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It is 6 am. I know that it reads like I’ve never heard of pacing. Trust me, I’m aware. Quite frankly, I am entirely too tired to care. It might not even be as bad as I think it is. It’s possible, I guess, but not likely, I don’t think. I don’t have proofreaders, and it’s probably too edgy or too soon for more edge but you’re along for my ride and I’m sorry. I’ll probably rewrite it at some point, but right now I’m happy I’m even awake right now to post it. My eyes hurt and I'm a little queasy but we are powering through. Having said that, let's torture some fucking teenagers.

Chapter 12

Donatello stares at the small knife intensely.

It is an incredibly boring-looking one. Knowing as little as he does about culinary arts, he does not know the exact use of it, its size and shape giving him very little insight into its use in that environment. He is willing to make an educated guess and assume the blade itself is made of carbon steel, which is not exactly a strange choice for a knife in his opinion. It is not a combat or survival knife. It is hardly sturdy enough to last long in a combat setting. He is tempted to call Mikey to ask him to identify it for a second but thinks better of it.

After all, it fell out of your pocket. Questions would be asked.

He picks it up off the floor, weighing it in his hand. ‘This is a kitchen knife, right?’ He picks your jacket off the floor, folding it neatly and placing it on the back of a chair. ‘Why would she carry around a kitchen knife?’ He rests his head on his arms, holding the offending tool in front of his eyes, continuing to analyze it. ‘To fight? She knows carrying around a knife like this with no combat experience is a bad idea, right? Don’t people usually use pepper spray or something when they want to defend themselves?’

An image flashes into his head. You, standing alone in an alley, pointing this poor excuse of a weapon at a member of The Foot or the Purple Dragon. You, falling back and hitting your head and bleeding out with a knife sticking in your side because you fell on it wrong—‘It’s not even in a sheathe’—and trying to crawl back out into the street, begging to god not to—

He blinks, noticing his knuckles going pale around the handle, mouth weirdly dry.

He swallows. He forces his grip to loosen. ‘That’s dramatic.’ He gets up, slipping the knife back into the pocket of your jacket, hoping he put it in the right one. ‘She’s fine. She’s probably just scared after everything that’s happened. It won’t come to that.’

He sets back down, picking the last gas mask up and turning it over in his hands to give him something to do. He will not have time to properly test whether it works exactly as planned, but he is fairly certain that it and its brothers should allow them to breathe with little difficulty when they need to go into the TCRI building through the elevator shaft. If that is the plan they go with, anyways-- he had elected to stay out of the planning party, seeing as creating explosives strong enough to destroy the portal is enough of a challenge on its own, and he has faith in you and his eldest brother to come up with a good course of action. You guys always did. Bradford was dead after all, a fact that he had been informed made their lives considerably easier. In your words, “Mousers are the fucking worst, and if Bradford had gone off and recruited Stockman, we would have to deal with all of that way sooner.” You had quickly admitted that you did not know how long the peace would last, but you seemed pretty satisfied by the way things were happening overall, despite his accidentally causing the power cell to be stolen—“We’ll have the whole thing under control after this mission, don’t you worry.”

You had also claimed that you had the staking out of Shredder’s lair under control, but that is neither here nor there.

The door to his lab slides open. “Donnie,” you call, “we need to go over the game plan. How’re the explosives coming?”

‘Why is there a knife in your pocket instead of a taser?’ “Theoretically? Well.” He shrugs, getting to his feet. “I can’t really test if they work, but they’re good to go, probably.”

You smile teasingly. “They’re not gonna go off randomly?”

“Probably not.”

“Probably?” Your smile widens.

“No promises.”

“Well,” you grin, “I sure hope they’re good explosives in that case; wouldn’t wanna almost bleed out again.”

His stomach churns. “For sure,” he agrees, crossing the room as you start to “walk” back to the war room/kitchen. “Have you guys decided on anything?”

“Well,” you sigh, “Leo’s bein’ Leo if that’s what you mean. I don’t mind their plan, mind, but it seems a bit silly.” You hold the door open for him. “After you.”

“Dude, totally.” Mikey nods eagerly in agreement to something someone said. “I can get him on board, on prob.”

“Good.” Leonardo taps his finger against the blueprint splayed across the counter. “Now all we need is a big enough box.”

“There should be crates down by the docks.” Raphael looks over at you. “Any stores up top sell ‘em that big?”

“Probably.” You lean against the doorway as Donnie steps past you. “You guys know we don’t know what they’re breathing, right?”

“Yeah. So?” The green-eyed brother gestures to him. “He can figure out letting us breathe.”

“Can and did, but I’m not sure that’s what she’s talking about.” The tall boy crosses his arms across his chest absentmindedly. “If the gases they’re breathing are highly flammable—which, knowing the absurd biology of the Kraang, isn’t out of the question—” You stifle a laugh, covering your mouth, “using explosives in there might blow the roof off the place.”

“That’s good, ain’t it?”

“Not If you don’t want to be pressure cooked, no.”

“Is there some other way to destroy the portal?” Leonardo laced his fingers together, leaning his elbows on the worn island.

“Without knowing the metal they’re using?” He shakes his head. “Even if we did, I’m not sure if I could safely create hydrochloric or nitric acid, especially on such short notice, let alone transport it.”

“Then we’re screwed.” Raph looks off. “Perfect.”

“Unless you feel confident in busting out of that building on a time crunch, we’d need someone to be close enough to the bomb to actually use the detonator. Seeing as we need all hands on deck, we really don’t have anyone that could fit the bill.” Even with his back to you, you notice his tension. “Unless you guys just want to crack a window or something, but that would kinda negate the point of doing the whole stealth thing, setting off an obvious alarm.”

“That’s not true.” Mikey points out the obvious. “Y/N could do it.”

“I’m down,” you shrug, moving your hands to slide in your nonexistent pockets. “You’d need to let me know when to do it so I don’t fry you guys, but I might as well add domestic terrorism to my non-existent rap sheet.” You smile wryly at that.

You think you hear Donnie mutter something before speaking up. “I’m not sure there are any buildings high enough up or close enough to be an effective--”

“Sure there is.” Mikey, again. “There’s that apartment building across that alley. It’s plenty tall.”

“Oh yeah, huh?” Raph smiles sharply. “Even has a fire escape to climb.”

The idea of climbing anything anywhere makes you want to vomit, but the idea of having to deal with whatever goes on with the saving of Leatherhead later is enough to ignore it. ‘Stop being a pussy,’ you reprimand yourself, feeling vertigo already. ‘It’s a fucking ladder. A twenty-story high ladder, yeah, but it's still just a ladder.’

“She can’t use a ladder,” the tallest brother protests. “She can’t use one of her legs.”

“Then she can take the stairs, or we can carry her there before we go.” You take slow, deep, quiet breaths. “It’s no big deal. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind doing it, right?”

You are suddenly incredibly grateful that you are leaning against a doorframe. The idea of being carried over buildings, twenty stories into the air, makes the ground sway underneath you. You subtly dig your fingernails into the walls on impulse, trying to slowly relieve the pressure.

“It’s not about—What are you even talking about?” You barely register his bashful embarrassment, swallowing thickly. “I’m just saying…”

You can barely hear them, shutting your eyes as you feel sticky, warm blood on your fingertips, dripping down in between your digits. You wipe the phantom liquid off on your jeans quickly, thoroughly, opening your eyes to see what you register as the other three ragging on Donnie about something you do not catch. You lock your knees to keep them from shaking as bad as your hands, ignoring the nausea and staring straight ahead. ‘Your folks didn’t raise a wuss. Your hands aren’t wet. Snap out of it.’

You force yourself to focus on counting threads in your sleeves. You get to thirty-five before you feel someone shaking your shoulder.

“Dude, you alright?” Mikey was waving a hand in front of your face, having apparently crossed the room from his seat on the counter. “Hello?”

Your eyes snap up from your wrist to look at him. “Hm? Yeah, totally.” You nod. “Just zoned out is all.”

He put the back of his hand to your forehead as if he knew what he was looking for. “You sure? You look sick.”

You nod again. “Just didn’t sleep well last night. I’m fine.”

“Do you plan on zoning out during the mission?” Raphael smirked. “Don—”

“No,” you cut him off sharply. “I’ll be fine. When are you guys going?”

“A couple of hours.” Donnie is staring holes into you. “The hours listed online say actual people work until then, but the actual building is open for another few hours, so by the time we get far enough down to hopefully not feel the effects of the blast, we won’t have to worry about witnesses or people getting caught up in it.”

“Awesome.” You start out the door, using the walls to limp back to the lab. “Meetcha back here in an hour.”

He runs after you. “Need me to come with you? I can help pick a crate out.” The way his words spill out is not lost on you. “O-or I could drive you there if you want—it’s bad to walk around so much on your leg, especially at night.”

“If you don’t mind vomit in your party-wagon, sure.” You slip through the gap in the door, grabbing your jacket and pulling it on. “Honestly, Donnie, I’m fine.”

“But—”

“I walk home all the time.” You use the chair to roll over to your walker, snapping it open and getting to your feet. “I’m just going to go to a hardware store, buy a couple of the largest boxes they have, grab some dinner, and come back. Besides, you have to worry about getting in, right? I’ll be fine, really.”

He wants to argue. He does not.

“Text me if you need anything while I’m out.” You maneuver past him with a bit of difficulty. “Want me to pick up some pizza while I’m out?”

“… yeah.” He nods, shaking off the feeling sinking into his gut with a bit of difficulty. “If you want some, you’ll have to eat it on your own, though.”

You smile back at him. “I’ll get something else to eat,” you roll your eyes, voice oozing with honey seemingly unintentionally. “Don’t you worry too hard about me, now; your brothers give you a hard enough time as is.”

“Don’t get yourself killed and I’ll think about it,” he jokes, mostly serious.

You laugh. “I’ll try, Dad.”

He has never noticed how loud you walk until today. Maybe it is just that it is unusually loud in comparison to him and his brothers, or maybe it is the sound of it knocking around the concrete walls of the lair bouncing the sound off the walls, but he cannot help but notice it, how easily he can identify where you are just by listening. How has he never noticed that? ‘You could hear her down the street, walking past. Anyone with ears could tell where she is, no problem.’

He feels himself grip onto the door to keep himself from running after you and insisting he come with you. ‘If someone can hear her walking down the street, someone can hear her scream. They’ll call someone. Who would leave a teenage girl to get attacked?’ He does not answer his question.

He shuts the door. ‘And she has a point. I still need to figure out how to get us into TCRI without the cameras catching us.’ He sits back at his workstation to think. ‘It doesn’t have to be too advanced. A remote-controlled dolly wouldn’t take much time to build, and I have the code already.’

It is not an effective distraction, but it is enough to preoccupy him for a solid half an hour.

You are back at the time you say you are going to be back. The trip did not take you long, although carrying the boxes and food was an unforeseen challenge, and you bought yourself a burrito and soda, so all is well. You and the guys eat in the kitchen, you do not have another episode and, all in all, you almost forget about the fact you will have to be carried up a twenty-story building.

Standing and staring up at the building they had ended up next to is an easy reminder.

You swallow your dinner back, mouth dry. ‘Commit.’ You fold your walker up, hiding it behind a dumpster and hooking your arms around Donnie’s neck before you can chicken out, shutting your eyes tight, the humming of their van—you had walked—doing nothing to ease your nerves. You hear the others say something before the engine roars back to life, the tires squealing against the asphalt as they drive off.

“I’m not going to drop you,” he promises, barely noticing the extra weight as he hooks one of his arms under your thigh to pull your body flush against his. Your legs immediately tighten into a vice-like grip around his middle, pulling him even closer.

“Fucking better not.” He starts to scale the building with a bit of difficulty, with one arm otherwise preoccupied. “I’ll haunt your ass.”

He smiles at that. He jumps up, grabbing onto the railing of a fire escape and earning a squeak of terror and a quiet string of obscenities from you. He takes longer than usual out of necessity but finds a quiet joy in how hard you cling to him, swallowing laughs drawn out by your swears—his personal favorite is, “Oh fuck me Mother Mary!” which is a result of him overshooting the railing, resulting in both of you violently swinging back and forth for a time.

“Are we on solid ground?” Your voice is pleading.

“We’re on the roof, yeah.”

You let go, sliding down to your knees and lacing your fingers together behind your neck, breathing for the first time in the eternity—two minutes—it had taken to get there. You want to cry, your heart pounding out of your chest as you try to catch your breath.

“Are you okay?”

You nod once, shifting back and putting your head between your knees to regain your head.

‘Did I do something wrong?’ He crouched down in front of you, concerned. “You sure?”

You nod again.

“Are you being honest?”

“I will be in a sec,” you snap shakily.

He backs off, staying in that position.

You give yourself a count of fifteen before looking back up at him. “I’m good.” You take a deep breath, pulling yourself into him again. “Let’s do this shit before I’m not.”

The journey over is painfully silent, other than your guys’ breathing. Balance is the only real problem throughout. Holding you and making sure not to crush you makes the normal measures he would normally use to soften his falls impossible, meaning his jumps cannot be as high or far as normal—the last thing you need on top of everything else is a concussion. The trip might have been rendered shorter had it not been for the need for the Kraang to know nothing of their whereabouts, but he does not think it is too long until he moves to let go of you.

You do not let go of him.

“Y/N?”

Nothing.

“Y/N,” he says again, “we’re here.”

You do not move to let go of you, your heartbeat thundering against his chest.

“I’m going to set you down.” He unhooks your legs, lowering himself and setting you on the floor. “See?” He unlatches your arms, gently pulling you away from him.

Your face is white as a sheet, mind only barely registering the fact you were on solid ground. He would be concerned you were dead had it not been your incredibly fast pulse. You stared straight ahead, eyes unfocused.

You blink, pushing the hair out of your face as you get to your feet. “Sorry,” you mumble. “Zoned out. Tired.”

He hesitantly gives you the detonator. “Alright,” he relents. “You know the plan, right? You remember it still?”

“I’m scared, not dumb.” Your face flushes. “Sorry. That was mean.”

He blinks, confused. “It’s fine,” he shrugs. “Lack of sleep can cause irritability, especially in teenagers.” His voice is soft despite his own anxiety about the whole plan. He hands you your phone. “I’ll come back to pick you up. If I don’t in two hours, text me. If I don’t respond…” he trails off.

Your stomach drops. “You will,” you assure him firmly. “I know you will.”

“If I don’t,” he nods in agreement, if only for your sake, “hell will’ve frozen over anyway.”

You chuckle nervously at that. You reach over, cupping his face in your hands. “Seriously, though,” you make him look at you properly, “kick their asses for me.”

He smiles, his face heating up under your hands. “You got it.” He gets up. “See ya, then.” He smiles tipsily, waves, and runs off.

You watch him bound rooftops, grateful he had seemingly not noticed the violent shaking of your hands as you set the electronics down. You swallow again, dragging yourself and leaning your back against the ledge, crossing your legs in front of you. You lean over, placing the detonator down next to you carefully and picking your phone up. You shakily input the passcode, turn the volume as low as it would go, and press the speaker to your ear, sinking into a song with a slow exhale of breath. While you had refused yourself any illicit substances for the same reason you had gotten rid of your sleeping pills, you saw no issue with relying on music for some stress relief, the familiarity of the slower song letting your heartbeat match its rhythm.

You reach down, pulling your pant leg up and carefully peeling the tape from your good leg, wrapping your fingers around the handle of the paring knife and holding it at your side. Sure, you know, logically, it would do little but hinder you in a fight, but you felt as though you needed something, anything to make you feel less weak. You already feel the embarrassment from clinging onto him so tightly, tears pricking at your eyes. “You’re the literal definition of a damsel in distress,” you mumble, scoffing at yourself. “A young, unmarried woman who is in distress. A crazy damsel in distress at that.” You blink them away. “God, you’re really fucking pathetic, huh?” You chuckle, swallowing again and pressing the phone closer to your ear. “You’re almost a fucking adult and you’re scared of a little height and a little blood. Perspective, Y/N.”

It feels like an hour of sitting, knees now at your chest as you listen to music to take the edge off—‘Like taking ibuprofen for an amputation.’ Regardless of how effective it is, it does something, at least, and that is all you can ask for right now.

You jump out of your skin when your phone buzzes with a text. You fumble with it, pulling it to your face to read Casey asking if you were still free next Tuesday for his stupid fucking game. You text him back that, yes, you are, and hope he stubs his toe for the false alarm.

The text comes at eleven-o-three.

You almost drop the phone, the message “NOW” crossing your screen. You pick the device up carefully, craning your neck back to glance at the building across the street, feeling as though you missed something incredibly important despite knowing the contrary. You swallow one more time and slam your hand down on the button.

The sound of the explosion roars in your ears, your eyes widening at the light now illuminating the roof, images of that night burning in your head and squeezing your throat. You drop the detonator, covering your ears as the ground in front of you is seemingly set alight. It barely registers to you that it is a cold autumn night. Why would you care when all you can hear is screaming? Why bother when your heart is begging to be let out of your chest, when your blood is pooling under you and all your scars are open? All you can see as you shudder, shutting your eyes tightly, is that man’s sides slashed with glass, warm red dripping out of him and onto the dashboard.

You look up, choking on your fear.

You remember what you forgot.

The walls of the top three floors of TCRI?

They are made entirely of the glass now showering down on you.

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malakhai-ozera · 4 years

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Discord Thread || Khai & Emily

Discord thread featuring: Malakhai Ozera & Emily Davis ( @warmvlbes )

When: July 23rd

Mentions: @davieslandon

Description: Emily goes over to show Khai her new piercing and Khai tells Emily he has feelings for Landon. Talks about going back to Bradford for a bit.

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily didn't really know how she was going to make it but she made it a point to get there and waddled up to the door, trying the knob and sticking her head around. "Hey handsome." She called out, walking in slowly and placing the kettle corn on the counter. "Don't laugh at how I'm walking."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He stood up from the couch and walked over to her. “Why would I laugh? You okay?” He asked leaning against the counter

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily smiled at him as he got closer and before she said anything, she snaked her arm around his waist and hugged him, tucking her face in his neck. "I'm okay but....things hurt."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “What did you do?” he asked hugging her back softly.

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily sighed and pushed her self up on the counter and pointed towards her center. "go look."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “You did not do that” he said raising his brow

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ "Are you mad...?" She asked, a little pout playing on her lips.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “No, I’m done being mad about anything. I just can’t believe you did it”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily sighed. "I wanted to do it for a while." She shrugged. "So i just did."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Nice! How’s it feeling?”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ "It hurts." She pouted. "But I do want to know how it would feel...during...stuff...."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Too has you can’t have sex for a week” he chuckled dryly

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ "UM!" She whined, holding on his hand. "I gave it to you though..."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “It’s different for girls. You’re already in pain”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ "It's fine. you just don't want to have sex with me." She shrugged, pulling the popcorn in her lap and starting to eat it.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Don’t do that” he shook his head. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ "I didn't want to hurt you either and you told me you liked pain. You fucking choked me out the other night and you don't think I can't handle a little pain?" She asked him, brow raised. "But it's fine. At least you can look at it."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Em... I..” he shook his head. “I do like pain but that’s different”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ "I really just think you're not in the mood and i can't be mad about that." She said, looking into her lover's eyes. "What's going on with you?"

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Yeah, I guess not” he shrugged. “I just, I’m just numb today. I think I’m gonna leave town for a bit.”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Her eyes fell blank, and her appetite came to an immediate stop. "L-leaving?" She asked him. "W-where? Alone? W-why?" She asked, her voice cracking. "did I do something?"

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “I’m just gonna go home for a while. You didn’t do anything it’s about me”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily felt the tears building, and she took some deep breaths trying to fight it. "Are you going alone?" She asked. "Khai your dad is there...."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Yeah I’m going alone. It’ll be fine. He’s not as bad as my step dad. Plus I’m not gonna stay with him. I’ll just be able to see my sister and dumb ass brother. Don’t cry”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily shook her head. "Will I hear from you?" She said, worried. Sure he can say not cry but that was hard when he'd seemed off this entire time.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Probably. I kinda wanna cut myself off for a bit. But if I text anyone it will be you. If you’re sure you still want me to. I told Landon I liked him today. So, I don’t blame you if you don’t want me to.”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “You did WHAT?” She hopped down from the counter. “Khai what the fuck!?” “Never worry, huh? Don’t worry about anyone. It‘s innocent flirting, right!? IT MEANS NOTHING, RIGHT!?” She threw the popcorn across the room, a massive scream erupting from her body. “WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS TO ME!? Y-you want to talk about someone who isn’t enough? For fucks sake! IM NEVER GOING TO BE ENOUGH FOR YOU!”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ Khai just stood there watching her. He couldn’t even react he was so numb to everything right now. “I’m sorry. I just... im sorry.” He walked across the room and picked up the popcorn. Placing it back onto the counter. “I don’t wanna fight with you right now.”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ The tears started streaming down her face as she backed herself into a corner, sliding down the wall as she broke down.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Emily... I told you I would tell you and be honest with you. I didn’t do anything with him. He doesn’t even want me. I just had to tell him. I can’t do this right now.” He turned around and walked into his bedroom slamming the door

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ She got up and walked right over to his room and opened the door. “No! You don’t get to walk away from me, Malakhai Ozera. I told you this would happen!” She said to him. “Why would you tell him with no intention of trying to be with him, Khai!? Tell me the truth!”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ0 He sat on his bed and looked over at her. “Because I did wanna be with him I guess. But it doesn’t matter cause he doesn’t want me”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “Yeah you wanted to be with him. Everyone could have told you that. I could have told you that.” She flared her nose. “I am never going to be enough, am I?”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Yeah, I’ve liked him for a while but like I said it doesn’t matter. It will never happen. I never said that. I just don’t wanna do this right now”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “I’m leaving” he stood up and grabbed his bag that was already packed and he headed out of the room.

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “You should have been honest with me from the start. You lied to me Khai. Over and over again about your feelings for Landon and i look like a god damn fool out here defending my love for you and defending you.” She said watching him pack. “It’s fine. Jace and Loren are picking me up anyways. Have a nice trip!” She smiled. Walking out the door and slamming it shut.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “I didn’t mean to lie. I was trying not to like him cause I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere. We’re just friends.” He watched her leave and sat back onto his bed with his head in his hands. “Good bye Emily”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ She heard him and opened the door one more time. “It’s not goodbye. And I’m sorry about your mom. I want to be here for you Khai but you keep hurting me. Enjoy your trip and text me if YOU want to. Goodnight.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “I can’t do this Emily. Please. Just go”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “I AM!” She said to him. “But this shit is far from over. You just remember who wants you in the end of all of this.” She spat, slamming the door behind her.

#chats:emily #chats:discord #ft.emily #ft.landon #{Emily Davis;; I think I'm crazy; But I know you're my baby anyway}

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chelsorz07 · 7 years

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ooh yaaas 100 questions. please don’t unfollow me for posting a million of these tonight

Are you young at heart, or an old soul? Both I guess? Like the activities I enjoy are what most people my age would consider boring, but I’m not mature enough to take care of myself.

What makes someone a best friend? Someone who doesn’t abandon you no matter how busy you both get or how far apart you are, who makes you laugh, who you can do absolutely nothing with and still have a good time, who you can talk to about anything without judgement or having your feelings invalidated, and ideally someone with the same or similar taste in music so you can jam the fuck out in the car together.

What Christmas (or Hanukkah) present do you remember the most? My first guitar when I was 14.

Tell me about a movie/song/tv show/play/book that has changed your life. Supernatural has changed my life by consuming it.

Name one physical feature that you like about yourself, and one you dislike. I like my face and hate just about everything else. Psoriasis makes my skin terrible and my body hurt everywhere all the time, my hair never cooperates, I can’t lose weight, and my boobs are too big so they hurt as well. I suppose my nails are kinda pretty. At least as far as shape. Underneath they look terrible, also because of the psoriasis, but I always have them painted.

Would you like to reconnect with any friends you’ve lost contact with? The friends I’m still in contact with are the only ones I need. Shouts out to @amandavanhalen and @sloan28allday

What’s more important in a relationship: physical attraction or emotional connection? I mean, both.

Name a movie that you knew would be terrible just from reading the title. Oh jeez...um...Mean Girls 2? Because nothing could ever be as good as the original.

What holiday do you most look forward to? Fourth of July. Except this year I did absolutely nothing because I’m stuck here all alone and have no money.

How is the relationship between you and your parents? Dad: used to be horrible but now is good and I really miss him and he’s one of the main reasons I want to move home. Mom: used to be good as long as we swept all our issues under the rug, then got really bad because I refused to do that anymore, and now is getting a little better because we’ve had so much distance between us for two years and haven’t been able to be at each other’s throats all the time.

You’ve got the TV on, but you’re not really watching. What channel is the TV on? The Netflix home screen.

Name a song that never fails to make you happy. The Jock Jams Mega Mix. Don’t judge me.

You know at least one person named Michael. Tell me about him. He’s my best friend in the entire world.

Have you ever read the “missed connections” on Craigslist? Have you ever posted one, or wanted to? I don’t get on Craigslist because where I lived wasn’t even listed under the cities. We have Pennswoods Classifieds.

If you could pick anywhere to live the rest of your life, where would it be? Bradford. Unless I could pack my family and friends up and take them to Nashville with me.

Can money buy happiness? Yes. Not that material things equal happiness. But money would definitely buy me a house in Bradford so I could be with the people I love.

Do you drink? Smoke? Do drugs? Why, or why not? Used to drink, don’t anymore because I either get so smashed that I puke and cry and pass out or have half a beer and want to take a nap. Smoke at least a pack a day. Have smoked weed and done a few different types of pills, but they also just made me sleepy so I don’t see the point.

Is there anyone close to you that you know you can’t trust? You don’t have to give names. I don’t really fully trust anyone but my dad.

Where was your favorite place to go when you were a little kid? The Erie County Fair. It was like a big deal okay?

Have you ever spent a night in the hospital? Once. Got my tonsils out when I was 10. But everything else I’ve gone for has been same day.

Do you enjoy being with only one or two friends, or with a large group of people? One or two.

Do you like the type of music your parents listen to? Do your parents like the type of music you listen to? My parents like country and so do I because I was raised on it, but my musical tastes extend far beyond that and theirs don’t. My dad likes some classic rock too but my mom doesn’t.

Have you ever been bullied? Have you ever bullied anyone else? Yes and yes.

If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be? Pizza.

If your partner wanted to wait until marriage before having sex, would you stay in that relationship? I’ve been married for two years and haven’t had sex since February (not my choice, he’s just uninterested) so I think I can live without it. I’d rather do it myself anyway. It’s faster, less gross, less weird, less painful, and I know I’ll have an orgasm every time.

Do you believe in a god? No. I’m a Satanist, which means I believe in self-indulgence, not that I worship the devil. Since most people are fucking uneducated sheep who seem to think that’s what it is.

Of all the social networks in the world, why use Tumblr? Because I know everyone I follow has the same interests as me and won’t think I’m crazy because of my passion for those interests.

What’s your favorite Tumblr tag to track? I don’t track tags, I just follow pages with content that I like.

Would you call yourself/your family “middle class?” Lower middle class.

Name a TV series you didn’t enjoy until after it ended. I just watched Parks and Rec in its entirety this week and I fucking love it.

Have you ever bought a product from an infomercial? Dave bought me my last guitar off of HSN.

If you could give up your car and never have to drive again, would you? I’d stop driving but I don’t think I’d give up my car because it’s freaking AWESOME, I’d just hire someone to drive it for me.

If you go back to one point in time to give advice to yourself, when would you go and what would you say? I’d go back to 2015 and say “Get married in a fucking courthouse because marriage is cool but weddings are terrible.”

What’s your “quirkiest” habit? I don’t know if this counts as quirky but if I like a movie or tv show I can memorize the entire thing after watching it twice.

What is “normal?” Are you normal? There’s no such thing.

Someone close to you is dying. You have the choice to let this person live for 10 more years, but if you do, you cause the death of 10 strangers. You don’t have to see them die. Do you take the offer? Of course. I don’t care about strangers, only people in my life. Don’t give a shit if that makes me a horrible person.

What is one thing you could never forgive? It’s not a matter of forgiving anymore, I just stop caring. Like you’ve fucked me over, you’re gonna continue to fuck me over, I’m not even surprised.

Would you rather be in a relationship after the honeymoon period ends, or be single? My relationship never had a honeymoon period and I’m still in it after eight years so.

Is it possible for guys and girls to be just friends? Yes.

Where do you and your friends go to hang out? We don’t because they live too far away.

Write the first paragraph of your obituary. I don’t want an obituary. Or a funeral. Just burn me and cast me into the wind.

What is the best TV theme song ever? The Friends theme, OBVS. But the Buffy theme is my jam too. Shouts out to Nerf Herder.

When you were young, what would you dream you would be when you grew up? A musician.

When you’re alone in your own home, do you walk around naked? Only from the bathroom to my bedroom. Which is literally two steps.

What gets you out of bed in the morning? The urge to pee. And it’s not so much “in the morning” as it is “every motherfucking hour of the day”.

Do you want to have more friends than you have right now? Nope. Two is good.

What part of the past year sticks out in your mind? Realizing how badly I want to move back to PA.

You win a scratch-off lottery game that gives you $2000 a week (after taxes) for the rest of your life. Do you keep your job? I’d probably work somewhere just so I didn’t get bored.

Could you be in a long-distance relationship? If you’re in one, what makes yours work? I’ve been in a straight-up long distance one before and it didn’t work. Dave and I are sorta long distance because he’s out of town for work for two weeks at a time, then home for six days before it starts all over again. And honestly I think the time apart is WHY we work. Because if I had to spend every moment of every day with him, someone would get their throat cut.

What’s the best route to your heart? Don’t treat me like shit. It’s really not that hard. Or maybe it is, idk.

Have you ever met someone through the internet, then met them in real life? No.

What is your favorite sport? Football.

What has been troubling you lately? Not having a job. I just got one though. I’m excited because the people seem cool and it’s at a store I love so helllll yeah 20% discount.

Did you enjoy your high school prom? If you haven’t gotten there yet, do you look forward to it? If you didn’t go, why not? I did not go. Because I was hanging out in a cemetery with friends and that was more fun.

What do you use more often: your intuition or logical reasoning? I try to avoid problems at all costs but if I actually have to solve one I’m usually more logical.

Do you know what makes you happy? Escaping reality.

Tell me about the last book you read. I don’t even know what it was.

What is the nicest compliment you’ve ever been given? Couldn’t tell ya. I don’t get a lot of them.

Who was your first crush? Celeb: Luke Perry. IRL: Charlie Burns. I’ve mentioned this before. He’s still hot.

Do you believe that there is life on other planets? Don’t care.

Predict what your life will look like a year from now. Hopefully my address will be in Pennsylvania instead of Ohio.

Often, people will ask how your last relationship ended. I want to know how it began. His ex was a crazy, lying, abusive bitch and he only got away from her after we graduated because she was a year behind us, so we started talking online and then texting and just decided we were in a relationship but it was doomed from the beginning.

Where is your favorite place to go out and eat? Renna’s Pizza, oh how I miss you.

What is something you want to change about your current situation? My address, my health, my weight, my bank account, and the fact that I am almost 28 and childless. So yeah pretty much everything. Oh, I also want it to be October because I’m tired of waiting for SPN and TWD.

Early bird or night owl? Night.

Are there any childhood possessions you still hold on to? Lots.

Give me an unpopular opinion you have. I don’t like Game of Thrones. Really wanted to, I just thought it was boring.

What was the last song that was stuck in your head? Weightless - All Time Low.

Where do you live? Be as general or specific as you want. Dover, Ohio. I know I complain about it a lot but it really is a lovely city. There’s tons of things to do and places to eat. Certainly a lot more places to find a job. I just want to go home where my family and friends are.

Do you believe in giving kids medals and trophies for participation? FUCK. NO. This is the only generation where you don’t have to earn your accolades and it turns kids into giant wimps, sore losers, and even worse, sore winners. Drives me up a wall.

What was the longest car ride you’ve ever taken? Took us about 12 hours to get to Cumming, GA because idk if you’ve ever driven through the Smoky Mountains but holy BALLS are those roads scary.

Have you ever taken part in a protest? I protest things all the time. Just not in public with people because I don’t like public or people.

Would you ever use an online dating service? I signed up for a few back in the day but never actually met or even talked to anyone I was matched with.

What is your ethnic heritage? White. Mostly Irish/English.

Describe a person that inspires you. Not necessarily specific people, just musicians. Music is my heart and soul and I wish I had half the talent or drive that any of them do.

If you earn minimum wage doing what you love, would you? I mean yeah any money is good money at this point.

Do you believe in luck? No.

Describe the last time you were very angry at someone. I’m sure it wasn’t that long ago, and I’m also sure I was more angry than the situation warranted, but I really can’t remember right now.

Do you want to live until you’re 100? Hell no I don’t even want to live till I’m 70.

Do people change? If so, how do you keep a relationship together when both of you start to change? People change on a daily basis. And if you’re in a relationship, you’re either gonna change and grow with each other, or you’re gonna grow apart. Or fall apart. There’s nothing you can do about it.

Have you ever risked a friendship by telling someone you liked them? Every guy I’ve ever been with or liked was my friend first, so there’s always that risk. Usually it doesn’t turn out as bad as you thought. I mean, Mike and I were friends, then together, then on and off throughout several years, then didn’t speak for a long time, then almost got back together, then didn’t speak again and now we’re best friends. Shit just happens that way. Onnnn the other hand, there’s a girl I like but I can’t tell her because she’s got a boyfriend and I’ve got a husband and I probably won’t even be living here a year from now so it’d be pointless anyway. But she’s a lovely person and doesn’t annoy me like most super-chipper people do so I’m glad to be her friend.

Would you rather be alone doing something you enjoy, or doing something you don’t like with your best friends? If I don’t like the activity I’ll probably just be surly and ruin everyone else’s good time, and I don’t want my best friends pissed off at me for that, so I’ll say doing something I enjoy alone.

Do you practice what you preach? I don’t really preach anything. Or practice anything. Look man, I literally just sit on my couch watching Netflix and playing Words With Friends on my phone. I’m not that complex of a person.

If you take precautions to stay safe, do you ultimately act more recklessly? I try my absolute hardest to avoid any situation that could potentially be dangerous.

What do you value more in a significant other: Attractiveness or intelligence? Intelligence.

Are you hard-headed? You betcha. Not complaining. Thanks dad.

Have you ever laughed uncontrollably when it was socially inappropriate? I think that’s when I laugh the most.

When have you felt most alive? Any time I’m at a concert.

Would you prefer to live? A city? The suburbs? The countryside? The mountains? Suburbs but of a small town.

Do you often skip breakfast? I don’t have legit meals. I just eat whatever when I’m hungry.

How do you know what true love is? You don’t. Nothing is ever that straightforward. It’s just trial and error.

Would you want to know the exact date and time you were going to die? No, I’d like to decide.

Where is “home” for you? Bradford.

What song best describes your life right now? Weightless. It’s described my life since the first time I heard it eight years ago.

Do you want to be perfect? Again, no such thing.

What have you never tried, but would really like to someday? What’s holding you back? I want to go to the motherland (Ireland) and Greece, but it’s expensive, I don’t fly, don’t have a passport, and am scared of other countries.

How do you express your creativity? Music, art, makeup, and the way I dress. Which is literally just band t-shirts and flannels. So also music.

Describe your neighborhood. Decently clean, lots of duplexes, a couple weird neighbors but nothing scary, some old people, and there’s an elementary or middle school (not sure which) one block over so it gets kinda noisy and the street is busy when it’s not summer.

Name something you only liked because it was popular. I’ve never liked anything based on popularity. I just like what I like. And usually it’s not popular at all. At least not where I’m from.

Give me the story of your life in six words. I don’t know what I’m doing.

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