richard, on a friday
robbie showed annie some texts he'd exchanged with their mom. she'd asked him if he'd deletd the pictures he took of her yet and he said "of course not, i made it your contact photo when you call me."
mom: oh noooo
him: relax, you look great
mom: well thank u
him: perfect tits, cute bush
mom: i really hadn't trimmed it enough when you saw me, it was a mess, i've since done a better job
him: let me see
mom: lol!
him: take a pic of your bush for me
mom: you're so bad
him: come on, don't be shy
and she'd sent him a photo of herself in the bathroom mirror, in just a bra, smiling, posed just slightly, bush well-displayed. she'd trimmed it down to nearly a shadow, with very defined, angled edges.
him: excellent work, my only note is to take the bra off next time.
annie gave him a blowjob after that. "it's not my birthday or anything," he said, as she wrapped her mouth around him. she was very aware what she was doing -- she had to beat her mom at this.
of course, she already was beating her mom at this, and she'd casually sent robbie dozens of nudes and videos of herself fucking. but it wasn't enough to just win by a margin. she needed to leave her mom in the dust. she got robbie's cum all over her shirt and had to change before work.
ted had asked her out that night but she'd told him she would just come over and fuck him after a work event. the work event was another party richard had invited her to, a fundraiser for a nonprofit. annie wore a short black dress and a white, small pair of panties. no bra. when annie got there, she was surprised to see that richard's daughter was there too. "annie, this is my daughter sophie, this is my therapist annie," he said.
"wow, hot therapist," sophie said, grinning.
"richard has shown me some of your work," annie said. "it's really lovely."
"sophie's in the city for a few weeks as an artist in residence at AIC," richard said.
"impressive," annie said.
"not really," sophie said. "they just kind of hand those grants out. want to get a drink?"
annie was surprised but delighted by how brusque sophie was. she'd expected a wilting little soft-spoken french flower. but she was funny and vulgar and sharp.
"my dad thinks you are so smart," she said to annie. "which i know from a rich white guy sounds condescending but he really means it."
"yeah, he's a very earnest person," annie said.
"it's very sweet. my mom was the bitter acid that balanced him out. now he's fuckin' ted lasso."
"well, it seems like you're the acid now."
"i try but i don't see him much."
"that's hard. i'm close with my dad too. he lives in the suburbs but he's always coming to hang out with me and get away from my mom."
sophie laughed. "i know i have a dead mom so i'm supposed to tell you to appreciate her but my mom was kind of a cunt."
annie laughed.
"you want to do some molly?" sophie asked.
"of course," annie said.
sophie pulled her into the bathroom.
"last time i let someone pull me into the bathroom around your dad, she took a picture of my tits and showed it to him."
"very professional," sophie said, putting a pill in annie's mouth. "don't worry, if i take pictures of you i won't show my dad."
"i'm not sure i minded, honestly," annie said.
"of course you didn't," sophie said.
the night was buzzy, blurry fun. sophie often circulated away from annie, and annie made wide-eyed small talk with other people, but was always grateful when she returned. richard was mostly busy with others but winked at them a lot.
claire was texting annie, and at one point sophie caught sight of a nude claire had sent.
"i definitely didn't clock you as queer but i think france has fucked up my gaydar," sophie said. "no one is fucking gay over there. which you wouldn't think would be the case!"
"i don't know if i am, i just... i met this girl the other week and we impulsively fucked and i think it made us both question..."
"wow, the pussy was that good huh?" sophie said. "can i have her number? i haven't been properly eaten out in like a year."
"i'll give you her number, yeah."
annie texted claire. "i'm kind of busy tonight but do you want to fuck my friend?"
"female?" claire replied.
"yeah, female, very hot, kind of high right now..."
"yes" claire said. "my boyfriend is visiting home for the weekend. yes."
annie gave sophie claire address and put her in an uber. she went back to the party to said goodnight to richard.
"where did sophie go?"
"uh, i kind of got her laid?" annie said. "sent her to a female friend's place who was kind of in the mood."
"well, you two are already fast friends, huh?" he laughed. "have a great night, i'll see you on monday!"
annie took an uber to ted's place. he'd taken a pill, and they fucked hard on the couch, annie's dress still on, panties pulled aside. annie came three times on his cock, and ted finished twice inside her. annie was a mess, and took a long shower after. when she got out, she had texts from claire -- pictures of sophie nude in her bed. annie was surprised to see that sophie was fully shaved.
surprisingly, it came up in therapy on monday. richard was remarking on how nice it was to have sophie stateside for a while, living at his apartment, and the intimacy of that. he told annie that he'd sat in the bathroom and chatted with sophie as she shaved her bush in the bath.
"why?" annie asked. "it was such a great bush!"
richard laughed. "you know, I think it's a when in rome kind of thing. the bush makes sense in france. not as common here. i mean i don't want to speak for all women. she said your friend was shaved."
"she was?" annie said. "surprising. she was not when we hooked up a week ago." she laughed at herself disclosing this kind of thing in front of richard so readily, so eagerly. "maybe i inspired her."
richard smiled.
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Yo! I really love your apocalypse yuu writings I keep coming back to see if it has updated.
I read the Lilia finds out part and when I read the "Epel gave Yuu an apple and he didn't know what it was" it got me thinking about it all night.
How would the first years react to Yuu not eating anything at all(probably other than bread) because he doesn't know what those foods are?
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FEM ALIGNED DNI
Yuus pronouns are he/him, although they're mentioned briefly
This is barely proofread so please excuse the grammar mistakes.
Featuring: Epel, Ace, Duece, Jack, and sebek (there is implied lilia at the very end but it is literally one sentence)
Warnings: Talks of starvation, Yuu's illness, and survivers guilt, so skip this if you're uncomfortable with any of that.
Also I know it's been over a month. I have no excuse. I just didn't feel like it. But I have been teaching myself how to draw so I can be a bigger simp to Jamil so that's fun ig.
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Damn bro, you really don't know shit huh?
Epel was excited, to say the least.
I mean, could you really blame him? It's not everyday that you get a big ol' crate full of the apples that you were raised with.
By all means, epel should've been long sick of eating apples. Having them almost everyday for majority of his life, dried and dehydrated in the winter, and fresh and juicy in the spring and summer.
But no, no epel felmeir loves those apples. Every single one he ate seemed to effortlessly send him back to the simpler times of his childhood. Where he would send hours upon hours avoiding his siblings and playing games with his cousins in the orchards and taking naps in the sun while he waited for his meemaws infamous apple pies to finish baking. And meemaw would almost always let him have the first slice! Of the ones she wasn't going to sell at least.
He really missed her...
He'd have to ask her to bake him another one this winter.
But just getting to read the letter she had wrote, along with his parents and one of the towns kids that always followed him around like a lost baby duck, put a smile on his face.
Yeah. He'd get to see them soon, and once he graduates, he can get them more money, and be strong enough to protect them if it ever came to that.
Unfortunately, as great as his parents apples were, they couldn't fight the natural forces of time.
Dear sevens- they'd sent him nearly three dozen apples! All high quality too... it shouldn't effect sales too much. The orchards were big, and his parents would rather give up that expensive family heir loom necklace that his mother always wore than start selling spoiled apples.
But still, epel couldn't possibly eat thirty-six apples before they all started to rot. Plus, he didn't know how long they took to ship to the isle of sages, so that cut the time frame even shorter.
.....Does Jack like apples?
Should he even be considering giving Jack an apple to begin with? Their relationship was pretty vague. We're they actually friends or just study buddies?
Study buddies can give eachother gifts too right? And plus, it's food, not a 24 carrot gold ring or something crazy like that.
It should be fine. Maybe he'll give one to ace too. They were friends. Surely.
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Ace trappola would say he was a good friend. I mean, he wasn't the best by any means, but he was decent.
Yeah, he could be kind of a dick. But who isn't at this point, honestly, even deuce, even cater had their moments.
But he was still someone the people in his life could go to for things, usually physically, tangible this like food or an extra ball or something, but he wasn't completely useless when it came to emotions either.
You could come to him if something was bothering you. He probably won't help you actually fix it but he can at least make you laugh.
So why didn't you want to laugh?
You had taken your mask off a few weeks ago. And like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on him he realized it was the first time he ever saw you eat any food here at all.
Were you eating at all before then? What about water?
Thank the seven you were only here for around a week. But surely, you were dehydrated.
(You were definitely dehydrated. Deuce gave you a water bottle and you chugged it like it was your only chance at life. Which, to be fair, it probably was your only chance at life.)
Ace didn't know what your life was like before.
Ace didn't want to know either.
He didn't do well with heavy topics, always changing the subject when one came up unless he was personally involved in some way.
Other people life didn't concern him, and that was something he lived by.
...but still.
This was going a bit too far, don't you think?
Ace shot a look to deuce, clear concern instead of the regular teasing, which caught his roomates attention faster than he thought it would.
Ok. So deuce had noticed too.
Just goes to show how obvious it was that something is very wrong here.
Now, because ace had never asked, and he probably never will, he didn't know what your relationship with food was like before you came here. But. It couldn't have been this right?
A person couldn't only survive on some bread and room temperature water, right?
You sat across from him at your guy's unofficial table in the cafeteria, drinking the water at a moderate pace, as you didn't want to deal with another scolding from a certain housewarden, doing your best to keep a careful eye on grim as he went to go get his food from the lunch line.
And thank the seven for that, really. If grim turned back and saw that you weren't watching him for even a second, who knows that kind of ruckus would result?
But all that aside, you were still scarily underweight. Seriously perfect, how were you even alive?
Ace looked at deuce again. Deuce looked back.
He sighed.
Ace never, ever thought he would do something like this.
But for sevens sake, you were one of his best friends. And Ace will be damned if he just let you do this to yourself.
So with a deep breathe, he looked at you, and then turned back to what he was pretty sure was an ex-gang member, and nodded.
And for once, deuce understood.
They had to do something.
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.
You reminded Deuce Spade of that stray cat that his mother would always feed when he was a child.
Underweight, scared, scarred, and confused.
Always having an air if caution and paranoia, ready to react, as if anything could just jump out and grab you at any time.
But you weren't a cat, were you?
No. You were a person. Someone his age, maybe younger, that had obviously seen horrors he couldn't even understand. Which just made this whole situation even sadder.
Because if you lived like this, then what the hell was stopping him? What about his mother? What was stopping her from having the same fate?
Duece ignored the memories of his mother giving him food and taking none for herself, saying she wasn't hungry.
But he couldn't quite ignore them, nor could he ignore the pit in his stomach whenever he looked at you.
...Listen perfect, he doesn't know what you went through to be like this, but he knows damn well this isn't normal.
It can't be normal. Hiding this much food underneath your floorboards couldn't ever be normal.
The two of you were just hanging out in your room in Ramshakle. Grim was in the lounge, he was sure, and you had stared off into space before asking the date.
When he told you, you had a look of slight panic as you ripped the rug off from its place on the floor, and started pulling apart the boards.
And what for?
The reveal of a large stash of food, mostly non-perishables, but a few snacks here and there too.
Snacks that were about to expire, apparently.
You turned to look back at him, a sheepish look on your face, and what looked like a bag if chips in your hand.
Deuce didn't know what face he was making.
He just knew it wasn't one he'd want you to see
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If someone were to ask Jack howl if he was your friend. He wouldn't know to to say.
I mean yeah, you helped save his entire dorms ass way back when, yeah, you and him absolutely went throught it during azuls little "episode", and yeah, the two of you had plenty of mutual friends.
But we're the two of you friends?
Jack wasn't sure.
Because by all accounts, you should be.
It didn't change the fact that you weren't. Not really. Not by his definition and not by yours.
So what were you?
Well, you weren't friends. That was already established. And you were too close to be acquaintances (he didn't think acquaintance fell asleep on each other in the botanical gardens, only to wake up five minutes till curfew and just haul ass back to their respective dorms with smiles on their faces), so...what did that leave?
Well... I guess it left this.
"Eat it"
"....huh?"
Jack didn't know you that well. But that didn't mean he couldn't see..this happening. And it definitely didn't mean he didn't care.
So here he was. Holding a pastrami sandwich about an inch away from your face, silently begging you to just shut up and eat it.
Come on perfect, he bought this with his own money. Just humor him, please.
You eyed the sandwich like it was the most untrustworthy thing you'd ever seen. Jack's not going to lie, it kind of hurt.
But it wouldn't matter if you ate it, so he sucked it up.
...at least he would if you'd actually take the fucking sandwich.
Seriously, it was starting to tick him off.
Jack briefly considered just varying off and giving the sandwich to ruggie or something, or just eating it himself. He wasn't the biggest fan of pastrami but who knows, maybe the school made it better.
Honestly, he probably would have done just that if the image if you leaning against the wall looking ready to pass out from, what he knew, was malnutrition.
The event itself actually happened around two weeks ago, give or take. Jack thinks the only real reason he remembers it so well is because, well, it was the moment.
The defining moment, the moment where it just clicked that something was very wrong here.
He already knew that of course, I mean, look at you.
But as it turns out, watching someone actively starve to death in front of you will keep you up at night.
His mind turned to ruggie for a split second, before forcibly shoving that thought down where all the other thoughts he didn't want to think about were.
Like that time when he was a kid with a crush on Vil....yeah, Jack's happy he got o er that one to say the least. Nothing against Vil, he's a great friend and all (they were friends right?), but them in a relationship? Yeah. No. Not happening. No thankyou.
...yeah.
Jack mentally slapped hi.self and proceeded to shove his weird thoughts down yet again and refocus on getting his not-quite-friend to eat.
You were leaning back a lot farther than you were a second ago, if you did that anymore you'd probably just end up on the ground.
...jack sighed. This was going to take a while wasn't it?
By the end of the lunch period, you had come to a compromise, jack you slip the sandwich with you and take the other half for himself.
You ended up splitting your half with grim, who reluctantly took it. You had actually eaten yours too!...after you took the while thing apart and inspected and obsessed over it like how he'd seen Rook do to his housewardens that one time!
But still, it was something.
It was a start. And that's really all he could ask for at this point.
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Sebek didn't notice anything about you at first. And he didn't particularly care much either. He was a guard for sevens sake! He had a deep responsibility!
He had a crown prince, that he oh so admired, to protect! Not to mention silver, who he had to wake up at every given turn, and not to mention Lilia, who had recently been going harder on their training sessions.
So to waste his time with a human? With a weak little human that didn't even come close to his current list if priorities?
That's time he simply did not have!
...So why was he here?
He was supposed to be looking for his charge. His charge, who always seemed to wind up around the old, abandoned Ramshakle building and just dissappear in the nick of time.
It had been happening more and more lately, especially since that new perfect moved in.
He would be lying if he said he cared too much about him. Again, he didn't have time to be curious about some strange human boy with some strange past.
But still, he couldn't quite contain the way he jumped back when he'd first seen them.
Whoever he was, he looked so...sick.
...he didn't have time for this.
Turning back on his heel, he refocused his mind on finding his lord again, and quickl- wait- silver. Oh great sevens. Silver wake up!
Ok. Sebek really didn't have time for this.
...and yet.
Here he was, standing next to you, arms out ready to catch you at a moments notice if you really were going to collapse like he thought you were.
He hadn't been this close to you before.
And now he could see that you weren't just sick.
Great seven, you looked like you were dying...
Sebek zigbolt had always known humans were weak, fragile creatures. Never able to even light a candle next to faeries. Never able to light a candle next to him, and certainly not his young master.
But this was just pushing it.
Sebek was stronger than his human counterparts. He would long outlive them. He thought of silver for the shortest second and then quickly pushed that thought to the side. This was not the time. Buteven with those facts, sebek still knew that humans weren't made of fine glass. Even if the people in his homeland liked to act like it, Sebek still knew that humanity wasn't completely hopeless.
One strong gust of wind wouldn't knock them over.
One missed meal wasn't enough to do detrimental damage to their health.
Pulling one all nighter would barely put a dent in their day to day lives, aside from the obvious fatigue and.
But with you?
With you? Alwats looking like you could kneel over and die then and there on the classroom floor?
...
Sebek want so sure anymore.
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Epel had eaten more apples than any normal person should ever be able to eat.
Sevens help him, his stomach.
Despite the waves of pain that shit through him every now and then, epel wasn't mad.
Yeah, maybe eating a whole eight apples in the span of two hours wasn't his smartest idea, but the sweet nostalgia that seemed to wash over him and warm his very soul? Yeah no, it was worth it.
So no. Epel felmeir wasn't mad.
And laying in a bed that was much too soft for his taste, a direct contrast from the slightly itchy blankets and the hard mattresses back home, epel glance over to the almost empty crate of apples that were sitting just under his work desk.
...As much as Epel wanted to eat them, he wanted to do this even more.
Epel sat up, ignoring his stomach pain the best he could, and began a mental list of all the people he knew. And then a silent debate over who deserved his families apples in the first place.
Ok. First up Ace.
Epel would say they were friends. Not close friends by any means, but friends nonetheless.
Epel could give him one.
Next was Jack.
...In all honesty, epel didn't know. We're they friends, or just simply homework buddies that occasionally hung out?
...he could spare one for Jack, maybe they'd be friends then if they weren't already.
Duece.
Yes. Just- just yes. That day on the beach had changed their relationship forever. Duece was like a brother to him at this point.
He was goddamn getting an apple.
Epel chuckled a little at the realization that he was treating this like one of those elimination gameshows his meemaw liked.
Ok...he had two apples left after that.
Sebek wasn't really his friend was he? He certainly didn't make it seem like he was. If anything, Sebek was trying his damnedest to make them all belive the exact opposite, really.
....maybe he should just give the apple to Rook.
Or Vil.
Maybe.
Ok. He has one apple left.
The two of you weren't really friends. But you were friendly. If nothing else, you had been nothing but kind to him so far.
And plus, you looked uh. Half dead. To put it nicely.
And so, with a smile on his face, epel took out the crate of apples and began placing them on a bag that would make them easier to carry around tomorrow.
He couldn't wait.
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It's funny how your whole life can change in a single moment, especially when you don't even know what that moment was.
Why were you here? Where is here anyway? Surely, magic didn't exist right?
The air wasn't always this clean right?
Water wasn't readily available at the turn of a handle right?
People didnt...people werent...weren't....
Heh. Heheha.
Why.
Why were you here?
Why were you here?
Why you and not one of the kids? What the hell have you ever done but use up medical supplies in a fruitless effort to keep you alive.
Why was this world so...pretty. happy. Clean.
Why this world and not your own? What had this world ever done to deserve this luxury of life.
...What had yours?
What had you?
Out of all the base commanders, the medics, the farmers, or children, or any of the other apprentice kids that you sometimes had to work with.
You were here. And they were still trapped inside of that hell.
...You didn't deserve this.
You died. You were on that beach and you died.
You woke up in a coffin, but something told you this wasn't the afterlife.
That something being the blood that you coughed up the other day.
It wasn't from internal bleeding, you k ew that much. Rather, it was from you coughing so hard that something in your throat had ripped.
It really didn't matter. You had spent nearly half an hour in a panic, choking and trying to unclog your airways, while grim and the ghosts you had come to somewhat love, stood behind you, offering what little comfort they could.
It wasn't the first time this happened after all.
You were still bedridden for a good two days after that. Thank God for the weekend.
Time passed in a blur while you were like that. It always did, mostly because you were asleep ninety percent of the time. The other twn being dedicated to medicine and a vain attempt to get food you knew you couldn't stomach to stay down.
So no. This wasn't the afterlife.
It was just a beautiful second chance that you didn't deserve.
It was so confusing.
And this was so confusing.
What..is this weird red thing being handed to you?
Epel looked at you with a hopeful expression on his face. It reminded you of the little girl you used to look after...
You take the..thing.
Glancing over to your right, you watch Ace take a large bite out of it with a smile on his face.
Ok. So not poisonous. Good to know.
You saw Duece do the same thing.
You felt Jack staring at you, but you didn't dare look at him.
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