#Banana soda ew

[kittarts]

Here you go.

Oh you're kidding,,, I need these so badly omg.

[writtenicarus]

AFTG Headcanon Series [1] Andrew

hi everybody! a new series im doing which is basically complying loads of random headcanons on characters! this first part is Andrew!

part 1, part 2

Andrew's favourite colour is green. Not necessarily grass green, or even sage green, but a deep darker green. Kind of like the colour of leaves deep in the forest. The colour is calming, and he often finds himself leaning towards the colour in various different items - jumpers, mugs etc

He hates bananas. Don't ask me to expand, he just hates the texture and the peeling and the skin and the way they look bruised

Andrew has a really bad habit of picking at his cuticles and nails, it's so bad that he buys that disgusting tasting solution thing to put on his nails so he stops

When Neil becomes closer with Jean, Andrew inevitably finds himself speaking to him more as well. And when he finds out that Jean has gone through the same abuse he has, he finds himself silently relating and trusting Jean much more than before. It's both comforting and irritating.

On bad days, when they have the cats, Andrew is calmed by the light weight of Sir or King on his chest, and often strokes their fur when he can feel himself slipping away

He grows to like Katelyn. Not necessarily appreciate her or think about her when it is not 100% needed, but when he does find himself in her company, he respects her more than he ever expected to

When Nicky finally leaves for Germany permanently, Andrew Skype's him every Monday and Friday - it's hard with timezones but they make it work. Andrew will tell him how much he actually appreciates it at some point.

He has two tattoos. Medusa on his right arm, just below his shoulder, and a small '10' directly above his heart

He absolutely ADORES Chinese takeout. Literally anything from there he will just about inhale

Andrew has a habit of doodling on his hands!!!!! When he's bored in class he'll draw little random things whether it be patterns, keys or smoke. Sometimes, shamefully even, a little fox

Andrew doesn't immediately become 'fixed' when he and Neil start their relationship and nor does his recovery speed up. But the one time during his stay at Palmetto he nearly cries, is when Cass tries to approach him after his and Aaron's trial and Bee is the one to stand in her way

There are very few times Andrew is okay with being touched by someone who isn't Neil. However, Andrew can admit (at least, to himself) that occasionally when he does need it, he goes to Nicky for hugs

He loves to read!! But he has to use reading glasses. Neil squeals every time he puts them on

ANDREW. BLUSHES. EASILY.

Andrew loves crystals. It's not that he believes in anything different types are said to help with or do, but he likes reaching into his pocket and feeling their smooth weight

He also likes the way they look on bracelets and has a rose quartz one <3

Andrew in pink I'm sorry but like a pink oversized sweater that was originally Neil's? Crying.

I know it's set in a time period where it doesn't exist yet, but can you imagine Andrew with unlimited access to Disney+ ? He would adore it

Instant noodle lover

Personally I think he would hate fizzy drinks? Like any type of soda. EW no. Maybe this me projecting a little

HIS FAVOURITE FRUIT IS CHERRIES HE COULD EAT A WHOLE BOX AT A TIME

Allergic to peanuts, as is Aaron ofc

When Andrew experiences his first year pro, he also experiences his first year alone in a while. No family around to annoy and protect, no Neil to talk to. It was sad, and for a while he found himself extremely lonely. But eventually, he learns to express these feelings and Neil helps as much as he can

Never gets over his fear of flying

He smiles. Eventually.

[grunkle-no-more-colombian-nights]

No More Colombian Nights - XVI

 

The afternoon had begun to bleed into early evening as Honey waited on the back porch of the Pine's abode with Wendy a few steps behind. The two sets of twins had only been here about a couple weeks, and she had spent almost half of that in their home, something not lost on her as she knocked on the door. Mable had invited her to a spa sleepover night for all the girls, and although she hadn't intended to say yes, Wendy had somehow pushed her decision. Now she stood nervously with her bag, a pillow, and a blanket, dressed in some sweatpants and a tank top, as Mable popped open the door to the two. Her face lit up as she welcomed the two into the house, stepping aside to reveal Candy, Grenda, and Pacifica were already waiting for them.

 

"Welcome, ladies, to our sleep over night!" She smiled widely as she presented the room with a grand sweeping gesture. Pacifica looked uncomfortable as Grenda grilled her on her skin routine, Candy messing with the TV as the static crackled loudly through the room. Snacks and soda were piled on the table in the kitchen, but none of the boys were anywhere to be seen. She smirked, knowing Stan was probably hovering nearby but had most likely not been permitted to hang around the sleepover. Wendy plopped onto the yellow chair after grabbing a pitt soda, cracking it open, and taking a deep swig before letting out a room-shaking belch. All the kids but Pacifica gave an excited whoop, laughing loudly as Candy managed to get on some b-list horror movie.

 

"Movie's on! Now time for beauty masks!" Candy yelled as Mable brought out a big bowl of some sort of green goop and cut up cucumber on a plate.

 

“Ew! You expect me to put that on my face?” Pacifica cried, looking pained as Candy started to slather Grenda’s face in the mystery substance. Wendy also made a face but allowed Mable to take her hat off and pull her hair back, ready to be covered in the same way. Honey allowed the same, pulling back her own mass of hair into a scrunchie as she leaned down to let Mable slather her own face liberally. It was cold, thick, and gritty as she spread it under her eyes and over her forehead, making her grimace.

“Mable, what is this made of?” Honey asked apprehensively as it settled on her skin. Something about the texture was odd.

 

“Oh, avocado, some banana, yogurt, sand from the lake, some of the seaweed stuff that ends up on the beach there..." Mable tapped her chin as she thought about all the ingredients she had placed into the homemade goop.

 

“Yeah, you’re definitely not going to put that on my face.” Pacifica intoned flatly, refusing Grenda’s attempt to cover her face.

 

“That’s ok, you just won’t match the complexions of us beautiful ladies,” Candy warned, batting her eyes at the unamused girl.

 

“I think I’ll manage." She sneered slightly as Mable began to try and smooth it over. It was clear Pacifica was not a normal participant in these events Mable held. She had to agree with Pacifica to some degree though, and if it weren’t for the fact that she spent so much time in that water already, she would probably not want to have it on her face either. She knew too much about what was in that water and on that beach.

 

“Soooo ladies, I was thinking we play a game!” Mable grinned, her own green face caked in her homemade mask. Honey listened intently as the green faces, minus one, gathered close together to receive instruction. “We’re gonna start with never have I ever. Everyone starts with all ten fingers up, like this.” She demonstrated, holding both hands up in front of her, all ten fingers pointed up to the ceiling. All the girls followed suit, holding up their hands in front of them in a circle. Wendy and Honey smirked at each other, knowing they would probably be out quickly, having years and decades on the rest of the group. Nonetheless, it was still fun to be included by this imaginative young teen. Mable was so precocious and welcoming, it was hard not to be up for whatever she had planned. Grenda was the first to speak up.

 

“I’ll start! Never have I ever skinny dipped.” Candy and Mable gasped, keeping their fingers up, Pacifica rolling her eyes but also keeping her finger up. Wendy and Honey’s eyes locked uncomfortably as they both lowered a finger. This was unexpected. The three girls squealed simultaneously, Pacifica not quite as vocally shocked, but her eyes widened as the two older began to wonder if they should be participating or supervising at this point.

 

“Not fair, dudes; we’re both older. We’re gonna lose like, right away.” Wendy was trying to dissuade from the conversation that was clearly about to happen.

 

“Dish girl, when have you been skinny-dipping?” Grenda pushed, Honey snickering at her cousin being so put on the spot. She felt well acquainted with Wendy’s troublemaking spirit, feeding her tips on her ongoing mischief. Honey had spent more than her fair share of using those tips to survive decades. It felt like a duty to pass those same things on to her own blood. Wendy was the only other surviving female of her family, and although she wasn’t born of the water, she still craved the connection, no matter how distant. It had been kindred from the start, and even though age well separated them, trouble clearly ran deep in their genes.

 

“Kids, let’s go to the next question.” Honey chided gently, attempting to move it to a more appropriate discussion. She could see the silent thank you in Wendy’s eyes as Pacifica picked it up from there.

 

“I’ll go. Never have I ever rode on a public bus.” All the girls groaned at the spoiled girl, putting down a finger.

 

“Never?” Candy asked, genuinely intrigued by Pacifica’s wildly different life. Honey watched as the three tried to integrate this one who seemed to be nothing but mean to them, tiny good hearts trying to warm to one who had hers shielded deeply. It was sweet to watch as they tried to bridge the gap the last summer had left between all of them. A low humming noise began to distract her, buzzing consistently in her ear in a way that was near disorienting. Honey stood, deciding to move to the kitchen for a moment to try and collect herself from the sudden disruption. No one else seemed affected as Honey’s head began to swim, her mouth going dry. She took a deep breath, supporting herself against the wall as Wendy rounded the corner. Her eyes instantly read with concern at her cousin's shaky state.

 

“Hey dude, are you ok?” Wendy was by her side, patting her gently on the back as the buzzing cut suddenly, clarity returning to her as she regained composure.

 

“Yeah, thanks, hun. I think I need to go get some fresh air quick. Just keep the kids entertained. I’ll be back shortly.” Wendy was sensitive to all sickness, something she heavily suspected had to do with the trauma of her mom. Honey’s heart hurt to see the kind of heaviness that sat behind her cousin's eyes. She too had known grief too young. Losing a mother in front of you was a different kind of loss they both sat quietly with.

 

“You sure? I can come out with you. Honey cut her off gently.

 

“No, hang out with them for a bit. I’ll be right back. I promise.” She smiled reassuringly at her, trying to assuage any concerns Wendy held. It seemed to work as Wendy smiled gently back, getting a little smirk as Honey started to move to the opposite door of the shack.

 

“Hey, don’t ditch me for that old guy!” She called over her shoulder, half joking. Honey rolled her eyes, knowing he probably would have already intruded normally. Something was going on; he rarely respected anyone’s wishes. Which probably meant he had a hand in whatever outcome he was looking for in her being involved in a sleepover with kids. But she doubted he had anything to do with the subsonic waves that just assaulted her sensitive hearing. She took another deep breath, steeling herself to destroy whatever or whoever was targeting her outside.

 

Closing the door quietly behind her, Honey took a deep breath of the mild night, crickets and frogs making a racket in the woods around her. Some rustling caught her attention, drawing her around the house. Slinking in the shadows of the shack, the rustling got louder, making it easier to pin point. Someone was hiding in the bushes near the back porch they had entered not even an hour earlier. Anger flared through her, ready to fight whatever agent had dared to follow her here to this home. She launched herself at the noise, making full body contact with a man as they both met the ground. A familiar voice grunted loudly as she grappled a bulky form in a black turtleneck and full-body jacket.

 

“Ford?” Honey gasped, quick to release him, all of her senses firing as his familiar scent flooded her, his unfamiliar body not recognized as she had made contact with him. Although he and his brother could easily pass for each other to an untrained eye, her instinctual memorization of people and her familiarity with Stan made it impossible to not know who was who. “What the hell are you doing?” She panted, the adrenaline escaping her as she watched him pick himself up and dust himself off. He jumped slightly when he saw her, her completely green face a shock, she was sure.

 

"Just taking some readings of the surrounding area.” Ford offered as an answer. She eyeballed the strange-looking device she had knocked out of his grip as she took him down to the ground.

“What are subsonic readings going to tell you about your house?” Honey asked, mild distress tinging her voice. She couldn’t take it all night. It was like a literal dog whistle, shaking every thing she had in her, like an eggbeater to the brain.

 

“I’m surprised you’re familiar with the technology.” He stated with incredulity. It felt like a jab. Defiant to his doubt, she crossed her arms across her chest, feeling heat meet her covered face. Pursing her lips slightly, her cordial attitude dropped, not entertained with his perceived condescending tone.

 

“Do you think everyone else but you is stupid? I’m genuinely curious.” It had a little more venom than she intended, leaving him sputtering as he responded.

 

“No! That is not what I meant.” He locked eyes with her, and although he was definitely bigger than her, she was not one to back down. This took her off guard though, expecting his condescension came from her appearance and nothing else. He continued, trying to smooth over her ruffled feathers. “I just meant, I don’t expect most people to eye one of my inventions and be able to name it so efficiently.” She tried to play it cool, knowing she had slipped up. He was right though—what normal person could name a subsonic radar, especially a homemade version at that? She chewed her lip as she decided the best way to respond.

 

“You know, we can just have normal conversations if you want. I will just answer whatever questions you have about me.”

 

“How do you know so much about the sciences I have been researching for the last year? You seem too young to have such a wide array of background knowledge for this specialized study.” Ford cocked an eyebrow at her, his arms crossed defensively as he leveled with her.

 

“Same as you, I suspect, voracious for knowledge.” She lied, attempting to relate and calm his clearly growing suspicions of her. “I’m an avid anomaly hunter.” Another lie. She just happened to talk to them often, being one herself. His eyes widened a bit.

 

“I knew you were trying to get into my research!” He accused, pointing at her with triumph and accusation. Out of what seemed like nowhere, Dipper also appeared, near reenacting his great uncle's gesture as he stumbled into the situation.

 

“That’s why you’re so interested in my other Grunkle! You’re trying to snag family secrets!” Honey grimaced at that implication.

 

“I just like Stan. I have no interest in your research.” She stated bluntly, shaking her head at their clear misrepresentation of her. “Can you really not believe I just enjoy his company?” She huffed, unwilling to engage further with this moment, her skin starting to itch from the dried face mask that was beginning to flake off her face. “Listen, I do actually enjoy being around him. Take that how you will. I have a sleepover to attend.” With that, she turned, leaving the two Pines men on the lawn as she reentered the party. She would just have to hope she interrupted Ford enough to not blast her poor senses with that radar again tonight. The girls had moved on to doing makeovers, Mable taking her time as she heavily blushed Candy’s cheeks. The poor girl looked a bit clownish in the heavy handed makeup over her pale skin.

 

“Hey, welcome back.” Wendy called out, watching Mable’s artist hand from the chair. Honey smiled casually as she stood in the doorway.

 

"Thanks; I need to wash this stuff off my face, and then I’ll be back. Mable, can I do your makeup?” Mable smiled widely, looking ready to jump out of her night sky-themed sweater.

 

“Uhm, is there a better word than ABSOLUTELY?” She squealed. Honey giggled at her consistent, intense enthusiasm. It was a delight to interact with her. Mable didn’t push it like the other two, seeming to genuinely enjoy being around her too. It was nice and, much like with Wendy, felt kindred in some way. Honey moved to the closest bathroom on the bottom floor, deciding not to test her luck going upstairs and risk running into the final Pine’s that existed in the house. If she ran into him, she wasn’t sure she would make it back to the party. She closed the door of the bathroom, running warm water into the sink as she attempted to scrub the green muck that had solidified to her skin. A knock at the door made her jump.

 

“Hold on a moment.” She called, wiping her face with a towel before moving to open it. With the towel still drying her eyes, two hands gripped her waist, spooking her before it was obvious who was hoisting her back into the room. The door closed loudly behind them, Stan’s possessive fingers digging into her plush skin as he picked her up, turning to press her up against it, smirking at her startled gasp. She dropped the towel to the floor, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned her against the solid wood, kissing her chest and neck hungrily.

 

“Welcome back, doll.” His husky voice purred into her ear, a shiver running down her spine as he nibbled the skin on her neck. She couldn’t help herself, letting her hands run through his hair before she let her fingers rest on his shoulders as she let a little moan escape her.

 

“I was starting to think Ford kicked you out for the night.” Honey teased, giggling softly as she toyed with his chain. She hesitated to fall into him further, prompting him to finally tear his mouth away from her bared skin and look at her. “I was warned specifically not to ditch.” She bit her lip at the immediate disappointment that met his deep whiskey colored eyes, her heart dropping as he snorted, slowly lowering her to the floor again.

 

“That’s no fun.” He grumbled, tucking hair behind her ear before settling his gaze on her face. “You sure I can’t steal you? Stealin’ is one of my specialties.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her, placing one hand behind her head against the door so there was little space between them as he faced her. Her breath caught in her throat as he pressed further into her, resting his other hand on her waist and pulling her in close so not an inch separated their hips. She bit her lip, fighting internally with herself. She wanted to relent; let him whisk her away to his room again and let him pour every ounce of passion he had into her. But she also knew it was obvious, and possibly not as easily forgiven if Wendy was actually annoyed with her for it. Honey reached her hand up to rest on his cheek, letting her thumb caress gently.

 

“Find me later, when everyone is asleep." She could see the mischievous spark that played across his face, clearly down to sneak around later.

 

“Of course, I’ll sneak ya out of there in the dead of night.” Stan winked at her, kissing her forehead before moving to open the door and let her out of the bathroom. Honey spilled out into the hall, Stan closing the door behind her as she almost ran straight into Soos.

 

“Oh, hey dude! You having fun with the girls tonight? I was hanging out with Stan, and he disappeared. I was in the middle of explaining my newest manga to him.” Honey stood straighter than she meant to, forcing an awkward laugh as she started to back down the hallway in measured small steps backward.

 

“Uh, yeah! Gotta get back and do some makeup!” She turned quickly to move back to the living room, hearing Soos enter the bathroom as she rounded the corner and Stan yell not even a second later. Mable’s face glowed in anticipation as she saw Honey come back, sitting poised as she waited for her to take her place in front of her.

 

“Are you ready?” Honey asked, smiling softly as she grabbed her makeup out of her bag. “I’m gonna glam you out, sister.” She said as she started with her first steps of a full face, getting a base down, and then starting in on some eyeshadow as the other girls gathered, ooohing and ahhing as Honey worked. Mable was more still for this than she had ever seen the girl in the last couple of weeks, not flinching or shifting as her face transformed. Once Honey was done, the young girl looked almost a couple years older, her round face betraying her age under the makeup, though.

 

“Whoa, can I be next?” Pacifica asked, staring at Mable, who had started squealing after picking up a mirror. The other two young girls also began to clammer for their own makeovers.

 

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” Wendy asked, sounding mildly impressed with her skill.

 

“I got really good at it when I used to be a...dancer." She covered, distracted mildly as she started on Pacifica’s face. “Do you want to learn?” Wendy looked unsure, scoffing as she waved it off at first.

 

“I don’t know if I’m that kind of girl." Honey cocked her head, keeping her eyes on Pacifica while she regarded her cousin's words.

 

“What kind of girl?” She asked gently. Wendy shifted uncomfortably, rubbing her arm as she shrugged.

 

“I dunno, dude. Like a girly girl, ya know?” Honey pursed her lips to the side as she blended out the eyeshadow on Pacifica’s face.

 

“Have you ever tried it?” Another gentle question. In the time she had spent with Wendy over the winter, she realized the girl’s confidence only faltered when it came to feminine aspects of life. Surrounded by only boys, she fell naturally into the role, often beating any man at his own game.

 

“You’re perfect just as you are, love. But do not believe that makeup is only for girly girls. It’s just fun, like painting. You can make your face anything you want it to be. Anyone can wear it.” She spoke with love to her young cousin, only wishing her to be open to new things, even if they made her a little uncomfortable at first. “Aaand done.” She said, putting one last puff of powder onto Pacifica’s nose. Her reaction was softer than Mable’s, but still full of awe as she looked at herself in the mirror.

 

“This is better than my old pageant stylist. If I still did them, she would be fired.” She said to no one in particular as she looked over every inch of her new face. Honey smiled, shooing her for the next girl, happy to be connecting with them all as the night carried on, contemplating the conversation that would need to happen.

 

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Stan paced in his makeshift room, watching the clock ticking into the early morning. Things had finally quieted down the hour before, and he had been counting the minutes since he had heard the last voice. Now impatient, he slipped out the door and down the hall, tiptoeing as best he could as he peeked down into the living room. All the kids were scattered around the room, sleeping soundly in various uncomfortable-looking positions. He took each step carefully, trying to avoid the squeaking steps as he made his way down, clicking off the TV when he finally made it to the floor. Panning the room, four little bodies were strewn across the room under blankets. Wendy was curled up in the chair, dead asleep as well.

 

He smiled at his small niece curled up in front of the TV, her pet pig curled up next to her. He was sure she had gotten some good information. In the meantime, Honey wanted to meet up with him, and that had to mean something good, right? Now he just had to find her. Stan moved to the back door, opening it slowly to scan the porch. He could hear her before he saw her, a light melancholic melody lilting through the air. It was an old love song from his high school days. It made him cringe when he started to remember those awkward memories.

 

“And the first time ever I kissed your mouth

I felt the earth move in my hand

Like the trembling heart of a captive bird

That was there at my command, my love”

 

The tune made him shudder, familiar in the way a dream was—illusive and otherworldly, but living deep inside you regardless. She was passionate but deathly quiet as she kept her volume low, making the song seem almost omnipresent in his ears as he looked for her. As he stepped out onto the old wood of the porch, he spotted a silhouette lying on the ground, watching the stars overhead as she sang to them. The light crunch of the ground cut her song short as she sat up, turning to look at Stan as he approached.

 

“Don’t stop on my account, doll.” Stan said quietly, trying not to spook her further as he walked up. She smiled warmly at him, offering the spot next to her with a small gesture. He groaned softly as he made it down to the ground with her, listening closely as Honey started up her song again. He hoped deeply that Ford was asleep as her unnaturally beautiful voice penetrated the haze of early morning. She finished not long after he joined her, sighing deeply as the final notes trickled off into the trees.

 

“And I knew our joy would fill the earth

And last 'til the end of time my love

And it would last 'til the end of time

The first time ever I saw your face…”

 

The last bit was so quiet it trembled in her throat, barely audible to anyone but the two sitting there.

 

“Ya like old jazz, huh?” He asked, trying to break her silence following. She didn’t look at him as he posed his question, seeming distant while she observed the stars. No answer came forth, the quiet growing uncomfortable for him. He was already losing her. Finally, a question cut the awful tension.

 

“Have you remembered anymore about our time together... before?" He could see her bite her lip, and although she still did not face him, he could see from the side the way a tear threatened to escape her lush lashes.

 

“I get bits and pieces of it. Things you do strike me. Every part of it, of you, brings back somethin’. Even if it’s not the full picture.” He didn’t much want to delve into his feelings tonight. Ford already had him frustrated, and now she was near crying. He couldn’t catch a break. Honey’s normally fun, flirty attitude had disappeared in this moment, and he could see the broken girl beside him, hardly keeping herself together. Her next words hit him like a brick to the face.

 

“I don’t know if I can see you anymore.” She choked on the words, clearly in pain, but it didn’t matter to Stan, who had frozen as panic and fury melded together.

 

“Is this about Tate? Look, I know he’s probably got more spring in his step, but I promise ya’ I can keep up.” He stammered, the meaning behind her words beginning to grip him. He hadn’t realized how badly he wanted her around or how attached he already was. And how he couldn’t stand the thought of her in Tate’s arms. He was ready to fight.

 

“Stanley, no. Do you remember what we talked about when we were together way back when?” Honey's voice was tinged with desperation as she spoke, finally allowing her eyes to lock in on him.

 

“No. Small details like that don’t usually come back. " he hated how illusive his own life could be to him sometimes.

 

“We talked about Ford and your family. You always talked a big game, but anyone could see it hurt you. I knew it was all you wanted. And now you have that. You have your brother and the kids.” Stan rubbed his eyes with his fingers in frustration, not connecting the dots. What did those two things have to do with each other at all? He groaned, standing to pace. This was not how the night was supposed to go.

 

“I don’t get what that has to do with anything, doll. You don’t want to be with my family? I know the sleepover probably wasn’t fun, but I couldn’t have been that bad.” He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. She wasn’t that superficial, was she? Tears spilled down her cheeks, making his heart drop. He didn’t mean to do that to her. Stan stooped down on his knee, trying to comfort her by rubbing her back. She flinched away from him, hurtful in a way he had never expected. What was happening? Honey's voice raised slightly in pitch as she spoke.

 

“I loved my time with the girls. But it’s becoming very clear that Ford does not want me here. I can’t be honest with him, and I’m not safe. And I will not stand between you and the family you fought so hard to have.” Fury rose through him, Ford and his conversation earlier echoing in his mind. His gruff voice bordered on deadly as he leveled his gaze at her.

 

“What happened?” It came out severe, but he could easily sense when Ford’s dangerous activities were afoot. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t intervene, but this was a different type of want he wasn’t ready to give up on easily. Panic met Honey’s eyes as she shook her hands and head at him, trying to dissuade his immediate focus on his meddling brother.

 

“Nothing. Nothing happened. But I can’t protect myself here, Stan. You have to understand.” It was a plea that stabbed at him.

 

“I can protect you. I promise I will do anything in my power to protect you.” He was genuine in the promise, feeling desperate to say anything that would keep her here with him.

 

“You can’t promise that, Stanley.” He couldn’t take her small, huffy breaths as she tried to keep her suffering as quiet as possible, tasting the salty tears that had already soaked into her soft skin as he decided to grab her face and kiss her deeply. She relented, falling easily into his lips with no protest, her familiar body caving into his. It wasn’t the normal heat that burned between them though, but now a grappling of his own emotions as he drew her into his knelt body. Honey laid her head on his chest, her hot tears soaking through his wife beater.

 

“Look, whatever happened, I’ll fix it. I’ll talk to Ford again. I’ll make sure you never get hurt again.” He tucked the hair that had stuck to her wet face behind her ears, cradling her small broken face in his hand as he spoke softly to her.

 

“You can’t fight Ford about me. I will not get in the way of your happy ending.” She said it with such fierceness he knew she believed it could exist with or without her. And he was quickly beginning to doubt that was the case as he held her small form against him. He kissed the top of her head.

 

“Do you want to come inside?” He asked gently, starting to feel watched as they kneeled together in the middle of the lawn. She nodded, not speaking other than Stan’s grunts as they rose and walked hand in hand back inside. The kids continued to sleep peacefully in the living room as he led her upstairs to his own bedroom. Once he had some light on, he looked at her puffy red face. “If you don’t want to be with me because I’m me... I get it.” Stan shrugged, feeling the defeat in his own words. “But if it’s because of Ford meddling, then let me handle my brother.” Honey's eyelashes fluttered as she worked to clear the tears from her eyes, her cheeks getting redder.

 

“I want you.” It was a simple statement, but her steely blue eyes searched his face as she spoke them, the words meaning something deeper. A memory struck him then, her words dancing through his mind as they had nearly three decades before. She had always wanted him. Stan couldn’t take her sweet face as she watched him, her tongue unconsciously flicking across her bottom lip. He wanted to take that plump lip between his teeth, wrap his own tongue around hers.

 

“I want you too.” It was all he could manage as he moved towards her, gathering her tightly into his arms. Her own arms wrapped around his neck as he moved to hold her, sitting on the bed and leaning up against the wall behind them to support both their weight as he stroked her hair. “Give me some time, doll. I’ll fix this, and I’ll keep you safe.” He felt her relax, resting comfortably against his chest. This was not how he wanted the night to go, but he relished the way her quiet breaths settled into cute little snores as the morning passed. Sleep didn’t dare cross his mind as he contemplated what to do to make this right.

[corporatefrog]

╭₊˚ ๑︰Playing Mario Kart with Team Stan [headcannon + oneshot]

✧.* tags: college au

✧.* Characters: stan marsh, kenny mccormick, kyle broflovski, butters scotch

a/n: i love mario kart so much. I'm kind of awesome at it not to brag or anything (literally no lmaoo) I usually play luigi with the sports bike but I'd probably play dry bones if he was taken

masterlist

Kenny plays Dry Bones or Shy Guy

Kyle plays Toad or Luigi

Stan plays Yoshi or like the male villager 

Butters plays Rosalina (ofc. She’s the best one fr) or fucking baby peach

“Butters why the fuck are you playing as baby peach. No one is playing peach. You can be regular peach.”

“But she’s just a lil fella going through the world!” 

“SHE LEGALLY CANNOT DRIVE”

Yall make your own grand prix with electrodome, music park, maple treeway, and super bell subway (coconut mall if you’re playing the Wii version)

Loser of each grand prix switches out and you keep racking up points until the end of the night

LOTS of smack talk

Through the open window of the upstairs bedroom of the Marsh house on Tegridy Farms, a war brewed. The sounds flowing out the window stood in stark contrast to the peaceful night. A silent breeze rustled the budding cannabis plants, a soft movement that seemed to snap in the other direction as a wave of shouts pushed against the calm wind. 

“Good to know Stan’s still in last place where he belongs” 

“Well at least I’m not Kenny who needs an extra lightweight character to be farther than 6th”

Zooming into the room, a chaotic scene stood in stark contrast to the peaceful night. Various bags of chips scattered Cheeto and Dorito crumbs across the ground to be pulverized into the rug by sock covered feet. A hand pushed aside one of the bags, sending another wave of crumbs onto the ground as they reached for a can of soda. 

Kenny lifted the can to his lips. He drank with one hand angled to the side of his face to keep his eyes on the television screen. Finishing the drink with a loud sigh, he returned the drink to the ground to refocus his attention on the game. And on shit talking Stan. 

“Sorry I don’t listen to people who still drink Svedka.” He remarked, leaning his shoulder to the side as the cart with Dry Bones drifted around a corner. The trial of the cart sparked orange then purple as the speed boost charged. Dry Bones shot forward once the curve ended and pulled ahead of the NPC Bowser kart. 

“That’s rich coming from someone who chugged a week old borg with mountain dew and pinot.” Stan retorted. 

I gasped from my spot on the bed, attention breaking slightly to give Kenny a disgusted look, “Ew dude! Why the fuck did you do that?” I asked despite knowing the answer. There’s only one person who would make Kenny do something stupid like that. The one person who hasn’t been invited to the monthly Mario Kart tournaments in years because he’s a stupid idiot bozo.

“Cartman bet me $50 I couldn’t do it without puking-” Kenny’s response shifted tone as a red shell sent his cart flying off the end of the track “HEY WHAT THE FUCK KYLE! I WAS ALMOST WINNING!” He shouted as the perpetrator snickered on the floor. 

“Yeah, because 4th place is winning- god dammit!” Kyle cursed as his own cart slipped on a banana peel. My character threw a fist in the air to cheer the successful sabotage. 

“I really don’t know why you guys care so much about what place you get,” I mused as my kart pulled across the finish line, the large 1st Place symbol in the corner of my screen announcing the victory, “You’ll never be able to beat a god anyway.” A comical evil laugh boomed from my mouth, my arms raising to the sky as though calling upon the heavens to thank for my continuous win streak. 

Butters jumped up from the beanbag to add another 15 points to my total bringing it to a strong 45 after I’d won the two races prior. 

“I literally sent three blue shells at you. How the fuck did you still win?” Stan complained as he fell back against the bed, control dangling loosely from the wrist strap wrapped around his hand. 

Butters jumped in with a finger raised, “Oh well that’s because they look on the reddit forums during our philosophy class-” I leapt from my spot, rushing to reach Butters before he revealed my secret. My hand covered his mouth as I gave him a pointed ‘don’t you even think about it’ look. 

Turning back to the group with a shaky laugh, I waved off what Butters had almost said. “A Mario Kart god never reveals their secrets. Can’t have the mortals trying techniques they can’t master.” I gave Butters a pat on the shoulder, adding a warning squeeze before returning to my remote. Love the guy but he’s going to be the death of me one day, I swear. 

“Yeah, yeah” Kenny rolled his eyes, “I was just warming up anyway.” He stretched his arms above his head with an over exaggerated yawn. Grabbing his remote in one hand and a soda can in the other, he readied himself for the final race of the first round. 

“Okay? Then get better already? I’m hoping for a little bit of competition this time. Stan might even beat you if you keep racing like shit.” I snapped back at him with a wicked grin. A middle finger pointed my way came from Stan alongside some grumbled comebacks that weren’t loud enough to be heard. 

We all readed ourselves for the final tack, hearts racing in sync as the counter ticked down

3…

I hovered my finger over the accelerator. Not yet.

2…

Four fingers simultaneously pushed down on the controller as wheels spun in place on the screen.

1…

Butters gripped the whiteboard marker in his seat, falling victim to the infectious adrenaline of the room. 

GO!

And we were off.

[harveybwabbit92]

[R/n is watching her siblings again this time they're at her place. Tregear is in his doll form watching from out of sight, as R/n tries to keep the kids entertained, (readers siblings are like ten years younger then her (Reader is in her mid-twenties.) the oldest a boy is eleven and the youngest is a girl whose 4.)]

Bro/n (brother's name): Can you do the science thing again?

[Tregear peeked out from behind a vase when he heard 'Science' and was curious what R/n has been showing her siblings.]

Sis/n {Sister's name}: Whaz that?

Bro/n: She can make gummy bears scream and blow up like fireworks!

R/n: I'm not really blowing them up the sugar in the gummies goes through a rapid oxidation reaction when in contact with the potassium perchlorate.

Sis/n, jumping up excitedly: I wanna see the flower works!

R/n: Okay, but we're doing it outside and don't touch anything unless I say so, Remember the Soda can engine?

{R/n and her sister look at their brother who looks at his feet ashamed.}

[R/n goes into the apartment third bedroom that's been converted into a lab, she grabbed an ignition tube, some tongs, ring stand and a flame torch; then some safety goggles, and a bottle of potassium perchlorate. R/n paused when she realized she would have to steal some of Tregear's candy, she quickly searched his stash, found what she was looking for and wrote an IOU.]

[meanwhile Tregear had seated himself on the window sill in the backyard and watched R/n set up an outdoor lab, she prepared and heated up the potassium needed for the experiment.]

R/n, to her siblings: Watch the bear! *drops the gummy bear into the tube*

{Bro/n and Sis/n watch in awe sparks began shooting out from the tube and making a screaming noise as the bear started to burn away in the solution, when the tube was cooled enough and smoking stopped used the tongs and showed her sibling the mess left at the bottom of the tube.]

Sis/n, scrunches up her nose: Ew.

Bro/n, grimaces: it's like that time dad for got about those eggs in the back of the fridge for three months...

{When R/n's parents came to pick her siblings up, Sis/n told them all about the magic screaming banana bears, Bro/n and R/n clarified what she was talking about and had a little laugh about it.]

Dad/n (Dad name): While at least this time there wasn't any steam powered soda cans involved...

Bro/n, as they're leaving: I forgot to open and empty one of the cans and it exploded, sue me!

{The front door closes and Tregear comes out of hiding.]

Tregear: So, It's not all just rotting cadavers and formaldehyde floating around in that head of yours? Color me impressed.

R/n: I told you I was Chemical physics major, before switching over to forensic science.

Tregear: I know, though... I'd wish you'd tell me why you decided to switch paths so suddenly.

R/n:

Tregear: R/n?

R/n: It's still to early for that, but I'll tell you when I'm ready, just not now.

{R/n goes to clean up the back yard, while Tregear goes over to the home phone he goes through the contacts before landing on the one person that could help him solve this mystery: Belial's reader.]

=====================

{I'm gonna have to start making temp ocs or start putting place holder names (Like Jane doe, Mary roe...etc, etc.) for one of the reader's when they appear together in one snippet.]

{My little cousin used miscall fireworks as Flower works when we were kids.]

[thecookieverse]

Cookieverse: Schools

Milkyway Elementary

Known Students

Alfajor Cookie (Inez)

Apple Cookie

Apple Dodger Cookie (Ferb)

Astronaut Food Cookie (Dib Membrane)

Babosa Cookie (Tanis)

Banana Pancake Cookie (Quincy)

Basil Cookie (Buttercup)

Bell Pepper Cookie

Berry Gel Cookie (Sally)

Berry Smoothie Cookie (Keesha)

Bitter Melon Cookie (Violet)

Blackberry Pie Cookie (Schroeder)

Blue Corn Cookie (Boomer)

Blue Taro Cookie (Tim)

Blueberry Kulfi Cookie (Baljeet)

Blueberry Jam Cookie (Lucy)

Burrito Cookie (K.O.)

Candy Bone Cookie (Skid)

Candy Jack Cookie (Ralphie)

Carrot Puff Cookie (Arnold)

Cavatappi Cookie (Frieda)

Champurrado Cookie (Carlos)

Chili Dog Cookie (Hoagie P. Gilligan Jr./Numbuh 2)

Chocolate Swirl Cookie (Jimmy Neutron)

Concord Juice Cookie (Sibella)

Coney Dog Cookie (Winnie)

Cornflower Cookie (Franklin)

Cranberry Flan Cookie (Jackie)

Cream Pie Cookie (Charlotte)

Cucumber Cookie (Dendy)

Daffodil Cookie (Dorothy Ann)

Dandelion Cookie (Jimmy)

Dirt Cake Cookie (Pigpen)

Ditalini Cookie (Leo)

Farfalle Cookie (Annie)

Food Coloring Cookie (Adeleine)

Fruit Punch Cookie (PPG!Brick)

Ghost Pipe Cookie (Phantasma)

Gold Truffle Cookie (Princess Morbucks)

Gouda Cookie (Buford)

Green Bean Cookie (Phoebe)

Hokey Pokey Cookie (Wallabee Beetles/Numbuh 4)

Honeydew Cookie (Elsa Frankenteen)

Key Lime Cookie (Cyberchase!Matt)

Lemon Gel Cookie (Charlie Brown)

Marshmallow Bunny Cookie (Panini)

Matcha Choco Cookie (Kuki Sanban/Numbuh 3)

Mellowcreme Pumpkin Cookie (Pump)

Mint Cream Cookie (Peppermint Patty)

Mochi Cookie (Wanda)

Nori Cookie (Butch)

Oleander Cookie (Grim Adventures!Mandy)

Orchid Cookie (June)

Pink Lemonade Cookie (Blossom)

Pixy Powder Cookie (Timmy Turner)

Pudding Pop Cookie (Chowder)

Pumpkin Brownie Cookie (Marcie)

Raspberry Jam Cookie (Linus)

Salsa Chip Cookie (Phineas)

Salted Caramel Cookie (Abigail Lincoln/Numbuh 5)

Soda Bread Cookie (Fanny Fulbright/Numbuh 86)

Soft Serve Cookie (Funkin Dusk)

Strawberry Fool Cookie (Nigel Uno/Numbuh 1)

Sufganiyah Cookie (Isabella)

Sugar Cookie (Bubbles)

Star Jelly Cookie (Zim)

Tangelo Cookie (Billy)

Tangerine Tanghulu Cookie

Vieux Lille Cookie (Sarah)

Walnut Cookie

Former Students

Five-Layer Cookie (DCFDTL); were kidnapped and brainglazed by Black Olive Cookie (Father)

Tarator Cookie (Vendetta); Expelled for horrific bullying and her dessert monster creations hurting other students. Also the incident where she tried to take over the school on show-and-tell day. That too.

Known Faculty

Beacon Apple Cookie (Bea Spells-A-Lot, part-time tutor)

Gelatin Cookie (Edd/Double D, part-time science tutor)

Honeycrisp Apple Cookie (Ms. Frizzle, teacher)

McIntosh Red Cookie (Will Wedgewood/Wonder-Red; teacher)

Nigiri Cookie (Makoto Nijima, part-time tutor)

Orange Pippin Cookie (Ms. Keene, teacher)

Sucrose Junior High

Known Students

Apple Pie Cookie (Paula Polestar)

Beacon Apple Cookie (Bea Spells-A-Lot)

Blueberry Churro Cookie (Frida Suarez)

Bratwurst Cookie (Rolf)

Camembert Cookie (Ed)

Candy Jewel Cookie (Jewel Sparkles)

Caprese Salad Cookie (Kevin)

Chocolate Truffle Cookie (Trixie Carter)

Circus Peanut Cookie (Peanut Big Top)

Custard Doughnut Cookie (Jeff Andonuts)

Ergot Cookie (Hotaru Tomoe/Sailor Saturn)

Fish Stick Cookie (Lee Kanker)

Garlic Cookie (EW!Dawn)

Gelatin Cookie (Edd/Double D)

Granola Cookie (Jonny)

Grape Jam Cookie (Mabel)

Gum Scrap Cookie (Ness)

Jawbreaker Cookie (Eddy)

Lanatus Dragon Cookie (Jake Long)

Lemon Swirl Cookie (Lucas)

Limburger Cookie (May Kanker)

Mashed Potato Cookie (Marie Kanker)

Orange Swirl Cookie (Claus)

Passion Fruit Cookie (Nazz)

Peanut Butter Cookie (Dipper)

Pork Rind Cookie (Porky Minch)

Prickly Pear Cookie (Kumatora)

Rocket Pop Cookie (Dot Starlight)

Russet Potato Cookie (Arthur “Spud” Spudinski)

Spaghetti Marinara Cookie (Spot Splatter Splash)

Sprinkle Cookie (Crumbs Sugar Cookie)

Valerian Cookie (Pillow Featherbed)

Whipped Cocoa Cookie (Mittens Fluff 'N' Stuff)

White Truffle Cookie (Pacifica Northwest)

Yellow Lily Cookie (Rose)

Fructose High School

Known Students

Ackee Fruit Cookie (Monika)

Apple Cider Cookie (Applejack)

Beef Bowl Cookie (Yu Narukami)

Berry Soda Cookie (Ami Mizuno/Sailor Mercury)

Blackberry Cheesecake Cookie (Totally Spies!Mandy)

Black Currant Cookie (Raven)

Black Rose Cookie (Sam Manson)

Buffalo Sauce Cookie (Randy Cunningham)

California Roll Cookie (Naoto Shirogane)

Candy Ring Cookie (Rarity)

Chamomile Cookie (Yuri)

Chocolate Crepe Cookie (Ann Takamaki)

Clam Cookie (Cyborg)

Confetti Cake Cookie (Pinkie Pie)

Cordyceps Cookie (Shawn)

Coriander Cookie (Starfire)

Creme Sandwich Cookie (Danny Fenton/Phantom)

Curly Fry Cookie (Howard Weinerman)

Curry Cookie (Futaba Sakura)

Gala Apple Cookie (Sammy)

Gateau Cookie (Vanessa)

Gummy Fish Cookie (Lagoona Blue)

Haricot Vert Cookie (Jean-Sebastian Renault/Wonder-Green)

Hero Cookie

Jelly Worm Cookie (Ghoulia Yelps)

Kale Cookie (Robin)

Katsu Sando Cookie (Akira Kurusu/Joker)

Kumquat Cookie (Leshawna)

Lemon Mint Cookie (Frankie Stein)

Marshmallow Pie Cookie (Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon)

Manju Cookie (Yukiko Amagi)

Meat Bun Cookie (Ryuji Sakamoto)

Melopita Cookie (Cleo de Nile)

MRE Cookie (TD!Brick)

Myrtle Cookie (Minako Aino/Sailor Venus)

Nanaimo Bar Cookie (Owen)

Nigiri Cookie (Makoto Nijima)

Orange Blossom Cookie (Zoey)

Orange Creme Cookie (Jasmine “Jazz” Fenton)

Orzo Cookie (Mike)

Pansy Cookie (Fluttershy)

Papanași Cookie (Mariana Kretzulesco/Wonder-Pink)

Pepperoni Pizza Cookie (Geoff)

Pink Licorice Cookie (Draculaura)

Pizza Cookie

Pizza Pocket Cookie (Total Drama!Sam)

Poppy Seed Cookie (Clover)

Potato Stew Cookie (Yosuke Hanamura)

Protein Bar Cookie (Tyler)

Purple Tea Cookie (Sierra)

Red Delicious Cookie (Amy)

Ruby Choco Cookie (Sayori)

Salsa Cookie (Candace)

Samosa Cookie (Noah)

Sandwich Cookie

Seaweed Brownie Cookie (Bridgette)

Shaved Ice Cookie (Abbey Bominable)

Sour Straw Cookie (Tucker Foley)

Some Total Drama contestants (Excluding Biscuit Cookie/Ezekiel, obviously.)

Sports Drink Cookie (Rainbow Dash)

Steak Cookie (Chie Satonaka)

Strawberry Cupcake Cookie (Natsuki)

Tin Cookie (Makoto Kino/Sailor Jupiter)

Toaster Tart Cookie (Harold)

Tofu Cookie (Beast Boy)

Vegemite Cookie (TD!Jasmine)

Veggie Chip Cookie (Totally Spies!Sam)

Vichyssoise Cookie (Rise Kujikawa)

Watermelon Snake Cookie (Deuce Gorgon)

Wolfsbane Cookie (Clawdeen Wolf)

Wonton Cookie (Alex)

Yakitori Cookie (Kanji Tatsumi)

Former Students

Cobalt Cookie (Scarlett; Expelled after it was discovered that she was trying to recruit students to the Cookies of Darkness)

Dagwood Sandwich Cookie (Norville “Shaggy” Rogers; graduated)

Deviled Egg Cookie (Fred Jones; graduated)

Sweet Potato Cookie (Velma Dinkley; graduated)

Toxic Sludge Cookie (Izzy; expelled due to her crazy antics)

Patisserie Academy

A high-end private high school.

Known Students

Buttered Pancake Cookie (Goro Akechi)

Champagne Cookie (Mitsuru Kirijo)

Chicken Salad Cookie (Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus)

Coffee Crisp Cookie (Cody)

Fruit Salad Cookie (Haru Okumura)

Galette Cookie (Lindsay)

Jagariko Cookie (Yusuke Kitagawa)

Loco Moco Cookie (Justin)

Rose Water Cookie (Senpai/Kenji Sakubara)

Saba Sashimi Cookie (Michiru Kaiou/Sailor Neptune)

Saffron Cookie (Alejandro)

Sashimi Cookie (Heather)

Tuxedo Cake Cookie (Mamoru Chiba/Tuxedo Mask)

Watercress Cookie (Dakota)

Former Students

Blueberry Cheesecake Cookie (Daphne Blake; graduated)

Sugarcane Academy

A university/college

Known Students

Black Rice Cookie (Krishna Ramanujon/Wonder Black)

Blackthorn Cookie (Faith Fernandez)

Blueberry Tart Cookie (Vicky Schmidt)

Calla Lily Cookie (Joy Johnson-Johijima)

Cherry Pepper Cookie (Amira Rashid)

Cypress Cookie (Setsuna Meiou/Sailor Pluto)

Elderberry Cookie (Oz)

Filius Blue Cookie (Dahlia Aquino)

Ghost Pepper Cookie (Damien LeVey)

Gummy Hoop Cookie (Gogo)

Henbane Cookie (Hope Halko)

Ikasumi Pasta Cookie (Zoe)

Keema Cookie (Aaravi Mishra)

Maki Roll Cookie (Hiro Hamada)

Potato Chip Cookie (Scott Howl)

Purple Kale Cookie (Liam de Lioncourt)

Rafflesia Cookie (Brian Yu)

Saltwater Taffy Cookie (Miranda Vanderbilt)

Sour Snake Cookie (Vera Oberlin)

Taco Cookie (Fred Frederickson IV)

Vodka Cookie (Polly Geist)

Yuzu Cookie (Honey Lemon)

Zucchini Cookie (Wasabi)

Former Students

Slushie Cookie (Boyfriend/Jacob; Dropped out)

Parfaedia Institute

An all-ages magic school set in the city of Parfaedia

Known Students

Acai Cookie (Twilight Sparkle)

Bay Laurel Cookie (TD!Dawn)

Clerodendrum Cookie (Musa)

Coralline Algae Cookie (Tecna)

Cream Puff Cookie

Fruity Puff Cookie (Leonard)

Nasturtium Cookie (Bloom)

Prune Juice Cookie

Sunflower Cookie (Stella)

Tulip Cookie (Flora)

Water Lily Cookie (Aisha)

Known Faculty

Almond Cookie (Preventing Magical Accidents & Mishaps professor)

Capricious Wizard (Substitute Teacher)

Eclair Cookie (History professor)

Espresso Cookie (Theorems of Coffee Magic professor)

Latte Cookie (Entry-Level Magic Circles professor)

Parfaedia Principal (Principal)

Former Students

Ackee Fruit Cookie (Monika, transferred to Fructose High)

Honeycrisp Apple Cookie (Ms. Frizzle, graduated)

Mistletoe Cookie (Icy, expelled)

Nightshade Cookie (Darcy, dropped out)

Prune Cookie (Yzma; graduated… Somehow… in her youth)

Zephyr Lily Cookie (Stormy, dropped out)

Scovilla

An all-ages school situated in Dragon's Valley

Known Students

Capsaicin Cookie 

Jalapeño Cookie (Duncan)

Kimchi Cookie (Scott)

Known Faculty

Scovillia Headmaster (Headmaster)

Former Students

Mala Sauce Cookie (Graduated)

Buffalo Sauce Cookie (Randy Cunningham; transferred to Fructose High)

Sriracha Cookie (Chef Hatchet; Graduated)

Creme Knights Academy

A paladin/knight school situated in the Creme Republic

Known Students

Kouign-Amann Cookie

Known Faculty

Creme Knights Preceptor (Premier)

Former Students

Financier Cookie (Graduated)

Madeleine Cookie (Graduated)

MRE Cookie (TD!Brick; Transferred to Fructose High due to being bullied for his fear of the dark)

Snowbell Academy

An academy for cookies who wish to become holiday cookies

Known Students

Stollen Cookie

Strawberry Cream Cookie

[why-its-kai]

been working my way thru giant bag of those fancy jelly belly jellybeans i got as a gift so here are my top 5 worst and best from the 49 flavor for some reason

worst :

bubblegum. ew i just never liked gum or bubblegum flavor.

top banana. same reason as bubblegum but about banana

cinnamon & sizzling cinnamon. honestly they taste fine but they are wayyy too spicy for my very low spicy tolerance. i didn’t realize there were two varieties in there but apparently there are ?? couldn’t tell the difference they were both too much for me lol

juicy pear. it’s like uncanny valley version of pear. it’s almost good but it leaves me feeling weirdly unsettled

mixed berry smoothie. it’s just overwhelmingly confusing and weird and tastes like all the berries i don’t like

best:

a&w root beer. that’s my fav soda and damn they taste poifect

buttered popcorn. literal sorcery how they made jelly bean taste like that and so well

dr. pepper. i can taste the carbonation somehow!?!!

french vanilla. that bean sure can vanilla.

black licorice. sorry i just really really really like them and this post was inspired by me sadly rooting around the bag looking for any more black licorice and coming up empty :c there were no licorice treats for me tonight ……..

[braveclementine]

Full Circle

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Only a few hours later, Elizabeth, Stephen, Elijah, Ghaida, Lan, and Wanda had gone to Asgard. Elizabeth, Stephen, and Elijah were splitting off into a pair to go and find Hogun and Sif. Ghaida, Lan, and Wanda were going to find Volstagg. Heimdall had apparently sent Fandral to Earth, so Steve and Trang were heading out to go find him since he was lost and delirious and would only trust those two. 

But now, they had all returned home. Loki, Thor, Fandral, and Heimdall had been completely healed. Everyone was together. The five children in Elizabeth's stomach were also alright and they had all been spending the nights together in the common room. To Penny, it felt like life had returned to what it would be. 

There were a fair number of fights, mostly between Natasha and Elizabeth about the kids being taken out to the park. Eventually, Elizabeth would concede just to give Natasha piece of mind, but Penny was afraid that the fights were going to push the ice girl back to Ohio. . . and that the others would go with her. 

Now, they were all eating dinner in the common room. Elizabeth had said it would be a fun day, so Papa Johns pizza had been called in. Stuffed crust with pepperoni, banana peppers, and black olives for the weird people *coughElizabethcough*, normal Pepperoni pizza for a large majority of the team, meat deluxe for the super soldiers, and normal cheese pizza for Wanda, Bruce, and Pietro. 

Penny watched as Elizabeth finished her pizza slice, before feeding Rue a small piece of pizza. Rue gobbled it up and then looked up at her, begging for more. Elizabeth fed her another piece and then cut into the spicy chicken wings that were there, dipping them into blue cheese. 

Bucky looked at her, "Was that my chicken wing?" 

"Not anymore." Elizabeth responded, smirking at him. "And there's ninety-eight chicken wings left." 

"But that was the one I wanted to eat." Bucky protested. 

"I mean, I can throw it up into your mouth if you want to be a baby bird." Elizabeth said. 

"EW!" Trang whined. "Elizabeth please, I'm trying to eat here." 

"I'm just saying." Elizabeth shrugged. 

"I lost my appetite." Trang gagged again, putting her pizza slice down, getting up and sitting in Tony's lap, burying her face in his chest while he laughed. "Stop laughing or I swear I'm going to shave your beard in your sleep." 

Tony shut up, swallowing a large amount of soda. Loki smirked, throwing another potato chip into his mouth. 

"Anyways." Elizabeth said, loud enough to gather everyone's attention while she pulled some of the chicken off the bone, dipping it in more blue cheese. "I just wanted everyone to know that all of us Ohioans have talked over the idea of bonding all of us and we're all on board except for Josh and Riri who want to go and live on their own now." 

"Can I ask why?" Wanda asked softly. 

"I love you guys and I always will." Josh said with a shrug. "But Riri and I have both agreed that we want to have a relationship just between the two of us. It was fun being with you guys when I didn't have a soulmate, but with Riri being a little younger, I don't think it's fair anymore. So we just want to live our own life now. That's all." 

"I hope you guys have a good life. You'll still visit, right?" Wanda asked. 

"Of course." Josh rolled his eyes. "Can't get rid of me, even if you try. Elizabeth knows that." 

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "And I've been trying to for years." 

"I feel like there's a but." Rhodey said. 

"There is." Elizabeth said. "I. . . we have also agreed that we're not living in the tower." 

Now there was silence in the room. No one was eating anymore, everyone just looking at her. Trang slid out of Tony's lap at that seconds, looking a little guilty. 

"Why?" Tony asked. 

"It's nothing against you, Tony, or the tower. I love the tower, it's pretty much the only place I've ever called home." Elizabeth sighed. "But I can't raise my kids here. I can't raise my kids in an almost one hundred story tall building, where they constantly have to take elevators or stairs to try and locate their fathers who can be on floor 1 to 95. I want them to live in a two, maybe three story house where they go down one flight of stairs and there's the dad or mother they need. A nice, large backyard for them to play in. Somewhere a little quieter, somewhere they have neighborhood kids to play with, a neighborhood for them to explore." 

She paused, letting everyone take in her words and then continued, "I'm not saying my house cause it's definitely to small, and I'm not even saying we have to live in Ohio. I'm just saying, I can't raise kids here and I don't think we should raise kids here. It's not healthy, Tony. If we want our kids to develop normally, they're going to need some interaction, they're going to need a different lifestyle." 

Penny felt that last couple sentences were digs at Natasha, and Nat clearly felt the same way as she bristled. "The kids are safe here! They're protected. They don't need to live in a house." 

"They're not going to have interactions with-" 

"We're the only interaction they need!" Natasha argued. 

"It's not protection Natasha when you're preventing them from even going outside!" Elizabeth said, getting heated. "When's the last time Anastasia was outside? Christmas at the mall? That was four months ago! Almost five!" 

"Then we just build a playground here." Natasha argued. "We have the roof." 

Elizabeth threw her hands up in the air. "The roof? That's safer then taking them to a park on ground level? Nat, you're smarter than this!" 

"This is a fantasy that you dreamt up when it was just you and Bucky! A fantasy that you'd live in a house with a white picket fence and two kids and being friendly with all the neighbors." 

"What's wrong with that?" Bucky interjected, sounding hurt. 

"Because it's not reality, James." Natasha replied. "Nobody would've known who you two were. But we're the Avengers now. You're the Ohioans. Our neighbors will all know who we are. We will have paparazzi outside of our house all day long. The playgrounds we frequent will become breeding grounds for HYDRA and other organizations that want to hurt us. So no matter what, our kids will be 'sheltered' as you put it, because our house will have to have gates and walls around it anyways. We won't frequent playgrounds because they're to high risk, anyways. So why not just stay here?" 

Surprisingly, it was Sam that spoke up. "Nat, we went to this park called Sharon Woods every single day we were there. Rue, Mateo, and Kisa made friends, they played with other children. The parents we talked to didn't give a damn about us being heroes. Sure, a few autographs, a few photos, but that was it. They just talked about normal things: the weather, schools they were looking into for their children, their older children. It was normal, it was something that I had forgotten could exist." 

More silence met his words. 

Violetta suddenly got up, going and sitting next to Natasha. "What about a trial period? I mean, I love the idea Nat. I feel safe with Valentine there too. Maybe if you just try it?" 

"Okay." Natasha whispered, looking up at Violetta. "I'll try it." 

"I do have. . ." Rhodey started and then stopped and reworded whatever it was that he wanted to ask. "I love you guys. And I would love to marry all of you, be bonded to all of you but. . . I still haven't met my soulmate. And maybe I just don't have one. But I'd want to meet them or at least know if I have one, before I put myself in a permanent relationship with you guys." 

"Same." Violetta said, nodding. 

"We could look into it." Ghaida said hesitantly. "I would never intrude on that without your permission though." 

"I would like to know." Vi nodded. 

Elizabeth and Ghaida's eyes both changed colours. Ghaida's mouth dropped in shock, but Elizabeth started to smile. "You and Rhodey share your soulmate. He's the only one." 

"He?" Vi and Rhodey both asked. 

"There's no way." Ghaida mumbled, almost to herself. 

Elizabeth raised her hands and opened a portal so that a man dropped from the circle, landing on his stomach painfully in front of both Rhodey and Violetta. 

"Elizabeth!" Rhodey shouted, shocked as he hurriedly put his hands on the man, trying to help him. Violetta joined him. 

And then they both withdrew and the room was shocked into silence once more. Natasha immediately snatched up Anastasia, backing away from him while Bruce just stared at Violetta in a mixture of anger and worry. 

"Ow what the fuck!" A familiar voice complained as he rolled over himself, before freezing on the floor. "What the fuck." He mumbled again. 

"And that." Elizabeth smiled down at Blonsky. "Is what I believe we call, a full circle." 

🚺👊 Ⓣⓗｅ 𝑒𝔫𝐃 🫖🤛

[lovemesomesurveys]

Have you ever shared a shower or bath with someone as an adult? No.

What kind of pizza toppings do you like? This question has come up a lot it seems lately.

When did you first take a shot of alcohol? I was honestly 21. It was apparent because I took a shot a tequila and as I was dying my dad handed me his beer and I took a big swig of it. Now, if you know me that says it all because I don’t share drinks. At all. With anyone. I grabbed it and drank without any hesitation at all hahaha. Everyone was shocked.

Did you babysit for money when you were in middle school? I only every babysat my brother and a couple of my cousins, but yeah my parents did give me money for that.

Who is your favorite band? How long have they been? One will always be Linkin Park. We go back to my middle school days.

Has the last person you kissed ever been to your house? Yeah.

Have you ever been to a spa? Nah. I honestly haven’t had an interest in going to one. 

When talking on the phone, do you place it against your left or right ear? My right.

What’s your favourite Lunchables meal? I loved the Nachos one.

Do you like Bob Marley? I’m familiar with his music, but I’m not particularly a fan. 

Have you ever eaten at Golden Corral? No.

Do you sit and eat dinner at the same table with your family? No, we don’t have a dinner/dining table. Are you listening to any music right now? If so, what are you listening to? No, I’m listening to an ASMR video.

Who was the last person to make you genuinely smile? My mom.

Is there something you want to say to someone but can’t/won’t? Yes.

Do you like men who have a sensitive side? Yes. There’s nothing wrong with that.

Have you ever tried to get someone into a certain band/artist? Yeah.

Have you ever carved you and someone else’s initials into a tree? No.

Do you like Dairy Queen? I haven’t been to one since I was a kid. I see commercials for it a lot and it looks good, but I just never go.

Is there a song in a different language that you can sing? Yeah, some Spanish songs.

How do you feel about bands that use pyrotechnics in live concerts? It can be cool.

Ever fallen down a hole? No, not literally. Thankfully. I fall down rabbit holes a lot, though.

Do you like bananas? I love bananas. 

How long do you normally spend in the shower? Like 30-40 minutes.

Have you ever been a featured member on any website? No.

Have you ever had any weird pets? I mean, my doggo is pretty quirky and silly haha.

Are you currently talking to/texting/instant messaging anyone? Nope.

Have you ever experienced insomnia? I have insomnia.

Do you like egg nog? I do.

Would you ever wear Converse with a prom/formal dress? Nah.

Do you prefer hot chocolate with or without marshmallows? Gotta have marshmallows.

How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over? A few.

Would you rather be a surgeon or mortician? Omg, I absolutely could not do either one. Nooooooo.

Would rather be a musician or a painter? Musician. I wish I had some ounce of musical talent.

Would you rather write your own book or make your own movie? Write a book.

At home, do you have a trampoline? No.

When you are about to go to bed, do you put on some sort of noise? I have my TV on low for some background noise, but I always listen to ASMR before bed.

What is your favorite Christmas movie? I have several. 

And what about your favorite Christmas song? I love the classics. 

What is your ultimate favorite stocking stuffer? Gift cards are awesome.

After Halloween, do you sort out all of your candy into little piles? Aw, I always did that as a kid. 

When you listen to music with headphones, do you keep the volume low enough to hear surrounding noise faintly, or do you blast it? I want to be able to hear surrounding noise. I want to know if someone is calling out my name or comes up behind me. I’m super jumpy. It’s also good to just be aware of your surroundings.

What did you have for breakfast this morning? I had a homemade egg and cheese mcmuffin with spinach and garlic.

What’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet? My doggos.

Do you own any kind of helmet? No.

Out of everything currently in your refrigerator, what food or drink is your favorite? Currently, I’d say my leftover pizza, my Starbucks Doubleshot drinks, and my pack of Yoo-Hoos.

What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? The one that made me a paraplegic.

Do you like the taste of cough syrup? Ew, nooo.

What is something you like to have conversations about? Interesting stuff? ha.

What all is in the trunk of your car? I don’t have a car of my own; I don’t drive.

Do you ever put fruit on your cereal? No.

Is your heat or air conditioning currently on? No, but I have 3 fans going right now.

Have you ever fallen off of a horse? I’ve never been on one.

Which do you value more, your appearance or your intelligence? Those who see me can see it’s clearly not my appearance. Intelligence is important, but I don’t think I’m all that intelligent. But yeah, learning and being aware are things I want.

When was the last time you drove something other than a car or truck? Uhh, does wheeling around in a wheelchair count? ha.

Were your grandparents present when you were born? My grandma was.

If you drink/smoke, how often do you do these things? I don’t do either.

What do you think of fast food? I like it, I don’t care.

What website do you spend the most time on and why? Tumblr and YouTube for sure. I enjoy them.

What’s the most amount of time you’ve spent online? Is this usual for you? I’m on throughout the day. When it comes to travel, what kinds of places intrigue you most? I’m such a tourist, so I enjoy touristy things. I like checking out the shops and museums. I don’t know, I just like checking out as much as I can.

What is the farthest you’ve walked in one day and what made you do it? A friend and I walked all over this large city while there vacationing.

What is something important that’s often on your mind lately? My current situation with my health stuff.

What about something unimportant, but you can’t stop thinking about it? Hmm. I don’t know. My mind is pretty much just focused on all the bad shit I’m dealing with.

Do you like oatmeal? If so, what kinds of things do you like in it? I do. I like condensed milk, brown sugar, and cinnamon.

What was going on the last time you felt nostalgic? I’ve been feeling that way a lot these past few weeks I’ve noticed. Like, having/craving things I used to enjoy as a kid. Like my latest Yoo-Hoo obsession, for example. 

How much attention do you pay to the movements of the stars and planets, and do you believe they influence anything? None.

What is the most difficult or involved video game you’ve ever played? Hmm. Perhaps the Life is Strange series.

Which accent do you find most sexy, alluring or appealing? British or some Southern accents.

Which accent do you find most annoying, disturbing, or bothersome? None of them.

Can you cry on cue? Is it any kind of useful? No.

Does it take you a while to actually get jokes? Not usually.

Can you wear socks to bed or does it annoy you? Yeah, I always wear socks.

Have you ever bleached your hair? Yep, several times.

Do you like jelly beans? Just the black ones, which is a super unpopular opinion. 

Do you have trouble sleeping when it’s storming? No, I love it.

Who was the last person you know that graduated? (high school or college) My brother just graduated UC on Saturday.

Were you happy or sad when you found out your babysitter was coming? My babysitter was usually my aunt, who I’ve always been close with, so I looked forward to it.

Did you have a boyfriend in kindergarten? No.

Did you ever read the Magic Treehouse series? Nope.

Who was your best friend in elementary school? I feel like it switched a lot until like the 5th grade.

Did you ever watch The Land Before Time movies? Yes.

Did you collect anything when you were a kid? Rocks. It was something my Nana and I did together.

Did you get an allowance? Yes.

Were you into American Girl dolls? Nah.

Were you friends with your childhood neighbors? Yep, yep.

What was your biggest fear when you were a kid? All bugs. That hasn’t changed.

Did you ever play the "Reader Rabbit" computer games? Awww, yeah.

Did your parents let you drink soda growing up? Yes.

What was your favorite kind of cake as a kid? I’ve always loved white cake with buttercream frosting.

[gunsatthaphan]

50 questions tag!

I got tagged by @soiledtaste​ thank you!!!! 🥰💫

Literally no one cares about this nor will read all of it lmaoo but I’m bored so here we go!! 💕

what color is your hairbrush?: green & orange (i have 2 lol)

name a food you never eat: blue cheese ew

are you typically too warm or too cold?: I’m literally always hot and I hate it.

what were you doing 45 minutes ago?: watching a yt documentary 

what’s your favorite candy bar?: Snickers! 

have you ever been to a professional sports game?: yes, I’ve been to a basketball game and to a few soccer games.

what’s the last thing you said out loud?: ??? I think I said “okay” to my mom lol

what’s your favorite ice cream?: melon & banana 💫 

what was the last thing you had to drink?: fanta

do you like your wallet?: Yes I love it, I’ve had it forever though and I’m about to buy a new one (concludes the fact that no one cares about skjdh)

what’s the last thing you ate?: a slice of bread

did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: yes, a new jacket

what’s the last sporting event you watched?: probably the soccer world cup 2 years ago lmao

what is you favorite flavor of popcorn?: sweet

who’s the last person you sent a text to?: my classmate from Chinese class bc of homework lol

ever go camping?: yes, I used to go camping every year with my family when I was younger 💓 

do you take vitamins?: I used to but currently no.

do you go to church every sunday?: no, I’m not religious. 

do you have a tan?: I WISH but I’m the whitest white bread ever lol 

do you prefer chinese or pizza?: wow...... why would you make me choose. Love both can’t decide... 

do you drink soda through a straw?: nope

what color socks do you usually wear?: black, blue or white

do you ever drive above the speed limit?: more than I care to admit...

what terrifies you?: deep waters

look to your left, what do you see?: a stack of papers and my airpods.

what chore do you hate the most?: doing the dishes.

what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?: troye sivan

what’s your favorite soda?: coke ;) 

do you go in fast food places or just hit the drive thru?: I rarely go to fast food places but if I do I always use the drive thru.

what’s your favorite number?: 7 I think? idk why

who’s the last person you talked to?: my mom

favorite cut of beef?: oof i have no idea. I’ll eat anything as long as it’s tender I guess.

last song you listened to?: Speechless - Rachel Platten

last book you read?: Ari & Dante 

can you say the alphabet backwards?: nah

favorite day of the week?: Friday

how do you like your coffee?: black with a few shots of milk 

favorite pair of shoes?: my old ass sneakers I’ve had for 432 years lol

time you normally get up?: Around 7am when I have to work, around 11am when I’m free. 

sunrise or sunsets?: sunsets

how many blankets on your bed?: one

describe your kitchen plates?: white lol.

describe your kitchen at the moment?: not the biggest and a bit cluttered but usually very clean. 

do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?: i only drink red wine, every other type of alcohol makes me sick lol. 

do you play cards?: i used to when I was younger but not anymore.

what color is your car?: pastel-purple-y (not to flex but my car is the prettiest lol)

can you change a tire?: I WISH

your favorite state/province/county/etc.?: in my own country: anything in the north really, in another country: San Diego County, CA & Bretagne, France 

favorite job you’ve had?: working as an editor at a movie production company. It was just an internship for university but it’s been my favorite job so far. 

how did you get your biggest scar?: had a bike accident when I was 9 and got a scar on my knee

this was fun, thanks for tagging me!!!! 💫

I’m tagging: @emisfritish @sashitaka @lostinbl @sarawatism @gulfkanawut @tharntypesupportclub @nakyngs @maddiesup @earthpodd @thehuns-bubble-tea @nieves-de-sugui @dollopheadsandclotpoles @sunmorkcafe @bl-crossingtheline @zeejade88 and everyone else who wants to do it! 

(I’m aware this is super long so pls feel free to ignore it haha)

xxx 💓

[nostalgiaispeace]

2089.

What’s your name?

ashley

Where do you live? kentucky

When’s your birthday? december 24th

What’s your astrological sign? capricorn

Do you actually believe in that stuff? no. it’s fun tho

How old are you? 30

Do you have a high school diploma or the equivalent? yeah

Do you have an undergraduate degree? If so, in what? never finished

What is your favorite…

Quote?

i don’t have one

Color? orange

Song? i dont have one

Band/singer? lana del rey

Book? harry potter

Author? jk rowling

School subject? -

Science (chemistry, biology, physics, etc.)? -

Math (algebra, geometry, calculus, etc.)? -

Language? french

Operating system? apple

Instrument? piano

Letter? I don’t have one

Number? 3

Car? 1967 chevy impala

Pattern (polka spots, stripes, plaid, etc.)? plaid

Word? -

Animal? Kitties!

Country? europe

Drink (alcoholic or otherwise)? coffee

Food? pizza

Restaurant? mexican

Website? tumblr

Sport? gymnastics

Flower? lilies

Ice cream flavor? chocolate chip cookie dough

Television show? supernatural

Shirt? i don’t have one

Shape? star

Eye color? brown

Hair color? blonde

Movie? titanic

Gum flavor? peppermint

Random Stuff About You

Do you have your drivers’ license?

Yes

Have you ever been swimming in an ocean? yeah

What’s the last song you listened to? -

Do you prefer coloring pencils, crayons, or markers? coloring pencils

Can you make any origami figures? If so, what? no

Do you still sleep with a stuffed animal? yeah

Do you get cold easily? no

Have you ever been to a chiropractor? no

Do you have great eyesight, or do you wear glasses or contacts? glasses

Do you know how to play chess? no

Do you know how to play checkers? no

Do you like Sudoku puzzles? no

Do you like word searches? no

Do you like crossword puzzles? yeah

Do you like logic puzzles? no

Can you play any card games? no

Do you play board games? yeah

Do you do jigsaw puzzles? no

Do you listen to the same song on repeat for a long time, even occasionally? i do

Do you take any prescription medications on a regular basis? yes

Would you prefer to be too hot or too cold? neither

Do you like to swim? no

Have you ever been to a farm? yeah

Do you like instrumental music? yeah

Do you drink diet soda? yes

Do you drink soda? yes

Have you ever put Mentos into soda? no

Have you ever combined baking soda and vinegar? yes

Did you ever make Oobleck in science class when you were a kid? no

Do you know any HTML? not anymore

Have you ever read any of Shakespeare’s work? many

Do you write poetry? sometimes

Do you read? yes

Can you throw a frisbee? not well

Do you watch a lot of television? not really

Do you think that you have a good sense of humor? yeah

Are you a mean person? i can be

Do you have any bruises? If so, how did you get them? no

Does the thought of public speaking make you nervous? no

Are you afraid of heights? yeah

So, what ARE you afraid of? fish

Are you listening to music? No

Has anyone ever called you ‘disturbed’? i dont’ think so

Have you ever been kicked out of a place? If so, where? And why? no

Do you take a lot of these surveys? yeah

When was the last time you fingerpainted? idk

When was the last time you sent an e-mail? idk

A text message? today

Called someone on the phone? today

Tripped over something? today im’ sure

Do you like chocolate? yeah

How many pillows are on your bed? 6

Do you have any pets? yeah

Have you ever been on a horse? yeah

Have you ever climbed a tree? yah

Do you like art? yeah

Do you use any sort of social networking site? yeah

What time is it? 8:47pm

Have you ever been in a car accident? yeah

When was the last time you felt embarrassed? today

Did it rain today? yeah

Have you ever had a poison ivy rash? no

When was the last time you felt immensely happy? today

Do you take a multivitamin or any other supplement? yes. prenatals and iron

What household chore do you absolutely hate? all of them

Tell me something random about yourself. i’m pregnant

Can you cook? yeah

Do you like to be silly? yeha

What kinds of things have you wanted to be 'when you grow up’? singer. actress.

Have you ever been on a boat? yeah

Do/did you like school? i liked college

Do you have a camera? on my phone

Have you ever been bitten by a tick? No

Have you ever seen a wild snake? no

Have you ever gone hiking in the woods? yeah

Do you have a lot of friends? no

Do you keep a diary/journal/blog? not really

What color are your eyes? brown

Do you like snow? yeah

Would you prefer to sing or dance in front of other people? sing

Would you prefer to sing or dance when you’re by yourself? both

Can you spell really well? no

Do you mind poor grammar? i do

What’s your favorite texting/IM abbreviation? omg and lol

Do you wear a watch? no

Do you shop at thrift stores? no

What is your dream job? to be a stay at home mom

What is one thing that really freaks you out? fish

Do you like bananas? Yes

Do you eat meat? yes

Do you drink coffee? not since i’ve been pregnant

Do you clean your computer screen often? no. i should tho lol

Have you ever sneezed onto your computer screen? yeah

Let’s talk about numbers.

How many people live with you?

1

How many digits of pi do you have memorized? 3.14159

Can you count using binary numbers? no

How many states have you visited? a lot

How many countries? none

How many browser windows/tabs do you have open? a lot

How many times have you blinked in the past minute? idk

How many seconds are in a minute? 60

Are you afraid of mathematics? no

What’s the square root of 121? 11

Sorry, sorry, the nightmare is over :) How about some more random questions to let you relax?

Have you ever read the webcomic xkcd?

no

Can you play an instrument? no

Can you read sheet music? yes

What’s your favorite kind of sandwich? italian sub

Do you have a bedtime? no

Have you ever gone sledding? no

Have you ever carved a pumpkin? If so, what kind of face did you make? yeah. a normal one

Do you ever make funny faces at yourself in the mirror? yeah

Have you ever played the classic shaving-cream-in-the-hand prank on someone? no

Do you think that’s a mean thing to do? yeah

Do you like cake? yeah

Do you like pie? yes

Do you like popsicles? love

Do you use the television or computer more? Computer

Do you have a favorite chair to sit in? yeah

Are you getting tired of this survey? yeah

Do you like to wear hats? no

Do you wear your seatbelt in the car? Yes

Do your shoes provide lots of arch support? no

Do you like to go to yard sales? no

Have you ever had a yard sale at your house? yeah

Do you like apples? allergic

Do you like peanut butter? yes

Do you like licorice? nooo

Do you like lima beans? ew no

Do you like limes? yeah

What color are your bedroom walls? off white

Guess how many questions you’ve done. I don’t know either, so just guess. no

What’s your favorite color to wear? black

Do you tell secrets when people confide in you? depends

Do you listen to your music with the volume up really high? depends

Do you like to try new foods? no

How many different programs are you currently using? just firefox

How many different operating systems have you used? i’m old so alot

What time is it now? 8:53pm

Are you wearing socks? no

Are you comfortable with yourself? no

Do you lose small things (like your car keys) often? no

Is your mind in the gutter? No

Have you ever broken a bone? no

Are you more of an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert

Do you read the dictionary for fun? no

Tater tots or fries? fries

Do you like to wear flip flops? no

Are you more of an optimist or pessimist? pessimist

Do you like animals? yeah

Do you like little kids? yes

Are you a 'people person’? no

Have you ever seen a rainbow? yeah

How was your day? chill

What do you plan to do tomorrow? work

When was the last time you did laundry? today

Have you ever played Snake? yes

Have you ever played Scrabble? yes

Are there any television commercials that really get on your nerves? all of them

Do you like scary movies? yes

Are you itchy anywhere on your body? yes

What’s the title of the last book you read? a pregnancy book

Do you read more fiction or nonfiction books? a good mix

Are you a member of any clubs or organizations? Nope

What color is your favorite pair of socks? i don’t have any

Do you own a lava lamp? No

Do you have anything else to say? no                            

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #282

“daddy’s flown across the ocean / leaving just a memory / a snapshot in the family album / daddy, what’d you leave behind for me?”

What is your favorite type of dance? I like modern dances, especially those unusual or creepy with unique music. They’re the dances I look forward to watching in dance competitions. Do you find making scenes in public fun? Oh fuck no. Lemonade or pink lemonade? Pink is Supreme in so many ways. Where do you feel safest? At home, especially if Mom is here. Have you ever been to a gay pride parade? No, but I’d love to. Would you take your dream job if it were out of the country? No. I don’t want to move to Africa. What do you like to do when you're home alone? HAHA okay so I almost exclusively watch Unus Annus when Mom isn’t home because I will almost without a doubt cackle at least once, and… explaining why I’d be laughing would be WILD. UA is a fucking gift & I’mma miss it when it’s gone. What kind of music calms you down? My best bet is nostalgic music that I hold very close, like Ozzy. The soundtracks to SotC and SH2 are also magical when it comes to soothing me. Who did you last go to a park with? Uhhhh… probably not since I took family pictures for someone. Got some nice ones. Have you ever been robbed? Thankfully, no. Are you working, a student, both, or neither? Neither, and at nearly 25, it’s fucking humiliating. I’m thinking of appealing my disability case (you very rarely get it the first time), but of course self-doubt and anxiety just slaps me across the face again and again by asking, “Do you really need it?” That shit is agonizing. Very highly regarded people in my life agree that it’s realistic for me, at least at this moment, while I sort out my mental health. I don’t plan on being on it forever, fuck no. But right now I am, no matter what anyone says, a leech in my home. What's your favorite holiday? Christmas. I prefer Halloween’s “vibe,” of course, but I am much more excited and just thankful at Christmastime, especially now as an aunt with children who *understand* the holiday. Their joy and excitement is enough of a gift to me. It’s always really hard on Mom because she’s convinced she doesn’t do enough (she cries at least once like… every year), but my sisters and I always reassure her. It’s also a nice opportunity to see Dad and my stepmom, also with my sister’s family, and once again we get to see the kids so happy. But enough about them; what I love most about Christmas is I generally am able to put my troubles into perspective and take the time to remember I am, in the big picture, lucky to have what and who I do. And SNOW!!!!! If you can’t tell I’m stoked for Christmas. Do you prefer male or female friends? Both are great, but I’m more relaxed with female friends because of the whole “scared of men” ordeal. What's your favorite dessert? Biiiiihhhhh lemme get my hands on ice cream. Do you ever go on chatroulette or omegle? Noooo, I never did. That shit creeps me out. Besides, I’m shy. What kind of tea do you drink? None. Do you know anyone in a gang? Not to my knowledge… What color is your fridge? White. We decided to use the fridge already in this house versus our old one. Is your phone mostly on vibrate, silent, or ringtone? It’s just about always on vibrate. Do you own black sunglasses? I don’t own any sunglasses. Are you currently looking for a job? Fuck if I know. Not actively, but if something suitable magically popped up, I’d definitely pursue it. Do you watch MTV? No. Do you like to tell people who you like? Historically, I tend to keep my mouth shut about it to people who know that love interest unless explicitly asked, and even then, it depends on if I think they’ll keep their mouth shut. How often do you braid your hair? It’s too short to be braided. I very rarely had it braided beforehand. What color is your microwave? Black. Do you wash your face in the morning when you wake up? If I remember, especially if I’m groggy. Are you interested in the ocean? No more or no less than the average person. What's a big turn on for you? Keeping physical stuff outta this, I’m just such a fuckin sucker for being authentically romantic lmao. Have you ever thought about being a teacher? Heeeeeelllllll no. What's the first thing you do when you turn your computer on? Close out of the stuff that automatically pops up after it starts. Do you drink Gatorade? Ugh, ew, no. Do you hate when people replace 0's with O's? EX: 9:OO AM. Lol no, it’s honestly aesthetically pleasing in some formats. Did you hate riding the bus? Some of my best school memories are the long bus rides home w/ Jason so uh- Do you ever use XOXO in texts, letters etc..? Nah. Has anyone ever told you they liked you to your face? Yeah. Have you ever touched an elephant? No. Reading or writing? Writing. Do you have a childhood nickname? Mom called (and sometimes still does lakjdf;alkwe) me “Twinkie.” She gave sweets-oriented nicknames to all her kids. Have you ever had a Moon Pie? UGH they’re gross. I have this faint memory as a kid of a sweetheart babysitter my sisters and I had always offering us banana moon pies as a snack or dessert, idr. I’ve always hated anything banana-flavored. Has your car ever had troubles? N/A What's your birthstone? Amethyst. Would you join the navy? I want nothing to do with anything remotely related to war. What's your favorite board game? Battleship. Do you like chess? I’ve never played it nor even know the rules. If you’ve ever tried drugs or alcohol, what was your reason for first trying it? I was absolutely parched after a long, sweaty walk and was offered it to “try” by my mom without me knowing it was alcohol… the “WAIT NO STOP” from everyone was so quick lmao. It was just hard lemonade, so nothing super serious. Do you think you could ever have an abortion if you unexpectantly turned up pregnant right this second? I probably would. There is no fucking way I can emotionally handle carrying a baby right now. But I’d feel like absolute shit, even though I’m pro-choice. I just don’t want to picture myself in that situation. Is there a situation where you caved into peer pressure and regretted it? Probably. Although generally, I’m very resilient to peer pressure when it comes to something I really don’t want to do. What is your favorite video game console? Why? PS2, of course. I think the best games came from that era, many ahead of their time. Example, the original Shadow of the Colossus graphics massively pressured the limits of the software, and it still to this day blows me away. Sure, you have some lag in return, but the end result was just magnificent. I seriously, seriously, seriously hope I’m able to play the remake one day. When you lost your virginity, were you sober? I was. As of this minute, what is going through your mind? How I need a change and purpose in life so motherfucking badly. Where’s the last place you went? I was riding around with Mom, doing some errands. Are both of your blood parents still in your life? Yes. When was the last time you went apple picking? Never. Do you have a good relationship with your cousins? We don’t really… have a relationship. We don’t talk, we just kinda “exist” knowing we’re related. What was the last kids movie you saw? I watched some of Hotel Transylvania 3 with my niece and nephew. Do you know anyone who was born in Africa? When I was still in college, there was at least one guy in my class who was. Tutored me in math. Patience of a saint, haha. Have you ever been to an internet cafe? I actually have zero clue what that is. Has the year gone quickly for you so far? I’ve barely discerned 2018-2020, if I’m being honest with you. It’s just a lump of time where I’ve done jack-all. I mean yeah, school fits in there somewhere, but mentally I wasn’t in a wonderful place and haven’t been “happy” for a long time. My mental state has been the same for a few years. How many siblings does your significant other have? N/A Are you one of those people who can drink vodka straight? Oh, I hiiiighly doubt it. I loathe the taste of alcohol. Do you share a middle name with any of your friends? I legitimately have one of the most basic white bitch middle names in America, I know tons. How many pairs of jeans do you own? None. Do you know the name of the pharmacist at your local drug store? One, yes, considering Mom worked there before the cancer and is still in touch with this pharmacist. What flavor is your toothpaste? Mint. Are you sleepy right now? I think I’m permanently sleepy. Do you like crime films and tv shows? Not especially. Are you bitter about anything? Many things. What was the first online account you remember having? Neopets. My older sister helped me set it up when I was somewhere around eight. Do you use emojis? More than I used to. I’m gradually converting from emoticons to emojis, oof. What was the last type of soda you drank? Mountain Dew. Do you remember much from high school? I probably remember too much from high school, if I’m being honest. I remember far too much in far too much detail during the almost four years I dated Jason. Where would you go for the ultimate honeymoon? Probably the Bahamas, mostly for the pink beaches, aha. It would also be an incredible photography opportunity. Do you know anyone who has a strong accent that is hard to understand? My former best friend’s dad was so southern that yes, I could barely understand him whatsoever. If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would you get? If you mean a fresh, new one and not a glow-up on the Mark tribute tat I’ve mentioned five thousand times, a tribute to Teddy featuring his portrait, pawprint, and the Powerwolf lyrics “and we’ll meet where the wild wolves have gone.” I’m going to be picky as a motherfucker about the design itself, though, so realistically it probably wouldn’t be tomorrow since I’d probably commission people to draw in varying styles. Ugh, I need that tattoo gun, my man. What was the last podcast you listened to? Do you listen to it regularly? That would be 4 Peens in a Pod (it’s… not a porn I swear, it’s Fischfuck and the boys lmao). I’m waaaaaaaaaaay behind on it, though. I watch so many different things now that I’m behind on like… everything I watch/listen to. Are you on a first-name basis with your boss? (or last boss if unemployed) I think I was with all of them? What was the last thing you wrote in a Word document? This survey. Because I combine short ones into Big Boys that I usually don’t finish in one go, I save my progress on it. Who do you miss and what do you miss about them? I miss a number of people and would rather not retrospect on them. What were the best and worst costumes you’ve ever worn? *shrug* Do you know anybody who is gay and married? I think so. What did you last take painkillers for? A headache. Are there any hobbies you want to get back into? Ugh. A whole fucking lot. I’ve thought quite a bit recently on how I miss video editing, but I just don’t have the motivation and dedication for that anymore. Have you ever shared a home with a friend? Yes. What’s the craziest or weirdest place you’ve ever slept? Nowhere that strange at all… Probably just like, the floor, but even then with blankets and stuff. What did you have for lunch today and who made it? I haven't had lunch yet. Are you allergic to anything? How did you find out? Pollen is pretty obvious, while serious discoloring and itching let me know I was allergic to silver. Have you ever been on a date with someone you met online? How was it? Yeah, I was visiting her for a couple weeks. It was nice. Who was the last very physically attractive person you saw? In ~real life~, probably some friend on Facebook. Do you know anyone who is deaf? We recently found out actually that my youngest niece is deaf in her left ear due to a massive buildup of fluid in it. I’m so ready to hear about her reaction to hearing normally once it’s taken care of. Has there ever been a person you regret ever being friends with? Probably at some point. “Ever” makes this question difficult. Do you think you have a good understanding on love? Yes. What do you think of your parent(s)? I love them both immensely while acknowledging their flaws. What celebrity do you think should of never become famous? I don’t care enough to think on this honestly haha. Did you ever get into the Twilight saga craze? What about the Harry Potter craze? Neither. What's your opinion about Katy Perry's song "I Kissed a Girl"? It was bold for its time, for sure. I’ve never minded it. Actually since coming out as bi I’ve known that this song has to be included in the recession dances of my wedding if my partner is female lmao. Do you believe in heaven? If so, what's it like? If not, why? I hope there’s some sort of total bliss after death if you’re deserving of such, but I don’t know. I definitely don’t know how I actually picture it. Even if there’s not, well, I’m assuming I just won’t exist anymore, so I wouldn’t be able to care anyway. Sometimes I hope that's the case. What email service do you use for your main (or only) email account? Hotmail. Did you ever believe in the Tooth Fairy? Yeah. I remember there was one time where “she” didn’t trade my tooth for munz and I was so mad lmao. Mom apparently forgot and slipped something under the pillow while I was getting ready for school. How I fell for it, who knows man, kids are wild. How do you feel about Taco Bell? I’m not a Mexican food fan, really, but I do love their cheese (with or without chicken) quite a bit. The cinnamon bite things are bomb as FUCK, too. I’m still mad tilted they took potato products off their menu tho because I used to destroy the fiesta potatoes. How often do you go on to YouTube? I’m like… always on it. Not focusing on it at all times, but something’s in the background. Back when Spongebob Squarepants was famous, were you interested in it? Well of course, man. What's your dream pet? Ugggghhhh a sunset morph ball python, probably. Buuut I’ve seen some over $2k with their rarity. More realistically, I really, really want a Brazilian Black tarantula. And an arctic morph hognose. I want a lot of pets. ;_; Who's been your favorite teacher growing up, and why? God, I have a lot, honestly. All things considered, the answer is probably Miss Tobey, who was my physical science teacher in high school. She’s an extremely close family friend now involved regularly in my family’s lives. She can be… difficult and says shit before thinking, but we love her nevertheless. What's your favorite fairy tale? Fuck outta here if you say Shrek isn’t one. Do you have a favorite pen? Uh, no… I barely ever use pens anyway. Has a child ever asked you a question you found difficult to answer? Yeah; it happens sometimes with my niece and nephew. Name five books you've read in the past year. I think I’ve read the first three Wings of Fire book within the same year, and I’m currently on the forth. Other than those, I started The Testaments by Margaret Atwood, but only got through the prologue I think before my focus shifted onto WoF. I still plan on reading it at some point, though. ^Are any of those books your favorite? No. The prequel to The Testaments, The Handmaid’s Tale, is very high up there, though. Are you a person that enjoys re-reading books? Not at all. Once I read it once, I’m done. There are VERY few books I’ve reread, and most of those were children’s books from when I was little. Do you have a favorite talk show host? Don’t watch any. Which sounds the most refreshing: a hot shower or a cold one? I prefer hot showers unless I seeeeeriously need to cool down. Have you ever made your own soap? No. Can you sleep with socks on? UGH NO. When was the last time you were pissed beyond belief and why? Ummm good question. I don’t know about *that* mad. Maybe when Ashley’s mother-in-law shared a massively homophobic article that condoned conversion therapy on Facebook that resulted in me removing her from my friends and RAGING to my mom about it. That was forever ago, though. Do you have a favorite candle brand? No. What is your opinion on taxidermy? I have… very mixed feelings. If the animal was hunted for sport, then it’s fuckin disgusting; you literally killed an animal with the intention to show off the fact you’re a goddamn murderer. On the other hand, taxidermy of naturally-deceased animals can be educational, and even… artistic sometimes? I don’t know. I can’t really pick one stance over the other. Would you ever want to own a body part in a jar? Actually, yes, particularly of fetal animals (that WERE NOT killed for the sake of displaying), but for the same reasons above, I’m not sure if I would *really* do it. They are incredibly interesting to me, more so than taxidermy probably, but yeah, I still question the morality of it. What is the worst thing you have ever done to your own hair? I don’t think I’ve ever really done a “bad” thing to my hair. What qualities of yours do you think could potentially harm a relationship? I’m very clingy and, in the beginning, very paranoid that you’re going to leave. Have any of your childhood habits carried over into adolescence/adulthood? I had AWFUL separation anxiety from my mom for a very long time as a kid, and I guess that evolved into my extreme inability to handle loss well, maybe. I’d say they’re at least somewhat related. What is the first band that comes to mind when I say 'dark'? Cradle of Filth popped up first. As far as relationships go, what are your biggest deal-breakers? Abuse, arrogance, and distrust probably top the list. Be honest: do looks really matter to you? Nah. It’s nice to be physically attracted to my partner, but it’s not a must. Have you ever done something simply because you were of age? No. Do you think it's worth it to tell someone you had feelings for them when you don't have them anymore? I mean, what’s the situation? Are you hanging out, talking about relationships casually? I’d say it’s fine then if it’s relevant to the conversation. I don’t think it’s worth going out of your way to tell someone you liked them if you don’t anymore, though. Have you ever done something you once thought you'd be too chicken to do? Y’know that ride at fairs where you go up really high on a circular thing with other people and then drop abruptly? That. I screamed like a mf lmao. I had to put a lot of effort into not yelling “SHIIIIIIIIIIIT” lmao. What's a food you love but don't get to eat very often? Stuff involving shrimp, ig. What's your favorite mythical being? Dragons! Have you ever felt a baby kick? I don’t think so, and I don’t want to, considering it’s fucking terrifying to me. I can’t even see a baby move without screaming and wanting to hurl. When is the last time you did something truly fun, and what was it? Who the fuck knows… What is the worst thing you've ever done when you were really angry? Said things I shouldn’t have. Are there any pills you take on a daily basis? If so, what? A lot. I can’t be bothered to go through all of them. At what age do you first remember feeling butterflies in your stomach around someone? I’m not sure. Do you feel that way around anyone now? I don’t think so. What is your main heritage? German or Irish, idr which is more prominent. What is a song that you hate to admit you like? “Bitches” by Hollywood Undead came to me first lmao. What inspires you to get off your bum and do something productive? More than anything, watching inspirational YouTube videos. What part of your body have you had the most problems with in your life? I suppose maybe my ears? I had tubes put in as a kid, I had an absolutely agonizing ear infection once, I had earwax adhered to my eardrum, and they've always been STUPID dry and flaky. Are you watching your weight? Like a hawk, but it doesn’t seem to matter anyway. :^) Have you ever become really good friends with someone you found online? Most of my closest friends I’ve met online. What is the coolest tattoo you've ever seen? You’re asking the wroooong person, lol. I’ve just seen way too many… Have you ever created anything artistic that you're proud of? If so, what? Lots of things; drawings, some writing, photographs, video edits… What do you like on your hotdogs, if you eat hotdogs? Just ketchup and mustard. What is a subject that makes you uncomfortable? Sex. What is a subject you can talk on and on about and not get sick of it? MEERKATS and MARK What is the worst thing someone could do to you emotionally? Tell me I’m weak. Or that my mental illnesses truly do make me unlovable. Just essentially do fucking not make me feel what Jason did. What is the worst thing you've ever done to someone emotionally? Said some extremely mean and potentially scarring shit.

[peachitaetae]

The River We Run From

The death of a friend is something no one truly heals from but that friends ghost returns begging Jungkook to save Yoongi he has to bring the gang back together and that really isn't going to be easy...they haven't talked in like two years.

OT7 

word count: 4k

genre: Coming of age

warnings: Character death, mentions of drugs and Alcohol, tissues may be required 

A/N: inspired by Anohana, Bridge To Terabithia and a few others I thinks. I’m like super dyslexic so apologies for all my errors 

Not edited hehe

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Youth is a funny thing. 

It’s the shortest part of our life, yet it’s the part we hold dearest to our hearts. Looking back on the memories we shared with our childhood friends, some of who are now either married, successful, maybe even dead. But that’s okay because we’ll always have those memories even if we crumble like dried flower petals.

Our lives are an ever-flowing river that we just can’t run from.

“Give it back!” A frustrated Jungkook barked.

“Aw, can’t reach all the way up here, shorty?” 

Jungkook pulled at Hoseok’s arm, trying to reclaim his now stolen banana milk. The boys playfully bickered out behind the usual hangout spot, Rose's Shake Shack, home of the best waffles you’ll ever taste. They usually found themselves there each day after school or before they headed over to their hut on weekends. Today was a typical Sunday, Seokjin and Namjoon were inside getting their food while the rest hung outback.

“Hoseok, don’t be lame. Give the kid his milk!” Yoonji giggled, punching his arm softly.

“I’m only a year younger than you guys!”

Jungkook turned slightly to avoid his milk being stolen again; he sipped it, giving the least threatening glare ever to exist. Hoseok laughed, wrapping his arm around Jungkook, pulling him into his chest as he booped the younger's nose.

“Ah, Kook, you're the closest thing I have to a baby brother, so you bet your tiny ass I'm gonna tease you every chance I get.”

“Hobi, don’t you think you’ve teased him enough for today?” Yoonji chirped, nudging her shoulder into his.

Hoseok felt himself get flustered, turning a subtle shade of pink at her sudden proximity. Turning on his heel, he rigidly made his way over to the others as they spray painted their mark on the back of the Shake Shack wall. He looked anything but casual, earning a giggle from both Jungkook and Yoonji.

Jimin was bouncing on his toes, feeling anxiety rise in his stomach. He wasn't typically one for trouble. Still, he'd go along with anything his friends wanted, even if it meant vandalizing all their favourite places with spray paint. He stood there watching as Taehyung and Yoongi worked together, perched upon the rubbish bins in order to reach the designated spot.  

Jimin puffed out his rosy cheeks in frustration, shoving his hands into his fluffy jumper, trying to calm his nerves.

"Tae, hurry up! Someone's gonna catch us!" He eventually cracked, voice jittery.

Taehyung glanced down at the nervous boy, pushing his unruly curls out of his face with a short burst of air. He flashed him a reassuring smile.

"You can’t rush a masterpiece." Taehyung joked.

"You've drawn exact thing like four times already." Jimin countered. "Need I reminded you this is the first time we’re doing this in daylight?’

Hoseok let out a sigh, tugging at Jimin's jumper to attract his attention.

"Don’t sweat it, it’s all under control. Jin and Joon are inside ordering loads of food. The staff is distracted. No one is gonna notice us." Hoseok reassured him.

"Besides, no one ever comes back here." Yoongi piped up from beside Taehyung, placing the cap back onto his can of spray paint.

"You know the only reason we’re doing it now and not later is because it’s gonna rain all week, so it’s best we just get it over with while we have the time." He continued, helping Taehyung tuck the rest of the art supplies back into his bag. Taehyung zipped it shut, hopping down onto the floor with Yoongi following.

"We could have waited till after the rain," Jimin grumbled, mostly to himself.

"Are you guys done yet?"

Everyone turned to see Seokjin and Namjoon holding paper bags, presumably full of their food.

"You bet! We’re good to go." Yoongi took the backpack from Taehyung, swinging it over his shoulder. Languidly, he walked over to Seokjin, grabbing one of the bags, "Shall we head up to the hut then?"

"Ugh, but it rained earlier. It'll be all wet, won't it?" Jimin scrunched his nose.

"No shit, it’ll be wet. Don’t be a baby, let’s bounce!" Yoongi answered, already heading off. The others began to trail behind, Yoonji pinching Jimin’s cheek teasingly as she passed the now grumpy boy.

"I’m not a baby..." Jimin grumbled, resisting the urge to stomp his foot.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, now let’s go before the snackage gets cold." Yoongi's gaze wandered back to look at Jimin trailing behind them, who had crossed his arms over his chest, bottom lip jutting out slightly.

Jimin was cute.

Even when mad, he still managed to be somewhat endearing, something that everyone – even Yoongi – couldn't deny.

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 The squelch of wet leaves under their feet echoes as they wander through the forest. A soft golden light falls over them as the evening rolls around. The gang head towards the bridge to their hut, Yoongi as always leads the way as he carries Taehyung’s backpack and one of the food bags. Namjoon jogs past Seokjin and Jungkook holding hands to get to Yoongi helping him by taking the food from him. Taehyung picks up a fallen tree branch and starts hitting the trees as he passes them.

A playful smirk grows on Jimin’s face as he bends to pick up a branch of his own lightly hitting Taehyung on the back with it. Only for him to stop dead in his tracks to look at Jimin, for a split second Jimin thought he’d done something wrong.

‘Oh, now you’re in for it’ a familiar box-like grin settles on his face as he chases after Jimin, their giggles fill the woodlands around them. Taehyung swings the branch back only to hit Jungkook, cutting his hand.

‘Ouch!’ 

Not realising he continues chasing Jimin. Jungkook covers his now sore spot as Seokjin pats his head lovingly.

‘Don’t worry I’ll put a plaster on it when we get there’ Jungkook looks at his friends then back at Seokjin and smiles sweetly.

‘Nah, I’m tuff I don’t need a plaster’

‘Jungkook you’re bleeding’

He looks at his hand the back at Seokjin, smiles, then licks the blood off.

‘No, I’m not’

Seokjin scrunches his face in disgust.

‘Ew’ 

Not far behind the others is Hoseok carrying Yoonji on his back. She shifts on Hoseok, slightly lifting his fuzzy jumper, to looking up at the trees above. She traced the outline of the trees with her fingers, Hoseok never really understood why she always did this but he guessed that’s just how she absorbed the world around her. 

‘I love it here and if I could live in these trees I would, forever.’ 

He smiles to himself. He adored how much she loved these woods. She was the one that had convinced them to explore it all those years back, he thinks it was when there were about seven? Had she not insisted they probably would never have found the old hut and claimed it as their place, or maybe someone else would have found it before they did? He can’t imagine not having that hut. They had so many memories there, Like when Jungkook fell off the roof on to Namjoon breaking both their arms or Seokjin making Jimin laugh so hard he peed. He chuckles at the memory. A heat burns his cheeks as he remembers one specific memory.

His first kiss.

It was only a few months ago when he’d turned fourteen, they’d all decided to sleepover in the hut and when the others had been asleep Yoonji had kissed him. He remembers the way his heart did flips, how her lips were so soft. He’d opened up to her about how he was scared to do it and shed offered to kiss him so it was with someone he trusted, she’d done it as a favour not because she liked him. He really needed to tell her how he felt.

Because he really liked her.

He glances back at her again. She’s smiling up at the trees again. 

‘The rain makes everything all shiny. It’s beautiful’.

He smiles ‘yeah beautiful.’

He switches his gaze back to look at the others wanting to hide his now blushing face from her. He put her down as they reached the bridge she adjusted her jeans retucking her sweater into them. They watched as Yoongi and Namjoon walked across, Hoseok smiled remembering how they built it from tree branches they had found around the forest. They had a little help from Jungkook’s carpenter father. But it was theirs. Something they had made together. They’d even carved their names into the wooden railing, he lets out a soft laugh remembering how Jimin had cut his finger only for Taehyung and Yoongi to argue over would help him. 

It creaked as they crossed, they didn’t notice, they just happily sang along to their current favourite song ‘Wonderwall’. It was the norm, they’d spend their days causing a little trouble around town then head off to their not to secret hut, that they’d spent years decorating it with useless nicknacks from all around the forest and town. Jimin had supplied the comfort and entertainment of course. Beanbags, games, a table and a few fairy lights all there thanks to his very giving mother. granted she only got him these things because she felt bad for what she’d done.

But even though these guilt gifts made him feel bad they made his friends happy so he was okay with it.

‘Tae, key please.’

Taehyung smiles taking off his necklace that held the key to the hut placing it in Yoongi’s hand. He kicks the door open after unlocking it, passing Taehyung back the key he drops the food jumping into the beanbags.

‘Anyone notice the river was like, higher than normal?’ Seokjin asks no one in particular.

‘Probably because it rained a lot last night, it’s gonna get higher tomorrow since it’s gonna rain again all night’ Namjoon answers.

‘Jimin pass me a soda’

Jimin chucks Hoseok the first one he pulled out of their soda basket, it was November so it was cold enough for the sodas to not need a freezer. Seokjin nudges him.

‘Still want me to pierce your ears?’

Smiling wide Jimin sings a sweet little ‘yes!’

Jungkook looks around at his friends as he rests his head on Namjoon who was of course reading yet another comic book. He loved watching his friends. He always felt so safe and at home with them. It was a feeling he craved when they were apart. This was the usual. Taehyung would draw while Yoonji sat with him and watched. Hoseok and Yoongi would always play fight, sometimes they’d go a bit far and have to be broken up, but they always smiled after even if they had a bloody nose. He looks at where Seokjin and jimin sat, watching as Seokjin slices an apple. 

‘Ready Jimin?’ Jimin nods unsurely but he trusted Seokjin. He places one hand on Seokjin’s leg, he’s not sure why he just wants something to grab on to. Seokjin places an apple slice under Jimin’s earlobe.

Ah, it’s cold, Jimin thinks.

Seokjin settles the needle on his ear as gently as he could.

‘On three okay’ He looks into Jimin’s eyes checking if he was really okay with this. He nods again, but more at ease this time.

‘One’ Jimin’s eyes close tight.

‘Two-’ Jimin’s gasps as Seokjin pierced his ear a second earlier.

‘You big fat liar! What happened to three!’’

‘Three’ he smirked holding back a laugh.

‘That’s not funny!’ Jimin whines grabbing a pillow to hit Seokjin repeatedly as his window wiper laugh fills the hut. ‘Stop laughing! You jerk you tricked me!’

Yoonji giggles and turns to look at Taehyung, she expects to hear his deep giggles. But he isn’t giggling at all.

‘Tae. Are you okay?’ She places her hand on his shoulder showing her concern. Taehyung turns to look at her he sniffs as if he’s holding back tears.

‘I um, I’m just thinking about how it’s getting darker earlier and I don’t wanna go home…at least not yet’

She rests her hand on his and offers that beautiful smile they all loved so much.

‘I know things are hard at home, you can always stay over at mine and Yoongi’s tonight. Mamma won’t mind’ rubbing his eyes he gives her a soft smile nodding. She places her hands on his bread cheeks cupping his face lovingly brushing a tear away with her thumb. 

‘Your starting’ 

Namjoon mocks as he nudges Hoseok who’d come to sit with him and Jungkook.

‘What?’

‘At Yoonji. Your staring’

‘I was just. She has a nice smile’ he looks at his hands fumbling with his fingers. He refused to look at Namjoon. He knows what he’s thinking. Of course he knows. He’d caught them the other month when they’d kissed. It was all Hoseok had thought about since.

‘You know Yoongi would be cool if u tell him how you feel about her-‘

He presses his hand to Namjoon’s mouth. ‘Shhhh! I can’t tell my best friend I kissed his sister and now it’s all I can think about!’

‘Well why not?’ He questions removing Hoseok’s hand from his face. ‘I mean you just told me so why not?’

‘I just. Not yet okay. I’m still unsure what I feel anyway I don’t wanna put that on him or her until I understand what’s even happening in my head’

Namjoon nods in response.

Yoongi moves from the beanbags over to his sister to lay his head on her lap.

She begins playing with his hair. Stopping to look at him.

‘Hey Yoonie. I wanna dye my hair. Green I wanna dye it green.’

He sits up to face her properly. ‘Like bright green? That sounds kinda gross but if that’s what you want-‘

‘No like mint green. But I don’t wanna do it alone.’ She clasps her hands together looking at him hoping he gets what she’s asking without actually having to ask.

‘Mint green. You’d be mint Yoonji.’ He snickers. ‘and I guess that’ll make me mint Yoongi’

She screams hugging him ‘Best brother EVER!’ 

He’s not. He just knows their parents will flip if she does it alone but if they both do it it’ll listen the blow. Honestly, he’d do anything for her, she was his other half. Always getting him out of trouble. If anything he owed it to her to do this because really if ether of them was the best sibling ever. It was her.

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 ‘Goodnight!’

‘See ya tomorrow!’

They part ways outside the forest and set on their ways home. Jimin and Namjoon walk up the hill as Jin enters his house, he’s lucky his house is right by the forest entrance. Taehyung sets off going with the Mins and Hoseok, normally jungkook would join but.

‘Crap! I dropped my tamagotchi!’

‘Want us to come with you to get it?’ Yoonji offers but he shakes his head.

‘Nah I’m all good’ he heads off as Yoongi yells after him.

‘Are you sure dude?!’

Jungkook gives them a thumbs up before jogging back into the trees. He knows they worry about him since he’s the youngest but he is 13! He can handle himself.

I mean yeah sure it’s dark. And cold. And scary.

Maybe I should have had them come along he thinks.

He reaches the bridge and he sees it. His tamagotchi was just by the river bank.

Must have fallen out my pocket.

He crouches to pick it up cleaning the mud off with his sleeve. He feels a drop of water on his neck, looking up he feels another boop his nose.

Rain great.

He stands turning quickly as he senses someone’s presence.

‘Well lookie here boys we found ourselves a wild bunny’

‘How’s it hangin bunny boy?’

The two boys walk closer. Jungkook knew who it was, it may have been dark but he’d recognise those fire red curls and blond bowl but anywhere. These boys where splinters under his nails that he just couldn’t get rid of.

‘Eddie, James, I’m not looking for trouble. I-I just wanted to find something I dropped.’

‘We don’t give a shit’ Eddie says pushing Jungkook. He stumbles and catches himself on the bridge. He looks up a tear rolling down his cheek, he knew what was coming. He should be used to this by now they beat him up every chance they get.

‘Please it’s cold I just wanna go home. I’ll give you my tamagotchi.’

He hands them his toy only for them to burst into laughter. James snatches it ‘you’ve gotta be shitting me! You play with this shit? What are you 5?’

He wants to say no or just anything but he doesn’t. James chucks it up and catches it a couple of times. ‘Hm wonder if your lil toy pet can swim’

Without a second thought he chucks it into the river, looking proud of himself he turns to his buddy. They give each other a mowing look. Jungkook feels it right across his cheek. A sharp punch. He gets up and tries to run across but the Eddie pulls him back by his jumper and they start hitting him over and over he can hear the bridge creak and crack under him.

‘Okay that’s enough’ James pulls Eddie off him. ‘Let’s go man!’

‘See ya later bunny boy’ Eddie spits running his hands through his hair.

Jungkook watches as they disappear into the dark curls up into a ball he just cries. He can hear them laughing. Their laughter fades as they get further away then all he could hear was the rain dropping around him and the loud rush of the river below. He wished it would crack under him taking him into the water below.

He struggles to sit up. I can’t think like that! He scolds his thoughts. He tries to think positive but his heart hurt so much. He just wanted to know what he did that made them hate him so much.

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 It’s monday. Jungkook loved monday’s. He gets to go to school and see his best friends. He stumbled out of bed falling flat on his face, a pained grown escapes his mouth. He’s clearly still in hurting from last night.

‘Jungkook? Are you alright’ he laughs to himself his mother clearly heard his epic face plant.

‘I’m okay, don’t worry ma’

He runs downstairs, not easily, and out the door. He knows he can’t eat breakfast at home because his mum will see all his bruises so he crosses the road to the Min’s house. He’s never been so thankful they lived across the street. He opens their door, It’s almost never locked, and heads into the kitchen to see the twins and Tae. They’re sitting at the table eating what he guessed was their mother’s oh so delicious blueberry pancakes.

‘Hi, guys!’

‘Hey kookie’ Yoonji greeted as he brother mumbles his hello with a mouth full of food, his sister wipes his face as some syrup drips down his chin.

She always babies him must be nice to have a sister Jungkook observes how she giggles at Yoongi opening his mouth to show all mushed up food. Yeah, it must be great.

‘Jungkook. What happened to your face?’ Taehyung points cause if the twins to actually look at their young friend probably.

‘Dude what the fuck?’ Yoongi stands.

Yoonji walks up to him gently placing her hands on his face. Yoongi speaks again.

‘Who did that to you! I’ll beat their ass!’

Jungkook shushes them not wanting their mum to come into the kitchen.

‘Our mums at work Jungkook. Tell us what happened’ Yoonji looking into his eyes almost likes she trying to read his mind.

‘I’m fine haha I ugh fell out of bed!’

‘Jungkook.’

‘I just. I don’t want to talk about it’

Three older friends look between themselves. Yoongi sighs ‘you know Jin won’t let it slide this time Kook. None of us will, this is the third time this month you’ve looked like this.’

‘It’s Eddie and James isn’t it.’ Jungkook freezes for a moment. He looks at Taehyung. ‘I know it’s them Kookie. I’ve seen them spit balls at you in class. I’ve had my suspicions for a while.’

‘Tae please I just. I don’t want to talk about it!’

‘Fine’ Yoonji hugs him ‘but please tell someone someday? Please’

‘If you don’t Kook I will’ He knows Yoongi means that. He knows he has to tell. He’s just scared, he already feels weak the idea of having his friends save him makes him feel worse.

Without another word they finish their food and head out to meet the others on their way to school. It was a Monday he refused to let Eddie and James get to him. After all he loved Mondays.

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 ‘Stupid rain! It’s been like this all day! I wanted to go to the hut!’ Yoongi moans pouting resting on the couch with his head in his hands as he stares out the window at the dark and gloomy world outside Jin’s house.

They always went to Jin’s on a monday for dinner. His dad cooked a mean spaghetti that they just couldn’t get enough of.

‘It’s to wet and cold for us to go to the hut’

‘Jimin we can just wrap up warm and take umbrellas!’ Yoongi turns to Jimin pouting. He knows Jimin can’t say no to a Yoongi pout.

‘Ahhhh! Jin save me, tell him no! I’m weak!’ He buries his face into Jin’s side to avoid seeing the deadly puppy eyes he knows Yoongi is making at him.

‘Yoongi if we go out we’ll catch a cold!’

‘Come on not even for like ten minutes?’ Yoonji questions.

‘Not you too! Please don’t make me go into the cold!’ Jimin whines.

The twins both come close to Jin pouting with their hands pressed together in a cute pleading manner, Jin like Jimin was weak to the pouts of the twins. But he had to stay strong he knows it’ll be too dangerous to go there now. Hoseok and Jungkook join them earning a laugh from Namjoon and Taehyung.

‘Guys no!’ Jin tries to be sound as stern as his dad does only to sound unsure of himself. 

Taehyung jumps in ‘come on “dad” live a little we’ve done worse.’

‘Valid point’ Jin recalls the time they decided to go to their hut when it snowed only to get snowed in. They all caught a cold but at least they got a week of school.

‘Please Jin’

‘Pleaseeeeee’

Everyone but Jimin was begging now, he doesn’t think they should but. ‘Fine it’s just a bit of rain’

Jimin sits up suddenly ‘this group is going to be the death of me!’

Jin smiles but he makes them all wrap up warm with hats and gloves getting Hoseok and Yoongi to grab the umbrellas from the cupboard under his staircase. Taehyung helps Jimin put on his mittens, Namjoon coming up behind him putting Taehyung’s beanie over his curls.

It takes what feels like forever for them to reach the bridge. Jungkook thinks it’s because it’s freezing and they’re all soaking wet so it feels like longer. He knows they all regret coming out but they won’t turn back now, because in Yoongi’s words ‘well we’re wet now if we go back we’ll have got soaked for nothing’

Jungkook noticed something was off. He didn’t know what but something felt wrong like they should be there, he could tell Jin thought the same but didn’t want to be a buzz kill.

The forest floor was slippery. They struggled to walk as their shoes kept getting stuck in the mud. Yoonji didn’t want them all to be miserable so she started to sing the theme song from ‘Friends’ she smiled when she heard the boys do the clap in response soon joining in with her to sing.

She was always the best at lifting their spirits. Their glue. She always made sure they had fun no matter what. It’s because she knew that their little friendship bubble was all most of them had, life had been cruel to them all their group was everything to all of them. Especially her.

‘It’s scarier than usual’ Jungkook looks down at the river bellow. They’d reached the bridge pretty quick but as soon as they saw how high and fast it was the mood switched back to an uncertain one. Jungkook feels a hand on his shoulder.

It’s Yoongi.

‘It’s just water Kookie, we drink it and that never harms us’ his statement causes Namjoon to give him a funny look.

‘But the water we drink isn’t moving at a high speed.’

‘true’ Yoongi laughs as he strolls across the bridge.

Creek.

He turns on his heels when he gets to the other side.

‘See nothing to be scared of.’

Jimin turns too Taehyung ‘can we go together? I’m a little scared’ Tae happily holds his mitten covered hand as they walk across.

Creek.

Hoseok looks over the river bank to see the rushing water, he lets out a huff and turns to Yoonji.

‘See you on the other side Sunshine’ smiling at her he moonwalks onto the bridge.

Creek.

Stopping halfway giving his friends a twirl before walking off.

‘Show off!’ yoonji yells and he pokes his tongue out at her.

It was Namjoon’s turn. He walked closer to look at the river, the water was harsh and dark. He stands there motionless as the rain peppered his face with cold kisses, he’s starting to feel numb his body frozen in fear. He looks up at his friends on the other side. Jimin sandwiches himself between Hoseok and  Yoongi as taehyung jumps up and down clearly they’re cold.

I need to cross I’m holding everyone up. He lifts his leg to cross but its like something is telling him no.

‘I… I can’t, I’m scared’

Yoonji walks up beside him.

‘It’s okay I’ll go. Don’t worry Joonie nothing will happen to you’ she walks to the middle and looks back at him and she smiles. She turns to walk again and slips falling to her knees.

Creek.

The boy’s hearts drop.

‘I’m okay, I’m okay’ she gets up holding onto the barrier her eyes meet Hoseok’s, she smiles sweetly as the cool wind blows her hair. He smiles back at her.

SNAP!

Then everything went in slow motion. Hoseok’s heart drops Taehyung’s eyes go wide as Yoongi lunges his body forward pushing Jimin off him, he falls flat on the floor but all he could do was stare at the bridge as it broke under her. Namjoon gasps hard enough for the cold air to burn his lungs, Jin’s grasp on Jungkook tightens so much hell definitely have a bruise there the next day but none of that mattered. Because right before their eyes the one thing that they feared happened. The bridge broke pulling Yoonji into the cruel water below.  

‘YOONJI!’

They scream, all instinctively run down the bank following the river as it drags their friend under like she was nothing more than a leaf that had fallen.

‘YOO-HEL-ME-I’

She tries to scream but her cries are drowned out by the rushing water.  

Jin runs off out of the forest to get help.

Jungkook runs to keep up but trips over a tree root namjoon instinctively stopping to help him. Yoongi and Hoseok sprint ahead of Taehyung and jimin catching up to her. She fights to stay above the water her cries cut right through Yoongi’s heart, she’s terrified and he knows he has to do something.

Anything.

Hoseok yells at her to try and grab the tree branch that was hanging over, she just about reaches it, but she struggles to hold on. It’s slippery and the water taunts them pulling her back away from the edge. The further down the river they ran the higher the bank got and they were running out of ground since there was a small cliff they couldn’t get down. If they don’t get her before then. They’ll never see her again.

‘Don’t worry we’re coming! It’s okay!’ Hoseok screams.

He doesn’t really know if they will be and silently begs for that to be true, he doesn’t want her to panic more than she already is so he has to sound calm. Taehyung runs ahead of Hoseok carting up with Yoongi leaving Jimin to trail behind them. He looks down at her in the water, it’s a terrifying sight. Her arms flailing randomly as she tries to stay up and catch her breath. The river keeps pulling her under each and every time Taehyung’s stomach twisted tears streaming down his cheeks. Yoongi runs ahead and jumped onto a tree that had partly fallen into the river, it’s the only thing keeping him from being pulled in.

‘GRAB ME!’

He reaches out for her to grab his hand.

She forces herself up reaching for him.

Only for their fingers to brush each other.

He goes to dive in after her only for Taehyung to pull him off the tree back to safety. He kicks and screams pleading to let him save her.

Jin runs into the street by the forest’s edge screaming so hard it hurt. All their neighbours started rushing into the pouring rain to see what was going on. Jin stumbles and trips while running as his parents run to him. His mother instantly cradles him in her arms trying to calm him so he could speak.

‘Yoonji-rih-river-she-dra-drowning-help-please-I’m-su-sorry’

He tries to get out but his sobbing made it hard to get a coherent sentence to form. His father yells for others to follow him as the adults run into the forest to see what’s happened.

The Min twins parents run over to Jin asking where their children where and what he means by Yoonji drowning. Of course they knew but they hopped he didn’t mean it. Jin didn’t know if she was still in there or not all he saw was her fall in and he knew they’d need the adults to save her so he left he didn’t know if the others had saved her or if she had saved herself.

He just hoped she’d be okay.

Three days went past.

The boys were all really quiet in class they tried to keep their spirits up. Maybe she’d gotten out and got lost further downstream stream. It was Yoonji after all, the toughest and strongest of them all.

It was around their second class when the boys were called to the heads office their parents already there waiting. The Mins looking particularly distraught. They had to think positive. Maybe it wasn’t distraught, maybe it was just pure tears of joy that she was safe…

Or.

Maybe not.

They had found her body curled up on the river bank about a mile downstream. Needless to say, they broke down screaming and wailing pleading that it was a lie.

But it wasn’t.

Yoonji was dead.

[pearlchu]

Answer all the “MAKE ME ADMIT STUFF”

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

It was my girlfriend so yeah absolutely!

2. You talked to an ex today, correct?

No.

3. Have you taken someones virginity?

Yep.

4. Is trust a big issue for you?

Yeah. It takes me a long time to fully trust people. I’ve been hurt a lot.

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

No because she’s in ANOTHER STATE

6. What are you excited for?

To see my baby

7. What happened tonight?

Well last night I watched videos about Lolita fanshion and watched frozen 2 and then passed out lol

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

No. Live your best life doll face. As long as you’re being safe or have a friend to make sure you’re okay.

9.Is confidence cute?

It is. I love it when people show their confidence.

10. What is the last beverage you had?

Water

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

Only one and he and I barely talk anymore

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

Several!

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

Stay up late taking to my girlfriend and telling her how pretty I think she is

14. What are you going to spend money on next?

Groceries and maybe a new blouse

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

Nope

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

I hope to grow into a more positive version ofmyself ^.^

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

My mom or my gf

18. The last time you felt broken?

Last month

19. Have you had sex today?

I wish lol

20. Are you starting to realize anything?

I need to tap back into the things I used to really love

21. Are you in a good mood?

Right now? Meh.

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

Yes!!! That’d be so cool!!!

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

Fuck him. No.

24. What do you want right this second?

To be cuddling my girlfriend. I wanna sit on her lapppp

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

I’d say “fuck you” and block them lmfao

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

Nope

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

Nope

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

A giant ass cucumber at work

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

Yes. My girlfriend cause SHES SLEEPING

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

No

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

A little bit

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

I sure hope she does!!

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

Nope. I dabble sometimes.

34. Listening to?

Anything new and good

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

all the time at work

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

Yep

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Sort of. I believe in connection at first sight.

38. Who did you last call?

My mom

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

Myself

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

Because I thought it was our last kiss and it was but that’s okay cause they turned out to be a shitty person

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

So long. I miss those.

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

Nope

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

I feel like I constantly embarrass myself in front of her lol

44. Do you tan in the nude?

If I were alone sure

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

100% yes

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

Yep. My girlfriend

47. Who was the last person to call you?

My mom

48. Do you sing in the shower?

Sometimes

49. Do you dance in the car?

Noooooo

50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

I used to do archery so yeppers

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

I was....6 or 7??

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

Absolutely but I still love them

53. Is Christmas stressful?

Sometimes. It depends.

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

Yep!!! Homemade and delicious

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

Cherry or banana

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

Marine biologist

Paleontologist

Veterinarian

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yep!!

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

Yeah and they’re usually followed by feeling queasy or off

59. Take a vitamin daily?

Nope

60. Wear slippers?

Ew never

61. Wear a bath robe?

If I could I would

62. What do you wear to bed?

Nothing

63. First concert?

Some Christian dude. 0/10

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

Target!!!!!!

65. Nike or Adidas?

Both

66. Cheetos Or Fritos?

Cheetos

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

Both

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?

Ew

69. Ever take dance lessons?

I used to do ballet when I was a kid. Also hip hop and tap

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

Psychologist/book author

71. Can you curl your tongue?

Yep!

72. Ever won a spelling bee?

Once

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

Oh yeah. I get over emotional when ppl are nice to me lol

74. What is your favorite book?

None at the moment

75. Do you study better with or without music?

Without. I have a hard time reading with too much noise

76. Regularly burn incense?

I do!!!

77. Ever been in love?

Yep

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

Harry Styles rn

79. What was the last concert you saw?

Tim McGraw. I have country roots. I was forced. Don’t ask.

80. Hot tea or cold tea?

Cold

81. Tea or coffee?

Coffee

82. Favorite type of cookie?

Chocolate chip

83. Can you swim well?

I’m okay?? Not great. If I panic I’d drown lol

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Yeppers

85. Are you patient?

I try to be. Some say I’m extremely patient

86. DJ or band, at a wedding?

Both!!!

87. Ever won a contest?

Once

88. Ever have plastic surgery?

Nope but I wouldn’t mind getting a smaller chest at some point

89. Which are better black or green olives?

Green

90. Opinions on sex before marriage?

Hell yess. Let me learn what you like. I wanna know what makes you feel good!!!

91. Best room for a fireplace?

Bathroom

92. Do you want to get married

Yes!!!! I dream about being a wife and mom someday

[leggomylino]

[𝙻𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛… 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝…]

[𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚙! 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝟺. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍.]

❧

You wake up to the sound of your alarm going off. Again. You start to reach for the snooze button, but then…

Your eyes fly open. Jaemin.

Seriously, how many more times were you going to oversleep…?!

Throwing yourself out of bed, you shove your toothbrush into your mouth and begin frantically juggling outfits until you manage to put something together that you’re pretty sure looks okay, a plain button-up shirt with a matching scarf and a plaid skirt, a trendy vest thrown over it and some leggings. Basic black ballet flats. It’ll have to do, since you slacked off on laundry to get caught up in playing your copy of Ultrascape the boys had given you (they were so sweet, buying you your own copy). Tying your hair in low, neat pigtails and slapping on a bit of concealer, because the war on dark circles was a never ending uphill battle, you were out the door, clichely jogging to your car with a slice of toast hanging between your teeth like a middle school student.

So here’s the rundown: today, you were officially going to become independent. Today, you were going to tell Jaemin you were done hiding in your house like an introverted hermit. Today, you would be auditioning and scouting out Help Wanted signs, picking up flyers, and filling out job applications. And, furthermore, no longer would he be the one taking care of you; starting today, the tables would officially be turned. It was you who would be taking care of him.

Your first order of decree?: No more coffee. Drink some water, dang it!

Okay, (y/n). Just like we practiced, you thought, pulling to a steady stop at a red light. If you were going to talk down Jaemin, your speech has to be just perfect; he’d talk you out of it otherwise. “Jaemin, it’s so good to see you again. Last time you came over, I…” ...no, that’s too formal. “Jae, how are you?! Oh my gosh, I’ve been meaning to tell you…” ...Ew, what are you, a peppy fake cheerleader? Ugh.

By the time you pull into the driveway of the address Jae had given you “for emergencies only,” your speech is a jumble of words and emotions you aren’t even sure go together; but with a sharp breath of air and a wistful prayer skyward, you kill the engine and clamber out of the vehicle. Something will work itself out...it has to. It has to.

You stop halfway towards the door to get a good look at the house. It’s...kinda dingy looking. The last time you saw him was...it had to be...

Freshman year, five months ago. A few weeks before my health crashed. I came over to study algebra...but we ended up making s’mores in the microwave and watching Pixar movies instead. Heh.

You smile at the fleeting memory, still warm as those microwaved marshmallows and melted chocolate in your heart.

...But now wasn’t the time to be cheesy and get caught up in blasts from the past. Get it together, (y/n)! Time to woman up! 

Taking one last good look at the house (and cringing a little...what was that smell?), you seriously hoped you had the right address as you approached the doorway...Jaemin had moved into a frat neighborhood after starting college, and that memory from five months ago had been during the holiday season, at his parent’s house. You’d never actually been to his new house before...in fact, he’d insisted you not come around at all. “Emergencies only,” he’d insisted. Something about the area being a bit shady…

Regardless, you ring the doorbell. No use worrying about it now; you’re nervous enough as it is.

You notice there’s an old banana peel and a probably missing sock laying out by the doorway. The door itself is covered in chipped paint and a thin layer of grime... Also, there’s...a smell…it’s stronger now that you’re closer to the house.

At first it’s quiet. No response. You count to ten before ringing it again; with your sleeve this time.

…

Still quiet. Maybe if you knock? ...You really don’t want to, though...

Your hand is raised midair just as the door flies open. Your brain gasps. Jae…! ...min?

...This ain’t Jaemin. And if it is, he somehow managed to shrink in bone structure and dyed his hair orange without telling you.

“......”

“...Yeah?”

You quickly lower your hand, chuckling awkwardly as you place it behind your back. “Hahaha...sorry. I’m--”

He’s looking you up and down, then blinks a few times before cutting you off. “No thanks. We don’t want any.”

Don’t want any? You stop, blinking right back. “...I’m sorry?” 

“We already bought some from your friends in front of the convenience store.” 

You continue to stare at him. “What now? You bought something from Han and the others?” 

“Who??” 

“I want Thin Mints!!” You hear someone in the background yell. The boy up front rolls his eyes, yelling over his shoulder.

“I just bought you three boxes yesterday! I gave you all of my allowance money!” 

“Jaemin was stress eating last night.” 

“How the hell would you know? You were zonked out wasted.”

There’s a pause before the boy in the background replies. 

“...I was stress eating with him.” 

“......” Carrot-top groans.

“Um...excuse me…” you mumble. The boy before you turns back around, his eyes glaring. Wow, he was a bit intimidating for...however old he was. “I’m actually here to see him. Jaemin, I mean. My brother Jaemin?” 

“.........” He squints, his eyes as thin as the orange chip crumbles coating this shirt. “You’re not a cultist, are you?” 

“What?! No! He’s actually my brother! I mean, not by blood, but…” 

He tsks, sneering. “Yeah, that’s what they all say…” He’s starting to close the door. “Sorry, I don’t know if--” 

Suddenly he’s shoved out of the way by another face you don’t recognize, Carrot-top fading into the dank ambiance with an annoyed grunt. “I found it! Three dollars stuffed between the couch cushions...hope you don’t mind change.”

The stress-eating boy in the background? He’s...leaning out toward you in his boxers and a wholly worn t-shirt, holding a dirty chip bowl full of pennies and nickels and...was that a paperclip?

He holds up the paperclip, examining it in the sunlight; then he whips out a magnifying glass from thin air like some sort of magician. “You’d say this is worth...at least a ten cents, wouldn’t you?” 

You honestly don’t know what to think. Who the heck is this guy? “Uhhh…sure?” 

“Great!” he cries, holding out the bowl to you. “Now where are my cookies?” He’s looking around you for a wagon of Girl Scout cookies that’s nonexistent, and when his eyes land on your car, his lips pull upward in a satisfied grin. “Driving door-to-door. Very efficient. You’ll be top cookie seller in no time!” 

...Except you weren’t a Girl Scout. Seriously, who was this guy?! “Um, listen, I think there’s been a misunderstanding...I’m here to see Jaemin.” 

He blinks down at you, his lips pursed. “Jaemin? You his girlfriend or something?” He’s looking you up and down like the boy before him. “...Just so you know, there have already been five other girls this week all claiming the same thing. So choose your answer wisely.”

You scowl. Of course there has. “No, I’m his sister. Our families are very close. We grew up together.” 

“Ooooooooh…hahaha.” With a flick of his wrists the bowl goes flying back into the house; you’re pretty sure you hear a lamp breaking somewhere behind him. “Whoops! Sorry about that. You wanna come in and make yourself comfortable?” 

You glance around him, taking in the interior that matched the foul stench that’d been assaulting your nose for the past five minutes or so. You’d come in, but you didn’t know about being comfortable… Regardless, you step inside. 

The kid with the orange hair is sitting on the floor in front of the TV to your right playing Ultrascape, giving you wary glares of distrust and uncertainty over his shoulder. While you’re examining what a filthy pigsty the place is, you turn to the young man that introduced himself as “Hyuck” a moment ago to ask him where Jaemin is, only to find out him zonked back out on the couch, totally asleep and snoring (loudly)...well, now you know where Jaemin gets it from. 

You awkwardly stand around a minute making yourself as small as possible before, speak of the devil, Jaemin walks through the door, pulling off a pair of shades and squinting as his eyes adjust.

“Hey, I forgot my--” 

...aaaaaand he trips over a soda can. A curse escapes him through gritted teeth, and he begins scolding the carrotheaded kid before taking notice that one of these things is not like the other; i.e., the only sanitary thing standing in the house...you.

“Dammit Jisung, how many times do I have to tell you to put your cans in the recyc-- (y/n)?” He blinks at you in surprise, a bashful smile crossing his face. His whole demeanor changes to the kind, caring brother you’ve always known in exactly .825 seconds. A new record. “What are you doing all the way out here? Are you alright? You’re not hurt, are you? Feeling okay? Ahh, sheesh, this place is a mess! I apologize, I didn’t want you to have to bear witness to such...offense.” He turns to carrothead, who’s name you suppose is “Jisung,” scowling. “Jisung, pause your game and start cleaning up right now! Do you not see that we have company?! Go get the Febreeze!” 

Jisung takes his time pausing Ultrascape (was he on level ten already?!) and slowly removing his (quite expensive) headset, blinking lazily behind him before pointing right at you. Like you were some...thing. “So you really do know who she is?” He smirks. “I didn’t know you joined a cult.” 

It takes a pair of balled fists and one sinister glare of delivered promises before the kid is yeeting himself up the stairs, not in the mood to get his lights knocked out; but Jaemin still gets the last word in, just as he always does.

“Don’t be rude! And don’t point at people!! ...Aiyaiyaiyaiyai...”

He turns to you with a sorrowful, apologetic smile, gesturing towards the couch. “I’m so sorry about him. And for the mess. Please, have a se-- …”

You both glare at the only sofa in the small living quarters, that happens to be...still breathing pretty loudly.

“SnnnRRRRRKKKK...fwuuu...sssNNNRRRRRRRKKKK…”

Jaemin facepalms, rubbing his face with both hands. “I...apologize for him, also. Oh man, I was not prepared for this today--”

“It’s alright,” you finally chime in, giving him a reassuring smile. “It’s not like I told you I was coming. I’m just glad I caught you before work.”

“Oh, right, sh*t, I’m gonna be-- I mean!” He raises his brows, sealing his lips together. “...I...I’m really gonna be late if I...”

He looks between you and the door a few times before his shoulders sag, and he leaves his bag by the door. 

“Here. Let’s get this thing out of the way first…” With a heave he rolls Hyuck off the sofa, the boy landing behind the couch with a solid thud and and extra snrk!, revealing...more junk and a whole lotta chip crumbs. He laughs nervously, swiping them away as best he can to clear a space for you to sit. “I’m...I’m so embarrassed, honestly. I wish you would have told me you were coming…”

You awkwardly perch on the spot he “cleaned” for you, folding your hands in your lap; so far, not so good... “I know, I’m sorry, I--”

“Are you okay?” he asks, taking you hand as he pulls up a stool from...somewhere buried in junk. Seriously, this place is no better than a landfill…! “What are you doing here?”

He starts checking your forehead and resting his icy fingertips behind your ears for a pulse, and you shiver beneath his touch, shimmying yourself back out of reach.

“I-I’m okay, really I… First, I…” you swallow. The smell in here is really overpowering. It’s a bit hard to concentrate on anything else. “...well, okay, I’m fine. But second of all--”

“Oh, thank God. I thought something happened…” He sighs, standing all too quickly and beginning to walk towards the door. “Come on, this place isn’t sanitary. I’ll drive you home.”

“No, that’s okay, I drove here...Jaemin, wait a second--”

“You drove?!” Now he’s scowling like an angry mother bear. Uh-oh. This is going South fast. “You know you’re not supposed to operate a vehicle for another two months at least.” He runs his cold fingers through his previously neatly groomed hair. “Dang it, (y/n)...”

Welp, guess you were really doing this. Argument it was. “Did you not see my car in the driveway?”

“Jeno is always bringing his work home with him...I haven’t seen your car for a while, so I thought it might be yours, but...I was really hoping otherwise...shi-- ...shoot.” he finishes awkwardly. You roll your eyes. 

“You don’t have to keep censoring yourself for me. Listen, I came here because I really need to talk to you about something important.”

“We can talk on the way home. Get in the ca--”

“No!!” You put your foot down. Literally and...metaphorically. “I won’t! Not until we talk first...please.”

“......” He sighs, raising his hands in a motion that’s asking you to calm down. “Okay, alright...easy. Settle down. It’s not safe for you to get this worked up.”

You’re ready to tell him a thing or two, but at this point Jisung has returned with a can of off-brand Pringles labeled “Cinnamon Apple?? Febreeze,” but the moment he tries spraying it he comes to find that the makeshift squirt dispenser duct taped on top is jammed. He frowns and gives it a good shake or two before waddling over bapping it over Hyuck’s head, still zonked on the dirty floor, and the whole thing explodes, the boy falling back as a scent that’s definitely not Cinnamon Apple permeates the surrounding area. You all begin to cough.

“...Ow!” Hyuck cries between gasps for fresh air, delayed in his hungover state. “What the hell was-- ew, what is that?”

“It’s the stupid air freshener! Or it was,” sneers the youngest boy. Jaemin groans, swatting the air and latching onto your arm. 

“C’mon, let’s talk in the car.”

“No, no! I’m-- cough! --I’m fine,” you assure him. And you were, sort of, for pretty soon the original stench overpowers the faux Cinnamon Apple Fehell...the lesser of the two evils. 

With Hyuck and Jisung now quarreling over who’s fault it was the lethal concoction erupted-- “what kind of an idiot smacks a chemical around?!” “It wouldn’t have exploded if your head wasn’t so hard!” --you turn fully to Jaemin, gripping his shoulders gently to get his full attention.

“Listen. I’m fine, and I’m just going to come out and say it, because I know you need to get to work and I don’t want to keep you any longer than I have to.” You clear your throat. “I came here to check up on you today. I think someone should be taking care of yo--”

“Taking care of me?” He scoffs, shrugging you off and taking your hands in his, his thumbs stroking the tops of your hands gently. “(Y/n), seriously...you’re the one that needs taking care of, not me. I’m fine.” 

He smiles, and you’re sure this has to be the worse you’ve seen him, ever. Even worse than the day he came over and you first became unblissfully aware of all of this. 

“Now, let’s go before you catch a staph-infection--”

“Ugh, just listen to me!” You rip your hands away, standing your ground as best you can, though your courage is wavering. He blinks.

“(Y/n)...” He shakes his head. “I told you not to worry, I’m fine. No big deal, hahah…” 

“But Jae--”

“No, really, I’m...okay. I feel so silly right now, making you worry about me. I’m sorry.”

He may be laughing, but you can see right through his bullsh*t. 

“Everything is great!”

No. Everything is not great.

You certainly aren’t convinced, but you can’t get up the courage to fight him anymore; suddenly, in that moment, seeing his tired hollowed-out form and drooping eyes right in front of you, trying his hardest to laugh the pain away, you remember the whole reason you came over here. You’re reminded of all those times he’s come to visit you, taking care of you, cleaning up after you, paying for your hospital visits while balancing a student schedule and a full-time job… And here you are, stressing him out even more… You feel guilty that part of the reason he’s sick is your fault.

“Jaemin…” Your voice is fragile against the ruckus of the two boys fighting in the background, as well as the impending pressure of your objective versus the shame you feel. “I want to get a part time job. I want to get myself back out there again. I need to pay you back for all that you’ve done for me, and I don’t want you fretting over me anymore. It’s not healthy...let me be the one to take care of you instead.”

Hey, that wasn’t so bad.

[𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚙! 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘--]

“A part-time…” His face is one of nearly horrified disbelief. Like you’d just told him you were running away to China and marrying some guy you just met off the street. “Out of the question. A hundred percent out of the question.”

[...𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛. 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.]

“The doctor said--”

“I know what he said!” you yell. This is seriously starting to piss you off, screw the modest approach! “But I’m fine, honest! Unlike you...I should be the one helping you now! And I’m going to go crazy being cooped up in that house any longer, I need to get myself back out into the world again. Slowly,” you interject, holding a finger up to his open mouth of protest. You begin to deflate just a little, willing yourself to calm down as you feel your head start to spin. “I’ve got it all planned out, okay? I’ll start off nice and small, and work my way up from the bottom. I’ll...work in a library, as a shelf-stocker. Or I’ll be a bookkeeper for a small hole-in-the-wall restaurant. Someplace quiet that isn’t chaotic or fast-paced or demanding.”

“.........” 

Is any of this getting through to him? You have no idea. You’ve come to notice that the whole room has gone quiet; even Hyuck and Jisung have stopped attempting to strangle each other long enough to stare at the two of you in curious wonder. 

Jaemin, on the other hand, doesn’t look too happy...even though he’s doing his best to keep smiling for you. “(Y/n), I told you. Everything is great. Please stop worrying about me, your doctor said--”

“Everything is not great, Jae. Look at this place!” You gesture wildly around you, at the stains on the walls, the junk on the floor, the mysterious dark liquid dripping into a tin bucket from the ceiling...you were way too far on the losing end of this battle. You were grasping at straws here, you had to convince him, you had to prove yourself, you had to--! ...Honestly, you’re going to need to take a shower when you get home to get the stench of stale Fehell and-- ...

...And then you gasp, a lightbulb going off.

That was it. This was it! This place. This place was...is a pigsty. Jaemin is your brother. You want to take care of him and be able to see him more often and pay him back for his kindness and for taking care of you, and you want to prove to him that you can take care of yourself. You gotta do something. 

And you knew just what that something was going to be.

“Why don’t you hire me, then?”

You don’t know why, again, but the two boys eavesdropping both gasp, Hyuck more so than the other one. Their heads both go whirling toward Jaemin.

He looks at you, perplexed and almost dumbfounded. Like you just told him you were marrying that Chinese guy whether he liked it or not, and he wasn’t invited to the wedding. “What? Hire you...?” His face turns away from you, considering hundreds of possibilities for what that could possibly translate to...only to come back up at you with “error.” “(Y/n)…what are you talking about?”

You gesture around the room again, trying not to vomit or pass out from the smell yet still. “I’ll be your housekeeper. I’ll come in once or twice a week and straighten up a little here, tidy up there, wash the dishes, vacuum the floors, do the laundry. I can cook and do the shopping and come whenever you guys are out so I’m not in anybody’s way. You don’t even have to pay me, unless...you wanna buy me dinner or a milkshake from time to time.”

You finish off with a wink, hoping to sell your out-of-the-blue proposal, and by golly...by golly, he’s…

He’s genuinely considering it. You can see that his first instinct is to flat-out tell you no and to go back home and rest like he normally does, but as his eyes scan the living room where Jisung’s back to being engrossed in his XBox with Dorito stains on his shirt and Hyuck is passed back out on the floor from...whatever the heck he was involved in the night before, and there’s just nastiness everywhere (except for you, the light in the darkness, a legit angel come to show him the way out of the fiery pits of hell tunnel)...you can see it. He’s coming more and more to agreeing to this idea. 

[𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚙! 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝟻. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍.]

Come on Jae, come on…! This could be a win-win; you get a clean house, you can stop smelling gym socks and tripping over cola cans and last week’s laundry trying to get in and out of the house, and you can even keep a better eye on me since you’re so busy and my house is way out of your way on the other side of town...I’m gonna prove you wrong, though, just you wait! Say yes...c’mon, say yes!!

“Well...I’d have to call Renjun and Jeno first to confirm it. Then everyone has to agree on it, or at least majority ruling. But…” He smiles. Completely genuinely this time. “...I’ll think about it.”

...Th-Think about it? That’s not exactly the answer you were looking for, but…

“Boo!” Hyuck whines, magically awake again. He slumps over the back of the torn, coke-and-sauce-stained sofa, tossing the empty can of Pringles-Frehell at Jaemin, who dodges it easily with an annoyed glare. Hyuck just shoots him one right back, propping his elbow up and resting his chin on his palm. “I vote that we let your pretty sister stay. We could seriously use some help around here, if you haven’t noticed…”

He waves a finger around the surrounding chaos, and Jaemin rolls his eyes. “We wouldn’t if you’d learn to pick up a broom and--”

“No way, I’m too busy with practice! And my personal life!” He turns to Jisung, who’s back is still turned, tuned out on...was that level fifteen?!? “Jisung! Hey, JISUNG!!”

Jisung raises his shoulders, visibly cringing as he looks behind him to glare. What he does best, apparently. “What?!” he yells over his headphones.

Hyuck cups his hands around his mouth. “DO YOU WANT (Y/N) TO STAY TOO?!”

“...” He looks away, zoning back out into his game. “I don’t care. Do whatever you want.”

“...He votes yes,” the older boy concluded, giving a half-hearted shrug.

Now it’s your turn to seal the deal.

❧

[𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚍𝚘?  ➤𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝   𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢    𝙱𝚊𝚐    𝚁𝚞𝚗 ]

[ 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑  𝙰𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚢  ➤𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎  𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎 ]

❧

You turn pleading eyes to Jaemin.

“Jae...Jae, please…”

He frowns, curling his upper lip. “No…(y/n), don’t do that...you know I can’t--”

“Please!!” you cry, dropping to your knees. He rushes down to make sure you’re just being overdramatic and not actually having an episode before heaving a deep, heavy sigh, pulling your head against his chest.

“...Okay...alright, alright! But!!” he insists, silencing your excited cry of joy. “There are going to be some strict rules to regulate your health and safety. We’ll discuss things further after I’ve talked to Renjun and Je--”

“Oh, thank you! Thank you, Jae!!” You squeal and kiss his cheek, hopping to your feet and doing an ecstatic little jig while giggling. Hyuck smirks while watching you, a questionable expression crossing his face that makes Jaemin go on high alert.

“Say, what’s a guy gotta do to get one of those~?” he asks, sending a wink your way.

Jaemin catches it before it has a chance to reach you, shoving it back down his throat. 

“Touch her or try anything at all and I’ll be sure to hear about it. Got it? Bro code excluded.”

He could only nod feverishly, rolling his eyes the second Jaemin turned away.

“Ready to go, now? I’m...seriously late for work.”

You mimic the feverish nod in reply, following him out the door. ❧

[𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎? ➤ 𝚈𝚎𝚜    𝙽𝚘]

[𝚂𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊… 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛…]

[(𝚢/𝚗) 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎.]

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𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚢 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎  → 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 |  [𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝙹𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚡 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡]

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. :(( 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙿 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢...)

[ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙱/𝚈 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 //  ➤ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙰/𝚇 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 ]

[euphoricethan]

Summer of ‘70 - E.D (au)

Summary: as Ethan and his twin brother are sent to visit their grandparents in Shelby Indiana for the summer, Ethan becomes best friends with Y/n —and catches the love bug— in just a matter of two short months.

A/N: listen to All Right Now if you’d like.

Word count: 2.8k

“Come on Grayson! Let’s go!” Ethan yelled at his younger twin brother, gripping onto the worn-out handlebars of his white and red Huffy Banana seat bike.

Grayson sprinted from the front screen door, not wasting any time to grip his very own bike that was a dark forest green.

“What took you so long?” Ethan asked, quickly racing ahead of his brother to try and get to the field before they had started playing Red Rover.

“My zipper got stuck!” He called out, struggling to keep up with Ethan.

He let out a wheeze, gliding against the black concrete with both his hands free from the high bar.

He was showing off, only because he knew Grayson wouldn’t be able to do it or catch up to him even if he tried.

“That’s no fair E! You know I can’t go that fast or I’ll have an asthma attack!” He ignored him at first, before he turned to face him with his tongue sticking out as he turned the corner to the big grass field.

Grayson petaled behind him, huffing and puffing just to get there in time.

They threw their bikes down before fully stopping, running closer to the end of large kids —to their loss— who were already playing the game.

Ethan shoved past the littler kids, finding his way to join him and Grayson’s friend who had lived in Indiana; Sam.

Sam was a year older than them, twelve, so his mom let him sit in the front seat sometimes. He was so lucky.

“Red Rover, Red Rover! Send Eleanor Higgins right over!” Y/n screamed, locking arms with three other girls who looked their age.

Eleanor sprinted over to them, unable to get past them and stumbling to the floor.

“Who’s that?” Ethan asked, eyeing Y/n from across the field with her hair pulled to left side of her head in a low ponytail with a bright blue scrunchie holding it together.

“That’s Y/n. She got her as soon as school started last year.”

Holy smokes; she’s pretty. Ethan thought to himself, not able to take his eyes off her.

Beck, Sams crush, and neighbor to Ethan and Grayson’s grandparents, called someone’s name, and everyone at the other end of the field watched the little boy run towards them but fall right on his butt after one attempt.

“Make sure if you get called, don’t run towards Y/n, she’s strong like Batman!” Sam hollered over the raging ten and eleven year olds that stood beside them.

After the boy had fallen and was out, there was a long awaited pause between both sides of the grass, before the four girls had started whisperering back and forth.

They all nodded, coming from their huddle to lock arms again.

“Red Rover, Red Rover! Send Grayson Dolan right over!” Beck yelled, and he watched as Gray’s face was wiped of all the color it had left in it.

“Go Gray! They called your name.” He shoved him a little, causing his fanny pack to jiggle.

“E, I can’t run,” he breathed out showing Ethan his empty pack that usually held his inhaler.

Looking over at the four girls that linked arms and continued shouting for Grayson, he took initiative as the older twin to take one for the team. Though, he was going to have to give up his pudding.

“I got this,” Ethan said before sprinting as fast as he could towards them, not listening to Sams past words and directly running at Y/n and Beck to try and un-link their arms.

With the wind of the hot summer day carrying his skinny eleven-year-old body, he managed to tackle into Y/n and knock not only her but himself on top of her.

Beck was still standing, watching the whole thing with wide-eyes and trying to fathom the fact that Ethan Dolan himself had taken down the infamous Y/n in Red Rover.

“Ew, get off me!” Y/n screeched, shoving her petite hands at his chest. (She was afraid of getting cooties.)

He was on back on his feet before he realized what he had done, and now, standing even closer to her, realizing that Y/n was ever prettier up close than ever.

“Why are you staring at me?” She asked, her brows furrowed together and giving him a dirty but yet confused look.

“Oh— um, n-nothing. I was just— there’s just, a, leaf in your hair.” He pointed out, glancing over her shoulder slightly to gently pull the crisp leaf from her hair, tugging a brushed out strand of Y/n’s hair as well.

She watched him do it, wondering why she’s never seen him at school before. Wondering why he even dared trying to run for her at Red Rover.

“I’m Y/n. Are you new? Like did you just move here or something? Are we neighbors?” Y/n questioned him continuously, not caring if Beck and the other girls wanted to keep playing.

“Oh I— I’m Ethan.” He stuttered out.

“And no, I’m not new. I’m visiting my grandparents with my brother Grayson. The one with asthma.”

“Oh yeah, ass-muh kid and his twin brother.” She grinned, looking over to Grayson who still managed to have his hair in the neat side part his mother had placed it in before their flight.

As for Ethan, he didn’t like it. He despised it actually; shook it out with his fingers as soon as they boarded.

“Do you wanna come to the river with Beck and stuff later? My mom said it was okay.”

His lungs attacked at his heart, banging on it quickly while he tried to choke out the simple words: “I’ll ask.”

She nodded, turning back to Beck and the other two girls while they continued playing as nothing ever happened.

Ethan, who was unable to comprehend that the girl he liked? Who he thought was pretty? Who had an attitude? had asked him to the river.

He had never been to the river, Grayson was too scared to go with him, and every time he wanted to do something, it was always either “Grayson this...” Grayson that...” or his grandmother saying no to his crazy antics and telling him to eat his dinner.

He was tired of it.

He was tired of eating awful lasagna at four pm and watching television until it was seven o’clock and him and Graysons bed time.

He wanted to do something adventurous. Something crazy.

Maybe he could do that with Y/n...

As soon as him, Grayson, and Sam had settled on the front porch swing of his grandparents house, he had franchised a plan.

He wasn’t going to tell them about going to the river. They would say they were going to stay the night at Sams house, and would head back to Beck’s house where they said they would meet and go together.

That is, if Grayson was on board. He didn’t like being adventurous as much as Ethan, and was attached to their moms hip 24/7 it’s hard enough getting him to come to Indiana each summer.

And even if he was, and he genuinely wanted to go, they would have to run it by the elders of the house.

It would be out of character for Grayson to actually want to do something like this. Not so much for Ethan. He was constantly pressuring Grayson into doing things just because he was younger and more fragile.

They were never going to believe it. Because let’s look at the facts: they didn’t have life vests, no adult supervision, and no swimsuits since it slipped their minds when the twins decided to pack their own bags without either of their parents overview.

“Grayson. It’s not that hard. Just make up your mind.” Sam told him, fiddling with the glass soda bottle in between his legs.

“I-I don’t know guys. I mean, we don’t even have life vests!”

“Nobody said you have to swim, just either come on and hurry up, or go inside and watch The Brady Bunch.”

He contemplated it, not wanting to sit through the horrid —what felt like eternity— of time spend with his grandma knitting and getting all sweaty from the plastic couch cover.

“Fine. But I’m not going in.”

And from there, there was nothing but quick footsteps, bicycle petaling and heavy breaths were heard until they turned the corner to Becks house where the four colorful bikes were sprawled out on the front yard.

“Hey e-tee.” Y/n chuckled, leaning back on the steps with her hands propped up on another step and giving Ethan a despised look.

“What?” He asked.

“E-tee. Like the name your grandma calls you?” She laughed harder now at her own joke.

“H- how do you know that?” He wasn’t scared, so why was he stuttering?

Why are you stuttering? He asked himself, unable to think of an answer.

“That doesn’t matter.” She stood up and grabbed ahold of her handle bars. “You comin’?”

Ethan nodded, now at a loss for words while following Y/n to the river.

As soon as they arrived and cut across two neighborhoods, three supermarkets, and a dense forest, they had made it.

“This is it ass-hats.” Y/n announced.

Ass-hats? He thought.

His feet talked more than his lips, following her towards the cliff-like edge where she stood blankly looking out at the raging water.

“Don’t get too close. You’ll fall.” She flashed her sparkling eyes at him. “Or fall.” And she shoved him a little.

The water was too loud for him to say something about her eyes before she was pulling the scrunchie from her hair and letting it fall as it pleased.

He was astonished. It was even prettier than before. She was even prettier.

“You’ve got a staring problem.” She rolled her eyes tossing the hair accessory into the dirt, soon to follow with her socks and shoes.

He didn’t mean to be a creep, but he couldn’t help but knit his brows and watch as she stripped of her overalls and was left in some boys underwear and the red tank top she was wearing.

“Why are you wearing boy underwear?” He asked.

“Why not?” She wondered why he had asked, since it was normal for her to wear her brothers’ clothing.

Y/n was the third child, —wild, that is— and is the younger sister to her two older brothers.

They had little to no money, which lead to their move to Indiana. And since she was lucky enough to have food on the table and a roof over her head, it was no big deal she wore her older brothers’ outgrown clothing.

Ethan looked down at himself, trying to remember what underwear he was wearing.

Normally it didn’t matter, since no one would see it, but since he wasn’t going to get his nice shorts his mother had just gotten him, and he definitely wouldn’t go naked, it meant he had to go in his unders.

He stripped from his shorts, and looking down, he placed his hands over his wee before Grayson started going off on him.

“You’re not actually gonna go in there right?”

Ethan’s head snapped back at his brother. “You don’t have to if you don’t wanna. Just don’t complain to me about it.”

Y/n was waiting for him on the edge, her hair flowing off her shoulders, glistening at him; mocking him.

He looked over at her, then back at Grayson, then to her again. She reached out for his hand, he hesitated, but took it anyway and slid his fingers with hers until they were locked together.

She leaped forward just past the rocks, and he stumbled behind her, flailing into the water that soon covered him head to toe and cooled his firey skin.

Once they popped back up, he realized their hands were still locked, and so did Y/n. She shimmied free, and left him feeling chilly like he was back in New Jersey in the dead of winter.

“Why you look so funny?” She asked, her eyes staring hard at him with her brows still pulled together.

“I don’t look funny. You do.”

She laughed. “Whatever. Let’s go again!”

And they did. Over and over again. They climbed up the dirt hill, —which soon turned to mush after they did it so many times— locked fingers, and jumped off the ledge.

All while Grayson sat with Beck on a log somewhere far while she talked his ear off about how cool it was having a fanny pack and an inhaler.

Weeks later...

Now, with it being over 102° and no one —including Ethan and Grayson’s grandparents— willing to let four eleven-year-olds into their home for them to destroy it, the four had built a treehouse over the past few weeks and had needed a few more supplies.

“Pull!” Beck screamed, struggling underneath her father’s big fan he had bought at the auction last fall in hopes of getting it into the treehouse.

Y/n was little to no help, sitting in the shade cris-cross from Ethan while they played cards.

Grayson however, was pulling with as much power as his scrawny arms had in them, his ribs burning and chest on fire just trying to get some air flow.

“You aren’t even helping!” She yelled, and Grayson was red at the face, he didn’t even know it.

“I am! I just— can’t!” He tried pulling again, and soon felt the fan suddenly being on top of him, crushing him even more than his body was doing.

He somehow got it off him, breathing hard as he took a few puffs from his inhaler and stared up into the sky.

Ethan climbed up next to him. “You’re such a wuss.” He remarked, only to start a new game of gold fish with Y/n

“I know you are, but what am I?” He snapped back.

“If you aren’t a wuss, then tell Y/n that you like her!”

It got quiet between the four of them, Y/n’s cheeks turning a dark shade of red while all she did was look at Ethan wide-eyed.

Beck cleared her throat, trying to break through the thickness of utter silence and plug the big fan into the outlet.

“Ta-da!...” She gave up some type of simpathy smile with her eyebrows pulled together a little, and her lips forming some kind of remorse.

Ethan did nothing but look at Grayson, ready to betray his mothers rules that strictly prohibited him beating the shit out of Grayson for no in particular reason.

But oh, he had a reason.

He was the only other person (besides Sam of course) who knew about him having a crush on Y/n. He told them in confidence, after getting back from the drive-through with Sam’s parents and older sister Marine.

He was furious, upset, had butterflies in his stomach, and scared to death that Y/n wouldn’t want to be his girlfriend; or worse, his friend.

“Ouuu, Y/n’s blushing!” And everyone turned to her, even Ethan.

“Am not! It’s hot in here and you guys are making me uncomfy!” She hid her face in her knees.

“You like Ethan! Admit it! You like him! No— you love him!” Beck yelled, doing a little dance with a big smile on her face.

“No I don’t!” Y/n was mad. But nothing else.

She did like Ethan. So much, she wrote about him in her diary she hid inside her pillow case where her brothers wouldn’t find it.

She wrote about how he made her feel. She got butterflies and everything.

Today when I was at Ronnie Richardson’s house, Ethan told me when Ronne was in the kitchhen that he wanted to get marryied. Just like me. I think I liek him. Or love him. I dunno, my parents say that babyies form in you’re stomek like butther flyies. I some times feel butther flyies in my stomek whem I’m with Ethan... (Augest 23th, 1970)

Y/n was scared to like Ethan, because her brothers told her boys were mean, and only wanted you for babies.

But Ethan made her have babies —or butterflies— in her stomach when he didn’t even do anything.

“Y/n and Ethan, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in the baby carriage!” Gray and Beck sang in unison, sticking their tongues out at the two who sat in shock in the other end of the treehouse.

The fan blew around them, pushing all the awkwardness from out from the previous minutes out the wood cut outs. And before they knew it, they were huddled around on the floor playing a four-way game of Crazy 8’s.

To be continued...