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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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peaches & cream || soft!dark Jake Wyler x reader

for @stargazingfangirl18's 5k challenge! I used the prompt, "the town golden boy isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks."

word count: 3.6k

warnings: smut (noncon), stalking/obsession, some degradation/negging (but lots of praise during the actual smut), kinda yandere vibes?, touch of breeding kink at the end, definitely flirting with the boundary between soft!dark and regular dark but I like to think it’s a fine line

“Sorry, but that’s a seasonal flavor,” the girl at the counter explained in a snarky monotone.

“Well, yeah, but isn’t it still… the season?” you pressed; normally you weren’t the sort of person to argue with a cashier over a milkshake, but the look she was giving you made you feel like she was holding out on you— especially when the promotional poster for the very thing you were trying to order was just behind her head, and said the flavor was available for two more days.

“We’re out,” she answered firmly, but then her face suddenly shifted to a much more pleasant expression as you heard the chime of the front door opening behind you.

You felt his body hovering behind yours just as his hand laid on the counter beside you, caging you in. It was even more unsettling with the context that there was a whole line of people waiting behind you already.

“I’ll get your usual,” the girl promised to the man beside with a flirtatious smile as she disappeared to the back, returning almost instantly with a shake in her extended hand. “Peaches and cream milkshake— extra whipped cream, no cherry. Enjoy!”

Your eyes widened at the reading of your own order. “I thought you were out!” you protested, going completely ignored.

"If you were my girl, this sort of thing wouldn't need to happen."

You recoiled from Jake's voice in your ear, and he smiled in spite of your snarl, bringing the straw to his lips slowly. With a shudder you walked away, deciding it was probably better to forgo a milkshake anyways— especially if it was a chance to avoid everyone’s favorite senior, the football king who basically owned the whole town for no other reason than being good-looking, athletic, and allegedly “charming” or whatever.

Of course, he followed you, sitting across from you in a booth and silently shooing his posse of fellow teammates to go off and give you two some space. If only he would give you space.

“We can share,” he offered as he held the milkshake out towards you. “I know it’s your favorite… it’s mine too.”

“I’ve lost my appetite,” you explained quickly as you pulled a book out of your backpack, intent on ignoring him since you couldn’t physically force him to leave.

He shrugged and returned to sucking on the straw, watching you unwaveringly as you tried to read your book— staring at the page was going well, but you couldn’t seem to actually get any words down. Had you forgotten English as a written language or something?

“Could you leave?” you finally asked as you groaned and looked up from your book. “You’re distracting me.”

“I’m literally just sitting here,” he reminded you.

“And it’s distracting!”

He smirked proudly. “My presence tends to have that effect on people. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You rolled your eyes, burying your face back in your book. “You know, you may have everybody else fooled, but someday you’re gonna have to leave this pathetic little town and go into the real world where throwing a ball isn’t a career and nobody fawns over you just because you have the audacity to be attractive.”

He chuckled lightly. “Right, because you have those big city dreams of yours, but believe it or not some of us like this ‘pathetic’ little town.”

“Well, of course you would,” you snorted. “Your dad’s the mayor and your girlfriend’s the head cheerleader.”

“My ex-girlfriend,” he corrected, finally getting your attention enough to make you shut your book.

“What?” you blurted out.

“Yeah, she dumped me,” he explained plainly.

“Why would she do that?” you asked, making him look much too proud of himself again. “Finally snapped out of the brainwashing, huh?” you added, effectively killing his smug expression.

“I guess you could say that. She met some college guy from out of town… I think her parents liked me too much, she needed a bit more rebellion.”

“Well, my condolences to you,” you smiled, “and my congratulations to her.”

“I thought you hated her,” he scoffed.

“Well, now she and I have something in common: a complete lack of interest in you!”

“I mean, I wouldn’t go that far,” he smirked, “she still comes over every now and again to suck my cock.”

You choked on nothing, face getting warm at his crude language. He didn’t talk like that with anyone else; it was so cruel the way he kept everybody in town under his spell except you, the way he let you in on his real darkness with no one else to confide in or believe you.

It was so fundamentally lonely, being the one person who wasn’t in love with Jake Wyler. It was even worse being the one person Jake Wyler loved.

At least, that was the word he used multiple times in his semi-anonymous letters, his incessant calls and emails, his speeches outside your window. He’d actually cooled off lately, you wondered if maybe he had finally let go of this ‘the one thing I can’t have’ obsession and learned to appreciate his girlfriend (who, for all her personality flaws, was objectively gorgeous, and seemed to at least be nice to him if nobody else).

But now that she left him (which you were still trying to process, honestly), you were surprised he hadn’t already moved on to the next best wannabe model and/or reinstated his campaign to win you over.

Then again, the look in his eye kind of made you think you were about to witness the second one.

“You know, when she does come over, I can only ever finish because I’m thinking about you,” he revealed in a low voice. You grimaced and slid out of the booth, stuffing your book into your bag and barely managing to throw him a goodbye before you dashed out.

It wasn’t like you really thought you could get away from him— he had made it clear over and over that you couldn’t— but the idea of being crammed in that booth with him, surrounded throughout the diner by his adoring fans who somehow didn’t manage to overhear him when he said those awful things, made you feel nauseous.

What you should’ve considered was that, fans or not, those people were witnesses, and now that you were running out into the dark streets of the town and he was chasing after you, you didn’t have any. It was just you and him, and when you turned into an alleyway to try to get home faster, even the dim glow of the streetlights couldn’t see you anymore.

“Hey,” he stopped you with a tight grip on your arm, pulling you back into him.

“Let me go!” you whined, trying to tug yourself away but only ensuring that his hand would leave a bruise on your arm.

“I will when you just hear me out, okay?” he hissed, spinning you around to look up at him. "Why don't you just give me a chance? Don't you wanna be popular?"

"I don't want to be anything that requires being within ten yards of you!" you spat.

He seemed bewildered, but you knew he wasn’t actually that stupid. "Why?"

"Because you know why!"

He sighed, slumping his shoulders a little. "Are we still on that, really? I told you, you should take it as a compliment. You know how many girls would kill to catch me jerking off in their panties?"

"You're sick, Jake,” you sighed, “and you're really good at hiding it from everyone else but I know what you really are. You told me you needed help with algebra and I actually believed you, for months you were lying to me to get close so you could perv on me when you already had a girlfriend and two side chicks anyways— god, Jake, you're crazy!"

You yelped when he pinned you to the wall, blue eyes darker than ever. "I really, really hate that word."

Against the wall, your back straightened as you felt the tone shift completely for a moment before he was back to his jovial self again, giving you a somber but almost-genuine smile.

“The only kind of crazy I am is crazy about you,” he defended with a laugh, leaning in a little closer. “Why can’t you see that?”

As his eyes moved from your own to your lips, a renewed sense of fear shot through you. “Jake…” you mumbled, apparently your feeble attempt to ask him to stop.

“Just one kiss,” he bargained, “and then I’ll let you go. Okay? That’s all I need.”

“N-no,” you whimpered, turning your head away as he leaned in even further. “Stop.”

“Come on, it’s just a kiss, baby,” he cooed. “Then you can leave. Hey, you might actually like it. You know, I think that’s what you’re really scared about… and I get it! When I first realized I was in love with you, it was scary for me, too— I mean, I’m the most important guy in town and you’re just some bookworm, it’s sort of social suicide for me so I had a lot to worry about.”

There he went with his negging again, trying to bring you down to his level. Your brain knew that, it saw right through it, but your gut still sank with doubt.

“But I know now that love is nothing to be afraid of,” he concluded.

“No, Jake,” you whispered, feeling tears well in your eyes, “I’m afraid that you’ll hurt me if I don’t do what you want.”

“Well, that is something to be afraid of,” he replied with the coldest laugh you’d ever heard; you didn’t hear any agreement, but the lack of denial was deafening. “So just be my good girl and let me kiss you…”

You swallowed dryly, your eyes wide open and searching for anywhere to look but up at him.

He was so close now that his lips brushed against yours with his command: “say it.”

You stammered over your breath, not sure exactly what he was asking for, and you winced as you felt his grip tighten on your arms.

“Say, ‘kiss me’,” he clarified in a harsh whisper. “Say, ‘please’...”

“Please,” you repeated awkwardly, hearing it in your voice but so clearly not your own words, “kiss me.”

He let his mouth intertwine with yours and your eyes were still wide open as he let his own fall shut, moving his hands to clutch your face gently instead as you gave a weak effort to kiss him back.

Objectively, he was good at this. A lot of things were objectively true about Jake: as much as you forced yourself not to see it, he was handsome; as much as it didn’t really matter to you, a boycotter of all things sports, he was talented; and, as much as no one else realized it, he was completely deranged. For every word of kindness from him there was another of anger. For every love letter in your locker, there was a threat left scrawled on crumpled paper inside your bedroom, just so he could remind you that your parents would let him into the house if he asked and never question it.

Which was why it was extremely important that you did not enjoy this kiss. You needed to hate the way his fingers traced over the pulse in your neck, the way his tongue tickled yours, the way his teeth just barely grazed your lip until your knees went a little weak.

But wow, there was something primally satisfying about melting into his arms, feeling his strength support you like it was nothing when he held your waist and pulled you closer.

You could almost forget that it was him. But then he mumbled your name into the kiss, nearly moaned it in fact, and it pulled you back to reality. With a gasp, you pushed him away and blinked your eyes open, not even realizing you’d closed them; hating how quickly you’d started to give in to him.

“There, one kiss,” you mumbled, wiping your mouth with the back of your sleeve. “I’m gonna go home now—”

“You can’t be serious,” he laughed incredulously. “You’re gonna kiss me like that and tell me you don’t feel this, too? We’re so meant for each other— we even order the same milkshake!”

“That doesn’t matter!” you denied.

“I love you!”

“That doesn’t matter either!”

You turned to leave but he grabbed you again from behind, covering your mouth with his hand when you opened your mouth to scream. “Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” he hissed in your ear, “and don’t walk away from me.”

Fighting against his grip did nothing but exhaust you: he only needed one arm to hold you back as he dragged you deeper into the alley. Your legs swung wildly and landed a kick to his shin, and he plugged your nose while he was covering your mouth so you couldn’t breathe.

“Listen to me, you stuck up little bitch,” he growled. “I’m really sick of this ‘hard to get’ act. I know you want me. So shut up and let me show you what you’ve been missing out on, okay? You gonna be good?”

In that moment, you would’ve agreed to anything for a chance to fill your lungs with fresh air, and so you nodded, the back of your head rubbing against his chest.

“You gonna be nice and quiet so nobody catches you getting fucked like a whore in this alley?”

Another nod, more feverish than the last, ended with a sharp inhale as he let go of your nose. But he was still covering your mouth, his arm around you now feeling less like restraint and more like an embrace.

"I've wanted you for so long, you can't even imagine," he explained softly as he leaned down and kissed your neck, gripping your waist tighter. "You and this perfect body of yours. This smart little head that thinks too much…"

You swallowed dryly as his hand trailed lower.

"This pussy you've been hiding from me for much too long," he added darkly, roughly shoving his hand up your skirt.

You whined behind his hand but he didn’t seem to care; he pulled your skirt up and grinned at the sight of your panties— because he recognized them.

“I remember these,” he purred. “They look good on you, baby, but they looked better covered in my come.”

Your cheeks burned with shame— you already hated yourself for still wearing the pair he’d tampered with, but it was harmless after a few runs through the washer, right? You weren’t going to stop wearing your favorite panties just for him, that would mean he won, in a sense; or, that’s what you told yourself to justify not burning them.

“Don’t worry, they’re gonna be soaked by the time I’m done with you,” he purred, slipping two fingers between your legs and growling slightly. “Well, actually, you’ve already done a lot of the work for me.”

He pulled the fabric aside and explored your pussy instead, tightening his grip over your mouth as you made little muffled yelps. The rough pads of his fingers found and targeted your clit instantly, that megawatt smile pressed against your ear as he started to rub your bud harder.

“Mm, feels good, huh?” he taunted, moving even faster as your hips jolted unintentionally. He stopped only to bring the fingers to his lips, humming at the taste of you which he sucked off of them. “So sweet, babygirl— better than any peaches and cream milkshake, that’s for sure.”

The wet fingers trailed down your body again, finding your entrance that he suddenly pushed into; it was a little too much without any warning and it made your eyes shoot wide open, a squeak barely escaping your throat.

"Just as tight as I imagined, baby,” he sighed, “all those times I used your panties, or hooked up with somebody who almost looked like you from behind. You’re gonna feel so good on my cock, I know you want it so bad.”

He took his fingers out of you to reach back and open his belt with one hand, the sound of the buckle matched in upsettingness only by the sound of his jeans sliding down to his thighs.

You heard your own breath loud and heavy against his hand as you felt his hard cock press against your thigh, a drop of precum smearing on your skin. Your breathing halted suddenly, though, when he slid himself between your legs to rub his cock over your exposed and swollen pussy.

“Oh, babygirl, you really are too good to me,” he grinned, kissing your ear tenderly. “So fucking wet and ready for me, huh? You need it that bad? You’re gonna get it, baby, ‘m gonna give it to you so good…”

Bracing yourself as best you could, you felt the head of his cock push against your entrance before he slammed in all at once, making you hiss in pain.

“Oh god,” he groaned, “fuck, you’re so warm…”

Already he was fucking into you roughly, pumping faster and deeper, paying no mind to your choked sobs of pain from the wide stretch. Even when it stung it felt oddly good, and the underside of his cock seemed to slide perfectly over your g-spot with each movement until your eyes began to roll back in your head.

“So fucking good,” he moaned hoarsely as he braced you against the brick wall for leverage, reaching back down with his free hand to rub your clit again. He chuckled when your legs quivered, and he must have felt your walls tighten around him, too. “I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby, if I take my hand away are you gonna be good?” he asked darkly. You nodded, enjoying the brief feeling of freedom that came from not having his hand over your mouth anymore. But then again, it was humiliating that now he could hear your panting breaths, your desperate mewls that you failed to swallow down.

He made a sound that was almost like a laugh as he watched you squirm in his arms, one more way he had to lord this all over you, as if forcing you to take him in an alley wasn’t enough on its own.

His breath against your ear was hot and strained, each meeting of your hips to his accentuated with a little grunt from him. It didn’t help at all that his fingers were rubbing you just right, with so much skill that you wondered if he’d somehow figured out how you touched yourself when you needed to get off. Honestly, you wouldn’t put it past him to have spied on you before, even if you couldn’t figure out when or how.

The hand that used to cover your mouth slid up under your shirt and pulled your bra down, a large, rough hand groping each breast and pinching your nipples until you bit down on your lip to stay quiet. For all the mocking and teasing he’d done before, he was pretty direct now— like he was trying to make you come as fast as possible, overloading your body with sensation.

And did he have to be so fucking good at it?

“I know you’re close, babygirl,” he whispered in your ear, “just let go…”

“Jake, please,” you sobbed, too far gone to appreciate that no begging would make him stop now.

“Come for me,” he demanded roughly, fucking you even faster as he sucked a mark onto your neck, and finally it all came crashing down with a choked-out cry of his name and a gush of warmth dripping out around his length.

“Ohh fuck, there you go, fuck it feels good when you come for me,” he grunted, thrusting even faster. “You’re gonna milk my cock with that pretty pussy, babygirl— you’re gonna make me come…”

“J-Jake, not inside!” you interjected, getting his hand back over your mouth in return.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed, “waited too long for this to pull out now. Feels too fucking good.”

Behind his hand, the difference between whines of hatred and moans of pleasure was irritatingly subtle.

“I love you,” he reminded you in a voice exhausted yet heavy with desire, “so fucking much…”

A few more erratic, brutal thrusts accompanied by heavy pants and he was gone; you could feel his cock pulsing with each rope of come that filled you, so deep that your head fell dejectedly with the realization you had no hope of washing it out now.

His hand fell from your mouth but he didn’t pull out for another few moments as he caught his breath, gently peppering your neck and cheek in slow kisses. “Baby,” he finally sighed, breaking the crushing silence, “you’re so fucking perfect. I knew you were made for me.”

I hate you, you wanted to cry out, but words escaped you as he hugged you tightly and pulled your panties back into place, soaking them with his come as it leaked out of you just like he’d promised. He stuffed his cock back into his jeans and helped you adjust your clothes back to looking almost presentable, finishing it off by turning you around and smiling at you with serene pride before kissing your forehead.

"You're gonna make such a beautiful prom queen," he cooed, “especially if you’ve already got a nice little bump showing…”

His hand rubbed beneath your belly button for emphasis, making you whimper and force your eyes shut as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Shh, don’t cry, baby,” he soothed, kissing your cheek softly. “Trust me, you're gonna love being my girl."

#siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #dark!jake wyler x reader #idek how to tag this nobody's looking for jake wyler fics lmao

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beyards · 5 years

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Plance cashier au where Lance is the cashier and Pidge is the one customer who walks in at closing to get one item

Closing Shift

pidge/lance

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It was 9:51:47 PM, which meant Lance had exactly 8 minutes and 13 seconds before he could officially lock the doors. Unfortunately, someone else was having just as long a night as he was.

Lance slumped over the counter, staring ahead at the sugary rainbow of check out candy neatly stacked and ordered. Within an hour of opening tomorrow they were sure to be a mess, but he was kind of proud of how hard he’d worked to make them look nice. It was one of the few things he actually got joy out of in this miserable job, miserable life really.

It was 9:14:47 PM, which meant Lance had exactly 8 minutes and 13 seconds before he could officially lock the doors. Everything was accounted for, every other register closed out, everything cleaned up, but he couldn’t leave until exactly 10 PM. Damn corporate policy. Nobody was even going to come in the damn store. He’d worked closing for the past 4 days and hardly anybody ever came in after 9:45. That might have something to do with Keith shutting off the lights that spelled out the store name at that time, but still. Finally, Lance caved. Fuck it. It was only a minute or two until 10, and it’s not like Shiro was going to write him up for that, he was a pretty chill manager.

Suddenly the door chimed, signaling somebody entering the store.

Lance, figuring it was pretty much 10 PM anyways said “Sorry, we’re closed-”

“No you’re not, it’s 9:54.” Snapped a voice.

Internally, Lance groaned, not even bothering to look up. He didn’t have the patience to deal with any more bullshit today. He already had that one lady try to cuss him out when she accidentally put the card reader in Spanish and couldn’t figure out how to change it back. She said that it was a damn shame that now she couldn’t even get groceries without ‘witnessing the assault of American culture by the gangs and rapists from Mexico’ and told him Trump was going to deport his whole family. He didn’t have the heart to tell her he was Cuban.

Lance flipped his light back on and rebooted up his register, grumbling the entire time. He couldn’t even punish her by faking a register problem or faking a need to call management. He wanted to go home. He’d just have to rely on karma to get this entitled customer in line.

To his surprise, he heard footsteps rounding into his lane and put something on his counter by 9:57. As he thoughtlessly reached for the big ass chocolate bar this cretin was purchasing, he heard a sniffle. It was faint, and if the muzak that usually played hadn’t been shut off a few minutes ago he surely would have missed it. At first Lance waved it off as allergies as he passed the first item over the scanner, but then on a whim he actually looked up.

Her eyes were red and puffy, a tear slipping down her reddened face. He froze, unsure what to do. He was trained to handle all sorts of situations like active shooter, robberies, fake IDs, suspected human traffiking, and mislabeled merchandise, but Lance had never been through a course on how to comfort a crying customer.

“Uh,” Lance said, setting down the item in a bag, “are you okay?”

She wiped her eyes and shot him a glare. It would’ve been petrifying if it wasn’t for the fact more tears were spilling out already. Realizing what she was doing wasn’t working she looked away.

“I’m fi-ine.” She huffed out, the declaration punctuated by another sniffle.

“You’re crying in a grocery store at 10 PM,” Lance pointed out bluntly, “I think that’s like, the opposite of fine.”

“Well,” she tried wiping her eyes again, and this time Lance noticed little mascara smudges and a hint of a shimmery powder on her lids, “it’s closing and you probably have a girlfriend to get home to.”

It was almost like she was just throwing the words haphazardly at Lance. There was an edge of bitterness, but for the most part it was just sadness and maybe a hint of jealousy behind it. He took another look at her appearance. She was wearing sort of nice clothes, nothing formal or fancy, but really cute he had to admit. It was nice shorts with an off the shoulder top. Her hair was in soft ringlets, probably looser now than they’d been earlier, so clearly there was some effort put into it. All that combined with the makeup pointed at the strong possibility that she’d just been burned by Cupid.

Lance snorted, starting to ring her up. “Nah, I’ve been single for nearly a year now. I found out my last girlfriend of 3 years had been cheating on me literally the day I was going to propose.”

He flushed, realizing that he didn’t know why he’d just told her that. It wasn’t any of her business, and in fact Lance had told 3 people the truth about why he and Nyma weren’t together anymore. Maybe he just felt bad for her.

“Oh shoot,” the girl mumbled, “I’m sorry, that sucks.”

“Yeah, but don’t feel too bad for me,” Lance added dully, “I’d caught her cheating the month before but she promised it was a mistake and that she was so sorry. So I forgave her. It really shouldn’t have been a surprise when I walked into our bedroom and saw her being fucked by two guys at once. I should’ve known she didn’t just stop, I was the ultimate cuck.”

The customer cringed, but chuckled a bit. “Oh god, and I thought I was having it bad.”

“Well, whatever you’re going through,” he sighed, finalizing the sale with the cash she gave him, “I’m sure it’s not as bad as getting cucked.”

“Probably not,” she mumbled, accepting her change, “I just got stood up by guy who was dared to ask me out as part of his fraternity rush.”

Lance shut off his register as the lights in the back of the store went out. “Wait, you knew he was a frat boy and you still accepted?”

“He was my bio partner,” she explained, following him as he made his way over to the time clock, “and I didn’t know he was joining a frat. It’s not like he mentioned it to me and I don’t talk to people on campus who are part of that crowd, so I just didn’t know.”

You didn’t look this guy up on social media or anything?” Lance asked, raising an eyebrow. The pair made their way towards the exit. “That’s rule one of dating in college.”

She folded her arms over her chest. “I don’t really know those rules. It’s not like anyone ever told me about them.”

“Okay, fair,” Lance said, leading them over to a park bench so they could talk some more, “so this guy asked you out and you said yes.”

“I guess- I mean, yeah.” The girl sat down next to him, jiggling her foot, “he’s always been super sweet, talks to me in the hallways, and we would text a lot too. He’d ask for pictures of my dog like every day.”

“Ah, animal loving,” Lance whistled, “that’s how they get ya.”

She glowered at him, but continued anyways. “I agreed to meet him for a milkshake, and I waited 3 hours but he never showed up. Finally one of my friends texted me saying there was a timelapse of me sitting at the diner barstool for the first two hours taken from a security camera up on social media. I guess one of the fraternity members works there…”

Her bottom lip trembled and Lance’s heart really hurt for her. “Wow, that’s just… wow.”

“Yeah,” she let out a shuddery breath.

They sat there in silence for a bit, the cool night breeze playing with her curls. He couldn’t help but steal glances at her every now and then. He felt really, really bad for her. He’d been the victim of some cruel pranks in the past too, and he knew what it was like for someone to just toy with your feelings. He bit his lip, hesitant to offer this. Was he even ready?

“Hey,” Lance said, after a few moments, “do you still wanna get that milkshake?”

She looked up at him and he could see she’d been crying again.

“Only if you want to,” he added hastily, feeling his face heat up, “and it can just be as a friend thing, or well, not a friend thing, I’m just your cashier but like, hey, I don’t want this asshole to ruin your night, you know?”

She gave him a small smile. “Actually, I think I’d like that.” She got to her feet, offering her hand. “I’m Pidge, by the way.”

“Lance,” he grinned, accepting her handshake before getting to his own feet. “Let’s go bring all the boys to the yard.”

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robinskalechip · 5 years

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home - chapter three

robin buckley x reader

a/n: i’ve been getting some really good feedback from the first two chapters, thank you guys so much!

warnings: smoking, language

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chapter three - a family reunion

steve and robin had just finished closing up the video store and took the short three minute car ride to larry johnson’s town favorite diner. robin and steve were laughing amongst themselves and bantering along until they heard a voice.

“do suppose linda will remember me?”

the two turned to see sofia, cigarette in mouth, only a couple of yards away, walking towards them. steve smiled at her and began to speak but her attention was on robin who was still looking at her with the most gentle of smiles.

“i hope she remembers you, she always gave us discounts when you tagged along. ive had to pay full price for almost three years because of you” he walked past, ignoring the two girls he was with. steve harrington had one thing on his mind and one thing only. a royale with cheese. hehe pulp fiction reference the girls broke their eye contact to then walk behind him, sofia taking the cigarette out of her mouth to throw it to the ground and put it out whilst holding the door open for robin and quickly following her to be met with upmost nostalgia.

an older woman, probably in her early 50s, began to yell from behind the counter.

“IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS? I MUST HAVE SKIPPED AHEAD AND GONE STRAIGHT TO CRAZY!”

sofia moved past the two, lightly touching robin’s arm, causing a chill to radiate throughout her body. sofia was smiling as she walked to the woman and embraced her in a long hug. the woman released her but not before she could cup her face in her hands to see her face more clearly, despite the pain that was radiating through sofia’s body due to having to bend her spine in order to oblige. but she didn’t mind. this woman was her family.

“AH CUORE MIO italian for my heart WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN”

sofia smiled as she replied, “nella città che non dorme mai in the city that never sleeps ”

“i’m so sorry about your mother, have you seen her yet?”

the woman’s back was facing robin, as they had turned when hugging, and she had a full view of sofia’s face. she saw her smile fall, taking her heart along with it as sofia responsed to the salt and pepper haired woman with a sense of dread.

“no not yet. marco is there every time i drive by the hospital. i’m trying to though i promise”

“sei troppo buono per questo mondo, figlia mia you are too good for this world my daughter, but you also need to eat, sit sit i’ll bring out your favorite”

sofia smiled as she realigned her spine, walking behind steve as he hopped into the booth next to robin. robin was a bit disappointed steve sat next to her instead of the other side but at least she had to best view in the house.

sofia fell into the other side of the booth putting one knee to her chest and the other stretched over the seat what a lesbian as the older woman returned with a strawberry milkshake in hand and a smile.

she placed the cold beverage onto the table to then ask robin and steve what they would like to drink. steve snapped out of his staring contest with the milkshake to answer, “ill have one of those.” he paused for emphasis, “exactly one of those” he then winked at her.

robin chuckled and said “can i get the same but in vanilla”

sofia smiled at the woman as she moved the shake away from steve’s reaching capability, “thanks linda”

linda kept her eye on steve as he frowned at sofia’s action, “royale with cheese and extra ketchup?” steve shook his head eagerly. “and for you my dear?” robin liked linda. she saw her around town often but never came into the diner as much to be considered a regular like steve. “i’ll take one of your smoked turkeys with everything but the onions please” she didn’t even have to ask sofia, even if she brought out the wrong thing, she’d still eat it no matter what

“coming right up”

sofia was still eyeing steve eyeing her shake, “OH MY GOD JUST TAKE A SIP” and said as she slide the cold beverage towards him to which he eagerly sipped from the side of the glass and threw his head back in the most dramatic yet unironic way possible

“oh my god i forgot how amazing their shakes were. i came here all the time during summer but i was so damn tired of ice cream, i didn’t even think about ordering one”

sofia smiled as she took back the milkshake, “yeah dustin filled me in on everything i missed” she was now fiddling with the straw and paused to look at steve for emphasis, “and i mean everything. i can’t believe he’s got a girlfriend”

steve laughed thinking about the events of the summer, “yeah none of us thought she was actually real, but im happy for him, i also need to pee, be back in a sec” he hoped out of the seat, nearly hitting robin

sophia placed the milkshake down and met robin’s eyes, “wanna try it? i know it looks like a plain strawberry shake but there’s actually a secret in there”. she jokingly looked around before motioning for robin to come closer as she whispered, “there’s also bits of peach”

she leaned back into her original position and raised her eyebrows briefly showing she meant business

robin smiled as she took the glass and took a sip, “mm never thought about that combination, i like it a lot actually, w-what?”

sofia was laughing as robin talked, “its okay its okay, i got it” she leaned towards robin once again, this time putting her thumb on robin’s upper lip, wiping off the cream that had escaped. the two looked at each other’s eyes during the moment, until sofia’s eyes fell to her lips, robin’s doing the same before she abruptly returned back to her seat, followed by steve hopping back to his place and linda following only a few seconds later. if they had been in that position just a few seconds longer..

linda placed the three plates on the table as sofia reached into her jacket pocket, taking out her wallet until she was stopped by the woman, “la famiglia non paga the family doesn’t pay”

she began to walk away as sofia gave her a warm smile and robin began to speak, “i’m confused. you said hadn’t seen your mother yet, but linda calls you her daughter”

sofia smiled, “she’s my godmother and my mother’s best friend. she’s practically my mother though. i’ve known her my entire life”

steve was already stuffing his face with the burger, mouth already jam packed, “i like sofia’s mom better than my own mom right now”

robin felt warm, but not in the physical, heated kind of way. she felt melting as sofia’s words, “that’s sweet”

“she and my mother grew up together when they were being raised in italy. ma says she wouldn’t have survived mentally if it weren’t for her”

sofia didn’t look up as she spoke but she could feel robin’s eyes on her. and she didn’t mind it.

the three ate while steve caught sofia up on all of his latest strike outs and the crazy nights she missed out on and the whole nancy thing that repulsed both robin and sofia, despite nancy being another one of her old childhood friends. sofia asked robin about her life and her interests and the two asking sofia about her life in new york.

once the three of them had finished, they all got up to leave, sofia yelling at linda on her way out, “CI VEDIAMO PRESTO MAMMA ill see you soon mom” to which linda gave her a big smile and waved to then quickly return to the table she was taking care of

as the three exited the diner, sofia asked “do you need a ride?”

robin felt a bit taken back and wanted to say yes more than anything. she would definitely not mind being in a car with sofia, even if it was for just a few short minutes to her house

“you dont have to really, my bike is in steve’s trunk and im only like five minutes away��

sofia chuckled as she walked to steve’s car and opened the trunk, retrieving robin’s bike and carrying it to her car, “get in freckles, you’re on my way. see ya harrington.”

robin turned to steve who winked at her and turned to leave, “have fun”

robin turned back to see the messy haired girl closing her trunk and getting into her car. once robin got into the vehicle, sophia turned the radio on and asked for the address.

how soon is now by the smiths was playing and robin was reminded of the way she felt earlier that morning, when she first saw sofia at school can you tell i like the smiths

the two were silent as robin looked out of the window, but it was the most comfortable silence she had ever been in. she felt at peace. despite her and sofia both resting their arms of the glove compartment, their hands only about a centimeter apart. she was felt calm; safe.

robin’s thoughts were interrupted when she felt the car stop and she turned to sofia, “thanks for the ride” as she unbuckled. sofia stopped robin as she was about to get out of the car.

“can i ask you something”

robin saw the same look on her face as when she was talking to linda about her mom. robin nodded.

sofia breathed in before speaking, adjusting her body to face robin, “i know dustin told me you and him didn’t spend that much time together but..will..how was he?”

she looked anxious for the answer

“he was okay, steve told me about everything he had to go through so i imagine he isn’t the same boy you knew but there’s probably still parts of him in there. just like any of us when we go through some shit, its takes some, it leaves some”

sofia leaned back in her seat, now feeling the guilt build in her stomach

“i should have been here.”

robin was quick to reassure her, “you didn’t know it was going to happen. i don’t know why you left but i know it was something that none of us could have stopped. everything happens for a reason”

sofia chuckled, “what a clique; the beautiful teen philosopher who doodles on her converses and reads sad love stories with injustice undertones and wears an unsettling yet attractive amount of jewelry” her smile grew more and more as she spoke to then turn to robin who was slightly blushing and smiling back

“i won’t keep you captivate much longer but can i ask you one more question?”

robin nodded again, still looking into her eyes, smiling

“you and harrington?”

robin cut that shit off Q U I C K

“OH GOD NO NO NO he’s like my brother ew no i could never.” she realized how dramatic she sounded and laughed at sofia laughing at her. “i’m sorry. to answer your question, no. harrington and i, not a thing. he’s uhh not my type”

sofia felt better with that last statement leaving robin’s mouth. she scooted closer, but her arm on the arm rest and bringing her face close to her face, almost being able to feel her breathe.

robin was taken back mentally but didn’t move a muscle, she whispered “what are you doing”

robin jumped at the sound of the door opening a tease

“i’m just getting the door for you like the good mannered person i was raised to be”, we said with a smile and moved her face a centimeter closer. robin was almost certain she was going to kiss her until she whispered again “good night freckles”

robin got out of the car and walked to her door completely flustered but still managed to turn her head to give sofia a smile. she was, in fact, so flustered that completely forgot her bike in sofia’s car trunk, but she didn’t even care.

next chapter

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wanna1studio · 7 years

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REQUESTED: our times // ong seongwoo // part 2

genre: fluff // angst

ficstyle: bulletpoints // LONG // PART 1 HERE

summary: “ ong seongwoo as your prank mate “ was inspired by the Taiwanese movie “OUR TIMES” just with my own twist

note: since this is inspired by the film also pulled quotes from the film; prepare for a part 3 will be about the future

regardless of Daniel’s and Somi’s attempt, you and Seongwoo both made your way to the dean’s office

“now I know that y/n is a good student, so she’s here as a witness”

you were both confused at the dean’s words

“if I catch you violating the school’s rules one more time, you will most definitely be expelled, I’ll be seeing you soon then. I don’t think you would last long anyways. Once a bad kid always a bad kid”

you dropped your jaw and tried to defend for Seongwoo

Seongwoo squeezed your wrist and kept a straight face

“yes sir”

you both walked out of the office

“BUT YOU DIDN-”

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this, SO LET’S STUDY FOR THE LAST EXAMS OF THE TERM”

he puts you in a headlock and walk into the courtyard

Somi runs up to Seongwoo

“Seongwoo, are you okay? What happened?”

she genuinely seemed worried for him, you wanted them to have their moment

you slipped from Seongwoo’s hold and walked away

you were happy for him but you felt kind of empty inside

someone grasped your arm

you were hoping that it was Seongwoo

“y/n are you alright?”

it was Daniel

“oh. I’m fine, thanks” you turned to walk away but Daniel ran in front of you

“so um.. a.. a couple of friends are going to a camping trip this weekend before the exam, do you want to come? Somi is inviting Seongwoo”

“I’ll go then” you smiled

Seongwoo looked over and saw you smiling at Daniel

she’s finally scored huh, Seongwoo thought

throughout the whole week, you spent more time with Daniel and Seongwoo spent more time with Somi

it was a new but sad experience, you felt like you lost your best friend

that Friday, you found a note in your locker

“Meet me later today at that bookstore we went to.And bring your school stuff. From the most handsomest, goober, Seongwoo”

he also included a photo card of BTS; he’s always wrote notes and gave you a little something for your scrapbook/diary because you didn’t have a phone

you were glad that Seongwoo didn’t lose touch in the friendship

since it was a Friday, you decided to dress up; you sported a white balloon-sleeved blouse tucked into a pair of red high-waisted plaid shorts and you went for your black thigh-high boots

you didn’t know anything about makeup, so you asked your mom if you could wear her pinky-nude lipstick

Seongwoo was leaning up against the window of the bookstore, he was looking into the reflection to see if you came or not

he didn’t know why he was so nervous

“Seongwoo!” you called out

he pretended that he didn’t see you coming, it was hard though

when he saw you in the frames of the reflection of the windows, he was breathtaken

you looked so beautiful it made him sad.. knowing that the only guy that was in your eyes was Daniel

“Ah, you came? Alright let’s so study for a bit at the cafe across the street”

you nodded and walked beside him

you both were so awkward

Seongwoo tried to not be obvious by look out into the streets

he heard a car zoom from behind you guys

so he grabbed you and guided you onto the safe side of the sidewalk

it made your heart flutter

he released you and nervously wiped his hands on his pants

“idiot, watch the road!”

“EXCUSE M-”

he started to laugh

“what are we doing, we’ve been friends for a while now, why is it so awkward?”

you laughed in agreement

he opened the door for you into the cafe and you both sat down

“I’ll be back with the drinks okay?” you scurried off to get you both something to drink

at the corner of your eye, you saw Somi walk in with her friend

she said something to Seongwoo when he responded she just walked away

you walked back to the table,”hey what did sh-”

SPLASH

one of the milkshakes fell on you as you accidentally ran into the corner of the table

Seongwoo got up and started laughing

“HAHAHA WHAT A DORK!”

you felt so embarrassed and started cleaning it off of you as a worker came to clean up the remaining mess

Seongwoo handed you his sweater

“change into this, you don’t wanna wear milkshake on you. we’ve already clarified that no man will come to your yard”

you glared at him as you took his hoodie

“hate you”

“love you too”

you never knew what was said between Seongwoo and Somi

that night, he took you out to an abandoned roller skating park and you two spend hours on getting you to learn roller skating

that night, was filled with nothing but happiness you’d never thought you’d experience

THE NEXT MORNING

all the guys had motorcycles to get to the destination

since it was only a night, you guys didn’t have to pack much

“okay guys lets line up the keys and have the girls pick them so we can split up who goes with who”

Ai paired up with Jihoon; Mina paired up with GuanLin

to create suspense, you and Somi raced for what key you guys wanted

once you grabbed a pair of keys, you felt someone back hug you and lifted you up from behind

“OOOHHH Y/N CHOSE DANIEL!”

your eyes went straight to Seongwoo, you felt kind of sad but happy that he got to be with Somi

Seongwoo saw how much care and effort Daniel tried to help you with your helmet, he reached for your arms and wrapped them around himself

Seongwoo couldn’t bare to see anymore of it, he did the same with Somi

you looked over and saw how good they looked together; you saw Somi lay her head on Seongwoo

when you all got to the campsite, you guys split into groups and played games

boy was it nice to get all this stress off of you

you took a stroll with Seongwoo and sat on the edge of a log

both of you guys just took a second to look at the stars

“what was your first impression of me y/n?”

“I… think… you’re tall… and cute… and if I look closely… you even look a bit like a combination of members from BTS..”

“HAHAH you’re too funny, y/n-ah”

“just asking do you think I compare to Somi?”

he took a moment to think about it

“I think your personality is better and if you look closely, she isn’t that much more prettier than you.”

you blushed, thank God it was night out or he’d make fun of you

“can you make me a promise Seongwoo?”

he replied with a smile

you looked at him for a while and looked back at the stars

“ If we end up going to different universities, can you promise me? That you’ll continue to study hard and graduate. That you will never get into a fight. That you’ll never worry people who care about you.“

“I promise”

Somi called for you, it seemed like the girls were doing something together

you said good bye to Seongwoo and dashed off

Daniel came out of the shadows and sat by Seongwoo

“how long has it been since we last talked?”

“a while..”

there was a long silence

“Daniel you like y/n right? Well I do too.”

Daniel was shocked, he was about to say something but Seongwoo cut him off

“I’m leaving soon. But don’t tell y/n, I’m only leaving because of my injury that I got the day I met her. I don’t want her to think that it’s her fault. That cursed letter that she passed onto me was nothing but a letter. I’d like to think that it gave me good luck.”

He smiled up to the stars

“In the beginning, I thought whoever believed in chain letters was either and idiot or an idiot. But later I realized that she’s simply a very kind person. That’s why I wanted to know her. I thought chasing girls was that simple. Later I realized if you really like someone, you might not even notice it. I was actually super nervous that day. I have to thank that car. The moment I held her in my arm, I realized that I never knew my heart… can beat so fast. I didn’t want her to misunderstand. But somehow, at the end of the day, she didn’t seem happy. When you like someone and see her walk to someone she likes, you’d suddenly realize that you treat her badly just because you want to get a bit closer to her. You’ll keep every word she said in mind. I didn’t know that when I’m in love, I actually have no courage to tell her. On that night, I made a wish upon a shooting star. I wish I was also in her wish. Even if I know it’s someone else who could make her happy.”

Seongwoo looked at Daniel

“She loves milkshakes and roller skating. She never watches where she’s going, so please watch out for her. She likes Studio Ghibli movies and.. she really likes you a lot”

it hurt Seongwoo so much to say that

Daniel smiled, “I’ll take good care of her”

after that weekend, Seongwoo kind of avoided you and you spent more time with Daniel

you felt this emptiness inside, something that couldn’t be filled easily

the day before the exams, you wanted to talk to Seongwoo so you asked around if anyone saw him

rushing to the rooftop you saw Seongwoo

“ah! Here you ar-”

“Seongwoo?”

you saw Somi walk up to Seongwoo

damn. you were too late..

you wanted to confess to Seongwoo, how all this time, you were grateful to him and over time you fell in love with him and how he made you so happy just by smiling at you

“i-i’m sorry..”

it started to rain how cliche

you ran off and before Seongwoo could say anything you fell, hard, onto the ground

Seongwoo came into your peripheral view

“I’M FINE. DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME”

you got up with your bloody knees and ran down the stairs

you cried, not from falling onto the ground and injuring yourself, but from falling in love with someone who already fell in love with someone else

Daniel saw you and immediately carried you to the infirmary and cleaned your wounds

you didn’t say anything the whole time as he rambled on and on about something

you thanked him and dazed off

tomorrow was your birthday and also the day of your exams

you walked to school to see the Dean walk away from Seongwoo

Seongwoo was badly beaten; it hurt you so bad to see him like that

your eyes welled up with tears

“HOW COULD YOU BREAK OUR PROMISE, YOU’D SAID YOU WOULDN’T GET INTO FIGHTS ANYMORE. I HATE PEOPLE WHO BREAK PROMISES I HATE YOU”

you ran off crying

stupid stupid stupid

what made you think that he would lie to you AND on your birthday

you skipped school that day; Seongwoo would try to get a hold of you via payphone since you only had a house phone

you didn’t want to hear his voice

but you wished you did

Seongwoo stayed out late at night to ask the store owner of the bookstore if he could buy the Jimin standee

along with a bag of knick-knacks, he came across another school’s group of delinquents

“we heard that the famous Ong is tamed now? that’s bull. pretty sure you’d swing at us if you have to right?”

Seongwoo kept his promise and took in all the hits, while protecting your Jimin standee

badly wounded, he limped to the abandoned roller skating park and left your gifts near a roofed area where he remember you sat after falling one too many times

he chuckled and limped home

without getting in contact with Seongwoo, you went to the park to get your mind off of things

when you got there, you saw the standee and gifts

you wondered who left these here??

you looked into the bag and saw an old cassette tape with earphones

you plugged them in and listened

“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ You look like a monkey~ AND SMELL LIKE ONE TOO!!! HAHA! Happy birthday y/n~ Surprised aren’t you? I bet you’ll be mad at me.. since it looked like I got into a fight.. But I couldn’t let your precious Jiminnie get hurt. It’s okay though!! I felt like it would be better to say this through a recording since I won’t be here in person to tell you”

at this point you were confused

“I’m probably at the airport right now. I don’t know where I am going and when I’ll be back. But I don’t want you to forget me. I know I won’t forget you. Oh! How could one ever forget you? Y/n, although you’re short and stupid. And you even like someone else. Even so, I still like you a lot. Y/n, if you already listened the whole tape, just look up at the sky. Then I will know I’m looking at the same starry sky as the girl I like. I love you.”

you ran to the airport since the park was next to it

you didn’t know where you were going but you just wanted to see Seongwoo one last time

you didn’t want the last words he heard to be I HATE YOU

you didn’t want him to leave

“Gate 10A; those are boarding Gate 10A will be leaving as of right now”

just hoping that it was his gate, you ran towards Gate 10A

when you did, you disregarded another gate boarding up to leave

and you ran past Seongwoo

and Seongwoo didn’t see you

he was right there and then he was gone

TO BE CONTINUED

#wanna one #wannaone #wanna one angst #wanna one imagines #wanna one scenarios #wanna one seongwoo #wanna one ong seongwoo #ong seongwoo #broduce 101 #broduce 101 scenarios #broduce 101 imagines #produce 101 season 2 #produce 101 s2 #produce 101 s2 scenarios #our times

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eriquebittle · 7 years

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You should do holsom for that 31 questions thing like do all of them

here we fucking go,

1. Who in your OTP is the serial butt-slapper and who is constantly getting their beautiful butt slapped?

theyre equal opportunity bros...if ur bf gets a killer shot at beer pong or aces his chem exam you have to slap his butt it's the Bro Code

2. Who wants to be immortal and who wants to die before they’re old?

they had a conversation about this at 2am and they both decided that they would pick the same option ("i never wanna live without you bro" "BRO") however, holster has tried to get his poptart out of the toaster with a fork three different times so dying young seems likely

3. Who smokes and who pulls the cigarette from between their lips every time they try to light one?

i mean they're college athletes so neither of them smoke but i bet holster tried it once freshman year and ransom had to run back to his dorm to find his inhaler

4. Who always has cold hands and who is always warming them up for them?

ransom's hands are freezing and holster breathes on em and gives them kisses 2 keep them warm

5. Who plays candy crush in important meetings and who elbows them in the ribs to make them pay attention?

when they have a lecture together they just snapchat each other uglie badly-angled selfies

6. Who can fall asleep anywhere (and does) and who has to put them to bed?

ransom is forced to survive on three hours of sleep during finals so he passes out mid-conversation and holster sets an alarm and rolls him into bed so they can nap together

7. Who is the genius procrastinator who wings every test but still comes away with straight As, and who takes preparation and conscientious work very seriously?

justin "4.0 but never goes to class" oluransi, a beautiful coral reef, is a strange combination of both, holster has seen his textbooks maybe twice this semester and manages B's

8. Who takes their coffee black and who likes it with milk and two sugars, getting called a pussy by Person A?

ransom gets his with like six sugars and holster has been drinking black coffee since he was 6

9. Who initially seems shady but turns out to be a cinnamon bun, and who initially seems like a cinnamon bun but turns out to be shady?

not so much "shady" as douchey? initally they come off looking like the "you kno i had to do it to em" guy but theyre just two Bros....in love....who don't know how to be quiet in the library

10. Who moans and talks with their mouth full whenever they eat good food, and who tells them to stfu but can’t help laughing?

do i even need 2 say it,

11.Who gives the bear hugs and who is always sidling up to them and snaking their arms around their waist?

ransom gives the Best Hugs and holster is a fucking giant who loves sneaking up behind his bf and resting his head on his shoulder and giving him. a smooch

12. Who still buys juice boxes and fruit snacks to put in their lunch?

whenever they go to stop & shop they stock the fuck up on gushers and capri suns “bro. as a future doctor? this is not how two college athletes should be fueling our bodies. fuck it throw in a few more boxes of gushers”

13. Who packs the other’s lunch and who repays them in sexual favours?

ransom has an 8am lab and forgets to bring food, and holster is happy 2 oblige to bring him his granola bar after ransom punctuates his text asking for lunch with a bunch of eggplant emojis

14. Who leaves notes in the other’s lunch and who tells them they’re dumb (but secretly has a collection of every note Person A has ever written them)?

holster leaves notes in ransoms bag a lot when he knows he’s getting really stressed out, and ransom keeps them in a shoebox under his bed and reads them when he needs to calm down

15. Who unconsciously holds their breath the first time they kiss, and who pulls back and says, “Breathe…”?

ransom holds his breath because holy fuck? hes about to make out with his best bro? and theyre sober this time? and whatififuckitupandourdmanmagicisgoneforeverandwenevermaekeitpastthefirstroundeveragainohmygodijustruinedsamwellmenshockeyforever and holster is like “breathe. can we just make out now please”

16. Who gets arrested for a petty crime they committed by accident and who bails them out?

holster gets arrested for jumping into the fountain at the mall on a dare, ransom bails him out

17. Who grabs the other’s hand just as they’re getting out of bed and pulls them back under for cuddles?

ransom has early classes and holster grabs him and rolls over on him so he’s trapped under a 200 lb d man who just wants to spoon a little bit longer

18. Who gets mad about something unrelated to Person B and punches the wall, and who patches it up and kisses it better?

holster trips over his desk chair and accidentally puts his fist through the wall, Doctor Justin kisses it until the throbbing is gone

“is this gonna affect my handjob game, doctor?”

19. Who has the plain black phone case and who ordered one with cat ears off ebay?

ransom has a black one that he coated in stickers, holster bought the cat ear one by mistake but just decided to own it

20. Who likes to drive with the music blaring and who is too shy to sing along?

holster has a 500 song driving playlist that includes every banger in the discography of one direction, and neither of them are shy about singing along at maximum volume

21. Who’s the fantastic kisser and who has the beautiful eyes?

they both insist that the other one has both and get into fights over whose eyes are prettier and who kisses better

22. Who has the sunshine smile and who has the seductive gaze?

ransom defo has that killer smile, but holster has a resting bitch face and when he tries to look Seductive he looks tired and mad hfdjfhwhgfwb

23. Who gets offended by the intensity of the other’s crush on a celebrity?

UMMMMM justin “ransom” oluransi mashkov is in love with tater and holster has learned to accept that if given the chance, ransom would leave him for tater in 0.000007 seconds

“babe would you really leave me for mashkov”

“you know i would but ill always remember you”

“ ;___;”

dex: “can you guys not do this in the facebook group chat”

24. Who is embarrassed that they have to wear glasses sometimes and who wants them to wear them in bed?

ransom has a slight stigmatism but he mostly wears contacts, holster falls asleep in his glasses and when ransom tells him to take them off during sex holsters like “but how else am i gonna see your beautiful face bro”

25. Who cheats on the other then immediately begs for their forgiveness?

“you do this every fucking time and im tired of it”

“justin im so fucking sorry ill never do it again i promise”

“no im done playing monopoly with you dude you sneak extra money into your pile every time im sick of it”

26. Who is the jealous one and asks why the other was being so flirty all night, and who is oblivious to their own charms?

everyone has a crush on ransom and he doesnt see it, holster has the worst fucking game in history but he loves his boyfriends personality and every relationship needs to be built on trust, bro

27. Who orders a milkshake with their food and who orders a soda?

holster orders a milkshake for the sole purpose of asking ransom if its gonna bring all the boys to the yard

28. Who runs their battery down to 1% and who feels the need to charge theirs at 80%?

ransom takes care of his phone like its his child, holster hasnt seen a charger in three days and keeps the brightness up to 10000 so its constantly dead

29. Who has the excellent singing voice and is always singing around the house (and for Person B), but has no interest in going professional?

holster regularly belts out les mis aroud the haus, ransom joins him occasionaly but leaves most of it to adam

30. Who would rather be barefoot if the setting is appropriate, and who has the huge and spectacular shoe collection (possibly also socks)?

when holster is anywhere he considers himself comfortable his feet are BARE, ransom has a sock collection a la spencer from icarly

31. Who takes their liquor on the rocks and who likes it neat?

holster orders on the rocks so he can chew on the ice with his massive horse teeth, ransom orders it neat but 99% of the time theyre drinking its at a kegster so they mainly just drink tub juice and natty light. classy

#if u read all the way to the end: bless u #thanks anon!!!!#ask games #anon #answered #message in a bottle

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monstrousthingsrp · 7 years

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Time Period Quick Reference:

Courtesy the lovely Erin (@incre-et-painture) we now have a handy-dandy little reference to help us all “flow with the times” without having to struggle between either spending precious time researching or winging it and hoping for the best! She actually lived in England during the period in which our game is set, so if you have additional questions about the setting she’ll be happy to help you out--

Although keep in mind that this is an alternate universe. As such, specific individual facts and historical events may be different. So don’t worry about getting bogged-down in the details; after all, this is a world in which The Cold War was replaced by The Worldwide Witchunt Wars. There probably was no Cuban Missile Crisis; there may not have even been a Space Race! We’ve left particular historical details vague enough that we can tailor them to suit whatever plot-points we all decide to develop.

So just as with the timeline, view the following as a reference guideline, not a checklist to obey!

Technology:

This is probably the most important one for us, as unlike most Potterverse games we’re actually playing in a world where your character very well might have access to the sort of technology that we take for granted in our current lives -- albeit several generations older than what we’ve got on hand now!

Most computers operate using ethernet cords to connect to the internet, laptops weigh an extremely portable 52 pounds, basically, and camera phones are cutting edge technology. The pictures taken with them are notoriously grainy at this stage and definitely not the crystal clear video we’re used to.

Most mobile phones operate on a “top up” method where you pay for minutes. They’re called track phones in the U.K. Also, most people are paying per text message sent, but it’s still a popular method of communication. You can top up your minutes in most convenience stores and by calling into your provider’s number. There aren’t any smartphones, apps, and other things like that. Public payphones still exist, although they are fading out by this point.

Travel is done by taxi, bus, and tube. Lyft and Uber do not exist. Londoners love the Tube and definitely travel that way frequently. For frequent travelers, Oyster cards are refillable cards that are similar to the Metro cards we use in the US. In fact, 2004 was the first year that Oyster cards existed. They can also be used on the bus and train, but not on taxis.

Please also remember that trains are a popular method of travel for Europeans. They’re also very reliable and a great way to get around. (As for whether people would be comfortable sharing a carriage with someone who’s got stars by their eyes, well...)

Pop Culture: Sport

As much as it breaks my heart, Manchester United won the FA cup in 2004. (Mod Note: her Erin, maybe in this messed-up world West Ham isn’t a total lost cause? I mean, sport doesn’t have to have happened the same as it did in reality, and we’ve got so many crazy things going on here already -- wealthy Weasleys, werewolf-friendly Blacks, a living Regulus...stranger things could happen, right?)

For those of you interested in talking football, here are the league tables for that season. Please keep in mind that different teams are in different leagues so, if your character follows a team, make sure you know who they play. :)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004%E2%80%9305_Football_League

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004%E2%80%9305_FA_Premier_League

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004%E2%80%9305_Football_League_Championship

Pop Culture: Telly

The Television lineup in Britain in real 2004-2005 contained the shows:

Little Britain

Spooks

Eastenders

Still Game

Dr. Who (the new series had just started, but the reruns were still extremely popular and well-loved by a majority of British people)

Casualty

The Doctors

Holby City

River City

Blue Peter

Strictly Come Dancing

And news is broadcast on the BBC News

For a comprehensive list, please see this article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_television_programmes_broadcast_by_the_BBC

Please pay attention to the years listed for each program to make sure that it’s applicable...and feel free to make up shows of your own that might exist in this reality! Just keep in mind that TV in England was a much smaller, lower-budget, more contained entity than the overwhelming glut of channels going on in America.

Pop Culture: Music

This will be a painful trip for some of us. After all, I think we’d probably all rather forget that Kelis ever proclaimed that her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. However, it’s a sad fact that she did, and this is the time when it happened!

Now again, we are living in an alternate reality here, so feel free to make up other songs and singers and groups -- both mundane and magical; maybe the Weird Sisters and Celestina Warbeck don’t exist here (and maybe they do) but there are surely still some magical musicians (maybe some taking advantage of the “dangerous” aura their magic grants them, while others might try and downplay it) so please, let your imaginations run wild! Maybe this Brittany Spears never sang Toxic but rather Cursed...maybe this Goldie Lookin Chain wrote Wands Don’t Kill People, Rappers Do. Who knows, have fun! The following list is for reference so that you know what kind of music and what kind of bands (probably) exist in this world and this time. And, maybe, to give you all a trip -- pleasant or otherwise -- down nostalgia lane. Enjoy!

Here are the Top 100 Songs of 2004 in the UK:

01 Eamon ~ F**k It (I Don't Want You Back)

02 Eric Prydz ~ Call On Me

03 Anastacia ~ Left Outside Alone

04 DJ Casper ~ Cha Cha Slide

05 Usher featuring Lil' Jon & Ludacris ~ Yeah!

06 Frankee ~ FURB (F U Right Back)

07 Kelis ~ Milkshake

08 Mario Winans featuring Enya & P Diddy ~ I Don't Wanna Know

09 3 Of A Kind ~ Baby Cakes

10 Michelle McManus ~ All This Time

11 Britney Spears ~ Everytime

12 Michael Andrews featuring Gary Jules ~ Mad World

13 Destiny's Child ~ Lose My Breath

14 The Shapeshifters ~ Lola's Theme

15 Outkast ~ Hey Ya!

16 LMC vs U2 ~ Take Me To The Clouds Above

17 O-Zone ~ Dragostea Din Tei

18 The Streets ~ Dry Your Eyes

19 Busted ~ Thunderbirds / 3AM

20 Usher ~ Burn

21 Britney Spears ~ Toxic

22 Natasha Bedingfield ~ These Words

23 Ozzy & Kelly Osbourne ~ Changes

24 Boogie Pimps ~ Somebody To Love

25 Kelis ~ Trick Me

26 The Rasmus ~ In The Shadows

27 Band Aid 20 ~ Do They Know It's Christmas?

28 Nelly ~ My Place / Flap Your Wings

29 D12 ~ My Band

30 McFly ~ 5 Colours In Her Hair

31 Girls Aloud ~ I'll Stand By You

32 Cassidy featuring R Kelly ~ Hotel

33 Jamelia ~ Thank You

34 Peter Andre ~ Mysterious Girl

35 Maroon 5 ~ This Love

36 Eminem ~ Just Lose It

37 Rachel Stevens ~ Some Girls

38 Khia ~ My Neck My Back (Lick It)

39 Christina Milian ~ Dip It Low

40 McFly ~ Obviously

41 JoJo ~ Leave (Get Out)

42 Deep Dish ~ Flashdance

43 Lemar ~ If There's Any Justice

44 J-Kwon ~ Tipsy

45 Will Young ~ Leave Right Now

46 Sean Paul featuring Sasha ~ I'm Still In Love With You

47 Brian McFadden ~ Real To Me

48 Girls Aloud ~ Love Machine

49 Katie Melua ~ The Closest Thing To Crazy

50 2Play featuring Raghav & Jucxi ~ So Confused

51 Twista ~ Sunshine

52 Sam & Mark ~ With A Little Help From My Friends / Measure Of A Man

53 Robbie Williams ~ Radio

54 Blue ~ Breathe Easy

55 The Black Eyed Peas ~ Shut Up

56 Twista ~ Slow Jamz

57 Busted ~ Who's David

58 Ice Cube featuring Mack 10 & Ms Toi ~ You Can Do It

59 U2 ~ Vertigo

60 Girls Aloud ~ The Show

61 N*E*R*D ~ She Wants To Move

62 Christina Aguilera featuring Missy Elliott ~ Car Wash

63 Nina Sky ~ Move Ya Body

64 Anastacia ~ Sick And Tired

65 Maroon 5 ~ She Will Be Loved

66 Ja Rule featuring R Kelly & Ashanti ~ Wonderful

67 Goldie Lookin Chain ~ Guns Don't Kill People, Rappers Do

68 The 411 ~ Dumb

69 Usher ~ Confessions Part II / My Boo

70 Special D ~ Come With Me

71 Kelis featuring Andre 3000 ~ Millionaire

72 Keane ~ Somewhere Only We Know

73 Duncan James & Keedie ~ I Believe My Heart

74 Jamelia ~ See It In A Boy's Eyes

75 Natasha Bedingfield ~ Single

76 The 411 featuring Ghostface Killah ~ On My Knees

77 Franz Ferdinand ~ Take Me Out

78 Gwen Stefani ~ What You Waiting For?

79 Basement Jaxx featuring Lisa Kekaula ~ Good Luck

80 George Michael ~ Amazing

81 D12 ~ How Come

82 Kylie Minogue ~ I Believe In You

83 4-4-2 ~ Come On England

84 Jay Sean featuring The Rishi Rich Project ~ Eyes On You

85 Avril Lavigne ~ My Happy Ending

86 Rachel Stevens ~ More More More

87 Enrique featuring Kelis ~ Not In Love

88 Ultrabeat ~ Feelin' Fine

89 Jennifer Lopez ~ Baby I Love U

90 Green Day ~ American Idiot

91 The Streets ~ Fit But You Know It

92 Sugababes ~ Too Lost In You

93 Victoria Beckham ~ This Groove / Let Your Head Go

94 Ronan Keating ~ She Believes (In Me)

95 Shaznay Lewis ~ Never Felt Like This Before

96 Britney Spears ~ My Prerogative

97 Ashlee Simpson ~ Pieces Of Me

98 Busted ~ Air Hostess

99 Outkast featuring Sleepy Brown ~ The Way You Move

100 The Black Eyed Peas ~ Hey Mama

For the rest of 2004 in music in the real world, please go to this wikipedia entry: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004_in_British_music_charts

Random Stuff:

Since the standard closing time for a pub is 11 PM, that’s when “Needles” closes. There are after-hours nightclubs, and people probably go to them, but Needles does its last call at 10:45.

Prostitution is not illegal in Britain, but running a brothel is. Basically, a person can sell themselves, but you can’t sell other people. (I just feel like this is useful information.)

Gun Control Laws had banned both automatic and semi-automatic weapons. Rifles were still allowed for those with hunting permits.

Courtesy Millie @theinvisibleboi: 2004 is also the year Facebook launched (although at that point it would have still been restricted to school e-mail accounts) and the Olympics were held in Athens, in case anyone wanted to feel old! (Probably wix would not be allowed to compete...but if anyone wants to create some kind of controversial Olympics history or event for this world, or otherwise alter history to conform to to AU, please feel free!)

Again, please use this wonderful collection of data that Erin has so helpfully provided us with for as general reference, not uncompromising and stone-set facts that you must know, utilize, and memorize! None of us are expert historians and unless you do something really obvious like reference an iPhone or One Direction, we aren’t going to call you out on it -- especially when an “error” might just be a difference between this world and our own. This is just to help you get in the “vibe” of the time period, not information that you’ll be tested on later. So don’t panic, stay loose, and feel free to get creative!

Thanks once more to Erin for putting this together for all of us, and remember that if you have questions about anything else regarding England in 2005, please feel free to message her and she’ll help out as best she can!

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hopeishappinessff · 7 years

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Chapter 20

Ambling up the stairs to my room, I flung the door open and waited for Destani, Tameka, and Nalay to enter before closing the barrier behind them. After filling our bellies at the café, the girls decided to end the evening at my house and in my full and sluggish state I didn’t bother to argue. Destani lay sprawled comfortably across the span of my bed, while Tameka stood at my ipod dock flipping through the available playlists. Nalay sat across from me on the floor against an oversized teddy bear in the corner and I sat perched on the floor near the door, with a pre-calculus book flipped open in my lap.

“Sy I don’t understand why you won’t just tell us what the nigga said.” Destani complained after nearly five full minutes of silence. With an exasperated sigh, I rested my head against the wall behind me and shut my eyes “Dez… he just wanted to talk, that’s all.” “Well I know that, but what about? Was it just like a casual conversation or was the nigga trynna spit game?” She asked. Rolling my eyes, I chose to completely ignore her plethora of questions and instead gazed down at the book in my lap.

“Dez leave that girl alone. Always trying to get in somebody’s business… how about you get some of your own and get out of hers.” Nalay exclaimed. “Shut up Nay… I was just wondering, damn. I mean it’s not every day that we get to see Sy talking to niggas, so I’m just trynna make sure my baby girl knew what she was doing.” Destani retorted. “I knew what I was doing Destani… if I didn’t I don’t think he would have asked me to go on a date with him.” I mumbled and regretfully so… Destani’s eyes immediately lit up and she swiftly perked up from her position on the bed.

“What?” She blurted, extending her arm out and pointing her finger theatrically in my direction, “Did you hear what she just said? The nigga asked her out on a date!” “Girl what,” Tameka chimed in, turning to join the conversation, “Where ya’ll going?” With a shrug of my shoulders, I refocused my attention on my book “Oh it’s a surprise? Damn girl, this nigga is trynna show out… taking you on surprise dates and shit!” Destani exclaimed. “Girl I’m jealous. Can we say fancy? Shit, can I go?” Tameka replied, turning her attention back to the dock.

Before anyone could utter another word, the bedroom door flew open and I was forced to lean against the opposite wall to avoid being smacked in the face. “Hey Sy… where Sy’Diyah at?” The familiar masculine voice asked. “Well she was sitting by the door, until you swung it open like a freak of nature.” Destani retorted briskly. The door slowly eased away from my arm and I raised my gaze to meet the beaming bright copper stare of Chris “Shit, my bad. Can you come here for a minute?” He asked. I sighed while placing my book on the floor then stood to my full height “What Chris?” “Just come out here please.” He nearly begged.

“Nigga don’t come in here demanding nobody.” Tameka fussed, turning to face him with a hand placed on her hip. “Meka was I talking to your ghetto booty ass? No, so stay over there.” He responded and I quickly slipped out of the doorway behind him, hoping to prevent an argument between the two. Pulling the door shut behind me, I turned to stare up at Chris who gazed at me with obvious desperation “I need you to do me a really big favor.”

“Like What?” I asked, crossing my arms loosely over my chest. “I need you to come with me to my mama’s house and help me get some stuff before Ms. Joyce gets home.” He explained in a rushed tone. “Wait, what? Doesn’t she get off at six?” “Yeah, that’s why I need you to help me… like now.” “Chris,” I sighed, “Why don’t you just wait until she gets home and ask her if you can get some of your things then? Wouldn’t that be a lot easier than sneaking in, hoping she doesn’t pop up while you’re in there?”

Roving over the suggestion for only a moment, he nodded seemingly in agreement “No. I think that’s a terrible idea and I think we should do it now.” With yet another sigh, I dropped my arms dejectedly at my sides “Do you want me to get the girls to help?” “Yeah… yeah it’ll be easier with more hands.” I turned and stepped back into my room, only to find Tameka standing only a few feet away from the door with her arms crossed tightly over her chest and a scowl on her face “Where that yellow ass nigga at? Popping off at me like he lost his got damn mind. Chris, I know you standing in this hallway!”

“Yeah my yellow ass is standing in this hallway! What you talking shit for Meka, huh? I bet you won’t say that shit to my face!” He shouted over my shoulder through the threshold of the door. Moving forward to usher Tameka further into the room, I used my foot to push the door shut in his face and turned back to face the girls. “If you two could settle down for just a moment, Chris actually needs a favor from all of us. He’s asking if we can help him move some of his belongings out of his mom’s house.” I explained quickly.

“Move some belongings where? To that trollips house? Oh hell no!?” Destani fussed, maneuvering around to sit at the edge of my bed. “No Destani,” I said with a roll of my eyes, "He'll explain when we get to his moms.” I moved toward my closet to retrieve a pair of shoes and smiled discreetly as I listened to the girls shifting around my room, preparing themselves to assist with Chris’s devious plan.

We trailed along behind Chris as if we were indeed on the set of a spy thriller. We were all alert and on the lookout for his mom, as the time was rapidly nearing six and she'd be arriving home soon. He led us down a darkened hall toward his bedroom and stopped once he approached the door. Slowly pushing it open, he stepped inside and we all followed. “Aww… I always did love your room Charlie.” Destani cooed as we moved into the large and tidy space. His room had always reflected his personality perfectly. Chris had always been one to express himself through the arts and the four walls of his bedroom displayed his talent like an eclectic museum. From a few of his favorite musician’s hand drawn in charcoal on canvas frames, to several varieties of graffiti style paintings… his style was one of a kind and innovative.

“Alight, if ya’ll could just grab like clothes and shit like that. I don’t really wanna take furniture or anything major because knowing my mama… she might file a lawsuit against my ass for stealing her shit.” He explained, moving toward his closet to retrieve two large duffle bags. “Chris, I’m so lost… where are we taking this stuff?” Destani asked. “Dez, I’m moving aiight. My mama found out about the baby and now…” Pausing to inhale a gust of air and releasing it exasperatedly… he shook his head, clenched his jaw, and tossed the bags down on the floor, “Now I’m moving.”

The room immediately washed over with silence and I peered at Chris as he nibbled at the corner of his bottom lip. With her motherly instincts kicking into full gear, Nalay stepped into place beside Chris and leaned against him to embrace him in a comforting hug, “Aw Chris I’m sorry. Do you at least have a place to go?” “Yeah… I have an apartment now so um… that’s where we’re taking this stuff.” He replied. I quickly slipped out of the way as Destani, Tameka, and Nalay surrounded him with hugs and praises for getting on his feet that quickly. I watched with exhilaration as I contemplated how blessed I was to not only have Chris in my life, but to be able to witness his evolution and transformation over the span of time I’d known him. He’d morphed from an angry, resentful little boy to such a thriving and established young man.

I quickly snapped back to reality as the girls finally moved to load up some of his belongings. I scooped up one of the empty duffle bags on the floor and headed for his dresser infamous for housing his tanks and basketball shorts. “Damn nigga!” I whipped around at the sound of Destani’s loud voice. There she stood with her arm raised high, near his nightstand close to the head of the bed… with a dangling row of small, golden packages in her hand.

Her eyes danced from the small square objects she gripped in her hand down into the open drawer of his nightstand “Strawberry, coca-cola, glow in the dark, fire and ice, and let’s not forget…” She refocused her stare on the objects in her hand before turning her gaze to Chris with a mischievous smirk, “… magnum?” She turned suddenly to face Tameka who’d plopped onto his bed with mirth “You might wanna get up Meka… I’m pretty sure that’s where they conceived the baby.”

Tameka rushed forward and nearly catapulted off the surface of the bed, causing the room to erupt into laughter as Chris stood proudly staring at Destani with his own impish smirk. He sauntered toward her, tossing an arm loosely over her shoulder as he reached around and slipped the golden wrappers out of her grasp “Don’t act like you’ve never seen a condom before baby.” “I mean I have, but shit homeboy… all these options! And magnum… Babyboy, I ain’t know it was like that.” She played into his humor as she reached back into the drawer and fiddled with the plethora of wrappers inside.

“And for your information, if any conceiving really did go down… it was in my truck.” He murmured knowingly and we all continued to laugh. “Damn freak… aye, let me use some of these flavored and fire and ice ones for real though.” Tameka said, shifting toward the open drawer and lunging her hand inside. With a shake of his head, Chris squinted and stared at her with his head cocked to one side “Use them with who Meka?” She smacked her lips and rolled her eyes theatrically “Nigga don’t play. You know this milkshake brings all the boys to my yard. I have hoes okay!”

“Yeah and when they see that your yard ain’t been trimmed, I bet all the boys run away.” Chris’s expression remained somber as Destani, Nalay, and I cackled loudly and Tameka stared at him with her mouth hanging open. She scoffed and slapped him on the arm “Fuck you Chris.” “Oh yes love, we can certainly do that… I mean we got the condoms, the bed, and even a live audience. What else do we need?” He asked, seductively pushing up against her with forged lust in his eyes. Tameka stared at him blankly before bursting into a fit of laughter “Chris you a damn fool!” With a shake of his head and a smile, he reached for a half full bag resting near his feet.

We continued to stuff the bags and load up several of his belongings, and by about five forty-five… we were done. “Alright, so we can take all this down to my truck and then I’ll take it over there.” Chris said. “Why we can’t go?” Destani asked. “I mean ya’ll can. I just figured you’d be too tired.” He replied. “Nah, we straight. I’m trynna see yo new crib nigga!” Destani exclaimed. With a chuckle, he snatched a full duffle bag from the floor and tossed it over his shoulder “Cool. Let’s go.“

What I thought would be a peaceful and scenic journey to the apartment quickly morphed into a small festival in the confines of Chris’s truck. With Young Thug’s Lifestyle blasting through the speakers, Chris and Tameka had managed to start a boisterous dance and freestyle battle. By the time Chris pulled into the apartment complex, we were all trying to control our laughter at their antics.

“Nigga I won that… you know I won that!" Tameka argued as she climbed down out of the backseat and stood squinting up at Chris. “You know what… I’ll let you think that Meka, but everybody in this truck knows who won that shit.” He said with a sly smirk as he moved past her toward his trunk. “Okay Breezy, alright. How about this… you give me a damn time and a location and I got you. You don’t wanna see me in a legit battle.” She exclaimed. “Meka, baby let it go,” Destani said, placing a hand on Tameka’s shoulder, “I’m not even gonna lie… he schooled your ass and the bad part is, the nigga was driving.” “Shut up Dez… Chris,” Tameka turned to glare at Chris, “I got you.” He lifted his hands and motioned for her to ‘bring it’ and we all laughed.

Following him to the back of the truck, we each grabbed a handful of his belongings to carry up to his apartment. Misjudging her own strength, Destani ended up with one of the two heaviest duffle bags while Chris lugged the other. “Chris… nigga you better get this damn bag before I drop it!” She exclaimed, struggling down the hall toward the elevator. With a sigh, he slowed in his tracks and turned to relieve Destani of the bag. Pulling it up onto his vacant shoulder, he silently faced forward and moved with ease down the hall as if the bags were as light as feathers.

“Dez, why would you do him like that? Nobody even told your ass to grab that bag,” Nalay fussed,” Here, get some of this stuff. You’re not about to walk empty handed.” “Nah… I’m straight.” Destani said with a smile as she trekked along. “Destani…” Nalay retorted in a firm voice and with a defeated sigh, Destani turned to snatch a few items out of Nalay’s hands.

Within a few minutes, we’d finally made it up to the third floor of the building and we stood behind Chris as he unlocked the door of his apartment. Pushing the door open with his foot, he stepped aside and granted us access to the open door of the space. I smirked inwardly as I listened to the girls gasp with excitement as they all ventured inside. “Damn nigga… this shit is lit.” Tameka noted, being the first to step through the doorway. “I know right. This is dope as hell! I’m not gonna lie, I was expecting to walk into some little hole in the wall, but this bitch is bad!” Destani blurted candidly.

Chris rolled his eyes impishly and with a gratified smirk, he moved down the hall toward his bedroom. Already having a complete tour of the unit under my belt, I offered to show them around the place while Chris put his things away in his bedroom. The girls ooh’d and ahh’d as I introduced them to each room and once we crossed into the master suite, they quickly veered into the restroom to find Chris in the oversized closet.

“Bro, I might have to come over here just to use this fucking bathroom… this shit is like amazing!” Destani exclaimed and I couldn’t help but giggle. They wondered around the spacious area just as I had the first night he’d brought me over… like curious little kids. “Dez wait you turning it too far,” Chris voiced and within a few seconds, his tone quickly escalated, “Destani! Get the fuck outta the bathroom before you break this shit!” Rushing out into the bedroom, Destani made her way toward me with a deep scowl as she glanced back over her shoulder “Damn, somebody is on their period tonight.”

With a shake of my head, I couldn’t help but laugh at the expression she held “What did you do?” “I was just trynna turn the faucet on, but I ain’t know the water wasn’t on yet, so when it didn’t come on I continued to turn the little shit thinking maybe the handle was just reacting slow or something.” She explained. “Well maybe you just shouldn’t touch anything else.” I suggested with a smirk. “Not if king divo in there is gonna freak the hell out again.” She said, easing toward the door and out into the hall with her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

Nalay and Tameka eventually made their way back into the front room with Destani… leaving Chris and I alone in empty space. He stepped out of the restroom with his hands tucked away into his pockets and released a deep sigh “I swear I shoulda just left them at your house.” “What makes you think I wanted them at my house… alone… free to tamper with any and everything while I’m not there.” I asked with a tone full of humor. “I don’t know man… they just can’t be doing all that shit here. I mean, I just got the place… haven’t even done a walk through yet!” He fussed.

“Well don’t stress. I know it’s your first place, but don’t let little things get to you. You should be excited right now, not worrying about the small things.” I said softly. With a smirk, he moseyed toward me and pulled his hands from the confines of his pockets “You know, I think that’s why I keep you around.” “Why?” I asked, batting my lashes at him with my arms crossed as he eased his hands down to my hips. “Because you know just what to say to make a nigga feel better.” He whispered. He leaned forward to close the gap between us and within seconds his plump lips were devouring my own. I instinctively uncrossed my arms and snaked my hands up over his hardened chest toward his broad shoulders, kneading at his chiseled abdomen along the way. My ears suddenly perked at the sound of Tameka and Destani’s loud voices cascading down the hall and it felt as if my heart plummeted into my stomach at the thought of them witnessing us in such a compromising position.

Chris tugged seductively at my bottom lip with his teeth, pulling back slowly before letting go and swiping his tongue out over his lips. A few more delayed seconds and we were sure to have been caught in the act… Destani and Tameka both stood in the doorway laughing at their own conversation and staring directly at Chris, who now stood calmly with his hands tucked away into his pockets.

“We just thought we would come get your permission to answer the door because someone is knocking.” Destani said. “Oh… you can open it…,” He paused, staring through squinted orbs at Destani, “Meka, you can open it.” “Whatever nigga.” Destani muttered as she raised a middle finger toward him as Tameka cackled loudly. They turned to move back down hall, with Chris and I trailing closely behind. Tameka reached to open the door and we all crowded around to stare at the girl who stood on the other side. She held a plate of cookies wrapped neatly in saran wrap as she beamed at us brightly.

“Hi… I’m Daynah… wow do you all live here?” She asked as her eyes scanned over each of us. Her traveling orbs halted immediately once she reached Chris and she openly stared at him, roving her gaze over his lofty frame. Her grin seemed to double once her twinkling eyes reached his face “Well aren’t you a lucky guy? You get to live with all these girls… how fun.” “I’m Chris,” He said, stepping forward and sticking his hand out to greet her,” I’m actually the only one who lives here.”

“Oh… well that’s cool,” She stated with a grin that never faded as her eyes lingered on his large hand that gripped hers, “Oh, where are my manners… these are for you all.” She pushed the plate of cookies toward Chris with one hand, still clutching his hand with the other. “Uh, thanks.” He muttered. “Anytime… I just sort of like to give my new neighbors a small welcome gift when I introduce myself and what better way to do that than with a fresh batch of cookies?” She giggled.

“Well, it was nice to meet you all,” She said, gazing at everyone before fixing her twinkling eyes back on Chris, “It was nice to meet you as well. If you ever need anything, I’m just down the hall.” “Alright and um… you know, the same to you. I’ll be all moved in next week… if you ever need anything.” He said, showcasing his million-dollar smile. With a single nod and a beaming smile, she stepped backwards away from the door “Well I guess I’ll talk to you later.” He nodded and tossed a hand up at her as she finally turned and sauntered away. "Interesting neighbors you got here Chris." Destani noted amusingly as she pushed the door shut and turned to face a still grinning Chris...

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tauruswiftie · 7 years

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i was tagged by @2k17rebrand to do the 92 truths thing ty!! ily!!! n yeah so that’s under the cut

THE LAST…

1. Drink: (my) mango milkshake (brings all the boys to the yard) 2. Phone call: ummm idk one of my parents prolly 3. Text message: “i might go to [REDACTED] (: in november or december idk (: for mun ;)” 4. Song you listened to: about the boy by little mix 5. Time you cried: i have no idea hshs HAVE YOU EVER…

6. Dated someone twice: no 7. Been cheated on: no 8. Kissed someone and regretted it: no 9. Lost someone special: yes 10. Been depressed: yeah 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: no

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

violet, blue-green (?), lemon yellow

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… 15. Made new friends: yes!! 16. Fallen out of love: not rlly 17. Laughed until you cried: YEAH hshsh 18. Found out someone was talking about you: YES hshs 19. Met someone who changed you: yes 20. Found out who your true friends are: :) sip sip.. yes 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: i don’t even have a fb

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I,, dont have fb 23. Do you have any pets: nope :( 24. Do you want to change your name: i wanna change my irl name yes 25. What did you do for your last birthday: my friend came ovr we had ice cream cake n played the sims it was fun also we ordered pizza 26. What time did you wake up: 3:30 pm 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: working on smth 28. Name something you cannot wait for: mun! 29. When was the last time you saw your mother: like.. 15 mins ago? 30. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: that i lived somewhere else 31. What are you listening to right now: nothing 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: umm the fact that im a Procrastinating Fool 34. Most visited website: in order: tumblr, youtube, ao3, insta, gmail

35. Elementary: it was... a time 36. High School: GOD i hate it 37. College/university: looking forward to it 38. Hair color: dark brown n the ends are brownish blonde 39. Long or short hair: medium 40. Do you have a crush on someone: a lady doesn’t kiss and tell ;) 41. What do you like about yourself: that im Resilient i guess

42. Piercings: i have my ears pierced 43. Blood type: i feel like someone’s gnna use this to stalk me so nope 44. Nickname: finny’s technically a nickname 45. Relationship status: single unfortunately :/ 46. Zodiac sign: taurus :) 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite tv show: parks and rec god 49. Tattoos: i don’t have any but i plan to 50. Right or left hand: right

FIRST…

51. Surgery: never gotten surgery 52. Piercing: ears like i said 54. Sport: if ballet counts then that? otherwise either karate or swimming 55. Vacation: malaysia! 56. Pair of trainers: who remembers this?

57. Eating: nothing ffs 58. Drinking: Nothing! 59. I’m about to: idk

60. Listening to: nothing...... 61. Waiting for: myself to finish smth

62. Want: to graduate 63. Get married: YES 64. Career: smth science-related

YOUR TYPE…

65. Hugs or kisses: kisses! 66. Lips or eyes: EYES 67. Shorter or taller: shorter :-) 68. Older or younger: uh no preference 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: arms god 71. Sensitive or loud: both/idc? 72. Hook up or relationship: relationshp but i wouldn’t mind a hookup 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker ;)

HAVE YOU EVER… 74. Kissed a stranger?: no 75. Drank hard liquor?: yes 76. Lost glasses contact/lenses: all the time, 77. Turned someone down: idk 78. Sex on first date: no 79. Broken someone’s heart: doubt it 80. Had your heart broken: lol yeah 81. Been arrested: nope 82. Cried when someone died: yes 83. Fallen for a friend: jhgshjs yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

84. Yourself: somewhat? 85. Miracles: a bit 86. Love at first sight: i think you can sort of have a Feeling but i don’t think you can LOVE someone at first sight 87. Santa Claus: no 88. Kiss on the first date: yes 89. Angels: in some way i suppose OTHER…

90. Current best friend’s name: theyre not on tumblr so uh what.. is the point of this 91. Eye color: brown

92. Favorite movie: tangled (2010) obviously

#im so boring shahhshgshsd #finny.txt

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thanatos-nightshade · 7 years

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Ok ok so i really need lance and hunk friendship fics. Like i need lance and hunk seeking each other when they cant sleep and just talking and like theres so many things they talk about. Some nights its about how they miss home and the things they miss. Sometimes they reminisce about good times and others they'll talk about what they just missed on earth like birthdays and such. One time lance asks if shiro ever talks to hunk outside of paladin business. Hunks kinda surprised but thinks and says no not really. Lance kinda replies just like "yeah me too" and then the subject changes. Sometimes theyll just chill together and when it gets really bad theyll sleep together like back when they were roommates at the garrison. On days where it's really bad theyre practically attached at the hip. Lance will follow hunk around or hunk will hang around with lance. One day when hunk was following lance around lance suggested that they explore the castle. They even attempted to make their own map. It didn't go too badly but it wasnt the best. Sometimes it'll be days before they talk again or hang out with each other. It gets really bad when tensions are high. When it's like that they'll sleep in the others room sometimes sneaking in when theyre already asleep just to let them know that they'll always be there for them. A while later, hunk tries to make casual conversation with shiro. Its awkward on both ends. When shiro asks what brought this up hunk explains that lance noticed how shiro doesn't really talk to them outside of paladin business so he wanted to try it out. Shiri takes it into consideration and tries to talk to them more. Pidge tries to talk to lance when hes hanging around hunk. Some days it works better than others. Some days he just sits in silence leaning against hunk as he asks for some tools. They try to be gentle towards him on these days because he looks like he'll break in one tap. Sometimes pidge will join in when its talk about families or lives back on earth. They had a really good conversation about family traditions and holidays. Pidge doesnt sleep over though. Pidge doesnt really sleep. One time lance did join pidge late at night in their room. He just sat there and watched them occasionally asking a question. When pidge kept yawning he got up to go sleep. Pidge went to sleep soon after. Keith is very confused about this. Especially on days when lance and hunk follow each other around and theres an odd sort of somber quiet. He doesnt know what to do so he metaphorically pokes at it with a stick. He'll ask questions and hes not the best at being gentle so its fairly blunt. "Whats wrong with you?" "Why are you so quiet?" "Where are you going?" "No complaints this morning?" "What are you doing?" "Why?" He's learned that if its too harsh he won't get a response. He's glad that they don't hurt so much to cause them to leave or cry. Through trial and error he learns which questions are more appropriate to ask. "Are you sad today?" "Rough night?" "Wanna talk about it?" "Do you need a hug?" "Do you need to be alone?" Most of these questions can be responded to by a nod or shake of the head. Hes slowly catching onto their body language. A hand up means not now. When they turn their head theyre uncomfortable and don't want to talk either about it or right now. Hunk gets fidgety when he has something on his mind. Both of them attempt to curl in on themselves. Sometimes lance is louder. His gestures are wilder, he laughs louder, his grin is bigger, he makes more suggestive comments, he cracks more jokes, he walks loudly, he announces himself when he enters a room. His hands also shake and his voice wavers or cracks. Keith can sometimes catch him alone during these times and as casually as possible he'll ask him whats up, how hes doing, if hes a dog or cat person, if he had a pet, such and such. Its usually a good way to ground him. He doesnt act with so much bravado after that. Hunk says that its like reminding him that he's human and not just a trope or something. Whatever that means. Coran and lance hang out often as well. Hunk doesnt know this surprisingly but if lance is feeling in a very particular mood- he misses home but doesnt want to talk about it, he feels useless but also cant feel anything, he feels so lost and confused it doesnt register whos room is whos- he'll seek out coran. Coran can talk on and on about altea. About the royal family. About anything. Lance takes all of this in and listens. He commits all of this to memory and relaxes as he envisions all of the things that corans talking about. When he opens his eyes and see how sad coran is he feels empathy towards him and they hug. He feels sad but at least hes feeling again. He understands a bit more about where he is. Its better. Its more difficult when both of them are in the slumps. They'll both be quietly attached to each other but then they'll break apart. Hunk will listen to pidge talk and lance will go be silent somewhere else. Sometimes keith will go seek him out. Allura doesnt have to do much but sometimes she'll see lance staring at her with a longing look and shes very confused. It isnt until a while later when the mice over hear that lance had a sister with hair like hers and that sometimes he'll see her instead of allura and how much he misses doing her hair or the products she would use. Allura doesnt know how to approach this though until she catches lances eye and he quickly turns away. She asks if somethings wrong and he shakes his head and goes to leave but she places a hand on his shoulder and tells him that if he ever needs anything that she'll gladly help in anyway she can. Lance says he'll think about it. A couple nights later he knocks on her door and asks if he can braid her hair. She falls asleep as he does it but she wakes up to the most intricate and beautiful hair style ever. Lance looks much better during breakfast and he smiles at her with a more gentler affectionate smile than before. Sometimes shiro will walk in on hunk and lance goofing around. For example, hunk lifting lance as if he were weights. Or lance and hunk pulling off the weirdest experiments like if gravity is reversed in the pool room will the water go to the floor? During that experiment he actually found keith and pidge with them. Hunk and lance have also made it their mission to provide sustenance to kaltenecker. Mostly for milkshakes. Lance proceeded to sing my milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard. Sorry i just need more hunk and lance friendship stuff

#voltron #lance #hunk #t-n talks

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billydmacklin · 6 years

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The Great Dirt-Moving Effort!

Every year it’s the same: I spend all winter being sad about the cold, and then spring and summer hit and I’m all like HOLD UP because that means I have to pick up where I left off with exterior work. The earlier I get to it the better because summers here are hot and muggy, but of course there are a finite number of hours in the day so the interior work slows way down. Which is sad, because the interior of my house is still…well, a work in progress, let’s say. A work in progress that’s occasionally frustrating to live in, that I have to force myself to de-prioritize during these warmer months because otherwise the exterior might, I dunno, get overtaken by weeds and die of neglect. Houses, man. Yards. They keep you busy. I do not recommend them if you value free time.

With so much work constantly happening both on the interior and exterior of the house, the backyard in particular has inched along veryyyy slowly. I’ve probably put more effort into the street-facing front and side gardens, primarily in the hope that a few decent-looking plants might distract from the…less charming aspects of my perpetually-being-renovated house. But the back? It’s basically a blank slate. I have a fence. I have some patchy grass. In terms of other amenities, my yard also offers a pile of chimney bricks, a steady supply of dog shit and toys laying around, a ton of irregular bluestone pieces, and a few scraggly plants I’ve stuck in the ground.

It’s not like I have acreage or anything, but I do have a really large yard for Kingston! It’s part of what I love about the house, but it’s also a lot to take care of. And a lot to figure out, because I want it to be a beautiful lush amazing (much more private!!!) paradise but I also find it kind of discouraging because of how much time and money I’ve already dumped into it.

Yes, you read that right. Those two pictures above are the products of thousands of dollars and hundreds of hours of hard work. CAN’T YOU TELL? DO YOU FEEL MOTIVATED YET?!?

I guess I know it could be worse, because oh boy has it been worse! Sometimes when I’m out here feeling so sad and dejected about my barren landscape, I have to remind myself of how the majority of the yard was asphalt when I bought this place! The whole yard was covered in snow the first time I saw the house, so this actually came as a surprise at the first or second walk-through, but at that point I was too in love with the house for a little blacktop to scare me off.

“We’ll just get it removed!” I proclaimed with confidence.

And it did get removed…to the tune of about $2,000, if memory serves, because I have refused to think about it since. YIKES. It took 5 full days and multiple backhoes and excavators to get it done. The thing I didn’t totally realize at the time is that under the asphalt would be a layer of large gravel (item #4, if you wanna get all technical about it), so you have to remove a lot of material to get back down to something resembling clean-ish dirt.

Like, a lot a lot. About TWENTY dump trucks worth.

At the end, they did what they could to flatten everything out and left this attractive scene, which soon started to fill in with weeds. Sure, I’ll take it!

Then it rained. And rained a few more times. And that area that had been covered with asphalt? Turned into a very large, shallow pond. Which, in the winter, turned into a sheet of ice. It’s a shame that depth gets so lost in photos because it really doesn’t portray how bad this was!

The lumpy piles of dirt behind Mekko is all the grass I excavated out of the front garden by hand and then rolled back here in a wheelbarrow. I adorably thought this would solve the problem or at least improve things, but the dent it made was…negligible.

A little while later, I transported a couple pick-up truck loads of dirt from Bluestone Cottage’s front yard, since that yard needed to be graded down and this one needed to be graded up. “This’ll fix it!” I thought to myself again.

Not remotely.

At this point, the availability of free solutions had seemed to run out, and with the new fence in place I really wanted to start getting the backyard in shape! So I stuck the plastic stakes from Lowe’s into the ground and attached a long length of neon pink nylon twine between them, pulling VERY taught. This helped me see where the lowest points were and build up as needed. I considered getting a delivery of soil, but the delivery was kind of expensive, and even with a soil calculator (like this one!), I didn’t feel confident that I had any idea how much I actually needed. I also liked the idea of bringing it into the yard in manageable chunks rather than having the landscaping place deposit a mountain-sized pile that I’d have to just chip away at, blocking my driveway until it was all gone. Hauling it myself seemed, at the time, to make a lot of practical sense.

Not that long before, I got a new car—a practical Subaru SUV. I kept saying that perhaps a pick-up truck would be a better investment at least for this period in my life when hauling large and heavy things is such a regular occurrence, but everyone in my life seemed to think this was patently ridiculous. So instead I got this utility trailer, the bed of which is slightly over 4×8 feet, meaning it’s perfect for drywall and plywood and lumber. I subsequently learned that the trailer is a complete pain in the ass, and difficult to steer in reverse, and in short order I managed to crunch both front corners of my bumper and a rearview mirror while trying to maneuver it. More recently the trailer became unhitched on a job site and smashed the trunk in, too. I hate that thing with the fire of a thousand suns. But also I need it. Because I didn’t buy the pick-up.

SO ANYWAY, now my still-new-ish car is super fucked and the trailer is not holding up annnnddddddd next time maybe I should listen less to those around me when it comes to my driving/hauling needs. It’s all very stupid. That’s not what we’re here to talk about though. We’re talking about the much more exciting topic of dirt.

I took my jacked up car with my jacked up utility trailer to a local landscaping place, where they sell fill dirt. Things like this (mulch, gravel, etc) are usually sold by the “yard,” which you can think of as a 3′ x 3′ x 3′ cube. There are different types of dirt—topsoil is higher quality and full of nutrients and shit like that, and lesser soils are cheaper and good for fill but not great for growing gardens and stuff. I decided to start with cheaper fill, and then finish off with a layer of better topsoil.

About 1 yard of fill fits in that trailer, or around 2,000 pounds, so thus commenced my new weekend tradition of getting as many loads into the yard as I could before it became either completely unbearable or the place closed. Because my trailer doesn’t have a hydraulic lift or anything fancy like that, I had to drive the trailer into the yard, climb in, unload the soil a shovel-full at a time, and then rake it out and level it.

Each time it seemed like SO MUCH DIRT and each time all that dirt barely made a dent.

So I kept having to go back to get more dirt.

Bring in the trailer, shovel it all out, spread, and go back for more. Did I mention how hot and muggy summers are here? This is the worst game I’ve ever played.

This was also getting expensive. A yard of fill from the landscaping place was about $45, so all of a sudden I’m spending literal hundreds of dollars and an obscene amount of effort to bring a bunch of crappy soil into my yard. THE JOYS OF HOMEOWNERSHIP!

After a couple weekends of this, I was bringing demolition debris of some variety to the dump, as I do. And then I saw something over yonder, in the distance.

Mounds. Mounds of dirt. JOE! TELL ME ABOUT THAT DIRT!

Joe is my friend at the dump. I like to bring him a milkshake if I go. Joe likes milkshakes.

Turns out, it’s county compost! From the county! Made at the dump! Literal garbage dirt! This is the dirt for meeeeeee!

It’s actually kind of cool—if you look closely at those mounds, on the far right there’s a pile of newly deposited branches and leaves and stuff. This is where the county’s yard waste bags end up, food scraps from the restaurant composting program, etc. There, they fester for a while, until enough of it has broken down to go into pile #2, and so on. Once it’s gone through this sequence, it goes into that red machine you see on the far left, which essentially grinds it up, breaking down any remaining branches or things that decompose slowly. Then it goes into another pile and continues to brew until somebody who might be me buys it. Cool. Gross. I like it.

Because it’s all compost, I assume this soil is actually much better than the soil I’d been getting, AND it was $35/ton (which is about a yard), so $10 cheaper than the landscaping place.

So I got a load.

Drive it home. Deposit the dirt. Spread the dirt. Go back again.

And again.

Also, again.

All told, I repeated this procedure THIRTY TIMES. Which means I moved, out of the trailer and into the yard by hand, roughly SIXTY THOUSAND POUNDS of dirt. Just dirt. It was SO much more than I anticipated.

This has to be the least satisfying way I have ever managed to blow through more than a thousand dollars. I stopped keeping track because it was just too depressing.

BUT HARD WORK PAYS OFF! JUST LOOK AT THIS OASIS I CREATED! It just feels like such a SANCTUARY from the outside world and…oh wait, sorry wrong slide. That’s Bunny William’s garden.

LOOK AT THIS OASIS I CREATED! LUSH! VERDANT! A TRUE OUTDOOR LIVING SPACE FIT FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY!

Fortunately this is not a current picture, and things have improved somewhat steadily since that time. I’ve been terrible about sharing backyard progress, I think because I keep waiting for some part of it to look great. And what am I going to do, write a whole post about…moving 30 tons of dirt?

Then I decided that’s exactly what I’ll do, because progress is progress. No lie, it BLOWS that it took this much time and effort and money to get to this very barren depressing square 1, but a lot of landscaping work (hell, renovation work!) is a very long slog that only starts to feel good when all that slow progress accumulates to something that finally feels worthwhile. We have a couple of summers worth of work to catch up on, though, so in lieu of stunning After! images that are realistically probably a decade away, let’s just try to enjoy this whole process for the grueling and occasionally exciting operation that it is! I guess.

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interiorstarweb · 6 years

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The Great Dirt-Moving Effort!

Yes, you read that right. Those two pictures above are the products of thousands of dollars and hundreds of hours of hard work. CAN’T YOU TELL? DO YOU FEEL MOTIVATED YET?!?

“We’ll just get it removed!” I proclaimed with confidence.

Like, a lot a lot. About TWENTY dump trucks worth.

At the end, they did what they could to flatten everything out and left this attractive scene, which soon started to fill in with weeds. Sure, I’ll take it!

Not remotely.

Each time it seemed like SO MUCH DIRT and each time all that dirt barely made a dent.

So I kept having to go back to get more dirt.

Bring in the trailer, shovel it all out, spread, and go back for more. Did I mention how hot and muggy summers are here? This is the worst game I’ve ever played.

After a couple weekends of this, I was bringing demolition debris of some variety to the dump, as I do. And then I saw something over yonder, in the distance.

Mounds. Mounds of dirt. JOE! TELL ME ABOUT THAT DIRT!

Joe is my friend at the dump. I like to bring him a milkshake if I go. Joe likes milkshakes.

Turns out, it’s county compost! From the county! Made at the dump! Literal garbage dirt! This is the dirt for meeeeeee!

Because it’s all compost, I assume this soil is actually much better than the soil I’d been getting, AND it was $35/ton (which is about a yard), so $10 cheaper than the landscaping place.

So I got a load.

Drive it home. Deposit the dirt. Spread the dirt. Go back again.

And again.

Also, again.

This has to be the least satisfying way I have ever managed to blow through more than a thousand dollars. I stopped keeping track because it was just too depressing.

BUT HARD WORK PAYS OFF! JUST LOOK AT THIS OASIS I CREATED! It just feels like such a SANCTUARY from the outside world and…oh wait, sorry wrong slide. That’s Bunny William’s garden.

LOOK AT THIS OASIS I CREATED! LUSH! VERDANT! A TRUE OUTDOOR LIVING SPACE FIT FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY!

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billydmacklin · 6 years

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The Great Dirt-Moving Effort!

Yes, you read that right. Those two pictures above are the products of thousands of dollars and hundreds of hours of hard work. CAN’T YOU TELL? DO YOU FEEL MOTIVATED YET?!?

“We’ll just get it removed!” I proclaimed with confidence.

Like, a lot a lot. About TWENTY dump trucks worth.

At the end, they did what they could to flatten everything out and left this attractive scene, which soon started to fill in with weeds. Sure, I’ll take it!

Not remotely.

Each time it seemed like SO MUCH DIRT and each time all that dirt barely made a dent.

So I kept having to go back to get more dirt.

Bring in the trailer, shovel it all out, spread, and go back for more. Did I mention how hot and muggy summers are here? This is the worst game I’ve ever played.

After a couple weekends of this, I was bringing demolition debris of some variety to the dump, as I do. And then I saw something over yonder, in the distance.

Mounds. Mounds of dirt. JOE! TELL ME ABOUT THAT DIRT!

Joe is my friend at the dump. I like to bring him a milkshake if I go. Joe likes milkshakes.

Turns out, it’s county compost! From the county! Made at the dump! Literal garbage dirt! This is the dirt for meeeeeee!

Because it’s all compost, I assume this soil is actually much better than the soil I’d been getting, AND it was $35/ton (which is about a yard), so $10 cheaper than the landscaping place.

So I got a load.

Drive it home. Deposit the dirt. Spread the dirt. Go back again.

And again.

Also, again.

This has to be the least satisfying way I have ever managed to blow through more than a thousand dollars. I stopped keeping track because it was just too depressing.

BUT HARD WORK PAYS OFF! JUST LOOK AT THIS OASIS I CREATED! It just feels like such a SANCTUARY from the outside world and…oh wait, sorry wrong slide. That’s Bunny William’s garden.

LOOK AT THIS OASIS I CREATED! LUSH! VERDANT! A TRUE OUTDOOR LIVING SPACE FIT FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY!

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billydmacklin · 6 years

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The Great Dirt-Moving Effort!

Yes, you read that right. Those two pictures above are the products of thousands of dollars and hundreds of hours of hard work. CAN’T YOU TELL? DO YOU FEEL MOTIVATED YET?!?

“We’ll just get it removed!” I proclaimed with confidence.

Like, a lot a lot. About TWENTY dump trucks worth.

At the end, they did what they could to flatten everything out and left this attractive scene, which soon started to fill in with weeds. Sure, I’ll take it!

Not remotely.

Each time it seemed like SO MUCH DIRT and each time all that dirt barely made a dent.

So I kept having to go back to get more dirt.

Bring in the trailer, shovel it all out, spread, and go back for more. Did I mention how hot and muggy summers are here? This is the worst game I’ve ever played.

After a couple weekends of this, I was bringing demolition debris of some variety to the dump, as I do. And then I saw something over yonder, in the distance.

Mounds. Mounds of dirt. JOE! TELL ME ABOUT THAT DIRT!

Joe is my friend at the dump. I like to bring him a milkshake if I go. Joe likes milkshakes.

Turns out, it’s county compost! From the county! Made at the dump! Literal garbage dirt! This is the dirt for meeeeeee!

Because it’s all compost, I assume this soil is actually much better than the soil I’d been getting, AND it was $35/ton (which is about a yard), so $10 cheaper than the landscaping place.

So I got a load.

Drive it home. Deposit the dirt. Spread the dirt. Go back again.

And again.

Also, again.

This has to be the least satisfying way I have ever managed to blow through more than a thousand dollars. I stopped keeping track because it was just too depressing.

BUT HARD WORK PAYS OFF! JUST LOOK AT THIS OASIS I CREATED! It just feels like such a SANCTUARY from the outside world and…oh wait, sorry wrong slide. That’s Bunny William’s garden.

LOOK AT THIS OASIS I CREATED! LUSH! VERDANT! A TRUE OUTDOOR LIVING SPACE FIT FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY!

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