#Covid and a fucking swollen eye

[kingly-genderfluid]

This day can’t get any worse.

#Spoiler alert. It got worse. #Covid and a fucking swollen eye #There was something in my eye #Think it was a minor cut #But #ow #im I’m a different country too. #Now an allergic reaction #Insect bite that began to bleed #Goddamn #i think fate hates me

[ichaserabbits]

My partner is sick (covid maybe?) and we're at urgent care and didn't have time to eat anything so we're so hungry :(

#i think hes got the newer strain with conjunctivitis symptoms #his eyes are all swollen #were vaxed and everything and wear masks and weve still gotten covid several times #if he has covid this will be the fucking fourth time #lucy speaks

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

heyyy could you do enemies to lovers with Ethan Landry that leads to like “fuck I hate you” or “you have no clue what you do to me” with smut obvi!! Thank uuuuu

Okay, hi. I love this!!!

Papercuts - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You learn the real reason why Ethan is such an asshole.

A/N: Keep sending in requests! I have a few that I'm working on but I have covid so I have NOTHING to do for the next few days:/

You hated Ethan, and Ethan hated you. It’s something that you’ve grown to accept over time, because you usually don’t hate people. Whenever he’s around you and your friends, there’s always this tension that you can’t explain. He tells you to quit being such a raging bitch, you tell him that he hopes he chokes to death on his Cheetos. At least, that’s what you to snapped at each other with the last time you had to be in the same room.

When he walked into Tara and Sam’s apartment with Chad, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“What, you aren’t happy to see me?” he faked shock, as he sat down in the living room a few seats on the couch away from you.

Chad took a seat in the space between you two, but he felt the tension immediately. He looked between the two of you.

“I think I’m going to lock both of you in a room together so you can hash this out,” he laughed, as Ethan scoffed.

“I’d rather die than be locked in a room with her,” he said, a hint of disgust in his voice.

“Oh Ethan, baby, that can be arranged,” you said, as your friends watched intently for the impending explosion.

His eyes were dark as he stared you down.

“Oh, you have nothing to say? That’s a first,” you laughed, the rest of the friend group exchanging glances.

“You know what, Chad? I think you’re right. Let’s go talk, baby,” he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the couch.

As you made it down the stairs of the apartment complex, you felt your heart race.

“Where the fuck are you taking me?” you asked, as both of your feet pounded against the sidewalk. His walk got faster as he held onto you.

“We’re going to my apartment,” he snapped.

“Like I’d want to be in there alone with you,” you said, trying to keep up.

“Well, I’m sorry, baby, but that’s where we’re going,” He mocked, as we approached the main door to his complex.

“Stop calling me that,” you huffed, both out of frustration and him making you walk at a high speed for 5 blocks.

“You started it.”

After you made it inside, he tossed his keys on the kitchen counter before turning to face you. The same dark expression painted on his face as you backed away a little. You hate to say it, but him like this was a…turn on? You didn’t know where these new thoughts were coming from as he stepped closer towards you.

“Why are you such a bitch?” he asked, making subtle glances between your eyes and your mouth.

“Why are you such an asshole?” you snapped back.

That’s when he grabbed your hips lifting you up on the kitchen island.

“I fucking hate you,” he said, before placing his lips onto yours.

He kissed you with determination, like this is what he needed to do to release all the tension. You moaned into the kiss as his hand squeezed your thigh. He pulled back, trying to read your face.

Your lips were swollen from the kiss, as your eyes were glazed over with lust. He stepped away from you and started to pace.

“What, you wanted to bring me back here to kiss me like THAT, then just stop,” you said, your voice dripping in anger and sexual frustration.

“You want more?” he asked, stopping his pacing to look at you.

“Maybe,” you said.

“No, I’m serious. Do you want that to go further?” he asked, his tone shifting.

“Yes.”

Within seconds his lips were back on yours. His hands started to roam your body, making you whimper into the kiss.

“You want to know why I hate you so much?” he asked, grabbing your hand and placing it against the hard cock in his pants, “It’s because you do this to me every time you run that smart mouth of yours.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the size.

After he led you to his room, the kiss continued, only taking brief pauses when you both took off your shirts. Within a minute, both of you were standing there completely naked. His hands started to roam the newly exposed skin, as he started to kiss down your neck.

“Fuck,” you gasped, as his finger brushed against your clit.

“You’re so wet,” he mumbled into your neck.

The movement of his fingers against you had you craving more. He slipped them inside of you, stretching you out. He held you up against him as your legs weakened every time he brushed over that special spot inside of you.

“I need you to fuck me,” you said, his eyes connecting with yours.

He slid his fingers out and turned you around, following behind you as you walked towards the bed. You went to lay down on it, before he stopped you.

“No baby, just bend over the side of the bed. I want to fuck you standing up,” he said. This time when he called you baby, it didn’t sound condescending like before. You kind of liked it.

He slid into you slowly after you leaned across the bed on your elbows. When he started to move, his pace picked up quickly. It felt like he was letting out months of sexual frustration.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, as his hands ran over the curves of your ass as he pounded into you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said, as you felt the familiar sensation brewing.

“Just like that, Eth. Don’t stop,” you whined, as your orgasm started to wash over you.

He fucked you through it, and it didn’t take long for him to hit his peak.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” he said, pulling out and releasing on your lower back.

He helped clean you up, before the two of you laid on his bed.

“So, do we still hate each other?” you asked, curious to know where you stand with him.

“I don’t think so…but I do like it when you run your mouth,” he laughed.

The two of you didn’t tell your friends what happened. They had their assumptions, but after a few days of trying the normal friend behavior, you both when back to your trash-talking ways. Everyone thought that the time you had to hash things out was pointless, but all you could think about was getting Ethan fired up enough to take you back to his bedroom again.

#scream #scream smut #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader

[sporesgalaxy]

knowing long covid can effect the nervous system -> I have had this annoying but ultimately not lifestyle-altering blind spot in the center of my vision since my covid symptoms started -> before my covid symptoms started I was getting tested for having swollen optic nerves which can cause vision loss -> I might end up with this stupid fucking bean haunting my vision forever and I wont know until my eye doctor appointment in December because my condition is not actively worsening or ruining my life

#complaining

[carmybears]

Take Care of You

pairing: carmy berzatto X female!reader

summary: Part two of Crimson Wave in which there is nothing but absolute porn from start to finish

word count: 2.1k

warnings: explicit content, 18+; periods/menstruation, period sex (not that it's really mentioned until the end), oral sex (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, dirty talk. Edited while I have covid, so just consider this unedited.

“How d’ya feel?” Carmy’s mumbling into the bare skin of your shoulder as you sit, still twitching and oversensitive in his lap. His voice is hushed and reverent, as if he were worshipping at the altar of your ecstasy. But still, you detect something needy in his tone – the same neediness that you can still feel pulsing through your veins.

You wedge a hand between your hips and feel Carmy’s dick twitch under your fingers as you stroke him through his boxers, the final layer of cotton separating your bodies.

“I’m feeling like it’s time for round two.”

“Mm, you’re too good to me, babydoll,” he rasps as he raises his hips and allows you to shuck off his jeans.

You follow his pants to the floor, settling onto your knees as you run your fingers over his thighs, feeling the muscles clench and tremble in anticipation of your next action.

“You make me feel so good, Carmy,” you tell him as you rest your cheek on the inside of his knee, looking up at him through long lashes. “I wanna return the favor.”

With delicate fingers, you pull his cock, hot and heavy, out of his boxers and wet your lips. He’s leaking precum over his swollen, red tip and it feels cruel to tease him after the night he’s given you so far. You immediately take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip in a way that makes him inhale sharply through his nose.

“Fu….”

The word disappears off of his tongue as you hollow your cheeks, sucking him in inch by inch and allowing your hand to take care of whatever you can’t fit into your mouth. You bob your head slowly at first, coating him in saliva as the salty taste of him covers your tongue. Eventually, you pick up the pace, finding a steady rhythm that has him letting out the breathiest moans and grasping at the fabric of the sofa with desperate fingers.

God, you love how fucking vocal he is – relish in how quickly you can reduce him to incoherent babble when you’ve got him in your mouth like this. Your pussy aches at every moan, and you slot a hand between your thighs just for a moment, grinding slightly in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.

“Takin’ me so good, baby,” Carmy praises as he touches your hair, sweeping it away from your face so he can see you better. “Always take me so good.”

When you glance up at him, he’s staring you down intently, his jaw slack as he takes in your every motion, and you want to put on a show for him. You flatten your palms atop his trembling thighs and then swallow him down deeper than before, your eyes watering as you feel him sliding against the back of your throat, bruising your soft palette. When you pull away, a string of saliva stretches from your lips before finally breaking, messy on your chin.

“Sweetheart…”

Carmy’s breathless, reaching out a hand to stroke your face, one finger curled under your jaw as his thumb cleans the spit off of your chin before pushing into your puckered pink lips for you to swirl your tongue over his fingertip. As you suck on his thumb, you curl one arm around his calf, the other hand reaching to stroke his cock again.

He stops you before you and touch him, diverting your fingers back down to the top of his thigh.

“No more for now. Wanna cum in that pretty pussy of yours. That ok, baby?”

You release his finger from your mouth with a pop. “Yes, Chef.”

Something like fire flickers in his eyes when you call him by his title, and you’re caught up in a whirlwind as he’s yanking you up from the floor and pulling your limbs hastily around him, strong hands grasping at your ass as he picks you up with ease. You’ve got your heel planted firmly at the base of his spine as you attach your lips to his, lips and tongues colliding as he carries you through the tiny apartment.

You expect to be wedged against the bedroom door or tossed into the nest of blankets and sheets that adorns your bed. Instead, you’re surprised to feel the cold press of granite across the back of your thighs as Carmy takes you to the kitchen.

You’ve always kept the kitchen clean, even before meeting Carmy; your apartment was too damn small to handle much clutter. Even still, Carmy fans an arm out behind you, feeling around to ensure that there’s nothing sharp, hot, or otherwise unsavory to be found on the countertop before laying you down upon the cool surface.

You gasp aloud as cold granite bites at the bare skin of your back, and you find yourself arching upwards, desperately seeking Carmy’s warmth. Your fingertips graze his chest, but he’s just barely out of your reach as he curls his arms around the backs of your knees, pulling you into place at the edge of the countertop.

His fingertips are dancing between your folds again and you writhe underneath his touch.

“Do y’know how many times I’ve thought about taking you in the kitchen?” His eyes are glassy as he croons to you. “Had to go on a smoke break the other day to cool off cuz I just kept thinking about fuckin’ your pretty little pussy in the middle of the restaurant.”

He’s got his cock prodding at your entrance now. With every shift, he’s sliding against you, grazing your too-sensitive clit, and all you can do is whine.

“Can’t make a mess at the restaurant though. So we’ll have to make a fuckin’ mess here, won’t we, doll?”

You nod eagerly then, having gone mute in lust.

“Say it for me, baby,” he coaxes. “Say you want me to take care of you.”

You’re reaching for him, fingertips just grazing his hipbones as you fight through the cloud of lust in your brain to form a sentence. “Yes, Carmy. Please.”

He slides into you then and you take him eagerly. You tilt your hips slightly, taking a moment to appreciate the fullness and the stretch of him.

Carmy’s so patient with you, even though you can feel his cock twitch inside you, ready for more. He told you one time, whispered pillow talk in his dim bedroom shortly after you started dating, that one of his favorite parts of sex with you was watching your face as you took him in.

“S’like magic,” he had mumbled against your lips. “Like nothin’ I’ve ever seen. The look on your face is always so fuckin’ beautiful.”

Your stomach muscles clench as you buck your hips up against his, signaling to him that it’s ok for him to move. He starts off with long, slow thrusts that somehow feel more like teasing than anything he could do with his mouth or hands, and you swear you can feel every throbbing vein in his cock sliding against your walls as he rocks into you, again and again and again. Eventually beads of sweat start to form along his hairline as his pace gradually quickens and he’s palming greedily at your thighs for leverage as he sinks into you.

Suddenly, he’s grabbing you roughly around the middle, pulling you up from the countertop and placing you on your feet. He slips out of you, and before you can whine, he’s asking you to turn for him.

Carmy’s breath is hot against the shell of your ear as you turn for him, placing your hands on the counter in front of you. His cock is pressed up against your backside as he drags his lips down your throat, teeth scraping at the apex of your shoulder as he bends you forward. Your arms slide into place atop the granite as he grips your hips firmly between his hands and you widen your stance.

When he thrusts back into you, your eyes roll back in your head and you drop your forehead to the cool countertop, savoring this different, deeper angle.

“Mmmh, Carmy.” You’re mumbling his name incoherently.

“You like that, baby?”

You nod weakly as he thrusts into you again.

“Wanna hear you, sweetheart,” he chides as he slips an arm around you, fingers toying with your clit. “Do you like that?”

“Fuck,” you gasp, pushing your hips backward into his as his fingers swirl around your clit. “Yes -- feels good.”

“How good, baby?”

“So fuckin’ good, Carm. You feel so fuckin’ good inside me, baby.” Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth and you’re not altogether convinced that you’re actually speaking English anymore, but you know how your praise gets Carmy off. “Your cock always feels so fucking good inside me.”

Any modicum of control he has left seems to vacate Carmy’s body, because he’s fucking you roughly, cock buried deep within the walls of your pussy as you continue to mumble his name like a mantra under your breath. You’re rolling your hips back into him in tandem as you feel the hot coil tightening at the base of your stomach and you scrape your fingertips desperately at the countertop seeking purchase.

“M’close, Carmy.”

“Fuck,” he gasps. “Me too, baby.”

For a man who is quite literally inside of you, he feels too far away. You reach backward, grasping at his arm and turning to catch his eye; he’s not too far gone to notice the desperation on your face.

“Carmen,” you beg. “I want all of you.”

He seems to understand what you’re saying. For all the rough, desperate sex you’ve had, you always seem to gravitate closer together in those final moments before reaching your high, clinging tightly to each other like you’re the last two people left in the world.

Hurriedly, he’s turning you back around, one arm holding you tightly to his chest as he props you up against the edge of the counter. Your breath is his breath as you’re holding his face tightly, fingers tugging at his hair so roughly that you know it must hurt but you want him closer, need him closer.

His next thrust strikes that place within you that has you curling your toes as you teeter ever closer to the edge. You feel the rough skin of his thumb rubbing precise circles around your clit as he repeats the movement, hitting that same spot again and again until you break. Carmy’s swollen lips and eyelids, heavy with lust, are the last thing you see before you clench your eyes shut, forehead falling against his as pleasure rolls over you.

His fingers dig harshly into your hipbones as his thrusts become erratic, and your walls are still fluttering around him when you feel him cum, warm and thick inside of you – your name on his breath, your saliva on his tongue.

The tension leaves both of your bodies in a flood and Carmy’s staggering as he tries to continue holding you in position. You slump against the counter, resting your full weight atop the granite but as you continue to hold him close, too blissed out on endorphins and oxytocin to imagine letting him get away from you.

Carmy kisses you and you savor in the familiar warmth of the embrace, of the way that rough, greedy hands turn to soothing, feather light touches.

“We should get cleaned up,” he says when you part. “Lemme run you a bath.”

You feel heat rising in your cheeks as you remember the heating pad, long forgotten on the living room floor, the bottle of Midol sitting in the medicine cabinet of the bathroom, and catch a glimpse of crimson streaked across Carmy’s pelvis.

“Oh my god,” you say with a start. “I wasn’t even thinking – I’m sure I made a huge mess of the place.”

Carmy places his hands on your arms, rubbing reassuring circles on the curve of your shoulder with his thumbs as he fixes you in his piercing blue gaze.

“Yeah, we made a mess, which I specifically remember asking for several times,” he presses a kiss to your forehead as he continues. “So I’m gonna run you a bath, and you’re going to enjoy some lavender scented bubbles while I clean up out here.”

“Let me at least help –“

“You’re always taking care of me, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

#carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto smut #carmy x reader smut #carmy berzatto x reader smut #carmen berzatto x reader smut #carmy berzatto x reader #mine

[hoosurdaddy]

Chapter 8.

Pairing: post covid! Stan Marsh x post covid! Reader, post covid! Kenny McCormick x post covid! reader.

Triggers: 18+, cheating, smut,gaslighting, fighting.. Reader is married to Stan, bad grammar, short.. Rushing this so I'm finally finished a series

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Since the secret was out, you hadn't heard from Stan for the past few days despite the fact you had called and texted him, begging for him to come home and how you were willing to make things rights. You hadn't really slept or talked to anyone since. You had texted Kyle to see if he found anything about Stan, from his vague replies you had suspected that he was staying with him. At least he was safe.

Heidi had texted you about the entire situation and she seemed to be the only non-judgmental person talking to you right now. South Park was a small place, rumours were easily spread. You couldn't remember much from when Stan left, but you knew your two week holiday was up and you had to return to work.

When you walked into the door of the building, you could already feel the judgmental whispers and stares, while doing your best to ignore them but you couldn't, not even Butter's glares at you each time he walked by. You couldn't even eat your lunch in peace without people looking at you. You had just sat at your desk all day, pretending to be doing something. Until a fax came through for Kenny, which you had to deliver, which would stir up more rumors'.

But you held your head high when you entered his office. And there he was. His face was still swollen, you couldn't imagine how it looked before with all the blood. His lip was cut, his nose and eye were black, along with a few bruises on his arm. "Hey." You whispered as you handed him the fax, which he muttered a thank you.

You stood there for a moment as Kenny got a few more sheets for you to take out to your desk. "Why."

Kenny knew that the two of you were hot gossip around South Park, especially after the incident that took place at iHop. Kenny could see your eyes were sad and tired. You were a mess, you looked even worst than he did.

Kenny just shrugged. "You said you felt guilty."

"I do, but that was up to me to tell Stan."

"You weren't the only person involved."

There was no denying that Kenny was hurt, physically and mentally. He was always in pain from watching Stan hug and kiss, especially on your wedding day when Stan slipped that ring on your pretty finger, Kenny knew he had fallen in deep. Kenny always wanted you. You made him so fucking happy, you made Kenny feel like human. Even the nights when you'd rearrange plans with Stan to be with him. Kenny craved you so badly, but after this week events; he wasn't sure what was going to happen to either of you.

"If this was you trying to get back at me for ending things than fine. I guess I deserve it, but Stan did not." Kenny could take a thousand beatings from Stan and be okay, but with you, talking about your 'mistake' made Kenny want to remove him eyes. "I'm sorry Ke-."

Kenny held his hands up to stop you. "No, I'm sorry." Kenny figured this would have you running into his arms for him to take you back, but if anything, it made him look disgusting. "I have to go, faxes, lunch.." He rambled, moving past his desk and pasted you, leaving you standing there.

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Tired, you dragged yourself into the house. You saw your parents car along with Stan's outside your house, and you could only think the worst. All you wanted to do was throw yourself onto the couch and cry yourself to sleep (somewhat). It surprised you Stan was home, but also extremely happy and nervous about what you were walking into.

In the kitchen, your dad sat there with Stan, laughing and smiling as your mom cooked what looked like to be burgers. Stan loved your dad, he was a stable father figure to him when his wasn't available. Stan always loved the feeling of family, and being around your family had helped Stan in his sobriety, especially when you both decided you wanted children.

"Honey." Your mom greeted as she walked up to you and hugged you while your dad smiled at you. Stan sat there, stoned face, but your parents didn't seem to notice. "Stan invited us to dinner. We're so glad you're home." Your dad continued, patting Stan on the back.

"Yeah, today was.. mad." Your voice was dry.

"Yeah, Stan was filling me in on all that happened this week."

You internally panicked, wondering what your husband had just told your parents. You figured it was nothing serious, or else your parents wouldn't be happy. You looked at Stan, who shook his head, letting you know that you were safe and that he didn't say anything about your affair. Your parents stayed for dinner, your dad had to much fun doing the wash up with Stan. They were both laughing and joking, while your mom sat with you, discussing about Uncle Derek's latest adventure to Australia.

When your parents finally left, you went upstairs to your bedroom. You noticed what a mess the room was in with Stan's clothes everywhere. You figured he was moving his stuff out. You heard foot steps coming up the stairs, it was Stan.

"What Stan? I'm a lying slut, you hate me."

"I don't hate you." Stan announced, leaning against the door. "Trust me, I want too. Some of us take our vows more serious than others." He continued, walking over to were you were sitting on the bed as he reached over to hold your hand. "I had called your parents to come get your stuff, and tell them about what had happened, but when they got here and I began talking to them.. You know your dad doesn't think I'm a total loser, he told me he was proud of my sobriety even while running a whiskey company." Stan let out a chuckle. His own dad never told him he was proud of him, let alone try help him get sober when he needed to be most. But he done it, and he would do it again.

"You were never a loser." You muttered, squeezing Stan's hand as you listened to him ramble. You had to becareful with your words. "Listen, I get it when we divorce you can still be friends with my dad."

"Divorce?" Stan shook his head. He wasn't going to throw away his entire marriage over a mistake that you made. "No way. Y/N I am not throwing away my whole fucking marriage over McCormick, okay? I don't know how but you're going to fix it."

You inhaled as you stared at him. You hadn't even considered fixing your marriage since that didn't seem like what Stan wanted, but he did. He was willing to give you a second chance. Stan wrapped his arms around you as you cried into his chest. The past few days had been lonely without him.

"Stop crying." Stan whispered as he hugged you. "You're going to make things right."

"How? How can I make any of this better?"

Stan sighed as he pulled away from you. "I wanted to tell you when things were right.. But there was a buy out on an old whisky company in Wyoming, and my company bought it.. It would be great to expand the market and for growth of the company, which means when the company is starting I will have to be in Wyoming a lot, which is about a seven hour drive." Stan started. "I want you to quit your job and move to Wyoming with me to start a new life without Kenny."

"Stan, I-"

"I am not giving up on this marriage because of Kenny. No way." Stan gripped your hands tightly. "You can fix this by leaving your job, and coming to Wyoming with me. We can have a fresh start, where no one knows who we are, or what has happened..So are you going too?"

You shrugged. "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Stan didn't think he was being unreasonable by asking so much. After all, you were the one who ruined your marriage when you decided to sleep with his best friend. He could of divorced you and went to a strip club, like Kyle had suggested. But he didn't. He wanted you. He wasn't going to lose you to Kenny. You had to work your ass off to make this right, and until Stan could forgive you; he would be the one in charge. "I can tell you my decision."

"Can I think about it? I'd be leaving my parents, our friends."

"I don't think you'd wanna hear what our so called friends are saying about you right now." Stan spat at you, making your head drop. He was right.

You nodded. Stan stood up as he planted a kiss onto your forehead. "I'll give you till Tuesday to think about it, 4:30. You better have a decision." You nodded again, feeling the tears welling back up in your eyes but this time, Stan wiped your eyes and gave you a kind smile (which you didn't deserve). "I'm going to stay at Kyle's until then. I'll see you soon with a decision."

You nodded again. Stan had left. You checked the day on the calendar, seeing that it was Saturday. You had a whole two days to make a decision that will affect the rest of your life, but regardless the consequence of your actions, and now you were paying for it.

#post covid!stan marsh x reader #post covid!south park #post covid!Stan Marsh #Post covid!Kenny McCormick #Post Covid!Kenny McCormick x reader #post covid!kenny mccormick smut #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #south park x reader #traitor series

[bloogers-boogers]

Kyle Brofloski/Eric Cartman (SP one-shot)

/Insanely obsessed/

Summary: Post covid special but Stan couldn't fix the timeline and Kyle is deranged.

Slight Warning ⚠️ has sensitive topics I do not reccomend reading if you're aren't able to handle that sorta thing!(blood, injuries,violence, games, cheating, probably stockholm syndrome,etc.)(no, theres no r*pe! Just 'typical' comedic kidnapping like with Scott Tenorman or the hand slaughter murderer, ginger cult or the the big foot hunters) Please spare yourself the uncomfortable read.

Author's note: First time writing this type of stuff involving fucked up scenarios but I tried. Pls tell me if it's deranged enough hehe if you're wondering where this came from is from a previous post I written here

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Humming was all the redhead man did while sharpening his trustful knife, looking his way to the dark corner of the room he's in.

A smile crept his face, looking fondly at the weapon, "you know? I used to be kinda fascinated by knives when I was a kid.. sharp things to be in fact," he blurted out loud casually, turning his way facing a tied up man who muffled lightly in protest to be let go, growing tirelessly aswell by his previous fail attempts.

His brunette now greasy and tangled hair covering most of his face. His body all tied up in chains around a wooded plank unable to move just his head and feet.

"Do you remember the metrosexual trend? Haha! I remember having team up with Mr Garrison, having ofcourse my beloved knife with me," he beamed holding on to the knife with excitement and a hint of nostalgia, looking at the man who looked straight at the ground not bothering to pay him mind, "are you hungry? Is that it, fatso?" He mustered a little bitter by the lack of attention he's receiving.

"I'll be right back," he commented not expecting a reply back, heading upstairs.

He had dragged that fatass to a cabin inside the woods it was a one ground floor but it had a basement that worked as a food compartment, it was pretty average size, but it was perfect nonetheless. There was only a small window in it but he covered it with a blind just at night, he wasn't that cruel.

Coming back with some chips in hand, jumping each stairs with delight, "I swear~ by the moon and the stars in the sky~" he sang placing the chips in a chair as he crotch infront of the man getting to his level.

The brunette man being none other then Eric Cartman: former archrival. Now married man, respectful rabbi and father of three children.

Cartman glared at him with reddened puffy eyes and some dark huge circles under them.

"Got some chessy poofs for you, fatass. They're your favorite aren't they? I believe I remember they were," he said, acting as he was trying to recall the fact. But was deeply aware of everything Cartman liked and disliked.

He tried feeding him some, like a tourist trying to feed peanuts to an elephant. But removed his hand quickly as Cartman had tried to bite him the moment he untied the rag off his mouth.

"Uh-uh uh, bad Cartman bad!" He smacked his head receiving a hiss in pain from his part.

Cartman still remained silent as he glaringly watch every move he did, he was enjoying the attention he was now giving him.

To summarize it all leading to this moment, it was after being revealed to him their future could've turn out different, having reuniting with old friends, having to attend one of his best friends funeral and then realizing his arch rival, the most piece of shit person he's ever met was living a happy married life while he lived miserable and lonely.

It was fucking unfair.

He slapped Cartman's cheeks with each single thought his way, making them swollen and bruised, standing up as he grabbed a bowl and shove all the cheesy poofs inside.

"You'll get hungry eventually," stating that, he place the bowl below Cartman's reach, still mouth unfolded. Still not spitting a single word his way.

"¡Why Kahal! You dumb jinger jersey jew! How could you! You forgot to add me some kfc chicken on the side," he mimicked Cartman's childish whiney voice, "but I shouldn't be surprised, a person with the three 'j''s' have ever done anything right in there lives."

"Shut up, Cartman! I can't drive back town whenever your fatass feels like it!"

"But kahaaaal! I want some kfc!"

He glance at Cartman but he showed no real intention on snapping back, he 'tsk' pacing back and forth throwing his knife straight to the board he had previously place in the wall hitting a photo of Cartman and his family in a fit of rage. Losing all his patience.

It hit directly at the fatass face already covered by previous holes.

He smirked having cause the real man in question flinch by the noise. Grabbing his knife once more and approaching him, crouching back to his level and holding the knife against his neck.

"Say something, asshole." He warned coldly, "I didn't go all the way to New York for you, just so your ass to ignore me like I'm some crazy lunatic."

"I– I want to go home..I won't tell a soul I promise.." he pleaded almost in a whisper, but that made him dig his knife even further against his skin making him gulp by the sharp knife against his adams apple, "o-oh, Kyle.. uh– I.. think, I am just a little hungry. That's all," Finally admitting out loud as sweat fell like rivers down his face, chuckling nervously.

He smiled, grabbing the bowl next to him, hand feeding the cheesy poofs like feeding some stray animal.

Caressing with his now cheesy thumb against Cartman's bruised cheek smearing the cheese all over him as he trembled under his touch, "atta boy, that's more like it."

Sometimes he forgot how much Cartman's voice had changed since children, it wasn't unpleasant but he rarely got to hear it nowadays only remembering briefly the times we're it was mostly noticeable for the hint of sarcasm and false innocence.

Now..

It was more mature and it was calmer, he liked it.

He already had in mind how to put in good use of that voice of his.

Once Cartman finished the entire bowl, he stood up walking to a near desk, placing all the chip bags to the side and grabbing his chair.

Seating down, he opened a drawer and grabbed a polaroid camera, sliding his rolling chair with fun next to Cartman and grinning widely as he snapped a picture of the two.

Now shaking the picture frantically for the color to appear and the two silhouettes fill the blank polaroid.

"Look at us, we look good. Well, atleast I do," he stated, eying the brunette as he rested his left elbow on his shoulder and gripping his cheeks with his free hand forcibly making him look at the picture.

He nodded fanatically as he was reviewing it internally, agreeing to everything he said.

The night had finally arise, and he stood up from his desk having worked piles of school paperwork, ofcourse he had to keep up with work now having to maintain two.

He stretched his arms going upstairs and grabbing a bucket, sponge and soap.

"Bath time, fatass!" He exclaimed, almost running back downstairs, jumping the last stair. Placing the bucket infront of the chubby man as he grabbed the hose that was slid from the outside of the window through inside.

Filling up the bucket with water, now setting a small bucket at the side and filling it up with water, adding soap while soaking the sponge in.

He carefully slid Cartman's plain white button shirt off, brushing his skin lightly with his fingertips.

Grabbing the sponge squeezing some of the soaked water off rubbing it against his chest, tapping and smudging it all over, trying to rub all the dirt and sweat off. Then his back, armpits, his sides, waist and lastly legs, crotch and ass. He wasn't too comfortable washing Cartman's ass at first but after the first couple of weeks together, he just saw his body in the ways a nurse would see their patient while bathing them.

Though, he must admit. With time, he's visualize Cartman's body as something very beautiful. It was kinda in like a artistic viewing way.

Admiring it; every curve and softness while he scrubbed every inch of his body, it'd be a pity if he were to lose weight and lose that scrumptious figure of his.

He sighed tirelessly resting his head against Cartman's bare back hearing his beating heart and light panting.

He fixed Cartman up, clothes right back on as he grabbed his bag.

It was time to go back home.

"I'll come back tomorrow," he waved goodbye as he left the cabin heading back to South Park.

Tapping his fingers against the wheel as a song resonated in the radio.

His phone rang, placing it in the cup holder as he answered.

"What up?" He spoke.

"Kyle, did you hear what happened?" Stan asked almost dreadful. He kinda guessed what could it possibly be about.

"What happened?" He fake a shock tone, lowering the volume of his radio.

"It's, Cartman, dude. He's gone missing. His wife contact me today asking if I knew anything about his whereabouts, his family is very worried right now."

"No way dude, since when?"

"She says it's almost been a month already, like.. what could've happened to Cartman?"

"Maybe he just bailed off? You know how much of an asshole he is, Stan. Wouldn't be surprised if he ran off to make a new careless free life."

"Kyle, I think this is serious. I don't think Cartman is that much an asshole, he's seemed change when we last saw him."

"Not my problem, Stan," he admitted, humming lightly as he turned a street.

"Kyle, I know you don't believe in Cartman changing. But he was still our friend–"

"No, Stan. We weren't friends, he made my life miserable when we were kids. Mocking and taunting me all the damn time."

"C'mon, man. Don't take offense to this, but you use to share your fair share yourself, you mocked Cartman because he was fat as fuck, and you still do even if Cartman has shown to you he's grown."

"Cartman was fucking with me, he did that on purpose to get rise outta me."

"You can't act like there weren't times you and Cartman shared actual good moments together."

"No, not even one good memory I can pin point, Stan."

"Oh god, Jesus christ Kyle. What about the time– uh.. well there was this once– Kyle you can be so damn difficult sometimes!"

It didn't surprise him how Stan found complicated to recall any good moments between him and Cartman gone through. Stan can be quite oblivious to most things, lacking attention, even though, it makes sense he wouldn't grasp anything about them when they kept their personal and intimate moments very hidden in the back of their mind far from others to reach.

"Stan it's not my fault that you're now finding some sense of purpose by trying to look for our missing 'friend' just cause your life is miserable and hallow."

"Your life will be forever empty and hallow without Cartman around!"

"What's that supposed to mean!? He literally lives in New York," he slammed the wheel, finally parking in his driveway, "and I'm perfectly fine without him, living here in South park."

There was a long pause before Stan spoke again.

"Kenny would've tried looking for him.." he mustered as ruffling noise were heard through the line.

He sighed, defeated. Low blow to use Kenny against him.

"Fine, but I'll search through the web I can't just be leaving work when I please y'know."

"Fine. I'll be heading to New York in a couple of days and gather up more clues, I'll text you when I find something."

And with that he hanged up, he rolled his eyes as he entered his dark almost unoccupied place.

Doing his nocturnal routine before going to bed. Stan's words had hit him hard, empty and hallow..

He looked at his ceiling thinking about Cartman, and what could he possibly bring him for lunch tomorrow. He wonder if he was trying to attempt on getting out this very instance while he was away, which is most likely but he was sure of the security he's put and being very certainly it'll be 'Cartman proof'.

<<<< —————>>>>

"Hey, fatass. Missed me?" He greeted placing a bag in his desk, now approaching the man who had seemingly pissed himself.

"Guess, I'll be very busy than usual these days. Apparently Stan found it being a great idea to go look for you," he explained circling around his chair, finally stopping and resting his hands on it, eyes narrowing Cartman's.

As his eyes lit up somewhat hopeful.

"Before you get your panties in a twist he won't be looking for you here. He's going to New York," he smugly stated as he savored Cartman's saddened expression; losing hope once more.

"Anyways, why not we play a game today?" He asked, bringing out a small roulette with already written games on.

Cartman denied frantically as he squinted his eyes almost screaming but the noise reduced into a loud muffle because of the rag in his mouth.

"And a one and a two–" he began, now turning viciously the roulette letting go as he waited for the lucky choice.

"Ding ding ding!" He exclaimed clapping his hands not too enthusiastic, as the roulette had stopped in number 7.

"Guess marbles eating it is!" He grabbed under his desk a box, looking through his shit until he found the marbles.

He kneel down, as he puckered Cartman's mouth gripping it hard with a free hand, now taking off the rag.

"N-ngh!" He winced out trying to avoid being force to eat a small tiny marble.

"Eat it, or I'll shove you the big one!" He warned with a narrow, making Cartman reluctantly obey; swallowing a red marble out from his hand, his lips brushing against it.

He shoved a couple of more in his mouth finally feeling pleased once Cartman swallow them all at whole.

"Good boy," he said, now bringing the bag he had brought with him.

Sitting infront of him as he crossed his legs, taking out some kfc chicken, potatoes, gravey and biscuits.

He munched on a chicken leg not taking off his gaze from Cartman's glaring stare. He winked at him teasingly as he continued to eat infront of him not sparing a piece at the fatass.

His eyes glued at the chicken and his mouth was basically dripping drool, the sound of his growling stomach echoed the walls.

He smirked while looking at the pathetic display, gesturing his half eaten chicken at him, Cartman hesitated for a bit his facials soften in worry before reluctantly leaning forward and eating the most smallest piece from it.

He move it away and continued eating a few bites before placing it again infront of Cartman, gesturing once more for he to take a bite.

Cartman then ate another piece this time it was quite bigger than the first bite, but their was still some chicken left as he was attempting to not leave it in a fully naked bone probably worried if he'd do wrong if he did exactly that.

That fact that Cartman was being more mindful of what he'd think/want instead of himself spread him with pride.

A immense satisfaction his way by Cartman's submission and obedience.

He gently caressed Cartman's fiery hair, making him flinch by the sudden gesture. He placed what was left from the chicken leg for he to finish it.

He almost gobbled it down with rush, he hold in a snicker as he distracted himself playing with Cartman's hair, and grabbed another chicken leg feeding it to him while still curling his hair with his fingers and tugging it slightly before twirling it around, looping some strands.

It was so soft.

The day cease once more to its end, the difference now is that tomorrow would be his day off, so he figured why not stay the night?

He brought in a sleeping bag and some books, Cartman arched a brow confused as he layyed down next to him, sliding the book underneath him and opening the first chapter, signaling with his index finger what he wanted him to do.

He heard Cartman gulped hard as he cleared his throat poorly.

He hasn't heard Cartman speak at all since yesterday which was just him pleading to be let go. And it was actually driving him crazy.

So this would make a nice change in their new dynamic.

He tucked himself as he waited for Cartman to read him the book.

"Chapter one.." he spoke very so softly, he could've sworn he was whispering if it weren't for the small cracks and brief pauses in his voice feeling exhausted himself, "The city of beef wellington a cold place where people lived in a starving crisis as broadcasting news reported Gordon Ramsey had stolen and used most of the supposedly endless food supplies for a cooking standoff‐"

He closed his eyes as Cartman's voice soothe him like a lullaby.

<<<< —————>>>>

After a calming night, he tirelessly opened his eyes stretching his arms out from the sleeping bag, turning to his left looking at a sleeping Cartman. Drool fell from his mouth as his eyes were shut tight showing off those big eyelashes of his. The book still underneath while being open and left off on the page Cartman had last narrate for.

He tilted his head looking at Cartman's messy hair, it seemed curled..

He figure it could be because of how tangled it's been left for, so he went upstairs and grabbed a hairbrush, once back startling the man awake as he began brushing his hair unnoticed.

It wasn't as tangled as he expected it to be, and the more he untangle it the more wavy looking it looked.

"What's with your hair, fatass?" Sliding his fingers in his hair, feeling it's softness and curling texture.

Cartman moved his head lightly, tired eyes looked down as he was still drowsy.

"My hair..? What you mean..?" he mustered quietly almost with effort.

He brushed harshly trying to straighten it back but it still remained wavy, making Cartman flinched in pain by the careless brushing.

"It doesn't go to it's normal texture, what gives?"

"Ah.. I suppose it was inevitable.."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I actually have natural curly hair.. like you Kyle."

His eyebrows raised in surprise, now leaving the brush on the floor, "what?" He asked incredulous.

"I just straightened and gel it down all the time when we were kids.. for me.. it was embarrassing, and my mom use to not like it that way either so since preschool she'd straightened it down all the time.. my hair kinda just got use to it by now so it's kinda waved down quite a notch.. and now with out caring for it, it's probably just getting back to it's nature curls I suppose.."

He looked at him attentively, contemplating the new revelation he's been told.

No fucking way.

"You use to always taunt me for my curly hair!"

"And I'm sorry.."

"Don't fucking apologize!" He punched him in the stomach out of pure rage, causing a 'hmph!' from Cartman, feeling the cold metallic chains against his skin. Leaving a red stingy mark in his knuckles as he stood up.

He stormed off outside, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his car, slamming the door shut now leaning his back against it. Lightening up a cigarette before inhaling the nicotine substance, glaringly looking at the trees surrounding the cabin.

Contemplating murder, feeling betrayed and lied to all his damn life. Over some damn stupid hair.

Stepping on his cigarette, he opened his truck taking out a bat and slamming it right back shut. Heading inside and going downstairs looking at a now trembling brunette, who looked at him scared.

As he should, cause what he's about to do won't be the slightest pretty.

He slammed the wooden bat in his stomach, each hit with more forceful rage. Causing Cartman to whined in pain and whimper screaming apologetic pleads, blood coming out from his mouth, tear falling down his glossy eyes wanting for it to stop.

But he didn't bare listen or care, grabbing his so curly hair with a hank making Cartman yelp. He grabbed his knife from his pocket slicing some of his hair off before letting go and heading to his drawer. Still not finish as he hold on to some scissors.

"Snip snip," he mustered loud enough for the man to hear, menacingly opening and closing his scissors now walking and standing infront of Cartman.

With his index finger he raised Cartman's chin making him look at him with those teary puffy eyes.

He placed their forehead together feeling their heated panting mix together and breathing regulate.

He back away now snipping some of his hair off as it all fell to the floor he grabbed a small batch and place it in his drawer for forward sticking it in his journal. But for now his focus was still maintain on his rival.

His beautiful half long hair chopped off and spread carelessly on the floor, and the man in question whimpered quietly sniffing lightly as snot slid down to his mouth.

Humming as he took a small razor out from his bag, he'd normally use it for shaving some of the edges of his beard but he figured this wouldn't be entirely different.

After minutes of shaving every corner of Cartman's head, he finished gracefully. Leaving a shiny scalp on him.

He yawned as the day was starting to end.

Settling his stuff aside as he swept those loose strands of hair away, cleaning it all up while Cartman had doze off through that period. He kicked him, causing him to snap back up with a small 'owe..'

He didn't bother on feeding him as some sorta punishment for lying. Liars can't be forgiven so lightly, so he thought.

He left back home, pretty early than usual, he was even waved a hello from a neighbor he rarely even interacted with.

He layyed back on his empty bed, and reassured his guilty conscience his reasons were all justified and he'll make it up by tomorrow bringing something Cartman would love; maybe a chocolate cake or some two patty burgers.

Once back, he was in a more cheerful mood, after dropping off at some new opening burger joint he knew Cartman would like, he had bought some burgers and fries, with and additional soda beverages. He also didn't forget dessert buying one of those cheese cakes with chocolate on top decorated with two strawberries.

He walked down stairs, noticing he had forgotten to close the curtain the previous night as the sunlight hit the window straight to Cartman's face as he winced a eye shut by the beaming light, it all left an ethereal look.

Cartman's now fully grown hair as if an episode had previously set into credits creating a new set of events to occur, was already the first thing that stood out to him, his curls bounce to the side as he moved his head in a tired manner. It shined beautifully with the light hitting against it. The chocolaty brown made his hair look so heavenly he felt quite envious but also quite merciful for being able to witness it at it's full glory.

"Wow," he mustered out, carefully placing his bags on the floor.

He stood next to Cartman, crouching down to his level ruffling playfully those curly brown locks of his.

"I doubt we would've made fun of you for this, fatass," he gestured lightly with a tugging on his hair.

Cartman said nothing dismissively avoiding his eyes. It was obvious he was pissed at him for the previous night.

He sighed defeated, "I know, I know. But your hair is back so get over it will yah?" He stated before reaching his arm out to one of his bags and dragged it towards him, "I got you something that'll cheer you up."

Taking out a burger and unwrapping it, gesturing him to take a bite but he refused in a stubbornly manner.

#south park #eric cartman #kyle brovlofski #kyman #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #sp one-shot #i had this in my drafts for like a month i suppose? idk i feel like i won't be finishing it any soon so i might aswell post it #don't hate me for this u guys 😅😅 #however i may write another part if I feel like i want to write Cartman developing stockholm

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Love Is Not Over

✏️Taehyung x OFC ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ 📖WC:1613 ⚠️Mentally abusive and controlling ex, stalking, mention of anxiety cheating, COVID, drinking, drunk hookup, masturbation, oral, accidental marriage, accidental pregnancy⚠️

Mae always wanted to go to South Korea and visit all the places her Aunt and Uncle used to tell her stories about. So after catching her fiancè cheating, she did just that. Her two month trip turned into a permanent stay thanks to covid lockdown. A friendly neighbor turned best friend, who just so happened to be part of the biggest music group in the world. A drunken night that changed her life forever.

Chapter 22

A painfully full bladder and the sound of buzzing woke Mae from her peaceful sleep. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep but judging by the moonlight coming through the window, it had been hours.

She laid there blinking a few times trying to focus her eyes. She wasn’t on the couch, she knew that much. When she inhaled a deep breath through her nose she instantly knew where she was. Her nostrils were filled with the smell of Taehyung’s cologne and shampoo. Mae smiled when she turned her head to the side and saw him peacefully sleeping. She was in his bed and he was softly snoring beside her.

When the buzzing went off again, Mae snapped her head in the direction of the sound. On the nightstand beside her was her phone. She frowned and watched the screen light up. The last time she’d seen it was when Tyler put it in his pocket.

Mae looked back at the man beside her while the memories of what happened at the market flooded back in. Her eyes widened when it vibrated again. She knew exactly who was blowing up her phone.

As slowly and as carefully as she could, Mae slid out of the bed and grabbed her phone before quietly tiptoeing out of his room and over to her own. She opened the group chat that she shared with her three best friends as she shut her bedroom door.

D: Mae!! WTF IS GOING ON?!?!?! V: Answer the fucking phone woman!!! K: Please, just let us know if you are okay and safe!

Were just the most recent ones. They’d been texting and calling for the past hour. It was midnight in Korea which meant it was seven in the morning there.

M: I’m here. I’m safe. Sorry, I fell asleep on the way home and I just woke up.

V: FUCKING FINALLY! K: Do you have any idea how worried we’ve been? D: What happened??? Why didn’t you call and let us know?

M: I didn’t have my phone. Tyler had it. I thought it was a random stranger that bumped into me, but it was him and he must’ve taken my phone from my jacket. I don’t even know how I have it now. The last time I saw it was when he put it in his pocket.

Mae sighed as she washed her hands after relieving her full bladder. She really wanted to tell them what happened, but then again she desperately needed a shower, she was still in her clothes from earlier and even though she now smelled like Taehyung she could still feel Tyler on her.

She looked in the mirror and ran her tongue across the inside of her lip. “That motherfucker really did smack me,” she said as she felt the swelling and winced when the little scab cracked open. She lifted up the sleeve of her shirt and pouted at the bruises.

Mae jumped when the sound of her phone vibrating echoed loudly throughout the bathroom. A missed call from Kimberleigh and another text from Veronica.

V: ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE GIANT! OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL COME ACROSS THE OCEAN AND KICK YOUR ASS!

Mae shook her head and laughed. She opened up the camera on her phone to make a video. “You guys can call after you watch this,” she said, recording herself with the mirror. “I’m getting ready to get in the shower because I feel nasty. I’ll talk to you while I’m getting cleaned up, but I wanted to document and show you what he did. He gave me a fat lip,” she said leaning in closer with the phone to show them her swollen lip and the small cut. “He, um, he also left bruises on my arm from when he grabbed me.” She brought the camera to her arm and showed the bruising from his fingers. Mae ended the video. While she waited for them to watch and call she turned on the water and began to undress.

She looked over her naked body in the mirror. She knew there wouldn’t be any other bruising, but just to be safe she wanted to check anyway.

This time when her phone buzzed with a call from Kimberbleigh, she answered and put them on speaker phone.

“Oh, honey,” Kimberleigh’s concerned voice filled the bathroom, “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch!” Veronica yelled.

“You are going to do no such thing! Sit down and calm the fuck down!” D yelled back.

Mae waited until the commotion on the other end of the phone settled down before she answered. “I’m fine you guys. A little shaken up and sore. But I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Kimberleigh asked.

“Yes, I’m sure. I mean for now at least. I might feel different later. But right now I strangely feel lighter. Like I was able to beat the final boss. Although I wish I would’ve punched him. I mean I got a few hits in while we walked. But I really wanted to knock his ass out.”

“We watched a couple of the videos that someone posted online,” D confessed, “We kind of know what happened so you don’t have to tell us anything if you aren’t ready.”

“I’m fine with telling you everything. I would’ve called you all when we got home. But evidently it drained me way more than I thought, hell I’m not even sure how I ended up in the apartment or in Tae’s bed. Also don’t know how my phone ended up here.”

“With everything that’s happening I won’t tease you about being in his bed. But just know that it’s coming,” Veronica said as Mae stepped into the shower.

Mae talked to her three friends over the phone as she washed away the sweat and stress from her body, along with the feeling of Tyler’s hand from her arm. She might have scrubbed the area a little harder and longer than she should’ve, but she wasn’t satisfied until the feeling was gone.

An hour later she was clean, energized, and saying her goodbyes to the girls as she dug out something to wear. While she was brushing her hair, Mae’s stomach started demanding food. She pouted looking down at it and realizing she hadn’t eaten anything in twelve hours. Then she remembered the hotteok she’d bought before everything went to hell and her stomach growled again.

Mae slowly opened her door and peeked her head out, looking up and down the hall for any sign of Taehyung. She was wearing only shorts and a tank top; she didn’t want to dig anymore to find something to cover herself and all her blankets were in the living room on the couch.

When she saw that his bedroom door was still closed, she exited her room and tiptoe-sprinted to the couch, grabbing one of her blankets and draping it over her shoulders before going to the kitchen.

Sitting on the island next to the bag that she recognized from the fabric store was a small container with a note that was written in Taehyung’s mother’s handwriting. “Mae’s hotteok. There’s food in the fridge, but knowing our daughter, she’ll want these as soon as possible. Don’t eat all of these at once.”

Mae let out a small laugh, grabbing three and placing them on a paper towel. She went to the fridge for a bottle of water, then got her bag of swatches, before going back to the living room and sitting on the floor between the coffee table and the couch. She was wide awake so she might as well get some stuff done.

┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛

Mae whimpered in sadness when her fingers hit the empty paper towel that once held her favorite snack. She promised herself that once they were gone she’d go back to bed and try to get more sleep. But she didn’t want to at the moment. She’d gotten a lot of things accomplished and was currently trying to narrow down her color scheme.

“How long have you been awake?”

Mae squinted, looking away from her bright computer screen to the direction of Taehying’s voice in the dark room. “A couple of hours,” she lowered the laptop screen and watched his hair bounce as he sleepily walked closer to her.

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I didn’t know how long you’d been asleep,” She answered as he crawled across the couch to sit behind her. “What are you doing?”

“I’m joining you.” Her brows scrunched together when she saw Taehyung’s legs settle on either side of her.

Mae was thankful for the blanket covering her when goosebumps spread across her body at the feeling of his body heat seeping through the blanket. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” his answer was simple as he leaned back against the couch and scrolled through his phone.

The two of them sat in silence for hours, Taehyung on the couch busy doing things on his phone and Mae sitting comfortably on the floor, nestled between his legs as she looked between the decor on her computer and the swatches of color beside her.

“OW! What the hell was that for?” Taehyung quickly sat up and rubbed the part of his leg that Mae had pulled the hair of.

“You weren’t answering me. So I needed to get your attention somehow.”

“You could’ve done it a little less harshly,” He grumbled, leaning forward to put his phone on the table. “You have my full attention now, Wife. What did you need?” he asked, resting his chin on the top of her head.

Mae rolled her eyes before asking her question again, “I’ve narrowed it down to these two, and I need your input.”

Taehyung placed his hands on her shoulders while he looked between the two swatches sitting beside her computer and then at the screen that had handcrafted wooden display cases. “Wood ones? Why not go with the usual metal or plastic?”

“I like the look of the wooden ones better,” she shrugged, “Plus they would give the place an amazing wood smell.”

“But won't it take a few months if not more to make?”

“Some pieces will, some won’t. The Eomeonis and I picked a set that was almost finished.”

He brought his face to the side of her’s, “The Eomeonis?” he asked, looking at her with a mixture of confusion and amusement.

Mae leaned away from him so she could see him, “Don’t give me that look. They’re the ones that came up with the name.”

Taehyung chuckled and turned his attention back to the table. “This one. I like the seafoam color with the grey.” he said pointing at the piece of fabric.

“Really? Are you sure?” She questioned, sitting back in her original position.

“Yeah, why? Did you like the other one better?”

“No, that’s the one I was leaning towards.”

“Always go with your gut, Mae.” Taehyung picked up his phone and leaned back.

The apartment fell silent again while Mae taped the piece of cloth to the design section of her binder.

“Hey, Tae?” Mae spoke after a few minutes, breaking the silence.

“Hmm?”

“What happened after I fell asleep?”

“I had one of your guards carry you. Every time we tried to wake you, you just kept snuggling closer to me. By the way, have you been sleeping on the couch? When I opened the guest room door for him the bed was still covered in boxes.”

“Yes, I have,” Mae confessed. “With everything going on I haven’t had time to unpack my things and organize. And I didn’t feel right sleeping in your bed.”

“My bed is always open for you to sleep in, Mae. Even if I’m not in it.” Taehyung put his phone on the couch and brought his legs up to cross them behind Mae when she tapped them so that she could get up. “My phone was ringing like crazy by the time we got you in my bed. Both my parents and the company were trying to get a hold of me. I called my parents back first, I knew it would be better if I went to the company to explain what happened, so I had them come over in case you woke up. After they showed up I went to the company to talk with them, along with the two security guards that were with you. One of the men from the embassy was there, that’s how I got your phone back. I immediately gave it to the head of security to make sure Tyler didn’t do anything to it. He didn’t find anything.” he cocked his head to the side and watched Mae while she tried to stretch without opening the blanket she’d been hiding under.

“What?” Mae asked when she realized she was being watched.

“Are you naked under that blanket?”

“What? No!”

“Then why are you hiding under it?”

“Because I haven’t had time to do laundry. I was going to do it today but all hell broke loose. The only thing I had to put on was shorts and a tank top.”

“I’ve seen you in those before…”

“But I have nothing on underneath them.”

“Why are you looking at me like I should know that?” he gave her an amused look. “Also, I’ve seen you in pictures wearing lingerie and you wore a bikini while we were in Jeju.”

“Those were different. Precautions were taken so that nothing showed while I was getting the pictures taken and the bikini kept me well covered.”

“I don’t get what you’re saying,” Taehyung pushed, trying to egg her on.

“Ugh! I have no bra or underwear on! The slightest chill and I’ll be able to cut glass. The shorts are a little small and if I move the wrong way you’ll be seeing a side of me no man has seen in years.” Mae squinted her eyes at Taehyung when she saw the satisfied look on his face. She’d fallen right into his trap. “I’m going back to bed!” she said storming down the hall.

“Wait for me!” he yelled, jumping off the couch and following her.

#Kim Taehyung | V/Original Female Character(s) #Kim Taehyung | V #Taehyung fanfic #Bts fanfic #taehyung smut #taehyung x oc #taehyung fic #taehyung fluff #Mae #Fluff #Fluff and Smut #Fluff and Humor #taehyung #bts #bangtan #BangtanWHQ

[a-scummy-hybrid]

Gonna Probably Head to the ER Again but Im not sure tbh.

To check something that ive been concerned about as of recently.

I noticed i kept having a weird low-grade fever around at 99.0 Degrees, and for some odd reason kept heating up anytime i walked despite the temperature of the house. Woke up today with my back sweaty (but it was a light kind of sweaty and not a drenched sweat..? Im unsure), etc. Breathlessness, stuff, things... i just wanna rule a few things out with the ER.

I also had weighed myself yesterday and i was around 189.6 Pounds, but when i weighed myself today i was ranging from 188.0 to 189.0 (because digital weights are just unreliable at times), so highly unsure of whether or not i lost a drastic amount of weight from the lack of eating (despite eating two slices of pizza this morning), ate a sandwich and that was it. Regardless, main point is that im trying to keep an eye on things and I don't like sudden weight loss.

I mean, you may say "hey losing a pound within a day sounds good!" Yeah, if you were healthy and not worried about your own body betraying you because of fucking Post-Covid.

Another reason im worried is because around on Oct 2nd, i was checking my lymphnodes because I thought they were swollen or something, but honestly i am unsure, still, i just want to head to the ER to rule certain things out, just in case, and to be on the safe side.

I'm pretty sure if it was something deadly... i would probably be feeling it by a lot. Additionally, the digital weight is probably highly unreliable to use, and my tendency to move sometimes, still, im just.... worried... that's all, it might just be health anxiety induced by Post-Covid, but god fucking damnit i just need to be sure sometimes.

I just hope im fine... ...but now, im really hungry.

Additionally, i do feel a tad bit better compared to before but sometimes i have sudden short lived aches that feel moreso just caused by me slouching or something. Breathlessness whenever i lay down that seems relatively shortlived? Blegh... im honestly unsure. I think i might open up comms just in the event that i may need to pay for things myself or whatever. Because honestly, im probably gonna need it.

EDIT 9:56 PM, might just head to a normal doctor instead on Monday.

#health related #personal thoughts #huff... #tw health #tw anxiety #semi-vent #very personal stuff #post-covid

[thenarrativefoil]

i hate this fucking city my joints hurt my throat is swollen my eyes are weepy and now i gotta pay $900 to fix my fucking car bc i tried to do the responsible thing and take it to get road trip checked but they DIDNT PUT THE OIL LID BACK ON??? AND IT FUCKED UP EVERYTHING

today im mad abt all the same shit like my shit family that made me disabled and abused and how that compounds as time goes on and the price of groceries and the lack of public transport and the lack of covid precautions and just! everything! thanking my past self who said nay, take the corporate job with benefits bc if I hadn't I'd be EVEN WORSE OFF.

#text #ITS FINE everything is gonna be FINE im just 😤 #I'm paying double rent this month and next bc we signed an apartment early and i gotta coordinate movers and do some kind of #moving away party(?) and im working through some ROUGH shit in therapy and its aggrivating some physical illness shit #and I'm trying to get the fuck out of here in 3 weeks and im just like. fucking disabled and cant really drive #and im trying to fix the body problem but again! only three weeks! #im probably gonna end up taking a bunch of painkillers and just cry through the whole drive. whatever. #*xylophone riff* eVeRyBoDy knows Shits Fucked!

[blackacre13]

heyyy is it ok to ask for more of the teacher x student au 😭

Chapter 32 is here; Here's Part 33: (I'm not even sorry for the Carol reference, but I'm dedicating this update to @ktaird for pulling me out of my reading and writing covid funk and being the cheerleader I don’t deserve)

Lou would insist on making her coffee even if Debbie insisted she didn’t want breakfast. And she would sneak something to snack on in her bag, of course. She’d use the time Debbie was in her office prepping for the day to go over her own work and shower, breathing in the scent of Debbie’s shampoo that still lingered. And she’d greet Debbie in her office, switching from dutiful girlfriend to dutiful teaching assistant with a refill coffee in tow. And they could teach. Side by side. Their own little secret. Eyes twinkling. Only them knowing.

Maybe, just maybe, it was possible for someone to have it all. Maybe it was possible for Lou to be truly happy.

There was a pep in her step and stars in her eyes as she swung her duffle bag over her shoulder, trying to balance the flowers she’d found for Debbie with her backpack and the spare key Debbie had given her to let herself in, bursting in with a sloppy stumble due to her pile of goodies, laughing at herself as she fumbled her way into the living room, looking around for Debbie, only to find her sitting on the couch staring blankly at the wall with tears streaming down her face.

The duffle bag fell to the floor with a thump and Lou let the flowers fall on Debbie’s entry way table haphazardly, neither sound making the brunette turn, still staring straight ahead, sniffling quietly as she rubbed at her nose.

“Debbie?” Lou whispered, her voice scared as she crept over quietly towards the other woman, placing a hand delicately on her shoulder as she sat down beside her on the couch, her head falling against Debbie’s neck, the brunette only sobbing harder at the action.

Lou let the sound of Debbie’s crying and hiccups settle between them for the moment until Debbie cleared her throat, swallowing thickly, her swollen eyes turning to Lou’s concerned ones.

“He knows,” Debbie offered, without much context. But Lou didn’t need context to know that their worst fears were possibly coming true.

“Dr. Becker?” Lou asked softly, stroking Debbie’s hair back gently. How had things gone from trip planning and sex and flower buying to…whatever the Fuck was about to spiral out of control. Maybe Lou couldn’t have everything after all. Things had seemed too good to be true. She hated herself for hoping. For trusting. For falling.

“Earth to Louise,” Debbie laughed softly, a weak smile appearing on her face as she twisted them slightly, taking the blonde’s hands in her own as she looked down at them, squeezing them tight.

“Sorry, I was just…”

“Hit by a truck head on branded with the words reality on it?” Debbie laughed, shaking her head. “You and me both, kid. That Fucking prick always has to ruin everything, doesn’t he?”

“He knew about us?” Lou asked carefully, wanting to tread lightly so she didn’t upset Debbie any further, but her curiosity was getting the best of her. What did this mean for her as a student? For Debbie as a professor? For Debbie’s tenure? For…

“Don’t start spiraling yet, my sleeper,” Debbie whispered, patting her lap as Lou shot her a quizzical look. “Come here.”

The blonde cuddle up beside her, resting her head against Debbie’s thigh, breathing her in as she tried to match her breaths to Debbie, reminding herself to breathe in and out, not letting her anxiety and worry get the best of her. Easier said than done.

“I thought you were calling me right after you left,” Debbie sighed. “So of course, I felt the need to tease you for that. But also, I already missed you and was thinking about you, of course.”

“Of course,” Lou smirked, Debbie smacking her lightly, knowing she was making a cocky face even without being able to see her lips.

“I didn’t say your name or anything,” Debbie exhaled. “But I may have mentioned naked fondue…”

“That sounds…dangerous.”

“I thought better of it afterwards,” Debbie laughed. “For various reasons,” she added bitterly. “But things went sour fast. Claude asked who I was sleeping with. Made cracks at my sexuality. Accused me of accusing him of benefitting from sexism with department chair. Look, I’m not even blaming him, you know. It’s the system. But I can’t pretend I wasn’t bitter when he got it over me. And to take a crack at who I am and who I love, just because he’s upset that things didn’t work between us…”

“I’ll kill him,” Lou seethed, venom dripping into her voice as her nails dug into Debbie’s couch.

“Easy, tiger,” Debbie chuckled, stroking her hand through Lou’s messy bangs with another sigh. “He doesn’t know. But I think he has his suspicions. And his stupid fragile masculinity. He’s not going to stop until he confirms his suspicions. Even if it’s just to Fuck me over. And that’s on me, love. I’m not going to let him drag you down with me. You don’t deserve that. You have so much ahead of you. Too much to do. I can’t get in the way of that.”

“Debbie,” Lou whispered, shooting up suddenly, the fast change in positioning making her head spin, her stomach already curling itself into knots. She didn’t like where this story was going. She didn’t like the idea of Debbie trying to protect her and her future. She didn’t say they would tackle this as a team or not to worry about Claude. She was saying she couldn’t get in the way. Which meant…

“You know that I love you, my sleeper,” Debbie hiccuped, her fingers kneading at her temples as she tried to feel out the words. “And because I love you, I want the best for you. Even if that means that we—“

“Don’t you dare,” Lou whispered harshly, snatching Debbie’s hands from her head as she gripped them fiercely, kissing the backs of her knuckles as tears brimmed in her own eyes. “Don’t you ever.”

#queue #blackacre13 #teacher/student #teacher/student au #profesor/student #professor/student au #debbie ocean #lou miller #lou miller x debbie ocean #Debbie Ocean x lou miller #lou x debbie #Debbie x lou #lou and debbie #Debbie and lou #lou x deb #deb x lou #lou and deb #deb and lou #loubbie #heist girlfriends #heist wives #ocean's eight fanfic #ocean's eight fanfiction #ocean's 8 fanfic #ocean's 8 fanfiction #o8 fanfic #o8 fanfiction #tammy #ocean's 8 #oceans 8

[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 10

Gif by @unicornspwnall

Taglist: @v3d3rl1cht @thegreatdragonfruta

Cw: mentions of suicide and death

Spoiling y'all cuz chapter 11 will happen probably February 1st so i can see how Talokan looks like in HD and without wondering if the guy who recorded it got covid from the coughing people

The vision had changed things.

He had dreamed of having his own children when he finally became an adult, but he and the Talokanil he had once loved were not compatible. After that Ch’ah decided that his people would be his children and to content himself with that.

And then three hundred years later, K’uk’ulkan heard a woman calling to Quetzalcoatl as if she were just outside the cenote.

He holds a warm and living child, a child that is his that calls him yuum not ajaw.

Itotia, his first-born child called dancer because that was how he first met her mother.

He laughs at his daughter’s antics and turns to see Eva, wearing the raiment of a queen, belly swollen with their second child. Another girl, he doesn’t know why he knows that, but he knows her name as well, Ixchel.

Itotia wiggles free and flied to her mother and just as Ch’ah is about to touch this Eva, who is his wife and queen, the vision bursts like a bubble and they are flung back into the present.

Ch’ah can only think of how much he wants that future to be true.

“That, that has never happened before.” The witch is flushed and stuttered as she tried to make sense of what had occurred.

“Do you still think it’s just coincidence that I heard you all the way here?” he asked as they caught their breath.

He had seen her after her visions back at her house. Out of breath as if she had run miles, glowing from the exertion and disorientated until she makes sense of it.

This time he is lying next to her, holding her hand and wondering how the fuck she deals with this on a regular basis.

“I don’t know.” Same answer she gave when he asked her if she still thinks she’s dying. “Sometimes, my visions are lies.” She adds in a whisper.

“We could make it real, ki'ichpan.” He says, and his beautiful woman laughs sadly. “Get married, have two daughters, and live forever as king and queen of Talokan.”

“Two? There was only one in the vision, Kukul.” She points out and he isn’t at all bothered by the nickname.

So she hadn’t seen herself in it, just viewed it through the eyes of the Eva in it.

“You were pregnant, a girl we are to call Ixchel, Yatan.” He shifted to his side, looking at the woman he will marry come hell or high water.

“You have known me for fifteen days and already you call me wife.” She teased turning on her side and reaching out to caress the side of his face.

The tips of her fingers are always cool, as if she’d dipped them in cold water moments before. It wasn’t unpleasant, he had come to enjoy it even.

“By archaic standards, you became my wife the moment you gave yourself to me, Evita.” He half lies, the moment they became lovers she became his concubine.

But the future says she will be his wife, the mother to his children, the person he first sees in the morning and the last he talks to at night.

“Ah, next thing you know you’ll go to my uncle and demand my dowry.” She quipped with an amused smile as her fingers trailed down the column of his neck and settled for his bare chest.

K’uk’ulkan wears no jewels or adornments, if it weren’t for his mutation you would think he was just another man ---human or Talokanil--- enjoying being alone with his lover.

His lover whom he has no need to impress and isn’t a subject who struggles to see him as anything else but the Ajawo of Talokan.

“I don’t want your dowry, I am a king, remember.” What use did he have for riches in place he has no love for? What use could he give riches that mean nothing in Talokan?

“You’re my husband too, apparently.” The witch joked. “In wíichan, le ajawo' u Talokan.”

My husband, the king of Talokan, from the way she said you would think she was Talokanil or Mayan even.

“Your ancestress must be spinning in her grave, In watan, le ajawo’ u Talokan.” My wife, the queen of Talokan.

“Chaac, you haven’t even shown her Talokan and you’ve already made her queen?” Itza tsked as she rose from the water startling Eva who had no idea how to greet his chief priestess and advisor.

“I have seen the future; she will be my wife and mother to my children.” K’uk’ulkan helped Eva rise to feet.

For all they know, Itotia could be born in nine months.

Eva explained, hoping Itza would have an explanation. “I cannot explain how it happened, but I somehow showed him my vision, Chilan Itza.”

-----

The Chilan sighed.

The king had surprised everyone when he inquired about them teaching a surface-dweller he had encountered.

She called to me, and I heard her voice clear as water, he had said impressed. She is a seer and powerful, but untrained.

But all that was tainted by the hints of her aura lingering on his like perfume lingering on his skin.

Had he not fucked the witch perhaps the rest of the sorcerers and witches of Talokan would have given the girl the luxury of the doubt.

Eva, named after the first woman in the Hebrew holy texts, mother of humanity and herald of sin.

She will destroy us all, one had warned, she has bewitched him and only seeks to expose Talokan to her enemies.

But he had called her the mother of his children, what had they seen in her vision?

“What did you see?” she asks them.

“I, we, saw ourselves in the future, we were married and had a child and another on the way.” The younger witch answered, she didn’t dare to hope it would be true, but K’uk’ulkan believed the opposite.

In her two hundred years of life, the matter of K’uk’ulkan having a successor was a bridge they would cross when the unlikely happened.

But this young witch could change that and prevent another uprising that could fracture Talokan.

“I wish you could have seen it, Itza. They had names, Itotia and Ixchel. Itotia had wings and ears like mine, I held her in my arms, she was as real as Namora.” The king’s eyes shined with hope and excitement and the girl looks on the verge of tears.

“I have warned him that my visions sometimes do not come to pass, but---” the girl said almost sadly before giving up on what she was to say.

She wants it to be real as well, but is afraid to hope.

“Only the gods know if it will come to pass, waal.” The chilan assured her. Eva had suffered so much for one so young, it was clear in her aura. Fractured, but healing and tethered to K’uk’ulkan by fate.

“K’uk’ulkan believes you can train me, Chilan Itza.” Her power had that rawness of a child, her mother had died and her grandmother hadn’t been trained, so she could not teach her.

Ch’ah Toh Almehen had found a diamond in the rough.

A diamond he intends to have polished and made his queen.

“And trained you shall be, Eva.”

If she wasn’t clinging to him for dear life, Eva would call this fun.

It is thrilling, to be jettisoned into Talokan by an unnaturally strong current just before dawn.

They keep Mexican time here, she discovered. Had to match the sun above them and all that.

It comforts her to know that, to know she and her family have that in common.

The city is a wondrous thing.

Atlantis cannot compare, no, myths cannot compare to this reality.

Talokan, the first city of the Talokanil.

It was like the ruins in Yucatan, but restored and colorful like they were in the past.

Ch’ah wanted for her to see it as dawn breaks, and as the vibranium sun begins to rise, Eva feels there aren’t good enough to make justice to Talokan’s beauty.

“It’s beautiful.” She says in his ear, arms still wrapped around his broad shoulders and neck.

“Welcome to Talokan.” He says softly as they see dawn illuminate the city.

“Welcome home.”

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“You’d think Sophocles had written this shit.” Israel complains to his cousin, Santiago. “Eva gets arrested, Leopoldo commits suicide because his father sentenced her to death and now she’s dead as well.”

“Antigone loved Haemon, Eva bewitched Leopoldo by accident and ran off with another man.” Santiago ‘Tiago’ said as he looked at the sketches Eva had made of this K’uk’ulkan of Talokan.

The feathered serpent god, the man sighted by the cenotes in the hacienda village.

They would have to investigate the village, the hacienda and the cenote if they have to.

Eva wouldn’t have killed herself, but no one seems to think the man she walked into the ocean with could be not human.

A mutant like the telepath he met in London, a divine entity like Loki, a super soldier like the one scientists in Germany are trying to create.

Eva was a witch, like her mother, their grandmother and the late Lidia Chapul who lived to hold her grandchild and know her magic would live on.

“How long do we have until the funeral?” Santiago asked as he took Eva’s makeshift pendelum and a photograph of her.

“Until mother can find a priest willing to overlook Eva’s suicide and the Pope responds to her calls.” Nacho sighed tiredly. “God, why did Tia Chabelita agree to that fucking bet?”

“Because mother foresaw Eva as a queen and we assumed it meant Spain or Portugal, we needed to make sure Eva stood apart from the rest.” His mother, Livia Drusilla Riley de Souza, answered as she came into the bedroom. “And now she’s dead.”

“She’s not dead, mamá.” Israel told his mother, “The man in the sketches is real, I saw him. He is a god like entity, like my friend, Loki.”

She scoffed, brown eyes shining in anger. “You only say that because he sodomized you in a public library. Eva was weak and suffering and this fucking man was likely hired by our enemies to kill her. We should’ve taken her to America without telling her.”

Israel took his mother’s hands in his and tried to comfort her with his theory. “Come with us to Yucatan, we can postpone the funeral until we know the truth about this K’uk’ulkan. Then we can say goodbye knowing we didn’t give up on her.”

It would provide a good smokescreen, Livia could say they were just checking in on the property and seeing old friends.

She wouldn’t interfere, but if Eva is still alive, then she can explain herself to the one person who their uncles will believe.

“Fine.” The red-haired woman caved. “I will pack my things and we can leave by evening.

If Eva is alive, I will kill her myself.”

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Notes: Leopoldo Carranza was the stillborn son of Venustiano Carranza born in 1895, here he lived, but died young.

The play reference by Izzy/Nacho is Antigone by Sophocles. Here people compare Haemon and Antigone to Eva and Leopoldo

#kukulkan namor #namor x eva #namor x mexican!oc #of gods and witches fic

[verved]

my b day is going great so far. first thing my dad says to me when i wake up is "ew" bc he saw my body hair. normally i brush this off but fuckign c'mon. on my b day? i was so hurt. then i had to take my cat to the vet bc she has a swollen eye (she's ok). then i learned that my step mom had covid and never fucking told me and now i'm coughing. i fucking hate it here.

#lineko.txt #and she wanted to go to church like that surrounded by old ppl while she's coughing

[katieskarlette]

So because having Covid for the entire month of September wasn’t enough of a “fuck you” from the universe, I got pinkeye for my birthday.

I could barely peek out of one eye yesterday, with the other swollen shut.  After a few rounds of antibiotic drops, today my “good” one is able to be open as normal, and I can open the bad one but it’s more comfortable shut and it’s still burning and watering like crazy.  

Missing more work is the last thing I want to do, but if I have to be home sick I wish I could at least play games or something.  I’m missing out on leveling alts via that easy elemental invasion XP.  :P

Anyway, whine whine bitch moan complain whine whine. Luckily I had some fanart reblogs in the queue, but I’m not up to scrolling through my dash so sorry if I missed anything.

#pointless personal stuff #eye trauma tw /./.

[how-gross]

10:37pm — Saturday, January 27th, 2024

Also genuinely forgot it mention this

But I had an allergic reaction to something in my house last Tuesday night, and the effects of the reaction carried onto Wednesday and finally died down at midnight that Wednesday night.

And it really got me like paranoid about every little thing especially when my anxiety is high. Because it could’ve been worse like it could’ve been like anaphylaxis. I just got lucky this time. And it doesn’t help that for some reason, for the past week and a half, my eyes have been super irritated for some fucking reason. Like they’ve been super itchy and they’ve been getting red easily.

And I know it’s because in the past month I’ve been ignoring my allergy meds and that’s probably the effect of it, but it’s been a week and a half since I’ve been taking them regularly and they’re still irritated as hell. And I’ve gotten back on my allergy meds schedule BEFORE I had an allergic reaction, so it’s all rlly confusing stuff.

And this isn’t the first time I’ve had a reaction like this. I had an allergic reaction last year during my AP World History Class JUST BEFORE taking a test. The only difference was that that experience, the reaction only really impacted ONE eye making it all swollen and red. My other eyes was swollen too, but it was mostly the other eye, while my face was really itchy and bumps started appearing. And I tried using the knowledge I learned from that experience to this experience: I remembered the Secretary gave me eye drops and some kind of medication, plus gave me some ice packs to put over my eye, so I did the same. I didn’t have the same medication she gave me, so I just went ham on my primary allergy meds and hoped for the best. I also remembered my mom giving me Hydroxizine for the itching, so I did the same. It didn’t work, none of it worked and that’s when I had to barge into my sick mothers room (my mom had Covid; my life’s going wonderfully right now) and show her what was happening, and naturally she freaked out which made me freak out. My mom instead suggested that I put a cold wet towel over my entire face throughout the night, which is what I did. And thankfully the swelling went down.

Anyways all this rambling is just to try and sum up why I’ve been feeling dazed and fogged up for the past couple of days while at the same time incredibly anxious, especially in terms of Germs. My mom has germophobia, and at first I made fun of her for it, but as time went on and I’ve started caring more about my life, I’m realizing I’m sort of relating to my mother in that aspect. It’s only gotten worse with this allergic reaction, I never thought it’d happen again and the fact that it was due to something that was in my house and I still don’t know what that something is is making me more consciously aware of how many germs are constantly in the room with me.

Anyways that’s it. Bye.

#mother knows best #vent #tw #trigger warning #tw allergies #tw mention of allergic reactions #tw germophobia

[loldental]

Being a FUCKING LOSER missing out on two of my fav bands bc im an alcoholic and am too scared of people to go places sober. Am going to get stoned with my sweet bf and we will raise a llama in the sims or maybe watch tv. Maybe I can convince him to dance. Maybe we’ll sneak down to the show if we get stoned enough.

(I mean probably 100% not. Quitting drinking saving my life in more way than 1 because my ass is not going to a crowded bar rn the Covid stats in this province are RIDICULOUS and everybody is pretending they aren’t they’re like “just had a flu for 3 weeks. Probably nothing”

Tbf. I did have the flu for a week that was VERY covid like but nobody around me caught it and I have been up in people’s business + regular test + doctor office test did not pick up on anything except gingivitis-> pink eye -> swollen lymph nodes. HOWEVER I assume this is not the case for most people. Need a hazmat suit or smthn bc I miss live music. Maybe a mansion with great air filtration