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seijuurouxryuu · 4 years

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who are we in these unwanted skins

Title: who are we in these unwanted skins Author: Shiro (TeitoxAkashi [AO3]/ seijuurouxryuu [tumblr]) Rating: G Pairing: Sasagawa Kyouko & Sawada Tsunayoshi Event: @khrrarepairweek Prompts: Roleswap AU | Platonic Cuddles Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warning

Day 5: Rain Day

Her skin, doesn’t felt like her skin sometimes. Some days, it felt right as it should be, comfortable and her, but other days, she felt like she was an impostor, wearing someone else’s skin, stomping around in a body not hers.

Some days, she felt like she was alright, but other days, she felt like she should be another.

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Her skin, doesn't felt like her skin sometimes. Some days, it felt right as it should be, comfortable and hers, but other days, she felt like she was an impostor, wearing someone else’s skin, stomping around in a body not hers.

Some days, she felt like she was alright, but other days, she felt like she should be another.

And today was the day she felt weird. She—they—stared into the mirror, seeing themselves yet not, so familiar yet so foreign. They pulled at the dress that she would usually love and felt that it doesn't suit them. It made their skin itch and what they wanted to do was to peel it off their burning skin. It made them so uncomfortable, so aware of themselves. Weird. Out of place. They couldn't stand it.

They were aware that they were running late for their date with the other girls, but they couldn't help but stare longer at the mirror and their wardrobe, scanning again and again to see if there was anything that they can change into and let them feel alright. There was suits and all, of course, but they were all rather skin hugging and.... Girly. They felt that changing into anything else that is in their wardrobe wouldn't make them feel any better. It might make them feel worst.

They bit down on their lips hard.

Suddenly, their phone rang--thank god white and neutral, breaking them from their trance and almost panic episode. They hurriedly picked it up from their dressing table and finally—finally—turned away from the mirror.

"Hey! Sorry I got lost track of time. I'm coming over right now!" They turned off the lights and headed out, a mask of comfort in place.

The incident was soon forgotten as time passed. She soon returned to herself, distracted by her friends and life in general. It was as though a dream, now that she looked back on it. Like it was just her imagination, that it never existed.

At least, until it hit her again, harder.

They looked around their room, far too pastel, and felt uncomfortable all over. If it wasn't their room, they wouldn't feel anything but it was theirs. They are used to the pinkish orange wallpaper, so that was fine, but the dressing table, the wardrobe, the bed sheets—too pastel. It wasn't the furniture's fault as much as it was theirs, but they were out of their norm that they couldn't actually convince themselves that it was alright. Not to mention that they still couldn't find any clothes relatively suitable for them at the moment.

It was difficult.

They closed their eyes and sighed, lips trembling slightly. They would have to buy new clothes. At least, some that can be used when they have moments like this. (Yes, they acknowledged that they felt very weird some days and it just made them annoyed, unworthy and guilty.)

They sat up abruptly.

Picking up their phone and wallet, they checked their money and decided to pull out some more from their drawer that they saved from the previous allowances. Before they went out, they stopped and looked down at their clothes—a knee length shorts and a plain white t-shirt. Pondering for a while longer, they decided to steal Ryohei's hoodie and left.

As it was a weekend and they didn't want anyone who recognise them to know what they were doing in the shopping district, they pulled the hood over their head and scanned through all the boutiques. They avoided the normal boutique they frequent—those sells clothes that they didn't really desire at the moment anyway—and looked for more gender neutral or masculine ones.

They paused right in front of one, pretty small and unpopular one, that was probably going under. Which was understandable because those clothes looked old and ugly—if they were targeting young people anyway. But they found that they have a selection of plain shirts, sweaters and black jeans—long and short—that looked nice and acceptable. Not to mention that it was on sales.

Tugging the hood lower, they headed in and started browsing, picking up a few as they go. They didn't want to try it now so they just picked a size larger than they normally wear. It wasn't until they had more about 8 articles in their arm when the shop owner—or they presumed—appeared.

"W-welcome to the Goldmine. H-how can I help you?" Perhaps they were probably too zoned out mentally calculating their money and the cost, they couldn't recognize the voice and mumbled. "It's okay. I'll look through on my own."

Then silence.

Perhaps finally realizing that something was wrong, they looked up just in time for the worker to stutter incredulously. "K-kyoko-chan?"

They flinched so hard that they almost dropped everything on their hand. Their hands trembled as they tried to smile. "A-ah, Tsuna-kun!"

Tsuna tilted his head, blinking. He wasn't as nervous as he was before, and he was curious. And worried. Kyoko's face was pale and fearful, eyes darting anywhere but him. It wasn't like the Kyoko he knew—something was wrong.

"W-what are you doing here?" Kyoko asked first, a little skittish. Tsuna, bless his soul, decided not to question Kyoko (yet) and started complaining. "Well!" He sighed loudly as his shoulder sagged. "Reborn is the reason. He suddenly asked me to tend this run-down shop and tell me to hit /a week's/ target sale in one day!" He grumbled, ruffling his hair roughly.

"Worst, this isn't even his shop! He just—accidentally injured the owner and decided to leave me to clean up his own mess! It was bad enough that no even a fly would come in, how am I going to hit the target!"

If he could, he would've wailed until the whole world could hear.

Somehow, through his rant, Kyoko finally calmed down and laughed. "Well, that's Reborn alright."

"No shit..." Tsuna grumbled under his breath. Seeing that there weren't any other customers and that Kyoko was probably still slightly uncomfortable, he asked. "Do you want to.... Talk inside? You don't have to say anything you don't want though. I can just wrap things up for you while we have some tea."

Kyoko hesitated. They looked down at the pile in their arm and bit their lips. They were caught, and they didn't want to give up on their finding. Not when they finally managed to muster the courage to choose men's clothing. They knew Tsuna wouldn't tell anyone if they didn't want others to know, and that Tsuna wouldn't judge them, but this was a secret they had held for almost their whole life. It wasn't easy for them to finally talk about it.

They looked up and right into Tsuna's brown eyes again, honest and kind. Accepting. And they finally nodded. "Yeah. Why not."

Tsuna smiled and brought them to the back of the shop. Surprisingly, despite its closing down, small and rather cluttered appearance, the storeroom slash employees rest room was clean and comfy. Probably the only place maintained by the owner. There was a small round table, two chairs and one sofa.

At Tsuna's gesture, Kyoko sat on the sofa and placed the pile of clothes beside them, patting it absently while the other moved around the small room rather clumsily to make tea. Setting it down with the cookies he managed to find, Tsuna sighed and plopped onto one of the plastic chairs.

"Thank you for appearing. With you here, I have an excuse for slacking off."

Kyoko laughed awkwardly. They gingerly reached out to the cup of tea—printed with Kero the frog—and sipped it. Surprisingly, it was calming. "I won't save you from Reborn."

"Welp I guess I'll just die."

"I'll help with the burial though."

Tsuna sobbed. "Harsh!" Kyoko chuckled and munched on some cookies, which weren't as delicious as the ones they made (yes, their bakery is the best shut up).

Seeing Kyoko happy at his demise, however, brought relief to Tsuna. The face Kyoko was sporting was similar to the one in the future-that-never-is, and Tsuna had sworn not to do anything that will brought forth that kind of face to his beloved family anymore, even if it wasn't him who cause it. (A part of him just wanted to X-burner everything that hurt his family down to nothing but ashes, but more of him knew that that wasn't possible.)

Tsuna tilted his head and smiled, eyes warm. It almost made Kyoko flinch again, because they felt like they don't deserve receiving kindness from Tsuna. Not since they became friends, not since they rejected Tsuna—they don't feel anything else other than familial love for the new brother they found—and especially not since they were so ungrateful for what they have. (Their clothes, beautiful and lovely, yet revolting in moments like this. Their body, perfectly flawed yet just a skin they wore uncomfortably in times like this.)

They didn't know what was so amazing about them to be accepted by the kindest and sanest person they knew. It made them happy, yet it made them guilty for something that they can't control.

Kyoko shifted uncomfortably, still eating the pastry while thinking about what they should say. It was times like this that they were bad at small talks. Not that they ever were good at it though. "U-um, Tsuna-kun..." They managed to get out, wincing slightly at how high pitched their voice was. God, they wish that they could just control their voice like a machine. They coughed and continued.

"... Please help me keep today's meeting a secret..." They plead, not ready for even the slightest moment to tell anyone else they knew.

Tsuna nodded immediately. Bless his soul, he didn't even ask about what and just took it as everything. "Sure." He smiled, uncharacteristically calm and understanding. "Until you're ready."

Kyoko suddenly has a hunch that the boy, now eighteen, knew what they were hiding.

Kyoko let out a watery smile and muttered, "Thank you."

It was emotionally wrecking, that day with Tsuna. Of course, Tsuna held onto his promise and did not speak about it even after he was punished by Reborn for slacking of, or so Kyoko had heard. She was very grateful for that, yet she was very guilty of that.

"I'm sorry, Tsuna-kun. For..." She trailed off as they stood on the roof of Namimori High, third year and graduating with the college entrance exams in the horizon. There were only the two of them, with Tsuna sporting a large bump on his forehead for getting hit by Xanxus who came to visit. (It was already a miracle that Xanxus came to visit, let alone not kill him.)

"Oh, it was nothing." He grinned, as though it never bothered him. That only made her even more guilty. She couldn't hold it any longer—especially not when the previous time marked such a huge scar in her heart. (Not the boutique encounter, but the one time she met Tsuna, Gokudera and Yamamoto outside again, except that her hair was tied into a tight bun and her clothes were the opposite of what she would where. Gokudera and Yamamoto had questioned her from heaven to hell since they were both curious and worried, and it was Tsuna who saved her out of it. It earned Tsuna a lot of troubles, trying to find excuse for her.)

Steeling her heart, she decided to talk about it. Tsuna wouldn't judge her. He never had, and he never will. Nodding to herself and taking a deep breath, she called out. "Tsuna-kun!"

Tsuna jolted, but kept quiet as she started rambling. "T-the thing is, there are days that I don't feel like--like me. Those days I hate the girly stuffs I own, and I hate- hate this body. I hate the world in those days and everything just makes me uncomfortable. I know I shouldn't feel that way and it doesn't make sense but I- I just don't feel like myself.

"I hate the fact that I am a girl then, and I just don't feel like anyone normal. I-" She sobbed, unaware that she had started crying during her vent. "I just wanted to be normal... That's why I tried... Wanted to have clothes that don't make me feel like a girl...

"I know this is selfish of me... I should just accept myself as who I am and appreciate everything I have, but I couldn't help it. I—" She choked. All the pain she harbored, all the guilt and sorrow she bottled, all overflowed out of the small cage she locked them in.

"I-I'm sorry..." She didn't dare to look up, not wanting to see Tsuna's face. She was afraid, afraid that she wouldn't be accepted. If she wasn't, she wouldn't blame Tsuna. Not when the boy remained her friend even after rejecting his feelings for her. (She never understood love other than the one she had with her family.)

Her hands trembled, sweating as she clutched them together tightly. She realized that she was afraid of losing this precious friend of hers.

Tsuna was silent for a long time, and just when she started to regret everything, Tsuna asked. "Can I hold you?"

Kyoko was so surprised by the question and looked up. Something, probably relief, swelled in her as she saw the smile, kind and accepting smile, on Tsuna's face. He reached out to her at her tiny nod, and hugged her tightly. He gently tucked her face onto his shoulder, calming her as he rubbed her head. "Sister mine," Her heart beat in delight at that. "First of all, don't apologize for what you feel.

"Don't apologize for who you are. You are you, you are just fine the way you are." He said softly as he cradled her. "Girl, boy, none, all, it doesn't matter. As long as you remain true to yourself, accept yourself, then it is all alright. I don't mind what you define yourself as, as long as it is not self-depreciation. And I'm sure no one else mind. If anyone does, then you are better off without them."

Kyoko sobbed louder, feeling liberated. "Thank you, Kyoko, for telling me. It must have been hard... I'm sorry that you have to suffer."

Kyoko shook her head, only for him to hush her more. “It’s fine if you aren’t ready to tell others—I’ll keep it a secret between the two of us. Only, you don’t have to hide from me anymore, okay?”

“D-don’t you think it’s… Weird?” Kyoko silently asked, a little afraid.

“Not really.” Tsuna said, then paused for a moment with his lips pursed. He was contemplating whether to tell Kyoko of his own secret. He trusts Kyoko, obviously, but he didn’t know whether it was okay to tell her. In the end, he decided that she was okay to know. He would carry the consequences later.

“… Actually—I’m a pan.” Kyoko blinked in surprise.

“You’re a cooking pan?”

“Wha—no! I mean—I’m pansexual.” Kyoko blinked again, flushing when understanding dawned her. “Oh.” She was glad that she currently had her face on his chest that he couldn’t see how red in shame she was.

“Yeah. But that’s mostly because I’m not really sure of my gender sometimes too… I might be a genderfluid, but I still haven’t properly settled on it yet… Which is why I said pan—because I’m more attracted to males.”

Kyoko jolted out of his arms and looked at him in the eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay to tell me all that?”

Tsuna smiled and shrugged. “Yeah, why not? It’s not exactly a secret actually. I just never told you guys.”

Kyoko was a little unhinged by how carefree Tsuna was with that. She had always been tormented by herself that she couldn’t understand how easily he accepted all that. “I…” Kyoko felt a little stupid and weird.

Tsuna reached out and patted her head. “Hey, I’m fine telling you because I know you will accept me regardless of how I am. I know the others will too. I just haven’t said anything because…” He trailed off before changing the subject. “I know it can be scary, to tell your loved ones who you truly are. After all, who knows how they will react. But Kyoko, we’re your friends—family—we will accept you for who you are, just as how you accepted us for who we are.”

Kyoko nodded as he continued. “You can take your time telling others. Do it whenever you are ready—but remember that we will love you still.”

She teared up a little and nodded again, smiling as she rubbed her eyes. “Yeah—thank you.” She sounded a little choked up, but relief was in her voice. “Thank you, Tsuna-kun.”

Tsuna hugged her again. “Anytime, sister. Anytime.”

If Gokudera and Yamamoto noticed how crumpled Tsuna’s shirt and how puffy Kyoko’s eyes were, they said nothing.

“Say, is the person who sexually awakened you Xanxus?”

Tsuna choked on his chips and coughed so hard that he almost dislodged Kyoko, who was lying on top of him reading his manga. They smirked as Tsuna turned red from the sentence (and the chips).

“I knew it.”

“S-cough-stop!”

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I've nothing to say :3c Happy reading.

Also yes, I did not edit it so I died like Byakuran COUGH

[I apologize for any grammar, spelling, etc. etc. mistakes]

#KHR #Katekyo Hitman Reborn #KHR Rarepair Week #Sasagawa Kyoko #Sawada Tsunayoshi #My Writings

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its-percival-not-percy · 5 years

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Reckless

Whumptober day 13, Adrenaline. This fill is a gift for @agent-lance-a-lot, a scene between Agent C (yes, the one from MIB : International) and one of my favorite OCs, Agent Ilon Leavy, Leav for short, currently working for Kingsman as Bediviere. All else you need to know is, that Leav is reckless and stupid and adorable. He’s from my network-universe, and I might share some stories with him here if anyone is interested. Haven’t yet. Also, he makes a very special kind of coffee, I can share the ingredients xD

Summary: An explosion nearly ruins much more than just Leavys day.

If you asked Ilon Leavy, the day began great. Back in his flat with coffee with too much sugar and milk and every spice he found available in his kitchen. Bút the morning sadly didn’t speak for the day, as he was really sure that he should have known. It wasn’t that he underestimated the day, it was more that he wasn’t sure why exactly he had to jinx it. After all, he called it a good day and now he was trying to get people out of a really nice and sadly comfortable cafe, before it could get blown to pieces by… whoever. He had to remind himself to never trust any informant again, at least not if they still pretended to be loyal after he left the MI6.

The thing was, actually, he was not even scared by the fact that there was a bomb in the kitchen. It wasn’t… too bad. He could deal with a bomb, he had dealt with them before, but he was upset about something that really shouldn’t be bothering him too much. Like the fact that, because of this, he couldn’t get C his coffee this morning like he promised. Or that he wouldn’t get the damn chocolate the waitress dropped on him out of his favorite tie in centuries.

All perfect reasons to be upset about, and he was, just at the wrong time. Disarming a bomb was also concerning and a perfectly good reason for being upset. Everything was. But shifting his focus to only the bomb was… not quite easy, and he hated it a bit. Merlin in his ear kept quiet, some sounds of his keyboard the only noise if. He hated the silence, it gave his thoughts too much room. But it was a bit too late to ask for music, and also, yes, the bomb. Stupid thing. Blue cables, and red ones, and black ones too. And so damn many. Explosives were not what he liked, but with Percival and Lancelot, experts on explosives though for wildly different reasons out of the country and signal range right now, he was the only one close enough. It still left Merlin, of course, but HQ was too far out as for him to just walk in.

That the bomb did get off was entirely not his fault. In the end and for lack of better options he cut all the cables and ran. It wasn’t the best option, but the best at the time, or so he was convinced for the minute before he felt himself getting caught in the shockwave and flung into a wall. He tried to catch himself, arms forward, but given that he woke up to grey air, pain in every muscle and a few lost flames, none of his ideas today were successful. Pity.

Even though he was sure his eardrums were torn and his legs would give out any minute, the police cars and ambulance were a good motivator. A perfect end to a perfect day would mean ending in a cell or a hospital bed, and hell, if C found out he would be upset and an upset C was… not what he preferred most days. Never, to be honest. C was better when he was calm, and seeing C was the next motivation that sent him running off, limping against the strange feeling in his side. Maybe a broken rib, but it didn’t hurt too much, so it was probably fine.

There were gaps in his way back to HQ. Maybe it was his head, or his arms, or the dizzyness he couldn’t place, but he was missing bits and pieces. How he got out of London was a mess of blurry lines and backalleys, not easy in daylight. He remembered finding out his comms were dead and his glasses too cracked for more than a gps signal he could send out, and this should have been enough to not make C too upset.

Wrong idea.

He barely set foot in the entrance hall when...

“Oh my god, Leav, Leavy, there you are, what happened, we were worried, I was- oh you look awful!” ...it was C running towards him, glasses dirty and hair tousled, the way it was when he ran his hand through it too often. The way it made his curls stick out enough to notice. The way he loved it, but C… didn’t, really. Not his hair was wrong, and his face so tight, so… worried.

“Sorry, I-” He tried to smile and shrug, anything to soften the lines on Charles’ face. “But I’m fine, Cheez. Bruised, but fine.” He swallowed and tasted ash, his tongue… wrong. It felt thick and heavy. Everything felt a bit heavier than it should suddenly. And moved a bit too much around him.

“Leav, there is blood, is that yours?” Blood? No, he should have noticed that. Maybe it took him a moment too long to notice, because Charles’ hands were on his shoulders suddenly, steadying him. Why did he need this? Was he… unsteady? Why? And blood, no, there were no other people involved as far as he knew, it shouldn’t… Leavy looked down. There was indeed blood on his hand. And his shirt, actually. The jacket was too black, but… wet. Was it raining?

He kept his eyes from the moving floor that made his stomach turn and pried the cloth away.

“Oh.”

It was all he could say before his knees gave out at the sight of the piece of metal that was sticking out of his side. He noted that the feeling was concerning but weirdly amusing, from bone to jelly to nothing, and he didn’t even fall, as the hands on his shoulders moved and he was lowered to the floor. Silently. Or no, not silent, actually. He just… Didn’t hear Charles. Or was he just… A buzzing as if he walked into a beesnest surrounded him now. He did walk into one once, but he was a child back then. It had sounded like this, just more aggressive. And he couldn’t see bees, only Charles, and he looked concerningly dark and with too many black dots in his face.

“You… need to talk ‘ouder, ‘arles…” he slurred together, or he hoped he did as he currently couldn’t hear his own voice over the loud buzzing in his ears. Maybe if he closed…

A slap in the face made him open his eyes again, now sharp and there. Charles above him, one hand on his shoulder, the other one not visible.

“You better stay with me here, Leav. Look at me, okay? Just… Look at me. Eyes on me, just like that. You don’t close them. I won’t allow it.” He tried to smile again, but the muscles in his face were no big fans of the idea.

“If you die on me here, I swear to god I will find you, drag you back to kill you personally!” An empty threat, his brain provided unhelpfully, as C had never killed a man before. But nice nontheless.

“Medics are on the way, you’re okay, you hear me?” He just looked up. you have really beautiful eyes. I should have noticed that. How did I not notice that?

Someone else arrived, someone who wasn’t Charles was talking to him but he kept his eyes on his eyes. He couldn’t look away. Maybe this was the last good look he could get? Why would he look away? He wanted to keep his eyes open for as long as possible. Just like that. Staring. Not stopping, hopefully.

But he closed them tightly when the pain in his side erupted like it was torn open yet again, and he screamed before the world went black.

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The first thing he realized was smell. The smell of cinnamon, vanilla, cloves - caramel, but only faintly. Exactly how his kitchen smelled every morning since he decided that C was worth the trouble. Was he in his kitchen? Did he fell asleep there? No, he had exactly one chair in there and it wasn’t this… comfy. It was cold in there. Also, cold, nice thought. And C. Oh, yes. C. Blood on his hands, the explosion, winter in london and he ran until he ran into C-

The fog in his head cleared at least enough to try out a sentence.

“That is… How’d you make… my coffee?” By any means, talking was a bad idea. His throat hurt, his mouth did taste like ash and there was a faint throbbing in his side he couldn’t quite place. No real pain, only the memory of it. He wasn’t sure if the preferred this fog over the pain. Because he must be laying on a bed, other things were not that soft. And there was also a warm weight on his hand, that shifted as he talked. Tried to. Croaked, more of.

“That is… That is the only thing you have to say for yourself?” He heard Charles huff out a breath as he himself tried to open his eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah… actually…” He swallowed dryly and blinked. Thick lines blurred together in his line of sight, and it took a moment until he blinked them into focus, and a longer one until he turned his head in the direction of Charles’ voice, just to lift it off the pillow on second thought. He didn’t yet have the time to take stock of the situation, but he was sure it was the infirmary down in the cellar of the building. Also, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, or more than his trousers and socks that felt like they were made out of carton actually. If he wasn’t so sure that lifting his arms would put this conversation to an far too early end, he would have asked for a shirt right away, but the thick white dressing on his side convinced him that he was better off this way. He felt a needle in his hand. Yeah, pain medication and fluids.

He lay his head back down onto the pillow and closed his eyes once more. This bit of movement made him dizzy again, made the world shift and so he shifted his focus to C once more. He looked… Tired. His usually straight tie was gone and this definetely wasn’t the shirt he was wearing this morning. Also, he was clutching his cup with white fingers, as pale as his face was right now. But keeping his head turned like that wasn’t comfortable, and he really needed to concentrate for it. Weird.

“I should inform you that I am…” He looked down at his cup and back up to Leavy again. “as you would call it, pissed.” Oh, this wasn’t a good sign. Pissed meant that it was close.

“How long was I out?” C sighed and he could hear him swallow. Shit.

“Four hours, twentynine minutes.” Oh. Indeed close then, if he counted the minutes and also drank coffee. Not good. It would need more than just a few flowers to fix this mess. He tried to shift a bit, but as soon as he moved his arms he felt them protesting and groaned, making C nearly jump off his chair.

“I certainly hope you are not thinking about getting up.” C was next to him in an instant. He put his cup away and Leav was confused how he got that blanket, but he was draping it over him now.

“No… Not a good idea. I just wanted to… Can’t see you well there. But even if you are pissed, I want so see your face if you are. And now I can.”

“Leav, I-”

“Yes, I know. I promised, but…” He trailed off, unsure how to proceed. C kept quiet for a moment too, until he swallowed and looked away.

“I had to clean your blood off my hands.” It was barely more than a whisper.

“So-” He was interrupted a moment later.

“No, no, you’re not sorry. Don’t be sorry. Not now.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and Leavy remembered the how he had looked into these eyes until the pain made him pass out. “Be sorry later. Fix that later. Now, just… You will be fine. You…”

“I will be fine. And I can’t promise not to get hurt, or blown up again, but I’ll try my best.” He reached out with the hand that still felt warm from the contact and felt Cs finger close around his own bruised knuckles.

“I would appreciate that very much, yes.” Another deep breath. “You lost a lot of blood, but they got a transfusion into you when they cut that thing out. You also broke a rib, have a concussion and a lot of bruises.” a pause. “And when I say a lot, I really mean a lot.”

“A canvas, huh?”

“Yes, Fred would love to paint you now. As usual.” C looked to the door before he moved his free hand to Leavys hair. It was a lot shorter now that he worked for the agency, but it was still the same red mess.

“But not like this. Rest. Your head is thick but it can’t take everything, I’m afraid.”

“Hmmhmmm…” The chuckle was not more than an intake of breath as C kept his hand in his hair.

-- thank you for reading ^^

#Whumptober 2019 #day 13 adrenaline #adrenaline #hurt/comfort #whump #whump prompts #fanfiction #Kingsman The Secret Service #Men in Black International #Agent C #I shouldn't tag this so much #i'm sorry

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years

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What are you looking forward to right now? Well, I was looking forward to getting food, but due to car problems it’s going to be awhile. D: What color shirt are you wearing? Long sleeve white sweatshirt with gray and black. What’s your favorite song right now? I don’t have any current, new favorite song right now. I haven’t been listening to music lately. Does God speak to you through books or movies? through nature? through Scripture? All the above. Do you pray to God? I do.

How do you celebrate Easter, if you celebrate it? We have Easter dinner. Do you celebrate Ash Wednesday, Lent, and Passover? No. What will you be doing for Ash Wednesday this year? What will you be giving up (or doing) for Lent? Are you Catholic? No. Do you make crafts regularly, or do you just dream about making them? I see stuff that looks cool and fun and I might feel inspired for 0.5 seconds thinking maybe I can attempt it, but yeah it’s short lived and doesn’t happen. I’m so not artistic or creative, so I don’t know what I’m thinking. Would you rather do a science experiment or a craft project? Out of the two I’d pick craft project. How creative are you on a scale of 1-10? I don’t feel like I’m very creative. What song are you listening to right now? I’m not. Do you have multiple playlists on youtube? No. What is a goal that you have trouble accomplishing? I haven’t accomplished much of anything these past few years. :/ Are you a goal-setter? Not these past few years. I don’t have the ambition, motivation, energy, or drive. Do you usually achieve the goals that you set for yourself? Sigh. What’s a drink that makes you have to go to the bathroom a lot? Water and coffee. What color is the rim of the mirror in your room? Pink. Do you worship on your own? Yes. What’s one way in which you’re behind the times? Uhhh. *shrug* What’s one trend you have yet to follow? A lot of them. I don’t follow stuff just to follow them. If I happen to like it then that’s one thing, but not just cause it’s “in.” Do you own any palazzo pants? What? What color is your Easter basket? I don’t have one. What do you need to get from the store right now? I just want to get dinner. What is your all-time favorite novel? Hmm. That’s too hard to choose. What is something that you used to feel ashamed of, but now you don’t? There’s likely something, but I can’t think of an example right now. What is your favorite part of growing older? I don’t like growing older. It hasn’t been great for me, I want a refund. Do you feel like you’ve matured a lot since this time last year? No. What’s one way in which you’ve matured in the last year? I don’t feel I’ve changed much in that way. Do you feel like you’re advanced spiritually? What. Are you hypersensitive? If so, in what ways are you hypersensitive? Yes. Do you wonder if you are hypersensitive? I know I am. What is something you are not very familiar with? A lot of things. Are you hot, cold, or comfortable right now? I’m warm. Do you normally feel cold in the morning and hot in the evenings? Yes. Do you have a headache right now? No. What’s a drug that’s made you gain weight? None that I’ve taken have made me gain or lose weight. Do you have a relationship with God? I do. What’s one way in which you aren’t like most other people? Hmm. If you are unique, do you like being unique, or do you wish you were like everyone else? I don’t want to be like everyone else, but I don’t feel I’m all that unique either. I just feel very...average. If you’re not very unique, do you like being like everyone else, or do you wish you were unique? I’d like to feel unique and have something to offer, ya know? I got nothin. If you’re unique, what is the hardest part of being unique? Do you compare yourself to others? Unfortunately. have you ever wanted to be someone else? Yes, but honestly now I feel like I want to be myself, but a much better version. Did you grow up to be like the person you admired when you were younger? No. :/ My mom is hardworking and strong. I’m not. What was your favorite toy as a child? Barbies. have you ever had an allergy that made it hard to breathe? No. Do you wear casual clothes mostly, or do you dress up every day? I’m in leggings/pajama pants/sweats and comfy, casual shirts everyday. Is there a piece of jewelry you have your eye on right now? No. Do you ever struggle with lust? have you ever? or are you asexual? I’m not asexual, but I don’t know like I don’t think about sex much, honestly. Do you believe that people can be asexual? Yes. What is your favorite version of the Bible to read? I read the KJV. Does your back ache right now? Of course. What is something you are guilty of doing in excess? Drinking coffee. Do you drink regularly? I don’t drink alcohol anymore. What is your favorite alcoholic beverage? Do you have any deep wounds from your past? Yes. Do you ever hold back your anger because you want someone to like you? Yeah. I’m not confrontational and I’m the type of person who just pretends I’m not bothered by something instead of speaking up and letting the person know. Have you ever had a crush that you never (or hardly ever) talked to? Yeah. Are you responsible? With some things. Do you make good decisions, or do you make a lot of mistakes? I make a LOT of mistakes. What color is your Bible, if you have one? I don’t have one. I read mine online. I do want to get a physical copy, though. Do you collect mason jars and use them for crafts? No. Do you wear mismatched socks? Nah. Which TV show did you want to be on as a kid? Barney lol. Did you used to want to be famous? When I was a kid I wanted to be in commercials, ha. have you ever ever wanted to be a model? No. Are you bisexual? No. Do you have a huge imagination? Meh. What are your hobbies? Tumblr, surveys, reading, coloring. What is your passion? I don’t feel I’m passionate about much of anything and that’s the problem. Does anyone support you in your dreams? My family always has. If I currently had any I know they would. Do you feel like you have everything you need in your life? No. Do you feel neglected at all? I’ve neglected myself in a lot of ways for too long now. Who are you crushing on right now, if anyone? No one. How do you relax? Listening to ASMR. Do you drink tea regularly? No. What’s something you tried and hated? Sushi and seafood in general. Does learning a foreign language come easily to you? I did well with Spanish. Had I practiced it regularly, I could have been bilingual. What’s something that is easy for you, but hard for others? I don’t know. Are you unique? You’ve asked this many times now. Do you celebrate Christmas and Easter? Yes.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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oumiyuki · 5 years

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If you're still the prompt request, could you do no.35 for ChiKananYou?

YOU HEARD ME. TAKE. IT. OFF.

Heyllos, Parana! Yes, I am taking prompt requests~ (I know I still have some others from you to answer too but I write on inspiration. Gomen!)

And well. Here it is~

May you enjoy~ XD

Summary: It’s Winter. It’s below 5 degrees Celsius. Kanan, You and Chika are cuddling on the sofa when the power trips and You does what a “normal” person would do – rush for more clothes. Chika and Kanan had a different opinion.

Pairing: Chika x You x Kanan (Chikanayou)

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy (maybe)

Words: 1076

A loud switch tripping sound echoed in the house followed by a short shriek and the ash-brunette who’s panicking was quick to leave the spot on the sofa where she was cuddling with her two girlfriends to go to their room for all that she needs.

“Mou, You-chan! Where’d you go off to~?” Chika whines as she gets up reluctantly, following her older girlfriend to check on the switches.

Kanan chuckles before shaking her head at both the state of the power supply and her missing girlfriend, sure to be donning on a whole lot more fabric than necessary right now.

“No good?” Chika frowns.

Kanan shakes her head again. “We just gotta wait awhile and it’ll be back on. No biggies.”

Chika smiles at that. “As expected of Kanan-chan! Super knowledgeable!”

The bluenette chuckles as she heads towards the room too; she’s internally thankful that the power tripped in the middle of the day and not in the night, else she’d be rushing off to elsewhere like You is – except for her case, it’s not clothes but light source.

You breathes out a sigh of relief just as Kanan and Chika enter their shared room, that breath barely heard as she had a mask over her face for that extra warmth.

Chika gestured at You in disbelief while Kanan raises her eyebrows as she looked the ash-brunette from up and down twice.

“What the heck, You-chan! It’s not that cold!” Chika moves to grab You’s arms but You knew what her best friend was trying to do, and she certainly wasn’t going to let the orangehead strip her so easily.

“It is cold! Don’t you try to remove my defences.” You waves her hand back and forth and side to side to make Chika step back, though the orangehead was as adamant as ever, not letting go.

Kanan blinks a few times before having to comment too. “You… Even I think that’s overdoing it.”

You had a scarf wrapped around her neck, a thick brown coat thrown on, the face mask still there to muffle her voice and supposedly protect her face from the cold air, a turtle neck above another tee-shirt and thick wool socks for her toes.

“Noooo…Kanan-chan help me. Stop pulling off my scarf and coat, Chika-chan! It’s cold!” You protests as she wrestled with the upset orangehead.

“Y-o-u-cha-n..! Mou! We were cuddling just fine earlier. Just because the power went down, it doesn’t mean the temperature plummets right away, you know!” Chika didn’t like You wearing so many things, so many layers, so… Chika glares at each article on You. She especially didn’t like it since she was happily touching You’s thighs and about to put her hand under You’s shirt to hug her directly before the power went out. Now how is she supposed to get to You’s skin with all those clothes on!? “Take it off, You-chan!”

“I can’t help you here, You. I’m on Chika’s side this time.” Kanan strides over to pull You’s mask off.

“Wah! Hey!”

“Yay! Kanan-chan’s on my side. You’re going down, You-chan!” Chika cheers as she tugs the scarf off You.

“Ah!” You tries to reach for her scarf but Chika threw behind her, out of You’s reach.

Kanan leans close to You’s face, then smiling when You’s eyes were on her. “You shouldn’t hide your face, You. It’s illegal to hide away such a pretty face.” Kanan winks as she throws the mask behind her too.

This time You couldn’t react in protest as her cheeks burned a strong red at Kanan’s out of the blue sweet nothings. “Meanie…”

You mumbles. Chika and Kanan exchanged a brief knowing glance before going on the attack. Kanan easily tips You off balance from the shoulders, making You fall backwards onto the bed her coat off her shoulders; Kanan grins at the vulnerable position she has You in. “Eh- Kanan-chan-”

Chika was quick to follow, lifting both the turtle-neck and the t-shirt up at the same time, licking her lips at the sight of You’s skin, fingers pressing on You’s smooth stomach. “C-Chika-chan!”

You didn’t even notice Kanan moving away and plucking her comfy socks off. “I had then on earlier!” You flails but Chika had her hands at the waistband of You’s pants, an evil smirk on, wagging her eyebrows at You when the ash-brunette looked over. “Y-You won’t!”

Chika laughs loudly. “Oh, I will~”

Kanan waves the socks at You before throwing it over her shoulders and steps closer to You again, sitting on the bed to help tug the coat off. “Don’t even bother, You. The lesser you struggle, the less pain you have to be put through.”

You bites her bottom lip, accessing her situation – pushed onto the bed, Chika cornering her and Kanan hovering right beside and above her…She had no way of getting out of this clothed in the right amount of fabric she desired.

“You heard me, You-chan.” Chika shifts, her fingers ghosting over You’s skin instead of tugging at You’s pants. “Take. It. Off.”

Chika’s red eyes with a glint in them meant business, her half-smile told You she wasn’t going to go easy on her at all (and You already experienced it), and now she even lowered her voice in such a seductive and demanding purr…You could only gulp, feel a shudder go through her spine which she likes to think it’s because it is cold but knows it’s because of the orangehead. It didn’t help her case that her older girlfriend was removing her coat in the evilest way possible – pulling it down in a slow and sensual manner, all while smiling at her.

“Ahhh, alright, alright. I’ll take it off. Mou. Stop stripping me forcefully. Mou!” You’s face was a good enough substitute heater for the one that went off with the power as the ash-brunette scrambled inwards to build some distance between her and her girlfriends on the assault.

Chika was back to her usual carefree grin while Kanan leans backwards with a hearty laugh. “Told you, you can’t win us, You-chan.”

“As planned. You’re warm now and we get you naked. All’s well that ends well.”

“I’m not removing all my clothes, Kanan-chan!” You throws the coat at Kanan. Noticing Chika’s smile morphing into a perverted one, You throws her turtle-neck blouse at the orangehead.

“What kind of girlfriends do I have…Mou…” You grumbles, red-faced but certainly not feeling the winter’s cold.

Author Notes

It’s like I don’t know what a drabble is. –chuckles- But hey, it’s normal for the story to be longer when there are more than two people~ XD

I need to write more for them to get a good groove and flow though. :) I think? Did I portray them well~? Hehe~ ^w^

Leave me comments if you like! I wanna know how it was for y’all. *O*

#chikanayou #watanabe you #takami chika #matsuura kanan #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #drabbles #love live! sunshine!!#parana42 #chikayou #kanayou #chikanan #youchika #prompts #prompt ask

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bxcketbarnes · 6 years

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From Worst to Great

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2741

Request: Hey, I love your imagines sm! 💖 Am I able to request one? I would love one about like having a bad night (had a rough date or a fight or something idk) and your best friend Luke comes over in the middle of the night to comfort you and ends up confessing and they live happily ever after 😅😂 (if you aren’t taking requests, this is awkward and ignore everything I said ☺️😂) by @cl1ffordeep

Author’s Note: This is just so cute. I love this fic so much and I hope you guys will too <3

I began to pace the living room of my apartment, almost ready to pull my hair out as I was trying to figure out what to wear for tonight’s blind date. I ran a hand through my damp hair, waiting for one of my best friends to show up so he can help me pick out an outfit and give me a bit of advice since I haven’t been on a date in almost two years. Yes, I did say he, because he’s very fashionable in a sense.

My head snapped up when someone knocked on my door. I rushed towards the wooden door, opening it quickly as Ashton stood on the other side. “Ash, hey, I’m glad you could come on such short notice,” I mumbled as he walked in, closing the door behind him.

“It’s not a problem. I wasn’t doing anything tonight anyway. Although, I am wondering why you called me instead of Luke?” He asked and I sighed, looking towards the dark oak laminate flooring.

“I didn’t think he’d want to help me…” I lied, crossing my arms over my chest, shuffling my feet a bit while tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Sure, I’ll believe your lie,” Ash mentioned as the two of us headed towards my bedroom where I had a few outfits set out on my bed.

“Who says I’m lying?” I asked, glancing back at him as he raised his eyebrows, giving me a knowing look.

“Because you always shuffle your feet when you’re lying. Also, the fact that you’re in love with the guy,” he told me and I pursed my lips, nodding my head slowly.

“Y-Yeah, that’s probably it,” I muttered, staring at the outfit in front of me. A pale pink skirt rested on the bed as a white lacy tank top was placed above it, paired with a light wash denim jacket. The other outfit that was laid out was denim skinny jeans, black tank top, paired with a maroon leather jacket. “Can you just help me, please?” I asked, looking towards the hazel-eyed boy as he nodded, giving me a small smile.

“Of course. So, do you know anything about this date?” Ashton asked me and I shook my head, chewing on my nails. “Oh, then that’s easy. Go with the leather jacket. I’d wear some comfortable shoes in case he decides to do a lot of walking since I know you hate walking long distances in heels,” he mentioned to me as he leaned his chin on his hand.

“Okay,” I whispered, picking up the tank top and jeans, making my way towards the bathroom, closing the door behind me to change.

I walked out of the bathroom after changing and quickly straightening my hair, seeing Ashton sitting on the edge of my bed, scrolling through something on his phone. I picked up the leather jacket, putting it on. I checked myself out in the mirror, not hating what I’m looking at as Ash picked his head up, a grin on his face.

“You look great!” He smiled, patting my shoulder as I looked back in the mirror.

“Thanks, Ash,” I mumbled, combing my fingers through my hair as I went into my closet, picking out a pair of my black converse. I slipped them onto my feet, grabbing my wallet as my phone dinged, signaling that my date was here. “That’s him. I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know how it went,” I smiled, pulling him into a small hug as he chuckled, nodding his head.

“Have fun! Don’t think of Luke,” Ashton rambled as my eyes widened, glancing over my shoulder at him. “Right, that was dumb to say… have fun!”

I walked out of my apartment, giving the semi-good looking guy in front of me a small smile and a wave. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt, denim jeans, and a pair of Nike sneakers. “Y/N, right?” He asked and I nodded my head, noticing his eyes roam down my body, obviously checking me out.

“Yeah. I’m sorry… Chelsea didn’t give me your name,” I told him as we began to make our way towards the elevator pushing the ground floor button once we got inside.

“She didn’t? That was nice of her,” he chuckled as I did the same, feeling awkward and uncomfortable already as he held his hand out to me. “John.” I nodded, nibbling on my bottom lip as the guy who stood in front of me wasn’t exactly my type… John’s hair is way too short and I’ve never really had a thing for redheads and his smile didn’t give off the contagious vibe, it’s actually kind of a creepy type smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, John. So, what do you have planned?” I asked after we stepped off the elevator, making our way outside as the evening LA air hit us in the face. John not-so-secretly reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers together as I glanced down at my hand, wanting to desperately pull away.

“I figured we could go to that Mexican restaurant that just opened,” he offered and I nodded, frowning a bit since Mexican wasn’t exactly my favorite type of food. Well, this is starting out great already...

We walked for about ten minutes, the LA traffic still booming at six o’clock at night as I could see the restaurant in the distance. It looked pretty crowded from this far away and I could feel myself becoming uneasy, not being a real fan of crowded places. My eyes widened when finally reaching the restaurant, Guelaguetza, and it was definitely crowded. “Wow, it’s must be pretty popular so far,” I mumbled, pulling my hand away from his, wiping it on my jeans as my hands became a little sweaty.

“It seems to be, yeah. That’s a good sign,” John mentioned, heading into the restaurant, not even waiting or holding the door open for me. I let out a huff of breath, looking back in the direction of my apartment building as I thought about just leaving, not enjoying this already. Chelsea will be pissed if I skip out on this date… I sighed, walking into the building as I found John already sitting at a table, talking to a waitress who was dressed way too skimpily. “Hey, there you are.”

I pressed my lips into a small smile, sitting across from him as the waitress, Kerry, looked towards me waiting for me to order a drink. “I’ll have a margarita, please,” I informed her as she nodded, taking off to get our drinks. I rolled my eyes as John watched her walk away, guaranteeing that he’s looking at her ass.

“I’ve heard you’re best friends with those guys from 5 Seconds of Summer,” John brought up as I bit the inside of my cheek. He stuffed some chips into his mouth, chewing obnoxiously as I nodded my head.

“Yeah, I am.”

“That’s so cool, man. Would you be able to introduce me to them?” He asked, tossing another tortilla chip into his mouth.

“I’ll see what I can do,” I mumbled quietly, seeing Kerry coming to the table with our drinks. She placed my margarita down in front of me and I thanked her. I took a long sip, wanting to forget this night already.

John motioned for Kerry to get the check, patting his pockets as I was finishing my fish taco, eyeing him suspiciously. He furrowed his eyebrows, letting out a sigh before looking towards me. “I’m such an idiot. I totally forgot my wallet at home,” he told me as our waitress laid the check on the table.

“I got it,” I whispered, picking up the check as I saw Kerry had left her phone number on it, telling John to call her some time with a winky face. I placed a fifty dollar bill on the table, zipping up my wallet before getting out of my seat. “I’m just going to walk myself home,” I told John, clasping my hands together as he was about to say something when I just walked away, needing to get out of this place.

A groan left my lips as it was raining when I got outside, slipping my leather jacket off to cover my head with it. I walked as quickly as I could to my apartment building, shivering violently when a car zoomed past me, splashing water onto me. I gasped, standing still as the cold water covered my entire body, moving some of the wet hair from my face. “Can this get any worse?” I asked, feeling the tears brim my eyes as I finally made it to my building. I got into the elevator as fast as possible, not wanting anyone to show me pity or ask if I’m alright because I’ll just break down.

I pulled out my phone when I stepped onto my floor, heading towards my apartment door. I clicked on Luke’s contact, deciding if I should call him or not. I bit my lip, pressing the call button as I held the phone up to my ear, listening to a couple rings before he answered.

“Y/N? Hey, what’s up?” Luke asked as I unlocked my front door, heading inside as I plopped down on my couch.

“Can you come over?” I asked in response, hugging my body as I continued shivering.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be over in five minutes,” he mumbled before hanging up. I smiled, loving how he’d come right over if I asked. I pushed myself up from the couch, heading into the bedroom to gather a change of clothes, wanting something extremely warm. I pulled out a pair of sweatpants and one of Luke’s sweatshirts. I was about to pull off the damp tank top when I heard my front door opening. “Y/N?” Luke called out and I placed the clothing on my bed, making my way out of my room.

“Lukey,” I murmured, running towards him as I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist. A couple tears streamed down my cheeks as Luke held me close to his chest.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” He asked, petting my hair as I buried my face into his chest. “Also, why are you wet?”

“Chelsea set me up on this stupid date and he was the absolute worst,” I mumbled, pulling away from him as I wiped the tears from my eyes, wishing I could go back and just have a movie night with my best friends instead. “I’ll explain, but I’m going to get changed before I end up getting sick.”

Luke nodded his head as I went back into the bedroom, changing from these wet clothes to comfy dry clothes. I slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks before walking back out, sitting down on the couch next to Luke. I sat sideways, laying an arm on the back of the couch as my best friend slipped his phone back into his pocket, giving me his whole attention.

“His name was John and for one, he wasn’t my type and Chelsea knows my type, so I don’t know why she would set me up with him in the first place. We made it outside my apartment building when he suddenly grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers together and I felt too nervous to pull away,” I started explaining as Luke furrowed his eyebrows. “So then I asked him what we were doing and he told me that we were going to that new Mexican restaurant that just opened about ten minutes from here,-”

“You hate Mexican,” he mumbled and I nodded, chuckling a bit.

“I know, obviously she didn’t tell him anything about my likes or dislikes,” I spoke, shaking my head as my fingers subconsciously played with the sleeve of his shirt. “When we got to the restaurant it was fucking crowded and then John just walked inside without motioning for me to go in front of him or opening the door for me. I stood outside for a good minute before walking into the restaurant. He eye fucked our waitress the entire time and he claimed that he “forgot” his wallet at home, so I had to pay for dinner.”

Luke scoffed, shaking his head as the blonde curls on his head bounced. “This guy sounds like a real dick,” he muttered, running his hands through his hair.

“Oh, he even knew that I was best friends with you guys then proceeded to ask me to introduce him to you guys all while stuffing his face with chips,” I told him, rolling my eyes as Luke did the same.

“That must be a shitty way to start out dating again,” he muttered as I draped my legs over his lap, scooting a bit closer to him. I nodded my head, laying my head on his shoulder, letting out a deep sigh.

“I’m tired of being set up or finding guys that are just assholes,” I whispered, rubbing my thumb on Luke’s forearm.

“I mean… there is someone who’s not an asshole that’d be glad to take you out,” Luke mentioned and I glanced up at him, furrowing my eyebrows together as his cheeks flushed a deep red. My stomach churned a bit, getting butterflies as his hand grabbed mine, slowly entwining our fingers together. I smiled, looking at our hands as holding his hand felt more right than holding John’s hand.

“Would that someone be you?” I asked quietly as he rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. My heart fluttered when he nodded his head, biting my lip softly as I pulled my hand away from his before running them through his curls. “Man, I should’ve just skipped this date and went out with you instead,” I giggled, blushing a bit as Luke seemed to relax, placing his hand on the back of my neck before pressing his lips to mine.

My eyes widened for a seconds before fluttering shut, moving my lips against his as I tugged on his hair. Luke’s hands moved to my hips, pulling me onto his lap as I straddled him, moving one of my hands to his chest. I pulled away from him, grinning ear to ear as I’ve always dreamed of this happening and it was much more incredible than I thought it was.

“Holy shit…” Luke mumbled against my lips, his minty breath hitting my face as I leaned my forehead against his.

“I’ve honestly been wanting to do that for a while,” I told him, combing my fingers through his hair as his fingers dipped under his sweatshirt I was wearing.

“So have I. It’s uhm, still pretty early… maybe I could take you out for a late dinner and movie?” He asked and I couldn’t stop the smile from widening, nodding my head.

“Yeah, definitely. Let me put something else on,” I mumbled, pressing a short kiss to his lips before climbing off his lap, running into my room. I quickly placed the other outfit I laid out earlier, checking myself out real quick in the mirror before heading back out, stopping in my tracks when I saw Luke standing a couple feet away from me, a red rose in his mouth. I licked my lips, taking a step forward as he took the flower from his mouth, holding it towards me. “Did you take this from my kitchen?” I asked, twirling the rose between my fingers, grinning as he blushed, nodding his head.

“I was trying to be romantic,” Luke mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

“Well, it’s certainly romantic,” I told him, placing a kiss on his cheek, placing the rose back in the vase on the kitchen table, grabbing my wallet from the counter. “Ready?” I asked as I walked back towards him as he smiled, grabbing my hand in his as we walked out of the apartment.

Let me tell you… it was the best goddamn date I’ve been on in years.

Taglist: @ashs-cheergirl @honeymoonmuke @somekindawonderfluke @dashlilymark

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panticwritten · 6 years

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Tag Game - 10 Questions x 3

I was tagged by @kclenhartnovels, @luminahart, and @yourbitchystudentwriter for this one, and I’ll answer all 30 questions in this one post! That way I don’t spam anyone’s dash and I also only have to think of 10 questions instead of 30 when I’m done haha.

Thank you so much, you three, for tagging me! I love these questions!

Rules: The Rules: answer these ten questions, create ten of you own, then tag ten people.

I’ll answer the questions under the break!

Round One!

1. What is your OC’s biggest pet peeve?

I’ll just answer for the three OCs of mine that have shown up in Breaking Furnace so far!

Sawyer hates unexpected changes in plan and unnecessarily repetitive noises. Like. Stop knocking after a couple seconds, they promise they heard you. Please condense those hundreds of tiny short messages into one longer one the pings are gonna drive them crazy.

Connor has a problem with people bad mouthing Sawyer, if you didn’t get that from Chapter 5 of Breaking Furnace lmao.

Dominic is touchy about topics dealing with family (”family is so important!” “you can always turn to your family!”). Basically, keep your perfect family narrative away from him or he’ll be forced to remind you that his father was the leader of a human trafficking cartel, which certainly won’t ruin your day as much as you’ve ruined his.

2. What book that you’ve read did you wish you had written, or think you could have written better?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh man this is a hard one. When it comes to wishing I had written a book like “Dammit, I wish I’d had that idea!” I would probably say Rot & Ruin by Jonathan Maberry. I still haven’t finished that series, but DAMN that was a good zombie book.

If it’s like “Wow, that’s a good concept but bad execution” hand me the rights to Twilight and Fifty Shades. Please let someone make these relationships healthy and not completely terrifying. Please.

With both, I think I would say Hunger Games. Like, the execution wasn’t BAD, but I read those books and see places where like. It could have been better. Better plot decisions could have been made.

You took Rue from us, Collins, why did you have to take Prim, too?

3. Which OC is smarter than you? What research did you have to do because of it?

Oh boy.

Notably, Jay is smarter than me. I haven’t written a ton with them in it so I haven’t had to do much research at all. They were created through a cloning process in which the Cube was manipulated to make them smarter and able to synthesize information faster than should be possible imo. They don’t have much formal education because of their unusual upbringing (see: Dominic’s father’s trafficking cartel), but they have sizable knowledge in biology, biochemistry, engineering, bio-engineering, nuclear sciences, psychology, pharmacology, computer sciences, geology, topography, and have been doing a lot of research into the way the Cube works (specifically the memory sectors). They’re also continuing looking into cloning. There’s a ton I’m missing but like?? I don’t really think I’m welcome in their labs these days haha.

Also, J (not Jay, easy mistake) is a lot better at thinking on their feet than I am haha. They’re like a prodigy with a sword, grew up learning how to fight and lie. I would die in a fight, whether with fists, swords, or any other weapons. And I’m only a good liar when I take too long to respond to a text/email.

4. If you were doing immersive research for your book, where/when would you have to travel?

I’ll do this one for Savior/Destroy, 100 Shades, and TS because those are the ones that doesn’t take place in a concept of a place. BF and SORH both take place in concepts because of the nature of those daydreams.

For Savior/Destroy, I would really just need to be a fly on the wall of business happenings (same for 100 Shades, ugh), to get a feel for how that field actually works. There’s a lot you can’t research online effectively.

For 100 Shades, I would really need to spend some time in Seattle and Denver. I know little to nothing about either area, and I’ve been putting off research since I’m not writing it yet.

Trollhunters: Subverted would suck because I would have to go on a nice timeline trip starting around 500 BCE in what is now Bulgaria. There’s a lot of running around in that general area for a time. Starting around 1400 CE, I would want to be in Britain. Also, it would be nice to know exactly what happened at Roanoke. And knowing exactly how the woods were in southern Oregon and northern California in the 1600-1800 would be rad.

5. Which character is most like you?

I’ll say. Other than the characters that are me.

Humphrey. He’s nice and sweet and kind of bad at lying except for that one thing that he’s been lying about for so long that it doesn’t even feel like a lie before. My daydreaming is just a much more innocuous secret than his. And he had to switch schools in the middle of a school year, he struggles with mental illness, he’s really not good at talking to people.

The thing is, he doesn’t write and he likes math so who the hell does he think he is?

6. What is your favorite scented candle and why?

There’s like a blood orange Glade candle that I smelled at Target the other day?? It was really nice, but i haven’t really let myself think about scented candles since I’m not allowed to have candles at all in my dorm (doesn’t stop me from having some tealights for my altar but eh).

I like incense, though, and I love voodoo (because it smells like chocolate and death. like, in a good way) and fizzee pop (because it’s like the scent version of carbonation). Coconut is my favorite for writing because it’s the one my sister and I burn when we have writing parties, so it’s just one that I like.

7. Do you have a bookshelf or library? What’s your ideal library look like?

I have a bookshelf over my bed with all of the books I brought to university with me. If I could have my ideal library, like, think Beauty and the Beast scale library full of informational texts, classics that I’ll probably never even read, ongoing series. It should have a faint scent of dust and paper fresh off a printer. There would be a full section for all the books published by the folks in the writeblr community.

It should have an air of being similar to how the Gryffindor common room is described as feeling.

Everyone would be invited to come and complain about writing whenever they want to. It would be warm, with tea and coffee provided in the very back where the books I don’t remember buying are shelved.

8. Who is your biggest tumblr fan of your writing?

Oh man. I would be stuck between maybe?? @breakeven2007 or @jade-island-lives. You two have responded to so much of my writing, and it’s so cool. I know there are others, and I’m gonna take this opportunity to thank all of y’all so much for everything. It means a lot to get these tags and to get responses to things that I’ve written.

9. What tv show/movie has influenced your writing the most? Or, which series do you wish you could help write?

Honestly. Probably. Pokemon. I grew up watching that show and it probably has a lot of influence on how I form stories and how I view different kinds of conflicts.

I want there to be a Harry Potter TV series and I would 100% want to help write it.

10. How do you feel about fanfiction of your work?

Fuck me up.

Round Two!

1. Describe your WIP in such a lamest way possible.

An idiot gets themself thrown in prison because they regret not killing someone.

2. Describe your WIP in the most epic way possible.

A group of friends return to a nightmare of their past to face it head on, but nothing is what it seems. Most of the group has ulterior motives and the monsters lurking in the shadows have plans of their own.

3. What do you usually wear when you write?

Gay clothes. Because I’m gay.

In all seriousness, I have a hard time getting into the mindset of writing if I’m not wearing my ring (which I got from a candle, it has a connection with the Trollhunters daydream), my nostalgia necklace (has my pentacle, a charm from a friend when I graduated, and a vial of my cat’s ashes), and my string of keys (my daydreams tie heavily in with keys and it feels wrong to write about them without the keys on my person). Loose, comfy clothes are also a plus but not a requirement.

4. What part of your story do you enjoy writing the most (action, dialouge, description etc.)? Why?

I like writing tender moments and dialogue. Like, I love writing scenes between me and Connor. I love finding the balance between what needs to be said and what should be left unsaid.

5. Do you prefer to write female or male protagonists? Why?

I prefer to write nonbinary protagonists, but that’s just because I’m nonbinary haha. I don’t really write women, men, or nonbinary folk any differently.

6. What are your plans for your WIP after you have finished writing it?

I kind of want to get it bound so I can have physical copies of it, even if I’ll never be able to publish it.

7. Have you, or would you participate in NaNoWriMo?

I have, sort of. I never got more than a couple thousand words in, but eh. It was fun. My projects just weren’t viable for a quick-write. I want to try again in the future, but November is just such an inconvenient month. It’s the worst month of the year for me, and I don’t see myself being able to work through that enough to write a 50,000 word novel in a month.

8. What do you enjoy the most about your genre?

Haha, that would make it sound like I stick to one genre. I think a lot of it has mystery, thriller, supernatural, and urban fantasy qualities, though, so?? I love the flexibility. “They separated their consciousness from their body?” sure, it’s my universe so that can happen.

9. What was your favourite read of 2017?

I didn’t really read a lot in 2017, which is tragic. My favorite book of the year was The Square Root of Summer by Herriet Reuter Hapgood. I had to race the clock to read this one because I started reading it really close to the end of my senior year. It was so good, and it surprised me in a million different ways. The protagonist had to admit to herself her own shortcomings in the process of facing an uncertain future, an old childhood friend, and crazy physics.

It was a great book, and if you like YA novels without all of the unacknowledged unhealthy relationships I would really recommend it.

10. What are your hopes for your writing in 2018?

I want to finish Breaking Furnace, goddamn it.

Round Three!

1. What inspired your current WIP?

Breaking Furnace is inspired by Escape From Furnace and the daydreams I’ve had in that universe. I have no idea?? Why this universe is the one I got fascinated enough with to live through the events of the original series in different ways 8 times, though, so that’s whatever.

2. what would you describe your writing style?

According to my roommate, “Almost cynical. It’s like the dark parts of your brain mixed with your humor and have this big fucked up baby. But in a good way. Like, a really good way. Like, you wouldn’t actually stab someone, but you would.”

And I think that’s beautiful.

3. What is an Au that you would love to see written about your OCs?

Literally anything where they are happy. Just let them have peace.

4. tell us a funny writing story.

Okay, so. I have a couple.

I’m sure we all remember the ‘eghit’ debacle, when I was trying to type ‘height’ and realized I needed to go to SLEEP.

And also that drunk writing party. Where I drank a single Mike’s Harder Lemonade (not to be confused with the much wimpier Mike’s Hard Lemonade). And really underestimated how much alcohol was in it.

So, here’s the whole story.

My mom doesn’t like cranberry juice, and I poked fun that she had cranberry Mike’s Harder Lemonade. And out of that conversation I obtained permission to have it. So, my brilliant self decided that since sober me, exhausted me, and depressed me can’t get any writing done, maybe tipsy me could.

And I ended up practically chugging it because I drink everything way too fast. And so I was writing, doing some outlining, and after I started to fuck up way more than I wanted to I actually went and checked how much drinking that in less than an hour would raise my BAC and it p much drove me over .04 so I laughed at myself for a solid ten minutes then went to sleep.

When I looked the next day, I wrote a paragraph, outlined ~4 pages of content, and a lot of it was good. If you can discount the typos.

5. do you listen to music while you write? if so what kind typically?

I do! When I’m writing new content, I listen to playlists I’ve made for each of my projects. When I’m editing, I listen to a classical Pandora station because I can not have words in my ears counteracting the words in my eyes.

6. when did you start writing?

A year or so after my sister started writing (or, when she started letting me read her writing), so maybe fourth grade?

7.who’s you favourite OC?

HHHHHH probably Connor. Definitely Connor.

8. who’s your least favourite OC?

Dominiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiic

9. do you prefer 1st 2nd or 3rd person perspective?

First person. I haven’t written in third person in awhile, and I’m assuming I would still not hate it, but I like being in a character’s head.

I write in second person if I’m writing creepypastas, which I haven’t done in a couple years.

10. uhhh….IDk just talk about anything wip or writing related, you decide!

I! Am really excited about getting to the point in Breaking Furnace where it completely breaks from the plot of the original series. I grew so much throughout this daydream, and it’s gonna be really cool to share that with everyone.

I really don’t want to spoil anything, but I also really want to talk about everything to do with Breaking Furnace.

Alright!

I’ll tag @panismightier, @breakeven2007, @jade-island-lives, @perringcentral, @angrymagicgirlmarsette, @vwritesfiction, @christinawritesfiction, @cadewrites, @happyk44, @lux-scriptum, but definitely don’t feel obligated to do it!

My questions for you!

1. How much research do you put into your projects, usually?

2. What do you draw the most inspiration from?

3. Favorite candy? How about your OC’s?

4. What are your OC’s star signs, and do their personalities fit their sign?

5. Which OC(s) secretly still have stuffed animals? Which one(s) have them, not so secretly?

6. Does your space have to be clean for you to write/draw?

7. What kind of view would you like to have from your desk?

8. Do you have an OC that doesn’t like to talk about their past? What do they have to hide?

9. Daytime writer or nighttime writer?

10. What trait do you least like in your favorite OC?

#tag game #this was hardcore #i loved it #i love answering questions!!#thank you so much for tagging me!

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Work in Progress

Finally got a skeleton of Kavi’s information here. Also, please note that I am reworking her appearance somewhat. Bye bye, blue eyes, hello crimson. Sorry it took so long, but I ended up moving across the country and just took a while for me to get the motivation to sit town and do this. If y’all have any tips go ahead and let me know~

Kavi Shontah

Gender Female Race Miqo'te Clan Keeper of the Moon Age 20 Height TBD

Nameday 1st Sun of the 6th Astral Moon Guardian Nophica, the Matron

Appearance

Kavi grew up in the deep parts of the Sagolii Desert, so one would think that she has a tan complexion. However, that is not the case as Kavi is a Keeper of the Moon and was nocturnal, only going outside into the night. As such, she has a pale peach complexion, only having a tan spot on her nose which she inherited from her father, and bright white freckles adorning her cheeks and shoulders. The strands of her hair are a golden cream color, with the tips going into a dark brown ombre. She mostly has her hair parted to the side, with bangs sweeping over her forehead. In order for her vision to not be obscured, Kavi bundled some locks into a low bun that rests along the lower back of her head, not quite reaching her nape. She has always been told that she has doe-like eyes, giving off an air of innocence. The shade of her eyes are a deep crimson red. Kavi’s ears are longer than most Miqo’te and stand up more on the top of her head rather than resting outwards. Her tail is long and fluffy, keeping her warm during any cold nights. Like her hair, both her ears and tail are a golden cream color that goes into an ombre dark brown.

Kavi is a little below average height for a female Miqo’te, just very slightly and it is mostly unnoticed as her ears add a few inches to her height upon initial perception. Her body shape is curvaceous, but still toned from years of training under both her mother and under the Rogue’s Guild. At some point in her life, Kavi got white tattoos along her cheeks, three rows set to curve slightly, causing her freckles to appear as if they come from the tattoos. After the death of her parents, both Kavi and Kozak’a had tattoos put on their foreheads of tear shapes, a common practice for the Shontah tribe after the death of the parent. After she started adventuring Kavi got more tattoos, these ones similar to the ones on her cheeks, being white and curving along the underside of her breast and curving along her rib

Kavi has no preference for clothing. She will wear anything as long as it is comfy and allows movement. Occasionally, if she knows she looks good in it and is told as such, she will wear something outside the realm of her comfort.

Personality

*Work in Progress*

Background

The Beginning

Kavi is the second born child of Kozak and Ahstra’sae, born into the world only a few moments after her brother Kozak’a. She was raised by her parents as well as her grandmother, Milah, who from a young age taught her many things. With her father she learned to chart the stars and read books. Her mother taught her the basics of fighting and self-preservation. Milah told stories to her grandchildren of great adventures, ferocious dragons, and far off lands. Even with this knowledge, Kavi always wanted more and swore up and down that one day she would go off on adventures like her mother and father did before they decided to settle down. Along with Kozak’a, Kavi would dress herself in a pot helmet and run around with a wooden spoon, poking any unfortunate creature to be caught by the young children.

As they got older, more responsibilities were put on the twins. They were given tasks of keeping up the caravan while the elder Shontah’s were out, making sure to keep the sand and any unwanted beasties out. Like any other child, they hated this job and would often cheat their way out of following through with such job. When their parents and elders returned, the two would always beg for stories of the outside and to be taken out next time, growing tired of hearing “When you two are older you will see.”.

The Promise

For the most part, Kozak’a and Kavi lived a normal childhood. They were raised in solitary of the Shontah tribe until they were 11 years old, which marks the transition of meeting other cultures. They had to trek across the desert at night in order to meet another Miqo’te tribe the Shontah tribe is close to, arriving before the sun rose. The tribe, to the children’s surprise, was a Seeker tribe of the Drake. They met with the patriarch and the two prospective next nuhns. The meeting, to Kavi, was boring, but luckily only lasted a short while before the Shontah family were given a tent to rest in. Kavi awoke earlier than her family, before the sun was even setting. She sneaked out and made her way to the small oasis. There she bathed on her own, enjoying the cool water this tribe had access to. After redressing, she travelled along the shores and found something quite interesting in the brush. There was a rather large egg. Excited, Kavi sneaked it back into her family’s tent, hiding the egg with her stuff.

The rest of the meeting with the Seeker tribe went by a blur for Kavi, only interested in her hidden treasure. Before they left to return to the rest of the Shontah tribe, Kavi approached U’odh and showed him the egg, asking if she could keep it. Surprised, the tribe patriarch didn’t know exactly what it was and told her he did not mind, it was an egg he has no recollection of ever seeing. The two Tia threw minor fits, wanting to know what it was. Kavi promised that one day, when it hatched and was big and strong, she would return with whatever was inside.

It took a while, but the egg hatched into a curious creature. Consulting the books, Kavi and her father discovered it into being a griffin, which normally reside way in the snowy north. Kavi was overjoyed at finding such an oddity, and quickly named the small thing Aela.

Heartbreak

At the age of 15, the twins experienced many heartbreaks. The first being the passing of their grandmother. She went gently in her sleep, but it was still a sombre moment for the tribe. They held a quiet funeral, erecting a pyre to allow her ashes to join the stars.

The second heart break came only a few weeks later.Their parents were called away by the Immortal Flames, a grand company both Kozak and Ahstra’sae were apart of, requesting help in an urgent matter the adults would not share with their children. They left quickly, Kozak passing responsibilities of the Tribe and children to her sister, Iryhs. Kavi’s parents promised her and her brother all would be well and they would return soon. Sadly, that promise would be broken.

The third heartbreak was watching huge meteors soar across the sky. Kavi and Kozak’a were outside, doing their normal chores when they first saw the clouds turn an angry red. Paralyzed in wonder, they watched as meteors broke from the clouds, larger than either could imagine, and fall from the sky in the distance. Kozak’a ran to get the other tribe members. Kavi, however, was still paralyzed. In that moment a few things happened to the young girl. First, she started to hear whispered screams, sounds of a battle, a roar of a dragon, and a soothing voice. Second, from that moment on, Kavi became a mute from the experience. No one could get her to speak, not even her brother. Third, she knew from that moment on, her parents would never return. Kavi knew that they passed. Drained, Kavi passed out and didn’t wake for a few days, not until a messenger of the Immortal Flames came to confirm what she already knew. Kozak and Ahstra’sae perished in the Battle of Carteneau. All they had left of their parents were the memories and their father’s arcane book, which was passed to Kavi.

New Beginning

About three years passed, and Kavi still did not speak. She kept to herself and to her chores. Tired of it all, Kozak’a took lead. He approached his aunt Iryhs and asked for leave from the tribe for himself and Kavi. Iryhs listened to his reasoning and granted them both passage, writing directions for them to travel to Limsa Lominsa. Kozak’a packed for both himself and his silent sister. Kavi did not resist, becoming a shell of who she once was, following her brother meekly. They traveled by boat once they hit a port and made their way. Aela was still young, only being the size of a small horse at this time, but stuck to the hip of his master, comforting her along the way.

When they arrived in Limsa Lominsa, Kozak’a took charge of where they would be staying and what they would be doing. He planned to give Kavi some time, but he would charge right in and join the Marauders. Kozak’a wanted to be strong, not just for himself, but for his younger sister who needed the support. Adjusting to the new life was easy for them both, although Kavi would never eat the fish her brother would give her, passing it along to Aela under the table.

After a few months, Kavi finally made her way to the Arcanist Guild, hesitant to join as she knew long ago, her father once walked this path. Mustering her courage, Kavi faced reality head on. Although she still would not talk, she was allowed into the Arcanist Guild where she would grow. It was peaceful and soothing work for a while, and made Kozak’a happy as his sister no longer was a shell, but now smiled more often.

That peace did not last long, sadly. Early morning, before the sky even had a hint of pink from the rising sun, Kavi was returning from a job out in the fields. She left Aela home today, wanting to try her luck at being alone. She was successful on her job, and continued her path through the shipyard of Limsa to head back to the guild. Kavi was being followed from the shadows. In a secluded part of Limsa, her stalkers jumped. In a flurry of panic, Kavi dropped her arcane book, the vessel of activating any spells. She was held down and blindfolded, hearing the laughter of drunken men as they appraised her and tore at her clothes. Kavi panicked and of course tried to escape, but these men were strong.

Tears stained the rag clothed over her eyes, and for the first time in a long time, a sound escaped from Kavi’s throat. It was a quiet plea though, and the men barked out in even more laughter, sputtering that no one would hear them and they continued their journey of learning Kavi’s body. Unfortunately for the men, her plea was heard by V’kebbe, a member of the secretive Rogue’s Guild. The female Miqo’te was returning with Jacke from a mission of their own when she heard the quiet plea for help followed by raucous laughter of men. She sprinted off, Jacke followed after her in confusion.

The two rogues arrived in a flurry of blades. They slashed at the assaulters, recognizing the men as a group of pirates, and knocked them out. V’kebbe gently approached Kavi, whispering in a soothing voice as she covered the naked girl with a nearby ripped mast. Kavi was terrified and clung to the soothing female, not willing to let go. Her blindfold was removed and Kavi saw her attackers knocked out and bleeding from many cuts. From that moment, Kavi developed an unconscious wary of male Roegadyn and male highlanders.

V’kebbe was able to convince Jacke to take the frightened girl to their hall. Cursing his luck, Jacke carried Kavi with V’kebbe close by and whispering to Kavi. They healed any cuts they found, applying a soothing ointment to her bruised and battered skin, but were unable to get any more words from her mouth. Using their resources the rogues were able to find out who she was and contacted her brother, guiding him her. Kozak’a was a mess. He would never forgive himself for letting his sister go out alone and hugged her as tightly as he could without causing Kavi to whimper in pain. After he assured that she was safe, Kozak’a redressed Kavi in spare clothes and took her back to their lodging, not noticing the rogues following from the shadows to assure the safety.

A few days passed and Kavi didn’t return to the Arcanist Guild or leave their room. Instead, she had her mind set. She would seek out the Rogue Guild and join their ranks. With newfound determination, Kavi joined the Rogue Guild and set off on an adventure with her brother, eventually becoming a ninja and him a warrior.

Friends

Insert meeting with Ishstar here.

The Voice

Insert incident of Kavi witnessing her brother’s near death here. Hearing a voice telling her to feel, hear, think. Kavi speaking her voice for the first time in years.

#kavi shontah #ffxiv #female miqo'te #miqo'te #keeper of the moon #character info #My character

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Aw man :( What's up? Also do all the 5 times tables for all the questions posts! Alternatively (or additionally, up to you) do all the even numbers!

i love my anons so much you guys make me feel loved

i just saw some posts from my exes and it was a shock because I didn’t realise I was following them

imma do both these suggestions so here we go its gonna be a long one

2. How old are you? - 21 4.What’s your star sign? - Pisces 5. What is your favorite color? - Blue 6. What’s your lucky number? - 14 8. Where are you from? - The UK 10. What shoe size are you? - UK 3/4 12. What was your last dream about? - My ex apologising (idk why since he wasn’t really in the wrong but we were friends again in the dream so i woke up sad) 14. Are you psychic in any way? - don’t think so 15. Favorite song? - rn either wonderland by Taylor Swift or Midnight Love by girl in red 16. Favorite movie? - Legally blonde immediately comes to mind 18. Do you want children? - Yes 20. Are you religious? - nope 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? - nope 24. Baths or showers? - showers as regular, baths as a treat 25. What color socks are you wearing? - no shit I’m wearing rainbow socks why am I always so on brand 26. Have you ever been famous? - nope, nor do i want to be 28. What type of music do you like? - pop, indie pop, indie, alternative, folk, rock 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? - depends on thickness, one or two 32. How big is your house? - 4 bedrooms, a kitchen, living room, a bathroom, a shower room, a toilet, a pantry and another room 34. Have you ever fired a gun? - no 35. Have you ever tried archery? - yes! 36. Favorite clean word? - squiggly 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? - i think i ended up hitting 52 hours in second year it was terrible 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? - i don’t think so?? 42. Are you a good judge of character? - HA! when it comes to judging if people are good for one another, yes, for me, no 44. Do you have a strong accent? - i don’t think so, i guess its quite southern 45. What is your favorite accent? - irish 46. What is your personality type? i think i’m an enneagram 2 do with that what u will 48. Can you curl your tongue? - yes! 50. Left or right handed? - right 52. Favorite food? - avocado 54. Are you a clean or messy person? - messy 55. Most used phrased? - that’s so on brand 56. Most used word? - gay 58. Do you have much of an ego? - don’t think so 60. Do you talk to yourself? - yes its the main way i practise languages 62. Are you a good singer? - i’m decent but am not used to my voice drop 64. Are you a gossip? - yeah 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? - call me by your name is that dramatic?? pride?? idk 66. Do you like long or short hair? - god i’m never having long hair again 68. Favorite school subject? - drama n languages 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? - no but i’d love to! 72. Are you scared of the dark? - no, i actually love the dark, i find it really calming 74. Are you ticklish? - yes 75. Have you ever started a rumor? - don’t think so 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? - yes, i’ve been director of a play when i was 18 78. Have you ever taken drugs? - no 80. How many piercings do you have? - zero 82. How fast can you type? - NOT VERY 84. What color is your hair? - i don’t think anyone ever expects my answer, but rainbow lol 85. What color are your eyes? - blue 86. What are you allergic to? - as far as we know, nothing 88. What do your parents do? - mum is a teaching assistant, dad used to be pilot, his current job is too complicated for me to understand lolll 90. What makes you angry? - being taken advantage of, my friends being treated unfairly. 92. Have you already thought of children’s names, and if so what are they? - i love the name archana and scottie for girls, i like archie, ash or Dan for boys 94. What are you strengths? - I’m empathetic, generous and caring. 95. What are your weaknesses? - i’m stubborn, self-sacrificing and ruthless. 96. How did you get your name? - I picked it myself! i had a shortlist of ten, got mum to veto some, tried them all out with my two middle name options and narrowed it down from there 98. Do you have any scars? - most notably one from a fishhook, and then lots of pet/chicken wire/falling over scars 100. Color of your room? - white 2: Tiny house plants or huge house plants?

- Tiny 4: Do you prefer painting or drawing? - drawing

What's your favorite type of sweets/candy? - flying saucers (i’m losing the will to format and honestly i’m impressed if u get this far this is mostly just therapy at this point)

Do you fold laundry or hang it up a closet?

- fold

When's the last time you saw a duck?

- two days ago

What's your go to comfort movie?

- moana

How old were you when you stopped sleepign with stuffed animals?

- bold of you to assume i stopped

Would you rather have Ice cream or a popsicle?

- ice cream

Dogs or cats?

- dogs purely because i have a puppy and i could never betray her

Do you have any tattoos/peircings?

- no

Would you rather live in a library where you can read all the books or a theater where you can watch every movie that shows?

- library

Do you consider yourself artistic?

- creative, yes, artistic, no

Do you have any siblings?

- 3

How long have you been on tumblr?

- since 2013 i think

If you had to live in the same world as movie or show what world would it be?

hogwarts

Vine or tik tok?

- vine

Do you sleep in matching pjs or just random clothes?

- random tshirt

Who's your favorite fictional character currently?

- draco malfoy or merlin

What was your first fandom?

- merlin

What place do you want to visit the most?

- spain or south america i think

If you could change one thing in history with no negative consequences, what would you change?

- eradicate genocide??

What was the first ship you obsessed over?

- MERTHUR

What's an appropriate guilty pleasure of yours?

- fucking vanderpump rules

Do you have any collections?

- washi tape

Do you have any specific kind of style?

- gay

Are there any conspiracies you believe in?

- no

How many blogs do you follow?

- 896

If you had to describe your tumblr with only 5 words what would they be?

- gay, pets, chaotic, writing, art

What hemisphere do you live in?

- northern

What's something from you loved your childhood that you still proudly like now?

- harry potter or football or spiderman

02:Ever been in love?

- yes

04:How tall are you?

- 5 something

05:How much do you weigh?

- no idea

06:Any tattoos do you want?

- yeah, some transition ones, some lyrics, some watercolour, some langauges

08:OTP?

- merthur

10:Favorite bands?

- stornoway, panic! at the disco, fall out boy

12:Favorite song?

- take care of yourself by maisie peters

14:Zodiac sign?

- pisces

15:Hair Color?

rainbow

16:Favorite Quote?

- “the world is seeming really huge right now. i need something to hold on to”

18:Favorite color?

- blue

20:Where do you go when you’re sad?

- my bed or outside

22:How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

- 20 minutes

24:Turn on?

- lip biting

25:Turn off?

- being too passive i guess? i’m a big sub

26:The reason I joined Tumblr?

- harry potter fandom i think

28:Last thing that made you cry?

- unexpectedly seeing photos of my exes

30:Meaning behind your url

- i’m a slytherin and a friend called me the shakespeare of insults

32:Last song you listened to?

- the good side, troye sivan

34:Last person you talked to?

- school friend

35:The relationship between you and the person you last texted?

- friends

36:Favorite food?

- i swear i’m gonna change my answer every time, pancakes

38:Last place you were?

- WE’RE IN QUARANTINE

40:Last time you kissed someone?

- september i think

42:What color underwear are you wearing?

- blue w/ bananas

44:What color bottoms are you wearing?

- black and white

45:Wearing any bracelets?

- 4 rainbow, 2 trans

46:Last sport you played?

- tennis

48:Last prank call you made, doing?

- n/a

50:Favorite movie?

- moana 2. cloudy skies or clear blue

4. coffee pot or tea pot

5. matching or mismatched dinnerware

6. lambs or calves

8. wheat fields or cattails

10. picking apples or strawberries

12. comfy sweaters or flowing sleeves

14. trimmed hedges or overgrowth

15. piglets or foals

16. daffodils or tulips

18. yellow or green hues

20. crows or owls

22. hanging baskets or pots

24. pancakes or scones

25. birch trees or oak trees

26. toadstools or chanterelles

28. straw hats or dungarees

30. crackling fire or babbling stream

🎨 do you have any hobbies you regret quitting? would you consider starting them again?

- lots of sports, yeah

🎟 what are some artists/bands whose music brings back childhood memories for you?

- kelly clarkson, show of hands, basshunter, avril lavigne

🎻 if you began learning a new instrument today, which one would you pick?

- guitar

🔭 what’s your go-to topic to learn about when you’re bored?

- lgbt history, languages

🎞 what movie(s)/TV show(s) do you find comforting to watch?

- parks and rec, b99, the good place, cxg, chuck, one day at a time

🕯 do you have any self care activities you do routinely?

- writing

☕️ what’s your favourite hot drink?

- chai latte

💌 what’s something you love about the last friend/family member you texted?

- i could literally text her being like “i have not done anything ever” and she’d be like “i’m so proud of u tell me everything”

📆 what are you looking forward to in the next year?

- going to viennaaaa

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

- outgoing

4. Are you easy to get along with?

- yes

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

- yes

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

- either people who need fixing (disastrous) or people who care as much as i do (excellent)

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

- my best friend

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

- everyone i drunk texted tonight

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

- clean (taylor swift), wonderland (taylor swift), midnight love (girl in red), place we were made (maisie peters), she (dodie)

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

- yes and no

15. What good thing happened this summer?

- i fucking committed to putting myself first

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

- fuck no i respect myself

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

- no

20. Do you like your neighbors?

- i don’t know them well but yes

22. Where would you like to travel?

- baby we’re in quarantine i would settle for going back hom or visiting a friend

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

- my late nights with the puppy

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

- wow, my chest

26. What do you do when you wake up?

- grumble that i have to be up, play animal crossing til i properly wake up

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

- oscar, jules, umme, katherine, char

30. Do you ever want to get married?

- yes

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

- okay well ben platt immediately appeared in my mind but i think there would have to be someone dominant to balance it out so maybe ryan reynolds?

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

- okay so currently nothing really, but tennis and i used to play rounders, football, netball, gymnastics, judo, swimming, sailing

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

- without tv, youtube exists

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

- welcome to my life right now

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

- compassionate, caring, independent but likes to spend time together, plans fun dates

40. What do you want to do after high school?

- go to uni so well done me

42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean?

- usually i’m sad or concentrating real hard (or reading a fic)

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

- ooh, ocean because definitely life??

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

- puppy

46. What are you paranoid about?

- being unloveable

48. Have you ever been drunk?

- yes

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

- white and navy

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

- my body?? or my self confidence

54. Favourite store?

- tiger or lush

55. Favourite blog?

- ballym

56. Favourite colour?

- blue

58. Last thing you ate?

- oreo chocolate

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

- i think for writing when i was younger

62. Been arrested? For what?

- no

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

- okay so context, my ex was about a foot taller than me so when i went for a kiss i totally missed and hit his chin and it was very sweet and utterly hilarious

65. Are you hungry right now?

- nah

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

- equal

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

- tumblr

70. Names of your best friends?

- okay i’m just gonna go with who i drunk texted tonight so, oscar, umme, char, katherine, jules

72. What colour are your towels?

- blue, purple, grey

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

- one or two

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

- in this house, at least 10, at my childhood house over 100

75. Favourite animal?

- tiger

76. What colour is your underwear?

- blue w bananas

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

- clotted cream vanilla

80. What colour pants?

- black and white

82. Favourite movie?

- moana

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

- gretchen

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

- crush

88. Last person you talked to today?

- kat

90. Name a person you love?

- hannah

92. In a fight with someone?

- no

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

- at least 10 in my room rn

95. Last movie you watched?

- johnny english reborn

96. Favourite actress?

- rachel bloom

98. Do you tan a lot?

- a bit

100. How are you feeling?

- a lot better than i was when i started this tbh

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

- yes but lets not rn

103. Can you spell well?

yes

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

- yes

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

- yes

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

- yes

108. What should you be doing?

- taking the dog out and sleeping

110. Have you ever loved someone so much it hurt?

- welcome to my life

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

- my sister i think

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

- yes

115. Do you play the Wii?

- no

116. Are you listening to music right now?

- yes

118. Do you like Chinese food?

- yes

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

- no

122. Is cheating ever okay?

- i would say no, but i don’t think things are black and white

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

- eh not really

125. Do you believe in true love?

- i believe in many true loves

126. Are you currently bored?

- nope

128. Would you change your name?

- already did

130. Do you like subway?

- yes

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

- oscar

134. Can you count to one million?

- i could but i have the attention span of a goldfish

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

- oh who knows

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

- closed

138. Curly or Straight hair?

- curly

140. Summer or Winter?

- winter

142. Favourite month?

- september

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

- dark

145. Tea or Coffee?

- both

146. Was today a good day?

- yeah i think it was, i just got overwhelmed

148. What’s your favourite quote?

“the universe is seeming really huge right now. I need something to hold on to”

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

okay its a russian grammar book we don’t need that energy at ten past 1 in the morning

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Chapter 1:Sleep Away Camp

Donny: Hey so I’m Donny and I’m from earth. Brookhaven, Ga to be exact. However, that’s not where we are now. Let me back up so you're not completely confused here. My full names Donald Archer the 4th and I’m a Freshman in high school. I needed a summer Job to keep me busy. So me My best Friend Sierra and My cousin Kimber decided to try being camp counselors for underprivilege children. Sierra’s Twin brother and his friends tagged along due to the alone in a cabin with no real adult supervision part. Cue the slasher movie music. So let’s get back to me I’m 15 a Scorpio with medium brown hair. I’m also a cock sucker. Maybe being a camp counselor was a bad call for someone so vulgar. I enjoy fall winter and yeah that is about it as far seasons go. My favorite color is green and I have an older sister named Dana. The pretty blonde Victoria secret model is my cousin Kimberly or Kimber for short. Her favorite colors Pink so you may catch her wearing a lot of it. Her parents are never around so she spends a lot of time at my house or alone in her pool house. She me and Sierra are really close Her dad Malcom is my mom’s brother. Next off we have Sierra Cotton. Sierra is of black heritage and is the snarkiest girl I know. We became friends instantly in 6th grade when she and her twin brother Chris moved from Queens, New York. Her favorite band was Flyleaf. So we bonded over our love for their totally not Christian music. Remember how I said some of his friends tagged along. Well Sierra’s mom thought she could pull a fast one and get the house to herself for four weeks. SO she easily talked the pot head Chris into going. Chris and me are cool with each. Sierra is older than Chris by a couple of minutes so she’s always a bit bossy with him. She embarrasses him around his two friends Joaquin and Grayer a lot. Which leads us to our resident asshole in black Joaquin Baldwin. Yes he’s a Baldwin. He’s attractive cunning and all the things I myself look for in a male sex partner but he’s a mean-spirited bully and I hated him. I wished the black plague on him.. He and I were acquaintances at one point until he moved away to some place called Oildale in California.. When he returned all his hair had grown out and he was totally weird but not on crack. He and Chris never met prior to Chris moving to Brookhaven but he quickly reconnected with Grayer and thus they formed a masculine 3 some. Next, we have Grayer Osbourne. Grayer is the resident pot head he’s big into conspiracy theories and is your guy if you want to score some weed. He and Kimber were once extremely close but following Kimber’s sister’s death had a falling out. Grayer is extremely nervous at times so his weed helps him with his anxiety inability to not freak out.. Our final member of the team is our wild card a complete stranger to us in the beginning. Her name was Heather and she was an 8th grader and daughter of the owner of Camp Knot Krystal Lake. We were tasked with picking her up so that all the counselors could arrive together. So we all piled into a van and headed for Heathers. Joaquin and Grayer brought the weed.. We pulled up to Heathers 30 minutes after leaving My house. Her house is a medium sized one in a subdivision. She comes out in high wasted jean shorts a hoodie and a brown shirt with brown boots. Her hair is long wavy and pushed to the side. She’s 5/3 and skinny with pale skin. She sits next to Kimber who is wearing a hot pink cardigan, a flower dress pink ballet slipper. Her hair is ash blonde with pink tips .It’s wavy and down but the sides are pulled back. Sierra is wearing a Misfit’s tank top a mini skirt thigh high black socks, a black choker and combat boots. Her hair is jet black and in braids. Joaquin has a mohawk a black sweater with the sleeves rolled up black skinny jeans and combat boots. Next to him is Grayer who is rolling a few joints. He has shoulder length red hair and freckles he’s pale as snow. He’s wearing a black Bring me the horizon shirt. Black skinny jeans and checkered shoes. Donny is wearing a Egyptian printed shirt and a brown vest Khaki skinny jeans and beige shoes. Next to him is Chris who is wearing a red flannel shirt Jean shorts and red slipper shoes. After they get started on the road for a little they begin to talk. Joaquin: So I hope everyone likes Metal cause um yeah I don’t really care what you like. My car my rules Chris: Fuck you too. He turns the radio on. News Reporter: Hurricane Lucy has turned into a category 5 and Is headed toward Florida. Meanwhile China is experiencing extreme heat changes. In Australia it’s snowing. It’s almost like the movie The Day After Tomorrow. All over the globe things are going bad. Donny: That movie was terribly inaccurate. Joaquin: Yeah well so is just about everything Hollywood puts out. You comfy can you read the map?

Donny: Yeah I’m fine.

Chris: They put things out? I thought they were all remake happy this decades. Grayer: that and super hero movie after superhero movie. He switches the station to another. “Faith No More-Epic” begins playing everyone stays quiet until they exit the neighborhood. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsqhV8kDkBw Kimber: So Heather, what does this camp look like? Sierra: She just wants to know how hard she will have to rough it. Heather: Well we have no wifi but the cabins have air condition and basically anything you could ask for. We have nightly camp fires with the kids and for the most part it’s a pretty easy job. Just do activities with the kids and hang out. Kimber; Sounds better than sitting in the pool house all alone all summer. Heather: you’re parents not in town? Donny: Are aunt Colleen and Uncle Malcolm ever in town? Heather: You two are? Donny: Cousins. Joaquin: Twinkie eyes on the map before we get lost. Heather: are you sure you don’t want me in the front I’ve been going every summer since I was 6. He ignores her and keeps driving. Grayer: Uh Heather you smoke? Heather: Weed? Yeah a little here and there why? Chris: He’s always looking for new clients is why. He’s not smart enough to low key advertise. Kimber: Must be the weed killing all his brain cells. Grayer: That is a myth browski. Heather: So how do you all know each other? Chris: Sierra here is my twin sister, Kimber as you already know is Donny’s cousin. Grayer and Joaquin are friends of mine from elementary school. Sierra is friends with Kimber and Donny so it’s kind of like a big group that kind of exists without ever really being around each other. Sierra: What he means is we know of each other but we rarely chill unless to smoke at Kimber’s. Do you have any siblings? Kimber nudges her. What? Oh shit I forgot sorry. Heather: it’s fine yeah his name was Austin but he went missing two years ago. Kimber: Yeah we kind of did the research on the place afterwards. Heather: Oh So you heard about the freshwater sharks then? Kimber: Fresh water sharks? Joaquin: She’s kidding blondie. Kimber: Oh right anyways umm yeah where did you get those shorts? Heather: Forever 21 at Lennox. Kimber: we must get some and soon. Grayer: I am going to pass the blunt to Joaquin first since he’s driving then he’ll pass it to Donny and so on or whatever. Heather You want to join us? Heather: Sure .Kimber what exactly do you have in that big purse of yours? Kimber: Oh umm you caught me. My whole closet basically. I brought some Jeans my pink cow girl boots a crop top. My curling and flat Irons tanning lotion. A Bathing suit My makeup bag a Mirror candy and a lighter in case I want to smoke later. Heather: You fit all that in that bag Sierra: She’s very resourceful. She’s also got suit cases. Heather: I only thought to bring playing cards Uno and the basics. You know we have consoler t-shirts we wear right. Kimber: Really? They come In pink? It’s my favorite color. Heather: Neons yes. Joaquin passes the Joint to Donny who is reluctant to take it. Joaquin: Hey twinkie hurry up and take it before I get burned. Donny: Are you sure? Joaquin; What you scared it’ll be like kissing me? Donny: No It’s just you barely smoked it Joaquin: Dude take it now. He burns his finger. Great now I’m burned dude just look at the map and get me there. I’m might wreck now that I have to drive one handed. They continue smoking until everyone is hungry and they stop at a Taco Bell for lunch. The Boys sit together while Heather the girls and Donny all sit together. Grayer: So Kimber is looking good. Joaquin: Dude just try and fuck her already, this crush has been going on for over 10 years. Grayer: Has not and you can’t just go up to a girl and be like hey let’s fuck. Chris: has so. And Uh Joaquin you’re one to talk you have something to confess? Joaquin: What do you mean? Chris: You specifically asked for Donny to sit up front with you. If you’re gay dude it’s cool. Grayer: Just don’t be a bottom. I hear that it hurts. This one dude got set to the hospital with rectum bleeding. Joaquin: Aint no dude putting anything up my ass. If you must know it’s because he’s the only one of you I know can read a damn map. That heather girl is too much of a know it all for me. Chris: I dare you to go over and kiss him. Grayer: No dude no! That is way wrong. Joaquin: Twinkie! He yells across the Taco Bell. The girls look over Sierra gives Chris the evil eye. Chris: Sorry He umm yeah. Joaquin: Donny I uh I like your face. Want to suck them together. Kimber: He’s good but you can try the whore house we saw on the way here. Joaquin: Funny. The girls turn back around. Sierra: I got an Idea. Kimber: what? Sierra: Let’s pour a laxative in their drinks. My mom packed me some incase I got constipated. She pulls out a thing of Milk of Magnesia. Donny: apparently you get constipated Kimber: I just got the irony of this conversation. Heather: I’ve never had the shits from Taco Bell. Donny: Can you pour a whole bunch in Joaquins? Sierra: certainly. The boys all 3 get up to go to the bathroom shortly after giving Sierra the chance to spike their drinks. They all hop back in the van afew minutes later. Mid conversation Joaquin begins to feel the effects. Joaquin: ah shit my tummy hurts I’m gonna have to pull over. Grayer: Dude mine too hurry up. Chris: Wait a minute my drink looks kind of milky! Sierra. Joaquin: What? Chris: She spiked our drinks. Joaquin: With what? Chris: The laxative my mom gave her. Kimber hands Grayer some toilet paper. Kimber: Have fun. Chris: You are so dead! Sierra: I never confessed to anything. The boys quickly run out of the van to shit the girls wait a little but then decide to leave and see what is taking so long. A Storm seems to be approaching. Heather: Did it suddenly get cold to you guys? Kimber: now that you said something yeah. Donny: Kimber is that bag not extremely heavy to carry? Kimber: Kind of but I had to pack a lot of stuff for reasons. They finally reached the boys who are playing in a lake. Sierra: how cute they’re bathing together. Joaquin: Only because you gave us the shits. Kimber: Aren’t you worried something might bite off your manly parts. Joaquin: It’s called wearing underwear. Heather: did you guys check for leeches? Donny: Clearly they haven’t seen stand by me. Grayer: Shit dude it’s fucking cold. I think I’m going to head out. Joaquin: Pussy. Grayer: suck my dick. He quickly swims to the edge of the lake and gets out to sit with the girls. Kimber notices blood coming down his leg. Kimber: Grayer oh my god check your pants I think you’re bleeding. he reaches into his boxers and spots a leech on his penis. He rips it off and begins screaming like a girl. Kimber runs over to him to calm him down. It’s ok. It’s ok. Sit down I’ll um get you a band aid. Donny: Hey there are leeches in the water get out! Joaquin and Chris do so and find a ton of leeches on their body, They spend the next 20 minutes picking the leaches off. Joaquin: We don’t have to be at the camp site until tomorrow right? Heather: I mean My dad’s expecting us but no we don’t set up until tomorrow why? Joaquin: Let’s uh you know camp out. Kimber: are you crazy have you seen the discovery channel. Heather: No why? Kimber: The mer-fish it like totally eats people. Heather: You’re kidding right? Joaquin: we have sleeping bags I don’t see why not. Plus, I don’t feel like driving anymore. Chris: I’m in. Sierra: how fun camping with a bunch of boys. Grayer: I’m in if Kimber is. Joaquin: of course, you are. Donny: I’ll stay. Kimber: Ok fine just let me get my sleeping bag. that night everyone is hurtled around the fire smoking a blunt. Heather: So I called dad and he was worried but said to have fun. Kimber: you guys realize this is how every Friday The 13th movie starts right. Joaquin: Nobody have sex and will be fine. Donny: we smoked weed so we already broke a horror movie don’t. Joaquin: shit you’re right. It’s getting cold out. Chris: whoa look up at the sky. It looks like. Sierra: a circle right above us. Grayer: you think it’s aliens. Chris: Illuminati confirmed. Kimber: Is this really all boys think about? Sierra I’m afraid so. Joaquin: as opposed to what girls talk about make up and marriage. Kimber: So what you don’t plan on getting married? Joaquin: I don’t plan on dating, relationships are pointless. Heather: My parents have been together for 25 years so not all of them. Joaquin: That’s good for them, Not everyone is so lucky. Chris: and this has nothing to do with your abusive step father. Grayer: Ah shit you had to do it. Joaquin jumps him and they begin to fight. Sierra: is this really necessary? Donny: it’s a straight guy pride thing. Kimber: I didn’t realize they had that with the amount of girls they brag about sleeping with. Sierra: and then they want to call us sluts. Heather: They don’t plan to do this in front of the children, right? Grayer: These two you never know. The fight goes on until Joaquin punches Chris into the water and starts to drown him at this point everyone steps in to save Chris. Kimber: So now that you’re all wet and covered in leeches again can we please eat? Sierra: Eat what? Donny: You mean you didn’t pack food either? Grayer: I have gummy bears. Kimber: You have edibles not gummy bears. Joaquin: You have a pole and some wire? Heather: Why so you can fish? Joaquin: Shit no so I can strangle and beat Chris to death. Chris: He’s kidding. Joaquin: Try me again Bro. Chris: Truce I promise never to bring up your countless issues again. Joaquin: Oh fuck off. A gentle breeze begins to blow. Kimber: You know second thought maybe this camping thing is a bad idea. Can we leave before mer-fish appears please? Joaquin: Yeah I think we should grab our shit and go. Donny: It’s 3 hours away and it’s already night. Joaquin: And you can sleep all day tomorrow. Heather: Nah my dad usually wakes us up early. Joaquin: Why did I want to do this. Chris: Not touching that one. Sierra: let’s just go. Everyone piles back into the van and they head off. Joaquin: So do I keep going on 285 or what? Donny: Huh? Oh right yeah will be there in about another 3 hours if you do. Joaquin: That isn’t what I asked Twinkie? Donny: Yeah 285 north. Joaquin: Great. How’s Uh Dana? Donny: who my sister uh she’s fine. Why? Joaquin: Small talk Idk everyone else asleep and this is a long drive. Donny: It’s just you never speak to me Joaquin: Aren’t you always with the girls? Donny: Yeah Joaquin: Well I’m not. I don’t like groups. Sure Chris and Grayer are ok but too many people and you’ve got a problem. Next thing you know the cops are involved Donny:That happens to you? Joaquin: I’m Sure you’ve hear about the parties me and the guys go to. Donny: Chris and I barely speak. Joaquin: Well yeah I get into a lot of cop trouble. it looks like it’s about to start pouring. Oh how I wish I was asleep right now. Donny: Same I hope we get our own cabins. Joaquin: Same Grayer snores like a mother fucker. Donny: Well that will be fine. Joaquin glances to the back of the van. Joaquin: Stop by my bed and I’ll make sure you don’t hear anything. Donny: lovely gay jokes Joaquin: Sorry, I can be a little mean sometimes, I’m just unsure how to talk to you. You seem so unapproachable. Donny: I’m unapproachable. You’re the broody sits in the corner sulking one. It’s extremely scary. Joaquin: and you’re the flamboyantly in your face talkative one whose an expert on every subject. All I’m saying is it’s hard to compete Donny: So because you think I’m smart you don’t talk to me. Joaquin: basically. But uh yeah I’m having trouble seeing the road. Donny: I think going straight sounds like a good idea Joaquin: let me roll down my window. He see’s the road clearer but he’s getting drenched. He swerves the van a little. Donny: Well that will wake them up. Joaquin: This weather is crazy. I should pull over Donny: Wait hold on. Joaquin: What why? Donny: That bright light ahead. Joaquin: What is that other driver doing on this side of the road? Don hold on I’m about to do some crazy shit they don’t allow in driving school. He swerves the car right into the light which turns out to be a space time portal. The car is suddenly floating into a dried up river basin. Everyone at this point is awake and concerned about their safety.

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