#or how many times I had to say 'I'm sorry my ears are clogged and i can't hear anything'

[yanderecandystore]

Hi I'm brazilian, sorry if my english is wrong. But I can order a yan with a sweet wizard boy where he lives in a house made of candy and attracts people for him to devour, I don't know if you've read the story of the brother grimms, of Hansel and Gretel (or Br: João e Maria). How about this concept?

I'm so sorry but I struggled with this one so bad, I made so many versions of this but always fucked up at the candy house part 💀 (I couldn't imagine how to write the reader getting inside, or even finding it even though it was supposed to be the most obvious part lmao) It's very short 👉👈

Also lmao your English is great boo, welcome to the candy store, thank you for sharing with me this idea! It was actually pretty funny how challenging I thought it was X'D

TW/Tags: a little sadistic/more dehumanizing yandere // mentions of: weird/abusive family dynamics; cannibalism; drugging; kidnapping; gore; severed body parts; the usual yandereness although without the soft/lovey fluff I usually write // delusional (he is as sweet as someone who who eats humans could be- I want to write more but I kept messing up so much I died ⚰️)

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Pumpkin Pie [Yandere!M!Cannibal!Wizard/Witch x GN!Reader - Scenario (?)]:

You were having tea inside a colorful house, your vision was very blurry and your ears felt clogged, and to make things harder to understand there was a heavy and pretty mixed up smell of sweets and candies, overwhelming your nostrils… You don't remember when or how you got in, or why, but the tea was nice so you kept drinking.

You were having a nice time with a stranger who you don't really remember the name of… He wore a weird suit for your town's weather, actually it was just off in general… But you thought it looked nice…

He smiled at you blissfully, clearly having a good time… You felt like you were having a good time as well… You like to think so.

Okay, to be honest you couldn't feel a single thing, your legs were numb and you felt like your head was way too heavy to move it around. You barely felt awake at all. So you just assumed it was probably a strange dream, after all you didn't know this man, right?!

He was talking to you… You didn't understand what he was saying, the smell of something tasty was being baked… Pumpkin pie maybe…? How long have you gone without one of those? Your father didn't like how much sugar you ate, so you were restricted to only a few sweets… But he probably wouldn't be mad about one slice of pumpkin pie, right?

The man patted your head endearingly as he smiled at you, he seemed to not care much about how you weren't paying attention at all… You thought that was sweet of him considering you were always considered an airhead by your family.

… Speaking of them- Shouldn't you go home soon? I mean, this is very pleasant and all but you don't remember how long you've been here and the things that happened beforehand feel like a blur… Your family had a curfew and you didn't want to get in trouble again for breaking it.

Ah, but what could you do? You were just so curious about the forest beside the mansion. You secretly hoped to see fairies or anything magical whenever you went there, ah, how wonderful it was to escape your responsibilities as middle child for at least a few moments.

Sure, your family was wealthy, a lot better than most people in town, but you wished you didn't have to stay inside all day… Your older siblings would get to work with the family mine business while your younger siblings got to play and study all day long, and you? You were sort of the second servant of the house, there were many expectations placed on you and not enough attention to your interests and dreams…

You already miss Ms. Bell, she is such a nice lady and sadly your only friend in a big almost always empty mansion. Actually, you're not even all that bothered about being a "second servant" because you actually like helping her out.

Ah, sweet Bell… She always told you to be careful out in the woods, people would often go missing, especially people who have zero expertise about finding their way in and out… Ms. Bell, always so caring and wise… If only your family listened to you more like she does…!

While you kept drifting into different topics inside your own head, your vision was starting to come back to you and your ears seemed to get better after a while… Your head was still very heavy and it aches as you look around and notice- This guy has a weird taste for decor! Seriously, there's candy everywhere!! Actually… Was everything MADE out of candy?! What the hell?

Wait, you can hear humming, you can hear him better now, he is singing a nice tune as he gets up and takes care of the pie in his oven.

"You're finally awake, or at least more awake now! I'm sorry for what happened before, the dose I gave you was probably too strong, I guess it is just a habit of mine. Please forgive me." The man said in a joyful way, smiling at you like he did before… His voice was familiar but nothing to really help you remember.

"I guess I haven't introduced myself properly, then again I didn't think you would make it this far- I don't know why but I couldn't bring myself to let you go to waste. You have a very sweet smell and I couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like." He acts as if what he said was a compliment, and you strangely enough nod your head, feeling a little dazed still.

Yeah… but, what was he talking about? This conversation was weird and it was starting to worry you a little bit.

He brought to the table you were sitting on his pie so it could cool down while you two chatted, and filled the table with a plate of muffins and another of small bread. They looked incredible!

"You can eat how many you like! Consider yourself my guest, it's actually very nice to have someone over after such a long time…" He sat down in front of you and started to pour you more tea.

"I think it's clear to see I don't really do this, well, my name is Zirick, and this is my house! Don't worry, I'm not mad about what you did earlier, it happens all the time! And of course, my house was pretty much made for it, ya know?"

You didn't understand what he meant, so you told him your name and apologized for not only not remembering what you did but also for doing something that would offend him.

"Oh Pumpkin, it's okay! It's my fault your head is as empty as my cup of tea- My spell was supposed to just knock you out but I guess it was a little too strong and in return made you lose a few memories! But don't worry it'll come back eventually…"

"What I'm talking about is that you stumbled around my land and… Well, after seeing my house you couldn't help but want to take a bite off my walls! But I fixed them already so that's fine."

What? He knocked you out with a spell?? For eating his walls?! That entire sentence didn't make sense to you, you would never randomly eat someone's walls!! Even if they were delicious and even if you… do remember snacking on them… a little bit…

Ugh your mind was a flurry of thoughts, it was like different ingredients being violently mixed together and not mixing well! (Heh, cake comparison! You sure he would have loved to hear that one).

Well, invading someone's property like that was not a good thing but you weren't sure if knocking them with a spell or two was a good way to deal with an intruder… Still, you apologized and said you were going to find a way to pay him for his sweet wall. He waved you off laughing to himself.

"Oh but human money is worthless to me, and besides you have already paid me- Oh! Speaking of which, I just have to make sure this pie tastes good- I would offer you but I don't think it would taste, little Pumpkin."

He started to cut himself a slice… It was very red and meaty for a "pumpkin" pie, yet it smelled like one to you… And to him too.

Your senses were starting to get to you, you started to feel worried as the man was staring at you expectantly, you looked around and saw a peppermint clock on the wall, it marked 10 and you were sure by the darkness outside the window it meant 10p.m. You tried to get up and excuse yourself, after all you needed to get home soon or your family would end up getting mad at you.

But before you could actually walk away, you fell hard into the ground. You noticed you weren't feeling your legs properly, that's because one of them was missing.

"Don't roll away now, you're my guest today, remember? And besides, how far can you go without help, silly?" Zirick came to your aid very quickly and helped you get back to the chair immediately.

You tried to push him away, you bit him, you slapped him and even tried to kick him with one leg- It didn't work, he still knew how to tranquilize you into going back to your dreamland…

"Shh… Ah, how sad. All my guests get like this… You're a little fiesty for such a sweet Pumpkin, but I somehow can't get enough of your company, perhaps when you wake we can start again…"

He licked his dirty, bloodied fork eagerly. Normally he would have turned you into a massive pie but he wasn't THAT hungry and surely just a leg would be enough, and you were adorable walking around in the woods like a little adventure! He couldn't help but trick you into coming closer and eating a piece of his house- He needed a reason to get you inside of course, an eye for an eye, as they would say.

He isn't sure how he'll go about this but he likes your company, especially when you're too dazed to have any inhibitions or sense of privacy when talking to him! He could hear you sleepily mumble for hours, you were just so sweet to talk to, and to taste!

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#yandere #yandere oc #choco stuff #a sweetheart asked: #yandere x reader #yandere cannibal #yandere wizard #yandere witch #yandere male #yandere male x reader #gn!reader #yandere!cannibal x reader #yandere!wizard x reader #special delivery request #special delivery scenarios #special delivery headcanons

[fixa-ryeter]

Rating Songs Based On How Fun or Torturous or Easy etc etc They Are To Sing With a Cold

because i’m tired of memorising leaf structures and i like singing. don’t claim to be good at it. i’m decent though. i have a bitching cold right now and breathing is difficult so. i wanted to document this.

p.s. sounding good/decent/bad is written while taking into account that i have a cold. L for me i guess

Gray (sajou no hana) - 10/10 - ok this was nice. this was fun. it sounded decent to me despite my nose being as congested as the traffic in KL over here. so woo! it truly does make you push high notes in regular voice bc blocked nose = bye bye half of your falsetto range

Memosepia (sajou no hana) - 6/10 - ow on the high notes. still kinda easy for how relatively quick this song is. i mean, it's kind of difficult for me to enunciate quickly and clearly when i have a cold so that considered, not a TERRIBLE experience

Inferno (Mrs. Green Apple) - 7.2/10 - low notes on the pre-chorus were a pain but that's as usual so nothing new. sounded decent. surprisingly easy to switch from high to low in the chorus. it was fun though so i don't mind

如果我們不曾相遇 (Mayday/五月天) - 7/10 - this song is a nostalgia banger so it gets extra points <3 it was pretty ok and i could juuuust reach the low notes too so i don't mind it. it's fun and didn't sound too bad

99 (MOB CHOIR) - 7/10 - i'm sorry half of these are mob psycho songs but this was a shuffled playlist i promise BUT not bad not completely torturous quite fun. 'mitsuuukaru daaaROOOUUUUU' (my favourite part) is still manageable so points for that too

勁歌金曲 (Leo Ku/古巨基) - 7.8/10 - yep the 10 minute medley of canto/mando pop classics. i think literally the only reason why points are taken off is because of enunciation difficulties and low note difficulties (torture) but I LOVE THIS SONG!! or songs? is a medley a song or a songs. i know not

Renai Circulation (Kana Hanazawa) - 8/10 - listen man i haven't watched bakemonogatari i am sorry. but also somehow this song was nice with a blocked nose like. surprisingly pleasant and not a pain. for positive shock factor it gets points

残酷な天使のテ—ゼ (Yoko Takahashi) - 6/10 - ok this one wasn't bad. it was ok-sounding. it was. still kinda fun though. because i like this song. props to the song. i love this song

餓狼傳說 (Jacky Cheung/張學友) - 8/10 - yeah ok can't blame this song for being a fucking banger and fun to sing at the same time. sounded good. blocked nose has almost nothing on this. it should be higher actually. let's make it a 9/10 instead

火红的萨日朗（要不要买菜）- 5/10 - nothing against the song itself because it's nice to listen to but. it was just plain boring to do. had to switch between octaves but. it's what i do anyway. there was. no challenge and no additional fun. nice song still though

Cobalt (MOB CHOIR) - 2/10 - before i say anything I LOVE SANA-SAN'S VOICE. OK. i am so in love with both her voice and this song. makes me go ham every time. i love Cobalt with all my heart. that said. PAIN. PAIN. ITS TOO FAST. TOO MANY QUICK NOTE PATTERNS. my nose did not allow me to catch up with any of this and it sounded HORRENDOUS. NO FUN, ONLY TORTURE, SOUND BAD, NO.

Empires (Lamya) - 8/10 - somehow this was pleasant, fun, manageable, and the song is a beauty anyway. i can't do Lamya justice, cold-inflicted or not, but it sounded surprisingly good to my ears (again considering my nose is clogged like overused toilet.) good fun

so that's all yeah i did this for absolutely no reason i just thought it would be fun and it was. i like to blabber. did you know that. now you do. thank you for coming to my ted talk

#singing #i guess? #i am sick #i am rambling #i don't know what to tag this as #ryan is delirious guys! #not really i'm not #but yeah this cold #i already had it like a week before and it just came back for some reason #i sure hope it goes away #soon #like real soon #thanks to the 2 people who will see this

[74flawsasofyesterday]

I feel like if I just keep blowing my nose something will eventually pop/jar inside my head and I’ll be able to hear again. That or I’ll rupture something and die. It’s really a win-win at this point. 

I do feel like I can hear a *tad* bit better. BUT, it could be that screaming children is the only frequency I can pick up.

#the jury is still out #you know when you're in a plane #and your ears need to pop #that's how I have been feeling 24/7 for a full week #do you have any idea how many customers scared the shit out of me yesterday? #how many customers I just smiled at and nodded because I had no idea what they were saying #or how many times I had to say 'I'm sorry my ears are clogged and i can't hear anything' #then they proceed to just keep talking like I didn't just tell them I couldn't hear #so glad to be off today #*puts Beats on and listens to music because it's the only time my ears feel normal* #anyhoop #this got lengthy

[igotathingforvampires]

Marcus x F!Human Reader | A Tug of Fate | Wildest Dreams Taylor Swift Inspo Babble

TRIGGER WARNING: CANONICAL TALK OF WANTING TO UNALIVE DUE TO LOSS

CANON DIVERGENT: DIDYME IS NOT MURDERED BY ARO BUT KILLED IN RAID

It was a rather bleak day, granted every day was bleak if it was Marcus' opinion. He didn't need sleep, hadn't for the last six thousand years, though the last thousand had made him want to close his eyes and not wake up.

If he had his way-- which he wouldn't thank to his blasted-- loving-- albeit pushy brothers and sisters.

Marcus was of the mind that after living as long as he did, once you lost your anchor there was no point in one even being here. And ever since she was gone. Lost to him and the world in an array of violence and diamond dust ash. He hadn't had the ability to even fathom a world without her.

And so, he had trudged, along and quiet, alone and miserable, weighted by the thousands of years of killing, betrayal, ruling, and chaos. But the one thing that had been a constant was the sweetest voice in the world calling his name.

As he stared out at Volterra from his rooms, he exhaled an unneeded breath, it was utterly bleak-- truly so. How was he supposed to keep going, for what another thousand, maybe more if humans didn't obliterate them all with their nuclear nonsense.

Marcus leaned over and placed his head in his hands staring at his feet. There it was again that incessant tug that had been happening for the last three days, pulling out his window into the city.

A chain had formed and he had no concept as to where it would lead, this phantom taunting from his own gift. Ghosts of the past, perhaps he was finally losing it.

But then as he turned his head, a flash of a sound.

A bell like laugh followed by words of humor. "Come on, you can't even look in there? Awe! It's so beautiful! Hm...seems kinda familiar..."

The voice trails off-- and the jerk of the chain is painful.

The voice had sounded so disappointed.

Marcus glared at the silence outside his windows past the gardens he and his love had built to the wall where the voice taunted him. Beckoned him, called him like a sailor to the sea to drown his misery in waters of oblivion.

With more determination than he had in a millennia he strode into his closet and got ready in a flash.

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Your hand traces the walls of the gigantic palace like structure, the stone feels-- hm, it's hard to place, in fact this entire place feels just-- familiar.

You had booked a trip out of sheer randomness, flinging a dart at the board and it had landed in Italy, bringing a bigger map you had flung another dart and here you were-- Volterra.

What were the odds that this place had been in your dreams?

No one knew, none of your tour group, none of the people who jostled you along because it was time to check out the plaza and shops.

"I wonder what was in there..." you mutter softly unaware of the eyes watching you carefully till you turn and see a shadow partially covered by a walkway, sunlight carefully filtering through the greenery and terracotta roofing. "Hello?" You call smiling at the tall figure. "Hi! uh sorry I don't speak Italian but are you needing anything?"

The shadow moves back a few steps. You frown, and shrug, "well okay! Bye-bye!" you wave and prance back to your group.

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Marcus had paused, you were not what he was expecting. Watching you in a sun dress with the setting twilight of Volterra glittering off your bangles and sun kissed skin.

He knew you.

But did you know him?

He followed carefully, watching as your group circled the plaza and fountain. Your head turned and caught sight of him, and you froze. Blinking quickly as if to clear your head. "Hi there!" A beaming smile crossed your face, honey eyes gleaming. Oh he knew those eyes. It was impossible to miss the specks of brown and tawny spindles of circles that would glitter with happiness.

Not your red eyes...oh no...not yet...

But did you remember.... you were not who you were...you were a new person... not weighted down by the sorrows of the past, a second chance to a clean slate of happiness....was that the Gods designs?

Had you come back?

Marcus sees you step forward, "excuse me. Do you live here?"

I thought heaven can't help me now Nothing lasts forever....

But this is gonna take me down

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Your stunned. He's utterly beautiful. A tragic beauty you think, Romanesque features, tall build and so utterly still like a Sentinal posted at the gates of eternity waiting-- what was he waiting for...

The man nods, "yes, I am." His voice is pitched deep enough to rattle in your ear drums, and strike something deep in your soul. You're confused for a moment.

"Oh! how lovely, it's a beautiful city! I was about to go to a tour of the--" you pointed at a lovely lady gathering people but he is suddenly right in front of you.

"That is not a good idea, I hear the tour is quite dull."

"Awe...but it's for the Palazzo..." you pout a bit, "is it really that dull?"

He's watching you, as if trying to figure something out, "that is actually where I work, would you like a private tour?"

You smirk, "You're not a serial killer are you?"

He bows, half at the waist, a elegant-- out of time-- movement as he offers you a hand, one that engulfs your hand entirely as it closes on your fingers. "You shall be in the best care cara mia."

You realize he's freezing, and something clicks, another thought that this feels all too familiar. Those onyx eyes, the soft smile on his lips, the light lingering in his gaze as he looks straight into your soul.

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I can see the end as it begins My one condition is...

Marcus has given you a tour of the entire Palazzo, hanging to keep the guard and you separated, and you away from the throne room away from the screams.

But as he comes to the garden he pauses. You're chattering away asking so many questions and tugging on his sleeve. He smiles at the happiness you have-- the bond is there, the same....the bond he had missed, but it's stronger, it's pure and it isn't weighted by the tainting of sorrow or the ever present torture of wanting to leave immortality.

He couldn't make you happy....you had been so bereft with immortality.

How were any of them to know?

But now? Marcus watched as you perused the gardens smiling at all the flowers. The setting sun sparking off auburn and black in your hair.

You glanced over your shoulder at him and smiled.

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

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"Can I ask you something?" you pause and glance at him.

"As I've said you may ask me anything and I shall answer it for you."

"You're going to think I'm crazy." You watch him pause, this mysterious guardian you've acquired. "D-do...do I know you?"

He raises a brow, but you can see it, the twitch of an emotion that is barely held in check.

"I... I feel like I do...and it's odd. I've never been here, I've never met you before but I--" you swallow feeling a deep welling of pain in your heart. "I missed you...." you don't understand and you feel tears clog your throat as you instinctively reach for him.

But he's caught your hand, a desperate, ecstatic look on his face. "I don't even know your name this time...." He whispers as he presses a cold kiss to your palm.

And his voice is a familiar sound Nothing lasts forever....

but this is getting good now

"it's y/n..." you whisper.

A wide smile. "....little one....Do you remember my name?"

You pause, and the answer floats up to your lips like bubbling champagne from a uncorked bottle.

Sweet, drunken, loving, everything, nothing, the world, and the universe wrapped up in heart strings of red.

"Marcus...."

Suddenly you're embraced, a cold kiss to your lips and the empty ache that had presided your whole life in your heart--

Was suddenly gone.

#wildest dreams #Marcus Volturi #Babble Writing

[galaxxiwrites]

I'm here. (ft. Rindou, Akira & Ginsei)

aka I'm spoiling myself here klsfnklfe

prompt: You have a habit of locking yourself off whenever you're feeling down, and the boys want to remind you that they're here for you.

Ginsei

Ginsei noticed that as of late, he's barely ever seen or heard from you. He wants to be understanding and give you your personal space, but the time he does have with you is growing thinner and thinner, and he misses you badly.

Of course, his initial reaction is that you're growing tired of him. It would break his heart and his already frail ego, but he understands if you no longer wanted him. He just wished you would tell him instead of keeping him hanging.

By coincidence, a close friend of yours came to Starless, asking if you've ever been here the past couple of days.

Ginsei is the first one to approach them, telling your friend that you've barely made contact with him. Your friend reaffirms Ginsei's worries, saying that you've ghosted everyone yet again.

Ginsei grows extremely worried at this point. Did something happen to you?

Your friend explains that perhaps you've locked yourself up again, since you did mention that you've been having a rough time lately.

He's surprised, because you never told him anything. He feels regretful that you don't trust him enough to tell him how you're feeling, but he's determined to change that today.

After his shift, he immediately made his way to your place. In hindsight, he probably should have thought of buying you something, but his mind could only think of seeing you again.

He knocks on the door. Once. Twice. Thrice.

It was when he was about to knock for a fourth time that you opened the door. His eyes open wide as he saw you, your eyes red and puffy.

"Princess, what happened?"

You try to play it as having been awoken by his sudden visitation, but the crack in your voice and your nose obviously clogged gave away that you've been crying not long ago.

Ginsei takes your hands in his and give them a small kiss.

"Princess, I'm right here. If anything's troubling you, please tell me. I promised you that I'd always be beside you, but I can only do it if you let me. Please?"

The warmth you felt as he embraced you was so comforting that you ended up crying once more, and Ginsei gladly let you pour your heart out until you were ready to tell him what happened.

Akira

Akira takes action the quickest of these three. It doesn't take long for him to come knocking at your door if you keep ignoring his texts or calls within a day or two.

He'll come to your residence with a box of your favourite chocolates and a stuffed toy from the arcade that you've been eyeing at for a while now.

He knocks and rings the door bell multiple times, but the silence convinces him that you're not there. He decides to give you a call, just to make sure you really aren't home.

To his surprise, he hears your ringtone go off, and it was loud enough for him to believe that you were just on the other side of the door.

"Babe?"

You open the door, greeting him with your head down.

Alarms are going off in his head. Did something happen? Were you hiding something from him? He had many questions, but his words were stuck in his throat.

You then whimpered a small apology before your shoulders tense up. You were...crying as quietly as you could.

He finally gets the strength to ask you what happened as he firmly grasped your arms. He placed a hand on your chin, forcing you to look up at him, and his eyes grew wider as he saw your face.

It looked...exhausted, and it seemed that you've been crying repeatedly.

Akira brings you and himself into your home before embracing you tightly.

"Babe, I'm here for you, okay? And I'll stay here for as long as you want me to."

True to his word, Akira ended up comforting you for so long that it had been too late. You tell him he could sleep over, much to his delight.

The whole night he's taking care of you. He's ordered take out from your favourite restaurant, he gives you the most soothing bath you've had in a while, and singing for you as he dries your hair with a towel.

As you both fall asleep, he whispers in your ears one last time with that soothing voice of his,

"I'm right here for you, babe. So don't go around pushing yourself away from me, okay?"

Rindou

Much like Ginsei, Rindou doesn't take action until after a while. Rindou however, would much rather believe that you've already found a new lover for yourself and so, he never really thought of confronting you about it. He believes you're happier now, and the thought alone was good enough for him.

Team P had noticed how much this affected their leader, who was normally always so composed.

It wasn't until Maica FINALLY got a hold of you did Rindou seem genuinely happy for the first time in a while.

He borrows Maica's phone and darted for the back alley, where he could have some privacy.

His worry skyrockets the second he hears your voice quivering. You apologize to him, and explain why you've been distancing yourself for a while.

His heart was filled with so much regret, and he got mad at himself for thinking you had left him. He was mad at himself for not going and talking to you, especially when you needed him the most.

"My love...I'm sorry. I should have been there for you, but I'll make it up. I'll come visit you later after my shift is over, okay? Please stay strong for me for just a bit longer."

Rindou returned to the rehearsal room looking much more determined, which helped boosted Team P's own morale. And it was good timing too, or else they would have had another horrible show after doing so well so far.

When he finished his shift, Rindou left as quick as he could. He wants to make up for all the lost time between the two of you as quickly as he could.

He rang your doorbell, and the second you open the door you're embraced in a tight hug. It wasn't crushingly tight, but with you crying for the past several hours, it was hard to breath with a clogged off nose.

You tell him that as you push him away a little, and he apologizes.

"I'm right here, right now. And I promise I won't leave you alone again. So, won't you tell me what's bothering you, my dear?"

#im sorry for my simping clown shoes #bsts #blackstar theater starless #bsts ginsei #bsts akira #bsts rindou #bsts headcanons

[mochikeiji]

Mishap Aroma

↠ Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

↠ Warning:tw: perverted person/anxiety attacks, astraphobia slight angst, fluffy fluff with my man.

↬ Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Even the baddest day, week, month or year can have the most sweetest taste of goodness by the end. Especially with the person you love and would scare all of these bad aura away.

⇢ Day 4: CoffeeShop AU

Misfortune— it happens at an unexpected time, event, and place. Whether you find yourself having a good day or moment or already in a tight spot, that bastard comes right in to double the penetration to your problems.

For instance, you were just finishing up your daily chores such as going to the grocery to fill in your empty fridge back home. It was all fine, there weren't much people, the line was short, the cashier was kind and patient as you counted your coins frantically. It was all fine.

And then the weather decided to be a bitch.

It started as a hot sunny day and suddenly as afternoon light peaks in the midst of your way home it started to pour. You didn't mind at first and luckily came in prepared with an umbrella and walked while humming a tune in your head peacefully. It was all alright, enjoying the cold weather and water spraying on your face like a child, that was until clouds started clashing to one another, delivering a loud roar from above that made your feet tumble a little on the ground.

You hated it.

On the corner of a building you ran and knelt down, one hand on your dominant ear, the one that was more sensitive to sound and the other having to deal with your shoulder pathetically protecting it. You searched desperately inside your bag, looking for that clear case of your that held two earplugs your mother had given you from her father. But none, you could've sworn you had two pairs of those. One for travel and one for home.

"Ah fuck, I broke them last month."

Raining season was occuring, of course you were using those earplugs before and more often. But the more it stretched when you pulled it out from your ear, it sadly broke. And the ones that were strong and still in good piece were at home. 

The pounding from your heart didn't stop with your knees wobbling from your poor position and fear. Getting home was a bit hard with the down pour. Worse was the flashing lights above and the roars of thunder. You'd be down on your knees and you wouldn't even be close home.

You panted a bit, flinching ever so suddenly at the rain ever second, predicting the possibility of a next round of thunder. Keeping your head lowered, you saw your bag lit up brightly inside. Hope flickered inside of you a little when you fished it out quickly and saw the ID message.

Akaashi:

Are you okay?

Where are you?

Do you have your earplugs?

3:33 PM

You teared up a bit in fear and touched by his concern. You only had a few people understand this phobia of yours. Some may say it was childish to fear a simple weather, that was messed up and still made you self conscious. But you were happy and comforted to have your lover tend to this fear of yours. He would always call you if ever and play a tune in the background loudly to distract you and spam you with messages.

You:

I went out to pick groceries.

I don't have.

I'm far.

3:37 PM

You screamed, but was muffled by the flash of lightning and stomping thunder. You knew your messages had few contexts, but you couldn't anymore. After counting a few seconds, you thanked yourself you only had a few things from the store and picked it up and began sprinting in the rain. Not caring how soaked you were getting and how people just stared at you in worry. You ran, praying to reach home. But even so, there were small rumbles above and it still shakens you.

Eventually, you reached a near cafe that had stairs below. It was that cafe where Akaashi and you would study back in the days when you both were in your third years in high school. It looked small since it was placed below, (like the mclarens pub) but the interior was pleasing and welcoming.

You grabbed on the railings of the stairs and carefully but quickly went down, entering the door with the small bell ringing from above. The air condition blasting throughout the cafe, your dhirt beginning to stick to your skin as you hugged your chest with one arm and hunched a bit to look like you were just freezing. Atleast the counter was empty, must be behind the other door preparing. Not many people bothered to look at the door which gave you opportunity to run to your usual spot. Beaming a little at the sight if it being empty and sat down, placing the grocery bag on the table along with your bag and sighing.

The rumbles can be heard, but not as loud as it was outside. Thighs pressed together close and arms wrapping around your cold body, you decided to wait until everything was clear. Even if it meant getting sick and looking disheveled on the corner.

This was yours and Akaashi's personal spot during study sessions. Even dating, this was where you'd celebrate occasionally. It was no surprise some of the employees knew you two, but apparently it seemed majority of them were out and the newbies were on duty. They would sometimes tease you when you would wait alone in your seat, or even Akaashi. Saying how adorable the two of you were and offering discounts during events like birthdays or anniversaries. They even got both your phone numbers and became close friends.

It was no surprise to have your body shivering in seconds despite distracting yourself with warm memories. You mentally cringed when you felt the eyes of a disgusting predator just a few tables in front of you rake through your soaked chest whilst hiding his smug expression behind his steaming hot beverage. It's only a matter of time that guy will walk up to you and have his way to your body with the few people around you who had their own worlds and the counter still empty.

The skies cracking sounds can be heard, louder than the rest of the thunders you've heard a while ago and made you yelp. The lights thag hung on the ceiling of the cafe flickered and buzzed as you tried to shell yourself away from everything when the lurk of anxiety crept in your chest.

Your whimpers were silent, and only you can hear them. The tears were slowly making their way to your eyes followed by the warmth and soft, dried clothing being placed on your shoulders and your left side being occupied by a larger body.

"I figured you'd be here."

Gasping and recognizing that gentle voice, immediately snuggling your soaked form on his dried and heated body, Akaashi snakes his arms around you with his hand cradling your neck along with soft hushes to soothe you.

"T-there was a m-man staring at me.."

His hold tightens, he instantly knew which one was bothering you from being obvious and casts him a dirty glare. Disgusting, he thought inside of his head, not breaking the stare down until the guy eventually gulped from the stoic male a few feet away and left the place.

He hears you whimper on his chest and moved his hand to your back, giving it occasional pats to tell you that it was okay and rubbing to tell you he was here now. You weep on his chest from both relief and embarrassment. Today had been quite tough and now the rumbles outside can be somewhat heard now.

You feel Akaashi's arm move but you didn't bother to loom at it thinking he was just moving it around for a good position. He doesn't mind the fact that you were soaking wet on his side, at that moment he needed to tend to your needs. He didn't want to be like other people to leave you hanging like this. You hear him cooe like you were a baby in his arms and just gave you warm hugs.

"It's okay, you're okay. I promise everything will be okay."

He knows the comforting lines you needed and what you did not wish to hear. He was cautious with his words seeing from the internet reminders how people don't like simple closed minded term or words given to them. He was sincere with his, and wasn't just something to comfort you temporarily.

The table in front of you both made a small thud sound. Blinking your tears away, you hear a small whisper from someone else and Akaashi's head nodding on top of yours. Raising your head a little, Akaashi looks down and presses a kiss on your forehead and smiles at you.

"I bought your favorite."

Your nose sniffles a bit from clogging that was now heated by the steam of your hot beverage, turning away from his chest, you saw your once empty table now occupied with two hot beverages and sweet chocolate chip cookies.

"You love these right? It's been long since we've gotten down here on such occasions."

It was true with him almost being gone 24/7 due to his work and you mostly taking care of the necessities when he was away, there wasn't enough time of weeks or even months to spend the day with him. It was a blessing in disguise that a bad day can make the two of you come back to the nostalgic place once again and finally have that moment where it was just the both of you.

"Wait, didn't you have work today?"

Akaashi took a note of your dampened features and placed a hand on your cheek to wipe away the tears softly.

"I told my co workers that I needed to head home immediately when I heard a loud thunder."

Looking back down then at the table filled with untouched food, you began to feel guilty to be having to pull him down from his work. You didn't expect him to actually run out of his office just to tend to your fears and comfort you. You felt like a child next to him— a spoiled one.

"I'm sorry..I'll pay you back."

He feels you try to pull away from his embrace, but as coincidence strikes again, a loud crack was heard from above, yet you still try to pull away from his hold even though you were obviously shaking in fear. He wasn't going to have this, instead of letting you go free, he yanks you back to his chest with a small sound escaping your lips from the impact and his hand firmly placed on your back.

"No you're not, I know what you're thinking and no, none of this is on you, love."

Always been quite the observer, you thought as you fought back the tingling smile on your face. You wondered how can a guy like him exist in this world and how you even managed yo make him yours and you his. Not a single negative feeling goes unnoticed by him everyday even if he was occupied by his own work and needs, he would always be looking after whats more important.

"I love you, hm? It's only natural I tend to the person I love. I'd be an ass if I just left you after what you've gave me throughout the years. It's a give-give relationship, sweetie. I just want you happy and safe."

Eyes held the most sincere look in them. You thanked the heavens and his parents for making such a beautiful human. His hands started to move around your body a bit to make you turn back around to your now warm treats. Even though you were slightly soaking, he held you none the less on his lap and presses a kiss on your cheek as you grabbed your own beverage.

It's not everyday Akaashi has gotten an opportunity to commence PDA, but there weren't much people other than the smiling woman by the counter who had given him his order. She thought it was adorable seeing you both a minute ago during comforting you.

Munching on the cookie, Akaashi took a sip on his coffee with his free hand rubbing your belly instinctively. He's grown a habit of rubbing any part of your body he can touch, knowing how you loved the skin to skin affection. The same implies to him as he secretly smiles through his cup when he feels your stomach grumble.

The day may have been bad, unexpected. But more on unexpectedly good in the end. You always believed that after a bad day, there was always going to be good. But not a day, either a week of goodness or a month. Because after sharing this day with him, the next day he had announced he was given a week off after finishing a lot of his projects.

But for now, you snuggled deeper in his hold as you blew your drink, looking up carefully to place a kiss on his jaw that made his heart flutter and him stop chewing on his own food.

A little caffeine tastes sweeter after a mishap.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu fluff #akaashi keiji #haikyuu akaashi keiji #akaashi x you #akaashi x y/n #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff #akaashi angst #akaashi scenarios #haikyuu angst #akaashiweek #akaashiweek2020 #hq akaashi

[lucytara]

green, "she kisses like a grenade" and/or "feeling pretty good about the trouble that I'm in"

“There,” Sun says into her ear, pointing towards the bar; club lights flash, rhythm pumps. It’s not that rude under the circumstances. “Her. She shot me down last week.” 

Yang squints, following his arm. “The girl with the cat ears?” 

“Yeah.” Sun shrugs, lifts his cup to his lips. “I thought I had that going for me. Like, you know, having something in common.” 

Yang’s mouth curls amusedly; Sun’s a gem, but sometimes his layers unpeel to simplicity. It’s not always a bad thing, though it definitely hinders him when it comes to picking up women. “Girls don’t really like being narrowed down to a single trait,” she says, patting him on the shoulder. “What’s the bet?” 

“A hundred lien,” he says. 

Yang blinks bemusedly. “For a dance?” 

“No,” he says, gleaming wickedly. “Let’s make it interesting.” 

“You’re on, Wukong,” she says, physically unable to resist a challenge. “How far do you want me to go?” 

“A kiss is fine,” he says, grinning. “Good luck. She’s tough.” 

Yang only winks casually at him, pushing through the crowd of people clogging up the bar. The girl’s lucky enough to be standing around the less-packed corner, talking amicably with another girl whose hair is so white it’d blend straight into a blizzard. There’s not a ton of space, but plenty of opportunities. 

She squeezes past a group of guys passing out shots, tucks herself right beside the girl and waits, holds herself aloof. It’s a busy place, a busy night - everyone’s drunk, clumsy - all she has to do is–

“Shit,” a guy slurs, accidentally bumping into her from behind, which sends her into the girl’s side. “My bad.” 

“Watch it,” Yang snaps at him, and the girl turns to the interruption. Yang puts on the most apologetic expression she can manage, rests a hand gently on the girl’s arm. One of her ears twitches; Yang makes it a point not to look at them. “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” 

The lights flash again, illuminating their true colors, and Yang suddenly realizes the girl Sun’s challenged her to is fucking gorgeous. 

“I’m fine,” she says, half-smile playing about her mouth. “Can’t really avoid being run into at the bar.” 

She’s gorgeous, and not in a passive, pretty way; she’s dangerous, dark, alluring. She’s wearing a crop top with the chest in a pattern of criss-crossing fabric, leather pants, and boots that somehow slip halfway up her thigh. Yang vaguely catalogues her hand, still touching the girl’s arm. She lets autopilot take over, too mesmerized for cool. “You’re telling me,” she says charmingly, leaning in to be heard. “I used to think being tall was an advantage, but apparently I’m just a bigger target.” 

The girl laughs once, her irises glittering under the dim light. She looks like she stole the stars right out of space. She tilts her head, angling for Yang’s ear. “How tall are you?” she asks curiously, intrigued now that it’s been pointed out.

“Five-nine.” Yang pulls back slightly, eyes her up and down, ballparks it. “And you’re - five-seven?” 

Her mouth quirks guiltily. “I’m a fake five-seven,” she admits. “Most of my shoes are boots with…significant heels.” 

“Well,” Yang says with a grin, “you pull it off brilliantly.” 

The girl smiles, and this time it takes over her lips entirely. “I’m Blake,” she says, holding out a hand. Yang reciprocates but doesn’t quite shake, instead curling her fingers around Blake’s palm and holding there for a second before releasing. It’s slightly more intimate, and far easier to pass off as a drunk missed intention.

“Yang,” she says, and her stare drops to the girl behind Blake, now tapping through her scroll. “Is she your girlfriend, or–?” 

Blake pulls a face somewhere between a grimace and a giggle. “Absolutely not,” she says cheerfully, lifting her mouth back to Yang’s ear. The music’s too loud for conversation, but they’re trying anyway; it’s how Yang knows she’s working. “I’m single.” 

Yang raises an eyebrow. She’s forgotten about the money entirely; Blake’s hands are soft, that’s all she’s thinking. Her fingers are long and slender. If shadows knew to take a form and seduce, they’d look like her. “How convenient,” Yang murmurs, brings her lips closer to Blake’s skin than she’d dared before. “So am I.” 

The smirk Blake’s wearing suddenly - Yang recognizes it, recognizes the power of it, the play. There’s a game here; there’s something of a cat-and-mouse. She doesn’t intend the pun, but she’s clear on exactly which part of the chase she represents. 

“So Sun’s just a wingman?” Blake says, her voice low and amused, and Yang pauses with the music, waits to drop with it, too. People shift around them; the bar’s stained wet with condensation. The white-haired girl has disappeared entirely. 

Yang looks up. One of Blake’s ears twitch. 

She’s been trapped. 

She sighs. “He set me up, didn’t he,” she asks shortly, already thinking of ways to kick his ass, but Blake only laughs again, shakes her head.

“No,” she says, oddly charmed by the reaction to the twist of events. “Well, actually, kind of. I think he genuinely forgot I could hear him, but I did tell him last week I wasn’t interested in a relationship. Any relationship.” 

Yang runs a hand through her hair, but she can’t manage to hold the embarrassment much longer; she’s always been carried by flow, smooth enough to roll off of. “Well,” she says, grinning sheepishly, “then I won’t waste any more of your time.” 

Blake quirks her head, staring at her knowingly. “Sorry,” she says, smirk unwinding further. “I didn’t emphasize that correctly. I told him I wasn’t interested.” 

Oh. Oh. What a difference an implication makes. Yang mirrors her mouth, bites the inside of her lip. “Just so you know,” she says darkly, “you aren’t the kind of girl I would’ve kissed and walked away from.” 

“So what kind of girl am I?” 

“Look at you,” Yang breathes out against her ear, fingers uncurling against her jaw. “He did set me up. You couldn’t be more my type if I’d imagined you myself.”

She doesn’t get the opportunity to retreat, doesn’t get the chance for Blake to murmur a reply; she starts the motion and Blake follows her mouth, catches her lips as she pulls away. Blake tastes like whisky and cherries, neither of which Yang enjoys on their own but somehow work perfectly together on Blake’s tongue. 

“You won your bet,” Blake murmurs against her. “How much does he owe you if you take me home?” 

Yang grins, can almost feel Sun’s shell-shocked stare from across the room. Blake kisses her again, fingernails scratching against her scalp as she threads her fingers through Yang’s hair. 

“Nothing,” Yang says when they break. Her heart shoots through her veins, unable to stand still. “There’s no way in hell I could put a price to that.”

“I can,” Blake says coyly. “Take me out to breakfast in the morning.”

Yang laughs, nods in agreement. The bass thumps, beats down its doors, the strobe lights quick enough for a blink; all the people who said clubs weren’t a place to find love were wrong. They just weren’t looking hard enough, or they’d had too many shots, or - or, she realizes, they didn’t have the right friends. 

She’ll let Sun keep the money.

#bumbleby #rwby ficlets #sorry i tried to put this under a read more but tumblr is doing something weird and keeps deleting the direct links to posts??? #voidkatten

[misaverawrites]

Healing Your Wounds

Keith Kogane x Doctor! Reader

Tags: old childhood friends, doctor reader, bonding, Keith gets shot, there is a bit of cursing, Keith is kind of out of character ig, haven't watched VLD in a solid few years.

summary: You’re a doctor for the coalition, you there to save Keith.

Unfortunately, Galran forces had been in full supply after the paladins had returned to Earth after all the years away in the many different galaxies. All of that time with diplomacy and traveling had made Keith, miss Earth, oddly enough. Before everything, Earth was somewhere he'd wanted away from more than anything. Now, he was happy to breathe the air and see Earth's sky again. It was nice being home.

It wasn't as nice with all of the Galran forces crawling around, the Voltron Coalition, and the Blade of Marmora could only do so much without the Paladins, leading to them needing to actively run sweep detail through major parts of the area. Cities, parks, anywhere they needed to search. At this moment, they were searching a highway full of abandoned cars, it was near a city in the area and there had been reports of a Galra encampment and ships with these cars. Suddenly, before anyone could react, they'd heard footsteps and the blast from a Galran gun. The laser makes its way to hitting Keith's armor, quick and easy.

Keith screams out harshly, sucking in air to his lungs, steady and easily, trying not to panic at this moment, "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck..." He mutters quietly, trying to keep his wound even as Lance commands Allura, pointing at a truck for her to hide him behind. Right now, his hearing feels dull, his head is pounding heavily. Spots are in his eyes, he feels himself being dragged a bit, as Allura shoots out onto the horizon, a Galran soldier screams and goes down as Allura pulls out a communicator, calling an aerial ambulance in to help get Keith to safety quicker. Keith's vision becomes spottier until he closes his eyes, falling into sleep. The last thing he hears is his ragged breath.

The beeping of a hospital monitor brings Keith back from his sleep, he groans groggily, his eyes are blurry and he feels sore and exhausted. He inhales air, his lungs burning as he hears the door open, Keith's eyes shoot to the door and he sees... you. (Y/N), yours is a face he hasn't seen for a long time since you were one of the medical students at the Garrison. You'd been good friends for a while until he's up and gone away. Now, he was here, lying right in front of you.

Keith's ears feel incredibly clogged, he always had bad ear infections when he was young, this felt even worse. He watches you as you say something to a nurse before turning to look at him, offering him a smile that made him feel... things. You say something, but when he doesn't respond you grab an otoscope, brush a few strands of hair out of the way, and look on the inside of his ear, after a moment, he feels it begin to drain and he could hear much better than before.

"How do you feel Keith?" Is the first thing you ask, draining the other ear. He moves his eyes to look at you when you're done, "I feel sore, kind of exhausted..." Hearing this you laugh a bit, as you check his bandages you explain the situation, "Well, you were in a coma for a week. I've been checking in on you every now and then, thankfully, though you should make a full recovery minus some scars." You flash him a kind smile, brushing a strand of hair out of his face and sitting on the hospital bed.

"I've missed you, Keith... I'm sorry that you fell into all this... All the fame and attention, I know you must hate it." He chuckles at that, nodding without an argument, "You get used to it though, I've missed you too... The attention isn't my favorite but, I'm a better pilot and leader for all of that shit..." You nod, looking at your clipboard. "I met my mom, (Y/N)." Your head shoots up and your eyes go wide, "I met my mom and made amazing friends and had an amazing experience, I don't know what I'm going to do now, but, all of that is mine now."

You laugh a bit, listening to Keith, "You were much more... emo when you left, when did you become an optimist?" He chuckles with you, "I do hope that you stick around with the Garrison, besides the Blade of Marmora, because I know you're attached but, I would like to see more of you... around." You smiled at him, checking his chart one more time and making a few notes. You suddenly turn on your heel, walking towards the door. "Goodbye, Keith, I'll see you later." You smile and try to walk out but he stops you.

"Wait." You turn back to face him, "Could you maybe stay here, if you aren't busy? We could... catch up?" You smile at him and nod a bit, entering back into his hospital room, where he lays in the bed. He already looks so much better than he did when he woke up, "Of course, Keith. That sounds nice.

#voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #keith #keith kogane #x reader #keith x reader #keith kogane x reader #fanfiction

[punkscowardschampions]

Buster & Edie

Buster: I need to talk to you Edie: hot Edie: shoot Buster: Are you in a state to hear me or not? Edie: i got eyes n ears mckenna Buster: You know what I mean Edie: am i high, what you asking yeah Buster: Well, are you? Edie: when am i not, if you waitin for me be sober u gon be blueballed forever Buster: I just don't want to be talking to a brick wall Buster: Or repeating myself like it's my job Buster: Can you give me that or should we do this another time? Edie: i ain't indie i stay functioning unless i'm nodding Edie: and we wouldn't be flirting rn if i was so off you go Edie: i'm listening Buster: Alright Buster: Drew got lifted on St Paddy's night carrying fuck knows how much Buster: He could get as much as 14 years but I doubt it Edie: ha Edie: s'funny Buster: Do you want me to hit you up again when we know how long he's getting? Edie: nah i'll just pretend he got 14, fitting Edie: how old indie is yeah Edie: paroled himself into pen, ha Buster: No way that cunt'll get max Buster: He never does Buster: But sure Edie: you ain't need to tell me Edie: 'bout to be 16 right here Buster: I was more speaking my own frustrations, babe Buster: But you know Edie: tell me all about 'em Edie: peak daddy issues right now, i'll see u right init Buster: Shut up Buster: You've got a man for that Edie: you ain't Edie: omg are you coming out to me rn Buster: Obviously yeah Buster: Your sister's my beard, like Buster: Don't be an idiot Buster: Also I ain't got daddy issues yet so why we talking about me? Edie: makes more sense than what u playing as truth Edie: wanna talk about mine some more Edie: cool Buster: I wanna make sure you're okay Buster: So sue me, babe Edie: sweet Edie: makes no odds to me does it Buster: You tell me Buster: I ain't speaking for you Edie: he ain't been about Edie: i ain't about Buster: I know that's bullshit 'cause they saw you Buster: You could've come in, had a drink Buster: You still can Buster: Fight your way through the tourists, like Edie: i dun wanna cover up your homo ways w you boy i'm soz Buster: Fuck off Buster: You love it Buster: What are you doing that's better? Edie: my mans Edie: like you said Buster: I'm so offended right now Buster: But fine Edie: gutted Edie: any more sad news to get me juiced Buster: I don't reckon Buster: You did talk my sister into therapy though so nice one Edie: whey Edie: slainte Buster: Yeah Edie: vulnerability all round Edie: get u some ur so welcome Buster: What is that meant to mean? Edie: u tellin me my daddy going gone so u can pipe me, so sayin Edie: uncovering all her trauma Edie: 🙌 Buster: Bullshit Buster: Don't be like that Edie: like what Buster: Fucked Edie: boring Buster: If that's your threshold Edie: for your boringness Edie: yeah Buster: Fine Buster: I'll go then Buster: See you later Edie: toodles Buster: Yeah yeah Buster: You know where I am if you actually need anything or wanna talk, babe Edie: desperate Edie: what you actually wanna say Edie: babe Buster: 'Course Buster: You're that irresistible, Eds Buster: I've said what I came here to say Buster: You can't blame me for wondering if that boy can string a sentence together, like Buster: Who else you talking to? Edie: fun times Edie: lots of people Buster: Yeah? Buster: Good Edie: 'fact Edie: one of my lads 'bout to go in Edie: 🤞 they get the same pen, visit 'em both ay Buster: Someone's got to Edie: you know indie will Edie: probably ro too Buster: Nah Buster: They're both over it Edie: nah Edie: indie likes her free gear and ro likes her bit of rough Buster: You're out the loop, kid Edie: you're kidding yourself you think anything changed Edie: been here many times, u weren't about Buster: I know they have Buster: I've seen them both, you ain't Edie: oh babe Edie: no smart mckennas left Edie: so sad Buster: Don't patronise me, babe Buster: You wish Edie: don't play dumb Buster: Don't play like you know anything that's going on Buster: I'd say you'll see but we both know you won't Edie: i got bored of it Edie: wait til you on your thousandth rerun of everyone's shit, you will too Buster: Bored ain't the word for what I am Edie: nah Edie: go on then if ur so smart Edie: impress me with that vocab Buster: Fuck that Buster: I don't need to prove anything to you Buster: I'm smart enough to know it's not worth bothering Edie: that riveting is it Edie: well enjoy his downfall whilst it lasts Edie: dun expect me to join in celebrations Buster: I ain't celebrating nor waiting on you Buster: I've got plenty of other shit to do Edie: clearly Edie: clogging up my inbox inviting me for drinks Buster: I'm here for Rio I ain't here for you Buster: She wanted me to tell you so I have Buster: End of Edie: now u have Edie: probs suck ur dick well done u Buster: She doesn't need the incentive Buster: But thanks for caring Edie: disgusting Buster: You brought it up Buster: Don't if you don't wanna hear about it Edie: yeah just ignore it like it ain't happening with the rest Edie: cool Buster: There's not ignoring it or talking about my sex life as the only two options Buster: Again, you wish Buster: None of this is being ignored by any of my fam Edie: it ain't being dealt with either is it Buster: Speak for yourself Buster: I'm dealing with it every day Edie: no one making u do it Buster: Nobody's making you do anything you are either Edie: welllll i ain't fucking my cuz either so i'm good Buster: That don't make you good Buster: Hilarious maybe Edie: soz ill get to work so i can be up to standard Edie: options ain't limited Buster: Tell me something I don't know Buster: I can do anything I want Buster: How about you? Edie: you can Edie: i am Buster: Proud of you, like Edie: should be Edie: mixed messages otherwise Buster: That's not about to worry me Buster: I only came to deliver one message and it's done Edie: 💔 Edie: obvs Buster: Good to know Edie: relay that if you like Edie: get 'em all feeling good Buster: I don't chat shit anymore Buster: Sorry Edie: why u sorry Edie: idc Edie: they won't love it Buster: 'Cause I know you'd love me to pass this whole convo on but I ain't Edie: aw bummer Edie: so sad Edie: hit 'em with the round robin Buster: You always want me to be your errand boy Buster: So transparent Edie: you wanna be around em so much Edie: i don't Edie: both get what we want Buster: I wanna be here, I don't want them in my face Buster: And especially not on your account Edie: sure Edie: so transparent Buster: Funnily enough, your fam are really annoying Buster: You think you're the only one who knows that? Edie: also your fam but go off Edie: makes it weird when u think on it huh Buster: No, I'm talking about your mob Buster: They ain't my immediate Buster: I'm not seeing them all at breakfast like Edie: me either Edie: i'm as related to them as you are Buster: Bullshit Buster: Your saw your brothers the other fucking day Buster: What was that? A coincidence Buster: Come on Edie: Could be Edie: they were out on street alone Edie: i coulda been anyone Buster: They were outside the pub Buster: Lie better if you're gonna try Edie: on st paddys day Edie: do better if you really dont want ur kids missing Buster: If you were my kid I would Edie: hearteyes Edie: ain't that just what i wanna hear Buster: I don't give a fuck Buster: We're having a convo I'm not playing to an audience Buster: Your parents are shit, what do you want me to do? Edie: i dunna ring social Buster: Ring them yourself Buster: You're the one they failed Buster: It aint your brothers or me Edie: oh yh rest of em are golden Buster: Yeah, as good as they can be Buster: Nobody's perfect Edie: ha Edie: now u bullshitting Buster: No I ain't Buster: What's so fucked up about any of them? Go on Edie: long Edie: u wanted this list u should've given me 3 working days Buster: Keep stalling while you make up your bullshit, babe Buster: I'll be here then Edie: what i gotta make up Edie: your whole thing is evidence of the first and worst, like Edie: why i wasting my time telling u when u don't wanna hear Buster: There's nothing wrong with Rio Buster: But feel free to hit me with that list on the rest of them when you're ready Edie: oh god Buster: Is that all you've got? Buster: Good then Edie: all needs telling to u Edie: u dont care bout the rest of them and how fucked up they are 'til they of age Edie: end of Buster: You don't care about any of them so don't lecture me Edie: sure don't Edie: who lecturing you want the list so bad Edie: k bundy Buster: Whatever Edie: 😂 Buster: I'll see you around on your brother's twitter feed, like Edie: cute u care Buster: Yeah I know Buster: I've been told Edie: i bet Edie: ⭐ Buster: Feel free if you need the cash Buster: Low risk Edie: huh Buster: I'm a safe bet, babe Buster: Don't you know? Edie: u make me wanna throw up in my mouth a bit Edie: not rlly my thing but u make it work 4 u Buster: Yeah I do Edie: ick Edie: stop Edie: i just ate Buster: Good to know Buster: At least you're not gonna starve to death Edie: such a drama queen too Edie: how do u actually get laid its impressive Edie: b4 the whole incest vibe Buster: Talk about mixed messages Buster: Stop flirting with me, babe Buster: I liked it better when you were playing hard to get Edie: boiiiiii Edie: u think that flirting u need to watch out Edie: calling u repugnant Buster: Yeah yeah Edie: oh that's who u remind me of Edie: american psycho Edie: what was his name Edie: gets horny over card stock Buster: Good one Buster: You're funny Edie: i know Edie: imma rewatch Buster: Cute Buster: You don't have to miss me you can just come see me Edie: ew Edie: bateman Edie: ha Edie: funny Edie: indie would laugh Buster: I'll tell her Buster: See if she does Edie: aw Edie: domestic bliss Buster: Yeah Edie: gotta give it to yuh Edie: hustlin on the next Edie: been there Edie: clever Buster: What? Edie: got her good to go when u get bored of ri Buster: You're fucked Buster: She's a kid Edie: whatevs Edie: 4 years ain't a big deal Buster: Yeah it fucking is Buster: When she's 14 Buster: Don't fucking say shit like that to me or about me Edie: dry Buster: Sort your head out Buster: Seriously Edie: what Edie: i don't wanna fuck a 14 year old Edie: n i ain't Buster: Neither do I Buster: Fuck you Edie: cool Edie: keep it legal but dubious Edie: that's how u rollin Buster: Shut up Buster: You don't know what you're talking about Edie: sadly do Edie: u really splash it all over socials Buster: I'm not doing anything wrong Buster: Unlike that boy fucking you Edie: what u gonna do call garda Edie: who cares Buster: You have enough of an opinion about my moral code Buster: Sort yours Edie: oooo victim blaming hahaah Edie: have u for that the feminazis Buster: Give a shit Buster: What are you gonna do, tell on me? Edie: they sense that shit from mile way Edie: dun need to Buster: I'm so scared Edie: same Buster: It's been fun Buster: I gotta go Edie: it hasn't Edie: ✌