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junicult · 8 months

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what are the bachelors love languages?

!! the bachelors love languages

contains ; fluff! sfw. gn!reader. established relationships. the bachelors being clingy lol. not proofread.

note ; i finished this earlier then expected so here u goo

harvey.

- he likes to receive words of affirmation, for sure.

- he loves those moments when you’re affectionate, holding him and kissing him,

- but nothing will top the way he feels when you verbally reassure him just how much you love him.

- to him, it’s so intimate to hear in detail of how much he means to you.

- theres nothing better to him then when you’ve finished up a day of working, you’re all exhausted and drained, and the minute you walk through the door you just physically relax.

- you come up behind him, wrapped your arms around his torso and press your cheek against his back.

- “missed you a lot today, i needed this.”

- sure, the act of sighing and latching onto him tells him the same thing, but it really sinks in when he hears it.

- “you missed me?” he smiles, looking down at you with a soft gleam in his eye.

- “of course i missed you. i always miss you when you’re not around.”

- a sure-fire way to get him to melt. swear.

- when it comes to his personal love language, though, it’s absolutely acts of service.

- he loves being of help to you, in any way he can.

- and usually you dismiss him when he tries to help you outside, given he has his own work he needs to focus on as well.

- so when you’ve gone the whole day working non-stop, he always makes an effort to help you feel better.

- whether you’re sore, and need a massage, or even in the way he makes dinner every night.

- any excuse to pamper you, he’s taking it.

- you’ve done so much for him, who is he to not pay it back?

sam.

- PHYSICAL TOUCHHHHH.

- he cannot take his hands off of you sometimes. the moment you’re in his sight, he wants to be holding you.

- and, if you don’t like physical touch, then…you might have to get used to it.

- he will hold back, but he loves your presence too much.

- he wants to cuddle whenever you’re laying together, he likes to hold your hand when you’re out in public.

- he’s clingy in general. he doesn’t like spending more then a day apart.

- and even then, if you go without seeing each other from morning to night, he’ll be extra antsy the entire day.

- he might even walk out to go find you.

- he also loves receiving physical touch. if your love language is something else entirely, that’s fine with him of course.

- but when you’re the one to lean into him, kiss him and hold him first; he’s grinning.

- “aw, hi! what’s up? are you almost done? do you need any help?”

- u opened a gate that’s hard to close.

- i hate this as a term but…golden retriever.

- if he had a tail it’d be WAGGING.

shane.

- his own love language is quality time.

- whether it be the two of you sitting together, not really talking just enjoying the company of one another,

- or times when you’d come along with him, jas, and marnie during events.

- those are his favorite.

- he really loves those moments when you’re talking about your day, holding his hand and rubbing his knuckles absentmindedly.

- it just reminds him you’re there with him, not thinking about anyone else.

- and those times when he gets to see the way you interact with the people he loves so much; it warms his heart in ways he hasn’t felt in a long time.

- and despite jas being pretty hard to get to know, somehow she ends up latched by your side, playing dolls with you, asking about you.

- when marnie teaches you a few things about your animals, and you’re just patiently listening, giving her all of your attention and even laughing with her,

- idk. he’s just obsessed.

- cus after a while you’ll just turn back to him, pull him in close and give him a little kiss on the cheek…he’s blushing. i said it.

- the love language he likes to receive is words of affirmation.

- he melts when you tell him how much you love him, what you love about him, how handsome he is.

- it’s a one way ticket to get him attached to ur hip.

- i think it’s just because he doesn’t hear it often, so in general it comes as a shock when he gets compliments.

- but when he hears it from you…omg.

- “why’re you staring at me?”

- “you look really handsome. did you shave?”

- something as simple as that. it even hits deeper when he didn’t shave, he just looks like that.

- he tries to pretend like it didn’t make him all gushy inside, but the suppressed smile and the fact that he has to turn his face from you says otherwise.

- and if you tease, “aw, did i embarrass you?” while giggling.

- you’ll kill him. he’s a dead man in love.

sebastian.

- he’s another guy who loves quality time.

- giving, and receiving.

- he’s not big on going out, spending time with large crowds of people, etc.

- it always makes him super anxious, even when you’re there he still sorta hates it.

- however, if it were just the two of you, let’s say out for dinner at a nice restaurant or something, i honestly think he loves that.

- he prefers staying inside with you a million times more, but there’s something so sweet about being able to sit with you, in your own booth he can pretend it’s his own little bubble.

- there’s no interruptions from work or family, no responsibilities when he’s in this bubble with you.

- yeah, sure, the waiter will interject a couple times, but he still gets to just sit alone with you, talk to you, learn new things about you.

- not to mention, when you do all the talking he likes to watch you as well.

- he thinks it’s cute the way your voice changes, and how you treat the waiters so politely.

- despite this being a little guilty pleasure of his, he still prefers alone time with you.

- laying in bed, tiredly humming about things. you’re just resting on your sides, looking at each other lovingly.

- sometimes when you’re making dinner, he props up his computer nearby. while you’re both doing separate things, he’s just happy you’re in the same room together.

- and those times when he helps you out with your chores. helping you with crops, going into the mines with you,

- whatever it is, he loves it.

alex.

- his love language is physical touch.

- there’s no doubt in my mind he doesn’t love the feeling of you in his arms, especially when he’s falling asleep and whatnot.

- even if he falls asleep before you get home, he’s still entirely unconscious but the minute you get in bed he still reaches for you.

- he’s always kissing your cheek as a way to say hello. and he’s the type that kisses you goodbye multiple times.

- like 5 minutes after you initially said goodbye, he’s still pulling you back in and ignoring your laugh, “alex, i really need to goo!”

- he’s definitely slipped his fingers into your back pocket to tug you closer after you turn away, just to kiss you again.

- he can pretend he isn’t, but he’s so clingy.

- surprisingly though, he’s not picky when it comes to your love language. he doesn’t care what it is.

- he enjoys his alone time with you, whenever you touch and hug him, hearing about how much you love him, when you make him dinner, etc.

- but he still loves when you wake him up with a freshly made complete breakfast, or even cook him a salmon dinner.

- it’s domestic, and he’s grateful for how much effort you put into it.

- he seriously falls deeper in love when you surprise him with those.

elliott.

- quality time <33

- there’s nothing he loves more then to see your face after an exhausting day.

- he’s not picky at all. not even in the slightest. he’ll take any change he can get to be with you.

- even if you can only spare a few minutes, he’s basking in the glory of each second.

- your quality time spent together is a mix of many different things;

- whether you’re sitting in silence, he’s writing and you’re just sitting beside him,

- or he’s listening intently to how you talk about your day, and how your animals are doing.

- he’s holding your hand, resting his chin in his own, making you feel like you’re the only person in the entire world.

- it’s his favorite thing.

- he’s also not picky. any show of affection you give him, it’ll never fail to warm his heart.

- you so kindly offer him a pomegranate, he holds the back of your hand, bringing the fruit closer and taking a bite.

- all of the juices slide between your fingers, down your palm, and he briefly licks the juice away, before pressing a kiss to your palm and expressing his gratefulness.

- he’s so extra.

- but he still takes the fruit when you offer it all.

- it’s a little plus for you, too, especially when he leans in for a kiss and you get to taste the fruit, too.

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jarofstyles · 7 months

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FICTOBER DAY 6- Do You Believe in Soulmates?

Hello and welcome to day 6 of fictober. I hope you enjoy a little semi spooky blurb from us...

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Warnings- wolves

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“Do you believe in soulmates?” The words floated on the warm night air to Y/N’s ears. She laid beside him on the blanket, looking up stars. It was the third night in a row that they’d continued their stargazing, Harry arriving to her home and promising to have her back safe and sound to her roommate before driving over to the lookout point over the lake.

Y/N was new to town, looking for a new beginning, and Harry had found her on her worst day. Only 2 months in, she had been burnt out. Tirelessly writing her book at night and working at the cafe during the day for just enough for her rent, bills and some food here and there. If she didn’t get her free meals at the cafe, she knew she would be in an even worse spot- but she had left a place that had been dulling her life, keeping her tied and rooted with no place to grow. Leaving had been the best option.

The lake town was tucked into the foothills of the mountains, A nice summer tourist population and a small, tight knit group of locals she was trying to find her place in. The weave was strong and the things seemed to be established, so she was trying to find a nice spot in between to settle- but her hanging out with Harry had made some waves. His family was a long time legacy, basically built the town up. He wasn’t much of a socializing type besides his small, even tighter group of friends, so when he was seen walking around with the new girl in town? It had spread like wildfire. It never ceased to amaze her how fast small towns spread gossip to the trees to set the rumor mill ablaze.

She had been informed that Harry didn’t date around, he didn’t sleep around despite people being more than obvious in their interest. A coworker had divulged that she knew his family was apparently part of some sort of exclusive group with a share of other families in town and the surrounding era. It was all hush hush, but Y/N knew that it wasn’t her business. If Harry had his secrets, it was okay. She did too.

Like how meeting him had given her the inspiration on what to model her male character on in her book.

“I’m a romance novel author, Harry.” She rolled her head to the side. “Of course I do. It’s the best trope there is.” She laughed, looking back up at the stars. Sometimes his stare was a bit intense and made her squirmy. He always seemed to be looking. Somehow, she didn’t mind.

“What do you like about it?” He asked, turning over on his side a bit as she continued looking up.

“Theres a lot. I love the idea of unconditional love, but I know that isn’t realistic. So I think I like the thought that someone is meant for me. That there isn’t something wrong with me for always feeling like something is missing in my partners thusfar. I love that whole thing. Feeling like you were made for someone, that they’ll just get you and how you feel… It’s always been something I wished was something for me. But I hope one day I can meet mine.” Her sigh was dreamy, smiling at the sky as Harry continued staring at her.

“Maybe you already have.” His voice was calm, just as it normally was, his eyes on her expression as he continued. “Well.. What if being with them required sacrifices? If life wouldn’t be different?” His words were ominous but Y/N was a bit oblivious. She always had been, full of wonder and stuck in her own brain. His question was one that had her mind whirling around, colorful thoughts throwing themselves at the walls until one stuck.

“I mean, every good love story requires sacrifice. It’s part of every single good storyline, every memorable romance.” She laughed, nudging his foot with her own. “And I suppose life is never the same after meeting anyone but especially a soul mate. Someone the stars bound to you. The cosmos and the moon, powerful things they are.” She didn’t know just how correct that was. “I’d still want to be with them, yeah. Any relationship takes work and adjustments. I think it would be more than worth it for a soul mate-”

Y/N gasped as she was interrupted by the howl of wolves off in the forest. Shivers hit her body, chills hitting her skin as the sound reverbed off the trees, the full moon in the sky seeming doubly as bright. There were trees on either side of them and her nerves shot into her stomach. It sounded so close. Sitting up, her widened eyes met Harry’s. His body hadn’t moved, hadn’t even stiffened. Oddly, she thought he saw him relax at it. “Uh- should we go? That sounded really close, and I’m no expert but that’s probably not good.” Her nervous hand wringing was a distraction, Harry gently pulling one of them from her own grasp, urging her back down.

“I’m not afraid. It’s okay. The wolves are misjudged. They don’t want to hurt humans.” He spoke confidently. “The humans are the ones attacking first. It’s probably different in other places but here, we respect the wolves and they leave us be.” His words were spoken as if he knew this for a fact. Y/N oddly believed him, despite knowing it was going against all logic she had.

“Oh, alright. I always thought wolves were beautiful but I try and keep a respectable distance. You know?” She tucked a bit of hair behind her ear, sitting back in her original spot as she tried to calm her heart down. The howling was moving further away, and Harry’s calmness was contagious.

“Yes. You’re one of the smart ones. In this town, the relationship with the wildlife is different. We all respect the creatures and nature’s course.”

“Oh!” Y/N gasped. “So that’s part of why there was a questionnaire everyone filled out while filing their documents at town hall, then. Wanting to make sure people knew that. Smart. I don’t know why people wouldn’t accept that, though. It should be like that everywhere.” Y/N sighed, shaking her head. “And do you like them, then? The wolves?”

She didn’t think it was that funny, but the smile that grew on his face and the little burst of laughter made her own smile tilt up the corner of her mouth. The man’s dimples were on display, teeth pearly white and crinkles by his eyes. Harry was attractive- anyone could see that- but to see him light up like that because of something she said? She felt his smile deep in her core. “Well…” He laughed through another howl. “You could say that.”

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ohtobearandomftblog · 1 year

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more random headcanons bc why not (shorter this time)

natsu’s actually really fucking smart

his memory is really good. he was the one that reminded lucy of virgo during eisenwald bc

he very quickly analyses things when the adrenaline’s rushin. like how wind can’t cut the ground without like a LOT of evidence. twas no evidence with erigor’s barrier. so its not underground. so escape is underground.

when the adrenaline’s NOT rushing hes oblivious. so its a good thing his adrenaline’s almost always goin. like if he wasnt fighting jacob he wouldve had no clue why anyone was flustered or uncomfortable with lucy’s clothes Going. like yeah. what of it. but he saw the weakness with jacob.

knows words. honestly thinks its hilarious when people think he doesnt. he understands and can spell shit like unbeknownst and superfluous and defenestrate. sometimes he pulls that shit out in the wrong context for the giggles. sometimes he pulls it out in the right context so people can tell hes fucking serious. but its still so funny seeing their shocked looks

juvia’s autistic with high support needs

her special interest is gray

gajeel told her that maybe this special interest shouldnt be tossed around so much because its not that usual for special interests to be. people.

she understood but could only tone it down

in place of gushing about gray she purposefully refers to herself in third person. cause its fucking funny. its so hilarious. she doesnt even know why.

she went to fairy hills bc everyone was saying that they were like sisters there. it took a few weeks for people to be properly comfortable with her there, but when they were, they realized just how much she really cant take care of herself

the girls of fairy hills now watch gray like a HAWK. if he fucks something up once with juvia’s needs they will be taking her back

laxus and gajeel nearly convinced erik to join fairy tail. the only reason he didnt is because the noise cancelling headphones laxus used to wear didnt actually block him hearing thoughts, just the ones further away.

laxus and loke were a thing.

before loke nearly died he and laxus would spend so much time together. more than laxus spent with the raijinshu

anyone who would call them boyfriends would get shocked and blinded. people assumed they were blinded from laxus’s lightning since loke didnt have any light rings

laxus knew before bickslow that loke was a dying spirit and was the main reason loke lasted three years. like yeah sure leader of the twelve and all but he could really only survive a year on his own.

sometimes leo opens his gate when lucy wont need any spirit for the day and spends it with laxus. they were always open, but now even more so.

sting was in cait shelter with wendy for like four months. he didnt travel with mystogan he just showed up like seven months before oracion seis. he left with rogue when he eventually showed up.

despite the five lights on 7/7/x777, they all woke up at different times. gajeel and natsu woke up first, with the others in stasis wherever they landed. wendy woke up before she was meant to because mystogan found her. sting and rogue woke up at the same time and next to each other, but went their separate ways to find their parents.

it took until that year fairy tail was disbanded for levy to not be scared of gajeel. it took until lucy got her award for levy to even think of the possibility of dating him. babies are Years out, if she ever even wants to. she still wakes up from nightmares of that night.

gajeel really wants to date levy. he spends most of the time with the other slayers going on about how he really wants to show her that hes sorry and so deeply regrets what he did but also theres no way in Hell hes walking up to her and mentioning anything about it. he doesnt want to scare her away, and this tentative friendship they have is enough for him.

#Natsu Dragneel #Lucy Heartfilia #Juvia Lockser #Gajeel Redfox #Laxus Dreyar #Fairy Tail Erik #Cobra Erik #Erik Cobra #Fairy Tail Cobra #Sting Eucliffe #Wendy Marvell #Rogue Cheney #Mystogan #Levy McGarden #Loke #Fairy Tail Loke #Fairy Tail Leo #Fairy Tail #Fairy Tail Headcanons

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pastriibunz · 5 months

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me and @local-soda-can are gonna start outlining Nerdy Prudes Must Die Kai soon and here are a few ideas I had for that

can you guys tell i love inserting Kai’s name into the titles???

Kai comes in before/after/during literal monster holding a map of the school (the police or something forcibly enrolled her and now she has to go to school) and she’s just completely confused and lost

Max does the whole “this is my hallway!!” thing and Kai’s like “fun fact I literally do not care” and he pisses her off so much she kicks him in the balls- she meets the rest of the prudes while on the run from various teachers who’re trying to expel her or something

Kai was in the Waylon Place night of the prank to try and relax and get away from the chaos of Hatchetfield. There isn’t a sign of anyone breaking in bc Kai knows how to pick locks. Kai hangs out there a lot.

She walks in on them looking at Max’s (almost) dead body and is like “woah you guys killed that guy!!! ö haha I’m gonna go call the cops on yall I’m OUT!!!”

…Grace then blackmails her into helping bury/hide the body because she threatens to pin everything on Kai (bc Kai breaks in and shit)

Theres this scene with max and kai im making into a comic that has something to do with snickers and it needs to be real because it’s silly and also it makes way for this idea:

Kai hangs out with Max’s ghost a lot and she vents to him about how much she hates the prudes, how she wants to get back to Unington, and other shit

They like sending videos to the prudes group chat (that Kai was forcibly added into) that make it seem like Max is about to kill Kai and she always texts the dumbest shit after like “phew!!! made it out okay!!! gee, let’s hope that doesn’t happen again!”

They laugh their asses off about it

Kai has no friends during the run of NPMD

she hates the prudes for getting her involved in a manslaughter/murder,

she has no clue if max is her friend or if he’s only keeping her around for the snickers bars,

And everyone else is too in love with afraid of her to even get near her

It kinda hurts but she’s learning to deal with it

KAI RIZZ KAI RIZZ KAI RIZZ

that shit is STRONG guys

she got that Wattpad MC rizz

she does not want it-

she is either oblivious to it or painfully aware

no in between

She’s been bunking with Paul

They met on the street and they talked for a bit and Kai was like “yeah my hotels about to kick me out lol” and he was like “oh you can stay with me”

He doesn’t know why he said that, maybe it was just meant to be.

Anyways Kai agreed and Paul is the biggest dad ever

He asks her how school was and he cooks dinner for them and they snuggle on the couch and have movie nights

They have to share a bedroom but he got her dividers and turned the bottom of the closet into a hangout nook for Kai so it’s like she has her own little room

everyone keeps dragging Kai everywhere by the wrist- she does NOT wanna be there-

Kai keeps talking to the audience in front of everyone and she interacts with the audience a lot

For example, she crumples up and tosses her map to someone in the audience and finger guns and winks at them afterwards

She gets like a gazillion love notes a day-

she gets so angry she just eats them-

nobody knows why and they’re just like:

“Aw she’s silly :]”

“I LITERALLY HATE ALL OF YOU”

“I’m soooo in love with her :3”

“IM GOING TO KILL ALL OF YOU”

in the words of my pal:

“she’s so perfect :3333

(she is going to go feral-)”

All of Kai’s classes have at least one prude in them

Kai kinda wishes she had friends and tries to talk to people, but she’s so autistic, socially awkward, and anxious she either ends up shutting down, staying quiet, or insulting them

Kai goes to the sports games purely for the food and hides in the bathroom the entire time (the crowds and lights overstimulate her)

Kai hangs out at beanie’s a lot

She’s still Emma’s favorite customer.

She accidentally calls her Mom a lot.

Emma loves it every time.

It often goes uncorrected.

If Kai is alive for homecoming, she’s going there WAY overdressed-

she’s been homeschooled the majority of her life and has never been to a school dance-

she’s only been to like high class galas/parties so she thinks it’s like that

spoiler alert it is NOT

Kai is aware she’s in a musical

she really doesn’t wanna be in one but she knows

sometimes you can see her groovin uncomfortably to the music in the background

That’s all! Idk if I’m gonna script this one out as, like I’ve said before: TKWDLM has a special place in my heart and I’m not ready to move on

plus I’m still super hyperfixated on TKWDLM-

oki that’s all for now bye bye :3

#kai drew #oc #tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #tkwdlm #the kai who didn’t like musicals #hatchetfield #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #max jagerman #grace chasity #emma perkins #paul matthews #kai rizz is so funny to me #she doesn’t want it and yet it is ASTRONOMICAL #it’s literally that one post where it’s like “they really do let you hit if you’re goofy”#she just wants to go back to unington #she does not have TIME for her life turning into one of those 2016 various x reader fanfics #she is so completely done with everything

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thedawningofthehour · 5 months

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I’ve finally finished the chapter!!! :) now I can ask about it.

I don’t know about you but I despise sandels. I would wack him upside the head too. They’re uncomfortable and make weird noises on the floor. They’re just really weird to me I guess. So I appreciate Hueso.

I don’t know if she’s been talked about before in the fic but I assume the girl is Kendra. She always seemed to have a lollipop of some sort on her. I miss watching her and Donnies fights in the show. They were always really funny.

I speak from experience when I say that this ^ is one of the most accurate descriptions I have ever read. When something traumatic happens people brains have a really cool function of forget, ignore/deactualize (is that a word?) or break down. From personal experience I understand the “I know this is really bad but it’s bad to the point of my brain giving up comprehending it and it simply doesn’t compute as anything worth my attention.” I don’t remember from my psych class last year what the name of it is, but I know theres a psychological name for it.

If this is going where I hope it’s going, i’m really excited! Gale isn’t the type of person to see something like that and leave it be. So i’m excited to see what he does with the info.

This made me want to cry. Thats all.

Love your work! Have a great day/evening/night. Can’t wait for the next update :)

Oh yeah, they are loud. I wasn't even really thinking about it from that direction, but Leo would absolutely be the dumb bitch who wore flipflops to a stealth mission.

Soup made a comment about him wearing socks with sandals and like-to confirm, Leo has the fashion sense of a dead shrimp and would totally wear socks with sandals. Both because he's just that bad at being gay and also to annoy Donnie. But in this particular instance Hueso wanted to make sure he was wearing good walking shoes so his feet wouldn't be sore at the end of the day. (and he's not going barefoot because wtf they're probably immune to HIV but don't go tempting fate here)

I actually very much prefer sandals. I went to college way up north and I would take my trash out in flipflops when it was like -30 out. (I was also very stupid, so don't do this)(not that you can, it doesn't get that cold anymore)

Anita's a Yokai, so no her granddaughter is not Kendra. The Purple Dragons will have another cameo (maybe get a mention in the recovery arc, we'll see) but since everything else has ballooned we just haven't gotten to them.

Which is honestly really funny to me, because Kendra clearly considers herself very important and probably makes the 'Othello Von Ryan's ARCH ENEMY' thing a point of pride. Meanwhile Donnie straight-up doesn't remember her and his brothers are like

A lot of what Leo does is disassociate and compartmentalize, so he's very, very good at going "I know this is objectively horrific, but it also looks kind of sick. I kinda want to poke it with a stick."

Which is a very real and valid trauma response! Not everyone responds to shit the same way. For some people, turning off the 'holy shit' part of their brain or making light of it, that's literally their way of trying to process the thing. And it has its uses. It probably served Leo very well during the Krang war, when things went to shit and he was able to stay rational while everyone around him was panicking.

The problem being, of course, that Leo never unpacks that compartment and just lets it fester. So it just gets worse and worse until something finally rips it all free.

I think this was the first real Cass-Gale fight? Besides little arguments and teasings. I mean, they're siblings, and they're under a ton of stress right now. They're both ready to crack.

I considered having Cass storm off and ending it there, but I didn't really like that. Gale knows that he isn't really mad at Cass, and Cass knows that Gale was lashing out. They're both socially stupid but they know each other. At the end of the day, they'll always have each other's back.

#doth asks

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banditllamas · 9 months

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Chismest Dialogue (Part 1)

Chapter 4 has a lot of missable dialogue. I'm mostly brainrotting over Elara but if people are interested I can try making a schedule for everyone in Chismest. For now, heres a bunch of dialogue from and concerning Elara. (I have many screenshots so I've only put snippets in, the full conversations are typed up below.)

You can catch Elara as shes walking to and from Beth's diner. Before entering:

You can pester her while shes walking to the diner.

“Hi, sorry…” “I can’t talk right now…” “I’m…” “Starving…” “I must be at the diner right away…”

If you keep trying to talk to her she will ignore you then repeat herself.

"..."

"Please excuse me…" "I'm going to the diner." After leaving:

As she's leaving you can also pester her. This dialogue plays out much like the previous one.

“Hi, sorry.” “I can’t talk right now…” “I need…” “To get back to my research…” “But, if you want to talk,” “Find me in the diner between midnight and 5AM.”

“...” “I have important research to conduct now.” “Find me in the diner after midnight.”

Questioning:

I'm sure most people know about this, but if you're like me you immediately agreed to help Elara and missed all the stuff she had to say when questioned.

(Included Bard's prompts for context.)

Bard: “A cohort?” Elara: “Uhm… An accomplice.” Bard: “Why an accomplice?” Elara: “I can explain if you’re interested in doing it.” Bard: “Why should I?” Elara: “Hmmm.” Elara: “Maybe you shouldn’t. It could be dangerous.” Bard: “Sounds like a bad idea.” Elara: “I’m acting in the best interest of the town.” Elara: “Danger sometimes is an unfortunate necessity.” Bard: “How dangerous?” Elara: “OK, not really very dangerous.” Elara: “I was trying to make it sound exciting.” Bard: “Oh?” Elara: “All we really need are people on the inside.” Bard: “Like secret agents???” Elara: “Yes, just like that.” Bard: “Secret agents are exciting!” Elara: “Hmm. I suppose they are.” Bard: “But where do we find them?” Elara: “Well, that's the thing,” Elara: “I need someone to help me find them.” Bard: “How do you find secret agents?” Elara: “We’d need to focus our search on certain individuals.” Elara: “I.e. People who are awake during the day but unemployed.” Bard: “Perfect recruits…”

She also has a different response if you agree at any point where she mentions danger.

"Whoah." "Seems reverse psychology works, after all."

If you accept at any other point she will simply say "Excellent." then continue as normal.

Recruit intelligence:

She has two hints for winston; theres the standard one:

“There’s a man who is constantly crying around the town during the day.” “He seems to have no direction in life…” “So he would probably be willing to help us.” “Find out what he wants.” And one for if you help him out before meeting her:

“Have you seen the man who used to always cry around town?” “He has a dog now…” “He seems emotionally susceptible…” “Seek him out.” Peter only gets one tip cause he's always sad even if you help him beforehand:

“There's a sad man who plays music from a rooftop at all hours.” “Since he’s so sad and hopeless,” “He almost certainly could be convinced to help us.” She also has a tip for recruiting Mirriam. This happens if you fail to find Mirriam by the time you've recruited Winston:

“There’s a girl standing in the field outside town.” “I pass her every night on my way to and from here.” “I don’t believe she’s from here…” “But, maybe she could be an ally.”

On the flipside, if you completely ignore Elara and go to Mirriam first (+ attempt the overseer song) She will give you hints on finding Elara.

Mirriam hints:

“Apparently there's an astronomer outside of town.” “They have a big telescope.” “Who knows what kinda stuff they know, right?”

“Nobody knows much about the astronomer.” “They just research stuff at their telescope all day.” “But… they have to eat sometime, right?”

“Sounds hokey, but grandma Saphy always said…” “Look to the stars for answers…” “That’s what makes me think the astronomer might know something.”

Part 2 here.

#wandersong #wandersong elara #wandersong bard #wandersong mirriam #Chismest is so cool #they synced the npcs movements with the music #which uh can lead to them getting stuck in doors but shhh #I kept finding new stuff while typing this up #long post

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moonchildstyles · 2 years

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I need gravity yn being annoyed because this bog nerd mean girl got a seat on the other side of harry and keeps flirting with him

Like ofc usually they don’t pay attention to people who sit around them or when the unassigned assigned seating chart gets mixed up bc they have their spots and h is always there early enough that he can save them both so they don’t really notice this new girl who’s on the other side of h until y/n sees them talking one day when she gets to class and h is just being a sweetie ofc and maybe isn’t as shy w this girl as he was w y/n but she knows thats bc like…he had feelings for her so it was harder to for him to not stutter and everything but y/n lets it go and like its not an immediate thing like this girl isn’t all over harry right away but maybe its a couple of classes in and then she starts like whispering to h during class and he and y/n aren’t super affectionate during class anyway just bc like…its class they don’t nee to make out in the middle of physics so this girl just….keeps doing these little things to h like whispering and making little inside jokes w him and y/ns like not trying to be crazy and like >:(no so she lets it go until she walks into class one day and h’s face is all red and this girl is in HER spot like HUH???????? SINCE WHEN?????? And h is looking at y/n w big eyes and she can see he already feels guilty for not saving her spot but she just….lets it go bc its not his fault so she just sits on the other side of him and every time h tries to talk to her the new girl steals him away and theres like….for the first time y/n’s noticed theres like an air of superiority around this girl every time she looks at y/n and this is….not going well and after class ofc he and y/n have plans since its friday but this girl doesn’t let h get far before shes grabbing at his wrist and inviting him out w her to maybe to some like fancy sciencey like idk like something for people smarter than me FHSUFHSUH and h is just….flabbergasted bc huh??? Shes asking him out?????? W his girlfriend right there??????? And he just sputters and like points at y/n and I-Idk thank u but I— and this girl gets a little >:( and she looks at y/n like “‘m sure you can reschedule your tutoring session w him to another night so he can actually hang out with someone who understands what hes saying” and y/n is just ???this girl?????? Like okay maybe they don’t exactly hide it that she copies off his notes and y/n doesn’t make her distate for physics a secret but that doesn’t mean shes stupid like h has talked her off that ledge enough times now to know that he doesn’t care if she doesn’t share the same passion and like interest level in this stuff as he does bc they balance each other out they don’t both need to be science nerds to love each other and this girl just isn’t getting it before shes like “I’m sure you can go talk about makeup and shoes or whatever it is yu do with your friends for tonight instead sweetie” and its just so condescending and rude and like this girl is.....not fun and before y/n can say anything h just gets that quiet confidence he feels comstimes and as polite as he can manage in that moment hes like…..”don’t talk to her like that, she’s my girlfriend and she’s just as smart as you and I don’t talk down to her” and this girl is like so clearly embarrassed but she doesn’t say anything as Harry keeps going “after today I don’t want you sitting with us anymore and please don’t talk to me again. Im not interested” and thats how it ends as he grabs for y/ns hand and he takes her home and just…I imagine lots of kissing:( and also I just realized you asked for jealous y/n but it would appear I settled for protective h instead FHSIFHSUFHS

#anon #ask #concept #gravity inspo #literally been losing my mind over the bog nerd typo #I know u didn't mean to type that so im so sorry but omg it is SO funny HFUSHFUSHFSU #literally the first thing that came to mind was a swampy bitch who just slugs around class but knows alot about the theory of relativity

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minkkumaz · 7 months

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HI OMIIII!!! im skipping out a few extra days of school, i know the stress is gonna catch up to me once i get back (hopefully not.) but!!

ive been using my notes app alot recently.. i had to lock them cause it was just full of ideas abt bonedo ^^;

before i get into that,, someone stopped me in one of my classes and asked me abt the woonhak pc i had in my school ID. i got a bit nervous and i waved them off and gatekept them on accident.. i was literally abt to say “the loml” but i felt like that’d be too absurd to say to someone i just met..

i have another friend in one of my classes who also wanted to know who was on my lockscreen (it was taesan!!) but i told them i wouldve rambled and we wouldnt get our work done.. hopefully we have a freeday in that class so i can introduce them to boynextdoor LMAO

ive just been zoning out in class looking at my woonhak PC.. i love love love woonhak so much id give my soul and anything just to see more content of him being happy w the other members :(

but at the same time ive just been thinking abt woonhaks gf privileges.. >> (starts sobbing)

woonhak who slowly falls inlove with the pretty student in his class and does his best to appeal to her.. 💔

woonhak who overheard the reader and her friends talk about their types in guys.. smart guys? he’ll volunteer to answer every question the teacher asks. athletic guys? funny, cause he’ll 100% become a tryhard during gym… cute guys? his members already compliment him on his cuteness!

woonhak who tries keeping his crush a secret, but fails when jaehyun finds his notesapp open to see a list of ways to woo the reader over..

woonhak who dedicates writing the WHO album about the reader.

woonhak who finally has the courage to ask the reader out.. but when the day comes he finds out he has rehearsals. but no fret!! reader would love to watch him practice his singing & dancing.

bonedo members who love to steal glances at the reader and tease woonhak as much but as quietly as they could

bonedo members who easily warm up to the reader and starts inviting her whenever they could to hang out

jaehyun who remembers how woonhak forbade him from touching his sideburns.. but to his surprise he sees the reader twirling them and playing with his hair.

sungho who remembers how woonhak would get annoyed if someone were to notify him even if he was on do not disturb.. he walks by woonhaks phone to see it light up continuously with messages from the reader, he soon finds out woonhak has a special setting on his phone for the reader to bypass the do not disturb feature.

leehan who stumbles upon woonhak and the reader taking a nap on the couch wrapped in a blanket, her body resting on top of his.. but he swears he recalls woonhak exclaiming his distaste for people sharing (stealing as what he would call it) his blanket.

riwoo who hears a genre of music he’s never heard woonhak listen to in all his life.. when he questions it he finds out the reader recommended it… riwoo scoffs jokingly, reminiscing on how he recommended he exact same song months ago

taesan who once asked woonhak to run to the convenience store late at night for some movie night snacks, but was met with refusal. a week later he spots woonhak putting on a coat to head out around 10PM.. “Y/N wants to take a walk together!” he says.

bonedo boys who watch the reader and woonhak slowly fall inlove as they continued to show their endless support (despite the fact woonhak has never given them such privileges..)

GRGRGGRGRHR I LOVE U WOONHAKK :((((

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HELLO MELONN its nice to hear from you always hehe. please get so much rest on your time away from school, you deserve it! if you get a lot of homework make sure to space it out :)

and omg if someone asked me about kpop at school id probably die. theres this kid in one of my classes that mocks me and my friend for liking kpop and its so annoying!

but yes, your woonhak thoughts are always welcome here :3 at the beginning of the year when teachers had us do 'about me's' i always put yungyu as one of my favorite things LOLL

woonhak would 100% give so much gf privilege its actually crazy. he can act like hes not cute all he wants but he will always be readers cutie patootie! AND HIM DOING THE ABSOLUTE MOST IS SO TRUEE his favorite subject is yn<3

also leehan catching them cuddling it up is so adorable wtf i need me some woonhak cuddles><

youre so cute melon anon seeing how in love with woonhak you are HEHE i love hearing ur thoughts ^_^

#∞ ₒ ˚ omi's chats #༊*·˚ anonymous peoples #🍉 anon ·˚ ༘ ✎

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lexa-griffins · 1 year

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What does Clarke do during the day when she's not fucking Lexa at night?

Answering these three together because they are related.

Clarke can do whatever she wants while she isn't 'at service'. She can go for walks around the towers, go to the market, she can do whatever her heart wants. But she doesn't. Back at the brothel Clarke barely left her room even when she wasn't working, and she used to draw and read. And sing. But she does that one very very quietly. And she doesn't have anything to read or to draw with at the tower so all she does is stare until Lexa starts coming back from meetings and realizes Clarke has been doing nothing than napping and staring at the ceiling all day. It is through some minor talk "what have you done all day?" "Would you like to read?" "Is there something you want me to ask the guards to get from the market?" with very short answers that Lexa starts to piece together what Clarke might like. And Clarke hasnt had anyone do that for her, not since the ark fell and everything she knew was gone.

That being said and now thats established where Clarke spends her days, yes, Lexa can pretty much come in at any time of the day and signal for Clarke to fuck her. It is usually just a quickie and if theres one thing Clarke is good at is making Lexa cum hard and fast so shell put the nook shes reading down face down on the couch and go fuck Lexa.

THIS is where a lot of the conversations start. Because sometimes Lexa doesnt have anything to do afterwards, she just wanted to cum and now relax. Clarke still walks around the room naked, Lexa swears she has an aversion to clothing, but non the less Lexa starts doing the same. Theres vulnerability in that for Lexa. And Lexa continues to push with questions. Tamed ones "are you enjoying the book? Have you been drawing? May I see? Have you read this book? In the room across the hall there is a beautiful view if you wish to draw from there." And the answer from clarke start getting longer the more she realizes that Lexa does care to some extent. Soon enough Clarke is asking questions back. Now, this does not mean a lot of the important convos happen like this. But when clarke starts staying in bed with Lexa, no cuddling but laying there with her, that is when the real questions start to come up. And its where Lexa, sometimes unprompted will share about Costia, her life and herself. Clarke rarely answers, this is something she is used to, how many people has she fucked who laid there and told her their entire life and left without her saying a word? Clarke has lost count. Yet at some point Clarke starts doing the same. Always very little, but Lexa seems to cheerish every small piece Clarke shares with her. And Clarke starts to realize at some point that Lexa knows Clarke hates her and yet she will share with her things that Clarke could easily use to destroy her, secrets that if sold to the right person could bring Lexa down. But Lexa trusts her it seems and that trust somewhere along the lines has become very precious to Clarke and she does not wish to throw it away.

#letter opened #bedwarmer clarke #i hope that made sense 😅

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soggypotatoes · 2 years

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ok ok im leaving hospital on monday but now im. now im very very anxious about leaving

like. not only do i have access to all sorts of unhealthy coping mechanisms at home. i dont have anyone giving my meds to me at set times??? also im gonna have no sleeping meds bc the only ones that work rn are hella addictive and he said hes only gonna let me have like 4 after i leave???? so im gonna end up not sleeping, losing my whole routine, fighting off dastardly urges all day and night, having to cook and clean and walk dog and pack and PACK and make DECISIONS ..........

i mean yes i will have good shower. and friends. and dolg. and mum visiting most days. ill have help.

BUT WHAT DO I DO WITHOUT THE SWEET CLEANING LADY WHO CHIRPS AS SHE COMES IN AND DOESNT JUDGE ME FOR THE HORRIBLE MESS AND JUST SWEEPS AROUJJND ME AND TALKS ABOUT BLUEY

AND THE SWEET GAY NURSE ON NIGHT SHIFT IM IN LOVE WITH WHO BRINGS ME MY ZOLPIDEM AN D TREATED MY SELF HARM THAT ONE TIME SO GENTLY AT 5AM AND CALLS ME DARLING AND TAKES MY PHONE AWWAY BC HES A TIKTOK GIRLIE AND KNOW S WHAT ITS LIKE TO SPEND 8 HOURS ON TIKTOK INSTEAD OF SLEEPING

AND THE NURSE IM IN LOVE WITH WHO TRIES TO GET ME UP AND GET ME EATING FOO D AND WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I GOT UP BY MYSELF AT 8330 THIS MORNING AND LIT4ERLALY JUMPED FOR JOY WHEN I SAID I SCHEDULED AN APPT IVE BEEN PUTTING OFF FOR A YEAR AND A HALF AND WHO THELPS ME CLEAN MY ROOM AND DOESNT JUDGE ME FOR MY MANY CUPS JUST FILED WITH SUNFLOWER SHELLS

AND THE SWEET NURSE ALSO WHO FOUND ME ON THE FLOOR AND FOUND OUT I HADNT EATEN IN A FEW DAYS AND SCOOPED ME UP AND TOOK ME TO A TABLE OUTSIDE THAT UR NOT MEANT TO BE ALLOWED AT AND PUT AN INSIDE CHAIR THERE SO I COULD SIT AND BROUGHT ME BACK LIKE EVERY FLAOURR OF YOGHURT AND FRUIT AND OPENED THEM FOR ME TO MAKE SURE ID EAT IT

AND THE NURSE THAT ALWAYS SHOWS ME FUNNY EDITS OF HER DOGS SINGING SONGS AND ALWAYS ASKS WHEN REGGIES NEXT VISITING AND BRINGS FOOD TO MY ROOM WHEN I CANT LEAVE

AND LINDA WHO I ASKED HER TO BRING BEDSHEETS CAUSE I HAD BEEN SLEEPING ON APPLE JUICE FOR 5 DAYS AND SHE WAS LIKE ‘ITS OK IT HAPPENS’ AND CHANGED THE SHEETS FOR ME AND SHOWED ME WHAT SHE WAS DOING SO I COULD LEARN HOW TO DO IT MYSELF (theres a lot of layers due to hygiene) AND STOOD BY ME MAKING SURE I PUT AWAY ALL OF MY CLEAN CLOTHES FOR THE FIRST TIME I GOT HERE 2 MONTHS AGO

AND THE OTHER PATIENTS HERE WHO ARE DELIGHTFUL, ONE SLID A BEAUTIFUL COLOURING PAGE OF THE FIRST LETTER OF MY NAME THAT SHE DREW AND SHE SLID IT UNDER MY DOOR ?????/ AND SHES SO NICE AND THE GUY I PLAYED CHESS WITH AND THE OTHER GUY AND THE GIRL I WAS TALKING TO,,, AND THE ONE WHO GOES ON WALKS WITH ME AND HAS REALLY ENTHUSIASTIC CONVERSATIONS AND STUFF

YEAH SHE SHOWERS HERE SUCK BUT WHEEEERRE ARE THEY ALL GONNA BE ITS JUST GONNA BE ME ??? ALONE??????????? AT HOME WITH ALL MY RAZORS AND WEED AND SHIT AND N0B0DY TO TALK ME THROUGH THINGS??????? NO PSYCHIATRIST 3X A WEEK, NO GROUP THERAPIST CHECKING IN ON ME ONE ON ONE TWICE A WEEK.... i will have my psychologist bUT SHES GOING AWAY FOR 3 WEEKS SOON she did offer to see me once during that but OMG

i have a lot of people with me here, i have plenty of beautiful friends offering to help, my mums gonna help too... im just scared. mostly about the sleep thing, i knowwww im gonna stop sleeping and this schedule ive managed to cultivate for the first time in ever will be fucked. like, ive been sleeping at midnight, getting up at 8:30, it’s insane!!! i do nap a bit after cause my brain is so stressed and overwhelmed and tiiiired but it’s something!! i really want to try to hold onto this i really hope i have the strength. please, please have the strength to get up, please, even if you literally want to die. and take your meds every night and get off your phone even if it’s so so scary and you don’t know what to do without it. PLEEEEEEEEASE MAKE THIS WORKKKKK

#ed mumbles #and then i am plunged into intensive emdr hospital stay for 4 weeks #thatll beeee SOMETHING #sorry this is so long the ambien kicked in

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journalsweets · 3 months

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every year that passes, i complete another year of living and most people see it as a good thing, but for me its not. mostly because i want to be a teenage girl forever, but also because theres this feeling and thought that tells me that theres something i need to complete before i turn 18. my life went down hill after 7th grade and i still cry about it because i lost my chance at being a normal teenager. i didn’t go to school for my 8th grade year because of how bad my depression was. i wanted to kill myself, but i didn’t because my heart had hope for something that i wasn’t aware of. after a while of my life slowly falling apart, freshman year arrives. what was i thinking knowing im going to start high school? i was scared, excited and nervous. i was feeling all kinds of emotions. i had thought that starting high school would make my problems slowly disappear. i would see all my old friends and make new friends along the way. id join clubs and actually start doing something with my life. “im finally going to get better this year” i thought, but it all just got worse. i stopped going to school for a long time. i left my mentally and emotionally abusive boyfriend, but then i realized how i lost such a big part of me when i was with him and it broke me so much that i couldn’t get my old self back. i cried every day and every night like it was a routine. i was all alone and had to get used to it. i shopped by myself, i walked by myself, i learned things by myself, i guided myself for a long time. later on arrives 10th grade, i still wasn’t going to school and after a few things that happened during freshman year (i only went for about two weeks) i decided to do homeschool so i enrolled myself in an online program and started doing the work everyday. i was getting better after time yet i knew my depression was still there, it just wasn’t as bad as it was before. i learned a lot of things about myself, i made a few friends and reconnected with old ones. i did a lot of things throughout that time. theres still so many things i haven’t mentioned here, but thats okay. i graduated early, at sixteen, in 2023. i was happy that i didn’t have to worry about school anymore, but there was no ceremony since it was online school. yeah maybe it may not seem like a big deal, but for me it is. i always wished for my family to see me walk down the stage and i dreamed of doing it with the girls that have always meant so much to me. it never happened and i wish it did. i wish the things that happened in 7th grade didn’t happen to me so i wouldn’t have gotten severely depressed. i never went to homecoming yet i always wanted to and i most likely wont ever be able to experience prom. i don’t have any pictures of me with people because of how insecure i’ve always been. i lost my chance at being a normal teenage girl and i wont ever get that back again. thats why im gonna try to make the most out of being 17, but im losing hope. its not going well so far. i need to complete things this year. i need to get skinny and be pretty so i can be able to take pictures with friends and family and have pictures to look back at once im an adult. im running out of time and im afraid.

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worldofroma · 11 months

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April 6 2023, Thursday - 9:02am

I think there may be someone living in my house without anyone knowing. Either that, or theres a ghost. Other people may assume that my latest encounter with this person was a dream, but I disagree. I was woken up in the middle of the night after hearing something in my room and glanced over to the door, watching someone leave my room. It was only a quick second as my door blocks the vision of the doorway from where my bed is, but I saw the back of someone, a man, as they left my room. On top of that, I’ve had many occurrences where I’ve heard someone walking around downstairs while I’m home alone or even heard russling of a plastic bag that immediately stopped when I approached the room I heard it coming from. Of course, I didn’t open the door. I was too afraid. The room it was is a storage room with the basement, the trapped door basement. It’s not even a real basement either, it’s all muddy and torn apart. It looks straight out of the house from the Blair Witch Project. I don’t know who they are, I don’t know why they’d want to be in my house, but I really don’t like it and every day I feel more afraid to be in my own house.

On a more common topic, I find now that I really only have one friend. Kaitlyn is really the only person I talk to outside of school, nobody else. I have the odd conversation with Hannah or Kyra sometimes, but not very often. And a lot of people may find that sad, but honestly, I love it. I can barely care for myself and pay attention to my needs, let alone 2 or 3 or 7 other peoples. When I was in the friend group of 4, it was so tiring. I always felt as if one of them was mad at me, one of them was judging me, and the other was leaving me out simply because the other two felt like it. It was exhausting and draining. Not only that, but it felt like the only way I could have a real conversation with them was when I was high. They’re all in a relationship with shitty people, or they’re the shitty one, and it seems to be the only thing they can talk about. I mean, I get it, he didn’t answer your phone call or he hot boxed a car with his friends without telling you, but at a point I really don’t give a fuck. Hannah has been in a relationship with her boyfriend for over a year now and they’re both so toxic to each other. Everytime I hung out with her while they were together (they still are, I just haven’t spent time with her in a long time), she was either on the phone arguing with him or complaining about an argument they had the night before. And every single time I heard about these arguments they started, they were so fucking stupid. Both of them are manipulative and problematic, constantly holding each other back, but honestly, they deserve each other. Kyra has been having a lot of issues with guys. Her first boyfriend, only a few months ago, slept with her and cheated on her with one of her friends from their new friend group of snobby horse girls. Yes, in my area, being a horse girl is popular. Someone save me. After that, Kyra went on to “hoe around” with a few guys, being called out of a slut from multiple people from our school, and is now dating some NPC guy from our school I had never even seen until they started dating. Odd. Kaily, well, I think Kaily is the least aggressive when it comes to talking about her boyfriend. I’ve met him, I had to at Christmas because of our family, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before but we’re technically step sisters in a confusing way. But he’s a nice guy, younger than her, but nice. I haven’t hung out with Kaily one on one in a really long time, so I haven’t experienced her rants on her boyfriend, but I can only imagine. One thing I do know though is that they spend almost every night together, even during the week. I can thank Mya for giving me almost all of this information. But a few weeks ago, it was Kaily’s birthday. She had a party at her house with a few girls including Hannah and Kyra, and she invited me. It seemed genuine, but I declined. I told her that I’d rather not attend a party with people I don’t get along with, knowing there was a possibility that I could cause something between them with how petty I can be, but after the party had already happened, I felt awful. I put the fact that I didn’t want to be around people I didn’t like above the feelings of someone I used to be close with. I should’ve went, it was her birthday, but I didn’t. Afterwards, Mya told me that Kyra got extremely drunk, went on a rant, and blacked out before 8 o’clock. I honestly feel bad for her. Kyra and I never talk anymore, but her and I used to be the closest in that friend group. Almost everyday for the past few months, she’s shown up to school high or smoked at breaks. But at the same time, I don’t feel bad for her.

Kyra is now friends with a girl we’ll call Izzy. Izzy used to be really close with Kaitlyn and her family until they got to high school. They were best friends, and Kyra and I were best friends, so after they came to high school (Izzy and Kyra are both one year younger than us) we brought us all together to become a friend group of 4. But Izzy is a shitty person. She’s a massive pick me, she’s annoying as fuck and constantly talks with a toddler accent, and she talks shit about everyone she knows. But for some reason, Kyra found her much more interesting than I. Izzy began asking to hang out with only Kyra instead of Kaitlyn and I joining, and instead of brushing it off, I took that to heart. That was the first time ever that Kyra had went along with someone else to ignore me. And after that, I became really depressed. I started to get high all the time, I became friends with two guys that most definitely just wanted in my pants, and I started going to parties that a rapist hosted all the time. I lost myself from that. I unfriended Kaitlyn with the argument that I felt as if I couldn’t help her through her issues and I didn’t want the responsibility for it. I couldn’t even take care of myself. I tried to become closer to Kyra, Hannah, and Kaily again, but it was only becoming more and more toxic after that. Everyone was constantly slipping little insults to each other within every sentence we spoke and it was draining to be around them. Kyra only ever wanted to hang out with me when we got high together and started ignoring me at school when she met up with her horse friends. I was at the lowest point in my life. Luckily, I had a class with Kaitlyn right near the end of that year, grade 10 year, and after at least 6 months of not talking, we became friends again. But only after that summer. Kyra and Izzy are now best friends, on and off from time to time, but it seems that they only have each other now.

I’m not sure if I mentioned this yet, but I’m fully convinced I wasted my year of being 16. During the entire thing was when this depressive state took place, I found myself doing nothing in my spare time but staring at my phone endlessly. For my 16th birthday, I knew that I had to plan something fun to do in order to keep up my “positive mind” appearance. So I planned a trip for Hannah, Kyra, Kaily, and I to go to Toronto, stay in a hotel, and go shopping. It was fun at first, but the tension only grew as time passed. Kaily’s mom and my mom came along which was great because they’re best friends too, but Kaily and her mom have serious beef. Her mom’s not abusive or anything, but they are always both in the wrong. Kaily’s anger issues don’t help. By the end of the first day of the trip, Kaily’s mom had stormed into our hotel room and screamed at Kaily for disrespecting her the entire day, Kaily had even gone as far as to kick her mom with a Dr Marten boot on. It left a pretty colourful bruise. The next day was extremely awkward. Kaily never said it straight up, but because her mom came with us, she helped pay for the hotel with her rich boyfriend and due to that, it was obvious that Kaily expected that trip to be partially hers too. And I could understand why she thought that because her birthday wasn’t too far from when we went on this trip, all of our birthdays were in January, February, and March, but it was my birthday. My birthday, and I felt like the entire time I was letting everyone else choose what we do. We went out for dinner the first day and got all dressed up for it. I was fully expecting to find a beautiful dress that compliments me great, but they made the choice for me that we all wear black dresses. Ugly black dresses, in my opinion. And if you’ve picked up anything from what I’ve wrote so far, I’m a huge people pleaser to a certain point. Including when it comes to what I wear, because I would rather match with others than stand out knowing they’re judging me for it. So, I went along with it. I haven’t seen that dress since and I hope I never have to see it again.

#journaling #literature #aspiring writer

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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Do you write yandere? If so, can I request skz yandere headcanons on how they would react when S/O rejects them because she doesn't wanna deal with whole drama that would come with dating an idol?

i mean kinda?? i have a seungmin yandere fic in my drafts sooo BUT YEAH

oh also, requests are not open but im just gonna do this one cause headcanons are kinda fun BUT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED <33

also why is the felix one so short-

Warnings; yandere!skz, rejection, k-dnapping, slight gaslightning or like manipulation, restraints, threats, aggression, mentions of masturbation, stockholm syndrome

Chan

nobody rejects him. nobody.

you two were friends from school and you were sooo happy when chan made it as an idol, finally persuing the dream he had been yapping on about for years.

but in the midst of that he realized that he had feelings for you, he missed you all the time, just wanting to hang out with you and maybe explore the things he had on his mind. so,, he decided to confess when you guys were at a cafe.

“look y/n,,, there’s something I wanna tell you” he started to which you tilted your head

“nooo,,, are you guys going on a tour again,,, i wil miss you sooo much channie” you said with a pout but the boy shook his head.

“i like you y/n”

your mouth stood agape, this was not what you expected and truthfully,,, not what you wanted.

“chan,,, y-you know thats not possible” you said with a frown, looking at him straight ahead.

“of course it is,,, why wouldn’t it be? w-what are you trying to say y/n?!” his voice started growing louder, you looking around in order to see that people werent turning their heads towards your table.

Minho

you have made a big big mistake my friend-

wont even hesitate to keep you hostage in his basement LIKE IM NOT JOKING-

might just tie you up and like,,, not even do anything to you, just talk to you and admire you, maybe tracing your facial features and cuddle closer on the cold floor

just wants to keep you as a pet or smth and you are scared out of your mind cause you cant move cause of the restraints, you cant speak because you have silvertape across your lips that he only removes to feed you but if you start screaming you wont get any so you deicde to just stay calm and quiet before someone saves you and play along.

i mean you do,,, kinda fall for him but you know you cant,, but you cant help but to fall for him and miss him whenever he’s out on schedule things

he always returns to you and you get so happy when you see the little crevice of light from outside when he opened the basement door

whenever he lies next to you, you put your head against his shoulder and take in his scent the best you can

he told you everyday that he would let you go if you agreed to date him but you shook your head,, maybe cause you liked being his prey.

Changbin

he’s more of the threatening type of yandere,,, like,, not that he’s violent but if you try to block his number he will create new ones and keep on sending you messages about how you have betrayed him and how he wished that you loved him back and all that,,,,

you guys often meet because you go to the same college and are students in the same department sooo,,,, avoiding him is pretty impossible

he stares a lot at you,,, you guys have a couple of classes together and he just stares the entire time, his eyes are just filled with revenge, he somehow wants you make you his, own you but he doesnt know how yet, for now he can just look.

watch this fucking message conversation just be this;

[why did you talk to him during class?]

[you could have just asked me]

[nobody loves you like i do. no one y/n]

you are never getting rid of him basically,,

he’s gonna get to you first ;))

Hyunjin

i feel like he goes more to the stalking route than the kidnapping and drugging and whatnot-

ok,,, you rejected him,,, but that doesnt mean you’re getting rid of him.

ohmygod what if he turns into a peeping tom- cause he obviously knows where you live.

like yall were not even that close?? he just saw you backstage at one of the concerts and thought you looked good so he decided to go up to, you werent an idol so no problem he thought.

but he gets a bit too,, hasty with his decisions and often falls for people randomly and so when he politely greeted you and gave you his number you simply shook your head, explaining that this wouldn’t be possible since you worked in the same industry and you needed to stay clear out of any scandals in order to keep your job.

no was not answer in Hyunjins mind.

luckily he managed to catch your full name by flickering through some papers in an office and also saw your full adress there, knowing exactly what he was going to do on his free time.

Jisung

if im being completely honest,,, i have no idea-

like,,, he gives me kinda pervy yandere vibes,,,

what if youre like his ex before he became an idol and now he wants to get back together with you-

oh,,, he masturbates to your pictures-

i feel like he always thinks about you, wondering what you like and wants to write songs about you but he doesnt do much-

but when he finds out that you have been hired by the same company as him to work as a like,,, economics accountant thingy he is all of a sudden vEEERY interested-

always asking the manager of when the group will have meetings with the accounting team,,, although they had nothing to do with them-

he just wanted to be in a conference room with you (and think pervy things about you in your tight office skirt and white blouse)

you went to the toilet on day and you saw him lurking around the same floor,,, WHICH ONCE AGAIN WAS NOT CONNECTED TO THE GROUP AT ALL-

and idk,,, probably sneaks in with you and locks the door before you even react that theres someone else in the toilet-

i feel like he’s pretty mild,,, but when he’s alone with you he is aggressive broooo

probably pins you to the wall and threatens you or smth along those lines,,,,,

(writing this is what my life has become to-)

Felix

“what do you think you’re doing?”

you turn around again, you had just thought of just leaving with a vague answer to his question but he was not having it.

“answer.”

his words sounded cold, his dark voice making an entrace, the exact one you’ve heard on many of the songs you listened to.

“felix,,, you have to understand,,, u-um,, if we date theres gonna be some issues” you said but he just stared at you with cocky eyebrows and a dark gaze, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

“do you think i care? would i ask you if i cared?” he said to which you shook your head automatically, what more could you do?

“you get until tomorrow to think and if i don’t get the answer i want well,,, we’ll see what i’ll do to you.”

Seungmin

he plots shit behind your back yk?

he’s more of the sneaky type of yanderes (oop spoiler to a fic heh)

like he makes this like fucking year long plan where the objective of the mission is to make you obssessed with him-

he starts kinda subtely,,, first its going to the same gym as you and like,,, knowing where you placed your stuff

and then he starts putting small notes like under your waterbottle when you went to grab something that say like “i think youre cute, call me” and then his number

you obviously dont react,,, because why the fuck would you contact a stranger at the gym

BUT THEN you realize that its him, its mf kim seungmin. yo,,,, u didnt know he went to this gym,,, that was not,,, the best-

of course you got a bit interested,,, you wanted to know how he was off camera,,, like just in his everyday life and i meeean,,, he was attractive but obviously you should stay away bc,,, he’s a celebrity but seungmin didnt want to stay away

he notes somehow started to get more aggressive,,, suddenly being like “why are you ignoring me?” and such,,,

and one night you were left alone in the gym with him,,, it was sooo quiet, only the sounds of your strained breaths as you lifted a dumbell

here where the plan came to play ;))

Jeongin

he’s obsessed with you and you are not going anywhere, even if you rejected him.

he’s more clingy?? LIKE HE WILL NOT LEAVE YOU

ok sure,, he falls more into the stalking category too,,,

also veeeery much a obssessed kinda yandere,,, like his mind is not thinking about how to like capture you,,, more about how to make you soooo comfortable and fool you into loving him despite the circumstances?

i just imagine that you work in a cafe and jeongin often meets you there when he buys coffee and you are already in awe when you see fucking yang jeongin enter the coffee shop on your shift but you were even more excited when he leaves his phone number on a napkin and slides it over the counter before leaving.

you thought about it,,, contemplating multiple times but,,, you decided it would be best not to since well,,, safety purposes

but he would visit you and every day his face got more and more perplexed cause he wondered why you didnt call

mf would not leave you alone, he would even wait outside the coffee shop until you finished your shift and walk you home,,, so now he knew where you lived-

and then do the same thing over and over again until you talked to him.

does. not. give. up.

#stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #stray kids yandere #skz yandere #anon #Cherrymail🍒

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🌹Ethan x reader

slight contentwarning: some discussion of disordered eating & mental health issues [pls donot read if these are a trigger for you]- other than that theres no swears & no smut cos versatility

✨Ethan Torchio & female reader insert - guestcameo: ✨Victoria de Angelis

° fluffy slice of life, with Ethan getting a few days off from work to spoil his girlfriend & remind her that nothing else matters so long as they’re together...

° none of the lyrics included were written by me

wordcount: 5,741

° 1st commission ever! can you believe? for my firesign sis @bethanysnow thankyou for buying me those coffees. thankyou for your patience. thankyou for being so candid & answering all of my questions so i could write something rooted in truth. & thankyou for coming up with the title❣️

It was the first day off in more than a month - the beginning of a five day hiatus from all things Måneskin. You had spent some downtime at home amongst all of the hopping around Europe, but your boyfriend hadn’t accompanied you for those peaceful days. Ethan, the homebody, had not stepped foot into your home for more than a month, leaving you with only the silence and your insecurities to keep you company.

There was a lot of missed time to make up for. This had begun last night when he had come back from Austria, complaining about how hungry he was. It wasn’t enough to just chuck something into the microwave, he had to cook something from scratch. He hadn’t been able to cook in months - the hotel rooms provided to the winners of Eurovision were exquisite, but they were always lacking a substantial kitchen.

Rich people don’t go on vacation to make their own dinner, Damiano had pointed out after hearing Ethan’s complaints over the kitchenette in your suite during the Belgium trip.

But now Ethan was back in his domain - and that was how you had ended up spending hours seated at the kitchen counter, sampling every spoonful that he asked your opinion of. The gnocchi with his own crafted sauce hadn’t been ready to eat until close to 1am. By that time, your consumption of red wine had taken you from giggly-drunk to sleepy-drunk. You had complimented the dish, but in reality, you were ready to use the little potato dumplings as your pillow for the night.

Cleaning up simply hadn’t been an option, with both of you falling into bed - too exhausted to brush your teeth. You had laughed for what felt like a long time when you noticed a lump of pesto sauce stuck in his gorgeous hair. He had scowled and asked why you hadn’t pointed it out to him sooner. Once it was dislodged from his hair, the light was switched off and you fell asleep with a gloriously full stomach.

But the aftermath of all that fun was wholly unpleasant to wake up to. In fact, it was the absolute worst way to start your day.

You felt anxiety swelling - your entire childhood spent in a meticulously clean house because your mother associated untidiness with failure. You were already a failure and you had only gotten out of bed ten minutes ago. Looking at the cluttered countertops, it was too overwhelming to think of making a coffee, which would add even more mess. You knew that it was worse in your head, but attaching the label of anxiety didn’t lessen how terrible the sight made you feel.

The kitchen had been perfect less than twenty-four hours ago and, when everything was in its correct spot, you could feel peace. You were thrilled to have Ethan home, but this mess really felt like a thorn in your side.

You were tempted to let this negativity set the tone for your entire day. It wasn’t just dirtied dishes, it was an indicator of bad things to come. You needed to get this room back in order before this change could ripple out and mess up more aspects of your life.

But you didn’t have the time to indulge that thought-process this morning. You walked away from the kitchen, trying to put aside that awful feeling of losing all control.

You had committed to going shopping with Victoria. In a couple of days, her sister was having an eighties-themed birthday party. She had called upon your expertise and to keep her from getting distracted by her true love - the seventies. You were tasked with helping her become Cyndi Lauper.

You endeavoured to begin your day without the aid of coffee, leaving the kitchen to instead find something to wear. You tossed a pair of black overalls and a band tee onto the bed, Ethan sleeping on, completely undisturbed.

Your underwear draw didn’t provide many options, not as many as it once had. Eurovision had changed everything - including your weight. As part of the band’s inner circle, you got to enjoy the same excess of exquisite foods, always tasting something new. No matter what city you were in, the fans wanted to give you chocolate and other sweet treats. You had never been the best at portion control and now you were watching your dress-size climb higher than it had ever been.

Every piece of clothing that had to be discarded because it no longer fit was significant - each time it was just as disheartening, the blow never softened.

You picked up a pair of pastel purple bikini briefs that were completed with a delicate lace trim. But before you could pull them all the way up your thighs, something caught your eye. There were a couple of light spots in the seat of the underwear - maybe it was some stray flecks of glitter, you could never fully rid yourself of it these days. You put your fingers to the material and your heart sank.

Holes. These, your last pair of cute but practical panties, would have to be thrown out. They couldn’t handle your ass as its current size and you quickly removed them, the disappointment almost too much to bear. The rest of your panties were black, basic, no lace or girly embellishments - they didn’t have to look good, they just had to not annoy you during a day of wear, they had to be comfortable.

Another unwanted change, another thorn in your side.

The urge to give up on this day already was so strong that it was almost like a third presence in the room. You could see it so clearly in your mind, it would be so easy. You would crawl back into bed and sleep your way away from these issues. Then when Ethan woke up, he could breathe life back into you and hold you in his healing arms.

In the past two years, you had traded off being the strong one in the relationship. It wasn’t a set role for one of you to play at all times. You were there for him, to keep him from turning into an actual hermit when the social anxiety felt too powerful. He was always there for you, pulling you back up when the depression felt so heavy that you couldn’t move.

You knew that if you told him you wanted to give up, he would be your strength until you could get back on your feet. He wouldn’t even be annoyed by you waking him up.

You knew that Victoria would be fine to go shopping without you. She wouldn’t hold a grudge, that had never been her style.

Your emergency exit was within sight - you knew the beginnings of what you would type in a message to her.

But you also knew that this wasn’t how you wanted to start this downtime. You wanted to have fun and make happy memories with your boyfriend. You didn’t want to burden him with spending the next five days taking care of his sad girlfriend.

Soldier on - that had been your mum’s answer to pretty much any dilemma you ran into. And it was worth a try.

Maybe with the right distractions you could forget about the thorns in your side. You pulled on a pair of plain black panties and shot a message off to Victoria, asking where she wanted to meet.

………

“Did you wanna get anything?” Victoria asked, so thrilled with finding the perfect red dress that she could barely stand still.

You were having far less fun in the clothes shop, only experiencing a temporary mood boost from helping your friend. Usually contagious, her enthusiasm was failing to hit beyond the surface for you today. The depression refused to budge, there was nothing that could overshadow the dejection that had come after checking a few racks and discovering this shop didn’t carry anything in your new size-range.

Another unwanted change, a new restriction with a metaphorical door shutting you out. This had been one of your favourite places to shop for new clothes.

“I’m good.” You said, putting on a smile. “We can just get your stuff and go.”

“Oh, but you said you needed to grab a couple of things.”

“Right, but not from here. I need to buy some underwear and they don’t have that.” You said. “You know what, I can get that stuff another day. How about we just concentrate on your costume? Did you need any more coloured extensions?”

She was watching you carefully as you spoke and you wondered how much extra she was picking up, how much she could sense just from your demeanour.

“I got literally every colour of the rainbow and then some, I think I’m all set.” She said. “We can find a lingerie shop, there must be one close by. And I won’t make it weird by saying shit like, ooh Ethan would love that. No nudge and wink if you don’t want that.”

You smiled. “You can nudge a little.”

While she paid for her purchases, you wandered over to the shop exit, phone in hand so you could Google the closest lingerie store. You spotted a Starbucks and wondered if finally getting a coffee could turn this day around.

After finding that there was a lingerie store on the next level of the mall, you opened up the messaging app. Next to the screen name Edgar Wonderboy, there weren’t any pending notifications - you were left to question if your boyfriend had awoken yet.

Your thumb hovered over his name and you considered sending him a message. It didn’t have to be anything poetic or well thought out. You could send just a sad emoji and he would know to not make any plans for the night because you were in need of quality time in the form of cuddles.

Before you could send a single word, or otherwise warn him of your wallowing, Victoria had appeared at your side. She showed you a smile, placing all of her attention upon you as she returned her phone to its spot in her backpack.

“Lead the way.” She invited.

You found the escalator up to the next floor and hopped on, chatting as you went. She wanted to know if you thought it would be worthwhile to help her get into character by practising her New Yorker accent. After hearing it once, you concluded that any accent wouldn’t be necessary. She feigned offense over that remark.

But you won her back by telling her that it didn’t matter what she said - the costume screamed Cyndi She’s So Unusual Lauper so loudly that no one could possibly question it. She was surely going to be the best dressed and that brought her smile back to full power, because if there was one thing that she truly loved (even more than her dog or her favourite guitar) it was being the best.

She was chipper again, but you felt yourself freezing up as the lingerie store came closer, now you could see the illuminated sign.

“Can I ask you something?”

You momentarily clenched, a feeling like dread starting in your stomach. But you did your best to smile as you looked over at her. “Sure.”

“Is everything alright? You just don’t seem quite yourself today.”

You cleared your throat uncomfortably. “Yeah, I’m just a bit tired. You know, with Ethan getting in so late and all…”

She smiled knowingly, a twinkle in her eye as you both stepped over the threshold into the shop. “Oh nice.”

“No, not like that.” You said with a scoff. “All he wanted to do was cook.”

She laughed, shaking her head a little. “That boy - he really was born to be a malewife, huh?”

“You’re tellin’ me.”

She had immediately begun to reach for the racks of undergarments - without hesitation or second-thoughts, without any fear. There wasn’t any pause to consider what was or wasn’t right for her, it could all be hers.

You were quite the opposite, with both of your hands twisted around the shoulder-strap of your bag. You weren’t letting your interest become captured by the different designs. The only colours you were paying attention to were those that corresponded with the different sizes, looking for the colour that you could belong to.

“So you spent the whole night watching him cook?” She asked.

“Pretty much. Oh, and there was wine, a whole lot of wine. And I had to wait until after midnight to eat the gnocchi, ‘cause God forbid he make something out of a packet.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah and I’m sure you hated every second of that.”

You smiled, what felt like the first authentic one of the day. “Look, it’s easy to not bitch about how long the cooking takes when he’s so damn entertaining. The Elton John started playing and he was swaying around but he’s got that serious look on his face the whole time. So he’s singing along to Crocodile Rock, but his face is dead serious like he’s concentrating on defusing a bomb or something. And then somehow there was pesto sauce in his hair, probably got there while he was dancing. So it was a lot, but it was a billion times better than just shoving a frozen pizza in the oven for ten minutes.”

Your cheeks filled with pink embarrassment when you looked up to see that she had turned her back on the rack, suddenly finding you to be the most interesting thing in the store. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, feeling awkward. “What?”

“No, it’s nothing.” She said, grinning. “I was just thinking about how he’s a really big dweeb. And that he’s lucky to have someone like you, someone that lights up when they talk about him, even after so much time. You are still so into him and every little thing his goofy-ass does. And now, I feel like I’m seeing you clearly again, I can recognise you, you’re back, you’re you again.

“And don’t be embarrassed.” She said as you curled some hair behind your ear. “He does the exact same thing about you. You should hear him - every story that he tells starts with my girlfriend this, my girlfriend that and whenever he’s grumpy, we know he just needs to call you.

“We literally have a shorthand for it. And I don’t mean like me, Tom and Dami. I mean every part of our team. We just say E.T. ‘Cause E.T. phone home, right?”

You smiled. “I didn’t know that.”

“Right, well why would you? You wouldn’t hear it because we don’t need to use it whenever you’re around. And it’s only a recent thing anyways.”

You filed this away, wondering how he would react if you brought this to his attention.

“What do you think of these?” She asked, holding a pair of panties up for your consideration.

You tilted your head to the side as you looked over the unique design. It was made up mostly of black lace, aside from a shock of pure white fabric that made up the crotch panel. It was such a bright white that you thought it could reflect light.

“It’s weird, I think the lace is cute but the white is throwing me off. It’s so damn white, I feel like it’s gonna glow in the dark.” You said, making her laugh. “But hey, no judgement if a glowing pussy is what you’re going for.”

“Look, I’m all about power to the pussy.” She said with a smile. “But that does seem like a bit of pressure, right? To brag about the pussy being so superior that it’s celestial, that shit glows.” You laughed loudly at this, making a few closeby shoppers look your way.

The two of you drifted off in different directions, to explore different items. She was looking at bras that were full of colour, with all variations of patterns that drew the eye.

You headed for underwear that didn’t busy itself with too much flair. As an asexual, you had never fully understood the potential of underwear to intrigue or attract a partner. There were times (on hot days at home, when you didn’t bother to put pants on) when Ethan would comment that a certain pair made your butt look good and that felt nice. But the thought of special sexy underwear to wear for a special occasion like an anniversary - it had always failed to truly motivate you.

On the rack before you, there were packs of basic black briefs and you had to reach for a size that was new to you. This acceleration had snuck up on you and you felt paranoia wondering how noticeable it was to everyone else. Were the other women in the shop seeing how fitted to your stomach these overalls were? They had been relaxed-fit when you first bought them. But you thought they still looked alright, not a terrible option for a casual shopping trip. So long as you avoided lingering in front of any mirrors, you could remain (mostly) secure in this decision.

You had two packs in hand as you sought out Victoria, she seemed to be struggling to choose between two bras of varying leopard print design. You couldn’t contain a sarcastic smile as you walked over to stand at her side.

“Since when do you need to buy bras? You’ve worn how many, like, one in your whole life?” You teased.

Her mouth dropped open and she gasped dramatically. “When I checked the weather forecast for today, there wasn’t any mention of this much shade.”

“Sorry, sorry, I said no judgments before and I meant it.” You said. “But, if I could just be allowed one last judgement…” Her side-eye changed to a look of genuine curiosity as she nodded for you to go on. “Don’t buy that one. The diamantes make it look cheap and tacky, like, that’s something a cougar would wear and you are not a cougar.”

She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she thought this over for a moment longer, before ultimately choosing to agree with you. “I like this one better anyways. The purple makes it cuter. I must be going loopy from low blood sugar or something if I thought I needed to look like a cougar. Can we get lunch or are there other things you need to get?”

“Nope, just these.” You said, pleased when she didn’t ask to see your dull selection. “Let’s get you fed before you flip out and completely change your aesthetic.”

………

You could feel that your own blood sugar levels were crashing as you headed from the bus stop, towards your apartment. But it wasn’t making you loopy as Victoria had described her symptoms - you were just plain grumpy. The salad you had eaten at lunchtime had failed to fill your stomach and you could feel the hunger altering your behaviour, your thoughts, your reactions.

You and Victoria had gone your separate ways, with the blonde in high spirits, her hands full of shopping bags. You had only bought the two packs of underwear - there would be no giddy showing off your cute purchases to Ethan. In fact, you were feeling a sinking stone of regret over what you had bought. It was tempting to see it as unnecessary, surely you would be soon needing to buy items in an even larger size. Would these new panties still be comfortable to wear in four months time?

You wondered if washing the dishes would give you enough time to clear all of this negative clutter out of your head. If you could clean your kitchen, you could feel a little less self-hatred.

You rode the elevator up towards the top of the building. Your eagerness to see and spend time with Ethan was in direct competition with all of your insecurities.

You unlocked the front door, pushing it open to be immediately greeted by the sweet scent of vanilla. This was coming from a pair of tall scented candles, alight on the raised bar portion of the kitchen counter. It was a relaxing sight that was uninterrupted by the rest of the kitchen, where all signs of last night’s carnage had been entirely cleaned away.

It was an unexpected relief that eliminated a weight from your shoulders. You were always pleased when Ethan took it upon himself to clean. Consistently, this act could instantly give you a feeling of respect being extended to you from your boyfriend. It gave you the insight that he knew how a cluttered home could bring a crowded sense to your mind and he cared that you should feel your best, even if it took away from his downtime. He had been working so hard (his schedule was more packed than you had ever known it to be), you wouldn’t have begrudged him to spend his first day off loafing around as much as possible. You would have understood a desire to spend the day impersonating a big toasty cinnamon bun.

But he had sprung into action - cleaning without you having to say a word, or anything else that might have made you feel like an old nag of a housewife.

He came into view, sliding the balcony door open and waving to you, a cigarette between his lips. You walked past the other rooms, making a direct line to him. “Hey, there you are. I thought I heard the door.” You stepped onto the balcony, feeling a bit better as you looked into his kind face. “I missed you tesoro.”

He held the end of his cigarette between his fingers, putting his arms around your waist, firmly pulling you into his orbit before your thoughts could spiral out of your control again. You kissed him, detecting a hint of earl grey on his lips, along with the taste of nicotine. “I missed you too.”

“Did you have fun?”

There were a lot of ways you could answer that question, but you didn’t want to vomit all of your bad thoughts upon him within minutes of getting home. You didn’t want to break any records regarding how quickly a mood could be killed. Especially not while he was being so bubbly and cute.

“She’s ready to be Cyndi.” You said and it was easy to take pride in this accomplishment of the day. “She is so ready. The only ones not ready are all the other people who are gonna be at that party. They aren’t ready to see such a fierce serve.”

“Sounds great.” He said, before adding a sarcastic afterthought. “And you never over-exaggerate.”

“I’m sure that I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Mm-hmm. I was just about to jump in for a shower, did you wanna join me?”

You still felt stiff, all of the negativity from the day was still clinging. You needed more time to unwind before you could accept any more intimacy. Although the closeness would be nice, you wouldn’t be fully present, your mind continuing to race. It would be less an effort to connect with him - more so about disconnecting from everything else.

“That’s a lovely sounding offer. But I think I need a moment to just have a cup of tea and have a quiet moment to myself now that I’m back home. But thanks.”

“Oh, hey, funnily enough, I have tea.” He said, producing a mug from beside the ashtray on the small patio table. “I literally had one sip and then I realised I couldn’t find my lighter, so I had to go looking around the whole house, and I guess, by the time I got back, it totally slipped my mind.”

You accepted the mug, which still held some warmth. “You don’t want any more of it?”

He gave you a kiss on the forehead. “No, it’s yours now. I’ll see you in a bit.”

He went inside, happy to leave you to your thoughts. The two of you had always shared a mutual bond over seeking refuge in solace, in the quiet that could be found in the world. He understood how much social situations could drain your energy and how all you needed was some time alone to recharge.

He was the same. And he hadn’t fallen out of the habit. The time apart hadn’t dulled his instincts when it came to taking care of you.

Your hands were trembling slightly as you brought the cup to your lips for the first sip - a somewhat familiar symptom of your hunger. The tea wouldn’t make this go away.

But slowing yourself down would provide you with the time to pull those thorns out of your side, the pain they represented had mostly been alleviated. You knew they wouldn’t be gone for good, but for the moment, that sting of self-hatred didn’t bother you as much. The tight feeling in your chest was gone and you could relax.

Everything was in its rightful place and it was all thanks to Ethan. He was there for you exactly as you needed, there to bring some clarity to all of the chaos whirling between your ears.

You felt safe with him. But when would you feel like this wasn’t about to be snatched away from you? When would you feel deserving of his love?

Your thought process was interrupted, when your view of the sun setting over the city was blocked by a single red rose placed directly in front of your face.

You smiled, taking the flower by its dethorned stem. “You’re so sweet.”

He kissed you on the cheek, one arm going around your middle as his body warmed yours. “I’m just really happy to be back home with you. I can look at you whenever I want, I can hold your hand whenever I want. I can say I love you whenever I feel like it.” You could feel your insides turning to jelly and your smile grew wider. “It’s like getting to go back to speaking Italian after a full day of doing press in English. Everything just makes more sense, it’s less daunting, when I have you.”

“And you’ll always have me.”

“That’s the plan.” He kissed the side of your head.

“It’s a good plan.” You gave his hand a squeeze. “It’s simple.”

“And easy to remember.”

You twirled the pretty flower between your fingers, feeling the threat of getting choked up. “You just got me a rose, just ‘cause?”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Well, Vic did message me, saying that you didn’t seem quite yourself, like you were distracted or something. So I figured, if there was anything I could do to make you feel better, make you feel special…”

You turned around, knowing that your vocabulary wouldn’t be enough to express how much his words meant to you, they wouldn’t be enough to express how the warmth of his words reached every part of your body, all the way down to your toes. You slipped your arms around his shoulders and he rested his forehead against your own, allowing you to stare into his eyes. In that rich brown, you saw safety and acceptance. You saw the man who had been there through every storm of your mental illness, holding your hand with unwavering strength.

“Something wrong tesoro.”

Someone else may have posed this as a question. He didn’t waste any time doing that, not after two years of learning how to read you like a book.

“Yeah, but it’s not… Nothing new, just the depression.”

The members of team Måneskin weren’t the only ones who had a shorthand. When talking with Ethan about how you were feeling, you knew which words to say to alert him to a particularly difficult mental health day. By saying just the depression - he could know that it didn’t feel like anything you couldn’t handle. If he told you that he was taking to the bed - you knew it was something more serious that wasn’t likely to be resolved within the day. You knew to not expect him to get out of his pyjamas and a lot of your day would be spent making him cups of tea. You had codewords that allowed you to let the other know of how much the burden of mental illness weighed day-to-day.

“Okay, can I get anything for you?”

You nodded your head, dropping your line of sight from his eyes. “Is it too early for dinner?”

“Not at all, I was gonna make spinach puffs.”

“Awesome.”

“Can I get your help, sous-chef?”

“Sure thing, Edgar Ramsay.”

“I’ll even let you pick the music.”

Being his sous-chef was more about keeping him company than doing too much of the food prep. You spent a few minutes chopping, but mostly you just told him what looked like the correct size of filling per pastry parcel.

You stole from the pile as he was grating cheese and you could feel that you had hardly stopped smiling, you were laughing a lot more too.

It was like stepping inside after a long walk home in the cold, persistent rain. With your hungriness subsiding, you were able to appreciate what you had.

You could see clearer and what you were seeing was that the important things were still the same. The unwanted changes had failed to shake Ethan - who was known for being as steady as a rock.

After placing the tray of uncooked food into the oven, he turned to where you were seated at the counter. “Do you wanna talk about what’s going on?”

“No, it’s kinda hard to explain and I’m just trying to not think about it.”

“Fair enough. Did you want a drink?”

“I could be talked into some pink wine.”

He nodded and began to fetch the wine glasses from the cupboard. “Rosé, I wonder where you got that idea…” You could hear that he had begun to quietly sing along to the song that was playing. But when he looked up to hand you the drink, he confidently mimicked David Bowie’s lower range. “Let’s dance.”

“You’re still opening your mouth too much.” You pointed out - while his impression had improved, there was still a lot of work to be done. “Watch the music video, he’s very clenched.”

He pinched a couple of pieces of cheese between his fingers, throwing them in your direction. “You go watch the music video.”

“Scusami, I don’t need to watch the music video to know how he looks. I already have it all up here.” You said, tapping your fingers against your forehead. “Behold, the superior Bowie impression…” You clenched your jaw and did your best to not move your mouth as you delivered the two words. “Let’s dance.”

He pointed at your mouth, a look of great disbelief on his face. “What is that? What is that lip curl? We’re listening to Bowie, not Elvis.”

“That’s what he does. It’s only a little bit, but he does.”

He shook his head, muttering to himself. “If you tell me to watch the video again…”

You fought back a laugh as you said, far louder than was necessary. “Watch the music video.”

He was rolling his eyes and taking a sip of wine when the song changed - the randomisation of the playlist took you away from David Bowie before the discussion could be taken any further. He turned around, putting his back to you as he opened up more cupboards. But you could hear that he was still singing along, you wondered if he was conscious of how he was bouncing his right hip out in perfect timing with the beat of the drums. Whether he knew that he was doing it or not - the little dance move was adorable.

You downed some of your rosé before going over to where he was pulling out some plates. He hadn’t noticed you, providing you with the element of surprise.

You waited for the right moment, listening carefully to the beat until you could sync your movements to the drums. As he popped his hip to the right, you swung left to collide with him.

The plates rattled in his hands as your momentum threw him off of his balance. He turned to you, his face full of surprise. “What are you doin’? I could’ve smashed these.”

You smiled, answering by singing along to the chorus. “I want to love you madly.”

This defence succeeded and he put the crockery safely down on the bench. He turned his full attention to you, arms going around your body. “I want to love you…” In the brief break between words, he pecked you on the mouth. “Love you…” He kissed you quickly. “Love you madly.”

You initiated another kiss, curling your hand into a fist around his shirt. Your giddiness was expressed through one foot leaving the ground, popping into the air behind you.

You were smiling when you pulled back. Even though you felt incredibly close to him right now, you knew that you could be closer.

“I get scared.” You admitted.

For a moment he was confused, he hadn’t anticipated this abrupt end to the singalong. He cupped your face in his hands, preventing you from looking away.

“What scares you, tesoro?”

“I’m just scared that I’m gonna get lost in all of the changes.”

“Hey, I don’t care about anything else, literally nothing in this entire world could change how I feel about you.” He said, eyes scanning your face as he studied your expression. “It’s you and me, and nothing else matters.”

You smiled through a sigh of relief. “I love you.”

“Madly?”

“Madder than madly.”

You put your arms around his middle, holding him as close as physically possible. You put your lips to his, drawing in deeper until you could taste him. He placed a strong arm around you, his hand on your back, holding you steady, holding you to him. And it was all that you had ever needed, the song played on.

‘I want to love you now. I want to love you madly.’

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