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alsjeblieft-zeg · 1 year

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316 of 2023

Unique Words and Uniquely Spelled Words [True or False]

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You've purchased something from a mall kiosk. You like the name Rhiannon. You've gone kayaking on a lake. 🛶 You've gone kayaking on a river. 🛶 You own a kayak. 🛶 It's been a long time since you've last kayaked, and you'd love to go again. 🛶 You enjoyed kayaking. 🛶 You like the Japanese name Kaori. You've met someone named Naomi. You enjoy renaissance festivals. You've been to Utah. You've been to Saskatchewan. There is a shop in your town called Serendipity. You've met someone named Saoirse. You have a grandma named Lois. You like avocado toast. 🥑 You'd never heard of avocado toast before until you heard YouTubers say they liked it. You've been to Azerbaijan. 🇦🇿 You've been to Uzbekistan. 🇺🇿 You've been to Guyana. 🇬🇾 You shopped at Aeropostale when you were in high school. You own something from Abercrombie & Fitch. You've walked through Abercrombie & Fitch, but you've never purchased anything from there, because they're too expensive. You've heard Aeropostale pronounced different ways. You've wondered what the correct pronunciation of Aeropostale was. You've wondered why the word "aardvark" has two A's next to each other. (ever heard of Dutch and Afrikaans language, though? Long vowels are normal here) You've not sure if you've ever seen an aardvark in person. Your bra size is bigger than your mom's. You think broccoli tastes good in soup, pasta, and cheesy rice. 🥦 You went to high school with an Ashley, an Ashleigh, and an Ashli. You've been friends with an Emily and an Emilee, Emilie, Emeli, Emile, Emmaleigh, or Emma Leigh. You like the name Brogan for a girl. You feel like your life has consisted of one big catastrophe after another. One of your favorite worship leaders is Charity Gayle. 🎶 You like the name Skylar. You have your bed catawampus in your room. 🛏 [Catawampus= positioned diagonally] You own a lava lamp. You can think of at least one song you like by Christina Aguilera. You've owned an album by Christina Aguilera. 💿 You've made a dreamcatcher. You've driven down an Avondale Road. You own a pair of galaxy print leggings. You like the name Alexa. You don't think you've ever met anyone named Siri. You've been to Papa New Guinea. 🇬🇳 (isn’t it “Papua”, though?) You've been to Guam. 🇬🇺 You've been to Ethiopia. 🇪🇹 You like the name Brynn better than Lynn, because it's unique. You've met someone named Gardenia. You've met someone named Gloria. You like the name Veronica. You're claustrophobic. You've been put under anesthesia for a procedure. You like the names Chloe, Carlotta, and Carmen. You went to school with a Simone. You've read the book of Ecclesiastes. 📖 You've spun a dreidel. You've looked through a kaleidoscope. There is a gazebo in your backyard. You like garbanzo beans. You've been to Kalamazoo, Michigan. You've played a kazoo. You own something made of bamboo. You're feeling bamboozled at the moment. You know the meaning of the word "ecclesia." You know the meaning of the word "acquiescence." You listened to Evanescence as a teenager. (I still do) You like eggnog. You've wondered why so many medications start with a Z. 💊 You take Zofran. 💊 You take Zoloft. 💊 You take Zyrtec. 💊 You remember learning about Count von Zinzendorf in school, and you thought he had a funny name. You've tried escargot. 🐌 You've been to Zimbabwe. 🇿🇼 You've been to Botswana. 🇧🇼 You've been to Guinea-Bissau. 🇬🇼 You've played the oboe. You've met someone with the last name Odorzynski. You like the name Cheyenne. You've met someone named Shariah. You love the name Bianca. You've been to Cincinnati, Ohio. You went to school with a Suzy. You own a pair of Lularoe leggings. You think Lularoe is a scam. You like the name Azteca. You've been to Venezuela. 🇻🇪 You learned Venezuelan history in school. 🇻🇪 You know what a shaman is. You've met someone who claimed to be a shaman. You've played the shofar. You like flamingos. 🦩 You're wearing a fluorescent color right now. You like the smell of potpourri. You've mixed together your own potpourri. You like the name Felicity. You've played with a ouija board. You've seen the aurora borealis. You've been to Australia. 🇦🇺 You've rocked a baby to sleep while singing a lullaby. You've owned a gecko or iguana. 🦎 You've been to Israel. 🇮🇱 You like the name Spencer. You've worn a fedora. You've attended a university as a student. 🏫 You own a varsity jacket. You've seen a real live jaguar in person. 🐆 You've met someone named Tatum. You know someone who pronounces "February" funny. (probably every Dutch person lol) You feel that so far your life has been a complete fiasco. You have asthma. You've watched Jeopardy. You think you'd rather be a contestant on Family Feud than you would be a contestant on Jeopardy. You like zucchini bread. You've tried guava. You'd like to try guava, because you think you'd like it. You were born before the start of the new millennium. You were born in the new millennium. You have to pay mortgage payments on your house. 🏡 You like jacaranda trees. You were born on a Wednesday. You're taking this survey on a Wednesday. You frequently take medicine for nausea. 💊 You've recently eaten a bologna sandwich. 🥪 You like the color fuchsia. You've met someone named Loralei. You've vacationed on an island. 🏝 You've been to Chicago, Illinois. 🏙 You've been to Iowa. You've been to Ohio. You've called someone a nincompoop. You've had pneumonia. You've experienced anaphylaxis. You frequently feel flabbergasted and flummoxed. You've heard the name Aislinn pronounced different ways. You like the name Brigitta. You've recently done something scandalous. You've been an exchange student in a foreign country. You've recently experienced a calamity. You've recently received an epiphany. You've been called a wild hooligan. You've met someone named Esther. You've joined a sorority. You've gone to a Presbyterian church. ⛪️ You've gone to an Episcopalian church. ⛪️ You've tried papaya. Your parents nicknamed the neighbors "the buffoons." You like jalapeños. 🌶 You've worn a sombrero. You've tried kumquat. You've been feeling lackadaisical lately. You spend a lot of time lollygagging. You're often scatterbrained. You've explored the Amazon rainforest. You thought this survey was unique.

#survey #bolding survey #themed survey

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pretentious-dipshit94 · 1 year

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The Dark Is Loud Company (short story, faulkner pastiche; Dec. 8th)

Emilee is loud, so there is a struggle for me and Issak to share in what has been uncovered beneath the lawn's acreage.

The acreage is an ugly sort of brown only what I could have felt was my favorite sort of ugly brown color that tinfoil gets when Issak has finished busywork around the family property, one that has flames lick the crinkly sheet until it has made Issak stop feeling about each day of labor. Issak binds me to the tree because what was discovered under the leaves was unrelated to this odd habit I see Issak go and do every time the sunlight drops from the horizon overhead, and then me and Issak are struggling for the indoor sunlight to keep us bright and early tomorrow. Emilee is so loud, she does not stop with the loudmouth moans and cries. It is no longer loud when we all share a crawlspace for us three as young kids who live and work on the land that our family has owned since we were decided to be the least valuable to live among the grown-ups, who likewise saw it good for us to live and sleep on the ground floor. In the crawlspace.

There was four children, Issak once told me during one of our nights where the tinfoil would shoot through a straw, and all the feelings Issak would later swear were useless would dissolve out of his eyes. His eyes would close. He did not look ugly as the color that the leaves not too different from that favorite sort of brown I see on the tinfoil sheet on a regular basis. Issak was a know-it-all. Emilee was loud. Too loud for all the nights, us numbering a shared three in our ground floor living space.

There was four children who lived above our heads, Issak sez, the fire in his voice the same fire the sunlight escapes with every single damn day. Emilee is louder than the light inside our space. Under the leaves, there is a discovery unrelated to my knowledge of my beloved Issak that has risen someone outside of our routinely uniform work model. Issak has not had time to inhale the properties of the common findings to separate the right way to talk about what me and Issak saw under the leaves after we are done raking this afternoon.

Issak binds me with a wire that hurts but it feels correct that Issak does this because what if what I see hurts the family property? The dark of late autumn goes loud with Emilee. Not her voice. She is quieter than a cricket when it does not sing. Emilee is loud in her looks and actions. Emilee is louder than before. There is a problem with me seeing the same plain-as-day thing that Issak sees during this time of the day. It could be the year. Issak does not have time to explain, it looks to me. I focus not on Issak seethin' with the motion of his hands around my neck and my paunch, but on the happier feeling I see on the special sort of ugly brown color that is the leaves where outside the offensive thing for me to see so easy, I can think of the times when that color represents a favorite pastime that kept us carrying the sunlight busy until it was small enough to leave our ground floor crawlspace.

The voice that Issak uses is the same feeling as the sand feels when that sunlight no longer is within our hands. It, Issak once told me in a calm breeze of phosphorescent smoke that fell from his eyes and nose, and did not even stay on the tip of his thin olive-skinned lip. There was no bottom or up when it was Issak speaking during the sunlight curfew. It was all one loud feeling that gave, Issak went on during the usual nights, for the four children unseen to keep the sunlight safe from us children who do labor and do not have any purpose other than to be loud, like Emilee I often felt was a point of common disturbance among our own space. Issak never mentioned Emilee except to create another loudness that often made her loudness a stillness of mouth.

It was a usual part of our routine, and what arrived to me as Issak was no longer his normal self. I could not have a favorite sort of ugly brown, it felt bended and my arms were pent higher than my legs could ever stand upright alone against that nearby tree. Issak did not even speak. Issak, I felt without speaking, knew I had ugly touch when I started thinkin' about anything except using my hands, and following him without interruptin' the same order for the sunlight to keep bouncy enough. It would bounce so much when we did not look at it during midday that when we was done, it would bounce off the horizon and into the care of the children who lived, unseen, above us. Then we danced in the ground floor, loud and ugly until Issak spoke at once from the tinfoil when it spoke from the ugly brown sheet shriveled up like a turd when one of us went to use the corner inside our space.

Turds turn greyer than any sky I ever saw except now it is not just grey but there feels like there is no tomorrow because Issak is teaching me what ugly means when Emilee is no longer loud in our space: She bounces up from the leaves. She is now with the sunlight and the four children who know how ugly we all must look from the cozy dark of the porch.

The sign above our ground floor space is loud but not as loud as Emilee when she bounces up into the sunlight.

There is no more speakin' for me and Issak. Issak no longer is kind. Issak is louder than everything I have ever heard or seen. It is because I saw the same ugly when I had a chance at Emilee being quiet. I didn't leave her indoors. She belongs with the loudness below the sign.

The sign does not show anything but lines and an orangish haze that is also ugly, but ugly like the speakin' Issak did when my favorite color showed up on the tinfoil sheet.

Ugly did not need to be shared. It was felt. Alone. Issak kept the loudness until I was bouncy enough to stop having weight useless to the one who kept the four above safe, and unseen.

Now I am unseen but I feel loud enough to quit yelling.

The dark and I are new company.

#short fiction #short story #Southern Gothic #psychological realism #faulknerian #solipsism #allegory of the cave #literary fiction #writers on tumblr #prose #spilled ink

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emilee-has-legs · 7 months

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"mom, when can we go to the little kids area?"

the brindleton bay bookstore has introduced their kids section. now your tiny tots can play and eat blocks, while you shop for your steamy romance novels that remind you of everything your husband is not!

#when you figure out anti-aliasing is a thing #and then figure out how to do it #and then get better using swre in the process #emilee has legs #sims #sims 4 #sims build #sims community #the sims #the sims 4 #screenies #builds #interiors #the sims screenshots #the sims story #ts4 #simblr #sims screenshots #build

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cabensonsgirly · 3 years

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👼Baby’s Got Trouble. Don’t Know How To Live. Don’t Want To Die. (Cordelia Goode)👼

Cordelia Goode x fem!reader

👼Part 6 of SP getting reader pregnant👼

👼Slice 5👼

Co-authored with @billiedeannovak even though she’ll deny it.

Songs referenced:

👼Wordcount: 2609👼

👼Posted on AO3: Read Here👼

👼Content: AU, alluding to sex, angst-ish, slow-burn, fluff, infertility, mention of dead character, blood, mentions of violence, rituals, feelings, pregnancy test👼

👼You were barely able to hide your excitement and glee at the news but you both had to school your features so that no one caught on to what you were both planning. You longed for the day you and Cordelia could be open about everything but knew that it might make things more difficult. However, you knew that day would come and until then, it will be worth the wait.👼

It doesn’t take long for things to click back into place even if there were two years of absence. It’s like when you don’t go to the beach for a long time, you still have this yearning for it when you’re doing things in the city, but life gets in the way of you going back there, yet when you do finally get your freedom and make it to the beach… You still have that same feeling of everything being okay even though you haven’t been there in what feels like forever.

It’s like when you spend months in the misery of the grey and dull winter, the cold of the season seeping into your bones and chilling you through to the core, you feel like you’re stuck but then that first day of spring comes… You see the daffodils flowering, the lambs running and jumping around the lush green paddocks with their friends and that cold feeling that had made itself so comfortable was now replaced with the warmth of the golden glow that comes from the radiant sun.

That golden glow, the golden hour where the sun is just right, currently weaving its way through the leaves of the trees and the slats of the blinds to bathe you and Cordelia in its radiant light. Cordelia was curled up into your side, her head nuzzled into the crook of your neck with an arm and a leg draped over you, her mane sparkling like gold in the glow of the sun. You had your arm wrapped around her, gently stroking her smooth skin, a soft smile on both your faces when her eyes flutter open and her sleep ladened voice reaches your ears “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Good morning, beautiful. How’re you feeling?” You tilt her head up slightly so you can press a soft kiss to her lips, she hums quietly. “Any morning I wake up with you in my bed, in my arms, is going to be a good day and an even better way to wake up.” You blush lightly and roll your eyes, unable to hide the smile on your lips. “You’ve been saying that for months now, Delia. Surely there must be mornings where you feel even slightly groggy. I mean…. I don’t but- but there has to be- oh.”

You gasp quietly as she sits up slightly to kiss you properly, her lips soft against your own as they glide over each other, the faint remnants of her lip-gloss making her lips taste like berries. You run a hand up her side to cup her cheek, thumb stroking against her skin softly. She pulls away in small kisses, her smile never wavering until her eyebrows furrow slightly and she moves to lay back down, staring up at the ceiling.

“Delia? What’re you thinking, baby?” You question quietly, turning to look at your girlfriend who looked like the world was starting to come crashing down around her. “You know I’ll- I’ll never be able to carry a baby… I won’t be able to have a kid like we both want…” A sad sigh falls from her lips, and you take Cordelia’s hands tenderly in yours “hey” you say softly so that her brown eyes are on yours “Why- why not I carry our baby?”

Cordelia’s eyes widen in surprise, her cheeks turning a light shade of rose “I- You? I- Our- You’ll?” You giggle and peck her lips softly “Yes, Delia. I want to have your baby. I want to carry your baby. I want us to have a baby. Hopefully the baby will turn out to be a wonderful woman like you.” She rolls her eyes but smiles brightly, kissing all over your face before hugging you so tight you feel like some bones might have broken in the process. “Thank you, Yn. Thank you.”

“Delia, I would do anything for you no matter what, okay? And- and I really want us to have a kid and this way is the best way to go about it. We’re witches, remember? Anything is possible.” You press a tender kiss to Cordelia’s lips once more before smiling lovingly at her. “It- It may take awhile for me to get everything together for the ritual but… It will-”

“It will be worth the wait”

A number of days pass before Cordelia pulls you aside after helping teach a class to tell you that she has everything required for the ritual to happen. There was a sparkle in her eyes that you saw when you both confessed your feelings to one another, a glow in the pools of molten chocolate that made you fear the day they turned cold.

You were barely able to hide your excitement and glee at the news but you both had to school your features so that no one caught on to what you were both planning. You longed for the day you and Cordelia could be open about everything but knew that it might make things more difficult. However, you knew that day would come and until then, it will be worth the wait.

In order for you both to do the ritual, the house would need to be relatively empty i.e. sans the other witches. So, you organised for all the girls to go out for the evening to a club that is hosting some event. As for Fiona, Myrtle and the house-workers? You knew they wouldn’t notice if you and Cordelia disappeared to her room together for however long to participate in a ritual so that you could have Cordelia’s baby.

Delia insisted that she be the one to set it all up, but you managed to convince her to let you put the eggs in the right place; the entire time she wore a smile that was brighter than the glow emitted by the candles. You walked over to the stereo and put some music on, Stevie Nicks of course because she loves her so surely this would be an appropriate choice.

You feel Cordelia’s slender arms wrap around your waist from behind, her chin resting on your shoulder as she sways you both gently to the song. “It’s hardly a good song to… you know… to.” You laugh lightly and turn in her arms to peck her lips lightly “would you rather something more appropriate, Delia? The Weeknd? Unloved? IC3PEAK? She Wants Re-“ The blonde cuts you off with a kiss just to shut you up before reaching around you to put something different on, her teeth tugging at your bottom lip before letting it snap back. “I thought you didn’t want anyone to know what we were doing. Wouldn’t this song imply that we are?”

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night

And wouldn't you love to love her?

Takes to the sky like a bird in flight

And who will be her lover?

All your life you've never seen

Woman taken by the wind

Would you stay if she promised you heaven?

Cordelia rolls her eyes still smiling, taking your hand in hers as she leads you to the middle of the room into the ritual circle “I doubt they will seriously think that we are doing anything like this, especially after how things happened with him.” She kneels down, pulling you with her, lacing your fingers together as she looks into your eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks quietly, a slight waver in her voice revealing her trepidation.

You press a soft kiss to her lips, lingering slightly to enjoy how they feel against your own before you whisper “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Cordelia Goode.”

She lets go of your hands then turns one of them palm up, drawing a blade across it before handing you the knife she murmurs “Now you do it to me, my love” you take the knife from her and repeat the process on her palm, neither of you breaking eye-contact. She raises your hand to her lips, running her tongue over the wound to clean the blood up before she drinks from the still bleeding wound, a low groan falling from your lips, uncertain whether it was in pain or from pleasure and the attractiveness of Cordelia’s lips and chin covered in blood. You take her hand and do the same, your eyes fluttering shut as the taste of her life fluid fills your mouth, the metallic tang somehow sweeter than what you were expecting. When your eyes open your met with pure black eyes, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of your love looking so feral yet so alluring.

Take off your clothes

Give me your trust

Look me in the eyes and confess your lust

Get on your knees

Beg me to stop

I promise I'll love you if you do it

So do it for me

Within mere seconds of your lips leaving her hand she all but pounced on you, pinning you to the ground and using magic to keep your hands above your head. There was a spark that shot through you, setting every inch of your skin alight so much so that you thought you were on fire. You couldn’t take your eyes off the woman above you, she looked wild yet completely in control of what she was doing, a true goddess in every aspect of the word.

The room felt more alive than it did when you first stepped foot in it, the flames danced wildly and seemed to circle around you, watching what you and Cordelia were doing, they licked at your skin, at her skin as if the temptation to set you both alight was becoming too much to handle. The eggs had cracked moments before revealing ebony snakes who slithered around the pair of you, their tongues flickering out, sensing the carnal and magical energy in the air.

Say my name

All I wanna do is hear you scream in pain

Say my name

I promise I'll love you if you do it

So do it for me

Almost as quickly as it had started, it ended. You and Cordelia lay on the floor in a tangle of limbs, your face tucked in the crook of her neck and hers tucked in yours, arms wrapped around each other as you held each other close, both of you panting as you tried to catch your breath. The music had changed to something soothing; you could feel your girlfriends smile against your skin as she hummed along quietly to the song.

Two weeks later you and Cordelia could barely wait to do a pregnancy test, you had to keep reminding her to slow down and not rush lessons or else the girls will start a fire again in her haste. She had all but sulked at your request, putting on her best puppy eyes she could muster after one class “please can we just-“ You hushed her gently, whispering “Delia be quiet. The others can’t know about this yet, remember? And besides, you still have one more class after this, I’m sure you can wait another 50 minutes.”

I love you, baby

And if it's quite all right

I need you, baby

To warm these lonely nights

I love you, baby

Trust in me when I say

She lets out an overly dramatic sigh, one to rival the ones Madison does so frequently. You press a kiss to her cheek then leave the room to go tidy her glasshouse up, finding yourself talking idly to the plants as though they were something more than organisms incapable of speaking.

“I don’t understand how someone so wonderful was able to forgive me so easily over something that should have taken longer to work through. Yes I understand I couldn’t tell her but it’s still rather shitty.” You sigh and put the watering can down, swearing loudly when you turn around to see Fiona standing there, lit cigarette in hand. “Fucking hell Fiona, one day you’re going to do that to me and I’m going to accidently deck you” you run your fingers through your hair, leaning against the raised garden bed.

The older woman laughs then takes a drag from her cigarette, exhaling it slowly as she watches you with an amused smile. “I don’t understand my daughter either, never have. Probably why we have such an unstable relationship but” she shrugs nonchalantly, taking another drag from her smoke before continuing “it’s not like I can force her to stop seeing you. Tried that before, didn’t work. Even less likely to work now seeing as she stole Supremehood from me.”

You roll your eyes then check your phone to see the time, only a few minutes until class would be over. “It’s hardly stealing if the door is already open for her, Fiona.” You slip your phone back into your pocket and walk past her outside “don’t think I am unaware of what you and my daughter have done, Yn. I may not be the Supreme but I am still observant.” You clench your jaw but keep heading back to the house, not willing to let her see the panic and fear on your face as a result of her words.

Cordelia met you at the bottom of the grand staircase with a barely suppressed excited smile on her lips but upon seeing how pale you were looking her expression morphed into one of concern. She brings a hand to your face, cupping your cheek gently “What’s happened, sweetheart?” You bit your lip and looked around to see if anyone was nearby before replying quietly “can we head to our room please?” She nods and drops her hand, taking yours in hers as she walks with you upstairs and to your shared room.

Once inside with the door shut she sits down on the bed expectantly, you sigh quietly and head into the adjoining bathroom “Just something your mother said, Delia. It gave me fucking chills.” You laugh a bit and put on your best impression of Fiona “Don’t think I am unaware of what you and my daughter have done, Yn. I may not be the supreme but I am still observant.” You pulled open one of the drawers and took out the unopened pregnancy test, flicking the flimsy carboard top off before pulling it out. “How would she even know? Do you think she does? Or is she just messing with me for fun again?”

Cordelia stands up from the bed and makes her way over to you, leaning in the doorframe of the bathroom. “I think she’s just messing with you, love. The only person who would be more likely to know is Myrtle but…” You give her a sad smile, squeezing her arm gently “she’ll be so happy for you- for us, Delia.” You play with the test between your fingers, letting out a nervous breath “I guess it’s time- time to do this, baby. I- I can’t pee if you’re watching though” you blush deeply and laugh shyly, Cordelia pecks your lips before stepping back from the doorframe “Sorry, baby. I’ll let you go in peace, I’m just-“

“Nervous? Me too.” You smile reassuringly at her before closing the door to the bathroom to do the test. You could feel your heart racing, your hands were shaking with nerves as you finished up in the bathroom after washing your hands. You opened the door and carried the test out, placing it on the bedside table before sitting next to Cordelia “and- and now we wait for the result.”

#Cordelia Goode #Cordelia Goode imagine #Cordelia Goode x reader #Cordelia Foxx #Cordelia Foxx imagine #Cordelia Foxx x reader #Sarah paulson #Sarah Paulson imagine #Sarah Paulson x reader #ahs #ahs imagine #ahs coven #ahs coven imagine #Spotify

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lightsovermonaco · 3 years

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His Good Sweater: Chapter 4

Masterlist

Thank you as always to my best friend and Beta reader @acollectionofficsandshit for putting up with me and my ramblings ♥

Word Count: 3.8k

Recommended song: "ily (I love you baby)" by Surf Mesa and Emilee

You'd never been more thankful that you kept a change of clothes in your car than you were after the race at Silverstone. You'd showered again, changing back into the sweaty tee and leggings. The clean emergency hoodie and jeans were a blessing, and casual enough for a night on the town.

Most of the crew had left, only a few poor souls pouring over race data or packing up essentials. James let you into the trailer yard this time without hesitation. "We really should just get you a key," He teases, "Sure would make my life easier."

Rolling your eyes, you give the tower of muscle a pitiful shove. He doesn't move an inch. "Thanks James. I'll ask Pierre to look into it."

A sudden wave of tiredness washes over you when you make it back to the trailer. You flip through the channels on the tiny television, settling on an analysis of the day’s race.

“And a brilliant drive from young Pierre Gasly, wasn’t it John?”

“I completely agree Martin. Gasly took advantage of every slip up by Mercedes and Red Bull and he has to be commended for that. Max made some rare mistakes and…”

You smile to yourself, their praise washing over you. Yawning, you curl up on Pierre's bed, the familiar smell of cedar lulling you into a light sleep in minutes.

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A gentle touch to your cheek wakes you some hours later. You crack your eyes open, greeted by a smile brighter than the stars in the night sky. You taste eternal sunshine on his lips when you kiss him, your soul sparking in response to his light.

"Good morning," He murmurs, thumb rubbing along your jaw. "Sleep well?"

You snuggle closer to him, eyes closing once more as you soak up the warmth. "Is it time to go out already?"

"It is. But we can stay here if you want to." He brushes a stray hair off your face. The gesture is so tender, if you didn’t know any better you’d never guess he could turn into the seasoned, take-no-shit racer you’d seen hours before.

You shake your head. You couldn't let him miss out on celebrating his victory with his closest friends. Besides, you hadn't seen any of them for a span of time longer than a few minutes in months, and truth be told, you missed them all.

Those boys had a knack for turning the simplest of outings into unforgettable adventures. You had been sworn to secrecy on numerous occasions after Pierre recounted drunken escapades that usually ended with Max sleeping somewhere preposterous, like a claw-footed bathtub in a fancy suite.

“Where are we going?” You ask sleepily. “Somewhere nearby?”

Pierre tugs you up until you’re sitting. He pulls you back against his chest, arms wrapping around you as he sets his chin on your shoulder. “Yeah. Maybe ten minutes away.”

You lean your full weight against him, admiring how perfectly your bodies slot together. “Can I leave my car here?”

“As long as you’re okay with it staying here until tomorrow, that’s fine.” He coaxes you to stand and presses a kiss to your temple as a reward. Your limbs are still heavy and uncooperative. Pierre winds an arm around your waist, supporting you and assuming the position of your rock as he always did.

"You don't sleep here," You state simply, looking at him for confirmation. He shakes his head.

"Wouldn't be enough room for two anyway." He gestures to the tiny twin sized bed and shrugs.

Your brow furrows. “Am I staying with you tonight?” You honestly had not considered it. The jet usually left early and you had assumed he would want to get as much rest as possible. But now that you had experienced waking up next to him, you realize how much you want his face to be the first thing you see when you open your eyes each morning.

“Of course you’re staying with me. I’m taking every second of your time that I can get.”

You bite your lip and lay your head on his shoulder. The idea of falling asleep in his arms was enough to shake any lingering sleepiness. “Okay.” Confident that you could hold yourself up, you step out of his grasp. “Ready.”

The few mechanics roaming about the grounds are enough to keep you cautious. You walk through the paddock a hair's breadth apart, although every nerve screams for you to touch him. Every time your arm grazes his, electricity ripples across your skin. All you want to do is hold his hand, but there’s enough prying eyes that you restrain the impulse.

You can tell he feels it too by the way his fingers curl and uncurl at his sides. And he's biting his cheek, you notice. A nervous habit of his and a clear indicator that he'd retreated inside his own head, likely contemplating if he'd truly deserved to win today or not.

Every few months his doubts crept in, the devil on his shoulder reminding him that Horner hadn't deemed him good enough to keep his seat at Red Bull after only a handful of races.

You'll never be as talented as them, is what you'd imagined it whispered. They're only here because they pity you. What makes you think you deserve a seat?

It couldn't be farther from the truth. Deep down, Pierre knew that. Driving in Formula 1 meant being under constant scrutiny from the public and sportscasters. Making an error meant debates about whether you were good enough and rumors about seat security.

There were no such errors today. You'd heard the commentary after the race; everyone was raving about his performance. Not one person had dared say he didn't deserve it.

Not wanting him to suffer alone, you subtly wrap your pinky finger around his. "You're okay," You say softly, his head whipping to you. "You deserved that trophy today. It was some of the best driving I've ever seen, everyone agrees. You deserve a trophy every time you get in that car. You'll always be my champion, even if the world tells you otherwise."

It takes a moment for it to sink in, but he nods and releases your pinkie. "You're my grounding rod," He says, lips curling in a knowing smile, and you can't hold back your laugh.

"Leave it to you to turn a romantic moment into a cheesy one." Instead of saying you're my rock like any normal person, he had to bring up the time you'd embarrassed yourself at the bar a year or so ago. He'd let you prattle on to poor Dan about building grounding rods of all things, and how you'd thought your professor's way of designing such a system was flawed. Pierre would never let you live that down, it seemed.

Max spots the two of you first, waving from where the boys had gathered outside Red Bull. “About time you showed up! We’ve been waiting for ten minutes!”

“She fell asleep,” Pierre says simply, his confidence back. “Takes her awhile to wake up.”

“Whatever, I’m just glad you’re here,” Daniel says, throwing an arm around your shoulders and tucking you tight to his side. You couldn’t help the broad smile creeping onto your face, twin to the aussie’s as you hug him back.

“We missed you,” Charles says, falling into step beside you. “I never hear from you anymore!”

You grimace. It was true, while the three boys had texted you quite frequently the past few months, you had barely responded to them. You felt guilty about it, knowing they were taking time out of their packed schedules to catch up. But uni had been kicking your ass and the only one you’d found time for was Pierre. Looking back, you were glad he had been the exception.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” You say. “Lots of projects.”

“And that new internship,” Max points out. Your eyebrows flick up, gaze flicking to Pierre. You had been awarded an internship a month or so ago at a local engineering firm in London. It was only part time work, a few hours a week, but it was enough. The only one you had told was Pierre.

Pierre grins, the gesture a silent apology. “I may have spilled the beans.”

You cut him a glare, the others laughing at your attempt at being intimidating. But you couldn’t turn away from him, not when he was looking at you with the same pride you had felt when he’d won earlier that day.

“Uber’s here,” Charles announces, checking his phone.

“Where?” Daniel asks, and Charles indicates a black SUV parked at the curb. Daniel and Max exchange a look, shouting “Shotgun!” at the same time. Both boys break into a full sprint, feet pounding on the pavement. Daniel wins - barely, leaving Max and Charles to squeeze into the back seat.

Pierre follows you into the third row of seats, his hand immediately engulfing yours. Your stomach flips, glancing up to find a reassuring smile on his face. You could barely focus on what was said for the first half of the ride, hyperaware of the callouses rubbing your skin. The world around you erupts into color at the touch, completing the part of you that you’d never realized was missing.

The remainder of the drive is filled with laughter, jokes, and plenty of selfies with the driver. It wasn’t every day one could brag about having four world class drivers in your car; you couldn’t blame the man for being excited.

By the time you arrive at the bar, your sides are already splitting with laughter. “First round is on you, Ricciardo,” Charles says, wagging a finger at him. “Punishment for bringing up the Abu Dhabi incident again!”

“Jokes on you, I was already planning on it!” He glances at you and winks. “Gotta congratulate the winner somehow, right?” Little did the Australian know, you had already congratulated Pierre a few hours ago, and you doubted that a few shots would outshine that performance. You hope the pink tinge that rises to your cheeks with the memory isn't obvious and you duck your head just in case.

A blast of air conditioning hits you as you all stumble into the bar. All eyes fell to you and the ragtag group of drivers when you entered, silence blanketing the patrons. The bartender slams a fist on the wooden bartop, rattling glasses and making you flinch.

“Been wonderin’ when you lot were gonna show your ugly mugs!”

Daniel, Max and Charles erupt into friendly laughter, shaking the man’s hand and making small talk. You look to Pierre for an explanation.

“Tradition,” He murmurs. The noise returned to a normal level around you, though you could feel the glances thrown your way. “We come here every year, but only if one of us wins at Silverstone. Been awhile since that happened.”

"Ah," You say, nodding dramatically. "Yes, very long time." Pierre grins, shaking his head.

"Who won this year?" The man - William, Pierre informs you- asks. He towered over you when you sat on the sticky bar stool, tall and lanky but well muscled and certainly not someone you would expect patrons to try disrespecting. He was already pouring five shots of a fine Irish Whiskey, waving Daniel off when he tried to start a tab. “My treat.”

Max claps a hand on Pierre's shoulder. "This one claimed the crown, for once!"

"Wey hey!" William says, passing out the shots. "Everyone else crash out or what?"

"You should watch the replay," You say, knocking Pierre's shoulder with your own. "It was amazing. The move he used to get past Max-" you bring your pinched fingers to your lips in a chef's kiss. "Gorgeous."

"Much to Max's despair," Charles adds, raising his shot. "To the underdog!"

You all echo the sentiment, the boys knocking back the strong alcohol with practiced ease. It didn't go down as smooth for you, burning your throat and making you wince.

Daniel laughs. "Not used to drinking with us anymore, huh?"

"Must have lost my edge," You say, the woody taste lingering in your mouth. "I'm sure it'll hit me hard in a half hour or so, too."

**********

Well, you weren't wrong about the alcohol hitting you like a punch to the gut. Two shots later and you were swaying like a sailor on his first excursion out to sea, Pierre's shoulder the only thing keeping you from toppling off the bar stool.

Pierre's eyes were bright as the others poked fun at him, William joining in with a witty remark now and then. His laugh wrapped around you like a warm blanket, keeping you content and grounded.

"Hey Pierre," Daniel says at one point, "Don't look now but that table of girls has been obsessed with you all night."

Pierre, blitzed as he was, pays no attention to Dan's warning and turns around. A loopy grin was plastered on his face, turning back and shaking his head.

You may not have been able to think straight, but your stomach lurches. Instantly sobering slightly, you follow Dan's gaze to the indicated table to your left. Three beautiful women sat there, whispering behind their hands and clearly speaking about Pierre. One bit her lip and caught your eye, giggling. Her looks were universally attractive enough that she would be anyone’s type, Pierre included. The possessiveness in the gaze she raked over his body set your blood boiling.

This… was not a scenario you wanted to play out. You didn't know if Pierre was ready to tell his friends about your relationship yet. You knew he wouldn't let any of those girls have the light of day, but he might let them fawn over him a little, just to protect your secret. And it would kill you, but you would have no choice but to let it happen.

"I'm good," Pierre says, sipping the beer he had been nursing all night.

"Come on mate," Max pushes, a wicked grin on his flushed face, "That blonde is so your type."

No she isn't.

You’re already staring up at Pierre when he turns to you. You have always worn your emotions on your sleeve for anyone to see, and it only got worse when mixed with alcohol. Pierre smiles softly, taking mercy on you. Slowly, he takes your hand and threads your fingers together before turning back to the boys.

"One of you can tell them I’m not interested. I already have my girl."

Heart beating wildly, you scan your friends faces. They were all wide eyed and slack jawed, staring at your joined hands. Pierre gives your hand a gentle squeeze, reminding you to breathe. He read you like an open book, offering reassurance when you needed it most.

"It's about fucking time!" Daniel roars, breaking the tense silence. Your shoulders relax, grinning along with the others. Pierre beams at you, knocking your shoulder to say I told you so.

"Does this mean I get a break from listening to you obsess over her every weekend?" Max asks, giving you a meaningful look.

"Likely not," Pierre answers. "I'm still just as obsessed as before. Maybe more." Max pretends to gag, earning him a playful punch from Charles. God, it was so freeing for your relationship to be more open, even if it was just between your closest friends.

"I'd just like to point out that I told you two this would happen years ago," Charles says matter of factly, pointing at Max and Dan. "Should've taken you up on that bet."

Your mouth hung open. "You were going to bet on us being a couple?"

"Oh come on," Max says, rolling his eyes. "We all knew it was coming eventually. We just didn't know when!"

Pink stains your cheeks, but Pierre laughs and leans in to kiss you. Remembering the girls behind you, you press a little closer to him. Under the guise of placing a kiss to his cheek, you meet the blonde's eyes and smile sweetly.

The woman preens, mouth twisting. Good. Pierre was yours, and now that he'd admitted it, you could let those girls know it. His hand slips to your thigh, squeezing hard. A clear warning that you were venturing into dangerous territory. You didn't care.

The alcohol in your veins makes you bold, and you want to drive your point home. They could look all they wanted, but he was coming home with you. You push the boundary farther and bite the soft skin of his neck just hard enough to leave a mark. Pierre's hiss finally makes you pull back and look up at him innocently.

"Get a room," Daniel teases with a wink. You smile at him, mumbling an insincere apology. Your point had been made. The arrogant smirk had been wiped from the woman’s face, replaced with a grimace.

"I think it is time for us to get going," Pierre says, annoyance flashing across his face. Oh, you had stoked the fire and now you would have to face the consequences.

"We're just getting started," Charles complains. Pierre slaps a few bills on the counter and gets up without responding.

"Bye guys!" You call over your shoulder as Pierre drags you towards the door. They all wave back, Max's lower lip jutting out in a pout. Your eyes slid one more time to the blonde, who had her arms crossed over her chest. You give her a wicked, taunting grin and return her earlier wink.

Pierre halts so quickly that you run into him. “Why are we leaving?”

“You know why,” He growls, flagging down a cab. “You didn't like how she was looking at me, so you did something about it. You might not have noticed, but every man in that bar had their eyes on you. So I’m following your example and doing something about it.”

Your brow furrows. Pierre won’t meet your gaze, and your eyes fall to the purple mark on his neck. You didn’t like his tone; it bordered dangerously on anger. “Are you… Are you mad that I did that?”

Tears threaten to spill when he finally looks at you. God, you were a blubbering drunk. When your lip wobbles, his anger fades and he sighs. “I’m not mad. I just… I didn’t think you’d want me flaunting our relationship yet. When you did this-” He gestures to his neck- “I could barely keep my hands off you. Not when I saw the guy walking up to you.”

You sniff, trying to conjure the image of the bar. “I didn’t notice anyone.”

“Yeah, cause I dragged you out here before he could say anything.” Pierre pulls his hood up and sighs. “Trying to catch a cab here is harder than overtaking Hamilton.”

You laugh harder than you should at the off-hand remark, following after him as he trudges down the sidewalk. “Why are you not drunk? I feel like you should be drunk. You won a race. They were feeding you shots one after another.”

“One of us had to be responsible and make sure we got home okay.” He smiles over his shoulder at you. “And I knew as soon as you had that first shot it would have to be me. Didn’t you notice me handing the shots to the other guys?”

“No,” You say, rubbing your eyes. “What about the boys? How are they gonna get home?” Pierre stops, forcing you to do the same. He tugs your hood up, makes sure his is secure enough to hide his face, and grabs your hand.

“I already told Seb to come round them up in an hour or so. They’ll be fine.”

You don’t respond, too busy trying to put one foot in front of the other and not fall on your face. It doesn’t help that your vision is a tad blurry. Finally you give up and whine, “How much further?”

“It’s right there,” He says, pointing at a towering glass building just across the street. “In five minutes, you can be tucked into a cozy, fluffy suite and you can rest all you want, my love.”

You hum at the words, warmth flooding your veins from more than the liquor. “I like that.”

“What, the building?” He asks, amused. He helps you cross the empty street, making sure you’re paying attention to where you’re going.

“Noooo, what you said,” You clarify, leaning on him as you try to navigate the handful of steps leading to the hotel.

He’s quiet until you reach the elevator. “My love,” He murmurs, and you grin up at him.

“Mon… mon coeur,” You manage to say, somehow pulling the French phrase out of the dregs of your memory. The words are slurred and you know that you absolutely botch the pronunciation, but the intent is clear. You may have lived in France since you were 18, but learning the language wasn’t a requirement when almost everyone knew english as well. But the two of you had spent many hours watching Pierre’s favorite french films over the years; some of it must have unintentionally rubbed off on you.

A disbelieving smile tugs at his lips. “How do you even know what that means?”

You shrug. “Just do.” The elevator doors open and you step out, Pierre following. You halt, not knowing which hall to take. You glance up at your companion for help, only to find him staring back at you. “What?”

He shakes his head and leads you down the corridor to his room. It's a spacious corner suite, with huge windows facing Silverstone that give him a perfect view of the track. You make for the window but Pierre’s hand on your wrist stops you.

“I don’t think so, it’s time for you to sleep.”

“But I just wanna see,” You protest weakly.

“Nice try. I know you. You’ll sit in front of that window for hours if I let you.”

You give in only because he was right. Cityscapes of any kind drew your attention like a moth to a flame. You pouted anyway, but let him take you to the bedroom. Gentle pressure on your shoulders had you sinking into the plush mattress, groaning at the luxurious softness. Pierre laughs as he helps you out of your shoes and jeans, leaving the hoodie.

Eyelids drooping, you climb under the covers Pierre had pulled back for you. He tucks you in and kisses your temple. You grab for him, tugging on his shirt until he stoops down and gives you a proper kiss. When he steps out of your grasp, you panic.

“Stay,” You mumble, fear bubbling in your chest. He had to stay, he couldn’t leave, not when you only had this one night left-

“I’m just taking off my shoes,” He assures you, his weight sliding in behind you to settle against your back. You sigh, moulding yourself to him as best you could. Being in his arms was somehow familiar, even if he’d never held you like this. It felt like home.

“Pierre?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

Pillowy soft lips press to the nape of your neck. “I love you too, mon coeur.”

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anim3tingz · 3 years

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Hey, love! Lol. I don’t think there is anyone who isn’t susceptible to the wiles of an anime man. Lesbian or not. There is just nothing like ‘em.

I hope you enjoy!

I match you with… Mirio Togata

Relationship Song: Ours - Taylor Swift/ily (i love you baby) (feat. Emilee) - Surf Mesa

Mirio is literally like your twin.

The both of you are always seen smiling and laughing. By far, the sweetest, funnest couple. I mean you guys just radiate positivity.

It’s not unusual to see you guys trying to uplift your peers and friends. People look to you guys to be the sunshine when things get bad. Some may feel stressed out with such a job, with some seeing it as a burden, but it comes so naturally to ya’ll neither of you ever get stressed out.

When Nighteye died you were amazed at Mirio’s strength to continue smiling and fighting towards his goal of becoming a hero. Before you ever dated you always admired him. You look up to him, honestly. So, whenever you start to feel a little down of yourself you always know going to Mirio will cheer you up. He’s great at motivational speaking.

Mirio knows you tend to worry a lot. So, when he senses you starting to get lost in your thoughts he likes to give little pep talks. And, to be honest, he could fucking kill it as a motivational speaker. Like, the man could leave you feeling so motivated you could take on the entire world. He’s that good.

You're anxious about your looks? Why? Mirio thinks you look beautiful. He doesn’t care about what the ‘In’ look is. You are beautiful to him and he makes sure to remind you often.

You can expect random compliments all the time. Much like how you like to make people smile and uplift them, he loves to do the same with you.

You’re dorky and awkward? Lol. Have you met Mirio? He’s a cheesy af and when he accidentally loses his clothes he just goes, ‘Oops. Sorry, I hope I didn’t flash my Willy.” His personality doesn’t really allow him to be hard on himself. He just doesn’t take himself too seriously. He knows that he is human and things happen so he tends to let embarrassing situations just roll off his back.

The two of you embrace the things that make you dorky and awkward. Life’s too short to not be happy and have fun.

While Mirio can be straight forward, he tends to keep any negative thoughts to himself. Now, when anyone has any criticism regarding him he takes a mental note on it and works to resolve it. However, he doesn’t get down on himself about it. He’s just like, ‘Oh, okay. Yeah. I understand. I’ll do better next time.’ All with a smile on his face. Like, nothing brings him down.

Mirio can come across as being a little bit of a ditz, but he’s actually very perceptive. He can easily pick up on social cues. Because of this when he starts to sense your anxiety rise he’ll pull you into a hug and whisper comforting words to you. If you want to and are able to leave he’ll gladly take you out of that environment and take you home.

Mirio’s Birthday is July 15, which puts him on the cusp of Cancer/Leo, because of this he’s very empathetic, positive, and intuitive by nature with a commanding/influential presence. Matched with your Scorpio you guys have a great emotional chemistry which judging by your personalities makes sense. You guys have the kind of relationship where you’re able to easily pick up on what the other is feeling or thinking without having to say a word. Bonus, your signs together have great soulmate potential.

I feel like Mirio would love to tease you. You go in for a hug and BAM. He’s disappeared through the ground or wall. Also, let’s not forget popping in on you when you weren’t expecting him. Lol. Boy, gets you everytime with that -ish.

PDA:

Because of your height difference (Mirio is 5’11 ¼” while you’re 5’2”) he tends to lean on you, which unlike the GIF, I picture you two just smiling. Just two balls of sunshine. It really is just a cute sight to see.

Now when it comes to hugs or kisses he loves to just pick you up as your legs wrap around his waist. That’s his absolute favorite way to kiss/hug you. He just loves the intimacy of picking you up. And, once you’re in his arms he loves to nuzzle his head into your neck as he squeezes you closer into him.

Omg! Piggyback rides! Mirio loves to give you piggy back rides. Piggyback rides all day, everyday with this man. Sis, you would never have to walk again if you didn’t want to.

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Kisses with Mirio are playful and never without a smile. You can expect eskimo kisses, as well.

Overall, Mirio isn’t afraid to show PDA. He loves you and he’s not afraid to show it. Now, if he was to get called out on it he’ll reel it in. He’d still hold your hand and kiss your forehead, but it definitely wouldn’t be as ostentatious as before. But in private, he’ll be all over you again.

Now, as I mentioned before, Mirio never says his negative thoughts aloud, so if he saw someone getting close to you, he wouldn’t say anything. But, like I’ve stated before, he’s very perceptive. So, you can guarantee Mirio is keeping track of the person’s movements to make sure they stay in line.

Oh, and he’d for sure show off.

Whoever is trying to hit you up just can’t compete with his POWER! Nor, his bod, let's be honest.

He’s a dork, but he’s got such a good heart.

Bonus:

Mirio would just stand there smiling at you with heart eyes if you did this, I swear. 🤣

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Heres a ton of quotes from my high school

Student 1: “I had a leg up on her but you saw how that turned out…” Student 2: “How did you have a leg up?” 

S1: “She knew my great grandpa.” S2: “And how old is he?” S1: “He’s dead.” S2: “Oh…” Student: I thought I just took a human life. S1: “I need one that’ll hold all eight of my children.” S2: “I thought you had like twenty?” S1: “…I killed them.” S1: “Click it real fast!” S2: “NO! Thats illegal in the state of the United States!” Science Teacher: It’s time for Duggie to get frisky. Band Director: “Who has the Kubasa?” Student: “Im a kubasa!” BD: “You’re not a sausage.” Science Teacher: “Third rock from the sun.” S1: “Jupiter…right?” S2: “….NO!” Librarian: Maybe its possessed by satan. BD: Tuba or not tuba. Student: Tuesday is the best day of the week for some unknown reason other than the fact that it’s Tuesday. Science Teacher: My head is very foggy today and the drugs haven’t helped. Don’t quote me on that. Student: “How should parents handle a bad report card?” 

Spanish Teacher: “Death.” Student: Aaron, move your penis out of the way. I need to get water. Student: Do I really want to go to medical school or am I subconsciously trying to impress my parents? Thats a secret I don’t even know. Im always having a crisis. XOXO, Family Disappointment S1: “Something fun to hit.” S2: “On.” S1: “That was stupidly smooth and I hate you for it.” Student: “Called the Scuds.” Spanish Teacher: “Hah. This gets worse the more you talk.” Student: I got through middle school via sleep deprivation and self deprecation. Student: I’m high bi and ready to die but I’m single and too focused on getting into a good university to mingle so cross cross applesauce do me a favour and just get lost Student: Im here Im queer and i'm full of existential fear. Student: Im single but I’m too afraid of rejection to mingle. Student: Im not a jellyfish… (quietly) I’m a human. Student: I went to bed at 9:30 last night. I am THRIVING! Student: I don’t know why but I have a weird fear of Catholics. Student: This band is the beginning of a porno I swear. X15 Student: Tea is just leaf juice and its gross. Student: Coffee is just bean juice so- S1: “Whats wrong with murder?” S2: “A lot of things Emilee- Theres a lot of thing wrong with murder.” Student: You called me a ginger yesterday. I will give you gingivitis. Student: “How do you do it?” English Teacher: “Most of us are medicated” S1: *barks and growls* S2: Silence you furry. Science Teacher: “Potassium.” Student: “Bananas” Student: Quit! You got fry dust in my eye! Student: See if your Armor of God protects you now. Science Teacher: I hit 190 pounds and I felt like a toad. Science Teacher: “It was really a cool feeling.” Student: “Was that a pun?” Science Teacher: “…Frosty.” S1: “Moment.” S2: “I’ve been singing that wrong my entire life! I thought it was woman!” S1: *Turning around in rolling chair* “Wait- repeat what you just said.” Student: Why did you draw a burning Elmo? Creative Writing Teacher: “The ‘H’ word” Student: “Hell?” CW Teacher: “nO!” S1: “Who said I ruined the peanut butter sandwich? It is now a cockroach peanut butter sandwich.” S2: “Ewww” S1: “Crunchity munchity.” Student: *while walking out of class* See you all in therapy. Student: *while walking back in* Hello guys, its just your neighborhood disappointment. Science Teacher: “Are you talking to your stomach?” Student: “Yeah..” Science Teacher: “Thats weird.” Student: “What are you dressed up as?” Spanish Teacher: “The bitch that I am.” Student: Im gonna name my kids gonorrhea. No, Crabs Brown. Student: Suck my strap on. Student: Its pronounced DIK DIK! Student: I’m gonna drink lead. Student: Mrs. Bustle, do you know what gonorrhea feels like? Science Teacher: Thats the stupid molecule at work again! Vice Principle: No reason to go outside today. Its cold… rainy….. I don’t want you to get sick. You can go outside during the bonfire. Where it will be cold and rainy! Student: I walk around the house with a non-binary flag on my ass. Student: This tea would taste a lot better if I was on a deserted island. Student: Our generation are the ones who ate tide pods. Natural Selection is coming for us. Student: It all started with Harambe. Student: Its my turn on the brain cell! Math Teacher: I had no expectations but you still disappointed me. Science Teacher: The cool thing about rocks is that you can throw them at your friends. Animal Care Teacher: Remember! Don’t flush the hamsters! Student: The toothbrush water isn’t the same. Band Director: I will tear out your liver! Student: *In spanish* You’re a whorehey. Student: I’m a complement to have in your life. *Seconds later* Can I jump out the window now? Student: *Walks in the room* I think my phone just shit itself. Student; Half of them were in serious relationships- wait, that makes me sound like a hoe. S1: “It was something you used to be obsessed with.” S2: “Oh…..Depression.” S1: “Are these eyeballs?” 

S2: “Uhhh duh.” S1: “Why were they in the microwave?” S2: “I was doing an experiment!” 

Student: I WILL beat your ass. Student: I’d probably go out and stand in the middle of the hallway, mocking them. Student while pushing themselves across the floor: Slither slither… *louder* Slither slither.. *louder* I’m a snake. Slither slither SSSssssSShksssks Student: I want to turn my finger nails into potato chips. I want to dip them in hot grease and flavor them barbecue. Student: *In a terrible Russian accent.* Close the door! I don’t want my toes to be turned into popsicles! Vice Principle: Today we are having food…I’m not sure what it is but it’s food. S1: “Ok boomer.” 

S2: “I’m not a boomer I’m a Leo!” Student: Are you looking at Reindeer privates? Student: The shit you see at 4am in *Insert Town Name* is very interesting.

- I think it's really cool when you guys send us these 🖕

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chikoshoes · 5 years

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Special Occassion

Anon requested: "Are you always that stupid or is today a special occasion?” from this prompt list.

Sweet Pea x OC

(I wasn’t sure if anon wanted this to be oc or reader so I made another oc but you can definitely add your name to where hers is)

Word count: 955

Warnings: swearing, Archie bashing (I love him but it’s fun to hate him!), violence, implied sex in public

Being the new kid your junior year sucks. Moving from the fast-paced city of Los Angeles to the small town that tries to be a city sucks even more. From what you can tell, Riverdale is full of elitist and sexist people who think mommy and daddy’s money means that they’re hot shit. It’s also weirdly incestuous so the dating pool is severely lacking. On your first day of school you were immediately adopted by Cheryl Blossom who is the epitome of daddy issues; but she’s got style so you guess it’s fine. Besides you need friends and having the queen B as an ally isn’t a bad feat on your first day.

Cheryl knows the ins and out of Riverdale and has the gossip on everyone and everything which is how you found out about Southside High closing but that’s not the interesting part, the interesting part is how much certain students are putting up a fuss, like fuck Poor people deserve an education too. You personally think it’s all very childish and stupid but there’s not much entertainment in this shithole town so you’ll take what you can get.

You’ve officially finished your first week of school and are ready for the weekend. You’re walking along Sweet Water River with your dog when you see a tall boy with dark black hair and a very attractive leather jacket with a snake donning his back and an easily recognizable ginger boy. They seemed to be arguing but you’re too far away to hear their conversation. You roll your eyes and are about to walk away when you see the ginger boy grab the black haired boy by the jacket. Archie knees the tall boy in the gut but the other boy grabs Archies leg, tripping him and knocking him to the ground. The tall boy then continues to beat the absolute shit out of Archie. Maybe you’re in a good mood today but you don’t actually want to see Archie murdered, it would totally ruin your weekend.

“All right boys, break it up. Your lovers spat is ruining my walk.” You say as you walk closer to the two. Archie gives you a bloody sneer but it really just looks pathetic. “Get out of here Emilee” the ginger spits, literally. Blood and saliva is everywhere. Gross!

“Listen here Anne of Green Gables, I’m saving your sorry ass because it looked like you were losing. If that isn’t the case I’ll let tall dark and handsome finish you off.” You leer at him. Fucking dick.

The tall snake man beside you lets out a huff of laughter. “Nah, Northside here isn’t worth it right now. I’m more interested in you. I’m Sweet Pea.” You raise your perfectly groomed eyebrow at the name but you just roll with it. “I’m Emilee” you smirk.

“You wanna get out of here Emilee?” Sweet Pea asks. “As long as you like dogs.” You respond, pointing over to your golden lab lazing in a patch of sun that’s breaking through the thick trees. “I love dogs” he laughs.

That was just the beginning of a beautiful friendship and maybe something more.

Xxx

A few weeks later you’re hanging out with Sweet Pea and his friends Fangs and Toni. Cheryl tagged along, unsurprisingly to you at least because that girl is crushing so hard on Toni and their “you’re hot but I hate you lets fuck” routine is amusing to you.

“Hey southside scum” the ever present 50 Shades of Ginger shouts, ruining the peaceful noise that is a high school lunch room.

“Hey Archibald. Here for another pissing match” Cheryl asks. She’ll deny it but you think she’s growing fond of the leather clad gang members.

“I’m just here to ask these scums if they’re ready to leave my school yet,” he huffs.

Scums, scum… plural. Does this guy even attend his classes?

“Really Archie, are you always this stupid or is today a special occasion?” you ask in annoyance “Because I’m starting to think it’s the latter. Now I am trying to enjoy my lunch and you seem to be interrupting it. Would you like to leave?” You ask and before he could respond you cut him off. “That was rhetorical Ginger Ale. Get the fuck out of here or I’ll show you how much of a bitch I can be. I bite.” You see Archie visibly swallow. By the grace of god Betty shows up just in time to pull him away. What a shame. You wanted to fight.

Cheryl and Toni look at you with an impressed smile. Fangs just looks slightly flabbergasted. Your eyes drag to Sweet Pea’s, his pupils are blown in lust and you can see a visible bulge in his pants. You smirk at him and grab him by the hand.

“Hey Pea, you ever fucked in a school bathroom?” You grin lecherously. Sweet Pea just shakes his head and swallows, “Well you wanna?” You ask, walking away from him. You know that he’ll follow you.

“Tata for now friends!” Sweet Pea following after you with a wide smile.

“I don’t know if I want to be her or be with her” Toni says with eyes wide

“Ditto” Cheryl and Fangs say simultaneously

Maybe Riverdale wont be so bad after all.

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