#cloudyangcls

"shit like this never really bothers me, but, i don't know. kind of don't wanna hang around here right now." they hesitated, eyeing the other. "you feel like leaving?"

the holiday season was in full swing, with festive decorations adorning every corner and the air filled with the scent of pine and cinnamon. amidst the merriment, aubrey found themselves facing a dilemma that threatened to dampen the cheerful atmosphere — an impending family gathering. she had always been a private person, preferring to keep the details of their personal life away from the prying eyes and well-intentioned inquiries of relatives. yet, as christmas approached, the pressure to appear with a significant other at the family festivities intensified. the questions about her love life became more persistent, and the idea of spending the holidays as the perennial single cousin weighed heavily on their mind. in a moment of desperation and vulnerability, she reached out to someone they believed could help alleviate the impending social scrutiny. the request was hesitant, veiled in a fragile smile and an attempt at nonchalance. "hey, um, i know this is a bit out of the blue, but i was wondering if you might consider being my fake date for christmas? my family is...- well, they mean well, but they've been on my case about being single for a while now, and i just thought maybe if i showed up with someone, they'd back off a bit. it's just for show, and I totally understand if you're not comfortable with it. i just... - i really don't want to deal with the whole 'still single' interrogation this year. what do you think?" / @cloudyangcls

the room was a confined space that seemed to shrink with every passing day, the walls echoing the tension that simmered between its two occupants. josh, with his unruly mop of hair and a perpetual scowl, shared this limited space with a roommate who seemed to be the living embodiment of all his pet peeves. their interactions were characterized by a series of eye rolls, sarcastic comments, and passive-aggressive notes left on the shared bulletin board. the atmosphere in the room felt like a brewing storm, ready to unleash its pent-up frustration at any moment. The cause of this discord? It was hard to pinpoint, as if their conflicting personalities clashed on every possible level. it wasn't just the mismatched schedules, the late-night disturbances, or the differing opinions on room temperature; there was an undercurrent of something deeper, unspoken, and perhaps, uncomfortable. he refused to acknowledge it, burying any semblance of sentiment under layers of irritation and dismissal. one evening, as they both sat hunched over their respective desks, the tension reached its peak. the homme finally broke the silence, the words escaping his mouth before he could filter them. "do you ever stop being so annoying? or, is this how you're always going about being roommates with someone?'' / @cloudyangcls

"Easy. Beat 'em the fuck up. Or don't do no shit that's gon' get yo' dumb ass cursed by somebody." The words were callous & vaguely unsympathetic — but lucky for Kenzo, the pregnant witch had more than enough experience with curses. "Um, hello? I know the nigga who don't even know what kinda curse he got not in my face tellin' me to fix his shit instead of askin'. Be fuckin' polite!"