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untaemedqueen · 1 year

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Warnings For This Chapter: A Misunderstanding, Early Angst Babies, Backstory Drama Begins

Chapter 4.

When you first step out of the car, the scent of manure and nature smacks you in the face like a tidal wave but there's something comforting about it.

Knowing you're about to see animals that took up so much of your imagination during your childhood feels practically euphoric in a way… Not that you'd ever reveal that to the outside world.

"You look lovely, by the way." Jeongguk breathes, closing your door for you.

"Thank you, Jeongguk," you whisper, fixing your long black gloves.

"Just Guk."

"Huh?" you inquire, lifting your sunglasses to the top of your head.

"Just call me Guk. All my friends do."

Oh.

How fucking dangerous is that? You're on friend terms now.

"Alright… Guk…"

The smile he gives is one that can be compared to the expansive universe and all its possibilities or an Aurora Borealis on a cold winter's eve -- breathtaking.

He pockets his hands casually into his ripped black jeans and his head nods towards the entrance of the large zoo. "Ready?"

"Oh yeah," you breathe, fighting the urge to smile.

As he walks beside you with an air of confidence that could smite down the lowly, you take him in. You hope you aren't rude to be thinking this but he doesn't look like the type to be into theoretical physics.

And if he is then why did he not graduate from Stanford? And why is he an escort?

It seems that he's an enigmatic puzzle quite like you.

Although some would argue that you aren't a puzzle, just dreadfully dreary.

"I can't believe you wore heels to walk around a zoo," Jeongguk laughs, pulling you from your thoughts.

Notching your eyebrow, you tilt your head to him. "I paid for a VIP tour. We don't walk."

"I see," he muses, sniffling once and lifting his arm to wrap it around your shoulders.

When you freeze, he slowly pulls away. "Just trying to get you comfortable with me. I don't have to though."

You imagine the wedding then, if you aren't comfortable with him by then people might assume you paid him and you will NOT allow people to judge you.

So you grip his wrist and fling his arm back over your shoulders without a second thought.

"Atta girl," Guk laughs.

He smells of sandalwood and citrus -- clementine, maybe? It's honestly divine and it matches him all too well.

"It's a nice day to see some animals," the escort comments, stepping past the gate with you by his side.

"Yes," you agree.

In a way, you feel kind of terrible that you have zero personality anymore. You give nothing to conversations nor can you manage to keep one up. It must be incredibly taxing to others.

Your date seems pleased with your answer though because he gives you a wide smile that makes the tips of your toes tingle.

"Do you have any pets?" you inquire.

"A dog. A Great Dane, his name is Hawking," the escort answers, pulling out his phone and showing you his wallpaper.

"Like the physicist Stephen Hawking?"

"The very same. Bingo," he muses, giving you a wink.

"What's your I-"

"Miss L/N!"

When you're cut off from speaking, the scowl that etches onto your face makes Jeongguk's eyebrows lift with amusement.

"You're feisty," he jests, turning to the person who's calling you.

You nudge him softly, the ice around you breaking for merely a moment to let in a good natured joke.

The zoo personnel that sees your disappointed expression seems to reel their excitement back in and they give you a polite smile. "It's such a pleasure to have you here. We can start your tour as soon as you're ready."

"Let me just run to the restroom, I'll be right back," you promise.

Guk nods, dropping his arm off your shoulders and watching the way you stride effortlessly towards the tribal decorated restrooms.

You've got a great ass.

"You're a lucky dude, huh?" the zookeeper breathes, stepping up beside the escort.

Jeongguk smirks, folding his arms accordingly. "Yeah, she's something else."

"She's so generous too," the keeper beams, lowering the volume of his walkie talkie.

It intrigues Guk immediately and his head cranes towards the shorter man beside him. "How so?"

"Y/N donates almost a million dollars every year to the sanctuary! She's the reason why our zoo looks so wonderful! She's the reason we can do conservation as well as we can."

Your date simply shakes his head, a wry smile etching onto his features.

There's so much of you shrouded away from the world. He wants to just get a chisel and hammer and just knock away all the stone encasing you until there's just you in your purest form left.

"Is that right?" he breathes, drifting his hands through his long hair.

You surely are a Rubik's Cube that he wants to solve.

"And to your left here we have the pygmy hippos. They're native to West Africa and are still unfortunately on the endangered species list but with all of your donations we've found a way to breed more of them," Lyle, the zookeeper informs you and your date stopping the golf cart.

"Oh, that's okay Lyle. You don't have to keep bringing up my m-"

"They're super cute!" Guk chirps, climbing out of the cart and holding his hand out to you.

The zoo tour has been going smoothly so far, you really are enjoying yourself. There's something wonderful about seeing Guk light up with each and every cute animal that makes the day even better. You've begun to wonder why you've closed yourself up so tightly over the years.

Is this what you've been missing out on?

You've been missing out on making memories with people that deserve it?

You've hidden away from the world for so long that maybe you've been missing out on good people too.

You take the escort's hand, stepping up alongside him.

He leans against the wooden railing along the habitat, letting his black hair fall into his eyes. "You can let someone gush about your donations, y'know. You're really helping them out here."

He speaks softly to you, almost as if he's trying to feather away any embarrassment that might land in your direction from his words.

"I just- My money isn't the most important thing there is."

"That's true," Jeongguk agrees, "You're more important than your money but you do help them out here. It's only right that they gush."

He smiles over at you, pushing some hair back behind your ear and you practically fall backwards at the feeling. Your heel slips awkwardly and he catches you with ease, wrapping his arm around your waist safely.

"Relax, Y/N. I know it's hard, I do. But try and relax," he murmurs, setting you upright.

Taking a deep breath, you turn towards the hippo, training your sights on the animal.

Your body is an amalgamation of sickly horror and longing all at once and you aren't sure which you should let win.

The one time Namjoon tried to push your hair back behind your ear, you smacked his wrist so hard that it left a welt for three days.

It's only been a few hours since the tour began but Guk had slowly gotten you to be more comfortable with him. From the way he jokes around with you, even though it's small and it doesn't need to be returned or the way he smiles at you like you're something brand new to his life -- it has set you at ease.

Which is why the next set of words he chooses to say makes you feel as if you're walking over glass with bare feet.

"Just let me show you what you're paying for."

When you wrinkle your nose in distaste, Guk knows that he worded it wrong. "W-Wait, I didn't mean-"

"You did. I get it. It's a job," you reply briskly.

"Y/N, no. Wait, I'm sor-"

"It was my mistake. I forgot that I was paying you. I'm at fault," you hiss, turning on your heel and walking away.

When you start to march up the hill towards the African Plains section of the zoo, Jeongguk groans loudly.

How could he drop the fucking ball like this?

He didn't mean to say it in such a way…

Guk has noticed just how happy you've been the past few hours. He's noticed how comfortable you've gotten even to the point where you've smiled more times than he can count on two hands so far.

And in an instant with nine fucking words, he's crushed your spirit and your openness.

The guilt that echoes inside of him makes his bones ache long and dull within him. His heart picks up speed and he's so flustered that he can't even register how unprofessional or how emotional he's getting.

"Lyle, get out of the cart!" Jeongguk orders, tying his hair up into a ponytail.

"I-I can't! It's against the rules! You can't drive the car-"

"Get out of the fucking cart!" Guk seethes through his teeth, grabbing onto the zoo keeper's bright green shirt and tugging him out of the driver's seat.

Has he even driven one of these things before?

No.

Does he give a flying shit?

Hell no.

Pressing his foot on the gas, the cart charges up the hill and he can see you steamrolling your way through guests with your Birkin limply hanging from your hands. Your shoulders are hunched over in a way that makes the thousands of dollars worth of clothes on your body seem like they came from the Dollar General and the escort feels sick to stomach that he did this to you.

He doesn't slow the cart down, he just honks the horn for people to move out of his way.

And when he finally reaches you, he takes a deep breath.

"Y/N, please get back in the cart," he begs, throwing his arm over the steering wheel and angling his body to look up at you.

"No," you mumble childishly, folding your arms.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Really, I didn't!" he gasps, shaking his head.

"You didn't upset me," you boldface lie, looking over at the lions as you pass by.

Now he knows that's completely untrue.

"You're gonna kill youself in those heels. They're a deathtrap. Please just get in the cart."

"You don't get to tell me what to do! I pay you! I'm your boss!" you snap, bearing your bleached teeth at him angrily.

He'll let that go. He'll let it roll off his back because he upset you in the first place.

"I just meant-"

When you start to walk faster, he curses softly under his breath. "C'mon Y/N, this cart can only go like three miles an hour."

"Good! Get lost!" you rasp, upturning your nose to him.

"Christ! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that! I just meant that you should get everything you want, you should get treated nicely!"

"Because I'm paying for it!" you guffaw, ripping your gloves off and throwing them at him.

He pulls one of the long black gloves off his shoulder with soft, apologetic eyes and he shouts after you so loudly that it makes all the patrons at the zoo turn towards you. "No! Because you're fucking beautiful and you deserve it! You deserve to be treated nicely!"

When you stop mid-step, he slams his foot on the brake

He doesn't care about the onlookers, he doesn't care about Lyle rushing up the hill with a sweaty, winded face.

He cares about you.

He rounds the cart, putting both hands on your arms. "You didn't pay me to come with you to the zoo. I came because I wanted to. And I've been having a fucking amazing time. I like getting to know you... the real you. I don't need to be paid for that. I did what came naturally to me. Me putting my arm around you, brushing your hair back -- that was second nature. I'm sorry that I misworded it and made you lose trust in my intentions. I'm happy to be here -- with you. I promise."

Jeongguk can see how red the rims of your eyes are and he's unsure if it's because of sorrow or anger but it makes him feel guiltier nonetheless.

"Really?" you mumble, looking down at your heels.

"Yes," he hisses, putting his index finger below your chin and lifting your face to look at him.

You can see how flustered he is, how heavy his breathing is and just how anxious his body language is.

He means it.

You've been studying people long enough to know when they're being sincere.

And this is an example.

You're not a normal enough person to admit that you were hurt by this, nor will you be accepting his apology because then he'll know that you really were hurt so you just give a brief nod.

"Alright," you whisper, clearing your throat.

"Okay?" he inquires, drifting his thumb over your cheekbone.

"Yes. Okay." you reply briskly.

That's good enough for him. As long as you're alright and you forgive him.

"Wanna get some food?" he asks, handing you back your gloves.

"Su-"

"I could have gotten in trouble!" Lyle heaves, leaning against the cart to catch his breath.

The both of you turn your heads to him and you both shrug in response, climbing back into the vehicle.

"I'm hungry, Lyle," you droll.

Jeongguk drapes his arm over your shoulders and he's so pleased that you allow him to. It feels good… almost right and it blows his fucking mind that this is something he can feel after Chloe decimated everything in his heart and within a fifty mile radius.

"Yes ma'am," the zookeeper whispers, getting back into the cart.

While the vehicle winds through staff-only roads towards the East Asia Eatery, you sit in silence. You're replaying your childish tantrum in your head over and over again to the point that it makes your brain want to melt.

Who the fuck is Jeongguk to rile you up? Since when do you have emotions to get hurt by what someone says in the first place?

You'll deny it until you're blue in the face but… you were having fun before, you were letting your guard down without even knowing it.

It was almost as if you didn't even have to try with the escort, he just understood you on such a level that he could break down your jaded walls without even trying.

On some level it's intriguing and on another it's absolutely frightening.

You can't let that happen again.

You won't.

Jeongguk looks at you over his rice bowl and he becomes completely deflated at the expression that sits prettily on your face.

You've closed yourself off again.

Since you've sat down at your table, you've been invested in something on your phone.

You've barely touched your food and the escort is a second thought right at this moment.

"How's everything? Can I get you anything else?" the waiter inquires.

You look up from your phone for a second and you just stare at Guk waiting for his answer.

"We're good, thanks," he breathes, setting down his chopsticks.

"Can you bring us a bottle of the red Screaming Eagle 1992?"

It's a question but it doesn't come out as such and you're throwing your dominant personality all over the place to make up for how flustered you were just a mere half an hour ago.

Jeongguk doesn't know if he should call you out for it or not. He doesn't even know what the fuck he should be doing to make you more comfortable.

He's completely lost.

You remind him of Jimin and Taehyung. He feels comfortable enough with you to speak with you like a friend and on some deeper level he wants to.

"I know you're upset with me," he sighs, pushing his plate away when the waiter leaves.

"No, I'm not," you reply, staring at your phone.

"Y/N." Jeongguk calls you.

Quirking an eyebrow, you slowly set down your phone. You give him your attention and he takes a deep breath.

"Listen, okay? I know that being comfortable with me is probably really weird to you. I understand. And I know that I fucked up earlier with how I worded what I did but you don't have to close yourself off from me."

Like always, your first defense mechanism within you is to become combative, so you do. "I never opened myself up in the first place."

"Mkay," Jeongguk huffs, running his hands over his face, "it took me a long time to be comfortable with people again after I was hurt too."

He didn't expect to do this. He didn't expect to start pouring his heart out over cheap fried rice but he doesn't want you to close up completely to him. He likes how you were just a mere hour or two ago.

When you raise an eyebrow, he continues on.

Guk doesn't even register how it took him weeks to even tell his best friends this but with you… it's almost too easy to spill his guts.

"At some point not too long ago, I got into a relationship with a client of mine. Her name was Chloe. She was… uh… rich, I guess. Really rich, like old money rich. Her great great grandfather invented the tin can or some shit… But I fell deeply into anything that had to do with her. It's like she consumed me to the point of no return."

You slowly set your phone down, watching his neck muscles strain with each word he speaks like his body is trying to stop him.

"We got toxic to the point where I would rather sleep on park benches then fucking going home. She was the devil but she looked good doing heinous shit… So when we broke up, I completely lost my sense of self. She was… everything to me. She was what made me a person for a long time and then suddenly it was gone and I was like this fucking shell of a living ghost or something."

You shoo the waiter away when he approaches and you give the handsome man in front of you all your attention.

You can see him reliving the horrendous relationship and something inside of you wants to stop it. Something inside of you wants him to stop hurting like you were hurt long ago.

So without a second thought, you wrap your hand around his.

Jeongguk gives you a smile, a genuine one and he squeezes your hand reassuringly for a moment. "I can tell you truthfully that I do understand who you are. I do understand how hurt you are, how jaded you are with other people. I completely realize how I fucked up earlier and I am sorry for it. I want you to be open with me, I want you to be comfortable and find some healing with me. Because it's not fair that you have to live in some sort of shitty turmoil while the people that made you miserable get to be happy."

When he speaks, your soul wants to thrive at his words and you swallow thickly at the sheer passion of his voice.

"I did open up," you admit.

"Yeah, I know," he whispers with a smile, "I want more of it."

"It's hard to do that," you reply, clearing your throat.

"And I know that too. But I promise you, I'm not gonna fuck up again. I want you to be yourself with me… not the self you show everyone else. The real you. And even if it takes you a while, I'd like to see it."

Oh, he talks a big game but you're almost a hundred percent sure he can back it up.

Just knowing that he's been hurt like you have gives you this blanket of protection that no one else could ever give.

"I can try," you offer, accepting the bottle of wine from the waiter when he comes around again.

"Atta girl," Guk breathes, squeezing your hand once more.

You're both two puzzles that seem difficult to solve to one another but slowly the pieces are getting revealed and it's only a matter of time before one of you completes the other.

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Whitewater

Wipeout - Chapter 4

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hey, here’s chapter four, I hope you guys enjoy! I’d really appreciate hearing any feedback you have whether that be in reblogs or comments! It def helps keep me motivated and makes this all more fun. As always my inbox is open if you have anything to say. Thanks for reading, love you guys xx

Warnings: Fighting, angst, smut

Summary: It’s time for you and Tom to talk about what happened

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Three days, you didn’t talk to Tom for three days. He’d texted you the morning after the party but you didn’t respond, and he left you alone after that. It was strange to go from talking everyday to not speaking at all. You were tempted to reach out a few times but you always ended up backing out. Part of you was embarrassed about how you’d blown up at him, and part of you was still angry. Talking to him just didn’t seem that appealing yet, you wanted to figure out what to say first.

“Knock knock,” Grace knocked on your bedroom door, cutting your morning sulk short as she peeked into your room, “Come on, this is your third day of sulking, I’d be a bad friend if I didn’t force you to do anything, or at least talk.”

“I’m just thinking,” you blushed.

“Thinking about Tom, which isn’t doing you any good. Get up, you’re gonna shower and then we’re gonna get coffee and go shopping,” she smiled as she fell down onto your bed beside you.

“I don’t wanna go shopping,” you scoffed.

“Not even at the home store?” she smiled as you suddenly became interested, “I think I’m ready to admit I need a little help decorating my room.”

“Really?” you sat up excitedly.

You’d been begging her to let you help her decorate her room since you two moved in together, but she was insistent on doing it herself. It was the one room that was all hers to decorate, but she was far too indecisive to ever finish the project. She’d already gone through two lamps, bought a new dresser, and rearranged the furniture a million times, but she still had no idea how she wanted the room to look. You’d tried giving her suggestions but she never listened, insisting that eventually she’d be able to figure out what she wanted.

She nodded, “Yes, I had my fun playing designer, but I’m ready to have a finished room now.”

“I told you Grace, interior design is serious business,” you laughed, “Alright, give me a few minutes to get ready.”

“Yay,” she hugged you before bouncing out of your bed, “Get out your paint swatches too, I think I want an accent wall.”

“You can’t paint your room, we’re renting.”

“Better to ask for forgiveness,” she sang as she went skipping back to the living room.

You dragged yourself out of bed and went padding into the bathroom. After a quick shower you threw on an old t-shirt and some shorts and let Grace drag you away to a local coffee shop to pick up a couple of drinks before you hit the home stores.

You suggested sticking to a boho, beachy theme to match with her usual aesthetic and Grace seemed happy with that. She also liked your suggestion of peel and stick wallpaper instead of paint. That way she could get her accent wall and you could get your safety deposit back. As soon as you arrived you dragged her past the paint and to the wallpapers, where she began digging through racks for something she liked.

“I’m not super into these geometric ones, and the florals seem kind of old lady-ish,” she knit her brows, “I think I want something green, or tan, maybe blue.”

“I’d go with tan or green,” you hummed.

“Good call,” she moved further down the aisle and glanced back at you for a moment, “We’ll pry have to ask the boys to help us put this up huh?”

You frowned, “Yeah, Haz could help.”

“Okay, does that mean you and Tom just aren’t going to talk anymore?” she pressed.

“I don’t know yet Grace, I mean that’s not really what I want but I’m still angry and everything,” you crossed your arms, “Can we please stick to wallpaper?”

She nodded, “Yeah, I think I like this one,” she pulled out a roll of white paper decorated with deep tan palm trees, waves, suns, and other small, beachy doodles that seemed almost hand drawn.

“That’s really cute Grace, I think it’d look good on the wall you have your bed against,” you squinted at the label on the roll as you tried to find the size, “California dreamin’,” you chuckled at the name, “I think one roll should cover it, but maybe we should get a second just in case?”

“Better safe than sorry,” she chimed, tossing two rolls into your shopping cart, “Come on, I wanna find a night stand too.”

“Alright,” you followed behind her with a frown. Walking through the store was reminding you of Tom, there wasn’t any particular reason really, you just had Tom on the brain, “Why do you think he does stuff like this?”

“Tom?”

You nodded.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “You’d have to talk to him about that.”

“Yeah, I still don’t really want to do that right now.”

“Well you could try telling me about it. It might feel good just to vent.”

“Okay,” you took a deep breath before you continued, “It just really sucked. He ditched me for someone else and it made me feel really insecure.”

“Because he was with someone else?”

“Because he picked her over me. It made me feel like he’s just into me because I’m there, and I’d like him to be sleeping with me because he’s attracted to me, not just because I’m willing.”

“Of course he’s attracted to you (y/n), he’s the one who came on to you in the first place. Plus before he used to just call you my really pretty friend before he got your name down,” she laughed, “I don’t think attraction is an issue at all, and I don’t think he sleeps with you just because you're there either. Don’t get me wrong, it was super douchey, and I’m not trying to defend him, but I don’t want you to get down on yourself because of it. You’re gorgeous, Tom, and me, and everyone else who’s ever seen you knows it. If Tom, or any other guy, does some shitty thing like he did, it’s because of him, not you.”

“Thank you Grace,” you flushed at her kind words and leaned forward on the handlebars of the cart, “You’re right, it’s on him if he’s gonna be a dick.”

“Exactly, and no more pouting. We’re home shopping, that’s like one of your five favorite things to do,” Grace smiled and squeezed your shoulder. You knew she was trying her best to cheer you up, but it wasn’t helping much, “Just come look at all these shelves, you love shelves.”

“I do like shelves,” you agreed, tracing over the edge of a simple wooden floating shelf, “Last time I was here with Tom he tried to buy the ugliest shelf I’ve ever seen. I don’t even think he liked it honestly, I think he just liked that it was making me mad.”

“I don’t want to push you on this again because it seems like it’s kind of a touchy subject, but are you totally sure you aren’t catching feelings for Tom?”

You groaned, “Of course I’m not catching feelings Grace, and you said it yourself. He was being super douchey, and I’m upset about it. Can’t I be upset about that without it meaning anything more?”

“Yeah, but I want you to be sure. I don’t want you to get your heart broken.”

“I won’t, I already told you before I don’t have feelings for him, and I still don’t. I’m just mad because he was being a dick and he made me feel like shit. If I thought I was catching feelings or something then I would call things off. I might still call things off, I don’t know, I just need to talk to him,” you huffed.

“I think you need to sleep with someone else,” Grace hummed, “Get over by getting under. Is there anyone else in town you’d want to sleep with?”

You frowned, “The only guys I really hang out with are Tom and Haz, and sometimes Tom’s brothers. I mean Haz is hot b-”

“Ew!” she snapped, “Harrison isn’t hot!”

You rolled your eyes, “Well of course you don’t think he’s hot, he’s your cousin.”

“Yeah, and that makes him off limits to you,” she glared, “Pick someone else.”

“I don’t know… If we’re going purely on looks, maybe Leo?”

“Leo Black?” she gaped, “You have the worst taste ever.”

“What? He’s cute.”

“He’s a fucky boy, you need someone more mellow,” she hummed, “Like Adrien or something.”

You crinkled your nose, “Adrien? I mean he’s cute and nice and everything, but I like guys who are a little more… Outgoing.”

“No babe, trust me, shy guys are the best,” she smirked, “At least in bed.”

You started to laugh, “Maybe you’re right but I’m sticking with Leo.”

“I can’t believe I’m letting you decorate my room with taste like that,” she cringed.

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Four days after the party and one day after talking with Grace you decided you were ready to talk to Tom again, though you weren’t exactly sure how to go about it. You wanted to text him and ask him to talk, but you were worried that he wouldn’t want to, or worse, he wouldn’t respond at all. Things were made even worse when you got to work and remembered that it was Tuesday, which meant Tom would be outside all day teaching his surf class.

You couldn’t stop yourself from staring when you stepped outside to clean the patio, he just looked cute out there helping the kids. Every stolen glance made your heartache a little more, reminding you of just how much you missed hanging out with him. A few times you caught him looking your way too, he’d crack a small smile but you would just turn away. The smile at least assured you that he probably would want to talk, but you knew you’d have to wait until your shift ended. Tom however, had never been very patient, and he had no interest in waiting until you were off work.

While you were busy scrubbing tables clean Tom sent Paddy running up to the patio to talk to you for him. He was the only kid in class Tom could trust with such an important task, and also the only one he could boss around to that degree. Paddy jumped onto the railing of the patio, leaning over it so he could wave and get your attention.

“(y/n)?” he blushed as he spoke.

“Hi Paddy,” you smiled over at him, “You know there’s no minors allowed.”

“I-I know, Tom asked me to come give this to you,” he held out a small seashell to you, “He thought you would like it.”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek to fight your smile as you took the shell from him. It was a simple white shell with a hole in it that looked like a jagged heart, “That’s really sweet, thank you,” you sighed, “Could you do me a favor Paddy?”

He nodded, “Totally.”

“Could you tell Tom to text me when you get back over there?”

“Got it,” he nodded again and went scrambling back down the beach.

You smiled down at the shell before placing it in your pocket. The simple, sweet gesture was enough to assure you that everything would be okay. Tom still valued your friendship, and you were hopeful that you two could talk things out and go back to normal. You’d probably stop sleeping together, but you cared a lot more about keeping him as a friend anyway.

Tom glanced your way again as Paddy returned to the group, though this time you didn’t look away from him. His lips curled upwards as Paddy whispered to him. He waved at you, happy to see you were finally smiling back. You waved back at him before walking back into the restaurant. Soon Tom’s class wrapped up and you watched him and his students leave the beach. As soon as he stepped back into Aqua Life you had your eyes on your phone, waiting for him to text you. Sure enough it came through just moments after he entered the building.

T: Hey flower, I hope you liked the shell. If you want to talk or something we could get together after work

You smiled down at your phone before replying.

Y: The shell was sweet, I’m off at 4, I can get together anytime after that

T: I’m off at 3, you wanna swing by my place after work?

Y: I’ll be there

T: Looking forward to it 😚

You rolled your eyes and shoved your phone back into your pocket. The last hours of your shift flew by, and you found you were much more focused on what you were going to say to Tom than your actual job. You wanted to go in prepared so you could tell him exactly why you were upset without getting worked up again, but all you could come up with was calling him a dick. Which certainly didn’t cover the range of emotions you had been feeling.

After clocking out you went straight for your car, your heart hammered with every step you took, a wave of anxiety washed over you as you pulled out of the parking lot. You found yourself wishing he lived further away. You had hardly prepared what you wanted to say, and you had no idea what Tom was going to say either. Sure he was being sweet, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have an earful prepared for you too. You’d made a scene at his roommate's birthday party, embarrassing both of you in front of everyone there. Granted it wasn’t your normal crowd, but it was still rude, and very unlike you.

Tom’s house came into view far too quickly, both his and Harrison’s car were sitting in the driveway. You parked on the side of the road and pulled on a sweater before you paced up to their door. You knocked softly and crossed your arms while you waited for him to answer.

Instead of Tom you were met with Harrison, with a big smile on his face, “Hi (y/n), it’s good to see you.”

“Hi,” you blushed awkwardly, “I-I just came by to talk to Tom.”

“Right but before you do that I-”

He was cut off by Tom, who wiggled in between him and the door to get to you, “Don’t mind Haz love, come on in.”

“Yes mind Haz,” Harrison snapped as Tom pulled you inside, “Look Tom doesn’t seem to think that this is an important matter, but I need to talk to you much more urgently than he does.”

You frowned and knit your brows, “Why?”

Tom rolled his eyes a Harrison started talking, “So that lemonade you make us-”

“He’s fucking obsessed with it,” Tom interrupted again.

“Stop interrupting,” Harrison glared at him, “Anyways I’ve put a lot of thought into this alright? And I’ve been trying to narrow it down so I just really need to know, does it have blue raspberry in it?”

You laughed at how serious he was and shook your head, “No, no blue raspberry.”

“Seriously?” he groaned, “I thought I was onto something. What about vanilla?”

“No vanilla either,” you smirked, “You’re never gonna guess it Haz, and I’m never gonna tell you either.”

“Oh I will guess it,” he said it almost like it was a threat, “Mark my words I will figure this out.”

“Well you can keep guessing some other time, (y/n)’s here to talk to me,” Tom set his hand on your back, “We’ll be out back if you need us.”

The small gesture helped relax you a bit, you found yourself leaning into his touch while you walked. On his back patio they had two white wooden chairs and a small table where you could sit and overlook the beach. You’d always been jealous of Tom and Harrison’s home, they rented a two story house on the beach for remarkably cheap from Tom’s parents. It had a gorgeous view, and of course the boys got to run out on the beach anytime they pleased.

“You’re really lucky you’ve got such a nice view,” you commented as you two sat down.

“I know,” he smiled at you, “I know we’ve got serious stuff to talk about, but I wanted to start by telling you I’ve really missed you.”

“I missed you too Tom,” you blushed, “I, uh, I don’t really know where to start.”

“Me either,” he admitted, “I guess I still don’t really know what happened...”

That made a bit of anger bubble up inside of you. It seemed so obvious to you. How could he not get what the issue was?

“You invited me to go out with you and you spent the night hitting on someone else, it pissed me off, and rightfully so,” you scoffed.

“But you’ve never got mad about me hitting on someone before. I mean we aren’t together, that sort of thing shouldn’t piss you off,” he frowned.

“It’s not the hitting on someone part that bugged me!” you snapped, your cheeks suddenly flushing red, “It’s the fact that you invited me out, we made plans, and then you wanted to run off with someone else. How do you not see how that would hurt me?”

“I,” his mouth hung open for just a moment and his tongue darted out over his bottom lip, “It was just a little harmless flirting.”

“But you invited me out!” you snapped, “You invited me to go out of town and then we made all these plans and then you ran off to flirt with her instead.”

“Well I can’t help it if you get jealous (y/n),” he snapped back, “That’s on you.”

All the same anger you’d felt that night was coming rushing back to you. How dare he accuse you of being jealous? Of course you weren’t jealous.

“I am not jealous Tom,” you seethed, “I’m angry because I didn’t know anyone there and you just ditched me. That’s not how you treat your friends when you invite them places, don’t try to pin this on me just because you don’t want to apologize.”

“I am perfectly fine with apologizing,” he glared at you, “I’m the one that’s been trying to actually talk about this. You just wanted to call things off.”

“Yeah because I don’t want to sleep with someone who only cares about sleeping with me when no one else is around!” you could feel your throat getting tight and your eyes starting to blur, you still didn’t want to cry but you weren’t sure how long you could keep it together, “Our friendship isn’t just a regular friendship Tom. There’s a certain degree of vulnerability that comes with sex and it makes me feel like shit when you ask me to spend the night with you then you try to run off with someone else. Me not wanting you to rub the fact that you found someone prettier in my face does not make me jealous. It just makes me insecure, and it is perfectly reasonable for me to get insecure sometimes! I’m a person, not a fucking blow up doll!” you had lost it, breaking down into violent sobs as you finished your rant.

Tom had never seen you cry and he didn’t really know how to handle it. It made him feel awful, especially knowing he was the cause of it. He wanted to comfort you but he wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it.

He moved his chair closer to yours and reached over to touch you. He went slow, making sure you had plenty of time to push him away before he set his hand on your cheek, “I didn’t think she was prettier than you,” he wiped your teary eyes with a frown, “I never do. You’re really gorgeous (y/n), and you’ve got nothing to be insecure about. I’m sorry I made you feel otherwise,” he pursed his lips before he continued, “I don’t know if telling you this is gonna make this worse or better but I wasn’t flirting with her because I was into her or something. It’s just that sometimes when I flirt with other girls you get a little annoyed and you know…” he trailed off for a second, “Well you just get a little rougher in bed when you’re annoyed. I was just trying to have a bit of fun, I’m sorry I hurt you in doing that.”

“You’re such a dick,” you mumbled through your tears, “Why couldn’t you just tell me you liked it rough or something?”

“I’m sorry,” he wiped your tears again, “Look I know I can be really self centered but I try not to act like that with the people I care about. I promise I wouldn’t have done it if I knew it was hurting you.”

You found yourself leaning into him again. There was comfort in his words, and it was nice to be reassured that he found you as attractive as you found him. His explanation seemed genuine, even if his reasoning was still dickish, you appreciated his honesty. That didn’t mean he had hurt you any less though.

“I don’t see why you wouldn’t just tell me that though, or why you didn’t realize that would hurt me. I mean you’d be pissed if I invited you out of town and then left you all alone once we got there.”

“Yeah…” he was quiet for a minute as he imagined the scenario, “Yeah, it would really piss me off. I wasn’t thinking about how it would make you feel, and I should have been. I mean Harrison told me it was shitty too, but I did it anyway, I was just being selfish, I’m sorry I don’t have a better explanation than that.”

“You should listen to Harrison more often,” you advised.

He chuckled, “I know, he really is the brains of the operation.”

You let out a light laugh and your lips curled to a smile, “You just realized?”

“Of course not, I just don’t like to admit it,” he winked, “You know what might make you feel better?”

“What?”

“Giving me a taste of my own medicine.”

You frowned and knit your brows, “What do you mean?”

“You know, we go out of town again, you ditch me to go flirt with some other guy,” he cracked a small smile, “Sometimes a little revenge is all you need.”

You laughed lightly, “That’s really petty Tom.”

“I know,” he nodded, “That’s why it will make you feel better.”

“I don’t think it will be the same if you know that I’m doing it.”

“I’m sure it’ll have the same effect,” he hummed and leaned forward, setting his hands over your thighs, “If you don’t want to it’s fine, I just thought it might help. Sometimes it feels good to be petty.”

“Yeah, it does,” you agreed, “I don’t wanna go out of town again though. Maybe just out with some of my friends from school, and you can go sit somewhere while I flirt.”

“Whatever you want love,” he squeezed your legs, “If you want to go party with the dickhead college boys then so be it.”

“You’ll fit right in,” you bit back.

“Ouch,” he chuckled, “That hurts love.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault, you’ve got a lot in common,” you hummed.

“You know that’s not true Flower, I mean for one, I can actually make you cum,” his lips drew into that all too familiar cocky smile, “And I give great head.”

You pursed your lips, “Most of the time.”

His jaw fell open, “Most of the time? Come on, you’re just trying to hurt my feelings now,” he sank back into his chair with a dramatic sigh, “You know if you tell me you’ve been faking it I’m going to be totally crushed.”

“I was talking about the oral, I’ve never faked it,” you clarified, “I don’t like it when you bite my thighs.”

“Oh my god I haven’t done that since like the first time we got together,” he scoffed, “I stopped the second you said you didn’t like it. You can’t hold that against me forever.”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, I just think you’ve got a little room for improvement there.”

“Is that a challenge?” he sat back up, leaning in towards you while he narrowed his eyes, “Because we can go to my room and settle that right now.”

“I don’t know, it’s not really that sexy if you’re only doing it to prove a point,” you hummed.

“It’s not just to prove a point, it also happens to be something I rather enjoy doing,” he leaned in even close to you with a smirk, “And it’d be a chance to make up for this weekend,” his lips barely brushed along your jawline, leaving feint kisses there that made you shiver, “We could do it right here if you wanted. I’ve never done anything in public, it might be sort of fun.”

“This is a patio, it’s not public,” you bit your lip as he moved down your neck.

He pulled back slightly so he could meet your eyes, “But we’re right in front of a public beach, and Haz is just inside, it’s still pretty risky.”

“It’s no more risky than doing it in a car, or when there’s other people in the house,” you retorted.

His lips curled into a smile before returning to your skin, “Shh, it’s more fun if there’s a little risk Flower.”

“Getting caught wouldn’t be fun Tom.”

“Hey,” he pressed his lips to your ear before whispering, “I said shh.”

You bit your lip again and held your tongue, deciding it was probably in your best interest not to interrupt him again. He kissed a trail down your neck, stopping at the collar of your sweater, making you wish you’d left it off. Strong hands sank into your waist, one of them slipping forward to unbutton your shorts. Your whole body buzzed with anticipation while he dragged the zipper down, anxiously waiting for his next move. Without breaking contact he moved to his knees in front of you and lifted your hips off the chair. He tugged your shorts off and carefully sat them beside your chair.

“Getting all wet for me huh?” he stopped sucking at your skin just long enough to tease you, dragging his index finger over the front of your underwear.

You nodded, craning your neck back to give him better access to your skin, “You’re gonna get uncomfortable on your knees, maybe we should la-”

“Don’t worry about me,” he interrupted as he placed a hand on the back of your head, forcing your head back down so you could meet his eyes, “This is about you, okay?”

You only nodded, your eyes dropped down to his lips for just a moment before he pressed them against yours. You smiled at the familiar taste of his piña colada chapstick and laced one of your hands through his hair. Both of his hands returned to your waist, they wandered up your torso and under your sweater, taking a brief feel of your soft skin before they returned to your underwear. He hooked his fingers on the edge and gently tugged them off your hips, carefully setting them on top of your shorts. You licked his bottom lip to show him that you were ready for more, but Tom intended to take his time. He kissed you slow and steady and kept his hands at your waist.

Finally he nipped at your bottom lip and you thought he might give you something more, but instead he pulled away. He smiled when he noticed the small pout on your lips and bent down to kiss your thigh. He trailed quick, playful kisses all the way up your leg, stopping just before he reached your core. He then repeated the process on the other leg before he moved his hands down to your thighs.

“Are you ready angel?” he purred, looking up at you with the most sultry smile you’d ever seen.

You licked your lips and nodded, Tom let out a low chuckle before he spread your legs. You shivered at the newfound exposure and he started kissing the inside of your thighs. They were slow, open mouthed kisses that made it hard for you to breathe. Part of you wanted to yell and demand that he hurry it up, but really you loved the build up. It always made it so much better when he finally did touch you. You watched his lips move closer and closer to your core until finally he was right there, but instead of giving you what you needed most, he started kissing your stomach.

“Tom,” you groaned in frustration.

He glanced up at you and winked before he pressed his lips to your clit. It began as a soft, gentle kiss, but in seconds he was running his tongue over you. You gasped happily and once again your hand found its way to his hair. Tom groaned in approval as he started sucking at your clit. His right hand left your thigh and reached around to press against your lower back, pushing you even closer to him. You whimpered above him as you watched him work between your legs. Suddenly he licked a long stripe up you, causing you to moan and throw your head back.

You could feel his lips curl to a smile as they worked against you. You tried to spread your legs further but the arms of the chair were preventing you from doing so. Noticing your struggle Tom pulled you forward and lifted your left leg over his shoulder. Now you were seated right on the edge of the chair, your hips angled upwards while he teased your entrance. The new angle allowed you to rock your hips against him, which made him moan against you.

Tom flicked his tongue over you a few times before dipping inside of you. You expected him to add a finger but it never came, instead he used his tongue to push you closer and closer to the edge. Your stomach was tied in knots, everything he did was edging you towards your finish.

“Tom,” you gasped as he returned to your clit very suddenly.

Tom picked up his speed, there was nothing he loved more than to hear you moaning his name. He could tell you were close, and he was eager to have you fall apart for him. He couldn’t see your face, although he would have liked to, but the way you were moaning and rocking your hips already had him hard enough. If he had a free hand he would have reached down to touch himself, but he was much more focused on making you feel good at the moment.

“Tom,” his name came out like a plea, like you were begging him to bring you to your climax, “Tom.”

He dipped his tongue into you again, teasing you for a moment before he took your clit between his lips. Your whole body was burning, your breath came out in short pants while you tugged at his hair. He pressed you even closer to him, humming contently against your sensitive skin. The vibrations were what finally did it for you, an intense wave of pleasure overtook you and you came undone against his mouth. He continued to lap at you while you fell apart, helping to work through your high. When your grip on his hair loosened he took it as his signal to stop and slowly pulled back from between your legs.

Tom kissed the top of your thigh before he glanced up at you, your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were heavy. It was totally erotic, and Tom couldn’t stop himself from pulling you into a kiss. He kissed you hard, feverishly working his lips against yours.

“Gorgeous,” he purred as he pulled away.

Your cheeks flushed a shade darker as you noticed the tent that had formed in his pants, “Do you want me too..?”

“Not unless you want to,�� he smiled at you as he reached for your underwear, “I was thinking we could head back to my room though and thrown on a movie, maybe order dinner,” he bit his cheek as he tugged your underwear back up your legs, “You know, try and make up for the other night. But I understand if you’re still upset and you’d rather just go home or something. I just, uh,” he cleared his throat and reached for your shorts, “I wanna make sure we’re okay you know?” he peaked up at you hopefully.

You could tell he was worried about what you would say, and truthfully you were unsure how you felt. On one hand you were still hurt, but on the other hand it was Tom. He had already shown you he was willing to do whatever he had to to make you feel better and make things up to you. That effort meant a lot, and you knew Tom well enough to know he would never hurt you intentionally, he was just nearsighted.

“I think a movie would be nice, dinner too,” you agreed, “But I’m still kind of hurt Tom, and I’m feeling okay right now, but we might need to talk about it again, I’m just not sure right now.”

“That’s okay love, we can talk about it anytime you need,” he kissed your forehead as he tugged your shorts back on, “I’m sure you’ll feel better after you get to shove it in my face this weekend.”

You chuckled and nodded, “Yeah, I’m sure that will help. Thanks for helping me get dressed.”

“Well it was only fair since I was the one that undressed you,” he stood up and offered you his hand, “Come on, dinner’s on me.”

“Wow,” you grinned, “I feel spoiled.”

“Hey, someone’s gotta do it,” he winked and tossed his arm over your shoulder as he walked you back towards his house.

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restinsodaroni · 1 year

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I'll try posting the FAQ this way lol, hopefully this works better! So read below to see the asks I will and won't accept or answers to common questions I get! I'll be linking this in my pinned post!

Alright! Please read this before sending in an ask!

REMEMBER AN ACTUAL PERSON (Me) RUNS THIS ACCOUNT NOT SUN OR MOON! KEEP THAT IN MIND BEFORE SENDING ANYTHING!! THANK YOU!!

🚫Evidently I am going to have to be stricter now since I have been creeped out numerous times on here. So yeah I will be blocking folks who keep disregarding my boundaries or just being impolite! Sorry! 🚫

Hey so please don't:

• Send me any questions that ask about what would Sun and Moon do if you were harming yourself no matter the severity or the circumstances. It makes me uncomfortable and I shouldn't have to explain why.

• Spam the same ask especially everyday! That is not gonna get me to answer you. Spamming = Block I am not going to be lenient about this anymore!

• Send me an ask to change Y/N's body type.

Here's a post where I talk about said boundaries.

Can I draw you fanart or send you a fic centered around your AU?

How do you pronounce your Username?

It's rest in sodaroni ! It's a play on the phrase rest in pepperoni. I made a joke about it a while ago with my sibling and decided to make it my username lol. Yes I know separating the words would have been ideal, but I'm not changing it now!

Sure you can! As long as it’s sfw then its fine!

Are you ok with nsfw being sent to you?

I am not! I’d like to keep this blog sfw please!

How come you haven’t answered my ask?

Well that’s because I get sent A LOT of asks. And a majority of them need comic responses which takes time to do. Not to mention my schedule is pretty hectic, even when I have free time I don't know if I'll have time to myself lol.

And I have other projects, art, and my Daycare Attendant fics I want to work on too sometimes. So just know if you send in an ask it may take me a while to answer it!

Also I may not have a good idea how to answer your ask at the time. Or I'm just overwhelmed at the moment lol 😅 And please don't spam the same ask in my inbox. Spamming = Block

Where can I read your fanfics?

You can read them right here!

‼️ Disclaimer! Please read the tags and summary for either fics! I don't want you to be blindsided when you find out the fic isn't 100% fluff or wholesome! Just gonna give you a heads up lol ‼️

When will the next chapter of your fic(s) be out?

I promise you I'm working on it! It just takes me longer because of the drawings since I am putting more effort into them now!

Can I use one of your drawings as an icon, wallpaper, etc?

Yeah that’s fine!

Why did you draw Sun, Moon, or Eclipse like *Insert questions here*?

Why does anyone draw the way they do? Because I wanted to lol, and I like how it looks. That's basically it haha.

Can you draw me/myoc/my sun and moon/a meme?

Sure! But please send a picture of what you want me to draw! I got a handful of asks that requested this but sent me no reference photos so I don’t know what to draw lol.

Also don't send me drawing prompts of your characters/You getting too intimate with Sun and Moon or even Y/n. (Yes, I have to add Y/n on here now...)

If you want a hug cool, anything more than that I will probably not draw since some people can't behave lol.

If you send a question about wanting to be mean or even hurt Sun or Moon just don't get upset by the response you are given lol. It's just a comic, it's not real and Sun and Moon are not really mad.

Where do you get your gifs/screenshots of the Daycare Attendant?

I watch a lot of Fnaf security breach sfm videos on YouTube so sometimes I come across a funny video clip and screenshot or make a gif of it.

Who is your favorite? Sun or Moon?

I’ll be honest, I can’t pick between the two lol. I like them both!

I don't like your art style/ I don't like how you draw Sun, Moon, or Eclipse/ One of your drawings came out weird lol / You don't draw as good as the other artists.

It's fine if you don't like my art style, but please just keep it to yourself, your blog, your friends, your grandmother, or whatever. Like idk why people on here felt the need to tell this to me, but yeah don't do that. And no, telling me you don't like my art style but like my comics isn't the compliment you think it is. I wouldn't have cared so much until I got a few people telling me this pretty much every time I posted. I ignored it as long as I could lol 🤷🏻‍♀️

This pertains to a few asks so I'll address it here:

I know when someone is fetish farming, I'm not naive lol. Like it seems really suspicious when I have the same person/anon desperately trying to get me to draw a specific ask 👀 soooo cut that shit out lol. It's very creepy and goes against my consent. Also chill with the dark humor.

*Ok so I’m going to be talking about a heavy topic here so read no further if you experience thoughts of self-harm or depressive thoughts!*

I don’t believe I would get an ask like this again but this is just in case! ( Edit: nevermind I did get more asks pertaining to self-harm smh ) I don’t mind drawing you something if you had a bad day, but I will not draw something for someone who requesting me to comfort them with a drawing of Sun or Moon because they self-harmed. I’m sorry if that sounds harsh, but I just can’t. I go over my reasoning in this post. Please don't send me any self-harm related questions!

*End of the serious topic!*

And that should be it! I may update this down the line! Thank you for taking the time to read this!

#restinsodaroni talking

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junsei-draws-rotasu · 1 year

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Monkie Kid: A Hero Is Born Live blog rewatch

Before I can go to S3, the season I left off and avoided for sometime until it’s available to watch, I needed to refresh my memory.

Oh wow straight to the intro

I also forgot that this has the same studio that animated ROTTMNT cuz the animation is sick!

Fun fact I only started to watch this because of a TIKTOK video of Macaque

The fight sciences scenes😍

Not SWK trapping DBK under a mountain just like Buddha did to him 🙂

Is this how the Journey to the West really ended? I really want to read but I don’t have it in me to read it. I’m just waiting for Overly Sarcastic Productions to make their video

Wow, sick translation Narrator

Ngl I forgot how Monkie Kid characters sounds like. With the fanfics I had read I genuinely written off Tang having a smooth gentle voice

Although MK’s voices caught me off guard

!!! I never noticed this!

This is a nice wallpaper

A warthog vs a pig in cooking… not sure who’s going to win this one /s

M.K. has some nice jams to listen too

M.K. is like me with phone screens. Never bother fixing them :,)

There's our impulsive Monkey!

How does M.K. do that?! How did he climbs—ah anime cartoon logic combined together is dumber than normal

You know I just realized. If this was an anime, you know they would put fan service on Iron Fan Princess

Even SWK was surprised at MK

Is that bull a robot or those arms are just prosthetics?

Oh, it is a Robot… you would think the Robots they created wouldn’t have this much emotions in them.

“Deemed worthy can hold it” what is this? Excalibur?

Just what kind of mystic did you infuse in that gauntlet?

Oh wow, Red Son you actually did it! Didn’t remember that

Can you even call that a mountain anymore? It turned into a hill!

Ooooo, didn’t remember that broken horn on DBK

“I had returned to the world of the living!” You didn’t die DBK, just sealed 😒

"No go away" *proceeds to peck* SWK you little shit

Aw, Red Son’s little face when DBK said excellent 🥹

What’s nothing more romantic than having your first meeting of your partner than landing on them… literally

I’m just giddy and amused by Red Sons antics on trying to look cool and impress his father

“Noodle boy” Oop, he said it!

Really want to put ADHD on M.K.’s character sheet cuz he just zoned out by looking at SWK staff

The two kids in the room having exaggerated expressions while the adults are just there with tired and confuse expression XD

Ah, I seem to forget that M.K. is also a little shit

With DBK’s exaggerated movements, I think I know where Red Son’s love of theatrics came from

The vehicle looks out of place

Not the noodles!

Red Son, why are you always ready to combust?… actually wait, don’t answer that

Oh that poor women’s apartment! How will she pay for it???

“Pigsy going to kill me🥹” Not if Red Son kills you first

Does the actual toy of the car really have a motorcycle inside?

Now how did Mei know M.K. was in trouble?

Ows, the property damage 😬

We all need Mei as a friend. I would know, because I am her

Something rare and expensive… go to a museum, but remembering the plot, it has to be a shoe

I'm sooo using this as a reaction

Props to the cashier to tell an intimidating person to go back in line

This feels like a fever dream but it's not

They’re immediately got to Flower Fruit Mountain?! Where’s the gag of day and night cycles going too fast?! Missed opportunity really

Technology defeated magic, oh how Rise!Donnie would be so smug

Here’s the cliche protag team thinking the MC is dead but they’re really not

Aw 🥺

You know they’re really angry when they’re smiling instead of raging

To think that staff used to be a pillar of a Sea Dragon God

Not my boy M.K. releasing the recent traumatic event he went through

Comparing Sha Wujing and Sandy… they look nothing alike… is this why people likes to write fanfics where Sandy killed Sha Wujing?

Yeah I don’t recall this magical sequence…

Aw, M.K. 🥹

Once again, I’m taken back at the voice

And here I thought it was fanon that SWK had his eye on M.K. as his successor for a while

Man, I would be mad at SWK for thrusting this kid into this situation but I remember now SWK is sooooo

“You believe in ourselves” that… does sound like a good plan

Convenient

Wow M.K. got rebirth into a stone egg

I was about to comment on how history going to repeat itself then I remember the future episodes I’m going to watch and DBK clearly not trap under something

Ow, that’s going to hurt

I’m having severe flashbacks of Krang vs Leo fight here qwq

Here’s the toy shot

I finally get it! Red Son's nickname for Mei! It's because Mei represents the dragon that turned into a horse in the Journey to the West! Wow!

And finished!

#Monkie Kid #SeiWatch #SeiTalks #Monkie Kid SeiReact #rottmnt movie

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pashminalamb · 1 year

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If you make an another account will you be posting it? You know so I can immediately follow and all 😁. And same I’ve always been a loner too. There have been a few exceptions though. But the past year taught me a lot about friendships so I’m just working on myself this year. It’s kind of lonely but at the same time really peaceful? I think I’m happier now than I’ve been in a long time. Yeah the lack of friends and companions makes things lonely but it’s not something that I’ll let break me anymore. I know I’m stronger than that now. Someone’s I think online people are easier to interact with because there’s no attachments?? Like if they left me I can assume something happened or they decided to go offline but I know for sure (mostly) it’s not my fault you know? And people online are just so much kinder in general. Not that I interact a bunch of people online, just a few, but that’s just my experience so far. Didn’t mean to go off on a rant there my bad 😅.

And don’t apologize for closing the chat box!! It’s completely understandable. As kind as people can be online there are still a bunch of creeps out here 🤢. So pls stay safe!!

YOUR SCREENSAVER?!??! ASDGKKGFFGG MY BABY HE LOOKS SO PRETTY. Also I’ve only recently gotten a Haitani brothers brainrot so like that’s a big factor atm 💀💀. OH there’s this one artist that posts her drawings in insta and tiktok abt TR and they look amazing and are so freaking funny I end up clutching my stomach every time 💀😭😂.

Here’s one of them

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRCVqAnf/

I’ve posted a few things on my blog but only drabbles really. I’ve been wanting to start doing analysis’s for a long time but I never got around to it. Just like character analysis’s and relationship analysis’s and story arcs and all that jazz. I love all of it. And in my opinion the best stories are the ones where the characters are what drive the plot of the story. TR did an amazing job of doing this and it’s one of the reasons I fell in love with the story in the first place almost immediately.

That one illuminati ask was…. something 💀.

Comfort fics are my favorite and the ones that explore real experiences and feelings and aren’t just a colt bf paste of the same words really do it for me.

Thank youuuu ☺️!!! Yeah my blogs a mess but I have so much fun with it. I haven’t posted anything in a while tho and I’m thinking about starting character analysis’s posts first. I’ll probably brainstorm over winter break. Which cant come soon enough btw. I have so many ideas for stories (besides fics I mean) and I wanna warm up and practice with tumblr.

Emperor! Izana ehhhh 👀👀?? Don’t worry I can wait. I can be patient when I want to be 😌. And the 30+ WIPS?? I felt that 😭😭. I don’t even wanna look at all the almost blank documents where I speed typed like 30 words at 3 am and when back to sleep 💀💀.

REOOOOOO!!! See like Nagi is also very adorable. And Barou has been growing on me lately 👀. See what I’m doing with blue lock now is just being spoiled left and right. I gave up trying to avoid spoilers (my lack of patience really shined through here) so now I see a post abt a match point or a duo breaking up in the manga and I’m like WAIT WHAT and then just don’t read the manga 💀💀. I WILL (eventually) soon but after the first season ends.

I love love love analyzing people and hearing their stories and learning things through experience. Which is really rich cause Im not good with talking to people and I never leave the house 💀💀. You can see my problem 😭😭.

How’s reading TR going? 👀👀

Ohhh I’ll check out those recs.

What did you think of the new episode of Chainsaw Man? Shit really hit the fan after the first 5 minutes 💀💀.

You should’ve told the guy where you found the picture so that he could save it as his wallpaper if he liked it so much 😌🙄.

Also can I mention how much I love the headers you put at the end of each ask? Like they’re so adorable and cute and thoughtful. I just wanted to say I really appreciate them!!! You’re so sweet ❤️❤️.

As for me, I’m currently in the library waiting for my next class to start. I took a tumblr break after eating lunch. My professor just made a big essay optional and extra credit because he wants us to review for our last unit test and midterm throughly. SO LIKE HECK YEAH!!! But also I already have an outline for it so I’m debating if the 10 point extra credit on our midterm is worth the extra work or not.

How’s your day going? Papers are rough but you got this 😤😤!!! Don’t forget to take breaks and eat something and drink water today okay??? *sends many virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

Kinda want to announce it so that I don’t seem sus - but I also wanna be discreet abt it so that I can interact with people who wanna message me (in priv) and not people who want a part 2 of something from me ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა (please I get that you guys don’t wanna be left on a cliffhanger - but. I have a life outside tumblr and left with less hours to write. And if you want quality, you’re gonna have to wait. Pushing me isn’t gonna work cause you’re gonna be disappointed with the end result and so will I) you’ll be able to tell it’s me cause I will say this - it’s a TR username - I have two of them in mind and I can’t figure which one I want more cause the one I got represents me in whole and the other is a guy who’s high (ikyk)

Yeah, it gets lonely here- but at least it’s peaceful; I follow a few blogs - mostly art + JJBA updates (and I’m super excited to check out the new eps of stone ocean) interaction wise... i have tried it out before, but none of them lasted long. what hurt me the most was when i was trying to be genuine abt something and writers here (not all but some) are really closed off yk? like they're fine interacting with friends but are really selective with new people? cause of that i just gave up interacting with them altogether and after my ideas got taken and neither was anything being reciprocated back on my blog by them despite us following each other- cause it goes both ways and if its just me, i wont do it anymore. my experience online hasn't been that great except with the upload of fics... and the only interaction i would get was comments or going through tags that was included by the person who reblogged it- but with recent developments, a lot of that has changed and i'm comfortable talking to people now ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Oh yea definitely. Safety is super important to me - that's why i never reveal too much about myself just small things cause you can't be completely safe on the internet- like when i was still a small time writer i got followed by a spanking account (istg the way my eyes widened when i saw it; and it wasn't even the kinky variety- it was traditional method of disciplining someone) - won't go much into detail about it but yeah i ended up blocking him. And now that i think abt it he must've read my hanma fic - but still (T.T)

Rindou is so pretty- i. he looked at me on the train (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

Unfortunately, I don't use tiktok. I used to be there - but i realized that i wasted a lot of time with endless scrolling, some of the content had received a lot of likes despite there not being enough effort? not to mention my ex's friends came to troll me through that app. I deleted my account and as i got older, i decided to never go back - so now i just stick to pinterest, twitter and instagram with the latter two being purely for uni reasons. so yeah i'm not much of a social media kinda person - and yeah i live under a rock and i'm ancient (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Oh yeah when characters take the drive and the plot goes ahead is a different thing altogether - and i agree. like even in tr, i was really surprised to see the turn of events and character development - especially Kazutora and yeah i saw the drabbles (didn't get to read them cause i haven't watched one piece but maybe i should soon) - glad to know that you're a woman of culture for liking ace cause i like him as well - despite not watching the anime (is a zoro fan as well) and now i wanna change the theme of my blog as well- thinking if i should go with beige, sage green or blue- gonna see how this pans out

that illuminati ask had me dead- and i was just laughing from confusion and saying that idk who was a part of project and conspiracies- it's gonna be an inside joke on the blog 😂

Oh yeah emperor Izana - very fitting for his image tbh; and literally- when its time to write, it is time to write and lately i've been feeling the word "cold" a lot which added to True north Aiku's part (yes i will talk abt my husband- and apparently he's set a standard for me in men too shaggy hair with a mullet minus the side shave + scruff/ 5 o clock shadow) I haven't watched the latest of bllk - i read the new chapter though - not much action but Isagi's development; and you found out abt a duo breaking up- ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა dw tho - there are more pairings that come in and you'll get to see Barou with his hair down- p hot ngl .What i really really pray for is aiku getting animated (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) i wanna see him touch him feel him (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

TR reading - might start uploading manga panels soon and i still like Senju/ Senjuu - she's like me (๑>ᴗ<๑) (although i know some ppl would disagree- i'm curious to see what character would you relate me to tho)

And i forgot to add that i read philosophy as well - i'm all over the place tbh - one of my favs is tuesdays with morrie. Its a sad book but totally worth the read.

I haven't watched chainsaw man just read the manga- but i think i should start watching that cause mappa did a good job with it and honestly- the animation looks very different than their usual (i was roped into re-watching aot - likes reiner and porco )

Ty fur liking the headers- (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) i'm gonna put them for every ask - might start putting webtoon ones too

Oof good luck on the review!

So, i wrote the review and the prof liked it a lot- i got summoned to the archival section of the library - the books there are so old and dusty and i'm working on a research paper with my prof (had to wash my hand three times to get the dust off and i'm thinking of carrying surgical gloves for this-)

I hope your say is going well too, starry!

I do not regret sending cursed images I found on Pinterest

#Belle.☏#.lost sheep : ✨ anon

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echo-bleu · 1 year

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I was tagged by @clottedcreamfudge , thank you love 💙

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

I’m going to do the last 10 posted fics, since they’re more or less what I’ve posted in the last six months.

1) Didn't the trees tell us their stories? (The Witcher)

“I… I got lost. Not,” he holds out his hand to stop Aiden from interrupting. “Not spacially. I just, when Geralt… We were up in the mountains. I came down, and I.” He clears his throat. “I’m afraid I lost grip on my… body. This human form, it takes some effort to maintain, especially here in the woods.”

2) i'll sing silence (the Witcher)

So Jaskier sobs. He melts into Geralt’s embrace, so strong that he knows it will bruise, and he cries his heart out, silently, breathlessly. The singing downstairs has stopped. So has the music always playing in his head, snippets of songs and wordless melodies and improvised tunes. It’s gone.

It’s all gone.

3) Holding Angels (Shadowhunters, WIP)

“I won’t trade my dignity for a bit of leniency,” Alec says without hesitation. He’s not sure that he really thinks it, not anymore. Not when he has a good idea what’s coming. The dread in his chest has had time to settle, and it’s growing with every hour.

But he will bear it. For Jace. For Clary. For Magnus. Renouncing his decision, pleading for mercy, would put them all at risk.

4) Dandelion Season (The Witcher)

She falls to her knees beside him. “Jaskier!”

Still nothing. She slaps his face gently, unsure if she should move him – he might be injured, humans don’t lie on the floor like this for no reason, right? She runs a light hand over his chest, pulling at the doublet to open it. It falls apart under her fingers. That’s when she sees the blood.

It pools underneath him, already staining her dress where she kneels. There’s so much of it. She’s not sure how he’s still conscious – if you can call his weird lethargy conscious.

5) every promise and lie (The Witcher)

Jaskier takes a deep breath and limps to the door. He clumsily unlocks the bolt and pushes down the handle with his elbow.

He takes a step back, hides his hands behind his back because, yes, okay, he’s more than a little self-conscious, and he takes in Geralt’s form in front of him.

He looks exhausted and jittery and yet really fucking hot, god-dammit. It’s entirely unfair just how much Jaskier yearns for him even now. He hasn’t seen this face in a year and a half and he just wants to—

“Fuck it.”

6) your smile in mine (The Witcher, they/them Jaskier)

Jaskier's heart clenches. Is that it, then? Is that what she means? Is Geralt shutting them out because he's about to break up with them? Jaskier knows that their personality and their issues are a lot of handle, and the fear that Geralt will one day wake up and realize that Jaskier is just too much (or maybe not enough) is always present at the back of their mind, but this time they can't even pinpoint what they did wrong.

"Hey, Jaskier, breathe," Yennefer calls out, and Jaskier realizes that they're hyperventilating. Yennefer has moved from the armchair across from them to the couch, and her hand is hovering over their arm, as if asking for permission to touch them.

Jaskier slips their arm away -- the thought of being touched makes their skin crawl right now -- but they take a few deep breaths to calm down. "Sorry."

7) the wallpaper inside my heart (the Witcher)

“Does he matter to you?” is her question once Geralt is done relating the story, cheeks heated up in shame at his fuckup.

Geralt takes his time to think. “Yeah,” he sighs.

“Then go and apologize. If he really doesn’t care about you, he’ll tell you. But if he does and he’s just going through a rough time, then not only you’re losing a friend, but you’re hurting him unnecessarily on top of that.”

8) a flower by any other name (The Witcher, they/them Jaskier)

It takes Geralt about an hour to figure out how he wants to do it, which is far too long when he knows that Jaskier is anxiously waiting and trying to keep it all in. Finally, with a muttered "fuck it", he does something that he would never normally do: he lifts his phone and takes a selfie of both of them, hugging in front of his sloppy omelette.

Bon appétit from Jaskier and me, he captions the photo, adding the only buttercup sticker he can find in the app, and he sends it to the group chat.

9) remember me I sing (The Witcher)

He’ll find a way to slip away, maybe, meet Rience just to see him do it. Or maybe he should just treasure every moment he has with his family…

His family.

He hasn’t let himself use that word, even in his head. He’s known since the start that he’s a liability, that his days are numbered. He didn’t mean to get attached to Ciri. He didn’t mean for Ciri to get attached to him.

10) Collapse (Shadowhunters)

It builds up. Or maybe it built up before, all the way up to now, all the things that went unsaid and the trauma they didn’t acknowledge and the fights they never had, and now it’s boiling over. It’s boiling all over Alec and he can feel the burn on his skin and he doesn’t remember anymore if the pain is from that goddamn demon venom or from the hurt in Magnus’s eyes and it freezes him all inside.

He can’t stand up and he can’t walk and Magnus sits there looking at him like that and Alec wants to cry.

That was fun! No pressure tag for @eveningspirit (feel free to give us your wonderful original writing as well) @moonlight-breeze-44 @xianvar @pherryt @flightsfancy22 @entropic-saudade

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #geraskier #shadowhunters #alec lightwood #holding angels #what you hear is not silence #injury cw #echo's writing thoughts

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elmhat · 1 year

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skills

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Fundy and Foolish have an awkward heart-to-heart.

Fundy hated the hotel.

More specifically, he hated how good it looked. Foolish had been laboring over the interior for days or more, scurrying back and forth from the casino to rattle off his progress. Fundy watched him go with resentful awe.

Everyone in Las Nevadas had their own unique abilities. Everyone but him.

He told Foolish as much as he was heaving the boxes into the hotel lobby, plopping them on the floor. Foolish simply frowned. “Hmmm… yeah. You do seem pretty useless.”

Fundy rolled his eyes. “Thanks, man.”

“No problem!” Foolish only seemed half aware of what he was saying. Nudging aside a roll of wallpaper, he began unpacking the boxes, surveying the furniture that was to be assembled.

There were clearly better people to be venting to, a more appropriate time and place, but where else was he supposed to go with this? Quackity? He had no idea how to even read him anymore, and his emotions went from zero to a hundred in a second. All of Fundy’s insecurities were magnified by the knowledge that Wilbur was camping out by the country, always watching, always waiting. What a joke, that Fundy’s own dad was still the one to make him feel the most worthless.

Fundy let himself be swallowed into one of the newly installed couches. “I don’t know, do you ever… get the feeling that you don’t fit in somewhere?”

Foolish looked up from his plans. “Can’t say I do, no,” he grumbled, cringing at Fundy’s sandy boots on the leather.

“Heh. Must be nice.” Fundy gazed out through the window. From a floor this high, he could see across the whole nation, a hundred sleek skyscrapers fitted with their light shows and other illuminations. He knew the view was even better at night. “You’re so good at building, and you’re strong, and you’re a— a lightning god, or some shit. I’m just… me.”

Foolish stretched his arms awkwardly. “Nah! You’re, uh…” He glanced around the room. Then he did it again. “You’re fun to have around!”

That’s what Quackity had told him, too. He had promised to talk to him, and play games with him, just him, and spend more casual time together than they had been afforded in their L’Manberg days. Look how that turned out. But it was his fault, really, for expecting anything in the first place. The rejections were beginning to feel worryingly natural.

“And you’re smart,” Foolish added, when Fundy didn’t reply. “No one else can do admin work like you!”

“Pff, yeah, what a valuable skill.” Fundy tilted his head back, watching the ceiling.

“Uh…” Foolish suddenly sounded concerned. Fundy struggled to layer the emotion over the speaker. “You’re not gonna head out, are you? I’d miss you ‘round here.”

“I like it here,” said Fundy, and he knew it was true. The country was breathtaking, certainly, but what made it special was always the people. He had to like it, didn’t he? He had signed the contract, sold away his life and soul, and now he got to live with the only people he could still call his friends and at least partially believe it. Anything was better than being alone.

And even if he couldn’t feel appreciated here, where else could he go?

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fic #elm fics #c!fundy #cfundy #c!foolish #cfoolish #las nevadas #sands through the timer

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achtung-attitude · 1 year

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CHAPTER 73: Black Keys - Part 4

“Move, move, move.” T’onga commands Shizuka, pulling her hand away from the bathroom door.

Only when she approaches does Shizuka notice her mother’s condition. “Mom!! What… What happened to you?! You look like-!”

“Move, I said-! And shush…!” the former assassin hisses, pressing her swollen hand over the girl’s mouth. She looks like she’s gone through the worst day of her life, her hands red and blistered. Patches of her exposed skin are also red with burn marks. “I don’t know how long that can hold him,” she says, “We might only have a few seconds, so we gotta slip away now-”

Before she can say anymore, mother and daughter hear the sound. From behind the bathroom door comes the metallic crunch of a key turning in a lock.

A half-second later, the door bursts off its hinges and flies straight at them. T’onga shoves Shizuka out of its path. As she stumbles, ACHTUNG BABY manifests to pull T’onga away as well. Just in time, as the door slams into the wall. Both women fall onto the master bed and roll backwards to the opposite side. “Not even two seconds…” T’onga mutters once she regains her bearings.

All-Kill stands in the empty doorway, wiping a trickle of blood from his lips with a hand blistered by ultraviolet rays. His attention turns to his former protegé. “T’onga… Where is Yeon-in…?”

A second passes before T’onga responds with a smirk.

Her smirk is wiped off her face almost immediately. With tremendous skill and strength, All-Kill hurls a weighing scale like an Olympic discus thrower. T’onga raises her arms to guard, but too slow. The glass edge crunches against her cranium and shatters, showering her in shards.

“Mom!!” Shizuka cries. The girl turns, only to find All-Kill already making a B-line for T’onga, outright ignoring her with BLACK KEYS in his hand.

“You’ve just made the dumbest mistake in your life!!! Now you’re really going to die!!!” the man in black shouts, thrusting his KEY forward. She stands in utter surprise, but as his punch extends, it phases through T’onga’s chest and impacts something sharp and hard.

Pulling his arm back, the image of T’onga disappears, replaced by the sight of his hand bloodied by the shards of broken vase. He looks right. “You and your little illusions!!!” he hisses.

Shizuka, with T’onga standing behind her in the bedroom doorway, shoots a glare at him, before she turns herself and her mother invisible.

Dark determination engulfs All-Kill. Silently, he spins both of his KEYS on their chain, striking at the wallpaper, but not at his desired targets. They have moved on.

Saying nothing still, he storms down to the first floor and resumes his hunt, whipping the keys as he stalks down the hall.

As soon as he reaches the foot of the stairs, the girls reappear at the top step. They release their held breath. T’onga wipes her mouth. “Why does the air taste like ass?” she whispers.

“It’s the remnants from his last move, I guess…” answers Shizuka, “All-Kill did something to the atmosphere, before you came in. It made moonlight dangerous, and it made breathing really hard. I don’t get how, but it had an effect on my mind too. Made me lose control of my anger-”

“Wait, holy shit…” T’onga interrupts, “He used his Stand on the air?”

“Y-Yeah? I made him undo it. What, what is it?”

“That’s the move he used to break Brother Dust into a stalemate… Ugh, nevermind. We can’t slip away from him for long. So? What’s the plan for when he finds us again?”

Shizuka stares at her.

In the loudest whisper she can manage, T’onga asks “You don't have a plan?!”

“Hey, this raid was your idea! I've just been winging it ever since I got here!”

“Uuughh…” the former assassin groans. She presses her fist to her chin, then hisses in pain as her blisters throb. After glaring at the ground, deep in thought, for some time, she speaks up. “Hey, so Ae… Uh, Shizuka, are you popular in school?”

“Huh?”

“You're still in high school, right? Are you popular? Do you have any friends, or what?”

The girl frowns. “Well, yeah. A few. We’re not super close, but…”

“What about guys? Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Mom-!”

“Keep your voice down and answer the question.”

Despite everything, the girl blushes. “No… No, I don’t have a boyfriend, OK?

Her mother nods. “Good. That’s good. You don’t want to, uh…” she pauses, suddenly unsure of what she’s saying. She spends a moment searching for what to say, then sighs. “So have you noticed how strong he is right now?”

“Huh? You mean All-Kill…? He’s been strong the whole time…”

“Yeah, but his strength is ridiculous now. I almost didn’t see him throw that weighing scale, and then he punched that vase and barely flinched. I bet that has something to do with his using BLACK KEYS on the atmosphere. Oxygen: that has to be it. Deactivating the atmosphere purified the oxygen and supercharged his body.”

“Maybe… but he already deactivated that effect. The atmosphere’s back to normal.”

“But if he breathed in even a gulp of pure oxygen, he should still be metabolizing it. Supercharging his body, but addling his mind. That’s what we’ll use against him.”

Shizuka frowns. “You have a plan…?

T’onga nods grimly. “I have a plan… but I am not going to enjoy it.”

***

All-Kill leans against the kitchen island, willing himself to calm down. “Thoughts are muddied… Calm down… Have to calm down… Like that girl must have… Have to find her… Have to find both of them…”

Turning to lean back against the counter, he takes command of his breathing, inhaling regular air to flood out the pure oxygen searing through his system. Each breath restores more of his composure, until he can open his eyes and see clearly.

No sooner does he take a moment to listen, a stumbling noise emanates from the next room over. A human voice, quietly cursing. “Oh… of course…” he whispers. His study. Where he was first betrayed.

Giving her no time to prepare whatever counter she’s planning, All-Kill charges into the study and finds T’onga there. She leans against the wall, clutching the side of her head. Raising her face to meet his eyes, in silence, they stare one another down.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #achtung attitude #Shizuka Joestar #t'onga kim #all-kill #Black Keys #ch73

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survey--s · 10 months

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535.

do you think weird it’s for someone to have never tried soda? It is pretty unusual, yeah. I mean, “soda” encompasses such a huge range of drinks that it is a bit weird for a grown adult to NEVER have tried any of them.

is there any foreign film you recommend? Amelie and La Vie en Rose are both really good.

do you have the same religious beliefs as your parents? Yeah, in the sense that none of us are religious lol.

which floor of your house/building are you on now? The ground floor.

are there any maps hanging in your room? Yeah, Mike has one on his side of the bed actually.

are you often a third wheel? or is someone a third wheel to you? No and no.

what’s the last dvd you bought? The extended editions of the LOTR movies. I got the boxset off eBay for less than a tenner lol.

tell me about your favorite pair of jeans. They’re just black skinny jeans.

would you ride a motorcycle if given the chance? (or have you?) I have done but I have no real desire to go on one again.

is your hair healthy? It’s WAY better than it was now that I don’t straighten it, but it could be healthier. I guess I just can’t really be bothered and I work outdoors so it gets exposed to everything anyway.

if a hotel offered free breakfast in bed, what would you order? American-style pancakes with butter, syrup, blueberries and bacon OR sourdough toast with smashed avocado, a poached egg and bacon, depending on my mood. I LOVE a hotel breakfast, haha.

how often do you take a train? Maybe every 2-3 years.

what’s your favorite led zeppelin song? Stairway to Heaven.

does your home have a balcony/deck/porch? Nope, I would LOVE a balcony off my bedroom though. My dream is to have one overlooking the sea one day.

what does your closet/wardrobe say about you? That I know what I like and stick with it, lol.

do you enjoy theatre? Yeah, especially musical theatre.

how would you feel about traveling abroad alone? I’ve done it before. It was a good experience but generally I prefer to have company.

who would you call a lyrical genius? Laura Marling.

how do you treat yourself? I mean, I think I treat myself pretty well?

do you have an interesting passport? I don’t have a passport anymore but my Australian passport was always interesting as it was full of stamps from all over the place.

are you going to pursue a career according to what you enjoy? I have done and I absolutely love it. It’s genuinely the best job in the world. Even on the worst days, I never dread going to work.

what happens to your old clothes? Mine get donated to charity.

what’s your favorite frozen treat? Sorbets or frozen yoghurts. I loved granita too but I’ve never really seen it outside of Italy before.

who supports you financially? I run my own business but my husband I have joint finances so I guess we help to support each other.

if you wanted to go to the movie cinema, how would you get there? I’d have to drive - our nearest is about a half an hour away.

how many pillows are on your bed? Four, plus two throw cushion things.

would you pay more for organic food? Nope.

do you prefer being awake after everyone goes to bed or before they get up? Before everyone gets up. I LOVE having an hour or two to myself in the mornings - I can get stuff done, have a coffee and have breakfast without being talked at, haha.

do you know much about feng shui? (do you use it?) I get the general idea of it but I don’t use it.

how would you make friends in a quiet class? I wouldn’t lol. I hate starting conversations with strangers.

are you generally a quick learner? With some things, yeah.

what’s your favorite spot to read? On a sun lounger in the garden.

did you know that buddha is not considered a god to buddhists? Yes.

do you save tickets from movies, etc.? I did as a teenager but I haven’t done something like that for years.

without looking him up, who was jim morrison? Lead singer of The Doors.

when’s the last time your bedroom was painted/wallpapered? About...four years ago, I think?

teach me something in another language. (not french/chinese/german/arabic) “Cosa mangi?” means “What are you eating?” in Italian.

what type of music do you like and why? All kinds of music and because I just...do, I guess?

if you randomly want to eat something in the house, do you eat it or wait? Normally I just eat it, but it depends whether it needs cooking or not LOL.

who knows the most about you (besides yourself)? Anyone who reads these, plus my husband.

do you have a nervous habit? (e.g. biting nails, tapping feet, smoking) Playing with my hair and biting at my nails.

how’s your favorite pro sports team doing lately? I don’t have one.

would you be/are you a good role model to a younger sibling? Yeah, I think I would be. I mean, I’ve never done anything overly stupid or illegal and I think overall I’ve done pretty well with my life.

#survey #surveys

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todays performance was good. I felt good. Still feel like I’m on autopilot and I don’t exactly like the play that I’m doing anymore. Although I’ve loved the process of making this thing the actual execution of it is still somewhat hard to get behind. I don’t know if I’m being overly critical of my work or not but something feels off. I felt it in todays run. I don’t know if it was because it was a matinee show or not but I just felt something abit off. Rithvik, Francis and Luke came to see me today! It was so nice to see them again. I told Lysa about Tee. I called Mariam today. I miss my mother too. Let it be put on record. I miss her. I thought about her sending me to the chemist to collect her medication and just the thought that she hasn’t sent me in so long hurt my heart. Didn’t think I’d miss it but I do (partly). I need a job. Annie hugged me today too. Which i found weird. Well she congratulated me which is also found weird. We haven’t spoken since Feb. And now all of a sudden she wants to hug me?? make it make sense man. Tomorrow is an evening performance. It’s currently 23:14pm. Mon 17th October 2022. I’m still going thru that existential crisis. I’m just here man. On this earth until I’m not anymore. But yeah man. I’m pretty and I can act well. And I have great relationships with people. My life is good. It’s fun. I miss having that intimate connection with one person. All my close friends are going thru something personal that they no longer have the emotional capacity to talk to me these days. I’ve annoyed and upset them. Angie just spooked me. She said “heh!” Out loud. I could hear her from my room. 23:18pm. When it happened. Anyways. I thought about Juliet today. I’m on the road to riches there’s just a little traffic. Im thinking of Honey. What a beautiful beautiful babe. I miss you. U made me smile. Wanna speak to you soon. I wanna reconcile with you. Thinking about your pretty face and soft voice telling me you love me and how we should watch a movie together. I love spending time with u. Love. Love. Love. I appreciate you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me baby. 23:23. There’s no growth with you (not at the standard I’m at now. You gave me the energy to carry on and now you’re MIA. I wanna see you back again. Happy. Smiling. Laughing. Cumming. I want you. It’s you. I can picture myself kissing you softly. Bring back cringey love. Cringe is pure. You’re still my wallpaper lockscreen. God please get me thru this rep. Please help me find something new in tomorrow’s performance. Please let me be connected to PEEBS. Thank you God for the life I live. Amen. sign out time : 23:29pm

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Name a product you buy mostly because it has a cool package. When I try new wines I go by cool bottles Are you purposely hiding something from someone? No What’s the most intimate thing you’ve discussed with a stranger? Probably stuff about my love life What flavor cake do you like for your birthday? White or chocolate Is your house usually too warm or too cold in the Winter? Slightly too cold I guess

Have you ever been in love with someone much older or younger than you? Not in love, but I have had crushes on both older and younger people Are there any songs that make you feel angry inside when you hear them? Anything they overplayed at my retail job When was the last time you sat on the ground, outside w/nothing under you? I feel like it was recently Would you rather have someone ask to kiss you, or just kiss you? If it’s someone I like probably just go for it, but if not then ask first so I can say no What the most recent thing to needed an Rx med for? Can’t remember Have you ever had a job you loved? I like my current job, but I don’t think I love working in general What, if anything, do you substitute for fries? Sweet potato fries Have you ever been in a building that was on fire? No Are you in an argument with anyone right now? No What do you wish they would change or bring back on FB? Timelines without algorithms and ads Would you change your partner’s hair color if you could? No Do you like “are we alike” surveys? If it’s the bolding ones then yeah Have you ever written a poem for someone? Yes about people but haven’t given them to them What is a place you’ve vacationed at and would like to go back to? Italy Do you eat samples at the grocery store? I used to but they don’t really do that anymore Have you been best friends with someone of a different race? Yes Who’s the last person who cussed you out in anger? Dunno Have you friended your parents on FB? Yes What do you absolutely have to have to make your birthday feel special? Food I like, people I like, a fun activity What’s the last tourist area you visited? New York City Where do you go out to eat for a special occasion? I like this fancy fondue place When was the last time you went to a post office? A few months ago Is there an item you are saving up to buy right now? Sorta, I have dice as a weight loss/exercise incentive Are you psychic in any way? No Do you prefer a laptop or desk top? Which are you on now? A laptop, which is what I am on you find $20, spend it before midnight or it disappears,how do u spend it? Dice Do you like wallpaper? Eh, only if it’s cool Mice or roaches? Mice Did you give or get any Valentines this year? My boyfriend and I went out to dinner Have you ever been in a submarine? At a maritime musem what is the last lie someone told you, or you suspect they told you? My boyfriend trying to hide what our surprise date is have you ever received a gift and truly did not know what it was? Yes What’s your homepage? Google What was the last birthday gift you gave? Something for my dad, I forget what Do you have dessert after breakfast? Sometimes Is there anyone who’s grave you visit? No Would you rather drive during the day or night? Day Is there a thing you enjoy doing, but quit because you are not good at it? Dice making

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First Kiss

[Andrew Garfield Peter Parker x reader]

“Ugh! Why do you have to be so difficult!” You screamed at your math homework, practically throwing it across the room. You needed a break, so you decided sit on your balcony and get some fresh air.

You watched the city below you, your mind slowly calming down from the stress of your homework. You then saw a red and blue streak, swinging through the city. You smiled, recognizing the streak as Spider-Man. He had been around for almost a two years now. A while back he had disappeared, but he returned and continued to save the city.

Spider-Man had now disappeared into an alleyway and your gaze landed on the Empire State Building, it was beautiful and you loved living in New York.

Breaking you out of your day dreams, your phone started to ring from inside your bedroom, where your messy university homework laid. You went back inside and picked up your phone.

You smiled at the caller ID, “Hello Peter,” you said, running a hand through your hair and putting your right hand in the back pocket of your jeans.

“Hey, I’ll be over in a few minutes to study. I had to run a couple errands...” he trailed off, vaguely. You looked at your homework and then at yourself in the mirror, “Oh it’s fine, I was taking a break anyway,” you replied. He chucked, “Okay, see you in five,” he said, then hanging up.

You looked down at your phone, the picture of Peter you had taken in Central Park was your wallpaper. You blushed seeing his smiling face. Peter Parker was your best friend and your crush, but you know he didn’t feel the same way. Not only had he lost someone romantically close to him last year but you probably weren’t even his type.

In Peters eyes, you were exactly his type. He wanted to be more than just friends but he knew that some of his enemies knew who he really was, if they saw him getting close to someone he really cared about they could be a target. He didn’t want you to get hurt so he never asked you out or revealed his feelings. This was extremely hard for him to do, because you were so close, you always studied together.

Peter was mesmerized by you when you would study. The way you would chew on the top of your pen or pencil. The way you ran your hand through your hair when you were really concentrating. He loved everything about you and wanted so desperately to have you in his arms. But he needed to keep you safe, even if he knew you would never feel the same.

Peter had arrived just in time. You moved your homework to your kitchen table and made you and Peter each a glass of iced tea. Handing him the glass he mumbled a thank you. “So what question are you on?” Peter asked, looking next to you to see your paper. “Question five,” you huffed, the stress of the math problem coming back to you.

“Oh this is easy, you just have to find out how they got 243,” Peter explained. You looked at the problem again and it all became clear.

“Really, that’s it? Oh my god, you do, how the hell did I not see that before,” you laughed, taking your pencil and quickly solving the equation. Peter watched you as you worked out the problem, butterflies filled his stomach. You were absolutely adorable.

He giggled and you looked up, “What?” You asked, giggling yourself.

“Nothing,” Peter shrugged off.

You nudged him, “Oh come on, tell me,” you replied.

He shook his head, smiling, “I can’t, I want to but I can’t,” he admitted.

This made you more curious, “That doesn’t make any sense, Peter.” You said. “Just tell me,” you added.

“I think your laugh is adorable. I loved the way your eyes lit up when your figured out the solution to the problem. I think your the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and-,” he said, but you cut him off with your lips.

It was impulsive, yes, but he said all of those beautiful words with those big puppy dog eyes. How could you not kiss him. You began to pull away but he pulled you closer to him, kissing you back. It was sweet but then became passionate, like what happened after the ‘ they lived happily ever after’ title card.

You both pulled away for air, your lips swollen from kissing your best friend. “I’m-um, I didn’t mean to-wow,” you stuttered.

Peter nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah wow is um-right yeah,” he said, trying to focus on something else besides your lips.

You both instinctively leaned in again and another mini make out session began.

“This is probably not a good idea,” Peter whispered in between kisses.

“Why not?” You replied, confused.

“Well, we’re supposed to be studying,” he said, but really he didn’t want you to get hurt for being close to him.

“You helped me understand the problem. I’ll look at my notes again,” you shrugged, leaning into kiss him again.

Peter couldn’t take the guilt anymore and pulled away, “I can’t, I’m sorry,” he said, grabbing his jacket and leaving.

You watched him leave your apartment in shock , what the hell had just happened.

Four Days Later

After the kiss Peter ignored you. He wouldn’t answer any of your calls or texts. Finally you decided to just go over to his house. Knocking on the front door, Aunt May opened the door.

“Y/n, it’s wonderful to see you. Please come in,” she said sweetly. “Thank you. I’m here to see Peter. Is he here?” You asked.

Aunt May nodded, “Yes, I believe he’s in his room,” she replied. You said thank you again, then walking upstairs to Peter’s room.

It was closed so you knocked, “Peter, it’s Y/n. I need to talk to you,” you said.

No answer.

“Peter I want to apologize for any inconvenience I caused,” you added.

No answer.

You huffed under your breath, “Peter Parker, I’m sorry!” You yelled. You then noticed the door wasn’t fully closed and you lightly pushed it open, “Peter?” You asked. But no one was in the room.

The window was open, “Unbelievable,” you mumbled, upset.

As you turned to leave, a red and blue streak swung into the room. It was Spider-Man. He didn’t know you were there and he took off his backpack and then his mask. He turned around and you came face to face with your best friend.

“Oh my god,” you said in shock. Peter’s eyes went wide upon seeing you.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” He asked.

“Your Spider-Man!!” You shrieked. He shushed you and fully closed his door. “Yeah,” he replied, still confused.

“Why are you here?” He asked. “I wanted to apologize for upsetting you after we kissed,” you admitted, a little embarrassed but still shocked that your best friend was Spider-Man.

“Y/n don’t be sorry. I liked kissing you, it was one of best kisses I’ve ever had. I just can’t be with you,” he said.

“Why? Because your Spider-Man,” you scoffed.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“That’s bullshit, Peter. We like each-other, why can’t we be together?” You asked.

“You could get put into danger because of me. You could get hurt,” he explained.

You huffed, waking closer to him, “I am not a damsel in distress,” you replied.

Peter walked closer to you, “I never said you were. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you because of me,” he said, putting his hand on your cheek.

“Nothing will happen to me. I’m staying, as long as you want me. I’m yours,” you said, embracing his touch.

“I want you,” Peter whispered, leaning into kiss you.

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