#i will be working normal 8 hour days as opposed to 10-12 hour days

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after monday, I promise I will be a little more active here!!!!!

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15 questions but it's the Tired Sleepy version

@the-finch-address dearest Finch! <3 tagged me. I've done this before but I'm gonna do it again. because I can't sleep yet until the tylenol kicks in.

1. Are you named after anyone?

no! but to be more interesting I'll tell you that my mom wanted to name me Jamie and my dad was vehemently opposed. so then she was like well what about Meghan and he was like oh I like that one. and she was like well what if it's a boy? 'cause they didn't find out with me (first kid and you don't find out after trying for five years? I don't understand) and my dad was like well I like Alexander is that cool and so that was the other option. I currently have one character named Alexander and he's evil. I really tried to like Inkheart 'cause the protagonist is Meggie but I couldn't. I did finish The Thornirds tho and there's a Meggie there.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I dunno, but I got teary finishing a book series for the fifth time. it's such a good ending! dragons! I don't CRY cry super often but I get teary at the drop of a hat. somebody plays the piano nicely and I'm feeling things about it. you guys it is raining so hard right now. and there's thunder. which I love, personally. the sky is crying so I don't have to.

3. Do you have kids?

nope. I don't plan on having any, either. I adopt teenagers and adults instead. give them snacks and hugs. help them out with their life stuff. coach them through bad days. sound familiar? I'm your mom!

5. What sports do you play/have played?

nothing team-y. in high school a few families used to meet up in front of the middle school down the road from me and we played flag football, and I can't really throw or catch but I could run and tackle. and I did karate for 5.5 years and horseback riding for 3?

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

if they look like I want to talk to them or not. the vibes. I gotta know this since I work in retail. I usually call it correctly.

7. What's your eye color?

blue. people compliment them a lot, which I don't personally understand, 'cause they're not especially dark or anything. they're just regular eye blue. but people like them. so that's nice. some people also say there's silver around the pupil which I got a little bit of a complex over for a couple of years. but now I just think they're normal. who is even looking at my eyes when my hair is purple, though, right?

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I don't like scary movies because I hate suspense. it doesn't really scare me it just gives me anxiety. I don't need a happy ending I just need it to make sense. make it make sense and I will not be mad at you. I didn't need the end of the mockingjay movie to be happy but I will forgive it.

9. Any special talents?

yeah, loads, but you'll have to interact with me to find them all out. one of them is that I'm super good at choking on beverages. one of them is that I can tell the difference between dark navy and black. one of them is that I can always beat my mom in boggle. one of them is that I can read really fast. one of them is that I'm tired all the time.

10. Where were you born?

the hospital where I just was last week for the stupid spider bite. it's literally up the road from my house. I use it as a frame of reference when people ask where I live. you know where this specific hospital is? continue down the road to the end and there's my house. there's a christmas wreath hanging on the garage.

11. What are your hobbies?

watching several hour long video essays about tv shows I have or will never watch, writeblr and sometimes even write-ING, art which I'm trying to make more of despite literally having stacks of it that I'm not doing anything with. anybody want some watercolor art? I'll send it to you. doing crossword puzzles with my dad in the kitchen. xbox games.

12. Do you have pets?

I don't, but there is a dog and a cat in the house where I live. the dog is the family's and the cat is sort of my sister's. I like him. he's the cat of knowing. follow the tumblr I made for him @orangejuni

13. How tall are you?

5'5", which is either tall or short and never average even though it literally is. I'm regular height, and, according to recent reports, a regular-ish weight?? I forgot to verify for myself when I got home from the hospital but apparently I broke 120lbs for the first time in my entire life and I'm very pleased. if I can stay there it'll be a miracle.

14. Favorite subject in school?

art, 'cause you don't have to write essays you just make stuff. I was always pretty good at history, though.

15. Dream job?

I wanna spontaneously have enough money to run like a boarding house for people who just need a temporary place to stay. in the meantime I actually enjoy working retail (when I'm not stuck in The Box) so I plan on staying for ten years so I get my lifetime associate discount. dumb? I don't care, this job makes me happy and I love my coworkers.

you're only allowed to do this tag if you can commit to also answering in a somewhat Tired Sleepy or unhinged kind of way. @zmwrites Ghosty? you're tired sleepy. @writing-with-melon Honeydew? hi. @klywrites Klove? you're unhinged. @rains-inky-mind Rainscribe? mm? @another-white-hole Voidlight? you know exactly what you are

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Day 5: Drain

(Disclaimer: none of the characters here belong to me. Celine and Damien belong to the Markiplier Cinematic Universe. The star of this story, Fenwyn, is an oc of the awesome @saria-the-phoenix. I learned about Fenwyn during an RP game that Saria and I used to play; unfortunately, life happened, new ideas took over my brain, and that RP was never really concluded. I wrote this fic as an apology for that.)

(Trigger Warnings: blood, gore, bones, animal death, knives/blades, descriptions of ritual, implied tampering. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

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Fenwyn felt air rushing through her fur, felt her heart and lungs threatening to bash their way through her ribcage, felt the speed of the world under her feet. 

Up ahead, the elk was a blur as it galloped, its breath coming out in frantic, wheezing huffs. 

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed since she’d found the elk in the first palace, since she’d begun to stalk it, since it’d eventually noticed her and started running. It felt like she’d been in pursuit of her prey for an hour or two.

It wasn’t that she’d been dragging this out. Sure, she loved hunting as much as any other lycan, but that didn’t mean she was a sadist. The elk was simply terrified and stubborn; survival instinct was just as strong in animals as it was in humans, if not more so. The elk couldn’t exactly be blamed for not wanting to die. 

And if it was being chased by normal wolves, then it might’ve had a chance to get away.

But that wouldn’t be happening. 

Fenwyn was a lot of things, but a normal wolf wasn’t one of them. Aside from that, she had an arrangement to hold up her side of.

She let her jaw drop open as she forced herself to run even faster than before. The elk didn’t glance over its shoulder at her, but a voice in her head swore that it was aware of how the gap between them was shrinking. 

Seconds passed, and Fenwyn was close enough to risk getting a swift kick to the nose. Even if the elk had been consciously trying to strike her, it wouldn’t have mattered. Fenwyn leapt forward, her forepaws—which, while looking very much like any other wolf’s, were adorned by opposable thumbs—outstretched to pull the elk’s hindlegs out from under it. 

Despite how large normal wolves could be, it would’ve taken a huge amount of effort for them to kill something like an elk. It would’ve taken an entire pack biting and clawing and tearing as one in order to make a hunt successful. 

For lycans, however, hunting was a bit easier. They still naturally worked together in groups, but they also tended to grow to the same size as horses, if not larger. So, that certainly had its advantages.

The elk let out a keening shriek as it came toppling to the ground, immediately trying to get back up as its pursuer came to loom over it. Its cries were cut short as Fenwyn, in one swift, fluid movement, drove her claws deep into the center of its chest. For good measure, she sank her teeth into one of its shoulders. Blood gushed out, trickling along her tongue and down her greedy throat. More oozed between her digits, slick and warm.

Though muscles in its back and legs twitched, the elk was dead before its head came to rest on the forest floor. Out of instinct, Fenwyn shook her head, forcing the fresh corpse to lightly shudder side to side

Her eyes almost fluttered shut in response to the salty, metallic flavor of fresh meat. It’d been too damn long since she’d gotten to catch a meal like this.

. . .Of course, this elk wasn’t supposed to be a meal for her. Not all of it, at least. 

With that in mind, Fenwyn unlatched her jaws from the elk’s shoulder. She eased her grip around its chest before lowering herself onto the grass, shoulders squared, neck craned. She ducked her head, hefting the corpse onto her back, its limp legs dangling over her shoulders. She caught one of the antlers in her maw; she could’ve snapped it like a celery stalk, but she applied just enough pressure to hold the elk steady. 

Fenwyn started trotting back the way she came, the dull weight now piled up on her back not slowing her down at all. Her pulse was still struggling to calm down.

Crickets, cicadas, nocturnal birds. . .they’d all gone silent when she’d made the killing blow. But now, as the elk’s dying call had officially stopped echoing, the animalistic chorus was slowly but surely starting up again. 

Fenwyn knew which scent to follow, so she was able to gaze up as she ambled along.  Small shapes flitted through the air above—bats soaring after mosquitos and other insects to fill their little bellies. 

There were varying amounts of space between the trees here, so this forest lacked a canopy. This allowed soft light to stream down, to cast long shadows here and there. The stars resembled diamonds that had been painstakingly sewn into a black velvet tapestry. 

But that had almost nothing on the moon. It was full tonight, so it glowed like a pearl against oil. As Fenwyn stared up, up, up at it, its silvery craters almost seemed to be moving in place, like it was a liquid being stirred. 

It was so, so, so beautiful. 

She wanted to wrap her claws around the moon and coax it out of the sky and. . .Well, if she was honest, then she wasn’t quite sure what she would do with the moon in her grasp. One part of her would probably want to swallow it up, and another part would beg her to just curl around it and bathe in its glow forever. . .

“There’s something you don’t see every day,” a familiar voice called. “Prey getting piggyback from predator.” 

Fenwyn flinched, blinking as her meditation promptly fell apart. She tore her eyes away from the night sky, now focusing on the voice’s direction. She’d just barely returned to the center of Whitacre Woods. A Pierce-Arrow Model 66 was parked on the opposite edge of this clearing.

About ten feet away, sticks had been piled up in a makeshift firepit; the same one she’d helped to dig out earlier. Flames licked up at the cast-iron pot that hung from a sturdy tripod. Celine was pacing around it, carefully prodding the kindling with a long metal poker. The way the fire reflected against her eyes made them look even more piercing than usual. 

Fittingly enough, the shawl draped around her shoulders was a deep shade of red. 

“This is more efficient than just dragging,” Fenwyn replied as she wandered closer. She released the elk’s antler and rolled her shoulders, letting the elk hit the ground with a dull thud.

It’d been a few months since Celine had discovered Fenwyn’s secret, since she’d revealed her own inhuman nature to Fenwyn, since the two of them had made a fateful deal. 

Celine had continued to study the supernatural entities that always seemed to be popping up on campus grounds for whatever reason—now with Fenwyn’s assistance. 

It wasn’t always a perfect arrangement, of course. 

On one hand, Fenwyn couldn’t deny how amazing it’d been to see some of the things Celine had shown her. 

A couple wisps here, the odd wraith there. The ghosts of animals and humans alike (some had been intelligent; talkative, even, polite as they were ominous. Others had been silent, staring with pale, lifeless eyes almost as curious as those of a newborn infant). She and Celine had even discovered that one of their classmates was a revenant (who, through some trial and error, they’d helped to fully move on and rest).

On the other hand, however. . .

Well, Fenwyn could’ve gone her whole life without seeing a faerie turn himself inside-out just to prove that he could. And she certainly hadn’t appreciated having to tiptoe around everything in her dorm room after the furniture in the Student Lounge had been possessed by a few foulmouthed yokai. 

And that was just the start of all the ungodly nonsense she’d gotten mixed up in.

But that didn’t change how Celine hadn’t gone back on her word at all.

She’d refrained from summoning anything to the university herself. 

She’d kept Fenwyn’s secrets closely-guarded.

Hell, she’d been the one to tell Fenwyn about Whitacre Woods being a mere twenty minute drive from the university (furthermore, she’d  helped Fenwyn find a more secluded route to the forest so she could shift in peace). 

That wasn’t exactly something Fenwyn could afford to ignore. . .

Celine hummed in response, setting the poker aside as she examined the elk. She squinted at the fur of the elk’s chest, which was now very much saturated with blood. 

“It’s already bled out a bit,” she murmured. 

“Is that a problem?” Fenwyn inquired as she stretched. The burning ache in her arms and legs was a good kind of ache, but she’d be sore tomorrow if she just left the tension stay in her muscles.

“No, not really. Anyone who hires a lycan to hunt and doesn’t expect the haul to be bloody is some kind of idiot,” Celine reassured. “There’ll still be enough for me to work with.” 

The bag she typically carried around campus lay just a few feet away from the firepit. As Celine knelt down to rummage through it, she pronounced, “The carcass needs to be drained. Can you hold it over the pot, please?” 

Fenwyn nodded, then reared up to stand in a more bipedal position, the joints in her legs popping and clicking.

She took hold of the elk’s hind legs, dragging it closer to the firepit before raising it up. She had to maneuver it carefully; she might have been towering (now the same height as a grizzly bear), but the elk was still quite a large animal. Its head hung limply, the tips of its antlers touching the ground. 

Celine came to stand opposite of Fenwyn, now handling a large knife. It caught the firelight, making the odd symbols that had been carved into its wicked blade gleam. She reached across, one hand coming to rest on the back of the elk’s neck while the other pushed her knife forward. 

A chill ran down Fenwyn’s spine. She peered down at Celine, and although her eyes stung as the smoke met them, she couldn’t blink. For whatever reason, she felt the need to hold her breath. 

Slowly, calculatingly, Celine drew the blade across the elk’s throat. 

A soft, slick, fleshy sigh was almost drowned out by the crackling of the fire. 

Even with the light, the blood almost looked black. Fenwyn almost expected it to come spraying out, but considering the elk’s heart was no longer pumping it, the blood simply oozed down the elk’s chin, sizzling as soon as it flowed into the pot.

“Remind me why you needed a dead elk, again?” Fenwyn asked, trying to ignore how her ears flattened, how her nostrils flared. The scent of blood was rich for a second or two. . .but then it mixed with the stench of smoke. Which did not make a pleasant bouquet.

“Well, every part of the specimen can have multiple uses. Blood can be the easiest part to remove, so, it comes first,” Celine explained, not taking her eyes off of the viscous, slow-moving fluid as she reached back into her bookbag to produce a handful of bleeding-heart flowers. She quickly tore the blooms to pieces, which she then sprinkled into the pot. “This will just be part of a larger brew.” 

“For. . ?” Fenwyn clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, but still chose not to directly announce that her question hadn’t been answered. 

“For one of the Humanities professors,” Celine continued, picking the poker back up and using its blunt end to stir the blood and shredded petals. “Because, aside from being generally incompetent, he hasn’t been treating Damien fairly at all.” 

Fenwyn’s movement was sharp as she tilted her head to the side, her wide eyes filled with a combination of fear and frustration. She knew which teacher Celine was talking about, and she considered herself very lucky for not having to attend his course. She also knew that Damien hadn’t had that same luck. 

An ember of sadness manifested in her heart at the memory of Damien venting to her about being mocked in the middle of class one day. She remembered the confusion and anger in his eyes, the disbelief in his voice as he theorized about the awful reasons as to why that particular professor had singled him out for thinly-veiled insults and outrageous marks on his assignments. 

However, protectiveness over friends didn’t necessarily mean condoning potential torture. 

Celine definitely felt Fenwyn’s glare, because she huffed a sigh and glanced up at her, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, relax. This isn’t going to kill him. It’ll just make him violently sick for a week or two, that’s all.” She glanced at the wide, wet smile in the elk’s throat—no longer draining, merely dripping now—and added, “That’s about as much blood as I’m going to get, by the way.”

“You realize how risky using a potion can be,” Fenwyn mentioned as she set the elk’s carcass down and dropped back onto all fours. 

“Obviously, since I’m working on more than one right now.” Celine nodded, moving around the firepit to get down on her knees beside the elk, dragging her bookbag with her. “I haven’t been caught yet, have I?”

Although Fenwyn stayed silent, she couldn’t stop a slight snarl from etching its way across her muzzle. She paced around the elk, giving Celine a bit of a wide berth. 

Celine shifted the knife in her hand, then began dragging it about the elk’s side. The incisions left in her wake soon created a rather complex pattern. She chewed her lip as she worked, peering over at Fenwyn. 

“. . .Even if they could link my projects back to me,” Celine said softly, “it wouldn’t put you in any danger. I always take care of any evidence that might lead to you.” 

Fenwyn slowed her movements, pawing at the ground in thought. Celine had respected her terms, so Fenwyn needed to keep respecting hers. It was only right. 

In spite of all the things she’d gotten mixed up in that were solidly on the more horrific side of the spectrum, she couldn’t deny how good of a choice it was to work with Celine. If that one run-in had never happened, if Fenwyn were still trying to stay under the radar all on her own. . .

There was a chance that she’d still be safe, if not stressed and exhausted more than half the time. But there was also a chance that she could’ve been discovered by someone a lot less reasonable than Celine.

With that in mind, Fenwyn sighed in the way only beasts could, finally curling up on the ground a few feet away from the witch. “You really have no idea how much I appreciate that.”

A small smile graced Celine’s lips. “I might someday. We’ll just have to find out.”

Fenwyn hummed, resting her head on her forelegs. . .

Only to jolt in place at the sound of Celine hissing out a few words set in a language that was very much not English. In response, the elk’s carcass twitched once, twice. Then, the pattern she’d sliced in its hide took on an oily glow. Right before both the witch and the lycan’s eyes, with a very odd, rubbery, stretching noise, the elk’s skin effectively crawled off of its body. The elk’s clammy, red-stained muscles and fat were left exposed to open air, glistening against the firelight. 

While her voice was deeper and raspier than the voice she spoke with in her more human form, it still felt embarrassingly high-pitched when Fenwyn whispered, “. . .why. . ?”

“Oh, bone marrow can work wonders for migraine or insomnia remedies.” Celine shrugged, looking supremely unbothered by what she’d just done. “Skinning a carcass can typically take an hour or two. This method is much faster, don’t you think?”

“Couldn’t you have just taken the marrow from the antlers?” Fenwyn asked, unable to stop staring at the ribbons of flesh now lying on the grass. 

“I guess I could’ve,” Celine agreed, not pausing as she started cleaving layers of flesh from the elk’s chest, slowly but surely getting closer and closer to its ribcage. 

Fenwyn subconsciously clawed at the ground, trying to suppress a shudder as Celine explained how and why bones that were usually encased in flesh tended to make more effective materials. . .

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FFWPU/UC of Japan’s “telephone operation” made calls for voters to vote, silent protests to lawyers and media

all translations are approximate

“Support the Liberal Democratic Party from the [1990s],” former members testify. Election cooperation by the FFWPU/UC for politicians that has continued since the 1990s. Reality of donations that cannot be stopped even if “all savings are zero” [News feature]

TBS NEWS DIG

6 Aug 2022

The relationship between the former Unification Church and politicians, spiritual sales, and the suffering of donations. What is the reality? Women who were former members testified in response to interviews for this special feature.

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Article based on the above video

The former Unification Church’s “telephone operation” reported by the “News Special” calls for voters to vote, silent protests to the media

https://news.yahoo.co.jp

published August 7, 2022 (Sunday) 19:57

On August 7, businessman Hiroyuki updated his Twitter account. He developed his own theory about the former Unification Church (now known as the Family Federation for World Peace and Unification).

“There are those who defend the Unification Church, saying, ‘The number of members in the Unification Church is small, so there is no need to view it as a problem,’ but that is a big mistake. It’s not the number of votes of the Unification Church members that is a threat, it’s that its ability as a mercenary organization with a social spirit [work ethic] to work for candidates who have no interest in them for more than 12 hours a day for free is amazing.”

In the “News Special” (TBS series) broadcast on August 6 (VIDEO ABOVE), a woman who was a former member appeared with her real name and appearance. She revealed the enthusiastic “activities” by the members of the (former) Unification Church.

In the program a woman, who was a former member called “Soufu” who joined the church after a normal marriage, appeared first. She testified about the actual situation of election support by the former Unification Church.

She said, “At a women’s rally, a candidate came to the church and asked me to support him. It was a mayoral election.

Next, a woman who had been a believer for 10 years until 1994 appeared. She testified that around 1990, she was ordered to make ballot calls at election offices.

“Election office staff handed out a list of people and said, ‘This person,’ and I called one person and then another – for no remuneration. Dozens, hundreds of people (voters) were already written on the paper. Because there is, it’s not just me, other members were going (to the election office).

Aside from supporting the election, in 1992, she was also instructed to make silent phone calls to the media that reported critically on the former Unification Church.

“When the mass media is covering the UC in a news bulletin, when there was a lot of noise about the spiritual sales, I made criticizing phone calls to any broadcasting station, silently, many times. I would call them many times.

Anyone who appears in the media and speaks ill of the Unification Church is Satan. Lawyers were there, but just looking at their faces made me sick. Not only those in the media, but everyone who opposes the Unification Church is Satan.”

The program also introduced an article in the Asahi Shimbun dated August 26, 1992 titled “After airing a program criticizing the ‘Unification Church’ TBS got 30,000 silent calls”. (below)

元信者語る選挙協力と献金

報道特集

朝日新聞 1992年8月26日付

TBS「統一教会」批判番組の放映後　無言電話3万本」

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Many people praised the contents of the “News Feature” on SMS.

A former believer who left the church spoke. He said he was instructed to make silent calls to lawyers and media outlets who criticized the Unification Church.

“In the TBS news feature, a former member of the Unification Church testified about the actual situation of election support and revealed their real identity.”

The reality of the former Unification Church is becoming more clear. Will everything be revealed?

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9TLgfzWz7c

「昔から自民党を応援するように」元信者が証言　1990年代から続く旧統一教会の政治家への選挙協力　“貯金を全てゼロ”にしても止められない献金の実態【報道特集】

TBS NEWS DIG

6 Aug 2022

旧統一教会と政治家の関係、霊感商法、献金の苦しみ。その実態は？元信者の女性らが報道特集の取材に応じ証言した。

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“Support the Liberal Democratic Party from the old days [1990s],” former members testify. Election cooperation by the FFWPU/UC for politicians that has continued since the 1990s. Reality of donations that cannot be stopped even if “all savings are zero” [News feature]

TBS NEWS DIG

6 Aug 2022

The relationship between the former Unification Church and politicians, spiritual sales, and the suffering of donations. What is the reality? Women who were former members testified in response to interviews for this special feature.

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How Sun Myung Moon bought protection in Japan

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ooo i have another request for V. he and the reader are arguing, he yells at her and she gets upset pls

Timid hands

pairing; V x Reader

summary; one-sided love and the want for it to stop

requested by; anon

rating; SFW

warnings; s/o shouting, somewhat emotional neglect(?)

word count; 1,326

A/N; Angst is my favorite thing to write aaaaa

Life with the vocal and violent Sutler opposer was interesting. Life always had a schedule to it. 7 AM to 8 AM was breakfast, 8 AM to 10 AM studying political tactics as both parties were in on the plan. The plan, nicknamed "date to remember" had many parts to it which only made sense. If something was to change all of England, it could not be simple.

After spending months writing V's speech, they started on the mass production of the bombs. Bombs that'd destroy Old Bailey. It would symbolize the loss of fairness in court, V would always say. From 10 AM to 5 PM they would work on them. It was always Y/N's job to go above and get the necessary chemicals. They giggled softly as they crafted these weapons of freedom, talking to V about their trip.

"Where have you been? We've been looking for you all over!" They said, mocking their friend. "It's stupid, can't they see that I'm happy now?"

V didn't answer. It was hard to pull words out of him when he was in this "zone". It made them worry as their lover had an obsession with words. The number of dictionaries he had in their home was laughable. If words were a person, V would marry them in a heartbeat. They'd be a beautiful couple, how many kids would they have? Five? Ten? No, V didn't seem the type to like kids anyway.

V would always dodge the question when Y/N would ask. Now thinking about it, V dodged a lot of questions. Personal ones and ones about their relationship. Hell, Y/N didn't even know if they were dating.

Sure they slept in the bed and lived together, and yet they had never kissed, never held hands. Never confessed their love to one other. Well, Y/N did but V never returned. The most affectionate V ever got with Y/N was making the food. Y/N would be lying if they said this fact didn't keep them up at night.

After dealing with this paranoia for months it was starting to show. Puffy eyes and bags under them slowly becoming more noticeable, and yet V said nothing about them. It felt like he was turning a blind eye to them. Next, scapes on their lips started to form as picking at their skin the only way to alleviate the burning knot in them. 'Was he even human?' They'd ask themself as they lay next to him. The quality of life with him started to decrease as conversations became a rare treat.

When it came time to use the bombs, V stopped coming home for days. Scouting, he'd say to all their concerns. Even when they couldn't see their face Y/N knew they were lying. Well, lying slightly. He wasn't scouting where to put the bombs but rather people.

Why would he lie to them? They had been together for almost five years; wasn't they worthy of his trust? It was unfair, all of this was unfair. They had done nothing wrong, yet they were being punished. Y/N couldn't help but wonder if they should have stayed in their horrible, but normal life without him.

A life where they wouldn't be rotting away over the fact she couldn't get a man's attention. A man they didn't even know was hers. The 5th of November, 2019 had finally arrived. Y/N awoke around 12:30 am to muffled sirens. They looked at the calendar, silently cursing themself.

They couldn't leave due to the amount of police rushing to Old Bailey which crushed them. It was the plan for them to be next to V as he set them off. He'd finally kiss them, finally get told that he loved them. It would be oh so romantic, with firework and classical music and under the stars. In the wee hours of the morning, Y/N cried. Alone in their king-sized bed, his side was stone cold.

It barely smelled like him anymore. It must have symbolized how they were in his heart as well; absent without them. V didn't come home till the next day. Y/N eyes were stuck to the old TV screen as they heard his boot's footsteps. There he was, next to some goddess as Old Bailey fell.

Why was the only thing they could think. Why did she get to have that special moment but they didn't. They were the ones that made half of those bombs for god sake! They sat there until V was in their room. And then they sat there some more. 

Until three AM; they finally got up and walked to the jukebox, putting on something soft as their head laid on it. The next thing that was soft was their tears. It felt like ages as their skin became irradiated with their tears.

"If I may ask, what ever are you doing?"

they felt a gloved hand touch their shoulder, making them jump and look back. Y/N's heart felt like it was being crushed as she looked into the black holes of his mask. Tears felt like flowing harder, not with pain but with joy. He cared for them. He CARED for THEM. Maybe it was a phase he was going through. Maybe he loved them. Maybe he was scared they didn't feel the same.

"Do you love me?"

He let go of Y/N shoulder as he backed away from them, tilting their head to a slight angle as they stared, soulless. He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his mask's nose.

"Y/N, I'm a symbol for freedom what don't you get about that?" 

He yelled as they began to pace before looking back at their "lover". It was easy to hear the pain in their voice but that didn't stop Y/N from feeling discarded. They gulped hard, hard like they wanted to swallow their tongue and suffocate. Maybe he'd take back his words, see how harmful and venomous he was being to them. To this life, they had built together.

"I'm not a person! I can't settle down with the reader when I already know an object belonging to me, that object being my purpose. It exists to inspire people, to gain freedom for the oppressed. To give them what you've had for five long years!"

"And I've loved you for five long years!" Their voice cracked as they tried to take a swing at V who caught it easily. This brought the both of them close, Y/N crying into this chest.

"Y/N, you don't want to share a heart with a walking dead man. To be stuck worrying more regarding days than our tremendous enjoyment to how it is blooming. You want to fall in love with an idea, something you can carry with you for the rest of your life. You don't want that. You don't deserve that, my love. You deserve roses and sweet nectar words every day for the rest of your life." He let go of their hand, now wrapping his strong arms around them. Hushing them softly as he held their head.

"I don't care what you think I deserve! I love you! I love your cooking and baking, I love your over-usage of words, I love how gentle you are with me! I love you for you, I don't care if one day sure you'll leave me I want to be with you every day until you do leave this world. THEN you'll be an idea. That idea being the love that I want and will ever want."

Before V could protest Y/N hit them in the chest, pushing some air out of him so they could continue talking.

"I just wish you loved me... that you'd hold my hand..."

[minghaocouture]

Fearless: Chapter 12

Pairing: Werewolf!Jeon Wonwoo x Vampire!Reader Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Non-Idol Au WC: 3.5k+ Warning: Language, Mild Violence, Gun Usage AU Lore: Vampire Coven Info/Wolf Pack Info/Lore Info Tag List: @moon-asia @uglychildd​ @skjdln​ @darkacrimson​ @woozisnoots​ @hwangjangmi​ @rjsmochii​ @fluffyhyeju​ @svtjuniverse​ @karmacqre​ @dwcljh​ 

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A/N: Again thank you guys for being patient with me <3, I’ll try to be better about updating this lol. I did in fact finish this chapter during a four hour road trip lol. Also i’d just like to put this out there, fight scenes are hard to write. I am not any good at them ^^;; this was my best attempt lol.

Chapter List:  Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4/Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7/Chapter 8/Chapter 9/Chapter 10/Chapter 11/Chapter 12/Chapter 13/Chapter 14

If you were being honest, you couldn't remember the last time you had slept so well. So you were pretty peeved to wake up to the sounds of snickering and a the sound of a camera shutter.

"Dude I told you to turn off the sound, they're gonna wake up." You heard a hushed whisper fill the silence of the room, followed by more soft snickering.

"It's fine, we came to wake them up anyway. It's their own fault that we caught them all cuddly." That voice you distinctly recognized as Mingyu, and you were almost certain that the other voice belonged to Vernon. A light sense of irritation swelled in your chest. Almost on instinct you began to pull away from Wonwoo, only for the arm around your waist to pull you closer.

"Do you think if we stay quiet they'll go away?" he muttered, his voice so soft and laced with husky sound that had been lacking this morning. Which made you curious how long he had been awake before you had woken up. You were more than a little embarrassed to be caught like this. Soft moments like this definitely weren’t something you were used to letting others see.

"I doubt it, they're annoying," you retorted, loud enough for your guests to hear. Which earned a irritated exclamation of denial from Mingyu, and a laugh from Vernon. "Besides, we need to get up. We have to get set up for tonight." Despite saying this, you didn't bother moving, after all that would mean you would have to move his arm from you...and you weren't quite ready for that yet. The feeling of his arm around your waist made you feel warm, in fact his whole presence did as well. You had honestly forgotten how wonderful it felt to feel warm. It hadn’t really bothered you before, you had gotten used to not retaining any kind of warmth, so feeling this even if it would only be for a little while, it was...a nice reprieve.

Sadly, Wonwoo agreed with your statement far too quickly for your liking, and pulled his arm away so that he could stretch out. Which caused you to unconsciously grumble out of irritation at the lack of contact.

"You guys are so gross." Vernon complained, while Mingyu fake gagged next to him. 

Rolling your eyes, you sat up and followed Wonwoo’s lead. Stretching a bit to work the muscles that had gotten stiff from sleep. “I mean, you two were the ones who interrupted us. So this is on you.” 

"Ugh, we were told to wake you up.” Mingyu began, thankfully done with his ridiculous display of disgust. “Your vampire friends came back with your leader guy, so whenever you two are done...being gross." 

"We'll be down there in a bit." Wonwoo yawned out the words, just wanting to just get the males out of the room, which worked. They gave a few more teasing looks of disgust before leaving together, taking their future black mail materiel with them. You'd have to steal his phone and delete those photos before Hyunjin saw them. You did not need that boy taunting you about this, especially since he wasn't exactly aware of what was going on between Wonwoo and yourself. Hell, you weren't exactly sure what you wanted to call this either, but that was a thought for another day. Right now, you needed to be focused, if any of you were off tonight then that could mess up the whole plan and put Minah in even more danger.

As the boys left the room, you felt Wonwoo’s hand reach out and lightly grip your shoulder. Turning to face him, you couldn’t exactly describe the look on his face. It looks like a cross between comforting and admiration but you couldn’t be sure. All you knew was that it brought that previous warmth and placed it inside your chest, as opposed to being something physical you felt. You honestly weren’t sure how he managed to do this, if you didn’t know any better you would think he was a witch. But it was common knowledge that Wolves couldn’t produce magic.

“Don’t worry so much.”

“How do you know I’m worried?” Seriously, magic. It was almost ridiculous how well he could read you. 

A soft laugh left his lips and shook his head. “You’re not as straight faced as you think you are.”

With a small grumble of irritation, you pushed his hand off of your shoulder with a small pout on your lips. This prompted another laugh from the male as he watched you quickly leave the room.

***

As soon as you entered the living room, you were taken back by how noisy the room was. It seemed like everyone who was involved tonight had arrived. You were also pretty surprised to see that those gathered hadn’t separated themselves by species. Maybe things would change after all this was over. As your eyes scaned the room, you noticed that the only one missing was Minghao. Which caused a bit of anxiety to swirl in your gut, but you didn’t have time to think about it as you heard the loud voice of Soonyoung greet you. 

"My baby bat!" he exclaimed, rushing over to pull you into a crushing hug. This was always how it was when you saw him again after one of his long trips. You honestly couldn't even remember how long it had been since you had seen, or hell even heard from him. You were also pretty grateful that he wasn’t yelling at you again, that was something you really hoped didn’t happen again soon.

"What did I tell you about calling me that, Hamster man." You groaned, returning the embrace. Despite your hatred of the nickname, you knew it came from a place of love. He was the only reason you were still here, and you owed him a lot but you would never admit that out loud to him. 

"I'm not a hamster! I'm a tiger!!" Obviously offended at your title, and pulled away much quicker than he normally would. You heard the familiar laugh of Kevin ring out through the room, calling out that Soonyoung was definitely more like a hamster than a Tiger. It was an ongoing 'fight' in the coven, everyone would tease him about being a hamster and he would always argue back that he was a tiger. Personally, all you were sure of was that he was a furry. 

You heard a throat clear, and your eyes met with Seungcheol. A serious look on his face which cleared the air of any previous humor. A hush seemed to fall over the room and all eyes were on the three of you, waiting for Seungcheol to speak.

"It's about 5, sundown should be starting soon. We should probably leave in our smaller groups and not all at once." He advised, crossing his arms over his chest as he continued. “We should probably send out the fourth grouping first.” 

He was absolutely right, it would take them a bit longer to get to their position while remaining inconspicuous. The only problem was that you still weren’t sure where Minghao was. So you nodded to show your agreement, but turned your attention to Soonyoung. 

“I’d feel more comfortable sending people out if I knew where Minghao was.” Sure he a part of the first group, so he would leave last but it was still a small concern. His group was already one of the smaller ones, consisting of only himself, Wonwoo and Minhyuk. 

“What, you think I can’t handle the group with the little wolf boy?” Speaking of Minhyuk, he called out with a grin on his face. Which definitely didn’t fit the mood of the room, but that was just how Minhyuk was. 

“I don’t think you could handle a paper bag, Hyuk.” You retorted, and the male laughed at your joking nature. You didn’t...hate Minhyuk but he was definitely a lot to deal with at times. You decided to ignore his comment about Wonwoo, but found your eyes straying to him. To your surprise you felt...worried, if there were only two members in that team it would be easier for them to be overpowered. They would be more likely to get hurt.

You heard a small snort from Hyunjin, who had decided to stick by Kevin. Soonyoung also couldn’t seem to stop himself from chuckling at your antics with the eldest Vampire, before he returned to the situation at hand.

"He decided to stay back with Minah. He said it would be better to have someone trailing her from a distance." It wasn’t a bad idea but it definitely left the teams severely unbalanced now. You also wished that he would have told you about it before hand.

Taking a moment to think about the rest of the other team compositions, you let out a small sigh. The best option would be to send either Soonyoung or Vernon. Since Minghao had decided to change the plan on his own, you'd have to bitch about that to him later when everything is done. Ruined a perfectly good plan.

"Soonie, you're gonna go with team one now, you can blame Hao later,”  

"Since when were you calling the shots?" Honestly, it was a pretty damn good question since leadership wasn’t exactly your specialty, but the cheeky grin on his face made you a little bit irritated. You knew he wasn’t questioning your decision but that he wanted to give one last jab to you before everything went down. A very Soonyoung move. 

"Since you decided that vanishing acts would be your secret skill." 

***

The alley way was dark, and cold. The snow was coming down quickly tonight, making visibility a bit lower than you would have liked. Taking a look at your team, you were outnumbered one vampire to three wolves,  but you knew you could trust them. Or...at least you hoped. They wanted this to end so you would have to hope that they would watch your back. 

“Anything yet?” You questioned, phone in hand as you waited for a response from the first team. It had been decided that each team would have one of the Wolves keep watch, since even in their human forms their sight was definitely better than a Vampires. Being the technical leader of the second group you were trying to keep your hands on all part of the stake out. At the end of the alley was Vernon, his eyes peeled as he watched for Minah to travel down your designated stretch of road. Yubin stood closest to him, crouched and ready to run out at a seconds notice. You were standing closest to Hyunwoo, who while obviously tensed, definitely seemed more relaxed than the rest of you

"Nothing yet," he confessed, eyes not leaving the street as he answered. “Not even stragglers from the bars. It’s just...empty.” It was...definitely strange. It was as if the world could tell that something was off tonight. You attention was then taken by the silent vibrations of your phone going off. Glancing over the message you then relayed it to the rest of your team.

"Minghao says he hasn’t seen anything yet. No one has even approached her." That didn’t make you feel any better, a small sense of dread was pooling in your gut as your phone buzzed once more. Backing out you went to check the other message. 

"Soonyoung said that she just passed them, but it’s basically just what Minghao reported. There was no one near her, Wonwoo couldn’t even see Mingao following her." You heard a small noise of amazement from the younger male, obviously not used to hearing about Minghao’s skills. You were about to make a mention of that being a regular occurrence when you noticed Vernon lift his index finger to his lips. The action being followed by the familiar sound of footsteps in the snow.

The air around your group grew still, yet almost painfully loud. You forced your ears to focus on the steps you had heard instead of the rapid beating of hearts that belonged to the wolves. They were far too loud and were definitely setting your nerves on edge. 

It felt like forever as you waited, eyes never leaving Vernon as you clutched your phone in your hand. Your messenger was opened and you were ready to send a report to Kevin, just in case something happened in your area they would need to know instantly.

As the footsteps grew closer, you could see Minah for a brief moment through as she passed by the alleyway where you were hiding. Thankfully, she was unaware of where everyone was stationed so she wouldn’t accidentally give away your position.

The plan had been for her to appear to be heading home, make her seem more vulnerable. It had been a perfect plan, but so far was yielding no results. Your eyes trained to her form as a small sneeze escaped her, she quickly rubbed a gloved hand against her nose to try warming it up even if just slightly. 

You waited with bated breath for her to exit safely from your area, listening intently for Vernon’s queue for you to send the message to the next team. After what felt like an eternity, Vernon’s posture dropped and his eyes finally left the street. He turned back to the group and shrugged a bit.

A part of your was grateful that nothing had happened but the other part was still tense with anxiety. Quickly typing and sending your report to Kevin, you glanced back up at Yubin and Hyunwoo. 

“I want you two,” you gestured to the fastest and strongest members of your team “to head to the fourth group and be prepared to help them out when you get there. Vernon and I are gonna check in on the third group. Make sure you keep as hidden as you can, we don’t need the stray catching on if he does see you.” 

At your words, Hyunwoo and Yubin nodded and both dashed to the other end of the alley way, taking a sharp left in the direction of the last grouping of members. It was definitely strange being the leader, it was not a job that you ever wanted again. You'd have to ask Junhui how the hell he did this all the time. It was exhausting, and stressful to be in charge of others. 

As the two finished their reports to the other groups, you began the trek towards the fourth group, Vernon following close by you as you kept to the alleyways as much as you could. Doing your best to keep as inconspicuous as possible. This street didn’t seem as deserted as the one Minah had been walking down, lingering species from all walks seemed to be wandering down the sidewalk. This caused that small lingering dread to grow as you picked up the pace, taking quicker steps towards your destination. Feeling the familiar vibrations of your phone. Your heart dropped into your stomach as you read the message from Kevin.

“Fuck, they’ve got her! ” 

***

Wonwoo felt his heart beating rapidly against his chest as he dashed around the corner, following the perp and Minah, alongside Jacob and the female Vampire who he believed was named Gahyeon. Despite her small stature she was quite quick and was a good head in front of the two wolves. It made sense to him now why you had been so adamant about her being one of the powerhouses of the Coven, but that was a thought for another time. 

He had just made it to the third grouping when Minah had been ambushed. From what Jacob had said while they were running, there had been only one assailant, he hadn’t been able to catch any distinct features but he had seen the man grab Minah and drag her into an alley just a bit away from where the third group had been stationed. Just like you had anticipated, he would have to commend you on that later. Once this was settled. 

To his surprise, not only was the assailant in the alley but so was another male. For a moment he was worried that you had been right about their numbers as well, but that worry was quelled as Gahyeon rushed to the second male’s side. He could only assume that this was Minghao and hope for the best. 

“If you let her go then things will go a lot better for you.” Minghao (?) declared, his posture seemed almost too relaxed, but Wonwoo noticed that his eyes never once left Minah’s trembling frame. The captured female looked terrified, her hands gripped tightly against her captor’s arms that had wrapped themselves around her body. He didn’t bother to try and hold her hands back, knowing that there would be no way that a simple human could over power a vampire. It was sad but true, and it seemed like Minah had also realized this.

The unfamiliar vampire rolled his eyes, one arm seemed to tighten around her waist while the other reached up and grasped her throat. He forcefully jerked her head to the side, not hard enough to kill her but just enough to make her uncomfortable. Wonwoo could see tears begin to spill from the young woman’s eyes, too scared to even attempt fighting back. This action seemed to set Minghao off, his seemingly casual posture dropped as he took a threatening step forward. The rest of the group following his lead, only to be stopped as the Stray let out a soft chuckle. 

“You know, if you get any closer I could easily snap her neck. Dead or alive, I’m still getting fed, and her blood just smells...wonderful.” He said, making a large show of burying his nose into Minah’s neck. A small terrified whimper left the young woman, her eyes clenching shut. The tension in the air could practically be cut with a knife. “Is this little human worth all this fuss? Surely Soonyoung has better things to do than deal with, little old me?”

Minghao didn’t dignify him with an answer, simply staring him down but refusing to move as long as Minah was directly in danger. It seemed as if time had stopped, completely frozen inside the cold winter’s night. 

As quickly as time froze it seemed to restart again, almost as if someone had hit the play button on a tv remote. The Stray’s head was roughly pulled back, the surprise of the attack threw him off and caused him to release Minah. Before she could hit the ground, Minghao had rushed forward to grab her. 

Everything seemed to move so fast, Wonwoo hadn’t seen who had attacked the Stray but as soon as Minah was secured he felt his body move forward on pure instinct.  Heart throbbing in his chest as he aimed a punch towards the Stray’s head, which he dodged by just a hair, only for him to be tackled by the small frame of Gahyeon. They rolled for a moment and it looked like she had the upper hand, until a shot rang out, followed by a growl of pain from the woman. She recoiled, jumping off of the stray and looking around wilding for where the shot came from.

Just as there had once been more of them than the stray, now the small group was surrounded by people from all walks of life as they waited for their backup. From the brief glance, Wonwoo could see a plethora of Fae, wolves, vampires, and even a human. They were outnumbered 8 to 5, with a disadvantage because Minghao was attempting to protect Minah as well as fight. It didn’t look good. 

Wonwoo tried to keep his eyes out for his teammates as he fended off a summer fae, small flecks of fire sparked off of her hands anytime she got close, in hopes of burning the wolf. She didn’t pack as much of a punch as he was expecting, but she was quick and practically running circles around him. It made it harder for him to land a punch much less catch the Fae woman. She was careless though, leaving holes in her defense which Wonwoo was more than happy to take advantage of. At his neck chance, his hand shot out and quickly gripped her neck and slammed her smaller frame into the wall of the alleyway. Vaguely he heard the shout of an unfamiliar name, once again followed by a gunshot.

A gunshot that he felt. Another growl of pain rang through the air, except this time from him. The pain was enough for him to drop the Fae woman in shock. 

Trying to keep himself on his feet as the Fae began a fresh assault on him, his mind enveloped in the pain of the bullet wound. Which was honestly hurting a lot more than he thought it should. For a split second he wondered if the bullet had been a silver one, but the thought was ripped from his mind as the woman took advantage of his distraction, grabbing his face and soon all he could feel was fire.

[hitsuackerman]

What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.12

a/n: it begins >:)

Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi @oikawalmart-hq @extrasugafree @bbykiyoomi @apricotjihyo @awings @simpformiya @sayakaaaaaa @colorseeingchick @demursv1ogs​ @chrisrue15 @beanst0ck @something-that-idk (i have no idea why i can’t tag some of you :( huhu )

links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 13

Time flew by so fast in this dimension. Now that you were well adjusted and loving the new life here, it had not dawned on you that 7 months had already passed. Things were moving smoothly and pleasantly.

“Here you go.” Akaashi handed you a snack bar. The two of you (well maybe three if Bokuto is included) were practically inseparable. The team had finally managed to pin the both of you down and confirm that you two were indeed dating. “Did you sleep well?”

Walking to school was still a thing both of you did. Except this time, fingers were intertwined and barely any distance between the both of you. The only time you two let go was when the school gates were near. Still, walking down the hallways, Akaashi made sure to always brush his fingers with yours.

“I did!” You pulled him in to kiss his cheek. The small smile he gave you still made your stomach butterflies flutter. “I did have a weird dream last night. You and Bokuto-san switched personalities. Seeing you do his ‘HEY HEY HEY’ was just so wrong on all levels.”

“Is there a quirk that can do that?”

At this point in time, you barely relied on your quirk. The feeling of accomplishing things without it’s aid was much more satisfying. Of course, Akaashi still reaped its healing benefits and took note of how his stamina had improved.

“High chances. If we can have a washing machine as a pro-hero, then there’s bound to be a quirk swapping quirk.”

“A washing machine?” He brushed his thumb on the corner of your lip to wipe off a crumb. “Even now, your world still surprises me.”

“It’s great if you hear it.” Leaning on his shoulder, you tightened your hold on his hand. “Living in it is a completely different story. It’s been, what, 7 months since I arrived here and I am more than content with not having to rely on my quirk.”

“What about your combat skills? Shouldn’t you still be sharpening them?”

“I wish I could.” That was true, though. “I’m pretty much useless at 30%. Even if I wanted to lift boulders or shit, I have to maintain at least 40%. The difference is small but the output is huge. I don’t get my quirk’s logic.”

“Well, it’s still early.” The gates were now in sight but he refused to let go of your hand. “I’m pretty sure you can work on your quirk. The others won’t arrive within 30 minutes.”

“It’s been 5 months and you’re still curious to see how I fight?” You giggled.

“Yes.” He nodded. “If my girlfriend trained to be a hero, I’d love to see how you move.”

“Well, you made that sound sexy~” You nudged his elbow. “Think we can have a little action before we head to the gym?”

“It’s 6:30am, (y/n). It’s too early for that.” He teased. Yet his steps were a little faster than before. “But, I guess I can’t oppose the idea.”

The next thing you knew, your back hit the wall as Akaashi hungrily kissed you. With your legs wrapped around his waist, your fingers found themselves coming through his hair. Pinning you even more, Akaashi’s hand undid your ribbon and unbuttoned the first two. Letting go of your lips, he trailed kisses from your cheek down to the crook of your neck.

As he was softly sucking on your skin, you loosened his tie and undid the two buttons as well. Tugging his hair, you were face to face with him again. Lust filled eyes staring back into yours. Leaning in, you gently kissed his lips before returning the favor. Activating your quirk, Akaashi felt his feet leave the ground. Knowing what you were about to do, he could feel you turning the both of you around.

Skillfully placing the both of you on the floor, Akaashi leaned on the wall as his hands began to roam higher and higher up your skirt. Having you straddle him this early in the morning was rather pleasant in all aspects. Tilting his head a bit, he gave you much easier access and felt you sucking on his skin a little harsher this time.

“Make sure it’s hidden under the collar.” He managed to whisper. Hickeys were a common thing to have both your bodies. He smirked at how your only response was a nod.

Caressing your cheek, he admired the way your face glowed even more. Pulling you in softly for another kiss, he felt his stomach fluttering when you smiled.

“We should probably head to the lockers now.”

“Fine.”

“We can continue this in my room later.” He whispered before kissing you deeply.

“Counting the hours~”

Moments later, you were now pumping air into some volleyballs. Morning practice for today would only take an hour so there was plenty of time to freshen up before the homeroom. Now that the gym was packed with your boys, you rolled out the volleyball cart and positioned it beside the net.

Everyone was now used to having you as a ball girl. In fact, some of them even tried to challenge you by purposely hitting the ball too hard or too low. With your hero training, it was nothing but a walk in the park. You did notice, however, that your body began to sweat a bit more. The after effects of not using your quirk for a long time was showing.

Nothing bad happens, though. Just panting and sweating.

“Aghkaashe!” Bokuto yelled. “Can you and (y/n)-chan help with my math later?”

“I don’t mind. What about you, (y/n)?”

“Sure thing~” You approached your two favorite boys. “Bokuto-senpai, how well did you do on your previous quiz?”

The captain’s golden eyes sparkled.

“HAHAHA! Thanks to you both, I managed to get a 32/50! Whatdya think?!” He punched the air and grinned widely. When the both of you applauded he began to jump up and down while shouting his trademark.

“Calm down, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi tried to stop him from jumping up and down. His friend obeyed and gave a cheeky thumbs up.

“God, I love you both so much~” You giggled at their exchange.

“But you love Ahkaashi more, don’t you (y/n)-chan?” Bokuto added as he shouldered Akaashi. This time, his deadpan face was holding a soft smile.

“Of course!”

When Konoha’s alarm sounded, each of you began to clean up and prepare for the rest of the day. With how often you did it, it had now become second nature to you. Yukie and Kaori even admitted that you adapted much faster than they had anticipated. Once all of you were now freshened up, the gym was locked once more and each player looked forward for the after school practice.

“Exams are approaching.” Akaashi said as he let you step into the classroom first. “Have you prepared your notes?”

“I did. But, you do remember that the subjects you have here are way too easy for me, right?” Placing your bag on your desk, you took a seat and faced Akaashi. “Shall we study in your room or mine?”

“we can take turns.” Now that he was seated, he fished out one of his notebooks and placed it on his desk. Not that it was needed, it merely became one of his habits. Watching as you dragged your chair closer to him, he offered you a pen and flipped the notebook open.

“So, what do you want me to draw?” This had become one of your recent traditions. Before the start of homeroom, Akaashi noticed how you liked to doodle on his notebooks. Deciding that a special one was needed, he took the liberty of buying a blank journal for you to fill with whatever it is you saw fit.

“Hmm, I recall you saying that you designed your own hero costume.” He saw how your eyes lit up. “May i see what it looked like?”

Starting the sketch, you began to draw a figure and dressed it with your costume.

“So, my costume isn’t flashy unlike the others.” You explained. “A quirk like mine doesn’t really need a lot of support items so I went with mobility and comfort. I decided that simplicity was key. Just the normal jacket, shirt, pants, and boots. The only support item I had were my gloves.”

Sketching your gloves, Akaashi couldn’t help but adore just how focused you were. Tucking in a loose strand of hair, he felt the butterflies in his stomach churning once again as the corners of your mouth formed a smile and your cheeks turning a faint hue of pink.

“What do your gloves do?” They looked like standard fingerless gloves.

“The material was specifically designed to aid in manipulating my quirk. It concentrates the energy I release and wraps around my hand. Sorta like a human torch~” It was a bit difficult to explain how it worked knowing you didn’t listen to the man who gave you the item. As long as it aided you, it was fine.

“What were Todoroki-kun’s support items?”

“Shoto’s support items were mostly temperature regulators. Wristbands and a big one he wears like a backpack to help even him out.” You drew his support items rather well.

“Can you try to sketch Todorki-kun’s face?” Letting you draw your friends was something he wasn’t so comfortable with. Not for that reason of course. He merely assumed that it would be a sensitive topic knowing the circumstances of how you arrived in his world. When you giggled, he tilted his head.

“About time you asked~” Beginning to draw your childhood friend, you continued. “I honestly wouldn’t mind drawing my friends for you, ya know? There’s no way I can introduce you to them so sketching them would be the best alternative.”

“I’m sorry.” He held on to your free hand. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfy.”

“You never make me uncomfy. Keiji~”

It was a quick sketch of half and half but a good one. He squinted his eye when he took note of the scar. He had heard of Tokoyami and Mina, but this one merely showed a boy about his age with a nasty burn on his face.

“Shoto’s got one helluva back story.” Your thumb began to brush Akaashi’s knuckles. “That scar was given to him by his mum when he was around 5 or 6 years old. It’s sad but he grew to accept it and is now healing.”

“You were engaged before, right?”

“For a while, yeah.” You handed him back the pen and closed the sketchpad. The bell had now rung and right on time, the teacher entered the room. Just as she was relaying a message, you were rummaging in your bag for a notebook.

“Please introduce yourselves~” The teacher said.

“Bakugo Katsuki”

“Midoriya Izuku.”

- - - - -

a/n: sooo... what yall gonna do now? :’)

[7-wonders]

Almost Feelings

Summary: Just when things were starting to get back to normal, an accidental confession by Michael sends shockwaves through your relationship.

Word Count: 3148

A/N: Another chapter of Mad Love, done. Thanks for sticking with me, and I hope this doesn’t suck too much.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15

Life manages to slowly reassume a state of relative normality. After Dinah Stevens had checked you over and declared you free of Satan’s influence, you were allowed to actually leave your bed and once again have freedom. Well, limited freedom. Michael has been wary of letting you out of his sight, terrified that Satan will once again attempt to control you. Your father-in-law hasn’t made an appearance in your lives since the night that he possessed a cocktail waitress, which is what scared both you and Michael the most. 

Michael had fully been expecting to be swept down to Hell for a thorough scolding about “spurning” the gifts being given to him. As the days passed with none of the usual indicators that Satan was near, your worry started to wane. Surely he had better things to do than stalk you and wait to once again try the plan that had already failed? Michael, on the other hand, wasn’t too sure. If there’s one thing he knows about the being he’s never met, it’s that he’s extremely patient. 

The gilded cage in which you’ve spent the past days under Michael’s watch has become increasingly more confining. Even if you weren’t outwardly expressing your discomfort, Michael would be able to sense it. Although he wants nothing more than to make sure you’re safe at all times, he knows he can’t keep you locked in the house. Maybe if he was less of a lovestruck Antichrist, he would have no qualms about it. The power dynamics in your relationship have changed, for better or for worse, and he cares about your wants far too much for him to disregard your feelings. 

It’s only been a few days since your bout of “food poisoning” when Michael finally agrees with you that it’s safe to return to class, but it feels as if it’s been months. Even in the largest house you’ve ever inhabited, cabin fever still runs rampant. As he watches you run out the door to get to campus, Michael feels a tugging in his chest that he’s come to associate with you. Watching the one person you love most in the world leave the safety of your protection is a pain that, unfortunately, Michael’s become all too familiar with.

While Michael’s dealing with emotions he’s never had before, you’re nearly drunk on the freedom that you’ve been denied lately. It’s not exactly warm out, but the windows in your car are rolled down and the wind whips your hair around your face as you sing along to the radio at the top of your lungs.

Classes, of course, you could do without. It’s the little moments, getting to laugh with your friends in class and holing up in your favorite hidden corners when you have a break, that make the monotony of lectures bearable. Michael, predictably, breaks the established rules of communication by texting you to make sure that you’re okay at least once an hour. Prior to momentarily being Satan’s puppet, this would have irritated you to no end. Now, you understand Michael’s motives in a way that you previously hadn’t.

“You look a lot better,” Mallory says in place of a regular greeting when you meet up with her in the library after class.

“As opposed to my regularly horrendous appearance?” She rolls her eyes, obviously not appreciating your joke.

“You know what I meant.” You slide into the seat across the table from Mallory, tugging your textbook and laptop out of your backpack. “The endless bout of food poisoning is finally gone for good?”

“I think so. I started feeling human a couple of days ago, and this is the first day I haven’t felt like crawling into a hole and dying since I got sick.”

“Well that’s good. I almost thought you were avoiding us after revealing your secret.” You look up, panicked at what she could mean before realizing that she means your living arrangements.

“Oh! No, I wouldn’t avoid you guys, because it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Really? Because with the way that Michael looks at you, you would think that you were married.”

You laugh nervously and pretend to search for a pen in your bag, attempting to hide your anxious expression. “Like I’ve told you before, we’re just friends and he was nice enough to help me out when I was facing a tough time.”

“It’s not a bad thing if you do have feelings for him, (Y/N).”

“I just don’t get why you and Kate are stuck on this idea,” you grumble.

Mallory’s gaze softens when she sees how her comments affected you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

“I’m not mad at you, I promise. Let’s just work on homework before we get too off-track.”

Of course, this plan works for a good twenty minutes, giving you just enough time to read and take notes from one chapter of your text before your attention is drawn away from the task at hand. Mallory had merely asked for your help in identifying the proper use of ‘affect’ versus ‘effect,’ which almost immediately led to discussing topics that have nothing to do with schoolwork. 

“I think we need to focus on the real issue here,” you comment as Mallory laments Kate and Brennan’s latest argument, this one about moving in together.

“Which is?”

“Your own love life, of course.” Mallory groans, making you pout. “Mal, you haven’t mentioned any sort of romantic interest once since I met you.”

“Because I have better things to do than spend my time swiping on Tinder.” You can tell that there’s more she’s not divulging, and a good minute of remaining silent while sneaking glances at her has the brunette finally speaking again. “I...my last relationship didn’t end well at all.”

“Was this while you were still living in New Orleans?”

“Yeah. Actually, my decision to transfer here is what led to our break up. She wanted me to stay, I wanted to go, and that was that.”

You feel for her, but an interesting bit of information captures the majority of your attention. “‘She!’”

Mallory flushes, attempting to stutter out an answer, but you’re far too excited to allow her to speak.

“Ooh, that doubles the potential dating pool for you! I know so many people who would be so interested in you, and they’re just the ones that I can think of off the top of my head.”

“While I appreciate your excitement, I’m just not sure I’m quite ready for another relationship yet.” You nod in understanding, but Mallory’s phone chiming ends the conversation before you can suggest slowly diving back into the dating pool. “Ugh, I’ve gotta get going.”

“Yeah, I should probably go too. I have way too much homework that I haven’t gotten started on.”

“Wanna make a deal?” Mallory asks as you walk towards the parking lot together.

“A deal?”

“Mhm. I won’t bring up the Michael issue anymore if you won’t try and drag me out to go and meet new people.”

You have to hand it to her; she’s extremely good at bartering. “Alright then, we have a deal.”

//

Shockingly, Michael’s not waiting at the door for you when you arrive home. You find him in the kitchen searching for food, although he does look like he’s trying not to seem like he’s waiting for you.

“Hey,” you greet, hopping up on the counter and pulling Michael into a hug that he begrudgingly returns.

“Hi. How were classes today?”

“I survived, so…” you trail off, shrugging.

“And you’re feeling okay? Nothing odd happened to you?”

“No, I’m great.” Just to prove how great you are, you shove Michael away from you. “Could someone possessed by Satan do that?”

“No, I suppose not.”

Getting off of the counter, you snag a sandwich from a plate and take a very well-deserved bite. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You’ve asked me many questions about many things, all without asking beforehand if you can.”

“Well it’s a touchy subject, and people usually like to make sure that it’s okay to ask.”

Michael looks at you like he’s not sure he wants to know what you’ll ask, but nods anyways. “Ask away, then.”

“You’re treating this whole situation like it’s your fault.”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“Sorry. Why are you treating this whole situation like it’s your fault?”

“I’m not.”

Wrinkling your nose, you cross your arms over your chest and glare. “I thought you hated lies.”

“It wasn’t a lie,” he scoffs.

“Michael, you’re terrified about me leaving your sight and you do anything and everything I ask. It’s okay to feel like it’s your fault, but I need you to know that it’s not.”

“How is it not my fault? It happened at an event that I took you to, it was my father who poisoned you, and it’s because you’re an unwilling part of this prophecy that I dragged you into.”

“Are you your father? Are you the one who made me drink that potion? Did you take advantage of me when you could have?”

“No, I’m not, and I didn’t, but I’m the reason he tried it in the first place!”

The room falls silent, and you watch as Michael’s eyes widen. You wouldn’t have thought anything about his statement in the first place if he hadn’t shown any fear in his eyes, assuming it to just be a blanket statement since Satan’s his father. Now, you’re starting to suspect there might be something more.

“What do you mean, ‘you’re the reason he tried it in the first place?’”

“I-I--” Michael shakes his head as he stammers, taking a cautious step back from you.

“Michael,” you snap, patience running thin.

“Fuck, (Y/N)!” He runs a hand through his hair, and you’re shocked at his uncharacteristic use of a swear. “I was impatient and frustrated, and so I sought out my father’s advice for help. I knew it was wrong the moment he gave me a solution, but he was so angry that I even thought about turning down his ‘gift’ that I...I took it.”

“You knew he was going to give me that drink at the Cooperative event?” You’re oddly calm, something that frightens Michael more than any amount of anger could.

“No! No, I knew nothing about that.”

You take your time digesting this information, letting Michael stew in his anxiety as your jaw clenches tightly. “So there was another time, then?”

“Yes, there was.”

Thinking through every interaction you’ve had with Michael in the past couple of months, you can only think of a couple of occasions where he’s acted stranger than normal. Only one of those, however, involved Satan’s ironic choice of apples.

“The day where I had the weird dream that I couldn’t remember, and then you freaked out when I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl,” you say bitterly. “You put that fucking apple there!”

“I didn’t have a choice--”

“Yes, you did. You contacted your father because you were pissed I wasn’t your adoring little wife, you put that apple in the bowl, you watched as I ate what you thought was your father’s gift, and you kept this little secret from me!”

The lights flicker ominously above you, a silent warning to watch yourself before Michael loses control. Today, however, those signs of Michael’s immense powers couldn’t mean less to you. 

“I wanted to protect you. The second you grabbed that apple, I regretted even contacting my father in the first place. I assumed that, by not telling you in the first place, that would mean you weren’t living every day in fear.”

“You don’t get to decide what information I should and shouldn’t know, especially when it directly concerns me and my life.”

“I know that, and you need to trust me when I say that I am so, so sorry for the way that this happened.” Michael reaches a hand out to try and physically convey just how sorry he is, but you shove him away as you shake your head emphatically. The tears brimming in your eyes physically cause him pain, and all he wants to do is feel one of your hugs as he wipes your sadness away. 

“How do you expect me to trust you anymore? You lied to me and put my life at risk, solely for your own selfish reasons,” you cry out, spinning on your heel and marching up the stairs.

“I don’t expect you to trust me, and I’ll spend every day trying to earn that trust back--”

“No,” you spit, coming to a stop at your bedroom door. “This isn’t something that you can just apologize a few times for and then everything is okay again.”

Michael watches helplessly from the threshold of your room, not willing to go in as you grab a bag and start throwing clothes into it.

“I know you’ve never really seen the dynamics of any sort of a healthy relationship, but surely even you should know that this is not the way that people are treated.”

“What are you doing? Are you leaving?”

You ignore his question, walking into the bathroom before returning with an armful of toiletries. “You say that you’re in love with me? What you did is not love. Love is honesty, and protection, and admitting your mistakes when you make them. Love is not lying to save face, or believing that you know better than the person you claim you love.”

“(Y/N),” Michael says brokenly, hoping to somehow find enough of a gap in your sentences to attempt and repair what’s been broken.

“You’re not supposed to hurt those that you love, and you hurt me.”

“I do love you, and I never wanted any of this to happen!” Now Michael’s crying too, blue eyes stormy as tears trail down his cheeks.

“You don’t love me, Michael. You love the idea of what I’m supposed to be for you. You think that I’m just going to wake up one day and fit into this role that supposedly is mine by prophecy, but I’m not. It’s been almost a year; either release me from this sham of a Satanic marriage or kill me, because I will never be what you want me to be.”

Michael feels like his entire world is crumbling around him as you zip up your bag and toss it over your shoulder. He has to do something to fix this, but it’s as if he’s frozen in place. You can’t even look him in the eyes as you pass, knowing that you’ll lose your resolve if you do.

“Just because your father doesn’t love you doesn’t give you the excuse to have a skewed idea of love.” You pause at the front door, hand on the doorknob as you look back at him. “I need to be alone for a couple of days. Don’t bother trying to contact me, I won’t answer.”

Closing the door behind you, you can hear Michael’s screams of agony as you run to your car and fumble with the keys. The key’s barely in the ignition before you’re driving away, angrily swiping tears from your face to attempt to keep your sight clear.

How could he betray you like this? How could he sit by, hearing you thank him profusely for saving your life, when it was all his fault? Your mind whirls with a cacophony of questions, all of them leaving behind a bitter disappointment.

He’s supposed to be your friend. Up until today, you had thought things were going well, and you genuinely liked your Satanic roommate. Now, you don’t know if you can ever even trust him again. This deception stings more than you would have expected. After all, you used to despise him; why should this hurt you when you had expected the bare minimum? Maybe this is all your fault for placing your trust in a person who should not be trusted under any circumstances.

You’re too lost in your thoughts to register movement out of the corner of your eye until it’s too late, a small deer jumping directly in the path of your oncoming vehicle. Gasping, you slam on the brakes in an attempt to save the animal. Startled by the sound, the deer dashes across the road into the tree-line. You should be in the clear, but a quick rainstorm earlier in the evening has left the roads wet. As the car hydroplanes across the road, you quickly realize that there’s no stopping its path.

The car careens through the deserted road, crashing in the ditch and coming to a stop when it hits a tree. Although you try to brace yourself, the force of the crash overwhelms any strength you may have. Your head smacks against the steering wheel, and though you only lose consciousness for a second, it’s frighteningly disorienting to wake up again.

Your head screams in pain as you lift yourself up, and you can feel a warm liquid coursing down your face. Gingerly touching the source, you examine your fingers and confirm that you’re bleeding. Throwing open the car door, you stumble and land on your hands and knees. When you attempt to stand, the world tilts under your feet, so you settle from crawling away from the wreckage.

Of course this would happen to you when you’re attempting to put some distance between you and Michael. Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if this crash was orchestrated by Satan himself to voice his displeasure at the situation. You try your hardest to crawl towards the road, hoping that a lone car will spot you and get help, but your arms give out underneath you and send you falling to the ground.

Staring up at the darkening sky, you can only hope that this concussion isn’t the kind that includes internal bleeding. There’s a chance for you to make your way to safety if you can regain your bearings, but the dropping temperatures make you worry that you’ll be out in the cold all night. Just as you’ve resigned yourself to freezing to death, the sound of feminine voices approaching you gives you hope.

“Over here, help me!” you call weakly, attempting to sit up to see who’s out there.

Four women walk towards you; an older woman with crimped red hair, two blondes, and a brunette. One of the blondes bends down beside you and, instead of calling for help, smiles at you with perfectly-painted pink lips as she strokes your bloodied hair away from your face. You panic as you feel yourself losing consciousness again, wide eyes darting around the group as you try to ask what’s going on. Right before passing out, you lock eyes with the brunette and feel a flicker of recognition.

“Mallory?”

//

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[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Sorry, American here. What are a-levels??????

The UK Schooling System:

So the  system is as (roughly) follows from my experience - this may be slightly different depending on area/school:

Age 5-12 is Foundation Stage (Kindergarten), Year 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 - this is ‘Primary school’ for us. At the end of year 6 we take a few tests called SATs to help determine which sets we should be in secondary school - sets depend on ability so usually there’s lower, middle and higher.  

Age 12-16 is Year 7, 8, 9, 10 and 11: is Secondary School. At the end of year 9 you choose your ‘options’ which are the subjects you would like to study for your GCSE’s alongside the core subjects (science,English and maths) - for example I took BTEC music, art, triple science  (extra science because I hated myself) History and BTEC PE. (These subjects are often related to what you would like to study in further education) GCSE’s are studied in year 10 and 11 in which those two years are spent learning your chosen subjects to take the exams at the end of year 11 - these exams help you get into your chosen A-level subjects. These exams also take the piss a bit because I remember having to do 17 in total whereas others had to do upwards of 21.- ranging from 1 hour to 2 hours.

Age 16-18 is College/Sixth form. In short: College is usually where people go to study one subject over two years, for example, a BTEC Business or Music course would be taught there - these subjects often rely heavily on coursework (marked work throughout the years) as opposed to final exams. A sixth form is usually where  multiple subjects (up to 4) are taken. My three subjects were Film, Fine art and English Language - at the end of two years, exams are taken to determine whether you can get a place in a university. Again, the subject(s) taken at this stage normally relate heavily on what you are going to do next, e.g, work, apprenticeship  or university. 

(This is why the exams being cancelled is such a big thing for students because there is a lot of anxiety over whether people will be able to get their place when our grades are going to be determined on what our teachers think/past marks etc. Basically, Art A level is 100% coursework and since we (my college) have already begun our exam project, there is no way for us to submit it and take out 15 hour exam at the end of it, therefore our grade is going to be heavily reliant on the last component which sucks. On the other hand, my other two subjects count coursework as 30% of the final grade- leaving the other 70% to our performance in exams - all of which was submitted a month ago, so its less stressful when thinking of it that way. I’m not being funny though, I would 100% prefer to do my exams to a) be able to say those two years of commuting 3+ hours a day amounted to something and b) give a more accurate representation of my ability to my chosen universities.) 

Age 18-21 is University: A.K.A College - pretty self explanatory. 

So yeah. Sorry for any confusion but I hope this helps to explain it all! Hey, this may even help non-British writers in writing a piece based in the UK. 

[reactingwithexo]

Can You Keep A Secret (13) - Sehun

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /Part 4/ Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10  / Part 11 / Part 12

genre: angst & fluff 

warnings: crime stuff, a whole lot of fluff on this part, mentions of smut and making out 

word-count: 1.8K

A/N: I understand if you want to murder me. But since I got a new wave of followers lately (thank you btw and welcome) and it’s also a gift for doctor @damned-fangirl​ for her graduation, hope you like it!

You couldn’t believe at yourself. It’s been a whole week and you still held that stupid smile on your face since that night with Sehun. Having to put with even your mom teasing you was not for you.

Yes, part of you still had worries about what you were gonna do to stop the whole scheme that tied your history to sehun’s but he was just being so sweet you kinda held the anxiety back and focused on the now. And that meant focusing on opening up the door to meet Sehun.

“Aren’t you a little early? I’m so sick of you obsessing over me” your fake annoyance is quickly torn by him mumbling for you to shut up and pulling you to a short kiss. 

“Fine- you mess up his hair -  I’ll spend more hours with you just because it is your birthday”

He frowned and tried to fix his hair “I’m surprised you remember”

“Excuse me, how would I forget your birthday?” this time you were the one to pull him into a kiss “happy birthday”. He shared a cute smile and said “Okay, did you pack some stuff as I told you? I have a surprise”

“Ah yes - you showed him your bag - I just don’t get it why all this suprise talk if the birthday is yours anyways”

“I donate even when I’m supposed to be receiving, you know how good of a person I am” he says dramatically.

You hum and nod “yea..sure”

“Let’s go? It’s good if we can get that early still”

“Oh wait, I need to show you this” You open up your back and show him a dress “what do you think for the party? it’s not as pretty as the one you gave me last year but it’s cute enough I guess”

“Party? What are you talking about?” He asked in confusion, confusing you in the process.

“Huh? Sehun, your annual birthday party? Did you forget? You used to look forward so much to it”

“Oh” He started laughing as you stared at him “y/n, I won’t be hosting the party this year”

“You won’t? what? why? first time I put some effort into it and you’re telling me there won’t be any party?” you sulked as you threw the dress back in your bag.

He still laughed at your reaction as he answered “I’m sorry babe but I was sick of having those people that I barely know anymore in my house, but you can still wear the dress tonight, I certainly won’t oppose to it”

“Ok then, if there’s no party then what are we doing mr?”

“You’d know faster if we got going as I said” he offered his hand for you to take it and you two headed to his car as you screamed a little goodbye to your mother on the way.

“You can’t be this mysterious with me Sehun - you said while he started driving -what if you kidnap me or something? How am I supposed to know i’m not in grave danger?”

He looked at you for a second and let out a giggle “I don’t think you’d be that mad if I did to be honest”

You were about to answer on the same note when you noticed you were receiving a call, since your phone was in your hand, Sehun took a glance as well and let out a sigh “Ah what does this guy wants now?”

It was Jungkook who was calling “well, unlike someone who has completely ignored school exits, he is probably just wanting to know something about our assignment”

“Yeah and who calls at a sunday to talk about school y/n?”

“I’m not answering ok? just forget about it”

“You shouldn’t even have his phone, he’s probably gonna track you at some time”

“Oh my God Sehun, stop assuming everyone is plotting against us, I know we’ve came across people like that but he’s just a normal guy, at least have normal suspicious a jealous person would have instead of assuming he is a criminal”

“So you’re saying I should be jealous?”

“That’s your choice, but you shouldn’t be stressing over this today, even if your intuition says he is ready to hunt me down, just focus on your day and let’s enjoy it together”

“You’re right” he said and seemed to relax a little bit.”Let me connect my playlist now instead of hearing your shitty song choices please, it’s my birthday”

“Oh god, will I really have to endure 50 cent Sehun again?”

“Yes, you will” he laughed along and pressed play.

While he seemed to have fun you found yourself looking at him for more than you should until eventually he realized too “what’s up?”

“Nothing, you looked cute that’s all”

“So you finally admit 50 cent Sehun is the cutest Sehun?” he asks with a smile on his face

“Hmmm no, original Sehun is still the cutest” you followed with a kiss on his cheek.

“I should have birthdays more often”

“Shush don’t ruin the moment... how far are we anyways?”

“Not too far, I’ve heard time goes faster if you kiss the one who’s getting older today”

You slapped his arm “I told you not to ruin the moment but you can’t help it right?”

He followed by turning up the volume of the song and trying to get you to sing with him, which turned into a mess of giggles and him shouting for you to ‘be the beyonce to his jayz’

How the hell did you end up liking this guy of all people?

The karaoke session did help in making the time pass faster and Sehun announced you have arrived.

You were in the middle of nowhere and all you could see was green “you’re not ledit kidnapping me right?” you asked as he got out of the car and went to get something in the backseat.

“Nah, that’d take too much work, instead I am going to poison you with this” he took out a picnic basket.

“What? We’re having a picnic?” You helped him getting the bottle he was carrying and followed him.

“Yeah,...is that weird?”

“No, it’s so cute, we haven’t had one in years”

You found a nice spot to sit down and start your picnic. “How did you find this? Did you just drive until you found somewhere peaceful?”

“What? no, I rented that cabin we just passed through for us”

“Oh?”

“You thought I’d come all the way just to have a picnic and then drive all the way back?”

“I don’t know, I’m just surprised you’d be so romantic, are you trying to seduce me Oh Sehun?”

“I’d only need me for that, but no, I just wanted to spend some quality time with my-” he stopped himself and continued “with you”

You smiled “what was that?”

“You got it”

“Were you gonna call me your girlfriend or am I hearing things?”

“Yeah I guess” he shrugged his shoulders “I thought you’d find it weird though”

“No, I just wasn’t aware i was...”

“I mean” he gulped “Do you want to?”

“Want to what?” you teased him and hid your smile behind the glass you were having.

“I swear you just love to torture me since we met” he whined and took a breath “Do you, y/n , want to be my girlfriend?”

“Hmmmm” you pretended to think about it and picked up a flower that was close to you “should I say yes?” you took out a petal “or should I say no?” you repeated the action and saw Sehun rolling his eyes beside you and moving towards you, he picked up the flower from your hands and placed it above your right ear as he said “Stop making me go through this and just answer”

“Of course” you gave him a quick peck “what else would I answer?” he pulled you in for another kiss, but this time more than just a peck as you felt his other arm hug your waist for support, you welcomed his advances and allowed yourself to fall into his embrace, and he laid you down gently as the touches grew more heavy.

You suddenly felt him smile in the kiss and opened your eyes slightly when he stopped for a brief moment “I didn’t rent a cabin for us to do this in the grass”

Laughing at his antics you agreed “that’s my boyfriend”

You two ended up finishing your meal and then heading to the cabin afterwards where he attacked you with kisses which he claimed was his dessert, not that you minded anyways and you spent a pretty fun afternoon entangled in each other’s arms.

“This is so much better than a party, you were right” you said while you two were cuddling near the fire place. He hummed and you remembered “do you remember the first time you kissed me was exactly a year ago?”

“Yeah, that’s true” 

“I still wonder what made you confess to me all of a sudden, was it just the alcohol or?”

“Well the alcohol helped but no, I just I don’t know, I realized I liked you for real and thought I should try”

“I’m glad you did”

He hugged you a little bit stronger and said “you seem to be the only thing in my life I’m sure of, the rest is just fuzzy”

“Well I can relate, we did find out together that our lives weren’t what they seemed to be and we’re going through it, it’s gonna get better”

You both jumped as you heard a harsh knock at the door.

A/N: Short and sweet I guess but this time I won’t take this long to update since next part will be the second to last part of this baby, thank you for reading 

[jungle321jungle]

Blood Letters

Writing letters which are not meant to be sent can be therapeutic, at least that is what people claim. Logan thinks it is to an extent, but he finds the subject matter of the letters to be of far more consequence.

Or, Logan dreams about murder.

Taglist: @hells-missing-a-goat @angels-and-dreams @ollyollyoxinfree @gattonero17 @chumo-cookie @dreaming-always @anxiety-ismy-name @mrbubbajones @janustheliar @hogwarts-my-love

Ao3 - Masterlist

Note: Lots of blood and death mention things of all sorts

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Blood Letters

Dear Janus,

I am writing this letter which is addressed to you in order to sort out my own thoughts. Patton recommended this method to me in order to “get out my feelings in a positive way”. He claims that writing a letter addressed to myself or no one at all with all my thoughts is nearly on par with saying them aloud. Roman agreed and then recommended burning the letters upon completion to get rid of any trace of my problems. However, Patton suggests I keep them. I am still not sure which I will do (I had also asked Remus who only suggested I set myself ablaze), so I will decide upon finishing. Oh, and before I go further, I do apologize for how disjointed this letter will be. I am told that the less structured and closer to a stream of consciousness I am, the better. This has yet to be proven. 

Now, I have chosen to address this letter to your Janus rather than myself, given part of my issues seem to stem from you. I assure you, that I am not blaming you in any regard. I am entirely to blame for my own compulsions, and I accept that. But I hope that by addressing the concerns between us that lie solely in my mind I can expel them entirely. Quite frankly I do not expect much from this, intrusive thoughts are not such a simple concept after all- but I have not told my friends the ongoings of my mind. I do not wish to concern them, nor do I wish to seek professional help for multiple reasons. For one I do not have the time nor money, I spend much of time working to pay for my grandmother’s nursing home bills, also I-

It occurs to me that I have been prattling on about my reasons for writing the letter as opposed to writing how I feel about you, so I shall commence doing so. 

Given this letter is not intended to be read I have no need to sugar coat my words. 

I am in love with you Janus, and more than that- I want to see you die. 

I am not partial to the method of your death. I have had dreams where you suffocate, drown, bleed out, and more- all of which were as spectacular as the last. In the first dream you and I had been walking down the street with our friends. The group hadn’t been talking about anything of true value to my knowledge, but I do recall the way it ended. You and I had fallen to the back of the group, walking in silence. And I did not see why it was that you lingered when we crossed the street- but I did turn to see you take flight once the car struck you. For a moment I was filled with nothing but fear. My heart was racing, and despite being a dream I was struggling to breathe. Upon waking I assumed my reaction was because I saw someone die. But after the second dream where I watched you bleed out and suffocate after your throat was slit, I understood that my heart racing wasn’t due to fear, it was something closer to intrigue. And from there my feelings have only grown more intense. 

Whenever I see you Janus- or dream of you- I fall for you even more. 

I am not sure what else I can say in this letter, so I suppose I shall end it here. I am still unsure what I will do with this short letter, but I suppose it is not that important. 

Yours,

Logan

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#2

Dear Janus, 

I hadn’t intended to write you a letter again. 

After I wrote (and kept) the first, I found the dreams and urges decreased greatly. And I was happy to feel a “normal” love for you, but now weeks later I found they have returned in full force and I am not entirely sure why they have. Perhaps it was on account of me spending more time with you. I greatly enjoyed our trip to the mall. I am not one to believe in fate, but I think it is a wonderful coincidence that we both happened to run into each other. And I think it speaks yards that you suggested we shop together. As we did, I found myself staring at your face so often when you weren’t looking. I think I stared so much that if I held any artistic talent I think I could sketch every ridge of your face and its scars with accuracy, and still not hold a candle to your general beauty. 

I wish I had artistic talent, if I did I’d render the versions of you I see only in my mind. 

Your eyes wide and terrified. Maybe with burst blood vessels. I can’t help but wonder what you’d look like with your scars open. So many times I have wanted to ask you how you got them- I want you to explain to me every detail. Well enough that I can picture it myself and savor every moment. But I know if I ask I would push you away. And that’s the one thing I can’t do. I won’t jeopardize my chance at seeing you. Because at this point I’m not sure how well I’ll fair without you. 

Yours, 

Logan 

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#3

Dear Janus,

The dreams are back. 

This time you fell from a building. Your limbs bent at strange angles with a vacant yet shocked looked in your eyes. It was beautiful Janus. More so than your face alive. 

I can’t explain the beauty I see that no one else ever can. But I wish I could. 

Yours,

Logan. 

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#4

Janus,

It’s the middle of the night. 3:41 am according to the clock on my nightstand. 

You were dead again. That’s nothing new. What was new however, is that this time I was the one who killed you. 

I’m not even sure how- or why. 

I’m still tired yet running on adrenaline, I can’t make sense of my own thoughts. All I know is that I saw you lying in a pool of your own blood, and I was holding the knife. 

I need to get some air. 

Logan

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#5

Janus,

It’s only been a week. And I killed you again. 

I used a baseball bat. I watched your body lurch with each strike. 

I continued even after I knew you were dead, because each time I hit you it seemed the blood sprayed about you like a frame of red. With your beauty pictured in its center. 

I wonder what it will be next time. 

Logan

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#6

Janus,

I’ve never told you that I’ve been to prison, have I? 

It was years ago, not long after I came out, my father had kicked me out and my grandmother took me in. She had been waiting for me outside of my job, and when I exited the building I saw two men look at me before they ran off. They stole her purse. She was injured and she told me not to go after them, so I didn’t at the time. But I tracked them down. I only did eighteen months for two counts of  assault. I probably would have done more had I not caught them they were attacking some other old woman. It was only eighteen months, plus time in jail awaiting sentencing, but it’s not something I wish to repeat. I don't want to lose my freedom.

Just as I don’t want to lose you. 

So why do I dream of your death- of your murder? 

Why is it that killing you is both what I want and what I fear most? 

Logan 

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#7

Janus,

You gave me a hug today when the group all said goodbye. 

And when walking back to my car, Virgil teased me for liking you. I wasn’t aware that anyone knew that I cared for you. He told me to ask you out, but I’m not sure I deserve that much. But when I told him so he didn’t understand. I made no effort to explain because I can’t expect him to. 

I can’t expect anyone to understand the fact that when you hugged me, I had to ensure my hands went around your torso and not your neck. 

Logan

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#8

Janus,

In my dreams your blood has texture. 

It is thicker than water, but I can’t quite identify what it’s viscosity reminds me of. But there are also small bits to it. Bits is the wrong phrasing. I am not sure what the proper word is, perhaps chunks? No that seems wrong as well. Whatever the word, I believe it is a result of your tissue mixing with the blood. This is only conjecture though, the dreams never last long enough for me to figure it out. 

One thing I do I know however, is how white your bones look in contrast with the blood. They appear like porcelain- no like beautiful white pearls. They’re luxurious, and priceless. 

Logan

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#9

Janus,

I should leave. 

I should go elsewhere. Somewhere far away where you are not within my reach. 

But I shouldn’t leave my grandmother. I go visit her every other week. She looks forward to those visits.

Do I have to pick between the two I love?

How does a person do that? No. That’s not the right question. The right question is why am I leaning towards you?

Logan

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#10

Janus,

I don’t know how far I should go. Where is far enough that I don’t see you when I close my eyes? Because no matter what you’d always be a distance away. And if I travel somewhere there is always the risk that I will take the journey back here. 

Where is far enough? 

Right now I can only think of one place where I cannot hurt you, but while I know I could take your life, I am too much of a coward to take my own. 

Logan

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#11

Janus,

You seemed annoyed when I cancelled our plans leaving you to see the movie with Remus alone. But I don’t know if I could sit for two hours beside you, without wanting the light in your eyes to dim. I couldn’t go. Not when I’ve already found a new job and a new place to stay. 

I’m going to leave for your safety. So I can’t jeopardize it now. 

I hope you enjoyed the film. 

Logan. 

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#12

Janus,

I leave today. I have not told anyone where I am going. And I’m sure my sudden disappearance will come as a shock to our friends, but that is the least of all evils. 

It took months, and it took me till today- the day I am leaving- but I have finally decided what to do with all these letters. I can only hope it is the right choice. 

I am sorry Janus. 

I am sure those are words you do not wish to hear- or read. But they are true. I am sorry, who I am and whom I’ve become. And at this point it might sound strange, but even so I wish you happiness and life. I wish you life. 

Perhaps more than I wish for you death. 

Logan. 

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“You have a package.”

“Who from?”

“I dunno.”

He gave a frown as he took the package. It was a small box, a bit smaller than a shoe box and in neat handwriting on top was his name and address but the name on the return address had been rendered unreadable. Maybe something had spilled and scratched it in transport. He stood from his seat, and moved to the kitchen setting the box on the table before retrieving a knife to open the box. When he had, he found envelopes inside- each one bearing his name and a number on the front. 

“Did someone send you a box of letters?”

“I’m as confused as you are, Virgil.” He dumped them out, his eyes scanning until he found the envelope marked number one. The letter inside thankfully didn’t seem long, but it held the same neat scrawl. “Dear Janus, I am writing this letter which is addressed to you in order to sort out my own thoughts...” he trailed off his eyes scanning the lines in confusion- before he froze. He read it once. Twice. Three times, before Virgil had snatched it from his hands. 

Janus could hear his heartbeat drumming in his ears, and he felt bile rise in his throat- but even so he reached for number two. 

“It’s sick,” Virgil said finally, throwing the last one down the table. 

Janus didn’t reply as he reached for the closest one- number seven- but Virgil put a hand on it stopping him.  

“Don't. Reading them once was bad enough.”

Janus moved his hand away as his eyes drifted to the ceiling above him- but on the whiteness of it he could only see the words he had read. He closed his eyes, squeezing them tight. But now he could almost hear Logan’s voice. 

“I used a baseball bat... Your blood has texture... A frame of red.”

“I know we joked that Logan left without a word because he got into trouble but...” Janus trailed off as he took a deep shuddering breath, and when he spoke again his voice was barely above a whisper. “He’s going to come back, isn’t he?”

Virgil didn’t reply, but Janus could hear as he moved about the room before he finally spoke. “...I’m calling the police.”

“And tell them what?” He demanded, looking back to Virgil. “Tell then that someone I thought was my friend actually dreams of killing me? To tell them that he’s now vanished into thin air? He could be anywhere Vee. Anywhere!”

Virgil didn’t reply but he turned so Janus couldn’t see his face. “I’m calling.” He didn’t bother to say anything more, he only took a step out of the room as he dialed, leaving Janus alone. 

Alone with the letters. 

Alone with his thoughts. 

Alone with his fears. 

And alone with the hope that Logan would never come back. 

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Weird “Things to know about humans.”

So I know I usually write stories, but some days I will be to busy for that. The short report style is a little faster. In light of this, I ask for your suggestions on what to base these shorter writings on. I have a much harder time coming up with ideas for this kind of writing than short stories.

Please comment, ask questions, and give ideas. I love any and all of the above. 

Report ID 2241566

Author Krill

Things to Know About Humans

I have made an effort to write, a comprehensive guide for my fellow members foe galaxy, and especially for anyone who comes into frequent contact with humans. Almost two years in to my study of the humans and this list is BY NO MEANS comprehensive, but I hope it helps

1.       Humans are very easily bored. If left alone with nothing to do for long periods of time they are likely to become destructive, aggressive, angry, or depressed. I recommend the following as ways of dealing with the humans.

a.       Bubbles: humans love bubbles, they like it in their bathwater and in their drinks, and they like making them. It works best for small humans but has been known to occupy adult humans for a period of time

b.      Colors: humans also love bright colors and having the ability to apply these pigments to a blank sheet of paper. It enhances creativity and can keep them occupied for hours. While this is traditionally for small humans, coloring pages are specifically made for adult humans. I would advise investing in some coloring books for adult humans.

c.       Puzzles; as long as the puzzle is not too complicated, and as long as it is time consuming, your human should be happy. Try incorporating bright colors into the puzzle to keep their attention.

d.      Television: humans like watching other humans play pretend. It’s actually kind of adorable, and they can do this for hours.

e.      Give a human something to read, preferably in their native language. Humans LOVE making up stories and reading them. There are even humans who make a living out of this.

f.        Music: this is like a drug to humans. They love having it all day every day, and use it to promote concentration, performance, relaxation, and even sleep. Be sure to note that not every human likes ALL music and not ALL music promotes the same effects.

2.       Another important thing to remember is that humans need physical contact to be happy (in general often it is a good idea to keep two humans or more rather than just one.

a.       Humans like cuddling with other members of their species. Though the female human is more likely to do this, male humans have been known to do this in large packs. This works best when there are members of both sexes.

b.      When a human is upset, it is normal for them to do a sort of standing cuddle for a few seconds. If you don’t have another human to perform this procedure, you can do it yourself by following the directions in diagram A-1.

c.       Humans who have been friends for a long time, or usually, a mating pair of humans connect to each other by holding hands so they won’t become separated from each other.

3.       Humans collect soft objects en mass this includes blankets, pillows, sweaters, clothes, and sometimes, other animals. If you ever need to get a gift for a human get them something fuzzy.

4.       Humans are aggressively loyal to their specific and have been known to. Run into burning buildings, donate their own organs, give their blood, sacrifice themselves, lavish gifts, get into fights, and kill members of opposing groups. If you have been accepted into a human group, you should consider yourself very lucky. It is always better to be friends with a human than enemies to a human.

5.       To greet a human you have a couple of options.

a.       They prefer the handshake, which is kind of like the holding hands mentioned earlier, but it takes place face to face and for a shorter period of time. See diagram A-1

b.      Present the human with gifts, fuzzy things are recommended, though anything with ethanol in it is also good. Despite its poisonous nature humans love to consume it.

c.       Friendship bracelets, now this one is debatable since I have only seen it used in context with the human larvae. However the earlier you can become friends with a human, the longer you have to be integrated into their close circle.

d.      Wave your appendages. Humans do this often to greet people.

e.      Jumping up and down and screaming also seems to be an acceptable method of greeting someone, use wisely.

6.       Humans also enjoy wearing shiny objects. The shinier the object, the greater status they have. Males often give females shiny objects to wear on their bodies to denote their status. The human with the most shiny objects is probably the leader so defer to them. These also make very good gifts. Make sure the shiny object is small enough that they can wear it, on their arms, around their necks, or on one of their fingers.

7.       While many chemical compounds can kill us, humans use them for pleasure.

a.       Some drugs cause the human to be sleepy and hungry.

b.      Some drugs make a human paranoid and violent

c.       Some drugs make humans angry, goofy, happy, dumb, and cause them to throw up everywhere. Would not recommend.

d.      Some cause extreme euphoria.

e.      All of these drugs should probably be avoided for they are not healthy for the human.

8.       Humans love dancing, usually paired with music, they like to use a combination of, kicking, wiggling, jumping and twirling. It is always fun to watch a human dance even if they are not very good at it…. Some humans wiggle professionally.

9.       Human status is also based on how shiny and straight their teeth are. Humans use teeth to demonstrate both happiness and anger. The human with the best teeth probably has the highest status.

10.   WARNING:  humans have the compulsive need to touch things, even things that they don’t know the chemical makeup of. Make sure to enforce strict rules of NO TOUCHING for your human friends.

11.   WARNING: Related to number 10 humans will put ANYTHING in their mouth. Like their fingers, the human mouth has many sensory cells. Humans will use their mouth to explore the enviornment. DO NOT LET THEM DO THIS.

12.   Humans love playing games especially if those games have arbitrary nonsensical rules.

a.       Following the instructions in table C-1 You can find instructions on making a game that humans will love to play. It is also advisable to assign a point system and a reward for the wining team.

b.      Note, if the humans who lose the game is sad, give them snacks, that should make them happy.

13.   Pretty sure humans worship Pizza though I’m not really sure what it is yet. Political leader, dark god, or holy symbol, I am not really sure.

[thesickpanda]

The Theme for this Season is Despair

It's hard to overstate just how much the fires have cost people this summer. Obviously, my losses cannot compare to those who have watched their homes burn to the ground or their businesses. Nor can I relate to those who have serious lung conditions who are struggling for every breath right now. They have it way worse than me. But on a personal level, this summer has had me absolutely wild with frustration, stress, anxiety and pent-up energy.

[Image description: map of the fires burning around Sydney. The monster fire above the Blue Mountains National Park is significantly larger than the entire metropolitan area of Sydney and the mega fire burning to the south of the mountains is a third of that size.] 

In October, I hung up my activist hat after 8 years of service to the Sydney community, with the intention of formally moving into the Blue Mountains and focusing on my health, well-being, hobbies and happiness. I had clawed my way through a particularly nasty winter during which time I barely left the house as my Fibromyalgia was so severe. My light at the end of the tunnel was knowing that once we settled into our house in late spring, I would be able to enjoy my mountains home and take up all my neglected hobbies once more. Most of those involved going outdoors as I am a nature person.

 Instead, I've been crying almost every day as I watch footage of all the trees and all the parks and all my favourite places burn to cinders. The Wollemi Park: burning. The southern slopes that I had always wanted to see: burnt. The Jamison and Megalong Valleys I took my sister to see this time last year: on fire  And now the fire is threatening my favourite place in all of NSW: the Capertee Valley. It is incredibly distressing for a citizen scientist and nature lover, who has spent years documenting the local wildlife, to know that all those animals are being burned alive; to watch the big beautiful trees that you have enjoyed walking among come crashing down because, although they evolved to be fire resistant, they can't hold up to both the drought and ferocious flames. It is beyond upsetting. And there's no escaping it. I have an app on my phone that I need to have active that alerts me when fires are coming near. Everyone is glued to these apps so that they know if their lives are in danger. I can't put my head in the sand and pretend it’s not happening. Especially when the reality of it is literally choking me.

[Image Description: Sydney’s Centrepoint tower and two other skyscrapers barely visible through a thick grey smog] 

The smoke is ranked as hazardous when it is above 200 on the PM 2.5 air quality index. In some parts it has reached 22 times that level and in Sydney 12 times that level. It is triple that level today in my area of the mountains. I can barely see the trees it's just so thick. It has been like this nearly every day for over two weeks. Sydney has had it more frequently and for much longer than we have, but the fires surrounding us are dumping on us now. Burnt leaves and ash are landing in our shopping carpark and on our balcony. The smoke gets inside the house; my eyes are red and my throat hurts all of the time. I'm constantly coughing. I feel ill, worse than usual. We're lucky enough to have two air purifiers for two of the rooms in the house. I have one in my office where I dictate this blog and one in the lounge room where I have kept my pet rat. And those are the two rooms I am mostly confined to, day in and day out, because to go outside is literally toxic. I do have a mask that filters out the worst of the bushfire smoke but it is heavy around my head and neck and gives me terrible pain and headaches after only 10 to 15 minutes. I put it on to water the plants with a bucket after 4 PM because of the water restrictions.

 I wanted to go for bushwalks and look for spiders. I got up at 4 AM a few days ago to try to see the Geminid meteor shower, something I have been looking forward to. But I couldn’t make out anything in the sky through the thick haze. I wanted to go for an ice cream and a walk in my local park, but the smoke is too thick. I haven't been to the beach since winter and had to cancel the one beach that we had planned because, again: the smoke. My photography, my outdoor activities, my hobbies, they have all stopped. And when you’re chronically ill and unemployed, your hobbies mean the fucking world to you. They are what defines living as opposed to merely existing. I know I can do some indoors, but I absolutely detest been confined inside. There is no way I could exaggerate how badly I get cabin fever. I grew up in South Africa in a nature reserve. I'm not an indoors person. I don't relish sitting in front of Netflix for hours or binge watching YouTube. I like to go out. And walking is so much better for my Fibromyalgia than sitting. Sitting is the thing that I cannot do at the moment because my lower back is in spasm and will be for the foreseeable future. Walking is the only thing that gives any relief.

[Image description: Australian trees silhouetted against a backdrop of 70 metre flames, turning the sky a dirty orange. This was the fire at Mount Tomah].

Yesterday, I saw the sun for the first time in a long while due to a wind that blew the worst of the smoke away for a brief spell. As soon as my partner got home from work we went to the entrance of our local bush trail to take advantage  of the ok air quality and be in nature...only to find that it had been sealed off due to bushfire risk (with a $1000 penalty for entering). My partner told me that it’s not because the fires are so close to our local bush that it's dangerous for us to walk; it’s to stop arsonists from going in there. Typical government: punish the many to hurt the few. Like a bit of red tape is going to stop them, for fuck’s sake…

 I normally love the warmer seasons because it's easier on my body, but to have been cooped up like this has been just as bad as winter. I never thought I'd say it, but I just want summer to be over. I don’t look forward to winter because I know I'm in for a world of pain but, at least I can breathe.

[Image description: a Boeing airplane dumping pink foam over a bushfire. The headline of the screenshotted article reads: “NSW fires, Gospers Mountain Fire: Mount Piper power station, Springvale Coal mine near fire”. If the coal mine catches fire, not only will it burn for weeks, it’ll put out extremely toxic gasses that would poison the air for hundreds of kilometers. The fire is only 6km away.]

I have another rant about the healthcare system screwing me over for the millionth time, but I’ll save that for tomorrow. Only so much rage I want to spew out into the ether at any given time, I guess. Tl;dr version: my body’s fucked in two newly diagnosed ways, and next year is going to be disgustingly expensive.

[lovemesomesurveys]

What Rhymes With “AIR”?

1.   Are the walls of your room bare or do you have things hanging up there? I have some stuff on my walls.

2.   When’s the last time you went outside to enjoy the fresh air? I briefly went outside at night on the 4th of July to see the fireworks from my driveway with my family. Prior to that I hadn’t been out of the house since May and before that it had been since March. 

3.   Do you watch the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air? Sometimes.

4.   When’s the last time it felt like you were walking on air? I had one bad floating feeling experience from a bad edibles trip. I literally felt like I had to hold onto something to “stay grounded.” I also ended up getting sick. It wasn’t a fun time. I found out the hard way after that time that it didn’t take much of an edible for me to get high lol. It tricks you cause it can take a bit to kick in, so you think you need more, but nope.

5.   Have you ever been on air, on a radio station? Yeah. I used to call to request a song sometimes back in the day and my call  was on air a few times.

6.   Have you ever felt like all of the air was coming out of your lungs? Yes.

7.   Has it seemed as though anything has ever disappeared into thin air? Have you ever pulled an idea out of thin air? Yes! So frustrating. I’ll be using something and then put it down for a sec, only to not be able to find it where I thought I put it. Like for instance, it happens a lot when I’m wrapping presents. The pen or scissors I’m using always seem to “disappear.” RIP to all the pens that seemed to just vanish, too, throughout my school years. And yes, I’ve also pulled ideas “out of thin air.”

8.   Have you ever wanted to be on “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire”? I enjoyed playing along while watching and I even had a computer game version, but nah. I wouldn’t get far at all and it’d be embarrassing. I don’t do well with being put on the spot either.

9.   Do you know a billionaire in real life? No.

10.   Would you like to be an heir or heiress to a fortune? I mean, I wouldn’t have been opposed to it if I was haha.

11.   Would you be able to successfully get away if you ever came across a bear? I mean, there’s no way of knowing for sure, but I hope so?? Well, I hope to never be in the situation in the first place, obviously, but you know. There are people who have certainly been quite lucky in that situation and others not so much, so. I know you’re supposed to remain calm and not run, which I could probably do cause I’d likely freeze up in fear. I’ve seen videos of people, some of them have been children, who successfully got away.

12.   Where’s your favorite place to go? How long does it take to get there? The beach. The closest one is like 2 hours away.

13.   How often do you err on the side of caution? I’m a cautious person. And also just a big scardy cat.

14.   How often do people say they’re angry with you? People don’t say that, but I know people have been upset, frustrated, disappointed, and irritated with me.

15.   Do you own any long underwear? Long underwear? No...

16.   How much Tupperware do you own? *shrug* A lot.

17.   What color is your underwear right now? Blue and gray.

18.   Do you still sleep with a teddy bear? No. I have a few stuffed animals that always sit on my bed, though.

19.   What pair of your shoes has the most wear and tear? My Adidas Superstars. They’re not too bad, but you can definitely tell I wore them quite often.

20.   Do you like to play Solitaire? Ha, I haven’t played since I played the computer version as a kid on like Windows 98. I played that and messed around in Paint quite a bit, ha.

21.   Do you or your family own a full set of silverware? Yeah.

22.   What do you have to take everywhere with you? My bag with my medicine, hand sanitizer, phone, wallet, and straws. I’d also have to take a mask with me everywhere.

23.   Would you like to visit Delaware? I hadn’t really thought about it.

24.   Last time you received dental care? It’s been awhile. 

25.   If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? I’d want to really think about that if I could only choose one destination. There’s a lot of places I’d like to travel to one day.

26.   Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? Did we ever find her? I don’t remember, ha. I used to watch the cartoon as a kid and I think I had a computer game, too.

27.   Are you satisfied sitting here, taking this survey, or would you rather be elsewhere? Right here in bed is the best place for me to be right now. 

28.   Last time you sat in a barber’s chair? I last got my hair done back in early February. 

29.   Do you own any cans of compressed air? No.

30.   Do you have a swivel chair at your desk? I don’t have a swivel chair or a desk.

31.   Do you prefer an armchair or a rocking chair? A reclining armchair. 

32.   Would you rather have a beanbag chair or a hanging swing chair in your room? Hanging swing chair.

33.   What’s the last non-survey related questionnaire that you had to fill out? This like 4 page questionnaire that one of my doctors hands out every visit. It’s the same exact questionnaire, too.

34.   Are there any crimes that you feel make someone deserving of the electric chair? Yes, like serial killers.

35.   Do you know anyone who uses a wheelchair? Yeah, me.

36.   Do you know anyone who is on welfare? Yes.

37.   Do you play Modern Warfare? Nope. Never had an interest in playing that.

38.   Do you ever feel like life is unfair? Of course.

39.   Have you ever visited Times Square? No. I’ve never been to New York, but I’d love to one day. I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to go before everything this year, but now I really don’t know.

40.   Do you tell people to “take care” at the end of a conversation with them? It’s not something I regularly say, but yeah sometimes.

41.   Where is somewhere that you would like to move to? I’m not sure.

42.   What is something in your home that needs to be repaired? A couple things.

43.   What kind of sleepwear do you own? I wear leggings and oversized graphic tees for pjs and my normal attire.

44.   What skin care products do you use? I haven’t been using any.

45.   Do you have any spyware on your computer? Apple computers come with all that stuff.

46.   Do you own any sportswear? What sports? Nope. Not a sports fan.

47.   Do you like Fred Astaire? I know who he is and I’ve seen clips of his dance scenes, but I haven’t actually watched any of his films. Well, I’ve heard his voice work in the Santa Clause is Comin’ to Town movie/cartoon, but that’s all.

48.   How long does it take you to prepare a meal? The only thing I cook is ramen, which takes like 10 minutes or so (I’m including the time to boil the water).

49.   Do you know anyone named Pierre? No.

50.   Are you going nowhere fast? It has and does feel that way. :/

51.   How often do you have a nightmare? Not often, thankfully. 

52.   How often are you able to catch something in mid-air? *shrug*

53.   What do your lawn chairs look like? We don’t have any lawn chairs.

54.   How many chairs are at your dining/kitchen table? We don’t have a dining/kitchen table either.

55.   Favorite type of footwear? Adidas sneakers.

56.   When’s the last time one of your senses were impaired? From what? I wear glasses if that counts?

57.   Have you ever been in a hot air balloon before? Noooo.

58.   Do you have a good health care plan? Yes.

59.   Last time you went to the hardware store? I don’t go to the hardware store.

60.   Have you ever played foursquare before? Yeah, I liked playing that in elementary school.

61.   Do you own any types of eyewear? Yep, my glasses.

62.   What brand of cookware do you have a lot of? Cuisine Art, probably.

63.   Nothing can compare to: You. 🎶 Ha.

64.   Have you ever worked in a childcare center? No.

65.   Do you have a “beware of dog” sign on your gate? No.

66.   Have you ever attended daycare as a child? No.

67.   Are you very aware of your surroundings? Yes.

68.   Have you ever had an au pair or a nanny before? No. My aunts, grandparents, or older brother babysat me.

69.   Do you know anyone who has had an affair? Yes.

70.   How much are you willing to spend on airfare? I don’t know, it would depend on certain factors regarding the trip.

71.   Who do you care about the most? My loved ones.

72.   Are you more likely to choose truth or dare? Truth, never dare. Or just not play at all, ha. 

73.   Have you ever seen the Blair Witch Project before? Yeah. Major cringe.

74.   Do you like the name Claire? Would you spell it with or without the I? Sure. I like the spelling with the “I.”

75.   Last time you went to a fair? When I was a kid.

76.   What can be done to make life more fair? Gah. 

77.   How much are you willing to spend on cab fare? I don’t know. Again, it would depend on certain factors.

78.   Do you have a lot of flair? No.

79.   Do you own flare jeans? No.

80.   Is there a glare on your computer screen right now? Yes.

81.   When’s the last time someone glared at you? I say my doggo gives me attitude and “the eye” sometimes, ha. Like when I tell my parents or brother that I gave her treats, so don’t let her trick you into getting more. She gives me a look like, “gee, thanks a lot for ratting me out!”

82.   What type of hair do you have? (color, length, texture, etc) How often do you wash it? Red, long, wavy hair. I wash it every 2-3 days.

83.   Do you know the difference between a rabbit and a hare? Yeah.

84.   Do you like to eat eclairs? I haven’t had one in a long time, but they are delicious.

85.   What do you consider to be your lair? My room.

86.   A female horse is called a mare. What is a male horse called? A baby horse? A male horse is a stallion and a baby is called a foal

87.   Have you ever used Nair before? Did it work? Blech, yeah I tried it when I was like 13/14. It worked, but it smelled SO bad.

88.   Has anyone ever told you to “grow a pair”? No.

89.   What is something that you own a pair of? Shoes.

90.   What is a rare quality that you have? I can’t think of one.

91.   Last food you pared? I don’t peel or chop anything.

92.   Do you know someone who is a debonair? No.

93.   Do you like to scare others for fun? No.

94.   What is something that scares you? The present and the future.

95.   Do you like Sonny and Cher? “I don’t know if all that’s true, but you got me and baby I got you. Babe. I got you, babe.”

96.   Do you know how to share? Do you like to share? Yeah.

97.   Have you ever played a snare drum before? No.

98.   What do you do with your spare change? Put it in one of my purses/bags.

99.   Do you know how to put on a spare tire? No. I’ve never tried to.

100. Have you ever gotten a spare while bowling before? I think so.

101. When’s the last time you wished someone would spare you the details? Recently, when someone shared something that was TMI.

102.  Do you win games fair and square? Yes. I like to just have fun and friendly competition, there’s no need to cheat or get upset about it. 

103. Do you know how to find the square root of something? Yeah.

104.   What are the characteristics of a square shape? 4 equal sides.

105. Have you ever been called a square before? Haha, yeah, jokingly. Well, the times I know of, ha. An “L-7 wienie.”

106.   Do you prefer the elevator or the stairs? Well, I have to take the elevator.

107.  Do you ever stare at other people? No. I’ve had to deal with that (people staring at me) all my life, though.

108. How often do you swear? Not that often.

109. Do you ever “swear on your life”? I don’t say that.

110. What do you like to “tear up”? An order of boneless wings from Wingstop, ha.

111. What type of wares would you sell? I don’t have anything to sell.

112. What kinds of clothing do you like to wear? Comfy clothing--leggings and oversized tees.

113. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare before? Nope.

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