it saying it was completely ridiculous to keep thar in any home and made you get rid of it. However, when he came home to you hugging a plushie of himself- you seemed to actually catch him off guard. "What on earth? How did you even get that?" Jonathan was bewildered at how you were spooning the plushie of himself. It didn't help when you gave a vague answer of "I have my ways." Then you justified it because "He wasn't home much."

Penguin: He had came home late from the Iceberg Lounge when he found you curled up in bed with a tiny plushie version of him. "...I knew this day would come." Oswald sighed rather amused but at the same time a little disturbed. "Sweetheart, remember when i said having that gigantic chipmunk taking half of my bed was too much? This is worse. Don't get me wrong, your taste is excellent but this is too much."

Two-Face: Harvey practically forced his alter into silence so Harv' wouldn't lose his shit at the giant plushie but eventually Harv' won, insisting it wasnt staying which the two later regretted when they saw you now had a plushie of them. "You know I always asked myself when I'd draw the line but here it is. This is where I draw the line." Harvey nodded to himself. "What the hell?" After a moment Harv' spoke. "Good thing there are two of us...we're gonna need the advantage in numbers with this one."

#batman #request #batman villains #one shot #oneshot #black mask #roman sionis #harvey dent #two face #scarecrow #jonathan crane #penguin #oswald cobblepot

55 notes · View notes

pastanest · 1 year

Text

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @dreatine - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

Never Really Over

What you and Spencer had was unlike anything either of you had ever known. The second you introduced yourself and held your hand out to him, and he immediately shook it without hesitation or his usual complete refusal, the team knew something was beginning, but they could’ve never foreseen what it would become.

From the first day you began working with the BAU, there was this unspoken bond between the two of you. Nobody laughed harder or more genuinely at his jokes than you did, and it was you who made the effort to sit next to him on the jet to and from every case. He was so grateful that you made your affections for him so obvious that he didnt need you to admit them to him, and that gave him the confidence to return affections in the same way. He started racing to the jet to get there first and save you a seat, he memorised your favourite drinks and snacks and brought one to work with him everyday just to hear the same surprised gasp and see that same gorgeous smile you reserved only for him. On every single special occasion, whether it be Valentine’s Day, Easter, or some obscure holiday you didnt even know about, Spencer would buy you a bouquet of flowers.

The two of you began a tradition of passing notes to each other during cases. It was Spencer who started it, the idea of writing “hi” on a piece of paper, folding it up, sneaking it in your pocket and waiting for you to notice it, made him laugh so hard when he thought of it that he simply could not stop himself. You didnt find that first note until the end of the day, when you took your blazer off and it fell from your blazer pocket to the hotel room floor. Spencer heard your laugh from down the hall, and soon after he heard hurried footsteps before you pushed a piece of paper under the door of his hotel room and ran back to your room, despite being fully aware that he was waiting. When he turned the paper over, on the back of his note you’d written “hey handsome ;)”, and that was how it started. The two of you snuck notes to each other on every case and waited for the other to notice and sneak a reply. You tried to be discrete about it, but of course a team of profilers could figure out what was going on.

All of that could almost be excused as just very friendly behaviours between two people who are simply very close friends, but you and Spencer were very much not that. It took a month for him to show up at your door in the pouring rain, with a jacket over his pyjama shirt and no words able to make their way past his lips; you grabbed his jacket and pulled him away from the rain and towards your lips. Needless to say, kissing was not the only first that night. This happened often, but it was always unplanned. Sometimes at 3am he’d receive the infamous “hey, are you awake?” text, sometimes one of you would show up at the other’s door, sometimes one of you would offer to drive the other home from a case despite both of you having your cars parked outside the building, sometimes you’d walk up next to him ever so casually at the beginning or end of a day and ask “wanna get out of here?” which always resulted in a makeout session in one of the store rooms. It was an unspoken, beautiful, wonderful, perfect thing.

And this unspoken, beautiful, wonderful, perfect thing lasted just over a year. Then, things changed. The change wasnt entirely unexpected to Spencer, you had often confided in him about how emotionally straining you found your job as a profiler, and he empathised with you. He was a lot better at disconnecting than you were, and that said a lot considering Spencer was far from an expert at leaving work actually at work. Cases haunted you, victims you didnt, couldnt save, the scars people got because you didnt save them quick enough. It weighed you down, a lot, until you couldnt do it anymore. You spoke with Hotch and he agreed that taking a break was what you needed. So, you said your goodbyes to the team, who were all shocked, but understanding. When it came to saying goodbye to Spencer, naturally you cried into each other, because he knew better than anyone what your plan was. The rest of the team assumed you would still be close by, you’d still hang out with Spencer regularly, you’d still make an effort to see them all, but Spencer knew better. One of your biggest dreams since you were a kid had been to just up and leave, start over somewhere brand new. You didnt know if you would enjoy it or stay in the new place, wherever it was, but it was an aspect of the unknown that you were so, so desperate to experience.

And you did. You packed up your stuff and moved to a little apartment in Oregon, on the other side of the country. You got a job in a flower shop, and on your free days you volunteered at various animal shelters. Obviously, you stayed in touch with Spencer, the two of you texted back and forth daily and called whenever you were both free, but with the time difference and his busy schedule, there was definitely a distance. But there were no ill feelings, none at all. Spencer didnt spend months mourning you, missing you, he wasnt even sad, and neither were you. The two of you had such a wonderful relationship that whenever you thought of each other, all you could feel was happiness, there was no room for sadness or pain once you’d ventured into his mind, or he had ventured into yours. You talked in the same way you always had, the connection stayed as strong as it had always been, and you told him you always intended to come back, so he just stayed patient.

On his next birthday after you’d left, he arrived at work to found a gift already waiting on his desk. He approached it with a smile on his face, turning over the label to read who it was from as the team watched on knowingly.

“Dear Spencer,

Happy Birthday you sexy hunk of man meatloaf ;) Im sorry I couldnt stay long enough to give this to you directly, but you might wanna check the security cameras...love you! See you next year!

Yours,

(Y/N) x”

Without a second to spare, Spencer sprinted to Penelope’s office, shouting about the security camera footage from that morning. Penelope got it up on her monitors in a confused rush as the team filed in and formed a crowd around her. The camera captured you running into the building, holding the wrapped gift in your hands, and running back out again a few seconds later. Except that time, you stopped and spun on your heel. You looked around for the camera and when you found it you pointed at it with a bright smile, then you started waving frantically and blowing kisses at the camera, at Spencer, with a beaming grin on your face, before you ran out of frame. That, coupled with the box of handwritten letters you’d written Spencer and put in a box for him, made the best birthday present he could possibly imagine.

He still had bouquets of flowers delivered to your apartment for every special occasion, and for your birthday he sent you a wrapped box filled with pictures of him doing various stupid things to make you laugh, each one with a thoughtful note or joke on the back. There was also a memory stick inside that had a single video file on it, when you played it you found it was a video Spencer had recorded of him running up to everyone on the team and asking them to say something to you. It ended with a picture of Spencer pretending to cry over the empty jet seat beside him. You really did cry over all of that.

On Spencer’s next birthday, it was officially over 2 years since he had last seen you in person. He missed you a lot, of course he did, but you were such a constant, happy force in his life even when you werent physically in it, he was okay, he really was. But still, he would’ve done anything to see you.

Spencer arrives at work expecting to see a similar box to last year waiting on his desk, but instead all that’s there is an envelope. He approaches it with a curious frown instead of a smile, but just like last year, the rest of the team watch on with knowing smiles. Opening the envelope with more care than any other envelope he’s ever held, Spencer wonders what you could have written for him.

“Dear Spencer,

Wanna get out of here?”

That is all that is written on the page, and it is all Spencer needs. He bounds towards the store room that the two of you favoured for your makeouts, they always made you both feel like you were two teenagers sneaking off to enjoy your forbidden love, but right now he feels like a man running to the love of his life. Spencer barges through the door and looks around frantically, desperately trying to find you. After a few seconds, you walk out from behind one of the shelving units with a rosy cheeked, shy smile on your face.

“Hey Spence, miss me?”

He shakes his head in disbelief and takes the two steps necessary to reach you, picking you up and spinning you around in his arms as you squeal with delight. Spencer puts you back on the ground, but he doesnt let go of you, he holds you close to his chest and closes his eyes, unable to comprehend how he forgot the most wonderful feeling in existence.

“Are you back for good?” Spencer asks, still in utter shock at being with you again.

You nod into his chest, chuckling at Spencer’s reaction. “Hotch gave me my job back, yeah.”

“What made you change your mind?” Spencer questions curiously, in all the time you’d been away you hadnt mentioned anything making you want to come back.

“Nothing changed my mind, I just needed some time to admit that my mind was already made up, because my heart never left you.” You tell him, and it’s the first time that the unspoken has been spoken.

“Your heart stayed with me to make up for the fact my heart left with you, that makes a lot of sense.” Spencer clarifies, and you both laugh before he continues. “Do you think we skipped an important step? We’ve said we love each other, we’ve exchanged hearts and done everything that people in relationships do, except given ourselves a label. Why is that?”

You take a moment to think it over before you answer. “I guess our hearts didnt think the trial phase was necessary, we went straight to the practical exam.”

“Was that an innuendo and a metaphor?” Spencer asks, absolutely taken aback, to the extent where he actually pulls away from you a little to read your face and see if you meant to say exactly what you just said with an intended double entendre.

“Yup.” You say simply, smiling up at him.

“Okay, yes, soulmate, will you be my girlfriend?” Spencer blurts out, amazed by you for the billionth time.

“Im so glad you finally asked!” You grin, leaning back against the wall as you nod at him, suddenly feeling shy.

Spencer melts at your reaction, and be gently cups your face with one of his hands as he leans down and kisses you ever so gently. When he pulls away, you laugh and shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him back into a far more passionate kiss. After a minute of solid making out, Spencer breaks away breathlessly for a few seconds.

“I’ve definitely missed you.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #x reader #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #Spotify

87 notes · View notes

ethans-stars · 6 months

Note

Also rivals to lovers!!

LOSING MY MIND BECAUSE I HAD A DREAM ABOUT THAT?

before i post the drawing to your other ask, let me explain the dream (the dream was obviously very vague lol, but this is a complex explanation)

kevin was in a relationship with a girl who was very mean and forced a lot of toxic masculinity onto kevin knowing he was trans. the communication wasnt too far, but caught in a loop of manipulation, he felt bad for wanting to leave.

streber and kevin used to be friends in middleschool, but after a fight (still need to work on what fight happened) they split off. eventually, kevin moved away to where spooky month takes place.

streber then moves there, (because of college) and slowly their friends join them!!!!! wahoo!!!! :3 the hauntiest house gang is together! and nothing can go wrong here! after all, while the breakup with ethan was rough, (sideplot that i like to have canon in my brain: ethan and streber are exes, but still good friends) strebers a bestselling author and happily living in a small house on his own. perfectly fine, right?

that is, until kevin and streber meet again. turns out, kevin moved to the town that streber went to college! still on not good terms and refusing to make up ever since they were little, this forms an even rougher relationship. streber and kevin get into fights (very rarely turning physical because thats lame) and it slowly just turns into playful bickering. i mean, why are they fighting anyway? something stupid caused them to fall apart when they were kids. maybe they should just give up this dumb constant fight already. (also angst later because due to kevin being emotionally abused by his girlfriend, his self esteem is HORRIBLE. not to mention a lot of insecurities that streber accidentally picks on)

one day, streber is out on a walk, needing to clear his head when he finds kevin out in an alley way, sobbing. turns out, his girlfriend broke up with him. (note: i dont remember in the dream if his girlfriend broke up with him, or kevin just walked out after an argument and his girlfriend yelling at him. if so, streber most likely helped kevin with the courage to end the relationship. this wouldve happened later into their friendship.) despite the two having a mixed relationship, streber wants to comfort him, and does so. streber offers to drive kevin home after he calms down, and kevin agrees. (thankfully, kevin and his girlfriend didnt live together.)

after this, the bickering almost completely stops. the two decide it might be nice to catch up on eachothers life and get to know eachother better as their friendship only lasted like. a few months lol

this leads them to getting closer over the span of a few months, and while they arent dating, they do get progressivly flirty and a bit touchy. it does get a bit bad when streber finds out kevin is touch starved, and very sensitive to touch, which is a big development in their relationship that inevitably leads them even closer. streber is patient, and being pretty icky about a lot of physical touch themself, they dont mind at all.

^^^^^ during this, kevin also opens up about his girlfriend (and some of his past) sharing his horrible experience with her. during this, kevin explains how the bickering actually hurt him, and streber profusely apologizes, wishing he didnt target kevin like that. after making it up in the weeks, their trust grows stronger.

eventually, they confess to eachother when streber is spending the night over, and they makeout in streber's bed, sharing clothes and being overwhelmingly happy about all of it.

when streber wakes up, he hears kevin taking a shower, and the night hits him back, being super overjoyed hes now dating someone who hes had a crush on for so long. while in the shower, streber sees kevin's phone ring/a text appears (i dont rememeber which) and its his (now ex) girlfriend. this immediately causes streber to get angered, feeling as if his trust was betrayed. though, he calms down, trying to make sure he doesnt explode immediately or make any assumptions.

streber brings it up to him, and kevin seems weirded out, trying to understand why they looked at the text/phone number, but gets where streber is coming from, theyre dating now after all. streber explains that they obviously can see a text/call on a phone, kevin's phone was right on his dresser. kevin obviously understands.

kevin explains how recently (like a week ago) he began speaking to his ex again (she guilt-tripped him :( streber gets uncomfortable about this, knowing how emotionally abusive his ex was. he then begs for kevin to block her again, but reassures streber that its okay, and that shes changed.

streber tells him that if she asks to date again, tell her no, and if she persists even when kevin explains that he's now dating streber, to immediately block her. if he doesnt want to do that, then if the persisting continues, to block contact.

kevin reluctantly sighs, but nods yes. though, he feels like this is all his fault. streber reassures him that its not his fault, and that she constantly manipulated him to feel like that.

they slowly get better into the relationship, going on their first date in the first week, but kevin starts to seem more stressed. by the first few weeks, kevin seems a bit too closed off. its then revealed his ex keeps trying to get back with him, and the two visited eachother, and she tried making a move despite him explicitly saying no.

okay this is turning very long, but to sum it up, kevin removes contact and tries to go as far as to say it to her face that he isnt interested, and hes sick of her shit.

boom!!!!! okay now streber and kevi n makeout,. again ytyayyyyf

their relationship gets really smooth from then on, and kevin gradually heals from the damage that his ex did.

i am so tired why did i wirte all of that

drawing your request now crossie 🗣❗️❗️

5 notes · View notes

fangirlstorycreator · 1 year

Text

Terry CK X Reader

Context: Yours and Terry's daughter has a nightmare, and Terry tell her a story to get back to sleep 💚

You were fast asleep in bed with Terry, when a noise slowly starts to wake Terry up. He can hear crying from his daughters room, and he instinctively gets out of bed to make sure shes ok. He gently opens the door and sees his little girl crying in her bed. "Hey princess, what's wrong?" She runs out of bed, jumps into Terry's arms and he gives her a hug. "Daddy, I had a bad dream, I was scared. It was dark and I couldn't see you anywhere" "shhh its alright princess" he says stroking her back and sitting down on her bed. "It was just a nightmare. It wasnt real, I'm right hear honey. I'm not going anywhere" he says as he wipes away her tears. "How about I read you one of your stories to help you get back to sleep?" "Yes please daddy" he sits her on her bed, and makes his way to her little book shelf. However, its then that he remembers they have read all of these books, and he was already going to take her to get more tomorow for their daddy and daughter day. "Well sweetheart, we have read all of these already, I'm guessing you dont want me to read you one of these?" "No daddy. I want a new story" its then, Terry gets an idea. "How about? Instead of me reading you and old story, I tell you a story you haven't heard before?" She looks exited, she always loved hearing new stories. So he sat down next to her on her bed, and she snuggled next to him. "I'm going to tell you a story about a lost prince, who fell in love with a beautiful princess" she watches him in awe, and he loved watching her reactions. "Once upon a time, there was a very sad and lonely prince, who found it very hard to feel happy. He tried to make everyone else around him happy, but he never had anyone to make him smile" "aww the poor prince, will he be alright daddy?" "Dont worry honey, this story has a happy ending. So as the prince got older, he had to fight many bad guys, help his friend get back at an old enemy, and all through that time, he wasnt happy. He didnt like who he was. He didnt want to be mean, he didnt want to be bad to people. So he left all of it behind and moved away to start a new life" "is that the end daddy?" "No honey, not yet. He was away from all those bad memories and mean people, but he still didnt feel happy. Until one day, someone turns up as his lonely castle, and she was the most beautiful princess he had ever seen. She was so beautiful, he fell in love with her just like that" "wow! She must have been really pretty" "she certainly is. The prince and the princess start talking and laughing together, and they even make their own castle, and teach other people how to look after themselves" "ooh ooh like you and mummy do at your doojoo?" He chuckles. "Dojo honey" "do...jo!" "That's it. The prince knows he is completely in love with the princess, and instead of feeling very sad all the time, he now felt happier than he ever did, when he was around the princess. One day, the princess tells the prince that she is in love with him, and they get married on a beautiful sunny day. They were now king and queen, and loved eachother very much" "I really like that story daddy" "it's not quite over yet sweetie. Just when the king thought he couldn't be happier, the queen told him that they were going to have a baby. And before they know it, they welcomed a beautiful baby girl. A princess" she start to rub her eyes and feel sleepy. Terry lies her back down and tucks her into bed, and kneels down beside her. "I like that story daddy, and it has a princess in it too" "do you want to know a secret sweetie?" "What is it daddy?" "The baby princess in that story...was you" he kisses her forhead, she was almost asleep when she said "so, mummy was the beautiful queen who saved you? The lonely king?" "Yes princess, your mummy saved me, then we had you. Making everything perfect" as he finishes his sentence, she drifts off to sleep. Terry smiles and brushes some hair away from her face. He walks to the door, leaves it open a little and before he goes back to bed, he whispers. "You were my happy ending. I love you princess"

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #cobra kai #terry silver x reader

10 notes · View notes

angstics · 1 year

Text

a long introspective post because i know with time i will forget this and i want to remember it all.

night of june 30th, technoblade's death was announced. i didnt believe it for a few minutes because i couldnt watch the video (i still havent). but it was true -- he passed away age 23 from cancer he discovered *less than a year* before his death. i keep quiet about how much i liked minecraft youtubers 2020 - 2021 because that turned out to be a DISASTER. but technoblade was one of the shining beacons. genuinely always the best, completely outside of post-death rose-tinted glasses. always.

before that, i was kind of getting into my chemical romance. id known of them my whole life. from dan and phil references to annoying ass g-note jokes to the twenty one pilot's cancer cover. i heard the Big Three hits but couldnt tell you what they were (except for "welcome") before listening to three cheers for the first time at the end of june. i dont know why i decided to start them. i wasnt really into music -- my top albums the last couple years included burnham's inside, starkid's twisted, and falsettos (2016). i wish i remembered better. if listening to them for the first time isnt a core memory, this is:

after 6 months of relative stability, i understandably hit a depressive episode in july. i would lie on my couch into the early morning for no reason. i wasnt trying to distract myself from his death ... there were no thoughts to be distracted from. it isnt a headspace i understand, especially since i never left it.

but for another unknown reason i thought to watch those mcr live shows. mind, at this point id only listened to three cheers. no exaggeration, i was betwitched by their performance. i most vibrantly remember gerard's eyes. crazy fucking eyes.

i'd forgotten cancer was an mcr song. when top released their cover, i listened to the original. i decided i liked twenty one pilots' more. i switched on that when i saw my chem on snl (i didnt watch BPID all the way through til a week later). it's the stripped down song, it's the direct lyrics, it's the crazy eyes. like he's trying to communicate EVERYTHING through his eyes.

the intro to BPID was like that too. when he ripped the hospital dress off and did the ghoul scream. had that feeling when i saw frank perform vampire money in glasgow. just. completely uninhibited. performace to say something truthful. unlike anything ive ever seen. from someone who wasnt very into music or live performance or theatre, much less the mechanics of it, i suddenly understood it all.

that screenshot is an abridged version of my actual search history. this is how it went.

june 26 i watched ->

side bar, thinking about it now, my interest in pink floyd directly lead to my interest in mcr. early morning july 1st, this is what i was watching (alan parsons project great reccomendation from my friend bink bonk):

july 2 i was watching videos a friend of techno's publicized to commerate him. the mcr video was in the reccomended tag -- a combo of the live pink floyd video and the im not okay mv. crazy how influenced my life is by where youtube leads me.

then i saw a LITTLE bit of BPID before seeing my chem in 2022 for the first time. this was just weeks after bonn. i didnt watch the full eden either. but i did watch all of "welcome" at milton keynes, based on the time stamps

this whole fucking day spent watching mcr videos. reading 2011, zack sang clip frank iero explains reading 2011 drama, mcr iceberg explained, "mcr best perfomance", "mcr best moments", mcr on letterman, mcr snl, "understanding the black parade" (i had not listened to black parade) -- then i left at 4pm. probably to sleep.

july 2nd was The day. i remember while watching these videos a realization hugging me. i knew that i was struck. from july until november, the majority of my conversations had something to do with my chem.

at the very beginning, i texted people about them to gage modern attitudes. growing up, they were adjacent to bands i thought sold out or lost their spark -- panic!, twenty one pilot, fall out boy. as ive said a million times, there is a Reason i didnt get into my chem earlier. just the other day on a SPECIFICALLY EMO SUBREDDIT there were people talking about how they "weren't ashamed to like mcr". where does this shame come from!!!!!! too mainstream for punk, too punk for mainstream. everyone knows this.

well anyway, july 2nd was just the first layer: the performance. july 11 (/early july 12) was another big day. the second layer: gender and sexuality. literally my tags on the first mcr post i reblogged ->

then i saw the great collection by flockofdoves and. well.

same day i found out about "i wanna be your joey ramone" and sleater-kinney, though i wouldnt listen to the song for a short while. that's layer 4: branching out to other music.

layer 3 was music appreciation. i listened to each of their albums in full sequentionally (KIND OF since i relistened to bullets 3 times were i only listened to the others in full 2 times max), purposuefully holding off for weeks between each album. i remember the first time i sat down to listen to black parade. i was buzzing at like 12:30 am because id decided that was the night. the end -> dead rocked my whole world. never got the instinct to bang your head around til those songs. the whole album was fucking amazing but something aboout famous last words got to me. id be sitting in the car with my sister and singing the bridge over and over. the perfect string of words -- with words i thought id never speak: awake and unafraid, asleep or dead.

i used to hate live performances because the music sounded worse than the studio version while giving me nothing performance-wise. id never wanted to go to a concert in my life. but not only did they sound GOOD live, it was a whole different experience. an adaptation that added to the experience in ways entirely different to what is lost. like i said, crazy eyes. and smiles like flowers and the audience louder than the amps and movement led by sound and memory. like. like nothing else. you cant understand this unless youre in love -- completely dedicated to it.

sometime in august i discovered they were coming to my town the next month. the first concert i ever wanted to go to. my parents were a nightmare about it the whole month until i got the permission to go. ive said also said this a million times: it was like rapture.

i dont understand why you would want to do anything that doesnt work towards that same feeling. my parents didnt get that feeling and i couldnt go to another show. it's been months and it still drives me insane. it drives me fucking insane. it drives me insane.

so those are the core memories related to my chem that got me here. it's a lot of love. love so big i cant even hold. it's belief. something close to religious. it's a lot of fear too -- fear the feeling will go away, that i'll "wake up", fear that they'll be taken. one reason i dont like music is the feelings i attach to it are so profound that i cant listen to it without feeling what i felt in the past. it's why i limit how much i listen to my chem. that's another fear -- though i attach positive feelings to the band, im engaging in it while depressed. more than engaging, obsessing. i cant focus on much else.

i hope as i get better mentally, this doesnt leave me. i got into it to cope. it showed me another dimension of art and life and emotion. it's a hard thing to navigate. i want the good, healthy parts of this to be my life. i hope i can figure that out. i hope it works out.

july 26 2020, i looked this up:

i have no memory of this at all.

the night before, i was on a technoblade binge that ended with me watching one of his seminal videos that i remember beat for beat.

i love technoblade forever. i cant watch his videos right now, but i hope i can someday. i love my chem forever. i hope-

#q.txt #2022 #mcr personal history

14 notes · View notes

bigbadwolfy · 11 months

Text

So I had a weird ass dream that kinda gives me an idea for a FNaF AU

It started with me and my family going to a really big restaurant. It WASNT the pizzaplex, but it was right beside it, which looked like a strip mall btw, and we go inside, we have a great time and it’s packed n stuff, but then we leave to go to the pizzaplex for the arcade cuz I guess we didn’t like the food at fazbear’s. Theres this guy outside who stops us and is like “Bro wtf were you guys doing in there it’s been abandoned for years” and my mom was like “Wtf no there was just a shit ton of people in there” and I look back at it and there’s this little girl staring into the window of the restaurant and she turns to me with this CREEPY ASS MOTHER FUCKIN SMILE THAT CHILLED ME TO MY CORE. I turned around like “oh actually fuck that 😃” and the guy was G O N E and my mom and dad were leading us to the pizzaplex. I’m like, “BRO DID YOU NOT JUST SEE THAT CREEPY ASS CHILD BY THAT RESTAURANT WE JUST WENT TO?” and they’re Like “bitch we ain’t gone to no restaurant yet now get ur ass in that Freddy Fazbear restaurant y’all begged us to take you to” (they literally talked like this in the dream, it was very unusual)

And the thing is, THIS NEVER GETS BROUGHT UP AGAIN BECAUSE I SUDDENLY CHANGE FROM A RANDOM BYSTANDER TO A FULL GROWN ADULT EMPLOYEE OF FREDDY FAZBEAR’S PIZZA

Anyway so my job isn’t like, the manager or something (even though I WAS THE ONLY FUCKING PERSON THERE DOING ALL THE WORK THAT THE ROBOTS WEREN’T) but I was like a technician or something. My job that day was to give maintenance checks on the animatronics. (Side Note, their main function was that they could be piloted like Freddy in the game (which is SUPER destructive DON’T GIVE KIDS MECHS PLEASE), but in the actual game Freddy states it’s for birthday cakes and oversized piñatas??? What???) so I get through all the animatronics pretty easily, until the daycare attendant. (Another side note, this is the middle of the day and the pizzaplex has a completely different layout and the animatronics look way different and so Are the charging stations) I get there and Sun tries to ATTACK ME so I turn off the lights and Moon is like TERRIFIED of sun and reveals he has a virus. Fun. So I do the check but suddenly Monty comes in for a ✨CHASE SCENE✨ (ANOTHER side note, this particular part was a reoccurring dream I’ve had) Monty chases us through the halls and we die and respawn a few times (WHAT??? THIS WAS LIKE A VIVID REALISTIC DREAM??? WAS NOT A VIDEO GAME???) but finally we end up hiding in a recharge station (which are like little spaceship pods n It’s really cute looking! :3) and when we get out, IM BACK IN THE FUCKING JR HIGHSCHOOL???? HOW?! AND LIKE, I GO THROUGH A NORMAL SCHOOL DAY PILOTING MOON??? AND NO ONE QUESTIONS IT??? Anyway, I’m waiting for the bus when I realize that ✨OH SHIT✨ I’m still ✨ON THE FUCKING CLOCK✨ and run back to the pizzaplex. Then it starts to rain so we’re like “✨OH SHIT✨” again and run inside at light speed. As soon as I step inside FUCKING VANESSA starts yelling at me and saying I don’t work there WHEN I CLEARLY FUCKING DID. Moon defends me but I can’t finish the dream because my dog’s whining woke me up. What the actual fuck was this dream 🫠

(Also my dog was fine, she just wanted to go outside)

2 notes · View notes

thegardenandthegrave · 2 years

Text

There is something so fucking special about growing up and claiming or reclaiming the parts of yourself that you shoved down because society expected you to.

I grew up in a strict religious setting, desperate to keep my parents happy and prove I was just as gifted as they said I was.

And I know a lot of people have grown up that way. And there are still people being raised that way.

I remember watching Avatar The Last Airbender the summer I turned 18 because it had been forbidden for religious reasons. That damned show had nothing evil in it but it felt so rebellious to watch that I had to wait until I was an adult before I did it. I felt so ashamed hiding behind my laptop with my headphones in, jumping at every creak in the house.

And I've been on the outskirts of DnD groups since I was 13 but I only started playing last summer at 29. That's 16 years of communal storytelling and community and joy I missed out on.

Not because I thought it was wrong, or evil, or something I wouldn't enjoy. Because I had held on so damn hard to the identity that I had formed in my formative years that I just assumed it 'wasnt for me' and completely ignoring how envious I was of those who did play.

And I almost dated my (female) best friend the year after graduation, but we were renting a room out if my mom's place in a new city neither of us knew enough about to really be independent. And my mom caught us holding hands one afternoon, actually the very first time we were holding hands and blushing at each other and working up the courage to talk about it. . We didn't get the chance before my mom found an excuse to get me alone and then furiouslydemanded to know what was going on and saying the kind of words that aren't commonly spoken unless they're being used in a reclaiming way these days.

I spent the rest of the summer basically overdosing on melatonin from the near constant panic attack, wishing I knew how to get something stronger to numb myself out, and pushing this kind and gorgeous girl away so much she moved back to our hometown and we haven't talked since.

And when I was fifteen I looked up to my uncle so much and wanted to hang out with him all the time because he's be playing video games and listening to black sabbath and metallica. But I knew that was a boy thing, that girls weren't supposed to be into that. Especially not well mannered, straight A, college bound kids like me. I remember hearing adults talk about how his music was garbage and he needed to grow out of it and I spent that summer reading books in my room and pretending I wasn't also listening to the music through the walls.

But today, a month out from turning 30, I started playing a black sabbath song I thought I remembered from back then and I started bawling my eyes out because I liked it SO MUCH and it was so different from everything else.

And I reminded me of the all the times I passed on hanging out with friends at a local concert or begged off early from a hangout because the music wasn't appropriate. Wasn't something I out to like and so of course I hated it.

And at the end here you might be thinking this post is about regret and nonconformity and the 'cult shelterd gifted kid' to 'twenty-something burnout' pipeline.

And maybe it is all about that. But it's also about how today I'm editing a paranormal lesbian romcom series, plotting a very queer centric high fantasy, and incredibly open to everyone in my life about my bisexuality.

It's about how fucking excited I am to be turning 30 and finally getting to jam out to these songs, share that love of music with my uncle.

How I can watch whatever I want and decide for myself if it's good for me or not.

How I can discover how boring I find playing a sorcerer and just multiclass into a rogue and my DM will just roll with it because it turns out I'm not entirely a sorcerer and I'm not entirely a rogue.

I'm a little bit of both, and I've finally got the confidence to explore those parts of myself without shame, without listening through a thin wall or watching a show in secret, or pushing anything away that brings me joy.

Turns out growing up isn't the worst thing in the world and maybe it's actually a little fun.

#i dont usually get this personal #but i think this is important for me to write down #and i hope it helps someone else #ive spent too many years dreading my birthdays and not enough listening to Black Sabbath #i think that right there is the tldr

8 notes · View notes

isekaisyouwithmyforearmlaser · 1 year

Text

god im so fucking sick of people telling me theyre so proud of me for taking in my little sister like this is fucking easy in comparison to everything like the moment i tell them it isnt hard for me cause i used to be a full time nanny they go "well still at your age its different" like yeah and it was different when i used to give my mom baths when she came home completely shitfaced when i was 10 but you didnt see me fucking feel bad for myself or anyone tell me how proud they are of me even my mom ignored it and didnt acknowledge the factg that i took care of her more than she ever raised me LAST FUCKING WEEK but i cant be annoyed i just have to smile and go thank you im so young and naive and then they give me unsolictied advice and tell me im so strong like holy fuck die die die die and i feel so bad because this week ive been so fucked cause of work and my little sister is gone from her friends and i got enough money to pay 10 dollars for tickets to see this movie she wanted to see cause she lost her childhood dog yesterday (and i know its probably dead but when she asks me i say god is with it and keeping him safe) and i thought here i can cheer her up and then my car got stuck and then i was sitting there for an hour trying to dig it out and some guy comes up and tries to help and then he just goes well its stuck good and i start freaking out and he says that its not a big deal and i need to calm down andd i nearly fucking went nuts on him i just told him to fuck off that he doesnt know me i didnt ask to raise a child right now i had plans and dreams and i cant even fucking be mad theyre all being ruined because its not like i had the willpower and discipline to really see them through anyways and im just so fucking mad right now and i feel like ive been so mad ive just been hiding it and im so fucking mad at everyone i know and im mad at myself now my mom only calls me when shes asking for money and all my friends say you cant blame yourself about the hospitalization like you were going to kill yourself and its like no matter what i do i wasnt good enough for my little sister because now we are broke as fuck and all my friends are throwing a fucking pity party for me that makes me want to kms cause the only way i know how to feel useful (which up until this point i felt very useful because i was the sole provider for my family) is by giving money and the moment i gave a shit about my self my entire family got evicted and everyone in my life just turned the other way. MY BROTHER who fucking molested me just ignores me when i beg him to help not for me (hes never given a shit about me ive always just been some cum rag to him) but for our siblings but he ignored me and his fucking wife has the balls to like my family photos on xmas with me and my papaw and my little sister fuck them fuck them all fuck everyone i know what a bunch of assholes. everything i do now is for her. and everyone keeps trying to convince me to take my sister away from my mom.

theyd sooner traumatize my sister more than try to actually help my family. im so fucking sad and i cant even donate my plasma just to make ends meet because i have fucking PTSD AND IM TRANS and they have to get signed off otherwise what?? i might contaminate their fucking plasma ppool with my peepee genes??

and im this close to just doing sex work to get by im so fucking mad and i dont want to ask for help i just want to do things right and none of this is fucking fair but its even less fair for ema cause she tries so hard to be happy buut i know shes so sad. and i was so overwhelemed and freaking out i had a tantrum because things didnt go according to plan and that guy just stared at me and left and i realized im always going to be alone like this but the least i can do is do something for her and i cant even do that and i was so mad i couldnt hug her and i felt bad but i just needed alone time but now shes alone and i dont know what to do because i just need to be alone but i cant have her be sad and she just wanted to see this movie and they wont refund me and im so fucking mad and god. god is the only one even here for me. everyone else left cause i got "too much" from drinking or i was "tgoo mean" or i just act weird or i am too distant or im too needy and honestly i dont think i care about anyone anymore. im so fucking empty and im so fucked up that the only people i can get off to are people who look like my brother and i fucking hate him. and i want to tell him soo bad that i remember everything. i remember when he used to kiss me when i was asleep in highschool cause i wasnt sleeping i was just too scared to move. and i remember when he left for 5 years i thought it was my fault for not taking the hint and letting him have something romantic with me wit hmy fucking brother. and now i cant have a normal realtionship without having panic attacks in bed and freezing up and dissassociating and everyone thinks its so funny because i havent had sex and its like bro who the fuck would want to after that. god i fucking hate everyone right now

2 notes · View notes

residents-of-the-darkforest · 2 years

Text

angelpaw gets an actually decent parental figure

angelpaw sighed, just great, he was horribly lost in a forest full of murderous cats. He walked onward, hoping that there was no surprise ambushes awaiting him.

He stumbled upon a puddle after a while, and bristled. He had come across one of these earlier and nearly drowned. just as he was about to leave, what he assumed was some sort of cat but looked rather fishy, jumped out of the puddle, shaking the murky water from his sopping fur.

angelpaw decided to try his luck, hopefully he wouldnt end up this strange cats dinner.

"Uhm, excuse me, i think im lost, im just trying to get back to the bunches of brambles and stuff"

The strange cat jumped, clearly completely unaware previously of angelpaws presence. They turned around and looked down at angelpaw. angelpaw felt a bit small in the moment, but refused to let down his brave act, despite feeling like he was about to get crushed under this weird cats paw.

"sorry kid, cant adopt you right now, im havin familial issues."

angelpaw looked incredulously at this weird cat, he hadnt asked to be adopted! he just wanted to get back to some familiar territory.

"butttt, i think i know some people that can adopt ya, follow me"

angelpaw felt quite peeved, he hated how this cat talked to him, he ignored what he asked like he was some dumb kit! He hadnt been a dumb kit in a long time, thank you very much! But he followed the older [assumedly] cat anyways, maybe he'd bring him back to the brambles, but he could only hope.

the embarrassingly short walk (how had he gotten so lost, he was only a few fox-lengths away!) to where the older cat was leading him was to the brambles. and as they kept walking along them, two cats came into view. on had their skull exposed and the other seemed to have a snake for a tail, this immediately put angelpaw off, he wasnt often scared but these cats scared the mouse-shit outta him.

"hey guys, i found this kit, at least i think hes a kit, by my puddle and i cant really handle kits right now so i brought him over here!"

Angelpaw felt the urge to correct the cat, but didnt feel like opening his mouth until he gaged whether he could beat these cats in a battle or not, most likely he wouldnt be able to, but it brought him comfort in the idea he might be able to beat at least one of them.

"riverrush, while we, kinda appreciate the gesture, and appreciate the implication we'd be responsible enough for a kid, we all know that poor kit would be better off jumpin into the brambles headfirst than having us as parents"

well, at least angelpaw had a name for this weird cat now, the skullcat seemed calm enough, and the one with a snake for a tail and a bunch of super sharp huge teeth still scared angelpaw, how anyone could be calm around a cat like that is beyond him, but he wasnt one to judge too much.

"audible sigh, fineeee ill take care of 'em myselffff"

angelpaw was not very appreciative of how he had literally not been able to say a single word to riverrush other than to ask directions. riverrush started walking away, coming back and nudging a very reluctant angelpaw when he didnt follow.

as angelpaw walked, there was only one thing on his mind

'what the fuck did i do to starclan to deserve this'

a/n: these two are a sitcom duo and will be portrayed as such, because honestly reluctant adopter and even more reluctant adoptee is a very funny dynamic imo

================

abdolutely LOVE how everyone's so used to the younger cats getting adopted that Riverrush just. assumes Angelpaw's looking for a parent. Then reluctantly becomes the parent.

#submission #you died bitch let's get you some parents #wc #dark tales #dark forest tales #funny story #short story #riverrush #angelpaw

5 notes · View notes

smolcuriouskitten · 2 years

Text

{tw; death, stabbing, knives, and rocky kicking ass!}

Why see me this way?

It was a leisure filled day. She was enjoying her time with Gabe, growing more comfortable with him. It was almost as if someone answered her prayers to the years of misery that she faced with her past relationships with how sweet he was. His gentle touches, his paitence, his willingness to give. It all felt so safe.

As they were out at dinner, she felt a strange source of power from nearby. She tried to disregard it with conversation, Gabe making her laugh as per usual. It had distracted her long enough until the end of dinner and they both left once everything was paid. That same power source kept nagging at her, which was strange since Gabriels power always brought her comfort, so it wasnt his.

Their conversation was good though, so good that the weird power source was pushed to the back of her head. "And then, thats when I said thats not a cookie, thats my brother haha!" Gabriel finished his story with laugh, one of those laughs that came straight from the belly. It always made her heart flutter to hear those stories that made him laugh, made them both laugh. The moment seemed blissful, she hasnt had this much fun since he zapped her to that paradise for their anniversary.

It completely filtered out the sound of someones frantic footsteps and before she knew it...they knew it, they were both knocked out from behind. Dragged away by some shadowy figure to an unknown location, putting a stop to their peaceful day. After who knows how long, she wakes up in a haze, her eyes still trying to come accustomed to the bright light in this strange location. Looking around, she was disoriented until someone grabs her face and forces her to look up at them. "You need to make better choices on who you marry." They demanded and she looked confused.

Wait...where was she? Who in the hell was this holding her? She snatches away and glares at the person. "What is this place and where in the hell are you?! You have no room to talk about my choices in marriage." She snaps back, the person grabbing her face harshly with a wild looking grin. "I say that since he does a poor job at protecting you. Look at him....hes knocked out cold." They tease, walking over to Gabriel who is still slumped over in his chair, grabbing a handful of his hair, pulling it.

Rockelle screams and her eyes turn red. "Let him go! Leave him alone!" She yells and Gabe slowly opens his eyes, looking over at Rockelle tied to a chair. "Now why would I? I have an archangel right here...With all this wonderous grace and power...all ripe for the pickings." The mysterous person responds, Gabe glaring up at them. "So you tie us up to get off or something? You wait until I am with my wife to try this kind of thing? Pathetic." He said with a laugh until that very familiar angel blade rests on his neck.

"No. I wanted to do this because of some sources of mine...say that your lovely wife is very powerful. Im just testing a theory." They said grimly, Gabriel rolling his eyes and Rockelle looks over at them confused. "How did you hear-" Rockelle starts but Gabriel interrupts. "She is. Theres your answer. Can you get that blade away from me now?" He said firmly and the person chuckles. "Not that kind of answer. Good night." And before Rockelle knew it, the blade plunges into Gabes chest, his face and body glowing before going limp.

She lets out a shrill scream with tears running down her face. "noOOOOO!" She screams and the person laughs, holding his hair to hold his face up. "Aw what was that? Oh....hes dead he cant answer me." The person teases as Rockelle began to struggle against her restraints, her eyes turning red and her teeth going sharp. "You killed my husband...you killed my husband...You...You..." the person rolls their eyes and puts the blade at her chin with a smug grin. "Now whats wrong? Mad that I shut him up?" They said, looking at her red eyes as tears flowed from them.

That smug grin....That was the same grin Magic gave her after he shot her mother. She felt the same anger and rush of adrenaline from all those years ago. She blacked out, still repeating the phrase of 'you killed my husband,' her mouth foaming as she broke out of the restraints that held her.

Her hair grew to drag on the floor behind her with blood replacing her tears, her nails turning to claws with her teeth sharpening to a point. With a loud roar, echoing in the room as she walks over to the person, her voice dropping to a demonic tone. "Oh.....Oh god...What in the hell are you?!" They asked fearfully, her face distorting and she slices their head off with no issue. She then steps on the head, breaking it into peaces, using her magic to vaporize the body.

Hearing footsteps frantically come downstairs, she screams and continues to fight anyone who approached her, using her magic and hand to hand combat. She stabs, bites, vaporizes, and punches through the crowd of fighters, her screams and howls bouncing all around the walls, ready to take on whoever else is in her way.

In the meantime, Renelle and Christopher were having movie night until they felt a disruption in their auras. Shit, Rockelle got into something and she needed help. They knew something was wrong since her aura was radiating so much power at one time. If she wasnt careful, she would end up dying from burning through it. Teleporting to her location, they almost shit themselves with how far gone she was.

The room was a mess since Rockelle threw a few people into walls, the furniture broken, and blood and guts all over the place. The room seemed to be in disarray except for one spot where Gabriel sat. All the dots were connecting and they got why Rockelle reacted that way. Once Rockelle looked at them both, she charges with a scream. Renelle quickly side steps her, dodging her and leading her straight to Christopher who shoves the spell down her throat. Rockelle goes back to normal and passes out, Renelle quickly catching her with a huff.

"How in the hell did they get themselves into this situation?! Oh my god! I never seen a witch-" Renelle starts and Chris picks up Gabriel with a huff. "That far gone? Yeah...You stay away from a dark witch like that. They are often blinded by anger and sadness and with how strong Rockelle is? Im just glad she didnt blow this place up." Chris responds and Renelle glares. "Not funny. But god damn, thats...thats the first time she rushed at me like that." Renelle said, teleporting back to her home, Chris following behind.

"Find the strongest healing spell she has. We need it to get her husband back." Renelle demands and Chris sets Gabriel down next to her, pulling the blade out of him with a disgusted face and an 'ick' noise. "Yeah yeah I know. I dont wanna hear her whining once she comes back. We dont need her going full killer mode again." He said, going upstairs and Renelle staying back to watch after them.

"Should we get a healing spell for Aria? She might not be wake up!" Renelle calls and Christopher gathers the ingredients. "No. She will wake up soon. She will be weak as hell though but her aura will heal. It may take awhile for her to heal but she will be okay! Just...keep an eye on them. Im preparing for what in the hell is gonna happen when we wake Gabriel up." He comes back downstairs with everything and a spell book, setting everything down on the coffee table.

"Alright...Lets get this over with." They both say, Renelle preparing the ingredients and Chris getting his magic ready. "This better work. Stand back Ren, I dont want you to get caught in the blast." Chris demands, Renelle following his instruction and moving to a corner in the room. Chris uses his magic combined with the spell ingredients, mixing them into a potion and putting it into Gabes mouth. The room glowed brightly and Chris and Ren both covered their eyes.

Gabriel woke up with a start, touching his chest then looking around for Rockelle. He looks over at Renelle and Christopher then back at Rockelle. "What in the hell happened? How did I get here? The last thing I remember was...was Rockelle tied to a chair." He asks and Ren looks over at him, sitting next to Chris. "We dont know. All we know is..." She hesitates and looks over at Chris. With a sigh, Chris continues. "Rockelle and you were in a warehouse somewhere. I suggest asking her once she wakes up." He said, watchinf as Gabe hugs Rockelle close, holding her hair. "I failed at protecting her...Im sorry." Gabriel responds and closes his eyes, rubbing her back and scratching the back of her head.

"You did what you could. Sometimes you dont always have to do the protection. Dont let her fool you, she can kick some ass too. Hey, she should be fine, very weak but fine. Just make sure she eats some food and gets some rest. If you let her pick up a pen, record or anything within the next few weeks, I will kick your ass. I mean it when I say rest and make sure to enforce it no matter how much she whines. Got me?" Chris playfully glares and makes the 'watching you' motion. "Yes sir." Gabriel responds, watching as they both get up to leave.

Its never a dull day with them is it?

#Spotify #i think too much; {dabbles}#trickster asshole; {gabriel}#sisterly love; {renelle}#goofball says; {christopher interactions}#tw; death #tw; blood #tw; knives #{this took so long im sorry-}

4 notes · View notes

sunnyxnala · 2 years

Text

Woah! It's been a while :0

life has been saur busy BUT! let's pick up where i left off :D here are all my daily entries since 10/27 to 11/16

Thursday, 10/27/22

9:00am - i woke up and finished up my studying for my eebio100 midterm, which was at 12:30pm. i told my prof about my covid scare situation but he said to come in person to take the test anyways and i was like :D sir... and then he was like yea either that or u can sit with me for 2 hours for an oral exam... yeah no so i finished up my studying, printed out my cheat sheet, and hauled my butt to rolfe

12:30pm - i took my midterm! honestly not too bad (well, i thought i did terrible in the moment but after getting my mc score back it was all okay :D) it was a lil tricky though bc they had scientific names of animals and species even though they said not to worry about it T_T lied straight to my face man. still waiting on my free responses to me graded

1:45pm - i got out of my midterm and headed back to the dorm. i had some more work to do so i was working in my dorm for a while. i think i got food at a food truck, but i dont remember which one.

4pm - i texted pauline that i was feeling a bit drowsy and sick, because we had planned to meet up and hangout for a bit. she told me not to worry about it and to rest, but i was determined to meet w her via zoom or call at least! i told her i would take a nap and see if i felt better when i woke up

5:45pm - i woke up from my nap with a slight headache, a fever, and was feeling very sluggish. i was so exhausted. i texted pauline that i wasnt feeling well and she completely understood, in fact was happy that i wasnt gonna push myself to meet with her. i appreciate her sm ;-; we decided to reschedule for a different time, and i went back to sleep before my meeting

7pm - i had a meeting that i attended virtually. after the meeting, my vision started looking like a kaleidoscope, it was so trippy. turns out i had a ocular migraine or something like that.

9pm - i think i got the tomato basil soup from bcafe for dinner this day, and it was pretty bad. never getting it again. i think i did work for the rest of the night before calling it a day and heading to sleep.

Friday, 10/28/22

okay in all honestly i dont remember this day too well other than the fact that it was PAINFUL i was dying my head was hurting so much and i ended up having migraines this day. i was feeling super sick, my temp kept fluctuating and i didnt wanna move. i dont remember what i ate other than clam chowder, bc i had to ask my friend cristian to deliver it for me (which he immediately did, he is so sweet i appreciate him a lot :( ). i also remember he got me a ton of honey and pepper and tea, it was pretty funny. i think i just slept a lot this day. i also got my pcr test results back on this day and i was negative! but still dying though and i had no idea what was happening (i would later find out i had sinus infection)

Saturday, 10/29/22

i slept until 11am, i think. i had an event at 2pm that i felt good enough to head out to. still a little bit groggy and my head hurt a little bit, but it wasn't unbearable. i met up with a few friends at de neve turnaround before heading out to chick-fil-a. i got the chicken nuggets there, the chick-fil-a sauce goes so hard. fun fact, when i was younger my god family in menifee used to have me dress up like a cow for every summer i came to visit them bc there's a certain day where you get free food at chick-fil-a if you dress like a cow LOL

i went to ralphs w claire and jshyu after to help jshyu transport pumpkins and supplies to our little sleepover event at a friend's apartment

when we arrived, we started our event! we played a lot of games like we're not really strangers, sang karaoke, cooked, carved pumpkins, and more. we ate spaghetti for dinner! it was a pretty good night until i came down with a splitting migraine and had to sleep.

i dont remember exactly what happened, but i do remember coming out of the room asking dylan for help bc i fr thought i was dying. almost asked him to call 911 ngl. but he immediately helped me out and gave me thermaflu (which almost made me throw up). more friends wrapped me up in a blanket and put a cold towel on my head and i ended up sleeping throughout the night. more friends came to take care of me, but i dont recall who. i just know bc they told me that they did after i was feeling better. i appreciate them <3

Sunday, 10/30/22

i was feeling a lot better when i woke up. i ate a bagel with cream cheese, caught up with some friends on what they did throughout the night, and was just socializing. we ended up carving pumpkins and that was super fun! jshyu and i made our pumpkin look like mike wasowski and he even had cute little pumpkin horns that stuck out of the pumpkin. i went with annie and jshyu to target to grab cleaning supplies to help clean up annie's apartment, and then she drove me back home. i was still feeling super exhausted so i think i slept for a bit longer as soon as i came back to my dorm.

when i woke up, i was feeling a lot better. i washed up, met up with some friends for dinner, and did work for the rest of the night. i ate the chicken sandwich + elote from the flamin hot chicken truck for the first time and it's so GAS can't believe ive been hating on this for the longest time when it's actually so good

Monday, 10/31/22

happy halloweenie!

was supposed to have festivities like carve pumpkin and have horror night but boybae felt too sick later in the night

ate chicken curry from 8e8 and watched coraline instead

had a mini photoshoot w my best friend klaribae

Tuesday, 11/1/22

went to ee biol lec, i do not like the knew professor but it is okay we'll manage

i dont remember if i ate or what i ate

hung out at kerck for a bit before going to a zoom meeting that i did inside of kerck

wednesday, 11/2/22

went to lecture, i had a midterm today for ls30b

i thought i studied really freaking well and understood the material but the actual test kicked me in the butt and im nervous for my results

thursday 11/3/22

went to eebiol lecture again, she didn't know how to use the mic and it cut out mid lecture

had a picnic with tas and professors it was very nice

studied and hung out at fireside, ending up spending the night there

friday, 11/4/22

i went to my lab and lecture for ls30b from 12pm-3pm

i had a meeting where i was exposed to what it would be like being a responder for a suicide/crisis hotline at 4pm

i had dinner with adiline at rende west at 7pm

saturday, 11/5/22

i got cpr certified this morning! i was trained in bls and cpr fro 9am to 12pm, it was very interesting and im very happy i was able to take the course. i also got 100% on the test!

i ate at bplate with some friends before meeting at the study with joseph. i swiped him some food and swiped myself a decaf white chocolate mocha iced coffee and an opera cake. it was a really good time talking to him

i met with brandon, steven, hailey, and josh ji to go to costco and pick up supplies for our hangout. it was pretty fun, but hailey's driving is a little questionable when it comes to speed bumps.

we had our hangout from 5pm-9pm at sunset village and it was pretty fun! i had some pizza and drank some caprisun, i mainly socialized with our friends there before heading back to my dorm to work on some assignments

sunday, 11/6/22

i woke up pretty late this day and had hurriedly gotten food and headed out to my photoshoot for vcn. i grabbed a steak quesadilla from rende west before meeting vcn drama cast at anderson steps. it was really nice seeing the drama cast, as it was my first time seeing everyone in person since my role is so small that they did not need me for many of our rehearsals

after the photoshoot and runthrough, i had a professional photoshoot with some friends at royce. we all looked so nice and so pretty, except i felt like my face was a little poofy this day so i think my photo came out looking a little bit different to how i actually look but it's all good. i've never taken professional photo of myself before, so i really loved the photos that came out from this photoshoot

i met with clarice at 7pm, we went to ralphs for a grocery and snack run. it was a great time hanging out with her, and she even put me on ralph's sushi. ive been avoiding ralph's sushi for the longest because i was always so scared of it but.... it's honestly not too bad! LOL

i met with my alumni mentor at 8pm to catch up and see how we were doing. it was really nice talking to him, i really love how down to earth and straightforward he is. it seems that he is doing great right now which i am so happy to hear, and it was overall such a great time just unwinding and delving into what's been going on in our lives recently.

i met with marykate at 9pm via zoom to check in and chat for a bit too. i think she is so sweet, and i always love every chance i get to talk to her.

10pm i met with alan to go grab dinner at ami sushi in westwood. it was a really great time and i think it was very sweet how he would always make sure that i was walking on the inside of the sidewalk. we had a great conversation over some great food, i had a bulgogi and rice stone pot with salad and miso soup.

monday 11/7/22

i went to my eeb discussion before heading out to ackerman to meet with some friends and chat and study. it was raining this day and it was so freaking cold.

i met up with johnny, he met me inside ackerman and we left to go get food at rende on the hill. i didn't eat with him though because i already planned to eat with amanda at 1pm before my lecture at 2pm. so i just swiped him food and we had a great conversation at rende west. i think it was a bit surreal to finally talk to him, as i've known him by association for a while but never directly talked to him one on one before this

i went back to my dorm after johnny finished eating to unpack somethings and put on more layers of clothing. then i headed out to meet amanda at the bomb shelter, where we both got food from yoshinoya's which was expensive as heck i did not know it was more than $9 for a bowl dayum. but we had a great time, i really loved talking to amanda and hearing about her dog rigby.

i then left amanda to go to my ls30b lecture at 2pm. honestly i dont know what the heck is happening in the class at this point

after class, i think i came back to my dorm and worked up until my meeting at 8pm

tuesday, 11/8/22

election day!!! very stressful, i remember asking around if ppl were going out to vote today lol

i went to my eeb100 lecture and i think this was the day where my professor's mic cut out and we couldn't hear her for like half of lecture rip

i dont remember what i ate

i just remember i had so much to do today and a paper to write that was actually do a week before, but my professor had only let me know that i was able to have an extension to the end of the night so that was stressful sobs

wednesday, 11/9/22

i woke up and asked hannah if she wanted to grab brunch at bplate with me. we ended going to bplate at 12:30 and it was a really great time talking to her over brunch.

i headed out for my ls30b lecture at 2pm, again had no idea what the heck is going on in the class. i was able to grasp onto the content a little bit but i definitely need to go back and review the material sobs

i dont remember what else i did or ate this day as i dont have anymore notes in my google calendar about it :(

thursday, 11/10/12

my last day taking antibiotics for my sinus infection slay!!

i kinda dont remember what i did, i think i went to lecture and mainly just did work and met up to hangout with people during this day. i met up with bryan and edmond at 4pm and we hungout for a bit, he's a very nice and funny guy to talk to.

i met up with gabi and pari at 6pm, we drove around westwood because traffic was pretty bad and there was no parking space available, so gabi ended up dropping me, pari, and karis off at diddy reise to get cookies for everyone. i got the candy chocolate chip cookie idk ive never really liked it before but i've been craving m&ms recently LOL. after we got our cookies, we were chilling in gabi's car jsut hanging out and talking for a bit before her volleyball game. then pari and gabi left and karis and i sat in mr. noodle waiting on karis's food.

robin picked karis and i up from mr. noodle and he dropped karis off at hedrick summit. he also picked up three other people who were going to sawtelle, since we were also headed to sawtelle for dinner. after dropping them off at tsujita, robin and i ate at sushi stop. it was my first time eating there so i was super excited. the food was actually SO good and im so happy he recommended the place. 10/10 would come again. it was also such a fun time talking and hanging out with robin :)

friday, 11/11/22

the cursed day. we'll get to why we call it the cursed day.

it actually started off pretty great! i woke up and went on a picnic with juliet and some friends at tongva steps. she brought us all sorts of goodies and bagels and breakfast foods and it was really really good

after our picnic, i went back to my dorm to get ready to meet with pauline! we went to a cafe in westwood and she treated us to some delicious drinks. she got an americano and i got matcha latte. it was soooo good. we had such a great conversation too, and i felt the same surreal feeling in that i always knew of pauline prior to coming to college but never thought that i would ever talk to her or hangout with her one on one like this. it was super fun and she is so sweet to talk to. we were able to find some seating inside where we started doing some work. we also ran into kadee and her sister, and they sat next to us to do some work too.

at 4pm, pauline and i left the cafe and headed to the bruin bear to meet with selene. there, we all walked back up the hill and pauline went back to her dorm. selene and i went to her dorm to pick up something and then we went to my dorm to hangout. i really loved talking to selene and can find myself relating a lot to her. she is super sweet and im very grateful that i've had the opportunity to get to know her more on a deeper level

then i went out to get dinner with jason and a lot of friends! i forgot what the kbbq place was called but it was so freaking GOOD oh my gosh i was so happy. it was such a good dinner, it really tied up how well everything else was going in my day

and that's when the day becomes cursed. long story short, i ended up drinking so much to the point where i blacked out and remember absolutely nothing. it was awful and i am still traumatized by how much i drank.

saturday, 11/12/22

i woke up very confused at jason's apartment. i didn't remember how i got there or when i got there or anything. i felt so sick and was terribly hungover, the worst hangover i've had in my life so far. next to me was josh ji which was even more confusing but i was happy that i wasnt alone. josh ji called charlotte to ask what the heck happened, and charlotte was giving us bits and pieces from what she remembered. it made me feel even more sick as she was recounting what went on during the night. i yakked a lot, jason made me noodles but i couldn't stomach it, and i ended up just resting for a long time on the couch. i did get to see poppy (jason's cat) she is so adorable i love her.

jason drove me back to grab my backpack from kelvin's apt and then he drove me back to my dorm and made sure that i was feeling okay enough to get back to my dorm safely. as soon as i came back to my dorm, i immediately went to the floor and knocked out. my roommate was there and i was telling her how sick i felt before i knocked out, so she was taking care of me and gave me a yak bag and helped me throw up. i was in and out of sleep, only waking up to throw up and then pass out again. it was so bad.

my roommate left for work at 6pm and called my boyfriend to come to my dorm to take care of me. my boyfriend ended up staying with me the entire time, helping me get water in my system and tried giving me some vitamin c too. when i took the vitamin c pill and water throw i immediately through it all back up and it was awful. he left to get me some hot water to see if that was easier to stomach and also some birria ramen from the taco cartel truck. that ramen is actually the best hangover food ong it had noodles to soak up anything + protein + lime my god it was so gas. i couldnt finish it, but i made sure to eat all the meat. my boyfriend stayed by my side and helped me eat. he watched rick and morty with me until we both fell asleep again

vanna and josh ji came by my dorm to drop off powerade which i was very thankful for. they also jsut checked in on me and made sure that i was okay

my roommate came back around 12am and that's when my boyfriend and i woke up. im very grateful that she was okay with him staying the night and sleeping over to continue taking care of me, and i am very grateful that my roommate and my boyfriend r my best friends i love them both very much

sunday, 11/13/22

i felt soooo much better when i woke up on sunday, i actually felt reborn. everytime i was sent a video or photo of myself from friday night though i felt nauseous and thinking about that night still makes me nauseous

my mom came up which was really nice. i ate an acai bowl before she arrived and i swiped her a salad that she really likes from the study.

we went to griffith observatory, paid $10 for parking, and then couldnt even get into the observatory bc my mom isn't vaccinated and neither of us knew that they checked for vax cards. instead, we ended up hiking on the griffith observatory trail and that was really nice. we sat on a bench for a while watching the sunset and talking and adoring the cute dogs all around us

after griffith, we headed out to a japanese bbq restaurant. i think it was called tokyo kalbi, but im also not too sure. i just know that it was really good. on the way there, i was also on call with kristina and brooke for a bit, and it was really nice talking to them.

we ate at the jbbq place and it was actually so good. their cut of meat was so good but that also made it so expensive and i felt guilty eating tbh but my mom insisted that i ate until i was full. we had a good time chatting over dinner, she was telling me all about her bumble stories and interactions and at this point i just accept it

after dinner, she took me back home to my dorm. she gave me a bag with goodies and things i needed from home, along with some motivational messages taped to the goodies reminding myself to take care of myself. i love my mom, she is the best.

i met with tyler at 9pm and we had a great time talking in de neve. i swiped him some chicken tendies before heading out to fireside

at fireside, i was hanging out with some friends until i started having a really bad cough and felt a sore throat coming. i ended up going back to my dorm and taking a rapid test, it came back with a faint line :( so i took a pcr test and waited for my results to come back

monday, 11/14/22

i woke up super freaking sick. it was insane. i had a bit of a cough from hanging out with my mom but i thought i was just choking on dust or water or something, it wasnt too bad. but this morning i was dying.

i dont remember what i ate and i went to lecture online

my enrollment time was at 5:30pm, i didn't get physics 5a which i really needed T_T

i was mainly working up until my meeting at 8pm

after the meeting i broke down lol i was really really out of it and feeling super sick. my temp kept fluctuating and my throat hurt so badly i couldnt even speak without wincing

after calming down by talking to a few people about how i was feeling, i headed out to a hangout that my friends and i planned for the night. just crazy college things to make memories, yk? it was super fun except i got more sick afterwards sobs. edmond gave me nyquil when we got back to our dorm and a ton of vitamin c which i am super grateful for.

i didnt sleep until 4am i think and then at 5am the water boiler broke in my building and bc im on the 9th floor we were closest to it. it was a LOUD banging, i woke up thinking that smoeone was trying to break into our room through our window. some rooms got flooded apparently, but luckily not ours.

tuesday 11/15/22

i woke up feeling a bit worse but i was still able to function. my sore throat had lessened, i was mainly just feeling dizzy and my body had felt so heavy. i took another rapid and this time it was fully negative, no faint line. my pcr also returned and it was negative slay. i think im just dealing with a bad cold or sinus infection again

i had to get up at 1:30pm to get ready for my hiring paperwork appointment at 2pm. i finally got hired at the study slayyy!! i got my uniform and filled out the identification forms and everything, but honestly HR and the whole hiring process is still pretty unorganized.

after my appointment, i grabbed food at rende west and ran into yasmine. we talked for a bit before she returned to her dorm. i got a steak burrito. i was feeling too dizzy to continue being outside and went back to my dorm to rest and do some work

at 8pm, i went out to watch my friends play capture the flag. it was pretty fun watching them, but it was also super cold. i remember being so cold that my feet felt so numb to the point where i thought they were going to fall off.

i walked back to the dorm with pauline afterwards and put on more layers of clothing.

i choreographed a dance to a part of CPR by cupcakke, i really love femme dancing

i headed out to fireside to hangout with my friends and help choreograph some more dances, and ended up working until 4:20am.

i headed back to my dorm, gave my boyfriend a goodnight hug because he was still awake studying for his midterm, and then crashed in my bed

Wednesday, 11/16/22

i woke up today DYING. i woke up at 7:30am from a coughing fit that just would not end. i felt like i was sweating but so cold at the same time and that the world was slightly rocking. i ended up going in and out of sleep just coughing and rolling and coughing some more and trying to breathe without it hurting. i ended up having to cancel all my plans for today and was bedridden

my boyfriend came by my dorm to drop off some dayquil, which helped a lot with my coughs. i went back to sleep and woke up around 4pm.

at 4pm, i went to go shower to see if it would help make me feel better. it did make me feel better, but i accidentally was showering in too hot water and i almost fainted from the steam i think. i felt a lot better after showering though, but i was still having trouble breathing and coughing like crazy so i went back to my dorm to rest and do any work i can online.

my boyfriend dropped off food for me at 5:30pm, i ate spicy tuna poke bowl from the aloha fridays food truck. this was the first thing i ate today.

i called some friends and my mom to see how they were doing and it was nice talking to them. jason called me to see how i was feeling and came by to drop off some medicine for me which i am very grateful for, he is truly da best

i've been doing work since from my bed. my boyfriend finished his scrimms at 9pm and is going to drop off food for me soon. i asked him to get me a sandwich from the study. in fact, he just gave it to me rn at 10:57pm i love my boybae <3

after i eat, im just going to keep working and getting as many things done as possible until i cant handle staying awake anymore.

overall, today was a 2/10 bc health was dookey but i am happy that i am surrounded by such nice people

1 note · View note