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satuguro · 1 year

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⠀⠀ ⠀ཾ ༚ 20/20 VISION

lalala! ethan landry x okokok! reader

#SYNOPSIS— based off of see you again by tyler the creater & kali uchis; you have no gag reflex, ethan tells a sex joke, and ethan takes a leap of faith.

#CONTAINS— best friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealousy, emetophobia, fluff

#AUTHORSNOTE— i've been wanting to write fluff lately so.. here you go xx

your unofficial designated spot in the carpenter sisters' apartment was their armchair in their living room.

you had a list of reasons why; one, it meant more space. you could stretch your legs, not worry about feeling someone's feet near your legs, and you could have your own blanket. all somewhat selfish reasons, but you loved your space. two, it had the perfect angle towards the t.v. that gave you the best spot in the living room to watch it without worrying about discomfort.

which was why you would've been mildly perturbed that someone was standing between you and the t.v. the only difference was that it wasn't just someone; it was someone who rambled too often, who had no sense of personal space while also being hyper aware of it, and who was a flurry of random facts (which wouldn't help him at all, unless someone held a gun to his head and told him to name and point at every country’s capital in the world).

"i've done it," ethan announced to you, his signature toothy smile seemingly more victorious as he looked down at where you were snuggled up on the couch. his well manicured nails (he asked you to do them once, and who were you to deny your best friend?) held his laptop, the screen facing his chest.

"aren't you supposed to be studying?" you asked him with a small tilt of your head, glancing at where the rest of the group was. finals week was beating everyone up, and you could briefly see mindy and chad chugging a redbull at the same time while tara timed them, before you turned back to your best friend.

"i gave up."

"you need to study."

"you gave up, too!" ethan looked down at the huge blanket that you hogged for yourself, not even thinking twice before he was climbing in next to you.

"ow— ethan!" you groaned, feeling him step on your leg.

"'scuse me!" ethan forced himself under the blanket you were snuggled under, making you share your beloved armchair with him before he sighed contentedly. "this is comfortable! maybe i should share this seat with you more often!" he said with a bright grin, making you sigh reluctantly. "i mean if you don't want to then it's fine too!" ethan added hurriedly with wide eyes.

"i was just saying that i wouldn't mind sharing with you because usually you sit alone— which i know you prefer, you've told me so many times and i get it! i really do! but i wouldn't mind sitting with you to keep you company because i really like being with you— around you. your presence. yeah, that." ethan rambled, finishing his string of words with a sheepish smile, cheeks flaring a bit red. "i'm sorry for rambling." he added quietly.

your usually tired eyes softened at that. he had always been insecure of how much he talked, you knew that better than anyone. "i've told you before, e, i don't mind. i like listening to you," you hummed, a downturned smile on your lips. "i like your presence too. and i guess i don't mind sharing my seat with you."

ethan's cheeks flared red at your casual words. you had a way of speaking so calmly, as though all your words were chosen well. in a way, he was a bit jealous.

"you had something to tell me, yeah?" you asked him softly, bringing him back on track.

"oh, right!" ethan showed you his laptop, setting it up on your legs. it was a notion list, color coordinated and everything, with an entire list of shows and movies you remember only briefly mentioning to him. "i made this list—"

"just now? instead of studying?"

"yes! so basically, it has a section where we can rate it after we watch it, and it's all organized by what we want to watch the most and what we need to finish!" ethan scrolled down the list, practically buzzing with excitement (and the cold brew he drank earlier).

"see? i know that i have a whole essay to do but i can do it later—" ethan said, waving it off with his hand. "because i know you said you would do it but i got impatient and did it instead! and look—" he showed you the wide variety of colors for every row. "they're color coordinated! and here's how i think the rating system should go—"

you had watched ethan talk the entire time he rambled, your usually tired and indifferent eyes softening when you listened to him speak. he talked fast— too fast for some people, but you liked that about him—but the way he rambled showed how passionate he was about different topics, because ethan only rambled when he cared.

it showed how much he appreciated what he was talking about. and ever time his cadence picked up and his words became jumbled and he began interrupting himself, you could see how ethan's brown eyes would shine with excitement. you could see how he began incorporating his hands to his words, how his lips tilted up when he talked.

you were so engrossed in ethan's explanation of the movie and t.v. show list that you failed to notice your friends staring at you from the dining table.

"they are disgustingly cute," tara said with a sigh.

"and disgustingly oblivious," mindy grumbled, clicking her pen over and over. "with how smart the both of them are, i'm surprised they haven't picked up on the clues." she turned to chad, who was sulking after losing the redbull chugging competition against her. "have you asked ethan about it yet? you're our in on this, chad!"

chad groaned as mindy nudged him with her shoulder. "i did. he didn't even respond. it's crazy how he can avoid conversations, you know."

you didn't like parties. not as much as your friends did— you were usually the designated driver or the friend that was always sober enough to take care of their friends, which you didn't mind. it was the socializing part that you minded.

you socialized okay, but you often just ended up listening to other people rather than talking. listening was more your style, but you were only a little awkward when it came to talking to complete (and possibly intoxicated) strangers at parties. you stuck with your group of friends and very rarely strayed away.

but ethan was the designated sober friend this time around, so maybe that would change.

three loud knocks to your dorm room made you go and open it, coming eye to eye with ethan. "you're walking me there?" you asked with a knowing smile, making the boy nod eagerly.

"yup! chad's walking with tara and mindy's going with anika, so that leaves you and me." ethan grinned at you teasingly. "why, you're getting tired of me already?"

"no," you hummed, closing your dorm room behind you as the both of you began to walk down the hall. "you're really not drinking tonight, huh?"

"nope!" ethan replied, popping the 'p'. "after i threw up all over sam that one time we drank at the apartment, and then i threw up on you right after, i told myself that i'd hold back on it."

you wrinkled your nose at the memory. "how responsible of you."

"i know, right?" ethan said with a proud smile. "but because i threw up on you that time, i give you full permission to throw up on me this time."

"i'm not gonna be that drunk."

that was a lie.

to say that your friends were shocked to see you become a more extraverted person after drinking would be an understatement. they were used to you observing the group and contributing to conversations with sarcastic comments, dry humor, and dark jokes that are often made much too soon. so to see you take a shot with tara and squeal happily with her (true friend solidarity; she was as drunk as you were) was completely out of the ordinary.

"i'm gonna go find chad!" tara yelled over the music, making you nod happily and watch her leave. adrenaline and excitement began to thrum through your body stronger, and your first thought was to share it with your favorite person. you began to walk around, searching for ethan, before you bumped into a chest.

"oh, shit! i'm so sorry," the guy laughed, making you send him an apologetic smile.

"it's okay!" you said, taking in his black hair and his brown eyes (that only reminded you of ethan). "i'm y/n!"

the guy smiled at you, offering his hand out. "jaden!" he seemed to be as intoxicated as you were, his steps wobbling slightly as you shook his hand. "do you, uh, wanna dance?"

"hey, where's y/n?" ethan asked tara as she passed him, making her look back towards the drinks table.

"she should just be around where the drinks are.." tara's voice trailed off when her eyes landed on you not too far away. your arms were around a guy's neck— was that jaden from her philosophy lecture? —as you swayed with him to the music. you seemed to be having a good time, the alcohol making you lighthearted as you sang with whatever song was playing through the speakers. "there she is!"

when ethan saw you, his heart fell. you looked so beautiful under the multicolored lights, your hair perfectly styled and your clothes fitting you perfectly as you danced with someone who wasn't him. your smile— your genuine one, ethan noted with his chest aching, the one that made your eyes crinkle and your smile lopsided —was pointed towards someone who wasn't him.

jealousy brewed in his chest along with the heartache, ethan's jaw clenching as he stared at you and the random guy. but he didn't step in. he didn't pull you away and declare his feelings for you, because at the end of the night, you were happy. content as you danced with someone who wasn't ethan at all.

chad came up next to tara, his arm over her shoulders as he steadied her. "hey man, where's y/n?" he asked, still fairly sober than everyone as he had only taken one shot.

"she's doing fine," ethan said, his voice monotone as he continued staring at you. it was unfair how beautiful you looked while you unknowingly broke his heart with every laugh and every flirtatious smile you sent towards your dance partner.

"what?" chad looked in the direction ethan was staring, his face falling when he saw you and jaden. easily connecting the dots, he looked at ethan empathetically. "fuck. dude, i'm sorry."

"it's okay, really," ethan said with a tight lipped smile. but he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and him, the fact that you looked so happy pulling at his chest because he wanted you to be happy with him. he wanted you to look at him the way you looked at that random stranger.

and finally, as you did a twirl into jaden’s arms, you made eye contact with ethan. oblivious to the way his jaw clenched and his eyes lost the spark they usually had, you gently pulled yourself out of jaden's arms. your steps were wobbly, and you nearly crashed into ethan's chest when you finally walked up to him. ethan's arms went to steady you easily.

"ethan, i feel like throwing up," you murmured, and ethan nodded in understanding, worry taking over his jealousy.

"okay, let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" ethan said softly, pulling you close to him as he guided you to the bathroom. he knocked on the door, thankful no one responded, before he opened it for you. he locked the door behind the both of you as you made a beeline for the toilet, grabbing the side of it as you readied yourself to throw up.

but nothing came out.

“go on!” ethan encouraged you, motioning to the toilet. but instead, you looked up at him warily.

“do i have to?”

“yes?” ethan gaped at you, motioning to the toilet again. “just go ahead! nothing to fear!”

“i don’t want to.”

“c’mon, y/n, why not?” ethan whined, making you groan as you stopped yourself from throwing up yet again.

“i have emetophobia, asshole,” you muttered, gently pushing his arm. “fear of throwing up? and,” you messily pushed some of your hair away from your face. “i have no gag reflex.”

“what the hell?” ethan crinkled his nose, blushing furiously as he looked at you in shock. you were honest, sure but never this honest. “i could’ve gone my whole life without knowing that.”

“are you sure?”

“what?” ethan said quickly, eyes wider than ever as he stared at you as you snorted in amusement. “you’re kidding.”

“maybe.”

“maybe?” he swallowed thickly, shutting his eyes and pinching his nose bridge. “oh god, you definitely have to throw up now.”

“watch this.” you took two of your fingers and stuffed them all the way to the back of your throat, smiling triumphantly as you showed ethan your lack of a gag reflex.

ethan could only watch in horror and exasperation. “y/n, i didn’t need proof. i already believed you.” he took some squares of toilet paper before offering it to you.

“i told you so,” you hummed, pulling your saliva covered finger out of your mouth and wiping them on the toilet paper. there was a beat of silence before ethan coughed, his cheeks and ears still burning red.

“can i make a joke?”

“of course you can.”

“it’s a, uh,” ethan cleared his throat, avoiding your intent gaze, “sex joke.”

“even better.” you situated yourself next to the toilet, still very much feeling like you were gonna hurl at any given moment.

ethan sat next to you, clearing his throat again. “i know one way we can test your gag reflex,” he stated, almost ashamed at his own joke.

you chuckled at that, the horrible joke making a you sway a bit with laughter before the sudden motion sickness got to you. without another word, you threw up into the toilet. all thanks to ethan’s horrible sex joke.

he immediately reached over to move some of your hair. you continued retching into the toilet, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "i hate drinking," you grumbled as you laid your forehead on your arm, eyes watery from throwing up. immediately as you got the words out, you threw up again.

"i know, i know.. but i know you're gonna end up drinking again," ethan teased softly, making your back heave as you managed a laugh, only for it to be interrupted by you throwing up again. "it's okay, let it all out." he couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped his lips. “i can’t believe a sex joke made you throw up.”

and you almost laughed again if you didn’t throw up even more.

the sound of the party died into the background as ethan sat next to you on the ground. your head was laying on your arm, which was on the toilet seat. you were still intoxicated, and the world was still spinning, but you could see the obvious turmoil on ethan's face. you poked his arm. "what's wrong?"

"what?" ethan said, snapping out of his daze to send you a tight lipped smile. "nothing's wrong."

"liar."

"i'm not!"

"i know you better than that, e," you murmured, half lidded eyes staring at him. you had thrown up most of your alcohol, and while you were still inebriated, you felt a lot more clear headed than earlier. “what's wrong?"

ethan looked at you, eyes flashing with hurt as he pictured you again dancing with someone else. "do you really want to know?" he asked you, and you nodded. even while drunk, you opted to listen.

"you looked beautiful when you were dancing," ethan began, managing a soft smile, "i don't think i've ever seen you like that. it's not a bad thing or a good thing, but it's a new thing, y'know?" he sighed. "you dance really well, i'm surprised you haven't told me," a genuine smile appeared on his face when he heard you laugh quietly. "and your laugh.. i swear i would listen to it over whatever horrible music is playing right now."

ethan looked at you, taking in your obviously roughed up and intoxicated form. but somehow, even with slightly messy hair and most of your make-up rubbed off and with your breath smelling only a little bit like puke, you still looked beautiful. it was enough to make someone who talked as much as him to go quiet in awe.

"but when you laughed, and when you smiled,” ethan said slowly, taking in heavy breaths with every word. fear thrummed through his body, mingling with the nervousness as he twiddled with his fingers anxiously. to continue on would be to admit everything. to admit how he felt, the thoughts he had been having about you, everything. and to admit it to you would be to risk losing a friendship and one of the most important people in his life.

“.. you weren’t smiling or laughing at me. and i hated that.”

confusion spread over your face before realization hit your eyes. “oh.” and oh, it suddenly all made sense. why ethan was so bothered, why you were so willing to listen to one person speak for forever as long as it was them, why even as you danced with another, something was off because he wasn’t ethan. he wasn’t your best friend.

“you don’t have to say anything,” ethan mumbled, completely misinterpreting your realization for rejection. his eyes watered slightly as he avoided your gaze. “it’s been going on for a while now, and i get it if you don’t feel the same! i really do, it’s just,” he sighed shakily, “i don’t want to lose you—”

“ethan—”

“i was completely willing to just shut up about how i felt as long as that meant i could still have you in my life, y/n,” ethan said, looking into your eyes earnestly. “and i thought i could keep it under wraps but i have to tell you at least once because—”

“i love you.”

“what?” ethan blinked, making you smile, your head still resting on your arm.

“i love you, ethan.”

a toothy smile spread over his face at that, his shoulders relaxing as he searched your face for any doubt. “are you— are you sure?”

“i wouldn’t say it if i wasn’t,” you murmured softly as you raised your head, making ethan laugh in relief.

“holy shit— i love you too.” ethan said, leaning forward, only for you to stop him.

“e, i might throw up on you if you kiss me.”

“do you think i care?”

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magics-neptunes-things · 3 months

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Good 4 U

Hello there!

I hope you’re all great. This story is just out of my imagination, but enjoy anyway, I guess ♥ Also Caitlin and Lia are always a thing in this word.

TW: Reader! Wälti, no other I think.

PART 2 | PART 3

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Unlike your older sister Lia, you are not wise and quiet. You have trouble concentrating and you aren't necessarily interested in the idea of landing somewhere. You and Lia don’t have the same character, but that never stopped you from loving each other a lot. You’d do anything for your older sister who’s only 10 months older than you. And you know she would do anything in return for you. You and her were almost like twins and even if you wasn't planned, you parents always loved you the way they love Lia.

You travel all the time, leaving one place when you're getting tired to visit another corner of the world. You are sociable and have no trouble making contacts with anyone, to find a job or to make new friends. You are lucky to be able to remember the different languages in the countries you visit. You speak German from birth, you are bilingual in English and you talk other new languages like spanish or italian.

For now, you are in London with your sister for a week. The last time you stayed in London with Lia was last year when her life was a little more complicated than now. This time, you decided to come to see her just because you missed her and wanted to be with her for her birthday. You contacted Leah to help you surprise her, and you congratulate yourself for filming Lia's reaction when you walked into her living room following Leah.

When Lia told you about a karaoke night with her friends, most of them from Arsenal, you didn't hesitate a single second before accepting. You already know Caitlin obviously and Leah, who you met when she came in Switzerland last year. You met some of the girls last time you came in London, but you don't know all of them. This is a good occasion to met them.

Despite the time set at 9pm, not everyone arrived on time but this didn't prevent the people already present from starting to have fun. You’ve already shared a song with Steph and another with Leah. And you’re choosing the song you’re going to sing with Lia when Katie finally makes her appearance in the establishment.

When the music started, Katie was greeting everyone and sat at one of the tables surrounded by a bench, reserved for the night.

She's sitting with Caitlin, Leah, Kyra and Alessia when her gaze mechanically refers to you when you start singing. And her gesture stops immediately when she looks at you, her arm halfway between her mouth and the table as she was getting ready to drink.

"You alright mate?" laughs Kyra

"Who’s the girl with Wally?" Katie asks, blinking.

"Her little sister. Why?" asks Leah, bowing her eyebrow.

But Katie doesn’t answer, completely hypnotized by you. She just can’t take her eyes off you, your face, your body and anything else that can be part of you.

"It's Wally’s sister?" ended up repeating Katie before glancing at Caitlin. "Damn, you’re shagging the wrong Wälti, Caitlin."

"You’re disgusting" Caitlin says, rolling her eyes.

Leah laughs softly next to Katie and the Irish girl seems to reminding something. She turns herself a little to look at Leah before talking.

"Wait, this is the sister you met last year?"

"Yes?" answer a frowning Leah.

"And you didn't try anything with her?"

Katie’s tone let perfectly passes the disbelief she feels at this idea. But Leah rolls her eyes again.

"She’s Lia’s little sister. She would have killed me. And she’ll kill you too if you try anything with her"

Katie responds with a throat sound before finally bringing her drink to her lips. And from then on, she won’t leave you until your song is finished. Katie recognized Olivia Rodrigo’s song "Good 4 u" and she briefly wonders if it means anything to you and Lia.

When the song ends, Lia approaches the table where Katie is installed while you take the opportunity to go to the toilet. If Caitlin greets your sister with a big smile, making her sit on her lap, Leah can’t help but drop the information to Lia.

"Your sister caught Katie’s eyes" Leah announces with a big smile.

This causes a growl from Katie who hoped to try a discreet approach with you and a frown from Lia, who quickly takes off from Caitlin to lean towards Katie.

"Stay away from her Katie, I’m not kidding"

Katie raises both hands as a sign of abandonment, not without rolling her eyes.

"Looks like I’m the devil in person" Katie growls before finishing her drink.

"She was hurt once and since then has been traveling around the world. I want to see her again before Christmas 2025."

"Okay, okay, I get it" sighs gently, Katie. "I’ll get myself a drink."

After asking if anyone wanted something, Katie gets up to order herself a drink, deciding to go to the other side to have less to wait. And Lia will not be able to tell her anything, because it's finally you who approaches her first. You come to order yourself a drink too and you have no trouble recognizing the teammate of your big sister, that you watch play as soon as you can.

"You're Katie, right? I'm Y/N, Lia's sister" you smile before reaching out to greet her.

"Yes, that's me. Nice to meet ya" Katie grins, taking your hand in hers, squeezing it maybe a little to long.

Your eyes cross and you find yourself becoming aware of the beauty of the young woman who stands before you. You first notice her blue eyes and then her smile that you quickly find mesmerizing.

You are interrupted in your moment by the server who finally takes your orders. And, while Katie passes her command, you discreetly let your gaze slide on her forms. How did you not realize before how breathtaking she was?

"Lia told me you travel a lot" Katie says, turning to you to resume your conversation.

"Oh, yes… I just came back from New Zealand" you explain with a smile, before starting on an explanation of your last trip.

The minutes pass quickly as you chat with her and then you find yourself interested in her and her life. There’s something about Katie that hypnotizes you and you could honestly spend hours listening to her and laughing at what she’s telling you. You like her humor, the sound of her voice and it’s a little destabilizing for you to find yourself so impacted by someone so quickly.

"Do you want to get some fresh air?" Katie says after realizing you’ve been talking for a while.

You accept with pleasure and you follow her on the outdoor terrace of the establishment, Katie seems to know this place very well. Which is probably not surprising since Lia told you they come often.

"Here" simply makes Katie by dropping her jacket on your bare arms after seeing you shiver.

"Thank you" you answer with a sincere smile.

You move a little away from the entrance to not be in the way and you lean against a wall looking up to look at the stars. However, you gently frown when you see that they are not visible. You forgot they’re hard to see from central London.

"When are you leaving again?" asks Katie while looking at you.

You leave the sky with your eyes to carry them over her before gently shrugging your shoulders with a smile.

"I haven’t decided yet. Why?"

"I was wondering if you would give me your phone number so we could meet again, before you leave."

You bite your lip briefly while observing her. You are not sure if it's a good idea, you will probably leave soon and you know that it would probably not lead to much. But you’d be lying if you said the Irish girl didn’t tease your curiosity.

"Okay" you end up answering before you pick up her phone and put your number on it.

A big smile is born on Katie’s face and you don’t know her enough yet to realize that it’s a frank smile and not the sufficient smile she likes to have to provoke her opponents. Her phone in her pocket, Katie settles next to you, leaning against the wall like you.

"Do you like to look at the stars?" asked Katie.

"It’s probably one of the things I prefer to do" you admit without hesitation. "But it’s difficult from here"

"I know a place where they can be seen. You want to go see?"

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"I just ran into Katie running away with a pretty blonde" laughs Victoria who just arrived while sitting at Lia’s table.

"I’m going to kill her" the Swiss woman announces, noting that you have also disappeared.

Kyra’s sigh sound out at the same time as Leah’s facepalm. Caitlin masks her amused smile behind Lia’s head, but she is nevertheless surprised by Alessia who smiles back at her.

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You suspect a little the annoyance that Lia must feel and you feel in spite of yourself a slight guilt at the idea of not enjoying her birthday party with her. But you take a look at Katie after you get out of her car and you quickly realize that she’s genuinely happy to show you this place.

"What’s your favorite constellation?" Katie asks you when you’re both sitting in the grass.

"Aquila" you answer by pointing to the place in the sky where it is. "And you?"

"I didn’t have one until now, but it could become my favorite" Katie replies with a smirk.

You laugh slowly and you turn your head in her direction, to see that Katie rolled to the side and that she’s looking at you. You feel yourself blushed and you’re pretty glad it’s dark and Katie can’t see it. But you don’t let her out of your sight and you decide to play her game.

"What is your astrological sign?" you ask.

"Virgo"

"Well maybe my favorite constellation is going to be Virgo then"

Katie laughs softlyand, taking a sudden aspiration, you gently take her hand in yours. Katie lets you and you find that her skin is pleasantly warm and soft against yours. You shift your attention to the sky above you, feeling Katie’s gaze stay on you. But it doesn’t bother you, it’s not the kind of heavy look that makes you uncomfortable. You feel good and safe with her, despite what Lia seems to think.

It’s almost two o'clock in the morning when Katie takes you home to your sister, whose keys you have so you can get in and out whenever you want.

"I hope I’m not interrupting a private celebration" you grin maliciously at Katie, who insisted on accompanying you to the front door.

"If there is going to be a celebration tonight it will probably be to celebrate my death" laughs Katie before explaining, when you turn an interrogative look in her direction "I was not supposed to approach you tonight. Lia has warned me"

"Why did you do it then?" you ask curiously while searching through your purse while looking at it.

"Technically, it was you who approached me" Katie replies with a satisfied smile. "But I’m very happy about it."

You smile back at her and you probably look at each other for a few seconds too long, before you come out of your trance and regain your self-confidence.

"I’ll defend your cause, if you want" you joke softly.

"See me again and it will have been well worth it."

You smile again and bite your lip briefly. You really want to kiss her, but maybe it’s too early for that. You step forward and put a kiss on her cheek instead before backing away again and opening the door.

"Go home safely"

"I will" answers Katie with a smile. "Good night"

"Sweet dreams"

The house is empty when you enter and you assume that either Lia is not back yet, or she went to Caitlin’s. You go undress and remove your makeup and it's when you are writing to your sister to inform her that you came home when you receive a message from an unknown number.

From Unknow I came home safely. Sleep tight beautiful x

From You Sleep well too. We talk soon x

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Lia looked at you with skepticism when you told her that nothing happened with Katie, unless looking at the stars and learning to know her. Since her breakup, Katie had a lot of fling and Lia obviously didn't want you to fall for the Irish girl before being ignored by her.

Katie and you wrote to each others a lot during the past days and you find yourself smiling every time she texted you. When she asked you on a date, you accepted with a second thought.

Katie take you to an Irish restaurant, she looked almost outraged to learn that you have never been to Ireland during your many travels. You had a great evening and when she brought you back you vaguely hoped for a kiss but Katie just gently kissed your cheek before smiling with affection. She then waited until you go inside to leave. Then you started texting each other almost all the day, every day.

From Katie ✨ u going to the game today?

From You I am :) why?

From Katie ✨ Would you let me take you for a brunch before ?

From You I would love to

From Katie ✨ Great. I'm taking you at 10 xx

You almost turned the cupboard in which you installed your clothes in your sister’s guest room to find a proper outfit. You ended up opting for a simple outfit, comfortable but nevertheless different from what you can wear every day. Once ready, you go to the kitchen, in which you find only Catlin in the company of her cup of coffee and a toast with…

"Vegemite?" you ask with a smirk

"Lia always has a jar for me in her cupboards" replies the Australian with amusement.

"How romantic" you laugh softly

You take a glass of water, realizing rather quickly that Caitlin observes you over the cup of coffee that she holds with two hands. Since she and Lia got together, the Australian has taken on the role of your big sister too. You obviously can’t compare the connection you have with her with the one you have with Lia, but you appreciate her enormously.

"Are you going out?"

"Yes" you just answer

"With Katie?"

You don't have time to respond with the positive or negative that Lia’s voice is heard behind you. Obviously she must appear when the name of the Irish is pronounced.

"What, Katie?" Lia asks, bowing her eyebrow.

"I'm going to a brunch with her" you explain softly with a sigh. "Look, don’t make that face, I know you don’t want anything but to protect me, but if it makes you happy… Nothing ever happened between us, if it turns out she’s not even interested in anything but friendship with me"

You gently shrug your shoulders and carefully avoid Lia’s gaze. You don’t necessarily want your older sister to see how depressed you are about this idea. But it's Caitlin who speaks again, although she's peacefully returned to reading her diary.

"Or she takes the time to do things right with you because you mean something to her" she points out without looking at you.

You frown thoughtfully at her, but Caitlin doesn’t add anything. Lia gets closer to you though, gently laying her hand on yours.

"What would make me happy is that you are too. I just want you to be happy and make sure no one can hurt you any more."

"I’ll be fine, Lia, I promise" you assure her with a little smile. "I learned from my mistakes"

Lia pout a little and when your phone vibrates in your pocket when Katie writes to you that she has arrived and that she waits for you, you take your big sister in your arms.

"I love you" you say before you kiss her cheek.

"I love you too. See you at the game?"

With a smile you nod before leaving the house. Your smile widens when you see Katie waiting for you, leaning against the front of her car.

"You look stunning" Katie smiles looking at your outfit.

"You’re not bad yourself"

Katie is dressed in her training kit, ready for the game and you find it strangely sexy. Unlike other times you have seen her, you don't hesitate to greet her with a hug and then let her take you by the hand to train you to the passenger door of the car.

The establishment that Katie has chosen is between Lia’s house and the stadium, the Irish girl explaining to you that it's a place that she loves and that has the advantage of not being too well known by the general public. It seems to have its habits and even if you don't necessarily appreciate the big smile with which the waitress welcomes Katie, you are quickly satisfied by the hand that she puts in your back to guide you to her usual table.

As always, the discussion is pleasant. You have to admit you did some research on Katie, but you feel like the Katie that people can see on the football field is different from the one you see every day. The Katie you know is sweet, attentive, considerate and charming. You have the impression that she really listens to you and that she seems particularly interested in what you tell her, no matter what it is.

And the butterflies that you have in the hollow of your belly when her fingers touch your hand while taking the salt are rather very pleasant. However, you regret not knowing if things are really shared or if Katie is only interested in friendship with you.

"Can I ask you a question?" asks Katie, her blue eyes watching you attentively over her cup of tea.

"Of course" you answer with a little smile.

"When she asked me not to come near you, Lia mentioned a romantic relationship that ended badly. I’m not asking you to tell me everything, but if you have any residual trauma or like that…"

Of course Lia mentioned your old relationship with Katie. On the other hand, you can’t blame her, after learning about the various deceptions of your ex-girlfriend, it was so painful that you never set foot in Switzerland again and you never saw your family again for a year. It apparently left your sister with trauma as well.

"As long as you don’t lie to me or hide things from me, it should be okay" you mumble and shrug.

Katie looks funny and you briefly get lost in your thoughts until the Irish woman gently takes your hand in hers. When you look up at her, she smiles softly at you, her eyes immensely sweet.

"No matter what happens, I will never. I promise"

You smile softly at her, losing yourself in her eyes. Katie changes the subject and when it’s time to leave for the stadium, you have the impression that the time has passed much too quickly.

"Do you mind if someone sees you get out of my car? There are often fans waiting for us in the parking lot, they cannot access it but they wait behind the gates. I can drop you off if you want" Katie asks when you’re about to arrive.

"I don’t care" you assure her by tapping on her arm.

You didn’t expect her to grab your hand with hers to interlace your fingers, but this gesture is rather pleasant.

Katie was right, you barely got out of the car when you heard some people calling her name. The young woman having advised you not to pay attention to it, you follow her inside the corridors in the colors of Arsenal without turning once your glance towards the fans.

"Shall I leave you there?" asks Katie once right outside the door that’s supposed to take you to the VIP corner, where Lia booked you a seat.

You nod with a slight smile. You know the way now.

"Thanks for the invitation. I had a great time"

"So do I" Katie says, smiling as well. "You still don’t know when you’re leaving, right?"

"Maybe soon. I don’t know yet"

You gently shrug your shoulders, but you don’t miss the disappointment that briefly passes over Katie’s face after her smile drop.

"Oh… okay. Well, I’ll see you soon, I guess?"

"Yeah" you smile softly.

Katie gives you a little smile, but it’s only when she turns her heels in the direction of the changing rooms that you walk forward two steps and you take the floor again.

"Katie?"

"Yes?"

The Irish girl turns and looks at you with surprise. She apparently did not expect you to hold her back.

"You want to know what it depends on?"

"Yes" she says again, looking at you carefully.

You made other steps to catch up to her and to be at her height but you mechanically bite your lip, a little anxious about your courage and its repercussions. But now is not the time to back down. Katie seems to have quickly noticed your nervousness since she is also moving in your direction of a step, offering you a reassuring smile.

"You"

"Me?"

"Yes, I… I like you, I mean not necessarily only physically. And I really like the moments we spend together, but I don’t know if it’s mutual or if I’m making ideas. And I’m a little afraid that after talking to you about it now it changes or complicates things, but-"

Katie ends up interrupting you, putting her finger on your lips to silence you. You don’t know if it’s a good thing or not and you freeze instantly.

"I like you too, I thought it was obvious. I’m sorry if I let you think otherwise. My love life may not have been the most stable in a few months, but with you it’s different."

You don’t have time to answer anything that Leah Williamson appears around the corner to call Katie. Training will begin soon.

"I have to go. I’ll see you later?"

You nod with a smile. Katie looks at you for a few more seconds smiling before heading to where Leah disappeared a few seconds ago.

"Katie?" You call her again though. "You forgot something"

Gently frowning, Katie turns in your direction, no doubt to see you so close to her, always smiling. She has no time to question you, since you come forward until you can put your lips on hers. It’s just a light kiss, but the sensations are amazing.

When you open your eyes again, Katie’s are dipping into yours and you have to take it on yourself so you don’t pass out. If you listened to yourself, you would do it again, but you don’t want to cross the line. That said, given her smile, she doesn’t seem to be against that kiss.

"Now you can go" you smile maliciously.

But Katie shakes her head with her big smile still displayed on her face. Taking advantage of your proximity, Katie gently puts her hand on your neck before drawing your face once again against hers. This kiss is longer than the first and your hands naturally find place on Katie’s body.

When Katie gently caresses your lower lip with her tongue, asking for access to yours, you do not hesitate a single second before leaving it to her. Obviously, you forget a little where you are and that everyone could surprise you. It is finally a door noise far away from you that brings you back to reality, a few minutes later.

"I really have to go" whispers Katie, her lips caressing yours when she speaks.

And it makes you half lose your mind. So you can’t resist the urge to kiss her again and it takes all your strength to tear you away from her. And let her go.

"Come on, go make the rest of the world enjoy your talent" you smile softly

Katie laughs but steals one last kiss before leaving. It’s in a second state that you join your seat, but when Katie appears on the field alongside the other players, you can’t help but smile again. Katie quickly spots you in the stands and sends you a wink to which you respond with a smile.

In the end, it’s not as safe as this that you’ll leave London.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #katie mccabe imagine #katie mccabe x reader #katie mccabe

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 6 months

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Steddie Upside-down AU Part 25

Part 1 Part 24

“You mean blood draws this thing?” Hopper asks. He’s finally seated at the table, no longer looming over Eddie where he sits, like he’s just picked him up for possession and taken him in for questioning. Again.

“We don’t know,” Barbara says. Nancy chimes in, “it’s just a theory.” All three of them ignore Eddie’s shouted “Yes!” As if he isn’t the only one that’s seen the thing more than once.

Hopper steeples his fingers in front of his nose, looking like he’d rather be almost anywhere else. Eddie can’t blame him. He also wants Hopper to be anywhere else.

“We’ve got a plan,” Nancy says. “To test the theory.”

Hopper sighs, closing his eyes and pinching his brows, the same way he does when he catches Eddie selling pot outside of the high school. Or at the trailer park. Or at parties. “Let’s hear it then.” He doesn’t open his eyes. Nancy starts speaking anyway.

Eddie, having been mostly absent last time, tunes in for the conversation. She wants to jerry rig the house with bear traps. Like they’re in the Looney Tunes and she’s trying to catch the road runner. Hopper doesn’t seem all that impressed. Neither does Wayne.

“No,” Wayne says.

Hopper still hasn’t opened his eyes. Maybe he was so shocked by the slap dash plan that he gave up and went to sleep.

“Excuse me?” Nancy says.

Eddie bristles at her tone, but Wayne doesn’t even twitch. “You’re kids,” he says, like that’s all there is to say.

“But, Steve –”

Joyce jumps up from where she was still huddled with her sons to tower over the table in all her five foot nothing furry to shout, “this is not yours to fix!” It works to shut them all up. “It’s not you kid’s responsibility to save another kid.”

“But, Mom,” Will says.

Eddie wants to echo the sentiment. Wants to beg. Steve saved their lives, and they’d left him. She wants them to just leave him there? Again? “I know, baby. We’ll get him.”

“Anyone called the boy’s parents?” Wayne asks, but it comes out barely as a question. He already knows the answer, even before Hopper scoffs. Everyone at this table does.

“Like anyone even knows what country they’re in,” he replies while Joyce bristles, like the thought of anyone’s child being left like that leaves her seething.

“Enough of that,” she says, waving her ends in a cutting motion in front of her. “How are we going to get that boy back?”

Will stands up and storms out of the room. Eddie’s never seen the kid be anything but polite. Eddie stands to follow the tug at his sternum telling him to keep the kid in his line of sight.

“Will?” Joyce calls, trying to follow as well until Jonathan tugs her back by her arm with a quiet murmur he can’t make out.

The house isn’t large. He can hear the silence reverberating as he follows Will. The best plan they have so far is Nancy’s game of mouse trap. If it means saving Steve, Eddie’s ready to form an alliance with the devil he knows. If it means saving Steve, he’d be willing to do worse.

“I could go back to the lab,” Hopper says, voice barely carrying down the hallway.

Will’s sitting on a bed when Eddie finds him. It’s small with a blue comforter on it, covered in little cartoon planes. There’s a poster of Jaws on the wall, D & D minis on a bookcase. This might be the coolest kid alive.

Eddie takes a seat beside him, the mattress squeaking as he huddles into it.

Will’s hand is dangling between his knees, cradling a walkie talkie. He doesn’t look over at Eddie, just keeps staring at it like it’ll crackle to life at any second.

“Whatcha got there?” Eddie asks quietly as voices raise in the other room. Eddie wonders if this is what it would’ve felt if he’d had a baby brother back when voices were always raised in his house. He wants to scoop this kid up and bolt out the window.

Will barely seems to notice the noise. He’s still just staring down. When he finally drags his eyes up, it seems like it takes effort. “I want to call Mike.”

“Okay,” Eddie says. “Who is Mike?”

Will’s eyes shift back down. “He’s my Steve.”

Well, Eddie has no idea what that means, but he can glean some things: Mike is important, and Will wants to talk to him. “So, call him.”

Will’s shoulders curl in. He cradles the walkie talkie to his chest like it’s a baby. “He thinks I’m dead.” It comes out of his mouth bitter.

Eddie reaches out, clasps his shoulder gently. “Then, I bet he’d love to hear that you’re not.”

Slow as molasses, Will raises the walkie talkie up to his mouth, holds down a button and speaks. “Mike?” he asks. “Do you copy?”

He decompresses the button. The silence trickles back in as they both now stare at the walkie talkie, waiting for something to happen. “Maybe he didn’t hear yo–” Eddie starts to say, conjuling, when a frantic, prepubescent voice crackles through the little speaker.

“Will?!” A voice asks, overlapped by another saying , “–didn’t say over, Mike!” before the fuzzy sound stops abruptly.

Will waits a second before pushing the button again, and speaking, “I’m here, over.”

“Where are you?” presumably Mike asks. “We’ll come get you!”

Will smiles, eyes brimming. “It’s okay,” he says, voice lighter than Eddie’s ever heard it. “I’m home.”

The silence lasts longer now, until a new voice filters through. “Yeah, yeah, I’m glad you’re back, Will,” attitude dripping even over the static of the line. “Now, the bad men have got us pinned down, you gotta help us.” it says, before tacking on a quick, “over.”

“Bad men?” Eddie asks, looking over at Will, hoping this is some ill-timed inner-circle game.

But Will looks confused. Panicked. “I think we should go get Chief Hopper.” Will says.

Great. Another fucking problem. Eddie regrets ever being dragged back through that goddamn hole in the tree.

Part 26

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #my fic #first part where i was like wow that sucked to write and i hate it but im moving along so i don't get bogged down! lol

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zivazivc · 3 months

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I'm gonna take some time to digest and think about that comic before I come to a decision. The decision being whether to continue to support you or just leave you be.

If I decide to leave you be, just know that there are no hard feelings, okay?

You are on anon so I don't know if this is someone who I've talked to before, but either way, yes, no hard feelings. I completely understand. It's the internet, anyone can unfollow anyone for any reason, but also I know this is an uncomfortable topic and even triggering to some, and some people are just not here for that. I was contemplating posting it for a while for this reason.

I do kinda want to point out that the purpose was/is not to fetishize a relationship with a minor and I will never fetishize or glorify that ever. It's wrong and unhealthy even if there's no malicious intent present. (am pointing it out because I got a bunch of asks about it and I'm 🧍) But this is fiction, and I portrayed the scenes the way that I did mainly because I made the comic from Floyd's perspective and I wanted to get in his head and show what exactly he was feeling in that moment. If the end result makes you feel uncomfortable or "flustered" (I don't think I'm using the right English word) in a certain icky way, that was kind of the point and I believe should be a normal reaction from an adult.

I spent my high school years (normally 15-19yo, but it was more like 14-22+) living in a dorm in the country's capitol and I attended a vocational school for visual arts that is pretty notorious for having a drug problem (I'm talking about mostly weed) and being full of weirdos (students free and comfortable expressing themselves and experimenting with expressing themselves but weirdos is the used term lol). The dorm is also located very near the city's subcultural center (look up Ljubljana Metelkova if you want, it's kind of what I imagine the underground scenes the bandmates visit looking like) which is like a hangout place for subcultures like punks and metalheads and the lgbtq. Anyway coming from living my whole life in a rural village where I still played with toys to somewhere like that was an insane shock to me. I sometimes felt like a toddler around young adults in a big city. And it was whiplash for many other teens too, some of whom quickly fell into bad crowds and spiraled, often those who came from bad home situations or controlling parents (heck some even came from elementary schools already doing problematic things). The amount of rumors of things happening in that dorm and school (drugs, sex, messing around with older teens/adults, whatever)... (I'm not saying it was like a concerning percentage of students but it was happening) Some of these people who made some bad choices were and some still are my friends, some of whom still struggle with some things today and it's heartbreaking.

Anyway where I was going with this is that in high school I was always kind of the anti all of that (to the point it had the opposite effect on me where I didn't even try out the normal teenage things) and just thinking "what the fuck is wrong with these people?" And recently, when my headcanons for Floyd started going in the direction that they have, I started wondering the same thing. Just not in a judgemental way this time. More like I want to dissect this situation carefully and understand it from everyone's perspective and see what lead up to it. I've always been very fascinated by morally gray and dark fiction for this reason and this is right up that alley.

So yeah, this isn't for everyone, and I can't hold a grudge if anyone unfollows me for it. But what I'm doing here is inspired a lot by real life situations and my weird deep dives into articles about trauma and its effects (also pretty sure I'm also processing some of my own personal emotions through these blorbos but I am not going into that), and I feel like I'm taking a pretty realistic approach to it (if you ignore the fact that this is fucking Trolls). I'm just slowly exploring how a relationship between a teen who comes from a sheltered almost cultish upbringing (pop trolls live in a concentration camp and are dealing with the horrors by singing and enjoying every minute of their every day like life is a ticking time bomb) and a young adult who never got a chance to grow up because he never experienced a childhood and is suddenly being liked by someone for the first time in his life (I'll talk more about Les some other time), would develop into hopefully something okay for both of them. Because I do want them to both be okay in the end. And I'm sharing some of my brainworms online for anyone who's interested. I just can't share ALL of my brain worms and sometimes I forget that people don't have a view of what's going on in my head. Yeah... This answer became long for no other reason except that I can't sleep because I posted that comic, damn. That's what I get for dropping that bombshell on top of what was mostly fun "comedic" posts about the AU so far.

#answered #I never actually intended for them to get together when I designed Les #it just kind of happened and by that point I didn't want to change Les's age #because that would completely rewrite his character #and I like his character #but yeah I ship them. although when they're older #at this point I just find floyd's crush adorable and his actions concerning #les didn't sign up for any of it but he also doesn't have the heart to throw floyd out of the band #because he's worried someone with bad intentions could find him instead #yeah #it's messy #but that's the whole point #also I think it just looks so much worse in the comic because les is giant #if he were a rock troll they'd be nearly the same height #this is also something I didn't account for #ex bandmates

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Been crying alot lately not knowing why, nd now I can verbalise it, I need to type it down for the sake of my sanity.. I think its lots of trauma dumping, I'm sorry

I've seen a post ask about if you're an ace would u be in romantic relationships, and I have just thought about how I'm always revolted by these concepts since I was 6 years old.

Having been always groomed to be wed to one of my cousins or a rich somebody to be my highest achievements as it solely focuses on my private parts as my worth and my ability to contribute to the family's "Good reputation" and reap back benefits to.

But I knew, all along, if I was forced to be with someone, that will end me being on this earth or them if they tried going near me. And growing up, I always tried to accept that fact, accept that u need to be pure and clean and be good for wedding and basically enslaved to it, cuz that's all our still impoverished family can aspire to. And on top of the dark thing that happened to me, making me truly believe I have no worth in this world and have prayed to be taken to heaven before I hit puberty, and have tried pitiful attempts to leave it, untill i got faint access to Internet and stole the keys to the locked books, they themselves should have been reading, around 17 years old, found an only opening and escape to reality.

I remember, my refusal was all the firmer the more anyone tries to tell me all about the glamor of being an intimate house maid and the domestic abuse they gloss over that I personally have witnessed time and time again with every couple that visited or we went to. I always respond that i am already one to my guardian's with the same abuse minus the gross intimate part.

I didn't even understand why I hated it so much while everyone is doing it, and as young as 16.

I avoided alot of marriage offers thanks to my guardians being, in one good way, over protective. And me losing my mind every time they brought it up. Literal uncharacteristic melt downs and now they fear the subject after they finally snapped me after saying no for years wasn't enough of a respond.

I'm 30 and the latest offer was from a rich cripple who was willing to pay all my guardians debts and give them a farm. My guardians dream. They turned it down without consulting me.

I've always hated the concept of pairs joined by s*x and the s*x itself. And marriage as a whole never made sense to me, considering the developing world and its problems. But I understand it as a bond if its first and foremost was not for love, it was for safety— mental, financial and otherwise.

And where I come from, independence is supported by the family, you can not survive, work, do anything if you do not have a family, and specially if you assigned a certain gender. So basically, I lived in isolation for the majority of my life, in poverty, marriage seen as the only -allowed- way out.

And it's all stims from a so called religious teachings.. Alot in common in this world, who take it as a personality trait and use it to justify injustice. Even though most of the time they know nothing about it beside what they are told by their authority figures and operat in this world as superior to all others because they were told they r the true religion. I saw on TT a so called mus-girl complaining about her children being exposed to 'rainbow ppl' in school education and having the nerve to complain about it living as a foreigner welcomed to practice her religion in a western country and claims not to be hateful. And yes, Arab ppl call the community 'rainbow' which reeks of the phobia and condescension. Like their religion teaches them to be at peace with all and treat ppl how they like to be treated, yet they fail to apply that when they don't like or lack the emotional intelligence to understand others who are merely different, just different and existing, exactly like them. And they do believe God made everything, so he did make those people, so what their excuse to that? And they exsisted since tbe dawn of humanity. And funny thing is their religion tells them that God made humans different, and urges them to read, to wonder the earth and consider facts and if they don't know to ask who are knowledgeable, and their intentions matters more and if they did unjustly by anyone, who ever they are, they r not a true mus--. It obviously translate to just ask a man who knows nothing about science, empathy or common sense or notice the accumulating facts and only repeat a select few he is told at a religious house. Thinking seems to be a burden these people happily relinquish to others. Which irkes me to no end

I was told all the shit I endured is because it from gods teachings, and it should make me happy. I never stopped questioning if this is a bless then why I was never happy? And why I can't do as I am told

They beat me up when I drew, when I was rowdy and when what now i know is stimming, shaming it as an act of another religion, and it was the running joke in the whole family. Mental health was an immense shame and hush hush, and anyone who seemed to need it was judged to be just a lesser mus-- so they deserve all the pain and suffering they get

I was glad that lady was getting chewed by ppl who was responding to her, but one person said something that just made me burst into tears and I couldn't stopp crying lately..

She said she was a teacher that goes from school to school and stuff so she experienced alot of communities and she noticed the vast differences between children who's family love and support is unconditional and those who don't, they obviously tend to later thrive.

And thats the word..

Thrive

Besides our financial situation never changing to the better, everything else was in decline, my guardians health themselves relying on me even more, and my mental anguish exasperated to a point i barely see a point in life, daily.. I can barely draw now, something I did 24/7

Everything that I am I had to do deep research for just to know that there's nothing wrong with me or im not deserving punishments for. I am ace, I am a gentle Them, I am on the spectrum, and I am Mani..

I did everything I do now in secret and complete agony. I learned English to gave privacy, continued to draw cuz it was my only alive part, and posted online when I was forbidden completely to protect my art from being lost, had to swear that I was nit interacting with others. I lied and one of the few times I was found, I was beaten while a school friend was on the other line in a voice chat. I was more humiliated that my friend witnessed it than being caught.

I still have the deep fear and distrust, I can't deal with social things, having to keep guessing which social cues they are using and not to become a living status, leaving the house the mere thought if it alone is panic inducing, I can never feel safe and cant risk something that might bring any harm to me and my sibs, every few days I struggle not to just delete my whole exsistance online. I can't look at faces even in pictures and if I did or need to I have to mentally prepare myself for so long. I literally had to convince my guardians that I can have a credit card so I can "learn" to do stock shi then used it to have PP and one day i got commissioned, and only when that happened I was able not to keep it a secret. And in its place now I feel the pressure when I can't provide or won't

The rest I still have no luck, I bearly managed to tell them recently that I suspect that I am on the spectrum, reading alot about it lately and it explains even things I couldn't. The nearest I managed to tell them that I am ace and what it is is that I started by saying I find who we are suppose to be wed to disgusting and I already living that glamorous stay at home shi nd co-raising 5 siblings they know very little about. They said fine but don't go saying that out loud cuz God says that marriage is the greatest bless but I won't force u ever.

I just feel my life force almost over, while I experienced nothing of life beyond isolation and constant need, so i cant thrive in anything.. Everything I wanted to do I begged to try was denied cuz either of my privates or cuz we were poor. I wanted to be athletic and do sports but there was no such thing as a second gender sports around. I wanted to be and still wish I could be, a wrestler. Unsurprisingly WWE was my inspiration and practiced as serious as a kid could, having what I believed a super pain tolerance cuz I never cried as I was beaten. I was cut from even watching it because it was "shameful " all of a sudden. Later I understood it was because everyone was shirtless and it was s*xulised by them. Everything became the same later, everything I drew or expressed feared to be s*xual and or homo nd I was punished over, I literally drew dying ppl and bromance alot at first. And they just projected their assumptions on me. I understood later and still can't bear the thought that ppl can project s*x into anything, and it never clicked in my mind because of what I am. And that was their biggest fear. I drew things cuz I saw them beautiful, and they only saw it as vulger, because they can't help but hyper s*xualize everything or assume it being so even with clear indications. Something that happened online too, tumblr nd tt, so it triggers me horribly

Something ace i also realised there's a word for (forgotten ittt ugh)— even though s*x and its mention is completely revolting to my person and I can have no relation to it. I can still enjoy it as a fictional concept, as entertainment, if u will, specially in a muse of two characters I enjoy. So drawing it is fun and exciting and enrichs my naughty side. Until I finish it and I never want to see it again cuz I'm not super good at it yet heh

In my mind, I can love and treasure who ever platonicly, and our bonds does not have to direct our paths in life. My romance is bromance, and meaning I will do everything to make my bestie happy, and my biggest wish is to live like tintin, in a mansion and everyone can be free to go on adventurous escapades, like getting coffee. ( i never done that, so

And this is something I wish to do with my siblings, if the stars were ever to align..

At least have Sherir with me.. puppets make me happy

#text #personal #vent

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My Friend,

Nobody ever asks the butcher why he’s covered in blood. It’s easy to explain away a splotch here or there as a remnant of the job. A splatter across the throat not washed away is, of course, just a mistake. He simply must have missed a spot when bathing, or brushed a dirty hand across his face. It’s blood from a pig or cow; the color is the same after all. How would someone know; who would question? There is no reason for anyone to wonder about a myth that couldn’t possibly exist. Who would ever guess that the butcher was a vampire?

It’s good for all of us honestly, that I do the job I do. The humans around me never fear me beyond their own proclivity to ignore someone who kills for a living. They may have issues making eye contact with me when I have a cleaver in hand, but it is easy to understand why the chopping of flesh and breaking of bone could be off-putting. I have a conscience myself, contrary to popular belief. No vampire has the excuse to call themselves a mindless killer. We’re no different from you. We used to be you. Saying a vampire has only a mindless drive to kill, or is a sociopath, is ridiculous. Vampirism is not an excuse for having a fetish for death and blood. Yes we eat you, drink you really, but that doesn’t mean we have to love what we do. I know I have always had trouble with who I am, with who I’ve killed. I was human once, not unlike you, my dear reader. My story is not quite so sad though. After all, time makes everything easier, even death.

Michal, my father, was a butcher before me, a man who immigrated to this country from Poland many years before I was born. He relocated to New England, where many other Polish men and families had settled. Michal Erzak was in and of himself an uninteresting man, and when he moved to Chicopee, Massachusetts in 1893, the factory town paid him no mind. He charged fair prices and was a good man, so it was no surprise that he soon found himself prepared to take a wife. My mother, on the other hand, was not a fan of my father, for no real reason other than he existed. Elise Brenah was a bit of a snob, you see.

Not unlike many young working class women of her time, my mother had a job in a local factory. It was hard work over long hours, but as she had no family of her own, and was working only to support herself. She was self-sufficient in every way a woman of her time could be, and because of that she felt she should have a choice in her own love life. Nowadays we may very well agree that everyone should have that choice, but at the time people were less accepting of a woman with no ties to a man, not even a brother or distant cousin. My father was traditional, my mother was not, and therein was their issue. Whenever my mother had enough money to buy fresh meat she would go to my father, and my father would flirt or give her extra portions for her attentions. She consistently gave him no such concessions. Eventually, however, their little arguments began to turn more charming, as their small town bred close contact. Soon enough, the very traits they once found detestable in each other were sweetened with time. Within a year Elise Brenah became Elise Erzlak, and I was born in 1896 in a small town in New England.

I was a child of my time, raised in expectations of a good Catholic boy and a citizen of the town. As I grew older, I went from the only child to the eldest son, the one who would inherit my father’s trade. Both of my younger sisters on the other hand, learned from our mother. They were strong girls and good workers. I imagine that if they were still alive today they would be able to do so much with the opportunities that would be available to them. But, as it was in 1915, everyday was the same for us. We woke up at dawn, my mother and sisters cooked breakfast, and my father and I prepared fresh cuts of meat for the customers that day. It was a simple life, monotonous and repeating, but fulfilling. Our family lived well in those years; that is of course, until the world began to change.

The United States was shifting. Immigrants were pouring into the country as factory and industry blossomed in the country. It was a time of great wealth for many, as the American Dream was high in everyone’s minds. My family, settled for more than 20 years in the area, soon found that our Americanization made us a prime example for the incoming immigrants. We were who they wanted to be. My father never struggled to pay for anything and my mother could stay out of work and in the latest fashions. It was during that year, when I was only 19 years old, that I began to become very close with another young man in the area.

He was an odd boy, only a year my senior, but he always seemed much older. Bogdan Slevchenko had, like my father, come to the United States, both for hope of a better life and to flee Austro-Hungarian rule. Bogdan himself hailed from modern day Ukraine and had left Europe just in time to beat the start of World War 1. He didn’t like to talk about it much, and I thought that perhaps he might have left family behind when he fled his home country. His eyes always drifted unfocused when I dared to bring up the topic. Nevertheless, we became good friends as he settled down near me, happy to work in the factories for his wages.

Our schedules were very much the same, though we worked such different jobs. Both of us woke at the crack of dawn to start our days and ended late into the evening. However, it was always at night when he came to visit me, and together, the two of us would drift across town, occasionally finding our way into bars. Bogdan and I had the most wild of nights together, drinking and singing, rehashing childhood mishaps and other such stories along the way. When the evenings ended though, Bogdan seemed to always drunkenly slip away with a young lady underarm, and tell me he would call upon me soon. I never seemed to have the luck he did, it was as if he could stare into a girl’s eyes and she would melt for him.

This is where my story truly begins. You see, I was young and wild, high on life and adventure, but I wanted more. Bogdan was a charmer, older than his years, and devilishly handsome. So, one night when he left me, escorting another girl away for the evening, I followed him out into the alley behind the bar. It was then that I saw the most horrific and yet beautiful sight of my life. There in that darkened alley, Bogdan held his mouth to the girl’s throat, drinking from it. I could see the blood trickling down his mouth and chin, but the girl looked so happy, blissful even. If I were not so sure of my own eyes gazing upon the wound in her throat, I would have thought they were just another young couple caught in the throes of passion. This was not passion like I had ever seen before.

I stared transfixed at the both of them, lost in panic and fascination. Then, almost as soon as it had begun, Bogdan finished drinking. He leaned down against the girl’s ear, whispered something to her, and let her walk off into the night as if nothing happened. “I was wondering when you would finally come out to see me, my dear friend,” he had laughed out, turning to me. “There is a gift I have been so desperately waiting to give you, and I hope you will appreciate it as much as I have.”

I don’t remember much after that moment, just glimpses of pain and flashes of light. All I know is that several days later I woke up thirstier than I had ever been before. The thought had barely crossed my mind when Bogdan reappeared. My senses had grown so heightened, that as soon as he entered the room, I smelled the prize he carried for me. That poor child he brought before me that day was the first person I ever killed. She had looked so sweet, so delicious; I couldn’t help myself. I had to take a bite.

You know, I’ve been taking little bites here and there ever since. Sometimes I even finish them off if I’ve gotten hungry enough. Usually; however, I can sustain myself on the blood of the animals I prepare, but I’m not always perfect. Each cut of meat I put for sale represents a meal for me. I am a butcher after all; it’s so easy to get the blood I need. And yet, it’s never quite enough. The blood of a cow or pig can only sustain me for so long. It does little to really slake my hunger, which is why I have become rather famous in this city. It’s hard having the fame that I do, knowing people are more wary of when I’ll strike next. Personally, I think that just makes it all more fun. If the police are trying to catch me, if everyone knows I exist then it only makes the hunt more thrilling.

Perhaps a vampire should fear the infamy, be wary of letting out our little secret, but I’ve never felt that way. I want people to know, I want them to guess. All the sweet, innocent humans walking home alone at night, clutching mace in fear I might show up simply adds to their flavor. Adrenalin pumping through their veins as I suck them dry is the tastiest of all. Some may call me crazy, wild, or a monster, but I’m simply a new predator, higher up on the food chain. I’m a butcher, you see, a man who prepares meat for a living. You just happen to be my new prey.

After all, The Butcher is an excellent name for a serial killer. You should know; you gave it to me so lovingly. Whenever you write your little newspaper, claiming to know me, to know my methods, you’ve never really known the truth. You made me famous, made me who I am. Everyone in this city, in the world even, who knows me, is all because of you. So thank you. Perhaps I should give you a gift in return. However, there is one more thing I must tell you before I go. Earlier, I mentioned that time makes everything easier, even death. What I should have said is that time makes everything easier, even killing. You’ll have to forgive me for such a dire mistake. I’m afraid it’s going to cost you your life.

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felizusnavidad · 4 months

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Ha! A nickname? Cute idea! From now on, I'll end my message with the daisy emoji since that's my middle name and use pops of green in the message.

It absolutely does feel good to be told that! Not to get too side-tracked, but I actually took a break last summer from the boutique because I got a job offer at a startup cosmetics store. I realized pretty quick that that industry wasn't for me lol. It's a great company and I love all the brands as well as products the company carries, though! When I broke the news to my parents, instead of being supportive and saying the things like you said, they just got onto me and was like "Do you even have a job lined up?" and "Why?" Another reason was my mental health was declining, which shocked me, and I now know that one reason was because we had to wear solid black. I love dressing up! Anyways, I swear they just made me feel bad about quitting, but I still did two weeks left because I wanted to (and did) end on good terms with my manager and the company. Irrelevant fun fact: She was actually my manager for this boutique at another location closer to my city in 2022 after I transferred there in March! All of that is a different story lol.

AANNYYWAYSSSS,

I called the manager I used to work with at this boutique in the city we both started in together in 2021, asking if she still needed an assistant manager, and she did, so I went back there in September last year. I love the company and everyone I've worked with from 2021 up to now, but, like I said, it's just boring for me (especially since because I love the arts and creativity) and there's not growth beyond assistant manager. I can become a manager, but there's no telling when that would be. And to be honest, I don't want to wait around any longer to find out. For good. Moving out will change my life and most definitely make me happier. I was on my own in college (I hated where I went!) for 4 years and I LOVED it. I loved and now miss being independent. I am both and introvert and extrovert lol. I want to have holiday parties at my own place!! I'm open to moving to a new city New York or Los Angeles, or even Paris or France (especially considering my bachelor's degree and now master's).

Once again, you're amazing, and thank you so much!! And yes, this will be our year!! I'll keep you posted!!

~🌼

great! so from now on i'll be using a special tag for your asks, so it's easier for you to find my answers (i'm not posting much these days anyway but still i like to keep things organized here 🤭). daisy anon it is! (cute btw!)

see, this is the thing about parents: i feel like they don't really care about your happiness as much as they do about you just doing things right... (not ALL parents, i'm sure some are actually supportive, but i get it cause my mom is the same kind of person lol). it may look like they are trying to force you to do all the things you don't want to do & they think they know exactly what is best for you, when in reality they know shit. i've always felt like the biggest failure because i refused to do exactly what my mom wanted for me (this is the main reason why i moved to the other side of the country lol). it's good that you tried something else tho, at least you know now that it's definitely not for you! but i suggest moving out as quickly as you can, you don't need anyone to tell you what to do, you have to decide for yourself.

like i said before, it's amazing that you want to aim higher. you know exactly what you want from life & you're working very hard to get it. also, i think maybe moving out to a different city would actually help you find a decent job? honestly, living in new york sounds like a dream... (i've never been there but i'm dying to go visit one day). paris on the other hand? one of the most beautiful places on earth. if i were you & i had this opportunity to move there, i wouldn't even have to think twice! like i said before, sometimes you have to take that risk. no one says it's gonna be easy, but damn it might be worth it, you'll never find out if you don't try!

& ngl, your stories are actually very inspiring for me & i started thinking about my life and what i can do to change it & just... simply find my happiness. much to think about.

#i don't know #there is something very therapeutic in it #knowing that we are all struggling with something but we are not alone #& we should constantly inspire each other to do better #idk #does it even make any sense? it does in my head #daisy anon #i saved every letter you wrote me*

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geo-winchester · 2 years

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Sweet Caroline

Summary: after years of not seen each other, Marc come back to your life, bringing all those memories you share.

A/N: hey everyone I hope your having a great weekend, I’m sorry for not being more active I have a lot of studying to do and I having troubles for finding inspirations, but I heard the song of 2002 with ed Sheeran and this start to pop in my head, also I know this supose to be for writer Wednesday so again I’m sorry, anyway I hope you like it, if anyone has a feedback or have a request please let me know!!

Moon knight Masterlist

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It’s been a while since you moved to the city, you were young when you decided to follow your dreams to be a theater singer. You start your way in one of those restaurants where you sing as you take orders. You like to say that you get your first role earlier than you had it, you have a bunch of horrible auditions, then you start as one of the actresses from the back and slowly you make your way until you have your first protagonic. If you were honest you didn’t think about the life in your hometown, but when you saw Marc waiting for you outside of the theater, you suddenly felt like that teenage girl.

-Hey stranger- you said with a smile.

-Hey, caroline- he said, making you scoff.

-Wow, it’s been a long time since i heard that nickname- you said -I miss it.

-I miss you too- he said, making you smile, you look around before you meet his eyes again -Do you want to go somewhere else? Of course if you don't have anything else to do.

-I’m free, come on I’ll take you to the best restaurant in the city- you said as you took his arm.

The walk to your destiny was quiet, none of you said much, just the typical questions about their lives, as the two of you walked side by side, you started to remember your childhood with Marc. You met hims when the two of you were kids, you used to play with him and his brother, you couldn’t count how many times your parents make him stayed at your house when his brother’s accident happened, as you grew up you become closer and closer, then you met Steven, your special friend as you like to call him, Marc was tough, but Steven was sweet and naive and you love the two of them. When you finally stop, Marc looks at you confused when he notices that you stop next to a hotdog car.

-This is it?- he asked you.

-Yes, don’t let this fool you, Mike sells the best hot dogs in the city- he smiled -don’t worry I wont tell Steven about this, beside you can’t leave the city without one of these, right mike- the men behind the car nod. After the two of you had your meal, you guided him to a nearby park. He smiled when he saw it -What?

-Now I get why this is your favorite spot- he said as he kept looking at the view -is full of life- he said, you nod, there were a bunch of people playing their instrument, a few meters from there were a bunch of people dancing.

-I come here every time things start to be messy or just to relax- he nods.

-It 's nice.

-So… should I make a scene? How many times have you come to the city and this is your first time visiting me?- he smiled.

-You’re wrong, this is my first time here.

-Really? How's that possible?

-Well, I spend a lot of time out of the country with my job- you raised an eyebrow.

-Did you enjoy it?

-Sometimes, it has its moments- you nod.

-Beside you got married… Thanks for the invitation.

-I didn't know if you wanted to come.

-How you don’t know that, you're my best friend, I loved to see you getting married.

-I’ll invite you to the next one- you look at him with sadness -it didn’t work out, we weren’t meant to be.

-Are you ok?

-Yes, I’m always fine when I’m around you- he said, making you blush.

-Come on, I have something to show you- you said as you got up from your seat.

Marc followed you to your apartment, it was a small place, you didn’t spend a lot of time there so you didn’t want to spend a lot of money on a big apartment. Marc waits for you in the living room as you go through your apartment as you look for something, after a few minutes, you finally come back with a box.

-Your dad sent me this a few months ago- you said as you opened the box, there were a bunch of photos, but Marc’s attention immediately went to some postcards and letters -I kept every postcard and letter that you sent.

-I never thank you…

-For what?- you asked.

-For keep sending the postcards for Steven.

-It was my pleasure, I like to talk to Steven, he’s cute.

-So you prefer him to be here?- he asked you, pretending to be mad, you couldn’t help but laugh.

-Oh my god, look at this- you said as you took one photograph, it shows the two of you when you were a couple of kids, you were dressed as a princess as he was dressed as frankenstein -I remember this, it was the first halloween we spent together.

-Look at this one- he said as he showed you a picture where you were a couple of teens.

-Anyone would say that you look like a badass but I remember you only sang I want it that way- you said and smiled.

-I don’t know what you are talking about.

-Ah, no?- you said, raising your eyebrow, before he could answer, you took your phone and suddenly that song started to play -You are my fire, the one desire, believe when I say…

-I want it that way- he sang with you making you laugh -and what about you? you keep singing all the songs of taylor swift- he took your phone from your hands and a song of taylor swift started to sound.

-It’s been ages since I heard that song- you said and start to sing -I was ridin’ shotgun with my hair undone, in the front seat of his car- he start to laugh and before you keep singing he took your hand and the two of you start to spin around as you dance, when the song was done the two of you fall in the couch as the two of you laugh, after a few seconds Marc look at you.

-I made a mistake all those years ago- he said.

-What are you talking about?- you asked him.

-I should have come with you when you asked me…

-Maybe it’s what it meant to be, that gave you your life, and for what you wrote on those letters, you have a good one- he nod as he thinks.

-I have to be honest with something- he said -I lied when I said that this is my first time here, but I was here before, actually a few months before my marriage ended- you look at him confused.

-Why didn't you tell me?- He scoffed.

-Because I was ashamed, we came to this show, the singer was amazing, beautiful and sang like hell… it was your show… after that Layla keep saying that I never look at her as I look at you, and she was right, I thought I love her but… I was still in love with my Caroline.

-You were?- he nodded -then why you never said anything? I was in love with you too…

-Because I was afraid of lose you, I thought that it wasn’t the moment for our love story and I hope it’s not too late- he said as he got close to kiss you but something in you make you lean back making him realize that you don’t want him to do it -I should go- he said and before you could say anything he was gone, he was waiting for the elevator when he hear you yelling his name.

-Marc wait- when he turned around, you kissed him, he kissed you back when he realized what was happening -I’m sorry…

-It’s ok- he said

-Listen, I have a rehearsal tomorrow, I finish at 6 if you want- he smiled when he notice you were trying to find the words

-I’ll be there at 6, with your favorite coffee- you smile and kiss him again.

-See you tomorrow, Taylor- he smiled.

-Bye, Caroline.

-Ok, I have to know, why Caroline?- you asked him.

-When I realized I was falling for you when you were on that talent show, you sang…

-Sweet Caroline- you said with a smile.

-It’s always been you- he wink at you -I hope that calling me Taylor has a good story- you got close.

-It was with that Taylor swift song that I fell for you again.

-Again?- he asked.

-Again- you said with a smile as he cut the space between the two of you and kissed you.

Xxxxxx

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emeto-secret-agent · 2 years

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Would you be willing to write a fic with a sick Celia?

Hi, hello, I just realized this could be just an ask and not a request, but either way, I wrote a sick Celia for you! So yes, I'm absolutely willing lol

Celia yawned as she sat down next to the prince’s bed and blinked a few times as she looked at him. Gosh, she was exhausted. If you’d have asked her when was the last time she had a full night’s sleep, she couldn’t even give you an answer. But not just her, all of the royal family’s maids were running on so low sleep, so Celia couldn’t complain about her own discomfort. Even if all of her body ached and she felt the tiredness’ cold rushing through her body.

Last week Florian’s younger sister just arrived back from a trip to a neighboring country, with the purpose of meeting with her soon-to-be fiancé. The princess was the castle’s little dear flower, every maid and servant loved her just as she was their own family so when she got back, everyone was waiting for her with bated breath. Were the people kind to her there? Did she like that foreign country? And has she found the young prince sweet and gentle enough for herself?

Luckily, everything went great for her and the princess was almost glowing with happiness when she arrived at the castle. Everyone sighed with relief and continued to celebrate the princess's return with a more at ease heart, who was smiling all night and playing with her new necklace. Although nobody was so relieved as her dear brother, the crown prince, Florian almost couldn’t hide the tears when he finally got to see his little sister once again. This earned him a few teasing remarks from his family, but nobody could blame him and that night was spent with celebration and happy laughter.

But soon the princess got sick. At first, they expected that maybe it had something to do with the food, but as everyone in the royal family started falling ill, it became clear that the young princess bought something with her besides the rich gifts. Nobody expected it to be this bad, so every maid was on duty 24/7 next to the sick royal family and the nobles but as time progressed, the bug hadn’t speared anyone and the weaker servant’s started falling out too. Celia now wasn’t just at Florian’s bedside all day and night, but when the prince finally fell asleep she had to hurry and help the others with their patients. She was one of the best nursing maids in the castle, of course, she had to help out where she could.

Celia wasn’t the person to get easily queasy, she couldn’t even be because of her job, but this much sickness in just a matter of a week was starting to get to her. She leaned back in her chair with a sigh as she rested her hand on top of her tummy. Finally, Florian was sleeping again and since nobody ran to her for help, she decided it was the perfect time for a little nap, and god, she did deserve it. All happiness to the princess and everything, but if she brings a stomach bug like this with her back ever again… No, she doesn’t even want to talk about it. She dealt with enough vomit for about a year. It was even taking her appetite away and even though Celia knew she should eat something, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Maybe after a little rest.

Sadly that rest never came, only did a loud gurgling and heavy feeling over her stomach. As much as the maid was on top of everything and always could notice if somebody was ill, somehow this talent of hers disappeared when the suffering person turned out to be herself. She couldn’t get sick that would be an absurd thing to do. Of course, the other girls who hadn’t taken care of anyone in their lives before would catch it, but not her. She still had to take care of Florian. So Celia just closed her eyes and tried to lure herself to sleep.

She even managed to fall into a weird kind of half dream, where she wasn’t actually awake but the tightness of her throat and the ache in her churning belly didn’t let her actually sleep. Red and black shapes danced in front of her eyes and though she didn’t understand why, Celia was about to give them a meaning when a sudden gag and splash of sickness dragged her back into the cold and dark reality. Mostly it was dark because the sun already set, and since nobody lit the candles only a hazy nightfall sat on the room. This was bad. Really bad.

Celia immediately know what was about to happen. How could she not, when her belly was gurgling so loudly that anyone could clearly hear it and her throat spammed full of bitter salvia which could only be forced back with a forceful swallow? The maid slammed a hand in front of her mouth but that didn’t stop the sour and sick smelling burp that irrupted from her. She was about to throw up and she was still in Florian’s room. In that Florian’s room who just woke up to the sounds of his maid gagging next to his bed. The prince was still disoriented from sleep but he sat up with a worrying look, trying to find Celia in the dusk.

‘Celia, what’s wrong?’

The maid shook her head, but this movement only just made her nausea skyrocket as she felt something starting to climb up in her throat. It was no use, she was about to puke.

‘I’m sorry Florian.’ could only blurt out Celia before jumping up and making a run for the toilet. If she has to throw up in the prince’s chamber better do it in his bathroom than on his bed.

The still sleepy Florian was left only in confusion as his maid took off, her hurried steps echoing in the room before the sound of gagging and liquid hitting liquid came from the bathroom. The prince exactly knew what this sound was, as he had to go through the same numerous times in the past week, and the thought that Celia was vomiting in the next room immediately woke him up.

‘Celia?’ called out the prince, but he got no answer other than coughing. It really didn’t sound good, so Florian not minding his own queasy belly got up and hurried to the bathroom after the maid.

Celia was kneeling before the toilet, holding into the wood chamber for her life as her body trembled with a cough. The chunky wave of puke got caught in her throat so she was trying to clear it up before she was bound to another round of vomiting. She didn’t even hear Florian getting into the room, only realizing the prince’s presence when he kneeled beside her with a sad and worried face. Celia’s already sick stomach jumped at the sight of the prince and she immediately felt the next portion of her lunch coming up.

‘I’m sorry…’ looked Celia at the prince before her cheeks puffed up and turned back to the toilet with a huge gush of vomit running past her lips.

‘It’s alright Celia, please don’t worry about it.’

What was the maid apologizing for, Florian couldn’t figure it out. Because she just got sick in front of him? Or because she called him Florian for the first time ever? Whatever was the reason, the prince didn’t want Celia to feel like he was mad at her. If anything, he was only feeling guilty as he looked at his heaving maid. She got sick because she was taking care of him all this time so in a sense, he was responsible for the girl’s poor situation and he was not about to abandon her in a state like this. Even if his own stomach churned looking at Celia spitting into the chamber, still not being well enough to endure it without a few suppressed burps.

‘Just let it out, you’re going to feel better after that.’

Celia almost squawked as she felt the prince’s hand on her back, slowly rubbing circles to comfort her. She looked at the mess in the toilet and burped, the vomit still sitting hot on her mouth and she felt a weird warmness rush over her as she recognized parts of her lunch in the vomit below her. Some of the puke got on the wooden toilet and the sour smell started filling up the bathroom and besides this, there was Florian next to her. Celia knew this strange feeling of pleasure mixed into the terrible feeling of vomiting every time she got sick, but this time it was so much more intense. The gentle touches of Florian on her skin and the worrying looks he gave her made her dizzy and her tummy churn even more. She couldn’t explain this sudden hotness all over herself, but it was a good feeling. It was a good feeling that Florian was with her. Even if it shouldn’t have ever happen…

‘Thank you Your Highness…’ Celia wiped the sweat from her face in her sleeves as she cleared her throat. The prince was a little disappointed that Celia haven’t called him Florian again, but he haven’t noted on it. ‘I’m… I’m sorry you had to see me… I’ll immediately take my leave and call another maid for you.’

Florian’s heart ached.

‘No, no, you can’t leave like this. You’re sick.’

Celia looked back at him with confusion and exhaustion in her eyes.

‘Yes, that’s exactly why I need to leave. You’re still not well enough yourself Your Highness.’

‘But I can’t let you leave like this.’

Celia wanted to argue back but a harsh cramp froze the words on her lips as she hunched over herself with one hand on her belly and the other pressed to her lips. Please, she doesn’t want to throw up again. Not in front of Florian. But as a gag lurched her body forward and the prince immediately grabbed her shoulders to help her stay upright, she was somehow glad her stomach was so cruel to her. As the next gush of vomit pressed into her palm, she had to pull her hand away and hold it in the air as she burped up more sick below. Her stomach was gurgling angrily and there were tears in her eyes, but Florian pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and started cleaning up Celia’s hand as the girl dry heaved a few more times.

‘Please look at me.’

Florian haven’t waited for an answer as he held a few fingers under Celia’s head and gently turned her face in his direction. Neither of them dared to breathe as the prince held the cloth to the maid’s face and wiped her mouth, cleaning up the stings of vomit and salvia dripping from her lips. Florian’s brows furrowed as he set the handkerchief down and then put a hand on Celia’s forehead while he rested the other on his.

‘You’re quite red and warm. I have to say I think you’re running a temperature.’

‘Yeah…’

Of course. That has to be the reason why all of her body felt like it was on fire when Florian was touching her ever so slightly. This is why he felt like dying while the prince rubbed her back as she vomited again and again. Suddenly she wished they could stay like this, even just a little bit longer. Luckily her wish came true as the prince tucked a stray lock of hair behind the maid’s ear.

‘Do you think you’re done?’

‘Not yet…’ shook Celia her head as the dizziness and nausea started to take control over her body. If only Florian wasn’t here, she wouldn’t lose her head like this…

‘Oh, alright. Just let it happen if you feel like you’re going to be sick.’

A small grin appeared in the corner of Celia’s mouth as she gazed into the drying mess.

‘That’s what I used to say to you…’

‘Yes, that’s right.’ chuckled the prince as gathered Celia’s hair in his hand and closed his eyes so he doesn’t need to lock at the vomit sitting in the chamber. It wouldn’t be too good if he started vomiting too. ‘But this time I’m taking care of you.’

Now Celia really felt like vomiting. The moment Florian’s fingers brushed against her neck a bleach left her mouth and she leaned forward. Her whole body rocked as she was waiting for the inevitable and high sounding gags left her mouth until a thin stream of hot puke rushed out of her. It was light brown and mostly liquid but was quickly followed by a much bigger and heavier gush that landed in the toilet with a disgusting splash. Celia harshly coughed and spat into the mess as Florian just patted her back and swallowed back his own sick. He remained strong for Celia but wished it’d be over soon.

They were in the bathroom for about ten more minutes but Celia haven’t thrown up again, only dry heaved and burped so Florian convinced her to leave for the bedroom. The maid was shaking so bad when they stand up that the prince was actually concerned she was going to pass out any moment, so he held Celia close to him and supported her until they reached the bed and helped her sit down.

‘I can’t stay here Your Highness…’

‘But you can’t go away. You’re too sick.’

‘But what if… What if somebody sees me in here…?’ Celia’s eyes were already closed and she was just swaying on the bed as a powerful storm was trying to blow her away, even though only Florian’s strong grip held her in place.

‘Nobody will.’ promised the prince. ‘I ordered that nobody's going to disturb me until tomorrow morning. Nobody’s going to come here, I promise.’

‘N-Nobody…?’

‘No.’

‘Then… Then alright…’

And with that Celia spread out on the blanket. It took Florian a huge amount of self-power to not burst out laughing loud but he managed to control his emotions as he helped the almost unconscious Celia under the covers and pulled it up to her chin as the girl grabbed into it with shaking fingers. After taking the bucket to the girl’s side the prince got in the bed too and smuggled as close to Celia as he dared without disturbing her. But the moving must have woken the girl up, because her eyes fluttered and suddenly she was tightly next to the prince, pushing her feverish head to his shoulder.

‘Florian…?’

His heartbeat skipped one beat.

‘Yes?’

‘Thank…you…’

And Celia was fast asleep again as Florian gently pulled her closer to his chest. Nobody will know about this and once the morning comes, they’re going to act like this never happened. But until then… Until then he’s going to let himself enjoy this a little longer.

‘You’re welcome.’ whispered Florian and burrowed his face into Celia’s hair.

#my oc #prince florian #celia #emeto #emetophilia #stomach flu #my beloved #word count 2501 #lol

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reikeip · 2 years

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Crossroad ♱ Crowd 4

Location: Downtown

Adonis: F–forgive me. I suppose I’m still getting used to this country’s norms.

Souma: Cheerily, thou wilt learn in time. I, too, can give thee advice, Adonis-dono.

Adonis: Sure. As long as it’s fine with you, I’d be happy to have a chance to get closer to you.

Souma: Content. And I would ask the same of you ♪

Adonis: Of course. This is the first time I’ve had an actual friend from another country.

Location: Underground Live House

Souma: Tut, the crowd is so great, I find it hard to breathe.

Adonis: Yeah, everyone’s going wild, like a riot. Be careful not to run into anyone and get hurt, umm… Kanzaki.

Souma: Ay. Moreover, is it related to this place? I’m rather unfamiliar with it; might there be a special event being hosted today?

Adonis: Yes. The senpais who have been taking care of me are putting on a show here.

I happened to overhear some details while I was having a lesson with them, and I got pretty interested.

I’d like to study it if I can so that I can use it as a reference for myself. I have to become a great idol.

Souma: I feel the same, Adonis-dono. Unfamiliar and uneasy with this life I may be, there is nevertheless a certain stimulation when one is exposed to a new culture.

Adonis: Fufu. I’m sorry I made you come with me, Kanzaki.

I can’t thank you enough for showing me around and giving me your autograph.

Souma: Good now, I have no business after school, so a performance does quite befit me.

Further… I see Hasumi-dono, a man I do love and respect, standing ‘pon that stage.

Ne’er before I did hear him sing. ‘Tis profoundly interesting.

His voice is clear and beautiful, with a strong core to’t. Ah, how pleasant to mine ear it be.

Keito: “♪ ~ ♪ ~ ♪”

Adonis: …It is hard to believe that voice is coming from that slender of a body.

Incredible. There are so many talented people here to look up to. I want to do whatever I can to catch up to them.

Souma: Ay, then shall we devote ourselves to it together.

Kaoru: Heyyy~ You guys, you can’t just walk on in. I need to see your tickets~ ♪

Adonis: Mm. I see, so we need tickets. Sorry, where would we buy them?

Kaoru: Uh… I should be jumping for joy about it, but we had such an unexpectedly high turnout that we actually sold out of tickets.

So instead, you can just pay the ticket price and fill out this form, and then you can go ahead and watch the show.

‘Kay, just put your name and address here. We also take drink orders~ Well, we only have three items on the menu, though ♪

Souma: …‘Tis thee.

Kaoru: Geh… Well, lookie here~ Where’ve I seen you before?

Souma: Thou, the man who did so disrespect me before! That I would meet thee here—Thou shalt become the rust upon my blade!

Kaoru: Wh—Hang on, chill out…! Please. If you go swinging a sword around in a crowd like this, you’re gonna cause a big accident~ I’m sorry about before, so forgive me, okay? ♪

Adonis: Yes, Kanzaki, calm down. We don’t want things to escalate and be kicked out. Besides, we’ll always reach an understanding if we talk things out instead instead, even if we come from different countries or speak different languages.

Kaoru: Yeah yeah, just like that! Nice going, big guy! Love will save the world~ ♪

Souma: Gh… I relent. I’ll pay the fee and must I write my name in thy registry, then so I shall.

Kaoru: Oh, I didn’t expect you to be so understanding. That helps things along~ ♪

Souma: I’ve not forgiven thy behavior prior. Watch thy back on a moonless night, thou louse.

Kaoru: Uwah, looks like I caught the eye of some weirdo~... If it was a girl, I’d welcome it with open arms, but since it’s a guy this event is a total letdown.

Chiaki: Exuse me. Hakaze, are you in some sort of trouble? I can mediate it, no problem!

Kaoru: Eh, you’re talking like we know each other, but… who are you again~?

Chiaki: I’m Morisawa, from the same class as you. Please remember. Well, you don’t come to school all that much, so I guess you not knowing is understandable.

Kaoru: Ah, now that you mention it, I think I remember seeing you around somewhere. If I’m not mistaken, you’re in Ryuuseitai…

You guys don’t have the best manners, so you take care. Tell your buddies to as well, okay?

If you guys get too out of hand, you’ll get banned from entering the venue.

Chiaki: Ugh… Sorry, I’ll let them know. I don’t think anyone would listen to what I say, though.

Kaoru: Hmm? Well, that’s fine, you should at least enjoy yourself since you paid the fee. Can I get you anything to drink?

My recommendation is the watered-down orange juice ♪

Chiaki: Hakaze, you work at this underground livehouse? I wouldn’t really know, but are you in need of money? You must be off pretty bad…

Alright, I’ll order a whole bunch of drinks!

Kaoru: Urm. I think something isn’t clicking here… or rather, we’re on totally different pages here.

You seem like an earnest, good boy, Morisawa-kun~ So why are you a part of the infamous Ryuuseitai?

Chiaki: Despite the current status quo, we’re defenders of justice, that’s what the group stands for…

I want to see it live up to its name, so I’m going to reform it from within so it becomes that ideal group.

But, it’s really hard to change anything.

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Collaboration with: ciel

#reikeiptls #adonis otogari #souma kanzaki #kaoru hakaze #chiaki morisawa

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rockynfriends · 2 years

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Hey everyone,

Mod Cleo here, and I’ve come to make an announcement.

No, not that one.

Rockynfriends started as “dailyrocketchu” back on June 2nd, 2017. At the time, I was friends with someone on Tumblr who ran a Mewtwo blog. I was running a whole Mario fanfic site at the time, so I’d created a Tumblr account and I reached out to them to see if they wanted to collaborate. They told me that I should try my hand at Pokemon blogging. I replied that I didn’t really know how to draw, and would not feel qualified to run an ask blog. They replied that I should give it a whack, and that I’d figure out what I wanted to do along the way.

I was studying cinematography and filmmaking then, so I was used to having a camera. I realized I needed a character who would be capable of multiple expressions, without me having to draw all of them. I searched my brain for Pokemon that had been represented in a physical form many times so that I’d be able to take advantage of those expressions, and of course, settled on Pikachu, the ubiquitous Pokemon mascot. Plushie acquired, character design figured.

But how to make him unique?

It’s hard to believe, but at the time I really didn’t know anyone had created Team Rocket Pikachu OCs. I wasn’t a part of fandom culture growing up due to living in a fairly conservative household and really only having one pop culture passion. So I thought I was doing something unique-ish by introducing Rocky, a Pikachu in Team Rocket who I planned to portray as a bumbling goofball villain, utterly failing at actual mischief.

That lasted two weeks, before @sometimesampharos, in conjunction with @adventuresquadharmony, made me realize that Rocky really shone when he was a clueless sweetheart, rather than an ill-meaning comedic relief.

I taught myself more editing and photography techniques, interacting with other blogs and inviting asks. My first photos were done on a flip phone because yes, I really WAS that behind the times. I was always limited by the fact I couldn’t draw other folks’ PokeOCs, and I do think that this probably meant some blogs ignored Rocky, but at the same time he managed to develop some close friends, and as he became closer to characters, I began to befriend their mods. Cynthia and Cassiopeia joined the team, and they helped round out his personality with their own unique attributes. I had a small cast of developing characters and the beginnings of a story.

One day, after a particularly discouraging interaction where I was dismissed for my lack of illustrative capacity, I received a contact from @duskffyart. They wanted to collaborate. I couldn’t believe my luck, and frankly, I still can’t. I not only found someone who could illustrate the emotions and situations I had imagined, but who could temper my wackier ideas and introduce ideas of their own. Rocky became more fleshed out still, and gained a little brother, as his friends became his family. All the while the Pokeblog community continued to evolve (ha) and while some blogs went away, others remained, and still others befriended Rocky all over again. We wrote a long, complex narrative, and eventually did a reboot that, in retrospect, signaled the beginning of the end, though we didn’t know it yet.

A lot happened in my life since Rocky became a part of it. I’ve found out I’m actually a woman. I’ve traveled to several countries, found a new career, lost friends, gained friends. I’ve started a Twitch channel, bought a house and a car, and finished college with flying colors. I lost my dad to a heart attack, underwent betrayal from people with religious affiliations, grappled with the effects of a pandemic that’s STILL ongoing, struggled with self-loathing and insecurity, and more than once, wondered if my life was really doing any good for anyone.

If you told me when I started this blog what life had in store, I would not have believed you. But Rocky, Cass, Cynthia, and Riley have all, in some measure, been there for me through all of it. They mean a lot to me, but lately I’ve felt that I’m going through the motions.

That’s not because of metrics, by the way. Rocky never broke 750 followers at any point. I’m told that’s a small audience -- and yet some of the kindness that it showed to me is impossible to forget. No, my exhaustion comes down to the fact that the story has been mostly written, but thanks to circumstances beyond anyone’s control, life has not allowed us to execute on it.

If Rocky and his family did anything for anyone reading this, I hope it was good. In a way, we’re one of the last ‘old guard’ Pokemon blogs, and I realize that shutting off means we’re one page closer to the end of a whole chapter in this community.

It’s been a serious privilege to do this. I don’t discount for a moment the absolute joy I’ve felt at times working on this, and my co-mod is a delight to work with. I look forward to continuing our collaboration on other things.

I’m also not saying that the gang will never come back...but if they do, it’s unlikely to be on this blog. I think they’d deserve a fresh place to begin.

The goal was always to make people smile. If you’re reading this, thanks for making it to the end. I know I get verbose. No words are going to be enough to really say how much this all means to me, and it’s not easy admitting I need to move on. But I hope to look back on this fondly as the longest continuing project, besides my self, of course, that I’ve ever worked on, and I hope that, even if it was just for a few seconds every couple of days, that we brought a little extra light into your life.

Take care, everyone!

#pokemon #rocky #cynthia #cassiopeia #riley #long post

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mystical-flute · 2 years

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Kiss Me In The Pouring Rain: An Uncharted Waters one-shot

Written for Yu-Gi-Oh United's Kisstober Event.

Prompt: Week 2 (9th - 15th): Hot or Cold? Sun / Rain / Snow

Autumn has come to Domino, the chill ushering in beautiful scenery and cold rainstorms.

There was a nip in the air, and leaves were beginning to change from green to yellow and red, and excitement began to buzz in the air at the upcoming holidays.

Reika too could feel the excitement as she stepped out of the game shop and felt the breeze blow through her hair, taking a deep breath and filling her lungs with the chilly air and smiling. This time of year had always been her favorite, where she could curl up with a book while wearing a cozy sweater, or drinking a hot beverage and feeling the warmth flood her chilled bones.

“You’re certainly in a good mood,” Seto grumbled as she hopped in the passenger’s seat of his car after tossing her duffel bag in the back. “Did something happen?”

“Nothing at all. Am I not allowed to enjoy this cool weather after the heatwave we’ve had?” she questioned with a brow.

He said nothing, but his face was curled down into a frown as they pulled into the busy downtown traffic. With her car in the shop, taking the train was normally the fastest way to get over to Seto’s area of the city, but for some reason, he’d been insisting on picking her up on his own lately. Not that she cared, being able to spend time with him alone was always welcome when he had two younger brothers still living at home.

“There’s going to be a gala on Saturday, at the mansion,” Seto said, breaking the silence that had fallen over the car. “A fundraiser for the orphanage.”

Ah, there it was. Now she understood his sour disposition, and with it being early October, his birth month, he must have had a lot on his mind. Not that she would ever get the full story from him.

“So then am I to assume Roland will be dragged out shopping with me for a dress?”

“Unless your mother is free to take you, yes, that is a safe assumption.”

To save what little sanity Roland must have had left, Reika sent a quick text to her mother asking to go shopping. It had been a while since they’d been able to have a mother-daughter day out anyway.

She glanced out at the window at the country road leading to the manor, the tops of the trees red with changing leaves. “I’ve always loved how this area looks this time of year. Like something out of a nature book…” she hummed.

“It’s the circle of life,” Seto deadpanned, eyes not leaving the road as they pulled into the winding driveway, already full of vans from caterers, decorators, and sound technicians. Anyone that had looked like they were taking a break immediately jumped to their feet and rushed into vans, pulling out tables and equipment as Seto parked his car.

When she stepped out, she gave everyone a kind smile as they bowed before Seto, his hand holding hers and guiding her through the chaos into the manor.

Inside, the decorators had transformed the first floor into a wonderland of autumn, with warm lighting strung up above her head and along the banisters of the grand staircase, covered with fake leaves to hide the wiring. On the doors to the ballroom hung two giant autumn-colored leaves, a greeting to those who would be entering.

“Mr. Kaiba, what do you think so far? We’ve done it to your specifications,” the head decorator said, her eyes twitching with restrained nerves.

“It’s fine,” Seto humphed, turning in the direction of his downstairs office.

“It’s beautiful,” Reika added quickly. “As always, you’ve done a wonderful job. I’m sure the guests will love it.”

“Thank you, Reika. You’re always so helpful.” The decorator left something unsaid that Reika chose to politely ignore. “Alright you four! We’re heading inside to decorate!” The order was barked in the direction of four very nervous people, all of whom looked like they’d only just graduated from high school, and they jumped to attention, rushing inside behind their boss.

Reika could only shake her head. Sometimes, the world could be so blind as to how much they acted just like the very man they feared.

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Seto Kaiba was a master of many things. He could create things others could only dream of, he could do things people would never dare, and he was bringing Domino - if not the world - into a new technological renaissance.

One thing Seto Kaiba could not do, however, was control the weather.

The night had started smoothly, the richest people from all over Japan who liked to pretend to care about philanthropy had gathered at Kaiba Manor for dancing, drinks, appetizers, and the chance to flaunt the ridiculous amounts of they they had by outbidding each other in the silent auction that had been set up outside on the lavish outdoor patio.

Clouds had begun to move in as the night wore on, but no one thought anything of it until the first few drops hit and the ultra-wealthy began to flee indoors in a panic, as if they might melt if they dared to get their outfits wet.

Reika, meanwhile, rushed to help the Kaiba employees who had been left to cover the silent auction tables before everything got ruined, dragging them under tarps or over to the covered veranda.

The small adrenaline spike had her laughing and tilting her head back to let the rain land on her face. It would melt her perfectly-done makeup and frizz her perfectly-set hair, but she didn’t mind in the slightest.

“Reika!” she heard Seto call, safe and covered. “Come inside!”

She moved to just beyond the safety of the veranda’s roof before the sound of the small orchestra met her ears. “Come dance with me.”

“Absolutely not. We still have to announce the auction winners. We don’t have time for - ”

“Then kiss me.”

“You are going to be the death of me,” Seto groaned, but he did as she requested, leaning halfway into the rain and pressing his lips against hers, making her head spin, and, when she was distracted, lifting her off the ground and pulling her so she was out of the rain.

She huffed as she pulled away, cheeks pink.

“Satisfied?” he questioned with a smirk, lips dotted with her smeared red lipstick.

“Hmm. For now,” she replied, mirroring his smirk and following him back inside the manor, away from the cold, October rain.

In the early morning hours after the gala had ended and the staff dismissed for the evening, she and Seto lay together in Seto’s massive bed. Her head was against his chest, the room mostly quiet minus the grumble from him about how the gala and auction had gone, with the occasional hums of agreement from her.

The rain, now a thunderstorm, pounded against the windows, and lightning lit up the skies, and when the room lit up, she leaned up for a sleepy kiss from the grumpy CEO beneath her.

As his arms encircled her, she closed her eyes, allowing the feeling of warmth and safety to wash over her.

#yugioh #fanfiction #uncharted waters #seto kaiba #female oc #seto kaiba x oc

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kingdomofgratia · 1 year

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15 questions, 15 mutuals. thanks @toro-y-noir~

1. Are you named after anyone?

My birth name was something my mother had written in her bible since before I was even a consideration, that's all I know? Could be yes could be no. Was taught early not to ask questions at home~

My current name was sort of given to me by my characters back when we used to talk far more than we do now, so no there too.

Wait does taking my partner's family name count???

2. When was the last time you cried?

Couple months ago when I stumbled across a song that showed me a certain character's death scene and their partner's emotions overtook me.

3. Do you have any kids?

Nope!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

No. Absolutely not. Why would I ever use such a crass form of communication???

(yes)

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I honestly have no idea. Being autistic and all, I pick up on A Lot, Very Quickly. Whether I'm conscious of what I've picked up on before it becomes Relevant is another story.

6. Eye colour?

Dark brown <3.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies can't have happy endings?

8. Any special talents?

Writing? Patterns. Predicting things based on observed patterns (and not being believed until they come to pass)? Hyperfocusing.

9. Where were you born?

New York.

10. What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, gaming, competitive cycling.

11. Have you any pets?

No, but I want so many. Snakes, birds, so on.

12. What sports do you/have you play(ed)?

A surprising number, considering I was Very Large up until I moved to Japan after Uni. (Then again, I was forced to during my youth, as though making me do something I hated and felt terrible would magically make me healthier somehow~)

Baseball, soccer, wrestling, cross country (distance running), track and field (discus, shot put, 50m), volleyball, tennis, rugby, road cycling.

I actually got into cycling thanks to a family bike shop in Japan not treating me like a gross tub of lard and inviting me to join their local club and ride with them on weekends after I went to them for a bike that would actually support my weight. Turned out I liked it so much (and had enough talent in it) that I ended up losing about 50kg and going semi-pro.

13. How tall are you?

6'0" / 182cm

14. Favourite subject in school?

Science, music/band (never learned to read music, learned all my parts by ear :3c ), math (when I wasn't forced to "show your work")

15. Dream job?

Author, professional cyclist, teacher for special needs children with adequate resources to properly support them.

Or, none. Because "work" in the capitalism sense doesn't make sense to me and always becomes a struggle to perform eventually no matter how much I "enjoy" it because brain no get why do the thing for to live when there are plenty of resources for everyone to comfortably not do the thing and thrive.

Tags – You. Yes, you. No, not them, you~ <3

#me #sorry I took so long #finally logged in to a computer #wayyy too much effort to copypaste and do on a phone

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grinnis · 5 months

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I shaved my legs on the 30th, in anticipation for New Year's eve

I planned to wear this cute black velvet dress that I didn't get to wear last NYE, with black semi-sheer tights - leg hair would've sticked through them.

I planned how I'll do my hair; up in a black claw clip with the ends sticking up and pointing everywhere. The dress had a high neckline, styling my hair up looked best after some experimenting.

And I planned to do my makeup like I do every day, it always makes me feel pretty

I had planned this all out in November, I'd take the outift out and try it on every now and then because I loved the way it made me feel. There's not many special occasions in the year that lets me get properly dressed up.

On the 31st, I woke up early in the morning but decided to continue sleep, to reserve energy for the night

It was late in the evening when I realized I wasn't invited

I was used to my friend group making concrete plans only a few hours before a party. Yes, I had asked around what everyone was planning days before, and if there was going to be a party. Responses were "don't know" or just no answer, so I figured to wait until last minute, just like last year, and the year before that. The when and where always arrived

But I watched everyone's snapchat stories of celebration and having the time of their lives while I laid in bed, quite literally crying all night.

I broke the tradition of going outside in the freezing cold to look at the neighbors' fireworks with my mom because we could never afford our own

At midnight I didn't feel like putting the candles ontop of my birthday cake. We had gone through every store to find the same ones I had as a kid.

I had the shittiest night of the year, to really top off these past few months; which were, also, the shittiest of my entire life.

My long distance friends consoled me to the best of their abilities; I value them so much I wish I didn't burden them with this.

After the night that was supposed to be the year's happiest - turned into the most pathetic - it was time for my birthday!

January first.

Nobody's ever thrown me birthday parties, it was rare for me to even get a gift; it was a school holiday when I was younger and nobody remembered afterwards, and in my adult life everyone took the day recovering from NYE. So I was used to it being a mellow day. I'd eat some cake I got for myself and maybe buy something nice, spend the day with my cat.

My long distance friends congratulated me the MINUTE it turned to the 1st even with our timezone differences. Bless them for checking when it was midnight in my country. I wish I lived closer to them, so we could see eachother in person.

But we don't, so I have "real life" friends as well. Except those friends didn't congratulate me, even if we've known for years, even if I always congratulate them, even if snapchat announces birthdays, even if it's quite literally the easiest date to remember.

Dreadfully petty of me to be angry over that, but it genuinely was the last straw. I felt pathetic. I felt like a kid again, never being invited places, being picked last in PE, being friendly with everyone but at the end of the day never being anyone's friend to see after school, always being the last choice.

So I cried. Again.

And I feel like crying typing this out days later.

My mom is pissed at them. She's given them a lot of things and done countless favours for them.

I feel guilt over ruining her relationship with them, though.

Even if it wasn't intentional.

Now the dry skin on my legs itches and burns unbearably with the prickly new hair growth.

I wish I could tear it off.

#dear diary #diary #diary entry #vent post #vent #alone with my thoughts #fuck them #new year new me #can't believe i cared

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j-graysonlibrary · 6 months

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The Xiang Chronicles: Book Four Chapter 40

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Four

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 118k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: In order to save the world from the continuous subjugation and potential annihilation at the hands of Tiandi, hard lines must be drawn. The Great Spirits that were imprisoned ages ago must be unsealed and awakened, no matter the consequences.

The players are divided—those who stand blindly with Tiandi, such as Xiang Merra and her disciples versus those who want to tear the system down and give the power back to the people. Even a few of the most religious Lords change their minds when they learn the truth of the world—that Tiandi is no more than a dictator with no love in his heart.

It is up to the last, real Xiang and the ill-fated Chaaya to put everything they have into tearing God from his throne and creating new possibilities for the future.

Full chapter 40 under the cut

Chapter IL:

Kira watched as Raine and Devi spoke with the King of Kyrie about his role tomorrow. They were among the last to leave and Kira suspected it was because King Raime wanted Raine to go back to Castelle with him. He was his favorite soldier, after all, and many of the others were lying in wait in their respective homes.

Devi had nothing to add to the matter, she simply glanced between the two Kyrie men, waiting for her signal to open a portal.

“There are some strategies we could fine tune,” the King insisted with a wide smile. He pushed his chest out, at least showing an assuring amount of bravado for the night before an important battle.

“That level of planning will not do us much good when we do not know how the enemy will react to us,” Raine countered, “Being over prepared for manufactured scenarios could end up harming us, not helping.”

“Then we could simply discuss matters about the post battle,” he continued, not dropping his smile, “What our country will do under our newly earned freedom—how we will interact with and live in peace by our neighbors.”

Raine returned his smile, briefly, but shook his head. “I…I have to stay here tonight. There are people I want to be with.”

His King’s eyes drifted to the side, as if pulled by some invisible force, and they landed on Kira. “Is it him, Raine?”

Raine’s gut twisted and he immediately feared the repercussions of affirming the King’s suspicion. But then he stopped worrying and looked at the matter pragmatically—his initial feelings were just a reaction, one taught to him through his entire life.

King Raime might have been devoted to Tiandi and his teachings at some point—quite recently in fact—but his presence here, in Shakti’s caves, and with a Great Spirit attached to him was proof enough of his evolved position. Not only that but Raine knew that his King was aware of Sampra and Ryu’s relationship yet kept them in the high court.

Even if none of that were true and Raine’s job and reputation were at stake, he made the decision that he cared not for the consequences. Pangu did not care and proudly announced who he was. Kira certainly did not care either.

So, why should he?

He had already told his family anyway. Telling anyone—telling everyone—could become easy with practice and he could start now, he figured.

Raine nodded and glanced to the side, where Kira was leaning against the wall, appearing bored. “Yes,” he answered finally, “Yes, it is him.”

His King clapped him on the shoulder with a quiet, “Have a good night, Raine,” and then left through the portal with Devi.

Sometime in the morning, Raine would be taken to him and his army but, for the time being, he wanted to milk every moment with Kira that he could.

“Was he trying to take you with him?” his partner asked as soon as he walked up to him.

Raine chuckled. “Yes.”

Kira smirked. “Thanks for picking me.”

“Always.”

The smile, as crooked and haphazard as it was, dropped from Kira’s lips. He still tried to grin but it was as if his face was fighting him for dominance. Eventually, he just settled into the more somber expression that his body wanted from him.

“You okay?” Raine asked, wondering if they should head back to their room already.

Kira nodded, barely, and wanted to reach out and hold onto him but knew that, if he did, he might end up crying. That was the last thing he wanted while they were still in front of everyone—whether they were being looked at or not.

“Do you…do you want to tell everyone?” Raine’s voice dropped to a whisper.

His meaning was clear and it brought a frustrating heat to his eyes. Kira shook his head. “No,” he whispered. “I…Pangu and I spoke about it the other day and we both think it is best, for morale, to save it for another time. After the battle.”

“I understand but…” When he trailed off, Raine gulped and forced himself to continue, “What if some of the rest of us do not make it back?”

That had been a point of discussion with Pangu as well as with Viren. Kira’s mind drifted back to that conversation but he could not allow himself to think about it, in full, at the moment. Not in front of Raine. “I know it is not fair,” he said, “but it is what was decided on.”

“So Pangu knows then?”

“Yes.”

“And that does not lower his morale?”

Kira sighed. “I think, like me, he has known for a long time.” It was true and was certainly something Pangu had told him but there were other reasons the Xiang was not about to be distracted by his fast approaching death. Reasons he could not share with Raine.

His partner frowned but then leaned down to rest his forehead against his. “A lot is going to change after tomorrow. I am nervous but, I want to see the future with you…just for a little while—while we can.”

“I do too,” Kira responded, being wholly honest. He met Raine in a kiss and held him in the embrace for as long as he could get away with.

He really did wish he could see the new world with him.

***

The Mistresses returned in the morning—firstly to say their goodbyes to Shakti, even if their mother could continue communicating with them through her mind, and secondly, to escort everyone to their positions. Parvati realized she had no one to take back with her since both Heidi and Kaz were moving out with the Ultimos group but then Ziyi volunteered to go.

He wanted to stay away from the direct action anyway so joining with Sunny’s army would give him the cover he needed.

But, before he left, he sat down with Browly and spoke in a muffled, quiet voice. Chandes joined him and though the necromancer braced for a kick, the Mistress did not deliver. She just squatted next to him and petted the dog on his head, offering a brief smile before standing back up and returning to her position with Kali.

Raine walked over to Devi after sharing a long kiss with Kira—neither really wanting to let go. His heart thundered in his chest and he continued to look back over, fighting with the urge to just run to Kira’s side and hold onto him.

Heidi hugged her brother before standing by Ashoka and Oli. She then watched the goodbye between Pangu and his partners, expecting it to be a prolonged, painful affair.

He kissed each of them, Baiya, Viren, and then Kaz and the four had their hands clasped together between them. “Fight hard,” Pangu told them, “Kira and I will do everything we can on our side.”

“And we will give you the time to do it,” Baiya responded.

“Plus, we are taking down those Princes,” Kaz added.

Viren met Pangu’s eyes and said, “Everything will turn out well. I love you, Pangu.”

A small chorus of “I love you”s were exchanged and Pangu gave each of them another kiss, those shorter, and then released their hands. His fingers held on, or tried to, as more and more distance was added between them and, eventually, the warmth of their skin left him. He pulled his hand back and curled his fingers into a fist, resetting his mind to focus on what was most important.

When the room cleared out, it was only Kira, Pangu, Shakti, and the dog. Browly, as opposed to seeking out affection from either Xiang or Chaaya, scampered over to Shakti and curled up beside her feet.

“So the time is finally here,” she spoke, not sounding enthused in the slightest.

“We will destroy Tiandi’s system,” Pangu promised, “And you will be free to return to your old life or to live as you please.”

“When this is all over, would you still want to be called Shakti or go back to being Am’ma?” Kira asked as his lips turned up, to one side.

Shakti hummed, the vibration of it filling the caverns, “I do not know…”

“Well, think on it. Pangu and I have one more thing to do before we head out.” Kira glanced back to Pangu and he nodded.

It was nothing exceptionally exciting but it was necessary. Pangu did the writing since his script was easier to read than Kira’s and he jotted down both of their points as accurately and concisely as possible. They read it over—a few times—and then left it on one of the taller, flatter stones.

Pangu looked at the pages and he reached to the back of his head, pulling out the clasp that kept his hair up. Everything fell loose, around his shoulders, but he set the hair clasp on the surface as well, beside the note. “I should have given this back to Heidi last night…”

“She would have been suspicious,” Kira countered before shuffling around in his robes for a second. He retrieved a small dagger and set it over the page as well.

And, with that, they were ready to go.

Kira brought them to Tian-Badou temple, in the main area where half of the roof stood but the other half of the room was bathed in light. Both he and Pangu shielded their eyes, adjusting to the brightness for a moment.

As they waited to get used to being outside again, Kira asked, “So, did you tell any of them? Aside from Viren, of course?”

Pangu frowned and looked down, still keeping a hand over his brow for shade. “No. I…I knew there was no possibility where I told Baiya and Kaz and they still performed at their best today.” He then glanced to Kira, able to make out his figure though it was blurry. “You told Raine though, didn’t you?”

“…Yes.” Kira sighed. “I could not keep it from him. I don’t know how you managed.”

It was not as if Pangu did not want to tell them. More than anything, he wished he could have shared his and Kira’s plans with his lovers and been held as if it were the last time it would be possible—to be loved as much as he could be within the allotted time.

“If I let myself be swayed by the feelings of just a few people, I might lose focus on the end goal which involves the world. I know it is not fair or even nice but…I cannot lose sight of what I have to do.” Pangu gulped and, for a second, his eyes felt hot. “I do wish I could take a moment and mourn the losses…I wish I could do a lot of things.”

Kira frowned and then grabbed his hand. “It isn’t fair, you are right, but it isn’t just unfair to them—it’s unfair to you.” He squeezed. “But, at least we are together, yeah? I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else.”

Pangu nodded and a smile tried to make its way onto his face. “I wouldn’t either.”

He took them into the spirit realm, knowing they would find Badou on the other side. The back of his white robes greeted them and, though they made no sound upon their entrance, he still felt their presence and turned to look.

“Oh, it is you two again. …Just you two?”

“Yes,” Pangu answered and, finally, released Kira’s hand. “I have an important question, Badou.”

The almost-Prince nodded, giving him silent permission to continue.

“Are you sure—certain—you have no Tian aspect attached to you?”

“Pretty sure.” He chucked, breathless. “Why? Do you need one?”

“No, the opposite,” Kira answered.

When Badou gave them a confused look, Pangu clarified, “We are here to end Tiandi. If you want to help, feel free, we just need to be sure you were not hiding any left-overs.”

“Oh…” the old spirit blinked and recoiled slightly, “You are really going to try this, huh? I have never seen anyone even attempt it…but if you are serious, I would help if I could.”

“Well then,” Pangu sighed, releasing the last of his tension before leading the way out of the old temple and into the wilds of the spirit world.

Past the courtyard, there were open fields rather than the ocean that existed in the mortal realm. The lilac sky overhead was clear at first but, the second Pangu dropped the shield around himself and Kira, clouds began rushing forward, filling the sky with dark, ominous color. Lightning flashed in the swirling wall, threatening and hissing, and then the clouds parted to reveal the face that, still, haunted many of Pangu’s dreams.

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