#ANYWAY SHOWER I SAID PUT DOWN THE PHONE GURL

[leconcombrerit]

I need to go take a shower and also the meds I've procrastinated for two hours but I'm very busy rolling on my bed kicking the blanket and yelling at my pillow about this week's episode while my cat and dog stopped caring ten minutes in a just snore unbothered by my emotional distress

[thefloorisbalaclava]

I need that promised Dinner Date for Mechanic!Frankie!!! <3

Of course!

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: Two awkward cuties who haven’t been on a date in a long time and another kiss. A longer one this time.

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Frankie smiled down at his phone as he read the text “Dinner tonight. My place” for the fiftieth time that morning. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening. He thought that the kiss you two shared might have scared you away, but here you were inviting him to dinner.

“Hey boss,” one of his mechanics said as he walked into the office. Frankie fumbled his phone, making it fly up in the air before landing on his desk. “Am I interrupting something?” the man asked, amused.

“Uh...no. What’s up?” Frankie cleared his throat and stood up.

“Is she hot?” The worker grinned and leaned against the doorframe.

“Get out,” Frankie said calmly.

“Wait, is it that woman that brings her car in like three times a week? She’s fucking hot, man. Way to go.” He clapped Frankie on the back as he walked past him out the door.

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Frankie rolled his eyes and began cleaning his tools.

“It’s a compliment, boss.”

“Hot? No...she’s gorgeous, beautiful, stunning...so much more than hot.” He stared off into space dreamily as he spoke.

“Man, you got it bad or maybe you got it good,” the man joked.

“One more thing like that outta your mouth and I’m sending you home.” He put the wrench he was cleaning down roughly and glared at his worker. “Be respectful, please.”

“Yes, boss. Sorry, boss.” The man walked off and busied himself and Frankie went back to daydreaming about you. 

He found himself feeling bad for thinking so much about the small kiss you two shared. It wasn’t like anyone could read his mind, but he still felt a little guilty. He also felt guilty for wanting the day to go by as fast as possible so he could get to you faster.

He closed up shop and headed home to shower and dress in some of his nicer clothes. He knew you wouldn’t have a problem with anything he wore but he still wanted to look nice for you.

Should he tell you he was getting ready?

just got home. be there soon, he texted and left it at that. You didn’t need to know that he was showering and all that.

After his shower, he looked at himself in the mirror. The towel sat just below his tummy and sucked it in, imagining how he would look if he was a bit more svelte. He’d definitely fit into his clothes a little better. He wondered if you liked your men a little more toned than he was.

“You’re an idiot, Francisco,” he sighed before walking away from the mirror and getting dressed.

The button up shirt he chose was one of the nicest he had. It took him about ten minutes to decide how many buttons he should leave undone. He didn’t want to look like he was trying to hard although he really was. His hair was almost completely dry by the time he finished dressing completely. He looked in the mirror again and tried styling it in different ways. He was so used to wearing a hat that his hair never seemed to look right without it. And his stubborn, errant curls went wherever they wanted anyway.

“Screw it,” he said quietly, standing up straight and giving himself a once over. He turned to the side and looked at his butt. “Hmm...” Then shook his head. “What the hell am I doing?” Before he did anything else stupid, he grabbed his jacket and walked out the door.

Right after he knocked on your door, he regretted not asking if he should bring anything. You opened the door and greeted him with a bright smile.

“You made it,” you said happily.

“I did. What...did you think I’d stand you up?” he asked as he walked inside.

“No, but, uh...” You looked him up and down and he felt his face getting hot. “I’m surprised some other woman didn’t snatch you up before you got here.”

“Oh,” he chuckled sheepishly, looking down at the floor.

“What I mean to say is that you look very nice. I mean, you always do but...you look nice.”

He shrugged. “Thanks.”

“Any time. Uh...you can come into the kitchen if you like.” 

He hung up his jacket and followed you in, watching you move to and fro. “Anything I can help with?” he asked.

“Nope, you’re my guest.”

“Okay. Smells good,” he commented.

“Thanks. It’s not quite as delicious as what you made me for dinner, but I hope you’ll like it.” You placed a plate on the table. “Please sit.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“I put wine out but if you want something different just let me know.” You made yourself a plate and sat across from him.

“Wine is...fine,” he said, shaking his head. “Sorry.” He picked up his fork and took a bite before nodding happily. “I knew it.”

“What?”

“It’s delicious.”

You clapped your hands together. “Good!”

You two talked about everything. It was easygoing and fun and something Frankie had avoided for so long. He knew he had just had dinner with you the other night but there was something even more pleasant this time around.

He smiled at the way you got a little more talkative and expressive when you got wine drunk. You laughed at his jokes, you even finished some of his sentences. Before he knew it, you were sitting in the chair next to his and had it turned so you could face him.

“Want some more wine?” you asked after finishing another glass of your own.

“No, I still have to get home, you know,” he joked. You both laughed then just looked at each other.

“So...” You put your glass down and held out your hands. “Lemme see your hands.”

“Hm okay.” He put his hands in yours and you turned them over, surveying them, feeling them. “Rough, I know.”

“They’re lovely hands,” you told him.

“What are you gonna do to ‘em? You gonna read my palms or something?”

“No, I just wanted to...” You looked at him and forgot what you were going to say. “Um...hold...them...”

“That’s fine with me...” He said your name quietly then you said his and then you were kissing. You both sighed into it like you both had breathed the very air you need into each other’s lungs. You let go of his hands so you could lock yours around the back of his neck, fingers tucked into his curls. Your tongue touched his first and he made a small sound before doing the same. Every time one of you pulled away it just started all over again. Neither of you could get enough.

The softness of your lips, the softness of his. Urgent yet not greedy or forceful. Sweet yet passionate. He’d never forget that you tasted of wine and that you smiled when you kissed. You didn’t have to know that he had opened his eyes a few times just to look at you.

When you finally pulled away from each other, you were both breathless.

“Um...wow,” he said quietly.

“Was that okay?” you asked.

“Okay? That was more than okay.” He touched your face softly and you smiled at him.

You both lingered at the door--him outside, you inside. You couldn’t bring yourself to say goodnight so you just kissed him again.

“I had a wonderful night,” he said, “Thank you.”

“Me too. I hope we can do it again sometime.” You ran your fingers over his knuckles then he turned your hand over so he could kiss the back of it.

“We can. I’d love nothing more,” he admitted. He leaned in for one more kiss which you gladly gave to him. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Francisco.” You closed the door and smiled dreamily to yourself before twirling around the living room. 

Frankie could see you through the window and he chuckled before driving off. He touched his lips. Everything he had kept himself from all those years he had found again on your lips.

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Glimpses: Part 11 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter

Summary: Kathryn gets news that effect your newly blossoming relationship.. or… whatever it is.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Hello everyone. I am pleased to announce that I finally finished this chapter and am very much excited about where this story is going from here. I hope you all still enjoy. Last week, I got asked to create a tag list and if anyone wants to be on it as well, just hit me up and you'll never miss a posting again. Thank you all for still being here, here we go! <3

Tag List: @danvers97

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You scrunch your nose as the sunlight hits your face and repeatedly blink our eyes upon the blinding sunbeam coming in through the half opened curtains. Slowly opening them, you find yourself in a bright room with high walls and take in the fresh breeze granted from the open windows and curtains right now.

Laying on your back, you close your eyes again before turning on your other side, as you realize you are, in fact, not alone in bed. Long dark hair is tickling your nose and you don’t need to think twice about who it might be, as the familiar scent of your crush hits you right away. Shocked, you move back a little. Too harsh and too fast, which is why you wake up the sleeping woman next to you and watch in awe as reality slowly gets her back. She is still in her clothes from last night and the little make up she wore is smudged around her eyes. It’s the most beautiful sight you have ever seen.

She locks eyes with you. “Good Morning, Sweetheart. Seems like we fell asleep somewhere,” she winks, “I’m gonna go fetch change and fetch us some breakfast to eat outside, yeah?”

With that she is already sitting up and about to leave the bed as you are still busy comprehending the situation that you found yourself in. Realizing the confused state you are in upon seeing the look on your face, she laughs. “Yes, I get up that quickly most of the time. I get it. It’s unsettling. But work made me adjust to getting as much sleep as possible by not spending time just laying around. It’s sleep, wake, work for me.” 

Laughing again, she walks past the bed and reaches for the door handle. “See you in the garden in about 30 minutes? Take your time and let me know if you need anything before, though. Also… there is fresh towels and a toothbrush in the bathroom, if you wanna take a shower. Feel  right at home.”

With that, she leaves the room and you stare at the closed door for a few seconds before finally stretching your body. You don’t know how to put the whole situation into words yet, but you reach for your phone to text Alex about what happened. Obviously, it would be faster and probably also more effective to call and actually talk to her but it would seem too real and you can't do too real just now.

Simply texting her what happened somehow feels less intimate than calling. It just feels less real. And that will have to do for now. Plus, Kathryn might come back any moment and you don’t want to just confront her with your friends.

It takes you a while to find the right words, so you put your phone down for a minute to put yesterday’s clothes back on and simply brush your teeth because you have decided to skip the shower since you took one just the day before.

After a while and multiple times of rewriting the message, it seems as if you put all the information in there that Alex would be interested in and you hit send, anxious for your best friend's response. Suddenly, there is a knock on your door. 

Kathryn’s head pops up in the door frame. “How do you like your coffee, Y/N?”

“Uuuuhm. I don’t actually know. I guess I just drink whatever my mom has in the pot? I’m not picky.” You scratch your head as a deep frown appears on your forehead.

Kathryn smiles softly. “Alrighty then. I’m nearly done in the kitchen. You could come help me take everything outside, if you want. That's all.”

You immediately jump from the bed to walk towards and help her, sliding your phone into your back pocket. Entering the kitchen, you can tell Alex has read the message and is frantically reacting to it. The vibration caused by her messages makes you anxious and, as clearly as you can hear them, you hope Kathryn doesn’t.

Ignoring the buzzing, you walk behind her and help her set up the table, admiring her silhouette. The sun is hitting her hair in a way that makes it appear to have a golden shimmer and the long white summer dress she put on for the day flows in the light wind that’s circling the backyard. You can see her back muscles move as she walks and watch as she elegantly makes her way through the house.

She turns around and catches you staring at her. “Like something you see?” She winks.

Embarrassingly, you simply continue the staring and open and close your mouth just like a fish until she laughs. “Calm down, sweetheart. You look very nice yourself and I certainly enjoy catching a glimpse or two of you.”

Take a breath. You like flirty Kathryn. Whenever she teases you, she is so very much different to the Kathryn you thought you’d meet back in the bar just a while back. Never would you have thought to get that lucky. Caught up in your thoughts, you miss how she bites her lips looking at you, barely, but long enough so you could’ve noticed, and her eyes momentarily move down to your lips.

As she catches your attention again, asking for the plates in your hands, her pupils are slightly widened and she brushes your fingers for a short moment. The tension gets broken by a loud noise coming from your pocket.

You both know the sound and look at each other for just a few seconds before you finally react. Taking out your phone and looking at it, you slightly panic as you see Alex’ name calling as you look at yourself on the screen. 

“Oh… it’s my best friend.” You say and it’s been quite a few seconds now and you still haven’t reacted. Usually, when moments like this happen, Alex puts the phone aside and does something else until you eventually pick up or the call ends.

This time, you forget about that and simply watch and completely forget to react as Kathryn reaches out, takes the phone from your hand and answers the call herself. As feared, Alex is already busy doing her make up - she is going out for dinner tonight - and is not paying attention to the phone at all as she can't really see the screen given to position she is in right now.

“MADAME GURL. I can’t believe you are not reading my fucking messages, like, how dare you ignore your highness,” she laughs from afar as she puts eyeliner on. You know she will look down any second now and don’t dare to move or speak. “No really, I need you to-“

She stops speaking. She drops her make up. Her mouth falls open. You can basically hear and see her heart sink to her knees. “To… to… I mean… I need her to uhm… call me back. Yeah. Call me back.”

“Good Morning!” Kathryn grins.

“I-… good morning, Ms Hahn.” Alex is now frantically fixing her hair that she had opened right when she realized she was talking to Kathryn.

“Call me Kathryn, honey. Kathryn is just right. And you are?”

You can tell Alex is about to pass out “Alexandra. But more like Alex. Alex is just fine.”

“It suits her better anyway.” You chime in from off the camera, just as you just got your self confidence back.

“BISH! Uhm, I mean.. Y/N!” Alex catches herself and the two of you make Kathryn laugh wholeheartedly.

She hands the phone back to you and starts moving back to the house. “I’ll leave you two to it for a moment and get the coffee. It was nice meeting you, Alex. Let me know if you need anything else, Y/N.” She smiles before she sends you a short wink as the camera is facing you again.

“DUDE.” Alex is close enough to her phone now that her whole face fills the screen.

“I KNOW.” You reply as you watch Kathryn walk through the hallway towards the kitchen.

Alex gets your attention back. “I thought you were still alone in bed, I’m so sorry. But like… oh my god. You need to fill me in. Like. OH MY GOD.” She shakes her head in disbelief. “I will definitely talk to you tonight, missy. And you need to like… I don’t even know.. get her. Like WOW. Have you SEEN her? I mean… wow.”

You smile, thinking back at last night. “Yeah, wow.” 

You see Kathryn making her way back through the hallway windows and look at Alex. “Honey, I will call or text you as soon as I get home, yeah? I love you, byyyyye.” And with that you hang up, not even awaiting a response, as Kathryn opens the door and steps out into the garden again.

“She’s cute,” She says as she makes her way to you. “Why’s she not your girlfriend?”

You stop for a moment and look at her. What an odd question to ask. Is she jealous? Does she want you to have someone else? What is this about? You’re probably overthinking right now, but still, a question like that right after meeting Alex doesn’t sit quite right with you. 

Brushing it off, you look at her and laugh. “She is married. That’s like… a big reason. Plus I adore her wife so… no no NO.” 

Kathryn chuckles. “I see. I’m sorry if this question was too direct. I was just wondering, since both of you are cute and… you know.”

“Yeah…” you say and Kathryn starts to realize that your thoughts are going places in your head right now.

She places a hand on your arm as you sit down. “Stop worrying. Alright? You are all good. It was a stupid joke. I’m sorry.” You know she means it and look at her thankfully as your smile finds its way back onto your face.

Breakfast is cute and calm as the two of you sit in comfortable silence and just enjoy each other’s presence. It’s a Sunday after all. The silence gets interrupted as Kathryn’s phone lights up and Jennifer‘s name appears on the screen. 

“Oh shoot.” She jumps up and takes her manager's call, walking away from the area.

You watch Kathryn gesturing wild as you sip your tea and can’t tell if she looks excited or stressed about what is being said on the phone. She finally hangs up and sits down across from you again. You want to ask what’s up but choose not to - she will tell you things if she feels like it after all.

Locking eyes with you, she sights before putting on a grin. “I got a new job.”

You can’t believe she really IS sharing information with you. “That’s amazing Kathryn! I am so excited!!!” You really want to ask her about more details but feel like it is not your place to do so.

“Yeah… yeah it is,” She doesn’t seem too convinced herself as she looks at you and you ask her about it by simply raising an eyebrow. “Well… it’s nice and all, but I’ll have to leave the country for a while. The movie gets shot in Europe and, to be honest, I have never really left the country that long for a job before.”

You appreciate how open she is with you and reach out to place your hand on hers. “I get that. And, I mean, I don’t even know what project you are working on. But, I really don’t need you to tell me what it is to know that it is gonna be just great.”

She smiles fondly and nods. “You’re right. It’s just…. You…,” locking eyes with you it seems like she is searching for words and reaches out for you to help her. “I really enjoy your company, Y/N and… you know.”

“I know.” You say and for a moment you think about kissing her. Just pulling her closer, next to you, onto your lap, anywhere really and capturing her lips with yours but somehow you feel like last night was last night and today is today. A different story.

“Really, Kathryn, it’s gonna be just great. Don’t worry about me.” You mean it and as your thoughts trail off and you ask yourself what project she might work on, you don’t realize how she is launching forward to pin you down on the side of the couch you are sitting on. It's one swift movement that you didn't see coming at all.

You open your eyes in shock and start panting as you realize she placed her body and basically all her weight on top of you while holding onto your wrists. The look she is giving you now is different to every look she has given you ever before and her pupils are dilated. You lie underneath her in shock and you know very well that this very moment is everything you ever wanted, while at the same time there is so much you should talk about, so you can't really enjoy the moment right now.

"Kathryn, I…" You start, but she is already removing herself from you.

"I know! I know. I don't know what came over me. I guess I'll just miss you. A lot." A forced smile appears on her face and you wish you could comfort her, but really, you are just as hurt.

You feel like it's time to ask her what the two of you are exactly, test out the waters and see where she stands in all of it, but at the same time you feel like it is way too early and you don't really know why you are thinking about all of this in the first place and as you think about it more you can literally feel the panic setting in and you are probably overthinking but really, we are talking about Kathryn Hahn here, so really, where could this lead?

Right as Kathryn sits up and fixes her dress on her side of the couch again, her phone starts chiming endlessly as she is reaching for her coffee. Her hand changes paths and grabs the device instead and you watch her as she leans back into her cushions after shooting you an apologetic look.

"Oh no, OH NO. Oh no no no no no." She sits up straight again and swipes through her phone.

Worried, you sit down right next to her without looking at her screen to keep her privacy. "How can I help you?" She turns towards you and looks at you with kind eyes before placing her free hand on your upper side. "You are already doing a lot by grounding me, sweetheart. That's more than most people can do for me."

You smile cheekily and get more comfortable next to her after planting a short kiss on her cheek. "Happy to provide." She reacts differently than you anticipated because, given the situation that just happened, you thought she would be very much into the idea of you getting closer to her again. Instead, she is looking at you with sad eyes as she slowly lowers her phone to give you her full attention.

Your smile fades and you prepare for the worst, not knowing what makes her look this sad.

"Jennifer mailed. She made a mistake. It was a late booking. I will travel to the set in Europe by the end of the week. But cast and crew get together starts tomorrow. On the other side of the country."

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Daily Blog #15: August 22, 2021

Dollar Tree is honestly pretty fucking awesome 👌👌👌

I set my alarm for like 6:25 this morning, but it took 6 minutes for the "Horsin' Around" theme song instrumental to wake me up. I was pretty tired lol. I just dismissed it and went back to sleep.

I only went back to sleep because I knew I had another alarm set for 7:00. That got me up.

I should mention that this was still in the RV over an hour away from the house.

After I got up, I went to go get a shower, and did so successfully.

Unfortunately, I had forgotten my brush this time and had to do it afterwards after my hair had a bit of time to dry, which did make it a little more difficult lol.

I got dressed and grabbed my stuff, putting it into my car.

I made it a point to see and say "see you later" to my grandparents before I left for the flea market.

My dad insisted that I stayed to say goodbye to my mom, so I left.

I did NOT have cell service up there, as was mentioned in my previous 2 blogs of which I could only post today, so finding my way was a tiny bit difficult until I got some service to ask Google to take me to "...".

It worked and I got there.

On my drive, I listened to 1 by Simple Kid, a CD I had previously purchased at a Dollar Tree location.

I got a call from the guy at the flea market saying that I had some people there waiting for me. He asked how far away I was, to which I said "about 10 minutes." Ironically, that call made me miss my exit, as Google couldn't talk during the call, and added about 3 minutes to my arrival time lmao.

I did sell the Xbox that he said someone was interested in. I got $40 for it. I spent 27¢ on it. Pretty good return if you ask me.

I couldn't sell it with anything other than a power cord because the controller and AV cables I had been using to play it there were for my personal console. I'm just glad I can actually hook my Xbox up and stop having to drag them to the flea market along with a small library of games.

Not too long after I sold the Xbox, someone came in and asked if I wanted to see some electronics he had in his car. I went out with him. It was a pair of 3ft speakers and a Pioneer audio system with dual cassette decks (although neither of them works) and a 25 Disc CD-changer, as well as the standard AM/FM tuner. Additionally, there was a Fisher amplifier and AM/FM tuner as well as a Fisher Direct Drive turntable. He said he wanted $60 for em, but before that he casually, and probably accidentally, dropped that he was just gonna take em to the thrift store.

Big mistake.

I got em for $35 lmao. THERE GOES MOST OF MY PROFIT.

Oh well.

I tested everything. As I mentioned, the cassette decks don't work, but everything else does apart from the turntable needing a new stylus.

I posted some new photos of the shop to Facebook, and someone soon DMed me about a stereo system.

I priced everything, and it turns out I have about $300 worth of equipment from that deal, the Fisher amp and tuner being worth about $150.

The buyer will hopefully show up next weekend, for he wants to buy the Fisher stuff ($185 with the turntable), the 3ft speakers, an 8-track deck, and a Kenwood deck we've had for a week or two.

The speakers are listed for $50 (and are worth around $100-150), the Kenwood Deck for $50 as well, and the 8-track for $35. That makes it about $320 in equipment. Since he's buying so much, I'll knock it down to $270 and essentially give him the speakers or cassette deck for free lol.

Apart from that stuff, not much happened at the flea market. I sold some records, cassettes, CDs and I think 2 DVDs. One person bought a VHS tape? That money was the other guy's though. Oh well xD.

I can't say that I didn't miss my wonderful partner while on the trip. I actually brought along the stuffed animal they gave me (who's name is Greg) and snuggled with him both nights.

I was very happy to hear from them UwU.

They let me rant and I let them rant.

I honestly give them too much responsibility over me xD. I'm like, "Okay, I'm gonna do this. HOLD ME TO IT."

I know I can't hold myself to anything I personally say (this blog being the only exception apparently), but I listen to them pretty well I think 🤔. If they tell me, "No, you don't need that VCR," so long as it's not some weird specialty thing, like a worldwide VCR 🥵, I'll be like "Yeah, you rite bro."

I love you man xD. You control my craziness pretty well. I'm so thankful for you UwU.

#relationshipgoals

So part way through the flea market day, I went over to Dollar Tree to buy some snack, but ended up looking through the CDs to see if there was anything good. I took photos of about 18 CDs and flipped through them online for the remainder of the flea market day.

I deleted the photos of the ones I didn't want and kept those that I liked. Surprisingly, I ended up buying 13 CDs there, but not before dropping them on the floor like the dumbass I am.

Also, sorry for all the nerd shit I spilled on your lap earlier. No one cares about amps and tuners xD.

I'M LISTENING TO ONE OF THE DOLLAR TREE CDS RIGHT NOW THO.

I already transferred over to my online library on iBroadcast and put the disc into my CD changer, which is now holding 164 CDs.

Its max capacity is 300 discs 🥵

WHY AM I NERD

Oh well

I like being a nerd gurl

Also maybe a technosexual 👀

I get really excited over some electronics. Like. REALLY excited.

Some editing VCRs are like "Holy shit that is SEXY. Look at those goddamn VU meters 🥵. And hhhh there are like 7 inputs on this thing and individual controls for left and right audio gain, not to mention Hi-Fi S-VHS recording. Hhhhhhhhhhh please gimme 😭. Why are you so expensive?"

I uh, mean, uh, *cough* look, pretty lights.

Oh yeah, I was gonna say the album I was listening to xD. MAN I GOT SIDETRACKED.

It's 37 Everywhere by Punchline. Def give it a listen; it's pretty heccin good.

Another notable album I picked up was Page One by Steven Page. I very much like the first track, "A New Shore." It's quite catchy and he has a great voice imo.

Also at dollar tree, I bought a regular bag of Fieras and 2 bags of Fieras Sticks, which were marked down to 75¢/bag because they're expiring soon.

I honestly like the generic Dollar Tree version of Takis more than actual Takis. They're a lot more flavorful when it comes to the lime, but also hotter at the same time.

Don't get the hot nacho ones tho. Hot nacho? More like hot pile of shit.

HAH

Goteem.

They're not that good xD.

THE REGULAR ONES ARE FIRE THO

"How do you do fellow kids?"

I got home and started working on putting the CDs onto my computer, and then onto iBroadcast, but not without first adding The Music Man to my digital library, something I had neglected for a month or two. The CD had just been sitting there lol.

I also switched my digital file for "The Black Parade" to that of the uncensored CD, which I had purchased before I event started working over 2 months ago.

MAN I'M LAZY

I eventually get around to shit tho lol. I guess it's just a matter of priority.

What usually takes priority is digging through everything to find something that I forgot about but then remembered, making a mess in the process that I would then have to clean up, at least partially.

I think the album just ended. I've been writing for a while xD. I'ma start "I Made You Something" by The Island of the Misfit Toys.

I'll tell you where that album came from in a minute.

In the meantime, where was I?

I kinda lost my train of thought despite reading up to see where I was. Oh well. On I go.

I ate dinner and kept working on those CDs, eventually putting my clothes from the week into the washer.

I FORGOT TO PUT MY SHAPING UNDERWEAR IN. FUCKING HELL MAN.

I wanted to wash em for this week 😭

No tight pants for Leonna I guess qwq.

Meanwhile, the box of my CD album cases is overflowing. I need another box.

I keep all of the album artworks in a big CD folder. That's almost full.

I wanna fill my entire CD changer. That's one of my big goals in life. Idk why, but I just wanna legitimately fill the entire thing.

My clothes are in the dryer now. I don't think I have the time (or energy) to fold them tonight. I'll leave that for tomorrow morning before work.

And God. Fucking. Damnit. I start school again on Wednesday. NOT looking forward to that, and neither are my 2 coworkers. We already have low enough staff, but only the two of them working is gonna be a pain in the ass.

I'll still work Saturdays.

I need to contact my guidance counselor to get out of the gym class I signed up for. I scheduled this shit before I found out I was trans, and I don't wanna deal with the fucking locker room situation 🙄 I have far more important matters.

Okay so anyway, the album I'm listening to came from a cassette. I bought this cassette a few months ago at the flea market along with a few others. The reason I bought them? They were all newer cassette releases from the 2010's, and they're all actually pretty good music from very indie bands.

Currently getting mad at iBroadcast's compression algorithm. It's unnaturally fucking anything over -10db up. Oh well, there's not really anything I can do about it.

I have like 13GB of music on my phone btw. That's about 3.5k songs on 268 albums.

I'm kind of an audiophile, but I'm too cheap to pay for a lossless service. Oh well.

They do actually have a lossless service on iBroadcast, but once again, too cheap.

Someone just sent me a friend request who legitimately posted that BLM and the democratic party are hate groups.

BLOCK.

Goodbye ho.

I don't get that. They call the democratic party a hate group when they hate people like me, and I, being more of a democrat although not fully because the 2-party system is fucked, think nothing more of them than they're very wrong about certain things, especially, as shown, that black people, as well as asian, Indian, native, and people of all ethnicities and backgrounds, are not equal to white people.

Yeh.

Totally.

You go buddy.

Anyway, yeah, I can, and do, convert music and video from analog formats to digital files in order for me to archive and listen to whenever and wherever I please. I've actually made a bit of a business out of it, but I don't get too much work from it. At least I'm not overloading myself xD.

I honestly have so much more to say, but I should probably go to sleep soon.

A few final shoutouts to the following people and companies:

-Dollar Tree

-Steven Page

-Broken World Media

-The Island of Misfit Toys

-Simple Kid

-Punchline

-My incredible partner QwQ I love you so much. Thanks for being the best all the time. I hope I can give you the best life ever.

Anyway I suppose this is goodnight. Lmk if you want a full list of the CDs I bought today! I'll link that song by Steven Page here.

And here's a good song from Simple Kid

I really like music lol. Enjoy these pieces.

Anyway, goodnight lol.

Lots of love,

-Leonna.

[sanders-sides-fic]

Cousin’s support

2,868 words

triggers: implied death, cheating, cursing, being kicked out, mentioned toxic relationship, mentioned hate against polyamory (please let me know if I should add anything else)

It started with a tragedy.

Roman and Remus moved back into the cold, abandoned house about a year after it had happened. Not much had changed, but that surely didn’t help. The only reason they even still had the house was because their parents had bought the property and had the house built there, and it’d been payed off right away. Their parents hadn’t been rich, per se, but they had always had the habit of saving wherever they could so they didn’t have any debts to pay. They’d only been in debt once, and that hadn’t even been for more than three years. Roman and Remus had had… interesting parents, if you wanted to say it like that.

Anyways, the house was all theirs, and they didn’t have to pay rent. So, while both water and juice had been caught off without anyone to pay for it, the house was theirs still. The only problem was that there was a lot of renovating to be done. And both Remus and Roman were university students. In other words: Both twins were broke. Absolutely broke. That had been the reason Roman initially had the idea to rent some rooms out to friends, kind of a shared living kinda situation. Their friends had basically lived with them anyways. Patton, not liking the quiet of his often empty apartment, was thrilled at the idea. Logan has said that it was only logical, and since everyone of them would benefit he agreed. 

Remus, however, said that it would only be fair on the condition that it meant he would be allowed to invite some of his friends as well. And Roman agreed, though not without hesitating. Not because he had anything against it as such, but because Remus had a habit of picking rather strange fellows as his friends. But the two that he choose were more than alright with Roman, and he suspected the older twin had taken Roman’s concerns into consideration.

Yes, Remy and Janus were alright. Remy was nice enough, tough a bit chaotic, and he wasn’t home most of the time anyways. How that man worked, slept and payed for all that coffee was beyond any of his room mates, but he was caring when it came down to it and fun to be around in general. And while Janus was a teasing, flirting, dramatic liar with enough flair to pass as a character on a broadway production and a never ending pool of sarcasm… Well, he had strict morals, though it was anyone’s guess what those were, and he made a point to almost force the others to take care of themselves. Even with - hopefully - empty threats, if needed.

And the six of them were surprisingly functioning rather well. They complimented each other, were there for each other, filled in wherever another one fell short, and made sure to pull each other out of harmful habits. Within five months after the house was renovated and they’d moved in for good none of them could imagine living without the others.

Until the 19th of December.

It was cold. Well, cold for Florida. 37 degrees weren’t exactly cold for winter anywhere else, but… Well, it was chilly with the wind blowing mercilessly and it was raining cats and dogs out there. So when someone knocked, at almost nine in the afternoon no less, they were all surprised.

They’d been sitting in the shared space and talked, throwing popcorn at each other as they debated Disney. But the knocking had sounded urgent, even though it had been just three knocks. It was Remy who stood up and went over, opening the door - and he gasped when he saw who it was. The others could see them as Remy still blocked the view, but if Remy had gasped like that it couldn’t be good. A lot of concerned glances were exchanged. 

“Uh, hi… Hi, Remy.”, a voice hesitantly spoke up, almost a mumble. It was a rough voice and it sounded like they had been crying. Even less good.

“V?! What are you doing here? What… You didn’t walk here, did you?”, Remy cried out. Silence, but apparently they had answered one way or the other, because Remy gasped again. “Gurl, it’s raining. Scratch that, it’s pouring out there! You’re gonna die.”

“Gee, thanks. I hadn’t noticed.”, they said and one could basically hear the eye roll. Then there was a sigh. “I just… I didn’t know what else to do and… God, I feel so stupid, but… Can I, like, crash on the couch? If, if your room mates don’t mind? I just… You know, I just don’t know where to go.”

Remy didn’t even miss a beat before he answered: “Gurl, of cause. Come in!” And when he stepped to the side, he revealed a figure in dark clothing. His purple hair dripped from underneath the black and purple patchwork hoody he wore, his purple converse had to be drenched too and the black jeans clung to his legs. He was shivering ever so slightly and even with his head lowed slightly, you could see the way his eyeliner was running. The guy, V, gave Remy a doubtful glance but stepped in anyways.

“Wait here, I’ll go get a towel.”, Remy said to him as he closed the door. The guy nodded, not looking up. Then he turned to the other people in the room. “Would you guys mind making a coffee- no, not that. Tea? Uh, a hot chocolate? Something to warm him up.” Patton, of cause, nodded right away and jumped up.

The guy himself flinched at that, looking at Remy almost panicked. “Oh, no, that’s not… I don’t need-” But Remy was gone already and he cut himself off with a sigh. For a few moments he just stood there, shifting uncomfortably in the silence as Patton rummaged through the kitchen. Then he took a deep breath and looked over, a shaky smile playing with black lips. “Uh, hi? Sorry to just drop in on you. Uh… Janus. Remus. ‘s been a while.”

And Roman hadn’t noticed, but next to him Janus had been frozen and this seemed to snap him out of it. He’d never seen Janus jump up that fast, or reach out to someone with such a concerned look on his face, fingers hovering just above someone else as though he was afraid of them disappearing if he did. “Virgil?”, he whispered breathless. And the guy nodded, avoiding eye contact. “Virgil, what happened? Why are you here? You live on the other side of town and you… Is that blood?”

For a moment Virgil looked confused, but then a light seemed to dawn on him and he touched his left cheek, bringing his finger tips back red. “Oh. Oh! That fucker scratched me.”

“Who did? It wasn’t Jurij, was it?” That was Remy, coming back with a black towel in his hand and a few clothes of his own. Virgil hesitated, but nodded after a few seconds. For some reason, that seemed to make Janus angry. “Your boyfriend hurt you?” Virgil nodded again.

“Well… I mean, I don’t think he was thinking clearly or he wouldn’t have… God, why am I even defending him? He’s just… God! I hate him. I fucking hate him!”

Silence. It was Remus speaking up this time: “What happened?” Virgil glared at the wall for a little bit. Then he took a shuddering breath, fists clenched and tears welling up in his eyes.

“He cheated on me. Didn’t even leave the room to pick up her call. Got angry when I confronted him, said I had no right to be mad about it. So I broke up. And he… lost it. Slapped me, yelled, called me a pretentious slut, pushed me out the door and locked it. The neighbors eventually threatened to call the cops because of the noise, so I…”

“Walked here? In the dark? While it was raining?” Virgil nodded again.

“I would’ve called or taken the bus or something, but I don’t have my phone or money, so…”

“Shit. Shit, Virge, I’m so sorry. Do you want me… I can go over there and make them choke on their own blood, if you want.” Virgil cringed at Remus’ words. “Ah. I see you haven’t changed much.” Remus only flashed a grin that just looked way too proud.

“Well, you go change and dry up. Don’t worry, I got you covered. We’ll figure this out in the morning.”, Remy interrupted, patting Virgil’s shoulder. And Roman’s heart clenched when he saw the hesitant hope building in Virgil’s dark eyes. “You sure? I mean, I just panicked. I can figure out something else if you want me to, probably. I don’t… I don’t wanna be a bother.”

And Remy put both his hands on Virgil’s shoulders, looking deep inside his eyes and went: “No - Do you hear me? - fucking way.” And when Virgil didn’t look convinced yet, Remy placed his hands on his hips in what he called his “bitch, please”-pose. “How many times did you let me crash on your couch when I was drunk and lost? And even if ya didn’t, gurl, you’re family. Now, get your ass into the shower before you get a cold or, so god help me, I will smother the living hell out of you with blankets and cookies. Got it?”

Roman had never seen Remy showing his care fore someone so openly on his face. Not once. And Virgil quirked a smile and mumbled a thanks, before taking the towel and the clothes and vanishing into the bathroom. How he found it on the first try, Roman did not know. It usually took him ages to find the right door in his friends’ places, and Virgil hadn’t even asked for directions.

Janus stayed where he was, trembling in unadulterated rage, perfectly manicured hands clenched into fists tightly enough to color them white. “I’ll kill that asshole. I can’t believe him! Seriously. Pretentious slut? No right to be mad?”

“I share the sentiment, hun, but Virge wouldn’t approve, so no. Still… I knew that bitch was no good.”, Remy forced out, teeth gritted.

“Of cause not!”, Remus exclaimed in a high pitched screech, “You know what he said at the beginning. Every fucking word out of his mouth was either a lie or a red flag. I seriously don’t know why Virgy even liked him. He’s an asshole, and not the good kind either!”

Janus relaxed in what looked like defeat. “Yes, well, sometimes we accept the love we think we deserve.”

“That’s bull. Virge deserves so much more!”

“And you think I don’t know that?!” That was the first time he had ever seen Janus scream. Not raising his voice, literally screaming. “But he doesn’t. Besides, you study psychology, don’t you? So you should know very well what manipulation does to you.”

Silence.

“I think three of us are pretty confused right now. Mind telling us who this is?”, Patton asked from next to Roman, a mug of steaming hot chocolate with cream and sprinkles on top. He’d used his own, the glittery and colorful ones, and the food coloring had started to sip into the cream. It was a sign of how much Patton cared, even though he obviously didn’t know Virgil any better than Roman himself, and he wondered briefly if he’d heard what Virgil had said about his now-ex earlier. But mainly Roman wondered when the hell his friend had come back into the room.

“Yes, naturally.”, Janus said, because of cause it was Janus who managed to calm down enough to at least put on a calm facade first. “This just now was Remy’s cousin, Virgil Black. He used to go to school with Remus and I, and that’s how we became friends with Remy in the first place, frankly. Virgil is also the one Remy talks about when he says he won’t come home for the night because he’s staying at his cousin’s.”

“Virgy used to be closer to us back in high school.”, Remus took over, and such a soft voice was all wrong coming from Remus. “But his ex was a dick, and when we found out that he was a dick he decided to push Virgil away from us. Made us look like the bad guys and guilt tripped him and all that. It usually wasn’t that bad until we found out that…” At this point he shared a look with Remy, who nodded once. So Remus continued: “Well, Virgy is ace and polyamorous. And he hadn’t been out to anyone but his friend for a while, but suddenly the entire school knew. That was on him.”

“And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he called him a whore. Said being polyamorous meant he was easy, which is just… just, no. So we had a little intervention, and… Well, the bitch couldn’t cut me off because I’m his family and he wouldn’t ever leave his family behind, but-”

“-but he got Virgil to stop talking to us. Or any of his friends, as far as I heard.”, Janus sighed. Remy shot him a glare for the interruption, but nodded in confirmation.

“So, let me sum this up.”, Logan asked, eyes squinted and mouth pressed to a hard line. “Virgil is Remy’s cousin, who just get kicked out by his ex-boyfriend, who has double standards and considers it fair to cheat on him, after ending a toxic relationship. Said ex-boyfriend manipulated and isolated him, thus leaving you two unable to help. He has no where to stay and decided to turn to Remy, which lead him to walk to the other side of the city, at…” Logan glanced at the clock “nine p.m., in the rain. He is most probably emotionally scarred from this toxic relationship, and might feel insecure about his romantic orientation. Did I miss anything?”

Three people shook their heads. Roman took the chance to glance at his room mates. Remus looked angry, Remy looked defeated, Janus looked absolutely heart-broken (which was just such a wrong expression on his face), Patton had pressed one hand on his mouth in horror as silent tears feel down his face, and Logan, well, Logan looked absolutely furious.

He himself felt all of those feelings as well.

“I usually showed up unannounced. Otherwise Jurij would schedule something there so I couldn’t come. And whenever I brought up that Virgil might want to leave him… Virgil would never talk about it, but whatever he said made him ignore all my calls and stuff for a week at least.”, Remy sighed, plopping back onto the couch and running his hand through his hair. “I’m just glad it’s over.”

“I agree. Although the end seems to have come in a suboptimal form, from the sounds of it that may prevent him from coming to future harm.”, Logan agreed, his voice still angry but also achingly soft.

It was quiet for a little bit, the shower running the only noise in the entire house. Then Remus looked at Roman, and - dear Shakespeare - he couldn’t stand his twin’s usually bright and mischievous eyes being filled with such a pleading look. “I know we said both of us were allowed to invite two friends each, but…”

Roman knew what he was asking. And even if the way Remus looked at him hadn’t been enough to convey the urgency of this request, Roman wouldn’t have dreamed of saying no. He’d want to help Virgil no matter what. So he gave his brother a soft smile. “We never figured out what to do with the room on the end of the hallway, anyways.”

Remus’ face lit up instantly and Janus and Remy looked just as excited. Patton nodded with so much urgency that it made all of them chuckle lightly. Logan rightened his already perfectly positioned glasses and hummed in agreement. “It does seem to be a good decision. If he’s related to Remy and friends with both Janus and Remus I don’t see a reason to mistrust him. And splitting the power and water bill with one more won’t do any harm either. So, as long as Virgil himself agrees…”

Remy laughed at that. “Oh, don’t worry. He won’t, but I’ll get him to understand it’s not a bother sooner or later.”

And Remy was right.

So, while it had started with a tragedy that had left both Roman and Remus with an empty place in their hearts, Roman was happy with what had come from it. Six room mates he adored and, as he watched Janus straightening out nonexistent wrinkles in his shirt for the tenth time at least, next to Logan nervously scanning through a novel, and as he saw Virgil coming down the stairs, giving the two of them a smile… Well, Roman was happy for them. Even though the rest of the house had had to suffer through some serious obliviousness and flirting disguised as arguments. It had been worth it in the end, though.

Seeing three of his best friends going on their first date was worth all of it.

General tag-list: @gattonero17 

[joygaytrash]

Love Guidance - Chapter Six

Word Count: 1771

Notes: Howdy, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted the last chapter lmao. Anyways, there’s not much to say besides if y’all got any questions, feel free to ask.

September 2nd, 2017

Emile woke up early that morning, earlier than what he usually woke up at on the weekends. Emile usually woke up at 9 in the morning, but today, Emile woke up two hours early.

He sighed softly and pushed himself off his bed, gathering some clothes before going across the hall and into the bathroom. Emile placed his clothes on the counter then turned the shower to a decent temperature. After that, Emile took off his pajamas and got in the shower.

Emile hummed 'A Giant Woman' as he washed the shampoo out of his hair then grabbed the bottle of conditioner. Emile put the conditioner in his hair before putting the bottle back and grabbed the body wash.

When he finished his shower and got dressed, Emile quietly made his way into the kitchen. Elliott and Patton were still asleep on the couch, practically using each other as pillows. Emile couldn't help but smile at them, releasing a relaxed sigh.

Emile loved his kids from the bottom of his heart ever since day one. To Emile, it felt like it was only yesterday when he brought Elliot home from the foster group home. He remembered how excited Patton was to finally have someone else to tell his jokes and puns to. He remembered how emotional the three of them had gotten when Emile told Elliott that he was adopting them.

Another relaxed sigh left Emile's mouth when the coffee machine let out a soft beep behind him, telling him the coffee was done. He turned around and went over to the cupboard, grabbing himself mug. Emile then poured some coffee into his mug before placing the coffee pot back on the machine. After doing that, Emile grabbed the creamer from the fridge, pouring a generous amount into his coffee then put it back.

As Emile drank his coffee, he let the family dog, Muffin, outside, letting him do his business. Once Muffin came back inside, Emile closed the door behind him and watched as Muffin went onto the couch, laying down next to Patton. He smiled fondly at the memory of Muffin's first day in the house.

He remembers Patton begging him for months about wanting a dog, promising to take care of the dog as much as possible(Patton was nine at the time, there was no way Emile was letting him take care of a dog by himself). But, nevertheless, Patton had done an amazing job taking care of Muffin when he was younger.

After Emile finished the rest of his coffee, he placed his empty mug in the sink then went back to his room, deciding to get some house chores done while the kids were asleep. He stopped by the laundry room on his way back to his room, grabbing the basket of clean clothes off the floor and carried it to his room.

***

Elliott groaned at they woke up, the sun shining in their eyes. They blinked whatever sleep was left in their eyes before trying to move, only to be trapped by Patton and Muffin. Elliott let out another groan, closing their eyes again. Elliott opened their eyes once more when they heard their phone buzz on the coffee table.

They reached over to the table and grabbed their phone, looking at the screen. It was a message from Mitchell, Elliott's asshole of a boyfriend.

Mitch: hey babe, wyd?

You: Just woke up. Wyd?

Mitch: nothin' much

Mitch: just bored

Mitch: and thinkin' about you, of course ;)

Elliott rolled their eyes, leaving Mitchell on read as they turned their phone off and dropped it on their lap, sighing.

Patton woke up a few minutes later, stretching his arms and almost hit Elliott in the face when he stretched. Once their little brother was fully awake, the two untangled their arms and legs, making sure not to kick or hit each other on accident.

"We good now?" Patton asked once him and Elliott were finally apart.

"Yup. You think Pops is awake?"

Patton shrugged, standing up off the carpeted floor. Muffin sat on the couch and barked, making Patton laugh and pet him. Elliott smiled, pushing themself off the couch. They then made their way to the kitchen, Patton and Muffin followed behind them. Elliott grabbed two bowls and spoon while Patton gave Muffin his food.

"We need more food for Muffin," Patton pointed out, holding up the empty dog food bag.

"Okay, I'll let Pops know," Elliott said, grabbing the cereal box. Patton beamed at Elliott, giving them a quick hug. Elliott laughed as they gave Patton a one-armed hug.

Emile ended up coming back downstairs once he heard laughed, seeing Elliott and Patton in the kitchen. He walked in and hugged both of them, making Patton jump a little before he giggled. Emile laughed, placing a kiss on the two's foreheads.

"Morning Pops," Patton and Elliott greeted at the same time as Patton returned Emile's hug.

"Morning, you two. Whatcha putting together for breakfast?" Emile asked, letting go of his kids. Elliott shrugged, motioning towards the bowls and spoons on the counter. "We're just having cereal for breakfast. Also, we need to get more dog food for Muffin," Elliott explained.

"Okay. I can get some when I bring him to the pet groomers downtown. They have a pet store right next to it," Emile stated.

"Ooh, I wanna come! I've been aching to take Muffin out for a walk, if we are walking there, of course since we don't live that far from the downtown area," Patton said, rambling a little.

"Of course you can come, sweetheart. And we are walking, the weather is too nice to drive in," Emile replied, grabbing himself a bowl and spoon.

"Yay!"

Emile couldn't help but laugh, loving the hyper energy Patton gave off.

The three sat at the counter and had shared a simple breakfast of cereal. Emile was having his second cup of coffee for the day, fully waking himself up this time with this cup.

"So, you have fun last night?" Elliott asked, looking over at their dad. Emile nodded, taking another drink of coffee. "Mhm. I had a fantastic time and I met this nice guy there," Emile replied.

Patton let out a small squeal, "Oooh! Was he cute? What's his name?"

Emile blushed lightly at the second question, setting the mug down. "Well, yes, he is cute but we just met and I don't want to seem like I'm desperate or anything," Emile explained. Patton squealed again, running over to his dad and hugging him.

"Oh my gosh, Pops, you're in love!" Patton looked over at Elliott, "You hear that, Ell? Pops is in love!"

"I am not, you goof. All I said was the guy was cute, I never said I liked him," Emile said, trying not to laugh, "And besides, I'm pretty sure he doesn't even like me like that."

A small ding came from Emile's phone and Emile wiggled out of Patton's grip to grab it, looking at the screen to see who it was. And speak of the handsome devil himself; It was Remy.

Remy: Gm cutie <3

You: Morning :)

Remy: [Image attached]

Remy: The puppies have taken my son from me.

The picture Remy had sent Emile was Remy's son, Thomas, with probably 10 to 15 puppies on him and around him.

"Ooh, whose Remy, Pops?" Elliott asked, peering over Emile's shoulder.

"He's the guy I met last night,"

"And you already got his number? Nice,"

"Oh shush, El,"

You: Oh my gosh, he looks just like you

You: I guess I found the new meaning to like father, like son

Remy: Aw, Em, you flatter me ;)

"Oh my gosh, Patton was right, you're head over heels for this Remy guy," Elliott pointed out, placing their's and Patton's empty bowls in the sink. Emile rolled his eyes, focusing back on his conversation with a little smile clear on his face.

You: And you easily make me smile

Remy: That's the plan, Em ;)

And Emile couldn't help but laugh, causing Patton to let out an excited squeal.

***

"Dammy, I am such a disaster," Remy confessed, leaning on the deserted counter.

"No, really, I totally didn't notice," Damian sarcastically shot back, currently feeding the snakes in the reptile section of the store. Thomas was next to him, watching quietly in complete awe. The pet store was pretty empty that day, with it being Saturday and all, meaning people would hold off on running errands till later that afternoon.

Once each snake got their own mouse, Damian hopped off the step ladder, sticking the metal grabber back under the snake cage. He walked back over to the counter with Thomas following close behind him.

"So, Uncle Damian, what's on your work agenda for the day?" Thomas asked, resting his arms on the counter surface.

Damian pursed his lips. "Nothing much really. Brenda asked me to help out at the groomers today due to her main groomer being out sick and the appointment is at 11:45," Damian replied, just as another one of the pet shop employees walked in.

"Morning Courtney," Damian greeted.

"Morning Damian," Courtney greeted back. The flirtatious tone in her voice made Damian roll his eyes in annoyance and looked over at Remy.

"Damn gurl, she still be flirting with you?" Remy asked in a hushed voice, peering at Damian over the top of his sunglasses.

"Yup," Damian replied, saying the letter 'p' with a loud pop noise. "Even though I told her that I am not into women, she still does it," He added in his own hushed voice.

"Why are we talking quietly?" Thomas whispered, clearly confused. Remy laughed, ruffling Thomas' hair. The teen let out his own laugh, batting away his dad's hand.

"Hey Courtney, I need you to cover the counter for a good 45 minutes or so! I gotta go fill in for Brenda's main groomer next door!" Damian called out to the back of the store.

Courtney popped her head out from the break room, a big smile on her face. "Of course, Damian! Anything for you!" She replied, practically skipping over to the counter.

"Thanks!" He called back, disappearing into the hallway that connected the store and groomers, making for easy access. Remy sighed, looking down at his phone and waited for a certain someone to text him while Thomas went to go look at the fish in their tanks.

The bell at the front door rang, not really alarming neither Remy or Courtney. But it was the voice that caught Remy's attention.

"Oh, hi Remy!"

[quarterfromcanon]

No One’s Really Got It Figured Out Just Yet

Heather & Valencia - Femslash February - Day 13 - Tease [3,289 words]

The bridal shower was for everyone but the bachelorette party was just for the Gurl Group. Against her better judgment, Valencia made arrangements at a karaoke bar. Even though the bride-to-be was notoriously off-key, she knew that singing pop hits with her “#squad” was the activity the guest of honor would enjoy most. She, Heather, and Paula could grin and bear it for one night in order to give their girl the special memories she deserved. All good intentions aside, though, the elated screech that tore out of Rebecca when she learned where they were going was enough to leave them all wincing and rubbing their ears.

The four of them opted to share a car for the hour drive to their destination. Rebecca led Paula into the backseat to begin planning song choices. Heather rode in the passenger seat beside Valencia to read directions off the app.

Rebecca skimmed through Googled suggestions and mumbled to herself. She lifted her finger away from the scrollbar, turned sideways, and grabbed Paula’s wrist. “Oh my gosh, wait. ‘Mickey’ would be really cute, right? But it could be like my own little spin on it: ‘Hey, Joshy!’”

Paula’s face went slack with horror. “Good Lord.”

Valencia and Heather rushed to her aid.

“Dude, no.”

“Uh-uh. Unanimous veto.”

Rebecca held up her hands. “All right, I get it. Consider it scrapped. That would alienate the rest of the audience anyway. Plus, Josh won’t even be there to sing it to, so like, what would be the point?”

Everybody relaxed. Paula tilted Rebecca’s phone so they could both see the results. “Here, let Mama take a look at what else you’ve got.”

Rebecca eagerly scooted over and indicated a few additional options she thought might suit the purpose. Crisis averted, Valencia and Heather returned their focus to the road.

“It was really cool of you to put everything together for her,” Heather said in an undertone. “You totally saved her ass stepping up like that.” Her eyes fell on where Rebecca’s face was reflected in the rear-view mirror, wreathed in the pale white glow from her screen. “Also, you can already tell it lifted a big weight off her shoulders. This is, like, the happiest she’s looked in weeks.”

Valencia’s face flushed but she managed a casual shrug. “She’d have done the same for me.”

Heather smiled. “Yeah, but I feel like the result would’ve been some kind of huge, chaotic production.”

“She does love her grand gestures,” Valencia concurred. “There’d have been skywriting or a billboard or something.” 

“Right, and matching outfits.”

“Of course. Custom-made.”

They both chuckled and shook their heads. 

As they reached the next stoplight, Valencia stole a lingering glance at Heather. This was the longest they’d spent in each other’s company since their afternoon of day drinking, and she had yet to suss out her stance regarding the moment that passed between them. Valencia honestly remained uncertain if there had been such a moment at all. Maybe she still needed to get laid after the disastrous attempt at Home Base. Maybe it was the aftereffects of the dream during the Santa Ana winds. All Valencia knew was that what started out as fairly innocent fun ended with fingers and legs tangled together and Heather’s face mere inches from her own. Under the unique circumstances of the day, there was just enough plausible deniability that it could all be in her head, but that was the problem. The breathless pause was stuck in her mind, playing on loop until she could hardly stand it. Every time her thoughts were free to wander, all she could see were Heather’s lips -- parted, pink, perfect; all she could feel was the warmth of Heather’s torso locked between her thighs.

Valencia gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles paled from the pressure. She gulped and stared intently forward, determined not to turn to the side again. It had to stop now. Whatever confused muddle of feelings prompted this uninvited ardor, there had to be some way to drive it back into nonexistence. Yes, she had appreciated Heather’s kindness and care more than usual lately, and yes, her friend had shown her respect and consideration when others did not. Still, that was not reason enough to be thinking of her in any other context than the relationship they already shared.

“You get off here.”

Valencia jumped and blinked rapidly. “Hmm?”

“Our exit is straight ahead.” Heather held out her arm and pointed through the windshield. Her soft skin brushed the back of Valencia’s wrist, making her tremble involuntarily. 

“Oh. Right.” Valencia flicked on her signal. “Thanks.”

When they approached the bar, it appeared as though there may not be a lot of parking spaces left available. Fortunately, there was one near the back of the building, a few strides away from the sidewalk. Valencia pulled into the vacant spot and everyone exited into the night air. A quick push of a button opened the trunk, and Valencia reached inside to withdraw a pale pink sash and a veil attached to a plastic crown.

Rebecca squeaked. “Do I get to wear those?” She covered the bottom of her face with her hands and bounced on her heels. “Put ’em on me, put ’em on me, put ’em on!”

“Okay, okay, hold still.” Valencia’s arms rose and fell with Rebecca’s celebratory hopping until her friend finally contained all that energy. She divided the task of accessorizing by passing the crown off to Paula and then looped the sash over Rebecca’s shoulder.

While Paula secured the veil, Rebecca lovingly traced her fingers over the letters running down the material. “Aww, look, it says BRIDE TO BE with a little heart on it, and it’s so sparkly! I’m gonna cry. You guys are the best.”

Rebecca threw her arms wide and they all closed in for a group hug. 

Heather’s palm rested between Valencia’s shoulder blades. “All right,” Valencia declared as her back went rigid. “Let’s get inside and sign up before all the slots are taken.”

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First, it was Paula’s turn. She downed half a beer and took the stage. The Gurl Group whooped their support, which turned into a shout of delighted surprise when the opening of It’s Raining Men began to play. What Paula may have lacked in vocal confidence, she more than compensated for with sheer attitude. Rebecca’s response was something akin to a proud relative and she believed it necessary to tell every passing patron that it was her best friend currently commanding the floor.

Paula returned to their table five minutes later to uproarious applause from her three biggest fans. If anything, Rebecca’s enthusiasm only heightened from that point, which worked out just right since she was next after someone from a booth on the other side of the room.

The girls all tensed. Paula had done her level best to steer Rebecca away from catastrophe, but none of them knew for certain what track was ultimately chosen. They found out soon enough.

“Natalie Cole,” Heather acknowledged with a slow nod. “This is gonna get real interesting real quick.”

“At least her claps are synchronized,” Valencia noted optimistically.

Rebecca leaned close to the microphone. “Hey, everyone. How’re you doing?” Her nose scrunched and she beamed. “This is dedicated to the man of my dreams, Joshua Felix Chan, my own everlasting love, without whom I wouldn’t have any of the amazing women in my life who are sitting right over there.” She gestured into the darkness. Paula, Valencia, and Heather gave the crowd uncomfortable waves and nods. “We’ve pried into each other’s secrets, tried to sabotage each other, slept with some of the same men, but come out the other side stronger than ever.” Even through the gloom, Rebecca detected the mortified reactions at her table. She checked the faces of the surrounding strangers. “Too much? Eh, it’s fine. It’s my bachelorette party; I’ll overshare if I want to.”

Mercifully, the long musical intro ended and Rebecca dove into the lyrics. Her performance was almost more like talking than singing, but it was comparatively tolerable to everyone’s ears, considering the options that were turned down on the ride there. 

Paula waited until Rebecca looked their way once more and gave an encouraging thumbs up and nod. “Yay, Cookie!”

Heather gamely swayed in her seat and tapped the heel of her boot against the chair leg. Her shoulder bumped Valencia’s and she smiled. Valencia felt herself mirroring both the expression and the movement. They let their arms make contact with a little more force each time, giggling when the collision nearly threw them both off balance. The crowd copied Rebecca’s clapping and seemed charmed by her sincerity, at the very least. 

“Get ready, ladies, here it comes,” Valencia mumbled as Rebecca approached the last minute of the song.

“Oof.” Paula adjusted her grimace into a cheerful mask. “That was an ambitious key change.”

“That’s a word for it.” Heather’s eyebrows nearly touched her hairline.

Her hand found Valencia’s under the table and squeezed. Valencia’s stomach somersaulted, but she clasped just as hard in return, and they both tried very hard to keep their grins from faltering while Rebecca closed out the number.

Rebecca came back to her chair with visible joy shining from every pore. “That might have literally been one of the greatest experiences of my life.” She picked up a napkin and dabbed it across her glistening forehead. “What a rush! And I wasn’t nervous at all.”

“You really have a presence,” Paula complimented with careful word choice.

“They won’t forget you,” Valencia added.

Rebecca’s lower lip protruded. “That is so sweet.” She took a drink and then tapped her palms against her kneecaps. “Who’s next? Heather? What’re you gonna do? No, wai-wai-wait. Don’t tell them. Just tell me. It’ll be fun. Our little secret.”

She leaned to the left with one ear angled expectantly. Heather hesitated but obeyed the nonverbal command. She cupped her hands against the side of Rebecca’s face and spoke quietly. Rebecca’s eyes lit up and she clapped. “Do you need someone to do air harmonica?”

“I don’t really think that’s a thing...”

“Watch this. I’ve got it.” Rebecca plucked up one of their appetizer mozzarella sticks and feigned playing the instrument in question. “It’s good, right?”

“Super convincing.” Heather’s features were neutral but her eyes were amused. “Is this maybe because you wanna get back in front of an audience as soon as possible?”

Rebecca’s shoulders touched her earlobes. She tried to accentuate her freckles with the lifting of her cheekbones. “Maybeee?”

“Uh-huh. Okay, you can come with me, goofball.”

So she did. Heather stopped below the rise and coaxed the microphone down to her. She smoothed the back of her skirt and and sat on the edge of the stage. Rebecca followed suit, breaded snack in hand, and waited through the initial notes with closed eyes and a soulful expression. Heather observed the theatricality with arched eyebrows but did nothing to curb it. Rebecca peeked out, caught hold of Heather’s fingers, and tucked them under the fringe of the skirt in lieu of a pocket. Heather laughed but played along just as the words appeared on the screen behind them.

“Alanis Morissette,” Paula identified in a nostalgic voice. “The early years, still aimless and grungy. My sister’s oldest was really into the album this came from. It was back when cassettes were a thing. God, that feels like forever ago. You were old enough to remember that era, weren’t you?”

Valencia nodded vaguely. Her attention was attuned to one person only. By the time Heather reached the first “baby,” Valencia’s heart throbbed with such intensity in her chest that it left a physical pang in its wake. Goosebumps rose along her arms and she leaned forward until the table pushed into her abdomen.

Heather completed the first chorus and accepted Rebecca’s offered high five. A genuine smile stretched across her face and stayed there. Valencia’s lips curved up to match, albeit in a distracted way while the thudding behind her ribs began to feel like it might somehow choke her.

Rebecca’s promised harmonica solo arrived, and she played the faux mouth organ with spectacular gusto. Heather guffawed and applauded. Her gaze drifted across the room and locked on Valencia. She winked. Valencia coughed as her own saliva hit the back of her throat. She snatched up her cocktail and drank. 

“...maybe later you two could do it.”

Valencia spat the alcohol back into the glass. “What?”

Paula’s brow furrowed. “I said I saw the sign-ups and there are still a couple of openings near the end of the night. If we’re all still going strong, maybe we could divvy them up. Rebecca and I could take one and you and Heather could duet.” She reached over and patted Valencia’s spine. “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yeah,” Valencia rasped and forced the muscles in her face to relax. “Just went down the wrong way.” Heat crept up her neck and into her cheeks. Of all the times to use that phrase...

Heather gestured for Rebecca to take it away one last time on the cheese stick harmonica and then they both rose to their feet. They were met with approving exclamations and claps from more tables than just their own, and Rebecca skipped back to where the others sat waiting. 

It was a difficult act to follow, and Valencia’s palms were damp. She polished off the last of her drink while a few public hamming enthusiasts walked onstage. When at last it was her scheduled time, the remaining three women tapped their empty glasses against the table and called out bolstering comments. 

Valencia’s knees knocked as she ascended the stairs. She fixed her ponytail and cleared her throat before approaching the microphone. Her fingers curled around the stand while the music began to play.

“Three little birds sat on my window, and they told me I don’t need to worry...”

She looked at her table of friends with obvious affection. Rebecca’s hand flew to her heart. Paula jokingly murmured, “Tweet, tweet.”

Valencia ducked her head and continued. Heather was nearly motionless. The only sign of agitation was the idle fiddling of her fingertips along the stylized edges of her skirt. She gave away no particular emotions, and yet Valencia found it nearly impossible to stop searching her eyes. On impulse, she opted to decrease the distance between them.

She walked back down the steps and passed through the crowd. Rebecca was thrilled and shouted something about their queen knowing how to work the room. Valencia perched on her recently vacated chair and leaned an elbow against the table’s edge. She hooked a finger around the elastic tie at the back of her head and slid it free, allowing her hair to tumble loose. Rebecca and Paula, more-than-willing to stand in as avid groupies, imitated fangirls and reached to touch Valencia. Her growing confidence was evident in a brief smirk. She brushed their outstretched palms with her own and suppressed a laugh when they both pretended to swoon. 

Heather was still watching with crossed legs and an unreadable stare. Valencia longed to push a little more, anything to unearth some clarity of intention, but there was a fine line between playful sexiness and blatant flirting -- a delicate boundary she was resolute not to cross. For the time being, she settled for grazing her nails across Heather’s shoulder in passing and sashaying back to the stage.

“She’s really good!” Rebecca projected her voice over the audio.

Heather rubbed her tingling shoulder. “Yeah, she is.”

___

More than an hour passed before their next number, a group opportunity they tipped the D.J. extra to provide. Rebecca was practically buzzing with anticipation. She’d spent the majority of the past sixty minutes talking them into and through a Spice Girls chart-topper. Despite Paula’s protestations that the English stars didn’t hold the same sentimental value for her as the other three, she found herself their designated Ginger. Rebecca had laid claim to Scary, namely because she wanted the chance to sing the nonsense syllables Mel B. used to express her relationship desires. Heather was appointed Sporty Spice, for reasons Rebecca asserted were obvious, aesthetically speaking. Since Posh was vocally present mainly in the chorus, Valencia was named Baby for the purpose of the act, although she adamantly refused to let Rebecca put her hair in pigtails. 

Only two microphones were available for use, so they had to employ a buddy system. Paula and Rebecca shared one while Heather and Valencia were handed the other. Valencia’s lungs tightened at the prospect of singing eye-to-eye with the woman who had been distracting her all night. Then Heather moved to stand behind her instead and Valencia instantly broke into a cold sweat. The speakers came to life before she could say anything, and suddenly it was too late to change it. When Heather needed to perform her part of the first verse, she urged Valencia closer by the waist and leaned over Valencia’s shoulder to access the mic. Valencia’s line immediately followed, and she could feel Heather’s breath ghosting across her neck while she sang.

When the vocals went back to Rebecca and Paula, Heather began to move her hips in time with the beat, a dance of which Valencia was painfully aware given their nearness and the firm press of fingers over her hemline. She tried to mimic the motion with a shimmy of her own. They achieved synchronicity and Valencia’s pulse rumbled deep in her eardrums. Their second shared verse crackled with tension. Heather’s other hand was now fanned against the bottom of Valencia’s rib cage. It would have been so easy to make eye contact over the microphone, but Valencia merely angled her gaze in Heather’s direction. Such risky vulnerability required more courage than she could muster, and her nerves were already on edge.  

The song came to an end. Heather relinquished her grip on Valencia’s body as they took their bows and went back to their seats. 

“I think that was officially our showstopper of the evening.” Rebecca reached for her refilled glass. “To the power of friendship!”

They all participated in the toast and downed several mouthfuls of their respective drinks. 

“Great job on the choreography too, by the way.” Rebecca patted the space between Heather and Valencia. “You leaned into the subtle homoeroticism from their music videos, but made it feel authentic rather than performative. Bravo.”

Valencia became very interested in a circle of condensation on the table. Heather was studying her in profile, she could feel it, and yet she could not open herself up to that scrutiny. 

Paula looked back and forth between them. “You two really committed up there, huh?”

Heather nodded and twirled a martini pick around her fingers. “Sometimes, when you’re singing a song, it just really grabs hold of you. It also helps if you and the music go way back. Right, V?”

Valencia’s cheeks burned with another blush and she shifted forward so her hair would cover them. “Yeah, it makes a difference when there’s a personal connection.”

“Exactly.”

Valencia was not certain that her interpretation of Heather’s replies existed free from bias. It strained the confines of coincidence to think none of the recent sparks were apparent to the other half of the equation; however, the possibility that they were perceived and reciprocated was a notion too fateful and frightening to confront.

She turned and lifted her eyes to meet Heather’s. So much of what lived behind those watchful irises remained a mystery, but the unspoken words in them now were as clear as if Heather had whispered in Valencia’s ear:

Your move.

[akaashirabu]

interconnected (nct winwin, soulmate au)

soulmate au where every night, a random sentence your soul mate has said that day appears on the back of your palm. The first time you encounter each other, a soul mark will appear on your body; when your soul mate is in the vicinity, it’ll slowly move, as if reaching out. When you two touch, the tattoos will connect with each other.  

word count: 2,860 words.

She felt a tingle on the back of her right palm, surprised by the sensation, she knew she had to check what would be written there tonight.

“I lost my airpods, should I buy a new one?”

It seems like her soul mate had lost his airpods, poor him…or her since she didn’t really know who or what gender is her soulmate.

It had been exactly 2 years since the first time she’d been receiving random sentences from her soulmate. Apparently, when you turn the age of eighteen you’ll start receiving random sentences your soulmate has said that day on the back of your palm. At first, she didn’t really believe the stories from her parents and brother but when she received the first random sentence, it was surreal and up until now she still wasn’t used to it.

She find it weird actually; every night she would receive random sentences but not a single one gave her a clue on who’s her soulmate yet. She didn’t even know if they’re from the same country, so basically she knew nothing about her soulmate.

Anyways, she didn’t have time to worry about it since university is giving her total stress and all she wanted right now is to survive all of her subjects and graduate as soon as possible.

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"Excuse me, coming through...Excuse m-e" she was pushing her way through the sea of students flooding the hallway.

It was the only way to the study hall where her class is and she's already 30 minutes late.

"Damn why did I overslept agai—whoops—" she was mumbling to herself and ended up on her bottom as she collided on a sturdy thing, someone rather.

Panicking, she stood up muttering a sorry and bowed an apology to the person she bumped into as she dashed away.

Finally, she managed to arrive at the study hall and she was bewildered at what greeted her.

The study hall was empty, not even a single soul inside.

She sighed, fishing her phone from her pocket as she checks the date today.

It was a Thursday and she doesn't have classes on the said day. She automatically ruffled her hair in annoyance.

"I'm so stupid" she mumbles.

Closing the door of the study hall, she called one of her friends. It took a while for them to answer though but after a good 3 minutes they did.

"What do you need?" the person on the other end of the call asked, sleep evident in his voice.

"I came to class on a Thursday" She answered with a deep sigh.

"Oh? You woke me up to say that?"  He complained.

"I don't have classes on Thursdays, remember?" 

"You overslept again, panicked, rushed to class but it's a Thursday and you don't have classes so you found the study hall empty. Great! You really are dumb." He said in one go.

"Thanks for making me feel a lot more worse; what a great friend you are" She sarcastically said.

His laugh can be heard and she can only roll her eyes at him.

"Come on, cheer up, let me just put some clothes on and I'll treat you to a nice cup of coffee, okay?" he says.

"Yeah" she said and hangs up the call, not even letting him say another word.

Walking her way to the café where she works part time, she felt her shoulders slump. She's still feeling bad about oversleeping and also the fact that she's feeling a lot more tired than usual. Being a working student was taking a great toll on her.

Speaking of close friends, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul or Ten just like how he wanted to be called was actually a senior of hers who's majoring in dance. She met him through a mutual friend, Johnny and unfortunately, they’ll be sharing a Chinese class this semester. Ten was a social bee and was friendly to everyone but was extra friendly with her because according to him they simply share the same interests but that still made her think otherwise because they’re nothing alike.

"Psst, Pink head here!" Ten called.

It hasn’t been that long since she sported a rusty pink hair but Ten’s already making fun of it.

“You haven’t taken a shower” She said, scrunching up her nose.

“Ya! I still smell nice though” he counters.

She reached for a cup on the table; the one with her nickname scribbled on it while the other had handsome10 written, to which she rolled her eyes at.

“You look extra ugly today, pink head” he said.

She almost spit her coffee but thought of a counter. “You might as well go to the doctors to get your eyes checked”

Ten chuckled. “Seriously though you don’t look nice”

“I’m not in the mood to joke with you shiten” She glared at him.

Ten immediately straighten up, looking at her with a serious expression. “Okay hands down. I’m serious; you look so tired and pale. Are you even eating properly?”

“She had been skipping lunch!” Taeyong, her co-worker who was behind the counter butts in the conversation.

She sighed. “Ya I didn’t! I’m okay and yes I’m eating properly” 

“Are you sure?” Ten asked, trying to look straight at her to see if she’s lying or not.

“Yeah I’m sure”

Ten didn’t buy it but he trusts her anyway. “Just promise you’re going to tell me if something’s wrong okay?”

“Okay?” She says, asked rather.

“I’m older so you can depend on me” he proudly says.

She rolled her eyes. “Shut up shiten, you’re only a year older than me”

“Still older than you though” He counters.

“Hey Tae, is it okay if I take over Jaehyun’s shift today too?” She asked Taeyong, ignoring Ten who pouted in return.

“Yeah, I think he would love that, he’s busy with his research paper anyways” Taeyong answers, tossing her the staff room keycard.

“Don’t you have classes today?” she turned to Ten.

“Oh yeah I almost forgot, I have ballet” he stood up, taking a hold of his cup of coffee.

“I thought so” she sighed.

“I’ll be going first okay? Text me!” Ten waved goodbye to her.

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She immediately went home after her shift at the café. She forgot she needed to finish a plate due on Saturday so she needed all the time she could get to finish it on time.

As she dumps her drawing tools at her table, she felt a tingle on the back of her palm.

“I wanted to try Oolong Milk Tea.”

Oh so her soulmate is into milk tea when she actually prefers coffee.

She was about to go back to focusing on her plate when she noticed something on her wrist.

There she saw a small mark of a Yin; she couldn’t believe it and initially reached out to wipe it but it’s still there, scribbled in black ink.

to: shi10

hey, something popped up in my wrist. what do u think this means?

-Photo Attachment-

fr: shi10

gurl, are u kidding me? u don’t know what that means?

to: shi10

I wouldn’t ask if I already knew.

fr: shi10

oh god, where in the mountains do you live. It must be your soul mark, which means you already encountered your soul mate, genius.

Her phone started ringing, Ten calling her, being the impatient person he was.

“When did it show up?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I only noticed now when the daily random sentence popped up earlier. I don’t even know about this soul mark thingy, my family didn’t say something about this one” she complained.

“I think they did, you just don’t pay attention.”

She sighed. “Okay, point taken.”

“Oh my god, this actually means your soulmate is studying in Hanyang too” Ten said from the other line that made her roll her eyes.

“We’re not sure, Ten”

“Ya I’m pretty sure about it!” yelled Ten.“So did you encounter anyone suspicious earlier?” he added.

“What do you think? I encountered about sixty people earlier in the café, how could I possibly know if anyone of them is my soulmate.” She stated the obvious.

“I don’t know. Maybe you felt butterflies or whatever.” Imagine how Ten would carelessly shrug as he said that.

She groans. “ugh shut up. Anyways, I’m hanging up. I still need to finish my plate, it’s due this Saturday.”

“Hey, don’t stay up too late, are you forgetting about our Chinese class tomorrow?” Ten reminded her.

“I know. Bye” she said and immediately hangs up the call without even letting him talk…again.

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The next day, she had barely made it in time for their first day in Chinese Class.

“Let me guess, you overslept again.” Ten whispered as their professor, Mr. Wu started his lecture.

“No shit Sherlock.” She rolled her eyes at him.

After about 20 minutes of lecture, Mr. Wu instructed the class to pair up for an activity and of course she’d choose Ten. He’s the only person she’s familiar with in this class anyways.

She was trying to figure out how the two of them would pass this activity when Ten suddenly spoke.

“Hey, is it just me or your soul mark has been moving since the start of the class?”

“Huh? I think it’s just you” she shrugged.

“No, look” Ten insisted that she look at her wrist.

And no doubt, he’s right. The mark has been moving slowly and noticeable when you look closely.

“What now?” she asked, clearly not knowing what the hell is happening.

Ten looked up from his phone. “It’s says that when your soul mark is moving, your soulmate is in the vicinity. It’s reaching out like…wanting you close to your soulmate.”

“You mean…my soulmate is here? In this class?” she says in an audible whisper.

She and Ten then frantically looked everywhere inside the classroom, trying to locate her soulmate.

“If your mark is moving, your soulmate’s mark must’ve been moving too. He could be anyone in here.” Ten says.

But suddenly, her soul mark stopped moving. Then it means your soulmate is not within the vicinity anymore.

“I think he’s not here” she says, disappointment evident in her voice.

“You’re disappointed? I thought you didn’t care about this soulmate stuff hmm?” Ten teased.

“Ya! It’s not like that” her cheeks flushed crimson pink.

“If you said so.” Ten laughed.

She gave him a glare and nagged about how they should finish the activity.

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That afternoon, she had to go to the café to fill up for Jaehyun’s shift again. She mentally groans thinking of how that dude gave her his shift for today after she took over for him yesterday.

“Hey you’re here!” Taeyong beams.

“Well unfortunately, I’ll be taking over Jaehyun’s shift again.” She sighed.

Taeyong pouted. “He seems busy nowadays.” he said and she nodded.

It was a busy afternoon for the café, lots of students getting their daily dose of coffee.

“Can you go give that chocolate cake to that table over there?” Taeyong asks.

“I’m on it” she answered.

She placed the cake on the table and was about to go back to the counter when she bump into someone, the coffee he’s holding spilled all over her. Thank god she’s wearing an apron.

She kneeled down to pick up the empty cup of iced coffee on the floor “I-I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to-“ she wasn’t able to continue what she was saying when she realized the person was also picking up the empty cup and their hands accidentally brush against each other.

As if it were magic, she felt that slight burning sensation on her wrist and the butterflies on her stomach. She looked up and he too was looking at her.

It’s as if time has stopped and the only people present are him and her. The both of them looked at their wrists, their soul marks glistening in red ink. Her’s is a Yin and His’ is a Yang.

She couldn’t believe what’s happening and didn’t even know what to say. By the looks of it, he was too. As they continue to look at each other, their soul marks then turned to a complete Yin Yang symbol, back in its dark ink color.

Getting a grip of himself, he got a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly handed it to her, a shy but sweet smile showing up on his face. She, on the other hand, can’t help but be flustered at the sight of this handsome man in front of her.

“Sorry uhm…(Insert your name), I wasn’t looking on where I’m going and bumped into you” he says.

Her eyes widened. “H-how do you know my name?” she asked.

He smiled and pointed at her nametag. Oh Of course, she had her nametag. She mentally face palmed herself, her cheeks flushing in deep crimson red because of embarrassment.

She used the handkerchief to wipe the coffee that was spilled on her.

“Uhm thanks for the handkerchief…uhhmm?”

He looked at her again with that sweet smile. “Sicheng, Dong Sicheng.” he spoke.

“Uhm…Thanks Sicheng and don’t worry it’s okay” she says.

“Uhm Hello?” someone butts into their conversation. They both looked to the side to see Taeyong and Ten, judging them.

“Are you guys going to just stay there?” Ten teasingly said.

“Oh let me get that.” Taeyong intercepts, getting the forgotten empty cup of iced coffee.

She and Sicheng stood up to give way for Taeyong who’s cleaning the mess from the spilled iced coffee.

There was suddenly an awkward silence after that so Ten decided to break the ice.

“I think you two should talk.” He says.

She then found herself on a bench outside the café, sitting beside a handsome young man, who’s supposedly her soulmate she’d been receiving random sentences for 2 years now.

“Pink…” he spoke.

“Huh?”

“Chinese class …” he mumbled. Actually, right when she saw him, she’s been racking her memory to remember why he’s familiar.

She straightened, suddenly remembering the Chinese class with Ten earlier where her soul mark started moving.

“Oh yeah…but uhm what about pink?” she blinked and took notice of how they had similar hair colors. How come she didn’t notice it before? “Ah oh…the hair...”

He looked at her, as if surprised to know such fact.

“So uhm…soulmates eh?” he shyly said.

She fidgets with the hem of her shirt. “Uhm…I guess so.”

He was contemplating on what to do but screw it, it was now or never.

“Can I?” he asked, asking her permission if he could touch her wrist.

She nodded, her cheeks flaming again.

He delicately brushed his fingers on the Yin Yang mark on her right wrist and she felt a sudden tingle where he touched.

“Would you believe me if I say that I’ve known all along that you’re my soulmate?” he says.

She looked at him, not knowing what to answer so instead she asked. “How?”

“It was this one night when the daily random sentence popped up and it said ‘I had to take over Jaehyun’s shift again.’ and coincidentally Jaehyun and I share the same English Literature class so I asked him if he knows something about it. And then, things start to make sense.” He explained.

“But...how come we didn’t encounter each other sooner if you knew all along” she mumbles.

“I also have no idea, I guess it was timing. I didn’t get the soul mark until yesterday when we accidentally bumped into each other. And I confirmed it earlier when the soul mark started moving during Chinese Class…and I’m sorry I was nervous so I went out of the room and didn’t approached you”

She didn’t say anything and just reached for his wrist. She softly brushed her fingers on his soul mark as if trying to confirm it’s real. As she touched his soul mark, he felt that tingle even up to his spine; he realized how he must’ve really liked her ever since the first time he’d watched her from afar.

“I like you.” He says.

She was blushing madly. Imagine how this handsome man was smiling sweetly at her and telling her he likes her. And for goodness sake, he was her soulmate. Isn’t this going a little too fast though? But in the back of her head, she’s screaming how she already likes him a lot, as if they’ve known each other for so long.

“I think…I like you too but I want to take things slow” she shyly says.

“I’m cool with that.” He chuckled.

“So uhm, Sicheng, I’m (Insert your name), nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, (Insert your name).” He then showed you that sweet smile that makes your knees go jelly.

And that was the start of your journey with your soulmate.

Come to think of it, he’s Chinese so why was he taking Chinese classes?

Well, let’s just say a sneaky little Jaehyun told Sicheng that you were taking that subject this semester.

[izzyfandoms]

Centuries - Chapter Eight

This is basically just an angsty human au (with magic) Sanders Sides fanfic

Sorry this chap isn't too long either but it is pretty necessary. And sorry it's been so long since the last update, I was in Canada and couldn't upload.

Pairings - Prinxiety, Logicality, Remy x Emile and now some Moxiety :)

Warnings - Past death, crying, i think that's it for this chapter? Lemme know if theres anything else

Taglist - @royallyanxious @itsjustmeandmisterfinch @fight-or-flight-amirite @memepool1 @some-lost-meme-boi @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @sanderstalker @quietlypondering @so-many-fandoms-in-kc @applecantbebothered @shippernaturalsanderspjoandscifi @rileyfirstname @creativity-killed-thekitten @skylagamingv2 @mychemicalfamdom @ccecode @zoalis @strongindependentcheesecake @xlilllllie @temmiecupcake @justfangirlythings-27 @were-all-gay-here-or-not-idc @neonb-fly @residentanchor

Masterlist

Prologue

Chapter Seven

A few days had passed since the incident with Virgil and Patton. Neither Roman nor Logan had left the house or even answered the phone since then. They had at least a dozen missed calls from Remy alone, but they ignored them.

It was almost 1pm when Roman finally crawled out of bed, making his way to his kitchen. The room was dark when he stepped inside, which felt strange, as Logan was always the first one up, and he was usually already in the kitchen, drinking coffee, when Roman got there.

Roman sighed, slowly making his way over to the counter, to make himself some coffee. As he reached to grab his favourite mug, he paused. Should he make Logan something? Was he even awake?

‘Lo?’ Roman thought, ‘Are you awake?’

There was no solid reply, but Roman could sense a few vague thoughts and feelings from Logan’s end of the connection, indicating that he was awake.

‘Okay, I’m gonna make you coffee anyway. Come get it if you want.’ Roman thought, as he grabbed his mug and Logan’s, continuing to prepare the coffee and softly humming a Disney song under his breath.

When the coffee was done, he walked over to the fridge and opened it, wrinkling his nose in annoyance when he saw it was almost empty.

"Hey, Logan!" Roman yelled. It was the first time either of them had spoken out loud in days. "There’s, like, nothing in the fridge. We need-"

"You don’t need to shout, I’m right here."

Roman jumped and spun around in surprise. Somehow, in the ten seconds that he had been staring into the fridge, Logan had ventured out of his room and walked up behind Roman.

"Oh, Logan!" Roman exclaimed. "Sorry, I didn’t see you there!"

"Obviously." Logan said, before turning around and picking up his coffee mug.

With Logan’s back turned, Roman had the opportunity to take a proper look at him.

To put it simply, Logan looked like a mess. His hair hadn’t been brushed in days, there were bags under his eyes and his glasses were lopsided. Even his pyjamas were all wrinkled. Roman’s brow creased, Logan didn’t seem to be doing too great. Well, Roman wasn’t either, really, but he preferred hiding his feelings. He was a good actor, especially when it came to thinks like this, and usually Logan was too. But, perhaps, he didn’t feel like putting on a brave face this time.

"Stop staring."

Roman snapped out of his daze to find that Logan was now staring back at him, leaning against the counter as he took another slow sip of his coffee.

"Oh, uh, sorry, Lo." Roman picked up his coffee, curling his fingers around the warm mug as he took a sip.

Just as he did so, the doorbell rang, making them jump, spilling a few drops of coffee on both sets of pyjamas. The duo glanced at each other, coming to a silent, mental decision to answer it together, and putting their mugs back down on the counter. Roman and Logan then made their way over to the front door, and when they got they, Roman slowly pulled it open, revealing Remy and Emile standing in front of them.

Remy’s eyebrows raised and Emile’s eyes widened when they saw them.

"Uh, freaking finally. You guys weren’t, like, answering your phones or anything. Emile was getting worried."

Emile glanced at Remy for a second. "Hey, don’t act like you weren’t worried too."

Remy just shrugged, before turning back to Roman and Logan. "So, like, what happened? Last I heard, something happened with Virgil, right? What happened? You guys, like, disappeared."

Both Roman and Logan flinched at the mention of Virgil, and Emile and Remy gave each other concerned glances.

"Did... did something happen?" Emile asked softly.

"I guess you could say that." Roman gave a short awkward laugh, before stepping back and opening the door wider. "Come on in."

Emile and Remy stepped inside, and Roman shut the door behind them.

Roman sighed. "Okay, so-"

"Virgil and Patton are married."

Remy and Emile spun around to look at Logan, who was standing with a blank expression and his arms crossed.

"Wait, what?" Remy exclaimed, both he and Emile looking quite shocked.

"Virgil and Patton are married." Logan repeated in a monotonous voice. "When Roman found Virgil, Patton was introduced as his husband. Roman left the bar and came home almost immediately. He told me what happened, and... well, that’s the story."

There was a short moment of silence as Remy and Emile took it all in.

"Are you guys... okay?" Emile asked softly, looking between Logan and Roman slowly.

"Of course!" Roman exclaimed, trying to smile. "Why wouldn’t we be?"

Remy glanced at Roman, with his messed up hair and strained smile, and glanced at Logan, with his messed up clothes and blank expression. He sighed, before standing up straighter and putting his sunglasses on the top of his head. "Okay, gurls, it’s cheer up time. Logan, Roman, shower and get dressed. Change into comfy clothes, but just fix-" He gestured vaguely at both of them. "-that." Remy then turned to Emile. "Em, sweetheart, go get ice cream. We’re gonna talk this shit out."

Emile nodded, giving Roman and Logan a small smile before leaving. The remaining three stood in silence for a few seconds, before Remy spoke up again.

"Uh, like, what are you waiting for? Go change, both of you!"

Roman and Logan glanced at each other, before shrugging, deciding that things couldn’t really get much worse, and doing what Remy said.

About an hour later, the four of them were sitting in the living room, eating ice cream, and Logan and Roman in comfier (and cleaner) clothes.

"It just doesn’t make any sense!" Logan complained angrily, stabbing his ice cream with his spoon. "Why did you guys reincarnate too? Like, I can almost understand why it happens to Roman and me. We were, like, cursed or something. I don’t even know!" He glanced up at Remy who was looking at him and nodding slowly, but supportively. "I’m supposed to know all of the answers, but I don’t even fully get this stupid curse!"

Meanwhile, on the other sofa, Roman was talking to Emile whilst stuffing ice cream in his mouth and crying.

"He doesn’t remember me!" Roman sobbed, as he finished his mouthful of ice cream. "And that’s terrible! But, I had almost prepared for that. What I was not prepared for was for them to be married!" Roman scooped another spoonful of chocolate ice cream into his mouth, continuing to sob with his mouth full. "Why won’t he love me?"

"Well, he doesn’t exactly know you yet." Emile reasoned, putting his hand on Roman’s shoulder sympathetically.

"But he’s married! He could never love me if he’s already in love with another!" Roman’s brow furrowed and he used his sleeve to wipe the tears from his face. "Is this our fate? To forever be in love with two who will never love us again?"

As Roman’s sobs turned into passionate shouts, Logan’s anger simultaneously turned into tears. Remy and Emile glanced at each other, holding a quick, silent conversation, and switching places almost immediately, Emile moving to allow Logan to cry on his shoulder, and Remy moving to listen to Roman rant.

Neither Remy nor Emile really knew what to do here. How exactly were you supposed to help someone in a situation like this?

They glanced at each other for a moment, silently questioning whether there was anything else they should do, anything else they could do, but nothing came to mind. So, for now, they just sat there, comforting and listening to their friends.

[fluidityandgiggles]

Sleep Is For The Weak - Chapter 7

Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 5, Last Chapter

Writing Masterlist - for previous chapters not otherwise linked, Read on AO3

Notes (I guess): I decided to post this earlier than usual, both in honor of fanfic writer appreciation day and because I finished writing this one yesterday, and I was going to schedule it, and just not worry about anything... and then there was a power shortage and as I’m was writing this, on Tuesday, I had to rely on my phone to provide me with wifi. God bless... (Well, I have wifi now, don’t I?)

I just thought that after all the angst of the last two chapters you’d appreciate a bit of sweetness, and where this chapter started almost as harshly as the last two, it’s just. So sweet. And fluffy. And I feel so happy that I managed to do such a thing. Well... that and prove to the world that I’m a massive nerd. (If you really want to know, some of Emile’s rants in this chapters are based on actual answers I gave in my finals. And those of you who know me well enough know that I studied theatre in high school...)

Thanks and credits go to @broadwaytheanimatedseries for the initial idea (and for being there to listen and talk about ideas with when we hang out, which happens a lot more lately actually), to @whatwashernameagain the absolute angel for Keep Him Safe and for being incredibly awesome (and for the German translation of one of my favorite quotes ever), to @anony-phangirl and @asleepybisexual for their usual contributions that shall never go un-thank-ed and uncredited, and a special one to @winglessnymph who is the person and inspiration behind a good chunk of Emile’s background and who, after showing them a screenshot of this chapter, just said “my old high school can burn, but yes at least Emile survived”.

Tag list (sort of): @bunny222, @ab-artist, @secretlyanxiouspersona, @your-username-is-unavailable, @virgilcrofters, @why-things-go-boom, @ilovemygaydad, @violetblossem

Trigger warning: period appropriate transphobia (the early 00s were not exactly trans-friendly). This chapter in particular also has mentions of alcohol and drug use.

—————

"But I want you to come!"

"Leah, sweetie, I can't come. I'm going to Emile's. But I'll see you sooner than you think, okay?"

"Okay… but it's not going to be fun. Rachel is two and she's boring and I don't like Mom."

Leah called every day after school. Remy could've been in a class, or at a group meeting, or taking a shower, and she would call every day after school. It was somewhat adorable.

But now was no time to deal with adorable.

"Emile, my darling, my precious, my sweet sweet love," Remy declared at the beginning of their morning sols 20 class last Monday, "can I come over for thanksgiving?"

"Didn't you say you have to see your mom?" Emile whispered over his cup of tea, struggling to get comfortable. The weather got extremely cold lately, and at thirty-six degrees at eight in the morning, not even the four layers and giant thermos full of tea could keep Emile warm enough to survive morning classes.

India literally asked him if he's not supposed to be used to such temperatures, which earned her a lecture on hypersensitivity and illness caused by stress.

"But it's Linda! Emile, babe, sweetheart, darling, dollface—"

"Don't call me bubbeleh and I'll consider it."

"It'll be worth it. I promise—"

"I need to ask my mom, and my sister is coming to pick me up because I'm kinda scared of flights, and Minnesota is kind of far away."

"Alright. I don't mind."

He really hoped Nathalie would agree.

"I don't want to be here alone," Leah half-whined.

"I know, babe, but it won't be long. Trust me."

He let her talk about school for a good while more, at least until he could hear Linda screaming at her to stop holding the line. It was horrifying. He didn't remember her doing it much.

Then again, she was barely home anyway.

The call disconnected rather quickly, right on time for his appointment at the psych clinic. The grad student who claimed Remy as his personal project was supervised today by the head of the department, as part of his research, which meant Remy had to be on his best behavior.

It also meant he'd get misgendered. Which was a thing said student, whose thesis was on gender dysphoria and gender identity (same subject as his big project for AP psychology back at Bronx Science, really), made sure to not do.

This was going to be fun.

——

"You went to the Bronx High School of Science, right?"

"Yeah? Gurl, why you asking me? I told you that already."

"A 4.0 GPA, went to a gifted program in Columbia—"

"Why are you asking me questions you already know the answer to?"

"Dr. Freeman wanted to hear those for himself," Remy heard the guy - Michael, his name is Michael, stop calling him "the guy" - mutter to himself as he typed away on his laptop.

"What makes you think that you're a boy, Miss Harris?" The doctor asked, pushing his glasses up. What a prick…

"Well, considering how I was quite literally diagnosed with gender identity disorder by a licensed psychiatrist, I don't think I am. I know I am."

"And yet, you've enrolled into Harvard under the name Rebecca. Is there any explanation as to why?" Freeman looked directly at Remy. "You're an intelligent young person, and enrolling under your preferred—"

"I didn't know I could do it, and now I have, like, no idea how to change it in administration."

"Biologically speaking, Mr. Harris, the concept of sex is very non-binary." The older man's gravelly voice seemed to chill even Michael, still taking notes. Suddenly he didn't seem so evil.

"First of all," Dr. Freeman said, "in sexual species, you can have female be XX and males just be X. For example, in insects. Female birds are ZW and males are ZZ, for reptiles it's temperature differences that female or male make. In some flatworms it's a penis fencing competition. Some fish like clownfish and parrotfish can have females become males because there are no males left, and the New Mexico whiptail lizards are a female-only species who reproduce asexually. Some species, like cuttlefish, have males act like females in order to get close to the females. And fungi have thousands of sexes. And that's not even getting close to humanity."

The doctor cleared his throat and took a sip of his coffee. "You can be male because you were born female but have a 5 alpha-reductase deficiency, and so you develop a penis in puberty. You can be female because you were born with XY chromosomes but you're insensitive to androgens, or because your Y is missing the SRY gene, both of which would result in developing a female figure. You can be male because you were born with two XX chromosomes but one of them does have the SRY gene. You can be male by having two X chromosomes and one Y, or a female by having only one X chromosome. And you can be male or female by being born in the wrong body for your brain.

"As I said, there is no such thing as two biological sexes only. So I'll ask you this again. Why would you enroll as a female named Rebecca if you know that you are neither?"

Remy had no idea how to respond. The professor looked at him, straight at him, and Michael kept typing away…

"...I told you, I had no idea I could do that."

"I'll write you a note to give to Vivian in administration. She'll take care of everything, you just need to provide her with a name."

"It's Remy—"

"I hope you understand that this isn't legal, it's only official. I don't have a doctorate in psychology just to explain what's the difference between the two to my students."

Remy nodded nervously, swallowing air. "Yes sir."

——

"Your suite is so much more comfortable than mine," Emile wiggled on the couch, petting his bunny, as Remy was making him a cup of tea. "You can… clearly see Leah was here."

"The marks on the wall? Yeah… she brought her scooter with her and wouldn't stop running into the wall with it."

Emile giggled - how much cuter could this boy get? - and scratched Mycroft's head a bit. "I asked my mom and, yeah, my grandparents and my uncle and his family are coming over, so it wouldn't be that much of an issue if you came over, but…"

"But?"

"We're having thanksgiving at my grandparents' on my dad's side. So it might be a bit of an issue. I'm sorry…"

"Don't be. It's okay, we didn't plan for this or whatever. I'll watch over Leah and you take care around your family, okay?"

"Okay. Have fun with her. She'll really need it."

"I know and I'm willing to suffer for that."

The kettle started whistling. Remy filled the mug with the boiling water and took it to Emile.

Just yesterday Emile screamed "I waited five minutes and the weather didn't change, get your shit together, Boston" at the sky when it started to snow. It wasn't even that much, Remy had seen bigger storms and he was sure that Emile did too - he was from Minnesota, after all - but it was still somewhat funny. After asking, Emile explained that in Minnesota, and basically all around the Midwest, "if you don't like the weather, just wait five minutes".

Remy didn't think he meant it literally. He probably didn't.

"How's India doing?"

"Midterms."

"Cool."

Emile was muttering something to himself in a language Remy didn't understand. He let Mycroft go and the bunny just sat there, on the couch, looking happy enough.

"Hey Remy, what's the Hebrew word for thanksgiving?"

"...I'm a Christian from New Jersey. Why are you asking me?"

"I don't… I don't know. My parents are expecting me to call my cousins before thanksgiving and they don't know English or Dutch yet… not that I know that much Dutch either, but… wait, you're from New Jersey? I thought you're from Manhattan."

"Only since I was five."

"Oh. Cool."

Remy moves the bunny and sat down next to Emile, who leaned against his side and put his head on his shoulder. His hair was incredibly soft, Remy was never quite able to stop running his fingers through it, and the whole situation just… made Remy feel like everything was going to be okay. Just… don't move from this spot, where the his adorable, tiny friend was cuddling up to him and muttering to himself in a different language, and everything will be alright.

His hair smelled like jasmine and seawater. And Remy was torn between admitting to himself just how much he liked it, and wondering if Chris would be jealous.

"You went on a date, right?" Emile raised his head, his hair tickling Remy. "I just…"

"Yeah, I did." And it was a bit better than Halloween. Chris was… way more interesting when not in parties, apparently. For one, he did not talk about his crush on Harrison Ford, and he did talk quite a bit but at least it was about law school and not Indiana Jones. It was… it was great.

"Huh… that's nice." And then, "a friend once asked me on a date. I had to say no."

"Why? Was something so wrong that—"

"No… I like that guy, but… he's the same guy who always paid me to bake weed brownies for him and his friends, and that's not very appropriate, right?"

He had to do a double take. "Weed brownies?!"

"Yeah… my school was the druggie school, you know?"

"No… I didn't know."

"Yeah… it's not like my parents couldn't afford to send me where my sister went, but they were worried about how the stress would affect me so I went to a public school. And… at least I only ever sneaked vodka in water bottles and baked weed brownies, I never, like… held someone's hair out of their face in the bathroom or had to keep someone from killing themselves, which now that I say it out loud just sounds so bad and I totally would've done it if I had to but—"

"Emile, babe, you're making me worry. Like, really."

"Sorry… I never ate weed brownies, though. I'm sensitive to weed."

This… this was the thing that baffled Remy about Emile. This… tiny, pure, angelic thing, with the soft hair that always smelled like jasmine and seawater and the bright, sparkling eyes. His soft little friend whose sunny disposition never faltered, not even in the darkest of times, and whose dedication and determination shone through everything he did.

Emile Picani, the sweetest human Remy ever met, was used to sneaking vodka into school and baking weed brownies.

Fuck.

"How do you even find out that you're sensitive to weed if you don't, like, smoke weed or whatever?"

"You have to decarboxylate the weed to activate it, which basically means heating it up, and the smell gives me migraines, so… that's how I found out."

Yeah, because that's so much better.

"But I mean, good riddance. Can we watch Mulan? I want to do something…"

"Aren't you reading that Sartre thing?"

"No Exit? I already finished it." Emile sipped on his tea. "I don't… get it? I can see why Estelle and Garcin will never achieve an epiphany, but Ines came in already aware that she's amoral… can't she just… leave Hell?"

Gilliam gave the class an optional assignment, to read and analyze No Exit by Jean-Paul Sartre. It wasn't even going to go into their final grade, but he did say that it might be very important to the next semester when they study Freud ("and how he almost ruined the entire field of psychology, more or less"), so Remy chose to leave it for Christmas break. Or maybe not even read it.

"It's something like sixty pages, it's shorter than Hedda Gabler or The Cherry Orchard… it's an easy—"

"Question one, what the fuck is Hedda Gabler, and question two, what cherry orchard?"

Emile's eyes lit up and he almost jumped in his seat, spilling some of his tea on his lap and causing Mycroft to hop a bit farther. "Did you ever do theatre?"

And off on a rant he went, explaining every little nuance and allegory in both the plays ("so like, back in Ibsen's time, realistic theatre was meant to portray real life and keep the three unities, so Hedda shooting herself off-stage is meant to shock the audience as well as preserve the unity of place, which is pretty much…", "you know, the reason it's called Hedda Gabler despite Hedda being married to Jorgen Tesman is to show that Hedda sees herself as the daughter of General Gabler first and the wife of Jorgen Tesman second", "the cherry orchard is never really in scene ever, so it's kind of like a fantasy, or trying to hold onto a thing that isn't there anymore, like the Russian aristocrat's status, so when middle-class Lopakhin buys the orchard and orders to start cutting it before the others even left is like an even bigger sign that the aristocracy has fallen and there is no place left for it in the modern Russian society, in the face of the upcoming bourgeoisie and their budding materialism").

It was worse than Leah talking about betta fish. Well… no it wasn't, but he couldn't bring himself to shut Emile up… he was too cute to be told to shut up.

"So I just… I don't get it. Ines should be able to pick herself up and walk out the door, so why isn't she doing it?"

Emile was out of tea by the time Remy caught him looking at him with questioning eyes and realized he'd completely zoned out.

"Maybe… societal pressure?"

"Maybe… but it still makes no sense. She's in one room with two incredibly selfish people… can I boil some more water?" Remy nodded and Emile practically jumped out of his lap. The cold immediately hit Remy with a wave of disappointment. He wanted to hold Emile just a bit longer...

"Then again," Emile kept ranting, "this is the play that coined the term ‘Hell is other people'. L'enfer, c'est les autres. De hel zijn de anderen. Hagehenom hu hazulat."

"How many languages was that…?"

"Four." Remy choked. "I don't speak Dutch or Hebrew very well, I told you that. I only know the basics because of my family. But I do know this saying in five languages. I think... My oma and opa really like saying it. But I don't remember how to say it in German."

This boy was impossible.

"No, no, I do remember it. Die Hölle, das sind die anderen."

And Remy absolutely loved him. (A bushel and a peck.)

"And I only know how to say it in German because my neighbors are German. So like… I really only speak two languages."

"That's still way more than me, babe."

"Well, enough about me! I want to hear more about your date! How awesome was it?"

Oh, it was great. Chris didn't talk only about himself, he was actually interested in listening to Remy talk about his interests, they had a lovely dinner and went to see a slightly better than okay movie (he was not going to tell Emile that The Ring gave him nightmares for three days after watching it though), and he kissed him when they got back to Harvard. Nothing big, everything was nice, and they were going on a date again in early December. Nothing could be better.

Except the voice in his head, calling him a liar.

"That sounds very nice," Emile muttered as he plopped back down next to Remy and put his cup of tea on the table. "I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun. The Two Towers and Chicago are supposed to come out in December. And I promised my sister I'll go to see both of them with her."

A comfortable silence settled in. Remy tried to focus on anything but how nice it was to cuddle Emile, especially today that all his suitemates had other obligations. It was almost time to leave for thanksgiving - those who left for thanksgiving anyway - and… it meant he wouldn't see Emile for a week.

He didn't think he was a fan of the idea.

"Can we please watch Mulan? I haven't seen it in forever!"

Remy had to oblige.

——

"Hello?" The tiny voice that came through the phone made Remy so happy, and he had no idea why. "Who's that?"

"Leah, aren't you supposed to be doing your homework?"

"Remy oh oh oh Remy I have so many things to tell you so yesterday I went to the park and I found a shiny rock and—"

"Leah, I called to tell you and Linda that I'm coming over for thanksgiving." The high-pitched scream almost ruptured his eardrum. "But you have to be on your best behavior, okay? I know it's a very hard thing to do, babe, but it's for Linda."

"Okay! I can behave very good!"

"I know you can, sweets. I just need you to promise me that you will."

"I promise that I will! Pinky promise! When you get here it'll be a pinky promise, okay?"

All that was left was to hope that thanksgiving won't be such a disaster.

If it was, though, Remy would start considering smuggling Leah with him to Cambridge.

[silhouetted-beauty]

My BTS Concert Experiences!!🎇🎆

Hello fellow readers! I just wanted to shared my concert experiences as well as my favorite highlights of the night. I ended up going to both Chicago concerts (Oct. 02/03) and let me just say... IT WAS LIT!!! The boys really put on a show and all their hard work definitely was shown. FYI: This post will be LONG so I will install a ‘keep reading’ tab.

But anyways, let me start off saying how I was a nervous wreck knowing I was going both days because I didn’t know what to expect. This was my first BTS concert and I’ve been dying (not literally lol) to see them since 2015. I pretty much followed other people’s experiences from earlier tour dates and went off that and honestly, it didn’t help. It ended up kicking my anxiety into overdrive because lot of people were talking about post concert depression lol. In my mind, I was thinking, “holy shit! If they are THAT good live, would I even be able to walk out of the arena with a sane mind?!” To put it short, I was spooked. Even as I type this out, my hands are shaking lol. Oh! and excuse my crappy video footage, I was kinda zoned out watching them, people were knocking into me, and I was low key dancing lol

October 2nd...

-The Merchandise-

Thanks to my bf (you know who you are HOE!!!😂😂), she had bought us both tickets for this day as a birthday present to me. Since she bought tickets, I felt the least I could do was buy us merch. So I arrived that morning at the venue only to find the line for merchandise wrapped around two corners. So I began the dreadful task of waiting in line. Thankfully, I met two other girls who I quickly connected with and made the process, somehow, quicker. The line moved faster then I thought but as we gotten closer, we noticed items were selling out due to people buying bags of shit! The ‘Love Yourself’ shirts, both white and black, were the first to sell out. I was in shock because that was the shirt I was getting us so I had to call her up and decide on either another shirt or another item. Thankfully, none of the other merch I wanted sold out so I was able to purchase what we wanted without any problems. So in total, I was in line at 9:40 and didn’t leave until 12:50. My advice to anyone trying to get merch for a concert... order online! I believe it’s more convenient, especially if you may not have the time to wait in line. Preordering or ordering ahead of time is definitely less stressful.

-The Concert-

After I left merch met up with my best friend and we went back to my place to get ready. Lol I’m gonna be honest and say that even though I was going to see BTS, the main highlight of the day was my blue hair. I had recently dyed it and was ready to show it off. Thanks to her, I ended up wearing a pink dress, my black leather jacket, and black Killstar ‘vendetta’ boots, which I bought specifically for the concert for the next day. We kept cracking jokes because it looked like I was dressed to “kick somebody’s ass” (her words not mines😂😂).

So we get to the arena, paid for parking, then waited in line, which was pretty short. Our seats were in section 103 and we had the perfect view of the stage and audience. While we waited in our seats, my best friend turns to me and suggests we get some drinks lol (Note: I’m starting to believe that is the norm when we go to concerts). Hell! I was down for drinking but then I remembered how I didn’t eat all day so I was worried about getting drunk especially since we were drinking Bacardi rum. It wasn’t that I intentionally didn’t eat, I was just too hyped to do so. BONUS!! We both thought I’d be the one to cry since I’m the bigger fan than she is but guess what? Yo gurl held strong!😆 In fact, SHE was the one who cried and I’m never letting her forget it. Lmao! Anyways we were drinking, cracking jokes, sitting back and looking pretty while waiting on the show to start. And when it did... when it did... it was a fucking PARTY!!!!

We stood the entire time, and I basically sang/screamed my heart out. Made sure to capture her on video while ‘Singularity’ played because that is her shit lol (Great job, Tae!😘). They performed Setlist A (I believe) which was LIT. We danced to every song. I REALLY loved the vcr footages as they changed for the next song. It was really unique and some were playful, sexy, and bold. But as the concert came to an end, each member said a solo goodbye. All of them were nice especially considering how they tried to speak English to the best of their ability. What they couldn’t say, they spoke in Korean and the translator did a great job relaying the message. The speech I remembered the most was Yoongi’s because I low key feel like he tried to go in on us. Like tried to straight clown us lol. Here’s what I mean...

Yoongi: “I have one question.”

Us: *screams* “yes” or “what”

Yoongi: “this is Chicago. The Windy City, right?”

At this point, I’m thinking what is he getting at?

Us: “Yes.”

Yoongi: “Then why is it so hot?”

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My reaction:

Anyways, It was so beautiful! Seeing all of the lights from the lightsticks and seeing people bond together; no wonder the boys get all teary eyed at each concert. It really is a beautiful sight. Later on, we left the arena at around 11:00, kinda danced to the street drummers before headed back to the car. As we drove away, I felt this overwhelming sense of calming sadness. You know, when you go out and have fun, literally the time of your life, you don’t want that feeling to end but you know it has to. It felt weird and we ended up having like this deep conversation, it was mostly me rambling lol.

October 3rd...

-Earlier in the day-

I woke up, quickly showered and got dressed because I knew I was going to be at the arena all day because I had GA standing...

Quick note, I did give my Uber driver a lesson on BTS and his reactions were priceless especially when I informed him of all their hard work and achievements. It was full of “shit!”’s And “aw damn!”’s Because he couldn’t believe it lol. The more I thought about it, the more I smiled to myself. I felt proud for stanning such an amazing group.😭😭

Anyways, I made it back up to the arena at around 9:40 and this time I had to stand in the GA line, which also wrapped around two corners. Fucking A!!!! It didn’t seem like it was that many people and I guess my number would be between 500-700 but I was hella wrong because I was number 1,019 in line by the time I got my wristband. Lmao! FUCK!

I was supposed to meet up with people I had met the previous day but didn’t and it was all good because I met people not only in line but also once I gotten my wristband. Shoutout to y’all! ✌🏾✌🏾

Crazy enough, there was someone in line who gave away two extra GA tickets for free! I should have taken it and gave it away to one of the girls I met who didn’t have a ticket. (My first regret of the day).

While waiting until lineup time, which was at 4, I hung out with two other girls who were really sweet and kind, SUPER funny, and multi fandom. They shared concert experiences and are even planning on traveling to New York for their final U.S tour date. If one of you see this post, HAVE FUN, GURLS! I HOPED Y’ALL TURNED THE FUCK UP!!! ✌🏾✌🏾✌🏾✌🏾

The weather was beautiful. It was around 86/87 and the WIND WAS BLOWING! WHERE THE FUCK WHERE YOU, MIN YOONGI?! WAS IT STILL HOT THEN?! (Actually it was but at least we had a breeze, which technically was blowing everyone and everything away lmao.)

We even spotted video crew, interviewing fans about an upcoming “documentary”. 😏🤫 I have my own theory as to what this footage is going to be used for and I’m gonna wait until it drops to prove it. Word on the street, they were asking the arena staff members for more people to interview.😁

I met a lot of people and it brought me so much joy hearing how excited they were especially if it was their first time seeing them. I ended up waiting inside the arena while charging a friend’s phone and we heard BTS rehearsing! We assumed it was soundcheck but it wasn’t because the soundcheck line was still outside so that was a bonus. We even kept spotting BTS crew members walking in and out of the area where they were singing😫.

-The Concert-

When the time came, I had to get back in line in the order of the wristband to enter inside the arena. Idk if this applies at future concerts but if you get a large number, don’t assume you will get in line to enter the arena early. Security was strict to tell people to either get in their numerical spots or go to the end of the line. I was told this was because of the Wings Concert lineup was a mess last year so they’re trying to be fair and restore order. We lined up at about 4/4:30 but the doors didn’t open until 5:30 (at least for us, i think). We all tried to keep ourselves busy while we waited and everyone at least got some free shit in the process. Someone handed me Hoseok photo cards of him and his hands.😁

I had my boots in hand because I wasn’t gonna put those bad boys on and have my feet hurting all day (good thing too because I didn’t get into the arena until 6:40). In fact, I planned on putting them on just before going inside because I wanted to annoy security and set off the metal detectors like I did the previous day. It brought my trifling ass great joy watching three officers trying to figure out what it was until I told them it was the boots, thus them giving me the name “boots”. Lmao!

They scanned my ticket, gave me another wristband, and I entered into the arena listening to thousands of fans scream and cheer for our boys. It was really a sight. Turns out, despite my number being so high, I was still pretty close to the end of the stage. But the bad part was that, while standing there, my feet were starting to hurt. On top of that, people started fainting left and right and the concert didn’t even start. I was beginning to worry because being in GA isn’t ideal as people think. You are jam packed in a crowd. It’s hot, people are screaming, some are angry, you will get shoved and pushed around; all while trying to get closer to stage.

But once the lights went out and the opening started, everything turned around. Some of my time was spent trying to free up storage on my phone which I hated😤😤. My phone made my videos appear farther than what it actually was. Thanks Apple.

OH! Let me just warn you guys! Even though we watch them on our phones, televisions, and computers; nothing compares to seeing them up close and personal. I was shock to how close I was to them and couldn’t help up stare up at them with my mouth open. THEY ARE BREATHTAKING!! But the two members who really caught my eye were Namjoon and Hoseok! FUCK! They look 1000 times better in person. I couldn’t even think for a period of time. I kinda zoned out lol. Yoongi mostly stayed over by our side of the stage with his fine ass which was fine by me and Tae, Jungkook, Jimin and Jin!... my god! They all look so good!😩😩😩

You know, I’m not a fan of musicians jumping into the crowd of audience members. But after that night, I was counting on them to. Lmao! In fact, I’m disappointed that they didn’t.🤣😂🤣😂 jk... maybe😏

The boys performed effortlessly and PUT ON A SHOW (*hinting at all the other fan videos lol*). The solos, rap line, and vocal line performances were, hands down, memorable. I loved for Trivia: Love, Namjoon brought the other members back out to dance with him.😍😍 This time go round, they performed Setlist B! So you know what this means?! They performed bapsae and YALL KNOW I HAD TO GET IT ON VIDEO!!!!

And of course, the moment everyone dreaded... the ending.

*Sigh* it was an amazing experience overall and I was glad I was able to experience it. It gave me insight on what to do differently and plan for next time; and they did said that they would come back next year and I plan on holding them to that lol.

Message to the boys:

I want to say thank you. Thank you for being who you are and being open to sharing a part of your life with us. I know being an idol, especially international superstars, is difficult at times but you guys never complain. In fact, you push through and your determination is front and center. Even while you performed both days, I couldn’t help but take the time to look around at all the people you’ve brought together. People from all walks of life, different cultural backgrounds, people of different age groups; all brought together because of you. Together we are here to support you! “We are the same.” Thank you! And thank you for the experience! I am thankful and grateful I was able to see the love a group shares with their fandom. Keep up the great work and I look forward to your return and seeing you all again. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💜💜💜💜

[issajuju-bug]

Fuckboi Troubles

I had just gotten out of the shower when my phone went off. I looked over to see my cousin Nicki calling me. "Bitchhh guess what I just heard from Katlyn?" Of course Nicki would call with some tea to spill about somebody. I laugh as I walk out the bathroom with the phone on speaker. "What did Katlyn tell you this time?" I say as I sit on the bed with my coco butter.

"When was the last time you saw the hotep fuckboi?" I laugh as I put on my shirt, thinking about this morning when I saw Erik. "Gurl why the hell do you keep calling him that with yo stupid ass?" "Because his ass claims to be woke as fuck, but he fucks on every bitch and ha sister.

Thinking about it Erik has always been a free spirit when it came to relationships, but I thought us getting together would be different. I mean I knew it would be hard for him to just mess with me, but if he loves me like he says he does he would at least try.

"I saw him this morning crazy ass. What does that have to do with anything though?" I get up to go get me something to drink while still holding the phone. "Well you know how Katlyn got some loose ass lips right, so I was talking to her about Keke and em. Cause you know them hoes always got something going on and how bout Katlyn told me she saw Erik ass wit Keke.

I was so shocked to hear it I didn't know what to say. "Hold on what?" I put down the cup I had so I could make sure I heard her right. "Aight now you know with Katlyn you always gotta double check shit she say, so I asked her did she have some receipts." I was hoping that Katlyn was just talking out of ha ass again.

"Now you know I can't stand Hotep Hoe ass but I wanted that shit to be a lie gurl; but bitchh she had pictures and text messages." I'm sitting down on the couch now, I don't know when my leg started shaking. "Send all that shit." I say getting angrier. "I got one better for you, come open the door."

I jump up to open the door for Nicki, leaving my phone on the couch. I open the door to see her wearing a black nike jacket with tights to match. She has her her wrapped up with her bonnet on. We sit back down and I look as she goes to Katlyn's messages.

She scrolls up until she gets to the top of the screenshots, she then clicks on it and hands the phone to me. I try to take a deep breath to calm myself before I look at them but it doesn't prepare me for what I see.I see Erik texting Keke asking what she was wearing; she tells him to come and see with ha address attached. I look at the date to see it was a day we argued. I keep scrolling to see pictures and videos of Keke playing with herself.

I also see ha asking about me and if he was dating me. I felt my heart drop when I saw he texted back that I was just some girl he use to mess with. I wanted to throw the phone but it wasn't mine, so I handed back to Nicki.

"So what you gonna do about this (Y/n), I mean you not gone stay with his cheating ass are you?" Nicki said while turning towards me with her legs crossed. To be honest I didn't know what I would do. Erik made me feel something I never felt before him. I love him, but it's pretty clear he didn't love me.

"What do you have planned Nicki?" I ask silently hoping she'll stay just in case Erik showed up. There was no way I would be able to not forgive him. Simply because Erik has a way to get out of trouble, which usually ends up with my ankles by my ears and him rearranging my insides.

"Don't worry cuz I'm staying, I remember you telling me all about Erik and his devil dick." She says laughing. "Wait what the hell does that mean?" I asked getting up to get my cup out of the kitchen. "It means Erik has the type of dick to make you forget yo religion and praise him instead. The bad thing about that is he knows he has that type of hold on you. His ass ain't never gone act right until you leave him."

Ha leave him she says, like it's really that easy. If I did that who knows how long it would be until I get another boyfriend. It's better than being treated like some side bitch, I mean am I really gonna to take him back after this. His dick really isn't worth the trouble, but if you factor in his hands and that thing he does with his tongue.

No no I refuse to be that fucking stupid. "I know yo ass thinking about staying with him, you got that look on your face." Nicki says getting up to get a water out of the refrigerator. I look at her while finally taking a sip of my coke. "That's why I have a plan." Oh lord that's never a good thing. I don't tell her to keep talking but she does anyway.

"We go to that hoe's house and drag her by ha nappy ass weave." Bitch what? I know ha ass didn't just say that, I gotta be hearing shit. "Why the hell you think I'm dressed like this gurl. I came to drag a bitch, you know I don't play. She says rearranging her bonnet. "You know damn well I don't fight Nicki." I put down my cup to go to my room.

"Keke knows you don't fight, that's why she did this shit. She know not to try me since I stomped her sister ass out." I see Nicki going through my draws pulling out stuff. "Gurl what the hell are you looking for?" She turns around holding a black sweatshirt and some Nike compression pants and shirt. "You still got those black Nikes I bought you that one time?" At this point I was already up because it was no point in arguing with ha.

"Yea they in the closet on the right side." Nicki walks to the closet and of course she would look on the wrong side. "This that nigga shit?" I move past her to grab my shoes. I turn to see her grabbing clothes off the hangers and throwing them out. "What are you doing Nicki, we not about to fuck up his clothes."

She looks at me and makes a face like I'm crazy. "Why the hell not (Y/n), he hurt you." We both walk out heading towards the living room. "Because I'm not no crazy ass bitch, that's not gone do nothing but give me a fucking headache. I don't feel like hearing Erik yell about that shit." I don't know when she did but Nicki has all his clothes and shoes in baskets pulling them behind us.

"Fine we won't do shit to them, help me drag this shit outside." I don't know why I help but I do. We make it outside to Nicki's car to get ready to leave when I get a call from Erik. "Answer that shit and ask his ass where he at." I ignore Nicki as I answer the phone.

"How's my baby doing?" It sounded like he was having a hard time talking, so I muted the phone and asked Nicki if she hears anything too. "Oh I'm ok babe you know we were supposed to catch up on the Walking Dead today." This time we hear something that sounds like slurping. "I KNOW THIS NIGGA NOT GETTING HIS DICK SUCKED THIS NIGGA HELLA TRIFLING I SWEAR—"

I put my hand over Nicki's mouth. "What the hell is Nicki talking about." This loud mouthed bitch just had to state the obvious. "She just talking about this movie we watching, but when are you coming home?" By now we're in the car driving to Keke's house and Nicki looks ready to beat a bitch up. "That's why I was calling you baby girl, I won't be able to make i-it because somet-thing came up."

"Oh ok I'll see you whenever then. I love you." Please say it back, give me some hope. "Yea see you later girl bye." Breathe (Y/n) just breathe. "We almost there you ready for this?" I don't know why I was crying, well I knew I just didn't like it. I didn't know how to handle these emotions because this was the first time this had ever happened to me.

"Aren't you going to tell me how you were right?" I look over at Nicki as she let's out a dry laugh. "Girl hell nawl simply because I've been there before and I'm here for you." Before I could say anything we were already across from the house. Nicki said that she remembered the address just in case she had to drag Keke sister Josylin again.

"Aight here go the Vaseline and you already know that bitch gon pull hair so I gave you my wig cap. Is it normal to have first fight jitters? I felt like I was gone throw up if I moved to much, but I know I wasn't sick. Nicki grabs my hand and bows her head. "Now let us pray. Lord I come to you again to ask you to protect me and my cousin while we drag this loose neck Hoe. I know this is not your way Jesus, but ever now and then there is someone testing us lord. Lord I come to you to ask that you turn our grandma's head from this violence because you know she raised us better. In your holy name amen."

She lets go of my hand to draw a cross and turns to look towards me. "Now you know damn well you not right for pulling Jesus into this mess. " Nicki laughs and gets out. We walk up the walkway to the house and sitting on the porch is Josylin. My girl looked shook like she didn't know what to do.

"Yo dirtyass sister in there?" Nicki said looking like she was finna steal off her. "No she ain't here why y'all wanna know." We could tell the girl was lying cause she kept looking at the door and us. Before I could ask Nicki snatched ha ass up and was shaking ha. "Do I look like I'm playing with you bitch? I will drag yo ass like a water hose through a garden, you know that. So tell us if that Nigga in there or we gone take turns stomping yo ass."

Now I been knew my cousin didn't play, like she was not the bitch to be fucked with in high school. Nicki ass has been know to drag whole families asses, hell shes the reason I never got into a fight. Everybody was to scared to fight Nicki. "Ok ok they in the back fucking."

Nicki dropped her and started walking in the house. We go in it smells like weed, henny, and stank pussy. We sinking down the hallway where some noise is coming from. I couldn't even ask Nicki what we were about to do cause yo girl than already kicked the door in.

"Oh so this is what the fuck you doing while my cousin at home worried about you thot ass." I walk in behind ha to see Keke scrambling to put ha clothes on and Erik just sitting in bed with a dumb ass look on his face. By now Keke than put ha clothes on and she looking like we the ones in the wrong.

"Why y'all just busting up in my room like y'all pay rent? Looking like y'all came to bang." Nicki didn't wast no time getting on ha ass. Nicki just walked up calmly and started sending slugs to ha face. "Bitch because we came to bang you dirty ass trick. I told you the next time you fucked with me and mines it was on sight!"

Nicki was handling Keke so I jumped on Erik's ass. I know it's not good to pull hair but his ass is bigger than me and I needed the leverage. I was only able to get like four hits in though because he grabbed both my hands. "Girl is you fucking crazy hitting me like you lost yo damn mind?!"

I was trying to break his grip on me, but like I said he was way stronger than me. I heard the sound of glass breaking behind me. "Now what Hoe, bet yo ass gon think twice next time." I turn my head to see that Nicki has thrown Keke into the mirror.

Nicki has always been there when I needed her, she's always been with the shits. From behind me she punches Erik in the cheek. "Nawl nigga are you crazy for trying to play my motherfucking cousin like some side bitch!" He let's go of me to hold his cheek. If anybody can hurt him it's Nicki, she use to take boxing classes but she stopped because she didn't have the money.

"Come on gurl, they're not worth it anymore you can do much better." Nicki says pulling me out of the room. When we get to the porch we see Josylin and her mom. "I'm calling the police on y'all, y'all lucky I don't wanna catch a case." Josylin's mom screams at us while Josylin is trying to hold her back.

"Kim now you know ain't no hoe in my blood, so do what you feel. You bring yo ass over here if you want I don't mind dragging yo senior citizen built ass." Before that could happen Erik and Keke come outside arguing. "You told me that she wouldn't find out Erik."

“You bout stupid as fuck for believing that shit, I’m not dumb bitch. I ought slap the fuck out of both you dumb hoes.”

I don’t know what it was but hearing Keke say that shit pissed me tha fuck off. Maybe it was the thought of Erik actually laying up with this raggedy Ann built bitch. She can’t be that raggedy if Erik gave ha the dick.

“You ain’t bout it (Y/n), that’s why you had to get yo dog faced cousin!” “Sis she just tried you, I’ll get whoever try to jump in if you want ha. Just run up and I got you.” Well I didn’t dress this way for show.

So I ran up without question. I tried to get past Erik but his ass caught me like a football. Ask me if that stopped me from snatching Keke’s ass. “Damn girl you gotta calm yo little ass down.”

He was trying to separate us but I just kept my grip with my left hand and was working ha shit with my right. Ha momma ended up separating us by grabbing ha shoulders and pulling back, I kept ha dusty ass wig though.

Erik ended up walking me to his car. “Get in the car (Y/n).” I could tell he was pissed awf because he slick growled that. Looking at him I see his cheek is swollen and that there’s a bit of blood on his lip.

“No fuck you Erik I’m going back with Nicki, you can collect yo shot from outside tha door.” I was going to stand my ground, hell he was the one that got caught cheating. He opens the door and grabs my arm hella hard, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a bruise.

“When I tell you to do something I mean that shit. Now getcha ass in the damn car before I wear yo ass out right here.”

Why did my stomach just drop into my pussy. This is not fair his ass is in the wrong here, not me. I’m calling bullshit I should not be in his car right now like I’m in the wrong. Maybe Nicki can get me outta this mess.

Erik walks back to the house where Kim is still yelling about calling the police and Nic is still saying she doesn’t give a fuck. He grabs Nic by ha arm when she turns around about to steal off his ass again. Before she could he grabs that arm too.

“I don’t have time for this bullshit, go get yo ass in the car and go home.” He just don’t know his dick mind tricks won’t work on her. “Getcha damn hands off me Erik and where is (Y/n), ha ass bet not be in yo car nigga.” I roll down the window and stick my head out. “He used the voice on me Nic, I had no choice. I told you what that shit does to me.” She shakes her head, “that ain’t nothing but that damn devil dick.”

She ends up walking to ha car and calling me. I’m watching Erik say something to Keke and ha mom when I answer. “Bitch why didn’t yo ass run from him or something?” “Did yo ass not see the grip he had on me, you know how strong his ass is.” I hear shuffling around before she starts the car up.

“Anyway I’m gone trail y’all just in case he wanna put hands on you cuz. Also because the way things just went you gone fuck around and give him the kitty.” By now Erik is walking back to the car I don’t know what he told them. “Wait what bitch no I’m not, the hell you think this is ?”

“Says the bitch in his car right now, talking about he used the voice yo headass.” I was about to cuss ha ass out until Erik got in the car. “ Tell yo ratchet ass cousin not to follow us and hang up.” I looked at him hella confused, cause I just knew his ass was lying.

“I wish yo pickled head ass would hang up on me (Y/n), you gone be the next one to catch this ass whopping.” I wasn’t going to hang up on her at first, but I ended up looking at Erik again. “Nic imma holla at you later ok.” “Hell nawl I’m not playing you betta not hang up hoe.” At this point I’m weighing my options. I could hang up but I know for a fact Nic is going to be pissed, or I could try to run for it. I mean I didn’t have my seatbelt on so it’s doable. Fuck it imma run.

I open the door and get my bottom half out, before he snatches my ass up. The only problem is my legs are still out kicking while my shirt is moving up. At this rate my ass is going to be running to Nicki’s car in my bra and bottoms. “Run bitch run you can do it!” I guess in the struggle I dropped the phone because I hear Nic coming from the floor. “Didn’t I say I don’t have time for this bullshit.” He wrapped one arm around my waist while the other one grabbed me between the legs.

Did this nigga just snatch me by my pussy?

“Bitch how you get snatched by yo pussy lips, I den seen it all now.” “Thanks so much for that Nic, I really needed to be told that because I had no idea what happened.” I say folding my arms across my chest. Erik does my seatbelt this time. “Anyway I’m gone go ahead and hang up because it seems to me like y’all asses getting back together. (Y/n) remember yo momma didn’t raise no bitch, cause he look like he bout to wear that ass out.”

Did I say she was always there for me... well I lied the bitch a straight sellout, but before I can tell ha ass that she hangs up. I can feel Erik looking into my soul right now. I take a deep breath and look at him. Bitchhh if looks could kill Nic would be getting ready to throw the dirt on my casket real easy like. “You already know what it is when we get home and my shit better not be outside neither.”

[love-hrts]

So I was looking through dA journals...

and found this old meme

I gotta retake it right?

[ ] my fingernails/toenails are almost always painted (want to but lazy) [✓] during the summer the only shoes i wear are flip flops (or I’m barefoot) [ ] my favorite toys as a child were barbies (I wanted one but nana laughed) [ ] my favorite colour is pink or purple (one of my fave colors still ish pink.) [ ] I did Gymnastics [✓] I love skirts [ ] hollister is one of my favorite places to shop (I still dunno what this is) [✓] tight jeans are the only jeans i'll wear [✓] I love chocolate [✓] I've never had a real job (I had four part times, back then I thought that was real) TOTAL: 5 [ ] my hair is almost always straightened [ ] I have at least 8 myspace pictures (none of them are actual pics of me, either... XD) Myspace is dead [ ] I usually go shopping once a week POOR [ ] I love to hang out at the mall with friends (what friends) [ ] I have a real diamond ring or diamond necklace or earings [ ] I've gone to a tanning salon [ ] I've gone to the beach to tan - not to swim [ ] I have at least 10 pairs of shoes [ ] I watch either the OC or Laguna Beach [ ] I change my icon weekly [✓] I wear a shower cap TOTAL: 1 [ ] I don't shop at Hot Topic [ ] my cell phone might as well become a part of me (I dun have a cell phone. ._.') I do now, (well a PDA) but constantly lose it [ ] I wear mascara everyday [ ] I've been or am on a diet [✓] bathing suits are adorable [ ] I don't know the difference between a sheep and a goat. [✓] big sunglasses are hot [ ] I have gotten my nails done before [ ] MTV is one of my favorite channels (I only watch MTV2 cuz of DEATHMATCH!) TOTAL: 2 [ ] all I want to do at sleepovers is talk about boys [ ] I love to have gurls do my hair IF I HAD ANY... GURLS [ ] I give and recieve hugs from all my friends (I checked last time but I counted web hugs and now I don’t) [✓] I hate bugs (Not all of them but a lot scare me now????) [ ] carnivals are so fun! (meh) [ ] Summer is THE best season [ ] my swimsuit has 2 pieces (I’m too ugly...) [✓] I'm waiting for my knight in shining armor (20 years now...) [ ] musicians are so hot [ ] you write me a poem and tell me I'm beautiful and I'm all yours TOTAL: 2 [✓I am self-conscious [✓] I cry often (counting this cuz more often than 2005) [ ] my car smells like vanilla or cherry [ ] my dishes get washed more than once a week(more like month or so...) I’m down to fortnight at most [✓] I don't do sports [✓] I HATE to run (Fun fact I’m seeing a doctor about fatigue! Hooray for lifelong health issues!!) [✓] I squeal when I am surprised or angry (It pisses off nana) [✓] I eat dried fruit as a snack (dried cherries is the bomb) [ ] I love romance novels [✓] Drew Barrymore is so cute (<3) TOTAL: 7 [✓] I dance a lot. (barely LOL) [✓] usually spend an hour or over to get ready to leave my house anxiety... [✓] I only have like 5 billion hair products and they all didn’t WORK!! [✓] I love to get dressed up.(I usually roll out of bed wearing what I wear XD) this is still true except now I wish I put on a cute dress... [ ] every part of my outfit needs to match(Match? what am I? a nazzie?!) I don’t get this comment... then again nazi jokes were everywhere in the oughts... [ ] I talk on the phone at least once a day to my friends this one’s sad cuz now I kinda want this????? [✓] I would love to have a photo shoot (mixed but yeah if I were hot yes yeah yes) [ ] I apply lip stuff 50 times a day [✓] I wish I were a model SIGH... TOTAL: 6 [ ] I wish I could meet Paris Hilton (to kill her) I don’t hate Paris Hilton now but aunno she was the homestuck of the early oughts okay [ ] I have been something that was semi (like a truck? wha what is this..) [ ] I own Uggs [ ] Hip Hop is the best music [ ] I pop my collar (How is this girly? it’s like 80s fuckboy) [ ] I like to be the center of attention [ ] guys with Mohawks are crazy [ ] horses are beautiful [✓] I'd rather not pay attention in school [✓] Cats are adorable :3 TOTAL: 2 [✓] I write my own music [✓] I would love to visit Hawaii (I want to drive one car through all 50 states) [ ] Valentine's day is so cute! [✓] white is better than black (Black is me mourning my lost gender, white is my gender being revived) [✓] I wouldn't be caught dead in all black (I say this and I have a black kitty jumper) [✓] my closet is STOCK FULL of clothes [✓] hate the grunge look [✓] I love to read magazines TOTAL: 7 [✓] I love to gossip (blame twitter) [ ] I had Lisa Frank folders/posters/notebooks as a kid (my drawing folder ish a Lisa Frank folder. :/) I don’t understand this comment, 20 year old me... [ ] I love Celine Dion I HATE HER [✓] my bubble baths are 1-2hrs long IF I HAD A BATHTUB [ ] My wedding only needs a groom because it's already planned [ ] My friends and I are in a strict group. We mostly only hang out with each other. [ ] I like little kids [ ] Diet drinks are the best (Die+T) [ ] I'm all about being vegetarian [✓] I refuse to eat at McDonalds When I was homeless we ate at McDonalds for a month cuz dollar burger and GOD it made me so sick NEVER AGAIN TOTAL: 3 [ ] I check my myspace everyday. Myspace is dead LOL and the modern equivalent is... facebook???? which I try very hard to block [ ] I love life! kssshhhhhhh NOOOOOOOOOO oh god I’d kill myself if the pain wasn’t too much [ ] I have a lot of jewelry! (more than enough, anyway.) [ ] my screen name(s) have x's in them [ ] either one of my myspace names has/had <3's or in them [ ] I would never want to be the opposite sex I was going “oh hey that changed!” but then I thought “wait sex as in gender or sex as in gonad” and if it’s the latter then I want different gonads cuz I really need to experience pregnancy or it’ll be a problem for everyone... I’ll make it a problem for everyone. [✓] It's not what he/she said it's the way he/she said it SIGH yeah okay I guess that changed about me XD [✓] I have more than 3 pillows on my bed TOTAL: 2 Now add up all the total points and put "I am __% girly" for the subject if you steal or get tagged.

I’m 36% girly XD

Not much has changed but honestly what do you expect from a 2005 meme, I like how there’s a trans question, like “if you’re cis and can’t say yes to never wanting to be the opposite sex... maybe rethink that.”

[artificialqueens]

Nobody tells me what to do. (Sashea) - billciphereyes

I’m back with another Sashea fanfic that took me much longer than expected to write!

My attempt at Sashea smut based on a heckler telling Shea “No Ma'am” during War on the Catwalk when Shea was asked who she would hook up with and she proceeded to hit on Sasha. In this, Shea is still pissed at the guy by the time they get back to the hotel and Sasha has to try to calm her down. It (kinda) works but Shea takes out all of her pent up anger on totally dominating Sasha. In this story, both of them are single and don’t have boyfriends. As in my last fic, Sasha goes by She/her in and out of drag and will be referred to as such. Don’t get used to me posting this often, because college and I will have a crazy schedule for the first few weeks. Until I figure out how to time manage, my writing time/ ideas will be limited. Postive/constructive comments are welcome!

After the show was over for the night and all the fans had left, the Queens were allowed to go back to their hotel rooms. After showering the rest of her makeup off, Sasha practically collapsed onto the bed. She loved touring and meeting her fans, but was frequently left exhausted at the end of every show. She got on her phone and started scrolling through social media. It was a ritual for her, something relaxing to calm her down and help her get ready to go to bed. As she was looking at her Twitter, her phone buzzed.

Shea: “Hey, can you come to my room? I need a Sasha hug.”

Sasha was slightly confused. Shea would normally come knocking at her hotel room at all hours for whatever reason, most recently at 3 in the morning to show Sasha a ridiculous meme that apparently couldn’t wait until a more decent time. Never had he asked her to come to his room. Nonetheless Sasha got up, grabbed her room key, found a pair of flip-flops, and walked across the hallway to what she knew to be Shea’s room. He opened the door as soon as she knocked, pulled her in the room, and embraced her, shutting the door with his hand. “Baby, what’s wrong?” She asked, wrapping her arms around him as well. He didn’t answer her at first, but continued to hold her in the small hallway of the room. After a moment or two, he spoke up. “I’m just so mad about what happened tonight.” He whispered. At first, Sasha was confused, then she remembered. During the Q and A part of the show, Shea had been asked if she would ever hook up with another Drag Queen, to which she proceeded to ask Sasha about her evening plans in a very sexual way. The fans ate it up, except for one heckler who screamed “No Ma'am!” at her. Shea then tried to take her jacket off to fight whoever said it, failing miserably, and then sat back down. To the fans who were watching, it would look like another adorable “Sashea” moment like the ones that happened frequently over social media. But Sasha could tell that Shea was genuinely annoyed just from her eyes when they caught hers on stage. But now, as Sasha watched angry tears run down Shea’s face, she realized just how much the comment affected her sweet friend.  "I know we haven’t been famous that long, but you should know by now not to let those kind of people affect you.“ She told him, moving one of her hands to wipe away some of his tears. Shea sighed. "I know, and had it been just directed at me, I would have been ok. But since it was directed at you as well, I’m not ok with it.” Sasha stared at him. She couldn’t explain it, but when he said that, butterflies started flying in her stomach. He must have interpreted her face as confusion, because he continued. “ I mean, the statement could be interpreted In anyway you want, but I see it in one of two ways, either I’m not good enough for you, or you’re not good enough for me, neither of which I’m ok with. "He said. "Because you mean so much to me Sasha, so, so, much to me, and the fact that someone has the nerve to suggest in anyway that you’re less than amazing makes me so mad.” Shea said, visibly shaking. Sasha felt tears running down her own face, in shock about what she had just heard. She knew she should say something, but she didn’t know what to say. “ For what it’s worth, I think the world of you too”. She heard herself say. “And I hate seeing you cry just because of a hater”. “ Oh, it’s not JUST him Sasha, It’s every single "fan” that thinks they can bully other Queens just because their favorite went home. Every single person that hides behind a computer screen and talks trash. It’s not right!“ He sobbed. "I know Boo, but those people don’t know the real you, and the real you is so beautiful and caring, and if they can’t see that, then it’s their loss.” She said, stroking his cheek. “ people are mean, and you’ve got to rise above the pettiness and continue to shine like the star you are.” “I know.” He said. “It’s just just hard to remain calm when a hater appears in person and yells at you. Even more so when you’re talking about some one you love.” Sasha felt her heart skip a beat at his words. “He loves me. Shea loves me.” She replayed in her head. She and Shea had told each other that they loved each other before, but this felt different, It felt like it expanded beyond just friends, and God did that sound good to Sasha. But right now, she realized she needed to calm him down in some way. “It’s a good thing there was something separating you two, otherwise you would have killed the guy.” She said in a lame attempt at a joke. He smiled. “Gurl you know it!” They laughed until Sasha’s stomach hurt. When they caught their breath, their eyes met. The tenderness in which he looked at her made her knees feel weak. His hand reached out to cup her cheek and used his thumb to stroke her. As if by instinct, her lips puckered. She blushed, but silently begged Shea to kiss her. He smiled, then leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Sasha gasped, giving Shea room to explore her mouth with his tongue. Arms pulled each other closer, allowing Sasha to feel Shea’s erection against her own. She moaned into his mouth, leaning into him, barely able to support herself. Shea pulled back, and Sasha saw a spark in his eyes before she felt her feet leave the ground, gravity pulling her flip-flops back down. She shreaked as Shea walked deeper into the room, stopping at the side of the bed before unceremoniously dumping Sasha onto it. Shea stood by the side of the bed, staring into Sasha’s eyes with a deep intensity, a look that she had never seen in anyones eyes before. As she watched, Shea reached out and took off her glasses, making things a little blurrier. He placed them on the night stand, then walked over to what Sasha assumed was his suitcase. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she had a pretty good idea. Sure enough, when he walked back over, He had a box of condoms and a bottle of lube in his hands. The meer sight of the objects made Sasha moan again. He placed them next to her glasses, then got on the bed himself, strattling Sasha’s hips. He leaned down so that He could kiss her again. “Are you ok with this?” he asked aginst her lips. “Yes.” She breathed. “Take me. I’m all yours.” Shea smiled into the kiss, then left her mouth to plant soft kisses on her cheeks, her chin, under her jawline, and on her neck. Every single time his lips touched her skin, shivers went through her and goosebumps appered. She didn’t think she could feel more beautiful, then another kiss was planted. Shea began to bite at her neck, hard. Sasha let out a strangled cry, pleasure mostly overriding the pain. She imagined hickies all up and down her neck in the morning and the other Queens not having to work very hard to put two and two together, but she didn’t care. The animalistic idea of marking something as ones own, of Shea marking Sasha as his own was such a turn on. Shea began taking their shirts off, first his, then Sasha’s. The kisses contuned, trailing down her boy chest. Sasha tangled her fingers in Shea’s hair, only to have him remove them and place them back at her sides, the look in his eyes begging her not to move. He went back to kissing her, progressively getting closer to the part that made her male, which she was very much aware of at the the moment. She watched as Shea paused, his fingers tucked underneath the waistband of Sasha’s pants. His eyes flicked up to meet hers, and he must have seen the desperation in her eyes, because he promptly yanked her pants down, leaving her completely naked. Sasha couldnt help but blush, but Shea didnt notice, he was too busy staring. He kissed the very tip of her member, licking up the drops that had aready leaked out. Sasha let out a soft moan as his tongue moved all around the tip, screwing up the bedsheets in her hands. Shea looked up at her, smirked, then took all of her in his mouth. Sasha gasped, which made Shea chuckle, causing more vibrations to go up her spine. He licked, sucked, and hummed until Sasha was a shaking mess under him. She wanted to stroke his cheek, tangle her fingers in his hair, reciprocate his touch in some way, but she knew that he would just move her hands again. “Damm his stubbornness.” She thought to herself. Suddenly, he released her, sitting up. He looked her straight in her eyes as he took off his own pants, giving Sasha a brief glance at his own erection before flipping her over on her stomach. She heard the distinctive sound of a cap opening before a lube-covered finger entered her. She gasped loudly, feeling that pleasure/pain combo that she loved. Shea began thrusting his finger in and out of her, trying to open her up while pressing kisses against her back. A second finger soon entered her, followed up by a third. Sasha was moaning into the pillow, trembling as each thrust sent shockwaves through her body.  She felt his fingers leave her, then heard a lot of indistinguishable noises before the clear sound of a wrapper  opening rang throught the room. A moan of anticipation left her lips, knowing what was coming next. Shea helped Sasha to her hands and knees before kneeling behind her, the tip of him pressed up against her entrance. His hands grabbed her sides before slowly pushing himself in. Sasha and Shea gasped in unison, and Sasha felt tears well up in her eyes. Unable to find any words, she motioned for him to wait. He did, stroking her back gently until she thought she was ready, so she motioned for him to go ahead. The first few thrusts hurt, they usually did, but the pleasure soon overtook her, especially when he found the sensitive bundle of nerves that caused her to moan even deeper. And him, the noises he was making were so beautiful, it turned her on even more. As he picked up the pace, Sasha could feel his sweat drip onto her back, she knew most people would find it gross, but she loved it, loved the rawness of it. She felt a hand wrap around her member and start stroking it, causing Sasha to become almost overwelmed with not only pleasure, but love. Love for Shea, for the man who got so upset at the very notion of her being subpar to anyone else, who loved her for who she was, and who she loved back with such ferocity it hurt. It was just so freaking beautiful, the way two people could find each other and want to be close. It was even more beautiful when those two people decided that they were more than friends. She came hard, letting out a half scream half cry, and just barely avoided collapsing. Shea came moments after, Shaking like crazy. After he pulled out and got rid of the condom, they laid next to each other, Shea stroking Sasha’s arm and Sasha playing with Shea’s hair. “Hey Sasha?” Shea asked after a few moments.  " Yeah Babe? “ She replied, feeling a little sleepy. ” I love you. “ Sasha’s eyes shot open, her heart was pounding again. ” I mean, I’m not just saying that because we just had amazing sex, I actually love you, I’ve loved you for a while now And I guess it just now came to the surface. I…“ "Shea , it’s ok.” She told him, grabbing his free hand. “ I love you too. More than you’ll ever know. ” He smiled at her, then pulled her closer and kissed her.  They jumped apart when a phone went off several times in a row. Sasha crawled over to where her pants had been dumped and pulled out her phone before going back over to Shea. She had three text messages.

Trinity: “ You know the walls here are paper-thin, right?”

Farrah: “ It’s about damm time you and Shea hooked up, good for you gurl! ”

Eureka: “Gurl what is Shea doing to you in there?”

“Oh no!” Groaned Sasha, showing Shea her phone. Shea laughed as Sasha covered her face with her hands. “Why? Why couldn’t they leave it alone?” “ Because they’re Drag Queens and they’re obsessed with gossip and our sex lifes.” Shea said, rubbing her side. “We’re never going to hear the end of this, are we?” “ No way, Babe. The moment we step outside we’ll be bombarded with "I told you so’s”  Shea said, pulling her hands away from her face and gently kissing her. Sasha gave herself over to the kiss, every single inch of her loving his touch. It seemed like only seconds had passed before Sasha’s phone went off again. She groaned into his lips before breaking apart and grabbing her phone.

Alexis: “You sure showed that one guy from tonight!”

Sasha and Shea burst into laughter at the same time. “ We did show him who’s boss tonight, didn’t we?” Sasha asked with a giant smile on her face. “ Damm right we did!” Shea said, pulling Sasha closer and stroking her face. “Nobody tells Shea Coulee what to do.”

[scaryteddybear]

Hurricane - A SDMN Fic

CHAPTER ONE

“For fucks sake Skye!” Kaylyn exclaimed with egg dripping from her head. “I’m done, I’m done,” Kaylyn rose from the seat and walked away from the cameras view. After getting a paper towel from Sandra and wiping her face she ended her video with a quick bye.

Kaylyn turned the camera off and looked at her friends.

“You should take a shower,” Jenny said and Kaylyn laughed a little.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Do you wanna help clean up afterwards?” She answered.

“Sure,” Sandra said, and the others nodded.

Kaylyn walked to her room and grabbed a change of clothes and a towel. She went to the shower and washed her hair and body quickly, getting rid of all the egg, yoghurt and frube. She dried herself with the towel and blew her hair dry.  After putting on the clothes and jamming to some music she went into the living room to help clean up.

It didn’t take long to tidy up since they had put down some tarp on the floor and just had to throw it outside. Kaylyn grabbed her camera and put it in her room before walking into the kitchen to talk with the rest of the girls.

They mostly sat on their phones, going on Twitter and liking and retweeting fans posts, and chatted about random stuff. After a while it was time for Skye and Sandra to go back to their apartment just a few blocks away and Kaylyn walked them to the door.

“Football tomorrow, yeah?” Kaylyn asked.

“Yep, we’ll see you at the pitch. Be there at nine,” Skye answered with a smile. The girls waved goodbye and the door closed.

 Now it was only Kaylyn and Jenny left considering they lived together.

“Do you want to order food?” Jenny asked Kaylyn when she got back into the kitchen.

“Yes! I’m starving. TGIF?” Kaylyn requested and Jenny nodded in response.

Kaylyn quickly dialed the phone number to TGIF and ordered their usual.

“I’m gonna go and start editing, watch the door will you?” Kaylyn said and without waiting for an answer she went into her room and turned on her computer.

 30 minutes later Jenny knocked on Kaylyn’s door and mentioned that the food was there. Kaylyn got up from her seat and followed Jenny to the kitchen where they started to devour the food without much conversation. When they were done and had put away the plates they went into their rooms and started to work on the content they put on YouTube.

At around 9 PM British time they put out their videos. A “Patience Test” for Kaylyn and a “January Favorites” for Jenny.  When that was done Kaylyn went into the bathroom and started to get ready for bed, she was soon joined by Jenny.

“How are you feeling about tomorrow Kay?” Jenny asked.

“I’m excited! It’s been quite a while since we did some football challenges,” Kaylyn responded. Their night routine was swiftly done and they once again went their separate ways after bidding goodnight.  

  Jen and Kay arrived to the pitch a little late, but lucky for them Sandra and Skye were already there, doing some keepy ups while waiting.

“Great you’re here, let’s get going!” Sandra said when the girls were in hearing distance.

Everyone laughed as they started to set up their cameras. Jenny and Kaylyn quickly warmed up and they started to do the videos. First up was Skye’s “Call out penalty challenge”. Sandra stood in goal while the others said to the camera which part of the goal they were going to attempt to score in.

“So Jenny won. No surprise, Sandra’s shit in goal,” Skye told the camera.  

“Hey! Fuck off!” Sandra interrupted. All girls giggled and Skye finished doing her outro.

“What’s up next?” Kaylyn asked.

“We’ll do my blind penalties?” Sandra replied in a questioning tone. They all agreed and Sandra began setting up her cameras.

While she was doing that some noises came from the metal door leading to the pitch, Kaylyn looked over to the ruckus and saw a group of guys trying to get in. She looked over to Jenny and after seeing Jenny nod they walked over to the door. On their way there the boys stopped trying to get in.

When they got closer they could make out the features of the boys, who we’re more like young adults than teenagers, and what was most prominent was the way a few of them roamed their eyes over the girls bodies.

“Do you need anything?” Jenny asked with a smirk.

“You don’t reckon you could let us in?” a blond boy in the front asked.

“I don’t know. We’re kinda busy over here. Can’t you take another pitch?” Jenny answered sweetly.

“It’s occupied everywhere else. You’re not even using the entire place!” the blond boy ranted.

“Sorry buddy. We got here first. Maybe come earlier next time,” Kaylyn explained with a small smirk.

With that said they turned around and walked back to their friends, not so discreetly high-fiving.

“What did they want?” Sandra asked after kicking a ball, trying to hit the crossbar.

“Only wanted to use the pitch. Doesn’t matter though, they’re not getting in,” Jenny answered with a mischievous smile.

“Well, you didn’t get them to leave. They’re still at the door,” Skye pointed out.

Kaylyn just shrugged, “Sandra, you ready?”

Sandra nodded in response and they began doing the video. It went smoothly, if you count smoothly as only one person scoring, and they were soon starting their third video of the day “crossbar challenge” and then the fourth “woodwork challenge”.  After all the videos were done it was time for lunch, so they packed everything into their bags and went on a search for the nearest Nando’s.

There they got a little surprise – a group of boys who wanted to play football on the very same pitch the girls played on. Only the guys were there, so they were all alone. When they first opened the door into the restaurant the girls were laughing about how Skye tripped on the way. They didn’t notice the boys until they had sat down in a booth and began looking through the menus.

“Oh, fuck,” Jenny whispered when she noticed the other group.

“What’s wrong?” Sandra asked.

“The ones sitting over there are the boys that we didn’t let into the pitch,” Jenny whispered.

“So?” Skye said.

“I don’t know. I just pointed it out” Jenny defended herself.  

“Well, why don’t we just ignore them like we ignore the haters?” Kaylyn said with a giggle.

“Yaass gurl,” Skye laughed.

They ordered their food and while they waited social media took up their time. Just when the food arrived the boys left, the blonde one that Kay and Jen had spoken to giving them a glare. Kaylyn met his eyes and gave him a smirk, although that seemed to make him angrier considering he flipped her off when he went outside.

“Hey, are we uploading the football vids today?” Kaylyn asked in between chewing her food.

“I think so. We’ll have all afternoon editing anyways. You two are coming over to our place right?” Skye answered.

“Yeah, I think so. We just have to go and get our stuff,” Kaylyn responded.

When they had finished eating they separated ways, only to meet up again soon after.  

  About a week later the girls were once again back at the football pitch. They were just warming up, thinking about which videos they wanted to film and generally having a good time.

“For fucks sake!” Jen exclaimed before metal clanging was heard from the door. The girls looked over and once again the boys were there.

“I’ll go,” Kaylyn offered before anyone said anything. She quickly walked over to the door and stood in front of it with a raised eyebrow and her arms crossed.

“Can you let us in?” a bearded man asked.

“Is the rest taken?” she responded.

“Yes,” the blonde boy she had spoken to before cut in.

Kaylyn thought for a moment, but before she could say anything the guy continued.

“You lot are YouTubers, yeah?” after seeing her nod he kept going “so are we, and it’s been quite a while since we’ve uploaded a football video. Can you just let us in?”

“Sure,” she gave in, “just stay on one half of the pitch and don’t disturb us, okay?”

Kaylyn opened the door, and the boys streamed in.

“Not even a thank you?” she uttered before closing the door.

“Thank you!” the blonde boy yelled back.

Kaylyn just shook her head before walking back to the girls.

“Why’d you let them in?” Sandra asked.

“Because they’re YouTubers like us,” was Kay’s simple answer.

After finally deciding what to do they started filming.  It was quite annoying though hearing laughs and screams come from across the field. Along with balls that had been shot in the wrong direction. One time Kaylyn looked at the boys and saw that even if they fucked around they did have some skills, especially the blonde boy and the one in the snapback. She watched one of them execute a great trickshot for a penalty.

And when the girls didn’t watch the boys, but were concentrated on their own thing the boys were watching them.

“They’re quite good, innit?” Ethan said to Simon and Tobi who were watching the girls do penalties. One of them managed to put it top bins and all the other girls went crazy.

“Yeah, they are aren’t they? And they’re quite good looking to,” Simon answered with a cheeky smile.

“Harry, crossbar!” Josh yelled.

Harry took a ball and shot it towards the crossbar, which it hit. But he did underestimate the power and the ball bounced back towards the girls side. And unfortunately it hit one of their cameras.

“Oh shit!” Harry exclaimed and at the same time Jenny yelled angrily “what the fuck, you dickhead!”  

[sh-lan]

i’m always late for these now but oh well

i can’t believe i’m making an ebay account happy new year LOL

Third day of the new year!

Went to hangout with ryan and leighton. They wanted to try marugame udon so!!! Also i saw adam but didnt say hi, oops. In any case. We were like hey let’s do something like walk around! But it rained a little so we bought some cuties from trader joe’s and ended up at ryan’s house and basically sat in his kotatsu for 4 hours then i came home. I also finally know how it feels like when the manga says that your legs get tangled inside the kotatsu. And when you literally cannot get out of it. Plus the feeling of losing the ability to walk because ya gurl tried to stand up after crawling out of the kotatsu and just fell back down What a day LOL

my brain in general has forgotten how it feels like to study …oh dear

Mommy helped me dye my hair yesterday! It’s lighter than i thought but it was the gray ochre color from palty! And it smells like grape hichews Facetimed vania & yuri today and they noticed the color! And then facetiming with dad and he also noticed LIKE WOW I DIDNT REALIZE PEOPLE COULD TELL? <3

I want a lot of cute phone case but idk what and where to get EDIT: i am still having this problem

I just saw the golden year of the dog items from starbucks korea AND I WANT EDIT: also want the starbucks x pantone planner fml EDIT EDIT: did not end up buying anything good job deborah lan

i was right muster merch colors ARE BEAUTIFUL

The muster merch fmu EDIT: clearly i was overwhelmed with the colors because there were two separate drafts in a row lol

The company insists on having two references….

And now they said they chillin with a peer reference SO I PHONED A FRIEND (aka vania) bless her soul

jan 10th l i f e u p d a t e got the first job offer of my life!! (well official full time offer lol) and so it looks like i’m going to portland? :O

Wow i joined a GO for muster merch New year new me and goodbye money 탕진잼 탕진잼 탕진잼

Wow im glad i submitted the form to get muster merch because THEY ARE SO CUTE AND PRETTY. Okay but i really want PCs so i sincerely hope bighit has some sense and ship PC sets abroad when you order multiple other items Also didnt realize the lenticular key rings would be a hot item but seriously they are so much more adorable than i thought?? Jk’s key ring is so cute i cri EDIT: just found out about no acrylic stand )))): EDIT EDIT: didn’t get squat because ARMYs jump all over everything any time anything is released...

finding housing is hard and i can’t believe that i actually see an appeal to living in downtown…

fmu because bt21 getting released online BUT I REALLY SHOULDN’T BUY but also i finally got my package from jen! ugh omg the bag charms are so cute i don’t know whether to actually use them or keep them in their boxes ;__; and she included some mediheal masks! finally also sent vania her tata as a thank you gift~

deokrim stickers are too cute ima buy two sets

And ugh wow i cant believe i chanced upon cornpeu shop reopening im ded Vania and i didnt catch the timing for bt21 and now i’m still dumping money on bts things HAHA EDIT: not even 15 min after writing this, i bought the stuff from cornpeu lel (which couldve been used to buy the cushion so idk man) time to go preorder for deokrim maybe?

Wow my left hand hurts like shit did i really break it playing superstar bts like mom said? No way right

Ahhhh got my muster merch in the mail today and it’s so niceeee *^* Ima stick that washi tape like everywhere LOL

I hurt myself four different times today smh

In portland for the weekend! I deadass ate two packets of honey roasted peanuts on the plane ride over because i didnt realize i was so hungry and now i’m just waiting for the pimples to cOME ;__;

I walked into a stationery store in portland and just. FOUND MY PEACE. jk but i bought some stickers i been looking at online blesssss

No. Tax. Anywhere. (So far)

I had coke last night after my flight and i legit didnt feel tired until 3:30am oops

Omfg i cant believe someone was selling the trust issues photobook by snowpeach in the luce in altis project for $15 last night WOW LIKE THE FEW DAYS I DONT CHECK SHIT, THERE’S ALL KINDS OF SHIT I WANT. $15 is so cheap ;___;

went to portland with alice to check out apartments!!! woot. lots of fun going around/looking at the city. landed on thursday night and waited at the airport for alice and ate mcdonalds/watched the office haha friday: alice had work all day ): so i went out to meet up with yuri and leslie who happened to be out in portland too! walked to the alberta arts district to eat with them at pok pok noi. just walked around afterwards exploring in the rain before getting back home to eat dinner with alice at like 8…lol we went to bamboo sushi in sw and alice treated me to omakase as a congrats on getting my new yob!! woot also did some walking around in the neighborhood - will likely spend quite a bit of time in the powell city of books! saturday: the day we actually went out to see properties! grabbed some blue star donuts and headed into nw district - looked at some apartments and then grabbed lunch at this cute italian place that i will most likely frequent. started talking to alice about stuff and being weak, i cried and then we got free hazelnut ice cream…LOL. it was really good sunday: since we toured places that i actually liked yesterday, we basically just decided to walk around different areas. waterfront park, pioneer square…we spent a while in nordstrom rack and sephora looking for stuff for alice! lol. then dinner again at bamboo sushi and dessert at salt & straw :> monday morning: waking up early to get to the airport for alice’s flight. bought more donuts at the airport for mom! then i sat at the airport watching the office and eating until the airplane ride where i got a whole row to myself~

and that was my portland trip shortened LOL. but~ excited about the new city, definitely excited about the donuts!

Furniture shopping is hard Moving is hard Everythinf comes down to money S M H

Got approved for my apartment today!! #excited

legit on phone calls for an hour getting stuff down and ready. now to wait on emails so i can get to the next step to sign my lease!

It’s been hot in sf like ??? In other news, i put coconut oil in ma hair - let’s see how it feels tomorrow! :O EDIT: idk, it didn’t feel different?

Omg feb 5th: suddenly a day where i can play hard mode on ssbts wow what a day

I just saw the new bts game where you get to “live chat” the boys as the user becomes the manager and takes care of the bois I am literally gonna die All armys gonna die Why do they do this to us …BECAUSE THEY KNOW WE’LL NEVER BE THEIR MANAGERS

Today i threw away my first lip tint because it looked funky funks and was like dying Good bye you were good to me - onto more an new lip tints! On another note. The balenciaga cap is $350??!?!

Being fat today and ordered three desserts with han at creations. And then went to the beach because pokemon but ended up star-gazing and it was niceee

Just came across its it ice creams on IG and since it’s been so hot (cause like spring came early or something??) i want it!! Also, it’s like the only time i ever consume oatmeal raisin cookies (unless they just oatmeal - in which case, delicious) But omg i didnt know strawberry is an OG flavor? Althought mint reigns supreme. But. GREEN TEA??

A BUMBLEBEE FLEW INTO MY HOUSE THE OTHER DAY AND I WAS ALONE AND COULDNT HELP also raided mewtwo yesterday!! Woot. Surprisingly got the gym bonus after much hardwork but dayum caught with only one ball LOL

Ever since that one time on the airplane with the weird ass headache/tension above my left eyebrow….i got like two headaches in a week that were like that. Also in between those, my right ear hurts and honestly…am i broken somewhere cause lel Body please get better

Lmao so last time i put on a screen protector, i cracked it in two days cause i dropped it. And i just put on a new one last week and lo and behold, it hath cracked again but this time, in my purse. I’m so ????? Smh

Landed in portland once again with han for move in!! Woke up super early…. Just went to target/tj maxx to buy stuff. Smh should’ve bought a swiffer and gotten it sent here ): Got a shower rug! THE SOFT SQUISHY ONE. But failed in the shower curtain department cause it’s too short… Makeshift bed with blankets and bed sheets lol…we shall await the mattress coming in tomorrow~ Do have quite a bit of stuff to buy in general…): Anyways. Had a burrito for dinner and like ?!! Aluminum foil gave me an aluminum cut so…ow No internets yet - good thing han downloaded some movies!

My cuticles are dying because my hands are dry and wow this is terribad

Went and bought a shitton of strawberry chocolates for 50% off at cvs MUAHAHA

Went to macy’s (or we’ve been going often since it’s going out of business so things are going on sale) and got the seiko watch i was kinda eyeing last time. ONLY TO FIND OUT (forgot to check on amazon) that it was 38 dollahs cheaper ;__; but. EHHH it’s all good. Seems like the one on amazon has strap problems being too smol so…like, it’s totally chill

February 19th

My first day of work!! Went in earlies and had onboarding for about two hours with amother new hire. Then i returned to my room where i met my coworker and my manager! Both of whom are in the same room and we each have a desk. (Ima have to request a standing desk :O) anywayss. Got a company laptop - thank god it’s not bulky. And then i’ve got two monitors on my desk too! #bless

Then jlw went through more ux stuff with me and i also went to a stand up meeting. Like. Those are real man. Then went to company lunch! Where new hires introduce themselves and i realize that i have never used a dishwasher before and everyone was shookt lol.

Afterwards, i went to a sprint meeting AND BOIIIII PLANNING POKER DOE??? Lololol. I have to say i did not understand a single thing that was going on. Took about an hour and a half…

Anyways. went back in where jlw continued where she left off and then finally let me read some onboarding stuff on my own before she headed out at 4 and then me, leaving swiftly at 4 as well LOL

SO that was my first day! Trying to get everything in order - i hope that everything goes great and that i learn lots and lots! :> although…windows computer already killing me, no wonder people use mouses instead of the trackpad. Also…gotta learn Axure + in depth photoshop so…WOOT WOOT

Oh and we also have a huge snack cabinet i might just become a potato

Light snowfall is so pleasant :>

Bucketlist checklist:

Eat alone - check! First lunch break :> (exciting!)

Watch a movie by myself - check! Love, Simon

Second day - drank too much coffee while i’m still weak against caffeine. It’s 1:26am. HNNNGH

i got really bored at work today because even though it’s week 2 now, i was done with my shit at like 2pm so i just started looking at axure tutorials for another however long until 4:30 LOL side note: might actually do my post-its idea thing then i realize that i didn’t bring any post-its over to portland… also i cracked my screen again today because i slammed it on the counter while trying to save it from falling so did i really save it….

bought rice and shin ramen on amazon lel

Gonna try out my post it idea in the office tomorrow. Hope it goes well 🤞

2/28/17 First ever happy hour but also goodbye party for kyle - also like the first time i talked to him since the one and a half week i been there (minus when we introduced ourselves) but sads cause he was kinda a squish and everyone seemed to have a chill time working with him :/ oh well

ALSO THE FIRST DAY THAT YA GURL GOT PAID $$$ (which is just directly going to rent - oh the woe of getting paid bi-monthly LOL)

Wow i did a great job sticking on my phone screen protector! #yes EDIT: no i didnt. It’s blocking the camera slightly on top smh

Ya gurl cut her finger on a tape measure lmfaooo

Alice came two weekends in a row to help me buy and build stuff and daymn. That was some hard work and tbh i only built a shelf and a bed LOOOOL I think ima go for the sofa + table rather than the desk. I think it might work! Also went to ashun market. Good weekend :>

I went bowling today!! It was an engineering celebration so i thought - why not, let’s be social for a little bit. And it turned out to be fun~ we had some fuds and i played two rounds. And I got a strike in one of the rounds! Woot woot. Anyways. It was enjoyable, not as awkward as i had envisioned. Also i was able to successfully catch the bus home so that was great :>

I think i’m reverting back to my eating habits because there are ENDLESS SNACKS IN THE OFFICE. Oh dear

Really actually thinking about that dicon photobook because the pictures are so nice :<

ALSO FINALLY FCKIN DISCOVERED ELECTRICITY CHARGE ON KWH DIFFERS ON A MONTH TO MONTH BASIS in addition to usage. Wow the things you discover and uncover as you adult

Also city of portland why do you have a base charge of $11???????

Ahhh xfinity wifi was too good to be true Apparently only 5 devices could connect to it at one time. So i guess i gotta shop for internets now…LOL EDIT: NAWP. ALL GOOD. THAT WAS FOR HOME HOTSPOT. WOOT

Lmao my manager went to ucsd when marshall was still called third im

In other news. It looks like my one on one anxiety wont dissipate soon. Esp since last week, the vp of engineering just sent me a calendar invite for a one on one and i literally got stressed out for a straight 30 min before i said yes to the invite and could slowly go back to focusing on work lol…. EDIT: it ended up being around 15 minutes and i did not really enjoy it at all

We are bulletproof pt 2 came on today while i was walking and i still cannot believe that the first lines still got me smiling like a fckin idiot

Ok so i finally talked to this girl at work (who i think is really pretty omfg) the other day and she’d been curling her hair recently and as we were walking out of the bathroom i was like I REALLY LIKE YOUR HAIR And then she said my hair is so straight and healthy - “do you straighten it? It’s really pretty” and i’m just over here crying on the inside because it looks like hay and only happened to be really straight that day for god knows what reason. SO BASICALLY THE STARS ALIGNED JUST SO WE COULD HAVE THIS CONVERSATION Also she said she recently bought a curler that just “does it for you” and gurl i need that because idk how to DO ANYTHING TO MY HAIR UGH

I woke up with the blankets already nicely proportioned off the sides of my bed - so i just crawled out without making my bed today lool

Thought i could handle watching burn the stage but i saw the screenshot of jungkook lying down and it already broke my heart Need to be secluded with some tissues ;__;

A two day trip to see The Rose in seattle or a five day trip in san diego… 🤔🤔🤔

last day of march went to lunch with my coworkers for the first time and i actually enjoyed it! it was fun :> glad that my coworker actually dropped by the office to invite us to lunch~

good friday today because:

lunch was good

really honestly did nothing because we were troubleshooting visual studio

also basically did nothing because double sprint planning and retro LOL

HEADING HOME FOR THE WEEKEND UNTIL WEDNESDAY

#gotpaid

but no joke, on the ride to the airport, i got carsick and i honestly didn’t even know that was possible but if you think about it, i basically haven’t been on any kind of transportation for at least a month… also my uber driver is like some viet gangsta or something that gets pulled into the room every time he tries to go to canada O_O LOL

Deadass trying to save money but The rose concert in seattle, want to make an sd trip, want the 2k18 asia trip But also bts comeback sometime during the first half of the year and SUDDENLY WANNA ONE IS GOING TO HAVE A WORLD TOUR??? Dammit dude DAMMIT

My heart dies a little every time my coworker comes by and invites me to lunch with everyone *ugly sobs* Dies a little in a good way - just for clarification LOL

Mom dyed my hair for me! And it was darker than i thought BUT GREAT. Curiously enough, after two washes…it’s already lightening?? NO PLEASE STAY DARK. PLEASE. EDIT: lol i realized there was another “mother dyed my hair” somewhere on top lel. just for clarification - nobody else dyes my hair including myself cause i am incapable lOL

omfg i just saw the we bare bears x spao collab AND THEN FOUND THE ADVENTURE TIME X SPAO CLOTHES, SO CUTE!!! the jake and bmo hoodie )):

didn’t realize that i missed them so much ;__; we thought we would all die with the black hair but actually they just killed us with softness good thing they didn’t come out with foreheads lOL

okay lol basically that’s it because nothing happens in my life although i realze that i video recorded a lot of experiences and they’re all just video files sitting on my phone and that’s why maybe i haven’t been writing any everyday things down :O will i ever edit them? unclear

in any case - planning lots of fun things for the months to come hopefully!