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lieblingspulli · 1 year

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Covered in Love: SKZ

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Seungmin x Reader

Summary: Based on a lyric from Lost Me, “I want to be covered in all the love, I don’t want to feel lonely” (yea, I’m a sap) Seungmin comforts you after you have a rough day with feeling like you’re not enough in your love life. He’s always had a hard time admitting his emotions, but funnily enough, it’s easy to say what he feels to you.

A/N: Originally, I was going to write this for Chan because he’s a big softie, but Seungmin just fits the story idea here beautifully. I feel like even though he’s silly with his friends, he gives off emotionally constipated vibes (sorry!) so I wanted to take that idea and run the opposite way with it. Is it just me? Idk, anyway, enjoy!

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As soon as you got off the bus, you texted your best friend. You had been down in the dumps all day, playing into your invalidated needs and pitying yourself because a stupid song made you overthink. Usually, you try not to get in your feelings at your workplace, but your coworker had suggested a new song to you. Why not take a listen while filing? That’s where everything went wrong. The song was all about not finding someone to love you how you wanted. Welp.

Considering this year hadn’t been a lucky one for you in that department, the song really brought you down. Those files could wait another day, you just needed to get out of there.

It was common knowledge to your coworkers that you were the only single one on the publication floor. Even your work bestie had tried to set you up with dates, but all of them ended with awkward handshakes and words that meant nothing. You deemed yourself hopeless after the last guy had admitted that he couldn’t see himself with someone like you. So who could?

You sighed and texted while you walked. You half expected to see any sort of notification on your homescreen, but was met with a picture of your cat in a totally ridiculous party hat. At least you had your baby, Rosie, to always be there for you.

Minnie -me

Yes -mong boy

Are you free right now I wanna come over -me

Yea let me just clean up I was cooking lunch -mong boy

Ok. -me

Are you good? -mong boy

Yea, just a little down tell you more about it when i get there -me

OK. -mong boy

You laugh half-heartedly, thinking back on the time you changed his contact name to “mong boy” because of that one day he only answered your questions with the word mong to be annoying. Ever since then, whenever you ask your best friend what he deemed to be a dumb question, he’d only answer with “Mong.” God, he’s insufferable.

You continue on your mopey walk home, sulking in the fact that if you had a boyfriend, he would be here comforting you when you were down. But you didn’t.

Seungmin’s apartment wasn’t too far from your workplace, so you headed straight over, not even bothering to change out of your business attire. You secretly hoped he made something good for lunch because some food could really cheer you up right now. You arrived quickly, taking the elevator up to the 4th floor and turning the familiar corners you had seen for a couple years already.

Thankfully, the apartment was silent as you knocked on the front door. You could never guess when it would be peaceful or not, with 8 guys living there after all. It was strangely even a little too silent as you waited patiently. Then you got impatient. You knocked again, harder this time. You heard some shuffling around and then a thud. You put your ear closer to the door to listen. Silence again.

“Seungmin?” You semi-yelled, careful not to cause a disturbance to any neighbors. You strained to listen to any sort of noise that would indicate life in the apartment. Then the door swung open.

The image of you leaning towards a door that wasn’t against your ear anymore must have been weird to look at. You instantly jumped back and your eyes widened. Seungmin stood in the doorway, his shirt drenched in water.

“Hey, you were quick.” Seungmin simply stated, as if you totally didn’t just lose your soul from being startled two seconds prior. “Yea, work is down the street.” You recomposed yourself and walked past your friend, beginning to shuck off your jacket and shoes. Suengmin closed the door and practically beelined to the kitchen after you moved slightly out of his way.

“Is everything good Seungmin?” You laughed and sat on the couch, relieved to be in a comfortable seat for once. You sighed deeply, losing yourself in the bliss that Seungmin’s couch had to offer. No matter how many times Seungmin threatened to sell it, you convinced him every single time to keep it, it was just too comfortable. Seungmin was muttering something to himself when you decided to peek behind you.

You could barely see the top of Seungmin’s head over the couch as you tried to see what he was doing.

“Seung?” You tried to catch his attention. You were way too tired to get up and look for yourself. All you wanted was some lunch and a blanket to shut the day away. Seungmin finally popped up and hurried over to his room, taking his shirt off right in plain view to change. You closed your eyes. Men.

Sure, Seungmin was only your best friend. But you also weren’t blind either. Anyone could see that he was incredibly attractive, especially in his casual state of attire. You sighed deeply, pushing that thought far away from your mind, instead going back to those lyrics you had heard. You had never let a song dig so deep before. Why did this one hurt so much to listen to?

Seungmin jogged out again. He seemed busy today.

You closed your eyes and laid down so that you were looking out the window. The odd silence (save for Seungmin rummaging around the kitchen) of the usually full apartment made you even more thoughtful and you eventually tuned out everything except your own thoughts. Only when Seungmin yelled at you did you snap out of it.

“Y/n!” He snapped.

“Huh? Oh sorry Seung.” You replied, not really bothered by his tone. You knew he wasn’t really mad at you. Seungmin walked over to you, two mugs in hand. He placed them down on the coffee table and lifted your legs to sit under them.

“You okay?” Seungmin settled and reached over to hold out a mug to you. It was tea. You graciously accepted and whispered a thank you before carefully sipping on it.

“I should be asking you if you’re all good. What was all that noise about?” You laughed. He sighed and chuckled a bit before running his hand through his messy hair. Oh lord.

“I was trying to finish making you some tea and lunch before you got here but you were a bit earlier than I expected. I ended up dropping the kettle.” He laughed. Your eyebrows shot up in concern. He quickly reassured you, “Don’t worry, I hadn’t turned on the kettle when I dropped the water on me.” You let go of your breath and laughed in response.

“Aw, you didn’t have to, Seungmin.” You set down the cup and snuggled into the back of the couch. Seungmin tapped on your legs rhythmically and muttered, “I wanted to though.” You smiled.

“Thanks Minnie.” You teased with his least favorite nickname. He scrunched his nose and huffed. All jokes of course. He then got serious.

“No but seriously, what’s up? You seemed a bit down when you texted me.” He focused all his attention on you. The bright afternoon sun streamed in from the window and cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the beautiful curves of his nose. You shook your head, trying not to get lost in his presence.

“I just, I had a glum day. I heard this stupid song at work today.” You pouted. “It made me remember how terrible my love life is. It’s really pathetic, you know.” You laughed and hugged the couch pillow in front of you. Seungmin stayed silent, simply listening. You loved when he just listened. You felt like you could talk without being judged.

“And then the girl who recommended me the song, you know her right? Her name is Jannice.” Seungmin nodded, remembering you talk about her. You continued while staring at the ceiling.

“She said she doesn’t know how to help me anymore. I mean, the poor girl has set me up with everyone she knows and they all end terribly. It makes me feel like there’s something wrong with me.” You whispered the last sentence. It really did feel that way. Like there was just nothing appealing to you. Like you weren’t particularly special enough in any way to catch anyone’s attention, or at least hold it. You sighed and felt hot tears prickle your eyes. Seungmin instantly recognized those tears.

“Hey, don’t be so harsh on yourself.” He wiped a tear from your face. His fingers lingered a bit longer than usual on your cheek.

“Those guys just can’t recognize real beauty. Inside and out. You’re beautiful Y/n. The most beautiful person I know.” He gently reminded you and patted your leg. You sniffled.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend. You feel bad don’t you.” Seungmin’s eyes widened.

“Hey! I really think you are. I think those guys are just some assholes looking for a quick one night thing. What a bunch of dickheads.” He muttered to himself. You smiled and wiped your face from tears.

“Thanks Seungmin. I just felt like, I don’t know. Like, I lost a part of me that could have been attractive. I just want someone to have me and hold me. That special someone.” Your words tapered off to a sigh.

“Y/n?” Seungmin looked at you hopefully. You stared back, waiting.

“I know you brush off my words all the time, but I genuinely think you are one of the most intriguing and wonderfully brilliant people out there. Your personality and looks are wonderful to experience in person.” He leaned a bit closer to you. You rolled your eyes and smirked.

“Since when have you gotten all sappy on me Kim Seungmin?” You laughed and punched his arm. He faked pain and laughed.

“I just want to always let you know that it’s not your fault Y/n.” He blushed and scratched his neck. You blushed too.

Seungmin turned a little more to you and you began to sit up, wanting to look at him better. Seungmin really was such a kind person to you. You wondered if you could ever have someone like him to love.

Seungmin awkwardly smiled. You didn’t know what to do with the silence you held. It felt like you were holding a moment in time, right here, right now, right in the palm of your hands. The soft glow of the sunlight as the sun set made him sparkle in your eyes.

You whispered, “I want someone to have me the way those couples do in the movies. You know the ones I like.” You slightly blushed and felt your ears get warm. Seungmin was slowly inching towards you, your legs in his embrace. You felt so close to him, yet like you were a million miles away.

“If you want someone to have you, then I will.” Seungmin whispered. The apartment was silent. The clock in the kitchen ticked at what seemed like the loudest volume. For a moment, all you could focus on was his beautiful chocolate brown eyes and his sparkly eyelashes. Seungmin literally glowed in the living room and yet here he was, saying he would have you.

“I hope you mean that, Kim Seungmin.” You teased him and grabbed his shirt to pull him closer. Your noses were touching now. His warm breath on your face didn’t deter you at all. He glanced at your lips and smacked his, like he was preparing to drink a gallon of water.

“I mean it Y/n. I mean it with all my heart.” He whispered and looked back at your eyes. His eyelashes fluttered as you blinked, drinking in the sight of your so-called best friend right in front of you. What were you doing? He looked at you for permission as you tugged his shirt. You nodded ever so faintly.

Seungmin’s lips touched yours first. Technically he initiated it. You simply followed. His lips tasted like honey and peanut butter from his lunch. They were soft and pillowy. Seungmin kissed you gently, and held you face lightly, tracing your jaw ever so slightly. You sighed and deepened the kiss as he settled into the kiss. Seungmin’s nose bumped against yours and you giggled in the kiss, making him chuckled. The reverberation of his voice sent shivers down your spine as you grinned cheekily and ran your fingers through his soft honey brown hair.

You finally parted from his lips, after a lack of air deemed it necessary. Seungmin searched your eyes, as if still wary of the feelings you both had left implied, but not spoken. His hand was still on your face as you whispered to him, even though no one was around to listen.

“Does this mean you like me?” You said, teasing him even further with the most obvious question known to man. Seungmin immediately made a sour face and replied back, “Mong.”

You laughed at the whole absurdity of the moment. You had just kissed your best friend and the first word he said after kissing you was mong. How on brand.

“I take that as a yes and that I now have girlfriend privileges?” You laughed and leaned your forehead against his. He scrunched his nose up for the millionth time and pretended to think about it while tapping his chin, forehead connected to yours.

“I’ll have to think about it.”

You gasped and pouted.

“You’re so stupid, of course you do.” Seungmin immediately countered and blushed. He motioned for you to sit on his lap, which you obliged.

You giggled like a little girl. “Does that mean you’ll have me forever?” You teased. He kissed your nose.

“How long is forever?” Another kiss on your cheek.

“I don’t know, 100 years?” You laughed. Another kiss on your eyelid.

“I don’t know if Lino Hyung will let me live that long.” Another kiss on your neck. You hugged his neck tightly.

“Well you better fight back, or else I’ll be sad again. Like today.”

Another kiss on your jaw.

“We can’t have that, now can we?” A kiss on your forehead.

“No, I suppose not.” A kiss on the corner of your lips.

“Since when did my Kim Seungmin become so sappy?” You said. His lips brushed against yours.

“Oh shut up.” He pressed his lips firmly on yours and you let him cover you in all the love he could possibly give.

#skz #straykids #straykids x you #straykids x reader #straykids x y/n #seungmin #seungmin x you #seungmin x reader #bang chan #leeknow #hyunjin #jisung #felix #jeongin #i.n #you make stray kids stay #lovestay #enjoy!

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radiantblossom · 2 years

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just updated my home screens layout!

#animal crossing #sherb #rosie #homescreen #new horizons #love island

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trashcanfanfics · 3 years

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How would the over Lords from Hazbin hotel date someone who is an assassin 🔪

Whatcha doin with that knife, bud?

Alastor:

*You two met while you were on a job

*He noticed you sneaking through the shadows and tailed you for a while before seeing you get your mark

*Needless to say, he was intrigued

*You two started dating a month after that

*He loves that you are so quiet

*Y'all have a game where you try to sneak up on each other

*He wins a lot but there are times he gets caught off guard

*Likes to tail you on your hits (to make sure you're safe)

Rosie:

*She saw you finish off your mark and asked you if you wanted tea

*Things blossomed from there

*You can never sneak up on her, she's too observant

*She loves to hear about your day and your hits

*She'll make you tea and your favorite snacks while you talk

*Honestly, almost unnerving the way she smiles when you explain the way you kill someone

*Super supportive though

*Even asked if you could take someone out for her

Valentino:

*You had to kill one of his actors and he almost murdered you

*Understands that it's a job tho and leaves you be

*Thinks you're hot and asks you out

*Good luck getting rid of him now

*Loves to hear about your latest assignments

*Can also help because he has eyes and ears everywhere

*Hates it if you come home hurt

Velvet:

*She killed your mark and you almost fought her before you realized who she was

*She started seeking you out and giving you baked goods

*Eventually you two became more than friends

*She wants to go with you on your assignments but she's kinda bad at sneaking

*Loves tosee pics tho!

*You send her selfies next to the dead body

*Has a collage of your kills as her homescreen

Vox:

*Saw a video of you and sought you out because he thought you looked cool

*He was actually supposed to be your next mark and you told him this

*You didn't kill him obv, and he respected your honesty

*You two began dating shortly after

*Jokingly asks if he gets a discount

*Hears about your kills on the news and is so proud of you

*He thinks your gear is hot too

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #rosie x reader #valentino x reader #velvet x reader #vox x reader #trashcan answers you

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devildomfairy · 4 years

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💖Reactions to MC wearing Lolita💖

(Long post ahead!)

The Seven Brothers

Lucifer

When he sees them, he chuckles. “Oh? What’s this? It is lovely.”

Absolutely adores seeing them wear such fashion.

If MC is wearing elegant Lolita, black or dark colors, or even goth he’s even more of a fan.

“Such clothing looks good on you.” Honestly, he melts when he sees them wear it while on date or together.

He also has lots of pictures of them on his phone and likes to look at them when he’s alone.

Mammon

The Great Mammon blushes and tries to hide it but he fails!

“Y-you look good! And I mean it!” Mammon looks at them again and compliments them again this time actually meaning it.

Since this is the Devildom, he likes black colored outfits, but he also enjoys the more casual Lolita look and others.

He even buys them clothes, and accessories to build their collection!

Keeps pictures of you dressed up and gets a giddy feeling when he looks at them.

Leviathan

Upon seeing MC wearing such an outfit, his brain short circuits. He’s seen these outfits in so many anime but to see MC wear one!? He finds them so adorable!

Super excited and compliments them numerous times! He just finds them super adorable he can’t help it!

“You look so cute! You look like you jumped out of an anime! But your real and not 2D!”

A fan of the Sailor Lolita look, since he’s associated with sea creatures. Also adores sea animal prints as well, he has a soft spot for sweet Lolita and pretty much likes them all!

He keeps numerous pictures of them on his phone and has one as his Home Screen!

Satan

Totally caught off guard, but a smile forms on his face.

He’s read up on the Lolita fashions and the culture behind it, but seeing MC wearing it makes his heart skip a beat.

“MC, you are gorgeous. You look fantastic”

Has a preference for the classic Lolita look, green colors and more natural colors. Also adores cat and kitten prints and books. Satan also likes the more casual looks. Perfect for bookstore dates!

This man’s phone is full of photos of them dressed up he even as one as his homescreen like Leviathan!

Asmodeus

Oh my sweet Diavolo! He is stunned! He is enraptured!

“MC! MC! You are so cute! So beautiful! Where did you get such an adorable outfit?! You must tell me!”

Definitely likes white and pink themed outfits. Pastel colors, lace, ribbons the more the merrier!

Definitely takes MC out on shopping dates and other places! To show them off and take selfies together in matching outfits!

His phone has hundreds of pictures of MC dressed up and him as well posing with them!

Beelzebub

His cheeks turn pink seeing them dressed up. He can’t help but find them so cute.

“You’re so cute.” There’s a sweet smile on his face as he compliments them and finds himself captivated by MC’s cuteness.

If MC’s outfit has fruit prints, dessert prints he may or may not have tried to eat it though he quickly finds out fabric doesn’t taste good. Needless to say he loves he sweet cute look. Also, loves natural colors and more casual looks.

Finds himself blushing more when they are out on a date together and eating together. He often sneaks pictures of them eating desserts that match the ones on their outfit.

This boy has so many pictures of them! His heart swells when he looks at them!

Belphegor

Curious to why MC is wearing such fashion at first, but he actually loves it.

“Y-you’re really beautiful. Looks good on you” He says blushing and looking shy.

Belphie likes darker colors. He gravitates toward goth lolita, punk lolita and elegant looks. If there are sleepy dreamy prints like clouds, moons, and stars he loves it. He secretly likes pastel colors especially purple

Loves to pose with them and when out together loves it when they link arms.

Has lots of photos. Especially when they are posing to be asleep or hugging stuffed animals or pillows.

BONUS! The Side Boys!

Diavolo

The Prince is blushing! And finds MC so adorable he picks them up and hugs them! They must educate him on such fashion!

“MC! You are absolutely radiant and perhaps I dare say angelic looking?”

Definitely a fan of the cutesy sweet Lolita look, but he also likes classic Lolita and elegant Lolita. Also likes all colors and adores MC no matter what style they wear.

The Prince event wants to match them! He’s utterly fascinated and proceeds to buy lots of outfits including accessories!

Without a doubt, the future King has tons of photos of MC on his phone. He even has his favorites framed!

Barbatos

The normally calm butler is stunned. His cheeks turning rosy seeing MC dressed up.

“You look charming and graceful MC. You dress well”

No surprise though, he tends to like darker colors though he has a soft spot for the light colors. Elegant and Classic Lolita are ones he is fond of. If MC’s outfit has dessert themed prints he finds it adorable and will often bake the same ones on their outfit.

When he isn’t working, he loves to stroll with them in the gardens and have tea with them

His phone has pictures of them posing during tea time especially. And ones making cute faces.

Simeon

When he sees them, he’s speechless. Seeing MC dressed up has him captivated. They are so beautiful.

“You are divine and radiant looking MC. A beautiful gem”

The angel likes light colors and likes blue and white. Lace and ribbons are things he likes as well. Perhaps he even uses this as inspiration for his next book? It might happen! Elegant Lolita, shiro lolita, classic and a few others are his favorite.

Loves to take them out on dates and can’t get over how they look. He will even recite poetry to them and be extra romantic.

Simeon keeps photos of them. Plenty of them. Especially ones with their lovely smile and some of them with Luke.

Solomon

Solomon chuckles seeing them dressed up. He’s seen this fashion before, but MC wearing it is even better.

“Well aren’t you adorable? I can’t keep my eyes off of you. Did you cast a spell my dear MC?”

Solomon likes magic themed prints. Stars, magic symbols, and others. Also, likes dark colors but he also likes light colors. He likes elegant, goth, and classic Lolita. MC also finds out he also likes sweet and cuter styles.

Loves to take them out and show them off. He still wonders how MC is so beautiful and he can’t keep his eyes off of them.

You can bet the wizard has photos of them. Especially the ones of them practicing magic and selfies they took together!

#obey me!#landy rambles #landy writes #obey me reactions #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon

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sooibian · 3 years

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tag games!

here’s me catching up on all the fun a million years later <3

check in tag! ✔

thank you for thinking of me @haechanblr @exoxobsession @xiusoomygod @his-mochi-cheeks @cxsmicmyeon

why did you choose your url? kyungsoo (the loml) + suibian (mdzs)

any side blogs? none active... i will soon deactivate baekislub

how long have you been on tumblr? since oct’19

do you have a queue tag? q: srb for my fics

why did you start your blog in the first place? upon my sister’s insistence to write fics for exo and rekindle my long lost love for writing

why did you choose your icon/pfp? do i need a reason? ;~~~~~~~;

why did you choose your header? again, do i need a rea-

what’s your post with the most notes? my dad!baek fic - like father, like daughter

how many mutuals do you have? 60ish

how many followers do you have? *thinking*

how many people do you follow? 72

have you ever made a shitpost? somebody please *awkward* explain to me what is a shitpost! the definition online is quite vague :/

how often do you use tumblr each day? i pop in every once in a while

did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? erm not exactly but i do remember 2020 being a dreadful year for the exo writing community

how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? i just do what i want hehe

do you like tag games? take a wild guess 😆

do you like ask games? i don’t usually play ask games cuz they make me nervous 🥲

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? my moots are all incredibly talented and i am blessed to have found friends in so many of them! i’m sure they're all tumblr famous 😎 more often than not i find myself wondering why they chose to follow me

do you have a crush on a mutual? i am by default an unnie to most 😂

tags? at the bottom!

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8 songs 8 people 🎼

thank you for the tag @cxsmicmyeon @rosetvler !!! soooo i’ve only been listening to exo and nct sometimes in the last two years eeeeeep so idk how i’m going to fare here.

favorite song at the moment: runaway by exo

song u associate with ur favorite ship: wuji for wangxian <3

a song that could be about you: at the risk of sounding slightly pretentious...and i literally don’t know why but i used to think that...oooff idk...okay miss jackson by p!atd. also, when my friend moved to a different college and found new friends and started to ignore me i would cry to 'how to save a life' by 'the fray' in the autorickshaw on my way back home from college :P

a song u think is overrated: i don’t wanna go around starting fires for fun. not today.

a song that reminds you of a good memory: oh, there are so many! paranoid by jonas brothers; thriller, billie jean, and smooth criminal by michael jackson; stayin’ alive by bee gees; one more night by maroon 5; ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING A R RAHMAN!!!!!

the last song i listened to: SKIN TO SKIN BY LUHAN! ahahah same as starry when she did this tag!

a song that makes you laugh: lu by luhan (the man says to “blow it like a flute” and he made it when he was drunk. need i say more?) - YES I TOTALLY STOLE STARRY’S ANSWER AGAIN AND WHAT ABOUT IT *small voice* i'm sorry starry 🤧

a song i want my mutuals to listen to: i’m the last person to be recommending music since all of you know better but to answer the question...'what if i said’ and ‘catch me when i fall’ by luhan and please stream dftf hehe

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zodiac sign game! ✨

thank you my bebes @rosetvler @exoxobsession !!!

☆ list your zodiac sign: pisces sun, taurus moon, capricorn rising

☆ list a few personality traits associated with your sign: sociable, composed, dreamy, tactful, empathic, vengeful, quick to deny things.

☆ list 3 idols/celebrities with your Zodiac Sign: nct jungwoo, wayv ten (same b’day), bts yoongi

☆ list 3 signs that are most compatible with yours: google says taurus, cancer, capricorn, and scorpio.

☆ list 3 signs that are the least compatible with yours: google says aries, gemini, and sagittarius. google is not wrong about sagittarius 🥲

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bias selfie tag

tagged by squishy @kyungseokie 🥺💖

here's a lazy, 'cant get out of bed', 'new glasses are giving me a headache', 'can either smile or look into the camera or hold my phone steady', 'thank god for filters' selfie of mine next to the most gorgeous man to ever grace the earth.

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lockscreen + homescreen reveal📱

i love you, rosie @rosetvler 🥰 i did this on sunday hehe

inviting everyone tagged above + @is-that-baekhyuns-shirt @vampwrrr @leewalberg @kunrengui @kyoonqs @privebbh @crossandchange @littleflowercrown13 @making-me-blush @j-pping @jenmyeons @7wanderingpaws @changshapatrol @smolgirlbigthoughts @thedeviousdo @fightoh @royal-aeris to participate in any or all of these games (only if you wish to) 💖

#tag games!

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takminsmari · 3 years

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Your Smile

[A/N] IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY!!! I'm rarely active now //sweat drop// really sorry about that!! But here's a Taichi Kawanishi because I love this man so much

Taichi loves your smile, it lights up his whole mood.

He wants to tell you how much he loves you but has trouble with words.

So he decided on buying things that he knows you like~

He loves your smile. Even if he has seen it a thousand times his heart still flutters and his stomach gets filled with butterflies, especially when he was the one who made you smile.

Crumpling the piece of paper he sighed and ran his hand through his hair, he wanted you to know how much he loves you but it's been ten pieces of crumpled paper already and he still hasn't finished. 'this won't work' cracking his knuckles he stood up from his desk and looked out the window, his eyes went a bit wide and a soft rosy blush spread onto his cheeks as he spotted you walking outside with a smile on your face 'she's so cute, how am I supposed to tell her' his hand softly took his phone as he stared at his homescreen, it was a picture of you smiling as you posed with a peace sign. A small smile crept to his face an idea popping into his mind.

A day has passed and you finally spotted your favorite person, Taichi, walking to class with a bored expression on his face. "Taichi-kun! Helloooo" his eyes light up and a small smile crept onto his face 'cute' you thought as you fiddled with your necktie and gave him a warm smile "Hello (Y/n)-chan" the middle blocker might be silent when it came to other people but he always found it comfortable to talk to you. A comfortable silence soon found it's way as both of you walked to your class side by side, clutching the straps of his bag Taichi remembered the item he bought for a very special person, that person being you, he started to feel his hands getting sweaty as he sat on his seat and took a quick glance at you quickly taking notice of the new (f/c) ribbon you wore today, his fingers tapped on his desk which you knew was a signal that he wanted to talk to you. "The new ribbon looks cute on you" a blush spread to your face as your hand gently touched the ribbon on your hair "I didn't think you'd notice it, how do you always notice the little things Chichi?" He showed you a small smile as he fiddled with his fingers, something he does when he was flustered "I just- the old one had a blue flower gem on it, you've been using it for years" you let out a quiet giggle, it was rare for him to be flustered and every time it happened you've always cherished the memory.

"Well thank you for noticing Chichi, I like the new keychain you have there" Taichi glanced at the keychain on his bag and let out a quiet chuckle "seems like you also notice a lot of things too" you winked as your hand formed a peace sign "Of course I'd notice something too" before Taichi could respond the sound of the door slamming open and a rushed teacher speed walking to their desk.

"𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴."

Classes passed by and you sat on the bench waiting for Taichi to appear 'I wonder what he wants to tell me' you thought as you hummed quietly she knew her best friend for years and every time he asked to meet at a specific place he always had something important to say, closing your eyes you smiled and tilt your head down remembering all the years you and him have been together and the words he said earlier came back to your mind 'Maybe tomorrow will be the day I confess' you blushed at the thought and slightly shook your head 'he probably sees me as a sister'. Slightly rushed footsteps could be heard as Taichi holds the box in his hands carefully 'today's the day' slowing down his pace he stood in front of you with a small smile on his face "Hello (n/n)-chan" your eyes went open, your (e/c) orbs appearing "Hello Chichi! Let's eat lunch, shall we?" His hands started to sweat and as he lifted the box and lightly tapped it on your head as he nervously sat beside you.

Your eyes gleamed at the sight of the box "Is this for me? Aww Chichi thank you!" You let out a big smile which made Taichi blush, you were too adorable. Gently placing the box on your lap you untied the neatly done ribbon and slowly opened the box, your eyes went wide as a fiery blush spreads onto your face in the box there sat a beautiful set of bracelets, one different of the other but what made her blush was the neatly written letter that sat in the middle of it "i like you" it said.

"I like you, we've known each other so long and I'm glad that we met each other. In the many years I've known you I fell for how kind, sweet and how you take care of other people. I know I'm not that good with words but.. will you please go out with me?"

Taichi took a beautiful (f/c) bracelet and clipped it around your wrist. His face equally red as yours, you smiled and hugged him close "of course I will, I like you so much. Thank you so much for the bracelets Chichi" his hand pat your head and bashfully wrapped his arm around you, happy you accepted his confession.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #kawanishi taichi #underrated bae #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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shoujolover-666 · 4 years

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A fae’s love

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27197677

Characters: Yandere!Lilia, Reader

Summary: Lilia could feel that they were being watched.

A frustrated sound filled the oh so silent room as they threw their phone against their bed, a look of anger was on their face as they ran a hand through soft strands of hair. It was the Halloween Event in Twisted Wonderland, and they saved up quite a lot of summons just for that. They didn’t manage to get any of the cards they wanted though.

Not a single Jade, Vil or even Azul was in sight. No, the only one they got was Lilia.

Over and over again.

Even when they maxed him out, the gacha didn’t stop throwing the young looking ancient being at them.

Really, at first they didn’t mind it at all. Lilia was one of their favourite characters because of how fun, interesting and mysterious he was, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to get him. All. The. Time.

They lied down next to the phone he just threw a few seconds ago, grabbing it before rolling around in a lazy manner. For now… he would probably level him up and put him in his team. His attack stats weren’t bad after all, and the element combination was decent enough.

Still, they had no intention of keeping him there permanently.

While they were trying to calm themself down, they didn’t notice the pair of red eyes following him through the screen.

~ 🦇

Lilia was watching them from the homescreen. It was the only time he had the chance to watch them, for usually, he was busy doing other things usually.

Being with his dorm mates, watching some of the other students or doing whatever task he had been given by the teachers who were like little children in comparison to himself.

But when he was summoned by that strange entity, he was able to take a glimpse at a person who seemed to be the one who was watching over all of them, influencing the child of man in the way they wanted him to act to a certain extent. Something that was quite fascinating to him.

A person who was watching over them from time to time, almost as if they were some kind of god… he wished to know more about them. He wanted to see what they would think of all of them, and he wanted to know in what way they would tick.

That was how he started to watch them from the background, hidden in places in which he guessed that the entity was not able to see him. Lilia was able to feel when he was being watched, which he used to his advantage. The ancient fae started to be around the other students more as he observed Yuu. In a way, he acted way too passive for it to be natural. Almost as if he was simply a vessel for the being who was watching all of the things at the school unfold.

There were times when he was stuck at a strange place, in which he couldn’t do much, he had the opportunity to take a close look at them.

It was fascinating. They were neither unbelievable beautiful nor ugly, but there was something so fascinating, that he couldn’t help but be in slight awe.

A pair of eyes that were shining with excitement. Locks of soft looking hair that he wanted to touch and maybe do something with. Rosy cheeks and a bright smile on cute lips.

“Isn’t it interesting how mysterious I am?”

“Hehe, did you notice? Today I was able to tie my necktie into a prettier butterfly knot than usual.”

He loved talking to them, and sometimes, they even answered with an adorable laugh of theirs. It always made his heart beat in excitement, and he couldn’t help but look forward to those meetings more and more, no matter how sudden they were. With time though, he noticed that they spent less and less time with him, until at one point he wasn’t being summoned anymore. At that, he became annoyed, which he hid behind his usual smile. Certainly they will summon him again, won’t they?

He was wrong. They did not summon him, and he got angrier and angrier each time. They paid more and more attention to the other students than him, and he could feel his blood boil.

How were they worthy when they did not even notice their presence? How were they more deserving of their love than him. At one point, he snapped and decided to take matters in his own hands.

Each time he could feel the pull, he would get in the other students way, so they would only have him in their mind. When it was time for Halloween, he made sure that they won’t get anyone but him.

Like that, they would have to notice him again. To love him again and to pay attention to him.

Lilia could feel the anger, even see it sometimes, but he didn’t care and kept on smiling. As long as they looked at them, he was happy.

That was what he thought at first at least. The longer that went on, the longer he desired to be able to interact with that deity, with that god.

With that goal in mind, he started to research. Day and night, he spent his time in libraries while using his connections to all kinds of people that he built up over the years he has lived to get more magical texts and scrolls.

There had to be something that would let him do the thing he wanted, right?

Time passed, and he got more and more frustrated. His obsession only grew with each day.

Until it finally happened.

A magic spell that required a few living sacrifices to summon a being into his world, into his arms. It was not guaranteed that it would work, or that it would bring him the person he wanted to meet so badly, but he didn’t care.

Sacrificing a few was worth it, as long as he could get to touch them, to talk to them, to take them.

Maybe there were a few people who wouldn’t be missed? The headmaster might be willing to part from a few of his students if he offered him a few favours.

Lilia was numb to killing and death because of the things he did in the past.

War was taxing on the mind, even if it had been such a long time ago. Now though, it helped him with having an easier time to get the things he wanted.

To his surprise, Crowley was not willing to offer students, but he was willing to use contacts of his own.

Well, as long as he got what he needed, he didn’t care.

Like that, he started to prepare the ritual. He was careful, everything had to be perfect. When he had the time, he was preparing the room he would keep them in.

Soft, pillows. Silken sheets. Comfortable beds. A wardrobe with the finest clothes.

Anything less could not be accepted. A chuckle crawled up his throat, which he hid behind his hand before he continued to prepare everything.

Soon.

~ 🦇

They were playing the main story of Twisted Wonderland. Chapter five to be more exact. Their fingers were resting over the screen as they read the text, chuckling over the funny moments while getting angry over moments that they saw as unfair. Every time they played this game, they couldn’t help but feel with the characters and get invested in what they are doing and how they felt.

Still, in the end, they were just fictional characters. And soon, they were sure of it, they would find another fandom to get into and start obsessing over that. It was simply a cycle, and they didn’t mind as long as it brought them joy.

“Finally.”

A surprised look was on their face and they looked around, searching for the source of the voice. It was Lilias voice, they knew it all too well by now, having heard it almost every time they visited the game.

But how? He was nowhere to be seen on the screen, the only characters visible were Vil and Epel!

Screeching was echoing from the walls as their hand suddenly went through the phone, a force seemed to suck them in. They tried to fight against it, but to no avail. Laughing was the last thing they heard, before they lost consciousness.

~ 🦇

Lilia looked at the summoning circle that appeared on the ceiling he was in and grinned from ear to ear, holding out his arms so he would be able to catch them. They landed safely in his arms, and he could feel their sweet scent enveloping him.

It was difficult to describe because of how intoxicating it was to him. The body he held close to himself was warm, and full of life.

They were perfect. So much more than he expected.

With the person still in his arms, he turned around and left the place that was prepared for him. He didn’t care about the mess that he left behind. Crowley would surely clean it himself anyway. Even if he didn’t, there was no time to worry about trivial matters like these, for he had to take care of someone way more important than that little bit of dirt.

The ancient fae walked with them through the halls of Diasomnia to bring them to the room he especially prepared for them, a place where no one else but him and Malleus were allowed to go. Maybe even Silver and Sebek if he was in an especially good mood. None of the fellow students dared to look at them or even dared to ask him who the person in his arms was, for they were way too afraid of him.

Not without reason.

When they finally arrived, he gently placed them on the bed before he traced their lips with his pale, thin fingers, feeling the body heat that radiated from them. Without a second thought, he placed his own lips against the others, one hand was placed on a cheek. Lilia tugged on their bottom lip with his teeth before he bit down, letting the metallic but also sweet taste of their warm blood fill his mouth.

A moan escaped him, it was better than any wine he had tasted, better than even the freshest bottle of tomato juice.

It was addicting, and he never wanted to live without it again.

And he wouldn’t. He would make sure that this being, this entity would stay here in that safe, comfortable place forever. There will definitely be resistance at first, but it was nothing a little curse or spell couldn’t salvage.

He lied down next to them now, pulling them into his arms and caressing their hair. This… finally he had what he wanted. In the past, he felt that something was missing, but he could never tell what it was.

Now that he had them with him, he knew. Finally he was complete.

Anyone who would try to take this happiness away from him would not be spared.

#twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #yandere!lilia vanrouge #male yandere #reader insert #self-insert #fanfic #yandere

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greengreasehog · 4 years

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➳ for an apologetic text ~Love Onyx💋

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>Okay so don’t be mad…….

>But……

>I got a picture of your last visit, and I’ve made it my homescreen on my phone.

>……Rosy already chewed me out cus she’s embarrassed so please dont be mad

>im sorry i thought it WAS CUTE DONT BE MAD

>[kiss emoji]

@onyx-the-temptress

#ask #ask meme #onyx the temptress #Anonymous

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prince-rogers-nelsons-sensi · 5 years

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Tag game

I've been tagged by the AMAZING @xox-talia-xox thanks, honey! Love you the most! (Honestly! Go give ma gurl some love over at her blog!) ❤❤❤

Rules: Answer the questions. Your answer can be one word or a whole paragraph; the goal is just to have fun!

favourite month: Definitely October! I mostly like the weather in October like it gets a bit chilly at times but sometimes the weather is alright, you know? And because I like getting spoopy for Halloween because who doesn't like getting spoopy?! I can be really unpredictable during October tbh

favourite number: 7. I feel like I have some strange connection with number seven (7) tbh. It scares me sometimes

favourite colour: Lavender

nickname: Ross (some ppl say it's such a gay ass nickname but I mean...go off I guess...), Rose, Rosie, Ferdy groupie (my friends call me that) and Y E E T, my d u d e

description of your current outfit: a 'over it' stamped multiple times t-shirt and red velvety pants

what’s your current hairstyle: i have my hair currently down in a naturally curly style...well my hair is naturally curly and I leave it like that.

do you wear glasses or contacts: glasses and without them I'm fucking blind as a bat. UmM... John Lennon who? Nah I only know me who's pretty much blind and can fucking bump into shit like a wall. But I sometimes can look pretty with them.

dream job: hmm...probably a photographer or a damn memer which I'm pretty good at. Or an actress (doesn't sound like me but I can always dream).

favourite photo at the moment:

I look at this picture way too often. It has always been my favorite for so many reasons.

lockscreen and home screen description: lockscreen is Freddie Mercury in that iconic yellow jacket raising his fist up at Wembley stadium and my homescreen is multiple faces of Rami Malek

favourite song currently: it's always been 'Doing All Right'. It's something about the song that I like about it but I don't know what it is. Oh well, I'll never know

number one song artist: Queen, obviously (but I love a bit of Chopin)

left or right: right

winter or summer: winter

fall or spring: fall

I tag: @discodykey @instantezra @fatbottomedstyles @queenlifesupport @readyy-freddiee @redspecialty @dont-stop-the-loverboy @roger-taylor-owns-my-wigg @pistonsapumpin @freddie-jupiter @tenementcrazylittlefruitcake @mazzelloplots @roger-taylor-stole-my-heart @stargirldaffodils and to anyone who wants to do this! Just say that I tag u and you're Gucci!

I love you all! ❤~ Ross

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loveformars · 5 years

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11, 16, 21!!! 💕💕💕💕

11: Hobbies? I love painting and reading books!! I'm a huge nerd for the Harry Potter and Hunger Games series!! My Hogwarts house is Hufflepuff💛🖤

16: 5 facts about myself!!

I've been into kpop for 5-6 years but this is my first fan acc!!

I've been studying Japanese for 5 years, I started studying it before I started high school and now I'm a senior🥰

I am obsessed with crystals and spirits, I don't know I think it is so interesting🥰

I have younger sisters who are twins

And I love ATEEZ!! lmao I didn't know what else to say😂🥰🥰

21: Show us your phone wallpaper!

This is my lockscreen!!

This is my homescreen!!

Thank you for the ask rosie posey!!🥰

#thank you love🥰🥰#🍑💕🌹#justanothermultistan #asks💞

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phatbottomedgirlz · 5 years

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get to know me!

i was tagged by @its-a-metephor-brian ! thank you angel !!!

Rules: Answer the questions. Your answer can be one word or a whole paragraph; the goal is just to have fun!

FAVOURITE MONTH : june for winter, or december because i LOVE the festive szn

FAVOURITE NUMBER : 1! i was born on the 1st

FAVOURITE COLOUR : pink

NICKNAME/S : ro or rosie (or roro)

A DESCRIPTION OF YOUR CURRENT OUTFIT : pink sausage dog pj pants and my sister’s berkeley jumper

WHAT DOES YOUR HAIRSTYLE LOOK LIKE : sort of chocolatey brown and almost waist length now!!! (i need a haircut badly)

DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS : nope! 20/20 vision babey

DREAM JOB : actress or Lady of Leisure

LOCKSCREEN AND HOMESCREEN DESCRIPTIONS : lockscreen is a picture of my best friend and i at dinner, and my homescreen is a pic i took of the duomo di milano whilst on holiday last year!

FAVOURITE PHOTO CURRENTLY :

i laughed hysterically for nigh on 5 mins at this

FAVOURITE SONG CURRENTLY : Turning Tables by Adele!!!! i cannot get it out of my head

NUMBER ONE MUSIC ARTIST : Fleetwood Mac OR 1d (in the zayn years! ot5 forever)

DO YOU PREFER TO LAY IN BED TO WORK OR SIT AT A DESK : i prefer to be in bed but i know i never get any work done so desk ://

LEFT OR RIGHT : right!

WINTER OR SUMMER : can’t choose! i love both

SPRING OR AUTUMN : autumn bc its bday season and i love the transition

i’m tagging @predominantlyperfect @fatbottomedgorl @ironqueen98 @rogertaylorscigarettes @denimmay and anybody else who wants to!!!!!!! <3

#hi!!!#sorry i love exclamation marks if u couldnt tell #xxxxxxxx

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hinatashoyyo · 6 years

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thank you geena @tsukster for tagging me!!! <3333

Name: hannah

Nicknames: han, hanz, lychee are probs the most used

Gender: female

Star sign: cancer

Height: 5 5″”????? maybe 4????? i forget

Sexuality: hetero

Cellphone Homescreen, lockscreen, and laptop wallpaper: my laptop is stock, kirby is my home and botw is my lockscreen

Crush on a teacher: no

Last Text I Sent: does mum have any books on ct scans on stroke that she’d recommend or could email me copies of the pages with the reference that i could use?

Where Do I See Myself in 10 Years: a nurse with a fam maybe but i really don’t know

If I Could Be Anywhere Else In The World Where Would I Be: hanging out at my parent’s house so i can see my friends and fam

Coolest Halloween Costume: i don’t really celebrate but one of the ccs outfits would be amaze

Favorite 90s TV Show: was pokemon or digimon made in the 90s?? maybe the fresh prince of bel air??

Last Kiss: probs a kiss on the cheek from my mama

Ever Been Stood Up?: nope

Favorite Flavor Of Ice Cream: mannnnn frehro rocher maybe??

Ever Been To Vegas?: no

Favorite Pair Of Shoes: my neon green doc martens

Favorite Fruit: that one perfect strawb

Stupidest Thing I’ve Done: poured washing up liquid on my fruit and pancakes, realised then continued to eat it

Favorite Book: the book thief, howl’s moving castle or ocean at the end of the lane

My Favorite Loser: rosie - love that nugget

Hogwarts house: hufflepuff

Favorite animal: samoyeds!!!! but i really love every animal and i’d like to get a cat someday

Average hours spent sleeping: urm?????? idk man

Dogs or cats: cats!!!

Number of blankets I sleep with: 2

Dream trip: japan with my friendos

Dream job: nurse/writer/illustrator

When I made this account: early last year when i accidentally deleted my previous blog

Why I made this account: jamie

i tag @bokuto-kou @0hmygon, @raavenboys @tsukana and @bitlinski no pressure though!! <33 take care loves

#hannah shut up #long post for ts

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pretty-perdita · 7 years

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Keirah -- the Tearing of the Heart |*| [Pernita]

In which Perdita receives a phone call...

@truly-aninspiration

[tw -- death, implied suicide]

PERDITA: Thanksgiving had come and gone once again. Perdita had almost forgotten about it, to tell the truth. It was only posts on Facebook that made her remember. It was only Swynlake’s cultural festival, which had several Americans take it upon themselves to make turkey and gravy and corn on the cob and peach cobbler.

Perdita used to love Thanksgiving. But, Thanksgiving two years ago was when Perdita had found out that she was pregnant. She hadn’t been home since. Thanksgiving, or, really, the day after—today, the third Friday of November—marked the last time she had seen her family. It had been two years. It had been over a year of radio silence, from all of them. Not a single Facebook or Instagram like. Not a single text of phone call.

Of course, Perdita hadn’t changed her number, but she hadn’t picked up the phone first, either. If her mother had commanded them to cut her out, so be it. Perdita would not shed any tears for any of them. She didn’t need them. Perdita had always had herself, and that was the only person who mattered. And her babies, they mattered now too. Anita mattered. Paul mattered. Roger mattered. They were her family. They didn’t leave her, even when she’d betrayed them, when she’d hurt them, when she’d given them every reason to.

She hadn’t heard a word, for over a year, from any of them.

Until now.

Perdita had just put the babies down for their early afternoon nap. It was noon. Only seven am in America. In New York City.

Edmund’s name appeared on her phone as she walked back into the living room, Anita was in her room with the door open, lying on her bed reading.

Perdita stopped dead in her tracks, feeling her heart drop into her stomach. She watched his name on the screen, looked at the picture of him smiling in his Navy uniform. It went back to the homescreen. She’d stared too long.

It wasn’t a second later that his caller ID came up again, and she slid the answer button before it’d vibrated twice.

“Eddie,” she breathed into the phone, clutching it tight. “It’s not Daddy—”

“Mom,” said Eddie, his voice low, he sounded far away. He was far away. Miles and miles.

Perdita didn’t say anything.

“Are you coming? I understand if you’re not.”

“Rosie and Opie?”

“They’re fine.”

“You?”

“I miss you, Perdy.”

“I’ll be there tonight.”

“Dad’s reinstated your account.”

“I’ll send you my itinerary.”

“Love you.”

“I love you too.”

Perdita hung up the phone. She stared at it in her hand like it was going to come alive and bite her. Her chest felt empty.

Abigail Faye was dead.

There was something that Perdita had to do.

Numbly, she walked into kitchen, setting her phone down on the counter as she passed. Her big blue eyes were expressionless, free of tears. She went to the trash drawer that her and Anita had taken to throwing anything and everything in. There were old pacifiers and take out menus, ribbon from the twins’ birthday party and paper clips (where did they get paper clips from?) but there wasn’t what she needed. Scissors. She needed scissors. The door slammed shut, another one yanking open the next second as Perdita rummaged through the cabinets. She only had thirty minutes. That’s how long she had. It was supposed to happen immediately, but thirty minutes was the maximum. She couldn’t find the scissors. Where were the fucking scissors? Her hands trembled as she slammed drawers opened and closed, making a ruckus loud enough to wake the babies in the other room, but all she could hear was the static in her own ears

ANITA: When the phone call came, yes, Anita was tucked in her bedroom, pouring over the pages of her Agatha Christie collection. This was Anita working, still, even on her day off, for the deadline was getting quite close to selecting a work to focus on in the upcoming spring for the Junior Theatre Troupe. Luckily for Anita, she was on her next-to-last story. Luckily again for Anita, she was entirely wrapped up in the narrative and this didn’t feel like working at all.

Not much would jolt Anita, then, from the pages of a book such as this. Usually she could read through anything when properly absorbed in a paper world, whether it was her neighbors fighting or having really loud sex (or fighting while having really loud sex) or Patch throwing a tantrum or Perdita having a few girls over for cocktails. She entered some kind of third space parallel to the real world, all the other noise turned down to a murmur.

So when the phone call came, at first Anita did nothing. Even though she heard a ring and Perdita’s voice say something. It was still all white noise, Anita trapped in the world of Agatha Christie instead, which she would think back on and realize how ironic it really was.

Because it was in mysteries like that, wasn’t it, when the narrative truly started with something like this. With some kind of agent of change. A mysterious guest. A knock at the door.

A phone call.

For Perdita, that was how the story opened. There was a phone call, a dead body, and then everything changed.

But first all Anita heard was rummaging. She reached the end of the chapter and only then did she emerge from her paper cocoon, placing her bookmark in the page and closing the volume. She looked up toward the door and her eyebrow creased at the noise coming from just beyond her bedroom walls. Doors opening and closing with a bang! even though Perdita had just put the twins down, didn’t she…?

Anita wiggled off her bed and then scurried into the living room. She blinked at Perdy, who looked like she was in some kind of a trance as she opened drawer after drawer.

Something was wrong. She didn’t know hat was wrong, but-- you could feel it in the air. It filled Anita with dread and made her reluctant to open her mouth, but at the same time, she had to. It was like-- gravity, really. She knew whatever was on the other side of her question was going to be unpleasant, but the asking was inevitable.

“Perdy? Perdy, what’s-- what’s going on, are you alright?” Anita said and she took a few more steps toward the kitchen.

PERDITA: Perdita could not find the goddamn scissors. It was starting to piss her off. Where had they put them? The last time she saw them, they were in that junk drawer. They weren’t there, though. Maybe she had missed them…she circled back around to the junk drawer, pawing through it, like a dog looking for a bone.

She couldn’t find it though. She tossed a few take out menus onto the floor to get a better look—they kept covering everything up.

It was just as they fluttered to the ground that she heard Anita’s voice coming from behind her. Popping up straight, she turned to glance at her friend, a peculiar look on her face—perplexed almost, perplexed at the aching sadness that was starting to take root in her chest. She didn’t want it. She didn’t care to mourn. The way she saw it, her mother had ruined her life. She didn’t deserve a single tear that Perdita had to give.

She looked at Anita and then looked away again, crossing over to the stove, plucking a knife from the block that they had sitting next to the stovetop.

“My mother died,” she said, and she said it—almost with a tinge of offense in her voice, that confusion mixed in with it—baffled, more than anything.

Perdita turned back around towards Anita, brandishing the knife as she pinched the fabric of her blouse between her fingers and held it out, pressing the knife into the silk. It gave a little pop as it penetrated and Perdy set the knife on the counter, wiggling her finger into the hole and ripping it down across her chest.

She let out a little breath afterwards. “There, that’s better. Now, do you remember what I’ve done with the babies’ passports?”

ANITA: She asked her question, and then Anita held her breath, knowing that she would need it. She had to keep it from the ghosts in the room, and oh, there were so many between the two of them by now. This was the same place where Chester had haunted them both, where Roger’s blood had soaked the carpet (they’d had to get it professionally cleaned) ,where Anita had learned of her own father’s death, just a week or so after leaving Cruella and moving in with Perdy in the first place. And because of this string of horrid events, she had grown used to moments like these. She had a sixth sense; she knew when to hold her breath.

She wondered briefly if Perdita had thought to hold her own when receiving the phone call-- the one Anita had barely heard just moments before. She did not have time to fully ponder this, because Perdita, blunt as ever, did not spare her the time.

Perdy’s mother was dead.

The breath, already held in Anita’s lungs, caught in her throat. She sucked in another-- a small, soft gasp. She didn’t know what she was expecting. She thought, automatically, of her own dad.

She watched, feeling paralyzed, as Perdy punctured her sleeve. Why, Anita didn’t know.

“Wh…” she uttered, the word not even making it all the way out of her mouth before Perdita asked another question. The babies’ passports? It scrambled her thoughts. She couldn’t remember where Perdy would have put such a thing-- did they even have passports? Anita didn’t know. Where would it be, wouldn’t it-- perhaps in Perdita’s room, somewhere, with her things--

Perdy’s mother was dead.

The thought broke in again, like a weed curling around all the other thoughts. Perdy’s mother was dead. Perdy’s mother was dead, Anita’s father was dead. Just five, six years ago, she and Perdita had been first-years in uni, Perdy teaching Anita how to use a curling wand on all that red hair of hers.

Now they had dead parents. Dead parents, babies in the next room, passports missing, and Perdita had punctured her blouse.

“I-- maybe with--with your passport?” she blurted. “In your travel bag?”

Her mother was dead. They had graduated a little over a year ago; wasn’t this supposed to be the best time in their lives? Oh, Anita had tears in her eyes. She blinked rapidly. “I--Perdy, are you okay? Y-you should-- you should sit down.”

PERDITA: Perdita watched the tears spring to Anita’s eyes and she tilted her head a little to the side, watching in fascination. Sometimes she found Anita’s tears annoying. They were so weak, Perdita thought, showed too much emotion. Other times, though, Perdita was glad that Anita could cry so easily. Sometimes, it felt like she was crying for both of them, and that was a good feeling, because Perdita hated crying--but sometimes, she needed to, and she couldn’t. Sometimes, all her emotions got stuck in that icy chest of hers and she didn’t know what to do with them.

She blinked a little as Anita mentioned that she should sit down.

Should she sit down? Did she need to? Now that she had performed Keirah, she felt a little better. Like she had taken care of what needed to be done. Though, there was a million more things that needed to be done. She needed to find the babies’ passports and start packing. She needed to call Paul. He was going to have to come with her, to help with the babies. If he didn’t want to, Anita would come. She knew Eddie and the girls and her father anyways, had met them several times over the years at uni. She needed to call Duchess too, and tell her that she would be gone--not for long, she was estimating she would be back on early Monday. It was Friday afternoon now. They would probably have the funeral tomorrow. It was best to get the dead buried as soon as possible.

“No, I’m fine, really,” Perdita said. Was she supposed to not be fine? She remembered how distraught Anita had been. Maybe it was her medicine. She would blame the medicine. “Would you help me pack, though? Find their passports? I need to call Paul and Duchess. Will you be alright alone here for a few nights? Do you want to call Roger?”

ANITA: She really did feel on the verge of bursting into tears, which Anita knew was going to be an overreaction because it wasn’t her mother who was dead, was it? Though if she did burst into tears, of course, it would be for a thousand reasons all hitting her at once-- a fresh wave of sadness for Perdita, sadness for the babies in the other room who would never meet their grandmother (even though Perdy’s mother had been horrible), sadness for the two of them, who were standing in their flat not even 25, with all this sadness hanging off their shoulders as heavy as anchors. For not the first time, she wondered if Swynlake was cursed. For not the first time, she wondered if she should leave. Of course, where would she end up? She couldn’t go back to London-- that wasn’t her home anymore. She couldn’t go to Brighton to her mother either. She couldn’t go anywhere without Perdita, Roger, and Paul. Because they were her family. They were her home.

But still she felt fragile, even though Perdita was stoic, her brow barely creased, and strong as ever. Anita still wanted to sit down herself. Put her head on her arms. She was so so tired of all the sadness, and she was starting to wonder who was going to be next, as though this was just an inevitable thing.

She had no idea how Perdy could just look at her, and look alright. Though-- then again, it wasn’t like Anita had burst into tears right away when she heard the news about her father. It had taken some time to sink in. Perhaps it would be worse if Perdita sat down, because it would give the sadness a chance to do just that. Perhaps, first, Perdita should take care of what needed to be done.

Because that’s what daughters did when something like this happened. They took care. Anita had done it; now Perdita would too.

“I...yes, of--of course, whatever you need,” said Anita, blinking, trying to keep herself together for at least Perdy’s sake. “I--- I’ll be fine on my own, don’t worry about me. I’ll-- go pull out your suitcase and get started,” she said. But despite saying this, Anita walked not toward the bedroom, but round the counter, toward Perdita. She reached out and grasped her hand. Her voice grew softer. “If you need anything else-- if-- if you need me to go with you...just ask. I love you, Perdita.” And she kissed her gently on the cheek before squeezing her hand one last time.

And now, there was work to be done.

PERDITA: Perdita smiled at her friend, glad for her. Glad that it was her here and not some stranger. That was why Perdita had come to Swynlake in the first place. Because her mother had banished her, cut her off, tore her from the family tapestry. And when Perdita had no one and nothing, she had run to Anita, because Anita was her family, before almost anyone else. Anita forgave her, Anita was strong in her own way, by being so soft.

She smiled gently as her friend kissed her cheek, and she felt her heart squeeze a little--but it wasn’t in sorrow. It was gratefulness. She grabbed onto Anita’s hand, squeezing it back.

“Thank you,” Perdita whispered quietly. “I’ll be just a moment.”

There was a word in Yiddish--aninut, or “intense mourning”. It was the time after someone first heard the news of a passing. The person is considered to be in such an intense state of shock they are not supposed to do anything but breathe, reflect. Sit down and wait for the news to hit them. Perdita did not have that luxury. She had things to do, but, she could bow her head for her mother, for just a moment and say the prayer she had neglected when she had first heard the news.

“Barukh atah Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha'olam, dayan ha-emet.” Blessed are You, Lord, our God, King of the universe, the Judge of Truth.

#bdrpanita #pernita #shiva #keirah #/pats my perdy

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