#i tried to make the clock joke in person and my friend just went 'you ate cocks?-?'

[celestial-artisan]

Alternative ending from this

Alastor: What are the disadvantages of eating a clock? Vox: You ate cocks? Alastor: It's time-consum- Alastor: Vox: Thought you weren't into that but cool

[kooktrash]

make a wish | jeon jungkook [ birthday drabble ]

DRABBLE FOR: ROMANTIC DREAMS but you don’t have to read it, this drabble can stand alone

summary: hours before his birthday, his friends force him to come out for a night of drinks only for him to be mad the entire time that you’re ignoring him. he comes home early worried you might’ve left but what he saw instead made his birthday all the better when the clock strikes midnight.

warnings: smut. birthday sex. jk is at the club but misses oc lol. 3.8k words

The feeling he got anytime he came out for drinks with his friends never changed. It always felt suffocating to him from the crowds of drunk people all against each other to the overly loud music he couldn’t even pay attention to. It was overwhelming, to say the least.He hated the looks he got and the way people tried to talk to him. He hated how loud his friends were and how they felt the need to bring him up to complete strangers like any of it matter. It’s his birthday weekend, you wanted him to celebrate with all of his friends and yet he couldn’t care less about any of that. He was more interested in finding out why you weren’t here tonight and why you weren’t answering your phone.

“Come on man, just one drink and then you’re free to crawl back to Y/n,” Jin joked as he patted the guy on the back, “But we want to hang out with you for your birthday at least once.”

“Y/n’s not answering the phone,” Jungkook warned as he was led to the bar, “So I’m probably just gonna head out.”

“Dude, Y/n’s not a kid, you don’t have to watch her every five seconds,” Namjoon asked, “Don’t get me wrong, wanting to spend time with your girlfriend is the bare minimum but don’t you think you go overboard sometimes? It would not kill you to be away from her for one night.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything, his gaze hardened as he eyed his friend closely. Namjoon just shrugged despite how blunt he sounded and that only seemed to annoy Jungkook more. Who was he to say that?

Jungkook does not go overboard, alright?

He trusts you… of course he does… but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still think about you leaving him. Something in his gut tells him that if you ever try to break up with him you won’t tell him, you’ll just leave and he’ll have no clue where you went.

He thinks you’ve finally grown to love him almost as much as he loves you but he just can’t get over the amount of times you told him you were done. The amount of times he’s had to remind you you’re not going anywhere and neither is he.

He’s gotten better too, he no longer has cameras set up and maybe that’s why he always feels so anxious when you don’t answer. All he’s got is your location so he knows you’re at home, so why won’t you answer his texts?

“Kook?” Namjoon called out to him as he stood at the bar as if he hadn’t just yelled at him, “What do you want to drink?”

“Jungkook?”

He yelled at his friend to get him anything, hearing the call of his name but not bothering to turn and acknowledge it. A small poke on his arm made him take a deep breath and turn to whoever was trying to catch his attention.

“It is you,” She said softly, “Oh my god, it’s been so long. W-y-you just stopped talking to me.”

“Do I know you?” Jungkook looked down unimportant. He actually did have a small recollection of her. They met over a year ago and hooked up a couple times but that was it. He was horny and she was easy.

She looked taken back, “Yeah. You do, asshole.”

He didn’t respond to her, simply glanced down at her angry expression and scoffed as he looked to his friends. They were all busy buying drinks and Jungkook did not care about any of that. He’s been with them since he got off work. They didn’t even let him go home to see you and tell you to go out for drinks. They showed up at the shop, hurried him to close and dragged him to the closest bar. He’s tired of it all. His birthday is tonight and the person he wants to spend it with isn’t answering their damn phone and he’s just starting to get pissed off.

“Okay, here’s yo—“

“I’m leaving,” Jungkook told Namjoon, handing him back the drink, “I’m tired and we’ve been out for hours already. I want to go home.”

Namjoon checked the time biting his lip, he was supposed to stall Jungkook from getting home per your orders and it’s been difficult all night to keep him from running to you. He’s never seen his friend so… in love [?], is that the right word for it? His need to know where you are, why you aren’t talking to him, who you’re with, was intense. Namjoon just knows Jungkook is at his limit with you ignoring him. All he could do was nod his head and give up, “Alright, can you drive?”

Jungkook only had one drink and even then he didn’t finish it before they tried getting him another so he felt fine. He was just bothered that you’ve yet to reach out to him.

He made an attempt to call you, one last time, as he got in his car but like before you didn’t answer and he can feel his patience running extremely thin. Why weren’t you answering him?

The first thing Jungkook noticed when he got back to your shared apartment was how dark it was. Usually [especially now that he’s made the place his own now], the apartment had a dark aura to it. It probably had to do with the mixed decor the two of you had up like his black sketches of skulls and serpents next to your framed photographs of Baby’s Breath and lavender. He’s used to it by now but right now… it’s too quiet…

“Y/n?” Jungkook called out and you could hear the growing annoyed panic in his voice. He dropped his things from work down to the ground without any care. He hasn’t seen you since before he went to the tattoo shop in the morning and now it’s almost midnight and you’re nowhere to be seen.

As Jungkook turned down the hallway, he seemed to freeze. Just below his feet where he hadn’t noticed them before, laid a trail of black rose petals. He followed them with his gaze seeing them disappear under the closed bedroom door where he could see a hue of red lighting inside. With a curious tilt of his head, he walked along the petals, twisting the knob on the door and immediately feeling his heart race.

Your bedroom which had become a concoction of gothic knickknacks and floral patterns, was a deep shade of red. His vinyl played one of his favorite Deftones songs, Mascara, and there you were.

He stopped at the door, eyes taking in the sight around him but all he could do was look down at you surrounded by candles littered across the room and music playing softly to set the mood and suddenly he wasn’t angry anymore. You had been ignoring him all night and that drew him insane but seeing you laying in bed wearing nothing but a black lace lingerie set made him forget all about that anger.

“So this is why you weren’t answering my calls?” Jungkook asked despite feeling giddy inside from all of this. Your lingerie was thin and fitted, it hugged you in all the right places and you looked so inviting with your legs slightly spread open for him, laying in a petal of black roses. You didn’t say anything, only lifted a single finger toward him and motioned for him to move closer.

Your boyfriend was never much for the theatrics, he liked doing it too much to wait, so you weren’t surprised at all when he reached for the back of his black shirt and yanked off over his head exposing his muscles, torso and nipple piercings. His tattooed hands unzipped the front of his black jeans and kicked them off immediately before walking toward the bed with a dark look in his eyes.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you said sitting up a little when he brought a hand to the back of your neck after crawling over your body to kiss you, “But you’re always so impatient.”

“You were ignoring me,” Jungkook whispered against your lips as he sighed softly into the kiss, “I don’t like when you ignore me.”

“So you’re not happy with the surprise?” You asked despite knowing the answer. Jungkook has only just now gotten undressed and you can already see the growing bulge in his Calvin Klein’s. Jungkook looked down at your pliant body laying pretty underneath him, unable to help himself from dragging his index finger over the tip of your nipples that peaked through the sheer fabric, “I love it, just dlike nt ignore my texts again, okay?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes even as he kissed along your neck lovingly, his teeth softly nipped at the skin until his tongue was running over the marks soothingly. He was already on top of you trying to control the situation and you put a hand on his chest to move him off. His brows furrowed as you began to say up forcing him to do the same, “Why don’t you lay down and let me take the lead for once, yeah?”

“Bab—“ his words died down when your finger tugged at one the bar piercing on his nipple. He looked down watching your finger circle around it teasingly scratching against him and he was folding. Now that Jungkook had relaxed a little, you took the chance to move him to lie on his back, straddling hips as his hands found your waist to hold you there. He set you down directly over his hardening length, letting you slide against it for a moment’s worth of friction. Jungkook always got so easily turned on when it came to you. He could be at work doing a tattoo on someone and suddenly he’ll remember what the two of you did the night before, how he fucked you on the kitchen counter or ate your pushy in the bathtub. Sometimes it didn’t even have to be about sex. He would think about seeing you fresh out the shower or wearing a shirt of his and nothing underneath.

“Y/n,” Jungkook sighed once he felt you lean down for a kiss. It was an open mouth kiss with your tongue pushing into his sloppily the way he liked it, your hands scratching down his ribbed sides feeling every muscle in their path. When you pulled your lips away from his, a line of drool connected your mouths and dribbled down to his chin when you kissed along his jaw. Jungkook’s hands couldn’t sit still, they needed to feel all of you. Your lingerie bottoms were nothing but a lacy thin thong that left little to the imagination but looked good nevertheless. He slid his hands over your butt, big hands pinching and helping any part of you that he could, occasionally making your covered cored grind against his dick. A low moan left his lips when you sucked on his neck leaving a trail of love bites in your wake, moving down to his collarbone and chest.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” you said teasingly as you lucked over his abused nipple that you had been tugging on. Jungkook’s breath hitched when you circled it with your tongue, sucking softly and nipping at the metal with your teeth.

“Always,” Jungkook sighed, squirming a bit as you kissed between his abs down toward his navel, fingers already sinking into the hem of his briefs, “You always make me feel good.”

“Mhm,” you hummed in content, sliding yourself off his lap until you sat perfectly between his spread, muscular thighs, “You always make me feel good too, baby.”

It’s true too. He’s your boyfriend for fucks sake, even if you used to resent him for being the way he was then; there’s no point in still feeling that way when you really do love him—whether it be healthy or not is still up for debate.

Jungkook tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, playing with his lip ring as you yanked his briefs down with a bit of force that had him groaning at the toughness. He’s not used to you taking the initiative, maybe you’ve done it once or twice but never dressed like this in a red and black room made for sex.

You looked down at his length, not surprised at all by the sight of it. Jungkook was hard, his dick was thick and flat against his navel, throbbing under your stare. It twitched like it wanted to point upward but he wasn’t there yet. He needed a little more attention still.

You placed your hands on his thighs for support as you leaned forward to be face to face with his cock, pursing your lips like you were gonna kiss it before blowing air. Jungkook had to rest on his elbows to be able to sit up enough to see what you were doing, just barely catching the sight of you reaching further down and flattening your tongue against his balls teasingly until you licked the underside of his cock too. Immediately his arms gave way and he was laying back down on the bed, eyes squeezed shut.

You wrapped a hand around his base, angling his cock to point upward before running your tongue along the side once more like he was a melting ice pop. You could see his lip pulled between his teeth and his eyes screwed shut in anticipation making you smirk. Jungkook always knew how to make you feel good and it was a boost to your ego to know that you too knew what made your boyfriend feel good. As his cock stood straight now, you licked along his tip, circling around the head and feeling him throb in your first when you sucked softly against his slit that produced precum.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groaned as he let his head fall back against rhe pillows with his hands tucked under his neck, hips raising with need to meet your mouth and make you take his cock down your throat. You grinned at the disheveled sight of your boyfriend that was caused by a little teasing and lowered your head starting back down over his balls where you knew he liked to feel your tongue first. Jungkook liked things sloppy, a bit rough and nasty. He loved having his balls played with, feeling your tongue swipe along them, sucking one into your mouth and tugging while fisting his cock. It’s exactly what you did tonight, you paid extra attention to his balls feeling his thighs tighten around you when you began to stroke his dick.

Jungkook was in ecstasy, his cock no longer needed your hand to make him stand straight, he was hard enough to do it on its own and you dug your nails into his thighs when you finally began to take him all into your mouth. A loud moan left his lips at the warm sensation of your spit coating his member, making it easier to slide him into your mouth. He could feel you try and relax your throat all around him and although the wanted to let you take your time, he was so fucking horny. He couldn’t help but buck his hips up, forcing you to take more and more of him at a quicker pace.

You shook your head no, cock in your mouth and a hand flat against his pelvis to hold him down, “Just relax, baby, I got this.”

He huffed impatiently, nodding his head as he tried to calm down, lips parting in surprise when you took him all in one go. If your mouth wasn’t full with his dick, you would’ve been smiling at the way he so easily turned to mush underneath you. You wasted no time in teasing him anymore, bobbing your head up and down while your fist strokes whatever didn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand was fondling his balls avain, squeezing them, massaging them, rubbing them against each other as you made obscene noises with your throat as you fucked him into your mouth. Jungkook’s hands closed in tight fists over the bed sheets, body caving in with how good your mouth felt on him and he was so damn close, “Fucking hell, baby, fuck.”

You could tell he was close by the way he became restless, thighs clenching and unclenching, chest rising and lowering with jagged and fast paced breath, lips drawn apart with moan after moan and it only made you double your efforts. You got rougher, faster, sloppier.

It got to the point where Jungkook had a closed fist over his eyes trying not to overwhelm himself with how good you were making him feel but it had become too much. He couldn’t take it anymore, “Okay, Y/n, there, I’m gonna cum. Come on, need to feel you—oh fuck, baby.”

His head fall back with a loud moan, spurts of thick cum coating the inside of your mouth so suddenly even you were surprised by the amount. Jungkook’s body writhed on the bed, large muscular body twitching with pleasure as he came down your throat. You gagged at the intensity, pulling your mouth away and watching it coat his own dick in it, still softly jerking him off through his orgasm.

“You okay?” You asked lovingly, stroking him as you looked down at the mess you’ve made of him. Jungkook’s eyes were a deep red that made his gaze look darker under the LED lights. His lips looked swollen and cum was all over his pelvis but he was still rock hard.

“Y/n,” his voice grew hoarse, “Need you to sit on dick, right now.”

You smiled, laughing softly as you looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 11:59pm.

“Birthday boy wants to cum in my pussy?” You asked surprisingly. The two of you rarely had sex without a condom but you were on birth control and it was his birthday… your boyfriend deserved this. As crazy as he was, he loved you and you… well, you loved him too or else why would you have stuck around? And right now, you were too turned on to care about the consequences.

Jungkook didn’t have to say anything to have you lining his cock work your wet pussy as you slid the lingerie to the side so it wasn’t in the way. As much as Jungkook loved the way it looked on you, he needed it completely off of you.

His rough fingers tugged at the seams, easily tearing it apart as you pressed his thick head between your folds. You gasped in surprise at how easily he tore threw the fabric, yanking roughly until it was in his hands and on the floor, “Baby… I’m trying to be sexy here.”

“You’re always sexy,” Jungkook said not caring about the lingerie as his hands found your hips, lowering you down his length himself, “But I like you better with nothing on.”

“Mm,” you hummed in acknowledgement, a small moan leaving your lips as this thick head finally made it past your broken hymen making the slide of the rest of his cock that much easier. Your hands fell flat against his chest for support as your feet pushed against the bed to help you raise your hips, his hands guiding you to bring them back down. It started off slowly, you began riding him teasingly only lifting yourself up a little, grinding your hips against his and doing it all over again.

Jungkook was fine with the pace as he took in the sight of your pretty tits in his face and he couldn’t help but move his hands to grope them, thumbs brushing over your nipples as his hips began to thrust up into yours making the slow ducking a little rougher.

“Jungkook,” you moaned softly as his thick length hit that special spot at the top, rubbing against your open folds and pleasuring you so well you almost forgot this was for him and not for you. He was at the point where he didn’t care about who was supposed to be making who feel good. Anything you did to him felt good and without a care in the world he pulled you down to lay on his chest, your face against his neck as he dug his feet into the mattress and began to fuck you from below. Your body bounced against his and with an arm tight around your lower waist and the other groping your ass, he was fully taking control to bring you to your first orgasm of the night.

“Feels good, baby?” He asked in a low whisper into your ear, cock working in and out of your tight pussy. You nodded your head, kissing his neck between moans as your cunt tightened around him, “So good.”

Jungkook took the lead with ease, grinding you against his aching member, so close to release once more. The clock had strikes midnight time ago and his phone was being flooded with birthday messages but he was too busy to care. All he had wanted for his birthday was to spend it with you and his patience had paid off.

He came home to you dressed so fucking sexy for him and with a promise that he could cum inside and that alone was bringing him closer and closer to his second orgasm, not worried about finishing too soon when he knew this wouldn’t be the last round.

Your teeth nipped are his neck, nails scratching along his nipples as you tightened around him once more, “Jun—babe, I can’t… fuck, please.”

“Cum for me, do it baby,” Jungkook urged you on, lifting a hand only to bring it back down hard on your ass hearing you squeal at the slight sting but your walls tightened all the same. His cock was reaching deep into your count every time you took him all in and all it took was one final spank, for your orgasm to hit. You released a loud moan into his ear, hearing him grunt as you clenched around and finally you felt the warmth of his release flood your insides for the first time ever.

He was left breathless, cock coated in both your arousals as you pulled yourself off of him and you both watch his release mixed with yours dribble down your legs, immediately turning him on once more. You looked up at him, smile on your face from how good your boyfriend looked after sex. You checked the time once more, hearing his phone buzz and you ran a soothing hand over his thigh and pulling some stray black petals off of him, “I’m gonna get a bath going, how does that sound, birthday boy?”

Jungkook smirked, “Sounds good.”

“Okay, I’ll be back, why don’t you start responding to everyone,” you told him with a wink. When you left and he looked down at his phone, a small laugh left his lips.

joon:i hope whatever surprise y/n did for u was good bc u were a bitch to keep distracted

joon: happy birthday

joon: don’t have too much fun with your girl

::.

ugh everytime I tell myself I’m tired of romantic dreams Jungkook I just come back 😭anyways little bday drabble on KooK’s bday 🥺HAPPY 26TH BIRTHDAY

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[hendersister]

everybody knows

summary: your little brother dustin finds out that you're dating steve.

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: everybody knows by leonard cohen

You’re in the middle of your lunch break from your job at Waldenbooks. Instead of going to the food court, you went to Scoops Ahoy to see Steve. As soon as you arrived, Steve told Robin that he was taking a fifteen minute break and you two went into the back room. 

Before you could even ask Steve how his day was going, he leans in and kisses you. You two have been making out for the past ten minutes, barely stopping for a breath. It’s been like this for the past couple of days, ever since you and Steve admitted your feelings to one another.

Things have been a little hectic for you since Dustin got home from camp so you’re keeping your newly formed relationship on the downlow for now. When you and Steve are around other people you pretend you're just friends and that nothing’s changed, and then the minute you're alone it turns into this. You plan to start telling people once things are more settled.

“HEY STEVE! YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT JUS-”

Suddenly Dustin comes rushing into the backroom. You and Steve immediately pull away from each other, but it’s too late. 

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!” Dustin freaks out.

He quickly leaves.

“Do you think he saw us?” Steve jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

“Shit,” you curse to yourself.

You follow your little brother out and Steve follows you. You manage to convince Dustin to stay at Scoops Ahoy so you can explain. To try to help cool things over, Steve gives Dustin a free sundae. The three of you go to one of the booths to talk.

“What the hell guys!?” your little brother groans.

“Dustin, I’m really sorry you had to see that,” you apologize, “ Steve and I-”

“We’re dating,” Steve says bluntly.

Dustin shakes his head, stunned. He knew that you and Steve were friends, but he didn’t think you were that close. Dustin never imagined that you and Steve would actually start dating. 

“How long has this been going on?” Dustin questions you.

“Only a couple of days. You were still away at camp,” you tell your little brother.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Dustin asks.

“I mean Steve and I just started dating. No one really knows about us yet,” you answer.

“You’re like the first person we’ve told,” Steve tries.

“You didn’t tell me! I walked in on you guys!” Dustin points out.

“Yeah well you would have been the first person we told,” Steve replies.

Your little brother shrugs.

“I’m sorry that you found out this way but we weren’t purposely keeping it from you. Steve and I… we got a lot closer when we both started working at the mall and it just like turned into something more over time. We didn’t rush into this,” you try to explain.

“Yeah man. I really care about her,” Steve tells Dustin sincerely.

Dustin is quiet for a beat. And then he slowly starts nodding his head.

“Okay fine,” he sighs, coming to terms with it.

You and Steve exchange a small look.

“But don't let me walk in on you guys again! I don’t wanna see any of that,” Dustin warns.

“It won’t happen again,” you nod.

“Try knocking next time, Henderson!” Steve rolls his eyes.

You glance up at the clock. Crap! Your lunch break is about to end.

“I need to get back to the store,” you announce.

You rise to your feet. Then you put your hand on Dustin’s face, covering his eyes, as you lean in to kiss Steve.

“See you after work,” you smile.

You pull away from Steve and take your hand off Dustin’s face.

“I’ll see you tonight at home, dork!” you tell your little brother before you walk away.

[antimony-medusa]

"There's just something about that guy that means I don't trust him"

Okay so, Phil has got the wrong read of Sunny. I'm gonna start off with that. He thinks they're a confident unconcerned material girl who is comfortable in the fact that their dad loves them, and potentially he thinks that they're a bit older than they are? Whereas people who have been able to see her one-on-one with Tubbo know that she's quite a bit more shy and insecure and young than she puts on! He's been taken in by the facade they're putting on, and I think that's part of why he is making jokes and comments that don't hit well. To understate how yesterday went. I think he botched the interaction with Sunny in the musuem and I hope someone tells him that, so he can apologize and fix that. And to be clear, as a phil viewer, this does interesting character work with Sunny as a sensitive child and I'm in favour of Sunnymin pursuing this line of lore. I'm staring with my little cube guy watching googles looking for the result when Phil realizes he scared a child, with great interest.

Because when you look at the musum one in context, my read is that was phil pivoting badly from an out of lore discussion into "oh hey I can explain something to sunny, who is confident and centred and knows her dad adores her" and then jokingly tried to explain the tallulah experience, and then we know from Sunny signs later that that went over like a ton of bricks. Mistake. However, when we're discussing it, I think it's fair to not have that understanding of the lore though, and to take a more pointed, villainous read of the lore! Go for it with discussing phil as cold and brusque to people who aren't his family, discuss Sunny feeling all alone in the musuem, fill your boots.

But guys, when you're discussing this as meta, I am seeing a lot of tags that are really really eager to paint Phil entirely and unequivocally as a villain and specifically cruel to children and cruel within the family, and there's an element to that that concerns me.

Phil, the cc, the guy, acts working class. He has an accent from a particular part of england that is traditionally working class, but he also has storytelling cadences and humour styles and attitudes towards challenges that are very familiar if you are from a working class or lower income community. I'm from an entirely different continuent, but the area I'm from is the sort of area that people make jokes about, and the whole way Phil acts as a CC is very familiar to me. (Note: even when he's talking about travel or stuff, he still has the "worked retail for a decade" mentality and pays attention to the staff and stuff and what they're doing, check out the brazil storytelling vod.)

And Phil's cubito, when he's not deliberately making a character like osmp crowfather, tends to have the mannerisms of someone who is working class. Even if you're not from a lower income area, I think most people can clock this, subconciously if nothing else. He swears a lot! He banters and roasts his friends and family but would absolutely do anything for them. He's informal in a very specific way.

Which is why when people pivot immediately into "why is he threatening and bullying children again" and "his wicked is showing", and "oh he's a evil stepfather/cruel stepmother" and "can we kill the child abusers now" I go Oh No.

Working class mannerisms are already stereotyped as especially prone to domestic abuse, among other ills. If you are going "oh something about him just always seemed like he would be cruel to children" maybe— push back on that one?

In the same way that during the election I was going "that may not be the play" about americans who didn't know what it was but something about Forever was just so angry and agressive (and they were talking from a perspective that viewed forever as a person of colour, regardless of how he's perceived at home), you might be talking from a perspective that encourages you to interpret Phil's behaviour with children as especially suspect. Potentially. Consider it.

And again, Phil biffed it in the musuem. That was a misstep that had me (autistic) going "oh no I see how you got there but you can all but see the sims negative relationship marker thing pop up". But I'd ask you at least to consider that it wasn't intentional cruelty, and that people can make social missteps before you jump immediately to interpreting their actions in the worst light possible.

[strniohoeee]

Parasite

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader♥️

Synopsis: Somethings wrong with Matt, and it’s scaring Y/N. When she figures out what’s wrong with him.Things take place that alter her life forever🩸

Warnings⚠️: THIS IS SMUTTTT. Vampire Matt, and uhhh some other vampire people can’t spoil anything though🖤. Just some vampire fucking, but nothing crazy🦇

Song for the imagine: Change(In the House of Flies)-Deftones

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Now you feel so alive

I’ve watched you change

It’s like you never had wings

Something was off with Matt lately he was hanging around with a sketchy crowd, and suddenly he wasn’t himself anymore. Chris and Nick had hung out with this crew too, but they didn’t act how Matt was acting.

He was honestly frightening. All I remember was Chris and Nick had gone away with these guys, and came back, and then Matt went away with them, but when he came back it just wasn't really right.

I would hang out with them, but then they would go through these weird phases of not really talking to me, or being seen. I tried to ignore it because maybe I was trying to make myself believe something was there when it truly wasn’t.

When I didn’t see them they were with those weird guys they were friends with. I honestly thought they were either doing or selling drugs, or maybe both. Whatever it was, I chose to stay out of the way of their life decisions; it wasn't really my business.

I only started to get truly concerned when Matt’s appearance changed. I mean all their appearances changed, but Matt….his was the most noticeable. Everyone noticed it, but never said anything to him about it….they were afraid?

He went from having soft cheeks, and warm blue eyes and heart warming smile to pale, with sunken cheekbones and icy sunken in dead eyes….the dead eyes scared me the most. They were so frightening often times I couldn’t look at him for too long

His personality changed as well; he went from bubbly and bright and talkative to quiet, mean and mysterious. The surrounding girls in our lives found it hot and mysterious. I found it out right, strange and weird….this wasn’t Matt.

I was really scared he was messing around with drugs or something because he completely changed, and it wasn’t for the best.

I hadn’t seen the triplets in a week as they ghosted me and went MIA to go be with those guys. I really wished they’d just stop honestly. I didn’t want to lose my friends over some weird people

I was currently sleeping, and I was having vivid dreams of Matt screaming and pleading for help, but I couldn’t see him in my dreams everything was just black

Suddenly Matt’s face appeared in my dreams with red eyes and a scary grin “WAKE UP” he yelled, and suddenly I jumped out of my sleep

“What the fuck” I said rubbing my eyes, and turning my lamp on that’s on my nightstand

As my eyes were adjusting to the light I looked down at my clock 3AM….chilling, unholy hour. I felt a presence in my room, but I chose to shake it off

“I know you feel me” I heard someone say, and my head snapped in the direction of the person. It was Matt sitting at my window sill

“Matt? How’d you get in here?” I asked rubbing my eyes again to make sure I was awake

“You should really lock your windows” he said deeply

“Matt, I'm on the second floor, how’d you get up here?” I asked getting frightened

“I told you, you should lock the windows” he said again standing up from the window sill

“You’re scaring me okay, I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but you’re not the same person I used to know” I said sitting up fully

“It took me a while to figure out what I am too” he said still sitting in the darkness, only the moonlight casting light against him

“What do you mean what you are?” I asked him

“You don’t know?” He asked tilting his head

“Whatever sick joke this is please stop it” I said getting annoyed

“This isn’t a joke…” he said to me

“Matt I’m scared, and if you say one more creepy thing I’m running out the door” I said to him

“Come on don’t be like that, I just want to talk to you” he said in a whisper

“Fuck this” I said and got up running to my door, but before I could open it Matt just appears behind me, and shuts the door

“Matt let me out” I said with my back still to him

“I can’t let that happen” he said sending chills down my spine

“I’ll hurt you” I said

“You can not hurt me” he said chuckling

I turned around to answer him, and when I did I wish I hadn’t. His eyes were no longer blue, but pitch black

“MATT WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU” I said sinking under his arms and running back to my bed

“How do you not know?” He said looking over at me

“Because this is the real world, and I’m so fucking scared right now” I said shaking

“I’m not going to hurt you….” He said walking over to me

“You’ve been acting weird lately, you look different, you disappear and now your eyes are black” I said shaking my head at him

“Exactly…don’t you know what I am?” He said smirking at me

“This isn’t real” I said looking at him

“It is real, say it you know what I am” he said to me

“You’re not a vampire” I said scoffing at him

“I am….and it’s been two weeks since I’ve lasted tasted blood, and yours smells sweet” he said licking his lips

“This is bullshit this is not real” I said pinching myself to try and snap out of it

“We are vampires, and we want you to join us” he said sticking his hand out

“Join who?” I asked him

“Chris, Nick and I….it would be a shame if you didn’t” he said

“You’re not a fucking vampire, vampires are myths” I said pushing his hand away

“Not true” he said shaking his head

“Show me then” I said

He came over and sat next to me looking at me with his dark eyes, opening his mouth and letting his fangs come out

My eyes widened and my mouth got dry

“Real enough for you baby?” He asks tilting his head

“I….I don’t know how to feel” I said looking away

“You feel scared and….aroused?” He said raising his brow at me

“Get out of my head” I said trying to push the feeling away

“It’s hard your thoughts are screaming at me” he said

“What do you want from me?” I asked

“I want to turn you, and maybe fuck you too” he said brushing my hair out of my face

“I don’t know Matt” I said shaking my head

“Oh come on, you can always be with Chris and Nick and I, and you’ll be immortal…sounds stupid but I promise you’ll love it” he said

“And if I say no?” I asked

“I can hold out, but not for much longer” he said looking over my body

“You really want me to fuck you” he blurted out

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD” I said rolling my eyes at him

“I can’t….its literally screaming at me” he said

He pushed my hair over my shoulders, and leaned in kissing my neck

“Come on” he said ghosting his fangs over my neck

“Oh god” I sighed out

“No god here, just me” he said licking my neck

“OK ALRIGHT!” I said snapping out of it

“I’ll let you turn me, but we should fuck first” I said looking at him

“I like the way you think” he said looking at me darkly

He pulled me in by my neck immediately smashing our lips together in a heated make out session, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance

Matt stood up removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt before coming back down and crashing his lips to mine

I had pulled away to remove my shirt, and scooting back onto my bed laying there in just my underwear

“Mmm so beautiful” he moaned out licking his lips as his eyes got darker

He slid his jeans off and came over to me on the bed crashing our lips together once again before kissing down my neck and to the valley of my breasts, allowing his fangs to skim over my skin

“Fuck Matt” I moaned out

“I know baby” he said against my skin causing me to squirm

He licked up the valley of my breasts till he got to my right breast taking the nipple into his mouth, and swirling his tongue around it

“Matt” I moaned out in a whisper

He went over to my left breast and did the same while rubbing his hands up my sides

He slowly started to kiss my my stomach down to my underwear before laying a kiss to my clothed pussy

“Fuck” I moaned out pulling his hair

This caused him to look up at me “ow” he said as his fangs descended

“Sorry baby” I said easing up on the pulling

“Be careful causing me pain…my fangs naturally come out that way” he said licking over his fangs with his tongue

“My bad” I said biting my lip

He removed my underwear, and grazed the inside of my thighs with his fangs

“So sweet” he said licking my thighs

“Matt please I need you” I said squirming beneath him

He leaned down immediately attaching his mouth to my cunt, licking and sucking at my clit

“shitttt” I moaned out bucking my hips forward

He pulled back allowing his fangs to graze over my cunt

“Matt….” I said getting scared

“Don’t worry baby I would never hurt you” he said looking up at me

He came back up to make out with me

“I need you now” he said pulling away

“Fuck me matt, please” I mewled out

He slid his boxers off, sliding his hand against my cunt to use my arousal as he jerked himself off

“So good to me” he said moaning and throwing his head back

He slowly brought his dick to my entrance sliding in slowly

“Fuckkk” we both moaned out at the sensation

Matt allowed me to adjust to his size before thrusting in out of me. Not too fast and not too slow

“Shit you feel so good” he panted into my ear

“Fuck baby” I said gripping onto his back scratching down

“Mmmm” he said allowing his fangs to come out from the pain

He kept pounding into me, all that could be heard was our heavy breathing and our skin smacking

I started to clench down on him feeling all too good

“Keep doing that baby I’m going to cum” he said as he thrusted into me harder

“Mmm Matt” I moaned out biting my lip slightly drawing blood

Matt’s head perked up, and his eyes got really dark, immediately licking my bottom lip

“Don’t tease me” he said moaning and breathing in through his nose

“I didn’t mean to” I said looking at him

Matt started to thrust into me harder, and he snaked his right hand down to my clit rubbing as he thrusted faster

“Shit I’m going to cum, keep doing that” I said bucking my hips again

He kept thrusting as he rubbed my clit harder and faster

“Shit shit shit” I moaned out letting my jaw fall slack

“Come on baby cum for me” he said letting his jaw fall too as he thrusted hard

“I’m cumming fuckkkk” I moaned out clenching down on Matt dick as I came. My back coming off the bed as my legs began to shake. Holding eye contact with Matt as my mouth fell slack, and I came

He helped me ride out my high before pulling out and stroking his own dick

“I’m gonna cum” he said stroking his dick faster

“Cum for me Matt” I said to him

And within two more strokes he came all over my lower stomach. Moaning my name, and holding eye contact as his eyes grew even darker

We both came down from our highs, and Matt cleaned me off. And then we got dressed. He laid down next to me

“I’m ready Matt” I said looking over at him

“You sure?” He asked looking at me

“Yes Matt I’m sure” I said to him giving him a smile

“I’m going to give you my blood first, and then I’m going to bite you. When I suck your blood you will start to die, but my blood will take over, and turn you. It won’t feel good, but slowly you’ll start to turn within a few hours” he said

“Whatever you have to do, do it” I said to him

He nodded his head, and sliced his two fingers with his fangs, bringing his fingers to my mouth allowing the blood to fall to my lips, and on my tongue

He then sunk his head down to my neck, and bit me

“OW” I kind of yelled out

Matt kept drinking my blood, and my vision was getting blurry as I felt myself slipping away. It all went dark, and then suddenly I woke up

“WHAT HAPPENED” I said shooting up

“You died, and then came back and then fell asleep” Matt said looking at me. His blue eyes coming back

“What time is it?” I asked him

“It’s 10am” he said smiling at me

“I slept for that long” I said shocked

“Well you were dead for a good portion of it” he said laughing

“I don’t want to hear that” I said and then suddenly grabbing my head

“FUCK” I yelled out

“This is the fun part, I’ll sit back and watch you” he said leaning against my wall

My head started to hurt so bad, and I felt sick. My vision going in and out as I saw all my memories flash through my mind

“Oh GOD” I yelled out gripping my head

I jumped out of the bed

“MAKE IT STOP” I said falling to my knees

“It’s almost over” Matt said

Suddenly I felt my fangs coming in, and my eyes twitching. I got up and ran to my bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. My fangs were coming down, and my eyes were black as I was changing

Suddenly it all stopped, and my fangs went away my eyes turned yellow, and suddenly back to my natural eye color

I walked out of the bathroom trying to catch my breath

“How do you feel?” He asked

“Hungry” I said with a blank stare

“We have some stuff to take care of, let’s get ready” he said smirking at me

The End

Aiii bitches how do we feel about vampire Matt. Personally I think it’s hot, but I got my own issues LMFOAOAOA. Hope yall enjoyed this 🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[bloodyymaryyy]

Bumped into you

Max verstappen x reader

Request : yes

Warnings : English isn't my first language other than that none

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The sun came up, the birds are chirping and singing happily, people on the street having fun, laughing, shouting at each other and talking, others are smiling and other are grumpy or having a bad day, not being in the mood for anything.

Nobody knows what is going on in people's lives or minds but they choose to go out today.

Y/n was a semi morning person that depends on the day and the weather as most people are.

Having being waken up by the alarm clock that she forgot to deseable the night before. She curses herself for not turning it off, she tried to go back to sleep but to no avail, grunting she got out of bed and she decided to be productive she did the household chores like vacuuming the floors and mopping them, washing the piles of dirty dishes

Planning to make something extravagant she got freshen up and dressed into something comfortable but presentable she headed to the nearby supermarket which she knew that would have the things that she wanted to make the dish.

Strolling from aisle to aisle looking for what she needed, she was suddenly hit by something losing a bit her footing she stumbled back a few steps.

Looking up at her "attacker" there was a man with short blonde hair, icy blue eyes, tall, she liked tall men...her daydreams.

His face showed concern and in his cheeks were rosy pink from the embarrassment of this whole situation.

Oh my god I wasn't looking at where I was going! Didn't meen to bump into you! * he said taking a few steps ahead where y/n was* are you okay miss?

Oh yeah I am okay, just watch where you are going next time please...

I am so sorry again! I hope you are okay again...miss....?

Oh y/n nice to meet you..?

Oh yeah I am Max btw

I don't want to sound like a stalker... But have we met before? You look familiar... I can't point me finger on it tho * her eyebrows knitted together tilting her head a bit to the side.

Max panicked said *oh I don't think so...?

Oh can I get a picture though? I want to show my family their future son in law... * y/n said biting her bottom lip softly looking up to his blue eyes

Uhm sure! * max replied his cheeks red suddenly getting shy

Y/n pulled out her phone and put on the camera app getting closer to him and taking a few selfie photos.

After seeing the photos if they are good then it dawned on her, from his perspective you could hit the wheel of her mind working, flinching a bit and widen her eyes.

Oh shit! Now I remember!... * she paused looked around and leaning near his face and whisper shout * Are you Max Verstappen?

You noticed that he was taken a back for being recognised by her and she acted quickly

Sorry I won't say anything! But my sister is a big fan of f1, that's why you seem familiar! * she said hitting her forehead * Sorry I will leave you to it!

She went to take her cart to search for the rest of the things she wanted but she was stopped by him saying her name.

Y/n could I get your number by any chance? You are lovely... * max said scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Sure! Give me your phone I will put it on, how is that?

They exchanged number and went home after a bit, while going home y/n texted her sister

The best sister

You won't believe who I just met!

Lil b

Omg! Who?

The best sister

Max mother fucking Verstappen!

Lil b

Really?!? Did you take any pictures?!

The best sister

Yeah

*picture attachment *

Lil b

Omg! You are so lucky dude, I wish that was me fr!

After that y/n and Max were texting back and forth, going to low-key dates for 3 almost 4 months y/n became his gf and him wanting to take her to his home race in the Netherlands giving her a paddock pace his second card of his hotel room having fun in the paddock and meeting all of his friends, laughing and joking around at their hotel rooms playing games and everything.

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I hope you liked it and hope its what you requested!

-🦈 anon

[serhum]

[Part 3] Birthday Game - Reader x Shohei Ohtani x Yuki Ishikawa AU - NSFW

Disclaimer: This is a 18+ writing so if you’re not comfortable reading this, please skip it! There will be a lot of smut & mentions of sex in this work so beware. ;)

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What I thought to be a short 5-minute nap went into a deep slumber. The clock shows it’s 5am already and I heard both of the men on my sides snore. “They looked really cute.” I mumble to myself. It’s really kind of them for not waking me up, although I promised Shohei another ‘session’ in the bathroom. I slowly get up from the bed as I’m still naked underneath the blanket. I tried to wiggle my way out carefully so that they don’t wake up. I collected my undergarments and slide into them. Then, I tip toed towards the bathroom after grabbing my phone and closed the door slowly, not bothered to lock it. 

I take a look into the mirror and saw several kiss marks on my body especially on my neck and chest areas. The thought of me making love with Yuki and Shohei still makes me feel giddy. Then, I open my phone to see several messages I receive from my friends who wishes me happy birthday.

“Are you awake already?” I was taken aback when I heard Shohei’s voice. He’s standing by the door shirtless, leaving him with his brief. His hair is messy but he looks too good to be true. “Ohh, I didn’t realize I was sleeping through the night. How about you? You should take a rest.” I reply and he shut the door. Shohei walks towards me and I turned my body to him. He closed the gap between ours and placed his hands on my hips and lifted me to the countertop. My breath suddenly got hard. 

“I think I haven’t tell you some of the things I really admired about you.” I suddenly said while having a staring contest with him. His face was a few inches away from me and when he heard me, he pulled away. “Really? What about it?” he grins. “Before that, I want you to pull the stool chair. This is gonna be a long talk.” I said to him while tracing his chest and abs. “Sure.” After he sits on the chair in front of me, I started to tell him the reason why I like him - not in a romantic way, more to as a fangirl. 

“I first heard your name during your time in Angels. You caught my eyes instantly,” I paused and took his hand so that our fingers interlock each other. “Since then, I found a lot of interesting facts about you online. I watched you play too even with Yuki. I like how determined you are to be a two-way player, how you tryna keep a lowkey personality in the midst of your popularity, and how you keep your body healthy.” I felt his thumb caressing my hands as well and he was so into my story. “You are such an inspiration to many, Sho. And I want you to keep being that way.” I smile to him.

“That’s very nice to hear. Thank you.” He simply replied with his husky voice and showing his eye smile. Very typical of him who doesn’t talk a lot but more into actions. “Not to forget that you’re able to challenge yourself in a completely different country and look at your fanbase. So big, just like these muscles, haha” I joked while grabbing his broad shoulders and biceps. I heard him chuckles as well. 

“If I had known you before Yuki, I’ll definitely date you, y/n.” My heart beats so fast when he muttered that sentence. That sounds like a confession to me. I look at him in the eyes and automatically my fingers reached to his eyebrows, eyelashes, and finally his lips. “You don’t realize how handsome you are, Sho. If you already have a girlfriend back in the States, she’d be really lucky to have you.” his dimples appeared.  

“You make me blush. Don’t you think Yuki will get jealous if he heard you complimented me?” he asks. I shake my head, “He already know that you’re my idol. Actually he left me dumbfounded when he said that you agreed to have threesome with me as a gift for my birthday. I was so embarrassed!” I jokingly punch his chest and he stopped me by holding my hands. “Don’t be. It’s my pleasure to make you feel special on your birthday, I should thank Yuki for this moment. I get to know you better,” he paused and I feel his face getting closer to mine. Our noses touched and there’s this electric sensation I get from him.

“I like how you hold me in your arms earlier. I like how our bodies move in sync. I like it when you play your tongue with me. I like everything about you but it’s impossible for us to be together. So I am grateful for this moment with you.” I might be carried away with the situation where we share our intimacy without Yuki eyeing us. I felt that I need to confess that to Shohei so that he knows what I feels. I feel his arms linger my body, giving me a bear hug. His manly cologne is still there although he was sweating all night. I’m actually afraid that it’s me who crossed the line? I sound like a cheating girlfriend right now but I will regret it my whole life if I don’t say those things to Shohei. Because he deserves to know how he made me feel.

He then kissed me slow but passionate, “Should we keep this as a secret from Yuki?” he asked in a lower voice. Thinking about what I said earlier, I realize that Yuki might be jealous even mad of our conversation. So I nod to him. “I’ll definitely miss you when I return home. We should spend time together again.” he said calmly while staring at me. His hands are now resting on my shoulders. “While you’re in Italy, we still have some time.” I said mumbling in his chest. Oh god, I like this man. It’s Yuki’s fault that he put me in this odd position with his best friend! 

“Shall we have a cold shower? You said you like being taken care of after sex, c’mon” Shohei said but I stopped him from walking to the shower. “Wait. I like that we have this kind of intimacy. Are you okay if I take a photo of us?” I nervously asked while grabbing my phone on my side. “I’m totally fine. It’s not that you’ll share it publicly.” I smiled at his statement. 

I activated the back camera and take candid photos of him. “Don’t be shy. Show me your sexy pose haha” I told him to pose and he acted really cool which is why the photos came out so good. “Can we also have photos together? Here, stand in front of me.” He gladly put me down from the countertop and we are now facing the mirror. “Can you wrap your arms around my neck? That’d be a good pic.” he does what I tell him. “You look so petite, so cute.” Shohei said at our reflections and I laugh. “Compared to you and Yuki, I’m just like a teenage girl.” I went along with him. 

After several photos later, Shohei spun my body to face him. “Are you done, sweetie?” asked him. I put my phone down, “Is someone being impatient for the next round? Hm?” I continue by grabbing the strap of his briefs. Teasing him a bit. “I can’t wait to touch you and feel you squirm under my touch.” He sounded so sexy right now. “I need a little bit more of you, Shohei.” I whispered and with that he lifted me and walked to the shower.

My lips reach him and my tongue is trying to find its way to his mouth. He let me explore him and reply my kiss right away. My back is glued to the wall while he’s steadying me with his huge figure. “Mmh— you- taste so good- Hhh” he murmurs in between our kisses. 

With our bodies pressing against each other, I can feel his manhood on my lower body. I grab and rub it with my hands in the same tempo with our kisses. “You have no idea how sexy you are, Sho” I stopped the kiss and state what I feel. He smirked and suddenly the cold water flows on our bodies. “Oh my god!” We both chirped at the same time and laugh. “Oops, I didn’t mean to turn it on.” He said. Shohei’s figure is big enough to nudge the shower mixer without him knowing. “It’s alright. I’m the one who’s turned on by you.” I continue kissing him after those words came out of my mouth. I feel him smirking in the middle of our kisses. “Mmh—“ he let out a sexy whimper.

I feel butterflies in my stomach when he traces my body with his lips. He leaves his saliva here and there which triggers me to stroke his damp wet hair slowly. “I love that you’re the opposite of Yuki.” I said. He stopped right between my legs now, both hands still holding my thighs so I don’t fall. He looked up to see me and said, “Tell me.” “You’re more patient when we make love.” My response successfully made him grins.

Without wasting his time, he licks my clothed pussy that’s wet already. “Uhh—“ my natural responses were closing my eyes and playing with my harden nipples. My back arched more on the walls when he slid his tongue skillfully inside my vagina, making sure my thin underwear was moved out his way. His quick movements resulted in high pitched moan from me.

“Keep going.. Shohei,” I encourage him while squirming. The vibrations he gave me down there is out of this world. I feel it coming and he licked the wetness just for him to kiss me afterwards, letting me taste myself through him. “I like you, very much” I was surprised when listening to his sudden confession. 

“Can I go inside you now?” he added. “Yes. I need you inside me.” With that, he inserts his manhood deep inside me. This time I no longer feel hurt, instead I feel pleasure all over my body. “Sweet Jesus!” I mumble in the crook of his neck and reach for his muscular arms. He doesn’t go fast this time, meanwhile he increases his pace slowly. “Do you know how fucking tight you are?” he whispered. “U-huh.. and you’re so big.” I replied. We are now staring at each other intensely. When he accurately hits my g-spot with his slow tempo, I let out a whine. 

“Yeah you’re so fucking good. Come to me- come inside me—“ I chanted to him in a teasing way. I can feel him close to his climax when his body got more intense and he closed his eyes, with mouth opens. “Aahh- fuck” he sounded so manly in my ears. “But I’m not done yet.” I told him and I swiftly change our position where I pushed him to sit on the shower seat. 

I happily took control and now I positioned myself on his lap with my back facing him. “Do you like that?” is what comes out of my mouth when I took his whole length inside my vagina and sliding it up and down. His hands are now cupping my boobs from behind. “I like it when you take control, sweetheart” he responded. I turn my head to kiss his lips. “And I can’t stop riding you, Sho.” I keep circling my hips around him and feel so much pleasure. 

Minutes go by quickly that this shower has witnessed our numerous positions from the standing doggy to leg-up. We were enjoying our intimacy too much that I started to realize that Yuki is still in the bedroom next to us! Both Shohei and I have finally stopped our session and moved on to washing each other’s body in the shower. We took shower together where he rubs the liquid soap all over my body and on the other hand, I tried to wash his thick black hair. I tip toed to reach his height but he was kind enough to lower himself. It’s so fun with him around. He’s so playful but sexy at the same time. Shit, I can’t keep him out of my mind now.

“Are you done, princess?” Shohei asked me while drying his hair with a towel. I nodded. “I’m done, just a moment.” I tried to wear my undergarments and the last thing I found was Yuki’s oversized shirt so I decided to wear that. “Thank you for everything. I really enjoy our time together.” I confessed to him and gave him a peck on his lips. Before he responds anything, I walked out of the bathroom, leaving Shohei behind. 

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To be continued

[mindingmybidness12]

Tara Carpenter x Gn! Reader

Suspicious Minds Part 1

Warnings: Cursing and swearing... like a lot

You were rushing to an early grave and there was nothing you could do to stop it. It all started when Your alarm clock failed to wake you up on time. This, of course, made him late to work which brought him to where you are now. Tearing down the bike lane of your neighborhood while getting your ass chewed by your boss. 

“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!! YOU’RE LATE!! YOU HEAR ME?? LAAAAATE!!”

“Sir, I am quite literally five minutes away. I was only supposed to clock in only a minute ago–”

“One minute is a minute too much! Now you're telling me you're gonna be FIVE MORE MINUTES LATE?? UNACCEPTABLE!!”

He then resorted to even more yelling and at this point you were already over it.You couldn’t help but think about where you're headed at the moment. You were rushing into a dead end job just to get yelled at by your douchebag boss and for what? The pay wasn’t even that good. He was just bullshitting you to believe that nobody else would hire you, when in reality, nobody would really want to work for a jackass like him. Except you did.

Key word here being did. You promptly slammed on the brakes of your bike and focused on the phone call.

"Now you listen here you old ass piece of shit," you started causing him to splutter but you didn't give him the time to recover "I have had it up to here with your crap! You treat me like shit. You underpay me. You're smelly, ugly, fat, and old as shit but you still got the nerve to push me away from the register every time a woman comes by like they're actually here to see your fugly ass! You're fifty years old in a beginner's level karate class! Get on a damn treadmill first! Then after you've had your fill, choke on a bag of dicks and fall down the stairs. Then if you find it in your ugly soul to get back up, then just go all the way to hell !!"

You hung up the phone before he could recovered and started laughing as you did. How's that for a two weeks notice? You started dancing in celebration. You couldn't help yourself. You were finally free from a crappy ass job and a crappy ass boss. Now you could finally turn your crappy life back around. Free at last, free at last! As you were dancing, you hit a quick spin around while transitioning to doing the Dougie you made eye contact with Tara Carpenter of all people. Your jaw dropped and you felt heat creeping up your cheeks from the embarrassment. Still you tried to make a pass at being casual.

"Uh.. hey.. H-how's it going?"

You were not casual.

Tara let out a giggle and grinned at you while returning the greeting with a 'hey' of her own. You had to fight the urge to not grin like an idiot. You tried not to make it so obvious that you were into her. You and her shared only one class but you ended up sitting next to each other and working on an assignment. You had no intention of falling in love with anybody but it just kinda... happened. You cracked one half hearted joke and she tried and failed to hold back a snort. From then on you were always seen together in Biology. Laughing, cracking jokes, and teasing. Sometimes you would even get threaten to be split up or thrown out of class but you always managed to keep this calm before that happened.

As much fun as you two had with each other it would always stay within the classroom. It wasn't your fault or hers, it just how it seem to end up. There were days where she'd ask for you to come hang with her but you were stuck working at a shitty job to help pay the bills as an emancipated adult. There were the rare times that you were free after class but she would be linking up with her own friends. You didn't take it to heart but it kinda sucks that you only saw each other few hours out of the week. Before your thought could wonder off too far, Tara grabbed your attention once more.

"So who was the poor person you went full psycho on just now?"

You rolled your eyes but responded anyways.

"Just my dickhead boss... or should I say former boss? Cause I just quit. I've had enough."

"Oh! Well I'm glad you've stuck up for yourself." Tara congratulated you. You just smiled at her while nodding your head in thanks. Tara smiled shyly while turning her head away from you. While the silence stretch on and you were inwardly trying to think of something to say to get the ball rolling. You didn't know if this silence was supposed comfortable or not but you we're kinda afraid to let it go on longer than this.

"So whatchu doing out out here?"

Tara huffed and then went on to explain how she had plans with one of her friends only for them to bail last minute. You just hummed and nodded along as she vented a little bit to you.

"Well sucks to suck doesn't it?"

Tara snorted while giving your arm a shove. You chuckled back before you started thinking again. Tara's plans were cancelled so she was free. You were free from a shitty poopy job with an equally shitty poopy boss. You were already out and together. Hmm.

Chance!

"Hey, Tara wanna go do something?"

"Like what?" she asked looking up towards you.

"Like... I don't know, hang out? Grab a bite to eat? It's like the first time both of us are free and together right?"

"Yeah... yeah!" She nodded getting excited about finally getting to chance to hang out with you outside of class.

"Alright then, let's go."

A/N: The end for now. Thanks for tuning in and let me know what you guys think of my very first post here. I'll see you when I see you.

[kimbapisnotsushi]

here's a list of things that i have done or have happened to me as a tutor who primarily works with small kids that i think would have also happened in some equivalent manner in suga's elementary school classroom:

one of my eight-year-olds, during a writing/spelling exercise: "i'm going to write 'I f'ed the dog' because I don't want to write 'I will feed the dog'!" me, trying not to lose it: "we are definitely NOT going to do that, let me help you change it"

my coworker who was teaching the soft 'g' to a pair of twins: "right, so we have 'g' like in giraffe! . . . but i don't know what sound a giraffe makes, sorry kids" me, who was sitting at the next table over and had been completely silent up until that point: [suddenly 'ERRROOOOOS' like an elephant] "yeah sorry that wasn't it i don't know what i was doing"

and then my coworker started laughing so hard she couldn't breathe

my boss: "the next person we're going to hire is going to be based off whether or not we can matchmake them with you"

all jokes obviously but i bet this happens to suga by the main office people

a seven-year-old of mine was trying to write "brian tried all kinds of airplanes" but i cut him off at "brian tried all kinds" bc he had spelled 'kinds' as 'kicks' and i was trying to redirect him like "think carefully - ki-NDS, how would we spell that?"

and he thought for a moment, erased the 'c', and replaced it with 'n' and left it like that

what do we get when we replace 'c' with 'n' in kicks. you tell me.

the "i f'ed the dog" eight-year-old had a project where we had to do a bit of research and i was trying to get him to read the sentence "he was born in canaan" and he squinted at it and then yelled really loudly "CANADA!!"

i was doing some context clue exercises with that same eight-year-old where we read a short passage that used a silly word in place of a real one and we had to figure out what that silly word meant, so the passage was about this girl named liselle who was a good friend except friend was replaced with "gringle" so it was all sentences like "she's a good gringle because she's nice and plays fun things" "we've been gringles since we were two years old" "liselle is one of my favorite gringles" and it went something like

him: "she's married?" me: "not quite! they play together and they know each other well, so what do you think liselle is to this person?" him, enthusiastically: "A GRINGLE!"

(yeah i was having the hardest time trying to keep it together then)

me: "sort of! when you've known someone for that long, what do you become?" him, suddenly very serious: " . . . a man."

and THEN i lost my shit

sometimes that eight-year-old has a session at the same time with another eight-year-old and they get along like a house on fire. i give them spelling tests where they have to write a sentence for each word and when i gave them the word "where" one of them yelled "WHERE DID YOU COME FROM" and without missing a beat the other one immediately yelled "WHERE DID YOU GO" and normally i'd have them write longer ones but that was so fucking funny i let it slide

this was funny bc right before that i gave them an example of "where" by singing the only two lines from "cotton-eyed joe" that i knew

"i f'ed the dog" eight-year-old, during another writing exercise: "i'm going to write 'the clothes are stained with cheese'!" me: "oh like melted cheese, right?" him: "no, dry cheese! because i rubbed it all over my clothes!" me: "this sounds like a personal experience, did this happen to you?" him: " . . . noooooo"

sometimes when i have to teach analog time to the kids i just take the clock my boss got from IKEA off the wall (bc we don't have any fake models LMAO) and bring it over to the table and the first time i did that the kid looked at me like i'd just committed the most heinous crime in the world

[bartxnhood]

complete | m.c

michael clifford x reader

summary: you surprise michael after his long tour, all he’s been wanting is you.

warnings: none

a/n: time for some mikey appreciation, i love him sm and i rarely see anyone writing for him :( this is also my application to become ur fave 5sos writer lmao. enjoy ! feedback is appreciated <3

Copyright © 2022 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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as the tour officially came to an end and the guys went back home, it was days in the studio for michael writing and creating melodies for the guys. he loves it, sure. it’s his passion after all. making music people can enjoy no matter how high or low one is feeling, seeing fans across the world sing and dance along to their music is what kept him going. but it was draining. incredibly draining. sometimes he’d forget to sleep, it would be seven in the evening then the next time he looked at the clock it was already five in the morning. he would even forget to eat as well. but he missed you most of all, he was gone for months and all he wanted was to feel your soft touch and the sound of your voice.

you missed michael too, his dorky jokes whenever the two of you hung out. getting to hear snippets of their upcoming songs or projects. he was your soulmate, you hated being away but also it was the price of dating a very well-known artist. when you got the news your boyfriend and best friends were back you had cleared it with everyone that you’d surprise your boyfriend. you brought some of his favorite foods and a few sweet treats to congratulate him on the successful tour.

knock knock

michaels head lifted from the computer, he looked at the door and raised his eyebrows. he wasn’t expecting anyone. especially not at the studio. he pushed himself away from the desk and walked over, opening the door and revealing you. you had a wide grin and multiple bags in hand. “hi!” you cheered, michael chuckled in disbelief he stood to the side letting you come in. similarly to him, you were in a hoodie and sweatpants. “what are you doing here?” he asked, shutting the door quietly following you. you sat down the bags of food and turned to your boyfriend who looked awful. not in like an ugly way, but like ‘oh my god you look dead, why haven’t you slept’ type of way.

your grin went to a frown almost immediately. “babe, your eyes” the faux blonde shook his head, “i’m okay” he tried to assure you but it only made you worry even more. you wrapped your arms around his tall figure, holding him tightly. to michael this is all he wanted, taking in your scent again. he closed his eyes feeling at peace for the first time since returning home. when you pulled away he felt his heart skink a bit. he wanted to hold you longer.

“what did you bring?” his eyes flickered to the bags then back to you. “well” you started, bending down and fishing out a few products. “i have some of your favorites and a few sweets so we can celebrate your successful tour” the grin on your face made him smile. he nodded and led you over to his sofa where the two of you would sit and eat a little of everything while michael told you stories of tour life.

it was getting later in the night now, you two had been talking for hours. just missing each other. you stood up from the cushion and started cleaning up all the trash decorating the sofa. michael watched, you could be doing the most absurd thing and he would still think you were the most beautiful person on the planet.

gently he reached out for your arm, “could you hug me again? i think i need it” you turned to look at him, giving him a nod. “you didn’t have to ask.” you crawled back onto the sofa and held michael. “i missed you so much” he breathed, his arms resting on your torso. you smiled, kissing his forehead. “i know. but get some rest, yeah? you deserve it”

within minutes, he was fast asleep in your arms. soft snores escaping his lips. this was all he needed, you and your touch.

[13rsystories]

The night that changed everything.|Monty de la Cruz x y/n part 1.

Warnings: Bruce walker (but in my story he’s a good guy.), swearing,a little bit of smut (making out and some teasing ;) ) I think that’s it.

It was just a normal day in Liberty High School you were hanging out with your friends Jessica and Hannah until all the Jocks came over to your table Justin dating Jessica somehow meant you and your friends were now a part of the “popular” group. And as much as you HATED the jocks you didn’t mind the company.

“Hey guys.” Justin said wrapping his arm around Jess

“Hey” Hannah, Jess, And I said all at the same time.

Something felt weird the jocks seemed very quiet today, no random flirtatious things getting said to me from them like they usually would, no stupid jokes, nothing. I went to speak until I felt a certain jocks eyes on me I locked eyes with the jock. It was none other than Montgomery de la Cruz. But why was he staring at me like that? Was there something on my face or was it that I actually tried looking pretty today and he noticed?

“I’m having a pool party tonight as my parents are gone for a few days” Bryce Walker finally spoke up breaking mine and Monty’s eye contact with each other.

“Who’s down to come?” He asked the group

“Sure, Jess, Hannah?” I looked at my two friends with a soft smile.

My friends along with everyone else in the group agreed to going to the party I mean to be fair nobody ever says no to a party especially one at Bryce Walkers house. The bell rang for the last period of the day I grabbed my bag and started heading to math class which I ironically had with Montgomery.

“Wait up!” Montgomery yelled to me running up following me to class.

“Can’t walk yourself to class Montgomery?” I said jokingly a laugh following.

“I can I just…” he paused seeming a little nervous. “I just wanted to walk with you.” He said confidently.

I rolled my eyes playfully “Mhmmm” was all I could say before entering the classroom.

The afternoon went annoyingly long as I was watching the clock getting excited for the party later on tonight all while Monty decided he’d sit next me today instead of the blonde girl who seems like she has a crush on Monty. I looked at him confused as he sat in the seat next to me he just smiled at my confused look but today was not the day to sit next to me as the teacher decided the person next to us would be our partner for the entire year.

“Guess I chose the right day to sit next to you” he said with a small smirk

“Why’s that?, because I’m top of the class or because the blonde you usually sit next to isn’t exactly the smartest…” I said the last part pretty quiet but loud enough for Monty to hear.

He laughed at the last “maybe both of the options”

I laughed sarcastically and rolled my eyes playfully “Are those the only reasons?” I asked curious.

He looked away from me seeming to be nervous to answer the question

“You don’t have to answer the last part” I smiled softly at him.

Finally the bell rang and you could finally go home and get ready for the party, you packed up your things and headed out of the class you and Monty parted ways as you headed out of school to meet up with Hannah and Jessica like you always did. They both waved you down so you ran to them and like always you all walked home together.

“Guess who I got partnered up with for math for the rest of year?” I said looking at both the girls.

“Montgomery?” Jess asked not really surprised as you answered her with a yes.

“How’d you know?” I asked with surprise in my voice.

“Oh come on y/n you know he’s had crush on you since the first party we dragged you to” Hannah said with a smile

“No way, I mean he flirts with that blonde girl a lot I doubt he likes me.” I said in an annoyed tone.

“You do know that she’s just a distraction from you, right?” Both girls questioned me

“And how do you guys know that?” I questioned them this time.

“I’m dating Justin, I know a lot” Jess shot at me

“Y/n, hang out with him at the party tonight and see what happens maybe he’ll tell you he likes you” Hannah suggested

“Ugh fine” I finally caved in and we finally arrived at my house.

The two girls followed me into my house the 3 of us greeting my parents before heading upstairs to my room to get ready for the party. We always get ready at each other’s houses wearing each other’s clothes, good thing we all have the same size clothes and surprisingly the same size shoes too. I wore a black lace dress with my black bikini underneath as it was a pool party after all. Jess put my matching white crop top with a skirt and white bikini underneath and Hannah wore a flower dress with a random bikini underneath. We told my parents we were leaving and said our goodbye’s and grabbed my dad’s car keys and driving to Bryce’s.

We arrived at the party walking inside together like we always did and as soon as I saw him, Montgomery de la Cruz looking more handsome than he did at school. No I do not like him not in that way.. at least I didn’t think so.

“Ladies you finally arrived!” Bryce said walking towards us and handing us a drink each.

“Hey Bryce, thanks for the drink” I smile and take a sip of whatever the heck he poured into the red cup.

“I plan on getting fucked up tonight!” Jess said

I decided to walk to the rest of the people at party and took a seat between Monty and Zach, oh Zach Dempsey the sweet and kind jock you have had a little crush on for a while but he didn’t feel the same as he had eyes for your friend Hannah. You chugged down the rest of your drink and all you could think of was your friends telling you that Montgomery de la Cruz had a crush on you. Don’t get me wrong he’s a VERY attractive guy but he’s also a jerk to so many people and you couldn’t date someone who gets into fights almost everyday at school.. at least that’s what you thought.

“I’m gonna go into the pool, would you like to come y/n?” A voice spoke over the loud music.

I looked at the person talking to me and realised it was Monty “uhh sure..” I said shyly

I stood up and started walking towards the pool getting undressed at the same time leaving myself in my bikini.

“Don’t have sex in my pool Cruz!” Bryce yelled out

I rolled my eyes playfully “He’s not that lucky, Bryce!” I yelled with a playful laugh following it

The jocks laughed with me as I put my dress on a pool chair and finally jumped into the water. As I floated back up I saw Monty staring at me as he took his shirt off leaving himself in his shorts, I couldn’t help myself and started staring at his toned abs he obviously noticed me looking as the next thing he says before getting into the pool caught me off guard.

“I know I look hot but what happened to “he’s not that lucky”?” He said with a smirk

“What?” I blushed and looked back at his face noticing the smirk.

“Don’t pretend you weren’t just staring at my abs y/n”

“I uhh.. was not!” I laughed nervously.

“CANNONBALL!” I heard Justin yell as he jumped into the pool with us.

Monty and I both laughed at Justin and finally Jess joined us in the pool meanwhile Hannah and Zach were both hanging out in the pool house watching Alex and Scott play a stupid shooting game.

“Aw how cute two couples in the pool together” Justin joked and both mine and Monty’s cheeks turned a light pink.

“We aren’t dating” We both spoke at the same time.

“Not yet” Jess spoke up and smirked towards me

“Any of you want a drink before I join y’all?” Bryce said coming from who knows where

“Yes please” I said looking up at Bryce.

Bruce came back now shirtless with two drinks in his hand and slowly sliding into the pool with you, Jess, Justin, and Montgomery. He gave you your drink and you thanked him with a smile, an hour goes by everyone else had left the pool and you and Monty had moved to the hot tub.

“Finally we’re alone” Montgomery said breaking the awkward silence

“Don’t bother trying anything Montgomery.” You said slightly serious but slightly joking at the same time.

“Oh come on y/n you can’t resist me” he laughed and smirked

I rolled my eyes playfully and before I knew it I straddled his lap and got closer to his face

“You’re right Monty, I can’t resist you” you smirked lightly

His arms wrapped around your waist now pulling you closer (if that was even possible). “God you have no idea how much I’ve wanted this” he says before breaking the inch between you and his lips you guys made out and suddenly you felt yourself start to grind against him. He groaned at the friction that came out of nowhere you smiled against his lips and pulled away now kissing down his jaw to his neck sucking and biting as you go.

“Leaving your mark, hm?” He said with a smirk

You nodded while kissing his neck and leaving a few marks on it, he tightened his grip on your wrist and moved your body against his now hard length. A moan slipped out of your mouth at the feeling of his hard on against your clothed core.

“Yesss get it Cruz!” Yelled Justin from a far

Everyone could see you both and suddenly everything stopped as you were now embarrassed.

“Fuck y/n, why’d you stop?” He hissed

“I don’t want my first time to be in front of everyone…” you whispered to him loud enough for him to hear

“First time?” He looked at you a little shocked

“Yeah.. I’m sorry I uh should go..” you quickly got out of the hot tub leaving Montgomery by himself as you were embarrassed.

[curse-04]

Written for @hinnyfest

Prompt 4: In the Holyhead Harpies Locker Room.

Warning: NSFW content in the first two paragraphs.

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His mouth roved all over her body, kissing, sucking, and occasionally biting any bit of skin he could find. It was brilliant, being like this with Ginny, both of them almost completely naked. It had been three years since the war, and it had taken him and Ginny two months after the war to get back together. The best part was that no one had clocked on to it.

He could see what people meant, there was a certain appeal to sneaking around behind people's backs, he thought as he circled his tongue over one of her nipples, eliciting a moan from her that told him just how much she enjoyed him doing that. "Harry," she breathed. 

The door opened, of course, and they were interrupted. Harry quickly pulled back, throwing the Invisibility Cloak over himself as Ginny frantically got dressed.

"Are you dressed?" They heard Molly Weasley's voice. She was the only one other than Harry who was allowed in the locker room after a match.

"Yes," Ginny replied. Three years of sneaking around- especially behind Ron's back- had given Harry and Ginny the ability to dress up very quickly. Their hair still remained a mess though.

"That was an excellent match, dear," Molly said, coming around the corner and grabbing Ginny in a bear hug. 

"Thanks, mum," Ginny said, smiling. "Say, do you think I can get those apple pies of yours? I did score 8 goals, after all. A woman gets hungry." 

"Of course, love," Molly replied. "Everyone else is waiting outside. They're all so proud of you."

Ginny grinned. "What's not to be proud of?" 

Molly chuckled. "Absolutely nothing," she said fondly, before her mood dropped a little. "Harry had to go for an errand," she continued. "He'll come around one day, Ginny. I'm sure of it." 

Harry almost choked on his laugh right then and there, and he could see Ginny biting her cheeks to stop her from smiling too much. "I already told you, mum. I've moved on to… better things," she said, glanicng over at where Harry was standing, causing him to feel a warm glow in his chest.

Ginny and Molly talked for another few minutes before Molly left, extracting from Ginny a promise to visit more. "I can't even be mad at her," Ginny said. 

"Yeah," Harry said. "I know the feeling."

"Oh?" She asked.

Harry nodded. "Just a few minutes ago, I told you I had a gift and you just jumped me. How could I be mad at that?" He asked.

Ginny blinked. "Wait, you have an actual gift?" She asked.

"Well, there's no need to be so surprised," Harry said. "Do I not get you enough gifts?"

"You do," she said, placing her hands on his arms. "I just wasn't expecting one now." 

"Well, you might like this one the best," Harry said, drawing out a Snitch from his pocket.

"A Snitch?" Ginny asked. 

Harry held the ball out to her, and just before it could fly away, Ginny's fingers wrapped around it. "What-?" Her question was cut off when the sound of cracking was heard from the Snitch.

Ginny's eyes went wide as she saw the Snitch break into two halves and fall away, dropping a ring in her open palm. "Please tell me this isn't a dream or a joke," Ginny said. "If this is a joke, I swear to Merlin, Harry, I will fucking kill you-"

He shook his head with a smile, cutting her off. "Ginerva Weasley," he said, taking her arms in his hands. "I could give you a million reasons I'd like to marry you, and it still wouldn't be enough. But since I have very much forgotten my prepared speech, I'm going to wing it if that's alright with you." 

She laughed and nodded excitedly with a huge smile on her face, so he continued. "You've seen me at my worst, and you didn't shun me away, you've seen my scars, and you love me despite them, and I know that even if I tried, I couldn't find a better person to spend the rest of my life with because you're the strongest person I know, you're my best friend. It's you Gin… it's always been you. So, would you like to make it official and marry me in front of our friends and family?"

"Yes," she whispered, wiping a tear from her eye, and claiming his lips in a very heated, very passionate kiss that left him no doubt of what her answer would be. "Yes, Harry, I'll marry you," she said through a watery laugh. 

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and slipped the ring on her finger. It was a silver colored ring, and it had a diamond resting elegantly on top.

"Were you worried I'd say no?" Ginny asked, hearing his sigh.

"Of course," Harry said. "You could destroy my dreams with just a single word you know that, right?" 

"Your dreams?" She asked, curious tone to her voice. "What do you dream about, Mr. Potter?" 

"The usual," Harry said. "A big house, somewhere between 3 to 10 kids, and you and I still shagging like rabbits after many, many years." 

She smiled. "That sounds nice," she said. "And I think I can help you with the last one." 

"You're so good at it, too," he murmured, casting a quick, silent Muffliato as she slipped his pants down and kissed him on the lips. 

[lemonluwrites]

I am not a Tarsier! - Duality fanfic

This is my entry to the fanfic contest! I hope others as well could find enjoyment in my work also minors DNI my content is not suited for you

this whole fanfic is based on an ask I sent to the creator @dualityvn​ on anon (yes the jig is up it was me all along) this fanfic took me longer then excepted due to certain stuff happening in my life so I’m super happy I was able to get it out on time! I’m also happy to introduce my OC Chase! He’s my little blorbo

I apologize is some things don’t make sense I wrote this in the span of two weeks late at night while sleep deprived

also update on My One And Only (Is You) part two is still being written I have half of it typed up and a few familiar faces will appear 😉

now on to the fanfic:

Songs used to help write this fanfic (in no particular order) - I NEVER EXISTED By Chase Atlantic | Outrunning Karma By Alec Benjamin | Anti-Hero By Taylor Swift | Nonsense By Sabrina Carpenter

Content Warning - Sexual themes (nothing to graphic) | Mention Of Suicide | Mentions Of Drug Use and Overdose | Cheating | Violence (If I miss anything let me know)

Word count - 6415

Everyone was heading home as news of heavy rain caused a slight panic around the office. Chase guesses it was due to some of their work clothes being expensive or rental. He didn’t really have to worry about that as his suit was a hand-me-down a parting gift to be exact, but he still wouldn’t like to get wet as he remembers his siblings lightly teasing him about how he looked like a cartoon cat when ever it got wet. Fur all lobbed down, miserable and angry looking. Come to think of it, his siblings weren’t the first ones to make the connection his friends also joked about it as well this eventually earned him the nickname Tomcat although that was only partly why they chose that nickname the other part was because of his promiscuous nature.

But that was the old him.

As he was clocking out, one of his co-worker Jacob, had invited him to a club somewhat near the office building. Chase, tired of being cooped up in his apartment, reluctantly agreed although a part of him felt like he didn’t deserve to go out and let loose it almost felt selfish but before Chase could change his mind Jacob was already gone, he sighed as he went to retrieve his umbrella only to realize it was gone great someone must have taken it bastards; He thought bitterly. He looked out the window and saw it had yet started pouring

If I’m quick enough, I think I could make it home, Chase thought before making the ultimate confirmation and racing out the building as he jogged home what started out as small droplets of water slowly turned in to full blow rain storm

”Shit, Shit, Shit fuck me”

Quickly, he used his blazer as some form of umbrella, but that proved to be pointless as his blazer was soaked in a matter of seconds. He knew this was his own fault for thinking he could jog all the way home instead of being a sensible person and calling a taxi but he wasn’t know to be the brightest of the bulbs as a matter of fact he was sure all that drugs probably damaged his brain.

Before Chase could be sucked deeper into his self-loathing thoughts, he noticed a flower shop up ahead, the open sign staring at him dead in the face. Quickly, Chase rushed inside. The sweet smell of flowers hit him, reminding him of a certain perfume his mother always wears. It’s almost nostalgic. At the front of the shop Chase hears a chuckling he turns to see a blonde with a green apron behind the register. The blond quickly covers his mouth as a delicate shade of pink spreads across their face upon noticing they have been caught. Chase guesses he must have looked upset as the blonde quickly tried to backpedal

”Sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you. It’s just you look like a wet cat and-”

Clearly struggling with some form of excuse, Chase decided to help the guy out, knowing he didn’t mean any offence with the comparison as a matter of fact it left a warm feeling in his stomach he was sure it was because of being reminded of his siblings by the comment

”No, no, you're fine it’s.. Not the first time I’ve been told that, actually”

The blonde looked almost relieved to hear that he glanced at the shop’s windows. Noticing the heavy pour of rain, he turns back to Chase, giving the other a shy smile.

”Pretty bad weather today, huh?”

Chase tried to dry his hair but saw no use as it was pretty soaked along with his clothes. It clung to his skin almost like a second layer. Yeah, he is going to need a shower when he gets home. The shop itself was a little cold, probably due to certain plants and flowers needing the cool temperature. Besides the flowery smell, the whole place had a nice earthy feel to it. He enjoyed it.

’Hmm? Oh yeah… sorry if I just barged in here, I was looking for shelter… You know, for the rain.'“

God, how pathetic he used to be more sociable than that. Now he can’t even talk his way out of a paper bag. Maybe the drugs really did ruin his brain

”It’s really no trouble. Feel free to look around while you’re here.”

The blond smiled in a way that didn’t reach his eyes typical customer service move. Chase can’t really blame the blond as Chase felt the other’s pain having worked in customer service himself. He knew the struggle of always having to put up a front. Chase carefully stepped off the black mat by the door, feeling a tad bit guilty for leaving water on the floor as he walked around, knowing the poor guy probably had to clean it up. He scanned the rows of plants and colorful flowers, unaware of how many flowers and plants there are. Reaching the front of the store, he pretended to be interested in a certain plant as he glanced at the blond. Now that he was much closer to the blond, he couldn’t help but think the other was cute, especially his eyes. He couldn’t help but be reminded of a tarsier one he had encountered as a child because of a neighbor at the time owning (illegal) exotic animals.

The blond must have noticed his staring because they made direct eye contact. Chase quickly whipped his head back at the plant in front of him, feeling his face warm and embarrassed to be caught staring. He moved away from the register, trying to put as much distance as he can hopefully to save himself from an even more awkward situation.

Chase sighed as he stared at the long row of flowers and succulents. He doesn’t really know much about flowers, but he remembers his mother loved them and if she loved them, dad loved them too every day without fail, they would both be out in the backyard tending to mom’s garden sometimes even lazing it out on the grass like if they were a young couple again then whenever they returned from outside they always smelled that earthy smell that Chased loved so much. But when his mother grew depressed, over the coming years slowly but surely, she became a shall of her former self. She had no energy to take care of her garden or herself. It was almost like a representation of her mental state. As her garden died, she did too. After she passed, Chase tried to care for her garden, but nothing he did ever brought back the little flowers to life.

Maybe… he could try again. Maybe if he starts small and work his way up, he could have a little garden too and make his mom proud. Plus, it could really bring out some color to his monochrome apartment.

”Hey Um…”

Chase walked back to the register, more determined than ever after all, once he sets his mind to something it was hard to stop him. He leaned in close to the blond trying to read his name tag.

”Keith. I might get a potted plant, but I’m not sure what to pick. Have you got any recommendations? Maybe something that won’t die easily.”

Keith’s entire face light up as he nods exponentially

”Of course! A few good options would be succulents such as aloe vera. Peace lilies are also nice if you want something less spiky. and spider plants are also another popular option for beginners”

Chase was a tad bit overwhelmed by the suggestions as he watched Keith point at each plant at rapid speed, assigning each name to the respected plant, detailing on how to care for them. Chase found new respect for his mother and Keith at that very moment. It’s honestly amazing how much they knew about plant life.

”I’ll get the spider plant. I could hang it up by the living room window.”

Keith happily nods, moving a stool ladder as he climbs up gingerly to reach for the hanging plant. Chase watches Keith’s form, his eyes trailing the other’s body specifically his rear as inappropriate thoughts enter his head. He’s snapped out of his stupor, mentally scolding himself for being a creep. He quickly whipped around at the sound of metal scrapping the floor. Chase quickly rushed and caught Keith by the waist before he could fall, helping the other steady himself.

”Are you ok?”

A light blush appeared on Keith’s face. As he faced down, Chase followed the other’s gaze. Noticing he was still holding on to him, he quickly released Keith, almost as if he was burned. Now it was his turn to blush. What is happening to him? He had never been so flustered by someone before. As a matter of fact, He’s the one always making people flustered. He has no idea why this guy is making him lose his cool. Maybe Chase is just tired, and he hasn’t gotten laid in forever, or maybe Keith reminds him of someone.

Keith carefully steps down the stool ladder with the help of Chase holding the potted plant for dear life, almost as if the small succulent was way more important than his well being

”Thank you for saving me”

Chase rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere else besides Keith

”It’s no problem, really”

They both walked back to the register as Keith scans the small, plant he looks away for a, moment almost contemplating something

”Have you had trouble taking care of other plants before? I can give you tips on other species too, if you like.”

”Yeah, a bit. My mom actually had an extensive garden, when I was young”

”Oh really? That must have been lovely! What kind of garden was it?”

”Ah, I think it was a flower and vegetable garden, but she sadly got sick and couldn’t care for it. My siblings were too young, so it fell on to me. I ended up killing most of them by over watering them BUT I want to try again to show my mom I have a green thumb as well, so if this plant is a success, I’ll come back for more.”

By the time Chase was done paying for his new green child, the rain had subsided. Keith carefully hands Chase the plant. He gingerly takes it, not wanting to drop it as he turns about to leave. Chase looks back at Keith, knowing he should just shoot his shot. After all, he has nothing left to lose.

”Hey, I know this is kinda out of the blue and don’t feel pressure to agree or anything, but do you want to grab a bite to eat sometime maybe as like a date”

God, why did he feel so awkward? It’s not like this is the first time he has asked someone on a date. Come to think of it, he has never had a serious relationship. They have always been flings and one-night stands, sometimes friend with benefits, never anything concrete. Maybe that’s why he felt nervous because technically he never went on a date well unless you could count the bedroom as a date.

Keith’s entire face went red, making the blond look adorable

”Oh, hehe, I’m flattered! But I already have a girlfriend. I’m sorry”

Chase chuckled, smiling warmly at the other. He waved his hand reassuringly as part of him felt disappointed, but still there was nothing he could do in a way he was glad he asked either way.

”it’s fine don’t worry about. Thanks for the recommendation. Have a good day”

She must be a lucky girl, Chase thought briefly. Even though there would be no romantic outcome, he hoped Keith would be a friend, at least.

Keith returned the smile as he waved goodbye. Chase stepped out of the flower shop, he sighed before making his way back to his apartment. Upon arriving, he quickly hanged up the spider plant by his living room window, stepping back to admire it. It looked nice; he thought before, quickly checking the soil to see if his new baby needed water. Once he made sure it did not, he stepped into his bedroom and headed straight for the connecting bathroom to take a much needed warm shower. He would have to text Jacob after saying he can’t make it to the club with him.

Once done showering, he looked for his phone, grateful the rain did not damage it and sent a quick text to Jacob, letting him know he wouldn’t make it Jacob replied with a sad face asking maybe next time next time. Chase contemplated for a moment before sending a quick yeah next time for sure.

Chase plopped down on the bed, feeling exhausted. He thought back to Keith, remembering about how his face light up with excitement, his eyes widening with joy as he talked so passionately about each plant. Chase laughed quietly to himself as he was once again reminded of a tarsier… and his mother. Keith is like her, in a way. To their knowledge of flowers and plants right down to their sweet nature, still there was something about Keith that felt different. Chase just couldn’t place his finger on what it was. He rolled to his side facing his bedroom window, watching as the street light come on. Not bothering to cover himself, he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, before leaving for work, Chase checked on his spider plant soil, still wet. Not time to water it yet.

”Please don’t die on me buddy, it would break my heart”

Chase lightly petted his plant before leaving. On his way to work, he passed by the flower shop. He peeked at the window to wave hello to Keith, but he saw Keith wasn’t there. Huh, maybe he has the night shift?

Not thinking much of it, he continued on his way to work

As soon as he entered the building, Jacob bombarded him with questions about why he couldn’t make it. Chase confirmed he had gotten caught in the rain and just wasn’t in the mood anymore. He had conveniently left out the part about meeting Keith, which he knew if added he would just be teased (the guy is worse than his siblings he swears he is not sure if that is a good thing or bad) he thought it would be the end of the conversation and they would resume their work but Jacob was insisted they go out together and hang out if Chase didn’t know better he would have assumed Jacob wanted to sleep with him but Chase did know better Jacob was just a friendly guy nothing more nothing less at least he hopes so besides maybe this was a way to get back in to the grove of things and finally get laid maybe he could finally have his old life back before the drugs before the betrayal

Who the fuck is he kidding? He was a bastard back then sleeping with who every would have him and breaking hearts without a care. More often than not, he was the other man breaking up marriages and relationships.

It was just easier for him that way, much better to use sex as a way to cover his fear of being the one heartbroken and abandon leave them first before they leave you, right? But Chase knows it was just a bandaid for the real problem. Then the drugs got introduce he was in his last year of college when he went home for vacation to see his parents everything had seemed fine his mother seemed fine it’s when he left just a town away when he got the call his mother ha taken her own life that was the moment he was gone that was the moment a part of his died

The drugs only made things worse he would only get temporary bliss before he was at it again looking for his next fixed his collage had dropped him not wanting to ruin their reputation he distance himself from his friends and family looking back on that he was selfish he should have been there for his siblings but instead he was off getting high somewhere

The thing that woke him up that snapped him back to reality was when he overdosed that moment when he staring at the ceiling of some stranger’s house feeling his heart beat hundred miles per second multiple thoughts came to his head one of them was his siblings god he didn’t want them to see their big brother like this never like this and how he never apologized to his friends for being an asshole there was just so many things he never got to do and he wasted it all on this and given a second chance he would do things differently he swears on it than everything went to black

He woke up in a hospital surrounded by his family and friends and then it was like something broke in him. He cried. It was like everything he was keeping inside finally came out: the hurt, the pain, the misery.

Since that day he started his recovery, it was a long and painful process. The withdraws were hell. Everything he ate, he threw up. It was hard for him to gain his appetite again. He also had to gain his weight back and, fuck he was always so damn cold it was hard for him to get warm.

He is thankful he wasn’t alone during those times. His best friend and siblings were there through every step of the way.

Eventually, he recovered. He had gone though eight months without a drop of drugs when he found out through his mother’s diary that his father had been cheating on her on and off with his current girlfriend and that was the reason for her depression and eventually why she took her own life. And his best friend knew about it and didn’t tell him about it. This man who he treated like a brother took him in when his own family neglected him, this man who he spent his entire childhood with whom he told his deepest secrets kept this from him. It was the final nail in the coffin. Chase won’t lie and say he almost relapsed, but instead he ended up packing his things and leaving his hometown and finding a job here.

He is not sure he could forgive his former friend. Maybe he just needs time away from everything.

Chase eventually made a promise to Jacob that he would join this time. That’s how he ended up not at a club as he had initially thought, but a bar, a nice one at that. Chase was sent to get a round of drinks for him and his other co-workers that had come along. Apparently, they all needed a night out when he was approached by a beautiful redhead. Her skin tight clothes and the swing of her hips caught Chase's attention rather quick. Almost instantly, the self loathing and doubt were gone. He felt like himself again, maybe too much like himself. What started out as casual conversation over a couple of drinks turned in to flirty banter and light touches, she then fluttered her eyelashes and asked in a sweet voice.

”You want to come back to my place? We could finish talking there”

”Lead the way, sweetheart”

Chase knew they weren’t going to be talking. He knew where this night was going. What was supposed to be a one-night fling turned in to a weekly meeting or whenever either of them was horny most of the time, it was usually after she was done with work hell sometimes it was even before work they had fucked once or twice at her jobs parking lot as a matter of fact that’s when he found out her name (Lorie) anything to release any pent up stress he didn’t mind being used and discarded as long as he wasn’t alone with his thoughts anymore

One his day off he had just finished showering when he received a text from Lorie asking if he wanted to come over Chase having nothing better to do said yes

”Good. Meet me at my place. I should be home in a couple of minutes. See you soon handsome”

Chase got dressed, grabbing the keys to his car, and drove over to her apartment. Her place was always the meetup. Chase just didn’t feel comfortable inviting her back to his apartment. She was just a booty call, anyway. He had decided long ago only those he was close to would step foot at his place. He didn’t want to risk being robbed… Again.

When he arrived, she was already waiting by the steps of her building. As soon as he stepped out of the car, she ran and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a kiss on the lips. He eagerly kissed her back, pulling away momentarily to give her a mischievous smirk.

”Wow, next thing I knew, you’ll get on one knee and propose.”

Lorie rolled her eyes and playfully smacked Chase's arm before wrapping her arms around Chase yet again

”What? Can’t I just miss you?”

Chase bobbed his head side to side, almost thinking about it when he already knew his answer

”Depends. What do you miss most about me? Is it my charm, my oh so good looks or-”

Chase leaned down and whispered in Lorie’s ear

”-Is it my tongue on your wet pussy.”

He kissed her neck as he slowly made it to her shoulder. A shiver ran through Lorie as she pulled Chase closer to her. A passing jogger caused them to pull apart a blush on Lories cheeks as Chase chuckled. She quickly took hold of Chase’s hand and lead him inside the building.

She fiddled with the keys before finally opening her door and pulling Chase inside before the door even closed Lorie had already jumped on Chase, wrapping her legs around him as they made out Chase carried Lorie to her room as he already knew the layout from being here so many times as he pushed the door to her bedroom open him and Lorie fell on the bed almost quickly shirts where being discarded to the side Chase was about to unbuckle his pants when he saw the bed shift he looked up and saw Keith staring at him Chase felt frozen in place as the realization slowly hit both of them

”Chase, what’s wrong?”

Lorie followed Chase's gaze. She let out a gasp as she pushed Chase off her. He tumbled to the ground as Lorie jumped from the bed and tried to cover herself.

”Keith, oh my god, I swear this isn’t what it looks like you were supposed to be at work, oh my god.”

Chase picked up his shirt from the floor, seeing as the mood was ruined now. He looked over at Lorie as she tried to frantically come up with an excuse. She eyed Chase, almost asking for help, but Chase simply raised an eyebrow at her, refusing to step in. Keith stood from the bed. He was heaving, his face twisted in to anger and pain.

”Keith babe, I swear to you this isn’t what you think he-he tried to take advantage of me. I’m-I’m so glad you're here.”

Chase sneered at her. How fucking dare she make him look like the bad guy and accuse him of something he didn’t do.

”Are you fucking serious Lorie?!”

Chase turned to Keith, his eyes softening. He tried to take a step towards Keith, but the other pulled away. Chase didn’t know why that hurt more than anything.

”That’s not true Keith. I have the text messages to prove it. Lorie is cheating on you. I’m sorry if I would have known I-”

Chase was cut off as a chill ran through his body something was… wrong with Keith his eyes looked off and his lips seem to stretch in to a squiggly line blue spots began to appeared on Keiths pale frame then he grinned teeth sharp as razers Chase takes a step back as Keith gets closer to Lorie Keiths eyes becoming fully purple

”You know, I had a suspicion you were messing around. I tried to tell Keith, but he wouldn’t listen, but I caught you in the act and now I’m pissed off”

Lorie took a step back, her body shaking. She seemed to be just as surprised as Chase was. This wasn’t Keith, this was… someone else.

”G-Get away from me!”

Lorie tried to run, but the other guy was faster. He pounced on top of Lorie’s back, pinning her to the ground. She let out a cry of pain as the other guy yanks on her hair.

”Rude little whores need to be punished.”

Before the guy could cause harm, Chase wrapped his arms around the guy’s middle and pulled him away from Lorie, the guy taken aback for a moment long enough to drag him out of the bedroom until he scratched at Chase's arms

”Gah! Keith, stop snap out of it!'“

Chase lost his grip on the guy as he was slammed to the ground with enough force to knock the air out of him. He let out a gasp as he tried to regain himself.

The guy takes a step forward, his eyes locked on Chase when he paused, a frown gracing his strange lips. He brings a hand to his head as a light groan escapes him.

”For fuck’s sake, not now!

He holds his head in his hands and digs at his hair. Chase watches in horror. He knows he should run get Lorie away but he just couldn’t look away. His appearance changes once again. His blue skin turns back to a rosy pale, his mouth changes shape forming back in to a normal human mouth and lastly his eyes they go back to looking like a tarsier. That’s when Chase knew his Keith was back.

”Keith? what the hell just happened!?”

Chase slowly rose from the ground, placing a hand on his back, feeling the pain of being slammed to the ground. Keith’s hands shook as he looked at Chase, his eyes on the brink of tears.

”I’m so sorry! This shouldn’t have happened. It’s all my fault. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I-”

Before Keith could finish, Lorie steps out of the bedroom, her face tear stain her hair a mess. She looks at Keith and Chase and says in a bitter voice,

”Both of you get out. I don’t want to see either of you”

Keith almost flinched at the words he opens his mouth to speak but is quickly shut down by Lorie, who raises a hand to stop him. dejected Keith walks to the door, but Chase stops him, pulling his arm and whispering in his ear,

”Wait for me outside. I’ll handle this”

Keith stares at Chase before nodding, leaving the two alone. Later, as night fell, Keith sat on the steps of the apartment building, the night air becoming colder. Chase eventually walks out. Keith quickly stands from the steps waiting with batted breath. The two men stare at each other before Chase sighs.

”I managed to convince her not to call the cops told her you had some double personality, although now she wants you to stay the hell away from her and never contact her again”

Keith looks down at his feet, nodding at Chase. He turns and sits back down the on steps, placing his face in his hands. Chase follows sitting next to Keith. He glances at the night sky, knowing he might regret his decision, but he can’t help but feel guilty even though he didn’t know Lorie was dating Keith, he is still responsible for this whole mess besides he wants to know what the hell happened why Keith suddenly turned in to the incredible hulk.

”Hungry?”

Startled, Keith looks at Chase, almost forgetting he was there. He probably assumed Chase had left.

”I- You want to have dinner with me even after everything?”

Chase shrugs, leaning back on the concrete steps. He kinda regrets doing that as pain shoots up his back. He lets out a small hiss as Keith looks on in worry.

”Well, it is my fault everything went to hell and aren’t I owed an explanation for why you went full hulk smash on me”

”Hulk smash? Oh, you mean Tenebris. I’m sorry about your back”

”So that’s his name. I was calling him by yours the whole time. My back will heal. I’ve been through worse shit"

”Yeah that probably upset him even more”

”Well, that’s good to know next time I get the shit knocked out of me”

Chase knew it was a poor attempt at humor when Keith grimace, his face still riddled with guilt. Chase hesitantly placed his hand on Keith’s shoulder, showing the other it really was ok that he knew the other didn’t mean to hurt him. Keith halfheartedly smiled before frowning once again. Chase stared back at the sky, wondering how he could fix this, if he could fix it. Maybe it was the big brother in him that wanted to solve everyone’s problems, or maybe it was just he didn’t like to see Keith upset. They sat there in silence. The only noise was the passing cars. Chase suddenly stood up, taking a couple of steps before he looked back at Keith and held out his hand.

”Are you coming or what?”

Keith stared at Chase like he had grown two heads, which was ironic. Keith‘s eyes trailed down to Chase’s hand before taking it. He gave Chase a shy smile.

”Where are we going?”

Chase smiled as they walked side by side, neither of them nothing to let the other’s hand go

”There's a little diner not too far from here heard the food was great from a co-worker”

The small diner came in to view. Upon entering the establishment, the whole place was styled 50s themed. Keith’s eyes widen as he looked around in amazement. Chase couldn’t help but chuckle as he was once again reminded of the cute little tarsier.

They found a booth by the jukebox machine. They seemed to be the only ones. Well, besides an old man who they both were sure was asleep and a college student cramming for her finals, judging by the way she looked like she was about to bawl. The lights were dimmed as the jukebox played a soft tune of instrumental acoustics, making the place oddly romantic. The server came to their table, pulling out two menus, then her notebook. Keith looked over at Chase, then back at the server's worried expression on his face. Chase knew what this must be about.

”It’s on me. Get whatever you want”

”I can’t ask that of you! I’ve already done too much-”

”Keith, it’s fine. I promise I’m offering”

””Are you sure?”

”One hundred percent”

Keith smiled softly as he turned to the server and placed his order. Chase just ordered fries and a milkshake as he has been craving that since he moved here. Another awkward silence fell on the both men until Keith broke it.

”He’s sorry”

”What?”

”Tenebris, he said he was sorry for hurting you”

”Oh blueberry guy”

Keith almost bursted out laughing but quickly covered his mouth

”Do not call him that to his face. He would get so angry”

”He deserves it for my back!”

”He said sorry!”

”Tell that to my back!”

They both stared at each other before laughing. This whole situation was ridicules Keith the boyfriend (Ex-boyfriend now) and Chase the other man having a romantic dinner together neither didn’t think they would be here. As their laughter died down, Keith stayed quiet before asking,

”Does it bother you?”

”Does what bother me?”

”Tenebris and… me”

”Ah… No, not really. What bothers me is he hurt me and tried to hurt someone else, no matter if they deserved it or not. That’s just not right”

”I know. He won’t do it again. I was so angry he just took over and I couldn’t control him. Thank you for helping me and convincing Lorie not to call the cops.”

”It’s no problem. I’m also to blame for this as well”

Keith lightly tilted his head to the side, the frown returning to his lips.

”Did… Did you know?”

Chase knew what Keith meant. Truth be told, he didn’t, but that raises another question for Chase he doesn’t like to think about. Would he have cared if he knew?

”No, I didn’t know she approached me at the bar three weeks ago and I didn’t think much of it”

”Would you have cared if you knew?”

Shit

Chase’s jaw tensed up. He looked down at his hands as his thumb rubbed the back of his hand. He was hoping Keith wouldn’t ask him that because he himself did not know the answer.

”I… I don’t know

”You don’t know?”

”No, I don’t… Truth be told, the old me would have not given a shit. I’ve broken up my fair share of relationships. I was an asshole”

”And now?”

”I want to believe I wouldn’t have, but deep down I know myself and the truth is I’m still that piece of shit asshole I was back then no matter how hard I try to be different hell a part of me wants the old me back god in a way it’s like I’m stuck I don’t know who I want to be”

Keith stayed quiet. He slowly reached his hands to Chase, rubbing his knuckles.

”I like this you”

”You don’t even know me”

”No, but we could change that and so far from the little I’ve seen of you, I like what I see”

Chase chuckled. A light blush appearing on his face as he looked at Keith gazing in the other’s eyes. He couldn’t help but be drawn to them. He cleared his throat, gently pulling his hands back.

”Ok, enough about me. My turn now. What’s the deal with you and Blue’s clues is it like a multiple personality thing or…?”

”No, it’s more complicated than that. He’s been with me since I was born. He’s like a separate entity”

”Like a demon?”

”What? no he’s not a demon”

”Do I need to break out the holy water and bible?”

”I’m not possessed!”

Chase laughed. He kind of liked to get Keith all railed up. If it meant he could see that little pout on the other’s face, it was worth it.

”Ok Ok Tarsier I believe you-”

”What is a tarsier?”

”What?”

”You called me Tarsier. What is that?”

Chase’s face went bright red. He hadn’t realized he called Keith tarsier by mistake. This was honestly the most embarrassing moment in his life and he has a lot of embarrassing moments but that was usually with family or friends. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from Keith before sighing and facing the blond again.

”You know those things in the tree that look like squirrels?”

Keith shook his head, confused about what Chase meant. He wasn’t sure how to explain the little creatures, but he would try to do them justice.

”Yeah! Tarsiers are haplorhine primates of the family, Tarsiidae. They are located Philippines, Malaysia, Indonesia, and Brunei. they have big beautiful eyes. Some people think they are creepy looking, but I always found them cute.”

Chase pulled out his phone and typed in to Google. He then turned his phone to show Keith. He made a face of disgust.

”You think I look like that?! They're ugly! And my eyes aren’t that big!”

”No! They're cute! You're just being bratty! And yes, they are!”

”You think that’s cute!? you could have said I looked like a penguin or something, not that!”

”Penguins are bastards and yes, I think they are cute! I’m just trying to say I you're cute and I love your eyes!”

Chase caught himself and once again he was turning red. He looked away. Mentally cursing himself. He glanced at Keith, who, despite having the same blush on his face he had a sly smirk.

”You think I’m cute?”

”Ok yes, I think you're cute�� Just like a tarsier”

”OH MY GOD”

They both laughed. Keith tilted his head back as tears fell from his eyes from laughing so hard. Chase couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. It’s been a while since he has laughed this hard with someone. He likes this. The server came with their food, causing them both to cover their laughter and smiles, but as soon as they left, their eyes locked on each other, Keith reached for Chase's hand, as both interlocked their fingers.

They walked out of the diner, stomachs full and holding hands. Chase walked Keith back to his apartment.

”This is me. Thank you for tonight. I really needed”

”It’s no problem. I also kind of needed it”

”I’m glad I could help… Well I should go uhm, I’ll see you around?”

”Uh yeah, I’ll see you around”

Keith seemed to deject. As he turned to walk to his apartment, Chase turned to leave, but stopped in his tracks. He took a deep breath and turned back to Keith.

”Hey Keith”

Keith instantly perked up as he turned to look at Chase.

”Yes?”

”What time do you get off work tomorrow?”

”at 12 why?”

Chase walked closer to Keith, now standing inches apart

”Do you want to go out with me? Only if you want too, of course”

Keith beamed. He smiled so wide Chase thought the other’s face would hurt.

”Yes!”

Keith blurted out happily before lowering his voice again. A blush appeared lightly dusting his cheeks as an embarrassed chuckle escapes his lips.

”I-I mean Sure”

”Great, I’ll pick you up after work then”

Chase leaned down and kissed Keith’s cheeks and whispered in his ear,

”I can’t wait. I’ll see you tomorrow, my tarsier”

Chase pulled away as he walked backwards before turning around, taking off only for him to hear

”I AM NOT A TARSIER!”

Chase laughed as he headed home. He honestly couldn’t wait to see Keith again.

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HELL IS EMPTY

ALL THE DEMONS ARE HERE

Wanda is the Scarlet Witch. After going through the heartbreak of losing her perfect fake life, she cannot settle down with just a real and empty one. Wishing for all that should be impossible to have – it’s just not the most safe choice to make, or the most healthy life to fantasize about, but for her, it’s not a choice at all. Her children. Her boys. They are the last and only source of happiness remaining in her life. And Wanda want… WILL… have them back. She will destroy whatever it takes. Kill whomever is in her way.

But there’s consequences. The living and breathing embodiment of a nightmare, created by the decisions of no one other than the Scarlet Witch herself. All that Wanda should have predict, and all that she will never forget.

They are equals – with a destructive mind and the power to end it all. Two sides of the same blood stained coin.

Warning ⚠️ ⚠️ This story will contain talks of depression, anxiety, grief, gruesome murder and other sensitive topics. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

A/N: DOCTOR STRANGE: MoM SPOILERS! I intend to make this a small series, after seeing the movie I just could not stop thinking about it.

English is not my native language, so there might be some mistakes. Sorry!

Anyway, enjoy!

Part 01

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Doctor Strange used to be happy. After the last fill months, the blip and the battle against the Mad Tyrant – Thanos, things have not looked as bright as they used to. Sure, they haven’t for a while now. Being someone devoted to his responsibilities just as extraordinary as he’s abilities – things can get… complicated. Maintaining a personal life is just as hard as any mission to safe the entire universe.

The woman he loved just got married.

Five years away, it was hard to keep up with things. But, married? Getting the invitation felt like a slap to the face. Watching the ceremony imagining himself standing in the altar, waiting anxiously for the love of his life, and then, waking up from the day dreaming with a smiley and giggly ‘I do’, said by man who should be him? Yeah, things were not looking great.

And they just went downhill…

Fighting in the street with a giant, slimy monster that destroyed a dozen of cars, a bus, the whole side of a building and then a few stop lights just to get to this one teenager. The same one that not only stole his ring, and tried to run away with it, but confirmed that his recent nightmares are real –, lives from different universes.

By the time one in the afternoon round up in his beaten up clock, Strange had already seen a corpse of himself. Witch he buried illegally, in the ground of the top the building. And by the next morning he had dozens of friends and fellow sorcerers dead. All littering the floors of the supposed to be sacred and untouched land of Kamar-Taj. The closest thing he had to call home. Destroyed.

It was a lot to deal with just so little time.

To make things even better, people kept asking him if he was happy. Like, come on. Were they joking? Could they not see by the tiredness in his eyes, small cuts and bruises in he’s face, and all the small little red flags on he’s demeanor that, in fact, Doctor Strange was just a bad decision away from fucking everything up?

America could. The scared, yet though looking teenager seemed to be the exception. Besides, of course, Wong. America could see that this Strange was still trying to make everything right, even when he actually wasn’t. That was the proof needed. He was different. This Steven Strange was different. Not a version that would betray her in the last moment out of despair, and try to absorb her powers just like the monsters chasing her between worlds.

This version of Strange was no perfect man, he was actually far from it. And this imperfections shaped he’s will to do the right thing, even if it is the hardest one. Just like he had done once, against Thanos.

Ghosts from the past, haunt the future. It’s everyone’s choice to decide if they will forever control their minds, or not. Strange choose no. But only if everyone choose the same. Maybe universes wouldn’t be stuck between the war of grief.

The idea was simple enough. After almost dying – again –, and Wanda losing the dark hold, the duo knew that getting the damn book and keeping it away from her, was the right thing to do. Or at least, the only chance they had at the moment. So, America jumped them into another universe, and they landed in the most depressing place they’ve ever seen.

A home. Clean enough to let them know that someone lived here, but without furniture. Just a hollow, black and white prison – it was as the colors had ran away, something out of an old movie. America felt something wrong in the air, Steven walked carefully. They could cut the tension with a knife.

Wisely, America stood behind. Watching the flanks while Steven keeps his eyes glued to the end of the hallway. This weird felling in his chest alerting him to get ready. Someone was there, waiting in the living room. The top of his cape standing at the sides of his face protectively.

They round the hallway, foot squishing the old looking white carpet and stopped. Not even a single move. America was so tense that she couldn’t even breath. The silence was deafening, and made both feel like they were not where they supposed too.

A couple of pictures, framed, stud alone in the floor showered by the faded light of the window. No, this place is private. It’s story was melancholic, saddening. The whole atmosphere felt like screaming them to leave. Run away and never came back. To not let its dark history to overcome their minds and control their reason.

In the corner of the squared living room, a woman.

Hair a bit tangled, face red with tears that she didn’t have anymore. The sadness in her eyes made America flinch, and Strange realize that pain could hurt even more than what he already knew. It scared him. To have the proof that someone can go far beyond hell and just, keep going. Stumbling in search of something. Anything at all.

She was seated in the only chair remaining in the house. No one lived with her anyway, she was alone. Silent, at first she could be easily taken by dead. But no, she was very much alive. Her body framed with this undulating warmth, dark like the most concrete shadow Strange has ever seen, and yet, alive like a fire. The color of her eyes pulsating out of the blackness surrounding it like ink, which could capture anyone’s attention. Similar to the intriguing dance of the waves in the sea.

Between her slim and long paled fingers, the Blackhold. Seemingly a lot less heavier than the chaos it’s pages could cause.

“Took you long enough”, she murmured with a raspy voice and extended her arm. The book waiting in the palm of her hand.

The cape moved in Strange’s shoulders, not liking how easy it seemed to be finally getting what they were looking for. Something so important, to be handed without a battle? America clenched her fists. Something seemed off.

Sensing the tension in the air, the woman waved a hand. The empty house changed, Strange expected dead apple trees, red angry skies and dark clouds with the smell of dark magic lurking around, like it was alive and waiting to pounce. Instead, he sees nothing. Just darkness, a feel itches of water above the ground and the lonely shine of a light far up, pale and faded like the light of the sun before. Around them, no walls, no view. It felt like the bottom of the ocean, he could actually sense the numbness touch he’s skin like an unwanted hug.

“Better?”, she asked without really wanting to know the answer. Strange just looked at her, obviously uncomfortable. America keep looking in to the darkness, felling anxious and paranoid. She could swear that something would run at them any moment now. “There’s nothing there”, the teenager looked to her surprised. Did she just read my mind?

“It’s a projection. All you see… It can’t hurt you now, it’s… it’s in the past…”, America frowned even more. “Now, take the damn book”.

“You’ll just give it to us. Just like that”, she doubted it.

“No. I expect something in return”, the ominous woman denied and Strange prepared himself for a fight. “I want a ride”, she said.

He blinked, looked to America and back at her, like she just talked to him in Spanish. “I’m sorry, what?”. The woman took a deep breath and slouched in her chair. Her dark eyes moving to America with a sense of obviousness that made them realize exactly what she wanted. “You want to go to another universe”.

“Yes”, she responded easily.

“Why? You don’t want to get your imaginary kids back to, right?”, Strange said with exhaustion. Having no idea who this woman was, and being way too stressed with the treat of a collapsing multiverse to care.

She took a long and calming breath. The darkness around them came to life with a low rumble that both could fill vibrating in their ribs, like it could squeeze the air out of their lungs and pop their hearts faster than they could feel the pain.

“They may not be real in your reality, but in this one… they were”, her voice cracked a bit, a dangerous mix of loss and rage that felt almost the same as Wanda’s.

Past sentence. America hated the felling creeping in her chest, almost freezing her in place again. The woman closed her eyes and the darkness dissipated to let the hollow home show around them. No bright colors, no happiness, the felling in the air was the same, but the view changed.

She looked to the left, guiding them both to the couple of pictures. Broken glass and damaged framing, but the color in the printing was far more alive than anything else in there. Even her. Big smiles and bright brunet hair. Two boys playing in the yard with a ball, Wanda seemed to call them both back home. The sun shining in the sky, no clouds, just the never ending blue above the front of that same house.

The second one, was a little more simple. The woman had a book in her lap, eyes closed while Wanda kissed her forehead. Both of them cozy and warm under the blankets, and wearing matching weeding rings –, the silly secret of a random midnight conversation kept away from the world by a closed door. The vulnerability was different from the one visible now. Was a happy one, comfortable and safe.

“I don’t want them back”, she said after a minute of heavy silence, “I now how the multiverse works. They would not be mine…”, the broken little whisper felt like an iceberg in the air. “And, I know, that I don’t exist in other universes too. I… shouldn’t even exist in this one. I’m a flaw in the fabric of reality. Like a deviant, but different”.

“A what?”, America whispered. Strange shook his head.

“Who are you, and how do you know so much?”, the demanding tone in his voice almost cracked with a simple look. The darkness called him like power to the weak and penetrated the skin. Steven got goosebumps immediately. She wasn’t even trying to look in to his head, so what in the hell was he felling?

Silence. She just kept looking until it became almost too much.

“If you don’t want them back… then what is it, exactly?” America questioned hurriedly, trying not to stare, sensing the cold breath of air running down her spine. Strange was afraid to, more than she had seen with Wanda.

The duo stud tense. Tiny little orbs of dust danced in the air between them. The silence muffled their ears. Strange could easily count to America’s heartbeat, drumming furiously while they both tried to figure out if that was the right moment to pick up the book and run.

“My name, is Y/n Maximoff. Widow… Widow of Wanda Maximoff”, she controlled the urge of crying like every time she thinks about it.

America’s eyes bulged, Steven swallowed thickly. That was not good. A million dangerous questions started running in their brains as they waited for the answers.

“I know a lot of things”, she continued tiredly, “I learned them when I was a little kid. The blood that runs in my family is ancient and… powerful”, the way she choose her words was flawless. The slight accent was European and very recognizable.

“Are we in Sokovia?”, Strange asked more to himself than any other.

“Yes”, she said dryly.

America clenched her fists; waiting for the answer of the most important question in her mind, like it would be the last piece of the puzzle. The last bit of information that would say if this woman was an ally or just another extremely dangerous enemy. The Darkhold still in her hands, looking even more intimidating then it used to be in Wanda’s.

When Y/n opened her mouth, she turned out to be both.

“I want her dead”.

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Leather Houses, Chapter 1

Mike lives in the same small, boring town he grew up in.  Then he gets a panicked call from his best friend, Joanie.  What originally seems like her overreacting turns into a nightmare that starts to consume their neighbors - and possibly them as well.

Another horror story.  Like any horror, there are some content warnings for this one.  I’m going to try to tag them, but just in case:

Body Horror (pseudo. Not actually bodies, but potential trigger)

Emetophobia (nothing graphic or on screen, but referred to)

Memory loss/Gaslighting

Blood mentions

Death (off screen)

I was originally going to post the first half of this, since it’s 4 parts total, but I want to see how well this part does before I post any more, since it’s such a departure from what I’m known for on here.

It all started in the most mundane way possible: my best friend, Joanie, called me in hysterics.  To be clear, she did this quite frequently.  Joanie was prone to getting worked up over the smallest things, like spilling water on her shirt, losing her sneakers for the third time in a day…. any little inconvenience.  Every molehill became the next Mount Everest when it happened to Joanie.  The only reason it was tolerable was the fact that, when things really got pear-shaped? She was rock solid in an actual crisis.  Just… not in the face of a stubbed toe.

As usual, I let her ramble until she ran out of breath. “Joanie. You know I can’t understand a word you’re saying when you’re this upset,” I sighed heavily. “Did someone send another letter about your house?”  She had bought her first house about a year prior and immediately painted the exterior a glorious tangerine color.  It made me smile every time I saw the absurd, shining beacon of her personality.

Her neighbors though? No smiles there.

A few sniffles came through the phone as she tried to calm herself down to a dull roar. “Michael.  I know I sound crazy, but please humor me.  Where is the closest grocery store?”

Confused, I played along. “It’s on the corner of Fourth and Maple.  Right where it’s been our entire lives.”  Sanderson, Vermont, clocked in at a robust 500 inhabitants, and not much in the way of shopping.  Fourth and Maple wasn’t just the closest grocery store – it was the only one we had.

“And who owns it?” she demanded.

“Uhhhh… I guess Max MacReady does now, but his parents used to.” I sat down and rubbed the back of my neck. “Joanie, what’s going on?”

“I ran out of coffee, so I headed over there to get some more. Normal day stuff.” I prepared myself for her to tell me the store was out of coffee, and preemptively started telling myself not to strangle her. “But when I got there, it was boarded up.”

“Wait, what – “

“Boarded up, Michael.  And it looked like it had been boarded up for years, if not longer.”  She was starting to cry again, and stopped to take a couple more deep breaths.  “I went to the library to ask Suzie Fuller about it, and she looked at me like I was speaking another language!  She swore there not only wasn’t a store there, but there never had been. And she told me she never heard of any MacReadys living in Sanderson.”

“Joanie,” I groaned. “That doesn’t make sense.  Everyone knows the MacReadys, she was just pulling your leg.”

“No. You don’t get to tell me I am over-reacting,” she nearly shouted. “I asked around.  Unless the entire town is in on the joke, no one here has heard of them.”

“Joanie – “

“Check the phone book,” she demanded. “I’ll wait.”

Swearing under my breath, I decided to humor her.  Sanderson had stopped printing phone books a while back, like most places I would imagine, but I had one from about twenty years ago under one leg of my kitchen table to keep it from scratching the floor.  I managed to pull it free and tucked my phone back into the crook of my neck. “Okay. Looking at the M’s…..”  I froze in my tracks. The list of names jumped straight from Mackintosh, Abigail, to Meyers, Thomas.  “Maybe they’re unlisted,” I pointed out. “I’ll grab one of my yearbooks.  Max was only a couple years ahead of us.”

“You think I didn’t try that, too?” Her voice was tinged with the kind of laughter that belonged at a funeral. “But go for it.”

It took a moment to find it, but eventually I had my high school yearbook from freshman year.  I flipped through the sophomore, junior, and senior classes, trying to find a photo of Max, but to no avail.  And it was clear that it wasn’t because his photo wasn’t taken – a handful of other students had placeholder silhouettes instead of actual photos.

Max just didn’t exist in the yearbook.

I was arguing with myself as much as with my friend at this point. “People don’t just stop existing,” I tried to explain.

“I know,” she sniffled. “But you’re the only other person I’ve found who remembers anyone in that family, or the store, ever existing.”

I was halfway through putting on my jacket before I even realized I had made a decision. “I’m going down there.  This has to be some kind of prank.”

“A prank wouldn’t change a fifteen-year-old yearbook,” Joanie pleaded. “Or a phonebook that isn’t even being printed anymore.”

“I have to see it for myself.  I’ll call you back.”

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On the walk over to the store, I constructed arguments in my head with whoever the person pulling this insane stunt was.  It was so mean-spirited, so cruel.  I couldn’t even imagine who in Sanderson was even capable of so thoroughly erasing someone’s entire existence.  Or better yet, why?  This was beyond witness protection level stuff – the movies always seemed like the person going into witness protection would ‘die’ and then suddenly a new person would move into a house across the country.  I was so focused on trying to figure out who was doing this, and why, that I was startled out of my thoughts only by one thing.

The door to the store wouldn’t open.

I realized that I had, on autopilot, walked all the way to the store and attempted to walk in like I had done thousands of times over the years.  But the door was locked, in broad daylight.  I gave it a couple more, experimental tugs, but it remained firmly closed.  A closer inspection showed a lockbox covering the deadbolt, the kind that realtors used when they were showing houses.

Slowly, I stepped back and looked around.  Joanie hadn’t been kidding when she said it had been boarded up for years. The signage was gone, paper lined the windows on the inside, and a few roofing tiles had blown away in one lopsided patch over the entrance.  Even the windows, which had been pristine and well lit the day before, showed yellowed cracks in a couple of spots – the kind of cracks that came from age and temperature changes, not from vandalism.  In one corner, close to the bottom of the glass, I found a place where the paper had been chewed away by a rat or something.  Kneeling carefully, I cupped my hands around the hole and peeked through.

What I saw sent me running in a panic to Joanie’s house.  When I got there, she opened the door while I was still pounding on it and yanked me into the house.  Now, I was the one babbling incoherently on her couch, while she poured me a glass of water and waited for me to stop. The inside of what had been my neighborhood grocery store the day before, was covered in decades of filth and rodent droppings.  This wasn’t possible.

“While you were seeing for yourself that I was telling the truth,” she glanced at me pointedly, “I did some digging.  Tax records, births and deaths, anything I could try to dig up online about the MacReady family.”

“Praise Google,” I murmured.

“Hold the hallelujahs,” she warned me. “Even online, they don’t exist. The store never existed, either.”

“Except it did.” I was about to fall to pieces. “We both remember it.”

“I know,” she sighed. “What I don’t understand is why we are the only two who do.”

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Joanie and I spent every spare moment we had for the next week trying to find anyone else who remembered the grocery store being there, or any clue as to what was going on.  Online research was more frustrating than helpful; we kept finding information about something called the Mandela Effect.  Except, this wasn’t a moment in history that we weren’t part of, or the title of a kids book, or a TV show that we may have made up or mis-remembered as kids.  This was several generations of a family that suddenly vanished without a trace except the memories of two increasingly-frantic people.

Right when we were forced to give up asking questions or risk being hauled away to a hospital under a psychiatric hold, the entire story took another horrible turn: Suzie Fuller, the town librarian, vanished next.

She didn’t disappear from one day to the next, like the MacReady family seemed to. It was a Saturday, and I had arrived at the library early with a goal of digging through old newspapers on microfiche to see if anything similar had happened in Sanderson’s past.  Suzie was there when I arrived, still waking up and waving to me as she took a sip of her coffee.  Four hours later, when I was heading out to grab some lunch, the assistant librarian – Steven Holden – was there, instead.

“Hey Steve,” I greeted him, confused. “Suzie have to leave early? She okay?”

Steven just looked confused and laughed nervously. “Mike, what are you talking about? I’ve been here all day.”

“I swear I saw Suzie when I got here.”

“Dude… who the hell is Suzie?”

A finger of ice trickled down my spine, but I tried to bluff. “I have no idea,” I forced myself to smile and shake my head. “Maybe I’m just tired.  Too much research.”

The former-assistant librarian’s face cleared as he grinned. “I’ve been there.   Got too caught up binge-watching a TV show and called Eddie the wrong name one morning.”

I grimaced on cue. “Thankfully, I don’t have a spouse to piss off.  Just you to give me funny looks.”

“Take a break, man.”

“On it.” I gave a half-hearted salute and forced myself to walk calmly out the door and around the corner before I called Joanie

As soon as she picked up, I hissed at her frantically. “Who is the librarian in Sanderson?”

“Suzie – “ She cut off with a sob. “Oh god, Suzie?”

“Steve has never heard of her,” I whispered through clenched teeth.  “She was here this morning, when I walked in.  She had coffee in that huge travel mug she always carries, and that ugly floral dress she wears every damned Saturday like clockwork.”

“The cabbage roses,” Joanie affirmed half-heartedly.

“Right.  I thought she had just gone home early.  Maybe she was sick, I don’t know. But no, Steve didn’t know who the fuck I was talking about.”

“I’m headed to your house,” she told me, tears in her voice. “I can’t be alone right now.”

“Way ahead of you,” I agreed. “You remember where the key is?”

“Yeah, the hanging plant across from the porch swing.”

“See you in a few.”

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my personal good things of 2023 list

woooohooo let’s go!!

POKEMON SCARLET POKEMON SCARLET!!!!! I clocked so many hours into this game, it was such a delight to play at the beginning of the year

I had my blog’s 10th anniversary!! Thank you to everyone who’s been with me on this journey! It’s been awesome getting to hang out with a bunch of people like me

survived catching covid 😫 it was so painful and miserable but I got through it y’all

I binged RWBY after putting it off for so many years and it was incredible!! I love it so much, and the songs pretty much took over my brain and playlists for the rest of the year

In April, I went on a trip to the Philippines to visit family. I also took a side trip to South Korea! I had a lot of fun and learned a lot of new things. I even flew home by myself for the first time ever

I cut my hair short while I was away and it was probably the best and most Gender haircut I’ve ever gotten

After that, I binged The Good Place with my dad and it’s now one of my fav shows ever…it’s such a fun concept that they really did a good job of playing with

I also caught up on the One Piece manga finally??? Who am I

Speaking of One Piece, the live action was actually really cool!! I love how heartfelt it was, as a love letter to the original

July 18th was khx’s 10th anniversary holy shiiiiit…the game that started it all. The one I hold near and dear to my heart forever and ever

I’m so proud of the improvement I’ve made with my art. I left my comfort zone and tried new things, and I could really see the results. I had a good time making a lot of pieces and I can’t wait to make more stuff next year :)

Speaking of stuff, I finished so many creative projects this year!! I wrote my Ephemera essay, returned to a handful of old ideas and sketches to complete them, finished 2 fics and currently in the process of writing another, made an insane amount of OCs in the Ephemera bloodline project, made KHUXDR told in disney songs, and even made my first ever animatic. I even made memes that ended up being hits and sold some stuff from my ko-fi shop. I’m proud of it all ❤️

Missing Link news at last YIPPEEE!!!! No joke, the trailer and beta inspired me so much. My heart goes crazy thinking about how amazing this game is gonna be and I can’t wait for it to come out (hopefully in April or May maybe?)

I read the most amount of books I’ve ever read in one year. I’ve been watching Jack Edwards’ youtube videos and they’ve motivated me to pick up lots of really great books, but also just read more in general. I used to read a lot as a kid, and for my undergrad. Now it just feels good to read for my own enjoyment, at my own pace

I think I cooked and baked more in general too. I like having the time to make my own elaborate meals, it’s pretty therapeutic

My friend who works at a shoe museum invited me to a Halloween party and it was so fun, the vibes were immaculate

I got a new phone hooray!!!! Now my battery doesn’t die a quarter through the day and I’m ready for ML

Made some great progress on my Christmas village. I got my hands on several new additions that are so cute! I’ll be giving them makeovers for next year

As mentioned earlier, I’ve been working on my new fic Overmorrow…I think it’s my fav fic now ☺️

Plus a whole lot more I inevitably forgot to mention…✨

Overall, this year was full of trying new things and leaving my comfort zone. I wanna do more next year and keep growing and thriving with the people I love!! Cheers to a happy 2024! 🥂