#not my thing so i said nah thanks i'm good afterwards

[angelrari]

gossip girl · pt. xvii

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi! i'm so, so happy for the responses and the interactions the last chapter had!!! also i've hit +800 followers!!! it's insane to think so many people are reading this story. thank you so, so much!! here's a new part for you, hope you like it!🤍

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gossip girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of monaco's elite.

joliedebelle

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joliedebelle karma is a cat purring in my lap cause it loves me.

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yourusername ily

username the quote, the caption, y/n in the third picture... this confirms it's over i'm SCREAMING

username jolie please breathe if y/n and max are done

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username oh mY GOD

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"what a fucking idiot". jolie said, rolling her eyes as you explained to her and lily how your relationship with max ended.

"jolie". you stopped her. "it's my fault".

"i am not saying otherwise, i am saying he's a fucking idiot and i stand by that". she replied. "also, seeing another girl the right after you break up? that's suspicious".

"yeah, i agree, you just don't happen to meet somebody else right after you break up with your partner...". lily said. "do you have the picture that gossip girl posted?". she asked to jolie and she nodded, quickly searching it on her phone.

"here it is!".

"let me see". lily said as she grabbed jolie's phone. "wait... i know her, i met her a few months ago. she's léa's friend. if i remember correctly her name is zoe".

"wait". jolie said as she starred at the picture. her eyes widened as memories came to her mind. "oh my god, now i remember it! i thought her face was familiar because i thought i had seen her somewhere around here, but no, she was in abu dhabi, i saw her at the club! she came with léa".

"now that's suspicious". lily declared. "do you think they met that night?".

"nah". jolie replied. "max was with the drivers all night, he must've known her from before".

"girls". you stopped them. "let's not do this. i don't care when they met or what's he doing with her. i'm the one to blame here, whatever he does afterwards it's none of my business".

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yourusername had to get my apartment ready for christmas, so here's a photo dump of how it went! 🎅🎄❤️

baked christmas cookies with my favorite girls @/joliedebelle and @/lilyfleury 🤍

"helper" 1 (@/joliedebelle did not buy one single christmas decoration or gift in the whole morning, just things for herself because "she deserved it").

"helper" 2 (@/charles_leclerc only came to eat the cookies and then had the worst idea ever - see number 4).

short trip to find a christmas tree (pro tip: don't let you friend with a ferrari tell you it's a good idea to drive there. we had to carry the tree all the way back home and then come back for the ferrari).

friendly reminder to also buy a ladder. "helper" 2 wasn't tall enough and i almost died (real).

the results!! (still decorating, but i'm so happy how the tree turned out!).

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charles_leclerc i definitely deserve more cookies after the effort i've put in decorating your apartment

lilyfleury wdym more???????????? you and y/n ate them all

yourusername we burnt the calories when we had to carry the damn tree all the way home i agree with him we need more cookies

charles_leclerc that's why you're my favorite

lilyfleury i hate you two😒

joliedebelle stop exposing me like that! (ily)

yourusername i literally lost a whole morning because you didn't find some sneakers you wanted (ily2)

joliedebelle it's called investing time, not losing!

username please her and charles in the fifth picture it's SO cute

username it's giving couple behavior

username it took her a week to move on max sweetie i am so sorry

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the chatter coming from the living room could be heard from the kitchen. spending the evening with your friends had filled your heart with joy, but a few minutes ago you started to sense an anxious feeling creeping in. it had been like this for the past week, the guiltiness haunted you since the day you kissed charles, making you feel regret every single time you thought about your relationship with max. so, when the anxiety had started invading your body, you had excused yourself, telling everyone you were going to load the dishwasher quickly before it got too late. charles, who had known immediately what was going on, helped you carry all the plates to the kitchen.

"are you okay?". charles asked after he brought the last plates, placing his chin on your shoulder and his arms around your waist. the familiar perfume and his body always brought some sense of comfort.

"it's fine, it will pass". you replied, taking a deep breath as you kept rinsing some of the plates. "i just needed a couple minutes to clear my head".

"i hate seeing you like this". he muttered before placing a soft kiss on the side of your head.

"i'm sorry".

"don't apologize". charles said as his hand reached to turn off the tap.

"what's wrong?". you asked as you dried your hands with a dish towel, turning around afterwards to face him.

"you don't have to go through this alone". he said starring at your eyes and you nodded. "you know this, right?".

"i know, i know". you replied as you lifted your arms to place them around his neck, pulling him a bit closer. "i'm sorry i've been distant these past days, i have a very short social battery lately".

"it's okay". he said. "i'm just worried because i haven't heard much from you this week. i know you tend to overthink and i know how you tend to push people away when you're sad, so i keep thinking about you non-stop".

"i'm sorry i-".

"stop apologizing".

"sorry". you repeated and both of you chuckled. his hands, that were still resting on your back, pulled you closer and you rested your forehead on his. you took a deep breath with your eyes closed. somehow charles always made you feel at peace when he was around you. "i needed some time alone to sort out my thoughts, but i promise i'm not pushing you away".

"good, because i don't plan on leaving anytime soon".

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[iamwhoami]

Babysitting 101

Chicago Med

You and Connor babysit Owen so that Will and Natalie can still have their date night after the babysitter calls in sick.

Warnings: None

Requested = Yes

Y/L/N = Your Last Name

"Nice job back there Dr. Y/L/N," Connor smiled at you.

The two of you had just finished a relatively easy surgery and had returned to the ED to help with the backlog of patients. Between the icy roads and flu season, they could use all the help they could get in there.

"You weren't too shabby either Dr. Rhodes," You shot back and Connor smirked.

"Quit flirting over there lovebirds," Maggie called out, "Y/N you're needed in Treatment 2. Connor, we have an incoming five minutes out, you're going to Baghdad."

"I'll see you after shift then?" Connor quirked an eyebrow and you nodded.

"You bet."

~~~

The rest of your day flew by without any sight of your boyfriend. You were so busy, constantly rushing from one room to next in an attempt to catch up with the schedule.

By the end of your shift, you were absolutely exhausted and wanted nothing more than to open a bottle of wine and put on your favourite movie while snuggling Connor on the couch.

It was that thought that managed to keep you on your feet.

"I am ready to call it a night," You breathed out while you gathered your items, "I don't know if my feet could stand a moment longer."

"Well, they're going to need to find some juice if you want to get to your car," Maggie joked.

You laughed, "Not if I can convince Connor to carry me there."

"I don't think you'd have any trouble," Maggie said and shook her head, "That man is whipped for you..."

You both chuckled at that but you both also knew it was true. Connor would fly to the moon for you.

"Well, have a good night Y/N," Maggie said and left, leaving you to wait for Connor alone.

You quietly waited on the couch for Connor to finish up his last surgery of the day. Nurses and doctors bustled in and out of the lounge and you wished each and every one of them a good night. You were mostly just on your phone, not actively engaging in any other conversation when you overheard your friend Natalie speaking.

"Sorry Will," She was saying, "The nanny just texted. She can't stay later tonight, something with her sister came up."

"Don't worry about it," Will responded, "I'll cancel the reservation then."

You spoke before you could really think things through, "I can watch Owen!"

When your sudden outburst was met with confused silence, you flushed and fumbled with your words.

"I wasn't eavesdropping, I just overheard," You mumbled quickly, "But seriously if you guys need someone to watch Owen, Connor and I can totally do it."

"Connor won't mind?" Natalie asked and you shook your head.

You and Connor hadn't really talked about kids but this wasn't anything like that. All you had to do was look after a toddler for a few hours. How hard could that be?

"We don't have anything better to do tonight anyway," You told them, "In fact, I think it'll be really fun!"

Natalie chuckled at your enthusiasm, "Well I can assure you that it won't be dull."

"Exactly," You pointed your finger at her, "You and Will go on your date. Do. Not. Cancel. Connor and I will watch Owen."

Will and Natalie took a moment to look at each other as if they were contemplating your offer. Finally, Natalie turned back to face you and nodded.

"Thank you Y/N," Natalie said genuinely, "I owe you one."

You shook your head though, "Nah...you don't owe me anything. I'm just glad I can help."

It was decided that Natalie and Will would go and get ready for their date and that they would drop off Owen when you and Connor were back at your apartment. You figured that you should give Connor a heads up but he was still in surgery and you weren't going to disturb him because he was suddenly on babysitting duty afterwards.

He'd get over it.

About ten minutes later, a tired-looking Connor walked into the doctor's lounge and the deepest part of your gut felt bad that you had dragged him into babysitting Owen after a long shift. That guilt caused you to just stare at your boyfriend for a solid minute before he pointed it out.

"What did you do," Connor demanded teasingly as he turned to face you.

You quickly snapped out of your trance, "Nothing!"

"Uh-huh..." Connor raised an eyebrow, "I know that look Y/N."

You feigned offence, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Connor only continued to stare at you and after a while, you finally caved.

"Okay fine," You sighed. "You have to promise that you won't get mad."

Connor nodded, "Okay..."

"I..." You squeezed your eyes shut before opening them again. "I kind of volunteered us to babysit Owen while Nat and Will go on a date."

Silence.

“So…” You stared at Connor, “Thoughts?”

Connor raised an eyebrow, “You voluntarily agreed to look after a toddler…after working a 12 hour shift…”

“Correct.”

The two of you stood there, staring at each other, unmoving. After a hot second, Connor let out a slightly exasperated sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

“Alrighty then, I suppose we should get going then,” Connor gave you a small smile, “wouldn’t want to keep Nat and Will waiting now would we?”

~~~ Perhaps you had underestimated how exhausting looking after a toddler could be.

No, you definitely had.

Dinner had been tiring enough. Somehow more food had gotten on you and Connor than into Owen's stomach.

"You've got a little something there," Connor teased and wiped mashed potato off your eyebrows.

You laughed, "What? Are you sure it's not my new makeup?"

Game after game. Activity after activity. It just didn't end, and yet somehow, it was you and Connor that were tired out, not Owen.

"Y/N!" Owen's little voice gleefully called out. "Come play!"

You huffed but smiled big for the little boy before pushing yourself onto your feet.

Connor couldn't help but chuckle, "Are you having some regrets right about now?"

"Pfttt, never," You shook your head as you sat yourself down on the ground next to Owen. "Right buddy? We're having a blast?"

Connor smiled at you affectionately. He couldn't deny that he was tired but he also had zero regrets. You were so good with Owen. The way you spoke to him. The way you naturally were so attuned to his needs. The way you understood his toddler language.

It took about another hour before Owen's energy began to wane. After a ten minute chase around the apartment, you had managed to wrangle Owen into his pajamas and Connor convinced him to brush his teeth.

Another twenty minutes later and Owen was passed out in bed and you and Connor collapsed on the couch.

"I'm not sure which was more exhausting," Connor joked. "Our twelve hour shift or this."

You teased, "Did a toddler outdo you?"

"Absolutely," Connor shook his head. "I was absolutely outdone by a toddler."

Laughing, you leaned against Connor who wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to his chest.

"You're really good with him you know," Connor softly said.

You hummed, "You weren't so bad yourself."

"Maybe we should babysit more often," Connor added and you scoffed.

"I think we need a few weeks to recover before making any big decisions."

[gunthermunch]

[Transcript under the cut]

Lucas: were you drawing? Max: yeah kinda. i was putting my thoughts down Lucas: gasp can i seeeee? Max: no way i'm showing you my journal what the hell Max: i have like five different sketchbooks you can look at. this one is banned Lucas: aw okay. what's the journal for? Max: it was prescribed by my doctor. it's supposed to be a way for me to cope with my stuff Lucas: stuff…? Max: you know, my chilhood, Jacques, the imminent violence- look we aren't going into details because i know you'd freak out. the thing is, i'm on meds now. Luna sent me straight to therapy after the party, you know- Lucas: ooooh no Max: yeah i was already struggling but then we had that talk Lucas: mmmh i don't like this Max: you thought i forgot? i've been thinking about it ever since, couldn't help it Lucas: yeah i was DRUNK very VERY drunk Max: nah I was drunk. you? you never drink. Lucas: aaaaaah- Max: hey. Lucas: aaaaaaaaah- Max: Lucas- Max: HEY it's okay… talk to me Lucas, i know you still like me anyways. yes i did found you gross at the time but i'm working on it y'know. Max: was it- the actual reason you started ignoring me? Lucas: um- Max: i missed you so much, all this time. and turns out you didn't think i was a terrible person you just- liked me too much? aha- it's ridiculous Lucas: stop Max: just tell me, how? why? Lucas: Max- Max: look at me! since when? Lucas: i don't- know. i don't know! and… since we were… kids. um- Max: just kidding! ahah you must have seen your face Lucas: what?? that was horrible Max! do you even think about how scared i was after the party because i thought you'd attack me out of hatred? Max: you… hey i'm not that fucked up Lucas, come on. i wouldn't do that- i mean not anymore. Lucas: good to know! because if you ever even try, even if you're joking, i'm kicking you in the guts, got it? Max: huh. i like that Lucas: what? Max: i mean, i'm glad you are finally standing up for yourself Lucas: whatever. Lucas: …you have no idea how bad i felt when i first realized i liked you. the idea of losing my best friend kept me up at night, i was so scared. Lucas: i still feel bad for ignoring you that one time… it's like everything that happened afterwards was my fault. Max: sigh i'm sorry, Lucas. Lucas: huh? Max: i know what i said but i was out of my mind- and then you just took me out, i wasn't prepared. i don't hate you. Max: yeah… um. I did miss you a lot. i'm glad you didn't kick me in the guts- and i'm glad we are friends again. Lucas: even if i like you? Max: yeah, i'll just let you. get it? Lucas: oh- yes. of course, i remember. Lucas: …thank you Max: for what? Lucas: staying. Max: i literally always end up coming back to you like some fucked up boomerang, this isn't new. we are just… starting over Lucas: from zero? Max: i'd say from 15% Lucas: yeah we can work from that Max: so uh, what was i supposed to catch up with? Lucas: okay! so! what are your thoughts on vampires? Max: my head already hurts.

[strawberryfairi]

“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader 🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ)🛑Content: 18+ Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

w.c. 3.9k💠 Released March 21, 2024

NOTE: It’s been too long since I’ve posted another chapter but hopefully I’m fully out of my (ridiculously long💀) writers block! Ngl, this chap kinda ass fr but the next chapter will be longer/better for sure! Thank you all for bearing with me🧚🏾‍♀️💜

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CHAPTER 8; EMOTIONAL DIFFICULTIES

A Few Days Later

This morning just before classes started, the girls demanded an emergency girls meeting in the bathroom to discuss what happened Halloween night. It was funny to you how they never wanna text or Facetime about these things, they only love to do it in person. It was cute though, and made the experience of sharing your gossip all the more exciting.

"YOU GUYS KISSED?!"

You winced as all the girls shouted practically at the same time. You already knew what was coming.

"I knew it! I knew something happened between you guys! We called it, we straight up called it, Yumi!" Asuka rambled, Yumi just nods her head proudly with that classic devious smile.

"You better not ever come talkin' to us about "Oh, I don't know how he feels guys" again! At this point you'd be a fool to not see it!" Hayashi-chan ranted.

"Wait, but see there's the thing-

"NO! You guys are getting married, and that's final!" Yumi hollers.

"Um, I don't know 'bout married. We're in high school." You chuckle. "But listen guys, 'cause there's something goin' on now that's making me feel weird about the kiss. Afterwards, when we all were goin' home things were so awkward, and now it's like he can't even bear to touch me. You think maybe he regrets it?" You frown, fiddling with your fingers resting on your lap as you sat on the bathroom sink.

All the girls turn quiet in thought, briefly looking at one another as they process what you said.

"Ok well...when you guys touch now does he pull away like "ew, oh my god"? Or is it like "oh shoot, I touched her!"?" Miyazaki-chan questions.

"What's the difference?" You furrow your brows.

"One is that he's like genuinely disgusted to have touched you, and the other is just him being nervous that he touched you." She explains.

"Some guys can get like that! I'm pretty sure you're probably the first girl he's ever gotten this close to, like..ever. It was probably his first kiss too, and now that he did that he's like unsure about how to go about dealing with you. You went from friends to...this." Asuka says, gesturing with her hands towards all of you.

She did have a really good point though, you hadn't thought about it that way at all. You were so pressed about not liking the way he's been acting since Halloween night that you never really bothered to take it a step further and think about why.

"That makes sense. I mean, he doesn't seem disgusted, he's just so jumpy! It's like he calculates every little thing he does and sometimes says now; like a robot." You frown, looking over at Miyazaki-chan.

"Yup. He's for sure nervous." Hanako-chan nods.

"But it's not like I'm not nervous too!" You rant, throwing your hands in the air in frustration.

"Yeah, but when guys get nervous they get stupid. An even dumber than usual kind'a stupid." Yumi explains with a disappointed sigh.

"Facts, that'd be the next thing to warn you about. With what you told us about how he's acting...he's for sure gonna be in his idiot era from now on." Hayashi-chan says with an apologetic smile.

"His idiot era? Ughh no..." You facepalm, not liking the sound of this at all.

"Let's just hope he can character develop fast enough to breeze through it." She adds with an apologetic tone.

The bell signaling for students to get to homeroom rang just as you all finished your little gossip chat. One by one each of you left out of the bathroom, saying your goodbyes and going your separate ways down either side of the hall.

"I'll see y'all at lunch or..whatever class we have together." You giggled, walking backwards as you wave goodbye. Just as you go to turn around, you bump into someone accidentally, almost falling on the floor on your back in the process.

"O-oh, I'm so sorry!" A soft, familiar voice stutters out, quickly turning around and steadying you by the arm.

"Oh! No no, it's my fault-Yamagishi?! I haven't seen you in so long!" You beam, finally noticing who it was you bumped into. His two other friends seeming to be with him in the hallway quickly scurried into their classroom with nervous looks on their faces, leaving the two of you alone. You didn't think too much of that, but it was definitely weird.

"Oh uh...yeah." Yamagishi says in a particularly hushed voice.

"What's been goin' on? Did you do anything for Halloween?"

Yamagishi barely manages to respond to you, letting out nothing but a short "Y-yeah" in response. You furrow your brows in concern at the way his eyes keep darting everywhere but at you. It seems Kazutora isn't the only boy acting stupid around you now.

"Are you alright? What's wrong?!" You ask, starting to get a little freaked out. He looked completely shook, hands slightly shaking and his entire face has gone pale white.

"Sorry, I-I gotta go!" He stammers, pivoting on his feet and darting right into the classroom.

"What the-?!" You were confused and also a little offended. What the hell is wrong with these guys?! Shaking your head, you decide to brush it off, continuing on down the hall.

"Hey!"

This time a male voice you didn't recognize calls from a few feet behind you. You turn around, pointing at yourself with your brows slightly furrowed, silently asking the guy if they were talking to you.

"Yeah." He says, finally catching up to you.

"Uhh, hi?" You greet awkwardly. You've never seen this student before. He was pretty tall, with slicked back black hair and dark eyes to match.

"Just wanted to let you know, in case you were wondering, Yamagishi isn't allowed to talk to you anymore." He scorned, looking at you like you were the biggest nuisance in his life.

"What do you mean-

"You're boyfriend made it clear some weeks ago." He clarifies with a slight grimace at the word 'boyfriend'.

That was all he needed to say for you to understand, and man were you instantly fuming. Is he serious?!

"What did he do?" You grit out lowly. Even though it was a question your tone was demanding an answer, a fully in depth answer as well.

And a full report he sure did give you. He told you the full story exactly how Yamagishi told him and his other friends the day it happened. It was like the more Yamagishi's friend spoke the more your blood boiled, and by the time he finished telling you the tea, you were ready to find Kazutora.

"Oh, I got somethin' for him. Imma deal with his ass..trust." Was all you said before turning on your heels and storming down the hallway to your homeroom.

💎

You couldn't wait not a second more for lunchtime to come around, so when it finally did you jumped straight into action. Of course you told the girls what happened to which even they were annoyed about it. Everyone knows Yamagishi is a sweetheart, so picking a fight with him knowing he's not a fighter all like that anyways is just absolutely ridiculous. First of all, you're not even Kazutora's girlfriend, and second, for him to act so possessive like you can't have other guy friends besides him is childish!

The girls saved your spot at the lunch table, already knowing you were off to find him before he could even come to you. You walked through the halls like a lion hunting for its prey, focused on one thing only until you finally saw him.

There he was by the vending machine in the hallway before you reach the cafeteria, looking all calm and collected.

You storm up to him, the sound of your school shoes making contact with the ground alerting him of your presence. It just pissed you off even more the way his expression brightened when he noticed you.

"Hey! I was just on my-

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" You cut him off.

"-way...?" He finishes, blinking a few times in confusion while looking down at you with his brows furrowed.

"Why'd you beat up Yamagishi?! You told me you were only going to fight Osanai that day! You really had the audacity to tell him to stay away from me?! Who the hell are you?!" You rant, feeling your face starting to heat up with anger.

"You're mad at me because of that? He's the one that let Osanai hurt you in the first place." He shrugged, like it was the very last thing occupying his mind.

"I had already handled Yamagishi that same day though! He said he was sorry, and you already know he doesn't fight!" You defended, throwing your arms up exasperatedly.

"He should've thought about that before asking you out then. He already went wrong right there." He scoffed.

"Are you serious?!" You furrow your brows with a scoff, genuinely shocked.

"I'm very serious. He had no business asking you out knowing he can't protect you at all. He's lucky all Osanai did was give you one black eye! What if he did worse?!" He argued. It actually annoyed you a lot that he kind of made sense there.

You clench your jaw, looking to the side and letting out a deep exhale through your nose.

"Look...I was mad, alright?" He mutters softly.

"You can't just beat somebody up because you're mad, K! Like, I'm mad but I'm not beating you up." You grumble.

He lets out the tiniest chuckle. You both knew full well you'd never be able to beat him up. "I think both my anger and beating him up was justified. I can't let something like that slide; not anymore." He mumbles the last part to himself.

"Not anymore?" You question, looking back up at him curiously. He was already looking down, his hands clenched into fists at each side. You've never seen him look like this before. He wasn't angry or even worried, he just looked regretful.

"It's just-...I used to be the one to watch while someone else gets beat in front of me all the time. I hated that I could never do anything except cry and curl up in some corner." Kazutora explains bitterly, his eyes carrying a hollow, far off look.

You gasp lightly, hovering your hands over your mouth. "What do you mean?" You ask, mouth still hanging open in shock. You really hoped it wasn't what your mind was starting to conclude that it was. He sighs deeply before continuing.

"Before my parents got divorced, my dad would-... he'd beat my mom all the time. I was little, so it was never really anything I could do about it. So when I found out Yamagishi was the one that let you get hurt like that..." He looks back up at you, letting you connect the rest of the dots.

"Ohh." You whisper, suddenly feeling like a fool for pressing him. You had no idea, you just figured he beat him up out of some kind of stupid possessiveness he has towards you, but it was way deeper than that. Without a second thought you wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his chest.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know any of that." You apologize, nuzzling your face into him in hopes of comforting him.

"It's...fine?" He mutters awkwardly, hesitantly wrapping his arms around you.

It's the first time he's ever shared anything about his family dynamic, and definitely the first time someone's comforted him about it. He felt weird, like he didn't know what to do, but he also felt...a little good about it?

"No it's not. I was all yellin' at you and stuff. I'm really sorry." You repeat, sniffling a little as you start to tear up. You were never strong when it comes to things like this. You could watch someone cry in a movie scene and be bawling your own self. Hearing about Kazutora having such a past...it hurt you somewhere deep. Then to think he got triggered that badly all from what happened while you were with Yamagishi. Of course it doesn't mean hurting Yamagishi is right, but there's clearly some traumatic things Kazutora's been dealing with for a pretty long time.

His father's absolute garbage, and you hope he's completely out of his and his mom's life. Hopefully his mom moved on and found somebody better too; a real husband.

"It's ok. Are you crying?!" He looks down at you in bewilderment. Now the two of you were really out of his territory. You nod slowly, holding onto him tighter.

"Oh. Well uhhh, don't cry, ok? 'S nothing to cry about." He reassures awkwardly, gently patting your back.

His words meant for comfort only made you feel a thousand times worse. Him, the one who went through such a traumatic childhood is saying it's nothing to cry about?! Something's definitely wrong for sure, and you feel terrible for never noticing it. He always looks so cheerful and bubbly, but of course, that's what most people do when they're trying to hide something about themselves that they don't want other people to see.

Once he notices you aren't letting go any time soon he sighs, resting his head on top of yours.

"I don't want you to pity me, ok?" He mumbles softly into your hair.

"I don't. I just don't like hearing that someone I care about went through something like that. I'm sad." You murmur right back into his uniform, sniffling much more frequently. If you kept going like this, your mascara's gonna start running. Kazutora's heart clenched so hard in his chest. He felt butterflies hearing you say he was someone you care about, but it also hurt him seeing you so upset.

"Come on. Don't cry anymore, ok? Please?" He leans up from your hair, placing his hands on your shoulders. You look up at him, your bottom lip slightly pouting, and nod, wiping your eyes carefully.

"Wanna go back to the caf now?" He suggests softly.

"Mm mm. I wanna stay with you." You whine childishly. He laughs lightly at your cute expression.

"But your food's back there. Come on, we'll be alone together anyways when I walk you home later." He chuckled lightly, walking you back into the cafeteria.

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You had thought, with good reason, that after that emotional moment you and Kazutora shared together he'd be back to normal, no longer acting so awkward and skittish around you. Yeah, no..he's still being like that. You figured that due to the heat of the moment he wasn't really thinking about anything else except comforting you so you'd stop crying.

Now that that moment's passed, things are even more awkward than before.

"So...how was the rest of school for you?" You ask, trying to break the silence that's been ongoing for about seven minutes since the two of you left the school building.

"Uuuh..boring as usual, I guess." He replies shortly with a little shrug.

"Same." You mumble dryly, pursing your lips afterwards.

Aaaand we're right back to the silence. You sigh dramatically in frustration.

"K, why're you being so quiet all the time now? You're acting so weird." You question, looking up at him with a slight pout.

"What? I don't think I'm any different." He furrows his brows slightly.

"Liar. You don't even put your arm around me anymore like you used to." You grumble bitterly, looking straight ahead as you adjust your tote bag strap on your left shoulder.

"Do you want me to put my arm around you?" He asked.

"I mean, not necessarily, I was just pointing out stuff you used to do that you don't do anymore." You answer back as nonchalantly as possible.

"But if you pointed it out doesn't that automatically mean it's something you want me to do?" He probed, leaning down a bit closer to you.

"....Sure, yeah..maybe I do." You reply sassily, trying to hide the embarrassment on your face.

"Then..I'll do it." He affirms, his cheeks already starting to turn pink.

"Ok, fine." You mumble plainly, trying to hold back the excited smile wanting to make its way on your face as his arm hesitantly wraps around your shoulders, bringing you close to him.

Every time you both are close like this it always feels so different from before Halloween. The air becomes heavy, the sound of your heart beat seems ten times louder, your palms get all sweaty, and your face gets unbearably hot. Worst part of it all your mind starts going crazy with thoughts when you get like this.

You think about how you want so badly to kiss him again. To touch and kiss each other again just like that night, maybe something even more than that. It almost feels wrong having thoughts like this when you didn't know for sure if Kazutora thought similar things.

The girls always know how to make it seem so simple, so obvious that he feels the same, but it's so hard to see it when you're in a situation like this in real time.

If I kissed him would he push me away...?

Even if you had the guts to kiss him you knew you probably shouldn't do it. He's already acting different, it would highly likely make it worse. At this point you weren't even sure when you should ever invite him over to your place again. He'd probably completely lose his mind if you were on the same bed together again.

You sigh, closing your eyes and leaning your head just slightly against his chest. This'll have to be enough for now, but in the meantime you figure it's time to whip out the big guns when it comes to boy advice.

💎

"-And then...we actually ended up kissing there, but after we left from the park it was like he was completely different. He wouldn't do anything that he used to, and still doesn't unless I point it out like I did today! That's the only reason he even put his arm around me, 'cause I mentioned he'd stopped doing it."

Your mom listens intently from the edge of your bed, trying not to show her ever growing smile.

"I was waiting for when you'd finally tell me about this boy." She says warmly.

Your jaw drops, completely taken aback by her words.

"Wha-...you knew about him this whole time?!" You gawked, completely shook.

"Girl, I knew from the get-go, don't even play." She chuckles lightly. "I knew after weeks and weeks had passed that you liked him and would come to me about him eventually. I was just waitin'." She chuckled, brushing you off with a hand.

"Well, so...what do you think?" You inquire nervously, fiddling around with your hands in your lap.

"There's nothing to think! He likes you; it's clear as day! You don't even gotta stress about this one, honey."

"But why does he act so weeeeird?!" You whine dramatically.

"Because he likes you, as I just said! That's how guys are. He made a move randomly, 'cause from how you're describing it he definitely didn't plan it, and now he's freaking out because he went and blurred the lines of y'alls relationship." She explains with an amused chuckle.

You stay quiet, brows furrowed as you think over what your mom said.

"Sometimes, there are guys that have a hard time facing their feelings, and unfortunately, this boy seems to be one of them." She adds, placing a hand on your knee.

"Don't decide nothin' for him, ok? You let him figure out his feelings and come to you.We're not chasin' any guys, no matter how cute."

"Why do you think he's struggling with facing his feelings?" You murmur curiously.

"Oh honey, it could be anything. Sometimes they're just nervous, other times it can be a little more complicated than that. If he's strong enough, he'll be able to acknowledge how he feels about you and decide what he wants to do. If he's not, and he keeps teetering around back and forth...then you decide for him, and you keep it pushin'. That doesn't mean end the friendship and walk away, but you make it clear y'all will be nothing more than friends." She explains, her tone more serious now.

You nod, looking up at her.

"Today...we got into a fight but then it turned out to be something sad." You mutter.

"What d'you mean somethin' sad?" She says with concern, raising her left brow.

"Well remember when I got that black eye with the boy from my math class?" You pause, watching her nod as a sign to continue. "Ok so Kazutora had actually went and beat up the guy who did that to me, this dude named Osanai, but he didn't tell me he also went and beat up Yamagishi too that same day. He said he was mad that he didn't keep me safe, but he also said it was because it reminded him..of when his dad would beat his mom when he was younger."

Your mom's lips part slightly, sucking in a short breath as she listens to you. Immediately she was filled with a deeper concern than before. Back when she was much younger, before you were even born, she had spent a lot of time as a youth pastor, caring for the kids who carried trauma and had to deal with neglectful, hateful parents. She's always loved kids, and it would anger her beyond belief when the parents of the kids from her youth group would try and justify why they treat their children the way they do.

"I had started crying 'cause...he'd never told me that, and it kinda clicked. He's always so bubbly and like really upbeat, but I think it might be because he's actually really sad." You explain softly, a deep frown on your face.

"He fights a lot, and before he met me he used to never really come to school. I had a thought while he was walking me home that maybe his dynamic with his mom at home still isn't any better even though his dad is gone." You add, looking over at her again for her reaction.

"Ok...well, there may definitely be some 'things' inside him that he needs to work through. I also think he's probably acting weird around you because you might be the only person he feels safe with, so he doesn't want to mess that up; what he has with you." She says softly.

"Yeah. That makes sense." You sigh.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kazutora's story about his family was all you could think about as you laid in bed. You'd spent a majority of the night worrying about him.

This only made you realize just how much you actually didn't know about him. That was just one little piece of the story, who knows how many more details and puzzle pieces fit into the rest of it. It would probably be wrong to just ask him about his past, you didn't want to upset him or even trigger him in some kind of way. You honestly didn't know too much about mental health and all the nuances and verbiage that comes along with it.

He could have PTSD or..something from what happened in his past. If he does have something like that he's damn good at hiding it...at least around you.

A deep sigh left your lips, letting go of the situation so you could finally sleep. You'd have to figure this out another time.

[miniimapp]

Jesse - You Boys Are the (Homosexual) Supporting Cast

Gen;; Fluff - Headcanons

Warnings ;; no ?? i mean,, stress and anger (from reader pov) but not really ??

Proofread + Edited ;; a little bit actually,, mainly when going through and adding the bold and the blue and the italics lmao

Auth. Note ;; bet y'all thought i died.. nah i ain't never leaving i'm just clumsy af and smashed my phone into smithereens,, prolly got y'all tho lmaoooo

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Jesse is an insufferable flirt

Which would be fine if you didn't have shit to do

But you do !!

Accepting the roles of stage manager as well as assistant director was the worst choice you could have ever made

So help the world if you ever get your hands on a time machine

The school production may fall apart but at least your mental health would still be somewhat intact

But for now you're stuck with mountains of responsibilities and a sweet fucking annoying distraction

Speaking of said distraction

Jesse plays the lead's best friend and also an asshole who won't let you get on with your work

So he has his fair share of time on stage

But even then, you can barely catch a break

As soon as he steps foot into the wings he somehow immediately finds you

It honestly baffles you how differently Jesse acts in and out of class

Okay but on a real note you can't be at all angry at Jesse

Not when he's being so sweet and charming

Even though he keeps getting in your way

At one point, when the director was sick so you had to take that over whilst being stage manager and assistant director as well you had snapped at Jesse

He hadn't even been flirting with you at that point

Mans was literally just in the vicinity

Apparently that was enough of a crime to warrant your wrath

You absolutely still cringe thinking about that day

You hadn't shouted or anything

No, no you'd angrily whispered

And because you were stressed and upset your voice jumped like 5 octaves

Okay maybe not but it felt that way

You were giving mickey mouse realness

Which we love :D

It just wasn't the time

It's never the time for mickey mouse realness in today's society smh

You were on the verge of tears and mass murder which is always a good combination

(why are you always breaking down around this man fr)

Jesse had stared at you wide-eyed as you shat out a monologue of stress and misplaced anger

And once you were finished, chest heaving and feeling lighter than you had in a while, Jesse sends you an encouraging smile

"Sorry, sweetheart, I never meant to offend ya. Honestly, I was kinda hoping I was breaking up your stress, that's where I was coming from anyway. Still, I only caused you grief, not very fair of me, I'll admit."

You sniffed, awkwardly laughing things off and rubbing at your face

"Sorry for snapping at you. God, why is it whenever we talk I'm always freaking out."

Jesse laughs, a cheeky grin lighting up his face

"It's so I can rescue you from the depths of your despair, like your very own knight in shining armour."

Your roll your eyes good-naturedly, your own smile making it's way onto your face

"Oh, my hero!"

You pretend to swoon and Jesse's smile widens

You give yourself a second to take a breath, realising that, as bad as it seems afterwards, you really needed this

"Thank for, um, listening I guess. I didn't realise how much I needed to get off my chest until I was throwing it at you so I'm sorry but thank you."

Jesse gives a small nod and smile

"Anytime...well, maybe not any but you get what I mean."

After getting over that bump in the road the two of you get on like a house on fire

And you quickly come to appreciate the break in routine that Jesse gives you

You never quite realise how much the stress is getting to you until Jesse drags you away from your scripts and into something else

Something fun

As you two become closer you notice that he's started becoming more.. touchy

Like brushing stray hairs out of you face

Or tapping the tip of your nose

Or giving you a side hug before going on stage

Or leaning up against you to read over your notes

Things like that

And at first you thought they were innocent, unconscious actions

Until of course he started winking at you as he walked on stage

Or smirking at you after smoothing down a stray hair

Or making stupid comments as he moves away

Jesse is absolutely fucking with you

This absolute bitch

You're about to pull up fr

And his flirting continues throughout the whole rehearsal period

And you love it

It gives you happy butterflies in your chest and stomach

It's bearable you suppose...

But his secret winks and smiles directed only at you do get you thinking a little bit

You've never really watched the rehearsals properly

Probably not a good thing to be realising now, seeing as you have such important roles

Oh well, you haven't ruined the show yet

Everything will probably be just fine

Obviously you'd directed and checked for cues when leading everyone backstage but you'd never just watched it

So as the rehearsals left before opening night dwindle to only a few you decide you'll just watch for once

And somehow you've never noticed that Jesse's character has a love interest

Not a problem

You have zero problems

Next question

Okay shut up

It does slightly grind on your nerves watching their confession scene

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

It's fine.

No worries.

You can handle this.

But it certainly doesn't help that Jesse keeps making eye contact with you when saying his lines

Like,, bro

The director in you wants to scream

He's meant to be confessing to his love interest, not you !!

Make eye contact with the love interest !!

But the rest of you ??

Simply ascending every time Jesse confesses while gazing into your eyes

The dreamy asshole

Not so subtly glad he's looking at you and not at them

It's getting kinda hard to distinguish between reality and fiction

And the heat in your cheeks won't disappear regardless so that's great

Your only saving grace is that Jesse doesn't keep his eyes on you throughout the whole scene

But every time without fail, just before the scene ends, Jesse searches for your gaze and holds it, uttering his character's final line

"My love, for you I would do anything."

[squidkid15]

As a deep and long-time lover of whump if you're serious about being all right taking time out to give me a list I would absolutely LOVE a list.

so I'm too lazy to alphabetize it but *cracks knuckles* let's see how this goes

Read more because I was serious about him having a shitton of issues.

The circlets he's wearing in that new picture? Yeah none of those is the original one

His tongue is lightly coated in copper after 500 years of being fed nothing but that. His sense of taste is greatly reduced, and he can faintly taste copper all the time.

His Tripitaka was...pretty cruel to him. Wukong, of course, has yet to realize this fully. He still thinks the monk was trying to help - he just failed at it (see next bullet)

He spent all of jttw and afterward being called all sorts of terrible things and never being thanked/being good enough that he's decided he never will be. ("A good person? Nah. I'm not one of those.") He's given up on it.

He no longer does things just for the sake of being a "good person," he'll only do it if he wants to. Usually, these things overlap, what he wants is generally good, but not always. He's decided that no one will ever see him as good/good enough so he's stopped trying.

Oh, every single one of these issues? Before and after this bullet? Never addressed. He's the definition of "I'll keep all my emotions right here and then one day I'll die". Except, unfortunately, that second part never happens so all those emotions have been bottled for literally thousands of years.

He has been borrowing mental spoons from future wukong for centuries and at some point he's gonna run out of spoons to borrow

Doesn't sleep. Ever. Hasn't for a LONG time. His Macaque has sleep/dream powers and made sure Wukong has nightmares any time he's asleep. So he just. Doesn't. This does not help the 'mental spoons' issue.

He killed his Mac. Like flat out did it. Knows he did it, meant to do it (sorta). Soooooo thats like 29473834 issues wrapped into one

The four NEW circlets were tossed on him after the fire was split. The force of taking the ring knocked him out and when he woke up he was wearing not one, not two, but FOUR circlets. Heaven claimed it was to seal the Samadhi Fire (which it does do!) but Ne'Zha and DBK don't have them so Wukong knows better.

"Last 'good thing' I did, I helped a friend with his kid. And it landed me in chains."

The new circlets have only been used once - right after he woke up and tried to rampage through heaven when he saw what they did. They were used just the once to stop that, and now remain as just a threat, but a very real one.

He won't fight back (unless its to protect someone he cares about). He just won't. Last time he fought back he killed his best friend, so he Will Not defend himself. Any amount of verbal or physical abuse, if it's aimed at only him, he won't fight back. Mac has said some awful things to him and Wukong just looks away.

Mac gave him a nightmare about Wukong killing him again and Wukong woke up and rolled right into a full-blown panic attack. It was really bad.

Killed his Mac to protect the jttw gang, and was...mostly in his right mind at the time. Buried pretty deep in Stockholm Syndrome, he didn't see that Mac was trying to help. Mac's powers make it near impossible to stop him without lethal force, and...so that's what Wukong used. He shifted into "this is a threat. threats need to be stopped" mentality, and only after he'd snapped mac's neck did he fully process what he did.

He completely understands Mac's grudge, has never tried to defend or explain himself there.

[whysamwhy123]

“Decide” for the wip ask thing!

Better late then never, so I'm finally getting to this now, thanks for sending this my way! As it happens, that word pops up in a lot of my WIPs, so brace yourself with a fuckton of snippets under the cut!

1)

(My most recent WIP and boy, is it a silly one. It's my flimsy excuse to write Fuckboy DG hitting on various members of the rosters, and striking out each time)

As he approaches her, Daniel tries to figure out what his opening line should be.

Hey, what's up, mommy? Your baby boy has arrived…

He’s one hundred percent sure that would work, obviously. But he decides to take a different approach.

2)

‘’You sure?’’

Hook’s back to squinting again. ‘’Why wouldn’t I be?’’

Orange decides to test his theory. ‘’I saw what’s going on with you and Brian.’’

Hook’s calm, I don’t give a shit demeanor breaks slightly. It’s only for a brief second, but Orange spots the glint in his eyes, the slight pursing of his lips, the tightening of his body language. He was right on the money.

‘’Yeah, it’s…whatever,’’ Hook says, trying to play it cool.

3)

‘’What is this?’’ he asks.

Hook wonders if that’s a trick question. His mind’s coming up blank though so he decides to answer literally. ‘’Uh. The sink?’’

‘’Oh, good, you know what that is,’’ Orange says. ‘’So, are you aware that most people use these things to clean dishes? Generally, after they’ve eaten and they’re all dirty, human beings will then wash them so that they can be used again. What a concept! Would you like to give it a try sometime?’’

(Sassy Bitch OC strikes again)

4)

‘’Bros before hoes,’’ Zay said, firm.

Daniel rolled his eyes. ‘’What, are we in high school?’’

‘’Nah, ‘cause you never had hoes in high school,’’ Zay grinned afterwards, earning himself a glare from Daniel.

Daniel decided not to correct Isiah and instead he looked back in Julia’s direction. God, she was so fucking hot. He had to have her - he just had to.

(I'm sure nothing bad could come of this. Nope, I'm sure nothing bad happens to Daniel in this fic, nothing whatsoever 🙂🙂🙂)

5)

(Disclaimer - Hook is high as a kite in this fic. Orange is not. Oh, the humanity...)

Orange decides to take a different approach. ‘’You know what would be really fun?’’

Hook legitimately gasps. ‘’What?!’’ he asks, looking up at him with those wide red eyes.

‘’If we went to bed. Right now.’’

Hook giggles. ‘’We are in bed…’’

‘’Then let’s get some sleep, huh?’’

Hook grins. ‘’Don’t wanna.’’

6)

Orange’s head slowly turns, his first movement since Hook dropped the bomb on him. Fear shoots ice through Hook’s veins. But when he meets his eyes, he doesn’t look mad. His face is weirdly neutral. But then the cracks start to show. A slight crease in his forehead. A grim, sad little glint in his eye. He opens his mouth but the only sound that comes out is a terse exhale. His mouth opens and closes a couple more times, as though he can’t decide what to say.

Hook braces himself for whatever’s about to happen.

(Uh oh, did Hook do something baaaaaaaad? Something he regrets? Something that would make his boyfriend upset?🙂🙂🙂)

7)

Eventually, Daniel decided he’d done enough, laid the groundwork as best as he could. So the next time he and Julia found themselves alone, he just straight up asked her if she wanted to head back to his hotel room later, after the show.

He didn’t know what he was expecting. But what Julia said in response - the request she made - left him completely stunned.

(This is, in fact, a different fic from the other Daniel/Julia snippet. But arguably both ideas are equally awful and embarrassing on my part 😬)

[seelestia]

OMG THE NEW NAVIA THEME IS SO CUTE??? i think it's safe to say that you definitely cooked, lia hehe >:3 /lh /gen

anyways! that's pretty much what it is when it comes to college and frankly? i just wanna get it over with like literally the only highlight to it is seeing my friends and spending time with my boyfriend 😭 but!! a social science major sounds cool! i'd say you have some pretty good goals set in mind and you can always take up a minor if you want to pursue the others :> (i did consider having music as a minor) and sure! the courses depend on what you pick really and the college/professor, online is just about the same as in-person if you have a lot of reading on a pc to do tbh. english classes are well. kind of like the ones in high school but college-leveled. just make sure you give yourself enough time to do assignments bc they can be painful :"D

HELP LMAO??? okay that's true though, the fontaine quest definitely made a splash and we really had to dip our toes in the water with it huh? anyway thats kind of the thing, the only similarity between bedo and lyney is that they actively flirt with me in their own way, and its funny bc i usually try to find someone whose personality complements mine bc im generally the quieter one compared to both (ah yes a reality tv show for me HJEKAHD) also yea! i think both of them really do have traits that make them stand out and frankly i wish they got more screentime (also i have yet to watch the 4.6 trailer ehehe)

same here to you!! i'm always happy to rattle off of your hcs and i enjoy talking about our selfships as well hehe (*^ω^*) and i love it when bedo calls me his "sweet violet",,like the way he says it is just so endearing? like the pitch of his voice always becomes softer and more affectionate jsjdksndj (yk its funny, my boyfriend does the same thing with me bc his nicknames are unique to me as well)

also i'm throwing another ramble at ya: imagine wanderer or ayato surprising you with breakfast in bed HEHEHEHE

awh thats oki! like i said, i'm always happy to indulge your selfships since i enjoy hearing about them :> /gen. honestly i wouldn't be surprised if wanderer did knock you softly on the head for thinking the flowers were from yato ajjdkshd (nah just put the hairpin in before he gets a chance /hj /lh) also i forgot to tell u im a sucker for floriography so i methinks wanderer could give you camellias which represent everlasting love. the hairpin ayato gives you is unique in design and had it specially made for you alone :3

and i quote from my irl friend: "bouncing off the walls gf x completely stoic unmoving statue bf" HDJAKDHSJ NOT ONLY THAT SHE COMPARED HIM TO A PIECE OF FURNITURE BC OF HOW STIFF HE IS IN PICTURES (but hey i give him credit for a cute smile <3) and he is very much a pretty boy even though he tries to deny it until i accept that he calls me pretty too BUT YEA QUITE LITERALLY OPPOSITES ATTRACT anyway pretty much, not all relationships are like yk. sunshine and rainbows so thats why i feel very grateful to have a healthy one. if anything, we're just both trying to do our best to make one another happy but thankies hehe (also nw! i dont think u sound like a grandma, i just like hearing u ramble ehhehe)

also im not rlly sure why ppl think 20 is old either like dang, sure my back hurts on occasion but i'm not a fossil 😭

AHHH THANK U, VI!! so it seems you agree that i... baked? :3c /lh HAHAHA navia is so sweet and silly. i just have to make her my theme! (++ as a homage to her for carrying me in spiral abyss 🫣) since i do put in effort whenever i do theme changes, it makes me happy to know others like it <3

i'll have you know that i'm a true enabler of dad jokes & puns. throw 'em at me! which reminds me: how does albedo react to your jokes? for me, ayato just thinks it's funny that i find them funny (he pats me on the head afterwards - A+ for effort). wanderer is just the epitome of unimpressed and sometimes, he'd even pull on my cheek a little if the joke is extremely unfunny LOLLL. the only one who'd ever indulge me is mr. shikanoin heizou ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡) oh, woe is me!!! /lh

i see! ty for the perspective, vi <3 i'm gonna find it nostalgic to look back on this convo after i went to college. tho assignments really are a staple of uni life, huh? one of the times i thank highschool for instilling the habit of “work first, play later” in me. i imagine it's gonna be more painful however so i'll need to juggle rest & work 😭 hope you're holding up with yours!! <3

THAT'S CUTE!! i find it so funny that albedo himself is the paradigm for introverts but when it comes to flirting with people he finds intriguing, he's not here to play LMAO. how does he act 〜suave〜 so naturally?? smh i need those skills too /hj. lyney on the other hand... he takes it as an achievement if he manages to fluster you! the sleight of the hand is his bread & butter but he's good with his words just as well, no? voila! ✧ i am biting my fist UWAGHH. i am head over heels for the 'speaks to you / says your name in a softer voice' thingy but to witness it first-hand??? i'm so happy for you 🤭

WWHWHWHWH. ayato usually has the maids prepare our meals so he probably tells them to make it extra special. unfortunately, i'm more of a night owl than an early riser so by the time he brings the tray onto the bed, i'm just looking at him all groggy LOL. he thinks it's cute, taps my cheek and teasingly asks if this is all a ruse to get him to spoon feed me.... this man /aff. wanderer tho is a good cook so he does not play around with food or breakfast! but it's gonna take lots of coaxing to have breakfast in bed since “if it spills on the mattress, i'll demote you to the floor for a day.” i tell him about the existence of trays but he's still adamant. no fun 💔 /j

CAMELLIAS?! those happen to be one of my fav flowers!!! and the meaning too... i'm ahhdjwjejw /pos. he would tho!! wanderer canonically like wandering off in nature (oh, dearest sumeru), i think he picks flowers to bring back home. but sometimes, he'd rather observe them from afar: they're fleeting, after all. so he might as well leave them be to bloom to their fullest. yk.... i should buy some seeds these days and make a garden of our own. maybe it could be a surprise for him oooooo mhm mhm!! wbu?? does albedo or lyney indulge in making you breakfast in bed too hehe :3c (for lyney, i'm willing to bet lynette sponsored that breakfast /j)

NOT THE FURNITURE POSE HAHAA 😭

“smile!”

vi: 🌸🌷🎀🩷

bf: 🚪🚪🚪

/j but we appreciate the effort!!! i'm also not vv photogenic myself so i can relate badly with the furniture pose LMAO 😔 i prefer taking pictures of others instead! ayato is really photogenic. this is what happens when you deal with paparazzi /j & wanderer can be photogenic too but only in candid. he does not like staring at the camera. what a grumpy cat /aff +++ i saw the picrew you sent me! VI IT'S SO ADORBS AHHHH feel free to share more picrews of you & your f/o's anytime! i love love love them ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა /gen !!!!

[aita-blorbos]

ATAH for snapping at my father and telling him I don't want him involved with my daughters lives?

A bit of context before I fully get into it.

I (24M) was born early. The doctors didn't think I was going to make it, and the fact that my mother died only a few months later thanks to complications that came up because of my birth didn't help things. There had to be some luck on my side though, because Grandfather's closest friend had recently had a child himself, and was able to get me a wet maid, one that I shared with my grandfather's friend's daughter, who would eventually become my wife.

My actual father on the other hand? He had convinced himself that the doctors were right about me, and that I wasn't going to make it. So he threw himself into his job (he's a knight) and did his best to distance himself from me, so that way if I did die, he wouldn't have as much to greave.

Even after a few years and it was safe to say I was going to make it, he still didn't get close. Growing up, it always seemed like he was avoiding me on purpose. I wound up living with my Grandfather because of this, since he was willing to actually raise me. I apprenticed under him as a blacksmith and he helped me through some of the lowest points during my teen years. All the while my own father was next to nowhere to be found, and the few times he was around, always seemed to have the perfect excuse so he wouldn't have to be in the same room as me.

More recently, since I've gotten married 4 years ago, and after the birth of my daughters (quadruplets!! Thankfully we haven't had many issues with them so far. Though their mother slept for about a day afterwards) 2 years ago, he finally seems as though he wants to try and close the gap between us. Mostly through the form of spoiling my daughters. My wife knows about issues with him, and has asked him a few times to stop spoiling them so much, and it's helped a little bit.

Earlier, as I was heading off to make some deliveries, he wound up catching me and asked about my girls. Wondering when a good time would be to come see them.

I'm not sure what exactly it was, but something in my snapped and I yelled at him that I didn't want him around them. Asked him why he thought he could slot himself into the spot of their grandfather when he never even was a father in the first place. For all I knew he was just going to get close to them, only for something to come up, and he distances himself from them without a word. All the while leaving my girls in the dust wondering why Grandpa isn't coming over to play with them anymore when he's still doing everything else he normally does.

After I yelled at him, he hung his head and walked the other direction without a word.

All this was just a few minutes ago and Im starting to feel a little guilty about what I said. ATAH?

TL:DR My father is trying to spoil my daughters after having never been there for me, and I yelled at him about it.

[mad-hunts]

sad headcanon q’s…  // 23. does your muse tend to be hard on themselves when they do something wrong?

oh, boy, y'all are REALLY starting off strong with these sad headcanons, huh? 😔 nah... i'm just joking around with you haha. it's more than okay for you to be asking me this question about barton, and i just wanted to say thank you so much for the ask, @cxpperhead!! sooo, trust me when i say that my answer to this is going to be a bit of a complicated one. let me start off by saying that barton doesn't typically agonize over what he does to people on a daily basis because he often lacks the ability to feel guilt + remorse. or, at least, he lacks the ability to feel it on the same level that other people would. this is partially due it being canon in my verse that barton is a person with undiagnosed ASPD ( which is antisocial personality disorder, for short. though i am by no means saying that this excuses his behavior... it's just an explanation for it ) and because he has conditioned himself to not feel bad about it most of the time.

but on account of the fact that sociopaths aren't incapable of feeling emotion as some of the stigma around the disorder might want to lead people to believe, since they have actually been known to experience a broad range of emotions ( albeit they are usually thought of to be quote unquote ' shallow emotions ' ) ... there have been / are times where barton has been considerably hard on himself for thing's that he's done. he quite literally hated himself after he, in his opinion, basically sent julien to his death in order to help the joker out with one of his 'schemes.' like he would just keep on torturing himself with these thoughts of how he should've known better than to trust that man with his son and that, no, this job that they were doing was NOT ' just like any other job. ' he was just being callous at the time and didn't stop to consider the sheer cruelty that the man has within him before it was too late.

and barton felt as if he couldn't live with the pain inside of him after knowingly lying to marceline, his late fiancée, right before she died despite the fact that that was the last good thing he could give to her in his opinion: some peace of mind. and nowadays, sometimes whenever he is acting particularly cruel to his children, it's like this switch inside of him clicks on that makes him think... 'wow, i really just said that to her / him? ' or ' i swore that i would never become like wesley, but i'm acting so much like him right now, ' and barton just kind of feels this profound feeling of ugliness inside of him afterwards that makes him criticize himself to hell. because i feel like if you were to dig inside barton — not literally, but figuratively — you would find that he does in fact have a heart but it's just so cold inside sometimes that it seems like it never generates any warmth.

barton, and you may see this as surprising for reasons that i honestly couldn't blame you for because he is demented and intentionally malevolent to those around him, also questions himself a LOT at night whenever he can't escape from his thoughts. he commits these super heinous crimes on a daily basis, after all, and sometimes it makes him really loathe not having the distraction of noise around him due to the fact that this is the time period in which he will really beat himself up about things. and i mean things not just in relation to the bigger parts to his wrongness but also in response to things like someone else treating him poorly, which he perceives as his fault, because he believes he deserved it. he also wants everything to be perfect even though that's literally an unattainable goal, so whenever he feels like he's failed one of his loved ones or abandoned them / betrayed them, especially for nothing... he has pretty unspeakable thoughts about himself if i'm being honest.

and this may all occur in the midst of him simultaneously feeling this deep emptiness because of just how different his life had turned out to be than what he imagined it as a child. but of course, his bad behavior now can't and shouldn't be excused by his upbringing, because that would imply that he wouldn't have to take responsibility for his actions. which he very much does. i just feel like barton's brain works in such a complex way sometimes, that not even he knows whether he's going to feel bad about something, or not. his sense of guilt is extremely stunted if not almost completely gone and so it's just like... kind of unpredictable, you know? but he knows that some sort of remorse related to whenever he does something wrong / him thinking very bad thoughts about himself will pop up because a part of him desires to not be doing this. and as a result, he kind of secretly craves punishment for everything wrong that he's done.

but anyhow, i hope that this was an insightful answer and that i was able to explain how barton's sense of guilt / remorse surrounding things he's done wrong in a way that makes it a little easier to understand how his brain works. because it honestly is pretty complicated, i'm not gonna lie, and i sometimes feel like i don't know how to articulate it myself even though i'm the one who's writing him (,: so yeah! thanks again for the ask, @cxpperhead!!

[esta-elavaris]

1, 9, 21, and 38!

who is/are your comfort character(s)? James Norrington, Boromir, and Vasya from the Winternight Trilogy.

The first two because? They're just such Good and Honourable Men - I almost said in spite of their flaws, but honestly because of them? Because they face them and regret them and try to fix them as best they can? I don't think I'd ever have looked twice at either beyond "o he's cute" if they were just archetypal perfect warriors who win battles and go home.

And Vasya because I see a lot of myself in certain aspects of her - although she's far more badass. But, y'know, aspirational ig!

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? Both but I tend to drink it hot just because it's easier to make a good hot coffee than a good iced one. Like sometimes I'll make a hot coffee, put it in a flask by my bed for morning if I need to be up and ready to go quickly, so I drink it cold then but it's not proper *iced* coffee. Also fuckin love an iced mocha frappucino when I'm able to snag one - but I hate ordering in coffee shops bc it's always so loud and I feel like I never hear what the server is asking me, it's a bad time for all involved.

something you’ve kept since childhood? God slight trauma dump ahead feel free to skip, nothing too sinister, there was this very old book called The Hugs and Kisses Contest that my father used to read to me when I was a kid. My relationship with him completely fell apart over the course of a couple of years, for reasons tied up into the homelessness mess, it's a very long and tedious story that nobody wants to hear or tell but it's difficult to sort of summarise, but the point is amongst all of that when we were sorting through 25 years worth of shit to either bin or keep before we had to be out of there for good, in my very last hour of being in the house I'd lived in since birth, having gone from being very very very close to not speaking at all beyond what was absolutely necessary, and we found the book at the back of a shelf and he asked me whether I wanted to throw it out or keep it and I just said "keep" and left the room. It was A Lot. Not to get all 2deep for that one, but it's the only thing I could think of 🙃 just a thing of "things will never be how they once were, it can't be fixed, but I'm grateful for what good there was while it was there."

Anyway I started CTW when all of that was in the process of going down, and finished it when the dust had finally settled afterwards, and I think it uhhh shows at times. In hindsight it definitely does, but none of it was intentional while writing. Funny how that works!

a soap bar that smells good? God, wouldn't it be funny if I was like "ah, yes, the soap my estranged relative once gave me--" and just killed the vibe even more?

Nah there's this artisanal one my nana gets me every year for as part of my Christmas from this Scottish-based company and it smells gorgeous - very subtle, like not super floral or citrus or anything, but really nice! It's called After the Rain.

Thank you!! 💜 (And sorry for the sudden intense answer!)

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

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Chapter 37 - Caught in the rain. Episode 1.

------Andy's point of view-------

Andy: It was 24 hours before the wedding, and the past 2 days things had been weird in the house. Well not super weird like after Evan's dad walking in on us, but there were definitely a weirdness fog surrounding our house. And I was just about fed up with it. Yes, I get it. I was once straight too remember? I have been in the same position quite a few times, letting your guards down, cause you needed to. And then ending up feeling awkward about it afterwards. But it was 24hours count down for my re-wedding day, and I would prefer things would be a little less…. tense 24 hours from now… I had to do something since Congo and Evan seemed to mostly avoid contact. So, after a grocery run I had told them I didn't get enough beers for the wedding since it was too heavy, and convinced them both to join me for a second trip to the grocery store. What they didn't know was I had bought more than plenty beers, and they were all loaded on Congo's truck, but it was the perfect excuse for me to get them both out of the house, and execute my evil plan. It was dark, and just before closing time, so they started questioning my intentions as I suddenly made a detour, driving towards the beach instead. I was thankful when I 5 minutes later parked the car and got out of it, the air in the car was so tense, it nearly gave me a headache! Alright you two! Get out of the car! I glared at the both of them and smiled satisfied as they slowly got out I need you both to do me a favor… I looked at Evan who grunted softly and stuck his hands in his pockets

Congo: He looked at his watch and sighed softly Andy, it's getting late… we need to get going in order to make it to the store before they close.

Andy: Yeah, about that… follow me please! I started walking across the small parking lot and down onto the sand Guys! As I turned around I saw them both following up. As they reached me by the sand, they both looked at me suspiciously, so I decided to make a bail, and started padding my pockets Shit! I forgot my cigs! I'll just I pointed towards my car stay here! I turned around and started jogging towards the car

Evan: Andy!… you can have one of mine…

Andy: Nah, I'm good… As I reached the car and started it, I observed their faces, as they realised I was going to leave them there, and I can honestly say I was happy I was far away! Congo looked like he was about to give up, but Evan… Evan looked like he was either gonna burst out crying… or strangle me. I drove close to them and rolled down my window, yelling at them in a teasing voice Ey! You two patch this shit up! Or you're both uninvited for my wedding tomorrow! I'll pick you up in 30 minutes, that should be enough to swallow your pride! I snickered as I drove off, watching them in the mirror, turning smaller and smaller as they stood there in disbelief, observing my car drive away. I gotta say, it kinda felt good… but I also felt shitty for leaving them there. But something had to be done!

------Congo's point of view--------

Congo: I sighed deep as I could no longer see the car and half smiled at Evan I'll take one of those cigs if you're still offering?

Evan: He shook his head softly, grabbed his cigs from his jeans pocket and handed me one, lighting one himself

Congo: There's a bench over there I pointed about 12-14 meters ahead of us Let's sit down at least?

Evan: He nodded softly but tried his best to avoid eye contact

Congo: As we had been sitting on the bench for about 5 minutes, trapped in dead silence, I cleared my throat and spoke in a lowered warm voice, keeping my eyes firmly planted on the sea Evan… I… I know I said we could pretend it never happened, and we never had to speak about it… but… I think it's safe to say things has gotten tense between us, and I'm pretty sure that's why we got ditched here. I only did what I did to try to help you, I hope you know that. I assumed it was what you wanted at that given moment, and I just wanna be clear, for me it has not changed a single thing between us. I do not expect more from you, it was a casual stress relief, nothing less, nothing more. At least from my side. I was just trying my best to help.

Evan: 5 minutes went, and still he said nothing, I felt like the silence was so thick I could almost taste it

Congo: I looked up at the sky as a lightning pierced the darkness, followed by a loud roaring thunder. And then… rain! It was as if the ocean had become the sky, and decided to leak! In a matter of seconds we were soaked! I looked around us, desperately trying to find somewhere we could take cover from the rain, and sighed relieved as I saw one of those life guard houses lifted from the ground on wooden beams. We could easily stand tall under it, so I pointed towards it and yelled at Evan There!! Over there!!! The life guard house!!!

Evan: WHAT???

Congo: The life guard house!!

Evan: I can't see!! I got fucking eyeliner in my eyes!! GOD!!! It stings!!!

Congo: I turned my head and looked at him, he was all black around and under his eyes, black lines travelling down his wet cheeks. He looked like a mess, and he kept blinking his clearly stinging eyes Come here! Without further notice I grabbed his hand tight and started running fast, dragging him after me, chuckling warmly as we few seconds later reached the shelter under the small wooden house. I gasped for air a few times and turned around to look at Evan Are you okay?

Evan: His eyes was barely open at this point, and he sighed from pain Not exactly… ahh! He frowned lightly and grunted

Congo: Come here I smiled softly and grabbed a pack of paper tissues from my jeans pocket, sighing relieved as I saw they were still dry Alright… lean your head backwards please, and try to open your eyes as much as possible.

Evan: He grunted softly and did as I said. His eyes were very red as I looked into them

Congo: Alright… hold still… I gently dried the soft papers under his eyes, trying my best to get the worst of the black mess off, without touching his sore eyes too much. Once I was done I repeated process on the eyelids and around the eye area, smiling softly as I was done There… that should help… hopefully. I gazed into his brown eyes, I never fully noticed the outer circle of his iris being THAT green… but here, up close, even in the darkness I could definitely see a nice forest green color. I smiled softly as I noticed I was starring Are you better now?

Evan: He nodded softly Yeah…

Congo: I chuckled softly as I removed a wet strand of hair from his cheek We're soaked!

Evan: He nodded agreeing and stuck his hands in his pockets I'm fucking freezing!!

Congo: I looked at him a bit hesitant Maybe I shouldn't?

Evan: He looked at me with no certain expression

Congo: I sighed softly… well here goes nothing, I guess.. I planted a firm hand on his shoulder, dragging him closer to me, and as he was only few cm's away from me, I wrapped my arms tight around him, dragging him close to my body. I sighed relieved as he didn't struggle, but instead buried his face at my neck. We stood there about 10 minutes before I spoke in a lowered voice How are you?

Evan: He sighed deeply Not good.

Congo: I gently rubbed his back a bit Still freezing, or is there more?

Evan: Both…

Congo: Is there something I can do?

Evan: He shook her head lightly No… I'm sorry I'm acting weird. I do remember everything….I don't regret, it's not like that at all… I just… I don't understand. I don't have feelings for you…. I'm not gay…. I just….

Congo: I squeezed him a bit tighter

Evan: I have had casual sex with females before… or casual handjobs…. uh…. he grunted softly I just can't figure this out since you're a guy. he paused a bit and I could feel him shiver from the cold Where do we go from here?

Congo: I sighed softly First of, we didn't have sex…. so don't think of it like that… it might be easier to swallow if you see it as me and Andy simply helped you relax. That's all. Yes, I touched you… in a sexual way… but there were no body fluids exchanged in the process. It was more an extension of my hug so to speak. You needed more than a hug…. so I provided you with what you needed. You and I are still on the same page, don't worry. You and Andy are a couple, me and Andy are a couple… and you and I are family, right?

Evan: He nodded softly

Congo: I squeezed him a bit again Are we okay then?

Evan: Yeah… thank you.

Congo: I chuckled warmly No need to thank me. If we don't fix this, he might just leave us here the whole night! Speaking of, he should be here by now… I looked at my watch… yeah, he should have been here 5 minutes ago. I looked out on the rain, hoping he was okay. I would be hard to drive in this much rain, even for a skilled driver like Andy.

Evan: He looked up at me with worried eyes You think he's okay?

Congo: Yeah… just relax, he will be here any minute now, I'm sure.

Evan: I felt him starting to shake more

Congo: Evan… you need to relax. Take a deep breath, please.

Evan: I can't! I feel like he let go of me and backed a few meters I feel like I can't breathe! What if something happened to him? Should we go after him?

Congo: Evan… first of we don't know where he went, so it wouldn't make sense to go after him… secondly if we leave, he can't find us when he shows up, and it will all end in a mess. You have to try to calm yourself down, please. I took a few steps forwards and planted my hands on his shoulders, squeezing them gently Breathe…. just breathe.

Evan: I can't!

Congo: Evan… listen to me, please. You're having a panic attack, I know this from Andy. There's nothing wrong with you, and you can breathe just fine. Just calm down, okay? Trust me.

Evan: I can't! I can't! His legs started shaking as he started sobbing, and he lowered himself to sit on the sand, sobbing so much his whole body followed up on the shaking

Congo: Evan… please…

Evan: I can't breathe! Fuck!! I don't wanna die! Please!! I looked into his terrified eyes

Congo: Come here I sat down next to him, wrapping my arms and legs tight around him, rubbing his back in a soothing way Everything is gonna be okay, I promise you sweety… everything will be okay. Just let it all out.

Evan: He sobbed loudly and pressed himself hard against me, as if he wanted to hide from whatever he was scared of

Congo: Shhh shhh, I got you… I got you…

Evan: Please don't let go!

Congo: I won't… I promise… I wont. We sat there about 2 minutes before I spotted the car lights as Andy parked the car and honked his horn a few times Alright… that's our ride. Let's go home, huh?

Evan: As I got no answer beside a soft sniffling from his nose, I slowly stood up, lifting him along the way, wrapping his legs around my waist, and started a slow run towards the car, smiling softly as Andy got out from the passenger seat to open the back door for us

Andy: I'm fucking sorry! I lost track of time!

Congo: It's alright sweetheart… we're okay! I quickly lifted Evan in on the back seat and jumped in next to him, slamming the door after me, smiling softly as Andy got in on the other side of Evan, then took a look at the front seat where Gaby was sitting behind the wheel Oh… so you're the driver?

Gaby: Nodded in the mirror Good evening guys! Yeah, I needed a car, and George weren't home. So I called you, but there were no reception… So I tried Andy and got a hold of him. As he picked me up it started raining, so we had to do my business a bit slower than intended… and suddenly time flew by. I apologize… hope you weren't too worried?

Congo: I smiled warmly We will manage, Gabriella… don't worry.

Andy: Wrapped a blanket around Evan's shoulders and looked at me with an apologizing smile There's only one in my car..

Congo: It's alright sweetheart… my body heat is higher, I will be fine on the short drive.

Evan: His teeth were clapping, and his whole body was trembling like leaves in the wind

Congo: I wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and so did Andy Alright, let's get you home!

Gaby: Is he okay?

Congo: Yeah I smiled at her softly in the mirror a panic attack, nothing we can't handle.

Gaby: She nodded at me with a cheeky smile You know, sex is a brilliant way to lose tension. Maybe one of you should give him a blowjob?

Andy: Bit his lips Gaby! Not the right time to give sexual advice! He moaned softly, and I could see he was cursing on the inside

Congo: I chuckled softly and smiled at the sexologist in the mirror as she shook her head

Gaby: Just pretend I'm not here. I won't look, I promise. She chuckled softly, started the car, and after orientating herself a bit in the rain, she started driving slowly It will take a while guys… the rain is getting stronger, I can barely see where I am driving. So… you have plenty time to loosen up back there… she chuckled softly as I sent her a soft glare in the mirror Alright, I'll stop teasing. She turned on the radio, and started tabbing her long nails on the starring wheel at the rhythm of the song

Andy: He looked at me with a worried smile Are you okay?

Congo: I nodded softly I'm fine, please don't worry about me.

Andy: He nodded and looked at Evan, observing him with a worried frown on his forehead How are you?

Evan: Shook his head and looked most of all like a scared mouse, hunted by a cat

Andy: He's really tense again…

Gaby: I'm not saying anything….

Andy: Look at her with a deep frown, then looked at me hesitating Well, it wouldn't be bad to get him out of the wet clothes soon! Gaby, how long will it take before were home?

Gaby: Looked out the side window I can barely see the road Andy, and it will only get worse as we hit the mountain… So I would say at least 15 minutes!

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

june 6, 2021 12:00 a.m. shannon's house

[colm] all things considered, i think that went very well. and it looks nice in here even though we have only furniture for two rooms!

[shannon] i agree! good job, lads. and thank you to my mom and uncle paddy who left for the hotel room before we could offer dinner. now onto fixing the white paint nightmare!

[grant] let me know when you're down to repaint or wallpaper stuff! i'd be happy to come help. this purple wallpaper is a dream and it'd be my honor to help restore this place.

[colm] that's the spirit, baby!

[shannon] we'll start soon surely! we already have some samples picked out to look through. maybe we'll look for wallpaper as well. and maybe we need a ladder.

[colm] not if grant is offering his services.

[grant] it's me, your favorite tall bitch!

[shannon] no, no, you're right! no ladder. not when my cousin is a giant. well, grant, if you're interested...we would really appreciate it.

[grant] no problem! i kind of love painting anyway. it's super relaxing.

[shannon] you mean you don't just like snorting the chemicals?

[grant] paint is nowhere near as good as coke and besides, i gave up that life!

[colm] is that why you have a bit of a tic where your nose twitches all the time?

[grant] oh shit, do i?

[shannon] it’s mild! no one would ever notice except for the people who knew you had a raging cocaine addiction!

[grant] so, like, everyone?

[colm] well, i had no idea you did coke!

[grant] buddy, i did everything in college except meth and the kitchen sink.

[shannon] thank you for never doing meth!

[grant] you’re welcome! i should congratulate myself, too.

[colm] and what do you mean by everything?

[grant] why? you need to know for your grocery list?

[colm] fuck off HAHA

[grant] let's just say if you can name it, i definitely used it. repeatedly.

[colm] you know, you are the most interesting man i've ever met.

[grant] thank you! i'm glad you married my cousin. your company is enjoyable.

[shannon] i'm glad your batshit crazy parents decided to produce a decent child, grant. colm, i'm glad we ended up on take me out at the same time. and for me, i'm glad i'm back from ireland again.

[shannon] by the way, grant, i think i should take my turn acting like you. i feel bad accepting or even thinking about accepting your help. i know, i know, i just said thanks for the painting offer but, like, you're being too kind. don't you have better things to do?

[grant] nah, not really. i don't have much of anything going on. not after i lost one job, manically quit another because i hated it, and broke up with päivi. i'd love to do anything that keeps me around people i like and stops me from thinking about, um, things.

[shannon] wait a minute. when the fuck did the break up happen?

[grant] like days before your grad party. technically. officially, it was afterwards, but really it was before.

[shannon] oh my god. i thought you were set for life with her! what happened? actually, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want. either way, i'm so sorry. are you okay?

[grant] she cheated on me. and yes, i think i'm okay. i've had time to process it and come to terms with it. i mean, okay, i'm not okay, but i will be. i'm too stubborn to fully lose my shit over her when worse has happened to me.

[colm] oh fuck her!

[shannon] she cheated on you?!

[grant] with one of her friends who came to visit back in march! her fucking mall santa friend! i'm sorry, by my standards that’s a shitty, low, childish thing to point out but like? hello? santa!?

[shannon] oh so now if i ever see the blonde bimbo again, i have to kill her.

[colm] i'd say the same exact thing except it’s not right for a large white man to use those words. so i'll just say “fuck her” again.

[shannon] i am going to kill her. you know i would kill for you, right?

[grant] oh, i know you would. and let it be known i would defend you with my life also. but anyway, i appreciate the concern but you don’t have to fight her or even hate her. it’s fine. i genuinely think i got enough closure to try and move on and heal.

[shannon] have you considered i want to hate her? i don’t care who it is, no one messes with my family members. she will feel every bit of the rage stored in all four feet and eleven inches of my body.

[grant] did you just use the inferior imperial system of measurement?

[shannon] unfortunately i slipped up and did...but hey! no changing topics!

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Crafty

Rabbit decides the Young Girl (053) needs her own little Tickle Monster. So, Rabbit gets to work. She's seated in the second floor break room, crocheting madly. She gets teased by her boss, Dr. Clef. And 343 gets a new grandkid.

It's late on Valentine's Eve, and as usual... I waited until last minute to finish a gift. Well, the physical part. I also had a tiny favor to ask of 343, nothing major, just a happy surprise when the finished item was hugged. The pattern is simple, all single crochet with a bit of embroidery afterwards. Normally, I'm not fond of orange, but... it's for 053. Somehow, I thought giving her a handmade 999 plush was just the thing. Now, my wrists are aching, my tea is no doubt colder than a cryomancer's hands in a freezer, and... I'm only 2/3 done. Plus, Clef inbound. He sees me, and heads over.

"You're up late, Rabbit."

"I... uh... procrastinated on a Valentine's gift. So, I'm burning the nerve endings in my wrists and the midnight oil."

"This doesn't seem like the kind of thing you'd make your fella, is it?" He gives me the Clef grin. I gulp on instinct. "No, this is a secret project, right? Who's getting the end results? Not 073, I hope. 049 wouldn't care for that, I suspect."

"No, it's for 053. It's a mini 999." I give him the ol' 076-2 Death Glare. "And Cain is just a friend. Besides... I'm, uh... not his type."

"Yeah, I know. Just messing around." He looks at my aching hands and wrists. "You need some naproxin? Maybe a hand rub?"

"Nah, hard part is almost done. Besides... 049 sent Cain up earlier with a dose. Plus, it's time to replace my now ice cold tea. Again. Funny how he knows I'm going to overdo it before I do sometimes. Are we sure our dear Doctor isn't psychic to a degree?"

"Not that we know of. I think he's just in love. And he knows you."

Awkward silence as I embroider eyes on my work. Clef seems hypnotized by the motion of needle and thread. After a few moments, he walks to 294, puts in 50 cents, and turns to me. "You said tea, what kind?"

"Uh, chamomile and lavender, with a teaspoon of honey. Thanks, boss."

"Hey, you're doing a good thing. I'm supposed to encourage this according to the Director. Besides, this will somehow annoy Dr. Bright, and I'm all for that. Probably due to the fact 053 is getting her own 999 instead of him. Meh. He can crochet his own." He hands me the drink as I'm finishing the last eye. I just need to stuff it, close it, pass it to 343 for the squishy surprise, and deliver with chocolate. But first... tea. I sip, take a moment to check my work, and nod in approval. The little guy is adorable and he's not even stuffed yet. A few more rows, and the stuffing can go in. I start crocheting again. Clef sits next to me, playing his damn ukulele. Normally, he's trying to annoy, but this time it's a soft tune, good to work to. Before long... mini 999 is ready for a brief visit with 343 on his way to 053.

"That is adorable. Bet you'd be popular with the crafty scene here if you made a 999 pattern. Heck, might be a neat fundraiser even. 053 is going to love him. Not gonna lie, I want one now."

"Maybe for your birthday, if you ever tell me the real date."

"In that case, I'll make my own. Better head to bed, it's late."

I roll my eyes. "Yes, Papa Alto." I pack up my things, finish my surprisingly still warm tea, and say goodnight. But... I'm not headed to bed just yet. Nope, while I know it's a bit late for most folks here, 343 never sleeps. So... time for a small favor. I knock on his door.

"You're up late, Rabbit. Ah, but I see you've been busy." He looks at my crochet bag, an old backpack. "May I see what you're up to?"

I laugh. "That's kind of what I'm here for. I made 053 a present, but... I think it needs a finishing touch from you. To make it really special." I take out the little orange plushie. "Would you mind making it gurgle and squeak when hugged?"

"I put the very stars in the sky, and you want me to provide sound effects for a doll? Since it is for the Young Girl, I will not say no. Pass the doll over." I comply. 343 hugs the plush, and it gurgles happily just like 999. Perfect. He hands back the improved plushie, and I give it a confirmation hug. More gurgles and squeaks.

"Thank you very much. She's going to love it." I hug 343, realize I just hugged "God", and turn as red as Abel's tattoos. 343 just smiles. "Is there anything I can do to repay you for this?"

"There is no need to pay me back. You're doing something nice for someone purely because you like them and wish to see them happy. I am always willing to help someone like that."

"Even if she's daft enough to wait until almost the very last minute?" We share a laugh.

"As a fellow artist, I know inspiration cares not for clocks. That being said, you should get some rest."

"I'm on my way, just have to drop off the package, as it were. I want it to be truly a surprise for her. I've also got a cute little card Iris drew for her, and some chocolate from Watch. Little things."

"I do hope she likes her surprises. Goodnight, Rabbit."

"Goodnight... er. I, uh, don't really feel right calling you by your number, 'sir' is too formal... may I call you 'Granddad' instead? You remind me a lot of him in the best ways."

"I would be flattered. Goodnight, Rabbit."

"Goodnight, Granddad."

I head out, drop the package off at 053's quarters, then head to my place. I wake up to a text from Watch. It's 053, hugging the stuffing nearly out of her mini 999.

"Way to upstage me, Rabbit. But... she loves it."

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[#]OrdinaryGirls: #sizeconmicro24mailbag

Krysta, have you ever ripped a bra?

Alicia: Yes, yes I have. Yeah, my lats are that awesome.

Krysta: Is your name ‘Krysta?’

Whitley: Come on N-Cup, you know we’re about as successful keeping to our own questions as we were that time we tried writing our names on our food.

Alicia: FYI: if you haven’t tried it, it is hard, but not impossible to write your name on juice.

Krysta: The carton! The juice CARTON!

Whitley: To her credit, she did pull it off though.

Krysta: And Whitley still drank it.

Whitley: Look at you squealin’.

Alicia: Oh, and the answer is yes. Yes, Krysta has absolutely destroyed bras with her enormous boobs.

Whitley: During a game of Mario Party, no less.

Krysta: You’re welcome.

Have any of you ever crushed a melon ?

Whitley: Unless ‘crush’ is slang for “eaten several in one sitting,” no, I have not.

Alicia: Of course I have. Between my big ‘ol tree trunk thighs. How else do you kick off a livestream?

Krysta: I have held one in my cleavage, but not crushed one, which, I believe, is the implication.

Whitley: What on Earth do people think her breasts are made of?

Alicia: Does the answer literally have to be, like, on Earth?

Krysta: I can assure you, my breasts are not extraterrestrial in origin.

Whitley: That’s just what someone with alien tiddies would say.

Whitley: Do you think that you'll ever stop growing?

Krysta: Why does only Whitley get that question? Does no one care about growing breasts anymore?

Whitley: Apparently not.

Alicia: Or growing stronger than any Midwest cosplay cutie—

Krysta: Or any person.

Alicia: —has any right to be? I didn't even get ONE question about my deadlift 😤

Whitley: Apples and oranges. You're actively trying to get stronger.

Alicia: But not necessarily bigger, even though I’m totally cool with that. But strength doesn't always equal size. I gave you a whole presentation about this at brunch last week.

Whitley: We’ve lived together long enough for you to know I can’t listen and eat three breakfast burritos at the same time.

Krysta: She even sent us the slides afterward.

Alicia: Did you not review my presentation? 🥺

Whitley: It's on my to-do list.

Krysta: I did. I even gave you notes.

Alicia: Thank you, Krysta. Besides, if size equaled strength, Krysta's boobs would be strong AF, and she can't even crush a melon with them things.

Whitley: But she can hold one.

Krysta: And I could not last year, but apparently the only growth that matters is Whitley’s.

Alicia: So, you think you’ll ever stop growing?

Whitley: Huh? Oh, uh. nah I'm gonna grow fifty feet tall, or something.

Alicia: Oh! Speaking of growing…

Alicia, do large muscles restrict flexibility?

Alicia: Eh, not really. I mean, don’t get me wrong, my muscles are definitely LARGE, but like my presentation said, I'm focusing strength over size, unlike some others I know.

Whitley: Rude.

Krysta: Right?

Alicia: I still do yoga. We actually have a weekly class.

Whitley: Private class, because apparently, the three of us are ‘a distraction.’

Krysta: Alicia for making up her own modifications.

Alicia: Upside-down flamingo!

Whitley: Krysta for her boobs constantly dropping into her face.

Krysta: Which should have only been a distraction for me.

Alicia: And Whitley for making the place smell like a dispensary.

Whitley: I needed to pre-game to find my center, and to not be distracted by y’all acting crazy.

Krysta: I should not be blamed for weak sports bras.

Alicia: What was the question again?

Which of you three is the best at poker?

Whitley: I am.

Krysta: I am.

Alicia: I have no idea how to play poker.

Krysta: Whitley, your poker face is not as good as you think it is.

Whitley: Says the girl who has lost several times to it.

Krysta: Okay, one: I was VERY intoxicated.

Whitley: Still counts.

Krysta: And two: I did not say you never won, I said I am a better poker player than you.

Whitley: You lost to Alicia, and she has no idea how to play poker.

Alicia: I REALLY don’t.

Krysta: We live in a universe governed by chaos. It is bound to prevail occasionally.

Whitley: You might even say, inevitably.

Alicia: You both still owe me money, btw.

Krysta: Whitley owes you more.

What's your favorite flavor of cake? 🖤🤍💜

Krysta: Banh da lon 🖤🤍💜

Whitley: Red velvet. 🩷💙💜

Alicia: Angel food cake with frosting and sprinkles. 🩷💛💙

Whitley, what's your favorite thing about being taller than most other people?

Whitley: More space for storage. I basically get top shelves to myself.

Krysta: Not the view?

Whitley: I’d call having a sh*tty view more of a shorter-than-most-people problem..

Alicia: I assumed it would be going to a concert and being crotch high to everyone on stage.

Krysta: So, the view.

Whitley: That is a plus, but not as good as the top shelves.

Krysta, any thoughts on a giantess-themed photoshoot?

Krysta: Alicia, did you submit this?

Whitley: Weren’t we talking about this yesterday?

Alicia: Totally. I wrote it on her yogurt, remember?

Krysta: Stop writing names on the yogurt!

Alicia: It was actually your name.

Whitley: And, to be fair, your idea.

Krysta: *sigh* Yes, I intend to do another giantess-themed photoshoot.

Whitley: What she means is, her analytics have spoken.

Alicia: Perfect because I just bought a 1/225 scale cityscape on Etsy.

Whitley: For your giantess content?

Alicia: Oooh, it would be good for that, huh?

Whitley: Wait, so why did you buy it?

Alicia: I honestly don’t remember.

Krysta: And you wonder why you never have any money.

Whitley: I’m going in on half of it for making foot stuff. If you want to split it three ways we can all write it off on our taxes.

Krysta: Deal

Ladies! If you had to swap your extraordinary trait for one of your friends', whose would it be?

Krysta: If I had to? Muscles. No offense, Whitley.

Whitley: Offense taken.

Krysta: You are too conspicuous.

Whitley: Says the woman with breasts literally the size of gallon jugs.

Alicia: I’d take Whitley’s height. I make all my own clothes anyways. And then I could see EVERYTHING.

Whitley: I’d absolutely take your tits.

Krysta: My breasts would look good on you.

Alicia: I’d love to see your breasts on Whitley.

Krysta: I’d put my breasts on Whitley.

Alicia: Do it! Do it! Do it!

Krysta: Going once. Going twice…

Whitley: Hold on, what’s happening right now?

Krysta: —no deal.

Alicia: Sounds like you just missed your chance.

If you could be a tree what kind of tree would you be?

Krysta: I used to say stone pine, but recently I have been feeling more rowan.

Alicia: Truffula.

Whitley: Pineapple Kush.

Alica, have you seen the movie Love Lies Bleeding? It focuses on a lady bodybuilder and her girlfriend. Really dark but fun romantic thriller.

Alicia: It’s far from the worst cosplay idea I’ve been pitched. Very retro look, and I do love my 80s. I think the real issue is I’m way more buff than the girl in the movie which is totally cool because she looked great and props to that actress for going there. Okay, new life goal: get a movie studio to pay me to work out so I can be in a bodybuilding movie. But a funny one. More like Everything, Anywhere—

Krysta: Everywhere.

Alicia: —All at the Same Time.

Whitley: All at Once.

Alicia: —but with more muscles and less cheerleading.

Krysta: There is no cheerleading in Everything, Everywhere, All at Once.

Whitley: Are you thinking of Heroes?

Alicia: NEVER MIND scratch that I was thinking of Bring It On…which I haven’t seen either. I think I just saw the sequel.

Krysta: How in the hell did you mix up—

Whitley: She was probably thinking of Bring It On: All or Nothing.

Krysta: How many Bring It On’s were there? Whitley: Seven. I watched them all during quarantine. That series really went downhill.

Alicia: But yeah, I haven’t seen Love, Lies, Bleeding. It didn’t look very funny. I liked the part in the trailer where the woman grew out of her clothes, though. I give it a 7/10.

Krysta: I watched it. Not bad.

Whitley: Giantess scene gets a solid eight.

Why are you still living together?

Whitley: Because making money on foot stuff and tall stuff is only lucrative if you can keep your costs down. Also, I never have to cook or do my ridiculous taxes.

Alicia: Cheap rent, I always get to cook, and I manage money worse than Faye Valentine.

Whitley: Also, you’d be getting audited up the *ss if it weren’t for Krysta remembering to do your taxes.

Alicia: Getting audited sounds fun!

Krysta: I own the house. I never have to cook, and I get to prepare three sets of complicated taxes.

Whitley: Girl got her CPA license during quarantine “for fun.”

Alicia: BECAUSE SHE WAS BORED!

Krysta: I would prefer, “thank you.”

Whitley: Thank you.

Alicia: Thank you.

Krysta: You’re welcome.

[ifeelsoemptysometimes]

So last night my roommate told me that she had something to tell me. She looked excited so my response to thos was "oooooh what's up????" And I made a guess as to her and this guy she's chatting up. She said nah and said that it was actually about me. I suddenly felt a little nervous, so much so that I could feel my face growing warm. I asked what ut was and she said that a mutal friend of ours where on a call and that before she could hang up he asked about me! Lol he asked if I was seeing anyone or single. She said that I wasn't seeing anyone, BUT also mentioned that I was aroace. He seemed to sound a little dejected but took it well. He thanked her and they hung up. After she told me things I just kinda sat still, like, what?? Fr?? That's pretty crazy. We haven't really talked much and this Monday was the only real time we've have a full conversation that want just filler or small talk. So it's odd. But it's always odd to me lmao. But I mean, it's juts proves that I'm not what I think I am. And in a way its nice. Well all my friends prove me wrong about myself lol. Anyways at first I was like,,, damn, crazy. Didn't feel anything in particular, still don't really feel anything in particular. If anything I feel bad since nothing will ever happen between us. Thinking about it is definitely weird. Later that night when we were hanging out with other friends, my roommate brought it up again to tell them and they all awwed and ooohed and thought we'd make a cute couple lol they had mentioned how on Monday, I had gave him a ride home to pick some stuff up so that he could bring it to my house, we had been gone for a good while. They said that they would've each other looks, wondering what we were up to but afterwards they said, "is Vea, nothing is happening" 🤣 which is true, he was just showing me his garden and home, plus just chatting about whatever lol nothing happening. But yea. Surprisingly, I do not feel uncomfortable. Usually the thought of someone having feelings for me is really icky. But this just doesn't feel like anything. Idk, he's just a guy that I just met and we get along. Nothing else to it.

At some point throughout tye night and this morning I was thinking, what if I just gave him a chance?? See what happens, how it goes?? And I think of all the cute things but it just feels so wrong. I want it, but not with him (I don't know him very well nor have we known each other for very long) or anyone else. They are not... sans or Donnie. I feel like im so insane for even saying that. Ofc they art gonna be them. They are not real. And that just makes me so sad. And if it's nit them then I don't really want anything with anyone. It just won't happen. I adore them too much. Lol it's so dumb but yea, that's just the way my brain is working