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therealpontius · 1 year
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Just for tonight… pt2!
Plot: bam takes you out to relive your teen years
Warnings: public nudity, drug misuse, alcohol, mention of death
This ones more sad and short i guess i kinda vented through it 😭
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It was 1:50 now and you started changing into thicker clothes to shield yourself from the cold. Bam had sneaked out to get his skateboard, he would be back in ten minutes. God you felt alive again, like a child sneaking out for the first time. A loud wolf whistle sounded from outside your window and bam stood with a backpack and his skateboard in hand. You grabbed your camera and your skateboard you barley knew how to ride in your bag and climbed onto the roof that sat below your window.
"Hey bambam" you greeted him, hopping off the roof "hey y/n y/n, i know where to go follow me" you pulled out your board and followed behind him, you could ride, just not do tricks "supprised you can still ride" he shouted behind him, no doubt waking up a few neighbours "same to be honest" a laugh escaping your lips.
"DICO" bam shouts, next minute dico stands out of the shadows waving "hey shit heads whats going on?" The blunt balanced in his mouth and the lamp post that shon brightly was the only things lighting him up " what are you doing?" Bam asked, you stopped your board next to him, using his shoulders to get you off it "just hanging out with frantz in the skate park, we have weed"a devious smile spread on his face, that wasn't unusual though "cmon y/n" bam took your hand and led you over the small hill in the darkness to a small skate park where you could see frantz lying back on a bench, a cloud of smoke drifting away from him "frantzy we have visitors" fratzs head turned fast at the mention of his name "oh hey guys!"
The atmosphere was AWKWARD, bam skated around while you sat inbetween frantz and dico who were cracking jokes to eachother and reminiscing on childhood 'dramas' that werent so dramatic anymore "oh god i wish i had past me's struggles" frantz laughed passing the almost finished blunt to dico "speaking of past dramas and struggles... y/n! Hows that nose doing?" Wow dicos using your name for once "dented, look" dico and frantz both squint at your nose "still small but you can see the stiches, neat" frantz speaks softly "yeah it was a bugger to deal with" the silence was undoubtably awkward again "im sorry for calling you fattie i thought you found it funny" "ofcourse i didnt you idiot" you both laugh awkwardly "so y/n, where did you go?" "Delaware" they both tilt their heads in confusion "yeah ive got my own apartment and i play the electric guitar in the local pub" "when are you going back?" You paused a little after frantz question, god you didnt want it to be true "tomorrow..." "yikes..."
Bam returned, out of breath and smiley "cmon y/n follow me" you followed him and waved goodbye to frantz and dico. He led you to a flat ground and took his backpack off. 3am it was, Cold but the sky was slowly getting lighter and the air was crisp "finally old enough" bam says pulling his backpack off his shoulders, sitting down after it. You sat too, confusion on your face visible "drink! Here i know ciders your favourite" bam passed you four big bottles of cider before pulling his own drink out "bam thats too much! How much?" He flings his hand your direction "forget about it, i owe you it anyways" you open your first cider and put it to your mouth, the bitter yet sweet alcohol swimming down your throat "i guess so. So what have i missed with you bam, whats been going on?" He stared at the sky with a unreadable expression "im miserable, utterly miserable" bam flumps down onto his back, you following after him "you know i got a ton of money, chicks are coming for me left and right yet im still not happy. Is there something wrong with me?" You giggle slightly at his dramatic tone "no bambam nothings wrong with you. Close your eyes and think of what you REALLY want, then tell me." "I cant do that its embarrassing" "bam we might never see eachother again, try it" he goes silent for a minute giving you time to gulp your cider
"Fuck fine okay" you lay back down next to him and he closes his eyes "i uh... um... i kinda want... you?" A army of guilt stabs your heart, god why didnt you just wait at west chester "im sorry bam... you got me for tonight" "just for tonight?" "Just for tonight..." suddenly he pounces on you, kissing you like he was starving. Without words you both take off your jeans and shirts KNOWING what was about to happen  "are you okay with this bam? I mean like public" you where down for doing it anywhere but bam was more private, he didnt like anything out of his comfort zone "its going to be okay, im going to do things how you wanted them" he moves his body so that he was kneeling between your legs handing you a bottle of cider, getting his own too "cheers" with that you both downed as much as you could, putting the bottles down carelessly and continuing the kiss, the strong taste of cider from both your tongues making the experience so much better.
*CRUNCH*
Both of you froze as you head leafs and branches shuffle arounf, the sound was far enough but it soon became closer "quick! oh shit" bam whispered frantically, shoving his clothes on, you started too aswell "WHOS THERE?" You hear from behind you, a deep manly voice followed by a flash light that shon on the both of you. Bam had packed the drink back into his bag and got his skateboard ready, you had everything on but your shirt, failing to find it "FUCK" you screamed, picking your board up and the shirt that conveniently hid under it.
You both ran for your lifes, giggling like the kids you once where "BAM MY SHIRT!" He turned round and his face dropped "oh my FUCKING GOD" you both continued to laugh, running through the streets that where dimly lit by the years old street lamps and the moon that went down slowly untill you met a black alleyway "how the fuck did that happen" he says breathlessly "i couldnt find it!" You shoved it back on and stopped for a breath too, god that was fun.
You spent the next two hours drinking the rest of your ciders and taking photos of bam trying to skate untill the sun came back up. The fact that pedestrians started walking by made you realise that it was time to go, tome to say goodbye to westchester, to bam “bambam…” “yea babe?” God hes got far too comfortable “i need to go home now”
His eyes got watery and he faced away to hide from you “ill take you, lets go”
The skate home was sad, no words where spoke and bam done none of those unnecessary flips that are only just to show off. You got to your bedroom window and he just stood. He wasnt the man you met two days ago, he was the boy you knew six years ago again. The same expression on his face when you would be upset with him or when he had a bad day and came for you for hugs and a cheering up. The morning breeze blew your hair gently, it all seemed too perfect, perfect weather, perfect breeze perfect couple or so someone passing would think. “I need to go bambam” he just shrugged his shoulders and kept his head facing down “enjoy delaware” “i will…” with that you climbed back to your window, no goodbye.
Your parents woke you up at 2pm and you said your goodbyes, you knew once you left it was never going to be the same. Next time you see your dad it would probably be at your moms funeral and the same with everyone else is this ‘perfect’ town.
The car journey home was grim, no music, no dancing, no goodbye.
1am. you sat in your bed, you werent exactly sad but you felt empty like westchester was the reason for that huge hole in your hard that was never filled.
*tink*
*tink, tink*
You opened your blinds to your window hoping that the magpies werent banging there beaks off it again
“Hey sunshine! Wanna let me in its fucking freezing out here?” “BAM!”
@randomqueero :)
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blueikeproductions · 1 year
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A battered and tired Dan and JD stand in front of Dan’s house after the boiler room incident, JD carrying a duffle bag with his stuff.
Dan: You ready?
JD: -looks nervous but takes a deep breath- Y-yeah.
Dan: -unlocks the door and they walk in- Ma? I’m home!
Dan’s mom upstairs, Liam can be heard making baby noises: Daniel? You’re home already? What about the pep rally?
Dan: Um. -rubs his bandaged arm and JD just looks mortified and embarrassed- Let’s just say it got too intense and leave it at that. Can you come down for a minute? Uh, Jason’s here too!
JD: Uh greetings and salutations, Mizz Danny-boy’s ma!
Dan’s mom still upstairs, but they hear excited thumping as she runs down stairs: THE infamous JASON? I finally get to meet this dark horse of a pal of your-
Dan’s mom, a portly almost middle aged gal with a tattooed arm, her messy grey-brown hair tied up in a haphazard bun, cocooned in a AC/DC bandana stops in front of the boys, stunned upon seeing JD- Oh my god, Jocelyn…?! -she grabs JD’s face and gives him a look over-
JD: -muffled- Ack, that was my mom’s name…!
Dan’s mom: -tearing up- You’re the spitting image… Oh my god…!
JD: -thinks back to his angry dad, still muffled- So I’ve heard…
Dan: Wait, you… you KNEW Jason’s mom?
Dan’s mom: Of course I did, Daniel! You never told me your bestie was MY old bestie’s boy! -releases JD- Oh Jocelyn and I were inseparable in middle school and high school, she was a delicate, sweet thing but … well she had her demons like we all do, but we completed each other like PB&J! And then she met that rotten banana Bud Dean Senior Year. Ugh, what an asshole.
Dan and JD look at each other awkwardly.
Dan’s mom: I dunno what she saw in that grease ball, but after graduation I never heard from her again. Bud inherited his father’s construction business and took Jocelyn away to Ridgemont, California. Anyhoo, look at me ramble, how IS your mom, Jason?
JD: She’s … uh dead. Died when I was eight.
Dan’s mom: …What…? Oh no. Honey I’m so sorry. -sighs- Dammit Jocelyn I knew this would happen, you poor angel. I guess that means you’ve been stuck with Dud Bud during your formative years…
JD: Not anymore. Big Bud landed with a big thud earlier today. …So I heard.
Dan’s mom can’t help but get a perverse glee out of this, but tries and fails to keep it contained: Hohoho, so THAT’S what all that hullabaloo on the news was about earlier. I was busy with Liam and wasn’t paying attention. -clears throat- Still, I’m -dark snickers- so sorry for your loss, Jason. -snrks, but clears throat again-
JD: Yeah no, no need to be …polite, I get it. Dad was a shit slurping bastard. Er pardon my French…! But uh that’s kinda what Danny-boy and me wanted to talk about… -gently sets his duffle bag down, Fangry’s beast mode head pokes out of the bag slightly. -
Dan: Yeah, JD and his Pop were squatting in the apartment complex down town, but since Pop … popped, the landlord kicked JD out and his dad’s stuff was repo’d.
JD: Yeah I’m pretty much wearing all that I own at the moment, and with all the rough patches and moving around growing up I don’t really have a place t’go… -shuffles his feet awkwardly, blushing, looks embarrassed but hopeful- I … I was hoping I could stay here for a while? At least until I get my shit together… Danny-boy offered and…
Dan’s mom gives the suddenly sheepish Dan a look: Oh he did, did he? -smiles and hugs them both tightly- Of course you can stay! It’ll be a little cramped, you’ll have to room with Daniel and Liam since that’s the only other available room. And before you ask, forget the couch: we’re in the middle of trying to get a new one, y’see, but Roland refuses to throw that dreadful moth ridden monstrosity out. -points to the living couch which cartoonishly coughs and collapses to one side, a spring pops out of it for effect-
JD: -looking at the couch- Yikes… -shakes head- I mean, NICE! T-thank you. -looks more relaxed and happy-
Dan’s mom: -smiles still hugging them both- It’ll be nice to catch up with Jocelyn too, indirectly… but I’m sure you have stories. -pauses, sniffs them both, releases the hug and recoils slightly- Yeesh, I dunno what went on at that pep rally, but you two reek of sweat and wood smoke.
Dan: Aw Ma we can’t be THAT ba- -sniffs his arm- Holy cats, is this what was meant by smelling gangsta?
Dan’s mom: -pushes them towards the stairs- You boys go upstairs and wash up, and neither of you come back down until you smell better! I’ll get supper in the meantime and tell Roland what’s happening. You boys in the mood for KFC?
Dan: Sure…? JD: It’s finger licking good…?
Dan’s mom: I think you’ll fit in just fine here, Jason. -gets her keys and heads out the door-
JD: Fit in, she says. Me? -smiles- Who’d a’thunk it.
Dan: Better late than never, right? Welcome home, bro. -one arm hugs him and they go upstairs-
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denialanderror · 3 years
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So this blog is pretty much dead...
I’ve just fallen out of this side of tumblr it seems but still like scrolling through tumblr and curating my dashboard. So if anyone cares, my new tumblr is @hummuswoman
It’s not a marvel blog, its not a fic blog, its just me being a twat so if anyone still cares, that’s where you’ll find me!
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space-city-traffic · 3 years
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yet again im back on my bullshit so... (gazes with mixed feelings at the TV show Firefly) i could fix him.
my extremely long thoughts about my Own Personal Good Version of Firefly (with plenty of spoilers for the show and the movie) under the cut:
things that are getting axed first thing no question:
out with the whole “let’s add in a thin veneer of Chinese cultural aesthetics out of context for ~flavor~” deal. just no.
instead, let’s hire some actors from a bunch of different cultures and work with them to figure out how their characters would bring those cultures into space with them!! and also hopefully bring some experiences with immigration/alienation/travel into it, since the Whole Core of Firefly is about how humanity always brings our doomed and silly and stubborn and unique warmth with us even into the cold void where nothing is familiar or homey in the slightest.
let’s respect our sex worker character shall we?
i do appreciate that Inara’s work as a companion is described as legitimate and well respected in the show. however please stop having your captain and hero call her a wh*re every five seconds against her clearly expressed wishes and portraying this as just a totally acceptable thing
let’s be more respectful of our characters of color and also have some more diversity, shall we?
others have put it better than me but yeah, the way Zoe and Book are treated is very uncomfy, and the rest of the show is depressingly monochromatic. come on let’s do better.
stop the weird confederacy hat tips
again others have pointed these out with much more thoroughness than I could, but the names of some characters and locations, as well as some of the language used to describe the browncoats, has uncomfortably confederate vibes. instead i propose we very Clearly tip our hats to the Alliance equaling space capitalism instead! you can’t go wrong with space capitalism as a villain.
don’t! make! the! psychotic! character! violent!
listen i love River Tam with my whole heart. but you should absolutely not portray your only character with psychosis as violent because of that psychosis!!!!!!! and yeah, a huge part of her character is that her brain got fucked up by the alliance and so she hallucinates and is also a super ninja. but like. she doesn’t need to be a super ninja for her character to work, okay? the crew does not need to be scared of her for her character to work, okay??? more on this later bc it would take a lot of care and nuance to make her character work but i really think it can be done
things we are absolutely keeping:
found family tropes my fucking beloved
this should be self evident. this is why the show is as appealing as it is despite its flaws, at least in my eyes.
malcolm reynolds, the knight in dusty armor
there’s something so appealing to me about what Mal stands for. because at his core is this ridiculous, silly, stubborn, doomed devotion to what he thinks is important and right, a romantic idealism thinly covered by cynical cowboy platitudes that he thinks make his bleeding heart totally invisible. and he is so obvious and entirely incorrect. bless. this is a man who will do anything for his family, who charges into swordfights to defend his friend from a man who wants to turn her into an object despite having no clue how to hold a sword. at his worst, he starts brawls in bars just for the martyr’s thrill of being persecuted for supporting the right; at his best, he inspires downright religious belief from his crew because he represents a romantic and chivalrous and doomed dedication to the right thing over any practical concerns. and then he throws a “selfish” quip over it with 100% confidence that everyone fell for his clever distraction and believes him to be a dirtbag. he’s oblivious and ridiculous and god he makes me want to be a better person because he’s just so goddamned sincere. stupid, but sincere. 10/10 himbo. <3
Mal and Inara ultraslowburn friends to enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to friends to lovers to friends to...
there’s nothing i love more than a ship that’s just two people who know each other way too well, and they’re each the only one who knows the other well enough to call them out on their bullshit. the way Mal and Inara interact in the show sometimes makes me uncomfy but like. the core of their relationship has to stay.
space western aesthetic
i need the cows on a spaceship scene to stay like i need air okay
that sweet sweet religious shit
mal, who lost his faith in gd and a whole lot else during the war. who lost his faith in himself, and now feels he has to hide the part of him that still wants to be good, because he knows he can’t be anymore, and he feels like it’s embarrassing for a guy like him to want something so unattainable. who takes a preacher on board, and the preacher has lost something, too. the preacher has his own past, and his own questions. but not questions like the observant neurodivergent girl, the one who wants to interact with and understand this thing that’s so important to him, but it just doesn’t click with how her brain works and she feels like something needs to be fixed, either the Bible or herself. and Mal takes care of them all, and slowly, he begins to find gd again, not in a prayer but in humanity. humanity doesn’t need to be fixed, like the alliance thinks. the shining imperfect strawberry sweetness of it in his family’s smiles is something to be worshiped and served and devoted to. and he finds he has something to believe in again. (and his crew find that he’s given them someone to believe in, too. and maybe suddenly he’s a saint.)
and finally, my brilliant ideas as to what i would like to add:
TRANS WOMAN KAYLEE RIGHTS
listen her femininity is so important to me okay? it’s so thrilled about everything that’s pretty, from dresses to the spaceship’s electric innards, and it’s so non-traditional and grease stained until it’s not and it’s pink and ruffly and twirly, and she never sees any of it as a contradiction, because none of it contradicts, it’s all just her! her gender is warmth and love and prettiness, feeling pretty and appreciating the pretty and making her friends’ days pretty too.
i want us to find out she’s trans in that episode with the ball, and i want us to find out alongside Mal who just never asked or never realized. Kaylee gasps and squeals at the dress in the shop window and Mal makes an off handed, ill considered comment, and then... someone yanks him aside and hisses a few very significant words in his ear. and suddenly he remembers what the blue white and pink she painted all over the engine room means, and he knows he has something to make right. so he buys her that dress himself and lets her know just how pretty she looks, and when he walks into that ball with her displayed on his arm like something precious, he looks the proudest out of any man there. and she notices. for a few seconds, of course, until there’s chocolate, and ‘nara, and a chandelier—and some horrible girls, but she’s used to that, until—suddenly, she finds her people. a group of old men who light up when she jokes about compression coils and whack presumptuous boys who ask her to dance. they adopt her as a treasured granddaughter, and Mal is beaming at her like a proud dad, and she finds that one of her new elderly friends gazes a little too long at her bracelet, and so she gives it to xem and teaches xem a few new words, and... it’s a good day, huh? it’s a really good day. (of course, then the captain has to go and punch somebody in the face, but it was a real nice party up until then.)
also she and Simon are both transhet t4t im correct and you know it
time for a better River Tam
the first thing we’ve established is that this version of her is not unpredictably violent and the crew is not scared of her!!!! it makes no sense to take a kid who’s primarily brilliant, experiment on her brain, give her telepathic powers....... and tack on the fact that she also has super strength and speed and dexterity and what not, AND say that they programmed her to be super violent. no! no. not only is that extremely harmful rep, that’s also just stupid.
instead!! my version of River is in fact not terrifying to the crew, but is actually the one they feel safest around. River has always been totally blunt, she was one of those kids you could tell realllllly early was autistic, and she doesn’t like being disengenous at all. so you can always trust her to tell the truth and not play weird passive aggressive games or have any hidden agenda, which makes her just a really chill person to be around. also, one of her longtime special interests is music and dance, so whether or not she’s nonverbal on a given day, there will always be some sort of beautiful sound when she’s around. she does have the singing voice of a dying crow unfortunately but that’s ok bc Simon’s is even worse and they’re both incredibly competitive so you’ll at least get free entertainment out of the affair.
my version of River does have psychosis and hallucinations because of the trauma of the experiments, and they are really troubling to her. she and Simon work together to find ways to cope and meds that help, and it’s a process, but there are some things that help.
the only thing she gained from the academy was the ability to hear people’s thoughts and sense the future a little bit. and yeah, that led to her picking up a few spooky secrets at the beginning, which, yikes. and for a while, it was hard to figure out which voices were real and which were hallucinations. but around her friends, she always feels safe to ask “did you just think about triple cheese burritos or was that just a me thing?”, and they’ll always tell her the truth no matter how embarrassing their thoughts are, bc it’s important to all of them to respect her and help her sort accurately through what’s reality and what’s not. and bit by bit, she gets better and better at figuring out what kinds of things tend to be telepathy and what kinds of things tend to be psychosis, and that each one feels a little different. and because of the trust and respect and support of her found family she’s able to do that in a safe environment!!!
trans man Simon rights
listen i wanted to keep him as just a side note on Kaylee’s list but he is my son and he’s important to my heart so here goes
out on the outer rim where Kaylee’s from, gender ain’t much of a big deal, there’s an individualistic quality to life out there, and so if the trail you blaze is the trail of a woman or a man or neither or both, that’s respected even in the rare cases where it’s not outright encouraged. but in the inner planets, where competition and connections and public faces and family names are everything, you have to be what’s expected of you to survive. you can’t change your brand, you can’t be anything other than what your family planned for you since before you were born, it’s incredibly hard to survive in such a hyper competitive environment, and so your very identity becomes just a tool in how to market yourself for better success.
needless to say Simon (just as autistic as his little sister and also very trans) fuckin hated it there. but he was very good at it. correction: he was very good at his very specific field of STEM, good enough to where people stopped talking about how cute he looked in bows and started talking about how impressive his work was from a very young age. and his work had no gender. he could be whatever he wanted to in equations. so that was where he could express himself, and gd, he got so much praise for it, he never wanted to stop.
not until he discovered that his sister needed him, and ran away, and needed a disguise, and realized... suddenly, every stifling rule and prying eye was a million miles away. he was freefloating, freefalling, with none of the charted paths he’d been following all his life... so you know what? fuck it. he’s always enjoyed the name Simon. and since it’s not on any legal records, it’ll make him just that much more untraceable.
and on Serenity, starting over with new people who never knew him before his transition feels like an unbelievable blessing that just dropped right into his lap. he has to keep up the secrecy, he has to make sure they never find out who he used to be, because gd, it’s so nice when they look at him and say his name right, and he doesn’t know if he can handle losing that, not when it’s so new and so important to the person he’s finally becoming. but then one day, the unthinkable happens, the wanted posters for his arrest have an old name on them, they’re looking for the Tam sisters, and... nothing changes. the crew of Serenity could not give even a tenth of a percent of a fuck, and it doesn’t seem like they even know they’re supposed to. huh. that’s new. Simon could get used to that, he thinks.
i’m sure there’s more i could add, but it’s 4:30 in the morning now, so if more occurs to me, ill simply add it in a reblog tomorrow. if you’ve read down this far, i am in love with you. please let me know your Better Firefly ideas, too, bc im always down to yell about this show!!!
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astaroth1357 · 3 years
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Lucifer!! Who Shrank Me?!?
IT’S DONE!!! Finally! Man this was like pulling teeth! And guys, I’m almost out of titles (which means the series is drawing to a close). I think I have ONE more left in me, but it’ll be a doozy so don’t expect it too soon.
This is part of a multi-part series, (here’s the Masterlist) placed after “Lucifer?? Who Shrank You??”
(Okay.. How do I shrink the Lord of Hell, his butler, two angels, and an all-powerful sorcerer in one fell swoop…? uhhhh… Oh! Okay! Here we go!!)
Intro: 
It was all going according to plan. Satan finally got a handle on that size-changing book from before and he was ready to get Lucifer with it right in front of Diavolo. He more than anyone else was pissed that the eldest demon managed to stay hidden from his Lord during the shrinking fiasco that struck the brothers last time, but now there’d be no escape for him! He left the book at the bottom of a stack at Diavolo’s seat right before a big meeting between the demons and the exchange students... Knowing Lucifer, he’d pick up the stack to move it out of the way then BOOM- tiny!Lucifer right in front of Diavolo! It was perfect!...
... Okay, maybe there were some unforeseen holes in the plan. Like maybe the Demon Lord came in talking to one of the exchange students or his butler instead of Lucifer like he expected… And someone other than Lucifer decided to pick up the stack and now they’re three inches tall… Yikes… 😬
Who was it?
Diavolo
Look, he may be royalty but it's not like he’s frail or anything! He saw the books on his table and just picked them up in order to move them out of the way. The next thing you know, the all powerful ruler of the Devildom is the size of an index finger…
Nearly gave Barbatos a heart attack when the Young Lord suddenly disappeared from sight. If you think that Lucifer would be pissed, try Barbs on for size... Satan will be paying for this little prank ten-fold.
Diavolo is in oddly good spirits about it though. Like, between Lucifer and Barbs it’s not like he’s going to be in any danger so why not enjoy it?? He even got to order Lucifer to let him sit on his head during the meeting! (to the eldest’s chagrin…) 
And just like that, Lucifer became even more of a babysitter than he already was.... 🙄
Tiny!Diavolo still somehow manages to carry himself pretty well despite the new size, though it might be helped by the fact that Lucifer glares daggers at literally anyone who even smiles at him while he’s like this…
The Little D’s were thrown for a loop when the Lord came back even smaller than they were! He and the whole lot of them pretty much form a tiny gang of troublemakers and start messing around the Castle when Barbs is distracted…
Lucifer came by one night to find tiny!Diavolo Tarzan swinging from one of the chandeliers… He later had to pull out an extra large bottle of Demonus to get through that one. Tiny!Diavolo is not good for Luci’s health...
Barbatos
What sort of butler would he be if he didn’t move those books for his young Lord? It wasn’t his fault that Satan hadn't thought things through!
Speaking of Satan, he’s not exactly pleased with his new size (how in the world is he supposed to get anything done like this??) so he and Lucifer agree it’s within the young Lord’s best interest to have a replacement butler… (sorry Satan… 😥)
And he’s with the hot-headed blondie every step of the way. Literally sitting on his shoulder and commanding him to do this and that on threat of… honestly who knows what because Satan refuses to repeat it… 😰
To everyone who’s not named Satan, though, Barbatos is still very much Barbatos. He may be relying a little more on the Little D’s and his new slave Satan to get things done but the Castle still looks as good as ever.
Having tea with tiny!Barbatos is both oddly peaceful and really unnerving... He still orders Satan around to do all the pouring and serving with the presence of a drill sergeant, but his tiny-self is surprisingly relaxed when speaking to guests. It's probably because he can’t do very much personally… It’s like he’s actually getting a break, forced or not. 🤷‍♀️
His only big irritation is that he can’t cook while he’s this size and, let’s face it, Satan is no Barbatos in the kitchen. He may be no slouch, but it’s like comparing a state champion to an Olympic gold medalist…
Any time Satan has to prepare meals for Diavolo, it’s like he has a mini-Gordon Ramsey shouting in his ear and it’s VERY stressful…! There's just no mercy for the poor guy… 😞
Simeon
He was just trying to be polite and move those books for Diavolo while they were chatting… Why in the world is he so small now??
Luke turned into a blubbering mess upon seeing him because of course, of course, OF COURSE demons would be behind doing such a terrible thing to his brother/father/mentor/guardian man!! How dare they!!! 😡
Simeon… is kind of chill though. Sure he’s shocked and not very happy about it but there’s always a bright side to every bad situation!
He gets to be carried by Luke or the MC around RAD now. It’s just like what he used to do for tiny!MC but in reverse which is certainly refreshing. And Luke is just too adorable when he tries to “protect” his fellow angel from demons, cats, and everything in between. It’s very sweet. 🤭
Since one of Lucifer’s brothers shrunk him, he was able to subtly convince Diavolo to leave the angel’s protection outside of school up to Lucifer himself (which means he can’t keep ignoring him anymore!)
It took some time for him to wear the demon down, but truth be told, seeing tiny!Simeon and Lucifer palling around is sort of adorable… Any time Lucifer thinks they’re alone it’s almost like there was never any war to start with. They’ll just shoot the shit about old stories or embarrassing stuff Michael’s been up to... Dream come true for Simeon!
Of course, it all goes right back to normal the second that Lucifer notices that there’s someone else around. Unfortunately, the man’s damn pride won’t let him admit that he may actually miss his old friends… But a few hours of having the old Luci back is more than enough for Simeon (at least for now).
If he’s not with Lucifer, then he’s with the MC literally playing the part of their “shoulder angel.” No sinning when the angel’s watching, MC, because otherwise he’ll be very disappointed in you... 🤨
Luke
He’d never be caught dead helping a demon! Royalty or otherwise!!
...he just moved those books so Simeon or MC didn’t have to while the group was chatting… Yeah. Totally.
Which is how the Devildom was graced with an itty-bitty Luke… like, ittier-bittier that all of the other tiny!residents by at least an inch!
Between Simeon freaking out and poor Luke crying in confusion about the whole thing it was really just a mess at first… 😥
Luke doesn't like being tiny at all! He was already the shortest person there and now he feels so small and unsafe... He's terrified some demon will come by and just gobble him up! 😣
MC has to keep an extra close eye on tiny!Luke because the brothers WILL try to mess with him if they get the chance. The only exception is Beel, but even he will extort the little angel for cake if Luke gets too snippy with him...
Luke needs the most help compared to all the others (duh). Boy is like the anti-Satan, he can't problem-solve for shit… If they leave Luke on a table and he'll be completely stuck there. He’s too scared to try and do anything too daring on his own so please keep an eye on this itsy-bitsy bean… 
His little cakes are adorable though! Like, it was really hard for him to make them when he was big, but at his current size (and a little help with Simeon and MC) he can make just the cutest micro-cupcakes! (Don’t tell Beel though, or he’ll order a trillion… 😰)
Solomon
Recognized the size changing book at the bottom in an instant (it’s his book, after all) but picked the stack up anyway.
If you thought that Mammon being small was bad enough, now there’s a tiny!Solomon running around… Devil help us… 😣
Is he using his tiny size to get up to all sorts of shady shit? Probably. It’s really hard to tell because he’s damn good at staying hidden... (You think this is his first time getting shrunk? Oh please honey, he’s a veteran.)
Oooor, he may be using a “Oh, MC! Look at what the brothers have done this time! Woe is me...” ploy to get the MC’s undivided attention for a while…(Who the hell knows?)
He doesn’t NEED help really because he can magically levitate and shrink everything that he wants down to size, but no. He helped the MC through their shrinking adventures, (“Help” is, admittedly, a strong word for “taking advantage of a situation he technically caused” but you know) so it was time for them to return the favor!
The MC finds some benefits to having a pocket sorcerer though. Hanging out with little Solomon is like having a Swiss Army knife to life! The guy has a spell or a convenient connection to tackle right about anything that comes their way!
These “favors” don’t come free though… He fully expects repayment each time and he’s not Mammon, Grimm ain’t going to cut it. His requests are a lot more… uh…
Well, the MC has now learned how to recreate a number of Solomon’s signature dishes which include such enduring classics as: jellied tuna, cheesecakes made with actual nacho cheese, and something they’ve dubbed “Literal Death” which is just tamales stuffed with paste made from ground Ghost Peppers… Hope it all was worth it...
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some friends to lovers hcs for sakusa pls? i've been thirsting over him for a while and seeing him in the recent manga chapters plus season 4 is just--
same fam, same. its been a whole mess over here. yikes this got long
— you are 210% that neighbor who his parents rely on to acclimate their son into being a somewhat decent member of society. is it a hardy task for someone at the age of six? yeah. was sakusa an absolute shit at that age too? of course. but he stopped that one kid from pulling your hair in class that day so he’s basically your unofficial hero. even if it was only because apparently you had ‘cooties’.
— naturally you continued to have this unknown disease for most of your life. but apparently so did everyone else in Japan. except when you got older it simply became known as- physical contact.
— “kiyoomi, why don’t you play outside with your friend?”
—“ they’re dirty.”
— sticks and stone may break your bones but the mud streaked across your face and hands would most certainly kill sakusa. or at least that’s what you thought at the age of seven when you went grab him off his front porch anyway. he sort of whined and pushed you for it, causing you to fall back on your rear, much to his parents obvious disdain. or as so you gathered as you smirked over their shoulder as they carried you inside, earning an extra few years of sakusa’s ire.
— “yoomi, lets play tag.”
— “it’s kiyoomi. and no, play by yourself.”
— “sakusa-san, yoomi doesn’t want to-“
— “run”
— the two of you were ‘reluctant’ friends until the age of eight. more or less, sakusa was required to spend at least half an hour outside with you a daily. half way through that the tenture you had mercy on him and introduced him to video games within the safety of his own home. sakusa has zero interest in crash bandicoot, but he likes you a little more for your concede.
— but his parents knew what they were doing when they put their son’s social reputation into your hands. for a while you were his only friend but occasionally you were able to integrate him into society. through little things like sitting down your lunch next to his and offering to be his partner in project.
— “i don’t need your help with this.”
— “maybe, but i need yours, so pretty please.”
— sakusa was a young genius and it would benefit you to take advantage of that feature. call it payment for all your years of servitude.
— the only time you found yourself not needing to be a crutch in his life was when he was playing volleyball. it was an option during recess to give the students an opportunity to scout out interests in athletic ventures. the sport was almost too perfect for sakusa- as an indoor requirement with almost no physical contact. it was his niche. a part of society that catered to his needs in a way that didn’t require your intervention.
— naturally, others began taking notice of his talents. other students were more likely to invite him for games during breaks- most knowing to keep their distance and touch to a limit. his own enjoyment of the sport slowly geared him towards pseudo-friendships that allowed him to play more and garner his skill set.
— “im going to try out for the volleyball club.”
— of course you knew this much. it was what he was so obviously looking forward to the most in junior high. it was just his decision to share his own thought with you the struck home.
— “yeah? i guess i should get some cheers ready for you games, eh?”
— he flinches away from your enthusiasm, his face portraying a mistake in letting you know so soon. but not once did he ever deter you from coming. in fact, you continued to be made aware of each an every upcoming match regardless of importance.
— “we have a practice match against haizen today.”
— wasn’t the most significant but he invited you so you’d be there. probably more vocal than you needed to be but he could mark your attendance and that’s all that mattered.
— a small part of you was worried that volleyball would take your place. it obviously had more suitable attributes than you. but it almost became a staple in your evolving relationship.
— in fact the first game you missed inflicted the first real argument you could remember having with sakusa. it surprised even his parents when you met him the next day to walk to class. you were use to a quiet shoulder but not a cold shoulder.
— “is something wrong?”
— it continued for most of the trip until you couldn’t take it anymore and reached for his arm. instead of shaking you off, he turns on you, gaze lit a flame with an emotion you didn’t recognize.
— “i had a game and you didn’t show up.”
— thinking back you did recall most of the students congregating towards the gym after class. it vaguely registered but you’d seen less of sakusa that day and more of pressing from your teacher to get your grades in order.
— “i had to stay back with my instructor. i needed help with my studies.”
— it was a little embarrassing- not something you wanted to admit. especially to someone like sakusa who obviously excelled where you fell short.
— “you’re an idiot. you come to me for that. ill help you after my games.”
— perphas it was in that moment that you should have realized that sakusa was more cognitive of his reliance than you were.
— what he does realize it how much he’s going to have to help you if he intended for you to join him at itachiyama. the school had shown interest in him earlier than year and it was mutual. but it’s prestige called for academics when sports weren’t your strong suit.
— matches weren’t the only appointments sakusa held you to. nearly everyday after class, whether your place or his, he made himself present while you studied. he wasn’t an overbearing tutor but he called you out in your faults and made you aware of mistakes before they became a habit. he wasn’t going to make you a super genius but you would become a student worthy of acceptance.
— the two of you were building something that only your parents noticed at first while watching from the doorway. itachiyama would be a dynamic chapter for both of you.
— the title of that chapter is: volleyball. because wow does that become an even bigger part of your life. itachiyama was already a powerhouse before sakusa but now he’s a cog in the wheel and an important one at that. quickly climbing ranks and becoming an imperative part of the team. if only he was more receptive to his newly popular status.
— he was still the same old germaphobe- avoiding crowds and wanting to get home as soon as possible to shower in his own tub instead of the school issued ones.
— his personality sort of highlighted your presence more than you expected. but given sakusa’s overall avoidance of unnecessary interactions, it shouldn’t have been much of a surprise.
— “he can be a bit much, but please take care of him.”
— above your bowed head, his older teammate coo and awe at sakusa’s cute little friend. this of course leads to more teasing for him but it’s all part of being part of a team- a larger whole. something you were willing to give up a bit of sakusa for.
— “are you two dating or something?”
— oh but that. you get a lot of that. not just by his teammates either. everyone seems to notice how sakusa tolerates you more than anyone else. though part of you wants to point out to his fan base that they would get a lot further if they just gave him his space. -yet here you were huddled up close in the library while he looked over your school work, so what could you say to that?
— “are you paying attention?”
— “hey, i got most of these right. give me a break.”
— not thinking about it, you go to ruffle his hair as a retort. an action sure to give you his ire- but it doesn’t? in fact his gaze doesn’t even lift from his book. and is he leaning closer? weird.
— sakusa is making rapid progress not only within tokyo but on a national level. it’s one of his teammates that points out his accomplishments to you one day while you’re waiting for sakusa to emerge from the locker rooms.
— “your boyfriend is really something else. already the ace of the team and he’s climbing the stats nationally too. you must be proud.”
— you are proud. very impressed, in fact. but sakusa is not your boyfriend. an important note that you most certainly do not get to point out because now sakusa is here and is corralling you towards the exit from his pressure of his chest against your back.
— he’s much more hands on now. less in tolerating your touch and more so initiating his own. it’s a late realization but most of your attention is stuck on that same teammate who is waving mischievously from the door.
— but oh man. it’s becoming a lot more obvious to you now when sakusa offers to hold you books while you change your shoes, and holding on to them even as you travel to class. he sits a little bit closer to you during study hall now, the erratic hitter of your knee brushing against his with every jerk up.
— “...are you okay, ‘yoomi?”
— he doesn’t complain about the name. not even a pinch of his brow, just confusion as he peers down at you.
— “im fine.”
— huh
— it’s all fun and games until his fingers catch yours one day while you walk side by side. it seemed like a fluke, just an accidental swing and bump. but then they’re latching and now you’re connected?
— “yoomi?”
— “it’s cold”
— yeah. okay, fair enough.
— periodic becomes occasional and now it’s a habit.
— and of course everyone takes notice. because sure sakusa tolerates you more than most. but now there’s a basis for it.
— “ah, so tables have turned.”
— “i knew it.”
— “top in the nation and already dating. our little kohai is such a pillar.”
— you’re beyond overwhelmed. worse because kiyoomi looks mildly irritated but doesn’t seem to be denying any of it.
— and you just have to ask.
— “yoomi are we dating?”
— because wow, only yesterday it seemed like he was still just your best friend. one who held your hand, shared his lunch, fell asleep on your shoulder in more than one occasion-
“— “we’re together. we’ve always been.”
— okay, yeah but context here.
— but then he’s dragging down the mask across his face, letting it hang under his chin. his lips are on your temple and phew, that’s new.
— “we should get home. i have a match tomorrow.”
— a game that becomes a statement in more ways than one.
— “ooh, is that sakusa’s jacket? so the rumors are true.”
— you fumble with the sleeves that seems to be determined to swallow up your hands. when he’d first offered it to you, it seemed so natural.
— “you might get cold.”
— god your boyf-... friend was so confusing.
— “not really. he hasn’t asked.”
— your classmate seems unconvinced but doesn’t comment further. that’s doesn’t say the same for the rest of the class who use every opportunity to chip at your resolve.
— “haven’t they been dating the whole time?”
— “they always hold hands now.”
— “i mean that’s his jacket isn’t it? it’s he like a germaphobe?”
— it’s getting harder to concentrate on the game. and certainly doesn’t help with every glance sakusa tosses up into the stands. by the end of the match, you’re beyond frazzled and ready to just sakusa the second he emerges from the gym.
— his teammate offer thanks in exchange for your praises on a game well won. it helps to distract you for a brief moment-but there he is now.
— his fingers slip befeeen yours like they belong and you can’t find the voice to complain. after congratulating him, there’s not much more said on your part. he walks you to your doorstep, not just the entrance, and lets his hand fall away. yet you both linger.
— “are we-“
— “are you-“
— when it comes down to it. obviously sakusa fails when it comes to words and actions seem to speak clearly.
— sakusa doesn’t protest when you reach up and undo his face mask for him. going as far as to lower his head, aware of your intentions, when you lean in.
— it’s a short kiss. a testing peck to balance in the shallow end before diving deep. his nose nudges yours and it’s your laugh that breaks the kiss.
— kiss-with kiyoomi sakusa-your once reluctant friend and now?
— sakusa leans in again. this time his hand on your shoulder for stabilization. there’s no tongue or extra touches. it’s just the act.
— life is all about changes.
— you smile and decide, yeah, you can do this.
— before he can leave, however, he’s tugging at the collar of his jacket.
— “i prefer to use my own detergent. but you can have it back tomorrow.”
— or maybe just some adjustments.
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softyoongiionly · 4 years
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NSFW A-Z List (Mama Mia! Jungkook)
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***This contains smut, 18+ only please***
“Aqua told me you all had some questions for me so, I had my assistant fax me the prompt and, I’m really hoping she didn’t read it because, these are filthy ha. I hope you all enjoy yourselves.” 
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):
“It kind of depends on the situation but, if I just had sex, I’m in a good mood. If Y/N and I are in the bed, I make sure I change the sheets and, I make sure she’s cleaned up and, feeling good too. Sometimes we like to talk about it. A bit of pillow talk is always great. PILLOWW TALK! Do you guys remember that song by that one dude in one direction? Great song. It’s like he left one direction and, immediately needed to say the word fuck and sing about sex.” 
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):
“This is a weird question. I like my abs? I guess? I mean I spent like a million hours in the gym trying to tone up and stuff so, it’s definitely the only thing that stands out.” 
“Y/N is the by far the most beautiful woman on the planet so, it’s a little hard to pin point one specific part of her I like the most. If I had to choose, I would say her eyes. Sometimes she looks at me and, I suddenly forget all three languages I speak. She takes my breath away. Literally, who is she looking at like that? Me? Does she value my life at all? Is she trying to kill me? Probably. I love her :-)” 
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person):
“Cum...I don’t really know what I’m supposed to talk about in this section so, I’m just gonna say- yes?? Is that the right answer?” 
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):
“One time, when Y/N was away on business, I jerked off so much in one day, I sprained my hand. I guess that isn’t dirty but, it is embarrassing. I’d probably do it again though, I’m so spoiled that I forgot what’s its like to go without sex.” 
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):
“Yikes this question is a little hard for me to answer. Before meeting Y/N, I had a lot of different partners. After finding out my half-brother tried to steal my recipe, I got really down on myself. I felt really empty and, I spent a lot of time partying and, hooking up with random people. I don’t really know how many if I’m being honest. It was a lot though. After awhile I kind of snapped out of it and, realized I needed to deal with my issues head on so, after a bit of therapy, I was doing a lot better. Sexually, I’ve had a lot of experience but, intimacy? That’s a lot newer for me. And let me tell you my dudes, nothing is sexier than being with someone who truly loves and cares for you. I don’t make the rules.” 
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):
“Missionary. Listen, I know it’s a boring answer but, I’m a sucker for passion what can I say? I like watching her face and, seeing all the little expressions she makes, especially right when I first push inside of her. Also, it’s the best position for her to scratch up my back and, I really love when she does that.” 
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):
“I don’t really find a lot of things to laugh about during sex but, I’m sure it’s happened at some point. Sex is kind of a serious thing for me now but, I wouldn’t stay serious if something funny happened because, sometimes funny things do happen. When they do, we laugh but, then I’m right back in the moment again. Y/N and I mess around a lot in our daily lives so, I like to use sex as a way to show her how serious I am about her and, our relationship.” 
H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):
“I got laser hair removal like 3 years ago. Yes, it’s possible to get it done in sensitive areas but, it’s crazy expensive. Or so I’ve heard, I’m not gonna lie to you, my idea of expensive and, other people’s idea of expensive are probably a little different. But yeah, I got it all lasered off so, it doesn’t really grow there anymore. I keep my face shaved too but, my arms and legs are free to grow all the hair they want.” 
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):
“With Y/N, I’m a little bit of a hopeless romantic, I can’t lie. I love all of that cheesy shit. Rose petals on the bed? Yes. Wine and chocolate on the shores of our private beach? At least twice a week. Leaving Y/N little post it notes all over our villa that contain all the things I love about her? Duh. I AM A SAP. I AM A MESS. I can’t help myself. My father collects first edition classic novels and, for Valentine’s Day, I had him send me the contact of his distributor so, I could buy Y/N the first edition of The Princess Bride. It’s one of her favorites. It was only $1,400 so, I definitely got a good deal. I also had a custom gown imported from France and, a prince-like outfit made for me. What do princes even wear? What is that called? Tights? I don’t know but, I looked like a goddamn Disney prince by the time I was done getting ready. I rented a different villa out for the weekend and, my interior designer decorated it like a medieval castle. We spent the weekend playing prince and princess and, it was probably one of the best weekends of my life. So to answer your question: Yes, I am romantic.”
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):
“I only really touch myself when Y/N is away. Her and I have a pretty consistent sex life so, we have sex almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day. I don’t really have a need for it anymore and, it doesn’t feel nearly as good as sex with Y/N.”
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):
“I have a few. I’m really sensitive to smells so, if Y/N smells good, I can’t keep my hands off of her. She has this one perfume from Gucci that I love so much. I can get hard just from the smell; it’s kind of pathetic honestly. I love  having sex outside too. It’s a good thing we have a private strip of the beach because, if we had neighbors nearby, they would hate us ha. I have a cashmere picnic blanket that we take down there a few times a week and, we always end up making love on it. Yes, I said making love. Get over it. Oh and, if Y/N says anything about my muscles or how strong I am? Instant turn on. I think I have a praise kink? Is that what it’s called? I love Y/N’s panties too. Lace, silk, cotton, clean or dirty; I don’t discriminate, just put them in my mouth. Lol, this is getting dirty…sorry Aqua.”
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do):
“I already kind of answered this but, sex on the beach or sex on our balcony are probably my top two.”
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):
“I feel like I answered this one too because, I just talked about my kinks but, I would say my motivation is to get my girl off right? I get off easily. I have a beautiful woman all over me, saying dirty things in my ear… I mean, my orgasm is guaranteed. Y/N doesn’t take a long time to cum anymore because; I know how to please my woman but, I still want her to feel good. I want to see her let go and, let someone else take care of her for a change. She works so hard. I want to show her what a good woman she is. I want to show her how much I love her.”
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):
“Threesomes, anal and, I’m pretty sure this is everyone’s answer but, bodily fluids belong in the toilet.”
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):
“Yes.”
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.):
“Both. Sometimes I want to draw it out and, let her feel every inch of me but, sometimes I want to fuck so hard we are both sore the next day. It’s all amazing either way.”
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):
“I love quickies. They are great in the afternoon when she and I have things to do but, we still want each other. They would get old after a while though so, we usually do both. It’s very rare that we just have a quickie and, nothing else but, sometimes it happens. Ever since we moved to Greece, we try to always make time for each other but, we both get busy from time to time.”
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):
“I’m game to experiment a little bit but, Y/N and I have been together awhile. We’ve tried a few different things but, sex with her is so amazing, I don’t feel the need to experiment that much anymore.”
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):
“I can last forever if I need to. Like I said, my orgasm is an easy thing to obtain with a woman like Y/N so, my focus is making sure she’s feeling it too. I can go for multiple rounds too, I mean it’s hard not to. Have you seen her? We have sex all night sometimes. I hope she finishes her conference call soon, I’m really starting to miss her…”
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):
“Y/N owns a very tasteful collection of dildos made out of rose quartz and jade. I use them on her sometimes between rounds but, I don’t know how often she uses them beyond that. I don’t own any toys but, I do spend quite a bit of money on new lingerie for Y/N. She has an entire armoire for all of her outfits. Oh, we have gold handcuffs too. We take turns using them on each other.”
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):
“Y/N has a really sensitive spot on her neck and, she’s really tender around her waist so, sometimes I come up beyond her and, brush my lips against her throat and, tickle her. She’s told me it turns her on immediately so, I like to play with her a little bit. We both tease each other a lot though, especially during phone meetings. One time, I was on a 4 way call with my investors and, she sucked my dick through the entire thing. I thought I was gonna have a heart attack but, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cum a little harder that time. Maybe that’s another kink of mine…”
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):
“We live on a private piece of land so; we can be as loud as we want. I’m only loud when things are getting intense but, even still I’m not screaming at the top of my lungs. She isn’t crazy loud either but, I do try my hardest to get her to scream my name every now and again. Just for fun.”
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):
“Y/N and I are in the process of buying an island in the Caribbean and, sometimes I get turned on when she talks about how much money we both have. I’m sorry, I know it’s a dick move but, it’s the truth. I donate millions to charity every year, I swear.”
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):
“I’m like 7 inches I think? When I’m hard it’s probably like 8 or 9. I’m not sharing any more than that ha.”
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):
“Pretty high. Unless I’m really sick or really busy.”
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
“If we’ve been going for multiple rounds, I’m pretty exhausted by the end of it but, I don’t just fall asleep. I don’t want to leave the bed afterwards though. I just want to cuddle with Y/N until we both pass out. If it’s during the day and, we’ve only gone once or twice, I’m not tired at all.”
“Aqua wanted me to dedicate this to @gldnrecs​ and, @bulletproofbirdy​. She says you guys are the best and, apparently you have a sweet spot for me. So, I guess I’ll dedicate this to you too ha. I hope you liked it.”
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springday-aus · 4 years
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Rich Kid!AU with Suho [Junmyeon]
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Group: EXO 
Member: Suho / Kim Junmyeon
Genre: romance + lowkey reality check 
Type: Bulletpoint AU 
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: Suho has a black card and what else was I to do with this information? 
yes, I am making Junmyeon into one of those rich ass fuckboys
you know the ones I'm talking about
the ones that have an endless amount of cars
(and prob names them)
the ones who you can literally tell has not worked a day in his life
despite having so much money, he's dressed like a hobo
but it's like the branded shit
like Supreme or Gucci or Chanel
(and whatever else is trendy)
so it’s “fancy”
unless he's gotta go to like a charity event that isn't really for charity
then he's like in a suit
hm.... when he gets dressed up
he gets dressed up
anyways
let's start from the beginning
he inherited his money from his parents, who inherited it from their parents, who inherited it from their parents.. and so on and so forth
so the Kims have like a shitload of money
like
LOADS
like "I can swim in my own money" loads
except he tried it once when he was a kid
lots of paper cuts
also the gold coin thing
wow did that hurt
it was not a fun day for rich kiddo Suho
and this is very stable money, i.e. old money
so you can only imagine the amount of people who are practically kissing their asses to get partnerships and whatever else rich people want
oh my god, when his mother was supposed to get married—it was chaos, literally every man was throwing themselves at her feet
tsk, tsk, tsk—it was just sad
don't get mixed up, their parents are happy together
or at least they seem like it
lowkey it was an arranged marriage and, like all rich people, his parents like to call it a "partnership" more than a “marriage”
anyways back to Suho
if he's being honest about this whole thing, he doesn't know if he really wants to (or is going to) inherit the family business
he’s not even an official heir 
he has an older brother and Suho has watched enough dramas to know that the older ones are most likely to inherit the family business 
so what is he supposed to do? 
sure, they've been showing him what he's supposed to do
but does he actually know what he's doing?
or if he wants to do it?
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
he's been living the same life he's been living since he was born
wake up, eat, shop, go home, sleep
yo, speaking of which
he legit cannot stop buying anything—he sees it, he wants it, he buys it
you know those ugly ass Gucci slippers
yeah, he got those
he bought two of them because they came in two colors
he wore them each like once and then it was never seen again
granted, he was shopping with Taehyung, one of his company managers who Suho had taken underneath his wing
Tae literally encourages people to buying stuff they don't really need
but like
he can afford lots of impulse buys
it's not like he's doing anything else
okay, that's a lie
he's also working at the office, but does it really feel like he's doing anything?
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
anyways, let's get back to his horrible shopping habits
this is very important because this is how you come into the picture
he was out one day with Sehun, walking around one of the major shopping centers
just as they were leaving
there was a protest outside one of the department stores
the CEO had like 50+ charges of sexual assault and he was just let off
and wow
these people were angry
so where do you come in?
you….. you were in the front….
with a loudspeaker….
saying some things that…. no one should be saying with children present….
anyways
you were one of the people who’ve organized the event
because this asswipe was still working and got off with a warning from all of these assault charges????
you were not going to let this go
hence why you’re in the front, with your loudspeaker—spitting facts and roasting this man in front of his business
yeah, y’all were a bit of a smallish crowd
(a group of about thirty people)
but anyways
Suho saw you and
wow
his interest has been piqued
you were cute—yelling into your loudspeaker and your fist in the air
you have so much passion
Sehun has obviously noticed Suho had been staring at you for quite some time 
it’s hard not to notice
just as Sehun was just going to push Suho in the order direction, that shitty CEO steps out
and……. in front of you……
you remained calm, letting his douche canoe spit as he rambles on about how these women were all over-reacting and that you were an idiot for spending your free time here and that you were nothing more than a liberal snowflake
at this point, people were all recording on their phones but this man clearly didn’t care and just went ham on you
and as he pauses to breath, you take your chance: “I’m the snowflake and yet you’re the one who needs to chill”
you see the anger just explode in his eyes and, as he continues to yell, he raises an arm
just as he was about to swing at you, Suho steps in
right between you and the CEO, blocking you and grabbing his arm
Suho: “and what is it that you think you’re doing?”
CEO: “let go of me”
Suho: “and let you hit this stranger? aren’t you just embarrassing yourself even more?”
for the first time, you can see him flush with embarrassment as he realizes the eyes and the cameras that are on him
but then he snarls at Suho: “who the hell do you think you are?”
Suho smiles, but it’s as fake as this man: “I’m heir to the Kim business, I could make you disappear in two phone calls, would you like me to show you?”
he freezes, before yanking his arm out of Suho’s hand and walking off
muttering something about millennials
he finally turns to you, as the crowd starts to disperse
Suho: “are you okay?”
You: “I could have handled myself, pretty boy”
Suho: “you think I’m pretty?”
**cue Sehun facepalming on the sidelines**
you sigh, tired from him already: “I can’t deal with this right now, that asshole is still out there and I’m not resting until he’s resigned”
you turn away, not even bothering to listen to his response and immediately head off
Sehun: “you really managed to blow that opportunity”
Suho: “shut up and drink your milk tea”
later that day, he may or not have used some of his family’s money for something other than meaningless shit
he was looking you up—you’ve done a lot of things and you have so many achievements
as well as enemies
yikes
he’s seen a lot of these people at the Kim’s charity auctions
and at business meetings
and the parties his family throws at their party mansion
oof—this is not looking good for him or these people
so what else does he do?
he does a bit more digging on you
is it creepy? yes
should he be doing this? probably not
so what does he find?
your fb, instagram, twitter—all the social media you’ve got
this is what happens when you have a lot of free time and you’re rich 
he’s not really sure these accounts are your personal accounts though
there are pictures of you and the causes you’re involved with
but they’re not about you
he will admit that he’s very impressed with all of the things you’ve done
you’ve managed to make some major changes
environmentally, socially, and lawfully
(local laws ofc)
it wasn’t done without a lot of damages and enemies
but (from what he’s seen) you’re tough
next week, you’re leading another protest against a makeup company because of their false claims of being cruelty free
and their microplastic beads that���s polluting the ocean
and the high water demand due to the large amount being used in their products
jesus you have retweeted so many scholarly articles
and they’re like 40 pages long
Suho doesn’t think he’s read this much since college
(well his family paid their son’s way through, but you get what I mean)
he makes a note to shop there on the way sometime next week
just do he can see you again
the next week passes, more slowly than Suho had thought
as it comes, he goes ham on his shopping trips—he’s going to ALL the makeup department stores
never really buying anymore because he’s too busy on the lookout for you
he says it’s a “business trip”
(ignoring Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Jongdae + Sehun’s side eyes)
these people are really kissing up to his asses
literally getting up to his face and trying so many products on his faces
it’s like the spongebob episode when all those perfume people are spraying shit in his face 
yeah... imagine that 
his vision is getting blocked and his face is getting caked with every passing hour he spends
just as he was about to give up
the days roll around 
and he finally spots you outside the shopping center with your loudspeaker and protest signs
you’re in a group circle, talking with some other people 
who Suho is going to assume are other organizers
he manages to kind of sneak over as y’all are discussing 
you were discussing the main points and what the game plan was
Suho was just…. there…. 
you didn’t even know until everyone was dispersed to their positions
Suho: “so what can I do?” 
your eyes narrow at him: “pretty boy?” 
he smiles, so stupidly bright: “yeah” 
you eye him up and down: “are you lost? don’t you have a department store to get to?” 
Suho: “this is a department store” 
You: jesus christ 
You: “okay, in case there was another misunderstanding on my abilities, I can handle this” 
Suho: “I understand, I just want to help” :) 
you nearly growl at him, what an idiot 
you don’t realize you’ve been staring at him for a while, until a friend of yours steps up next to you and give you a little nudge 
your friend whispers to you: “he’s a Kim, his involvement would mean more exposure” 
you let out a deep sigh and shoo her away to deal with the stragglers who’ve just joined 
You: “do you know why we’re here?” 
Suho: “false claims of the makeup being cruelty free?” :)
You: “lucky guess” 
You: “okay fine, we’re gonna be here for a couple of hours—he’s arriving soon and then he’ll leave, just as he always does and we’ll have to rally in case he gets aggressive”
Suho: “okay, got it” 
he gives another smile and is so compliant, you figure he’ll be here for a bit and then leave 
but, to your shock, he’s there the whole you’ve been there
which is like two hours longer than the others were supposed to be there 
and even after the whole thing, he asks you what else is coming up 
with another push from your friend, you reluctantly share the information with him from your organization’s website and facebook group and all this other stuff
but let’s be real, Suho already knew some of this stuff due to all of his internet stalking
it doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate you sharing the information tho 
anyways 
he comes to the next one—just as you told him from last time 
and the other one
and another one
eventually, he just makes it part of his schedule to come and help out
at first, you didn’t really think he would show up
and when he does, you asked why
Suho: “I have a lot of free time”
somehow you don’t doubt that
the more he’s been coming, the more interested you were
not in the sense that “oh he’s so attractive for fighting for these causes alongside with me” interested
it’s more of the “what does this sneaky motherfucker want” interested
so you do some digging and it only confuses you more
shouldn’t be fighting his brother for that heir position for the Kim Incorporation?
why is he so interested in being part of this fight that involves… well, him?
isn’t he worried we’ll start attacking the Kims?
a lot of the other organization members notice it as well
because I mean, have you seen him?
(he is very attractive)
but also because this big name hot shot is at these small group protests, when he should be in a meeting or something
it doesn’t mean his efforts aren’t appreciated
he always gets the group things like food and supplies for strikes that last for longer than usual
for instance, you and your organization went to join teachers who were striking for a better contract with the school district
Suho came running with more posters, loudspeakers, shakers, coffee, sandwiches
the district teachers absolutely adored him—they even took pictures with him 
but, you will admit that it’s nice to talk to him, despite the differences in social class 
he likes talking to you too 
(maybe more than he likes to admit) 
it’s just 
you have this fire in your eyes 
the passion in your voice is clear 
and you know what you want and you go for it, without any mercy for anyone who gets in your way 
but you have that sensitivity and awareness and drive to help others that’s the whole point of you even being here 
he wishes he had that
but, these last few weeks
he actually feels good to help you out
whether it’s running for supplies or providing donations for causes you’ve told him about  
he feels purposeful
he feels good that he can help all these people and that his time is actually useful
and now, your organization is getting more exposure, which is nice
…. until the media gets involved and starts to paste Suho’s face on it
and that’s when you realize what he’s been doing
the Kim family had been using this whole thing as a reputation tactic
you feel stupid letting him into this
what you wanted to do was make a change for those who couldn’t advocate for themselves
and now all your hard work is being passed in the hands of some rich guy with way too much time on his hands
so, you did what you did best: dig some dirt on some filthy rich people
turns out there was a previous scandal with the family
they underpaid their staff
lots of people were getting low/little income and they were at a disadvantage because they were in a position where they couldn’t quit
when word got out, they said they would raise the wages
but some people say that these people didn’t
so you’re gonna find out—you snuck around their estate, talking to the staffers about the incident
most were unwilling to talk, but there were a couple of people who shared with you
they talked about they had medical bills, student debt, disabled family members, etc.
they had to work here and have to continue
apparently it was said that they would receive raises, but it isn’t livable—they only had 10 cent raises, but only after working for 5 years at a time
office workers obviously were higher up, but the servant staffers at the estate were taken advantage of
even after it was exposed, they didn’t really do anything about it
while you spent a couple of weeks snooping around
Suho had been at home
his parents were clearly upset because he’d been spending too much with the lower class
Mrs. Kim: “it’s good for our reputation, but you can’t keep spending your time with them”
Mr. Kim: “why can’t you be more like Dongkyu and spend more time in the office”
Suho: “I’m not even inheriting the company, why bother working?”
Mr. Kim: “of course you’ll inherit the company, alongside with your brother—it’ll be an even split”
Suho: “what if… what if I don’t want to inherit the company?”
Mrs. Kim: “what else are you going to do, if not a businessman?”
he doesn’t know why, but your face flashes in his head at that moment
in fact, you might get along with him better if he lost the inheritance
he wouldn’t be able to donate anymore
or get any supplies
maybe his support would be enough
the only question is to whether or not his family would cut him off
so, he speaks the truth
Suho: “I… I don’t know”
it’s been a couple of weeks since he’s seen you, so when he comes to the next meeting…
he was a bit excited
but when he comes
that fire is in your eyes once again…  but it’s towards him
Suho: “hey” :)
You: “so when were you going to tell me that you’re an absolute douche-bag”
Suho: “what?”
You: “your face is all over our hard work and now you get all the credit?”
You: “not to mention, you don’t say shit about all these people who you work with”
You: “also your family is garbage—really? underpaying the staff and lying about it?”
he’s…... speechless
on one hand, you’re right
and on the other…. you’re right
what is he really doing here?
is he actually making a difference?
you, on the other hand, you’re….
you’re amazing
you have been able to draw attention to all these issues
and you’ve been able to make these changes
you might not be filthy rich, but it doesn’t mean you don’t have any influence
Suho can’t really say anything other than…
Suho: “I’m sorry”
You: “you think that’s enough?”
Suho: “no, it’s not enough, I just don’t know what else I can say”
to be fair, you should be really pissed—you are pissed
but he looks so dejected
you remembered talking to him about his family ties and their family history… is not pretty
so you soften up a bit
just a bit
but only because it’s him
the one who always comes with a smile on his face
the one who comes with more than enough supplies because he wants to make sure everyone is comfortable
the one who hangs around you because he knows how tired you are
the one who stays and listens to you rambling for hours about a million different social issues
you put a hand on his shoulder
You: “you don’t always have to say it, sometimes it’s a matter of doing”
thanks to you, he decided to do something
for another couple of weeks he doesn’t see you
but you?
you def saw him
on the news
he got busy
he went on his usual schedule (like his parents wanted)
but this time
he wasn’t quiet about it
I’m talking about pointing out the environmental drawbacks of these products
calling out the people during the “charity” events
cutting of trade with those who don’t give fair wages
he’s even actually been trying to actually raise those wages for the servants in the Kim house 
(of course with the request of your help)
and wow
the news are just having a field day and eating it up
so that ultimately means his parents are seeing all of this
and what happens?
he gets cut off
he’s no longer inheriting the Kim fortune
Dongkyu is getting everything and he gets nothing 
but with your help, he’s a successful business consultant
turns out that business degree did do some good
he helps develop local businesses and the money he makes
not only goes to good causes
but also to help promote your organization
with the rightful faces on it
as for you two?
let’s just say, you’re a lot closer than before
seeing his drive to help others
the effort he makes to recover from his blissful ignorance
you’ve grown a soft spot for him
as for Suho
he’s glad he has you
you’ve made him a better person
made him realize all the different things he can do
you two working together + practically dating?
the organization members are eating it up
(and you’re pretty sure they were betting but no one would say anything to your face)
anyways
dating a former rich kid! Suho is a lot more fun than you would have thought before
lots of dates are at your (or his) apartment
mainly yours because he’s got a studio and has a roommate
(he is broke)
anyways
you spend a lot of time working on building cases against companies
it’s mainly work bc humanity is evil
but when y’all aren’t working
it’s cuddle timeeeee
you would put shows on, but y’all aren’t watching
you spend a lot of time in his arms
or him in yours
(he likes being a little spoon and isn’t afraid to admit it)
and, as his official partner, you are always supported by him
Suho: “WOO-HOO YOU GOT THIS ANGEL”
You: “omg it’s flipping an egg, I’m not receiving a medal”
it’s cute tho
and ofc you got his back
when he was kicked out of the house, you straight up wreaked havoc
all those people were spreading rumors, you shut that shit down
when he kicked out with nothing more than a duffle of clothes, you became his safe haven
you helped him get back on his feet 
found what he really wanted to do
and he was able to find someone really special
you ♡ 
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i realize i haven't talked about gorillaz hcs on here in a Fat Second so here i go. trigger warnings for uhhh abuse, trauma, suicide mention, alcohol mention, death mention, experimentation (for noodle) - this is gorillaz there's a lot. this is also SUPER LONG so i'll try and add a read more
every one of em has Trauma To The Max babey!!!! these guys have been to hell and back!!! literally in murdoc's case
cyborg could talk! she just chose not to. also murdoc realized programming her with a voice was annoying because she Looked like noodle but he couldn't make her sound exactly like her and it pissed him off. every word cyborg learned was through murdoc/2D/the book of man/various other scrap pieces of paper she found
russel n del were boyfs. fuck you
2D is the only straight member. i think this is canon actually ngl (was it ever made canon that russel n del were together?? i don't remember)
russel truly believes del was his soulmate and that he'll never find love again
every year on the anniversary of d-day 2D goes back to the place where the uncle norm's organ emporium was (which is now a greggs. i know my gorillaz lore) and just vibes for a bit
russel likes to visit graveyards and play music for the lonely spirits who don't get visitors
2D accompanied him once on one of these trips and it was wild cause 2D's like "russel russel russel are there any spirits near me" as like. all of the spirits huddle next to russel because 2D is loud and annoying. russel's like "oh yeah dee there's tons of spirits over there they really like you. why don't you sing for them" and dee's like :DD
2D is generally pretty oblivious. but. he noticed russel was really sad and missing del during phase two and wrote mr softy's balloon race to cheer him up. it was one of the nicest things russel had received in years and he cried over it for hours. what 2D Didn't know was that he'd just saved russel's life and he didn't even know it.
noodle as a ten year old didn't realize How Bad the relationship between murdoc and 2D was. obviously she'd had a really fucked up childhood so far so when murdoc would hurt 2D and 2D would laugh and play it off so as not to scare noodle, noodle was just like :DDD thinking it was all ok
it was during the time that noodle was alone in phase two after remembering her past that she was like. o h n o that was bad wasn't it
noodle met a girl in japan and lowkey fell in love with her, but they had to split so noodle could go back to kong. she wrote every planet we reach is dead for her
2D and noodle never got to properly reunite in phase three. by the time doyathing happened, 2D hadn't seen her in like seven years
murdoc is trying to be less of a terrible person now and all the other members take advantage of it. russel's like "can i get a coffee please murdoc" and murdoc goes "fuck off" but all russel has to say is "remember when you thought i'd offed myself so you replaced me with a drum machine" and murdoc's like. "how many sugars" dhdgdgdh
noodle n 2D fucking love to dance together like absolute nerds
2D is like. the awkward big brother
they are each others wingmen when picking up girls
except 2D doesn't do that as much anymore so in reality he tries to be noodle's wingman but it fails miserably because 2D Can't Do Social Interaction
the boogieman and the evangelist were murdoc's parents
all the band have really bad insomnia and nightmares so sometimes they all have sleepovers in one room and just. watch a movie and sit on their phones but they're in each other's company and that's all they need
they all have a fear of helicopters, especially noodle
russel became extremely claustrophobic after his time in north korea which was very understandable
all of them have pretty weird triggers but none of them question them. noodle starts freaking out cause 2D's eating bacon and he's like "o shit sorry i'll go to another room" they're all very respectful and it's great
the reason 2D had that bead curtain door in phase four was cause after plastic beach, he couldn't stand to be in rooms with closed doors anymore
also! more 2D angst! he didn't sing for like. a good couple years after plastic beach because Trauma Babey!! so when he had to sing again for humanz, the first time he got into the studio he just. had a complete fucking meltdown because he was so scared to sing again. eventually he managed it but he literally couldn't sing with murdoc around because he was so afraid of him
noodle sometimes does really childish stuff because obviously she had no fucking childhood and the others just let her go for it and support her if she gets embarrassed about it
noodle has killed people. lots of em. some against her will as a kid, some more recently. she has a lot of nightmares about it but unlike the rest of the band, she does Really good self care and looks after herself really well
the band sometimes go on spontaneous road trips and usually end up getting lost and taking aesthetic pictures at gas stations
noodle very rarely cries because she would have gotten into trouble for that as a kid so she bottles all her emotions up in favour of helping her family. when she started going to therapy she pretended all was well for a little while but that didn't work for very long and she completely broke down. russel was very surprised to see noodle come home that day in tears and just throw herself into his arms
noodle really likes fashion and clothes and makeup!! she likes to be Colourful and Bright
when she first arrived at kong at ten years old, she really didn't understand what was going on. none of the band spoke any japanese so she was under the impression that these people were new doctors who were going to train/test on her. she stuck to the routine she was given back in japan and was very surprised when the others didn't do the same. like small green man it's three in the afternoon why are you just up?? big bald man why are you just going to bed??? where is the tall blue man WHAT IS GOING ON
none of the band members were qualified to be parents. at all. they were all very messed up mentally and therefore noodle just kinda did what she wanted as a kid
noodle was exposed to a lot of bad shit while in kong. 2D and murdoc were not responsible at all about what they did and said around noodle so russel tried to be more responsible about that, but little noodle's just like "oh don't worry i've seen worse" and russel's like ?????
noodle was the one to rebuild cyborg out of the parts she had left from plastic beach. she did this while murdoc was in prison just to prove she could
2D has an extreme fear of cyborg, which is. obvious
noodle didn't tell 2D she was rebuilding cyborg. when he finds out he flips his shit and noodle's like. ah. maybe this was not a great idea
cyborg has now formed her own band! the rejects!
2D wears little bobby pins in his hair behind his ear which the band sometimes lowkey makes fun of him for until one day noodle asks why and he tells her it was because back on plastic beach, murdoc would sometimes be too drunk to remember to bring 2D food so he had to pick the lock and go steal some. so Yikes babey!!!!!!
writing the fall was the only thing that helped 2D cope during plastic beach. that's why there was barely any singing on it - this was HIS album, HIS voice, not murdoc's. he could do what he wanted with it. writing it was the only thing that kept him sane
noodle's the only member who hasn't tried to off herself at any point oop
they're all doing a lot better now cause they're all going to therapy yes even murdoc! yay fun happy times
russel taught noodle english and in return noodle taught him japanese. russel can now speak pretty good japanese and 2D knows like. the most basic of shit *flashbacks to the gshock interview video*
there was a while where noodle believed that literally all she was for was other people. that she was either a weapon or a guitarist and nothing more. it was only after she disappeared after phase two that she realized she could be more
she still has a scar from el mañana but she covers it up with makeup
2D and murdoc have made a pact to smoke/drink less, respectively. they also made what they called a "non suicide pact" - a pact not to off themselves, formed after 2D found murdoc shooting bullets into the ceiling in phase four
murdoc knew about the dartboard 2D had in his room that had his face on it because noodle and russel told him but he didn't really believe it until he went up into his room like "hey dents can i -" and 2D turns round and just stares at him, darts in hand fhgvhfhvf
murdoc: ....whatya doin' there dents
2D, turning back to the dartboard and throwing one straight into dartboard murdoc's eye: practicing for the real thing
hcvdhvdfhg anyway
sometimes 2D literally Cannot be around murdoc so he'll disappear for days without telling anyone cause he forgets that people worry about him oh no
murdoc says he wants to drink less alcohol cause he wants to better himself as a person but really it's because he can't drink without getting flashbacks to plastic beach
murdoc's memories of plastic beach aren't great. he was drunk out his mind most of the time so he luckily forgot a lot that comes back to haunt him in nightmares and has him waking up thinking "fuck did i really do that??" but yeah sometimes 2D just reminds him of something really awful he did and murdoc's like. a h
when ace came into gorillaz he was absolutely doing it for the paycheck. then he realized how Enormously Fucked Up these people were and was like o h n o
ace could not understand a word of 2D's english accent
ace once asked 2D why he was called that. 2D said "well my real name is stuart but murdoc calls me 2D and it stuck" and ace goes!!! that's bullshit!!! and he starts calling him stuart. he refuses to call him 2D. 2D gets so emotional over it he starts crying and ace is like "s h i t what do i do did i fuck up" but in reality dee's just glad to like. not be "2D" for once and to just be someone else
murdoc and 2D are heavily codependent on each other and it's extremely unhealthy cause obviously they're Really Bad For Each Other but. 2D's known murdoc since he was 19 and murdoc has never really left his life except for the one point before and after plastic beach. that's why when murdoc goes to prison in phase five, 2D just goes apeshit. because now 2D doesn't have the threat of murdoc constantly hanging over his head!! he's gone and 2D is free!!!! yay!!!!!!!
then he's like. o h. he's gone and i'm free. oh no
because he has no clue what to do with himself now!! his whole life revolved around murdoc and now murdoc is gone 2D's realizing "Oh No maybe our relationship WAS really unhealthy if i'm feeling this depressed now that he's gone!!!"
the now now was like. the fall part two: electric boogaloo in terms of how 2D wrote it to cope with his trauma
souk eye was like a really depressing love song
2D's lowkey a little in love with murdoc but not really in the romantic sense at all. and obviously it's not cute or reciprocated by murdoc or anything 2d.c shippers dni blease
he just. feels like murdoc's the only one who could ever love him and UGH it's so unhealthy. luckily noodle makes him go to therapy and he gets a bit better. by the time the end of phase five rolls around 2D's like >:D yeah!! i won't let you hurt me anymore murdoc!!!
then murdoc actually escapes and is rumored to be dead and the whole band just shuts down
because murdoc, like it or not (and none of them liked it), was the glue that held the band together. and fuck if it didn't fucking destroy them all a little bit, especially 2D
then murdoc showed up at their door and. 2D was the one to answer it without knowing it was murdoc. and there's noodle and also murdoc, still in his prison clothes, covered in literal shit, and the first thing he blurts out is "i listened to the album."
2D panics and slams the door in his face HCDGHGCDH
russel refuses to let murdoc inside unless he can give him one good reason to. noodle comes in through the back door and comforts her brother while he has a panic attack and murdoc's just. sitting at the door pouring his heart out to russel through the door. covered in shit. these guys need help man
eventually 2D and murdoc face each other again and oh lord. they're both crying and then murdoc apologizes and murdoc's never apologized for anything, ever, he never says he's sorry, and then they're hugging and noodle and russel are like !!!!!!!
meanwhile ace is like. can i get my paycheck. can i PLEASE get my paycheck
murdoc: here dents i got you a demon possessed yak. her name is madonna
ace, who's spent many a night listening to 2D cry and vent about murdoc and all he's done to him: surely he's not just gonna accept that and move on
russel and noodle, who know 2D far too well: oh he will. trust me he will
long story short 2D is now the proud father of a demon possessed yak named madonna
song machine is kind of like. their Big Project that they're putting together to try and bring them all closer as a family. it's kind of working but also not really. they're trying their best
they're all a good family and they have to stick together and they're messed up but they love each other!!!! that is all thank you and goodnight ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The Proposal | A Lee Minho/Lee Know Scenario
Word Count: 922
Type: Pure Fluff
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“What would you like?” Minho glanced in your direction, nearly laughing when he saw your wide-eyes staring at all the ice cream flavors in the case. 
“All of them.” Your fingers ran along the labels on the outside of the glass, stopping when you reached the one you actually wanted, “Or just strawberry.” Your head rested on his shoulder as he made the order. 
The two of you looked like that sickeningly sweet couple that everyone cringes at, but you didn’t care. You NEVER got to go on dates like this. 
The date was your idea. As corny as it is, you’ve always wanted to go to the park with Minho — probably because you both were adults with the minds of 3 year olds and you just KNEW the man would enjoy running and jumping on the playsets with you. 
Yep… You loved him. SO fucking much. 
Minho handed you your ice cream, a smile as bright as the sun taking over his features when he saw your dorky grin. 
“Let’s go sit over there!” You pointed to a hill. 
Minho nodded and grabbed your hand, swinging your arm obnoxiously as the two of you walked up the hill. You plopped in the grass when you reached the top, licking your ice cream before it could melt. 
“This has been fun.” You smiled, head dropping on Minho’s shoulder as your eyes scanned the world below. 
“It has.” Minho’s tongue darted out, slurping up some melted ice cream as it ran down his hand. 
Yum. 
Lee Minho had a special place in your heart. Not only was he absolutely gorgeous, he was an amazing person who was always there for you, no questions asked. The man had been with you through stressful work days, sleepless nights, and — *ahem* — a few breakdowns.  
Your eyes shifted to stare at Minho. His eyes were closed, corners of his mouth turned up in a smile as he felt the warmth of the sun on his skin. As you were staring at his perfect features, you realized that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. 
The words rushed out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Will you marry me?”
Minho’s movements stopped as his piercing brown orbs stared at you in confusion. It was as if the gears in his head were stuck — what was once a well-oiled machine was stuttering as he tried to figure out if he heard you right. 
The wind itself seemed to pause — waiting to see if this moment would become incredibly sweet or extremely humiliating. 
Panic bubbled in your chest. You wished there was a ‘FUCK GO BACK’ button to smash, like the ones you always showed Minho when the two of you were having a meme battle. 
The silence was weird at this point. Any passerby would be confused at the two dorky adults sitting in the middle of the park in the heat of the day, ice cream in hand just… staring at each other, one looking like she just confessed to a murder, the other looking like his brain malfunctioned after being handed an unhealthy dose of reality. 
Speaking of ice cream… 
You two were so busy staring at each other, that Minho didn’t realize his hand tilted slightly. The heat of the day melted that ice cream faster than ice would melt between his well-toned thighs.
The awkward moment turned even more awkward — one reason being the fact that you just thought about ice and Minho’s thighs, the other being that his ice cream slipped and fell in his lap. Yikes. 
Minho’s eyes darted to the ice cream in his lap, an adorable pout forming on his lips as he looked back at you, “Not anymore.” 
If you didn’t just propose to the boy, you probably would have lightly smacked him on the arm and laughed with him. 
But…
This wasn’t the case. 
Minho’s eyes widened as your eyes welled up, face flushed in embarrassment.
“No baby, I was joking!” His hands reached for you — pulling you closer to him so you wouldn’t leave, thumbs gently rubbing against your skin as if you were made of glass. 
He was convinced you were… You were too delicate, too beautiful, and he was afraid that if he made the wrong move, you’d shatter. 
Which is why his own words confused himself. Why make a joke in a situation like this? Minho mentally kicked himself. 
“Of course I’ll marry you.” The words sounded like velvet coming from his lips. 
“I don’t want to marry you anymore!” You laughed, pushing him lightly. 
Minho giggled, falling over as if you pushed him with the strength of the hulk. “Hey! What changed your mind?”
“You pulled me into your ice-cream lap! Now I have a chocolate stain on my butt.” You couldn’t help but laugh with Minho as the two of you practically rolled in the grass. 
All you wanted was a fiancee. Now you were ice-cream-less, your boyfriend was laughing at you, and it looked like you shit your pants. Such a romantic proposal. 
“Here.” Minho’s laughter died down a bit. He handed you his jacket, which was long enough to cover the stain. 
You grabbed the jacket from his hands, leaning over to kiss his cheek as you put the jacket on. 
“You know… Maybe I should have thought this through more. I don’t have a ring.” You chuckled a bit. 
Minho smiled brightly. “Just buy me another ice cream and we’re good.”
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Survey #289
“life by life / waste to waste / i’m the harbinger, the master of decay”
How often do you watch the news? Never. Would you rather read the news online? Yeah. Speaking of being online, what website do you visit the most? YouTube. Have you ever held a snake? Plenty. Ever caught a turtle? What about a crawfish? Turtles, yes, as a kid. Please do not take animals out of the wild for no good reason, people. I never touched crawfish because they looked scary lmao. Have you ever eaten gumbo? Idk what that is. Or do you not like spicy food? I enjoy spicy food, but not nearly as much as when I was a teen. Back then, I loved the adrenaline rush, now I just wanna enjoy my food like a normal person, lol. Do you own a bottle of hand sanitizer? Do you like how it smells? Does anyone NOT at this time? Or even before, really? But anyway, no, I don't like the smell. Do you own a pool table? What about an air hockey table? Or a foosball table? Okay so one of the coolest things we had when I was younger was this table that had different "tops" to change out to turn it into various games like these. Like, it was all in one. I don't THINK we still have it? Do you live with your parents? Are you cool with that? I live with my mom, and right now, it's the better idea for many reasons. I feel like shit about it, though. I'm nearly 25. Even if I was financially independent though, I would not be able to handle living all alone with my depression and all. When did/when do you want to move out? Hopefully when I have a stable job and long-term relationship. Have you ever been on a cruise? No. Are you better at catching or throwing? Probably throwing. I can't catch for shit. Do you ever play computer games? Just WoW nowadays. Did you used to have a lunchbox? Yeah, I went through a few. How often do you/did you bring your lunch to school? Whenever I didn't like what was on the menu. And mind you, I was and still am very picky. What was/is your favorite school lunch? I think the chicken sandwiches. When was the last time you wore a hat? What kind of hat was it? Oh yikes, who on Earth knows. It has to have been years. Maybe a Carolina Hurricanes one to a hockey game I went to with Dad. I don't really wear hats. Have you ever tried to ghost hunt? If so, did you catch anything? No. Do you prefer gold or silver? What about diamonds or pearls? Earrings or bracelets? Necklace or rings? Or are you not a jewelry person? Gold; diamonds; earrings; rings (I think). I don't care all that much about jewelry, though. Have you ever made jewelry? Not really, just kiddy crafts stuff. Do you have any unique hobbies? Meerkat RP. Have you ever broken a window? If so, what with? I don't believe so, no. Have you ever had surgery? If so, what on? Yeah. I had tubes put in my ears as a kid, and I had a cyst removed from... directly above my ass lmaoooo. Pilonidal cysts are awesome. Do you know any boys named Ashley or Lesley or Lynn? I don't believe so. Do you prefer coffee or hot chocolate? Hot chocolate, for sure. Do you like green tea? Tea is gross. Do you like to play Freecell? What about Hearts? Or Mahjong? I only know Mahjong, and I've never played that. I used to watch Mom play it on the computer as a kid, though. Idr the rules. Does your family own guns? No. Have you ever been given flowers? Were they from a relative or someone special? Both. Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle? No, and I doubt I will. I'm not like... really scared of them, as a matter of fact they seem really fun, they're just too risky for my liking. Have you ever seen a dead body? At an open-casket wake, yes. What does your umbrella look like? It's just an ordinary black one. Is anyone you know pregnant? HOLY FUCK, I think 90% of my Facebook friends are preggo. It seems like EVERYONE is expecting. Ha, one of my closest friends is legit pregnant with triplets after JUST having a son... She's in for a ride. Does your family do reunion gatherings? No, we're too spread out. What would you order to drink if you were in a bar right now? A strawberry sangria sounds pretty great. When was the last time you had a first kiss? I'm guessing you mean like, my first kiss with the last person I was with? A few summers ago when we were out on the porch making s'mores and dancing like some cheesy fucks lmao. How many homes have you ever lived in? If you don't count the apartment I wasn't an official resident of or staying with a friend for a month due to homelessness, we just moved into our fifth. Or sixth. It's too early when I'm taking this for math. Have you ever donated money to charity? Yeah. What’s your favourite type of exercise? Swimming. How many jobs have you had? Three or four... I'm not even sure because they were so incredibly short because fuck me and my anxiety, right? Who do you stalk the most through Facebook? Nobody. Have you ever deleted your Facebook, then brought it back? No. Write the first song that pops into your head: Well, I'm listening to "Freak On a Leash" right now. Has anything interesting come for you in the mail lately, besides bills? Nah. What is your main responsibility each day? Making sure my cat has food, water, and a clean litterbox. Do you feel like you fulfill those responsibilities? Yeah. I've slacked on the box before on bad mental health days where I can barely force myself to do anything, but I'm usually on top of it. Were you in the wrong during your last argument with someone? I don't recall what my last argument was. I think something w/ Mom. What bands did you used to love, that you don’t listen to much anymore? Hm. It's pretty rare I leave behind bands I've LOVED, so. Are you counting down to anything? tomorrow crihmus When was the last time you used spray paint? Oh, I have no idea. Maybe for an art project in HS? What color are the chairs at your kitchen table? Brown. Have you ever or do you plan on donating to any charities? Which ones? I've donated to some you would like pass by in the store if I had some spare coins or dollars on me, and when I cut my hair to as short as it is now, I donated it all to Children With Hair Loss. One of my most cherished memories is getting the certificate that it was used. I'm sure there's more, especially for school, but idr them. I 110% want to donate to charity streams when I have my own income source. Do you believe that life only gets harder or easier? I mean, this depends on your unique life. Do you know the middle name of the last person you kissed? Hm. I don't think Girt has a middle name, and I don't think Tyler ever told me because he was embarrassed by it. I know Sara's. Have you ever had sex with 2 different people in the same week? No. Who is the friendliest person you know? Probably my friend Girt. Last song you listened to? "Milk and Cookies" by Melanie Martinez is on rn. Something that annoys you about summer: Just ONE thing???? Just about everything does. The only thing I enjoy is all the flowers. Well hell, that's even mostly a spring thing. It's mostly just... plain green in the summer. At least here. Too hot for damn flowers to survive. Something that annoys you about winter: The fact that if it snows here, we get barely anything at all. e_e Are the doors of your fridge side by side or on top of one another? Side by side. When was the last time you burned a body part other than your hands/fingers? I actually just burned the roof of my mouth yesterday. If you’ve moved out of the house you were born in, do you know the people who live in that house now? Nope. What’s one food that you eat more than twice a week? Definitely some form of bread. Do you like zombie movies? No opinion, really. What's the grossest/worst thing you’ve ever seen in a public restroom? UGH. This one time I was in the bathroom with Colleen (it's a girl thing lmao) at a gas station, she did what she normally does and checks under the seat, aND IT WAS COVERED IN BLOOD. It was fucking disgusting. What’s the most wasteful thing you regularly do? Ugh... use plastic bags when disposing of Roman's "business" in the litterbox. I feel absolutely awful using one every other day. If I wait any longer than that, Mom gets mad. What’s the most difficult apology you’ve ever had to give? Probably to Jason via that letter. That honestly wasn't that difficult after having fully accepted I fucked up too, though. I don't generally find it hard to apologize when I know I was wrong. Have you ever volunteered in a hospital? If not, would you ever want to? Fuck no. They depress the hell out of me. What was your worst Halloween costume? Idk, I don't remember almost any of mine. When was the first time you can remember feeling mature? When I checked into the doctor by myself. Yes, I know how sad that is at nearly 25. Have you ever had a disappointing Christmas, or any disappointing holiday if you don’t celebrate Christmas? As a kid, there was just one where I was disappointed in what I got. SO fucking ungrateful looking back on that shit. I can't even imagine feeling anything like that now. I cherish Christmas deeply, especially now with nieces and a nephew who experience such joy at Christmastime, and I get to see my dad and his wife and stepson, too. At this age, it truly is about family to me. Do you have any character bandaids in your house right now, or just plain ones? I think we may have some princess ones and some "boy" kind for if the kids are ever over. AKA never because their dad is far more concerned about only including his family in their lives. I don't think Ryder's ever even visited our house, and he's like, four years old. My sister's husband's parents live directly down their road, but still. It hurts Mom and I a lot that we don't seem to matter when it comes to visiting *us*. Have you ever had to give a pet away? Yeah, plenty of times with our old cat nest. What's the junkiest junk food you’ve ever eaten? I dunno, probably something at Disney as a kid. Did you play pretend a lot as a child? Were there any recurring plots or themes? Yeah. I had my "good guys" - a family of alligators, deer (um they were married and had kids don't ask me, man), and some Pokemon figurines - and three big dinos that were the "bad guys." How do you feel about runny egg yolks? Egg yolk is fucking repulsive. The one and only way it's going down my throat is in scrambled eggs. Has a teacher ever tried to teach you something that was undeniably wrong? Not that I remember. If for some reason you had to give up one of your hobbies, which would you choose? I dunno, I have so few already... Maybe World of Warcraft? I almost quit it recently anyway because I was bored and yet it took up so much of my time, but it'd be hard now with a new expansion having just come out with soooo much to do. Man... I dunno. Have you ever hidden a relationship from your family? No. How much do you know about first aid? No more than the average joe, really. Which of your relatives do you know the least about? Sadly, probably my dad's oldest daughter. I know only two things about her with certainty. Have you ever meditated? If so, did it do anything for you? Yes, and all it does is make me fidgety and lets me think too much. When was the last time you got ice cream from a truck? Hm... maybe when I was at a beach when I was on vacation with a friend? I was like, a pre-teen then though, so it's been forever. Do you know any sex workers? If so, how do they feel about their job? Not that I'm aware of. And honestly, I have mixed feelings, but I think I lean more towards it being just fine so long as boundaries are set and there are very clear understandings with each other. And you ABSOLUTELY need to be safe about it. I'd far rather people get off with a consenting individual than in... y'know, other ways. It's not my business, anyway. What’s the biggest art project you’ve ever attempted? How did it go? In high school, I did a huge acrylic painting on burlap of meerkats grooming. I am to this day still so proud of it; I worked so hard on it. I love how the fur came out, especially. I do wish I could do over the background, though. What kind of wild animals do you see most frequently where you live? Excluding the obvious birds, there are tons of squirrels, and you see opossum and racoon roadkill a lot, tragically... Every now and then, you'll see deer in fields in the morning or dusk. Have you ever cooked anything other than s’mores over a fire? Yeah, hot dog.s Are there any items in your house that you use for something other than its intended purpose? I'm positive there's something. Probably everyone has an example. OH! Looking in just my room, Venus' terrarium has saran wrap covering the top to help keep humidity in. What do you hope the afterlife is like? Really, I go back and forth between hoping it's like... this state of nirvana and where you reunite with loved ones and experience infinite peace if deserved, or just the entire lack of existence anymore. I wonder sometimes if I'd want to be sentient forever. But, with me believing in a spirit realm, I don't think the latter is the case. What’s the worst behavior you’ve ever seen from a child? I think I once saw a kid smack their parent's arm or something? I don't really know. Have you ever planned an act of revenge? "No, but i daydream about it." <<<< Ha, yeah, I have. Do you and your parents share any of the same hobbies? Yeah. Mom surprised me when she told me she likes writing (even though I never see her do it), and Dad likes video games. Do you have any physical photo albums? Yes. Would you feel comfortable working at a sex shop? NOPE. Who was the worst friend you ever had? It's funny, Colleen did incredible things for me, but she also fits this description, too... Have you ever campaigned for a political candidate, or otherwise played an active role in an election? I mean, I voted, does that count? What’s the coolest hand-me-down you’ve ever gotten? What about the best one you’ve ever given? I have no idea. Do your parents and grandparents get along with each other? Dad got along perfectly fine with his parents, but my mom and her mother had a rocky history. Grammy treated her awfully sometimes. They'd been fine for many, many years, but Mom could never forget some things and always felt like she wasn't "good enough" in her eyes. I'm pretty sure Mom got along just fine with her dad. Do you have any framed photos of your pet(s)? Yes. Do you share photos of your pet(s) on social media? Um, duh. In 3 words, describe the last male you talked to. Who WAS the last guy I talked to... Do you own any of your favorite films on DVD? Which one(s)? No. Have you watched anything on Netflix lately? No. The last thing I did on Netflix was watch the first episode of The Witcher, and even though I liked it, I didn't continue. I just... don't enjoy watching TV, especially if it really requires you to pay attention. Have you ever heard someone snoring and thought it sounded cute? Besides animals, no. Are you particular about what you eat? In what way(s)? Yeah, I'm VERY picky, especially with textures. Is anyone close to you particular about what they eat? In what way(s)? Yes, my niece. She's autistic and has the symptom of being incredibly picky with things like textures, too. She is the one child I have ever known that doesn't really like eating. Is there someone in your life who can always make you smile? Always, no. Have you worn lipstick at any time recently? What color? No. I last wore black forever ago just to take pictures. Do you like wearing eyeshadow to match the color of your clothes? No; in the very rare instance I put on makeup, the eyeshadow is always black. What song reminds you of your childhood? Jesse McCartney songs, for sure. And Backstreet Boys. What’s your least favorite month? Maybe August. I'm sick and beyond tired of summer by that point. Nothing exciting going on. What do you do when you’re bored in class and not paying attention to the teacher? When I was in school, I honestly always paid attention because I wanted to pass. Have you ever baked a pie? No. Last person you shared food with? Mom. Do you know any mechanical stuff about cars? Definitely not. Were you smiling in the last picture taken of you? I don't think so, if that witchy photoshoot was the last time I had a pic taken of me. Do you answer the phones at your job? I did at two old jobs. Were you a hyper or mellow kid? I was kinda hyper. What are you drinking? Would you believe me if I answered "water"????? Did you get any compliments today? No. What last made you laugh? I think a moment in a WoW stream I was watching last night. Which of your friends is the easiest to talk to? Sara. What was your best summer ever? /shrug Do you have a favourite sibling? No. What color is the blanket/quilt on your bed? Navy and black. Favorite milkshake flavour? Just chocolate. Sometimes I'm in the mood for vanilla, though. Best year of your life? 2017. It's funny how that year started with a suicide attempt but wound up being the best year of my life. NEVER hestitate to reach out for help when you need it. How loud do you like your music in the car? Too loud lmao. Prefer to write or read? Write. Favourite apps? Pokemon GO, haha. What is a fruit you refuse to eat? Absolutely refuse? Maybe like, cantaloupe. Would you rather gain weight or lose weight? It'd to fuckin fantastic if I could lose 100 pounds. :^) I gained like thirty since moving... Would you rather gain height or lose height? Gain a tiny bit, I guess? But I'm fine with where I'm at. Are both your eyes the same color? Yes. Do you like glittery things? Yes, but not touching them and getting glitter everywhere. Ever watched a play in the theatre? Yes, at Disney World and also for school field trips. How many followers do you have on instagram? A depressing amount for someone desperately trying to be a photographer lmaooo. I mean I don't post on it a lot, so that doesn't help, but yeah. My secondary photography account (for roadkill/vulture culture stuff) has more than my main one. How about twitter? Don't use it. How much would I have to pay you to get you to do karaoke? I don't know, I'd be terrified of embarrassing myself. Last time you went ice skating? Never. Painting or drawing? Drawing, by far. Art or science? Now that's tough, but art. Dancing or singing? Dancing. History or geography? Geography is interesting. Favourite season? Autumn. Do you watch Supernatural? I did up to the end of Season 6. I loved it, I just was losing interest in TV, and also Jason and I broke up (we always watched it together) so I didn't want to watch something triggering memories. If you could change your eye color would you? Yes, to either a pure sapphire blue or emerald green. Are both your ears pierced? Yes. Are you lying down? Yes. Is there a tv in your room? No. Do you celebrate Thanksgiving? Yeah. Do you like fortune cookies? Yeah, they're oddly tasty. Do you have anxiety? You fuckin bet I do. Favorite clothing shop? RebelsMarket. How do you feel about peeing in a cup at the hospital? Is it embarrassing? No? It's too normal to be embarrassing. I mean I wrap toilet paper around it so you don't actually see, y'know, but I'm not embarrassed carrying that. Do you prefer fruit or vegetables? Fruit, by a long shot. What do you hate being called? "Bee." An old best friend who did nothing but lie about her entire life called me that. What color is the last car you were in? White. Ever studied abroad? No. Ever pulled out a tooth? Yeah, when I was a kid. Three celebrity crushes? Mark Fischbach, Link Neal, Hannah Hart. Ever been married? No. Are you proud of yourself? In most ways, no. Do you like grapes? Yep. How often do you cook for your family? Never. Is anyone in your family a lawyer? My cousin is, actually. Is anyone in your family an architect? Don't think so. Own any crystals? No. Favourite thing to write with? (pen, pencil, highlighter) Pencil. Top 5 favourite alcoholic drinks? I don't know, I haven't tried enough that I actually enjoy. Would you date someone bald? Yeah. Would you date someone who doesn’t want kids? I don't want kids either, so that's the only kind of person I'd date. That's something you can't really disagree on if you plan on lasting. Do you like candles? Sure. Favorite memory with a sibling? I dunno, probably something from when we were little kids playing together.
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wolfpawn · 4 years
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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 24
Chapter Summary -  Danielle and Tom have a dinner out with Diana, which is a pleasant affair until someone recognises Tom and paparazzi become involved.
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The longer Danielle sat by his side, the more Tom wanted her to remain there. Diana, as expected, was heartbroken and happy for the girl she had seen slave through years of study and exams. “You are going to do brilliantly sweetheart, just like Tom.”
“Well, I will be staying very much behind the camera,” Danielle commented.
“I have an idea.” Tom declared. “I am taking you two lovely ladies out to dinner.”
“Wonderful.” Diana smiled.
Danielle looked uncertain. “What…if there are any…”
Tom swallowed, “With her gone, they don’t come around anymore, Suffolk is, once more, calm and quiet.”
“Well then, if you’re buying.” She smiled, earning the megawatt smile Tom had for when he was at his happiest. “So, where to?”
“Manzoni’s?” He suggested.
“Just because you have no mortgage, doesn’t mean you should take one out to eat in a stupidly overpriced restaurant.” Danielle looked him up and down.
“Come on, Elle, you deserve fine dining in celebration of your huge career change.” He urged.
“I can’t, seriously Tom, it’s too much.”
“Elle, I missed your birthday, I have been an unmitigated ass to you this year, and I really need to thank you for…well, that other thing, so please, please let me do this; I know how much you love their carbonara.”
“You know nothing Hiddleston.”
“Yes I do, Emma said you practically made sex noises at the table when you ate there before,” Tom whispered into her ear as soon as Diana left the room to get ready to go out. Danielle went puce red at his words, the deep timbre of his voice sending a shudder down her spine in a way that could be very much be accused of being sinful as she looked to the ground, not wanting him to see the embarrassment on her face. “Elle.” The manner in which he spoke her name caused her to gasp slightly. “Please.”
“I don’t know if I…” she looked at him, her eyes focusing on the icy blue and green specks of his. “I…” She forgot the art of speech for a moment, as his eyes focused back on hers. “Yes.”
His pupils widened fractionally and a glimmer of brightness added to them at her agreement. “Thank you.”
“I think I should get changed.”
“You look perfect as you are.”
“I don’t think I am to their dress code Tom, I am in my normal clothes.”
“I know, your River Island black jeans, your favourite t-shirt, your grey and black open cardigan and your, what appear to be yet another pair of Converse, how many pairs of black converse can one girl own?” He asked, his voice affectionate, his eyes not once leaving hers as he spoke.
“I just buy new of the same…you didn’t even look at my clothes there.”
“I looked at them when you opened your door.” He smiled.
“I…”
“Are we ready?” Diana came back into the room and froze as she realised the peculiar tension between her son and neighbour, both still sitting next to each other, and both staring into one another’s eyes.
Tom’s stare was the first to break; he turned to his mother and smiled. “Yes, we are. I just convinced Danielle to come, she was somewhat reluctant.” He rose to his feet, rubbing his hands off his pants as he did; glad they were dark enough to hide the sweatiness of his palms from his nerves at being so close to Danielle.
“I see.” Diana looked between them again, still paying attention to the tension that surrounded them. “Well, you can drive there, but I will drive home, my doctor said I shouldn’t mix alcohol with my medication.”
“What medication?” both demanded immediately in unison, their previous nervousness immediately dissolved.
“I had a small ear, nose and throat infection last week; I am on decongestants for it.” She dismissed.
“What ones?” Danielle asked.
“I can’t remember the name; they are made by that Pfizer company.”
“Yeah, no alcohol for you.” Danielle agreed, Tom listening to her and nodding.
“I was not aware paramedics are so up-to-date on pharmacy stuff.”
“Pharmacology? Yes, we need to know the ones that react badly together, and some react very badly, decongestants, plus alcohol equals a stoned effect and very bad issues with blood pressure, not a nice combo.” She explained to him.
“Well then, it’s settled, into the car you two.” Diana ushered them out the door of her house and towards Tom’s car. “Tom darling, your car is in the way, so we’ll take it.”
“Is there anyone not trying to drive my car?” He stated in exasperation, opening the passenger side door for his mother.
Danielle raised her hand. “I don’t.” Tom looked at her; there was some form of offence on his face as he did. “I would be terrified to drive it, sitting in it, however, well, that is another thing entirely.” She beamed as she got into the back seat. “Are these things heated?”
Tom closed the door on the passenger side before heading to the driving seat. “They are.”
“Fancy prick.” She grumbled under her breath. “Ow!” She yelped immediately after since Diana had reached back and pinched her leg.
“Mind how you speak of my wonderful son.” Diana chastised.
“Haha, Ow!” Tom went from chiding Danielle to yelping himself as Diana clipped the back of his head. “Mum.”
“And you, mind how you provoke my favourite neighbour, she is like a daughter to me.”
“Sorry, mum.” Both stated at the same time, causing Diana to glance between them and for both to erupt in giggles.
“Two five-year-olds, that’s what you are like.” Diana sighed, shaking her head.
“Tom started it,” Danielle stated lowly.
“Did not.” He retorted.
“Dear God, drive boy, before I lose my patience altogether,” Diana ordered.
*
The meal was a pleasant affair, and as Tom had predicted, Danielle had gone for the carbonara, and both having finished almost two bottles of wine between them.
“I regret the drinking.” Danielle groaned as Diana went to the bathroom. “Why did I drink fancy wine?” She held up the bottle. “I am going to kill you in the morning.”
“No one forced you to drink it, you’d think the food would have helped,” Tom commented. “Though it does seem quite strong.”
“Yep, look at that percentage.”
“Shit, I am not driving anywhere until after lunch.”
“Good plan, I don’t plan on getting up until after lunch.” Danielle declared.
“Better plan.” Tom commended.
Danielle pointed to her feet. “Down there’s for dancing.”
“What the hell does that even mean, you have been saying that since I met you, and I still haven’t figured it out. In fact, it was one of the first things you ever said in my presence.”
“It means we use our feet for dancing and our heads for thinking, obviously.” Danielle chuckled, as though it blatantly clear.
“Elle, thank you for coming out tonight, I am so happy for you.”
“Thanks.” Danielle smiled. “Thank you for helping me with telling your mum, and for the extortionately overpriced meal.”
“My pleasure Elle, I hope I can take you out in London some time, there are some great places there or LA.”
“Maybe.” She gave a small smile. “I am not exactly Hollywood.”
“Two Disney movies are fairly Hollywood.” He gave another grin back. “How is Paul about all of this, shouldn’t you spend time with him when you’re home?”
“Paul is in Africa at the moment. He goes for a couple of weeks every other year as part of a Doctors Without Borders thing. He won’t be back for at least another fortnight.”
“That’s noble of him.”
Danielle nodded. “Yes, it is.” There was a proud smile on her face that caused Tom’s stomach to sink. “So what’s next for you, movie star?”
“Well, thankfully Ragnarok is over, so I am waiting to see if there needs to be any reshoots, then I have a few more ad campaigns to shoot too.” He began.
“Are you home for Christmas?”
“Definitely, you?”
“Four days.”
“Yikes.” He gave a small grimace. “Need a lift from the airport?”
“Isn’t that usually my line?” She smiled back.
Tom chuckled. “Usually, yeah.” Danielle bit her bottom lip as she smiled. “Elle…” she glanced back at him, taking Tom’s breath away.
“We have a small issue.” Diana declared quietly as she came back to them. “You’ve been spotted, darling.” She informed Tom.
“Shit.” Tom leant back. “I’m sorry Elle.” He rose from the chair. “Walk out the door with mum, and walk to the car, I’ll see you there.”
Not entirely sure what to do, Danielle just nodded and got to her feet. “Darling,” she looked to Diana, “Just ignore them and pretend they are not there.”
As Danielle walked out of the restaurant, she realised that was far easier said than done; as a camera flashed at her time and again, the bright light of which blinding her. From what she had seen beforehand, it was only three men, but it felt as though fireworks were erupting around her over and over as they shouted random questions at her and Diana.
“Mrs Hiddleston, did you really approve of Taylor, or was that all part of the act?”
“Mrs Hiddleston, does this girl meet your approval?”
“Are you the girl Tom left Taylor for?”
“Did Tom cheat on Taylor with you?”
“Are you the obsessed paramedic?”
Danielle swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest at what they were saying. “Gentlemen, please.” Relief filled her as Tom’s voice from behind them.
“Tom, are you worried about what Taylor will write and sing about you in her next album?”
“Who is the girl Tom, did you leave Taylor for her?”
“I am just having dinner with family, nothing of note, so please, let us enjoy our evening,” Tom asked politely.
“Taylor is saying you cheated on her, what have you to say to that Tom? Is this the girl you cheated with?”
“She is nothing to do with any of this, she is just a friend.”
Danielle just kept walking, passed Tom’s car, and passed the side of the street, her paces fast, and her head down. She thought she heard Tom calling her back, but she kept going, arms tucked in around her. To her relief, the photographers seemed more interested in following the celebrity and not her, so she walked along, sobering up as she went.
She made her way to the taxi depot not too far from the restaurant and asked for a cab, doing everything in her power to not show how upset she was. When she got to her house, she cursed, she had no idea where her purse was, her house keys, phone and money were inside.
A mixture of relief and dread filled her when Tom came out of his mother’s driveway, her purse in hand. He ran straight to the driver’s window and handed him fifty pounds. “Keep the change.” He smiled at the thrilled man before running to Danielle’s door and opening it for her. “Elle.” She took her purse from his hand and walked to her door. “I’m sorry Elle.”
“It wasn’t your fault.” She stated, not looking at him.
“Elle please, look at me.” He begged, following her to her door. “They say that stuff to get a reaction.”
“I gave them none.” She answered coolly.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Why would I be, you did nothing wrong, you brought me for a nice dinner, you came out to try and get them away.”
“Then I don’t understand.”
The words ‘She’s just a friend’ repeated in Danielle’s head. It had never hurt her as deeply before, she knew she would never be anything other than that to him, but Tom physically saying the words hurt. “I just need to get some rest; the wine did me no favours.”
“Why didn’t you come home with us?”
“I wouldn’t have appeared as ‘just a friend’ if I went home with you, would I? That would have added fuel to the fire.”
“Elle, I…I had to say that, they would hound you otherwise.”
“What do you mean ‘had to say that’ that’s all we are, isn’t it? I mean, we’re friends, nothing else, it wasn’t a lie.” she snapped.
Tom felt as though he had taken a kick to the gut. “I…”
“What Tom? What? We’re friends, nothing else; you are the big movie star with blonde, statuesque starlets at your beck and call. Of course they got curious when they saw you with me, I’m nothing like that, I’m no one, the idea that after being with one of the most wealthy and renowned women in the music industry to well, short, plain and anonymous, they must have thought you were having a sort of breakdown.”
“Elle…you’re…”
“Nothing, I’m faceless, and I’m actually okay with that.” her tone was becoming more high pitched as she became more upset.
“You are not ‘nothing’,” Tom argued. “You’re brilliant.”
“Tom.”
“No, you are brave, strong, independent, perfect.” Tom came up close to her, his chest almost against hers. “Elle, you are so much more than what you think you are.” He tucked a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear. “Why can’t you see that?”
“Tom…” she was about to argue with him when Tom leant forward and pressed his lips to hers, silencing her.
For a few moments, Danielle’s mind short-circuited, leaving her silently staring at him, as he tried to deepen the kiss, she reacted in kind, enjoying the feeling of his strong lips against hers, the smell of his cologne filling her nostrils, sending her stomach in a knot with anxious excitement. But when his hand came to her cheek, and he sighed in contentment; she came to her senses. “Tom.”
“Elle.” His voice ghosted against her lips.
“We can’t.”
“Why not?” he groaned when she pulled back from him.
“Tom, you need to leave.”
“Elle.”
“Please.” She swallowed hard, her voice breaking, “Please leave.”
“Elle.”
“Please, Tom.” There was no disguising the upset in her voice.
Heartbroken, Tom nodded and turned from her doorstep, looking at her again when he had taken a few paces. “I’m sorry Elle, I shouldn’t have…and Paul.”
Danielle said nothing with regards to her breakup with the doctor; she only nodded before turning the key in the door and walking inside, closing it behind her and allowing her heartbreak to take over at her pushing away Tom. It had been a mistake on his behalf, surely. She had no idea why he had done it, but she was not what he looked for in a woman, and she knew it. She would never be good enough for him, and she needed to accept that.
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dumdeeedum · 5 years
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This Tati Westbrook shit is disturbing.
I’ve been out of the loop on beauty drama for quite a while now, honestly, because I outgrew it and find it to be really toxic, but it was weird to see this pop up today because I did used to watch and enjoy Tati Westbrook’s content up until a few years ago when she started fucking around and wanting to be part of the young youtube gang and hanging out with Jeffree Star, yikes. Too much for me.
Weirdly this seems to be a different take on the situation but no one finds it odd that Tati Westbrook, a 37 year old woman (35 at the time based on the information I sort of have), befriended a teenager, held on to all this information and resentment about how shit this kid with a brain that hasn’t even fully developed yet was, all the while remaining friends with him, and then aired it all out when they fell out? No one? 
If she were a man and James Charles was a 19 year old teenage girl would it be different? I’m really wondering. Because I find all of this fucking weird and to be a really bad look for Tati as the adult in the situation.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like James Charles, I can’t even stand the sound of the kid’s voice. But I’m also well aware, as an adult woman, that 1) I’m not and shouldn’t be his target audience and 2) that if people our age had had social media at his age we’d have a lot to regret and be embarrassed about too. It doesn’t mean he’s a good person but it doesn’t necessarily mean he’s an utter piece of a irredeemable shit either, he’s just a teenager with a teenager’s narcissism, too much influence, and too much money. There’s a lot of failures happening here but they’re not all his. He’s said some way out of line shit but maybe that’s where an adult willing to befriend him for some inexplicable reason should have stepped in with their wisdom or backed off when they didn’t like what they were seeing. 
But let me be clear, her befriending a 17-year old kid has never been appropriate in my opinion, period, unless you’re in some mentoring program or something you have no business as a 35+ year old person befriending teenagers, and she’s proven, in part, why. When you mentor someone you don’t interweave your lives the way she did with this kid, there are clear boundaries in place to prevent the child from being hurt or manipulated in any way and perhaps from making sure weird adults don’t suddenly put too much stock in the relationship.
I’m not seeing anything awesome and heroic about Tati Westbrook making a near hour-long video dragging a child she used to be friends with with all this information she’s had about him for a while, that’s just gross and weird. She ought to be embarrassed and people ought to be side-eyeing the shit out of her given the givens. Leave the kids on youtube alone, Tati, hang out and network with people your own age, and stop being messy, you’re damn near 40!
I don’t care if people drag him, I really don’t, I stay out of it because I simply don’t give enough of a shit about this kid or the beauty community anymore, like I said, it’s become incredibly toxic. 
But I do see based on what I end up hearing about him through the grapevine that he often deserves it based on the shit he says and really people are going to respond to public figures whom insult them or say something off-color or offensive the way they respond. I wish people wouldn’t take such pride in being assholes about it but we can’t control what other people do, right? A person on youtube also chooses to be a public figure and put themselves in a position where people are going to react to them however they react, it is what it is. 
That’s why I have no issues with the way Jasmine Masters, for example, came at James Charles about his trans-phobic comments not too long ago. It seems this kid is forever putting his foot in his mouth, just like a kid. But at the end of the day James Charles at least heard what Jasmine and others were saying (I don’t believe this kid’s apologies, or anyone’s apologies that come with no time to think about and reflect on what they’ve done and why it’s wrong) and even if it takes a while to internalize it, at least he knows what’s up now and hopefully won’t insult the trans community again to his young, impressionable audience.
All of that being said, it’s one thing to respond to someone with as much influence as James Charles saying insulting/off-color stuff about people in marginalized communities with the hopes that he doesn’t repeat the error and learns from it and quite another to have been friends with him as a damn near 40 year old person, knowing all they did about his character flaws and not helping him mentally grow, give me a break. 
This woman ought to grow up and move on.
edit: And let me be clear again because it seems to be escaping people. I don’t like James Charles, I never have, he’s a shitty kid, I don’t like a lot of things about him, I don’t fucking watch him and never did, the very sound of his voice is like nails on a chalkboard to me. I don’t like how entitled he’s always been, that’s never been a secret to me, I don’t like that’s he’s racist, trans-phobic, happily ignorant while he constantly has to apologize for shit he’s done, etc. I don’t like how he fetishizes straight men and somehow thinks his celebrity will overcome their sexual preference, it’s all absolutely not OK. 
But it somehow also didn’t seem to bother Tati until it became clear she wasn’t going to benefit from their friendship and until he “betrayed” her and she went on to cry about it on social media, that’s what she was upset about, not how shit he’s always been. For all her talk of expecting nothing she obviously expected something. He’s always been super problematic but she’s not right here and only one of them is still an underdeveloped child that shouldn’t be on social media with this level of influence.
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rockybalfeatherboa · 5 years
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More B&T headcanons
More hc
-Ted has his haircut bc he pretty much just showed the barber a picture of Dee Dee Ramone
-Bill can (casually) dress pretty well but ted is the one who usually needs,,,a lil help
-he gains a better sense of fashion after high school when he moves in with bill tho
-every time they drink together ted does this lil hip swivel fists up dance when he’s drunk and bill absolutely hates it
-bills mom used to be a bad ass biker gang chick w a lot of tattoos but now she’s in jail,,,she’s really sweet and bill and his dad go to visitation often (sometimes ted tags along and he’s always so excited!! To see !!! mama s. preston esquire !!!!)
-they only have like 2 classes together but they sit with each other at lunch
-they’re both passing English but uhh not too well in everything else
-they’re in and out of detention a lot only sometimes bc they won’t stop talking and giggling during class but mostly bc of tardies
-they have learned how to have basically entire conversations thru facial expressions
-Bill can forge his dad’s signature perfectly and as far as Eugene Preston Esq. knows nothing happens at school
-Ted has a B+ in chemistry bc he cheats his motherfuckin ASS off !!!
-ted loves his dad and capt. Logan loves ted but they just,,,,are very out of touch w each other.. Ted’s dad is super old fashioned (according to the cartoon he’s a republican yikes!) and doesn’t really understand Ted’s personality or the new hip times of San Dimas 1988.. i like to imagine their dynamic like Eric and Red Forman
-both bill and ted place heavy metal and rock as their #1 music taste but synth and gangsta rap come very close
-Bill almost knows an entire cheerleading routine from watching them when they practice
-Ted and Deacon are so cool as brothers they have sworn to never snitch on each other to their dad
-missy is not a dumb hoe!!! Or a gold digger or sugar baby!!!,,,she’s just a super hopeless romantic and falls in and out of love easily, and her charms make men wanna propose to her every one luvs missy she’s so good!!
-ok ppl will admit she’s a lil weird,,,but very cool as well 😎
-Ted had to keep taking the driving test over and over bc he keeps hitting the cones and the only reason he got he license is bc one instructor got so tired of him always bein in the DMV she just passed him anyway
-Bill and ted give each other DIY piercings all the time and the only ones that don’t close up are the ones in their ears and even those got infected (once)
-like for example bill tried to pierce Ted’s nose and they already had enough trouble trying to get the nose ring thru the hole (that was bleeding a lot), but then his body just kinda ,,rejected the (cheap) jewelry over time and the hole closed up in like 2 weeks
-Bill was able to hide his shoulder tattoo from his dad for about half a year before they took a trip to the water park and had to do some explaining real fucking quick
-Ted loves Van Halen and especially David lee Roth and one time got a Charlie horse from trying to do those high kick jumps
-Ted’s dad is the type of guy to stand up in his living room and salute when the national anthem plays on tv and ted and deacon think that shit is so corny
-Bills dad tries so hard to be the hip cool dad bill kinda thinks it’s embarrassing but he loves the freedom he gets
-Bill n ted tried to recruit ppl for Wyld Stallyns but not too many ppl at school were interested and Deacon wasn’t really either.. they weren’t too bummed out bc they have big dreams about getting Eddie Van Halen
-Ted will only let go of a hug if u let go first
-Bill has a major crush on Christina Applegate as Kelly Bundy and pretty much only watches the show for her
-At deacon’s baseball games Capt. Logan is pretty quiet until something good happens then he stands up and goes “thaT’S MY SON!!!!! THATS MY SON!!!!! “
-he gets uncomfortable when ted tried to hug him (bc of old fashioned values about guys hugging and toxic masculinity) but he lets it happen,, ted goes all in while Capt. Logan gives a half hearted hug back but ted is oblivious to this
-Bill has glasses but doesn’t wear em bc his vision isn’t *that* bad but he pulls em out whenever he needs to read a sign from super far way
-before they settled on “Wyld Stallyns” bill and ted have considered the following: Rat Piss (with drawn logo provided by bill of a hand squeezing the piss out of a rat), Silk Angel, Jayne Mansfield’s Head, and Loins o’ Fire,,,,they wanted to be Van Halen so fucking bad
-Deacon jokingly suggested “The Brothers Bonehead” but they were just like shut up Deacon
-Ted could (and absolutely will!) inhale an entire jar of pickles
-same thing for bill but except with Kings Hawaiian bread rolls (were those a thing in the 80s-90s?? ah who cares)
-they’re both ticklish but especially Bill !!!!!
-every Christmas is just a battle of “idk dude what do YOU want?”
-whenever bill gets nervous her gets a slight lisp it’s kinda like the S sounds as a “thzhz” sound but it’s very very unnoticeable unless ur really listening
-Ted’s laugh is the purest sound to touch ur ears,,,heart emoji
-and bill has a lovely singing voice it’s so clear and deep and so nice ted and everyone loves it
-Ted wears a bandana sometimes,,he looks cute ,, just putting that out there
-also ted used to love dinosaurs and reading about them ,, he still does but just doesn’t read about them as much anymore but his love for dinos is still 💯
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rickybowensfever · 5 years
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LOVE SICK (friends to lovers)
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WELCOME ZACH AND KYLIE TO THE WORLD. 
I read a book recently (Kiss Cam by Kiara London) that was the Friends to Lovers trope and this one scene didn't show up, so I decided to add new characters and write this scene myself but now it's a short story.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Zach Perez - High school senior, Spiderman stan, low key, hopless romantic
Kylie Daniels - Also a senior in high school, basically she's a vsco girl, has been best friends with Zach since Kindergarten
Angela Perez - Zach's mother, RN, single parent  
Emily Perez - Zach's sister, currently in med school, 23 years old
Photo Credit: Brandon Woelfel photography. Jess and Gabriel Conte. I do not own the rights to this photo.
SUNDAY NIGHT
Zach is startled awake by a knock on his door, he hears his sisters voice, "Zach? I made some dinner if you're hungry"
"Thanks, I'll be right there" he mutters through the pillow his face is currently in.
"Are you feeling ok? You usually only nap when you're sick" she asked him suspiciously.
"I'm fine. I'm coming" he replied, slowly getting up from his bed.
He couldn't get the conversation from a couple hours ago to stop replaying in his head.
EARLIER...
As they sit on Zach's couch as the credits roll from the movie they just finished watching, Zach takes Kylie's hands in his and looks straight into her eyes.
"Ky...there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about" Zach tells her.
Kylie rolls her eyes at him. "Yeah, I figured since you never want to watch movies and you've been avoiding me all week. Talk" she declares.
Zach trembles as he tries to get the words out. "Uh-um.."
Kylie starts getting annoyed with him and taps her hand on her knee indicating for him to talk.
Zach takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and opens them back up.
"I know we're best friends and you've always said you want nothing more. But, I can't help it anymore. You're my dream girl and I've just been trying to find someone that will replace my feelings for you. But, I haven't felt the same toward a girl I've dated. That's why Amber and I broke up, I don't love her. I love you, Kylie".
Kylie quickly lets go of his hands and her head falls into her face.
"Zach, I can't. You know we can't" she tells him aggressively, grabbing her purse, keys and starts putting on her UGG boots.
"It just won't work. You're my best friend and I don't want to lose that" she croaks as tears start to run down her face.
"Sorry" she mumbles and heads for the door.
Zach stays in his position on the couch and watches her as she slams the front door.    
Zach shakes his head and walks down the spiral staircase to the kitchen for dinner.
"There you are. It's going to get cold if you don't eat it now" Emily told her little brother.
Zach grabs the plate of Penne pasta with tomato sauce his sister prepared for him and sits at the breakfast bar, quietly picking at his food.
"Ooh, Em. Thank you so much for making dinner. It smells great! I'll take some to work. Long shift tonight"
"Mom, it's really nothing. I don't mind!" Emily exclaimed.
Angela took the pasta dish and started scooping some into a Tupperware container.
"Zach" his mother called his name and studied him. "You've been awfully quiet. Is everything okay?" she asked.
Zach nodded. "Yep, just a little tired," he replied.
"Alright" she said and pressed the lid onto the container.
"I have to go now. I'll be home around noon tomorrow. Call the hospital if you need anything"
"Will do!" Emily said. Zach nodded.
Angela kissed her children, took her bags and scurried to the door.
Zach pushed his plate to the center of the table. "Em. Sorry, but I'm not really hungry".
Emily frowned at her little brother. "Okay. This is the last time I'll ask. Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I'm really just tired" he lied. Kylie's words kept replaying in his head.
Zach, I can't. You know we can't.
He couldn't concentrate on anything.
Later that night, Zach sat in bed thinking. He should've known better. There's no way he could go to school the next day. It would be awkward and Kylie would be really cold toward him.
MONDAY MORNING
Zach wakes up the next morning too embarrassed to face an irritated Kylie at school.
His mom went into work at midnight and won't be home until the afternoon.
He hasn't been sick all year, so it should be fine if he stays home.
He dials his mother's number and starts coughing into the speaker as he hears her pick up.
"Zach? Is everything ok?"
"Mom..." he says in a raspy voice and sniffles.
"Are you okay?" she asks, now hearing the concern in her voice.
" I feel really sick. I barely slept last night and I think I have a fever. Can I stay home from school?" he says and starts coughing again.
"Oh, of course. I knew something was wrong last night before I left. I'll let Em know. You just get some rest, drink fluids and there's a thermometer and some Advil in the medicine cabinet in the hall bathroom. I'll be home around noon" his mother declares.
"Thanks. Love you" he says into the phone and ends the call.
Yes!  Zach whispers to himself.
Zach lies his head down onto his pillow and begins to text his friend, Dominick who he and Kylie carpool to school with.
Z: Sick with a fever staying home sry
D: Damn alright. I'll just pick up Kylie then. Feel better bro
Z: thanks
Zach leans over to the radiator by his bed and places his forehead up to the furnace to fake a fever.
Then, he hears a knock on his door and his older sister, Emily walks into his room and he lies back in his bed, letting out a train of coughs.
Emily winces as she hears her brother coughing.
"Hey, Mom called and said you're feeling sick?" she asks him.
"Yeah, I think I have a fever" he mumbled.
She takes the back of her hand and feels his forehead.
"Oh wow. You're burning. Let me take your temp" she says as she shows him the thermometer in her hand and places it in his ear and waits for it to beep.
Once the thermometer beeps, she reads it to her brother. "Yikes. 101.2 I have to leave for my internship at the hospital. I'll be back around dinner time. Text if anything changes or if you need anything. I knew something was up last night. You were really not acting like yourself. Get some rest and drink plenty of fluids. I'll bring up some Advil and water before I leave" she says in a strict tone.
"Thanks" he says.
"I'll be right back" she says and exits her brothers room.
Zach rolls over to his side and within minutes, trying to go back to sleep. He hears Emily's footsteps in his room and feels extra weight as she places a cold rag on his forehead and quietly leaves his room, closing the door.
"Hey, I left some Advil and this should help bring your fever down. Get some rest, feel better" she whispers and exits her little brothers room.
Once she's left, he grabs his phone and takes a selfie of himself to post to his Instagram story with sick emoji attached, so Kylie will see it.
Then, he falls back to sleep. Setting an alarm for 11:30am so he'll be ready for is mom to get home.
Kylie's POV
"He's definitely faking, Dom!" she exclaims as she shoves her phone in his face showing the photo of Zach on his Instagram story.
"Dunno. He looks pretty sick to me" Dominick says and shrugs.
"No, he didn't want to face me after last night. He said he loves me!" she exclaimed.
This makes Dominick start cackling and he shakes his head.
"Girl, you're oblivious. He's been in love with you since kindergarten" he tells her.
This makes Kylie roll her eyes, she slams her hand on her knee and says,"I'm flattered, but it won't work. It'll only change our friendship and I don't want that" she explained.
Dominick just nods his head as he puts his car in park in the school parking lot. "Suit yourself" he tells her.
Kylie reads Dominick's current text message from Zach in the cafeteria for lunch.
Dude, can you get my homework? I'm prob gonna miss a couple of days.
"That's it!" Kylie exclaims. "I'm going straight over to his house after school, he was fine last night. He's definitely faking!" she says, getting angry at the fact that Zach is skipping just to ignore her.
"Eh, I don't know. I think he's actually sick. I don't know why you're so hung up about this" Dominick says and shrugs as he bites into his turkey sandwich.
Kylie grabs Dominick's phone out of his hands and starts to text Zach.
Man. How sick are you? Kylie writes.
Pretty sick. I feel like shit, think I have the flu or somethin Zach writes back.
Kylie's face is bright red as she silently reads Zach's text message.
"The flu, he says!" she scoffs and throws her hands in the air.
"We'll see about this" she says.
Dominick just shakes his head, rolling his eyes and yanked his phone from her hands.
Around 11:30 am, Zach's alarm goes off.
He feels strange. Fatigued, a killer headache, chills and his body is aching all over. He takes the rag that is dangling from his forehead and places it beside him on his bed.
He presses the back of his hand to his forehead and feels his fever is still lingering from this morning. He notices he's gotten warmer and grabs the nearest thermometer, places it in his ear until it beeps.
"102.0″ it reads.
Fuck. He whispers and lets out a groan. He didn't mean to actually get sick.
Then, he turns on his XBox to watch Netflix on his TV and chooses the animated movie, Spider-man: Into The Spider-verse and takes another photo for his Instagram story. This time of the Netflix screen loading while he's clearly lying in bed.
      Moments later, he hears the sound of front door shut, his mother dropping her keys on the counter and her footsteps as she heads up to his bedroom.
As she opens the door, Zach turns his head towards the door and lets out a few coughs.
"Hey sweetie. Feeling any better?" his mother asks.
"No" he groans. "Fever's up and I can't stop coughing″
"Aww" she says as she feels his forehead for herself.
"Ooh, yeah. You're burning. The cold rag must not have helped, then?" she asks him.
He just nods.
"Alright. Well I'll grab a new one. Have you ate? You want some toast?"
"Uh, sure" he says in a yawn.
Minutes go by, Zach's mother comes back to his room with a glass of water, a plate with toast and opens the Advil bottle sitting on his nightstand.
She hands him two Advil and a glass of water. "Take this, now" she demands. "I don't want you to get any worse" her voice strict now.
Zach nods, sits up in bed and takes the Advil and washes it down with the water. Then, lies back in bed covering himself in his dark gray fleece blanket and comforter.
"I'm going to get some rest. Work kicked my ass today.  I'll come check on you later. Love you" she says and kisses his hot forehead.
About an hour later, Zach wakes up shivering and a coughing fit ensues. He glances at his phone that is lighting up on his nightstand and grabs it, lying back in bed. The phone reveals an Instagram message notification from Kylie.
Kylierosexo replied to your story
hope you're feeling better 💞
Zach scoffs and drifts back to sleep.
...
Later, Zach wakes up to muffled voices from downstairs.
"Hey, Ky! Thank you so much for bringing his homework by"
Zach swore he was getting delirious. There was no way Kylie was there.
His plan had worked.
"Yeah, he's upstairs, in bed. Try not to get too close, he has been running a high fever all day. Poor thing".
Then, he hears footsteps and his door opens.
"Hey..." she whispers.
Zach lets out a train of coughs and lets out a "Hi" in between them.
"What happened? You were completely fine last night" she asks, glaring at his flushed face with a hand on her hip.
Zach shrugged. "Got sick overnight. I feel like shit " he mumbled.
Kylie takes the back of her hand and feels his warm forehead.
Kylie frowns. "Aw, you are sick".
Zach looks at her confused.
"Why? You didn't believe me?" he barked.
Caught off guard, Kylie stumbles on her words, "Oh, no I believe you now. I thought it was just a little unexpected. That's all".
Zach rolls his eyes and only says, "Cool".
"Zach... I'm sorry I didn't believe you"
"Whatever. What are you actually doing here?" Zach asks her in a frustrated tone meanwhile another coughing fit breaks out.
Kylie winces.
"Aw. Do you need anything?" she asks with a pout.
"Yeah, I need you to tell me why you're here" he demands.
"Zach, you're being a dick" Kylie tells him, raising her eyebrows.
"First, because I'm a GOOD friend and I saw your Instagram stories and I wanted to check on you to see if you were doing okay. Second, I wanted to talk ...about...yesterday" she tells him, hovering over his bed.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to be a dick. I just really feel super sick.  My whole body fucking aches and this fever is kicking my ass. What did you wanna talk about? I heard you loud and clear. Just friends" he says as he tries to make himself more comfortable in his bed.
"Zach. We've been best friends for thirteen years now. I love our friendship and I don't want to mess it up. I'm scared" she says gently to the boy with bright pink cheeks.
He groans and clears his throat.
"I'm delirious right now. So I'm sorry for whatever dumb shit I say. But are you trying to tell me something?" he asks, looking up at her with his brown, glassy eyes.
Kylie smiles and nods. She sits on the edge of the boys bed and runs her hand through his wet hair, full of sweat and kisses his forehead.
"Yes, silly. I love you too and I'm very sorry for the way I acted. I really shouldn't have stormed out like that. Our friendship is so special. But, I would also make a great girlfriend" she says and flips her hair.
Zach lets out a laugh that turns into a coughing fit.      
"I think so too. I'm sorry I was mean to you" he apologized.
"Oh, you're fine. I'm used to it. You being mean to me" she said humorously.
"Ugh, seriously? You're going to roast me while I'm on my deathbed? Thanks, a lot" he replied.  
Kylie laughed at him "Oh, you're so dramatic. You just have a cold"
"Yeah, a cold that is probably going to kill me" Zach declared while frowning at her.
"So...am I your girlfriend now?" she asked with puppy eyes.
"Oh. Ky. We're going to have to discuss this when I don't have an 102 degree fever. Cause right now I want to say hell yeah. But, I need to consult healthy me, first"
"Alright that's fair" she said then got silent and looked around the room.
"Uh.. you can come cuddle if you want? But it's cool if you don't" Zach finally said.
Kylie smiled. "I would like that. Just don't get me sick"
"No promises" Zach said, pulling her onto the bed with him, lying his warm head on her chest.
They resumed the rest of the movie and Zach instantly fell asleep.
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lasermagnets · 6 years
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Story Time: World’s Worst Date?
This happened in May, but I think about it all the time and I want to record just how bad it was before old age blesses me to forget it happened.
It was the night before my last two finals: physics and physics. I made a coffee date with this kid from tinder because I had never been on a date and I just wanted to see what it was like. He was an engineering student from a nearby college and I thought it would be cool to talk to someone also interested in physics like I was/am. I stayed up all night studying (rookie freshman) for my finals and we planned to meet at like 7 PM because my last final went until 5:30. He was I think 30 minutes late. If not 30 then at least 15 minutes because he got lost thinking he didn’t need his GPS once he got to the town. This kid pulls up in his family car. A mini cooper. He was dressed like an absolute idiot, I’m not even going to try to sugar coat it. It was brown checkered/gingham knee length shorts with a dingy ass beige t-shirt. I wore mascara for this. Needless to say, all coffee shops were closed as they should be and we went to Panera Bread instead. Before that though, this big city kid comes to my town of 10,000 people asking if we have any small shops or literally any other options besides Starbucks. Clearly the answer was no. Once we were in the car he asks me how I want him to drive on a scale of 1-10 because apparently mini coopers do that. I say a six and he says “oo okay.” Him, not knowing how to drive stick shift tells me that driving stick shift is so much fun and that I should learn. Okay. Also found out shortly after that he’s the type of person that speeds down school zones because he can’t read numbers either. He assures me he’s a really good driver. We were both in car accidents this year. He asks at the beginning of all this if I want to see a movie after this and boo boo the fool me says sure. 
We get to Panera and he orders food: a broccoli and cheddar bread bowl. I ordered a smoothie because the original plan was coffee. Not trying to stray from the agenda at this point. When he gestures to me to order I asked if he was paying and he shrugged and in a nonchalant voice said “It’s only a smoothie.” Right. We sit down and get our food. He says he loves the bread bowl and he eats it every time. This boy talked for 2 straight hours. I maybe said 2 things. In 2 hours. 2. things. A highlight was: 
Southern people have accents because they’re uneducated
Making conversation, I say that I want to go see A Quiet Place because they use American Sign Language etc. I told him on tinder that I knew sign language and somehow we got to him saying “Isn’t sign language universal?” Like he would know. Like he knows even one version of sign language. I educate this boy on how they’re developed independently of each other because of how communities come about and he tells me that he gets it, it’s just variations. Right, just like how Latin is derived from Ancient Chinese. I’m going on about deaf culture to him at this sad little booth at Panera and I say that “there’s a stigma in deaf culture where people think all deaf people are-” he cuts me off here to say “stupid.” Thanks for the contribution. I couldn’t finish one fucking sentence for these two hours and at his piss poor attempt to relate to me insults my culture as a coda. Nice, going gr8 at this point. And it is true that deaf people are portrayed as less intelligent because of how they speak, but that’s not where I was going at all considering we were talking about monster movies. Just his absolute confidence in his answer, like yes, this is what she was going to say, I know this to be true. He asks me if my mom can drive, because she’s deaf. How does she pull over for police or ambulances. How does she function.
He’s asking me if I’ve ever been out of the country, etc, rich kid stuff, I’m saying no and I say that the only time I’ve been in a plane was to go skydiving. He says that he’d “love to jump out of his friend’s plane, because she has one, with a parachute” and I’m like I don’t think you can legally do that like you need a certain amount of jumps tandem before they let you do it solo, and you need to release your parachute at a certain altitude all this stuff because I actually did this, not him. He looked at me like I was the dumbest person he’d ever seen in his life, but really I was just a woman. Head tilted, eyes squinted, smiling, trying to be nice, then compares it to base jumping. I ask him if base jumping is usually from 13000 feet. And it doesn’t even matter if you could do this and survive, whatever. The point here is that he didn’t trust me or my knowledge for one second and the disbelief was unreal.
He said that he did a short internship at a research lab and that he would watch them build this “really cool thing,” collect their data and then just dissemble it. Then told me his concern was why they were tearing it down when they should be worrying about how to make profit off of this. Sounds like a business major in a physic major skin to me... He asked me why I didn’t want to be an engineer anymore and I said that my teacher in high school said he was one for years and years and was miserable as an engineer because it’s a desk job. He said “oh yeah, I guess, but that’s why I want to go into civil engineering and be out in the field” I told him my teacher was a civil engineer. 
Finally, two hours later, after 9 PM and he says “do you want to go?” And at this point I’m dragging through the desert of conversations, listening to him go on and on about his life, the driest conversations. I’ve also been awake for over 35 hours, too, and I have to pack my room to move out the next day. He asks if I still want to see the movie, but after this shit show I’m really not doing it. I told him no because I had two finals, stayed up all night, still have to pack and yanno sleep. He looked a little desperate at this point, his eyes widened and he said in a defensive tone, “Well you can sleep-” but cut himself off before he could say sleep in the movie theater. Yikes.
When we’re leaving Panera, the front door is locked, we’ve been there that long. Instead of approaching a salesperson like a regular. human. being. He starts yelling “EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME WE’RE LOCKED OUT,” with the most worried face thinking that he’s really going to die in this panera bread. That’s when I knew country club server boy has never worked a real retail job. I was so fucking embarrassed when this happened I was glad no one was in that Panera Bread on a Tuesday night. The nice Panera bread worker leads us to a side door, where it is unlocked. We’re walking to his car and he’s really talking down to the last possible moments. I have my hand on the car door handle waiting for him to just fucking open it and he’s standing outside persistent to tell his story about the drunk Russian people to the very end. 
When we’re finally finally driving back he really asks me if I’ve ever fallen asleep in a movie theater like he is still on this. I tell him no because I pay to be there. We’re driving on this diamond interchange and he’s literally nutting at the sight of it, he’s like “Oh, I know what this is! I saw it in a presentation!” I said “It must’ve been some presentation,” as an final prayer to god to smite me dead right then and there. Mr. Good driver runs a red light, and when I tell him that he says “oh, sorry, I didn’t see it” bitch I got an astigmatism and I still saw it. He drops me off, I glance at him because he’s talking and open the door to begin the recovery stages of grief. He’s still talking. I’m standing outside his car for maybe 15 seconds before just shutting it right in the middle of a sentence. I walked away, opened tinder, unmatched, and deleted the app.
He didn’t even finish the bread bowl.
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