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soulariarym · 1 year

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Gf x dom anon again, that’s kinda long I’m just gonna call myself Fero anon cause I’ll definitely request more in the future. Anyways Hey! It’s time to share my fantasies to the world lol

I was thinking of something like this: you come home after a long day of work to your wife dead on the kitchen floor. Danny is there of course—he was waiting for you to come home. Originally he closes in to kill you too thinking he had the upper hand, but the way he talks so desperately about wanting this turns you on. He sees your arousal, and puts his knife away temporarily so that you can plow him on that kitchen counter. Whether he kills the reader in the end can be up to you, Idm. Also please include breeding in this (No mpreg) that shit is godsent. Also also, Danny wearing lace panties would also be appreciated. I hope this was enough detail!

A/N: Hello again Fero! Sorry I’ve taken so long to write this you must’ve been impatient and I do apologize. I did get Covid and still have it but for some reason I have motivation to write. Hope the wait was worth it :) I won’t necessarily add “breeding kink”in this as it makes me uncomfortable but I hope cumin in Danny will work

Danny Johnson // Dom Male Reader

Keys jingling could be heard in your ears, unlocking the door to your apartment.

You honestly just wanted to go to bed and get some rest from your long hours of work.

You were about to just head to your bedroom and collapse on the bed, assuming your wife would be waiting for you. You sigh as you walk in the bedroom realizing she was nowhere to be seen.

“Honey?” You called out, no answer. “Honey I’m home” still no response. You instinctively got worried, she’s always home when you arrive. Late night walk? No no she wouldn’t go out this late.

You put a hand on your chin as your thoughts clouded your mind, maybe she’s just taking a bath or grabbing some late night snacks? You should check either way.

You walked to the bathroom as you opened the door, noticing the light was off. Turning it on you didn’t see your wife, you figured so as the light was off.

Turning the light back off you walked back to the hallway, heading for the kitchen.

“Honey? Are you ok?-“

Your breath hitched in your chest as a feeling of pure adrenaline and fear filled your body.

There she was, your wife bleeding out on the floor unconscious and probably dead.

You froze not knowing what to do, your mind going blank

“Hi hun glad you could make it back… safely~”

You heard a voice as you looked to your side you noticed a man in a mask with a robe-like outfit. His voice wasn’t his real voice and you could tell by the voice changer he had in his tone.

“W-what do you want from me?! Get away from me you bastard!”

Danny sighed as he walked closer “isn’t it obvious? I want to kill you, I’ve been watching you, following you, stalking you, I need you so bad~ you’re absolutely perfect~ please please let me kill you, your blood would look so pretty on my knife. I can’t take it anymore, I need you”

The way this man talked to you had pure hot lust flooding your mind. What was wrong with you? Why was this turning you on?

Those thoughts quickly faded away as you slightly bit your lip, uniting your tie as you looked at him.

Danny giggled a little noticing your actions, he placed his knife behind him on the counter as he walked up to you.

You immediately felt yourself getting hard and the man began unbuckling your belt, looking up at you.

“I think we can have some…other types of fun for now… what do you say? Handsome?”

All Danny heard was a low groan come from you before you spoke, your lust moving your mouth for you.

“Bend over the counter right now”

Ghostface immediately listened, bending over as he rested his head in his arms.

“How naughty, came here to kill me now you wanna be fucked? That’s very naughty Ghostface”

Danny chuckled as he pressed his ass against your buldge and he wiggled around on it a bit.

“Cmon don’t act like you don’t wanna fuck me, my ass is so prepared for you, please please fuck me”

You chuckled as you undid your belt, one hand pulling your pants and boxers to your ankles while the other on Danny’s hip.

Once you pulled up his outfit you noticed what he was wearing.

“Well look at you, it’s almost like you were waiting for me” you said in a stern voice.

“Maybe…I was..like I said tonight would be the night you take me…and I take you~”

The way he said that last line had your heart pounding. From fear? Lust? Desire? You weren’t sure but the position you were in quickly fogged your thoughts of any hesitation.

You softly traced the designs and skin revealed through his lingerie, in almost a teasing manner.

All that could be heard was Danny cute sighs and breaths.

You gently uncovered his sensitive spot, wanting so bad to just rip his lace off but you didn’t wanna make him change his mind and kill you on the spot so you kept it soft.

You gently pushed a finger in him as you heard Danny’s moan almost immediately, not only that but the feeling of him being a little loose already.

He’s been touching himself.

“I ah~ sorry if I-I’m a little lose I c-can’t help but touch myself around you mm~”

All you could do is smile at him as you knew, you didn’t need to prep him at all. He’s been so needy for you he’s already ready.

With that you harshly held his head against the countertop as you shoved yourself inside him with no warning.

The moan that followed sent chills down your stomach… so High in pitch…Godamn he sounded like a bitch in heat.

“I ah, mm sorry I can’t help it shit~”

You grabbed his throat, squeezing it a bit but not too tight to suffocate him.

“Shut the hell up”

Danny listens immediately, legs already trembling as you manage to hit all his sensitive spots with no issue.

“I uh~ hah~ you feel so good please don’t stop, don’t ever stop~”

Never in your sex life have you ever heard someone so needy and desperate to be fucked. Not even your wife was this submissive to you.

However the sweets cries and moans he released only fueled you to keep going, tightening your grip on his waist as you fucked him faster and relentless.

Danny’s masked slipped of a little during the movement of getting fucked out, his mouth was revealed to you.

Danny didn’t seem to mind. But you? You felt the butterflies swarm in your stomach from the view.

His mouth was open, drooling and smiling, his sharp canines biting his bottom lip a few times.

You felt that feeling of wanting to cum swarm your groin and you lifted up his legs with your arms, releasing his neck.

“I~ gah~ I’m gonna cum so hard against your country mm~ you want me to hmm?~ I’m gonna coat this counter in my cum~”

Danny said, nails scratching at the marble counter, not doing any damage but he still tried anyway

You continued fucking him, as your dick shot out cum into him. Danny took in a deep breath as he felt you cum into him, the feeling making him cum as well.

You both were trying to catch your breaths as you let go of his legs, sitting on your couch as you continued to take deep breaths.

Danny chuckled, pulling his mask and robe back to how they originally were.

“Yknow~ I wouldn’t mind doing this again~” he said, walking over to you.

You grinned at him, smiling before looking at the kitchen again.

Danny sat on your lap, mask fixed as he stared at you.

You felt panic rush through your ribs and chest when you noticed the knife he had set on the counter was gone.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him in panic, sure enough there he was, holding the knife in hand.

You couldn’t scream, not even a yelp came out before he waved goodbye, plunging the knife in your heart.

“I’ll make sure you’ll be in the newspaper for weeks~”

Your vision went black as a click of a camera could be heard.

#dead by daylight #x reader #x slasher #x you #danny johnson #dead by daylight fanfic #the ghostface #ghostface #danny johnson x reader #jed olson #dbd x male reader #ghostface x male reader #ghostface x you #ghostface x y/n

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beloved-moony · 2 years

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hi!! could i get regulus x halfblood!ravenclaw!reader who’s very impressive in potions and just how they fell in love (maybe w amortetia potions?)

A/N: Hi!! So sorry this took so long! I’ve had so much going on recently and just got over Covid for the 2nd time, but here it is! I’m making it 2 parts if that’s ok :).

Slug Club

Regulus x gn! halfblood! Ravenclaw! Reader

Warnings: None!

Words: 800+

It came as no surprise that you were sorted into Ravenclaw your first year. Even through you were a half-blood, you excelled at magic far more than some of your peers. It was common for you to ace any test that came your way, and you constantly earned house points.

By 6th year, it was clear that potions was your strong suit. You were always the first to finish any potion, and you knew all of its ingredients by heart. As expected, Professor Slughorn was the first to notice your talents and persuade you join the infamous slug-club. This gave you the chance to mingle with other talented witches and wizards, as well as other unforeseen perks. By the time you reached 7th year, you had been to dozens of meetings.

It was nearing the end of December, and Slug-horn’s annual Christmas party was in the works. It was for members only, of course, and the potions teacher made everyone promise to be there this year. Invitations themselves were sent via owl post, just as they were the previous year.

Greetings, Mx l/n!

I’m pleased to again welcome you to this years Christmas party for slug club members! I’m delighted to announceI’ve added a few new faces to the club this year round, and can’t wait to see you all again this holiday season. As usual, it’ll be this Sunday evening around 6pm in my classroom. Continue to impress me with those great potion skills of yours!

Take care,

Professor Slug-horn

As you read over the letter, you couldn’t help but wonder who the new members were going to be. You hoped to be acquainted with them, nonetheless.

The weekend flew by faster than usual, and it was now Sunday morning. Thankfully, Hogwarts students were exempt from classes this weekend, as they always were. Rolling out of your bed, you yawned as your feet hit the cold wooden floors of the dormitory. As you made your way over to your closet, you decided to spend the day working on your potions essay for Professor Slug-Horns class.

Ever since you arrived at Hogwarts all those years ago, you took pride in every assignment there was, and usually had it done well in advance to its actual due date. This essay was no different. It wasn’t officially due till the mere end of January, yet you couldn’t help yourself to not start working on it as early as possible. It was very typical of you.

The essay topic itself centered around the idea of love potions, specifically Amortetia. It was an opinionated piece regarding around whether or not they should be kept banned by the ministry. You had chosen most of your sources weeks prior, and were halfway done with the assignment.

Glancing up at the clock in the corner of the dorm, you realized it was half past 5pm. You had to get going soon if you wanted to make the meeting on time.

You put on one of the nicer outfits you owned along with your complementary RavenClaw robes. You hadn’t needed to bring anything special to the meetings, so you’d left your school bag in your dorm.

You made it to the classroom with just minutes to spare. Thankfully it was closer to your side of the dorm, or else you would’ve been late. Opening the dark oak door, you smiled at your professor and the rest of the slug club members. It had been a while since you’d seen some of them.

“Y/N!” Professor SlugHorn greeted, stepping aside to let you through the doorway. “It’s very nice to see you again.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Professor.” You smiled back, making your way over to the round table that seated the rest of the members. Lily waved over to you from across the room, and you decided to take one of the empty seats next to her. As you took your seat, you made note of an unfamiliar face. The boy sat to your left, his eyes fixed on a small notepad in his hands. He had short black hair that framed his delicate face. You watched for a moment as his grey eyes scanned the pages. He was breathtakingly beautiful.

Your thoughts had been interrupted as the potions Professor chimed a glass at the front of the table.

“Now that we’re all here,” Professor SlugHorn announced, “I’d like to formally introduce our new members! Across from Mr. Potter, we have the exceptional Lucious Malfoy!” The blonde haired boy stood up with confidence as he flashed the potions teacher a smug grin. Malfoy took his seat again a few moments after the table had finished its applause.

“And next to Y/N,” SlugHorn continued, “we have Slytherin’s amazing seeker Regulus Black!” Regulus stood up timidly, almost as if to shy away from the attention. His small smile beamed across the room. As you laid your eyes on him once more, the butterflies began to spur in your stomach.

#harry potter #regulus black x female reader #regulus black x you #regulus black x reader #regulus black imagine #regulus black #harry potter imagine #James potter #Lilly Evans #lucius malfoy #slug club #regulus x gn! reader #syd’s writing #Remus Lupin #Sirius black #my writing #hp marauders #james potter #the maraunders map

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actualbird · 5 months

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following on from your ask about luke and his illness, i was thinking about how he would be classed as chronically ill and would require immunizations and stuff that are given to kids/elderly/chronically ill like flu shots, covid boosters etc. what if luke hates having them?? like i don’t think he’s afraid of needles but im sure he hates the side effects of the jabs (like the stiff arm feeling!!). and then you mentioned that ideally w/ his chronic illness he would need many treatments and i fully imagine him texting the gc like “sorry im gonna be late to the nxx meeting my ecg appointment is DELAYED” or rushing in desperate for food because he had to starve himself for a test ;_; the chronic illness journey isn’t fun but it’s nice to know that luke would probably be in the trenches too

irt to my last ask on luke, how i'd write his treatment, and chronic illness

HES IN THE TRENCHES TOO YEAH!!!! and oh gosh i love these scenarios and hcs. it definitely isnt fun and it isnt a walk in the park but it slowly gets integrated into his life

an alarm on his phone for taking his meds on time, having to beg off of certain hangout plans because he has a doctor's appointment, having to get a whole bunch of shots constantly, fasting before bloodwork, being frustrated with treatment plan after treatment plan....

along the lines of treatment/diagnostic woes, i used to get 243987409328 EEGs back when i was getting my own neuro condition diagnosed (it never got diagnosed....) and i like to hc now that luke hates EEGs particularly because it's SO annoying and difficult to wash the gel node things (uhhh the sticky gel they use to stick the nodes on ur head? idk what it's called) off his scalp. it's also so difficult for him to fall asleep during the Fall Asleep portion of the test. his anti epileptics meds also mess with his mood when the dosage or type changes which is, you know, kinda hellis when hes already rather paranoid thanks to his secret agent background

just in general, luke has to go through A Lot, but god. he trucks through. because it's worth it.

#asks #anon #that scalp gel thing was the bane of my life's existence back when i was in my endless EEG era like #AND I FELT PRESSURED TO WASH IT OFF ALL SO QUICKLY IN THE BATHROOM

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catboii · 5 months

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((just a "little" (ha) update I guess, nothing major, just a note that I'm sorry if I post alot this week with seemingly no regard for my/my muse's vast presence on the dash, or if I end up writing alot of short weird drabbles to vent.... if there's questionable stuff it'll be tagged like always <3

I understand if you need to unfollow me to keep your dash clear for other people if you're mobile etc. or if you need to blacklist my muse's url for a bit if it's overwhelming

After xmas everything may have settled and if you wanna refollow then I'd welcome you back and wouldn't ask any questions. your comfort (whatever that may classify as in the context) is my utmost priority!

normally I try not to clutter, and I try to keep general post reblogs minimal and just queue most of them. I'm just... not doing too good rn

then again it's a 50/50 that I'll be posting nothing at all, just making my muse's presence known if it wants to sorta wave at someone from the depths of my brain hell jail.

I'll still be checking in around xmas stuff bc this muse gives me v happy bubbly vibes whenever I write it and that's honestly what I need rn.

I'm sorry if your muse reblogs/replies to one of mine's posts or smth and I seemingly glance over it. I genuinely just didn't see it. I always try and respond to stuff, or if it doesn't know how to reply I at least acknowledge that my muse saw it by liking it. but I might not have the mental capacity to actually keep up w stuff

...

BASICALLY I'm either gonna be kinda quiet or rly hyperfixated on not being in my own head for the next week or so.

I'm obv stressed anyway bc I need to do xmas shopping still and it's a struggle bc online it probs won't come in time. we're going "late night shopping" on thursday though so hopefully we can get a bunch of stuff then

but mainly an old work friend of mine passed away today. He's been unwell for a few years, and I dunno if he knew what it was and was just keeping it quiet, or if they genuinely couldn't work it out. last I heard he was getting MRIs.

I had a complicated relationship w him (positive) bc he was either bipolar or had BPD like me (although he wasn't diagnosed with either, but it was obvious he at least had bipolar), and if you know anything abt BPD you know what an FP (favourite person) is, and we were sort of each other's when we were working together? I think. like I say he wasn't diagnosed, but it felt like that. we hit it off really quick and were both really comfortable with each other, and he was just the sweetest most supportive person. he was one of my FPs, which basically means my brain was cursed to be in intense friendlove with him. He would tell me that he loved me and appreciated my friendship, was always saying you need to tell people you love them, however you can, however you mean it, because you don't know if you'll ever get to tell them again

he always showed off the little things I made him and made sure everyone knew exactly where he got the silly little origami animals on his desk, or who made his juggling balls that were his favourite thing in the whole world bc I made them for him by hand, and picked the fabric out specifically for him.

One time around xmas, bc of covid, we had these big plastic screen dividers between our desks and I used posca paint pens to draw him a HUGE Robin in a scarf and santa hat (his name was Robin and people always got him little Robin themed things, he loved them) on the one by his manager desk, like a name tag, but Facilities told him he needed to clean it off and chastised him thinking he did it, and you're "not supposed to vandalise work equipment" even though they're literally washable and it was xmas. we were sticking decorations everywhere, how is it any different? but he played along but he was really mad. He didn;t wanna say it was me that did it, because he thought I might've gotten in trouble, but he also wanted to argue that I'd put alot of work into it. I hadn't put that much in, it was just for fun and I liked drawing it, and he got to see it! That was the important part. and I said so. but I cleaned it off and drew him a new Robin on a piece of paper and he kept it at his desk like a retired picket sign, and told the story to anyone who would be polite enough to listen

mostly though, he gendered me correctly (and he was in his 60s so being so passionate abt they/them pronouns was just really sweet, though he was clearly bi but still in the closet, so it was maybe a little projection, in a way, or just straight up quiet queer solidarity), and literally agressively made sure everyone else did too, when he realised I'd been just letting people at work use whatever pronouns, he got really proactive and made sure all my paperwork was marked as "them" officially (with my permission). if anyone misgenered me he would get visably annoyed or disgusted, and there were a couple people who "forgot" (every time) and he actually got angry at them about it and reported them for harassment, which might've been a little extreme, but I honestly felt so validated, and I'm tearing up thinking about it. I don't think anyone's ever fought that hard in my corner, especially after only knowing me for, at that point, less than a year.

We worked together in a couple different parts of the business for a couple years, until some stuff happened that I shouldn't say bc I need my rp blog(s) to stay far away from my professional life, but we were gonna be working together doing something else, but it wasn't his thing, it was stressful and there were other reasons, but he just lost it and walked out.

we had a little joke when we were training before he left, he had this soft toy robin that he let me borrow because I was really anxious, and I gave it a little notepad and pencil and wrote something silly on it for when he got it back each time. usually some out of context joke on what we learned that day, so we could both laugh about it. but when he left I still had it, and I messaged him saying I would get it back to him sometime, but he said to keep it to remind me of him.

I put it away to keep it safe, but I'm gonna have to go and find it, because it's one of the only physical things I have left of him.

#ooc post.#.vat file #rl illness ment-#rl death ment-#readmore.#I think I'm ok for now. I'm sorry about the stuff mentioned at the top but I'm not sorry this post is so long. for once.#you don't have to read it. but if you do? then hey. thanks. we're besties now.#I had a little rant about him and it's cathartic but I'm trying not to break down tbh #I think just expressing how much I loved him helps. he was just. so pure and wholesome in reality.#always showing how much he appreciated people...

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female-buckets · 7 months

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Peace and Balance in Uncasville

Bonner’s first season with Connecticut took place in the bubble due to COVID-19. The Sun went 10-12, but were competitive in the playoffs, impressive considering that Jonquel Jones opted out due to health concerns (2nd team All-WNBA in 2019 when the Sun made a run to the Finals).

The bubble was about growth for the Sun on the court, and growth off the court for DeWanna and first time teammate, now fiancé, Alyssa Thomas.

“It was literally nothing to do there (the bubble) but spend time together, we were there like three months, every day together, so that just became our normal routine. And now, when we’re here (Connecticut), you just add two crazies (DeWanna’s twins, Cali and Demi) to the bunch…we were both just at a place in our lives when we met where it was like, ‘OK, we’re gonna make this work,'” says Bonner.

Erica was in the bubble with the Dream and Lynx, witnessing their growth together in all facets.

“They started off kind of coy and shy around one another,” Erica said. “As time went on, they became this dynamic duo.”

They’d never played together in the W or overseas. Thomas had a strong impression of DeWanna’s game already before she joined her team, but DeWanna was taken aback by Thomas. She knew she was good, but acquired an even better appreciation during their first practice together.

“I literally told her when I first got here, Damn, I didn’t know you were that good…I legit looked at her one day and was like, ‘I’m sorry, I owe you an apology,'” says Bonner.

On the court, the pair are demonstrative, they’re expressive, playing the game with the same fiery passion and spirit. They could not be further from their on-court personas the second they leave the hardwood.

They’re both quiet and reserved, self-described as homebodies. DeWanna is more outward with jokes and a bubbly attitude while Alyssa has a drier sense of humor.

The competitive fire they share on the court is arguably as intense off of it; board games are a battle, they’ll race one another to stop signs, even in-game they’ll have competitions for who can get the most steals in a given game. Alyssa owns anything strategic, so anytime DB steals a game or a hand of cards, Alyssa never hears the end of it.

They bump heads, often because of something that took place on court or in practice.

“Nine times out of 10 it’s because of something Alyssa did,” says DeWanna.

Their relationship has a yin and yang balance; AT is the more vocal leader who is always going to point out a mistake and show a teachable moment, where as DB is described by most of her teammates as the mom of the Sun. She’s going to walk up and put her arm around you, listen to you, give you words of encouragement. There’s an equilibrium created by their polarity in leadership styles.

“Her energy is just special,” says Thomas.

“No matter the situation, she brings people joy, she brings me joy.”

Thomas is routinely inspired by her fiancé and her ability to be a star on the court while remaining such a present mother off of it.

“It’s a full time job outside of basketball… early mornings, late nights, waking up in the middle of the night,” Thomas said. “What she’s able to do with them and then perform… I’m in awe watching her.”

Cali and Demi split time half and half with their mother Candice Dupree in Texas, and the other half with DeWanna in Connecticut.

“When they’re here, it is literally non-stop,” says DeWanna laughing and looking around behind her. Cali and Demi are drawing on a whiteboard after begging for markers.

“For instance, yesterday, game day, I wake up and I’m attentive to them. Alyssa’s sister is here to help watch them so I don’t bring them to shootaround… it’s very eventful, I come back from shootaround and play with them and take a nap on the floor… wake up to go to the game, then we don’t get to sleep til about midnight, because once we hit the door, it’s ‘Watch me Mom, play with me, let’s do this!’ It’s very busy, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

When she’s overseas, she’ll facetime the girls before and after games. Any opportunity to be present for her daughters is essential to her.

Connecticut isn’t for everyone. But, Bonner and Thomas have both fallen in love with it for similar reasons. They appreciate the peace that comes with living in one of the smaller markets in the league. Bonner says that she’ll force herself to go out with teammates on the road occasionally, but the second they’re back in Uncasville, “finally, I’m at peace.”

#wnba #connecticut sun #alyssa thomas #dewanna bonner

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 1 year

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Hi there, I totally understand if you don't/want to answer this because its a stupid story in which i am a stupid person who makes stupid decisions despite knowing better, and also didn't do the right things at the right time. i am going to also navigate my moral failings at a point which ig might be a seperate ask idk we'll see. also its a whole long story and i have some kinda problem where i struggle to work outrelevant information, i'll prolly realise and then send a shorter ask later.

this time last year I slept with someone that had active herpes sores. they were on their first outbreak and were taking an anti-viral to deal with the symptoms. As a teenager I went through a brief period of sleeping around a lot after the end of my first relationship, with pretty much total strangers (i was around when you could use tinder as a 16 yr old, if that dates me at all) and at a routine sti appt several months after i'd 'calmed down' a nurse took a swab of a sore and said there was a good chance it was herpes though it might be too late to tell (clinics were once a week where i was and i wasn't prepared to travel 20+ miles on public transport to get it right time-wise, i know, wrong and i am sorry). the test came back negative but i just assumed i had and didn't get a blood test because of everything i'd been told about herpes. never had another 'outbreak', any signs of one i was straight on that bus and it never came up positive.

Fast forward to the future, I had had one partner that i disclosed that i may but had never had a positive test and we used protection every time. It really harmed my self-esteem and i felt unable to start another relationship after that breakup because disclosing felt like such a nightmare (I still feel I messed up in disclosure, even though they had coldsores on their face before we met, idk) but i then met this person, and we got on really well and as they had gotten theirs from a cheating partner, i felt like i should be as supportive as possible, especially considering at this time i also considered myself a person with herpes. I wanted them to avoid the shame and 'unfuckableness' i had been stuck with for years. When they said they wanted to fuck me, I went with it. I wanted to use protection, and they tried to talk me out of it (yano, feels better kinda thing) but i stuck with it because there are other reasons. The second time we slept together i caved to them though.

it ended up helping me though, as after they ghosted me for a month (i got covid rly soon two days after we last met and told them, then there was a kind of radio silence) i met another person and disclosed to them and they were cool with it. They got tested when they went back to their home country 1 and 3 months later they were clean (other than ureaplasma but we don't test for that in my country so idk what to do onthat one).

I then decided to get my blood checked (igG) because i thought that i needed to be able to show people that i absolutely had herpes rather than feeling like people werent believing me (?) when i told them, which ig they were because i said 'i have herpes' to them but idk a document seemed more official. and then i wouldn't panic about lying to people accidentally or w/e. this was before twelve weeks from sleeping with person A so when it came back negative i was thrown horrifically. At this point it's worth mentioning i quit alengthy and pretty horrible drug addiction and ended up sleeping with the person I'd asked to look after me in this time (again with protection) and several weeks later i remember feeling like i was going to die when i got tested again, twelve weeks after contact with person A. I was so relieved because I didn't want to hurt the person that was looking after me when i was getting clean, especially as I had failed again.

So i am with no positive blood test, I am thinking of getting another test again because i still can't bring myself to be near another person in case i give them herpes. I was just wondering if it was worth it, if even if i was carrying it i might not have antibodies because the virus was being 'covert' or something. yeah i guess that's my question. does exposure mean infection, do i need to disclose that i know i have had contact with herpes, will a test do anything?

anon this has had me, my housemates, and my group chat absolutely agog for the last 25 minutes and counting.

if you've had multiple negative tests then the odds that you have herpes are extremely low; it's very unlikely that getting bloodwork done will find anything different. having sex with someone who has an STI is not a guarantee that you will catch it, and if you've never tested positive there's no need to tell partners that you have herpes because that's factually inaccurate. having had sexual contact with someone who has herpes does not make you inherently risky.

it's worth noting that even if that were the case, then functionally the entire population of sexually active humans would be at risk - it's estimated the between 60 and 90% of adults globally have herpes, which means that nearly every sexually active adult must have had at least one sexual partner who's infected.

I don't like to armchair diagnose anyone with anything because that's not my field and it's none of my business, but it does maybe seem like there's some shame around sex here that's being channeled into the belief that you must have herpes. clinging to that belief isn't actually helping any of your partners or, crucially, you. I wish you nothing but health and safety as you work towards sorting these feelings out.

#sex edventures 2022

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sunfoxfic · 5 months

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Sorry to be cheesy on main but I'm home from college for Thanksgiving after a really hard semester that has left my life plan more or less upended and I couldn't be happier about where I'm going from here and. Just thinking abt how many coincidences it took to get me to where I am. Like.

To start off w the obvious, COVID happened, and before COVID happened I really wanted to go to school in New Zealand. That said, I'm not at all upset about where I ended up.

COVID also meant that I ended up taking classes at my local community college which will become important later.

If my mom's coworker hadn't recommended my current school, I may not have gone here, and my mom's coworker only recommended it because he happens to be an alum.

If I hadn't transferred in credits from my local community college, I wouldn't have been ahead enough to take an English class with the department chair, which allowed me to form a relationship with her. (I mean, I would have formed a relationship with her eventually because she's who she is and she forms a relationship with everyone, but being in her class made it a lot easier.)

If I hadn't joined the student newspaper I wouldn't have formed a relationship with one of the other professors in the department

Which. A little bit more specifically, if I hadn't been promoted to assistant editor on the student newspaper the week I was, I wouldn't have sat in on copyedit with that professor that week, and he mentioned my copyedit skills to the department chair.

My department chair's opinion of me was really important when I needed special permission to take a junior-level course as a sophomore, which, again, I wouldn't have been a sophomore if I hadn't taken classes at the community college.

If I hadn't been in that class with the people I had in that class, I probably wouldn't have liked the class so much, because there were only 6 of us but we were tight knit and bounced off each other really well. (Small classes can be really rough, as I've learned - my class with 9 people this semester is hard enough, not to mention my class of 4.)

If I hadn't taken that class early, I wouldn't have learned how much I like the content, and it would have been too late to pivot my program. I would have been all but locked into my minor and unable to adopt a new concentration.

I mean. It's just. Insane. How much of this had to come together to make this happen. If any of these things weren't true, I may not have taken that class which introduced me to the professor who genuinely convinced me to completely change what I'm looking for in my college experience and how I want my career to look once I'm out. And I'm just so happy that I made the change - I feel so good about it, I really do.

#rambles

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twistsandtwizzles · 1 year

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Fic: Maybe This Christmas

Prompt: Several came in about how these two spent Christmas 2021. I tried my best to give them their Hallmark movie!

She cries when she calls to tell her mom that she won’t be home for Christmas.

The elite skaters have just finished going over the most recent update from US Figure Skating about Nationals next month, and as expected, it’s bleak. No bubble, despite the soaring COVID case numbers. And beyond the obvious health concerns, a positive test means leaving their Olympic hopes completely in the hands of the committee, without a chance to let their performance have the last word. One wrong contact, one wrong breath, and their dreams could fall apart.

She’s so close to making the Olympic team that she can taste it. She is not letting this slip away.

So it is the correct choice, not to risk the extra travel and all the people just be to home for the holidays, but it breaks her heart all the same.

“Of course I understand, honey,” her mom says gently as Mariah paces in the rink hallway, phone pressed against her ear. “And we’ll see you just a few weeks later in Nashville. I just worry about you. Are you going to be okay on your own? It’s your first Christmas since you and -”

“I’ll be fine,” Mariah cuts in. She doesn’t want to hear Romain’s name, to be reminded of him and his new life an ocean away. It’s one of the reasons she had been so looking forward to spending time surrounded by her boisterous family: to numb the sting she can’t help but feel when she thinks of all the holiday traditions she had created with forever in mind, traditions that had instead vanished right along with her ex-fiancé.

She says goodbye to her mother and turns, wiping her eyes, to see Nathan approaching. “You okay?” he asks, his concern evident on his face despite the N95 he’s wearing.

She shrugs. “I know it’s dumb, but I really thought that this year I might be able to have a somewhat normal Christmas. Like the last two years haven’t taught me anything.”

“I know you were excited to see your family,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well. I wasn’t feeling all that festive anyway.”

“You not feeling festive just seems wrong.” He pauses, then surprises her by saying, “We’ll have to make things extra fun here, then.”

She can’t help but laugh. “Okay, who are you and what have you done with Nathan?”

He huffs as if she’s offended him. “I like Christmas.”

“Right, of course,” she says. “When I think of ‘holiday spirit’, you’re always the first person that comes to mind.”

“Okay, see, now this is like you’re issuing a challenge. You think I can’t do Christmas?”

“I know you can’t do Christmas.” She smiles underneath her mask at the competitive glint that has appeared in his eye, raises her own eyebrow in response. “But I would really like to see you try.”

“Well, then, get ready for the best Christmas of your life.” He pauses, backpedals. “Okay, probably not the best, because it’s a pandemic and your family won’t be here. And we’ll still have to train. But it’ll be good.”

“That’s very sweet. Thank you.” She reaches out, gives his hand a squeeze. She intends it to be a quick, friendly gesture, but finds her hand lingering on his.

Things like this have been happening lately - little moments of intimacy that catch her off guard. An arm thrown around her shoulder for a photograph that feels anything but casual, her skin tingling at his touch. A shared look of amusement over an inside joke becoming charged with something else, until she drops her gaze, cheeks flaming. A correction he offers on one of her jumps, gently moving her arms into the proper air position, that leaves her breathless and keeps him from coming within three feet of her for almost a week.

If it was anyone else, she’d do something about it. But it’s him. It’s them. And she has no idea what to do about that.

She drops his hand. He clears his throat, stuffs both of his hands in his pockets. “You’re welcome. I’ll, uh, see you back in there.”

She watches him retreat down the hallway, still feeling the warmth of his hand in hers.

—

Despite his protests, Nathan knows that he is indeed bad at Christmas. He’s never had a reason to be good at it, really - its proximity to the Grand Prix Final and US Championships means it’s taken a backseat to training for the last decade or so, and the people in his life have long accepted that they will not be encountering a holly jolly Nathan so close to two major competitions.

Which is why he can’t quite believe that he’s standing on Mariah’s front stoop, struggling to put up an inflatable four foot tall reindeer. In retrospect, he should have picked up something a little smaller, because this takes up about half her doorway.

He wrestles the final strap into place just as Mariah’s car pulls up, her dog’s head sticking out the back window.

“What are you doing?” she asks, grinning, as Nala begins barking frantically in the general direction of the reindeer. “Shush,” Mariah scolds as she lets her out of the car.

“Trying to do Christmas,” Nathan replies, plugging in the cord and nodding in satisfaction as the inflatable animal lights up. “See? Festive.”

Mariah laughs, moving closer to let Nala sniff suspiciously at the decoration. “It’s so cute!”

“I noticed you hadn’t put anything up and I thought maybe you might want something … new. Or different. Or whatever.” He waves his hand vaguely, as if that is supposed to clarify what he is trying to say.

It’s been nearly six months, but he’s still not exactly sure how to navigate the Romain-sized elephant in the room. For the most part she’s avoided the topic with him, and he’s tried to follow her lead. But not talking about Romain means that Nathan does not know how she’s feeling about relationships, generally. And sometimes - like last week at the rink when she grabbed his hand - he really, really wishes he knew that bit of information.

“It’s perfect,” is all she says now, inspecting the reindeer. “What should we name it?”

“Well, I think Santa’s reindeers already have names,” he replies. “They’re kind of famous. So maybe just pick one of the nine?”

“Ugh, that’s so BORING though.” She steps back, hand on her chin, thoughtful. “It’ll come to me.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with the classics, but you do you.”

“I always do.” She opens her door and ushers Nala inside. “Do you have to get going, or do you want to stay for dinner?”

They’d fallen into a routine of dinners and movies and game nights over the last year and a half, but the autumn competition schedule had interrupted their rhythm, and it’s been awhile since they’ve hung out away from the rink.

He doesn’t know if it’s weird to miss someone that he still sees every day, but weird or not, he’s missed her. “Dinner sounds great.”

Her face lights up, and he thinks maybe she’s missed him, too.

—

If the reindeer porch decoration hadn’t proven that Nathan was taking his oath to get her into the holiday spirit seriously, him agreeing to watch a Christmas movie - The Holiday, no less - after dinner definitely does.

“Are you sure you aren’t a pod person? You know this is a romance, right?” she asks, pressing play. Nathan has a better working knowledge of rom-coms than one would expect (she gives full credit of this to his older sisters) but she has never successfully lobbied to get one chosen for movie night before.

“I am aware,” he says wryly. Then he adds, “Talking about it made you smile. So.”

The sentiment, and the matter-of-fact way he says it, makes her heart stop for a minute. She turns to look at him, but his eyes are fixed deliberately on the tv screen.

She knows they need to talk about it, what they are becoming to each other. But there are less than three weeks until Nationals. Seven weeks until Beijing. And things are fraught enough: her trying to make the team, him pretending like he’s not nursing another injury while carrying the weight of their entire federation on his shoulders, both of them dodging an ever-mutating virus. They shouldn’t have this conversation now. And she’s not even sure what she’d say if they did.

But for a second, as she watches Kate Winslet realize that she is the leading lady of her own life, for God’s sake, Mariah considers it: just grabbing him by the shoulders and shouting, what are we doing?!

She doesn’t, of course. Like so much between them lately, she packs it away for another day.

As he leaves, he pats the reindeer decoration on its head, and says, “What about Iris?”

“What?”

“For the name. You know, like in the movie. She seems like a reindeer with gumption.”

“Yeah,” she says, pleasantly surprised that he was actually watching and not sneaking NBA highlights on his phone. “She does.”

He hugs her goodbye, his hand on her head in the way that makes her want to stay tucked against his shoulder until New Year’s.

“This was fun,” she says as he steps away. “Maybe you’re okay at this holiday stuff after all.”

“More work to do, though,” he replies, climbing into his car. “It won’t feel like Christmas until you’re forcing us all to wear Santa hats.”

The next morning, for the first time this season, she listens to Christmas music on the way to the rink.

—

He will not admit this to Mariah, but filling their evenings with holiday activities is also doing him good. Driving to a ritzy neighborhood with Michal and Dani and their toddler to look at the ridiculous Christmas light displays keeps him from dwelling on his salchow, which he keeps popping. And he can't obsess over his jump layout while he's trying to stop Nala from eating all of Mariah’s ornaments when they set up her tree.

(“Better late than never,” Mariah says, when Nathan asks if the tree is really worth the trouble just four days before Christmas. “The freaking story of my life.”)

So instead of skating, he’s spending his down time in the final days before Christmas thinking about the way she looked at him after they finished her tree and stepped back to admire their work, her eyes soft and happy. And about how he’s 90% sure, if the dog hadn’t chosen that exact moment to try and attack a string of twinkle lights, he would have closed the distance between them in two steps, put his arms around her, and kissed her.

He loves that dog, but it’s going to be awhile before he’s ready to forgive her for that.

Dani and Michal are hosting them for Christmas Eve (thankfully, because while Nathan is getting better at this holiday stuff, hosting is not something he is in any way equipped for). Dani greets him with a warm hug, shows him where to drop off his gifts, and then Nathan is confronted by a toddler wanting to play. He waves to Mariah and Michal and allows himself to be marched over to the far end of the living room.

“Don’t worry, bedtime is in half an hour,” Michal says with a laugh, as Nathan is handed a tiny teacup.

After many games of pretend, during which he is alternately a horse, princess, skating coach, and race car, Dani and Michal whisk their daughter away to begin her bedtime routine. Nathan finds Mariah in the kitchen, where she’s helping with final dinner prep.

She gives him a bright smile. “I haven’t even had a chance to say hi to you yet.”

“Hi,” he says, smiling back. “How is your Christmas Eve going? Because I am already exhausted.”

She laughs. “You were really being put through your paces.” She stirs something on the stove, then shrugs and steps back. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Dani just told me to ‘watch this.’ Watch what? What is it going to do?”

He leans over her to take a peek. “Putting you in charge of the food really is a bit of a risk.”

She swats at him, and they stand in companionable silence for a moment. Then her face turns serious. “Nathan?”

“Mariah?” he parrots back. He’s teasing, trying to hide his nervousness about whatever it is she’s about to say. They are standing close enough that he can actually feel the deep breath she takes before she starts.

“I . . . was really dreading Christmas this year. It’s why I wanted to spend it with my family so badly, because I didn’t know how I would handle it here. Alone. I thought it was going to be so hard, and that I would spend the whole time missing the way things used to be. But I never felt alone at all. And I never wished that I was doing something else, or was with someone else.” She pauses, her eyes searching his, as if she wants to make sure that he’s really hearing what she’s trying to say. “Instead I had so much fun. And I guess, I just wanted to say that I always have fun, with you. So thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He wants to touch her, but he is not sure if she has more to say, so he waits. And then her eyes move, just for a fraction of a second, to his lips.

He is done waiting.

—

What’s weird is how not weird it is.

That’s Mariah’s first coherent thought, as her brain begins to catch up to the fact that it is Nathan whose lips are finally on hers, that it is her friend she’s known for half her life whose touch is making her weak in the knees. She had assumed, in the weeks they spent dancing around this moment, that it would feel at least a little bit awkward.

But it doesn’t, not at all, and that is what has her a bit off-kilter. Well, that, and the one hand he has on her back and the other he has in her hair, and the way he is kissing her.

When he pulls back she sways a little, unprepared for the loss of contact, and puts a hand on his chest to steady herself. He watches her carefully, a bit of worry in his dark eyes.

“Oh, wow,” is, mortifyingly, what comes out of her mouth.

He grins, and she knows that whatever might happen to them next, he will never let her live that down. “Wow, huh? I’ll take that.”

“Oh, shut up,” she says, using the hand that is still on his chest to give him a light shove. “Don’t get all full of yourself.”

He catches her hand before she can pull it back, eyes serious again. “Mariah, I -”

“Okay, she’s asleep!” Dani’s voice arrives in the kitchen before her head peeks around the corner, which gives Nathan enough time to drop Mariah’s hand and take a step back. “Group picture time before dinner! And can you take the gravy off the heat?”

“The gravy!” Mariah hisses at Nathan, horrified. “I was supposed to be watching it!”

“It’s fine,” he laughs, turning off the burner. He puts a hand lightly on her back to steer her out of the room, the heat from his touch radiating up her spine. She is not sure how she is going to get through the rest of the evening pretending like everything is normal.

She’s grateful that the Brezina’s dog heads straight to her as she sits for the photo, because she needs to wrap her arms around something before she bursts. Nathan positions himself behind her with about an extra foot of space between them, as if he doesn’t quite trust himself, either.

It’s the farthest they are apart for the rest of the night. She can’t help it; their kiss has unlocked something, and she needs to know how this feels. To brush his arm at dinner. To sit next to him on the couch, thighs touching just enough to send a thrill through her. She’s still amazed at how natural it all is. Like they were always going to get to this point, somehow.

At one point Dani catches her eye, tilts her head toward Nathan. She mouths, “WHAT IS HAPPENING?!”

Mariah feels herself blush, and her best friend claps silently in glee.

Eventually they gather their things, say their good nights. Laugh about how they’ll see each other at the rink in about sixteen hours - no days off during an Olympic year, even for Christmas. Nathan and Mariah step outside together, Dani giving her a knowing look before shutting the door firmly behind them.

“So,” he says, as they take the few steps to her car parked in the drive. “Is it time for you to admit that I can, as a matter of fact, be festive?”

“I think we have unlocked a Christmas superfan, yes,” she replies. “I am very proud.”

“Well, I had a secret motive, you know.” He catches her by her waist, spins her to face him.

She circles her arms around him, tilts her chin up. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He pulls her a little closer, his eyes sparkling. “See, there’s this girl that I like a lot, and she really likes Christmas. And I wanted to make her happy.”

Their first kiss in the kitchen had been frenzied, the uncorking of weeks of buildup. Their second is gentle, a promise of things to come. She smiles against his lips.

“Merry Christmas, Nathan,” she says, reaching up and pushing a curl off his forehead.

“Merry Christmas, Mariah.”

She brings Santa hats to the rink the next day. He wears his the whole session.

#fic #nathan x mariah #chenbell #first kiss challenge

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cherryphobe · 7 months

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Made myself cry thinking about my friends cat who passed away tw animal abuse & death under cut

When i still worked at spencers i had a work friend whos family life was really. Awful white trash fr. Like he was a GOOD kid stuck in a really bigotted area w his family & like his immediate mom was great but when he turned 18 he got access to his late dads inheritance which for him as his only son was, Everything. Unfortunately Everything was just, the trailer his grandparents were living in. & his family moved out the super backwoods nowhere Mississippi. & I would go out to see him cuz we were friends & we would smoke alot together but his extended family was really awful. His grandparents had this old long hair grey cat named Indi that everyone tried to tell me was fucking Evil. Like he'll attack you unprovoked! Hes only ever nice to grandad at meal time & that's it. Watch yourself he'll really mess you up!

Yall when I First Met this cat all I did was low & slow leave my hand out to sniff. He sniffed. & sat next to me the entire night I was there. Never in my lap. Just on the side table by my chair. Occasionally let me pet him. Whole family was shocked. They really thought he was just this, mentally unwell aggressive animal beyond repair.

The more I would visit them, the more I would just, offer my hand. Offer my quiet comfort. More petting sessions. Eventually leading to him sitting in my lap. If I stayed the night I'd often wake up in the middle of the night with him somewhere on the couch with me. He'd be gone by morning when everyone else was awake. It was so clear... the family was just loud. Chaotic. Abusive. His grandmom was literally abusive towards all the family pets. & while my friends dog was very mild mannered & well trained, his cousin had a Truly aggressive & untrained chihuahua mix thathad to be caged literally at all times Inside or else it would tear the place apart. The only other Livinf Creature in that entire house that Indi had Any form of trust for what his Grandad.

Anyways. Covid happened. I was absolutely Not going to be spending Any time with his conservative extended family during that time. So I didn't see him for nearly a year before visiting one more time before moving out of state. During that time he let me know Indi had passed away. & all he would tell me is that his cousins dog got loose. & that it was too much, too graphic, to tell me about.

They buried him in their yard. I said some goodbyes. It never really set in, idk. Not seeing him in so long, covid creating a world of Bigger problems. It just never registered.

But that cat was neglected & abused. I was probably the first person to show him not even Kindness, but even just understand Fundamentally what a cat needs to feel comfortable & communicated with. All I needed to show him that gained his trust was the patience to let him come to me at his own pace, & an interest in wanting him in my space too. & I'm genuinely fucking sobbing over the fact that I was the only person in this cats life to show him that. & I didn't see him for a year before he died from being mauled to fucking death by their cousins shitty dog. Its been years & you cant save them all but it breaks my fucking heart.

Indi I'm so sorry I couldn't help you more.

#long post #sorry if the read more doesnt work

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leeteraly · 2 years

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hey 😬

good meowning mwah hru i hope u're doing well or else i'm kicking life on the nuts

sorry if i haven't sent asks for a little while heh <3 life's been a little busy recently and i haven't really had the energy to talk to ppl these days 😔 also i'm running out of vacation days and i think i haven't rested properly like not even 5 mins <////////3

at this point i think it's impossible #ThatSucksIGuess

also recently i remembered that i haven't been dancing for like 3 years by now due to like some financial difficulties and yeah like i've been scared shitless for 2 years and 8 months because what if i never get to dance again 😐

which is a problem for me cuz like literally i've always been kinda really passionate and fixated on dancing and idk i feel like dancing was the only thing that genuinely was keeping me sane and happy with life it's a part of me that i have lost #MyFirstDeath etc and blah blah it's been really bad and also the whole covid situation doesn't really help y'know

ANYWAY sorry for that many words u can respond with 3842764969 paragraphs of ur life worries as well, i love u 😁 💕💕💕💕

yahir baby boyey hi wow lifes been tough im sorry

oh wow you dance? i love that im a very shitty dancer give me lessons fr

im sorry im replying so late i have been swamped w school and stuff and im so tired i feel like kmsing myself so much and im really sorry i havent been responding and been online anyways i hope you are feeling better now oh and btw i need updates on the cat and the cati (as well as their pics 😠)

my exams start from 1 september and my slyabus is so huge like i have all the chapters we did in the previous grade as well as what we have done in this academic session (I am in a board class not sure if you have that stuff but basically its like a 2 year long academic session has 4 semesters so im now giving 3rd semester exams)

anyways love u bby dude

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dojunie · 1 year

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THE WAY I GASPED WHEN U SAID THAT JENO DOESN'T KNOW THAT THERE WERE NO SERIOUS FEELINGS INVOLVED IN THE LAKE THINGY AND THAT HE'S KINDA ??? AT THE FACT THAT JAEMIN ACTED ON HIS FEELINGS REGARDLESS OF WHAT MARK FELT WHEN HE COULDN'T that's just drama / a relationship catalyst waiting to be used (winky face) MY MIND IS RUNNING WITH ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES like it seems that jaemin is definitely aware of mc's and jeno's feelings for each other and he seems like the type to give his friends a little nudge when needed HAHAHHAHA but also that seems a bit too cliche so idk 🤔 and yes i agree with you on the fact that jeno seems like the type to just sit on his jealousy and not do anything about it- but also i feel like he's the type who might start acting weird without him realizing it and also i kinda just imagine a point where he's just having a mental breaking down out of frustration and beating himself up for it though i'm not sure if he would have an "outburst" that leads him to confront mc per se like hmm I DEFINITELY IMAGINE HIS PROTECTIVENESS INCREASING QUITE A BIT given how he always seems to keep an eye on her and mc getting ??? bc they already had "closure" (and this is a little advanced but ghad i can already see the disaster for when jeno and mc finally kinda fix things and mark finds out there's something going on between them JFJSKND or does he find out before they kinda resolve things 🤔) REGARDLESS I JUST SMELL DRAMA HOW EXCITING AHHH

but can i just tell you how i find it so cute that jeno just remembers every single little thing about her and just sees right through her all the time like me irl when 🥲

ALSO A SIDE STORY ABOUT THE JAEMIN REBOUND SITUATION??? i'm hardcore jeno biased BUT W/ HOW GOOD JAEMIN LOOKED IN THE DREAM SHOW 2 CONCERT??? (WITH HIS ARMS???) don't mind if i do 😋

AND i'm so sorry if i send you messages at the weirdest times JFISOFK i'm filipino and live in the philippines so i usually read ur stuff late at night HAHHAHAH

-covid anon 🤒 (i can use this emoji as my anon name if ever but honestly i've grown attached to covid anon HAHHAHAHA)

COVID ANON!!! I LOVE YOU !!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!

obligatory read more bc i always get way too into answering your asks oml

writing the lake hookup reveal thing took me tf out... actually, i even have a saved copy of what i almost went with in regards to jeno finding that out, a draft of that conversation i didn't end up going with?? maybe you will find it of interest. it is this:

so???? maybe that gives a little insight to where jeno's head is at atm 👀 you're very on point with this jeno being the type to just stew in his own thoughts and start acting a little funny without knowing he's acting a little funny. that's going to show up considerably in CH4 lol, you're ahead of the curve 💪 and jaemin definitely knows... more than everyone thinks he knows, regarding who has feelings for who. but he's also not the person who's going to interfere, because he is of the staunch mindset that both jeno and mc Are Adults, and for them to figure out whats happening with their feelings it's kind of important that they're the ones who figure it out, not him, not mark, not anybody else. he's the relationship angel right now <3

and!! markie bby is finally going to make his grand appearance. will mc's description of him hold up? or will he be the perfect picture of innocence, his intentions marred by the trials and tribulations of being a protective older sibling?? you will find out on the next episode of misdial...!

thank you for giving me so much to think and ponder about covid anon <33333333

#covid anon #my beloved #dojun talks #dojun answers #answering asks always gets me so fired up to write #like i remember i have a little group of people with little picket signs telling me to open google docs #and i love it <3 thank you all

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calvin-af-crone · 2 years

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I'm not the other anon, but you do realize that these fact checking websites are also paid very well by the very people trying to push their agendas... right? You couldn't have possibly gone through all those years of life taking every single thing the government tells you at face value, right? If so, I am sorry for you. You should look up the hashtag "vaccineinjured" and also take a look at the doctors who chose to leave their careers instead of lying to patients. He made the right choice.

Golly, you sure sound like the same person. You're just as patronizing. I can't argue w/ you so I'm just gonna tell you what happened to my late husband's daughter, her husband, & her husband's father. All of them were Fox "News" viewers, convinced the pandemic was a hoax OR a Chinese plot & the vaccines were gonna implant GPS devices more accurate than the ones they all carry in their phones OR getting vaxxed would slowly kill them. They refused to wear masks & went about their lives as usual. Until the father—who is our age—got Covid, ended up in the hospital & nearly died.

No problem. They amended their delusions to allow for Covid being real & started wearing masks. But, the vaccine was still a evil plot. The father partially recovered & believing he was now immune went on w/ his life as usual.

Then the husband went to a wedding where he was the only one wearing a mask. The Bride had been vaccinated but the Groom had not. It was a super-spreader event & half the guests got Covid. The Bride survived. The Groom died along w/ a quarter of the other guests who got infected at his wedding.

Their direct experience caused them to shift away from their beliefs & they were discussing maybe getting vaxxed after all when the father caught Covid AGAIN & ended up back in the hospital. His second bout was far worse than the first. Before they intubated him, he gasped out a last message to his family on Facebook—

"Get vaxxed." Then, they all got vaxxed.

The vaccines never promised to keep you from getting sick from a rapidly mutating virus. But, the Moderna vaccine has been 93% effective in preventing hospitalization & DEATH. Ya'know, it's one thing for me to chose not get an annual flu shot because I personally had bad reactions. If I get an ordinary flu, I will survive.

But risking death or long-term disability over the notion there has been a massive conspiracy among competing science research labs in countries around the world to create a vaccine that does more harm than good is absurd. None of this occurred because of some monolithic "government". Thousands of individuals acted in good faith to save people from suffering death. And you don't trust them to want to save themselves & their families!

My husband & I—because of our age & infirmities—were among the first people in the US to get vaccinated. My husband did his research & decided Moderna was the best bet. That was what our county health dept offered & we got our first dose in January 2021. At the time, we felt a bit brave & willing to be guinea pigs for the sake of our children & grandchildren. We read the CDC Guidelines & accordingly wore masks & avoided crowds.

EXCEPT, after being triple-vaxxed, I flew across the country & returned home after passing thru 4 airports TWICE. I slept fitfully in a Dallas airport overnight wearing only a cloth mask AND DIDN'T CATCH COVID!

EXCEPT, the first month my husband was in a nursing home because he was dying, the facility had an outbreak of Covid & he tested positive. He got over it in a few days w/ symptoms no worse than a sinus infection. He recovered & joked about being invincible. But he went in w/ COPD & Congestive Heart Failure & those conditions are what finally killed him 6 weeks later.

You won't convince me the Moderna vaccine doesn't work & I've probably wasted my time trying to convince you to reconsider your position. Ah well...

THIS IS THE END OF THAT TOPIC.

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