#anyway. had to make this bc this guy kept popping up when i was looking at tour photos on pinterest

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Who wore it better?

Thai actor and teen idol Gulf Kanawut vs milfy senior citizen extraordinaire Russell Mael

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I was expecting so much more from Again My Life considering lee jungi was its main character but it was such a let down...

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REQUEST ‼️‼️‼️

I’ve always wanted to read one where the reader is one of Hershel’s daughters (set in season 2). When Daryl and the group show up the reader won’t stop teasing Daryl and eventually he can’t take it anymore. Please make my dreams come true 😭😭🤘. (p.s virgin reader would be +50 points ;)

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pairing (S2) Daryl Dixon x virgin!fem!Reader

cw loss of virginity, unprotected p in v, lowkey inexperienced daryl, but also not really?, teasing, some pining, daryl kinda being a boob man, reader being a little pervy at times

note i am so sorry i kept you waiting 32 days for this request @mygrandmaschinacabinet, i really hope you like this and thank you for your patience and kind comment on my other post!

p.s. just bc reader is hershel's daughter does not imply anything ab her appearence

~5.k words

 Living on a farm that was fairly far from society, it was a given that you wouldn't see good looking guys too often. But being a good looking girl, the guys you didn't want were always the ones after you, and you'd always have to turn them down. When she gets older, she's gonna have to fight off boys with a stick, was something your grandma would often tease your father, Hershel, about. You laughed it off, not paying any mind to it, but boy did she end up being right. You spent a good portion of your high school years rejecting your suitors, none of which were good enough for you, and none of which you really wanted. But when you finally laid eyes on the most beautiful man you've ever seen, he happened to be one who seemed to pay you no attention. 

 Odd circumstances brought the beautiful man, whom you quickly learned was named Daryl Dixon, to your farm. Otis shot a kid, Hershel took him in to care for, and his dad's group eventually made a home on your father's land. You couldn’t help but ogle at him from your bedroom window whenever you got the chance. The way his biceps flexed whenever he worked with his arms had your virgin pussy aching to be filled by him. He was a man who you’d let do things to you that you’d let no other man before even think he had a chance of doing. 

“Not this again,” Maggie complained upon entering your room. You were perched at your window -like you have been since the group first arrived- watching Daryl skin some squirrels. No one could look as good as he did while doing such a grisly task. 

“Can you blame me? Jus’ look at him,” you replied dreamily. 

“No thanks.” 

“Whatever. You have your eye candy, I have mine.” 

“Eye candy? What’re you talkin’ about?” She asked defensively. 

“Glenn. I’ve seen the way you look at him, like he’s a piece of meat,” you teased. 

“Whatever! Do you need anythin’? I’m goin’ out on a run.” 

“With Glenn?” 

 She let out an annoyed huff and exited the room, not awaiting your response. But you didn’t need anything anyway. You went back to watching Daryl. The sweltering Georgia heat caused sweat to drench his sleeveless shirt and drip from his short, dark hair. He looked like he walked out of one of your many wet dreams. Just then, an idea popped into your head. You hurried down to the kitchen and filled a glass with water, cooling it with the scoops of ice you added. Surely this kind deed would put you on his radar. 

“Hey, Daryl,” you cheerily greeted as you approached the rugged man. He sat on a stump, now gutting the squirrels he already skinned. He grunted in response, not looking up from his work. Your smile dropped, not that it mattered, considering he wasn’t even looking at you. 

“Brought you some water. It’s pretty hot out here and I wouldn’t want ya gettin’ dehydrated,” you said as you held out the cold glass, now dripping with condensation. “Thanks.” He grabbed the glass, his fingers slightly brushing yours, sending a tingling through your spine. He threw his head back, downing the water. A small stream of water dripped down his chin, then his neck, sliding down his shirt no longer in your vision. You squeezed your thighs together. Every little thing he did drove you crazy. You felt like a victorian man who’d just seen a peek of a woman’s ankle whenever you were around Daryl. 

“You uh… Ya need somethin’?” He asked when he noticed you haven’t left yet. You froze. You didn’t need anything, but you didn’t want to leave either. 

“Jus’ came to check on ya, I guess,” you muttered. 

“ ‘M fine?” He tossed the squirrel’s guts into a bucket. 

“Well, alright. My work here is done!” You cringed as the words left your mouth. You grabbed the emptied glass and walked back into the house, chastising yourself the entire way. You wanted nothing more than to have him look at you the way other guys do, but he barely give you the time of day. 

 The glimmer of sunbeams on your face woke you up the next morning. You glanced at the analog clock on your nightstand that read 11:36. You hopped out of bed and eagerly hurried to your window, hoping Daryl would be back from hunting or looking for that little girl or whatever else it was he did when he wasn’t in his usual spot. He was sat on that stump again, but this time he was cleaning his crossbow with that red rag he kept on him. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had  to do something. He couldn’t keep getting away with being so hot and so uninterested in you. 

 You readied yourself in the bathroom, making sure every hair was in place and every tooth was brushed. You debated putting on makeup. You had some leftover from before, but never had a reason to use it, not until now. You layered on some mascara until your lashes looked twice as long and twice as full and coated your lips with some tinted gloss. You stared into your closet debating on what you thought Daryl’d like better. Your tightest, shortest shorts and a nearly see-through tank top. 

“What’re doin’ all dolled up like that?” Your younger sister, Beth asked upon entering the kitchen. 

“Makin’ lunch for D-,” you stopped yourself, not wanting another sister catching onto your thing for Daryl, “for the group out there.” 

“Daddy doesn’t want us wastin’ all our stuff on them,” she protested. You rolled your eyes at her. She could be such a goody-two-shoes sometimes. “What he don’ know won’ hurt him.” You cut a piece of the sandwich you made and handed it to Beth. 

“Eat this and keep quiet.”  

You assembled the sandwich and a glass of lemonade on a tray and carried it over to his lone camp. He didn’t look at you until you were standing before him holding the tray of food. His eyes slowly made their way up to yours, lingering on your bare legs and exposed cleavage on their way up. You couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged the corners of your mouth at this small victory. He quickly averted his gaze and set his crossbow down. 

“Wha’s all this?” He asked, nodding his head toward the tray in your arms. 

“Made ya lunch. Figured you’d be hungry after all that huntin’ and searchin’ you been doin’,” you answered as you set down the tray. 

“Uh, thanks?” He seemed confused, but grateful nonetheless. “Of course,” you replied with a bright smile before sauntering off, swaying your hips more than usual. Unbeknownst to you, he watched you until the door closed behind you. 

 In the days that passed, you upped the ante on your teasing. Daryl noticed. At noon almost everyday, you’d bring him lunch in risqué little outfits. Not quite skimpy, but just enough to tease him. And tease him they did. He already was too nervous to look at you, afraid he might scare you off with his gruff nature and lack of experience with women. He’d choose, instead, to catch glimpses of you when you weren’t watching. Like when you’d leave after bringing him something, or when you’d be around doing farm-work or interacting with the other members of his group. But when you started wearing those revealing outfits, it became harder for him to keep from looking at you. But when he made eye contact with you, he became so nervous and shy that he had to look away. You were the sun. He could feel your warmth, even when he couldn’t see you. You were so bright and beautiful that he felt pulled to look at you, but whenever he did, it couldn’t be for long because he’d forcibly look away, your bright smile burning his sensitive retinas. 

 Speaking of the sun, there you were. “Daryl!” You called as you ran to him. The actual sun glowed behind you, making you look even more like an angel. He was atop one of your horses ready to leave the farm to look for Sophia. He was shocked to see you since you usually weren’t up until noon. He’d know since that’s around the time he sees you watching him through your window. 

“Yeah?” He grunted. 

“Ya goin’ out to look for that little girl?” Once you were out of the sunlight, he could actually get a good look at you.  Something in him stirred when he saw you in the little dress you had on. It was a cream color with ruffles at the bottom and it gave him a good view of your breasts from his position on the horse. He quickly tore his eyes away and looked at the view ahead of him, which was nowhere near as beautiful as you. 

“I figure you’ll be gone for a bit, so I brought you a little bite to eat,” you said holding up a few muffins you made the other night wrapped in cheesecloth. 

“T-thanks,” he stuttered. Despite how frequent it was, he was always taken aback by the kindness you show him. He’s never been treated the way you treat him before and it caught him off guard. 

“Be back by dinner, okay?” It wasn’t a command, more of a hopeful question, but made his heart flutter. 

“I’ll try.” He didn’t want to make any promises he couldn’t keep. You stood there fiddling with your dress about to say something but deciding against it each time. 

“Wha’ is it?” 

“B-be safe out there!” You blurted before scampering off. He found it odd how you could be so bold with your teasing, yet shy when it came to actually talking to him. 

  Your words echoed in his head as he searched for any sign of Carol’s lost daughter. Your request of be back by dinner, okay? motivated him to get back to the farm, despite his injuries from the horse tossing him down a cliff making it difficult for him to move. But what really stuck with him was your horrified scream when you saw Andrea shoot him. That scream haunted his dreams while he was unconscious. The terror of it being the last thing he’d hear from you was his real nightmare. So when he heard your soft “Hey,” he felt relief wash over him, despite the pain everywhere else. He blinked his dry eyes open only for the first thing for him to see being your tits. You had on a loose t-shirt with no bra underneath. He didn’t know if this was a part of your teasing or a pure mistake, but either way, his cock stirred at the sight. You leaned down further to look into his eyes. 

“How ya feelin’?” You ask, placing the back of your hand to his forehead. He tried to croak out a response, but his throat was too dry. You quickly grabbed the glass of water at his bedside and helped him drink it. 

“Better?” 

“ ‘M fine,” he said. You gave him a look that said you didn’t believe him, but were humoring him anyway. “You were injured pretty badly, Daryl,” you said as you gently stroked his hair. He caught himself before he could fully melt into your touch. In fact, he moved away from it. 

“I know, ‘m fine,” he snapped before trying to roll over, away from you. He didn’t like you seeing him like this. So weak and frail, having to depend on those around him. He didn’t see the hurt expression that took over your pretty face. But, to his luck, you didn’t let him push you away. Instead, you toed off your shoes and got into the bed beside him, facing him. He hoped to the high heavens that you couldn’t see the redness that blossomed on his face when you flashed your bright smile at him. 

“I’ll keep ya company,” you promised. 

“Don’ need no company, said ‘m fine.” He didn’t know why he was so adamant about pushing you away. The minute he realized you were in here, he brightened up. He didn’t want his sunshine to leave, but he couldn’t help the storm that was brewing inside him. 

“Well, if you really want me to leave, I’ll go.” You were almost out of the bed before his clammy hand grabbed your wrist. 

“Nah, you can stay,” he said, prompting the return of that bright smile. 

 When you woke up, the sun was setting and Daryl’s arm was around your waist, holding you close. Your heart swelled, this was all you ever wanted, to be in Daryl’s arms. Okay, well you wanted more than just his arm around you, but small victories! You gently moved his arm off you so you could get up and get some dinner from him and yourself. 

“What were you doin’ in there?” Your father asked as soon as you stepped out of the room. He stood outside, about to come in, holding a tray of food for the bowman. 

“Nothin’, Daddy, I was jus’ checkin up on our patient!” It was the truth, but it felt like a lie. 

“Since earlier this afternoon?” He pressed. 

“Lost track of time,” you explained. 

“Now, honey, I know you’re just lookin’ out for him, but-“ 

“I know, I know, you don’t really trust them, but I’m just lovin’ thy neighbor, so to speak.” You bargained. 

That response seemed to satisfy him for now. He handed you the tray of food to give you Daryl. 

“Daryl, dinner,” you called softly upon reentering the room. He groaned, but woke up anyway. He tried to sit up, but winced in pain. You set the tray down and quickly ran to his side to help him out. You adjusted his pillows and helped him to a sitting position. 

“Wha’s fer dinner?” He asked, glancing at the bowl of soup on the tray beside him on the bed. You hummed in thought before dipping your finger into the bowl and sucking it clean, making sure your lips were pouty as you did so, hoping to tease Daryl. 

“Tomato.” He hummed noncommittally before reaching for the spoon. You swatted his hand away. “Nuh uh, you’re still healing, let me feed you.” 

“I can feed myself,” he protested. You furrowed your brows and pouted at him. He sighed and rolled his eyes, but opened his mouth slightly, waiting for a bite. You smiled, scooping up some soup and spooning it into his mouth, making sure to lean forward as to give him a front row seat to the view down your shirt. You saw him avoid looking the first few times, but soon he was unable to resist taking a peek, and soon his peeking became staring (however, he pretended not to be whenever you looked back up at him). 

“Enjoy the soup?” You asked once the bowl was mostly empty. 

“S’alright,” he said as he nibbled on a cracker. You grabbed the bowl and drank the rest of the soup directly from it. 

“Goddammit!” You cursed when a glob of soup fell onto your white t-shirt. But maybe it was a blessing in disguise, a chance to drive Daryl crazy. You grabbed a random t-shirt from one of the drawers and set it down before taking off the one you had, tossing it aside. You put the new one on as if you didn't just give him a strip show. His face was beet red and he hurried to adjust the blankets on his lap. 

"Daryl, you okay? You look a little hot?" 

"S'just w-warm in here." 

"Let me jus' check your temperature." Instead of pressing the back of your hand to his forehead like before, you placed a gentle kiss to it. 

"Feels a little warm." You stayed close to his face. If he moved, even a centimeter, his lips would touch yours, which is what you were hoping for. You glanced down at his lips, then up at his blue eyes, waiting for him to lean in. Despite all this teasing, you kinda wished he'd make a move, too. When he didn't, you pulled away, kissing him on the cheek instead. 

"Get well soon, okay?" you said before taking the tray and leaving. 

Daryl had been mentally punching himself since that night. He was an idiot for not kissing you when he had the chance. You were right there and so obviously waiting for him to do something, anything. But he couldn't. It'd been so long since he'd done anything with a woman, and even then, he didn't think he was any good. He was almost embarrassed about how inexperienced he was at his age. And someone as beautiful as you obviously would have some experience, so why waste time on him. He didn't want to be the cloud that dulled your shine. 

 He was now well enough to be released from Hershel’s care, but not well enough to resume about his usual ways. He’d normally disobey orders to take it easy, but when you made him promise to rest, he couldn’t break it. Subconsciously, he glanced over to your window. It wasn’t something he did often, considering you were usually the one watching him, but you were weighing heavily on his mind. He saw you up in your room, assuming you’d just woken up since it was almost noon. You were at your window, rummaging through your dresser -he knew where it was when he caught a glimpse of your room when he was inside the house. You held up a few shirts, probably deciding on which to wear, before pulling your pajama shirt off over your head. This was now the second, no, third time he’s gotten a perfect view of your tits. God they would feel so good in his hands, better yet, they’d look so good  bouncing in unison with his thrusts as he fucked you into your mattress. Your teasing and mischievous ways only fueled his fantasies, causing his pants to tighten uncomfortably. The little wave you gave him from your window pulled him out of his own head. You, still topless, blew him a kiss before stepping out of frame. 

 His heart rate increased expeditiously as he nearly came in his pants. He couldn’t handle your teasing anymore, it was driving him crazy. He wanted you, not just the fantasies in his head and the company of his hand. He wanted to feel your walls squeeze his cock, hear your little moans as he pleasured you until your mind went numb, become one with you as you came in unison. He hurried into his tent and zipped it all the way up before collapsing onto his sleeping bag and hurrying to undo his pants. He liberated his aching cock from its confines and spat on his hand. He rubbed himself up and down, from base to tip, imagining it was your pretty mouth swallowing him whole. He ignored the sound of distant footsteps approaching his tent and instead chased his climax, which was coming embarrassingly fast. 

“Daryl?” Your distant voice called, but all he heard in his mind was you moaning his name as your nails scratched down his back. 

“You in here?” You asked. Daryl came in his hand, taking extra care to stifle the moan that threatened to spill from his mouth. Reality set in when he saw your shadow standing outside his tent. He quickly wiped his hand off on the closest piece of fabric and shoved himself back in his pants. 

“Need somethin’? He asked. He willed you not to notice his flushed, sweaty face. 

“Watcha doin’ in there?” You asked, trying to peek into his tent. He moved to block your vision. He didn’t need you finding any trace of his earlier activity. Although, the little dress you had on had him ready to continue said activities.

“Nothin’.” 

“Anyway, I came to check on you, make sure you’re takin’ it easy.” 

“I am, was jus’ takin’ a nap,” he lied. 

“Then why are you so red? And sweaty? Are you comin’ down with somethin’?!” You were starting to sound worried, making Daryl feel guilty. You reached up to feel his forehead and check for a fever, but he stepped back, avoiding your touch. If he felt your skin on his, in any capacity, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back anymore. 

“Daryl, don’t be so stubborn!” You stepped closer only for him to step back again. 

“Ain’ got no fever, girl! S’just hot out here!” He insisted. 

“Don’ know that for sure. If it is one, it could mean one of your wounds is infected.” 

“S’not a fever, ‘m sweaty from workin’ out.” You looked at him with an eyebrow skeptically raised and a hand on your hip. So much for takin’ a nap, you thought. Your eyes traveled down his body before meeting his again, this time with look more mischievous than usual in your eyes. 

“Your fly’s down.” He quickly zipped it up, cursing himself for the dumb mistake. 

“Anythin’ to do with your ‘work out’?” 

“Dunno what yer gettin’ at.” His heart was beating faster in his chest, this time because of anxiety. You were onto him and he was about to get caught, humiliated under your scrutinizing gaze.

“Flushed, sweaty face.” You took a step closer and he took one back. “Dilated pupils.” Another step forward and another one back. “Unzipped fly.” He stepped back, not looking where he was going and stumbled onto the grassy ground. You sat down next to him. “Took forever to open your tent.” Your face split into a grin like the Cheshire Cat.   “I’d say you were in there masturbatin’.” He stumbled over his words, looking for what to say in denial of your observation accusation. You pressed your pointer finger to his lips. 

“Shh, it’s okay.” You leaned over him and slid your hand down his chest. “I touch myself, too.” His sparkling blue eyes went wide. “Usually thinkin’ ‘bout you when I do it.” You could feel his breathing change as you slid your hand further down his toned stomach. “Were you thinkin’ ‘bout me?” His face was beet read and breathing shallow. You had him and he was more than ready, willing, and able to give in. He nodded his head, confirming your suspicions. 

“Well, next time I’m on your mind,” you leaned down, lips ghosting his parted ones, “don’t just settle for your hand.” His lips finally met yours in a heated kiss. The built up tension from his days of pining and yours of teasing finally being released in that kiss. You tangled your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss, slipping your tongue inside and drinking in all his pleasured groans. 

“Wanna go back to my room?” You asked after pulling away. 

“Nah, too far. Let’s go inside my tent.” You happily agreed and hurried inside, zipping it up behind Daryl. His mouth was back on yours in an instant, passionately exploring it with his tongue. He kissed his way down to your neck, roughly sucking marks. 

“Oh, Daryl!” You shouted when he reached a certain spot on your neck, just beneath your ear. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. Nervously, Daryl’s hand experimented with touching your body, his hands firmly gripping your hips. They were comfortable there and not daring enough to try anything else. He wanted to impress you, but at the same time he didn’t want you to notice that he had no clue what he was doing or what to do next, using the pirated porn and one night stands of his past as reference. Your hands grabbed his and placed them on your tits. 

“Touch me, Daryl!” You whined. His hands groped and kneaded at the soft mounds of flesh hidden behind the thin fabric of your dress. He pulled down the front of your dress, freeing your tits then recapturing one by putting it in his mouth. His large hand toyed with the right while his mouth suckled the other. Your little wanton whimpers egged him on, giving him the confidence to try more. Your squirmed beneath him, squeezing your thighs together. His cock was also painfully hard, once again, and yearning to feel your warm walls around him. He pulled away and undid his pants before pulling out his cock, stroking it a few times. He looked up at you, but you looked less excited. Your eyes wouldn’t meet his and your arms were crossed over your chest, hiding yourself from him. 

“Wha’s the matter, Sunshine?” He asked, the nickname rolling of his tongue naturally. He was more than excited to sleep with you, but his worry regarding your sudden change outweighed that. 

“N-nothin’. Jus’ put it in,” you said hoarsely. 

“Nah, we ain’ doin’ nothin’ unless ya tell me wha’s wrong.” It sounded harsh, but it came from a place of genuine concern. 

You sat up, readjusting your dress as you did so. “I-it’s jus’,” you nervously fiddled with the hem of your dress, something Daryl noticed you did a lot around him. “C-can we go slow? I haven’t done any of this stuff before,” you admitted. 

“You a virgin?” He asked, astonished. You glumly nodded your head as if you were accepting defeat. In a twisted way, that relieved him a bit. Maybe since you’ve never had sex, you wouldn’t notice his own lack of experience.  He put himself in his boxers before patting the spot in front of him. You crawled over to him and sat between his legs, your back against his chest. His lips found that spot on your neck again and began sucking there as his hand slid underneath your panties. He rubbed your clit in tight circles, causing your thighs to clamp shut over his hand. 

“Jus’ relax,” he coaxed. You relaxed the best you could, but the pleasure kept you from staying still. 

“F-faster,” you whimpered. He obeyed your command, rubbing you at a quicker pace. Your head fell back against his shoulder and you moaned in his ear. His other hand slipped beneath your panties and gathered your arousal on his finger, before he slowly slid it inside you, giving you time to adjust. He pumped it in and out of you as he continued to rub your clit. Your back arched off him as you moaned his name. He easily slipped in a second finger with how wet you were. Your velvety walls were so soft around his thick digits. He couldn’t wait to feel them with his cock. He moved his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting you in a spot that had you babbling nonsense. You squeezed his fingers with your soaking cunt as your first orgasm overtook your body. 

“Daryl, I’m ready. Need ta feel ya inside me,” you slurred. He helped you lay down on your back and slid your panties off before pulling his painfully hard cock out again. Your legs rested over his thighs as he coated his member in your juices before lining it up with your entrance. He slid in as slowly as he could, making sure this would be as painless as it could be for you. You were so soft, slippery, and smooth around him, the best pussy he’s ever had. Once he was all the way in, he stopped to give you time to adjust. He leaned down and connected your lips in another kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled held him close. 

“You can move now.” His hands gripped your hips as he started slowly thrusting in and out of you, not wanting to give you too much too soon. His pleasured grunts mingled with your moans as he slid in and out of you. 

“More, need more!” You whined. He adjusted your position, placing your legs over his broad shoulders. The new position allowed him to fill you even better. As he pounded in and out of you, the erotic sounds of damp skin slapping damp skin filled the tent, harmonizing with his and your sounds of pleasure. He lifted your dress over your head, getting rid of the barrier between you and him, and tossed it aside. His own fantasies came true as he watched your tits bounce in unison with his thrusts. He took them in his hands again, rolling your nipples between his finger and thumb, bringing you closer to your climax. 

“Daryl I think I’ma-” Your sentence trailed off into a moan as you came around his cock. He fucked you through your orgasm as his own approached. He pulled out of you just as he was about to finish and came all over your tits and stomach, like a firehose. You let out a satisfied hum, barely able to keep your eyes open. He grabbed one of his discarded shirts and cleaned you off before laying beside you in the sleeping bag. You rolled over to face him and hugged him close in your arms. 

“You were the best first I coulda asked for,” you confessed. Your words soothed his worries that he didn’t perform well enough while also making his heart flutter.

“Guess all yer teasin’ paid off.” You giggled against his chest. 

 He pulled you closer to him and pulled you in for another kiss, a sweeter, gentler one this time. You dozed off in his comforting arms, wishing you’d never have to leave. 

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The Open Backpack | MD Oneshot

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N/Uzi (Established)

N/Uzi/V (Kinda, not quite established yet lol)

Putting this here bc it's silly and I'm playing with turning it into a comic at some point but I don't want to make a whole new thing for it on ao3 so hi!

Uzi kept a lot of things in her backpack. Many of these things would have had V teasing her in a heartbeat if she were ever to find out, and N just wouldn't get it unless she showed them to him. Which she was not doing. Nope, not even a little. 

But most of all, she couldn't let them know she was into magical girl anime. If anyone found out about it, her reputation as the emo girl would be ruined, she was sure of it. 

Though in hindsight, maybe she shouldn't have left the bag open in the middle of class. 

Lizzy found it first, reaching over to the open backpack and pulling out a very battered--very pink--volume of Mariner Satellite. "What's this?" she asked, her voice thick with disgust. 

"Mine!" Uzi screeched as she snatched it from Lizzy's hands. "Stay out of my frickin' stuff!" 

The teacher cleared his throat, leveling both of them with a very tired, very I'm so done look. Uzi shoved the manga back in her bag and huffed as she looked pointedly away from Lizzy, pulling her bag under her desk.  

Someone tapped her shoulder, and Uzi's heart skipped a beat when she saw N looking at her curiously from where he sat behind her. "What's that?" he asked quietly. 

A warning popped up on Uzi's interface that she was blushing, and she looked away quickly. "Nothing. Just a super cool ninja manga! Yeah!" 

"Ooh, neat!" N replied, and Uzi's stomach dropped as she realized her mistake. "Could you show me after class?" 

Uzi panicked and nodded. 

Uh oh... 

Maybe he'll forget about it, Uzi told herself as the clock ticked closer and closer to the end of class. Or I can escape before he realizes I'm gone! 

But he didn't, and she couldn't. There was a bottleneck as the last class of the day ended and all the other students clamored to leave. N was next to her immediately, ready to take her hand (gross, PDA...) and leave the room with her. "So what's that manga? Ninjas sound cool!" 

Uzi laughed nervously. "Uh... Yeah! They are!" 

"It's not about ninjas," said Lizzy with a smirk. "It's all about the sparkle." 

"Ooh!" N exclaimed. "Like the stuff V's been drawing?" 

Uzi gave him a bewildered look. "Drawing?" she asked. 

"Yeah! We've been using that manga drawing book. V's getting really good! She likes the magical girls and stuff, especially if they look like spies." 

"Huh... I never took V for a magical girl fan." 

"Uh huh, because you're oblivious." 

V stood in the doorway, an eyebrow arched at Uzi. "I don't talk about Mariner Satellite with you around because I know you'll be weird about it, but I know you've snuck into my locker." 

Uzi blushed guiltily. "I wasn't looking at the posters. I just wanted one of the arms you keep in there." 

N narrowed his eyes at V. "V, I thought we agreed no more killing--"

"I'm not, dummy," V interrupted. "I broke into Doll's stash. She had a crap-ton of drones stockpiled." 

"Oh! Right." 

"Anyway," Uzi said. "...I guess if V's already into it... You guys... maybe wanna watch the anime with me...? Sometime...?" 

N grinned. "Anime date!" 

"It's not a date!" Uzi and V looked at each other, startled that they'd both said it in sync. Uzi didn't miss the blush lines on V's visor before she turned away. "Whatever," V continued. "Remake or original?" 

"Original," Uzi replied. "The remake follows the manga better, but the vibes just aren't the same." 

V shrugged and walked back out through the door, looking over her shoulder. "Are you guys coming or what?" 

N grabbed Uzi's hand in his, offering her a smile while she tried to ignore the swarm of butterflies in her stomach as she left the classroom with him. 

[hannah-fannah9503]

going through my backlog documents again and I uncovered this, it's from a project I honestly don't know if I'll ever finish but I thought I'd share some of it anyway bc I liked the concept of this fic a lot

The atmosphere in the holding cell was a far cry from what it normally was.

On a normal day, he would get to laugh and tease the pretty sheriff until there was practically steam coming out of his ears and he was too flustered to even speak. But today, Tango could tell that wasn't the way to go.

"Yo, uh, Sheriff? You…wanna tell me what's going on in that big beautiful brain of yours?"

The sheriff looked upset, except not in the usual I'm pretending to be angry to try and intimidate the prisoners kind of way–no, he looked actually upset. He kept jumping from paper to paper and shelf to shelf, never really focusing on anything. After about an hour, which was usually the point at which Tango would have made the slip already, he finally decided he couldn't ignore it anymore.

Immediately, he was given a harsh glare, which was quickly followed by a loud groan and a sigh. The Sheriff dropped the pen he'd been pretending to work with and tossed his head over the back of his chair.

"It hasn't got anything to do with you."

Tango shrugged, leaning back with his grip on the bars keeping him upright. "Oh, I dunno, maybe I could help. Just thinkin'."

The Sheriff sighed again. And just when Tango was sure he wasn't going to respond, he mumbled, "It's my ex,"

Tango did a double-take. "Your…ex?"

"Yes,"

"As in, ex-partner? Ex-romantic partner? A person you used to be in a relationship with?"

He rolled his eyes. "No, my ex-brother–yes, my ex-romantic partner, or my ex-boyfriend I should say."

"You have an ex-boyfriend?" He exclaimed, genuinely surprised. How had he never heard of this before? And here he thought he knew everything about his favorite sheriff.

"It's a long story. But recently, I heard he started seeing someone else, and I'm…oh, forget it, this is stupid."

"No no no, s'not stupid!" Tango pushed aside the slight sting at the implication that his sheriff still had feelings for another guy, caring more about how he could make him feel better. "What's his name?"

"His name is Scott."

Tango's eyes widened. "Scott? As in Scott Smajor, the owner and proprietor of the underground black market?"

The Sheriff shot him a dirty look. "And how do you know about the black market, huh?"

"Hey, I'm not the one who dated him." He raised his hands in surrender. "Besides, he's got a reputation for being a bit of an ass."

"He's not–just because he doesn't take people's garbage doesn't make him rude." He groaned. "Oh great, I'm defending him now! I really am pathetic."

“Aw, you're not pathetic, Sheriff.” Tango leaned back against the bars. “I think it's cute.”

“Cute? You think being hung up on an ex who's clearly moved on already cute?”

“Well how do you know he's moved on?” Tango asked.

The Sheriff sighed again, slumping down in his chair. “I got a report that he was seen slipping around with some guy.”

“That doesn't mean anything–maybe it's a new customer he's got.”

“Slipping around corners to make out with his customers?”

Tango shrugged. “Well, I dunno what he's got going on! Maybe it's a special service or something.”

The Sheriff groaned. “Okay, gross. Why haven't you left already, anyway? We both know you could've been out of here hours ago.”

Tango put on his best pouty face, reaching through the bars to brush a finger over his sheriff's arm. “Aw, but I love our time together, Sheriff. Why would I wanna give that up?”

He glared, clearly not feeling up to their usual bantering. “I'm going to go get more coffee.” He said tiredly as he stood from his desk and made for the door.

Tango watched him go with a frown. When the door clicked shut, he reached into his back pocket and produced the key to the cell, unlocking it and scaling the wall to get to the window. It popped open just as easily as it always did. As he looked back at the office and holding cell, a cold, heavy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.

He needed to do something.

[betterthanu333]

⭐️ diary June/27/24

Day 4:

Officially ended my fast of 93 hours because I ate 1 scrambled egg (no butter or oil) with seaweed and had petite baby carrots with tzatziki dip. Kinda mad at myself but my mom was on my head 24/7 today but I gained her trust tonight bc I had proof that I ate so I don’t think she’s gonna ask my about what I eat anymore. She’s been telling me that I’m gonna die if I keep starving myself (I tell her that I’m not but i am kinda 😊) and that I look deathly and my eyes and face show how I’m so thin and that why do I want to be skinner than I am, that I already am as skinny as a twig. WHICH I’m not guys istg I’m 174cm and I’m about I think 63kg or 62kg. I had kinda thick thighs (no thigh gap 💔🙏🏽) and I do have a kinda flat stomach with the most beefiest and loose fattiest upper arms. I’m tryna have that vs or at least Pilates build body.

Anyways I had a cup of green tea so flush this shit outta my body and then I’m gonna pop a melatonin to get enough sleep to wake up tmrw at sunrise to go walk/jog. Oh and today I went for only 1 walk💔 but it was like an incline and then so many fucking steep stairs I almost fainted bro wait actually that might be my fucking asthma but fuck it. Omg this hot boy in like college I think he had a beard was walking with his dad. My brother and I passed then with the incline up( the walking and stairs lead to the beach but we were leaving) and his father stopped to talk to a security man while his hot ass son was waiting AND I FEEL LIKE THAT MF SAW ME FROM AFAR & WAS LIKE HOLD ON LEMME WAIT.

So I passed him and his father was still talking with the security about how they’ve been living here for 15 years, keep in mind this place is on the hills and has an ocean view and the houses are fucking amaze balls ( rich rich bby ) anyways I passed by and I cursed at life bc we had to tackle the 1000 STAIRS, bro when I tell u I was fucking heaving, it was so embarrassing I hand to grip onto the handles and take a minute while they fricking passed me. Keep in mind my younger brother did not give 2 shits about me and I kept telling him to wait up.

Sadly I do not have the endurance nor stamina I thought I had with inclines and stairs which I need to BUILD STAMINA FOR BC THATS THE SHIT THAT TONES U AND MAKES U LOSE WEIGHT BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO BE READY FIR THAT WHEN I EAT ZERO shit so for the love of god if u annies have any tips on how to control ur fucking breathing or at least have energy before a workout, Which I thought I had since I ate carrots and drank half of a WTR MLN WTR drink that has electrolytes and I walked out the door thinking I was swell IH FCK I JUST REMEBERED I HAD A MATCHA WITH VANILLA SYRUP TODAY BC I WENT TO A CAFE WITH MY MOM AND SISTER but I didn’t drink it all ohhhhh myyy gooodddddd guys I fucking hate myself today I ruined my diet and for what. I’m not gonna binge though bc I built the self control for that and I need to pushed off the deep end more than this in order for me to binge.

I burned 1,745 cals today. I need to get back on my 2,000+ grind like day 2 but I walked/cardio 2 times that day which I plan on doing tmrw. I did do a blogilates and workout (the one where she wears a turquoise set) but I only burned 83 cals which isn’t much but ugh anyways.

This was an especially long diary check in so pls tell me if I need to shut the fuck a bit more and summarize my day better… also emojis are fucking cringe but I use them so u guys understand my tone 👅

Goodnight annies

[onesourceofbadinformation]

i saw peter pan goes wrong and it was one of the best nights of my life and here is everything that is different from the bbc recording/some stuff i want to remember/make note of

the preshow bits were so fun. i couldn’t see it all bc i was in the mezzanine but:

jonathan was going around chatting with people. chris came up and took him backstage, but he kept popping back out to talk

at one point both trevor and jonathan were climbing over the front rows. unclear why

trevor was drinking a beer

you could see max and dennis and sandra poking their heads around from the stage. max kept waving

robert was onstage trying to get the lights to work. they were doing something with a cable—they had the audience involved in feeding the cable back through the audience. again, couldn’t really see due to being in the mezzanine

one of the backstage people (actor, not for real) (im pretty sure she played annie in one of the broadway runs of the play that goes wrong!) was going around asking people if they had found a hammer. she made me check under my seat :) eventually she found it and lifted it up onstage to show everyone. everyone cheered for her :) then she pretended like she was going to throw it into the audience. good bit queen

at one point neil patrick harris was visible on the stage behind jonathan and jonathan seemed to think the cheers and applause were for him. good bit. in general i think the show is perfectly cast but greg tannahill is really a revelation. so perfectly charming yet smug

ok preshow bit over.

chris was even more sopping wet and pathetic than in the bbc version. he slipped on a puddle of “medicine.” he stabbed himself in the leg with scissors. he strangled himself with his own tie. he drank hand sanitizer

he was forced to drink hand sanitizer when he was [AGE AMBIGUOUS]

(cecco was supposed to hand hook a spyglass, rum, and a pistol. he handed him a rolled-up map, a bottle of hand sanitizer, and a program of “six” that nph tore into the shape of a gun—a “six-shooter.”)

a couple people in the front row came in late and chris stopped what he was doing to stare at them disapprovingly for a full ten seconds

later, when we booed him, chris called out the people in the front row, saying “don’t boo me, latecomers!”

instead of “pantomime”, the running joke was “family show”, and we just booed captain hook instead of “oh no it isn’t”/ “oh yes it is.” we did do “he’s behind you” though. and somebody did “do you need a hand.” i kind of do wish americans had the cultural context of pantomimes so we could do more of a call and response. also i think chris bean saying “oh yes it is” with increasing frustration is very funny. YES IT IS. OF COURSE IT IS. anyway it was still really fun to boo him

robert was the one who said it was a family show. “look how many children there are in the audience! child. child. ugly child”

chris bean, later, during the poison scene: “don’t boo me! robert was right, you are an ugly child!”

there was a whole undersea scene in the lagoon involving black lights and fluorescent fish and mermaids and such! typical goes wrong jokes (mermaid loses its head, jellyfish legs get tangled, fish fuse together to look like a dick and balls)

speaking of mermaids: max and dennis came out in mermaid costumes involving roller blades. matthew cavendish appears to be a pretty talented roller blader

i liked matthew cavendish’s performance as max! different then dave hearn but not in a bad way! there were no “snap snaps” but i actually prefer that, because it feels like a dave hearn thing. this guy was doing his own max, who was a little less of a ham and more a guy who is just having a silly time. i think dave’s max is a little smarter than matthew’s. dave’s max knows he’s fucking with chris—matthew’s max does not. i like them both.

when jonathan fell, a giant banner of “jack and the bean” (starring robert) also fell down, and chris yelled “intermission”

later, during the stage revolve bit, we see a banner of “rapunzel” featuring sandra’s ill-timed haircut

robert did the mr. bumble bit. hilarious bit of robert lore.

nph said something like “i fear that thing and the ways it may hurt me” re: the chair. he also climbed into it through the hole in the back. good chair bits. him being knocked unconscious during the final scene was just excellent. man fucking flew through the air

during annie’s electrocution, he “stalled” by (poorly) playing “being alive” on the recorder

during the poison scene chris had a little girl in the second row open the poison bottle and then said “you poisoned peter pan.” then annie pointed at the little girl later when jonathan asked who would do such a thing

robert’s “audition tapes” were played throughout during the sound cue errors. my favorite was his “uptight englishman” audition tape, which was basically “eughhhh im chris bean and i get to be the director AND the captain and i have thin reptilian hands” (at which point lucy reached out to feel his hands). also they played a bunch as we walked out. apparently robert has over 1000 audition tapes

during chris’ pan pipe “take one” recording, he called out something like “mother, have you seen my pan pipes instruction manual?” i just like the chris bean parents lore. raymond bean—racist?

trevor getting hit by the plank and hanging lifelessly was even funnier in person

when the boat was rocking back and forth chris got fucking LAUNCHED

when they made lucy “walk the plank”, she got absolutely hurled out of her wheelchair and trevor ran out to catch her. national hero. she clung to him like a koala. it was really cute. the audience cheered for him #trevorsweep

on the pirate ship, after “dennis you’re wearing the wrong costume”, dennis delivered an entire fight between a married couple. carl and jerry i think their names were? but i heard “she” at one point so maybe it was a “gerri” situation. one of them walked out. some lines i can remember (im probably misquoting, but this is the gist) “i’ve wasted years of my life with these people” “if you walk out, you’re not just walking out from this company, but from this marriage” “our marriage is a sham! you know it, i know it, even the kids know it” (to dennis) “hey little buddy. how you doing? i’ll be taking over. let’s take it from: aye, captain hook”

the final revolve bit was INCREDIBLE. i didn’t know where to look. when the stage started spinning faster and more out of control! sandra getting hit by the door twice! robert on fire again! the pirate pile-up!

by the time the stage stopped spinning, chris bean was just despondently lying on the top bunk. absolutely fantastic.

i feel really sad that this is probably the only time i will ever see the original mischief cast in…anything, since i don’t live in europe. i also feel really lucky that i got to see the original mischief cast!!! it was amazing! i was smiling the entire time! i kept having moments of “oh god this is really happening”

i tried to get my program signed but i was too far back in the crowd. Sad! but i did see chris leask, henry shields, greg tannahill, and matthew cavendish.

overheard at the stage door: a child asking his mother, “which is the guy whose pants fell down?” chris leask and greg tannahill were out. both of them had a pants incident. brilliant show 10/10 now THIS is theatre

harry kershaw as francis. you are my white whale. you know what they say you know what they say…put your trousers in the cabinet </3

i got this t shirt. i will treasure it forever and always.

[ghost-proofbaby]

hi it's 🎸 anon i just got back from hanging out with the guy!! He loved the hat and the guitar i got a hug ☺️ and we were hanging out in his dining room building my Lego set (I got this flower bouquet set and let me tell you driving it home was NOT FUN) and his mom was chatting with us for a while. But we got into the legos and we were sitting with our legs touching the whole time and I am aware this is very innocent but it made me very soft inside. Any time one of us moved away or got up we would go right back to it and it wasn't just me initiating it. He kept making jokes about stuff id say about the Legos like I said I can't get it in and he just giggled at me and I was like 🙄 or I said now it's too small and he was like you said it I didn't 🙄 and I discovered I do not mind inappropriate jokes if it is coming from a cute boy and not my weirdo coworker. And he kept looking over at me and watching me while we were building the Legos it kept making me blush. Once we finished building it (and his mom gave me a cup to put them in. His parents are really nice they've both given me things like his dad gave me yarn they randomly had?) we went to his room and he played his guitar for a while and I was very brave about it and didn't melt into the floor. And his dad came in and this is when he gave me yarn and the guy seemed very ticked off that his dad came in while I was there it was kinda cute. Oh and he made me tell his mom about the coworker and she was rightly appalled. but then we went back out after that and his parents were arguing about dinner like hardcore arguing and it was very awkward for 🎸 anon bc the guy was having trouble with his ear I guess he had surgery when he was younger and it like acts up sometimes so he wasn't hearing very well so I don't even think he heard much of the arguing but i didn't know what to do with myself so when he went out to try to befriend cinnamon (this stray cat they're trying to tame) I ran out after him like SAVE ME IM AWKWARD and we sat out there for a while making friends with the cat. And we came back in and his parents were still arguing and his mom just went to bed and I was like 🫠🫠🫠 But anyway we hung out with cinnamon more and I threw cat treats at him 😂 and then he went into their garage and he laser engraved me a keychain with a cat on it and he kept bumping into me on purpose. But I stayed a little longer and then when I left he walked me to my car and I was telling him I think he needed to go up and down the mountain to pop his ear maybe cause that finally fixed my ear from the plane and then I blurted out and you can visit me! and he was like oh I see what you're doing and I was like what ☺️ I'm not doing anything and he was like maybe and I said okay and he said possibly and I said I'll take it and he said maybe possibly probably and I said I'll take that 😂 and then he hugged me and he was like thanks for hanging out and I said thanks for helping me with the Legos and I went to let go and he DIDNT and he grabbed me closer and I literally think he was trying to pick me up or something cause I stumbled and like fell into him and we like stared at each other for a second and I got into my car and he was like okay tell me when you get home and I said okay and I really wanted him to kiss me and im debating on texting him that 🤔

JUST READ ALL THIS AND IM YEARNING BUT I MUST SOLDIER ON TO THE NEXT UPDATE FUCK NONNIE.

also yeah it’s innocent but sometimes those are the things that just get you, you know? like. the innocence punches you in the gut. it’s the same feeling as realizing you’ve found someone you want by your side no matter how mundane that life may be. see the quote, “in another life, i would have really enjoyed doing taxes with you” (i believe that’s how the quote goes aaaa)

[noro-noro-noro]

i fell asleep early & woke up several times., so i had several dreams!

1. teleported to georgia. 2. trying to catch the state fair....2! 3. following someone around at a really confusing convention 4. someone from the past pops up in my snapchat dms while i’m trying to make a stinky wordsearch 5. vaguely fantasy setting with a hero party that has ulterior motives. im 14 though so it’s all lost on me

dream 1: i got teleported to a highway in georgia with some small child that i needed to look after. i was hoping if we walked enough we could find an exit & a motel or something with a restaurant, since i didn’t know how i got here, i didn’t have my car, & i was lucky enough to have my wallet. we kept walking, but it was getting dark & there was no exit in sight, so i thought about going into the fake little line of trees they have on iether side of the road & making a little shelter for the night in case it rained, which seemed likely.

dream 2: we were now in kentucky, though if i looked at google maps it showed we were in alabama. we were here bc my siste rwanted to go to the state fair & the one in my state was already over but if was still ongoing in alabama-kentucky. my dad was also there

dream 3: visiting someome from the internet in some giant gothic hallway that had those really tall but really narrow pointed windows. it was confusing. i didn’t understand what was going on at all -  a lot of people were there doing their thing at the con, and i was trying to follow along without getting lost. there was some perfume sample table that i got curious about, and the perfume was like a paste or something that you would push into something like a large hollow dog treat. i like flavor [7], which i forgot, & [8] gilded lily. the guy at the perfume table was unnecessarily mean to everyone though. 

dream 4: my sister & i were making like some kind of “the worst smell ever” bingo/word search, & i had a picture of it on my snapchat story before i left to bike to work. this is already unrealistic bc i never learned to ride a bike. anyway i saw i got a message on snap from this dude adam w that was friends with my ex, & but when i opened snapchat joey was still on there & i was still in the gc. he’d dyed his hair like a light purple color judging from his bitmoji. i wasted a few minutes trying to imagine what it looked like before going “fuck this actually” & blocking him again. adam w offered another stink idea for the wordsearch, which was fine, but then he was like “joey says you should forgive him & oflden by now” & i was like LOL fuck no & blocked him too. then i was too distracted by all that & missed my turn or whatever, so i went to turn around & some lady called me up to the front of the neighborhood sign & was like “What are you doing” & i was like um...turning around..........& she was like alright. god bless ya. 

dream 5: there was more before the start, but i only remember the classic hero party - ssome dude, a short girl engineer/artificer with big ol glasses, a woman who looked like belle disney princess complete with a yellow dress and reddish brown hair, & the dude’s kid brother who was like 14. we were dumped unceremoniously from our losing battle into some new area that looked like it used to be some kind of luxurious lobby, but was now used to hold several blindfolded & chained up orc prisonors with open wounds down to the bone. they heard us fall in & turned  their heads to us. we heard a rumbling sound & all stood completely still & a bunch of goblins came out of holes in the wall. imagine if goblins were 4 inches tall and swarmed like ffire ants. they wouldn’t aggro towards us unless we killed one of them or made a sound so we just had to be quiet while they ate one of the orcs alive. 

anyway while the goblins were distracted & despite what we’d just communicated, the stupid hero tried to get away anyway & stepped on a goblin. all hell broke loose immediately. it became a chaos of every man for himself. the princess like woman made it outside & she was the healer, or at least had some healing powers, and she also wasn’t stupid so she jumped in the creek to wash the goblins off.at this point i realized this was alll happening at my mom’s house again. the hero made it outside screaming and flinging goblins off him, & i went from being the omniscient 3rd person view narrator to the hero’s 14 year old brother. i sat down on a plastic chair outside & watched. my brother was a bit conceited. the engineer woman was still inside but she was fine. she’s always fine in these situations. she has a gadget for everything. and the hero was a bit stupid anyway - the lady with a yellow dress was the real party leader, & they just kept the other guy around for kicks. i learned all this from sitting inside the brother’s brain.

true for the point, the healer let the goblins start eating the hero’s face off before casting like a thorns spell that just impaled aall of them as they came for him & grew his skin and facial features back as he cried and thrashed around. once he was okay, she knocoked him out gently & let him lie in the grass next to the creek & went back in to save the orcs. i went in too to explore! i saved one of the goblins from the yellow dress woman’s sight bc she was trying to cleanse the entire house, & it was so grateful to me that it told me about the [???word i forgot???] that had ordered it to do such a thing. something something the cattywumpus, or something like that. 

at that point i used some meta-game knowledge & realized this was just like the plot of a book i read ages ago! it is unknown if this book is real or not. i think it’s like the genderbent plot of the septimus heap series but with modifications. anyway there was a witch who kept the missing younger princess (but true heir since the old queen was a mage that had given birth to our yellow-dress woman & the people didn’t want a magic user in a position of power, so when the king remarried the new princess would be the heir, but then she disappeared). anyway the missing princess was kept in a secret upper level to a castle that looked like it had already been fully searched & ransacked. 

but i remembered there was a secret - hold a door all the way open for 20 seconds & a very very very narrow passage, perfect if you were a goblin that wa 4 inches tall but it took some squeezing into to at least get my head there, opened up in My Actual Real Life Room. first i called for one of the other members of rhe party, but when they didn’t respond i put my head in there & shouoted hello? “hello?” said some girl’s voice back. “is it you again, miss (name of the witch)?” & she sounded afraid. i said “no, come down here! i just found this door on accident!” & she was like “i’m not supposed to..to talk to strangers.” & i said “do you want to live here forever?” 

she came down. she had reddish brown hair and a yellow outfit and looked around my age. (14 in the dream). we chatted & we got along really well & i was really excited that she was going to be rrescued! & she was excited to go see the world, since the witch wouldn’t let her leave! but then the engineer woman’s voice came odwn the hallway like “where are you?” & she sounded really ominous, so we were going to hide, but the yellow dress woman came into the room & saw us both there & closed the door. i was really excited about my new friend, but the yellow dress woman crouched down & grabbed the other girl & started asking her a bunch of serious questions with the implied threat of “and if you answer something i don’t like, i’m going to open the door & let the engineer vaporize you.”

then i woke up

[xxcrumbxx]

Story time about my encounters in my old town .

That reminded me,my town is weird as shit but you wouldn't expect it from the vintige looking down town area . But when you get to the back roads train tracks and main river, shit gets odd . I live supper close to where the boys on the tracks case takes place ( wendigoon covered it well )

But I've had an encounter with what I can only assume is a "glemner man " or something along those lines a confirmed 3 times .

1. The first time I was hanging out with friends walking in the woods at dusk and just talking.2 where in front and 1 was behind /beside me .the one behind me runs past me and I see his silhouette run into the busses and I figure he's going to try and scare me ,so I walk up to the bushes and say " haha nice try I saw you you aren't gonna get me this time " ( he's a tall skinny guy so he likes to hide behind stuff and pop out bc his fram makes it easy ) and I hear a weird noise come from the bush and as I got closer my chest felt odd like idk but I got a supper panicky feeling and to my horror i hear him ask what i was doing and i look over and he's with the others . So obviously what ever is in the bush isn't him so ofc I apologize to what I decided was a scared opossum and go join the rest of the group ofc I don't tell them what I saw and we leave no problem .

2. Me and my friend got into a little argument on the way to a local access to are state river , so I got out by myself as my friend chilled out in the car.I walked into an area not too far from them to calm down . As I was walking I keepd feeling an odd vibe and like I was being watched so I looked around for my friend but they weren't there yet so I keepd going, I felt guided to walk this weird round about way threw the brush and keep feeling like I was being told not to look in a certain direction,so I listened and walked the weird way over a dirt mound and around thorns till I got to a trail access that I didn't know was there so I waited for my friend.

The crickets got really loud then stopped all together and that's when I saw it for the first time clearly , it was originally standing peeking at me from a tree then it got on all 4rs and started to walk but it's limbs got longer in shorter instead of like .. idk walking how a dog duse it's limbs where thin and it's hole body was pail but kinda see threw ,as it walked it's upper body swung back and forth like a cat with wobbly syndrome swings it's head side to side . I finally heard my friend coming and I just remember thinking "oh God not now worst time absolute worst " and then the thing hearing my friend stood up then faced me and started mimicking my posture like how my shoulders where angled and I felt what ever made me walk that weird way "guide" me again and it just said/ gave the directions to " do not be afraid ,stand up stand up and in your power " (which made no sense to me but i did anyway bc following the orders worked the first time bc if i keeped going the way I was I would of crossed paths / bumped in to that thing ) and as I did the thing jerked it's body then looked over at my friend ( it was staring at me up till this point) and I saw a dark spot appear as it moved it's head up in a weird exaggerated way of talking ,I didn't hear anything but my friend replied calling out my name questioningly and started to walk toward it . I was scared to talk but thankfully he pulled out his flash light and wiggled it around so I did the same and we finally met up . He asked how I got where i was so fast and told me how creepy I looked standing in the dark. I laughed it off and we kept walking I herd something following and my friend kept getting more and more paranoid ,we held hands and I got out my knife ( idk if I could even hurt it but it made us feel a little better just to have it ready ) when the car was in sight he asked me why I only called for him once and why was I avoiding him , I told him my side and as we kept going we heard something from the bushes it sounded like a raspy whispering thing, I reminded him not to run and as we walked by I jokingly said "if you're nice and show you're self maybe I'll come back with a bowl to share ( talking about weed ) I didn't hear anything after that and we left freaked out and curious. My friend just keeps asking why it thought he was a easy target and I had nothing to say that it was just nerve-racking

Tho I just connected the dots on something .the noise sounded a lot like when I herd something hiding in the bushes the first time

CW mentions of animal corpses found in the woods

Okay so I didn't encounter it again for awhile and me and the same friend went to another access where stuff like abandoned rusted heavily damaged cars and children toys are found there all the time we don't know why or how most the things got there but we grew up in this town so we went on those trails a lot and dint question it or mostly wrote it off as bumping tho the car looked like it had been on fire at some point but it wasn't are business and we never saw anyone actively dumping stuff so we couldn't do much . But this time it was different weird thing 1 there was a strong smell of rot stronger then usual .normally you can see big cat fish rotting in the middle of trails which is weird but easy to ignore tho this time there was a back half of a deer ,it was almost perfectly torn down the middle and was in a ditch beside the river past the trees . We continued with walking and found a cool tree house and cave we haven't seen before so that was neat :)) we left and came back a few weeks later we went walking there again bc it's like one of the only good trail systems in town and not Minny ppl go there so it seemed perfect. this time we find what I can only describe as a puddle of dog under the train bridge It had no bones and most the flesh was melted or eaten so it was just a sack of skin ,it smelt akwfully and I can only hope the poor thing didn't suffer . The last time we went there was just a chicken thankfully alive but it was just there on the trail by itself It wasn't scared of us or anything but it was still weird but that one has a normal good explanation that it got out of someone's yard or something idk but still weird vibes all around.

3. Okay so sometimes I get very strong urges to go to the woods but the easiest one to get to is the pond ( where encounter 2 happened stupid to go back ik but it's a very hard to resist urge) so I packed up my sketch book and some art supplies and started walking at 3am I got there like 3:40 sat down leaning on a tree (thankfully no one was night fishing so I had the place all to myself bc I avoid ppl like the plug and would have to leave other wise) and started to draw with my phone flashlight being the only scores of light bc there are no street lights . After awhile I got those feeling I was being watched and my stomach started to sink as I herd leaves crunch behind me but ik I can't freek out or run bc I don't wanna look like pray or scare a curious racoon opossum or armadillo ,those where the options I added to comfort my self .I knew the foot steps where to heavy and spread out to be anything other then humanoid and I knew for a fact no one else was there bc it's down a one way grave rode with factories on either side so car sounds get amplified and ppl often miss the turn think it's privet property,don't see it and simply don't just go there at 3 in the morning ( or at least mots ppl don't )

So I hear the thing coming up behind me I knew but hated that it had to be what I saw and what tried to lure my friend and probably was eating the half of the deer and hopefully the dog ( this hole area is connected by trailss only split by rivers and streams so animals can eat salt travel to any river access) . So there I am alone with an unknown thing just behind me and the only thing separating us is a thin tree trunk that I could fully wrap my arms around and tutch my hands together , I tried not to panic and hoped it's just curious and it will turn away and descent come closer but ofc the foot steps get closer and closer now it's on the other side of this thin fucking tree. I hear and kinda feel it moved to look over my shoulder ,thankfully my hair was in my face so I didn't have to see more then a blurry shape but I was still so fucking scared. I just keep drawing and it stayed there to idk watch me draw it stayed there for what felt like forever it was so fucking close i could feel how cold it was ,it never touched me and eventually backed up but I was crying a little bc I had to stay sitting there as this thing fucking watches me and i could not do ANYTHiNG ,I just had to pretend i didn't know it was there. I respond that if I looked at it freaked out or did anything that would show I knew it was there my close would be the next found . eventually thankfully it left so I got up awhile after so it still kinda seemed like I wasn't leaving bc of it to keep the facade.I had no idea what to do like I was doing everything I could to not breath differently and to keep my heart at least someone not racing . Eventchuly I felt "safe"enughf to get my things and head to the grave road.As I was walking I thought it was over, till I herd gravel crunching out of tune with my foot steps so to double check it wasn't just an eco I stepped in a puddle there was no splash but mine so no to it being an eco. I keep walking knowing it's following me now but I still keep telling my self it wasn't following me and im just still shook up from what ever happened at that tree to keep my self calm enough to keep going but ofc that little bit of paranoid hope was taken when I hear it step in a puddle behind me witch spiked my anxiety threw the roof bc well the horrors are literally fallowing me and it takes a solid minit for u to get to the rode so i had to not run and just keep pretending that this is totally fine and that I'm totally not shaking thankfully it stoped following when i got to the yellow gate . Lol

Oh also as soon as I left my phone started going off with notifications and my friend was calling me for the 3rd time in a row ,I answered and he was supper worried and asked if I was okay and stuff bc I didn't respond for AN HOUR which is supper unlike me bc I always text back especially when he's on brake ( he worked night shifts ) but this part freaks me out bc my phone didn't go off or show time change till i left the gate I just hope the factory block phone reception but the time thing is just weird !!??

Weird facts about the pond where encounters 2 and 3 take place

1 there's ALWAYS taterd old clothes there,one time I even saw a shew with a trail of downed grass going from the show in to the woods looked fresh bc grass usually re stands after a miner or two but this was still heavily compressed .

2 witch makes me think this use to be a homeless camp but there where 3 mattresses in the woods but that what ever .

3 smashed ond computer hard drives. I'm talking old school for square computers ,there where 5 that I found and also old school work paper backs books from 2006 that had been there so long it became part of the ground and had plants growing out of it but like why didn't the paper disintegrate like normal we get a shit tone of storms hear that would absolutely melt that paper .

Anyway a lot of other physical oddities that I only found bc me and my friend decided to go out and pick up litter from the area .

Also ironically omw to to pond in the 3rd encounter as I was approaching I was listening ( out loud bc I didn't have ear buds ) to will wood and the tapeworms cotards salutations which the main coris sings " I wanna make my murder look like a suicide" which is a detail I find funny

Oh also also I think it fallowed me back to my friend house bc for weeks whale they where at work I would hear knocking on the walls and like she house shuddering like a wind storm even tho it was on clear nights ik I'm not the only one who hard it either bc the cats freaked out and practically begged to leave the room ( dw I always let them out of lol) I also herd something tapping on there shead in the back yard ,whistling and something big climbing on to the roof so ... Coolio that happened for maybe 2 minutes every other night but stopped abruptly I guess it figured out it can't get in like that any way lately one of the cats below at the floor and scratch and I hear something under the house or on the roof time to time but im just telling my self its an armadillo under the floor and a FATt racoon on the roof . Anyway that's about it lol thanks for reading if you finished and have a lovely day,night,evening,year,life lol

[tiamathh]

it's miel hello how are you doing ? <33 congrats on finishing your internship! 🥳

what are your plans for the weekend ?

btw remember when we were talking about dreams and dream books ? well I had the weirdest dream I can remember 🤣

I dreamed that I was in a house that wasn't mine ( the current house I live in I mean ) and found a tarot deck amd tge first card I saw was 1 of cups. I tried to shuffle the cards and the cards that jumped were the magician, the chariot and I think king of pentacles (??) I tried to find what the mean and the biggest mistake I did was using a phone in my dream 😭😭😭😭 it got ugly not a nightmare but it was unpleasant 😭😭

anyway i tried to Google what meant dreaming of tarot cards and I got a Reddit post saying it might be my subconscious trying to communicate with me (?)

anyway anyway that's all lool I had more dreams but the message is long af 😭😭😭

have a great day and weekend Uki take careee:D 💗💗

HI SWEETU I'm gooddd I have some video editing work which I Don't wanna do but I might as well do it lol and readings and a PAC is planned I just wanna like get the game over bc I've dragged it too long for which I'm sorry fr 😭

And oml?? That's straight up a message aop, magician, chariot and kop are AMAZING cards the message could be that you're like entering a time of financial abundance because you will start either a new job or a new journey where you'll feel more secure, and this will reflect in everything you do with the magician having everything you want like all the resources you could need to make the life you want for yourself, and you will succeed with the chariot! It's literally a symbol of success and victory! And kop usually represents stability and financial abundance and if that's what you're looking for you're golden +++ i also think it's maybe talking about an older man entering your life who could give you a hand with work/business. But this is an AMAZING message your subconscious wants you to be more firm and in control of your conscious thoughts and know how powerful you are that's so cool oml dkkfkrkf

Also I had such a weird dream last night I don't remember much of it but I have sleeping w someone and it kept switching bw my bfs face and like a guys face from long ago like I knew him long ago and . Idk he keeps popping up in my dreams and I HATE IT IDEK WHY PLS HELP SOMEONE 😭😭🙏🏾🙏🏾 I DONT ACTIVELY THINK ABT HIM I PROMISE HE JUST POPS UP RANDOMLY especially when I'm back home

Anyways I hope you're taking care love muah 🩷🩷🩷 have the BEST weekenddd

[nathank77]

5/19/24

10:18 p.m Edited/Added to

So I matched with a girl on okcupid and I might just settle. I mean she has cats though it won't work out anyways. Everyone has cats.

I still have feelings for her. When I was with my mother I kept thinking about her and idk why. I kept thinking she's going to be here one day. It was like feeling her in the room with me but that's delusional right? Yea it is.

Sometimes I think she's holding back talking to me bc when she does she wants to spill everything out instead of, "starting fresh." I want to start fresh and just be like, "Hi' but that's because if she ever shows up I expect friendship and I don't want any weirdness between me and her and to make it awkward. If it was to be more than that I would understand why she won't talk to me.

Sometimes I think she's going to be here one day. The capacity is the question for me. If I knew without a doubt that she was in love with me too and when she showed up that we could be together like be friends and build into something I wouldn't even be on these sites. In my heart I know that if her husband isn't her guy, if she isn't happy, she's my soulmate.

I need her to show up. I can't wait forever. My 2 years on T video is popping and sometimes I think maybe she's trying to tell me in 2 years we can connect but my watch time says otherwise and beyond that it's delusional.

I just wish she would show up for me. Sometime I worry that she thinks I am crazy and I can't blame her if she doesn't look at me fondly anymore I can't blame her if she thinks I am obsessive over her despite the fact that I know I am not.

If I found a girl on okcupid and we started talking and I was attracted to her and we got along, I would move on. I would fall in love with her. the problem is no one has touched my soul the way she did.

I am not attracted to anyone. I try to be but I just am not. I see her and I think she's the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I look into her eyes and I see my future. I see my soulmate I see a depth that is indescribable. And then I try to turn that off and I can't. Even if it's just friendship I still see something in her eyes, something very deep and I want her in my life.

I remember that dream I had of her where she said she wasn't leaving him bc of money and although I know she would have to save up to be a single mother. I just don't see any signs she's leaving him and I want to let go and stop writing about her but I truly cannot until we either become friends or more or until I find someone else.

She can't be replaced but I need to meet someone else to move on or talk to her and meet her as a friend and just accept she's happy which I can do with ease. If she changed her picture back to her and him it wouldn't even affect me, why? Cause although I want nothing more than to be with her, I want her to be happy more than that.

[tyonfs]

okay my updates r gonna have to be split in like chronological order bc this is just too much for one ANYWAYS. let’s start with new york.

so as we know i used to live in new york and i have a couple childhood friends who live there. my one friend who’s a girl we were inseparable and at first i was scared to meet her when we went but oh boy do i DESPISE HER. she’s such a pick me and she likes to act so fucking different. her humor is like 2020 AND SHE DRESSES LIKE IT TOO.

one thing about me is i’m a family girl and for some reason my mom was like oh let’s take to the cemetery with us to see your grandparents and i’m like??? anyways when we went and we were there praying i noticed she kept looking around and trying not to laugh and my mom sent me and her to the car she literally was like why r u so serious they’ve been dead 12 years like wow! just wow!

enough of that girl i’m already getting mad.

let’s talk about the one who’s a boy… oh boy. his name is arsal and oh my god when i saw him in new jersey it’s like i swept off my feet back to when we were kids. when i first got to his house he didn’t say much besides hi and how are you and when our parents forced to go on that walk oh my god. alice i swear i can count to you everytime he looked down at me as i talked and everytime our hands brushed and flinched away. we caught up with school and our lives.

then he said what i was so scared of hearing. he talked about the time we were kids and he had the fattest crush on me and the way he looked at me was like i was the only girl in the entire world. after said incident as i left his house his instagram popped up on my thing and i followed him. HE FOLLOWED RIGHR BACK.

after this we saw each other in the city when our families planned to get together. we went on a ferry ride and i got seasick but so did he and everyone was doting on him but he was like “but she’s sick too!” and while we walked he deliberately stopped WAITED FOR ME then started walking with me and matching my steps. and when we were gonna go on the double decker buses he wanted to sit next to me but i was sitting with that horrible terrible friend and he was like oh no biggie and sat across from us and i could feel his eyes burning into my head all the time like the view was gorgeous and he was looking only at me.

and you’ll never guess it. right as i land back in texas all this energy just stops. from 100 - 0. the little times we talked in dms was just so dry and terrible and it doesn’t make sense to me so honestly i’ve just stopped trying. i haven’t texted him in over a month so i’d say that’s going okay.

and briefly let’s talk about cam bc ohhhhhhhh man. basically he transferred schools bc he got capped at ut and so he moved to austin which doesn’t bother me bc after new york i was like i rlly don’t wanna commit to him but we talk from time to time and recently we talked on ft and oh my god it was bad. i was complaining abt classes and stuff as one does and he literally says “yeah.. ur so beautiful i wanna kiss u rn” DAWGGGGG 😭😭😭😭😭 i hate guys like that so bad like that was just my breaking point and i haven’t talked to him since.

but in the next update i’ll talk about school and stuff bc ohbmy god so much is going on.

i know some of ur followers r probs like who is this insane chick with an insane life liek trust me i hate it too. - 🎀

seated for the lore ☕️

oh no i am not liking this girl already :// who says that about someone's grandparents at a GRAVEYARD?? 😭 that's so messed up, im so sorry she said that love :(

OHHH THATS A CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS WAITING TO HAPPEN 🤭🤭 and he admitted he liked you as a kid so??? feel like that entails that he would be interested in something happening in the future 🤭 but why is the friend cockblocking im so 🫥

BUT NOOOO WHAT :( he didn't reciprocate the energy after you moved back ?? that's .. if he's still ghosting i feel like i wouldn't want to waste any more energy on him 😪 some guys are soo..... also cam??? ew why does he sound so shallow there 😭 listen to a girl when she wants to rant !!! but as you should 🤝

HAHAHA dw im sure they're nodding along with the responses 🫂

[princessjules510]

Okay so no one sought out my desperation in my last post but that’s fine. I’ll reblog it after this so you guys (nonexistent people) can catch up but the gist is that my bsf of five years hasn’t been very communicative w me abt making plans but she’s able to make plans w this other person who I’ve expressed my dislike to her. Anyways A LOT HAPPENED SO BUCKLE UP.

So over the summer we have texted periodically and she texted me one night saying she had to tell me something. I had been asleep so when I read the message in the morning I was freaking out cause I was like omg this is the most I’ve gotten out of her. For once she’s texting me first. So ofc I start spamming her, wondering what it is. And she texts later saying she’s in a relationship. I am in shock. This is the last thing I would expect for her to say. Idk I guess it’s just surreal when you both complain abt how you want partners and then once one of you has one it’s like… hello? The complaints were a joke??

But anyways, I’m like omg who is it, have you kissed yet, what was the first date like, HAVE YOU DONE THE DEED?? She didn’t answer any of those questions and just laughed. But ig I didn’t care abt those answers bc she tells me THAT I KNOW THEM. So I’m confused cause we’ve talked abt how much we hate everyone at school (I’m still in high school) and that we would never date anyone there. As I’m thinking, one moment pops into my head. The person that I don’t like jokingly but not really admitted to having feelings for my friend, so I was like no. Like, it can’t be.

So I’m like, “is it ___?” And she starts laughing, avoiding the question. And I know I have my answer. Now I’m in even more shock cause what???? Like you never expressed any kind of romantic feelings towards them. What is going on. Did fucking he’ll freeze over? So now I’m a little pissed cause like, out of every person at school? Them? Really? And I’ll admit I was kind of a dick. I only responded w “ok” and left it at that. But the next day I apologized and told her I was happy for her and that she was in a relationship now cause what the fuck. Life isn’t real atm.

So after all of that a couple weeks later I wanted to be able to hangout w her before school started. I asked her if she was free that weekend and she said yes. I told her a DATE AND TIME and she CONFIRMED SHE WAS AVAILABLE. Of-fucking-course the day of she’s like “oh I forgot to tell you that my dad wants to take me to Worlds of Fun tonight” and I was like oh okay that’s fine cause night isn’t until like 8 so we have plenty of time. And she was like “oh not night sorry I meant around 2 or 3.” 2 OR 3?? GIRL WHAT. HOW DO YOU THINK OF 2 IN THE AFTERNOON AND SAY “oh that’s night definitely.” Like sis… look outside.

SO LIKE A GOOD FUCKING FRIEND I WORK AROUND IT. I was like “that’s fine you can come over early like 11.” AND THE BITCH SAYS “my dad wants to make me breakfast in the morning.”

…

What. The. Fuck.

Breakfast. In the morning.

IS THIS YOIR DADS LAST DAY ALIVE OR SOMETHING? DOES HE NOT KNOW THAT HE COULD LITERALLY MAKE BREAKFAST THE NEXT MORNING OR HELL AT A DIFFERENT TIME IN THE DAY??? IVE HAD BREAKFAST FOR DINNER AND LET ME TELL YOU THERES NO DIFFERENT FEELING. Oh my god just relaying the info is making me livid.

I forgot to mention that the day before I was hanging out w another friend who’s also friends w my bsf. And she was talking abt how she kept texting her if she was free and how my bsf said she’ll “check her schedule” and then she never responds. Ig I should be grateful that she’s even telling me that she isn’t available rather than just ghosting me. Anyways, my other friend was also talking to me abt how she sees my bsf and the person I don’t like hanging out on their BeReal’s.

That set me off.

I was like how the fuck are you gonna say to me that you can’t hangout when YOU ARE HANGING OUT W A PERSON I DONT LIKE? And I understand. You want to be as close to your partner as you can be. You just got together. You’re being all lovey dovey. I would prob do the same thing too. But it’s the fact that she’s able to make time for THEM BUT NOT ME. And after she texted me abt how she couldn’t hangout THE DAY OF, she was talking abt how she’s trying to make things work and shit. Like after everything you got away w, I don’t believe anything you’re saying.

Me and my mom are like besties. So obviously she knows everything and she was like “you need to talk to her face to face” cause my mom caught me crying abt the situation. I was just excited to finally see her and then she pulls this shit, ofc I’m gonna be upset. Plus I was on my period so that didn’t help. But I was like you’re right and so I wrote some talking points down (if you haven’t done that before a confrontation or serious talk I recommend bc it’s very helpful) and texted her that we needed to talk. And she was like abt what and I was like our friendship and then she was like r we good and I was abt to say no we aren’t fucking good but I didn’t and said yeah.

So we were supposed to have dinner after practice (we’re both on the tennis team and GUESS WHO GOT ME TO PLAY: FUCKING HER) TODAY and I hadn’t heard anything from her so I asked before practice started if we were still going to dinner and she was like I couldn’t take off work. So that ruined my day and I literally did not want to look at her, speak to her, nothing.

Now, idk what to do. Because if I try to find another day where she’s free it’s just gonna drag it out longer to the point where it won’t even matter anymore. Part of me wants her to know how she’s made me feel. She really hurt my feelings on Saturday and I want her to know that. But at the same time, I’ve tried reaching out and trying to fix things, but she just won’t meet me halfway. I’m thinking that maybe she should be demoted to friend at school. I’m done wasting my time trying to hangout when I could be hanging out w other friends who are MORE THAN HAPPY to do stuff w me.

Lmk your guys’ thoughts cause I would like more input :)

[ilovejustebelmont]

genya shinazuwaga crush hcs

warnings: corny

pronouns: none

the first time genya ever saw you was at the butterfly estate one evening. You, tanjiro, zenitsu, and inosuke had returned from a mission and inosuke and zenitsu were fighting about something probably stupid, while tanjiro tried desperately to break them apart.

Anyways you were too tired to pay any attention to inosuke and zenitsu and focused your attention to the moving clouds above. genya, who had also just returned from a mission to see the yellow boy and boar head fighting. he noticed you standing apart from them staring at the clouds moving above.

he thought you were adorable

Like a cute little baby bunny?,!,?:7:82$:

he could NOT stop thinking of you after that. your cute face would always pop up in his mind.

Eventually, you guys came into acquaintance and knew each other (less than barely bc he was like super shy)

you were kinda upset that you weren’t able to know him more because he was quiet but you did your best, always striking up a conversation full of questions, constantly trying to make him comfortable.

soon enough genya did start to open up to you and saw you as his good friend. you guys occasionally met with each other and talked.

sometimes he would see things that he thought was interesting, like weird shaped rocks or pretty flowers and he would give it to you

you didn’t think much of it but always kept those items safely in a box

eventually genya started to realize he had a huge crush on you but he got kinda scared:(( bc he was afraid of your rejection or maybe the judgement of others if they found out he liked you and he kinda went quiet after that, which made you very upset bc you couldn’t understand why.

“genya? why aren’t you talking anymore?” you tugged on his sleeve.

he was about to die of the adorableness on your face (but also the guilt of not being able to talk to you poor boy)

“Genya??” you whined trying to look him in the eye, with him trying to avoid yours.

Him ignoring you made you more upset and you let go of your sleeve to pout. “hmph.” you almost turned to leave when you felt his hand grab your waist and pull you into a hug.

You were kinda startled and just stood there for a moment.

He pulled back to ((try)) to look you in the eye but he was blushing so hard. “I-I like you!” He blurted out before shutting his eyes in embarrassment

“Huh? Of course I know you like me.” you said staring at him and tilting your head in confusion

He opened his eyes, also confused. “You know I like you?” He asked

“Yeah! You’re my friend, aren’t you?”

“Wait! No I meant I like like you…” he mumbled.

“like like?” you questioned, before the realization hit you.

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Oh!” you squeaked. “Uhm…oh…I like you too.” you said back.

He probably fainted right then and there

[polyghostfacehours]

don't mind me just thinking of playing seven minutes in heaven with Stu and Billy at Stu’s party 😳

[ABANDONED WIP]

A bunch of people liked the post I made asking if anyone was interested in me posting this so here it is. I hate the way I wrote this sooo much lmao.

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Haha, holy fuck call me bill and ted's left tit bc boy does this scenario take me back to my Quizilla days. Anyone remember that site? And how many Seven Minutes in Heaven/Spin the Bottle fics were there lol?

Anyways, have some short drabbles. (another old ass ask I got the inspo for finally)

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Seven Minutes - Billy x GN!Reader, Stu x GN!Reader

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"Look. Remember when I covered for you when you rented out the works and was out a few bucks? Children of the Corn? Prince of Darkness? Ring a bell?"

Your eyes roll as you tilt your solo cup against your lips and take a sip. You were pretty sure it was only, like, a dollar that you were short of that day but you humor Randy anyway.

"Fine. Fiiiiine. You've done it Ray. I'm worn down." You snark "I'll sit there, but I'm not playing. I'm not risking locking lips with with some mono-infested skater."

Randy's grin doesn't leave his face as you make your way to the room everyone was gathering in, and you can't help but smile to yourself as well. You knew Randy was practically vibrating at the thought of possibly getting Sidney and vice versa.

You scan the living room. Garish yellowed wallpaper peeled at the edges of the walls, and to you observe as Randy shoves himself onto the couch next to Tatum and Stu. You shake your head and chuckle internally with a smirk, how Randy managed to worm his way into the hearts of a group of the most popular people in school you never knew. He waves you over, and both blondes turn to look at you as you approach.

"Heeeeey, Y/N! How goes it?" Stu speaks up, his arm loosely around Tatum, who gives you a wave with her fingers before chiming in "You getting dragged into this too?"

You give a short laugh before nodding. You weren't close to Randy's friends, but you shared some classes with them and ran into them at parties like this. They were nice and fun people as far as you knew, especially Sidney, and you gelled with them. Randy had insisted on you getting better acquainted with them, but the stars just hadn't aligned yet; Between your own friends, school obligations, hobbies, and work you kept missing or having to turn down opportunities to do so.

"Yup." You pop the 'p'. "You know how Randall can get. Like a mother-in-law but without the hot son to marry." You stick your tongue out playfully at Randy, who flips you off. "But I'm but an observer. Continue on."

"Aw what? You're not playing?" Stu groans before a raspberry leaves his lips and he give you a thumbs down. "Booooring."

You raise your eyebrows. "And you two are? I could be out of the loop, but aren't you two a thing?"

Stu gives a toothy, smug grin as Tatum blushes before observing her manicure with a cool look. The arm around her grips her shoulder and gives a gentle shake, making her roll her eyes with a small, but coy smirk.

"Maybe? Who knows. Let me ask this vixen next week." Tatum gives him a light slap before giving a lopsided smirk your way. "We're feeling each other out."

"Yeah we are!" Stu's tongue lolls out, and this time Tatum elbows him. You wiggle your eyebrows playfully at the duo, and Stu delightfully returns the gesture with another guffaw. They would be cute together. It was a shame, since you had always thought Stu was cute as well.

"Alright! Listen up! Tonight's the night some of you losers are finally getting some action!" Some guy you recognize as a member of the football team stands on a chair before going over the rules of the game to the whooping and cheering audience. Couches and chairs are moved and the coffee table is shoved to a corner. Before long people are seated on the ground or the seating, and you move back a little behind Randy's group, now joined by Sidney and Billy.

The game commences, and you chat idly with the other non-players before realizing how parched you felt. Heading to the kitchen, you grab a water bottle out of the fridge, smiling at the hooting and hollering of your peers at whatever couple had just come out. You vaguely not someone's name being called out before making your way back into the kitchen. Water. Delicious, hydrating water. Now that it was in your hand you realized just how thirsty you were, and you stop at the threshold of the living room to open the bottle and take a swig.

Go In With Stu:

"Alriiiiight Stu! You got Y/N! Nice, man!"

Your eyes shoot up, your arm frozen in place against your lips from wiping your chin of water.

"...What?"

A whoop diverts you attention to the noise, and you see Stu leap over the back of the couch he was on to make his way to you.

"Uh, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! I'm not a player." You say as Stu casually swing his arm around you.

"You are now, baby." Your eye twitches at that, and you move to shake off his arm. Stu's eyes light up gleefully at your annoyed expression, and he tugs on your arm to steer you towards the closet. Your protests die as you eye the rest of the crowd, namely Tatum, who's smirk is decidedly not passive-aggressive.