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prettygirl-gabi · 9 months

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Round two

Rating: Mature

Warning: oral (f reseving) drunk but not so drunk sex, unprotected sex, creampies, smutty- fluff (at the end), breeding, hair pulling,LET ME KNOW WHAT IVE MISSED!!

Category:F/M

Fandom: ATEEZ (boyband)

Relationships: !Idol-boyfriend Mingi x black intended!f non-idol reader

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you grab his hand before he can board the plane “ promise me you won’t forget about us” he squeezes your hand “of course i won’t forget, how could you even say something like that” you look up at him “i’ll be 7,000 miles away” he gives you a kiss on the hand “and 7,000 miles doesn’t mean a damn thing when you have love like ours." This was said when the two of tou first met, but now you have a shared home.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

“what are you thinking about” mingi is resting his head on your stomach looking up at you, you smile at him “nothing, just thinking about us”.

he sits up to give you a kiss “i love you so much baby” you give him a kiss back “and i love you t-“ you're interrupted by his phone ringing.

he gives you an apologetic smile “just one minute baby i’ll be right back” you playfully frown “we said no phones this weekend, just because you’re an idol doesn’t me you can break our rules”.

he gives you a tap on the thigh “and just because you’re my baby doesn’t mean you can be bossy, we both know i’m the boss hmm?”

you roll my eyes then mock him “yeah, We BoTh KNow iM tHe BoSS” he gives you a pointed look “i’m just kidding”.

he smirks “yeah and i’m just gonna edge you for the rest of the night” you sit back against the headboard with a frown “that’s not funny” he looks at his phone “i wasn’t joking baby please continue if you wanna find out, i’ll be back”.

before you can get another word out he steps out the room, you pull your phone out and scroll through tiktok.

about 10 minutes later he comes back into the room “oh don’t worry baby it’ll just be one minute, one minute my ass mingi” he sighs “i’m sorry baby, i was speaking with management about the music bank…they’re moving our time up”.

before you can say anything else “don’t look at me like that we’re still gonna have our week together, i promise” he pulls me into a kiss.

you give him a small smile “ok, well since i have you back what do you want to do”.

he plops down on the bed with a sigh “i would LOVE to have my head buried between your thighs but i’ll settle for netflix if i have to”.

“ugh, i don’t wanna watch netflix they barely have any good shows or movies” he snaps his fingers “how about we play twister” you giggle thinking that he’s joking “wait, you’re being serious” he nods his head.

“you get the game set and i’ll get the snacks” you squeal and jump out the bed to get the game set from the linen closet. by the time you get to the living room mingi’s setting out the drinks and food “baaabe” he smiles at me “what?" "Can we make twister romantic too”. "Yeah, sure but looser does what winner wants for two weeks."

You gasp, "but that's not fair you got tour in like a week". Mingi booped your nose "it's all good, just remember I'm the boss." You poke your lip out for a second before getting serious again "Seriously Gi, fine I guess that's fine."

After turning on your shared Spotify Playlist and getting into even more "comfortable" clothes. "Wow, baby can I just eat you up instead" Mingi winked as he pulled you close by your hips. "Hmm, nope you can prepare yourself for this ass whoopin'." You felt a sting to your ass when you walk to your side of the mat. "Yeah nah."

As the evening pass you both decide to turn up the heat by making a few rounds of the game strip twister, by the time the 6th bottle of soju was a quarter from being empty the room was full of giggles you both only in boxers and a pair of lace panties that some how matched. "Mimi I'm gonna kick your ass." You say just before your bum takes a hit to the floor due to Mingi using his free hand to tickle the back of your thigh with.

"Ha I won, because I'm.. I'm the boss." You fold your arms and pout as you stay on your back "No more like you cheated." Mingi just shook his head and laid his body on yours with his head on your lower abdomen region. "Mmm sure but you still fell off the mat baby, so I win and now I must do as I please with you."

You may have been drunk but you knew, you had known since the third round with you had to slip your bra off and you noticed Mingi's cock getting hard in his pants, but that did do justice to how wet your panties were since you witnessed his take his sweatpants off with one hand to keep his balance.

He turned his head from the side and proped himself on his hands and knees gently locking his fingers with the sides of your panties, only to pull them and let go. "Hey, don't rip these like the last pair." You call out to him as he took the time to lower his head just in front of your clothed pussy and blowing cold air to the wet spot. "Mmm fuck baby so wet just like me." He kissed the spot for taking his tongue and licking you through your panties. You let out a needy moan "i need you Mingi," you mumbled through the moan.

He let out the most cockiest smirk and use his teeth to pull your panties off of course with the help of your raising your hips. He came up with your hands hands on his face as he buried his head in the crook of your neck leaving wet kissed and hickies all over your skin. "Shh, I know baby," he mumbled into your skin.

You let out more moans as your raise you now fully free pussy onto Mingi's fully hard cock. "Mmm baby, please, can't wait." You mumbled one more time."

You let out a loud gasp and Mingi decided to return back to your pussy and eat you like tou were his last meal. His tongue some how always found new places inside of you to explore. You gripped his freshly dyed and cut oreo styled hair as he rubbed his nose deeper into your clit. "Mmm baby..baby m'gonna cum on you tongue." You mewl out in an euphoric moan. Mingi hummed into your pussy as he pushed his tongue deeper deciding lst minute to use his fingers causing you to arch your back as you released in his mouth and leaving him to lap all of your juices hungrily.

Mingi let out a fit of moans and groans as he came up to kiss you letting you take your self from his tongue. He kissed one last time before using one of his hands to steady cock into you with his head resting now in the crook of your neck. Once he was fully buried deep inside of your pussy he came up your face and kissed you messily and yet gently. You let out a few small whines leaves from the back of throat. "Fuck baby, Mingi m'so full. You're making me feel so full." You whine out more as you tangle your fingers inthe nap of his neck where the ends of his oreo hair cut stops.

"Yeah baby and you're taking my cock so well, m'gonna miss this when I go on tour. Gonna miss how good I make you feel around my cock." He said in between grunts as he starts to rock his hips faster into your pussy. "Mmm baby wanna ride you, please...please let me." You asked as you bit your lip whole clenching around Mingi's cock.

With all his strength he flipped the both of you over you now on top and him still buried deep inside you. With the now torn twister paper under him. You let out a gasp feeling his cock go even deeper than before. "Oh..mmm ride me good baby, c'mon I know you can." Mingi says and he thrusts his hips into yours. You rock your hips and a fast and steady pace feeling your clit hit the hair on his happy trail. "Mmm s'big Ming, s'good.... you makin me feel so good." With this reassurance Mingi wrapped his arms around your waist pulling forward into his chest and taking one of his hands and tangling his fingers into your fresh but not so fresh box braids and gently tugging causing you to let out a long moan.

"Mmm such a good slut taking my cock the way that just drives us both crazy, but I need you to cum for me as hard as you can on my cock baby; then make me cum, yeah." He said as he pistol his hips into you more faster hitting your g-spot every single thrusts. "Oh..oh fuck Mingi..Mingi m'gonna cum for you.. mmm gonna let you fill me with your babies." You say as you clench around his cock each time your hips meet.

He hold you as close as the two of you can get while being so close to your orgasm. "Yeah gonna make you a momma, and keeping fucking you till we can't make anymore, now cum with me baby..cum for me my love. Give me another one yeah" Mingi said as you shook with pleasure as you both rode out your highs with Mingi's cum still shooting into you. "Oh, baby-" "shhh, baby just relax for me" Mingi cut you off as he staying in you. You shiver from pleasure and being slightly cold. "Think you can stand long enough for me to get off the floor so we can take a bath." You nod your head as he helped you stand only for him to pick you up bridal style.

"I'm serious about making you a momma, Y/n, and making you Mrs. Song Y/n. So what I want as my prize is to fuck you til the day I leave for tour, and foe you to take as many test while I'm gone." He whispered in your ear befor kissed the side of you head. All you could do was blush. "Deal, baby I'll take it." You kissed his jaw and leaned to his ear. "Round two right here, right now."

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milesandcorysupermacy · 4 months

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MILES MINI HEADCANNON #1

-I feel like Miles definitely tries to learn different things that make you feel special

-For him he definitely wants to do the little things that drive you crazy

-Ex...

-Wearing the cologne that he knows you like the most

"You smell good, bae. You gotta keep wearing this." "Thank you, my Mami bought it." "But, isn't that the one I bought?" "Exactly, ma."

-Looking at you a certain way while you're talking

"I'm mad, Miles! Ain't nobody told me nothing! How was I supposed to know that Cory was gonna be at dreamcon? Plus..." You continued yapping about...comic con? Miles really didn't know. All he knew was that he was looking at pretty much the prettiest girl he's ever seen. He let you continue ranting, looking you up and down, nodding, maintaining the most attractive eye contact possible. He continued doing this until you couldn't take it anymore! "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" "Nothing, just....just keep talking."

-Having a playlist that he shares with you that has specific love songs that he thinks describes your guys' love

"No, I'm serious, Mami. I'll let you go through my spotify. We're just not going through my drawings. Those are...private" "Fine, Morales. But, I'm gonna see those drawings of me sooner or later." "Mhm" He says before handing you his phone. You open the spotify app and see lots of playlists that he has. There are some with interesting names such as 'Rage Room', 'Oldies 👴🏾', 'If I was a bad bitch 🤩', 'Swae Lee's Best Hitsss', and 'THAT nigga'. But the one that REALLY grabbed your attention was 'Her 😁🫶🏾'. It had songs such as 'Don't' by Bryson Tiller, 'Spin Bout U' By Drake ft 21 savage, 'Heaven Can Wait' by Michael Jackson, and 'Honesty' by Pink Sweat$. "Aw, Miles. You made a playlist for me?" "Uh-" He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and smiled. "Yea, mami. I guess I did."

This was ittttttt, lemme know if it's good. I'll accept constructive criticism!

#earth 1610 miles morales x reader #coryxkenshin #atsv #across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales headcanons #black reader #miles x black reader

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rerefundslocals · 1 year

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Do it right j.jk

Summary : tip toeing has never gotten you anywhere, and with your undying crush for your roommate, you definitely aren't tip toeing through it too.

>>pairing : Jungkook x fem!reader

>>trope : roommates to lovers

>>genre : tiny angst, fluff, tiny ahh smut

>>word count : 1.7k

>>warnings/tags : softkoo, teasing, makeout sesh, dry humping, cumming through panties and briefs, mention of jungkooks legs, confessions, some attempt at poetry?.., they're cute.

a/n - uhh I'm trying to get descriptive as possible with my writing, but for now, here's something from jungkooks part 1 live!! And just little side comment. Set me free pt 2?!?!? Makes me wanna write for Jimin😭. Uhm anyways enjoy and feedback is very encouraging and I want it so much, so please don't be shy. (Not proof read)

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"Too cold or too hot?"

"Just right, Kook."

Sitting in your shared living room, you and your roommate sit discussing the weather.

"Right?! Thank heavens this weather isn't boiling or freezing us to death." Jungkook exaggerates, while standing up to head to the kitchen.

His legs are on display today as he sports a Nike short and a black shirt, hair ridden as it frames his pretty face. Though you won't tell him.

"Yup." You reply, popping your p.

Your head is tilted to the side as you try to peak at Jungkook, and see what he is doing in the kitchen. He looks like he's pouring a drink for you both as your ears recieve the sound of two glasses hitting the countertop and you lick your lips at the though of the drink. Your cravings for jungkooks treat sitting at the back of your mind.

Both you and Jungkook have been roommates for about 4 years and oh has it been the most tempting years of your life.

While you try to avoid your feelings, You're completely oblivious of Jungkooks own.

Well mainly cause, he'll like to bring his hookups in the apartment and fuck them dizzy till morning while you quietly sob cause you're in that deep.

But they'd be gone by morning. The feelings, you mean. Atleast you try to rid them by getting hookups as well, and damn, they dont work. You'll be thinking of Jungkook during a makeout sesh, and it completely throws you off.

Why did you fall for him again? Why can't he like you back? And why is it yout goddamn roommate of four years?

All these questions play like a song playing on loop on your Spotify playlist. Haunting you on and on.

And this song. It never stops. As hard as you try to pause the song, to stop the song, or move on to the next song. It is nearly impossible and it pisses you off.

Because you just wanna play the next song. You wanna think of something different.

Maybe the sun and how bright it is, or the stars and how glowy they are or even think of what to eat Tommorow. But it is almost impossible with that same damn song playing in your mind and worst part ever?

You aren't fucking bored of it.

The glass in front of you and Jungkooks voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

"You're zoning out an awfall lot, Princess." He teases, but lowkey serious.

"O-Oh right, Thanks, Kook." You reply, completely letting the petname pass off as normal.

Jungkook moves closer to you out of instinct as one of his hands come up to fix your sundress strap that was falling off.

You cough slightly, "Thank you, Kook." He only nods and lays his head on your bare shoulder right after taking a sip of his iced coffee.

"Tell me what's on your mind." He prods.

What is on your mind? Could possibly be him. But you won't tell him that.

"A date I have tonight." You blurt. Well it's not entirely a lie, but Mya did invite you for this double date with strangers she found on tinder.

To be fair, she thought it'd be fun.

Jungkook bluffs as he sits up. "You? A date? Since when?"

"Oh why do you care?" You spit. Unintentionally being mean.

"I was just joking, chill. And it was a simple question, ____." You render in your head, that yeah it was a simple question and you're just so fucking sensitive, because you have a big fat crush on Jungkook. Emphasis on the fat.

"Right. I lowkey don't wanna go though." You mumble, but Jungkook catches it.

"Stay with me then. We can ball out on the Whiskey and watch some John Wick before the new one comes out. And when it does, watch it with me. On me. I'll pay for everything." He says, eyes daring into yours as he finishes, tongue toying with his lip piercing.

When you dint respond for almost a minute. Jungkooks tattooed hand reaches out to touch your bare thigh, caressing it softly to gain your attention. "Mmh,Princess. What ya' think?"

Stuttering, "oh yeah right, that's perfect. I'll text Mya to cancel." You respond.

Jungkooks hand never leaves your thigh as he continues to caress it while you scramble for your phone that's next to you, to send Mya a quick text.

Your mind is wobbly and all over the place as you text Mya. Jungkooks hand distracting the shit out of you.

You : Hey, Babes. I'm sooooooo sorry but Junhkook lowkey making a move rn and I'm canceling on that date 😓 pls don't kill me. Atleast you can have a threesome tonight!!😟🕺🏾🕺🏾

After sending your informing but long text, Mya quickly responds the second you do.

Mya <3!! : I hate u😟 but have fun m'lady😓💕

You chuckle at the text, almost forgetting Jungkooks hand laying on your thigh.

Settling your phone down, you mumble an 'excuse me' to Jungkook as you stand up to get the Whiskey in the cabinet.

"Bring the cheap one!" Jungkook shouts from the living room. And from where you are, you can see him scrolling on his phone, a small smirk playing on his lips.

A mischievous like smirk. Probably looking through his next hookups text messages.

You ignore the feeling of jealousy in your heart. Shaking off the bitter feeling as you bend over to grab the Whiskey at the back. The furthest the cheapest.

You grab two Whiskey glasses and head over to the living room. Settling everything down, you swiftly lean back as your hair shadows your face and you do your best to move It away.

You both go through a whole hour of silence and making some small comments about the movie you're watching, while balling out on the Whiskey.

Never abruptly stopping with the Whiskey, you both end up finishing a whole bottle, and immediately after that, Jungkook gets up to get the second bottle.

This the 3rd hour. Second movie. More silence, yet so silently, little do you know what plays in Jungkooks mind.

"You didn't tell me you were into tattoos." Jungkook breaks the silence.

Taking a seat and handing him his glass of Whiskey after pouring what seems to both of your 10th glass you softly sigh. "Well I am. And how do you know this?" You question with furrowed brows.

"Your Instagram. And you've never expressed that love for my tats." He smirks.

"Y-you saw my insta?" You breathlessly ask. Feeling a wave of shock come over you. He was fucking Smirking at your Instagram.

He nods, "yeah. It's sexy."

That tickles your pussy. And feeling bold enough, you play along as you slowly take a sip of your Whiskey, finger seductively rubbing the rim of the glass.

"Oh yeah? How sexy?" You question.

Jungkook moves closer and grabs the glass from you, "the fact that it's you. That's sexy enough." He finishes, placing the whisky on the coffee table.

"Are you drunk?" You ask. Ignoring his comment.

"Takes more than that to make drunk. Why? You think I'll regret this?" He softly sighs ; moving closer to you, he grabs your waist and settles your body on his lap. Hands rubbing your waist.

Truth is, you do think he'll regret this. But you shake your head no. Maybe if he just fucked you, all the feelings would leave.

And you'd be free from the looped song that continues to play.

Lips hovering yours, you lean in closer, hands placed on his rigid shoulder.

Jungkook abruptly turns his head to the side, and your heart aches.

"Be honest. Did you think I'd regret this?"

You whisper an audible, "yes."

His lips encase yours for a long peck, that feels loving and reassuring.

"Trust me, I really have a thing for you. That typa shit that makes me wanna do what couples in New York do. Show everyone that you're mine and I'm yours. I have for the longest time."

You almost feel dizzy at his confession. Not because you refuse to believe it's real, you've wanted this to be real for the longest. It just now occurred to you that he felt the exact same way.

As your way of responding, your lips land on his for a sweet kiss that he leads. Really soft smacks of you both kissing resounding in the room.

You briefly pull away after a minute of kissing, "I like you, too." You shyly mumble.

Out of embarrassment, you bury your face in his chest and Jungkook chuckles above you and you know this because his chest rumbles.

"You're so cute." He whispers, fingers playing with your ear, and you smile up at him, meeting his smile as well. Drunken but he's not really that drunk.

Your eyes lazily shut and you cuddle closer into him.

"____," He starts and you pay him attention as you lean up. "Can I please be your boyfriend?" He asks. Hands holding yours like a delicate flower. Your favorites even.

You giggle and that makes his heart skips a beat. Who would've thought the sound of your laughs would make his heart smile so much.

"Yes, Jungkook. You can. I'd love that so much."

He smiles and it almost reaches his ear but you attack him with a kiss, sloppily making out with your Boyfriend, and his hands come up to caress your him, guiding you to grind on his prominent bulge.

"Argh- fuck, just like that." He props of your mouth, leaning to kiss up your neck as you grind on him with force, making yourself incredibly wet, that it soaks right through your floral lacey thong, soiling Jungkooks expensive Shorts.

You go about dry humping him. Hoping to cum that way.

The moans in the room.are synced and ragged and broken up as Jungkook grinds up into you, hoping to find his release as well.

You finally cum in your panties, head coming down onto Jungkooks shoulder as he shoots into his briefs, releasing as well.

"Oh, God." You muffle in his shoulder, feeling lightheaded from all the alcohol and energy put into humping.

Chuckling, "you Okay, sweetie?" Jungkook questions.

You would've answered simultaneously, but you're Slumped and deep into your sleep already.

Jungkook notices this when he tries to get a view of you above him.

"So pretty." He murmurs at your sleepikg figure,placing a loving peck on your forehead after moving his sweaty hair from his face and you're both loudly snoring after that.

In your mind, you're really glad that you were able to get rid of the looped song.

~♥︎~

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mad4turtles · 1 year

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I'm not sure if you're still doing writing requests, but I really loved your oneshot about Leo coming out to Splinter - it brought a few tears to my eyes thinking about my own coming out experience :') if you want, could you maybe do something about Mikey giving Usagi "The Shovel Talk"? It doesn't have to be serious, I just thought it'd be funny if Mikey went all Dr. Delicate Touch while Leo tries not to die in the background. Hope you have a good day/night! :D

I'm so sorry this took FOREVER to get out, I went through several drafts before I finally had to say it was fine XD Hope you enjoy :3

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First Impressions (Part 2)

Miyamoto Usagi has become a regular guest in the Hamato household.

After introductions went about as smoothly as one could expect—Splinter warring between outrage and panic and glee that his Baby Blue was dating, and the rest of the family stunned that Leo actually has game (or maybe Usagi is just as dumb as he is)—the clan don't go long without seeing him wandering the lair, usually side by side with Leo.

In hindsight, that makes the death glares Donnie drills into the back of the rabbit's head make much more sense, but that's another issue.

Apparently, they'd been together three weeks before the introductions, and Mikey believes it. Just yesterday, he'd caught them through the crack of Leo's open bedroom door sitting together on the bed, sharing a pair of earbuds as Leo shuffled through his Spotify playlist, letting Usagi in on his atrocious taste in music.

“Hey, glam-rock is the shit,” Leo nudged Usagi's shoulder. “And you can't talk when all you listen to is J and K Pop, classical, country and Lofi.”

“Shut up, baka kappa,” Usagi nudged him back, grinning wide and showing off the buck front teeth that Leo found adorable. “Classical is thought-provoking, good for meditation. And I'll have you know Lofi is calming, something you never are about anything ever.”

“Okay, I will allow that just this once but you cannot defend country or K Pop—”

“Contrary to popular belief, not all of your western music is about human Christian values, tractors or drinking—in fact, give me your phone, I'll show you my jazz playlist—”

“No!” Leo pulled his arm up, holding his phone out of Usagi's reaching paws even as the rabbit clambered over him. “Knowing you it'll be some awful jazz-lofi remix or somehow have Catholicism involved, people are getting creative in converting the masses—ow! No, get away from me—!”

“Your music sucks! You must be properly educated! Jazz is soothing for the soul!”

“But Queen! David Bowie! Prince!”

“All of the Hidden City knows you're gay, Leonardo, you don't have to blast it on speaker, too!”

“You attack me?! I let you into my house! I trusted you!”

“Gankona baka! Kōfuku shite horobiro!”

“Conejito idiota! ¡Fuera de mi trasero!”

They'd tousled for a bit before falling over on the bed and giving into giggles, barely any space between them. Leo's cheeks were flushed, his eyes bright and his grin a wide, dopey thing. Usagi called him a fool and nuzzled his nose against Leo's, earning a delighted chirp from the slider, and it was the happiest Mikey had seen him in months.

He's so in love it's gross. Mikey means that in the best way.

And Usagi seems like a nice guy. A really nice guy.

But they've been fooled by a pretty face and flowery words before. Last time, Leo had to bail them out. This time, Leo is too high up on cloud nine; he won't notice the danger until it's too late, and the fallout will be devastating.

Leo is strong, the strongest of them all as far as Mikey's concerned, in little ways they've never noticed until he'd showed them all by locking himself in hell with a demon. He's faced bigger, scarier things than any teenager—any person—ever should. But relationships? Dating? Being vulnerable with another person, opening your heart and trusting that person to take care of it, and in turn care for theirs? That's a beast of a different calibre.

Heartbreak happens to everyone; it's just how life is, and ignoring the ugly truth of it serves no one. Leo had barely survived his physical body breaking under metal fists driven by hatred and mindless bloodlust. Mikey doubts even he, with all that strength he possesses in spades that have carried him through some of the worst moments of their lives, would last long with a wound that deep.

Mikey loves him too much to let that happen.

(That, and he really doesn't want to kill Usagi, bail costs a lot, and not even Donnie has that much in his many wired accounts.)

So the trio meet up in Donnie's lab late one night and make a plan.

Miyamoto Usagi is gonna learn what'll happen if he messes with the Hamato clan.

~0o0~

A week later, Mikey corners Usagi at the front door.

The samurai in training doesn't startle when he drops from the ceiling or flinch at the smile that would have his brothers running for the hills. He smiles back, adjusting the duffle bag on his shoulder.

“Hello, Michelangelo. Nice of you to drop in,” he says, completely straight, and Mikey kind of wants to die. Leo did say they've been dating for a while. More than enough time for him to be a horrible influence on the otherwise straight (ha) laced samurai.

“Hey, Usagi! Here to see Leo?” Mikey asks like it's not obvious.

Still, Usagi nods. “That I am. We'd talked about some traditional Japanese snacks he hasn't tried before, so I bought some from the marketplace near my home.” He unzips his bag to let Mikey peek inside. “I'd be happy to share some with you and your brothers. I may have over-purchased.”

Mikey is dazzled by the array of absolutely delicious-looking snacks—including mango-flavoured mochi, oh be still his heart—but he shakes his head. Focus. Leo's heart and Usagi's continued existence depend on it. “That's great, Usagi, but I'm good for now. Actually, we gotta talk with you real quick before you see your boy. May I take your bag?”

Usagi blinks at him. “Oh. Um. Certainly?” He zips the bag up and shrugs it off, handing it to Mikey, and damn, he wasn't kidding. Did he buy out the whole store?

Mikey shoulders the bag and smiles. “Perfect! Now, stay still so Donnie doesn't accidentally knock you out.”

“Okay—wait, what—?”

Donnie drops from the ceiling and shoves a pillowcase over Usagi's head.

And as Mikey expects, Usagi doesn't immediately struggle or fight: he freezes, an innate rabbit instinct kinda like how Mikey retreats into his shell. He almost feels bad for exploiting that weakness. Almost, because it gives Raph enough time to grab him in his massive arms, pick him up and carry him off to the atrium. Mikey and Donnie follow behind, the latter wearing an unsettling grin that tells Mikey he's enjoying this far more than he should.

Blindfolded and trapped in Raph's solid grip. Usagi doesn't panic. Though his voice carries a twinge of worry when he says, “Is this a game? Am I being kidnapped? Did Leonardo put you up to this?”

“All will be revealed in good time,” Donnie says with a chuckle meant to sound ominous but it comes off as dorky. “Just relax, don't ask any questions and everything shall run smoothly and without the removal of a thing attached to another thing, like your head from your neck.”

“Alright?” Usagi says. Mikey bumps his hip against Donnie's and scowls. Donnie rolls his eyes.

They reach the living room, Dad's chair thankfully unoccupied, and Raph drops Usagi into it. Mikey sets the duffle bag down and quickly zips to his room to grab the sweater, glasses and pants, shrugging into them. When he returns, Donnie has just finished duct-taping Usagi's arms to the chair—

“Donald!”

“What?” Donnie has the gall to look offended. “This was your idea!”

“Not to tie him up!”

“Who's to say he won't run, hm? He's a rabbit and they're fast as frick, we'd never catch him before Leo gets back, and then our whole plan is ruined. Also, no teenager is comfortable talking about 'feelings', so I'm just taking extra precautions—”

“I can still hear you, you know,” Usagi says, the pillowcase still over his head. He doesn't seem bothered about this whole situation, which both amuses and concerns Mikey a little.

“You shush, or I'll bring out the chainsaw,” Donnie says.

Mikey looks at Raph. “You didn't think to stop him?”

Raph folds his arms and shrugs. “I'm just the muscle here, big man. This is your show.”

Dr Feelings appreciates the level of trust and respect Raph has for Mikey that's been a slow-growing thing these last few years. Dr Delicate Touch wants to strangle his oldest brother for being a wise ass.

He rolls his eyes instead and gets in position while Donnie sets up the projector. He nods to Raph, and the snapper pulls off the pillowcase.

Usagi blinks, adjusting to the brightness and looking around. “You blindfolded me to take me to the living room? Where I've been multiple times?”

“Shush,” Donnie hisses, “second warning. We'll be doing the talking here, bunny boy.”

“Don, chill,” Raph says, looking seconds from bursting out laughing. “We're just here to have a nice, friendly chat.”

Usagi arches a brow, pointedly dipping his chin down at his taped arms.

Raph's smile twitches, a drop of sweat trickling down his brow. “... I'm just the muscle?”

Mikey clears his throat loudly, snapping their attention back to him. He smiles and rolls his shoulders back, relaxing into the role that's become a blessing these last few months than the curse it was two years ago (at least to his brothers).

“Good evening! I'm Dr Feelings, and welcome to my newest seminar—!”

He clicks the button for the next slide on the PowerPoint, a photo of the three turtles glaring down at the camera from a high angle, a shovel in Mikey's hands. Underneath, the title reads in comically bright, bubblegum pink letters--

“—Shovel Talks!”

Usagi stares at the slide and then at each of the present turtles. Mikey keeps his smile bright while his brothers (mostly Donnie) no longer hide the touch of sadistic glee in theirs.

“... ah,” he says carefully. “I see the position I'm in now.”

“See, I don't think you do,” Donnie drawls on Usagi's right, Raph looming over on the left. “So we are going to educate you, and do not interrupt or talk until you are spoken to as we have much to go through and very little time before our dearly devoted dum-dum returns from April and Splinter's distraction outing. Dr Feelings,” Donnie turns to Mikey and gestures grandly, “Proceed with your first slide.”

“Thank you! Let's start off by asking our patient some simple questions. Question one!” Mikey flips to the next slide titled 'Spill The Tea' with a doodle of a teacup underneath it. Under that is a photo of Leo flashing a peace sign at the camera with a goofy grin. “What are your intentions towards one Hamato Leonardo?”

Usagi blinks. “... I would think my intentions were obvious? We're dating, are we not?”

“Sigh, yes, we can see as much given how you two are all but attached at the hip whenever you're so much as in the same vicinity,” Donnie mutters before getting right up in Usagi's face with a glare, fisting the front of his blue hoodie and shaking him once. “What we don't know is why you are dating Leonardo! Were you dared to by compatriots or colleagues of similar age or older for a cruel joke? Or are you a spy sent from a yet unknown enemy seeking to destroy us from the inside, integrating yourself into our inner circle by seducing our resident feeble-minded little gay only to turn on us at the last second, surrendering us to your evil leader and shattering the heart of the boy who fell in love with a person that never truly existed?! Speak, heathen!!”

Usagi stares at Donnie with wide, mildly disturbed eyes. Donnie glares at Usagi, right eye twitching.

“Jeezy heckin' creezy, Don,” Raph squeaks after a beat. “How long've you been holding that in?”

Donnie whirls on Raph with a half-crazed grin without releasing Usagi's hoodie. “The whole dub, baby!” he says.

Raph facepalms.

Mikey gathers himself quickly and clears his throat again. “Donald, if you would please let go of our patient—”

“Prisoner, guilty until proven innocent—”

“—patient, so we can hear his clear and honest answer? Don't you test the waters of my patience, boy, I will bring out Dr Delicate Touch on your ass.”

“Language,” Raph sighs, working Donnie's grip from Usagi's hoodie and bodily lifting him up and away from the rabbit. Donnie goes without a fight, but not without a spitting glare aimed at Usagi. Ignoring him, Raph offers Usagi a smile, cementing his role as the Good Cop. “Sorry about him. Just answer the question so we can get this over with.”

“And we'll know if you're lying!” Donnie adds. “I have lie detectors under the seat that'll fry your cotton ass six ways to Sunday—!”

“There are no lie detectors.”

“Raaaaph, you're ruining it, I'm trying to instil fear—!”

“Yer doin' enough of that to me right now! We were worried about Dad goin' all 'Daddy with a shotgun' on him when we really should've been watchin' the 'Overprotective Twin with his Middle Child Nonsense'—!”

“May I speak, now?”

Usagi's tone cuts through the idiocy as neat as the katana he wields, and the boys fall silent. Raph sets Donnie down, and Donnie steps back, his glare fading to make way for open confusion and surprise.

Mikey, who'd been on the cusp of dropping the act and wringing his brothers' necks, takes in Usagi's expression—purposefully neutral, the way he shuts his eyes as he takes a breath, his fingers drumming the armrests he's tied to while the heel of one foot bounces on the floor—and wonders if they've crossed a line here.

Then Usagi sighs, slow and measured, and opens his eyes. “I understand why you're concerned,” he says. “Leonardo has been through... a lot, to put it mildly. You all have, which is why you're so protective of one another. I admire and respect that; you hold true to the ancient belief that founded your clan centuries ago. Anata wa hitori janai, I believe. Leonardo told me about it. About the Shredder, the invasion... and the prison dimension.”

A shudder runs through the brothers. Mikey sees Donnie's jaw lock, Raph's fingers curling into fists. Mikey pulls at his fingers and bites his lip. “... he told you?” he asks in a smaller voice than he intends.

Usagi's gaze softens minutely, and he nods. “Not everything, but yes. I never prompted, but... he saw me fit enough to know.” His brows furrow, his frown deep and angry as he glares at his lap. “It sickens me to hear what that creature put you through—what he did to Leonardo. And it frightens me to think of how you'd come so close to losing him... how I'd come so close to never meeting him at all.”

Oh, Mikey thinks, almost floored. Oh wow.

Usagi takes another breath and raises his head, meeting each of their gazes. “... So yes, I understand your fears regarding our relationship and your hesitance to trust me. Leonardo's well-being will always be your top priority. He's precious to you.” Then Usagi smiles. It's small but bright, warm and quietly delighted, proud and certain. “He's precious to me, too.”

This time Mikey is floored. Oh. Wow.

“To answer your question, Dr Feelings,” Usagi continues, heedless of the turtle's altering perception of reality, “my intentions towards Hamato Leonardo are simple: I want to protect him. I know he's more than capable, and knowing him, he'll never ask me for help outright. But when he does, I want to be there—no, I will be there, because I care about him. Very much. We haven't known each other long, but my life is brighter and better with him in it, and I'll do whatever I must to keep it that way.

“I want to make him as happy as he's made me because he deserves that much. He deserves every good thing in this world.” He shrugs, flashing a bashful, buck-toothed smile. “For now, I hope he can settle for just me.”

Mikey stares. Donnie stares. Raph stares.

Oh. Wow.

Either he's the greatest liar ever, or they've had him pegged so wrong. But then, not even Big Mama, the Queen Bee Bitch of lies, could fake that kind of devotion.

No, Usagi really is just a good guy. A great guy.

“Dammit!” Donnie cries, throwing his hands up. “I can't even fully hate you ironically anymore, what the hell!” He hangs his head with a sigh. “I suppose I shall have to settle for 'jealous older twin suffering from attention withdrawal from the younger twin' until further notice. Also, you get to live another day. Congrats.”

Usagi smirks. “Thank you, I think?”

Raph rolls his eyes, but he's grinning from ear to ear, slicing away the tape binding Usagi to the chair and helping him to his feet without prompting. He drops a heavy hand on Usagi's shoulder, his grin widening when the rabbit doesn't buckle under his strength. “What I think Donnie means to say is... well. We're glad you have Leo's back. And we're sorry for thinkin' the worst of you when we're all still gettin' to know each other. I mean, we've seen how happy you two are together, and we just—well, we wanted to—”

Usagi huffs a laugh, patting Raph's massive bicep. “As I said, I understand. My sensei often warns me against jumping to conclusions, but it's different for family. Especially younger siblings. I should know, I have a little sister.”

“Right?! You get it! My little brothers are literal demons even the devil's too scared to look at, but you get it—!”

Mikey shoves his way between them and barrels into Usagi for a hug, squeezing him tight. The rabbit squeaks in surprise and possibly pain, but his arms carefully come around Mikey's shell a heartbeat later, a chuckle running through him. “I suppose this means I have the youngest's seal of approval?”

Mikey nods against his chest, raising his head to beam up at the rabbit. “You do. Welcome to the family!”

“Thank you. I'm honoured to—”

“But we didn't finish the slide show, so I'll run a tee-ell-dee-arr for you. Hurt Leo and you die.”

“... ah.”

“They'll never find your body,” Donnie adds, “because I will reduce it to atoms. I have a ray in the works, I can show you the blueprints.”

“And if that fails, Raph will break every bone in your body and dump you in the Hudson!” Raph says brightly. “Ever swim there? Pretty deep. You find all kinds'a weird stuff. A rabbit yokai won't stand out much.”

“... I understand. I'll definitely deserve one of those fates.”

“Oh, you will,” Mikey chimes. “Thank you for understanding, and thanks for coming to our TED talk!”

“Pretty sure I did most of the talking.”

“I will yeet your ass across this house—”

“Are you chuckleheads done harassing my boyfriend, or can I have him back now?” drawls a familiar voice that has them leaping a foot out of their shells. They turn to find Leo leaning against the back of the couch with one arm, the other hand propped on his popped hip. He arches a brow at their stares.

Mikey jumps back from Usagi to wildly point at his immediate older brother. “How long have you been standing there?!”

“About a minute,” Leo says. “I've been behind the couch the whole time, though.”

“What?! When'd you get back from hanging with Dad and April?!” Raph cries.

“Never left,” Leo pushes off the couch and swings his arm around Usagi's shoulders upon approach like its second nature. Usagi leans into him likewise, one arm curling around his waist. “I kinda figured this whole 'shovel talk' thing was gonna happen sooner or later, so the minute April and Splinter tried to drag me out for a 'father-son-daughter thing' the same day Usagi said he'd come over, I knew you assholes were scheming and told 'em I wasn't leaving.” His eyes narrow a little, and Mikey almost shrinks back. “Didn't think you'd tie him up, though, or that Raph would just let it happen.”

“I'm just the muscle!”

“And I am hurt and offended that you all thought so little of my absolutely innocent Bunny Boo! You look at this face—” He unwraps his arm to squish Usagi's cheeks between both hands—“and tell me there's a single bad thought behind those beautiful pink eyes!”

“Weonawdo,” Usagi mutters, fur tinted pink with embarrassment.

Quick as a whip, Donnie says, “There's not a thought whatsoever if he's dating you.”

“You're a thot.”

“Different words and spelling. And it takes one to know one.”

“Die.”

“You first.”

“Both of you knock it off,” Raph sighs, pinching his brow the way he's done since he first knew the pains of being the eldest. It's a miracle there's not a permanent mark between his eyes. He turns to the rabbit. “Sorry, could we borrow Leo for a sec? Then I swear you two can finally go hang out and... do whatever two teenage boys do when they're head over heels for each other but still in their parent's house so they gotta keep it PG, 'kay?”

“Um, wow?” Leo scowls, dropping Usagi's face to plant his hands on his hips. “Who do you take me for, a horny teen with no self-control around my significant other?”

“That is exactly what we take you for,” Donnie says.

“I don't!” Mikey says, raising his hand. “You're just a dumb gay hoppin' mad for your bunny boo!”

Leo's eye twitches. “Gee. Thanks.”

Usagi snickers, taking Leo's hands, and Leo instantly melts like putty. “It's fine, Leonardo. I'll wait in your room and get the snacks sorted,” he says, then he leans in to kiss the corner of Leo's mouth. Right in front of everyone.

It's not something he's done before—being openly affectionate with Leo when his siblings or fathers were around—but then Mikey isn't surprised.

Maybe this whole 'hesitance' and 'mistrust' thing hasn't been as one-sided as he'd thought.

Mikey never knew a slider could turn pink, but Leo manages it, steam funnelling out of his ears as the rabbit walks away, grabbing his duffle bag as he goes. There's a pep in his step, and Mikey wonders if the kiss or their acceptance put it there.

Once he's gone, Donnie breaks the silence, staring in the direction Usagi had left in—“Should I get the tranquillizer?”

“You've done enough today.” Raph puts a massive hand over Donnie's face and shoves him onto the couch, ignoring his indignant squawking as he faces Leo. The slider collects himself quickly and crosses his arms, flashing that devil-may-care grin that irritates and amuses Mikey.

“So? You gonna tie me to the chair and subject me to the horrors of dating life via Dr Feelings?” Leo drawls, “Or are you finally gonna admit that you were wrong about my totally amazing and hot boyfriend?”

Raph sighs. “Yes, we may have taken it too far—and in Donnie's case, we were overly paranoid, even by my standards, but we learned our lesson about jumping the gun. Again. And you were right.” He smiles, broad and warm. “Your boy is cool with me, little brother. You got yourself a keeper.”

Leo blinks, his smirk falling. “... wait, wait—for real?”

“Did you not hear his heartfelt speech not even two pages ago? It was rather dramatic and moving,” Donnie says absently from the couch, eyes now on his phone to avoid looking anyone in the eye, but Mikey knows what's up. They all do, but they're nice enough not to say anything. “And if I'm being honest—which isn't saying much because I can't lie for shit and you can clock one with an accuracy that borders on mystical—I don't actually think your new beau is inherently evil. I cannot say that I like him... but I approve. For now. My earlier threats still stand, though, so please try to keep him in line, or I will turn him into a hat.”

Leo falters again in the face of sincerity, however masked, from his twin. “...oh. Um. Wow. That's—uh, cool. That's cool, Dee, I, um... thanks...”

And finally, Mikey steps forward, shrugging off the sweater, glasses and pants. “What? You really think it's that odd that we're lookin' out for you? It's like Usagi said, you're precious to us, bro! And he was damn right sayin' you deserve every good thing. You deserve to be happy with someone who cares about you as much as we do.”

He darts forward again even before Leo's eyes take on a misty sheen, bundling his brother in his arms as much as he can and squeezing. “And if Usagi makes you happy, we're happy too.”

“... you guys,” Leo whines, his voice thick as he holds Mikey impossibly close. Donnie tosses his phone aside to hop up and join the hug, cheek resting on Leo's shoulder. Raph lumbers over and plucks them off the floor, nuzzling the top of Leo's head with a low grumble from deep in his chest.

Later, with mostly dry eyes and a megawatt smile, Leo jogs off to find Usagi. Mikey stands with his eldest brothers and folds his arms. “Our work here is done, gentlemen.”

“But we didn't really do anything,” Donnie says.

Mikey swishes his cape and departs.

“Where the hell did you get that cape?!”

~0o0~

The following week, Mikey corners Usagi at the front door and tackles him with a hug. Usagi laughs and returns it freely.

In the living room, Donnie's eyes are glued to his laptop, fingers typing away. He lifts one fist, Usagi wordlessly bumping it as he sits on the couch with Raph. Setting his comic book aside, Raph reaches out to ruffle his white bangs and chuckles when Usagi's paw bats him away.

Leo enters from the kitchen and immediately brightens when he spots Usagi, leaping over the top of the couch to bounce in the open space beside the bunny. “Hey!"

“Hey, yourself,” Usagi snickers. "You couldn't possibly have missed me that much to come running as soon as I walk in."

Leo swings an arm over the top of the couch, the other pressing a hand to his forehead in a dramatic swoon. "Parting is such sweet sorrow," he bemoans, batting his eyelids at Usagi, "that I shall say good night till it be morrow!"

Mikey laughs so hard he gives himself hiccups. Raph chokes on his soda. Donnie whirls on Leo, looking downright mutinous. "You did not just quote Shakespear so you could flirt with your boyfriend!"

Leo gestures to a madly grinning Usagi trying to hide behind his hands. "It worked, though! You guys hate it when I use the cheap pickup lines off Google, so I consulted the world's finest wordsmith instead."

"You are abusing and defiling William's good name! Thou crusty batch of nature!"

Leo rolls his eyes. "Whatever. You're just jelly 'cause I've officially got more game than you."

"Or Usagi has terrible taste in men."

Leo opens his mouth to say something he'll probably regret, but Usagi swiftly intercepts with a kiss on the cheek that stops him cold. "I thought it was creative," he says, "Much better than your awful pickup lines."

At that, Leo forgets Donnie completely, leaning in with a dumb grin to peck Usagi on the lips. Raph shakes his head with a secret smile, and Mikey giggles as he lays across Raph's thighs, Switch in hand.

Donnie gags. “Get a room.”

“But keep the door open!” Splinter calls from—somewhere.

Usagi tugs an ear over his face, flushed and embarrassed. Leo throws his head back and laughs.

Mikey grins, basking in the glow as he plugs into his game. He can get used to this.

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Strawberries & Memories - Chapter 2 - It's Beautiful Isn't it?

Hi. This is the second chapter of my brand new book. I'm really excited about it and it would mean a lot if you shared it or gave me some feedback on it.

Summary for Strawberries & Memories: Anna went to the Coachella Music Festival to finally see her idol perform in person. Little did she know that would end up changing her life forever in ways she never even dared dream of. But everything comes at a cost.

Chapter index

Chapter 1

I really hope you enjoy this story as much as i enjoy writing it

"You're lying right?"

I shake my head, unable to suppress the massive grin threatening to break out on my face. "I am dead fucking serious, Morgs."

While I wait for her to process, I take in the calming sound of the waves rolling over the sandy beach before retracting back into the ocean again and the warm sun hitting my skin. My sunburnt skin.

I need to start remembering to wear sunscreen when I'm here. Or anywhere with sun and the danger of getting sunburnt.

I did my best to avoid getting sand in my shoes, but the second I stepped onto the beach, that game was lost. Under normal circumstances, I would have been grumpy and frustrated about it until I was back

"You're telling me that the man you've been drooling over since you were a teenager invited you out for drinks...and you said no?" I flinch when she screams the last part, grimacing at the unnecessarily loud volume.

"Jeez. Calm down please.", I plead, deciding to just sit down in the sand. My phone is in my tote bag, probably getting the screen in worse condition than it already is as Morgan keeps scolding me for being responsible and not going out with someone who's virtually a stranger.

"...finally getting some action. You know if you keep not taking opportunities like these, then you're going to end up being the grumpy cat lady who is mean to everyone but her cats."

"At least I would be the cool aunt to your kids.", I point out, expecting her to argue it. But instead, she changes the topic, "So since you obviously weren't busy with a man these last two days I haven't heard from you. What were you doing?"

"I've been getting busy with my laptop."

Margot giggles, "I hope you hear how sad that sounds, Anna. You're in LA and you're couped up in a café and your hotel room with your laptop instead of doing something you can't do back home."

I know she's right. But there isn't a lot I can do about it. When inspiration strikes, I have to use it. Because there is very little that compares to when the block finally eases up and everything you've wanted to get out just flows out just the way you want it to.

"I am outside now. And not at a café. To socialise.", I defend my life choices even though I know she isn't going to change her mind. She rarely ever does.

It's one of the things I love most about her.

"Whatever you say, baby." Morgan doesn't sound convinced at all. "I gotta go. I've got a hot date waiting for me."

"You better tell me all about them when I get home tomorrow night."

We say our goodbyes rather quickly. The second she hangs up; Spotify resumes my playlist. It has an instant calm wash over me when the familiar melody to 'Night Changes' starts. The same way the water does the beach.

I've always had a love for music in general. Not just because music is something truly and undeniably beautiful. It's also the ability it has to make me go from devastatingly sad to dancing with joy in a beat. And vice versa. Or the way it can transport you back to a moment you've tied to the song so effortlessly you don't even notice it until the memory is playing like a movie in your head.

It still feels surreal that I've met the man who's written a lot of the songs that gave me the strength to keep clawing myself back off the edge when all I'd wanted to do was let go.

I'm honestly convinced I had a stroke at some point and these past few days are just a figment of my own imagination while my body is in a coma somewhere. And I have a tube stuffed down my throat and the doctors have decided I'm brain dead and they're about to pull the plug so all my organs can be donated to the dumpsters.

If against all odds, that's not the case, then the last two days I've done a few things.

1. I've found a new favourite café to sit and write at. It has the cutest little stuffed bunnies everywhere and little cookies shaped like seals.

2. I have written at the café.

3. I have talked to Harry Styles.

I still don't fully understand what possessed Harry to actually DM me instead of just unfollowing me the second I left on Saturday. But he did. And I can't say that I have been complaining about it.

I have learnt two things about him.

1. He is genuinely funny.

2. He is also clinically insane.

He would have to be for asking me to meet him. Again.

I threw my phone across the room when the words 'would you want to meet' were in the grey bubble on my screen. From him. I might also have screamed as if I was dying, but that's beside the point.

And what else could I answer him with but, 'Are you on drugs right now?'. And I stand by that. What else was I supposed to say? Something normal?

Like, just say no? Probably would've been the best thing for me to say considering I'm not even half as stable as a normal person should be. But after Harry assured me that he was 100% not on any kind of drugs and promised no one had a gun to his or his loved ones' head, we agreed that he would pick me up here.

I still don't know what or why he wants to see me again, but it's too late to talk myself out of it now.

He told me to meet him here at 3. And looking at the time right now, it's in two minutes.

I'm never on time, but I am for sure not going to be late when I am meeting him.

"Ok, Anna. You can do this.", I tell myself, doing my best to focus on the distant sound of the traffic that's almost completely drowned out by the waves.

Almost.

The beach is around a five-minute drive from the highway. I couldn't see any clear point I was supposed to get out of the taxi, so I just told him to drop me off when he was starting to get a little impatient.

I sent Harry a photo of where I settled on getting out of the taxi. So hopefully he manages to find it.

The taxi driver was a sweetheart though. He even asked me if I was sure I wanted to be dropped off in the middle of nowhere.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

With wide eyes, I snap my head towards the sound of the voice. If it had been anyone else, I would've probably jumped out of my skin from someone suddenly sitting down next to me without me noticing until they speak.

I clear my throat, doing the best I can to push away the nerves that have been bubbling in my stomach ever since I opened my eyes this morning.

Don't say something stupid now.

"Yeah, it is pretty." Ok, that's not the stupidest thing I've ever said. We're good. "Hi."

Harry's smile grows wider, his bunny teeth coming into view as I feel my own smile grow as well.

What can I say? He has an infectious smile.

His curls are mostly pushed back and out of his face by his hands. But a few, short strands have fallen over his forehead and temples despite the comfortable breeze coming from the ocean. The ends of the hair barely brush against his eyelashes. They move every time he blinks.

He must have noticed me staring at it because he lets out a light laugh while pushing the rebel hairs back with the rest, "I forgot to grab my clip, so it keeps falling in my eyes."

"That happens to the best of us. I have a spare hair tie if you want it?", I offer, already rolling it off my wrist. Harry takes it, quickly and skilfully gathering a large section of hair on the top of his head and twisting it around his finger until it's a little ball. That's when he seals it with the hair tie.

"Thank you, Anna." I cock an eyebrow at the way he emphasizes my name. "You're welcome, Harry."

Harry wrinkles his nose a little, his eyebrows scrunching together, "That feels a little weird."

"What's weird?", I ask confused. "No, no, no.", he sits up a little straighter, probably getting more sand on his brown, wide-legged trousers. "I like my name. But all my friends call me H. It's just strange when you say Harry."

I feel like my eyes are about to pop out of my head.

Do. Not. Say something stupid. "You're not allowed to call me A.", I tell him seriously.

I've watched two seasons of Pretty Little Liars. And what I learnt from it is that nothing good ever comes from someone called 'A'. I'm not saying I'm this really great person who only brings good into the world. But at least I don't send encrypted texts and torment a group of teenagers.

"Ok. Deal. I won't call you A and you don't call me Harry." He holds his hand out between us expectantly. His fingers are curled up into a fist apart from his pinkie.

"I might call you Harry. But on very rare occasions." "Deal."

I wrap my own pinkie around his, squeezing it firmly while nodding, "You can't go back on a pinkie promise." "Oh, pinkie promises are holier than marriage, darling."

"Does this mean I'm your friend?", I have to ask to make sure I don't just assume something he doesn't mean. Because he just said his friends call him H. He didn't actually call me his friend. If I just went around thinking we weren't. That would be way too embarrassing. Even for me.

Harry releases the hold his thumb and pointer finger had on his bottom lip, his smile dropping. "Do you not want to be? I- I'm so sorry, Anna. I completely just assumed. But if it makes you more comfortable, we could be sworn enemies or something."

He furrows his eyebrows, scowling at me playfully as if he was actually mad at me while gesturing to his face "I can be angry and scary. Just look at this."

My hand flies up to stifle my mouth to stifle a laugh while he keeps up the 'angry' face. "You look like an angry kitten."

Harry shoves me playfully, "You're a dick." "At least I don't push people.", I roll my eyes at him while brushing off the sand on my left arm from catching myself on the sandy ground.

He points a stern finger at me, "I only push people when they insult my angry face. It is very scary. You've just been around too many scary people to know." He justifies his actions as he stands back up off the ground, stretching his hand out for me to take.

"By scary people do you mean Morgan?", I ask him with a cocked eyebrow. I accept the gesture hesitantly, not fully trusting him not to drop my ass to the ground. He keeps a strong grip on my hand, helping me off the sand with ease as he nods, "She seems pretty terrifying from what you've told me." He doesn't even bat an eye when I thank him with an obnoxiously high voice. He just offers me a soft smile.

If he doesn't run for the hills now, I'll be more surprised than I was when he asked me to meet him here.

"She is pretty great though.", I say softly. Harry hums, "That's great."

He is wearing a white t-shirt with brown and beige stripes tucked into his trousers. It looks immaculate. There should be some kind of law against it to be honest.

I trail after him when he motions for me to follow him.

"So, did you have anything specific in mind. Or did you just plan on walks on the beach and kidnappings?", I ask him after walking in wordlessly for a bit, kind of regretting breaking the serene calm that came from the waves.

If Morgan would be up for it, maybe moving to LA wouldn't be such a bad idea. Or at least to somewhere with beaches like these.

Harry takes a minute, keeping a slow, steady pace as the sand dips beneath our feet. "I was going to ask if you had anything you wanted to do in LA before I suggest anything.", he explains, making a wide grin spread on my face before he adds, "This is your first time here, right?"

I ignore the warm feeling in my stomach from the fact that he remembers that I told him this is my first time in California. Instead, I play it off. "Do you mean at this beach or in Los Angeles in general?"

"Please tell me you're not trying to be funny right now, Anna.", he pleads. "Because that's just sad."

I scoff, pretending to be offended, "It's better than some of the jokes you've come up with." "What do you mean? My jokes are amazing. You just have no humour." Harry turns his nose up and away from me. The sun is making the higher points of his face stand out more and it's getting harder to keep myself serious.

"Sure, H. I'm the one with no humour, Mr. let's start a conversation with the worst pick-up line I've ever heard."

Harry purses his lips, blowing out air in disappointment, "Don't you know that the foundation for every good friendship is a good pick-up line?" I take a second, debating to myself whether or not I should comment on it while also trying not to laugh.

I decide to just agree with him. "Sure, H. Whatever you say. And to answer your question." Harry perks up at that, directing his full attention back to me. "No, I didn't have anything I wanted to do in LA."

"You're fucking with me, right? You go to LA for the first time, and you don't have anything planned other than Coachella?" When I shake my head, Harry walks faster than before, grabbing my forearm to make sure I'm keeping up with him.

I laugh at how much this seems to be bothering him, "I've had a really nice time, though. I've been working. And I'm going home tomorrow anyways."

"If you're leaving tomorrow, we have to get going.", he tells me, changing direction from going straight forward to away from the sealine and to a car parked just where the sand begins.

"Where are we going?"

Harry twists his head to look at me, still nearly speed-walking to his car, "We're going sightseeing."

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also, unsure if you ever read pokemon fic, but if you appreciate music informing the reader of a character's personality and diegetic music, you may enjoy "make you suffer" by girllikesubstance on ao3. i certainly did! it's written like an action movie but with solid characterization; i literally cannot recommend the author's work enough.

Oh, I have not, thank you for the recommendation!

"Diegetic music", for anyone who's never heard of it, refers to any in-universe music or lyric that is interacted with or acknowledged by the characters. The musical episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer is entirely diegetic music, performed by the characters; however the intro theme of that show is not.

I consider music a main character in the fic. It started with choosing song titles for chapters and the fic title, then it snowballed into, "How do I indicate to the reader Music Is Happening in a natural way that doesn't always need me introducing, like, 'a guitar rang out/a solemn voice sang', etc?" How do you solve the characters hearing what the reader can only, well, read? Sure, I have some playlists on Spotify to follow along, but as Marshall McLuhan said, "the medium is the message". It must be clear in the writing that music is playing. A new voice has entered the room.

One of my favourite novels is Ulysses by James Joyce. He had a masterful talent for cacophony and onomatopoeia. Several threads of conversations and voices and thoughts all happening at you on one page. And he just goes for it.

I chose to solve the problem by having my own style guide. Lyrics just happen as though they're a person speaking, they're just italicized to indicate it's a recording. Here's an excerpt of one of the most successful examples of diegetic music I have written in the fic, from the chapter Thunder Road.

The radio DJ’s voice interrupted the silence. “Hi, it’s Delia, we got the weather monitor fixed. It’s only a few degrees below freezing tonight and I’m not in a sour mood anymore, so.. Here’s a favorite, for my favorite. Here’s Thunder Road.” Olivia’s eyes widened as harmonica and piano played together. She turned towards the radio. “Are you serious right now?” “What?” RJ asked. "..The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways. Like a vision, she dances across the porch as the radio plays.." Jack smiled. He knew what this song was about and wondered just how well she knew it. He caught Olivia’s eye as she turned away from the radio. RJ saw Jack’s shit-eating grin and knew it meant he figured something out with her. A smile that could mean he was having fun, or he could checkmate you. The same glance Olivia and Jack shared about him earlier. "..Roy Orbison singing for the lonely, 'Hey that's me and I want you only,' Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again.." “I- what, why are you looking at me like that-” “Good song, huh?” he responded, smiling at her. "..Don't run back inside, darling, you know just what I'm here for.." RJ didn’t quite understand what Jack was getting at. The radio was low enough that he could hear the music, but the lyrics were harder to hear from across the room. “Bruce fan?” Jack asked her. “Yeah, um.. I like him.” Jack’s heart melted. “My wife, Nora, was a huge fan. We have the first seven albums on one holotape,” “Wait, no way-” "..So you're scared, and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore.." “Yeah, way. How many Bruce albums you got in this vault, huh?” “I don’t,” Olivia told him, looking almost apologetic. “I only get to hear Bruce when he’s on the radio.”

#thanks for the ask!#narrative theory #writing #diegetic music #diegetics #on writing #writers on tumblr #ulysses #james joyce #literature #fanfiction #bruce springsteen #long time running #my writing

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stygianpen · 7 months

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NaNoWriMo 2023: Your Toolkit for Success

*This blog is adapted from a YouTube script. Check out the video version at the end!

It is officially Preptober – the month where we gear up for the biggest writing month of the year: NOVEMBER! As we prepare for National Novel Writing Month, I want to discuss the ultimate toolkit to supercharge your writing process. So let’s get into it and make sure you're armed with everything you need for a successful writing season.

Outlining and Planning

As we are in Preptober, let’s start out with tools for outlining and planning. Personally - I’ll let you know right now, I am super basic with everything. I’ve experimented with various options but in the end I always wind up using a physical notebook and Microsoft Word. But, that may not be for you. If you’re looking for some digital tools which will help with your outlining and preparation process, I’ll point you in the direction of Evernote, Notion, and Asana.

Evernote is your go-to for organized writing. When you sign up you can sync across devices, and explore notes, notebooks, tags, and shortcuts. Notebooks, are like virtual binders, and you can add tags within them for easy searches, making shortcuts for quick access. To get writing all you need to do is click "New Note," add a title, and get creative. But, this is not just a text app! You can enhance notes with media, and if you're stuck, templates are available too. Evernote's search function is very well put together, and you can share your notes with others easily too.

As a multifaceted workspace, Notion consolidates essential elements like character profiles, plot outlines, and research details, eliminating the chaos of multiple open tabs. With embedded integrations and plugins, it integrates seamlessly with tools like Google Drive and Miro, fostering a comprehensive writing environment. You can also capitalize on Notion's flexibility to set goals, develop characters, plot stories, organize research, and track progress. The platform's versatility extends to creating marketing plans, managing drafts, and even storing sudden bursts of inspiration. Utilizing Notion's array of templates enhances efficiency, offering a tailored solution for you to build your literary world.

Lastly, our darkhorse - Asana. Generally this is a project management tool used with coworking teams. But, it’s an amazing tool for writers too! Create a project dedicated to your novel, subdividing it into sections like characters, plot points, and scenes. Each character can be assigned a task, detailing their development arc and key traits. Tasks within the plot points section help outline major events, ensuring a coherent narrative flow. Asana's task dependencies feature aids in establishing the sequence of events. The comments section can then act as a virtual brainstorming hub for collaborative ideas. With due dates and progress tracking, Asana transforms will make your plotting and outlining a very visual process, supporting organization and productivity.

Research and Reference

Now this is definitely going to be different for everyone. For me, I create a lot of fantasy worlds so my research is all over the place. In Synterra, I research the cities my main characters are from before traveling to Synterra, so this involved a fair amount of travel guides and Google Maps. I also researched mythical creatures in those areas to see which may appear to them. No matter what you’re writing you’re likely to have some sort of research worked in there even if it’s just scrolling Pinterest for visuals.

So yes I would absolutely recommend Pinterest. On the official NaNoWriMo website you can even link a Pinterest board associated with your project along with a Spotify playlist, which I find to be a lot of fun!

But if you’re getting more serious with your writing and are really worried about accuracy, Google Scholar is your gateway to academia. I plan to explore this tool quite a bit as I get further into writing Eternity, a series which often features ancient Rome and Egypt.

Honing Your Craft

So ideally during NaNoWriMo, you’re going to be honing your craft. Sure, there is a lot of speed drafting involved but you are still going to be building your creative ability. You’d be surprised at the brilliant sentences that can appear when you’re trying to get that perfect paragraph out in a 15 minute sprint.

If you’d like to buff up on some skill building before November hits, I always recommend -as does the NaNoWriMo organization itself - “Save the Cat” by Blake Snyder. Save the Cat offers a concise and insightful approach to storytelling using methods like the "beat sheet," which provides a structured framework for crafting engaging narratives. Emphasizing character likability and clear story arcs, the book will help you create compelling protagonists and engaging plots. It is really accessible and practical which makes it a great read for any writer no matter what level they’re at.

If you’re looking for grammar assists to help you out as you speed through your 50,000 words Grammarly is of course a great option, acting as your personal editor, catching those pesky grammar and spelling errors. Another option, though one you might want to wait on until the editing phase, is The Hemingway Editor. This web and desktop app steps in to improve your writing's readability by highlighting complex sentences. So, in many cases you’re going to wind up with a smaller word count… which is just not quite the goal during November.

Doing the Thing

When it comes to doing the thing, actually drafting your novel, we should talk about hardware and software. A good laptop tends to be the writer’s primary companion these days, but I’ve had friends who have made an attempt at using a typewriter through November, or even their phone! I could never. But, y’know, different strokes and all that.

If you have trouble with writing on a device that has internet but don’t want to give up your modern keyboard, you can look into the AlphaSmart word processor, FreeWrite e-ink screen and keyboard, or Pomera. And honestly, it can be nice to do some of your writing by hand in a notebook. Personally I find that more emotional scenes that I want to craft with real care come out better when I’m channeling my thoughts through a plain old, basic pen. Though, it can be fun to spice that up with a fountain pen.

No matter what you do choose, the best device is going to be the one that helps you to complete your NaNoWriMo with the least amount of technical stress!

Moving on to software.

Scrivener is really the heavyweight champion of writing software. It's not just a word processor; it's your personal writing command center. This versatile writing software provides robust tools for organization, research, and composition. With it, you can outline, draft, and edit within a single platform, arranging content in a flexible structure. With features like split-screen editing, research file integration, and character as well as plot organization, Scrivener aids in managing complex projects. It also facilitates seamless manuscript formatting and export options, enhancing the overall writing and editing process for novelists, academics, and other content creators.

Heads up however, the license does cost $84.99 Canadian.

So - you can also go with Microsoft Word and Google Docs, which is what I do. These options are straightforward, widely used and can handle all your basic writing and editing needs.

Keeping Yourself Honest

Time is of the essence during NaNoWriMo. Writing 50,000 words in one month and ideally having those 50,000 words tell a complete story from beginning to end, is a big ask. So you’re going to need to keep yourself honest and on schedule if you’re going to get it down. To start off, the NaNoWriMo website itself is something I just love. There’s a section where you can put your word count each day and it updates as you go, letting you know how much you have left to do as well as calculating how many words you will need to write per day to reach your goal.

For when you’re actually in the weeds, Pomodone, a Pomodoro timer app, ensures your writing sprints are focused and productive.The Pomodoro Technique is a time management method based on 25-minute stretches of focused work broken by five-minute breaks. Longer breaks, typically 15 to 30 minutes, are taken after four consecutive work intervals.

Personally, I don’t really work this way unless I am doing sprints with other writers but I know many have found it quite useful to get themselves into work mode. And of course, if you’re looking for a community to sprint with you should join my Discord server where we’ll be sprinting Tuesday nights.

Writing buddies are will be your real secret weapon for motivation.

Protect Your Progress

I have been asked by more than one person what my backup method is. It seems many of us are out there trying to figure out THE ANSWER, but I don’t think there is really one solid answer. Certainly, Drive and Cloud are out there and they are the most obvious answers. Also, external hard drives. But in the end, personally, and from what I gather from others, it all is about your personal level of paranoia.

For me, I had a bad experience with drive once where I was saving the same file for months and then one day - poof - it was gone. I just don’t trust the cloud. And, though I know this is a form of the cloud as well, I do a lot of emailing of my work to myself. It’s a bit messy but somehow it’s comforting for me. Also, I work between a desktop as well as a laptop computer so I need to be able to access the same document on each and… prefer to email back and forth rather than having a cloud document.

Don’t Forget Self Care

Writing can be a solitary journey, but it doesn't have to be. Join the NaNoWriMo website for resources, forums, and writing buddies. Get into Reddit communities like r/writing and r/nanowrimo for advice and support. And don't forget the vibrant writing communities that exist on Discord. As I mentioned, there’s mine - but there are others as well. I’ve never come across one that was not super welcoming, it’s just really about finding the one that feels most like home for you.

Writing is a marathon, not a sprint. Even though we sometimes do sprint. Keep the caffeine or tea flowing for those late-night sessions. Invest in ergonomic furniture for physical comfort during long writing stints. And don't forget to stretch—both your body and your imagination. Your health is just as important as your word count. By getting up and moving around for at least 5-10 minutes every hour, you can improve circulation, reduce muscle stiffness, and lower the risk of chronic health conditions. Try setting a timer on your phone to remember!

Last but not least, I always stress how important it is to celebrate, even small victories. While NaNoWriMo is a project with a very large goal which we all want to “win”, keep in mind that participating in any way is a win. If you can get yourself writing more than you were prior and start building a routine, you’re doing great even if you don’t reach those 50k words or finish the first draft of your novel. You have made a start and that’s important. Be sure to reward yourself and mark milestones. I like to vlog and check in with myself weekly to really acknowledge what I’ve done in the past 7 days and when I wrap up the month I always have a glass of champagne!

Remember, this toolkit is a guide, not a rulebook. Tailor it to fit your unique writing style and needs. NaNoWriMo is all about dedication and discipline, so find the tools that work best for you and let your creativity flow. Happy writing, and I'll see you in the next chapter!

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Hi Pia! I was just looking through your spotify and came across playlists called Mother Windmill's House for Emergent Ruffians and Zoo of Last Wonders. Are these wips of yours? I'd love to know more if you're comfortable with sharing.

Hi anon!

Ohhh you went deep into the playlists!

So Mother Windmill's House for Emergent Ruffians and The Zoo of Last Wonders are both literary story ideas that I have, and were never designed to be serials or be written through the Patreon account, so they've both been sidelined because I just don't have time to write them. Because they're both not romances and they both won't have stereotypically happy endings, they just don't really fit the 'vibe' of what I write.

The former was going to be a bittersweet story of an older queer woman who runs a large house in the middle of the south west of Western Australia (kind of like where Underline the Black is set now), and basically invites a lot of lost queer creative young adults to live with her rent-free, while they sort themselves out (and sometimes fall in love). It was meant to be more reflective and exploratory re: the concept of loneliness. I've wanted to write it for like a decade. I doubt I ever will.

The Zoo of Last Wonders is a dystopian story set in a labyrinthine zoo that two men are stuck within, racing against time to try and feed the 'last wonders' of the world in which they find themselves. They develop feelings for each other, but both are also in positions of regular mortal peril. Despite the urgency, I always imagined this to be a far more atmospheric story (I think more like Piranesi in some ways, by Suzanne Clarke). Another story I've had in my mind for years. I always wanted to do black and white ink illustrations to accompany it.

But yeah they are both rather 'serious literary genre fiction' stories, complete with my older pretentious writing style that used to win me awards. Back before I had the username not_poignant and wrote serials, I thought about stuff like this. I still do sometimes. The Zoo of Last Wonders has the largest chance of being written, but I still love the playlists for both, and add songs to them on occasion!

I sometimes say I will never run out of series and novel ideas and this is so painfully and literally true. I will never ever run out of ideas. Idek how people fear this, I would love to have less.

#asks and answers #pia on writing #the zoo of last wonders #mother windmill's house for emergent ruffians #mother windmill's never quite resolved itself #so now it's more like a 'mood' than a concrete story #the zoo of last wonders is a lot more 'complete' in my mind #which is why i'm a lot more reluctant to talk about the details #because i've never read or seen a book like what i have in my mind #and when you have an idea that feels truly original #you keep the details close #administrator gwyn wants this in the queue

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hey el :) hope ur finding some small joys with everything. i’m trying to branch out my music taste, can i ask what are the artists/albums/songs ur loving atm? thank you!

hi! yes, yes, i always love talking music and sharing my playlists! the current spotify playlists that i have on rotation are...

• homoerotic tension ending in sudden estrangement (oil on canvas) — which is an ode to "having a toxic competitive codependent friendship in high school that ended with a painful messy 'breakup'" except the added context is that you're coming to terms with your sexuality and realize that a lot of this tension has been misinterpreted as competitive because you don't yet know how to read your attraction to girls. so the playlist tells the story of this friendship from beginning to end (which is why the last 1/4th is noticeably sadder/angrier). i'm very proud of this one!

• deranged, but in a hot sexy vampiric goth twink with a fat ass sort of way — this is my ultimate dark writing playlist, emphasis on hot sexy vampiric goth twink, because we have a lot of dark with gay or poppy undertones going on (marina, rina, lorde) but also stuff for when you want to channel supernatural creatures and their unraveling character development (moses sumney, findlay, perfume genius).

• capricorn moon proclivities — if you have an earth moon like me and/or dismissive-avoidant attachment style issues, this is the pop-inclined playlist for you. fun for when you're riding public transport alone and need a boost of confidence/self-assurance. it's my "i want to be alone but i also want to be perceived as being alone and i have to look cool and uncaring while doing it except i'm a little delusional so sometimes people see through that act" playlist.

• girl pop for scorpios, leos, and sagittarians — this is pretty self-explanatory. my misandry playlist. my female manipulators playlist. my i love women playlist.

• enemies to lovers (derogatory) — for reading, writing, or living the enemies to lovers trope. sometimes a pairing is too potent not to channel into a playlist. sometimes you are grudgingly attracted to someone who you have deemed your enemy. this is the playlist for that experience.

• crybaby, but in a cute indie showering dramatically coming-of-age sort of way — this is my playlist for when i need to imagine i'm in an a24 film. or if i need to write something more serious/literary. good for cinematic visuals.

my top artists of the month are dreamer isioma, rina sawayama, blood orange, luna li, and dua saleh, so i highly recommend going through their discographies! also, "hikikomori rock" by haze is my favorite song of 2022 so far. i love love love it.

#music #answered #anonymous

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nikaidou-stan · 2 years

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Sangatsu no Lion characters stuck in traffic

another batch of headcanons ad mentulam canis that nobody asked for

Rei

his palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy there's vomit on his sweater already akari's spaghetti

at first he's trying to keep his composure, it's nothing serious really, the cars will start moving again soon and at least he has a book in the back seat, right? ☺️

wrong

after 15 minutes his forehead is covered in sweat, after the first half an hour his nail have left permanent marks in his sterring wheel, give him an hour and he'll be shaking in tears bc he needs to pee so badly and he's gonna be late for dinner and the ice cream he bought for hina and momo is melting and oh my god-

who gave him a license? who's idea was it? why couldn't he walk to the kawamoto's house like always??

his greatest fear isn't being stuck in traffic itself, but the social aspect of it: there's absolutely nothing he hates more than people he doesn't know randomly tapping on his windows and trying to strike up a conversation (if someone recognizes him he will throw up)

when akari asks him "so, how was driving here for the first time? :)" he starts sobbing on the spot

Hina

UNBOTHERED QUEEN

she's so chill about it, the bastard might even be enjoying this

literally taking a nap if she's stuck more than fifteen minutes, with her feet sticking out the driver seat's window

it's not a glove department, it's a cat department; it's never closed because 4 times out 5 there's a cat napping in there that she's trying to smuggle in at work (keyword: trying)

I hc that she shares a van with akari (they use it for everyday things and for the shop's deliveries) so she has all sorts of things in the back to keep her entertained: a nintendo switch (her animal crossing island is so cute), plenty of sweets in case she gets the munchies, a sketchbook and some pens...

rei's absolute nightmare, she straight up leaves her van to stretch a bit and say "hi" to people, and if she spots someone she knows it's the end, she'll hop into the passenger seat and talk for hours until she realizes everyone's honking bc she left her van in the middle of the highway

Nikaidou

sunglasses are on, his favorite spotify playlist is blastin through the speakers, and he's already halfway through the book he bought eons ago and never bothered to finish

since he's never the one who's driving, he does the same things he does when the limousine is actually moving

a secret of his is that he lowkey loves getting stuck in traffic bc often trips with the limousine are the only times he can actually talk with hanaoka <3

once he started doing the macarena in the spaces between cars and like 20 people joined in (it's not like they were moving anyways)

another traffic explorer, his luck never runs out so he always manages to spot his friends, more often than not hina or shigeta (but he always flees because there's no way mr eyeliner and bad attitude doesn't keep a knife in his car)

Kyouko

HER FOOT CAN'T HIT THE PEDAL BUT HER FIST CAN HIT THE HORN

has a megaphone in the back of her red fiat for emergencies like this: she's well aware that shouting and starting fights won't help, she's just an agent of chaos

totally puts up a show stripping down to her underwear, putting sunscreen on and tanning on the hood of her car (kiriyama was once stuck beside her, it was hella awkward)

her windows are tinted for other people's safety, anybody that tries talking to her (or worse, flirting) gets a trip to the er

she also frequently naps in her car with her sleep mask on, not because she's relaxing but to further discourage any attempt at conversation

tip from an expert: if you're in her passenger seat and want to calm her down, just put on any mitski album (preferably lush): either she'll get really quiet or you'll have her sobbing and screaming the lyrics of brand new city

not exactly calming her down but hey, it's less destructive than her usual behavior

#maybe i'll add more who knows #march comes in like a lion #sangatsu no lion #3 gatsu no lion #rei kiriyama #hinata kawamoto #nikaidou harunobu #kyouko kouda

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a mature relationship || 11:08 04.19.2024

"put your music on carplay i forgot my cord at work, and i like the playlist you made for us"

(he started to use my spotify & now he calls and gets upset when i unknowingly cut him off at work. bitch it's MY spotify, get your own lmao)

•••

"hey can i see your phone for a minute"

"yeah, for sure:)"

*he leaves the room for 15 minutes, comes back and he added a screen protector and new case*

"awh, why didn't you put the polaroid back in? actually, i'm gonna put the broken gina picture back in now"

"please don't", he laughs lightheartedly.

he clearly went through it but later only asks if im okay because he knows how i use my phone to process emotions & he clearly tried to read my notes app

•••

laying in bed after work, we spoon and he shows me everything he did that day at work from his camera roll, us only fearful that we'll ruin cute surprises by going on certain apps. he shows me videos on every app, only skipping videos about emotions that he liked or saved that he isn't ready to talk about yet.

•••

after being cheated on in most of my relationships, i realized that dating too young only ends in heart ache. so i waited. secretly following a no dating rule i swore to stay loyal to until i graduated. i broke that rule for someone and it ended miserably again.

until him.

we both have trust issues from dating too young and being cheated on that we're working to fix. but that's what makes this feel like a mature relationship is that even through the tough times, we stay loyal and try not to let other people influence our decisions too much. we both date in hopes of marrying, trying not to share the most intimate side of ourselves with just anyone. the tough part is trying to remember that when we reach a conflict, we are not battling each other. we are together as a team trying to take on the world.

•••

"you know, you're really perfect" he admits quietly while we're driving to get his glasses that he forgot at work again. "i really like that you support me through my hard times and i hope you always remember that i'm always going to be there for you whenever you need help"

"i'm not perfect, we're human and we all have our faults at times. but i'm so serious about you, i'll be by your side through anything"

"but you're different and you're so beautiful Lyla. I know you don't like your eyes, but they're perfect. you have an amazing smile. and you joke about your forehead being big, but it's really not. you know i watched a lot of facebook videos today. only one made me cry.." he says softy.

"awh, why? what was the video about?"

"so there was this older guy and he lost his wife about 20 years ago. he's sitting with one of those character artists and they were talking about her. she's asking him all these deep questions and asks him to describe her while they're talking about her and his relationship advice. near the end of the conversation, she shows him the sketch and he started crying because the drawing looked exactly like her. the edited on a photo of her and it looked exactly like her."

"do you think you'd be able to describe me to a T like that?" i joke.

"after 60 years of marriage, i better be able to." he retorted. "but you are beautiful and gorgeous and i love everything about you. i just get super jealous sometimes because you're so pretty, you could be a model"

"i don't want to be" i deadpan as i was always bullied for the way i look & don't need more people telling me how to present myself.

"good."

his mouth upturned softly and the little dimple at the top right corner of his mouth peaked out. I stare at the beautiful man in front of me, victory bells going off in my head because that wasn't there before.

are they contagious? i always have ask to myself. it can't be because once i was bullied for these marks and did extensive research on how to get them removed. only to find out that it is a muscular deformity in my face. he's not one of those people trying to permanently scar their face in hopes of getting the same look as me. maybe he was never happy enough for them to be revealed.

i remember when i first pointed it out.

"you're so handsome and you have a dimple just like me"

"you're lying, i see my face everyday and i don't have dimples. yours are really cute though"

"Alex, you have a dimple"

"No, I don't"

"One sec, i know i have pictures and videos where you can see it"

I gather my evidence and zoom in to show him that he does in fact have a dimple. circling every single one with the little mark up tool.

"Fine, but you gave it to me"

"what? that's not how it works, it's a muscular deformity. your muscle doesn't work in that one spot and so you get a little hole when you use those muscles"

"oh." was all that he could muster.

"yeah, that's why I joke that I'm a little mutant"

"my mutant" he said softly. then proceeded to change the topic to what little things were bothering him at work.

•••

my relationship advice?

know exactly what you want and need going into it. humans can't read minds, so we only go off what we tell each other. tell them exactly what you need or don't need. tell them everything. i believe in monogamy. i believe that you can have opposite gender friends but most of them just stick around in hopes of getting with you eventually. so i feel like it's disrespectful and consider it cheating if they're hitting on you and you're hiding it because they're your friend so i don't participate. my love scares most people. im almost too loyal. i'm too needy. but i consider them my best friend and life partner. the only person you need in the world.

also you can't expect loyalty and effort if you aren't returning it. if you find that you're the only putting effort in to keep a relationship going, then leave. it's only going to drain you from there. this doesn't only go for romantic relationships either. it might be considered mean, but i can't have people in your life who say the right things to your face and do the opposite behind your back. i'll drop them in a heartbeat. if you aren't protecting that persons name behind their back, then you're not a very respectable or loyal friend. if i have friends that seem to only talk about others in unkind ways, imagine what they could be saying behind your back. only people who have nothing better to talk about refer to others like that. there are so many other things you could be discussing.. im not perfect. i used to participate in the drama and gossip, until i realized it wasn't getting me anywhere, why can't you talk about the cool things you've learned or start debating topics that interest you? get different understandings and perspectives on topics you enjoy?

if i'm ever discussing a person, it's because im hurt about their actions towards me and feel like i can come to you about for guidance on the situation. i don't sit and make up lies or project my wrong doings on others. especially not when it comes to my partner. i go to therapy and talk about the fine details about situations. i usually only tell people 20% of the story or the part that hurt me most when discussing people's behaviour and only when it's necessary. i believe everyone can change. it wasn't just them maybe they weren't ready for that kind of conversation yet. i try not to villainize people and add to their feelings of indifference.. i feel too old to be acting like im a mean girl in highschool. i tried to be, i tried to fit in once. you can only act fake for so long before it starts eating at you. i can't hide if i don't like someone or how much i care about someone because of the neurodivergence. now i don't care, people can think what they want about me. i am different and i've accepted it. i gave up trying to be like by everybody a long time ago. truthfully, i don't even like everybody so why would i need to get them all to like me? it's such a backwards perspective on life. stay out of my business and i'll stay out of yours. it's simple. if im devoting my time and energy into blowing up someone's ego or even trying to "take someone down", then im just a fan. that's a waste of my time and energy though. im a spoonie, so i don't have much of that to begin with. i'm not going to hand out my efforts to people who have proven they don't deserve it or people who aren't asking for my help. i've gotten very selective with my time and where i need to put my efforts.

my writing is one of them. why? because when i'm alone i read it out loud and practice speaking because i feel like i lost my voice. i'm always trying to better myself, not tear others down. because what's the point? it only looks bad for you. but proving you can change and try to be better is where the rewards lie. lying doesn't get you rewarded in the long run, it just buries you deeper in a pit of self-loathing. so what do i do? i love and give effort to the people who return my efforts. not people that just take and take from people to make themselves seem better.

For example, i didn't grow up wealthy. i never was too attached to material items, i shopped at thrift stores and wore cheap stuff. im not afraid to admit it. i was a kid and didn't have a job most of my teenage years and my family didn't have enough to dress all seven of us in designer items. that's absurd. i like to make hand made gifts, things nobody else can buy. instead of buying them stuff or i could've just given them money and they can buy it whatever they want themselves. but i had friends that would take from me. "no those can't be your jeans, they're the same size as mine", i once heard so they were never returned when i accidentally left a bag of clothes at their house, i lost three pairs of $70 dollar jeans that day. little things would go missing from my closet. i didn't care, clearly they thought they needed it more than they thought i did. i tried to return everything i was ever lent, i wasn't a fan when people would just take things from me. especially when you could've just asked and i probably would've given them to you. clothes in my household were a different story however but we grew up and i don't hold it against anyone.

i just hate it when people lie to or about me for no reason. i believe in accountability. i am only human. i'm not perfect. we make mistakes sometimes. sometimes we don't learn until too late but it's never too late to work on yourself, to be better for the people you want to keep in your life. sometimes you just need to close of the connection entirely and that's okay. there are so many people in the world, and you're going to be hung up on one person? why? did you do them dirty and you're trying to preemptively strike at them because you think they're going to try tearing you down? let people talk about you. prove the people they're telling the lies to wrong, through your actions. telling people things they want to hear but never actually doing the things you say you were going to do is manipulation. that is also a form of abuse, and i've been abused like that enough times to know I never want to be like that. I want to prove people are capable of changing so I can try and help as many of them that want my help.

Having even just one person who supports me and loves me enough to come and see everything through with me is just a benefit. A loyal companion. A life partner. I don't try to rely on him for much because life is crazy and it can all be taken away in an instant. I've lost so many people in my life like that.

so why add to somebody's struggle when you could be helping them? It's called being mature or considerate of other people and their needs as opposed to being a deterrent. i've learned to just walk away from these people. don't give them a reaction to their continued abuse and watch them dig themselves into a hole.

when you lie like that, you're not going to be able to keep track of all of it. people usually hate autistic people because we're so honest, we'll point out very obvious and simple things that lies complicate. we also have very good moral codes. we weren't programmed to lie and cheat. doing that usually takes a heavy toll on us and we self-destruct.. but it's self-destruction, we aren't dangerous to anyone but ourselves. a person with untreated traumas are usually the culprits, they're paranoid and think everyone is against them. truth is, nobody cares. people will start to care when it begins affecting them however. the best part is their projections or the lies they're telling others about you, are their defence mechanisms. something they do to protect themselves and it often reflects their own actions in the past and present. they're not even actually talking about you, they're projecting their own insecurities onto you. the best advice is o just let go and walk away.

being able to heal from c-ptsd/bpd/ptsd (or just trauma in general) is a blessing. most of us don't make it past the age of 27, hopefully i'll age far beyond that. it's a hard truth, but it can't be fixed or changed unless you put in the effort to change. call yourself out on your bullshit. i know therapy is so fucking expensive and so in our shitty world, money does indeed buy happiness.. most people need to pay for therapy, it's a luxury to be seen by a therapist. i hate to say it but i don't have to pay for therapy. but it's not luck or things just being handed to me. the government is trying to make amends for taking our population down from 50-90 million (before the colonization of canada) to an approximate 2 million. they stole from us, they lied and cheated to get what they wanted. they didn't expect my people to be so resilient, so they started residential schools, trying to steal our way of life. they stole our languages, many of my ancestors lives and our culture.. why because we thought it was weird that you valued money and a false god more than the land and water we were given? it was so twisted, but i still pay into your tax system. i still try to help your people with their free healthcare, hell im even trying to become a nurse so i can help people on my way to an even bigger and seemingly impossible goal.

its called forgiveness and it seems like not many of you can do that when it was your initial religion system that preached it. love thy neighbour, jesus once said and enough people listened. i truly found solace in your religion to escape my shitty childhood reality. of course, i realize how twisted and backwards all your rules became. a man in the clouds couldn't have created all life on his own, its impossible. you need a man and woman to do it and that's why i tried to learn about every persons beliefs. the first online course i ever attempted was actually a highschool religion course i took in grade 8. it taught about all religions and their beliefs. i wanted to find a way to relate and understand everyone through this education. i of course failed due to my learning disabilities and actually was screamed at by a temporary principle when i tried asking for help for my learning disabilities. sometimes i want to go and rub my diagnoses in his face and scream "you were wrong" and i could've been getting help this whole time instead of my most recent attempt at post-secondary school. but i don't care, it's lawsuit worthy, but i don't want to fight. i just want to do my part in helping the kids like me.

i forgave your churches and the government for what they did and i actually tried to be a part of it. why can't you forgive yourselves, make the effort to heal on your own and then help others? it's human nature. we created a society so vain and greedy that people don't care about others like they used to. they only care about themselves. it's gross, that's usually part of the reason i attempted to take my own life. unsuccessfully of course or i wouldn't be here trying to write about my own faults in hopes that someone will see it and start the change in their own lives. the world isn't a bad place and people aren't actually bad, they're just confused and need help. why is everyone too ashamed to ask for help? it doesn't make you look bad, it'll make you stronger and better in the long run. you need to be the first person to start the difference in your own life. stop assuming that people will notice your needs and offer you help. you first need to realize the needs within yourself then go and take the proper steps in order to better yourself. then you can be there and present for everyone in your life.

you need to fix the relationship you have with yourself before you can have healthy relationships, family, friends and romantic partners included. otherwise you won't realize how you are actually hurting the people you claim to love. you can't be there for someone who isn't there for themselves. you can point it out, they may be mad at first but hopefully they'll eventually realize that you aren't coming from a place of spite but from a place of love and care.

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