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Hi, I hope you don't mind this message, and idk if anyone else has told you, but there's this troll going around on Tumblr named @/freethepuppet. They claim to be “fighting for justice in the puppet industry”, but really they're just sending hateful and threatening messages to Welcome Home and My Friendly Neighborhood artists/fans.
I myself have receive multiple death threats from this person, and they have sent threats to many of my friends over the matter, some of which are minors.
Because of this issue, I have decided to keep myself and my friends anonymous, especially considering the fact that @/freethepuppet intends to send threats to PartyCoffin himself, along with the creator behind My Friendly Neighborhood.
I just wanted to warn you about this person, so that you can block and report them, as well has tell others in the community about the troll. If you decide to ignore this, then that's fair and I respect your decision.
In any case, I hope you and your friends stay safe. Best of luck!!
blocked! thanks for letting me know! to add on to this, a little advice for everyone:
Don't Engage With This Person At All!
Don't Look At Their Stuff, Don't Respond To Messages, Don't @ Them Or Give Them The Time Of Day. Just Go Block Them And Let Them Exhaust Their Own Hate
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hrrorflm · 1 year
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I want to hear you.
Sebastian Vettel x fem!reader.
Warnings: fluff, a lot of fluff, English isn't my first language, age gap, slight mentions of sex.
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It had been a pair of difficult days for you, between school and the problems at home, aside your own problems between missing Sebastian for his job and your insecurities hitting all the time for feeling not being enough as a friend and a girlfriend, everything makes you feel bad and sad. At least today was friday, which means you can be able to have some rest from the major part of your responsabilities and enjoy some time for yourself but still something was bother you. And the fact of your mother taking it out on you for a fight with her boyfriend was not the way you wanted to be welcomed home after a very long and tiring day.
The walk to your room feels like you're walking a hundred miles, until you finally walk in and the tears begin to roll down your cheeks, the low sobs and the pounding of your fists against your legs become all you can think about. Dropping the backpack on the floor, the best thing you can do is shorten the distance between your tired body and the bed, just to drop there and hug yourself. How much you wish you were in Sebastian's arms right now, listening to his soft, calm voice with that accent you can still make out perfectly, taunting him every time he tries to hide it and it comes out.
There is nothing in the world that can make you feel happier and safer than Sebastian, listening to him talk to you, whispering sweet words in your ear and putting his arms around you every time he is close to you. And like a divine sign, or maybe a special connection that binds you to him, the phone in your room starts ringing, not wanting to disturb anyone you pick up the receiver and answer, trying to hide that you've been crying.
"Hello".
"Honey, what's wrong? Did something happen? Are you okay?" The tone in Sebastian's voice lets you see that he's worried about you, so trying to calm your breathing and sobs, you answer a little more calmly, "It's just, it's just that I've had a rough couple of days, and I miss you. It's been so hard being away from you, without you, I needed to hear your voice."
"My voice?" A soft laugh is heard on the other end and a small smile is inevitable on your face, for which you immediately respond "Don't laugh! I like hearing your voice, it's like a calming." Sebastian can guess that there's a smile on your face, and that makes him feel better after hearing you cry at first. "Why? I sure sound like an idiot, love", he's trying to make you laugh, cheer you up, you know it perfectly. That's how he is, always wanting the best for you. "I like listening to you because you transmit peace to me, and it reminds me of the first time we met, it was the strangest thing in the world."
The first time they met, Sebastian walked into the same bakery you were in, quite a coincidence. And his gaze, unable to move away from you at all times even though he avoided your gaze every time you tried to catch him, led you to ask him not very nicely if he was looking for something or if he knew you. The blush on his face and the multiple hasty apologies he told you was the funniest thing about it, and the fact that you looked too young in that short pink dress didn't helped at all, but his voice was definitely the icing on the cake, because even though he looked very embarrassed, his voice remained calm.
The silence that existed between you for a couple of seconds was the key for him to ask about your state of mind. "May I ask why the love of my life was crying?" sounds sweet, kind, and you're totally grateful.
"A fight with mom, I've been feeling so stressed with homework and tests, and I've felt so left out by my friends, I don't know, maybe I'm just overthinking."
"Did your mother get mad at you, love?" Sebastian knew perfectly well that your mother suffered from bipolar disorder, and that sometimes that didn't turn out well for you because you were the one who had to deal with the constant mood swings, which also ended up for affecting you.
"I think so, she had an argument with her boyfriend, I don't know, but I was there to take out her anger so I ended up paying the piper" you shrugged even if he couldn't see it, but it was something he figured you would, after all, he knew you like the back of his hand.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, but you'll see that with the new treatment your mother will feel better in less than you think," he murmured softly, hoping that would calm you down a bit.
"I know, I just wish she realized that all of that hurts me, and who he should be mad at doesn't," the helplessness in your voice makes Sebastian sigh. Sometimes all he wants is to take you everywhere and keep you happy and safe. Your voice comes back through the earpiece "but thank you, my love, thank you for listening to me."
"You know I do it because I love you" his sweet voice reaches your heart, and that makes you smile. "Hey, I know something that will cheer you up", opting to change the topic of conversation to not continue on it, his voice takes on a playful and hoarse tone, so you can already guess what it is going to be about.
"Sebastian, I'm not going to do that to you again! Last time I couldn't stop laughing and I almost got caught", her laughter soon becomes present and you catch it, remembering the first time they tried to have a sex call.
"Why not? You don't like me anymore? Surely you have a new boyfriend and that's why you don't want to do it", you know he must be making a dramatic gesture with his face because his voice is totally a mess trying to hide his laughter, and your cheeks are colored a soft red.
"Yes, he does it to me like a god every time we see each other, but that happens every two weeks" your giggle makes him smile and his ego feels alluded to by what you just said, so the call continues like this, between laughter and an occasional attempt by Sebastian to ask you what you're wearing.
There is nothing better in the world than listening to your boyfriend, and even more so when he encourages you not to fall, worrying about you and listening to you every time, reminding you how much he loves you and how important you are to him.
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distort-opia · 1 year
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You're braver than me for mentioning Khoa and Joker parallel in this hellsite that very much hate Joker lol. Im holding myself back from pointing out the same thing everytime i read Khoa story in fear someone gonna attack me. But anyway what do you think are the differences between their relationship (ghostbat & batjokes) since they're quite similar with each other. Cause tbh with you the way many describe ghostbat here feel just like they're describing batjokes instead
Ngl, this is one of the things that both depresses me and pisses me off about the current state of fandom. It sucks to hear you're too afraid of getting attacked over expressing a personal opinion on a literal blogging platform, built for this express purpose... regarding fictional characters and within a fandom, which is supposed to be fun. The block button and the filtering options exist for a reason though; I tag my stuff accurately so that people can blacklist, and I don't mind if people block me (I'm quite liberal with it myself). It's just part of curating your little niche, so I definitely encourage doing the same, Anon. Besides, despite the hellsite having its downsides, I've interacted with very reasonable and fun people as well, who dislike Joker or Batjokes but are fully capable of treating others with maturity and respect.
That being said, I agree that Batjokes and Ghostbat share a lot of similarities. I guess that for some it affords the fascinations of this type of dynamic for Bruce without the baggage Joker's character would unavoidably bring (both within Universe, and within fandom). However, there's definitely some essential differences between Ghostbat and Batjokes. Perhaps the most important consequence of them is that unlike Batjokes, Ghostbat has significantly higher chances of not ending in tragedy.
The thing about Joker is that, despite how seemingly desperate for attention and in love with Batman he canonically is, he also... hates Bruce's guts. And I'm making the distinction between 'Batman' and 'Bruce' because Joker himself makes it. Joker needs Batman on a fundamental level. He perceives his own current identity as having been shaped and defined by Batman, and he sees Bruce, the person underneath the mask, as the source of potential weakness and a threat to the Bat's existence. That's because Joker thinks of his own humanity as useless and weak, having decided to discard it and stomp it out. He then proceeds to try and do the same with Bruce's. This has literally been their main conflict since Death of the Family onwards.
Khoa also takes issue with Bruce being driven by emotion. He also considers it a weakness-- Bruce's need to save people, his vigilantism having revenge at its roots instead of a desire to perfect an art. However, Ghostmaker wasn't a direct result of Bruce's actions (accidental or not), like Joker is. Khoa's identity is much more stable and independent, not irrevocably intertwined with Bruce's Batman to the pathological degree Joker's is; and as a result, he's less extreme about it. Khoa can allow for disagreement without resorting to destroying Bruce's life, whereas Joker (at least of now) cannot allow any compromises, any pause from conflict-- because he needs it. Khoa, however, is able to stop and make peace. He challenges Bruce and his need for control just enough, right up to the point of fully enabling Bruce's darkness and self-destructiveness. Joker never stops. He keeps escalating the trauma, the horrors; a pit of knives Bruce keeps throwing himself into.
In a way, shipping Ghostbat is indulging in a dynamic similar to Batjokes, but one that can have a happier ending. Bruce can be a person with Khoa, whereas Joker would tear vulnerability to shreds. The parallels between Joker War and Ghostmaker's introduction arc are so interesting to me also because they showcase this from the start. The final confrontation with Joker, in Batman (2016) #100, has Joker stab Bruce in the back and then almost cut his face off, talking about how he'd then have "to start from scratch." Joker is tearing everything down to have Bruce rebuild it-- alone. The final confrontation with Khoa also includes him telling Bruce he's not enough, he's weak, he needs to become stronger; it also includes being stabbed in the back, but while in a fair fight that has rules. And then Bruce wakes up to Khoa sowing up the wounds he himself inflicted.
That's the crucial difference between the ships, I would say. Despite their disagreements, Bruce and Khoa are on the same side, and Bruce can expect to survive showing weakness to Khoa. Joker is, paradoxically, on the side of Batman alone and also against Bruce. That's not to say it couldn't be different, and that a happier ending is impossible to imagine for them too-- but it's a lot more complicated. Personally, I enjoy Batjokes so much because of how difficult a relationship would be. It inevitably has to involve Joker allowing himself to be human (since otherwise he would not allow Batman to be) and that's such a heavy and complex deconstruction of trauma that's fascinating to delve into.
Hope this was interesting to read through! There's a lot more stuff to say about the differences between Khoa and Joker as characters and their brand of psychopathy, and how that impacts the dynamic with Bruce, but I'm waiting for Batman Inc. and their interaction there to see where DC takes it. (Please let it be good.)
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somekindofsentience · 3 months
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reframing Omori, or are the endings really black and white?
MAJOR OMORI SPOILERS FOR EVERY SINGLE ENDING PLEASE PLAY THIS GAME I SWEAR ITS SUPER GOOD PLAY ALL THE ENDINGS (OR AT LEAST KNOW ABOUT THEM IF YOU'RE TOO SCARED TO PLAY THE NEUTRAL ENDING BECAUSE GOD KNOWS I WAS TOO)
TW: SUICIDE, GRIEF, LOSS, DEPRESSION, MENTAL ILLNESS, GAME-TYPICAL CONTENT
THIS IS ALSO REALLY LONG BECAUSE I'M INSANE. SORRY.
Right. This will be a big write-up of multiple interpretations of the different Omori endings. I feel like the game is quite black-and-white with how the endings should be interpreted, the achievements literally state what is good and bad for the player (and "other", which is also referred to as the neutral ending). But I don't think things are as good or as bad or as neutral as they seem.
Let's be explicit here - you're meant to get the good ending. The game does everything it can to ensure you get the good ending - even scrapping a daytime Hellmari jumpscare to ensure the player would keep opening the door for Kel. You're meant to save Basil. You're meant to defeat Omori. You're meant to uncover the Truth. You're meant to sit there and cry when Sunny and Mari play that Final Duet. And also, we like a story where there's the possibility for a happier ending! Don't you want these little babies you've follow around for 20 or 80 hours to get some closure and peace?
For these reasons, the good ending is usually considered canon, and I personally think the secret ending is also canon. I'll also be considering both canon for the sake of this post, although that isn't really relevant, since I'm going through all endings.
With this in mind, let's consider each ending.
THE "GOOD" AND SECRET ENDING.
This one is by far the easiest to flip the switch on. Since it's left ambiguous as to whether or not Sunny is forgiven by his friends, it could easily lead to a far worse ending where Hero throws Sunny down the stairs, or he is never forgiven, or other horrible events occur. Arguably, the point of the game is Sunny's personal acceptance, so whether or not his friends forgive him is so irrelevant that it's up for player speculation.
But that's all so simple, and all personal interpretation. I think considering the actual canon is far more interesting, particularly how it may affect Basil.
You could consider the secret ending to be an objective "good" ending - Sunny and Basil are smiling, and the Somethings fade away. But take a look where each Something goes.
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Sunny's fades away entirely behind him, because his character arc surrounds finding and accepting the truth, and this means admitting to his friends what he has done. In this way, he also somewhat frees Basil from needing to obsessively hide the truth from the others, which is part of Basil's character arc, and quite crucial for the specific event that traumatised them both. This is healing specifically from Mari's death and the coverup.
But Basil's Something seems to... hide itself. It doesn't fade. It is still there.
Furthermore, the credits. Despite everything, Sunny does move from Faraway, the credits of a car rolling by definitely suggest this. I also don't think this fight would deter Sunny's Mom from wanting to start a new life - in fact, she'd probably want to do so more.
Basil's abandonment issues are unanswered.
I believe these issues have occurred for longer than the day of the recital - Basil takes photos of things he is "afraid to lose", we know Basil's parents are absent - and therefore they are a separate problem Basil needs to heal from. (omocat make an Omori 2 about basil pls it would be so good i swear i swear)
Basil means a lot to Sunny. We can see this in the numerous Basil-related things that appear in Headspace - all the little flower facts, the photo album's integrity to the group, Headspace's insistence they are best friends - and we juxtapose this to Basil's absolute state of panic over potential further abandonment, which is heartbreaking to witness, ending with his psychotic meltdown, furiously begging Sunny to stop leaving him. The abandonment of Basil had a massive affect on Sunny's mindscape, where his friend is constantly missing and tormented in Black Space, a forever reminder of the truth and the world he shut away. And from the way their Follow-Up Moves work, a hurt Basil is also hurt Sunny.
This comes to my final point - the Good ending is not objectively "Good" because of the implications it has for Basil, who has the ability to influence Sunny. Basil is missing a massive part of his healing, which is often why he is mischaracterised by the fandom as an insane yandere. Sure, the ending has the potential for future healing, but this ending also has the potential for further mental decline, and even points to the latter.
The ending is better than the others, yes. But it is far from a "good" ending.
Whether or not Sunny is aware of all this is up to you, which could be altered by whether or not you believe the two share dreams.
THE "BAD" ENDING.
Obviously the bad ending is bad. I am absolutely not encouraging the events of that ending, and I genuinely thought it was the worst possible ending - you did all that work to seek the truth and mend friendships and it leads to... that? - up until I watched this one amazing animation by _ysther. Please watch it for context.
Rolling Girl is about suicide, or severe mental illness, at least. Many people believe that the 'rolling' within the song is a metaphor for self-harm, but you may also consider that it is a metaphor for some half-baked existence - this feeling of being barely alive, surviving off the next hit of a potential future.
This animation frames the ending in a slightly different way, at least in my interpretation - that Sunny is exhaustedly trudging through Headspace, trying to see if there is something there for him, and there isn't. Omori and Sunny's hug at the end of the animation is notable - Sunny is in his hospital gown, and the headspace background fades through the air... this is implicit of the Bad Ending. This animation ends with the bad ending, and in the context of the song, Omori accepts Sunny's exhaustion, and sets him free.
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Ultimately, the Truth is overwhelming. That's why Sunny repressed it for four years - it is so horrific that he cannot function in daily life without dissociation, and even with it, he's still a barely functional shut-in. He creates Omori and White/Black/Red Space, and daydreams to cope with his loneliness. At the end of the game, he faces Omori, who convinces him that death is the only option left in a seemingly sadistic way.
But Omori's purpose - just as any mind with suicidal intentions - is not to kill Sunny. His purpose is not only to repress the Truth, but to protect and support him. This is shown in Omori's final hug. When things get overwhelming, Omori convinces Sunny into suicide for their own freedom from suffering. It is a selfish act, which is why Omori spends time deeming Sunny worthy of committing it, but it is also a freeing act.
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Furthermore, we know Headspace repeats over, and this repetitive cycle is innate to Sunny's (and many other people's) trauma. Repress, uncover, repress, uncover. Sunny's final fight with Omori was probably not the first, and if Sunny had survived the bad ending, it probably wouldn't have been the last. Omori is the absolute last line of defense, protecting Sunny and his friends from the Truth. This suggests that Sunny wasn't ready for healing, which lead to the bad ending.
The "bad" ending isn't explicitly bad - it is some twisted form of freedom. By killing him, Omori is freeing Sunny from the guilt and pain that has been destroying him for years. This suicide is the ultimate form of self-protection, Omori's final love note to Sunny.
But it is also a symbol of immaturity, though not necessarily a negative one. The bad ending is the implication that Headspace should have repeated, and the Truth needed further repression before Sunny could accept it. Sunny fell into Omori's trap because he simply wasn't ready, and this led to his death.
People always consider this ending in the context of what is best for the group and everyone outside of Sunny's mind, but they don't consider that, to himself and Omori, Sunny is a selfish person who is worthy of one final selfish act for peace.
THE "NEUTRAL" ENDINGS.
While the other segments were focused on greying out the black and white, demonstrating the more subtle implications of the endings, this will be proving that the word "neutral" should never be associated with these endings ever again.
Please note that I am only talking about the neutral endings that occur when you choose not to save Basil on the final night - we will discuss the implications of the Hikikomori route and its endings later.
The neutral endings are, hands down, the worst possible route you can take during the game. One of them is the only ending where three people explicitly die during the game. If you won't take this from a Basil lover, I'm going to prove objectively that this is the worst route for all members of the group, including Sunny.
Firstly, we have to talk about the dialogue that Aubrey, Kel and Hero say when Basil commit suicide.
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Aubrey thinks it is her fault, for everything she did to Basil. Aubrey will forever blame herself for Basil's suicide, and this quote implies that. Looking at her expression, she's completely despondent. She isn't crying, she is feeling horrific guilt - not unlike the guilt Sunny feels for the truth. She might even slip into his habits of isolation and repression, or perhaps lash out further to cope.
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Kel, on the other hand, is crying - which is incredibly notable for him, because his whole thing is ignorance and smiles - but he isn't blaming himself or the group or even Aubrey, but comparing this death to Mari's. Kel is such a complex character that I have difficulty analysing this particular line, but I personally think Kel is holding some of that childlike confusion, something similar to when he interacted with the depressed Hero. Why does this keep happening? Kel holds his own cycle of ignorance, and here it's broken. Perhaps he's questioning his own ability to "be happy" just as much as he is questioning the deaths.
idk. i'd love to here people's takes on this.
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Hero's use of the second font is particularly notable. This font is associated with truth, and in particular, distortion. The most notable characters who use this distorted font are Basil during a breakdown and Omori - both characters associated with severe trauma and repression, trying to hide something. To me, this suggests that Hero is next.
Hero feels like he is the caretaker of the group - and he's failed, again. He thinks he hasn't been doing enough to protect everyone. He may experience another depressive episode, or that same repression followed by obsessively behaviour, trying to keep everyone alive safe. Whatever it may be, Hero is completely broken, as is the rest of the group. This is the end of any remaining functionality that they worked so hard to build up.
After this, viewing Basil's body leads to his door disappearing, as Sunny slips further into his repression. Something is yet again behind Sunny in the mirror, reminding him of the Truth.
I want to now draw your attention to something stated by the disembodied voice in the Map of Truth.
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'They' is referring to both Basil and Mari, and at this point, Basil and Mari are dead. Sunny is the only person still alive who knows the Truth.
There is no way he can live with this, which is why the Knife Ending is readily accessible - but only if you explicitly seek it out. Within the knife ending, a dial-up rings forever for a call that will never be answered, as Sunny bleeds out on his bed. Sunny's Mom has lost both her children, and Kel, Aubrey and Hero have lost three of their friends, close enough to be family. This is in no way a "neutral" ending, this is the worst case scenario.
But even the Abandon Ending is unbearable. Sunny is the only one left who knows the truth of Mari's death. Implicitly, he has also killed Basil by the player's choice not to save him - which you could take as suggesting he somehow knew Basil was going to die.
The game shows to us that complete repression of the Truth is not possible. Even in the Hikikomori route, cracks of the Truth show in abstract ways - including Black Space 2 and the simulated Mari fight are good examples, as well as the horrific repeated jumpscares prevalent on the night in the real world before moving day. Even if Sunny moves away from the two ghosts he left behind, he will never be able to repress the Truth forever.
These endings are in no way neutral, and I think that's obvious to everyone. These are the worst endings you can receive, even the biggest Basil hater couldn't stomach all of this. I think.
THE HIKKIOMORI ROUTE.
If the good ending has elements of bad, and the bad ending has elements of good, and the neutral endings...
Well. Then the Hikikomori route is the perfect combination of both good and bad. It captures perfect game mechanics, and the peak of repression, but in some ways, it is the worst route you could consider taking.
On one hand, it's the perfect route for die-hard players. Peak exploration, unique information, the chance to level up and buff your characters, free access to the photo album, boss rush, and so much more. I personally love it, and I carefully plan out every aspect of what I'll do on that One Day Left. For Sunny, it is also a symbol that Omori has achieved his goal of "repression", or the façade of it, and will now sleep forever in peace. Dreamworld Basil is no longer a threat to Omori's perfect world (of which the meeting of the two literally felt like a wedding) and defeating the three Somethings achieves repression. Everything is okay, in Sunny's head.
On the other hand... it's the guiltiest route. The player is making an active decision to reject Kel and reality, which makes you feel guilty. It is incredibly difficult to take this route by pure accident, unless you were paralysed by the Hellmari jumpscare the night before. Unlike the other endings, Sunny never sees the truth in this route, only distorted fragments in Black Space and Black Space 2. Sunny never experiences the Something boss fight, but does still experience a Stranger fight, Headspace's final prayer to accept the truth, before Omori takes over forever.
And I don't know about you. But watching that piano fade away in the Lost Library... I felt shameful. It makes you want to apologise for the world you left behind.
It's quite easy to forget all this in the blur of Headspace, but Basil and Mari at the picnic blanket are a constant reminder. The blanket represents safety and protection, both for the party, but also the two left behind in it. Perhaps the fact he is present in the picnic blanket specifically suggests that Sunny is somewhat aware that Basil has committed suicide.
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This route's endings are no more notable than the neutral endings, except Basil doesn't explicitly die in them, but it can be inferred he does from the results of the neutral endings. But the fact that we cannot confirm this just brings back that regret - Sunny has abandoned Basil and his old friends forever, for unrealistic Headspace reflections that Sunny made up. As I stated before, there is no way the Truth can be repressed forever, but it's pure speculation as to what happens after you abandon the group on the Hikikomori route.
thanks for reading, lol. i don't know how to conclusion. let me know your thoughts! this almost felt like stating the obvious half the time but i dunno, it felt cathartic to write.
i may write something about my journey with omori and i may not. this is a place for me to, idk, ruminate on things. i hope i don't become obsessed.
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nutravibes · 10 months
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"Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down." — Oprah Winfrey
It is often said that marriage is one of the hardest relationships to maintain. This is because it requires constant effort from both partners to keep the spark alive and to keep the relationship strong. Building and maintaining the health of a relationship is not easy.
Research has shown that couples who frequently celebrate occasions of joy have greater levels of dedication, intimacy, trust, and satisfaction with their relationships... 
Are you curious in knowing how other couples who've been married for more than 25 years have managed to stay on track?
 So, I set out to speak with long-married couples about the secrets that helped make their marriages last for decades to gather their experience.
Here are some key secrets (wise tips) for couples who are looking to begin their life together from the wise couples.
1. Be sure to keep the Peace- Don't fight like teenagers--don't play games, offer silence, do not fight over the same issue repeatedly or bring up old problems in each subsequent dispute.
The world is never fair and if you're constantly counting to be even, you'll never be satisfied. There are different tasks to be done in a relationship. I may have cleaned my bottoms more often and cleaned up many plates, however, my spouse may have performed a variety of other tasks in addition.
2. Keep Growing- Accept and expect change. Nobody stays in a state of constant change for more than 25 years. Neither should they, except the basic values such as ethics, and morals, the basis of a person's personality. Growth can enhance the happiness of a marriage instead of getting rid of it.
3. Show Your Love- It's essential to do small routine things to show your appreciation. You can do things like getting your spouse his most loved coffee every morning which makes him feel happy. Always schedule a date night at least once per week. Even if your children are still young, make sure you spend time with yourself and your partner. Go out late enough to ensure that your kids are sleeping so that when you get home you don't have to go back into Dad and Mom mode.
4. Stay Close to Family And Friends- Nowadays, marriage is an intimate two-person relationship which we are expecting all of our love and support from and it's not realistic anymore. Keep your family and friends informed. The marriage you have with your partner should always be your main relationship, not the sole one.
5. Don't expect your spouse to make you happy The majority of people's happiness will eventually return to their baseline level even after extremely positive events such as weddings. Happiness is a personal choice and expecting a partner to change to be happy for the rest of their lives is unrealistic and inhumane.
6. Be a Supporter of Each Other's Needs- Being able to separate your interests is essential to an enjoyable union. for instance, "Ben is a fan of sports and is a fan of competition. This is how he releases stress and enjoys himself. I advise him to keep practicing. Learn, improve and have fun with himself whenever it's possible. I am a huge fan of music. I sing with a band and frequently, prior to the performance we do endless practice back-to-back. Sometimes the entire group gathers at my house and stays up until late to rehearse. Harry does not complain, on the opposite, he's happy to see me doing things that make me happy."
6. Have More Sex- In the period of marriage, the desire to be with someone can diminish. But sex can be healthy and offers a variety of emotional and biological benefits which should not be overlooked. In time regular sex can boost your mood, help you become more patient, reduce anger, and ultimately lead to a happier, more satisfying relationship.
7. Keep Laughing- Keep in mind what attracted you to your partner at first and, in the majority cases, was the sense of humor. You may have been feigning annoyance at his antics prior to when you started dating however, he ultimately convinced you with his wit and warm heart. Keep a steady flow of new jokes to keep your companion amused.
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“Remember that creating a successful marriage is like farming: you have to start over again every morning.”
The key is that your spouse is aware that you are proud of your achievements. You must show your appreciation. Making a big deal of the little everyday things can improve the well-being of your relationship. 
By following these key secrets, couples can keep their relationship strong and intimate, and they can avoid some of the common problems that can lead to divorce.
For Couples Counseling connect with Dr. Lenore Millian, [email protected].
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aries-online · 2 years
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Pairing: Isabela X reader
A/N:Sorry I haven't written lately, Been busy working on my novel lol
Summary:you cling to your past crush on Isa, having to watch from the sidelines
Genre:Angst to Comfort?
Requested?: Nope!
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Sometimes when I look in the mirror
I still see your face resting on my shoulder
And my heart beats so fast
That I start to feel alive again
You and Isabela were close, best friends since you were little. An inseparable duo, at least until her fifth birthday, The day she got her gift. You were happy for her, but you got to hang out less and less. Isa was so tied up in her new power that she barely had time for you anymore. You still greeted each other warmly as you aged into adulthood. You grew fond of isa, she aged so beautifully, and you couldn't help but feel so full when she was with you, when she smiled at you. You had to realize that she was practically in a different solar system, a thousand years away, afterall, she was betrothed to Mariano. You had no problems with him, But you couldn't help but feel jealous, imagining yourself in his place. To help you cope, you took to using your mothers old sewing machine
It was a knock on your door that threw you out of your daze. You swiftly stood up, making your way to to door, only to find Isabela Madrigal standing there. "What can I help you with,Isa?" You questioned, avoiding eye contact. "Could I hide out here?" She asked "I wanna avoid my chores and your house seemed like the best option" She shrugged. You took a second before responding "Sure, If any of your family asks, Your helping me with dressmaking"
And the rain, it washes away all the pain
'Cause it feels like the sound of your voice
And I'm comforted by the sweet smells of dew
Because the sunrise reminds me of you
The day of Antonio's gift ceremony was a tough one for you. Because of Isabela. It began to get harder to be around her, You always used the excuse of being busy to spend time together anymore. Which was a half truth, after your parents passing, you took over their small tailor shop. It was a full time commitment that you took very seriously, and it was something you were so proud of. The work kept your mind from straying to thoughts of her, and what the future could have been.
"How have you been [NAME]?" Isabela asked, moving to stand beside you. "Ive been busy" you chuckled, Your voice quiet. There was a moment of peaceful silence. "Its lots of work running a tailor shop" you remarked, Gazing down into your glass. "How've you been Isa?" You asked. It took her a moment before she responded "Alright".
And I'll always find you again and again
And I'll love every version of you
And you're never truly gone
The night casita fell, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Isa seemed to be happier, more free. And when she came to your door the night after, You couldn't help but let her in. "What's the matter isa? Are you okay?" You asked, Bringing her a cup of tea. "I just don't know how I'm going to continue being special if I dont have my gift anymore" She sighed, Her voice trembling "It was barely a few hours ago that i found out i could do more then grow flowers and now I can't do anything" She explained, Her gaze trained to the teacup in front of her. "Isabela Madrigal" You began "you don't need your gift to be special, Not in my eyes anyways". Your words caused her to look up in your direction "Really?" She asked, Her voice soft. "Really" you replied, a tired smile gracing your features. "If you wanna stay the night, You've always got the extra bed" you stated. "Just like the good old times"
As long as a part of you in me lives on
'Cause I'll always find you again and again
You were one of many helping rebuild Casita. Working alongside the madrigals and your fellow townsfolk. Through work gossip, you heard Isabela had rejected Mariano, which gave you a glimmer of hope. Maybe, after all, you would get your chance.
After the work was done, You went to return to your home, only to be stopped by someone Grabbing your elbow. "Hey [NAME], do you maybe wanna hang out later" Isa inquired, her face tinted with a heavy blush. Your eyes lit up, A soft smile tugging at your lips. "I'd love to" you responded, placing a kiss onto her hand. "See ya later" you promised, giving Isabela a wink before turning to go back to your home. A wide smile on your face the whole time you walked back.
And I'll lose you every time
But my love, I will hold you close to me
'Til you fade from my arms peacefully
"Hey Isa" You spoke quietly, Gazing out towards the setting sun. "Yeah" she responded, Her gaze turning to you. "I think I love you" You whispered, Planting a kiss on the corner of her mouth. "I think i love you too, [NAME]" She replied, a soft smile on her face as she returned the kiss.
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Okay so hear me out (this is going to be a long one, probably. I'll try to put it as concise as I can).
Yet another thing I absolutely love about the Captains development is how he talks about the war this season.
When you remember back to earlier seasons he Captain talking about the war was quite literally about the war or stating that there was a war going on as we learn from a lot of interactions: For example "Why is it always about war with you" "The war is over Captain, it's over!" or "The war is over" etc. The last one is famously followed by (I paraphrase) "Is it, really?!" He never really talks about the people involved, doesn't tell tales about the soldiers he knew. He focuses on the facts and not on the humans/the human experiences.
He only once says that Lieutenant Havers has left him for the front. Mind you this happens after a long day where his past literally comes back to him in form of a bomb and where he spends a lot of time during the day thinking about Havers who he had a crush on, reliving some memories. I don't know if you're also like this, but it's often the case that people can't shut up about the people they are crushing on and bring them up randomly. In the Captain's case this is obviously not the case because he is really repressed and doesn't talk about his affections for men. However he didn't have to tell the others that besides him only Havers knew about operation William or that he left. In my opinion this was his version of not being able to suppress to mention Havers. For him it probably felt quite risky especially since he normally avoids the topic and he has this quick little gay panic when he says "he left me" quickly correcting himself. I think it could be that he doesn't talk about his fellow soldiers normally because when someone tells a story, the way they tell it and what they tell can actually be used to infer information from it about the storyteller. And if he were to tell little stories about Havers it would probably end up in the sense of "Captain your gay is showing". So he just doesn't talk about other soldiers but on this one occasion he basically couldn't help it (old emotions bubbling up from all those memories he was just so much on his mind that day) . And in contrast to the Captain in the present saying stuff that show his orientation or at least make the others suspect it, I think the sheer danger and fear of being found out during his lifetime is so engraved into him that he simply keeps everything related to other people from this time under wraps. I think there is an incredibly strong negative emotional link there and also the continuation of a "habit" basically (Don't say things about other soldiers that make anyone suspect and put you at risk). Whereas in the present it is less threatening and less ingrained.
So now obviously a lot has happened between series 2 and 3. The Captain is aware that he is gay, the Captain is happier, he is more at peace within himself, he shows emotion, he's opening up, he almost is ready to come out. And because all of this he actually starts to not talk about the war and only the facts but about the people who experienced it. He know focuses on the humans, the people he knew. He tells how he felt during his first day as CO, he tells what they were doing on manoeuvres, he is talking about the activities they did and how he felt (poor seagull, poor Captain) and even talks about soldiers he knew who either were from Leeds or Halifax. He now focuses on the humans/human experiences and instead of his stern "there was a war on" face he actually smiles!! (Please view exhibits A which are exactly the same as exhibits B later):
Exhibits A
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And it has everything to do with him coming to terms with sexuality and freeing himself from all that emotional baggage that he collected because he had to repress his true self for so long. And now he is already at a point to express himself more freely and authentically and it's like that whole time of his life especially the people in it has stopped to be this really big taboo topic for him.
I am so proud of him and love him so much
So now to the point that made me wanna write this post in the first place.
Let us look at two of those instances where he talks about his emotions and experiences during the war.
Exhibit B.1
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This right here is his smile after he just told us about the butterflies he had on his first day as CO. We can obviously see that he is picturing a memory and despite the smile there is a slight tinge of sadness? and at least for me it looks like a bit more than just nostalgia he actually looks a bit...yearning? like he misses whatever it was that made him feel butterflies. So either he misses being that nervous again on a first day or we go with the other meaning of having butterflies. Which is of course the feeling that is often associated with you being attracted to someone/having a crush for someone.
I mean we all know where I'm going with this but let's look at exhibit B.2 first:
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This is after the Captain mentions that hey did "horseplay in the lake" Again fond smile, a look that seems like he envisions a memory but yet again there is this sadness around his eyes? I mean he talks about a time when they actually for once had a bit "downtime" and probably fun because it was different from their normal routines. Horseplay in the lake sounds like they all could be a bit more carefree on those occasions. This results in him having a has very nostalgic "good old times"-look about him, like in this second he thinks back and misses it a bit.
So let's note here that both these looks are similar and now let's take a look on when he looked extremely similar (though there are a lot of those looks this is however the most prominent one) just without the smile and with more sadness:
Exhibit C
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In conclusion: I kinda believe that horseplay in the lake involved Havers and that he thinks about him when he says that ,
Also I full-heartedly without a doubt believe that the butterflies on his first day are in correlation to the one soldier that we know of that gave him butterflies, which he would have probably met on his first day because he was his second in command.
In conclusion conclusion: there were probably two instances and definitely one in series 3 where the Captain, who has made such a tremendous progress and is moving on from so much thought briefly and fondly and nostalgic..ly about Havers.
And I absolutely love that and I think it also means he is coming to terms with how everything went between them and opening up for new love (probably Pat tbh). It also means that Havers really probably meant an awful lot to him (probably more than just some crush) and I can't.
Edit:
It also means that he has fond memories of Havers to revisit and I love that
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meadow-dusk · 2 years
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I've been having a difficult time lately reconciling the place of music (and everything else) in my life. Of course, I want it to be more. I wish I could travel through time and enter that world when everything was congenial and creative, sharing my time and talent, my thoughts and my spirit with like-minded people. But I can't. Whatever that industry is now isn't something I have any interest in, and the amateur circuit could be fun but it's nearly impossible to access given the circumstances and safety of going out nowadays. Besides, the grass is always greener.
I usually find comfort knowing that here, together, we share the ache for that time gone by, settling for the roles of harbingers of those emotion that music brings to us, and we can briefly escape into the world of these artists and see them as young, ambitious, and in the most fertile period of their creativity. But sometimes, we get a glimpse into the life of a real life person who is actually satisfied with what they have, and that’s when this facade can come crashing down: the harsh reality of passed time, the pain of loving something or someone so deeply even though it’s completely unattainable, the torment of wondering why we can't be happy enough instead of imagining this much, much better fantasy world we’ve carved out in our niche of the internet. Personally, I sometimes feel a very real pressure to want the "normal" things that society values: a steady job where I’m motivated by income and a healthy retirement fund, a family (or at the very least a partner), and stability in a physical location. I feel pressure that I should have it all figured out by now, or at least be on my way. But I find myself at this juncture of life more confused than ever.
So I took some time away to think about all these things and I finally reached a breakthrough: maybe I'm not unsatisfied because I don’t have those things. Maybe I don’t have those things because I'm not satisfied by the concept of them. This music I've fallen so deeply in love with (it's not even the right term, but what else captures the intensity of this connection) has made me reconsider everything, from what I want for myself, to what I'm doing to help people and the planet, to the person I have the capacity to become. These are heavy thoughts, and in a fragile mental state, they're too much. But I'm grateful I get to have them, and I'm grateful to the artists who shared so much of themselves and made me want to meet them there.
I have been saying for a long time that this is my favorite of Neil's songs, based more on a feeling than a conscious decision. Now I think I know why. It's all in the lyrics. The music is obviously beautiful and does everything at all the right times to support the poetry, but the words themselves stir up such strong imagery, and I believe they capture exactly how it feels to grapple with the unease of existentialism in a world where everyone else seems happier or more at peace. Right from the start, the line describing someone trying to come ashore into unwelcoming ports in darkness is so isolating, so pitiful. You know it can't be done: he has no choice but to stay on the changing sea amidst the storm: “still the searcher must ride the dark horse,” the one no one saw coming. It's like an admission, that, if you want to find something actually worth finding, you're probably going to be alone, and you’re probably going to be afraid. And these “arrangements” that are so hard to make with ourselves…since age apparently weighs into the equation, I think are the concessions or the lies we tell ourselves that things are going well, that our situations are actually fine, but they're so hard to believe because all the while we know time is passing and whatever it means to be “young enough to sell” won’t be worth selling anymore someday soon. And I know there's a whole separate verse to unpack but that’s for another day (or one of you can take it 😉).
Those deep, dark places of our minds that open up when we listen and connect to music like this can be absolutely terrifying, and they rarely provide immediate comfort or gratification, if any. But I hope I can trust the process and understand that if I want to figure out what can bring me my own version of peace and satisfaction, I've got a lot more broken harbors to sail my hardships through.
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kandadiff · 3 years
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Runnin' with the Devil 1
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You watched your husband from your place on the couch and pulled your legs into your body in an attempt to warm them, your mind wandering to just a year ago. Where you were in the warm arms of Jay Park, spoiled with champagne and as much sweet things as you could fill yourself with. But now . 'Nothing like how it used to be,' You thought. You missed Jay, he made you laugh, not that you did much of that these days. How could you? When you were in the same house with your biggest enemy?
Your eyes wandered over to the massive ring that stood out on your finger, making your hand look even smaller then it already was. The huge diamond complimented by the other diamonds that rounded the rock, gold encasing their holding and a small red dragon engraved within the main diamond. It was no mistake what this ring truly symbolized. You belonged to him now, The Red Dragons and the Kwon Family.
Your mind floated to when the Red Dragon rescued you from the Brotherhood. You were with Jay on his arm at one of his lavish parties that he threw every year to keep the peace between the families that ran the state. Except instead of the night being filled with the sound of laughter from to much drinks and music from the DJ, it was swollen with blood and gun shots. At first it was Jay that grabbed you when he heard the first gun shot ring out into the air made by some hired man. He pushed you to his second in command, Jackson, and you were with Jackson for a long time until a bullet went through his chest and your face became streaked red. Another Brotherhood member, Chan Bang, grabbed you and seemed to bring you toward the masked intruders who in shock all you could do was watch as they shot down people like it was a sport. Most of them laughing as they did so. You fought against Chan, but maybe it was the excessive alcohol your drank that made you unable to get out of his iron grip or the fear of being next. One of Chan's close friends, Hyungjin brought Min and Suzy, a short bubbly girl and a baby faced angel of a girl who were dating another brotherhood member, and you watched as the masked man shoot both of them point blank as they begged for there life before he pointed the gun at you.
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yA pop rang out in the air and instead of you going into the pile of bodies with Min and Suzy, it was the masked man. POP! Another one shot down Chan, you came loose from his grip as he fell into the piles. However before you could run the shooter grabbed you. "Let's go!" his voice was rough but his touch was gentle yet urgent. He led you through the ballroom avoiding the gunshots with skill, as though he was trained for this his entire life. You knew who he was, everyone did. Jiyong Kwon, son of YoungHwan Kwon leader of the Red Dragon's and next to take over. Once you were outside he rushed you into a car and drove as fast as he can while cops sped past him heading to the bloody scene which would later be called THE BALLROOM MASSACRE.
He brought you back to his lavish penthouse and brought a doctor (thats how you reconnected with me) to check on you and him. Physically, you were unhurt minus a few scratches but mentally- you were not. He suggested you stay with him for a few days until everything cooled down. And during that time, the news of the event, soiled your mind more and more everyday as more and more bodies were counted as dead. People you knew, people who you laughed with, cried with, loved. Gone. No news of what happened to Jay - you presumed he was dead. Only seeing Jackson on the TV, beat up and on crutches. Through all that Jiyong was there for you, one drunken night bringing you close, spilling secrets to each other with the only witness the fire that burned in the fireplace as you drank. Those few days turned into months and soon you found yourself in love with the man especially when he drafted another peace treaty with the other mafia families and excited those who killed at the Ballroom Massacre.
Which is how you ended up with two children babbling upstairs. You aren't sure how you became pregnant - not at first at least. You were careful or at least you thought you were. You used condoms, even had an IUD. But one day you were feeling nauseous and bloated and tender and he suggested going to the doctor. He made me come to the house and take blood, a few minutes later you found you were pregnant. And though Jiyong tried to hide it, we argued or were cold with each other every time we saw each other. 7 months later you gave birth to Anastasia Min-Lee Kwon and Apollo Taehyun Kwon and you were married at a huge ceremony in the city that was more protected then the royal family. But like all good things, that too must come to an end and thats when your life, which seemed to be going to well fell apart in your hands.
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"About" stomach turned as you thought about that day only a week and a half ago. You sat in my house, a smaller less extravagant house then yours however the garden that surrounded it was a perfect place to sit. A gazebo gifted to us by Jiyong after I helped you after the massacre, is where we sat. Eating at the small table watching while, Marceline and Salem played with the babies, your nannies enjoying that they are getting a quick break in this picturesque area.
You smiled hearing the sound of your babies laughing, happy to hear it without your father in law interrupting the noise, you were about to comment on it when I interrupted your thoughts. "I wish I could have protected them better." Your eyebrow raised at the serious of my tone but before you could ask I spoke again "with Marcie mostly," I clarified "Salem - he doesn't know all that Marceline knows." I hadn't really gotten into what happened in the past before I showed up back in this town. But I left with a man named Negan and came back with a little girl and a friendship with Mr. YoungHwan Kwon and a body guard only known to you as Suga.
You weren't sure what to say so you said "We do all we can, you know. You're a good mother." You looked at me concerned seeing something clearly on my mind. "Whats wrong?"
"I'm sorry, adi." Confused you just looked at me waiting for me to explain. "I wished I could have protected you too."
Your mind flicked to the bloody mess of that night and you shook your head, in an attempt to stop thinking about it. "You couldn't have known, you weren't even there."
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"I wished that I could have protected you from Jiyong," I said and your mind swirled in even more confusion. "I should have warned you when he took you from Jay. But I didn't want to believe he would do that- I was so stupid. Yoongi told me but I didn't believe him. Then when you got pregnant- Yoongi and me were trying to have Sunday. He was so happy when he first held him, I don't think ive ever seen him happier. The smile didn't leave his face for weeks and even now every time he speaks about the kids his face still lights up the same way it did all those years ago. He even tattooed there names on his chest, that was the first thing he did out of the hospital. I saw the same thing in Taeyang when he had his son, and in Bom and her husband; just pure unfiltered joy." You raised an eyebrow about to ask what that had to do with anything when I looked at you. "When I Jiyong told me you were pregnant, that look - wasn't there. It was something else; something darker, like he had just accomplished his master plan. Then I remembered you told me you had an IUD and you wore condoms. So after I took your blood, I went into your bedroom and searched until I found the condoms and went to the sink. I filled all of them with water and each one had holes in it. I told Yoongi about it and he questioned the other doctor on Jiyong's payroll - after about an hour with Yoongi he admitted to drugging your wine and taking it out."
Your heart sunk, no, your husband wouldn't do that to you. I was mistaken - it had to be some kind of joke. You shook your head but I nodded.
"Its true." I said "and he found out I knew, thats when you caught us arguing. He knew after getting you knocked up, you'd marry him. He pretended he was the perfect husband so why wouldn't you?" You looked down at your ring instantly feeling nauseous.
"Why didn't you say something?!" you shouted bitterly catching the attention of the nannies. I waved at them to continue and told you to stay quiet. "Why should I?!"
"Because he's listening." I said motioning to the ladies. One of them carried a small device pinned to her chest, it was supposed to be just a pin but I knew what they were. A little transmitter like Negan used to use.
You're heart beat fast in your chest and you forced yourself to be quieter. "why didn't you tell me?" I motioned once again to the kids. "Oh please, Jiyong wouldn't kill kids." I sighed and unfolded a small series of pictures. There you saw pictures - candid shots of mine and Yoongi's small family, shopping, eating, taking them to school along with a phone number written in Jiyong's district handwriting along with the words 'Keep my secret and ill keep yours'. "What does this mean? who's phone number is this?"
"Negan's." I said simply and before you can ask why can't he know I stopped you. "I didn't just leave Negan. I escaped from him, he wouldn't let me leave and he killed everyone who tried to help me or talk to me. His entire fucking compound is decorated with the body parts of people I used to be friends with. He wanted me to rely on him and only him. He wouldn't even let me out with Marcie without him. When I left he told me he'd kill Marceline in front of me if I didn't come back to him. For the next week he killed a woman every single day, just cause they sort of looked like me. The day I got out of that town he killed a woman and her son because he thought it was me and Marcie in disguise, the little boy was only 4 years old and he shot him in front of his mother and strung her up on a tree in the park. Imagine what he would do to them" I looked at the laughing children, "or Yoongi, I know if I ever see Negan again I'm dead but I'm not going to let him find out about anyone else."
For a while you were silent, sitting in the news that shattered your view of your once perfect family. "Why now?" You asked after a while.
"We're leaving - it's the only safe option and I want you to come with us. Take your children and come with us. You aren't safe there." I said and you let out a shaky sigh "Yoongi is the best at disappearing; we'll be untraceable." You heard the nannies in the distance telling the kids its time to go inside and I stood up. You eyes wandered to the children running towards you while the nannies, wheeled the baby carriages over towards us.
"Mommy!" Marceline shouted holding up a handful of flowers "Look!" The nannies approached at a quick speed, to quick for your liking; if you were going to meet me, how were your going to know where?
"Look like its time to go Mrs. Kwon" one of them said to you "Mr. Kwon is calling."
"Good;" I smiled acting as though I didn't drop that bomb on you. "Have a good trip home," I lifted your twins out of there carriage and kissed each on the cheek. "say goodbye to your aunt." My children wrapped there small arms around your legs shoving flowers into your hands and pockets, causing you to laugh and hug each of them. I hugged you tight and picked up a flower that fell from your pocket and put it in your hand where you felt the soft piece of paper wrapped smoothly around the stem. "I hope to see you soon."
Now a week and a half later you still had the piece of paper buried in the small flap under the felt of your jewelry box watching as Jiyong laughed with TOP at a show they were both watching wondering how your life got so fucked up.
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hanmajoerin · 4 years
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*adds this WIP to an already burning pile of other WIPs*
I’ve always wanted to try my hand at the amnesia trope and when the right inspiration came along I just had to run with it! 
The story is posted on AO3 and Fanfic.net, but you can also read it under the cut! 
Summary: After being separated from InuYasha for a year, Kagome wakes up to find herself back in the Feudal Era. Without her memory, she introduces a new side of herself to InuYasha, who claims that they were separated for three years and reunited for seven months.
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Chapter 1: A Second Reunion
Kagome found her gaze fixated on her high school uniform which sat neatly in the back of a blue locker. Soft shadows hugged the navy and beige fabric as a soft sound—almost like white noise or static—seemed to embrace her thoughts. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Kagome reached out and grabbed her clothes. Exhaling slowly, she turned away from the locker so that when she opened her eyes nothing would have changed.
It was hard to believe that a year had passed since the Bone Eater's Well stopped working. Like a catalyst, the broken connection between her time and InuYasha's changed so much about Kagome without having to change itself. Her attendance rate soared, her old lifestyle came slamming into her weekdays, her acquired fear of the darkness felt like a slow burn even though it wasn't, and now she had invented ways to carry the consequences. Even though her friends in the Feudal Era were alive and well, they weren't here. Kagome supposed she was grieving but she felt as if she should be... happier. Miroku's wind tunnel must have vanished so he and Sango were probably married with a child on the way. Shippo was probably having a lot of fun staying in the village and playing with kids his own age while InuYasha... everyone always said that he was restless in the village, but Kagome liked to think he was somewhat happy. Not that happy and InuYasha often mixed, but Naraku and the Sacred Jewel were defeated, he should at least be able to relax.
The young high schooler sighed, imagining InuYasha asleep on her bed. He appeared almost angelic then, but afterwards, he and Shippo could easily tie for the title of "Most Mischievous." Kagome hoped that InuYasha wasn't driving anyone insane with that demonic energy.
"Higurashi!" Yua Watanabe, the archery club's captain, called out with a slight wave.
Kagome dropped her hands from the ties of her hakama, offering her senior a soft, "Hi, Watanabe."
As her senior approached, Kagome attempted swallowing the idea of InuYasha with a quiet gulp. "Thanks for all of your hard work this year. I'm really glad you joined the club!" Yua exclaimed with a carefree ease that Kagome envied.
"Thank you, being able to do archery is important to me," Kagome replied, warmth spreading across her cheeks at the praise. Yua nodded a few times in agreement, not at all able to comprehend the meaning behind Kagome's remark. She continued talking, also unaware of how Kagome's thoughts returned to a time that she hadn't asked to leave behind. "Oh, and we're really looking forward to having you start training to compete next year. I know you'll do well!"
Kagome flashed Yua another modest smile but before she could even thank her for a second time, she yawned. "Excuse me," Kagome apologized, but another large yawn stretched at her consciousness. "I'm just going to go to bed now..."
The world returned to Kagome slowly. She blinked her eyes against an overwhelming amount of deep browns and warm oranges. The ceiling above almost looked like the wood roofing of a hut and the unmistakable popping fire and chirping crickets sounded like a lullaby. It's almost like I'm back in the Feudal Era, she thought to herself as she yawned. Just as she was about to turn and settle back into sleep, she heard him.
"You're awake."
InuYasha's voice sent Kagome lurching forward, all thoughts of sleep vanishing instantly. "InuYasha!" she exclaimed, her heart rate sprinting just as quickly as the dizziness in her head. The high schooler clutched at her chest with uncertainty, brown eyes daring to take in the telltale silver hair and amber eyes of the man she spent so many days longing to see just like this.
"Hey," InuYasha began, resting his hands on her shoulders. When—how did I come back? Kagome asked herself as she reached up to grasp one of the half-demon's hands. She never realized that his calloused skin could feel like a balm, working without delay to relieve the past year of her life. InuYasha was seated properly before her, his face highlighted by firelight and grounded by a somber expression."You shouldn't be pushing yourself right now. Kaede said you should rest."
Kagome's brown eyes had to be shining as he—InuYasha!— gently lowered her back down to the floor. She could feel moisture building at the corner of her eyes, too. Of course, there were so many questions she needed to ask, but watching as InuYasha gingerly pulled a thin blanket up past her shoulders, Kagome was just happy he was here. He felt so real; his touch, the timbre of his voice—everything about this InuYasha felt so real. If Kagome was dreaming, she didn't want to wake up. "I can't believe you came for me," she croaked out because she always knew that he would.
"Of course I did, stupid," InuYasha chided, crossing his arms. A small giggle filtered past Kagome's lips as he turned up his nose. When the schoolgirl fantasized about her reunion with InuYasha, he never acted this casual. They had spent a little more than a year apart from each other for the first time since they met and it was entirely too long. Had she not been so wrapped up in her own emotions, she may have chastised him back. "Would have been easier for me to do that if you waited for me like I told you to instead of charging out of the brush like that. You could've gotten seriously hurt, Kagome."
Kagome furrowed her brow slightly at InuYasha's comment. "What?" She asked, wiping away a tear with her index finger.
InuYasha thrust his nose even further in the air. "Keh, don't play innocent; damn ogre's club wasn't that hard, you didn't need to rush out."
Kagome frowned as his words sunk in. "I..." She brought a hand to her temple, rubbing it lightly as she tried to process what the half-demon told her.
All traces of agitation scurried from InuYasha's features at her motion. "Kagome, is your head bothering you? Kaede gave me some medicine to help with that, let me get it for you."
Before he could walk away, Kagome's hand grabbed at his pants, instantly stilling him. "Kagome...?"
"Where is Kaede?"
"'Dunno," InuYasha shrugged. "She probably went home or somethin'," he finished, lightly shaking her hand away and placing the kettle over the fire.
So InuYasha has his own hut and he wanted me to stay, Kagome thought to herself. A molten smile spread across her cheeks that matched the blush she was sure also appeared there.
Kagome rolled to her side to watch InuYasha as he babysat his kettle. Everything from the painted scowl to the delicate way he mixed tea was deliberate and when he was beside her once more, she pulled herself into a sitting position. As he passed her the cup, his hands lingered against hers. It was glaringly clear that InuYasha wanted to pick up where they had left off a few weeks before they defeated Naraku. Still, Kagome couldn't help but laugh slightly, not used to an InuYasha who was anything but abrasive. "You've sure grown up some," she said, tilting her head to the side.
"Uh..." InuYasha replied, breaking their contact to shove his hands into the voluminous red sleeves of the fire rat. "You uh, really hit your head there, didn't ya?" Kagome frowned again—hit her head? Didn't listen to him? She was missing something but before she could even ask, InuYasha grasped her free hand and gave it a tight squeeze. "Listen, when I told you to stay hidden, it was only because I knew I could handle that dumbass ogre on my own. I should have been paying more attention to you, though. You're still learning and I—I should have protected you. I'm sorry."
Kagome shook her head as InuYasha bowed his own. He wanted forgiveness when absolutely nothing he admitted happened to them. Kagome wriggled her hand from InuYasha's and winced, rubbing her forehead again. "Are you real?" She nearly whispered, tears forming once more. Kagome was used to the dreams—it would be so easy for him to deny it or stumble over his words or maybe just admit that all of this was just another fantasy her mind played out. But when she saw how the anxiety accumulated across every aspect of her half-demon's body, Kagome had a feeling she really was awake. "It's just that I—" she cut herself off. She needed to stand and maybe get fresh air or something. The world spun beneath her feet, but InuYasha was there, catching her and he was really there—they were really together. "Oh InuYasha," she stated, tears finally finding their freedom.
InuYasha froze the moment she buried her head against his chest, but it didn't take him very long to wrap his arms around her. "I'm supposed to be the one who's upset," he reminded her, hands softly stroking her hair. "You're really starting to worry me, Kagome," he admitted then and Kagome shook her head, lifting her dewy eyes up at him with a relief she thought would never be materialized.
InuYasha was different than she remembered and yet exactly the same. Just being around him set her at ease and she could feel some of her nightmares fade away. Kagome was safe now, but even as she sniffled a bit, InuYasha continued running his hand up and down her back, he radiated a peace she hadn't expected after being apart for so long. "How can you be so calm?" She asked him.
InuYasha's brow twitched slightly and he raised a fist, it was almost as if Kagome unintentionally spiked his ire. All she could do was tilt her head to the side. "Because Kaede said that being upset wouldn't help you relax. She didn't tell me it would make you worry more," he ground out. If InuYasha could trade a gentle reaction for an angry one within seconds, Kagome knew absolutely that she was in the Feudal Era again.
"It's been such a hard year without you, InuYasha, why on Earth wouldn't I want you to feel something? Did you even miss me?"
"The hell are you talking about, Kagome?"
Kagome frowned. Well, it was good to know that InuYasha could still unintentionally spark her ire, too. "My life has been absolutely miserable without you!" She blurted out, pressing an accusatory finger against his chest. "Do you have any idea how difficult things have been for me? And now you're just standing here like... like you haven't even thought about me on—" Kagome groaned, her head protesting at the plethora of emotions running through her mind.
InuYasha reached out, cupping her cheeks in his hands. "Kagome, take it easy," he advised, and she could hear the note of concern in his voice despite how stern it was. She glared up at him. He offered her a crooked smile that quickly faded. "Wait, did you say it's been a year since the well stopped working?"
"I mean, I think so," she said, suddenly feeling sheepish. Maybe her memories were a little off.
InuYasha placed a finger under her chin, tilting her up to look into her eyes. She found that his were suddenly swirling with conflicting emotions. "You were gone for three years."
Kagome gasped, taking a step back. "Three..."
"What's the last thing you remember?" InuYasha asked, picking Kagome up then laying her back down onto the ground.
Although he was trying his best to remain calm, she could tell he was upset.
Kagome swallowed the lump in her throat, reaching out her hand to lay against his thigh. "I just finished my first year of high school," she confessed.
"What happened to me?" InuYasha placed his hand over hers.
"We were fighting an ogre on the outskirts of the village 'n it threw you against the ground."
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Hi :-) I don't know if you're still there for Trevilieu prompts, but I have one and. I want pain. Because the kids in camp play about five songs on loop and one of them is Happier by Ed Sheeran and I can't get it out of my head anymore. I want a story from Richelieu's POV after they broke up for real, no chances getting back together, and Treville actually manages to move on really well and Richelieu sees him somewhere and realises he has really, truly lost him and that Treville is happy. PAIIIN
This is so sad, Alexa please play Adele on repeat.
Oh, @lustigs-maerchenland, I’m so sorry to disappoint you :/ I suck at this promptingthing because I never do what people ask xD. I’m always here for Trevilieu prompts,but I’m afraid I can’t fill yours. I don’t think with all this baggage thesetwo can ever really move on from each other, this universe or the next. Ambiguous open ending though? This is my speciality.
Richelieu was the one to end things.
It was easier than Richelieu thought to avoid each other for that long. Trevillewas away fighting and climbing up the ranks. He himself was busy with the stateaffairs.
They had been doing it for long enough to call it a somewhat permanentfixture in each other’s lives. Richelieu’s political career was flourishing; hemade himself essential to the King. After the exile he held no hopes of evermaking a return, but he did, more powerful than before, hungry for more. Hungryfor seeing France at the helm of Europe, himself at the helm of France.
“This will burn you,” Treville said then. Richelieu replied, fervently,with agitation in his eyes, that it would be worth it. And then, much later, hewas burning up in Treville’s arms and under his kisses, making up with passionfor the brevity of their meetings.
The relationship with Treville was permanent in his life. Other thingsbecame permanent. Things like danger. Death threats. Assassination attempts.
“You should be careful,” Treville warned him then.
“I have everything under my control,” Richelieu brushed off. Noteverything can ever be in control, Treville shook his head and picked up hisdoublet. The dawn was breaking, and Treville had to sneak off to the garrisonbefore sunrise.
Richelieu raised his eyebrow in challenge, and Treville laughed, thedeep and throaty chuckle of his that always made Richelieu’s mouth dry. People,he said, people and your own feelings are always out of your control.
“That’s ridiculous,” Richelieu said then. He had been ambitious and arrogant,he still was to this day, but at least nowadays he had far more reasons to be. Back thenhe had little ground to stand on. “You never even attempt to go into politicsif you can’t control your emotions.”
“You can make people do things, you can’t make people feel them though,”Treville pointed out. “Sometimes you just have to feel helpless and at mercy ofothers.”
Richelieu disagreed, but Treville was already leaving, and he couldn’tafford arguing when he could steal one last biting kiss.
Richelieu had made himself essential to the state business. He hadinfluence, he had power. He couldn’t afford things being out of his control,when the well-oiled machine of France was on the cusp of fulfilling its destinyto dominate Europe.
The thing between Treville and him, it wasn’t meant to last that long.Nothing is so long-lasting in that wretched and dark world Richelieu willinglydedicated his life to.
He was the one to end things because he thought it would hurt less thatway. He quietly hoped Treville would be strong enough to stop him and faithful enough to stay, but Treville nodded and left as suddenly as he’d appeared in Richelieu’s life.
He was the one to stand like a fool in Louvre, pretending to be politelydisinterested and genuinely surprised.
“Cardinal,I’d like you to introduce you to my new Captain of the King’s Musketeers.”
“Captain.” Richelieu squared his shoulders imperceptibly. He knew he cut an impressive figure already, it was his job, after all, to intimidate people, but in this case it was more for his own peace of mind. Into the battle.
“Your Eminence,” Treville touched the brim of his hat. Richelieu looked everywhere but his face, carefully impassive, unmoving and perfectly still. Controlling your body language is easy. Eyes, the traitors, were another thing entirely, and Richelieu couldn’t afford exposing himself like that, not when he’d got that far.
“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted! You will work together often, after all,” Louis left, oblivious and puerile.
At least some things didn’t change.
“I thing congratulations are in order,” broke the silence Richelieu, painfully aware that the hall was acutely deserted of the courtiers for Louvre standards.
“Thank you.” Treville stood there, in the heart of the King’s residence, tall and proud, filling the space with his presence. Unnoticeable at first, once gone, its absence was tangeable.
“I’m happy for you,” Richelieu offered.
“You’re lying,” said Treville simply.
“That’s not your business anymore,” it had been quite some time, and Richelieu hadn’t spent it unwisely.
“No, it’s not. But you can’t control people,” shrugged Treville carelessly.
Richelieu smiled, unpleasant and unnerving smile that made everyone who saw it cower.
“You’ll find that this is exactly my daily job, Captain.”
Everyone but Treville.
“Well,” Trevile’s fingers twitched around the hilt of his sword. “It is all you aspired to, Cardinal.”
He aspired to greatness, but there were other things he genuinely wanted.
“Sometimes you have to compromise and give up one thing for another,” answered Richelieu. “Collateral damage.”
“Indeed,” nodded Treville thoughtfully.
“If you think that these choices are light, you are mistaken.”
Treville returned Richelieu’s smile, twice as unnerving.
“I don’t think about it anymore.”
“Did you?” Richelieu asked quickly.
“I think it’s neither here nor there,” Treville gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, very aware of the emptiness around them. “No longer than you did, I suppose.”
“I do.”
The confession was quiet and brittle, like a faint breath of spring breeze on harried cheek. It was gone before Richelieu had realised it was there.
“I didn’t want the fond memories to be tainted by things that have to be done,” continued Richelieu quietly. “When the wound festers, it’s better to cauterise it before the disease spreads.”
He had thought about it. He still did, in that absent and theoretical way of what-if’s and never-would-be’s.
“It’s interesting you think it was a disease,” Treville finally said, seemingly unpertrubed by probably the most genuine words Richelieu had said in years. “And it’s interesting how you still think that you know what other people might feel.”
Richelieu stomped the urge to move his hands and settled on feeling the fabric of his red robe at his sides.
“As you said, Captain,” he finally dared to look Treville into the eyes. “It is neither here nor there.”
He didn’t last long, of course. But he lasted longer, than he’d originally anticipated.
“Again, I offer you my congratulations,” finally said Richelieu, looking away. “You seem very happy in your position, I can’t wish anything more for such an accomplished man as you, Captain Treville.”
It would be so easy just to ask, how have you been. But Richelieu had been playin the role of a heartless bastard for so long, he wasn’t sure he had been someone else than that.
He really wanted to know how Treville had been.
The thing between Treville and him, it was never meant to last. Richelieu doubted Treville was all that bothered about it.
God knows, how Richelieu wanted it to last.
“I should be going,” Treville looked around for an exit. “New regiment, new men. I’ll see you around.”
“Of course,” Richelieu nodded understandingly. “Good day, Captain,”
“You should sleep more,” Treville noted on his way out.
“You needn’t worry about me.”
“As I have always been saying,” there was a minute pause in his step, but he continued to walk away steadily. “You can’t control what other people feel.”
“Besides,” added Treville, “we will work together often, after all.”
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☾pairing: Jungkook ♡→  reader ☾genre: Angst. Fluff. Mature content. badboy summer fling au ☾summary: "You're ten times hotter this summer, you know that?"
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There was always that rush of excitement when summer came—that feeling of freedom and the urge to run wild bursting at the seems. That's how it was for most people, not you. When the sun shines with no end was something entirely different for you. Summer meant no school, known of those fellow classmates or teachers on your back. Your lively classmates bubbled in anticipation of the bell, the one thing that would free them from this white tiled prison for months. Just one last ring and I'm outta here, you thought. When it finally came you giggled at the students who jumped out of their seats, mostly guys, they huddled together as if they'd just won the state championship. The teacher attempted to calm them but eventually gave up, who could blame them?
“Come on, Y/N!”
Your friends beckoned you to hurry up and follow them out the door, that was currently being bombarded with the whole class. There was no point in rushing, so you told them to go ahead with you. They only shook their heads. You were the resident ‘good girl’ of your group of friends—as good as a high school senior could get at least. As quickly as you could look up you were left in the empty classroom, you looked at the reminder the suddenly came up on your phone. You hadn't received your grade for a year yet so you waited around at the main office for them. Sitting on the bench outside, you waited patiently, looking through your phone until your teacher came out. 
“Ms. Y/L/N, here you go.” You stood up and grabbed the thin folder from her, flipping through it really quick to make sure it was yours. “Enjoy your summer- Oh and congratulations on your graduation.” 
“Thank you.” You two exchanged smiles before she scurried back to her office, anxious to leave this place. She was probably happier to be on summer break than the students in this school. If you had to deal with these terrors in a few months you would too, you had to sit in a classroom with them but she has to teach them. 
Striding down the hall, you looked over the paper, looking over your grades for the past year. One C out of a list of A’s. You glared down at the letter, one project with that delinquent nearly depleted your grade point average—you never forgave him for that and you weren't planning on it. A few steps and you were at your car, fumbling with your keys to open the car door. You dropped them on the pavement. Just as quickly as they fell you bent down to get it but you were stopped as an all too familiar black boot kicked it away. 
Jeon Jungkook. He quickly had your keys in his hands. You tried to snatch them back but he only gave you a smug grin as your cheeks were already reddening in frustration.
“What do you want.” You spat crossing your arms, eliciting a snort from him. 
Jungkook was what some would call a fuck-boy, a bad boy, a heartthrob; just to name a few. But you had other names for him, a waste of a good looking human being; in short. He did what he wanted and could care less if his stupid decisions affected you or anyone else—he loves himself with no shame whatsoever. His charming glances and charismatic ways of talking may have had everyone at his mercy but he wasn't fooling you—not for a second.
“Chill, I just wanted to wish you a good summer, what's the harm in that?” He said
Oh please, you wanted to wipe that grin right off of his face.
“Anytime you try to talk to me, you mean harm. Jungkook, I don't have time for this.” You attempted to snatch the keys once again but he blocked your attempts by putting his hands far from your reach. “Give me my keys back!” You crossed your arms, waiting for him to stop being childish and hand them over.
“Come on, are you serious?” He laughed. “Your panties are still in a bunch about that-...what was it again?” He tilted his head in thought, “'Collaborative project.” He signed quotation marks with his fingers.
“Since you obviously don’t have the best of memory, I'll remind you of what you did to me. While we were supposed to be finishing the project the night before. I had to finish it by myself. While you decided you'd go roof topping with your friends, on the school, during an open house—which, by the way, has to be one of the stupidest ideas you've ever had. You could've been arrested, not that I would care.” You huffed, already feeling yourself getting heated by the combination of the pounding sun and your rising anger. He was sporadic and impulsive, he said what he was thinking and went with the moment—all the time, and it was annoying. 
“But did I get caught? No, I didn't- And you were a doll for keeping your lips shut about it, babe.” He tapped the bottom of your chin and you jerked back, smacking his hand away. You hated when he'd call you that, it was a nickname he came to like because of one incident. There was a tornado warning in the area, when it touched down you sat in the corner of the room, you closed your ears he could've sworn he saw tears.
The day before the due date you got hit with a bad virus and couldn't take in the project so you gave the responsibility to him—bad idea, a horrifyingly bad idea. He never came to your house to pick it up—he didn't even go to school that day, your teacher was convinced that Jungkook got you to skip school until you explained to her that you were bedridden. To this day, you still don't know where he went, and you really don't care anymore.
“I kept my lips shut because I wasn't going through that for you. When I texted you to tell you I was sick, and politely asked you to pick up the project and turn it in you left me on read! And never freaking showed up. Honestly, how rude can someone be...” 
“Ok, and? You stress over every fucking little thing, it was one project.” He retorted, those distinct eyebrows taunting you with every little facial quirk. You snatched the keys from his hand, getting into your car and slamming the door. 
He knocked on the window—your stupid self actually lets it down. 
“What.” Your hands firmly on the wheel as you were getting ready to pull out.
“You never gave me back my headphones, the ones I left at your place. I need them back.” You had to laugh, you know he doesn't think your just gonna hand over his stuff after all the things he's put you through. He's not entitled to anything that has to do with you.
You had something he wanted. You smirked, the tables have finally turned. 
“Ah, you mean the black ones with the blue on the sides?” He nodded, “Yeah, no, I don't know what you're talking about, you must be thinking about another girls house, I know you probably lose count.” You cooed, close-lipped grinning like the petty person you were.
“I know you have them, quit being petty and hand them over.” His attempt to push you into a corner was working to him but in reality, it was failing miserably.
“Now I’m definitely not giving them to you, even if I did have them, which I don’t, you won’t be seeing them anytime soon.” You could tell by the way his tongue protruded against his cheek, he wasn’t happy with you. You assumed he would escalate the argument but he only laughed, you frowned. “Why are you laughing?”
“None of your damn business.” With that, he walked back to where he left from and you willed yourself not to pay him any mind. You get a whole three months free of him, annoying classmates and the school in general. 
Life is looking pretty good right about now.
| 1 Month later |
You sat on the back porch, phone in your hand and a glass of flavored sparkling water at arms reach. So far you've proclaimed your own stay-cation, your parents are going on a cruise soon and you'll be joining them. Some of your friends went off on vacation to Fuji or some tropical paradises, you'd be out of this place in time. Your thumb moved up to read the long work of fiction—you were deep, feeling as if you were living everything described around the heroine. Screech.
 The sound of the sliding glass door prompted you to change the tabs and look back at whoever interrupted your peace and quiet. 
“Y/N, what are you doing?” Jennie strolled her way over to you and sat in the chair across from you.
“Enjoying my relaxation.” You sipped your drink slouching back with a heavy sigh of content.
“Well,” Her hands on her hips as she stood tall, “go pack your bags, you're going with me tomorrow.” 
“What? Going with you where?”
“Do you remember me telling you my aunt and uncle own a huge campground?” You nodded with a suspicious eye. 
“They're letting me bring a few friends to stay for a couple of weeks, you're parents said it was ok if you came.” The smile on her face was one you knew all too well—she really, really wanted you to go, no was the last thing she wanted to hear.
“Thank you for thinking of me but I really don't think-”
“Don't worry sweetheart,” Your mother stood at the door and at the sight of her you realized your chances of getting out of this were demolished, “she'll be there, I know you guys will have a great time.” You cut your gaze to her, glaring at her like she had the plague.
“Perfect! We'll come to pick you up tomorrow evening!” Jennie jumped in excitement, giving your mother a quick hug before skipping out the front door in a singsong hum. There was nothing she wanted more this summer but you in the other hand—have a few choice words for a certain someone for getting you into this. 
“I don't want to go. I'll stay home if you guys don't want me to go on the cruise...” You brought your phone back up to your face. “I'm not going.”
“Don't give me that Y/N, you need to have fun with people your age. You're going and I don't wanna hear anything else about it.” She walked into the house, closing the sliding doors like she's won something.
You couldn't help be sulk—you packed while muttering to yourself. How could she do this? She knew you were excited to be going on a cruise and getting away for a while and now she's sending you off to some camp she doesn't even know anything about. There was nothing fun about being forced to have fun, going to some campground with a bunch of people doesn't sound that great to you. There was one bright side to going to this place, you'd be far away from Jeon Jungkook. You managed to avoid him this long and now you get to flee the city without him harassing you every chance he gets.
Searching through the towel closet you finally found your traveling toiletries bag at the very top with several over travel items. You ran to get your phone as it rang obnoxiously loud—you left the dang ringer on.
“Hello?” 
“Hey! Are you packing?” It was Jennie.
“Uh, yeah what's up?” If you were honest, since it was so late you weren't really even that interested.
“You know Beah’s acting partner?”
You sat at your drawers, pulling out every swimsuit you own and shoving them in your bag. “Not personally...but yeah, I know of him.” 
“Well I told him, him and some of the friends could come since there's so much room at our unit and do you know who he invited?” By the sound of her voice, this could be really good or really bad.
“Who?...” Don't let it be Jungkook, don't let it be Jungkook, don't let it be Jungkook...
“Jimin, Park Jimin, can you believe it? I don't know if I can do it, Y/N. He's just so perfect, you know?” Park Jimin, he was every girl’s crush at least once; you were a little excited to know Jimin was coming too—even though he was friends with Jungkook he was always so nice to you, he was nice to everyone actually. Come to think of it, all of his friends were nice to you—it was him that had issues.
“Wow, do you know who else?” You pressed, wondering if any other heartthrob would be surrounding you this summer.
“Yeah, I think-” You could hear her mothers muffled voice calling her from over the phone. “Sorry, I gotta go but I'll see you tomorrow, bye.” And she hung up. Way to leave you on a cliffhanger.
“This won't be all bad...” You thought aloud, zipping your suitcase case and setting near your room door. Jennie knew you weren't as easy to just get up and go, especially if you've never even been to this place so you knew she was happy you were coming and deep down inside you were kind of happy to go—deep down.
They decided to leave early, just to rub it in my face. 
“Call us when Jennie comes to get you, we'll tell you when the boat leaves.” Your mother started up the car as your dad filled the trunk with luggage. You stood at the front door, waving goodbye as the car took them away. 
You had nothing to do but wait, so you went back inside kicked up your feet and turned on the tv. A few minutes went by and you were out, you stayed up for a few hours to pack and the lack of sleep is getting to you. Your eyelids were heavy, your head rested on the head of the couch and just as you were about to sleep your phone buzzed.
Don't answer—I wonder who I gave that contact name.
You looked at it, when Jungkook tries to reach you it's either for one of your friend's numbers(which you never give him) or you never really know what he wants. But for some reason, you assumed out of boredom, you answered it.
“Hello?”
“Who is this?”
“What the heck? You called me-”
“Just kidding, are you home?”
You sneered, “Um, if I was I wouldn't tell you.”
“You're literally always home.” He snorted.
“I don't know why I even answered, bye.” You were about to hang up but he stopped you.
“No, wait, I wanted to tell you how much of a shitty person you are for stealing my personal property. My brother is pissed too, they're actually his.” He lied straight through his teeth, grinning on the other end of the phone. “I had to tell him they were being held hostage by you, so if the cops show up at your-”
“You're a terrible liar, goodbye Jungkook.” You hung up, he was unbelievable.
A sudden knock on your door signaled that it was time to leave the comfort of your home. You opened the door to be greeted by a smiling face. “Are you excited?” Jennie asked, helping you with your bags, tossing them in the trunk with her own luggage.
“Uh, sure.” That wasn't very convincing, but Jennie knew you didn't want to go originally so she only giggled at your response. You hopped in the passenger's seat, tossing your purse to the floor and automatically reclining. “How far away is this place?”
“About 2 hours.” Lifting a red bull to her lips she sipped momentarily before focusing on the road. Two hours was the perfect amount of time for a nap, she continued to talk about what activities were at the campground and you tried to listen but before you knew it you were knocked out.
“We're here.” She announced. You groggily rubbed your eyes sleepily, looking out your window to see a beautiful spring and little cabins along the side. Your hand went to your sore neck and you stretched, you could already tell you liked it here. It was 20 minutes until sunset—the sun sat just right atop the water.
“Ah, I use to come here every summer when I was a kid, the sleeping bags, the campfire, the hikes, the off campground field trips, I loved it.” She smiled at the thought, pulling into the parking space as you saw a car still unpacking. Beah, Naeun, and her sister Nayeon were arguing over which cabin was ours.
“It's cabin 127!” Nayeon persisted, pointing to the cabin.
“I don't think so.” Naeun sat on the curb eating from a bag of pretzels as Beah continued to drag the luggage out of the trunk.
“Can you guys get your stuff? I need to lock the car- Y/N! You came.” Beah ran over to you and gave you a big hug. 
“Yep, I did.” You nodded as she finally let you go, going back to the car to grab her bags. “I see you guys packed light.” You sarcastically laughed, you saw at least 3 extra bags in the backseat and you could only assume they were Naeun’s.
“You have to be prepared.” Naeun adjusted her shorts as she stood up from the curve, going to grab her luggage. “Which cabin are we in Jen?”
“127, right next to 117 where the boys are staying.” At the remembrance of who else would be joining us all of them erupted in giddy laughter. “Oh my gosh I forgot about them, I think they're lost, they should've been here an hour ago they left before us. Here's the key, you guys can unpack while I wait for them.” She reached into her pocket to toss you the key and to get her phone out, she pressed a contact before placing it up to her ear.
“Where are you guys?” 
“We had to make a rest stop but we just pulled in the campgrounds, where we supposed to go?” 
“Tell the woman at the front desk you're here with Jennie at cabin 127 and 117, she's my aunt so she'll know who you're talking about.”
With your bags in hand, you unlocked the door to the spacious unit, there was one set of bunk beds, two single beds In the large space and the living room had a pullout sofa. You didn't want the sofa but you would consider it for the view of the water since the unit was a bit elevated you could see all the lights of the other cabins switch on.
“I call dibs on the couch,” Nayeon announced, tossing her sleeping bag towards the couch.
“Beah, we'll take the single beds. That leaves you and Jennie with the bunks unless you guys want it the other way around.” Naeun continued to make her way towards the room and you opted for the bottom bunk. You sat your luggage next near the nightstand and threw yourself back on the bed, immediately trying to find the wifi server—no bars.
You sighed, jumping out of bed so you could go ask Jennie how to get wifi out here but when you walked on the side she was at the other cabin giving Jin the keys. You timidly walked over past the fire pit to see Jin and Namjoon. 
“Jin, Joonie!” Nayeon ran up to both of them giving them both a hug, they were like the big brothers of the group. Yoongi was on vacation with his family and so was Hoseok, so they couldn’t come.
“Y/N, I didn’t know you were coming.” Namjoon pulled out his and Jin's luggage, smiling at you showing those beautiful dimples.
You smiled, “Yeah, I decided last minute.” 
“Decided? Your mom literally forced you.” Jennie giggled, pushing at your shoulder teasingly. You frowned, crossing your arms and muttering a whatever. The rest of them picked up a conversation as you saw another car in the distance. 
“Y/N can you grab my purse from the nightstand then we can grab dinner at the burger place down the road, we'll have campfire dinner tomorrow.” You nodded, going back inside to grab both hers and yours.
When you walked back outside you were met with a car full of boys. 3 to be precise.
Time stopped, when you saw Jimin step out of the car and you could see he hasn't changed a bit. His angelic face, his breathtaking figure, it made your heart skip a beat, he was always so perfect to you.
“Hey everyone, sorry we're late we had to stop by the convenience store for snacks.” He laughed, pushing his hair from his face and closing his door.
“That's okay,” Naeun smiled, “We're about to grab dinner so you guys are just in time.” Naeun was an open book, you could tell she had some plans involving him already.
“Sweet,” Taehyung ran to the trunk to grab his suitcase, “we’ll put our stuff in the cabin really quick. Jungkook gets your stuff.” 
Jungkook? He lazily slung those stupidly toned legs (that looked illegal in the jeans he was wearing) out of the back seat and you were the first person he made eye contact with—you mirrored each other with equally confused expression.
You walked closer, just to ensure that it was really him and you couldn't believe it—you're eyes weren't deceiving you.
“You?” He didn't know what else to say, stretching his arms to get the sleep off of them.
Happiness wasn't the first emotion thought of when you saw him either, “This is great.” There was sarcasm in your tone as the rest of the girls couldn't help but glancest the scene between you and Jungkook. “Here I thought I'd have a relaxing vacation.” I might as well forget any chances with Jimin if he was in the way.
“Trust me, you weren't the only one.” He easily lifted his luggage out of the trunk, him being the only one of the three still outside. “I thought you were on your way to the islands with your folks.” He chuckled, knowing your mother told him the other night and that's how he acquired the information.
“I had a change of plans- wait, how'd you know about the cruise?” You questioned. Before you could get a response he went inside with his bags, still rude as hell, you thought.
The night continued like that, you were trying to get over the fact that you'd be spending multiple days on the same land with him. Everybody else was having a good time though, Taehyung and Jimin were having a lively conversation about who has better ping pong skills with Naeun and Nayeon. They were really similar to each other. Namjoon, Jin, Beah, and Jennie were laughing over a hilarious story Jin was telling. But there were two people eating their burgers and fries like an angry couple.
“Ow!” You winced, someone kicked your ankle with enough force to make your leg jerk up. You glared at him—why'd you have to sit across from him... 
“You're hogging the ketchup.” Your eyes went to the bottle of ketchup and you frowned—he was so childish.
“No, I'm not,” You tilted the bottle to get some on the side of your plate, “I just picked it up.” When you sat it down he took it. The red substance dripped onto his plate, clashing with a few his fries left on his plate. You watched as he piled the sauce onto his fries and a little bit of his burger, and shoved it into his mouth. You took your time finishing your food all while trying to join in the others conversation.
“Yeah, I had to stop for a few months because of my back injury but I'm better now.” Jimin gave an explanation for his absence at Naeun’s dance studio. You use to dance at the same studio when you were younger but when you moved you changed hobbies a little. Jungkook was observing the way you looked at Jimin, you'd blush and stammer when he'd talk to you and he grimaced at the sight. He scoffed to himself as the salt and pepper were right next to you, you were so stingy with condiments. 
“Pass the pepper.” Another kick to your ankle and you had enough.
“What is your problem? Its right there just grabs it.” You hissed, kicking him back for once, causing Tae to look at you guys weird.
“Other than the fact that you’re being a bitch, nothing, I don’t have a problem.” He muttered, shaking the pepper onto his ketchup.
“Excuse me? You're the one kicking me like a 5-year-old and asking me for stuff that's right in front of you, you're doing this on purpose.” You groaned, sitting back with crossed arms.
“It's not right in front of me, and being the gentleman I am I wasn't gonna reach over your food.” By the way, he eyed you it was obvious he was asking for a fight but it was the first day, you weren't giving into to him.
“Oh please, you don't care about reaching over my food, you just want to annoy me.” This time I'm not gonna listen to anything he has to say, I'm the bigger person here. Ignore him.
“There were only two of the shirts but Naeun insisted we needed another one so she and Y/N-”
“Shut up Nayeon!” All Nayeon could do was laugh at her sister's immediate defensiveness, everyone at the table especially Jungkook was curious about how you were involved in getting this shirt.
“How'd you get the shirt?” Taehyung asked causing her to glare at him.
“Yeah, I'm a little curious myself,” Jimin added, and the rest of the boys looked at Naeun for her part on the story.
“Come on Naeun, It was months ago, I'll tell them.” Jennie cleared her throat, leaning in to tell the story, “So, our favorite band was in town and they had limited edition shirts it the concert. When we tried to order them they were all sold out, but my brother knew someone who sold the leftover shirts really cheap. So I asked Naeun and Y/N to ride out to get them, by the way, he lived in the straight up wilderness so it took forever to find him- but anyway, when we pulled up I told Naeun and Y/N to go get the shirt just in case we needed a quick getaway-”
“Let me tell the rest!” Naeun butted in, eager to continue the story from her perspective. “When the guy came out he told us to come in inside while he gets the ‘stuff’, so we're waiting inside right and Y/N was like, ‘it smells like weed in here’-” She started to laugh as she approached the height of the story and you saw Jungkook found this story rather amusing.
“That's when you grabbed the shirt, put the money on his coffee table and next thing I know you're dragging me out the door, he's running after us and you tell Jennie he's got a gun.” 
“Which freaked the hell out of me so I broke the speed limit by at least 20 miles to get out of there!” Giggling like everyone else at the table. “Later we found out that he thought we were the middleman for one of his new ‘clients’. Basically, he thought we were there for weed.” You remember that like it was yesterday, the three of you had never feared for your lives more that day than ever. Everyone laughed gleefully, having a good time comparing similarly weird circumstances as you all walked out of the diner. Jungkook began to get in on the conversation, cracking jokes and fooling around with the guys so you were free from that.
As you all went back to the cabins, a certain someone came to walk beside you. 
“It's a beautiful night, isn't it?” You had never seen anyone walk with such charisma, his hands rested comfortably in his pockets.
“Yeah, it's nice...” You nodded, enjoying every second of this short conversation.
“I'm gonna hit the sack, goodnight guys...” Taehyung sleepily went into the cabin and sadly Jimin followed behind him, wishing everyone else a goodnight. Soon everyone trickled into the cabins but how waited for Jennie to get the extra blankets from her aunt. The sky was full of stars tonight, it was something you don't see in the city every day, it was stunning. If you weren't so sleepy you'd stay out longer so you could stare up at the sky, that would be a perfect way to end an evening. 
“Huh, a good girl like you knowing what weed smells like,” Jungkook walked over to you, his hands in his pockets, “you learn something new every day I guess.” 
You shifted your weight on your feet, crossing your arms instinctively from that. “What do you want Jungkook.”
“It's not about what I want.” He quirked his brow, hinting at what he meant. 
“What's that supposed to mean?”
Clearing his throat momentarily he couldn't resist the urge to tease you. “I saw the way you were looking at Jimin earlier, you can't hide it can you?” 
Suddenly you stopped breathing, you glared at him hard, your cheeks flushed but luckily they were hidden by the darkness. “I don't know what you're talking about, Jimin is just a friend...”
“No? Well, you were practically fucking drooling over him.” He snickered.
“I was not...” He over exaggerates everything.“Shouldn't you be in your cabin?” You quipped. 
“Oh Y/N,” He tried to pat your shoulder but you swatted his hand away, “you're secret is safe with me babe, I won't tell him, not now at least.” He bid you farewell with the wave of his hand and without a word you left him, deciding you didn't have to listen to his crap any further. 
The girls were finishing up the shower process when you entered the cabin. How could someone be some bothersome, he literally couldn't stand seeing you mind your own business. He was like that since preschool, he ruined anything good for you. You slipped on your pajama shirt and pantsuit after your shower and threw yourself on the bed.
“Y/N? You left me outside.” Jennie walked in with an arm full of blankets, tossing it on the couch for Nayeon.
“Jungkook was out there...” You rolled your eyes and she got the message.
“Oh,” She drew out the oh, “I saw you guys had a little argument at the dinner, what was that about?”
“You know we don't get along.”
“Yeah, but you guys can set your differences aside for the sake of everyone else for once. I'll be honest, Jungkook is hot, you guys might find out you really don't hate each other that much and hook up or something-”
“Not in this lifetime.” You got into your covers and yawned. "Goodnight."
You and Jungkook were like fire and water, polar opposites. It would take a miracle to change that.
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Dan and Phil were a package deal. You couldn't get one without the other. It had been that way for a number of years, and they wouldn't have it any other way. That is until 2012 rained down on them like a hail storm. It was also supposed to be the Mayan apocalypse, so perhaps constant fighting wasn't so terrible compared to the end of the world. Although there were some screaming matches that made Phil think otherwise. Before the horrible age of hatred turned its ugly head, they told each other everything: their fears, their insecurities, their weaknesses. Now, however, they were using those as ammunition. "Phil!" Dan screeched from his bedroom. Phil rolled his eyes and ignored his boyfriend. It was a wonder they hadn't broken up, yet, but not really. Deep down they both wanted this to pass and weren't ready to let go of their relationship. Dan marched to his room and swung the door open, letting it slam against the wall. "Phillip, what the fuck is this?!" Once again, he was ignored. It was a childish tactic, but it worked a forth of the time. Dan would yell a few times and eventually march off in frustration after getting no response. Unfortunately, this was not one of those times. Dan marched up to Phil and shoved his phone in front of his face. "Jesus Christ, Dan, I'm busy," Phil pushed the phone out of his view. "I haven't got time for whatever's got your briefs in a wad this time." "It's a picture of you with a hickey from 2009! And it's tagged with #phan proof. Now what have you got to say about that?" "I've seen that post. If anything, your reply is the real proof." He made it a point to not look up from his computer screen. Dan knew he was right. Had he not replied how he did back in '09, they could have thought the hickey was from anyone. Still, he was too frustrated to think rationally. He marched off, slamming the door shut and muttering curses. Phil groaned and rubbed his forehead. This was taking a serious toll on his mental state, well, both of their mental states. They were always stressed about little things, whether it be what to eat for dinner or which show to watch. It wasn't that they were actually stressed about those particular things, but they were deflecting the negative energy on smaller aspects of their lives. It was only ten at night, but Phil wanted to turn in early. At least in his dreams, the two were still together and happy. He found himself sleeping a lot lately: waking up later, going to sleep earlier, and napping throughout the day. It sure said a lot that he was happier unconscious. He shut down his laptop and went to brush his teeth. By the time he changed into his pajamas, he could hear Dan watching Buffy. Instinctively, he almost went to join him, but then he remembered. They were fighting. So he turned around and climbed into bed. Dan felt a little bad about the fight, and it plagued his thoughts as he tried to appreciate the romance between Tara and Willow. He should apologize. They'd been fighting nonstop and he couldn't help but to feel guilty. He clicked off the T.V. and went to Phil's room, the room that used to be both of theirs.
Softly, he rapped on the door. No response. He tried again a little louder. Nothing. "Hey, Philly?" When he went ignored once more, Dan assumed he was being ignored by his boyfriend. Was he even his boyfriend anymore? It was entirely unclear. They never officially broke up, so technically they were still together. God, Dan hated it when Phil gave him the cold shoulder. It made him feel like a child. He tried calling one more time, but he got no response. Little did he know that Phil was sound asleep. He managed to actually sleep for a full eleven hours. When he woke up at nine, he felt a bit more relaxed and at peace. It was still odd waking up alone after having Dan with him for years. It was especially annoying having to handle his morning wood all alone. In the past, Dan would be there to give him a quick handjob as he wasn't in the mood for full on sex and "a blowjob before brushing my teeth is going to have your cock smelling absolutely rank." He reached into his pajama bottoms and grabbed hold of his own prick. Dan always thought it was a bit odd that he didn't wear pants under his PJ's, but he definitely wouldn't complain either. The moment the thought of Dan entered his mind, he couldn't get him out. Dan. And his perfect body and amazing lips. God those lips, on his neck and around his cock. Phil slowly palmed himself, thinking about the way Dan reacted the first time he saw Phil naked. He actually fell silent and stared for a good twenty seconds before slowly reaching over and tentatively touching him. God that first time they were together. Dan made the prettiest noises. Phil stroked himself at a nice consistent pace, not bringing himself any closer to orgasm, but not teasing or edging himself. It felt good, but not as good as Dan. Sometimes he would get so proud of Phil and ride himself, like when he got the silver play button. They made love from dusk to dawn that night. Phil sped up slightly, remembering that. Then he heard something in the hallways. Instantly, Phil stopped and held his breath. A knock could be heard. "Phil, you up?" It was Dan. "Hey, could we talk?" Phil rolled his eyes and slowly began stroking himself again. He wasn't in the mood to get in another fight with Dan. Not completely sure why, he was oddly aroused by Dan being outside the door, completely unaware of what he was doing.
"Phil, c'mon, let's talk," Dan pleaded. He stayed silent and continued to masturbate. Perhaps this was a new kink of his. Either way, he fucked his hand and bit on his lip to avoid making any noises. His hand sped up when he heard Dan speak again. "Please don't shut me out." He flicked his wrist just the right way and threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut. He'd never gotten so close so quickly before. Phil shimmied off his pajama bottoms to have better access to, well, himself. It was getting hot in those trousers of his. The bed creaked as he took off his shirt as well and Dan heard it. "I know you're awake, Philly. You know I hate it when you ignore me, please don't do this. I'm sorry, okay?" Dan knocked on the door again, but Phil was too wrapped up in his own pleasure to care. God, his lover was right outside his door begging for forgiveness as he touched himself. Phil thought himself a pervert while grabbed the back of his own neck with his left hand and tried to control his breathing. He soon realizing he wasn't just holding onto his neck. No, he had reached a little lower and sunken his nails into the skin. He really was a freak. What could he say? Phil liked it rough, and so did Dan. After sex, they'd both be covered in bruises and scratch marks. "I don't wanna apologize to a door, Phil, please! Don't you wanna patch things up between us?" Dan asked desperately. "We've been in love for so long, don't throw that away. I love you." With that, Phil found himself cumming all over himself. That was always a thing for him, Dan telling him he loved him. "Fine then, if you don't even care enough to respond." Oh shit. He could hear Dan marching away. Phil got up and quickly stumbled around trying to put his pajama bottoms on in a haste, but by the time he did, he could hear the front door slam. Groaning, Phil went to the window in the main room to see if he could spot Dan. Sure enough, he was out there walking away. Phil was about to call him when he noticed the boy's phone on their coffee table. Phil waited by that stupid window for hours waiting for Dan. He really wanted to make things right. Dan had been mature enough to apologize, but Phil was too busy diddling himself. God, he felt like a moron for that. Then he spotted him. Dan was loitering around the front of their building, kicking a rock around. It seemed he didn't want to go in, so Phil grabbed a coat and ran out to meet him. When Dan saw him coming from the building, he huffed and leaned on a lamp post, refusing to look at him. "Dan, I'm sorry," he started. "I shouldn't have ignored you." "Then why did you? I've been stressing out all day about what it would take for you to forgive me." Dan looked at Phil. Choose your own adventure: (scroll down to your letter) A. "It doesn't matter why I did, I love you and you love me, and that's all that matters. B. "Because I was tooting my own horn." A. "It doesn't matter why I did, I love and you and you love me, and that's all that matters," Phil promised, taking a step towards Dan. Dan looked at him like he wasn't sure if he should trust him or not, but he did. Of course he did. He ran into Phil's arms and melted. "Can this be the end of our fighting? Please?" Phil pressed a soft kiss against Dan's forehead. "Of course, bear. Now let's get you inside." B. Phil looked at his boyfriend and sighed. "Because I was tooting my own horn." Dan frowned at his boyfriend in confusion. "You were bragging?" "Not exactly." Phil awkwardly began shifting from foot to foot. "My horn is my penis." The brunet stared at Phil in a mixture of both disbelief, disgust, relief, and another emotion that he couldn't quite identify. "You are so not that bendy," he finally said. "The day you self-suck is the day it snows in hell." Bleep bloop blop You guys I'm too high
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