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keanureevesisbae · 3 years

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The world of TikTok

A one shot in the universe of ‘Mister Cavill, your dog is kinda fat’

Henry Cavill x Olivia Tran

Summary: With five ladies around him who are up to date with the latest trends, Henry falls victim to TikTok challenges.

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(Vanessa is 23 / Elodie is 15 // Heather and Chloe are 11)

Vanessa was home for the weekend, something that Henry always really enjoys. She is twenty three now, has her own life, but sometimes she stays over for an entire weekend. Usually that means Trey isn’t at home and she doesn’t like being by herself. Almost all of his girls are here and that makes him happy

He hears the front door open and not long after that both Olivia and Elodie walk in. ‘Hi my loves,’ he says.

‘Hi,’ Elodie mumbles, before walking to the kitchen as she rubs her back.

‘Hi everyone,’ Olivia says. ‘Posture, Vanessa.’

‘But this is comfortable,’ Vanessa says, slouched down on the couch.

Olivia cocks an eyebrow. ‘Sweetheart, sit up straight. Your back will thank me later.’

Their oldest sits up a bit straighter, rolling her shoulders back. ‘Happy now?’ she asks, partially annoyed, partially amused.

‘Absolutely delighted.’

‘Is Elodie alright?’ Henry asks, still thinking about the way she was rubbing her back.

Olivia places her bag on the table and tells him: ‘Her back hurts. I tried to crack it already, but Elodie is too tall for me to properly crack her back. Maybe you could help her out, honey.’

He is already up and Elodie pouts as she walks back to the living room. ‘Want me to crack your back, princess?’ he asks her and while she is nodding, she crosses her arms in front of her. He stands behind her, wraps his arms around hers and lifts her up.

Only to hear the loudest crack one could ever hear. ‘No, no, no,’ he yells, as Elodie drops to the floor. ‘What have I done?’ He kneels down next to her, as she is groaning out in pain. ‘Olivia, help me out, will you?’

And then he hears Olivia laughing. She is laughing at this? Henry just broke their daughter and she has the audacity to laugh?

‘Very good, Elodie, you are quite the actress. You take after your dad,’ Olivia says to her in between laughs. Elodie stands up herself. She is smiling and from the looks of it, she is totally fine. ‘You were right, honey, this was a fun one.’

‘What the hell just happened?’ Henry asks in a loud tone, losing his patience as he stands up, his heart still pounding in his throat.

‘This was so worth it,’ Vanessa says, who holds up her phone, while she hiccups from laughter. ‘Thank you for the heads up, mom. I’m so glad I got this on tape.’

‘This was that TikTok challenge, wasn’t it?’ Chloe asks.

Elodie nods. ‘Yeah, I saw it yesterday and I desperately wanted to try this out with dad.’

Chloe and Heather are practically dying with laughter and soon the room is filled with giggles and laughs of all the Tran-Cavill ladies. ‘Daddy,’ Heather says, ‘this is a TikTok challenge where you put some uncooked macaroni or a cracker in your mouth and then ask someone to crack your back.’

Henry places his hands on his hips, as he tries to keep his laughter in, because he has to admit: it was a good one. Elodie walks over to him and wraps her arms around his waist. ‘Sorry, dad,’ she says looking up. ‘But admit it: it was a good one.’

‘It was,’ he chuckles. ‘Minus my mini heart attack.’

Vanessa wipes the tears of laughter from her face. ‘I think our uncles and grandparents would really like to see this.’

‘No,’ Henry says, but too late, because he feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket.

‘Sorry,’ Vanessa chuckles, standing up from the couch. She stands on her toes and gives him kiss. ‘But you should check the video, it’s hilarious.’

Little did Henry know that this was the first of many TikTok challenges and dances. His daughters had to promise him that these clips wouldn’t go online, because he doesn’t want the entire world to see him failing and that they promised. The only ones who incidentally saw one, were everyone in their family group chat and their friends when they showed it in school.

That he can live with.

So he attempted the Savage Love dance, but it really didn’t go according to plan, because he pulled a muscle in his back. Guess he really has Western European hips, that do not move correctly when hearing music. The twins and Elodie kept on forcing him to do all these things and while Olivia looked like a normal human being, Henry looked ridiculous and his brothers weren’t giving him a break.

It’s one of their chill evenings. Everyone (except Vanessa, she is back at her apartment) is just chilling in the living room, doing their own thing. It’s one of the many things Henry loves about their household.

Olivia’s phone rings, as she lays on her back on the couch, her feet on his lap as he is reading his book. He has placed his hand on her ankle, toying with her fuzzy socks. She picks up and all of the sudden the deep voice of a man fills their room: ‘What’s good, shawty, your man still around?’

‘Who the hell is that?’ Henry asks, grabbing her phone out of her hand, only to see his own shoes on the screen. ‘What is this?’

Elodie jumps off the couch and sits on the armrest of the chair, to wrap her arm around his shoulders. ‘A TikTok, dad,’ she laughs. ‘This was a voice over and mom just played it and recorded your reaction.’ She presses play and what just happened, is played back.

He is almost scared by the way how pissed he looked and Olivia presses a kiss on his cheek. ‘Good to know you still get possessive of me,’ she chuckles.

The twins join them on the couch and all of his ladies start to laugh at how mad he looks.

After a whole week filled with TikTok pranks, challenges and dances, it’s just Henry and Olivia at home. The twins are staying over at his parents and Elodie is having a sleepover at Charlie’s, together with his new girlfriend. To have the house for themselves, is nice from time to time.

As Olivia is in the shower, Henry is sitting behind his computer, playing some games. He puts on his headphones and leans back in his chair. He starts to play, his mind completely blank. It has been quite some time since he could just play like this. He doesn’t know how long he is already behind the screen, when his vision is blocked by something. It smells like the soap Olivia always uses and when he pulls the towel off of him, he looks to the side. ‘What are— Oh.’

His eyes fall on his beautiful wife, who, over the course of the years, only became more beautiful. He stares at Olivia’s naked figure, as she is standing in the doorway. ‘Hi honey,’ she says with a smile.

Henry doesn’t waste another second. He pushes off his headphones, before he stands up and takes a few strides to her. Henry scoops her up in his arms, causing her to laugh. With his hands on the back of her thighs, he carries her to the bedroom and after he placed her on the bed, he takes off his clothes. ‘What did I do to deserve this, my love?’ he asks, spreading her legs so he can kneel in between them.

‘It’s a TikTok challenge,’ she says with a smile. ‘You surprise your man naked when he is gaming.’

Maybe TikTok wasn’t so bad after all.

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years

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Survey #262

WoW will probably start to take over my life again tomorrow oof so expect surveys to slow down some.

What do you wish people wouldn't call you? The only one I don't really like is Girt calling me "kid." He doesn't mean it in a derogatory way or anything like that; he's just always called me that since I was a high school freshman and he was a senior. Now as an adult that's been through things I don't believe anyone deserves, it's kinda weird but more so frustrating as, regardless of his intentions, I somewhat feel belittled. I've never said anything directly about my discomfort, though, so it's my own fault. I just don't want to make him feel bad for doing it for years lmao. What do people say about your name upon learning it for the first time? They don't say anything; my name is very ordinary. Why did you choose the hair length you have? I have a few reasons. The biggest is because I was just bored of average, long hair, and the fact I was at the time having a very hard time with self-care. My hair would get incredibly knotted to where it was hard to even brush it sometimes. Makes me shiver thinking back on it. For my own sanity and ease, it needed to be gone. Also, with how STUPID hot I get, cutting it all off helped with the weight of my hair (it's v thick) but more importantly how hot it made me it the warm months. Zero regrets chopping it all off, omg. If your hair could be ANY color, what would you pick? At this very moment, I really want silver hair. Do you wish your hair was longer or shorter than it is now? It needs a trim. Do you think you're attractive? (It's okay to say yes =P) No; I think I wouldn't look ALL to bad if I lost some more weight (I've literally been on a weight loss plateau for two fuckin years). When I was perfectly healthy, I didn't think I was very pretty even back then, but now that I look back, I feel I was decently pretty. Not gorgeous, but. What is your favorite band? Ozzy Osbourne. :') What is your favorite movie? The Lion King. The second one is like directly behind it. Finding Nemo is also very precious to me. What is your favorite book or magazine? The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton and Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo. What is your favorite song? Ugh, this is impossible. I love way way too many. I suppose maybe... "Death Inc." by Motionless In White? Idk. What is your favorite color to wear? Black, duh. If you could visit anywhere in the world, where would you go and why? South Africa because I want to spend time with and take pictures at the Kalahari Meerkat Project and especially pet a Whiskers meerkat. I WILL cry. Meerkats literally changed my life. So many people I wouldn't know... If you got the chance and wouldn't get caught, would you cheat on a lover? NOOOOO the guilt though. Someone drops a fifty dollar bill and doesn't notice. Will you tell them? Definitely. I'd feel awful otherwise. Would you ever pierce something on your face? I already have my lip and tongue pierced, and I did have my nostril pierced, too. I want more, particularly an undereye microdermal if I can switch to contacts... which I don't like. I think it'd look pretty dumb with glasses. Are you selfish? EVERYONE should be to a degree depending on the occasion. Doing what is best for you is not a bad thing. Are you mean to people who are different from you? Wow no. I find people "different" from me interesting. Do you make fun of obese people? By the BMI definition, I am one of those people. So take a guess? Do you eat when you're upset? I have to fight that extremely hard, because I usually do experience the impulse to comfort eat when I'm very depressed. I've gotten way better at it, though. What if you had to choose between feeding yourself or feeding your pets? I honestly don't know for sure what I'd do... but I think I would prioritize my pets, honestly. It would break me to watch them suffer and lose weight. What if you saw someone being beaten on the street? YOOOO I READ THIS AS "EATEN" FIRST. But anyway I'd call the cops ASAP. There's a possibility I'd intervene if I felt myself capable of taking on the assailant. What if it was you being beaten? According to the night terrors I've had beyond count, curse like a motherfucker and fight back while calling for help. Who's the most important person to you (related)? Mom. Who's the most important person to you (non-related)? Sara. What's more important to you, happiness or success? Happiness. What's more important to you, your happiness or someone else's? Depends on the person. List the ten most important things to you: Oh, yikes. No order: 1.) My peace of mind, health, and happiness; 2.) my family; 3.) my pets; 4.) my career future; 5.) my friends; 6.) a YouTuber I've never met lmao; 7.) my pebble from my partial hospitalization program; 8.) Teddy's ashes; 9.) the Mark mug Sara gave me sobs; 10.) and the RP site I'm on. Like if it disappeared tomorrow with all the profiles and history and stuff I would break the earth in half oof. Have you ever lived in a mobile home? No. Have you ever had your bedroom in a basement? No. How many times in the past week have you eaten fast food? Hm. I don't think once. In the house - shoes, socks, slippers or bare feet? Bare feet.\ Do you consider dogs inside or outside pets? Usually indoor, depending on the breed and the time of year. What’s your favourite piece of furniture in your house? ig my bed? Have you ever had a crush on a friend’s parent? Yikes no. Do you prefer carbonated or uncarbonated drinks? Sucker for carbonated over here. Favorite thing that you can see up in the sky? A full moon. Would you rather eat at the table or in your room? I'm so used to eating in my room. Do you like the sound of birds singing when you wake up, or is it annoying? I love it. If someone gave you a kitten, would you keep it? I'd love to, but it'd really be my mom's choice. What’s your ideal activity for a rainy day? Nap oh lawd. Favorite type of cracker? Cheez-Its. Banana sandwich... yum or yuck? Only yum with peanut butter. Animal you like to watch but sort of creeps you out: Spiders. Bagels or English Muffins? Bagels. Do you like to daydream about sex? I do it sometimes. Which of your parents do you laugh more with? My dad is really funny. Have you ever been to an open casket wake or funeral? Wake, yes. Who mows the lawn at your house? A family friend. Have you ever written a story from beginning to end? When I was little and was writing that meerkat story, yes. I started on the sequel but didn't get far. What’s a big turn on for you? Being genuinely interested in what makes me me. Actually wanting to know the littlest things about me. Just show sincere interest. Are you doing anything tomorrow? I do know I'm fuckin finally getting my laptop home. Does your car have a name? N/A Do you own clothes from any celebrity clothing lines? No, but a bitch is getting a Cloak shirt or hoodie at some point. Who was the last person you ranted about? My bitch of a cousin for being a disrespectful fuck when all my dying grandmother wants is to talk as a group with the whole family. I ranted to Mom though, not in the group chat because I'm actually mature enough to not talk shit when, again, all our grandma wants is peace and love between us at the end of her life. I was SEETHING. Know any magic tricks? I don't remember any. I LOOOOOVED those magic kits as a kid, though. Is there music in your head right now? Right now "Dirty Pretty" by In This Moment is on, so does that count as "in my head?" Would you like to become a dancer? It'd be very cool, most certainly, and due to taking dance classes so long, I tend to think of potential dances in my head when I hear like... any song, lol. I'd love to be one if I had the grace and endurance + no hyperhydrosis. Name one person of the same sex as you you wouldn't mind doing: Hunny I'm bisexual, there's a lot, lmao. Dream woman? Uhhhh. Maybe my friend Alon. She was like one of my first hints I wasn't straight, lmao. But idk, I find soooo many women to be attractive. What is the most gory film you've seen? One of the Saw movies. What a surprise, ik. Ever fallen down a hole? ZOINKS no. Do you work better in a clean or messy environment? Clean, durr. Do you know any vegans? Only online. Do you like bananas? I am VERY picky with bananas. They have to be perfect. My preferred ripeness lasts only like, two days. .-. What's a film you've seen that confused you? Oh boy, idk. I don't watch many films... especially if I'm confused and the plot isn't great, I'll stop watching. WAIT!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!! I went to see Warcraft when it came out and I was so fuckin lost just because the orcs' voices are so goddamn deep that I just sat there like "uhhhh sir come again????" I didn't play Classic, and I'm not great at remembering every aspect of the plot, so. I'm to this day p confused lmao. Do you ever wear black lipstick? I really only ever wear black. What is next to your bed? I have a white shelf to my left where I put my meds, a drink, the fan... that kind of stuff. My cat's food bowl is to the right of it on the floor. Are your fingernails dirty? Nope. Have you ever fell for someone believing you could "fix" them? Not for that reason, no. Describe a picture of yourself that you hate: LASKJDLKFJAOWJE my friend took a picture of me eating a hot dog once and joked she was putting that shit on Facebook and it was funny as shit but thank Christ she was in fact joking. Would you rather play a good or an evil character in a play? While I'd love to be the evil one, I'd probably make it too cheesy because I am a BAD actress. Has anybody ever lied to you just to impress you? Story of one of my "best" friendships. What's your favourite shade of blue? Baby blue, probs. Can you remember a world before iPods? I do indeed. On rides to school when I sat in the back, I would bring one of those portable CD players with me to play discs. Where did you go on your last date? I can't remember the place's name... Lume's? Something like that? Breakfast place in Illinois. Do people find you "cute"? It happens sometimes. Who does the best remixes? Oh idk, I don't pay much attention to this. Where do you get your news? Facebook, lmao. What social stigma does society need to get over? What DOESN'T it need to get over???? What was the last photo you took? Probably something funny on Facebook to send to Sara lmao. I will get memes to her some way. What mythical creature do you wish actually existed? As badly as I want to say dragons, I don't think it'd be a great idea, heh... Maybe dryads. What are you interested in that most people aren't? As of recently, TARANTULAS. I've fallen in LOVE with them. What's the most ridiculous thing you have bought? No clue. What sounds hit you with major nostalgia every time you hear them? The gem collecting sound from Spyro. It was my text ringtone on my last phone! I need to move it over to my current one. What was the biggest realization you have had about yourself? I was possibly the bigger villain than Jason in the breakup. But idk. What topic could you spend forever talking about? Gay rights. Which way should toilet paper hang, over or under? In the original patent, it was designed as going over. GMM knowledge. Therefore I find over as correct, BUT I ultimately don't care like... at all. I don't even really notice when I go in the bathroom. Are you usually early or late? Usually slightly early. What do you wish you knew more about? Politics so I could be a more helpful member of society alksdjfka;lw What is the most annoying question you've been asked? It's not really like, annoying I guess, but the closest would be just how frequently people see my lip ring and ask if it hurt. It's incredibly sensitive skin, and even if it wasn't, a needle went all the way through it. Like... guess. News flash: being stabbed hurts, lmao. Like I always explain that it's not awful, but duh, there is pain. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? Yummm chocolate. What was the worst phase in your life? 2020 thinks it's a bad guy, but lemme tell ya, shit's got nothing on 2016. Do you like sprinkles on your ice cream? I hate sprinkles on anything. Just an annoying texture with negligible flavor. The last time you went out to eat - what did you order? It was just a milkshake. Do you have all 32 teeth? I'm missing two wisdom teeth that just never grew in. Do you know how to do the moon walk? Never tried. What is one of your favorite comedy movies? White Chicks. Has anybody ever told you that you have a good singing voice? Yeah. I don't think I do. Onion rings or french fries? Fries. Not an onion ring fan. Who is the best cook that you know? Sara's mom is great, omgggg. She's cooked things I generally don't like yet I wound up enjoying. Can you name 3 different dinosaurs? Let's see: Spinosaurus, stegosaurus, velociraptor. I was a dino kid, man, just gettin' started. *finger guns* What's the largest amount that you can juggle at one time? I can’t juggle. What was your favorite thing to go on at the playground as a kid? I'd daaaash for the swingset. Do you know how much you weighed at birth? How much? Ummm I think 6-something pounds? 7? Where do you spend most of your time at? At home. In my bed. Exciting stuff, y'know. What noise does your favorite animal make? If my memory serves me right, they have over 40 vocalizations, but I'd say barking and chirping are the most ordinary/basic. Have you ever fallen in the toilet when you were little? lol I don't think so. What is the best kind of mac & cheese? I'm a basic-ass Velveeta bitch lmao. Who is your favorite oldies band? Boy oh BOY, you're asking a classic rock/metal addict. Of course it's Ozzy tho. But I love soooo many!! What is your favorite farm animal? Pigs! Do you like to play Monopoly? I'm not a big fan, no. What is the most fun restaurant you have ever been to? I like the vibe of Buffalo Wild Wings. Or I just have good memories there. What size bra do you wear? I'm actually not sure. I haven't bought new ones in a while and I don't think the ones I currently have are the right size anyway. Do you have a ceiling fan in your room? No. Who was your favorite Sesame Street character? I don't remember too well, but I think Cookie Monster? What about Muppet? Idr. What was going through your mind during the presidential campaign? I am sadly paying no attention. What do you think of the Duggar family ( 17+ kids )? Could you handle taking care of that many children? Ew, hell no. I don't believe the number of children warranted in a family should be legally monitored, it's much more difficult than that, BUT RATHER I'm very firm about knowing when it's more than enough. Population control is a thing. NOBODY needs that many kids imo, not even close to that. So far, what is the number one, best decision you have ever made? How has it affected your life? Letting go of Jason/accepting life without him. It has made my life much, much brighter and healthier. Have you reunited with any old friends recently? Was it awkward, or just like old times? No. When was the last time you talked to your first ex? February of 2017. Wow... been a long time. How different is your online personality from your offline personality? I am MUCH more outgoing and talkative online. What are your favorite holiday-themed movies? Jim Carrey's How The Grinch Stole Christmas, Hocus Pocus, The Nightmare Before Christmas, etc... Do you listen to Christmas/winter-themed music when the season comes around? No. Is there anything that you do that’s potentially controversial? Yes. What is your most recent obsession? Most recent, whew, tarantulas. I'm really gonna try talking Mom into letting me get one when/if we move. Do you say “merry Christmas” or “happy holidays”? To you, does it really matter which one is said/you say? Do you do your best to remain politically correct? Instinctually, I say "merry Christmas;" that's what has always been said around me. I personally see zero problem in calling it whatever... Like just appreciate someone wishing you well. You get the concept, and that's all you really need imo. As for political correctness, I'm kinda... down the middle? Like I feel it's been taken way, way too far, but I see some caution in wording as wise. If you could relive one week of your life, which would it be, and why? Would you do anything differently, or keep it all the same? Ugh, my first visit at Sara's. I just loved it so, so much. I think I wouldn't change a thing. It felt perfect. Is there a part of your life you wish you could remember, but can’t? Sometimes when I take these surveys and they ask "how old were you when...", ha ha. Frustrates me. What was the last thing/event to trigger a painful memory? It was last night, actually. The Final Fantasy VII remake is out, and I started watching a YouTuber I like play it. Jason got me to play the original, playing it a lot when we spent time together, but I only got a bit beyond half-way through before my PS3 broke. Cherished memories, so it was decently triggering indeed. I loved the game though and ABSOLUTELY want to see it played out in its entirety, so I shoved past the pain and am glad I did. Now I'm anxiously awaiting the next video aljkdsjfawe Y'ALL I wanna play more FF. What do you think of people that choose not to vote? I can't say anything, seeing as I never have voted before... Are you keeping anything from the people you love? Nothing important, no. Have you ever written a suicide note, whether joking or not? Yes, and that stupid novel is one of my biggest regrets. Who the FUCK would joke about that, though. When was the last time you let something ‘go to your head’? Not even like an hour ago. This happens allllll the time. When are you most likely to show off? Maaan Guitar Hero used to be good for that shit, ha ha. I was an expert at that back in its day. I haven't played it in forever, and on the rare occasion I do, I am suuuper rusty. Which would you prefer: spectacular view of the ocean, or of the mountains? MOUNTAINS!!!!!! Do you follow any dating rules/play any dating games? No. When was the last time you felt extremely confident about something? ME????????? CONFIDENT???????????? WHAT A CONCEPT!!!!!!!!!! When was the last time you blew the seeds off of a dandelion? Wow, not a clue. Probably not since we lived at my old house and I would go on walks down the path. What was the last thing that happened that you couldn’t explain? Oh I dunno. What do you do with all of your spare change? I just keep it in my wallet. Where did you hear about your all-time favorite band? He was and still is one of my mom's favorites! How many cans of soda do you drink in a day? AHHHHHH soda is my biggest nutritional weakness. I refuse to let myself drink more than one a day now though. It's funny and disgusting, when I was HEALTHY AND SKINNY I could on a rare occasion start a fourth can in a single day. Nowadays the thought almost makes me shiver. What is the oldest thing that you own? and the newest? The oldest thing, ummm. Not sure. Probably a stuffed animal in the attic. I just got two new books today! Is there anything you wish you had never found out about? Yep. A number of things. What is something that you refuse to believe in? Astrology. What is something you wish more people believed in? Gay rights. What food is your ultimate comfort food? Ice cream. Have you ever put anything inside a time capsule? What? OMGGGG I remember doing this in elementary school as a class! I don't recall what was in it, though. Is there too much violence on tv, or are people to sensitive? Too sensitive, but also negligent. It's got a lot to do with raising, imo. Don't show kids wild shit at too young of an age, and when they are shown this kind of stuff, you make it obvious that the behavior/content is unacceptable irl. Entertainment is not responsible for someone's shitty actions made with their own volition. What is something you used to fear, but no longer do? My first huge fear was thunderstorms. Now I enjoy them lol. Do you think it’s important to know a 2nd language? Not mandatory, no. Especially depends on if you're going anywhere. Do you know anyone that’s just naturally good at almost everything? My old friend Hannia IMMEDIATELY came to mind. She was the best in class GPA-wise, first chair for flute in band, and just in general STUPID talented. Do you know anyone that’s just bad at everything? BITCH ME What is one emoticon you use often? A sarcastic :^) or <3 What is one emoticon you almost never use? A lot, particularly ones with equal signs for eyes.

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addytheheartbreaker · 5 years

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Yandere! Joen x Addy x Overprotective! Nicol (part 3)

(Warning: this story you are going to read will contains trigger and 16+ that involves angsty theme, mental issues, adult vice theme, mild swearing, violence, gore blood and death of the following story. Please respect and advice not to read it if you are uncomfortable of these topics)

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Joen's pov

Leaving my dear precious doll peacefully at her bed is such a grace to watch, it makes me feel happy on her safe state. Dying to be on my arms at my home, I started going back to the past where they are still alive.

Father is a great man with a huge popularity of his amusement park, "Great Roger's Madness Play". His reputation is so popular, everyone knows his name and his signature friendliness and kind heart he possessed. He is formally a boy band in his youthful days until She come to his life.

Mother is a famous singer and song writer in any ways. Her beauty stands out every man on their knees and woman and young girls inspired by her feminism and encouraged of young girls to chased their dreams. She work in many business with her family along with her sister who had a son to carry the legacy. Dad slowly fell in love with mom with a reason.

The letter he wrote for me and my brothers to read.

The Roger family has been passing its genes for generations with a twist of truths and secrets of our ancestors. Now that I understand why father loves mother, I guess I'm just like dad with my hair slick back, the perfect arch white rabbit and well.... The reason of loving a mate.

I'm so excited to mark my beloved as mine and mine alone. Well, besides my favorite bunny brother Leon who is the first one to finally mark his lover and soon to be brother in law in the future. Oh~ I wonder what she would look like when we were at the same age as my parents were? Or what dress she would dressed to my imaginable insane wedding that I've dreamed when I was a bunny. Alright I think I would be more then intrigued on what kind of girl if I finally see the true beauty behind all that elegant décor everyday? My guardian angel will take me to heaven to touch her, to feel her, to taste her-

To see how much she loves this Rabbit giving it to me~

Ugh, I losts control now. I needed her, I fucking need to confess my heart out and heal my beloved broken doll to a woman I ever gunna dreamed of. However, I need to be patient once she give in and open her heart for me, patient enough to let me get closer to her. Mother once told me that since she has a strong relationship with father with such love. Addy would be the most happiest girl to finally release those burden chains behind her back and healed all her broken crack porcelain that my pretty little doll possessed.

Now all I needed to do is to get rid of Nicol. I don't care of the peace contract we both had along time ago that I am about to break!

Anything to claim the Doll as my mate! That's what father told me. Finding the right mate to loved would do anything to claim it as mine. I made up my fucking mind to win this. Similar to how my brother Leon would back when we were still at the asylum. I also need to talk to my black rabbit brother for advice before I could finally kick the dog's ass. I'll do it tomorrow to prepared the plan. Nicol the Doberman Dog, our peace allies between our families is off.

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Nicol's pov

I heard that Joen left the dog mansion quickly. Why though? I went to check on dollface if she is alright and safe. I think she is now safe.... For now....

You may be wondering why I wanted to protect her at all cost even protecting her from her mission, preventing her from activating her DEaF power eyes she had explained to my training with her, people who dare tried and harm a single hair from her and death multiple times is because of a many reasons;

She and I are no different then everyone else.... We both experience it in a horrible way....

*flashback, Nicol's traumas and Wilderness era*

The Dog brothers are not entirely as brothers who are related honestly. We were all born at the adoption withe and my little brother together until I have a strong friendship with the 4 pups. We were always together as a group because of our connection we are having and how much we grew up together inseparably. My brother will always be beside me and followed me anywhere until we all started performing and show off our created talent. We became young celebrities together until at age 11. Me, my little brother, my soon to be step brothers and my brother's siblings are all adopted by a man.

The man is my new owner, my master, the one who would take care the whole family despite we are not sure why he adopted us? Learning that the man had knew the 5 of us that we are popular of our talent and give us something that we now soon as celebrities as I formed a group of boys as the Dog Brothers. We are so happy to finally made it.... That's is what I thought of.... Right?

"Bad environment, a horrible influence of a owner, a home filled with vices and master showed me and my brothers the most wicked crime that all of us lost our innocence".

I grew aggressive and wild on these stuff. I'm so uncomfortable at first for introduced me such illegal stuff in such a young age myself. I was just 13 years old when master showed me these things. I grew slowly addicted, it is so wrong yet felt high I'm started to get used to master's drugs and alcohol

Age 14 is my start on partying my favorite clubs. My brothers are also got used to these vices as they do the same wilderness and hunting more and more. I like to fight people and greedy on devouring liquor and drugs everyday on clubs, I've earned myself a nickname as the "Wild Dog".

That is until.... The sudden arresting for illegal crimes had made us realized our whole family are in deep cursed. Realizing that we had changed to the worse which we immediately almost broke our strongest relationship that we, the Dog Brothers we once have togehter. We started arguing and fighting out of no where and I blindedly harmed my own little brother multiple times in a heated tension that I gradually said the words that I broke our relationship with my brother for eternity.

"You Bastard! How dare you offended me and my families name! YOUR A DISGRACE TO MY FAMILY!!! I'M NOT A DISGRACE TO MY FAMILY, I NEVER BETRAYED IT BROTHER!!!"

Those words are all a lie, I did betrayed them being blinded with addictions and obsessions which controlled my whole body like I'm a puppet. Crimes that added on my list while the Dog brothers are all working as celebrities as we secretly hidden our vices from public. The family doesn't want the publics eye to know these secrets which would one day torn us completely with shame

Been arrested then releasing again and again as I reached age 17.

*Imprisonment era*

"Here comes the Wild Dog! A Beast! Ooo so scary *mockingly laughs*, the lil old crazy bitch who do drugs and shit. I heard he killed a man before. He is the guy that we heard from those rumors outside, stay away from him. Such a psychopath, no loved for you and more fuck torture for you to performed. Disgusting disgrace of a family. Are the rumors are true? These rumors are for real!"

Enough! Just fucking stop! Please that wasn't me, that wasn't us!!! I wasn't myself, WE AREN'T OURSELVES!!! Curse you master!!! for making me and my whole family for losing our own innocence and our humanity to this hellhole! Go to hell you asshole!

I'm so broken right now.... I can't take this anymore with the addicting drugs and alcohol, adding crimes is one thing and yet I have almost betrayed the Dog brothers. The public has spreading rumors and news of our crime which shamed our fame and money.

At the end.... We started trying to fix ourselves and our problems to solve as we are officially released after 4 year ago of the Darkest era of celebrity, I'm 18 years old that I have already forgotten who I really am and who my friends are. I have lost my own innocence and humanity on society. Its is time for the Mcgilles Family to rehabilitated our fame, not wanting our fans disappointed and go down on us. They still loved us despite we are in deep burden from the dark time.

*flashback ended, present day. Midnight*

"Nic? Nicol? Nicolas, wake up."

I've suddenly woke up laying on the floor. Was I asleep? And I felt something wet soaking on my cheeks. I look up to see my favorite older brother, Alejandro the Jindo Dog.

"Nic, your crying. And its midnight already. Why aren't you on your bedroom?"

Ah... I think I'm still inside Addy's bedroom floor crying at my sleep as I stand up with the help of Ale.

"Sorry. I'm must have doze off when I got here."

Looking back on Dollface peaceful sleep, still in the same straight sleeping body and her stuffed bunny has dropped beside me when I first fallen asleep beside her bed. I picked up the stuffed bunny with my own hands, looking down to its innocent eyes I cried. I could feel my own body shacking as Alejandro sympathies how broken I am.

"She too innocent back when we were met.... She didn't deserve it brother.... She is as broken as I am, you and our family too."

"I know brother, I know...."

Putting back beside the owner of this stuffed white bunny to the sleeping doll as I gave a one last longing look of pity to the girl then left. I felt tired with my eyes almost shut, unfortunately.... Something tighten my chest that danger is going near. This is a bad sign.

#the masked singer human au #the masked singer #masked au #the masked au #nicol mcgilles #nicol mcgilles the dog #joen roger #joen roger the rabbit

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veroticker · 4 years

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The fix - Sylvie Stewart

Summary (from Sylvie Stewart’s website)

My life is a friggin’ fairytale—just not the kind any single girl would ever want to star in.

LANEY:

Like any good heroine, I’ve got a few challenges to face. Getting my son to wear pants is one; dealing with my snoozefest of a job is another. Then there’s the Beast, my freeloading brother who’s worn a permanent dent in the couch at my new place. And no fairytale would be complete without a smoking hot prince, of course. Too bad he’s a complete ass.

Everything in me screams to steer clear of Nate Murphy. Because, if life has taught me anything, there is no such thing as happily ever after.

NATE:

I may not be a superhero, but I do my best to come to the rescue when I’m needed. And, hey, I just moved halfway across the country after a single phone call from my mom. But being back home and taking on the responsibilities involved makes me a bit cranky at times. Unfortunately, the one time I completely lose my cool is in front of the hottest girl I’ve ever met. I’ve got my work cut out for me if I’m going to fix this. But I will fix this.

I’ll be anything Laney Monroe needs me to be … a superhero, a prince, or just a guy she might take a chance on.

Blurb

“I awoke to a foot in my mouth.

No, not the old feeling of having said something horribly inappropriate that you immediately wish you could un-say, but an actual foot. In my mouth.

“Ung guh!” I spat. To say this was a disturbing way to begin one’s day would be a gross understatement—emphasis on the gross. “What in the … ugh.” My head dropped back to the pillow as comprehension dawned. Rocco’s size twelve with those cute little toes lay on the pillow next to my face, along with a small puddle of drool. I took in his sleeping form, passed out upside down in nothing but his Ninja Turtle underwear.

“We can’t keep doing this, dude,” I whispered to myself. My little exhibitionist, having contorted himself into some kind of inverted nocturnal backbend, had spent the night in my bed—yet again. Being awakened by small naked body parts was starting to mess with my head. Not to mention, who knew where those little feet had been? Oh, wait, I did. Blech.

Completely unprepared to get up for the day, I snuggled back into my favorite dogwood printed sheets and stared up at the ceiling. I was discovering that moving to a strange new house was rough on a kid. Hell, it was rough on me and I was twenty years older than him. All things considered though, Rocco had been a real trouper since leaving the only house he’d known at my parents’ and moving into the cute fixer-upper we now call home. But there were obviously still some kinks to work out—case in point, my rude wake-up call.

When my parents first brought up the possibility of their out-of-state move, I don’t think I had ever seen them so edgy. There was lots of hand-wringing and “um, well, you know” before I had demanded they just spit it out—I was halfway convinced one or both of them were dying of Ebola or something equally horrifying.

I’d been feeling increasingly uncomfortable for leaning on them so heavily since the little stick had turned blue, so it was almost a relief to have the decision to get a place of my own taken out of my hands. Turns out while I had feared our moving out would hurt my parents’ feelings, they had been afraid I’d fall to pieces without them. One come-to-Jesus conversation later and my mom was accepting a new position at the University of Richmond in Virginia while I was on the phone with a realtor.

The truth is, early on, I would never have survived a day of motherhood without the undying, and most importantly, non-judgmental support of my family and my best friend—as well as the financial, if not physical, support of Rocco’s dad. But it was past time for me to pull my big girl panties up and I knew it. All the support I’d received had allowed me to finish my associate’s degree and get a job which, while not being entirely stimulating, allowed me to take care of my kid and me. As far as single moms went, my situation was the dream, and I knew it.

Turns out there is something remarkably satisfying about holding ownership of the place where you lay your head at night, and our new house was adorable. It had bright white siding—after a power-washing from my dad—and black shutters that were mostly on straight. And it was topped off by a cheery bright red front door. The house was a ranch and it was a bit older, but it had three bedrooms, two baths, and a fenced-in backyard for Rocco and the dog I was sure we would eventually get. It was close (but not too close) to the stores and restaurants, and the street was nice and quiet. I loved it and I was proud of our new home, even if it did have some drawbacks—leaky faucets, a few uneven floors, and maybe a few more major problems. But that was okay. All of that could be fixed with time and a little help from my idiot younger brother. I hoped.

On the condition that he would help with the repairs and renovating, I had agreed to let him stay with Rocco and me. It was a win-win—my faucets wouldn’t drip, and my brother wouldn’t be homeless, considering that his previous residence had also been my parents’ house. Even he had to admit that, at twenty-two, following your parents to a new state in order to live in their basement was borderline Jay and Silent Bob. And besides, all his drinking buddies were here in Greensboro so there was that …

So now the house was ours and we were making it into a home. What I didn’t know before moving was that a new house breathes differently than your old one. It has its own voices and creaky bones to creep you right the hell out if you’re not used to them. And we were definitely not used to them—thus the previous month of waking up to Professor Underwear crowding my sleep space in an entertaining array of positions.”

(review under the cut)

Review

(audiobook) Oh did I enjoy this one! It was funny, the characters were interesting, it was a bit sexy and the narrator was perfect. 6 hours well spent.

I seriously was smiling the whole time I was listening to this one--just because laughing out loud at work for apparently no reason would have been weird. Not much happens, to be true, and the tiny conflict in the relationship is quickly resolved, but getting inside Laney’s and Nate’s head was a fun ride. And the people around them are equally quirky and charming.

The story isn’t anything original. You get your insta-love with a bit of lust thrown in. There isn’t any reason really why Laney and Nate shouldn’t be together, but still it’s kind of a slow burn with just enough sexual tension to keep you interested.

Some interesting and important points are touched upon: what a new relationship and the possibility of its ending entails for the mother of a young child, what happens when you’re forced to give up your dream, what family means. But it’s never heavy, so don’t be afraid of drama--you won’t find it here.

Definitely a must read if you need some laugh and love!

Quickie

Series: Carolina connections #1 (but they can be read as standalone)

Hashtags: #rom com #single mom

Main couple: Laney Monroe & Nate Murphy

Hotness: 3/5

Romance: 5/5

+ it was SO FUNNY!

- a bit more of sexy times, please?

Stalker mode

You can suscribe to Sylvie Stewart’s newsletter on her website.

You can also follow her on Facebook.

#Sylvie Stewart #The fix #contemporary romance #rom com

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wagnerarts · 4 years

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Living alone while my family was in California was exactly what you’d think it’d be these four days on fall break. With no alarms set, I still woke up at 8, heart racing from the thought of classes I was sleeping through. Waking up hours later felt lazy.

Finally making my way to the kitchen after 12 PM was conflicting. I’d open the fridge and see leftover quinoa; laugh at the lengths my family went to be healthy. Look to my right and spot the half drank Chardonnay and joke to myself that I was technically allowed to drink it. Technically.

I grabbed the hummus and wine quickly and shoved the fridge door closed with my hip.

I now sit on the lawn chair on my family’s balcony, overlooking the pseudo suburban street in the privileged part of the city.

Cigarette half smoked, remote silence. The whir of nearby bicycle wheels start, and the noise triggers me and I’m aware. Once I realize its innocence, I suck in another drag and close my eyes.

It’s nothing.

A flashback to smoking a bowl out my bedroom window four years prior floats back. I’d moved my bed to rest against it in hopes smoking closer to it would smell less.

“Are you smoking pot?” My mother asked, standing in her light pink robe, clutching the doorknob and keeping the door half mast in hopes she was wrong.

“This dude was walking his dog past the house and I swear he had a joint, I swear, Mom,” I started.

“Just... Just stop,” she said as she closed the door.

I paused, my bowl hiding under the comforter. After a few minutes passed, I brought it back out and outstretched my hand past the screenless window and into the summer night to light another bowl.

The years all melt together. You tell me nowadays you didn’t know what to make of me when we met in 2010.

“You were so young and so forward. I knew you were in love with me and I didn’t care,” you say. But you care now.

We laugh about how backwards we were. Our first date was my first date, too, at our town’s Thai restaurant at the end of your senior year of high school. I remember you being confused on how to pay with your dad’s credit card when the check came.

“I don’t even have my license yet, how do you expect me to help?” I laughed. Afterwards, we smoked a joint on the swings and fucked in your backseat as if we hadn’t spent the entire year there.

On a weekend visit home from boarding school in 2012, you hid a letter written on the back of a Southwest ticket in one of the bushes outside my house. I’d gotten too drunk and fallen asleep before I could sneak out to meet you, which in retrospect was probably a good thing. I’d just started dating someone else—someone I actually was allowed to talk to, and who wrote me every week. “Whenever you feel the pain of the past, turn to the gift of the unwritten future,” I remember the last line read. I kept that letter for years. I wish I hadn’t lost it.

You pulled the car over in the middle of a snow storm in 2013 and asked if I still thought about marrying you. I was too high to respond, so you started recounting all the details of what we’d planned to fill the silence. Months later, halfway into summer, we met at the park near your house and watched the sunset. You were dating someone with the same name as me and for some reason that detail hurt more than others. Of course we were both already high when we met up that night, but we sat on a picnic table and smoked out of an orange together anyway.

I’m starting to realize meeting up to smoke gave us an excuse to see each other. You asked me if I was sleeping with anyone. I was, and it was a friend of yours. I know it’s sadistic of me but I almost did it just to see the look on your face when I told you.

We tried to say goodbye last summer on your birthday in June. Sitting on the curb near my old house at 2 AM, you remained standing and in the middle of the street. At one point you dropped to the ground and buried your face in your hands, shaking your head.

“We have a few options. We could say goodbye, never talk again, and wonder what could have been. It’s clear we can never be friends. Or we could say fuck it and finally really try this. But if we do that, if we try, that makes this real. This won’t ever truly end. Not nicely, at least. We’ll either end up married or fucking hating each other,” I said.

“But I don’t want to risk that, the last thing I want to do is hate you,” you said. When you looked at me I could tell you were trying not to cry.

I will always love you, no matter how many times we try to quit each other; no matter if ever follow through with it or not. Talking about sharing the rest of your life with someone changes you and your future; you’ll always be comparing what you’re currently living to the life you two planned, because that life still lives in a way; a shared house is bought in your thoughts and the girls and boys names you chose will never sound the same. That life doesn’t just go away. It stays tucked in your back pocket even as you fuck and love and breakup with other people.

But I realize it became a crutch. Something to lean on when I was insecure, because what we felt for each other always proved to be more permanent than any other feeling. You like my art and when I’m sad, it doesn’t scare you. I told you I’d meet you in Colorado once I graduated, and I encourage you to tell me what you’re thinking. We know how to argue and the kind of love we have is the closest to home we’ve felt in years. But I can’t seem to do this with you anymore and I wish I could explain why.

Ryan was in the midst of random men I turned to when I first tried to forget you my senior year of high school. It’s not that I was a slut or too easy to the extreme, but I did fuck and still fuck in attempts to shove you to the back of my mind sometimes. Of the few that I bent the rules with, Ryan stood out. He was a sophomore at smart school who had a full ride that was publicized around town, and his dad had died suddenly a few years back. He was mainly known for that. That, and his drug dealing.

He started talking to me at the end of my dwindling attempt of a relationship with a guy I was friends with. I swear he could smell the pity and knew he could have me. He picked me up the Sunday after I drunkenly dumped him. I left 3 AM Monday a much happier girl.

He then started driving home once a week, then twice a week, then three times just to pick me up from school and go straight to his room. As far as my mother was concerned, I was “at the library”. I remember not feeling the pressure to feel when I was with him. He wasn’t over his ex, I wasn’t over mine. We got to smoke and fuck and drink whiskey straight from the bottle without any leftover shame of why we were doing it and we didn’t have to confront that. I remember him going down on me as I smoked from a vape pen from the first time, pressing the button and watching the blue light start flashing when it deemed I’d had enough. High as hell, I laughed at the metaphor, and when he looked up from confusion, I chose not to share. “Just fuck me,” I said instead.

One night when we were half a bottle of Captain deep, I noticed he wasn’t as in to it. Something about how he kept stopping and moving his face away from mine felt off; I was used to having to be the one to slow him down. Not caring enough to question it, we continued until he pushed himself off and rolled away from me.

“What’s going on?” I finally asked. It was quiet for a moment. I watched his back expand in quick spurts and felt the tension of his held breath.

“My dad is dead,” he said to the wall.

And all I could think of to say back was “I know”. I stopped fucking him after that.

You drove to see me in the city the other night. You were here and in front of me and so visibly in love with me so I tried to love you back just like I used to, but my body wouldn’t let me. We fell asleep on the floor and when we woke, I forgot it was you for a minute, and yet I don’t know who else I would’ve assumed was holding me. The guilt I felt when you thought it was an accident I was inching away was overwhelming.

I put myself to bed, and you followed because we were too drunk and high to fight anymore. But when you placed your hands on my face and kissed me awake the next morning, I panicked.

A life with you seemed plausible when the past didn’t hurt.

I’d forgotten that it always would.

Flashback to you sitting on that senior girl’s porch; summer 2010. I walked outside as the party was dying and watched my friends give in and get picked up by their disappointed parents; I hadn’t even dialed a number yet. You and a friend were passing a blunt back and forth across the table and I just stood there as this semi-confident freshman.

You then passed it to me without making eye contact.

I tasted grape as you talked with him about schools you were applying to, and I thought about the weekend before. I’d been babysitting and still invited you over, convinced you it’d be okay to sneak over to my house once I got home.

Mistakenly using Nare when I thought it’d be the night. Not even feeling the pain of it and the rest of my mistakes once you came.

You were my consensual first time, and we were at the same party. You were my first time, and I was excited about it. You were my first time, and you wouldn’t look me in the eye. And I wish I never pretended that I was okay after that.

I look up from my midnight secret cigarette and notice the lamp screwed above the balcony's door is lopsided. I sigh because I am too tired to laugh.

I'll write about it once I get to my room, I think.

Fuck I hope I remember it by the time I get there...

Why do I have to drink more than a bottle of wine to feel like I get the peace I deserve? I scramble my pockets for a better working lighter and found just that and my inhaler.

I light another and play a song I liked when I was 16. The shadows on the wall are dancing nicely and I wish to photograph it, but the cold stops me.

I’m sitting cross-legged in contempt, contemplating whether or not it’s emptiness, and breathe out smoke as I rub my knees for warmth. I wonder what and why I let come between them. Sometimes when reminders of lost memories flood back, I wince and make a sound. I’ve learned that these add up, and at odd moments, sting me with shame.

My mother asked what I did with the four days she gave me left alone in this house and I gave a detailed description of how the silence was so nice it rewarded with me over ten pages of writing I could use for class. In reality, it gave me only four, none of which for school. I didn't care. And I don’t, I really fucking don’t.

I'm writing, I'm expressing-- in ways I haven't in a while. I haven't been in therapy since 2013 and I'm coping in weird ways, the best of which is this. Everything still hurts, and that everything covers from the bullying to the blackouts to feeling like my father avoids looking me in the eye. I drink, to an extent I deem necessary, but I don't smoke nearly as much. Pretending the Xanax I'm prescribed doesn't count lets me validate the idea that I'm not abusing pills like I used to, but when the amount adds up every so often, it's hard to ignore. And I’m finally trying to push you out of my life and forget all the good and focus on the bad because there really is so much of it—more than we’d both like to admit. So yes, I'm sitting here cross-legged on a lawn chair on my balcony, and I can’t pretend it is not freezing. And yes, I used to be able to. But please, try to remember, I used to be able to pretend many things.

#creative writing #spilled ink #writing

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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Let’s start off with some basics. What’s your name? Stephanie. How old are you? 30. What’s your hair and eye color? Brown eyes and naturally dark hair (I dye it red, though). How tall are you? I’d be like 5′4. What’s your relationship status? Single.

Alright, enough of that. Let’s move on to the random shit.

What’s your favorite song? I have a lot of favorites. I could never just choose one. What does that song mean? What is the message behind it? Is it your favorite because you relate to it, or do you just like the beat? Both. Like I said, I have many favorites. Also, a song can be a favorite for the memories attached to it. Have any pets? If so, what are they and what’s their names? I do. I have a 2 year old German Shepherd/Lab mix named Princess Leia.

Have you ever met your idol? I don’t consider him my idol now, but in high school I was a big fan of Drake Bell and I got to meet him twice. If so, were they nice or were they kind of an ass? He was very nice. What’s your favorite method of gaming? (PC, Xbox, Playstation, etc) Nintendo Switch. If you’re in college, what’s your major and why did you pick it? I graduated with my BA in psych a few years ago. How’re you doing today? Today was alright. What color are your bedroom walls? They’re white. Describe your favorite shirt. All my graphic tees. I have a pretty big collection going on. Use this space to tell someone off. Nah. What’s your view on smart watches? Cool or a waste of money? I personally don’t see the need, but I guess for others it’s convenient. What is one poster that you have hanging on your bedroom wall of? A water color painting of a giraffe I purchased at a crafts fair. How many times have you moved in your life? Only once I’m old enough to remember, but I think maybe a total of 4 times. If you moved, do you like where you are now better than where you were? We literally moved next door to where we lived before lmao. The landlord was remodeling this one and wanted to do the same to ours, so they offered for us to move into this one when it was finished. What’s your favorite color and why? Pastels, dusty rose, coral, mint green, and yellow. They’re aesthetically pleasing to me. Do you have a calendar? If so, what’s the theme? I just received my new Alexander Skarsgard calendar for 2020. This really sweet person online makes them and sent me my first one a couple years ago and then reached out again to me recently to see if I wanted another, which of course I did. Have any famous person’s autographs? Drake Bell, Jamie Lee Curtis, and Jim Carrey. Do you draw well? Nope. What type of cell phone do you have? iPhone XR. Should you be doing anything else right now or are you just bored? I don’t have anything else I should be doing. If you’re in school/college, what’s your favorite subject and why? Are you a cat or a dog person? Why? Dog person.

Tell me about the plot of your favorite book. I have many favorite books. I’ve told ya’ll, I suck at choosing favorites. I just can’t possibly choose one. Do you wear glasses or contacts? I wear glasses. What do you think about horror movies? I enjoy them now, which is something I wouldn’t have said like 4 years ago. I’ve just really gotten into them. If you love them (I do), what’s your favorite? Okay, okay here’s something I can pick a few top faves for: It 2017 and It Chapter 2, the Halloween movies, and the Scream movies. Got any cool Christmas presents picked out for family or friends yet? Yeppp I’m actually done with my Christmas shopping already, which is shocking for me. Do you do Black Friday shopping or wait for Cyber Monday? I do both. My Black Friday shopping is done online, too. Many stores have had Black Friday sales going on for weeks and extended through the weekend. Cyber Monday sales are going on all week as well. It’s so much better doing it online. No crowds or chaos. Have any mental illnesses? Yes. What’s your favorite word and why? *shrug* What is the most expensive thing you own, and what is it? My laptop. Did you buy that item yourself? No, it was a gift from my dad. Where do you work and what is your postion? I don’t. How often do you cuss? Rarely. What type of car do you drive, if any? I don’t. Are you happy with it? If no, what’s your dream car? Do you have a lot of social media accounts? Which ones? Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat. What is your favorite genre of music? I like variety, but according to Spotify my top 4 genres are: Pop, hip hop, rock, and r&b. Does your family have holiday traditions? If so, what are they? For Thanksgiving we have Thanksgiving dinner and for Christmas we decorate the tree together and put up decorations, have Christmas Eve dinner and then watch A Christmas Story (TBS plays it for 24 hours straight and I like to keep my TV on the channel all night so I fall asleep and wake up to it), and opening presents Christmas morning with A Christmas Story on in the background. When I was a kid we used to drive around town looking at all the lights and decorations. If you’re in a relationship, are you happy with it? I’m single. How long have you been with your significant other? Do you like psychology? (It’s my college major). I do. I majored in it as well. What is something your state is popularly known for? I feel like people associate California with Hollywood and celebrities, and beaches. Do you like to do craft projects? If so, what’s the coolest thing you made? I like the idea of doing them haha. I wish I was crafty and creative and had the inspiration and motivation to do them. Do you watch sports or do you think they’re overrated? I’m not into sports. What’s one occupation you think gets paid too much and doesn’t deserve to? Hmm. Do you straighten your hair? I haven’t in years. Ever dyed your hair a color that isn’t natural? (blue, pink, etc) I dye it red. How’s your relationship with your parents? Great. I’m really close to my mom, she’s the best mom and also my best friend. Do you still live with them or do you have your own house? I live with them. What’s something you are currently saving money for to buy? I’m broke now after Christmas shopping, but I don’t care. I love buying gifts for my family. Next month I have to start saving up for my vacation. Do you smoke/vape? If so, what brand do you smoke/what device do you use? No. Ever done drugs? Just weed. Tell me one of your worst habits. Biting/picking at my lips and picking at acne and scabs. What’s a weird quirk you have that no one else you know does? I cook my Ramen for 6 minutes, alternating between stirring and not stirring. Like one minute I stir, the next minute I don’t, etc. If you game, what type of headset do you use? I just play with my Nintendo Switch. I don’t use a headset. I’ve never used a headset while playing any game console. What type of computer do you own, and do you like it? I have a MacBook Air. I love it. What’s the thing that annoys you the most? I’m such an irritable person. Sometimes it can be any little thing. What brand of TV do you have? Phillips Roku TV. Are you excited for Christmas? (It’s December 1st today when I made this) I love Christmastime. Tell me about your favorite vacation you’ve taken. Disneyland trips, beach trips, mountain area trips, and the trip my family and I took to visit my grandpa in Idaho one summer. My aunts, one of my uncles, a lot of my cousins, my mom, brother, and I all took the long road trip to go visit my grandpa for a week and we had the best time. It meant even more because he suddenly passed away just a few months later. :( We had no idea it would be our last time.

Tell me something cool about yourself. Lol there’s nothing cool about me. Did/do you get good grades in school/college? I got A’s and B’s. What’s your ringtone on your phone? Just one that came with the phone. I didn’t choose it. What’s your favorite store to shop in? Target, Hot Topic, Boxlunch, and Kohl’s. If you won the lottery, what is the first thing you would buy and why? I’d have to pay off my debt first and foremost. I’d pay off my parents and brothers’ as well. How long have you had a Bzoink account? I don’t have a Bzoink account.

Ever been to Field of Screams? If so, what’s your favorite attraction? Never heard of that one specifically, but I’m guessing it’s one of those things with like haunted hay rides, haunted houses, and people in scary costumes that jump out at you and whatnot. Those kinds of things are not my thing. I love horror movies, but I’m not about people jumping out at me and giving me literal jump scares. Nooo thank you. Do you own a Polaroid camera? No. Do you have hardwood floor in your room or carpet? Carpet. It’s a Saturday night, what are you typically doing? Same stuff I do everyday. Do you have a lot of friends or do you not have any at all? I don’t have any. That’s completely my own doing. :/ What’s your all time favorite movie and why? I have too many. How many blankets do you sleep with at night? Just one.

What’s the last TV show you watched? Did you enjoy it? KUWTK. Do you prefer cable TV or do you use Netflix? I have stuff I like to watch on TV and I like using streaming devices. Disney+ has been my latest obsession. What is your dream job and why? I don’t have one. :/ Do you think you would be a good therapist? No. What’s your favorite brand of clothing? I don’t have a particular favorite brand. Did you like this survey? It was fine.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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rainbowtransform · 7 years

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Fools Rush In

Listen, okay, blame @fanfictiongreenirises okay? She asked for it.

His name is Victor, in this life, and Yuri’s his partner’s name. Victor loves Yuri, and Yuri loves Victor. He knows it. Yuri’s a figure skater, just like Victor.

And he’s absolutely breathtaking . When he moves, it’s like the Earth and Sky come together. And it’s absolutely perfect - if Yuri can just forget himself when he is dancing. (Victor knows he can; and he does.)

And then… then they get married. Victor can only live in Victor’s life for so long, and Yuri can only stay for so long. Victor promised himself, he did, that he wouldn’t get too attached. He’s already attached to his pet, and he thinks Yuri is, too.

“Victor,” Yuri murmurs. “Come to bed, please?”

“In a minute, Yuri.” Victor replies. Yuri huffs, and leaves into their bedroom. Victor watches him go, before signing his name and the time date onto his letter.

They adopt four children. Two boys, two girls. The girls are identical twins, and the boys are cousin that were separated. Victor loses himself into fatherhood and spouse hood. He loves Yuri like he loves his mothers from past lives, perhaps more.

Victor’s little girls grow up, and marry men. His two boys grow up, one marries a man, and one doesn’t marry at all. They (the parents) don’t try to get him to “go out and get a woman”. Why should he?

If he wants a spouse, he’s capable to get his own; they aren’t going to push him.

Yuri grows older, and Victor lets himself grow older, too. He has to keep up his ruse. Their children are gone, grown-up and beautiful. And their pet, his dog, his too young puppy , dies.

They get grandchildren. Plenty of them. Victor teaches them sewing; Yuri teaches them the concept of being accepting.

Victor watches as Yuri grows even older.

And he watches Yuri’s breath leave his body.

And Victor mourns.

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The next time Victor (now named Adam) saw Yuri (or Saturday) was three thousand years later. Victor saw Yuri’s hair - Victor always remembers his hair - and quickly goes up.

“Adam,” he says smoothly, trying to cover his bases and examine Yuri’s face. “Saturday.” Yuri - Saturday - says.

“That’s a pretty name,” Victor says. Saturday doesn’t look up; and Victor’s eyebrows raise. “Thanks,” Saturday says, before thrusting something into Victor’s hands.

It’s a little scrap of paper. “That’s my boyfriend’s number,” Saturday says. “Call him if you want to fight with him over me. I don’t care.” She flips her hair, and Victor watches. He reads the number off the paper, and pulls out his phone. She rolls her eyes and walks away. The phone’s ringing and a gruff voice mail picks up. “This is Peter Meltive. If you’re calling for my girl, you ain’t getting her. Leave a time and place, and I’ll find you, little bitch .”

Victor quickly pulls the phone away and hangs up the call. He looks up at Saturday and says quietly “You know he could kill you.” His eyes are searching Saturday’s and she only glares.

“He loves me. And he loves our baby.” She places a hand against her own stomach and Victor’s drawn to it. The life form growing inside Saturday - inside Yuri . Victor feels rage wash over him. Why is he feeling this way? He’s had plenty of wives and husbands across the years.

Why now? Why at this particular moment, to Yuri is he feeling this? He’s the only one that came back. The Voice whispers and Victor pushes it away. He watches Saturday walk away, speaking on the phone to one of her friends.

He sees it on the news. Someone’s videotaped it. He sees Saturday screaming, being slammed into walls the floor windows. Everything. He sees her husband - boyfriend? - behind her, screaming something. Someone’s places subtitles.

“GET RID OF IT!”

“Please…”

“GET… RID… OF… IT! YOU FILTHY WHORE!”

He watches as Saturday - and his Yuri - crawls out of her home, screaming. Blood is matted into her hair; eyes are dull. She’s screaming and there’s blood everywhere. Victor’s eyes begin tearing up as he watches her boyfriend following her, pulling out a gun. He shoots her. Victor watches.

The next day, Victor’s found dead in his apartment.

He doesn’t see Yuri until almost a billion years later. He’s a boy this time, and Victor’s so glad to see him he hugs him straight away. Yuri is rigid, before he pushes Victor away, brow furrowed and angry. Victor begins babbling, and talking about how great it is that he’s here with Yuri before Yuri stops him.

He begins using American sign language. Victor’s picked up a lot of things, but why is he using sign language?

“I’m deaf. Why did you hug me?”

“I’m… sorry. I thought you were someone I knew.”

Victor stand aside, and watches as Yuri walks up to the airport. Victor follows (he’s heading to America to study). He overhears conversation with Yuri about different things - and learn other things. He learns that Yuri’s American in this one, and he was born deaf. He also realized that today was the day Yuri’s going home.

“I can’t wait to see my mom again! She always has the best food, and she’s not going easy. That’s what she said!” Yuri signs and Victor reads. Yuri’s eyes lit up as he keeps talking and Victor’s heart begins to wring itself.

“Mine, mine, mine,” it whispers and Victor gently tries to guide it away. “Not now.” He murmurs quietly.

His heart’s crying, Victor can tell. But for right now, he needs to board the plane for America. He sits down, places earbuds into his ears, and he begins blasting his music. The plane begins to take off, gathering speed, and Victor’s staring out the window. Everyone else is clutching their seats because the plane is lifting off soon. Victor keeps looking at the patches of grass; and he turns his head, just slightly, to stare at Yuri’s face just inches behind him.

“Lloyd!” One of Yuri’s friends scream, and Victor turns around. Lloyd? It doesn’t fit, Victor knows. Nothing ever fits quite right besides ‘Yuri’ on Victor’s tongue.

The plane’s flying over the ocean and Victor is watching the ocean below. It’s a huge thing and Victor wonders how it’d survived all this time. But, then again, he’s sure the ocean wonders that about Victor too. Victor gently places a finger against the cold glass of the window, and the plane begins falling.

“I’m sorry, passengers, there seems to be a problem,” someone’s saying over the intercom. Victor sighs. Is this what he gets for meeting Yuri? They’re killing him now?

“Victor…” the Voice says warningly but Victor shrugs it off. He’s going to die anyway, it’s okay. He turns around, and yanks Yuri - Llyod - into the biggest, sexiest kiss of his life before the plane smacks into water, and Victor watches as Yuri and his friends die from the impact. Then, Victor himself dies.

He meets Yuri, now called Marissa, sitting next to her friend. She’s laughing, flipping her long hair behind her shoulder. Victor (called Sam), is staring but Marissa just smirks at him. She’s the “popular” girl at school, and Victor - Sam - is a nerd . It’s only natural that the nerd likes the popular girls; and the popular girls date the jocks.

Victor - Sam - tries to get Yuri - Marissa - to go out with him. Just one date. Perhaps Victor - Sam? - could get them to remember Yuri’s first life. But Marissa just shrugs him off, yanks his flowers’ petals off and laughs in Victor’s face.

And Victor still loves her.

Maybe it’s because, buried deep underneath Marissa’s “life” is three other lives that Victor was there for. In this decade, Yuri’s hair is blond and his - her - eyes are this brownish-blueish color. Victor loves that color.

Marissa’s dating this one guy - he’s a jerk - but Victor knows it’s because he’s a child. Barely even past sixteen, and this is his first life. Victor isn’t the kind of jealous husband - ex husband - especially since Yuri’s been “dead” for more than three billion years.

Victor’s hair is dyed brown; and he’s still got his blue eyes. He watches Marissa work, and he knows he’s probably going to get beat up after school. He can take them, he’s confident enough. He’s got the brawn of “Adam”; the skill of Victor; the moves of Allison; and the love of his husband. He’s sitting at the library when he realizes that not one person has come by.

A party. A drunken, drunken party. Yuri’s going to be there. Yuri’s going to die. The Voice says, emotionless. Victor keeps a straight face, and nods. He’s used to it by now. They’re going to say he was driving. They’re going to force the blame onto him. What’re we going to do? Nothing! The Voice cackled. Victor’s eyed the book next to him. He wonders if it’s too late to see if he’d be able to sneak in.

He grabs his keys, texts his “mother”, and goes into his car. He starts it up, and pulls it out smoothly - he’s had years of practice. He begins driving toward the house where the parties are usually at - Susan McBride’s - and another car suddenly appears right in front of him. Victor tries to slam on the brakes, and the person in the other car tries, too.

Victor’s car crashes into the other’s. The crash sound makes Victor’s head hurt and his neck snaps forward and back. Breaking and fixing it. They must be watching and laughing as Victor whimpers, bringing his hand up to his bloody head. He coughs, and the passenger car gets out and stumbles.

“What the fuck!?” He screams before he turns to the car. “Marissa? MARISSA?” And Victor only has a moment to process which Marissa they’re speaking about before he blacks out.

The last time Victor sees Yuri die comes when Yuri’s a transgender boy, and he’d just gotten divorced from his wife. They had three kids that Yuri - naturally - tried to get joint custody of, but was refused when the court learned he was transgender.

Victor has seethed, and ranted, and threw things. But nobody would change their mind and Victor can’t exactly go support Yuri in court. If he’d do that, Yuri would die, and Victor would be left wondering if they would be cruel and send him back to reincarnation; or if they’d be kind and finally place Yuri’s restless spirit to peace.

He’s practically vibrating when Yuri comes onto the television. Yuri begins talking about how much he’d lived and how his life was dictated by him trying to be Yuri - or Luke, in this case - and how Samantha wasn’t him.

And Victor’s heart, this human human heart, began hurting. Breaking. Flipping inside his chest; fighting to break out because it yearns for a boy who’d never come back to him. Victor stares at Yuri, looking so much like his old self - the only difference is his face. His nose looks broken; eyes are too sunken; hair is limp, lanky and red.

Victor can stare at Yuri for hours - if he could. But, right now, he’s too busy trying to figure out exactly how to fix this curse. This curse for Yuri. Victor’s lived with this “curse” or “blessing” depending on how you’d feel about it for decades - but he can remember. Yuri can’t.

Maybe it’s something emotional? Perhaps Yuri had suffered great loss beforehand? In his second life that prevented him from remembering? Victor flips through pages and pages of the book he’d picked up long ago. The pages are yellowed, and dirty in spots where the oil on Victor’s fingers rubbed off spots. There’s letters, pages, and even whole texts missing from this book but the most important is the thing Victor has memorized. Pushing pages of notes out of his way, Victor begins to read it again. The words began to mix together (again) and Victor almost screamed.

“I can deal with this curse!” He screams at Them. “He can’t !”

“He doesn’t even remember. How can he deal with something he can’t remember?” They ask. Victor’s eyes are hard as he threatens, begs, and even tries to bargain. They refuse.

The next day, the news says that Luke - Yuri - died in a gang beating. They’d ganged up on him, calling him “faggot” and “little girl” and beat him to death.

Yuri didn’t quite remember anything before his twenty-third birthday. He’d just walked into a bar and he’d noticed a silver-haired man who was drinking away his life.

“Hey,” Yuri had said, pulling his brother’s arm. “Is he familiar?” His brother just looks at him, laughs loudly, and claps him on the back.

“Every silver-haired man looks familiar to you!” He yells, and the man-who-drinks turns around to stare at Yuri with utter confidence in his eyes. A soft smile pulls up the the corner of his mouth, and Yuri’s mouth pulls up in response. The man-who-drinks gets up, places a few bills on the bar, and walks by Yuri.

He doesn’t stumble, which means he’s either not drunk enough or can hold his liquor surprising well. He walks past Yuri, and just gave him a quick glance - a once-over - and walks out the bar. Yuri’s mouth turns down his smile and - is he pouting? Yuri sighs deeply and shoves his hands into his pocket when he feels a scrap of paper. He opens it and almost blacks out.

Hi ;)

Here’s my number. Call me if you want to hang out, or something.

-Victor

Yuri calls him straightaway. Victor sounds like he’s laughing and Yuri’s blushing but he’s not backing down.

“Come meet me at the cafe across the bar,” Victor’s voice is smooth. And like he’s trying not to cry. It’s an odd combination - but Victor’s voice does it justice quite well.

Yuri escapes from his brother’s side and crosses the street. Victor’s sitting at a table, drinking a cup of coffee and holding a pastry. He turns, and grins up at Yuri who smiles back.

“Victor.”

“I know. I mean - I’m - I’m - I’m Yuri. I am. Me. Yuri. I.”

Victor laughs, a rich sound and Yuri wants to hear it again. He sits down next to Victor, and his eyes are bright and large. Can’t Victor just laugh one more time? He keeps looking left and right; as if something’s going to jump out and attack them.

“Victor?” Yuri asks.

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“Of course,” a smile and Yuri can’t help but do it either. “Just checking some things.”

“Okay.”

They smile and a waitress comes over. Yuri asks for a hot chocolate, and she smiles before going away. There’s a flash of movement in Yuri’s peripheral vision; it’s a flash of silver? He turns his head, and gets a face-full of gun.

“Turn over pockets,” the woman says in a thick accent. The man next to her looks proud, in a fatherly-kind-of-way.

“Turn over pockets,” she demands. Yuri shows her his wallet, and give it to her; then his watch, and that was everything that he had.

“More,” the man demanded. Yuri flinched before trying to explain that he doesn’t have anything else.

“Il n’a rien d’autre?”

“Non.”

“Tirez sur l’homme à côté de lui.”

The woman turns the gun on Victor, and pulls the trigger. Yuri screams, and Victor’s bleeding. Yuri’s cradling Victor’s head in his arms already (why is he doing it?) and he’s crying.

Victor grips Yuri’s hand and smiles. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “It’s okay.”

His grip goes slack and his eyes glaze over and Yuri screams.

#Yuri!!! On Ice #Yuri On Ice #rainbowtransformwrites #i blame my friend #and myself #and you know #the sadness #enjoy the story #don't blame me #i strongly believe that I'm a good person #angst comes naturally #okay?

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deadmantalking117 · 7 years

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DR. FEELGOOD

There's an opiod crisis in America. I read about it everyday. Thousands of people who take narcotics to get high. To blunt the pain of whatever is hurting them. Physically, emotionally, whatever. I don't even pretend to have any kind of solution.. I can only offer you an insiders perspective. My very first experience with the good stuff was right after I got married. I'd had a migraine for the third straight day.. I'd get them several times a year.. but this one wouldn't stop. My mom says enough is enough.. I'm taking you to urgent care. Kat had the kids.. otherwise she'd have driven.. she was concerned by now as well. Never had one last this long. At the urgent care.. the guy checks me out.. "are you allergic to anything?" "Are you ok with a couple of shots.. we'll get you feeling better" Not allergic.. hate shots.. but ok fine Demerol and Thorozine Nectar of the Gods I remember it to this day. Full disclosure time. I'm 24 now.. haven't yet run into the issues that are about to start soon. I dont really drink.. been drunk a handful of times. But I dont drink.. just never cared for it.. don't like the taste, don't like the feeling. I smoked some pot when I was 20-21 but I was always paranoid about getting busted.. plus now I have kids.. and you know what that means.. no money for pot. Tried cocaine a couple times. Kat and I would get a little for "date night". But we're talking birthday or anniversary stuff. So, pretty vanilla for a party guy. Just wasn't much of a chemical romance for me. My how things do change. Demerol and Thorozine No ecstasy so wonderful.. no bliss so complete. I went from being almost blind with pain.. to walking on a cloud.. I floated out the door to mom's station wagon. Such a pretty station wagon! My God.. look at that wood paneling! It sooo beautiful! I opened the door and folded myself in half to get in. Mom says "whatcha doing?" I don't wanna hurt the car by banging into it.. It's so tiny and beautiful... "I think you're covered.. put your feet on the floor.. put on your seatbelt please" Home again after the beautiful magic carpet ride full of neon and colors. In mom's beautiful woody station wagon. I floated thru door.. "Oh my, you look better" Kat laughs You are sooo. Pretty ! You know what would great ? Brownies! And sex!.. and sex brownies! And pizza.. we should have everybody over and BBQ. I'm going to lay down for few minutes, watch a movie.. but then sex brownies! Zzzzzzzz. 2 days later when I started coming around. I honestly have never felt that good in my life. 2 days of being completely pain free.. and floating on clouds. Never before.. certainly not since. The problem with being in chronic pain is this. It's chronic.. that means it NEVER stops. Some days arent too bad. You feel crappy... but honestly.. any person over 40 is familiar with feeling pain every single day. I just got a big headstart from everyone else. A lot of days.. far too many days. The pain is crippling. But most people like me have to figure out how to have a life despite that. So, on we soldier. I'm mid 30's... just really getting bad sick. My doctor is an Internist. The kind of general doctor that does innards. Dr. Feelgood was an amazingly good doctor. Everyone in town knew and loved him. Everything's going wrong all the time.. But Dr Feelgood is working overtime to fix it. I'm in serious pain.. everyday.. all day. But he gives me pain meds. Vicodin, Percocet, fiorinol, demerol, pills, patches, shots. We tried everything. I had access to sleeping pills, xanax, valium. Not all at once of course. But in hefty doses. I was dying.. and I just wanted it to be as pain free as possible. Dr. Feelgood was trying his best. There was a point in my life.. because of the years of taking so many narcotics.. I could take absolutely lethal doses without getting even a little buzz. I could get a migraine.. which at the time was common. Go into the office and get a shot of demerol.. and off to work I'd go. It got rid of the pain ok. But no more highs for poor Steve. The party is long over.. and I'm still always in agony. This was a big reason why I quit everything all at once. For the past 5 years Dr Feelgood has been banging his head against my wall. But we had the opportunity to move to another state.. I'd had my 2nd resection.. so this was as good as it was going to get. Off we go. For the next 3 years.. nothing. Some good days.. some bad.. but no drugs at all. But reality does tend to insert itself. The fact of my life is.. I Have to use narcotics most days..and there are millions of people like me. Used properly they are a miracle for us. Buy there are too many people who see how glamorous its is.. being a drug addict looks like one long party for Steve... lets try it! I do make it look glamorous. The problem today in 2017 is the government is seriously clamping down on legitimate prescriptions for legitimate patients. Every time my doctor prescribes narcotics. She gets a letter from uncle Sam. It tells her all the good drugs she's given out vs. How much other doctors have written. You never want to be on the naughty list. Dont stand out! That means they now have to ration out the good stuff. They can't have several patients getting narcotics. So those of us who have a legitimate reason to take them. Can't always get them. Most doctors practices will not even take you as a patient if you are on narcotics! Wont even talk to you about it. So here's my current nightmare. If I lose my current doctor.. I may not be able to get another.. ever. All because of the opioid epidemic It's happened already.. About 12 years ago.. after my 3rd bowel resection.. my GI. said we could try... Morphine. It's good for guts like yours. It helps with pain.. it causes constipation.. which can balance the scales with the diarrhea you always now have. Cuz of the fact that you have almost no intestines left. But there's rules.. you can only get so many per month. There will never be more. Don't ask. No other drugs from any other doctors. Ever. No drug seeking behavior. Ever. Dont feed it after midnight or get it wet. In 12 years I've never broken the rules. Not once. But I had started going to a pain management Doctor. She took over all prescriptions.. but same rules. Thats what they do. And again.. I followed the rules. But she was willing to up the doses over the years. And eventually I was getting some pretty good amounts. Now to be clear. I haven't gotten high from morphine since almost ever. It just helps the pain some.. keeps my guts pretty calm. But one day I get a form letter.. they're closing down the pain management aspect of their practice because of government pressures. Too much hassle. So I go back to my original GI who started me on it, to take it back over. But he just had to retire after serious back surgery. And his partner wont talk to me. RuhRow! What do I do Scooby doo? I was lucky enough to find someone for about a year.. she cut me way down.. but at least there was something. But this isn't really her specialty.. and she's getting the letters from uncle Sam. So.. fuck it.. I quit ! Cold turkey.. I planned it out so I could take off a month from work. Stocked up on ensure.. and T.P. Got ready for withdrawls. They were as horrible as you see on t.v. or movies. Basically it's like having the flu really bad for a couple weeks. After a month I was clean.. but my new nightmare was in full view. I am missing a large portion of my intestines after 3 bowel resections. It's called Short Bowel Syndrome. Everything that goes in.. goes right back out.. fast. No sight seeing along the way. If course the rapid pass through causes severe spasms and pain. I could no longer leave my bedroom. Not ever. I was on the toilet 10 times a day or more. And I barely ate at all. My new GI wasn't to happy about going the morphine route. I remember our appointment a couple months after I'd quit cold turkey. I wrote down my reasons why I wanted her to put me back on. I was bawling as I tried to convey how miserable I was.. I wanted my sad pathetic life back! I don't want to only be able to get out of bed so I could shit myself to death. I begged like dog. She agreed at a much lower dosage.. and of course.. all the same rules apply. Most days.. it's not even close to enough. But at least I can get out occasionally. Work a few hours a week. Play Pokemon Go with the grandkids and my beautiful wife. I get to have some little bit of a life. If anything happens to her.. or she just decides otherwise. My life will literally be over. My entire life is on the line. Every month. I go to pick up my refill prescription from her.. I think.. is this the month she cuts me off? I don't wanna die. I didn't do anything wrong. I don't have the answer to any of this. All I know is that there are thousands, maybe millions of people in this exact same boat. Narcotics are the only thing keeping them alive or letting them have some measure of relief from pain that you couldn't imagine in your worst dreams. Our governments solution right now is to take away all narcotics from everyone.. let God sort 'em out. Crack down on doctors who are trying to keep them alive. Cut funding for rehabilitation services and mental health. The 2 best tools to curb the opiod epidemic. These are just facts I'm sorry to say. I just don't understand how they can be so callous and cruel. I didn't do anything wrong. I don't deserve this.

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daveedsbra-blog · 7 years

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Stupid Cupid Pt. 2

pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader X Anthony Ramos

TW: angry parents, I say ‘christ’ man, real wild.

summary: greasers are nice but they can be shitty, same goes for most teenagers, though, its hard when you can’t make up your mind over two boys, especially when you have the expectations of family and friends.

words: 2012 (wow)

a/n: assdjfhhsjfndjfjsncnvr it’s here, I'm sorry, I started a new school and this is way overdue, but I think I'm gonna do like one more proper chapter and then a lin or Anthony drama thing idk, okay love you xox, I might get a few fics out this week if were lucky!! also @pdothamman you’re welcome

part one

The next day I found myself drifting to school in a romantic struck haze, smiling to anyone who passed me on the street. my book bag, which was slung over my shoulder, gave no feeling of weighing me down, in fact, I didn't feel it's usually nagging weight. I drifted down the school path, listening to the chatter of students around me.

Why am I so happy? You may ask. Well, this morning when I went downstairs I was greeted by my brother, who didn't seem too pleased, showing a bouquet of roses into my hand, then he let out an annoyed "they're from Lin.." Then went back to eating his Krinkles, glaring the bunch down as I sat at the table, my mom sliding a bowl of cereal in front of me. "He was quite impressed with himself" she sang, smiling at my brother. "I quite like that boy" she adds, giving my brother the same look he gave the roses. "You know, your dad did the same thing to me, we did have lives you know," she says, rushing to the sink, I rolled my eyes and ate. So there I was, smiling to myself, the roses Lin gave me pinned in my hair. I kept a look out for him, but to no avail, so I went to my classes for the morning, talking to Philipa about the previous day. During morning tea I sat with my friends, Philipa, Renee, and Jasmine, as I talked I looked around, distancing myself from them as I tried to spot the brunette. "Y/N? Are listening" I shaken from my search by Renee moving my shoulder back I forth, I look at her with a confused expressing. "Y/N, are you okay?" Jasmine asks, resting a hand on my calf. "Uh... Yes, sorry I'm distracted" I sigh, seeing Pippa roll her eyes in my peripherals "what?" I snap at her, a frown forming on my face as I look at her, she smiles and plucks a flower from my hair. "You're acting all lovey Dovey after your date with Lin last night," she says, sniffing the rose, causing Jasmine and Renne gasp and lean in. "What was he like?" "Did he buy you dinner?" "Did he hold your hand?" "Where did you go?" They both gush like blabbering idiots as I sigh to myself. "It wasn't a date, we went to the park to study..." I say, giving them an unimpressed look. "But yes... He did hold my hand" I try to cover the wide grin on my face. I watch their faces go from excited grins to shocked, knowing stares directed behind me. "He did what now?" A male voice as from behind me, resting their hands on the top of my head. "Chris, Jon, sit down, we're talking about Y/N and Lin's date last night," Philipa says, causing me to stare at her angrily. "It wasn't a date!" I insist, my voice going into a high-pitch shriek. I see the Chris and Jon sit down next to me. "So you're the reason he canceled our study session," Jon says, his face looking a mixture of being impressed and disappointed. "Lin and I studied in the park and he merely helped me, nothing more," I say. "Well that's not what I heard a few seconds ago" Renee had a sly look on her face as she looked around the group, I huff and cross my arm, hunching over with a scowl on my face. "So? He held my hand? He was being polite, that's how you should treat a lady" I say. "What are you? Last of the Victorians? Jeez..." Chris shakes his head. "Just ask the guy out on a date.." He adds, resting his head in his hands. "Maybe... I promised Anthony I'd go out with him after school, though.." I say quietly, cause the loudest group groan you've ever heard, Pippa throws herself backward, being dramatic, Jon and Chris look at each other with a disappointed look, Renee falls onto my lap and Jasmine looks at me with a pitiful look. "No!" Is the overall judgment. "Come on! You're gonna do that to Lin?" Pippa tried to guilt trip me. "I promised him! I can't back out of a promise, my mother raised me better" I say. "Firstly, your mom hates Anthony, and two, just tell him to go away," Chris says. "We all know that's true" "And I don't even know your mom!" Jon butts in, causing everyone to look at me. "Well... Then I'll do it out of spite" I frown at all of them, sitting up straight. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have Home tech" I stand up and swing my back over my shoulder, walking away, moistening to Pippa laugh and get up. "We're joking Y/N, you know I love you," she says, linking her arm in mine, walking with me. "Whatever" I sigh, smiling at her. --- As the end of the day approached I felt myself grow excited yet nervous, once I ran out the school gates and waited for Anthony, in the same place he usually picks me up in, I stood there, holding my book back to my chest, looking around, keeping an eye out for his turquoise Bel Air Chevy. When he finally pulled up I smiled, his hair was out all over his face as he gave me a toothy grin, his Chevrolet dying down as he stopped in front of me. "Hop in babes" he said, I gave him a meek smile as I opened the door, placing my books on the floor, tucking my dress under my thighs as I sat down, I looked at him and leant over to give him a small peck on the cheek, causing him to break out in a red blush, turning into a stuttering mess. "Thank you for taking me out, Anthony," I say. "C-call me Ant," he says wide-eyed as he drives down to the road, I laugh to myself as I turn to face the passing road on my right. "So, where are we going?" I ask, my hair flying around my face, the top of the car being wound down. "Well, mom and pops are out for the evening, so I was thinking I could show you the farm," he says, I smile sweetly and turn to him. "That sounds really nice," I say, my eyes moving to his hand as he shifted gears in the car. "I'm really excited," he says, I nod at him. "I am too," I say simply. ------ We drove for a while longer, spoke about small things, and eventually showed up at his house, the long gravel driveway shaking the car as we drove down the hill, I barely spotted his house as we drove. He pulled outside the tall, White House, the black joining complementing the rest of it. I open the door and reached down to grab my bag, Anthony appeared at the door and took my hand, helping me up, I laughed at him and wandered past him, going towards the house as he closed my door. "Your house is so nice," I gawk, he looks down and smiles shyly. "T-thank you.." He says as he flies up the porch steps, unlocking the door, and swinging it open, a golden retriever bursting through the door, jumping on the chest, I let out a shriek and jump backwards. "Oh my goodness!" I say. "Daisy! Down!" Anthony commands, the dog turning to him, jumping up on him. "I'm so sorry" he apologizes, patting the dogs head as she licked his face. "No, she's cute. But a little shocking" I laugh. He looks at the dog and back at me with an apologetic look. "Come on, I can get you something to drink, I think we have some pop in the back fridge,on" he says, pushing the dog into the house. I follow him, my hands behind my back as I give him a curious look.

“so what's the drive like to school?” I ask as I follow him through the corridors of his large house, he turns back and gives me a curious look “by that I mean you live quite far away the drive must be quite long” I clarify, he nods and continues to walk leading me up a flight of stairs.

“yeah I suppose it's quite long” he says says he swerves into a bedroom, this bedroom had a queen size bed with messy bed covers a large window that had been open on its way to setting, a cold breeze blowing through the room as I look at the clothes strewn across the floor. “but I've gotten used to it” he adds giving me a bright smile.

A silence hung over the room as we both stared at each other, daisy quietly panting behind me in the doorway.

“Do you want to go outside?” He asks, I nod and agree, following him out.

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I didn't realize how much land his family owned, he held my hand tightly as he leads me up a hill, the sun glowing down on us as the flowers fall from my hair.

I giggle at something he says as we sit down, my hand interwoven with his as he told me a story about Daveed and Oak getting detention.

“Hey, what time do you need to be home? I think it's getting late” he says, looking at the sky, the sun already setting, leaving a pink heugh lying over the sky, like sleeping beauty.

“My curfew is at 6, so probably before then,, ” I say, his face sinks. “What?” I ask.

“We should probably get going, then. It's 5:46 right now” he say, biting his lip, my face sinks too.

“Oh Christ” I murmur, standing up, my flats barely holding it together as I started down the hill, Anthony chasing behind as I ran towards the car.

“My dad's going to kill me!” I shriek, pulling on the door handle Anthony lets out a nervous laugh.

“It's gonna be fine, I'll get you home in time, ” he says, jumping over the door of the car, land in the seat, he then leans over to the passenger side and opens it for me, I jump in with a huff as he starts driving.

“It's not your fault, I'm not angry, my dad is going to be angry, though” I sigh, leaning against the side of the car, my ponytail flapping about in the wind as we drove.

“just blame it on me, your parents hate me as it is” he sighs sadly.

“I don't hate you, though, so that's what really matters,” I say at him.

“well it kind of does, I don't mean to be a downer, but if I asked you out your dad would make you say no” he says “It's not a fairy tale ending, Y/N, I can't make them like me” he sounds defeated as we pull up onto the road, the silence settling as I thought about what he said.

“I don't know what to say…” I sigh “you're right, which I don't particularly like but I don't blame you…”

We didn't really talk as I looked at the sky, the sun slowly setting over the town.

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“Y/N! You're 25 minutes late! Where were you?” my mother screams at me as I walk through the door, she turns to the corridor, my brother's smug face behind her as I look at the ground. She stomps up to me and grabs the collar of my shirt, dragging me to the kitchen.

“I bet she was out with Anthony,” Eddy says, a smile plastered on his face asIsee my father stone cold face staring at me.

“I hope this is false, Y/N”, He says, I flinch.

“it… it's true… im sorry” I say quietly and I hold my hands together.

“and where on earth is your bag?” he asks, his hand pointing at me.

“I must have left it”

#Anthony Ramos #anthony ramos x reader #lin manuel miranda #lin miranda #lin manuel x reader #lin manuel miranda x reader #hamilton x reader #hamiltion imagine #x reader

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scarletscreamo · 7 years

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Creepypasta/Origin Story (Burning Girl)

My name is Isaac Anderson, I’m 20 years old, and I’m running for my life.

Let me start from the beginning. It was when I was in highschool. There was a girl in the grade below mine who everyone liked to pick on… Her name was Mackenzie. She was picked on because she liked to draw her imaginary friend from when we were kids, It was some kind of girl who controlled fire or something. Aside from that Mackenzie was just a normal girl. I felt bad that she didn’t have any friends so I became friends with her. She was actually really funny. She loved to make puns about fire, I guess it was just her thing. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a crush on her back then. Thinking back, I don’t really know why I agreed to play a prank on her with some kids in my grade. There was five of us playing the prank. Joey, Danielle, Gorge, Aliana, and me. Joey, Danielle, and Gorge were three of the main people who picked on her while Aliana and me were Mackenzie’s best friends. Joey planned everything out, we just going to her house and setting a small fire in her yard. It was just a small prank…

When we got there Alaina suggested instead of putting it in the front yard we should light it in the back next to Mackenzie’s room. Her room was on the first floor near the corner of the house, she had a big window she could see the yard from so we all thought it’d be funny. We went to the back yard near her window. Before we lit the fire Danielle brought out two cases of beer. I should have known it was a bad idea but I just went along with it. So we all started drinking and messing around… then Gorge started piling up dead leaves and some sticks for the fire. Joey told Aliana and I to throw rocks at Mackenzie’s window while he and Gorge lit the fire. We started throwing rocks until Mackenzie woke up and looked out. God, she looked so upset when she saw us laughing at her. It was fine… until Joey decided to throw a beer bottle at her house. Mackenzie lived in an old wooden house so it caught fire in an instant. Everyone went into a panic when we heard Mackenzie start screaming. Danielle quickly called 911 but it was too late. The whole house was in flames and we could hear screams from her family.

I will never forget those screams… and I’ll never forget when I saw her look through the window straight into my eyes. Half her face was charred, her left eye was practically melted but she still glared at me from the window. It was so hateful…

Fire Trucks showed up just as the house collapsed… We were questioned and sent home. I had just assumed everyone had died in the fire but… then I saw the news the next day. They had only found three bodies… Mackenzie was declared missing.

There was a service at the school for the family then everyone went back to normal… until about a month later. It was a normal Saturday morning, me, my mom, and dad all went to watch the news like usual… and I was shocked at what came up. Joey, the same kid who planned the prank on Mackenzie, was dead… Police had said his house was set on fire by an unknown assailant. The only piece of evidence was a slightly burned drawing…

It was one of Mackenzie’s drawings.

One by one, all the kids who pulled the prank all died in house fires... Every single time a drawing of Mackenzie’s was found. At Alaina’s house fire… the drawing was a new one… It was a picture of Mackenzie on fire… At the bottom… It read, ‘You’re next Isaac.’

I completely panicked. My parents and police questioned me but I couldn’t exactly tell them that a girl who’s been missing for 6 months is hunting me… So I ran. I packed up my stuff and left in the night. I changed my name, I cut my hair, I even went as far as to get colored contacts… For a while I thought I was safe… I settled down in an area and got a job. I started to relax, started to live a normal life…

But she found me. At first when I saw her I just thought it was my mind playing tricks on me… but then I saw her again… and again… and again… I was slowly going crazy. I saw her everywhere. Outside my work, in the street across from my apartment, hell I swear I saw her in the mirror! I panicked. I left. I didn’t tell anyone, I just packed up my stuff and left… I hopped on a bus and went to the next state. I changed my name again, I dyed my hair, I changed my contacts…

Soon… I felt safe again. So I settled down, got a new job, a new place. It was fine… for 4 months… then she showed up again. It started just the same… I saw her in a passing glance and when I looked again she wasn’t there. I tried to remain calm, I told myself it was just a figment of my imagination. But soon, just like last time, she was everywhere… I saw her every turn I made. I thought if I ignored her then she’d just leave me alone… that was a mistake. I started to wake up in the middle of the night with searing pain on my arms or my legs, even my chest… When I looked it was always the same thing… A burn, like someone had snuck into my apartment, taken a piece of metal, heated it up, and pressed it to my skin. They were all the same shape and size, like they had all come from the same piece of metal. I started to become paranoid… even when I locked all my doors and windows, I still would wake up with burns.

So I left again. I moved for a while before I settled down again… I felt safe… I was all the way across the country and I looked nothing like I did before. I waited for a couple months… and nothing. She wasn’t anywhere to be seen… I thought I finally had gotten rid of her. I got a house, a girlfriend, even a dog. I locked all my doors at night, I got an alarm, I even got security cameras and set them up around the house. It was all normal for a while…

Then one morning, My beagle, Chewy, disappeared without a trace. Me and my girlfriend, Samantha, looked all over and even set up posters… But when I looked at the footage… I saw her. Mackenzie got into my house without anyone noticing. She took Chewy and… when she went to leave, She stared straight into the camera and smiled… She knew I would see her. I started to become paranoid again. I was always looking over my shoulder, I had to double check my doors and windows… Then… the burns started again… but it was worse. When I woke up one night, Samantha was screaming next to me. She was crying saying her whole leg hurt. When we looked… her whole leg was charred. I rushed her to the hospital… The doctor asked if we left any candles burning or if we had spilt any alcohol… I was confused but I told him that we didn’t use candles and we didn’t drink. He was shocked. He asked us if we knew how the fire started. When I told him that there wasn’t any fire… he turned pale white. He said that it was impossible. When Samantha asked him why… he told us that the burns were caused by someone pouring alcohol on her leg and setting fire to it.

I had never been more scared in my life. None of our place had any fire damage… That meant someone snuck into the house, took Samantha somewhere without waking her up, burned her leg, then somehow managed to get her back into bed without waking her. Samantha filed a police report and the police asked if they could review our security tapes. I agreed in an instant… Then they called and asked if I could come to the station. I was confused but I went. When I got there they showed me the tape of my bedroom from that night…

It was normal… until at about 1 in the morning… Mackenzie somehow opened the window and got inside. She took Samantha from the bed and took her out the back door. They then showed me the tapes from my backyard. Mackenzie set Samantha on the grass in the back before taking out a beer bottle. She looked at the camera and smiled holding up the bottle like she was having a toast… then she poured it over Samantha’s left leg, lit a match, and dropped it on her leg. Mackenzie stared straight into the camera as Samantha screamed in pain… it was like she was staring straight at me.

The police asked if I knew who she was… I lied and said that I didn’t. What was I supposed to say? That a girl who’s been presumed dead for a year and a half is stalking me? I went home and what do I find on my doorstep… Chewy, or what was left of him… It was almost unrecognizable, the only reason I knew it was Chewy… was the undamaged, red collar with his tags and the same heart shaped bell that we had gotten for him when we first adopted him.

I rushed inside to make sure Samantha was okay… I called her name and ran throughout the house to try and find her… then I went out back and there she was… Mackenzie was standing over Samantha’s burning body.

She smiled at me like we were old friends having a barbeque. I ran to my car and sped off.

No matter where I go she will find me… I have to keep moving. I decided to document what has happened so even if I get caught someone, anyone… will know what happened to me. I’ve gotta go now… I have to leave before morning.

#creepypasta #original character

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happynowidiot-blog-blog · 7 years

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Halloween 2011: the Three Day Saga

'm not sure entirely how we survived Halloween weekend. Being in Jules's house was unbelievably strange. It was almost like when we ended up behind the bar at Big Chill. We were suddenly somewhere we never thought we'd actually be. His house is on the small side but cozy. The walls are covered in pictures of baby Jules and his little brother, and the dogs they grew up with. Jules's room is one the third floor away from the other two bedrooms. In one corner there's a giant TV and his single bed sits in the centre of the room. There aren't any posters on the wall but on his nightstand behind a stack of Tom Clancy novels is a picture of a middle aged man who Jules clearly resembles. Under the picture is a name, two dates (the second one being in January of 2009) and then the words "the Celebration of a Life". Jules's dad is dead. He died almost a year before we met him and the first we knew anything about it was from that picture on his nightstand. Penny and I were immediately aware that we couldn't bring this up, not then. Instead we teased him about his baby face and I wondered to myself about the acoustic guitar sitting at the top of the staircase. There were pictures in the hallway of Jules's football team when he was a kid and Penny laughed out loud as she pointed out a very, very blonde baby George among the group.

Jules was a good host as he stayed with us when we first got there and introduced us to some people before continuing to circulate. We ended up outside in the garden smoking with a group of people we introduced ourselves to based entirely on the smell of the weed they were smoking. I was talking to the guy next to me for a while. He was tall, solidly built, with dark hair and a nice smile. He asked how we knew Jules and I found myself rambling about how we were among his first friends in the country. As I said this, a lightbulb went on in both mine and Penny's heads. Something just clicked and she threw herself towards my ear to go, "That is definitely Jay. That is definitely Jules's little brother." I pretty much died. I asked him if that was indeed who he was and he said yeah. We then had a nice chat about Esam and the rest of the Dubai boys and George being ridiculous and some slight Jules mockery. We'd been talking for a bit and he's cute enough that I'd started flirting at some point. I hadn't even realised I was doing it until Penny threw herself at me for the second time and whispered frantically in my ear, "You CAN'T hook up with Jules's brother!" I immediately threw myself backwards. Thank god she said something. I totally might've ended up hooking up with Jay just out of habit or instinct if Penny hadn't brought me back to reality.

At some point, I ended up very, very high. High enough that I was no longer making sense and had no idea. I couldn't understand why people just kept leaving in the middle of conversations or why Penny kept walking up and asking how I was drunker than her. I wasn't drunk so this just confused the hell out of me. Considering I apparently couldn't talk I was incredibly clear headed. I got it into my head that I wanted to text George. I haven't drunk texted George in months and months. Since probably March, actually, but I was sitting in Jules's house talking about Greenwich with his little brother and I wished he'd been able to make it so I texted him something stupid. I called him "sweets" in the text which is bizarre as I've never called him that. "Babe": yes. "Sweets": never. The important thing about this text though is that it wouldn't send. I thought that was weird as I knew I had credit. I tested to make sure it wasn't my phone by sending a text to Penny that just said "hey" and nothing else. I then sent the same one to Clayton to double check it wasn't my phone (he's one of the first people in my phonebook). They both went through. I have absolutely no idea how I came up with the idea that this meant he'd changed his number but I did. I asked Jules for his phone and frantically scrolled through his contacts. I reached George's number and compared it with the one in my phone. They were different. I'm assuming that this is the point where I threw my phone but I can't actually be sure. Everything got a bit blurry. Again, I'm also assuming I either went and got Penny or she saw me or something but we ended up sitting in Jay's room because the door to Jules's room was locked. Penny held me as I tried to figure out what the hell was going on and why the fuck George would change his number without telling me. He'd had the same phone since he met him. He'd brought it from Dubai. It was a scratched up white phone that I'd had in my pocket for a bit that night in September. It felt like the ultimate slap in the face.

Jules came upstairs at one point and stuck his head into the room. He handed me my phone which he'd put back together and sat next to Penny on the bed. Penny asked him if he knew what had happened that night in September. He awkwardly nodded his head looking uneasy as he said, "Kind of." I sat up and said the words I never wanted to say to Jules, "I told George that I was more than a little in love him." Jules sighed and looked away before turning to me and saying, "There's this girl, Seren-" Cue me collapsing back onto the bed with a cry of despair. When George had first mentioned an ex-girlfriend I'd immediately assumed it was Seren even though he'd never mentioned her and there was no explicit proof they'd ever dated. There are a handful of pictures of them together on facebook but none of them are even that couple-y but I just had a gut feeling. Penny had been trying to talk me out of this assumption for awhile and I'd admitted that it was insane. This obviously didn't stop it from being true. Jules had stopped talking when I freaked out so we didn't really get the story. I wasn't really in the state to realise that it I wanted to know what had actually happened I would need to let him talk. He left a bit after that to make sure no one had tried to burn his house down while he'd been talking to us and Jay walked in a bit later.

He'd originally tried to back out as soon as he opened his door but we figured that since it was his room he could know what was going on. Penny literally stuck her finger in my ear as I laid with my head in her lap and she caught Jay up on the entire situation. She figured I didn't need to listen to it all over again. This is the part of the night that made us fall in love with Jay. As much as we love George and Jules and they're some of our best friends we never talk about anything real. There is so much they've never told us, things that we've had to suss out of off-handed comments and a truly disgusting amount of facebook stalking. Their communication skills are non-existant, both of them. Jay was much more of an open book. We told him about this lack of communication and he said that's just how they are. He lives five meters from Jules and talks to him once a week, maybe. He won't hear from George for months and then he'll come home one day and just find him chilling in his house (George hadn't been lying when he said he usually arrived unannounced). We told Jay that Jules had never mentioned his dad dying in any way, shape, or form and Jay actually talked about. He told us how hard it had been on Jules and how they had the same mannerisms, etc. We were talking about we really need some confirmation from these boys that we are indeed friends and Jay shook his head at us and said they clearly care about us. They talk about us all the time. So many of their stories involve us. That was unbelievably comforting to hear considering the actually horrible amount of time we spend talking about them.

This portion of the conversation, however, is where things became complicated. Penny said something about how they randomly show they care like how touched she was when Jules suited up for her birthday. Jay laughed at this and said, "Oh yeah! When Jules's girlfriend left for uni at the end of the summer he took her out for this fancy dinner and suited up and everything." Penny and I just froze. We said we didn't know he had a girlfriend this summer and Jay goes, "Yeah, my mom said she's a lovely girl." I knew Jules had had something this summer. There were pictures of him and a girl and some wall posts back and forth but we figured it was just a fling or they were just screwing around. He'd never changed his relationship status and I'd talked to him a lot this summer without him mentioning her. We had no idea it had been that serious. However, beyond being annoyed that Jules hadn't mentioned a girlfriend because it's yet another example of him keeping important things from us there was another reason this was a particularly horrifying piece of information. That day in September was the 7th/8th. When did this girl leave for uni? Did they actually break up or what? Was Jules in a relationship with someone when he hooked up with Penny (a lot)? Penny left the room and this point and told me not to follow her. She was sitting in the dark hallway with her legs straight out in front of her, just breathing. I left her alone and she came back in a few minutes later looking much calmer than I would've been. The conversation continued, shifting away from the more serious topics as some of Jay's friends walked in to chill with us. They'd run out of tobacco so Jay rolled a pure joint instead of their usual spliffs. Jay took a hit before handing it to me telling me it was really strong. I rolled my eyes and brought the joint to my lips. I laughed as I exhaled out of Jay's window per his request. Strong, my ass. They are so bad about their weed here. I felt nothing and as my earlier high had faded by then it was clearly not that strong. I passed it to Penny and she agreed with me. This guy Cesar asked a few minutes later if we "felt it yet" and we both laughed. Penny had been gradually taking over Jay's bed during this time. She'd slipped off her shoes and scooted back until she was leaning against the headboard with the blanket pulled up to her chin. Eventually, I'd followed suit as it had gotten chilly with the window open. At one point, I'd started coughing and had to run and grab my inhaler from my bag in Jules's room.

There'd been a giant group of people sitting on his bed including a couple that had clearly been using it for other purposes at some point. This was strange as I'd had to grab Jules to unlock the door in the first place but I wasn't in the mood to ask. I'd put my inhaler down on Jay's nightstand next to the jewelry I'd taken off. Penny and I had basically decided that we were sleeping in Jay's bed. He said that was cool as long as he had a spot on the floor he'd be fine. This plan went down the drain as that guy Cesar started snoring. He'd passed out on the end of the bed. They had to wake him up when they had to move the bed to get my phone from where I'd dropped it behind the headboard (I literally just dropped it there. I have no idea how I did it) and they could barely get him to open his eyes. Someone went downstairs and Penny told them to grab Jules for us.

Jules came upstairs and Penny asked him if he knew "anywhere comfy" for us to crash. He said we could sleep in his mom's room and led us to the bedroom across the hall opening the door as he said, "I'll be crashing with you guys too, by the way." and walked upstairs. Penny called after him for shirts for us to sleep in. He came back downstairs with his hands full of old football jerseys. Jules is not a small guy. He's got to be close to 6' and is solidly built. This apparently didn't factor into his choice of sleepwear. He SO owns bigger shirts than the ones he gave us. Stupid 19 year old boy. Penny and I deck-changed while Jules just stripped for bed. I'm glad I'd anticipated our sleep arrangements and worn boy short underwear under my costume. I put my phone down on the night stand and climbed into the middle of the queen sized bed. This was an intentional choice as I wanted to be between Penny and Jules for all of our sakes. Penny finished changing and told me to move over. I figured it would be more awkward to explain that no, I was staying in the middle, so moved to the far end of the bed. I was wrong. Jules climbed into bed and switched the light off. It had been a really long night and we were all exhausted. I don't even know what time it was and as the time changed at 2 AM or something like that no one really knew. We all laid there and chanted "Bed, bed, bed, bed, bed." as we tried to get comfortable. I eventually fell asleep but was woken up by the sound o something. I wasn't really conscious of anything at that point but my unconscious mind was apparently on top of things. Jules and Penny were making out roughly four centimeters to my left. According to Penny, I rolled over and went, "Guys!" and they pulled apart.

None of us got much sleep at all. Penny was hot so she got up every ten minutes. I was freezing. At one point my teeth were actually chattering. I had all of the blankets, too, I'd like to point out. Jules is a light sleeper so every time Penny or I said anything to each other he'd be awake and murmuring a response. Jules and I both snore and at one point we were both snoring while Penny laid between us wanting to die. Luckily, she knows that I only really snore when I screw my breathing up by sleep with my arm on my face so she just moved my arm so I shut up at least. Penny got up at one point and I decided that I was going to sleep next to Jules the radiator because I was sick of being cold. Penny came back and literally laid on top of me in the middle of the bed while I explained that I was freezing. She goes, "Do you want me to hold you?" I was too cold to turn her down so I rolled back over to my side of the bed and for not the first time in our friendship got to be the little spoon. I couldn't help but hope that this was the moment Jules decided to roll over and look at us. A little bit after that our alarms started going off. Well, the church across the street started ringing it's bells and I thought it was Penny's alarm. Then my phone went off where I'd left it on the nightstand next to Jules. Then Penny's phone actually went off. She got up to go the bathroom and actually start waking up. I rolled over and curled up next to Jules. According to her, she walked back in and almost took a picture of us because of how adorable we were. We were were matching matching yellow Liverpool jerseys and were sleeping curled up towards each other. She got me up and as soon as we were both of of bed Jules rolled over and spread out across the bed with a groan. He was laying facedown with a giant grin on his face he tried to get any rest.

Penny and I wandered around the house collecting our stuff, including out shoes and hats that had been left in Jay's room. The lights were still on and Cesar was still passed out. Penny had overheard a conversation earlier about a girl having slept in the garden and the duvet was still out there when we'd walked by. We finally were ready to go after Jules's phone rang. His mom was waking him up and watching him mutter into the phone 75% asleep is the single cutest thing I've ever seen. I don't know what it is with these boys when they're sleepy. George has never been more adorable than the morning we crept out and he laid there with his eyes mostly closed going "Hug me, hug me" as we said goodbye. Penny and I awkwardly hugged Jules where he laid and ventured into the early morning sun. It was a gorgeous morning, not too cold and bright out. We walked towards the bus stop that would bring us back to Richmond where we could catch the tube. We were across the street from the bus stop and just kind of strolling in awe of the night we'd just had. As we did this, the bus we needed drove straight past us. It was a really good moment for us. We both just stood there going, "... Fuck."

We sat at the bus stop for ten minutes waiting for the next bus. We must have looked like the ultimate walks of shame. Penny's coat covered her costume but she was holding her Cat in the Hat hat/ears. I was in my costume holding my hat with hair an absolute mess because I'd worn it curly the night before and then slept on it. We must've reeked of weed, alcohol, and boy. Penny reminded me of the whole "made out with Jules" thing and I had a minor heart attack. I was so mad and upset at her and Jules and especially at George but I was so tired that I couldn't even really be angry. I was, I knew that, but I was too tired and slightly hungover to really be feeling it. Out bus came and we continued to bemoan the events of the last evening until we got back to Richmond. We stopped to get McDonald's and it was incredibly unsatisfying. We were both such wrecks of emotion. Exhaustion, anger, frustration, sadness, and dread were all mashed up in my still slightly foggy from the amount I'd smoked the night before brain. We got on the Tube and halfway home, Penny shared her epiphany about the fact that they'd been IN HIS MOTHER'S BED. It's too perverse for words. We must have been amusing as hell to everyone else on this train however. We got home eventually (I will never doubt Jules's love again) and we both showered and I put my costume back on. I ditched the knee socks I'd been wearing the night before and Penny changed into her sailor costume. Redoing the intricate Mad Hatter eye makeup I'd been wearing was miserable knowing that it was so early in the morning. I grabbed my short black jacket and Penny ate some leftover Chinese food before we headed out into the grey London morning.

The weather was too mild for the end of October as we walked to Russell Square. We got to where we were meeting and there was a group of people in costumes that we were assuming were a part of Adam's thing but we didn't recognize anyone. Penny called Adam and when he didn't pick up she called Sean. Sean was waaaasted. He literally could barely talk. He's sitting on the phone with Penny going, "Adam! Adam! Talk for Sean!" Too fucking funny. They eventually got there and the group of thirty drunk people in costumes covered in fake blood was indeed the group we were going to Church with. Adam was dressed as a giant baby covered in fake blood. Sean was some sort of pumpkin faces phantom in what was going to be a boiling hot costume complete with mask. They introduced us to their roommate Michelle, dressed as an evil blood covered Alice in Wonderland. The group of us must have looked terrifying. There was Glenn dressed as clown, two Spanish guys in tiger onesis, a crazed surgeon, and a devil among a ton of other freaky costumes. Normally, going to where we were going wouldn't take that long but as it was a weekend the tubes had to be fucked up. We had to take two different tubes and a bus. We lost have the group and then found them again and we all ended up dominating the upper part of a double decker bus. It was genuinely hilarious. I wish I hadn't been so tired so we could have drank with all of them but I just couldn't do it. After various hilarious bus escapades, we got to the Church. This club is insane. Everyone was dressed up as we handed over our tickets and walked into this giant old theatre. There was a main stage covered in Australian flags. The bar was chaotic as people handed over drink vouchers and received multiple drinks at a time. You have to buy in bulk. It was too funny for words. The music was old rock favorites and things anyone could dance to, completely unpretentious. They had cameras that took pictures of people on the dance floor and threw them up onto a screen on the main stage with captions like "Cheer if you want to see my tits!". Some of the women who ended up on the screen laughed and turned away, A good number obliged, especially as the afternoon progressed.

Eventually, the entertainement portion of the day started. By "entertainment", by the way, I mean strippers. First, there was a girl stripper and the crowd turned to face the stage the men whistling and the women roaring with laughter. Sean couldn't even watch and turned away, embarrassed. It was too adorable for words. After her, came the male stripper. I genuinely don't think I've ever laughed that hard. It was hilarious being in this mixed, chilled our atmosphere and watching my first strip show on a Sunday afternoon. The show ended with a "boat race" which is essentially a drinking game that has a group of guys versus a group of girls seeing who can chug their beers the fastest. As this was Church, there was a twist. The girls got a 15 second head start if they flashed the crowd. There was three rounds and every group of girls decided they wanted the advantage. So funny. As the event came to a close, we all filed outside into the sunshine. I wish I'd been drunker so I didn't feel quite so ridiculous. Apperently, the big thing with Church is that afterwards everyone goes to Walkabout in Shepard's Bush. I have no idea what this is all about. As the tube systems was still a mess, this required finding a bus. Oh my fuck. this was ridiculous. We'd lost Glen at some point and Sean was on the phone with him trying to explain where we were. He hangs up and goes "He's not too drunk to find us with enough time but drunk enough to annoy the shit out of me." There was a group of Germans or something that asked if we were going to Walkabout and how to get there. Zaccy stepped forward and went, "Yeah, just go down that road take the first right and then the second left." They left and we all turned to him, "What? I just don't them coming with us." So fucking funny. We found our bus stop eventually and Zaccy sat down next to an old lady and became friends with her. He looked hilarious in his bee costume smoking a cigarette. Glen never found us.

That bus ride was the longest bus ride of my entire life. We were exhausted and the girls sitting in front of us were talking and repeating the same in joke over and over again. I realised that we must sound like that. I tried to sleep while mentally apologizing to anyone who's ever sat behing Penny and me after a night out. We drove past Gloucester Road and I swear if I'd had my house keys with me I would've gotten off the bus. The overwhelming emotion was hunger. We were all starving. One of the guys that was with us got off at High st. Kensington and said he was going home. We eventually arrived and Adam answered the latest of several phone calls from Simon. He was meeting us at Walkabout. Sean then got a call from Glen. He was already at Walkabout. The guy who was too drunk to find the bus station managed to beat us there. I still have no idea how that happened. Sean told him we'd meet him there. First, we stopped at this Australian pie shop and devoured pies. It was interesting being with all those Aussies and Kiwis when they were so far from home eating food that reminds them of it. When we'd finished we finally went to Walkabout. There was queue outside of it and as we got closer we saw something interesting. The guy who'd gotten off at High St. Ken was in line. We walked up and said, "This isn't home" and he shrugged at us. It's like there was a rip in the space time continuum. Someone who would've supported this theory was Simon, who we joined at the back of the queue. When he first saw Penny and me he looked at us despairingly, "Why are you people everywhere?!" We rolled our eyes at him and stood next to him in line. The reason he would support this theory would now become clear. He leaned down and said in my ear, "I'm on a lot, a lot of ketamine." Oh good. That's what Simon needs in his life, ketamine. As we moved up through the line Zaccy walked up to Simon and goes, "Hello, my favorite. Simon pouted and replied, "I'm not your favorite. You throw me aside like a used dish towel." The conversation progressed to Simon lecturing on the costumes people were wearing, "Some of the outfits these women have on, it's downright gratuitous!" Zaccy rolled his eyes, "Oh, grow up Simon." It took all of my self-control to not burst into laughter.

We eventually made if inside and Penny and I agreed that we weren't going to stay very long. The only thing that made me want to stick around besides Adam leaving was the goldmine that is a high Simon. When we got drinks he took a sip of his and says, "This is shit. I'm a bartender, you know. I know these things." I think my favorite moment may have been when we all went to go dance. Simon dancing by himself wearing his reflective aviators is literally the best thing I've ever seen. It made being there even when I was exhausted totally worth it.

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