#I tried so hard to make it prettyyyyyy

[canisonicscrewyou]

Guys what the fuck did I just make

I need you all to know I tried SO hard on this

[rekursor]

i still can't figure out how i wanna take notes and journal (physical/notion/obsidian)

i've spent what the last 3 years of my life? trying to figure out the "way that works for me" to write things down and i CAN'T

i've tried notion, notion is great, i can make databases and write notes anywhere and have a decent structure but i always feel like redoing and improving and the constant "improvements" take up so much time. not to mention i'm so bad at making things look pretty

there's obsidian which is great for my adhd bc lack of structure

OR IS IT?

it took me like idk a year and half to actually be able to use obsidian somewhat healthily but the anxiety of losing things is still there bc now i have a very loose structure

now ofc the last option is the one i've tried the hardest to stick to, a physical diary. this ones appealing bc PHYSICAL DIARIES ARE SO PRETTYYYYYY but also notion has its own aesthetic bc of how much online spaces have romanticized it

the problem with a physical book is the lack of organization and ability to change / edit things and not being able to search efficiently. this is why i keep getting turned off by it. i've tried bullet journalling but even that gives me too much anxiety

ultimately i need to balance all my aesthetic desire (physical diaries are cute to write itno, notion lets you make REALLY pretty pages and obsidian makes me feel really smart but the last isn't as improtant so it's more notion vs physical for aesthetics)

on the other hand organizing information is an issue. notion is easy to organize into but i constantly rework systems which takes too much time, physical books are REALLY hard to organize a lot of info in. obsidian is great bc i can throw things in and find SOME way back i guess

the BIGGEST issue is searching old information, this partially depends on your structure and how well defined it is but like a physical system is simply NOT going to work. you'll have to index like crazy, notion can help with a structure and some searching, obsidian is great for this as long as you link smartly or find a somewhat basic system to retrieve information

but having a lot of lists, juggling hobbies, needing to write informational notes, track friendships over time, remember what i did throughout the day, having short stories about things that happened to me, writing notes on videos i saw and papers i read... all of this is so hard to boil down into a single system and hard to divide into multiple bc i can't figure out where to draw the line.

in conclucions my adhd sucks i hate it.

[mazeinthemiroh]

Hello! i was wondering how Ateez would act around their s/o before they start dating? (So a crush au hehe) thank you!

how ateez act around their crush

genre: fluff

word count: 0.8k

warnings: none

pls like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3

hongjoong

i see hongjoong as being very smiley and confident around his crush. he always tries to initiate conversations with them as a way of getting to know and spending more time with them. he's not one to stand on the sidelines and admire them from afar. he's mostly confident in himself and while he gives them shy smiles he always finds himself coming back for more. as a way of getting closer to them, he gently teases you about things and strives to make them laugh. he's just so good at finding common ground.

seonghwa

he is more on the shy side but he doesn't show it as much as some of the other members. he will just be all smiles and give his crush starry eyes without even knowing it. when in conversation with his crush, he would always find ways to weave in compliments here and there. this isn't part of his plan and through no volition of his own, but he can't stop praising them for whatever they have done. or saying, quietly and softly, how pretty they look today. i think his sickly sweet attempts make his crush very evident.

yunho

in his mind, he treats his crush the same as he would any other human being. but as time goes by he realises that he is incorrect. he notices different changes: sweaty hands, warm cheeks, the unbearable, incurable need to make them laugh, because oh god does he love their laugh. so without even knowing it, his go-to tactic, despite being a bit of a shy boy, he will use his confidence in his humour to make them happy around him. and his heart flutters every time they giggle at one of his jokes <///3

yeosang

now he is the shyest out of them. he doesn't really know what to do with himself but he usually catches himself staring at his crush for wayyyy too long, making it evident to the people around him that he has eyes for this one particular person. and he'll probably get caught staring too rhbdbdnskdhbd. yeosang having a conversation with his crush is the cutest thing to ever witness; he has a shy but beaming smile on his face as he listens to what his crush has to say in absolute fascination.

san

i feel like when san has his mind set on something, or someone, he likes to just go for it head first with no regrets! so he likes being open and tries to show off his best qualities to his crush. he wants to impress them! and i think his feelings for his crush would be fairly obvious because of how much he singles them out. he would always go up to them first, for instance. also, san would want to initiate any physical touch in his relationship with them. so he might randomly wrap an arm around their shoulder and pull them closer to him as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

mingi

mingi is insanely giggly around his crush. he's so freaking adorable i can't breathe right now. he wants to be more playful and bubbly with his crush. he's always trying to avoid eye contact with them but he also wants to look at them a lot because they're so prettyyyyyy and so he ends up making eye contact a lot which he gets super flustered by, it's actually hilarious to watch. his ears turn bright red and he has a massive grin on his face. he feels like a shy schoolboy. he has no idea why he's acting the way he does when he's around them until he realises his feelings.

wooyoung

wooyoung treats his crush like he would treat his best friend. he'll tease them relentlessly. he likes the banter he shares with them. his natural charisma makes it hard for people not to be drawn to his personality, despite him saying that his personality is 'a bit rough woof'. he'll also make excuses to be with them and spend more time together, to the point where they become suspicious of his feelings for you. he wants to share things with his crush and make memories with them early on so that when they look back on their time with him you can draw from many experiences.

jongho

is another one who wants to impress his crush. he just doesn't know how to go about it. so he will try to use his social skills to the best of his ability. he may be one of the quietest but he has a lot of spirit and a lot of charm. he's got a mixture of being really confident and also the shyest person on earth. i can see him being daring, looking deep into his crush's eyes as they speak to him, and make some jokes here and there. or he will be reluctant to even look at them in the eyes once. there's no in-between, it depends on what type of person they are or if he is aware of his feelings for them yet.

[burnedbyshoto]

cooking with the todoroki’s!

“hi, and welcome to today’s latest edition of cooking with the stars!! we are so excited to present to you, the public, the stage the world knows least about! the kitchen of the one and only endeavor and his family! today, we are please to inform you that not only do we have the former number one hero, endeavor-san, but we also have his eldest child, fuyumi-san, an esteemed grade school teacher! his middle child, natsuo-san, a genius medical student, studying under the branch of psychology! and of course, the newly debuting pro hero himself, shouto-san! we will be cooking one on one with each of them, I hope you enjoy the program!”

Enji:

— it’s rough

— everything burns

— by everything, I sort of wish I was joking

— enjis patience runs thin when it comes to cooking, there’s no real reason why he gets so impatient, but he does, and if you cook something at 1000000°F for one second is the same as cooking something at 400°F for two hours, right?

— a total fish out of water in the kitchen, he has the presence of an ox in a china glass store, and he will definitely rely on you because he is ✨incompetent✨

— all in all, while his food is disgusting in terms of professional value, it’s edible

attempted meal: kuzumochi

score out of ten: 5/10 (edible, a little too burnt)

Fuyumi:

— literal goddess of warmth, home, and good food

— she definitely wears cute aprons and when you cook with her, she has matching ones for the two of you to wear

— super supportive at what you’re doing, as long as you’re doing it right

— just because she’s the sweeter todoroki sibling doesn’t mean she isn’t a todoroki and if you mess up/a clutz, expect her to take over and demand you watch her carefully

— she is however someone who enjoys making new recipes and will often love when you come over and be her test taster

— always makes bunch of extra food so you and her entire family can eat leftovers for a week

— definitely cries with a proud smile when complimented on her food

— her food is unbeatable

attempted meal: mapo tofu

score out of ten: 19393820492810/10 (mothers, beware)

Natsuo:

— why people think doctors (& doctors in training) have the cooking skills of a god are beyond natsuo

— natsuo knows how to make one meal without having to read instructions, and can you take a wild guess as to what that is?

— cup ramen, duh.

— as much as the similarity pains him, natsuo is a bit like enji in the kitchen. sorta just stands there, but without the impatience and awkwardness

— he’s involved the entire time, even if the entire thing blows up in his face, he’s smiling, laughing, joking about what’s to come

— never been good at not tasting the meal while it’s cooking, so make sure you always cook more than enough because he will eat most of the meal while “tasting it”

— to this day will cower behind you when you cook anything with oil in case it goes POP but don’t you dare tease him about it make sure to tease him about it because his face will always turn oh so read

attempted meal: gourmet (aka broke college kid) ramen

score out of ten: 7/10 (he somehow knows how to make it taste not cheap)

Shouto:

— someone pray this boy, i’m not kidding

— shouto is the most incompetent person in the kitchen because his tastebuds are severely fucked up, and when I say severely I mean it

— everything tastes all right to him, perfect even, so if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s aware enough to know that chicken isn’t supposed to be raw and pink, he would think it was okay

— he easily takes charge of projects in the kitchen, even if he’s aware he’s bad at it, because that natural stubborn leader in him

— he absorbs everything you say, yet still manages to mess up

— but that’s okay, it’s always easy, sweet, and fun cooking with him because he’s quite experimental with his fire side when it comes to cooking, and the two of you often will use his finger like a fire gun to blaze your meals

— he always, always tries to attempt the hardest version of meals because he knows they taste the best, even if your level of expertise in cooking (and he will always bring down the level of savory to every meal no matter how hard you try to counter his work) so expect some prettyyyyyy inedible foo

— the kitchen is not his friend but shouto doesn’t realize it

attempted meal: buckwheat cold soba noodles

score out of ten: -193039/10 (it wasn’t even edible??? why was the noodle expanding??? WHY IS IT MOVING?!)

[bensboynton]

What about a blurb or head cannon with drunk Rog telling you he loves you for the first time and doesn’t remember it the next day x

oh shit, i love this prompt so much

warnings: fluff, unedited, i don’t think i swore? but putting the swear warning just in case

word count: 824

drunk roger blurb

“you’re so prettyyyyyy!” roger slurred as he slung an arm over y/n’s shoulder. the girl laughed and tried to support half of the weight that he was pressing onto her frame. 

“thanks, rog. how about we get you to bed, huh?” the girl asked, her question being met with an enthusiastic nod from roger. 

she giggled softly as she led the stumbling blonde man through the halls of his apartment, setting him down on the edge of his bed. y/n quickly busied herself with grabbing some comfy clothes from roger’s dresser, humming a queen song they had played at their concert. 

roger went a little too hard at the afterparty of their concert that night (freddie was the enabler). y/n had predicted this, so she stayed perfectly sober just to prepare for this. it had happened before. 

roger was a cute drunk, which is why y/n wasn’t surprised to turn around to find roger sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her with wide eyes like he was a child. 

“you should join the band.” he stated matter of factly, throwing himself back onto the bed. he spread his arms and legs out and let out a deep breath. y/n couldn’t help but laugh. 

“oh yeah? you think i could measure up?” 

roger agreed with a soft “hmmph” and y/n laughed again. she grabbed his hands gently and pulled him up to look at her, and she pulled his vest and button-up shirt off his body swiftly. she slipped on a comfortable t-shirt and did the same with his pants. 

y/n grabbed a wet washcloth to try and wipe some of the grease and grime from the nightclub off his delicate face. she stood between his knees, finally being taller than the lanky man for once in her life.

she continued humming, barely noticing roger’s intense staring. 

his hands wrapped around her waist as soon as she was finished, and he pressed his face into her stomach through her shirt. the girl let out a chuckle before leaning into him more, letting her forearms rest loosely on his shoulders and clasp behind his neck. 

“c’ mon baby, you need to get some sleep. you’re gonna have a killer hangover.” 

y/n gently pulled back the covers and roger gingerly crawled under them, his eyes snapping shut immediately. she sighed softly and smiled, her heart melting with how much adoration she felt for her boyfriend. 

she grabbed her phone and keys off roger’s nightstand, starting to walk out, before he reached out and grabbed her wrist. 

“please stay.” 

y/n tried to think of an excuse not to, just to save face, but she couldn’t. she wanted to stay too bad. 

y/n had stayed at roger’s a bunch of other times, so this really wasn’t out of the ordinary. she quickly changed into a t-shirt of roger’s that fell about halfway down her thigh before scrambling into bed because of the goosebumps pricking her skin. 

roger immediately turned over and nuzzled into her neck, smelling her flowery perfume. “you smell good.” he whispered. he was a very honest drunk, as well. 

“you smell like alcohol.”

“i know.”

“just making sure you knew.” 

“i love you.”

the words echoed out into the dark room, reverberating against the ribs in y/n’s chest. he just said i love you. her heart was pounding so fast in her chest she was scared she’d have a heart attack. 

she was about to return the favor, to say “i love you too” but she heard soft snores coming from the man she was holding in her arms. 

oh well. a topic for another time. 

“love, can you grab me a glass of water so i can take this advil?” 

y/n nodded quickly and grabbed the advil from the nightstand on her side of the bed, handing it to roger who quickly downed it and laid his head back on the pillow. 

y/n chewed aggressively on the cuticle of her nail, causing roger to cock an eyebrow with his eyes closed. “stop biting your nails. it’s a bad habit.” he mumbled. 

y/n almost couldn’t stop herself. 

“i love you too.” she blurted out breathlessly. roger’s eyes flew open as he looked her body up and down. 

it was like a wave of realization rolled across his face. his eyes lit up in excitement as he sat up to look at his beautiful girlfriend. 

“so that wasn’t a dream…” he mumbled in disbelief. y/n grinned and shook her head no, before roger grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to straddle his lap. 

“i love you more.”

“i love you mostest.”

“that’s not even a word.”

“i know. i have so much love for you there’s not even a word in the english language to describe it.” 

roger took a pause to soak in y/n’s statement. a genuine and full grin quickly found it’s way to his lips. 

“touché, y/n. touché.” 

[allthingsmachinegunkelly]

Imagine #5

Its been three days since you and Kells slept together at the hotel. The tour was almost over. The last show is tomorrow tonight. 

You had talked to Kells, of course, for work and stuff, but not a word was said about your night together. It hurt your feelings a bit that he hadn’t tried to get to know you more like he said he would. You didn’t even really understand what he meant by that. You don’t think he wants a fuck buddy especially after telling you that you mean more than that to him, but he hasn’t tried to sleep next to you at night, or hang together with just you two, or kiss you, which you missed. Hell, he hasn’t flirted once with you which is conflicting because you don’t know whether to initiate anything or if you should leave him be. He’s hard to read. 

Its the last calm night on tour as we're on the bus traveling through the night to the next venue. Tomorrow night we will all be partying and celebrating our last show on the tour and you’ll be flying out the next day so you know this could be your last chance, at least for a while, to see if he is still interested in you. Once the tour is over, there are a few days of downtime before Kells’ schedule will pick right back up again with making music and starring in movies. 

Its about midnight and the guys are all laying in their bunks. You and Kells are the last two who are chilling on the couches in the back of the bus. You are across from him on your laptop. You’re both sitting in silence. You look up from your screen at him and see him just scrolling on his phone. You’re almost waiting for him to look up at you, but he doesn’t. You sigh and close your laptop. You set it aside and get up slowly, making your way to Kells. He still hasn’t looked up. 

You sit on the couch a couple feet away from him. You wait for him to acknowledge you but he hasn’t. You crawl towards him and just as your about to lay your head on his lap, Slim walks into the bathroom, which seems to startle Kells. He gets up quickly and stretches. 

Through a yawn, he says “I’m goin to bed dawg.” He seems to be talking to Slim. He’s completely ignored you. What the fuck? You don’t want to get upset because he might just be tired so you fight back the tears behind your eyes. You roll over on your back and call it a night too. 

---------------------------------------------------

Kells just got done with his last show on tour and everyone’s headed to a club to celebrate. 

The club is crazy, the music is booming and the alcohol is flowing. Everyone is having such a good time, even you. You love to dance. Kells ignoring you last night hasn’t seemed to have the biggest affect on you, but the drunker you get, the more your emotions are getting to you. 

Everyone is in the VIP section but so many girls have been invited in by the guys that you’ve lost sight of Kells. You sit down on one of the couches and sip your drink. A very tan girl with jet black hair and blue eyes plops down next to you, almost spilling her drink on you. 

Trying to yell over the music and slurring her words, she says, “Oh my god, this is crazy!”

You smile at her.

“He’s so fucking hot.” she says as she points with her pinky at Kells. He’s doing shots with some girls across from you. “Do you like work with him?”

She probably assumed that because you're the only girl in the VIP section that hasn't shoved your tits in his face. “Yeah,�� you reply with a fake smile.

She spins to you quickly on the couch, clearly drunk ,”Gawd, please tell me you’ve fucked him.” 

You laugh as you look down at the ice left in your glass, “No, but even if I had, it wouldn’t mean anything.”

“But you’re so prettyyyyyy, get the fuck on it girl, I sure am”, she says as she gets up and dances towards Kells. 

You feel your stomach drop as you watch Kells wrap his arm around her. He’s falling all over the place and drinking straight out of a bottle of Ciroc vodka. The girl with black hair turns around and pushes her ass into his crotch. She starts grinding on him. 

He dances with girls all the time, it’s nothing new to you, but you do feel little betrayed. He told you he was into you. He fucked you. He saw you at your most exposed state. At this point you were just hoping he wasn’t going to take her or any other girl back to his hotel room.

You looked away for a few seconds to scan the VIP section for a bottle of vodka. You found one and poured some into your glass. When you looked back over to Kells, he was sitting in a lounge chair and the girl with the black hair was on top of him. She was sitting on his lap with her legs draped over his. They were deep in a very messy kiss. 

You had seen enough. You pulled yourself off the couch, downed all of the alcohol in your glass and tossed it onto a table. Your heels clacked against the ground as you walked away quickly. 

You caught an Uber back to the hotel. 

-------------------------------------------------

The next morning you woke up with a hangover. You popped a couple Advil and got your stuff together to get ready for the flight back home. 

You knocked on all the guys’ doors, waking them up. 

You all arrived at the airport. All the boys were way more hungover than you were. They looked like hell, Kells especially. You didn’t bother to see if he had brought a girl home. You barely bothered to talk to him. 

The flight was a long and quiet one. There were a couple stops along the way. You mostly tried to avoid sitting next to or having to see Kells if you didn’t have to. He hurt you and you weren’t going to get over it in a day. 

You finally arrived in Cleveland at about two in the morning. It had been a long and uncomfortable few flights. 

Everyone’s on their way to Kells’ house to meet with Ashleigh (MGK’s manager) before they make their way back to their houses. 

“Feels fuckin good to be home.” Kells says as he drops his bags on the floor. 

Ashleigh is waiting in the kitchen for everyone. She goes over Kells’ schedule for the next couple months. Once she’s finished everyone heads home. Kells heads upstairs and you stay around to talk with Ashleigh. She heads out once you’ve finished. You stick around to type out the schedule. You’re always losing loose papers and you need to stay organized so you can stay on track and keep Kells on time. 

You’re sitting on the couch typing. You can feel your eyes getting heavy. You’re trying to fight the heaviness but you give in and fall asleep. 

You’ve been sleeping for a couple hours. You’re eyes flutter open. You look around and see that it’s about four a.m. You get up and head to the kitchen for some water. You close the fridge, making a loud click.

“Jesus,” Kells says leaning over the banister. He starts walking down the stairs.”I thought everyone was gone.” 

 “I fell asleep. I’m gonna head home though.” You have an apartment in Cleveland and with not being there for a few months, you’ve been missing your bed. 

“No, it’s fuckin four in the morning, just stay here,” he shakes his head as he adjusts the band of his sweatpants. He’s shirtless and his hair is messy. You must’ve woken him up. 

“Uhhh,” unsure of what to say you stall. “I’m ... I’d just rather sleep in my own bed, but thanks.” You’re having trouble looking him in the eye because when you do, you just picture him with his tongue down that girl’s throat. 

“You can sleep in my bed.” 

You look at him, you can’t believe he said that. “No”

“Why not? It’s comfy.” he scoots out a bar-stool from under the island’s bar. 

You huff and slam your water bottle on the counter. “I’m sleeping in your bed, but I’m sleeping alone.” 

“That wasn’t the deal” he chuckles.

“Well fight me for it then,” you say sarcastically but with attitude as you walk around the island. You scoop up one of your bags and head upstairs to his room. 

You close the bedroom door and pull your shirt over your head and undo your bra. You slip your jeans off and dig around your bag for your pajamas. 

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself. You grabbed the wrong bag. You look around his room for something to throw on. You see the t-shirt he was wearing today. You throw it over your head. It smells like him and hangs down below your butt cheeks on you. Smelling him angered you. You didn’t want to smell like him all night. You needed your own clothes.

You step out of his bedroom door and peek over the balcony of the stairs. You don’t see him so you trot down the stairs quickly towards your bags. You find your other suitcase with clothes and bend down to dig through it. 

You hear the toilet flush and Kells walks out of the bathroom that’s behind you. 

You quickly realize your ass is exposed, “fuck”, you stand up quickly with a pile of clothes in your hand. 

“What’s up”, he says as he walks past you. 

“Nothing,” 

He turns around towards you. “You look good in my clothes.” 

“I grabbed the wrong bag,” you scoff as you avoid eye contact with him and turn towards the stairs. 

“Don’t know why you can’t change here, It’s not like I haven’t seen it.”

You stop and look him in the eye. You’ve become so annoyed with him lately because he seems to be playing you. You’ve been holding in your feelings for a couple days now and it’s too much to hold in. 

“Fine.” You turn towards him and drop your clothes on the ground. Quickly, you rip his shirt over your head, leaving you standing in front of him in just your thong. You throw his shirt at him roughly. You bend down, swipe your clothes off the ground and pull your shirt onto your head and down your body. You slip your thong from your hips down your legs. You kick it to the side and pull your favorite velvet shorts up your legs. 

“What did I do?” he asks, seemingly confused and holding his shirt. 

“More like what you didn’t do,” you reply sternly.

“What?” He replies quickly. 

You roll your eyes, “ever since we fucked you’ve just been avoiding me, pretending like it didn’t happen, even though YOU said you were into me. Like yeah, I’m a little confused because you made it seem like you wanted something but I guess you didn’t”

“It was the end of the tour, we’re all fuckin tired.” He argues.

“Okay but you’ll barely look at me. You said I wasn’t just a fuck for you but that must be what you tell all the sluts you sleep with to get in their pants.”

He throws his hands in air,” you weren’t! What the fuck you trynna say? That I used you or played you? Nahh, I told you some personal shit. I told you I was feeling you after this heartbreak I didn’t think I’d get over. I’m fucking sorry for not wanting to rush into it.” He’s using his hands a lot, like he normally does when he’s mad. 

“Don’t fucking pretend like I've been the only girl on your mind. What about last night, huh? I bet you brought that girl back. You seemed to be feeling her, more specifically her mouth with your tongue.”

Kells looks confused again,”but she didn’t mean anything.That’s the difference between you.”

“Okay, but if I did wouldn’t you think that I probably didn’t want to see you all over some girl right in front of me?”

“Ya know what, fuck this.” He says as he heads to the stairs.”

“Colson?” 

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he says as he stops a couple steps above you. He turns towards you, “You really think I would’ve played you? You?” He motions to you with his hands. “We work together, I wouldn’t want to fuck that up, that shit is awkward and fucked up. You’re not just some random girl. I do like you. What more do you want me to say?”

Your voice gets louder and higher as he still hasn’t denied sleeping with the Kardashian look-alike from the club. “I don’t know?” You say sarcastically. “Tell me you haven’t fucked somebody else since you slept with me! That’s what I want to hear, because then I’ll believe you.” 

He takes a deep breath as he looks down, he slowly looks up at you and says calmly. “I haven’t been with anyone else since that night with you. Anything else you want me to tell you?”

Your heart starts beating faster as relief washes over you, but you still need to clear something up. “It’s... I-”, you look down at your feet, “I just thought what we had was really nice, I enjoyed it.” You look back up at him. “And that night on the bus, I really wanted to just be close to you, not even sex, and you,” your voice getting quieter, “you just blew me off and it hurt my feelings. It made me feel like you’d changed your mind about me.”

There is silence as you’re waiting for him to answer. 

“I didn’t mean to make it seem like that.” He rubs his forehead and pulls his hands through his hair, clearly a little stressed. He lets out a sigh. 

“What?” You ask him quietly.

He looks into your eyes, “I didn’t want the guys to see.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry, but they really like you and with my reputation, I don’t want them to think I’m gonna hurt you. It’d be like fucking their sister or something. They wouldn’t let me”.

You let out a small laugh, “I agree.”

Caught off guard, “what??”

“I don’t want them to know either.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you sigh as you move up a couple steps so that you are eye level with him. “I don’t want them to worry I might break your heart.” You say sarcastically, smiling.

“You’ll never break my heart.”

“Oh, so you think I’m gonna stick around?”

“I got you on lock.”

You laugh, "I don’t know about that. 

“I do.” He says as he kisses you sweetly on the lips.”You know you want a piece of this,” he says as he opens his arms and points to himself. He turns to walk up the rest of the stairs. 

You follow him. 

He turns to watch you coming up the stairs. He leans over the railing to the side of the steps with his forearms bearing his weight. When you reach the top of the steps he stands up straight and you walk to him. He turns to you. 

Softly, he says looking straight into your eyes and placing his hands on your waist, “see, I told you.”

You slowly start kissing each other, fighting over dominance with your tongues softly. You let his tongue win. You feel it’s warmness move around your mouth softly. As he pulls his mouth away from yours you suck on his tongue as it slips out of your mouth. Before he pulls his tongue away completely you bite it softly and release it slowly. His hands pull you into him gently. He’s being very sweet. You take in the taste of him and he seems to be content with just enjoying yours rather than trying to rip your clothes off. Your hands are around his back. 

His hand slips down your velvet shorts to squeeze your ass. He is still kissing you softly. Your hand moves around his waist to the front of his stomach. You slowly and teasingly slither your fingers into the waistband of his briefs, tugging at them, you let your hand slide into them. You feel his throbbing boner and start stroking it softly.

Your legs squeeze together as feeling him grow, makes you wet. Your lips release from his and your forehead drops into the crook of his neck as you let out a breathy moan. Still rubbing and stroking his boner, you lift your head to whisper in his ear, “I love that I can make your dick hard, but it makes me want you so bad.” That was enough for him.

Rather than saying anything, he just grabs your arms and waist and spins you around so that your stomach is up against the railing of the balcony. He pushes your back down so that you are bent over. He pulls your waist back into his. You take a step back so that your arms are resting on the banister. He pulls his sweats and briefs down exposing his hard dick. He grabs both sides of your shorts and pulls them down to your ankles. His fingers glide down your ass from behind and slips them between your wet folds. 

“I can see you’re ready for me baby.” He slaps your ass cheek making it jiggle to his liking. 

He positions himself at your entrance. He slowly enters you, gliding deeper and deeper inside you until you feel his pelvis against you. You whimper in pleasure. He starts thrusting quick and hard, hitting your g-spot with every one. You are unable to control your moans as they are loud and long. The pleasure is so intense that you have become close so quickly and apparently so has he. You hear him groaning and breathing heavy behind you. You scream in pleasure as you feel your walls clench around him as your legs start to buckle underneath you. Kells continues thrusting hard, causing the most euphoric orgasm you’ve ever had. You feel a warm liquid inside you as his thrusting becomes slower. He lets out a moan of satisfaction and release. The thrusting stops and he pulls out of you. You remain bent over at the railing trying to catch your breath. A loud hard slap against your ass cheek leaves a red mark as he clearly couldn’t help himself. 

You stand up slowly, turning to watch him walk to the bathroom. You kick the shorts off from around your ankles and slip the shirt over your head and follow him. When you get to the bathroom, you see him turning on the water in the shower. He turns to see you standing in the doorway naked. You watch him as his eyes scan your body from top to bottom. You pass by him to feel the shower water, it is hot like you prefer it so you step into the stream of water. Steam has already started to fill the bathroom. You let the water run down your face and through your hair. Kells steps in behind you. 

You can feel him against your back. You pull your head out of the water and step back into him. He lays his arms around you from behind. While he's still holding you, you turn to face him and you wrap your arms around his waist, holding him tight. 

His warm damp skin feels so good to rest your cheek on. He lays his cheek on top of your head. Your bare skin against each other and his strong arms around you makes you feel warm and protected. You don’t let go of each other. You both say nothing and just listen to the sound of the running water. 

[thalia-amongst-the-thorns]

OCKiss #5- Drunken Kiss

Party People

(Sasha/Ed)

The reflection staring back at Sasha is wild. Face flush, unruly cotton candy fluff hair spotted with chip crumbs. Their favorite lime green eyeshadow melting off into a sweaty mess on their dark cheek bones, Frosted Rose lip shimmer streaked across their chin and the rim of the red plastic cup cradled in their hand. Eheh, they looked sooooo cute, like a soupy clown, like a cute little soupy clownnnn. The heat in Sasha’s cheeks spikes and a flicker of yellow with splotches of orange spreads over their neck like a persistent rash.

“Ooooh no-no no no”, they giggle, waving a finger unsteadily at their reflection. “You stop that right now, soupy clown, you don’t-don’t want people to— “, their voice drops to a whisper, least someone outside hear, “—to find out your secret identity.”

They try to focus, can’t, finish off the last of their drink because they are probably just thirsty, got distracted trying to figure out what the sharp tang was (grape soda with vodka? Peach schnapps and blue Gatorade?), realize their shoes are missing and check the medicine cabinet and find a used nail file, and are half-way through buffing their toenails when someone pounds at the bathroom door.

“Occ-uuu-pied”, Sasha sing-songs. The pounding increases in tempo, rattling around in their head. Sasha stumbles, yanks her sandal off and chucks it at the door with a satisfying clunk. Oh, goody, that’s where they got to! “Wait your turn, pleases and thanks yous!”

“Christ Sasha, can you open the door?”

Oh. Oh-oh-oh they knew that voice. Sasha skids back to the mirror, wipes away the stray shimmer and eyeshadow, only now there’s Rose Frost on their cheeks instead. But it looks cute as hell as a highlight, so it’s really a bonus. The bathroom lock is stuck and Sasha jiggles and pulls at it before they lean against the door in exhausted frustration and it abruptly swings outward, sending them tumbling headlong into what feels like an animated lamppost, all long and gangly and hard. 

“Eddy!!!” Sasha yells over the swell of music, hanging onto his shirt front. People are pressed in around them, the party still going strong. Ed glowers down, down, down at them, grabs onto their shoulders to steady them.

“What were you doing— “

“Where did Marcos go, he said he’d watch the door?”

Ed blinks, confused. Oh, he looked so cute when he was confused, a bemused giraffe with red wire rimmed glasses. “He said you needed help?”

“What?” Sasha blurts, then suddenly realizes what a smarty-smart Marcos was. Wasn’t Sasha just telling him how disappointed they were that Eddie was avoiding everyone and sulking in a dark corner? “Why yes”, they say self-assuredly, “yes, I do need help.”

They proudly point at their face where they can feel the dull warmth of the glow as it creeps up their neck to their ear. Ed starts in concern, glances anxiously around but no one’s paying them any attention in the chaos of a flock of frat boys having a chug off. Still, Ed positions his considerable bulk between Sasha and the room, blocking them from view. Soooo considerate.

“Sasha, you know I can’t actually help with that, right? Aren’t your powers, you know— “, he casts about for the right description, “—an ‘alien mood ring’, or whatever?”

“Oh, you remembered!!!” Sasha claps their hands in delight. Sometimes they worry that Eddie doesn’t pay attention to the important bits when they chat at him during patrol.

Eyes narrowing, Ed bends down, sniffs loudly at Sasha’s mouth and frowns. He speaks on a long sigh.

“Are you drunk?”

“Maybeeee, but only a teensy bit.” They pinch their thumb and forefinger together to demonstrate just how not drunk they are. “Just had some of the punch, only a cup or three, it’s de-lic-ious!!” 

“What happened to the list?” Oh deary, Eddie sounds annoyed again. A new song starts, something with a lot of throbbing bass, and Sasha bounces along to the beat, pulling at Ed’s arms to get him to join in. Regrettably, he remains stubbornly rooted to the spot so that he looks like a giant marionette as Sasha swings his arms for him.

He continues, nonplussed, “I thought you said your body couldn’t digest milk, nuts, glutton--do you even know how alcohol effects Esnexians?”

“My Pa drinks all the time.” At least, they’d seen him open wine at dinner. But maybe that was just so they could pour Dad a glass? “Besides, it’ll only affect me half as much then. You need to relax Eddie-- you should try some, it’s part of the experience!! All the best college movies have drinking in them!!”

“I fear for the future of the education system.” His eyes dart to the ground. “And it wouldn’t really, uh, make a difference if I did. I can’t get drunk. Invulnerability extends to the small stuff, too.” 

“Oh, that’s terrible”, Sasha moans. 

“Horrible.” His tone is deadpan, but an odd look passes over his face. He sounds like he’s talking to himself when he says, “I can’t taste, can’t feel anything, really. Everything’s just been dulled for years…”

It was strange seeing Eddie without the cool mask of cynicism. He tried to avoid talking about his powers, but from what Sasha’d gleamed it was more of a pain in the butt than people excepted, not being able to feel things. Seeing him being so vulnerable made Sasha want to wrap him in a warm blanket with a mug of hot coco and mini marshmallows, but he probably wouldn’t like that.

Oh.

Wait

Oh yes, that was brilliant!

They release his arms and clasp a hand on either side of his face, straining on the tippy-tip of their toes to do so, and even than it’s a wobbly attempt. Despite an expression of weary fear, Ed bends forward obligingly so that they’re both eye level. 

“Eddie.”

“Sasha.”

“Eddie”, they say with as much gravitas as they can manage with double vision. “Just because your powers suck doesn’t mean you suck.”

His mouth is open to respond but Sasha’s faster, smashing their mouth to his enthusiastically. Teeth bump jarringly and Ed’s hand automatically grab their waist as Sasha overbalances. His palms are large and warm on their bare skin, his lips soft with the faint waxy taste of chapstick.

With a smacking sound Sasha pulls away for air, beams into Ed’s dazed face. He looks like a building fell on his head—they’d seen it’d happen before.

“So”, they say, booping his nose, “did you feel that?”

Ed’s fingers briefly press against his lips curiously. He smiles softly (a real one, not sad at all!!) before his eyes widen in alarm. “Is that supposed to happen?”

Following his gaze down, Sasha’s sees their skin is now a radioactive grape soda purple glow that pulsates lazily. Little freckles of pink bob in and out of the stream, like the lava in a lava lamp. Fascinated, they hold their hand up in front of their face and giggle at the hazy reflection in Ed’s glasses.

“Oh, I’m prettyyyyyy!!”

“Put it out before someone sees!”

Instinctively they both glance about. A guy in sweatpants and nothing else stands barely five feet from them, staring back with glassy eyes. An awkward moment passes and the guy shrugs, stuffs the remains of a brownie into his mouth and pushes past into the bathroom.

Booming laughter shakes Ed’s frame, startling Sasha into a giggle fit of her own. His laugh isn’t like his normal voice at all, full of adorable snorts and wordless gasps. After a while he’s pulled himself together enough to stand and take Sasha’s hand in his. He’s too tall to sling their arm over his shoulder, so settles for letting them curl it around his waist instead.

“Let’s get some fresh air”, he says, chortling still.

Sasha stumbles along next to him happily. “Sounds fun!!”

[artificialqueens]

wingwomen ch4 (trixya, shalaska) - lale

All of the amazing comments on this so far have made my week!! You’ve all made writing this the best experience, I love you all! I hope you enjoy this part :)

“It’s like a double date!” Trixie said gleefully to Alaska. They were walking back home now that the school day was over, and she was brimming with excitement. She linked her arm through Alaska’s, glad for the 10 block walk they shared before they went their separate ways.

“It’s only lunch,” Alaska reminded her. Trixie pouted.

“It’s a big deal! I’m actually going to get to talk to her,” she pointed out.

“Sharon doesn’t even want to sit with us,” Alaska said. “She said no, Katya said yes. She might not even do it.”

“She said maybe when I asked earlier. And I saw how she was when you were over there, it didn’t look like she didn’t like you. Honestly, she looked kind of shy.”

“I still don’t see why you couldn’t have come with me. I made an idiot of myself in front of her,” Alaska whined.

“I’d already talked to her! She would have been overwhelmed,” Trixie said.

“Whatever. I still don’t think she likes me, she didn’t even talk to me. Thank god Katya’s so chatty. She’s really funny, actually. I like her,” Alaska said. Trixie sighed dreamily.

“God, when she lit her cigarette with Sharon’s? So hot! How does she make smoking hot? Tell me what she was saying. Did she mention me?” Trixie said, remembering the way Katya had winked at her when Sharon had been helping Alaska light her cigarette. She had the most gorgeous smile, with full red lips that Trixie wanted to kiss senseless. “

“I mean, she didn’t explicitly mention you. But I think she likes you! She kept looking at you before I went over,” Alaska said carefully.

“Do you really think she likes me? She might just think I’m a freak,” Trixie said, voicing the worry that had been niggling in the back of her mind. She’d been trying so hard to make friends with Sharon for Alaska’s sake that she’d been able to suppress her anxiety over the likelihood of someone as gorgeous and, apparently, funny, as Katya being attracted to her. Being a cheerleader might have made her vaguely ‘cool’, but she was still known as a nerd who tried hard in class. She was still chubby, and wore a lot of makeup and always had big hair. There was no real reason why Katya would like her.

“Oh, shut up! You’re the furthest thing from a freak. You’re more of a weirdo,” Alaska said fondly.

“I’m serious! For all we know, you and Sharon are going to ride off into the sunset together for your happily ever after and I’m going to get totally rejected by the most gorgeous girl in the world!” Trixie wailed dramatically. Alaska shoved her gently by the shoulder.

“Don’t be such a drama queen, she definitely likes you. Besides, me and Sharon aren’t going to ride into the sunset together. She’d have to actually talk to me for that to happen.” Trixie sighed, infuriated by Alaska’s refusal to accept that Sharon didn’t hate her. At least she’d actually sat with Sharon for a while, even if Sharon hadn’t said much. Trixie still hadn’t even spoken to Katya!

“Why are you being so cranky?” she asked, frowning at Alaska.

“I’m not! God, you’re being a bitch,” Alaska whined. Something dawned on Trixie.

“Oh my god,” she said, “do you need a cigarette? How much of that one did you smoke???”

Alaska wrinkled her nose. “Do I smoke now?” she asked.

***

Sharon dragged her feet as she approached her locker. Her last class before lunch had gone by far too quickly – a very rare feeling for her in school – and now she had to face Alaska and Trixie. Thank god Katya would be there too; if she didn’t have a buffer between them she thought she might have lost her mind. Okay, maybe Trixie wasn’t as terrible as she’d first thought, and she’d always thought Alaska wasn’t as bad as the other cheerleaders, but not hating them and actively wanting to spend her lunch break with them were two very different things.

As she got closer to her locker, she realized that Trixie and Alaska were already there, apparently waiting for her and Katya. Probably to avoid Sharon sneaking away before she could make good on her promise to sit with them, she realized. Alaska was leant against the locker, one long leg bent up at the knee and her combat boot pressed against the metal of the lockers. The rest of the cheerleaders all wore their sneakers all day – Trixie’s were pink, of course – but Alaska wore her boots until practice. It was one of the things about her that had caught Sharon’s attention.

Trixie was stood next to Alaska, pressing what looked like stickers, or maybe band-aids, onto Alaska’s arms and looking hilariously forlorn. As she got closer, Sharon could hear their conversation.

“I definitely don’t need nine nicotine patches,” Alaska drawled, trying to peel one off of her wrist. Trixie smacked her hand away.

“You’re going to get cancer! I should never have sent you over there, it’s my fault,” she said sadly. Sharon couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. She knew Alaska had never smoked before yesterday. It was kind of cute that she would go along with her and Katya so eagerly in her eagerness to please. She just didn’t really understand why Alaska and Trixie and were suddenly so determined to make friends.

“You’re blocking my locker,” she said when she reached them. Alaska whirled around, quickly ripping the patches from her arm.

“Sorry!” she said, moving to the side so that Sharon could open her locker. She tossed the nicotine patches at Trixie as she tore them off, and Trixie shrieked when one hit her in the face. “Ha,” Alaska said with a smirk, pointing to one that had stuck to her chest.

Trixie turned to face Sharon. “Does my nipple look weird?” she asked, a serious expression on her face as she pointed to the patch stuck to her shirt.

“Very weird. I think you need doctor,” came Katya’s voice from behind her. Trixie’s cheeks immediately flushed scarlet, and she picked the patch off with a nervous-sounding laugh.

Oh. Sharon smirked to herself. If Trixie was smitten with Katya, that would explain her sudden attempts to make friends with the two of them. But where did that leave Alaska? Of course, everyone knew Trixie and Alaska were best friends, totally inseparable. Was Alaska just tagging along to be a good friend, there to distract Sharon while Trixie got to talk to Katya?

Katya broke her out of her thoughts by waving a hand in front of her face. “Sharon? Is there something in locker?” she asked. Sharon realized she’d been staring into her locker, stood completely still. She closed the door quickly, and Katya flashed her a smile. “Let’s eat! I’m starving,” she said, leading the way towards the cafeteria. Sharon took a second to steel herself, preparing for a lunch spent with two cheerleaders – and, really, who would’ve thought even a few days ago that this would happen – and followed.

***

Bozo 🤡: that went so well! Sharon’s pretty cool

Queen of the snakes 🐍: yeah. you don’t think she was hating it the whole time?

Bozo 🤡: No!!! She actually smiled at you, didn’t you see?

Queen of the snakes 🐍: no? did she really?

Bozo 🤡: yeah!!

Bozo 🤡: Katya’s so funny. Isn’t she so funny?

Queen of the snakes 🐍: she’s totally insane. Do you think any of the stories she was telling are true?

Bozo 🤡: Russia’s a weird place.

Queen of the snakes 🐍: yeah, but do you really think they make them do interpretive dances about Putin for gym class?

Bozo 🤡: i don’t even care. She can tell me ridiculous stories all she wants.

Queen of the snakes 🐍: you’re disgustingly smitten

Bozo 🤡: 😍😍😍

Bozo 🤡: you think they’ll come to lunch with us again tomorrow?

Queen of the snakes 🐍: you can go ask them before practice

Bozo 🤡: I suppose. Don’t want you to be tempted by a cigarette [skull emoji, eyes emoji]

Queen of the snakes 🐍: you’re such a moron

Bozo 🤡: FUCK i can’t have lunch with you guys tomorrow

Queen of the snakes 🐍: ????

Bozo 🤡: i have a club meeting

Queen of the snakes 🐍: oh shit

Queen of the snakes 🐍: they might not even want to eat with us tomorrow, anyway

Bozo 🤡: I’ll ask anyway. Maybe I can get away from club early and come sit with you guys for a while!

Queen of the snakes 🐍: i don’t want sharon to get scared off if we keep bugging her to hang out

Bozo 🤡: she won’t get scared off! i really think she’s coming around. We’re basically friends now

Queen of the snakes 🐍: you just want another chance to stare lovingly at Katya, dork

Bozo 🤡: she’s so prettyyyyyy

Bozo 🤡: i just wanna like pet her hair and have her tell me crazy stories in Russian

Bozo 🤡: and then she can sit on my face 😍

Queen of the snakes 🐍: yoU’RE DISGUSTING I HATE YOU

***

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: why did you say we’d have lunch with them again???

Red scare: it was fun!!!

Red scare: I know you like her

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: they’re so full on, they make me tired

Red scare: i see you smiling!

Red scare: she like you. Just ask her to come play with your ouiji board [winky face]

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: shut up!

Ooky spooky 👻: im not going to lunch with them tomorrow

Red scare: yes!!!!

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: no!!!!

Red scare: 😡

Red scare: please??

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: you fucking owe me

***

Sharon took her time walking to the cafeteria the next day for lunch. She’d been half expecting to find Alaska and Trixie hovering by her locker again, but they’d been nowhere to be seen. Katya hadn’t been around either, so she’d been left to walk to lunch by herself. She’d considered ditching them – she’d rarely eaten in the cafeteria before Katya showed up, mostly taking her food outside and chainsmoking her way through lunch alone – but she knew Katya would give her shit if she didn’t show up.

It wasn’t as if lunch with Trixie and Alaska had been awful. They weren’t the dumb bitches she’d thought they were; Trixie was quick witted and would whip out comments that would take them by surprise before making them laugh – or scream-laugh, if you were Katya – and Alaska had a perfect deadpan delivery. But Sharon still couldn’t help but feel nervous around them. Logically, she knew they were nice girls, but there was still that voice in the back of her mind telling her that they were playing some trick on her, pretending to be her friend so that they could humiliate her.

She shook her head, trying to clear the negative thoughts. She needed Katya to talk her out of it; she had an uncanny ability to sense when Sharon was thinking too much and know just how to distract her. Although, maybe it wasn’t so much an uncanny ability – maybe Katya could recognize when Sharon was starting to worry because she knew how it felt. Sharon remembered how they’d first met, on Katya’s first day at school – Katya huddled in one of the small alleys behind the buildings where Sharon liked to sneak out to for a cigarette when she really needed one between periods, hands shaking as she tried to light a cigarette.

Katya hid her anxiety a lot better than Sharon did, she thought. She doubted anyone would look at someone so cheerful, funny and loud and ever suspect the crippling panic that lay just below the surface. Sharon felt protective of her, in a way – she’d seen what they hadn’t, and she knew how incredible it was that Katya kept up such a warm, positive exterior. It was why she and Katya had become such good friends so quickly.

Now, though, it seemed that she wasn’t the only one who Katya had made friends with. Sharon stood by the cafeteria entrance, watching Katya and Alaska laugh together. They were sat alone at a table in the opposite corner of the room; she couldn’t see Trixie anywhere.

Alaska and Katya seemed to be getting along great. Katya was beaming at her, gesturing wildly with her fork before collapsing into a fit of screeching laughter when it tangled in her wild hair. Alaska was laughing too, that gorgeous smile on her face. Sharon barely ever saw her smile like that, unless she was with Trixie. Alaska was easily the quietest of all of the cheerleaders, and definitely the least conventional. It intrigued Sharon; she wanted to know what had drawn the quiet, funny girl she remembered from middle school to the most popular clique in high school.

But why would Alaska be interested in talking to Sharon? She had Trixie and all of their other friends. She had Katya now, too. Maybe Katya would end up joining the cheerleaders, too, and Sharon would be left alone again.

Sharon turned on her heel, heading away from the cafeteria. She didn’t have much of an appetite anymore.

***

Red scare 🚬: where are you???

Red scare 🚬: are you coming????

Red scare 🚬: Trixie isn’t here either

Red scare 🚬: is everything okay?

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: sorry, something came up

Red scare 🚬: Willam said she saw you in cafeteria. Did something happen?

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: no, im fine

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: its nothing

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: you and Alaska looked like you were having plenty of fun by yourselves

Red scare 🚬: why didn’t you come sit?

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: i didn’t want to interrupt

Red scare 🚬: no!

Red scare 🚬: you not interrupt

Red scare 🚬: you’re my best friend

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: sorry

Red scare 🚬: don’t be sorry

Red scare 🚬: 😘

***

Every day the next week, Alaska and Trixie were joined for lunch by Sharon and Katya. Alaska was surprised that Sharon had turned up so often, but she’d seen her every day since the lunchbreak she’d spent with just her and Katya. It was probably all down to Trixie – she was so determined to prove to Alaska that she could be a good wingwoman for her, so she’d probably been hassling Sharon to keep showing up for lunch. But today Trixie had a club meeting, so Alaska had taken it upon herself to make sure Sharon turned up. Maybe she was letting herself get carried away, but she thought she’d started making a connection with Sharon. Getting to know her had only made her like her even more, and she didn’t want to lose the tentative friendship they’d formed. She couldn’t bear to go back to watching her from a distance during cheerleading practice.

Alaska hovered by Sharon’s locker, looking around the busy hallway for any sign of her distinctive blonde hair. When she spotted her walking towards her, she couldn’t but grin. Sharon was strikingly beautiful, with her bleached blonde hair and piercing eyes surrounded by smudged black makeup.

“Hieee,” she said in greeting, stepping aside to let Sharon get into her locker.

“Hey,” Sharon replied, a smile that almost looked fond on her face. “Where’s Trixie?”

“Club,” Alaska said. Sharon’s face fell as she opened her backpack.

“Oh,” she said. “Katya has to meet with the guidance counselor.”

“Oh,” Alaska echoed. She understood Sharon’s uncertainty – Katya and Trixie were definitely the louder two of the four of them. Without their best friends as buffers, Sharon was probably wondering what they’d even have to talk about. Still, this was her chance – the first chance she’d really gotten to talk to Sharon alone. “Well, we can still-”

“I just remembered that I have to do something,” Sharon said quickly. She tossed her books into her locker and slammed the door shut. “I’ll see you around, okay?”

Alaska blinked at her in surprise. “Oh, um. Sure, okay,” she agreed, swallowing down the lump in her throat. Of course Sharon didn’t want to have lunch with her. Why would she? Katya was her best friend, and she even got along better with Trixie since Trixie had started her friendship campaign in their social studies class. Alaska was just the added extra she had to put up with to spend time with them.

“Wait!” she said, lunging after Sharon as she started to walk away. Sharon looked over her shoulder at her. “You’re still coming to the party at Laganja’s tonight, right? After the game?” she asked. Trixie had brought up the party earlier in the week, and when Katya had immediately said yes for the both of them they’d spent the evening freaking out to each other on the phone. Alaska had been planning her outfit in her head for days; she couldn’t bear it if Sharon bailed now.

“Yeah, I suppose so. Katya really wants to go, so,” Sharon said, shrugging. Alaska forced a weak smile onto her face. Sharon wasn’t as enthusiastic as she’d hoped she be, but she was still coming. That was all Alaska could ask for, really.

“I’ll see you there,” she said, waving at Sharon’s back as she retreated down the hallway.

***

Red scare 🚬: Alaska says you ditch her today for lunch??? What happened??

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: what was I supposed to do?

Red scare 🚬: ???

Red scare 🚬: if you don’t know how to have lunch I cannot help you

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: I wouldn’t have had anything to talk to her about!

Red scare 🚬: you talk every day at lunch!

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: not just the 2 of us! Idk, I panicked

Red scare 🚬: say sorry at party. With kissing

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: you’re so ridiculous

Red scare 🚬: she likes you! Party is best time for kissing

Ooky spooky bitch 👻: idiot. Meet you at yours before the party?

Red scare 🚬: wear something pretty 😜

***

Trixie was flustered as she jumped out of her mom’s car, tugging her dress down over her thighs. Her stepdad had been late back from work so they’d had to wait before her mom could give her a ride, and now she was late. She hated being late.

She walked up the path to Laganja’s house, patting her hair to make sure it was still neatly in place. She always liked to look good, but tonight, with Katya at the party, she wanted to look better than ever.

“You look hot,” a voice said from the other side of the front yard. Trixie looked over, then grinned.

“Hey!” she said, crossing the yard to greet Sharon with a hug. Sharon seemed surprised, but gave her shoulder a pat before pulling back. “Are Alaska and Katya inside?” she asked. Sharon’s lips stretched into a thin smile, and she brought her cigarette up to her mouth and inhaled deeply.

“Oh yeah. Last I saw they were in the lounge, glued at the hip. You know how those two are,” she said, sounding bitter.

“What do you mean?” Trixie asked. She knew Alaska and Katya got on great, but she’d always seen it as a good thing. How could it not be if her best friend and the girl she liked were friends?

“Oh, come on, Trixie. I know you’re not a dumb cheerleader, so don’t act it,” Sharon said, raising an eyebrow at her. “I should’ve known Katya would find someone cooler to be friends with. Maybe you’ll be luckier and Alaska won’t ditch you entirely.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Trixie asked. God, if Sharon was going to talk in riddles at her, she really needed a drink.

“At least we’ve got each other now, huh? We can be the reject friends together, unless you’re going to ditch me too,” Sharon said. Trixie huffed, shaking her head.

“God, Sharon, I don’t even know what you’re talking about! I can’t deal with you,” she said. She couldn’t look at Sharon’s smile, somehow bitter and smug at the same time, any longer.

Alaska would never replace her! They’d been friends for too long, and gone through too much together. And Katya…well, maybe Katya did like Alaska better. She’d never considered that before. Did Katya even like her, or did she just put up with her so she could hang out with Alaska?

Determined to find Katya and Alaska and prove Sharon wrong, Trixie walked away from her.

“Check the bedrooms! God knows they’ve got crazy lady boners for each other,” Sharon shouted after her.

“Fuck you!” Trixie called back, slamming Laganja’s front door behind her in her anger. What the fuck was Sharon’s problem? Alaska would never do that. Katya didn’t like Alaska, did she? What had she been saying to Sharon? Trixie’s insides twisted with worry.

***

Outside, Sharon’s smile dropped as she stubbed her cigarette out against the wall of the house. “Alone again,” she said softly to herself.

***

“I don’t know where the fuck Trixie is,” Alaska complained, checking her phone for the hundredth time. Trixie had sent her a text an hour before, telling her that she was waiting for her mom to be free to give her a ride. Thankfully Alaska knew most of the people at the party, and once Sharon and Katya had arrived she’d gravitated towards them. Sharon had disappeared pretty quickly, and she and Katya were squeezed into an armchair together as they waited for their friends to reappear.

“She’ll be here soon,” Katya said, patting her hand. Alaska pouted.

“She’d better,” she said. Katya laughed.

“You should talk to Sharon,” she said.

“What?” Alaska replied, surprised. “Why?”

Katya rolled her eyes. “Because you want to kiss her?” she said, like it was obvious.

“I don’t – what? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Alaska said, flustered. Was she that obvious.

“Do not lie! I see all,” Katya said. She wiggled one of her messy braids, fastened with googly-eye scrunchies, at Alaska.

“Shut up,” Alaska said weakly. If Katya could read her so easily, could Sharon? Was that why she’d run away from her at lunch earlier?

“Just kiss her! She will like it,” Katya insisted. Alaska reached across her to the tray of shots Gia had deposited on the table nearby a few minutes earlier. She picked up two glasses, offering one to Katya. “Oh, no,” Katya said, scrunching up her nose and putting a hand in front of the glass.

“Alright,” Alaska said, shrugging and downing one shot after another. What? She needed them. Katya watched her, looking amused. A flash of inspiration hit Alaska.

“I’ll talk to Sharon if you ask Trixie out,” she said. She’d seen Katya look at Trixie, the smile on face not dissimilar from the one she saw on Trixie’s face whenever she looked at Katya. She was confident enough that Katya would be interested – it was worth the risk of putting it out there.

She beamed, proud of herself, when Katya’s whole face lit up.

“Barbie? You think she say yes?” she asked hopefully.

“Duh! Come on, Kat, don’t you see how she looks at you?” she said. Katya blushed, fiddling with the ends of one of her braids.

“Me?” she said, sounding uncharacteristically shy.

“Yes! Don’t be dumb, you’re gorgeous. Why wouldn’t she like you?” she said. Katya looked down at her lap for a moment, then looked up with a huge, bright smile on her face. She looked positively adorable.

“Yes! Okay, yes! I talk to Barbie – you have to talk to Sharon,” she said, offering her pinky finger to Alaska.

Alaska hesitated. Sharon had done her best to avoid her earlier – why would she want to talk to talk to her now? But she wanted to be a good friend to Trixie. She deserved it.

“Okay,” she agreed, hooking her pinky finger around Katya’s.

“Perfect!” Katya let out a joyful squeal, then grabbed Alaska’s face in her hands. She pressed a smacking kiss to her lips, grinning at her.

When she pulled back, Alaska saw Trixie behind Katya. She was staring at them, face pale. Her hands were fisted into her dress, and her eyes filled with tears.

“Trixie,” Alaska gasped, realising what it had to look like. Katya’s head whipped around, a startled expression on her face.

“Fuck you,” Trixie choked out. She turned around, but Alaska heard her sob before she fled from the room.

[nisuki]

Hiya ~

Hehehe. Yea, I’m still alive. Hmm.. Sorta. Have my deepest apologies. I wasn’t feeling great, heck, let me just say I had a period I just felt terrible on the edge of just staying in my bed the entire day. I’ve no clue what I went through, but I felt like doing absolutely nothing.. Sigh, it’s still haunting but ah I’ve crawled back up slightly, so no worries ^^ . However, feeling like doing nothing mostly made me end up sitting on my bed just thinking about things, watch anime series or smashing heads of darkspawn x3 . 

I’ll be replying to weeks, maybe a month, old replies and after that waggle to other chats, do this and that blabla... hihi~ For the sims I’m continuing what I’ve been neglecting so far.. I’ve finished a building for something . . -sigh- took me long enough and now I’m continuing with some private projects.  *happy sigh* reading these replies again (as I’ve definitely seen them before!) really flows a surge of happiness through me.

Okay! Enough writing for here, sorry to keep you hahahaha ~ I hope you have been doing well.. Once again, sorry for disappearing like that. I’m feeling better, so it’s good to be back too. 

aoihana2510 @aoihana2510​ reblogged your photoset and added:

moore moore she’s so cute))

Thank you so much aoi <333

aoihana2510 reblogged your photoset and added:

wonderful top, thank you)° ͜ʖ ͡ - ♥

*( ^‿^)♥ and thank you as always love!

aoihana2510 reblogged your photoset and added:

very cool! ��

Thank you, thank youu!

aoihana2510 replied to your photoset “OC’s BEST OF 2016 Post your fave OC’s screenshots from 2016 and tag...”

beautiful Sims!

Aw, thank you pretty <3

puffkin-reblogs @puffshale​ reblogged your photoset and added:

Yieee~ They all look awesome senpai ❤(ˆ‿ˆԅ) 100 percent talented ❤

T____T Do you want me to cry???? *tacklehugs with all my love <3

preferatajaferoj--reblog @preferatajaferoj​ reblogged your photoset “» ♡ ”

THANK YOUU <3333 ooho, your blog’s amazing.. let me take a closer look later on (¬‿¬)

armanasims @armanasims​ reblogged your photoset and added:

<3 <3

armanasims reblogged your photoset and added:

Nice!! <3 Can’t wait to try!

*incoherent squealing* have I already told you how much I love you and your photos?

armanasims replied to your photoset “Favorite Pics of 2016 Well yea, these are some of my favorites I’ve...”

Looking forward to doing this! Thanks for tagging me! :)

Have you done it already? hihih *3* I’ll be rolling to your blog soon as I know you’ve been posting lots of pretty pics!

the77sim3 @the77sim3​ reblogged your photoset and added:

love

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<3

sim3simsimi reblogged your photoset and added:

Love it~~>3<

Thank you so much love ♥

viviandangcc @viviandang2206​ reblogged your photoset and added:

So cute!

Aw, thank you very much muffin ♥  

katkitsimmer  @katkitsimmer​​ replied to your post “Kenneth’s BC.”

Feel free to use Yuna for any projects you may think she suits :) I feel ya losing interest in projects! Don't worry about it :))

Yay! I will * 3*  Sigh yea, and I was heavily thinking about it during a period in which I wasn’t that positive to begin with. Part of me is regretting the decision, but another part is telling me, I shouldn’t worry about it and continue with other plans.

katkitsimmer replied to your photo “I’m trying to.. eh….. welp, I honestly never finished a digital...”

You're so good at drawing!!! :O

ARGH, THANK YOU SO MUCH, BUT I WISH I COULD DO THINGS DIFFERENTLY. I guess time will tell what I can do later, and lots of practice. I eventually did that drawing so stupidly when it came to coloring, so I ended up making it black and white. I’ve not much experience at all with coloring, not even with colored pencils in real life! I usually just made sketches and line-art to begin with. I’m still proud of it. Even though the clothing and such look so fake hahaha, but hey, for everything’s a first try, right? Maybe I’ll tackle the picture again in the future.

mckatsims @mckatsims​ replied to your post “Kenneth’s BC.”

No worries. I figured when you didn't pick back up with the BC, that you probably were going to discontinue it at some point. Don't feel bad, it happens. You can use Lola if you want to, so long as you don't mess with her sliders. ;)

Yes T.T and my time management ended up being horrible. Yay \(*3*). No worries, I do not mess with other sims their sliders, except sometimes the size of the eye iris..? you call that an iris.. I’ve no clue what else, but I’m sure you know what I mean haha xD

explosionofpixels @explosionofpixels​ replied to your post “Kenneth’s BC.”

Awww, it's okay! I know first hand how hard it is ;-; BUT of course feel free to use her for a background char or photoshoot or something if you want! ❤

-uggly sobbing- T^T . ugh, oh yea, I remember. Jeez, I can’t phantom how ppl do one so many times haha. Most likely it’s because I want to do lots of other things and end up doing these other things x)  I’m not good at planning, something to work on!

And yey, thank you for your permission too <3

corianderpunch @corianderpunch​ replied to your post “Kenneth’s BC.”

noted! :) feel free to use Akira for photoshoots if you want. Not story though ;p ;p

Will do. thank you! and no problem, it’s good that you mention it ^-^

catchingstrings @catchingstrings​​ replied to your post “Kenneth’s BC.”

It's okay, it can happen! Do with my sim what you want ��

Thanks for understanding >.< and yes, thank you :D

lilyssims @lilyssims​  replied to your post “Kenneth’s BC.”

I know this feeling so damn well.. it hurts when it strikes you. Don't be upset Suki ♥ *hugs* I know you tried, and it's okay. You can keep my simmie if you like to. LMAO I don't even think I have her any more X'D It's totally cool ♥ :3

Yes argh, but I’ve always kept telling myself, I’ll do it, bcus I really wanted Kenneth to end up with one of the girls. They’re all so pretty ;-;

And will do! <3 thank you ^-^ OH GOODNESS LILY XD  But argh, your pics lately are so beautiful! I want and muuust definitely look through your blog later today!

fyachii @fyachii​ replied to your post “Hmmm……. *stares* ……. WHY DOES THIS HAVE SO MANY TEXTURES. I DON’T GET...”

All hail a new hair creator! *bows*

*smacks with pillow* NAY. IT’S DIFFICULT AND FRUSTRATING, but that was the same with creating meshes in the past.. :c but still.. it looks flat hahaha, I’m still proud of it XD.. but for now I’ve put it in a folder to finish some time later.

thesimperiuscurse @thesimperiuscurse​ replied to your post “A random wip.. what I’ve been doing ? Work work work work and watching...”

Ahhhhhh you've started making hairstyles, that is awesome! >.<

Yes and no! >.< I’ve tried it several times before, but this is the first time I finished it without getting too frustrated. Thank you very much tho, I think it’s very fun to create too * 3* but it looks so fake hahaha XD

thesimperiuscurse replied to your post “How do I consider a “friend” who decided to unfriend me, without even...”

;______; *hugs*

*tight hugs back* thank you <3

igotsims @igotsims​ replied to your post “Hmmm……. *stares* ……. WHY DOES THIS HAVE SO MANY TEXTURES. I DON’T GET...”

it looks prettyyyyyy

Thank you love ♥♥

igotsims  replied to your post “How do I consider a “friend” who decided to unfriend me, without even...”

;o damnnn that sucks, I hope you're feeling okay ^__^/

Yes, I’ve been feeling better about this <3 thank you very much!

chof-pixls @chof-pixls​ replied to your post “Hmmm……. *stares* ……. WHY DOES THIS HAVE SO MANY TEXTURES. I DON’T GET...”

It still looks amazing, don't give up on it buut meanwhile... *gives you a cookie*

*noms cookie* yumm ~ ♥ thank you, needed that for an energy boost! I did stop going further though for now. I’m planning to pick it up again in a week. For now, I feel like doing other things :3

chof-pixls​ replied to your photoset “˜†* Laslyja Eal .”

Looks so cool <33

Thank you *O* It makes me happy to hear that.

doka-chan @doka-chan​ replied to your post “How do I consider a “friend” who decided to unfriend me, without even...”

:(

Sigh, yea :c 

katsujii @katsujii​ replied to your post “How do I consider a “friend” who decided to unfriend me, without even...”

Seems like a conversation I've had with another simblr and THAT doesn't seem like a friendship to me. But that's just my opinion.

Ha, speak about coincidences! Ugh no, and yet the other person has come back and made their apologies. I’ve mixed feelings about it, but I tend to not hold a grudge anyways. Friends or not, I guess we’re still acquainted, but this occurence is not an event I would forget at all.  Maybe it’s because I’m not used to these incidents, that causes me to be unsure how to handle the situation hm.

icrvesims @icrvesims​ replied to your post “How do I consider a “friend” who decided to unfriend me, without even...”

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Yea T__T . 

arthurlumierecc @arthurlumierecc​ replied to your photoset “Panmdy - Big Sweater with even a Panda face! I honestly had a lot of...”

So cute!!! Love the panda!

Thank you dear! Yes, gotta love the panda face as well.

arthurlumierecc replied to your photoset “Naho - Big sized top with a half shirt showing . .  How I came to this...”

Amazing!

Thank you love <3

sugary-plumb @sugary-plumb​ replied to your photoset “Panmdy - Big Sweater with even a Panda face! I honestly had a lot of...”

Cuteee!

jordutch @jordutch​ replied to your photoset “Panmdy - Big Sweater with even a Panda face! I honestly had a lot of...”

CUTEEE

THANKS <3

simsmono @simsmono​ replied to your photoset “Naho - Big sized top with a half shirt showing . .  How I came to this...”

Woohoo! Levi says thanks! xxx

Aw, big hugs for him from me <333 If he likes hugs... if he doesn’t.. I’ll still hug >:)

simsmono replied to your photoset “Favorite Pics of 2016 Well yea, these are some of my favorites I’ve...”

Oooh I love these! Your edits are beautiful! Thanks for the tag, I will give it a go! It's always nice to see what the person themselves choose as their faves xxx

Thank you *o* You’re very welcome! I’ve gotta take a look at what you’ve chosen >:D Though I’m sure they’re all gorgeous to begin with. Your pics often have a little story too, so that makes it even more fun!

slythersim replied to your photoset “Favorite Pics of 2016 Well yea, these are some of my favorites I’ve...”

They're all gorgeous ❤️

Thank you vrey much. It means the world to me ~

wonkiie @wonkiie​ replied to your post “11 Questions tag”

Haha I don't play sims anymore but I'll still do this from past experience xD

Ah, it’s okay :D . I didn’t even think about that possibility! I still follow a handful of non-simblrs on here, but not that I’ve much contact with them.. unlike you! I hope you’ve been doing well :D

aod4909 @aod4909​ replied to your photoset “OC’s BEST OF 2016 Post your fave OC’s screenshots from 2016 and tag...”

been there T_____T I know back up all my characters online in differenct places XD damn lizette was pretty ;__;

Ahaha XD -cries with you-  That’s actually smart to make a backup somewhere online of all your sims! Yes... I’m going to plan to do that too now, because you never know what may happen..!  Yes.. I really instantly grew fond of her when I made her ;-; .. I don’t know if I’ve the energy yet to try to recreate T_T

eenhoornsims @eenhoornsims​ replied to your photoset “Favorite Pics of 2016 Well yea, these are some of my favorites I’ve...”

omg beautiful o-o

Thank you *3*

204863-simblr @204863-simblr​ replied to your photoset “Favorite Pics of 2016 Well yea, these are some of my favorites I’ve...”

woww your photos are so beautiful ��❤️