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sunboki · 1 year

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it was so nice of you to still let me request even though it’s technically over 🥹 can i please request angst, prompt number 3, with changbin? i appreciate you a lot, autumn leaf 🧡

pairing — seo changbin x gn. reader

w.c — 0.6k

-> 1k followers event

genre — angst

prompt — “i’m not a lot of people’s favorite person.” ( #3 )

notes — thank you so much jeekies for requesting changbin, i’ve been wanting to write for him so bad and this was the perfect opportunity. i hope you like this concept<3

“I’m not a lot of people’s favorite person, sweetheart.”

Is what Seo Changbin said to you, while you sat on the hood of his old Cadillac, staring up at the stars that seemed to dance above your heads.

He looked beautiful with the galaxy in his eyes, once a dark brown, now sparkling.

Changbin had a reputation. A ‘not interested in anything other than getting out of school’ reputation that earned him quite a few lunch detentions, but of course the hard-head didn’t take any of it to heart. If anything he forgot it the next day just like the piling homework assignments he hadn’t even begun. Perhaps that’s what you liked about him. Seo Changbin, the free spirit of your school. When he was nearby you felt like you were living this life to the fullest extent, unable to get enough of his-everything.

No, he didn’t wear a leather jacket or smoke cigars outside of the cafeteria. Relaying to you he was worried his mom would think he was a delinquent if he wore the jacket, either way, the thick fabric would be annoying with his bulging biceps. You heavily agreed on that point. Regarding cigarettes, the thought wasn’t even considered. Changbin was way too focused on his health to put his body at risk anyway, he told you so.

“How do you know that?” Is what you replied to his statement, turning your head against the billowing wind to admire his side profile, staring at something you’d never be able to identify. Thinking.

“I just do. It’s like an itch. I feel their eyes on me, hear their words. But it doesn't mean much. People say stuff and if I won’t hear it again five years from now it’s nothin’.”

God, that was the mindset you dreamed of having. Careless but intentional. Not yours. Crammed with upcoming exams and high expectations.

“How about you? ‘Got anyone to impress?” Earlier experience with Changbin told you he was entailing about your love life, his strange way with words easily comprehensible to you. However you were used to him asking more.. broad questions, not something as personal as your love life.

“Yeah. I do,” the words even surprised you. In fact, the love interest stood right next to you. How ironic.

“What’s he like? Or she.” A cheeky grin made its way to your face, sticking your tongue in your cheek. Hey, if Changbin was going to speak honestly, why couldn’t you?

You raked your gaze along his frame, leaning back on your palms, “he’s wearing a black t-shirt today. It fits him well and the pants go well with the outfit. He drives a blue Cadillac his dad gave him before going to the States.”

Slowly but surely, the boy’s head turned to fixate on you, biting his lip thoughtfully whilst containing a growing smile.

“He’s personable, and funny not to mention. Some people claim he’s burly but I just think it’s charming. Also-”

This time he met your eyes, adoring the tilt of your head as you referred to him.

“He says he’s not a lot of people’s favorite person, but I disagree since he’s my favorite person.” You kicked your feet, listening to the crunch of gravel beneath Changbin’s shoes as he inches closer to where you sat. Close enough to steal a kiss he eagerly soaked up like it was nothing. A trait only reserved for him.

Then he smiled, a grin you didn’t see often but treasured more because of.

“He seems like a good guy.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, ensuing another, longer kiss.

“He is. I think I love him.”

“I think he loves you back.”

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years

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slumber party ~ bo burnham

word count: 3072

request?: yes!

@mcknenzi “Was wondering if you could write a bo burnham smut?? I don’t know where to request so I’m asking here😅, could you do one where you’re having a sleepover with your bestfriend (bo) and your little sister takes the extra bed because her friends over too, and you and bo need to share a bed, Y/N falls asleep and moans in her sleep and Bo just 🤷‍♂️ does something and she wakes up and yeah..”

description: in which their friendly sleepover turns into something more

pairing: bo burnham x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (wet dreams, praise, pet names, oral (f receiving), dinp, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids))

masterlist (one, two)

You walked into the spare bedroom to find your sister and her friend already laid out on the bed, watching something on TV with a bunch of snacks covering nearly every inch of the bed.

“(Y/S/N), get out,” you told her. She shook her head which caused you to roll your eyes. “Come on, I mean it. Bo and I are tired.”

“Cindy’s sleeping in here tonight,” your sister responded, not taking her eyes off of the TV.

“No she’s not. Bo is.”

“I called dibs on this room first.”

“She can sleep in your room. You have a TV up there, it won’t make any difference.”

“My bed is too small for the two of us.”

You could feel your annoyance starting to grow. You really wished your parents were home so you could call out to them and make them force your sister and her friend back to her room.

“Besides, why does she have to sleep in my room but Bo can’t sleep in yours? That doesn’t seem fair,” your sister countered.

“Because mom and dad’s rule is that whenever Bo is over he has to sleep in here. You know that. Now, for the last time, get out.”

She shook her head again. “Mom and dad aren’t home tonight, so I called dibs on this room for Cindy. Bo can sleep in your room tonight.”

She waved her hand to try and tell you to leave. You opened your mouth to argue with her again, but Bo took hold of your arm. “There’s no use, she’s not gonna budge. I’ll sleep in your room and if you get in trouble, just throw her under the bus.”

You glared at your sister once more before slamming the guest bedroom door shut and stomping towards your own room. Bo followed closely behind, chuckling at your reaction.

“God, she’s so annoying,” you said once the two of you were in your room. “She really thinks she can just break the rules mom and dad have had in place for years. She knew you were coming over tonight. She probably invited her friend just to annoy me. I wonder if mom and dad even know that she has someone over for the night.”

“Don’t call them to bother them right now. Just bring it up to them when they get home tomorrow. Like I said, throw her under the bus and you’ll be fine.”

You sighed and fell back onto your bed. Bo followed, laying back next to you in a way that both of your heads were brushing against one another.

Bo had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. You had met him in elementary school and became best friends almost instantly. You were pretty well inseparable since that first moment. Despite this, your parents still had a strict “no boys” rule for you and your sister. So, whenever you’d have Bo over for the night it was just common sense that he would be sleeping in the guest bedroom.

You and Bo had planned for this sleepover nearly a week in advance. Your parents were gone for the night on some “special date night”, but trusted you enough to allow you to have Bo over while you’re gone.

“You know the rules,” they repeated at least ten time between you asked and the moment they left. “No drinking, no smoking, no partying, and he is not to be in your room.”

If they knew that he was even laid on your bed with you right now they’d probably freak.

You knew that Bo had a point. If they came home and found him there, you could just rat out your little sister. She hadn’t asked to have a friend sleepover (not that you were aware of anyways) and she knew your parents rules. But, even with ratting her out you knew your parents would be pissed if they found out Bo was sleeping in your room.

I’ll just have to be mindful of getting him out before they come home, you thought to yourself.

“I’m gonna go brush my teeth and get ready for bed,” Bo said after a while of silence. “Do you guys have any blankets and pillows I could use?”

You looked over at him in confusion. “Why?”

“I’m sleeping on the floor, aren’t I?”

You shook your head. “No! My bed is massive, we can both sleep in it. I mean...unless you’d rather not, which I would totally understand.”

“Aren’t we already playing with fire by having me stay in your room? Your parents would freak out if I stayed in your bed, too.”

“Only if they found out. Which they won’t.” Bo opened his mouth to say something else, but you cut him off before he could. “It’s been settled, you’re sleeping in my bed. Go brush your teeth.”

Bo rolled his eyes, but knew there was no use in arguing. He grabbed his toothbrush and his pajamas and headed for the bathroom. He took his time in brushing his teeth and changing out of his clothes. He knew it was a bad idea for him to sleep in your bed. You kept assuring him that your parents wouldn’t find out, and he was sure that you’d keep to that promise, but he knew it wouldn’t be a good idea because Bo’s feelings for you weren’t entirely friendly.

It was a cliché, but once you and Bo had entered high school, he realized he was viewing you as more than just a friend. Of course, he didn’t want to tell you that. You had been best friends for so long, you had spent more time together than you had apart. He didn’t want to lose you, so he kept his feelings a secret.

But it definitely was not gonna be easy sleeping in a bed next to you.

When he returned to your room, you were already out like a light. You had all the bedroom lights off except for the lamp on your bedside table. You were laid on your side close to the edge of the bed, giving Bo as much space as you could without falling off of the bed. He sighed and put his stuff back in his bed and finally got into bed next to you.

You were right, your bed was big enough for the two of you. Even if you hadn’t positioned yourself so far away from him, there would have been plenty of room for both of you on the bed.

Bo laid down on his back, trying to keep his distance from you the best he could. He felt awkward at first, not really knowing what to do. He had been tired earlier, but now every ounce of sleep had evaporated from his body. He felt like he had to be up all night just to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid in his sleep.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he finally felt comfortable enough to let his eyes droop. Neither one of you had moved in that time, and he had finally come to terms with the fact that he had to share a bed with you for the night, so he figured it was safe to fall asleep.

Until he heard a moan escape from your lips.

His eyes popped open at the noise. He thought maybe it was just a sleeping noise you made, until he heard another moan.

Yeah, he thought. That’s definitely sexual.

He could feel his dick pressing against his boxers, begging to be let out. He tried to think of something else, anything to make this stupid boner go away, but another moan spilled from your lips and he knew he was a goner.

I gotta get out of here. I can’t be in this bed with her right now.

He started to sit up when he heard, “Bo.”

Bo looked over in horror, thinking you had woken up and caught him in his aroused state. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that you were in the same position - on your side, arms tucked under your head, legs curled against you - with your eyes still closed.

And then you said it again.

“Bo.”

This time followed by a moan.

And that’s when he realized.

“Oh, Bo.”

She’s dreaming of me?!

It felt too good to be true. He thought maybe you were pranking him or something. There’s no way that you were having a dirty dream about him while he just so happened to be asleep next to you.

But then you moaned again, followed by his name one more time.

And that was enough for him. He wanted you.

Bo reached over to you and put a hand on your shoulder. You stirred a little, but not enough to wake you up. He shook you a little, again to no avail.

“(Y/N),” he said. “(Y/N), wake up.”

Your eyes slowly opened. An annoyed look crossed your face and Bo couldn’t help but feel somewhat pleased that you were annoyed to be woken from your dream.

“What?” you said, sheepishly. You rubbed your eyes and rolled onto your back. It took a moment for you to register Bo’s face. “Bo? What’s wrong?”

“You were talking in your sleep,” he told you.

Your face immediately heated up with embarrassment. “Oh. I-I’m sorry. Was...was I annoying you?”

He shook his head, trying to contain his smirk. “Not really.”

“What was I saying?”

“My name, followed by some moans.”

You buried your head in your hands and groaned. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Bo. That must’ve been so embarrassing to hear. If you don’t wanna stay the night now, I understand. God, I’m such a fucking - ”

You were cut off by his lips against yours. The action took you by surprise but it didn’t take you long to melt into the kiss. You wrapped your arms around Bo’s neck as he put his on your waist, guiding you so that you were sitting on his lap.

Maybe I’m still dreaming, you thought to yourself. If I am, I hope I don’t wake up.

Bo cradled you with one arm and laid you down on your bed. His kisses moved from your lips to your jawline, and then to your neck. You moaned as he left wet kisses all over your neck, and gasped when you felt his teeth nip at you.

“Don’t do that!” you whisper-yelled. “If you leave a mark my parents will kill us!”

“That’s why I left it somewhere they won’t see,” he said, giving you a cheeky smile.

He continued to kiss whatever skin you had visible, moving down to the neckline of your shirt. It went down far enough that he could’ve buried his head in your boobs if he wanted, but he stopped to look up at you first.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

You nodded, not sure you’d be able to speak.

With your permission, Bo put his hands under your shirt and slipped it over your head, leaving your chest bare to him. You never wore a bra to bed, and you didn’t think you’d need to with him.

Bo took one breast in his mouth as he started to knead the other one in his hand. You moaned in pleasure as his tongue swirled around your hard nipple. You whimpered as you felt him pull away, but you were silenced as he kissed you again.

“You have to be quiet,” he said. “Don’t want your sister catching us.”

He kissed down your body again, reaching the waist of your pants. You didn’t give him the chance to ask if it was okay as you slid off your pants and panties.

Bo smiled up at you. “Good girl.”

You could feel the wetness growing between your legs at his praise.

He started by kissing over one of your thighs at a painfully slow pace before moving to the other and kissing over that one as well. You felt like you could’ve been close to tears when you finally felt his tongue pressed against your clit.

You had to put a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans as he began to devour your pussy. His tongue lapped you furiously, as if you were the last meal he’d ever have. With your free hand, you reached down to tangle Bo’s hair between your fingers. You felt lightheaded with pleasure and you weren’t sure how long you’d be able to last like this.

“B-Bo,” you stuttered, still trying to keep your voice down. “I’m-I’m so close.”

“Cum in my mouth, princess,” he said. “I want to know what you taste like.”

You had to cover your face with a pillow to fully mask the sounds that came out of your mouth as you hit your peak. You shuddered with pleasure and your stomach tightened in an almost painful way. It was the hardest you had ever came in your life, and certainly the hardest another person had ever made you cum.

When you removed the pillow from your face, Bo was hovering over you again. You could see some remnants from you on his chin, which made you smile.

“You got something there,” you teased, gesturing to his chin.

“Really?” he asked. “I wonder what it is.”

You giggled and pulled him down to kiss you again. You could taste yourself on his tongue, which was enough to ignite the fire in you once again.

“There’s condoms in the drawer of my nightstand,” you told him. He gave you a look that caused you to chuckle again. “Just in case. You know mom and dad’s rule, but I bought a box in case of a moment like this.”

Bo reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom. He ripped the wrapper open and quickly rolled the condom down his length. He was rock hard and throbbing. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last long, but he wanted to make you feel good.

He lined himself up with your entrance and looked down at you. “Are you sure?”

“I’m so sure,” you told him. “Please make love to me, Bo.”

With your assurance, Bo slowly pushed himself into you. You gasped as the feeling of him filling you. He paused a moment, mistaking your pleasure for pain, but when he realized the look on your face was fair from painful, he kept going.

When he was fully inside of you, Bo felt like he couldn’t move. He didn’t know how long he would last. You felt so good squeezing around him, and he was already so turned on by the events leading up to this moment. He didn’t want it to end so soon.

“Please, Bo,” you begged. “Please move.”

“I don’t think I’ll last long once I start moving,” he admitted.

“That’s okay. We have all night to do this as much as we want.”

And with that, Bo’s hips started thrusting into you.

Your nails dug into his back, leaving red lines with every thrust. He buried his head in your neck, kissing all over and making sure he didn’t stay to one spot for too long in case he accidentally left a hickey. You were pressed together as closely as you could get but it still didn’t feel close enough. You wanted all of him, in that moment and in every moment to come.

The feeling of Bo’s mound pressing against your clit made another orgasm build inside of you, and you could tell by how his thrusts were starting to become sloppy that he was getting close, too.

“You can cum if you’re close,” you whispered in his ear. “I won’t be far behind you.”

With your permission, Bo pressed his lips against your neck and groaned as he spilled himself into the condom. As you expected, the feeling of his orgasm sent you into your second one. It wasn’t as intense as the first, but it definitely felt so good.

You were both laid there, wrapped up in one another for some time. Neither one of you wanted to make the move to pull away first. You were both nervous that the moment you separated, everything would change. That the other would regret what had just happened and that your friendship would never be the same.

Bo was reluctantly the first to let go, pulling out of you so he could dispose of the condom and clean himself. You watched as he wrapped the condom in a paper town and threw it into your garbage bin, making it so that you parents wouldn’t accidentally see it when they came home.

“Was that okay?” you asked him.

He turned to look at you, arching an eyebrow at your question. “I feel like I should be asking you that.”

“Well, it was more than okay for me,” you said.

“It was more than okay for me, too.”

“Okay.”

You both chuckled at your awkwardness.

Bo climbed back into your bed and took you into his arms. This felt better. It didn’t feel as tense now as it had moments ago. Despite what had just happened, everything felt okay.

“Should we discuss what just happened?” Bo asked.

“I guess we have to eventually,” you responded. “I guess the first question would be for me, which is why was I having a wet dream about you.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely my number one question.”

“It’s...well...god, it’s such a cliché, but I like you, Bo. I have for a while now, but I didn’t really know how to tell you. Or if I should even tell you. I didn’t want to say something and have you not feel the same way and mess things up between us.”

Bo looked at you in shock. “Really? Cause I’ve felt the same way for years.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah! Since, like, sophomore year.”

“Oh my God, we’re disasters.”

You laughed again as you settled against Bo’s chest. You could hear his heart beating. It was soothing enough that you felt yourself being pulled back into the world of the unconscious.

“So, where does that leave us?” Bo asked. You tried to respond, but yawned instead. Bo chuckled and kissed your forehead. “We can pick this up in the morning. Go back to sleep, princess.”

“Okay. Goodnight Bo.”

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

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inamoment · 7 months

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I met this gentleman in the Britton Plaza parking lot last night. I had just let him cross the street in front of me before parking. Once I parked - he waved at me through the window, which I then cracked so we could speak.

His first words to me were:

“Hello. My name is John. I’m 39 and I’m gay. I won’t hurt you, I don’t do bad things. You’re safe. I’ve been homeless for a very long time but this week I got keys to an apartment with help from a group. I don’t do drugs. I don’t smoke. I don’t drink. I’m trying to get $9 to buy eggs, milk, bread and hot dogs at Dollar Tree. Do you have anything to help?”

I gave him $10 and he was filled with so much gratitude and asked if I would pray for him. I said yes and he walked away after thanking me again.

I collected my things and by the time I had gotten out of my car, John was already two parking lanes away. Without even knowing what I was doing, I shouted, “John?” he turned around and I yelled “can I take you grocery shopping?”

His voice cracked and he said “that would be nice.” By the time he got back over to me, he was crying.

He told me he was scared to go into Publix looking “so disheveled” and I assured him it was okay.

We started talking and walking around the store grabbing the items he mentioned. He didn’t ask for anything else besides those 4 items above. I asked if he had a freezer in his apartment and he said yes. I told him to grab two of certain items bc he could freeze things like the bread and hot dogs.

He told me about growing up in Key West, how his mom was sick with MS and he helped take care of her. She died when he was young and he’s been on his own ever since. He explained how he’s been looking for a job but he has a criminal record for selling drugs - he didn’t do them but he wanted to make money to get off the streets and thought that was the way. Every fiber in my body told me this man was good and just needed help. I had him grab a few extra things (he was VERY excited to get cereal, face wash and “something to drink besides water”). I put a couple of canvas totes in the cart so he wouldn’t have to carry plastic bags.

I spent 20 minutes and $46 and you would’ve thought John won the lottery. He was overwhelmed with gratitude and kept saying how blessed he was.

We parted ways after check out as I needed to start my own grocery shopping and he went to wait for the bus.

I share this bc sometimes it’s the little things that can make a BIG impact. Sometimes it means stepping a little outside your comfort zone to help someone in need. Sometimes it means extending a handout to help someone get a hand up. We’ve all had ups and downs and highs and lows and the unexpected blessings and kindness that come out of those moments are what makes the world go round, especially in times like these.

via Toni Mari Wofford .

Credit: Life's Simple Truths - Facebook

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thesmokingguns · 2 years

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Tomato Plant

Minors DNI 18+

Mentions of drugs and sex

When Duff moved into his new apartment he noticed that the neighbor had a green thumb. When moving boxes he had to be careful to weave through pots and plants that were growing. It reminded him of his mom back home and though the boys all grumbled that this was definitely not going to be a party house like they had wanted.

But when he saw her at 6am on a Sunday morning when he was waking up to throw up he realized just how wrong he had been about the girl next door.

“I’m Duff.” he had brushed his teeth and sprayed too much cologne on and got dressed in his semi clean pants. She looked up tuckin a stray piece of curly blonde hair behind her ear, looking him up and down, smiling at him.

“I’m Dani. So you’re the new neighbor who listens to The Clash at full volume at 3am.” she said it teasingly but the bassist felt the way she was easy to get along with. “I was going to bring you some cookies or something but my cooking doesn’t keep up with my gardening so I have a plant for you.” she was moving around, finding one of the plants in a big black pot and giving it to Duff.

He looked at it, vaguely thinking that it looked like a weed plant but not knowing enough about plants to actually say anything to her.

“You can tell everyone it’s a tomato plant and you harvest it when it blooms in September. If you need help with it let me know.” He nodded his head, not knowing what else to do, “I have to go to work soon. Have a good day Duff.”

When the guys came over that afternoon they all looked at the plant and at Duff, confused.

“Where did you get a pot plant?” Axl asked, looking at the plant that Dani had given to him. Duff looked at the plant confused.

“It’s a tomato plant.” Duff repeated what he had been told, handing out beers to the guys who all looked at him, wondering if he could really be that vulnerable.

“Where did you get a tomato plant?” Izzy asked, suspicious of this new development and wondering where he could acquire one as well.

But Duff was starting to realize that this plant was for him and not others and he was going to safeguard his secret now. His neighbor with the golden hair and those hazel brown eyes who was not the old lady that he had expected.

“Leave the plant alone, aren’t we here to work on the band?” He didn’t see them all exchanging looks at the plant that would never sprout a tomato in its life.

Duff saw her again two days later. She was on the back balcony, smoking as she sat back on a chair, eyes closed with an expression that let him know she was stressed about something. Dani was well dressed in a pair of suit pants, a starched white shirt with too many buttons undone and her curls falling out of a ponytail.

He could see her from his balcony and wanted to comfort her but he didn’t know what words to say to her. He had only talked to her once and that had been when she gave him the tomato plant that had yet to sprout any red tomatoes.

“Hey Dani.” the words came out of his mouth before he knew what was going on. He watched her eyes open and she blinked at him as if she was wondering how long he had been staring at her on the porch. “I ordered pizza and wings. Do you want to eat with me?” she smirked, putting out her joint as she pushed herself up.

“I had a really bad day, Duff. Really bad.” he wanted to apologize to her, ask her if she wanted to talk about it but she was morning closer to him, lips so close he could smell the chapstick she was wearing. “And the only thing that would make me feel better is to get fucked so hard all I can think about is dick and not my problems.” She tilted her head as she leaned forward, the small barrier between them not giving enough space. “Can you fuck me?”

Duff nodded his head and Dani smiled, swinging her legs over the barrier and making it over to his side of the porch. She was grabbing his hand, leading him into his home as she sent a smirk over her shoulder at him.

The bassist was confused as to what was happening but as Victoria made her way into his bedroom and started undressing he became bery aware that she was serious about fucking him. She folded her shirt and pants, placing it on a chair and turned to him in a black lacy set, waiting for him to make a move.

He pulled off his shirt, stepping forward as Dani started undoing his pants. Neither of them are talking now as they just breathed in each other. His pants fell to the floor with a tug and Dani raised an eyebrow as she looked at Duff.

“Comando? I guess I’m wearing too much now.” Duff moved for her panties, tugging them down as Dani undid her bralette. Her small tits free as the bassist pulled her panties off and grabbed her thigh, pulling it closer to him.

Dani leaned into her pleasure, fingers tangling with his blonde hair as she felt his mouth on her body. Kissed on her thighs as she waited and anticipated the feeling of his lips higher to the split between her legs. A whimper came out of her mouth as his tongue came out, flicking over the wetness between her thighs. The way she whimpered and grinded against his face was driving Duff insane.

He hadn't been with girls who let themself just feel pleasure like this. The way Dani was so free with letting him see her enjoy herself. She was loud, whimpering as she arched against his face giving him access to her body.

“Fuck Duff, you’re going to make me cum.” his fingers slipped into her body and he had to catch her with one hand and guide her back onto the bed as he pushed her thighs back, his mouth devouring her.

As soon as Dani hinted at cumming he was making it his personal mission to make her cum as many times as humanly possible. Her back arched, hand tugging his hair as she rode her orgasm on his fingers and face. Duff licking and working his fingers inside her body as she pushed her knees together holding him there.

The doorbell rang, breaking Duff’s concentration as he pulled back from Dani who was still writhing in his sheets, panting heavily now in her post orgasms. She lifted a hand to touch her cheeks as she looked down at him, the doorbell ringing again.

“It’s the food.” Duff admitted, unsure of what to do. Dani smirked at him, pushing herself up as she grabbed duff, kissing him.

She could taste herself on his tongue and Duff was thinking of laying her back and holding her down as he made her cum around his cock this time. BUt as he tried to lay her down Dani shook her head, pulling away from the kiss with a wet smack of lips.

“You should probably get that. I think it’s going to be a very long night for us.” Duff groaned, grabbing his pants as he heard the doorbell ring again.

The pizza kid looked annoyed as he saw him but Duff could care less as he grabbed the pizza and wings, handing the kid the money as a teenager looked inside the apartment, eyes landing on the plant Dani had given to him.

“Cool tomato plant.” Duff looked at him, handing him a bigger tip before shutting the door, locking it and putting the food down. He had to get back to bed.

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skyefall4 · 16 days

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Intro/ my story

hi all, my names skye. I'm 23 yrs old and have struggled with body image from a young age. i remember my mom forcing me to workout with her, go to different exercise classes, weigh myself weekly, and eat her crazy diet food all the way back in elementary school. at the time i just thought it was normal and that we were being healthy. when i grew up and realized the behaviors she had me doing with her werent typical i stopped. i ate what i wanted, only worked out if i wanted to, and avoided her at all costs. she didnt like that and would tell me i was getting fat and making bad life choices. i was never fat growing up. always pretty average. once i got to college is when i started feeling fat, though. looking back on it i know i wasnt big . but i felt i was. i stopped eating and my roommate at the time encouraged it. we would drink, smoke, try different drügs, and never eat. until one day i told her i was tired of not eating/being hungry and she told me to eat. i was afraid of gaining weight so she told me to just throw up after and it would be ok. so i did. and when she found out that i did she laughed at me and called me a cow saying i couldnt control my urges and that she didnt think i would actually take her advice. me and her stopped being friends a few months later ( for other reasons ) but my bülïmiǎ stayed with me. i fasted. and when i did eat i would just puke it up. i also worked out every day. on the treadmill for HOURS and i lost so much weight but then became anemic. that was maybe 3 years ago. i recovered. and although i preach about recovery and encourage others to recover themselves. im done. i dont want to be recovered. im tired of feeling big and uncomfortable in my skin. im tired of feeling like my rolls are showing through my clothes. i hate the feeling of my thighs rubbing together and getting so sweaty just from going outside for 5 mins. i have been following some thinşpö accounts on twitter for a while but decided to move here to keep a personal log of my journey. if anyone here can relate/ wants to keep each other accountable lets be moots! ( no minors please ) i need as much help as i can get 💗

current bmi: 27.5

goal weight: 125

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#thinspø #tw edtwt #⭐️vation goals

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fuck-you-official · 1 month

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fuck you dad. fuck you for everything. fuck you for ruining my life. fuck you for being such a good respectable man when we all knew who you were. especially me and you. the both of us know that that facade is faker than the love you pretended to have for both me and mom. you only cared about yourself, and when something bad did actually happen to you, when your mother died and you expected us all to coddle you. the rest of them might've cared, but I didn't. not after the trauma you gave me at such a young age, i couldn't even process it and whether it was a dream or if you knew i wouldn't be able to differentiate that memory if it was real or not. id say fuck you to my mom for never noticing, but i've forgiven her. unlike you, she had something to grow and change from. you could only abuse the ones you love and say nothing or even deny it. she accepted her mistakes and knew she did something wrong but we all know that even if you did that for once in your life, who would ever forgive someone, even less someone they were supposed to love and trust, for ruining me and defiling me, selling my body out just to get yourself kicking. god save my mothers gut-wrenched soul for the fact that you manipulated her into making her believe every slippery lie that fell off your tongue, every excuse that you came up for yourself, every pin and pointing finger you threw at me to blame me. i love my mother so dearly, the fact that you would get angry at her for your own faults and whine like a man baby when she called you out on it makes me want you to take a nice visit to the ninth circle of hell. the years its taken me (and still taking me) to recover from your abuse. i can't ask for help easily, i can't speak up about my interests or thoughts without thinking of how people might think, i can barely stand in the same room next to an older man around your age without wanting to cry or shutdown. my mom can't even bring a man shes been talking to into the house without me shutting myself away and wanting him to leave. i love reading, but god forbid i try to imagine the image of big, rough, course hands without thinking that they were yours. you made me begin to form insecurities at the age of 6. i thought i was so ugly and weird because thats what daddy told me. you sexualized me so much, i began to question whether that was normal for most families. i asked friends at school, essentially asking "hey guys, does your dad tell you you're chest is growing in so well already or is that just me" and they were fucking concerned, and i didn't know better so i thought they were just judgemental. i thought everyone wrestled with their dad and tickled eachother and even did a little gropin here and there, hell everyone knows that tradition! /s

it's been 3 years since i moved. im forgetting your face, but im also forgetting my stepbrothers faces too. they were the one thing i loved about living there, i miss them both, and the fact you ruined my life to where i can never see them again makes me realize how much of a selfish prick you are. i hope all the fat in your body doesn't add fuel for the flames of hell you'll burn in. I've far moved on from the chapter of my life that had you in it, but are you ever really able to move on from an imprinted image in your mind that haunts you occasionally, reminding you why you're like this, telling you that you're the reason for both the cause and effect of your trauma? not really. when court decides to get off their ass and actually plan the court date for your charges, I will be there. and I'll be the last, sweet image you see before your soap dropping, bitch boy days in a cell. and when you die, ill cremate you so i can roll you into a joint and smoke you.

sincerely, the kid you never bothered to respect.

p.s wait till you find out how nicely they treat child predators in jail.

#vent post #ask to tag

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marvelmaniac715 · 1 year

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It’s another au! This one is about everyone’s favourite traumatised six year old: Andy Barclay! And this fic actually features Karen, and I’m looking forward to that because I haven’t really written about her before.

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At the age of six, Andy Barclay changed. Up until that point, he was a polite, happy, well-behaved little boy who got along with everybody. But seemingly overnight, the laughter and smiles disappeared, replaced by suspicious glares and cruel smirks.

His mother took it the hardest. For years, she had a wonderful relationship with her son, but not long after he got that damned Good Guy doll… Karen had lost her sweet little boy forever. Now he cursed, he stole, he tried to smoke, she even caught him beating up other kids once or twice.

It only got worse as he grew older, by the age of eleven Andy Barclay was an absolute menace. Sometimes Karen feared him, the child had no remorse and no mercy, if you annoyed him even slightly, he’d punch you, bite you and verbally assault you until you felt like crying. And he took such delight in it too.

One day, Andy brought home a woman called Tiffany Valentine. He was very mad when Karen kicked her out and slammed the door.

When Karen could take it no more, she pulled Andy aside roughly by the arm and shook him.

“Alright, who are you?”

At first Andy blinked innocently, trying to seem confused.

“Huh? Mom, I’m Andy.”

Karen shook her head.

“No, my son was nothing like you. You- whatever you are- took over my little boy’s body when he was six years old, and all I want to know is who are you?”

The boy grinned and cackled.

“Satan.”

No, that wasn’t it. That would be too obvious. This was someone else, but who? Karen shook him again, growing more irritated.

“Cut the crap. Who are you?”

Genuinely frightened (even if momentarily) the person in front of her backed up slightly and raised their hands in surrender.

“Alright, alright, geez! Calm down lady, I’ll tell you. My real name is Charles Lee Ray, but my friends call me Chucky.”

Karen gasped in horror. The Lakeshore Strangler had possessed her son? But how? She was so shocked that she backed into a shelf, knocking various pieces of cutlery to the ground.

“How did you possess Andy?”

Chucky smirked.

“Voodoo is a wonderful thing, you can do anything through the power of Damballa. Your son was a very willing host, I was in that little doll you gave him for his birthday. All I had to do was convince him that his daddy sent me to Earth to play with him and he was putty in my hands.”

Karen began to cry now. This was all her fault… she had doomed her son just because she wanted to give him the perfect birthday. As if trying to alleviate the tension (or add to Karen’s suffering, who knows) Chucky casually remarked:

“He asks about you all the time. I’m not a monster, I let him float close to the surface quite a lot, but I can’t bear to lose control of this vessel, so he won’t be taking control anytime soon. He told me to tell you that he loves you though, if that’s any consolation.”

Filled with a sudden, furious fire, Karen exclaimed:

“I’m not letting you have him any longer! I’ll find help, I don’t know how or where, but god knows I won’t stop until you’re out of there-‘

“And what makes you think I can’t stop you?”

Karen snorted.

“You have the strength and power of an eleven year old, you can’t stop a grown adult, small fry.”

That’s when Chucky backed away a little bit further, widening his eyes that were now glistening with tears and shielding his face with his hands. Then, in a heartbreaking voice, he called out:

“No- Mommy, please stop! It hurts- please stop!”

He had her there. If he pretended to be abused he could get himself taken away, then Karen would be powerless and would never be able to see her son again. Admitting defeat, she sighed and asked:

“So what do you want me to do then?”

Shaking off the whole ‘frightened’ act, Chucky crossed his arms and said:

“Well, you’re a mother, and mothers are supposed to support their children. I may not be your biological son, but I’m in his body, so by all technicality we’re family. Now, move your ass, I gotta get to soccer practice.”

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That evening, as the monster that was possessing her son went to bed, it suddenly struck Karen that Andy could possibly gain control whilst his body was asleep, or at least be able to hear things around him. With that in mind, she crept into her son’s bedroom and gently stroked hair out of her little boy’s eyes before quietly whispering:

“Andy? Can you hear me? It’s Mommy. Listen, I’m so sorry that I got you into this mess, and I promise that I’ll get him out of you. Goodnight baby, I love you.”

It seemed like a foolish hope, but just as she stood to leave the room, she heard a timid voice (warm and kind, not like him) whisper:

“G’night, Momma, please get him out soon…”

#chucky #chucky series #childs play #bride of chucky #charles lee ray #karen barclay #andy barclay #tiffany valentine #au #horror #fanfiction

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It‘s almost my birthdayyyyy

Tmrw!! (25th) so excited but so scared

I‘m turning 16 and it’s scaring me for some reason

Also Idk if you remember the ask abt the two guys I sent once but the 19yo invited me to his birthday half a year prior so now I’m invited to his 20th birthday in July and he‘s gonna party into it??? Sounds so stupid but I just translated it word for word from my native language („reinfeiern“ which means partying into one’s birthday) but yeah I’m excited :) also scared? I swayed off topic and i‘m just ranting atp but I looooveee telling you stuff hehe :3

omg!! if you’re who i think you are— i have your bday in my calendar :3

(that sounds creepy i’m sorry— it’s just that you’ve told me before and i like to keep track of that stuff!!)

ANYWAYS!!

there’s no need to be scared!! 16 is just like turning any other age!! not much changes, at least from my experience. i mean— you might grow into your looks but, that’s about it (though i can’t say the same for myself. unless i have makeup on, i look like a 15 yr old and i’m literally about to be 20).

now onto the ‘reinfeierin’.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BE CAREFUL!!! DO NOT feel pressured to drink either!!! just because everyone else is, doesn’t mean you have to!! and DO NOT take drinks from others. ALWAYS make your own drink. make sure you share your location with friends!! or family!! considering you’re from europe (germany, i presume?), i’m sure he will have bought alcohol for it (also i bring this up as a drinking age thing and not a stereotype).

more on the drinking stuff— while i suggest you DO NOT drink, i was once a curious 16 yr old so i would understand if you did (i hope this doesn’t come across as me condoning it). and if you do end up drinking, please have a safe way to get home. it doesn’t matter how much you drank, you should always have a plan. NEVER stay the night.

now, i’m not sure if marijuana is legal in europe or not, and i’m not sure if he or others would be able to get any— but, if there happens to be some there, i don’t suggest smoking it. though, like drinking, i’d understand if you did. because, again, i was once a curious 16 yr old as well. when it comes to parties, a lot of the time, the marijuana will be laced with something. usually stuff like shrooms or acid (unless that’s just an american thing…).

just like drinking, if you do end up smoking, have a safe way home. and DO NOT smoke a lot. depending on what you use, take either a small/half bowl or just two hits (of a joint/blunt [could also be called a cigarette]). and if it’s edibles, DO NOT eat any.

don’t do this all on an empty stomach either— for both drinking and smoking. it will genuinely fuck you up and make you sick.

if you start to feel ill, call your ride home!! be sure sit near a toilet until they arrive (trust). if you begin to twitch or almost consciously seize, try to stay calm and call your ride home— either have them take you to a hospital or call an ambulance because you could have been drugged or maybe just smoked more than your body could handle. either way, it’s best to get checked.

if you do go to a hospital— since you’re a minor, your parents will more than likely be called. don’t worry about them getting angry because it will only make your state worse. i know this all because when i was 17 i smoked way too much and ended up going through that. i was so afraid my mom would get mad but, instead, she was worried. she was scared for me and just wanted me to be okay. of course, she did scold me but there weren’t any harsh punishments because she knew how dumb teenagers could be.

anyways. like i said, be careful. share your location. make your own drinks. try not to drink alcohol and smoke. have a safe way home.

(sorry my older sister complex came out)

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butrflyho3 · 6 months

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This will be my last post

I want to say I haven’t been on here in years and I came to say goodbye. Goodbye to old friends goodbye to old ways, and here’s to my present self. I do not resonate with my past at all any longer. I do realize everything that happened in the past was to help me grow and to realize my true potential. Ive been fucked over and hurt by many others. My ex who gaslit me and abused me, cheated on me why do you think he did that? Trauma. He couldn’t face his trauma so he projected onto me, and why did I accept that? Because I believed that is what I deserved. Do I still believe this? Absolutely not! I was the biggest enabler for the longest time because I wanted to fix him and I felt if I stood by his side and let him treat me badly that eventually he would see me in a different lens…but that didn’t go as planned. It was a vicious cycle. He would do something that hurt me, I would push him away from me, think about it, miss him and take him back and tried to give him ultimatums. He would agree to them but then just go behind my back and do what I didn’t want him to do anyways. I want to say I haven’t been on here in years and I came to say goodbye. Goodbye to old friends goodbye to old ways, and here’s to my present self. I do not resonate with my past at all any longer. I do realize everything that happened in the past was to help me grow and to realize my true potential. Ive been fucked over and hurt by many others. My ex who gaslit me and abused me, cheated on me why do you think he did that? Trauma. He couldn’t face his trauma so he projected onto me, and why did I accept that? Because I believed that is what I deserved. Do I still believe this? Absolutely not! I was the biggest enabler for the longest time because I wanted to fix him and I felt if I stood by his side and let him treat me badly that eventually he would see me in a different lens…but that didn’t go as planned. It was a vicious cycle. He would do something that hurt me, I would push him away from me, think about it, miss him and take him back and tried to give him ultimatums. He would agree to them but then just go behind my back and do what I didn’t want him to do anyways. For 5 years this went on until one day I decided that he would never change for me. I had to accept that even though it hurt and made me angry. I gave my all to him and he just took it without giving anything back to me. It’s like being a child and holding onto your favorite broken toy and your mom keeps telling you to just throw it away get a new toy and you never do. It’s like playing outside on a cold rainy day and your told to come inside until the rain stops and you stay outside anyways with no jacket and the next day you are sick for a whole week.

An old friend of mine (who I’m not friends with anymore) did many things so evil towards me. We met in middle school. She was very sweet and quiet at first but once we were friends for a few years I saw who she really was, although I saw her for who she really was I kept forgiving her and letting her continue to treat me like shit. I disregarded my intuition because I wanted to believe she was truly my friend. She went through a lot as a young girl and I wanted to be the one that stuck by her through thick and thin. Let me tell you why that was the worst mistake I ever made over and over again. Again here I was being the biggest enabler for poor behavior. We would hang out and she was always doing something impulsive, like if we went to the mall she would be shoplifting, if we were inside a public area she would light a cigarette up and smoke it, when we were at the movies she would talk very loudly and almost get both of us kicked out. She had no care or regard for others, she thought those behaviors were cute. Whenever we got into disagreements or arguments it felt like the end of the world. I would be made out to be the bad guy because I didn’t want to tolerate the behavior anymore. And every time I tried defending myself I got knocked down because at the time I didn’t know how to speak up for myself. Don’t get me wrong there were times where I did the wrong thing too! I’m not perfect. I was always honest and upfront about my wrong doings and mistakes and if I knew I hurt someone I apologized right away. I would love to go into detail on how badly she hurt me and what she did but I feel there is no need to because it’s not going to fix what happened. It’s not going to make me feel better. She doesn’t understand how her behavior and actions affect those around her, and I’m not sure she ever will.

She did hurtful things because she was hurting, she did not want to face her own issues so she projected onto me. She hated her life and herself so bringing me down and hurting me is the only way that made her feel better, and I can no longer judge her for that because she is on her own path and journey and I am glad we parted ways because I realized during self reflection and meditation that I was always her friend but she was never mine. I learned real friends will tell you the truth. Real friends won’t be sneaky and hide things from you. Real friends care about how they make you feel. She thrived and laughed at my pain, and when she was in pain I was always emphatic towards her and always comforted her.. You see there is two paths you can take in life… you can be fucked over, hurt lied to, etc and chose to do it back to others or you can chose to learn from that pain and never wish that on the most horrible person in the world. She obviously took the first path and I took the second. I do not want revenge or even an apology because I know she never will admit to her wrong doings let alone apologize for it. I have a beautiful life now I am happy and thriving.. do I have my moments of sadness and grief? Of course who doesn’t? But I don’t let it consume me anymore. Want to know why? Because I am not just this body. I am energy, spirit, and divine. I know I am beautiful,talented and creative no matter what others say I now know who I truly am and no opinions and insults can’t even get close to me anymore.

I learned to transmute that negative energy into positive. So although I am still hurting from all the people in my life I have to leave behind I do wish them well and wish them endless love light and healing! The real revenge isn’t hurting those who have hurt you. It’s to live your beautiful life and see the beauty in the things around you and to smile and be happy and to find your own peace.

People believe after you die you go to heaven or hell which I honestly don’t believe in at all. Heaven or Hell is felt on this earthly plane. Life is what you make it. It can either be heaven on earth or hell on earth. My fiancé actually taught me that. He’s taught me a lot and I am so grateful to have him in my life because he’s been my biggest supporter yet. So that is all I have to say. I hope everyone heals and lives live to the fullest.

#goodbye

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ariesmoonscorpiorising · 8 months

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"You're so young and I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me." He mumbles while shaking his head, with what looks like to be a war going on inside of it.

Is he angry with me? Did I do something wrong? Have I finally pushed him over the edge?

"Nothing is wrong with you!" I shout in defense. Despite all the yelling and anger, I don't want him to leave, to disappear from my life. I need him, I feel like I can't breathe when I'm not with him. The earth stops rotating when I'm away from him, the birds stop chirping, the sun stops rising.

"No, there is something wrong with me, Junia. This is fucking insane." He scratches his cheek, ashamed to look me in the eyes. I stare at him for what feels like forever, time not passing, we're just stuck here together in this moment. My body feels hot, like steam is coming out of my ears and I wonder if he can see it. Is that why he's giving me that funny look? He looks scared of me.

"So do you just hate me now? You're done with me? You never want to see me again?" I shout, staring with my eyes bulging. "How is that going to work? Hm?" I tease him. "Are you finally going to break up with her too?" I question him, rage growing inside of me. I want to scream and kick and bite and punch him. He's making me feel like a little kid again. It's like my mom told me I couldn't have any more cookies before dinner and it felt like the end of the world. Truly, this is how the end of the world must really feel.

Up until this moment I've always felt like a woman, he's always made me feel like a woman.

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My mother met Benjamin three years ago in 1999. She met him at a bar when she was drunk with a few of her friends, which is something she did all the time. He was 32, my mom was 37. That night was different. She said he was sitting across the bar alone, drinking a beer. He flashed a couple handsome smiles at her before he ordered her a drink and sent it over. She explained to me that she felt like she was in a movie and there was a spotlight on her and nobody else except for her and Benji mattered in that bar. Everyone else felt like background characters and she said she had never felt like that before. I wondered if I would ever feel like she felt in that moment, too.

She waited a couple months before bringing him home to meet my sister and I because she didn't know how we'd feel with having a new man in the house.

I remember the first time I met him, I was coming home from a friend's house. I was a little tipsy and tried to hide it from my mom because I was only twelve. We had some wine coolers that she stole from her older sister.

"This is Benji," She slurred. "Benjamin." She quickly corrected herself. He smiled at me and waved and at first I didn't say anything. They were sitting on the living room floor in front of the ottoman, drinking beers, smoking.

"Hi Benji." I said with a small smile before I hurried off to my bedroom. Little did my mother know we would never call him Benjamin. It was always just Benji.

For the next couple of months, he was over almost every day, every night. I grew accustomed to having him around, I liked him. It almost felt like there was never a time before Benji. It felt like he's always been around.

I thought he was a good fit for my mother, who gave a bit of balance to her hectic life. After my father died, she always worked random jobs that never lasted more than three months, she struggled to make ends meet, she partied a lot. Once she met Benji, she never changed her newfound ways, but she seemed happier about them. She even held a job for a whole eight months.

Benji always helped out with money problems too, even though he wasn't necessarily well off himself. He helped with overdue bills, he helped with rent. He always made sure we had food stocked in the apartment and he made sure to pick up the snacks that Maeve and I loved. He bought us nice presents on holidays and made us feel special.

We all appreciated it, especially my mother, who didn't have to stress as much about working doubles or picking up extra shifts to afford living.

I blamed the fact she couldn't keep a steady job over the fact she was a stay at home mom for eleven years until my father died and she was forced to get back into the work field. She explained how a lot of employers don't want to hire somebody with no work experience for over a decade.

Benji works as a sorter at a recycling company. He told Maeve and I how all he does is sort out the non-recyclable items from the recyclable items along a conveyor belt. He said it was boring but it was honest work and he liked it, it made him feel like he was doing something good. It made me wonder what 'good' meant to him. What else did he consider 'doing good' in life?

I could tell he was a simple man, it didn't take much to keep him satisfied. I think that's why my mom liked him so much, because she was a simple woman.

They always ordered from the same two places, they listened to the same type of music, they liked the same beer and they both liked watching reruns of shows they used to watch.

My mom laughed a lot more when he was around, she seemed lighter. It was nice to see her like that, because that side of my mom was gone for a while.

Before my father died, everytime I looked at my mom, it looked like she was on the brink of tears. My father wasn't the best father or the best husband. He and my mom yelled at each other a lot, I never saw them hug. They were always just yelling. He yelled at Maeve and I a lot too.

At the end of the day, it was almost a blessing in disguise when he passed away from cancer three years ago, seven months before she met Benji.

We spent every event, every birthday, every holiday with him, no matter what. We came up with the idea one year on his 34th birthday that we would buy him the perfect gift, since he always tried so hard to buy us the perfect gifts. After lots of looking and pondering, we bought him a record player. It wasn't anything too fancy, but it did the job. My mom picked out a couple records from artists she knew he liked and we gifted it to him the next day. He spent five minutes thanking and hugging all of us, and he told us he loved it and he knew exactly where to put it when he brought it home.

He was around so much that I started to wonder why my mother never went over to his place. They were always here. My mother said our place was nicer and that she liked when he spent time with Maeve and I.

One of the best memories I have of Benji is when he picked me up from school once when I was thirteen, in his old, green Volkwagen golf. I knew he was picking me up that day so I excitedly ran down the school stairs and pushed my sweaty hair out of my face and got in the car, looking at him as he held a small gift box in his hand. It was green, my favourite colour, he remembered.

It had a white ribbon on it and I can tell he tied it himself.

"What is this?" I asked him, eyebrows furrowed.

"Open it up and see, silly. It's not a surprise if I tell ya." He laughed. He liked surprises.

I had slowly pulled the ribbon off from around the box and let it drop to my thighs before I opened it. Benji took the ribbon from off my lap and tossed it into the cup holder beside him, where he already had a bit of garbage from take out food still sitting there.

I excitedly opened the box and saw a little keychain of a Morpho Menelaus butterfly. I smiled. "Cute."

"It's nothing crazy but I saw it at the store and it made me think of you." He told me.

"Thanks for thinking of me." I said with a grin. I had attached the new keychain onto my keys.

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purplesurveys · 2 years

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What does your mother do for work? If she’s a homemaker, any specific reason for this? So she recently got a new job as an administrative assistant at another hotel! She’s been miserable for quite some time now at her (now former) workplace and even asked for my advice – conversations of that depth never happen between us – on whether or not she should take the offer. When I heard the benefits I didn’t hesitate to say yes, and now there she is.

What about your father? What does he do? He’s an executive sous chef at a luxury liner. I’m a hotel and restaurant management baby basically hahaha. Funny how none of their children inherited the interest.

How do you like your coffee? Sweet. I’m fine with Americanos too, but at the end of the day I do like a little bit of milk and sugar and a drizzle of either chocolate or caramel with my coffee.

If you’re of age, what’s your favourite alcoholic drink? I exclusively order cocktails when they’re available. Sometimes I’ll get tequila. Beer is my absolute last resort but generally I’m not a fan and the burps I get from it are the most uncomfortable feeling.

Do you smoke? If so, did you start when you were 18 or were you younger? Very rarely and I haven’t smoked since my college years; I don’t know if I’d dabble in it again. I started in my 20s.

Did your parents approve of your smoking/alcohol use before you turned 18? I never did any of that before I was of legal age. Do you have siblings? If not, skip the next few questions. Yes, I have two.

Are you eldest, in the middle or youngest? I’m the eldest child, and also the eldest girl on my mom’s side. Second eldest girl on my dad’s side. Any Filipino would know the loads of responsibility and expectations implied there, lmao.

How big an age gap is between you and your siblings? With my sister, two years; with my brother, five years.

Do/did your siblings cause trouble? We were generally very behaved kids, especially outdoors. We never got told off mainly because we were too shy to do anything or to talk to people lol. If anything, we caused trouble amongst ourselves because we were never close as kids; pulling each other’s hair, chasing each other with a knife, and doing our best to make the other cry was the norm among us lmao.

If your siblings are old enough, what do they do for work? My sister is graduating college soon and I think she may be headed to a production company as she’s into filmamaking. My brother is just starting college this year but I’m not sure what his career plans are or what course he’s taking. Have you ever been jealous of your siblings? Only as a teenager, in a sense that they always got away with things I would typically get chewed out for. But I’ve never felt jealous of them.

Do you still live with your parent/s or do you live alone/with a partner? I live with my parents and siblings.

What do you think about growing up? I don’t really have an opinion it other than it happens. I do wish children weren’t placed in situations where they were forced to mature early, for reasons like extreme poverty (happens a lot where I’m from), irresponsible parents...

What about having responsibilities? I value productivity. The only issue I have with it is the toxic and exhausting work culture in many places that eats up the work-life balance of people.

Do you know how to cook? If so, what’s your favourite thing to cook? What about baking? I have no idea how to cook or bake, and just turning up the heat on the stove freaks me out. I don’t think I have the potential or a future in moving around in the kitchen whatsoever, lol.

Do you ever drink tea? No, I was never into it although I’ve tried giving it many chances. I’ll only ever drink artificial, powdered iced tea and I know that barely counts.

Have you ever followed any of these fad diets that go around? I have never followed a diet in my life.

What do you usually order at your favourite restaurant? Tuna gimbap, usually unsliced because I saw Taehyung eat it like a burrito once and thought it was genius. I’ll also sometimes get jjajangmyeon and tangsuyuk.

Do you prefer a proper restaurant to a fast food place? Yeah, for sure. But occasionally I’ll get cravings that only a fast food place can fulfill, like McNuggets or Popeye’s chicken sandwiches lol.

Is there an arcade anywhere near where you live? Yeah every mall here has an arcade and we have a number of malls in the area, so.

Have you ever played pinball? If so, an actual machine or on a computer? I’ve played on both.

What’s your dream vehicle? What about your dream house? Oh man, I’ve always wanted a Mini Countryman. As for house...idk. Something overly modern and minimalist. Tall windows, cove lights, and I just want to be rich enough to afford 24/7 air conditioning lol.

What is the biggest dream of your life? To travel the world while not having to worry about money.

If you could travel to another country right now, where would you go? I would like to go to Thailand or South Korea.

What is a country you’d never ever visit? There isn’t a country I would say no to visiting. I wish some places in the West would lay off on the Asian racism though.

Are you good at taking care of your finances? No, but I am at least at a better place now compared to the spending shitstorm I got into last year. That bitch just kept spending as long as she saw money in her bank account.

Have you ever had any trouble paying your bills? What about your rent? So I’m paying my iPhone installments through my dad and for the first time I kind of struggled with paying him last month. I had to arrange Kimi’s cremation, my car’s battery died (and wow batteries are pricey as FUCK), and both dogs also had scheduled vet appointments, so I was really left with nothing lmao. I gave him a heads-up that I probably wouldn’t be able to pay him for June but that I’ll be extending my payment transfers to him by one month, and he just said not to worry about it. What do you think is the best thing about being an adult? What about the worst? Earning money and doing whatever the fuck you want with it. The worst part is probably losing people or pets along the way; and I don’t mean relationships that grow apart or having to cut off people, but losing them to death.

Is there a person in your life, who wastes their life somehow? Not that I know of. Everyone in my circle is doing their own thing.

What is something you need to do, but you keep postponing it? Looking for a new job, haha.

Do you think life should just hand things to you? Or should you earn the things you want and need with hard work? Work hard, play hard, my dude.

Would you rather live off government benefits or earn your own money? Earn my own. I don’t think government benefits, at least where I’m from, are nearly enough to cover for my daily basic needs and expenses. And I definitely don’t want to receive any kind of support from the current administration.

When you take a survey, do you skip questions? If so, what kinds of questions? I will skip questions that are too philosophical/existential, or those that touch on subjects that are too specific to a country, like the Roe v. Wade issue. I know I hate it when people from other countries try to talk about Filipino issues and end up sounding like a know-it-all, so I refrain from doing that.

What type of a survey do you skip altogether? About Me’s because those are very 10 years ago, but I’ll take an exception if the questions are crafted creatively.

Why, do you think, people write lyrics as the title for a survey? I think it’s creative. I’m much more likely to click on a survey if they come with a song lyric as a title tbh because from past experience they tend to have the better questions.

If you have a Facebook, what do you use it for? A lot of things. Looking at memes and keeping up with the trends, shitposting, watching videos, keeping in touch with family and friends, looking for local influencers for work, etc.

If you have a Twitter, what do you use it for? Mostly to fangirl over BTS and keep up with fandom news since updates are shared at a much quicker pace there. If you have a Tumblr, what do you use it for? Surveys and reading fanfiction.

If you have an iPhone, why? I’ve always preferred Apple.

If you have an iPad, why? I don’t have one. We technically still have the 1st-gen iPad from like 2010 lol but that hasn’t been charged for like a good 5 or 6 years now.

If you have the latest electronic gadgets, did you pay for them yourself? Kinda sort of? Hahaha. I used my dad’s card to avail my current iPhone but I’m paying him in monthly installments. Do you always put your litter in a trashcan? ALWAYS. If there aren’t any trashcans nearby, I put them in my pocket or purse till I find one. I don’t understand people who can leave their trash anywhere.

When you walk/ride your bike/drive your car, are you careful? I mean, duh? Hahaha. Unless I get road rage, but this hasn’t happened in a while.

What is the rudest thing a person could do or say to you? Have you ever been that rude to someone else? Insult my loved ones or my pets. No, I’m pretty sure I’ve never done either.

Do you think your parents are proud of you and what you do with your life? I hope so. I’ve pretty much achieved everything they had in their wishlist for me other than getting married and giving them a grandchild lmao.

Which would you rather be, famous or a “nobody”? Why? I think being friends with a celebrity would be cool. That’s the furthest I’d go.

Do you need to have the latest fashion in clothes and accessories? Nah. I rarely buy clothes and just mix and match the items I already own to keep up with the trends.

If you have a job, do you get along with your co-workers? Yeah, everyone is great.

What kind of hobbies do you have? Would anything in the whole world make you give up any of those hobbies? Going to the museums is one of them – and no, I would never give that up for anything. I need to visit galleries from time to time for my sanity, pretty much.

Have you had/do you have any pets? Yes. We’ve had goldfish, lovebirds, a rabbit, a chick, and a cat in the past. Currently, we have Cooper and Agi, both dogs. Kimi is memorialized in our living room.

If you aren’t already, would you ever get married? I want to get married and have kids and get that happily ever after in a nice house. But I don’t know if there’s anyone out there for me.

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