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nhularin · 7 months

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FAVORITE CRIME

PAIRING theater kid! sunoo x theater kid! reader GENRE highschool AU, theater partner to friends to strangers, angst no comfort WARNINGS insecurities, this is probably the worst fic ive ever written im sorry, barely proofread WC 1.3k series masterlist

January 25th, 2008

D-29

"set, action!"

" i am afraid" you whispered loudly enough, face mirroring that of your character.

"it's i am NOT afraid, not im afraid. IN POSITION!" the obnoxious voice of Kim Gyuvin echoed through the empty theater hall

as the bright stage lights illuminated the auditorium, the air buzzed with anticipation and exhaustion. It was the third rehearsal of your schools rendition of "highschool musical," and the leads, sunoo as troy (which was a strange combination if you had to admit) and you, although a complete newbie in acting, as gabriella. it was not long till your work of art was about to take the stage.

you looked at your partner, eyes filled with guilt as you sighed "im sorry, not my day" he only laughed and gave you a sympathetic smile "its okay, gyuvin is just being an ass today because mr Kim didnt like his freestyle presentation of macbeth" sunoo shook his head " he rapped, yn, rapped the damn play out" you both giggled, finding fondness in the silly actions of your director (you honestly dont know why he was chosen"

"Hey! silence! and get into position!" the boy of your talk yelled, looking at them with his best stern face but ended up looking like a butthurt child. gyuvin pointed at sunghoon and heeseung, who both wore a bored expression on their face "rat 01 and rat 02, lighting!"

D-13

throughout the entire rehearsal process, sunno had been nothing short of a perfect scene partner. he was kind, supportive, funny and always there to lend a helping hand to your clumsy self. you couldn't help but feel , call yourself delusional, a deep connection growing between you two that went beyond the boundaries of the childish, superficial relationship of troy and gabriella.

He would leave post-it notes on your locker, filled with kind words and reminders of your talent. yoy would find them every morning, a small burst of positivity to start your day.

but it didn't stop there. the golden boy would often leave juice bottles on your desk, knowing how important it was for yoy to take care of your voice. sunoo would write silly little notes in class as well, reminding you to stay hydrated and take breaks when needed.

D-10

their rehearsals were filled with laughter and shared dreams. sunoos enthusiasm was infectious, and you found yourself falling foolishly deeper into the role of gabriella with each passing day. you admired his dedication and his ability to bring out the best in the team's performance.

as the days turned into weeks, you began to feel a connection with sunoo that went beyond your characters and your delusions. sparks flew, an unspoken understanding that seemed to blossom between you. your interactions became more personal, your conversations filled with warmth and vulnerability.

one evening, after a particularly exhausting rehearsal, he had walked you home despite his route from school being in the opposite direction, your footsteps echoing through the quiet streets. you talked and talked, about the magic of theater and the scary future after highschool. it was in that moment, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, that you felt your heart skip a beat.

D-5

But as the premiere of the play approached, something changed. Sunoo's smiles became fewer and further between, his once cheerful demeanor replaced with a distant look in his eyes. Confused and hurt, you tried to reach out, to understand what was happening, but he began to withdraw

He would avoid eye contact, brush off your attempts at conversation, and disappear without explanation. your heart ached with every rejection, the pain of his sudden indifference growing with each passing day.

D-1

On the night of the performance, your heart sank as you noticed sunoos cold stare from across the stage. the chemistry you had worked so hard to build was replaced by an icy tension backstage. every line, every touch felt forced, lacking the authenticity you had once shared.

After the final bow, you searched for answers, desperate to understand what had caused this sudden change. But Sunoo continued to ignore you in the hallways, as if you were a mere stranger he had never met. The reader's heart shattered into a million pieces, unable to comprehend the pain of being cast aside so abruptly.

- D-13

days turned into weeks, and your anguish only deepened. sunoos silence was deafening, and the unanswered questions tormented you every waking moment. was it all just an act? had your connection been nothing more than an illusion?

one evening, as you sat alone in your house, your parents nowhere to be seen, contemplating the shattered remnants of what once was, you spotted a note tucked beneath your door. It was a familiar sight - a post it note, just like the ones the boy who unknowingly broke your heart used to send you. with trembling hands, you unfolded the note and read the words that lay before you: "I'm sorry."

confusion mingled with hope as your heart skipped a beat. without hesitation, you rushed outside to your front yard, determined to uncover the truth of his silence. as you rounded the corner to your treehouse, there he stood, anxiously awaiting your arrival. the look in his eyes was something you have never seen before, the cheerful boy from school now looked disheveled and broken and you could see the weight of regret pressing upon his shoulders.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," sunoo exclaimed, his voice filled with remorse and something you couldn't decipher. "I thought it would be easier this way, but I was wrong. at first, i only befriended you in sake of the play, but you kept plaguing my mind at every waking hour. so i tried to distance myself to focus on our performance."

tears welled up in your eyes as the truth washed over you. sunoos actions were not born out of cruelty, but rather out of fear and self preservation. in his attempt to protect his own heart, he unknowingly shattered yours.

with a trembling voice, you spoke up "i get that" your voice cracked "i really do, but you could've talked to me before completely ignoring my presence. you weren't the only main character in this play. and do you know what's the most important thing in theater? communication. please dont push me away, youre important to me"

in that moment, the barriers between you began to crumble. walls of misunderstanding and pain came crashing down, revealing the raw vulnerability that lay beneath. And just like the tragic love story they had once portrayed on stage, Sunoo and you found yourselves in front of each other, heart more broken than the other's

"im sorry, yn"

and he left, with your heart in his hand

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mattsturniolosmuse · 11 days

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Road Head

Part 4 of Meant To Be: A Heartbreak High Fanfic

Reader POV

Synopsis: It's your birthday! You go over to Cash's to make brownies, and he has a gift for you. On the way home, you give him road head. This is also pretty short, so I'm sorry.

Warnings: blowjob on the road, dry humping/lap dance, swearing, suggestive language, talking about drugs, pet names, fluff

Song: One More Light by Linkin Park

♥🎵 Who cares if one more light goes out, well I do🎵♥

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

my hubby💍: hey baby, happy bday

Me: hey handsome, thanks

my hubby💍: what you up to

Me: nothin wbu

my hubby💍: nothing wanna come over

Me: idk... im kinda tired

my hubby💍: i'll shag you we'll make brownies

Me: omw casanova

my hubby💍: casanova? what?

Me: 🤫🧏

my hubby💍: girl-

I shove my phone in my pocket, and grab my jacket (a gift from Harper). I shove my feet into the first shoes I see, which happen to be crocs, and grab my bike from the side of the house.

The bike ride to Cash's house is only about 3 minutes, so I was in no rush. I feel my phone buzzing every 5 seconds, so I stop to check it.

my hubby💍: GRR

my hubby💍: WHERE ARE YOU

Me: relax im like two minutes away

my hubby💍: WHERE ARE YOU

my hubby💍: ohhhh okay haha

I chuckle and slip my phone back into my pocket. I open the door to Cash's house, and Darude greets me, trying to eat my crocs.

"Hey, Darude." I say. I've grown used to him, although he hates me and tries to kill me everytime he sees me.

"Bunny?" Cash calls to you from the kitchen. You walk in, and he has on a chef's hat, with multiple bowls and spoons on the counter. You snort.

"What?" He asks, smiling. You kiss him gently before taking off his chefs hat and putting it on your own head.

"It looks better on me." You say.

You guys lose track of time. By the the time the brownies were in the oven, it was nearly ten. You spend most of your time throwing chocolate chips at Cash, and he spent some time licking chocolate icing off of your lips.

"You are a horny slut." You tell him, as he kisses the back of your neck.

"Your horny slut. Oh, I have your birthday gift upstairs." He says. His nan comes into the kitchen.

"Mm! Smells good. Happy birthday, dumpling." She says, squishing your cheeks.

"Hi, nan. Thank you." You say smiling. You've grown into calling her 'nan' because you didn't know her actual name. Edna didn't seem to suit her, either (if someone picks up on that I will be eternally happy).

>>>><<<<

You pull down the wrapping, to reveal a Nike box. You laugh.

"No you fucking didn't." You say, opening it. Tears fill your eyes as you see the shoes you've always wanted but couldn't afford. They were Air Jordan's, purple and white. You hug him, kissing him full on the lips. You let the kiss linger for a while before pulling away.

"Can you drive me home?" You ask Cash. He nods, grabbing his keys off of the mantle.

"Let's go, pretty." Cash says, spinning you around and leading you outside.

"You seen much of Chook lately?" You ask him, noticing his absence of weed and drugs. He shrugs.

"I left the eshays." He says. Your jaw drops.

"What? Where am I gonna get weed now?" You ask teasingly. He smiles.

"I'm kidding. That's good, Chook was horrible to you." You say, grabbing his hand. He nods.

"Will you give me road head?" He asks, not taking his eyes off the road. You throw your head back and laugh.

"What? Why?" You ask.

"Because you look fucking hot and I love you, and thinking about you makes me horny." He says. You bend over the console, pulling his sweats down his legs along with his boxers. You kiss his tip gently, and he moans, clenching the steering wheel tightly. You take all of him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down.

"Mmm, just like that." Cash moans, taking one hand off of the steering wheel to push your head on him further. You gag and drool as he hits the back of your throat.

"You like it when I fuck your throat like this?" Cash asks you, jaw tight. You moan in response, sending vibrations down his cock.

"Holy shit! I'm close." Cash moans, his eyes rolling back. You feel him twitch and throb, and a few bobs of your head later, his load is shooting down your throat. You remove your mouth from him with a loud pop. You smile at him, satisfied.

"I fucking love you." He says, struggling to catch his breath.

"Love you too, babe." You say, kissing him. He grabs your face and pulls you closer, his tongue invading your mouth.

You crawl into his lap, slowly grinding into him. He moans into your mouth. You continue grinding into him, your pussy throbbing.

"You're gonna make me cum again." Cash moans, pushing your waist down into him. You chuckle and get off of him.

"What? No, get back here!" He says, as you open your door.

"Can't! Gotta go! Love you!" You say, walking to your house. You smile to yourself, knowing fully what you could do to him.

I'm tagging one person:

@izzyhorwell

Thanks for making me continue! I've been too lazy lately :(

#heartbreak high #cash piggott #douglas piggott #douglas cash piggott #eshay #x reader #cash smut

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turnstechgodhead · 2 months

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Le sign... speaking of the server,

dirk is encouraging me to be more firm on my own thoughts for my comfort

i've seen ppl talk about it in stream a lil which im always like I Don't Care when it pops up but i've had Enough and i want to talk about the topic bc it's itching at my brain follicles.

since we're pretty strider-oriented, this had to happen at some point: strider cest/strilonde cest/in cest wont be allowed in the main server. if other people don't care, i might make a separate server.

-"hey why is that ^ something you would allow? pretty insane." / "are you a pro shipper then??"

"so you're an anti?"

also no

i dislike this argument as a whole bc i don't 'get it' i guess because im audhd. neither side is fully correct nor fully wrong.

"fiction affects reality." and "fiction is not reality." are two different thought processes that can and should coexist in the same space.

look. fiction can affect reality, but it IS also possible to separate from it. you can para or whatever responsibly. tag it. try to make sure people who don't want to see it don't have to see it. and if minors are getting sent your shit, make sure its clear that this should NOT be happening in reality. if you're a child, keep that shit blocked. it's NOT for you and you should not be actively consuming it. (please listen to this advice bc i grew up on the internet barely supervised, from a very unhealthily early age [7-8] and then developed into a fucked up hypersexual.) (seeing something fucked up and being like AUGH my eyes! is normal because that just. happens. thats life. you deal with it afterwards in some way. talking to someone you trust etc. you do not go back for more i am begging.) (if someone is showing you these things on purpose then please read this website all the way through for me ok?)

you should not be looking at an adult exploring/enjoying fucked up shit

videogames are not going to make you or me more violent by having violence, gore, and murder in them. but videogames DO make some people violent. those people should not have access to these things. but we (you and i) cannot control that beyond making sure content is labelled and set aside. i like playing games where i assassinate people. i am not an assassin. someone could play the same game and get terrible ideas they act on. this is not my fault for playing the game.

and, if you're an adult who likes fucked up shit (me too) tag your shit or have it listed somewhere on your about that it's something you post about frequently there. and maybe reiterate that it's not real. its just toys. and should never be followed irl. yeah, it fuckin sucks that we gotta do this shit, but kids are unfortunately on the internet, with the inability to differentiate grey from black and white. your shit might be the first exposure. which sucks!! so it's our responsibility to try and mitigate harm on both sides unfortunately until we can convince parents to start parenting their children again. which sucks. i just wanna post shit in peace but the buzzing around from very loud teenagers makes me anxious. i get it.

it fucking sucks!!! but we can't control other people, especially if theyre malicious

but you control what YOU see on the internet. block anyone. (i blocked someone back in the day for disliking johndave. be free.) and help people do that (control what they see) by making it very clear. you aren't evil for not wanting to see it, and other people aren't evil for enjoying fucked up content.

also some of yall on BOTH SIDES do some truly vile shit in the name of this argument when your energy could be spent elsewhere doing shit you like or even doing things that are actually. Helpful.

so i don't like either label i dont want to be associated with either of the sides but if you want to call me one or the other then . Whatever i guess? thats your business, not mine. just know you are not a failure or a freak for not constantly reinforcing and reassuring everyone that you think adults doing their own thing in fictional spaces with little toy dolls (that theyve been doing since the 70s-80s) is gross. you can just think that like. in general and look away because the dolls are dolls. but don't go posting doll horn-knees untagged. that's rude as fuck.

#community infighting is NOT the way. everyone thinks we're ALL fucking weird. just IGNORE each other #timaeus posting #mumbling #dirk is holding me at gun point to post this because he's Tired tm

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to6ge · 8 months

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IV.5 aftermath of the rain ( DENIAL )

woohooo, 4.5 ❗❗

quick recap : you wanted to sleep with your headphones on in the train ride, but Gojo didn’t let that happen.

You managed to successfully sleep, and Gojo also managed to take off your headphones and turned off your music playing on your phone. He was actually worried about you.

It was halfway into the train ride, till you woke up. That nap felt really good, and you enjoyed it a lot. ( most specially because Gojo made you lean onto his shoulder ) It was nearly just the two of you now. Nobody else seemed to be in the train, and it was so calming—peaceful, quiet.

“How long have I been out for?” You asked, with a tired voice. “About 30 years” he said with a grin, hoping hed convince you “No way Satoru, no way” You smiled at him back playfully.

You didnt pull away even when you woke up, your head was still resting ontop of Gojo’s shoulder. The train ride was near to its end.

It was raining really hardly, the atmosphere was so calming and relaxing, you loved this train ride. You could even sleep again if you wanted to. The sound of the rain was so calming to hear, it was dark but the signs in the train lit the train up—everything was so nice.

. — ☆ — .

You reached the nearby beach, it was dark but it was better that way. There were a bunch of stars bundling up together since it had just rained. Yet one of them stands out the most—so extraordinary, that star had shined nothing like the ones who were last adored. You immediately pointed at it to Gojo, with a big smile on your face—one that nobody had ever seen. ( except for gojo )

“Look look, that one is so pretty!” you ranted on and on about stars, and Gojo was just looking at you as if you were some kindergarten kid who was over the moon talking about their interests. ( he found it cute, he js doesnt know that ) “Were you always that into stars? You look childish when you rant about them” he teased

“Childish? Liking things are NOT childish!” you muttered. “I was just teasing, do that more” He teased you even further. “Better than hearing you complain about me,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

Gojo and you sat down comfortably by the beach, watching the waves crash onto the sand, looking at the stars and admiring the whole surrounding. It was so pretty, so very pretty.

You proceeded to video you both, and all that was left to do was just to edit it. It was around 11pm now, the moon shined brighter than ever. Nobody was there, just you and Gojo.

( sorta time skip )

It was around 1.30 am when you came back to your dorm, you layed down on your bed as if youve never gotten sleep throughout your whole entire life.

You watched the moon outside your window as you thought about what you just did this night, it was fun and both you and Gojo shared laughter and joy.

The more you thought about him, the more scenarios you make up. You soon dosed off, a thousand different thoughts of gojo and scenarios of you and gojo ran through your mind before you slipped into sleep.

Your phone lit up the room as it buzzed, receiving a notification from Gojo. “Goodnight, thank you for today y/n. We are so gonna get 100 for this project ❗” —delivered, 2.47am Thursday, 14 september 2023

TAGLIST STATUS : Open

SUMMARY : IN WHICH! You transfered to Tokyo Jujutsu highschool, where your “enemy” goes. ( Friends that loved to tease eachother & get on their nerves ) Even before you transfered, you both had a rivarly ever since you were a kid. This’ll be so bad. Atleast you though so. Then, you both decide to fake date eachother for some reason,, and you didn't think youd even fall for him—but you were wrong.

NOTE : this took me so long to make ughh. :(( I have a chinese test tomorrow!! Didnt study because I was too busy doing this ongm im so gonna fail 💔💔☹️ when i say that kindergarten thingy..HES NOT INTO KINDERGARTEN KIDS OKAY pls dont misunderstand

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 2: laughter is the best medicine

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The smell of buttered popcorn filled the area and the only sounds to be heard was the clicking and patterning of the rain hitting the roof and the unsettling music and screams that echoed from the flat screen as the siblings watched Halloween.

Owen and Y/n silently sit on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn between them. There were no words exchanged except for the occasional laugh if something cheesy or gorry came on. Owen would occasionally look out of the soaked window and silently waited for their cousin's arrival.

Owen didn’t know how to feel. He barely remembered Balla for the past seven months; it had just been him, Charlie, and y/n together. He sure as hell didn’t know how y/n felt about Bella, she barely talked about her or the move. But he can vaguely remember the arguments Bella and Y/n would have.

“Are you excited about Bella?” Owen asked, breaking the silence. y/n didn’t take her eyes off the screen as she simply shrugged. “I guess I am…we’re not that close”

“It should be fine right?” Owen asked. Y/n smiled and nodded. “Of course , everything will be great”

She didn’t know who she was trying to reassure, herself or owen. All she knew was Bella was moving in and they were starting school. She dreaded going to the damn school. She was smart for her age and a good student but she didn’t want all the pitty and sad stairs.

Her thoughts were cut off as her phone buzzed her a notification. She looked down and saw it was her other cousin sam. She smiled immediately, it was like an invasion she didn’t realize she needed till now. She realized she needed a reason other than school or bella to get out of the house.

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“Game night at Emily’s, you and Owen in?” - sam

“Sure, be over in a few” - y/n

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Owen looked at her as he slowly chewed on some popcorn. “Who’s that?”

“Sam, we’re going ove for game night” she said getting up. Owen mentally jumped for joy at the thought of leaving the same four walls he spent so much time in.

“You mean we’re finally getting out of the house!? Yes!” he said fist pumping in the air but immediately stopped when something slightly important crossed his mind. “Wait..what about Bella and Charlie?”

y/n shrugged as she pulled her leather jacket on. “We’ll leave a note.. And Bella doesn't need a welcoming committee, she probably doesn't even want to come”

Owen nodded as he set the now empty bowl and grabbed his own coat and his(y/n) video camera.

The siblings entered her forgotten impala as they climbed in and y/n started the engine her heart started moving faster than a weed eater as the engine rumbled and Elvis presley’s “all shook up” played. She stopped for a moment and gripped the steering wheel as she spaced out.

“n/n?” Owen said softly but he didn’t receive an answer.

“y/n '' he nudged her, knocking her back to reality. She hummed a response and looked over at her little brother. “You okay? We can ask one of the boys to pick us up if you don't want to drive”

She quickly shook her head and put the car in reverse. “Im fine, let's roll” she said as the siblings set off on their adventure.

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“y/n!” Paul shouted as he happily raced out the door and engoled y/n into a hug the second she left her impala. She giggled and hung onto him as he spun her around. “Damn, i missed you”

She smiled as he set her down. “I missed you too pauley” Owen got out of the car and fist-bumped Paul. “How's it goin’ kid?”

y/n raised an eyebrow and awkwardly chuckled. “You're in a good mood '' Paul smiled and wrapped his arm around her. “Can i just be happy to see my bestest friend” she laughed and playfully hit him in the chest as they entered Emily’s rustic home.

She smiled as she smelled fried chicken and cinnamon rolls in the air. She looked around the familiar home as boyish laughter filled the air.

“Look who's back!” Jared beamed.

“Finally coming out of hibernation?” Embry asked which got him a smack upside the head by Sam. as insensitive as the question was given the circumstances it didn’t bother y/n one bit, she was just glad to be around her old friends.

“Hay, sammy” y/n smiled as she hugged her cousin. Sam and y/n are related through her mother. She was a Uley and the little sister of Sam’s absent father. The two were close and alway had each other's backs. He was there when the grieving was heavy which resulted in phasing into the pure white wolf she is now. She was always there to tell him he wasn’t the monster he thought he was.

Sam ruffled Owen’s hair as he led them into the kitchen where Emily had prepared a buffet of finger food for game night.

“Hey sweety” she smiled and hugged me. “I missed you so much”

After the rest of the guest arrived, jacob and the clearwater kids the group ate all of Emily’s good food.

The night was full of laughter and that was saying a lot considering y/n hasn't laughed this hard in a while. The night consisted of different board games and card games. Uno was unfortunately cut short after Jared tackled Jacob to the ground for giving him three +4 cards but then the group agreed to play monopoly but that also turned into a friendly argument.

It was around midnight when y/n and Owen got a call telling them it was time to come home. Paul offered to drive them home as y/n was still nervous to drive in the darker times of the night.

“So..school starts tomorrow right?” Paul whispered so he didn’t wake up Owen who was asleep in the back seat. y/n nodded with a frown. “Yeah…fun, fun”

“Too bad you're not going to school on the reservation…at least you’d know someone” Paul said.

“I'll be okay, I have Bella and an old friend of mine…it's Owen I'm worried about” she said mumbling the last part as she looked over her shoulder at the back seat.

“Everything should be fine,” Y/n said, forcing a smile.

“I hope so,” Paul added.

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junee-e · 6 months

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NEW JUNO EPISODE OUT WOOO!!!!!

(MANY ALL-CAPS) ramblings follow!!!!!!! :DD (spoilers for the new penumbra episode obviously)

juno???? why are you in prison??? not again please????

AWW JUNO AND RITA THEY’RE BEING SO CUTE I LOVE THEM

THE RITA SPECIAL WHATS THE RITA SPECIAL IM SCARED

juno, solemnly: i’ll get the snacks. rita, also solemnly: and i’ll prepare the cocoon. LMAO i love them

what is this they’re being so silly???? i love it????

‘we dont talk about the second time’ JUNO WHAT DID YOU DO

i forgot how weird rita’s snacks were lmao

surviving for five days in a room with 6 blankets and only snacks for food just like me fr

rita literally snoring like *HONK mimimimimi* is the best thing i’ve ever heard

OoOoOooO SuMmAriSiNg mUsiC

love me a good rita-is-the-best-hacker-audio-montage

GRANDPAPPYS RECIPE LMAOO

juno sounds so annoyed every time he says grandpappy’s recipe lamooo

WHY IS THIS GUY SPEAKING IN FUCKING RUNES WHAT???

‘wow now that’s a guy’ JUNO YOU ARE LOOKING FOR NUREYEV OH MY GOD

‘i’m never gonna find my stupid moron boyfriend’ the happiness this brings me is of unquantifiable levels

is he gonna actually steal the thing? OH MY GOD HE IS LMAO

SO MANY SPRINKLERS PFFTT

he….he doesn’t know what the thing looks like. of course he fucking doesn’t i don’t know what i expected

ooooo skipper guys back hmmm. oh they’re a literal child. or are they just really smart and luring juno into a trap?

nope just stupid ok

‘smelled something familiar - no - someone familiar’ WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREAMED

IS HE HERE OH MY GOD????

NO ITS NOT HIM GODDAMMIT

Serisvatian (that’s probably not how you spell it) orchids are you kidding me i’m crying

WAIT IS SKIPPER BACK WAS HE ACTUALLY SMART

WAIT ITS NOT

IS IT FUCKING NUREYEV????

OH MY GOD HES FUCKING HERE LETS GOOO

when he said ‘i saw who it was and by heart started pumping…’ and then that FUCKING THEME MUSIC IM SCREAMING

nureyev???? nureyev no wait what is he doing

WHEN IS HE JUST GOING TO TALK TO HIM OH MY GOD

‘until the day you tell me to my face that you want me to buzz off i will never stop looking for you’……i feel like this is setting me up for just so much pain later i’m so scared

awwww nureyev put juno in prison and not killing him such a good boyfriend

‘would he really let me rot in prison?’ NO HE WOULD NOT

WOOOOOO A PLAN (and a secret weapon??)

ITS RITA THE SECRET WEAPON IS RITA LETS GOOO

DETECTIVE RITA NEXT EPISODE OH MY GOD I AM SO READY FOR DETECTIVE RITA

WOOOOO i loved this episode!!!!!! i’m so exited for part 2 omg!!!! i’m also very scared for some considerable angst but y’know!!!!! denial!!!!!!!

#the penumbra podcast #tpp #juno steel #peter nureyev #rita tpp #jupeter #audio dramas

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tadpal · 3 days

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hello isabell!! have i told u that i love your pfp i love to see it it makes me giggle

🥀 what keeps you motivated/helps boost your mood when you’re feeling off?

motivation is a huge weakness for me! if i knew how to boost it i wouldnt be on this app but i have a laundry list miles long about mood boosting and emotional maintenance! ive been in and out of care for bpd and autism for the better part of 8 years now and while i can't rate the professional help (nhs mh 😬) i CAN say that i am currently doing super well in terms of stability. i think for me it's less about Feeling Better and more about breaking the bad you know? temperature shocks are a big thing for me, especially with my heavy emotional weights for temp, so it's a lot of uncomfortable showers, cooling towels on neck, cool water on feet and face, cat baths, hot water bottles, ice creams, going outside. just anything with that like Temperature Shock is going to help. for overwhelming most often going sudden cold (safely) is what works best for me!! resets!

🌿 do you like having plants in your home/yard? do you have any currently?

LOVE THEM!!! when i was living at uni i had 7-9 various houseplants in my room and others scattered in the kitchen halls and bathroom but these days most of them have been claimed by my mom! i have three in my room now! a large succulent a sort of grass and something tall with dark greens and waxy leaves... by those descriptions you can tell im terrible at remembering plant types but im surprisingly not terrible at keeping them alive. idk it mostly just works out

✨ what scents do you have strong memories/associations with?

the nice ones are like orange blossom (aunts perfume who passed, grandmother figure to me, scent never lasted bc of her work so you could only ever smell it if you hugged real tight, calloused hands, bristly hair, miss her ), ocean spray (lived by a beach, leaving the commune for outings, big bright blue, one day we'll get out of here, people on the outside are kind - the systemite kids are kind - i will be able to have friends on the outside, calm, loneliness, laughter), honeysuckle (represents childhood hunger and gentleness and peace and danger, the importance of ritual), lemon blossom (tree by the pool in one of the worst communes we lived in, best lemons ive ever tasted, my aunt maria taught me how to make soap), apple cider vinegar (self sufficiency - making meals for myself too young, fresh vegetables from the local farms, abuelas tomato salads, full stomachs)

but there's also more unpleasant ones just in terms of the scent itself: septic tank in the height of summer (danger, childhood recklessness, the feeling of being trapped, the buzz of the wasps,) the thing that died in the pool over winter (we didn't find it until we cleaned the pool in summer, it smelt mostly of chlorine, we don't know what animal it had been, it's bones were greyer than id expected, my mom cried for a week) and it's dry and the car is leaking (it's the middle of a drought and the old car is leaking, thick black oil onto the drive. there have been three bush fires this week and every time you haul your childhood possessions onto the year and watch the smoke. the smoke clings and clutches and you think about the oil. no one else can smell it but you. it's worse when the fires start when you're already out and you think about all the things that you left inside the home.) the smell of the old car in summer (and then you're inside the car, waiting at the gas station and all around you is the smell of smoke and gasoline and seaweed and leaking. the seat is somehow sticky and sandy all at once. your uncle is talking about leaving forever again.)

i am very much an associator tho you could say anything and id go Oh That Reminds Me. guy who is reminded

#ask tad

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Could you tell me about Rawl Squadron 😍?

UL!!!!! i would LOVE to talk about rawl!!!!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING MWUAH MWUAH MWUAH

rawl squadron is my squad of clone ocs!! i posted quite a bit about them when i was last on tumblr but they've undergone heavy revisions in the past month or so after not touching them for like a year sdkfjnskdfj right now i am reworking all of their physical designs so i dont have any new art but i hope to in the future!! and im also completely reworking their story right now!

rawl is in the 77th Attack Battalion or the "Serpent" Battalion (all of the squads are named after different serpent species!! and here's some info on what a rawl is) and is the personal squad of the battalion's jedi (think wolfpack for the 104th) previously they had a different jedi general, another oc of mine, but now cyrus is their jedi general!!

here are some pinterest boards for them if you're interested in how they would dress in modern clothing. there's also lots of tattoo inspo for all of them bc they all are heavily tattooed lmao.

NOW here are some intros for them (this was so hard to condense LMAO):

Lt. Barun (CT-3527) - first in command of the squad. batchmates with shir. his name means rain in farsi. he has a mech-arm from the same explosion that almost killed poke on their first mission as a squad. he does not like that he was put in charge and does not want to be in charge. he hates rules and loves thinking on the fly and improvising. he's impatient and reckless and has boundless amounts of energy. he's incredibly charismatic and very good at motivating people. he gets promoted to commander later in the war. pronouns are he/him. name is pronounced like bah-rune.

Sgt. Viper (CT-4091) - second in command of the squad. is the only member of the squad that only has one tattoo (a tattoo of a rawl - all members have some version of a rawl tattooed on them). is very quiet and reserved. he has compulsive tendencies and is a very by the book person. he is tense around the squad and doesn't know how to loosen up or be vulnerable which leads to him often feeling ostracized. he is incredibly level headed and who everyone looks to in a crisis situation even though he is the second in command. he is the best sharpshooter in the squad. pronouns are he/him.

ARC Trooper Clint (CT-9330) - clint is an ARC trooper and to quote my notes "basically a cowboy but make it nonbinary and gay as hell" skdjfnskdjfn he has a buzzed, shaved head that he likes to dye bright colors occasionally. they have one cybernetic eye from a mission gone wrong. very laid back and they speak with a drawl. loud! opinionated! extroverted! and adopted nitro as his introverted friend. best described as the life of the party. joined rawl later in the war and often takes other missions since they are an ARC. pronouns are he/they.

Cpl. Nitro (CT-8119) - nitro is a munitions and demolitions expert. he has dark hair that is greying at his temples. he has hearing aides due to repeated, close exposure of loud explosions and noises that have damaged his ears. he's incredibly quick witted and smart but also very blunt. he often comes off as cold and harsh. he is very introverted and Clint is his very best friend in the whole wide world. pronouns are he/him. (nitro was also the first one of the squad that i created <3)

Cpl. Carrot (CT-7149) - carrot has orange air (dyed) and has lots and lots of piercings. he is a Big Boy and he uses a Big Gun. carrot is that weird art kid. he's a hopeless romantic. very smart about specific topics but has no common sense. he is an incredibly genuine and caring person. gets hit on the most out of the entire squad but doesn't know why (its bc he's hot AND genuine). he painted the design on rawl's transport ship and he paints all of the squad's armor. pronouns are he/him.

Cpl. Shir (CT-3279) - batchmate of barun. he has long hair that goes down to his waist, but he keeps it in a braid most of the time. his name means lion in farsi. he is the Mom of the squad and also a pilot. very aggressive with his love and very protective. would fight a Sith with his bare hands if they threatened anyone in his squad. he is a very angry boy and often get in trouble for mouthing off to superiors. a cynic, a nihilist, and person who is deeply hurting!! pronouns are he/him. name is pronounced like shear.

Cpl. Robin (CT-4409) - his hair began to grey early due to a genetic mutation. he has freckles and an x shaped scar on one of his temples from a training accident. he is the scout of the squad and has the best reflexes. he is the definition of a puppy in human form. happy! excitable! friendly! and incredibly devoted to his friends. he hides his insecurities behind a bright smile and a laugh. he is best friends with jasper. pronouns are he/him.

Pt. Jasper (CT-5036) - jasper has vitiligo, something that he is very insecure about but that he grows to hate less and accept more after joining rawl. he is the best in the squad at hand to hand combat and is the squad's strategist. he is incredibly anxious, nervous and is not confident in himself. he is incredibly INCREDIBLY intelligent (like a genius) and very literal. humor often goes over his head. best friends with robin. pronouns are he/him.

Pt. Poke (CT-9651) - poke is bald and his head and upper body is crisscrossed with heavy scarring because of an explosion he was caught in during the first official mission rawl had together. he made a joke right after it happened. he has a spine implant that runs down his back, another result of the explosion that almost killed him. he is the jokester. the definition of a clown and will be cracking jokes in the middle of a mission. he gets dumb tattoos and on the surface it fits his personality but really he got them so that people would laugh at his tattoos and not his scars (he's very insecure about them). he is the jack of all trades of the squad. the glue that holds them together <3 pronouns are he/him.

oKAY AND DONE i did try to condense about 15 pages of notes but this is still very long whoops!!! THANK YOU AGAIN FOR ASKING ABOUT MY BELOVEDS!!!!

#they are so precious to me!#made them 2 years ago can you believe #also if youre curious the reason the battalion is the 77th is because 7 is a lucky number in persian culture <3 #clone ocs #sw ocs #rawl squadron #lime green danger boys #jedi master cyrus #my ocs #min answers

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Having a game that you love taken from you in any way is rough (I wouldn’t know what to do if my ykw saves were messed with after I already lost the cartridge from the first game which was a gift) but I wouldn’t say to never trust your siblings I’m pretty sure that’s paranoia and it could very well bleed into your everyday making you not trust anyone ever

But as a younger sibling myself who was an ass when I was younger, they will lie and do it again if you make a big deal about this for what reason I can’t say idk why I did things myself and if you don’t make a big deal then their likely to do it again bc ‘you didn’t care much last time’ and if you try and talk it out with them they’ll probably see it annoying so there’s no real winning and this does feel a bit harsh to say but that probably won’t change until they grow up so you’ll really just have to tell them to buzz off for the most part maybe hiding your game in your parents room would work for now though

Gonna use yhe codenamed because I think im being a bit confusing about which brother did which

Purple = Oldest. He is in his 20s

Blue = Younger. He is 16

Green = youngest. He is 12

I'm not super mad at Green. He was nine when he originally hid it, but I am mad he hid it for so long. Again, he's twelve, and also a huge asshole so I'm not super surprised nor did I trust him much anyway.

Blue and I have alwasy been close. We share things with eachother that we don't share with anyone else. Ever. He's matured a lot since he was a kid, and he knew how upset I was about losing the game. He knew where it was, he knew who took it, and he never said. And it's not because he was wanting Green to own up to it, because he and Green already have a shitty relationship and he only brought up the point that he "convinced" Green to give it back after I was already clearly upset.

Purple is the oldest, and while I'm not as close to him as I am with Blue, I at least expected him to be mature enough to idk. Let me know what was going on?? He also knew, although he claims he couldn't remember who took it. And due to that he thought it would be a bad idea to tell me because I'd "make things worse and make everyone angrier." Thanks Purple, real vote of confidence.

And yeah I'm not saying I'm never going to trust my brothers again, just that they don't deserve it right now. This whole stunt has hurt me bad. Not just because it's over a "silly game" but because they've been playing with my feelings over it for LITERAL. YEARS. and now I don't know what else has been said and done behind my back like this, to pull a sick joke on me for "talking to much about it".

And they're not getting the chance to do this again. I'm taking my games and keeping them far away from them. They don't even think what they did was wrong

#holly answers #strange_mystery #sorry if i come off as mad at you im not! im not im just . angry in general.#so im very sorry if i come off that way. im not good at this.#im mad at my brothers. not so much at green cuz again. hes 12. but im mad at the ones who i thought i had a good relationship with #who know that they can just tell me if im being annoying #i trusted them very. very deeply. i feel like ive been gutted and left to rot. because who even knows what else theyve said and done #if theyre willing to keep up a lie this long

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increasinglygeeky · 2 years

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Uhhh. Stranger Things Season 4 VOL 1. thoughts

I'm conflicted about the whole Mileven/Byler dilemma b/c I've been a Mileven girl since the beginning but hey, whatever happens in Vol 2., happens.

Mileven deserves rights just b/c El has been through so much she needs to be happy no matter what when it's all over.

RONANCE BROMANCE HELLS YEAH!!!

why the fuck weren't Dustin and Steve being my fave funky duo of this show???...DUFFERS EXPAIN

LUMAX LIVES BITCHES!!!!

Eddie being my new fave skrunkly scrimblo

Why the f is no one talking about Fred?? (His name is deadass Fred Benson hehehe) What did he kill a bunch of people????

Also did they seriously force Nancy to go through the loss of TWO close friends in the span of 3 years???

Also Chrissy deserved better she was so cute

EDDIE AND HER COULDVE BEEN BFFS MAYBE EVEN MORE B/C I DOUBT THAT PRICK JASON ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT HER TO NOT EVEN SUSPECT ABUSE!!!

Robin is....diff in this season but I'll let that slide b/c she was adorable

I feel so bad for Lucas. Baby sacrificing all his healths to just help out his friends.

Still Anti-Billy. Just beacuse of his dad gave him NO right to treat Max the way he did.

Although the letter scene did hurt especially when you think about how much Max probably wanted a normal, big, family no matter what....

I also feel so bad for Jonathan he's probably going through so much internally if he's giving himself over to weed.

EL DESERVED TO BEAT ANGELAS FACE IN I SCREAMED YOU GO MY FUNKY LITTLE GIRLBOSS!!

ERICA MY OTHER FUNKY LITTLE GIRLBOSS NOW APART OF THE PARTY HELL YEAH WHAT A QUEEN SHE WAS THIS VOLUME.!

Love the look of how you communicate from the Upside Down its probably the only comforting thing there

Honestly I'm Argyle in THAT situation

Why did we stop the California plot line midway???

Suzie is so goddamn funny

Her family helping her out was the best ever

I feel like this season/volume dials up the comedy and it actually works

I nearly had a stroke when the boys were asking about the Internet.

You could've gave Will some friends of his own or something Duffers, gotdamn.

Why did they fuck up his role so bad??

At least he actually gives a damn about El.

Im so glad will and Jonathan do refer to themsleves as El's brothers its what she deseves.

El and Will being in sibling sync had me hollering.

Seriously Mike, wtf were you thinking with those letters???

Loving the Nightmare on Elm Street shoutouts and parallels it's my fave horror series.

THEY DEADASS GOT ROBERT ENGLUND HELL YEAH!!!

NO NO STEVE/NANCY ENDGAME ARE YOU KIDDING ME NO!!! HE LITERALLY WENT THROUGH HALF OF THE SERIES GETTING OVER HER FUCK OFF.

At least their interactions reminded of how much Natalia and Joe would be so good as Nancy Thompson and Glen Lantz in a proper Elm Street remake/reboot I'm frothing at the mouth thinking about it.

STEVE HARRINGTON STOP BEING SO HOT WHEN YOU'RE BEATING THE SHIT OUT HELL BATS HAIRY TIDDIES OUT AND SPITTING UP BLOOD!!

I am in desperate need of a reader fic where we react to Steve in that scene.

Max is strong...stronger than all of us.

Wait was it Vecna who killed Barb and not the Mind Flayer??

I felt SO BAD for El when they buzzed off her hair especially when you remember her commenting that Argyle's is longer than hers she probably wanted to grow it out for as long as she can.

The rope going through the Upside Down was chefs kiss.

At least we get a proper reason to why they call it the Upside Down.

When Hopper found the church and peanut butter I almost cried b/c that's obviously the most peace hes gotten in like a year.

JOPPER JOPPER JOPPER JOPPER JOPPPER REUNION WAS BETTER THAT MY EXPECTATIONS IM SO HAPPY MY PARENTS!!!!

DID VECNA TAKE WILL THIS WHOLE TIME!?!?

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phantom-ellie · 1 year

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The Art of (Smashing) Crockery Chapter 26: Radio Silence

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It’s one in the afternoon when Ed finally trudges back to his apartment with a giant headache and feeling no better than he had before. He knew it would be a bad idea to see Jack. How long had this bender been? Ed shrugs to himself. Who would even care?

He heads straight to his room and plugs his phone into the charger before depositing himself on the bed. He stares at the ceiling, feeling sorry for himself. Hoping that maybe with the couple days of distance, he and Stede can… start over? Ed doesn’t know if he wants that. He doesn’t know if he can just be Stede’s friend.

He doesn’t know if he can be who Stede needs him to be right now.

His phone starts buzzing like crazy, and Ed squints and picks it up as it begins to charge. He’s hit with a flood of notifications. Texts, missed calls from the whole crew, Izzy, numbers he doesn’t even recognize.

He sits up and isn’t even sure where to begin. Text after text begging him to pick up his phone. Did they think Ed was in trouble? It was nice to be cared about.

Out of habit, he opens his favorite blog, wondering what Stede has been up to.

That is the last peaceful thought he has for a long time.

The blog post. The group chat notifications. The texts from Izzy. And of course, from Stede.

Stede: ok, i understand Stede: i wont bother you anymore, ed Stede: dont feel bad, nothing was your fault

Holy fucking shit.

He doesn’t even think to do anything else, dialing Stede’s number on repeat, getting frustrated with each failure to pick up. He can’t call anyone else, what if Stede calls him back? With furious tears he shoots off a desperate message.

Ed: Stede mate pick up the phonr

There’s a pause of a good two minutes as Ed dials and redials and dials and redials. Then…

Stede: i don't feel like talking

Thank fuck.

Ed: im sorry for everything, tell me where you are and ill come get you

Stede: i cant Stede: it's too far

Ed: too far from ehat

Stede: i don't want people to see me Stede: i don't want to hear i told you so anymore Stede: tell them to stop flooding my phone Stede: please

Ed: pcik up the phone Ed: talk to me

Stede: if I tell you where i am will you tell everypne

Ed: ill come get you

Stede: i don't want mary and the kids to be scared

Ed: why do you think they'd be scared

Stede: can you come alone

Should Ed go alone? Should he bring someone, an ambulance, he’s not trained for this, he doesn’t know how to…

Ed: yes Ed: anything man

Stede: ok Stede: im at pigeon point

Ed: the lighthouse?

Stede: yes

Ed: im coming there now, will you call me and stay on the phone so I can hear that you're safe?

Stede: I cant

Ed: will you wait for me to get down there?

Stede: i think Stede: 2 hours Stede: cant wait anymore

Ed: dont fuckjnf move

Ed shoots off a quick text to Lucius telling him that he’ll have more information soon, and books it for his bike. He doesn’t have time to call anyone else. They’ll have to find out about it later.

He tears off from his parking spot, grateful that he can weave in and out of traffic on his bike. Pigeon point is an hour’s drive from his location.

Fifty minutes later, Ed pulls up to the parking lot outside of the lighthouse, spotting Stede’s car as he turns into the parking lot. It looks empty, dark. Ed parks his bike and runs towards it, hoping to search for a sign of where Stede might have gone. Luckily, he doesn’t have to.

Stede is in the driver’s seat, bent over, forehead pressed against the steering wheel. For a moment Ed thinks that he’s passed out, or… worse… but when he approaches the window Stede turns his head to glance at him before reaching over to unlock the passenger-side door. Ed walks around the car and slips inside.

“Stede… oh my god, I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up before, I can explain-”

“Don’t.” Stede’s forehead is still against the steering wheel. He’s looking straight ahead, eyes red, voice shaky. “You don’t have to. I’m too tired to listen.”

“Let me drive you home, okay? You’re going to be fine.”

Stede slowly shakes his head. “Fuck, I’m so messed up, Ed.” He puts his head in his hands. Ed places a hand on Stede’s back, moving it back and forth, and Stede shudders at the touch.

“You aren’t messed up, Stede. Your life is messed up. That isn’t you.”

“You don’t… you don’t know. It’s nice of you to want to see the best in me. You’re the only one who does, I think. But it doesn’t matter. It’s all fallen apart and I can’t fix it.” Stede is crying now.

“Just talk to me, okay? Get it out. I’ll listen.”

“It’s just… why?” Stede wipes tears from his eyes, which look like they’re made of glass. “Why did I have to go and prove them all right? Do you know how hard I’ve tried? I did everything right. I gave up everything that made me happy to prove them wrong. And I still couldn’t.”

“Wrong about what?”

“I can’t…” He swallows and shakes his head. “I’m… gay. I’ve always been gay. And everyone knew it but me. Everyone.”

Ed scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “I mean… yeah… we kind of did. But it isn’t a bad thing…” His voice trails off as Stede begins to sob harder.

“You don’t understand. It’s something good to you. But to me it’s…” Stede searches for the right word. “It’s failure. It was the one thing I had to prove them all wrong about me. I had pride in defying their expectations because… god… I’ve failed to meet expectations my whole life, Ed. Every time. But I put everything on this. I wasn’t going to fail. But I did.”

“Being gay isn’t a failing, Stede. I’m gay, most of your friends are gay. Do you think they’re failures for that?”

“No, but…” He rocks forward and back a little. “If they’re right about this, if I am who they say I am… they must be right about everything else.”

“You’re wrong. They aren’t.”

“How do you know? How do I know? I don’t know anything about myself. I’m nothing. I’m broken and I’ve always been broken.”

“You aren’t broken because you’re gay, Stede.”

“I’m broken because I’m me.” Stede whispers as he places his forehead back on the steering wheel, gripping the bottom of it so hard his knuckles turn white.

“I don’t think you’re broken.” I love who you are.

“You don’t have to live with me every day. You don’t have to think these thoughts. And I’m happy for you, Ed.” He closes his eyes. “No one should have to feel this way. I’m glad Mary is leaving me. I’ll give her everything. They are going to be so happy without me.”

“Stede…”

“Ed.” Stede sighs and finally looks over. “I'm sorry that I fucked everything up between us.”

“Why are we here, Stede? What are you planning?” Ed moves his hand to Stede’s shoulder and grips it, hard. He knows the answer to his own question, and is confident that he can stop it. But it breaks his heart all the same.

“I was… I was going to drive off the cliff.” Ed nods and looks ahead at the water. “Or drive into the water from the beach. I read… drowning, it feels good. It’s peaceful. It’s the way I’ve always imagined doing it.”

Ed squeezes his shoulder harder. “How often have you imagined… doing it?”

“Oh, you know…” Stede sniffs and waves his hand. “Everyone does from time to time.”

Ed shakes his head. “No, Stede. They don’t. That isn’t normal.”

“Well, I’m not fucking normal, am I? That’s the problem.”

Ed snorts. “I don’t want you to be normal. I love you for who you are. I wish you loved yourself the same way.”

Stede’s eyes well up with tears again and he sobs quietly, placing his hand on the one gripping his shoulder.

Ed pulls him in for a hug, and Stede buries his face in Ed's shoulder and shivers.

"You know now that there's no way I'm gonna let you do this, right? I'm not leaving this car."

“I… I know. ” Stede chokes with a whisper. “I texted you.”

“You did. You texted me and told me where to find you and you waited. That means something."

Stede sighs and holds on to Ed even tighter. “I think… I need a favor.”

“Anything. Anything at all, you name it, long as it involves me driving you out of here.”

“I think this is my last… I don’t have any other options.”

“Tell me what you need, man.”

“I need… help? I can’t stop thinking about it… You make me feel brave enough to… do something better. No one else cares.”

Ed feels tears running down his face. “That isn’t true, that’s your brain lying to you. There are a whole lot of people who care about you.”

“I don't want to get help for them, Ed. I know that’s bad, but I just want you."

“You have me, Stede. Always. You believe that, right?”

Stede pulls away and wipes his eyes. He gives an exhausted smile.

“I think so.” He bites his lower lip and looks out at the ocean. “I think… I think I need to go to a hospital.”

Ed processes this for a second and then nods.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea, mate. We’re gonna get you some help, okay?”

“Will you… will you come with me? Your bike…”

“Fuck the bike.” Ed gets out of the car and walks around to open Stede’s door. “Move over, I’m driving you.” He waves his hands in a “move” motion, because there is no way Ed is letting Stede out of the car until they are somewhere safe.

Stede awkwardly lifts his legs one at a time to move over the center console, and Ed slides into the driver’s seat, turning on the car’s child locks pointedly.

“Do you want to… listen to music?” Ed asks as he starts the car.

“No.” Stede shakes his head. “I don’t.” Ed squeezes Stede’s knee and begins to drive in silence. Stede rests his head against the passenger-side window and within minutes is asleep, leaving Ed to drive silently with a mixture of terror at losing the best thing in his life and the relief at saving him, if only for now.

Chapter 27

#ofmd modern au #modern alternate universe #ellie modern au #cross posted on ao3 #ofmd fanfic #our flag means death fanfic #stede x ed #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #ellie aosc

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sillytaetime · 2 years

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Died Out; K.YY ff

Desc:// Maybe things would have worked out... as long as the flame hadn't died out.

Warnings:// none, really. This one isn't suggestive even a little bit. It'd just a cute lil fluffy relationship until the end with the break up and all, that's angsty and kinda triggering so you have been warned!

Pairings:// bf!Yugyeom x reader

WC://569

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There was only one thing that could heal a broken heart. Time, right? No. Sex.

I'm kidding. Time really does make a difference. I spent time figuring out who I was since the break up.

It was kinda nice this way. I'd gotten so used to having someone with me all the time I forgot how it felt to have company in myself. Did I miss Jungkook? Initially, yes. But I'm happy now.

I've found myself and along the way, I made myself a best friend. But that didn't last long til we were trying to suck each other's face off.

*Buzz buzz*

"Mm- oh, yug, I gotta take this. I'll be right back!" I gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Yugyeom and I were quite quick into this relationship... but I think there's good reason for that. We have great chemistry. We never fight and we make time for each other.

"Ok, im back. Sorry about that." "It's alright baby. Was is work again?" "Yeah. They want me to come in." "You should go. I know you want to." "But I wanted this day with you.." "We have tomorrow babe. I'm not going anywhere." "You're right. I'll text you later. Love you." "I love you too."

Ok so I guess I need to fill you in. I was 13 when Jungkook and I broke up. I'm 18, almost 19 now. Yugeyom and I have been together for 3 of those years.

I'm so blessed to have Yug in my life. He's the sweetest, cutest, sexiest guy I've ever met.

[3 months later]

It's August 13, my birthday!

I woke up to a text from yugyeom. "Hey, wake up sleepy head. Be ready by 8, we have a big day ahead of us!" I smile at his text. "Happy birthday btw!"

It's currently 7:42am so I just throw my haur in a messy bun and put on a pair of leggings and a crop top. At 8 sharp, I hear Yugyeoms horn outside my house. I slip on my shoes and head out the door.

"Wow, yug. This is beautiful!" "I knew you'd like it." He smiled down at me. The rest of the day we walked around town, watched a movie, got coffee and cake at the cafe... it was perfect. Except for one thing... My heart wasn't fluttering at all. Not even when we held hands... he smiled at me.. when we kissed... nothing.

I figured sleeping on it would be best. I let yugyeom stay over that night and he woke me up with breakfast in bed. "It's your favorite!" "Oh, thank you baby!" I smile so he doesn't think anything wrong. It's weird still no butterflies.

[2 months later]

I'm going to break up with Yugyeom. It's been 2 months and I no longer feel the flame between us. I texted yugyeom about 5 minutes ago to meet me at the park. I've just arrived and I see yugyeom on a bench.

"Hey... yug." "Hey babe, whats wrong? You look sad." "Yeah. I am.. We need to talk." "What about?" "Ok, im just going to cut to the chase. We need to break up." "What? Babe why?" "I've fallen out of love." I didn't even want to hear what he had to say it hurt too much for me to confess this.

For a week, I received texts from yugyeom. And then they stopped.

Maybe we were temporary. It's time to move on. With time, I guess our flame... died out

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Ik this seems rushed, but that how I wanted it to seem and I wanted to keep it short. That probably makes it a really bad fan fic but I hope you liked it regardless. I'm working on a larger project about JK (aside from 97 line) and it's taking up a lot of time to even come up with a plot. I hope you guys look forward to my other works new reactions coming soon!

Requests are always open!

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop senarios #got7 #got7 yugyeom #got7 imagines #got7 reactions #got7 scenarios #97 line #dating #fluff #angst #kim yugyeom #yugyeom #yugyeom fluff #break up

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The Path

I never make it in time to answer these and have pretty much kept this story to myself. I remember telling one person who told me “don’t repeat that, don’t mess with whatever that was” so I didn’t. I guess read at your own risk.

When I was ten I went with my parents to this campground so they could visit their friends. They had a son who I got along with, same age. Sometimes however if there was other kids around the son would try and pick on me to impress them. Me and the son went fishing and right as we’re about to leave another kid comes and joins us and the son immediately starts picking on me. Not wanting to be stuck on a boat and teased I decided to leave and walk back to the campground by myself.

I didn’t want to go straight back to my parents because they’d ask why I wasn’t with the son, and I didn’t want to get into it. So I just walked on this U shaped road. In the center of the u are campers and on the other side is woods with a lake around it. At the very center of the u is a park. Perfect I think I’ll just sit on the swings until I think enough time has passed to go back.

As I’m on the swings I notice a path directly across from me. I get up and start walking along this dirt path. There are reeds on either side of me and I have my hands stretched out as I walk dead center of this path. My hands can just barely touch these reeds unless I move closer to one side.

I walk for about 10 minutes maybe and I get to this pond. Crystal clear water and I have this urge to drink it. It looks so refreshing. I kneel down and suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck go straight up. It was like I snapped back into myself.

What am I doing? Why am I about to drink pond water? Why did I walk down this path? I start feeling really uneasy so I turn around and start walking the same way I came.

Let my clarify. There was only one path. Straight. I made no turns, I didn’t walk around this pond. I simply walked to the end of the path got freaked out about something and turned around.

Suddenly all types of bugs were now around. I kept walking and I notice the dirt path is getting more and more narrow. The reeds and tall grass are now at my arms and there’s a constant buzzing feeling n my ears from these bugs.

The path gets so narrow that I have to walk sideways to avoid the reeds. I yell out help and I hear a voice ask if I’m ok. I reply I’m lost and a woman says just walk straight honey I see you. I see nothing it’s just tall grass and reeds. I walk a few feet and see the road.

I am scratched from head to toe and there’s a woman by the playground asking what happened.

She takes a Kleenex out of her pocketbook and starts wiping some of the scratches and I tell her what happened.

I look behind me and see no path. I’m at the same park. I’m in front of the swing I was just on. The woman looks at me and tells me that I shouldn’t even think about it and to just forget it happened because I’m fine now. But she really emphasized not to talk about it.

I’ve always been on the fence about it. Im sure there was one path in and one path out. The bugs could of steered me off course. Maybe me being paranoid? Or...something more sinister that nearly trapped me for good.

source: https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/gfsi0q/whats_the_creepiest_or_most_unexplainable_thing/fpvqbxk/?utm_source=reddit&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

#My life is creepy #Halloween #ghosts #ghost #haunting #haunted #spooky #paranormal #camplife #camping

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dont-call-me-baby-posts · 2 years

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i love the idea of anders ans rachels friendship bc could they possibly be any more different

SO TRUE!! and if you think about it, Anders knew Rachel before he knew anyone else. I love this idea!!

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OK SO HOW THEY MET LETS GET INTO IT~~~

Another day, another fucking party.

Nobody here knew Anders, and no one gave a fuck about him either. But, according to the label, it was good for his “exposure” that he be here. So, here he was.

He wondered as he leaned against the wall, his fourth beer in hand, if everyone here could tell how nervous he was. Maybe they just thought he was playing it cool… did he look cool? He certainly didn’t feel cool, but he supposed he never really had. He must look awkward and out of place. He knew he did.

And so even though he’d only been here a half hour, he threw back the rest of his fourth beer and let the buzz (which was now more of a wobble) motivate him to put himself out there. Make friends. Act tough. He felt like a kid on the first day of school. Like this was freshman orientation and everyone else here had already made friends.

“Hello.” He said stiffly, walking up to a girl who was pouring herself a drink. Her back was to him, and it was with no swagger or tact that he spit out his greeting. The girl was pouring herself a Coke, sans any alcohol. And she was alone, which Anders thought was reason enough to strike up a conversation.

The girl jumped a little, letting out a sharp sound as she turned to Anders. She nearly dropped the can in her hand, making Anders regret ever even approaching her. However, once she had actually turned to face him, he regretted it even more.

“Oh, holy fuck.” He spit out, taking in the girl in front of him. He knew exactly who she was; everyone on Earth did. It was Rachel, as in the Rachel. Anders knew he’d fucked up big time, introducing himself to her, as if she’d ever give someone like him the time of day. “I am so fucking sorry. I didn’t know it was you, I-I’ll go. Im so fucking sorry.”

Rachel laughed, a hand pressed to her chest in shock. Anders began to walk away when she spoke, her voice soft compared to all the yelling and singing and other noise around them.

“Hey, wait!” She said, making him stop in his tracks. “You didn’t tell me your name. Im Rachel.”

“I know.” Anders choked, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m just…” He felt his face flush a deep red as he fumbled, further embarrassing himself. “Im trying to introduce myself to people and everything and I saw you here but I didn’t know it was you. Im really sorry.”

“So introduce yourself, then.” She smiled, a warm kind of look that Anders swore he hadn’t seen since he’d been in LA. She was perfectly well spoken, as if everything out of her mouth was rehearsed, and yet genuine. “You’re allowed to talk to me, you know. I’m not a jerk or anything.”

Anders let out a nervous laugh, picking up another beer off of the counter behind him. He was already drunk, and the last thing he needed was to be even more wasted, but maybe if he had some more he wouldn’t have to remember this interaction ever happened. He popped off the top, twisting it on his forearm, and took a sip.

“Well, if I’ve made a good impression, my name is Anders.” He giggled. “And if I haven’t, my name is Christian.”

“Anders!” Rachel gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth. “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you! I love your new song!”

“You’re a lair.”

“I’m not!” Rachel smiled, her hair shaking around her pretty head while she laughed. “I’ve been listening to it nonstop! I can’t believe you’re here!”

“I can’t believe I am, either.” Anders responded honestly, a soft laugh from both of them following. “I’m a big fan of yours, too! I mean, with your whole, uh, modeling thing. Great pictures, and all that.”

Rachel threw her head back in a laugh, her hand running through her dark hair. She tilted her head to the side, a soft expression on her face Anders couldn’t quite place. She looked…. Nice.

“That means a lot.” She giggled, taking a sip of her soda. “Do you want to go outside for a second? It’s kind of overwhelming in here.”

And so off they went, making painfully awkward conversation (mostly on Anders’ part). Rachel didn’t seem to talk about herself too much, which was surprising, and asked a lot of questions. She asked if Anders watched any sports (he didn’t), and what kinds of TV shows he likes to watch. She asked about his music and if he’d been in LA long. She seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say, which made Anders’ skin crawl in a nice kind of way.

It was almost easy talking to her after a while. (Emphasis on almost). Anders didn’t fight it, doing what he was meant to abs putting himself out there. He was just grateful he’d had someone there to catch him.

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Anders, a few months later, would consider Rachel a good friend. She was always someone to chat with at a party (back when he used to go to those), and she always did her best to make Anders feel comfortable. He’d never explicitly said to her that he was kind of a nervous person, but she just knew.

She’d sent him flowers when he got home from rehab, and texted him from time to time to see how he was doing. She was like a safety net, someone who would always be on his side no matter what the circumstances. She always sided with him when he got into a stupid fight with Harry or Logan, and told everyone to go easy on him when he said something fucking stupid.

“Guys, give himself break.” She’d say, snuggling into Logan’s side. “You’re being kind of hard on him.”

“Yeah, guys.” He’d say smugly. “Stop being mean to me.”

“You literally told me my hair cut looked bad!” Y/N would snap back, throwing an offended glance at Logan who would just shrug.

“I didn’t say it was bad, I said I liked your old hair more. That’s all.”

“Who says that!”

“I’m just being honest!”

“You’re being an ass!”

“Rachel, tell her I’m not an ass.” He’d always try, looking over at her. She’d always give that same, soft smile and let out the same, small breath.

“I think he means he’s just not used to it yet, Y/N.” Rachel would defend, her tone so soft she could probably say anything and get away with it. “I’m sure he thinks it looks lovely. Right?”

“Yeah.” He’d agree. “It’s lovely.”

Everyone else would just roll their eyes, telling Rachel yet again that she was too soft on him. She’d just smile and say she couldn’t help it. And, to be honest, Anders couldn’t help the soft spot he held for her, too.

Anyway, they were good friends. They were good friends in the way you were good friends with someone from school, who you’d see for an hour during math class and then not really talk too much too unless they needed help with their homework. He wouldn’t necessarily say they were close, but she was a friend nonetheless.

They weren’t really the kind of friends who hung out one on one. They texted here or there, Rachel asking some surface level questions that the both knew how to read into. (“How is your day going? Have you been working on any music lately? Are you coming to dinner tonight?”). It’s like she wanted to ask him if he was okay, to check in on his sobriety or his mental health and just didn’t want to make it weird and say that. Anders loved her for that, and he’d give equally as vague answers to her questions.

Rachel: I just saw a girl at lunch wearing the best pink sweater!!!!!!!!! It was so you!!!!!!!

Anders: ahhh sounds like it haha!

Rachel: I’ll have to find it for you. It would look so good with the hair color you have right now!!!!

Rachel: how are you?

Anders: I’m really good :) went to lunch with h and finished knitting that scarf I was working on ayyyyooo hbu?

Rachel: OMG send me a pic!!!!!!!

Rachel: and I’m good! I’m glad you had a good day!!!!!

And that was the just of it. Anders really did love Rachel, her softness in stark contrast to all of his rough edges. She was warm and quiet and only ever stumbled over her words when she was lying. She was a great counter weight to the heaviness he felt sometimes. She was like white noise.

Today, Anders had decided to let himself into Y/N’s house, feeling a little bit fucky and honestly just wanting to annoy his best friend for a bit. He bounced in through the front door, kicking his adidas off in the entryway and sliding around the corner to the kitchen where he could hear the sounds of someone digging through the fridge.

“Honey, I’m hooooome!” He sang, sliding himself straight into the kitchen island. It wasn’t until he had already made contact that he noticed it wasn’t Y/N at all standing there, but Rachel. She was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a tank top, her face coated in a pale green sort of concoction.

They both froze for a second, Rachel letting out a high pitched screech. He was somehow always scaring her.

“Oh. Hello.” Anders chirped, standing up a little straighter. “That’s my bad. I didn’t know you were here, uh… Is Y/N around?”

Rachel pressed a hand to her chest like she always did, leaning onto her knees for a second. “No, her and Logan went out for a second.” She huffed for another second before letting out a laugh. “Do you always make an entrance like that? You scared me a little bit.”

Anders wasn’t sure what to do, but he tried not to panic. He’d literally never been alone with Rachel since the night they met, and he was exactly sure how to navigate it. Should he just leave? She seemed occupied…

“I’m really sorry. I’m just gonna go.. I’m sorry.”

“You can stay here and wait!” Rachel stopped him, shaking her green painted face. “They should be back soon.”

“I don’t want to interrupt your, uh…” Anders started, gesturing to the face mask. “Your afternoon.”

“Oh my gosh, you so aren’t!” She gushed, closing the fridge and leaning on the island opposite him. “You should stay! I don’t mind at all! This isn’t even my house!”

She chuckled, without a hint of discomfort, making Anders twist and stand on the sides of his feet. He’d look like an asshole if he left now. She really seemed like she meant it… But what if she was just being nice? Rachel was his friend, anyway. Shouldn’t he be able to stay and hang out? It wasn’t like she was a stranger.

As if reading his thoughts, Rachel doubled down. “I mean it. I haven’t seen you in a while, anyway. We can catch up!”

And so they ended up on the couch, Rachel leaning forward with a massive pillow (Logan’s handiwork, obviously) in her lap. She talked for a bit about work and her parents (who, in a really weird way, seemed a lot like his parents, though he never told her that), and the movie she watched the night before. Eventually there was a pause in the conversation, which Anders couldn’t allow to go on for more than a second before he wanted to crawl out of his skin. He stood up a bit hastily, holding his arms stiffly arms his side.

“Do you mind if I play a game?” He asked, fully aware of the fact that he sounded like a fucking 13 year old. “Like a video game, I mean.”

Rachel pursed her lips. “Of course not.” She said, slumping a bit into the couch. “Can I play with you?”

“Oh, uh….” Anders panicked for a second, sincerely taken aback. “Yeah. For sure.”

Rachel called her hands and sat uo straighter, taking a controller from Anders outstretched hand. She was a surprisingly fast learner, catching on to all the different moves and attacks pretty quickly. Once she’d gotten the hang of it they just sat quietly together, Rachel’s soft face furrowed in stone cold concentration. Anders glanced over at her, trying to gauge whether or not she was miserable, to find that hilarious look on her face.

“What’s on your face, anyway?” He asked her, eyes moving back to the TV. “You look like a fuckin’ cucumber.”

Rachel snorted loudly, her focus on the screen faltering for just a second. “It’s a face mask.” She said simply, the paste around her mouth cracking slightly from her smiling so much. She gasped suddenly, pausing the game and turning to face him. “You should do one! Oh my gosh, you’d love it! You have to!”

Anders chuckled, anxiously fisting the controller in his hands. “Nah, I’m good.” He smiled, “Thanks, though.”

“You really should!” Rachel pressed, setting her controller onto the coffee table she had her feet propped up on. “You’d love it! It’s soooo relaxing!”

Anders blinked at her for a second, moving his lips to say no when out of his mouth came the opposite.

“Yeah, okay.” He agreed, unable to say no to her. “Slap it on me, baby.”

She took no time to drag him to the bathroom upstairs, washing her own mask off before instructing Anders to wash his face. There was something weirdly intimate about being in the bathroom together, not in a sexual way, but just in a…. Good friends kind of way. There was a tingly kind of feeling between them like Anders always got when he felt genuinely safe around someone.

Rachel stood on her toes so she was eye to eye with Anders (she was tall as fuck, so they were nearly the same height as it was), using a brush to paint the ice cold putty on his face. She shoved a fuzzy, thick headband onto his head to hold his hair back, saying it was “part of the experience”.

(Logan and Y/N had a tiny refrigerator in their bathroom for their skin care products for whatever fucking reason. Anders couldn’t even begin to describe his disappointment the first time he’d been over and found that the mini-fridge did not, in fact, have any snacks inside).

“I’m gonna be honest with you, Rachel. I hate this.” Anders giggled, only half meaning it. Rachel shushed him quietly, continuing to apply the mask.

“Give it a second.” She instructed, her voice assured and unwavering. She always sounded so sure of herself, it was honestly kind of annoying. “You need to relax. You’re scrunching up your nose.”

“I can’t help it!” He defended through a giggle, squeezing his eyes shut as Rachel painted another long stripe down his cheek. “It tickles.”

“You’re being a baby.” She teased so gently it felt like a compliment. “You’re gonna thank me later when you look two years younger.”

“Is that a guarantee?”

“So it says in the box, at least.”

Anders forced himself to hold still long enough for Rachel to finish, only snickering here and there. Rachel, when she was done, put some gooey looking patches under her eyes, saying something about how they were supposed to “wake up her face” and make her eyes “brighter”. Anders listened attentively, though most of it went over his head. He nodded enthusiastically when Rachel pointed out all of the ingredients he couldn’t have repeated the names of.

They went back down stairs, both in their respective face masks and matching headbands, picking up their game where they had left off. By now Anders felt like he was playing with any other buddy, like Matt back home. Rachel was gaining XP faster than him somehow, which Anders chose to find funny instead of annoying.

“Get that motherfucker!” Anders shouted, mashing his finger against the button as he tried to fight off the monster attacking him. Rachel ran over to him on the screen, sticking her tongue out as she swung and kicked and tried to kill the thing before it killed Anders.

“He’s too strong!” Rachel screeched, chest heaving as she tried her best to defend him. “I can’t get him!”

“Yeah, cause you’re shit at this game.” Anders teased, giggling to himself. “Use you’re fuckin’ other sword.”

“I can’t!”

“Fucking why not?”

“I don’t know!”

While Anders continued yelling and Rachel kept on yelping out panicked responses, she finally managed to kill the thing. She threw her controller down triumphantly, looking eagerly over at Anders.

“Take that!” She yelled, raising her hands in fist over her head. “Take that!”

“Yeah, take that, fucker!” Anders joined in, moving on to the next monster. “You tell ‘em, Rachel.”

Rachel picked her controller back up, following Anders to the next part of the dungeon. A skeleton popped out from a trunk on the left, which Rachel promptly took out in one hit. Anders let out an impressed hum, earning a proud smile from Rachel.

“Take that, fucker!!” She yelled, making Anders abs herself both nearly choke laughing. Anders pinched his eyes shut, opening them a second later to find Logan abs Y/N just behind them with twinning dumbfounded expressions. Anders froze, Rachel following his gaze a second later, the four of them sitting in stunned silence for a second.

“Whatcha doing?” Y/N asked, eyes shifting between the two of them.

“Playing Diablo.” Rachel squeaked back, head barely popping up over the edge of the couch. There was another bewildered pause before Logan finally spoke.

“Did you just call that guy a fucker?” She asked Rachel, her mouth straining to fight her smile. Y/N snorted out a laugh, unable to hold it back, which Rachel echoed a bit sheepishly.

“I got caught in the moment.” She laughed, shaking her head.

Y/N and Logan made themselves at home on the couch, Y/N taking over Anders’ remote while he washed off his face. He leaned into the mirror, actually kind of impressed by how soft his skin looked now. He hung the headband back up on its hook, attempting to make his hair look a little less fucked as he listened to the girls all screech and giggle and yell at the game they were no doubt sucking at right now. He smiled to himself a bit, taking in for a second how much healthier he looked lately. Much better than rehab, for sure. He felt a swell of pride in his chest which he quickly squashed, reminding himself that not being addicted to drugs was the bare fucking minimum for anyone else and not some kind of accomplishment. He still smiled at himself anyway, running his hands over his face and admiring the way it felt more alive than it had before. That same proud feeling bubbles it’s way up again, and as hard as he tried he couldn’t quell it this time. He really did feel proud of himself. It was uncomfortable and embarrassing, but it felt nice.

He couldn’t see why he didn’t let himself feel this way more often, actually.

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AHHHHH SO ANYWAY there’s that! Rachel def has given anders all her best skin care recommendations since this happened, and he will only buy stuff for his skin after it’s been approved by her. Like imagine him standing in a Sephora wearing a pair of sunglasses and a hood trying to look inconspicuous texting pictures of moisturizers to her asking if he should get them HAHAHAH

They also def play diablo together and Anders only ever plays with her because everyone else sucks HAHAH

ALSO imagine them just randomly one day having a heart to heart about their parents HAHDJSH like Rachel comes home from having lunch with them and she’s all huffy puffy and Anders is just sitting there awkwardly like 🧍‍♂️ and just listens to her vent and he doesn’t know what to say but they eventually start talking about their lives and how similar they were yet so different GSJDHWKAK awwwww I love them!!!!!!!

#NOT PROOFREAD #blacking out and breaking hearts #bobh #anders #rachel #bobh blurb #bobh short

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